demigod!5sos

Plot twist: Ashton’s dad isn’t around because his dad is really Poseidon god of the sea, earthquakes, and horses. Which is why ashton was a swimmer. He felt his strongest near water. That’s why he loves the beach too. He would always smell like the sea. He also loved the sound of the earth rumbling. But his powers got too strong and people started to notice so he had to quit swimming and figure out a different way to experience the rumbling sensation he loved without destroying entire cities so he became a drummer.

Demi/GreekGod!5SOS AU

idk man I started imagining 5SOS in Camp Half-Blood…

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Ashton, Son of Aphrodite:

With the Goddess of love and beauty as his mother, Ashton had obviously picked up defining traits. His charm routinely made ladies swoon, and occasionally men too if Ashton tried hard enough. Although do not be fooled by Ashton’s good looks and charisma, he most commonly used his bewitching appearance to gain him access to restricted areas, bag the best bunk in the dormitories and continuously wiggle out of punishments. He’s even gone so far to use his skills in battle, charming the opposing team into handing him their flag without a fight. Ashton easily ran the camp, as everyone found themselves enchanted by him. By batting his long eyelashes he had most under his spell. The boy was beautiful, but in no way was he stupid. Unethical, yes. But not stupid. The only person unaffected by Ashton’s image was Michael, his mothers inheritance of magic causing Ashton’s simpers to slip past the cryptic boy. The two had a strange bond after they discovered this, Ashton never underestimated him again and Michael’s ability to handle power kept Ashton’s head from swelling too large.

Calum, Son of Nike and Momus:

Calum was a rarity at Camp Half-Blood, he is not of human descent at all. His mother was Goddess of victory, Nike and his father Momus, God of writers and poets. He excelled at the camp, his mix of blood being extremely lucky. His mother’s siblings characteristics also rubbing off on the boy, causing him to be strong as well. If you were on Calum’s team, you would most likely win. He found himself to be very popular, invited to big gatherings and always accidentally the center of attention. The boy was not a show-off, thus the appeal towards him. He used his spare time for himself, you would either see him lifting weights or scribbling poetic thoughts in his infamous leather notebook, a gift from his father, which was about his person at all times. His strength made him intimidating and he discovered that male Demigods envied him, and females lusted after him, making him a competitor for the most desired Demigod, along with Ashton.

Luke, Son of Apollo:

There was no mistake that Luke was related to Apollo, God of sun and music. Luke radiated happiness and if you were around him, you would always be overcome with a sense of serenity. Luke was not particularly skilled when it came to combat, but incredibly knowledgeable and usually devised plans of action for his team to follow, more often than not leading them to triumph. He was also exceptionally talented in music; and if he was not reading or hanging out with friends you would find him overlooking the lake strumming on his treasured acoustic guitar whilst singly softly to himself. After sussing and observing Ashton’s charming ways for a while, Luke took it upon himself to see if his lyrics and chords could have the same affect. He quickly found that it did, and he could woo pretty much anyone by whistling a few notes.

Michael, Son of Hecate:

Michael was commonly mistaken for being the descendant of Hades, but was in actual fact related to the Gods through his mother, Hecate, Goddess of magic, the moon, ghosts and the undead. Michael was well known for disappearing in the blink of an eye. His most used tactic in warfare was to hide as he was not fond of strenuous activity. He chose his words carefully, and therefore rendered him in an astonishing position of power when he decided to speak his mind. Michael’s used his assets of changeable hair colour, pale skin and black attire to terrify younger campers and called the deceased to chase off older Demigods if they ever made the terrible decision to bully Michael, or any of his close friends for that matter. Michael’s limited socializing skills left him with few, but therefore cherished friends who he protected fiercely, regardless of the consequences. Needless to say, he found himself in the center of trouble often, but Ashton would be quick to rescue him with his effortless charm.

REQUESTS / FEEDBACK

Extremely good looking, son of Aphrodite, Calum Hood has captured the attention of almost every girl in camp, except you, daughter of Athena, who didn’t really want to look past the shallowness of the other Aphrodite campers. Calum attempted to use his charm on you several times, but it was only when he got up in front of the whole camp and sang to you that you realized Calum could hold one of Aphrodite’s more pleasant traits, true love.

