#king;responded

[exleiking]

“ i just want to help. ”

𝟑, 𝟒, 𝟓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

Starter reply;

King massaged the back of his neck as he bit his lip, looking at the truck kit laid out on the ground around his feet. He was deep cleaning the smaller fire car, it was a 4X4 SUV with the front cab and a flat bed. It was hot, the summer sun had been beating down and King had removed his shirt as he stripped the SUV and gave the outside a wash and was now about to start detailing the inside before he replaced the kit on the outside of the car. “Well... Boss doesn’t really like civilians touching any of our gear, but I think if you helped with the interior, he can’t get too mad.” King chuckled; the fire captain wasn’t there right now so it wasn’t like he was really taking any risks. 

“Why don’t you climb up into the front cab and I’ll show you how to polish up and detail the leather.” he nodded and opened the passenger door for the younger, before he headed around to climb into the driver’s seat, to point out what bits to use the ARMOR ALL polish on. “Keep the doors open, the smell from this stuff can be pretty strong,” he warned, “So besides wanting to do a good deed, what brings you by to fire house?” He asked as he leant across the other to open the glove box to collect a logbook that he needed to fill out. 

[exleiking]

“ you’re a work of art. ”

𝟑, 𝟒, 𝟓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 Starter reply;

King was not a vain man, nor was he a self-conscious man, so when he heard the comment from the other as he worked out on the beach front on one of his few days off he hardly expected it to be directed at him. He was 6ft4, heavily muscled with a year-round tan, broad cannonball shoulders with long limbs and big hands, but with his physical perfection, came the ugliness of his reason for being.

When king was created it was to be nothing more than a good soldier, a yes man for others to use in their conquests, and King’s decision to not be a part of this, to go against the grain and live with mortal man, well that decision had left him scarred, literally. 

The thunder gods body was littered in scars, his torso was heavily covered in long slashes, the most prominent of which was made by a blessed blade, that ran from his right shoulder to his left hip like a sash, there were star shaped scars scattered over his body from numerous bullets that had hit their mark, King had fought in every war and had the stories and scars to prove it, there were small lines as well most often stab wounds, though one or two had been impalement.

Long story short the mans whole body, arms, legs, torso, neck and face all wore ugly scars for all to see, he didn’t mind he hardly thought about them, the only time they were brought to the front of his mind was in cases like this, there was no way this pretty young woman would be referring to his beat up old junker of a body. King looked around then pointed at himself, “M-me?” he asked eyes a little wide as a flush came to his face, his shyness winning out.

[exleiking]

“ don’t touch me. ”

𝟑, 𝟒, 𝟓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 Starter reply;

Kings arms pulled back quickly at the others defiant words, “Sir, I’m sorry if you dislike being touched but right now you are in danger!” King insisted, they didn’t have much time to talk about it, a small fire that had started in the cafeteria had quickly gotten out of control.

The department was told the building had been cleared by the alarms, but then another of the firemen had heard the kids whispering about how a professor of the school had gone back in to look for more students. This time King waited, under the watchful eye of his chief, it was difficult, but he waited at the ready until they knew a person was still in the building. When they received confirmation there was no holding King back. 

He was in the building and then in the cafeteria in no time, thankfully due to the fire doors being closed off, the fire had been contained to the cafeteria. The smoke inside was heavy and black, as oils, food and fats burned in the kitchen. King had found the professor on the ground, the poisonous fumes having gotten to the other god. It was obvious the other man was not entirely understanding of his situation. 

“We don’t have time for this!” King barked as he heard something explode from the heat in the close by kitchen area. He bent and scooped the other man up in his arms in a bridal carry, despite his struggling and protests, then rushed through the smoke and flames to get his vic* outside and away from the heat. King kept running until he made it to the line of engines and ambulances before he dropped to his knees and laid his vic down on the wet cement.

