#me in a post-surgery daze: i gotta finish this immediately

[prometheanglory]

hi this post is entirely for self indulgence and is very long bc i do not have the patience for an ask game but i have an urgent need 2 answer this entire thing for vinh bc i am a rabid dog and its been sitting in my drafts for too long

⚠️ also there’s mentions of canoodling and sploinking in here that kinda tests da limits of my pg13 rating but i’ll keep my nards in my pants dw

🥵 : Is your OC perceived as physically attractive to others? Is it at first glance or is it something that takes more time to reach fruition?

you gotta be BLIND to not catch onto the fact she’s hot. but then again, i wouldn’t treat her like some all-time stunner that makes the entire room turn and go silent at a glance like a wattpad fic or anything. she’s taken as a double-take kind of hot, u kno. like, the type of hot where u go ‘god damn’ and then u move on with ur day. or my hands got sweaty bc idt im well-dressed enough today to be in close proximity for u for longer than 45 seconds.

💦 : Is your OC’s attractiveness based on looks or a more intangible aura?

kinda hinging off the last question tho…. the vinh appeal gets stronger the longer she’s around. kinda got that ‘peripheral’ vibe, gotta go looking for her more, and more grows on u…..!

trick question bc it’s an endless feedback loop b/w aura and looks bc ain’t no way ur getting one without the other. regardless of which one catches the eye first, both just amplify the other. hot bc shes measured enigma with a muted lull 2 her for real !! but then also she’s just a physically attractive lady.

but tbf maybe her aura isn’t a surefire guarantee of attraction. she isn’t exactly the most forthcoming or warm person, and if mysterious and quiet isn’t ur type from a bombshell then 🤷‍♀️ oh well

💪 : What is your OC’s most physically attractive attribute? 

SHES GOT A LOT GOING ON THAT I THINK R NICE TO LOOK AT OKAY…..….. the most miscellaneous thing is that her hair’s a little messy n got hair falling in her face sometimes in a way that kinda covers her eye and that’s like. eroi.

most conventionally attractive thing abt her is divided b/w her long legs or her eyes overall (shape/eyelashes/irises/etc) 🤧 but if we get into the ‘weird’ category of miscellaneous things that are still kinda conventional. the list kinda looks like: her shoulder width + shoulder angle… her slender neck… sharp but subtle jawline… her cheekbones… her height… her mouth.. the defined collarbone…. torso-waist-hip ratio…. i think i’m allowed to allude to her asscheek. her many piercings… her long fingers… the way she’s definitely a mature n femme beauty but she’s kinda handsome if u look at her under the right lens. her moodier expressions that in my heart r so sultry/mysterious. she’s nicely muscled naturally, but she’s got a softer-toning to her. as ‘willowy’ as she can be depicted, i also like how subtly solid she is, u feel. i like her biceps and stomach specifically. her back is really nice. i like her sharp teeth. idt anybody needs to point out the small breast size thing but i think its charming and it has to be pointed out.

🧠 : What is your OC’s most mentally attractive attribute?

she is so sharp and levelheaded... thorough and observant……. focused n dedicated but entirely self-aware…….. competency make my peepee hard.

this is actually a vinh red-flag but i think it’s hot how she doesn’t tell u anything and is very mistrustful despite her general front of honesty 😍 like yes girl lie to me

also her being shockingly resolute with her morals/values despite generally being the begrudging coward who never puts up the rebellious/troublemaker front. the risk of her double-crossing is actually pretty high . ppl who u would never expect to be so underhanded but they’ll do what they feel they must while still playing by your rules 🤤

but also i rly love her mental fortitude… girl can rly tank a hit or weather thru centuries and still stand unbroken!!! she’s the final bastion!!!! idt any other of my ocs quite has the same level of like, genuine capacity to be eroded??? like ofc a chunk of it is coming from her mild self destructive tendencies (hot) but her really repressed sense for self preservation (also hot) keeps her in the weirdest cycle of not actually being able to discard her dignity to call it quits!!!! she will keep going even after there is nothing left on her to go on because she is perpetual and will never be satisfied !!! girl is an engine!!! girl is the dry corpse that will not stop moving and bleeding!!!

👀 : Does your OC believe they are attractive? Do they use that to their advantage?

she’s very aware that other ppl think of her as attractive and she’s pretty conventional in her appeal, but doesn’t rly. feel it? cherish the notion? not that she thinks she’s ugly but she just rly doesn’t get the hype.

technically only uses it to her advantage when trying to keep herself presentable — i.e. may adapt herself if someone’s perception of her dictates she should lean harder into being appealing in that way.