When Demigod!Calum was claimed, he had no idea what the symbol meant. He had never seen it before, which meant he wasn’t the child of the major gods. So the first thing he did was head straight to the camp’s library.
He enlisted his friend, Michael, to help him figure out what the symbol meant. After a few hours of searching they had figured it out. He was the son of Adrestia, the daughter of Ares and Aphrodite. The goddess of revolt, retribution, and the balance between good and evil. Which really explained the way he acted.
In any competition whatsoever, Calum played hard. He was willing to play till death, win at any cost, but if anyone got hurt, it was like a switched was flipped inside of him. He could freeze and completely lose all motivation to continue, the only thing on his mind was the individual who was in pain. He always made sure they were okay. And if he had to use “magic” to heal them, no one had to know…
It was like he was opposites with himself, his grandparents, Ares and Aphrodite, showing prominently through his emotions. Calum loved to fight, he loved the satisfaction of winning. But he also loved to love. His favorite thing to do, after sword fighting, and capture the flag, was taking care of the animals around the glade. This was where you saw the Aphrodite in him.
One day you had the job of feeding the horses in the stables, you had just finished when a dark haired boy came walking in holding 12 apples. You watched from the back of the stable as he fed each and every one of the horses. After he was done he walked towards the pegasus petting her until she felt comfortable around him. When he got on her back you couldn’t believe your eyes, that pegasus hated everyone here and no one, in the entire camp had been able to even get close to it. But here this mystery boy was, hoisting himself onto her back. “Do you want to go for a ride?” he asked looking towards the back of the stable, where you were. “How did you…” you trailed off, walking towards him. “She trusts me. Now, do you want to go for a ride or not?” He said as he reached his hand out to you. 
You came to realize that the amount of love this boy emitted was ridiculous. Calum loved things with every fiber of his being, he loved them with all his heart, protected them with everything he had. This included you, there was never a day where he wouldn’t check up on you, and though it was annoying, you knew it was because he cared about you.
Calum’s conflicting emotions made him the most caring, protective, and thoughtful person ever. When he told you about himself, he thought you would run, he thought you wouldn’t want anything to do with him, he thought you would be afraid of him. Almost everyone else never wanted to be associated with the god of war, but you stayed. What he told you helped you understand things about him that he, himself, didn’t even know. 

Luke was the son of Aphrodite and with his charm speak he had the whole camp wrapped around his finger. Everyone did what he asked and worshiped the ground he walked on. All the girls loved him and all the guys wanted to be him.

So when you come to the camp and can’t stand him, he has no idea what to do. You’re the only one who sees through his act and knows he’s not that great. Luke doesn’t understand why a daughter of Demeter can see through charm speak. Turns out Athena had blessed you with the gift of wiseness when you were born. It let you figure out tough situations and figure out the best way to attack a problem.

As time went on Luke realized his feelings for you and the only way he could win you over was to be nice. It took some time but once he got some of the Apollo kids to perform a song while he gave you flowers and a plastic toy ring, you couldn’t say no. Now your everybody’s relationship goals. You guys are always with each other and can be found holding hands, having a picnic, or dueling it out in the arena most times of day.

tbh i've been thinking about demigod 5sos

and i think we’ve got them wrong

luke is a son of athena. say what you want about apollo and music but shit that boy is logical as fuck

calum is harder to place but dionysus bc party hardy or eros ‘cause love and attraction rather than beauty, so in the same vein but not???

michael is hermes’ son. seriously, hermes is a protector of wit and poets and literature and MICHAEL IS SASSY AS FUCK AND HIS LYRICS ARE GORGEOUS

ash is hemera or aether 'cause day or light and apollo is overrated.

demigod!luke never had the best relationship with his godly parent - zeus; the moment he was claimed, he thought it was some sort of mistake - there was no way the god of the skies was actually his father - but he forced himself to carry on every day, acknowledging unappreciated gods and goddesses his father would never bat an eye towards and greeting yet-to-be-claimed demigods the moment they arrived to camp. rarely did he ever do anything in his father’s honor, even going as far to conceal the celestial bronze sword gifted from his father beneath his bed, yet that never ceased the silent praise - and often envious whispers - he received from fellow campers after successfully accomplishing yet another quest, everyone chanting how proud they were of luke, son of zeus, whether he liked it or not.

anonymous asked:

for the prompt writing, can you do #28 & #8 w/ demigod!Michael please?

“It’s you and me against the world.” “Always.” + “Why does that sound like you’re saying good bye?” - Send me a prompt + a boy!


Everything hurts. Oh Gods, why does everything hurt? 

“[Y/N]? [Y/N], no!” It’s Lou Ellen’s voice that shouts out for you, the other daughter of Hecate running to your side. She’s sliding to her knees beside you, eyes widened in horror. Your eyes struggle to focus on her face, vision blurring more and more by the second. But you can still manage to make out the way her eyes fill with tears and her lips part in a muffled gasp, hand cupped over her mouth. 

