#xu shangqi fanfics

[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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[iliketowrite1996]

This Change in Me 1/6

THEMES AND TRIGGER WARNINGS- affection, characters missing for periods of times

DISCLAIMER- I own no right to any characters or places associated with Marvel 

I  had never really thought about all that goes into being a superhero. After all, it’s not like I’m a second grade teacher by day and a crimefighter by night. Beyond the uniform and the spandex is something more, as I am starting to realize- motivation.

Beyond the powers, the serums and the special abilities lies determination- a willingness to take a risk . To fight for what is right, and for those you love.

I’ve never felt that. I’ve always had an admiration for heroes, but never the desire to be one.

Until  a week ago.

‘’How does a whole team,’’ Cassandra begins, her words painted with impatience, Southern accent getting thicker as her dark eyebrows furrow, ‘’just… disappear>’’ Her words contain venom in them, acrylic nails tipping against the metal table as she wants for what we all are waiting for- a real answer.

‘’I’d love to know the same,’’ Rochelle begins, her brown eyes trained on Nick Fury. 

In this room are the wives and girlfriends of the Avengers- Pepper Potts-Stark, Rochelle, Wilson , Cassandra Barnes, Laura Barton, and Alicia Rodriguez- Rogers. The girlfriends of Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, James Buchannan ‘’Bucky’’ Barnes, Clint Barton, and Steven Rogers, respectively. 

‘’Ladies, I assure you that we are doing everything we can to locate them,’’ Fury attempts, earning himself a scoff from Cassandra.

‘’Would have been a lot easier if we’d gone with the back up system like I’d suggested,’’ Natasha doesn’t even look up from the computer that she is tapping away on, diligently searching for a signal from any of the men,

A week and a half Tony, Sam, Bucky, Clint, and Steve were sent on a mission. Realizing that they needed help, they called in reinforcements. That’s where Peter Parker and my boyfriend, Shang-Chi, come into play.

Shang-Chi and I  have been dating for three years. Him being an Avenger came at no surprise to me. After all, who hadn’t seen the viral video of ‘’bus boy’’? Meeting him and seeing a viral video of him, however, are two different things. Despite his very impressive fighting skills, Shang-Chi is very lovable, very kind, and very dependable. He’s always someone that you can count on, which makes me understand how he was added to the team.

It also  reinforces in my mind, yet again, how a simple day to simply be together and get a little shopping done for my classroom, turned into him getting called on a mission as back-up…

Only for you to find out that he’s missing three and a half days later. 

‘’All I know is that I want my husband back, and I want him back now,’’ Alicia informs, ‘’They told you this mission was going to be dangerous, and you insisted without the proper back up. That’s on you. Now fix this mess.’’

The confidence and authority with which Alicia speaks is very much like the way that Steve speaks. It’s  more of a demand than a request, and Fury knows it just as well as I do. Her posture shows confidence and there’s no getting her to back down, which shouldn’t surprise me. After all, Steve met her as she trained new recruits, noting her firm but fair disposition.  

At least, that’s what Shang-Chi told me as we made dinner together one night about a year ago, himself invested in the ins and outs of other people’s relationships. 

‘’Alicia, we are doing everything er can to locate our team.’’

‘’They should not have been out there in the first place,’’ Pepper reminds, moving to sit next to Natasha, ‘’This is the last known location from three days ago Why weren’t we notificied the minute that they went missing?’’

‘’Do you think we’re going to contact you every single time they go missing? It’s part of the risk. It’s just never been this long,’’ Fury reminds, ‘’You know that.’’

‘’I want to know why you waited three and a half days,’ Laura beings before pointing at all of us, ‘’When they all have families.’’

Rochelle rubs her seven month pregnant stomach at that, ‘’The last time people just disappeared,  they were blipped. A giant alien crashed to earth again?’’

‘’Be real,’’ Cassandra  speaks again, folding her arms in front of her chest, ‘’And theny ou sent the kid, and her boyfriend out there? After you’d lost them? Did that seem wise yo uoi, Fury?’’

‘’You should know the risk associated. You are not that far removed from the field, agent,’’ Natasha begins,standing and stretching, ‘’But arguing is getting us nowhere. We are organizing a search team for them now, and that is why we have called you all in.’’

‘’We have an idea on how to locate them. However, sending in other members of the agency may alert them that they are there to rescue them. So I’ve thought of another idea.’’

Captain Marvel

‘’Wait, Ms.Marvel is coming here,’’ I pipe up, earning looks of distress and abit of annoyance from those around me, ‘’Sorry.’’

‘’You’re not the one who needs to be apologizing, sis,’’ Rochelle reminds you, ‘’So, Fury. What is this brilliant plan of yours?’’

‘’To spend the next few days training a group of highly capable individuals, ‘’ Fury says, ‘’Some experienced with this line of search and rescue, and others fairly new to it. But all with the same motivation- to find them.’’

Something in my stomach begins to turn, something similar to nervousness but without the usual side of nausea that I so often associate with THAT emotion.

‘’We thought who could be better to search timeout than the people that mean so much to them, and who they mean so much to,’’ Natasha brings an edge of nervousness to her statement, gently craving through her false sense of confidence.

‘’And who would that be,’’ you hesitate to ask, mouth dry as you feel that you already know the answers.

‘’Ladies… how do you feel about being temporary Avengers?’’

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[tom-whore-dleston]

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Fic AU: The Avengers' Sweethearts + Xu Shangqi

Fic: Safer with You + !bodyguard Oscar Isaac

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[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

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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."

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[lovelybarnes]

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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Can’t Help Myself | Dark!Shangqi x Reader

@inklore​​ asked: for the dirty and dark prompts: #34 for shang-chi i beg 😩

34. “Every time I see you, I can’t help but see myself inside of you.”

⚠️Warning: This fic is not for anyone under 18. Minor DNI. Contains: unprotected sex, mild bondage (just a little tied up), mirror sex, fingering, p in v sex, praise kink, and cum eating. 

World count: 1.1K

A/N:  After some thot, I think Dark!Shangqi fits this better than regular Shangqi. He’s kinkier in my opinion ahahha! Let me know how you feel! Reblog and comments are greatly appreciate it. 💛

By clicking readmore, you are consenting to see such subjects, and reading it at your own risk. 

** I do not consent for my works to be translated, copy or repost.

Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel his hand strokes along the column of your neck. Goosebumps prick across the surface of your skin as a chill runs down your spine. A soft, shaky breath escapes from your nose. Your head throws back against his hard chest.

Shangqi is knuckled deep inside your drenching pussy, slowly pumping in and out of in a slow, deliberate motion. God, you really wish he’d move faster. You want to clench your thighs together, but he has you tied up. Your ankles are restrained and tied on either side of the bedposts. You have no choice but to open wide, and present yourself to him.

“Baby, you’re being a very good girl right now,” he murmurs against the shell of your ear while his fingers work in and out of you, spreading you open as he watches you watching him fucking you right in front of the mirror. 

You cannot help but let out a muffled moan as you try your hardest to keep your eyes open. Every time you clench your eyes shut, Shangqi would stop whatever he’s doing, and denies you the pleasure of reaching your release. This has been going on for about half an hour now. Your slick is practically wetting his trouser. His arousal presses against your back. You just want him to stop teasing you and just fuck you right here right now. 

“If you keep doing what you’re doing now, I’ll let you cum, deal?” His deep, throaty voice reverberates against your skin, sending more chill down your spine. He watches you tentatively as he curls his fingers against that one spongey spot that makes you see stars. A high pitch moan escapes from your lips as you feel that warm familiar sensation slowly creeping up on you at the pit of your stomach as his pace quickens. The wet, squelching sound fills the room as you’re getting closer and closer to it. Your back practically arches off of him as you can feel your orgasm nears. “That’s it, my sweet girl. Keep watching me fucking you. Don’t close your eyes now.”

He continues to pump into you maybe once or twice or thrice more before a lewd, throaty moan escapes from your lips. Your release hits you like a wave, making your body convulses, your muscles spasms as you feel the warmness spreading throughout your body. 

Shangqi watches you in the mirror, eyes glimmer with lust and satisfaction as you come unravel right in front of him. His cock is aching, practically burst with the need of wanting to bury himself right into your warm, wet heat. “I can't wait to sink myself so deep inside you, baby,” he murmurs against the shell of your ears as you slowly come down from your high, still panting and bathing in the afterglow of your orgasm. “Every time I see you,” he mutters as he quickly rips at your restrain, freeing your legs from their confinement. “I can’t help by seeing myself inside of you.” 

With a grunt, he orders you to be on your hands and knees. You watch him with bleary eyes as he slowly lowers his trousers, eyes latching onto you the whole time. Your gaze lowers to the dark, tan bulbous head of his cock. You can see glossy beads of his pre-cum leaking out of the slit as he slowly wraps his callus hand around the long, thick shaft. Your mouth starts salivating as you watch him slowly pump his cock, imagining what it feels like to be impaled by that long hardness.

“You want this, don’t you baby?”

You nod as you lean back, letting your ass rub against his hardness. Shangqi lets out a throaty moan as he tips his head back, enjoying the contact. “You want me to fuck you with this cock, huh?”

