You couldn't do a straightforward Human Nature plot set in the 12th Doctor era bc if 12 got fobwatched Clara would immediately steal his identity. Missy would also steal his identity. Absolutely insane Doctorfication possibilities.
Also, 12's forgotten memories canonically manifest as songs AND he's faceblind, so he wouldn't even have a dramatic dream journal full of half-remembered portraits, he'd just be hanging out in his university office shredding guitar solos while Bill (who he just met) is like "Wow, sick riff Professor Smith!" and he's like "Thanks, it's called I Dreamt I Rode a Dinosaur."
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Summary: In which, you blow your gasket at the Senate of Briar Valley.
“How dare you!”
Stop it.
You wanted to scream. Your words were stuck in your throat.
How dare they?
“You dare taint the Draconia bloodline!”
Enough.
Damn it. You couldn’t breathe. You were angry. The pressure in your chest increased.
“You pathetic-”
“STOP!”
You were breathing heavily as you stepped forward.
You could tell Silver, Sebek, and Grim were shocked from the corner of your eye.
Lilia looked at you in surprise. Baby Malleus tilted his head.
“How dare-”
“Shut the fuck up. What do you know?! You know nothing about Lilia and Malleus!”
You stepped towards the floating spirits.
They seemed to falter in the presence of your anger.
“How dare you talk about Lilia in such a way! You have done nothing! He did everything in his power to find a way for Malleus to hatch. You didn’t even try! You gave up!”
Your clenched hands started to bleed.
“Lilia loves that boy to pieces and you dare demean him. He has shown more love to that egg than any of you ever did! You don’t deserve either of them!”
Silence.
Except for your ragged breathing.
Then.
Laughter resounded the area.
Everyone tensed.
“Well said, Child of Man.”
Malleus had shown up.
You could hear Lilia’s confusion as Silver and Sebek stepped forward. Grim ran right in front of you.
But all you can do was stare at Malleus and your heart ached, knowing the suffering he went through.
“These fools will pay. How dare they hide the truth from me.”
Malleus turned to you. His eyes were gentle.
He raised his hand towards you, “Now, take my hand YN.”
You were startled; Grim clutched at your clothes.
“I’ll show you a happy ending. What would you like? A dream in which we are all happy? You are such a pure soul, so loving and giving.”
Malleus beckoned, “It will be alright now. I’ll take care of everything.”
You looked at Malleus’ offered hand.
Then made your decision.
Oh wow, look at that ending~
I love you ☺️💚🫶
[part 2/Lilia’s route]
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You Look Lonely
Inspired by this iconic scene.
When Jason was with the League, he'd thought he'd spotted something lingering above the pits sometimes. Then again, he'd also been hopped up into a mad rage by nasty death water, so his memory wasn't credible by any means.
But after a particularly bad day, as Jason just sits in front of the Pits looking at his reflection, he looks up.
"Hello, handsome."
Gorgeous eyes looking down, freckles dotting the skin. White hair gracefully flowing, a playful smile directed at him.
"What a day, hm? You look lonely..."
A warm bubbly feeling sprouts in his chest. Like if pit rage had a distant cousin.
"I can fix that."
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Husk: *walks into the parlor, ignoring everyone*
Angel: So baby, how was your day?
Husk: *picks up an onion and bites into it, staring at Angel* Hell.
Sir Pentious, watching this unfold from his seat: *whispers* Who hurt you?
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