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Clean Success
Shang-Chi x Reader (Cop AU)
A/N: Initially had a buddy cop idea but plot wise led me here? Hope you enjoy! Feedback and reblogs always appreciated!❤️ Did you also see the DC references?😉
Warnings: None. Pining idiot perhaps?😬
Summary: A mission leads to certain confessions.
“Remind me why we are eating Japanese Barbecue again?”
You take the tong from Shang-Chi’s hand, flipping the piece of sirloin. “That’s Yakiniku to you. And we’re here because of your intel so would you stop being so fidgety and eat!” You grit through your clenched teeth.
Shang-Chi stabs the cooked meat, bringing it to his mouth like a child who had just got told off by his mother not to play with his food.
Walking into the restaurant had assaulted his ears, from the sizzling of meat on the hot plate to the clinking of drinks in the form of beer glasses. A gust of steam blows in his direction, making him push his chair back immediately.
“That was low.”
You give him a withering stare, putting the meat on his rice once again. “Quit being such a baby. It’s all part of the experience.”
“What is? The part of being suffocated by smoke?”
“I thought you liked barbecue.” You asked, genuinely puzzled at his grumpy demeanour.
“Yeah, but have you seen how cramped this place is?” And the fact that my plans on taking you to have the exact same barbecue is ruined. Shang-Chi conveniently leaves the latter out.
The tables were haphazardly arranged that the chairs could be touched at an arm’s length. Still, it was a typical barbecue restaurant setting. You wanted to nudge him a little further, only to be interrupted by a new presence.
“Wait! The target’s arrived, at your six.” You take a sip of iced tea, eyes following the movement of the supposed target in question. Shang-Chi pretends to stretch, turning his back to see the mysterious man clad in a burgundy suit. How was he not sweating in this man- made heat?
“Damn it,” you hissed. “Lost visual. We need to find out what’s in that case. The moment he’s gone, we can kiss that case goodbye.”
Shang-Chi sees a waiter hurriedly throwing on an apron, promptly getting to work. He sees the staff room and gets an idea…
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“This is your idea. Really?”
“Hey! You want to get that case or not?” Shang-Chi pushes the cart of meat that was meant for the private room where mystery man was inside.
Masquerading as waiters, all that had to be done was to get in and grab the case without them noticing. Simple right?
As the two of you neared the room, you managed to peek through the tainted glass. Although you couldn’t get clear visual, that armour gave you a good idea of who was the buyer.
“God damn it Shang-Chi does your informant not tell you anything at all?”
Puzzled, Shang-Chi beckons you to move. Another man with silver hair sits opposite the target, carefully inspecting the case while his guard stands behind, as if daring burgundy man to make a move.
“Oh shit.”
Oh shit was the right word. In the room sat crime boss Carmine Falcone and Slade Wilson - aka Deathstroke, assassin for hire.
“Forget the target! We need to bring them in!” Shang-Chi is brought back to the present, seeing you remove the pistol from your holster. Oh this was going to be very bad…
“No! I know what you’re thinking but no!” Shang-Chi is firm on this. “Fury said minimal damage and the case is of priority. Falcone and Wilson can wait another day.” He stealthily snaps several pictures of the meeting.
“Who did you- oh never mind. Just follow my lead.” You make a beeline for the staircase to exit the restaurant.
“What lead?” Shang-Chi was left utterly bemused as to what kind of signal you would give.
What he did not expect, was a gunshot through the windows, throwing the private room into chaos.
“God damn it!” He grits through his teeth. You could have at least given him a warning. Now the men in the room were simultaneously running for cover towards the sliding doors where Shang-Chi was standing like a deer in the headlights.
The situation left him no choice but to go on the offensive. You always left him with the dirty work.
While everyone in the room was trying to find the source of the gunshot, Shang-Chi maintained his guise as waiter, dodging past the barrage of security and Slade himself to grab the case that was left unattended in a corner. No time to waste.
Shang-Chi had barely gotten a foot out when-
“Wait! Where’s the case!” Falcone bellowed, looking around the room before setting his sights on Shang-Chi’s retreating back.
Just perfect.
“GET HIM!”
Shang-Chi didn’t need to be told twice, speeding down the stairs and out of the restaurant, he removes the apron, throwing it behind him.
Legs pumping, he looks back to find that the assassin was gaining quickly on him. His brain was on overdrive, considering all possible escape routes.
A pair of hands reach out to grab his sleeve, pulling him into an alleyway. Shang-Chi is finally reunited with you.
“I said to grab the case not bring a bloodthirsty assassin with you.” You and your smartass remarks.
Shang-Chi comes up with a retort but finds it stuck in his throat, seeing how close he is to you in this tight space. “Not my fault that you left without instructions!”
“Oh, so you finally admit I’m the brains between the two of us?”
Somehow, Shang-Chi is sure you’re doing this on purpose to get under his skin. And he likes it. But he can’t let you win this quickly. He still has his own pride after all.
“No… what I’m saying is that you need to work on your communication!” He stumbles and fails to hide it miserably. You smirk.
“Don’t you?” You move closer to him.
Shang-Chi blinks, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Funny but a little bird told me about a certain someone wanting to have Barbecue this weekend with me but didn’t have the… guts.”
Damn it Katy. He tries to ignore the close proximity of your lips as you teased him.
“Perhaps that was why he was so grumpy when we had a mission here.” You pretend to tap your chin thoughtfully. “Maybe I’ll bring agent Spector here next time-”
That’s it. Shang-Chi locks his lips with you, pressing his body into your own. He’s not going to stop anytime.
In fact, he’s going to make it the most mind blowing kiss you ever had. So good that you won’t be able to remember another man’s name.
Parting slowly, you lean your forehead on his.
“Wow…”
“Don’t blame you, my kiss is literally breathtaking.” Shang-Chi is back to his usual self as he banters with you once more.
Your eyes dart nervously around your surroundings before bashfully slapping him on the shoulder. “You had to ruin the moment didn’t you?”
“You liked it.” He grins, raising his hands in defeat. “But you got me. I was planning to take you out for dinner… if you’re still up for it?”
How could you say no to those doe-eyes?
“Of course, I would love to.” You nod, forcing back a laugh at your smiley partner.
“Although I hate to break up the moment but we should really get this case back to Fury before Wilson or anyone else finds us stuck in between this sorry excuse of an alley.”
“Oh- oh yeah!” Shang-Chi snaps out of his bliss, remembering the mission.
Taking the case in one hand, he offers his free hand to you which you gladly take, running to the rendezvous point.
Falcone and Wilson may have escaped, but today’s mission was a clean success.
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CUDDLING WITH SHANG-CHI
A/n: I can't stop thinking about this HC; I just know he gives the best cuddle time ever.
Warning: None! So much fluff, sugary sweets that rot your teeth (and silly moments).
Shang-Chi is definitely a human heater.
Love to wrap his arm around you and kiss the back of your neck.
You guys would chit-chat about anything tbh.
The cuddle always ends with you and him having a nap.
And this is where the fun part begins lol
Listen, I know Shang-Chi (personally; source? Trust me bro) and I'm not going to romanticize everything about this man.
He falls asleep very fast and is a heavy sleeper.
He still holds you very close to him, not in a suffocating way, but in a snuggling way.
But Shang-Chi sleeps like a log, and on some days he will be slightly snoring.
He is always the big spoon at the start of cuddling and ends up as the little spoon when you guys wake up.
Specifically, when you wake up
Like I said, he is a heavy sleeper, and the fact that you're beside him makes him feel even more relaxed and happy, so that boy ain't waking up soon.
And if you do manage to wake him up, he will say "5 more minutes, babe" without opening his eyes.
Later on, you check on him, and he's like this 💀💀
Nothing can beats cuddling time with Shang-Chi tbh; it's not a big deal but just being in his presence is enough to make you feel safe.
Idk I feel his energy and vibe; I cannot explain it (and I'm a person who absolutely hates being touched).
#shang chi headcanon#shang chi x you#shang chi x reader#shang chi imagine#shang chi fanfiction#shang chi fluff#xu shangqi#xu shang chi#shang chi and the legend of the ten rings#simu liu#marvel x reader#marvel headcanons#mcu fic#mcu imagine#mcu x reader
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Until I Found You
Pairing: Xu Shangqi x !Avenger f. reader
Genre: angst + fluff + minimal smut
Warnings: questioning of the multiverse, mentions of death, crying, pillow talk, handjob, initial penetration
Summary: Shangqi questions how different his life would be in another universe, but realizes it’s not worth living in without you.
Word Count: 1k
Notes: I went through the ‘if the multiverse was real’ trend on tik tok, hence why this is so feelsy 😅🥲 Huge thank you to @sparkledfirecracker for helping me with the angst and fluff aspects and to @geekygee01 for the finishing touches!! I greatly appreciate y’all 💖Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊
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Shangqi enjoyed when you showered him with love and attention every now and then, but you noticed that he was more touchy feely than normal. It didn’t change the way you went about your day, nor did it change the way you love him. But you were curious as to what got him in this kind of mood. It got to the point where your signs of affection weren’t enough so after dinner, he dragged you into his room to passionately fuck you. An hour later, your lover spilled his taint inside you, pecking small kisses over your sweaty face.
Shangqi collapsed onto the bed next to you, lungs begging for fresh air as he came down from the blissful high that you brought him to. You giggled next to him, staring at the ceiling as if looking straight into the pearly gates of heaven. Your hands linked together in the middle of the bed, and then your eyes met like a magnet pulled you towards one another.
“You still with me, Princess?” your super boyfriend asked, dragging his thumb over your hand.
You smiled, “Yeah, just needed to catch my breath.”
“C’mere Princess, I wanna hold you.” You obligingly rolled over until your naked body was flush against Shangqi’s and he instantly wrapped his arms around you.
“Someone’s extra cuddly and affectionate today,” you teased, smiling until your cheeks were sore. What Shangqi was about to say next made you regret poking fun at him.
“I’m sorry if I’m too much, baby. I just don’t want you to leave me.” He hid his face into the crook of your neck. Your heart hurt like a bee had stung it and the wound swelled against your chest.
“Woah, now,” you frowned, worry and melancholy laced in your voice. “I love you and I would never leave you. Why would you ever think that?” Not a peep came from Shangqi as his face stayed buried there. You called out his name, almost like a whisper, causing him to peek his head out. His brown eyes glistened with tears that were aching to fall down his face.
“This is gonna sound silly.” As much as you wanted to retort and disagree with him, you allowed him to speak his mind. “Last night, I had a dream that you died while fighting the Scarlet Witch–well, Wanda–and I obviously didn’t take your death very well, so I joined her in helping her find her sons. And in turn, she promised to help me find a universe where we could be together again. The thing is, Wanda knew all along that there wouldn’t be a universe where you loved me because I followed the footsteps of my father. You only saw me as a killer.” Shangqi paused. Not because he was waiting for a response from you, but because he was fighting the urge to choke on his words.
“You know something. I was always curious about the multiverse. After my father died, I wondered what my life would be like if both my mother and father were still alive. Maybe I wouldn’t have had to spend my whole childhood learning to become an assassin. Maybe my relationship with my sister wouldn't be so strained. Maybe my mom and dad would have grown old together like they wanted. We could’ve been happy. We could’ve been a real family. But then I realized other things. I would’ve never met Katy. I would’ve never taken the rings. I wouldn’t have met your dad and become an Avenger.” Shangqi’s voice began to crack as a tear finally trickled down his cheek. “Most of all, I would never have met you.” His head burrowed into your neck again, sobbing while squeezing you tenderly against him. Your fingers combed through his hair tossled from your previous activities. You allowed him to cry until he was ready to continue.
“I don’t know how many other universes there are—I’d actually rather not know—-but I don’t ever want to live in a universe without you in it. I can’t live without you, Princess.” His words struck a chord deep inside you. He plucked that chord inside you as his wet tears permeated your collarbone. It didn’t register that you had been crying until a salty tear dripped onto your lip and you struggled to breathe out of your nose.
“Shangqi, look at me.” Your hand caressed his tear stained cheek, causing him to peer into your loving eyes. His vision was blurry due to his tearful eyes, but he still managed to find your gaze. “It was just a dream. I’m here and I’m safe with you. I didn’t have the privilege of jumping universes with Strange and America, but I doubt that you became your father in every universe. And I refuse to believe that I hated you in every universe.” You pressed your lips to his temple, leaving them there for a few seconds. He grinned slightly behind the sniffles.
“Your mind is playing games with you and I don’t want you listening to them. I love you, Shangqi, and nothing will ever change that.” While you talked, Shangqi rested his hand over yours on his cheek, drawing circles over your hand with his thumb. He loved how you always knew the right words to say that would make him feel better. After the years of pain he went through, you and your love were exactly what he needed.
Another tear trailed down your eye as your lips curled into a warm smile. “No matter how many universes there are in the multiverse, I hope every variant of me is lucky enough to be loved by you.”
Shangqi wasted no time in pulling you closer to him so he could kiss you. His lips molded against yours as if they were made to be sculpted together. He traced your bare skin with his taut hands, cherishing your ethereal curves. Without breaking the kiss, you threw your leg over his hips, hoisting yourself up so you can straddle him. Shangqi grinned against your lips at the sudden maneuver.
“Let me prove to you that I love you and will never leave you.” As you moved down his legs, Shangqi watched you with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. Grasping his cock, you stroked him until he was pulsing with desire in your hands. His raspy whimpers caused your core to slicken and throb with need. You were eager for him to fill you with his love.
“I love you, Princess. I love you so much.” You gazed into his brown eyes as you sunk on top of him, mouths falling ajar and eyebrows furrowed in the middle. Once you were connected at your groins, your lips crashed against his, drinking each other’s moans while your hips moved against one anothers to a beat that was made for the two of you.
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It's the little things [Shang-chi x reader]
Description: It's in the mornings that Shang-chi realizes all the little things that make him love you.
Warning: cuddles, make-out session, Shang-chi being a dork
A/N: I obviously don't own any of the characters.
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What Shang-chi always loved about days in bed with you was the you part. He loved being able to bask in your presence, admire the little crinkle you made with your nose when you felt at ease, relaxed. Just in a good place. He had always been fascinated with the way you had invaded his place when you had first started dating.
It wasn't a bad thing, the invasion part, he loved it. You had arrived and what he thought of as an apartment turned into something more of a home. He was eager to come back to his place, and not for the same reasons this time. He loved being able to come home to someone and spend time with them.
Now you were deeply asleep. He could hear your little snore, which he found just adorable. It just made him to cuddle with you more, and that is what he did. Tightening his grip on your frame, he didn't even notice that smile that crept from behind his cheeks; as he got more comfortable in the position you two were in.
