#shang-chi fic

[make-me-imagine]

My Person

Plot: Thinking you are going to be alone on Valentines day. You receive a surprise visit from your best-friend and secret crush.

Prompts: "I saw this and thought of you." + 'Receiving flowers with secret meanings.' and "What are these for?" "Valentines Day." "Why?" + 'First Confession'

Pairing: Shang-Chi x Gn!Reader

Requested By: @youngcroissantturkeyworribler

Warnings: Kiss at the end.

Words: 1.6k

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As you bit into another Valentines chocolate, you sighed, staring out the window. You wanted to go out, but the city was crowded, busy with all the couples wandering around town.

You hated that the idea of walking around alone on Valentines Day made you feel bad, it shouldn't, there as nothing wrong with it, you knew that. But you couldn't seem to leave the house anyways.

It had been years since you last celebrated Valentines Day, and you had to admit, you kind of missed it. You liked that there was a holiday were you could be more romantic than normal, be more cheesy than normal, and it didn't come off as weird.

You didn't mind being single, but there were parts of being in a relationship that you missed. The dates, the inside-jokes, the intimacy.

Without meaning it to, you suddenly thought of Shang-Chi. You wondered what he was doing right now.

Did he have a date? No, he would have told you about that. Wouldn't he?

You felt your chest clench. Even if he did, you wouldn't want to hear about it.

When Valentines Day approached, you couldn't ignore the daydream of him finally asking you out. Confirming if he had feelings for you once and for all. Finally telling you if those times you caught him staring at you, or the jealousy he seemed to show when guys hit on you were all signs he had feelings for you.

But it was now Valentines Day, and he hadn't said a peep. He hadn't even brought it up at all.

Looking over at a set of drawers in your living room, you thought of the gift you bought him that was now shoved away in the drawer. You hoped you would be able to give it to him today, but it didn't seem like it was going to happen. You figured you'd save it, maybe until his birthday.

A few days before when you were with Shang-Chi, you tried to naturally bring up the topic of Valentines Day.

You were passing a flower shop and you pointed out all the flowers. Pointing to a guy buying yellow carnations.

"Yikes." You whispered out.

"What?" Shang-Chi asked.

"Yellow carnations, bad idea."

"Why?"

"They mean rejection and disappointment"

Shang-Chi looked back over at the man and frowned "Let's hope whoever he's buying them for doesn't know that."

You chuckled before pointing at yellow roses "Those are often meant as a symbol of friendship, but often mean infidelity and jealousy, and used to be used as a symbol of betrayal and separation. Wouldn't wanna buy those for your Valentine either."

He chuckled "How do you know all this?"

You shrugged "One of my first jobs in high-school was working part-time in a flower shop. I loved learning about all the secret meanings behind them."

He grinned at you and your heart fluttered. You loved when he looked at you like that.

Walking over to one of the flower-shop workers, you picked a single flower and bought it. Shang-Chi watched you with curiosity.

Walking back over to him, you handed him a sunflower.

He took it gently and met your eyes "What does this mean?"

You smiled "Friendship"

Though sunflowers could be associated with friendship. Their truer meaning was that of loyalty, adoration and pure love, but you didn't feel brave enough to say that.

You were shaken from your thoughts as you heard your doorbell ring. Humming in curiosity at the sudden visitor, you walked to the door and peaked through the peep-hole. Seeing Shang-Chi in the hall, you felt your heart skip a beat.

What was he doin here?

Opening the door, you tried to hide your surprise with a smile "Shang-Chi, hey!" You said cheerfully.

He grinned at you "Hey."

"What's up?"

He shrugged as he lifted up a bag from your favorite food-spot "I thought I might stop by to see if you were hungry."

Your chest was tight as butterflies raged through your stomach. "How do you always know when I'm hungry?" You joked.

He shrugged his head and smiled "Friend intuition."

As you stepped aside, Shang-Chi walked in and made his way to the kitchen. You watched him for a moment as you tried to steady your breath. You wondered if he remembered today was Valentines Day, or if it had slipped his mind entirely.

Taking out the food, you and Shang-Chi fell into a familiar pattern. Sitting across from each other at the kitchen island, dividing the food and talking about your day. But you noticed Shang-Chi had an odd demeanor around him. You watched him closely as he picked at his food.

Looking up he caught you and froze for a second "What?"

You set down your fork and stared at him for a moment "Something's wrong."

He sat up a bit as he looked around at the food "What, did I forget something?"

You shook your head "I mean with you, your all fidgety, like you can't sit still, what's going on?"

Shang-Chi opened his mouth as if to defend himself, but he paused before taking in a deep breath and letting it out. Tapping the kitchen island a few times, you watched as he stood up and made his way towards the door.

"Shang-Chi?" You asked as you stood up. Was he leaving? Did you do something to upset him?

Shang-Chi opened the door and stepped out, but left your door open. You stood still as you watched him round the corner before he appeared again. Your breath caught in your throat as he held a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

He seemed nervous as he closed the door and walked up to you. As he handed you the flowers, you were speechless.

Finally finding your words, you spoke softly, "What are these for?" You knew, but you need to hear it.

