#shangqi oneshot

[akariamai]

The Golden Dagger Club

Pairing: Shang-chi x symbiote!reader

Word Count: 2145

You were just starting to repair the damages of a recuperating career and then the Blip happened. You were dusted away for five years and appeared back into your shitty apartment – your old shitty apartment that was occupied by someone else – and were left with nothing. Your clothing and furniture were all thrown away and your renewed show was trashed because everyone still alive was trying to cope with the loss of loved ones.

To those that stayed, you were considered lucky. Is it lucky to have nothing to come back to? The banks refused to help and getting any loans needed minimum of five years of income. Obviously that’s impossible as you were dusted for all five of those years making the institution useless. No one was willing to hire either as you were often overqualified or lacked any recent experience in the workforce.

Unlike some of the others who also disappeared, you didn’t have a family to help you adapt to the new culture that flourished whilst you were gone. There was still a semblance of the old but you were on your own.

Waiting was the worst. The United Nations were scrambling to provide provisions, documents, and other essentials for those who came back. It was a real shit show and at times, made you wish you never came back.

You had to worry about scavenging enough food for Venom or else it’s your organs that’ll be on the menu and you want your organs to remain intact and uneaten. You also don’t want to watch Venom bite someone’s head off again. You had to work fast as Venom was most likely going to starve and the government wasn’t working fast enough.

You heard murmurs of an underground tournament that pays very well for winning contestants. You weren’t a stranger of questionably immoral activities. You and Venom needed this. It was a saving grace in the waiting game of darkness. The United Nations were behind on provisions and housings, and you couldn’t wait for the miracle of them hurrying along the process.

So you left. The world didn’t need to know you were back, undusted and alive. It had moved on without you and there was no point in sticking around. The world would believe you were the unlucky ones to be at the wrong place during the Snap.

The world would get to learn of the existence of Venom, see the both of you as more than a blurry black figure from security cameras. See the two of you reappear after your hiatus. Your reappearance will be on that podium, hundred of eyes on you, seeing you, and cheering for you. 

You had arrived to your brand new start. A new beginning to the end of a shitty chapter. “Welcome to the Golden Daggers Club! We’re a multi-platform global operation. Every fight live streamed on the dark web. Thousands of viewers placing bets as we speak.” The ringmaster, Jon Jon, explained as he handed you the sign up sheet. You read carefully, not wanting to be screwed over in the end, and when you deemed everything acceptable you signed on. It was fast and easy. Pen on paper and suddenly a new door opened.

There must’ve been hundreds of people in the unfinished building. Small cells, containing smaller fights, lead up to the giant podium where the grander fights and higher betting stakes take place. Within the club, you had to earn your place. Starting in those small cells and work your way up to become a favorite.

Your first opponent was no one memorable. They were enhanced to some degree but nothing remotely close to be able to take the two of you down. It was almost too easy but Venom adored the attention they’d garnered. On the other side of the cell were many onlookers, wanting to see more of the alien creature. It was itching more for fights, more advanced opponents, and scoring chocolate money. The club loved Venom. The fame and attention caught the curiosity of the club’s founder. 

Xu Xialing was cold, complex, and a fighter. Her coldness was strictly targeted to men but once she saw the person beneath Venom, she’d lighten up around the two of you. You became her friend. You’d learn bits and pieces of her past while you shared yours. She’d given you a chance to start anew even if she didn’t know it. You felt like you owed her for providing a way to provide for Venom in a way your old job couldn’t. You and Venom took it upon yourselves to take out the trash, people who were trying to shut her operation down. The club meant so much to people and you didn’t want anyone to shit on the empire she’d built. 

It was a night like any other. Bets were placed and the money just kept coming. The bar was filled as always and Venom was itching for its turn. “Take it easy on the chocolates, it’s about to be your turn.” You were currently watching the fight between Abomination, who was broken out of prison by his opponent, and the current Sorcerer Supreme, Wong. Wong seemed overwhelmed at first but managed to get Abomination to punch themselves. 

“I’ve worked up an appetite.” Venom grunted as they bit the whole chocolate bar in its entirety. You could feel it buzzing with excitement. 

Wong had won his fight and you were walking towards the main stage. “Doing what, sitting?” You replied as Venom’s pitch black skin covered you fully. Your thin arms concealed by its large muscles and build. No one in the crowd would ever guess who was underneath its skin.

The name of your opponent was called Flux. You had seen his fights before, seen him climb up ranks. You nor Venom were worried though. You’d let Venom take full control as it was its moment not yours. Venom tore onto the stage, hyping up the crowd, and waited for the fight to begin. The lights, the cheers, and the overwhelming anticipation riddled your being. It was exhilarating and you couldn’t wait for Venom to have the time of its life.

Flux wasn’t overpowered by much. Having superhuman strength, stamina and durability assists in keeping up with you and Venom. You’d been lucky no one has caught on to your weaknesses. As Venom controlled your body, you thought about how different your life had become and how thankful you were for being the right match for Venom. Feeling the immense happiness originating from it makes you happy. You knew Venom felt miserable hidden within your body, not allowed to stretch till night fell. Here in the club, it didn’t matter. Almost every fighter had some enhancement that made them different from everyone else. Had skills most didn’t possess.

Once the fight was over, the club’s staff members dragged Flux away towards the locker room. Venom, after celebrating its win with the crowd, followed afterwards. A giant teeth-filled grin dwelled on its face until its skin disappeared into your body.

You opened your designated locker and pulled out a box of chocolates and a 12 pack of diet soda. Opening them one by one you feed Venom by placing them into its mouth and congratulating them on its win while you consume the diet soda. In moments like these Venom resembled a puppy. Craved for your attention and wanted to feel loved. 

You’d notice Jon Jon speaking to someone you’d only seen on your phone. The Bus Boy video that’s been dominating the internet. Venom had dismissed the guy as he wasn’t anything special except for maybe his delicious brain but you didn’t want to find out.

“[Reader], Venom,” Jon Jon yelled, “the boss wants to talk!” The guy next to him watched curiously at the Venom head appearing out of your side.

“If anyone steals even one chocolate or soda, I’ll bite your head off and feast on your organs.” Venom made sure to show off its teeth to the remaining contenders before going to Xialing’s office. You sat down on a chair waiting for her to arrive. Jon Jon left the dubbed Bus Boy in her office as well. He stayed standing, not knowing what to do. He was nervous, that was evident, and a bit awkward.

“Do you know who we are supposed to meet?” He didn’t know how to talk to you or Venom. If he were being honest, Venom kinda scared him. The threats given did not help at all. “I need to find my sister. Do you know her, Xu Xialing?” You noticed he kept a white tissue around his nostrils. The metallic smell of blood allowed you to know the reason why.

You stayed quiet not knowing the reason as to why he was asking. Knowing he was in her workplace, she’ll show herself eventually.

She walked in, taking her place behind her laptop.

“You run this place?” He talked in Mandarin. 

“I own it.” She replied back. 

Another woman was let in by Jon Jon, counting the stack of cash as she walked into the room. She was adorable when she was caught red handed. Having bet against the man, her friend apparently. “Did you bet against me?”

“No.” She lied. “I bet on that Venom dude earlier.” In an attempt to change the subject, she turned the attention on you and Xialing, “Hi Xialing and stranger. I’m Katy. You’re, like, such a badass. Everything that you do is, like, so cool. That was really cool.” She walked towards one of the seats next to her friend, which you still did not have a name for.

“This is [Reader].” Xialing replied, “The Venom dude from earlier.”

Katy gasped excitedly, “No way! I thought Venom had more muscles. Love the costume by the way. What fabric do you use?” She shook your hand frantically and laughed, “Your fight was so amazing. You made me a lot of money.”

You had never integrated with someone who had so much shameless confidence. She had seen you and Venom fight and she was treating you like a hero. Most run away at the sight of the two of you. It was a nice change of scenery. “Alien, I guess? Venom come out and say ‘hello’ to a fellow fan.”

“A fan…” He muttered as he moved his head towards her, “So unafraid, so courageous. You shall not be eaten.”

She chuckled nervously, “Thank you.”

“I like your pants.” Xialing turned the conversation towards herself.

Katy blushed, “Thank you. Thanks. Yeah.” She was obviously flattered by the compliment as she smoothed out her yellow pants.

“What do you want?” The coldness of Xialing's voice appeared suddenly. A certain sharpness you had never heard, finally making its existence known.

“The Ten Rings ambushed us in San Francisco.” San Francisco was the place where you once lived. The tomb of the life you once had. 

“I saw the video.” Everyone had seen the video. It became a viral phenomenon which was rare as it raced against hero and alien sightings, and meet and greets with international heroes.

“They took my pendant. They’re gonna come for yours next.” You had learned about the pendant Xialing never took off as it was a gift from her mother. To learn he shared the same or similar pendant must mean only one thing. “I don’t know what he wants with them, but we both know it can’t be good.”

“You know what he said to me when he left?” You heard this story only once. It was a painful memory of abandonment and the loss of a sibling. Not in death, but in spirit. Lost of hope while living in the fragments of an once happy family. “‘I’ll be back in three days.’ And after three days, I went to our mom’s shrine and waited. Three days turned into a week, a week turned to a month, and a month turned to six years. That’s how long it took me to realize I didn’t need him any more. I built this place on my own. I didn’t need you then, and I don’t need you now.”

“I volunteer to eat him.” Venom liked Xialing. She snuck chocolates to it and was the first person, who wasn’t [Reader], to not be afraid of it. She gave you and it a home. “I’ll make it painful.” He licked his lips to scare Xialing’s brother even more.

Xialing smiled at Venom. It was the thought that counted and Venom meant well. He inched away from you and asked, “Then why would you send me the postcard?”

“What postcard?”

He got up from his seat and reached into his pockets. He slowly walked towards her before handing it to her.

“I didn’t send you this.” After she spoke those words, everything went to shit.

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[imaginemrvel]

Masterlist ❦

Prompt List for requests is coming soon!

Currently on a short break as I am on holiday :)

❥ - fluff

☽ - angst

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Formula 1

Daniel Ricciardo

• Long Day Eh? - ❥

• That’s Not Me - ❥ . • ° ༄

• Pinky Promises - ❥

• Future - ❥

Charles Leclerc

• Should’ve Stayed Home - ❥

• Heart Equals Home - ❥ . • °

Carlos Sainz Jr

• Tell Me Then - ☽ ❥

Max Verstappen

• Each Other - ❥

Marvel

Xu Shangqi

• Hold Still - ❥☽

• By Your Side - ❥

Actors

Simu Liu

• Dresses and Promises - ❥

Taron Egerton

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A/N: Requests are currently open!

[tom-whore-dleston]

Coffee and Confessions

Pairing: !Professor Xu Shangqi x !college f. reader

Genre: Fluff (lime)

Warnings: professor x student/TA relationship, elements of slow burn, mutual pining, sfw teasing, reader plays footsies with Shangqi, making out, confessions, suggestiveness, preludes to smut  

Summary: You start off your winter break with your favorite professor.

Word Count: 2.9k

Beta Read: @cyborg-cinderella - thank you bestie Ilysm 😘

Notes: This fic is my submission for @tonystarksfavoritedaughter‘s 1 year writing challenge. I chose the quote: “Your lips taste like strawberries.” Congrats Hailey on the milestone! I’m so proud of you 💕 sorry for posting it past the deadline, but I hope you love it 🥺 Although no 18+ warnings are present, my blog is still 18+ so PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE NOT 18+! Otherwise you will be blocked! Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊

It was finally winter break. Everyone around you was packing their bags to return to their hometown or planning vacations to extravagant places the world had to offer. Everyone except for you. 

You didn’t have much awaiting you in your hometown. All the people you grew up with essentially got up and left after graduating high school and never looked back. On top of that, your family decided to make plans without you and were expected to return home on Christmas Day. That is, if everything goes well for their flight back home, and you could only hope that the weather conditions were safe to travel in. So you were left with no choice but to hold down the apartment you shared with your roommates. 

Once your roommates left you with the apartment, you sighed in relief and plopped down on the couch. You stared at the ceiling for a few moments before deciding to flip on the TV. You were only able to squeeze in a few episodes of the show you were binging before boredom washed over you. Then, you decided to follow an at-home workout video. By the time you finished exercising, you were still bored out of your mind. 

The rest of the day revolved around ordering takeout and starting a new show to binge watch. In the middle of watching one episode, your phone chimed to signal you received a text. You grabbed your phone from under the blanket and turned it on. It would be an understatement to say that you were shocked by who sent you the text.

“Good evening,

I hope you are doing well and are receiving the rest you deserve after all your hard work this semester. I know this may seem out of the blue, but there is a pressing issue that I would like to discuss with you in person. Would it be possible to meet you at the cafe on Lime & Lemon St tomorrow morning at 10am? If not, perfectly fine. We can talk over email if you prefer. Please let me know as soon as possible. Thank you and have a wonderful night!

Professor Shangqi”

You lost track of the times you read the text from Professor Shangqi. Your face warmed up and your palms persparated. The professor you had been crushing on the whole semester is requesting to meet up with you outside of school. The smile on your face was as wide as the Cheshire Cat. Then, you suddenly frowned.

What if he wanted to meet up with you because you failed his class? What if he caught on to your crush on him and was going to confront you about it? Your mind was racing with thoughts and you didn’t know if you should cry or throw up or pretend you never received the text and call it a night. 

“No,” you exclaimed out loud to yourself. “I should reply. It’d be rude of me not to.” And so, you sent out a quick reply and sent it without thinking twice.

“Hi Professor!

Yes, I can meet with you at that time. I hope that everything is okay on your end. I look forward to meeting with you.”

Time couldn’t move any slower as you waited to hear back from Shangqi. When your phone dinged again, you opened up your messages within a second of receiving the notification. 

“Oh, everything is fine. I promise. Just wanted to ask you something that I prefer doing in person. Can’t wait to see you :)”

Now, you were back to smiling and biting your lip. Your fingers danced across your phone screen as you wrote one last message to him.

