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Fandom: Star Trek : Strange New Worlds Pairing: Hemmer x Counselor! fem! Reader Words: 3.9K Warnings: A bit of swearing Summary: They had an agreement that everytime Chris sent a very attractive person to the counselor office, he would warn her beforehand. Apparently they have a different understanding of attractive A/N: Don't take this too seriously. Also, I just watched the first three episodes of season 1 so if anything is not fitting with canon, forget it
@bigblissandlove1 I don't know if you have seen Strage New Worlds yet, so I just did it
Chris didn't know why or how he had done it this time, but he had fucked up, which he was more than aware of as he walked down the corridor.
To be honest, he wasn't really used to being ordered to a person, as this was mostly his job. Of course, M'Benga had called him to sickbay several times and a few times he had been called to the engine room, but he had usually known what the problem was.
Now, however, on his way to the counsellor's office, he had no idea what he had done. All he knew was that she had sounded anything but happy with him, which was reason enough to run in the opposite direction and hope that she would not find him.
He stopped in front of her door and took another deep breath before pressing the button and waiting. Moments later, the doors slid aside and Chris hesitantly entered.
She was already waiting for him. Instead of a blue uniform top, she wore a blue uniform jacket over a black top and leaned against her desk with her arms folded and a falsely sweet smile that was enough to send a shiver down his spine.
"You wanted to see me?"
For a long time she remained silent and simply looked at him, which slowly caused him to turn under her gaze.
Sedately, she sat down on the edge of her table and crossed her legs. "Can I ask you something, Christopher?"
Oh he had screwed up so badly. A bead of fear sweat ran down the back of his neck.
'Christopher' was reluctantly used by her, only when she had to lecture him.
Actually he didn't really want to answer her, however he knew he couldn't escape his end.
"Yes?"
She jutted her chin. "You remember that agreement we made years ago in that dodgy bar."
Slowly the nervousness faded and gave way to confusion. Of course he remembered that agreement, after all she had even insisted on writing it down and having them both sign it "Yes."
"Do me a favour and tell me again what it was about."
Chris blushed slightly. He wasn't embarrassed, but they were working and it really didn't belong there.
"Is this really necessary?"
"Christopher."
"Okay." He raised his hands defensively.
"We decided that in case I had a ... slightly late night and showed up late for duty, you would cover for me."
He wasn't particularly proud of having made this agreement and felt bad that they were thus indirectly exploiting her medical authority, however it had been useful to him too many times for the shame to be too great.
"Right." She propped her chin on her hand as her eyes bored into his. "And what was the other part of that deal?"
Chris sighed. "That in case I ever sent a, and I quote, 'to-die-for Adonis-like person' to you, I'd give you advance notice."
"Very well." She regarded him eagle-eyed and stood up slowly, causing him to take a step back. "And tell me, Christopher, have I ever left you hanging? Have I ever failed to keep my end of this bargain?"
Slowly he shook his head. Nervousness had now completely given way to confusion. "Not as far as I know."
Her forced smile disappeared and turned into an angry grimace. "And what, then, gives you the fucking right to not hold up your end?!"
"Woah!" He threw his hands up defensively again. "I don't know what you're talking about! I've always given a warning."
"Except today!"
"Today?"
"Yes, today! The day I wore that crumpled uniform from the back corner of my closet and my hair just looks unwashed and messy."
Chris took a step back. "I think there's been a misunderstanding. I definitely didn't send an Aphrodite or an Adonis to you."
"Of course you did!" Her face darkened with the blood rushing to her face in excitement.
"The only person I sent because he was new was Lieutenant Hemmer. Otherwise I ... oh." He saw her avoid his gaze and a smirk climbed his lips.
"Oh."
"Shut up."
She turned, though it was now up to Chris not to give in.
"Really now? Hemmer? You're not joking, are you?"
"Do I look like I'm joking," she hissed back, causing his grin to grow even wider. He settled down on the couch. "Oh heavens, you're serious." He laughed out. "Who'd have thought our new chief engineer had it in him like that."