"Valentines Day."

You met his eyes, and everything you wanted to ask came out in only one word "Why?"

Slowly, he pointed out each type of flower and spoke softly "Light red carnations for affection, pink peonies for attraction and passion, and primrose...meaning 'I can't live without you', and-" he pointed to a single sunflower in the middle of the bouquet "-adoration and pure-"

"-love." You finished for him as you slowly met his eyes.

He shrugged his head softly as he smiled shyly "After you gave me that sunflower, I looked it up, I knew you had to know all the meanings. And I hoped, that- that it meant you felt the same as me. So, I spent all night researching various flowers and then all morning finding the right bouquet to give you."

You gently ran your fingers over the flowers "The same as you?" You said in a whisper. Did that mean, what you had hoped he felt, was right?

He tilted his head as he looked at you "Do you?" He asked, a subtle hint of fear in his voice.

You nodded your head as smile played at your lips "Yes."

His smile grew into a grin as you saw him relax a bit.

Suddenly remembering the gift you got him, you stood up straighter "Oh!"

Shang-Chi watched as you went over to the drawer and pulled something out. Bringing it over to him, you had suddenly become a bit more shy as you handed it to him.

"I saw this and thought of you."

He took it gently from you as he smiled, surprised that you had anything for him. Opening it, he saw a stone beaded bracelet in various colors.

"It's jade, tigers eye and onyx." You said softly.

He smiled as he lifted it up, feeling the smooth stones in his fingers. He met your eyes again "I love it."

You smiled, warmth crawling over your face.

"When did you get this?" He asked curiously.

You laughed softly "A few days ago. I wanted to give it to you today, but I wasn't sure if...well."

"If I felt the same?" He finished and you chucked.

"Yeah."

Sliding the bracelet onto his wrist, he set the box down before taking the flowers from you. Setting them aside, he turned to look at you again and let out a soft breath as he shook his head.

"I hate that it took me so long to say anything."

You shook your head softly "It wasn't just you, I didn't say anything either."

He took a step closer to you and took your hands in his "Either way, we shouldn't waste anymore time, right?"

You smiled "Right."

"Ever since we became friends, I knew I loved you. You were my person. I just didn't realize how deep it all really was."

"You're my person to Shang-Chi."

Gripping your hand a bit tighter, he slowly pulled you closer to him. Your chests touched as his free hand rested on your waist. Your noses brushed gently as he stared into your eyes.

"I really don't think I can live without you, you know."

You smiled softly, he really did feel everything you did.

"Ditto."

He grinned before he pressed his forehead against your softly. You closed your eyes and took in a breath embracing how close he was. Your heart seemed to stutter in your chest as you felt his lips brush yours. You held your breath and kept your eyes shut as you felt his lips press fully against yours.

Leaning into the kiss, as you felt electricity seem to flow through you, your gripped his jacket with your hand. His hand wrapped around your back as he pulled you closer.

Various emotions and feelings rushed through you, as you held onto each other. And it all felt perfect, it all felt right.

xx End xx

I really hate ending fics, it never feels natural lol. I hoped you enjoyed though~

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[spasmsofthought]

i’ll be getting over you my whole life (teenage!shang-chi x fem!reader)

A little thing, because I was inspired and I have a newfound love after watching Shang-chi and The Legend of the Ten Rings again. Also, I realize there aren’t enough fics for this guy. Maybe a part two soon xo 

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There is a weight that you have to learn to live with when you eat and sleep, and if you’re a boy, train, at the Ten Rings compound. 

It’s something you discover your mind only has the capacity to form around so you bend and don’t break.  

He pulled you aside just a moment before, but it wasn’t to say anything. In the shadowed, open-air hall that lines the outside courtyard, he stands opposite of you. 

This is a new, soft thing, and those are hard to find as deep and high in the mountains as you both are in this compound, so he doesn’t touch you. Not at first. His face gives away nothing, but you’ve been learning how to read his eyes. They hold the depths of all that he is holding but doesn’t speak about. 

If your mother was here, she might roll her eyes at the way you think about him. The way you act as if you are beyond the age of 14 (though in some ways, you are). She would tell you, from the wisdom of experience, that you should be careful. That the pain that came from first love as a teenager wasn’t always worth it. That there were more important things to focus on. 

Shang-qi’s touch is tender as he leans forward and slowly takes your hand in his. It’s somewhat unfamiliar and awkward because you two haven’t had a lot of time, if any, to spend together. But there have been some sweet pockets, little moments, where his smile changes the whole course of your monotonous day. Stolen glances before training as you linger as long as you can in the courtyard before you are sent away. Whispers in the darkened hallway between his room and yours. Sitting across from each other at breakfast, before anyone else has arrived, early enough to watch the sunrise without interruption.

You both don’t understand much about dating, or love, but you understand that whatever this is between you needs to stay under the radar and private. You think you’ve done a good enough job to not alert anybody, especially Shang-qi’s father. He’s gone a lot anyway. 

There’s a weight Shang-qi carrying tonight that he wasn’t carrying before. It’s in the set of his shoulders and his posture. 

You hold his hand for a moment longer before releasing it. 

