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ellipsiseffervescent · 4 months

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Summary: Niran and Moira connect during a chance encounter in Osaka.

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Tags/Warning/Notes: WIP so tags correspond to this chapter only, moira is nonbinary and uses they/them pronouns, moira is autistic, getting over angela, smoking, developing relationship, idk if i'd call this hurt/comfort or fluff but its somth

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Cigarette smoke tendrilled into the neon lights above Moira, twisting in the multicolor night of Osaka. They flicked ashes onto the city, memories of another life falling gently onto persons below. There was once a time when they weren’t alone on this balcony, a time when things didn’t hurt so much. The ever-present pain radiating up Moira’s arm burned extra strong at the memory of a girlfriend past, as if they needed the reminder.

“Don’t be so rude!” Angela had scolded Moira the first time she saw them flick cigarettes onto city goers.

From then on Moira would threaten the action for Angela’s attention, dangling their cigarette over the railing, but allowing the blonde to pull their hand back to the ashtray. Angela would keep her fingers around the geneticists’ as she guided it to her lips for a drag. Smoking was once the pair’s vice, and this was once their city.

“Nothing is guaranteed,” the words slipped wistfully from Moira. And neither were you.

The November wind pulled at Moira’s cashmere robe, ruffling the knot loose and tugging the right sleeve down their shoulder. A strip of their flesh was exposed to the elements, purple and throbbing. The cold felt sweet on Moira’s arm and neck, and they let the midnight cloth sink off their shoulder entirely. Aah, that was better.

The angry red of the cigarette was burning dimmer; they were at the filter now. They smashed it into the balcony railing and aimed below. Tops of heads blurred together as Moira searched for the perfect target.

At last, Moira spotted the beautiful platinum hair of a victim. Pink and blue lights played on blonde locks as Moira made their aim. They ignored the sharp twinge in their damaged arm as they sent the cigarette butt flying. Of course, Moira’s aim was nothing short of perfect: the cigarette bounced off its target and onto the street.

Moira smiled at the swiveling person searching for the projectile. City goers grumbled as they walked around; the person had knelt to the ground for trash. Moira found the behavior pathetic and chuckled.

Their laughter must have carried. Platinum hair snapped up and Moira was caught down the barrel of high cheek bones and a strong jawline. The man in question was so damn pretty it annoyed the geneticist. Moira taunted him, slowly waving their dark stiletto nails. For what could the average, ignorant nothings do to someone as powerful as Moira O’ Deorain?

And indeed, he did nothing. Moira’s boredom grew as the man pocketed the trash and rounded the corner of their building. He didn’t even shake a fist at them. Moira sneered: there was nothing they could stand less than a spineless individual. Moira’s ex would never have let them get away with that. No, Angela would track down their room number, pound on the door, and really let them have it. They lost themselves to the scenario: her Swiss accent would thicken, and her face would turn cherry red. The pair of them would exchange verbal blows into the wee hours of the morning. The arguments would never resolve per say, but the two would tire enough to take a reprieve on the balcony for a smoke, and that was where passions transformed into something more… tangible.

Moira’s hand snaked up their neck, guided by the ghost of intimate encounters. They tipped their head back and closed their eyes, surrendering to the memory of Angela’s essence.

“Sà-wàt-dii! You loo-.”

The melodic voice startled Moira out of their stupor and into attack mode. Their right hand clenched, siphoning vitality from the ether. They swung their weapon to the right and the intruding speaker dodged. Moira’s biotic grasp missed him by mere centimeters.

“Oh! Dr. O’Deorain! I didn’t mean to startle, and I certainly didn’t mean to startle you.”

The target from below was leaning on the other side of the balcony railing- a stunt that should have been impossible from the fifth story hotel room. He was frustratingly gorgeous up close and surprisingly taller than Moira- a feat not too many could claim. His flawless satin skin barely creased around his easy-going smirk.

Moira yanked their robe tightly around themselves at the sight of that annoying smirk. However, that annoying smirk did jog Moira’s work brain- they knew this face. He was stuck in their brain as someone important, more important that Akande’s usual distractions. This man did something with technology…

The answer struck them so hard blood rushed to their ears. Moira was furious, but not with the intruding man. They would have never let themselves be caught unawares a year ago. What had happened to the scientist? Were bittersweet musings truly so enthralling that their senses were totally entranced? Or was the entropy so virile that their brain was beginning to succumb?

“Niran Pruksamanee,” his name crawled out of their mouth in a low purr, “Yes, I remember you now. Tell me, what is the infamous creator of biolight doing on the balcony of my hotel?”

Pruksamanee chuckled. Moira wasn’t sure they liked the way his laughter made them feel.

