#She became Diana

[bet-on-me-13]

Reincarnation AU but it's not Danny

So! In basically every single Reincarnation AU I've seen, it's always Danny who gets reincarnated as a DC character. Sometimes it's Jazz, other times it's his Friends, but it never really strays from them. And I think we've been ignoring some people...

The Ancients! Danny is always reincarnated as a "Vacation" from his Ghost King Duties, so why not give the same courtesy to the other Ancients?

Specifically, Fright Knight.

Fright Knight has been a loyal servant and Knight of his Master for Millenia. Ever since he first formed as the Autumn Spirit, the Embodiment of Fear, the Fright Knight, he had declared his Servitude to the Ghost King, whomever it may be at the time. And he stayed in that position, through the passing of the Crown, through the Violent Coups, through every single Ghost King who had taken to the mantle. He was their Loyal Knight. Never Wavering. Never leaving their side.

Until Pariah Dark, but that situation was different. No previous King had even tried to take the human world before.

Thankfully, Pariah had only taken the Throne for a mere 5000 years, so he had not had to put up with him for long, and much of that time was with him stuck in his Coffin. That was the first time Fright Knight had ever left his Masters Side.

Then, that insolent Halfa he had met before came into the picture and Fright Knight had a new master.

King Phantom was...different.

Perhaps it was his remaining Humanity poking through? Or was it was the influence of the Human Realm that he still regularly visited? Or maybe he was simply just a Good Person, and there was no deeper meaning behind it?

Either way, Fright Knight noticed that he cared for his subjects in a far deeper manner than any previous king had. He had personal connections with as many Ghosts as he could, and often called the Ghosts he ruled his, Friends. It warmed his Long Frozen Core to see a King valuing his Subjects as much as he did.

He did not realize that the kindness Phantom extended to his people, also extended to himself.

One day, Phantom had been discussing his Human Life with some of his friends. Not his First Life, but his most recent Vacation. Over the Eons since he had taken the Throne, Phantom had been encouraged to take a Vacation every once in a while. It was not healthy for a Ghost to work non-stop like he did, especially for a Halfa.

It was not an uncommon practice in the Realms, many would take a break from the Endlessness of Death to embrace Life once more through Reincarnation. Although, many were too weak to retain their memories upon their second Forming. Mostly, it was Ancients or Kings who would use this as a Vacation, rather than a New Beginning.

There came a break in the conversation, and King Phantom turned his attention to his Knight. "Frighty, when was the last time you Reincarnated? Pandora did so recently, and it got me thinking."

"I have not taken leave of my post for thr Eons since my Forming, My Lord" Replied the Knight with Pride.

"What? You haven't taken a Break since you formed!? Frighty! That's not Healthy!" Exclaimed his King.

This lead to a whole conversation about how unhealthy his lifestyle was, which was another quirk of his Master. He cared for his Sunjects beyond their happiness.

"Fright Knight, as your King and as your Friend, I implore you to take a Vacation. It doesn't have to be forever, just a simple Human Lifespan, but please take a break, for your own Good."

And how could he refuse a request like that? One based in the kindness that his Majesty always showed his Subjects.

It took a few more years to finally iron out the plan for his Vacation, but what are a few years in the face of Eternity?

Finally, it came time to take his leave to the Mortal Realm, and to Life itself.

"Farewell, my Leige." Bowed Fright Knight, "I thank you for this opportunity."

"There's no need to thank me. Now go, and have fun, My Dark Knight."

...

That day, in Gotham General Hospital, a baby was born.

"What will you name him?" Asked the Doctor.

"I think I'll call him..." Began the need Mother, "...Bruce. Bruce Wayne."

#Dpxdc #Dp x dc #Dcxdp #Dc x dl #Danny Phantom #Dc #Dcu #Fright Knight is Bruce Wayne #Fright Knight is Batman #Reincarnation is seen as a new beginning for many because you don't retain your memories when you die again #But for Ghosts who are strong enough they can recall their memories once they die again #And they treat it like a Vacation #Pandora also decided to Reincarnate #She became Diana #Pandora is Wonder Woman #Idk who else to include? #Who would be a good fit for Superman? #Fright Knight has a Shadow Core #Not really relevant but I just wanted to throw that out there #Also Bruce has very limited access to his Powers but doesn't realize it #His kids always wonder how he is so good at sneaking especially without a Meta Gene #Except for Cass #She is Better in general #Is she also a Reincarnation? #Idk but it's a fun thought

[strunmah-mah]

Has all the hush hush around who Trinity's father is been a red herring? A distraction to keep us from realizing that Trinity is not Diana's bio daughter, but adopted?

Cause dropping the info that Emelie is pregnant and then cutting to Trinity's reaction in the future does not seem like a coincidence.

#dc #wonder woman #diana prince #lizzie prince #trinity #wonder woman 2023 #if this is true trinity suddenly became much more interesting #like i'm still not completetly on bourd since she grated so much in that first appearance #but if i'm right now she's got depth to her #and i can work with that

[ultramarine-spirit]

Why Athy's coronation is a bigger deal than it seems

Or me overthinking WMMAP's worldbuilding

The narrative of Athy's coronation is so interesting to me. Perhaps it wasn't completely intended by Spoon, but its implications for the world of WMMAP are more than impressive.

What got me thinking about this is that, in real life, the heir to the throne is not "crowned" as crown prince, they are the person expected to succeed since birth. That would be Athy as Claude's only child, so why would she need a coronation? Apart from securing the position that people have been trying to steal from her since she was born. Well, if we look at how royal succession works in real life, until the 20th century crown princesses weren't considered heirs. Being the rulers of their nation by their own right was just not allowed.