Instead, your hands come to cup his face. 

“Do what you must tonight.” 

You let the silence surrounding you both echo your words as Shang-qi exhales. A small moment of vulnerability comes as he presses his forehead to yours. You close your eyes and soak in the feeling.

When you open your eyes and find Shang-qi gazing at you, you know. He won’t be making any promises to you tonight.

Your eyes begin to water but you swallow the tears into your throat and inhale. You take a second quick breath once you realize this is the closest his lips have come to yours.

You try to imprint this feeling into your mind so that when you remember this moment again, you can make it last as long as you can.

He cannot bear to stay goodbye, so he will not say anything at all.  

“Go,” You take a step back, “Your last words should be to her.”

Xialing, his sister, waits on the steps a few feet in front of you. He gives you one last lingering look and then turns to sit with her. They talk only for a moment before the sound of helicopter blades echoes against the sides of the mountain and almost overwhelms the silence the compound is set in.

You can tell even from the distance that he says no words when Wenwu greets him. He only nods as he grabs his bag and walks away.

It will be fifteen years before you see him again.

[hanasnx]

a call to you.

WC: 0.2k SUMMARY: the great protector has bonded with you. NOTES: i havent seen the movie. only the thirty minutes that tgp is in fucking shit up WARNINGS: m!dragon x gn!reader | mentioned: mate | no y/n

THE GREAT PROTECTOR has resided at the bottom of Ta Lo Lake for centuries. Entire civilizations have risen and collapsed while he sleeps within the icy depths. In the indigo darkness, he had heard a voice, as clear as if it were next to his ear, and he opened his great eyes. The first time he emerged from his cradle in lifetimes and he did it to follow your sound.

After he’d tracked you down, he brought you to a nearby cave where he’d built a nest for you. His claws having enclosed around you so gently as he carried you to your new home. Your protests and questions went unanswered for he cannot speak your language. The time you’d spend together aids in understanding him. You learn to crave his presence.

You’re no prisoner, you often walk to Ta Lo. It teems with bustling life, unlike your cave, so you socialize there. Everyone has noticed how quiet you’ve gotten, because you’re used to inhabiting a space where no words are needed.

On a rare occasion you’re visited, a friend timidly approaches the cave’s mouth. To soften its intimidation, you meet her, and beckon her inside. You prepare tea, and pour a drink for the Protector out of respect. It’s ceremonial, the way you draw near to him, kneel down to sit on your legs, and place the delicate cup onto the ground near his cheek. He won’t drink it, but you know he appreciates it. Steam rises from its hatch, and he eyes you gratefully.

You return to your friend, who catches you up on the events of her day. At one point, she advances on you with the intent to touch you. It’s a comfortable gesture, a hand reaching for your arm, but you have a preference of space, recoiling out of habit. The rebuke within you stirs the other resident of this cave. He rears his great head, pupils thinning as they set sights on her. She recedes in fear, and billow of angry fog expels from his nose, grating growls echoing off the stone walls. To calm him, you signal a wave to him, convey to him there is no danger. Your emotions are controlled, your friend meant you no harm.

“What was that?” your dear companion asks, bewildered and fit to gather her things to retreat in fright.

You offer her a kind smile as the Protector bows his chin to the floor behind you. Unfortunately, your explanation raises more questions than it answers, “Oh, he’s very sensitive. He thinks I’m his mate.”

[whysosincere]

Leverage - An MK Self Insert Fan Fiction

Inspired by this interaction between Shang Tsung and Raiden from Mortal Kombat 11. A self-insert fic, chock full of dangerous, competent, and attractive men, for the lady Mortal Kombat fans... all 6 of you.

This post will be updated when new chapters are added.

Chapter 1 - Evening in Nara Chapter 2 - Baiting the Hook Chapter 3 - Vexation Chapter 4 - First Kiss Chapter 5 - Change of Scenery Chapter 6 - Deception Chapter 7 - Reasonable Chapter 8 - Exceptional Fortune Chapter 9 - Acceptance New

Additional chapters pending...

[formerheroeswhoquittoolate]

hey quick question. who told shang chi that lie was dead. was it ami? I feel like ami would have done it herself. she was there, and shang-chi was the closest to him. going with her to korea seems like something shang-chi would do. be there for her if it's true, be there to take her out if it's not. and they're both. hm. they're not super similar but they're more alike than any of the other agents. spies. killers, even, at one point in their lives. used to kicking ass and keeping secrets. composed and rational. leaders guides guardians. et cetera. they don't interact much canonically and I think that's at least a little on purpose. not that they'd butt heads -- they're both too highly trained for that -- but they see each other in a way the other agents of atlas don't. they recognize something in each other. what that something is I'm not sure. I think it'd be really interesting to watch them mourn together because they're not close. and also because they both blame themselves but that's neither here nor there.

[mothercetrion]

another Shangchi fic, this time Quan Chi considering his new appearance after his attack and talking to Shang Tsung about it. hurt/comfort with a fluffy ending :)

[thebisexualdogdad]

Shang Chi x male reader fluffy smut? Idk exactly but this prompt:

[ GAZE ] : sender watches receiver from across a crowded room.

