The Yang to His Yin ࿊ ☾𖤓 ( A Lord Shen X Female Reader: Kung Fu Panda 2)

𝙰 𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎: 𝚈𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝙽𝚘? 𝙿𝚝𝟹/𝟹

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Y/N stood in the bedroom, her claws lightly tracing over the fabric of the dress Shen had picked out for her. The delicate sequined roses shimmered under the dim light, casting a soft glow on the elegant black and red silk. She was absolutely gobsmacked by its beauty. Her fingertips brushed over the intricate details, each petal and pattern more stunning than the last. She could feel herself welling up with tears, her heart swelling with so much emotion it was hard to contain. Shen had outdone himself in every possible way, and it touched her deeply.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady her emotions before picking up the neatly folded note that was tucked beside the dress. Her hands trembled slightly as she unfolded it, her eyes scanning the elegant script:

This is a very beautiful dress for the most beautiful and elegant person I know. Follow the trail of candles.

Y/N blinked, rereading the note twice to make sure she understood. "Trail of candles?" she muttered softly to herself, her brows furrowing in confusion. What did Shen mean by that? She glanced around the room, searching for some kind of clue, but everything was still and quiet.

Her mind whirled with curiosity, excitement building as she folded the note carefully and placed it aside. She gently slipped out of her robe, her heart racing as she began to put on the dress. The silk fabric slid effortlessly over her skin, wrapping around her like a second layer of elegance. As she adjusted the straps and smoothed down the bodice, she looked at herself in the mirror. The dress fit her perfectly, the roses catching the light with each small movement. She'd never worn anything so breathtaking before.

With a final glance in the mirror, Y/N let out a deep breath and made her way out of the room, eager to discover what this "trail of candles" was all about.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Gongmen City, Shen stood on the bridge, the very place Y/N loved to visit when she needed to meditate and reflect. This spot held a special place in both of their hearts, a place of quiet connection and meaning. The gentle flicker of small flames from the hundreds of candles that lined the path illuminated the scene, creating an ethereal glow around the serene landscape. The air was cool, and a soft breeze rustled the leaves, adding to the stillness of the moment.

Shen was pacing slightly, his mind racing, nerves building in his chest. In his feathers, he lightly tossed the ring box back and forth, a habit that betrayed the nervous energy swirling inside him. He kept glancing down the candlelit path, knowing Y/N would soon appear, but each passing second only made his heart pound faster.

"I can't believe I'm this nervous," Shen muttered under his breath, his usual confident tone laced with uncertainty.

Mei Ling, standing nearby, noticed Shen's growing tension. She had been watching him for a while now, quietly taking in the scene. She stepped forward, her tone light and teasing. "Shen, you've fought armies, you've commanded the wolves, and now you're losing your cool over a single question?"

Shen shot her a look, his feathers ruffling slightly. "This is different, Mei. This is Y/N we're talking about."

Mei Ling smiled warmly, walking over to him. "I know it's Y/N. That's why you're nervous. But you've planned everything so perfectly, Shen. You've done everything right. You just have to trust that she'll see that."

Shen sighed, his gaze drifting to the flickering flames along the path. "I know, but... what if it's too much? What if she's overwhelmed? What if I—"

"Shen." Mei Ling interrupted him gently, placing a hand on his wing. "You're not going to freak out, okay? She's going to love this. She's going to love you." She gave him a reassuring smile, her voice softening. "You've spent so much time making sure tonight is perfect. You've done more than enough to show her how much you care."