Hi! Can you write about bi-han with a reading wife who feels insecure about her body after giving birth?
Sorry for the wait, really 🥲 but now I can give some inspiring content. I will do it from the Lin Kuei brothers, its a gift uwu.
How the Lin Kuei brothers react to you being insecure of your body after giving birth.
Bi han ❄️
You were in the room, the dim lamp barely illuminating your silhouette.
In front of the mirror, you observed the marks that pregnancy and childbirth had left on your body: the sagging skin, the cellulite, and the stretch marks. Your hands uncertainly ran over your skin, and a lump in your throat prevented you from breathing. Hearing firm footsteps approaching, you hurriedly covered yourself with a blanket and turned your body, turning your back to the door.
The door opened and Bi-Han entered, with that imposing presence he always carried with him. He closed the door behind him and remained silent, analyzing the scene: you cowered, almost as if you were trying to disappear under the fabric.
-Why are you hiding?-Sub-Zero asked, his voice deep and sharp.
You tensed, lowering your gaze.
-I don't want you to see me... not like this.- you admitted with difficulty.
Bi-Han's brow furrowed. He walked toward you with slow, measured steps and stopped just behind your shoulder. He extended his hand and, with a firm movement, tried to remove the cloak you were holding tightly.
-Please leave it.- you whispered, not daring to look at him.
-Look at me.- He commanded, in that tone that rarely brooked a reply.
You raised your eyes with difficulty and met his icy gaze, fixed, intense, impossible to ignore. Bi-Han took the cloak with a brusque gesture and removed it from your grasp, revealing what you were trying so hard to hide.
The silence stretched. You trembled, waiting for some cold comment or an expression of disgust. But on Bi-Han's face, there was no rejection, only a deep gravity that hid something else.
-Your body speaks of your strength.-He finally said, his voice deep and measured.
-You have endured more pain and sacrifice than many warriors could. That is not weakness... it is greatness.- The cryomancer began.
You looked at him, lips parted, surprised by his words.
His index finger gently traced the line of a stretch mark across his side.
-This.- he murmured, his voice laden with an intensity that made you shudder.-Is where your skin expanded to make room for his growth. It is the mark of his first victory: claiming his territory.
His hand slid down to the soft curve of your lower abdomen.
-And this... this is the fortress you built for him, the bastion that kept him safe when the outside world was still a threat. It is softer, yes. because it is a mattress, an armor designed to cushion and protect, each of these lines is a reminder of a day you fought for him, fed him with your own body, sustained him against all odds, they are the marks of the most successful campaign ever waged in this temple .- He said finally.
Bi-Han raised his gloved hand and, with a clumsy but determined gesture, caressed your cheek. His eyes remained fixed on yours, conveying an intensity that replaced any obvious tenderness.
-You will not hide from me again. You are my wife, and you are worthy. Even more so now… that you have brought our son into the world.- He said in his husky but sweet voice.
A sob escaped your lips, and you lowered your gaze, overwhelmed. Bi-Han leaned his face and rested his forehead against yours, holding the back of your neck firmly.
-You are mine.- He murmured harshly, though there was something broken in his tone, more intimate than any kind words. -And I won't let you think otherwise.
You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to be enveloped in the security of his embrace. In that instant, you understood that, although his gestures weren't gentle like those of other men, Bi-Han's strength carried with it absolute devotion. He loved you in his own way: with ice, with intensity, with an iron protection that would never break.
Glancing sideways at the crib, where your son slept peacefully, you felt Bi-Han's words weigh even more: you were not just his wife, you were the mother of his heir. And in the Grandmaster's eyes, that had elevated you even higher in his world, in his heart.
Tomas 💭
The room was dim, lit only by the soft light of an oil lamp. The baby slept in his makeshift crib, breathing calmly, while you sat on the edge of the bed, holding the blanket against his chest.
You had avoided looking at yourself in the mirror since birth. Your hands brushed against his still-soft belly, the marks on your skin, the feeling of not fully recognizing yourself. When you heard Tomas's footsteps approaching, you lowered your eyes, afraid he might see it on his face.
-Are you tired?- He asked softly, with that tenderness he seemed to reserve only for you.
You shook your head gently, but couldn't stop the uncertain murmur that escaped your lips:
-I'm not the same anymore... I don't want you to see me like this- You admitted shamefully.
Tomas frowned, surprised. He knelt before you, taking your hands with a gentleness that contrasted with the firmness of his grip on the battlefield.
-Like this?- He repeated, looking straight into your eyes. -I see you as the woman who gave me the most valuable thing in my life.
She looked away, feeling the tears well up.
-But I'm covered in scars... I'm not beautiful anymore- Tou said, averting your gaze. That confession was the hardest for you to make.
Tomas sighed, leaning down to kiss her hands again and again. Then he brought one of them to his own face, pressing it against his cheek as if he wanted to etch it into his skin.
-Your scars are proof of your strength. Of your love.- His voice cracked slightly, sincere. -Every mark you bear, I honor. Because they mean that you brought our son into the world. There's nothing more beautiful than that.
Carefully, he slid the blanket from your shoulders, and instead of looking with curiosity or judgment, he caressed you with reverence. His lips lingered on the indentations on your belly, in a gesture that was more devotion than desire.
-You are my home- He whispered against your skin. -And you always will be, no matter how you change.
You, trembling, felt your insecurity slowly melt away, replaced by the certainty that for Tomas, your beauty lay not in perfection, but in the love you shared and the family you had formed together.
He held you against his chest, not rushing anything, simply protecting you with his warmth, as if in his arms there was no room for doubt, only for calm.
