AU where Michael survives the fall off the Williamsburg Bridge, but is badly injured, so Apollo brings him over to Asclepius to heal back up, and get physical therapy and occupational therapy, but Apollo and Asclepius (and Epione and hers and Asclepius' children) are all gods and have no sense of time, so they accidently keep Michael away from the rest of the half-bloods for eleven months until Jason, Leo, and Piper go to get the Physicians Cure, and to their surprise a demigod is there.
Now, since Asclepius has been focusing on healing Michael and also barely leaves Epidaurus, he also forgot to tell Michael about the whole war thing, so he's honestly really confused.
And then Leo recognizes him because Will has a picture of Michael on his quiver (and while giving the tour to Leo, the picture caught his eye and stuck, because adhd really makes you remember the randomest stuff) and tells him everything.
Michael is stubborn so when he hears about said war, he's ready to go, bows blazing, he wants to help. Asclepius thinks this is actually a terrible idea because you've barely been able to walk for a few months without crutches, and are still not at full strength, and Dad'll be disappointed if I let you go, but Michael's going.
So, along with the physicians cure, Jason, Leo, and Piper bring one feral Apollo kid back to the Argo II.
Percy thinks he's hallucinating because the guy he accidently killed is right there and maybe Tartarus messed him up more than he thought, and Annabeth is gaping at him.
Hazel and Frank have never been more confused in their life, which is saying a lot because both of them have the tendency to get confused over tiny things.
So, Michael becomes a temp member of the Argo II. Him and Frank get along amazing, and are always taking about archery and comparing bows (Frank's nearly two feet taller than Michael so his bow is actually twice Michael's bows size). And him and Percy have a much needed talk about the battle.
Sad part is Michael has to watch his father be banished and not heard from in six months (not fun), but good news is when Apollo does show up, we can get some quality Michael and Meg friendship! Apollo wishes they'd never met, but Meg adores Michael so much.
Meg jabbed Apollo with her elbow. "Your son is so cool."
Apollo glanced at where his eldest son at camp was currently chasing Sherman Yang with a broken arrow shaft, cursing with a variety of colorful language that, if he hadn't heard Meg say worse, he would be tempted to cover her ears. "I agree."
Meg clicked her tongue. "Must have got it from his mother, because you're lame."
Apollo gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. "Meg, you wound me!"
Meg chuckled softly. "Sucks to face the truth."
Another awesome scene could be Will, Kayla, and Austin reuniting with him, or Michael getting to curse out Octavian! (Would pay money to see).
Will I do anything with this AU? Maybe. I have too many WIP right now to dedicate time to it, but maybe it'll come sooner or later. I definitely want to write a Michael survives story (all the ones I've read are actually some of my favorite things ever), but whether I choose to do this one is up in the air.
this is specifically for the rrverse versions of Apollo's immortal kids! but feel free to think about it in the mythology context too! :3
Hymenaeus
still has a room in Apollo's palace
still sleeps in it
but he also has a room in Eros's because he's an Erote
this makes for some awkward situations when Apollo and/or Eros have to go to the other's place to grab him for something or other
they basically share custody of him
divorced dads behavior
when he was little he tried to get people to marry his dad because he reeeally wanted to plan his dad's wedding
technically, he succeeded, because he was the one who made Apollo/Cyrene's marriage official XD
his hair is fluffy like a sheep's fluff. also somewhere between strawberry-blonde and a very light amber. and reaches to just under his chin. don't forget the floppiness tho >:3
has his dad's bright blue eyes
LOVES his dad's swans. and corvids. he loves birds.
probably because he also has wings
wings are brilliantly white with a soft pink and gold flush
never looks older than 16
many of the other Erotes find Apollo hot. Hymen is distinctly horrified to know this.
Himeros: Your dad's a DILF
Hymen: a what?
Anteros: don't you dare-
Himeros: A Dad I'd Like to FUCK-
Hymen: *much screaming*
Ialemus
also still has a room in Apollo's palace
as a matter of fact, he still lives in said room
his room is also in apollo's basement (he wanted it there)
he is the emo kid. but he's also not necessarily antisocial
he just likes his solitude. and honestly, mood
imagine dragons is a favorite band. and hozier. he likes "slower" songs as well as sad ones
has Apollo's long hair, but in a very dark brown
has vivid green eyes. like radioactive ones.
likes ponytails
cows are his favorite animal
they are calm creatures he can ramble too so he likes them
knows a lot about things. comes with listening rather than talking ;)
WILL infodump
Apollonides
these girls are the PARTY KIDS
they are the ones throwing parties in their dad's house at 2 am
they also still live in Apollo's palace
frequent clubs and discos; can be seen at concert venues and are in many of the big city concerts (ie, Las Vegas, Madrid, Vienna, ect.)