[exleiking]

“  give me a kiss.  ”

𝟑, 𝟒, 𝟓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

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King heard the voice from lower down behind him, he was perched rather precariously on the side of the fire rig, doing some maintenance to one of the valves on the top, damn thing nearly got stuck closed on their last job. With one hand firmly holding on to a grip on the side of the rig King turned and looked down at Wukong, the monkey king was here again, in the middle of the day, when he was supposed to be at work, and no doubt Caca would be looking for him. 

King smiled down at the other man as he gazed up at him, Wukong had the prettiest eyes King had ever seen, so light and bright, full of life and laughter, his smile was the same everything about the other god drew King in so completely. “Order or request, I’m always happy to oblige.” King rumbled down to the monkey offering him one of his smiles that showed his rarely seen dimples. King let go of his grip on the rig and dropped down to be in front of the monkey, who to his credit didn’t even flinch, Wukong was good like that. Whether it was the confidence in himself, confidence in King or pure ignorance, King didn’t know, but he loved how in every way, even though Wukong knew just what King was capable of physically and otherwise, he was never scared of him. 

The other thing King loved about his monkey king was his height, King usually towered over everyone but Wukong, he was only 3 inches shorter than him, that meant that he was the perfect height to kiss. King reached out a big hand, letting it slide over the other mans neck to move around to the hair at the nape of his neck as he pulled Wukong in for a kiss, his other hand moving to the small of Wukongs back so he could really pull all of Wukong against him for a kiss. A kiss that started out so very sweet, but quickly moved on to something more needy. King let a pleased contented moan into the other man’s mouth before he parted their lips, their faces still close, Kings eyes were still closed marvelling in the feelings the kiss sent surging through his normally numb body. The feel-good chemicals his brain emitted from simply kissing Wukong were addictive. King sighed and slowly opened his deep blue-black eyes to look at his lover, “You are supposed to be at work...”

[exleiking]

Where there’s scented candles, there’s fire.

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King was so close to going home, he was about to sign out, his shift would ben done for the next 72 hours, most of which he was going to spend asleep, when the bell went off, now technically all King had to do was get his bag and leave but he couldn't do that, he would end up feeling guilty about it and that is no way for a god of retribution to be feeling. Instead he cussed, and kicked his duffle bag away and rushed back into the firehouse to suit up. As he ran back in one of the guys called back mocking him, “Thought You were going home chief!” the other fireman laughed, King was almost finished pulling on his turn out gear, “Yeah yeah asshole,I hear it, now move your ass!” King growled and jogged to get up on the engine in the front cab to get the debriefing of the situation.

There was a fire at a business named Babylon, it was in the mount phoenix’s red light district it was a brothel of sorts, King had never been there personally, he simply knew of its existence, the fire had started on the second floor in a private room, most occupants had been evacuated, but the situation needed further assessment. Within minutes they were there, all the men piled out and manned hoses, King shouted orders and began strapping on his respirator just incase, he was kitted up but without his mask on as he search through the evacuated civilians, all of which were being seen too by EMT’s. 

King got to one young man who was looking on frantic, “Hey! Hey, are you alright, what's wrong!?” King asked the younger man, who then took a deep breath like he was not going to tell him, “What is it? Is there someone still inside?” the young man's smoke stung eyes welled with tears, “YES! He's on the top floor! 409 on the right side!” the young man sobed, “Please help him!” he yelled out to King who was already rushing in. 

King had barely stopped to grab a pulaski before he was inside on the ground floor, the flames were bad here, barely contained by the flow of water from hoses. King quicky located the emergency stairs and started taking them 2 at a time heading up, one thing he did not love about his job was the required cardio, he was a lazy man at heart, though his perfectly muscled body told a different story. 

He was breathing hard, the smoke now so thick he could barely see, when King hit the top floor, a fleeting gloved touch to the handel told him there was an inferno on the other side as the glove began to smoke a little showing the heat, King kicked the door open and flung himself to the side to let the fire into the stairwell a moment before it retreated, King made sure the way was clear before he ducted into the burning hallways, he jogged through it all to find the right door, again a quick touch to the handel told him there was no flames on the other side yet but that it was locked. King wasted no further time as he brought the Pulaski up and back down on the sturdy door again and again, he hacked at it, until he was able to kick what was left in and enter the room. 

