in which you must take your father's place in the army, but keep clashing with the commander you're supposed to fool!
contains: lishang!toji x mulan!reader (YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS ) , toji gets a gay panic, toji isnt chinese so he doesnt fit here at all but idgaf because i said so, slight bondage, straight rawdogging cause captain goes straight to business 😛😛, porn with plot, LOTS of mulan references if you lock in you'd get it, HITTING IN FROM THE BACK 😨
for @jazzthatonewriterchick aint no fairy tale event! im so late but im SO HERE
Too late for the moon to shine, birds starting to chirp in the slightest streams of sunlight. Too early for you to be awake, too early for your local bread vendor to cross your streets.
Too early to have cut your hair and dressed yourself in armour, standing in line with males in a military camp. Too early to force your voice to be deeper, to stand straighter and taller.
Too early to face the scrutinizing gaze of Captain Toji.
Your hair was pulled back as far as it could go, stretching the skin of your forehead uncomfortably into a tight bun at the back of your skull. You were already mourning the loss of the hair you had to cut off, but you definitely couldn't show it on your face.
The Captain had started to walk across all the new recruits, arms behind his back in a way that seemed more intimidating than if he were outright slapping you. If you hadn't wasted time talking to that fuckass tiny dragon, maybe you wouldn't appear as sweaty as you did. Though, you had a sneaking suspicion that you were sweating out of fear of getting caught way more.
"And you are...?" His eyes gave you a once-over, narrowing suspiciously at your smaller frame. You spluttered for a common male name, and nothing came to mind except "Ping."
"You," Toji turned to his assistant, watching him tick off another name. He grabbed the clipboard from him, going through the details of your alleged identity. "It says here that you're supposed to be disabled, Ping."
You get curious looks from around you, but you force yourself to keep your gaze as innocent as possible. Well, as innocent a man could get. "There are a lot of Pings in my village, Captain. I'm pretty sure you're talking about dear old Baker Ping." Well, not exactly a lie, that one. Baker Ping should have stopped baking when he lost vision in both of his eyes a decade ago. You were scared to buy from there again for fear of finding another chest hair in your loaf of bread. "We must have gotten mixed up with another group."
"Mhm," he hummed with much disbelief, but moved along the line to your joy. You felt Mushu snigger in your pocket, and you felt the urge to pick him up and throw him right down the mountain.
"What was that about?" A soldier asked you, under the afternoon sun, while the two of you trained with swords. Honestly, he could pass off as more of a girl than you could with that slim-ass figure. Yes, queen, body goals.
"I'm not sure." You gritted your teeth as you held up your sword against his strike, feeling your arms burn. You hadn't exactly had any time to train before you came here, running off as soon as your parents were asleep or before you could change your mind. Your father would most definitely be angry, but at least he wouldn't have to lose his life. The stubborn man refused to stay at home or hide himself, even after giving half his life to the army already. His leg wasn't going to fix itself, but you could train to become as strong as he once was.
"Fight harder!" Came the Captain's orders from across the field, very much directed towards the two of you. I mean, what did he expect? The both of you were kind of pussies. He was training himself, beating up a recruit's ass mercilessly. Why couldn't he stop multitasking?
"Yes, Captain!" Came the mutual response, the two of you trying to push harder.
You were originally afraid of being an outcast, considering that you were probably the weakest there, but it turned out there were loners just like you. Sitting uncomfortably on the last seat available during dinner, you found yourself near the soldier from earlier, along with two of his friends. One was genuinely shaped like a midget, and you wondered if he passed the height requirement for the army.
Quickly realising that loners could be friends with loners and be loners together, you were now well acquainted with the slim baddie Ling, garden gnome Yao, and the fucking great wall of China. You still weren't sure what his name was, since he whispered under his breath most of the time.
The four of you were the weakest of the group, and Captain Toji constantly reminded you of that. He would pit you against stronger soldiers constantly, watching you fall over and over, struggling to even get up. His dirty looks in your direction only fueled your self-pity and anger towards the man. Why would he put you with someone at such a higher level? As if that would help you get better. It would only break your spirit.
This newfound alliance, however, was quickly destroyed when Mushu decided to butt his snout into business that wasn't his. You were partaking in a totally normal conversation, mind you, with the three of the men, when Mushu started to speak for you. Insults here and there for no reason, and you had started to look schizophrenic with the way you were hitting your pocket.
This ended with you almost getting pumelled by Yao and ending up with zero allies.