Borysthenis is the 'oldest' (Hypatē - the lowerest & first string on the lyre); has curly brown hair and dark green eyes
Apollonis is the 'middle' (Mesē - the middle string); has Apollo's blonde hair, but straight, and dark eyes (crow-like, even... >;3)
and Cephisso is the 'youngest' (Nētē - the highest string); has poofy black hair and silvery-blue eyes
Hypatē has a comfy sort of style, such as sweaters and sandals
Mesē likes to wear aesthetically dark clothes with silver accents
Nētē wears blouses and loose jackets
one time they highjacked the sun chariot and got away with it by pulling the puppy eyes
they have demigod children in CHB
Asclepius
the baby
died at 15- still treated like he's 10
snuck onto the Argo mission at 13
Idmon and Orpheus played pass the babysitter with Jason
He kicked Heracles in the shins once for "trying to steal my dad's stuff!!"
Atalanta and Asclepius were buddies
The Boreads played games with him to keep him occupied
went on the Calydonian Boar Hunt to make sure Atalanta didn't 1) hurt herself; or 2) kill someone
he grew up in the beginning stages of CHB
in 'camp' with him were: Jason (the oldest), Atalanta (raised by bears), and Hippolytus (it was his boarding school).
Theseus dropped by sometimes and Asclepius was able to smuggle his way into his belongs so he could visit Athens. just because :)
Jason and Atalanta freaked out and they and Hippolytus went on a 'quest' to find him
Phoebe the hunter is his favorite sister
he befriends snakes quickly
he died at 15
his death pushed Phoebe into distancing herself from her other siblings
when he was resurrected, he wasn't allowed to see Apollo
his only visitors in his prison medical school is his wife and children. he hasn't seen or heard from his father or any sibling in centuries.
has his mother's shiny black hair but his father's curls as well as his bright blue eyes
Aristaeus
the REAL baby
has anxiety
severe imposter syndrome
pov: all your siblings are great and wonderful and accomplished people. and you made cheese and honey :)
mom and dad were very proud of u ofc but you feel like you didn't even do much
especially when your cool older brother went on the Argo mission even though he knew he would die (RIP Idmon)
gets easily defensive over agriculture (specifically the innovations and how they have taken over the Good Ol' Days's way aka his way)
(he got that from his dad <3)
he also got his dad's blonde hair, but in a honey tone. his skin tone is also darker and closer in shade to Cyrene's
makes really good charcuterie boards
hangs out in the Midwest
visits his mom in Cyrene, Libya (he is a good son ty)
(ironically) mice are his favorite from his dad's sacred animals
he hates locusts though
don't u love it that apollo's number is 7 and he has 7 immortal kids...
Fandom: Trials of Apollo
Rating: Gen
Genre: Family
Characters: Asclepius, Apollo
After the storm, something was different. Asclepius couldn't put his finger on what..
@toapril-official TOApril day 3 - Hope Breathed Alive. I wasn't sure what to do for this one and it fought me a bit but Asclepius felt like a good fit for the prompt so I stubborned my way through!
Something had happened. Asclepius couldn’t put his finger on it, but an inability to identify what had happened did not mean he was incapable of recognising that something had.
It was a shift in the air, the crisp freshness that followed in the aftermath of a storm – and he was qualified to talk on the matter, as one of many members of the “slain by lightning” club. The ranks of those that had since regained a form of life were far, far more exclusive, and there were days when he almost wished he wasn’t one of them.
Almost. He’d enjoyed his life as a demigod well enough, but he would not choose to go back, nor would he choose to give up his godhood entirely. Even imprisoned as he was, shut away from father, siblings and children alike, stumbled across very rarely by demigods and unlucky mortals who more often than not fell afoul of the Hygieia automaton, the headiness of being a god, of what felt like infinity at his fingertips, was addictive.
