#mp-king

[exmpxmuzen]

Caught in the Rushes

starter for @mp-king ft muzen & king 

Whistling softly to himself as the hot sun beats down on the lush green of the park around him, Muzen happily sinks his knees into the mud as his gloved fingers wrestle with a particularly prickly, aggressive bush that was casting the surrounding plants in so much shade, it was killing them off! It’s not Muzen’s favourite job to be a heavy pruner, but he’s got his sheers in and he’s cutting away merrily. The insects buzz around him happily as they always do, from the bumble bees dipping into pollen rich flowers and caterpillars inching their way, camouflaged across green stems, all of it creating a happy hubbub of life cycle around him that Muzen loved so much about this park. 

Having hacked off limbs from the bush, the grounds keeper gathers them all up ready to be disposed of and starts to stomp his way back towards his ‘office’, or hut not far away, when he hears it. A tiny, weak cry for help. It wasn’t in a language that most could understand, it was more like a shared connection, and it has him dropping his twigs and branches with a gasp. He knows the frightful cry of a honey bee anywhere! Not just any bee, one of his bees. His travelling companions from the mortal world, the beginnings of his farm! 

It isn’t long before he finds the source, as a drenched, fat, fluffy bumble sits slowly drowning on the surface of the lake. It’s wings pathetically twitching, but too drenched to do a thing to save itself. “D-Don’t worry! I’m coming-!” Muzen shouts and before he’s even really thought about his own inadequacies in water, the god is kicking of his wellington boots and striding down into the rushes of the lack. “Cold!” He gasps to himself as he wades in deeper, and quickly his choice of clothing becomes apparently a hindrance. The denim of his dungarees when wet become increasingly heavy, as he continues to wade deeper, up his thighs and a quick squeak as he gets to the crotch. That is cold! 

Finally reaching the bee, now up past his middle, Muzen scoops it up into his hand and feels the patter of tiny wings in his palm. Now he can relax, or so he thinks, as his hips jut forward with a current, and he realises, he’s stuck! Quickly he tries to turn, but each step has his feet slipping on pebbled river bed, and the current sucks him out deeper, until the cold water is lapping at his chin! Now he’s splashing more, hand holding the bee still lifted high, as his other tries to wade and propel himself back, but he can’t fight the current. With another slip of his foot his face is under, leaving him to gasp loudly as he pushes back up again and starts to swim! Or as close as he can, because like his bee friends, he can’t deal with water either!

[mpwukong]

cont from here w/ @mp-king 

Wukong's head lifts from his paperwork as his keen ears pick up on a rather familiar, deep and rambunctious voice, once more raised in argument, with that usual flare of impatience and stubbornness that came with everything a certain god of thunder put his mind to. Narrowing his eyes, the director lets the file in his hand snap shut, as he steps forward towards the triage beds on the ER Ward, and low and behold, as he turns the corner there is the sight of a large fireman wrestling with one of his nurses. What else was he expecting. 

With a gentle sigh, Wukong slips the file under his arm, as his hand lifts and with a snap if his fingers the usual straps and wires that sit on each bed, as sheet fasteners or bungee straps for medical equipment seem to come alive in that moment. Like snakes they wriggle and crawl across the man, looping over his good arm, straining across taught muscle before snapping back and pinning his arm to the bed and stopping all efforts to leave. “Mr King-!” The Monkey King chimes as he walks over, smile bright as he stops by the bed, looking down at his now bound patient. “Now, are you going to behave and stay in bed, or am I going to have to sit on you?” He hums, gently tilting his head before glancing to the nurse with a nod, agreeing to take on the patient. Once she had moved away, the playful director leans against the side rail of the bed with a tilt of his head and a whistful, “couldn’t stay away, hm?” Of course, following their very breif interaction in the Fire Station the man knew next to nothing about him, very least where he works or his status, both as hospital director, or council member... but this was fun.

Wukong’s eyes lower to the broken arm as his nose crinkles, now that was a bad break. “Oft-” he whistles softly with a shake of his head, slowly standing straight again he taps the belt pinning the fireman down and it springs free, once more just a strap and nothing more. Moving a little higher up the bed with a step, having set his files down, the doctors fingers reach out to gently touch the side of his neck with a hum and in a much more professional voice asks “did you hit your head at all?”.    