Chris bit his tongue to suppress the grin. "I'm afraid you and I have a different picture of Adonis after all, don't we? No offence to the Lieutenant
With a frustrated groan, she dropped down beside him. "I hate you." He put an arm around her shoulder. "No you don't. But really now, all kidding aside, was it that bad? I didn't think Hemmer could do it to you that bad."
There was a reason they had made this agreement. She was, always had been actually, incredibly nervous around people she found attractive.
The more she found herself attracted to them, the worse, which was why Chris had let her know every time there was a possible candidate who might catch her attention, so that her professionalism wouldn't be questioned.
So far, though, it had only really been necessary once, and Chris really hadn't thought Hemmer was her type. Her partners, male, female and everything in between, had so far been ... different.
At least he couldn't remember a single grumpy, sarcastic and slightly cynical partner.
"It hadn't been this bad in a long time." She buried her face in her hands in shame, all anger forgotten. "I'm so incredibly embarrassed, I could die."
Chris patted her back in an attempt to reassure her. "I don't think it was that bad."
"Oh yes it was. It was."
It beeped, signifying that her last "patient" for the day had arrived.
"Come in." She heard the doors open and a person step into her office while she was in the next room trying to move a box to one of the shelves. Her patient before only managed to concentrate when she was playing board games with him, so she was now trying to put them away.
"Doctor?" She smiled when she heard his voice. It was pleasant and very welcome after an hour and a half with the Ensign whose nasal, high-pitched voice had given her a headache.
"Lieutenant Hemmer, isn't it? Side room, I'll be there in a sec." She sounded strained as she pushed the box further up. Footsteps sounded behind her and she could feel the man's presence behind her.
"That is correct. Do you need any assistance?"
She groaned softly, planning to rearrange her storage space on her day off. "That would be nice."
Hemmer stepped behind her so she could feel his warmth radiating through his uniform, and reached over her with his arm, helping her slide the box into the compartment before stepping back to let her have her space.
"Thanks. I really need to reorganise, this is getting really ridiculous..." She broke off as she turned around.
Oh God help her.
She had gathered from the brief information on his file that he was their chief engineer and belonged to the Aenar species and although she hadn't seen many, she was pretty sure it couldn't get any more attractive.
He was slightly taller than her, not by much, and slightly more athletically built than normal, though not nearly as much as Chris. His white hair fell fluffily into his face, causing an urge in her to run her hands through it as his antennae swayed serenely back and forth.
His eyes were milky white, which was impossibly beautiful at that moment, he had a rather dominant jaw and she was sure she could cut herself on his cheekbones if she slid her finger across.
She had a problem. A big, attractive, white problem.
A slight chuckle, much more a breathy laugh, from Hemmer brought her out of her thoughts and she felt her face grow warm.
"I'd recommend it. That, or you stop loading the boxes so much that you can't lift them over your head."
She nodded slightly and held out her hand to him. "I believe you already know my name, Lieutenant. It's a pleasure to meet you."
For a few moments he regarded her outstretched hand and a slight panic spread through her.
Damn it, Aenar didn't shake hands. She had made a complete ass of herself and exposed herself right in front of him. She absolute idiot. She was good for nothing. Nothing!
Hesitantly, she began to withdraw her hand again when Hemmer reached for it. His hand was surprisingly warm and a little rough to the touch, though not uncomfortable under any circumstances and she had to pull herself together not to blush completely.
"Likewise." Was it just her, or had his vocal pitch just gone down a notch? Oh, she was fucked.
Smiling slightly, she looked up at him and although his expression was friendly-neutral, she thought she saw a spark of mischief flit across his face.
She swallowed and gestured to the room behind them. "Shall we sit down? I think this is a bit more comfortable."
Hemmer hummed in agreement, turned and returned to her office. She took a deep breath in and out and closed her eyes for a moment.
