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multifunctionalnitroglycerin · 4 months

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The Locked Tomb Series Names and Symbolism #1

I am not certain I'll ever make any more of those, but I have found myself restless and in need of expressing how ingenious the naming system/patterns/meanings in these books is. I would very much like to start nerding out about the usage of Greek and Latin numeral roots for seemingly everyone's names depending on their house. Admittedly, some are more prominent than others. (I am looking at you Judith Deuteros - I honest to God cracked up on that one)

The theme of today's post however is Alecto. I will admit to no little amount of shame that it took me a while to connect the dots between Alecto and Αληκτώ. And as usual Muir's way of integrating symbols, myths and folklore so seamlessly and yet so obviously in her work, left me with my mouth hanging open and a ridiculous amount of joy for no apparent reason.

Onto the actual post now, the name that Muir chose for this not quite human byproduct of John's actions if you will, is so glaringly fitting it's insane. For those of you that aren't Greek mythology fans -or PJO I guess- Alecto was in Greek myths one of the three - allegedly- Erinyes. The Furies, also known as Εὐμενίδες. Ancient chthonic deities that hunted down and punished those whose actions opposed the natural and moral order of things. Does that ring a bell?

So we have Μέγαιρα for hatred and envy, Τισιφόνη for vengeance and murder, and Αληκτώ/ Alecto for fury and mania. Alecto's mission was the infliction of punishment, the expression of divine rage against moral crimes, especially those committed by humans (The gods fell under Nemesis' jurisdiction). She is most well known for her appearance in Aeschylus' Ευμένιδες a tragedy centered around Orestis whom the furies hound for the murder of his mother, Clytemnestra.

Alecto for the Ancient Greeks was the divine personification of fury, and meting out punishment to mortals that upset the natural and ethical order of things.

And what did our boy John do? Nothing much but destroy the entire livelihood of a planet and try to consume its soul. (Gaius is also an ironically fitting last name - of the earth with Γαία or Gaia being the primordial deity of the earth*). But he couldn't quite do it, could he? She was too vast, too infinite for him to fully consume. And what is left behind is half a soul, butchered and unwhole. Sewn in a monstrous, lacking body of John's measures. WE know that John refers to her as his Anabel Lee (I think, at least.) but Alecto seems to be a name she chose for herself and is so much more fitting. For what is she but the lingering righteous fury of billion souls taken before their time? What is she but an ever-present reminder of John's failure. What is she but a presence that haunts him with her mere existence, that threatens his power so much that he locked her away for ten thousand years like all humans do - at least those with a semblance of a conscience- with their guilt. They lock it up, for they cannot erase it - he cannot end her - but it always comes back haunting their dreams, hounding them in their waking hours. Alecto is John's very own Fury, one that will inevitably met out her punishment for his failures (Including his failure of loving her as wholly as he promised to), matching him beat for beat ( see Cassiopeia telling him that he is less interested in saving anyone than he is in meting out punishment). I guess monsters do take after their creators after all.

Not to mention that Alecto's behavior and presence as described by Augustine and Mercymorn is quite fitting to the role she has come to play. She is unsettling, intense, violent, mostrous. A Fury in her own right.

*Note: Gaia is the poetic form of the word Γη meaning earth and in the Cosmogony was used to describe the material side of the cosmos, not so much the earth itself. Again. Oddly fitting

That's all folks. If you reached the end of this ridiculous rant, here have a μελομακάρονο. It's almost Christmas after all.

#the locked tomb #alecto the first #alecto the ninth #alecto tlt #alecto speculation #john gaius #names #symbols #greek mythology references #tlt series #tlt #tlt spoilers #kinda #I mean its HER NAME #nona the ninth spoilers

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ennas-aesthetic · 1 year

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The Forbidden Wing in the Palace of Dreams

OK. OK. Stick with me for a bit.

You know how in the second chapter of Brief Lives Dream had an entire Wing and suite of rooms in the castle made for Thessaly, and when she left he asked Lucien (who asked Mervyn) to take them down? That one? (Don't worry this post isn't about that witch I'm just trying to set up a precedent).