So Shang Chi watching us across a crowded bar. Maybe we’re an old friend and Katy is like “you’ve been staring at him for almost an hour go talk to him you disaster bisexual!”

Then maybe leads to smut?

Shang-Chi x Male!reader

When Shang-Chi and Katy returned to San Francisco the first thing they did was hit up their favorite bar.

The two of them are ordering drinks when Shang-Chi sees a familiar face enter the establishment.

"Oh shit Katy you are never going to believe who just walked in," Shang-Chi mutters.

Katy eagerly looks over his shoulder to find out who he's talking about.

"Wait, is that Y/N Y/L/N? The guy you had a huge crush on in high school?" Katy snickers.

"Okay well it wasn't a huge crush," Shang-Chi says trying to defend himself.

"Dude you joined the soccer team just to hang out with him," Katy retorts, "despite being a master of kung fu you suck at sports, one time you kicked the ball into your own team's goal."

"Do I need to remind you I literally saved the world a week ago?" He scoffs.

"Which you couldn't have done without my help," Katy teases, "and if I remember correctly Y/N was the only person who wasn't pissed off at you for the semi finals incident which means he totally liked you too so you should go talk to him."

"No I can't," he says shaking his head.

"Why not? You're like a total badass now."

"Because other people can't know that I'm a total badass now," Shang-Chi replies.

"Doesn't mean you can't go finally hook up with your high school crush."

Shang-Chi sighs and watches you join a group of your friends at the pool tables, one of them handing you a beer.

Unfortunately Shang-Chi was not as confident as Katy, how embarrassing would it be if he went up to you and you didn't even remember him?

An hour passes by and Katy has happily found someone to flirt with while Shang-Chi's attention is purely on you across the crowded bar.

But eventually Katy is done watching Shang-Chi giving you heart eyes and needed him to make a move.

"Seriously dude you've been staring at him for an hour just go talk to him already you disaster bisexual," Katy says pushing her best friend in your direction.

A couple people stare at Shang-Chi and the commotion and that's when he finally catches your eye.

"Too late now bud," Katy whispers to Shang-Chi, "he saw you so now you have no choice but to talk to him."

Shang-Chi gulps and recollects himself, approaching you nervously.

"Shaun?" You ask cheerfully.

"Y/N, hey," he smiles awkwardly.

"What's it been? 10 years?" You ask, "and is that Katy with you? Nice to see you guys are still friends. What have you been up to?"

"Well Katy and I actually just got back from a trip to China," he says.

"Wow that's so cool, why don't we play a game of pool and you can tell me all about it," you say handing him a pool stick.

Shang-Chi makes up a story about him and Katy going abroad to backpack around the country for a few weeks since obviously he couldn't tell you the truth about the city of Ta Lo and the soul eaters or the giant dragon he fought.

You spend another hour talking and catching up over a couple games of pool which Shang-Chi loses every time because he's too distracted by the same smile that gave him butterflies as a teenager.

"Did you somehow get hotter since high school?" You grin, taking the final shot of the fourth game hitting the 8 ball into a corner pocket.

"You thought I was hot in high school?" Shang-Chi asks suddenly with a lump in his throat.

"Why do you think I always sat next to you on the bus to away games despite half the seats being empty?" You chuckle.

"I uh… gotta confess I sort of had a crush on you," he admits, "you were the first guy I ever had a crush on actually."

"Yeah I know," you smile.

"If you knew why didn't you ever say anything?"

"Because you weren't out yet and if we were going to happen I wanted it to be on your terms," you tell him.

"I really wish I had asked you out back then," Shang-Chi states.

"Well I live just a couple blocks from here… we can go back to my place and… keep catching up?" You suggest.

Shang's mouth goes dry and all he can do is nod dumbfoundedly.

You say goodbye to your friends while he returns to Katy.

"Katy, holy crap I think Y/N and I are going to hook up tonight," Shang-Chi stammers.

"Hell yeah dude!" Katy says high fiving him.

"Are you okay to get home by yourself?"

"Oh no I'm not going home either I'm definitely getting some myself with that hottie over there," Katy says pointing to the person she had been flirting with all night, "now go make your teenage dreams come true."

"Okay okay I'm going, how do I look?"

Katy laughs and unbuttons the top two buttons of his shirt, "there now you're good."

Even though it's only a couple blocks it takes much longer than needed due to you and Shang-Chi stopping multiple times to makeout.

By the time you finally make it back to your apartment your lips are on his neck, unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way.

"Shit Shaun you really did get hotter," you say running your hands over his defined abs, you remembered him being a lot skinnier a decade ago.

He laughs and gets rid of your own shirt as you guide him to your bedroom, articles of clothing being thrown around the hallway.

He couldn't believe this was actually happening, he had dreamt of this moment countless times when he was younger.

By the time you reach your bed all of your clothes are gone and you push a now totally naked Shang-chi onto the mattress.

You're both staring at each other, taking in the sight of one another.

"Are you just going to stand there or what?" He taunts as he comfortably positions himself against the pillows.

You grin and climb on top of him, kissing him and gripping his hardening cock in your hand.