They were more often than not the spouse of a crown prince, but even crown princesses by birth wouldn't inherit the throne in a male dominated succession. Which seems to be exactly Obelia's case, despite how its first ruler was a queen, Queen Ambrose, as stated in the novel by Athy. Some interesting events must have happened between Obelia's foundation and the present day for that to change.

We see some subtle signs of this in the manhwa. All the royal portraits only depict male rulers, and Athy mentions how immortal names were only granted by the emperor to his heir, the empress' son, that's why Claude received such a name (meaning "limping"). We aren't told that giving immortal names to the emperor's daughter was outright forbidden, but it's certainly unusual, as -apart from Ambrose- Athy is the only member of Obelia's royal family that we know has a name evocative of immortality. The named emperors, Anastasius, Aevum, Aeternitas, Caelum, were all males.

This makes Diana naming her daughter "Athanasia" incredibly daring. She wasn't the emperor, who has the right to choose an heir, she wasn't even Claude's wife, and yet Diana was the one who gave Athy her name.

So, following Obelia's succession and history, it looks like Athy was never expected to actually rule the empire or exert authority. Sure, she would be the empress, but she wouldn't be looked as an equal to her male predecessors. In the novel, both local and foreign nobles were very invested in who Athy was going to marry, saying that she needed to have a strong and capable husband, like Arlanta's prince Dice, since as a princess she was delicate and weak. Others (Roger) argued that she must marry an obelian nobleman, to maintain the power within the country. This was followed by a hilarious scene of Athy breaking the cutlery and shutting their mouths.

This kind of worldbuilding also explains why Roger was so focused on Ijekiel marrying Jennette, he wanted him or their future son to be emperor. As we see in the novel's LP side story, they never wanted Jennette to seize the throne, and she never got a coronation or the title of heir. The same could be said for the manhwa, Anastasius and Aeternitas wanted to use her as a puppet, not make her an empress, and in that way legitimize their accession to the throne.

Athy actually being considered the heir to the throne by her own merits and later crowned as such is pretty extraordinary for a world like Obelia's. Other series have coronation ceremonies for princes and princesses, so maybe Spoon thought it was a real thing, but both analyzed from a real life point of view and from within the narrative, it's an amazing achievement. Claude is obviously not someone that cares for Obelia's traditions, the nobles rescenting him for his origins, so it's even possible that the ceremony was the first of its kind.

Since Athy is Claude's only child, the reader would expect her to be the next ruler by default, but Obelia doesn't seem like a particularly equal society when it comes to both class and gender. This is even more apparent with the misogynistic treatment she received in the novel, or how a noble tried to belittle her in the manhwa. Even more polite nobles mentioned they thought of Athy as little more than "a cute little princess" before she became the emperor's proxy. So it was natural that, with Anastasius suddenly coming back to life, a good portion of the traditional noble faction would back him, despite being an overthrown tyrant.

In summary, Athy being crowned as heir is an extraordinary accomplishment in itself, breaking Obelia's tradition of perhaps centuries. I would dare to say, maybe an unprecedented event since Queen Ambrose's rule. And as the final chapter states, she would become an empress adored by the people and who would live on in history.

#this was inspired by an old ask where i ranted about Diana naming Athy and by a convo with Lithi #tbh i think Spoon just didn't know coronation ceremonies for princesses (and princes) aren't a thing so #1. Athy didn't 'need' one because she was Claude's heir already or 2. She couldn't get one because (they aren't a thing and) she is a girl #number 2 seems to be Obelia's tradition and how succession works but obviously Claude wouldn't care lol #either way i think adding a coronation to her narrative ends it really well. though it would have been nice to see her reach 18 yo #tl;dr: Athy girlboss #who made me a princess #i suddenly became a princess #suddenly became a princess one day #wmmap #sbap #sbapod #athanasia #athanasia de alger obelia #athy #wmmap meta

[jeweled-blue-eyes]

AU where Penelope has been hooking up with Anastacius, Claude and Diana and she is genuinely not aware she has been cheating on her partner the whole time because all blonde people look the same to her

#Anastacius and Claude hated each other so much that they were never seen in the same room together #she didn`t even know he had a brother #imagine her reaction when she wakes up after the party to Claude accusing her of cheating on him #*to Anastacius turned* #´´why am I hallucinating a less attractive version of yourself that is accusing me of cheating on you with your nonexistent brother?´´ #also imagine Claude only starting to work out bc Penelope kept comparing him to Diana who had the body of a greek god #thanks to her intense dance training routine #each brother thought Penelope was preferring the other when in reality Penelope has been preferring the Siodonian beauty over them #wmmap #who made me a princess #sbapod #suddenly became a princess one day #penelope judith #anelope #clauelope #dialope #concepts

[jeweledflowers]

some people: claude is a murderer! claude is a bad father!! **rant about claude**

me, protectively: claude. mine.

--

Rant incoming--

Look, Claude's actions for Athanasia in the first life are like this: he erased his memories for diana. he thus truly thinks athanasia is not his daughter. the black magic eventually kills him, from what we were shown.

in her second life, isn't he a fictional character (the lovely princess novel)? what is he supposed to do?

in her third life, he truly tries to be a good father. it's to the point that lucas has to stabalize him, because he tried so hard to wake up to help Athanasia against the nobles. and it's not like claude had an easy life; he was betrayed, misunderstood, always the second choice, and you really can't blame him for erasing his memories. Athanasia describes his pain as 'it feels like my heart is being ripped apart'.

so, thus, claude is my all-time favorite manhwa dad. wmmap is my all time favorite manhwa. thank you for attending this rant.

