#kim possible/shego

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Kim Possible Shipping: Kim Possible x Shego | Kigo!

Them from Kim Possible Series!

[tiny-feisty-gay]

man joy is hard to come by these days but wholesome fandom interaction? screaming to everyone i know about a really good fic that keeps (in the best way possible) punching me directly in the face? that's the shit right there. that's why i've engaged in fandom culture so long. that's what keeps me here.

anyway for any of my dormant sleeper agent kigo shippers, might i recommend:

Test of Time (114838 words) by JinkyCanon Chapters: 22/? Fandom: Kim Possible (Cartoon) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Kim Possible/Shego Characters: Kim Possible, Shego (Kim Possible) Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Feels, Accidental Bonding, Medical Trauma, I Will Go Down With This Ship, I Ship It, Romantic Angst, My First Fanfic, My First AO3 Post, Idiots in Love, Falling In Love, Declarations Of Love, Slow Build, Good versus Evil, POV Third Person Omniscient, Eventual Romance, Drama & Romance, Flirting, Time Skips, Work In Progress, Useless Lesbians, Lesbian Character, Women Being Awesome, Older Woman/Younger Woman, Romantic Fluff, Comfort/Angst, Tags Are Hard, Suggestive Themes, Post-Canon, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Universe, Sorry Not Sorry, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, Emotional Porn, Rated For Violence, Mild Gore, Blood and Injury, updates regularly Summary: "So you did call. To what do I owe the pleasure, Kimmie?" Shego was as smug and taunting as ever. Kim swallowed hard before answering, trying to muster the strength to utter an impossible sentence. There was a pause long enough to warrant Shego's voice again, "What's the matter, Pumpkin? Cat caught your tongue?" It was practically a purr. In a voice that cracked with fear and hoarse with pain, Kim could only manage one word. "Shego…" There was a brief pause. Somehow, the line became cold, and before Kim could finish her meek sentence, the other woman spoke. "Where?"

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(please someone else read this so i can scream with you about it, i'm already screaming in @jinkycanon's comment sections)

[bigbrainkatrina]

I'm Scared Too - a Kim Possible/Shego story

Green light fills up dreary skies over war torn lands. It's humanity's last stand against the Lowardians. Alien walkers wrestle with Doctor Drakken’s plant army, the mutant plants toppling the walkers with ease. Shego storms the battlefield, her sheer power coloring the sky. Thunder booms and flares with each strike she makes, her wrath shattering the long legs of the walkers. Drakken cackles gleefully, flying overhead in his hovercraft. Lasers fire from his many cannons, dismantling the walkers with as much ease as Shego’s wrath.

Meanwhile, Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable fight back-to-back. Both of them are fresh out of high school and about the same height. She has sweeping auburn hair with hopeful green eyes. He has brown eyes, freckles, noodly arms, and short blonde hair with a noticeable cowlick. They square off with the nefarious Warhok and Warmonga.

It’s harmony. Good and evil unite to vanquish a greater foe.

Warhok, the hulking green mass of muscle, dives at Kim. Ron bows low and spins into a deft sweep kick. Glowing blue light trails after his heel, and he knocks Warhok clean in the chest, knocking him backwards.

Ron looks back and says something. What exactly, he says, Kim doesn’t know. The air around his mouth distorts and vibrates, concealing his lip movements. The sounds are muffled, like they’re in a vacuum, but he is still shrill with emotion. He looks at her with wide, pleading eyes. Kim tries to look at him, tries to understand, but Warmonga keeps clawing at her.

Kim kicks and kicks, warding Warmonga off. Kim spares a risky glance over her shoulder.

“Ron! Keep your head in the game!” she scolds.

A crackle of thunder ruptures the sky, and the green light glows brighter. Ron turns towards her. Blurts out more gibberish. 

She puts her hands on his shoulders, eyes drilling into his. 

He gets more and more frantic, gesturing animatedly around them. Suddenly, he grabs her shoulders, rocking her back-and-forth in a frenzy. He bows his head against her chest, and looks up at her with tears streaking his cheeks. He reaches up towards her face, hand shaking.

She takes his hand and places it on her cheek.

