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cositapreciosa · 4 months

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I love your narcos fic so much.i read all of them and i wanna say thank you for writing so many masterpiece and sharing with us 🙏🏻🙏🏻💖💖💖can you write some short fic about Pacho Herrera x gn/reader? pls 🥺🥺🥺

Colombian gold

Pacho Herrera x gn!reader, (nothing very bad, the usual for the show) 2512 words "you have a date? how much did you pay them?" by @novelbear

a/n : thank you !! <3333 enjoy this maybe not short fic of his

As always it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx

Tagging the narcos fam @narcolini @drabbles-mc @anunhealthydoseofangst @hausofmamadas @ashlingnarcos

Pacho doesn’t really know why he is here. Sure, maybe it is Miguel's birthday party and he was invited, maybe it might also be about the bigger picture, that Miguel fucked up with the US government, fucked up with their shipments, this event a good occasion to make sure Miguel knows who he is working for. This could be a phone call, he could have sent someone else, but why keep himself away when he could come to Mexico, enjoy the drinks, the food, your company.

He likes to think he is bigger than this, those events, the gluttony of it all, bigger than the jealousy that pierces his chest when he sees you across the pool, someone’s arm wrapped around your own. This jealousy is hot, burning through his chest in a way he has never felt before. It overpowers him, but he can only watch and clap with everyone else as fireworks boom and light up the sky. He catches eyes with Miguel a few meters away from you, he is sulking, as usual. Oh, Pacho thinks, what wouldn’t he endure to get what he really wants.

He is almost grateful when he exits the chapel. The air is refreshing, he needs a new drink, and there is an extra stride in his steps when he eventually notices you, leaning against the bar, alone. He feels it again, hot, burning, tearing him apart. The cold glass counter soothes the burn as he props himself next to you.

‘’ You have a date? ‘’ He starts. ‘’ How much did you pay him? ‘’

You turn to him. There is a pink tint to your cheeks, something glossy about your lips, a few drinks perhaps, something irresistible. Your eyes shine from the lights above you, they twinkle as you recognize him.

‘’ I don’t pay for dates, I’ll let you know. I usually turn down offers. ‘’

‘’ Hmm. ‘’

Pacho knows you don’t have to pay for them. Of course, you don’t, not when the silk covering your body fits you like a glove, not when the gold wrapped around your neck makes your skin glow.

He remembers meeting you for the first time, a few steps behind Miguel at all times. Pacho didn’t know your name back then, but he noticed your sharp thinking, the clues and pieces of puzzles you picked up that others would never have seen. You were the smart one he had quickly realized, out of the bunch, those that would only follow, monkeys.

He remembers when the lines had started to blur, when his hand would press the small of your back to direct you to your seat, to his apartment. He would call you on occasion, pretexting work, shipments, and anything in between. Pacho knew you could see through it all, the small gestures, the gifts, you had to, how could you not?

Pacho hated how the Plaza could not see your potential in the same light he would. Greed and jealousy run the world, and it certainly motivated your colleagues too. He had tried to make you see through it, how little they thought of you, how you could do so much more if you left them, joined someone else, him.

‘’ I can’t. I owe Miguel everything, you know that. ‘’

‘’ Loyalty is what will get you killed, they will betray you if they have to. ‘’

‘’ You don’t know that. ‘’

‘’ Are you willing to wait and find out? ‘’

Pacho knew you weren’t, he knew there was something in you that was meant for better, greater things.

‘’ Did Miguel tell you coming to his birthday party alone was forbidden? ‘’ He continues, digging for more information.

‘’ Well, Maria sure does tell me every day how sorry she is for me that I am single. ‘’ Your eyes squint, taking him in, ‘’ But I see that you didn’t get influenced by the backhanded comments. ‘’

‘’ Well, I thought my favourite Mexican would be single for the night, that would have fixed the problem, don’t you think? ‘’

He can see the red that colours your cheeks now, a nice blush. Your eyes burn into his with intrigue.

‘’ Chapo is indeed single. I knew you liked them short and moreno. ‘’

He laughs with you on that one, maybe, he thinks, but he does like you better. More his type, more everything, addicting.

‘’ So, ‘’ the ice inside your drink clinks as you swirl the liquid around, ‘’ What brings you to this part of the world, colombiano? ‘’

‘’ You. ‘’

He could have thought this through a little bit better and made it seem like he was coming for business anyway, that this was just such a happy coincidence, but he couldn’t, not after how you had left last time. It always started like it usually did, music, wine, deep conversations over the balcony, but it also always finished the same, accusing fingers, your clothes back in your suitcase, the betrayed look on your face when he would mention how he can’t believe you are letting them walk over you once more.

There is no point in walking around it because he knows now why you plague his mind, you have got to know too, you have to. Maybe he has had one too many drinks.

‘’ I think you know why I always come back, why I come to waste my time en ese campo with those half-assed associates of yours. ‘’

‘’ Pacho. ‘’

A warning maybe. Do not say such words it means, not now, but he can’t seem to care. At home or overseas, he is a king, untouched. He is so close to you he can see the dots of gold in your eyes better now, raise his hand and feel your forearm with the inside of his palm as you let him. He could kiss you, he thinks, right now, in front of everyone and feel no shame. It would show them, he thinks, payasos.

‘’ Don’t kiss me, ‘’ you plead, eyes glued to his, ‘’ Not here. I can’t, I- ‘’

More fireworks set off in the distance, and another whiskey is pushed toward him by the bartender, but just when he thinks that everything is okay, that this could still be your moment, even when all the noise comes back, even after everyone starts moving again in your peripheral vision, your date puts his arm around your waist.

He doesn’t like how you tense, caught off guard. There is a ringing in his ears, a call for fury, anger, of knives and guns, whatever he can get his hand on. His fingers tighten around his glass, he doesn’t know this one, whoever you decided was fit enough to join your side for a few hours, and he doesn’t care to.

‘’ I suggest you bring your business elsewhere tonight. ‘’

‘’ Pacho, please- ‘’ You pitch up, trying to stop him, the threats, the powertrip, but it is useless.

‘’ I won’t ask twice. ‘’ He continues.

Pacho knows his gun is easily visible tucked into his pants, and quick eyes up and down from your date tell him he saw it too. It does not take much for him to leave after that, after Pacho makes a show of sipping his whiskey and leaning back to display the loaded pistol. You nod to the poor man to go, freeing him from the spectacle.

‘’ Now you are just being mean. ‘’ You tsk.

Pacho’s eyes are still following the man’s back into the crowd until he is but a speck of colour in his sight.

‘’ I didn’t see you try to get him to stay either. ‘’

You bring the last sip of your drink to your mouth.

‘’ What is it Pacho, what do you want? ‘’

Your empty glass is pushed to the side as you lean toward him, your eyes serious.

‘’ And don’t say me, don’t say any other business chingaderas. I want the truth. ‘’

Pacho catches the bartender’s attention and he orders you another glass, something sweet, exactly how you like it. Too much sugar will kill you. Maybe, but I’m pretty sure smoking will get to you first. Mostly it is to kill time and take this moment to think about how to say it, if he should at all. What has been bothering him for a long time, what he knows now since the chapel. Pacho lets you take a sip first, and you let him pay without fighting for the bill.

‘’ Miguel is not being honest with me, I know he is planning something, but I am not sure why. ‘’ He clears his throat. ‘’ I’d like you to listen and, if you want, report anything concerning to me. ‘’

Your reaction is instantaneous, like you have been stung by his words, your body reacting in disbelief. He knows how hard this must be for you, as it is for him too. He loathes how political your relationship has been lately, that you are just a piece of the puzzle being tossed around between them, always trying to win, to triumph. Your laugh is dry, void of emotion.

