First off, Danny was stuck cleaning the lab by himself the day of the Portal accident. He sets off the half built portal like in the original timeline, but the portal can't stabilize and destroys Fenton works.
Danny is in a coma. Meanwhile, the Fentons are investigated and charged.
Vlad is busy with his own business, having never reconnected with the Fentons, so he isn't under consideration as a guardian.
Jazz is placed in the Foster system, looking to get emancipated as quickly as possible, and essentially cut off from Danny.
Ver.1 : capitano/thrain and pierro probably were the closest to ronova!mc and heard what she said, ending up even more pissed off at the heavenly principals.
The traveler and paimon would probably end up wanting to fight the heavenly principals/ the primordial one, the moment they find out 'Runa' is actually The shade of death, ronova!mc.
Ver.2 : Pierro keeps ronova!mc in a room only he, thrain and the tsaritsa have a key too.Pierro is trying to find a way to get ronova!mc to wake up.
Dottore is banned from going to the area of the Zapolyarny Palace in which ronova!mc is in , the guards ( which pierro put there) are allowed to fight him if he tries to get in the room.
How do you think the archons ,the other shades, Neuvillette and Apep would react to learning that ronova!mc was fighting the heavenly principals about cursing the people of khaenri'ah and her amnesia ( ver.1) and that she was in a coma( ver.2)?
Ver. one: Yeah papa bear Pierro ans uncle Thrain/Capitano definitely felt unholy rage when they heard Ronova!MC's words, and only felt MORE rage and despair when she faded away...
And yeah, the moment Traveler and Paimon learn the truth, if didn't have beef with the HP before, they definitely have beef with them now!
Saying that, I can't help but wonder if they learn the truth via Venti. I say him cause Isatroth might've warn him about her baby sister reappearing and asked him to go check on her.
So yeah, he would probably be the one to reveal the truth, while also joining the 'Ronova!MC protection squad'. That was his aunt! His hurt aunt!
Ver. two: Why do I see Dottore still trying to get to her even when told NO by not only Pierro, Capitano, and even the Tsaritsa herself?
That girl was a Shade! Imagine all they could learn and power that could be gained if he studied her? Experimented on her-
Cue either Pierro or Capi punching Dottore in the face.
Now, for Neuvillette and Apep's reactions I kinda imagine they would be somewhat similar either route, but I think route one is easier to work with in this case.
Uh, to start off with, a quick hc on how Neuvi and Apep originally viewed Ronova!MC.
Basically, back when Nibelung was still around... they consider the youngest shade a literal hatchling. She was just so SMALL compared to her older sisters none of the Sovereigns could really bring themselves to hate her.
Even if she was the shade of death, Neuvillette would still recall a tiny baby shade Ronova!MC toddling up to him, calling his scales "pwetty!".
So saying that, once Neuvi and Apep meet a now older but covered in scars and memoryless Ronova!MC, they would be very concern!
Neuvi and Apep when they see Ronova!MC: *concerned dragon noises. VERY concern deagon noises!*
Dawn had ditched Spike the second her beeper had gone off, because she knew it meant she was awake.
She hadn't doubted her sister, if Faith could wake up from a coma then so could she, but as the months passed she had feared it might be more than that.
Not anymore.
And she couldn't care less that Spike was mad at her for running off, because she knew in a moment he would forget all about it.
"Spike, look..." she gave Buffy space, waiting for her sister to get used to the house lights again - she hadn't talked much, she had said her body hurt and she clearly felt dazed in some way, but it was still Buffy, real Buffy.
Buffy looked at Spike, her thoughts becoming clearer once again; she kept losing words and getting confused, but was relieved to be home, and it felt strangely comforting to see the vampire who had sworn to protect her sister be there, watching after Dawn even now.
They went to the couches, her movements slow and careful, her face morphing into a pained look as she sat down. God, she was sore. Worse than after any fight, really, and her head was starting to hurt more as she searched for real memories among all those dreams and nightmares that had kept her busy for months.
Spike was really there, too.
"I know... I know what you did." She spoke quietly, and knew right away that wasn't enough information. Any other day, one would think it an accusation. "... for Dawn. All these months..." Dawnie had been so touched when filling her in with details about how Spike had been there practically every evening, playing games or watching tv, making sure she was never alone.
But it wasn't just that - all those little gifts in her hospital room, he had clearly visited her just as much, even though she was unconscious. Even though he was a vampire, and she was never meant to wake up, and they didn't owe each other anything. He could and should have left, instead of keeping a promise that was really only meant to last until Glory was defeated.
Thinking about my ISAT Au's and how like all of the worldbuilding for them is shared, and man there's sm of it that I just can't fit into the main fics but am absolutely obsessed with, so the solution is to yap about the worldbuilding here!!
