#steve x diana

[c00kieknight]

The ideal ship dynamic is a tall, gorgeous, talented brunette with a disregard for social cues, who stands apart even among their own people, and a slightly traumatized Chris Pine

[somewherefornow]

STEVE TREVOR + CALLING DIANA “ANGEL” in WONDER WOMAN (2016)

[kstarlitchaotics]

Funny how Steve can be this sweet romantic guy in one panel

But then quickly changes once WW was being threatened

The man ain't messing around no one threatens his angel

[my-badships]

Inspired by the D&D movie, High Fantasy WonderTrev featuring Steve as a Rogue/Bard and Diana as an Elven Paladin

[warrier-queann]

I don’t have a favorite trop-

The girlboss and the guy devoted to her

[alittlefallofrain]

wonder woman (2017)

[celticcatgirl2]

“But sir have you considered that maybe some of us WANT her to step on them? Personally? I’d be the first in line….”

[hiraeth-doux]

hi! i doubt you'll see this but not too long ago i found myself bouncing back on a wondertrev brainrot after quite awhile and i ended up rereading your where the lights are fic (and gave you a comment cause i totally forgot to do it the first time you finished posting all chapters!) just wanted to let you know, you've been one of my favorite wondertrev fic writers for nearly six years now and i still recc your works to my friends who ask for fic suggestions :)

I am so, so sorry for taking ages to reply to your lovely comment! Thank you so much for taking the time not only to read my story twice but to also comment, I really appreciate it :) Diana and Steve are truly special and it means a lot to me that you liked it, and that you still like it and even recommend it to people! Knowing that we may not be getting another movie, I'm so glad that people are still around to read fic. I sure do miss Steve and Diane, they are truly special!

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Pairing/Characters: Diana/Steve, minor Clark/Lois, Zatanna Rating: Teen Word Count: 2612 Summary: Diana misses Steve. Until she doesn’t have to anymore.

[pennywaltzy]

The Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire) -- Wondertrev

So sorry for the angst!

The Bitter And The Sweet - They've been through so much, but they have so little time left that they try and enjoy each moment to the fullest. Sometimes, though, they talk about what will happen when he's gone.

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Christmas. She had grown to love the holiday over the years, years spent happily with Steve. He had gotten older while she had stayed young and vibrant, and this was their fortieth Christmas together now. He decorated the tree while she decorated the mantle in their apartment in Paris. It was done in almost companionable silence, with only Christmas music making a sound.

Suddenly Diana felt arms at her waist, twirling her around and settling, one hand on her shoulder and the other at her waist. “Care for a dance?” Steve asked, a twinkle in his eye. He might be in his seventies now, but he was as lithe and spry as ever.

“I think a dance would be lovely,” she beamed, and they began a waltz around the living room to “Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire,” Steve humming along with the song as he guided her around furniture and then dipped her before pulling her back up.

She smiled, though it was bittersweet. The terminal cancer diagnosis six months ago had been a blow, and he’d said no to chemotherapy and radiation. He wanted to be as whole and healthy as he could be despite cancer, living his life with Diana to the fullest. Their old friends from the Wars were gone, and their new friends all thought Steve was a dashing retiree and Diana was his caretaker.

If they only knew the depth of love that ran between them. It had survived his near death at the hands of Ares and many more adventures among gods and men. What they had now was a slice of peace, their own private Heaven. She wanted more, she’d always want more, but she had been lucky so far. She was thankful for what she’d been given when she could have lost him so many times before.

“We aren’t going to have many more holidays like this one,” he said once she was upright and close to him. His hand was in her hand and he had his other hand wrapped around her waist. It was almost like in this close proximity he could read her mind. “Do you ever wish it was different?”

“Different means I could have lost you in World War I,” she said. “Or World War II. Or on any number of the missions we ran together.”

“Different also means we could have had children,” he said.

“The children we’ve fostered have a special place in my heart,” Diana said. “I loved them all as though they were my own.”

“I did too, but there would have been one that’s ours.”

“We could always do what my mother did,” she said. “Make a child out of clay and ask the gods to breathe life into him.”

“Would the gods listen?” he asked, pulling back.

“Maybe.” She paused. “There are other ways. We could adopt. I could adopt, I mean.”

“I don’t want you to be alone when I’m gone,” he said. “I don’t want you to spend the rest of your life missing me.”