#i get angry when people criticize my fandoms #for no logical reason #if they love athanasia so much and she forgave claude #then what's their problem #wmmap #who made me a princess #suddenly became a princess one day #wmmap athy #wmmap diana #wmmap claude #athanasia de alger obelia #diana de alger obelia #claude de alger obelia

[pardonmyfrenchbutwhattheheck]

"Howl Pendragon gender envy this, Howl gender envy that"

that's all fine and dandy, but grandma Sophie Hatter? LOOK AT HER

gotta be one of my favorite genders of all time

#i love her #no but diana wynn jones was so smart for this #though the witch cast the initial curse #it slowly became something sophie clung to like a security blanket #as an old woman she is free from society's expectations of young women #her appearance frees her from the burden of being desired and having to be desirable #through this she can actually be herself #she is not restrained by gender norms #and doesn't have to act like a young lady is expected to #or worry about making herself fade into the background to avoid any unwanted attention #she is the unwanted attention #also #unrelated #but related #howl is into gilfs #howls moving castle #sophie hatter #howl jenkins pendragon #text post #calcifer

[starlooove]

My Jem DC crossover where the bands happen to perform in major cities where fucked up shit keeps happening. It’s like a normal episode but you’ll see Superman in the background fighting something or hear Shana make an offhand remark about Robin saving her from a mugging once. Jem alludes that she knows where the batcave is and Pizzazz talks about how she fucks HEAVY with that Lobo guy.

#jason is a misfits stan but Aja became his fave performer after that #Clark like the holograms #Kon likes the misfits #they’re trying to convince Jon to join one of their sides #Damian already converted him to the limp lizards #Lois is a stingers fan #bruce has publically pole danced to a stingers song so…do with that what u will #Dick Grayson number one Jetta stan in the WORLD #tim kins rapture…yeah. #Cass is a jem stan and Steph is a misfits stan #they’re the most competitive #they very loudly and obnoxiously play their faves songs and wear their merch when they’re competing #Duke is a misfits stan at heart but he flip flops in front of the others to start fights #except for when getting down to business who is he kissing or like a dream starts playing…then jem is on top 4ever #Diana likes jem but has a secret appreciation for the stingers. she’s an avid Jem stan #Hal is a stingers stan booster pretends to be a stingers stan but he’s rlly a fan of Kimber and stormer #ace bart and Wally will being stormed and Kimber back by force if they have to #Ollie is a stingers stan but can’t resist I like your style #vixen is a rapture fan but just for the aesthetic. Roxy stan #starfire rocks with free and easy but thinks pizzazz is a little mean for her taste. Kimber stan #raven doesn’t like rapture or minx or riot but she likes their music #Vic and Joey are fighting over who really should’ve won the glitter and gold competition. they change their minds everyday #but they’re ALWAYS against whatever the other is saying. they’re both jem stans anyways they just like to fight. #J’onn likes Jem and thinks anyone who ‘likes’ the limp lizards is fake asf and a liar #Zatanna doesn’t like rapture she thinks she’s fake and using the idea of magic to be cruel to innocents but she’s also hot so 😞 #Arthur says he doesn’t like any of them and gets bullied so bad he ends up going for jem #Billy is a fan of both he would’ve bought both records at that competition #NW says they should give the holograms weapons and invite them to the league and it takes everyone a lil too long to say no. diff au tho #jem and the holograms #dcu

[the-starsong-atelier]

LWA HEADCANON!!

So you know how the House of Cavendish had connection with snakes?

So what if, depending on a condition, Diana’s pupil would become that of snake when she become extremely enraged?

The condition for this to happen are: a cavendish has to be in a state of rage, and the rage has to be related to their affection toward someone(basically rage out of love I guess).

Two scenario for Diana:

1) someone trashed on her mother’s leagacy out of malicious intents.

2) someone tried to kill Akko and when Diana was able to save and heal Akko in time, she apology to Akko and said that everything would be alright, she then glare to the attacker with nothing but pure silent rage and beat the absolutely fuck out of the attacker.

#little witch academia #lwa #akko kagari #diana cavendish #diakko #atsuko kagari #dianakko #diakumo #hope that makes sense #it like pov: you just cause a wrath worse than satan and you can tell cus that woman pupil suddenly became snake-like when she glare at you

[only-one-brain-cell]

Spencer when he sees his mom again: mom I’m sooo sorry I was gone so long

Diana: it’s ok your friend JJ stopped by you didn’t mention how pretty she is.

Spencer: MOM she’s married!

Diana: for now

Spencer under his breath: ok shes going back to Houston

#criminal minds #spencer reid #diana reid #Spencer just became VERY concerned for Wills wellbeing #new headcannon that Diana is the number one Jeid shipper #and they continue to have this conversation because Diana forgets JJ is married #she’s like what beautiful stepsons you will have #Spencer: I’m their godfather #Diana: oh we’re halfway already! #dont even get her started if she met Penelope basically Diana is trying to set Spencer up with all of female coworkers #it’s that one episode of Glee where Sue tried to get Klaine back together #oh my god finally I’ve been wanting to make a Sue reference season seasom 1

[nateriverswife]

About the moon and cloud vibe you possess, I feel like you get your light from what you do or the people you care about, just like the moon gets its light from the sun

I guess so? I don't think I shine of any particular light, reflected or not, so that's totally up to you to determine, even if you can't really know for sure about the people I care about, just what I create and show on here lol

btw, I didn't want you to feel obliged to answer my question, because I didn't really expect an explanation and it was just a thought of mine that I decided to write down lol

anyway, thanks <3

#I also didn't want people to think I believe the moon emits light by just accepting the compliment lmao #totally unrelated #but my bestie is on here but she doesn't use tumblr that much so that's a shame #she's the one who got me writing during all those years in which I stayed away from fandoms #we became besties thanks to wattpad in 2016 lmfao #a bit of diana's lore #dn.inbox

[arklay]

48 + diana and albert 👀

48. offering the other your coat + diana x wesker.

words: 4.3k warnings: brief mentions of alcohol and general crime [read on ao3]

The moment she pulled the door to the hotel open, the chilling breeze bit at her exposed skin, hitting her face with more force than she had anticipated and making her stumble slightly, a quiet laugh leaving her lips as she steadied herself. Ridiculous. Diana brushed her hair out of her face before she stepped out into the street, instinctively bringing her hands up in front of her face, rubbing them together and letting her breath provide at least a little warmth to combat the cold.

