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ellipsiseffervescent · 4 months

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moiraweaver fic chap 2

Chapter one

Summary: Niran and Moira learn more about one another in the bedroom. will neurodivergence cause someone to fumble a bad bitch? lets find out

WC: 1309

Tags/Warnings/Notes: eventual hurt/comfort, this chapter has lite smut, alcohol. i really tried to make nirans adhd and moiras autism a thing w them too

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Moira pocketed the cigarette and slid the door open, holding it for their guest. Niran was flattered to step first into the eclectic bedroom. The bed was made but the sheets had been meticulously untucked. Only a sliver of city light illuminated the space; Moira had pulled the shades down almost all the way, leaving a uniform crack for the world to enter through. The temperature inside was not much warmer than outside. Niran wrapped himself tighter in his blue knitted cardigan and took a seat on the stool at the foot of the bed. He watched the lanky geneticist take the bedroom in long strides, their lengthy dark robe sweeping the floor behind them like an elegant shadow.

“I take it you’re used to the cold,” Niran said.

His words stopped Moira stopped in their tracks. Their slender body loomed over Niran; to be any closer would be to straddle him. Niran’s heart raced at the idea.

“I am happy to keep you warm, Niran.”

A tsunami of competing thoughts and emotions crashed into him at once. His bodyguards, and ultimately friends, had all warned him that Moira O’Deorain was so unempathetic and ruthless that they were beyond alien- they were evil. At the same time, he could only imagine the scoldings he’d received when he returned, condemning his risky behavior. He felt understood in their presence, unjudged- Moira was familiar with risk taking. And that didn’t even account for Niran’s instinct- something deeper than fear crept up his spine in the presence of the controversial scientist: a yearning intrigue.

He loved looking at Moira in the low light of the bedroom- it dramatized the sharp features of their face, the mysterious darkness under their mismatched eyes. The experience in their hair was sexy, their silver streaks paired well with their domineering posture. Moira was haunted by something, and that made them exquisitely dangerous. There was nothing Niran loved more than a new experience, an impossible challenge.

“I’m sure Osaka will wait for us,” Niran agreed.

Niran was surprised to find his fingers along the back of Moira’s thigh, inviting them closer. Cashmere was smooth in his hand as he raised it to Moira’s ass, squeezing gently. He bit back a gasp as their nails trailed along his jawline before wrapping around his chin. They dug into his skin ever so slightly and Niran loved the sting. Moira’s grasp was firm as they tilted his face upwards. Ruby and sapphire burned into bronze; Niran’s gaze was locked into place.

“If you wish to be fucked then you will do as I say. Untie my robe, Niran.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

Moira’s grip loosened and the thumb of their short-nailed hand slipped between Niran’s lips- a reward for his good behavior. His eyes shut and he lost himself to his oral fixation, his tongue swirling around their skin. Niran let his desires wander as he made his way to the robe’s knot, helping himself to the feeling of their lithe hips along the way.

Moira pulled their hand back as the knot was undone. The robe’s descent was slow to Niran; he was drinking in every ounce of the geneticist. Moira was domineering in nothing but their black boxers. Niran ached to taste Moira’s tits, bared freely to him. Their physique may have been slender, but years of fieldwork and missions had provided a leanness to their body that was evident in the tone of what muscles they did have. Niran wanted to be wrapped in those long legs, engrossed in what lay between them. He wanted Moira to hold his head in place with those strong arms-

Fixating on those arms brought a splash of cold water on Niran. His reaction did not stem from the pure aesthetic of it- in fact, the cruel edge of Moira’s right arm could be an intimidating turn on- but because he knew how it came to be that way. He knew that Moira’s wound was self-inflicted, a result of taboo experimentation, but he was not prepared for how it had worsened from what the public had last seen.

The violet entropy was growing across Moira’s chest and up their collarbone like a life-threatening moss. The veins of Moira’s infected flesh bulged angrily to the surface, as if they were holding back the might of the artificial decay through sheer force.

“Moira! You’re withering away.”

The words escaped Niran in a hasty whisper before he could stop himself. Moira’s sexy glare recoiled; face suddenly hard to read. What was once an intense, unending gaze from Moira turned into a full avoidance of Niran’s sightline. His heart hurt with the responsibility- the wrong thing always seemed to slip from his mouth before he could stop it. He felt lonely not meeting the stare of those ruby and sapphires.

“I’ve always thrived under a deadline.”

The delivery was dry, even for Moira. Never one to wait, they picked the robe off the floor and slipped it over their shoulders, over their arm. They didn’t bother looking for the tie, allowing the garment to drape open while they walked to the other side of the bed, stopping at their nightside table.