👃 : Does your OC smell good? Do they have a signature scent?

did u know i stood in a yankee candle for like 15 minutes sniffing candles last week to embed scents in my brain to know if i could label them as vinhcore in my head. i have Also been previously tempted to sign up for perfume samples just to know more abt scents for the same exact reason. what does that tell u. what does that say about me, we will ignore that.

i think she smells rly… rich. expensive. a kinda sultry perfume? smth with amber that isn’t particularly sweet but floral w musk in a complex way…? but i feel like if im aiming to encompass the colder aspect of her character. it’s still going to lean harder towards floral but it’s less spice and more… woody. aromatic. smth kinda white floral/powdery.

👂 : Does your OC have an attractive voice?

hot to ME. HOT TO ME!!!! this vid is the latest one but it has her outdated art on it and its kinda fried but nonetheless

but i like her voice :-} smooth and low but without toeing too much of the line of strained?? lowkey considering changing her eng va again but that’ll happen whenever it happens tbh

bonus videos bc i like her voice on king of fighters and this is technically the least incriminating video i have for azur lane im sorry for the booby and hole boat girl game

🚲 : Does your OC enjoy playing the field? Or are they more monogamy-minded?

teeeeechnically monogamy-minded…? open to being polyam/having an open relationship. tho it’d be probably still be Nice to settle down some day. maybe. theoretically. it’s smth she needs to address eventually, but it’s just not rly on her plate rn. if it crops up in this time tho, then so be it.

she’s meandering around the metaphorical field bc ppl seem to need her more over there, but she still doesn’t rly get much satisfaction out of that either. not that satisfaction was ever rly much of an end goal for her 💀she views her relationships more as a job commitment than a romantic commitment, hence the blasé attitude towards the topic. think it’d be best to just say she’s going with the flow.

😍 : What does your OC find irresistible in others?

it’s always a bit hard to actually catch vinh’s eye, but… who can resist a brief onceover at a modern-day adonis.

aside from that, she’s always a little fascinated by sharp-wits, or ppl who just radiate a certain charisma that lends itself well to leading themselves or a subsequent aura of proficiency. vinh’s prone to falling in line with people who have their own sense of gravity.

💘 : Is your OC a very good flirt? Are they charming?

she’s defo not awkward (being unsociable aside) but charming is a bit of a reach. interesting to talk to in her own right bc she’s been drilled on navigating events and ‘intellectually stimulating’ other’s minds to some degree by tradition’s decree, but being flirtatious or forthcoming is neither here nor there for her 😔

💋 : Is your OC a good kisser? How do they do it?

she knows her way around the block ❤️ granted, it’s usually pretty half-hearted bc she’s just not rly all that in-tune with expressing intimacy for most people. she’s just not rly gonna take much of a lead or initiate much. stays pretty chaste if its up to her, a fleeting smooch 2 the corner of the lip always seems 2 get the job done.

opposite end of the scale is she trusts them more so she’s more open 2 being intimate 🤯 a passionate/entangled makeout type at her core, but that’s actually a very rare occurence still. the things she usually initiates r very prim n formal but its very dear that she’s infatuated enough that she feels compelled to express it 🤧

🦴 : Does your OC have much sexual experience? What are they like?

shhhhhshshhhhhshhhhhhhh shushshushshush

answer is yes, plenty, and the experiences are….. okay. she doesn’t think about it very hard.

it’s only been recently that she’s become more active? she hasn’t been off the mountain or cloud for that long, and she’s been separated from her nation’s (elite) culture for an even shorter span of time. granted, it’s been a few years but nonetheless. there’s very long and pronounced gaps in her activity in most centuries prior to where we encounter her, and those are life long secrets that have been kept mostly under tight wraps. she’s known for being quite prudish back home, actually.

style-wise… 🤪 vinh’s very attentive and tends 2 heavily prioritize her partner’s needs. down for whatever bc she doesn’t rly have anything in mind, but isn’t exactly the easiest person to ‘rile up’. a servicing type that keeps a very level-head. isn’t rough at all, but she makes up for it in precision and (sometimes) passion. her composure slips a bit (…a lot?) when the shoe’s on the other foot of who’s getting the brunt of the attention. it seems there’s something going on over there about her actual preferences.

💞 : Do they treat sex casually or do they view it as something with a lot of emotional weight?

well it’s not the biggest deal in the world for her but sometimes it means a little more to her. most of the time she doesn’t rly have much faith or intention with her flings so she doesn’t invest much in them unless convinced otherwise.

🔥 : What’s a surefire way to make your OC get flustered?

she’s a very on-guard person and is prepared for a lot of things ppl will do or say to her, but sometimes things get around her own expectations and it makes her indifferent façade falter.

very pointed comments that she can’t really ‘dodge’, complimentary or not. other examples Also include ppl sometimes regarding her a little too humanely or just with a little too much dignity . and sure she might get flattered but the chances are much higher that she’ll just get more suspicious and on-edge.

🧸 : Into public displays of affection or are they more reserved?

very reserved and would never initiate anything pda 💀 she can handle being on the receiving end of some Some pda (within limits) but she tends to avoid it if possible. but as the artist/writer i believe firmly in targeting vinh bc you might find that she’s lying a little about how reserved she is.