He moans as you stroke him and juts his hips up into your touch.

"Do you want me to fuck you Shaun?" You say nipping along his jaw and up under his ear.

"Please," he groans desperately.

He already misses your touch when you remove your hand but he lets out a guttural moan when he feels you guiding your cock inside him.

"Fuck yes," Shang-Chi grunts as you push in inch by inch to let him adjust.

His eyes screw shut and his legs hook around your waist to give you a better angle as you find a steady pace.

You have one hand holding his hips in the air and the other roaming across his chest while you pick up the speed of your thrusts.

"Do you know how many times I used to jerk off thinking about this?" You grin watching Shang-Chi's abs flexing, sweat beading down his torso.

"You weren't the only one," he chuckles, grabbing his own cock and stroking himself, "I'm so close to cumming."

Hearing that you firmly hold onto his hips with both hands, pounding into him as roughly as you could, Shang-Chi's hand quickly moving until he's cumming all over his stomach.

He screams your name when he cums and hearing your name said like that takes you over the edge as well.

He cries out as you fill him to the brim, your thrusts now frantic and shaky as you two ride out your highs together.

Your orgasms subside and you ease out of him, cum dripping out of his hole.

"That was amazing," he says, a huge smile on his face.

"Was it worth the ten year wait?" You chuckle.

"So worth it," he says still trying to catch his breath.

[tom-whore-dleston]

Pairing: Xu Shangqi x f. reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: mentions of sex, hickies, scratches, amnesia, Vegas shenanigans, alcohol consumption, hangover, Shangqi being a tease, implied smut (plz let me know if I am forgetting any)

Summary: A trip to Vegas leads to you waking up to another man in your bed. 

Word Count: 864

Notes: This started as a request from my bday sleepover almost a year ago 💀 and I lost inspo for it until I decided to take part in @the-slumberparty Warm-Up: One Word Drabble. Thank you Navy and Roo for hosting this sleepover and thank you Bri Bri for the request! Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊

word generated: club

request: 🎉 from the prompt list, specially the smutty ones, 15. “I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.” and 29. “I’ll take it that you like what you see.” with Shangqi? 🫣 👀 - @hollandparkersx

You woke up to a pounding headache and dry throat. But with your friends around, you knew that you would end up drinking more than you can handle and make even more crazy decisions. Speaking of your friends.

Oh shit, what time was it?

The alarm clock on the side of your bed flashed 11:30am. You groaned, massaging your temples. 

Well, so much for brunch at The Cosmopolitan. 

In annoyance, you snatched your phone from the nightstand. Turning it on, you read a message from your best friend.

Sorry, hun! Was gonna wake you up but then we saw you snuggled up to that hottie from the club last night. Don’t worry, we’ll bring you something when we come back. Have fun with your man 😘 Lmk if you need more of those XL condoms 😉

What the fuck was she-

Oh…

On the opposite side of the queen sized bed was a naked man, whose body looked like it was sculpted like Michaelangelo himself. Not to mention, red scratch marks trailed down his back as if a rabid animal attacked him. That couldn’t have been your doing…right? 

He began to roll over, exposing his equally sculpted chest and abs that was littered in hickies and kiss marks. Your eyes widened when you realized the lip stains on his body matched the shade of your lipstick from last night. As you wiped the side of your mouth, your smeared lipstick appeared on your fingertips. Finally awake, the man stared at you, leaning against his propped arm. You tried not to stare at his bulging bicep, but he caught on as he smirked. 

“Good morning, sweetheart,” the man slurred with a low, sexy morning voice that was richer than the coffee you craved to cure your hangover. His eyes scanned your bare torso, smirking as you quickly covered yourself.

“No need to be embarrassed, sweetheart,” he chuckled and you watched his chest rise and fall. “I already know you look beautiful naked.” Your cheeks heated up and you slowly let the blanket fall in your lap.

“I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.”

The man laughed again. “Well you and I got pretty drunk last night and I guess one thing led to another…”

Now your memories were coming back to you. You and your friends went club hopping on the strip, and you met the guy in bed with you on the bus ride there. While you were still sober, you and he chatted over how you were in Vegas for your friend’s birthday, and he was there to get over some family issues he dealt with in the past month. 

By the time you got to the club, he paid for you and your friends' drinks. You basically left both of your groups to dance with each other but would still follow each other on each ride to the different clubs. At the end of the night, you and he went back to your room while both of your friend groups stayed behind to find a place to eat. The rest of the night with him was still a blur but it was pretty clear that you both slept with each other. Only thing was, you forgot his name.

“I’m sorry,” you started, “but can you remind me of your name please?” 

“Don’t sweat it. It’s Shangqi.” You nodded and then gave him your name.

“I remember your name, sweetheart.” Shangqi smiled. “Surprised you forgot mine when you were screaming it all night long.”

You clenched your jaw as you grew wet between your legs. The urge to pounce on him was strong, especially with the way he stretched across the bed. Your gaze automatically landed on his groin that hid underneath the bed sheet. 

“I’ll take it that you like what you see,” Shangqi teased once he caught you staring. You curled your lips inward as your face warmed up. He decided to change the subject to spare you of your embarrassment. 