She was so going to kill Chris for not giving her a warning.
"Would you like something to drink? Tea? Coffee? Um... water?"
Hemmer, meanwhile, had made himself comfortable on the sofa, crossed his legs and seemed to be looking at her with a mixture of curiosity, amusement and surprise. Or she was imagining it, since he was blind and she was nervous.
"Coffee. Black, please." She nodded, grateful to have something to do, and scurried to the corner of her office where, at her request, a small kitchenette had been installed. "Caffeine this late in the evening?"
"Night shift," he returned and she winced inwardly as the water ran through the coffee filter. "I hope you hadn't gotten up too early for me." She glanced over her shoulder. "Otherwise, you could have asked for another appointment. I'm here to be a conversational partner, not to deprive you of sleep."
Hemmer leaned back a little. "It's not a problem. Otherwise you would have had to get up in the middle of the night. We don't want that either."
She had to turn around to keep from blushing again. This was getting really ridiculous.
"With all due respect, Lieutenant," she said, pouring water into her cup, strictly focused on not burning herself, because that would be just what she needed. "In an emergency, I think a sleep deprived chief engineer is a little more dangerous than a sleep deprived therapist."
The coffee and her tea were ready, so she did her best to set both cups down safely at the small table, but Hemmer seemed to be doing his best to upset her. "You sell yourself too low. I've heard you're a brilliant woman and and I'd really hate to put bags under those eyes."
As soon as his compliment reached her brain, even if it was more quote than compliment, it seemed to short circuit as her right hand, still holding her tea, gave a little jerk and the contents spilled over the edge and landed on the table, as well as her hand.
"Holy shit," she cursed and waved her hand around, her face contorted into a pained grimace.
Hemmer sat up straighter, his antennae straight up in attention. "Doctor, do you need-"
"It's all right," she pressed out between her teeth, trying to smile.
'Stupid handsome Hemmer, why do you have to be so impossibly cute so I make a complete ass of myself.'
"It's alright. Happens all the time." She reached under the table and whipped out a cloth, it really had happened to her before and she was prepared to wipe up the liquid. In mid-motion, however, Hemmer grabbed the cloth. "Let me do that. You need to cool your hand under cold water."
Unfortunately, his hand had grazed hers and, startled by the contact, she had not been prepared for skin-to-skin contact with the handsome man, she took a step back, tripped over the table and fell to the floor with a loud grunt.
"Ohhh," she moaned and held her head, forgetting that her hand had been burned and hissing at the contact between burn blisters and hair.
Instantly Hemmer was at her side, looking at her with concern. At least she thought he did.
"Doctor are you all right?" Fuck, why did his voice have to be so soft if he was concerned?
"I'm fine," she returned again, hoping to at least somewhat still save face, though she knew that was a lie.
Her ankle throbbed, her hand ached and she was pretty sure the room wasn't supposed to be spinning.
"Doctor!"
Her gaze zoomed back to his face, which was so close she could have counted his eyelashes. Now that her view of his eyes was better, she corrected herself from before.
They weren't milky white, no. Much more they reminded her of molten silver, shiny and smooth, soft and hard at the same time.
Like the reflection of a full moon in still waters, mysterious, close and yet at the same time so impossibly distant from her.
She was also pretty sure she might have had a mild concussion.
Above her, she heard Hemer sigh before he took her by the arm and helped her up.
As soon as her left foot touched the ground, however, she gasped and clawed at Hemmer, who, to his credit, took it without pulling a face.
"I think I sprained my ankle."
"Okay." Hemmer tried to sound calm, which made her feel bad. After all, the poor man just wanted to do his job and in order to do that, he had to just hold a brief conversation with a Counselor to begin with.
"I think it's best if we take you to the infirmary first so M'Benga can look at your foot."
She nodded, through clenched teeth. Hemmer carefully put her arm around his shoulder and wrapped his arm around her waist to steady her, making the short walk to the infirmary that seemed so impossibly long to her at that moment.