"I can feel you stare at me." You said, eyes still closed. From the way his breathing had changed, you could tell. You didn't want to open your eyes yet, you didn't feel awake enough.
"Oh yeah? And what if I am?" He asked. You feigned thinking about it with a low hum when you already knew the answer.
"Then it's rude. When people sleep, you don't stare at them. You said, your voice failing to hide your chuckle. You would have stared too, had you woken up before him.
"I'm sorry. Can't help myself when the eighth wonder of the world's in front of me." Now you had opened your eyes, you couldn't believe he was saying this. It probably was one of his worst pick up lines ever.
"That's one of the worst pickup line I've heard in a while. And I worked as bartender once." You said, laughing this time. You were becoming fully awake by now.
Now that she was looking at him, he really took the time to observe her eyes. They were now his favorite color. He thought he could look at them forever. And maybe that was true.
"Okay, I'll admit it's not the best one I've got. You gotta excuse cause it's like six in the morning." He said while yawning. Then, he started leaving kisses on the skin of your neck, making you giggle. It probably had become one of his favorite sounds. Soon after, you had enough of his kisses tickling you; so you took his face in your hands and gave him a proper kiss. A tender one, which turned into a making out session. You two were so engrossed by each other that when the alarm clock rung, you preferred to ignore it. But it didn't stop rigging, and thus you've had to stop.
"You gotta go to work. The bed's all mine now." You said, spreading your limbs on the mattress once he got out of bed.
He had to go to work, and he hated work.
Before leaving, though, he made sure to kiss you goodbye.
"Love you babe!" He said before opening the door.
"Love you Casanova."
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A Fall Day
A/N: Just another random one-shot in my Stark!Verse
TBH my heart just isn’t in writing and posting anymore. So IDK what to expect from me from here on out unless something SUPER inspires me and I can’t let the idea go.
Pairings/Characters: Shangqi x Stark!Reader; Bucky Barnes x Reader (platonic) Katy Chen x Xu Xialing (mentioned) Katy Chen x Bucky Barnes
Warnings: cursing, Bucky’s brooding face, mini roast sessions, Stark bullshit, breakup mentioned, mostly fluffy stupid nonsense
Summary: We interrupt your previously scheduled one-shot for a chance at some random fluff fall goodness:
You two haven’t had a chance to just hang out and be regular people to enjoy the changing season. So, to remedy this, your doting husband has a plan up his sleeve for a great day, which is made only great by the presence of two good friends.
Previous Chapter: A New Fear (not DIRECTLY after, can go in any place really)
This was simply magical. You know what? Maybe you really did have a good reason to marry your husband, because sometimes, he really just did his best work to knock you off your feet.
Fall, the best season of them all, had arrived, and your husband had a plan set the second the coffee shops dropped all their pumpkin products.
First, he started your day with a pumpkin beverage. Could your AI have made it for you or ordered it? Yes, absolutely, but where was the care if, for once, he didn’t go out and pick it up so he could hand deliver it to you in bed?
Yawning, you opened one eye, ready to yell at him for waking the sleeping beast until you saw the drink. You gasped, shot up in bed, and stretched your hands out to grab the drink. Smirking, Shangqi placed the drink into your hands and watched as you greedily chugged it.
“And good morning to you, babe,” he said with a smile on his face. “When you finish that, get ready, I’ve got plans today.”
“Oh?” You asked after finally pulling away from the drink when it was half gone. “What’s going on?”
“You’ll see.”
“Is Katy coming?”
“She’ll be joining a little later. Bucky’s in town. He’s letting her try out a motorcycle.”
“Hm ,Bucky’s in town and didn’t come say hi first? I’m offended,” you hummed and sipped your drink some more, watching Shangqi’s facial expressions closely to try to guess what was going on. “We’re not going on a mission, are we?”
“What? No!” He laughed. “No. I just thought you could use a day out, and I know you love fall, so….”
“So!?”
“So there’s the Autumn Moon Festival in Chinatown. There’s tons of food, cooking demonstrations, acrobatics and martial arts, storytellers, and a parade, obviously,” he explained to you. “It’s no apple-picking in Upstate New York, but —“
“That sounds good,” You nodded and placed your empty cup in his hand before sitting up on your knees, leaning forward, and pressing your lips to his. “So…breakfast there, then?”
“There’s a pumpkin muffin waiting for you for the car ride.”
You sighed happily and draped your arms around his shoulders, “This is why I married you, Shangqi. I hope you know that.”
“I thought it was because I made you a better person and because I’m so damn handsome?”
“Well, I’m glad you’re not pretending it’s your intelligence,” you teased.
He gasped. Shangqi gasped before he pouted, grabbed your waist, and stood up with you. You shrieked with laughter as he dropped the both of you on the bed like a poorly executed wrestling move before he rolled over you, face hovering over yours as he playfully held your wrists to the bed.
“You’re an awful person, Mrs. Stark,” he sighed.
You beamed, “Yes, yes I am, Mr. Xu. Don’t you love it?”
He sighed again, “Yeah, I really do. Come on, get ready. If we get there and all the food is gone, I’m afraid for what you’ll do.”
“Cry, probably. Definitely cry.”
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At the festival, Shangqi could see you were in heaven. There were so many foods to try. The colors and decorations were vibrant and bright, there were beautiful trinkets, like fans, to purchase, and, naturally, you found yourself going overboard on things to buy.
Shangqi was stuffing your mouth with mooncake as the two of you shuffled through the busy streets together. You came across one of the demonstrations and watched on the sidelines as the experts displayed their martial arts prowess.
As you both were watching, you yourself felt like you were being watched. You glanced around curiously, and noticed how everyone was turning to stare at your husband. You smiled softly to yourself. He was completely oblivious to all the attention he was getting. Turning slightly, you tugged on his jacket and leaned in to speak in his ear, “You’ve been recognized, babe.”
Shangqi broke out of his daze and looked around. There were camera phones pointed at him, people talking and whispering, kids staring in awe.
He scoffed, “Nah ,that’s for you, baby —“
“Honey, consider the predominantly Asian neighborhood we are in and the very obvious lack of Asian representation in the superhero world so far,” you sighed as you grabbed his shoulders and gave him a little shake. “It’s for you.”
Shangqi gave another look around as you slipped away from him shouting that ‘bus boy is here.’ He scoffed at the old nickname you used for him, but he quickly recovered as people grabbed his arms and started dragging him over to join the other demonstrators. He looked at you wondering what he should do. You simply nodded and waved your hand in a ‘go on’ motion to prompt him. With a shrug, Shangqi displayed his own fighting prowess.
You watched with a smile on your face. You remembered your own moments when you were first being recognized. The same attention you got from people of your own culture because they felt a connection to you, a hero. It was sweet seeing that with your husband right now. Little kids were trying to follow along with him, and some adults too. People were filming him. He had all the attention.
You ended up turning it into a film session. A family or group of people handed you their phone while you were crouched down on the ground. You took pictures of them with your husband, gave the phone back, and moved it along.
“I didn’t think we’d be working,” Shangqi joked as you two eventually walked away to continue on with your day. “Sorry about that —“
“Enjoy it. All those little kids look at you and see themselves as a hero, adults too! It’s one of the perks of the business,” you smiled and squeezed his hand. “So is that woman that gave me an entire bag of scallion pancakes.”
“You are going to get sick eating all of those.”
“I’m aware, and I don’t care,” you said simply. “I didn’t judge you for eating 20 dumplings, 20!!!”
“Okay, okay,” he laughed and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “How about we go grab some boba — “
“I want egg tarts —“
“And that too,” he nodded. “There’s a Japanese tea ceremony going on. I got tickets to see if you’re interested.”
You nodded, “Yeah, let’s do it.”
With snacks for later and drinks in hand, you two found yourselves viewing a traditional Japanese tea ceremony with other performances. You both were sitting in your seats and observing when you spotted Katy and Bucky across the way. Katy unceremoniously threw a balled up napkin at Shangqi’s face. It smacked him on the cheek and fell on the ground, causing you to stifle your giggles in the middle of this beautiful ceremony.
Afterwards, you all waited for each other outside. You locked eyes with Bucky and gave him the middle finger. He rolled his eyes as he approached, leaning down to kiss you on the cheek before giving Shangqi a hug.
“I guess we’re meeting up earlier than planned,” Katy began. “So, this can only mean one thing —“
“Katy,” Shangqi sighed. “I’m trying to give her a fall day —“
“You don’t even know what I was suggesting.”
“Probably karaoke and booze,” Bucky hummed.
She scoffed, “What? No…”
“Why not,” you shrugged with a laugh. “It’s a San Francisco fall day, right? Let’s do it.”
“See? This is why you married her, she’s smart,” Katy draped an arm around your shoulders as she started to lead you away. “Thank god you’re here now. Bucky was making me look bad in front of everyone.”
“It’s not my fault I speak multiple languages,” he shrugged his shoulders as he and Shangqi walked behind you and Katy.
“It is, Barnes, it absolutely is!” Katy scoffed. “And he ate, like, 20 chicken wings. I can’t tell if I’m scared or turned on.”
“Oh, that’s funny. Shangqi had 20 dumplings.”
“Animals,” Katy shook her head while behind her, Shangqi rolled his eyes and Bucky snorted.
At the usual Karaoke bar, it was a little more crowded than usual with people in the area for the festivals. You guys managed to get a room right before the crowd hit, and you planned on keeping it for as long as you could. The drinks were flowing, Bucky was running out to get snacks to bring back, and you all were screaming your lungs out.
Well, all except—
“Come on, Bucky Bear,” you whined as you grabbed his arm. “You gotta sing a little something.”
Shangqi blinked as he watched you bat your eyes up at Bucky. He wasn’t sure if he was witnessing a nefarious plan, or a drunken confession.
“Fuck off, Stark.”
“Bucky bear!” You whined again, watching the soldier’s nostrils flare as his eyes darkened with an urge to throw you into the ocean. “Please?”
“What is happening?” Shangqi blurted out.
“Bucky loves a damsel in distress so I’m trying to appeal to that to get him to sing,” you explained as you stared up at Bucky. “Is it working?”
Bucky blinked twice as he stared at you in silence before answering, “Not even in your wildest dreams, Stark.”
“….You bitch.”
“I got it,” Katy slammed her drink before setting the glass on the table and marching up to him. She poked him in his chest, “Please sing. My girlfriend ghosted me. I need this.”
“Pity isn’t fair,Katy.”
“But it works, right?”
“Wait. My sister ghosted you?” Shangqi stared at Katy in disbelief. “I am too drunk for all this information. What is happening right now? Katy, are you okay?”
“Oh, sure, dude. My girlfriend’s so busy with work and some new project she’s on that she basically ghosted me and only answered ages later to say it’s done. I’m totally okay — no, I’m not okay. But I will be if Bucky starts to sing…”
Everyone slowly turned to stare at Bucky. The man with a permanent scowl rolled his eyes, grabbed a microphone, and went to pick a song. The three of you cheered while he was picking something.
“I bet it’s old as shit,” Katy whispered. “You were right, Stark, damsel works every time.”
“Told you. One time, I got him to take me to Wendy’s at 1:00 a.m. because I wanted a frosty.”
“Thank god. I thought you were in love with him,” Shangqi sighed in relief. “One super soldier love triangle was enough for me.”
“Ew? Bucky? I could never,” you shuddered at the thought.
Bucky finally picked a song and surprised the three of you. No one would have guessed when or how he came upon this, but given that he’d been through more eras in time than Steve, and had a lot more time on his hands now, maybe this was how he came upon it.
“Hungry eyes,” Bucky sang, going fully into it by thrusting his hips and making a fist against his chest. “One look at you and I can’t disguise!”
This was incredible. The three of you were frozen as you watched him. Was this really happening? Was Bucky a variant? This was insane. Never in your wildest dreams would you have guessed this was happening. It took you off guard so much, that it took you a moment to finally pull out your cell phone and start recording, only for Bucky to run over and rip it out your hand while he was singing and hold it in the air away from you.
“What a bully,” you huffed as Shangqi laughed and wrapped an arm around you. “This was a great day, honey, thank you.”
He beamed and rested his chin on the top of your head as he watched Katy grab a microphone and join in with Bucky, “Yeah? I mean, it’s no fall in New York, but —“
“But this was equally as fantastic. We needed this. Good job, babe,” you patted his chest and turned to kiss him softly on his cheek. “We should check on Xialing, though. That sounded weird.”
“I was just thinking the same thing,” he sighed. “I’m sure it’s fine. I’ll give her a call first.”
“Good,” you nodded. “Maybe take Katy out. Let her pick which car of my dad’s and go have a day together.”
“Are you sure you want to do that?”
“What? Yeah, she’s a great driver. I trust her. Better driver than I am, at least,” you shrugged your shoulders. “Better than you too, grandma.”
“Wow, okay. Wow,” he nodded while you were cackling. “Yeah, yeah, love you too, Y/N.”
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we all have our secrets (5/5) - shangqi x asian!reader
Summary: The aftermath. Xialing and Y/N should stay six feet apart.
Word count: 3.7k
Warnings: demon blood, mention of sex, fluff, mention of sterility, angst, language, mention of violence
Relationship: Xu Shangqi x asian!reader
Author’s note: Because Shangqi decided to be a reasonable person, I had to cut this story one chapter short, since Y/N and Shangqi were supposed to be more on the outs. Forgive me for being a depressed and empty writer who is lacking the motivation to write fight scenes and stuff like that. Keep a look-out for the epilogue, it reveals some tidbits for a future project.
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It was hard to believe that Y/N was able to fend for herself against an army of magical soul suckers. The whole fight felt like a whirlwind in her mind once the flying demon eaters breached through the gate.
At least, Xialing was fighting at her side with her rope dart while Y/N twirled her staff to eliminate as many foes as possible. If the world was ending, she couldn’t wish for a more formidable soldier next to her.
Once the cloud settled from Shangqi's ultimate power move, Y/N breathed shakily. Gory bits of demon flesh rained from the sky before there was only silence.
With her mouth open, Y/N inhaled deeply in shock, at the wet sensation dripping down her hair and face.
Before Y/N could even think about rubbing the side of her face clean, Xialing’s voice yanked her out of her internal musings, “Wow, you’re bathing in demon.”
Y/N turned her body with strained movements while her fingers were tense, afraid of the juices – ugh, even thinking it made her shudder – dripping further. And just like that, she gazed into the unmarred face of Xu Xialing. Oh, how she envied her right now.
“How come you’re—” Y/N waved her fingers in her direction to indicate Xialing's flawless self, even after a violent battle. “—not?”
Xialing shrugged, not losing another thought. “Guess I’m just lucky. I mean, you were literally under a mass of evil soul suckers.”
Y/N stretched out her arms at her sides, trying to see the humor of this situation now that everything was over. “Well, how do I look?”
