“If two souls were meant to be, then it matters not where they are, for they are together in their heart” - ToT
Submission Rules:
One character per submission X gn reader
M: Albedo, Ayato, Childe, Dainsleif, Diluc, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Thoma, Xiao, Zhongli
F: Ganyu, Jean, Biedou
‘Pull’ Up to Three Cards (mix and match any way you'd like)
see prompt list under the cut
!!special random reading available upon request!!
Submission time frame :: May 8th - May 31st
Prompts:
Destined Fate (fluff)
The Sun - protection, refreshed souls
Justice - empathy, compassion, truth
The Chariot - Successes and accomplishments
The Emperor - comfort, support, guidance
The Magician - healing, transformation
The lovers - true love, soulmates
The world (reversed) - reader choice
Neutral Fate (general)
The Empress - domestic, nature themes
The Star - destiny, celestial
The Moon - creativity
The Heirophant - knowledge, learning
Wheel of Fortune - new beginnings
Temperance - confidence, evolution
The World (reversed) - reader choice
Tarnished Fate (angst)
The Devil - uncertainties, insecurities
The Hermit - isolation, loneliness
The Fool - fear or losing something
The Tower - catastrophe, ruin
The Emperor (rev) - misunderstandings
The Lovers (rev) - heartbreak
The World (rev) - reader choice
ask example: “Hey, Hazel! Could I have a pull of the magician, the star, and the moon, with Xiao? Thank you!”
!Reading of Fate!
Option 1: a random pull of three cards (from any of the categories) with which I will craft a story!
Opt 1 ask example: “Hey, Hazel! I’d like a ‘reading of fate’ with Zhongli please!”
Option 2: a random pull from a card set, i.e love, domestic, angst, fluff with which I will craft a story
Opt 2 ask example: "hi! I'd like a fluff reading of fate, with Diluc?! Thank you so much!"
!!!! all works & ideas created by Hazel, recreations, reposts not allowed even with credit provided -- tarot cards are used for aesthetic purposes only (theory and function have not been considered during the development of this event) !!!
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Strings of Fate
Thanks to @fearlessinger for betaing!
AO3
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I walked swiftly to the Fates’ chambers. I did not like to venture there too often - watching the different threads be spun, woven, and cut, sent some strange shivers down my spine.
Still, there were certain occasions, certain reasons why I would travel to them, instead of demanding that they come to me. This was one of them.
Gaea may be defeated and scattered, but those who helped pave the way to her ascension still remain. I would be merciful towards most of them - my wife, though she defied me, was at least attempting to fight against our grandmother - but Apollo’s arrogance, his defiance, could not be countenanced. I’d been too light on him these last couple of millennia. It seemed he needed another lesson on his place.
I checked behind me, ensuring I wasn’t being followed, before heading through the Fates’ entryway. No one knew how I removed other gods’ powers, and I did not want to change that. If they knew, they might try it with other gods. I was too strong for them to succeed in depowering, but if they worked together…
I shook my head. I didn’t even know whether multiple gods exerting their will would make a difference, or whether it had to be one god, alone. In any case, they’d never learn of how I did it. I glanced at the bottle of Lethe water I’d gathered a few hours ago. Last time I was able to exert my will onto Apollo strongly enough to keep him asleep for the short amount of time it took to strip him of his powers, but with how I’d struggled lately…
No, no. It’d be fine. I’d send him down easily, just like the other two times. The humiliation of working as a slave to the demigods would be even more acute after all this time - it would humble him, ensure he didn’t try to defy me again.
As I looked across the Fates’ room, I saw the god who’d been consuming my thoughts for the last few days - Apollo, locked in an enchanted sleep, golden threads woven around him to form a cage.
I turned away. I did not need Apollo himself for this. I was storing him here mostly for my own convenience, though it also enabled me to check more easily on how my depowering efforts were proceeding.
Instead, I made my way to the most sacred, and most hidden of the Fates’ strings: those belonging to us Olympians.