The part on my mind today is the islands weaponry, specifically Obsidian weaponry.
Basically, the island used obsidian to craft all their blades and arrows. Obsidian is insanely sharp, but also incredibly fragile, since it's glass, so usually, it's not a good weapon. However! Obsidian is incredibly abundant on the islands, much more so than any metals. Thus, the people there learned how to fuse craft into the Obsidian while forging the weapons, making the Obsidian as durable as metal. However, because Obsidian weapons rely on craft and special craft based methods to be durable, only strong craft users can feasibly weild them, and ofc, when the island disappeared, Obsidian weapons became obsolete, since only weapon smith's from the island could create them, and most had disappeared along with the Island.
Siffrin, however, possesses an Obsidian dagger, gifted from his father, a former soldier for the Island. They may not remember anything on how to specifically weild Obsidian daggers, or where they got it from, but in Siffrins' hands, the dagger is sharp, precise, and powerful, as if forged specifically for their craft capabilities.
thank you for answering!! immensely looking forward to coma AU, that sounds like such a... well i don't know if they're having a good time. but i will. i hope you have fun with it!
I am having a ton of fun with it! Let me reward your curiosity with a chunk from the end of chapter one, nonny :))
This wasn’t Randy’s first time saying goodbye to a patient – far from it. Still, this was the first one that felt like it was an honest to God shame, more than anything.
Randy sat down on the guest chair, pulling it closer to the bed. For lack of something to do, he adjusted the photos and the birthday card on Matt’s bedside table. Then he stopped, because the act made him feel even more sad.
“Feeding tube’s been withdrawn,” Nicole said, muttering to herself as she read out the checklist. She glanced up at Randy. “What about the catheter?”
“I’ll remove it post mortem,” Randy said hoarsely.
Nicole shook her head. “I’ll do that.”
Roxanne entered the room, leaning against the back wall. She cleared her throat. Nicole and Randy both looked up.
“The family hasn’t requested any clergy present,” Roxanne said. “But we’ve been given the go ahead to administer morphine.”
“Organ donor?” Nicole asked. Roxanne shook her head.
Randy placed his hand in Matt’s. It was warm, soft and limp.
Randy gave it a little squeeze.
Nicole adjusted the port in Matt’s arm. She picked up the syringe she had ready, her face expressionless.
“Administering morphine,” she said.
Randy felt Matt’s hand spasm. He looked down, frowning. “Um.”
“Alright, removing the ventilator,” Nicole
Randy took a deep breath in. He ran a thumb over Matt’s knuckles. This part would hurt. This part necessitated the morphine, to begin with.
Nicole unhooked the tubes from Matt’s nose. Immediately, the wheezing started.
With his spare hand, Randy reached up to stroke Matt’s forehead. Whatever discomfort he could soothe away manually, he would try. Matt didn’t deserve to suffer. He’d already been forced to carry on long after his body would have liked to give out on its own.
The heart rate monitor beeped erratically. After a minute, it told the three of them that Matt was coding. None of them said anything. They had gone from caregivers to silent witnesses.
The line stretched out flat, yawning on forever. That was it. It was done.
Nicole documented what had just taken place. “Time of death, nine-oh-four am –”
Matt gasped, sitting up.
All three of them jumped. The heart rate monitor leapt back to life, beeping out a fast, staccato heart rate.
Randy scrambled back as far as he could. Matt clung to Randy’s hand with surprising strength, keeping Randy in place.
Matt hacked up a cough, folding in on himself. His breath wheezed in and out of his lungs. After a long minute, he opened his eyes, blinking back tears.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
Nicole – steady, sturdy Nicole – sank to the floor. It took Randy a beat to realize she’d fainted. The world had gone fuzzy at the edges, narrowing to the young man keeping Randy’s hand captive in a vice-like grip.
Matt glanced down at her. He made a bemused sound.
“That’s wha’ ya get,” he coughed. “That’s whatcha get.”
Matt listed into Randy’s chest. The contact was enough to make Randy come back to himself, to remember he was a professional, doing a job.
“Matt?” Randy asked, his brow furrowed. “Matt, can you hear me?”
Matt tipped his head back. He blinked up at Randy with long eyelashes, heavy lids and dark blue eyes.
“Yeah,” Matt slurred. “Yeah, coffee breath, I c’n hear you.”
A laugh escaped Randy’s mouth unbidden. He clamped a hand over it, all too aware it was hysterical.
“S’fucking good to see you,” Matt said, resting his head on Randy’s shoulder. His eyes drifted shut. “Missed you. Missed you so much.”
Randy’s smile died on his lips. He blinked down at the young man using him as a pillow.
No answers came. Matt’s breathing deepened, easy and restful.
Chuckles will keep her company and talk to her for hours until he falls asleep.