She thought it would have started to warm up by now, but the night air this time of spring was still as icy as ever, and she cursed herself for leaving her jacket in the car. It had been pleasantly warm at the start of the night, and she hadn’t expected to stay late enough to see such a drop in temperature. At least it’s not raining, she thought. She didn’t need a repeat of the time she’d been up on the hiking trails in the mountains when she got caught in an unexpected shower.

Looking around the street for a moment, Diana sighed then grasped the chain of her clutch at her shoulder, pulling it closer and unintentionally pressing her arm to her chest firmer than she had meant to, as she began heading in the direction of where she’d parked her car. All she wanted was to get back to her warm apartment and fall into bed, away from this breeze and the endless prattle she could still hear, even as muffled as it now was outside of the venue, the faint music drowning out a good sum of it.

“Leaving so soon?”

Of course he would follow her the moment he realised she had fled from that modest ballroom.

Diana turned on her heel to face the source of that familiar voice, which seemed to haunt her as of late. Wesker was standing in front of the doors to the hotel, underneath the black canopy with his hands clasped behind his back and a slight tilt of his head. Those ever-present sunglasses sat atop his nose, and she almost laughed at the absurdity of it all – wearing sunglasses this long after the sun had disappeared beyond the horizon.

But she couldn’t help how her gaze wandered over him, for what felt like the billionth time that night, and she hated him for how appealing he looked in a suit. His jacket was missing and that only pulled her attention towards his forearms with how his shirt’s sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, like he so often wore them. She cleared her throat as she willed away the rather depraved thought that wormed its way into her mind. Wonder what he looks like out of it.

Instead, she sent a tired smile his way. In all honesty, the last thing she wanted was for someone to warm her bed tonight. “I have to be at the lab early tomorrow, and it’s already quite late.”

Diana didn’t have to tell him that her social battery had been completely drained by only a few hours surrounded by that many people, he would easily be able to see that written all over her for himself. She could sense it in him too, that he wanted to get away from everyone, but he had long since adjusted to a life around others – she didn’t know how he did it. She preferred to be in her lab by herself, or at home by herself, not dealing with the incessant ramblings of such imbeciles.

Wesker hummed as he brought his hands forward to adjust his watch, glancing down at the time. “Not enjoying yourself, my dear?”

That teasing tone she’d grown accustomed to was paired with an arrogant smirk that made her want to pull him in and kiss it right off his lips, but she only laughed then – the lovely sound he would’ve never expected to come from her filling the air, nowhere near as harsh as he had initially thought it would be.

“Tired, more like.” Diana didn’t know when they had both walked closer to one another, meeting halfway between the hotel’s entrance and where she had made it to before he had caught up with her, and they merely lingered in one another’s presence. “I appreciate the invitation though, I will never turn down an opportunity to dress up.”

A low chuckle left his lips, and it was his turn to let his eyes roam over her. The slinky, black dress that ended just above her ankle hugged her small curves and sharp edges perfectly, the neckline showing off her prominent collarbones, and the small slit up the side giving him a good view of those elegant, long legs, free of the tights that typically adorned them. Beautiful.

“Yes, you certainly ‘dress up’ well,” he said, a bit too plainly for her tastes. But what did she expect? Diana liked that Wesker didn’t drool over her, but would it really kill him to give her a more personal compliment for once?

It wasn’t like he was being subtle with his staring, so why not indulge her with what he was really thinking? She had felt his eyes on her all night, sending a pleasant heat rising to her skin everywhere she went, and their eyes had met far too many times for it to be by chance. Even with his own concealed by his shades, she could tell he was looking back at her whenever she scanned the room and her eyes landed on him, and the time she’d held his gaze long enough to be rewarded with a smirk confirmed that.

Much like he was doing right now, but this time she had to look away and avoid his intense stare, instead focusing on her feet as she shifted her weight from one to the other. Was it the cool wind making her feel restless or the fact that she itched to reach out and touch him?

“I’ll walk with you.”

His no-nonsense tone practically told her not to argue with him, that it wasn’t a suggestion up for debate, and that drew a small chuckle from her.

Looking back up to see the barest hint of his eyes behind the tinted lenses, Diana shook her head slightly, her lips pulling up in a teasing smile. “They put all of this together for your little team, and here you are, doing a runner?”

The smirk on his lips only grew at that. “On the contrary, I was simply intrigued by where you were running off to.”

Diana gave an exaggerated hum in mock consideration, before she gestured her arms out at her sides, palms up towards the sky as she turned to fully face him. “Well, you found me. Now go and enjoy the night.”

One of his brows raised above the frames of his glasses, curious at what must have sounded like she was telling him to leave her be. Regardless, he leaned in the slightest bit closer towards her, enough so that she could smell his ridiculously expensive cologne, and that shouldn’t have made her breath catch in her throat.

