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Diana Prince x Plus Sized Reader..

Gotham at night was a scary yet peaceful scene. The bright, full moon shone brightly down onto the cityscape as bright stars shone through the polluted sky. Sitting at her desk on the top floor of the WayneTech headquarters, (Y/n) Quinzel was finally packing up her gear to leave work. (Y/n)’s hair flowed gently in the soft breeze of the air conditioner, as her face was illuminated by the blue light of her computer screen. (Y/n) worked as the personal assistant and international consultant for the prestigious business that is WayneTech. Despite being an assistant, her boss and CEO Lucius Fox insisted that his best employee be given all the benefits. (Y/n)’s office was the size of an entire apartment. The far wall had been replaced with floor to ceiling windows that looked out into the North Side of Gotham. Bright lights blurred together outside. Along the walls, paintings of Greek art decorated the boring cream walls. (Y/n)’s lifestyle was built around business so not many personal items decorated her office space. There was a shelving unit that (Y/n)’s girlfriend had stocked for her with volumes of ancient Greek tomes. On (Y/n)’s mahogany wood desk sat one photo showing (Y/n) lying next to another woman with raven like hair and deep blue eyes. The two women in the photo were surrounded by the orange leaves of autumn and both females had contagious smiles on their faces. (Y/n) smiled at the photo as she packed away her laptop, ready to go home and into the arms of the woman waiting for her. Walking down the hall from her locked office, (Y/n) called for the elevator and waited a small smile on her face. When the steel doors to the elevator opened (Y/n)’s smile dropped immediately. Standing inside the elevator were two incredibly beautiful women.

One had long, sparkling blonde hair with fair skin, her body type was borderline anorexic and the woman beside her wasn’t much different. Her skin was darker as was her hair but her body was model like, unlike (Y/n). (Y/n) wasn’t exactly skinny, she wasn’t obese either she was somewhere in the middle. (Y/n) said nothing as she walked into the elevator and as the doors closed, the two women behind her engaged in idle chatter. As the levels of WayneTech blinked past, (Y/n)’s anxiety grew as she felt as if the women behind her were judging her. Eventually, the doors opened up into the magnificent lobby floor of WayneTech. Designed by (Y/n) herself, the lobby of WayneTech was nothing short of illustrious. Pearly white, marble floors were the foundation of which black pillars etched with gold leaf linings held up the upper floors. One of the two walls on the way to the elevator was decorated with a huge waterfall that fed into a small river filled with exotic fish that wound around the elevator in a moat. Fresh, restored prehistoric plants were planted around the banks of the small river. A glass bridge connected the elevator to the marble floor over the river. On the opposite wall, a huge holographic projection screen showcasing various WayneTech products took up the whole space. In the middle of the lobby was a circular oak wood receptions desk. Seated at the desk, surrounded by computers and stacks of paper was a middle-aged man with sandy hair and tanned skin, he gave (Y/n) a friendly smile as he listened to someone over the phone. Most likely a Chinese investor.

(Y/n)’s heels clicked against the marble floor as she rushed to the exit, her anxiety growing by the second. She needed to get out of this building, she needed to go home. When she was home (Y/n) didn’t have to worry about anyone judging her. But when (Y/n) reached the pristine glass doors of the building she remembered that there was something else that had to be done first. Stamping her foot on the floor, creating a short clack as her heel slammed on the marble (Y/n) hesitantly slinked back towards the receptionist’s desk, intent on asking him to arrange a meeting. As she got closer, (Y/n) could hear the sounds of the two women she was in the elevator with, laughing along with the receptionist. Shy and afraid (Y/n) slinked behind a column intent on just waiting for their conversation to finish… That was her mistake.

“Oh my gosh, did you see that whale of a woman!” Asked the fair skinned woman from before, her friend laughed brining a perfectly manicured hand to her mouth. “Fatty fool, I thought she was going to break the elevator” the friend replied “I swear I could hear the creaking” The man at reception laughed loudly. “Careful that’s our boss you’re talking about.” He warned in a joking manner. Tears started welling up in (Y/n)’s eyes as an invisible force willed her to listen more. “What’s she gunna do? Sit on me!” At this the trio laughed so loud it echoed off the walls. By now, tears were falling freely from (Y/n)’s eyes as she ran from the room. Not caring if her employees noticed her. Throwing open the doors of the building, (Y/n) ran down the sidewalk and into the car park. With eyes blurry from tears she faintly made out her car, a bright red Mustang. Stumbling her way to the temporary sanctuary, (Y/n) dumped herself and her bag into the car and slammed the door closed behind her. That was when the real waterworks began. Tears fell like waterfalls, splattering the black leather seats of the car as (Y/n) hugged herself, her breathing heavy and hyperventilating. Taking a big gulp of tears, (Y/n) tried to make sense of her surroundings but all she saw was a bleary mess of lights. Frustration and helplessness were not new feelings felt by (Y/n), but they were powerful ones. Suddenly, (Y/n) felt the familiar feeling of her phone vibrating in her jacket pocket. Shaky hands slowly fished the small device out and (Y/n) saw that the caller was none other than her girlfriend of five years, Diana Prince. (Y/n) tried to calm herself, not wanting to worry Diana, her breathing slowed but tears still fell. Finally swiping her finger against the screen, (Y/n) took the call.

Diana Prince had been enjoying a lovely evening stroll through the park near WayneTech. Diana had originally hoped to surprise her girlfriend with a visit but got wrapped up playing a game of frisbee with the local collage students. When they had finally left, Diana had walked into the ice-cream parlor nearby and was about to order two cones when she felt her blood chill. Stepping out of the line of people, Diana’s brows furrowed as an unease fell upon her. Taking out her phone, Diana scrolled through her recent callers until she found the one she was looking for. Clicking the name and bring the phone to her ear, Diana waited for (Y/n) to pick up. As Diana stood waiting, the heavens decided to open and from the clouds came a torrential downpour of grey water. Cursing her luck, Diana hurried under the veranda of the Ice-Cream parlor. Thankfully, Diana’s phone finally connected to (Y/n)’s as Diana heard her voice. But something was off, her voice was shaky and heavy, like she had been crying.

“H-hey Diana.” (Y/n) greeted over the phone. Diana cupped her hand over her other ear to block out the noise from the rain.

“(Y/n), is something wrong? You sound scared, have you been kidnapped?” Diana’s worry grew as new theories came to her mind, each one more drastic and unrealistic than the last. Diana heard (Y/n) sniffle on the other side of the call. “Where are you, are you still at work?” Diana started running before she heard the answer, the rain instantly drenching her body but Diana didn’t care, she couldn’t care. (Y/n) came first, (Y/n) always came first. WayneTech’s illuminating white sign came into view for Diana as she rounded a city block, running so fast that people were jumping out of her way. “I’m almost there my love, hang on” Diana heard a sob coming from (Y/n) and her sadness spurred Diana to move faster. Eventually Diana skidded to a halt when she saw (Y/n)’s red car, a clear marker against the black walls of Gotham’s houses. Closing her phone, Diana quickly opened the car door to see (Y/n) shaking and crying. Immediately, Diana wrapped her strong, comforting arms around (Y/n) and let her cry into her shoulder.

“It’s okay” Diana whispered “I’ve got you now”

Diana had refused to let (Y/n) drive home. Despite having the ability to fly everywhere, Diana had always made sure to keep up to date with all manners of driving, just in case. The ride to (Y/n) and Diana’s shared home was quiet and smooth. Diana’s right hand never leaving (Y/n)’s hand as the other woman looked out the window at the passing buildings, her tears drying up finally. No words were spoken during their trip through the Gotham highway. But as Diana turned off the main street and onto Gotham’s mountain trail, (Y/n) visibly relaxed. Her shoulders sagged and her fists flattened out as she let out a breath of air. (Y/n) and Diana’s home consisted of a beautifully crafted penthouse built into the side of a mountain. Gifted to (Y/n) by none other than Bruce Wayne himself, the home used to be under his ownership until he gifted it to (Y/n) as an anniversary present between Diana and (Y/n). The home was extravagant. White walls in the shape of a sideways ‘L’ blocked all prying eyes and the entrance was built into the side of the mountain itself where a winding gravel driveway snaked into the street. As Diana pulled into the garage, the sliding concrete door slowly closed behind them as the lights turned on. Diana opened her door and quickly crossed around the car to open (Y/n)’s door. Smiling at Diana, (Y/n) was gratefully surprised when Diana pulled (Y/n) into her arms and began carrying her plus sized body into the house, bridal style. Fumbling with her keys, Diana opened the door to their home, their sanctuary.

Clean, polished marble floors of white and grey mixed carefully were the foundations of the home. Because of which, any use of dark colour drew the eye. Case in point, the dark black piano (Y/n) gifted Diana for their fourth anniversary after learning about her love for classical music. Great, floor to ceiling windows gave view to the Atlantic Ocean and the dark almost gothic paintings also stood out along the walls. Due to expert planning, the marble floor’s colour seemed synthetic in how it was arranged. The colour was purely white in the kitchen as was almost everything in that area, but as the floor stretched towards the living room, where marble floor turned to grey carpet, the marble slowly turned grey. The living room was perhaps the most comfortable room of the home, aside from the bedroom. A large, gun metal grey couch in the shape of a ‘U’ dominated the room and it sat in front of the latest, WayneTech, holographic projector capable of rendering images in ultra-resolution. Surround sound speakers were placed in the walls and roof making movie nights, especially thriller Thursdays, extra cuddly. The dining room, simply put, was a clean white table near the kitchen beside the sliding, glass doors that opened to the balcony. Made from oak planks, the balcony looked out from the mountain side and unto the sea. Glass paneling formed a perimeter around not only the balcony, but the outdoor pool as well. Filled with crystal clear waters with a bottom carved from the very mountain the house resided in, the pool always gave a fresh, earth vibe. The multi-coloured lights fixed into the granite cast shadows of love and sometimes heated passion created by the occupants of the majestic home.

As Diana twirled into the house, intent on making (Y/n) feel like the princess Diana knew she was, she headed towards the bedroom. Diana was the one in charge of redecorating the bedroom after Bruce Wayne’s… exuberant uses of the room. Black carpet had been removed in favour of smoky grey and the walls had been repainted in lapis blue. The two walk in wardrobes had been refurbished into one giant wardrobe for both Diana and (Y/n). And hidden behind the mirror at the end of the wardrobe, donned on a faceless mannequin was Diana’s hope delivering, golden, red and blue armour of Wonder Woman. Funnily enough, ever since Diana and (Y/n)’s four-year anniversary the armour had gone through a series of more… pleasurable battles. Connected to the bedroom, via a sliding granite doorway, was an en suite. A tiled area with a large spa bath and a one-person shower big enough for two people had been constructed… per Diana’s request. Hanging on the walls were some paintings (Y/n) had purchased at many of Diana’s fundraisers founded by the Louvre. Sitting on Diana’s nightstand was a personal photograph of the second anniversary of the Justice League. Clark and Arthur stood side-by-side in the middle pulling Barry and Bruce close while beside Bruce, Diana stood with a bashful (Y/n) wrapped in her arms. Victor had taken the photo with his cybernetic body but his detachable head was nestled in (Y/n)’s hands. Everyone in the photo was smiling and (Y/n) was the only one out of costume, and considering (Y/n)’s costume was Barry’s gag gift for when (Y/n) unofficially joined the league and consisted of his messy hand stitched collection of mismatching colours, Diana was glad (Y/n) was wearing normal clothes. The main attraction of the bedroom was indeed the bed. A six poster, double mattress masterpiece with Egyptian silk drapes and satin sheets with swan down covers and pillows. The reasoning behind the two mattresses, was Diana’s growing roughness had already somehow cracked the bedframe.

Laying (Y/n) on the bed, Diana knelt down beside her princess. The princess of Themyscria’s eyes were full of undivided attention and passion. Diana’s smile alone seemed to fill (Y/n) with love and as such, the younger woman smiled back. Inching her hand across (Y/n)’s curvy body, Diana interlocked her fingers with (Y/n)’s. “Is there anything I can get you, my dear.” Diana’s words were soft and caring. (Y/n) smiled tiredly at Diana.

“Comfort food?” (Y/n) asked shyly, smiling brightly Diana patted (Y/n)’s hand as she stood.

“I’ll get something.” Diana wandered into the kitchen, her boots clicking against the marble floor as she opened the many cupboards bolted to the walls. Finding a cup of two-minute noodles, Diana filled the Styrofoam cup with water from the sink and sprinkled the flavoring into the broth before she used her powers from Zeus to zap lightning into the cup until the noodles were steaming. Diana walked back into the bedroom after grabbing a fork and handed (Y/n) the cup of noodles. (Y/n) sat up in bed, her back against the wall, and she took the cup gratefully and began eating. Flipping over (Y/n)’s lap and onto the space beside her, Diana lazily caressed (Y/n)’s thick thighs with her slender fingers.

“You’re so beautiful” Diana whispered. (Y/n) stopped moving a forkful of noodles halfway to her mouth. “It’s true” Continued Diana “Somehow you don’t see it but, you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen… And I lived through over two thousand years” Feeling her face erupt into a blush, (Y/n) turned away from Diana, her shy personality overcoming her. Diana’s fingers tangled themselves within the silky locks of (Y/n)’s hair. Subconscious movements slowly braided (Y/n)’s hair as the Diana’s other hand took (Y/n)’s chin with her thumb and forefinger and turned her head to look into her eyes.

“Diana” (Y/n) breathed, her cup of noodles long forgotten on the bedside table. Inching her face closer to (Y/n)’s own, Diana trailed her free hand down her lover’s body.

“Yes, my love?” Diana whispered, inhaling the scent of lavender and strawberries in the rain. Diana’s hand had now pushed (Y/n)’s dress pants down exposing her dark blue under garments which Diana’s hand was caressing as if it had a mind of its own. “Do, you want me to prove my love for you?” Diana’s voice now had an air of lustful superiority that had (Y/n)’s lower lips practically gushing with need. Arching her back, (Y/n) let out a groan as Diana’s slender fingers circled around her sensitive area causing Diana to smirk.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Usually, Diana slept well through the night. Her Amazonian training made sure that all her muscles and bones were well rested for the next day. However, despite peaceful dreams of a warless world, Diana still woke up in the middle of the night. At first, Diana didn’t know what woke her. Her blue eyes scanned the darkness while the rest of her body caught up. And it was only when Diana heard the sound of soft, muffled sobs that she knew what had woken her. Turning in her bed to face her lover, Diana threw her arms around the shaking body in her bed.

“(Y/n), why do you cry?” Diana asked worriedly, fearing she herself had hurt the youngest of the Quinzel family. (Y/n)’s form stopped shaking abruptly but still she refused to look at Diana.

“Why?” Was all the woman could whisper. Confused Diana leaned in closer.

“Why what (Y/n)?” Diana asked. (Y/n) finally turned to face Diana with tears in her eyes and a wobbling lip.

“Why do you love me? How can you? I’m… I’m a mess!” (Y/n)’s eyes leaked like waterfalls as she fell towards Diana, who immediately wrapped her strong arms around her.

“No, you’re not.” Diana tried but (Y/n) wasn’t having it.

“YES! Yes, I am. I’m a fat, lazy, arrogant ball of anxiety. And you? You’re just so… Perfect! Someone like you shouldn’t be cursed to be with someone like me.” Diana simply smiled, swinging her leg over (Y/n)’s lower body, the princess of Themyscira straddled the PA to the CEO of WayneTech.

“You say I am perfect, but I am far from it. And you know what I see when I look at you?” (Y/n) said nothing, but Diana knew she was listening “I see two hands, like mine. Two ears, oh also like mine. Two eyes, hey would you look at that same as me.” A smile appeared on (Y/n)’s lips so Diana kept going. “You say you aren’t beautiful, but if I didn’t know any better, I would say you were descended from Aphrodite herself.” Shaking her head, (Y/n) finally looked into Diana’s eyes. “There’s my beautiful girlfriend” Diana finished as she leaned down and placed a soft kiss to (Y/N)’s lips.

“Did you just quote Tarzan to me?” (Y/n) asked, her lips still so close to Diana’s that the older woman could feel her smile.

“I know it’s your favorite.”

“God, you are perfect.”

As the days passed following (Y/n)’s latest insecurity breakdown, (Y/n) noticed her girlfriend being slightly more distant. Diana would leave early and come home late, not by much maybe only half an hour but Diana was usually known for her punctuality. (Y/n) didn’t mind though. As long as Diana was there when (Y/n) woke up, and there when she went to bed, (Y/n) was content to let Diana do what she wanted. Sunday night was usually date night for the pair residing in Bruce Wayne’s old penthouse in the mountains. And as such, (Y/n) hummed a happy tune as she parked in her garage that night. The light of the full moon had guided her way home. Thankfully, (Y/n) had managed to come home early by a half hour. Diana was probably the most well-organized person (Y/n) had ever seen, so it came as a surprise when she opened the door to see Diana running across the room, makeup in hand with a handsome suit covering her body.

“Oh no, no, no. It has to be perfect, everything has to be perfect… For her.” (Y/n) heard Diana mutter as she rushed into the bathroom. Raising a brow (Y/n) silently took off her shoes and hung up her coat as she followed after Diana. As (Y/n) walked to stand in the doorway to the bathroom, she saw Diana sitting in front of the mirror, applying mascara to her already literal godly features. Having not yet noticed the love of her life standing mere feet away from her, Diana tried to apply her makeup as quickly yet carefully as possible.

“I doubt even makeup can take someone past the point of perfection, Diana.” (Y/n) said startling the daughter of Zeus. With hand over heart, Diana smiled at the woman standing in the doorway.

“Oh, (Y/n). You’re early!” Diana exclaimed happily, before a look of horror crossed over her features. “You’re not supposed to be here yet!” Diana frantically stood and paced around the room. (Y/n) giggled to herself as she watched Diana pace with half her makeup on.

“And why is that?” (Y/n) asked, arms folded together under her breasts. Turning to face (Y/n), Diana shook her head, body deflating as her plan was ruined.

“I… I had a surprise for you.” Diana mumbled sadly, refusing to meet (Y/n)’s eyes accepting the fact that she had let (Y/n) down. But when Diana felt warm fingers on her arms she felt a surge of hope. “Last time I checked, it’s still a surprise to me… Whatever it is.” (Y/n)’s warm smile was all Diana needed to get back into gear.

“Right then, we need to look our best.”

Diana and (Y/n) spent the next half an hour applying makeup to each other and giggling like school girls. As she was doing Diana’s nails, (Y/n) finally got a good look at what Diana was wearing. Diana, known to be the more masculine in their homosexual relationship, had taken to wearing a dark black suit jacket and pants, with a white, collared dress shirt underneath the black suit vest she was wearing. The top three buttons of her shirt were undone giving Diana a sexy yet professional vibe. Of course, Diana had already picked out (Y/n)’s dress, and the woman gasped when she saw it. The dress was beautiful. Its base colour was plain white, but it slowly transitioned to light blue then turquoise green the further the dress went down. It wasn’t backless like most fancy dresses but it did look like a proper dress, with a skirt appearance bottom. (Y/n) had only worn the dress once before, at a WayneTech gala party, how Diana had found it and known that it was her favorite dress was beyond (Y/n). But Diana didn’t stop there.

As (Y/n) was busy admiring herself in the bathroom mirror, Diana crossed gracefully across the bedroom and into the wardrobe. Where upon pressing a hidden button above the doorframe the wardrobe mirror slid away to reveal Diana’s Amazonian armour. It’s bright reds, golds and blues were a symbol of hope across the world. Beside the armour stand rested the Sword of Athena, Lasso of Truth as well as her shield and bracelets of submission. But what Diana was looking for, was her tiara. The golden, three-pointed band was branded with a bright red, six-pointed star. Diana carefully plucked the headpiece from the stand and walked back over to (Y/n) who gasped in awe when Diana offered it to her.

“B-but that’s Wonder Woman’s.” (Y/n) insisted. Diana smiled at the woman before her. Despite Diana’s impressive height, (Y/n) usually had her backing down… but not this time. “This is for a princess.” Diana started “You, are my princess. And my Wonder Woman.” (Y/n) could not move as Diana placed the tiara on her head. The cool metal seemed to fill (Y/n) with strength. (Y/n) didn’t know what to do, so she hugged Diana. As tightly as she could. Smiling, Diana hugged back with equal force, wary of her Amazonian strength, and rested her chin on the top of (Y/n)’s head. The pair stood there, in the middle of their bedroom simply content to be with each other. But Diana had something else planned. Looking at her watch, Diana smiled as she pulled away from (Y/n).

“Come on. It’s time to go.”