Silence reigned between them, for which she was very grateful, because the only thing she could focus on was his body pressed tightly against hers, his hair brushing her cheek, his hand holding hers and his arm wrapped around her waist as his other hand dug gently but firmly into her flesh.
To be honest, she was glad she was still breathing when M'Benga and Chapel took her from him, although she instantly felt the loss of Hemmer's body heat.
M'Benga and Chapel moved her to one of the beds and immediately Hemmer appeared behind them to watch them.
Secretly, she found it very touching that he stayed by her side while she was being treated instead of returning to work, though his presence distracted her from answering Chapel's questions.
The latter, however, only acknowledged her embarrassment with a knowing grin and a wiggle of her eyebrows, which made the blood rush to her face again.
"Sprained ankle, second degree burns and a mild concussion," she grinned at her and shook her head. "That's news even to you." Chapel patted her on the shoulder. "Take it a little easier, will you? If the pain gets too bad, come back for more, okay?"
She nodded and Chapel disappeared, leaving her and Hemmer alone.
"I'm sorry," she murmured softly. "This is probably not how you imagined your evening ... or morning, as the case may be."
"A trip to sickbay wasn't on my list, no. However, a little excitement can't hurt."
She smiled weakly at his attempt to cheer her up.
Sweet, dear Hemmer. Too good for this world.
He cleared his throat slightly and glanced to the side as his antennae rippled slightly.
"I'm afraid my shift is about to start and we won't be able to have our conversation today." She nodded in understanding and smiled slightly at him.
"It's understandable. How about this: You didn't really strike me as being unfit for duty, which is why I don't need to have any urgent conversations with you. You work your shift and I'll try to schedule a second appointment as soon as possible, yeah? That probably makes a little more sense, as you've had time to settle in and get to know the rhythm of the ship. If there are any urgent questions: I am always available."
Hemmer raised one of his eye ridges. "Even at night?"
She grinned slightly, relieved to find that she was slowly getting over the fact that she felt very attached to Hemmer. Which professionally was an absolute disaster, however she didn't think about that now.
"If I have to, I'll sit in my office in my pyjamas, completely drowsy, to ease your worries."
"I hope it won't come to that." Hemmer bowed his head slightly. "I wish you a good rest."
"Thank you. You have a pleasant shift." He nodded and left, giving her a glimpse of his back.
Had he had such broad shoulders before or was the uniform just a little small?
Strangely, Hemmer stumbled at that very moment and almost fell down as he left the infirmary.
"You really sprained your ankle and got a concussion yesterday because you found someone attractive? Oh man, I think I'm going to have to look closer when I send someone your way soon."
Groaning, she buried her face in his chest. "Keep it down Chris and rather tell me how I'm ever going to face him again."
"Well you'll have to eventually, after all you still have your talk to do."
Frustrated, she threw a pillow in his face. "No help, Chris!"
He laughed and raised his hands. "You should have just come to the dinners. Hemmer was always there and you didn't even have to talk to him then."
Scowling, she stared at him. "First of all, still no help. Secondly, it's not my fault you always put your dinners when I have appointments."
Chris patted her back. "I don't think it's that bad. I haven't known him long, but I don't think Hemmer would hold it against you. At most he finds it amusing, nothing more. Just talk to him, apologise again. Maybe invite him to dinner."
"Chris!" This time her exclamation was accompanied with laughter as she broke away from him.
"What, you seem to like him more than most. At least you haven't twisted your ankle over any of them."
She crossed her arms in front of her chest. "That would be far too unprofessional. I'm practically the ship's therapist. I'm not allowed to do things like that."
"As long as it stays professional, if it has to."
Chris shrugged before sighing. "Look, I can't tell you what to do because I don't know. However, I do know, for one thing, that Hemmer doesn't think any worse of you for this, and for another, that it's late and you desperately need something to eat. So shoo-' He pulled her up and hustled her towards the door. "Off to the canteen with you."
