#KP Fanfiction

[teamgolore]

Glow in the Storm (Rewrite) - Prologue

Summary: Shego and her brothers had gained powers from a rainbow comet, but their lives were already hectic before that. Part I of III in the Glow series: Shego, Hego, Mego, and the Wegos before Lady Fate. [Art by @shegogogirl]

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"If it isn't my least favorite people."

Those words Shego had spat in disgust at her brothers and at Kim Possible still haunt her to this day. The latter was certainly true – at the time, at least – but for her brothers, it wasn't true at all. She wanted to hurt them, she… she figured that distancing herself from them would do them good, as well as herself – but she was always left wondering whether or not they were okay. Drakken knew damn well that she had purposely lost the battle to take away her and her brothers' powers.

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[artpo]

Kinn flirting aggressively and Porsche being oblivious are one of my fave scenes to write I swear

Soon, I'll have to write it the other way around because Porsche thinking he is smooth and then failing seems like such a fun thing to write!

I have a heavier and more plot detailed fic planned as a project for 2024. so I will need some crack breaks!!!

Also no one asked, but very soon I will share a fic that has been singlehandedly saving my mental health for the past few months🙌🏻

The premise is very cracky and it makes me so happy. Sometimes, it's good to let go of logic and put your character in some silly goofy situations 😸

Wow this turned into a huge ramble, if anyone wants to ramble back, I'm here❤️

[bleakyblues]

can there be any better appreciation for your fic than being told that it can be made into a glitter and gold edit by @moerusai ????? 😭😭😭😭

i don't know who you are op but you just made my day. so if you're seeing this, thank you so much for giving it a read and leaving a comment!!! <3<3<3

ps: gonna leave a link to the fic in case anyone's interested - His Kingdom to Keep

[lefemmerougewriter]

I had a lot of fun writing this crossover between Carmen Sandiego, Inside Job, Helluva Boss, and Kim Possible. I plan to continue the Cognito Files series in the future, even after I finish my other fics and have fun with it, exploring lots of different concepts. It could become my next big crossover fan fic series. I hope you enjoy this!

[wildelydawn]

Bittersweet Chocolate, 90%. | A KinnPorsche: the Series FanFic.

Welcome back to my insane bakery!AU.

I'll keep this short. Here is the updated playlist.

The chapter is dedicated to my Beta reader, Riehlla. Thank you for getting me through this, for octopi, for being my go to for lizard brain horny hours. 🖤

Summary:

When the Theerapanyakun Mafia tries to take over the remaining cacao farms in Thailand, Kim is pulled from his budding stardom and shoved into an undercover mission; infiltrate the family operated Kittisawat Bakery and find out more about their production and goods. Unfortunately, no one told Kim that the sweetest thing in the Kittisawat Bakery wasn’t necessarily the desserts.

Chapter Summary:

Kim learns about flours and manners.

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[davincsoo]

I will not write kp as merfolk.

I will not write kp as

I will not write

I will not

I will

[kidcataldo]

Random Kim Possible Post-Show Headcanons (bc why not):

controversial one but Ron’s worse fear comes true and he and Kim break up after high school

Kim bails out on college last minute (much to her parents disappointment) to take a job with Global Justice, while Ron stays behind to focus on school and work

Nothing happened, they just drifted apart while doing their own thing and after trying to make it work long distance, they both agreed it was time to part ways (mirroring what happened in a sitch in time)

Shego becomes a sort of mentor for Kim during this time, offering advice when her problems/enemies are no longer black and white (Kim discovers global justice is actually super shady and Shego’s like uh yeah, “why do you think I rebelled against them, Kimmy??? They’re the reason I’m evil.”)

And Ron befriends Mr. Barkin, of all people. But in that weird age gap work friend kind of way. Barkin no longer treats him like a student and instead treats him as his equal, even having a few beers with him and some other coworkers on occasion (while also emphasizing the dangers of alcoholism/DUIs bc, at the end of the day, Ron’s still just a kid and Barkin is still very much a responsible teacher just trying to guide him to do what’s right)

Eventually (obviously) Kim and Ron drift back into each other lives after a few years and get back together

Drakken briefly joins the good side. After his 5 seconds of fame are up he returns to villainy, though noticeably less of a threat than the newer villains arriving

He’s not quite retired, but also not as “bad” as he once was

Years later, he gets a sort of renaissance when a younger audience discovers Rappin’ Drakken and he becomes TikTok famous (he’s been “cancelled” a few times but always bounces back)

Shego’s image tanks after Graduation, so she ventures out on her own for a while to try to regain her evil rep

But finds her way back to Drakken after admitting to herself she wants something a little more than just world domination

Shego helps her brothers and Kim form a less corrupt system where Heroes aren’t exploited for profit and Villains are defeated more ethically, creating a level system that prevents powerful heroes from defeating/killing villains who are lesser than them and vice versa

Shego’s in charge of keeping the villains in check while Kim handles the heroes. They make sure the system is balanced

[gofordrakgo]

Quarrelsome

Quarrelsome: “Feeling or displaying eagerness to fight"

(Drakgo Drabble #95)

Drakken didn’t bother hiding his devious grin, biting into a slice of pizza – more cardboard than food.

