#Moze HSR

[zxcantdrawmen]

look who went on mozeqiu ao3

moze horny gripping that mop ic

i wld like to clarify that i have NOT read a fic like that but maid moze will forever will live in my head rent free

[maidflowery]

So I tried a different answer...

Moze: this u? You: Nah bro, whachu accusing me of Moze: no no no, this u *provides even more photographic evidence of apparent stalking*

IT'S THAT GUY, OFFICER!1!!11

[mlekom3]

[boothills-hat]

First time clearing out the limited MoC 100%

yeeehaaawwwawwwawwww son of a fudge

[macrosmic]

i don't know the proper ship name but i'm kinda obsesed with them

[rainnbzj]

idk if this has been done yet but i thought it kinda fit them lol

[b1adie]

HELLO????

[eternalblizzards]

bugs when you lift up a rock

[harmonysanreads]

Yandere!Moze likes bathing you. It's patronizing and insulting, if not downright humiliating — as the implication that he deems you incapable of a task so basic clings to his firm countenance. The assassin's pursed lips and unnecessary concentration on the act give less incentive to rationale and more fuel to your exasperation. Though you no longer hiss and fight the calloused hands that remain conflicted upon whether to tear apart, cherish or mold your shape to inscrutable fantasies, your soul remains tethered by self-respect.

Moze hates it. Abhors the sight of a single freckle of dust on your skin, the traces of the world's filth that threaten to taint and ruin the one sanctuary he deems limpid. The remnants of another's existence even around the air you breathe sends his carefully maintained ataraxia spiralling. The most composed man is often the most childish. For no amount of expensive soap and water he deems sufficient to erase you of the universe's grime and sin. No amount of barriers separating you from that sun-kissed, nauseating and abhorrent reality is enough to mitigate his paranoia, soothe his parched heart.

He isn't sure what could be the elixir to this dizzying insanity, the end to his agony. But until the day he discovers it, not even miniscule dirt will touch you.

[ufofrommarss]

They come as a set, do not separate

[sapphireicecream]

Moze 🪶🗡

[maidflowery]

Moze’s text messages istg lmao

Moze is the type to pop up behind you in a room of your house or on the street, light sniff and go “I like your perfume. Smells nice.” Before vanishing—

Like bro?? 😭

Definitely the street.

But perfume? NAAAAAH, you gave him too much credit.

Make it your shampoo instead. He's even going to catch a lock of your hair and give it a light sniff.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Obligatory thank-you fanart for sending me an Ask! ♥

"Smells nice. Love your shampoo."

Come again~

[yurinaa-world]

"𝒮𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎"

💫𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Boothill, Veritas Ratio, Moze, & Aventurine x Gender-neutral reader

💫𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: the sight of you sleep will always leave him in awe

💫𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Fluff, & Spelling mistakes

💫𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈:....moze starting to become my favourite (can you tell?)🤭

💫𝐵𝑜𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁 "𝑀𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒶𝓁𝒶𝓍𝓎 𝑅𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝓈"

Boothill isn’t around most of the time, out doing jobs, or saying something about “pretty face worryin’ about me.” (Avoiding the question completely). Yet he always shows up at the most random times and scares you to death, which he just laughs so hard at.

Right now, it beats any moment he’s scared of you or messing with you, looking beautiful while you lay there on the couch as you sleep, your chest heaving softly up and down with every breath you take.

He just can’t help but go on one knee, staring at your face with such attention to detail, he’ll take the chance and take in every detail of your face until he remembers every little part of it. 

His hand just goes to lay on your neck, making you slightly move and shifting around and groaning at the feeling of his cold hand before pushing it away. “Hey, darlin’ you were waitin’ for me, right? This couch ain’t gonna fit us both,” He whispers, poking your cheek lovingly.

“Come on, you sleepy head,” He pokes your cheek a little more, shaking you awake from your peaceful dream, groaning with confusion with your eyes at the familiar voice, Boothill’s here but you're too tired to care.

“Come on, I can’t go to bed with ya, gonna be real’ lonely in bed without you.”

“Take me there, I’m too tired.” You murmured sluggishly, not wanting to get up because you were too tired for this. “Hold on tight,” Putting one arm under your knees and the other on your back. 

“I gotcha.”

💫𝒱𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓈 𝑅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜 "𝑀𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐼𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈𝒾𝒶 𝒢𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒹"

In this very moment you put him in awe, your tired figure sat yet asleep on the couch, head slightly and unconsciously lying to the side. 

He can’t help but stop everything, to sit beside you and lay against his shoulder to at least an ounce of comfort.

He was correct about his idea, you finally seem to be in a bit of comfort from that awful neck-straining position you were in. He can’t help but leave his gaze from his book to look at your gentle face, which looks very relaxed and slightly pretty.

He finds the cute sounds of light snoring coming from your nose, and hair falling in front of your face—he immediately pushes the strand gently behind your ear, and his eyes can’t help but stop your lips— which are slightly agape.

His thumb gently touches your bottom lip—before you stir awake, eyes flickering open as you move your head away from the side to stretch it out a bit. 