‘’ You’ve gone insane. ‘’ You shake your head. ‘’ And here I thought for a second you liked me. ‘’

‘’ You know how I feel about you, when has it ever been a secret? ‘’

Your eyes trail off elsewhere, in the crowd, the tiger in the cage. Pacho takes a step closer, approaching again when you let him. His hand moves up, thumb touching your chin, fingers pressing on your jaw, gently bringing your gaze his way.

‘’ Only if you want. Think about it, ‘’ About everything, about what we could do together. ‘’ I won’t hold it against you if you don’t. ‘’

His thumb caresses your bottom lip, a touch for the road, a touch to remember. He smiles, softly, trying to smooth out the tension in your body.

‘’ Enjoy the party, okay? ‘’

He means it. Your tongue rolls around in your mouth, biting back words as you shake him off you. And then he leaves, simply because there is nothing else he can do, he walks to the car, drives to the hotel, home and then he waits. However long it would take.

One morning the phone rings, the one he keeps with him at all times, the one he reserves for your number only, no one else's. It feels heavy in his hand, burning through the skin, through his heart, he hadn’t heard from you for weeks now. It takes him a few seconds before he reacts, pressing the button and bringing the phone to his ear.

‘’ Pacho. ‘’

He hears the crackle of your voice over the receiver, flat, his name an acknowledgement, barely a hello. You had only called once after the party, mostly to yell at him, drunk and incoherent. A time when he could do nothing but listen and send a car to your house to make sure you didn’t accidentally hurt yourself. Something he still hadn’t received a thank-you card for, no apologetic phone call, just a deafening silence in return, no more late-night conversations, your side of the bed still cold.

He had thought you wouldn’t call again after that, not when you had been so angry, how you had told him that this must have been all a trick from the beginning. Like a snake, you had spit at him through the phone, trying to break the ranks, the long-earned trust.

Letting you plant doubt into my head at Miguel’s birthday was a mistake.

‘’ Are you there? ‘’

I am. He is, holding onto the satellite phone like his life depends on it.

‘’ I want you to listen very carefully, ‘’ You begin, ‘’ I’ll only say this once. ‘’

This call is moving too fast. Pacho knows this isn’t an apology, and frankly, he doesn’t expect one, but he had hoped you would have been a bit more forgiving, less strategic, less straight to the point. He hears you move around, doors closing and opening, probably at home from what has been reported to him lately.

‘’ Miguel will talk to Don Juan in Matamoros before your meeting. This is what you wanted, right? Information like this? Because this is the last time, I’m done, I’m leaving Mexico. ‘’

He feels like he has been stabbed, straight through the heart and pulled.

‘’ Why? Where are you going? ‘’

Come to me, he wants to say, I’ll fly you in, I’ll protect you.

‘’ Listen, I know you can one-up his deal. ‘’ Hair brushes against the receiver. ‘’ Miguel will know I ratted out the second he gets to your meeting, use it wisely. ‘’

‘’ Don’t hang up. Talk to me. ‘’

He calls your name through the phone, pleading, he knows how desperate his voice might sound, he knows he is. Tell me what happened, and I’ll take care of it. Pacho knows running away is your next step, hang up and disappear, leave and hide, but he won’t allow it, not when he can take you in and make sure you are safe.

In his arms forever at last.

‘’ Miguel wants Guerra to get into the cocaine business, if it works he’ll have leverage, and if the Caribbean corridor closes you’ll- ‘’

‘’ No. ‘’ He has to take a deep breath, remind himself to stay focused on the task at hand. ‘’ No, not that. What happened? ‘’

Why are you leaving? What did they do?

‘’ I- Pacho, I can’t stay on the phone much longer- ‘’

He holds the phone in a tight grip, sweaty fingers, gold rings crushing the plastic.

‘’ I am sending someone to pick you up. Don’t leave your house. ‘’

He can feel your hesitation over the phone, all the planning that would have to be thrown out the window, what it would mean to be seen by his side. This is not just business anymore to him, it hasn’t been for a long time.

‘’ I owe you that. Let me. ‘’

He had longed for this, a phone call, a letter, news of your well-being. A chance to save you, steal you away.

‘’ Okay. ‘’ You sound small, resigned. You know better than to refuse, ‘’ I’ll wait. ‘’

The second you hang up, Pacho is on the move, snapping fingers left and right, setting up cars, planes, whatever it will take to get you out. It scares him to death, the idea of you alone in Mexico, waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for someone to figure out something is wrong, to see if Miguel would act on it.

He has a different feeling this time, nothing hot or burning like before. It spreads through him, a searing pain. It isn’t jealousy anymore, fear perhaps.

Maybe it is, he realizes.

Letting you plant doubt into my head at Miguel’s birthday was a mistake.

Maybe it was.

#pacho herrera x reader #pacho x reader #narcos fanfiction #narcos mexico imagines #narcos mexico imagine #narcos x reader

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beardedmrbean · 8 months

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TOKYO -- A Japanese spacecraft touched down on the moon early Saturday, making Japan the fifth country to reach the lunar surface. But officials said they still needed to analyze the pinpoint accuracy of the landing.

Hitoshi Kuninaka, head of the Institute of Space and Astronautical Science, said they believe that rovers were launched and data were being transmitted back to Earth. But there could an issue with the power supply.

The Smart Lander for Investigating Moon, or SLIM, landed at about 12:20 a.m. Tokyo time on Saturday (1520 GMT Friday). Japan follows the United States, the Soviet Union, China and India in reaching the moon.

THIS IS A BREAKING NEWS UPDATE. AP’s earlier story follows below.

Japan’s spacecraft arrived on the surface of the moon early Saturday, but it wasn’t immediately clear if the landing was a success, because the Japanese space agency said it was still “checking its status.”

More details about the spacecraft, which is carrying no astronauts, would be given at a news conference, officials said. If the Smart Lander for Investigating Moon, or SLIM, landed successfully, Japan would become the fifth country to accomplish the feat after the United States, the Soviet Union, China and India.

SLIM came down onto the lunar surface at around 12:20 a.m. Tokyo time Saturday (1520 GMT Friday).

As the spacecraft descended, the Japan Aerospace Exploration Agency's mission control said that everything was going as planned and later said that SLIM was on the lunar surface. But there was no mention of whether the landing was successful.

Mission control kept repeating that it was “checking its status" and that more information would be given at a news conference. It wasn't immediately clear when the news conference would start.

SLIM, nicknamed "the Moon Sniper," started its descent at midnight Saturday, and within 15 minutes it was down to about 10 kilometers (six miles) above the lunar surface, according to the space agency, which is known as JAXA.

At an altitude of five kilometers (three miles), the lander was in a vertical descent mode, then at 50 meters (165 feet) above the surface, SLIM was supposed to make a parallel movement to find a safe landing spot, JAXA said.

About a half-hour after its presumed landing, JAXA said that it was still checking the status of the lander.

SLIM, which was aiming to hit a very small target, is a lightweight spacecraft about the size of a passenger vehicle. It was using “pinpoint landing” technology that promises far greater control than any previous moon landing.

While most previous probes have used landing zones about 10 kilometers (six miles) wide, SLIM was aiming at a target of just 100 meters (330 feet).

The project was the fruit of two decades of work on precision technology by JAXA.

The mission's main goal is to test new landing technology that would allow moon missions to land “where we want to, rather than where it is easy to land,” JAXA has said. If the landing was a success, the spacecraft will seek clues about the origin of the moon, including analyzing minerals with a special camera.

The SLIM, equipped with a pad to cushion impact, was aiming to land near the Shioli crater, near a region covered in volcanic rock.

