closed starter for Sol (@starskipplng)
when: oct 31, 1996
where: lake las vegas—beach party
How long was too long before it was awkward? A full minute in silence seemed enough for Wyatt. Subtlety wasn't exactly his strong suit, made obvious by the way he kept casting downward glances at the man to his right. Three times he'd opened his mouth to say something, then buckled as he came up blank.
It was hard to mistake Sol; he'd delivered a package to him a few days before, and had managed to perfectly trip over the top of his own shoe and land stomach-down in the grass. The package had comically sailed through the air and landed perfectly on the front steps of the man's caravan, but the evidence of his buffoonery was written down his shirt. Still, a job completed is was job well done.
All it took was a full minute of nothing but the sound crackling bonfire and the eerie energy of someone he'd decided (again, in just a full minute) was eons more suave than he could ever be to work up the courage to say... something. In one hand he held a plastic cup of punch which was very much alcoholic. The other...
"Lookin' good..."—he gestured to Sol's pirate hat with a finger circling the air, then down toward his chest and pants to refer to the rest of the costume—"Davy Jones got nothin' on you, mate. You got that whole sexy edge goin' on. Y'know... walk the plank!... but like... hot... 'nd all'a that... good stuff..."
Yeah, cool, hitting on someone who looked like they could snap you in half with a single glare was totally a good idea. He could hear the little voice in his head saying shut up; say something fucking normal. But unfortunately, the guy in an unkempt wig, wild beard, and a fucking loincloth was serving full-blown idiot.
"You in a crew with all'a them?" He asked, gesturing to the handful of other pirates scattered around the beach. "Co-ordinated or somethin'?"
So this is for an audience of one, but everyone is welcome to read it. This is for @bihansthot. I meant to finish this as a birthday drabble, but life got in the way. (Lol pesky life situations!)
My girl has been feeling down, so please spam her with Bi-Han posts. 😁 Or Syzoth posts!
No warnings, just a little angst, some fluff, Bi-Han being sawft on the inside.
Sol, I hope I did your man right.
And guest appearance with me and Havik. 🤣 Don’t mind us.
Notes: Sawft Bi-Han is sawft. And mentally exhausted. Bi-Han’s kink is being loved and taken care of. He is sawft on the inside to his special woman. This is canon divergent from MK1. In that Bi-Han and Kuai Liang are just arguing and live separately, now that Kuai Liang is married. His wife can be whoever you know that selfships with him. Because it ain’t Harumi. Not in this fanfic. We make our own rules. Oh, and Smoke likes to visit Kuai Liang a lot.
Idle chatter and the sound of music, with an occasional interruption of static, resounded in the van as Bi-Han stared out the window. The woman, Malice, had offered to drive him back home, much to Havik’s annoyance.
The chaotic man was vocal about his distaste for the cryomancer. However, if that short little lady said jump, Havik would ask how high. If she wasn’t there holding the invisible leash on him, who knows what destruction Havik would cause.
And if Bi-Han wasn’t sitting in the bulkhead of this old rickety van, he imagined Havik’s head would be detached and in between her legs right now while she’s driving. As the lumbering giant of a man keeps asking her multiple times when he can do it.
He leaned his head back and let out a heavy sigh as he watched Malice smack Havik’s hand away from her thigh.
He could’ve waited until tomorrow to go home. Or take a bus.
Still, he was thankful for the offer after a rather disastrous attempt to spend time with Kuai Liang. His brother had seemed reluctant to the idea of sitting down and talking with him. But after Kuai Liang’s wife encouraged him, he readily agreed. Maybe it would be good for both of them.
They couldn’t have been more wrong.
The subject of their parents was touchy at best. And Bi-Han isn’t one to beat around the bush. He did not love their father, nor held any respect for him. After being taken away from their mother at a young age to serve in the Lin Kuei against their will, Bi-Han could never trust him, nor forgive him.
That’s when the yelling began.
Both of them were stubborn. And both of them wouldn’t back down. Trading venomous words and bringing up old wounds, until Tomas and Kuai Liang’s wife interfered to settle them down.
The sting from his brother’s words and his angry gaze hurt more than any brutal training regiment they’ve been through.
Kuai Liang ordered him to leave his house. And he did silently, with a pang in his chest.
Hurt was not a feeling Bi-Han was well accustomed to.
The rickety old van pulled up to the home Bi-Han and Sol shared and Malice parked in front. “Well, here we are.”
“Thank you, Malice,” he nodded at her.
“Don’t mention it. Now, listen here for a sec.” She smacked Havik’s hand away yet again and Bi-Han mentally groaned.
He certainly was not in the mood for any more arguments.