The lack of knowledge of the outside world grated, at times. He got few visitors of the immortal variety, and no-one who did drop by would give him much by way of news. His punishment for his hubris, he assumed, although most of the time it did not overly vex him. Less distractions meant he could better focus on medical research and training – and the Hygieia automaton’s victims gave him an almost-steady stream of patients to use his ever-expanding knowledge on.
This time, Asclepius wanted to know what had happened. He was isolated but not cut off entirely; he could still see the sky, could still hear the thunder cracking as lightning lashed the sky into fragments. Even in the Asclepion, he wasn’t comfortable when the storms came, the feeling of millions of volts coursing through his body, shredding his nerves and arresting his heart one that would never fade from an immortal’s perfect memory.
The storm that had just passed had been immense. Asclepius had been glad to be away from it, shutting windows and doors to stop any chance of the weather coming in. Better to shut the world away, to shut himself away from the world and the wrath of the king of the gods and hunker down, waiting it out in the safety of his prison and distracting himself with the latest mortal research.
He didn’t know what had triggered his grandfather’s anger and he didn’t want to know.
He did, however, want to know why things felt different, in the aftermath. He had experienced thousands of storms over the millennia, had seen the skies clearing over and over again, but never had it felt like this, before. Something new, something sharp and crisp. Something unfamiliar.
Asclepius did not have his father’s skill with words. He could not even begin to describe what it was, if something was missing, or if something had appeared. Tangible, or intangible.
All he could do was try to put it out of his mind and pull the latest edition of The Lancet towards him, flicking through the pages to absorb the new angles mortal minds had come up with. He had no doubt he was related to some of the authors contained within, either through his father or from his own children’s descendants, but none of the names were familiar in that way, just familiar from exposure, other articles he’d read before.
Burying his head in medical literature and ignoring the world passing by outside his prison was a time-honoured tactic, and very rarely failed him.
This time, it couldn’t quite quell the unease, the discomfort at knowing something had changed but not knowing what, and knowing that there was nothing he could do about it wasn’t enough to squash the last strains of disturbance. No matter how much he tried.
Time passed, the way it always did. Asclepius had long since stopped trying to measure the passage. More volumes of journals were delivered and devoured, the information consumed and slotted in to his ever-expanding mental understanding and capacity for medicine. Compared to his father, he might be a specialised god, but he was a hyper-specialised god and was content with that.
Outside his office, the Hygieia automaton clattered. That by itself wasn’t unusual, and it was hardly uncommon for the sounds to be those of combat, either. It took guarding him seriously.
What was unusual was the way it fell silent so suddenly. There was no sound of destruction, no cascading sounds of metal falling, breaking away, or any other signs of damage. No sound at all, and it piqued Asclepius’ curiosity enough that he put down his pen from where he’d been scrawling notes on his latest research and turned to face the door.
The opening door, and that wasn’t unheard of, but it was rare. The Hygieia automaton was not easily nor often passed. Given how quickly it had silenced, this was another feeling of something different, to accompany the difference since the last, violent storm.
Blond hair, gold eyes set into a sun-kissed tan face appeared, a figure as eternally youthful as they had been the last time Asclepius had set eyes on them, and with it came the realisation that mortal memories were fallible, even for demigods that had since ascended into godhood.
Because Asclepius knew who was walking into his office, felt it with every fibre of his being, every strain of his essence as it sang out in the familiarity of home, but his memories were blurred and fuzzy, almost non-existent. Smudges of colour, and strains of song.
Immortal memories were perfect, but Asclepius had never seen the other god like this. Not since dying and ascending. Contact had been forbidden, even with the sun chariot soaring overhead every day.
There was no-one else the other god could be, though.
“Father?” he asked, his voice catching and rasping a little, because this was different, too. A good different, but a different nonetheless, and he didn’t know what to expect.
Apollo’s eyes raked over him, and Asclepius knew he had never seen them like this before, because they defied mortal comprehension as they flickered with the light of a thousand suns, with fire and music and fractals that could drive a mortal mind insane.
“Asclepius,” his father said, in a voice that sounded like melodies and harmonies and sunlight dancing over plains and mountains. That was more familiar, a sound he’d heard snatches of since his ascension, even if it had been screaming and pleading, back then. “Son.”
“You’re not allowed to be here.” It wasn’t what Asclepius wanted to say, but it was what passed his lips, echoes of the storm ringing in his ears and lightning scorching through his nerves.