“Infamous? You are wonderful at irony, Doctor.”

Moira couldn’t help themself: a singular ha escaped their lips. It seemed that the inventor had caught on to the geneticist: his smile was widening.

“Anyway, I came up here because you looked like you lost something.”

Lost something? Did Pruskamanee somehow know what they had been thinking about? Was Angela’s influence so deeply engraved into Moira that it was plain on their face?

Pruksamanee held out his hand before Moira could spiral further. A crumbled snowflake of filter and paper, the remains of the cigarette that they threw, was a confrontation delivered by Pruksamanee’s large, flawless palm. Moira felt their ears burn- something that only happened when Angela pointed out a devastating flaw in their character. In all their mourning of a confrontational spitfire, they never imagined that anyone else would follow through.

Without another idea of how to react, Moira kept their expression blank as they took the cigarette from Pruksamanee. They hadn’t bothered to bring an ash tray, instead rolling the garbage between their fingers as they spoke.

“Hmm, so it appears. I must admit, I am taken aback at your… tenacity to return this to me. I assume you used your biolight to scale the building?“

Pruksamanee held his left hand over his prosthetic right arm. The flash of rose light was so brief that Moira wouldn’t have seen it if they hadn’t been looking directly at his hands. He pulled his left hand away, presenting his palm to Moira once again. Ornate veins were etched into a silver seed that glowed soft pink. They weren’t sure what it did, but whatever power was packed into that little seed allowed him to scale a building. Moira couldn’t help themselves: they were impressed to be in the presence of such an important addition to the fields of science and technology. They hadn’t felt this enamored with an invention since they were approached with the prototype to nanobiotics…

“You dare make yourself vulnerable to me?” Moira lifted an auburn brow, “What’s to stop me from taking your work for myself?”

“Oh, there’s nothing to stop you from trying!” He laughed, “But I’m stronger than I look.”

A quick movement drew Moira’s eye to his arm once more; the twist of his wrist had loaded long thorns of biolight into his gauntlet. They certainly weren’t threatened, but they did reason that those thorns were a potent deterrent of thieves. Besides, Moira believed that more value could be attained through his mind than his technology alone.

“Fine enough, I suppose. I’m still curious as to your emergence in Japan. Aren’t you supposed to be taking refuge in the Atlantic Arcology? You’re a far way from home, little inventor.”

“Little inventor, indeed,” Pruksamanee chuckled, “I always have more to learn.”

They were mere centimeters from one another. Moira could feel the heat of Pruksamanee, warm like summer nights. His aroma was elegant and surprisingly refreshing- rainfall, cucumber, and iris enveloped Moira, dizzying them. Or were they dizzy from those eyes that sparkled bronze in the light of the bedroom?

“You know, Dr. O’Deorain, I think you and I may be in Japan for the same reason.”

“Oh?”

“The meeting of the world’s greatest minds at the Pan-national Biomedical Engineering Conference in Kobe! You and I are some of the greatest minds of our generation, aren’t we?”

“Yes,” said Moira, pleased to hear their intellect acknowledged. So many misunderstood the geneticist, completely writing off their work, “Though I must say, it is surprising that you walk these streets alone. Do you not fear Vishkar’s influence?”

Pruksamanee’s face fell for the first time that night. Moira couldn’t help but notice the melancholic beauty of it, a star falling out of the sky and crashing to the earth. His hands began to pick at the railing as he spoke.

“Your concern is touching, Doctor. I’m not traveling through Japan entirely on my own- Overwatch provided a security detail for me.”

His words hung awkwardly in the air. Moira exaggerated their movements, using their whole body to look over Pruksamanee’s shoulder.

“I see. That must be Ms. Oxton behind your shoulder. Is the Gorilla perched nearby?”

Pruksamanee shrugged sheepishly.

“I did slip away when they thought I was asleep,” he said, “I guess you can say that I’ve always been a bit reckless. Quite a bit, actually. But some of the best things in life are worth the risk.”

The buzz of familiarity rang through Moira’s chest. Perhaps they enjoyed Pruksamanee after all.

“Yes! Limits must be pushed for progress to be gained,” Moira wiggled their damaged fingers reflexively. “Pruksamanee, what would you say to the greatest minds of our generation exploring their ideas and Osaka simultaneously?”

Moira was pleased to note how Pruksamanee’s cheeks reddened at their offer. His delicate blush paired nicely with the pearly whites of his smile.

“That sounds wonderful, Doctor! But please, call me Niran.”

“Niran.” His name was delicious in their mouth. “Then you may address me as Moira. Allow me to dress, and I will meet you in the lobby momentarily. Unless you would prefer to wait in my bedroom?”