The following days were a whirlwind of emotions. The tiredness, the sleepless nights, the baby's crying... and, amidst all of that, the persistent feeling that her body was no longer the same. Sometimes, when he wasn't looking, you covered yourself with looser clothes or avoided lighting the oil lamp.
But Tomás seemed to notice, even though she tried to hide it. He never asked you directly he knew exposing yourself would only make you feel more vulnerable. Instead, he expressed it with gestures.
Every morning, when you woke up with your hair disheveled and your eyes puffy, he would look at you with a gentle smile and say; "You look more beautiful than ever."
When you tried to hold the baby even though you were exhausted, he gently intervened:
"Let me do it, you need to rest. Our son is lucky to have such a strong mother."
And every time you lowered your eyes, uncertain, he would wrap his arms around you and lean into your ear: "Don't hide from me. Everything you are belongs to me, and I love it."
At first, those words made you cry. But little by little, they began to heal the invisible wound of his insecurities.
One afternoon, as Tomas rocked the baby by the window, you watched him silently. The steadfast warrior, the disciplined former Lin Kuei, seemed like a completely different man when he held his son. He had infinite patience, his large hands were incredibly tender as he arranged the blanket, his voice became an almost musical whisper as he rocked him.
You approached the space, wrapped your arms around Tomas's back, and rested your forehead between his shoulder blades.
-Thank you...- you murmured, your voice thick with emotion. -Thank you for not letting me doubt myself, for loving me even when I couldn't.
Tomás turned his face just enough to touch her cheek with his.
-Loving you is the easiest thing I've ever done.- He replied calmly.
You felt like those words were an oath.
Looking at your husband and son together, you understood that you didn't need to go back to "the same as before." Your body, your scars, your tiredness... all of that now had a purpose. Tomas reminded you of that daily, with every gesture, with every glance filled with a love that knew no conditions or demands.
And in that moment, as you squeezed your hand over his, you knew you wanted to thank him always, not just with words, but with every day of the life you would build together.
Kuai Liang🔥
You stood in front of the mirror, wearing a light robe that revealed the fresh marks of her pregnancy. You gently ran your hand over her now-empty belly, along with the scars that remained and the sagging skin she had now. The joy of having a healthy baby was immense, but that night, insecurity weighed on her shoulders.
When you heard footsteps behind you, you quickly tried to cover yourself, but Kuai Liang was already there, silent, watching her with that attentive gaze that always disarmed her.
-You don't have to look at me like that...- you murmured, lowering your gaze. -I know my body isn't the same anymore. Maybe... maybe you don't like it like it used to.
For a moment, there was silence. You thought he wouldn't know how to respond, but then Kuai Liang approached, with that implacable calm that characterized him, and took your hands, removing them from his body.
-Your body.- He said slowly, his tone grave but laden with restrained emotion, -Is the body of the woman I love. It's the body that gave birth to our child; it's the most sacred thing to me.
You looked at him, your eyes glassy. Scorpion didn't usually speak that way, but now he did so with an intensity that left no doubt.
-Never again think you're less than you were- He continued, brushing his fingertips over the scars on her belly. -These marks are proof of your strength, of your dedication. They remind me why I fell in love with you: for your courage, for your kindness... for everything you are.
He leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes for a moment.
-You are more beautiful now than you ever were- He whispered -because now you bear within you the imprint of the most sacred thing in our lives: our child.
You burst into tears, but not from sadness. You hugged him tightly, letting Kuai Liang's warmth and firmness erase your doubts.
And he, though serious as ever, held you with reverent care, as if nothing else existed in the world but you and the fruit of your union.
The next day, you were calm at the temple. You tried to fix yourself up in front of the mirror, but your movements were clumsy: the difficult birth had left your body tired, and every time you tried to raise your arms to comb your hair, you felt a nagging pain in your abdomen.
Kuai Liang appeared silently, as always. He watched for a moment, unannounced, until he noticed the look of frustration on your face.
-Let me help you.-e said, in that firm, calm voice that brooked no argument, though it didn't sound authoritarian.
You opened your mouth to refuse, but before you could, he had already taken the brush with a gentleness unexpected in a warrior like him. He stood behind you and began to comb your hair slowly, patiently, careful with each movement so as not to hurt her.
-You shouldn't be pushing yourself so hard yet.- He murmured, and for the first time in a long time, his tone sounded almost tender.
You looked at him from the reflection in the mirror, your eyes full of emotion.
-I don't want you to see me as weak,-You admitted, embarrassed.
The pyromancer paused for a moment in the movement of the brush and held your gaze through the mirror.
-You are not weak.-He said seriously.
-You survived something many wouldn't have endured, and you gave birth to our child... there is greater strength than that- He said calmly.
After finishing combing her hair, he took some ointment Harumi had given him to help heal the scars. Carefully, he knelt in front of you and began applying it to your stomach, his hands firm but gentle.
You lowered your gaze, feeling embarrassed at first, but he stopped you with a gesture.
-Don't hide these marks from me. They're part of you, and part of what we share- He said reverently.
His face remained serious, but his actions spoke louder than words. Each caress was a reminder that for Kuai Liang, you hadn't lost your beauty, but had gained something else: respect, admiration, and an eternal place in his heart.
When he finished, he leaned down and kissed her belly with a solemn, almost reverent gesture.
-You'll never feel alone in this again.- He promised her softly. -Not you, nor our child.
You couldn't hold back your tears. And he, though not a man of effusive gestures, wrapped his arms around you and held you with the firmness of a warrior, but the gentleness of a man in love.