Carefully, I picked out Apollo’s string. It glowed vibrantly, as the strings of all divine beings do. Mine most brilliantly of all, of course, though Apollo’s always seemed to be trying to outshine it. I firmly grasped hold of it, matching its own glow with my own. Slowly, I exerted my will, my power, pressing my radiance against the manifestation of Apollo’s, slowly increasing my light until it overpowered his.
Yet, it resisted me, its glow strengthening, refusing to surrender. I grit my teeth. “I am Zeus, King of the Gods, and your father. Submit to me.”
The light flickered, but only barely. I pressed harder and harder, until beads of divine sweat rolled down my face.
After several minutes of effort, Apollo’s string could not hold out any longer. It gave off one last explosion of light, strong enough to knock me back several steps, and flickered out - but only for a moment. Then it returned to its former exuberance, shining just as it did before.
My breath caught in my throat. I’d had difficulty overpowering Poseidon’s divinity after that coup attempt millennia ago, but, after some effort, I’d managed to reduce his power and bind him to another’s orders. I’d expected that sort of resistance - my brothers were at a similar power level to me, though still below, of course.
Apollo’s string had resisted far more mightily than even Poseidon’s had.
I sat down heavily. It was just as I’d feared. My power had waned these last few centuries, to the point that I was only barely stronger than my fellow Olympians. Weak to the point where, even with over half of the other Olympians helping me, I still could not slay Typhon - If Poseidon hadn’t entered the fray, we would have fallen.
In my current state, unable to even wrest Apollo’s divinity away from him, I’d have no chance in doing so with my siblings. I had suspected as much for a long time, but with this confirmation…
I shook my head. This state of affairs could not stand. Something had to be done.
I peered at Apollo’s string. I’d assumed, at a glance, that I’d been unable to leave any impact on it. Upon closer inspection, its glow was ever-so-slightly dimmer.
I had succeeded in chipping away a tiny fraction of Apollo’s godhood.
It wasn’t much, about the equivalent of removing a single water drop from a gallon-size bucket. But it was there.
I could still proceed with my original plan.
No. Not quite my original plan. I could not count on my son to be sufficiently subdued from merely experiencing the level of mortality he’d had before: I would need to ensure that his rebellious spirit was tamed to the point he’d never think of defying me again, until his divinity easily submitted to my own.
I would drain all but the last few drops of his divinity, overpower him until any more would destroy him entirely. His resistance had left me with no choice. It was his own fault - if his divinity had given in the way it had the first two times, I would’ve been content to leave him with more.
He could not be the only one to learn this lesson. I had been too lax with the rest of my family, given them too free a hand. I would have to remind them of my power.
They would watch the trials Apollo would have to go through, the lengths he’d need to go to in order to receive my mercy, my forgiveness. It was the kindest thing to do - if that did not work, if the other gods still disobeyed me, thought themselves to be my equal… the consequences would be their own fault.
I reached out, taking hold of Apollo’s string once again. I would do this however many times it took, to ensure that everyone stayed in their rightful place.
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(A/N) I wanted to nail down what, exactly, Zeus DID to Apollo to turn him into a mortal, since it affects my writing for Gods' Eye View. After thinking about it long and hard, I hit upon this scenario. I mean, we've seen one other case of a god's divinity being revoked, with Apollo revoking Nero's divinity. I figure that a string of fate could work here, in place of some fasces. And with the Fates being referenced several times throughout the series, it makes sense that they'd be involved in Apollo's depowering in some way. Plus, this explains how Zeus was able to depower even his own brother - his will, his divinity, was strong enough to overwhelm even Poseidon's, back in ancient times.
My idea for how the next several months would go: Apollo naps for most of it, waking up occasionally and freaking out, only for Zeus to feed him some Lethe water (to make him forget about being in the Fates' chambers. He doesn't want Apollo to figure out how he's able to depower him) and sending him back to sleep. Zeus is gonna have a very frustrating, tedious time of it, having to repeat that process with overpowering Apollo's string for hours a day, every day, for months.
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