“Ron,” she says, and traces of Shego’s glow escape onto their faces. Her skin ignites in feeling, the heat sending prickles down the length of her flesh. Her eyes water, and she takes Ron by the jaw. Intending to show him courage, it falters fast. She stammers for a moment while he waits with bated breath.

His dependency on her makes her angry, as does her dependency on him. Why can’t she be strong enough for the two of them, even when in the eye of the Apocalypse? She’s been training her whole life for this and—

She falters. Becomes weak. She can’t help it.

“Ron!” Her voice is strangled and anguished. “You don’t think I’m scared too?”

The green light goes up like an atom bomb, consuming everything. The power rushes through their bodies, erasing it all under an unearthly shade of green. Skin chips off their bones, and Kim’s arms lash out to ensnare Ron in a crushing embrace. But he’s gone. Her arms clap to her chest. She breathes her last before—

She awakens with a start, snapping out of her daydream. She pats down the floor to the aircraft, and feels the rumble beneath her palms. She pats down her arms and feels the long gloves she needs to wear for this mission. Sinks her fingers deep into the fabric, grounding herself for the moment. She looks back up at Ron and Wade; both of them have their game faces on. Ron is in a tuxedo, and she is in a sleeveless, black dress with nylons. Wade, the plump thirteen-year-old black protégé, wears his usual turquoise t-shirt and jeans.

Kim remembers what Ron and Wade just told her.

“Drakken and Shego are evil again?” she blurts out.

Enjoy the story so far? Finish the rest on AO3! Because, uh, I don't want to post 11,000 words on Tumblr!

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weisswälder kirschtorte by zohar fraiman, 2021, oil on canvas, 135 x 135 centimeters

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Speaking of a lesbian Shen Yuan, let's just get it out of the way this woman would NOT know how to act after transmitgation. Like, all it took for a male Shen Yuan to start acting like the world's biggest babygirl was dying and being reborn into a villain's body, what do you think would happen if he was a closeted lesbian who religiously consumed either porn or male centric media? She'd commit war crimes on the poor women who had the luck of interacting with her. This woman would squeeze Liu Qingge's biceps and playfully say she can always depend on her strong shimei to protect her, she'd U-haul a marriageble age Luo Binghe into her side room and treat her as one would a wife, she'd host her sect leader to talk about her peak's budget wearing exactly two layers because it's just so hot and we're all women here shijie, she'd invite Gongyi Xiao to her peak with a smile and too much subtext for it to sound like a simple discipline invite to anyone hearing it, she'd call Zhuzi-lang fascinating to her face with no type of irony or mockery. This woman would would do all that AND still think think someone means lebanese when they say they're a lesbian, again, the system doesn't know what type of evil they unleashed upon the PIDW world

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Dark!male Kim Possible and female reader and dark male Shego headcanon ?

The trip to the local café shop was supposed to be quick and simple, and you refused to inform Kim of it, as you were tired of the over-protective spy, despite him being assigned to protect you.

But again, Kim stomped over your boundaries and claimed it was 'I need to do this because it's my responsibility to keep you safe'

Well, Kim is hot and any girl would want to be with him because of his athletic body and fearless attitude.

But you want to get away from him in any way possible.

"How can I help you?"

You sighed, pushing aside the thought of Kim and his suffocating protectiveness, and focused on the barista in front of you.

"I'll have a..." you tell her your order, tapping your fingers on the counter as you pulled out your wallet.

The barista nodded and began preparing your drink, while you took a moment to appreciate the rare freedom you had away from Kim.

It was peaceful, no lectures, no hovering, no overbearing presence watching your every move.

And surely no unnecessary flirting.

That peace, however, was short-lived.

The café door swung open with a loud creak, and a tall figure walked in, dressed in a black and green attire.

You barely had time to register the sharp emerald eyes before a gloved hand clamped over your mouth and an arm wrapped around your waist, yanking you backward.

"Not a sound, sweetheart," a smooth, amused voice purred in your ear.

"Wouldn’t want to make a scene now, would we?"

Your heart pounded as you struggled, but your captor’s grip was hard.

Shego.

You had heard of him before.

The infamous mercenary who worked for Drakken, someone Kim had warned you about repeatedly.

But hearing about him and experiencing his strength firsthand were two different things entirely.

