A/N : I have gotten Covid from work and feel like I'm dying. In response to my fatal blow enjoy these lil headcanons.
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Cassidy :
He gets really worried! Although he will try not to show it.
He will make a few jokes and try to get you in a better mood if it’s even possible.
It’s a bit random but I feel like he’s very good at making soup. He has a lot of experience being able to whip up anything. And he definitely wants to treat you.
He will keep you warm, comfy and fed! You shouldn’t have to worry about a thing with him around.
Ashe :
The moment she realizes you’re sick there’s a symphony of cuss words and her looking around the house for medication.
She rounds up whatever you need and then some. She will make sure you get better - you’re her responsibility!
She’s good at making sure you’re hydrated and propped up. She wants to make sure you rest and recover properly.
She isn’t scared of getting sick herself. She will hold you and do whatever is soothing for you to relax.
Moira :
Now she’s a bit terrifying when working on her experiments but with you she’s more relaxed.
She is a doctor after all. Even if it’s a bit unethical at times..
She gets any and every vitamin ready. Pills on hand and will nurse you back to health very quickly and effectively.
She’ll rub her nails down the side of your face and talk about stupid things that happen in the lab.
Hanzo :
Hanzo doesn’t say anything when he notices you’re sick. He just gets to work.
You’re bombarded with blankets and a big water bottle. He basically force feeds you medication.
Once you’re settled in bed he will sit on the side and just watch over you, occasionally rubbing your arm.
I feel like he has some good warm soup/ramen he used to make for Genji and would definitely make for you. You’re his family and he cares.
Can you do Familial Talon with a reader who has socal anxiety!!!
Reaper
Protective
Naturally, he’s the ultimate dad-friend
Likes to act like he doesn’t care but literally the only person he’s fooling is himself
Always just a hand grab away if you need anything or if the situation gets too much and you need help figuring a way out
If you take medication, he checks in to make sure that you take it on time and that you’re not taking anything with it that could negate the effects
He treats therapy and the like similarly if you partake in such things
If you don’t go to therapy or take medication, but your anxiety is pretty severe, he may suggest you looking into said options
If you can’t find a doctor or therapist that fits you well enough, he’ll happily plot to track one down for you
Sometimes he’s a little overbearing but he really means well and it doesn’t make much to make him aware of it
Then he backs off and tries to figure out a better way of going about things
Helps you try to make little changes that will hopefully help you out, such as preparing for social events in advance and going to smaller social occasions as a way of practicing
Ngl, he’s probably a bit of a pushover in the beginning (letting you stay home when it’s probably unhealthy, letting you slack off because of very minor anxiety that you could probably deal with, etc), mainly because he doesn’t really know how your situation works and he doesn’t want to make things worse or make you
Eventually, he gets a hang of things, though, and he’s probably one of your go-to’s if you ever need help
Bonus points if you work as a Talon agent because, as the boss, Reaper can pull just about any string if you get into a situation that your anxiety doesn’t allow you to do, if you have superiors that don’t take your situation seriously, etc
Moira
Just being around Moira probably helps relax you, tbh
She has just
The strongest mix of “I don’t give a fuck” and “Don’t fuck with me” vibes, and most people choose to acknowledge those vibes
In most social situations that don’t include work, she usually just hangs out on the sidelines with a drinks and observes people and their behaviors, and doesn’t usually speak unless spoken to first
During work occasions, she’s generally the same way, but more irritated because she’s required to be there
Moira’s kind of a homebody, honestly
So, if you want a chill time and little interaction, just hanging out standing next to her is the ideal way to go
That being said
If you’re having a rough time, she’ll help you distract yourself with either idle conversation or some brain games that you won’t even notice were working to calm you down until you solved it
When she first found out, she probably inquired you about how your anxiety affects you personally, what you know works for you and what you know doesn’t, what medications/other remedies you work with if any, etc
It was originally purely out of curiosity, not really any interest in your well-being (and tbh, the whole thing was initially a little off-putting), but hearing the information caused it to naturally work its way into her interactions with you
Then, when she noticed you actually going to her for help or comfort, her interest became piqued and she began to actually make an effort