Apollo beamed.
“Things have changed,” he said, and he took another step into the room, leaving the door open behind him. Asclepius watched his hand extend out towards him, palm up in an invitation but falling short of touching him, leaving the onus on Asclepius to meet him halfway, to make the choice to touch his father again, after so many millennia without. “Come.”
It was an order and request, rolled into one. There was no fear, no hesitation, and the smile that settled on Apollo’s face was calm, relaxed. Patient.
Waiting.
Asclepius wanted to take it. Millennia apart, millennia of years added to his age since he was a fifteen year old mortal boy standing over a freshly-breathing body and facing down the wrath of the gods, yet the instinct to run into his father’s arms ran as powerfully as it had those millennia ago. He wanted to take it.
But Apollo wasn’t supposed to be there, was explicitly forbidden by Zeus from even attempting to make contact from a distance, and Asclepius knew that Apollo didn’t always obey his father, but he also knew that disobedience had consequences, and he wasn’t prepared to be the reason Apollo went through any more.
Asclepius hesitated, torn between wanting his father, and needing his father to be safe.
Apollo’s smile didn’t waver, his hand didn’t hesitate, didn’t drop.
“It’s okay,” he said, and he was the god of so much, a god that encompassed so much of humanity, yet at that moment he was just Asclepius’ father, while Asclepius was a young child desperately seeking parental reassurance. “Things have changed, Asclepius. You can leave, if you want. It’s safe.”
There were things that weren’t being said. Asclepius could hear the gaps, the non-answers clearly beneath his father’s words.
“Safe for who?” he asked, meeting Apollo’s eyes squarely and challenging him to tell the truth, and the whole truth. No pretty lies to help Asclepius and backfire on Apollo later.
That time, his father hesitated, words sticking in his throat and being swallowed back down, stealing the smile from his face for a single, mortal heartbeat before it reappeared again and his lips parted.
“Both of us,” he said, promised, and it wasn’t an oath on the Styx but there was meaning in the words anyway, a heaviness in the air as they hung between them. “It’s over.”
Everything was giving Asclepius more questions than answers, but his father was the god of truth and truth was what sang out of his voice. Sincerity, and a promise that closing the gap wouldn’t doom either of them.
Asclepius wanted it.
He reached out, fingers brushing his father’s and sending an eternal warmth, hot like the sun on a midsummer’s day, streaking through his essence. He hadn’t felt cold before, but now that he could feel the sun he wondered how he’d ever been warm without it.
Apollo tightened his grip, and his smile grew, dominating his face until even Asclepius’ godly eyes found it difficult to focus on the sight.
He didn’t need his eyes to hear the next two words, words that still raised more questions than answers, but shed shackles he’d spent his entire immortal existence chained by.
This side blog will be solely dedicated to making fake tweets and incorrect quotes revolving around the children of Apollo in Rick Riordan's Greco-Roman series, as well as possibly some children of Apollo from Mythology as well.
While I may include non-Apollo children/legacies, each post will include at minimum one Apollo child to stay with the theme.
Some of these may include mentions of the fanfiction This Family Makes Me Want to Murder People which is written by myself (TheAmazingMaddy or @theamazingmaddyas) including my own hcs, and some may involve everyone lives/nobody dies AUs. I will tag accordingly.
For characters without surnames I have given the following:
Jerry Hughes
Leung Yan
Gracie Parker
Lastly, for some of the incorrect quotes, I may use an incorrect quotes generator or a different media, and again, if I do, I will tag accordingly.
Hope you find these as funny and entertaining as I do!
Asclepius (God of Medicine and Healing) is the primary doctor of all Demigod Children of Apollo— up until the point in which they arrive to Camp Half-Blood. He makes certain that each of his half-siblings have regular checkups, medications available, and a specific surgeon (himself) for medical emergencies.
He tiptoes around the “No Contact Rule” by using the excuse of: “They are not my children I must avoid.” Very few gods are aware of such, Apollo is not one of them.
As someone who recently got glasses and wasn't aware of how much of a difference they make because I can see, it's just a little blurry if it's far away, but that's normal, right?, I can now definitely understand how Jason Grace must've felt when Asclepius gave him glasses.
"Oh, I didn't think I needed that... oh wow that makes a difference."