“Sounds good! I will see you tomorrow. Goodnight professor :)”

Rolling onto your belly, you screamed into the pillow that you were lying down on. You had to pinch yourself in case you were dreaming. Before you knocked out, you read over the text thread, excited you will be getting coffee with the professor you had developed a deep admiration for. 

The next morning, you sat in your car, glancing at your reflection in the tiny mirror above you. Your palms were sweaty against your phone as you checked the time. 

9:59am

You started to hyperventilate, considering how close it was to the time you were expected to meet Shangqi. Normally, you were perfectly calm and collected around Shangqi. Yet now, you were on the verge of vomiting because of how nervous you were about going out with him. Was this even considered a date? No. Just a student and professor having a casual business meeting. Right?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of another car pulling into the parking space next to you. You almost yelped when you realized the driver was your professor. As Shangqi turned off the ignition and stepped outside, you took some deep breaths to steady your racing heart beat. When you finally got out of your car, Shangqi glanced in your direction and flashed a sweet smile. 

“Hey!” Shangqi called out, sauntering towards you. “Good to see you again.”

“Yeah, likewise,” you responded. You gave him a firm handshake like how you always did when you saw each other. Except this time, the handshake lingered a little too long for it to be professional. You both lightly giggled before anchoring your hands down and brushing fingers. 

“Shall we?” 

“Yes, let’s go in.” You walked alongside Shangqi until he rushed to open the door for you. A laugh erupted from your belly as you thanked him for the gesture, entering the coffee shop. As you hopped in line, Shangqi briefly glanced down at your backside before following you. He was grateful that you hadn’t turned around, otherwise he would’ve been in for it. Little did he know, you had hoped that he would look at you the way you did with him.

“Lemme guess, you’re gonna order the matcha lavender latte,” Shangqi playfully taunted as you peered up at the menu. You pretended to act offended even though deep down, you were flattered he memorized your favorite coffee drink. Yeah, it technically wasn’t coffee, but it was better than the boring Americanos your professor always drank.

“Of course, I am! Remember, every time I go to a new coffee shop, I have to order their matcha to compare between shops.” Shangqi beamed at how your face glowed while you spoke. “And if I were to guess, you are gonna get your tasteless Americano?” Shangqi adjusted his glasses and turned back to the menu.

“Actually, I think I’ll get the same thing as you. It must be worth the hype if you’re always ordering it. And I’ll have you know, dear, that Americanos are not tasteless.” Your head whipped around when he called you dear. You weren’t sure how you could possibly respond to that without wanting to yank him towards you and kiss him. But the way his eyes met yours made you even more tempted to do so.

“Next in line, please!” A loud voice projected from behind the counter. You both whipped your heads in the direction of the barista, waiting for you to approach the counter. Shangqi made way for you to stroll towards the counter first. Nodding towards him, you proceeded to the counter, reciting your typical coffee order to the barista. He punched the buttons on the screen, waiting for you all to conclude your order. Shangqi came up behind you, lightly cupping your mid back. The unexpected movement sent chills up your spine and your cheeks burned hot enough to keep you toasty in this cold weather. 

Shangqi angled towards you. “Make those two matcha lavender lattes.” You simpered, cocking your head towards him. The barista, unbothered by the exchange occurring in front of him, tapped away at the screen. 

“Would you like to try any of our pastries or…” his voice dragged out as you scanned the menu. 

“The strawberry crepe sounds pretty good,” you mentioned to the barista.

“And I’ll have the chocolate croissant,” Shangqi jumped in. The barista gave the total cost of the order, and as you dug through your bag for your wallet, the professor handed the barista his credit card.

“Wait, I could’ve-”

“No need for that. Besides, I’m the one who invited you here, right?” You nodded in agreement, allowing him to pay for the order. Then, you both waited to the side counter, standing so close that your arms bumped in unison. Without acknowledging the closeness, you both smiled to yourselves, glancing at the ground. 

After receiving your orders, you both settled into a cozy corner of the cafe. Shangqi rubbed his hands together to keep warm while you bit into the strawberry that sat atop the crepe. He stared at your lips as they puckered around the strawberry, his mind wandering to the dark depths that he only visited at night. You swallowed the fruit as he chewed on the inside of his cheek. In the blink of an eye, your professor steered himself back on track.  

“So you’re probably wondering why I invited you to coffee.”

You shrugged with a small smirk. “Just a bit curious.”

Shangqi laughed, “So the reason I asked you here is because…” He twirled the cup around on the table as if the right words would magically appear. Well this may not be a surprise to you, but you were my best student. In fact, you received the highest grade out of all of my students.”

You gulped on the lump in your throat, beads of sweat forming on your palms. As much as you wanted to make eye contact while he spoke to you, your nerves got the best of you. Just the sheer thought of looking into his beautiful brown eyes would make you faint.

“I wanted to know if you would be interested in being my TA for the spring?” The muscles in Shangqi’s body tensed while he waited for your response. He relaxed when he saw the twinkle in your eyes. You were smiling so hard you had to hide behind your hand. Moments later, you nodded your head repetitively.

“Yes!” Your cheeks were sore from grinning. “Oh my gosh, yes! Wow, I am truly honored, Professor. Thank you so much!”

Shangqi sighed in relief and raised his cup towards you. “To the fall semester. And now, onto spring semester.” You tapped your cup with his and then simultaneously sipped your drinks. It was refreshing to hear only good news coming from your professor. You hummed happily thinking about how you get to spend more time with him.

Further into the coffee date, you noticed a shift in Shangqi. While you made small talk, he would eye your lips and lick his own. Was it a coincidence that he did that? Were you imagining things? Was he coming onto you? You assumed that you were overthinking everything, yet his every little move made your skin heat up.

Feeling bold, you grazed your foot against Shangqi to test how he would react to it. He didn’t seem phased by it until your foot crept up his leg. His jaw clenched in surprise and he removed his glasses to clean the lens. His imagination still ran wild as you slowly trailed your foot in between his calves. 

Perfect. You got him.

To tease him more, you seductively ate the strawberry crepe that you had almost forgotten. You shut your eyes and moaned as the sweet treat hit your tastebuds. Something in Shangqi stirred as your innocent moans filled his ears and he gulped down another swig of his drink. Anything to distract himself from his mind diving deeper into that forbidden place. Meanwhile, you hid your smirk, knowing that you managed to get under your professor’s skin. In a good way, of course.

This continued until everyone in the cafe left for closing. You both took your time leaving the cafe. While Shangqi slid the crumbs off the table with a napkin, you took your time grabbing your bag behind you. It was really obvious that neither of you wanted to leave. Even the tired baristas picked up on you and Shangqi trying to prolong your date. 

“Well, that was nice,” you announced once you finally exited the cafe. A wave of sadness washed over you, realizing you won’t be seeing your favorite professor for over a month. 

“Yeah, it was a nice date,” Shangqi added, causing your heart to skip a beat. You smiled timidly at him. As much as you wanted to question him about it being a date, you didn’t want to pry. You were appreciative to have spent quality time with him before spending a lonely winter break at your apartment.

“Thank you, by the way,” you began. “For today. Actually, the whole semester. Out of all the professors that I’ve had, you’re my favorite. I can’t wait to be your TA.” Shangqi smiled at you, soaking up your kind words. You reached your hand out, waiting for him to shake it.

“I think we’re past handshakes now.” You lowered your hand slowly. “You’re gonna be my TA so we can be a bit more casual, don’t you think?” You snickered. Shangqi extended his arms and wrapped them around you when you closed the space between you two. You felt secure. You felt home. And you didn’t want to let go of that feeling. Neither did Shangqi.

Your professor pulled away just enough to look into your eyes longingly. The mixture of the nippy air and his comforting embrace caused goosebumps to form on your uncovered skin. His gaze moved down to your lips and his breath decelerated. Then, your voice snapped him back to the present.

“You know something, Professor?” Shangqi’s face plastered with perplexity. “I know you have been staring at my lips the moment we stepped in the cafe.” Shangqi tried to deny you but just ended up tripping over his words. He grew more nervous as he defended himself. It made you titter how the professor that always had a way with words became a blabbing mess over you.

“You can kiss me if you want.”

Shangqi chuckled at your forwardness, but proceeded to move his hands to your face. His rough hands cradled your jawline before leaning in to press his lips on yours. Your heart violently thumped against your chest and your stomach twisted as your lips danced to a beat that felt so familiar. After what felt like a lifetime, he pulled away for fresh air. 

Shangqi was awestruck. By you, the kiss…by everything. All he could utter was, “Your lips taste like strawberries.” Yet, he still brought you to a fit of giggles.

“It was the-”

“The crepes. Yeah, I remember.” Like a pair of magnets, your lips were stuck on his again. His thumbs smoothed over your cheeks as you tugged on his winter coat. Your tongues almost simultaneously slipped into each other’s mouths, causing you to gasp as he explored the inside of your mouth. The bitter taste of coffee mixed with the sweetness of the pastry danced along your tastebuds. You craved to memorize the taste of his tongue, to have his lips imprinted on your body. 

“Shangqi,” you stammered, as the kiss died on your lips. “I really like you. I know I shouldn’t but I can’t help it.” Now that you finally admitted your feelings for him, you wanted to burst into tears. Your head started to drop, but your professor tilted it back so you could gaze into his brown eyes.

“I really like you too.” Shangqi swiped your hair out of your face so he could bask in all your beauty. He sighed in joy, “God, it feels so good to say it. I have felt things for you ever since the first day. I never thought I would adore someone the way I adore you.” He sniffled, unsure if it was the tears he was fighting back or the cold winter catching up to him. “But, here we are. I’m not ashamed to admit how much I really like you.” 

What started off as a short peck turned into another passionate kiss. You felt his lips form into a smile against your own. He nuzzled his nose against yours, causing you to snort quietly. A sound that Shangqi secretly loved.

“I don’t want you to go now. I wish we had more time together.” Shangqi caressed you as if it would be the last time he would ever be able to. A lightbulb in your head abruptly lit up when you remembered that you were basically spending all of winter break alone in your apartment. Perhaps, Shangqi could keep you company.

“My roommates are back home and I have the apartment to myself if you want to come over.”   

Shangqi perked up. “Yeah I like that. Just text me the address and I’ll meet you there.” You nodded happily before he kissed you one more time. Both of you locked eyes before heading to your cars. You shared one last subtle laugh before easing your ways into your cars. The shape of his lips still lingered on yours, and you couldn’t wait to touch them again. 

Now, you finally had something to look forward to during winter break. More appropriately, someone to look forward to.

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[babyboiboyega]

I can explain (Shangqi x f!reader)

Shangqi x f!reader

Prompt: “When everything’s going wrong, the mere thought of you makes it right.” + never wanting to pull away kiss

Content: a little angst, but more fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

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A/N: this is my first ever time writing for Shangqi (or Shang-Chi), and I already have a lot of other ideas for this incredibly loveable character.

I hope you all enjoyed this!

A heavy sigh left Y/N’s mouth as she unceremoniously dropped onto her couch. The feeling of her limbs relaxing into the cushions almost prompted a moan of relief to follow the heavy sigh. It did, however, make her eyes flutter closed as she leaned her head back.

Y/N had been thinking of this moment the entire day. The moment when her week ended and her weekend began; a weekend of not having to deal with rude, angry-at-the-world customers who decide to yell at her because a privately owned publishing warehouse doesn’t print the book that they want. Or the customers who don’t check their emails for their tracking information and then get mad at her, for some absurd reason.

Another sigh leaves her mouth, and this time with the sigh goes her thoughts of work, entering the empty air for the weekend. 

But being off on the weekend didn’t exactly mean being absolved of texts and calls from fellow coworkers, ranting about customers, or even management. So when her phone’s ringer went off, signaling a new incoming text, she simply kept her eyes closed. She certainly had enough time to read and reply...but maybe later.

The text had already migrated to the back of her mind in the span of a few seconds...and then her phone went off again. This time, two quick “dings” sounded through her apartment. 

Her eyes opened before she slowly sat up, her phone coming into view. Before she could spare another though about her phone and it’s notifications, her hand quickly reached for the remote and pressed the power button.

She managed to flip through a few channels before her phone rang once more, and this time it was accompanied by a few knocks on her door.

Completely disregarding the fact that it was almost 11 at night and she hadn’t been expecting anyone, and being fueled by her now very obvious annoyance, it only took her a few strides to reach her door. In all honesty, she’d had no idea what she was going to say to whoever was on the other side of her door; but whatever had been ready to leave her lips died as soon as she opened the door.

“Shaun?”

She hadn’t been able to control the volume and surprise in her voice, and she saw his grimace in response. She couldn’t find it in herself to care if he didn’t like the volume in her voice; the very next emotions she felt surge through her body was...well, it was a cross between worry and anger. 

“Y/N...hey.” He had a sheepish smile on his face; one that showed off his dimple. One that she had to restrain from returning. But then she remembered the last time she had seen that same smile and the last time she had even heard from him. Her eyebrows raised incredulously.

“‘Hey?’ ‘Hey’?? That’s all...that’s all you have to say to me after being gone for...a month? And some weeks?” 

She could hear the hurt in her own voice, and it made her want to cringe at herself.

‘He could have been doing more important things than worrying about you’ is all that went through her mind.

Her arms crossed self-consciously in front of her.

“Please, let me explain. It’s… it’s actually crazier than you think.”

The hesitance on her part came from her nagging thoughts that flipped between “he was genuinely busy” and “he’s about to make up some absurd excuse for why he hasn’t spoken to you while also letting you down gently”.

“May I come in?” His eyebrows were raised as he gently asked for her permission. Y/N quickly nodded and stepped to the side before her thoughts could scare her too much.

His eyes stayed on her as he stepped past her, entering her apartment. She took a second to take a deep breath before closing the door behind him. 

She briefly wondered how her face looked as she turned to face him. Did she look as hurt and worried as she felt? Could he see her feelings on her face?

“I’m sorry for disappearing for...as long as I did. And I’m sorry for not reaching out at all during that time. But I can explain why.”