Before they had left the home, Diana insisted that (Y/n) wear a blindfold. (Y/n) had briefly protested, but like with her tiara, Diana didn’t back down. And the princess of Themyscira had to admit. (Y/n) Quinzel looked damn fine in a blindfold. Not being able to see, (Y/n) allowed Diana to drive her to the mystery location where Diana opened the door and led (Y/n) up some stairs. When the blindfold was finally removed, (Y/n)’s mouth opened in awe of what she saw. It was a grand ball room, the grand ball room… at Wayne Manor. The dancing floor had been refurbished into a dining place with four white table clothed covered round tables placed symmetrically on the floor. At each table, two chairs were placed underneath and a variety of silverware and a candle opera was placed on top. Sitting at each table was one of the Justice League members, and each one had their own dates. Bruce Wayne, (Y/n)’s boss, sat across from a woman with brown hair and a confident smile she sent towards (Y/n). Bruce in return, raised his glass of white wine towards (Y/n) in a silent cheer. Clark Kent had obviously come with Lois Lane and both were extremely happy to see Diana and (Y/n). Barry Allen had come with someone for once and more surprisingly it was Iris West. The speedster had obviously been nervous as he had gelled down his hair. Arthur Curry had invited Mera to the event and the two were still deep in conversation. There was a fifth table. Set atop the landing of the imperial staircase, this particular table looked fit for the king and queen.

Diana held out her arm for (Y/n), who was still busy trying not to make a fool of herself in front of everyone. “Come my dearest partner in greatness. The night is just beginning.” Linking her arm with Diana’s, (Y/n) allowed the Amazon to lead her through the vast room up the imperial staircase and to their table. Like the gentlewoman she is, Diana pulled (Y/n)’s chair out for her and pushed it back in when needed before seating herself. Diana couldn’t help but get lost in (Y/n)’s eyes. When they had first met all those years ago, her eyes had been filled with suspicion and self-doubt. Now they were overflowing with joy and sparkling with happiness. Reaching across the table, Diana clasped (Y/n)’s hand with her own and traced circles with her thumb.

“Happy sixth anniversary my dearest.” Neither (Y/n) nor Diana could believe that six whole years had passed since Diana literally swept (Y/n) off her feet and asked to court her like some royal knight saving the princess. Before (Y/n) could recuperate the feelings, the doors to the kitchens opened and in swept a brigade of servants, their arms laden with silver domed platters and leading them, was the ever-pristine Alfred Pennyworth. As the servants delivered their dinners to the dates on the lower floor, Alfred climbed the stairs to personally deliver (Y/n) and Diana their meals for the evening.

“Madams.” Alfred bowed, placing a dish in front of each woman. “As you ordered, Lady Prince.” At once, Alfred lifted the silver domes to reveal exquisite looking meals of precise proportions. Diana saw the hunger in (Y/n)’s eyes amusing.

“Let’s eat.” Diana stated.

Throughout the meal, Alfred had come back at regular intervals to silently refill (Y/n) and Diana’s glasses with champagne and take their plates away when they were done. Now, with full bellies Diana and (Y/n) as well as all the others down below talked absent mindedly amongst themselves. Diana watched with a smile as (Y/n) laughed at one of her jokes and decided that now was the best time to play her trump card, despite its risks.

“My love. These past six years have been the best of my life.” Diana started, not wanting to ruin the surprise. “But, I cannot bear to have you as my girlfriend anymore.” (Y/n)’s world had officially collapsed around her, she knew it was true, Diana had never loved her. “I see the way people look at you and I hate it” Diana continued, confusing (Y/n) “You think yourself self-conscious but every time I look at you I think that I am the one who is not worthy of you.” (Y/n) leaned in as tears started to wet Diana’s eyes. “So please” (Y/n) gasped when Diana took her hands, reached into her pocket as she knelt on one knee “Please, just this once, let me be selfish and steal you from the world. Please (Y/n) Quinzel. Be my wife.” Diana brought a black velvet box from her pocket and opened it to reveal an impossibly expensive ring. The platinum band was encrusted with rubies, emeralds and sapphires all arranged in circles like an exploding firework. With tears in her eyes (Y/n) jumped on Diana.

“Yes, yes, yes! A million times yes!” (Y/n) squealed happily as she hugged Diana who laughed out a sob of relief as she slipped the ringer onto (Y/n)’s finger.

“She said yes.” Diana mumbled to herself as she hugged (Y/n) on the floor. Down below, the others had heard the commotion and began applauding the new happy couple. In a surprise twist, Diana lifted (Y/n) up in her arms and displayed her to her audience. “SHE SAID YES!” Diana shouted happily.

A few days had passed since Diana’s proposal, but that wasn’t to say that the excitement had worn off. (Y/n)’s insecurities had diminished greatly and Diana now had the authority to pummel any creeps that wanted a slice of her fiancé. Fiancé, Diana really liked saying that word. Their date nights had changed as well. Usually it was a romantic gesture something like a picnic or fancy dinner, but now (Y/n) was more inclined to help out those less fortunate. Diana took her to orphanages and homeless shelters and the two would spend the entire day just helping others. Other times the pair would stay in at home and lounge around watching a movie. But as Diana settled into the heated waters of her balcony pool and looked over the night time city scape of Gotham City, she was almost perfectly content where she was. Leaning against the edge of the pool, Diana rested her arms along the edge and stretched her legs. A long day of halting crime came with drawbacks. Diana’s sore muscles praised the soaking of warm water and Diana let out a sigh of relief.

“Rough day at the office?” (Y/n)’s sweet voice carried across the wind and entered Diana’s ears. Rolling her head back, Diana saw the upside-down version of (Y/n) standing before her, a cup of strawberry ice-cream in her hand. Taking her boots and stockings off, (Y/n) dipped her legs into the water and kissed Diana’s forehead.

“You have no idea my love” Diana groaned in displeasure, remembering the tiring battles she had been a part of all day. Smiling, (Y/n) pressed a few buttons on the waterproof pad next to her and a holographic screen projecting the news appeared above their heads. The reporter was female and wearing a blue pinstripe suit.

“And in other news, Wonder Woman saved the day, yet again. This time from a rouge alien. With the help of federal agents, Wonder Woman has detained the alien. And this reporter is led to believe if Wonder Woman has taken the mantle of Gotham’s hero from the legendary Batman.” (Y/n) muted her report and smiled at Diana cockily.

“I think I have a pretty accurate idea.” (Y/n) said swishing her legs lazily in the crystal-clear waters. Diana had used the pool’s control pad to turn the green lights in the floor on, giving the pool the look of a forest pond. Diana coughed out a laugh, her lungs still harboring a few traces of smoke and ash from the burning building she had to save a child from. (Y/n) looked at her future wife with concern in her eyes. “Is there anything I can do to help you?” Diana smirked at her wife to be, she had just played right into her hands.

“Well, you could get naked and join me.” Diana said mischievously. (Y/n) gaped at Diana, words failing in her mouth. Her aghast look morphed into one of hilarity as she tipped her head back and laughed.

“Are you always this direct Miss Prince, or is it just with me?” (Y/n) asked. Diana smiled as she traced wet lines along the bare skin of (Y/n)’s knees.

“Only with you, my wife to be.” Diana whispered, (Y/n) cocked her head to the side and smiled. “And I meant what I said, I expect you to be naked and in my lap in three minutes or else I’m forcing you to.” (Y/n) laughed as she stood, waving the cup of ice-cream in her hand.

“And here I thought I would be nice and give my hero a cup of ice-cream. But she’s being really mean.” (Y/n) said cockily and smirked when Diana’s face dropped, a pout appearing on her lips.

“Okay, okay. You win. How dare you use hostages.” Diana fake scowled at (Y/n) who laughed as she gave Diana the frozen treat. As Diana spooned frozen heaven into her mouth, (Y/n) went back inside to shed her remaining clothing.

When (Y/n) stepped back out into the balcony, she found the air to be surprisingly warm against her bare skin. Diana had inhaled her treat and watched (Y/n) with hungry eyes as she stepped into the other side of the pool. When only her neck was visible above the water, (Y/n) swam to Diana who took (Y/n) in her arms. Now seated comfortably in Diana’s lap, (Y/n) felt Diana’s strong arms wrap around her as she relaxed into the embrace. Soon, Diana’s soft humming echoed around the two women. A peaceful, wordless lullaby forgotten by time and passed onto each new generation of Amazons. (Y/n) buried her face into the crook of Diana’s neck, feeling Diana’s soft fingers dance in her hair. And as Diana stared into the light of the full moon, she thanked every god she could think of for giving her (Y/n). That’s when she remembered something.

Biting her lip, Diana tried to think of how to best word her question. Nerves began chewing away at her self-confidence as time passed by. (Y/n) shifting in her lap, brought Diana out of her thoughts. (Y/n) had her knees on the underwater bench, either side of Diana’s legs as she stared into her eyes.

“You have your thinking face on.” (Y/n) stated “Whatcha thinking about?” Diana’s eyes widened like a deer in headlights.

“Um, well… I was thinking… Maybe we could… Erm…” Whatever Diana tried didn’t seem to work, the words just would not come out. Cupping her perfectly sculpted face in her hands, (Y/n) smiled at Diana.

“Diana, it’s okay.” (Y/n) insisted, Diana sighed as she looked (Y/n) in the eye.

“I was wondering… If we… If we could get married on Themyscria?” Diana’s words were soft, barely above a whisper. But they meant the world to Diana. Having been away from her home, her family for so many decades had tolled on Diana. (Y/n)’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Themyscira? Where… where you were born?” (Y/n) asked, remembering all of Diana’s stories about the place.

“Correct.” Diana nodded “It is a beautiful island, a place truly fit for our wedding”

“B-but, Diana. I haven’t even gone there before! And… and what about your mum? Isn’t she queen? I haven’t even met her either.” (Y/n) was in hysterics, on one had she would be married to the woman of her dreams in a land of dreams. On the other, she had to endure the most painful part of relationships, meeting the family. Diana however, laughed.

“Mother will love you (Y/n). As will the rest of Themyscira. I promise you.” (Y/n) still looked unsure, so Diana pressed her assault. “Please, please, please!” Diana rushed like a child. Finally (Y/n) relented, amused by her fiancé’s childish antics.

“Fine, we can go” At (Y/n)’s words Diana pumped her fist triumphantly.

“Yes!” She cheered happily.

“But!” (Y/n) interrupted and Diana looked at her curiously.

“But?”

“But, after we get back. You have to do something for me.” Diana looked at (Y/n) confused.

“Of course. Anything for you, (Y/n).” (Y/n) smiled at Diana’s answer and wrapped her arms around her once more. The moon light seemed brighter as it shined on the two.

The morning after (Y/n) had agreed to travel to Themyscria, she had immediately asked for an audience with Lucius Fox. The head office at WayneTech was surprisingly barren. Like (Y/n)’s own office, it was the size of an apartment, had huge floor to ceiling windows this time overlooking the south side of Gotham. Portraits of previous CEO’s lined the walls and all of this orbited the crescent desk, behind which sat Lucius Fox. (Y/n) had just finished explaining to Lucius on why she needed to take a few days off. And as the ever articulate woman she was, (Y/n) had prepared an expertly detailed essay regarding the subject.

“I must say miss Quinzel, when you said you were prepared to show why you needed and deserved time off, I wasn’t expecting such a performance” admitted Lucius having just listened to (Y/n) speak every word from her essay perfectly from memory. The pages still in Lucius’s grasp.

“It pays to be prepared. And as I stated in paragraph two I-“(Y/n) started to explain again but Lucius held up his hand, silencing her.

“Yes, you already finished a week’s worth of work. I was willing to give you a few days off. Now I see no reason to keep you, especially since you’ve already picked a substitute.” (Y/n) bowed at Lucius slightly.

“Thank you, sir and I am sure that Markus will do my job well until I return.” (Y/n) said, remembering the person she had hired for a week. Lucius leaned forward in his chair.

“There is one thing though.” He said “I am curious as to why you want to go now. I mean, you’ve never taken leave before, not even a sick day.” (Y/n) blushed slightly.

“Well sir, my girlfriend recently proposed. And she wants to visit her home country.” (Y/n) explained nervously and a smile appeared on her boss’s face.

“Well then, congratulations to the pair of you. And I do hope she treats you right. The world would be a much, much better place with more people like you in it.” The two WayneTech workers smiled at each other before (Y/n) walked out of the room, her smile still present.

By the time (Y/n) walked through the door of her home that night, Diana had finished cooking dinner. A lovely venison brisket with seasonal greens on the side. When (Y/n) walked in the door with a cheery ‘hello’, Diana rushed to relieve her of her coat.

“My, my.” (Y/n) tutted “What’s got you all fired up?” Diana pulled a chair out at the table for (Y/n) who gladly sat down in front of her dinner. Smiling Diana sat across from (Y/n), excited for their trip.

“I’m… I’m just so happy that you’re mine.” Diana whispered, afraid that if she spoke louder, she would wake from the perfect dream that had become her reality. While her body was that of the indestructible Wonder Woman, Diana’s emotions were as weak as anyone’s. Diana constantly worried for (Y/n), be it her safety or if someone would steal (Y/n) from her. But now the two would be wed and Diana could put at least half her fears to rest.

“Diana.” (Y/n) tried to speak but Diana shook her head.

“Please, I. I want… need to say this.” Diana pleaded, nodding (Y/n) allowed Diana to talk, giving the immortal daughter of Zeus her full attention. “All my life I wanted two things, to help people and to bring peace.” Diana looked out of the window and to the silver crescent of the moon. “But since I came to Man’s World I wanted something else, something I never thought I needed. I wanted to find love.” Diana looked back at (Y/n), the younger of the two snaked her hand across the table and took Diana’s hand in hers. “You know about Steve. And, I thought he was the one I was looking for. But I believe that the gods willed him to sacrifice himself not only for the good of the world, but so that I would one day find you.” Tears were forming in Diana’s eyes as her emotions ran wild. “And… and I want you to know. You mean, more to me… Than anything in this life. I love you, and I know that sounds cliché. But it is true, I love you (Y/n) Quinzel” By the end of Diana’s speech, both women had tears in their eyes.

“Diana…” (Y/n) breathed out “I… I don’t know what to say. But I know that I love you, Diana Prince. And, and I know that without you my life would be a whole lot darker.” Diana could no longer hold herself back, she flew over the table and crashed into (Y/n) with a hug pushing the pair to the ground. Pinning (Y/n) underneath her, Diana lowered her face to (Y/n)’s ear.

“And I’m going to show you I mean it” Her hot breath tickled (Y/n)’s ear, but that wasn’t the only thing that made her shiver that night.

As the blearing ringtone of Diana’s alarm beeped to life, its face flashing seven o’clock in bright red L.E.Ds. (Y/n) groaned as she was torn away from the land of dreams, flinging the covers of her bed over her head and slamming her pillow atop her ears to block out the satanic sound. Meanwhile, Diana leapt out of the bed her excitement growing as time passed by. Giggling to herself at her fiancé’s want to sleep, Diana danced into the wardrobe to pick out her clothes for the exciting day. After all, today is the day Diana takes (Y/n) to Themyscira! Humming as she skimmed over her shirts, Diana finally settled on a maroon tank top and brown shorts. Opening the secret room to what Diana called the Wonder Woman chamber, Diana took her sword as well as her lasso and wrapped them both in a piece of cloth to pack later. Skipping into the room, Diana launched herself at the trying to sleep (Y/n) who grunted in annoyance as Diana landed on her.

“Come on honey bunny, today’s the day we go to Themyscira.” Cheered Diana dragging a groaning (Y/n) out of bed by her feet. Flailing her arms wildly in a childish display of argument, (Y/n) tried to hold onto the bed.

“It’s too early!” (Y/n) whined “And I haven’t even memorized my speech yet!” That stopped Diana. The Daughter of Zeus blinked comically at what she just heard, dropping (Y/n)’s feet to the floor Diana crawled over her body and flipped (Y/n) around to face her.

“What speech?” Diana asked incredulously. Nervous under Diana’s playful yet still meaningful glare, (Y/n) tapped her two index fingers together. “The speech to not make a fool of myself in front of you mother and the whole island” Diana smiled at this new information.

“By the gods, you just keep getting cuter.” Diana declared before grabbing (Y/n)’s waist and throwing (Y/n) over her shoulder.

“What, Diana! Put me down!” (Y/n) demanded, but Diana only laughed as she took (Y/n) into the wardrobe.

Sitting (Y/n) on the three-legged stool in the walk-in wardrobe, Diana began picking out clothes for her. The Princess of Themyscira would hold up a shirt to (Y/n), shake her head and replace it with something else. Eventually Diana decided to dress (Y/n) in trekking shorts and a white cotton shirt. Standing back to admire her handiwork, Diana smiled as (Y/n) scowled at her indignantly. Wagging her finger at the super powered being, (Y/n) started her ranting. “Diana Prince!” She scolded “I swear to God if you do that again I’ll… I’ll” (Y/n) trailed off not knowing what to say, Diana figured this and smiled taking a step closer to (Y/n).

“You’ll what my little princess?” Diana smirked at a fuming (Y/n).

“I’ll make you sleep on the couch for a month!” At this Diana gaped in alarm.

“What! You can’t do that? Who gave you rights to do such vile acts?” Diana demanded, now it was (Y/n)’s turn to speak. Holding up her hand to show Diana her ring, (Y/n) flashed her signature smile.

“You did when you decided to marry this walking disaster.” Diana gawked at (Y/n) in a mixture of surprise and admiration. “I proposed to a trickster.” Diana said defeatedly throwing her hands in the air “Fine, you win.” Giggling (Y/n) caressed Diana’s crestfallen face with a confident finger.

“That’s my strong Wonder Woman.” She said as she sauntered out of the bedroom, intent on cooking some food before they left. Diana’s eyes, no matter how pure she was, were glued to (Y/n)’s voluptuous bottom like flies in a trap.

“I hate to see her go” Diana muttered to herself in a trance like tone as (Y/n) walked out of her view “But I love to watch her leave.”

Despite Diana’s less than easy approach to outfitting her, (Y/n) was grateful for the choice of clothing. The harsh sunlight seemed to batter down on the inhabitants of Gotham without remorse. Utilizing her Athena like intelligence, Diana collapsed the roof of her retro looking convertible for the warm yet still cooler than normal breeze as they travelled along the Gotham highway. Music from the radio held Diana and (Y/n)’s spirts high as they sung together like no one was watching. Gotham’s polluted air soon freshened into the salty smell of the sea as Diana turned from the highway and onto the docks. Brutish sailors and their foul-mouthed friends whistled and hollered at (Y/n) and Diana as they drove past. As her shyness grew to new heights, (Y/n) looked to Diana for help. Only to find that Diana was completely ignoring them as she drove. “So what are we doing here anyway?” (Y/n) asked as Diana eventually parked and started putting the roof of the car back on. Diana looked behind her, past the moving parts of the roof of her car to try and find something.

“Well, usually I would just fly to Themyscria. It’s far faster.” Diana turned back to (Y/n) with a smile, having found what she was looking for. “But I want you to get the full experience the first time.” Opening the door, Diana walked to the boot of the car and retrieved their bags as (Y/n) walked out to meet her. After making sure the car was secured in its parking space beside an old warehouse, Diana and (Y/n) wandered the docks with the princess herself in the lead. The pair of women walked hand in hand past small shops selling ‘fresh’ fish that smelled worse than heated, regurgitated poop. Leading (Y/n) to the end of a dock, Diana greeted a man sleeping on a wooden green bench.

His old, patchy navy-blue jacket covered most of his body but (Y/n) could still make out the almost bleached hair poking through underneath the sea captain hat. Bright yellow overalls covered what the jacket could not and over his feet were a sturdy pair of black rubber boots. “JACK!” Diana shouted, slapping the old sailor on the back. With a shout of alarm Jack spasmed to life, fumbling over himself as he gathered his bearings.

“Hummina? Whatcha? Wheresa?” Jack mumbled angrily as he sat up. His old wrinkled face tanned from endless hours under the sun. When he saw Diana, Jack’s personality completely flipped. A broad, yellow toothed smile greeted Diana and Jack spread his arms wide offering her a hug.

“Diana bloody Prince!” Jack shouted joyously as Diana accepted his embrace. (Y/n) knew that Diana liked to be friends with everyone, she just never imagined Diana would find friends like Jack. Jack and Diana traded heavy slaps to each other’s backs before they separated.

“How have you been Jack? Are the children okay?” (Y/n) couldn’t help but smile at Diana’s need to know if her friends were doing fine. Apparently, Jack felt the same, his smile seemed to get impossibly brighter despite the neglect of oral care.

“I’ve neva bin betta!” Jack pronounced happily, hooking his thumbs under the straps of his rubber overalls. “And ta kids are fine. But ta wee one misses ya, Diana.” Laughing, Diana shook her head.