This doesn’t really have anything to do with anything, but she probably starts casually dabbling in anxiety medication creation, although she’d never think of making you her guinea pig
Sombra
She’s
Probably not the best person to go to for such things
She’s not a real big fan of feelings, especially heightened ones <’D
However, she definitely tries her best
The sister-friend
Gets frustrated sometimes, there’s arguments, but she does care and things usually end up working out okay
Her go-to to get you to relax when you’re at your most anxious is jokes and teasing and gossip about the other people present
Her goal is to make you snicker and forget that you’re in the same position the other people are
Kind of a they’re-in-this-bubble, we’re-in-this-bubble mentality
If you keep reminders for medication, etc on your electronic devices, she probably as a ping on them to keep an eye on you
If you don’t check off those reminders, you’ll get a Sombra surprise
AKA, her logo appearing and a sister-friend scolding phone call
Doomfist
He himself, like Moira, isn’t super social in most situations
If it’s a non-work event and not something important, he’d much rather just stay at home with a good book
So, if something’s not an obligation or something you really feel like doing, you’re welcome to hang out at his place instead
If it’s a work or special occasion, however, he’ll find friends and acquaintances to mingle with for a bit before finding a chill, quieter area to hang out for the rest of the time
If you ask him to, or prove to be particularly anxious at some event, he’ll hover around nearby just in case you need him
If you have something you really want to do but are too anxious to do so on your own, he’ll happily accompany you
He always seems to know if you’ve missed a therapy session or have gone a couple days without medication, and always pops in during those times to check it and help you work things back out
He literally always knows a secluded place to sneak away to, even if neither of you have been there before, if things ever get too overwhelming
Maximilien
What
How help do
How emotion do work
Asks if you’re doing okay and if you’ve been keeping up on your medications, therapy, any other things you know work for you
Usually over the phone because man’s busy
If you say yes, he tells you that’s good and that’s about all he’s got
If you say no, you get a light scolding but otherwise he’s not really sure how to handle it
Maybe he’ll politely suggest to send someone over to make sure you are keeping up on your routines
If you hit a certain milestone (x days without a panic attack, you did x new things this month, etc), however, you might receive a congratulatory gift in the mail
He’s cares, he just doesn’t know how to do it properly
love your work so much already!! :) could you do moira with a cheerful and loud reader please? thank you so much!
Finally, someone has requested my wiiife (well, one of them)! This was a tough one—hopefully it came out alright. Shouts out to Jimmy Dean. Enjoy! ☀️
Moira
Words: 1,107
Genre: Humor & Romance
Your girlfriend had been locked away in her lab for a week. Seven whole days without her kisses or science puns or that accent that made you all tingly.
Last you’d seen her, she was raving about the plausibility of a portable biotic healing system, fading all over the apartment with charts in-hand.
She cut a comic silhouette: neat red hair flying in 50 directions, impeccable white shirt stained with tea and ink, mad grin stretching her pink lips.
The two of you had been on the couch, enjoying your Sunday, when she turned to you with what you’d come to deem the “oh shit” smile. Moira went rigid, straightening as if the breakfast sandwich advertisement on TV held the answer to all her troubles.
Her fire-and-ice gaze glittered before she tugged you onto her lap for a deep, savage kiss. The suddenness caught you offguard—as did the scent of black tea, tobacco, and clove from her cologne. Moira was rarely outwardly affectionate, which was more than alright with you.
Your reputation as an omnic weapons specialist preceded you, which led to your recruitment by Talon. Apparently, that didn’t include your rather…exuberant personality. It’d been a rocky adjustment the first few months, especially with surly folks like Reyes, Lacroix, and Ogundimu.
In time, they adapted. Colomar dubbed you “Smiley.”
Reyes brought your favorite sweets whenever he needed a shotgun tuneup.
Ogundimu let you program confetti poppers in his hand cannon for birthdays.
You started dating Moira O'Deorain, pestering her with cheer until she agreed to grab tea with you. That was over a year ago.
Since then, she’d seduced you with her enigmatic kindness—genetically-altered flowers, little notes scribbled in Gaelic, tickets to your favorite industry conferences.
Even still, Moira was hardly expressive in her affection.
Should’ve known she was up to something, you thought, slinking through the R&D wing of Talon HQ with a feline smile on your face.
Right when she’d gotten you desperate, your hands straying to ruck up her tucked shirt, she’d struck.
“Gabh mo leithscéal, my love,” she whispered, breath hot against your ear.