When did your mouth get so dry? You manage to swallow, “That b-bad, L-l-lou?” Her eyes swing up to meet yours as you reach down with a shaking hand to your side and press it there. A sharp cry leaves you at the onset of the pain and you pull back, hand covered in a mess of your own blood. “Damn.” 

Lou’s ripping at the bottom of her shirt, pressing it against the wound. It doesn’t help to staunch the flow of blood; the hole in your side too deep, too large. “No, no. We’re going to get you help…we’ll call Iris, tell her to get Apollo or one his kids or…” 

Your weak hand manages to grasp her around the wrist, “I-it won’t matter. Y-you have go, you h-have to k-keep fi-ighting.” 

She’s got tears slipping down her cheeks the longer you two stare at each other. You’re the only sibling she’s ever had and she’s the only one you’ve ever placed your trust in. Until you met Michael, that is. 

Michael Clifford, son of Iris, Goddess of the Rainbow. You’re a daughter of Hecate and where you are dark and mysterious and fiery, Michael is light and open and gentle. It’s a stark contrast no one at camp saw working and so far, you’d managed to prove everyone wrong. “L-lou, please, c-call I-iris.”

There’s a slight hesitation but she does it anyway, using the control over the mist to create a rainbow illusion, digging a drachma out of her ripped pocket to toss it through. "O, Iris, Goddess of the Rainbow, accept my offering.“

It takes a second, but Iris appears from the rainbow. The Goddess’ wings flutter, eyes taking in the blood that is still slowly leaking from your side and pooling beneath you. She had always been oddly fond of you since your introduction. 

The warmth and sadness in her brown irises makes you want your father now more than ever. “Oh, [Y/N]. What have you gotten yourself into, dear?” 

You cough, chest heaving when something thick blocks your throat. Whatever it is, it’s warm when it dribbles out the corner of your mouth. A shakey brush of your fingers against the skin there tells you it’s just more blood. “I-it’s my fault, I-iris. C-can you…” the coughing starts again, body curling in on itself even though any movement hurts. 

“I’ll go get you Michael, dear. One moment.” The rainbow fades in and out a bit, kind of like static on a TV. It clears and then it’s Michael staring back at you, the sounds of the defense line echoing behind him. 

“[Y/N]? Oh Gods! What happened?!” 

You don’t have the time to answer his question, already feeling the haze start to cloud your mind, “I’m g-gonna miss you. S-so much.”

Michael’s bottom lip is trembling through the rainbow, thick and heavy tears starting to flow down the apples of his cheeks as he takes in the scene that surrounds you. “Why does that sound like you’re saying good bye?” He chokes out, voice breaking. 

Chest heaving, you’re struggling to breathe. It feels like you’ve got a manticore burrowing into your chest. “I-I’ve only ev-ver loved three people: my dad, and L-lou.” Your sister squeezes your hand from where she still kneels next to you, “And y-you.” 

Michael’s shaking now; violently shaking. The irises of his eyes swim with panic; pupils dilating and hiding the green that you adore. “I love you [Y/N]. I swear on the Gods, I love you so much.” Oh, Gods, why did he let you go to the front lines without him? How was he going to live without you? Curse the Gods for not getting involved–someone had to save you!

“M-mike?” 

He swallows, coming back to the present; nails digging into his palms when his fist clench. “Yeah, [Y/N]?”

“I’m s-so tired, Mike.” 

Michael nods, despair bubbling low in his chest. He can still see the shallow rise and fall of your chest, but it already feels like he’s missing a limb. “I know babe. You can go to sleep if you want.” 

Your head falls a bit more to the side to face the Iris-message, eyes half-lidded when your vision blurs more. Tears continue to slowly trail down your face to pool on the ground, “’m so scared, Mikey.” Your words are slurring, chest slowing. 

“I know, I know. Me too, but I’m going to stay right here until you fall asleep, [Y/N], okay?” Michael’s own chest is heaving now, struggling under the weight of his swallowed sobs. His voice is crumbling, Do you hear me? I’ll always be here for you. It’s you and me against the world.” 

Your nod is barely detectable, eyelashes fluttering against the stained skin of your cheeks as they close. The breathe is leaving your chest slowly, the feeling in your extremities following. It’s your last breath, but Michael hears it: “Always.”

imahemmologist  asked:

Son of Poseidon Luke and daughter of Zeus Y/N where Luke is secretly in love with her yet terrified since her daddy is Zeus and she's a ridiculously amazing fighter/leader

But imagine Luke has accidentally pushed some of Zeus’ buttons and he is now on Zeus’ blacklist, like one of those he dislikes. So he thinks that Y/N hates him too and that’s why he avoids her.