“Kane, He misses me? Are you sure? Last thing he said to me makes me think otherwise.” Exclaimed Diana. At this Jack too laughed as he draped his jacket over his shoulders.

“Aye, he acts tough. But he’s a big softie at heart. Just like his ma!” Jack’s eyes finally landed on (Y/n) who had been standing off to the side, not interrupting their conversation. “And who is this lovely lass? The future Missus Prince that I’ve heard so many good things about.” (Y/n) couldn’t stop the blush appearing on her cheeks. Diana however, cocked her head to the side as she jostled the two bags around her back.

“Actually, we haven’t talked about last names yet” Diana muttered as if just now realizing the topic. Sensing the oncoming tension, Jack waved his hands to get (Y/n) and Diana’s attention.

“Ah well, I’m Jack, Jack Krane” Jack held out his hand to (Y/n) who shook it politely

“(Y/n) Quinzel. Pleased to meet you.” (Y/n) was a polite persona at heart, which came from a life of being an introvert. Jack’s brows raised in alarm.

“Quinzel? Like pre-Joker era Harley Quinn?” he asked in shock. (Y/n)’s naturally soft features turned into one of stoic hardness.

“Exactly the same.” She challenged, Diana watched from the sidelines, ready to intervene if necessary.

“No matter. I’m guessing today’s ta day then eh?” He announced excitedly, his weathered hands rubbing against each other in anticipation. “Still find it wee bit weird that ye wanted dropped off in ta middle of te ocean” At this (Y/n) raised an eyebrow but said nothing as she saw Diana’s smile.

“A girl must have her secrets as they say.” Diana’s sassy reply sent Jack into another fit of boisterous laughter.

“So, they say indeed. Ah well, ye know me ship. I’ll be there in a sec, gotta say goodbye first.” With that, Jack waddled away down the docks and into one of the many warehouses.

Apparently, captains came in all different shapes and sizes, and did not reflect the ships they sailed at all. Entangling her fingers with (Y/n)’s own, Diana strode confidently through the crowds leading (Y/n) toward a much nicer wharf. Instead of wooden planks and mudded paths, this wharf was paved and sealed with tar. Large cruise liners were moored to the side of the docks and Diana led (Y/n) up the decks of the most luxurious, sleek white cruiser.

“This is Jacks?” Asked (Y/n) in disbelief as Diana opened a set of double doors revealing the main lobby of the ship. Bright lights hanging from trees shone down unto the shops below. The lobby covered dozens of floors of the ship, filled with shops and bakeries. Hundreds if not thousands of people bustled around, buying and eating. There was only one word to describe the ship in its entirety and that was; extravagant. Ships of extravagance weren’t anything new to (Y/n), Lucius had taken her on many business cruises before. Diana seemed really excited however, to reach their room on one of the higher floors. The entrance to their room was sealed with twin wooden doors with golden handles. Pushing open the doors, (Y/n) stared in awe at the Greek styled room. Portraits and sculptures of ancient Greece decorated the room where a huge loveseat dominated the room in front of a plasma screen T.V. The bed was king sized with freshly laid sheets and blankets. The kitchen was also well stocked with fresh food and drinks, even some Milo. Whilst it didn’t have the space of (Y/n)’s home, (Y/n) could understand why Diana wanted to take the ship and not just fly to Themyscria.

Dumping their bags at the foot of the bed, Diana pulled (Y/n) onto the bed. With a shriek of surprise, (Y/n) landed on top of Diana. Normally, (Y/n) would be afraid she had squashed her future wife. But after six years of dating, (Y/n) had found out Diana could take a lot more than (Y/n)’s plus sized body.

“How do you like my home away from home?” Diana asked curiously from underneath (Y/n). Her hands roaming (Y/n)’s body, loving every extra curve and crevice. Not bothering to answer Diana’s question, (Y/n)’s lips dove to capture Diana’s own in a loving embrace of passion.

Sadly, Diana and (Y/n) didn’t get to stay on the cruise for long. Several hours filled with whip cream, licks, and Diana’s fingers passed by before Diana ushered (Y/n) out of the room and onto the back deck, where they met Jack again. This time, Jack was fitted in a clean, white and gold captain’s uniform while all his hair looked clean. As Diana and (y/n) walked up to him, Jack opened his arms wide in greeting.

“Diana, (Y/n) good ta see yas again lassies. Enjoyed the room did ye?” Jack asked, wiggling his eyebrows. Diana suppressed a giggle and (Y/n) looked mortified at the prospect that Jack may have had camera’s in the room.

“Jack, stop trying to scare (Y/n). Is our boat ready?” Diana asked, shouldering hers and (Y/n)’s packs. Turning around, Jack slapped the wheel of a rotating handle connected to a sturdy beam that secured a life raft in place.

“I had this one installed just for ya Diana. Although, I had to take out ta motor fer some er… complicated reasons.” Jack laughed nervously, Diana didn’t seem to mind however as she walked to the other pillar securing the boat and gripped the rotating handle there with both hands.

“It’s fine Jack. (Y/n), get in the boat. I’ll lower it with Jack and meet you down there.” Diana instructed. With a nod, (Y/n) retrieved the bags from Diana and stepped into the life boat. Its steel bottom feeling cool when (Y/n)’s thigh brushed against it. When (Y/n) was sitting on the white plastic bench, Diana and Jack started slowly hoisting (Y/n) down into the water.

Feeling her nerves grow stronger as her boat splashed into the blue, seemingly bottomless waters, (Y/n) gripped her plastic bench as tightly as she could. From her position, the cruise ship seemed impossibly big and she couldn’t even make out Diana or Jack. Fear began to worm its way into (Y/n)’s heart. What of all of this was part of Diana’s plan to dump (Y/n)? Then (Y/n) chastised herself for thinking so poorly of Diana. Hearing a tang of metal hooks releasing their hold on the small craft, (Y/n) jumped in alarm. Looking around frantically, (Y/n)’s eyes scanned for Diana.

“Looking for me, love?” Diana’s calm, lulling voice drew (Y/n)’s attention to the back of the boat where Diana floated just above the water. Smiling, Diana drifted through the air with angelic grace.

“Of course, I’m looking for you” (Y/n) quipped sassily “Girl you know I don’t know how to drive this thing.” With a burst of laughter, Diana buried her face into the hair on (Y/n)’s head, inhaling her scent.

“That is true my dearest.” Picking up the two red plastic oars, Diana started rowing away from the ship and unto the horizon.

“Are we there yet?” (Y/n)’s tired voice broke the silence for the seventeenth time in the last few minutes. (Y/n) laid unmoving along her bench, her arm draped over her eyes to protect herself from the harsh rays of the sun. Diana looked into the sky, a few clouds blotted against the light blue hues of the atmosphere but what really caught her eye, was the slight shimmer as the rays of sun rebounded off something in the distance.

“Almost little one. I cannot wait for you to meet my family!” Diana’s ecstatic words brought a smile to (Y/n)’s lips. Jack’s cruise had long since vanished over the horizon, now (Y/n) and Diana were left alone together with nothing but undrinkable water to keep them company.

“Maybe we should turn back? We seem to be getting nowhere.” (Y/n) said almost fearfully. Diana only smiled.

“That’s just the barrier talking.” She countered.

“So, how come no one can get to Themyscria anyway?” (Y/n) asked, sitting up to face Diana as she rowed the boat. “I mean, we’ve only been out here on our own for maybe an hour.” Grunting, Diana heaved the oars as the pair crossed over a slightly larger wave.

“Well, my father Zeus protected the island with a barrier of will power. Any who come near that do not have permission by myself or my mother will have a… it’s hard to explain… A change of heart I guess. Put simply, if people were to come near Themyscira the barrier makes them want to turn back around.” A look of understanding and amazement crossed over (Y/n)’s features at Diana’s explanation.

“That sounds, incredible.” (Y/n)’s smile broadened.

“If you wanna see incredible little one, turn around.” At Diana’s request, (Y/n) shifted her body and gasped at what she saw.

Five islands, majestically floating above the ocean appeared from nothing. Each island seemed to float at different elevations. The higher (Y/n) looked, the smaller the islands became but none lost their majesty. It seemed each island was connected by a series of waterfalls that flowed from the sky onto the tallest peak atop the highest island. The waterfalls that flowed from the largest island at the bottom crashed into the salty waters of the ocean. (Y/n) could only make out the sharp, jagged rock bottoms of the higher islands but the largest island was easily visible. Lush forests dominated the island, birds of all species flew around merrily as they nested and called to each other. Around the outskirts of the island, strong white walls safeguarded what appeared to be impressive, Greek styled temples and buildings. The water below (Y/n) turned from deep blue to shallow green, looking down (Y/n) could see a pod of dolphins swimming happily beneath her. Few words were able to capture the essence of Themyscria, but magical was probably the most accurate.

“It’s… it’s incredible. How… I don’t… Thank you Diana” (Y/n) turned to face her soul mate with teary eyes. “Thank you for sharing this with me.” Diana returned her smile, cupping (Y/n)’s plump face with her hands.

“I will share my entire life and more with you.” Diana’s hot, whisper tickled (Y/n)’s ear as Diana leant forward and captured her lips in a kiss. As Diana slowly broke the kiss, letting (Y/n) gulp down air, she pointed towards one of the many waterfalls leading to the ocean from the main island. “(Y/n) look! The welcoming party has arrived.” She said. (Y/n) turned around and almost fainted when she saw three powerfully built women riding water horses.

There was no other way to describe them. They were water horses. Their bodies were literally made from water, blues and whites swirled underneath shells of coral. A thin, blue layer coated the water in a protective coating. The Amazons had shaped the coral on the water horse’s backs to function like saddles, and they rode them expertly to the side of the boat. The closest one, a strong and muscle Amazon with fiery red hair and icy blue eyes, stood atop her horse with grace and bowed.

“Hail, Princess Diana. Daughter of Queen Hippolyta.” The Amazon’s voice was commanding and intimidating, but Diana was happily relieved to see that (Y/n) didn’t shy away. Too mystified by the water horses, hippocampi as they were truly called.iJ

“It is good to see you as well Phobie.” Diana warmly greeted her friend with a smile before pulling (Y/n) close to her body. “May I introduce, (Y/n) Quinzel of Man’s world. My betrothed.” A look of shock crossed over the amazons faces, the other two looked at Phobie who adopted a neutral expression.

“Hello, it is very nice to meet you” (Y/n) greeted the Amazons with a smile, Phobie’s friends smiled back but Phobie remained expressionless.

“Princess Diana. Please take Kοράλλι as your mount.” Phobie said, then with the grace of an Olympic gymnast, Phobie flipped through the air. With a perfect form, Phobie touched down on the small life boat, barely making a ripple in the tropical green waters below.

“Thank you Phobie. Perhaps you could take our bags as well. I wish to give (Y/n) the full Themyscria experience as we travel.” Nodding, Phobie went to collect the two bags at the edge of the boat as Diana climbed onto the hippocampi.

“Come (Y/n). Let me take you to Themyscria.” Diana said romantically holding out her hand and (Y/n) smiled as she took Diana’s calloused hand in her own. But, as (Y/n) went to step off the boat it started to shake violently. With a cry of shock (Y/n) started to fall off the boat. Luckily, Diana was there to catch (Y/n) and pull the younger woman into her arms, seating her before her on the hippocampi. Diana looked back to see that Phobie had roughly jumped from the boat to one of the other Amazons who stared wide eyed at Phobie. Neither one uttering a word. “Let us make haste, I am dying to see mother again.” Diana said, a wary eye trailing Phobie as she and the other Amazons took the points in front of Diana, acting as guards ready to announce her presence.

The hippocampi glided through the water like a hawk in the sky. The majestic creatures neared the island and (Y/n) saw no visible way to climb onto the floating island. Instead, the two Amazons ridding their hippocampi, led Diana and (Y/n) closer to one of the cascading waterfalls that crashed into the sea with a thunderous boom. “Erm, Diana?” (Y/n) whispered to the woman currently holding her tight.

“Yes?” Diana’s voice was distant, perhaps because after so long she was finally coming home again.

“How… How are we getting up there?” at this Diana looked down, smiling like a child to the woman that captured her heart.

“My dear, this is Themyscria. Practically everything is magic.” Confused by Diana’s words, (Y/n) turned back around and almost lost it when she saw the three riders in front of her start defying gravity as the Hippocampi started swimming up the waterfall. Seeing (Y/n)’s bewildered expression, Diana patted the neck of the hippocampi she rode and with a burst of speed that threw (Y/n) even further into Diana’s embrace, Diana and (Y/n) were travelling up at ninety degrees.

No longer could (Y/n) contain her excitement. Feeling like a kid in a candy store after being told the entire shop was free, (Y/n) threw her hands in the air and screamed with utter glee at the weightless feeling. Eyes sparkling with nothing but childhood wonder looked out across the upturned ocean. Birds of different species glided around the waterfall and it was then that (Y/n) saw with fascination that fish were swimming along the waterfall current as well. Salmon, kingfish even the odd swordfish darted under the rushing veil of the waterfall, all heading to the island of paradise. Leaning forward, feeling secure with Diana’s arms tight around her waist, (Y/n) dipped her hand in the rushing water and marveled at the somehow warm temperature. Water splashed in (Y/n)’s face and she recoiled in shock. Looking up she saw Phobie looking back with a strange look on her face. That was when (Y/n) noticed her bag was now soaking.

“Apologies Princess Diana.” Phobie called down. “This bag seems to be heavier than yours.” and there it was. It was subtle, but (Y/n) heard it. A fat joke. Always comparing her to Diana. And apparently (Y/n) wasn’t the only one to hear it either. Diana’s growl rumbled dangerously in her throat, a clear sign of warning that Phobie could not hear.

“I’ll teach her not to mess with you.” Diana seethed with anger at her fellow Amazon, how dare she joke about such a sensitive subject. A feeling of happiness descended upon (Y/n) as she watched how possessive and caring Diana could become. Sure, Diana had done similar things, but never to someone like Phobie who had known and quite possibly trained with Diana in her early life.

“It’s okay Diana. Honest.” Placing a hand on Diana’s leg, (Y/n) managed to calm the furious goddess. “Besides, I did pack a few things other than clothes.” (Y/n) continued with a sly wink which had Diana blushing thirty shades of red.

After the literally magical Hippocampi ride, the Amazons and (Y/n) reached the shore where a few Amazons who had heard of Diana’s return were waiting. Every single one of them, like Diana, were over six feet tall and extremely well built. Even the smallest one was a good few inches taller than (Y/n) and the mortal woman knew that any of them could snap her like a twig. All of them were dressed in armour of leather and iron in colours similar to Diana’s Wonder Woman’s outfit. Most of them were armed with sharp weapons, swords or daggers were sheathed at their sides and one even had a bow and quiver of arrows slung over her back. However different they were, be it eyes, hair or colour of skin, their faces were the same. Each had an easily identifiable look of excitement on their face as Diana helped (Y/n) from the back of the Hippocampi and onto shore.

“The princess is back.” They cheered, their cries of happiness echoing across the island “The princess is back.” With a smile on her face and her heart warm with love, Diana wrapped an arm around (Y/n)’s waist and addressed the Amazons before her.

“My sisters it has been too long. But I bring great news from Man’s world!” Her exclamation earned Diana another bout of cheers. Metal clanked against metal as the Amazons crowded around their princess and the human woman. (Y/n) couldn’t see much outside the circle of tall women that had formed a protective ring around her and Diana. But, she did catch glimpses of white, possibly marble, structures. (Y/n) could also hear the faint sound of fierce battles, presumably the Amazons training against one another. But the one building (Y/n) could see clearly, was the palace of Hippolyta herself.

Gargantuan, blood red marble pillars dozens of meters tall erupted from the elevated acropolis of Themyscria to withstand the weight of the marble truss roof. Within the triangle shape at the front of the temple, golden depictions of gods and goddesses stood side by side as a family. Floors of oak wood separated the temple into three areas. Banners of white cloth with gold edges hung from the top balcony with the depiction of a pi symbol of bull horns encircled with an orange ring, the symbol of Hestia the eldest child of Kronos and Rhea. Banisters of crisscrossing warm brown wooden beams lined the edges of each balcony of the temple. At each corner of the balconies sat steel torch braziers that held devilishly dangerous green flames. The entrance had no grand door, in fact the entrance had no door. Instead, a huge space between the two front walls acted as an entrance which was guarded by two colossal statues. On the left, a woman drew her bow at the sun as if to shoot the world into eternal night. The statue’s long hair had been carved into a single braid that wormed its way over her shoulder like a snake. Artists depicted her as a huntress, with clothes of animal hide carved from silver marble, a quiver of arrows hung on her back and a loyal hound stood guard at her heels. The final sign of the statue’s brilliance was the golden circlet resting atop the huntress’s head as if she was a queen. The other statue seemed no less of a warrior, dressed in a battle regalia similar to Diana’s own, this statue also depicted a woman with long hair in a single braid. This time however, instead of a bow the statue held a dangerous hooked spear in one hand and a shield in the other. Similar to her friend this statue was also accompanied by an animal, an owl perched on the statue’s shoulder as a silent guardian. Sitting atop the warrior’s head was a war helmet of gold with a red marble plume.

(Y/n) gaped in wonderment as the Amazons led her inside, an area that did not disappoint. Like the Parthenon, Hippolyta’s temple had a greater length than height. As such, the bottom floor was filled with strong yet beautifully carved columns of polished stone. Each pillar had four torch sconces bolted at its middle, the same bright green fire danced away, lighting the area save for the giant open skylight in the middle of the temple’s roof. Sunlight poured in from the sky like Themyscria’s magical waterfall, basking the centerpiece of the area in a golden glow. The centerpiece was of course the throne and its queen. Built atop a small hill of steps, the throne of Hippolyta queen of the Amazons looked to have been built by Hephaestus himself. Forged from an alloy of gold and platinum, it glowed radiantly in the sunlight. Encrusted with jewels of every colour even the arm rests were fancy as they twirled at its ends like ram horns. The only thing more stunning about the temple than the throne, was the woman sitting atop it. Built like a goddess, Hippolyta probably stood around six and a half feet tall. While she had no bulging mussels, even (Y/n) who was used to Diana’s powerfully built body, could tell that Hippolyta would be a challenge for Superman. Diana had spoken very highly of her mother and talked about her feats numerous times and Hippolyta’s trophies were her clothing. Covering her body was the pelt of the Nemean lion, its winter white fur was as regal and majestic as any kingly robes. Draped over her back was the golden fleece, a symbol from the god Poseidon. Lyacon’s werewolf head guarded Hippolyta’s own with its hide, Lyacon’s dead grey eyes seemed to be ever watchful. A golden circlet encrusted with flawless rubies, stolen from a horde of myrmekes sat atop Hippolyta’s ears under her helm of Lyacon. Finally, boots from the hide of the Erymanthian Boar made sprinting on even the roughest terrain easy for Hippolyta.

As they neared, Hippolyta’s queenly glare fixated on (Y/n) but the woman refused to back down, her spirit encouraged by Diana’s presence. Dragging her intimidating gaze from the mortal that stood before her, the queen of the Amazons smiled at her daughter after so many centuries apart. “Diana, my daughter, you have finally returned” Hippolyta’s voice sent nervous shivers down (Y/n)’s spine and she almost whimpered in fear of the powerful woman that would one day be her mother-in-law.

“Of course, mother and I bring wonderous news from Man’s world!” Diana’s words held excitement but (Y/n) knew this was nowhere near as excited as Diana truly was.

“Very well, daughter.” Hippolyta turned to face the crowd of Amazons who had gathered behind Diana and (Y/n). “Leave us, tend to your duties.” She ordered, and the Amazons simply left without hesitation. Now with the temple only occupying three people, Hippolyta stood from her throne and descended the steps with grace. The queen was taller than even Diana by a few centimeters and (Y/n) watched the two warriors regard each other cautiously. Hippolyta slapped her hands onto Diana’s shoulders, squeezing the muscles underneath with hidden pride.

“I see you haven’t gone soft in the world of man.” Hippolyta noted with a soft smile.

“There are more problems in their world than Ares… I’m happy to see you again mother.” Diana spoke softly, afraid of saying something wrong.

“I missed you as well lamb.” Diana smiled at the old pet name only her mother had called her, the warmth in her heart spreading like a forest fire. Unable to contain her happiness any longer, Diana pulled her mother into a long-awaited bear hug. (Y/n) couldn’t not smile at the scene as Diana lifted her mother in the air, (Y/n) was sure the elder woman would have been crushed if she wasn’t an Amazon.