Then she vanished in a wisp of purple smoke. It took you an hour’s worth of googling translations to figure out she’d told you “sorry,” and five seconds to figure out she’d abandoned you to chase her breakthrough in the lab.
Out of respect for the inconvenient nature of “eurekas,” you gave her a few days’ privacy. She’d done the same for you a handful of times, and clinging was the one way to diminish Moira’s patience.
Usually, she came back to you within 72 hours with your favorite takeout and a sheepish apology. The two of you would eat, binge the latest comedy series you’d started, and fuck before passing out.
Neither of you was foolish enough to promise it wouldn’t happen again.
But it’d been a week without your girlfriend and you were going to get her.
Despite your outrage, you knew better than to approach Moira in anger. She had a mean streak and wasn’t above cursing in Gaelic when she was pissed.
No, you had a better way of getting to her. You waited for the doors to part and stepped in.
Moira had her back to you, hand up to the light. A yellow orb bounced off the wall by your head, sterile scent of biotics trailing behind. A tendril snaked out to you, mended the scratch on your arm you got from a plasma canon experiment.
You remembered the breakfast sandwich commercial and the little sun logo. Suddenly it made sense.
“Oh Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun, won’t you bring my girl back to me,” you chirped, lacing an arm around her waist. She tensed, startled red eye glaring at you.
“She’s been gone, gone, gone away from me for an entire weeek…need I go on?”
Moira turned around, back against the lab table. Carefully, she extricated your hands from her waist.
“I see you’ve found me.” You heard the unsaid: “Why the hell are you here?”
Grinning, you got on your tippy toes and kissed her cheek. “I have. Turns out you’re not so good at avoiding me after all.”
“_______, I wasn’t avoiding you,” she sighed, softening slightly. Her eyes veered to the strategic v-neck you’d worn to the lab. Was it petty to win an argument by pairing your prettiest push-up bra and slightly transparent shirt? Yes.
Was it working? Also yes.
“Then you coincidentally happened to disappear from our apartment and you’re coincidentally wearing your spare lab clothes, and the chemical shower was coincidentally used recently?”
Moira blinked.
“Perhaps I should rephrase—I wasn’t intentionally staying away. But I had a breakthrough on this healing formula and I needed to write it down for my treatise before—”
You took her hands and slid them under your shirt.
“It’s okay,” you said, bright smile on your face as her lip quivered. You resisted the urge to press a kiss to it, aware affection was still new to her. “I know how it goes. But you could call me next time, Moi.“
She flinched.
“Don’t call—”
“Don’t call you that?” You dipped her hands into the hill of your bra, relishing the coolness of her withered hand with the warmth of her healthy one.
“Fine. But you’ve got to promise me one thing.”
“I don’t make promises,_______.“
“Then none of this for you,” you said, removing her hands from your skin. You weren’t sure whether it deprived you or her more, but her lofty glare crumbled into an adorable pout.
When she said nothing, you started up again: “Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun…”
“What are your terms?”
You placed a ginger kiss on her lips, smiling as she reeled you in and snaked her tongue against yours. Chuckling, you pulled away.
“First? You come back with me and take a shower.”
Moira hummed when you ran your fingers along her ribs.
“Then?” she husked, sultry look on her face.
“You buy me dinner, we relax on the couch, and you let me bring Butterscotch with us for the weekend.”
Something about your proposal must’ve resonated because Moira grinned, tired eyes lighting for just a moment. She gave you a single nod.
Delighted by the prospect of a night in, you unlocked the nearby cage, grabbed her Flemish Giant lab rabbit and waddled out of the lab. Nuzzling the soft fur, you chattered happily, blushing as Moira snuck sly glances at you.
At last, you asked her outright: “What?”
She wrapped an arm around your shoulder, kissed your head and patted Butterscotch.
Hello! your fanfics are pretty great, could you please make a fanfic of a rabbit reader and moira? Where moira notices the rabbit she's keeping is self-aware and possibly human? But the rabbit is aware enough to try and act like a normal rabbit to avoid experiments? (not a romantic relationship but like an owner and a pet?) Please and thank you!
hey there! i decided to write a minific because i’m actually a huge nerd for moira asks. i love writing her as intelligent, but a little insane, ya know? but enough of me rambling, i hope you enjoy!!