“Got any plans for today?” Shangqi asked.

“I was supposed to go to brunch with my friends but seeing that they found us sleeping together, they decided it was best to leave me behind.” Shangqi gave you an apologetic look, feeling bad that he kept you from your friends. You reassured him, “Don’t worry though, I had a great time last night. I mean, I don’t remember everything that happened, but I know it was fun.”

“Yeah, we went through like 5 condoms last night.” He picked up an opened condom packet, causing your breath to hitch when you realized it was a gold XL packet like your friend mentioned in the text. 

You huffed out a flustered breath. “Wow, I guess there is a lot more that I don’t remember from last night.” 

Shangqi’s next words turned you into a puddle. “Want me to jog your memory, sweetheart?” 

You bit your lip as your thighs rubbed together to ease the growing need in your core. God, this man made it extremely impossible to resist him. “Yeah, help me remember every single detail.”

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SILENT HILL 2

TWISTERS

SET IT UP

HIT MAN

TOP GUN: MAVERICK

ZACK SNYDER'S JUSTICE LEAGUE

BATMAN V SUPERMAN

MAN OF STEEL

THE FLASH

THE GUERNSEY LITERARY AND POTATO PEEL PIE SOCIETY

EVERYBODY WANTS SOME!!

SPEAK NO EVIL

ANYONE BUT YOU

ALIEN ROMULUS

SHANG-CHI AND THE LEGEND OF THE TEN RINGS

DEVOTION

THE RUNNING MAN

LOVE IN THE BIG CITY

FRESH

GLEN POWELL

DAISY EDGAR-JONES

TWISTERS PRESS

TWISTERS FEATURETTES

IN THE END (IT WILL BE JUST US)

LET GO, LOVE. I'LL CATCH YOU.

STELLARIS-ARCHIVUM

THE MONSTERS IN HER HEART

HAPPY GLEN POWELL DAY!

[skylarkblue]

Title: Enamoured Author: skylarkblue Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairing: Katy Chen/Xu Xialing Rating: M Word Count: 1,097 Warnings: None

Summary: 

Katy is enamoured with Xialing. If only she felt the same way.

Read on AO3 here!

Written for @marvelfemslashweek Day Three: Weapon!

[hollie47]

Title: Time Together Author: Hollie47 Rating: T Word Count: 700 Pairing: Katy Chen/Xu Xialing Fandom: MCU, Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings Summary: After a not-so-great breakfast, Xialing goes home with Katy to meet her family.

Read Here on AO3

This was written for @marvelfemslashweek. Day 2: Pancakes.

[johannepetereric]

I love this type of story, so here we go:

(Bold is stuff I edited in)

In giving Kenta his power, the power of L-Drago Magical Girl Transforming Sagittarius, it also transferred Ryuga’s soul into it.

He can now haunt Kenta, but only Kenta can see or touch or hear him.

Maybe there’s a few who can detect that he’s there, in the way of Aren Kuboyasu, but so far the elementary centaur kid’s the only one who suffers the Dragon Emperor’s running commentary and nagging

Edit:

Sorry, not elementary/5th grader. It’s likely he aged into middle school despite not growing. And of course if we take Shogun Steel/Zero-G into account. Ryuga didn’t expect to wake up from LITERALLY DISAPPEARING INTO THE AIR LIKE A MAGI GHOST. Feels a lil’ anticlimactic, I know.

But he will make the best of it like he always does.

Which includes nagging about he’s “embarrassing” Ryuga and “I GAVE MY LIFE AND L-DRAGO’S POWER ONLY FOR YOU TO BE AS SHITTY AS BEFORE ANYWAY?!?!”

[spasmsofthought]

currents swept you out (high tide came and brought you in) [shang-chi x fem!reader]

Almost a year later, but the muse came. (Sorry but also not sorry! xo)

I love all the melancholy and weight in Shang-chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings. It's something I tried to explore here but I'm (of course) unsure if that was conveyed well.

Also shoutout to the sweet anon who asked about a part 2 to i'll be getting over you my who life many months ago! It kept some of my motivation for this up and kept me from deleting the draft.

Anyways, I love Shang-Chi and I would love to see more writing for him!!!

Please like, comment, and reblog! xo

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You think you catch glimpses of him throughout the years. A mirage of his figure around the corner, in a shadowed hallway. When you lay outside among the trees, you swear you see a vision of his face as the sun shines down on you. In the brief moments where the quiet becomes too much at the compound, you glance over your shoulder to see if he’s waiting for you, like he did before when you would sneak around for a quick word or a forbidden touch.

But Shang-qi is not there anymore, not here at all, and you don’t see him anywhere. He feels everywhere but you also know he is nowhere you can reach. Nowhere you can go. He cannot appear to you, even when that’s the only thing you want.

He is a ghost that lingers, but he is a ghost nonetheless.

And when you finally escape the compound and head for Ta Lo, you resolve to leave his ghost where it belongs: in the past.

You aren’t expecting to see Shang-qi in Ta Lo when he finally comes. You aren’t expecting to see him at all. Nan had told you that they had prepared for both his and Xialing’s arrival, but you doubted that he would ever come.