They didn't put the flowers there, they just started blossoming from her after a couple of days and no one knows why. She's dead but only in the way that a phone would be dead from low battery. Like it can be revived in theory but until then its dead.
Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane)
Rating: M
C/W: Modern AU, Surgeon Silco, Sweet men being sweet to each other
Silco as a highly specialised surgeon -- but he has a reputation for being a bastard and no one likes him.
He might be a bastard on purpose to ensure no one tries to get close to him because of past experiences with Vander, who he went to medical school with.
But he's just too good to be sacked.
Meanwhile, Viktor is a coma patient. But no one can figure out why the fuck he's in a coma. It's been a long time since he was brought in.... and he's never had visitors.
Silco getting coffee spilled all over him at the end of his shift, and having to go into the bathroom to try to wash it out of his shirt.
As he comes out of the bathroom, his shirt sopping in a big circle across his middle, he overhears a few nurses tutting about a poor thing, and so handsome too.
He looks up and is about to scold them.....and that's when he sees Viktor, pale and unmoving except for the rise and fall of his chest, but still...beautiful.
Silco spends several moments staring before remembering himself and scolding the nurses.
Silco doesn't know why he finds himself sitting in the chair by the boy's bed after his shift the next day, even though he's bone-tired and starving.
He doesn't know why he keeps coming back.
Why he looks at the chart
Or the visitors log (Which is empty)
He doesn't know why he bought a bouquet of flowers to brighten up the room
And he most certainly doesn't know why he starts bloody talking
Just about his shift that day at first. Somehow that leads to talking about his colleagues....and then medical school.....and then Vander
And he doesn't know why he talks about all this. He's never spoken about Vander to anyone.
Maybe its because Viktor is in a coma and can't talk back. Can't tell him it was his fault or that he must have provoked Vander in some way.
Silco developing a weird one-sided affection for the patient. Starts to look forward to seeing him after his shifts, even if sometimes he ends up dozing in the chair because he's exhausted.
Silco is not sure when he starts to be slightly nicer to his colleagues. Nor when he starts to wonder if Viktor would disapprove of him being a bastard
Eventually after months and months of talking, Silco comes in one day and finds Viktor's room much more active and all the nurses stare at him as he walks over.
He stands in the doorway and waits as a nurse stands over Viktor's bedside, checking his vitals and once she moves out of the way, Viktor's eyes--his open eyes, even more beautiful than Silco expected--fall on him and Viktor's lips twist slightly for a moment in a smile before he reaches for the small whiteboard and marker they've provided for him as his throat heals from the tubes.
"Silco?" Is the only word on the board when he turns it around, eyes wide
Silco wants to say Yes but the word catches in his throat.
So he nods.
And Viktor's eyes tear up as he erases the board. Next thing he flashes at Silco is:
Heard You.
Silco finds out Viktor has been asking for him since he woke up.
That makes Silco swallow hard.
Doesn't know why he's suddenly terrified when he's already bared his soul to Viktor
Viktor reaching a hand towards him, curling his fingers in invitation.
Silco can't help but come over when he sees the pleading look in Viktor's eyes
Silco letting out a breath as Viktor assures himself that this is real, that he is awake, by running his fingers over Silco -- clothes and then skin and then scars as Silco settles on the edge of the bed.
Viktor lingers over the scars for several long moments
And then writes on his board: Not Your Fault
Silco's eyes tear up at that and it's the first time in a long time he's really smiled
Silco staring at Viktor, terrified and relieved and in love, and whispering "I want to kiss you" as the nurses get distracted.
And Viktor just nods
Its chaste and awkward, but Silco can't help but shiver all the same. Its the first time he's been this close, this intimate, with someone in years
Viktor beaming every time Silco comes to see him now that's awake, even stealing a few precious minutes between surgeries to give Viktor a a kiss and run his fingers through his hair
Murmur a promise that he'll be back after his shift
The day Viktor is cleared to leave the hospital, Silco's heart pounds because of the way Viktor looks at him
When Viktor first wakes up, he asks why Silco stays. He knows nothing about Viktor and even he doesn't remember much.
Silco just says "you believed me and my story and that tells me enough to know what kind of person you are"
"Why wouldn't I believe you?"
"The judge didn't"
That makes Viktor go quiet. But there's a quiet anger in him.
"They should have."
It takes a while for Viktor to recover and his leg is never quite the same from the atrophy but, once he is released, Silco takes him directly to McDonald's because it's the thing he's been craving the most.
Viktor moans around a big mac because it tastes so good after months of hospital food
Silco has to focus very hard on his mcflurry (the only thing on the menu that vaguely appealed to him) because Viktor's moan made him consider hearing it elsewhere.