Do you think Dream had a Wing/Room made for Orpheus as well?

He must've, mustn't he? There are implications that Orpheus grew up in the Dreaming. There must've been a Wing for him in his Father's palace, as grand as his castle of white shimmering marble. Chambers fit for the son of the Principal Muse and the Divinity of Dreams.

It shifts, of course, like most Dream things do. As Orpheus grew the Wing changed and expanded, accommodating the needs of its master's son. The Wing was never truly empty, even when Orpheus left for Colchis with Jason and the Argonauts. Most of his possessions were still stashed there, cloistered and guarded. (And though Oneiros was not certain his son would be coming back from the journey, warned of the perils of seafaring by Teleute, he made sure the palace staff kept the quarters in pristine condition. In preparation for the day his son returned.)

Orpheus never did return.

He did, from his journey on the Argo, but he was… changed. A boy transformed into a man, whose horizons has expanded. He took with him only his lyre – Oneiros’ parting gift, fashioned from the rarest tortoise shells – and announced he was going to see the world. A wandering bard, singing the songs of fools, and lovers, and kings, and prophets alike. Oneiros did not stop him. He cannot live his son’s life for him, he reasoned. Orpheus’ lifetime was as brief as a candle’s flame in the wind. It was time the boy set out on his own.

(Oneiros still maintained the Wing’s upkeep. This he entrusted to Lucien (and perhaps Mervyn) alone. He was more than aware of his son’s mortality, and if his own Father saw his sniveling attachment he would have laughed at him, but. If Orpheus wished it, if his son wanted to go back to the place he once called home… then it will be there. Waiting for him.)

When Orpheus stormed out of the palace, furiously declaring he was no longer Oneiros’ son, the Dreaming fell into a dark storm. A hurricane of apocalyptic proportions, as if the earth-shaker himself has brought his Trident down upon them. It raged for days and days. A particular part of the castle was damaged extensively in the aftermath. Part-custodian and groundskeeper of the Dreaming, Lucien, hesitantly, asked what to do with it. Oneiros’ answer was clipped, low and dangerous. “Leave it be.”

Lucien dare not ask again.

No one in the Dreaming dare to acquire their master’s wrath (which always seemed to simmer just below the surface) either, and so the Wing was left as it is. Damaged. Dilapidated. Broken.

Time marches, then turns, then churns. Seasons change. And then change some more.

And there is a forgotten Wing in the palace of Dreams. Every mortal, dream creature, and nightmare is forbidden to enter. That Wing that is broken down and decaying and rotten. The only one allowed entrance is the Shaper himself, but he avoids its corridors like the plague, has made it so it is barely perceived by the Dreaming’s inhabitants. A ghost, almost. But it’s there. It’s there.

The last time Dream comes back to the Wing, his son’s blood soak his forearms.

The room barely held any resemblance of its former glory, but Dream remembers. He remembers all too well. This, overcome with the blood-red ichor of rust, was his son’s cradle; a gift from Olethros during his birth. This, his son’s first lyre, one that Dream crafted himself, from the soft shells of a snapping turtle. Orpheus’ tunics and chitons – offerings of various nymphs and dream weavers. His quiver, his bow, his arrows: when his mother had him shadow the centaur Chiron in Mount Pelion. This, and this, and this. What are memories, if not half-remembered dreams, stories long forgotten? His son was long gone. There are red flowers blooming on the Quarter’s broken mosaic tiles. Very soon Dream will follow him – of this he is certain.

But now. Now Oneiros mourns. Oneiros grieves.

Dream remembers.

The next day the Wing has vanished. A new place lists itself on the Groundkeeper’s Book of Records: a garden filled with red blossoms. The flowers are a new variety, never before seen, in a dream or otherwise. Later, much, much later, when dreamers find themselves in the garden, they are certain that – as the lightly-clinging petals float in the wind – they could almost hear them sing.