The warmth of Niran’s cheeks spread like wildfire across his skin.

“Thank you. I promise to be nothing but a gentleman,” said Niran.

Moira tsked.

“With any luck we will break that habit.”

#moiraweaver #moira o'deorain #niran pruksamanee #nonbinary moira #fanfic #ao3

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moiraposting · 2 years

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Your love looks like blood tonight (moira x male!oc)

Frankly this is just a pathetic self insert

Not even joking

This oc is just me idealized I won't be using a name very often but the ocs name is lee.

Anyways warning for blood and gore mentions,experiments,femdom,cringe ass oc,mentions of character death, oc is autism, sus behavior,cursing,sombra,terrorism,sexy ass mfs.

POST FALL OF OVERWATCH/BLACKWATCH

The Swiss overwatch base is before him as the smell of smoke filled the air and ashes smoldering under his boots. He was a ideal overwatch soldier, not afraid of what was awaiting him and would fight till his last breath however, he was working with Gabriel Reyes and others to create what is now known as talon. Looking to push humanity to the next stage of evolution through chaos.

(Fast forward several years later lol)

Lee was now a errand boy for the rest of the talon top brass he knew all the secrets and plans for missions but rarely went on them as he was content to stay at base and do menial work unless he was desperately needed on the field. He usually went around collecting debts and grabbing coffee, delivering papers and so on. He didn't mind it very much especially because he saw his friends and his big time crush Dr.Moira o' deorain. He would pine and fantasize constantly while being to flustered to even make and attempt to flirt with the stunning woman. It was like he was a incompetent teenager again, almost completely driven by emotions around her. And of course sombra knew, she knew everything about everyone.

"Hey" Sombra said as she translocated behind him "Jesus christ!" Lee yelled out as he dropped all his papers on the floor. "Hehheeheheh did I scare you?" "No shit you scared me! If you do that again it will the last time you see sun!" Sombra merely smiled at the exasperated man knowing his threats were empty "come to my quarters after your done delivering those papers I want to gossip with you about something. Oh! And bring snacks" Lee cracked a smile "alright I'll meet you there soon" this better be good he thought to himself, proceeding to collect the papers he dropped on the ground finally taking a second observe where the papers were going. "God fucking dammit" he whispered to himself as he read the sticky note attached to the front page.

"Deliver to Dr.o'deorains lab asap"

He felt his heart start to pump his blood to his face as he even thought of possibly interacting with moira and so, he took a deep breath in and starting to walking towards the science labs feeling his stomach fill with butterflies and adrenaline course through his veins. Frankly he felt like he was going shit his pants as he approached the door labeled Dr. O' deorain's lab. As he knocked on the door it suddenly opened revealing Moira behind it. "What do require of me?" Moira questioned looking down at Lee inquisitively. "I-i have some papers for you doctor" "thank you Lee, you may continue on now" "have a good day doctor" "you do aswell" after Dr. O' deorain closed her door Lee slumped against the wall catching his breath after seemingly holding it for so long.

All he could think was flustered thoughts of *holy fucking shit oh fuck oh God she's so arractive holy shit MA'AM my holes are free holy shit holy fuck* but of course he was not so shallow to only find her looks arractive, her ambition, confidence and slightly nerdy personality is what really kept him pining. constantly thinking of scenarios where they are cuddling on a couch while she's stroking his hair and ranting about her favorite science. He sighed and continued on the kitchen and sombras quarters.

"sombra! I'm here!" The woman gleefully opened the door "com'on in and get comfortable lee" Lee proceeded to take off his shoes and sit on a pink and purple bean bag across from sombra.

"I know about your crush" she said cheekily

"WHAT"

#moira #moira overwatch #moira o'deorain #moira ow #overwatch #moira odeorain #overwatch moira #sombra #my wife #moira fanfic #x male reader #mommy #moira one shot #moira x reader #to be continued #im cringe but im free #your love looks like blood tonight

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fabricated-misslieness · 2 years

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Greetings! Could you please do moira o' deorain with a male s/o who loves horror movies,metal and all things macabre?

Sorry, I don't write for Moira, though I did play her a lot.

