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misseviehyde · 2 days

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CONFISCATED - PART 3

*POP*

Blowing a big wet bubble from her slutty pink lips, Loren giggled and watched the timer on her phone counting down. She still had nearly a whole day yet. It was still only moments since she had transformed.

It really was lucky that Brat App had a refund option, lucky that she could return to her male form anytime she wanted. After all - that was what she wanted... right?

This was just wish fulfillment. A chance to see how it felt to live as a slutty, mean, teenage bitch. Loren wasn't planning to stay this way for much longer. She'd have to go back to being Lawrence, being a responsible adult eventually. Wouldn't she?

Glancing out of the window, Loren's lips twitched into a smile as she watched Bethany riding big dick, her massive tits bouncing with every thrust.

Then again, it looked like Loren's new Mommy was enjoying her transformation. Maybe when Loren changed back into Lawrence she could somehow arrange for Bethany to stay the way she was now.

But right now, she had things to do and she still had plenty of time to enjoy herself.

Like finally having some fun with Bella. After all, it was the other girls fault that this had all happened in the first place and Loren was curious to have a little heart to heart with her 'sister'.

Admiring her sexy nails, Loren tossed back her silky blonde hair and standing up admired her perfect body. She was slender and toned, curvy in all the right places. Her clothing was tight and flirty, her makeup bold and bubblegum pink. She smelt of vanilla and when she moved she jangled with jewellery. She was every inch a pink, popular princess.

You are such a toxic fucking bitch and you love it.

Loren couldn't disagree with the gloating voice in her head. After all, it was right and it made her wet and horny to think about how evil she now was.

That's right bitch. You can do whatever you want because when you activate the refund everything will go back to normal and no one will remember what you did.

Loren's eyes widened as she considered this. That's right. She could be totally evil and give into every depraved whim she wanted, no one would ever know.

Yessssss, you wanna be bad Loren. You wanna be soooo fucking evil that you can't stop cumming your little bitchy panties. You know what would be really hot? To bully and destroy Bella. She's such a little brat, but you can cut her down to size. Won't it feel good to make the little loser suffer?

Loren groaned. She blew a big wet bubble, her manicured hands rubbing her crotch where a wet patch had appeared.

It was so wrong but the thought of bullying and destroying Bella was making Loren horny. After all in this new reality Bella wasn't Loren's daughter - she was her pathetic sister. She could do what she wanted to her.

And best of all you'll earn more brat points to use in the app. Being mean and toxic earns sooooo many points. You can make more changes to your status, your personality. You can become more evil and bratty. Wouldn't that feel good?

Loren groaned, her panties soaked now as the voice in her head sank poision deeper into her thoughts. Yessss, she needed to replenish her brat points. There was still so much she could do with the power. So much she could BECOME.

"I'm going to destroy that fucking loser," she gasped her eyes fluttering in orgasmic pleasure. "I need it... I need to be bad."

Good girl. You're so close now. So fucking close.

Loren began to cum...

***

Bella screamed.

Squeezing her eyes tight shut, she opened them again but the hideous image that she had just seen returned. The image of a loser. The image of who she used to be.

"No, this can't be happening," she panted.

A few months ago Bella had downloaded a magical app to her phone. Brat App. She had always wanted to be more popular, more beautiful and the app had given her what she wanted. She had begun using the app, spending the initial free points to make herself a little more bitchy and attractive.

With the upgrades to her personality, she'd been able to earn more brat points. Slowly, month by month she'd made gradual improvements to her appearance, status and personality. She had become more and more the hot, spoiled, brat she longed to be.

Eventually Bella had become tired of the gradual changes. She'd decided to save up all the points she would need and then transform in one fell swoop. She had been so close. So close to becoming a hot mega-bitch, and then her Dad had confiscated her phone.

And now... now all of her points had been removed. It was as if she had never had the app in the first place. She didn't understand.

*CRASH*

The door to Bella's bedroom crashed open and Bella's mouth fell open as a blonde Goddess walked in with a smirk on her face.

At first she had no idea who this bitch was, but as she laid eyes on the girl, she suddenly knew who she was. Loren... her sister.