Smiling indulgently, Xialing assured her with a flirty tone, “You never looked better,” before stepping towards Y/N.
She chuckled, not quite believing her. “If you say so.”
“Come here.” Xialing beckoned her with her index and middle finger on both hands, in an almost dancing motion. Despite those words, Xialing inched closer until they were barely separated by a few inches, Xialing’s soft smile met hers before her fingertips cleaned the residual blood from her skin with a light touch. “You did marvelous out there.”
Y/N gazed into her brown eyes. “Right back at you. Especially that thing you did with your rope dart?”
“You mean when I hit several in the sky at once? It felt spectacular.”
Y/N tilted her head and gazed at her in fascination. “Speaking of the sky, what is it like to ride a dragon by the way?”
Xialing exhaled a dreamy sigh with her eyes closed. “Honestly? Like pure freedom. Almost as good as sex.” At the last word, Xialing smirked wolfishly.
Y/N chuckled and rolled her eyes at Xialing’s aggressive flirt game. “Xialing,” she admonished her with a gravelly grunt.
“Y/N!”
Y/N jumped when she heard Shangqi call out, while feeling Xialing’s fingers linger around her cheeks. Y/N turned her head to glance behind her in anticipation.
Shangqi rushed through the frenzy of the battlefield, as if he was desperately looking for something. The next thing Y/N noticed was his messy hair and a smear of blood against his cheek. Shangqi held his hands to his mouth into an echoing gesture. “Y/N!”
Y/N felt frozen to the spot when Shangqi's brown-eyed gaze stared right at her.
Xialing sighed behind her. “Ever so dramatic.”
Y/N barely registered Xialing’s words when she slowly walked towards him.
Shangqi rushed towards her to close the distance between them.
Getting ready to hug him, surprise filled Y/N at seeing his clenched jaw and the determination on his face. Not knowing what was running through his head.
Shangqi was standing a few feet away from her when, out of nowhere, he pressed his lips against hers with fervor.
Y/N gasped in shock when she felt him cover her cheeks with his hands. It's been far too long since Shangqi kissed her, so she needed some time to react before she lifted her hands until they covered his hands.
Shangqi grunted low in his throat. Inhaling her scent deeply, he pecked her lips not once - but twice - before he nestled his lips against Y/N’s neck and breathed her in. “For a few seconds, the thought hit me that I could have lost you.”
Y/N stroked the back of his head in comfort. “What a horrible way to go. Defeated by flying demons? I’m just glad you’re still alive.”
Y/N slowly lifted Shangqi's lowered head until she could finally look into his eyes again. And seeing the naked vulnerability in them.
Shangqi opened his mouth and the next words coming out of them made Y/N groan out loud, “And you look horrible.”
“God, Yelena. Can’t you just be serious for once?”
Yelena’s green eyes sparkled with mischief. “I am. You’re telling me you were in some magical pocket dimension, fighting dragon demons, utterly drenched in their guts and Shaun – sorry – Shangqi just thought to himself how you looked absolutely perfect?”
Y/N narrowed her eyes before she paused with mistrust lingering in the air. “That name really flowed from your lips, Yelena.”
Yelena pressed her lips together before her expression shifted into an unabashed smirk. “You caught that, didn’t you?” She carelessly shrugged her shoulders. “My background checks are always very thorough. Besides, it wasn’t my secret to tell. I’m not one for drama, you know me.”
While staring at Yelena without blinking, Y/N reached for the straw in her drink sitting on the table between them, as she drank slowly with all the time in the world.
Finally, Yelena yielded when she rolled her eyes. “Okay, fine. Believe it or not, I didn’t want to spoil the budding romance between you two.” She internally groaned at the lovey-dovey word. “Young love, whatever you want to call it. Why didn’t you do a background check on him before?”
Y/N raised her eyebrows. “Sounds romantic.”
“I mean, he could’ve been a HYDRA defector, or something.”
Y/N resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the thought. “Don’t ruin my appetite.”
Yelena took a bite out of her omelet. “So, you just … left?” she inquired before snapping her fingers. “Just like that? No goodbye, no nothing? That’s cold, Y/L/N, even for me.”
A sigh left Y/N at the mention as she leaned back in her seat. “It felt wrong to stay. Everyone was saying their farewell to the people they lost. I felt like an imposter, like I didn’t belong there.”
“I understand.” Yelena nodded and gazed at her thoughtfully. “How was it like? Ta Lo, I mean? Being at such a fantastical place. It sounds almost too good to be true.”
Y/N smiled fondly, remembering all the otherworldly creatures. “Like a world filled with Pokémon.”
Yelena groaned with envy. “Next time, don’t tell me to run. You’re not mad at me that I just left, right?”
Y/N waved her hand. “No hard feelings. Besides, I wanted you to.”
“I kept calling your phone,” Yelena half-explained and half-scolded as a reminder.
“I know,” Y/N assured her, remembering the list of missed calls once she finally crossed that portal back into the real world.
“In that pocket dimension, cell service didn’t seem to be a possibility.” She tilted her head in curiosity once she saw the pondering expression on Yelena’s face. “What’s on your mind?”
“That it sounds too fantastical to be true. Like this is some elaborate story as an excuse why you didn’t pick up your phone.”
~ Yelena POV ~
“Speaking of picking up your phone,” Yelena added, “I need to call someone. I’ll be right back. You should try the Screwdriver. I hear it’s spectacular at this place.” She pointed towards the aforementioned glass.
“If you say so. Hurry before I drink you dry.”
Yelena chuckled dryly. “I know I said it, but I might have to kill you, if there’s barely any left for me.”
Both joined in empty laughter which bordered on malicious.
With a smirk on her face, Y/N whispered, “Hurry then.” She gulped down half a glass without flinching.
Turning around, Yelena wiped the smirk from her lips, knowing how much Y/N wouldn't back down from a challenge - they both were the same in that regard - and counted on it. She walked in heeled boots towards the street corner which would overlook Y/N in the mirrored window. Yelena's time frame was very limited if she had to guess. She pressed the digits to call a certain someone before she held the device to her ear. “I hear you’re looking for someone.”
“Wh – Who’s this?”
“A concerned friend.”
“You mean a concerned friend who’s trying to sound ominous? Then yes, you certainly got that covered. Stop trying to sound like a blackmailer and tell me what you want.”
Yelena sighed deeply. This was proving to be harder than she initially thought. Eyeing Y/N in the reflection who scarfed down Yelena’s half-eaten omelet, her body almost attacked out of reflex before she thought better of it.
Time was of the essence.
“I hear you’re my sestra’s boyfriend – or lover – whatever you want to call yourself.”
“Don’t—” A sigh left Shangqi. “She never mentioned a sister.”
“Just like you never mentioned your past life? It’s not on me to judge.”
Silence lingered on the other end. “You’re a Black Widow, aren’t you?”
“Oh my, you’re smarter than I gave you credit for.”
Shangqi fell silent. “Uh, that didn’t sound like a compliment.”
Yelena ignored what he said. “You’re in luck because I’m in a giving mood, not to mention I want the best for my sestra. Are you intending to make an honest woman out of Y/N?”
“Uh…”
Yelena snorted with laughter. “I’m kidding. I don’t expect a proposal. I’ll text you a location. You’d better show up in the next five minutes, or you’ll get a very drunk Y/N.”
“What?”
“Bye.” Yelena turned around and glanced at Y/N from under her eyelashes while she sent Shangqi a text with the address to meet.
~Y/N POV~
Yelena stepped back to their outdoor table. “I’m back.” With a smile, she glanced at her plate. “Oh, naughty.” Yelena leaned forward and haphazardly cut into her omelet with a fork, trying the egg herself.
Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. “What is with you?”
Yelena chewed slowly. “What do you mean?”
“All of this. Why are you being … nice? I mean, you’re letting me share your food.”
“All of this. Why are you being … nice? I mean, you’re letting me share your food.”
“We ordered almost a whole buffet.” Yelena widened her arms.
Blinking slowly, Y/N paused in thought before she lost the alcoholic buzz all of a sudden.
“You don’t share food. Ever,” she spoke monotonously.
Yelena supported her chin on her chin as she leaned forward in fascination. “Careful, your paranoia is showing.”
Y/N narrowed her eyes. And with that, the Black Widow’s deflection tactics confirmed her suspicions. Y/N debated with herself what the catch was – there was no sniper on the roof. Perhaps the food was poisoned – it certainly seemed like a Widow’s style, although Yelena was more direct. She was more known for the straightforward knife at the front. Maybe she was trying to sell her out to some intelligence agency.
That had to be it. Keeping her breathing in check as not to arouse suspicion, Y/N realized that both hadn’t talked – only participated in this silent staring contest before fake chuckles left her.
Yelena didn't waste time in joining in and probably knowing how awkward this situation felt.
Y/N tilted her head in silent question when Yelena glanced to the right over her shoulder.
“Okay, I’m here now.”
Y/N turned in her seat with a bewildered expression on her face as she saw an out-of-breath Shangqi appear from behind her, wearing his signature red bomber jacket.
“What?” Y/N faced Yelena again in shock.
Yelena exhaled heavily. “Thank God. I didn’t know how long I could hold her off.”
“That was your secret? I thought you wanted to trade me to some HYDRA subdivision, or something.”
Yelena rolled her eyes. “As if. We’re sisters. Bound by something greater than blood. I don’t betray my family.” Standing up, she added in a jovial tone, “Well, I’m out.”
Y/N exhaled heavily, “Thanks a lot.” She sank into her seat, knowing there was no way out of this situation now.
Yelena sent her a saucy smirk over her shoulder while holding her handbag in a clenched fist. “You’re welcome, malenʹkij pauk. [little spider] Love you.”
Y/N took measured breaths in and out through her mouth. Her trepidation-filled eyes caught Shangqi slowly taking over the vacant seat which Yelena had occupied.
Trying to find the right start into a conversation, Y/N started with the obvious. “So, you’ve met Yelena.”
Shangqi nodded. “She’s a delight,” he muttered under his breath with his head lowered. “I think she just insulted me over the phone actually.”
Before Y/N could sate her curiosity, Shangqi lifted his head again to reveal his expression turning earnest. “You just left. You promised me you would stay, and we’d talk. What happened?”
Y/N sighed loudly at the awkward reminder. “It felt like a personal moment,” she admitted almost reluctantly. “saying goodbye to your loved ones. I didn’t want to barge in on it. Besides, who have I lost in life? You’d need to have a family, loved ones to mourn someone. Someone to love and care about you.”
Shangqi’s shoulders slumped in relief and his Adam's Apple bobbed. A light smile lingered on his lips. “And here I thought you were trying to run. To escape our talk.”
Y/N smiled tiredly. “It’s not that. Just holding it off. What can I say? I’m a procrastinator.”
“What makes you say you didn’t have anyone? You were taken from your mother.”
“Well, she died.” It took her by surprise how quick those words passed her lips. “Normally, I’d say this to make other people uncomfortable, but not with you. She was a single mother, so the Red Room didn’t want to take any chances by getting rid of her.”
“The Russians took enough from you. Taking your mother away from you, your childhood.”
Y/N exhaled and bit her lower lip, not knowing whether and how to even open that Pandora’s Box from the past.
“Are there any other ske – I mean, secrets I should know about?”
Y/N chuckled dryly. “Nice save.”
Shangqi smirked. “I know. I’m very smooth,” he teased, straightening the non-existent wrinkles from his shoulder.
Y/N chose to indulge him. “You sure are.” She turned serious again. “I’m trying to leave all that behind. My life … hasn’t been on the straight and narrow. A lot of things I’m not proud of. I just want to be … a normal girl whose only issues are eating too much junk food and trying to keep a stable relationship.”
Sending Y/N a molten gaze that set her body ablaze, Shangqi whispered, “You’re far from normal.”
“What about you? Any sexual exploits or assassinations to talk about?”
“No, same with me. I just want to live my life. Maybe have my best girl at my side…” He gazed at her from under his eyelashes.
Y/N tilted her head and teased him playfully, “You mean Katy? Didn’t know you were into her. You really are into building a solid foundation before starting a relationship, huh?”
Shangqi vigorously shook his head while explaining, “You know what I mean. I just want you. Living our life together. No pretense. I mean if you’re into that.”
“Very much,” she admitted with a whisper. “But…” All the memories hit her at the mention of secrets, knowing the truth needed to be out in the open, without anything holding her back.
“I won’t be able to give you one of the things you want the most.”
Shangqi narrowed his eyes in expectation.
“A child,” she continued.
Shangqi’s features tightened due to the ominous and yet vague answer.
“The Red Room never saw us as girls or women. We were soldiers, or weapons. We were things and didn't matter. So, they tried to get rid of the possibility of something that belonged to us. A part of our identity.”
Y/N felt her throat drying out, with every heavy breath she had to take. “They didn’t need vulnerabilities. That our alliances would shift.”
Y/N’s body stilled. Warmth blossomed inside her once her gaze fell and lingered on Shangqi’s hand covering hers on the table.
“I’m sorry how much they took from you.”
“I know how much you love kids. And I know I can’t give that to you.” Deep regret was laced in her whispered voice, with every ounce of wishing for things to be different.
Her stomach clenched at the feel of his hand caressing hers. “I don’t care about that. I just want to be happy. With you.” Shangqi’s cheeks reddened once another thought hit him. “And we … have other ways, you know?”
As soon as the deeper meaning behind those words rang true, Y/N’s chuckles wrenched free. She tilted her head, supporting her chin on her clenched fist. “You’re something else, you know that? I mean, we’re already talking about children.”
“Well, I was always too fast for my own good.”
Her eyes glinted with mischief. “Is that supposed to sound sexual?”
“No, I – I swear, no−”
Despite his stuttering words, Y/N smiled fondly. “You’re cute.”
Shangqi exhaled the breath he was holding. “As I keep hearing, but it’s still nice to hear.”
“What do you have planned for today?”
“I don’t know. You want to get some Boba?”
“Always,” she assured him.
Six months later
~Yelena POV~
The blonde-haired woman shook her head. A smirk adorned her lips once she read the text message lighting up her screen.
“You dog,” Yelena spoke loudly and chuckled gruffly. Her eyes caught the message of her friend again and couldn’t help the mirthful shudders wrecking through her chest.
Second-best assassin: Shangqi is killing me. He’s this close to getting a dog, proposing to me, and adopting two children all in one day. He keeps talking about it. He’s not even being subtle about it. Help me!
Yelena snorted. Sarcasm was apparent in her answer when she replied in a text, “This is what you wanted, right? A dog, white picket fence … What did you do to the poor guy? He seems crazy about you.”
Second-best assassin: Poor him? Poor me. You’re supposed to tell me he’s insane and that I should drop his ass.