Shego could protest her own geekiness until the crows came home — Cows came home? Nngh— for a long time! — but he knew her competitiveness overrode everything. And she’d been looking to pick a fight, that much had grown obvious with her major uptick in mockery.

He knew the ban from the arcade was coming long before she celebratorily blasted some acne-ridden teen who’d lost to her in some game or another, but that was fine. She wasn’t fighting him, and that’s what mattered.

[hellboundhimbo]

been working on this kuwameshi fic for the last ~2 months (it has lowkey been hell) but now that i’m nearing the end, i wanna share this excerpt that made me giggle

[teamgolore]

Glow in the Storm - Chapter 8: “An Eighth Grader Thing.”

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"School starts tomorrow," Henry remarked to Sheila and Melvin in the treehouse. "Are we excited?" Neither sibling was excited. Henry, in typical Henry-like fashion, just had to give an uplifting speech. "C'mon, guys. Things can actually look up, you never know, maybe something will surprise you in a pleasant way!"

"They're all terrible," Sheila remarked dryly. "Sometimes I want to blast them in the face."

"Blast them?" Henry chuckled at this. "With what?"

"I want them to explode under my glare," Sheila deadpanned.

"Amen to that," Melvin agreed.

"You should be more like the twins," Henry advised, watching the twins run around in circles. "They're happy over anything."

"That's because they're three," Melvin argued. "Finding a rock on the ground would make them damn happy."

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[artpo]

chapter 3 of be bitter, be sweet is here!

I wish I could be more regular, but my life is very messy at the moment, anyhow i hope you enjoy if you decide to read!💚

[bleakyblues]

Chapters: 3/10 Fandom: KinnPorsche: The Series (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Porsche Pachara Kittisawat/Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun, Tae Taechin Lerttravinont/Time Thaweewat Ratanapakorn, Tawan/Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun Characters: Porsche Pachara Kittisawat, Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun, Arm (KinnPorsche: The Series), Tae Taechin Lerttravinont, Time Thaweewat Ratanapakorn, Tawan (KinnPorsche: the Series), Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham, Khun Tankhun Theerapanyakun, Pol (KinnPorsche: The Series) Additional Tags: listen take the kinn/tawan tag with a grain of salt, it is there as a caution: a bitch is in sight, kinn and tawan are not yet together and they won't be as well, Not on my watch, just wanted to clarify that, now unlike that bitch, for the actually useful tags, Alternate Universe - College/University, Friends to Lovers, BAMF Porsche, Rating May Change, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Chapter 3

Summary:

Kinn is your everyday, ordinary guy. Well, as ordinary as the heir to the country’s underworld can be. But the point still stands. Kinn goes to school, helps his Pa with his work, hangs out with his friends and has a huge crush on his ‘good friend’ whom he is ‘not-dating’ (yet).

Enter Porsche Pachara Kittisawat with all the grace and stubbornness of a class 5 hurricane. And Kinn is lost, lost, lost . . . caught up in the winds never to emerge again.

[lefemmerougewriter]

This one-shot was the first time I had written for the Kim Possible or Milo Murphy's Law fandoms and I've love to do so again at some point. It was just an off-the-cuff one-shot in some ways and I hope you enjoy it!

[kinnbig]

*crashes thru ur door* i heard 👀 kenbig 33 would get a chance here!!! (obviously!!! No pressure!!!! ILY!!!!!!)

Somewhere with Snow

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: M Relationships: Ken/Big Summary: “Everything’s going to shit, isn’t it?” Ken says when they part. Big sighs. “Yeah. Yeah, it is.” “Do you ever think about leaving?”

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[davincsoo]

ffs i just might actually write a kp merfolk fic fuck

[kidcataldo]

Going through an old email and found this from 2019. It explores my hc of Drakken’s extended family (specifically his daddy issues) as well as their reluctance to become parents.

By this time I was already drifting from the fandom (personally I never fade out of fandoms completely, I always just linger after I’ve had my fill), so the characters might be a little ooc, idk.

Warning: NSFW content.

Title: Hello/Goodbye

Drakken didn’t like talking about his dad. Even after they started dating, he rarely spoke about it. One time, she remembers, while staying at his old family home, his mother mentioned a man called Percival during dinner. Drakken visibly tensed at the mentioning of his name, so Shego changed the subject and Mama Lipsky went off on a rant about half priced grape juice at her local market.