Moira O’Deorain
Moira stared at you. You stared back at her. It’s been like this for the past 2 weeks. She was waiting on you to move–do something to indicate that you were the sentient being she knew you were. While she wasn’t wrong in her assumption, you didn’t exactly want her to know that you knew you were more than just an ordinary rabbit. You’d seen the things she did to her colleagues. Imagine what’d she do to an animal.
She had no emotional connection to you, she just found you outside of the Talon base. She took you in as her pet, originally. She thought having a little companion would be cute and would help her retain some of her sanity that Sombra, Gabriel, and Akande stole. (honestly working with more than 1 offensive characters as a support is stressful) However, she noticed how you responded to her touches and coos. You’d lean into her hand, close your eyes and murmur as if you’re thanking her. To others, this would just be a sign that their rabbit likes being pet. Moira, however, knows it’s something more. She feels it.
“God dammit, do something!” she slammed her fist on the table. You jumped back, startled at her sudden burst of anger. “I’m not gonna kill you, I never kill things!” Gabe side eyed her as he walked passed the entryway. “I just.. move! Speak! Let me know you’re alive!”
You moved. Away from her. You weren’t to sure of where to go, you just wanted to get out of here. Gabe returned to the doorway with Sombra next to him, both eyeing you in concern and slight disappointment. Moira turned to them, and began yelling at them for entering her lab unauthorized. You took this as your chance to hop off of the table and slowly wander towards the door. You prayed you wouldn’t draw any attention to yourself, you just wanted your freedom again.
Just before you could reach the doorframe, two hands reached down and scooped your up. “…and this. Moira, it’s just a bunny! Why would it ever think about wanting anything more than food?” Sombra held you in her hands. She looked you in your eyes. You didn’t know if you wanted her to sense your fear or not. “I bet you didn’t even name it. You just wanted to have it as your new toy.”
“I did name it,” Moira folded her arms. “Specimen 306, also known as Charlie.”
Sombra bit her lip. A smile threatened to spread its way over her features, but she tried her best to keep her composure.
“What? Charlie is a good name for a rabbit.”
Gabe pinched the bridge of his nose, “That isn’t the point. It’s not healthy for you to obsess over something so…weird. You already do that anyways, but this is an innocent life form you want to work on, and–”
“Exactly! It knows it’s an innocent life form, can’t you tell?!” When their gazes settled on you, you tried your best to look bored or disinterested. You didn’t want them to think you were aware of yourself, too.
“Oh, I actually think you’re onto something..” Sombra lifted you up closer to her face. She looked into your eyes as if she were searching your soul. Your fear began to rekindle itself the longer she stared. “Yeah, mhm. I’ll tell her for you, little guy,” she nodded her head. “So, the rabbit agrees with me and Gabe. You’re fucking crazy, dude.” She cuddles you closer to your chest. You were still a little shaken up, unsure if she actually knew you were terrified of Moira.
“Shut up, Sombra. She might actually believe you,” Gabe said. You could hear him chuckling to himself at Moira’s angered expression.
“Get–get out of my laboratory. God, I thought getting a pet would ease my stress but both of you still somehow manage to drive me up a wall.” She pushes the pair out of the door and slammed the door shut. You could still hear her rambling to herself. Sombra and Gabe share a laugh before they walked back outside to set you down on the grass.
You turned to them a bit confused, they didn’t want to keep you?
“Yeah, this rabbit definitely isn’t sentient. It would’ve tried to escape days ago. Get going,” Gabe pushed you further out onto the grass. You looked at both of them one final time before you decided to hop your ass out of there. You definitely would not wander around this part of town anymore.
Maybe some soft yandere Moira who takes the reader in for their own protection please? The reader was a janitor in Talon but they had been bullied for a while until it went too far one day.
Moira found you in tears, sitting alone in the bathroom, crying non stop.
She knew why. You’ve been confiding in her recently about the Talon recruits that were rude. Calling you names. Body shaming you. It was hurtful. Especially when you couldn’t just run to Moira when you needed her the most. She was always so busy. And you felt embarrassed to show that you, the janitor, was in love with the Talon’s scientist.
Moira is silent, as she gently grabs your hand, pulling you up. You look up, seeing her and obeying, following Moira to her lab. You didn’t question it. Didn’t want to. Just her holding your hand was calming you down. Her slim fingers wrapped around yours felt warm and relaxing. You give her hand a squeeze, and she tugs you closer as you walk.