“Look, Kuai Liang is a little hard headed and stubborn. But he’ll come around. Trust me. This little tiff you got into today was good for him. For you both. Get it all out in the open. Get the poison out for the wound to heal. Y’know?” The short brunette looked up at him.
An ebony eyebrow quirked up at her words. Bi-Han pursed his mouth and nodded at her. “Thank you, again.”
“Finally.” Havik jumped up and slammed the door shut. The van took off down the road, tires screeching with effort, and a burst of feminine laughter escaping the windows.
Bi-Han rubbed his eyes, hoping to ease the ache of his migraine. Sol’s friend may have held some wisdom in her words. And the thought of completely destroying his bond with his brother made him wary of any future talks with him.
He looked up at the front door and thought of her. Despite everything that has happened and all the wrong choices he has made in his pursuit of power, she was still there by his side. Many times he has questioned why.
Why does she stay with him? How could she look at him the same way, knowing the gravity of the crimes he’s committed?
Every step he took towards the door felt heavy as his melancholy thoughts weighed him down. He unlocked the door and walked in, trying to be quiet if you were asleep.
“Oh, good you’re home!”
Bi-Han looked up, surprised his beautiful qin was still awake at this hour as Sol launched herself at his chest. Instinctively, his arms went around her holding her close. The feeling of her warmth slowly easing the ache behind his eyes.
Sol tightened her grip on him and buried her head in his chest. “Malice called me after you left. She told me what happened.”
He groaned. “I don’t wish to talk about it.”
“That’s ok. You don’t have to.”
Just being in her presence was soothing enough for him. That’s all he wanted right now. And when she pulled back and tugged him forward by his fingers, he followed wordlessly, seeking that pleasant warmth.
Sol pulled him toward the dining room where the intoxicating smell of freshly cooked food lingered in the air. He stopped and looked at the scenery before him, his eyes slightly widening.
The lights were turned off, but the room was illuminated by two long candles in the center of the table. Three plates were covered in foil, where he had no doubt that delicious smell was coming from, and two wine glasses were set up on the table.
“I know today wasn’t a good day. And after everything you went through and having to drive six hours back home, I know you must be tired,” Sol started rubbing the back of his palm. “So I made your favorites for dinner. I made you two plates, since you eat more than I do. I wrapped them in foil so they wouldn’t get cold. And…” Her gaze traveled to the hallway behind them.
There was more? he wondered.
Following her gaze, he noticed rose petals leading down the hallway to their shared bedroom. The door was wide open and he could see the bathroom light on. “If you want to take your bath now, I can fill up the tub for you. Or wait until you’re finished with your dinner.”
Why was his heart racing at such sweet gestures?
“I just,” she began, as he watched her struggle to find the right words, and he felt a heat spreading over his face. “I just want to salvage the rest of your day for you. And if you want to go to your study alone and read afterwards, then I won’t mind at all. I just want to make you happy.”
Bi-Han stared deeply into her eyes in wonder, not believing she was willing to go through all this trouble, simply because he was having a bad day. A shiver ran down his spine. He couldn’t help the heated thoughts as they surfaced in his mind.
And Sol, misinterpreting his silence for disapproval, looked down at her feet and began to backtrack on her words. Why was she being so adorable? “O-or if you don’t want the food or bath. I can clean everything up, and you can-”
No!
His hands shot up and pulled Sol into a heated kiss. All of this was for him. Even though he didn’t deserve her precious gifts, didn't deserve her, he didn’t want her to take it all away.
Not yet.
Her hands carded through his ebony hair and he groaned. Her lips were so soft! His greedy hands roamed her body, eliciting little mewls in his desperate need to feel every inch of her.
“All of your gifts.” Unconsciously, he backed her up against the wall. “I want them all.” His lips trailed kisses down her neck. His voice now deep and husky. “I want you first.”
Bi-Han pulled back and held her face in his hands, her half lidded gaze the most enchanting thing he’s ever seen. “Do you want me too?”
“Yes.” She breathed, her voice full of need.
“Do you love me?” He looks pleadingly at her. He’s heard her say it many times before. But right now, he desperately needs to hear it.
“Yes, Bi-Han. I love you.”
He kisses her again, his lips brutal and demanding. “Say it again.”
“I love you.” She whimpers.
He pulls the collar of her shirt aside, placing little kisses here and there. He knows he loves her too, he just can’t say it yet. Too scared and yet too selfish that he needs to hear it.
“You did all this for me. I want to show you I’m grateful for them. For you.” Bi-Han picks her up, her legs wrapping around his hips as he carries her to their bedroom. “My qin.”