Wesker lowered his voice as his eyes searched for her own, locking on and making sure he had her attention. “Trying to get rid of me, are you?”

She only rolled her eyes at that, a gesture he had come to find more endearing than irritating as of late. “Yes, because everything’s about you.”

That sarcastic mouth of hers was going to get her in trouble one of these days, but at the moment, he was too tired to care about such insolence. If he didn’t have to stay and entertain his “former” colleagues’ congratulations on his new position, so to speak, then he would probably be doing the exact same thing she was.

Without thinking, Diana wrapped her arms around herself as she shifted on the spot again, then she quickly dropped them back at her sides, a little too late though as Wesker had already noticed the action. His gaze dipped down to wander over her once more, only to see her skin covered in goosebumps, the hairs on her arms standing up on end, and he looked back up at her face just in time to watch her clench her jaw as she turned her head, acting like her attention had been taken by the couple laughing loudly down the street.

“Stay here.”

Before she could even reply to his firm tone – some comment about not taking orders from him – he was gone, and she barely caught the sight of him walking back into the hotel in time when her head snapped to look in his direction. Prick. She looked over at the restaurant nearby, trying to distract herself by reading the large lettering on the menu board out front, until she decided it all sounded rather unappetising, and she sighed to herself.

It was laughable how quickly her mind wandered back to thoughts of Wesker, and she despised him for that. Because of course it was his fault that she was waking up on the odd morning after he had somehow found his way into her dreams, often in rather compromising circumstances. But it was, wasn’t it? Considering what he had the nerve to do tonight. She could still recall the feeling of his hand on her waist when he’d brushed past her earlier, his hot breath on her ear as he thanked her for coming before he vanished, a moment ended in an instant.

Or when she had been minding her own business, sitting off to the side and enjoying the company of only herself and a glass of champagne, when he just had to come over and sit next to her, placing his hand on her thigh where the slit of her dress had exposed her bare skin. Really, she should hate herself for letting him leave it there, not slapping it away like she should have, caught up in enjoying the weight of it a little too much – the possessiveness such a gesture held. It made her sick to her stomach that she wanted more, yearned for his touch.

Diana hadn’t even noticed that Wesker had come back outside, too lost in her thoughts, and she almost jumped when he draped his coat over her shoulders. Always sneaking up on her… She glanced back at him with a small smile as thanks – noticing that he’d put his suit jacket back on – and those dreaded thoughts were begging to be verbalised. Lean in closer, only for a little bit. It was absurd how much she wanted him to press his chest to her back, for him to wrap his arms around her waist and set her nerves ablaze, or maybe she wanted him to place a kiss on the side of her neck. Just one.

When he stepped away, she almost reached out for him, wanting to pull him back in so he would hold her close. The cold night air once again washed over her as the warmth his presence had brought disappeared in an instant, and she felt like she’d been punched in the gut, his coat doing little to comfort her, even if the scent of him clinging to it made her feel oddly giddy.

“Where did you park?” he abruptly asked, his tone back to the annoyingly aloof one she wasn’t much a fan of. He didn’t even tease her for not bringing her own coat in the first place, and she almost let that sour her mood.

Perhaps it was because she was so used to this back and forth that they’d established over the last few months that him being so short with her took her by surprise, but it was a formal event after all, so she supposed he must maintain some level of professionalism. Like he should in your lab? It didn’t stop the sneer that worked its way onto her lips though.

When she didn’t answer after a moment, Wesker sent a curious glance her way, prompting her once more. All that did was make Diana point aimlessly down the street, and she nearly missed the additional glance out of the corner of his eye when he began walking in that direction. If that was concern, he could save it.

He only made it a few steps before realising she wasn’t following him, and he turned around. Dipping his head to look at her over the top of his sunglasses, and with his tone back to its usual smug air, he spoke again. “Or would you prefer my company a little longer?”

That made her scoff, and she wished she didn’t feel the need to grin immediately afterwards. “You wish.” But you do, don’t you? “Just trying to figure out when I accepted your offer.”

Wesker still wasn’t quite accustomed to someone speaking to him in such a manner, despite it being over half a year since he’d met her. He knew she was only joking, judging by the tone of her voice and the small hint of a smile pulling up the corners of her lips, but the fact that she had the gall to even think of denying what he was going out of his way to do for her, out of a genuine concern for her safety, made him fix her with a pointed glare. One that would leave anyone else trembling in fear.

Diana’s arms only came up to wrap around herself, hands clutching the lining of his coat close to her sides as she walked right past him. She tried to focus on the sound of her heels clicking against the sidewalk’s pavement, on the feeling of her dress brushing against her calves, even on the way his coat smelled – anything that wasn’t that awfully handsome smirk that pulled on his lips as she, once again, fled the situation.

He didn’t say anything at her little display, although he found it rather amusing, making any comment she had thrown his way all but forgotten. Then he caught up to her in only a few quick strides.

The sound of his footsteps made Diana groan, rather dramatically at that. “You’re relentless.”

“And you have my coat,” he quipped back.

She glanced over at him and her body just had to betray her. It just had to. A grin spread across her face the moment she caught sight of the rather flirtatious looking smile gracing his lips, and she shook her head slightly. What an arsehole.

“It is rather dangerous to walk these streets at night,” Wesker thought out loud, despite knowing full well that she carried a pocket pistol on her at all times, and that there was actually very little crime in this area. 

No, it’s not… Just say it. You want to walk with me. Admit something for once.

Diana probably didn’t notice, but her broad smile had turned rather soft, and he chose to ignore it, alongside the strange look in her eyes. That is, until she spoke next.

“Perhaps I should run instead.”