The closely watched mission came only 10 days after a moon mission by a U.S. private company failed when the spacecraft developed a fuel leak hours after the launch.

SLIM was launched on a Mitsubishi Heavy H2A rocket in September. It initially orbited Earth and entered lunar orbit on Dec. 25.

Japan hopes a success will help regain confidence for its space technology after a number of failures. A spacecraft designed by a Japanese company crashed during a lunar landing attempt in April, and a new flagship rocket failed its debut launch in March.

JAXA has a track record with difficult landings. Its Hayabusa2 spacecraft, launched in 2014, touched down twice on the 900-meter-long (3,000-foot-long) asteroid Ryugu, collecting samples that were returned to Earth.

Experts say a success of SLIM's pinpoint landing, especially on the moon, would raise Japan's profile in the global space technology race.

Takeshi Tsuchiya, aeronautics professor at the Graduate School of Engineering at the University of Tokyo, said it was important to confirm the accuracy of landing on a targeted area for the future of moon explorations.

“It is necessary to show the world that Japan has the appropriate technology in order to be able to properly assert Japan's position in lunar development,” he said. The moon is important from the perspective of explorations of resources, and it can also be used as a base to go to other planets, like Mars, he said.

SLIM is carrying two small autonomous probes — lunar excursion vehicles LEV-1 and LEV-2, which will be released just before landing.

LEV-1, equipped with an antenna and a camera, is tasked with recording SLIM's landing. LEV-2, is a ball-shaped rover equipped with two cameras, developed by JAXA together with Sony, toymaker Tomy and Doshisha University.

JAXA will broadcast a livestream of the landing, while space fans will gather to watch the historic moment on a big screen at the agency's Sagamihara campus southwest of Tokyo.

#nunyas news #7th country not the 5th #US #russia #china #EU #Isreal #india #and now japan #unless we don't count hard landings

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bianotbia · 10 months

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— 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 [𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧]

˗ˏˋ you promised astarion to find a way of curing his vampirism and you'll do whatever it takes to accomplish it ˎˊ˗

⤷ a/n : This IS completely ooc and probably isn't canon at all, I'm just sad I can't play the game. I admit this could've been better but I did my best cause he's pretty and the lore is amazing <3 I hope astarion fans are kind to me :')

⤷ contains : gn! archfey warlock! reader x astarion, angst, suggestive, a bit of fluff, mentions of blood, bruises and scars, psychological abuse and trauma [wc: 4.5k]

⤷ taglist : @lemondrop-symphony / @i-literally-cant-with-this

⤷ now playing : a whole new world by zayn & zhavia ward

I can show you the world

Shining, shimmering, splendid

Tell me, princess, now when did

You last let your heart decide?

I can still hear the deafening silence of that fading morning, the sight of the corpses of my parents and brother laying so peacefully on their beds after succumbing to an ancient curse would haunt me forever. First came silence within cold halls and muted walls that listened but never replied, then came the voices and mutterings that made company to this lost soul that believed would never be happy again. As months went by, hunger grew along with the despair of meeting the same end as my family, cloaked by the shadows of an alley I longingly gazed at a fruits stand a few meters away “Why don’t you take one, child?” a voice echoed in my head “They come from the forest, from my long lost home, I can assure you they are property of no man” I look down at my wrists and the fresh red marks that still adorn them from my last theft. “Don’t worry child, leave it to me” I felt magic coursing through my veins and surrounding my body the air around me became hazy as I stumbled ahead, frightened eyes meeting the merchant’s ones who only looked away as if I was never really there. With a feast worthy of any king I indulged in fruits and breads brought to me by the wonders of magic “I see you enjoy your well deserved meal” it wasn’t a whisper anymore that talked to me “You're a smart child, I believe you already know I’m not coming from your inner self” I didn’t reply it, I never do, living in a half elvian and half human house provided me with knowledge of ancient beings and higher forces that are never meant to be fully trusted. “I’ve been observing you for a while and I might say we can be a great pair. What do you say about making a deal?” I shivered slightly and remembered the dim days that haunted me and the darker ones that laid ahead “Your unquestioning loyalty for anything you want…power, knowledge, protection…and even company”. The lively sounds of the streets seemed to die out and memories of that deafening silence flooded back “...Deal” a low chuckle echoed inside “Wonderful, I hope I can count on your loyalty from now on my dear child” unfortunately my stomach still rumbles and fear still desolates my soul “I always keep my promises”. Ancient fey runes burned across my tender flesh and just like that my broken soul pledged allegiance to something I so desperately wanted to rely on. I prayed for the gods to get back what I’d lost and they took everything I had left.

I can open your eyes

Take you wonder by wonder

Over, sideways and under

On a magic carpet ride

Among bugs and weird shadows, the party returned to the secluded camp after another tiring quest, blood dripping in the dirty ground as we all stumbled to safety “Look I really like you guys and all but honestly I prefered when I worked alone y’know, quiet as a shadow and not with a damn loud wizard, a githyanki and a flamboyant vampire” Lae’zel huffed and gripped my shoulder menacingly “I'll let it slide this time, sweety pie” with nervous laughter I lifted my arms in playful surrender “Alright, alright! It’s just a joke!”. Finally settled, we all arranged our spots and started healing the daily wounds and planning what would be our next step on this mission. The smell of food could already be felt through the camp, after getting myself clean and all patched up I look over to a certain vampire struggling to stitch a tiny cut on his forehead, “Need a hand there” he sighed and handed me a bottle of healing solution “A complete disaster it would be if I ever ended up with a scar on my face. How could I ever live knowing there is an horrendous cut on it?” I let out a giggle as I finished the stitches “It's really not that bad don't worry”. The camp grew silent as most of the party members fell into deep slumber “You know you could have asked anyone else to heal this with magic” Astarion shrugged and scoffed “Don’t really trust Gale and his big hands or Shadowheart with her suspicious stares” I hummed and gazed at the clear night sky “Did you really mean it when you said you prefer working alone as you used to?” the cicadas sang between the bushes and filled the sudden silence “Not really actually, I like your company” his amused laugh warmed my heart “Mine or these inconvenient companions” a smile grew on my lips “I'm really happy I met all of you. I just want to end this nightmare and go back to normal” the vampire scoffed “I don't think normal is suitable to describe our early lives…especially mine” I laid my head on his shoulder “Sometimes I forget you're a vampire” at least he doesn't fidget anymore when I come closer “Well I can't have this luxury” for a moment I recall hidden memories of a forgotten past “...What if I promised to find a way to heal your vampirism” he let out a tired sight “I would say you finally turned out insane” his crimson eyes might appear distant yet there's still hope calling from beyond this mask “I will make sure you have a happy ending Astarion, just like you deserve” he rises from where we were sitting “Well be my guest, let's see if you can keep your word child” a shiver went down my spine as I saw him drifting into the shadows “I always keep my promises”.