"Aw, don't sulk," Mushu poked at your sides, pulling out a notebook from god knows where. The dragon had decided to keep you up that night, even though you were very happy to put your head on a pillow and pass out. "Look what I got for you! Yes, yes, I know, I'm the best and all-"
"Where did you get my diary?" You yelped, grabbing the leather-bound book and pocketing it as quickly as you could, glaring at Mushu. "You little bitch, you went through my room when?"
"I didn't!" He protested. "The elders did! I just carried it along because they told me to! I didn't even read anything!"
"Okay, so I read the introduction, so what?"
"..." This time, your lucky cricket filled the silence.
"And a little bit of the pages while you were busy training, that's just because I was bored."
"OKAY FINE I READ THE FULL THING, I'M SORRY-"
Mushu was promptly dunked in the lake after that. You also did not give him the courtesy of drying himself off with your shirt. Instead, you flipped through your small notebook- half the pages were still empty. Maybe now, you'd have something to do instead of wallowing in self-pity.
The next morning, all the soldiers awoke to a callout into the pavilion. You followed groggily, catching sight of the Captain standing near a long, wooden beam. He waited until all the soldiers were in line before slipping off his robe. "You will all assemble here henceforth, at this time sharp."
Your cheeks heated at the sight of his back muscles before remembering you were a man and this was a non-gay-accepting time period, averting your gaze very quickly. You are a man. You are a man.
"Ooo, tough guy," Yao muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes at the Captain's words. You closed your eyes and pulled the speed face, waiting for him to be banished to the chambers of doom and despair.
"Yao," Captain Toji spoke. He pulled out one of the bows from the stand, aiming an arrow directly at your line. All of you stepped back, leaving Yao open to be incinerated. At the very last second, Toji turned, shooting an arrow to the top of the beam before you could even blink. It wedged itself between the wood with a splintering crack, the end sticking out and glinting in the morning sunrise.
"Soldiers," he shouted over the field. "Your mission is to climb this pole and get that arrow. Yao, thank you for volunteering to go first." He gave a grin to the said garden gnome.
"Oh, I'll do it. And I'll do it with my shirt on," Yao murmured profanities, cracking his knuckles and going to climb the pole before being stopped. "Wait, how could I forget?" The Captain walked up to him, holding out two golden discs. "This one represents strength, and this one represents discipline. You will use these to climb the pole."
Yao's hands fell flat on the ground under the weight. And you suppressed the urge to mutter something yourself. Ah, yes, climb a long pole with circular objects that weigh three times my weight. How innovative.
And it was no surprise when every soldier failed again, and again, and again. While the others were busy trying to do an extra challenge, you were busy trying to survive even the main training. With the bitchass emoji-sized man on your dick for the insults Mushu had spoken, you were continuously sabotaged each training session over and over by Yao and his two goons. Bugs in your shirt, getting tripped over, you name it. It wouldn't have even been that bad if Captain Toji wasn't present every single time, giving you a withering look that had you questioning reality.
You tried to do your part by helping around the troops, cleaning up extra, and using the skills your mother taught you to their full capacity. If she were here now, you would have thrown her a banquet. Every little trick she taught you for cooking, you used for dinners to help the cooks. They seemed to prefer you much more than the other soldiers, especially since you helped them wash the dishes later on. It wasn't like you had anything else to do except fail in training.
Everything you had worked for came crumbling down when Captain Toji approached you one night. He didn't have to say anything. He just had to look at you, arms folded, and your horse at his side.
You already knew what he was saying.
It was only a matter of time before your father was discovered, thoughts plaguing your mind as you pulled on the leash of your horse tiredly. You glanced at the camp one more time, trying to figure out how to keep him out of the enlistment, before your eyes fell on the pole. The arrow that stuck out at the top, the weights that lay at the bottom, abandoned.
You tied your horse to one of the wooden posts, approaching the pole. At least, if you were going to leave, let it be after trying the so-called impossible challenge.
Your lucky cricket chirped in dismay as you fell down more than eight times minimum, your muscles screaming at the weight of simply just one disc. If only you could take off your shawl and wrap it around the pole. You would have been able to climb up way faster-
You swung the weights around each other curiously, watching the black threads knot together behind the pole. Your face lit up as the sky lit up with the first light of daybreak, pushing yourself up further and further up the pole. Somewhere along the way, you had discarded your shoes, using your bare feet to get a good grip on the wood. When you looked down, you realised that soldiers had been watching you for goodness knows how long, cheering you on loudly.
About to slip, you were pushed forward by only the fact that it would be a public humiliation ritual if you fell down right now. Reaching the top with your core burning, you threw down the arrow with pride.
