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Okay I saw ur rant earlier on ur Instagram and lowkey this book sounds like trash, but it gave me a stupid idea that I might reflect on later and view as trash. Just hear me out on this AU.

So Henry Higgins is obviously a proud bachelor (and certified virgin), but one day he answers the door to see a random woman at his doorstep and she drops off this young boy at his house who she claims is his son. Apparently she says that had a one night stand 13 years back and he is the product of that hookup. Whether or not this is true, it doesn’t really matter cuz this boy apparently is headstrong in this belief that Henry is his father and he’s been eagerly awaiting the day he could meet him. He’s clearly not been raised in an affluent household but he’s also claimed to have studied his father’s work whenever he can and is clearly trying to put his best (albeit imperfect) posh accent possible.

Henry thinks this is stupid and doesn’t want to raise this boy, so he plans on shipping him off to boarding school, but Pickering convinces him to instead take the boy under his wing since he’s seems to have taught himself a thing or two about Linguistics, so he has potential. Also like, come on now, they can’t just abandon him like a dick. This boy holds and innocent and unconditional love for his supposed father and seems willing to learn whatever from him.

Henry reluctantly keeps the boy, and the rest of the story would follow Henry essentially taking on a new apprentice while also learning how to be an actually good parent and treat his son well. Pickering of course is the more level-headed guardian who naturally dares well with kids while he teaches Henry to eventually come around and show some appreciation to his son, even if his attempts at doing are awkward and prudish at first.

first of all, just to clarify, i am naturally a massive hater so my opinion’s 100% not god! the book is quite good in some respects. besides Henry Higgins’ Illegitimate Fucking Baby, i mostly DNFed it over its questionable handling of its trans character, and also the weird classist undertones and stereotypes that seemed to litter every other page. i’m sure it’s plenty of peoples’ cup of tea, just not mine!

second off, somehow i didn’t clock that we were insta moots until now... you’ve seen and heard WAY TOO MUCH. spray bottle /j

ASIDE FROM ALL THAT, THAT’S AN ADORABLE CONCEPT. it reminds me of @/freddy-eynsford-hills-cuck-chair‘s (i don’t wanna bug em with a tag lol, but if you’re reading this, hi!!!!) au about henry, eliza, and pick all raising a child together,,, i feel like it’d be so interesting for henry to have to deal with someone less mature than himself for once in his life. eliza was one thing but a preteen is, like, another kettle of fish… i think he would suck in objectively the funniest ways possible. i actually had an au in my brain where he and pickering were highschool teachers/uni lecturers because i love that trope to death, but i fear i can’t start talking about that because i Will Not Shut Up <\3

i know you put the kid at like 12ish, but the concept of Henry The Bad Dad dealing with a CHILD-child gripped me so fucking suddenly after reading this ask, so apologies that none of these shitty little doodles technically apply to the specific headcanon you mentioned. they were funny in my head </3 i hope you like em anyway. uno reverse, now you gotta hear ME out… see MY vision…!

Uhhhhh…I’m alright with it as long as Glitch keeps the rights……

Good ORV Analytics

I've come across many good analysis of ORV the past few years, and I can't pick which one to pin on my profile. If you're interested, check them out! Some of them may just be small excerpts of people's opinions, though :)

(This will be continually updated!) The Relationship Between Sooyoung, Dokja, and Joonghyuk; Self-Sacrifice As Their Love Language

Han Sooyoung and Kim Dokja's Relationship To The Apocalypse (short)

ORV's Epilogue (short)

Kim Dokja's Story Fragments (short)

Personal Intrepertation Of ORV (short)

TWSA and Kim Dokja

YooHanKim and Sooyoung's Importance (short)

Kim Dokja's Tragedy

Yoo Joonghyuk's Contradiction

Kim Dokja's Tendencies; The Thin Line Between Self-Sacrifical and Suicidal

Us As A Fragment Of Dokja (short)

Kim Dokja Is Fucked Up (short)

Dokja and Sooyoung's Special Bond (short)

Han Sooyoung's Paradox (short)

I'm well aware most of these analysis are only towards the trio of the novel.. I wish we can see more of the other characters :(

T h i s

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Destiny (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Osiris/Saint-14 (Destiny) Characters: Saint-14 (Destiny), Osiris (Destiny) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Touch-Starved, Grief/Mourning, First Kiss, Self-Destructive Tendencies, Caretaking, Trauma, Comfort, Trauma Recovery, Loss, slow-developing relationship, not in the fic but like in universe, Sometimes New Trauma Reignites Old Trauma!! Summary:

Sometimes you need to be with the only person you’d feel safe to break down around, even if you never have. In the immediate wake of Sagira’s death, Osiris comes to find Saint in the City. POV Saint-14.

wrote this because i made a fic-writing pact with @hencegoodfortune

i have never destined a knee in my life but i am care about sad bird boys

read here or on AO3

Saint had never thought the sight of Osiris would strike dread into his heart. But there was something completely wrong with the sharp-soft-fluid outline of his gleaming helm, his cowl’s feathery tresses and the flowing robes. His posture remained as impeccable as always as he strode through the echoing Tower hangar. Yet something troubled the lines of him. It was as if each exposed surface were on the verge of collapsing inward on a vacuum, and the only thing preventing it was the sheer force of his considerable will. Saint had never seen him like this. A cold feeling ran through his body as if injected directly into the ducts of his circulatory ichor.

“Osiris,” he whispered, even though they were not yet within earshot. Saint trotted out on restless feet from the shadow of the Gray Pigeon to meet him. They drew together at the end of the long sun-emblazoned rug that sprawled before his ship. Saint could not help but begin to reach for Osiris, but he stopped when he saw the man’s unresponsive stiffness.

“Hello, Saint,” he said shortly. He crossed his arms. Only a stripe of his upper face showed between his helm and his mask. The lines around his eyes had gone flat and the ones between his brows had deepened.

“What is wrong?”

“Take your pick. This time? The Hive.”

“No. What is wrong?”

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