His eyes followed her figure as she walked slowly around her kitchen counter. He made no effort to hide the pleading look in his eyes, and he only began talking when Y/N raised her eyebrows from across the counter. 

“Okay. Just...bare with me.” Y/N’s eyes narrowed and more questions filled her mind as she watched him take a breath as if he were bracing himself. 

Y/N hadn’t known what to expect when he had started talking, but she definitely wasn’t expecting a story filled with martial arts, trained assassins, ancient organizations, soul-sucking demons, and dragons. 

Even after he had explained everything, his eyes watching and waiting for her reaction, she still couldn’t find the words to express herself.

Her body was frozen in its same position, and her eyes were wide and staring right at him. As the silence stretched between them, he couldn’t help grimacing slightly once again.

“Also, my name isn’t really Shaun. It’s Shangqi.”

That last piece of information seemed to finally shake Y/N out of her stupor, as she blinked quickly and let out a quick breath. 

“I...I don’t know what to say.” In all honesty, all of this was kind of making her head spin, and it was evident in the way her breathing picked in just the slightest. 

“W-What exactly do you say to someone who’s just saved the world? ‘Thank you’? ‘I owe you my life’- because, I guess, technically, I do owe you my life. Because of you, I still have my life- or my soul.”

At her rambling, Shangqi’s expression shifted from one of wariness to relief to a little worried. It had only just crossed his mind that he was worried that she wouldn’t believe him, and not worried about how she would receive the information.

She believed every word that had just come from his mouth, simply because she knew that he wouldn’t lie about something like this. She knew that he wouldn’t lie to her… at least she hoped he wouldn’t.

“You don’t have to say anything. I...I just needed you to know why I was gone. The thought of letting you go one more second thinking I just...left you was driving me crazy.”

A humorless laugh forced its way through Y/N’s lips. 

“Yeah, thinking I had driven you away was driving me crazy too.”

Before she could even regret her words, her eyes were drawn to Shangqi, whose head was shaking quickly. In a few steps, he had walked around the counter, coming to a stop a few feet from her. 

“That was never the case, I swear. You could never drive me away, not even if you tried.”

At the minuscule smile that appeared on her face, he risked taking another step forward. 

From where he stood, he could smell faint traces of her favorite perfume that had slowly worn off during her day. Her favorite perfume had quickly become his favorite scent, simply because it reminded him of her. 

From where she stood, she could easily see the faint signs of exhaustion on his face. No doubt from the strains of the last month and a half. It made her want to reach out to him. 

“Every second, from the moment we left, all I could think about was coming back to you. Even while staring into the face of a-”

“A mega soul-sucking demon?”

The quiet laugh that left his mouth seemed to weigh on her body, but not with pressure. Instead, all she felt was warmth, and it coursed through her veins with the power of 11 suns.

“Yes,” there was laughter in his voice as he responded, “even while staring into the face of a mega soul-sucking demon.”

As he spoke, he had gradually moved forward until taking a deep breath would easily have their chests brushing against each other.

Y/N couldn’t keep the tremor out of her voice as she spoke, her eyes flickering between Shangqi’s.

“You...you really thought of me when you were saving the world?”

Her eyes fluttered closed as his hand raised and gently cupped her cheek. Soon after, she felt pressure from his forehead connecting with hers. Without hesitation, her own hands lifted, coming to grasp at his sides, desperate to pull him closer.

His breath fanned across her face as he spoke, and it made her hands tighten.

“When everything’s going wrong, the mere thought of you always makes it right.”

His words were quickly swallowed by Y/N’s lips pressing against his with fervor. The hand that was on her cheek gently titled her head back as he kissed her back with just as much passion, while his other hand wound around her waist. They both pulled at the other, as if they couldn’t get close enough. 

The warmth that had been coursing through her veins quickly turned into leg-numbing electricity the longer their lips were connected. Her eyes were closed, and so were his, but they could both see the other’s face behind their lids, surrounded by the stars their presence created. 

The only thing that could pull them apart was the need for air, and even then, as their foreheads connected and their lips stayed hovering over each other’s, they breathed the same air.

Shangqi’s words were shaky as he spoke, his thumb rubbing circles into her skin.

“You make everything right.”

**********

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Hello there :) If you feel like it, I would like to request prompt #3 with Shangqi x Avenger!reader (maybe stark!reader?) if possible? If not, just good ol' regular reader. Thanks in advance!!!

hiya !! i hope i fulfilled your request ! i’m not so sure why this was so hard for me to write. i still hope this was good enough for you !! enjoy :)

title: secrets

you had practically begged your father to let you accompany your friend on a mission, he hesitated at first. claiming you didn’t know him all the well. which it wasn’t true, you knew shangqi longer than you told your father. partially because if he knew he would probably fly over the country to meet the poor guy.

of course, you’re thankful to have tony as your father but sometimes he was just a bit too much. that’s why you moved across the country just to get a break from your old man. and that’s when you met shangqi. it was a blessing really, you led your superhero life behind and started anew. that was until the truth of shangqi came out.

that’s how you ended up with him in his mothers village. the fight was over now, the two of you sat on the bank of the river. you stared out at the water, your head resting on shangqis shoulder. you two didn’t say anything, just enjoying the night before returning home.

he was thankful for your company, truthfully he didn’t want you to join him. afraid of possibly losing you, that’s something that he knew he couldn’t live with. not when you were his everything. you made it so easy for him to forget about his troubles. he knew he loved you, but he was scared to admit it. what if he lost you?

“why did you come with me?” he asked, suddenly. you hummed, raising your head. “because, you’re my friend. and you needed my help.” you answered, then looking back at the water. “but i lied to you.” you chuckled, shrugging lightly. “we all have our secrets. i know one day you would’ve told me.” to you it wasn’t that big of a deal. you had your secrets too, after all being the daughter of tony stark had its downside. you rested your head back on his shoulder, his hand gently laying on your knee. “y/n” he hummed. “yes?”

“i think i’m in love with you and i’m terrified”

you didn’t say anything, and that scared shangqi. maybe he just ruined a perfectly good friendship because he can’t hide his growing feelings for you. you didn’t move, still staring out at the water. “please say something.” he begged. you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. you didn’t know if had felt the same way you did. “why are you scared?” you asked. he shrugged, you pulled away getting a clear look at his face. “i lied to you, y/n. how could i not be scared?” you shook your head, seeing tears in his eyes. “don’t say that.” you smiled, “i lied to you too. my father is tony stark” you finally admitted. he stared at you. “what?” you nodded, tears now forming in your eyes. “i’m an avenger. or, i was. i didn’t tell you because i was afraid of my past.” he chuckled,looking away to wipe his eyes. “i guess we both have to work on not keeping secrets.” you laughed, “i guess so”.

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protector- shangqi

pairings: xu shangqi x reader warnings: bruises, physical assault, asshole boss about: requested! (DA32) “are those bruises?” + (DA19) “touch her, and i’ll murder you.” a/n: my darling requester i am SO sorry. it doesn’t usually take me this long to finish a request, but i have been exhausted this week fro some reason, and i couldn’t figure out how to end this. i hope you enjoy anyway!

you can barely gather enough strength to push the door of your shared apartment open, weighed down by the bags under your eyes and the fact that you were supposed to leave work over two hours ago. your forehead knocks against the cool entrance of your home, eyes shut in emotional exhaustion as the key in your hand blindly tries to find the lock. you groan softly when you continuously miss it, hitting your head a few times in frustration. you’re barely lifting yourself off of the door, eyeing the lock, and aiming the key when the door swings open, your boyfriend standing in the frame with furrowed brows. “y/n?”

at the sight of him, you step into your apartment and press your face against his chest, loosely wrapping your arms around his waist as he returns the favor with a tighter grip, still a little confused as he shuts the door behind you. “shangqi,” you mumble out, words muffled by his chest, “i missed you,” you continue, nuzzling your nose against the soft material of his shirt.

he’d been gone the past few days for a mission, and while you would usually make a bigger deal out of his return--meaning balloons and some poorly made dessert that he’ll eat anyways and definitely not you, exhausted, and on the verge of frustrated tears--you had been so tired lately, and you were back home too late for anything, anyways.

“i missed you too,” shangqi trails off, pressing his lips to your head as a comfort that works. “are you okay?” he asks.

“i’m better now,” you shrug, completely honest considering the way you can feel the energy you’d lost at your job rushing back into you with the smell of shangqi. “‘don’t even think i need the nap i was gonna take when i came home.”

“are you sure? i don’t think it’ll hurt,” shangqi debates, his worries utterly clear in his tone.

you force a breathy laugh from your throat, nodding, “you trying to get rid of me?”

“never,” shangqi replies immediately. “but, i am trying to get you to maybe watch a movie with me?” he baits, knowing full well that there’s no point in arguing with you when you’re so stubborn, instead planning to put on one of the movies that never fails to make you fall asleep, if not only for you to rest a little.

“that,” you begin, lifting your head from his chest but not moving from your place in his arms. “sounds like a great idea,” you smile, pecking his lips before letting him pull you to the couch, where you sink into him again.

shangqi puts on the movie he remembers katie raving about, dramatically groaning at you each time you fell asleep. none of you had any idea what it was about it, but you were always knocked out cold by the first twenty minutes, less if you were as tired as you seemed to be.

you glance at him when you notice the movie he’s choosing, poking him, “shangqi…” you warn, catching onto his plan.

“what?” he feigns innocence, throwing his arm around you to pull you even closer, “‘felt like watching it. you know how great the ending is.”

you don’t. which is why the lie is so damning.

you only grumble and settle in beside him, basking in his warmth and pressing stray kisses to whichever place you can reach, happy to have him back. you’re asleep seven minutes in.

-

an hour later, you’re shimmying your shoulders in the kitchen, moving your hips to a song you hadn’t been able to get out of your head for a while before shangqi left. you’re making something for both you and him to eat--nothing too hard, of course; shangqi has made sure to assign you something you can’t burn, something you appreciate after the last time you’d almost burnt down the apartment.

shangqi is eyeing you from the hallway where he’d just come out of the bathroom, a small smile crinkling his eyes as he enjoys seeing you in your element, a welcomed difference to who you had been when you walked through the door. he walks up behind you, placing a gentle hand on your hip and another one on your stomach to turn you around, meeting the brightness of your smile once you meet his eye. you continue dancing distractedly, a wider grin taking up your face when he begins to dance, too.

you turn a little too fast and bump into a counter, wincing when your hip comes in contact with the marble and letting a small sound of pain slip out. shangqi frowns, watching your hand as it rubs at the covered wound. “what’s wrong?”

you lift up your shirt, scrunching your nose when you catch the colored skin underneath. rolling your eyes, you wave him off as you drop your shirt, “it’s nothing. accident at work, my boss accidentally pushed me when we were in the kitchen.”

the frown never completely leaves shangqi’s face, eyes drifting to the place where your bruise was throughout the rest of the night.

-

the next morning, you’re out of the bed and nearly at the door before shangqi is even waking up, the brunt of the mission hitting like a train by the time he’d let his head hit the pillow. you’re rushing inside the bedroom, scurrying around to look for something and say goodbye to your boyfriend when he wakes up. he’s barely awake, the world blurry around him when he catches handprint-shaped darkened skin around your wrist as you reach for something. you don’t note his distress as he sits up, examining the skin that had been fine before he’d left as you mumble an aha, getting ready to leave your boyfriend.

“okay, found it. i love you and i will see yo--”

“is that a bruise?” shangqi interrupts, voice serious and completely awake as he moves towards you, gently grabbing your arm to examine the injury closer.

you look down at your wrist, laughing dismissively way as you try to take your wrist back. “it’s nothing--”

“that’s not nothing, y/n. who did that to you?” shangqi demands, tone still kind but pleading.

you swallow, scoffing lightly with a playful smile, “it’s just an accident at work yesterday,” you begin, the excuse something he’d heard before, “he just grabbed me a little too hard--”

“who?” shangqi insists.

finally giving in, you sigh, “my boss. he was just in a bad mood, i’m honestly fine.”

“was he the same one who pushed you and gave you that?” shangqi asks, pointing at the place on your hip where another bruise resided.

“yes,” you admit after a second of stubborn silence, crossing your arms protectively over your chest.

“did you tell someone--”

“i’m fine.” you cut him off, “it was just a one-time thing, he was in a bad mood and he apologized right after.”

“y/n,” shangqi starts, grabbing the hand belonging to the unscathed arm, “please tell me if it happens again. i think you should go to someone higher-up than him with this anyways--” at the look on your face, he stops himself, “but, i know that you love your job and you're not going to do that, so i’m not going to force you to, but if this happens again--”

“i will.” you promise, “i’ll tell you or i’ll tell his boss. she’s really good about that kind of thing. but i need to go now.”

“okay,” shangqi sighs, not happy with the way you were going about it, but not wanting to force you into something you didn’t want. “i love you, have a good day.”

“i love you, too,” you say, kissing his forehead, “i’ll be back soon.” you wave at him before you leave, giving him a view of the bruise outlining your wrist.

it leaves him with an ugly taste in his mouth that he can’t seem to shake.

-

it’s almost your lunchtime when he notices you’d forgotten your wallet at the kitchen island, the memory of you bustling about in the morning as you looked for what he assumed was this. poking his tongue against his cheek, he decides to visit you at work to bring it to you, knowing you’ll probably need it to buy food, and if your asshole boss happens to be there… then why not take advantage of the opportunity to introduce himself?

he’s at your workplace in ten minutes, swinging around your sugar mommy wallet as he walks inside the building. he greets hans, the receptionist that already knows him by how many times he’s come in to eat with you, and makes small talk while he signs in before he’s able to go see you, face already brightening when he sees you in your element, practically glowing.

the smile that’s beginning to grow on his face disappears completely once your boss comes into the picture, harsh words he’s probably spewing at you making your face drop. shangqi speeds up, trying to listen to what your boss is saying when he suddenly grabs your injured wrist with an angry hand, pulling you closer and spitting words in your face.

shangqi isn’t sure how he got in the middle of both of you so quickly, hands already extended to shove him away from you and standing in front of you as a protective barrier, features contorted into a dangerous snarl.

