Moxxnie
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If Alastor had to boast about just one aspect of his existence, he would, without hesitation, choose his ability to maintain control in every situation. Silencing his death and life impulses, especially those of death, making words dance on his tongue to better serve them to naive souls who drank his words like the eternal last drink of an alcoholic in denial—this was an exercise in which he excelled and to which he was equally addicted.
He always knew where he was, why he was there, and how he got there. There were no exceptions.
“I can't believe you're letting me do this.”
None, except one.
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The (short) story of Alastor's ironic craving for the intimacy he abandoned to his doubts and fears, and of Vox's feelings, burried so deep under layers of shame he can only express them through sex.
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How electricity and biting spiced up a sour situationship.
| Written for the BottomAlastorWeek 2024 (day one and two combined).
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Tear open the Abyss (and climb back to the world) by Moxxnie
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
24 Sep 2023
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A black couch, a few rolled-up blankets at the ends, a somewhat withered plant placed in the middle of a small table—if he squinted, Scaramouche could tell that the pot had been painted and decorated with some stickers—unpackaged boxes, and two waves without foam crashing against his silhouette with all their might, dragging him against sharp and vivid coral reefs.
At least, that was the only image that came to mind when his bored gaze met the unsettling two irises of his supposed roommate. A roommate who was all too familiar— way too familiar—for it to be anything but a bad dream.
Fuck. Fuck.
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The story of how Kunikuzushi found solace in everything he thought himself unworthy of.
| Written for the Chiscara FicFest 2023, for @/blisswielder on Discord ! I hope this finds you well <3
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Frozen Nails (marry your venust thoughts) by Moxxnie
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
21 Apr 2023
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Her silhouette blended with the throne, and yet She was the first thing one saw upon entering. At least, She was the first thing Tartaglia saw, before Her armor, chiseled from the bones of ancient gods, before the snowy garden adorning Her backrest, before the arabesques and frescoes carved into the ice that covered floors and ceilings – even before he opened his eyes, locked on the only place where he felt worthy of facing Her – he saw only Her, etched into his soul, carved into his memories and adorations. He could hear Her smile tinkle like the purest crystal.
"Don't do anything reckless in your excitement."
"Have I ever disappointed you, Madame Zaychik?"
"Never, Zandik. Never."