💌 : How would they plan a romantic evening for a significant other?

well if there’s something she knows they enjoy then she’ll do her best to arrange it for them. she’s the type to enjoy quiet evenings. whether or not they physically go out, spending time with them is fine.

if it were entirely up to her though, i think her go-to is between staying in and eating smth home-cooked together (even tho she, doesnt rly need to eat,) and generally just decompressing (watch a movie, bake smth small, lay around on the couch, etc) OR a small outing to a museum/art gallery/etc and a nice dinner at a restaurant :-) and then the rest of the night is… also for decompressing . most of the time i think of where the actual romance/bonding for vinh is, i land on like… super quiet moments like being in bed or somewhere where u get the stronger sense of having her complete attention, like in a car or in a quiet corner of a room.

being lazy with a workaholic is a love language, that is my wisdom. intimacy exists in downtime and quiet !!!!

💐 : What is their courting style? How would they woo someone?

wooing isn’t exactly something she sets out to do — but her methods of courting don’t change much regardless of how much she likes or mistrusts her partner.

her courting style is best encompassed as promising them her service, and that definition of ‘service’ is incredibly broad in terms. she aims to please within the limits of her dignity, and rolling over to align herself with their expectations for her is pretty standard. she thinks its critical for them to rely on her somehow or to at least have some due purpose for her to stick around, whether it be in semantics or actual duty.

on a less cynical note, the more romantic version of vinh is just best understood as a very dedicated partner. she’s reliable and responsible — and even if she’s not a super affectionate lover right out the gate, there’s kinda comfort in how… present she is? constant she is? pillar of support for real!!! she wants the best for her lover, and if that best somehow includes her in the image, then she’ll try to accommodate it. biggest difference here is she actually feels like telling her partner stuff thats wrong or things that are just Up instead of just going and fixing it on her own without much of a word.

👙 : What kind of underwear do they use? Is it pretty or functional?

a function over fashion type of girl but a little bit of fashion doesn’t hurt. tends to stick to pretty simple styles and has a preference for dark colors — but she has some more ornate choices that…. were not her first choice, but she can appreciate a thoughtful gift.

actually have a doodle from months ago that was actually from thinking abt the logistics of what she wears and even tho pencil skirt era is over……. it’s still a tight skirt so it still counts.

[prettyboy-asmo]

Obey me! boys with trans masc MC

 Some headcanons about the brothers + Solomon and Diavolo with Trans Masc MC. it’s pretty self-indulgent. Obviously not everyone shares the same experiences with their identity.  I took from my own experiences and feelings about things to write these.

TW: Mentions of transphobia (not detailed and not from any of the main  characters)

Lucifer

It doesn’t actually come up for some time, not until you realize that you two are definitely getting closer to being intimate. 

One night things start to get steamy and when you realize you have to force yourself to not run away. You’re still up and halfway across the room faster than Lucifer thought a human could move. Your heart is beating wildly in your chest, and you have to make yourself look Lucifer in the eyes. 

He’s quick to apologize, thinking he made you uncomfortable- he’s honestly worried he’d hurt you or crossed your boundaries. You assure him that it’s nothing like that. You just need to explain something before things go further. 

If you are nervous about telling him, he’ll wait patiently for you to say what you need to say. Reassures you that it changes nothing about how he feels about you. He only cares that you’re happy and comfortable. 

“I’m glad you feel comfortable telling me. I know humans can hold some troubling views on the subject.” He’s never really understood a lot of the human hang ups on things like this, but he knows it’s a big deal for some to share the knowledge with others, it takes trust.

What he doesn’t say is how happy he is that you trust him that much (how proud he is,) 

Will ask if there’s anything specific you need him to do/not do or anything that you might not have that you want or need. (ie: new binder if you haven’t had top surgery, do you want top surgery? He can make it happen.)

If you’re having a particularly bad time with dysphoria, he’ll straight up ask if there’s anything he can do to help. 

He’ll also be sure to call you by your name, or specifically masculine terms 

Someone misgenders you on purpose? He doesn’t hesitate to set them straight. No one’s foolish enough to do it again. 

Mammon:

He finds out on accident. You’re changing when he barges in your room, saying something about being late for breakfast in his usual loud manner. 

He freezes when he finally looks at you, Sees your binder or your scars but honestly it doesn’t really register bc holy shit his human is half dressed and standing in front of him and-poor boy is blushing so hard and is silent because he’s certain he’ll make a fool of himself. 

It hadn’t occurred to you until he went quiet that he didn’t know already. 

You finish getting dressed and his silence is worrying you at this point. You quietly ask him if he’d like for you to stop hanging around him

That manages to snap him out of his daze and he looks utterly confused. “Why would ya think that?” You try to explain that you’ve had people that have stopped speaking to you because you’re trans, or have even tried to tell you it’s wrong. 