“who are you? what the fuck are you doing in my building?” he barks, coming closer to the both of you. shangqi can feel your fingers tangling themselves in his shirt, but you don’t move away from him.

“no, what are you doing putting your hands on her?”

“i don’t think any of this concerns you--”

“i can assure you it does when you’re leaving bruises on my girlfriend.”

your boss’ eyes flit to you, settling on your still figure, “you went and complained? you pathetic---” he begins to lunge at you, an arm outstretched when shangqi suddenly pushes him against a wall before he can even touch you.

“touch her, and i’ll murder you.” shangqi growls, a promise laced in the cold tone you’d never even thought he had. his grip is tight around your boss’ neck, ironed shirt wrinkling with each passing second of shangqi’s tightening grip. you stand behind your boyfriend in shock, only used to the sweet man who would prefer trapping spiders to take them outside. you pull at his shirt, softly saying his name as a way of asking him to calm down.

with a final jostle, shangqi complies, putting your boss down and only glaring at him as he slinks away, proclaiming he’ll sue. he turns to you once your boss is gone, gentle hands reaching for the wrist that had just been in your boss’ grip. his fingers trace gently over the bruise, worried eyes replacing the angry ones he’d had just before. “are you okay?” shangqi asks, scanning your face and pulling you into his embrace. you nod, tightening your arms around him. “i swear, i’ll kill him. who does he think he is? if they don’t fire him, i swear i’ll bring it up to wong or banner or i’ll take care of it myself--”

“i’ve never seen you that mad,” you interrupt in a daze, slowly pulling away and searching the eyes that had been so furious seconds before, now soft and comforting as they observed you.

“i’ve never needed to be,” shangqi tells you, the hands that had been wrapped around your boss’ neck now curling around your waist to pull you closer again, “but when i saw him hurting you--”

“i’m okay,” you assure weakly. “i’m sorry i didn’t tell you about it,” you murmur into his chest, “i just didn’t want you to worry. i was trying to avoid all this.”

“worrying about you is my job, i’m supposed to make sure you’re okay, y/n.”

“okay,” you give in. “i’m sorry. i promise i’ll tell you if anything happens again--”

“oh, no, this isn’t going to happen again.” shangqi promises, pulling back to meet your eyes, “i’ll make sure of it. i’ll stay with you every day if i need to.”

“you won’t need to, i promise,” you vow, “but thank you for protecting me.”

shangqi swears it’s his honor.

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A Very Alarming Message

A/N: This takes place late in this series of one-shots. I haven’t written in so SOOO long. THis is just a quick drabble I put together because I really liekd Simu’s suit for hte Oscars

Okay. So this is in my Stark!ReaderVerse! Feedback, as awlays, extremely appreciated and desired. ​

Pairings/Characters: Shang-Chi x Stark!Reader, Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader

Warnings: swearsies, talks about sex, the usual inappropriateness associated with my brand.

Summary:  A favor for oyur father turns into, possibly, the best reat of your life, if not for Steve Rogers

WC: 2,172

“Shhh,” you shushed Shangqi with a press of your finger against his lips. With furrowed brow, he stared at you in confusion, eyebrows lifting as he set down his Xbox Elite controller and grabbed your wrist to lower your hand.

“Babe,” he said quietly. “What are you doing?”

Chewing on your lip, you looked around his room in the East Coast compound while narrowing your eyes, “I sense a disturbance in the force.”

“Oh, here we go again.”

“I mean it!” You whined as he wrapped his arms around your middle and yanked you over the back of the sofa until you landed unceremoniously on his lap. “Something is off. It’s too normal here.”

Shangqi sighed heavily and leaned back against the armrest of the small sofa, pulling you back with him and nuzzling your hair with his nose, “Just because we haven’t had any drama doesn’t mean that something is wrong.”

“It’s too quiet here!”

“People are on missions, aren’t they?”

“We aren’t!”

“We were visiting your family.”

“Pft. Still. Even Steve! Steve hasn’t tried to hit on me once. Hasn’t called me doll at all. In fact, I haven’t even seen him!”

He raised an eyebrow as he leaned forward and prompted you to turn your head to face him, “Do you miss Steve hitting on you and trying to steal you away from me, Y/N?”

“What? No, it’s just shady as fuck. Don’t be a dumb, jealous boy, even though it can be hot sometimes.”

He huffed, “Maybe he finally got a hint and moved on. We’re married, you know.”

“Wait, we’re married?” You blinked innocently. 

Pouting, Shangqi’s hands dove for your sides. He tickled you mercilessly while you screamed and thrashed on top of him, your body wiggling and jumping around as you tried to get off of him and away from him. Failing miserably, Shangqi pulled you back onto his lap and bear hugged you.

“Enjoy the peace while it lasts, baby,” he told you as he kissed the back of your neck. “Or enjoy me instead, right on the sofa. Or the bed. Or the floor? Either works.”

Before you could respond, Wednesday interrupted, “Baby Boss, Big Boss is calling.”

Shangqi snorted, “Baby boss!?”

“Shut up.”

“I’ve never heard that! When did this happen?”

“He hacked into her,” you whined. “Put him through, Wednesday.”

After a few seconds, you could hear your father, well…your clone father? Multiverse father? Something like that. Either way, you were so desperate to have your dad back, and Tony was so desperate to have his family back, you both fell into your roles fairly quickly, especially given the near-perfect parallel you both lived.

“Spawn,” Tony began. “Am I interrupting naked time?”

“…If I say yes, will that traumatize you?”

“Nope, I’d just making ‘riding the dragon’ jokes. Anyway, are you guys still in New York?”

“Depends,” you glanced to your husband who shrugged. “Why?”

“There might be a charity gala down at the Met tonight,” Tony began.

“Again? The fuck, it seems like they always have one.”

“I know, right? So annoying to go to them constantly, that’s why I RSVP’d you and Mushu to go in place of Pepper,” Tony said quickly.

“You did what!?” 

“Hey, I’m not Mushu! I rode a dragon, I’m not one,” Shangqi argued.

“Not the hill you want to die on, honey,” you said quietly as you patted the top of his head. You cleared your throat and let your head roll back over your shoulders as you stared at the ceiling, “Why?”

“Well, Pepper’s been avoiding them, with good, mourning reasons —“

“Me too!”

“Actually, she told me you’ve been avoiding them because you called a group of old white men a racist and Smaug beat up a bunch of attempted robbers who tried to hit the place.”

You chewed on your bottom lip, “…See why I can’t go?”

“Thank you so much for being a dazzling, darling daughter and going to make sure Stark Industries stands strong with that girl boss attitude of yours. I know you guys don’t have anything ready. Luckily for you, Pepper’s got only the best designer contacts who pulled a couple of pieces together and are waiting at The Plaza for you.”

“Why are you like this?”

“I missed you too, spawn,” Tony cackled. “Have fun with Toothless over there.”

The call ended and Shangqi was sitting next to you looking moderately traumatized, “Why does your dad know so many dragons off the top of his head?”

“Don’t ask questions you’re not ready to hear the answer to,” you sighed and patted the top of his head. “Let’s get going. If we get through this without an incident, I’ll do that thing you really like.”

Shangqi’s eyes suddenly widened comically. He shoved you off of him and spun you around, ignoring your giggles of laughter as he gripped your shoulders and held you in place, “With the suit on?”

You laughed, “Yes, with the suit on.”

He groaned. Shangqi leapt forward, his lips crushing yours as he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you deeply. He jumped off of you with a loud pop of his lips and ran around the room shouting that it was time to go while he grabbed both of your bags and belongings. He damn near picked you up himself and was rushing out the door with you to get a move on, get through the night, and get to the promised fun that awaited him.

With your feet finally on the ground as you two went to your car, you paused mid-step. You set your foot down and turned around, staring at the building curiously as you started to use your powers.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Shangqi asked you after loading the bags in the trunk. “Forget something?”

“No, no,” you muttered. “I thought I felt something.”

“Like what?”

“Just another vibration. I don’t know. It was strong —“

“Well, Bruce is in the lab, he might be experimenting on something,” Shangqi reasoned. “He did say he was busy this weekend.”

“True,” you trailed off and shook your head. “Doesn’t feel like Bruce though.”

“You know how everyone feels?”

“Well, yeah.”

“That is so creepy,” he muttered under his breath. “Come on you little seismometer we’ve got a ball to go to.”

Ignoring the nagging feeling in your gut that something was wrong, you chalked it up to, maybe, you were, in fact, being overly paranoid. You climbed into the car and glanced at the compound one last time, almost like you were reassuring yourself that nothing was wrong. You shook your head, turned your attention to your husband, and grinned as he grabbed your hand and drove down to the city.

~*~

This wasn’t fair. This was punishment.

You and Shangqi had run off to different rooms to quickly get ready. Hair, makeup, clothing. Just deciding on what to wear from what they had available was stressful for you, but you landed on something you really, really liked after starting to become stressed and hopeless about it. After hair, makeup, and changing was done, you went to meet Shangqi who was out in the hall and ready to go.

Except that the second you opened the door, your eyes widened, and as you tried to walk out, you slammed your shoulder right into the doorframe and howled in pain. Ever the doting husband, he laughed at you before cooing and grabbing you to rub your shoulder soothingly.

“What was that?” He laughed, then it clicked. “Oh, this is like that time with the glasses in Madripoor, right?”

“No. Shut up,” you muttered as you stared at him.

It was, it absolutely was. Shangqi looked like something straight out of a magazine called ‘Sin.’ The red suit, the gold accents, the cute black bowtie and that confident, cute, dorky smile as he held your hand and stepped back to get a good look at you.

“You look incredible, babe.” He said as he admired you. “No one will be able to keep their eyes off of you. You look so —“

“If I’m wearing my suit tonight,” you began quietly as you looked him over from head to toe without a single ounce of shame. “Then you’re wearing that. And it stays on.”

He laughed, cheeks gathering a slight rose shade as he stared at you, “Really?”

“The shirt can go,” you told him as your hand ran up his bicep and down his chest, “but everything else stays. What is this strap? You know what, I don’t care. Do things with it —“

“Oh my god, Y/N,” he laughed as he started to tug you towards the elevator, “Stop, or we will never make it there.”

“I honestly wouldn’t mind ditching,” you confessed. “I will slam that emergency break in the elevator right now. Should I? Let me —“

“No, no, we should go.”

You blinked in surprise as you lowered your hand from the panel and leaned back against the elevator wall. Shangqi shook his head, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he stared at the ground.

“You are acting like an adult. I’m surprised,” you remarked.

“Just trying to get on your dad’s good side, is all,” he admitted. “I thought winning over Clint and Pepper would be the end of it, but, uh, well, he surprised me.”

You cooed. You leaned over to rest your head on his shoulder as you rubbed his chest sweetly, “My sweet man. Don’t worry, he likes you.”

“Sure doesn’t feel that way. I don’t think he knows my name.”

“He’s adjusting to realizing you’re not an evil villain obsessed with me here, but I know he likes you. We’d have known if he didn’t.”

“Really?”

“Oh, yes. He would’ve run you out of here already. He’s very persistent.”

“I….wow, how charming.”

Arriving at the MET, the two of you were, naturally, the talk of the town. Y/N Stark and her Avenger boyfriend, which was a step up from his previous nicknames: Bus Boy, Y/N Stark’s Boyfriend, Y/N’s Husband. Maybe one day they’d actually bother to learn his name.

This time, the event went smoothly, but not for a lack of Shangqi trying. When he realized just how smitten you were with this red suit of his, he just couldn’t let it go. Every so often his hand would brush a little too low on your backside. He’d lean in and whisper in your ear, steal a quick peck on your neck when no one was looking, He was a menace, openly flirting with you, handing you drinks, a hand always on you somewhere no matter what.

Plus, he was doing much, much better this time around than the first time he went to one of these things with you. He was far more relaxed and sure of himself now than he was in the past. After all, now he was here as the dutiful husband, admiring his intelligent, charming wife as she conversed, dazzled, charmed her way around the room. Although, after most every conversation you usually leaned over to your husband with a horrible, snarky remark that would make your father proud and Pepper sigh heavily.

You excused yourself at one point to the restroom, warning Shangqi not to follow you and be a menace. He laughed, but shot you a wink which had you wondering if you were going to partake in yet another museum quickie.

After doing your business, you touched up your makeup in the mirror and checked your phone. Just as you were about to pocket it in your clutch, it began to ring. Frowning when you saw the name, you quickly answered and brought it to your ear.

“Someone better be fucking dying, Rogers,” you snapped.

You could hear him chuckle on the other end, “Charming as ever, doll.”

“Why are you calling?”

“I just wanted to know,” Steve began, clearing his throat. He sounded like he was…nervous? Afraid? You couldn’t tell, “I just wanted to know, when was the last time you called me Stevie?”

“Stevie?” You howled with laughter. “I have never called you that. Who the fuck do you think you are, Stevie Nicks? Please, you could never.”

You could hear him exhale on the other line, “I figured.”

You rolled your eyes, “Okay, enough of the melancholy. I’m at an event and you’re taking up precious time, here. Did you need something?”

“Yeah,” Steve scratched the top of his head and looked around the room he was in quickly. It pained him to do this. He didn’t want to. He wanted to be selfish all over again and keep this to himself, have the happy life he really, truly wanted. But the last time he tried that, he destroyed you, and the two of you were never able to come back from it together. He had to do this.

 “We have a problem, Y/N.” Steve said quickly, “I need your help, please.”

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Hold Still | Shangqi

Pairing: Shang-Chi x Female Reader

Summary: After some confusion, you set it aside and focus on Shaun’s injuries, as some like to put it, the calm before the storm.

Word Count: 1k words (4 mins reading time avg.)

Warnings: contains spoilers (although I’d think a lot of people have watched the movie by now), swearing, a little angst.