“Looks like I just got myself a little prize,” Shego mused, dragging you toward the exit.

The café patrons froze in shock, some even whispering, others too afraid to intervene.

Nobody is going to stop him.

What a bunch of cowards.

Just as Shego reached the door, the glass window shattered.

A blur of red and black slammed into Shego with full force, knocking you from his grip and sending you stumbling to the ground.

"Not on my watch!"

Kim’s voice was sharp, his expression dark with anger as he positioned himself between you and Shego.

Shego's confident smirk widens, as he holds you against him by the waist.

Kim’s jaw tightened, his fists clenched at his sides.

"Back off, Shego." He orders.

"You’re not taking her anywhere."

Shego chuckled, rolling his shoulders.

"Relax, Kimmie. I was just gonna borrow her. Not like they actually want you breathing down their neck all the time." He tilted his head toward you, smirking.

"Isn’t that right, sweetheart? I bet a little excitement sounds way more fun than being babysat 24/7."

"No, it doesn't, especially if you are trying to kidnap me." you point out.

Shego chuckled, tilting his head in amusement.

"Ah, come on, sweetheart. Kidnap is such a harsh word. I prefer ‘taking.’ it's much better" His grip on you tightened as he shifted his weight, clearly ready for another move.

Kim didn’t hesitate, he lunged forward, throwing a punch aimed straight for Shego’s jaw.

But Shego was fast...too fast.

He sidestepped at the last second, using his free hand to catch Kim’s fist mid-air, the impact causing a sharp gust of wind through the café.

"You always were predictable, Kimmie," Shego taunted.

You took the opportunity to act, stomping hard on Shego’s foot and elbowing him in the ribs.

He grunted in surprise, his grip loosening just enough for you to break free.

You scrambled back, heart racing, pressing yourself against the counter as Kim launched another attack.

The two fought harshly in a blur of movement punches, dodges, counterattacks, until Shego, with a knowing smirk, suddenly stopped and held up his hands in mock surrender.

"Alright, alright. I’m done playing around."

Kim hesitated, eyes narrowing.

"What’s your true motivation?"

Shego’s smirk deepened.

"I just needed to confirm something."

"Confirm what?" You asked, confused.

Shego tilted his head toward you, then to Kim.

"That she is important to you. And guess what? Now that I know exactly how much, this just got way more interesting."

And then, before Kim could react, Shego threw a small metallic sphere onto the ground. It exploded in a burst of green smoke, obscuring everything from view.

You coughed, eyes watering, as you felt a sudden gust of air, Shego was escaping.

By the time the smoke cleared, he was gone.

Kim cursed under his breath, running a hand through his hair.

"Damn it."

You turned to him, your chest still heaving.

"What did he mean by ‘confirming something’? Why would he care about how important I am to you?"

Kim clenched his jaw, avoiding your gaze for a moment before finally speaking

"Because… if he knows you’re valuable to me, it means you just became leverage."

A sinking feeling settled in your stomach.

"You mean—"

Kim nodded grimly.

"This wasn’t a random attack. Shego and Drakken have plans for you."

And that’s when your phone vibrated in your pocket.

A message from an unknown number.

See you soon, sweetheart. This is just the beginning. – S

Your fingers tightened around the device as dread curled in your stomach.

Shego wasn’t just after you, he wanted you.

However, there is something Kim didn't tell you and that is...Drakken is your father, that's why your mother tasked him with your protection.

But he can't tell you that and just made up an excuse.

Kim sees your worried expression, and wraps his hands around you from behind, placing his chin on your left shoulder.

"Don't worry, I will protect you from him even if it means I have to kill Shego."

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Alice Delish - Shego - Part 1

Part 2 / Part 3

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SANRIO x KIM POSSIBLE

Aaaaa I've had this idea in my head for almost a year I think?! And I finally finished it!! I hope y'all like these combos. I was hesitating with Shego because I personally love Kuromi with her attitude, but I thought KeroKeroKeroppi deserves this team up!

[askdrakgo]

"As for me? Well, probably green too. It reminds me of delicious pistachio ice cream."

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Shiego // patreon.com/fiabolic 💚

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Mood to post Shego

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KING

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catching mega hyperfixation on them (it's post-canon, I promise)