#the sandman #dream of the endless #sandman meta #that borders on fic or oneshot #this is as canon-compliant as a fic could get tbh #morpheus #netflix the sandman #the sandman spoilers #brief lives #orpheus sandman #sandman fic #lord morpheus #oneiros #greek mythology references

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huxs-waifu · 1 year

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10,000 Nights - Final Chapter - Greek tragedy **Smut**

Chapter Summary:

So here we are at the final chapter of this story, We have the Honeymoon enjoy the final smut , as always please drop a comment.

Thank you to everyone who has supported me and this fiction for the last 2 years! It's really been a labour of love and opened so many doors for me. Please do not threat though this is not the end of Chrissy and my strange - I've got an NSFW alphabet and a few extras coming.

AS well as a spin-off/ sequel series - the working title is Norse/Greek Tragedy. So if you want to know what happens to Chalice in the future this will be her story! with a particular Trickster god named Loki ;) along with her relationship with mum and dad but not as you expect.

Part Twelve - 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

After the wedding, we retired to a honeymoon suite that Tony had offered up. Stephen carried me over the threshold traditionally not via a portal, he decided he wanted at least some normal parts of a wedding. That was the whole point of having a second wedding.

Strange practically tumbled me onto the bed and started loosening his tie.

"Woah someone can't wait tonight, relax it's our honeymoon" sitting up and taking his hands in mine gently taking the fingers away from the loosened tie.

"I want to make another one. A baby that is not an interdimensional rift"

"You want another one already. Like literally right now. You know how much trouble chalice caused us"

"Well my little wife. I want to make lot with you. Plus it's a lot more fun making one intentionally ."

"Ok calm down Daddy," I smirked. A pang jolted through Stephen, his blue eyes dilated.

"You finally did it. You called me Daddy!"

"Oh, no little one you will be calling me Daddy from now on. No more of that old man business." Grabbing my ass pulling me into him, as I stood up from the bed. his dress trousers are straining half-mast already. "Do you understand how delicious that sounds coming out of your mouth, wife?"

"I'd been saving it up. Anyway, you ARE a daddy now old man" getting on my knees,

Poking him in the chest. Before continuing to take off the tie.

"Well if I can't continue with the old man routine. What about you calling me little one? I'm not that girl you followed into a wine closet."

"No, you're not. Yes, it does work both ways. You are a woman. A bright celestial goddess. You are all women to me. Every inch of your curves, your pinprick scars that litter your body. Your blood that runs hot and your milk that flows to feed our child. Are all women, My wife" capturing our lips together. “Now Goddess, I wish for you to get back on this bed.”

“In the dress still?” Swaying the skirts of the tulle back and forth. Watching his eyes change to that of hunger, like a snake being hypnotised by the movement. ”Be a shame to waste the lingerie underneath, i know how much you adore your Wife in it”

A low growl escapes his mouth in pleasure, before flicking his hand to the side of him the dress falling off around my ankles and sliding away much as the cape does with its scared. Bared to him the pump this time was attached to my arm hidden by the voluminous sleeves of the dress. “You never fail to surprise me my goddess with your pump-hiding skills”

“Face it it's one of the reasons you like me.”

“Oh its up there on the list with many things I love about you Chrissy. Including your underwear choices.” his hands reach out enjoying touching the golden yellow bra cup, the silk gliding over his fingertips. Not that he could feel it but silk gave his hands a nice cooling sensation. The white lace edges contrasted beautifully, and don't even get him started on the thong that was barely there.

Looking up at him I capture his lips again, his grip tightening on my breast. “It's time to get you undressed too.” whispering between kisses. I grab hold of his wrist though before he can magically remove them.” no magic!” As I discard his suit jacket, he stops groping me to shake his hands in defeat. Getting to work on the shirt buttons. Every Centimetre relieved of his porcelain skin had me giddy with joy. My hand sliding inside his shirt to feel the skin-to-skin contact, making light tracings over this well-toned lean pecs before continuing the shirt removal.

“We're going to be all night if you keep up like this.”