Yelena sighed wistfully, immersing herself into daydreams. “Gotta admit, he’s got a cute butt.”
Second-best assassin: Stop staring at my boyfriend’s – soon to be fiancé’s – butt.
“That’s the spirit,” Yelena sent back with a proud smirk. Her body stilled when the screen turned black and a call from a withheld number broke through. All the humor vanished from her face before her thumb hovered over the accept button. Her body erupted with heat as suspicion took hold of her.
With reluctant fingers, Yelena took the call as she spoke brusquely, “Who’s this and how did you get this number?”
The anonymous caller didn’t seem bothered by the tone in her voice and didn’t even miss a beat when she responded, “I’m calling on behalf of a mutual friend.”
Yelena furrowed her eyebrows. “I don’t have friends. There are only allies or enemies.”
The mysterious woman chuckled almost dryly. “So dramatic. I’m just the messenger. And is that any way to talk about your former handler?”
With her phone stilling at her ear, Yelena heart stopped beating before it almost burst through her chest. “How did you –?”
She licked her dry lips. This wasn’t possible. Her voice turned hoarse, betraying her true feelings when Yelena muttered under her breath, “Tatiana’s dead.”
It was true that nothing could’ve vanquished her former handler. A part of her refused to admit the alternative that something could kill the oh-so invulnerable woman, but there weren’t any other reports – even by the other Widows – to reveal her survival.
“The White Widow isn’t easy to kill. And she doesn’t go by that name anymore−”
Her right eye twitched with the budding foreplay. “Why are you calling me?”
“My employer heard you’ve been building an army.”
“I’ve been freeing Widows. I’m not doing it for self-gain,” Yelena corrected the anonymous one vehemently, feeling personally attacked by the arrogance in her robotic voice.
Yelena could basically sense the smirk on the stranger’s face. This was mere seconds before the woman chuckled low in her throat. “What a pity.”
“What do you want? Why wouldn't … the White Widow contact me herself?”
She chose her next words carefully. “My employer has other things to deal with at the moment.”
Yelena frowned in confusion at the peculiar phrasing. Way to sound mysterious. “Such as?” she questioned while tapping her foot impatiently.
“There’s a situation that would demand your immediate attention.”
“I refuse to work for anybody else. The last time I was screwed over, and I’m over that.”
“This involves the well-being of all the remaining Widows.”
This woman was starting to piss her off. Fury bubbled to the surface from the vague words. “Stop talking about them like a fucking robot. Besides, how am I supposed to believe you’re telling the truth? That you’re really working for … Tatiana?”
Silence echoed on the other end for about ten seconds. The longer it remained quiet, Yelena’s heartbeat pulsated in her chest.
“The White Widow was your main handler and she basically raised you.”
Yelena rolled her eyes. “Please, I bet that’s in one of my censored files.”
“When you were a student in the Red Room Academy, the White Widow would break your hand every time you’d fail. You think she did that to punish you for your failures, but in truth she wanted to strengthen your bones.”
Yelena opened her mouth several times before closing it again, feeling speechless at the memory resurfacing. Remembering all the times when Tatiana would break her bones in an almost clinical way, knowing exactly which spot to hit. Remembering her handler’s mask slipping and acknowledging it for one of the only moments of humanity in that godforsaken place.
Almost numb, Yelena whispered, “Where does she want me?”
“You’ll receive word soon. We want you to be ready. If you truly care about the Black Widows staying safe,” she paused with lingering silence before confessing, “And she goes by Talia now.”
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pillow- shangqi
pairings: xu shangqi x reader, mentions of platonic!katy
warnings: a lot of fluff
about: request: (PF18) person a making their pillow smell like person b when they’re away + (DF1) “you sleep cute.“
a/n: thank you so much for requesting!! i hope you like it!
“i’ll miss you,” you pout, arms around shangqi’s neck. his grip tightens around your waist, eyes searching your features. “when will you be back again?” you ask.
“wong says two days,” shangqi starts, and you begin to smile as one of his fingers tucks a stray tuft of hair behind your ear, “but apparently these sort of things can get a little crazy.”
you hum disappointedly, nervously threading your fingers through the short hair at the nape of his neck. “well, i’ll wait for you here. just please come back okay? as soon as you can.”
shangqi smiles, pecking your lips, “two days.” he nudges his nose against yours once he notices you don’t brighten, eyebrows still joined with nerves, “promise.”
“you guys are cute and all, and you know i’m really, really, really happy you’re finally together after listening to you two pine for years, but this is getting gross, and we gotta go,” katy cuts in, effectively ruining the moment once she pops her head in through the doorway she’d been waiting in to give the both of you privacy. you can’t help but laugh, dropping your forehead to lean against his.
“it’s my fault. just trying to soak him up so i don’t miss him too much,” you peck shangqi’s nose before pulling away, but still keep hold of his hand, squeezing once more before you embrace katie, wrapping her in a hug. “make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid,” you whisper in her ear, kissing her cheek as a goodbye after she nods, her grin present against your cheek.
shangqi’s phone goes off, and he winces when he turns it on, “okay, we have to go. i’ll be back soon, lao po,” he tells you, pulling you closer so he can press his lips against your forehead for a moment longer than he needs to. you squeeze his hand and reassure yourself he’ll be fine.
“okay. be safe! kick some… whatever-it-is-you’re-fighting-that-you-can’t-tell-me-about ass!” you cheer, watching them leave your apartment with nervous hands, fingers tugging at each other. “i love you!” you call to shangqi.
“i love you too!” he screams back, his words melting into katie’s own confession of love, making you laugh when he tells her he meant you and she argues it was for the two of them. you gently shut the door, sighing softly when the sound echoes through your now-empty apartment, an instance not too common ever since you met katie and began going out with shangqi.
it’s sad, you think, how lonely your apartment feels, and how lonely you feel even if your best friends were just here. you think it’s the knowledge of the dangers that come to your boyfriend and best friend when they’re avengers, so you allow yourself to sigh dramatically as you watch new girl and eat ramen alone.
-
your brows furrow when it’s time to go to sleep, glaring down at the empty side of the bed that shangqi usually occupies. you realize how much of him is in your room when you look around, spotting his shirt draped over your chair and his cologne on your dresser. some of his other things are strewn around on counters.
the absence of shangqi’s warm body next to you is too blatant when you’re trying to sleep, your arm absentmindedly feeling around on his side until you remember he’s gone. you squeeze your eyes shut in frustration, sure you won’t get any rest and you’ll be completely exhausted the next day at work.
“fuck,” you huff, opening an eye that falls on shangqi’s shirt on your chair, and then his cologne again.
looking down at the pillow next to you, you get an idea.
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you wake up surprisingly well rested, sighing happily, and snuggling your face deeper into the soft material that smells exactly like your boyfriend. you pry your eyes open after hearing your alarm go off, smacking at your phone to get it to shut off. tiredly climbing out of your bed, you leave to get ready.
when you return, fully dressed and eating a bagel slathered with jelly, you turn to look back at the pillow you’d hugged the entire night, wrapped in the shirt shangqi had left at your room and sprayed with the cologne he’d forgotten. squinting at it, you shake your head at yourself, deciding to put it away when you get home and shove it deep inside your closet to learn how to sleep alone like you used to.
it’s unbelievable how accustomed you got to sleeping next to shangqi. in the early beginnings of your relationship, you couldn’t stand how warm he was, and missed having your bed all to yourself, but now here you were, unable to sleep without said boyfriend lying next to you.
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you fell into your bed and onto the pillow the moment you���d gotten home from work, shutting your eyes and only opening them a few hours late to your stomach rumbling angrily at you. you groan at yourself for letting yourself fall asleep so easily with the modified pillow, grabbing it angrily and forcing it inside your closet, telling yourself you won’t use it again.
without anyone to glare at you disapprovingly, or force you to cook anything else, you sit at your couch, turn on new girl and eat ramen for the second day in a row.
after too many episodes of too many different shows, you force yourself to bed, shutting your eyes and pushing yourself to enjoy the solitude of your bed, stretching your arms and legs out like a starfish to appreciate the full space of the bed.
then, you wrap yourself in your arms and turn to your side.
then you push a blanket off and flip to your other side.
then to the other, pulling all the blankets up again.
then you do that again. and again. and again. until finally, you frustratedly shove away all your covers and stomp over to your closet, peeking at your clock to see two hours of you aimlessly twisting and turning in your bed had passed by. indignantly snatching the wretchedly amazing pillow out of your closet, you hug it close to your chest before jumping back into your nest of fluffy blankets.
you take a deep inhale, immediately covered by the scent of shangqi, and you’re finally lulled into sleep within a few minutes.
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you wrinkle your nose at the feeling of something being repeatedly pressed against your cheek, nuzzling your face further into your pillow to avoid the light that is getting into your eyes. it’s luckily a saturday, meaning you can sleep in and not zombie around at your office like you’d likely do after a sleepless night like the one before.
“hey,” you hear, muffled and far away. “lao po…” the voice singsongs, and you feel a prod at your ribs. you blearily blink your eyes open to meet the dark ones that you know so well. “you sleep cute,” he whispers, and it takes you a moment to realize that he’s finally back.
you spring up in your bed, looping your arms around shangqi’s neck like you’d done when he left. “you’re back!” you squeal, pulling away to scan his face closely and run your hands over his arms for any indications that he’s hurt. your finger traces over a blued bruise on his jaw, frowning.
“i’m fine, that’s the worst of it,” shangqi assures, “i would say you should see the other guy but it wasn’t a guy. or even human. i don’t think i should be telling you that-- i’m fine.”
the frown stays stuck on your face, but you press a kiss to his nose, promising him that you would properly kiss him once you’d showered and brushed your teeth. he pouts and whines but just urges you to hurry up.
when you come out, fully dressed and lips pouted at the ready to kiss him, your face drops when you notice him holding your pillow with a confused look on his face, pointing at it before looking back at you. “is that my shirt?” he questions, brows furrowed but signs of amusements clear on his features.
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Shang “calls you cute and beautiful in mandarin and laughs it off when you ask what he’s saying” Chi
Katy “I may not be fluent but if you don’t tell them you’re in love with them this week I will do it for you, coward” Chen
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do you need more shang chi prompts?!
from that ask game: a kiss while one sits in the other's lap :)
Pairing: Shangqi | Shang-chi x reader
Word count: 275
Warning: None. It's short and sweet fluff.
A/N: I'm so sorry for being so slow, nonie! Forgive me! But here it is. I hope you like tooth-rotting fluff.
You yawn as you stretch out your stiff muscles, feeling a bit disoriented and groggy from your nap. Turning over, you see that your boyfriend just sitting by the foot of the bed, hunching over as he’s playing a video game with his headset on. You watch him for a while, smiling at how serious he looks with his brows all furrow in deep concentration.
You slowly move to sit next to him and lay your head on his shoulder, not wanting to bother him of course, but you want to be close enough to feel his warmness.
“Hey sleepyhead,” he says as he paused the game for you and takes off his headset. “How are you feeling?”
“Tired,” you yawn before you nuzzle in his arm. Shangqi smiles before placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.
“Babe, you slept for like 3 hours,” he teases.
“Yeah, but you’re still in your underwear playing a video game, and I don’t judge you for that.”
He laughs. “You’re so ridiculous.”
“Yeah well that’s why you love me,” you say lazily.
“Yeah, I do. I do love you very much, my little dumpling,” he says as he pinches your cheek.
“Ow,” you whine playfully.
“Your cheek is so QQ, just like boba,” he teases. You playfully slap his arm.
“Stop that,” you whine again.
“Or what?” he says as he picks you up and seats you in his lap, his arms wrap tightly around your waist to secure you in place.
“Or this!” You say before you cup his face and pull him down for a long kiss. You can feel Shangqi grin against the kiss.
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A Furry Affair
Xu Shangqi x Reader (Headcanon)
A/N: Seeing Simu with puppies. That’s the tweet. Enjoy! Like/comments/reblogs are always appreciated :) I recommend you find pics of doggos to enhance imagery of reading (is that even a thing?) but you know what I mean!
Genre: PG-13
Warnings/Notes: FLUFF BALLS.
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It was about the time when he came back from Ta Lo.
Yes he was still the same jovial Shangqi but you could tell his shoulders were burdened by the new responsibility.
So instead of having usual dates at the cafe or basically anywhere with high traffic, you signed up both of you as volunteers at the dog shelter that was out of the city.
You promised Shangqi that he wouldn’t have to worry about his unpredictable schedule as you would be there according to the time that they needed you.
In a way, it was healing for him. For all that had happened.
Volunteering with dogs wasn’t all about play. You both had to get basic training first before surrounding yourselves with the furry friends.
So when you both finally got to meet the dogs, your excitement was radiating off the walls. Shangqi smiles, unknown to you. If you’re happy, he’s happy.
Then, he feels movement at his feet. A welsh corgi has sniffed her way to Shangqi’s feet, attempting to climb his leg.
Darla, one of the many friendly staff beams at Shangqi. ‘Looks like Twiggy has welcomed you! That’s very rare for her!’
Shangqi is sold.
He spends the next couple of hours doing various tasks that were assigned to the volunteers. From cleaning the compound, to walking the bigger dogs and finally feeding.
As you walked past one of the many rooms after walking a French bulldog that was adorably named Frenchie, you spotted the cutest sight.
Shangqi sits cross-legged, with three young pug puppies nestled against him. He cradles one carefully, feeding her with the milk bottle. Not wanting to make a scene, you snap the photo for keepsake.
There were other memorable moments too.
When the two of you had finished your shift, an energetic Labrador - Darcy, bounded up to your boyfriend, not wanting him to leave until he gave her a few more belly rubs.
You were glad that he was starting to heal.
How about one day when Shangqi comes back from a walk soaking wet and holding a 17 pound grumpy Shiba Inu - Toast, who was equally soaked.
You hear from him that he had tried to move Toast when it started to drizzle but once he had decided to plop his furry body down, there was no moving this stubborn boy. So Shangqi had to do it the hard way.
There were also big dogs of course. And they were BIG. That didn’t mean they were absolutely lovely.
At the area for big dogs, you see Shangqi trying his best to remain stern as he receives an onslaught of attacks from the St Bernard who has been licking him non stop.
‘Babe?’
‘You’re on your own Shangqi,’ you sing-song, serenely patting the back of the magnificent Thunder - a Cane Corso.
His owners had to give him up because they didn’t have the time to train him. When he had bitten the couple’s 4 year old child, it was off to the shelter. You felt angry for the poor dog. It wasn’t his fault. He just wasn’t matched with someone who could understand his needs.
As Shangqi approaches you after being licked by Barry the St Bernard, he takes a few steps back as Thunder growls at him.