"Wh... what the hell?" gasped Bella as a slew of memories she knew were not real flooded her mind. Loren... Loren was her sister. Her popular, beautiful, more talented and attractive sister. The sister she admired and was jealous of. The sister who bullied her and made her feel inferior.

"N..nooooo," she groaned grabbing her head.

"Like, ohhhh yeah," purred Loren as she watched Bella fighting the memories. "Don't worry loser, I used the app to safeguard your original memories as well as give you new ones. Until I decide otherwise you'll remember the way things used to be as well as the way they are now."

"W..who are you?" gasped Bella her head throbbing painfully. "N... nooo, Dad?"

Loren laughed with glee. "That's right you dumb little bitch. I spent ALL your brat points giving myself this tight little body and all the popularity you ever craved. Mmmmh and I'm sooooo not done yet. I want more and I want to make you fucking suffer too."

Bella gawped at the triumphant blonde bitch in front of her.

"B...but why? I'm your daughter."

"Hahah not anymore you pathetic reject. I'm your hot bitchy sister now and I fucking despise you. I don't know why, but it's just soooo fucking hot to bully you. The more I do it, the more addictive it feels. And best of all it earns shit loads of brat points. I need to recharge the app and get more points so I can change more stuff."

She pulled out her phone and waved it casually around as she smirked triumphantly. It was the only opening Bella needed.

Bella suddenly rushed at Loren and grabbed the phone off the surprised looking girl. She could end this now with a few pushes of a...

The screen was locked and Loren was laughing.

"Haha, I knew you'd try that. The phone is locked to MY biometrics you dumb bitch AND I added a PIN number to Brat App. You can't access the app without my permission and of course I'm not going to give it."

Loren grabbed her phone back with an almost inhumanely fast reaction and pushed Bella hard. She staggered back and crashed into a table, falling to the floor. Loren towered over her.

"Oh and by the way, if you DO ever try that again, I'll fucking really hurt you. I'm stronger, faster and more powerful than you now."

As if to prove it, she knelt down and pinned Bella's arms behind her back. Bella struggled but it was like being held in metal cuffs. She couldn't even move. Loren giggled as she blew a big wet bubble and then taking her gum pushed it deep into Bella's hair so it tangled and caught in her brown locks.

"This is just the beginning loser. I'm going to take everything from you. No one will even remember the original reality, except you and me. I want you to suffer and making you live in a world that I have created and you can't escape from is gonna be so hot. In fact, lets get started."

Standing up, Loren looked down at the sobbing Bella, her hair sticky with bubblegum and her eyes streaming with tears. "Fuck it makes my pussy so fucking wet to see you cry. I LOVE it," she grinned, her nipples as hard as bullets.

Opening Brat App, she smiled as she saw her points total had risen considerably. But she still needed more and she knew how to get it.

"One way to get points is to reduce another persons attributes into the negative. So if I like open you in the app and for instance reduce your breast size to zero, I'll get some points to spend."

Bella screamed as her chest suddenly ached. Her B cup tits weren't that big anyway. but now they were shrinking! She groaned as she became as flat as a washboard and completely boyish looking.

"And if we drain your ass and hips too, you'll look SOOO much better," gloated Loren as she watched with glee as her sister groaned and lost her womanly curves.

"Hmmm and what's this? A popularity slider? How about we slide you over into the negative. Make you into a complete dork that everyone hates."

"Noooo please don't," screamed Bella but it was too late.

Her body burned and she felt her eyesight blur. Thick bottle top glasses popped over the bridge of her nose as spots broke out all over her once clear skin. Her eyebrows joined in a mono-brow as her hair became greasy and her teeth became wonky and jutting out like a hamster. Her hair became an embarrasing bowl cut with a dorky fringe. She looked like a total loser now.

"Oh my fucking God," laughed Loren, her breathing heavy. She was obviously aroused and towering over her sister she seemed almost orgasmic in her pleasure.

"Fuck yessss, you're pathetic. Look at you, such a fucking dork. Hahahah this is so hawt, I love it. I'm fucking hot and popular and you're a nobody. A FUCKING NOBODY! HAHAHAHA!"

"Mmmmh, I haven't even got started properly yet 'Sis'. This is just the beginning. Get some rest. Tomorrow is a school day and I'm going to have SO much fun in my new body and seeing just how pathetic your life is now."

