Double Standard W/ Sunday

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

Characters; All the Harbingers (including Scaramouche and Signora)

Genre: Modern!AU

Summary; A little girl Pierro found after her family abandoned her in the cold winter of Snezhnaya. How will the Harbingers deal with her growing up in their organization?

Warnings; mentions of abandonment, bullying, scara and Dottore not caring abt u for like a millisecond, implied nudes but it’s not direct, if you squint there’s a little Pantalone/Signora but It can be seen as platonic

Notes; uhm so ‘organization’ for the harbingers can live up to yalls perspectives since it’s a Modern!AU. I didn’t wanna say Mafia so imagine to your hearts content.

y’all I would deadass turn this into a series if anyone asked or it got a lot of attention

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context; pierro, who found you as a little girl all alone in the snow and came to the assumption that you were left and abandoned here on his walk towards his work. He couldn’t just leave you there all alone to die from the sheer cold, so he brings you to his work, and tries to get any information out of you. You’re too young and small to say anything, but comes to the conclusion with the constant crying, you were indeed abandoned.

Also, imagine the work place is also their home or wtv and they havé rooms (basically the Tsaritsa’a castle)

Pierro, who doesn’t care if you call him by his name or ‘ dad’ when you start to grow up, but he can’t deny the small happy feeling in his chest when he hears you call him dad.

Pierro, who is not always physically there due to work and being away frequently, but tries his best to spend time with you during all his free time.

Pierro, who starts to realize that he has a lot to teach you once you enter high school, but figured maybe he should get one of the female-harbingers to talk to you about uh, certain, stuff

Pierro, who makes sure to be very protective of you and always has someone watching over you. Sometimes he tends to be overprotective when you wanna go out to certain places, but get one of the Harbingers or even his boss to talk to him and he’ll probably change his mind.

Capitano, who always found you absolutely adorable ever since you were brought to the workplace and would coo under his helmet

Capitano, who lets you play with his helmet when he has to take care of you while the others are too busy with work.

Capitano, who would give you piggy back rides once you were a bit taller and older so you wouldn’t easily fall off his back.

Capitano, who is also just as overprotective as Pierro, but he can’t help but let you go out when you plead with your adorable puppy eyes. As long as he knows where you are at all times, you’re free.

Colombina, who would sing you lullabies fo sleep whenever you had trouble sleeping- especially on the first night you arrived, too scared to fall asleep.

Colombina, who would sing karaoke with you on some fun nights, even if it was Barbie songs or whatever childhood shows the others made you watch.

Colombina, who surprisingly, was the first to teach you how to read given her love for reading you bedtime stories whenever Pierro was away.

Dottore, who being fully honest, didn’t have much of a care for you in the world. It’s one day when little you is clinging to the fabric of his pants, little hands up in the air and grabbing the air, he can’t help but pick you up and hold you.

Dottore, who grabs your wrist with Pantalone as they hold it under the sink after your kindergarten teacher told Pierro you held hands with a boy. They had to wash his touch off of you. Cooties, you know?

Dottore, who helps you ace every single science assignment and test all throughout middle school and high school.

Pulcinella, who made a promise to himself and whatever god was out there that he’d be a second father to you the moment he heard that you were abandoned.

Pulcinella, who instead of teaching you to read like Colombina, teaches you math to make sure you don’t fall behind in the difficult subject, and always helps you with your homework. If you take a liking to politics in high school, he’ll be happy to teach you the basics and join him for his daily life as the mayor.

Pulcinella, who does his job as mayor and makes sure to find you the top ranked daycare, elementary, middle and high school in all of Snezhnaya. Money wise don’t matter, especially to all of them.

Scaramouche, who also didn’t give one single shit about you when you came and was a lot more stubborn than Dottore. It’s not until probably a lot longer later, when you come back from daycare crying about how kids bullied you for being adopted, when he realizes you’re just like him- the both of were you abandoned.

Scaramouche, who when is alone with child you, likes to hide his face behind his hands and opens them with a saying of “peek-a-boo!”. If not alone, he’s kind enough to let you play with his hat.

Scaramouche, who realizes that a child was able to let him soften up a bit, and that you gave him a new family.