Moira pressed a button on what had seemed to be an antique wood nightstand, revealing a virtual light screen. They made their selection in the blink of an eye and the nightstand’s surface opened down the center. Decanters of amber nectars and a matching bowl of cocktail ice emerged on a disc of hard light.

It was only the guilt that kept Niran’s mind on track. Rays from the disc bathed Moira in gold, bringing out the subtle indigo fibers of the robe that hid too much for Niran’s liking. He wanted to slip under that garment; trail his kisses along their arm, into their collarbone, then plunge below their torso. He wanted to heal Moira’s soul with his mouth. He bit the inside of his lip before attempting to explain himself.

“I’m sorry I said that so abruptly. Your artificial decay has progressed beyond what I was expecting, and I spoke without thinking. I hope I haven’t upset you.”

Glass clinked like windchimes as Moira fixed their drink, whiskey on rocks. They nodded their head in acknowledgement of Niran and closed their eyes to think. He was delightfully surprised to find himself familiar with this reaction: years of rooming with Satya had taught him patience in these moments.

Moira finished their sip, then held the cool glass against the purple of their throat. Niran fought the urge to imagine his tongue on their skin. The geneticist exhaled and folded one arm under the other.

“Little inventor,” Moira began slowly, letting their pet name for him take up the space between the two, “Would you like to go out for a meal?”

Of all the things Niran guessed Moira would say in response to his apology, an invitation to dinner was not one of them. Then again, nothing on this night had gone as he predicted when he snuck away from his hotel, and he was thankful for it.

“Um… yeah! That sounds excellent.”

Moira nodded before finishing the rest of their drink in one swig. Niran watched in comfortable silence as Moira rummaged through their suitcase. He suspected that the familiarity went both ways: Moira showed no modesty, unbothered with his clear view of their naked breasts. They slipped into a navy turtleneck, tucking it into loose matching trousers. The pale brown trench coat they topped it off with flourished around them as they opened the hotel door for Niran.

“Walking through the lobby will attract less attention than using biolight to depart from the balcony,” said Moira.

Niran was thrilled with Moira’s ribbing.

“I’m not sure I entirely agree.”

“Oh?”

“A handsome couple like us? People won’t be able to look away,” said Niran.

#moiraweaver #nonbinary moira #niran pruksamanee #moira o'deorain #lifeweaver #niran is adhd #moira is autistic

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forestlord · 10 months

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Moira Sunthief (He/Him) - Wizard City

#my art #moira #w101 #wizard101 #art #artists on tumblr #nonbinary #trans masc #fire wizard

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moth-montage · 1 year

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I require Moira wearing swim trunks and the tackiest button-up shirt you've ever laid eyes on. Complete the look with socks and sandals, maybe some chunky sunglasses and thick sunscreen on their face.

#give moira a summer skin please #let them have the nonbinary uncle on vacation energy #overwatch #moira #moira o'deorain

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leonkennedyirl · 2 years

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The lesbian and nonbinary flag with Moira (headcanon)

#LGBT #LGBTQ #Lgbtqia #Moira #Overwatch #Ow1 #Ow2 #Overwatch 1 #Overwatch 2 #moira o'deorain #Enby #Lesbian #Wlw #Sapphic #Nonbinary #Non binary #Non-binary #Nb #Icons #Icon #Pfp #Pfps

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absolutelydyl · 2 years

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Fellow supports?

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spenxernetopyr · 1 year

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Streaming Overwatch 2 Comp tonight (Feb 3) 10pm-2am EST

VTuber variety streamer with a love for Overwatch

come say hey!!!

twitch.tv/spenxerlayne

#streamer #vtuber #twitch #twitch streamer #twitch vtuber #overwatch #overwatch 2 #moira main #support main #moira overwatch #enby #nonbinary

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mananak07 · 11 months

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olivia octavius x moira…. I LOVE UNETHICAL SCIENTISTS (also moira is transmasc and liv is transfem plus their both nonbinary)

#overwatch #moira #overwatch 2 #moira odeorain #olivia octavius #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderverse #lesbian pride #science

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hangesfavles · 4 months

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Kitties and Compromises

4.3k words. nonbinary hange x fem reader, but readers gender is only mentioned twice.

Summary: Hange really wants a cat, and you don’t. On your way to work one day, you hear a distant meowing in a sewer drain.