“They obviously don’t know anything,” He says, “You’re stuck with the Great Mammon, ya hear? I’m your first guy and you’re my man!” It’s not the first time he’s referred to you as his, but it’s the first time he’s used man instead of human. After that though, he starts doing it more and each time it makes you smile. 

“That’s right, That’s my man!” “What took ya so long, man?” 

If you’re having bad dysphoria he’s very vocal about calling you his man, reassuring you, and asking what you want in that moment. Stay in and just lay around? Sure. find a distraction? He can think of plenty.

He offers you some of his shirts and jackets. “They suit ya,” he insists, even if they’re big on you, “Gotta make sure my man is staying stylish!”  (He won’t admit how happy it makes him to see you wearing his clothes, but you can tell anyways.)

Someone misgenders you to upset you? “What’d you just say to my man?” He’s angry and he’s not about to be quiet about it. 

Leviathan:

You mention it off-handedly while discussing your favorite anime and manga. 

You’d started talking about one that actually had pretty decent Trans rep, lamenting that it wasn’t more popular because of how much it meant to see someone like you-

Levi catches it immediately, but he doesn’t say anything about- It doesn’t change anything he feels anyway. 

He does, however, take time to look for movies, tv shows, games, or anything you might both enjoy that has good Representation. 

When you realize what he’s doing you can’t help but hug him tightly  and kiss his cheek, and it makes him blush.”I’m glad you’re happy.” 

Bad Dysphoria? He’ll drag you to his room to binge anime, play games, and watch movies. He knows the distraction helps.

You’re his Henry, and he’s gonna go the extra mile to make sure you’re comfortable, however he can. 

If you use a binder and find you need a new one, he’s on top of it- He’ll offer to make one for you so he knows it’ll be the right size and it will be good quality. 

Someone misgenders you after being corrected? He checks on you first and asks if you want him to do something about it. If he finds out they did it Maliciously? He’s going to do something about that- reminding everyone in the process that he’s the third eldest (and third most powerful) for a reason. 

Satan:

It comes up when you start spending more time with him- studying or getting book recommendations to pass your free time, You can tell when your interactions shift to something more.

He nods when you tell him, “And your pronouns are He/him, correct?” 

Asks if there’s anything he should avoid doing, anything you don’t like to be called, He wants to know your boundaries then and there so he doesn’t overstep them. 

He spends some time researching. He wants to make sure he understands as much as he can about you, including this- he doesn’t want to ask you directly what your experience in the human realm was, in case it brings up any unpleasant memories. 

You notice the change in his reading list eventually and it makes you feel warm knowing that he’s doing it for you. You tell him if he does have any questions he can ask you. 

He does ask you if you use a binder and if you’re binding safely.

He also asks if Dysphoria is something you struggle with. If you tell him it is, his line of questioning shifts to things he can possibly do to help you deal with it. 

If it’s a really rough day and you admit you don’t want to really do anything, he’ll pick a book to read to you, just so you know he’s there for anything you need, even if it’s just quiet company. 

He also becomes a little more vocal, calls you things like dashing or handsome. 

If someone misgenders you with ill intent? He’s going to deal with it, and it’s not going to be pretty. 

Asmodeus:

He invites you to his room to show you the new outfits he bought. He does it pretty much every time he goes shopping. 

This time the first outfit he walks out includes a skirt. You already know Asmo doesn’t believe in gendered clothing, or adhering to any sort of ‘norm’ but it’s the first time you’ve seen it so obviously in person when it comes to his clothes.

“I wish I could wear something like that,” the words are out your mouth before you register them, and you flush even while Asmo giggles. He offers his closet to you and tells you to try something on. 

Your hesitance must show, because he frowns a little, looking concerned. “I used to,” you admit, “But people kept telling me that I didn’t need to transition if I liked all that stuff anyways.” 

He’s next to you in a second, hand tilting your chin to look at him, “Fuck those people,” he says seriously, “It’s a shame for a man to hide such a delightful body. It’s even worse for him to deny himself things he likes because of ignorant commentary.” 

He ends up making suggestions on what to try on, starting with a simple skirt and shirt combo. 

You stare at the mirror for a long time, turning occasionally to watch the way the skirt flares up slightly when you do. You catch Asmo smiling behind you in the reflection.

“Do you like it?” You catch his eyes in the reflection, nodding, “I missed the feeling. Thank you, Asmo.” 

“Anything for someone as handsome as you,” 

If you’re feeling really dysphoric he’ll try to pamper you- want him to brush your hair? Face masks? A relaxing bath? An entire spa day? New clothes? He wants you to feel good about yourself and he knows self care is the first step. 

He loves to pick out clothes for you to wear, but he always explicitly asks what style you want, because he wants you to feel as good as you look in anything he picks for you. 

If someone misgenders you maliciously or more than once, he’ll have plenty of words with them. 