‘Thunder, sit! He’s a friend.’ The dog obediently stops, going back into the same position for you to scratch his back.
‘Looks like I have some competition huh?’ Shangqi jokes, as he’s once again almost tackled by the ginormous St Bernard.
It was a good ending for some dogs like Toast and Twiggy who were adopted by loving homes. Some dogs like Barry went through a satisfying challenge of finding the right owner. In this case - a ranch owner had adopted him, promising to give Barry the space that he needed.
But for dogs like Thunder… it wasn’t always a happy ending.
You hear from Darla that the dog had been there through many changes. The dogs came and go but Thunder was always there, waiting for the right owner.
After discussing with Shangqi and going through the necessary paperwork, you open the gates to meet your new found friend.
‘Thunder! Come on boy, we’re going home.’
It took a while to train him and to get him accustomed to people. But the outcome was satisfying to say the least.
For starters, Thunder was very docile with your father who usually gave off an imposing vibe. Your father would read the newspaper with Thunder sitting at his side whenever your parents came over.
Thunder would be an absolute baby with your mother who would whip up mouth watering dishes. Food always wins.
Shangqi on the other hand…
‘Babe! Are you sure you trained him? Why does he keep growling at me? I’m your boyfriend!’
You chuckle at the comment of your dad ‘liking this dog’ before saving your boyfriend who was being look at like a piece of meat. You were sure that Thunder was just messing around with Shangqi.
How you know?
Whenever Shangqi came back on missions that were more grueling than usual, taking out a lot from him, Thunder would trot over, nuzzling his body into Shangqi. It was as if the dog knew what he needed.
Kinda like a few more headcanons? Can be read with <One big family> and <You’re the best to me>
Going back to ‘normal’ days, when you found you were pregnant with Xiayi, Thunder went on ‘ultra-protective’ mode.
Which means more snarling at Shangqi. Snarling when Shangqi reaches too close to your growing stomach before plopping his snout back onto little Xiayi.
‘Ok ok! I’m sorry I had her all to myself!’ He raises his hands in defense.
As you waddled away to the kitchen with Thunder behind you, Shangqi mutters as if to be careful that Thunder didn’t hear him.
‘Can’t even have my wife for one good minute.’
But you knew that Shangqi and Thunder had a lot of affection for each other somewhere inside.
That didn’t mean that Shangqi would lock the door on certain nights to prevent Thunder from seeing something traumatic or rather to prevent himself from being killed by the dog who could easily think that you were being “attacked”.
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A/N: Went to sleep writing this, woke up writing this LOL. But in all seriousness, please. Puppies and dogs are cute, but please - ADOPT DON’T SHOP. Our furry friends deserve good homes!
This is a lovely St Bernard!
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Comforting You
Pairing: Xu Shangqi x f. reader
Genre: angst + fluff
Warnings: sadness, crying, Shangqi being the bf we all deserve
Summary: quick headcanons on how Shangqi comforts you when you're sad
Word Count: 615
Notes: Tbh I am in a pretty low state rn and I haven't been in the mood to do much, but I remembered that I wrote these headcanons a while back when I was sad over starting my last semester. Rereading them brightened up my spirits a little bit so I hope they bring you some comfort too! Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊
Shangqi would give you your space if you wanted to lie in bed, but, of course, being the protective boyfriend he is, he would check on you every hour. While he checked on you, he would give you kisses on your cheeks and forehead and refill your water when he would find it empty.
He called off the day he was supposed to go to work just to shop for your favorite snacks and the ingredients to your favorite meal from childhood. You had no idea he ditched work to go shopping for you so you spent most of the day sleeping and playing a random TV show to fill the silence of the room.
When Shangqi got back, he found you fast asleep with your phone in your hand. He replaced your phone with a box of Hello Panda before he got to work on dinner. Shangqi wasn’t the best cook. Shit he could barely make a grilled cheese, but he was determined to get this meal right just for you. Even if it meant face timing one of your family members just so someone can validate that he was cooking correctly.
An hour later, you woke up and felt the cardboard box instead of your phone in your hand. Blinking your eyes, you saw the Hello Panda design and a faint smile finally appeared on your face. Suddenly, the familiar smell of your favorite food in the whole world filled your nose.
Curiously, you got out of bed and stretched your body for what felt like five minutes. Once you walked out into the kitchen, you gasped when you found Shangqi filling two bowls of your favorite food. He looked up, sensing the sound of your gasp, and gave you a soft smile.
“Is that-” you began but Shangqi nodded happily.
“Yeah, I really hope I do it justice. I had to call one of your relatives just to make sure I wouldn’t mess up.” He let out a short laugh, placing both bowls on the table that had a bouquet of flowers in the middle. You were at a loss for words when Shangqi pulled out your chair, allowing you to sit down. He, then, moved his seat so then you were both facing each other.
“I can’t imagine what you are going through right now. It hurts me to see you like this.” Shangqi inhaled deeply to fight back tears. You felt the tears form in your eyes, too, but you let him finish speaking. “Don’t ever forget that I’m always here for you, my little gem. I love you so much. I’m never gonna give up on you…or us, okay?”
The tears started flooding from your eyes as silent sobs fell from your lips. Shangqi pulled you into his embrace and rubbed your back as you cried into his chest.
He’d whisper, “I know, my little gem, I hear you. It’s okay to cry.” A few tears would fall on the top of your head as he would kiss it in between his words. Once you were all cried out, you both basked in the silence.
“I love you, Shangqi! I don’t know how I got so lucky to be your girlfriend.” You finally choked out. Shangqi chuckled, tucking your matted hair out of your face.
“I should be asking how I got so lucky with you. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me!” You smiled at him before kissing him tenderly. After kissing him, you sat back down in your chair, scooting it next to Shangqi so you can lead your head on his shoulder while you ate your dinner that he, surprisingly, did not fuck up.
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we don’t have to pretend
Pairing: Shang-Chi x fem!reader
Summary: Being best friends since high school, the reunion prom finally serves as an excuse to confess your long lasting feelings for each other.
Word Count: 2.2K
Warnings: Fluff, it was supposed to be angsty but has nothing angsty about it. Cheesy promposal and cheesy song choice.
Author’s note: It took me some time but my first Shang-Chi one-shot is finally here! I took some inspiration from the beautiful @wint3r-h3art 's song recommendation, Around by NIKI, but also had a little of everything, from Deadpool references to inspo by the video clip of In the Dark by Swae Lee ft. Jhené Aiko. At this point I'm mastering self indulgent fics, I just can't help it. <3
Comments, Reblogs and Likes are really appreciated! <3 As always, thank you so much for reading!
Shang-Chi was lying down on his bed with his back stretched out and feet still touching the ground. His eyes were looking for answers on the plain white ceiling where he knew he wouldn’t find. The whole incident with the Ten Rings, his dad’s death, and family history were way too much, still. After meeting with Dr. Banner and Captain Danvers, his life had been much more crowded and rushed, always counting on Wong to transport him back and forth to New York.
His heart almost gave out when he heard the bell ringing — he wasn’t expecting anyone. It was a Saturday, the only day he reserved for himself, or to be available in case you were too. He still hadn’t time to tell you about his double life, and he certainly didn’t want to drag you into this mess. He did feel guilty, though, with sneaking around and pretending he wasn’t there when you called him.
Especially since he was in love with you. How could he expect to have you around when he couldn’t even bring himself to tell you who he was?
He heard your voice outside by the door and his reaction was immediate. He left the bed with a jump, quickly pacing to open it for you. He fidgeted on his hair for a bit before letting the sunlight enter the apartment. He was as happy as a puppy on his first time walking out of the house.
“When I said you could always come by, I didn’t mean that you could simply show up like this.” He said playfully, leaning into the crack of the door.
“Oh, I’m sorry, do you have company?” Your sarcastic tone made him chuckle, he loved how you would always find a way to tease him, ever since you were teenagers.
“I mean, I could have. I’m very important and busy.” He gestured that you were welcome to come inside, but almost regretting it a second later. “Sorry for the mess, didn’t have time to tidy up.”
“Yeah, dude. You haven’t run errands with me for four weeks or so.” You took off your shoes to place them by the entrance. “I miss my laundry buddy.”
“I miss you too.” He said, gazing past you. If only you knew just how much he did miss you, not only to run errands but to everything. He missed talking to you, being around you. But he promised himself he wouldn’t let you enter into the danger he was already putting Katy into. Not until he was ready to.
“So, are you coming tonight?” You said as you sat down on his undone bed, running your fingers through the creased sheet. “To prom?”
He looked at you, forehead crinkling up in doubt. “What -, are we back in high school?” He closed the door behind him, still not losing sight of you.
“You didn’t get the invite? We have that reunion prom, remember?” Your cellphone was already in hand and you scrolled through your cleaned-up, perfectly organized email inbox. “See? Tonight at seven p.m.” You showed him the screen as he moved to your side, sitting down on the bed.
As he did, the mattress weight made you jump. Did Shaun get stronger? Better yet, did your best friend ditch you those past weeks to work out? To be honest, it could be. It was the closest you had been to him since he disappeared for god knows how long. You even had your doubts whether you were his best friend anymore.
Not meaning to stare, you drifted your gaze away as he scanned through the email.
“I didn’t receive it… let me search.” He picked up his phone and scrolled around the hundreds and thousands of emails he must not have been checking. Right down the bottom of the inbox, he saw it. “Shit, I must have ignored it.”
He looked straight at you with apologetic eyes. But, you weren’t looking at him.
“What is that?” The perfectly preserved box in which his dad stored the Ten Rings was wide open by his nightstand.
Well, that was promising.
“Erm.. my workout gear?” He said with the most unconvinced voice you had ever heard. Shaun quickly left your side and closed the box, putting it away in his messy closet and closing the door.
“Why do you need ten of whatever that was to your training?” You pointed your fingers at it, even if you couldn't see it anymore.
“You count so fast, huh? And why are you playing detective on me?” He forced a laugh, which was embarrassing. How would he get out of that one?
But you were smarter than that. Whatever he would try to do to stall you, you would read past it.
You sighed. “Shaun, what is going on?” Standing your ground, you patted the bed as you would always do when you needed a moment to talk to him. “Can we talk? Like we used to.”
He knew he was in trouble. He had never been able to keep things away from you when you would talk like that, face to face. Admitting defeat, he sat beside you, his legs crossing over one another.
Shaun, or, Shang-Chi, as you learned now, couldn't seem to stop talking. It was weeks worth of happenings, after all. It did take him a moment to choose the right way to begin, but once he did, it was an open gate.
The words kept falling out of his mouth, and soon enough, everything was on the table. He told you about his sister, his parents, Ta-Lo, and the Great Protector — all of it. Including his new occupation as a side hero and protector of the earth. When he finished, you seemed astonished. You were confused, maybe? A mixture of anguish and uncertainty.
Your silence was keeping him on edge. What if you didn't believe in him? What if, in your head, you had already decided that it was too much for you to handle? You knew him forever. Would this be the end of the line?
All he could do was hope for the best.
After a while, with your head downwards, facing the loneliness of the white sheets beneath you, you finally looked up to him. "I'm so sorry, Shang-Chi." You reached him for a hug, which he embraced with the biggest relief on his chest. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you."
"What? No, it wasn't your fault." He said with a stuffy voice, his mouth slightly covered by your hair. "You couldn't have known."
You stayed like this for a couple of minutes. Entangled in each other's arms, his sorrow being cured by the sheer presence of your touch. Your longing desire to be near him, gently healing all opened wounds he had in his heart.
It seemed like you cared more for him than this whole mess surrounding his past. He didn't know whether you did not realize the dangers that would come with it, but he chose to believe that you did and were only trying to make things lighter on his shoulders. That is the type of person you have always been.
"I wish I had told you sooner, but I was afraid you would drift away. I don't want you to get hurt." He slowly distanced himself from the hug, still holding on to your arms. "You are my best friend, and my only wish is that you stick around with me."
A shy chuckle escaped your mouth. "You wanted to keep me around by lying to me?" Your hands were just like his, grasping onto his arms.
"I never said it was the smartest idea." He said, playfully. "You are the brains, I'm the idiot that follows you. And Katy is the goofball.”
"You're not an idiot. Well, maybe sometimes, but still." You softly placed your hand on his cheek, stroking lightly. "You're my idiot."
Shang-Chi tilted his head, a smile creeping upon his face. He squinted his eyes, teasing you. "Wow, what was that? Did you just confess you love me?"
You threw your hands up as if quitting his little game, laughing. "I'm leaving! Not going into this again."
"Slow down, pretty girl." He imitated you, a chuckle almost keeping him from talking. "Now that everything has been said and done, can I take you to prom?"
"Oh, now you wanna take me to prom? You wouldn't even know about it if it wasn't for me, and I would go by myself, like last time." You pretended to be mad, pouting and crossing your arms over your chest.
"In my defense, I was going to ask you back then, but you wanted to go with that Nick boy." He rolled his eyes, exaggerating his voice. "Pretty-boy-can-do-everything-Nick."
"That's on you if you think he was perfect. But I wanted to go with you, loser." You hugged a pillow nearby, knowing damn well that you had just slipped the biggest secret you've kept from him. "I just pretended to not want to."
It was like adding two plus two. Simple and easy, yet, how could he have missed it? He was always jealous of the boys around you and it took him some time to realize why, but it never occurred to him that the same was happening to you. You've known each other for half of your life now. All the teasing and nagging, you both cared so much and did so little to show it.
"I guess we should stop pretending." He seemed so serious out of a sudden. Your eyes were locked into him, and you threatened to open your mouth, but he was faster. “I know you know what I mean.”
There was no time for laughing and joking around anymore, or so it seemed. Shang-Chi’s gaze lingered on your face as you assimilated what he had said.
“I don’t, I -” You started mumbling, but before you could continue, he took your hand into his. His eyes spoke more than you could ever say in words, and you just stared back at him. “I agree.”
He sighed as relief washed over his body. He felt as if for the first time, he was seeing you as you are, and you seeing him as he was. Just honest and heartfelt tenderness.
“Now that you admitted you love me, let me do this right.” He stood up from the bed, only your joyful laughter filling the air.
He took a piece of paper and pen lying on his nightstand and wrote something, his back was concealing it from you. He reached for his phone in his pocket, his fast fingers scrolling with only one hand.
The familiar saxophone intro started playing on the lowest volume, the clicking noises of the buttons making it sound louder and clearer as he turned around to face you.
“WHAM!” Shang-Chi whispered, nodding his head in rhythm with the song. As he did it, the paper with a poorly written P-R-O-M? made you burst out laughing.
“Seriously? Careless Whisper for a Promposal?” You stood up as well, your feet curdling up to reach him, your face inches close. “How cheesy.”