“Diana, please. You have brought us company.” Hippolyta pleaded with her daughter, Diana scrunched up her eyes and held onto her mother. Finally, with one last squeeze, Diana released her mother and pulled (Y/n) in front of her who squeaked in surprise.

“Mother, I would like to introduce you to (Y/n) Quinzel of Man’s world.” Diana said proudly. (Y/n), not knowing what to do, bowed to Hippolyta as best she could.

“Your highness” (Y/n) sounded extremely nervous, a trait that didn’t go unnoticed by the queen.

“You may rise” Hippolyta said with a bored tone, (Y/n) saw the look in her eyes and knew that Hippolyta was less than impressed with what she saw. Diana however, didn’t see the distasteful exchange.

“This, mother, is the woman I am betrothed to.” That caught Hippolyta’s full attention. Her eyes widened showing her ocean green eyes to hold a confounded look. Glancing (Y/n) up and down once more, Hippolyta turned back to Diana who smiled gleefully at her.

“Daughter, you can not be serious.” Hippolyta’s words seemed to dim Diana’s spirits a bit.

“What? Yes, I am. I have courted (Y/n) for six wonderful years and recently proposed to her. We are betrothed.” Diana said firmly. Hippolyta marched back to her throne, a look of distain on her face.

“Oh, Diana, Diana, Diana.” She muttered tiredly “This shall not happen, I forbid it.” (Y/n) took a step back in not only heartache but fear at the queen’s words. Diana however, was livid. She stormed up to her mother who sat calmly on her throne.

“How dare you! You cannot forbid my marriage!” Diana shouted in outrage, her fists clenched tight in anger as she stared down her mother who looked back at her daughter calmly.

“I can, I will and I have. (Y/n) does not deserve you Diana. Look at her, she is hardly fit to run let alone hold her own in battle.” (Y/n)’s eyes misted over with tears as the hope of being able to form a relationship with Hippolyta evaporated. Diana didn’t need to look back to know that (Y/n) was on the verge of collapse.

“You do not get to talk about her that way!” Diana’s voice boomed across the temple, a few torches blew out due to Diana’s power. “She may not have the body of an Amazon, but to me she is as beautiful as Aphrodite and her heart is purer than gold!” Hippolyta shrugged, tired of the conversation.

“Be that as it may, but I have already given Phobie my blessing to marry you. And I hardly think this mortal will do anything to get my approval.” That was the final straw for Diana.

“You always told me that men are disgusting for giving away their daughters for more power, yet you have done just the same!” Diana growled, clearly disappointed and furious at her mother “And no I won’t stop marrying (Y/n), she is and always will be the love of my life. Not Phobie or any other person you have lined up. I brought my (Y/n) here in the hopes that one day we would be wed here, on my home. But I can see now that this place is no longer my home, not when my mother no longer cares.” Diana left no room for argument, spinning on her heels the daughter of Zeus tore her glare from her mother and stormed down the steps. As she passed (Y/n), Diana picked the younger woman into her arms and Diana carried (Y/n) from her mother, bridal style.

(Y/n) didn’t see where they were going, to focused on Diana’s face as she tried to calm her down. Diana’s footsteps, usually quiet and hunter like, sounded like an elephant’s as she stormed up a flight of stairs. “Diana please, calm down.” (Y/n) tried to soothe the raging goddess.

“How could she say that?” Diana asked, more to herself than (Y/n) “I don’t understand” Her words were filled with sadness. (Y/n) felt her heart break at Diana’s betrayed expression, but before she could say anything Diana kicked open the door to her room. Diana set (Y/n) down on the red silken sheets over her bed, the four posts holding cloth drapes apart with strings. Curious eyes scanned Diana’s childhood room in awe, weapons of imaginable craftmanship decorated oak walls. The larger than king sized bed occupied most of the room, and a single chest sat at the foot of the bed. A doorway opened out to a balcony that looked out to the lush island and the islands above. Sounds of Amazons hard at work echoed across the island. As (Y/n) tried her hardest to take in everything, Diana was still angry at her mother.

“I mean, she’s the one that always tell me to follow what I believe is right!” Zeus’s daughter groaned in displeasure as she flopped onto her bed, (Y/n) felt the shift of weight on the bed and returned her attention to her fiancé.

“Diana, no matter how difficult she’s being Hippolyta is still your mother, maybe… maybe she’s right.” (Y/n) didn’t know why she asked such a fearful question, Diana turned to (Y/n) and smushed (Y/n)’s cheeks with her palms turning (Y/n) into a fish impersonator.

“No, my mother is wrong. I know in my heart that you are my one, true love. Not Phobie, not Steve not anyone aside from (Y/n) Quinzel.” Diana didn’t give time for (Y/n) to argue, the god killer simply kissed her forehead lovingly. “I know I dragged you here, so if you want to leave in the morning, we can.” Diana’s expression showed a mixture sadness and acceptance. But (Y/n) was putting her foot down this time.

“I don’t think so” She challenged surprising Diana “You’ve taken me to Paradise Island and you expect me to leave because of a little dispute with your mother? I don’t think so. No, we are going to have fun on these next few days.” (Y/n)’s glare left no room for argument and Diana saluted happily.

“Yes Ma’am,” Giggles bubbled forth from the pair of women but they stopped abruptly when they heard a knock on the door. Diana glared at the door, suspicious that her mother had formed some plot to separate her from (Y/n). Anticipating the drama about to unfold, (Y/n) silently made her way to the balcony where the scenery of Themyscira captivated her.

Throwing open the door Diana glared at the Amazon standing before her. The woman in question had a very striking appearance. Her silver hair seemed to have been spun from spider silk, and her pale skin a twin colour of the moon. Her eyes however, were a vibrant green with a yellow ring encircling the pupil.

“Hello Aspasia, what do you want?” questioned Diana abrasively, the other Amazon however didn’t shy away from Diana’s cold glare.

“Queen Hippolyta told me, to inform you, that a feast in your honor is being held later tonight, as Apollo’s chariot descends over the horizon.” Aspasia’s warm smile brought back fond memories as a child for Diana, filled with pranks and adventure.

“We shall see, tell mother that she will be lucky if we do not leave before night fall.” Diana’s warning did little to deter the Amazon.

“If I may Diana. Rumor has it that the companion you brought is your future wife. Are they true?” Diana didn’t think twice about her answer.

“Yes, yes she is and I am not letting anyone say otherwise. Not you, nor my mother and certainly not Phobie.” Diana crossed her arms over her chest, her gaze hardening quickly.

“You forget Diana, I used to be like (Y/n) as well. I think it’s wonderful that you two shall be wed. May I see her?” Diana looked cautiously back at (Y/n) who was still busy gawking at the view.

“Very well, just… Pick your words, although she does seem less affected by them of late.” Aspasia smiled as Diana welcomed her into the Princess room in Hippolyta’s temple.

Too busy staring at the glorious temples, arenas and forests, (Y/n) didn’t hear the new arrival until she spoke.

“Lady (Y/n)?” Aspasia’s voice was clear in (Y/n)’s ears, like a ripple across a still pond. Turning to see who had spoken, (Y/n) was met with the fair-haired woman bowing before her.

“Oh my. You… You don’t need to bow for me.” (Y/n) said with modesty. Aspasia rose with a smile.

“It is only natural when meeting the future Princess of Themyscria.” At that (Y/n)’s smile dropped a degree as she thought the woman before her would start to drive a wedge between herself and Diana. “You know, I used to be just like you.” That got (Y/n)’s attention.

“You did?” Aspasia nodded, locking eyes with (Y/n).

“Before I was an Amazon I was a noble woman. And just like you I was cunning, ambitious and yes, a little chubby. In fact, my weight was what drove me to eventually coming to Themyscira.” At this (Y/n) gaped at the woman before her, never before hearing of such a plot.

“And apparently a politician, always make your target smile first.” (Y/n) had been in far too many board rooms filled with swindlers to not miss the tone of a politician. Aspasia smiled at (Y/n) with surprise.

“I don’t know what Hippolyta thinks she sees, but I like you (Y/n). You picked a good one Diana.” It was Diana’s turn to speak up, the goddess swept forward now dressed in a white Greek chiton and secured (Y/n)’s hand in hers.

“I picked the best.” The two lovers smiled at each other as the sun smiled warmly down on the pair.

“You know Diana, Jumpa has been dying to see you again.” Aspasia nudged the idea to Diana who jumped with joy at the prospect of meeting her old friend.

“Oh, that is a grand idea Aspasia, come (Y/n) you’ll simply adore Jumpa.” (Y/n) had no time to debate this as Diana dragged her happily from the room.

The search for Jumpa led by Diana allowed (Y/n) to see more of Themyscira first hand. The cobbled streets felt strangely more even than Gotham’s paved roads and as Diana walked hand-in-hand with (Y/n) both women couldn’t shake the feeling of peace. As they walked, Diana would point out various landmarks along the way. “Over there is the Forge of Hephaestus, where our smiths make the sharpest blades. Oh, and over there is the shrine of Hera, perhaps we should visit that later and ask her to bless our marriage. Down there is the fighting arena where we test each other in small and large-scale battles.” The list went on and on, and this was only the first island. Eventually the pair ended up standing outside a large, double story structure made from wood. The smell of garlic and hay reigned over the vicinity and (Y/n) scrunched her nose in displeasure.

“Why does it smell so bad?” (Y/n) asked curiously. Diana walked up to the sliding door of the building and opened it with ease.

“This is the stables, now come on Jumpa can get impatient” Curious to see what kind of animal Jumpa is, (Y/n) kept a close distance to Diana. Stallions and mares of different builds and colours neighed and brayed as Diana passed.

“They seem happy to see you.” (Y/n) pointed out, Diana laughed. “They just think I have sugar cubes.” Stopping next to one of the stalls, Diana unlatched the rope holding the gate in place and the door burst open in a fury of brown.

Diana tumbled to the ground underneath the furry brown mass which brayed happily for her master. Its long tail wagged happily side to side almost catching (Y/n) until she jumped out the way. “Ah I missed you too Jumpa!” Diana happily scratched and patted the animal with fierce adoration. Taking a step back (Y/n) was surprised to find that Jumpa, as they name implies, was a kangaroo. Jumpa had her front paws planted on Diana’s shoulders, holding the Amazon warrior down as she dragged her slobbery tongue across Diana’s face.

“Eww, Jumpa please. Not in front of the pretty lady.” (Y/n) blushed at Diana’s kind words and it was then that Jumpa finally took notice of (Y/n). The Kangaroo stood defensively in front of Diana, giving (Y/n) a wary look. Diana quickly stood before anything bad could happen. “Jumpa stop, she’s a friend.” Jumpa blinked rapidly as she sniffed (Y/n), her tail started to wag excitedly. Hesitantly, (Y/n) raised her hand and inched forward until she felt warm, rough fur touching her skin. Jumpa warmed up to (Y/n) almost immediately, her big brown eyes searched (Y/n) with curiosity, a similar look (Y/n) saw in Diana as they tried something new.

“She’s beautiful, much like you” (Y/n) flirted, Diana smiled proudly.

“Why thank you fair lady. Would you care for a ride?” At this (Y/n) stepped back. “What? Oh no, no, no. I couldn’t, what if I hurt her. I doubt I’m as easy to carry as you.” (Y/N) rubbed her arm nervously. Without a word from Diana however, Jumpa dashed behind (Y/n) and dover between her legs before springing back up so that (Y/n) was now riding Jumpa. The space kangaroo punched the air triumphantly as (Y/n) gripped her reins tight.

“Look at that, you’re a natural.” Diana smiled evilly as (Y/n) practically shivered with fear. “Diana I swear to god.” (Y/n) tried to sound intimidating but Diana slapped her butt resulting in the younger woman yelping in surprise.

“You are far too cute to be angry my dear” Diana whispered huskily in (Y/n)’s ear “Besides, we both know who’s on top” And with that, Diana led Jumpa out of the stables with a blushing (Y/n) trying to get comfortable with the moving mass beneath her.

With Jumpa easily able to carry (Y/n), Diana was allowed to take (Y/n) up to the higher islands. Jumpa gave (Y/n) quite the fright as she jumped to follow the flying Princess to the other islands. As Jumpa slammed her feet into the ground (Y/n) braced herself for a thundering feeling that never came. Instead, the landing felt smother than most plane rides. Diana smiled at (Y/n)’s awed expression as she took in the island.

“This my love, is Vestal Island. Home to the temple of the Olympian Vestal Virgins.” (Y/n) had remembered more than enough Greek Mythology to know that this island was dedicated to Hestia, Artemis and Athena. It made sense that for an island inhabited by strong virgin females that their second largest island would be dedicated to those they most closely associated with. Diana wanted to show (Y/n) her favorite jumping spot when another Amazon landed before them from the island above.

“Hail, Princess Diana.” She greeted with an arm across her chest. Diana smiled kindly to her friend.

“Nice to see you again, Zoë.” The woman now known as Zoë smiled back.

“And you too lady Diana. Lady (Y/n)” Zoë bowed to the mortal woman who quickly and nervously said that she didn’t have to.

“Really, you are too polite.” Nodding, Zoë turned back to Diana.

“I was sent to find you and tell you both that the feast will be starting in ten minutes. Your mother shan’t be happy if you are late to your own feast… Again.” With that, Zoë ran towards the edge of the island and leapt off, arms spread eagle as she dived through the air like a bullet. Diana turned to squint at the setting sun and sighed, her hopes of showing (Y/n) the whole of Themyscria had not gone to plan. Seeing this, (Y/n) hurried to make Diana feel happy. “Hey, we can see the rest of Themyscria tomorrow” (Y/n) reached out and lightly drew her hand down Diana’s arm in a comforting manner. Smiling, Diana nodded at her fiancé.

“You’re right… So, you ready to meet the whole family?”

Diana’s whole family consisted of hundreds of immortals. Tall, muscular and deadly. Some were born Amazons, others had been gifted immortality and joined the Amazons as they searched for new meaning. The feast was set in the grand hall, an insanely long stone building with blazing torches along the walls, a fire pit the stretched the length of the hall surrounded by tables and a high table where Hippolyta sat surveying her Amazons. Also at the high table sat Diana and (Y/n) who engrossed themselves in pleasant conversation. Gloriously cooked food littered the tables, from whole turkeys that had been slow roasted over fire spits, to bowls of sweet berries freshly plucked. Despite the horde of Amazons, (Y/n) could still make out the few she had seen today, Zoë sat near one of the corners chatting away with an Amazon whose headdress resembled a dinner plate with golden wings. Aspasia sat maybe a dozen Amazons away from (Y/n) munching on a chicken leg with no manners as she listened to some boastful tale from her sister in arms. And Phobie sat practically next to Hippolyta, and she was conversing with the queen herself.

“Phobie, why don’t you come here and sit next to my daughter. I’m sure you two can talk about your adventures.” Hippolyta offered. With a smug smile sent in (Y/n)’s direction, Phobie made her way to the high table. But, before she could even take a seat, Diana stood, dragging (Y/n) to her feet with her.

“Honestly mother” She huffed as she led (Y/n) down the table of Amazons. “Aspasia, make room!” Having heard the decree of her princess, Aspasia shoved her sisters to the sides.

“You heard her girls, move down.” The Amazons shuffled down the ranks allowing for (Y/n) and Diana to sit. The elder of the two lovers made sure that (Y/n) was protectively shielded between herself and Aspasia. From her new position, Diana smirked triumphantly at her mother and Phobie. Her mother looked disappointed and saddened while Phobie, as expected, looked positively livid.

The Amazons for the most part welcomed (Y/n) warmly, there were a few who regarded her as useless. But (Y/n) didn’t care, she was having too much fun enjoying herself in the company of the Amazons. They swapped stories, the Amazons told (Y/n) of their hunts and adventures while (Y/n) and Diana told them of their adventures with the justice league. However, their stories turned more… intimate.

“…And then her nectar exploded on my tongue.” One of the Amazons boasted proudly, the others banged loudly on the table to show their approval. The Amazon who just told her story turned to Diana. “Princess, regale us with stories of your bedroom adventures. I’m sure a daughter of Man’s World would be very different to what is said Cilo’s twelve volumes.” Diana smirked wildly as she slung her muscular arm around (Y/n) and pulled the younger woman closer.

“Let me start off by saying that we may have used my lasso for more than stopping villains” That simple sentence had so many reactions. Hippolyta who had ears of a panther scowled at Diana’s misuse of a powerful gift. The Amazons who had heard burst out into a thundering laugh of applause and (Y/n) was left gawking at Diana in a mixture of embarrassment and anger. But Diana, having heard her sisters laugh so boisterously, ignored the pained expression on (Y/n)’s face. “You should have heard her screams! Like a siren’s cry they were!” Feeling utterly humiliated (Y/n) stood up in a fury.

“I didn’t hear you complaining after I made you finish without even touching you!” She yelled, the Amazons roared with laughter. Some banged their mugs of wine on the table, others slammed their fists onto the hard wood to show their approval.

“Aphrodite’s watching over you Diana, if (Y/n) can make you squirm with nothing but her presence!” One of the Amazons yelled over the general ruckus of the crowd. Aspasia shoved (Y/n) playfully in the side.

“Great story (Y/n)! We’ll be sure to tell it to Diana whenever she revisits.” The Amazon foretold. Feeling proud of herself, (Y/n) sat back down and smirked at the smiling Diana. The Amazon Princess took her index finger and thumb and gently guided (Y/n)’s chin to her own where Diana placed a delicate kiss.

The feast would last well into the night. But Diana being the ever cautious and loving woman she was, guided (Y/n) back to their room when Artemis’ chariot reached its peak. As (Y/n) leaned into Diana’s warm embrace, the elder woman hummed a nostalgic tune as she brushed (Y/n)’s hair. The pair sat on their bed, simply indulging each other with love as they watched the crescent moon sail slowly across the sky. “What was all that talk about our… intimate adventures?” (Y/n) questioned Diana. Chuckling to herself Diana set down the silver comb and leaned backwards until her head hit the pillows. (Y/n) flopped down beside her and clung to Diana’s midsection like a koala.

“The reason for those boasts, was just harmless fun. When I was younger and still lived here, we would make fun of any who were caught rolling in the hay as it were. And then things kind of evolved from there.” Happy with the answer, (Y/n) nestled her head on Diana’s shoulder, loving the feeling of the soft yet somehow still firm pillows. Wishing that they could stay on Themyscira forever, Diana remembered that her mother detested (Y/n). “My dearest, have you enjoyed your time here?” She asked. (Y/n) hummed, pretending to think.

“Of course, I have Diana. This place, its amazing! And, most of the Amazons don’t dislike me so that’s awesome.” Diana smiled at her best friend become lover with contempt.

“So, you wouldn’t say no to staying a few more days?” Diana asked cautiously, not wanting to force (Y/n) or anything.

“Diana, there’s still at least three other islands to explore.” (Y/n) said. “And I demand private tours.” Diana giggled at (Y/n)’s demands.

“Well I suppose if the future princess demands it.” And so, with their hearts full of love and their bellies full of food. Diana and (Y/n) drifted off into slumber, holding tightly to each other in their sleep.

Days and nights filled with adventures passed. Diana’s and (Y/n)’s bond grew impossibly stronger. The second day saw Diana throw (Y/n) off a cliff, lucky for her (Y/n) was awarded biggest splash by the Amazons. The third day saw (Y/n) drifting along the gusts of Zephyr from the highest island back down to Hippolyta’s temple. Indeed, as the days past there seemed to be a never-ending supply of wonderous things to do. However, one night everything changed. Hippolyta had not been able to sleep and so descended to the second floor of her temple as the moonless night descended upon Themyscria. Hippolyta looked at the map of Themyscria curiously that hung on the wall, and pondered. The Amazonian queen still did not approve of her daughter’s relationship, but it was obvious that it would take a little more thank talking to show Diana what was best. Suddenly, before Hippolyta could plot further, hurried footsteps thudded against the stone steps.

“My queen, my queen!” huffed the running Amazon. Hippolyta turned to her sister in arms with worry in her eyes.

“What is it Medea? What is wrong?” Medea huffed, tired from her exhausting run across the island.

“The Labyrinth… It has reopened!” Hippolyta’s usually calm and collected expression transformed into one of fear.

“How do you know? Who is guarding the gates?” Hippolyta demanded, her voice rough and commanding.

“Zoë is leading a group to hold back the monsters while she waits for reinforcements. I was sent here to warn you.” Nodding, Hippolyta turned and started to march towards the armory.

“Light the fires, sound the horns. We must protect this island!”

A thundering boom echoed across the island, one that had not been heard in a millennium. Diana bolted upright in bed as the Horn of Zeus bellowed its earth moving cry. Beside the daughter of Zeus, (Y/n) who has heard the sound, started to stir.