In fact, as it turns out many of his fans will also have words if they catch wind- Asmo loves posting pics with you on Devilgram and taking you to the Fall, so you’ve also become part of many of his fans' lives too.

Beelzebub:

You feel a little self-conscious surrounded by attractive demons- But Beel is a whole other level. He’s tall and solid muscle, and you're envious of it. 

You know you could never keep up with his workouts, but you ask if you could join him anyways, and if he could give you some pointers on good workouts for specific goals. He agrees right away, more than happy to help. 

It becomes a routine and you look forward to your shared workouts, even if it’s just you both doing your own thing, or Beel giving you pointers on your form or him asking you to record him so he can see how his own form looks. 

You’re so comfortable around Beel, that during one of your afternoon workouts you pull your shirt over your head as you stop to take a break and even out your breathing. 

“It’s not good to wear a binder while exercising for so long.” Beel’s concerned comment takes you off guard for a moment and you flush, unsure of what to say because he sounds so casual about it, and you aren’t really used to it. 

You settle for “Sorry,” and quickly go to tug your shirt back on, but he shakes his head. “You don’t have to. Just rest while I finish up.” 

“You’re doing this for you, right? No matter what, You’re a great guy, so don’t push yourself because other people expect it.”  You’re surprised when he joins you after he’s done and it’s the first thing he says. You tell him it does help you feel better about yourself and you enjoy spending the time with him, doing something you both enjoy. And the smile he gives you is blinding. 

If you’re having a bad time with Dysphoria he’ll ask what you want to do. Workout? Movie and Snacks? Do you need a distraction or do you want to just...be?

He’s well aware of the toxic masculinity that can be present in places like gyms and such. He’s never tolerated it, but there’s a new edge to him if he hears anyone saying something disrespectful or hateful. 

If someone misgenders you, he makes his displeasure known but he focuses on making sure you aren’t upset. (Not many would dare risk making him angry anyways, as quiet as he is he’s still intimidating when he needs to be.)

Belphegor: 

You don’t actually tell him. with how often you end up napping with him he just knows. He doesn’t even say anything about it- he doesn’t see the need to and neither do you. 

He does say something the one time he catches you falling asleep in a binder. “You can’t sleep in that!” he wakes you up and makes you change- he tells you it’s important to have proper sleepwear, a lecture that might even rival one Lucifer's, as he himself begins to doze off. 

After that he makes a point to check to make sure you aren’t wearing a binder before he cuddles up for a nap or for the night (Not that he admits it to you)

He likes to tease you, but he’s always hyper aware of his words. The last thing he wants to do is accidentally say something that might actually hurt you

He doesn’t tend to use overly gendered language with you in the first place, “You’re my nap buddy,” “You make a really nice pillow,” “I like it when you look flustered like that,”

But if he notices/ you tell him you’re struggling with dysphoria more than usual he’ll make the effort to use specifically masculine terms

He’s not the greatest with being open about his feelings but he’ll reassure you if that’s what you need

He doesn’t like seeing you struggling so he asks the best ways to help you feel better, even if he still teases you he’s doing his best to cheer you up or make you more comfortable.

If someone misgenders you on purpose he’s making sure you’re okay. He’ll be even more clingy than usual, glare at anyone he thinks looks at you wrong or he’ll simply drag you back home to laze around and cuddle (He tells you he’s tired and just wants to nap, but he really just wants to keep an eye on you in case it upset you more than you showed.) 

He’ll have a discussion with whoever upset you later, anyways. 

Solomon: 

When you realize he’s way older than he looks you’re concerned that he’s gonna have some very archaic views about things. 

Even as you grow closer to him, the thought nags at the back of your mind and it keeps you stuck at a distance despite his obvious flirting. 

He notices, of course. “Am I making you uncomfortable? I can stop if you’d like,” It's a stark contrast to his usual teasing and mystic demeanor, and the serious expression on his face draws some courage from you. 

You manage to tell him without stuttering, and then you flush when you tell him you weren’t sure he’d be okay with that. Saying it out loud makes you feel a little silly- all things considered. 

He hums and tells you he understands, but that he doesn’t care in the sense that if you’re happy and true to yourself that’s what matters most. (It sounds suspiciously like something Asmo would say, but there’s sincerity in his voice and eyes.)

His flirting continues- when he passes you at RAD, when he invites you to study with him, even his messages, simple compliments like “You look rather handsome today,” or teasing “I’m so lucky to sit with the cutest boy in class,” but now that you aren’t worrying about other things, you can finally return his teasing. 

If you’re having a hard time with dysphoria, he’ll ask if he can help. He’ll show up with snacks, movies, books, anything you want to do. He’ll even offer to ask Asmo for the needed supplies for a spa day, if he thinks that might help. 

If someone misgenders you on purpose he’s gonna set them straight. He’s the most powerful sorcerer and he’s not going to let someone disrespect you like that

Diavolo: 

When you arrive in the Devildom, you actually laugh. A few of the people (demons!) standing around you look concerned. 

