Simon leads the taskforce space station responsible for the training of humans into proper inferiors to them. He's part human because his mother was human—a well known ritual by Aliens to mate with the inferior species to get offspring including intellectual of both.
Not to mention his mother went back to serve in some station and probably died, he doesn't know, he wasn't raised to find that out.
Enters you. Rebellious. Troublesome. Being deported from another station because you almost escaped.
There's a huge debt on you, and hard labour for your entire life.
Ofcourse you take immense pleasure getting on Lieutenet nerves. Staring back in his inhuman, soulless eyes in defiance.
And ofcourse, Simon knows whom he's gonna take for the ritual. Fuck his load deep into your womb and make his heir.
But would be able to discard you like Aliens are supposed to, or will you be his queen ruling the human heart meat beating inside him?
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Okay so with the line "the olive tree where we first met" we have two equal hilarious options.
When penelope was sassily like oh I'll marry you if you make a living bed out of this tree right here! Cue penelope stumbling over odysseus very very carefully digging up the tree "because how else is he going to get it to itacha we can't have a wedding bed out in the open in sparta duh"
Or
2. Penelope, knowing that Helen's suitors would soon be arriving to take over her home for a while. Snuck out and went on her own wacky shenanigan filled journey where she scoped out all the major players. Odysseus caught her spying in an olive tree. And when she got back she told Helen she had dibs on the cutie from itacha.
Last year I shared my future Omi design idea where I would say he’s a newly promoted Dragon around 19ish and, in that, I mentioned he’s got about a 25% chance of going Heylin.
Well, here is an even further in the future Omi with that 25% chance taking hold~ (and also how I imagine Omi to ultimately end up)
I don’t know. I’ve just been in a drawing mood today. Expect the other monks at some point for the fun of it.
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The gunman enters the OR where Lexie and Lena are both assisting in an emergency surgery. The lead attending freaks out and runs, only to be shot in the back as he flees. Lena immediately launches into action, plunging her hands into the patient's chest cavity to start plugging the bleeding that starts to spurt. Lexie is right behind her, manning the suction that Lena had been forced to abandon.
The gunman levels the gun at Lena, who remains utterly steady. "Shoot me, and this patient dies."
Lexie looks up and finally gets a good look at the man's face, and is unable to stifle her gasp.
"Mr. Clark..."
Clark looks at her sharply, as does Lena. She recognizes the name from the countless conversations they had following the death of the man's wife. And in the same instant that Clark recognizes Lexie behind her mask, Lena understands who the man is there to kill.
Before Lexie can retract her hands from the patient's chest, Lena subtly grasps her girlfriend's fingers and puts them where her own had been pinching an artery shut. Lexie pinches out of reflex, and locks her hands in place even as Mr. Clark swivels the gun towards her.
Before either of them can react, Lena grips the nearest scalpel and sweeps her arm out, slicing Mr. Clark's carotid artery in a single vicious swipe. Blood sprays across Lena's face and eyes, but she does not flinch. Clark drops the gun to clutch at his throat, gurgling for a moment before he collapses in a pool of his own blood.
Hands lifting to maintain a sterile field that no longer exists, Lena turns back to the patient and the team of residents and nurses staring at her with horrified expressions. She carefully deposits her scalpel on the discard tray, Lena nods towards the patient.
"We need to get the patient stable and closed up as soon as possible." Lena locks eyes with Lexie. "Dr. Grey, you are now responsible for this patient. I will advise as I am able, but I can no longer operate due to possible blood contamination."
"B-but-- I, I've never--"
"Lexie."
Lexie falls silent, staring with wide, terrified eyes. Lena holds her gaze, nodding solemnly.
"You can do this," Lena tells her. "And I will be right here, until you're done."
Taking a quaking breath, Lexie swallows. "Together?" she asks.
"Together."
And there the SWAT team finds them over an hour later, patient stitched up and stable, the OR staff preparing to wheel him up to recovery. When the police relax, Lena-- bloody, gloved hands still lifted before her-- nods towards Clark's body.
"There's your shooter. I severed his carotid artery with a ten-blade." She turns slightly to speak to Lexie. "Get the patient to recovery and start immediate blood exposure protocol. And send someone down to collect blood samples from Mr. Clark for blood panel. We need to know if he's carrying any bloodborne pathogens."
Lexie gives a silent nod, still shaken but calm. "Okay. I'll come find you."
"No," Lena says sharply. "I'll find you."
Lexie's eyes bounce between Lena and the SWAT team.
"I'll probably be a while," Lena elaborates.
"Okay," Lexie nods. She resumes pushing the gurney from the OR, only to pause when Lena calls after her. "Yeah?"
"Call my mother?" Lena asks, her voice cracking for the first time.
It's clear to everyone in the room that Lexie is an inch from abandoning the gurney and returning to Lena. But she manages to retain her composure, and offers a final nod.