No warnings btw! This is sfw and just fluffy <3

a/n!: hi! i don’t usually write fanfics. this is actually my first time seriously sitting down and trying to write a fic, but i was inspired by an experience that happened to me fairly recently!! i’m not sure if i’ll write any more fanfiction, but if y’all like my writing you can send in a request, but i can’t promise it’ll be done quickly 😓 i’ll probably only write wlw, nblw, or nblnb! as for characters, i’d be interested in writing for hange, yelena (from aot), moira o’deorain, junker queen, chloe price, or hazel callahan! also ik not that many people will probably see this, but if you like hange fanfics puh LEASE check out @abbyslev on tumblr and @sweetgirl_r on ao3! bc i love their works and they’ve both indirectly inspired me so much! pls read their work its amazing <3 cross posted on tumblr and ao3, pls don’t steal my writing btw :3

What were the odds of something like this happening to you? Hange simply must’ve been manifesting this into the universe. The day started just like any other, waking up in the morning next to your spouse, Hange. You always wake up before them, reluctant to leave the warm comfort of Hange’s embrace. Even when they’re asleep they find ways to be clingy, whether that be trapping your body against their own as they cage you with their arms or simply latching onto your back and nuzzling your hair, it always makes mornings that much harder. You always admire their sleeping face before leaving your shared bed; Their peaceful expression and lack of their usual eyepatch reminds you how much they trust you. You groggily slip out of their arms, eliciting their normal whimpers and sleepy pleas for you to rejoin them. You kiss their cheek, not even bothering to respond to their words. You know they won’t remember their words or your own regardless. You get yourself dressed in your boring, formal work attire required for your office job. After fixing your hair in the mirror, you head to the bathroom first. You grab your toothbrush from the holder, smiling as you do so. The sight of Hange’s toothbrush next to your own always makes your heart flutter. Despite having lived with them for quite some time, you always fall victim to the butterflies in your stomach when you see your items mixed with their own. Simple things, like their “Best teacher” mug gifted to them by one of their students next to your plastic and faded Hello Kitty cup you’ve had since childhood, or your coat hanging on the same rack as theirs.

Your next stop is the kitchen. You always make lunch for yourself as well as Hange the night before, otherwise they’ll skip lunch entirely or on rare occasion buy fast food. It never bothers you, though. You love being able to do nice things for them. You know they appreciate it, because they send sweet ‘thank you’ messages along with a photo of them eating it every day without fail. Seeing their smile while eating the food you prepared specifically for them makes your effort completely worth it. You grab your food, placing it into your bag.

The third and final place you head towards is the living room. You grab your laptop- previously discarded- from the coffee table and place it in your bag as well. You groan softly with annoyance as you remember how Hange had distracted you last night from finishing a particularly long assignment from your boss. You had been working diligently for a few hours before Hange arrived home, demanding attention from you. You can’t even blame yourself, because how could you say no to your loving spouse’s puppy eyes? Not to mention the fact they had also enticed you by offering to watch a new movie with you until it was time to make dinner. That’s another action that never fails to make your heart beat faster in your chest. They make dinner while you prepare tomorrow’s lunch, always on the counter closest to them. You sigh as you think about the fact you’ll have a little bit of extra work to do while you leave the house and enter your car to drive to work.

Hange loves you. Everything about you, and anything that comes with you. They love your day-to-day routine, never growing bored even when doing monotonous tasks and chores. Things they had hated previously have magically become more interesting, like grocery shopping or doing laundry. But even so, something felt… missing. They were 100% sure this feeling has nothing to do with the love they have for you, or the love you have for them. They undeniably and unconditionally love you, otherwise they wouldn’t have proposed to you. They knew early on into your relationship that they wanted to spend the rest of their life with you by their side. Because of this, they want to have a family with you. Neither of you had been particularly fond of the idea of having children- at least, not yet. Having a child is a lot of work, as well as an incredibly big time and financial commitment. They want a cat. They knew that they wanted a pet cat before they had even moved out of their parents’ house… However, they also knew that you were against the idea. They’ve been begging for the past few months about how badly they want to adopt one, only to be shut down by you, saying how expensive it would be to buy one, as well as the essentials for it: a collar, carrier, grooming supplies, litter box, litter, a scooper, toys, food bowls, food in general, as well as occasional vet visits. Between both of your jobs, you and Hange live comfortably. If the two of you agreed to cut back on recreational spending, they were sure buying a pet was within reason, but they knew you didn’t want to. You enjoyed being able to go on nice dates with them on occasion, to the movies, aquarium, dinner, art museums, and sometimes you even do escape rooms together. They also savor the dates you go on together, but that doesn’t stop them from asking you at least twice a week if you’ve warmed up to the idea of owning a cat. Spoiler alert, you haven’t. So imagine their surprise when they receive a video call from you in the middle of class, revealing you holding a dirty, gray kitten with one hand.