Scaramouche, who teams up with Childe to make sure that absolutely NO ONE would defile you, and if someone did, Childe can make hassle of them.

Sandrone, who makes you little trinkets and baby toys when your first introduced to all the Harbingers.

Sandrone, who is usually the one to change Capitano or Pierro’s minds on their usual overprotectiveness.

Sandrone, who makes sure to protect you from the horrors of the world while growing up. She makes sure everything is age perfect for you, such as baby-proofing all the sharp edges when you were younger, she makes sure you don’t hear any of the subordinates being yelled at so you don’t get scared, and she sometimes joins in with Childe and Scaramouche to make sure no one defiles you.

Sandrone, who’s main goal will forever be to protect your innocence, even if it eventually gets ruined.

Signora, who is actually top on the Big Sister list. Like Sandrone, she wants to protect your innocence, but also reminds you that the world is not pure, and many people out there will want to ruin you.

(since this is modern, I’d like to say her and Childe are close to the same age, so she’s in her senior year when you’re in middle school)

Signora, who starts to give you friend advice once you enter middle school, because she’s had her fair share of deal of fake friends all through her years of middle school and high school.

Signora, who also gives you fashion advice or dresses you up for school every morning because lord knows Pierro’s fashion sense is horrible. She’s in her last year of high school (senior), so she’s seen all the good and bad fashion trends which means she’ll know just what’s right for you.

Signora, who is also the one who tried to get Capitano and Pierro to calm their overprotectiveness, but even she sometimes lets them win when she has a bad feeling about some high school party you want to go to.

Signora, who is your shoulder to cry on if a boy or girl ever breaks your heart. She is the big sister who tells you the no’s and yes’ of high school- no certain photos to men because they’re monsters at this age, no starting problems for the fun of it, but do make sure to have fun and if you’re dragged in a problem, finish it.

Pantalone, who spoils you ever since the first day you were introduced to them. He somehow beats Sandrone since he buys every single toy you’d point at in shops or see on ads.

Pantalone, who continues to spoil you through your years of aging as it would ascend from baby toys to fake jewelry, clothes, eventually real jewelry and makeup. He did want to give you real jewelry when you were little, but Dottore had to remind him you were a baby and would probably break it. Or eat it.

Pantalone, who glares at any guy you’ve taken an interest in. If instead of a guy it’s a girl, Arlecchino will take care of them if they break your heart.

Pantalone, who gives you money for literally every time you want to go out during your high school years. Movies, mall, trips- literally anything. It doesn’t matter how much, if you want 20$ he’ll give you 200$.

Pantalone, who did indeed turn on the sink and watched as Dottore grabbed your wrist and held it under the sink to wash off the touch of a little boy who held your hand in kindergarten.

Pantalone, who looks online or in stores with you and Signora for dresses when your homecoming and prom comes up. When he sees Signora looking at a dress she’d like for herself, he’ll buy it. He has to spoil his girls, and maybe the men coworkers if they’re being nice.

Arlecchino, who treats you just as any other kid in the orphanage she watches over, but she has a bit more of a soft spot for you.

Arlecchino, who also wants to protect your innocence, but decides instead that you need to know the horrors of the world and peoples real intentions. She did tell you all this at the age of 2 but all you did was angle your small little head to the side while Sandrone scolded her.

Arlecchino, who truthfully snd sadly, is hardly ever there, but if she ever sees something that reminds her of you on her work trips, she’ll make sure to buy it.

Arlecchino, who is not afraid to punch any man or women who tries to hurt you in any way.

Childe, who is probably the best big brother aside from Pantalone. He joined the Fatui when you were 11 and he was 14, so you two got along very easily and were constantly together.

Childe, who would pull pranks with you on the others but Dottore or Sandrone were quick to catch on with whatever you two would create and Pierro would end up lecturing you both.

Childe, who records literally everything the two of you do, whether it be sneaking out to go to parties, breaking something in the workplace or pranks you created. He has a lot of blackmail on you, comrade.

Childe, who promises you that whatever happens in high school, stays there, unless it’s horrible to the point he has to get your father involved.