Later that night, while Mama Lipsky was busy washing dishes—both Drakken and Shego offered to help, but she insisted she could do it alone—Drakken showed her the wall where his mother displayed all her family photos. His family was Jewish, but non practicing. He far preferred Snowman Hank and all things Christmas. But remnants of that culture lingered on the wall, especially in the old photos. “The black and white photo with the couple frowning at the camera are my grandparents,” he said. “Grandpa died when mother was just a teen. My baba died when I was ten.” He also showed her a picture of a young Motor Ed, looking more innocent than radical, crying while standing next to a goat. “He was afraid the goat might bite him, like it did the year before, but Aunt Libby wanted the photo,” Drakken told her. Then he showed her a picture of his Uncle Robert, who died when he was eight. “He was the best babysitter,” he said, “because he made chili dogs and let us build a blanket fort in the living room.”

In the center was a picture of Drakken with a birthday cake. He was small, five said the candles before him. In the background there was a man sitting in a chair, looking off in the distance, away from the birthday boy.

“Who’s that?” she asked, pointing.

He only shook his head and moved on to the next photo: a picture of him and Ed with their mothers and grandmother with Drakken clutching onto his grandmother, his “Baba.” He looked so happy.

Years passed and he still had trouble talking about his father. Once he cried on Shego’s shoulder; a few other times he got so angry about it, his blue face turned purple. “He had another family, you know,” he mentioned once.

After the crying stopped, they made love in the room that used to be Drakken and Ed’s childhood bedroom. Now it was a mix between a study and a guest room. They started out on the creaky couch bed, but moved to the grandfather chair when Drakken became paranoid about his mother hearing them.

They had no protection because they weren’t planning to have sex with Mama Lipsky just behind the thin wall. But he seemed so sad and it was the only way she knew how to comfort him. It was their first time making love. At least it was her first time making love to him; he could have been making love to her all the times they had been together. She watched his face carefully as he struggled not to come, stroking his back gently. It was then she realized. And she had the urge to sigh out the dreaded L word as he penetrated her, but she didn’t. She waited until they were vacationing in the Bahamas three weeks later. She gave him a hand job snuggling in a hammock and the words slipped out like the come inside of him. But that night, in his old bedroom, she stayed quiet. His mother was in the other room.

Shego found out she was pregnant while Drakken was house sitting for Mama Lipsky some years later. She had been feeling ill all week and she finally decided to see a doctor about it. By that time, Commodore Puddles was Mama Lipsky’s dog fully and Drakken called her complaining about how demanding the dog was. She kept quiet about the pregnancy on the phone, and she really wasn’t listening to anything he was telling her, but at the end of the conversation he begged her to come over to keep him company.

She told him yes.

They were back in the old creaky bed, because Drakken did not feel comfortable sleeping in his mother’s room, nor in the room his Baba died in. He asked her why she was so quiet, if it was something he said at dinner—he had taken her to an old Italian deli that was once his favorite place in the world. She pretended that it was something over dinner. But when he kept nagging at her, she finally blurted out the truth.

He was too calm for her liking. “Oh,” came his response much later. He rolled on his back and looked up at the ceiling, instead of at her. “That explains it.”

She burnt her pillow and threw it at him, then went to sleep in his dead Baba’s creepy old room. She took care of her brothers most of her life. That should be enough.

They fought the next morning. Drakken was angry, and exhausted, because they had only talked about having kids once and they both, he thought, agreed they did not want any. “Well… things happen,” was Shego’s quick witted response, uncertainty consuming her. After the yelling stopped, they sat down at the Lipsky’s ancient kitchen table and talked until noon. Things were discussed, and other things were decided. And suddenly they felt so separate. Pain lingered. She wanted only to take back the, “I love you.” Bit her tongue instead.

“Nrgh, this isn’t what we wanted!” The words surrounded them, haunting them as time passed. Mama Lipsky was the only one who seemed happy. She proudly framed the sonogram and hung it on her wall of family pictures, right below the picture of Drakken and his dad at his fifth birthday party. She wanted to celebrate. Shego left almost immediately. Drakken stayed a few extra weeks.

They made up, sort of, when he eventually came home. Sex. Always sex, rarely any talking. But nothing felt the same.

Nine months later, fourteen days before Drakken turned fifty, Shego’s water broke. It wasn’t like how she saw in the movies. Her body ached, sweat glistened all over. She was sitting up the entire time, her hands gripping the rails on each side of her, with a focused expression on her face. A pale Drakken stood dutifully beside her, waiting…

And suddenly a small whimper—Drakken’s—as the doctor proclaimed he could see the head. She saw only fear and knew he was thinking about him. It had always been about him.Where was he, Drakken’s… Percival? Was he even still alive? They don’t talk about it. Not even Mama Lipksy.