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Katy slammed the door behind her as you both followed Shaun into his apartment complex room thing, he took out four guys with barely any scuffs, one being a giant with half an arm and the other half of the arm being a massive machete so safe to say, you were both a little confused. Okay, maybe a lot more than just a little. Whilst Katy was losing her mind over what on Earth was actually happening, Shaun began packing his stuff to which you questioned. "Uh, what are you doing? Where are you going?"

"Macau." He replied almost instantly, you still hadn't processed what you were witnessing whilst Katy had already taken the chance in repeating what Shaun just said, almost in a 'what the fuck are you saying?' way. “Those guys are going after my sister next and I have to get to her first.” You and Katy both spoke in unison, “you have a sister?” Shaun looked to you then to Katy and then back to you, “look, I know this is confusing. I’ll explain it to both of you when I get back I promise.”

After Shaun opened his bag on the bed and started filing it up with random clothes, Katy took it as an opportunity to yank it away from him. “This is bullshit!”, you looked between them as she looked back, pointing between herself and you. “We’ve been by your side for half your life. I get there’s things you never wanted to talk about and we didn’t want to push but A GUY WITH A FREAKING MACHETE FOR AN ARM JUST CHOPPED OUR BUS IN HALF, SHAUN!”

You sighed as Katy questioned again, similarly to how she did on the bus during the fight. “Who the hell are you?!” It was Shaun’s turn to sigh this time as he tiredly walked over to his nightstand, picking up what looked like a postcard. He walked back over to where you and Katy were both standing, handing the piece of paper to your best friend. Katy looked to you, motioning for you to take a look with her. “My sister sent me this a few months ago. I think it’s the address of where she’s staying.”

Katy flipped over the postcard and you both scanned over the letters that were written, some were in Chinese characters but at the bottom, it stated the same place Shaun mentioned less than a minute ago. As Katy reread the postcard over and over again, you met Shaun’s eyes and the drained look in them made you want to take all his troubles away but since you didn’t know what exactly those troubles were, it was hard for you to do the said thing.

“Those guys back there were sent by my dad.” You mumbled a quiet but coherent enough ‘what?’ as Shaun looked to the floor, an expression of anger building up on his face. “If they hurt her..” You picked up on the cold look in his pupils but it washed away moments after, he looked up at you then to Katy. “I’m sorry but I have to go.” You met Katy’s eyes as she nodded her head and looked back at Shaun. “Fine, you can explain on the plane.” You and the man in front of you both looked at her with your eyebrows furrowed, “No Katy, you can’t just-”

“You can explain on the plane, Shaun!” Just like that, she shut the door behind her leaving no room for argument as Shaun looked to you, but you shrugged your shoulders.

“Don’t look at me, she did it.” He scoffed and plopped on to his bed in defeat, planting his face in his hands. It was only then when you noticed his bruised and bleeding knuckles, your eyes widened at the sight and you subconsciously reached for them, wanting to take a closer look. You turned them over and winced at how they were all cut-up. You grabbed the first aid kit that was shoved underneath his bed, something you made him do the very first day he moved in, all those years ago. Shaun didn’t stop you taking his hands into your own but watched as you glanced over them intently, the concern on your face was touching and sweet, especially since you rarely ever showed you cared.

You felt his gaze on you and you looked up to see on whether or not your instincts were right, and they were. He was staring, almost admirably? But you were never sure around men. Particularly taking into consideration the lack of experience you also had with them.

“What?” You mumbled, staring back at him with the tiniest smile on your lips but Shaun cleared his throat and looked down at where you were holding his hands in yours. The soft grip you had on him broke down any exterior he could ever build around you, rather turning him into a blubbering pink mess.

“Nothing.” He replied concisely, shaking his head along with it. After a few moments of sitting in silence as you were treating his injuries, you broke the silence. “I’m sorry.” You blurted out as Shaun looked back up to you with confusion settling on his face and in his eyes. “For what?” He questioned softly.

“Whatever it is you’re going through. It can’t be easy having to worry about your sister’s safety and your own when it wasn’t a threat an hour ago.” He nodded his head and gulped, but a humourless chuckle escaped his lips. “Trust me, most of this is my fault.” Your eyebrows furrowed and you looked back at him, “maybe. But that doesn’t mean you have to endure the consequences of something out of your control.”

He smiled, not letting it show just how much it meant to him but it had been a very long time since he heard words similar to the ones that had just left your lips. “Thanks, Y/N.” After you wrapped the bandage across the hand that got it worse, you didn’t remove your hand from his and neither did Shaun remove his from yours. “You do know I’m coming with you to Macau too right?” You both chuckled, as your head dropped on to Shaun’s shoulder, he intertwined his fingers with yours and nodded his head. “I think I’d be more surprised if you didn’t come along.”

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Good Boy

Shang Chi x Reader

18+ Minors DNI

TW: bondage, gagging, both of em are switches, edging, I believe gender neutral reader but correct me if wrong. tell me if I miss something please.

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Shang Chi's whimpers rung out throughout the room. Even with the little rolled up sock in his mouth his cries and pleads could be heard. Tears weeling up in his eyes as he looks at you grinding down on him. Every so often licking a strip from his pecs up to his the bottom of his ear, whispering about how good he looks and how he is being such a good boy

Thats all he wants to be for you, a good boy. He always wishes to please you both in and out of the bedroom. Catering to your every desire. Sometimes you wonder how you could ever get such an amazing man like him. So strong, so brave, so obedient.

Shang Chi looked up at you, eyes begging for permission to touch, grope, thrust, anything besides lay there and be used like a toy. You started down at him all tied up and panting, both knowing he could get out if he wanted but refusing to as he wishes to get his reward. He would never make a move without your permission. Even if you left him here to fend for himself hed still sit there and take it with no complaint. You laughed at how pathetic and fucked out he looked, you almost felt bad. Almost.

You continued to bounce yourself on him, edging him everytime he gets remotely close to coming undone waiting for him to break. Finally you reach your high and ride yourself through it. You untie him and take the sock out of his mouth, placing a long kiss on his lips to convey your love and admiration for him. You both know its a kiss of reassurance that you didn't go too far and loves it.

"You did so good for me baby, I think its time for you to have some fun of your own" you said, eyes raking over his sweat covered body, hands slowly treking down his body and tracing every little curve of his stomach.

Those words were all the permission he needed as he removed your hands and flipped you around on all fours. Taking the rope that once previously binded him, He tied your legs to the end of the bed and then tied your arms together behind your back so you couldn't move.

Aligning himself with your awaiting hole he leaned down to your ear, his hot breath fanning the side of your face.

"As much as I love being used by you, I think I like using you more my love" he growled in your ear, and at that very moment he surged in and wasted no time to get to a maddening pace leaving you breathless and almost sorry for teasing him earlier.

While he loved to obey you sometimes he just loved to being the one making the rules and watching as you broke down with each one

Hi! I hope you liked this! The second I saw Shang Chi on the big screen I fell in love and I'm honestly about to go see it again it was so good. If you had any feedback let me know! I'm open to requests if you really want but I'm not an actual like writer writer so you have been warned. Have a great day if you read this and drop a like or comment if you want!

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It's My Party

Pairing: Xu Shangqi x f!reader

Genre: smut (lemon) & a little fluff

*18+ only; please do not consume if you are younger than 18 years old*

Summary: You escaped the craziness of your birthday party, but you couldn’t escape your irresistible boyfriend, Shangqi.

Word Count: 1.8k

Beta Read: N/A

*all errors and mistakes are mine*

Notes: I am dedicating this fic to the birthday hottie @tmholland bc I love you and our unhinged down bad vibes 🤣 I really wanted to tell you all about this fic but at the same time I wanted it to be a surprise for you so I hope you enjoy your birthday gift/new bedtime story hehe🥰🥰 I followed the 7th prompt of @agirlnamedjana’s Birthday AUs

*All warnings will be clearly stated under the cut. Please note that you are responsible for your own media consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you or make you uncomfortable, please do not read!*

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Warnings: mentions of anxiety, alcohol consumption, reader is slightly buzzed, teasing, making out, pet name (little gem), praise kink, tit play, dirty talk, spitting kink, face fucking, f masturbation, cumshot

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It was your birthday, and while all your friends and family were socializing around the house, you found yourself alone on your balcony. You sipped the remainder of your wine, hoping the alcohol would drown out the voices of everyone asking about work, school, and your dating life. Speaking of the latter, you were more than grateful your boyfriend, Shangqi, was an Avenger. Right when you felt your anxiety peak from the never-ending interrogation, a few of his Avenger friends arrived with boxes of alcohol. As your family and friends began to crowd around the group of Earth’s mightiest heroes, you snatched the bottle of wine from the counter, along with the tortilla chips and guacamole, and disappeared into your room.

Even though it was a chilly night, you figured sitting on your balcony would be a lot nicer than being inside your room and still hearing the commotion downstairs. In that moment, it was just you, your bottle of wine, and your chips and dip. Until it wasn’t.

“I knew I’d find you here,” a voice chirped, causing you to whip your head around to find Shangqi joining you on the balcony. He casually grabbed a chip and scooped a heaping pile of guacamole before shoving it all into his mouth.

“Very classy, babe,” you joked. Shangqi giggled before swallowing the remnants in his mouth. The way he licked the salt off his fingertips and how his Adam’s apple bobbed sent your mind down the gutter, thanks to the wine in your system.

“You okay?” He began, scooting closer to you so he could wrap his strong arm around you. “I know you’re enjoying your peace and quiet, but I still gotta make sure my birthday girl is still having a good birthday.” You smiled and leaned your head on his shoulder.

“I’m better now.” You paused. “Honestly, if the Avengers didn’t come at the right time, I probably would’ve started crying in front of everyone.” Shangqi rubbed your back and shoulder, and kissed the top of your head.

“I’m sorry, little gem. Note to self, don’t let Katy plan any parties.”

You laughed. “Oh, don’t say that. Katy did her best. I probably should’ve mentioned not inviting my entire contact list, but it’s the thought that counts, right?” Shangqi hummed at your comment.

While you both basked in the silence, you studied his face under the night sky, noticing the set of small beauty marks on the side. Even after dating Shangqi for a few months, it was the first time you noticed that about him. It amazed you how beautiful and kind this man was and how in love you were with him. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but all you could think about was ditching the party and keeping him to yourself for the rest of the night. You didn’t realize you were staring until you heard him call out your pet name.

“What are you thinking about, my precious gem?”

“I never noticed the little beauty marks by your eyes and cheek. You’re cute with them.” Shangqi smiled, his eyes crinkling and dimples forming. He softly pecked your temple and you leaned into his kiss.

“If you don’t stop being so damn adorable, I’m gonna lock you up here so no one can take you from me.”

“Well, I wouldn’t mind that at all.” You wiggled your eyebrows at him.

“Oh, no, I can’t do that to you. Besides, I should go back downstairs. I promised Wong I would take a shot with him after I checked up on you.”

You shook your head and clasped your hand around Shangqi’s thigh before he could try and get up. All of a sudden, the alcoholic buzz hit you like a bus as warmth traveled from your face to your legs. The heat was more apparent in your cheeks and your groin as Shangqi’s cologne filled your nostrils. Your need for him grew as your hand roamed his meaty thigh. Shangqi’s sweet eyes met your darkened ones, the corner of his mouth smugly curving.

“I’m guessing you want me to stay?” You nodded, gaze shifting down to his lips. You leaned towards him and as you were inches from his face, he leaned away from you teasingly. Shangqi smirked, fully knowing how you get frustrated every time he delays your gratification. Your eyebrows furrowed and bottom lip pouted.

“I want you, Shangqi,” you whispered desperately. Your hand traveled up his shirt, feeling his abs through the thin material. He licked his lips, making them shine under the moonlight.

“How about we take this inside? Don’t want the neighbors to see me fucking the shit out of you, right, my little gem?” You bit your lip before racing him inside your room.

Once you were both inside, Shangqi backed you against a wall to crash his lips onto yours. As your lips smashed hungrily against each other, you unbuttoned his white shirt and tossed it to the side. Without removing from the kiss, Shangqi’s hands snaked behind you to unzip your dress, letting it fall to the ground. He moaned faintly upon realizing you didn’t wear a bra under your dress.

“My beautiful gem! Always so gorgeous for me,” Shangqi mumbled against your neck. You gasped as he kissed down to the swells on your chest. His mouth wrapped around your hardened nipple while he massaged your other breast. You threw your head back against the wall, shutting your eyes as he gently sucked on the flesh. Shangqi’s free hand tilted your head down, causing your eyes to open.

“Look at me, gem.” The tip of his tongue flicked against your spit coated bud. You shuddered as a chill went up your spine from his teasing. “I want you to watch me pleasure you.” Shangqi gave your other breast the same treatment with his mouth and tongue. His lips moved down your stomach, making sure your eyes never left his.

Shangqi reached the bottom of your stomach before hooking a single finger under the band of your panties. He pulled the fabric back slightly before connecting it to his teeth. Shangqi slowly yanked them off with his teeth, your arousal sticking to the cotton even as it slid down your legs. You let out a faltered sigh once your wet pussy was displayed right in front of his face.

“Please, baby!” was all you could muster up in the moment, feeling the heat from his eager lips fan over your core. It took all of his willpower to not pounce on you and devour you like a madman. He wanted to save your sweet cunt for after everyone has long gone and it was just the two of you.

“Not right now, gem. I want you on your knees for me.” You were about to question him but he stopped you. “I wanna fuck that pretty face so good, you can’t wait for the party to be over so I can have my way with you.”

You immediately dropped to your knees while Shangqi stood up to undo his pants and push them down to his ankles. He then pulled his boxers down, his hard cock springing out in the process. You moaned as he pumped himself in front of your face. He tucked your hair behind your ear before gripping your jaw.

“Open your mouth.” Shangqi’s command made your pussy throb as you complied. Looking up into his brown eyes, you stuck your tongue out as far as you could. He grinned wickedly before spitting into your mouth, the flat of your tongue collecting his saliva. He slapped his cock against the pink muscle a few times and then abruptly thrusted into your mouth.