A whole new world

A new fantastic point of view

No one to tell us "no"

Or where to go

Or say we're only dreaming

Later that night, when our emotions dampened and tiredness got the best of us, everybody laid soundly on their mats, unfortunately there have been years already that I didn't go a single night without a bad dream or rather without an encounter with my patron. The whimsical scenario before me looked familiar, a lake of dark waters found ominously in the middle of a forest cloaked by the night, resembling a clear mirror reflecting the starry sky above. As always I'm standing in its middle, somewhere where I can't clearly see the borders or anything beyond. The water hits my waist while my bare chest remains exposed and vulnerable out of it, unlike he that stands before me, vines covering most of his naked body, his greenish skin scintillating under the crescent moon and antlers imposingly reaching for the sky – Oberon, the king of forests and father of all faeries – extended his clawed hand towards me. “Tell me child what afflicts your soul tonight, you seem more restless than usual” I slowly walked towards him “I need your help. I need to help him” he made a disapproving expression “Who? The vampire? Not my favorite creatures” “Please, I promised him I would at least try to search for a cure” Oberon clicked his tongue yet his gaze changed “You know that's not how things work child, vampirism is a curse for life…however I believe there's something you could try, but only if you are willing to give up a part of your own self for it” I looked defiantly at him “I did it once I believe I can do it again” his dark grin grew even larger “Oh a child in love, can anything be more sweet than that. Fair enough, the Crossed Fates is a simple ritual for lovers who are willing to change their own fates with the one of their other half” his words started to sink in and until realization hit, he hummed “However be aware that you need to be sure he’s truly in love with you or else who knows what might happen” his mocking expression didn't calm my uneasy heart, Oberon traced his fingers over my cheek and chuckled “I know very well what's the look of someone in love, it isn't about you I'm worried about…” my stomach twisted with his words “I made him a promise and I always keep my word” “Oh I'm sure about that” after vanishing in thin air I blink a few times and look around but he’s no longer there, the sky above was now starless adorned solely by a full blood moon, I looked down at my hands and saw them stained with a crimson thick liquid just like the one that now surrounded me while I got pulled back into unconsciousness, a lonesome scream ripping through my throat gets lost into the night.

A whole new world

A dazzling place I never knew

But when I'm way up here

It's crystal clear

That now I'm in a whole new world with you

Day after day we fought our enemies and got a little bit closer to our destiny yet the promise I did echoed louder each time I thought about Astarion. After days of adventures in hostile land we left the wilderness and finally arrived at the city of Baldur's Gate, a place I once called home, whose dirty streets brough memories of darker memories still imprinted on the corners of my stained mind. Before we continued our mission we decided to split up and recharge, for the worst is yet to come, everyone went on to do what they desired but not Astarion who seemed quite uneasy on this familiar ground “Unsolved business here?” he huffed “Too many to count, but I rather not think about them now” thinking about cheering him up a little bit I proposed “Would you accompany me to some drinks?” a smirk appeared on his handsome face “How can I say no to that” together we stepped into the restless pulse of the city. After a few drinks at the Elfsong Tavern I decided to show him a special place I used as a hideout for many years, through dark alleys and high roofs we finally reached the peak of a church's tower majestically reaching for the heavens above. Near the grandiose bells, was a small dusty chamber, now completely empty if not for a small chest on a dim lit corner, I picked its lock and found inside a forgotten treasure of my earlier years, tons of little relics, silver watches, golden rings, shiny daggers, dazzling through the dirt. Astarion observed the artifacts inside until his gaze landed on a certain necklace, a golden chain adorned with a shimmering emerald “What's this doing here?” I gazed at the jewelry on his hand then at him “I lied to you” the vampire furrowed his brows, his hands clenched around the stone and he took a deep breath “About what dear?” “We've already met before once…here in Baldur’s Gate” his face morphed into one of confusion and shock “We did? How? I think I would have remembered a pretty face like yours” the smile on his face didn't last long “I wasn’t so sure when we met at the beach but I knew you resembled someone. A few years ago I was at a tavern thinking about ways of completing a task for my patron when I saw a pale elf sitting nearby gazing with distant eyes at the dancing bodies” he gulped down “You locked eyes with me and came closer to where I was sitting, something told me you weren’t a normal elf. After whispering something on my ear the only thing I remember is feeling the necklace in my hand”. Astarions breathing seemed uneven and his gaze somewhere far away in time “Later that night I saw you leaving the tavern, you looked back at me a bit hesitant but just turned away” the quietness above the busy streets was comforting and the warm breeze somehow evoked those forgotten days “What a small world we live in, to ever wonder we would meet again in such circumstances'' he sadly smiled. “Would you ever live in Baldur's Gate again Astarion?” I asked “I believe there's far too many memories here which I rather let it rot in oblivion” sitting shoulder to shoulder with him I reached for his hand “I’m no foreign to the feelings you carry, I too know how it is to be lost…just a puppet in someone else's hands. But that doesn't mean you can’t find a new destiny for yourself” he gracefully intertwined our fingers and for once in so long the silence in my mind felt pleasant to my heart.

Unbelievable sights

Indescribable feeling

Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling

Through an endless diamond sky

The sky grew darker and darker, we all decided it was better to meet at the tavern and rent a few rooms for us to rest, at least among cheers and warm candle lights things didn’t feel as bad as they were, for a brief moment we could taste how it is to live a normal life, a life without whispers, dark marks or devil contracts. But he was still there, he still came to me every night, a curse and a blessing I’m fated to live till the end of my days. The cheerful laugher and loud chatting seem so distant until I feel Gale tapping on my shoulder and asking to have a word with me in private, when we found an isolated room he turned to me with a worried expression “Look I’m not gonna beat around the bush, you may not be a wizard or a sorcerer but you have great magic in your hands” I wonder where he’s trying to get and he continued “Honestly in all my years of knowledge I never heard or seen anything on recovering vampirism. So I don’t know what you're thinking about doing or what your patron promised you, it won’t work”. I opened my mouth but no words left “...How did you?” “Astarion seems a little drunk right now and is boasting to everyone how he likes you more than all of us, how you understand and cares for him, and that you promised to cure him” I let out a tired breath “Look everything is under control. I know what I'm doing” the wizard raised his hands in surrender “Alright but you know better than anyone that every magic has a price. Just promise me you won’t hurt yourself?” the whispers got louder in my ears as I motioned to leave “I don’t think I can promise you that…but sure I'll try” I left Gale behind and went to my room, unaware that behind the shadows of the night a certain vampire listened to our conversation.

A whole new world (Don't you dare close your eyes)

A hundred thousand things to see (Hold your breath, it gets better)

I'm like a shooting star

I've come so far

I can't go back to where I used to be

The evening got quieter but the thoughts inside didn’t cease, I prepared a bath hoping to scratch down all of the tiredness that weighed me down and the dirt accumulated within all those days in the wilderness. The voices in the hallways could still be heard yet they seemed far away, the stillness of the water reminded me a bit too much of my nightmares yet it still feels calming enough for a sore soul. The stars danced out of the window in the great sky above, so hypnotizing I didn’t even hear the door unlocking. “Oh what I would give up to share this bath with you darling” the familiar velvety voice pulled me back to reality “Good lord! Don't sneak on me like that” I shot a glare at him as he leaned at the door frame laughing “So…what do you say?” I muttered a consent and looked away as he slowly undressed and got into the tub. Even if we were a lot more intimate than when we started, I still wasn’t used to having someone so close to me “Don’t need to get all shy, little thief. I’m not mad about my stolen necklace” I leaned my head on the edge of the tub “That’s not really what I was thinking now” “Oh really then tell me what do you have in mind” I silenced a gasp took a breath and asked him “What would you like to do when this is all over?” he cocked his brow surprised “Huh not expecting that…well I can see myself in a splendid, enormous and bright mansion far away. Living my days in frivolous delight with someone to make me company” I can't help but let out a giggle “I'll pretend I believe that, so who would be that someone?” “Oh darling don't play oblivious, who else would I share my happy ending other than the one who promised it to me” I could feel his fingers caressing mine under the water “Must be nice living a quiet life…I’ll keep my word Astarion”. The elf had a sad smile on his face as we sat together in silence “Not that I was spying on you but I've heard your talk with Gale, so you did find a solution after all” “I could say so I guess, didn't expect you would tell everyone about it” “I might have gotten a tad excited. But about your conversation with the wizard, it's not something risky, is it?” “Don’t worry about it. I've done many rituals, it will go out fine” he hummed and I gazed at the moonlight again. “Do you love me?” Astarion widened his eyes with the sudden question, his mouth opened but didn't made a sound while I let out a nervous laugh “I’m sorry, I don't know where that came from, you don’t have to answer that… you should have seen your face tho” he anxiously furrowed his brows and averted his gaze “Well…If love means wanting to share your curses and blessings, your nightmares and dreams, the worst and best days of yours life, then perhaps…I do” now it was my turn to go speechless, he comes closer and carefully puts a strand of my hair behind my ear slowly leaning in, our lips barely touching each other like soft feathers of angels finally descending into desire. His hands wandered through my skin as our tongues moved in sync until we pulled apart breathless, he leaned back at the tub and I laid my head on his chest, slender fingers traveled along the runes on my skin while trailing the remaining cracks of a lost soul.