You nod as you continue to grind your ass right at his crotch. Shangqi grins darkly before he suddenly grabs you with a force that makes your hands give away. You yelp out when your face hits the mattress. More muffled moans escape from you as he pushes himself right into your scorching wetness. Shangqi moans in satisfaction as he begins to move. 

“Fuck, baby. Look at you so wet and so needy for me. You little pussy practically swallow my dick in,” he moans before he snaps his hips forward, knocking the air out of you. “Gonna stretch your little pussy nice and wide for me, baby,” he says before he grabs you by the hips and repeatedly thrust himself in and out of you. You let out loud, obscene noise at the feel of his cock hitting a spot that makes you speechless. Your mouth hangs open as you watch him through the mirror, mounting you and fucking you like an animal. The more his thrust becomes harder, the closer you are to cum again, and Shangqi can feel this too, by the way, your cunt slowly squeezing him.

“Are you cumming again, baby?” 

You nod eagerly, unable to get your words out as he’s practically fucking the air right out of you.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and cum over my cock?”

You nod. 

As if he cannot go any faster, his movements change. You can feel how erratic he has become as he’s plunging into you hard. Your moan mixes with the noise of skin slapping against skin, and before you know it you let out a high pitch scream as you cum, all the while that Shangqi still chasing his own. His erratic movements continue perhaps once or thrice before he lets out a grunt as he pulls himself out of you. “Open your mouth baby girl,” he pants as he pumps his cock quickly. 

Without a thought, you open your mouth for him. The warm white fluid hits your cheek here, and your tongue there. Some lands on your chin and drips down your neck. The sound of Shangqi huffing and moaning is more than enough to make this all worthwhile. There’s nothing hotter than hearing your man moan out.

“Fuck me,” he groans as he lays beside you as he watches you spitting out his cum and letting the sticky, white liquid roll down to your chest. “I swear to God, you look so fucking hot right now.” Shangqi bites his lips as he stares up at you.

“Hmm, let me shower first and perhaps feed me, then we can talk,” you smile cheekily at him before you make your way to the bathroom. “Are you going to join me, or not?”

“Is that even a question?” he chuckles before he gets up and quickly carries you bridal style into the bathroom.

#I wrote this in 45 minutes I have no reason to expect anything good from this lmao #shang chi x you #Shang chi x reader #shang chi x y/n #shang chi fanfiction #Shang chi fanfic #marvel shang chi #shang chi and the legend of the ten rings #shang chi #xu shang chi #xu shangqi #shangqi x reader #shangqi x you #shangqi x y/n #simu liu imagine #simu liu fanfiction #simu liu x reader #shang chi smut #Shangqi smut

[babyboiboyega]

Enough (Shangqi x f!reader)

Shangqi x f!reader

Content: a little bit of angst, fluff at the end, Shangqi being such a damn sweetheart

Word Count: 1.3k

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Y/N’s movements were a little slower than usual as she dodged, kicked, and punched, and it was obvious, especially to her. It was obvious, and it frustrated her to no end as she continued to move around the mat. 

The slight throbbing in her temple she had woken up with had only gotten worse as the day went on, and it continued to do so the more she exerted herself. 

She tried to hide the pain behind a grimace, but under the guise of being focused, but she had a slight suspicion that he could see right through her. This only prompted her to intensify her actions, trying to come off as fine when in reality, the pressure in her head was close to debilitating. 

She knew that she should have stopped and told him what was wrong, but the stubborn, reckless side of her won out. And that was exactly what she was doing: being incredibly reckless. 

A grunt left her mouth as she was pushed back, her feet stumbling over each other.

“Y/N, what’s going on with you tonight? You’re a little slower than usual.”

Shangqi’s voice rang out, a teasing lilt to it as he gazed at her with his hands on his hips. His eyebrows were furrowed in genuine worry as she bent at the waist, bracing herself against her knees. 

With every breath she took came another painful throb in her temple, and even with her eyes squeezed shut, she could feel her head spinning. 

Hearing her labored breaths and noticing her silence, Shangqi walked closer, the small smile on his face dropping.

“Hey, what’s wrong? We can take a break. We should take a break.”

At his words, Y/N shook her head slowly before straightening. The wince that she tried to hide did not go unnoticed. 

“I’m fine. Let’s go again.”

Shangqi’s head tilted and his eyes narrowed slightly, this time with suspicion. 

“Y/N, there’s nothing wrong with taking a break. Maybe get a sip of water-”

“I’m fine, Shangqi, okay? I’m...I’m good.”

The conviction in her voice was enough for him to slowly nod his head before taking stance. His eyes watched her carefully as she did the same, and once he was satisfied that she was ready, he resumed their dance around each other.

He threw easily avoidable hits while still watching the way she reacted. Her eyebrows were pinched in concentration as she blocked his hits, her feet moving in the way he had taught her. 

For a brief moment, she felt pride and forgot about the pain that gripped her head. All of the sparring lessons were culminating into something she was proud of. 

But then Shangqi had to throw a punch while simultaneously going for her exposed bottom half. 

She had managed to block the hit, but she had been too oblivious of her open leg area.

Y/N felt herself falling and managed to right her foot enough to where her impact with the mat was more controlled. An almost embarrassing “oof” fell from her lips as she quite literally landed on her ass.  

It only took a few seconds for Shangqi to approach her, his hand held out to help her up. 

“We’re taking a break. I’ll go get your water.”

The finality of his words paired with her own frustration resulted in a pang of anger quickly running through her. 

She grabbed his hand and pulled herself up quickly, her mouth forming words of insistence that only dissipated as black spots crowded her vision. 

She rapidly blinked her eyes, but only seemed to make it worse. The pain in her head had decided to make itself known once again, and it came with a vengeance. 

This time, she couldn’t stop the small groan from escaping her mouth as her hand raised and gripped her head. 

The pain was unbearable now, akin to having one’s head slammed into a metal pole without the relief of eventually passing out. She could feel the throbbing at the base of her neck, and the pain had started to make her stomach churn. 

She should have listened to him. She should have stopped earlier.

Y/N hadn’t realized that she was swaying, leaning a little too far in one direction, until she felt soft, calloused hands land on her arms. 

“Y/N...Y/N, talk to me. What’s going on?”

As she spoke, Shangqi gently guided her down until she was safely kneeling on the floor, no longer swaying on her feet. He wasted no time in kneeling in front of her, his hands moving to cup her face.

“Come on, take deep breaths. Talk to me, sweetheart.”

Y/N spoke quietly and through clenched teeth, her hand continuing to put pressure against her temple.

“Migraine.”

The sigh that left Shangqi’s mouth was sympathetic as he rubbed her cheek. He leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss against her forehead before slowly rising and bringing her with him.

He had no trouble supporting her weight as he led her in the direction of his room, leaving the open space behind them.

In reality, it had only taken a minute or so to get to Shangqi’s room, but every step had felt like 10 to Y/N. She was acutely aware of Shangqi turning off every light as they walked, and if she weren’t so busy making sure her lunch stayed down, she would have expressed her love and gratitude for his actions. 

She simply let Shangqi guide her to wherever she needed to go, knowing and trusting without a doubt that he would take care of her. 

He only proceeded to prove her right as he wasted no time in walking her towards his bed and gently lowering her onto it. As soon as she was situated, he quietly walked around the bed and turned off every remaining light, the tv, and even closed the blinds.

In only a span of a few seconds, he had grabbed a glass of water and the medicine she had left at his place for a situation exactly like this. 

“Y/N, here’s your medicine. Come on, babe. I just need you to take this real quick.”

With an agonized groan and her eyes still tightly shut, Y/N slowly sat up. Her hands blindly reached out, prompting Shangqi to drop her pill into her hand followed by the glass of water. She took the medicine quickly and without hesitation, before holding it out once more. 

Shangqi’s hands shot out, one grabbing the glass while the other gently landed on her back, keeping her from laying back down.

A noise between a soft cry and a groan left Y/N’s mouth at being stopped, but the slight annoyance she had quickly dissipated as Shangqi gently crawled into bed in front of her. 

All while whispering apologies to her, he maneuvered their bodies to where they could lay down with Y/N completely covering his body with her own. 

There had been a question on the tip of her tongue as he had moved them, but it all made sense when his hands raised and started massaging her temples, gingerly but with enough pressure to ease the pain. 

She felt his lips touch her hair, and it made a lone tear slip from her tear line. The tears that formed as a result of pain only fell as a result of being cared and loved for.

But Shangqi had interpreted the new tear stain on his shirt as one of pain. He spoke softly with his lips pressed to her head. 

“I know. I know, I’m sorry I can’t do more.”

His words made her arms tighten where they were wound around his torso. As she spoke, more tears fell from her eyes.

“You do more than enough, Shangqi. You’re more than enough.”

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I hope you all enjoyed this! Like I said, this is a comfort fic that I really wrote for myself, but decided to post it here! I do deal with chronic migraines, and with every migraine comes a great disdain for everyone in the immediate vicinity....but I just KNOW that Shangqi would do anything to help me feel better, so I wanted to write it!

This week has been reaaaalllyy tough so far between work, class, and personal issues, so that’s another reason why this is a comfort fic, it helped me escape life while I was writing. 