Childe, who is in his last year (senior) while you’ve just started high school (freshman) and he threatens all the seniors to make sure no one looks at you in the wrong way because 1, it would probably be a felony given they’re all 18 and 2, the men in his grade are disgusting.

Childe, who once (not once he’s done it a bunch of times) beat up a guy in your grade for looking at you the wrong way. He had to stop when it was on the verge of expulsion, but he thinks the message got across to all the men. The ladies can deal with Signora, seeing as she can waltz in given she was an alumni.

Childe, who is now in university, but he decides to come back from his university to be your prom escort. He is still childish, and he did promise that what happens in high school, stays there, so if you both ditch prom later to get McDonald’s or go to a party, no one will ever know.

Online Meeting

@whorerificstuff WHY DO U HAVE TO HURT ME 💔 (I luv this sm omg if only its possible for u to make a happy version 😭)

What if you and this male character were expecting a baby....

At first he was so excited to meet them, you were too after trial and errors to conceive a child. He knew you wanted a baby and he was there to give that. He knew you were pregnant the moment you ran through the bathroom door. The same symptoms that of a pregnant woman. But you wanted to make sure you really have a life growing inside of you. And you were. You were happy, he was happy to start a family with you.

Sometimes he would see you check yourself in the mirror everyday. And each passing they your stomach grew bigger and bigger till it was visible to everyone that you, his adorable and beautiful wife is carrying his child.

He saw how much you love the unborn baby. No. Words could not comprehend how much you anticipate to meet them.

Then there was that time he woke up with you gone. That made him jolt right up in panic only to see you grinning ear to ear, eyes sparkling in ecstasy at him. He let out a sigh of relief.

"They're kicking"

That's what you said, a faint blush painted on your soft cheeks. He couldn't help but stare at you, your hair was a little messy, a few strands in disarray but nevertheless you were still ethereal in his eyes.

You reached out for him to stand up and led his hand to your baby bump. He was very careful and gentle as he pressed his palm on you. He couldn't help but smile too when he felt the kick. He knelt down telling the unborn child that he wishes to see them and to not make things hard for you during labour. He felt you brush his unruly hair as you told him like a loving wife and mother would that no matter what the cost, no matter how painful it is you wish for your baby to be healthy and see the world. You smiled your eyes squinting a bit. They were full of undisputed love and he wish to see them every waking moment.

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The skies were in their darkest shades of gray and the pour of rain was unforgiving. The atmosphere was mournful, somber very appropriate for a funeral.

He held the umbrella to protect himself and the little bundle from the rain. He stared down at a grave, his eyes were tired, dull, a very expressive lament in them as if he had been crying for the longest time till he couldn't anymore, and on that stone protruding on the surface of the wet earthly floor carved, is your name. You didn't make it. He was unable to shed any more tears. He already cried far too much. All he felt was loss and an immeasurable amount of grief. He hears the baby coo in his arm, the baby that you left him, the child that you both made out of love for each other, the only thing connected to you.

Everyone that attended your funeral all left and shared their grief and respect. It was only him and a few concerned friends that stayed watching him mourn from the background.

Your brother decided to finally approach him, he has the same doleful expression as the others that attended your funeral and the same look of sympathy for him, the husband, and the father of your child. Your brother told him it was time to leave, that the rain is cold for the baby. He was hesitant to leave but complied for the baby's sake.

His and your friends and relatives were worried for him. Your mother offered to stay with him till he knows how to care for the baby himself. It didn't take long for him though, but even without anyone's help he would still learn how to care for his baby daughter, but he'd rather much have you see him struggle, to try and try until he got the hang of it. He wanted you to praise him to tell him he was doing well but you aren't there. The home you used to share feels painfully quiet without you. His heart aches everytime he sees every trinkets that you bought. Everything reminds him of you. Especially the little baby who's soundly sleeping on the comfiest cradle that you have chosen, you were right about the baby being a girl, he could never argue with you, you're always right, all except when you told him you're gonna be there for your baby girl, to hold her, to feed her, to wake up every night, to watch her grow into a beautiful young lady, like her mother.