Wesker actually snorted at that and a loud laugh left her lips, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as her eyes flitted down to her feet for a second before they met his own again. Only for a moment. Then she focused her attention back on the street in front of them. She had never heard that noise from him before, and it was probably the only time she ever would, but it was the closest thing she’d heard to a real laugh from him and she was going to hold onto that.

They fell into step beside one another, unintentionally slowing their pace as they enjoyed the closeness between them, whether that was the long stretches of comfortable silence or the times Diana actually started gossiping about some of the guests at the ceremony thrown for his task force’s inauguration, and he chuckled and nodded along at a few of her comments. It was too easy for her to be comfortable around him, and the way their shoulders kept occasionally brushing together didn’t help. She hoped he didn’t notice that – even though he most certainly did – or the way she’d pull back whenever it stirred that odd flutter in her stomach.

The chilling breeze was almost welcome with the way her cheeks were feeling far too warm, needing a distraction of some sorts. Any physical contact with him since she started having those rather lewd dreams made her blush like some… hormonal adolescent, and it was making it increasingly difficult to not lay it all out on the table for him, to actually let herself indulge in such things for the first time in years. It was infuriating. Diana was going to choose to blame the suit for this and not the fact that they spent far too much time with each other.

“He is rather obnoxious when he drinks, isn’t he?” Wesker considered with a small chuckle at her mention of his old friend’s antics. It wasn’t like William had done anything that bad, other than misspeaking and foregoing formalities with the mayor of all people.

“Please, it is entertaining watching him make a fool of himself,” she countered, and she almost couldn’t believe her eyes as that smirk on his lips threatened to pull into a genuine grin. So close.

“Embarrassing,” he corrected her.

“Aw.” Diana leaned in closer and placed her forearm up on his shoulder before her other hand gripped his chin, his coat threatening to fall off her shoulders at the sudden movement. “Are you worried what people must think of you for associating with him?”

The glare he sent her way made her smile, perhaps a little too wickedly, and she only held his gaze, challenging him like she so often did. If he thought he could intimidate her, he was sorely mistaken. You’re not that scary, big boy.

Her grip on his chin lessened and she slowly ran the tip of her forefinger across his jaw, towards the sharp angle, all while she never tore her eyes from his. It probably made for an odd sight for any passersby – the two of them standing in the middle of the sidewalk, easily blocking the path if someone needed to walk past them – but that didn't faze her. She actually let herself get quite lost in the motion of drawing an imaginary line over his skin.

Wesker’s eyes narrowed as he watched her, ignoring the rather refreshing feeling of her cold hand on his face. The way her features had softened fascinated him, captivated him even, and the rather bothersome urge to kiss her crept into his mind. It wasn’t like there was anyone around who could interrupt them like the last couple of times they’d found themselves in this position, but he held himself back, shoving the thought aside to where it belonged.

“And you are irritating,” he whispered.

The small smile that graced her lips was not what he was expecting. He thought his tone had been stern enough to get her to stop acting in such a way, but he supposed that was wishful thinking. However, she did let go of his jaw and lowered the arm from off his shoulder, hugging his coat around herself once more.

Diana tried not to laugh to herself when they began walking again. The slight shock she’d seen in his eyes when she’d teased him was reward enough for her, even if she had hoped he would push her up against the nearest wall. Can’t have everything.

The rest of the walk to her car went by far too slow, the two of them remaining silent, and she found herself wishing to reach for his hand at one point. What was wrong with her? She had barely had anything to drink during the night, but that was the only logical explanation for such thoughts.

When their agonising journey came to its end, Diana brought her clutch forward and unclasped it to pull her keys out, trying to hide the deep breath she took by keeping her back to Wesker. It was easier to chastise herself for her ridiculous thoughts when she wasn’t looking at him, but really, it’s not like it was anything new. Wanting contact with him, that is. It was just the fact that holding hands seemed too… intimate? And yet, look at the dreams she was having every now and again. You’re a right moron, Diana.

She quickly unlocked her car door and pulled it open, slipping the chain of her clutch off her shoulder before placing the small bag on her seat. She supposed she had to give him his coat back, though it would be nice to take his scent with her when they parted. Another foolish thought.

Wesker only watched her, curious at the way she had gone quiet after her little stunt. He knew she didn’t regret her actions, but he wondered why she seemed more distracted than usual. He could still feel her touch on his chin and along his jaw, the light tingling it had left on his skin nagging him to chase her for more. But he didn’t move to close the distance. Diana seemed far too focused on shrugging his coat off her shoulders and folding it neatly over her arm, taking care to not let so much as the hem brush across the floor, and that amused him more than it probably should have.

He took his coat from her when she handed it to him with a small smile, one he returned, but what he didn’t expect was for her to lean closer to place a quick peck on his lips. He shouldn’t be surprised by the fact that she could catch him off guard anymore, but he wasn’t used to such a casual display of affection, or perhaps it was merely a thanks for the coat. Or for walking with her. Maybe both.

Diana still stood close, observing his reaction, and his eyes met her own, the curiosity in them only serving to encourage her further. She brought a hand up to his cheek, his warm skin a small comfort to her fingers for how cold the rest of her now was, arms and back exposed to the cool night air once more. Then she leaned in again, actually capturing his lips in a small, gentle kiss this time. She had almost forgotten how soft they were.

One of his hands came forward to rest on the side of her waist as the other hand was busy moving his coat away from the space between them, and Diana revelled in the weight of it over her dress, but not as much as when he reciprocated the kiss.

Leaning closer, Wesker took her bottom lip between his own, far more delicately than she had expected, and she all but melted against him, her fingers splaying on his cheek ever so slightly.

