Headcanon, Gidchell.

Headcanon, Gidchell.

Demigod! Mitchell and Human! Gideon

Khione the goddess of snow is Mitchell's mother, she met Mitchell's father, when he was in Quebec, Canada, for a business trip. She and Thomas (Mitchell's dad) fell in love with each other; he is the only mortal to have truly win Khione's heart. As a relationship began to bloom between these two lovers, and Khione has given birth to their son Jack Mitchell. Khione knows that she needed to return to her father's side, and continue doing her job as snow goddess, but she always watch over her little boy and his father, when she learns that her son has join the United States Marines Army, she was scared for her son's life, but she trust him and know that Mitchell will always get himself out of no trouble.

What if Marinette joins the Hunters of Artemis

Not Your Average First Date (Male!Reader x Mike Monroe)

Requested by anonymous for a Mike fic where he and reader get really close after surviving the events of the game and end up getting together?

You could say your first real date with Mike Monroe was not a particularly ordinary one.

You had been friends before that, even if that friendship was tested to its limit by the events on Blackwood Mountain.

And it was hard to move past those events, particularly because of the nightmare right after the nightmare.

Namely, hours with the EMTs who took care of all of your injuries sustained through the night, and then hours after that spent recounting your stories over and over again for the police, kept separate from your friends.

ANd THEN, the months of media engagement hounding you for details about the Washington family, the disappearance of the twins and Josh, and ultimately keeping all this horror and trauma fresh in your mind.

It's hard to forget something happened when it keeps following you around.

So it isn't until around eight months after the night on Blackwood Mountain that you even see any of the friends in person again. Jessica and Mike broke up, as did Emily and Matt. Chris and Ashley got together but ultimately, it was such a horrible experience for everyone.

Mike had found it really hard to go back to college but forced himself back into work, but he got to you for some awkward tutoring sessions in which you both desperately tried to avoid even the most minor reference to Josh or the lodge or the sanatorium.

And one day you found a text from Mike waiting on your phone, asking if maybe you wanted to get lunch sometime.

It's been hard for all of you - something like what happened alienates you as much as it brings you together - your friends are the only people who could possibly understand you anymore, and what you've been through, but then again, they're reminders of what happened.

Mike's lost fingers are emblematic of this - when you meet again, you're both jumpy, but somehow... it's comforting. You're with someone who doesn't mind that you freeze and go unnaturally still when you hear a loud noise, that doesn't mind that you survey every exit in a room, secure as much as you can. And Mike appreciates the fact that he doesn't have to explain or see you looking at his fingers with macabre curiosity.

You spend almost an hour in near-total silence, the only sounds being you two eating. You pay your tab, and then sit in Mike's car, and words come tumbling out - talking about everything and nothing. What you've heard about the search for Josh, the achievements of your friends, the weird things you do now because you have nightmares about Wendigos every time you close your eyes.

You're not sure when your hand makes its way into Mike's, but by the end of the car ride, you're in his apartment and you're nearly in his lap, under a blanket.

"So... uh, I wanted to ask you something. I've been seeing a therapist, and uh, she thinks it's probably not the most healthy thing for me not to have any roommates. I'm kind of... on my own. Nobody else really... gets it, you know?"

And that was how Mike asked you to move in with him.

It's definitely not easy, but being able to acknowledge that you aren't crazy, that something freaky really happened up there, is such a comfort. The little behaviors Mike has developed are similar and different from yours, but there's very little need for explaining them, because you know exactly what it comes from, the thing you can't tell anyone else.

Mike initially means for you two to have your own separate bedrooms but it feels somehow safer to be in the same one, so with some moving, you just stick a bed on the opposite end.

And one night, maybe after a year of living together, Mike kisses you. You're not even sure why. There was some stupid boring show on, and Mike just turned to you, his arm around you, and moved in, and you moved towards him, and your lips met.

There's no fireworks, no blazing sunbeam illuminating you both. There's just a simple feeling of rightness - that this is what you both had been missing.

Things still aren't easy. There's nightmares, therapy, triggers. Real life getting in the way.

But somehow, the fact that Mike calls you stupid pet names like Puppyface or Sparkles or Honeybunch and the knowledge that you get to rest your head on his strong chest and hear his heart beat any time you want makes it feel just a little bit better.

— The Truth

contents: Nick Fowler (The 355) x Male Reader

"Hey Babe, where are you? You said you would be home by early"? Nick cursed. "Well Baby, I have to work late. I'm sorry I didn't call you. Unfortunately I'm not finished here, but in a few days I'm back and I make it up to you", lied Nick with ease.

He had his boyfriend wrapped around his fingers and he has never suspected anything. He heard a laugh.

"You asshole. Fuck you Nick, seriosly. Do you think I'm stupid? I know damn well what you do when you say you have to work late. Well Baby, why don't you say anything, ha"?

Nick was frozen. He was so sure that M/N would never find out what he was doing. He always wanted to protect him from that. "Baby, I'm so fucking sorry. Please belive me. I just wanted to protect you. I wanted to tell you so so bad but I know that when I did, that you were in danger", said Nick and he hoped his boyfriend would belive him. He heard M/N sob and he wanted nothing more than to hug him and comfort him. But he know he couldn't because he was in Paris.

Nick saw M/N in front of him. His boyfriend would be standing at the window right now, in their shared home, looking at the street and trying to suppress his sobs. He would shake his head every now and then and hope this is just a nightmare. But deep down he know that it wasn't a nightmare. That everything he believed for the past years was a lie.

M/N gulped and whispered into the phone "Our entire relationship is a fucking lie". He shaked his head again and said "I have to go". He ended the conversation with Nick and tossed his cell phone on the couch behind him.

M/N cried and put his head in his hands. How could he not have noticed that his boyfriend was a CIA agent. How could he not see the signs?

The constant trips to different countries, often for weeks. His two cell phones, and the excuse that he just wanted to separate his personal and professional life. His safe, which he was never allowed to access, just as little as his desk. The packed black travel bag that kept standing in the closet.

Every time he approached Nick about it, he had a perfect excuse. Each time Nick interrupted him with a kiss that often ended in sex. Just so he would stop asking.

M/N laughed. He couldn't stop laughing. He was really stupid. He furiously wiped the tears from his cheeks. He turned away from the window and went into the bedroom. He looked at the bed in front of him, Nick's side was rumpled. Whenever his boyfriend was gone, he slept on his side. All these years he lay next to Nick and had no idea that he was an agent. All the love confessions, the promises and the sex.

Everything was a fucking lie.

idk who in the pjo fandom needs to hear this, but:

There are demigod children of Aphrodite who are aroace, and they are extremely valid Aphrodite kids.

Aphrodite loves and accepts them as her own as much as she does her other children. As the goddess of love, she’s the goddess of all kinds of love, not just the type that’s romantic (or sexual), so aro and/or ace kids of hers simply express the familial/friendship/ect relationships of her domain, which are also important forms of love <3

This is sad, I felt my heart is breaking for the family,cause of humans can be cruel to each other. Just remembered everyone, all of your love ones and friends will be there for you. All humans have limits too. Humans life are short.