today's thought is omega wwx defying the odds and becoming a...

so imagine his stress when he's tasked with caring for emperor lwj's concubines and maximizing the chances of an heir.
wwx suspects something is up with the emperor.
wwx is at his wit's end. he has put these poor concubines on every kind of bitter fertility medicine, with no results.
soooo obviously the solution is to secretly switch spots with a concubine in the carriage that brings the emperor's choice of nightly companion to his palace.
more tests are needed—and, ideally, samples.
instead, lwj asks wwx what he does and what it is that he wants.
"Oh, I was just checking up on you," wwx grins. "Gotta make sure your imperial body is healthy too."
"I know." wwx kicks at a pebble. "But I was sort of hoping for some… samples?"
"Samples," lwj deadpans.
"You know… blood, hair, urine…" he waves his hand. "Could I cut a chunk out of you?"