He tilted his head a little more as his lips moved slowly against her own, and that flutter in her stomach was back, accompanied by the feeling of her heart trying to break its way out from under her rib cage. She almost couldn’t believe how gentle he was – that he wasn’t trying to dominate the kiss like she thought he would. There was no hunger for more, but no hurry to break away either, only their breaths mingling with each part of their lips.

She pulled back after another moment, lips still in a pout as she lingered in his space, and they just looked into each other’s eyes, separated by that ridiculous barrier that wouldn’t let her see those icy blues as clearly as she wanted to. Her eyes flitted down to his lips again when the thought of whether he’d be opposed to her pressing her own to them once more worked its way into her mind. She decided against it, but neither of them moved to part.

Then he had to ruin the moment.

“My dear, you are quite bold.” His hot breath on her lips distracted her for a second, until she realised what he was saying. “Kissing me where anyone could see us.”

Diana tried not to laugh at that, her lips threatening to pull into another grin. “Is that a crime, captain?”

He scoffed, so loud that it was almost harsh to her ears, as he pulled away from her, and she let out a quiet chuckle. His hand fell from her side, the last brush of his thumb as it did almost making the fabric of her dress tickle her skin, but the loss of it against her had her feeling the same way she had earlier that night, the pit in her stomach returning as she longed for him to touch her again. 

Wesker should have known she would use his new title against him at some point, and he had no doubt that he would hear it again in the future with her teasing, but he didn’t mind as much as he let on. 

Glancing down at his watch, he realised just how long it had been since they left the hotel, a walk that shouldn’t have taken nearly as much time as it did, and he sighed at the thought of the questions he would get asked about his whereabouts the moment he walked back into that ballroom. But he had to get back. 

With a polite nod of his head, he sent a small smile her way. “Goodnight, Diana.”

He folded his coat neatly over his forearm as he turned on his heel, despite how he would prefer to stay out here in the cold with her rather than head back to that dreadful event, and he almost missed the way Diana whispered behind him.

“Goodnight, Wesker.”

#thank you so much hilary!! ily 💖 i'm sorry this is so long... i'm once again on my behaviour #setting: april 1996. a few weeks before a certain something happens but they have been going on those weird definitely not dates for a #while... 4 and a bit months to be exact... // i'm very normal over this whole situation i swear. like i know the obvious option was to #write something with his iconic coat from 5 but consider this: early ewskers relationship momence. i just had a thought and had to do it #okay? there are many things to be said here about diana being a clown and such. like her confusing what she's feeling as only being lust #oughgh but they both don't even realise that somewhere along the line they became friends... idk dude that just. augh. also that little #kinda pet name (not the title)... the only time she ever ends up calling him that is on occasion when they're being nasty lmao #oc: diana #pair: ewskers #writing. #asks. #faarkas

[myearts-uwu]

That sad moment when Diana doesn’t really have a lot of defining personality traits other than being a beautiful, kind, graceful and loving lover and mother to Claude and Athanasia respectively so somehow you’ve managed to turn this goddess into... this chaotic character who will not hesitate to smack her lover on the head if he ever dares to hurt their daughter.

...

Also, I somehow made her a bit fruity??? With Lily mostly??????

#who made me a princess #suddenly became a princess #suddenly became a princess one day #suddenly i became a princess #wmmap #sbapod #diana #wmmap diana #love diana but she feels so... boring for some reason? #I"m not sure how to explain it

[ultramarine-spirit]

about your previous post talking about diana collecting money to travel reminded me that Athy also traveled a lot after Claude lost his memory!!

Athy also got the wanting to have new experiences from her mother 🥹

You are right! This isn't shown very well in the manhwa, but while Athy was obviously sad and scared when she ran away from the palace, she also enjoyed being able to explore the real world for pretty much the first time in her life. In the manhwa, Spoon mostly showed Athy staying at the Alpheus manor (I guess she needed to meet Anastasius and that was the only way, so I understand the decision, but it would have been cool to show Athy traveling around like in the novel).

Anyways, my point is that Athy very much has the same adventurous side that Diana had. I've praised Athy's character design before for being the perfect balance between Claude and Diana (and the rest of her family, to some degree), but I think her personality is also a great mix of her parents!

Athy is hardworking and academically oriented like Claude, can be cold when needed, and has the makings of a great ruler just like him. Claude himself says that she is better than him at handling politics and that she has a great insight for them.

But, and again Claude is the one that takes notes of this, she is also stubborn like Diana, has the same bright and cheerful disposition and smile, and even shares Diana's love for sweets.

And I need to remind everyone that Athy is actually great at dancing, like Diana was! But unlike Diana, Athy does better without a dance partner... (the only time Athy danced with a partner without any trouble was when she danced with Lucas, as children and at Athy's 18th birthday party. Make of that what you will).

#sorry for the side note inside a side note. the lucathy brain never sleeps #tbh its no wonder Claude was flashbacking to Diana 24/7 when he was with Athy. She is really like Diana and not only in physical appearance #who made me a princess #i suddenly became a princess #suddenly became a princess one day #wmmap #sbapod #sbap #athanasia de alger obelia #athanasia #athy #diana wmmap #wmmap diana #claude de alger obelia #wmmap claude #claude wmmap

[britneyshakespeare]

In my last personal post I told a story in the tags about a friend I've made in the past several months who used to be friends with a bunch of casually racist cishet white guys and whatnot. I mentioned how she sent me a message the other night about how she really feels like she trusts me and can be herself around me and how good that feels. But that post was about casual racism more than friendship so here's a positive post about friendship. God I just love meeting people and hanging out with them and doing cool things and introducing each other to cool new places. I love emotionally bonding through the gradual reveal of different layers of the self. I love having my set of interests, while they also have their own, but there's a good amount of thematic overlap and exchange and lending each other books and recommending movies and talking about them and stuff. I love when you haven't even known someone long but you can just feel a strong common sympathy there and like you're going to be friends for a long time. Like sometimes it comes out of nowhere when you really don't expect it and aren't looking for it but you're just speaking to someone you just met and shortly into it you're like "!!!!" inside your head because it's like. Wow. I could talk to this person forever. We could just shoot the shit on whatever topic and it would be a good time. Love that all so much.

