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Hi! It’s me again 😋 can I ask for another Kayla Knowles x Hypnos!reader, this time angst? Some argument or something, you can pick
Thank you!!
𝚔𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚊 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚜 argument hcs
a/n: thank you for the req! i love angst too dw
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it starts over something small. like really small. you forgot to text her back after patrol or she forgot your lunch plans because of an archery lesson.
you guys might start a fight in the apollo cabin, but never the hypnos cabin since the energy in there was always chill and quiet
kayla's usually laid back like will, but when she's stressed, she gets quiet and sharp with her words.
“it’s not that hard to just let me know,” she says, voice flat, arms crossed.
you’re confused at first, then defensive.
“i didn’t mean to forget, kayla. you act like i did it on purpose.”
things spiral. fast. she’s mad you didn’t communicate, you’re mad she didn’t give you the benefit of the doubt.
she doesn’t raise her voice, but her words hit a little too hard. she knows exactly where to aim.
you walk away first. not slamming doors or anything dramatic—just a quiet, hurt silence.
she regrets it immediately but doesn’t know how to fix it.
she ends up at the camp stables, brushing one of the pegasi until her hands stop shaking.
or, bonus, she stays at the archery range for hours and hours just training
you’re at the lake, throwing rocks, trying not to cry.
she finds you eventually. of course she does.
“i hate fighting with you,” she says quietly, sitting next to you.
she doesn’t try to excuse it. “i was mean. i’m sorry.”
you look at her, eyes soft even though you’re still hurting. “you were.”
she laughs, sad and small. “i’ll make it up to you. i promise.”
it ends with you leaning your head on her shoulder, both of you tired and quiet, but better.
she kisses your forehead
it starts over something small. like really small. you forgot to text her back after patrol or she forgot your lunch plans because of an archery lesson.
you guys might start a fight in the apollo cabin, but never the hypnos cabin since the energy in there was always chill and quiet
kayla's usually laid back like will, but when she's stressed, she gets quiet and sharp with her words.
“it’s not that hard to just let me know,” she says, voice flat, arms crossed.
you’re confused at first, then defensive.
“i didn’t mean to forget, kayla. you act like i did it on purpose.”
things spiral. fast. she’s mad you didn’t communicate, you’re mad she didn’t give you the benefit of the doubt.
she doesn’t raise her voice, but her words hit a little too hard. she knows exactly where to aim.
you walk away first. not slamming doors or anything dramatic—just a quiet, hurt silence.
she regrets it immediately but doesn’t know how to fix it.
she ends up at the camp stables, brushing one of the pegasi until her hands stop shaking.
or, bonus, she stays at the archery range for hours and hours just training
you’re at the lake, throwing rocks, trying not to cry.
she finds you eventually. of course she does.
“i hate fighting with you,” she says quietly, sitting next to you.
she doesn’t try to excuse it. “i was mean. i’m sorry.”
you look at her, eyes soft even though you’re still hurting. “you were.”
she laughs, sad and small. “i’ll make it up to you. i promise.”
it ends with you leaning your head on her shoulder, both of you tired and quiet, but better.
a/n: so i havent been active for the past few days cause im stuck on the great war pt 2 :( BUT how did we reach over one THOUSAND notes in ten days?
get weird hoodies 'just for the aesthetic'
like we all know this man doesn't get cold, but insists on buying the weirdest spiderman hoodies and zip ups
if you're a tea girly, he would heat up your drinks for you
his mcdonalds order would be medium fries, diet coke, a cheeseburger, and a cherry slushie
yes, he has two drinks. gods forbid a boy loves to eat
yk otis and ephialtes? the party giants? theyre leo's favorite giants
his (second) favorite god is def mr d
he hates zeus tho, because he can't get over how he killed nico's mom
just like gaea killed his mother
some people say leo is the type to get ear piercings? uh no this man would get tattoos of idiotic things, like weird quotes from famous people, a rocket ship, and a mcdonalds logo
yk that fanart of him and piper in face masks? that is SO LEO
talk to inanimate objects like they’re his kids. “listen, toaster, i love you, but if you burn my waffles one more time we’re gonna throw hands.”
carry around a screwdriver or wrench in his back pocket at all times. he’ll be like “you never know when a mechanical emergency is gonna strike.”
name every machine he builds something ridiculous like “frank jr” or “hot wheels 2.0 (the revenge).”
leave random bolts and springs in people’s shoes or bags without realizing. he’s just shedding spare parts like a mechanical fairy.
make sound effects when he works. full-on “pew pew” and “vrrrrrMMM” noises. doesn’t even notice he’s doing it.
call you every nickname under the sun except your actual name. baby, hot stuff, sparkplug, “my emotionally grounding center of the universe.”
build you little gadgets that are absolutely ridiculous but incredibly thoughtful. like a watch that beeps when you’re sad so he knows to come find you.
text you memes at 3am. like really cursed ones. and if you don’t respond, he sends five more with “???” and “do u still love me or…”
fall asleep mid-sentence while cuddling you in the workshop. grease-smudged cheek on your shoulder, muttering about fixing a circuit.
get jealous for exactly three seconds and then start trying to impress you with wild inventions or juggling fire. (you’re like “leo, no.” he’s like “leo YES.”)
be very soft when you’re upset. like he’s silly 99% of the time, but he’ll drop everything to just hold you and whisper “i got you, okay? i’m not going anywhere.”
𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝... you argue about right and wrong / or... you have a fight about leaving nico imprisoned
a/n: i had NO IDEA what to put for the title cause i gotta stick to songs but then i had taylor's songs on shuffle
reader is from chb, reader and jason are already dating
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nico di angelo had always been a comforting presence during you years at camp.
okay, but not comforting. but you had become friends through percy, and you saw the good in him.
well, evidently, you hadn't seen his secrets.
"we have to same him!" hazel slammed her hands on the table, which made you jump a little. jason put his hand on your shoulder to steady you. hazels eyes were glassy with unshed tears and her voice broke. "he's the only family i've got left!"
you started to stand up from your chair, to say something. nico was an old friend, and you needed to rescue him before he died.
"of course, ha-"
"is it safe, though?"
jason was standing behind you. his hand retreated from your shoulder. you whirled around to took at him.
he looked like... a son of jupiter. a leader, a military strategist, someone who gave orders.
"of course it's safe," you and hazel spoke at the same time, the same words. she looked at you and smiled, letting you know she was grateful and had your back at the same time.
"why wouldn't it be?" you continued.
"well he was going back and forth between camps," jason said stiffly. "we was a spy for the g-" he stopped, but you knew what he was going to say.
a spy for the graecus. after all this time, you were still 'just a greek' to him.
the room became stony silent, or maybe it had always been and you hadnt been listening.
"he wasn't a spy," hazel said sternly. "he's my brother, and he's dying. we have to save him."
"is it safe?" jason repeated his question slowly, like hazel might just have not heard it last time.
"you really think he would’ve told the giants anything?” your voice cracked halfway through, and gods, you hated how jason flinched at the sound. “nico? nico di angelo, who nearly died keeping camp half-blood safe three times?”
“he kept secrets,” jason said, and his tone was the worst part—cold. like this was just another war game, another calculated loss. “that’s not loyalty.”
you were already shaking your head. “you’re not seriously saying he deserves this. he was scared. he’s a kid, jason.”
he looked away for half a second. “so are we.”
“yeah, and we show up for each other.” your heart was thudding so loud it might as well have been another battle drum. “i don’t care if you don’t trust him. i do. hazel does.”
hazel was still standing, fists clenched so tightly her knuckles were white. she wasn’t crying—yet—but she was close.
percy finally broke the silence, his arms crossed but his eyes soft. “he saved my life in the underworld. if he was a spy, he did a terrible job.”
“thank you,” you muttered, flashing percy a quick glance of appreciation.
“we don’t leave people behind,” annabeth added. “not unless we’re forced to. and we’re not. not yet.”
leo, who’d been leaning against the wall, arms crossed like he wasn’t paying attention—he was always paying attention—tilted his head. “he’s a pain in the ass, yeah. but he’s our pain in the ass.”
frank nodded too. “and he’s hazel’s brother. that should be enough.”
jason looked at the table, then back at you. “we don’t even know where he is. going after him could cost us time. lives. the prophecy—”
“i don’t care about the prophecy!” you exploded, voice rising higher than it ever had in front of the team. “i care about people. and if you’ve forgotten how to do that, then maybe you’re not the leader you think you are.”
the words landed like a slap. jason actually took a step back.
“you think this is easy for me?” he snapped, voice finally cracking. “you think i want to sit here and not do anything? i hate it. but i have to think like a praetor—”
“no,” you said, shaking your head. “you’re thinking like a coward.”
his jaw clenched. “this isn’t about fear. it’s about logic.”
“he’s dying,” hazel whispered. and then louder, “he’s dying, and you’re standing there like his life is just a number in your stupid war strategy.”
jason turned to her, something unreadable passing through his eyes. “hazel, i know you care about him—”
“he’s my brother!” her voice broke for real this time, and the tears finally fell. “he’s not just a mistake you get to calculate. you don't know him. not really.”
“maybe that’s because he never let anyone in,” jason said. it wasn’t loud, but it was sharp. sharper than it needed to be. “maybe if he had—”
hazel didn’t wait for him to finish.
she spun on her heel and bolted from the room, shoulders shaking.
“hazel!” you called, but she didn’t stop.
you stared at jason. his mouth was still slightly open, like he was about to defend himself again. and you were so tired of the defending. of the pretending.
“congrats, praetor,” you said bitterly.
then you turned and ran after her.
a/n pt 2: okay two people kind req this, so here are the tag! thank you for giving me the motivation to finish this!
That’s it guys, the conclusion of the “Jason finds out” mini-arc. ^___^
Links to part 1,2 and 3, as well as the Chronology of a friendship masterpost.
This particular dialogue completely wrote itself in my mind when I first read a post from someone thinking Nico would hate Jason because of what his father did, and then I got carried away with this little story and it ended wayyyy longer than I first intended. ;p
I genuinely don’t think Nico would judge Jason based on what Zeus/Jupiter did. Let’s not forget that the first thing Nico did after discovering the truth about his past and his mother’s death was to convince Hades to forget his resentment and join the Olympians in the war against Chronos.
I might not have made that noticeable enough in the way I draw them, but to me this mini-arc happens a couple of years after Gaia’s defeat, so Jason has had the time to break through Nico’s walls and they already share a real friendship by the time the events of part 1 happens .
Thanks to Fimyuan for beta-reading the comics for me, to Cece for her willingness to help, and to all of you who answered my questions about posting multiple pictures ^^
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