You are not even part of the welcoming group when his company rolls up in the car. First treated as a hostile group, then welcome like family. Your duties keep you physically away but the longing in your heart pulls at you no matter the distance you happen to keep from Shang-qi or Xialing.

You long to see his face, to watch as his eyes light with recognition (if, in fact, he did remember you at all). An ache deepens, and the pulling in your heart becomes slightly painful. You decide you don’t know what will be worse: living with the pain in your heart and leaving him alone or being in his presence after fifteen years of absence and wondering and grief.

When you feel your heart has gathered enough courage, you go to find him. Though the scenery is much different, for a moment you are reminded of when you would look for him at just fourteen years old, willing to risk what felt like it all at the time just to see him transiently.

The teenage love you for him that felt so all-consuming now just makes you feel forlorn.

You sit down next to him and greet him, "Shang-qi."

He turns his face and looks at you. It takes a second but there is a little surprise amidst his recognition. There is something else, too, something deeper. Something that you may not have words for but you understand all the same. A tenderness and vulnerability is there, but also shadows and fog. The rawness of what he felt fifteen years ago has dimmed with age and grief

"It was a long time ago when we last saw each other..."

"I didn't even know if you were still alive." He shakes his head and clasps his hands together on his lap.

"I found my own way," You smile, leaning in to his space before retreating.

There is a brief silence that elapses. One filled with a strange, awkward sense of peace. Or maybe comfort.

"I have heard you are trying to find your own."

"That's one way of putting it." His brow furrows and his eyes take on a different kind of shine. It's not as light as it was.

There is a gap of fifteen years in which you both lived without each other. Whatever innocent little thing you shared with him before he left to make another life for himself has been overshadowed and forgotten for things far more substantial.

For a moment the teenage girl in your heart cries. She wonders if you will ever know his lips on yours or his hands in your hair or a smile meant only for you. It is all she has ever wanted. Adult you, however, knows that the chasm between then and now is something that may not ever be able to be bridged between the two of you. And though Shang-qi is sitting beside you now, you recognize that you may never get to find what was lost so suddenly fifteen years ago.

Shang-qi may never stop being a ghost that haunts all your what-ifs and maybes.

“You were so heavy,” Your hands close around his. “So hard. Brittle. When I was younger, until you left the compound, all I wanted was to help you bear your burdens, but I know now that you wouldn’t have let me. If I asked you now, I think you still wouldn’t let me.”

Shang-qi doesn’t say anything, but you can tell from his eyes that he’s listening. He’s always listening. But his muscles are still tense, his shoulders tight. Still listening but withholding at the same time. Always withholding.

“I know I can’t solve this for you — whatever it is you are trying to fix. I can’t do any of this for you; you must do it for yourself,” You remove your hands from their place over his and expel a deep breath. “But I hope you know you can lay some of what you carry down.”

It is still quiet when you stand from your seated position next to him, but the quiet has transformed. It’s no longer peaceful for comfortable or familiar, but solemn and weighty. No matter how much you may wish to, you cannot untangle Shang-qi’s knots for him. You cannot bridge the gap between the present and past for the both of you. You can only decide to do it for yourself and and hope that he meets you halfway.

“Shang-qi,” It takes a moment, but he tilts his head up and his eyes meet yours, “I know who you are. I’ve never forgotten. But you seem to have, and what we — I — want is for you to remember.”

[avengerphobic]

Zheng Bao Yu has known for a long time that her father is a cruel man, but when he makes Shang-Chi believe that Shi-Hua, their sister, was killed as a punishment, she knows that he has finally gone too far. He is much more than just a cruel man, he is a monster.

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Shang-chi was a stubborn child, Bao Yu knew this. She also knew that he was in pain, and that he could not show that pain to anyone, least of all their father. She cursed their father for his excessive cruelty. Shi-Hua thought to be dead by her dear brother and dead by his actions. How could a child live with that pain?

Shi-Hua was alive, but Bao Yu could not tell him, no matter how much it caused her pain to see him grieving in silence. She walked by his door and through it heard sniffles. She pushed open his door and found him laying on his bed with his back to her crying silent tears.

“Little Spirit,” she said, gathering him in her arms.

Shang-chi sobbed into her chest and she held him closer. She wished that she could tell him, but her father would know and he would kill her.

“Don’t let our father see your tears,” Bao Yu said.

Shang-chi wiped his eyes, but that didn’t stop the tears. “My arrogance… I-”

“Don’t cry a-Chi,” Bao Yu said, “There was nothing you could have done, and there was no way for you to know.”

“He replaced her quickly. M’Nai… He wants him as my companion, but how can I love again after I killed my dearest sister,” Shang-chi said.

“You will in time. Do not blame M’Nai for our father’s cruelty. He has known only pain. Shi-Hua would want you to love him as you loved her,” Bao Yu said.

“How can I?”

Bao Yu held him tightly. “I don’t know,” she said, “but never let our father see you cry. Never let him know your pain.”

“I cannot blame our father… I was the one who caused this. I disobeyed him. I must pay,” Shang-chi said.