Shangqi wasted no time in pushing himself further until his tip poked against your uvula. An animalistic growl ruptured from his throat as you gagged around his length. This caused him to tangle his fingers in your hair as he rutted in and out your mouth.

“Oh fuck, girl,” Shangqi grunted, knitting his eyebrows together. “Such a good girl taking all that cock in your mouth. Is this what you wanted, my sweet gem? To hide away from everyone just for me to find you and shove my dick down your throat?” The dirty talk made you whimper around his girth, triggering him to chuckle darkly. “I know, my little gem. I know it feels so good inside you like this.”

As Shangqi continued fucking your face, you reached down to play with your pulsing clit. Your moans vibrated against his cock as your fingers gently circled against the bundle of nerves. This motivated him to pummel harder into your mouth and you to gargle more around him. With the speed and aggression he was going at, your mouth would be sore the rest of the night.

“Mmm yeah, keep touching yourself like that! You’re so hot when you play with your pussy, fuck! I bet you wanna cum really bad, huh, my gem?” Shangqi took your attempt at nodding your head as a yes. He, now, held the back of your head to push you further down until you reached the base. Tears fell from your eyes as you choked on his dick.

“I’m getting close too, gem. Wanna cum all over those pretty tits of yours. Don’t stop, baby. Doing so good for me. Make yourself cum on those fingers!” You continued rubbing your clit in a frenzy as Shangqi repeatedly bobbed your head up and down his cock. His primal instincts soon took over him as he started whimpering your name with other incoherent pleas.

“Gonna cum now, oh my god- oh my god-” He withdrew his cock from your used mouth and vigorously stroked himself above you. The pressure between your legs finally exploded, causing your eyes to roll back and mouth fly open. As broken cries erupted from your throat, streams of hot liquid spilled onto your chest while Shangqi groaned in pleasure. You both soaked in the afterglow and caught up to your breathing. A few moments later, he grabbed the box of tissues off your nightstand and started cleaning his cum off your body. The way he cleaned around your breasts and pussy got you hot and bothered again.

“Shangqi, can you fuck me, please?” You begged, running your finger along his bicep. Shangqi snickered, shaking his head. He handed you your dress and panties from the ground.

“You, birthday girl, have a party to get back to. We don’t want them to become suspicious now, do we?” Once he started dressing himself, you sighed in defeat, putting your own clothes back on. You both checked yourselves in the mirror right by the door, Shangqi’s gaze lingering a little longer on your curves. “Let’s go back out, drink a little, have some cake, and then, you and I can have the real dessert after everyone leaves. How does that sound?” He winked at you before bringing your small hand to his lips. You bit your lip, following him out of your room.

Good thing Shangqi was a man of his word because after the party was over, he gave the dessert you were craving.

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REDEMPTION (Xu Shangqi x reader) Mini Series

REDEMPTION (Xu Shangqi x reader)

Y/N sets out on a personal mission, fueled by her need for justice not only for herself, but countless other people. However, when she comes to the conclusion that she can't take this mission by herself, what happens when she asks an old friend of hers?

1/?: Prologue

Warnings: a little bit of violence, that's it!

Word Count: 3.3k

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Beta: @cloverrover

A/N: I thought that since Shang-Chi is being released on Disney+ tomorrow, I could start this little series/journey! I’m very excited to write this series out, and I’m even more excited to see you all’s reactions! 

Any and all feedback is welcome! Actually, PLEASE send feedback! Nothing makes me happier than reading comments y’all leave!

Hope you enjoy!

The chatter of the well-dressed crown was merely background noise to your own thoughts. The sparkly dresses and expensive accessories were a part of a culture that you would have normally stayed far away from… but being here and inserting yourself into said culture was one of the first steps to this mission you had found yourself on.

Every single person received a scrutinizing gaze from your eye, but none of them were worth your time at the moment. This mission hadn’t “started” yet; or rather, it hadn’t become challenging yet. It was easy enough sneaking into the theatre and blending in with the other theatre-goers; the real challenge had only just walked in.

You let your eyes glide smoothly over the man you were here to see, raising the flute of champagne to your lips and turning your face in the opposite direction. If he saw your face before you could get the information you needed, the entire mission would go south immediately. The gazes of those around you simply passed over you, a trick you had learned early on in life.

The next destination was already in mind, and it had you strolling leisurely in its direction. The first step was completed: locating the target. The next step would admittedly be a little more difficult, but not impossible.

On the short walk through the theatre’s double doors, you quickly placed the now empty flute of champagne on a nearby table while keeping the target’s moving figure in your peripheral.

The theatre’s winding walkway was dim enough for you to simply press yourself against the wall. As long as you were out of the way of the audience members, you were practically invisible.

Not long after you took your spot in the shadows did the rest of the audience members start flooding in, their excited voices speaking on topics ranging from fundraisers to politics to the opera that they were there to see. While it was mildly entertaining to listen to the oh-so-interesting lives of the rich and privileged, there was only one person in the entire theatre you actually cared about, and it wasn’t in the traditional sense of “care”. More like he would help further you on this personal mission of yours, whether he wanted to or not, and that was why you “cared” about him.

The man walked through the double doors, following the crowd only to veer off in another direction, no doubt on his way to the boxes above the stage reserved for the “special guests”.

You took one step in the direction he went in only to pause. With furrowed eyebrows, you watched as a man roughly 2 times your size stepped through the double doors after the man, eyes scanning the surroundings along with the people who occupied the area. Everything was fine; you had planned for this. But just because you had planned for this did not mean that it made your job easier.

Mere moments later, the lights in the theatre were dimming even more as a voice welcomed the audience. Next came the sounds of the orchestra tuning their instruments as the audience quieted down, and then came the opening notes of the opera.

You were grateful for the carpeted floors of the theatre as you cautiously, but quickly, stepped out of the spot that had been hiding your figure. Without a second thought, not even to rethink your plan B, you quickly walked towards the tall, built man. Under the guise of being solely invested in what was happening on stage, you attempted to step around him, right in the direction the target had walked.

To your expected dismay, your steps were halted when you bumped into a strong chest.

Turning your head resulted in you coming face to face with a man with a stern expression on his face. His eyes focused on your face as you took a step back, plastering a sheepish smile on your face and letting a hushed, breathy laugh escape your lips.

“I’m so sorry, it’s so dark in here-”

“Where’s your ticket?”

His hushed voice cut yours off, leaving no room for any excuse you had prepared to use. His upfront, cold tone made your eyebrows furrow in just the slightest. Maybe...just maybe, this would be harder than you thought.

“O-okay. It’s right here…”

Your hands brought your small clutch to the front of your body before opening it and rifling around in the mostly empty purse. It was simply an act that would play further into this ruse.

Your eyebrows furrowed in concern as you quickened your searching before looking back at the man apologetically.

“I’m so sorry, I seem to have misplaced it. I guess that’s why they encourage e-tickets, huh?” Your sorry attempt at a joke went about as well as you had expected it to in the tough company.

The guard raised an eyebrow at you before looming over you, his eyes boring right into yours.

“No ticket, no entry.”

Despite the hushed whisper of his voice, the roughness of it was apparent. That paired with the cold and unyielding look in his eye made you go to your next plan of action; one that you had really wanted to avoid.

“Fine. Then I’ll just go around and come in the other way.”

Your enunciated your words with a raised eyebrow before turning on your heel and walking out of the double doors that led back to the lobby. You had no intention of leaving until you had received what you had come for in the first place, but the guard didn’t know that...which is what you were counting on.

You heard the door close behind you, and in the second between the door closing and opening again, you managed to step behind the door, obscuring your body from anyone who walked out.

Doing exactly what you had expected him to do, the guard quickly walked out of the doors, his eyes searching quickly around the lobby for your figure. You stayed in your spot behind the door as it slowly closed, and the second it did, your muscles tensed as you sprang into action.

The guard had just turned upon hearing your shoes against the marble floor when you were rushing at him. Acting purely on instinct, your knee raised quickly, connecting with his abdomen. A wheezed breath flew out of his lips as he doubled over, and you took the chance to lock your hands around the back of his neck before throwing your weight backward, taking him with you as you fell to the floor. Instead of his weight landing on you, with a quick shift of your weight and a kick, the guard was sailing through the air above your body before landing with a thud not too far away from you.

It only took a few seconds for you to roll onto your knees and a few seconds more for you to watch and come to the conclusion that the guard was no longer a threat. It was evident in the way his groans echoed through the lobby as he took shaky, painful breaths,

A quick glance around the lobby showed that it was empty before you stood up, reaching down to grab ahold of his ankles. Your labored breaths joined his painful ones as you managed to drag his body behind one of the supporting pillars in the furthest corner near you. You leaned against the same pillar for a second after propping his body up against his, bracing your hands on your knees as you took deep breaths.

“Damn, am I out of shape.”

Your statement echoed lightly through the lobby as you took the time to gather yourself, and at the same time, your eyes followed the wall before you and landed on the blinking red light of a camera. You simply looked at it for a second before straightening yourself and starting the short walk back to the double doors you had just come out of.

The cameras weren’t exactly on your list of things to be concerned about; most likely because you had taken care of them before the elite had started to arrive. It included the simple task of taking one of the theatre’s already published security tapes and putting it on a loop. It was a relatively simple task; almost a little too simple for such a prestigious, well-known theatre. Maybe you’d send a letter advising them to invest in a better surveillance system… later, though. Right now, you still had a few tasks to complete.

The loud, carrying voices of the opera singers paired with the symphony seemed to spill through the doors as soon as you opened them.

The contrast between the bright lights of the lobby and the dimmed lights in the theatre made you pause just inside of the doors to let your eyes adjust, and then you were once again moving in the shadows.

This time, as you gradually made your way to the box hanging over the edge of the stage, there were no obstacles to stop you. It gave you time to think about what you would say to the man that had such a huge impact on your life; an impact that only benefited him and those he worked for and with.

As you grew closer, you could now easily see his distracted face turned towards the stage, giving you the element of surprise as you walked into his box. The curtain closed soundlessly behind you, and then you were facing the man who held a vital piece of information.

“Oh, so you finally decided to join me, Jonathan? I told you, you work too hard sometimes.”

His voice was quiet as he spoke without turning around, undoubtedly under the impression that it was his bodyguard who had just walked in. The sincerity in his voice as he supposedly invited his bodyguard to join him made your teeth clench. It made your blood boil, watching the man who had stripped away the last remaining pieces of yourself those years ago act as if he cared for someone other than himself.

“Jonathan had other matters to attend to. He sent me in his place.”

The man turned quickly upon hearing your voice, his eyes squinting in the low light of the box to make out your features. From where you stood, you could see the confusion on his face.

“Who are you? You’re not permitted to be in here.” He leaned slightly in his seat, his eyes searching the darkness behind you for any sign of his bodyguard. His eyebrows furrowed upon seeing none, and then he met your eyes once again.

It didn’t matter how older he looked; it didn’t matter how many years had changed his face, pulling taut in some areas while being loose in others. The look in his eyes as you stared into them was the same endless, emotionless void you could remember seeing standing over you all those years ago. Eyes that were masked enough to reassure you, but sharp enough to wound you when you trusted them. You had learned that the hard way, and you were still dealing with the fallout.

nil/

Voice low but steady, not a hint of hesitance in it, you asked your own question.

“What? You don’t recognize me? I feel like I should be a little offended, considering how much of your time you spent...experimenting on me.”

His eyes narrowed at your question as he slowly stood, grasping at the back of his chair to ground himself in the dim light. He followed you with his eyes as you continued walking around the chair, approaching his tensed figure.

It only took a quick passing of the stage’s lights over your face for his expression to shift. It was apparent, the way he tried to mask his features into an expression of indifference. But you couldn’t deny the pang of satisfaction that went through your body upon seeing the smallest hint of fear in his eyes. It even made the smallest of smiles lift the corner of your mouth.

“Oh...it’s you. Why are you here? What do you want?”

His questions stopped you in your tracks. His voice was slightly shaky but was it from the shock of your appearance, or was it because he already knew the answers to his own questions? You supposed it was a mixture of both.

“If I told you what I was here for, I’d have to kill you. So just do us both a favor, and just give me what I came for.”

As the word “kill” exited your mouth, a piece of his mask chipped away, revealing just how afraid he was. It made the smile on your face grow.

In a poor effort to put distance between you two, he fumbled with his chair, throwing it to the carpeted floor between you two.

As much as you were enjoying watching his scrambling, as sadistic as it may seem, your mind was quick to go back to the bodyguard you had left unconscious outside of the theatre hall. Everything had been going mostly according to plan and, quite frankly, you didn’t feel like dealing with any other obstacle after getting this close to the target.

“You-you can’t kill me. You won’t.”

He had barely gotten his final word out when you were lunging in his direction, hands outstretched. A strangled yell swallowed by the orchestra’s music flew out of his mouth as his back hit the railing of the box, his feet leaving the floor only seconds after.

His arms flew about, looking for anything to grab and anchor himself...only to be grabbed by your own hand.

In a single motion, you had pulled him over the railing only to let him go as soon as his feet were on the ground once more. You watched as he crumpled, quite pathetically, to the ground before turning away. At the sound of his heavy, shaky breathing, your eyes rolled.

“Is that it? You come here to terrorize me and then you leave? What do you want from me?”

His raised voice prompted you to pause in your spot at the curtain of the box. For a few seconds, the only sounds were his heavy breathing accompanied by the opera’s main character’s words of vengeance, spouted in song on the stage. It’s rather ironic, you thought to yourself.

You simply raised your hand, the ring in it glistening in the stage’s light as it passed by. You turned it around, making sure that he saw exactly who’s ring it was and what it meant; making sure he noticed the empty spot on his finger where it usually sat, and making sure he knew that this was only the beginning of what you had planned for him and his fellow scientists.

His quick intake of breath at realizing what it was didn’t go unnoticed, but you didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, you reached to pull the curtain back, getting ready to finally leave the man behind. Instead, you stopped as his desperate words reached your ears.