Bella began to cry even harder and Loren groaned as she got even wetter...

"Fuckkk I could almost cum right now seeing you crawl around on the floor, a pathetic broken dork. Be thankful I haven't made any more changes yet. I could do SO much to ruin your body, but one thing at a time."

"Pleeeease haven't you done enough?" groaned Bella. "Please Loren, have mercy."

Loren giggled.

Bella sobbed. Worse? How could things get worse than this?

Laughing Loren swayed out of the room leaving Bella a broken mess on the floor.

"I can't wait to make things even worse for you LOSER."

Bella didn't know it, but Loren had plenty of ideas how... and she couldn't wait to try them.

#evie hyde #bitchification #f2f transformation #m2f transformation #corruption #bully #evil bitch #confiscated #bratt app #mean #bullying

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ultrabean · 2 days

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Everything I had planned

Full origin story of Redeemer's Path + unreleased art for the AU. A lot of it was lost, but here's what I had planned.

The original driving force behind the idea of this AU was "what if the player wasn't a nebulous eldritch force, but rather also just like another character or a person?"

They have a name, too. It's Michael.

This is in reference to the idea that the player is the angel mentioned in the story. And since I planned for Michael to be a kind of shonen hero-type protagonist, I named them after the actual archangel, St. Michael. An angel who is known for fighting for the kingdom of heaven, who is also sometimes depicted wearing blue clothes or armor.

Among the abilities I planned for them were to create gun constructs using the yellow soul ability. You know it, right? From the Mettaton fight and SNEO fight. Except, they would have been able to make any type of gun using the yellow soul ability. From a revolver, to a minigun. Infinite ammo and zero recoil as well.

Another ability I planned for them was called "Heartstrings". Basically, they could extend their 'puppet' strings originally used to control Kris and Frisk in order to manipulate objects and for mobility, kind of like Spider-man.

Finally, I also wanted to give them a Devil May Cry styled judgement cut as one of their attacks. I never got to illustrate these last two abilities.

And finally, there's this thing.

This form was not meant to debut in Redeemer's path, rather it was meant to be attained loooong after that.

In a nutshell, the ending I had planned was that after the Michael was done with deltarune, he'd go back and ask forgiveness from Chara, to which they accepted. From then on, Redeemer's path would become more undertale focused, specifically on AU multiverse stuff. Michael was to become a multiverse traveller.

I should also probably mention that at this point, Michael could assume his darkworld form in the lightworld. I haven't properly written a reason for this yet, but something something his soul got pierced by the dark crystal, and now he can turn into his darkworld form by opening a small dark fountain in his soul. Transformation resembles sailor moon magical girl stuff.

As a result of this, he brought a risk of encountering powerful foes or them following him back to his universe. So, if I wanted him to face more cosmic level threats, I decided to give him some kind of super saiyan angel form, attained through enough training and being able to break his TP limit (this form requires 200% TP).

To further the super saiyan DBZ references, I also planned to give him a gigantic form, mirroring that of Asriel's god of hyperdeath form from the end of UT. Kind of like DBZ's oozaru form.

#undertale #deltarune #utdr #utdr au #redeemer's path

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foralternateuniverses · 12 hours

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Magic

Magic... girls? boys?

I got both

Some more lore for the Vinsmoke Magical Girls au

The artificial stuff magical boys take slowly destroys them from the inside so they can't actually do much work as magical boys or they'll die.

Since they're artificial, their transformations have a time limit, at first the destructive effects won't be very noticeable to anyone else but the magical boy who usually throws up some blood after returning back to normal, but if they insist on continuing that line of work and transforming, all the previous damage will end up affecting them while transformed and even their day to day life as normal people

Till they die from the poison

So Poison Pink pretty much drinks poison to transform

Blinding White (Zeff) still ends up being known as Red Leg because of how he beats his enemies to a bloody pulp (staining his white pants red).