“Paintance Wizard, we've got the rest of our lives together.”

“Well the former supreme has waited 1000’s years , I think I owe it to him to speed this up.” flicking his trousers off to join the rest of the suit. before taking each side of my face and receiving a hungry kiss. My own hands are firmly pressed on his chest as he walks me backwards onto the bed. “Now my beautiful wife do as I say and spread those legs.”

Moving into the centre of the bed, complying with his demands. Coyly opening my legs wide to show off the barely-there underwear.The bed dipped lightly as he sits in front on his knees eys filled with lust before even touching me his hands connecting to my hips all the same. As with his best grip possible the coolness of them glade down the sides of the thong. Removing them “see you don't need magic to do everything.”

“You always say that but I do”

“No, you don't, I love your hands. I love every inch of you. Your amazing magic or not.”

“Darling, you are the most wonderful person in the world.” As strange dips capturing my lips his fingers start to weave in and out of my folds with his fingers. A moan escapes me and into his mouth, causing him to smirk. “Please allow me to give you pleasure before you give me mine. Goddess, I intend to worship all of you tonight. Kissing down my jaw, over the clavicle, across the shoulder and stopped kissing above the pump. “That's every part of you.” fingers enter deeper making a sweet scissoring motion before drawing back out.

A low husky mewl releases from me as they pull out completely. The doctor positioned himself in front letting his ridge member slap a couple of times before finding his placement inside me.The sticky sloppy draw of my pussy dragged up and down Stephens's cock. He looked upon me with a gleeful grin, eyes connecting in the darkness. Before a flash of madness passed through them his thrusts became ploughing movements making the bed squeak with every pump of hips. Making sure to bottom out every time. My body gladly takes every inch of him and more.

Growling sitting up, I hooked an arm around his neck and legs around his waist. The thrusts are deep and lounging as we grind against one another. Lost in the ecstasy of the sweaty lust filled the room. Sweat dripping down our bodies, I closed my eyes only to be met by his forehead against mine. “ Look at me Chrissy, I want you to look into my eyes as I take you over the edge.”Swallowing feeling the change in movement to one of eager pace, hitting the indie of me in that special place. His hands hooked into the hair at the back of my head. Opening my eyes to see my now husband looking so intensely at my face. “Fucking celestial.”

At those words my body broke down into its release, Stephan chasing his own in three more powerful blows. His seed becoming nestled in me, time stopped as if the stone in the eye knew we needed it.

The morning after.

Placing a hand on his chest pushing Strange back into the pillows. The White silk of the honeymoon suite is the complete difference from the sumptuous red of the sanctum four-poster bed. Tracking each mole and scar lazily before giving a soft kiss to the centre of his body.

As I draw back up. His hands grab at the ample and tender breast flesh hanging above him. Kneading the skin."I can feel it. Your heart is beating."

"Beats only for you, Stephen "

"I love you. I can't tell you enough." Moving his hand from my body clutching at my face. "I never want to be lonely again. I'm glad i found you in this universe, makes me almost feel sad for the others in theirs, that don't have you."

Bending over, the style of hair coming unravelled one side. Placing a kiss on his lips. Smooching away at my now husband. Kneed on top straddling him. "I want to tell you how much I love every day. Spend 10,000 nights with you and 10,000 more."

So we spend every night together from that moment on. A good year when by, with love and laughter. Until that one faithful day when, a spaceship crashed and Strange ran after tony.

*SNAP*

@too-short-for-my-own-good @avengershumanresources @fluffyprettykitty @d0ct0rstrangewife @type1diabetesinfandom @strangelockd

#dr stephen strange #Dr Strange #dr strange marvel #dr strange x ofc #dr strange smut #dr strange x reader #dr strange x oc #Marvel multiverse #Marvel Comics #greek mythology references #diabetic fiction #diabetic character #marvel cinematic universe #mcu fanfiction #mcu smut #marvel cinematic universe smut #strangebatch #benedict cumberbatch

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thekagehinacafe · 1 year

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cocoa powder (greek mythology references), as much espresso as you want, and blackberry syrup?

u got it! ur order coming right up~

[greek mythology references, non-explicit smut, sunlight/shadow parallels]

the way you move is like a full-on rainstorm

Tobio is a storm, lightning and thunder, dark knotted clouds and rain twisting together leaving fingerprint bruises on Shoyo's throat. Like the crackle of an earthquake, the howl of gale wind, he moans into Shoyo's skin, leaving bite marks and saliva on his collarbones.