“You won’t get what you want. You may have the ring...but you’ll never track us down. We’re everywhere. We are everywhere, and you will regret-”

At some point during his villainous monologue, he had stood up, his eyes focused solely on the back of your head with as much malice as he could muster. His words were cut off after a swift kick to the chair that still lay between the two of you collided with his body, quickly sending him over the edge of the theatre’s box.

The sounds of people’s startled gasps coupled with the sound of the doctor yelling as he fell followed you as you stepped past the curtain of the box, deftly closing it behind you once more.

The emergency exit located not even 15 feet away was the only thing in your sights as you quickly slid the ring into your clutch before pushing the door open.

Your steps echoed in the empty stairwell, and the silence gave you time to think about what had just happened and what had yet to happen in your self-motivated mission.

Despite knowing that this mission would be far from easy, especially by yourself, you couldn’t find an ounce of regret in your entire being. Even knowing that there was a possibility that you wouldn’t survive; after all, the organization your mission was centered around was, in every term of the saying, “off of the grid”. If they didn’t want you to know about them and their work, you wouldn’t know. And if you did happen to know about them, it was next to nothing for them to just...eliminate you. You had seen it before.

What would they do to you, a person who was putting everything into making sure their deeds came to light? You could guess, but you wouldn’t be shocked if they still managed to surprise you with their harsh ways of handling things.

However, they wouldn’t get the chance- you wouldn’t let them.

As soon as you passed through the door that led outside, you could hear the entrance to the stairwell opening, followed by the sounds of multiple pairs of feet rushing down. Their panicked voices confirmed your suspicions that they were just audience members, so your quick stride stayed the same, effortlessly blending in with the crowd that had now made its way to the front of the theatre.

The only people rushing into the building were dressed in police uniforms, accompanied by the theatre’s own guards who were yelling what had happened into their ears.

You figured that it was time to leave when one of the officers walked out of the building, his arm supporting the guard you had...encountered earlier. Your desire to leave the area only increased at the sound of countless camera’s clicking accompanied by the yelling of the reporters stationed outside of the theatre.

Their attentions being focused solely on the crowd exiting the building, and the ambulance that was now hastily pulling up, allowed you to sneak behind them unnoticed,

It was only when you were a block away did you finally slow your steps in the slightest, your hand reaching into the clutch you carried and taking out the one thing this entire night had been focused on.

The thick, yet simply decorated, ring reflected the city’s lights off of it’s surface as you held it up. It was simple in the way that it was designed. A simple band with an emerald gemstone sitting in the middle of it, surrounded by writing. Writing in a language you had never laid eyes on before.

Getting the ring was easy enough, the next part was figuring out how to use it in order to gain the next piece of information you needed. It would be significantly harder; you doubted you had access to the kind of technology needed to translate the text.

One of the downsides of being alone on this mission was not having outside help. You had managed to make it this far with only minimal amounts of contact with those who didn’t exactly know your situation, but with this new piece of information, the next person you went to for help would be sure to ask a few prying questions.

As your “borrowed” car came into view, tucked away into a dark alley, you had to ask yourself a question. A question who’s answer would determine how the rest of this mission would go.

Wouldn’t you rather endure questions from someone you know- someone you trust- than from a complete stranger?

You already knew the answer to the question, though to be honest, it had just added another obstacle to your plans. There was really only one person you trusted enough to tell everything, or at least what they needed to know in order to help you. The obstacle itself was finding her, and the first step to doing that was in China, a place you hadn’t stepped foot in for years.

A heavy, already exhausted sigh left your mouth as you situated yourself inside of the car.

“Well...China it is.”

Once again, I hope you all liked this prologue! I do not plan on having an update schedule for this because I feel as if it would stress me out, which would in turn make it harder for me to write the way I would like to! So updates will sometimes be quick, sometimes they won’t be as quick as you’d like them to be, but all I ask if that you be patient with me! <3

This series will be tracked by the tag “redemption” on my page! :)

[neganwifey25-blog]

Oh….my….

Birthday Special (Smut)

Notes: Sorry yall, I’ve been really busy this week, I’m in the process of moving out of state. I am literally writing and posting this in the car ride to my new home. This weekend will be my time to catch up and post my work.

Characters: Shang Chi x Reader

word count: 1.1K

Subject: Mature audience only +18, daddy kink, unprotected sex, 69 position, blindfold, anal sex

***Sorry for any grammar or misspelling**

“Thanks for throwing this party babe” Shang Chi threw a collection of beer bottles in the garbage.

“The celebration isn’t over yet” You gave a sly smirk and stood in front of him.

“The main event is about to begin” you whisper in his ear.

“And what exactly is that?” Shang Chi knew exactly was about to go down, but he was curious how many ways you were going to try fuck him. You took his hand and led him into the bedroom where there was a chair in the corner of the room. You instruct him to sit down in the chair and you place a blind fold over his eyes.

“Uh this isn’t any fun” he turned his head blindly.

“Just use your senses,”. You strip off your clothes revealing the lingerie you wore under it. You straddle onto his lap and run your hands down the front of his muscular breast bones and six pack. His lips parted and looked kissable from the invisibility of his eyes. A bulge began to press against your silk panties. You guide his hands onto your waist and grin onto his erection.

He grunted and squeezed onto your ass pushing you more on to his hardness.

“You think a little teasing is going to stop me?” Shang Chi struggled in between words. You moan feeling his dry erection teasing your wetness.

“I think it will” you give him a slow grueling kiss. “Just let the birthday boy do what he wants with you,” he pleaded. His hands roamed up your torso until he felt the sensation of your plump breasts. His hand dragged back down until he felt his way down between your thighs. He rubbed his two fingers on your brim heat. Even though you couldn’t see his eyes, his voice persuaded his expression enough.

“please” he nuzzled his fingers to push the fabric to the side and rub your fresh untouched pussy. You close your eyes hoping your horny clit won’t get the best of you.

“fine” you got off his lap and he untied the blindfold.

“Now let me enjoy my present the right way” he wasted no time and ripped your lace bra off. He attacks your breasts by licking and squeezing his favorite assets. He kissed the croak of your neck and your jawline.

“I want to try new things with you”

“whatever you want, birthday boy” you submit.

“I want to try the 69 position with you” he nervously implied. You look at his face hoping it would be something more kinkier but that was nothing compared to other things. That position was something you always wanted to try and to have Shang Chi lick and tongue you from the back fucked your soul.

“Let’s do it” you eagerly climbed on top of the bed. Shang Chi stripped his clothes off and positioned himself on the bed while you climbed on top of him with your ass in his face. He roamed his hands all over ass and gave it a squeeze taking in view of your pussy in front of his face. You slowly wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock and gradually swallowed more of his member in your mouth. You twirled your tongue around his dick and he twitched his hips wanting more. You quicken your pace until you feel him press his warm wet tongue inside the opening of your pussy. You moaned from the new sensation and continued to suck his member.

He spread your ass cheeks wider to get better access to your pussy and teased your entrance stroking his tongue up and down deep between your pussy lips. You try to continue to pleasure him but the pleasure overwhelms you as you press your ass further onto his face.

“you want to ride daddy’s face instead?” you pleaded yes and balanced your hands on the outside of his legs. Shang Chi continued to tongue you from behind and penetrated your opening sending pleasurable feelings around your opening.

“ oh daddy” you breathe out rocking your hips against his mouth. He moaned hearing you call out his name and slapped your ass reminding you who was in charge. You shriek but felt more turned on from him owning you.

“aren’t y-you suppose to be the one getting all the pleasure?” you asked. Shang Chi patted your ass for you to climb off of him.

“Can we try anal?” he caress his hand over your ass again.

“as long as you go slow” you innocently look at him.

“I promise I will, tell me whenever you want to stop” he looked into your eyes to reassure you. You assume position on all fours and felt his hands grip your hips. You cuffed onto the bed sheets ready for embrace. He slip his member in and waited for you to tell him if you were ok. He lowered his face down to kiss your shoulder while he ride your tightness out. You begin to feel a tight pleasure that feels exotic and new.

“You can go faster,” you moaned. Shang Chi stroked into you but with faster and deliberate thrusting. You moan out his name and buried your face in the sheets. He quickened his pace once more and fucked you senseless, gripping you harder. He moaned hearing your cries and moans fill his ears.

“I can’t handle much more” you muffled into the sheet

“Cum for me baby” Shang Chi panted. He slipped his fingers around your clit and tickled it in circular motions making you go into overdrive. You reached your climax and felt warmth swept the lower part of your body. Shang Chi pulled out of your ass and spread his juices all over your behind. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wiped his cum off of you.

“What exactly were you planning to do with me as a birthday surprise? He wondered.

“I was going to give you a strip tease and fuck you senseless” you climbed over to get under the sheets.

“Why didn’t you just let me have my way with you?” You chuckled and prop your head on your pillow.

“Because you always get your way with me in bed” you smiled.

Tags: @alesaab

[ijenoyou]

Nice to see you again.

shangqi x reader.

summary; you didn’t think you would see him again, even after all these years he still had hope of finding you, safe and sound.

warnings; mentions of the gold daggers club, maybe spoilers lol, angst and fluff (pls tell me if i should add more!) also this is quite long lmao so bear with it

notes; soooo yeah i have like 3 things to write for shangqi lol anyways pls wait for those! also english isn’t my first language soooo there might some mistakes hehe sorry! also this is requested hehe

your eyes ran across the white board that was hanging on the wall, a marker on your hand while the other held a clipboard that had crazy amounts of money next to a fighters name.

you don’t really enjoy the fighting scene but xialing does so when she offered you this job after leaving her fathers regimen you decided to accept it. it was fun. watching people and creatures from all around the world and universe fight against each other for fun but what you like the most about this job is that it paid the bills so you can’t really complain about it.

you finish writing a competitors name when xialing enters the office the both of you share.

“are you fighting tonight?” you ask after seeing her wrap her knuckles.

“yup, you should watch it.” she says. “you’ll like this one” she adds with a smirk.

you sigh and a tiny smile spreads around your cheeks. “is it against wong? i kinda want to bet to that.” xialing takes her shoes off and puts them next to her desk, she claps her hands and smiles while shaking her head. she takes your left wrist, pulling you to the door. you huff and throw the clipboard and the marker on a tiny table next to the door.

why is she so demanding for you to watch this fight? you’ve seen her fight multiple times that at this point you know how to fight just by watching her— and also staying with wenwu for so many years had it’s perks, you didn’t need anyone to defend you, not anymore—

you try to follow her fast walking, almost tripping with your own feet.

“cheer for me.” she smiles.

“i always do!” you push her with your shoulder and xialing laughs.

her opponents name was announced and when you turned your head towards them you couldn’t believe your eyes.

it’s him, looking at his sister then back to you. your eyebrows frown and you break in cold sweat. before you could do anything jon jon gave the signal to start fighting.

you never liked seeing him fight, it didn’t matter if it was only training or a real fight but you never enjoyed it. it hurt seeing him full of purple spots covering all over his tan skin.

and it didn’t help that his own sister was kicking his ass.

when xialing gave him a really hard kick his eyes searched for someone under the ring, you followed his sight line and landed your eyes on a girl with neon green pants. she made a face of pain and started to cover her eyes with her hands and all because xialing wouldn’t stop giving him a hard time so you decided to leave. now you understood why she wanted you to see her fight.

your hand tried to wipe the tears that had accumulated on yours eyes after closing the door of the office you were previously in. you definitively can’t believe that after all these years he finally decided to show up and you hate the way your heart beats faster after seeing him.

“i thought you were over it.” xialing’s voice sounds behind you.

“says the one who couldn’t stop throwing punches at him.” you talk back.

she sighs at your answer. “sorry, i should’ve told you he was here.” she pats your shoulder as she passes by you and you groan. xialing sits on top of her desk and plays with her fingers. “and i think i should tell you that he’s coming here right now.”

you shake your head. “what?”

the door opens showing members of the golden daggers carrying shangqi’s body. they leave him on the couch that’s on the middle of the room, after them the girl with the neon green pants comes in with a huge stack of money on her hands.

she looks at you and the gasps. “you’re the girl from the picture!” she points at you, making xialing turn her head.

“w-what picture?” you ask trying not to sound too nervous.

she opens her waist bag and pulls out a polaroid then places the stack of money inside the bag. she extends her hand and motions for you to take the polaroid.

you turn it around and the sides of your lips quirk up into a tiny smile. it’s a photo of you and him, he was 16 and you were 14, it was a week before he left. and what made that photo so special was that he was holding your hand behind his back so no one would notice it.

it was also taken on the day you and him shared feelings for the each other.

“why were you carrying that?” shangqi groans from his place at the couch.

“sorry.” she mumbles. “i could tell you didn’t want to leave it back at san francisco so i took it when you weren’t looking.”

you sit next to xialing, eyes still looking at the picture. you were so absorbed in your own world that you didn’t notice the siblings arguing.

your eyes immediately traveled to ring that has been in your finger for so many years that you don’t even remember the last time you took it out.

“he wants our pendants and the ring, he already has mine.” that’s the only thing you get to hear from the argument.

“why?” you ask without looking up, still staring at the picture. he stops talking and takes a good look at you.

shangqi huffs as his hands go over his head, scratching his scalp in frustration. “i-i don’t know, but one thing is sure, he’s coming for the both of you.”

when your best friend was just about to speak the alarms went off. xialing takes your free hand and pulls you towards a secret exit. jon jon joins before the door closes. “wait!” you shout, realizing that shangqi and his friends were being left behind. he turns after hearing your voice and only manages to see your worried face.

the secret exit which turned out to be an elevator starts going down. “we have to go back!” you say while reaching for the button to stop the elevator but xialing slaps your hand away.

