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Wendolyn "Wendy" Jane
Here's a fic idea that I'll never be able to flesh out because I'm super burned out, but here's my take on a TimKon Clonebaby AU!!
***
So, when Tim was kicked out of the window, he didn't bother to call Kon because he thought the whole encounter he had with him was a hallucination. But, he's calm. And an extra thought he had as he fell was that his and Kon's clone-baby is secured with Martha Kent.
"I can't wait to meet you, Wendy," he says as he falls.
No one catches Tim.
Dick was too late.
Another family member he wasn't fast enough to catch.
***
Kon, Bart, Cassie and the rest of YJ had been devastated when they heard the news. Tim's body was going to be cremated, so chances of him being brought back to life by enemies would be nonexistent.
To comfort himself, Kon walks into the room Wendy had been lightly snoring in.
When Kon came back with Bart, he was surprised to see this baby in Ma's arms, wondering if he actually landed himself in an alternate dimension. But when Ma explained the circumstances of her birth, that Tim tried creating clones of him and Bart to bring them back into his life, Kon gently took the baby into his arms and wept. Then, he went to find Tim.
He didn't think Tim was crazy, but the whole time he was with him, Tim was definitely not in his right mind.
Now, Wendy won't know who her other dad was. Because Tim's gone.
But not completely gone.
Unlike Kon and Bart who left only memories of themselves, Tim left this child. She's not Tim, but she's made with all of his desperation and love.
Kon, after a few hours of mourning, vows to take care of her the best he could.
***
"Pa, why I haf two fiwst names?" Wendy asks one night as she's tucked into bed, after her first day of school. "An' why's my nickname Wendy?"
Kon chuckled. "Your nickname is Wendy because it's the name of my favorite character from my and your daddy's favorite show," he explained, also tucking in her favorite stuffed animal since she was a baby - a chubby, red duck called Mr. Duck. She immediately hugs it close to her and snuggles into its head. Mr. Duck gave out a hearty 'QUACK!' that sounds a lot like Tim's voice.
Kon's heart doesn't ache anymore. Just bursts with love.
Then, picking up the book, 'How to be a Pirate', Kon opens it and flips it to the bookmarked page, a new chapter of when Hiccup and the rest of the Hooligan boys discovers a coffin. This is the 19th time they're reading this book. And it will take 20 more times until they move on to the next book of the How to Train Your Dragon series.
"Your name 'Jane' is from your daddy's mom's name. Her name was 'Janet', and your dad was downright a mama's boy," he continued, causing Wendy to giggle.
"An' Daddy's name's Tim, wight?" she asked.
"Timothy, actually," said Kon. "Timothy Jackson Drake. He has a long name like you. But he likes being called Tim. Just Tim. Not Timmy. Not TJ. And definitely not Timberlina."
Wendy cackles loudly, kicking her legs up and repeating with her lisps Tim's funny 'Timberlina' nickname over and over.
Then, once she's done laughing, Kon starts reading.
The chapter isn't even over and his little girl, his and Tim's little girl, is already asleep.
***
There was a skateboard in the attic. It was right beside this box full of envelopes and journals handwritten by her late Dad, and it had some kind of engine at its base. It also had a whole bunch of scratches on its underside.
It's also one of the most beautiful things 12 years old Wendy had ever seen.
"Pa!" she shouts, running down the stairs to the kitchen, finding Aunt Pru and Aunt Cassie burning down her Pa's stove, like usual. She turns to her Pa who had his head in his hands, most likely trying to calculate how much he needs to buy himself a new stove. "Pa, can we buy me a skateboard?"
Aunt Pru smirks. "Tryin' ta' get cool with the boys, are we?"
Wendy rolls her eyes. Her? Getting cool with the boys? Not a chance. She couldn't fit in with anyone if she tried.
She's heard stories of her dad being able to become friends with anyone, from jocks to nerds. He wasn't popular, but people of all kinds just seem to be able to hang out with him with no trouble.
Not to mention, both of her dads looked unfairly handsome in their teens. It really wasn't fair when the beauty gene doesn't get passed down or genetically inputted into her. Ugh.
But, scratch that!
"Pa! Can we?? Buy a skateboard?"
Pa glanced to his stove. Then to Wendy.
It really wasn't a choice to begin with.
"Sure, I also know someone who could teach you," he said.
***
"YOU ACCIDENTALLY SENT MY DAUGHTER BACK TO THE PAST?!"
Bart rolled his eyes. "It wasn't an accident. She was meant to go for a little time-travel adventure!"
"Of course you'd know that," muttered Kon.
Away from them, Lizzie laughed. "I remember my time-travel adventure!" she said, ignoring Jon's deadpan stare towards her and Damian's completely subtle wince. "I got an A+ on my essay!!"
Kon ignored Lizzie and started pacing the floor. "Our timeline could be changing and we wouldn't even know it!"
"Thank you!" Jon said, throwing his hands up finally feeling validated.
Damian rolled his eyes. "We're fine, aren't we? The universe isn't getting destroyed or fading from existence. Additionally, Allan did mention she was meant to travel back in time."
Bart wiped a fake tear away from his eye. "Thanks, Dames."
Damian scoffed.
On Wendy's side, she was standing right in front of an abandoned warehouse in Paris. Or, to be more specific, an abandoned Lex Corp Cloning Facility.
She clutched the letter in her hand and stepped inside.
'I guess I'm illegally a Parisian,' thought Wendy as she walked through the creepy halls, further down into where the cloning tech could be.