“Since when did you show up?” You yawn, not minding his shoulder you were laying your head against, while he seems buried in his book not exactly caring. Weird since his ears seemed a bit redder than usual? 

“Just now, haven’t I told you to fix your sleep schedule so you wouldn’t be dozing off in the middle of the day, especially with the posture you had, while sleeping.”

💫𝑀𝑜𝓏𝑒 “𝒮𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌 𝒢𝓊𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒳𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓏𝒽𝑜𝓊 𝒴𝒶𝑜𝓆𝒾𝓃𝑔”

His nightly visits are always daily, yet most of the time he’d find you, face first into your desk, and asleep as if it wasn’t wood at all but the softest pillow along with paper spread messily around.

He can’t help but facepalm at this familiar sight of you, you always end up complaining about your neck pain after sleeping like this—the days he’s too busy to visit you and take you to bed—he gently taps you half awake, sluggishly mutter complaints under your breath as he carries you his arms, an arm under your knees and other under your back as support.

“M’ tired.” You groan, closing your eyes and not caring who was carrying you. You should be more self-aware, it could be someone else who came the same as him. You might’ve mistaken someone else for him. 

He can’t help but worry about you.

Right now, your face looks like a portrait made from the most skilled hands of the greatest artisan in the entire Xianzhou. 

He just stops in his tracks completely to admire your face, his gaze can’t help but soft on your peaceful expression. You always leave him in awe without even trying.

Just like a sleeping beauty, he wishes to kiss your worries away, finally relaxing instead of working till exhaustion.

💫𝒜𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑒 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑒𝓃𝒾𝑜𝓇 𝑀𝒶𝓃𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝐼𝒫𝒞 𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝑔𝒾𝒸 𝐼𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒟𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉"

“You like making me worried, don't you?” 

Finding you laying on the couch was a shock for him—and without any kind of pillow under your head either—just a very exhausted state while laying on these expensive couches that were in reality just painful and uncomfortable to sit or lay on for long amounts of time.

Twisting and turning throughout your slumber to find any ounce of comfortability you can get from the small cushion. 

If he just finds you in a state like that, he’s going to worry, why he just became your pillow instead, maybe that’ll make you feel better and relaxed, pushing your head to lay on his thigh, making sure not to make much movement or noise so you don’t wake up.

He can’t but when you stir away, face with slight discomfort to it, head a little to get more comfort from his thigh, for his hand lands on your hair and gently caresses. Even after you relax, he just can’t stop, He doesn’t want to stop.

You just look cute like this, he can’t help but get the urge to take pictures of you—he’ll for sure have an album for them, even a physical version just so he can tease by sending them to you—it's too good of an opportunity to give up on.

if you liked this, consider tipping me on ko-fi! it'd mean a lot!

[bottlecapppp]

Oh my God...

I wanna get him pregnant...

[moonsaver]

Warning; yandere, entirely ooc because idk anything ab moze other than the fact he might be an assassin.. whatever.

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Moze likes watching you.

It's more curiosity than infatuation, at least at first.

Why do you like that perfume? Why do you like those colors? Why do you like certain foods and patterns? It's new to him, the way he seems to cling to your information.

He's not unfamiliar per se, but the implication is clear – he hasn't felt this sense of curiosity about anyone before. A few meager, short lines are enough before he sweeps up another mission. But he doubts he'll be satiated with even the pages worth of information he knows about you.

He ghosts you, sometimes. It's slightly.. endearing, the way you almost jump out of your skin from a small tickle or a whisper. The way your sleeping body unconsciously shivers when his rough hand trails up your bare back, goosebumps rising at the graze of his calluses on your skin, the way you stiffen when you feel someone breathe down your neck only to turn around and see no one there. The way your fingers twitch when his hand ghosts them. The slight flicker in your eyes when you think someone's whispered your name in a crowd. He sees it all.

He just needs a sure-fire way to get rid of.. obstacles. Rudimentary personalities that fill the gap between you and him. And considering his skills, it'll be no time until you're left vulnerable and grasping for any company. Perhaps he'll make sure to visit the marketplace where you'll inevitably be, succumbing to routine despite your mournful state.

He visits you, of course he does. But the risk of being discovered by you instills many feelings in him, contrasting to the indifference when his target spots him. He doesn't like the risk of being discovered – not when his diligent hands scan through your room, nor when he stalks you constantly anywhere, or when he maps out the measurements of your body. But another part of him, finds a sort of perverse pleasure in trying to imagine how you might react.. although distasteful, the idea of that burden of having to hide away his.. hobby, finally lifting from his shoulders is something he'd perhaps like. And perhaps he'd like to put his knowledge about you to good use.

Unconsciously, he even holds himself in pride when it comes to how much he knows about you. You avoid wearing that sweater because it's too stuffy, or maybe he notices the stitches of your garments come loose from how often you fidget. Maybe he sees the way you always order the same food when you have a crappy day. Maybe he notices who's been responsible for all your crappy days.

Maybe, just maybe, he notices the quirk in your step when they stop.

And he understands – slowly but surely, he's becoming a part of you in more ways than one.

[121231212i]

Honkai: Star rail | Moze