EXTRA:

Hearts -> clown, circus and those types of fashion/aesthetics, etc

Spades -> vintage, historical, etc

Clovers -> gothic, Lolita, punk, etc

Diamonds -> modern, urban, etc

#one piece #vinsmoke siblings #vinsmoke sanji #vinsmoke yonji #vinsmoke family #vinsmoke niji #vinsmoke brothers #vinsmoke reiju #red leg zeff #visnmoke sora #magical girls au #vinsmoke magical girls au #one pice #zosan #yonji x sabo #yonbo #ask reply #ask #blueswobblewolf

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couldinfinitytrainhavesavedthem · 1 day

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7~? years ago she lost her parents in a car crash. She was in it too. She would have died had she not been offered a wish. Her wish was to live, and so she unknowingly sold her soul and damned herself to an inevitable transformation into a creature of despair. She lives alone, and no other relative or guardian has ever been mentioned. She had a severe falling out with her only friend (aside from the thing that tricked her) and fellow Magical Girl a while before the series, leading to her friend leaving (I’m not sure quite when it happened, but I think it was after said friends father killed her mother and sister in a murder-suicide and blamed his actions on her wish.) and Mami being nearly entirely isolated until the series starts. Finding out the truth about her soul and the despair monsters they turn into tends to drive her to suicide, her own transformation or to try killing all her friends. If she feels too many vaguely negative emotions she turns into a Witch too, so unless there are Witches on the train or it cleans her Soul Gem passively…

#Tomoe Mami #Mami Tomoe #Puella Magi Madoka Magica #Madoka Magica #PMMM #could infinity train have saved them #could infinity train have saved them poll

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antoinettevanessa-blog · 6 hours

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Fortified Wager ♧♧♧ 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 2

♦︎♦︎ Aventurine x Reader ♦︎♦︎ 𝕀𝕝𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕

🄱🄰🄲🄺 🅃🄾 【ＣＨＡＰＴＥＲ　Ｉ】

╔══ ≪ ♦♦♦ ≫ ══╗

The next time you woke up, you found yourself tucked comfortably in the bottom bunk bed of a familiar-looking room. There were no flashing, colorful lights anywhere, only the gentle, peaceful morning sunlight.

...And a brutal, head-splitting headache.

As if your bed had transformed into a speeding bus that braked just as you were about to get up, you fell down once again. You clutched your throbbing forehead, it took all your strength just to look up.

Your dull ceiling had somehow turned into a mesmerizing dance of shifting shapes, creating ever-changing patterns as the ‘gentle’ morning light threatened to singe your eyes.

You had done it.

Amidst the series of transforming shapes, you caught sight of a certain silhouette. You needed a few solid seconds to finally recognize her as the girl who had shared a room with you for more than a year.

The same girl also accompanied you to the nightclub last night.

Despite how blurry your vision was, you could somehow tell that she wasn’t smiling.

Your vision cleared up a bit more, allowing you to register the fact that your roommate was towering over you with her arms folded, looking pissed as hell.

You had done it, alright.

“...Morning?”

You said, mustering an awkward smile.

“—You idiot!”

All of the sudden, she pulled you into a hug. Her voice was shaking, and so were the arms that enveloped you.

Did something happen last night?

“W-what happened?”

“You still dare to ask!?”

You suddenly got yelled at by your roommate.

No matter how hard you tried, your mind only returned blank. You remembered downing your alcoholic drink as fast as you could so you could leave the place but—or, unless...

You began to connect the dots.

“...Did something happen when I was drunk?”

“No! Thank God no! Which is a relief... Something could’ve happened to you!”

Your roommate became hysterical for some reason. Yet, no amount of questioning would warrant you a real answer from her. That was no way to react to someone who had just gotten drunk at the end of the weekend.

Nevertheless, when you saw her shoulders shaking as she quietly sobbed, you couldn’t find it in you to dismiss her as being overreacting.

Something indeed happened, and your roommate was reduced to a teary mess as a result.

Let’s leave it at that.

If it was THAT serious, the news would probably reach you sooner or later.

For the time being...

You reached for your roommate’s back, hugging her back.

“Sorry for making you worry. I, uh... won’t get drunk again?”

“You better be—!”

Afterwards, your roommate cooked you a tasty hangover soup, which worked like magic. You ate it as she gave you a whole sermon about how you should curb your drinking.

“Never drink alcohol again! Not even a single drop! Let this be a life lesson and don’t forget it for the rest of your life!”

Why was your roommate treating you like some kind of a raging alcoholic? Last time you checked, last night was your first time drinking.

You had almost suspected that she was on some kind of anti-alcohol campaign or religious pursuit.