“I mean, plenty of people told me I’d go to hell but I don’t think this is what they meant.” There’s some surprised looks but no one mentions it past that, really. 

But it does come up in one of your regular meetings with Diavolo, what had started out as short meetings to discuss how things were progressing during your stay had suddenly turned into hours of visiting over tea and Barbatos cooking. 

He asks you what you meant when you’d said that. It wasn’t the first ‘personal’ question he asked you, and you didn’t see a reason not to explain. So you tell him all about your run ins with the wannabe preachers and ‘concerned’ Sunday school moms and the like and how you managed to offend them. 

He looks curious and you tell him to feel free to ask you if he has a question. He has a few, mostly about if there’s anything making you uncomfortable he might not be aware of, or if there’s anything you need that you can’t get in the Devildom. 

He’s genuinely concerned about not having thought about things like this when it comes to the exchange students, and asks if you’d help him make sure the program was improved and friendly towards all. 

It warms your heart to see him so passionate and ready to learn in order to make others comfortable, so you agree without hesitation

Your visits with Diavolo grow in number after that though some of them remain just friendly visits, some are focused on the exchange program and some of them are far more intimate. 

If you tell him you’re having a rough time with feeling dysphoric, he’ll Invite you over to visit and make sure you’re alright- and if you don’t feel like going out? He’ll come to you, a box of sweets from Barbatos and determined to find out if there’s anything he can do to help. 

He’s all about reassurance, “You’re perfect, and I don’t lie, remember?” 

Someone misgenders you intentionally or is just being transphobic in general? He’s quick to shut that down. He makes it known that he won’t tolerate any sort of hate speech or such behavior, and especially not towards you. No one is going to test Lord Diavolo on that, either.

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Then it Would be His Turn

Summary: Wincing he eyed Bones’ couch swearing it was glowing like a beacon to his aching body...Really just an excuse for some hurt comfort, No Slash

Rated: T

A/N: Basically plotless, honestly just an excuse for some hurt comfort, cause I'm always game for it. Also posted in my AO3 account under the same title.

Jim Kirk was not known for his willingness to go to sick bay, it wasn’t that he hated it, it’s just that..okay maybe he did a little, just the smell, and the overbearing whiteness of its walls. But today, today he was going to make an exception because even he knew, he was in bad shape. The only problem was sickbay was a chaotic mess. Well controlled chaos, but chaos none the less.

There were only a few of the Enterprise’s own crew in sickbay, the rest were all survivors of the Arthos a science vessel that had come in contact with some hostiles. Pirates-and honestly pirates? what century were they in?-who only wanted to gut the ship for parts not caring a single iota about the crew. They’d managed to send out a distress signal that the Enterprise picked up on before being completely overtaken. One rescue team and battle with the pirates monstrosity of a ship later, the crew of the Arthos had been rescued with only a few deaths on their end. It sounded so easy when said like that but it had been damn hard.

Jim grimaced resisting the urge to wrap an arm around his stomach. He could feel the stickiness of blood on his right side, the crimson liquid making his uniform kling to him. His head ached terribly, hell his whole ‘body’ ached, and his vision kept blurring, that was bad right? At least he knew it had to be with how often it kept occurring.

He blinked, his inner pride screaming at him to pull it together but all his body wanted was rest, rest and pain killers and for Bones to put him back together. He stopped just in the doorway to sickbay watching as nurses rushed about orders being shouted, Bones was nowhere in sight, at the moment.

There were so many Arthos crewmembers, so many casualties….he could wait just a bit longer. Somehow he made it through the chaos managing to make it to Bones’ office the doors hissing closed behind him. It was suddenly very quiet.

Jim stood there bleary eyed wincing against the lights.

“Lights, ten percent.” His voice sounded foreign even to him. He nearly sighed with relief when they dimed.

It hurt to breathe.

Wincing he eyed Bones’ couch swearing it was glowing like a beacon to his aching body. Stumbling over he practically fell onto it immediately relaxing in it’s cushions. A feeling of safety overcame him, his ship was under the capable hands of his First Officer, the crew of Arthos was safe and he was comfortable laid out on his best friends couch.

Bones would get to him soon, he just needed to focus on the crew first, then it would be his turn. Yeah…

***

Leonard sighed heavily running a hand tiredly down his face. Shit what an exhausting day, but in retrospect it had ended well, well, relatively. The remaining crewmembers of Arthos were patched up and tucked away on respective biobeds, with just a handful of Enterprise members among them. It had been utter chaos from start to finish but there hadn’t been as many deaths as were expected, a few close calls but other than that.

 Looking around he felt a bit buzzed, like he still needed to be doing something and he rolled his shoulders to relieve the persistent tension there. Grumbling under his breath he turned towards his office, planning to lose himself in the menial task of paperwork. As he approached the room it struck him then why he still felt so riled up. From the start of this mission he hadn’t seen Jim, heard his voice the few times over the intercom but other then that had seen nothing of him.