“No ones going to hurt you anymore.” Moira says, her voice was darker than usual. You wipe your tears as you step into her lab, following her as she guided you to a far room in the back.
“No one.” She repeats, “I’m not allowing it anymore. No ones going to even bother you anymore. You’ll just stay here, from now on. With me. Only me. You got that?”
With all the emotions still bubbling in your brain, you didn’t know how to react. Was she… was she prisoning you? Moira was acting different. Very protective. Possessive. You liked the feeling of stability and safety but staying here? In this bunker-like room in her lab? It felt a little surreal.
“I- Forever? I can’t leave?” You question her, and she just meets your eyes with a icy glare.
“Do you have a problem with that? You’re mine to protect. If anyone even dares to hurt you again, I’m make them regret every decision. Now rest. I’ll see you in the morning.”
You didn’t have time to protest. You didn’t have time to speak up as she shuts the door, locking it from the outside. You were hers. Only hers.
(Okay so, like, when I finished the first part of this and went to check my inbox I noticed that I TOTALLY MIFFED UP THE MF REQUEST...so imma just make this because 1. I should’ve just read the req again before I started writing 2. Because I’m still in the kissing Moira kinda mood and 3. I wrote the last part really gender suggestive ((unless you’re a sub Male and into that)) So my apologies, I’ll try not to make this mistake again; as it’s already happened two times)
•”Whe would have known that Sombra was great at giving fun relationship advice?” You remarked giddily as you waltzed around Moira’s empty lab.
•You laughed; you’re sneaky and you knew it. You’d managed to successfully sneak into Moira’s lab completely undetected. It was truly a challenging task, but you’d accomplished it just as successfully as you’d accomplished in taking Moira’s heart.
•Your celebration was cut short, however, when the familiar clicking of Moira’s footsteps boomed through the quietly laboratory.
•Thinking fast, you swiftly (and silently) snuck into the brand-new locker that was sitting behind Moira’s desk and adjusted your body so that you could see into the lab with ease.
•As if on queue, Moira rounded the corner. As smart as you were, you were no match for Moira’s senses. The woman instantly stopped once she crossed the threshold and looked around curiously and tiptoeing to her desk slowly and suspiciously as if she was trying not to disturb anyone.
•But sadly, as smart as Moira is, she was no match for the allure of the comfortable chair that smelled just like you. Moira relaxed once she’d taken a seat and began working.
•’Tsk, a fatal move...’ You thought to yourself as you quietly stepped out of the locker and began creeping up behind Moira; raising your arms up in anticipation to hold the woman down so you could finish your mission successfully.
•”Think fast!” You yelled as loud as you could as you wrapped your arms tightly around Moira; making the woman jump out of her skin and suck in a sharp gasp.
•It was a massacre, to say the least. You had quickly spun Moira around in her chair and raided her entire face with small kisses, leaving the woman with little to do but claw at your arms in hopes of escape.
•After the kiss barrage, you quickly booped Moira on the nose and took off running out of the lab; Laughing maniacally as Moira ran after you.
•”You won’t get away with this, (Y/n)!”
•”Why don’t you get over here and say it to my face?”
How does Moira react to giving the reader her first kiss?
Moira was sitting in her lab, writing out notes about her latest theory. She was too concentrated on her work that she didn’t notice you coming up beside her. Not until she would see you from her peripheral vision. Sighing she turned to face you, wondering what her significant other wanted.
“Yes de-“ she was cut off by you leaning in and kissing her on the lips. She was slightly shocked at first. Not being prepared for such a bold move, but kissed back nonetheless. Her lips were soft, yet slightly cold against yours.
Your hands were leaning against the arms of the chair. And when you were about to pull away, Moira grabbed you be the waist and back of neck and pulled you into her.
“I’m not finished yet.” she smirked and kissed you again. Gently sliding her tongue against your lips, asking permission.
You two began making out, with you on her lap, arms wrapped around her neck. Her work forgotten for the moment. Her hands began to wander around your waist, hips and lower back.
You began to nibble on her lips and she let out a small groan. Before returning the favor.
When you finally pulled apart, she looked at your red face.
“Now anything else, dear?” She asked and you shook your head.
“Can I stay here please? If I’m in the way I’ll leave,” you asked and she pecked your lips.
“You can stay,” she said. Letting you get more comfortable on her lap before returning to her work.