“Mmm, Diana?” She mumbled “What’s going on?” Diana’s eyes held such panic and anger that as (Y/n) looked into them she felt cold.

“Themyscria is under siege.” Diana leapt out of the bed, hurriedly dressing herself in her signature gold, red and blue armour. (Y/n), less gracefully than Diana, pulled on some sweat pants and a loose top to go look outside. From the balcony of her room, (Y/n) could see a large wildfire blazing on the far side of the island. Now fear had cemented itself within the pit of (Y/n)’s stomach. Below her, hundreds of Amazons gathered towards the stables and rode out towards the fire, yelling battle cries of fury as they charged. Two loud bangs on the door jarred (Y/n)’s attention and the woman looked back to see Diana, kitted out in her armour with lasso, sword and shield at the ready. At the door two Amazons also stood dressed for battle. “Princess, the queen has requested you on the front lines. She sent me to safeguard your beloved.” (Y/n) recognized the woman’s voice as Aspasia’s and felt a bit safer. Diana looked back at (Y/n) with worry.

“Diana Prince, this island is far more important than just me. You go there now or I swear to god the wedding is off.” (Y/n) commanded. Diana sighed sadly, with quick strides she closed the gap between her and (Y/n) to seal the woman’s lips in a passionate, devoted kiss.

“I will come back to you, my light.” Diana whispered to (Y/n) after their kiss ended. Nodding, (Y/n) watched as Diana followed the other Amazon out into the night leaving only (Y/n) and Aspasia alone.

What felt like days was actually only hours. Aspasia had taken to barricading the lower levels of the temple, with a simple wave of her hand the two walls of the temple closed together sealing the entrance while outside the statues of Artemis and Athena cracked to life. With living statues now protecting the outside of the temple, Aspasia had commanded that (Y/n) stay in her room with her.

“Do you know what has happened?” (Y/n) asked, her fingers tapping on her bags zip. Aspasia glared out the balcony towards the raging inferno that seemed to be drawing ever closer.

“Monsters, a whole army. They arrived through the Labyrinth and slaughtered many before we even knew what was happening.” (Y/n) could deal with people like the Joker, Lex Luthor and even Sinestro. But she had never before dealt with real, mythological monsters before.

“Monsters, like the minotaur?” (Y/n) asked, afraid of the answer.

“I never understood why people think there was ever only one minotaur. There are many, especially after some reclusive woman found out they made good sons.” (Y/n) gulped nervously, as the shouts and horns of battle drew nearer.

“Do… Do you think Diana and the others will be okay?” Aspasia looked the mortal woman dead in the eye.

“I don’t know.”

An eerie quiet fell across the village of Themyscria. While the battle still raged on in the distance, even (Y/n) could feel that something was about to go wrong. Aspasia was on edge, she clutched her spear tightly and constantly looked out the windows. Then (Y/n) realized what was wrong.

“Aspasia, what happened to the statues?” Ever since Aspasia brought the statues to life, the thudding sound of their steps had been constant. Now however, there was silence. Aspasia listened to the silence and brought (Y/n) closer to her.

“Nothing good.” Aspasia stalked towards the balcony, her steps silent against the floor. As the Amazon crept ever closer she could hear a slight hiss. “GET DOWN!” Aspasia yelled urgently. (Y/n) lunged to the floor as several shadows sprung up to the balcony. (Y/n) peered over the side of the bed to a horrifying sight. From the waist up the monsters appeared to be braless women with green tinted skin, razor sharp nails, solid black eyes and long, toxic yellow hair. From the waist down however, their body turned into a long winding tail of red and green scales. “Dracaenae” growled Aspasia, lowering her spear defensively.

“You, ssshale not ssstop usss Amazonsss.” Hissed one of the snake demons.

“Our victory isss at hand” Another spoke.

Seeing that she was outnumbered, Aspasia slowly started to back away to the door. Out of the corner of her eye, the Amazon saw (Y/n) hiding beside the bed and griped her spear tightly as she faced the monsters in front of her.

“A pity then, that you shall not see that victory.” The former politician charged the monsters fearlessly. Her sudden outburst took the Dracaenae by surprise, Aspasia managed to throw her spear with such force that it entered the first Dracaenae and exited the one behind her. While her enemies were reaching for the swords sheathed at their sides, Aspasia didn’t stop her assault. She threw punches and kicks towards weak spots, dodging and weaving under attacks and even managed to throw one Dracaenae out over the balcony. But sheer numbers outmatched Aspasia’s skill. The Amazon could not block or dodge the numerous strikes fast enough and soon one lucky swing saw a blade pierce Aspasia’s lower back. The Amazon tried to keep fighting, but her wound slowed her down and she was an easier target. But the drive to let (Y/n) survive kept her pushing. But inevitably, Aspasia was forced to her knees, her skin soaked in blood and her breathing ragged. The Dracaenae slithered around their prey as a booming applause sounded from outside, most likely the same monster that destroyed the statue guardians.

“The Amazon isn’t so tough now.” As the Dracaenae readied their final strikes. (Y/n) leapt from her cover.

“WAIT!” she shouted.

Probably wasn’t the best idea, but it was better than watching her friend die then awaiting the same result for herself. The Dracaenae eyed (Y/n) and pointed their swords at the woman, Aspasia sent a silent curse to the gods for (Y/n)’s foolishness.

“Who are you!” one of the Dracaenae questioned authority. “You sssmell not of Amazon flesssh.” (Y/n) took deep breaths in an effort to calm herself.

“My name is (Y/n) Quinzel. I’m from Man’s world” Her words sent a flurry of excitement through the monsters.

“Man’sss world? You brought giftsss to the Amazonsss?” One of the smaller Dracaenae asked, the other Dracaenae all murmured their excitement.

“Erm, yes! Of course!” (Y/n) exclaimed happily, the beginnings of a plan forming in her head. “A secret gift, meant only for the Queen.” That got their interest if the glowing look in their dead eyes was anything to go by. “In exchange for my life, I’ll give it to you.” The Dracaenae murmured amongst themselves, excited at the idea of a gift. Finally, they turned back to her.

“Very well mortal, we accept. Now give it” The monster held out her scaly hand, (Y/n) opened her pack and began rifling through it. Just as impatience was setting into the monsters, (Y/n) pulled her hand back in glee. A small can shaped device of black with a purple top.

“This is… Er… A… Power, amplifier… yeah. It will make you all stronger!” (Y/n) declared, the Dracaenae were so happy they hissed with joy. One snatched the object from (Y/n) and gathered with her sisters.

“How doesss it work, mortal?” they questioned. (Y/n) saw they were still crowded around Aspasia and smiled. “Just step out to where the sky is above head and make sure you’re all bunched up. Then push the purple button on top.” Doing as (Y/n) commanded, the Dracaenae slithered out into the balcony and (Y/n) dragged Aspasia back behind the bed. The Dracaenae gathered around each other with glee, squirming over each other in an attempt to get closer to the strange device. Eventually one pushed the purple button and the device started beeping.

“Isss, it working?” One asked and another nodded, holding her arms out.

“It isss, I can feel it.” That was when the device erupted in a ball of energy with a loud hum, completely decimating the Dracaenae and the balcony on which they stood. Black and green ash fell to the ground.

Aspasia gasped at the loud noise and peaked over to see the Dracaenae defeated. With wide eyes, the Amazon looked back at (Y/n) to see the woman rifling through her bag once again. “What was that?” Aspasia demanded, her voice tired from her wounds that were already healing thanks to the magic of Themyscria.

“Man’s world magic. Now come on, we gotta get out of here.” (Y/n) pulled from her pack a strange object Aspasia had never seen before. At the center of the device was a tube about the same diameter as a bundle of spears except it was pulsing with red energy. Three long prongs enclosed the canister like claws, each one had a strange sphere on the end. Behind the claws was the body of the device, sleek and slim and a handle where a little crescent like object was attached.

“And what in Zeus’s name is that?” Aspasia questioned as she led (Y/n) through the temple and out a side entrance.

“If I explained what it really is we’d be dead before I could finish… Think of it as a magic bow.” (Y/n) explained and that was good enough for the former wife of Pericles.

“We’ll need to get to the others.” (Y/n) said as her and Aspasia ducked into shadows to avoid a herd of centaurs.

“What? Why?” Aspasia questioned as they began moving once more. The pair of women crossed silently over the cobbled streets now littered with monster drool, feces and other undesirable monster things.

“Because, if we stay here we’ll most likely die.” (Y/n) ran next to a sliding door and tried to heave it open, only to find she wasn’t strong enough. Slinging the rifle over her shoulders, (Y/n) begged Aspasia to over to help. Together they opened the door and a few horses burst forth almost trampling them had Aspasia not pushed herself and (Y/n) out of the way.

“Well, there go the horses.” Aspasia grunted as she stood, but soon realized that (Y/n) was smiling.

“Who said anything about a horse?” And there from the shadows emerged the furry, brown space kangaroo.

Diana drove her sword down the throat of one centaur before slashing the head clean off a charging minotaur. With ragged breath, cuts and wounds littering her body, Diana managed to survey her surroundings. Despite the skill and determination of the Amazons, the monsters simply outnumbered them ten to one. The raging infernos of war seemed an endless cycle, monsters poured forth from the gates sealed in the mountain. Amazons tried to fend them off in the plain outside. Chaos erupted in the middle. A rouge Telekhine charged at Diana, his battle axe raised above him in an attempt at intimidation. Diana simply charged back, slid when she got close enough and brought her blade slicing through his mid-section. Behind her, a giant slammed into the ground with a hefty thud and Diana saw her mother standing on the monster’s head with her sword stabbed in its eye.

“There are too many, mother!” Diana yelled, even her god like powers given by Zeus only yielded a temporary advantage. Hippolyta knew it was fruitless to continue, but there was nowhere the Amazons could escape to. Even if they could make it to sea, there was nothing to stop the monsters that dwell in the depths to swallow them whole. Hippolyta saw her sisters and daughters dying around her like hens. An arrow caught one in the chest, another was struck down by a blade. And yet, even more monsters poured through the gates like an endless tidal wave of obliteration and rage.

In all her immortal years of life, Hippolyta had never known such a war. It seemed as if the very gods themselves had forsaken the ones they chose to protect the world. Then, over the shouts, bellows and fires of battle, Hippolyta heard it… A single bird cry. Whipping her head around in disbelief, Hippolyta’s eyes were graced with something only gods should be privy to look upon. The Aetos Dios swept from the clouds, its giant golden wings lifted by the prayers of the world, Zeus’s most sacred beast soared majestically over the battlefield. But it did not do what Hippolyta thought, instead of swooping down to deliver decisive death to the monsters. The Aetos Dios simply circled the battle, like a sign.

“Your father watches over us Diana.” Hippolyta told her daughter “Let us make him proud” The Amazonian queen leapt from the giant and stood beside her daughter as the horde of monsters surged forward. The royal Amazons readied their weapons for a final stand, but as the monsters drew closer, a noise like a thunder clap vibrated the very bones in Hippolyta’s body. Diana and Hippolyta watched in awe as red lightning struck down from the murky grey clouds above and slashed across the monsters. Diana watched in amazement as the lightning spread from monster to monster, Telekhine to Cyclopes until a whole section of the plains was filled with piles of dead monsters. As the Aetos Dios flew away, its rally cry finished, Diana saw something descend from the heavens.

“Jumpa?” She asked herself.

Even carrying two people, Jumpa did not falter or fly slower. And as she descended from the sky, the Kanga saw her loyal friend and swooped down to deliver her riders. Diana’s eyes widened in shock when she saw (Y/n) wielding a badass looking gun like she was trained in the military as a wounded Aspasia hobbled over beside her.

“What in Zeus’s name are you doing here!” Yelled Diana furiously.

“Monsters breached the citadel. And our future princess here took care of an entire nest of Dracaenae with a can!” Aspasia declared. Diana looked at (Y/n) in confusion but the woman shook her head.

“There’ll be time for that later. Right now, we have pests to deal with.” (Y/n) said as she readied her rifle, aimed at the nearest batch of monsters and started running forward. Aspasia hopped from foot to foot next to Diana, tryin to shake her pains away.

“Now that, is a woman.” Aspasia smirked.

“I know” Diana breathed happily “And I am so turned on right now”

The Amazons, with renewed vigor at seeing such mass amounts of monsters dying in seconds, launched a last effort attack. A surge of battle hardened warriors clashed against the endless hordes. And leading the attack, was (Y/n) Bloody Quinzel with Diana and Aspasia at her sides. With but a single pull of the trigger, hundreds of monsters died as the power of Zeus, harnessed by man scorched their bodies to cinders. Jumpa, who hadn’t seen battle in years, was thrilled at the act of kicking monsters in their ugly teeth. Somehow, someway, their final assault was working. The monsters were being pushed back. A crowd of Laestrygonian giants fell victim to (Y/n) and Diana’s lightning when they tried to regroup. Hippolyta stood in bewilderment, in the mere five minutes that (Y/n) had set foot on the battlefield, the entire tide of the war had changed. And as her Amazons stood cheering as Diana slammed the gates of the Labyrinth closed and (Y/n) sealed the gates with her red lightning, Hippolyta admitted to herself that she was wrong.

It took three days and three nights for the Amazons to reclaim the island of Themyscria, vanquishing the last remnants of monsters, tossing their bodies into the ocean. On the last night the Amazons finally honoured their dead. A fire pyre as long as one hundred meters was used to send the Amazon’s souls to Elysium. The buildings, temples and even fields of Themyscria were ruined but Hippolyta knew that the Amazons would pull through. And while Diana was helping to rebuild the temple of Zeus, high on the peak of Themyscria’s highest island, Hippolyta sought out (Y/n) Quinzel. Eventually the Amazon queen found (Y/n) talking to some other Amazons about new designs for Hippolyta’s temple which had been thoroughly destroyed in the monster besiegement.

“(Y/n), I was wondering if you and I might have a short conversation?” Hippolyta, looking as composed as ever turned (Y/n) into a nervous mess.

“Uhh, sure queen Hippolyta.” (Y/n) walked beside Hippolyta and together the pair strolled around.

“I am sure that when we first met, that you notice my… Less than pleased attituded when I found that Diana was courting you.” Hippolyta started, (Y/n) opened her mouth to interject but Hippolyta raised her hand, silencing her. “However, that night at the gates of the Labyrinth. I saw what Diana saw in you all this time. She saw a warrior not of the body and mind, but of heart and soul.” Not knowing how to properly respond, (Y/n) stayed silent. Hippolyta led (Y/n) to a cliff looking out across the sea, still tinted red from monster blood. “She saw in you what I saw in her when she was born. I know it does not make up for what I did, but I give you my blessing to marry my daughter, and here on Themyscria if that is what you wish. I simply hope you can forgive me for trying to drive the pair of you apart.” At this point (Y/n) realized that Hippolyta was bowing slightly to (Y/n), the queen was putting her honour and reputation on the line, just to apologies.

“Hippolyta, you had every right to think the way you did. I am just glad now that you approve of me. Diana will be overjoyed to know we can be wed with her family so close.” Hippolyta rose from her bow, a small yet still present smile, adjoining her face.

“I look forward to it.”

Because communication was hard, and because (Y/n) had to work most days, Diana took the role as chief wedding planner. She had the venue, a lovely spot on Themyscria’s fourth island called Hera’s blessing. A garden full of always blooming cherry trees, white roses and lily flowers where peacocks roamed and bred. Hippolyta had promised Diana that she would handle most things. A band of Amazons would play various classical Greek instruments, Hippolyta had ordered that the biggest feast ever made be ready on their wedding day. Sacred doves of Aphrodite were being brushed and groomed. Almost everything was perfect. Except the guest list. Diana and (Y/n) both agreed, close friends and family. Diana’s best man would be Barry Allen and (Y/n)’s maid of honour was still undecided because of one bit of tricky business. (Y/n) wanted her big sister to be her maid of honour.

“Please, please, please Diana! She’ll be good I swear.” (Y/n) pleaded with her fiancé as they drove home from Barry’s. The silver moon and dazzling stars their only companions on the long, winding road. Diana’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to focus on the road was becoming more difficult as (Y/n) tried different ways to persuade Diana, including a lesbian road head session.

“(Y/n) as much as I love you, I can’t on good consciousness allow someone like Harley to simply walk out of Arkham.” Saddened by Diana’s strong resolve, (Y/n) slumped in her seat, her lips curling into a pout as she sulked. Sighing, Diana turned the car off the road and parked. “I have conditions” Diana started, not being able to know that she made (Y/n) sad. (Y/n)’s sulk transformed into a wiggle of excitement.

“YES! Of course!” (Y/n) shouted excitedly. Diana narrowed her eyes and looked (Y/n) dead in the eyes.

“Rule one, someone from the League is always with her.” Diana stated, nodding (Y/n) agreed. “Rule two, there will be a check every hour for hidden weapons on her body.” “Every hour? Diana…” (Y/n) went to argue then thought about her sister’s current state “Actually that’s fair.”

“Final rule, if she in any way ruins our wedding by running, attacking or just crashing it. She swims home and I get to watch her do it.” (Y/n)’s smile burst open as she cried in happiness, hugging Diana tightly across the car.

“Thank you, Diana, you don’t know how much this means to me.” (Y/n)’s words were soft and Diana felt a wave of self-pride flow through her as she hugged back.

Clicking echoed through the halls of Arkham Asylum as Wonder Woman briskly walked down the halls, accompanied by her friend Batman. The prisoners who saw the lovely Amazon whistled and shouted a general clamor to gain her attention, but it was all for naught. Disgusted at the prisoner’s displays, Wonder Woman drew her bear fur cloak around her body tighter and sneered, displeased with where she was.

“This place truly is for the deranged” Wonder Woman whispered to her friend.

“And you plan on taking the most deranged to paradise island.” Was the gruff reply. The Dark Knight led Wonder Woman through the grey walled maze towards a thick steel door, isolated from everyone else. Four guards each armed with military grade automatic weapons designed by L-corp guarded the cell. One of the guards, a man holding a shotgun with a drum magazine halted Wonder Woman and Batman.

“What’s your business here?” He asked them.

“Official League business, the prisoner comes with me.” Wonder Woman demanded, the officer looked the heroine up and down, scrutinizing every detail. “My eyes are up here” Wonder Woman growled, the three guards who had yet to move laughed as the one who had eyed up Wonder Woman slinked back into place.

“Proceed” He muttered, embarrassment causing his face to flush red.

An ominous creaking noise accompanied by the blearing siren of the alarm sounded as Wonder Woman pushed open the thick, metal door. Stepping inside the cell, Wonder Woman was surprised to find Harley simply laying in the middle of the room, chained in a spread-eagle position by eight, heavy titanium links. At the sounds of the door and alarms, Harley Quinn threw her head forward to look at the new arrivals, and smiled at them. It might have been the bright orange jumpsuit, it could have been the smeared lipstick over her face or it could have just been her reputation, but Harley’s smile sent shivers down Diana’s spine.

“Well would ya lookie here.” Harley started, her voice alone could frighten grown men. “Big bad batsy and girl scout are here!” the clinically insane woman laughed at the nicknames, her body convulsing as she tried to escape from her chains.

“Harleen Quinzel.” Wonder Woman started, moving to stand next to Harley’s shaking head so she could look into Harley’s insane eyes.

“That’s me sugah! The one and only!” Wonder Woman crouched as she fished around in her cloak pocket to bring out a photograph she carried everywhere. A woman sat on the sandy beaches of paradise, looking out across the surf, the photographer had captured the woman in a blissful ignorance. Harley’s crazy smile dropped when she saw the woman in the portrait.

“Where did you get that?” Harley sneered, all joking and insanity replaced by cold hearted suspicion “She’s done nothing wrong.” Keeping the photo in Harley’s view, Diana sat down.

“Your sister is fine Harleen.” Wonder Woman confirmed, a look of relief crossed over Harley’s face “In fact, she’s getting married in two months’ time.” Harley looked surprised at this, her eyes widened and her body relaxed.

“She… she is? She never told me she was getting married… I mean I knew she had someone, but…” Diana saw that tears were about to be spilled so she kept going.

“And, on a few conditions, we’ve allowed it that you attend her wedding as maid of honour.” Harley gasped in surprise, this was quiet possibly the best news she had heard in a long, long time.

“She… she does?” Harley was on the verge of crying and choked back a sob when Wonder Woman nodded.

“Yes, she was quiet adamant about it.” Even Diana let out a smile as Harley sobbed in glee.

“Oh, my baby sis… (Y/n)… Thanks, girl scout” Diana got back to her feet, a stern expression on her face.

“However, there are rules.”

“Aww, but rules are no fun” Harley whined, but sulked back at Wonder Woman’s tough glare “I guess they could be.”