And one day Y/N is trying to learn how to control lightning near the lake and in that moment Luke emerges from the lake all dried even though he was in the water, and their eyes meet. Y/N impressed by how good Luke can control the water and she ends up yelling at the sky to help her a little.

Luke would try his luck and ask her what she is doing and Y/N, surprised that Luke talked to her, tries to hide her embarrassment and explains that she was talking to her dad. Then she would ask Luke to help her because he can control the water like a professional and he explains that it probably doesn’t work the same way.

And lets just say Zeus doesn’t like Luke talking to Y/N and there is a loud thunderbolt and seconds later there is loud splash in the lake, and both of them know it’s their dad’s. Y/N says how weird their dad’s are and then Luke says that he should probably go now and waves awkwardly.

But before he can go Y/N calls him back and asks if they could hang out maybe (she has a feeling that Luke will never ask, especially after what just happened) and when Luke immediately says yes, she kisses him on the cheek and continues her lightning training.

Sorry this is somehow weird

Son of Hades Michael Clifford is the opposite of what everyone expected when he came to camp. At first look, his black clothes and combat boots make him look unapproachable, but it turns out he’s outgoing, funny and with his crazy hair colours he’s not like any child of Hades before him. Sure he can summon the dead, but it often ends up with him making a joke about it and getting them to clean his cabin for him or to fetch him food. 

demigod!calum was easily the biggest social butterfly at camp half-blood, everyone who was anyone wanted to be his friend; that is, until hades - god of the underworld - claimed him as his son. it didn’t take long before his banter-filled conversations and melodic laughter was replaced with anxious gazes as others avoided his every step, which was often followed by nervous chatter among other campers. so calum, in return, kept to himself most of the time in his new cabin - the light often casting odd shadows from every sharp line or curve of his steely expression. that being said, when you - daughter of aphrodite - approached the steps of his cabin whilst he carved a wooden spear with his dagger, every muscle in his body tensed - every nerve on edge - as he flipped his stare to you. it had been weeks of loneliness and torment - everyone’s fearful whispers seizing him at every opportunity - and that was enough to make anyone cynical. he was prepared to throw a snarky comment in your direction when you interrupted him and asked to spar; the offer felt familiar yet foreign at the same time to him and he wasn’t sure what to say. part of him hoped you couldn’t sense the gratitude in the way he carried himself towards you with a careless shrug of his shoulders as he followed your lead, you tossing a celestial bronze sword and shield in his direction - which he caught midair. everyone eyed the two of you in confusion but stepped out of your way as strode past them; it was the first time in weeks the corners of calum’s mouth curved upward in his signature mischievous smirk.

Everyone though that Demigod!Michael was the son of Hades, the god of the underworld. From his attitude to his dangerous and dark looking appearance he had everyone fooled. He still hadn’t been claimed by his parent. That was until one day, he was sitting on the porch of the main hall after being called in. He had gotten in trouble trying to take another demigod’s nectar. What the camp director didn’t know was demigod!Calum needed it, he had gotten severely hurt while sword fighting and Michael didn’t have any of his own. He planned to just take a little, but he had been caught before he could get it to him. Luckily, the infirmary had just enough to heal Calum, but Michael was still in trouble. It felt like he was getting sent to the principals office again, like back when he was in school. After explaining why he needed it, they let him off relatively easy, he just had to stay and help clean the cafeteria after lunch for a week. He was sitting on the porch of the main hall when demigod!Ashton handed him a guitar, which he had never played before. As he picked it up, something in his brain clicked. He immediately started playing a song that he had never heard before, “I thought you said you couldn’t play the guitar.” Ashton asked looking at him in surprise. “I never learned how. I don’t know what’s happening.” He replied as  demigod!Luke came to sit. “Calum’s going to be okay, he’s just resting now. I thought you didn’t play any instruments?” Luke asked looking just as confused as Ashton was. “I don’t” Michael said before Luke and Ashton’s eyes widened. “What?” He asked confused. “I think we know who your parent is.” Ashton said looking directly above his head. “And how you can play the guitar, you’re the son of Apollo, Michael.” Luke added. “Apollo? So you mean you’re kind of my uncle?” He turned to Ashton. “I guess.. At least now you know which cabin you belong in.” Ashton smiled. “Yeah, I guess I do.” he replied, and from that day, it was easy to see apollo in Michael. Everyone started to see the sunshine in his eyes, his ability to do the arts, his need to help heal people in need. What used to seem dark and dangerous was now full of light and love.