Sighing, she gave in. "Anything else I should probably know so I don't embarrass myself further in front of him?" Chris thought for a moment, then shook his head.
"No, not that I know of."
~**~
She poked listlessly at her food, resting her head on the back of her hand, when suddenly someone stepped up beside her. "May I join you for a moment?"
Instantly she was awake and shot up at the sound of Hemmer's voice. The latter was standing beside her table, a PADD in his hand, looking at her expectantly:
"Of course, Lieutenant." She pointed to the seat opposite her. "Please, sit down."
He nodded and complied with her request. "Hemmer only, please. We are not on duty." "Likewise."
Hemmer nodded in acknowledgement.
"How are you?"
She felt her face grow warm again and glanced quickly at her plate.
"Better, I don't feel any pain anymore. Thanks, again, for accompanying me yesterday and I guess a 'sorry' would be in order again too."
"It was no problem," Hemmer brushed it off. She looked up and saw that he was looking at her intently. "I'm here for the appointment. My duty roster would allow me to be available from 1800 hours tomorrow."
Disappointment spread through her, which she immediately suppressed.
Of course he's here for the appointment, she scolded herself immediately afterwards. After all, only you are stupid enough to find a person you barely know so fine.
"Of course." Quickly she pulled out her own PADD and studied her appointment book. "That should be fine. How about 1930 hours?" Hemmer considered for a moment before nodding.
For a moment there was silence between the two of them and for a split crazy second, she truly toyed with the idea of humouring Chris and inviting him to dinner, though she immediately suppressed it.
Stay professional, after all, Hemmer shouldn't feel uncomfortable.
He cleared his throat and stood up, which again caused her a little bit of disappointment. "Well then, thank you. Enjoy your meal."
She thanked him and Hemmer turned around, but remained on the spot.
When he still hadn't moved after a few moments, she asked, a little worried.
"Hemmer, are you all right?" He kept his back to her.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
He turned back to her, however his expression did not hint at what he was thinking.
"How familiar are you with Aenar biology?"
She blushed, though this time it was not due to the fact that he was outrageously handsome.
"I'm ashamed to admit it, however, I was never very good at biology."
"Then I assume you are not aware of the fact that Aenar posses telepathic abilities."
All at once everything froze inside her, her movement, her thoughts, everything. "Oh, really?"
Her voice was low and thin and Hemmer just nodded, amusement clear on his features.
"Indeed. You know, normally I can ignore the thought processes of others, however that becomes a little difficult when they are about your own person. So it's fair to say that you weren't the only one who was a little ... distracted last evening."
She wasn't even able to panic.
"Oh."
"Mhhh." He nodded and leaned towards her a little, a small smile on his face and god did he have a pretty smile. Which automatically widened as he caught her train of thought. "It is not my intention, but you humans are very... loud in that way."
She slowly closed her eyes in shame and braced herself for him to reject her, however this never came.
Briefly, his hand brushed hers and she snapped her eyes open, only to see him straighten.
"I think it's really honourable that you want to remain professional, but ... I wouldn't mind dinner." He turned, but still paused. "By the way ... 'molten silver' and 'reflection of a moon' are really nice descriptions that no one has ever used for me. Thank you."
She stared after him as he left the canteen, the food and everything around her forgotten.
Telepath. He was a bloody telepath and had caught every embarrassing thought she had had about him. She closed her eyes.
She wasn't sure what had just happened, but she knew one thing.
She would fucking kill Chris.
#star trek strange new worlds#star trek snw#strange new worlds#snw#hemmer#hemmer star trek#lt hemmer#lieutenant hemmer#hemmer x reader#hemmer x you#hemmer snw x reader#strange new worlds hemmer x reader
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Confession #13
"Scotty and Hemmer are my favorite engineer characters."