“he deserves it! he left us at our own luck and never took time out of his day just to see if we were still alive!” she screams back at you.

your stare right at her eyes and she does the same with yours. “please.” you beg. “it’s you’re brother and he’s—“

“the guy you love?” she mocks. “fine! but i’m doing it just for you.” xialing nods towards jon jon, he then stops the elevator.

the elevator goes up instead and after just a few seconds it’s doors open, you and xialing step out while jon jon stays there. she runs to a broken window and jumps out.

jus when you were going to do the same, one of the members of the ten rings passes by the window and sees you. “shit.” you mumble.

you always hated being chased by them, they would never stop and that made you hate them with your whole being. it didn’t help that the golden daggers facility had the hallways placed like a maze.

turning to the left you could clearly see shangqi and the death dealer fighting. you ran towards them as fast as you could and pushed the death dealer with your whole body off of shangqi making you both roll on your backs and ending on the same pose spiderman often used.

more of wenwu’s men arrive and one of them takes your hand and tries to pull the ring off your finger. you try to pull your hand back but another member punches your side making you let go. the punch took must of the air out of your lungs.

“i’m surprised y/n.” wenwu’s voice fills the room. “still holding onto that ring uh?”

[***]

your mind didn’t have any thought other than wenwu must be out of his mind. there’s no way shangqi and xialing’s mother is alive.

“penny for you thoughts?” shangqi says next to you.

“do you believe him?” you ask while running your finger in circles on the spot the ring his mother gave you used to be. he doesn’t say anything back. “what are we going to do? i don’t think it’s safe to go.”

a few moments of silence pass by until you see him pulling out your ring out of his pocket.

“xialing thinks it might be true but me? you know there’s no way my mother is alive.” he extends the ring to you. he places the ring on your palm. “i always thought you didn’t keep it.”

you shrug and a breathy laugh leaves your mouth. “i loved your mother too, she took me in when no one else wanted, i would never throw it away.”

after hearing your words he nods, shangqi sees your put the ring back in place and holds his gaze on the purple crystal that got you into this mess. and he realizes that you haven’t said anything about him leaving, and it makes him wonder, would’ve been better if he came back for xialing and for you?

“i’m sorry.”

you scoff. “you’re sorry? just sorry? you never came back! i waited for you so many years but you know what was the worst part? your father took me as your replacement!”

he felt like his insides were burning, he didn’t know his own father did the same to you.

“i just wanted the death dealer to kill me after every mission, he never gave me a free day. your father used me to kill others and if i refused well, it wasn’t pretty so no, i can't forgive you and for so many years I wanted to search for you after i left but now i can't even look at you.” after your final words there's complete silence.

shangqi takes your wrist just like his sister did earlier on and forces you to sit next to him on his childhood bed. he bring you closer to his chest and puts his free hand on the back of your head making you press against his body.

“i want to forgive you because i-i still love you.” you whispered, afraid that his father would hear.

shangqi applied more pressure to your body, melting in each other’s arms. he places his forehead against yours looking directly to your eyes.

“i still love you too.”

[undiscovered-horizon]

REQUEST: Can you make a shang chi imagine for being Shaun's friend and telling him you have all the powers of Sun Wukong because you have his magic staff

Imagine being Shang-Chi's friend who keeps a small secret from him: you have the powers of Sun Wukong.

Being distracted during a fight was the last thing on Shang-Chi's mind: literally and figuratively. The unexpected situation, however, required him to.

Truthfully, anyone would have been distracted by a tall, muscular man flying across the room at an unnatural speed. The man crashed against the wall and landed on pieces of broken glass. Shang-Chi's confusion forced him to look away from his opponent and focus on an unknown figure in the background. From what he could see, the one responsible for such brute strength was a severely average, thin woman. To make the entire ordeal even funnier, he recognized the said silhouette.

"(Y/N)?" he asked in shock.

You simply grinned seeing his bewilderment.

"You're not the only one allowed to have secrets, Shang-Chi." He never told you his real name.

"There's too many of them!" Xialing's comment brought you two back to the current moment. She wasn't wrong: Wenwu's men seemed to flow into the room at a constant speed. The odds were everything but in your favor. From what you could see, you were outnumbered by 1:10 - less than a welcoming ratio. But it wasn't anything you couldn't deal with.

You tightened your grip on the antique, decorated staff you held. Turning it quickly in your hands, a swift and strong breeze started to gather around the room, stronger with each circular motion you did. The said controlled tornado swept the Ten Rings men off their feet and threw them out of the broken window. You were free, for now. It wasn't all troops Wenwu sent after you, it wasn't going to be a long time before another swarm traps you.

"We don't have much time," you said firmly, helping Katy to her feet. She stared at you the same way someone stares at a terrifying stranger.

"What the hell was that," Shaun wasn't going to let it go. Not that you expected anything else.

"Long version or short version?" you asked but did not plan on letting him answer. "The staff of Sun Wukong has been in my family for ages. Now I'm the Monkey King, as my father was before me."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Okay, Shaun, I don't think you're the one to talk," Katy cut him off.

"Look, guys, I'm sorry, really. We're friends and I betrayed your trust but I never thought it was something I would have to tell you. I didn't expect I would be given the artifact so soon too."

You could hear the echoing of quick steps coming from the hall. There was only one way through this situation: out. And quite literally at that.

"Hold on to me, it's going to be a long jump."

It was one of those moments Shaun and Katy could give each other a quick look and immediately know they were thinking the same thing: You were always the "cool" friend and somehow managed to become even better.

Author's note: This is pretty short as I didn't want it to be a cliche/awkward Hollywood reveal. I was ecstatic to incorporate actual Chinese folklore into a fic. Sun Wukong, a.k.a the Monkey King, is an important figure in Chinese folklore, mostly known through the national epopoeia "Journey to the West" in which he, a monk, a humanoid pig and a water demon embark on a journey to retrieve holy scriptures as a mean of redemption for their past sins. According to folklore, he was a trickster known to be super strong, could shapeshift into over 70 animals and objects, replicate himself, partially manipulate weather (among other things). There are various film adaptations of the novel which I recommend you little bears watch if you want to learn more about the Chinese classic! Also, there's a Monkey King video game coming out in 2023!!

[jeonstellate]

ride to nowhere

himiko just wanted to be a regular civilian for a couple of weeks, but the universe clearly thought otherwise.

✶彡 xu shangqi x nb!original character

✶彡 movie scene rewrite!au, avenger!au

✶彡 paragraph format — 1.6K words

masterlist

[gif’s full credit belongs solely to its owner]

๑彡 an edited version of this is now available on my AO3 :]

It was only supposed to be a mundane, non-Avenger type of day.

Miko even took the liberty to officially file a notice of absence, instead of just flying over to the opposite coast without letting faers/her teammates know. Granted, fae/she only stuck a sticky note on the fridge and called it a day, but fae/she knew it’d do the trick.

I’ll be in California for two weeks. Do not contact me unless the world is ending. — Miko

In faers/her defense, the Avengers, as a team, is currently going through a transitional period. Thus, as a result, it’s quite tricky to get away for some well-deserved personal time off. If fae/she had gone the legal way of filing a leave of absence, there’s no telling when it’d get approved. More likely than not, another national threat would’ve emerged by then. (Fae/She knows how those antagonists are — they just show up without warning, whenever and wherever they want. None of them are as courteous and considerate as that Phantom Thief Kid in manga, much to faers/her dismay.)

And so there goes faers/her hope of having a peaceful vacation — literally already out the window on the morning of faers/her second day. (Even worse because this is technically faers/her first day to be out-and-about, considering fae/she slept all day yesterday due to flight fatigue.)

Fae’s/She’s too far back to hear what they are demanding to the dude in a red and gray jacket, but faers/her instincts are telling faer/her it won’t end well. There are easily four aggressors in total, although one is still blending in with the other passengers until their cue comes.

Miko can’t judge whether the dude in red and gray jacket can fight since his figure is somewhat blocked from faers/her view; but, even if he can, the odds is still one-to-three: they aren’t really in his favor— Oh.

"Excuse me," fae/she gestures to the man next to faer/her to let faer/her through. Based on how he looks, and how he’s staring intently at the fight that just broke out with a serious look, he seems to be with the three men that are currently scuffling with the dude in a red and gray jacket. Unfortunately, fae/she can’t take him down before he joins the fight — partly because it’d put faer/her in offense rather than defense.

Truthfully, the stranger in red and gray jacket is handling himself well. However, fae/she isn’t rigorously trained to combat any kind of universal threat just to stand back and watch someone else put their life on the line. Just when fae’s/she’s about to pull faers/her weapon out, though, fae/she felt faers/her phone vibrate from faers/her pocket.

Hey, Miko, are you almost here? Cassie and Luis—

That’s only as far as fae/she has read, unfortunately, because fae/she felt someone pass by faer/her: it was none other than faers/her former seat mate and he’s heading towards the dude in red and gray jacket with a determined look on his face.

"Holy shit," Miko cussed under faers/her breath as fae/she tried to put faerself/herself in between faers/her former seat mate and the stranger clad in red and gray as fast as fae/she can while the bus continues to travel towards its destination.

Once positioned where fae/she wanted, fae/she let faers/her weapon expand. Courtesy to Shuri and her Wakandan tech, faers/her staff has upgraded features. Aside from its ability to elongate (and retract) and cause damage from a single hit, faers/her weapon of choice is stronger than ever with its body now completely made from vibranium and applied technology akin to T’Challa’s Black Panther suit. Furthermore, as per faers/her request, Shuri also kept the "stun gun" feature in faers/her new staff (a handy one, honestly, especially whenever fae’s/she’s trying to avoid a full-blown confrontation).

When Sinra’s standing next the Spider-Man and the Captain Marvel, faers/her weapon don’t seem much — but it does its job. Fae/She just despises it whenever the one fae’s/she’s against can easily split it in half. Kinda like how faers/her former seat mate potentially can.

"Aw, c’mon!" Miko voices faers/her protest when faers/her former seat mate’s amputated arm grew into a sword blade. "Don’t get too worked up now, seat mate."

"Who are you?" The lady that’s presumably friends with the stranger in red and gray asks.

However, before fae/she can even think about replying, someone else already answered on faers/her behalf. "Oh, my god, Sinra’s here! An Avenger’s here!"

"What’s an Avenger doing here in San Francisco?" Miko hears the person behind faer/her wonder under his breath.

"Vacation," fae/she answers in a whisper, "supposedly."

"Give me the necklace," faers/her former seat mate demands, "and no one gets hurt."

"Listen here, mate," Miko hardens faers/her stare at faers/her former seat mate, "I don’t know what’s the deal with that necklace, but if dude was willing to take down three men for it, then I’ll sure as hell help him keep it from you." In instinct, Miko even twirls faers/her baton to signify faers/her acceptance of the challenge — or, rather, faers/her readiness to fight.

"Do you have a backup?" The dude in red and gray asks faer/her after he moves from behind and takes the spot next to faer/her.

"Let’s hope we don’t need one."

Just as it always been, especially for someone like Miko who fights battles for a living, the actual fight is a blur. Fae/She remembers bits and pieces of instances from it, like how faers/her combat partner told the passengers to move to the front of the bus and how fae/she used faers/her staff to completely separate the second half of the extended bus from the first half. However, fae/she can’t remember when faers/her former seat mate (who fae/she heard faers/her partner call “Razor Fist” — which makes perfect sense, but fae/she still prefers the nickname fae/she bestowed him) managed to snatch the necklace from faers/her partner’s neck — nor when he managed to slash faers/her clothes.

"I’m sorry I couldn’t stop him from taking your necklace." Miko apologizes as fae/she watches the other passengers exit the wrecked bus. "I’d still help you get it back, if you’d let me."

"Your clothes is ripped to shreds and you’re worried about my necklace?"

Fae/she turns faers/her head to look at him, with one of faers/her eyebrows raised. Besides being a questioning look, faers/her overall expression can also be read as a look of judgment — as though fae’s/she’s looking at him like he’s crazy. "Well, yeah? I can tell that necklace means a lot to you, you know." As an Avenger, Miko has grown to always put faerself/herself after others. To faer/her, faers/her own interests and welfare always come in second — and ultimately not a major concern. "Plus, I bound my chest this morning, and his blade didn’t cut through the tape, so I know no one can actually see anything."

"That’s true," faers/her combat partner agrees thoughtfully while taking his jacket off. Leaving himself in his white button up, he then hands his red and gray apparel to faer/her, "but here. You should wear this, too, since it’s still cold out."

"Oh, no, no. I couldn’t possibly—"

"Just accept it, it’s okay," he insists by moving his jacket closer. "You wouldn’t be any less of a superhero if you accept help from a civilian once in a while."

Miko, once again, gives him a judging look, albeit this time it’s because fae/she find some of his words questionable. "I highly doubt you’re just a civilian, based on how you took down those three guys with minimal effort, but—" fae/she shrugs— "I wouldn’t force you to tell me."

(Fae/she would never tell him fae/she knows, but fae/she definitely noticed how the tense on his shoulders built and then quickly evaporated as fae/she spoke.)

Silence follows as faers/her words sink in between them. Faers/her current companion seems to have nothing to say — until, eventually, he finally did. ". . . So are you going to take the jacket?"

"Not until you give me your name first," fae/she chuckles lightly, "I think I at least deserve to know that much, don’t you think?"

"Sure, that’s fair." He puts his hand that’s holding onto his jacket down to his side and faces faers/her completely. "Well then—" he offers his other hand for a handshake— "you can call me Shaun."

Miko accepts his formality, "My name’s—"

"Himiko Alfonso Tanaka!" A voice suddenly bellows outside the wrecked bus before fae/she can say faers/her name. Fae/she doesn’t even have look out the windows to know for certain that it’s Scott Lang.

"—Yup. That’s my full name." Fae/she chuckles as fae/she lets go of his hand, more so at Scott’s perfect timing rather than slight embarrassment. "Feel free to call me Miko, though, that’s what everyone calls me."

"Are you alive in there?!"

Shaun, once again, offers his jacket out to faer/her. "Looks like your ride is here," he nods towards the windows behind faer/her and waves his empty hand with a smile.

Miko scoffs in amusement, then takes his jacket at last. "Don’t think you’ll get rid of me that easily." Fae/she turns and begins to walk away while fae/she puts his jacket on. "You’ll see me again soon, Shaun."

"I don’t doubt that," Shaun whispers to himself as he watch faer/her jog down to a parked black car. "See you then, Miko."