#the tags i wrote about this friend didn't really show we were close for any other reason than me not being racist to her like the guys #she's just letting go of. but while that's certainly a reason we became closer (me sympathizing w her & finding their behavior disgusting) #obviously that's not like. the sole basis of a lasting friendship. lol. like. there's plenty of white ppl who won't use her to excuse #themselves when they want to be racist for an edgy joke. im not special im just Not Horrible for that. #even if it is new to her i always remind her that there's better out there than them and im not SO exceptional for treating her w respect. #which we all need to be reminded of sometimes if we have a history of toxic friendships/relationships but still. #we're actually bonded much more by our interests and worldviews. like. she LOVES philosophy and is somewhat into poetry #i on the other hand LOVE poetry and am somewhat into philosophy. #we have really interesting conversations and recommendations to each other. i like exchanging thoughts abt what we're reading or watching #we also like to go to secondhand stores and buy old books. and knickknacks and whatnot. #that's been a fun way to bond #and she's taken me to some open mic poetry events in her neighborhood that are AMAZING #i never read my stuff onstage since i was like 15 before her. and ive seen her grow as a performer as she's started doing it. #it's such a cool evolution. i love her. i love spending time w her she's such a cool friend. #tales from diana

[adreamfromnevermore]

AU Where the Justice League forms as usual except for one slight difference where Bruce just so happens to have been the one superheroing for the longest. (Excluding Diana, who got up to it in World War 1 and then mostly didn't while she learned about Man's World)

Bruce helps form the Justice League, ignoring all of the comments as they come to the sudden realization that Gotham's baby cryptid story is actually a man in a very intimidating armored suit who can and will break your arm if you cause problems for him. They are unaware that this is not the first team he's led, and actually he's used to teams full of mostly teenagers who also happen to be his children. This should be easier, this team is primarily adults.

He realizes rapidly that he doesn't understand these people.

His kids take bonding activities to mean learning a dozen different ways to break someones leg. That doesn't fly with these people. And that is most of Bruce's ideas, hell when he was a kid Alfred took every opportunity to get him out of his room and mostly that was with the agreement that Alfred would teach him how to defend himself. He's come by it honestly.

This team is not easier. They have more drama than when his house was actually full of kids. It's insane. He doesn't know what to do with it, usually he just sent the kids to their rooms or grounded them from patrol. That doesn't work here.

He comes to a strange crossroads. That falls apart when he forgets who he's working with and snaps at Hal with a full room of heroes that the next person to throw a punch or an insult without a reason too will be sparring with him.

A long standing rule in the batcave that worked two fold to prevent infighting between the kids and too ensure that they were well and truly trained.

It works wonders. No one says a word out of line for the rest of the debrief. Bruce becomes the unofficial mediator of the league over Clark because anytime he walked in on a fight it suddenly became 10 times more civil out of sheer terror of what he'd do to them in a sparring match.

Eventually they actually meet his kids. Well, one kid.

Half way through a mission (one of the rare ones in Gotham) the Bat comes to a complete stop at the edge of an alley. Every single league member on the team comes to a stop behind him. Slowly from the shadows of the alley a man in a red helmet stalks out to greet them.

"You don't call, you don't write"

"Red Hood."

"Don't Red Hood me! We've been worried sick!"

"I was at the cave last night."

"You didn't answer my texts B. You always answer my texts."

Somehow it ends with big and scary following them through the rest of the mission with a running commentary of how much Bats has let him down in his failure to respond in a timely manner to a text send less than an hour before he ran into them in the alley. It only ends when Red Robin shows up.

And even then it only ends because Hood can't keep himself from throwing a punch and Bruce has to snap at him that if he throws another one they're sparring when they get home.

And by god is Jason giving up the chance to punch his brothers.

#the psychic whiplash when the league realizes #that the pit fight tactic is from dealing with his children #also that he has children #batman #dc #bruce wayne #red hood #jason todd #red robin #tim drake #batfamily #clark kent #justice league #superman #nightwing #timothy drake #batfam #fic ideas #wonder woman #diana prince #diana of themyscira

[cyberrats]

Thank you Phantom Liberty for giving us a chance to tinker w/ Crow's story... That man raised his younger brother's kids while healing from divorcing his abuser now. This man has never had a moment of peace but carries NO regret for over half of it.

#ours #V; Valentine 'Crow' Crimson #Not giving them or his brother or Sister in law tags just yet but- #- Louis Marie and Joan Sweeney would not be the people they would become without Crow.- #If anything they'd be cogs in the corpo system without Crow... #Carmen was always too busy to handle them and Rosemary was never set up to properly raise children no matter how hard she tried or wanted. #They aren't /his/ kids but those are his fucking BABIES. All three of them. #He genuinely considers them his children and their childen as his Grandkids #Louis became a small corner store owner. Marie a self employed merc and Joan a Nomad. He's so proud of all of them... #(< Insane about this family we made ourselves...) #Diana's (Crow's sister's) kids are mostly corp workers w/ the exception of Jack. One of Rogue's top merc's. #ALL THIS IS UP FOR CHANGE but the basis of it w/ exception of small details will remain the same.