A whole new world

With new horizons to pursue

I'll chase them anywhere

There's time to spare

Let me share this whole new world with you

The veil of dreams fell as swiftly as a feather across the starless sky, the red moon seemed brighter than ever above the eerie waters that once again surrounded me. A little far ahead stood Oberon, with dark piercing eyes and the condescending smile that never left his lips “The big night is coming, are you ready for it child?” my stomach sank “I-I’m starting to…doubt if I should really do this” he mockingly hummed “Scared of him not loving you enough or perhaps are you finally realizing your dark destiny. Are you willing to go that far for him?” the whispers inside started to grow louder “A broken soul can’t heal another broken soul, one of them is alway bound to break a little more” the air in my lungs seemed to vanish “We still have a contract, you shouldn't get distracted by silly emotions. You know you’ll have to let him go after the ritual, why would he want a reminder of the past he so desperately wants to forget” a knot forms on my throat “Shut up!...please” tears travel down my face “I don’t want to lose him too…you’ll still be here right?” sharp claws traced my jaw and lifted my chin to look at his maddening irises “I won’t ever leave your side darling”. Once again he disapeared in thin air, under the red ominous waters I could feel palms climbing up my legs and gripping my torso, no sound left my mouth as I desperately tried to free myself from that strong grasp pulling me to dark oblivion. My heart felt like it would burst out off my chest, however I start to feel a tight grip on my wrists pinning me down on the bed as I slowly get back to my senses, only to see Astarion’s fangs dangerously nearing my neck, his touch besited when he noticed the scared look in my eyes “Pardon me darling…I believe tonight's occurrences made me a bit too excited” feeling him above me made my heart beat even faster making the grip he holds around my wrists tight but still letting go “You did seemed a bit restless, a nightmare perhaps?” I nodded “Nothing unusual about that…tomorrow at dawn we’ll leave to the forest to do the ritual” his brows raised in surprise but still he quietly assented “then I believe it’s better for me to leave the room, before any other accidents happen and so you can properly rest” he motioned to leave the bed when I reached for his bare torso, sliding my hands around his waist and softly pulling him back having my chest pressed to his back “I think I can handle you like this” feeling his stiff body slowly ease under my touch as we both fell in sweet slumber.

A whole new world

A new fantastic point of view

No one to tell us "no"

Or where to go

Or say we're only dreaming

The sun rose in a scintillating sky as we woke up at the break of dawn just as the city started its bustle and liveliness, together we made our way towards a secluded forest nearby where Oberon advised us to do the ritual. For a little while we walked in silence until Astarion thought it was too quiet “I would like to know what exactly is going to happen on this ritual, given the fact I’m practically putting my life on your hands here” I thought about it “Fair enough. There isn’t much mystery around it actually, we’ll get inside a lake and make a cut in our palms, after that we face each other with our fingers interlocked, I’ll recite an enchantment and when you least expect goodbye fangs” he seemed to expected something more “Huh quite simple, what about the whole thing of every magic has its price that Gale mentioned, what’s the price?” my throat went dry “Don’t worry I took care of that already”. It was a long way until we finally found the place mentioned, crooked trees and weavering shadows encircling an eerie lake so clear it could almost be considered a mirror, the only thing left now is to wait for the rise of the blood moon. The clock seemed to go backwards until the time finally came, I took Astarion’s hand and led him until the dark waters reached our waists “Are you ready?” I took a dagger out of my pocket “Would you let me have the honor, I might say I’m more experienced with sharp things” he took my hand into his and caressed my palm, before I could even realize the cut was made the warm liquid already dripped into the lake, he took a sharp breath and quickly made the same to his own hand. We positioned ourselves facing each other, raised our palms and intertwined our fingers, the ancient words of the incantation dripped from my tongue as I’ve known it forever until I let out a long breath. “I-I lied…about the price to pay” the grip on my hand tightened “What are you talking about? You seem to lie quite a lot for someone that claims to always keep their word, don’t you?” I looked around noticing a far too familiar shadow hidden behind the trees “Just enough for the right thing to happen. I’m sorry…it’s for your own good” when the final words of the ritual leave my lips the last thing I remember is our hands letting go of each other and our bodies falling into the mysterious water.

A whole new world (Every turn, a surprise)

With new horizons to pursue (Every moment red-letter)

I'll chase them anywhere

There's time to spare

Let me share this whole new world with you

The natural mirror reflected the downward red moon until a hand broke away from its stillness, Astarion surged from the depths of it gasping for air and coughing up the water in his lungs, as he tried to steady himself in the uneven ground below he finally sees, a bright reflection weavering through the water ondulations looking back at him, as he runs his hands through his own face a loud laugh escapes his mouth and echoes beyond the crooked trees “It worked, it worked! You did it! … darling?” the wide smile in his lips slowly faded out. As he looked around the only movement on the water was the waves around his own movements, back to the dark depths he desperately searched for the one he so much needed, anxious hands reaching for something familiar in this unanny place. After a few moments our fingertips finally meet each other as he quickly pulled my limp body out of the water, dragging it to the shallow part “No no no! What have you done?” brushing off the damped hair out of my face I felt a feverish haze spreading through all over my fles, unconsciously gripping on his shirt and coughing up the water I swallowed, he held me closely into his arms until his hands moved to my back and touched through the damped fabric of my shirt markings that are far too familiar to him, demonic imprints he was more than sure didn’t belong on my skin “Darling…what is this? What did you do?” the fear was clear on his voice as tears falled down my now crimson eyes and got lost in those hollow waters “I kept my promise…it was the only way” his face morphed into one of pain and disbelief finally seeing the fangs he was once used to having “No…No! This isn't fair…you know I hate when you play hero” I gazed at Astarion’s bright green irises and reached a finger to dry the tears that cascaded down his face “I always knew you had such pretty eyes” he rested his forehead on mine and whispered “Having you by my side was already the happiest ending I could ever wish for, my love”.

A whole new world (A whole new world)

That's where we'll be (That's where we'll be)

A thrilling chase (A wondrous place)

For you and me

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion x tav #baldurs gate 3 imagine #bg3 astarion #astarion x reader #bg3 imagine #bg3 x reader #baldurs gate astarion

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rjzimmerman · 3 days

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Electricity That Costs Nothing—or Even Less? It’s Happening More and More. (Wall Street Journal)

Excerpt from this Wall Street Journal story:

Most people pay a fixed price for each kilowatt-hour of electricity they consume throughout the day. The price is set by their power company and only changes at infrequent intervals—once a week, a month or even only once a year.

Van Diesen, a software salesman, recently signed up to receive electricity from two providers that charge him the hourly price on the Dutch wholesale power market, rather than a fixed price that resets monthly or annually. When the price of electricity falls low enough, smart meters in his house begin charging his two electric cars.