“What did Deadpool say? You don’t have to be the hero to get the girl, the right girl will bring the hero out of you?” He smiled, tossing the paper and the phone on the bed, placing arms around your waist, hands closing together to keep you inside his embrace. “You will please, go to prom with me?”
“When you’ve put it so nicely, yes, of course, I’ll to go prom with you.”
Your lips finally touched for the first time. The desire and eagerness from both of you were so intense, it was a little sloppy, but you didn’t mind it at all. You were kissing him, the love of your life. Small pecks here and there, his hands gently made their way through your back until resting on your neck, keeping your face in place.
As you both stood there, bodies refusing to stop the embrace, the song kept playing in the background. It was almost like you were dancing to your private prom, every single thing was perfect because you were together.
His forehead touching yours, your feet in perfect synchrony, swaying away to the romantic ballad, he said: “Is it a bad moment to say that I don’t own a tux?”
You laughed with your eyes shut, picturing him in pajamas right below the sparkling globe in the middle of the dancefloor. “You know what, you could be with the dirtiest shirt you own, it wouldn’t matter to me.”
“God, I love you.”
He meant it. You could see it in his eyes.
As you danced around his messy apartment, the sweetest smile on your face, he could only recall loving you this much from the day he met you.
Shang-Chi would be lying if he said that he didn’t fear for you, your safety, your protection. But at that moment, he had nothing else to lose, you loved him and he loved you.
And that was enough.
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Nice to see you again.
shangqi x reader.
summary; you didn’t think you would see him again, even after all these years he still had hope of finding you, safe and sound.
warnings; mentions of the gold daggers club, maybe spoilers lol, angst and fluff (pls tell me if i should add more!) also this is quite long lmao so bear with it
notes; soooo yeah i have like 3 things to write for shangqi lol anyways pls wait for those! also english isn’t my first language soooo there might some mistakes hehe sorry! also this is requested hehe
your eyes ran across the white board that was hanging on the wall, a marker on your hand while the other held a clipboard that had crazy amounts of money next to a fighters name.
you don’t really enjoy the fighting scene but xialing does so when she offered you this job after leaving her fathers regimen you decided to accept it. it was fun. watching people and creatures from all around the world and universe fight against each other for fun but what you like the most about this job is that it paid the bills so you can’t really complain about it.
you finish writing a competitors name when xialing enters the office the both of you share.
“are you fighting tonight?” you ask after seeing her wrap her knuckles.
“yup, you should watch it.” she says. “you’ll like this one” she adds with a smirk.
you sigh and a tiny smile spreads around your cheeks. “is it against wong? i kinda want to bet to that.” xialing takes her shoes off and puts them next to her desk, she claps her hands and smiles while shaking her head. she takes your left wrist, pulling you to the door. you huff and throw the clipboard and the marker on a tiny table next to the door.
why is she so demanding for you to watch this fight? you’ve seen her fight multiple times that at this point you know how to fight just by watching her— and also staying with wenwu for so many years had it’s perks, you didn’t need anyone to defend you, not anymore—
you try to follow her fast walking, almost tripping with your own feet.
“cheer for me.” she smiles.
“i always do!” you push her with your shoulder and xialing laughs.
her opponents name was announced and when you turned your head towards them you couldn’t believe your eyes.
it’s him, looking at his sister then back to you. your eyebrows frown and you break in cold sweat. before you could do anything jon jon gave the signal to start fighting.
you never liked seeing him fight, it didn’t matter if it was only training or a real fight but you never enjoyed it. it hurt seeing him full of purple spots covering all over his tan skin.
and it didn’t help that his own sister was kicking his ass.
when xialing gave him a really hard kick his eyes searched for someone under the ring, you followed his sight line and landed your eyes on a girl with neon green pants. she made a face of pain and started to cover her eyes with her hands and all because xialing wouldn’t stop giving him a hard time so you decided to leave. now you understood why she wanted you to see her fight.
your hand tried to wipe the tears that had accumulated on yours eyes after closing the door of the office you were previously in. you definitively can’t believe that after all these years he finally decided to show up and you hate the way your heart beats faster after seeing him.
“i thought you were over it.” xialing’s voice sounds behind you.
“says the one who couldn’t stop throwing punches at him.” you talk back.
she sighs at your answer. “sorry, i should’ve told you he was here.” she pats your shoulder as she passes by you and you groan. xialing sits on top of her desk and plays with her fingers. “and i think i should tell you that he’s coming here right now.”
you shake your head. “what?”
the door opens showing members of the golden daggers carrying shangqi’s body. they leave him on the couch that’s on the middle of the room, after them the girl with the neon green pants comes in with a huge stack of money on her hands.
she looks at you and the gasps. “you’re the girl from the picture!” she points at you, making xialing turn her head.
“w-what picture?” you ask trying not to sound too nervous.
she opens her waist bag and pulls out a polaroid then places the stack of money inside the bag. she extends her hand and motions for you to take the polaroid.
you turn it around and the sides of your lips quirk up into a tiny smile. it’s a photo of you and him, he was 16 and you were 14, it was a week before he left. and what made that photo so special was that he was holding your hand behind his back so no one would notice it.
it was also taken on the day you and him shared feelings for the each other.
“why were you carrying that?” shangqi groans from his place at the couch.
“sorry.” she mumbles. “i could tell you didn’t want to leave it back at san francisco so i took it when you weren’t looking.”
you sit next to xialing, eyes still looking at the picture. you were so absorbed in your own world that you didn’t notice the siblings arguing.
your eyes immediately traveled to ring that has been in your finger for so many years that you don’t even remember the last time you took it out.
“he wants our pendants and the ring, he already has mine.” that’s the only thing you get to hear from the argument.
“why?” you ask without looking up, still staring at the picture. he stops talking and takes a good look at you.
shangqi huffs as his hands go over his head, scratching his scalp in frustration. “i-i don’t know, but one thing is sure, he’s coming for the both of you.”
when your best friend was just about to speak the alarms went off. xialing takes your free hand and pulls you towards a secret exit. jon jon joins before the door closes. “wait!” you shout, realizing that shangqi and his friends were being left behind. he turns after hearing your voice and only manages to see your worried face.
the secret exit which turned out to be an elevator starts going down. “we have to go back!” you say while reaching for the button to stop the elevator but xialing slaps your hand away.
“he deserves it! he left us at our own luck and never took time out of his day just to see if we were still alive!” she screams back at you.
your stare right at her eyes and she does the same with yours. “please.” you beg. “it’s you’re brother and he’s—“
“the guy you love?” she mocks. “fine! but i’m doing it just for you.” xialing nods towards jon jon, he then stops the elevator.
the elevator goes up instead and after just a few seconds it’s doors open, you and xialing step out while jon jon stays there. she runs to a broken window and jumps out.
jus when you were going to do the same, one of the members of the ten rings passes by the window and sees you. “shit.” you mumble.
you always hated being chased by them, they would never stop and that made you hate them with your whole being. it didn’t help that the golden daggers facility had the hallways placed like a maze.
turning to the left you could clearly see shangqi and the death dealer fighting. you ran towards them as fast as you could and pushed the death dealer with your whole body off of shangqi making you both roll on your backs and ending on the same pose spiderman often used.
more of wenwu’s men arrive and one of them takes your hand and tries to pull the ring off your finger. you try to pull your hand back but another member punches your side making you let go. the punch took must of the air out of your lungs.
“i’m surprised y/n.” wenwu’s voice fills the room. “still holding onto that ring uh?”
[***]
your mind didn’t have any thought other than wenwu must be out of his mind. there’s no way shangqi and xialing’s mother is alive.
“penny for you thoughts?” shangqi says next to you.
“do you believe him?” you ask while running your finger in circles on the spot the ring his mother gave you used to be. he doesn’t say anything back. “what are we going to do? i don’t think it’s safe to go.”
a few moments of silence pass by until you see him pulling out your ring out of his pocket.
“xialing thinks it might be true but me? you know there’s no way my mother is alive.” he extends the ring to you. he places the ring on your palm. “i always thought you didn’t keep it.”
you shrug and a breathy laugh leaves your mouth. “i loved your mother too, she took me in when no one else wanted, i would never throw it away.”
after hearing your words he nods, shangqi sees your put the ring back in place and holds his gaze on the purple crystal that got you into this mess. and he realizes that you haven’t said anything about him leaving, and it makes him wonder, would’ve been better if he came back for xialing and for you?
“i’m sorry.”
you scoff. “you’re sorry? just sorry? you never came back! i waited for you so many years but you know what was the worst part? your father took me as your replacement!”
he felt like his insides were burning, he didn’t know his own father did the same to you.
“i just wanted the death dealer to kill me after every mission, he never gave me a free day. your father used me to kill others and if i refused well, it wasn’t pretty so no, i can't forgive you and for so many years I wanted to search for you after i left but now i can't even look at you.” after your final words there's complete silence.
shangqi takes your wrist just like his sister did earlier on and forces you to sit next to him on his childhood bed. he bring you closer to his chest and puts his free hand on the back of your head making you press against his body.
“i want to forgive you because i-i still love you.” you whispered, afraid that his father would hear.
shangqi applied more pressure to your body, melting in each other’s arms. he places his forehead against yours looking directly to your eyes.
“i still love you too.”
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A Precious Teen (2)
A/N: UHHHHH. Okay. So this is in my Stark!ReaderVerse! Feedback, as awlays, extremely appreciated and desired. I just needed something random, short, and silly to write so we have this mess now.
as requested/talked about by @stargazingcarol
TAG LIST NOTES: I have no idea how to efficiently make a tag lists and am lazy as shit, so I would recommend post notifications just bc i’m, well,…tired lazy person
Pairings/Characters: Shang-Chi x Stark!Reader, Peter Parker x Stark!Reader (PLATONIC), Katy Chen, mentions: Steve Rogers
Warnings: fluff/crack drabble? I don’t know how to categorize it. swears. drinking
Summary: Bringing Peter Parker to San Francisco seemed like a good idea at the time. And now you are showing Peter a little bit of the San Francisco nightlife. Hijinks ensue.
WC: 2,862
Dinner was interesting. “Interesting” being that Katy and Peter got along way better than predicted. Of course you felt they’d all get along with each other, but Katy and Peter really honed in on roasting people and cracking jokes. Was that the worst thing in the world? No, not really, not unless you were, well, you and Shangqi who had to suffer their torment.
“Hey,” Katy said as she draped an arm around Peter’s shoulders. “The young spider and I were thinking that we should get some dessert.”
You looked to Shangqi who raised an eyebrow at you.
“Why do I feel like we’ve suddenly become the parents?” He asked you jokingly.
You raised your purse, “Because mama’s treating tonight.”
“Oh, he blinked twice. “Well, since dad’s off the hook. Can we get some boba?”
You snickered and looked behind you to Peter, “Good with that?”
“Hell yeah,” Peter agreed. “Can we get some chips, too? Oh, and maybe some, like, snack cakes or something? Actually, I’m kind of hungry. Any pizza places —“
“Oh, great. Someone else that eats like you,” Katy remarked as she smacked the back of Shangqi’s shoulders. “We should put you two in an eating competition.”
“I wouldn’t mind,” Shangqi shrugged and swung your linked hands back and forth. “You know they only have drinks at that place. We can bring our own food.”
“Are we really having second dinner and dessert?” You laughed then shrugged. “Yeah I’m not even mad about that, walking around has given my stomach new life. Okay, let’s do it. Dessert, then we bring second dinner?”
“God you guys have stomach dumpsters,” Katy joked. “One problem. It’s 21 and up only after 9 and he’s definitely under 21.”
Peter pouted, “What? No, no. I can totally pass for a 21 year old.”
You all stopped waking and stopped to look at Peter. He puffed out his chest to try to appear older, making you snort before stepping forward and running your fingers through his hair to comb it back, “We’ll fix this hair up, make it look like you have your shit together.”
“I totally have my shit together!” He replied.
Shangqi snorted.
“Oh, don’t even, Steve,” Peter teased making Shangqi pout.
“Whatever, arachnco-baby.”
“It’s —“
“Katy. What else?” you asked her over the two of them going back and forth with each other.
Katy hummed and looked him over. Peter was now quiet as he had the two of you hovering over him and scrutinizing him. Katy snapped her fingers in realization, “What am I thinking? You’re a teen. Just use your fake ID if they ask.”
You laughed, “Peter doesn’t have a fake ID.” You explained to her. When Peter was quiet, you slowly turned to stare at him in shock. Peter laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his head. “Peter freaking Parker. You have a fake ID?!”
“Hey, you can’t be mad!” Peter said quickly as he jumped backwards from you. “You totally abandoned me in my time of need and life is hard — “
“So what, you’re an alcoholic!? You’re a kid!”
“No! I just got it just in case I needed to do Avengery things and no one was with me!” He argued. “And, you know…to see R-rated movies.”
You stared at him, “Peter. You’re old enough to see R-rated movies without a fake ID.”
“Well, yeah, I realized that after,” he trailed off. “So we’re good.”
You sighed, “They grow so fast.”
“Didn’t you have a fake ID?” Shangqi asked. “You know, to get away with shit?”
You stared at him and laughed, “Dude. My dad was Tony Stark. I didn’t need a fake ID people just gave me shit — which is so morally concerning — but, yeah, I had people looking out for me so at least I didn’t become my dad.”
At that, Katy, Shangqi, and Peter both started coughing. They were clearing their throats, coughing loudly, and getting progressively louder until it clocked.
“Okay. Fuck all three of you,” you announced, making them all laugh. “Let’s go get Boba, food, and ignore the fact that you guys are saying I’m my father.”
“You are,” Peter said as he walked next to you. “You really, definitely are.”
With a pained smile, you lifted your arm and draped it around his shoulders, “Yeah, you are too, Parker.”
~*~
At the karaoke bar, they let Peter in without any issues. You guys made yourself at home in your usual room, set everything up, and Katy was picking songs while Peter and Shangqi were already eating pizza.
“Are we starting with drinks?” A waitress came by and you threw your hand up quickly.
“So I wanna do some bottle service,” you began, but pointed at Peter. “But he’s going to have a virgin pina colada, he’s sober,” you lied.
Peter frowned at you while she nodded.
“Great, what bottles would you like?”
You and Shangqi shared one look with each other, and quickly started rattling off the different bottles of liquor you wanted.
Katy stared at you guys in surprise as the waitress left, “You, um, you good?”
“Oh, we meant it when we said we’re getting fucked up,” you informed her. “We’re still traumatized by that Steve comparison. And, you know what?” You stood up straight, “Mom and dad want to have fun.”
“My god, you really are so corny,” Katy mumbled mimicking a teasing comment that Bucky and Sam had said to you. “Okay, let’s do this.”
“Yay!” You clapped your hands together. “But no booze for Peter, he’s a baby.”
