#may God bless him and keep him safe. 🤍

[whitehartlane]

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hey🤍 may I please request a fluff/romantic or Bi Han. I know a lot of people don’t think he is capable of being romantic but a girl needs some fluff for Bi Han please. Maybe something were he is sweet and caring only towards reader and everyone else he is normal Bi Han. Love your writing thank you🤍

This got shoddy at the end of the drab. 🦦

You were lost within your own head for while when Bi-Han had appeared at your side, gingerly taking your hand within his own, drawing a gasp from your lips as you felt his cold fingers intertwine with yours. ‘Bi-Han. You’re here.’ You breathed out, smiling instantaneously upon being greeted with the beautiful dark eyes of the man you had happily promised your heart to. Your grasped his hand tighter, almost as though you were checking if he was actually with you, rather then some illusion you’ve coincidentally conjured up.

‘Of course I’m here, little bird.’ Bi-Han told you whilst pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, letting them linger there for a while before pulling away to gently rest his forehead against your own. His eyes locked on yours, as though he were fearful to look away in the instance that you wouldn’t be there when he looked back. ‘For I could never be content as to keep you waiting for longer then needed.’ He adds as he took this moment to ingrain you eternally within his mind, so that he may never forget who he was fighting for, who he was carving a better future for and who he would vigorously defend till his last breath escaped from him.

Gods did Bi-Han hate being separated from you for long periods of time, truly believing that one day Kuai Liang and Tomas would try to enact revenge for his supposed betrayal, by taking away the one person who gave him true purpose in this life; you. However he couldn’t completely disregard his duties as Grandmaster, for it would be sacrilege. Bi-Han was forever grateful that you never held that against him, and instead fully understand that he couldn’t fully commit to being your lover when there was so much work yet to be done.

‘If it was for you?’ You inquired. ‘I’d wait for as long as I must to see my beloved home safe and sound. So you needn’t worry in keeping me waiting.’ You finished as you then softly pecked his plush lips, cooing softly once pulling away from him, enjoying how Bi-Han fruitlessly attempted in following after your lips. For a man as cold as ice he was quite warm and gentle, but you knew he was only like this for you and you often times felt spoilt by being blessed to see this side of him; The side of him that would constantly hold you face in between his hands when checking you for injuries, his thumbs stroking the skin of your cheeks with such gentleness, as though he thought you were going to break. You even saw Bi-Han during his most stubborn and his most angriest of moments and yet still you called him the most breathtaking man you’ve ever met because to you that was the honest truth.

‘I just don’t want to wish you being bored of me when I come home.’ Bi-Han admitted softly. ‘You deserve a man who is willing to be at your beck and call, to be with you from the early hours of morning, to the later hours of night. You shouldn’t have to settle for less because you feel as though that’s all there is going for you, and instead you should strive for more for you deserve more, way more then any man could possibly give.’ Bi-Han truly meant what he said, he truly believed that you deserved better, never to tolerate less, for he felt like he wasn’t giving you all that he possibly could and it pained him greatly because you’ve him so much throughout the duration of your relationship.

Bi-Han only felt as it was only reasonable to give you an out shoulder you feel as though you weren’t being valued enough, as he always tended to put you and your well-being first and foremost in just about everything. But you saw what he was doing almost instantly and you weren’t about to allow Bi-Han to make a offer a solution that’ll only end up hurting the both of you because despite his tiering duties as Grandmaster, he was a dedicated, loyal and caring lover. You couldn’t have to ask for a better man and never would for Bi-Han was it for you, he was the one.

‘Bi-Han.’ You murmured, taking your free hand to hold his cheek, stroking it reassuringly as you watched him visibly relax within your hold, moving his head to kiss your inner wrist. ‘To be bored of you would be like to be bored of living for while you are a very busy man, you are the most attentive, sweet, caring man I have ever met.’ You pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose before brushing your nose against his, breathing him in as deep as you could. ‘Not once have you ever made me feel less important or less valued. Never. You made me feel worshiped, you made me feel loved, you always found room for me within your busy schedule, and I could never find a appropriate way to express my gratitude to you but I hope to everyday.’ You concluded, hoping that you had gotten your point across that you weren’t going anywhere without him.