Then, finally, she reached it, the big, green 'ATTEMPT 100 SUCCESS' glaring back at her.
Looking before the railings, she finds a familiar figure. One she's only seen in pictures. But, instead of the strong, smart and confident hero, she sees the most broken and saddest teenager in existence.
"Dad..." she calls, heartbroken.
Her dad's head snap's up, but he slowly stands protectively, clutching the bundle in his arms closer to his chest.
He takes one look at Wendy, and--
He...
He relaxes. He relaxes his hold. His stance. His everything.
He goes up to Wendy, a hand reaching out to gently caress her face.
"You have my mom's eyes," he said.
Wendy smiled back at him. "Yeah," she says, her voice almost a whisper.
"You have Kon's stupid smile, too."
Wendy rolls her eyes. "Pa keeps telling me it's your stupid smile, Dad."
Her Dad laughs. He's almost in disbelief. But.
"How are you here?" he asked.
Wendy opened her mouth, then carefully chose her words. "You left a letter for me. For my sixteenth birthday. I'm not going to get into detail what you wrote in it but, you said it was okay to tell you that you encouraged me to head to the past and--- here I am."
Her dad's brows scrunched together, the same way she saw in stolen pics how her own brows does.
"And you're okay to be in the same... vicinity as... your past self?" he asked.
Wendy nodded her head. "Uncle Damian told me so!"
Her dad laughed, bewildered. "Uncle Damian!?"
Wendy nodded. "He's an ass, but his heart is made of gold." She reached a hand out for her Dad to take. "I have so much family growing up, Dad. I... I have so much to tell you."
Nobody told Wendy how her Dad died. Or when he died. Just that he did.
So, lets her Dad take her to this apartment he rented. It was barely touched, there wasn't even the mess he was known for making. She guesses the mess was down at the clone labs.
But, once the both of them settled down, her dad changed into more comfortable clothing. And. It was almost like looking at a mirror.
Wendy's heart burst with emotion.
From there, they both exchanged stories of their lives until it turned morning.
She watched as how tenderly her Dad held her baby-self with the same love her Pa gave her. She longed for it. But. She couldn't stay any longer. She felt the timer Uncle Bart gave her vibrate in her pocket.
"I have to go back," she said.
Her dad nodded, gently laying her baby self in the middle of the bed. Then, he turned to her with his arms open wide.
Wendy took it. She hugged him back just as tightly.
Then, after a heartfelt goodbye, she left the apartment.
And then, she disappeared home.
It Started Out as a Bit, How did it End Up Like This?
Title: It Started Out as a Bit, How did it End Up Like This?
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/67590131
Pairing: bbno$/yung gravy
Rating: E
Summary:
Matt and Alex have a pretty boring day working at Matt's place until Alex stumbles on a video. What started as a joke, turned into a dumb contest with remote controlled sex toys turned into way more than they thought it was going to be.
Forms & Shadows, Ch. 4
Umm, there is just about zero plot in this. This is a direct continuation of the last chapter and yeah, 2.8k words of another lesson in humility for our sweet prince. There's a tummy focus and I'm going to leave it at that... (don't look at me) 🏃🏻♀️➡️
i’m only here for the gramblack agenda really
Ah, an author after my own heart...
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Higurashi Kagome/InuYasha Characters: InuYasha (InuYasha), Higurashi Kagome, Sesshoumaru (InuYasha), Kouga (InuYasha), Ayame (InuYasha) Additional Tags: Shameless Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, One Shot Summary:
Kagome is abducted, taken to a lab and then finds herself in a place with no light. She has no idea where Inuyasha is or if he'll be able to find her. Modern AU one shot
It’s definitely rated explicit for a reason.
Enjoy, you crazy bunch!
You Don’t Own Me [ ao3 / ff.net ] Rated Mature. Mentioned here.
Because what I say is how it will be. Regina, Dear, why must you continue to question my actions?
Fuming, she leaned forward against her vanity and began taking in breath after rigid breath into her lungs, trying to calm the trembling in her frames. Not only did having an argument with her mother send her anxiety to a peaking level and her self confidence down in the dirt, but it made her angrier than she had ever been. An anger that burned brighter and hotter than any smothering summer in this damned forest.
Now. Until you marry the King and warm his bed, you will do no riding on those beasts of yours. If I have to - I'll rip it's heart out and keep it until you're married.
Or crush it; she had wanted to scream in her face but her mother's magic around her throat had kept her from doing such. She still hadn't gotten over how she killed Hwin, she didn't think she ever would. Glancing up at her reflection in the mirror, a sneer formed on her lips as she took in what her mother had reduced her to. A shaking, trembling, pissed off mess. Curling her fingertips into claws against the desks surface she watched as she opened her mouth wide and screamed a guttural sound that she had never once done in her life.
Her childhood, she was afraid to throw tantrums. Her adulthood, it was unladylike and having went through what her mother did to her when she tried to stand her guard - screaming had never been on the agenda.
And yet - she liked how it sounded. Angry and raw, pure of pain and anguish.
Turning on her heels, she did it again and again as she brought her fists against ornate gifts that had been placed in her room by her betrothed that she never liked. She yanked open her dresser and pulled out gown after gown after gown. Throwing them onto the floor as if they were rags before turning and dropping to her knees, taking her nails to the fabric and tugging, pulling, ripping until everything was in shreds. Her screaming had calmed with the sound of each give that the fabric went through upon her assault to the dresses and by the end, she was smiling.
Even if not one guard or person came to her room wondering why she was yelling in the first place. As far as they knew, she was dead by now.