He couldn't sleep in his first night without you, and the next day, and the day after that. The bed was cold and too big for him. His friends called and asked him if they could be of any help but he told him that he can manage with taking care of the little baby. But what about him? You weren't there to scold him for not eating, you weren't there to shoo away his intrusive thoughts. He was hopeless, the only thing that kept him moving was his daughter. She looks so much like you and it hurts so much. He misses you so much. There was never a night where he would not cry, where he would accidentally call for your name and expect for a reply. He had to be there for your baby. The baby that you grew to love each and every passing time and day. He'll try to make his daughter feel the same love that you've been giving to her. He'll let her know how much you love your baby girl.

It was the middle of the night that he hears the loud cries of his baby daughter. It had been a few weeks after your death, the empty space beside him, the space where you used to lie grew cold. That's right you're not here and never going to be.

He went to where the little pink crib was, his daughter was squirming and crying. If the neighbors weren't so understanding they would be knocking at his door every night.

The baby's crying was getting louder. He tried feeding the baby but she wasn't even hungry, he tried cradling but the crying kept coming, there was no sign of her stopping anytime soon. He wishes you were here, you would know what to do. Your touches were able to calm him down when he was stressed before, and he believes it'll be the same for his daughter too. No baby would ever reject a mother's touch.

He tried rocking the cradle gently hoping it what his daughter wants.

"Please stop crying" He begged his daughter. She didn't, she kept wailing.

He couldn't help but also weep with his daughter, a few tears drip down at the infant's face.

"Please be healthy"

"Please don't get sick"

"I'll buy all the things you want"

He wiped the tears on his daughters face, but it was useless as new tears kept sliding down on her plushed cheeks.

He couldn't even wipe his own.

His breathe hitched as he suddenly remembers what the doctor had said.

Newborns could not live without their mothers.

He closed his eyes kissing the temple of his daughter. He was scared that he might lose her too.

"Just please-..please don't leave dad too"

NOT REVISED AND SUBJECT TO CHANGE

My dearest albedo..

Happy birthday! You've been my favorite comfort character and everything since this year. If only the boundary from this universe never kept us apart i would throw myself to you in a heart beat. You are just a fictional character but my heart grown fond of you, aaa i wish you were real. Anyways happy birthday bb, i could not wait for your event on october with you in it (hopefully). 🥺❤

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My perfect chalk prince bb<3

albedo & “albedo” ✩ the shadows deepen

i love thinking that even through everything aventurine has been through, he has no issue of showing love and affection to the people he holds close. i miss him

WHY IS THERE NO ALIEN STAGE X READER FICS…

📔 tired. ft albedo

albedo works hard, and late into the night. he deserves a little reward for that, doesn’t he?

𐐪 warning: this fic contains dark content, please read my dark content disclaimer before continuing. minors dni.

🦢cw: rape/noncon, thigh fucking, raw sex (don’t try this at home), cream pie, somnophilia but only for part of it, dacryphilia, mild breeding kink

° 𐐪 ♡ 𐑂 nsfw below the cut ! 𐐪 ♡ 𐑂 °

albedo sighed, leaning back in his desk chair. he gazed at the ceiling while rubbing a hand down his tired face. god, he hated late nights like this. he knew going into his field of research that he’d be lucky to go to bed before 3 am— but actually living that reality was a lot more hellish than he could’ve known.

he shut off his laptop, getting a brief glance at himself— his eye bags were getting worse.

“fuck,” he mumbled, shutting the computer closed and taking his empty coffee mug to the sink. he couldn’t stand the taste of that bitter liquid, but he did what he had to do to keep himself up. he silently went through his nightly routine— showering, brushing his teeth, packing his bag for class the next morning— with nothing but the sweet release of sleep on his mind.

albedo stopped abruptly in his tracks as he came to the doorframe of your shared bedroom. you were sound asleep. you made such a pretty picture, the swell of your breasts rising and falling slowly with every breath.

so serene. so defenseless.

truth be told, there was only one thing that made these late nights bearable for albedo, and that was you— and you didn’t even know it. there was no way for him to describe just how tempting you looked while unconscious. he couldn’t help himself. just seeing your sleeping, unaware form was enough to send blood rushing to his cock.

he climbed into bed behind you, chest pressed to your back. he wrapped his arms around you, making sure your body was as close to him as possible.