[exleiking]

☀️ : sick and delirious

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King did not feel right, he knew he was laying on his back and that opening his eyes was difficult, actually almost impossible. He tried to lift an arm to bring his hand to his face but his arm would not respond, instead of becoming concerned by this the thunder god became annoyed, “What is…” he slurred through heavy lips, “What is…wrong with m-me.” he muttered his voice rough and graveled. He opened his eyes for a second and was met with bright and blinding halogen white light so his eyes instantly closed again, “f-fucking… li-ght” he cussed all of his normal manners gone. 

He then managed to lift his arm lazily and touch his face, we was soaked with sweat, now he couldn’t exactly tell if he was really hot or really cold, but either way he felt like shit. Kings stomach lurched and he rolled to the side just in time to puke over the side of the hospital bed, it wasn’t much more than a mixture of bile and saliva, King coughed and his face went red. 

Finally opening his eyes enough to see the concerned face of a young woman in scrubs, King sniffled and brought a hand up to wipe some vomit from his mouth as he continued to breath heavily, “W-who is… Wh-what is…” questions about his current state started suddenly and stopped just as abruptly. King figured he felt like what death felt like, he didn’t have pain, not that he was aware of, but the overall feeling of not being okay was enough to drive him crazy, not to mention the heavy brain fog that was playing against what was left of his other senses, he couldn’t see clearly, he could small right, he couldn’t hear anything but the damn beeping of the machines. 

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👀 : holding a weapon

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King approached the chinese martial arts instructor from behind, the younger man had yet to really spot him, the god had clutched in one hand a Qiang, a tradition chinese spear weapon and it was about as old as he was. 

He’d been given it a very long time ago and had had it in storage, of sorts, for years. So, when some shipping containers arrived at his new place and it was inside he didn’t know what to do with it. Most of the chinese gods on the island would have no need for it, hell they might have had their own, so when he was looking into what to do with it, someone had mentioned in passing that there was a chinese martial arts instructor on the island and that he should head over to the gym he frequented with the weapon to see if they were interested in the item.   

“Excuse me…?” he called out to the younger,

[exleiking]

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King was heading home after working out for a couple hours at the gym, he wore faded blue jeans and a sweatshirt, he never wore headphones out of mostly paranoia, he was already laking one sense there was no way he would dull another one no matter how comfortable he was here in the town, when he got a feeling that pulled him towards a dark alley behind a building.

The building itself must have been shops, because there was light and noise coming from the front and inside which made the area behind the building that much darker. King dropped his duffle bag with his gear in at the mouth of the alley and walked slowly into the dark. The feeling that had pulled him into the alley was gone, it had been guilt, but the one who produced it was long gone. He didn't see anything out of the ordinary and turned to leave when he heard the faintest sound coming from a dumpster, King lifted the heavy lid and looked inside the stinking receptacle and was confronted by a small black kitten, mewling desperately for help.

The fireman didn't even think twice he lifted his body up on the side of the metal and reached in to scoop the small animal up. “Hey, hey it’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you, there there.” The man's heart melted as the tiny thing clung to him with it’s needle sharp claws and it mewled louder like its life depended on it. “Shhh, it’s okay little one, I got you now.” he murmured patting it, it was covered in something sticky, possibly leftover chemicals or food from the bin, he needed to get the little thing clean as soon as possible.

Clutching the kitten close King left his bag in the alley and rushed out into the street, it was early evening but still quite dark, he didn't even looked at what store he went into he just hid the kitten behind his back as he made his way inside and looked to find an employee, seeing a young man he moved over to him, “Hey, excuse me, you got a bathroom I could use?” he asked, kitten hidden behind his back, though the lot of good it was doing with the thing still mewling like crazy.