“Seriously, what happened...?”

She still wouldn’t reply. Your roommate seemed panicked... no, terrified, as if she wanted to get rid of the incident from her mind as soon as possible, and it pained you to see her like that.

In the end, you decided against asking her, and just like that, days and then weeks passed.

You attended your lectures, did your assignments, studied for tests, hung out with your friends, played some online games, worked part-times—pretty much the usual stuff.

Life had almost fully returned to normal.

At a later date, you tried asking your roommate again about the incident at the nightclub, and she finally fessed up.

“Because of you, I almost died from second-hand embarrassment. I still dream about it to this day!”

Ouch.

Okay, that did hurt.

Gee, thanks, Nancy.

Oh well, you vowed to never go back to that nightclub, so it wouldn’t happen again.

🂡 🂠 🂣 🂠

A week later, you were back again.

Just like before, as you entered, the pulsating beat of the music enveloped you, blending seamlessly with the dim, sophisticated lighting that cast an alluring glow across the space. The interior was adorned with sleek, modern furnishings, plush seating areas, and elegant decor that added to the upscale ambiance.

However, unlike before, the dance floor, illuminated by dazzling light displays that synchronized with the rhythm of the music, was mostly neglected. Even the volume of the music was lower.

Instead, most of the patrons that Friday night flocked around the bar section.

Yes, your exact location the night of the supposed incident, for the exact same reason.

Two gentlemen sat across each other in a game of poker.

The sleek chair was gone, replaced by a premium glossy red sofa. They were now using a poker table surrounded by red rope barriers, preventing anyone from coming close.

That little corner had completely transformed into an exclusive gambling spot for a certain gambler who gained massive popularity overnight.

Indeed, in just a week, Aventurine was no longer the talk of the whole nightclub, but the whole town.

Not even in your wildest dreams would you have expected the news about a certain good-looking gambler to knock on your door one day. Or to be precise, the door of the place where you worked part-time.

After all, you worked at a fairly remote restaurant, and the old couple weren’t that updated on the latest news. And yet, the news about him still reached you.

About how a certain unbeatable gambler had been on a consecutive win streak for 7 days in a row.

At first, everyone thought, ‘He has to be cheating, right?’ And the high-end nightclub, Primavera, was no exception. However, to this day, no evidence to substantiate such a claim had been found.

Through sheer luck(?), Aventurine raked massive fortune and multiplied it by the hour as more and more challengers came forward, attempting to bring an end to his win streak. So far, none of them have had any luck.

The last time you saw something multiply this fast, it was in the Bible with five loaves of bread and two fish.

That Aventurine guy had too much power.

As such, it was no wonder even the hosting nightclub, Primavera, got worried. There was no saying he wasn’t going to win the whole place, gamble, and multiply it into three more nightclubs.

So, new ground rules were established.

The dealer who was bribed by that loser Duane was fired on the spot, as was the next one, the one after that, and so many more. Knowledge of various casino games, cash handling experiences, and communication skills were no longer enough. They also had to be unbending in the face of irresistible temptation (bribery), unyielding in the face of absolute power (bigshots who threatened to fire their ass and raze the entire place to the ground), powerful (in case things got physical)—and above all, the courage to do the right thing (prevent that lucky bastard from bagging the entire nightclub’s earning). That, along with passing other tests, including but not limited to psychology and IQ tests.

Nowadays, to be a dealer at Primavera, you needed more qualifications than your country’s doctor.

They also imposed a limit on the amount of money you could deposit in a day. Yes, on your deposit, when other casinos were scrambling to do the opposite. If they couldn’t stop Aventurine from winning, they could at least reduce his winning.

Sounds like a lot of efforts just to rain on a single guy’s parade. Why didn’t they just outright ban him, you ask? After your last visit, you searched his company name, ‘IPC’, in Gagle, and found out they launched a nuclear attack that decimated an entire planet a few years back. So yeah.

...During your browsing session, you also learned of the true meaning behind the word Avgin.

That was how you knew that despite fearing the IPC, the nightclub may not necessarily feel the same towards Aventurine, hence the not-so-subtle retaliations.

“...Answer truthfully, where did you hide it?”

A gruff and throaty voice of a chain-smoker broke your reverie.