Downside of being in a coma for so long is learning that the rental contract Viktor had on an apartment has lapsed and he has nowhere to fricking live, and now has an enormous medical bill on his shoulders. His landlord at least put his possessions in a storage unit....but Viktor has to pay them back for that too
Silco offers to let him stay in the spare room in his small suburban house.
But Viktor's like "You've been so kind to me already; I couldn't impose."
It had been a week since The Lamb had been summoned to The Gateway in the aftermath of Shamura’s death.
A week since The One Wh-… since Narinder had ordered them to kneel.
A week since they refused.
A week since they won.
A week since…
Since they had returned to the cult, bloody and victorious over their former patron, only to find him at the centre of a concerned crowd by the Indoctrination Circle.
Comatose.
The Lamb methodically tucked the blanket securely around Narinder’s still form. The only sign of life being the rise and fall of his thin chest. Whether the thinness was a sign of his former role as Death or due to his long imprisonment, the Lamb wasn’t sure but it was something of concern.
As was the gaunt look to his wrist, scarred and furless, with long oozing sores up his forearms.
“Oh, what am I going to do with you?” The Lamb murmured softly as they smoothed out the blanket.
While not entirely sure why Narinder had fallen into a coma, the Lamb suspected it might have been related to the shock of becoming mortal.
The wounds that were so easily shrugged off as a god were fatal to any mortal.
“I don’t know why I spared you. You demanded so much of me and took everything else. Maybe it was pity. Maybe I am just a coward like you said. Or perhaps I’m just tired of all the bloodshed. So many of us have died, mortal and divine and for what?” They soothed another fake wrinkle in the blanket.
They did not regret killing the Bishops. How could they when the four had stolen their entire people from them? The Genocide had started before they had been born and thus any chance of them knowing what it was like to be a Lamb, to know their culture, their heritage, was destroyed before it began. The fanaticism had extended to any who would show a lamb any form of mercy or those who tried to preserve anything of lamb culture.
The zealotry had even begun to affect other species as the number of lambs dwindled. Goats, antelopes, deer, bison, cattle, even llamas, all became rarer towards the end.
Cats, black ones especially, were also affected, being considered an ill omen and too many cats considered themselves allies of lambs to allow such brutality.
And for what?
The prophesised inevitable had finally come to pass. Five became Four became Three became Two became One became…
Nothing.
The Lamb began to gather the old, ichor-stained bandages they had replaced and threw them into a bowl. Cloths they had used to wipe Narinder down followed. The old bedding was thrown by the door, ready to be washed. They refused to allow anyone else care for him with only the healers being allowed to watch over him while they performed their duties away from his bedside.
An act of devotion, penitence and safeguard all rolled into one.
“It’s funny. I thought we’d do all sorts of things once you were free. I wanted to stay by your side. I wanted to show you my favourite fishing spot by the docks and show you where I picked all those camellias in the Darkwood. I wanted to make you my favourite meal.” They were quiet for a moment. “I wanted to know if I meant as much to you as you did to me. Even if I didn’t, I hoped you let me stay. I would’ve given anything, you know, but after everything I’d done for you, after all I had given, you just had to ask for the one thing I couldn’t do.”
The Lamb sat on the floor by the bed and rested their head on the cover, watching his face for even the smallest of reactions.
“If you hadn’t demanded that... If you had found another way… Would you have let me stay?”
Nothing.
Just the rise and fall of the thin chest.
Just as it had been for a week.
Just as it would be for a long time yet.
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Everyone: Narinder is pissed and tries to assassinate the Lamb when he's indoctrinated.
Me: What if he's comatose tho?
AU where the shock of becoming mortal after being imprisoned for so long causes Narinder's body to be so overwhelmed that he falls into a coma immediately upon arrival to the cult.
The Lamb, while feeling betrayed yet still devoted, decides to personally care for Narinder while he's comatose.
Rumours spread about the mysterious comatose new recruit and how the Lamb spends every moment they aren't caring for the Cult with him.
Some think something happened their leader blames themself for.
Others think it's out of duty and safeguarding since he's technically not been indoctrinated yet.
One very persistent rumour insists that the mystery person is actually the Lamb's lover who was hurt and now they cannot bear to part from his side.
Even when the Mystic Seller commands them to free the Bishops, the Lamb is slow to do so until it offers to help Narinder heal.
With every freed bishop, the stronger Narinder becomes.
Aym and Baal are resurrected and are the only ones allowed to help with Narinder while the Lamb frees the bishops. The only ones they can trust with Narinder.
The Lamb continues to talk to Narinder throughout everything about everything. All of their hopes and fears and plans are laid bare to him. Their feelings too.
(Maybe the bishops also talk to him. Quietly and on the rare moments that the Lamb isn't hovering by his side. Their own form of confessional.)
However, no one has any idea that Narinder can hear every word.