“If you attempt to break out until I come to personally collect you, then you won’t attend the wedding. Throughout the day you will always be accompanied by a member of the Justice League. And should you even think about crashing the party, I’ll put you in a place that makes this seem like freedom.” Diana’s harsh warning caused Harley to gulp comically.

“You got it girl scout!” Harley called out as Wonder Woman and the dark knight left her cell “I’ll be a complete angel!”

Meanwhile, (Y/n) was trying out wedding dresses. A friend of the WayneTech employee had pointed (Y/n) in the direction of a place called Wedding Blossoms. And because (Y/n) didn’t trust herself, (Y/n) called in one of her friends Dinah Lance to help her. Despite Dinah’s façade of disliking shopping, she couldn’t say no to the joy filled and passion driven (Y/n) as the woman dragged her into the store. Wedding Blossoms, it was such a tacky name that it made Dinah want to gag. But even the stoic Black Canary had to admit that the dresses on display were nothing short of beautiful. When they entered, the clerk at the desk, a middle aged woman with fading blonde hair and green eyes, greeted them warmly.

“Hello dears, anything I can help you with?” she asked them. Not wanting to drag this out longer than she had to, and knowing that (Y/n) was fairly nervous around new people, Dinah stepped forward.

“Yes, my friend here is a bride to be without a wedding dress… Think you could help?” she asked. The clerk looked taken back by the brash words but kept her smile nonetheless.

“Of course, you’ll have to excuse me but I’m afraid that none of these will… well… fit.” The clerk said nervously. (Y/n) blushed in embarrassment and Dinah felt a surge of protectiveness swell within her.

“Hey, if you’re going to shame my friend we’ll go somewhere else!” Dinah scowled at the woman who shook her head in shame.

“Oh no, no, no. I didn’t mean it like that!” She insisted “I just meant that out larger sizes are in the back. I’ll go bring them out.”

As the woman hurriedly scuttled away through the back door, Dinah flopped down on one of the waiting chairs with a sigh. (Y/n) stood feeling rather awkward as she fiddled with her hands.

“Thanks Dinah, for defending me.” (Y/n) said, the Black Canary opened her eye and smiled at her friend.

“(Y/n) no matter what you think, you’re one of us. And I make sure to defend my nest.” (Y/n) released a sigh of happiness but still felt incredibly nervous.

“What if Diana doesn’t like the dress I choose?” She wondered to herself out loud. At this Dinah sat up abruptly and took (Y/n)’s hands in her own. The blonde heroine stared sternly into (Y/n)’s eyes with intent.

“Don’t you dare think about that. Diana will love the dress you pick because you’ll be in it.” Dinah insisted “And I know for a fact that Diana will love taking it off. I swear the amount of times I’ve had to listen to one of her crazy fantasies…” (Y/n) blushed at Dinah’s words.

“Wait Fantasies?” Before Dinah could reply, the store clerk walked back in.

“Terribly sorry dears but it appears we only have three dresses in stock that are plus sized.” She said cautiously, aware that she could hurt the woman’s feelings.

“Thank you, now you get your butt in these dresses and spin woman” Dinah demanded passing the dresses to (Y/n) and pushing her into the dressing room before closing the drape.

(Y/n) couldn’t push down the feeling of childhood glee as she slipped on her first dress. A white toothed smile spread over (Y/n)’s face as she looked herself in the mirror. Instead of the usual white, this dress was rose red with floral patterns spiraling throughout the full length. The dress, despite (Y/n)’s size, was still a bit too large for (Y/n) but at least it didn’t restrict her movements. Taking a deep breath, (Y/n) slide open the drape and walked out of the dressing room. Dinah hummed in thought as she eyed the dress, (Y/n) felt giddy as she was asked to twirl. The dress flurried like a skirt as (Y/n) turned. But Dinah wasn’t sold on the red floral dress. “It’s a no from me” Dinah said eyeing the dress (Y/n) pouted but went back inside her dressing room to try the second dress on. This time the dress was white but even (Y/n) didn’t like it. It hurt to try on, (Y/n) spent double the time trying to fit into what felt like a deathtrap of a dress and eventually managed to waddle out in the tightfitting dress. Immediately both women said a commanding “No” and (Y/n) waddled back inside.

The third and final dress was by far the most comfortable. Fashioned from what felt like clouds the dress was whiter than pure snow, apart from a belt which had Greek designs sewn in gold leaf the dress had no real patterns. Two over the shoulder clips held the dress in place and the tail of the dress was made to attach to the pair of bracelets that made (Y/n) feel like a goddess. As she stepped out Dinah’s jaw dropped with awe, even someone of (Y/n)’s structure pulled off this wedding dress flawlessly.

“I think, I found the one.” (Y/n) whispered, nodding Dinah quickly called for the clerk who came clicking in with her heels.

“Oh my, you look splendid my dear” The teller said, a warm smile on her face.

“Thank you” (Y/n) handed Dinah her debt card ‘Could you pay while I change back?” Nodding Dinah stood up.

“You got it pretty lady.” As (Y/n) closed the curtain Dinah handed the clerk her own card.

“I’ll pay”

The date for the wedding was the summer solstice. An important time in Greek history and the perfect night for a wedding. Ever since she returned from purchasing her dress, Diana had pestered (Y/n) for a sneak peek. But, every time she asked (Y/n) would always smile and say that she didn’t want to ruin the surprise. As the days were marked off and the solstice drew closer, Diana started to feel a rush of emotions. Per Diana’s planning, an Amazon had come to take (Y/n) to Themyscria a couple of days before hand. Meanwhile Diana was gathering the last of the guests and a banquet of food provided by Alfred Pennyworth himself. Wonder Woman stood with hands on hips as a squadron of security guards all wearing riot gear transported Harley Quinn across the tarmac. Smiling at the super, Harley tried to raise her shackled hands in a wave but she was slammed to the ground by several nervous guards.

“Hey! What’s the big idea! You’ll wrinkle my dress” Harley shouted indignantly. Her ‘dress’ consisted of a child’s arts and crafts project with bits of cloth glued together over Harley’s bright orange jumpsuit. Slowly the guards stood to their feet, still cautious of the woman they held captive. One of the guards came up to Diana, a clipboard and pen in his hand, his rifle holstered on his back.

“Don’t know why you want this one” He said, scratching his forehead with the pen. “She’s more trouble than she’s worth.” Wonder Woman smirked at the man, a knowing smirk.

“I bet she’s been less trouble recently however.” The man nodded his head suspiciously.

“Yeah, she has been… Sign here please.” He handed the heroine the clipboard and pen, looking over the document briefly and scanning for any fine print, Wonder Woman signed the paper on the clipboard and handed the items back to the guard. At his signal, Harley Quinn was brought to Wonder Woman’s side and her shackles removed. Gasping in relief, Harley flipped on the spot and stretched her limbs.

“WHOOOO boy that feels good!” Harley exclaimed happily, shimming on the spot to express her happiness. Smiling Wonder Woman led the psychotic psychiatrist into her invisible jet.

“WOWWEE!” this is amazeballs!” Harley shrieked, running full tilt to the display of flashing buttons but Diana grabbed Harley by her collar.

“Sit down, don’t touch ANYTHING and I might give you the gift that (Y/n) posted for you.” Diana said, with eyes wide in happiness, Harley made a beeline for the nearest seat, crossed her legs and smiled at Wonder Woman.

“Told ya, I’ll be an angel.”

Flying through the air in Wonder Woman’s invisible jet was amazing! Harley watched out the windows as the world passed by under her. Wonder Woman sat in the piolet seat but made sure to look back at her passenger every now and again. Suddenly, one of the lights on Diana’s control panel flashed green. Flicking the switch under the light, a monitor raised itself from Diana’s seat’s arm rest. When it turned on, Diana saw the masked faces of Batman, Nightwing and Flash. “Do you read Wonder Woman?” Batman asked, his voice gruff as gravel. Smiling, Diana nodded.

“Loud and clear Batman, package has been secured with no problem.” Nightwing and Flash smiled at Wonder Woman’s response.

“Awesome, that’s a load off.” Flash stated “So hey I was thinking, I don’t have to give a speech, do I?” At that moment Harley burst into the cockpit.

“I DON’T THINK SO BUSTER!” she shouted, almost causing Wonder Woman to lose control of her jet “This is my sister’s wedding. I’ll be the one giving speeches.” Diana turned and patted Harley’s shoulder.

“Okay Harley, please go sit back down.” Huffing with indignance, Harley obeyed orders and sulked on the seat. Sighing to herself, Diana picked up the brown parcel beside her seat and tossed it to Harley. “For the wedding” She said before returning to talk to her friends.

Giddily tearing apart the paper, Harley gasped at the contents. It was a beautiful ball gown of her signature colours, red and black. Squealing Harley rushed to put in on, happily shredding her jail clothes and looked in the mirror. Thin black lace covered her shoulders, red diamonds had been sewn in to the lace that had been attached to white fabric that bundled at the end of her upper arms, tied into place with black string. A red cord ran along the top hem of the white fabric to keep the dress from falling down her breasts, and in the middle was a black and red, heart shaped bow with a ruby in the center. Harley’s strong abs were covered in a red and black corset, held together with golden strong. A large white bow had been tied at her back and wrapped around from her front. Below the bow, flowing over the back of her legs was a red and black bustle with matching coloured diamonds down the length. Harley’s legs were covered by pantyhose, one leg had a base red colour with black crisscrosses while the other had the opposite. On her feet, Harley wore white, high heeled high tops with black bottoms and laces. And covering her hands were light brown gloves. Harley smiled when she saw that there was a note attached to her present.

“Dearest Sister. I hope this finds you because I wanted to give you something special to wear to my wedding, after all you are the only person I’d want as my maid of honour. I miss you terribly Harles, I can’t wait to see you again. Love your little sister, (Y/n).”

Harley’s eyes misted over with tears, the joy of seeing her baby sister becoming too real, too close. Feeling the need to cry, Harley was about to ask for some tissues when a red light started flashing. At the back of the jet, the door started opening and Harley rushed to grab the nearest seat. From her position, Harley could make out the Batwing flying just below the invisible jet. Harley watched in awe as the cockpit window of the bat themed jet opened and in the blink of an eye, the Flash was standing beside the clinically insane woman who shrieked in alarm. “Give a girl a warning next time” Harley warned Flash who looked very nervous about the situation.

“Harley” The new voice interrupted Harley’s conversation, turning the woman saw Batman and Nightwing standing before her in their costumes.

“Hiya Nightwing.” Harley said with a sultry smile. Flash burst out laughing at Nightwing’s reddening face as Batman made his way to stand behind Diana who was still piloting the jet.

“Thanks for coming Batman” Diana said as the Dark Knight sat in the set beside her.

“I’ve learnt many things over the years” He started “One of them was to not make a woman like (Y/n) cry.” Diana liked that answer and as the Batwing started to bank away back to Gotham, Diana urged her jet to move faster.

Many Amazons were amazed when the invisible jet’s reflector plates turned off and a giant flying tube floated down from the sky. From her position at Hera’s temple, (Y/n) felt her nerves increase as the plane landed. From her side, Aspasia could sense (Y/n)’s worry as she brushed the woman’s hair. Sitting at the foot of Hera’s queenly statue, (Y/n) and Aspasia were dressed for the wedding, (Y/n) in her wedding dress complete with a golden olive wreath and Aspasia in her armour.

“I don’t know why you are so nervous lady (Y/n)” Aspasia said, finishing with (Y/n)’s hair as the moon started to rise. “In but a few hours you shall be married to Diana and consummate your love in Aphrodite’s temple.” Aspasia sighed in a trance “It is an honour few get to relish in.” (Y/n) blushed at her friend’s comment.

“I think I’m more worried about my sister” (Y/n) admitted “She hasn’t been… in the best frame of mind as of late.” Raising and eyebrow Aspasia smiled.

“We all have siblings like that, I’m sure yours will be no different.” Harley chose that moment to arrive.

“HELLLOOOO!” Harley’s stage voice echoed across the temple walls startling (Y/n) and Aspasia. However, when (Y/n) saw her older sister standing at the entrance as she looked at some of the statues, (Y/n) felt her spirits soar.

“Harley!” (Y/n) called out as she stood, her dress flowed behind her as she ran to her sister. Harley squealed in delight as she ran full tilt to (Y/n). And after years of separation, the two Quinzel women final embraced each other as sisters once again.

“Oh, I’ve missed you so much!” screeched Harley, tears welled in the eyes of both sisters after such a long time apart from one another. When they parted from their hug, Harley held (Y/n) at arm length to see (Y/n) in her beautiful dress. “Oh, my gosh you look so beautiful.” (Y/n) sniffled as she smiled.

“I can’t believe you’re actually here.” (Y/n) said, her tears threatening to spill. “I… I thought I’d never see you again.”

“I’d never miss out on my little sis’s wedding!” Harley shouted.

“As much as I do love sibling reunions, we can’t have (Y/n) late for her own wedding.” Aspasia reminded, Apollo’s chariot was almost at its peak.

Breathing in and out in controlled exercises, (Y/n) waited behind two stone gates. The bride, her sister Harleen and Black Canary all waited at the entrance to Hera’s blessing. Dinah leaned on the stone gate lazily but a smile was evident on her face, despite the wicker basket full of rose petals she carried. Harleen stood next to (Y/n) trying to give her sister words of encouragement.

“Big day huh lil sis.” Harley said with a smile as she looked at her sister, all set in her wedding dress. (Y/n) smiled happily at her older sister.

“It seems like a world away that we were just kids, playing in the sand box.” Tears misted Harley’s eyes as fond memories of childhood flooded back to her.

“And now you’re getting married like a princess, to your knight in shining armour” The sisters shared a hug as their emotions got the better of them. But then, they heard their cue. Harmonic sounds of violins, harps and lyres filled the air as a band of Amazons played their sweet music. With a nod to Dinah, (Y/n) watched as the blonde pushed open the heavy stone gates and a scene of serenity met her. Hera’s blessing was a small area fenced by cherry trees that were always in bloom. A white carpet led Dinah, Harleen and (Y/n) past rows of Amazons all dressed in chitons of white and gold. Dinah scattered red rose petals from her basket along the carpet as the trio of women walked towards the alter. At the front of the rows of women, because they were too small to see otherwise, Batman stood with Nightwing and strangely both men were smiling. As (Y/n) neared the front of the carpet, she saw her betrothed for the first time in almost a week. Standing in a dress of royal blue and gold edgings, Diana looked more like a princess than she ever had. Neither woman dared break eye contact from the other as Harleen handed (Y/n) over and Diana firmly took (Y/n)’s hands in her own. Diana’s hair had been braided and pulled back and (Y/n) could clearly see every feature on her future wife’s face. Beside the two women, Hippolyta smiled, dressed in her uniform of green and brown, Hippolyta addressed the crowd.

“Friends, family… We gather in this sacred spot, to bare witness to the greatest union that the gods bestow us.” Hippolyta looked into her daughter’s and soon to be step-daughter’s eyes. “Today, my daughter Diana shall wed (Y/n) Quinzel of Man’s world. Their love has been heated in the fires of battle, cooled in the river of time… And now, their love shall be tested by the gods themselves.” Raising her arms slowly to the sky, Hippolyta beckoned to the immortals. “Oh, loving Hera, goddess of marriage and queen of the gods, I ask you please, to show these women, the blessings of marriage. Aphrodite, goddess of love. I ask you to guide them, in times when all love seems pointless, to remind them that true love is as immortal as you.” Smiling, Hippolyta turned from the bright sky to readdress the crowd when something, truly magical happened. From the light of the sun, a brilliantly radiant peacock descended and seated itself next to (Y/n). It’s feathers of white and gold seemed to reflect the sun impossibly so. The crowd gasped at the sacred animal of Hera but that was not all, a golden dove fluttered down from the sky and perched itself on Diana’s shoulder. Signs of blessings from the two goddesses. Diana gasped in delight as she saw the peacock ruffle its feathers and showed its divine designs, and (Y/n) couldn’t stop the smile growing on her face as the dove nestled into Diana’s hair.

“The gods have blessed this marriage” Hippolyta announced happily “May the rings be brought forth.” Jumping into action, Barry and Harleen both produced equally as exquisite rings. Diana gingerly took the ring from Barry, a band of the purest silver encrusted with sacred jewels of Artemis a gift from divinity, and waited for her cue.

“Diana, daughter of Zeus, do you under the judgment of the gods, promise to keep, love and cherish (Y/n) Quinzel, forsaking all others from your sacred love and bed. Do you promise to hold her in the bad times, and frolic with her in the good times?” Diana’s gaze didn’t leave (Y/n)’s eyes as she spoke.

“I do, and I vow that while I may not always be there to warm your bed, I shall always protect you from harm. I vow to you that the love I have in my heart for you is pure and unyielding and I vow to you, (Y/n) Quinzel, that if I had to I would go through this journey with you all over again.” As Diana finished, she carefully slid the ring onto (Y/n)’s finger who was close to tears by Diana’s words. Nodding, Hippolyta turned to (Y/n).

“And do you, (Y/n) Quinzel of Man’s world, under the judgment of the gods, promise to keep, love and cherish (Y/n) Quinzel, forsaking all others from your sacred love and bed. Do you promise to hold her in the bad times, and frolic with her in the good times?”

“I do” (Y/n) took the ring from her sister, a stunning band of the purest diamonds engraved with emeralds, a gift from Man’s world. “And I vow to you Diana, that when you come home hurt and injured, I will always be there to heal and love you. I vow that even as time ends, my love for you shall not waver. And I vow… That even though, I will always worry for you. I vow to always be there, not only as a wife, but as a friend.” With that, (Y/n) gingerly slid the ring onto Diana’s finger. The dove and peacock uttered their cries as the two lovers couldn’t contain themselves and kissed each other without prompting. The crowd erupted into applause and even Batman had to turn away so no one would see him wipe away the tears that fell from his eyes.

Feeling the sun’s rays on her body, (Y/n) Prince sighed in pure bliss. Golden sand spread for miles in either direction and in front was the endless tides of the ocean. Smiling from her rounded wicker beach chair, (Y/n) happily sipped from her pina colada as clouds of fluffy white passed over head. The mild heat of the air was not the best, it made (Y/n) sweat a bit, but compared with Gotham’s frigid weather it had been receiving recently, (Y/n) was pretty okay with a little sweat. Crunching sand alerted (Y/n) to her newly-wed wife, Diana. Graceful as any gazelle, Diana easily slipped down onto the lounger beside her wife. A cold glass of aged wine in her hand, a gift from Hippolyta. Only two days had passed since their wedding on Themyscria, but both Diana and (Y/n) were looking forward to their honeymoon on Tahiti. It appeared that Diana had made some serious investments as, when they landed, (Y/n) was ushered into a picturesque villa on that Tahitian coast. Designed with a Greek theme, Diana’s villa consisted of two very well decorated levels. The first floor held a guest bedroom decorated modernly. A magnetized, floating bed dominated the room. In the corner was a teardrop chair hanging from the ceiling and connected to the bedroom. Upstairs, light flooded into the space like a tidal wave. Sun light reflected of the white walls beautifully and the hard wooden birch floorboards seemed to make the room even more angelic. Two kitchen islands dominated the kitchen space of the villa, one was made for the stove and the other was a sink. And entire wall in the kitchen was turned into shelves for pantries, a fridge and a freezer. The living room was very open, as was a normal Greek villa, with a comfy dark grey couch and two brown leather seats used for seats which were placed in view of the plasma screen T.V. Throughout the upper floor, were three bedrooms and two bathrooms. Only one bedroom and bathroom had been used since the house’s creation since only Diana and (Y/n) had entered. The master bedroom was completely different to the one downstairs. With a whole wall replaced with glass, the bedroom was victim to the amazing view of a private stretch of beach. Owned and maintained by Diana since her purchase. A section of the floor had been cut away over which sat Diana’s bed, and in the cubby hole Diana had horded some late-night naughty foods like whip cream or some comfort food like noodles and peaches. The dining area of the house had been placed outside on the patio, with a long glass toped table enclosed in several wicker chairs filled with cushions. Perhaps the most used part of the house was the patio. A long wooden deck that also acted as the roof for the lower floor, the patio was not small. Housing a barbeque, a dining set and a spa bath, Diana had spared to expense when choosing her honeymoon and vacation home.

“How are you enjoying the sun, my wife?” Diana had adopted an adorable tendency to remind (Y/n) that she was her wife. Not that (Y/n) minded in any way, shape or form. Smiling, (Y/n) ghosted her hand across Diana’s strong, chiseled cheekbone. Leaning into her touch, Diana closed her eyes and relished in the contact.