Wholesale prices swing wildly each hour of the day, and even more so as a larger share of electricity flows from wind and solar installations. Because the generation costs of wind or solar farms are negligible, market prices will be near zero when there is enough renewable power to cover most of a region’s electricity demand.

Electricity market dynamics get weirder when renewable-energy producers don’t have an incentive to stop feeding power into the grid, usually because of government subsidies. Then grids can be flooded with excess power, pushing prices into negative territory.

Van Diesen said he’s made 30 euros, equivalent to around $34, over the past five months charging his car, enough to cover the service fee from his power supplier, a Norwegian company called Tibber.

“I’m charging the car for free,” said van Diesen, who is part of a group of clean-energy enthusiasts in the Netherlands who call themselves green nerds. “To me it’s also like a hobby and a game—how far can I go?”

Doing laundry in the evening? The electricity could be free a few hours later when demand dies down and the wind picks up. Likewise, in regions with lots of solar power, charging an electric vehicle in the morning is usually far more expensive than powering up under the midday sun—or whenever the price is right.

In the U.S., most states don’t currently allow such real-time pricing, but many think that will change. Already, in some of the world’s biggest economies from Western Europe to California, the occurrence of zero and negative wholesale power prices is growing fast.

Wholesale prices across continental Europe have fallen to zero or below in 6% of all hours this year, up sharply from 2.2% in 2023 and just 0.3% in 2022, according to data collected by Entso-E, the group of European transmission system operators. In markets with lots of renewable capacity, this year’s figure was higher: 8% in the Netherlands, 11% in Finland and 12% in Spain. Analysts expect those numbers will grow as more solar panels and wind turbines are installed.

The changes sweeping Europe’s electricity markets, which were accelerated by the energy crisis brought on by the war in Ukraine, show what could happen in the U.S. in a few years when renewable capacity reaches a similar scale. In 2023, 44% of EU electricity was generated by renewables, compared with 21% in the U.S.

#renewable energy

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nkirukaj · 25 days

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vVv is for Voe (3)

Pairing: StaticBeau & RadioBeau

Warnings: Swearing; Sexual Acts

Genre: Humor! SMUT!

Word Count: 4K

3. High Maintenance

“So who is this Radio guy, that has Vox in such a tizzy?”

Vinny is quite nervous hearing that question from Voe. His body shakes and his eyes dart around the room “I’m not sure that Mr. Vox wouldn’t want me to divulge that information,”

“Oh come on, I won’t tell. I just want to understand him better, is that a crime?”

He swallows and pulls on his collar as she enters his personal space

“Nobody has to know,” she puts her hand on his shoulder

“Um, you promise that you won’t tell?”

“I promise!” She lies

“The Radio Demon is one of the most powerful Overlords. He just appeared and started taking down other strong Overlords. He’s Mr. Vox’s mortal enemy. Their rivalry is one for the ages. They disagree on their views of technology,”

“TV vs Radio,” she moves back “I see,”

“Mr. Vox and he had some kind of a fight before the Radio Demon disappeared for 7 years. I don’t know anything else, okay?”

Voe blinks at him “Thank you for that information, Vinny. The secret is safe with me,”

“Well in my opinion TV is the clear winner, but I’m not an ancient fossil,”

“Vox. Vox!”

“What?” he rubs his forehead with his fingers

She steps closer to him “So here’s the deal. I need a nail technician, a hair stylist, a makeup artist, and my own assistant,”

“For your appearance on my show?”

“And if you want me to keep doing LIVEs hereafter,”

“Okay, you were getting those things anyway,”

She sets her brows “I just want us to be clear,”

“Is there something you actually wanted to talk to me about? Or did you want to tell me about more things that I already did?”

She looks back and forth on his face “Is poaching each other’s employees common?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, Valentino approached me, telling me to work for him and not you. Is that normal here?”

“Oh yeah, that’s pretty normal,”

“So that doesn’t bother you?”

He groans “Look, sometimes we trade employees back and forth,”

“So you wouldn’t mind me doing porn?”

He sits up “Hmmm, now that’s an angle I didn’t think about. An influencer and a porn star?”

“Oh, I bet you would love that,”

“All of Hell would love that,” Vox smirks at the idea

“Well unfortunately for you, I prefer for my sex to be up close and personal,”

“Soooooo are you not gonna do it? I need to know these things,”

“No,” She leans forward “But we can talk about something just as good,”

“What’s just as good as an influencer porn star?”

“How about topless photos?” she crosses her arms

Vox raises an eyebrow “I’m listening,”

“I am very confident in my body, so I’d be happy to do a semi-nude photoshoot to raise my star meter! I mean, my brand on Sinstagram is being sexy after all,”

“Hmmm, I guess that wouldn’t be bad but I want you to tease ‘em. Don’t just full-on show your nips.”

“Of course, and I assume you’ll be reviewing them?” She smirks

“Yes, but you seem smart Voe. Don’t do anything that will embarrass this company. Or we’ll have a problem,”

“Like what?”

“I think you know what. Make us look good and make the enemy look bad,”

She tilts her head “Who’s the enemy?”

“That old-timey prick Alastor and Lucifer’s bimbo daughter, and everyone else in that rancid Hotel,”

Voe nods “Noted,”

“Good girl. Now go, I have things to do and you have something to get ready for,”

“Hey guys, I’m getting ready to be on Vox-2-Nite. As you can see I’m getting my hair done!” She whips around “Not like that!” she snaps to the stylist “Have you never worked with curly hair?”

“Umm, should I get the flat iron?”

Voe snaps “You’re dismissed!”

She pouts and leaves the room

“VINNY!!”

“Yes?”

“Tell Vox that I need another hairstylist. Pronto!”

“Yes ma’am” he rushes off

Voe checks out her hair and is disgusted

nah she about to look stupid as fuck

yo somebody save her

she look like she just walked out the zoo!

“Okay, racist,” she tells the chat as she checks out her hair “I swear Vox must have been white when he was alive because what the fuck is this?” she flips the lamp in front of her on “and this foundation doesn’t even match my skin tone. I am Black, people!” she tells the LIVE before going back to fuss over her hair.

The entrance hears the click of Velvette’s shoes. The door is ajar, so it’s easy for the doll to see in. She hears the groans and scoffs of Voe inside struggling and decides to enter the room, being gretted by the sight of her hair all over the place, and her makeup looking clown-like “What the bloody Hell is going on in here?”

Voe glances up at her in distress “Whoever that sorry excuse for a stylist was, she needs to be fired!”

Velvette grabs her shoulders and looks her in the eye “Don’t stress, it’ll cause wrinkles, and what happened to your face? Have you always been this light?”

“Uh, no!”

“Okay, tell Vox that I’m taking care of this!” she screams to Vinny as he comes back into the room “Don’t touch it!” She smacks Voe’s hand away as she’s trying to flatten it.

Velvetted immediately summons a spray bottle to get Voe’s hair back to its normal state of curls. She brushes them from the ends up, placing just the right amount of product to define the curls and style them nicely and gracefully.

Voe is giddy, not knowing what the result will be, but knowing that it will be phenomenal “This is what I’m talking about! This is why you need Black women!”

Velvette hits her again “Stop moving!”

Velvette’s assistant Melissa enters the room with a garment bag “Miss, where should I put this?” she asks the Overlord

“On the bed Melissa, duh!”

Melissa timidly drapes the bag over Voe’s mattress and stands awkwardly waiting for more instructions

“Melissa! You’re freaking me the the fuck out just standing there. Kindly fuck off!” she exits with a grimace

“What’s that?” Voe asks

“It’s your clothes obviously. I will not always do your hair and makeup, but I will pick your outfits. If I leave it to one of the boys, you’ll either end up looking like a housewife or a stripper,” she says as she adds some color to the doe’s lip

“And what will I look like with you?”