He approached a console, grabbing a medkit along the way.

“Computer locate Captain Kirk.”

Captain Kirk is in sickbay

He blinked, what? He was positive he hadn’t seen Jim come in and one of the nurses would surely have told him if he had, right?

“Exact location in sickbay?” He said rather hopefully, maybe there was something wrong with the damn thing.

Captain Kirk is in sickbay.

McCoy rolled his eyes, telling himself that punching the machine, would only result in hurting his own hand.

Turning he looked around the quieting room searching as many beds as he could. Still no sign of him. Cursing under his breath he turned back to the console. Just as he was about to demand to be patched through to the bridge a thought struck him. There was only one room-that was not meant for surgery or currently occupied-Jim could be in that was out of his line of sight. But how could he have gotten there without anyone seeing?

If anyone could, it was Jim.

He strode quickly over to his office the doors whooshing open softly. The room was practically dark.

“Lights fifty percent.” He blinked rapidly as they brightened eyes immediately landing on the prone figure on his couch. For a moment he froze eyes widening at the sight of his friend. Jim looked like shit. The lower right side of his gold uniform was stained red, his face bloody and bruised covered in grime. He was so still…

He knelt quickly by the couch hand immediately reaching out to check for a puls. Relief flooded him when he felt the familiar throb, worryingly thready, but there. Pulling out a tricorder he scanned him frown deepening worriedly at the readouts. As he reached Jim's head he nearly started when he saw his eyes open.

“Jim?” He said watching as the half lidded blue orbs tried to focus in on him. He blinked slowly some of the cloudiness clearing.

“Bones?” He slurred and McCoy managed a wry smile. “S’my turn?”

“Yeah Jim.” He muttered feeling an odd tug on his heart. The kid must be in a lot of pain to come willingly to sickbay, but why hadn’t he said anything?

“Jeez Jim why the hell didn’t you come find me?” He demanded.

“Was gonna, y’were busy with Arthos crew.” Jim slurred the reply only making McCoy shake his head.                         

“Jim, you’re the Captain, and-” My friend silently to himself.”I woulda made time for ya.” He finished softly throat oddly tight accent heavy with emotion.

Jim swallowed visible, looking a little misty eyed himself. Kid was in bad shape, he’d lost a lot of blood from the deep graze in his side, had a fairly nasty concussion, four broken ribs and his left wrist was fractured. It was the blood loss that worried Bones, thank god there didn’t appear to be any internal bleeding despite the extensive bruising.

“You look like shit kid.” He muttered shifting so he could better assess the wound in his side.

“Feel like it.” Jim mumbled.

Carefully Bones started to lift the crimson stained shirt. Jim hissed, surprisingly strong hand gripping at his wrist.

“Easy Jim, I gotta take a look.” Bones’ tone was uncharacteristically low.

“Hurts.” The soft admission made Leonard look at him sharply the words striking him like a knife to the heart. Jim’s eyes were dull and filled with obvious pain.

“I know kid, gimme a sec and I’ll give ya somethin for it.” He reassured gently prying Jim’s fingers from around his wrist. With some reluctance he lifted the shirt the rest of the way, it had adhered to Kirk’s skin pulling at the tender wound.

The graze lay just under Jim’s ribs deep and long, it looked damned painful. A trickle of blood still trailed sluggishly from it, staining his couch crimson. He’d be replacing the whole thing later.

Though deep it wasn’t enough to cause any internal damage, but infection looked like it was trying to set in.

Jim had started to tremble and Bones’ frown deepened if that were possible. His tricorder beeped and he cursed. Kid was going into shock.

“Ok Jim just try to breathe, take it easy.” He said, grabbing the needed hypos from his kit. He needed to move him to a biobed but wanted to stabilize him first.

“B-Bones.” Jim’s voice wavered uncharacteristically.

“I know kid, I know just hang on.” He injected the hypos quickly one hand on his tricorder. The blood loss was really fucking with the kids system.

Finally after a few tense moments, the readings evened out a little, not nearly enough for McCoy’s liking, but enough.

“All right, I’m gonna grab some help and we’re gonna move ya ok Jim?” He said. Jim looked dazed but nodded and Bones put a reassuring hand on his shoulder before standing. “Yer gonna give me gray hairs kid.” He muttered before quickly approaching the door, yelling for some help.

Nurse Chapel and Pitchmor responded quickly the latter barring a stretcher. Chapel-professional as always-didn’t comment on the situation entering and approaching Jim. Pitchmor followed on her heels looking momentarily stunned at the sight.

“Come on let's get ‘em to a bed.” He all but growled to get her into gear. She blinked easing the stretcher up to the couch.

“Jim, we're gonna help you all right?” McCoy said making sure his tone broached no arguments. He needn't have worried as Jim was unnervingly complaint.

