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10,000 Nights- Chapter 12 - Gift From The Gods

Chapter Summary:

This is entirely fluff! we have 2 weddings here, cute cloaky and you find out what on earth the baby's name is going to be!

As always thank you for the response to the story! we have just one chapter left after this (there will be wedding night smut) But don't fear, I'm already planning a sequel and you'll never guess who will be playing a part in it all!

i researched Greek wedding and blessings for this, I've done what it says in Greek and English but not the Greek lettering for you.

drop a comment and tell me which wedding you would prefer?

Part eleven - can be found here

A03 link - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30666221/chapters/93492631

Playlist - https://huxs-waifu.tumblr.com/post/650653939084279808/via

Masterlist - https://huxs-waifu.tumblr.com/post/670776247958257664/10000-nights-masterlist-the-cloak-seems-intent

Chapter extras

wedding mood boards to inspire each wedding: https://at.tumblr.com/huxs-waifu/10000-nights-wedding-mood-board/a651jw7s1i9t Chrissys crown - https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/385409680623396678/?nic_v3=1aCoaaxP0<br /> https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Corona_Borealis

Strange watched as Chrissy was shuffled away from him. Hermes and Wong left, stood beside him.

"So time for your robes too."

"I can just wear this and the cloak with no need for anything fancy."

"Stephen you are literally getting married to a goddess and you're in 40c heat. I think she'll appreciate the change." Wong got up from the pillar.

"I can show you some of the traditional clothes you could wear, it would show off that chest of yours perfectly. I'm thinking of the winged crown too." The messenger god pointing toward an archway. That went into a cave. “ You can get ready there ."

Wong holds a snigger. "I too think you should go traditional, Strange, no blue robes or cloak for you. I forbid it."

"And why on earth would you want to see me in a toga!"

"Call it punishment for waking me up early" —---- Having been whisked away to a room overlooking the clouds and mountains below, then promptly being sat in front of a mirror. Maenad and Nymphs seemed to appear from nowhere carrying wine, trays of jewels, bolts of silk and bath water, full of petals. Ariadne stood behind playing with my hair, seeing each other in the mirror giving a wide smile that looked very much like my own.

“So what are we thinking, purple for wine? white for traditional?”

“Blue for his eyes?” I say, partly joking. Thinking of the same blue that his eyes shine, when the Stone in his necklace lights the room in green. As we lay in bed holding our hands up looking at the shadows on the wall.

“Blue it is then.” Guessuring over to the silks.

Through what seemed like some kind of magic the nymphs, brought over blue silk, almost seafoam in colour, the material gliding like water as it moved. It wraps around, tying in knots at various points, hugging my chest and body perfectly. Gold clips of grape vines are placed at the shoulders and around the waist, with real ones crawling up the bottom and down over the train, in plush greens. If anyone could have seen it could best be described as a vineyard on a warm summer's day with a cloudless sky.

The true triumph of the dress though was the insulin pump. It held weightlessly against the skin of my right breast. Yet with the folds of the dress cupping across the breast and under it appears as if nothing was there. A couple of Maenad brought plate fruits to me when I was lounging in the bath of rose petals, in all the haste and adrenalin my blood sugars must be shot to pieces. Testing with my machine the beings around me were surprised to see Such technology. After a few whispers I heard the word Mellitus come up knowing for well that the Greeks had coined the word for diabetes all those years ago.

“How is the bride doing?” A male voice was heard

“Dio, No men allowed!”

“Dear I'm, not the groom it doesn't count.” sitting on the marble bench next to me, laying his staff down on the stone flooring. “Besides, I wondered if it was time to give her the wedding present!”

“Of course, we were just about to start her hair.” Hebe, replied excitedly

"Strange as the cloak it's only fitting that you get a relic too." Ariadne fusses behind the mirror shoeing the non-gods out of the room before thanking them as the last leaves.

"We pulled a few strings or shall we say stars," Dionysus adds.

"The Corona Borealis constellation was originally the crown that was given to Me on my wedding day. We thought it would be quite fitting for yours too as Stephen means crown in Greek."

Offering a wooden box carved with the constellation on it, opening the lid to peek inside. On a silken white cloth sat a gold crown. The mass of vines is intricately woven between one another, with emerald leaves and amethyst Grapes.

“That's bloody beautiful!” As I carefully touch one of the grapes. “But am I allowed? I mean it's wonderful, it's worthy of a goddess, but I'm not a real one.”

“As we keep saying this is sorry, to you. For almost getting you trapped in the dark dimension, I think we can let this one slide.” Dionysus gets back up with a creek of bones. There are not many of you left in the timeline you're in, descendants of greek gods that is. There's always that nagging fear that one day you mortals will forget about us altogether. We will look after you while we still have you.”

“ We’ll add the crown into your hair then we're done. Shoo Dio. check on Stephen if you must”

—- “I look like, like bloody Hercules, Wong! You can't make me do this looking like this ?” Stephen's voice echoed through the room on the other side of the hall of the gods.

“I had far too much fun with this” wong, draping the cloak over his shoulder as Dio walked in from the goddesses.