#star-trek-fandom-confessions#confession n.13#confession by anon ask#star trek#montgomery scott#scotty star trek#hemmer#hemmer star trek#star trek tos#star trek the original series#st tos#tos#the original series#star trek strange new worlds#star trek snw#st strange new worlds#st snw#strange new worlds#snw
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Not the point of the episode but when Una makes the announcement in "Ghosts of Illyria" that the ship is on lockdown and you have the cut to engineering where they all listen, but only go away when Hemmer snaps, giving them therefore permission to go?
That was not supposed to be attractive Sir! Not at all!
#star trek strange new worlds#s1e3#ghosts of illyria#una chin riley#hemmer#hemmer star trek#lt hemmer#lieutenant hemmer#commander una chin riley#number one#yes this is turning in a hemmer appreciatiion / love account#deal with it
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Hemmer is such a silly spiky wizardish snowball, fukc Strange New Worlds, I’m delusional and free so HC: he’s gonna be back in the next episode 😋
#digital drawing#digital art#star trek strange new worlds#strange new worlds#hemmer snw#hemmer star trek#hemmer strange new worlds#snw#hemmer fanart#aenar#aenar star trek
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If you’re still doing the prompts maybe 16. "Urgh. Definitely not." with Hemmer in a comedy?
Thanks if you do! And no problem if you don’t :)
Setting Him Up
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"Urgh. Definitely not." You'd never heard him make that noise before, a cruel sound of disgust from the back of his throat. You near giggled, kinda wheezed.
"You're that disgusted?" He twitches, brows furrowing for not even a second. You worry you've made him mad.
"I do not understand the endeavor to... have me 'shack up' with Chappell." You blink rapidly.
"No, no. A certain someone—er well, not a certain someone— well. Er. Someone said you needed 'some', okay. And I— they came to me? About it? And I think they wanted me to solve the problem?"
"I'm not that grumpy, am I?" Hemmer looks less disgusted, and less scary. Instead, his antenna hang lower and he's leaning, face incredulous.
"Well," you start. "You are pretty uptight." You give a helpless shrug, attempting to seem apologetic. He just blinks a few times with a slight roll of his head, showing his displeasure.
"Is there anyone you are interested in?" He immediately slumps, obviously upset with the continued questioning. "Do you even want to be in a relationship?"
Hemmer doesn't take long to think about it, just gives a little smile and a huff out his nose. "I definitely do not need to be set up. Especially with lower ranking officers."
You hum, palm under your chin. "Strict rules on that shit." You mutter in his direction.
"That 'shit' keeps quite a few people safe." You jump to attention, the words sharp but his tone steady.
"Didn't mean it like that, sorry."
He hums, "I wouldn't expect it of you, do not worry" He gives you a nod that is obviously an apology. You nod back.
Your conversation. On him being set up.
"So you don't need my help?" You reaffirm.
He nods, with a sigh a bit too sassy to mean anything other than "duh".
You laugh, short and breathy. He sighs again, but he's smiling.
"What about a relationship? Not purely sexual?"
Hammer makes a face. "What?"
"Would a... relationship. With me. Be okay?"
Hemmer doesn't hesitate. "Yes."
You breathe. "Okay."
#stoned prompts#prompts#tw weed#tw marijuana#hemmer x you#strange new worlds hemmer#hemmer star trek#hemmer snw#hemmer x reader#hemmer#star trek snw#i hope this makes sense lmao#but yeah im stoned#night you silly little people#ps: i know im not funny dont bring it up lmao
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Quarter-Finals
#best snw character competition#nyota uhura#Uhura#cadet Uhura#cadet nyota Uhura#Hemmer#lieutenant hemmer#hemmer star trek#st#Snw#best star trek character competition
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OH FUCK ALL THE WAY OFF
NOT HEMMER
I KNEW HE DIED BUT STILL
I LIKED HEMMER
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"A Question"
Hemmer/Gwen (OC)
Summary: It's Hemmer and Gwen's second anniversary, and he's prepared a very specific gift.