The shouts had started to heal your broken ego, but nothing could have done more than when you glanced at the ground to see Captain Toji staring up at you. His hands were crossed over his chest, looking down at the arrow before looking back up at you once more with a look far different from before. Sincerity. Impressed.
And now that the three chipmunks weren't messing with you, you found that you did far better in the training sessions. You shot arrows with precision, carried the buckets of water with balance you didn't know you had, and fought with sticks till you were topping the ones who had you down just a few weeks ago.
And when you came back to your tent, day after day, you wrote down giddily in your diary how you were the best in the entire troop, and how the Captain had given you a compliment today.
Mushu had simply sat on your shoulders, rolling his eyes at your words. "You like him."
"No," you scribbled down. "I like winning."
Toji was one hundred percent sure he wasn't gay.
That was until you showed up in the army.
Now he was ninety-nine percent sure he wasn't gay.
Surely, all he felt for you was pride? You had been able to best even him in a fight yesterday, and that meant that you were far stronger than you had ever been. It couldn't have been more than happiness at the improvement of one of his students.
Yet, you had such pretty features and looked just like a beautiful girl when the light hit you right. Your laugh may have been boisterous, but there was still a feminine edge to it. What the fuck were you, a femboy? Did femboys even exist in this period?
Toji was fifty percent sure he wasn't gay.
Plus, he had caught you staring at him numerous times this past week. And not in the normal oh my god he's my army captain i'm so scared to fuck up in his prescence look, but as if you were a WOMAN. Which you WEREN'T. This couldn't be good for his mental health.
Toji was twenty five percent sure he wasn't gay.
"Just because I live with men doesn't mean I have to smell like one," you muttered, throwing your clothes over the rock and getting into the lake. The soft moonlight bathed your shoulders, and you could finally let your hair loose. Well, whatever was left of it after you'd cut it off.
Mushu protested. "Girl, they're gonna catch you any moment, and I know there are some things they're bound to notice!"
"Relaaax," you drawled, floating on the water happily and washing yourself off. "Everybody's asleep. Who's going to be out at this ho-"
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-" You grabbed a lilypad from beside you and held it over the water where you were treading. God, why didn't pollution exist in this time era?
"Ah, it is you," the captain sat down on the coast of the lake, sandy spreading out with his weight. "What are you doing out here so late?"
"Oh, nothing, Captain." You deepened your voice as usual. You had never wished in your life to be more flat-chested than you did now. Goddamn everything to hell. This was the worst time for Mushu to be right. "I'm just cleaning myself from today's training."
"Cleaning isn't a word you hear a lot in the army," he chuckled, and you had to pause and blink for a second. Was this the first time you'd heard him laugh?
"Ah, well, my mother always drilled it into me to bathe," you laughed, trying to keep all awkwardness out of your voice.
"I miss getting in the lake, too," he admitted, looking at the water with a hint of wistfulness. "But the duty of a captain means barely any free time." You felt a bit guilty for being in the lake now, seeing as he had probably meant to get in as well. You couldn't have chosen another night to wash up. "I am very grateful for your help around the camp, Ping. You cook well."
"Thank you," you bowed your head slightly, happy at the appreciation. Who knew all it took for some praise was to climb a big, long stick?
"I might as well get in now, don't you think?" He had started to untie his silk pants, and your brain was screaming at you to just go under the water and drown before your trusty three chipmunks heard your bat signal.
For whatever reason, the entire troop had decided that they wanted to have a dip, too. For the price of seeing close to forty naked men jump into a water body you were currently in, you got to escape in the chaos, wrapping a towel around yourself and running behind your horse. Perhaps, after this, he was a goat. (IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY)
But all that could plague your mind that night was the sight of the Captain's deft fingers undoing the knot of his pants. What if you'd let him? Surely, before getting executed, you would have been able to see -
Okay. Maybe you liked him.
I mean, who wouldn't like a man constantly shirtless and fighting? The scar at the corner of his mouth that tilted up every time he smirked, the way his hair fell over his forehead when he had it loose from his usual army updo.
A straight man. That's who wouldn't like him. But unfortunately, you were a very, very straight woman when it came to Captain Toji. So much so that one day you almost forgot that you were supposed to be an XY chromosome, walking out without binding your chest tight enough and then rushing back inside as fast as possible.
Okay. You definitely liked him.
But there was nothing you could do about it! Even though he seemed to look at you in a weird way. Maybe, if he were gay, you would have a chance?
No, that would never work. Gay guys needed dicks to suck, something you clearly didn't have.
"Focus." The Captain's voice rang out, snapping you out of your daydream and slapping you down hard with the wooden stick. "What are you doing today, Ping?"