Really, what were the odds of this happening? After getting out of your car when you arrived at the office building, you hear loud, high-pitched cries coming out of a nearby sewer. Your kind heart wouldn’t and couldn’t ignore it. You follow the sound, crouching in front of the drain, that’s when you see it. The tiniest kitten you’ve ever laid eyes on, seemingly trapped at the bottom of a sewer drain. You jog as fast as your heels can take you, alerting your boss about the situation, telling him you’ll clock in as soon as you can help the poor thing. He graciously allows you to do so, a perk of being a dedicated manager. You jog back towards the drain, kneeling down to look at the kitten again. You were sure if you called the cops that they would take hours to show up, if at all. Instead, you search for the phone number of your local fire department.

Saving this goddamn cat was a long process. Who knew removing the cover of a drain would take so long? It had taken over two hours to remove the cover, and then another forty five minutes to lure the kitten close enough for the firefighter to grab. The kitten was left in your care after it was safely removed from the drain. Luckily, it was dry except for its paws. You were considering what you should do at this moment. The kitten doesn’t seem to have a collar, and you can see a few fleas crawling around on its back. You realize that you simply can’t place it on the ground to roam free once more, what if it’s hungry? What if it gets hurt or stuck again? You’re not sure you would be able to sleep at night knowing you abandoned the cat. You figure you should first and foremost take it to the vet to see if it possibly has an owner who microchipped it. Before doing so, you decide to do what any rational person would do, call Hange. You feel bad for bothering Hange when you know that they’re working, but you wanted to tell them what you’ve dealt with for the past three hours.

When Hange feels the vibration of their phone in their pocket, illuminating from your call, they know that they should answer. They hold their phone in their hand before glancing around their classroom, the eyes of their students peering at them curiously. They chuckle nervously. “...Ah, pardon me for a minute! My wife is calling me. Feel free to chatter while I’m away, just be sure to keep it down, okay?” They give the class an awkward thumbs up and a matching smile. They aren’t sure if you’ve ever called them while they were working, and they feel a pang of worry as they step out of their classroom and into the hallway to answer the call.

The look on their face was priceless. Their eye widens a little with confusion, their lips parting as if they wanted to say something, but they clearly have trouble finding the words. You speak before they do, explaining briefly how you heard the kitten crying, the amount of time it took to save the small creature, and how you plan to take it to a vet to see if it has an owner. After you’re finished speaking, Hange is quick to ask you “Can we keep it if it doesn’t have a chip? C’mon, pretty please? This opportunity is perfect! We won’t have to pay hundreds of dollars to adopt one, we just gotta cover the essentials!” They beg you, barely even stopping for breath as they plead quickly. “I don’t know, Han… Let me take it to the vet first. I’ll let you know what happens from there.”

Hange has been on the edge of their seat all day. You’ve been sending them updates, albeit slowly, considering the kitten is being tested for multiple things, like parasites, ear and eye infections, and other long term health conditions like feline leukemia. What they know so far is that the kitten is- according to the vet- probably a girl, not microchipped, and the poor thing is infested with fleas. You had mentioned to Hange that the vet said it’s a little bit early to tell if she’s really a girl, but that she currently looks like one. Hange has never been so attached to their phone at work before. They can’t help but glance at it between sentences, hoping to see their screen lit up by a message from you.

Today has been tiring, despite not even truly having gone into work. You’re stressed, nervous, and worst of all, bored. Your boredom doesn’t help your running thoughts. Instagram can only distract your brain so much when all you can think about is this kitten you’ve unwillingly bonded with. The longer you sit in the waiting room, the more you realize how worried you really are about being able to keep the kitten, despite your initial reservations about keeping a stray animal. She was just that cute. Throughout the whole car ride to the vet, she sat in your lap obediently, even curling up into a ball and purring. Not once did she cry or try to escape your lap. She had only started crying once you left her alone with the vet, and that broke your heart more than you’re willing to admit. You already feel like you have a bond with her, and it would be devastating if she happened to be sick or injured. What you’re waiting for right now is for her to use the bathroom. Number two is preferable, but they would work with number one if that’s all she could do. You silently thank yourself for stopping by a grocery store to get her some canned cat food, which she had eaten in the car on the way here. After waiting in the vet for a whopping 4 more hours, they had concluded all of the proper tests. The vet calls you back into the exam room, ready to talk about the results. Apparently, she ended up doing number 2 when she was left alone in a kennel. “Hello Mrs. Zoe!” He says with a friendly smile. “So, I’ll start with the bad news. Our little friend here has plenty of fleas, which I’m sure you saw already, and after running tests on her stool, I found that she does indeed have a parasite.” After hearing his words, you feel your nervousness festering more than ever. You nod at his words, urging him to continue. “But, there’s plenty of good news. The parasite is nothing life-threatening. She just needs to be medicated every day for a week. Other than that, she is entirely healthy. Do you plan on keeping her?” You think about your answer for a moment, but inside, you knew your mind was already made up. You had plenty of time to think about it in the waiting room, and you can’t deny the fact you’re already smitten with the small animal. You nod at him, a small smile appearing on your face as well. “Well, that’s great! You’ll have to come back tomorrow or the day after to pick up her medicine. We’ll give you a call when it’s ready to be picked up.” He flashes you another award-winning smile before leaving the room to retrieve the kitten. “Congratulations, she’s very well behaved.” He comments as he hands her back to you carefully. “Thank you, doctor. My spouse is going to be absolutely over the moon.” You giggle softly as you hold her once more and leave the office. You hold the kitten in one hand, and reach into your pocket to check the time on your phone. By now, it was almost time for Hange to get off of work. You sit in the car, the kitten once more making herself comfortable on your lap. You try not to think about her fleas as you take a moment to video call Hange once more.