[aphroditexmp]

Night Out | Aphrodite & King

For @mp-king

It was a fact that Aphrodite never showed up underdressed and the proof was there the moment she entered the restaurant. Her long hair cascaded in silken waves and her gown hung perfectly against her curves. An aura of soft light and the scent of roses seemed to follow her, making her absolutely unmistakable.

She smiled at the male behind the reception, confident that she didn’t have to introduce herself, and was promptly led to her table - and her date. “Sweetheart, am I late?” she asked, waiting for her chair to be pulled out before taking a seat, “I do apologize. The traffic seemed incredibly slow on the way here.”

Aphrodite wasn’t sorry, not really, but had learnt that most people felt it was polite to be. She didn’t quite understand why women needed to apologize for such trivial things when, in her mind, it was a privilege to be in their company to begin with.

[mpxposeidon]

slap on the wrist//

@mp-king

Poseidon had dealt with his fair share of reckless crew members in his time working in different firehouses. King, however, was a different breed entirely. Perhaps it was a literal god complex or something else entirely but, he’d come too close to putting other members of the crew in danger this last time. As always he was the only one hurt but, he’s almost gotten one of their EMTs in a rough spot as well as the ladder operator. As Chief, he knew he had to confront him. The god was not looking forward to it, as he respected King a lot. There were times when he had to lay down the rules and give even the Deputy Chief a slap on the wrist.

He approached Lei King as he was sat in the back of the ambulance, clean up was underway at the site. The crew was helping out where they could and he was to go in soon with one of the detectives to rule out arson in just a few minutes. Poseidon eyed Lucas who was hard at work cleaning up the scorched skin of the god. He seemed to be healing a bit already but the ash was making a mess so the demigod was fighting to clean the wounds as they healed.

The Chief stood before the two, his arms crossed over his chest. He’d lost the top part of his gear and was only in his fire-retardant pants. His red suspenders hooked over his white Chief’s shirt. Poseidon let out a sigh and made eye contact with King. His voice was calm but stern, demanding an answer not as his friend but as his superior.

“What the hell was that, King? Do you have any idea the danger you put not only yourself in but Luke here as well? The ladder almost got blown off the truck.”

[phobetorxmp]

Fire, Thunder and Silk Pt 2

Phobetor's eyes remain gazing back into those lovely hazel pools as King begins to murmur softly to him. He may be divine to look at, all that wonderfully tan skin stretched over taut musculature, big hands, long limbs and a lovely face of bone structure, but his eyes were something else. Coupled with that deep, soothing voice he was as close to a dream as a god of nightmares could hope to get.

His warm smile only widens as he feels the hand gently cup his jaw, along with such complimenting words, leaving him to turn his cheek a little into the hand, as the thumb softly maps his features. As the kiss is promised with such gently purred words, Phobetor doesn’t falter even a moment as he lifts his chin to receive it, letting out a soft hum as the lips press to his own. Of course his kiss would be as sweet as him! Though a good indication that the intent was there, along with that deep voice humming a few more inviting terms, it’s still not enough to come even close to quenching the fire King was very quickly stirring into an inferno within Phobetor.

With the help of large, strong hands he is happily lifted up onto the fireman’s lap, straddling with knees either side, his arms wind around the man’s neck, fingers slipping into his damp hair at the base of King’s neck as his eyes twinkle with playfulness. Keen to hurry along to the part where he can devour the man, he lightly bumps their noses with a hum, before his eyebrow arches as King continues to speak.

For a moment Phobetor isn’t really listening, planning to lay kisses along that gorgeous throat a his eyes trace is, before the other’s words catch his attention, and his gaze flicks up. Pain inducement, of course! It made total sense for  god that could not feel the stimulation. Letting out a soft, breathy chuckle, Phobetor’s head shakes a little as his hands slide slowly from hairline, to neck, along broad shoulders and down to his chest. He found the concern sweet, but not at all needed. “Try it-” he purrs, letting their noses bump once more, only this time he hovers his lips close, murmuring against them. “Trust me, relax and ... hurt me” his last words are little above a breath as just the sheer idea was driving him crazy with desire! @mp-king

[mpwukong]

The 3 Stooges

starter for @mpcamazotz & @mp-king ft wukong / camazotz / lei king 

“Ha, take that Mr Seo, I can be on time-” Wukong hums to himself under his breath as he stands under the canopy of the bar, fingers playing with the metallic strap of his watch. All around him the bushes and eaves are twinkling with fairy lights and lanterns, and it is just screaming date. Sifting awkwardly the doctor watches as couples pass, entering or leaving the fancy establishment with its soft mood lighting and gentle background music.. this was not Wukong’s usual bar of choice for drinks. Why had he chosen it?! This was not the usual establishment for two male friends to ‘grab a beer’. Even memories of his he had tried to invite the other god so casually make him wince with second hand embarrassment. 