‘You don’t need to express anything to me, my beloved,’ Bi-Han reassured you, kissing your inner wrist once more. ‘For the sole fact that you still being here with me despite all my flaws is the biggest gesture I could have ever received and I’m eternally thankful that you haven’t yet given up on me. Do it should be me expressing my gratitude, not you.’ Bi-Han finishes. ‘There’s no need for that.’ You assured him. ‘You’ve done enough and you’ve just gotten back from a long mission. You must be exhausted and in need of rest.’ You then began to pull Bi-Han towards your shared bed by his arm.

Bi-Han wasn’t one to complain, as it meant he got to make up for lost time by laying in your arms and leeching off of your warmth whilst putting his aching body to rest, something his soul had yearned to do the moment he return to the Lin Kuei. ‘That sounds perfect, little bird. That sounds perfect.’

[subway-boss-jericho]

(Hammer anon)

(mechanical dreams- in one of the asks I sent you I mentioned you giving me ideas in terms of emmet getting sick. So uh. I finally wrote that. 

Apologies for any discrepancies! I kinda. Made some stuff up.) 

Emmet stared up at the darkly lit ceiling of his room, clenching his jaw and fighting everything in him not to groan. Of course this would happen. This always happened when he got too stressed. Ingo had even worried about it just a few days ago. 

He really should have figured that being blessed by god wouldn’t mean he didn’t have to deal with being sick. 

While he didn’t feel feverish he was at a loss of what else to call his current state. His brain felt like it was filled with cotton, all of his joints ached, and his sinuses seemed to be determined to explode from pressure. He clumsily lifted one of his heavy arms and let the weight of it flop against his face hard enough it caused his hammock to sway slightly. 

Emmet sighed. Loudly. 

The gentle glow of Ingo’s core pulsed, just once, and the machinery around him hummed in sympathy. 

“You are verrrrry lucky you don’t have joints anymore,” Emmet whined, wiggling to try and get more comfortable. The terminal in his room flickered on, text flashing on the screen big enough for Emmet to read across the room. 

Not that he needed to, “metal joints do not count!” 

The walls trembled slightly as Ingo laughed, and Emmet allowed himself to smile, even as his head pounded. It was nice to still be able to share moments like that. 

Oddly, Ingo didn’t quite stop trembling. An odd noise was attached to the movement, far too specific in pitch to be an accident. Emmet listened closer, closing his eyes and instantly feeling ten times heavier.

They were notes. Ingo was humming what must be the equivalent of under his breath. Just enough for the sound to resonate in the metal framework making up his body. 

Ingo was humming a lullaby to him. 

Emmet's heart felt tight, a sudden warmth capturing his throat and halting his breath. His eyes burned as he fought back tears. Unable to stop a few from leaking out from his eyelids. 

He loved his brother. It hit him like one of Ingo’s own attacks- a physical force sending him reeling. 

He loved his brother. 

It was times like these he struggled to understand how anyone could think Ingo was gone. 

Emmet smiled into his hammock, feeling the temperature of the room increase enough to be cozy. Safe and warm, Emmet slipped into unconsciousness. 

Ingo continued to sing. 

I've been sick the last four days and this very nearly put me in tears.

You mentioned discrepancies but I certainly don't see any. As far as I'm concerned, this can be considered a canon event. Mainly because reading this makes me feel like I'm gonna explode into tears. So yeah, this is. wehghh ;;

This means everything to me. Already reread it four times and I'm definitely going to keep rereading it. Ingo humming to Emmet as some small gesture to help soothe him when he's suffering is everything to me. He may not be able to tend to his ails, bring him warm soup, or tuck him in, but he can and will still show that he loves him in any way he can. Just because things are different doesn't mean they both won't keep trying to show they care in every way they physically can.

Well I'm gonna go cry and lay down. Overwhelmingly delighted that you've listened closely and I've given a detailed enough characterization for you to write something so accurate. I'm gonna go stare at the ceiling.

;; wegghh

As always, thank you for the ask 🤍 I'm going to try to go back through my inbox and answer more soon, I'm just not sure when I'll have enough time. I hope you're having a good weekend! 🌟🌠✨

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