albedo could feel his cock throbbing, begging for stimulation. he had to be patient, though— too much movement at once might wake you up. he opted to gently fondle your breasts instead, his head buried in your neck as he inhaled your sweet scent.

after a few minutes of torturing himself, he couldn’t take it anymore. he tugged down his boxers, clear precum already drooling from the top. he slipped his slick cock between your thighs. the sensation of the soft flesh squeezing him beef so gently was almost enough to make him finish immediately.

albedo grit his teeth and let out a soft fuck as he slowly pulled out of your thighs before snapping his hips forward.

he was in heaven.

albedo tried his hardest not to move too much or breathe too loud as he desperately rutted into your thighs. the last thing he wanted was for you to wake up and ruin the fun.

you’d woken up a few times before, telling him to stop, often right before he came. he always said he wouldn’t do it again, lying every time. something about your still body did something to him. he got off on knowing you wouldn’t even realize what he does to you while you sleep until you awoke to a sticky mess between your thighs in the morning.

the thought of violating you turned him on even more, he thrusted faster into your thighs. it felt heavenly.

but it wasn’t quite enough.

albedo paused for a moment, his cock pulsing as it yearned for more. he sat up slightly to see your face— still sound asleep. gently, he reached down between your thighs, hooking his finger into the fabric of your panties and gingerly pulling them to the side. his cock was slick enough with precum that he slid right into your cunt, biting his lip to prevent a moan from coming out.

“fuck, you’re so warm,” he hissed. it took all of his strength to not finish as he slowly began to pump in and out of your tight walls.

your body reacted even while unconscious, your pussy getting wetter with each movement of his cock inside you.

albedo tried to control himself, but he was too weak. you felt so good, your warm wet cunt sucking him in with every thrust. he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as possible before he started pounding into you at a vulgar pace.

you awoke to a sharp pain in your lower abdomen, and it took you only a second to realize the cause.

albedo was fucking you mercilessly, hitting your cervix with each rut. your stomach churned with fear and disgust, though the way his cock rubbed your g spot made you feel tingly all over. you wanted to say something, but you knew it was futile. you’d awoken so many nights to him humping your thighs, it was only a matter of time before it escalated.

“fuck— you feel so fucking good— ‘m gonna breed you nice and full— ah— make you take every drop,” albedo moaned in your ear, his lewd words making you feel even sicker.

“been waiting so long to pump this pussy full while you’re asleep, fuck,” he hissed.

you tried your hardest to stay still, trying not to let your shoulders shake with a sob while a tear ran down your face. you must have let out a whimper because albedo stopped in his tracks.

“you’re awake?” he asked.

“please stop,” you choked out, trying not to burst into tears. it was so humiliating when he did this to you, using you like his personal toy to get off. part of you wished you didn’t wake up.

albedo slowly pulled out before sitting up.

“i’m sorry,” he says, genuinely sounding remorseful, before pinning you onto your back and moving between your legs. “you just feel too good. i can’t stop.”

before you could register his words he was pounding you again, his cold hands holding your hips in position.

your body froze in terror and revulsion.

“fuck,” albedo sighed with his head thrown back. “you just got so fucking tight— fuck, it’s like you’re sucking me in.”

your mind tried to process exactly what was happening— he was actually violating you, and enjoying it at that. you couldn’t stop yourself from sobbing. warm tears streamed down your face, and you hiccuped with every breath you drew.

“you’re crying? fuck, that’s cute,” albedo said, leaning forward to grab the headboard, one hand still holding you in place. “keep going, please.”

you tried to stop but the tears kept coming— you’d never felt so humiliated, even those mornings when you’d wake up to find he had came between your thighs in the night. you were beyond disgusted, and angry, and all you could do was cry.

“fuck— just like that, so fucking cute— ah,” albedo slammed into you one final time, his tip hitting your cervix as he came. “fuck— take it,” he moaned as he filled you with the thick, white liquid.

you felt his cock throb inside you as he finished, and even after— he didn’t pull out until he was soft.

albedo sighed as he slowly pulled out, flipping onto the bed next to you. when you finally got the courage to turn to face him and confront him for what he did, you found him fast asleep.

MISA! ♡ MISA!

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