Peter heard that, “I’m not a baby!” He looked to Shangqi, “Dude. Tell her. I mean, I can have a sip of beer, right?”
“You think I’m willing to convince (Y/N) to let you have some?” He looked at Peter and started laughing, “You’re nuts, bro.”
Together, the four of you were screaming to your favorite music and drinking, except for Peter, who was drinking his bodyweight in soda and various juices since he wasn’t allowed to drink. Seriously, every time he tried to sneak something you were there to slap it out of his hand and drink it yourself or give it to your boyfriend. This meant that you and Shangqi were absolutely far more fucked up than Katy, who came to a horrifying realization. She was the sober adult with the teenager now.
Terrible.
Because she felt like somebody needed to be responsible enough to make sure everyone got home, she slowed down on her drinking just a little bit. You and Shangqi were currently screaming to Lizzo’s Truth Hurts, which was comical, given that this had been Katy’s song of choice for the two when you were all stuck at the compound together. She thought it was the perfect time to send a message to Steve.
And, really, Katy in a screamo voice telling Steve, “you coulda had a bad bitch” was absolutely one of the best things you had experienced.
Peter was chugging water and wiping sweat from his brow, because instead of just singing, Peter also was dancing along. Katy plopped down next to him and nudged him, “How ya doing there, squirt?”
He rolled his eyes, “I’m good I just wish she’d et me try something!” He said to Katy. “She’s plastered and somehow still knows. Like if she was the one with spider senses.
Watching you and Shangqi closely, noticing that you were jumping up and down and singing, Katy shrugged a shoulder. She grabbed a can of soda, made Peter drink some, then poured a little bit of rum into it. She shook the can slightly and passed it to him.
“One sip,” Katy said. “And if they ask, you did this yourself. Just one sip.”
Peter grinned, “Thanks Katy.”
“Eh, if I can let my brother to try alcohol, I can let you. I guess. Better around adults then other gross teenagers pressuring you. One time, Shangqi and I were at a party and we watched this girl vomit the equivalent of her body weight after too many wine coolers. What a harrowing experience.”
Peter grinned. He thanked Katy and took his one sip, making sure it was a good, long one. He felt the burn hit his chest and he started coughing and pulling the can away. Katy took the can from him and patted his back while you stopped and stared at him in concern.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah,” he said quickly. “The bubbles got me.”
“The bubbles got me!” You repeated, throwing your arms up in the air. “That should be a song. Babe, let’s make a song. We’ll call it, ‘The Bubbles Got Me. Featuring: Lil BubBub’”
Shangqi was laughing, “Who is Lil BubBub?”
You shrugged, “We’re all LilBubBub, aren’t we?”
Katy blinked as she watched this scene unfold, “I have never seen Stark this drunk before. Wow, we need to do this more often. How you feeling, Peter?”
Peter nodded a bunch of times and rubbed his chest, “Good. Good! I feel good. Wow, I feel awake.”
Katy snorted, “Oh, I bet you do.”
“Being drunk? So not bad,” Peter said, then stopped, “Oh, Umbrella! Wait, I love this song.”
Katy watched as Peter jumped up, ran to the front, and started dancing to Umbrella. Katy crossed her arms over her chest and slowly shook her head. She could not believe this at all. This kid thought he was drunk off of one sip of rum and coke, and Shangqi and you were actually completely trashed. Holy shit. Katy was going to have to be the sober designated driver the rest of the night. Wow. What kind of crime was this?
~*~
You felt like shit when you woke up the next morning. You felt a heavy weight on your side and slowly opened your eyes to see Shangqi was absolutely knocked out in front of you, his arm and leg wrapped around you like a kid cuddling an oversized plushie. You snorted and reached out to close his mouth as drool pooled on his cheek and the pillow. The action made him snort and open and close his mouth a few times like a fish before he opened his eyes.
“Ugh,” Shangqi groaned, “I feel horrible.”
“Same,” you muttered and pressed your face against his chest, “I forgot what happened after I saw Peter do a backflip.”
“Same,” Shangqi nodded in agreement, voice raspy with sleep and dehydration. “I wanna die.”
“No, no, me first,” you whined. “Hey, Wednesday.”
“Yes, Ms. Stark?” Your AI replied.
“What time is it?”
“1:00 p.m.”
“Fuck,” you and your boyfriend groaned.
You gasped, “Wait. We brought Peter home, right?”
“Mr. Parker is currently enjoying a late breakfast with Ms. Chen in the kitchen, which you paid for, might I add.”
You nodded slowly,” Fair.”
“I wanted pancakes, “Shangqi pouted quietly.
You chuckled. “I’ll make them for dinner.”
“Sweet,” He took a deep breath and shut his eyes again as he kissed your forehead. “Let’s just go back to sleep, then. He’s fine. Katy’s here. Wait. How did we get here?”
“Katy passed the in-car breathalyzer and drove you all back here,” your AI informed you once again. “I have taken the liberty of tending to Ms. Chen and Mr. Parker while you were asleep, as well as providing you and Mr. Xu with some assistance.”
You could hear the panel by your nightstand opening. Rolling over, you watched as a tray was pushed out with two large bottles of water and painkillers. You sighed happily and took them both, thanking your AI while Shangqi looked baffled. He shook his head, downed the painkillers and water with you, then groaned and dragged you back under the covers with him.
“I can’t believe he compared me to Steve,” Shangqi mumbled. “Oh, god. Is that why you’re with me? Because I’m like Steve?”
“Please, don’t even,” You whined in agony. “I never once thought of Steve when I looked at you.”
“So Peter’s full of shit, then?”
“Well, yeah, because he’s a teenage boy. Just like you were, I bet,” You snuggled into his chest and sighed. “But, I guess he has a point?”
“Babe, I’m gonna be sick — “
“Hey,” You reached up to cup his cheek and stare at him. “You’re a sweet, sweet man who cares about others and works hard to protect people and keep them safe. You’re sweet, strong, and very, very cute.”
He puffed out his bottom lip as he thought about this, “Am I cuter than Steve?”
You snorted, “You are leagues above him in the cuteness department.”
He hummed, “Well, I guess that’s not so bad.”
“See?” You chuckled and kissed his jawline, “I guess it’s not terrible. I mean, he did it to be a little bitch, but, there’s worse comparisons.”
He nodded, “Yeah, if he said I reminded him of Iron Man I think I would’ve been afraid of your level of daddy issues.”
“Coming from you? That’s rich,” You swatted his chest. “Ugh. I need to shower. I feel like I’m alcohol sweating.”
“You are,” he nodded. “And I feel like I’m going to puke.”
“I’ve got a really sexy idea,” you said, drumming your hands on his chest. “I jump in that shower and get it started. You vomit your heart’s content, and then jump in with me.”
He hummed, “You wanna hear the sounds of me vomiting?”
You shrugged, “I think we’ve been together long enough and been through enough that hearing you vomit is nothing.”
He nodded, “True. And I’ve seen you run to a bathroom and scream you weren’t going to make it, so.”
“What a perfect couple,” you nodded. “Okay, okay. I’ll go first. If I don’t make it….I love you.”
“I love you more,” He murmured and kissed you before watching you get out of bed.
Shangqi eventually found the strength to get out of bed. As predicted, he was draped over your toilet and hurling until he couldn’t anymore, and then he was hopping in the shower with you, toothbrush he left in your home hanging out of his mouth waiting for you to put toothpaste on it, since you were already brushing yours inside.
After your shower together, you both went downstairs to see Katy and Peter hanging around the table. Shangqi was squinting from the sunlight entering your kitchen, while you were taking a page out of your dad’s playbook and rocking sunglasses indoors. You saw Peter doing the same and narrowed your eyes suspiciously.
“I’m sorry,” you blurted out. “Are you wearing hungover shades?”
“What? No. I’m not hungover, I’m just showing Katy how cool they looked,” Peter said as he quickly took them off.
“Yeah, it would be impossible to be hungover after one sip of rum,” Katy said. “It was adorable, though, that out thought you were drunk.”
You gasped, “You drank! I said no drinking.”
“That was on me. I let him have a sip. Just a sip, and I watched him the whole time,” Katy explained.
“Besides, you and Mr. Stark — “
You pointed a finger at him as Shangqi poured you a mug of black coffee and slipped a doughnut through your outstretched finger. “I am the early product of my dad’s shitty parenting. Harley’s mid-tier, and you and Morgan are supposed to be better than us. So, don’t even start with our alcohol consumption traits.”
“Fine…” Peter mumbled. “So…I wasn’t drunk?
“No, but a lot of teenagers think they get drunk after a sip, you precious little thing,” Katy cooed and patted the top of his head.
“Not Katy,” Shangqi piped up as he took a seat next to Peter. “Our first party? Some girl had two baby sips of a wine cooler and said she felt wrecked. Katy took the bottle from her, chugged it, and then called her a poser.”
“And that’s why we love Katy. She’s a gem,” you said, moving on to your second doughnut and sitting beside Katy. “So, Peter — “
“Yeah?”
You nodded to your boyfriend, “Does he pass the ‘vibe check’ as you youth say?”
He groaned, “Stop acting like you’re a hundred years old it’s so weird! You’re not even, like, crazy old or anything.” He shook his head while you were laughing. He looked to Shangqi who was pretending not to be listening in on this conversation by keeping his head down as he devoured an entire bagel in what seemed like four monstrous bites. “Shangqi’s okay, I guess.”
“Whoa,” Shangqi glanced at him, “Just okay?”
“Hey, I’m just trying to humble you,” Peter joked. “You seem cool…so far.”
Katy’s eyes sparkled in amusement, “Awww…he’s playing it cool in case you hurt her feelings and he has to kill you.”
“Yeah,” Peter nodded. “I’m, like, super strong and stuff. I can do it.”
Shangqi looked to you in disbelief, “Why does everyone you know want to kill me over you?”
“Have you met my ex-husband? No one wants a repeat of that.”
“True.”
Peter blinked, “Wait you guys were serious when you said Steve was young again and trying to get her back?!”
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we all have our secrets (4/5) - shangqi x asian!reader
Summary: Y/N finds a kindred spirit in Xialing. Xialing is an aggressive flirt (who knew?).
Word count: 3.7k
Warnings: angst, fluff, language, a wee bit of violence
Relationship: Xu Shangqi x asian!reader
Author’s note: Xialing flirting with the reader just happened, I can't explain it. 🤣 Only one more chapter because my writing muse/plot bunny decided to switch things up. 🤷🏻♀️ What can I say?
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“So, who wants to go first?”
The tension-filled silence only made things worse as soon as Wenwu gazed expectantly into the eyes of his ‘guests’. Shangqi’s sister glanced at them with a bored expression as she used the chopsticks to play with her food.
The only thing anchoring Y/N to the present was Shangqi holding her hand at her side under the table which covered a variety of foods.
Unsatisfied with the group not showing a reaction, Wenwu rested his arms against the table, putting his bracelets on full display. In Y/N’s head, she couldn’t help calling them that, knowing how much it bothered Wenwu when she dubbed them like that out loud. That thought alone put a smile on her face.
Y/N slowly turned her head to gaze at the man, only to feel his inquisitive stare on her already.
“Y/N, how are your ribs feeling by the way?”
Shangqi’s face hardened at the reminder of her injury before Y/N felt his fingers caressing her hand in comfort.
Y/N smirked, trying to get a rise out of rigid terrorist leader. “Oh, I’ve never been better. Nothing beats having your bracelets hit against the side of my body with a lethal force. You should try it some time.”
“Don’t call them ‘bracelets’, child,” Wenwu spoke slowly with narrowed eyes.
Xialing, who was sitting opposite them, chuckled under her breath. “I like this one,” she said before pointing her chopsticks at her and turned back to her meal.
“You tried to kill her,” Shangqi threw in, with simmering anger in his voice. In any other situation his protectiveness would be flattering or even arousing, but the ache at her side and the insidious situation they were in, took over her mind more.
“Don’t be dramatic. A Black Widow knows how to fend for herself after all.”
Y/N exhaled heavily. She was still processing the literal bomb Wenwu just dropped before she even comprehended that Shangqi let go of her in shock. Her stomach clenched once the realization hit her that Wenwu managed to hit her where it would hurt the most. The life she built for herself. The life she built together with Shangqi.
Y/N swallowed thickly as she turned her head to look at Shangqi pleadingly. Silently begging him to look at her.
Despite the silence taking over the room, the blood rushed to her head, making her feel all woozy from the incoming ringing taking over. With her heartbeat racing nervously in Y/N’s chest, she could feel Xialing’s intrigued stare on her.
“Wait, you’re a Black Widow, for real? Like, Natasha Romanoff-Black Widow?” Katy asked with a hoarse voice made of surprise and reverie. Y/N didn’t know whether her friend’s admiration was for her former status as a Black Widow or her connection to Romanoff.
The mere mention made Y/N abruptly face her with a venomous glare. “Don’t mention that name.”
Satisfied with that outcome, Wenwu laced his fingers together. Smug apathy took over his features. It made Y/N wonder what horrors he had to face in his immortal life to gain that perspective that people were just disposable.
“To be honest, I knew you meant something to my son and … you were just a means to an end. I didn’t really care in what kind of state you’d end up.”
Y/N leaned forward in her chair. “Just admit it,” she glared at Wenwu with her next words, “you send my sisters after me, you’re trying to have me killed.”
The stillness of Shangqi’s body was starting to worry her as her anxious eyes met the side of his head. “Shangqi? Please look at me,” Y/N begged him openly, knowing how rare it was for her to admit her vulnerabilities. To earnestly admit her feelings.
Shangqi stubbornly faced the table and settled his arms on the table, openly defying her wish for closeness. Shangqi was all about showing affection - it was one of the things that unsettled her upon meeting him. How the Red Room upbringing had enforced her to remain unfeeling, not to let anyone get close to her and never to trust anyone. It was strange how she craved Shangqi’s sign of affection by a simple touch.
He merely clenched his jaw, refusing to face her again.
Wenwu asked with an innocent voice, “Oh, you didn’t tell him about that? That’s harsh.”
It turned out a ‘family’ dinner could turn out even more awkward than previously thought. If Wenwu’s monologue about the Mandarin’s impersonation and appropriation of the Ten Rings wasn’t bad enough, Shangqi’s cold exterior was.
Y/N felt like she was on the outside looking in of this intimate and most tension-fueled event. Her skin was burning from Shangqi not even sparing her another glance.
Y/N clenched her jaw and focused her eyes straight ahead. Astonishment hit her once Y/N met the soft-eyed glance of Xialing as Shangqi’s sister let sympathy shine through like a blanket.
“I’ll let you freshen up,” Wenwu cleansed his fingers with a light-colored napkin that complimented his dress shirt and casually threw it on the table before standing up, “and I will meet you all in my office to talk about things.”