Stephen emerged from the room. He definitely wasn't in his normal blue robe, as Wong had requested. The White toga is tied over one shoulder with one of the cloak brooches. The other half was showing off his bare chest which looked almost as marble cut and white as the toga compared to the tanned god Hermes next to him. The edging to the toga was embroidered with gold wine glasses and crowns interlocking in a continual pattern. A long slash of red wine is tied to the side with masses of rope. The eye of agamotto in the very middle looks like a fake buckle. This normally slicked back hair had been left to fall naturally, the white hairs curling in with the jet black due to the heat. A crown of laurel leaves and golden narcissus flower sat among it.

“Your definitely not Herc he had more leather.” Hebe joining them from the women's side, she would be doing the blessing as they thought best not to involve Hera into the mix. Hera was the normal goddess for people to pray to for marriage. Hebe could also be involved sometimes in the proceedings of mortals. So she was the next best thing.

Sighing Strange nods before smiling he was actually doing it, marrying a woman he'd literally known for only a few months. Yet felt like he'd known all his life. Clasping his hands together, the scars didn't even come to his mind “shall we make this more homely?” waving his arms, the daylight went into twilight in an instant producing, hundreds of candles up the path to the altar.

“She's ready.” Ariadne is the final one to join. They all proceeded to gather up at the small alter The gauze curtain twitched.

Strange looked at Chrissy pull through the curtains, a dress of blue and grape vines artfully created around the body, now he definitely didn't feel overdressed. He truly felt like he'd been transported 1000s years ago into the shoes of that last supreme. The warmth of the glow he felt in his heart for Chrissy. Seemed to be shared by someone else at that moment. Taking her hand as she approached lightly connecting the two of them as he led him up the stairs.

“I if I may start, so we can break the spell.” Hebe adds with a cough,” We gather today to bless Stephen Vincent Strange in marrying the Descendant of Dionysus Chryseis. If you consent to the union of this marriage please proceed. If anyone does not please speak now.” The Service went on hebe, saying all the rights and blessings she could to try and cover the marriage. Better to be safe than sorry when trying to break a centuries-old spell.

“Do you Chryseis Heed-Warden take Stephen Vintcent Strange to be your husband and partner in this life?”

“I do.”

“Sam to you Stephen Vintcent Strange do you take Chryseis Heed-Warden to be your partner in this life?”

“I do, in every life of mine.”

“Then I now pronounce you man and wife! The god's final blessings to you are these.i ora i kal , vion anthosparton , na zisete”

“What does that translate to?” the non-greek speakers looking slightly puzzled”

“Our blessings to you - the time is good, may your life be full of flowers and may you live.”

“ That's good enough for me!” Chrissy leaps on Strange dragging him down to her height to give him the kiss smiling Stephen pulls away, whispering

“i ora i kal when I'm with you.”

—---- 1 year later…

Standing at the bottom of the steps, a veil over my face, I walk up the steps one by one. The doors to the New York sanctum came open flooding the hall with light. Smiling at the same open door which started it all. I walked down the aisle with, Cream dress, embroidered with pale yellow flowers on the soft net top layer and a train flowing behind. Modern compared to the lavish blue greek robe we were blessed in a year ago. The bunch of wild English flowers - including dandelions - show up against the dress. Reaching the stairs, looking over my shoulder at the guests seated on either side. My family joined over from England on one side, shocked at the surroundings and the situation but happy nonetheless.

Tony and Pepper, Morgan bright and bubbly watching. Peter throws confetti with Thor. Loki and Darcy give a small wave, shooing me up the stairs. Two strange-looking family members sat behind my parents. Dressed in a matching wine suit and a dress. Dark sunglasses on and the lady wearing a comically large floppy straw hat. Looking back on the two greek gods were doing the exact opposite of blending into the corrugation.

As I take a deep breath to walk up the stairs. To Stephen, the cloak and the little girl being cradled in it like a swaddle floating weightlessly, her chubby finger trying to pull at the collar. With the cloak booping her now and again lightly on the nose. Cloaky had then quite a liking to the infant, if the cloak of levitation wasn't needed by Stephen so much we would have no need for a nanny . The sentient object was happy to protect the small child.

Reaching the top of the stairs I tap Stephens's arm, with the bouquet. Which he enhanced upon seeing with a broad smile and click of his fingers, the dandelions turning into oversized bulbous heads. Looking down at me, the biggest grin I've seen, since our daughter was born! He leans into me, to whisper peering over at the cloak rocking her so lightly you could hardly see it. “ Do you really think it was a good idea to give Alice the cloak for the day?”

“Shhh, Chalice Helena Donna - soon to be Strange does as she pleases. Plus the cloak is a good judge of people. Otherwise, it wouldn't have invited me in!” knocking into him again playfully.

“If you two are done, can I perform the ceremony?” Wong in his ceremonial robes.

“Sorry Wong !” We say in collusion, Chalice giggling at the name like she always did at the name.

“Dearly beloved, we gather here today to officially marry Chrissy and Stephen in this universe…”

Part 13 - here

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