Hange had just finished their last class of the day when you called. They were sitting at their desk, grading some old assignments before they officially left school. This was typical for them, because they absolutely hated dealing with the traffic caused by all of the other teachers, as well as students and school buses leaving the area at once. They see your call and immediately answer with a huge, dopey smile on their face. “Hi, love!” They exclaim, evidently excited for whatever updates you’re going to give them. When the video loads, they aren’t met with your dazzling beauty, but another small, adorable face. You can’t help but giggle as you look down at your phone, the angle making the kitten look funny. She paws the screen in front of her. “D'aww!! She’s so cuteee!” Hange squeals with excitement at the view. You giggle lightheartedly at Hange’s childish excitement. Their enthusiasm for the world around them was something that drew you in immediately about them, and it is still a trait that you adore. “Isn’t she? She’s so sweet and well behaved.” You move the phone away from the kitty, instead showing Hange your face. “Has she melted your cold heart already?” They tease with a soft chuckle. “Oh, shut up Hange!” You giggle at their joke anyways. “I’m just teasing, love. Soooo… Is she ours? Is she healthy?” They ask excitedly, but they already assume that the answer is yes, considering how happy you seem to be. “I just got done speaking with the vet, apparently she has a parasite.” You notice Hange’s lips part into an ‘o’ shape as you say this. You can also notice the concern morphing its way into their features. “But he said that after being medicated for… like… a week or so, she should be perfectly fine.” Hange’s earlier excitement makes a comeback, the worry melting off their features as they squeal a bit. “C’mon, we have to keep her!” They whine and plead. “You love her already, it’s obvious. Stop avoiding the question.” A pout forms on Hange’s lips as they try to convince you for the umpteenth time to have a pet. You sigh softly at their cute expression, giggling breathily at their antics. “I do love her. And you’re right, this is a perfect chance for us to have a pet since we didn’t have to buy her. I guess love is about compromise, or whatever… And since I know how much you’ve always wanted a cat, we can keep her.”

Hange had rushed home in record speed. It’s shocking that they got home in one piece without any tickets or crashes. You were right in the assumption that they would be over the moon about this perfect coincidence, Hange wanted to meet her more than anything. You have been home for a bit by the time Hange arrives at your shared home. They practically launch through the door, before realizing their excitement might startle the kitten. When you hear the door opening, you greet them at the door with your arms open wide. They quickly rush into your embrace, lifting you up and enthusiastically shaking you around. They place a chaste kiss on your lips before putting you on the floor once more. “Not that I’m not excited to see you, but where is she?” They ask with childlike excitement. They’re practically bouncing off the walls. As if on cue, a high pitched cry emits from the bathroom. “I have her in the bathroom right now and I put a blanket in there with her. We’re-” Your sentence is cut off by Hange making their way to the bathroom, carefully opening the door. You smile at their excitement, following after them. “Make sure she doesn’t get out. We’re gonna need to give her a flea bath before she can leave the bathroom.” Hange mumbles out a ‘mhm’ before kneeling beside the bathtub. The kitten is looking up at them with big doe eyes. Hange is doing all they can not to squeal and shout from how utterly adorable she is. You decide to take a seat on top of the closed toilet, simply content to see your partner so lively. Hange carefully outstretches their hand to the animal, who seems to back away the tiniest bit. “Heeeeyyyyyyy baby…” They whisper quietly. “Pspspsp…” The kitten sniffs Hange’s finger skeptically, but doesn’t react otherwise. They take this as a sign that it’s okay to pet her. Two of their lithe fingers scratch at the top of the kitten's head, much to her content. Hange mumbles sweet, hushed words to the animal that you can’t really hear. The world around you seems to grow blurry, as you tune out everything else that isn’t your partner and your newfound pet. There wasn’t anything else worth caring about at the moment. The tenderness Hange displays, a stark contrast from their typical erraticism, has your heart thumping in your chest. Hange has always been equally caring as they are observant. While Hange will probably always be excitable, they’re very aware of other’s emotions. They know when someone is overwhelmed or tired, or maybe shy and nervous, meaning they always know when they should turn it down a notch. Quiet moments with them were always your favorite moments. Moments where you two could simply be, without the need for conversation or action. Moments like this morning, where you can stare at their tired face without any ounce of uncomfort. Hange scoops up the kitten into their arms, holding her near their chest, seemingly unbothered by the fleas littering her body. They look up at you, smiling with their teeth and giggling. Their eyes are squinted shut by how much they’re smiling. Even as you’re lost in thought, not fully aware, you smile back at them unconsciously because it’s second nature. You snap out of your trance when you see a flea jump off of her body. “Yuck.” You say, squishing the bug with your shoe and picking it up with a piece of toilet paper. “I picked up some flea shampoo when I went to get her something to eat.” You say, holding up a purple bottle. “She won’t like this, but put her in the sink.”