“What could you possibly mean?”

In response, a gleeful and innocent voice asked.

“Don’t play dumb, you know what I’m referring to!”

“I don’t. Have we or have we not drunk the wine laced with truth serum so we couldn’t cheat each other?”

The exchange, reminiscent of a detective questioning his latest suspect, did not in fact take place in an interrogation room, but at the poker table in front of you.

Aventurine’s opponent, a delinquent-looking, muscular guy wearing a black leather jacket, slammed his fist against the table.

Also, yeah, both gamblers were required to drink truth serum before each game as part of the new rules. As expected of a mixologist at a premium nightclub, the flavor of wine and the serum blended seamlessly with each other; it was impossible to tell the difference.

“Then what are those cards—!? You were on the verge of losing—!! Where did that Full House come from—!?”

“That, my friend, is the unpredictability of luck.”

“Shut up! You hid those cards somewhere!”

“Didn’t they go through our inventory with x-ray scanner earlier?”

Ah yes, the scanning routine, also part of the rules.

“Gggrrrgh—!”

The delinquent guy hung his head, gritting his teeth, but no amount of denials could change the reality in front of him.

Meanwhile, Aventurine was lazily checking his watch, lightly tapping his foot on the floor, waiting for the reality to sink in. Occasionally, throughout the game, he would glance over those around him. Whenever he was about to look in your direction, you would rush to hide and blend in amongst the crowds.

Anything, anything but being recognized as that drunkard who screamed at the top of her lungs that day.

In terms of trying to escape from reality, you and Aventurine’s opponent were on the same boat.

...At last, the guy who was his opponent came to terms with it.

“...I lose.”

As he admitted defeat, his shoulders sank. The guy, who looked like a member of a biker gang, seemed to have shrunk. The pile of chips on his side of the table was immediately transferred over to Aventurine’s side.

That night marked Aventurine’s eighth consecutive day of winning.

The nightclub and the guy who got defeated definitely weren’t too happy about it, but the same couldn’t be said about you and the crowds that flocked around his table.

Some were cheering loudly, some were clapping excitedly—genuinely, this time, and you found yourself smiling.

With his top hat in his hand, Aventurine elegantly uncrossed his legs and stood up, eloquently flapping his yellow scarf to the side. Stream of golden lights poured on him, highlighting his handsome features and lean contour—

—and above all, his smile.

His charmingly wicked grin.

The pile of chips on their tables suggested that his winnings were no small amount, so his opponent must’ve suffered a devastating loss. In fact, that guy was still clutching his head at the table as of the present.

Anyone with a heart would feel a tinge of sympathy for that guy, but on the blond gambler’s face, there was absolute joy. There was neither the guilt of bleeding someone dry nor the relief of not being the one bled dry, only pure happiness from having risked it all for one thing and won.

Right on cue, the flashing lights turned red, as if the entire world was burning.

You swear that for a moment, your eyes met.

At that moment, his lips stretched wide in a maniacal grin, while his eyes gleamed with a disturbing and feverish light.

You saw his lips move, forming a sentence.

‘F, O, U, N, D, Y, O, U.’

—Then, the lights turned blue, but your heart was still hammering in your chest.

...What was that about?

When you stared at him again, Aventurine was smiling at the crowd, so you were probably mistaken. Apparently, he had an announcement to make.

“—Thank you for the enormous support, everyone. I truly appreciate it. In fact, as you may know, I’ve been on a winning streak these days, so I thought of giving back to my community.”

He spoke clearly, his tone so friendly as if he met every single person in the room on a daily basis.

He probably does, considering he has been gambling here for a full week.

Everyone waited with bated breath.

“Order anything you want, the tab’s on me. And of course, don’t worry about refills and whatnot. Tonight, everyone shall dine like kings!”

The entire room burst into applause and cheers, with the staff of the nightclub being the loudest among them.

🄾🄽🅆🄰🅁🄳 🅃🄾 【Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ３】

𝕋𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕗 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥

#aventurine fanart #honkai star rail #aventurine x reader #hsr aventurine #aventurine #aventurine x you #aventurine x y/n #aventurine honkai star rail #fanfic #fanart #hsr fanart #hsr x reader #star rail aventurine #aventurine hsr #fortifiedwagerfic

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