Velvette turns her toward the mirror “A star,”

Voe emerges onto the set of Vox-2-Nite with her hair half up and half down, her hair in perfect spiral curls, and a nice evening look with simple eyeshadow, a neutral lip, and highlight; while wearing a shimmering pink spaghetti strap dress with matching shimmering heels, ready for her close-up. She approaches Vox who is busy staring at his phone.

“How do I look?” she asked him

He looks her up and down “Late,” he says

“Well, that’s your fault,”

Vox raises his brow “My fault? Watch yourself missy,”

“If you had given me a stylist that understood my hair type and my skin tone, then Velvette wouldn’t have had to step in,”

“So it’s my fault that you’re high maintenance?”

She furrows her brows “High maintenance?”

“Yes, high maintenance,” he mocks her and walks away, clearly done with the conversation, stepping out onto the set in front of the cameras

“In 5…4…3…2…” they countdown to the beginning of filming

“Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Vox-2-Nite! Brought to you by VoxTek, trust us, with your entertainment!”

Voe stood and waited for her entrance. This had to be perfect, this was the beginning of her stardom, her rise to fame, and absolutely nothing would screw it up for her.

“Next up we have Hell’s next big thing…or maybe not. Let’s welcome Voe the Beau” Vox grins and presses a button that lights up a sign saying ‘CLAP LOUDER’, Voe steps on set to thunderous applause. She waves to the crowd and blows them kisses before sitting down opposite Vox. He pulls the chair closer to his desk.

“So, Voe,” he starts “How you feeling? They treatin’ you well backstage?”

“I feel quite well treated Vox, just wish they knew how to handle my hair and skin!” She laughs

Vox alongside her and presses his button again the sign saying ‘LAUGH LOUDER’ and they do, but when they die down Vox says “We’ve seen several of your LIVEs and I’ll say you have quite the following. And you’ve only been here for what two or three weeks, was it?”

She nods “Yes, I have been here in Hell for three weeks, and I don’t know about a following. How does 50,000 sound?”

“50,000? How did you manage to get that kind of following?”

Voe crosses “Now Vox, a magician never reveals her secrets!”

He laughs “His secrets!”

“Well, not all magicians are male!”

“Hahahaha! Anyway! How are you liking here in Pentagram City? Met anyone special?”

She laughs off the question “No of course not! I am not thinking about romance!”

“Awww,” came the crowd

“Not anyone? Not even a quick glance?”

��It hasn’t even crossed my mind!” she waves him off

He picks up his mug “So what are your plans huh? Any plans to get more followers?”

She takes some time to think about it “I don’t know. I never went in with a plan, and things just worked out for me. I mostly just follow my instincts”

“Ohh, so you’re a lucky doe! Another question, how do you feel about your fans calling you the Billboard Doe?”

Voe scrunches up her face “What? Why would they call me that?”

“This is why,” Vox presses another button, pulling up a screen with a hung billboard in the middle of Pentagram City, completely blocking another billboard. The billboard reads ‘Voe the Beau; a sinner you’ll love to see’. Voe can’t see what’s on the other billboard but she doesn’t care. “You sure stop traffic Voe,” he grins at her

Voe covers her mouth in shock, the audience whooping and applauding at her reaction “Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Are you serious?!”

“Am I serious? Am I serious ladies and gentlemen?”

“HE’S SERIOUS!!!” the crowd screams

“And you’re gonna be in Velvette’s next runway show!!”

Voe has to stop herself from standing up. She flaps her hands in front of her face in joy and surprise, then calms down for a moment “Wait, where did you get that picture from?”

“Ho ho ho!” Vox chortled

“Seriously, I don’t remember posing for that picture,”

“Isn’t she a beauty folks?!” Vox changes the subject, to the crowd that claps away “We are so happy to have you here Voe. Thank you all for watching Vox 2-Nite! Play us out!” The audience plays swing music as Voe can’t help but ask

“How did you get that picture?”

The cameras turn off and Vox drops the grin immediately “Everyone, go the Hell home! You’ll get your checks in the mail!” he walks off the set and Voe follows

“Vox, where did you get that picture from?”

“I have eyes everywhere my dear. Some you can see, some you can’t,”

She goes in front of him “Why did you put up that billboard? What do you get out of it?’

“Can’t I just be kind to a friend?” He sips his coffee “Like I said, I know you’re a good girl, and good girls get rewarded,”

A blush rises up her cheeks “Oh, well I do deserve it,”

“Yes, you do. And keep it up and I will give you so much more,” he cups her chin with his fingers

Voe jerks her head back slightly “Keep your fingers to yourself,”

Vox chuckles “Oh Voe, I’ll put my fingers on or in whatever I want,”

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Voe tossed and turned in her bed. Something didn’t feel right. No matter how she moved her body, she knew there was something off. She feels a tuft of cool air directly on her neck and shoulder, causing her to remove her eye mask and sit up. When she places her left hand down on something warm and rock-hard.

“Ooh my!”

Voe flinches and turns to look at the space next to her. She can almost make something out, but turns on her lamp just to be sure “Valentino!”

“Hola,” he winks

She pulls off her bonnet “What are you doing in my bedroom, much less in my bed?”

“I just wanted to congratulate you on your first broadcast, and a billboard bigger than mi pene,”

She furrows her brows “Yeah, I’m pretty sure any billboard is bigger than your dick,”

He chuckles and slowly drags his long body up “I wanted to reward you,” he trails his hand down her face

Her core warms up a bit “Are you naked?” Val takes the cover off of his bottom half, showing his thick purple dick “You are. What makes you think I’d want to fuck you?” she crosses her arm

“You’re right, you’re right. You probably don’t want all of this,” his accent flossed through her body

“I didn’t say I didn’t,”

“Mmm, then why are we wasting time talking? Get undressed for Daddy,” he reaches for her buttons “Why are you so covered up going to bed? I need to go shopping for you because,” he unbuttons her top buttons until the tops of her breasts are exposed “These babies,” he caresses her skin, then cups and squeezes her breasts “Need to breath,” He grins, drool dripping from his lips.

Voe smirks back at him, unbuttoning the rest while keeping eye contact with the moth, slipping her arms out of their holes. Her breasts fall with a little bounce. “Better?”

“Much better,” Valentino motions for her to come to him and she scooches forward. He places his bottom hands on her ass, groping each cheek and the top pair are on her waist. He pulls down her shorts and panties in one go, rendering her bare “Ooh, so you’re not shy, why don’t you want to be on film with me?” he purrs as her brown skin collides with his purple one.

“I like to keep my body private,” she holds his face and throws off his shades

“This body shouldn’t be kept private,”

“You’re lucky you get to see it,” she whispers “Bite me,”

“Whatever you like,”

She can feel his saliva on her throat, his long tongue taking its time wrapping around her neck. She yanks on his nipple chain as she feels his teeth sink into the skin of her throat feeling the mark he was leaving there. She throws her head back in pleasure, holding his bald head in place. She wraps her legs around his torso and flips them so she’s on top of him.

“Oooh, I didn’t know you were so freaky,”

Voe chuckles “Can you feel this?” she breathes out, and lowers herself onto his dick, feeling it spread her walls apart. She pulls on his nipple chain like the reins on a horse, as she rocks back and forth on his cock. Hearing him growl in response sets her off her speed. She leans down and twists his nipples. He bites his lip and groans, pushing himself as far as possible up into her cunt. She yanks him back up by his chain and tells him “Wrap me in your wings,” turning around and bouncing herself, her hand on her own throat, she feels the warmth of his wings around her body, the fluff grazing her nipples. Val growls and with a grin, grips her waist tightly to the point of pain and forces her head down into the mattress, his last hand around her throat, squeezing tighter and tighter. He rams into her cunt with a torpedo’s force as he looms over her, grinning evilly as he gets more and more aroused by his aggression. Voe pounds on the mattress, the pain slowly overwhelming her, pushing her head up and being pushed back down until she forces her way back up. She breathes heavily and turns back around, choking him with all her strength. He seemed to like it though, growling while cumming all inside her and pulling out when he’s finished.