“I think I might tan by the end of this trip, Mrs. Prince.” Diana couldn’t control herself, careful of the drinks, Diana wrapped her arms tightly around her wife and pulled her close. Loving the feeling of her wife’s body on her own. And with no one around for miles, Diana planned on keeping this contact.

“I’m so happy to have you, and know that I am grateful that you chose to take my name… I know it is a big deal in Man’s world.” Laughing slightly, (Y/n) snuggled deeper into Diana’s embrace, smelling Diana’s intoxicating scent like an omega to their alpha.

“Diana, I will give you more than my name if it means keeping you as my wife.” Diana looked appalled at this statement, her mouth gaped open and a general flabbergasted look spread over her features.

“You need not give me anything to keep me as your wife, your love is more than enough” The smile that (Y/n) gave to Diana then and there was one of Diana’s favorite things in the world.

The newly-weds sat together, serenity enclosing them in a personal bubble of peace.

Suddenly, like a lightbulb, Diana’s brain conjured the idea of a lifetime. “I really like babies” She said, (Y/n) raised an eye brow but smiled. “They’re just so cute. And you’re also cute. I wonder what a baby you would look like.” Laughing, (Y/n) placed her drink down on the sand beside her, the hot sand crunching under the glass.

“Unfortunately, my baby photos cease to exist, I made sure of that.” The pair shared a giggle, but Diana wasn’t done, she pressed her advance like a lethal tactician.

“I meant, what would a baby… us… look like?” Diana said, and the gears started turning in (Y/n)’s head.

“Diana, you… want to adopt?” Diana’s eyes widened in surprise.

“What? I mean, while I’m not against adopting… I would like our first child to be… ours.” This earned a laugh from (Y/n).

“Dee, in case you haven’t noticed… We’re both women, something like that is physically impossible.” “Oh, (Y/n). Have you forgotten you married a goddess. My father made sure I would be able to procreate with which ever gender I choose. And I choose you, always.” (Y/n)’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“Wait… what?” Standing, Diana took (Y/n)’s hand and pulled her wife to her feet.

“Let me show you, what I mean.” Diana’s whispered huskily in (Y/n)’s ear, making the mortal woman shiver in anticipation.

(Y/n) had often dreamed as a child, of a white knight coming to sweep her off her feet and whisk her away to a land of honey and puppies. She didn’t get her knight. (Y/n) received the greatest gift the world had ever seen. A gift from the gods. Diana had proven several, very distinct times, that (Y/n) wouldn’t need a man to have a baby. It seemed that whenever the couple were in the house, they used most spaces for trying to conceive. Thankfully, (Y/n) was avid cleaner and left the villa spotless when the time to return to Gotham presented itself. The following few weeks had been filled with Diana being very cautious of (Y/n) as she had noticed a distinct increase in the amount of times she had morning sickness and mood swings. But (Y/n) would always say she was fine but Diana was never really convinced. The cheery on the top happened during their Sunday date night. The pair had gone down to an old favorite malt shop where they liked to pretended they were in some weird reincarnation of Scooby-Doo. (Y/n) had ordered a burger and chips as normal, but the weird thing happened when she asked for extra pickles on the burger. As the waitress left, Diana took (Y/n)’s hand in her own, and the WayneTech employee smiled back.

“Are you okay?” Diana asked, (Y/n) frowned not knowing where the comment came from.

“Er, I think so. Why?”

“Because you hate pickles with a passion… and you just ordered extra.” (Y/n)’s eyes widened at the truth.

“I… I don’t know what, came over me… I guess, I’ve just been craving them lately.” At that moment, all the signs aligned for Diana. The morning sickness, the mood swings now cravings.

“My love… You may be pregnant.” Diana whispered happily, her eyes conveying her excitement. (Y/n) however, was less than thrilled. Panic, fear and concern filled the woman’s eyes.

“What!” she whispered back, Diana nodded.

“We should go back to Themyscria so the followers of Artemis can see for sure.” But (Y/n) shook her head thoroughly.

“No, no, no. I’m sorry Diana, but… I don’t want to go around telling people I may be…. pregnant.” (Y/n) uttered the word softly, like it was forbidden. “Can we just, go to a doctor or something… Please?” Diana sighed unhappily, she distrusted doctors greatly.

“Fine, but the doctor must be a female… I don’t want any random know it all arrogant man staring at my wife’s beautiful body.”

Six months after the malt shop escapade, doctor Angelina sighed happily as she applied the cool gel to her patient’s bloated stomach. Beside her, Angelina’s patient smiled at her wife. However, the wife seemed very, very suspicious of Angelina. “What is that? What are you putting on my wife!” She would question. Six months ago, when Diana and (Y/n) Prince had come to Angelina for their first checkup, Diana had scared the doctor tremendously. Diana had constantly grilled the doctor about what she was doing whenever Angelina approached (Y/n). Thankfully, the pregnant woman was always there to reign Diana in when needed. Now, as (Y/n) laid on the clean sheeted bed, in Angelina’s office with her shirt off and her stomach layered in a fine line of gel, Diana was very suspicious. As the Princess of Themyscria sat beside her wife, constantly holding her hand, Diana was reminded of the terrible times of war. The cries of agony from the soldiers who lost limbs and organs fighting for a unneeded war.

“It’s an ultra sound.” Angelina started, but before she could explain further, Diana’s eyes widened in shock.

“WHAT! What do you mean, my baby is ‘ultra’. And what is the sound, is it deaf?” Diana’s obliviousness was very freighting to Angelina but (Y/n) found it very humorous. But Diana was panicking thinking that her child was going to have super powers. Even in a world with the Justice League, Diana didn’t want her child going anywhere near a fight.

“Diana, calm down. She’s showing us what the baby looks like.” Diana looked surprised at her wife’s words and slowly turned her eyes back to the doctor before her.

“You… can do that?” She asked quietly, afraid that if she spoke too loudly she would be disappointed. Thankfully, Angelina nodded happily.

“Oh yes, this probe emits sound on a level we won’t hear. Those sound waves can make a picture of the baby in your wife.” Diana’s eyes widened in happiness, a smile on her lips. “What’s more, from that I’ll be able to see if your baby is healthy, and what gender it is.” A blip on the computer beside (Y/n)’s bed alerted all three of the women. Angelina and (Y/n) smiled at the black and grey screen, (Y/n) even had tears in her eyes. But, Diana stared at it in confusion.

“I… I don’t understand what that is” the goddess finally admitted, (Y/n) took Diana’s hand and placed it on her own rounded belly.

“That right there” (Y/n) pointed to the screen “Is our baby growing in here” (Y/n) pointed back down to her stomach and Diana felt a rush of excitement, pride and happiness flow into her.

“Yes, and I’m quite surprised. Despite your… slightly under optimal health, the baby is doing remarkably well… (Y/n) and Diana, you two will have a healthy baby boy.” Diana couldn’t hold back her tears any longer.

“I’m having a son” She cried “We’re having a son.”

After their hospital visit, Diana payed the receptionist and drove (Y/n) through Gotham towards WayneTech. Amongst the grey and black boring cars of similar styles, Diana’s old and retro convertible of bright baby blue colouring was a diamond in the rough. (Y/n) felt like the princess she technically was when she rode with Diana. Beyoncé bleared from the radio, (Y/n) and Diana sang along whole heartedly, their souls lifted by the news of their soon to be born, baby boy. However, the fun was not to last very long. As Diana pulled up beside WayneTech, Beyoncé’s amazing voice slowly dimmed into silence as (Y/n) opened her door and Diana turned the radio off. “So, I’m thinking Chinese to celebrate?” Diana inquired happily, the thought of her baby boy being a reality making her almost as happy as her wedding day. (Y/n) smiled back at the technical father of her child.

“Sure, I’ll be home around eight… I love you.” (Y/n) said through the window. Diana being Diana, honked her horn and shouted a massive ‘I love you’ back which filled (Y/n) with glee.

The bright hallways, expensive furniture and imposing name that made WayneTech, used to intimidate (Y/n). But, after fighting off a horde of monsters, working at one of the world’s leading brands was considerably less scary. Despite walking being a bit difficult now, with a six month fetus being inside her, (Y/n) still managed to enter her office. Easing herself into the swivel chair, (Y/n) sighed in relief as pressure was taken away from her back and feet. Opening her computer (Y/n) typed in her password and smiled at the background picture. As per request, Dinah had managed to snag a few photos of (Y/n) and Diana’s wedding day, and the most beautiful one was (Y/n)’s screensaver. Dinah had managed to capture the precise moment Diana had swept (Y/n) off her feet and planted a kiss to her lips. The colours of Themyscira along with the sacred birds of Aphrodite and Hera, made the picture all the more magical. Humming to herself, (Y/n) opened up her usual apps and started sifting through messages. That is, until a knock on her door gained her attention. Looking from her bright screen, (Y/n) laced her fingers and adopted a professional stance.

“Come in” She called. Without a sound, the office doors swept open and revealed a very striking woman. Her bright red hair contrasting her icy blue eyes which seemed to stare into (Y/n)’s soul with malice. Immediately, (Y/n) placed her finger on her computer, ready to send Diana an emergency call. Stalking ever closer to (Y/n), the woman before (Y/n) seemed familiar.

“(Y/n) Quinzel, you’ve grown larger since we last met.” (Y/n)’s eyes widened in realization, the woman’s voice finally putting the last piece of her identity in place.

“Phobie” (Y/n) whispered, her finger immediately jamming the distress button. “I’m surprised you left Themyscria.” Phobie glared at the woman she thought had ruined her life.

“You took from me the very thing I wanted. The very thing I deserved and was given.” She growled, slamming her hands on (Y/n)’s desk.

“What are you talking about, I haven’t done anything to you let alone stolen from you” (Y/n) was starting to get frightened, not only for her own health, but that of her unborn child’s as well.

“Stop pretending you don’t know!” Phobie shouted “You stole Diana from me, now you’ll pay. And that bastard child in your whore womb.” With her Amazonia strength, Phobie easily tossed aside (Y/n)’s desk like a rag doll. The wood crashed and splintered against the wall prompting (Y/n) to shriek in surprise. The sound of metal drawing from leather dawned the realization within (Y/n), that if Diana didn’t get here in time, she would die. With sword pointed at her prey, Phobie smirked triumphantly. “I saw through you, even when Hippolyta was blinded by your so called ‘heroism’ I saw just how pathetic you really are. And when Diana see that you die just like the rest of the mortals, she’ll run into my arms.” (Y/n) was vaguely aware of someone screaming in alarm. But, Phobie quickly sheathed her blade, in (Y/n)’s stomach.

Diana was in the middle of traffic when her watch bleared an alarm Diana prayed she’d never have to hear. With a racing heart, Diana could hear the adrenaline coursing through her body. Need to protect her wife surfaced immediately, but the need to protect her secret identity also arose. Cars and trucks blocked all ways to move on the freeway and with no sign of obvious exit, Diana raged in frustration.

“SHIT!” She cursed loudly “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Diana had never been in such a panic mode, not even when Superman had supposedly died. And the feeling only worsened when Diana realized that her unborn son was also in unknown danger. Just as Diana was prepared to run out into the street and fly away, the traffic in the other lane started to move. Breaking numerous road laws along the way, Diana cut across the highway, angry horns and toots following her, as well as the odd slur of anger. Thankfully, there was a tourist trap mall next to the highway where Diana parked. Racing faster than she had before, Diana quickly donned her Wonder Woman armour, burst out her car when no one was looking and flew into the sky towards WayneTech, where she had left (Y/n). Diana knew WayneTech’s upper building well, the amount of times Diana had surprised (Y/n) with lunch was somewhere in the mid-fifties. So, being on the wrong side of WayneTech didn’t stop her from getting to (Y/n) as quickly as possible. Crashing through the windows of Lucius Fox’s office, Wonder Woman soared through the CEO’s door as the man himself clutched his chest in panic of what had just happened. Diana saw the open door of (Y/n)’s office and kicked it open, and what she saw made her blood run cold.

There, on the floor was (Y/n), cowering in fear as Diana’s childhood friend Phobie sheathed her sword in (Y/n)’s stomach. With a cry of fury that was unrivaled, Diana charged forward even though she knew there was nothing she could do. Phobie looked back in shock to see Diana spear tackling her through the office windows and the pair plummeted towards the streets. With tears swelling in her eyes, rage boiling her blood and the anger to shame Ares, Diana slammed Phobie into the concrete streets. Not caring for any of the passers. “YOU KILLED HER!” Diana shouted in rage, reeling her arm back and delivering a devastating blow to Phobie’s face. The Amazon was sent flying across the street, people screamed and scattered when Phobie crashed into an on coming car. Diana stalked closer, like a demon from hell. All thoughts of honorable combat lost and replaced by the need to slaughter. Phobie crawled from the hood of the car she had crashed into. Her blood pooling at her feet as she tried to stand.

“She… was not worthy!” Phobie spat, her blood staining the ground Diana walked on. “Of your love… She has poisoned you.” With fires burning in her eyes, Diana swiftly kicked Phobie to the ground, her foot stamping on her sister’s neck.

“You, do not. Get to talk ill of her. Monster!” Diana seethed, with a steely gaze still trained on her wife’s attacker, Diana unsheathed her own sword. The blade glowed in the sunlight, and for once, Phobie felt the fear of death. “May Hades place you in the fields of the damned”

Diana plunged her sword down, with murderous intent. Thoughts of vengeance for her wife and son were the only things swirling in Diana’s mind. But, just as the blade was to pierce Phobie’s skull, Diana was stopped. The fury in Wonder Woman’s eyes shifted to that of Superman. The man of steel, held Diana’s hand in an unbreakable grip. “Let go of me at once!” Diana growled “She needs to die for what she has done!” Superman looked sadly at Diana but didn’t let go. Sadness evident in his caring eyes, but his features remained stoic.

“You know that’s not how we do things around here… Besides, she’s been taken to hospital. So far, she’s alive.” Diana’s eyes widened in hope, her world slowly but surely coming together again. “She’s alive… Thank Zeus.” Diana felt like crying with joy, Superman finally let go of Diana’s arm and the sword clattered to the ground. “I… I must go see her.” And like that, Diana was soaring through the air again. Superman sighed as he watched his friend leave, that was, until he felt a dull pain in his knee. Looking down, Superman saw the shocked and fearful expression of Phobie as she held her broken sword in hand. Frowning at the woman, Superman picked the Amazon by her neck along with Diana’s sword, and started to fly towards the cave of solitude.

Soaring through the air and super sonic speeds, Diana raced against the truth of death. Her black hair slashed in the wind like whips, Diana’s eyes squinted in the wind as she headed to Gotham hospital. Cars, buildings and people blurred together under Diana as she cut through the air. Eventually, Diana could see the multi-story building come into view. A huge white cube with rows of glass showing each room. The carpark below almost filled with cars. Noticing the lack of personal on the roof, Diana quickly changed into a regular outfit and burst into the lower floors. Looking around wildly, Diana saw the bright lights of the hospital illuminate old and dying men and women while nurses and doctors stood talking with their lab coats on. Feeling the worry for her wife and child, Diana urgently broke up one of the conversations between a doctor and his nurse. The nurse appeared no older than forty, with blonde hair and a very nice figure, Diana figured that this woman would have been exactly the type of person (Y/n) would have feared Diana leaving her for. However, the doctor was a man pulled straight from the nineteen-hundreds. With a slim build, curly grey mustache and receding hairline, Diana put his age at around sixty.

“Excuse me, my wife. Do you know where she is?” Diana asked, the doctor, looking mortified, snorted disgustingly at Diana. His mustache twitched and ruffled as he opened his mouth, as if a ferret was living on his lip.

“As if I would allow your kind on my floor!” He shouted in frustration saying ‘your’ as if it were the worst thing in the world, and began walking away. Sighing, the nurse turned to Diana, her green eyes holding sympathy and reasoning.

“I’m sorry for Doctor Hawthorne, he’s a bit of a Homophobe… But he does well with brain surgery.” Diana wasn’t worried about the idiot human, she was worried for her wife. Her maternal instincts were taking over. Her wife and child could be dead and she wouldn’t even know. Grabbing the nurse by her shoulders, Diana repeated herself.

“Where is my wife? Where is (Y/n) Prince?” Diana’s tense voice turned the nurse’s legs to jelly but she managed to shakily make her way over to a nearby terminal, jutting out of the wall. Over the years since its establishment, WayneTech had been a fully co-operative funder for Gotham General Hospital. As such, the latest medical equipment was funded for generously. Because of this, Gotham General was able to afford lower hospital fees and new administrative equipment, such as a few terminals on each floor that acted as a receptionist but only those with proper clearance could access the whole terminal such as names and room numbers. When she saw the terminal, Diana was reminded of one of those post-apocalyptic games (Y/n) would always play… something about vaults… Typing in a few commands, the nurse hastily read the green text off the screen.

“R-room two-seven-five… two floors down.” Diana didn’t listen to any more words, with the speed of an Olympian, Diana rushed down the stairs towards her wife’s room.

Bruce Wayne sat outside room two-seven-five of Gotham Hospital, waiting anxiously for any news on his friend, his hands and legs started to shake. The brave Dark Knight dressed in a neatly ironed two piece black suit was shaking with regret. Nerves and guilt had poisoned his mind into believing he was at fault for his friend’s likely death. Trying to calm himself Bruce started to breath deeply. As soon as (Y/n) had pushed Diana’s emergency button, Bruce had also been notified and had arrived shortly after Diana. When he had brought (Y/n) to the hospital, the doctors hurriedly dropped everything and rushed around the pregnant woman, Phobie’s sword still stuck in her stomach. Ever since, Bruce had been waiting outside her room, feeling useless. Sounds of hurried footsteps finally ripped Bruce’s gaze from the black numbers on the door and he saw Diana running towards him, very angrily and upset.

“Where is she! I need to see her!” Diana proclaimed to Bruce. The sole owner of Wayne Manor stood and took Diana’s hands before she could bang on the door to (Y/n)’s room.

“Diana wait!” The daughter of Zeus looked at Bruce with sorrow in her eyes, fearing the worst. “Listen, (Y/n) is in surgery. I don’t know how long it will take” As Bruce spoke, he could see the tears welling in Diana’s eyes. “I got her here as fast as I could. All we can do now is wait.” But Diana shook her head.

“No! I can’t wait. She… She needs me. I must be by her side. I promised I would protect her! Bruce, please!” Diana was obviously distraught, tears were now rolling freely down her face. But Bruce knew that if Diana burst in, she would only make matters worse, so he shook her head. The denial was too much for Diana. The Daughter of Zeus let out a sob of anguish as she slumped in Bruce’s arms, the Dark Knight was forced to slowly ease onto the ground under the weight of the distraught Diana. Bruce could only hold the crying woman who could only sob in need of her wife.

Close to a whole day had passed since (Y/n)’s arrival in the hospital and not much news had been delivered. Doctors and surgeons had been replaced every five hours, and each time Diana would stand straight to attention, with hope in her eyes and a pleading heart. But no news on (Y/n)’s condition ever reached her ears. Bruce and Diana hadn’t left the hospital since they arrived and Clark and Dinah who popped in from time to time could tell the stress, anxiety and worry was getting to them. Dinah, who was currently looking after Bruce and Diana at the hospital, walked around the corner with a bottle in one hand and some cups in the other.

“I thought we might need something stronger than water.” Dinah said, Diana saw the label of Smirnoff and heard Bruce sigh. Bruce knew Dinah was only trying to help the only way she knew how, but Diana didn’t need to get drunk, she needed to be patient.

“Dinah, I don’t think Diana needs vodka right now.” He said, his arms crossed over his chest.

“With all that’s going on… I think it would be the right thing to do.” Dinah countered, pouring a Styrofoam cup with the clear alcohol and holding out for Diana. The daughter of Zeus looked at the cup suspiciously, she had tried alcohol before when she was younger, more foolish, and it had felt good… too good. Diana took the bottle right from Dinah’s hand, brought the bottle to her lips, and relished in the burning feeling as the liquid sloshed down her dry throat. That was her mistake.