Tobio is tearing trees down, tearing Shoyo's clothes off, desperate to get at flesh and quench the tempest in his gut. He rips cloth from shoulder, lycra from thighs. He devotes everything he has - his cyclone, his blizzard - to his husband, entertaining their burning need, their clashing weather, the sunlight dappled with needy claws.

He pushes his husband to the wall, crashing his waves against Shoyo's, overwhelming him with a tsunami of attention, his thirst a force of nature.

Shoyo is just as hungry, his sunbeam fingernails scratching at shoulder blades, pulling at hair, pushing himself further toward his lover, getting as close as he can.

Together, they are contrasting winds, hot and cold; a tornado, twisting, burning, wanting. They crave eachother, as the sea craves the shore. They forget any semblance of humanity; for now, they are a typhoon, devastating cities, anemoi controlling the gusts of howling wind. For now they are aurai, destroying buildings, wreaking havoc, needing eachother as though they were starving.

Tobio is a hurricane, and Shoyo is its eye.

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cheesewelsom · 2 years

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Drew to percy : whenever i look at you.. i want to die like the one who invented marathon running.

Drew to Jason : i was totally narcissus between the two of us, you were just echo.

Drew to piper : currently turning into even more Narcissus.

Drew to Reyna :... How was relaying on one person then dying when he does?

#drew tanaka #Percy jackson #Jason Grace #Piper McLean #praetor reyna #Drew being a little shit #greek mythology references

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frayedblorbos · 2 months

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Maggie’s Adventures Contents Page:

Ch1: Time Is A Sentimental Dad Of 9 - In which fluff occurs and Time wants to steal Wind’s pictobox.

Ch2: A Child Can Solve A Dungeon Better Than You - In which they get trapped in a dungeon and Maggie needs to prompt the Chain into solving it.

Ch3: Brother Twilight, Brother Dusk - In which the Chain tease Twilight over Maggie’s attachment to his lupine form and puzzle out things she has said in Gerudo.

Ch4: Malon Helps Maggie Build A Cucco Army - In which the Chain will be given heart-attacks after Maggie becomes best friends with Eve the Cucco.

Ch5: In Need Of Magic Daises? Maggie’s Got You! - In which the process of collecting daises includes picking up nine injured strangers that tumble out of a portal.

Ch6: In Which Malon Adopts A Random Lost Kid - In which Malon meets a lost Maggie for the first time.

Ch7: Let Children Delight In The Rain - In which Legend has too much unhealed trauma from thunderstorms and can’t say no to Maggie.

Ch8: Geese: The Minions Of Demise - In which the heroes and Maggie are on the run from evil.

Ch9: A Library Of Ghosts (Pt1) - In which Warriors knows more than he’s letting on as they traverse the library of the gods and find more than they are looking for.

Ch10: The Weeping Angels Of Beinn Moore (Pt1) - In which a portal drops them into a dangerous situation in Maggie’s era where the remnants of Ganon’s influence aren’t quite gone yet.

Ch11: The Weeping Angels Of Beinn Moore (Pt2) - In which Wind knows that Warriors is hiding something and is determined to figure it out before they come close to dying.

Ch12: Hello Mister Magpie, Where is Your Partner? - In which Maggie likes Legend’s stuff, Legend likes his stuff too, Ravio likes Legend, and Legend is no longer in denial.

Ch13: A Library Of Ghosts (Pt2) - In which they can only hope they’ve found what they’re looking for and it becomes increasingly clear that there are things in motion.