Val sits up and caresses her cheek “Did you cum baby?”

She stares up at him “No,” she pushes him

“Then it’s time to keep trying; Daddy doesn’t stop until he gets the job done,” he lays her down and begins rubbing her clit with his palm. Up and down, then side to side. Faster and faster he rubs with his fingers until the knot in her core snaps and the cum covers his palm, which he promptly licks off like tasty icing.

“That was delicioso,” he said popping his fingers into his mouth “Let’s repite? Hmm?” he winks as he leaves the room, butt naked and all.

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“Why aren’t you the one in charge?” The doe asked the doll “You’re so much smarter and well put together than the boys are,”

Velvette smirks “Who says I’m not?”

“Well Vox walks around like he’s the big man in charge so, I guess he says so?”

Velvette paces around comparing swatches of fabric and looking at garments “My biggest piece of advice is to let the boys think they’re in charge when in reality, you’re the one running the show. You think this place could run for even a second without me? Absolutely not. And to me, a leader is someone that a place can’t function without. That’s me,”

Voe leans over a desk “You’re brilliant Velvette. And clearly, we’re very similar. That sounds like something I would’ve said before getting some CEO to drain his bank account to give me all that I need,”

“Oh, is that how you got here?” Velvette smiles, clearly impressed

Voe smirks “That and, fucking with their wives,” she checks her nails

Velvette throws her head back and laughs “Oh that’s priceless!” She claps “Sweetheart you are definitely in the right place!” she walks over to Voe “Try this one,” Voe tries on the skirt she was given, and Velvette purses her lips “Hmm, no. That makes you look like you have rolls, and I don’t like the texture up against your skin. Take it off,” Voe does and watches Velvette work. She eventually notices her eye “What?”

“I think I might admire you,”

Velvette scoffs “You think you admire me?”

“Yeah, I’m not sure yet,” Voe chuckles as she steps back to admire the studio “This is honestly incredible, and it is not easy to get a compliment out of me,” She looks the doll in the eye “You are basically what I kept in my mind whenever I thought of the ideal version of myself,” Voe’s heels click on the marble floors “Though I am more of a performer myself,” Velvette just chuckles in response

There’s a beat of silence before Voe breaks it by saying “I am so glad that I’m not doing Vox’s dry cleaning anymore. Last time I ran into some old-timey dude who wasn’t watching where he was going,”

“Lots of old timey pricks down here that still haven’t gotten the hint that God won’t let them up if they’re a bit more racist,”

“Do the racists think they’re down here for a different reason?”

Velvette turns to her with a grin “Apparently Lucifer himself has a ‘waitlist’ for them and they’ll be waiting for eternity,”

Voe claps as she laughs “Nah, but this guy helped me up. It was still annoying though,”

“Was he at least good-looking?”

Voe thinks about it “Yeah, I guess so,”

“Hmm, don’t tell Vox or Val that. They’ll get jealous,” she grins devilishly “What did he look like?”

“The biggest thing I remember was that he had on. a bunch of red,”

“That’s like everybody down here,”

“Right, but his eyes were red too,”

Velvette scrolls on her phone “Mhmm,”

“And his hair was like the same color as my clothes, like a hot pink?”

“Mhmm, what he sound like?”

Voe put her finger on her chin “Like…..his voice was higher pitched, but it wasn’t normal. Like it sounded like he was talking into a synthesizer or something,”

“Synthesizer? Hmm….”

“Yeah, like there was a voice filter as he was talking, in person. Like what the fuck?”

“I don’t think old-timey and synthesizer go together. Do you remember anything specific about him?”

Voe pops, remembering “Yeah, his hair looked like ears!”

“Uhuh? You could be talking about any sinner here,”

“Like my ears,” she points to her ears on top of her head

“Welp, It’s no one I’ve fucked!”

Voe laughs “You know what’s funny?”

“Hmm?”

“I haven’t seen any other deer, but he looked like one,”

“Deer?” Velvette scrolls through her phone and shows Voe a picture “Is that him?”

Voe nods “Yeah!”

“You had an encounter with the Radio Demon?”

“That’s the Radio Guy?”

“The Radio Demon is the second most powerful Overlord, after the Vees,”

“Wouldn’t that make him the 4th?”

Velvette shakes her head “We are one, sometimes we share one shower, one bed, one sex partner. I told them we don’t have to do that off camera, but Vox says,” she mocks his voice “I have cameras everywhere,”

“Wait, so is this the guy Vox thinks is prettier than him?” She runs her tongue over her teeth

“Yeah,” she leans into Voe’s ear “Pretty cute isn’t he?”

Voe chuckles and nods “Rawr” she jokes

Both she and Velvette laugh when Vinny bursts into the room out of breath.

“What? WHAT?”

He takes his time catching his breath, both women getting more and more annoyed

“What do you want?” Voe asked him, her arms crossed

“Mr. Vox wants to see you two,” he breathes out

“That was it?” Vos snaps “Ugh,” she walks past him with Velvette behind her, leaving him there clutching his knees

“What do you want Vox?” Voe asks

“You heard us didn’t you?” Velvette put her hands on her hips

He stands “In fact, I did you traitor!”

Valentino shakes his head in disapproval “Mmmm,”

Vox turns to the doe “Voe, you’ve met with the Radio Demon?”

“I didn’t meet with him. I ran into him. Well, he ran into me!”

“And how did you feel toward him?”

“What do you mean?”

“Were you uh…seduced by his charm?”

She scoffs “Seduced? Of course not, I was pissed!”

Vox stands with his hands behind his back, he turns with his back facing them “How interesting,”

Velvette smirks “What’s that face for Vox? You have a thought?”

Vox turns back around, with a giant grin on his screen “More like an idea, my dear,”

“Oooh, I’d like to hear it,” Val said

“Voe, my dear, let me ask you something. How about instead of just being Hell’s biggest influencer how would you like to work alongside us as an Overlord?”

Voe’s jaw drops “An Overlord?”

He nods “Yeah,”

“What are you on about Vox?”

He ignores her “I need more of those ‘accidental run-ins’ to happen between you and….Alastor,”

“Is that his name?”

He nods again. “Yes,”

“Okay, how am I supposed to make that happen?”

“You, are going to spend some time at the ‘Hazbin Hotel’,”

“What the fuck is that?”

He puts the hotel on his screen “Hell’s new shitty Hotel, on the edge of Pentagram City. Alastor stays there, and you are going to as well for the next month, you get some info on the the prick and report to Velvette, I’ll give you whatever you want,”

“So like a spy?”

“Not like a spy, a spy,”

“A sexy spy,” Val grins

Voe leans over the table, thinking about the offer “What kind of info do you want?’

“Something to shatter the Radion Demon. Destroy him,”

“Which means you’d have to get to know him love,”

“She doesn’t have to get that close to him,”

Velvette whips her head around “How do you expect her to get the information? Do you think he’s just going to give it up?”

“He certainly didn’t give it up to you,” Val snickers and Vel joins him

“Shut up!” Vox snaps and turns back to Voe “So, do we have an understanding?”

“Sure, why not? I did things like this for fun on Earth,”

“Excellent,”

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