But once again, I hope you all enjoyed this! Please like, reblog, and/or leave a comment. Literally whenever someone leaves a comment, it makes my day!

OH! I’m also thinking about making a tag list! 👀👀

Stay safe, y’all!

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xu xialing x fem!reader | lavenders one-shot

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warnings: cursing ; nsft mentions (not explicit) ; alcohol ; sexual harassment ; sorta angsty yearning ; happy ending tho

pairings: xu xialing x fem!reader

word count: 1,737

summary: an uncomfortable experience at a club makes you realize how much xialing cares for you, maybe even more than she’d like to admit.

a/n: SHE’S HERE!! MY WIFE IS HERE!! seriously tho. shang-chi and the legend of the ten rings is my favorite marvel movie next to thor ragnorak and black panther. if you haven’t watched it and find the opportunity to do so, take it! it really resonated w me since i’m chinese and it really captured the asian american experience and awdjkawdkawhiafww 😭 so much serotonin from this movie. i would risk it all for xu xialing <3 anyways, requests are still open (if you’ve sent one in, i’m working on it and it should be done soon; sorry for the wait!) and i’m still accepting prompts from this post. thank you so so much and i hope you enjoy reading!

     You had welcomed Xialing into your apartment with an eager smile. Your good friend Shangqi’s sister, and current paramour. At first, it was just fun flirting, blooming when you first met her at Macau. It eventually evolved into soft touches of reassurance when you were taken by Wenwu, Xialing vowing to keep you safe. It all came to a romantic, relieved hug you both shared after fighting in Ta Lo. Thus began the journey downhill. You were determined to ask her out, but it seemed a bit more complicated after she became your roommate. Despite the affections the two of you had shared, the woman you grew to adore had become distant. Maybe it was the sudden move to America or the events that had transpired in Ta Lo stressing her out. If you’d done something wrong, she wouldn’t tell you. But ever since that hug it’s as if she wanted nothing to do with you. Considering that, it was shocking when she asked to move in. But you were the most viable option, occupied in a vast apartment perfect for two. If only it felt that way.

     “Y/N, just ask her out. She spends more time with you than I or Katy, and that’s saying a lot since we’re pretty much the only ones she talks to,” Shangqi assured.

     “In fact, they should bone!”

     “Katy. Please don’t,” your friend pleaded.

     “Don’t deny it! The sexual tension that fills the room when they’re together is killing me. If you just did it already, everything would turn out fine!” Katy was dangerously adamant, to a point where if you and Xialing hadn’t sorted out your tension soon; she’d force you to.

     “Ew. For one, that’s my sister we’re talking about. And two, it’s pretty obvious the two of them want something more than that,” he clarified.

     “What we need,” he paused for dramatic effect, “Is a parent trap.”

     “Awesome! I love it!”

     “How is that supposed to work when one of the parents is sitting right here?” you deadpanned, gesturing towards yourself.

     “Good point Y/N. Get out.”

     “What? You can’t be serious.”

     “Very serious. You gotta go, Y/N. We’ll relay our plan to you soon!” Katy proceeded to giggle, with a mischievous tone that worried you immensely.

     “Shangqi- SHANGQI!” Your tall friend had now begun to briskly carry you out of the apartment, quickly closing the door in front of you with a cheeky smile and wink.

    An anxious hour or two later, you finally got a text from them.

   “We’re going clubbing! Xialing, Y/N, you have to join us! No buts!” That was from your group chat, the less conspicuous text being sent only to you: “Wear something pretty, reds her favorite.” Shit. They really weren’t joking about this. Before you could interfere, Xialing had responded with an instant “k.” It was now or never, you thought grimly, as you perused your closet for something cardinal and alluring. A small, scarlet dress found its way into your hands, the smooth silk of it pleasing to the touch. It was bold. But, maybe some boldness was just what you needed.

    After getting ready for a good hour and a half or so (40 minutes of a said hour calling Shangqi & Katy for outfit advice), you headed out into your and Xialing’s shared living room. She wasn’t ready yet. Despite your impatience, you awkwardly sat on your couch, tangled in your thoughts. Would she like how you looked? Hell, how would she look? What if she was so pretty you embarrassed yourself, ruining any chance you had with her-

    “Hey.”

    Xialing stood there silently. How long had she been standing there?

    “Shit Xialing, you scared me.”

    “Sorry. Spent a second or two looking at you. You look nice,” Xialing rarely gave compliments. Your heart raced with every syllable.

    “Thank you!” You abruptly replied, “You look…” Her outfit consisted of an onyx suit jacket, accompanied by a pair of navy blue pants and shiny heels. 

    “Amazing,” you smiled genuinely. She nearly took your breath away, just as you had done to her.

    “Thanks. You ready?” she asked, offering her hand. Hah. No.

    20 minutes. For 20 fucking minutes, the two of you stood outside of the club, waiting for the other half of your group to appear. After that excruciating period of awkward silence, you got two notifications. “Oops. I forgot. Have fun!” From Katy. “Sorry guys, I have work to do. Vigilante work. You know the drill. Also, you guys don’t need to come help. I don’t want you to. Please don’t come to help me.”

    “Either he’s been kidnapped, or he just really doesn’t want our help,” you giggled.

    “He always sounds like he’s been kidnapped. C’mon, let’s head in.”

    You trailed behind her closely, desperate to stay with a familiar face in this crowded club. It would be completely dark if not for the flashing fluorescent lights that blinked in tandem with the booming music. 

    “Y/N. Could you hold those seats for us at the bar there? I just have to use the restroom.”

    “Sure!” And that left you. So much for being set up alone with Xialing tonight. You nimbly sped over to the bar seats, more people were coming in, which equated to far more competition. The tentative battle of who would get to rest their butts on soft cushions with a drink or two. In silent victory, you sat down, patiently waiting for the bartender. You scanned the crowded room with a frown. Despite coming here to spend time with Xialing, she left the second you walked in. Maybe she really was avoiding you? The thought was dreadful. Before you could spiral, you were intruded on.

    “This seat taken?” The young man asked you obnoxiously. He was clearly too confident for his own good, desperate for his annoying attempt at charm to compensate for his lack of personality.

    “Yeah. Sorry.”

    “Well, I don’t see anyone,” he simply said, before sitting uncomfortably close next to you.

    “You are positively stunning,” he stated.

    “Thanks. You’re in my seat,” you deadpanned.

    “I think it’s safe to say we can call it my seat now. Besides, what kind of guy leaves a girl like here sitting all alone? I’d say I can do far better than him.”

    Your gaze shifted nervously. Where was Xialing? This man was getting persistent and soon you’d probably end up punching him. Instead of an intimate night with Xialing, you had received an uncomfortable night with a creepy stranger.

    “I’m serious. My friend is in the bathroom. Can you go?” you glared.

    “But I want to sit here with you,” he replied, standing his ground. Suddenly his sleeved hand caught your wrist.

    “And maybe you could do me a favor and sit with me?”

    Now you were more than uncomfortable. His grip on your wrist was tight and his smile was anything but friendly. Before he could force his lips onto yours, he collapsed. 

    “What the fuck?!”

    A heel kicked him in the groin not so gently.

    “Get the hell away from her, before I make you.” There she stood, powerful and imposing. Xialing in her beautiful, angered glory. The club lights flickered, illuminating her face with iridescent colors for seconds at a time. She was incredible.

    “You crazy bitch-” he moved towards her, clearly a little too intoxicated and eager for a fight. The last thing anyone should do is try to fight Xu Xialing. She swiftly caught him in a choke-hold, his face turning cherry and his insults becoming choked-up sobs.

    “Xialing! Please, let’s just go.” It was as if you broke her out of a trance. She reluctantly dropped the man to the floor, letting him crawl away miserably, like a snail drenched in salt. You quickly grabbed her hand as you headed for the exit.

    As soon as you both were alone in the cold evening air, her expression shifted from anger to concern.

    “Y/N, are you alright?”

    “Yeah. A little shaken up but, I’ll be okay. Thank you for that Xialing.” Before you could say more, your hand touched her cheek with gentle care. She flinched.

    “Shit, it looks like you’re bruising a bit. Let’s get you home and clean up, yeah?”

    Somehow, you cupping Xialing’s cheek had caused her to malfunction. As you sat on your plush couch, applying ice to her face, all she did was glare down at the floor. You were getting sick of this. First, she saves you from a creep, all chivalrous and mighty, and now she’s fucking ignoring you.

    “Did I do something wrong, Xialing?”

    Her head perked up quickly. 

    “What? No. Of course not.”

    “Then why do you ignore me?”

    Xialing paused. You noticed all of her attempts to avoid you. She frowned. It’s not like she enjoyed it either. But the fluttering in her chest and butterflies in her stomach got to be too much for her as time progressed. She couldn’t handle bumping into you in the morning, beautiful in your comfortable attire and befuddled state. It became torture when the two of you would hang out, your gorgeous eyes piercing into hers. Others flirting with you, and being creepy as well? That was the last straw.

    “I hate how they look at you.”

    “How so?”

    “Like you’re a piece of meat. You looked stunning tonight,” she sighed, “But unfortunately I wasn’t the only one looking at you.”