The moment that Wenwu’s presence was gone, and the heavy tension left with him – save for Shangqi’s which left a pang in her chest - the body language of everyone changed dramatically.
“Guys, please tell me we’re not sticking around for this lunatic. No hard feelings, man,” Katy admitted with honesty.
“None taken,” Xialing and Shangqi retorted simultaneously.
“And no. We’ll see what his plan is and then we’re getting the hell out of here.” Her brother assured them.
The escape from the Ten Rings headquarters turned out messier and even more fantastical than Y/N had expected. Getting her gear back, discovering the former Mandarin imposter, escaping with the former Mandarin imposter through a magical maze and reaching the magical dimension of Ta Lo.
A small part of Y/N believed that Xialing reveled in the misery of her older brother when she took the seat by the door, effectively squeezing Y/N into a tight space with Shangqi. Being able to feel every sharp turn - or more like his strong muscles, as they tensed with every colliding touch.
The fact that this was such a fantastical place wasn’t the only factor to make Y/N feel so out of place. It was the distance Shangqi kept between him and her. It felt like Y/N was merely tolerated for the ride and she hated being the passive force.
The cooing noise under her fingertips pulled her out of her thoughts and made Y/N look down to one of the fantastical animals which habituated this home territory that had slowly inched towards her as she ruminated on the patch of grass. Upon further observation it appeared to be a hybrid of a red-golden winged lion. Absentmindedly, Y/N stroked the soft feathers of its wings and watched its wide golden eyes settle on her as it snuggled deeper along her calves.
“You seem to have a magical touch.”
The sudden voice made Y/N look up in curiosity.
Xialing was wearing her new silver-black armor as she inched towards her with casual steps - a description she wouldn’t have associated with the rigid sister. If anything, due to her upbringing, it gave Y/N the impression that Xialing tried not to spook her.
Shrugging her shoulders, Y/N gave her new feathery friend her full attention.
“I never thought I’d enter a world where I ever encountered a Pixiu,” Xialing whispered almost in awe, like this animal was something to worship. Her eyes didn’t leave the animal’s form as she knelt down and sat cross-legged.
“Do you know the story behind them?” Her fingers cautiously stroked the back as its wings flapped from the care it was receiving.
Curiosity shone in Y/N’s eyes as she looked up, bonding over the purring hybrid. “Not that well-versed in Chinese Mythology,” she admitted.
“The males are a symbol of wealth, while the females are supposed to ward off evil. It seems you found a female,” Xialing explained calmly, just in time to have another dragon lion get closer and willingly snuggled at her hips before nudging her with his head. This one had a different color though, in blue-and-gold feathers.
Y/N raised a teasing eyebrow. “And you’re saying I’m the one with the magic touch?”
Xialing smirked indulgently. “Usually, animals shy away from me.”
“Is that supposed to mean something? That they have some sort of instinct to keep away from you?”
“Probably my own inhibition to get close.”
“It’s all about training, Xialing. You can train or manipulate your body for anything.”
As soon as the word ‘training’ left Y/N’s mouth, Xialing cleared her throat. “Speaking of training, is it true that the Red Room program only trained women?”
Y/N exhaled heavily and dropped her head. The moment the female Pixiu sensed the loss of her touch, she jumped into her lap, making her jolt with a humph.
Absentmindedly, she stroked the hybrid’s stomach which felt strangely furry than feathery. “I was wondering when someone would mention that part.” She inhaled deeply and gazed into the sky. “Girls,” Y/N corrected her, feeling that the distinction was pretty important. “They train young girls to turn them into assassins.”
“How old were you when they−?”
“Took me? About 7. It’s just easier to mold kids into their perfect killers and manipulators when they’re still young and … pliable? Simpler to play with their minds when they’re still easy to impress. To shape us into what the instructors wanted us to become.”
Xialing’s eyes shifted, trying to come up with words. “I’m not good with comforting people.”
In that regard - of wearing your heart on your sleeve - Xialing was certainly nothing like her brother.
Y/N cleared her throat. “I don’t … want you to?”
Xialing nodded her head mechanically, rocking her upper body back and forth. “That’s great to hear. That’s cool.” She pressed her lips together before awkwardly adding with an exhaling breath, “Cool.”
A pregnant pause settled in the air before Xialing asked, “So, uh, what’s your name again?”
Y/N snorted at her crude social skills, yet still replied, “Y/N” while waving to her chest.
“Xialing, the forgotten sister.”
Y/N raised her eyebrows at the offhanded remark and felt utterly torn between wanting to defend Shangqi and knowing how much the sister was at a disadvantage with the way her own father barely even glanced at her at his compound.
Y/N sighed and glanced when the flutter of wings touched her legs. “Would you prefer it if I defended Shangqi or you?”
Xialing sent her a side-eyed glance which was filled with annoyance. “You know, as much as I don’t want to be judgmental−”
“I’m getting the feeling that you’re still going to.”
She continued as if Y/N hadn’t said a thing, “−but what do you see in him again? You’re like way out of his league.”
Y/N scoffed with laughter which turned almost wheezing.
“Who am I kidding? You’re like leagues ahead. You're not even playing the same sport.”
“I love the vote of confidence.”
“I mean, who would have thought? A Black Widow and my brother? Talk about mind-blowing.”
“That would imply that we were on good terms, you know, since we’re not. Your brother has been giving me the silent treatment ever since we arrived at this place.”
“Listen…” The Pixiu purred underneath her fingertips while Xialing stroked the feathers of the male creature, “we don’t have time for regrets. As I much as I can’t stand my brother sometimes, you two need to have that conversation, before mayhem ensues. The way I know my father, it is going to come. Before it’s too late.”
Astonishment shone in Y/N’s eyes at her profound words, seeing the other woman in a different light. “Xu Xialing, I wouldn’t have pegged you as a romantic.”
Xialing rolled her eyes. “I’ll deny everything when someone asks,” she threatened lightly with glaring eyes. Xialing tilted her head and pursed her lips in mock contemplation. “Or I could kick your ass right here, right now.”
Y/N chuckled. “You’re funny. Shangqi should’ve told me he had a funny sister.”
“I’m serious.”
Y/N gazed into her brown eyes. “You think you could beat me in a fight?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” Xialing mused thoughtfully before sending Y/N a teasing smirk. Her eyes shone with a daring glimmer which had the intended effect when a jolt coursed through her body.
“I know you’re just trying to get to me, but challenge accepted.” With these words, Y/N stood up from her cross-legged position. “Try to keep up, would you?”
Xialing sneered. “That’s funny.”
“You’re cheating,” Xialing stated with a raspy voice.
A snort left her lips. “I would hardly call this cheating.”
Her hand was still rubbing the sore spot on her throat before Xialing sent her a judgmental stare. “You just punched me in the throat. You seem to have a loose definition of cheating.”
Y/N smirked. “You say that now and you haven’t even met my friend yet. She basically created the whole playbook of cheating. How do you think I survived your father? By being honest?”
The mention of her father made her spring into action. Xialing leaped in the air with her hand clenched into a fist.
It made a thumping sound against her wrist to block the attack which had a flurry of fists to follow. Y/N grunted before she switched back into strike mode and hit Xialing’s face with the back of her elbow, making the other woman let out a pained grunt.
A taken-aback gasp pulled her out of the moment before Y/N looked back and saw that they had lured quite a crowd of onlookers watching the spectacle. Including Katy who covered her mouth with her hands.
Shangqi standing next to his best friend, with his arms crossed over his chest and a frown on his face, made Y/N hesitate for a second.
It was all Xialing needed to trip her feet. Y/N fell backwards, with Xialing’s triumphant grin on her face as she was standing above her.
Xialing’s pride soon shifted into dread.
Y/N scissored her legs around Xialing’s neck. Pulling her opponent towards her until they were face-to-face, Y/N kept her arm in a tight lock, pressing against her pressure point on her wrist.
“Yield,” Y/N hissed through gritted teeth.
“You first,” came Xialing’s reply.
“Five more seconds and you will faint; with the way I’m pressing on your wrist. You’re probably feeling fuzzy already.”
Xialing blinked twice. “It’s a tie,” she grunted with wheezing breaths. The chokehold and the grip on her wrist were probably slowly getting to her.
“Agreed.” Despite the knowledge how Y/N could render her immobile, she released her thighs around her neck.
Xialing inhaled deeply before grunting. “Guess we need to do that again.”
Y/N’s head did a double-take from her statement. “Come again?”
Xialing squatted onto her knees before straightening into a standing position. Y/N looked up, just as Xialing’s hand was offered at her eyelevel.
“I could use a capable sparring partner,” Xialing admitted with a soft smile – an expression which Y/N wouldn’t have expected coming from her.
She accepted her help in standing up and brushed a few sweaty strands away from her forehead. “You’re very optimistic for someone whose father is intending to bring about the end of the universe.”
Xialing shrugged, almost brushing her body against hers as she stepped closer. “What can I say? I believe in delayed gratification. Baby steps, you know?”
“Really? Wouldn’t have figured.”
Something moving in the side of her eye made Y/N turn her head to see the dark-haired head of Shangqi moving further away with brisk steps, with his arms clenched at his sides.
Y/N furrowed her brows and glanced in confusion at Katy, hoping for some answers. Her long dark hair whipped through the air to glance back at her friend before switching her gaze between Y/N and Xialing and mouthed, “I don’t know.”
Y/N sighed under her breath, but still felt her feet lingering.
“Talk to my brother. There’s still time to train for later,” Xialing acquiesced with a soft voice.
Y/N turned her head with the corners of her mouth pulling downwards, hating that Xialing wanted to be the voice of reason. Still, Y/N hesitated.
Xialing insisted though. “Come on. We don’t have the luxury to have regrets, remember? Or do you want me to kick your butt again?”
Y/N ignored the apparent lie and narrowed her eyes in thought, teasing, “I’d prefer to fight you instead, actually.” Than to face Shangqi, remained unsaid. Nonetheless, she groaned before slowly moving in the direction where Shangqi had wandered off to.
Y/N cursed her quickly beating heart in her chest once her eyes met the broad shoulders of the man who had shunned her from the minute of Wenwu’s seed of mistrust. Shangqi had sought refuge at some sort of shrine which honored his departed mother.
Nervously licking her lips, Y/N was careful not to disrupt the sentimental mood he was in when she softly spoke, “What was she like?”
“I don’t remember,” Shangqi uttered with a grunt.
What a load of crap.
Her eyes focused on the tenseness of his shoulders ever since he sensed her presence. “That’s a lie,” Y/N paused, letting it linger in the air, “I might have been taken by the operatives of the Red Room off the streets of Koronadal when I was a young girl, but I still remember my mother as I cling to any kind of memory, I still got left of her.”
Shangqi jerkily shook his head, almost like he was in denial. “I can’t do this.” He turned his body and walked with brisk steps in her direction, but he averted his eyes as he tried to escape her.
Y/N would have none of it when she deliberately stepped in front of Shangqi. “Can’t have this conversation? Tell me something, what bothers you more? The fact that I used to be a Black Widow or that you found out from your father?”
Shangqi exhaled heavily through his nose as he braced his hands on his waist. His eyes wandered around before he exhaled with a grunt, “I’m not – that’s not –” With a glare, he gazed directly into her eyes. “Were you ever going to tell me?”
Y/N felt heat rise in her, almost in provocation from Shangqi’s defensive tone.
Well, two could play this game.
“Were you?” she asked with a counterquestion while her eyebrows rose high and felt silently confirmed through Shangqi’s clenched jaw. “See? It wouldn’t have mattered who you were or who I was because that part of my life was over.”
Y/N narrowed her eyes in speculation before her voice shifted into a whisper, “You know, it’s strange. I didn’t blame you for who your father is, but still, I never thought you would be the one to judge me instead.”
Shangqi tilted his head, refusing to believe her innocence which strangely hurt before he taunted, “Kind of far-fetched though, isn’t it? A Black Widow getting together with the son of the most dangerous terrorist in the world. I mean, what are the chances?”
Her eyes widened.
“Wow, and I thought I had issues with trusting people.”
Shangqi crossed his arms. “Was any of it even real? What you told me?”
Y/N deflated with her next exhaling breath. “I never lied to you about that. How I’m … scared of crowds of people or that I’m sensitive to sounds. When you grow up in the Red Room where all the girls were only allowed to speak when the operatives allowed us to, you tend to … loathe some noises.”
Y/N snorted in derision. What was the point of all of this? “Maybe Yelena was right. I was fooling myself into thinking I could have a normal life. To share my life with someone, be happy. To forget who I was.”
Y/N stroked her arms, hating herself for being vulnerable like that in front of him. Dejectedly, she shook her head. “But what does it matter? Nothing I say is going to change your mind about me. Why bother?”
Remembering how much Y/N tried to stop Shangqi from leaving and realizing the irony of it as she attempted to go with a twist of her body.
The warmth against her lower arm caught her by surprise before she glanced down to find Shangqi had caught her arm as his hand lingered. “Wait. I don’t – I can’t – This is too much. I can’t think about … me and you when there’s literally the fate of the universe at stake.”
“I get it,” she sighed before ruffling her fingers through her hair. “Anyway, your sister is going to deny it when asked but she thought it’d be a good idea to have that talk.”
A smirk tugged at Shangqi’s lips. “Didn’t take Xialing for being a romantic.”
“Yes, it’s hard to believe.”
Inhaling slowly, Shangqi gazed at Y/N with a pondering expression. “How high are the chances that you’re going to leave this place and get back to San Francisco?”
Y/N tilted her head at the suggestion. “And accidentally bump into your father? Very unlikely, Shangqi.” She pursed her lips. “Only you would reject the help of a Black Widow.”
“I just want you safe. I don’t want you to get hurt because of me. I get it, you’ve been trained by the best of the best, but…”
Not having expected that, something softened inside Y/N at Shangqi’s confession. They weren’t exactly the best at being vulnerable, as much as Shangqi tended to wear his heart on his sleeve. At least one of them had to. Trying to make him feel better and to alleviate his worries, Y/N spoke softly, “I’m not that well-versed with the magic stuff, so don’t hold it against me for not wanting to fight on the front lines.”
Shangqi exhaled deeply. “That’s a relief. Just …” His hand lingered in the air, as it hovered a few inches above her cheek before he finally stroked her skin. Warmth blossomed from within her body at the familiar touch. “Promise me you’ll be careful.”
Feeling her cheeks redden, Y/N felt hypnotized by his dark gaze. “You too.”
“Promise me we’ll talk later.”
Y/N nodded once before she smiled fondly at Shangqi’s insistence. “I promise. See you on the other side.”
“Not if I see you first,” Shangqi whispered quietly.
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