“It’s a girl,” somebody declared, sounding more like an echo than a nearing voice.

With one final push, it was out: gooey, crying in the gloved hands of the doctor. Something burst within Shego as it was placed on her chest, feeling so foreign in her arms, so breakable.

Drakken’s eyes remained glued to the crying thing clutched to her chest. Was she what they wanted? The nurses took her before she could decide and she closed her eyes. They called her “Mama” while doing so. Mama Lipsky was Mama. Shego was… Shego. Was this what she wanted? Exhaustion consumed her; she felt herself fading.

She awoke in an empty room. No crying. No doctor. No… She searched for any sign of him. Nothing. He was gone.

Alone.

He was nearly fifty. She was pushing forty. Not to mention they were criminals, technically—with a few new loopholes, but still… She was on the no fly list, banned from entering twenty-something countries in just Europe alone.

Sitting up, she yanked out her IV and the alarm set off. Maybe she could start a new life in Bermuda or somewhere. But when bare feet met hospital tile, tiredness once again took over. She could not find the strength to fight her way out.

The door was ajar with hurried footsteps coming near it. Shego extended her arm for the nurse to mend it, already formulating some lie about how it fell off while she was asleep.

“Um, I have to go now, mother,” came Drakken’s voice, clearly. He stepped inside with the baby cradled in his arms and his phone up to his ear balanced by his lifted shoulder and craned neck. “All right. I love you. Call you later.”

Did he tell his mother he loved her? Without her nagging at him first? And did he openly promise to call her later? What kind of drugs did the doctor have her on?

Struggling at first, unable to cradle the baby with only one hand, he easily decided to let his phone slide out of his grip and onto the ground. The baby remained unfazed, calm in the comfort of his big blue arms. “Shego… what’s wrong? What happened?”

“Um, nothing.” She allowed herself to lay back down. He moved to her side, again struggling to do anything with the baby in his arms. She pulled the sheets up to cover herself, and he simply watched on. “I just… thought you left.”

“Oh.”

The nurse came trodding in, muttering something about patients needing to follow directions. He fixed the alarm and then the IV, making it extra tight this time to assure the incident would not happen again. And he was gone again in an instant, as another nurse poked her head in asking her for help.

Drakken and Shego’s focus remained on the sleeping baby the entire time. She had Drakken’s nose… maybe his everything else, too. It was too early to tell. She was white, but tan in comparison to all the blue around her.

“That was mother,” he clarified after a moment, gesturing to his phone abandoned now on the ground. His unibrow raised. “Oh, um, Mazel tov, she told me to say.”

“Lemme guess, her mama senses were tingling. She phoned because she knew I’d be out cold.”

“I called her, actually.” He sniffled. She realized, suddenly, he had been crying.

“Oh.” She sat up and pain shot through her, like a thousand needles stabbing at her insides. The drugs were wearing off. And her mind was clearing. “Look… I know this isn’t exactly—”

The baby’s face wrinkled and she began to cry. Drakken tried cooing her, rocking her back and forth to ease her back to sleep. His movements were awkward but gentle… loving. Another nurse entered, the one who needed help before. She smiled, gesturing to Shego. “Sounds like it’s time for your first feeding, mama.”

Mama. It still felt so foreign. Would they call Drakken’s mom Baba Lipsky now? Mama Shego sounded so sour in her mouth.

“Feeding?” questioned Drakken, hesitating before handing the baby over to the nurse, who then gently placed it in Shego’s reluctant arms. The curtain was drawn, the nurse stripped her from her gown, and then angled the tiny mouth to her breast. It latched, instinct taking over. “Oh. Feeding.”

The baby was back in Drakken’s arms about an hour later. He told her he couldn’t understand. All this time his mother loved him this much. And he couldn’t understand, until now. The confession took her by surprise. He seemed unfazed.

He slipped back into his old self easily; she still needed more time. “I can see it so clearly, Shego. My greatest idea yet… A play house! With a blue door and a garden—ooh, and a full kitchen set.” And he stopped, suddenly looking at her with uncertainty. “Um, Shego?”

She blinked. “Yeah?”

“Is the plan still to take over the world?”

Something inside her ached. It had been, hadn’t it? Taking over the world one day. Even after all these years. Even after all their defeats. But now, she honestly could not say.

A/N: My hc for these two as parents is Drakken finally finding something he’s good at and enjoys (sort of becoming the new mama lipsky) while Shego becomes reluctant/unsure about her goals in life. Also, I always hc them being older parents ¯\_(ツ)_/¯