#hemmer#hemmer snw#hemmer star trek#hemmer/gwen#hemmer/oc#my writing#star trek strange new worlds#star trek fanfiction
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i do get why people critique star trek for having not very 'alien' aliens but i also think it's based on a kinda narrow understanding of what makes an interesting alien character. two lil thoughts. a) trek, as a tv show reliant on mostly practical effects, is not going to be able to do what, say, animation can do with character design. every medium has strengths and weaknesses and it seems a lil silly to not take that into account b) more importantly, i'm less interested in characters that LOOK alien than characters who FEEL alien, that is, who have points of view and experiences that are fundamentally different from humans. odo and jadzia, for example, look a lot less alien than, say, hemmer from snw, and i do like hemmer, but except for his rarely-mentioned psychic abilities, what makes his experience of the world different from any of the human characters? meanwhile, odo and jadzia come from species with different understandings of individuality and consciousness, who can experience things their human counterparts can't (and vice versa in odo's case), and this constantly influences their storylines, choices, and perspectives on the world. even in tos, you have one-off aliens like the horta and medusans that are about as far from humans as you can get on a '60s tv budget. the prophets, even as they sometimes appear as humans, are never really 'humanized' (except maybe a tiny bit at the very end) tl;dr i don't really care if trek aliens are visually alien so much as if they're conceptually alien, and I think you can do that even when your alien is just a human with funky ears or whatever!
#star trek#bla bla bla bla#science fiction#star trek tos#ds9#star trek snw#odo#jadzia dax#light and love to hemmer but
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He shouldn't be that pretty, he shouldn't be that pretty, he shouldn't be that pretty, he-
Hemmer from Strange New Worlds "The Elysian Kingdom"
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I've seen "The Elysian Kingdom" (I know I'm late with SNW) and I really want to write something about Hemmer. This guy lives rent-free in my head and I shouldn't be okay with this
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TVARCHIVE'S TV APPRECIATION WEEK 2023 | DAY 6: disability pride — Bruce Horak as Hemmer in Star Trek: Strange New Worlds
sources: x - x - x - x - art gallery // ID in alt text
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Again, not the point of the episode, but I love how in "Ghosts in Illyria" when Kyle is trying to beam up the away team and it doesn't work so he starts to panic and we get a cut to engineering where Hemmer is as calm as if he was trying to butter his toast.
Also, when Kyle is like "How did you do it" and Hemmer answers with "I am a genius"?
He is not smug or arrogant, he just is good and he knows and owns it. Good for you, darling!
#strange new worlds#star trek strange new worlds#star trek snw#star trek#hemmer#lt hemmer#lieutenant hemmer#hemmer star trek#ghosts of illyria#s1e3 snw
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STRANGE NEW WORLDS
➢ One Liners
#star trek#star trek snw#star trek strange new worlds#christine chapel#hemmer#una chin riley#christopher pike#la'an noonien singh#erica ortegas#snw 1x03#ghosts of illyria#snw one liners#one liners#SNW season 1#joseph m'benga#trekedit#*
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Hemmer's "Type"
Hemmer doesn't really have a type? He doesn't really focus on romance at all. He grumps about, makes jokes, does his work, and is happy with it all.
When someone comes along that he's interested in, however, they become a priority. He likes to "woo" his romantic interests, however, it's more casual. Less big events and more... providing a meal/snack. He's sorta like a bird in his trinket giving? But less socially awkward and more himbo.
He will definitely perfer someone more calm. He likes some who will talk to him, rant about their interests or whatever is happening to them at that moment in time. He likes listening. He'll talk, too, he likes talking to his partner, he just doesn't like talking too much.
He does like someone who will appreciate his culture and teach him about theirs. He wants to try more Terran food, but he'd like you to try the teas and soups from his childhood.
He won't be hard-core crushing or kicking his feet, at least outwardly. He's actually surprisingly put together.
Bonus:
Hemmer is a gossip. He will trust you enough to tell you whatever he's learned on the ship. The engineering Ensigns have a lot to say.
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