The two of you have spent the better part of an hour picking the rest of the bugs out of the kitten's fur. The flea bath helped substantially, but there were still some that crawled around. Neither of you have spotted bugs for a few minutes, so you retire from your task, wrapping the small animal in a towel as Hange holds her, trying to transfer their own warmth to her. “She’s such a sweetie.” They coo softly, bouncing the kitty as if she’s a small child. “We should feed her soon. Did you get anything else from the pet store?” They ask, tilting their head at you as they ask. “No, she got really antsy when she was alone for too long, so I tried to run in and out as fast as possible. We’re gonna have to go back.” “Oh, but we can’t leave her to go out, what if she thinks we abandoned her!?” They ask you with puppy eyes. “We can’t take her out, she could still have fleas. I can ask someone to watch her while we go out.” You say, pulling out your phone to text one of your and Hange’s shared friends.

Levi and Erwin step into your home, the former appearing to be intensely displeased. “I can’t believe you’re making me do this on a weekday.” Levi grumbles, while Erwin smiles politely at you and Hange. “He’s being dramatic, it’s no trouble. You two will only be gone for an hour before we head home again.” Erwin chuckles, walking to the living room, where the now dried kitten sits on the couch. She runs and hides at the sight of so many people. “Thank you guys for doing this, I know it’s last minute.” You chuckle nervously at Levi’s obvious irritation. “We didn’t exactly have the luxury to give you notice, Shorty.” Hange teases, grinning as Levi rolls his eyes. “Whatever, three eyes. Get going so we can get home already.” Hange pouts, not only from the nickname, but also at the fact they’re being rushed out of their own home. You try not to burst out laughing at the nickname. “Three eyes is diabolical.” You choke out, opting to take their hand and head out, hopefully so Hange doesn’t feel embarrassed. “We’ll be back soon, thank you again!” You wave, before hopping in the car with a pouting Hange to get supplies for your currently unnamed pet.

Who knew shopping with Hange would take so long? You knew, actually. You were vaguely aware of the fact that Hange’s erraticism isn’t the best trait when trying to go shopping quickly. You’ve only been shopping with them a few times, and after an hour of bouncing around the store, it becomes a little bit tiring. This doesn’t even account for the many different random items they tend to pick up and insist they need. A similar thing happens when you attempt to shop for your cat. You asked Hange to find a decently sized litter box, and they come back to beg you for toys they think look funny, a bed shaped like a ramen cup, a hat for the kitten, and a matching onesie for her. You have to refrain from twitching your eye as they entirely forgot to get the litter box you tasked them to find. You end up putting the toys, bed, and hat in the basket, since you planned on buying her these things anyway. “Han... My beloved... You forgot the litter box.” You watch as they chuckle nervously, rubbing the back of their neck. “Right... Be right back.” They turn away, determined to get the litter box, (and only the litter box,) while you decide between two bundles of kitten food.

Hange finds you once more, looping their arms around your waist. You’re momentarily shocked, but you quickly recognize the scent of them surrounding you. They place their head on your shoulder, proud of the fact they managed not to pick up anything except the litter box. They poke your cheek, giving you a grin. When you turn your head towards them, they tap their finger against their cheek, silently asking to be rewarded for completing the task you gave them. You roll your eyes playfully and give them a soft peck.