    “You… look at me?”

    “Yes.”

    “I just don’t know how I can do this anymore without falling in love with you, Y/N,” she softly confessed.

    You were shocked. Shangqi and Katy were right. It turns out you had a better chance than you thought. Before she could take it all back and apologize, you interrupted her.

    “Can I kiss you, Xialing?”

    Her brown eyes bore into yours for a second. She let a small smile grow on her face before leaning in close to you. She smelled like lavenders. You could almost feel the soft touch of her skin. And then you did. The kiss was invigorating. She kissed you as if she were starving and you danced with her lips with the same ferocity. Her hand went to the nape of your neck as she pulled you in closer.

    “Is that your phone?” Shit.

    Annoyed and disappointed at the absence of her touch, you answered the call in a breathless haze.

    “What?”

    “Oh my god. They finally boned.”

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[stargazingcarol]

The drinking game [Shangqi x reader]

Summary: Shangqi gets married to someone u and Katy can't stand. And so on begins the drinking game.

Warnings: angst, drinking, sadness.

A/N: it WAS supposed to be a drinking game but then i didn't write that so i just wrote them drinking. But i like the summary like that so I'm gonna leave it like that.

"I'm not drinking today" You had reminded before the wedding to Katy; who rolled her eyes and scoffed.

The night before, Katy had stayed at yours and you guys had drank a little too much. Your reason: trying to forget the love of your life was getting married and you wouldn't do anything about it. Because you could, you just wouldn't.

Katy because her last time telling her best friend Xu Shangqi that this woman he was marrying was a mistake. But Shangqi was too in love with her to notice her very there, very obvious BAD person written all over her face.

It had gone something like:

"Katy, Y/N, what are you guys doing here? The wedding is tomorrow and it's almost 12am." He rubs his eyes and fakes a yawn but you and Katy know he was playing video games.

"You can't do this, Shangqi. You can't marry her!"

Shangqi sighs defeatedly and leans against the door. His arms cross against his chest and he looks at his toes for a moment before looking up.

He eyes Katy for a moment and then you. He stares at you for a bit too long and your heart feels like it's gonna be snatched by his gaze right out of your throat.

"It's done, guys. I love her." He has a glint in his eyes that makes you and Katy know that he does indeed love her, which makes this much worse than it should be.

After that Katy argued with him for a while but her yelling didn't match his calm expression and before she could yell one more time and get you guys kicked out of the building, since you were at his door, you grab Katy's arm and told her: "it's done. We are done here."

Katy fumes and glares at her best friend and walks away to her car. You stay with Shangqi for a moment but you can't meet his gaze so u stay looking at the point of your converse.

"I will like for you guys to be there..." You hear him say and you finally look up.

His gaze isn't on you though, he's looking at anywhere but you.

"We will" You assured even when your heart felt like needles were piercing through it. You may need an anxiety pill.

Shagqi's gaze goes to you and licks his lips and nods before going inside and closing the door.

That's your queue to go back to Katy's car. When you sit beside her you see her staring off into the distance, just...glaring at a lamppost.

"We should've told him." You breathe.

"She would've killed us." Katy murmurs.

"I think if we stick together we could beat her--"

"No, Y/N, she's too powerful." As Katy turns on the car and starts to get off the parking, she speaks again. "So, do you have any drinks at your house?"

You grin looking straight ahead. San Francisco looks peaceful or as peaceful as it can get at 12 in the morning.

"Some but we could buy more"

It's finally wedding day and you and Katy are sporting a major hangover from drinking vodka mixed with any type of juice the night before, and when you finally enter the area where the wedding is gonna be held you're both still wearing your very fashionable sunglasses. The sun is hot and you're glad at least this part of the wedding is gonna be held inside instead of outside.

When Shangqi says his dreaded: I do. Your mind is made up.

You're drinking tonight. If you had to make a fool of yourself then so be it. You grab Katy's arm firmly and squeeze. She looks at you but you're looking at only the rose in your garden, the brightest star in the darkest night, the love of your life.

When the wedding is over you try to keep it to yourself but while everyone is making their way outside for the rest of the ceremony you practically run into the bathroom.

You start pacing in front of the mirror and when you finally look at yourself you can't help but cringe, your eyes are watery and at least you're wearing good makeup so it won't go all over your eyes.

You put the palm of your fingers on your eyes forcefully and scream. When you're done someone barges in and you see Shangqi's little sister: Xu Xialing.

Her face is one of scared and when her frantic eyes land on you she sighs.

"Better?" She says as she adjusts her black dress.

"I'm feeling like i wanna get on a space ship and get off this planet and never come back" You grab a napkin and dab under your eyes.

Xialing nods. "I understand."

"Have you ever been in love?" You ask.

Xialing looks at you through the mirror as you look at her. She grabs her purse the same color as her dress and picks out a red lipstick. She starts to put it on her lips and you think that's the end of the conversation so you start to get out of the bathroom when she speaks up.

"Never"

"Would you like to?"

"I don't think I'm ready for it"

You nod and get out of the bathroom looking for Katy.

When you find her, she's at the bar with a beer.

"I thought we weren't drinking tonight" you sit next to her and has her arm on the bar and her head is on her palm.

"I thought you told me you did want to drink?"

"Now now, when did I say that?" You're just messing around, you know what you did. The signal.

You had gripped her arm so hard she had known back then that you're answer of not drinking tonight had changed.

When the bartender comes around Katy orders for you: "anything fruity but with alcohol for the beautiful sad lady next to me."

The drink is pushed on your hands, it's pink with what looks like gummies floating.

When you take your first sip, you automatically start to feel less jittery, less nervous, less anxious.

The night goes on and Shangqi is too engrossed in his new wife that he doesn't come to you and Katy for a while.

And you're kinda okay with that. You're on the verge of drunk already, you've had 3 similar drinks to your first one and you're kinda already seeing double.

"I felt like you guys might like this" the bartender says randomly to you and Katy and you see two shots on the table, one red, one blue. Both with a sour gummy floating on it. "It's on the house" he grins and walks away.

You look at Katy with an almost-there-drunk-grin and you both shout: "gummy worms!!!". Some people look to the bar where you guys are still sat but since the music is so loud they return to their business, just as you and Katy clink glasses and drink the whole thing, with the gummy worm on your fingers to eat after.

"Oh wow, that was harsh" Katy mumbles.

"Not as harsh as me seeing the love of my life get married today." You stare at your shot of glass now empty. Not noticing how Katy's eyes had widened while she looked behind you.

"You love me?" Shangqi says just loud enough for you, Katy and the now wide eyed bartender that had been serving you drinks all night, to hear.

Your eyes widen and you look at Katy in a panicked expression. You feel out of control, you feel like youre too rooted to the earth. If you had powers you would've flown right away from that awkward and horrifying moment you thought you would avoid forever.

When you had said that you wouldn't tell him about your undying love for him it was because you knew he didn't love you back.

You used to think there was something there, before she came into the picture and ruined it. Now he's all hung up on her and you're all hung up on him.

With your heart trying to get out of your throat you turn around to look at Shangqi.

His eyes are curious and when he asks: "is that true?"

You puke on his shoes.

Your dignity was gone.

And you were wishing falling in love was easy and not as hard as this.

Sorry I made you upset universe, for you to treat me like this, you think.

(To be continued??????.....)

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A/N: idk if I'll write a second part considering this is my first fic in what feels like years. But yes i just got this idea and had to write it and now I'm sharing it with you guys.

HOPE YOU LIKE! 💛

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[undiscovered-horizon]

Author's note: part two of me drinking three coffees and losing my mind

Imagine calming Shang-Chi down after he has a nightmare.

You were woken up by a peculiar stirring beside you. It was erractic, chaotic. Before you woke up properly, you could already tell what was going on and that probably finally got you on your feet: Shang-Chi was having a nightmare. Third time this week, which was actually an improvement compared with what was happening to him right after you got back from Ta Lo. What worried you most was the fact that he wouldn't speak about what was happening in those dreams. You thought that maybe if the two of you talked his fears through, his mind would settle.

Shang-Chi was grumbling something under his nose, and from his tone, it was easy to guess he was afraid, angry and desperate. He turned towards you in an aggressive turn as if something scared him away or he didn't want to watch a scene that was unfolding in his nightmare. Now you could see his cringing face that had beads of cold sweat running down. Shang-Chi's lips and eyebrows were trembling. Was it fear? Heartbreak? Or were his muscles simply growing tired from the excessive contraction? The mix of dark, deep emotions that appeared on his face could make a man on the gallows seem enthusiastic. What unspoked visions could possibly strike so much fear into him?

Before you had a chance to try and wake him up, Shang-Chi sat up with impressive speed. His eyes were hazy, not focusing on the world around him, his breath irregular and panicky. Sweat was running down his skin.

You put your hand gently against his shoulder, which made him wince slightly. His mind was still occupied by the horrors that, somehow, trespassed into his thoughts.

"Hey," you whispered to him, gently rubbing his shoulder. "You're okay, love. It was just a bad dream. We're alright."