You rubbed your eyes, watching him hold out his hand. You took it hesitantly. "Sorry, Captain."
"Something on your mind?" He asked, his voice gravelly. You shook your head. Something is definitely on my mind.
"Or, something you're hiding?" You choked on your spit, doubling over and cursing when Chien-Po, the apparent Great Wall of China, slapped your back to try and help you. You probably broke one of your vertebrae there.
"N-No, Captain," you choked out, watching his eyes crease at the ends with amusement, tilting his head with a knowing look. "Why would you say that?"
"Oh, nothing," he shrugged, moving past you. His hand brushed against your waist, causing you to flinch. "Just making small talk."
Small talk, your ballsack. Captain Toji never did small talk. About to go overthink, he turned back to you once more. "And, Ping?"
"I hope you know that the soldiers weren't allowed to carry leather notebooks in this troop."
You sat back down on the ground in horror, Mushu giving a small "oops" from wherever he was in your clothes, and Cri-Kee giving you an awkward backtrack of doom.
You ran back to your tent when your legs finally got feeling back, checking underneath your pillow and feeling horror settle in your stomach. Your diary was gone, and Mushu was standing like a guilty cat near your blanket.
"Mushu," you growled, dread filling your face and heart and lungs and you were going to get executed, weren't you? This was your last day, and he was toying with you. You were committing treason by doing this, after all.
"MUSHU!" You exclaimed, catching the traitor by his tail and dangling him upside down. "WHAT DID YOU DO?"
"NOTHING!" He tried to hide his face. "I was just reading your latest entry outside, and then that wretched captain came up, so I had to hide myself, but I forgot to take the book with me and-"
You sat down on your blanket, holding the pillow to your face and screaming loudly. This was it. This was the end. You couldn't believe that you were going to die before your troops even got to go to war.
Toji himself was very, very relieved after reading through the suspicious notebook. First, very flattered by the way you wrote about his compliments in detail, and second, very relieved that he was not imagining things.
Toji was one hundred percent sure that he wasn't gay.
The next evening, you were called to Captain Toji's office.
That was the first order you received. "I'm sorry?"
"Do you have a problem?" He tilted his head. "Surely, we're both men here. It shouldn't be anything new for me to see."
You paused, hands hovering over your robes. Shit, you should have worn armor and come. It would have given you an extra few minutes of life.
You sighed, removing the ribbon of your robes as slowly as you could. You slipped the material off your shoulders, leaving you in your pants and your tight, tight binding on your chest.
Toji raised an eyebrow, and you took off your pants as well, sullenly. He opened his mouth, though you knew he was just asking for the sake of it: "Why is your chest wrapped?"
Well, if you were going to go out, at least you could go out with a bang. You didn't see the need to talk to your captain with respect now that you were going to die.
"I'm a woman; that's why," you snapped. "Do you need me to unwrap this, too?" You pulled at the bandages on your chest.
"I mean, by all means, go ahead," He shrugged, causing your cheeks to heat up. "But before you strip-tease, I would like to know the reason a woman would want to join an army."
"I needed to protect my father," you tried to explain yourself, purposefully ignoring his previous comment. You watched him get up from his seat, stalking towards you. "He was injured. He could not have possibly fought this war."
"Do you think there are no other men here who may be injured?" He asked curiously, eyes raking over you. "Do you think that in all of the troops, there are men of different ages and builds, still willing to serve the army?"
"I don't care about the other men over here," you growled. "My duty is to my heart and my family."
"Interesting." He had started to circle around you, like an eagle watching a rat. "Do you know why I did not execute you on the spot after I went through your diary, Ping? Though I must say, that's not an appropriate name to use anymore. What should I call you, soldier?"
You spoke your name, and he repeated it, committing it to memory. "Why do you think I have not executed you yet?" He repeated his question.
"I honestly think it's just to humiliate me," you admitted under your breath, picking at the binding.
"Now why would I humiliate my best soldier?" You could hear the cocky amusement in his voice, making your skin burn. He was currently behind you, so you couldn't even see his expression.
"Because your best soldier has a vagina."
"No," he said evenly, and you startled at the touch of his fingertips at your ribs. "That is precisely the opposite reason."
He spun you around to face him, untying your hair from the bun you had kept it up in. "Do you know what men miss in the army the most?" He purred, fingers spinning the ribbon around.
"Freedom?" You guessed weakly.
"Women." He tossed the ribbon somewhere onto his floor mattress. "And you are no exception to the category."