They quickly wheeled him out Leonard barking orders as they went.

A familiar grimace settled on Jim's features as they worked around him. Headache.

He grabbed a hypo leaning over him.

“Just rest Jim, I gotcha.” He said quietly gently administering the sedative.

Trust swelled in deep blue orbs before succumbing to sleep.

***

Spock settled back in the Captain's chair observing the alpha bridge crew. They’d all worked hard in aiding the Arthos. The Captain as well. He had insisted on beaming aboard the science vessel as part of the rescue team. They needed to deactivate the device that was preventing them from beaming the crew aboard the Enterprise.

Spock had stated the illogicality of his choice but Kirk had only argued with him.

He had told him to stay on the bridge upon returning. In that moment Spock had found it odd that Jim had not wanted to take back the con, and deal with the pirates himself.

The mission was of course a success and Spock had dealt with the pirate's ship when they'd refused to surrender.

Now in the resulting calm, he found those thoughts returning. It was not concern persay, he was Vulcan after all, but only the logical need as First Officer to know the whereabouts of his Captain. It was his duty after all.

“McCoy to bridge.”

“Spock here, go ahead Doctor.” He readily responded.

“Could you come down to sickbay?”

“Of course Doctor, I will be there momentarily.” He stood swiftly. “Mr. Sulu you have the con.” He said before entering the lift the Lieutenants 'aye Sir’ following him inside.

Perhaps his questions about the Captain were about to be answered.

***

Jim came to slowly, soft familiar voices greeting him.

“Am I to assume the Captain will make a full recovery Doctor.”

“He lost a lot of blood, four broken ribs a fractured wrist and concussion, but yeah he'll be fine...idiot thought he had to wait.”

The pain was almost nonexistent his head felt marginally clearer.

“Jim, you with us?” Leave it to Bones to know when he was awake.

He pried his eyes open. Sickbays ceiling swirled for a moment before steadying, Bones’ face suddenly blocked it.

He looked tired.

“Damn right I'm tired, yer gonna give me gray hairs kid.”

Oops had he said that out loud?

“Ship?”

That's when Spock appeared.

“The ship is functioning adequately Captain.”

Which was Spock speak for ‘everyone's fine the ship is safe’, at least that's how Jim liked to interpret it.

His eyes trained back in on Bones.

“M’okay?” He asked.

McCoy rolled his eyes but there was a sort of fondness in his tone.

“You're pretty banged up but yeah you're gonna be fine, and before you ask you're not leaving here for another forty eight hours.”

Jim snapped his mouth shut giving him a look.

“Don't look at me like that, you came here voluntarily what'd you expect?”

He swallowed his retort because well, he was right.

There was a pause as Bones examined his readings an odd look on his face. Spock just sort of stood there.

“Bones-”

“What made you think you had to wait Jim?”

Jim blinked. “The Arthos crew-”

“Was being taken care of, Jim” McCoy looked down at him. “You don't ever have to wait.” The words were said softly and with unbridled emotion.

Jim stared at him for a moment and found himself holding back his argument. Just this once because the doc looked so tired, not because he seemed so, upset, definitely not because of that.

“Doctor McCoy is correct Captain,” They both looked at the Vulcan in surprise. “His team would’ve taken care of you most efficiently.”

Bones stared at him wide eyed.

“I think he just gave you a compliment Bones.” Jim said a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Shit were we transported into another universe again?” McCoy breathed.

Spock cocked an eyebrow. “I do not believe such an anomaly has occurred.”

Bones gave him a look. “You throwin’ around complements is anomaly enough.”

“Do you not think your staff efficient Doctor?”

“Of course they are!”

Jim let the familiar bickering fill the room settling back into the sheets. For once he was actually content to stay, but maybe not quite as long as Bones wanted. He was starting to feel better after all.

The bickering lasted only for a few more minutes and was ended when Bones left in somewhat of a huff.

Spock however stayed, looking as contemplative as a Vulcan could.

“Something else on your mind Mr. Spock?” Jim asked fighting sleep.

A pause where the Vulcan seemed to study him before answering.

“It is pleasing to see you, well, Jim.” He said slowly.

“Were you worried about me Spock?” Jim asked giving him a half smile.

“Worry is illogical.” Was Spock's seemingly flat reply. But Jim had started to be able to really read his First Officer, and could see the warmth in his eyes.

So he widened his smile. “Yeah sure, thanks Spock.”

Spock inclined his head turning.

“Take care of my ship Commander.”

Spock paused, half turned to look back at him. “Always Captain.” Meeting his gaze for a moment before leaving.

“Green blooded hobgoblin.” He heard Bones grumble and chuckled. Sleep tugged at him once more. He may not be on McCoy’s couch but, he still felt, safe, and so let slumber take him.

He had to build strength for his escape tomorrow after all.

End

A/N: And there you have it folks, not much of an ending but I hope you enjoyed it.