Meanwhile, millions of miles away hidden amongst the clouds, two powerful gods of Olympus gathered in urgency. Hidden within the sky haven of Olympus, carved from the same rock the glorious heavenly city was birthed over, a temple stood in isolation. Small as it may appear, there were truly none more sacred and holy. For this, was the temple that represented balance. Where the universe was equal parts good and evil. While the temple looked akin to a cave from the outside, the inside was another reality entirely. Carved from the rock was a dome shaped room with only three thrones, one for each of the three sons of Kronos. Before these stone thrones, each the same in appearance for neutrality, a well was carved. The truly bottomless well held the only light source of the temple, a glowing blue and red sphere the size of a fist. This, was the universal indicator of good and evil. And before it, sat the eldest and youngest sons of Kronos, Hades and Zeus. Despite his kingly right to the throne of Olympus, Zeus had dressed in a simple blue chiton although a small circlet of gold was nestled in his blond hair. But the most noticeable thing about Zeus, wasn’t his golden crown, old karate sensei style hair and beard combo, nor his simple clothes but his skin. Instead of the bronzed tan from Disney, Zeus’s skin depicted the sky itself. And as Artemis rode her chariot across Olympus while her brother slept, Zeus’s skin depicted the starry sky and silver moon as well as the dark blue hues of space. The lord of the Under realm sat with reverence. His skin too, like his brothers, reflected his sphere of reality. Raging yellows and oranges burst together in eruptions of flames against the deathly black background of the Hollows in Hell that appeared on Hades’s skin. Dark full length robes of shadows covered Hades’s body aside from his head, from which sat a crown of onyx and obsidian. But the meeting between perhaps the two most powerful beings on the planet was not a family visit.

“Please brother, (Y/n) was not meant to die. You and I both know it” Zeus started from his throne. The famous master bolt, the weapon used to dethrone Kronos, was leaning against his throne, like a spear. “If it wasn’t for that foolish Amazon, she would have lived peacefully.” Hades hummed in thought, despite the rumors, he did admire his little brother and even more so when he spoke the truth. Being labelled as the Greek equivalent of Lucifer brought many harsh rumors, but Hades as with any big brother, loved his family very much… maybe not as much as Zeus and Hera, but he did love them a lot.

“Be that as it may, I cannot simply keep a mortal from dying. There are rules of the universe that even we must follow.” Hades argued, Zeus grumble resembled the sound of thunder. Darkened eyes stared at hands that felt useless. Zeus’s clenched his hands in desperation.

“Phobie will be dealt with harshly, but please brother. Diana has already experienced too much terror and heartache… She can’t lose (Y/n) as well.” Hades noticed a look in his brother’s eyes that he hadn’t seen before. A pleading, sorrowful look… but what was strangest… was the tears. “I have not been the best father… I doubt I ever will be… I kept Diana on Themyscria to protect her… But now, I cannot protect her from the curse that Aphrodite brings… Please brother… I ask you as a father… Please, help bring this woman back.” Tears of starlight began to drop with silent splashes onto the stone cavern. Hades pondered silently, rolling his red bident in his hands. “I can’t let her be sad… she was already alone for so long.” Sighing at Zeus’s latest words, Hades stood. Still angry with himself, Zeus hadn’t realized his brother’s movement until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Looking up, Zeus stared into his brother’s red eyes.

“All things must come with a price brother… And this price shall be heavy.” Hades said, Zeus looked optimistic, like a child on their way to Disneyland. “But it shall be done… If she is of strong enough will… (Y/n) Prince shall live until she was fated to die… Know that you now owe me brother” Zeus could not help himself, he embraced his brother in a godly hug.

“Thank you… I shall not forget this until the day I fade away.”

Back in the mortal realm of Gotham, Dinah and Bruce had finally managed to tear Diana from the hospital, the only bad thing was… Diana wasn’t in the best mental state. Despite her godly heritage, Diana had succumbed to the seductive trances of alcohol. Now ragged and distressed, Diana sat alone in a random sports bar ordering shot after shot of an alcohol she probably didn’t even know. As Diana tipped her head back, downing another shot, the barman stood transfixed as the woman had successfully taken thirty shots without vomiting her meals from the past week. And being the nice gentleman he was, the barman saw all the predatory gazes of the other patrons in the bar and slinked to the woman’s side.

“Is their anyone I can call to fetch you miss? Cause I’m cutting you off.” He asked kindly. Diana’s eyes slowly dragged themselves from the glass in her hand to the barman at her side.

“I’m… Fine.” Diana insisted, a slight slur evident in her voice “Now pour us… another one” Her demand fell on deaf ears as the barman shook his head.

“Im ‘fraid not lady… No more drinks for you” At once, he regretted his words. Diana slowly clawed to her feet and stood well above the barman. Anger and defiance clouded Diana’s eyes as the alcohol in her system worked its curse.

“I could snap you like a twig… Pour, me… a drink.” Diana insisted. With a gulp, the barman almost hurried off to do what he was told… Until the doors burst open and a man in a clean black suit with a pair of spectacles over his eyes walked in. The new arrival walked over to Diana and took her hand in his own.

“Come on Diana… This isn’t helping.” He said, Diana didn’t even try to protest. She followed drunkenly behind the man who led her through the city.

Some-how, some way, Diana found herself crying on her clean bed sheets as Clark Kent stood awkwardly at the bedroom door. Bruce had told Clark where Diana had gotten to after the hospital. And so, the man of steel himself had come to take Wonder Woman home, for her own and everyone else’s safety. When they had eventually gotten home, Diana was already balling her eyes out. Not knowing what to do in such a delicate situation, Clark had laid Diana on her bed. Almost immediately, Diana wrapped her arms and legs around one of the pillows, presumably from (Y/n)’s side and slowly managed to drift off to sleep. Deciding it was best to leave Diana in her clothes, Clark didn’t touch the woman.

Sighing with relief as Diana’s constant cries turned quiet, Clark made his way shakily to the living room. Even Superman had been shaken by the events, (Y/n) and Lois were close friends and so he had come to know the WayneTech employee very well. Not wanting to leave his friend in such a horrible time, Clark bundled some cushions together on the couch and laid down, trying to get the images of (Y/n) dying out of his mind.

But the morning brought worse news. Diana had managed to regain some of her sanity, stabbing headaches will do that even to superheroes. Diana really didn’t want to go to the hospital, not again… not until her wife and son were okay. But then, as Diana laid on her bed, taking in (Y/n)’s scent from her pillows, Diana heard her phone ring. Diana didn’t know how she hadn’t lost the small device, but there it was, ringing from her back pocket. Fishing out the device, Diana answered the call to hear the most horrible news she had ever hear.

“Hello, is this Mrs. Diana Prince?” asked an exhausted, female voice. Sniffling a tear, Diana tried to mask the anguish in her voice.

“Yes, I’m Diana.” The woman on the other end of the call burst out a sob.

“I’m…. So, sorry to tell you this ma’am.” At those words Diana shot up in her bed, tears prickling her eyes. “But… Your… Your son has died.” That broke Diana. All thoughts and emotions drifted away. Sadness replaced by nothingness. Anguish replaced by emptiness. Loneliness consumed her. Her son… Her own son… had died… and it was all her fault. The nurse on the other side tried to help as she continued. “B-but… Your wife… She’s… she’s fighting… There’s still a chance but…” Diana knew it was coming, her wife was strong… but she couldn’t stop death by herself “But the chances are small.” Diana didn’t know what to do. Faintly aware of the beeping from her phone telling her the call had ended, Diana screamed loudly, frustrated with the world, frustrated with the gods, frustrated with her life. She threw her phone across the room and it shattered against the wall. Seconds later Clark rushed into the room, eyes wild and alert.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, Diana glared at him.

“My son… Is dead… Because of me.” Diana whispered to herself, Clark’s eyes widened at the news, he hadn’t heard that (Y/n) was pregnant. He watched helpless as Diana reached under the bed and claimed a strangely shaped bottle. It looked like a fancy perfume container, just larger and with more curves shaped with pink glass. “It was meant for our tenth anniversary… But it looks like I won’t even see her again.” Pulling the crystal decanter’s stopper out and started downing the strong alcohol inside like water. Clark sighed as Diana wiped her lips and let out a sob.

“Diana, they’ll want you there… to name your son… before they bury him.” Diana’s sadness quickly bowed down to her anger as she rushed to pin her friend to the wall.

“You expect me to name my son… After I killed him?” Clark gasped for breath as Diana’s grip tightened around his throat.

“Please… You… Don’t have to go.” Choking back another gulp of despair, Diana relented and let go of Clark.

“Name him… Ajax… Ajax Herodotus Prince.” As Clark gulped down air, Diana stormed across the building, her normally happy and commanding demeanor replaced by dreary sadness.

“Where are you going!?” Shouted Clark after her, without turning Diana replied.

“Out for a drink.”

Clementine’s bar is a place for wayward lost souls, running or hiding from their pasts. A placed deemed perfect for Diana Prince… by herself. Low undertones of a timeless band played in the background as quiet bar goers came and went. Clementine’s wasn’t large, aside from the bar itself there were only five tables made from wood that men and women seated themselves at. Diana sat at the end of the bar, as far away from everyone. Somehow, she had changed from yesterday’s clothes and into jeans and a baggy shirt. Rolling the lone shot glass around the bar top, Diana was tormented by the last few days. Images of (Y/n) dying, Phobie’s sword protruding from her pregnant stomach filled her mind. Guilt poisoning Diana’s mind like scorpions. Like a void, Diana’s mind had sucked away all happy memories and replaced them… with self-hatred. The person that became Wonder Woman constantly cursed herself for not being faster, for wanting to preserve her identity over protecting the woman she loved so dearly. Diana knew it was futile to make up for her mistakes… And in her heart, Diana knew that (Y/n)’s condition would never change. But she had to say goodbye, to the woman who had won her heart. Picking herself up, swaying off her stool, Diana slammed a few bills onto the counter and proceeded out the door. No matter how bright the sun shined that day, Diana thought there hadn’t been a dimmer day. Her son, the child she had wanted more than any glory had been murdered before his own birth. No more would Diana be able to think about taking him fishing down by a lake near a cabin in the woods. No more could Diana bare to think about her little Ajax. And yet, Diana knew she had not even heard the worst news. (Y/n) Prince, the woman Diana had devoted her new life for, the woman who Diana loved above all others, the woman Diana should have protected… was more than likely going to die… because of Diana’s actions. Guilt transformed the way Diana saw the world. As she walked from Clementine’s to the hospital, Diana saw the faces of the people passing her on the street and they all said the same thing. “Murderer!” Diana didn’t even bother excusing herself, deep down she knew it wasn’t real… but she also knew it was true. And as she entered what would be the final place she would see her family, Diana held back her tears. The receptionist didn’t stop Diana as the woman silently made her way towards room two-seven-five… probably for the final time.

Around the corner from (Y/n)’s room, a small waiting area was being occupied by the first members of the Justice League. Bruce Wayne sat in the corner, head in hands. Wayne fame and glory could not replace the heartache that losing such a friend as (Y/n) would bring. Even Kryptonian strength, of body and mind could not console the beacon of hope that was Superman. Even with a robotic body, Victor could still feel the pain and hurt from losing such a dear friend… truly there was no one that could bridge the League together like (Y/n) Prince. Even with the ability to race through the universe, Barry knew that Death was a race he could not win… Despite his efforts. And Arthur knew that even with the seven seas at his command, no shark, whale, krill or mermaid could stop the waterfall of death. As Diana stumbled into the room, Barry stopped his jittery knees to quickly catch Wonder Woman before she fell to the ground.

“Diana!” Barry exclaimed, everyone turned to face Diana, sorrow and pain etched on their faces. Clark came up to Diana and slowly eased the Amazon into a chair. Diana couldn’t look at anyone, her eyes closed and mind befuddled with alcohol.

“My son… Where is Ajax?” Diana asked “I must… apologize… to him.” Barry and Arthur shared a confused look before realization of what Diana’s words meant spread over their faces. Victor slowly sat down as he registered the news. Bruce said nothing, looking around the corner sadly and staring at those hated numbers. Clark took Diana by the hands.

“Are you sure?” He asked sincerely. Finally opening her eyes, Diana’s miserable teary eyes that used to hold so much mirth stared into Clark’s somber eyes.

“Please” Diana said, Clark knew this was something Diana didn’t want to do… But something she needed to do. Flash, Batman, Cyborg and Aquaman all watched with misery as Superman led Wonder Woman down the hall to meet her son.

The room was deserted. Four clean, steel walls a floor and a roof enclosed a steel table as high as Diana’s midsection. Seated atop the table was a small, wooden box as long as Diana’s arm. Diana and Clark stood in the doorway. Neither could bring themselves to move. Everything seemed to slow down to a crawl. Diana knew what was hidden in the box, she knew but she wished she didn’t. With clenched teeth, Diana tentatively took the first step… And then another… and another. Through all of Diana’s trials; Ares, Giganta, even Circe… nothing could come as devastating to Diana’s newest task… Giving a final send off to her son. Peering into the coffin, Diana saw, nestled into a bed of cotton, her son. Barely as long as her forearm, Ajax Herodotus Prince seemed at peace. His eyes were closed as if he were sleeping, arms over his chest and his hands clenched in tiny fists. All of Diana’s bottle up emotions; regret, anger, sadness, despair, hate, frustration, hopelessness, fury and desperation they all over came Diana. “My… Baby boy…” Diana whispered quietly, tears ran down Diana’s features silently. “I am so… So sorry… I have caused you nothing, but death… I am not worthy to be your mother… or marry the woman who would have birthed you.” Noticing her tears splash onto the edges of her son’s coffin, Diana retreated not wishing to soil his last bed. Innocence had been stolen by blind sexual jealousy, and Diana could not retrieve it in time, so it was lost forever. Not trusting herself to be able to look once more at her son, Diana simply stands by the coffin, eyes closed. “Please… forgive me.”

Clark escorted Diana back to their friends. And Diana’s fears and sorrows became more apparent. There, talking to Bruce was a doctor. Clean white doctor’s uniform with blue scrubs underneath, his hair covered by a blue hairnet and his tired brown eyes covered by clear glasses. As Diana approached, she looked at the doctor with the last shred of hope in her soul. “Please doctor… Is my wife…” Diana couldn’t bring herself to utter the last word, instead she chocked back a sob. But the Doctor smiled, a sign that Diana had not seen in what felt like forever.

“Mrs. Prince… We don’t know how she managed to do it… But as the doctors were ready to admit her death… (Y/n) somehow restarted her own heart…” Confused and afraid at the doctor’s mention of the word ‘death’ Diana’s bottom lip began to quiver.

“Wh-what does that mean?” She whimpered, smiling the doctor placed a reassuring hand on Diana’s shoulder.

“(Y/n) Prince is expected to make a full recovery.” His words seemed to unreal to believe, the hope inside Diana screamed and shouted with joy. Behind her, Barry and Arthur breathed sighs of relief and Barry was so happy he tackled Victor in a hug. Bruce and Clark looked tiredly at each other with smiles on their faces, but Diana still wasn’t sure.

“Let me see her.” She demanded, but the doctor shook his head.

“I’m afraid I can’t allow that… While she is in a safe condition, it is a critical procedure being operated… However, you should be able to speak with her tomorrow.” Before Diana could force the doctor into letting her see (Y/n), Bruce stepped up.

“Thank you doctor, give our thanks to the surgeons as well and we’ll stay here for the night.” Nodding the doctor replied.

“Of course, I’ll have a few nurses pop around with spare pillows and blankets.” He turned back to Diana, a small smile on his lips. “Do not worry. Your wife is in the best hands possible.” Calming herself, Diana smiled back at the doctor, the first smile she shared in days.

“Thank you doctor… Thank you.”

Day dawned with sun shining through the windows of Gotham General Hospital. Diana woke to the feeling of someone shaking her shoulders. Diana, along with the rest of the league, had fallen asleep in the waiting chairs near (Y/n)’s room. Barry had fallen asleep cuddled up to Arthur who had, in his sleep, wrapped an arm around the speedster. Bruce slept with his mouth wide open and Victor didn’t sleep at all, so it was a surprise when the cyborg shook Diana awake. Blinking the tears from her tired eyes, Diana looked confused at Viktor’s smile. “What… What’s going on?” Diana asked, Viktor smiled as he pointed down the hall.

“Doctor came by a few moments ago… said that you can go see (Y/n) now while she’s still awake.” In an instant Diana was on her feet, speeding through the corridor the daughter of Zeus almost ran over an elderly man shuffling down the hall. Seeing the numbers two-seven-five Diana stopped abruptly. She raised her hand, poised to knock but stopped suddenly.

“What’s wrong?” Viktor asked as he approached her, Diana’s hand started to shake in fear.

“What if… what if she hates me… I killed our son… I put her in this condition.” Diana’s voice was soft, afraid that (Y/n) would hear her. Viktor chuckled at Diana’s worry.

“Last time I checked, (Y/n) married you for a reason. Now get in there” And before Diana could protest, Viktor opened the door and pushed Diana inside.

(Y/n) watched bemused as Diana stumbled into her room. The doctors had to keep (Y/n) on a drip and heart monitor but aside from the occasional bleep, (Y/n) was as comfy as she would have been at home. A nurse had come by earlier to prop (Y/n) up against some comfy pillows, careful not to damage the stitches in her stomach or reopen the wound. (Y/n) watched with a smile as Diana slowly inched towards her. Neither really knowing what to say.

“Diana…” (Y/n) started and Diana gasped in happiness, her eyes misting with tears.

“It is you… You’re alive.” Chuckling a small bit, (Y/n) nodded at Diana’s question, flicking the hair from her eyes. Sliding into the seat beside her bed, Diana hesitantly moved her hands to (Y/n)’s face. Still in awe that she was alive, and awake. (Y/n) relished the in the feeling of her wife’s hands. “I’m… I’m so sorry… I failed you…” (Y/n) raised a brow in confusion.

“I doubt that a lot… I’m alive aren’t I?” (Y/n) asked and it was then that she realized fully where she had been stabbed and that Diana’s tears weren’t of happiness, but of fear and sorrow.

“Our son… Is gone” Diana’s words finally took hold of (Y/n). The younger woman blinked hard, tears forming in her eyes… She looked pleadingly at Diana.

“Hold me” She whimpered with a quivering lip.

Diana was more than willing to comply.

Two years had passed since Phobie’s attack at WayneTech. And a lot had changed. Lucius had stepped down as CEO of WayneTech several months earlier and (Y/n) was unsurprisingly the person hand-picked by the previous CEO and the head of the Wayne family himself. Diana had found herself working at homeless shelters and orphanages as the need for money grew lesser and lesser. Around the same time as Lucius’s retirement, (Y/n) had asked Diana if she wanted another baby. And after days of management, therapy and many tears Diana had made sure that (Y/n) was well and truly pregnant. A few months later and Angelina confirmed that (Y/n) was pregnant, this time with a healthy baby girl. So that leaves us where we are today, nine months after that exciting night once again at Gotham General Hospital albeit room seven-nine-zero. Diana felt her hand being crushed under (Y/n)’s surprisingly strong grip. Beads of sweat poured down (Y/n)’s head as she screamed in agony. Doctor Angelina knelt between (Y/n)’s thick thighs muttering encouraging words to (Y/n) and instructions to the nurse beside her. Fear and anxiety filled Diana as (Y/n) finally stopped screaming and another voice filled the air. A lower cry but still just as loud as (Y/n) erupted from beneath the towel covering (Y/n)’s legs. Angelina quickly handed her nurse something and she briskly walked through another door in the room which greatly concerned Diana.

“Where is she going! Where is she taking my daughter?” Diana shouted, (Y/n) released her grip on Diana’s hand her strength receding as Diana’s anger grew. Standing, Angelina threw her hands up in a surrender gesture, placing herself between Diana and the door.

“She’s just gone to clean your daughter up and do a quick check up… she’ll be no longer than five minutes.” Angelina insisted, Diana didn’t look convinced if the look in her eyes was anything to go by, so Angelina continued. “Have you decided on a name yet?” Diana looked back to (Y/n), the woman was laying on the bed, trying to regain her breath.

“Kassandra” (Y/n) huffed, her strength returning “Kassandra Harleen Prince” Angelina and Diana smiled at the name. Diana returned to (Y/n)’s side, holding the woman in her arms as Angelina took away the leg holder so (Y/n) could rest. A few moments later, the nurse returned with a bundle of pick cloth. Silently, the nurse handed the bundle to Diana with a smile before leaving. Diana looked down at her child, Kassandra’s eyes were closed and for a second, Diana had horrible flashbacks to Ajax but those thoughts were dashed as Kassandra’s eyes opened slowly to reveal curiosity filled baby blue pools of innocence. With a quivering bottom lip Diana hugged her daughter with as much love as she dared, not wanting to hurt the new born.

“She’s… so precious… so small.” Diana mumbled, her hands secured under Kassandra while her arm supported the head.

“May I see our daughter?” (Y/n) asked, smiling at her wife and newly born daughter. Nodding, Diana sat down in the chair beside (Y/n)’s bed and carefully handed Kassandra over. (Y/n) looked deep into her daughter’s eyes and smiled happily, and her child smiled back. “This is just the beginning isn’t it?” (Y/n) asked, tired eyes still fixated on her daughter. Diana nodded beside her wife.

“But it is our new beginning.”

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