“I won’t,” she said. “I promise, I’ll live life to the fullest, in your memory.” She leaned in and kissed him then, a kiss full of promises for days to come. She would live her life to the fullest, even if she didn’t have him by her side.

[suegeek]

(From The Trevors: The Last Battle)

“Why do I do this?” he said, leaning his head against the wall of his ship. He was exhausted, mentally and physically demoralized.

Suddenly he found himself in his father’s old hangar on Okalahoma. He turned around to see himself as an eager 3 year old, his father dressing him in a World War I pilot’s hat, goggles and scarf. He looked at himself in the mirror when his father finished.

“I look like Snoopy before he fights the Red Baron!” he said beaming. Steve laughed.

“What are we doing Daddy?” he said excitedly. Steve smiled brightly.

“You’ll see.” He went over to the corner of the hangar and pulled the tarp away.

“TaDa!” he said.

There they were. Exact working replicas of his father’s old planes. The German FOKKER he had crashed in when his mother had saved him from drowning. Next to it was a SPAD, his father’s old plane. Both of them full sized versions of the two models his father had given him for his birthday.

He jumped for joy. “Can we fly them Daddy, can we?”

Steve laughed, “That’s the plan Champ!”

He still remembered the barrel rolls and breaks, the Immelmann turns, stall turns, split S, Chandelles, wingovers, Low yo-yos, Lag rolls, flat and rolling Scissors, Defensive Spirals and how thrilling it all was.

They flew both planes all day, emptying the fuel tanks. When the sun was finally seting over the horizon, he was still eager to go again.

“One more time Daddy!”

“You said that three times already.” Steve laughed.

“We can’t fly them anymore today.”

“Why?” he asked, his azure yes filling with disappointment.

“What does Daddy’s cessna plane have that these planes don’t?”

He wrinkled his brow, looking at them.

“Auto pilot?”

“Yes, what else?” he shook his head.

“Lights. Planes didn’t have lights back then. That was the one thing that Daddy marvelled at when Mommie wished me back to 1984 with the Wishing Stone. We’ll have to fly them again another day. Besides, Mommie’s making Aunt Etta’s Shepherds Pie. It’s the only thing she doesn’t messup.” His father laughed.

“We don’t wanna miss that. Besides, there’s homemade frozen custard from the Abeernathys for dessert.”

His mother was waiting for them on the front porch along with his baby sister Lyta. His father picked up his infant sister while he excitedly told his mother about their day, making airplane noises and using his hands, he explained all of his father’s manuvers. Both his parents laughed, sharing in his joy and excitement.

Even his baby sister laughed, not even knowing what she was laughing at.

“Thank you.” He said to the Mother Boxes.

“Thank you for answering my question ‘Who am I?’ I am a pilot and a soldier, like my father before me. Like my father before me, I have a choice: to either do nothing or to do something. Like him, I choose to do something. I choose to save the universe.”

[angelyuji]

i was thinking abt this last night and i forgot to write it down. however, im in the bathroom peeing in one of the campus bathrooms when i REMEMBERED!

yandere justice league to me is VERY different from yandere avengers (not gonna touch on x-men or the other groups of superheroes just yet).

tw // yandere, physical abuse, manipulation, just… general yandere stuff

yandere justice league are manipulative, obsessive, and possessive, BUT they would never ever ever lay a hand on you/their obsession. like they would kidnap, manipulate, drive u to the brink of madness, but they would never ever physically hurt you. like bruce may borderline harass (y/n) at their place of work, clark may keep (y/n) chained up at the fortress, diana would gaslight (y/n) to the point where they abandon their family, but never would they cross that line of physical abuse.

but yandere avengers… they would use any tool at their disposal to get (y/n) to break. ive written abt steve already (so go check that out). but i feel like the clear difference (to me) is that avengers would hurt u to get what they want.

[somewherefornow]

STEVE TREVOR & DIANA in WONDER WOMAN: YEAR ONE

[superpowercouples]

Happy Valentine's Day!

[low-budget-korra]

Please, stay // I cant 

Did we make it? // Yes, we did

You came // You called

Why are you still here? // I love you, silly

We cant be together  // I know

Are you here for the treasure? // Im here for you

I wish we had more time // Me too

May we meet again // I really hope we do

[romancemedia]

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