Bao Yu bit her tongue, stopping herself from saying no it was not his fault. He was just the excuse, that there was nothing he could do, if it was not that infraction it would be another. Their father could only allow Shang-chi to rely on him. To love anyone else, well that was the greatest sin that Shang-chi could ever commit. There was no love allowed in their home. There was nothing for them except blind obedience, except to worship their father. A cruel father he was. A monster hiding in a man’s skin.

Bao Yu held Shang-chi for a while longer until he fell asleep against her chest. She laid a blanket on top of him and left his room to seek out their father. She found him easily as if he was waiting for her, and perhaps he was.

“Father, please return Shi-Hua to the House of the Deadly Hand. Shang-chi is inconsolable,” Bao Yu said.

“Shang-chi must be punished. Perhaps one day I will reveal she is alive, but he must know the consequences of disobeying me,” Zheng Zu said.

“But this cruelty-” Bao Yu started.

“Are you questioning me?” Zheng Zu asked. His eyes flashed suddenly with anger.

Bao Yu dropped to her knees and pressed her forehead to the floor. “I only hate to see Shang-chi in such pain. I mean no disrespect. Please forgive me, father,” she said.

“You should know your place, Bao Yu. I will forgive you since you are my oldest and most beloved daughter, but I am your father and I will not tolerate this impudence.”

“You are generous, father,” Bao Yu said, looking up at him, but not daring to stand back up for fear of Zheng Zu’s wrath.

“Do not worry of Shang-chi. I have plans that will cement his loyalty,” Zheng Zu said.

Bao Yu stood up. She thought that never in any moment had she hated her father so. She smiled at her father, wishing only that he would die, and that it would be by her hands. He excused her, and she returned to her room. She looked at herself in the mirror. She hoped that the anger now marring her features was not there when her father looked upon her face. If he saw then he would know her anger and he would see that as betrayal of her heart and have her executed.

Bao Yu returned to the House of the Deadly Hammer. She worried that she was the only kindness that Shi-Hua ever knew.

[arttrampbelle]

Ok mini vent/tsimping? (Look there's good points and bad points)

I hate mk12/mk1 shang tsung's writing. And his stupid needle wannbe basic bitch claw gloves.

HOWEVER!

I will admit despite all that. He's once again THE ONLY THING GOOD ABOUT THE NEW MK GAME. and it's sad really because it's just mk11 2 electric boogaloo,but different packaging. Srsly. Fr. It really is. Nothing changes. Nothing is special. It's the same shit. Trying to pretend to be something better but it's not really.

But again like i said. Despite that. Unless you're a shang tsung tsimp.

You're not going to really like the new game. Unless you have no standards and aren't really a mk fan. And are just here for the hype.

But in all seriousness,i would like alan lee as shang more and watch more of his shang ,if people stop putting him in those stupid fugly ass gloves. Get rid of those and we good bro.

I mean really. If mk onslaught can make him look like this

And keep his smugness in 12.

Getting rid of those damn gloves would make this less distracting. And stop making me so pissed off. (Im petty,i hate his gloves,sue me)

And his role needs to be done better,but i chalk that up to once again piss poor writing. And even then....still the only entertainment about the new mortal kombat game is SHANG TSUNG. Once again he has to save the damn franchise because they keep making other characters shit. Ugh.

And i want him to "win" but i want it to be worth it and actually earn it and not be plot convenient for tsimps like me. Like im a huge fan but damn man. Give me something with oomf,with flavor,not imitation fake ass cheese. Gimme real chedder,ya know ehat i mean?! Like damn.

NOT MAKING LIU KANG A VILLAIN IS THE BIGGEST MISTAKE AND FUMBLE THEY (NRS) EVER MADE!

But i digress.

Shang tsung still is a cutie. Not the best in the new game as he isn't quite as delicious as the og tagawa,and im still disappointed and am rejecting canon and substituting it for my own,but still shang tsung is shang tsung and I'm out of proper kontent.

So he'll do. For now (i do 💖hate💖 how he still got charm,swag, or rizz as the young kids call it now).

Like despite the shitty writing,he's still cute.

Honey I'm so sorry they did you kinda dirty. But despite the shitty script,mr alan lee does a decent job. At least he fucking tries. Unlike some characters!!!! *stares death glares at this mk12/mk1 lame ass version of liu kang* . Like I'm so sorry sweetie that they give you half assed villainy and call it good. Ugh,you deserve so much better.

So for me this shang's a 5 or 6 solid out of 10. But this is me being a tsimp so eh. Dont take my word for it.

[sssssssim]

Sim's Christmas Pie 2023: Christmas Lights

What do you do when your crush texts you Help! and you find them tangled up in fairy lights? You help them.

💡 Beth and Rick 💡 Bucky and Steve 💡 Caitlin and Cisco 💡 Carol and Daryl 💡 Crowley and Aziraphale 💡 Effie and Haymitch 💡 Geralt and Jaskier 💡 Kate and Clint 💡 Katy and Shang-Chi 💡 Nico and Will 💡 Rey and Poe 💡 Stiles and Derek 💡