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By the Progenitor! by Ana
Fandom: ANDROMEDA
Pairing: Tyr/Harper
Author on LJ:
ana_grrl
Author Website: Ana's Fiction
Why this must be read: Written for the 'Wake Up Gay!' challenge, By the Progenitor! is unashamedly silly, and I love it for that. Take one character whose entire race places reproduction above all other things, and turn him gay. Then stir in a handful of flaming clichés and you have something that never fails to make me grin.
By the Progenitor!
Pairing: Tyr/Harper
Author on LJ:
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Author Website: Ana's Fiction
Why this must be read: Written for the 'Wake Up Gay!' challenge, By the Progenitor! is unashamedly silly, and I love it for that. Take one character whose entire race places reproduction above all other things, and turn him gay. Then stir in a handful of flaming clichés and you have something that never fails to make me grin.
Waking up, he rolled out of the bed. It was no wonder he always got up so quickly. The sheets were rough and inhospitable. How was he ever going to get a mate if he didn't pay attention to the tiny details? As he pulled on his morning exercise clothes, he made a mental note to get better bed linens from ship's stores. Maybe something in a nicer colour too. A dark, slippery blue would set off his skin tone perfectly.
He headed for the gym, prepared for cardio followed by working on his upper body strength. Somehow, the corridors seemed brighter. Had Dylan adjusted the ambient brightness? It seemed like a waste of energy resources, but he couldn't bring himself to get worked up about it right now.
Entering the gym, he caught a glimpse of himself in the conveniently placed mirror. Even in these hideous exercise clothes, he looked fantastic. He was prime example of Nietzschean genetic superiority. Squinting, he leaned forward. He was fantastic, but his biceps could use just a little more definition.
With one last backwards glance at himself and his great ass, he got down to work.
By the Progenitor!