It’s time to announce the third annual Wondertrev Love Week, dedicated to celebrating our favorte power duo: Diana of Themyscira and Steve Trevor. The event will run from July 14 to 20!
SCHEDULE:
Day One (Tuesday): Favorite Affectionate Moment || Writing Prompt: London
Day Two (Wednesday): Quotes/Lyrics || Writing Prompt: Soldier
Day Three (Thursday): Battle Couple || Writing Prompt: Trevor Ranch
Day Four (Friday): Gal and Chris Appreciation || Writing Prompt: Return
Day Five (Saturday): Favorite WW84 Trailer Moment || Writing Prompt: AU
Day Six (Sunday): Favorite Trope || Writing Prompt: Letters
Day Seven (Monday): Free For All || Writing Prompt: Future
Please use this week to celebrate Diana and Steve in any way you want to, whether it’s making gifs, graphics, mixes or fanvids, writing fic or meta, creating fanart, etc. Also, because we know that appreciation weeks sometimes skew towards visual work, we included a second writing prompt to help get those creative juices flowing.
Don’t feel limited by the intention of the prompt! If you’d like to write meta about your favorite scenes, or make a gifset about something that’s not in the prompts, go ahead! Feel free to fill both prompts on each day. Feel free to complete a prompt for both Diana and Steve! The point is to create as much positive Diana x Steve related material as possible.
How it will work:
Please tag your posts with #wondertrevweek2020 in one of the first five tags so we can see it
@wondertrevnet will reblog ALL work with this tag
Feel free to message us with any comments, questions or concerns. We hope you guys have a lot of fun and we look forward to seeing what wonderful things you will create! We’ll also post reminders as we get closer to the event.
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London
Steve doesn’t have the first clue about Diana. That is clear from the first words she speaks of the iconic city of London. “It’s so ugly.”
Steve has to hide his smile. “It’s not for everybody,” he responds. Inside, he feels the reeling shift of the world under his feet that has yet to subside since the war started. He’s found the best way not to be bowled over by the constant change is to keep moving. But alone, in the dark corner of his thoughts where he allows himself to reminisce, Steve recalls his first trip to London.
The spike of Big Ben pierced the blue sky that day. The sun caught in the stain glass of Westminster Abbey. The crowd surged around him. Steve was a big fish from a pond so small it may as well be a puddle. That day he felt like he’d been dropped into the ocean. Cities were a spy’s paradise. No one cared about anyone else on the streets of a city. Everyone had seen wonders and horrors so often that they became commonplace. The commonplace was, to them, nothing but static.
London is nothing like Themescara. Diana spins in circles, lost in the wonder of the crowd. Steve watches with a warmth in his belly. She came from a place where she knew every person’s history better than her own. A place without surprises. A place where every day looked like the one before. He can relate. His farm town is much the same. The big city is stories brought to life. Overwhelming, overpowering, intoxicating. Dangerous. If you can’t keep your feet, you’ll be dragged under its current. The city may as well be the ocean.
Steve has to close his eyes for a second to fight off the memory of salt water in his lungs, panic in his veins as he struggled with the metal trapping him in the little aircraft. He got out, Steve reminds himself. Diana got him out. He opens his eyes and Diana is gone.
Steve whirls, fear catching in his chest. There she is. Diana somehow darted across the street to a store window before Steve could notice. She oohs over the display of tobacco pipes. Steve catches himself laughing. Diana has absolutely no idea what the pipes are. She only knows they’re new to her. Her unabashed enthusiasm bolsters Steve’s spirits.
“What do you think of London now?” He asks.
“There are so many people,” Diana wraps a hand around Steve’s arm even as her eyes dart from face to face passing by. “How do they all survive so close together?”
Steve barks a laugh. “I don’t know. I’ve always preferred an open sky to the smog, too.”
“There are so many men,” Diana says in a voice soft enough that it might be only to herself.”
Steve squeezes her hand on his arm reassuringly. She turns her bright eyes on him. “I think I like London, Steve Trevor.”
Steve grins. “Me too.”
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