You return home after an hour and a half, being slightly delayed by Hange’s typical short and ever-changing attention span. Erwin helps you and Hange bring in the bags of cat necessities. You and Hange tiredly plop down on your couch once you’ve finished, feeling tired from all the events of the day. Levi sighs from beside you. You and Hange look at him, seeing the cat curled up and sleeping on his lap. “This damn cat wouldn't leave me alone. Always craving attention, like it can't survive without constant petting. Needy little furball.” He grumbles. Despite his attitude, he still allows her to sleep in his lap, which you and Hange are both grateful for. He carefully picks her up, shifting her into Hange’s lap instead. They both try their best to ensure she isn’t disturbed by the transfer. You stand up as Levi does, seeing the couple out. “Thank you both again for doing this. We’ll see you guys on Sunday for dinner. It’s our turn to cook this week!” You giggle. Erwin pats your shoulder in a dad-like fashion. “Don’t mention it. Levi was loving the attention she gave him. See you Sunday.” He smiles. To this, Levi rolls his eyes, elbowing his lover lightly as you see them out.

Once again, you plop on the couch beside your own lover. They look at you with worry. “What are we going to do with her? She’s gonna be so scared if we leave her at home, all alone...” You raise your eyebrow, wondering where this conversation is leading. “I’m sure she’ll get used to it. It’s impossible for us to have someone watch her every day while we’re at work.” In response to your words, they cover the kitten's ears. “You’re evil! How could you talk about our daughter that way?” They pout, giving you puppy eyes. You laugh, rolling your eyes playfully at their joke. “You know...” They start. You look at them tiredly, knowing you probably won't like whatever comes next. “We could always get another to keep her company.”

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ellipsiseffervescent · 4 months

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

WC: 1745

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.”

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redgoldsparks · 7 months

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October Reading and Reviews by Maia Kobabe

I post my reviews throughout the month on Storygraph and Goodreads, and do roundups here and on patreon. Reviews below the cut.

Finna by Nino Cipri, read by Amanda Dolan

Ava is having a rough time: three days ago she and Jules broke up, and since then she's been avoiding them at their horrible mutual job at LitenVärld, a dystopian Ikea. Then a customer goes missing in a wormhole in spacetime, and Ava and Jules are chosen to try and retrieve the missing grandma. Very short, very fun. Written by a nonbinary author. Gave this a re-listen as an audiobook because there is a sequel now :D

Defekta by Nino Cipri read by Ramon De Ocampo

This novella takes place in the same LitenVärld store that Ava and Jules worked at in book one in this series, but follows Derek, the store's most loyal and dedicated employee. He lives in a shipping container in the store's parking lot, and has no friends and no life outside his time at the store. In fact, he doesn't even have any memories from before he started working at the store... or any explanation for why the store seems to make sense to him, and even speak to him, in a way it doesn't to any of his co-workers. Then something even more shocking than an wormhole occurs in the store: the furniture starts waking up and coming to life. Derek's entire worldview and sense of self are completely upturned. Unfortunately this story didn't capture me as strongly as book one; despite being a novella it felt oddly slow. I was rooting for Derek and the wayward furniture by the end, but the structure of the story was not as strong or streamlined as Finna. I do still want to keep reading Nino Cipri because I love the way they effortlessly include nonbinary characters in their sci-fi and I want a third installment that returns to Ava and Jules!

Princess Floralinda and the Forty Story Tower read by Moira Quirk

A four hour fantasy novella read by the talented and wonderful Moira Quirk, who also reads the Locked Tomb audiobooks. This original fairy tale features Floralinda, a princess captured by a witch and imprisoned in a tower full of monsters. When all of the princes who try to rescue her fail Floralinda has to to take up arms against the monsters herself. I was entertained throughout my whole time listening to this story, but it didn't have a particularly strong emotional impact. I would mostly recommend it to Tamsyn Muir completionists; though it was published in the same year as Harrow it feels like an earlier work. I kind of wanted the ending to be either more hopeful or more horrible.

My Aunt is a Monster by Reimena Yee

Safia is blind, but she was raised by booksellers who read her stories of adventures and the wide world. After her parents tragically die in a fire, Safia is adopted by a distant relative, a reclusive aunt who used to be the world's most famous adventurer. A curse ended her traveling career, but a rival adventurer and the discovery of an ancient city might pull the whole family back into the world. This book was sillier than I expected, but I still greatly enjoyed the art style and the magical whimsy.