Ch14: The Chain Are Subject To Horsey Shenanigans - In which tiny child meets giant horse, the Chain freak out, and a horse finds Warriors’ hair delicious.

Ch15: A Night For Drinking, Dancing And Dreaming - In which the Links get to wind down and get drunk, Maggie is having the time of her life, Time is undoubtedly a Dad and Malon loves her family.

#anemoiaverse #ao3 fanfic #dr who references #greek mythology references #linked universe??

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khr-guilded-cage · 3 months

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I know I talk how much I hate Luce for her 'greater good'

But this fic portraited her so well as the Seer That Cannot Change Fate

The one nobody ever believes

#luce di giglio nero #katekyo hitman reborn #khr #giglio nero #cassandra #greek mythology references

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notacluedo · 1 year

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Long hair won out in the end rip all the short haired Menelaus truthers

Art used as reference from littleulvar on twitter: https://twitter.com/littleulvar https://twitter.com/littleulvar/status/1210636583713591296

#His hair is looking ORANGE #Homer like his hair is auburn :/ it’s auburn if u reduce the saturation smh #He turned out weirdly viking esque?? I think it’s the braided hair ??#Majestic if I do say so myself #Menelaus #greek mythology art #my art #the Iliad #trojan war #Greek myth #a #Also an ATTEMPT was made at Bronze Age armour #I don’t know if my reference was reliable #fuck it we ball

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itseghost · 9 months

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kiss from an angel of death

i really hope 2 finish this painting one day but i just have not been able to get around to it even though i do like how its turning out haha

(yes, i know than's costume should be flipped so what i drew on the right is on the left, i plan on flipping the composition and fixing stuff from there, bc i dont want the wing pauldron covering their faces teehee)

#hades #hades game #thanzag #thanatos #zagreus #hades fanart #digital painting #greek mythology #my art #artists on tumblr #itseart #i reaaaally want to finish it #i planned this as a print initially too haha #wanted to try painting something more classical looking #but i think i just need better reference for the lighting #wil probably. look at leyendecker tbh #plus they are so special 2 me

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seireiteihellbutterfly · 3 months

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Sunflower Valentine

artwork by @eu--lalia

Higurma Masterlist

Imagine leaving Higuruma a bouquet of sunflowers on his desk on Valentine's day.

He'll quickly deduce that whoever left them was making a play on his name and his career as a lawyer. So it's someone he knows.

Although he'd prefer roses if someone was leaving him flowers, he's flattered nonetheless that there's a person believing he's bouquet worthy.

The little card that came with them says 'To balance out your gloominess'.

He'll chuckle to himself 'Gloomy? I'm not gloomy. Broody perhaps.'

The rest of his day is spent trying to figure out who sent them, and he'll have a goofy grin on his face whenever he glances at them. He'll try his best to draw attention to them every time someone comes in the room, like he's not so discreetly saying 'someone sent me a Valentine's bouquet!'

"Pretty bouquet." You comment as you walk in to hand him a report.

"Oh, noticed them did you? Looks like I'm popular around here," he'll drawl, trying not to look too pleased with himself.

"Or it could mean someone doesn't want to look at you again."

His smugness fades. "What do you mean?"

"Oh cmon, you know the old Greek tale? Apollo turned his lover Clytie into a sunflower so that he'd never have to look at her face again after she betrayed him to a sea nymph."

His cheer immediately drops and you feel bad for him. "But I doubt that. Very few people know that fact. I'm sure whoever sent them intends to see your face again. Perhaps the next day morning."

"Next day morning?" he sounds confused.

You nod your head. "Yeah. Sunflowers need to be plucked in the early morning otherwise they wilt. So maybe whoever sent them was hoping they'd see your face the next morning after you've... Wilted."

You give him a playful smirk and walk out.

"Wilted...? What...?"

It takes a few seconds before the cogs in his brain start work.

"Hold on now y/n!"

He scrambles out of the office behind you.

Sunflower divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

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huxs-waifu · 2 years

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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…”

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