His head turned to look at you the moment you softly kissed his arm. It was as if his mind had finally returned to the mundane planar with Shang-Chi realizing that he was, in fact, safe and sound as were you. A heavy, relief-filled sigh escaped his mouth as he put an arm around you and held you tightly. It was fairly obvious emotions were taking him over as he wrapped the other arm around your body, the embrace becoming even tighter. You were an anchor preventing a ship from sinking.

"Should I bring you some water?" you whispered into his skin.

"No." His voice was groggy. "Don't leave me." Shang-Chi's head was resting on top of yours. He was gently rocking both your bodies back and forth but whether he meant to, you were unsure. Seeing such vulnerability from him wasn't common and so you were still learning to navigate around it.

"I'm right here, love," you gently squeezed his bicep.

Maybe your grandfather, a navy officer, was right? "Even an unsinkable battleship needed an anchor."

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[liilgoobs]

Squid Games (Marvel/Squid Games x reader crossover)

A/N: Had this fun little idea after watching squid games. Kinda toyed with the plot a bit, but overall a good base line :)

TW: Swearing, violence, blood

Summary: After being sent to Korea on a solo mission to take down a game hosted by black market sponsors, the Avenger's tune in to why you've been away from the compound for 3 days. At Fury's discretion, of course. Things go south when you're being targeted by some past men who worked by Xu Wenwu. It's your mission to stay alive and take out his men.

The meeting room was silent as Fury's voice echoed through the room. The air was thick.

"Three days? You waited to tell us this for 3 DAYS?" Tony's voice questioned across the room, slamming the table with his hands. Natasha stared at the table, face blank. Thor and Loki had a puzzled look on their face.

"Please forgive me, but what do you mortals call a "Squid Game"?" Loki's voice drawled through the room as all eyes were drawn to the Asgardian.

Fury looked over at Shang-Chi and nodded. His expression was un-readable and glued to the floor, not daring to look up at his new team mates.

"It's an unspoken organization in Korea, and every year they host a game. People who are neck deep in debt are offered a cash reward to participate and play games. It's..black market, dark web stuff."

This further confused the group as a whole, all except for Natasha. She had heard talk of the game on various solo missions with Barton. Xu Xialing spoke up, irritated with her brother's explanation.

"It's life or death. People go and never come back. Nobody has ever been able to trace them or track them down. Similar to how people bet on horses, very wealthy sponsors bet on players."

"They pick their players based on their role to society. Most who participate are poor or homeless people with nothing to go back to."

Realization fell onto their faces as they looked at your empty chair. Just 4 days ago you'd be laughing and telling them how stupid it is.

"Why send her? To go undercover? ALONE? Do you have any idea what we are dealing with?" Nat questioned, distain written on her faces. Fury's stoic expression didn't falter.

"We needed someone to go undercover. Her talents and skills was most compatible for the mission. I don't need you questioning my authority, Romanoff," He said sternly, causing her to clench her jaw.

"Luckily, we planted multiple cameras and microphones on her to bug the place. The reason you are all here is so Tony can connect with the cameras. Undetected."

Their stomachs turned with anxiety as Tony frantically started tapping away on his holographic screen.

"We should be live," He trailed off, in concentration. "Now."

Suddenly you appeared on multiple monitors, from different angles. The team collectively sighed in relief at the sight of you. It was before the first game, and you were sitting in your teal uniform.

"109..how many players are there?" Bucky read, watching you fiddle with your zipper. He knew you always did that when you were anxious.

"Too many." Fury said, shaking his head. "The plan is to track wherever the signal is coming from and take it down from the inside. That's where all of you come into play. There's been a tip that some of your father's men are there," He said, looking directly at the siblings. Their faces tightened. That man still had so many connections, even being dead. As soon they took down 3, another 5 resurfaced days later terrorizing cities across the world.

"But first we need some more information from the inside. The plan is to leave first thing tonight, after the first game. Hopefully, giving us the proof we'll need."

Everyone's eyes stayed glued on the screen as they watched you walk through the maze of corridors, to finally enter a playing field. It was about two football field's length, with a large doll at the end facing backwards. It over towered the players, making them grow nervous.

"The hell is that thing?' You mumbled, scrunching your eyebrows.

"Yeah," Sam scoffed. "That's not creepy at all." Natasha rolled her eyes in annoyance.

You scanned the room to anyone who could pose a threat, but to you everyone looked equally as confused. It was hard to tell who was out of place. Fury had prefaced the very little information on what exactly you were walking into, which is unfortunately right up your alley.

Find the men. Get as much as you can on camera. Stay alive and don't do anything stupid. Of course, you were already on a private jet in the middle of the night so it didn't seem you had much of a choice.

There was no way to communicate with Fury or the team, all you were told to do is catch as much on video as you can. The men in the red suits were intimidating to say the least, as they all wore masks with different shapes. Some holding assault rifles, others holding batons.

"I think the shape on their masks is some kind of rank," You whispered, just loudly enough so the mic would pick it up. They had taken all of your belongings, except for the pieces you hid in your glasses and your hair. Tony never seemed to fail to impress you with all the ways he could disguise an ear pieces and mics.

"You will be playing 'Red Light, Green Light'." A voice announced over the field, making you chuckle.

"Seriously, Fury? You sent me to play a bunch of kid games?" She mumbled, rolling her eyes.

"I don't get it, she's just going to play a game? This is why she's been gone?" Steve asks, rubbing his chin out of confusion.

Fury is silent, his eyes staying on the screen.

5 minutes displayed on the clock, her eyes darting to them quick. There were a few people in front of her, a blonde boy and a brunette boy jostling each other around.

"Green light!" The doll said, turning its massive head around to face a fake tree.

The boys laughed, running forward. You rolled your eyes, jogging behind them but keeping your distance.

"Red light!" The doll's head swiveled around, making you stop in your tracks.

The team was silent, watching intently. The two boys in front of you had stopped as well, but the blonde stumbled to keep his balanced.

The doll's eyes eyes quickly shifted toward him, and a gunshot rang out into the air making the hairs on the back of your neck stick up. His body fell limp to the ground, leaving you frozen in your tracks.

"Did he just.." Steve started to say, but his voice trailed off. Everyone's faced painted with horror, slowly putting the pieces together in their heads.

The color in Wanda's face slowly disappeared as Vison reached for her hand in comfort.

"(Y/N)..Don't move.." Loki whispered to himself, knowing he couldn't hear you.

"Oh no.." You whispered, tears gathering in your eyes. The fear in your voice filled the room

The doll's head turned back towards the tree.

"Green light."

You walk forward slowly, keeping your expression stoic. You scan the crowd as see two men at both sides of you a couple feet behind, glaring.

They found you.

Your eyes shift to the boy on the ground, not far away from you. His mouth spurts out some blood on the ground, making you gasp quietly in horror.

You stare down leave the one to your left from the corner of your eye. The stare he was giving you was much like a predator looking at it's prey.

"Red light!"

You stop in your tracks again, staring straight ahead of you. The boy sees his friend, and lets out a shaken gasp as he goes to run away. Bullets fly through the air, making his body fall limp.

The blood splatters on the face of another player, falling at her feet.

"I have eyes," You whisper carefully, not daring to move your body.

"I see them," Wanda says, pointing a finger to the men getting ready to pounce.

"They found her in there." Xu Xialing says, her body tense. "They're going to sabotage her and get her killed."

"Then what are we standing around waiting for exactly? Fury?" Tony asks with irritation, the fear flowing through his veins as the massacre about to unfold in front of his team.

Are they just supposed to watch a body cam of you getting murdered?

You weren't the teams baby, they knew you could fend for yourself. You were easily one of the strongest amongst the team, hand to hand combat being your weak spot.

They couldn't help but be protective of you, coming from a background of pretty much raising yourself. Tony obviously viewing you as a daughter, to see you fighting for your life, on your own, boiled his blood.

Along with the rest of his team mates, he felt helpless.

"The more you beg for money, the easier this should be." He commented, watching you stick the surveillance pieces in your hair.

"You wouldn't be able to hear us but we'll be able to hear you," He explains, pacing the cabin.

"If things go south I have Strange on stand-by. Xu Wenwu's men are ruthless, hopefully you've been working on your combat."

You laugh, fixing your clothes as they were dirtied and holed.

"Natasha and Steve haven't been taking it easy on me if that's what you're asking." You quipped, earning a half smile from your superior.

As the jet began to land, he grabbed you by the forearm.

"Please stay alive," He spoke. "I haven't told the team where you're going to be until you're actually playing. I don't need to be on Stark's shit list twice."

You rolled your eyes. "I can do this fury,"

"Have a little faith." You winked, exiting the jet to camp out at the nearest train station.

After a day of playing your role as a homeless woman, it brought back memories of when you survived on your own in the streets of San Francisco. It was no mind or challenge really, you enjoyed being alone. But what you didn't enjoy were the creepy old men offering you a place to stay if you gave them a little 'something' in return.

You'd silently hoped Bucky was watching, knowing the jealous look that would overtake his face.

Your thoughts were ripped away as a very attractive business man came and set next to you on the bench.

"Hello," He said, flashing a smile your way.

'Showtime' you thought to yourself.

"H-Hello.." You stuttered back in a soft voice, unable to meet his eyes.

"May I show you something?" He asks kindly, setting the briefcase in between the two of you.