You opened your mouth to fight with some sort of insult against his supposed sexism when he shut you up by trailing his fingers down the column of your neck. "Not only can you cook and clean, but you can also fight and wield with might. You already prove my father's biases wrong the moment you stepped foot in this troop."
Your ears started to turn red with both his words and his proximity. His hands had stopped at your collarbones, but seeing that you hadn't moved away, he inched lower. With the speed he was moving at, he was giving you every chance to turn and flee from his tent.
"But surely, there can't be no reprimand for this action," Toji murmured, starting to peel off your binding carefully. "What do you think, soldier? What punishment do you think you deserve?"
Which is how you found yourself in a dark tent with your captain on top of you.
Now, where could you even start? The part where his candle flickered out? The part where you were ecstatic that you didn't have to be gay to kiss him? The part where he used his tongue to pull you apart in ways you didn't even know were possible? Or the part where he was currently drilling into you?
Okay, let's start with that.
Considering the fact that you had come from an orthodox village, your freak was already off the charts if you asked the elders. But you were still a virgin, so it was quite nice for Toji to push in as slowly as he could. You had bitten onto his arm in pain, holding on for dear life as he stretched you out with a cock you weren't sure even your horse had. You'd asked him to move as slowly as he could, and he complied, though you could see that it pained him to do so.
That was, until you'd started to squeeze so hard he thought you were going to milk him dry. He'd had to place one of his big hands over your mouth to suppress your sinful noises, flipping you onto your front so he could press your head into the pillows when even that couldn't stop your moans.
Your back was in the meanest arch, and even then you knew he was going easy on you. His thrusts may have been deep, but they weren't as fast as he could have gone. His restraint was showing, especially with the way his grip on your hair tightened with each passing moment.
He leaned forward till you could feel him press against your back, hips pummeling into you in ways that made you see stars. Shit, if you were going to fucked like this everytime your cross-dressed, you would have done it fucking ages ago. "Stop thrashing, brat."
Your arms had been clawing at his blankets for the last few minutes, unable to do anything in this position but arch and take every inch. Every time you tried to move, he would push your back down further. "I'm trying," you slurred. You swore you had drooled somewhere in the middle; you were so fucked out.
"Tch." Before you knew it, he'd grabbed the ribbon that was in your hair just half an hour ago and was now bound around your hands. You winced as he pulled them behind your back, using your arms as leverage to drill further in, if it was even possible. How did he manage to tie the ribbon so fast? How did he even find the ribbon in the dark?
"Stop moving away," he grunted, his thrusts becoming sloppy. Your thighs had already become numb- you'd cum at least three times already. "If bad girls deserve punishments, they have to take them."
You kept your mouth shut, burrowing into the pillows once more before you felt a sharp sting on your ass. You yelped, turning your head around as far back as it could go.
"I don't think silence is the correct answer, soldier."
"Y-Yes, Captain." Your words were punctuated with whimpers, and he smushed your face into the pillows once more to smother them. You felt another familiar coil in your stomach tighten, letting the pleasure wash over you without trying to fight it. You squeezed around his length so tight that he cursed into your shoulder, cumming with stars in your vision.
"Fuck, don't squeeze on me like that." He'd started to go faster, licking up a long stripe from the middle of your spine to your neck, making you shudder. "Turn around, turn around right now."
As if you could turn around yourself. You were like a rag doll right now, completely blissed out and at his mercy. He flipped you over himself, kissing you messily as you creamed around his cock. You could feel the slight roughness in his lips where the scar passed through, and you tried to nip on it clumsily. The action seemed to throw him over the edge, and he pulled out as fast as he could before you felt warm sprays all over your stomach and inner thighs. He let out a downright pornographic moan, and it was your turn to reach up in horror and cover his mouth.
His fist clenched around the base of his cock, leaving more messy ropes of seed over your stomach, some even reaching your breasts. He collapsed next to you as you reached a finger down to lick up a bit, scrunching your face at the salty taste.
He laughed at your reaction, using your discarded robe to wipe off the sweat and the cum lazily, before blindly reaching for the blanket with his feet. You assumed you were supposed to go back to your tent now, but if he was the one putting the blanket on you, surely he didn't mind?
"So, soldier, do you want to keep this job?"
You waited until your breathing evened out, using your brain to connect dots. You turned to face him on your side. "I want a law stating that women can join the army."
"I'll send a request to the General."
"Same time next week?" A giddy smile passed through your expression. Well, well, well, look who got stuck on the bait.
"As if." He growled, pulling the blanket up until it covered you up to your nose. "Same time tomorrow."
a/n: mulan my love my favourite i love mulan mulan is my childhood mulan is my soul nothing can ever make me hate mulan i love you mulan
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