It is then that in the distance he spots the other god, towering head and shoulders above the other night dwellers as he walks down the street, and Wukong can’t help the way he raises his hand to wave eagerly, before scolding himself as he lets it drop. “Act cool, it’s just drinks” he grumbles to himself, before stepping forward to intercept the fireman. “King-!” He chimes happily with a bright smile, before turning to open the door for him. “After you, do you like cocktails?” he chats happily, liking quite a few fruity concoctions himself, “I hear they’re good here!”

[mpwukong]

Fire Engines

starter for @mp-king ft wukong&leiking

Whistling softly between pursed lips, Wukong’s shoes scuff the pavement as he lazily kicks chips of concrete in his wake, watching them skim off before his thudding footsteps catch up to them once more, and yet another kick. With hishands strung low in his trouser pockets he thumps the pavement in a bored stupour, a grumble just seconds away from being uttered at every corner, and every continuously boring minuite. He does not like forced leave days. Gam Seo had been very clear, the director had worked months with no break, so now he was subjected to a weeks worth of torture... of nothing! 

It was this nothingness that had forced Wukong from his apartment, lead him to wander around the grocery store, dabble in an arcade and now.. how he was just beating the street like a teenage vagabond. Monkeys do not do well with nothing to do. 

Just as he was contemplating finding some real mischief to get up to, just to eleviate his boredome, Wukong comes stuttering to a stop as he’s left looking up at the beautiful, ruby red, glinting paintwork of a freshly washed fire engine. “Whoa-” he breaths softly, eyes widening as he takes it all in. They were so cool! Oh how his fingers itch to play with it. A little trickster magic here and a bit of slight hand there and he could take that baby out for a spin! Set the siren off! 

“No, no no-!” Turning away the Monkey King scolds himself, scunching his eyes closed as he shakes his head. That would be utterly unacceptable, not to mention recklace... and so so cool! Groaning he turns back, casting one last forelorn look at the machine, before his eyes catch an open door beside it. “Oh-” He hums, head quickly popping out from the side of the engine, before he totters over. “I want to see the pole-” he mumbles to himself before he’s stepping in through the shutter door and into the fire station’s ‘parking lot’. Here there were all manner of vechicles, under the sun that beat down onto the open forecourt. It was bigger in here then he’d imagined, Poseidon must have a hard time overcompensating with this one.... not that Wukong can talk, he does have a whole hospital. Not that it’s a competition! One he would win.. Moving in a little deeper, as carefree as ever for his tresspassing, the sound of spirting water catches his attention, along with a steady stream of soapy bubbles past his feet as he steps around an engine. Coming to a stop he’s caught, eyebrow slowly rising impossibly high, as he feels like he just stepped onto the set of a fireman’s calendar. ‘June... this was definitely June’ is all his mind can think, because it was HOT, as he watches the half dressed fireman hose down another engine before him. iIs jaw feels lax, scanning down damp skin to taunt arms holding the hose and for once, even his smart mouth can’t come up with anything to say.  

[mpxvalentina]

work of art,,

continued from here with @mp-king​

Valentina had been spending her afternoon sunbathing happily, loving nothing more than the heat of the sunshine on her tanned skin. She’d been laying on her stomach when she spotted the older man working out in the beautiful summer sunshine. Her eyes had casted over him from over the rim of her glasses, she was unashamed as she checked him out from where she was sprawled out on her towel. After watching for what some would consider a rudely long time she collected herself and walked over to him. Expressing her opinion vocally and with no shame or shyness.

A smirk spread across her lips before it was pulled between her teeth. She placed both her hands on her hips as she nodded at him. Val was not one to complain about scars, birth marks, stretchmarks or any other type of skin “blemish”. To her, things like that only made people more beautiful and unique and this man before her was definitely a sight to behold. It was almost a fault of hers, to be so openly flirty with everyone no matter if they were into her or not, but it was her nature and she wasn’t intending to change anytime soon.

“Of course, handsome. You’re the only one here looking like a three course meal, for the whole beach to see. I just had to come tell you, because when I see someone as good looking as you? I like to let them know.” One red painted fingernail pushed her sunglasses down enough to give him a playful wink.