"If you're selling something..I'm sorry but I'm not interested." You glance at his intimidating stare, captivated by his brown eyes.

He opened the case to reveal what'd you'd assume to be a very large amount of money, and two stacks of paper squares. Red and blue.

"You've played Ddajiki before, yes?" He questioned, holding up the squares.

You nodded, remembering the files of Korean games you studied on the plane prior to your arrival.

He hummed in approval. "Play Ddajiki with me. I will give you 100,000 won every time you win."

You pursed your lips in thought. To really play the part, Fury sent absolutely no money with you. What happens if you loose?

"However," He said, making your eyes connect with his once more.

"Every time I win, you will give me 100,000 won."

Shit. That's right. No money.

"You can start first," He said, grazing a hand across your face ever so slightly in hopes to convince you.

You felt frozen in your seat, and the only thoughts you could think of was Bucky going ballistic watch this man to lure you in.

You nodded, grabbing the blue envelope from his smooth hands.

Blue was Bucky's favorite color, after all.

When you had lost the first time, making your blood run cold. He effortlessly had flipped over your square, smirking in victory. He looked at you expectantly.

"Don't you have any money?" He questioned, stepping closer to you.

You were at a loss for words. This man's intimidation reminded you of Loki's. This stare being able to capture a picture in a still frame, it's contents not moving out of fear.

"I..I.." You scrambled for words. You squeezed your fists in case he tried to have a go at you. But before you could blink, a sharp pain collided with your cheek, making your head whip to the side. Your feet stayed planted on the ground. Natasha's number one rule.

Always be grounded.

"Play again?" He asks, making the anger in your body rush to your cheeks. You nodded curtly.

After a few more slaps, you started to get the hang of it.

Finally, you had flipped the red square over, yelping in victory.

The frustration slap after slap built in your bones, and as soon as the square flipped your hand flew through the air to meet his face.

It didn't.

He caught your arm with eyes, peering down at you with the smile that never seemed to have leave his face.

He put your arm down gently, never letting go, as he put 100,000 won in your hand.

The breath was hitched in your throat, watching his every move.

"Congratulations," He whispers, closing your hand around the money.

"If you want to win more," He continues, stepping away to close his briefcase. "Call this number."

He hands you a black business card with a number on it. You swallowed and nodded, taking a step backwards.

He simply winks and enters the train that had just arrived, gone in a flash.

Before you knew it, you were in a dark SUV being filled with gas. What the hell were you getting in to?"

"She's going to make it through the first game. After that is when we attack. We stick to MY plan Stark," HIs voice warned, booming through the room.

Their eyes drifted back to the screen, all of them holding their breaths in hope you don't move a muscle.

The woman felt the blood on her face and in her hands, screaming at the sight of it. A single bullet whizzed through her head, making her body drop on top of the boy who had just been shot.

Bullets started firing as people ran towards the back, clawing at the gate to escape. The dolls eyes were going crazy, shooting anything with movement.

"Don't fucking move (Y/N).." Bucky mumbled, clenching his iron fist.

Your camera shown you getting tackled to the side, as one of Xu Wenwu's men face.

"We knew SHIELD would send yo-" He growled, a gunshot piercing through his head, his body falling on top of you.

"With that, let the game resume." The doll spoke, its head turning back around.

You started to hyperventilate, blood covering your hair, face, and chest.

"Fuck..Oh fuck.." You said out loud, struggling to get the body off of you.

"Green light!"

Everyone stood frozen, all except an old man who walked forward with a daring smile. You stared at him in confusion, until your eyes drifted over to three men across the room glaring daggers at you.

They were far away enough to where they couldn't touch you.

Not yet, at least.

"There's more," You whispered, eyes bouncing back and forth between the men and the dead one laying on top of you.

"Can't we talk to her? Does she have an ear piece?" Banner finally choked out, being silent almost the entire time.

He shook his head. "We couldn't. We were already taking a risk with the cameras and mics."

Loki grumbled, glancing at the displeased face on his brother. Thor's fists were clenched on his lap, light sparks emitting from his knuckles. The duo was quite fond of you, they even considered you to be their best friend. Or, 'Brothers from another mother' is how you'd put it. They were confident you could hold your own, but it still worried them to be somewhere where they couldn't fight by your side.

Bucky's stomach was in knots. It had been a slow burn between you and him, neither one of you having the courage to confess your feelings to one another. He hated seeing you in danger, and he feared not being able to save you.

Steve and Sam were silent, constantly looking at Bucky. The whole team teased you two about your flirting, but it was him and Sam who knew the real feelings he had for you.

Nat and Wanda also knew how you felt about him, talking about it with them on many occasions. Usually on your wine and movie nights, which were EVERY Wednesday. Now they're having to watch you play a nightmare of a game with your life at risk.

The rest of the team watched as anticipation as you played the game, with people trying to get you killed on purpose.

"Red light!"

Your eyes scanned the hundreds of dead bodies on the floor. Men. Women. Mothers. Fathers. People who had families.

Your eyes shifted back to the old man, stopping at a halt.

He froze, the devilish smile never leaving his face.

The team watched with a shocked expression to see a man so aged playing this game.

"He must have nothing to lose," Nat commented, folding her fingers.

"He's the only one moving."

Fury's expression never faltered. "This game requires strategy. Planning out your every breath. Hopefully now you see why I picked Agent (Y/L/N),"

His face scanned the group with a disapproving look in his eye.

"Have some faith."

The team was silent.

Your eyes drifted over to the men again, who were boring holes in your head with their evil stares. You narrowed your eyes, almost challenging them.

"Green light!"

They stayed in their spot as the old man moved forward, their expression never leaving their face. You remembered the dead weight crushing you, and you had to get him off. And fast.

Glancing down, another large man was on top of the one who was trying to kill you. Also dead.

"Red light!"

He froze again, now in front of all the remaining players too frightened to move.

You needed to act fast. And quick. Your palms started to sweat and chills ran down your back. You knew one wrong move and your life is over in a second.

You thought about the team and the memories you shared, which was quickly consumed by Bucky. You needed to make it out alive.

The comfort you felt by the mere thought of him overcame your body like a typhoon.

"What the hell would Bucky say to you right now?" You mumbled out loud. The team heard the shakiness of your voice, fighting tears.

You remembered right then he was probably watching. And could hear you. The adrenaline in your veins didn't even care.

Bucky's face softened at the way his name rolled off your tongue, making his heart leap.

The team looked at him, his eyes hard as he watched the screen of you. Scared. Shaking.

Sam put a comforting hand on his shoulder, his eyes never leaving the screen.

"Probably something along the lines of 'Don't show them weakness. Stop acting like a pussy. Kick their fucking asses. I don't know." You mumbled, trying to think of a plan.

"She's right, you know." Sam commented, offering a half smile. A ghost of a chuckle emitted from the team.

"Green light!"

You quickly struggled to shove the dead weight of the two men double your size off of you, until a man came helped push them off of you, pulling you to your feet.

"Red light!"

You froze looking at the man who had just helped you, eyes wide in fear. His jacket read #456.

"Thank you," You whispered softly, and the team watched in shock. Bucky's shoulders tensed as he gave you a sweet smile back in return.

Your eyes drifted next to his head, to the men who had gotten closer to you two. Your face fell, making the man scrunch his eyebrows in confusion.

"Green light!"

"We need to go. NOW." You said loudly, running with him at the sound of the doll's head turning.

You switched sides with him, being closer to the henchmen. There is no way you'd let some kind man be in the crossfire of why you're there in the first place.

Their smirks grew at the sight of you becoming closer, them catching up to you quickly.

You dropped your speed, making sure the player who helped you was safe.

"Red light!"

By this time now, you were a few feet in front of the men after you. Your body shook with nerves. You felt hot and cold at the same time.

"We got you now, Doll." He growled as you rolled your eyes.

"There's only one person who gets to call me that," You called back, not moving a muscle as the doll scanned the crowd of people.

Bodies dropped and you flinched as bullets flew through the air, passing your head.

Bucky's cheeks heated up as Strange walked through the door, with Wong on his tail. All of the team turned to look at him. All except Bucky, of course.

"How's she doing?" He asked in a monotone voice

"Still alive, like I've been trying to tell them." Fury responded with annoyance. "About time you got here."

"You know I protect multiple universes and timelines, you know that right? Anyways, when are we doing this? My men are on stand-by." He motioned over to Wong, who had walked up to Shang-Chi and Xu Xialing.

"When she finishes the first game. 2 minutes left." He responded, turning his attention back to the monitor.

"Green light!"

Your breath became shallow as the men attacked you from behind, and you immediately flip one over your shoulder. With a swift kick to the face you knock him out, you spin around quickly to deliver a swift punch to his stomach. Kicking his side he gives you a right hook to the cheek, knocking you to the ground.

"Red light!"

You freeze, the three men towering over you.

"Fuck.." Tony shakes his head, running his hands over his face. The team is on the edge of their seats, watching with anticipation.

Nat's eyes are glued to the screen, mapping out exactly how she'd want you to take them out. Just like she had trained you. And much to your surprise, you did effortlessly.

"Green light!" With a swift sweep kick under the legs you knock the man off his feet, your elbow meeting the other man's nose.