#📒 // clothing patterns #doomwhore

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mihnea95mot · 4 years

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the new googly eyes blizzard added for april fools created new memeing potential

#moira overwatch #sombra overwatch #mercy overwatch #moira o' deorain #angela ziegler #olivia colomar

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profmoiraodeorain · 4 years

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A similar pose of me vs Moira in my last comic

Both ft the gay earrings

#moira #moira odeorain #moicy #moira cosplay #overwatch #overwatch cosplay #cosplay girls #fanart #overwatch fanart #moira o' deorain #moira o'deorain #me

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hvgofraldarius · 6 years

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Overwatch's Italian fandom after Retribution

#Italian things #demmy shut your mouth #Overwatch #overwatch uprising #overwatch retribution #gabriel reyes #reaper #jesse mccree #overwatch mccree #genji overwatch #genji shimada #moira o' deorain #moira overwatch #demmy plays overwatch

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lcveball · 6 years

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NARUTOSEXUAL MOIRA ― flag by @validmogai

#overwatch #moira #moira o' deorain #ovw #mine #narutosexual rights! - moira overwatch

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scissionthesoul · 1 year

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Can't sleep brain is filled with Moira.

But I wish I was just filled up with Moira instead.

#moira o'deorain #moira o deorain #moira #overwatch #moira overwatch #overwatch moira #overwatch 2 #moira is hot

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leewadeeleewada · 6 years

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Overwatch:

Me:... Am I...am I bi???

Overwatch:

Me: Yes, I very much am.

#moira has me shook #moira o' deorain #overwatch #sombra #finally found a gif of brigitte #brigitte lindholm

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mrknightow · 6 years

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Moira in OWL

Moira is an interesting hero, she brings a versatile support to the Overwatch roster. In the hands of a skilled player, Moira's kit can be a game changer. Today, I want to look at Moira in the pro scene as we've seen in the OWL Preseason.

Moira saw some play during the OWL Preseason. While not becoming a staple support she seemed to be blizzard's first out of the gate viable hero. Moira seems to have evaded the steep learning curve of Ana and lack of utility of Orisa. Moira's kit is immediately useful with many comps but she seems best suited for deathball. Her biotic orbs are great at providing sustained damage or healing during a team fight. Moira has the interesting mechanic of having her healing tied directly to her damage. Her healing beam is charged by doing damage with her biotic grasp. This mechanic forces Moira players to have a rather robust decision making ability as to their healing usage. Boasting an impressive 80 heals per second, Moira provides solid sustain to compositions that stay together. Teams that opt for more mobility and thus are more spread apart cause trouble for Moira. In the preseason we saw Moira play from two teams in particular, Dallas Fuel and San Francisco Shock.

Dallas is lucky to have two players that can play Moira extremely well, Chipshajen and Custa. Chips being the veteran from envy seems to have a better hold of the hero in terms of team chemistry and communication. Contradicting my previous statement, Chips made Moira viable for a more dive based composition. Moira's fade ability gives her high mobility and chips showed excellent use of it on ilios vs Mayhem. Using the fade to rotate in and out of fights from Frontline to backline, gave chips the ability to provide dynamic healing to his entire team. Chips experience in all manner of comps allowed him to really push the envelope of what can be done with Moira. Custa on the other hand played Moira is the more static, deathball comp. Custa showed the sustain that Moira can provide for comps that revolve around moving as a unit. That being said, custa also showed the main downfall than can come with Moira. On junkertown vs Mayhem, Custa seemed to put more priority on damage than healing. This kind of pitfall can be tempting due to Moira's extremely versatile kit. Between the biotic orb and the biotic grasp, Moira can shell out damage on par with most of the DPS roster. This led to situations where Custa was trying to kill Tviq while Manneten was busy murdering his entire team. This can be attributed to Custa still being new to the big stage and the envy/fuel roster so I don’t expect to see it again.

The second team to break out Moira was San Francisco Shock. Sleepy, Flex Support of Shock, has made it no secret he’s a huge fan of Moira. From her healing capability to her movement, Sleepy has decided to really grind the new hero. Beginning on his stream before heading to scrims and finally to the OWL stage, Sleepy has put solid hours into fine tuning his Moira skills. San Francisco opted for a comp that was fast moving but still remained together as a cohesive unit. Sleepy seemed most comfortable on the hero in enclosed spaces, able to bounce the biotic orb for massive healing and damage. Issues seemed to arise when forced to fight in open areas where predicting the path of the biotic orb becomes much more difficult and healing becomes unreliable. Opting for the more easily predictable healing of Zenyatta in the open engagements Sleepy was able to adapt where his team needed.

All in all, Moira absolutely has a place in the pro scene. A reliable healer and deadly force in the right hands we absolutely will be seeing her more in OWL. The current niche seems to be enclosed maps making for another specialist hero. It remains to be seen what kind of crazy comps we’ll see that Moira fits in to as OWL is all about pushing the limits on what players consider possible.

#Overwatch #Overwatch League #Moira #Moira O' Deorain #Dallas Fuel #San Francisco Shock #Fuel #Shock #Chipshajen #Sleepy #Custa

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