Thistlefoot by GemmaRose Nethercott read by January LaVoy

Isaac and Bellatine Yaga grew up on the road with their parents' traveling puppet show, but neither has a good relationship with their parents as adults. Isaac ran away as a teen and has lived as a train-hopping actor and scam artist into his early twenties. Bellatine moved across the country to study woodworking in New England were she is trying desperately to live a normal life despite her power to bring inanimate objects to life. Her power, and Isaac's shapeshifting ability, are inheritances of a generational trauma from a history they barely know. But then another inheritance arrives for them in New York: a house on chicken legs, built by a Russian Jewish ancestor who survived the pogroms of the 1920s and the turmoil of the Russian Revolution. To Isaac, the house is an opportunity. To Bellatine, it is a home. But it comes with a curse: a shadow man follows the house to America, wanting to finish the destruction he started. I loved this story, woven through with Jewish folklore and American folk songs, a road trip story, a story of facing and accepting family history and how far its shadow falls into the present. I image this book gets compted with American Gods by Neil Gaimen and The Golem and the Jinni by Helen Wecker but it is very much its own book with its own lyrical tone. And its queer! Highly recommend.

The Death I Gave Him by Em X. Liu

This queer, modern retelling of Hamlet is set in a scientific lab and contained mostly within a tense 12 hours. Hayden Lichfield finds his father's cooling body in Elsinore labs within the first few pages; he immediately calls on the sentient AI system, Horatio, who controls the security cameras and many other aspects of the building. Horatio reports a 1.5 hour gap in the video logs. Hayden and his father, Dr Lichfield, were working on formula to reverse death. Hayden's immediate assumption is that the killer was after his father's research. The lab goes into lockdown and Hayden is trapped inside with his uncle Charles, lab technician Gabriel Rasmussen, Hayden's ex and research intern Felicia Xia, and her father Paul Xia, head of security. Unless they find an intruder, one of them is the murderer. I enjoyed how deftly this novel kept me guessing even when following a plot I know well. I was genuinely unsure how many, or who, of the people trapped in Elsinore would survive the night. I was also into the unashamed queerness of an AI in love with a human, and the ways in which that love could and could not be reciprocated.

The Feather Thief by Kirk Wallace Johnson read by MacLeod Andrews

This book does an unbelievably thorough job of recounting one of the most devastating recent thefts from a modern museum. In 2009, an American student studying at London's Royal Academy of Music broke into the Tring museum, which contains thousands of natural history specimens including birds collected by Charles Darwin and his contemporary Alfred Russel Wallace. Darwin and Wallace both independently formulated the theory of natural selection and survival of the fittest in the same decade, by observing and collecting birds on remote islands during the height of the British Empire. They both believed in the importance of preserving these birds for future science. At the same time, the colonial empire had developed a huge appetite for exotic and colorful feathers for Victorian hats, the cabinets of curiosities and natural history specimens which were in vogue in the upper class, and for another aristocrat's hobby: tying salmon flies. These appetites nearly drove many bird species to extinction. Modern day lovers of the Victorian art of salmon fly tying now comb the internet for feathers from these rare birds, desperate to get their hands on materials mentioned in Victorian books. The majority of these feathers are now semi-illegal to possess or sell. It was this obsession that drove 20 year old Edwin Rist to break a window at the Tring and escape with nearly 300 stolen bird skins. There followed a long detective investigation into how he'd done it and what happened with the feathers afterwards. I enjoyed the audiobook and was impressed by the persistence of the author, who pursued this story for half a decade.

Asylum by Greg Means and Kazimir Lee

A short but rich story about platonic adult friends who bond through a competitive fantasy card game, but end up supporting each other through all kinds of life transitions both joyful and heartbreaking. Allen and Zekia are both single, both wish they were dating or partnered, but instead they're sharing hotel rooms at geeky conventions, setting up mutual friends, attending weddings and funerals, babysitting other people's kids, and most of all playing the card game Asylum. Zekia, a Black lesbian, struggles with her self-worth, feeling unlovable and too socially awkward to date. Allen, a straight cis man, take a more philosophical view of his situation, appreciating the good things he has in life, including his many strong friendships. The black and white art is simple, clear, and effective. I read it all in one sitting!

Sincerely, Harriet by Sarah Winifred Searle

This is a very quiet and soft story of a girl struggling with an invisible chronic illness, and the resulting isolation and loneliness. Harriet and her parents recently moved to Chicago (to be closer to hospitals and specialists) and she doesn't know anyone in her neighborhood yet except the older woman, Pearl, who lives on a lower floor. Harriet misses friends she made at a summer camp and sends them postcards, lying about her new busy and fun social life. Pearl lends Harriet a series classic of books to try and gently nudge the girl out of her shell. But Harriet struggles to focus on them, instead wondering about a possible ghost living in the attic. There are other emotional struggles hinted at, but they are very subtle and a lot is left to the reader's imagination. The line art is very careful and lovely.

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