"That's my girl!" Natasha yelled out like a proud aunt, fist bumping the air.

Player 456 glanced back and watched in awe, as his friend with glasses tugged his sleeve.

The small girl that was pinned under two dead man is now kicking 3 of their asses who are alive.

"Gi-Hun! We have to go now! Forget about her!" He yelled, running with his friend.

With one final grunt, you kicked the man on the ground in the nose as hard as you could while then quickly head butting the man in front of you, knocking him out cold. You sprint on your feet, catching up to the man who graciously saved you.

Glancing back you see the men try to get up and stumble, just as the doll's head turns towards them.

"Red light!"

Their bodies fall to the ground with a thud, gunshots ringing through the air. As you froze you felt the blood dripping out of your nostrils.

"I think I broke my nose," You whimper, the two men on your side hearing you.

"What the hell was that? Are you okay?" He whispers, not daring to move his head. You don't respond, trying to regain your bearings.

"Damn," Sam commented.

"She did head butt him quite hard," Wanda commented, a proud tone coming from her voice.

"Just make it to the end, (Y/N).." Loki said, making Thor glance at him. He could of swore he saw worry on his brothers usual stone cold expression. He made a mental note to tease him later.

"Green light!"

The more you ran, the more your breath felt labored. You just wanted this to be over. No amount of money is worth whatever game this is. And whoever is betting on these people are sick and twisted in the fucking head.

The more bodies started to drop, the more your adrenaline did most of the work. You were painted with blood, and stained with memories that would never escape your head.

"Red light!"

You stopped at a woman's body, whose eyes were staring blankly into your lively ones. The image haunted you as the hole in the middle of her forehead was oozing blood.

This was the first time Bucky looked away from the screen, as well as most of the team. This was horrifying to watch, let alone participate in.

"I never thought it was real," Shang-Chi admitted. His sister nodded in agreement.

"It was always a thing talked about our entire lives growing up, a scary story used to tell your friends.."

"It's a good thing we're putting an end to it then." Steve spoke, slowly looking back to the monitor.

"Green light!"

By this time you weren't far from the finish line, making you sweat. There were other players screaming from the other side to run, and as much as your legs burned you didn't stop.

You ran behind player 456, his chest panting from exhausted breaths. You're both almost there. Yet so far away.

"COME ON (Y/N)!" Thor yells, startling everyone. Everyone starts cheering in desperation, as if they could hear her through the monitor.

As he's running, his foot slips on a dead man's arm on the ground making him loose his balance.

"Red Light!"

Without thinking, you quickly extend your hand and grab his jacket, freezing your position. You were holding him, his nose inches from the dirt on the ground.

He gasps, his hands not moving in the air as the doll scans the crowd once again. His eyes drift up to the timer.

"15 seconds," Tony chokes out, his hands gripping the table until his knuckles turn white. "God damn it, (Y/N).."

Of course you'd save someone any chance you could. You'd put down your life before anybody's if it meant sparing them. It's the good in you.

The avengers sat silent in the room, praying to any god that was in or out of the room you didn't drop the man you were holding.

Who was twice your size.

Your arms started to burn as well as your eyes, as you grunt in pain. Blood was still slowly pouring out of your nose, making you dizzy.

The team watched you, covered in blood, holding onto the players jacket for dear life.

You closed your eyes and focused, zoning in on the thought of reuniting with Bucky again. Grounding you to your surroundings.

His warmth. His smell. His voice. His embrace wrapping you like nothing would ever harm you. You loved how you felt when you were with him. How he made you feel. The version of you that comes out when he's in the room makes you happy.

And if you were going to tell him that, you needed to be alive to do it.

"Green light!"

Your eyes snap open as player 456 scrambles to his feet rushing to the finish line.

"5 seconds.." Wanda says with panic, standing on her feet.

You ran as fast as you could, tears clouding your vision. The pain in your chest was numb as your body heaved with every second that passed.

As the doll's head turned its head one final time, you hurled yourself over the finish line just as the clock strikes zero, player #456 landing at your side.

"YES!" Tony yelled, jumping to his feet. The group yelled in delight as you reached the finish line, some shedding happy tears and hugs. You had survived even with people attempting to sabotage the game.

Fury had a proud smile crawl across his face, as Strange rolled his eyes. He knew you were going to make it anyways.

You coughed, rolling on your back. You sat up, angling the camera at the field so it could capture the last massacre of resining players. You closed your eyes, not wanting to see more innocent lives to be taken.

"Are you okay?" A voice said, making you open your (Y/E/C) eyes. It was the man who had saved you, and you saved him.

You stuttered for words, unsure of what to say trying to overcome the shock of the events that had taken places.

"Y-Yeah, I'm good. Are you..?" You trailed off, unsure of what to say. He nodded, his eyebrows stitched in concern.

"Your nose, it's bleeding.." He pointed out, which then you took this opportunity to touch your nose. He was right, it was bleeding. There was a lot of blood on your originally white shirt, it was unclear if it was yours or someone else's. You shrugged.

"Thank you for helping me," You said, touching his shoulder with a smile. His eyes widened in a incredulous manner.

"Thank me? Thank YOU! I don't know how you managed to hold me! That was amazing!" He gushed, shaking you by the hand. You glanced up to see his friend giving you an apologetic smile.

"Really, it's no problem. I had no idea what I was walking into.." You said, emphasizing the last part of your sentence in hopes Fury was listening in.

Relief washed over the team as you chatted with the man, him thanking you profusely. The only thought in their mind was to take down the assholes who run this shitshow. Nat couldn't stop saying how proud she was of you, using all the moves she'd been working on with you for weeks now.

Loki and Thor were impressed and equally happy you had managed to fight assassins trying to compromise your ability to make it to the end of the game.

Cutting the small talk off in a fuss, Fury quickly explained the plain to ambush the facility to the team, one of the main goals is to get you out alive and seek medical attention.

The team suited up as the monitor showed you going back to the area you had woken up in.

"Gi-Hun," The man said, approaching you at your bunk as you tried to clean up the blood on your nose.

"I'm sorry?" You responded, not being able to hear well. With all the gunshots, you weren't able to hear much without a constant ringing.

"Gi-Hun is my name," He said a bit louder, taking a seat next to you. You smiled. He seemed to be a man you could trust, but you were strictly told to stay with your undercover identity.

"(Y/F/N)," You responded with you fake name, shaking his hand.

"Sorry. Can't hear much since the last game." You replied, shaking your head.

He chuckled. "I don't think any of us can,"

"Why are you here?" He questioned with kind eyes, having trouble how someone young like you ended up in this madness.

"Homeless. No family. No husband or boyfriend. No kids." You responded shortly, your gaze drifting into the middle of the floor. Your eyes scanned the guards who stood in front of the door, tuning out whatever Gi-Hun was saying.

They should be here any minute now.

You grew anxious, wanting this to all be over. Be back in your bed. Or Bucky's arms.

Just then a spark started to omit from the middle of the room, which the guards noticed immediately, calling for back up.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go. I hope everything works out. Thank you again," You interrupted Gi-Hun who nodded with furrowed eyebrows, until his gaze was covered in confusion when he saw the sparks himself.

Careful not to blow your cover, you stood by the bunks to observe 2 waves of soldiers come out of the doors.

Shit.

Shortly after Steve, Tony, Wanda, and Shang-Chi walked through the portal, it quickly shutting behind them.

"Weapons down, and nobody gets hurt."

Tony's voice is like music to your ears, a wave of comfort overflowing your body.

You knew they'd come for you, but the anxiety in your head tried convincing you otherwise.

A smile creeped on your face, but quickly dropped as the weapons were aimed in unison at your friends.

"Wanda, NOW!" Steve yelled, throwing his shield and knocking with weapons out of a group of the guards. Tony and Shang-Chi start to fight the guards, as more flood the room. She quickly casts a shield over the players, scrunching her face in focus.

"Everyone stay where you are!" She yells to the players, scanning the crowd until her eyes fall onto you. You smile, running up to her.

"You guys came for me!" You say, blood covering your exhausted face.

"Of course we did! Go help them kick ass!" She giggles, keeping the shield on the players while also taking out guards.

The rest of the team are through out the building, basically taking down the operation on the inside with Strange and Wong. They found the game manager and held in in restraints as the sponsors were caught and identified one by one.

You quickly run over and start fighting the guards one after one, with poor combat skills. Suddenly you're back to back with Steve, fighting off a large group of guards.

"It's good to see you Cap," You yell, shooting two pistols you had picked up off the ground. "But I'm ready to go home."

"What? Not having fun? We were going to red rover next," He says jokingly as we slowly start to decrease the number of guards until there were none.

Panting, you put your hands on your knees as Wanda drops the shield and asks if everyone is okay.

"(Y/N)!" Tony yells, his face shield retracting in his suit to reveal his face. You sigh with relief and hug him tightly, his chin resting on your head.

"I'm glad you're okay," He grumbles as the rest of the team flows in to check for injures with any of the players.

You tear yourself away from him and give him thankful eyes, until your gaze meets Bucky's. Butterflies swirl in your stomach and your heart pounds in your ears as your legs carry you into his embrace.

"You did so good Doll," He whispers, peppering your blood stained hair with kisses.

"I missed you Bucky," You say, hugging him for dear life. "So much."

You look up into his gorgeous eyes, his pained expression scanning your face. Your face was bruised and bloody. But it didn't make you appear any less beautiful.

"Stop acting like a pussy and kick their asses huh?" He muses, his eyes darting between your eyes and lips.

If there was anytime you should do it, it should be now. You glance down at his lips, and back into his eyes.

Without thinking your lips meet, moving in unison. Fireworks spread from your chest down into your stomach, his hands tangling into your hair. He kissed you like it was his last breath before going underwater, filled with passion and love.

"You have no idea," You panted, out of breath. "How long I've wanted you to do that."

#marvel #marvel x reader #squid game #squid game x reader #shang chi #black widow #loki x reader #thor x reader #tony stark #mcu fic #mcu crossover #fanfic #marvel fanfiction #bruce banner #wanda maximoff #sam wilson #steve rodgers x reader #gi hun #sang woo #xu shangqi #xu xialing #stephen strange

[xialing-tenrings]

consider this: shang-chi in san francisco, 14 years old, hiding from his father, and he enrolls in the most dastardly corporation ever known to man:

the american public education system

#fanfic writers get on it #I could totally see him either becoming the coolest kid immediately or getting picked on asap #shang chi #shang chi and the legend of the ten rings #shangqi #xu shangqi #shang-chi #scatlottr #marvel #mcu #marvel memes

[revenge-of-the-shit]

Look I just think that Wu Zetian would have an extremely interesting dynamic with Xu Wenwu. The only Empress of China (the rest were Empress Dowagers, there's a difference) who rooted out corruption in the court, destroyed whole family lines to stop hereditary positions from being placed in the Imperial palace, and also boasted multiple military victories during her reign? The extremely complex and powerful Empress who created her own Dynasty during her lifetime (the Wu Zhou Dynasty, which is still debated by scholars) and gave the middle finger to sexist scholars who tried to villify her in historical recollections? Other than Ying Li, I fully believe that Wu Zetian would have won when facing against Wenwu, except Zetian would have leveraged her significant political strength and her intellect without lifting a single finger.

I just want a TV show revolving around how Wenwu consolidated his power throughout Imperial China and how he interacted with the different dynastic lines and I want to see Chinese politics and history and culture - what did he do during the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms? What did he do when China was fractured and controlled by warlords after the fall of the Qing in 1911? Did he ever collaborate with the Emperors during the Tang Dynasty? Did he collaborate with Chinggis Khan? Did the Imperial powers utilize him as a military power while he secretly carved out his own underground empire? I must know

#annessarose rambles #non sw #possible fanfic idea...? #xu wenwu #wu zetian #chinese history #shang qi #shangqi #wenwu #tony leung #as you can tell I am starved for good chinese representation in western media #I've seen a bunch of c-dramas but it isn't the same #mainland & HK culture are very different from diaspora culture

[dawnsedits]

From the Ashes of Secrets - Chapter 1

Shang-Chi spoilers!

Katy didn’t love Shaun. Not romantically, anyway. But Shangqi?

Yeah. She loves Shangqi.

Shangqi/Katy ~ 1k ~ AO3 ~ Chapter 2

Katy didn’t fall in love with Shaun.

Oh, he was cute, don’t get her wrong. The dorky, lonely boy she grew up with, who tried to hide how somber and broody he got sometimes, who went out and sang karaoke with her until way too late at night. He had brightened her life from the moment he had very confusedly thanked her for jumping in front of that bully, from the first time he had screamed at her to slow down because it wasn’t their car, and she had never regretted barreling into his life for a moment.

Despite that, though, the simple fact remained that he was hiding from her.

She knew it wasn’t anything personal – she saw that look in his eye when the conversation steered too close to his past, that weight that settled over him that he tried to pretend he wasn’t carrying. Whatever had gone down in his life before they met, it was dark, and he didn’t want to talk about it, and she could understand that.

But she couldn’t fall in love with that.

He was her best friend, no doubt about that. She would do anything for him. She trusted him. He was part of her family. And she couldn’t – wouldn’t – imagine life without him. But if he couldn’t give all of himself to her, then she wouldn’t give that one last part of herself to him.

So they were best friends, and it was amazing. They worked together, played together, ate together, complained together, did stupid stuff together, went through every day together. They were inseparable, and she loved their life, and she wouldn’t change a thing.

Until that day on the bus.

Until suddenly he was fighting like he’d been doing it all his life, because apparently he had been, and, oh yeah, his name wasn’t actually Shaun. Until suddenly he was telling her that his dad was an ancient warlord, that his own family was trying to kill him, that he had been trained and raised to be an assassin, and that he had to drop everything and run off to protect the sister she’d never known he had, and suddenly, she was agreeing to go do that with him.

And things only got crazier from there.

She learned all about the weight that lonely boy carried. She learned about the mother he lost, about the sister he abandoned, about the man he killed, about all the pain his father inflicted in the name of revenge. She learned about everything he had never wanted to tell her, everything that had built that one last wall that still stood between them.

And the bombshells kept coming.

Together, they learned that magic was real. Well, duh, it always had been, because the Avengers were a thing, but like, now it was in their lives, which was totally different. His mother was from another dimension that wasn’t a fairytale, and it was full of beauty and wonder, and they met his aunt for the first time, who was apparently a kickass Airbender lady, and also, soul-sucking monsters and dragons were real, and they fought the monsters with a dragon and won, and in doing so, lost every last shred of naivety they’d had left and discovered parts of themselves that had long been buried by that comfortable, secret-cushioned life back in San Francisco.

When she limped out of the ashes of her first battle, when he came running to her from the back of the dragon that had saved his life, they were different people. When they hugged, when they dove into each other’s arms and didn’t let go, it was a goodbye to their old selves as much as it was a reunion with each other.

They were adults now. She was an archer. He was a superhero.

Together, they saved the world.

Together, they learned who they really were.

And that was when she started falling in love.

He still had her best friend’s smile, her best friend’s laugh. He still sang karaoke with her. He still screamed at her to slow down when she drove too fast. He was still everything that had become familiar and beloved during their decade together, everything that had cheered her up on the worst days, everything that the best days would’ve been empty without. He was still everything she remembered from before their lives changed forever.

But now he showed her all his scars, holding her with calloused hands. Now he told her all the stories he had hidden, stories of joy and love, stories of pain and sorrow. When the conversations steered towards his past, when she saw the weight in his eyes, she reached for him now, and he trusted her to hold him, trusted her to share that weight. And in return, when her own newfound pain came for her, when she missed the simple days or woke screaming with Guang Bo’s death burned into her memory, he was at her side, helping her through it, comforting her in all the ways that had been impossible when he had kept that wall between them.

It was on one of those nights – well, more like the morning after one of those nights – that she said it for the first time.

They lay curled up in each other’s arms, drifting awake as morning sunlight slanted through the windows to coat them in a soft golden glow. His heart beat beneath her hand, his bruised chest and her scraped knuckles stark reminders of the struggle that had filled the day before and stalked their dreams that night, but with his warmth and quiet strength wrapped around her, she felt safer than anywhere else in the world.

Yeah, it was sappy and cliché, but it was true.

And it was all possible because he had learned to trust her as much as she trusted him.

How could she not love that?

How could she not love him?

“Hey.” He smiled at her, sleepy and reassuring, taking her hand into his, twining their fingers together over his heart. “Feeling better?”

In response, she leaned over and kissed him, whispering those words against his lips.

“I love you, Shangqi.”

#katy chen #xu shangqi #shang-chi #shangchi x katy #katy chen fanfic #xu shangqi fanfic #shang-chi fanfic #shang-chi spoilers #marvel #mcu #my fanfic

[lovelybarnes]

main masterlist . marvel masterlist . requests

key:

angst- * fluff- + humor- # sad- ^ requested- ·

hotel california ·+ sleepover request: clingy fluff with shangqi

pillow +· request: (PF18) person a making their pillow smell like person b when they’re away + (DF1) “you sleep cute.“

protector +· requested! (DA32) “are those bruises?” + (DA19) “touch her, and i’ll murder you.”

water *· request: (DA6) “you just flinched.” with shangqi please?

love and nature + # · NEW! request! (PH2) person a and b stranded on a raft in the middle of a lake+(DF28) “my mom wants to know when we’re having kids.”+(PK7) person a peppering kisses all over person b’s face

#xu shangqi #xu shang chi #xu shang-chi #shang-chi #shanqi x reader #shangqi x you #shangqi imagine #shangqi x y/n #shangqi x reader #shangqi x reader fluff #shang chi x you #shang chi x reader #shang chi x y/n #shang-chi x y/n #shang-chi fanfic #shang chi fluff #shang chi fic #shang chi fanfiction #shangqi fic #shangqi fanfic #shangqi fanfiction #shanqi fluff #shangqi masterlist #xu shanqi masterlist #xu shangqi x reader #xu shang-chi x reader #xu shang-chi masterlist #shang-chi masterlist #xu shanqi fluff #xu shang-chi fluff

[babyboiboyega]

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! 

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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.

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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

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