You can read the previous chapters here: (1), (2), (3), (4), (5)
(Revised: 30/03/2023. Previous version: 4095 words / New version: 4690 words.)
When Luna came to the dining table the next morning for breakfast, only Matteo and Pedro were there.
"Hey, guys," she greeted them, searching the room right after with her eyes. "Where's Simón? Is he still asleep?"
"Totally the opposite, actually," Pedro said.
"Yeah, believe it or not, he woke up early," Matteo followed up and took a sip from his coffee. "He left some minutes ago."
Luna frowned.
"Simón? Early?"
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Simón sighed contently as he walked to the Roller with Ámbar hand in hand. He didn't think anything could erase the big smile on his face right now. It was just one of those moments he wished he could capture forever: the sun shining down nicely, the birds singing, the girl he loved by his side... It was a sense of peace he wished he could feel every day.
Ámbar turned her head toward him.
"Why so smiley?"
Simón could've told her how amazed he was by the mere fact of her existence, but being who he was, he went for teasing her instead.
"Just remembering how I totally won that fight over the toast," he said with a shrug, keeping the goofy smile as he looked ahead.
He could picture the way her jaw dropped even if he didn't see it and it made him smile harder.
"You so did not, I ate it in the end!" She retorted with playful disbelief.
"Yeah, because I gave it to you, not because you took it from me," he pointed out, looking at her smugly.
She returned the look right back at him with a smirk. "Well, after that kiss I gave you, I didn't see you complaining."
Oh yeah. That had been better than any toast.
"Like I said: totally a win."
Ámbar rolled her eyes with her characteristic 'you're an idiot but I like you' smile.
Soon they arrived at the Roller and Ámbar pulled out the keys to unlock the door. Before she could open it though, Simón stopped her and pulled it open himself, holding it for her to enter first. Ámbar rolled her eyes with a smile again and walked inside, followed by Simón. The two stood by the entrance, seeing the place strangely deserted due to how early it was.
Simón stood in front of Ámbar and took her hands in his.
"Did I tell you that you look especially beautiful today?" He asked with a smile.
Ámbar's lips curled up, her face feeling a little warm from embarrassment. She had woken up that morning feeling like she didn't want to wear black that day. Maybe it was stupid, but Simón was going to meet her for breakfast, and she was happy— Happier than she'd been in a while. Her usual full-black outfits wouldn't reflect that, so she chose a light grey dress instead. She felt lighter, and it was all because of him.
"Maybe it's because you're good for me," she said, looking into his eyes adoringly, absolutely fascinated by being able to be with him like this.
Simón returned her look, his eyes incredibly tender as he cupped her cheek softly and leaned down to kiss her.
Ámbar slid her hands up his back to his shoulder blades as their lips moved together. Simón hummed and moved his hands down, tracing the curve of her back before positioning them at her hips. His tongue made its way inside her mouth and caressed hers slowly, and Ámbar brought her fingers to his hair, burying them in it. Simón gripped her hips tighter and pulled her closer to his body until there was no space between them. That was when she decided it was time to stop.
"Alright, alright, that's enough," she said, pushing him away a little by the shoulders. "Remember that we came here to work; the Roller won't run itself," she told him with a strict look, or an attempt at one. Simón chuckled. "What?"
"It's a little funny when you get all 'boss mode'," he said.
"It's not funny, I am your boss."
"Okay, boss," he said just as amused, right before pulling her close again and stealing one more kiss from her lips.
Ámbar spent the next few hours fighting not to break randomly into giggles like a little girl. The day went by smoothly, with her drowned in her usual pile of paperwork, but it was different this time, because now, when she watched Simón working around the cafeteria from her seat, their gazes would meet from time to time, and they would smile at each other. It was cheesy, she never would've pinned herself for being the type to get butterflies in her stomach from something so simple, but it totally made working easier for her, even when she still didn't know what to do with some of the documents in the folder.
Leaning her head on one of her hands, she took a look around as she tried to figure out what to do with said documents and saw Nina talking with Eric. Ámbar looked down at her papers, which looked written in old Greek for all she could gather from them, and then back at Nina. She held back a sigh. She'd have to swallow her pride, wouldn't she?
Ámbar got up and went to stand next to Eric, leaving both in front of Nina, who was sitting at a table.
"Hey, Nina, could you give me your mom's number?" She asked, interrupting their conversation a little rudely, but if she didn't say it now, she wasn't sure she'd be able to bring herself to do it later.
Nina seemed puzzled by her request, looking at Eric and then back at her. "Um, sure. But, why do you want it?"
Ámbar considered telling her to mind her own business. She didn't want to admit she needed Ana. But she remembered Mónica's words and repeated them in her head like a mantra.
Asking for help is not a weakness, is a strength.
"She um... She offered to help me with the Roller's legal paperwork and I think I could use some guidance," she finally admitted. She really needed that guidance.
Nina raised her eyebrows. "Oh. I didn't know she talked to you. Okay, I'll email it to you right now," she said, typing on her laptop.
"Thanks."
Ámbar looked to her side then, acknowledging for the first time Eric's presence, who was still standing there, observing the girls' exchange with curiosity.
"Shouldn't you be working, Eric?" She said pointedly. She was pretty sure he was supposed to be at the bar instead of witnessing her asking for help.
"I'm taking a break," he replied simply.
Ámbar looked at Nina and then back at him. "Right... 'a break'," she said sarcastically, knowing perfectly what his real intentions were. "Why don't you and Nina talk at some other time so I don't give you a permanent break? How about that?" She told him with a fake smile.
Eric and Nina shared a look before staring at her in astounded silence.
Ámbar didn't get what was so surprising about this. "I'm sorry, I don't know if you recall, but I'm still the one in charge of this place," she declared. Maybe she was trying to be nicer but that didn't mean she was going to lay back on her duties; they should know that.
Eric nodded to himself and cleared his throat. "I'll talk to you later, Nina," he said before moving back to the bar.
"See you," she replied in a small voice. After an awkward second, Nina grabbed her laptop and stood. "I... I'm going to leave as well," she said before walking away.
Ámbar watched her go and sighed tiredly. Right after, she heard a voice behind her.
"You could've said that in a nicer way, you know?"
Ámbar turned around and found Simón giving her a look with his hands behind his back.
"What? I am the manager. It's my job to make sure everyone follows the schedule around here," she defended herself. Then she took a step closer and placed a hand on Simón's chest. "And it isn't fair that he's leaving you alone with everything."
He smiled tenderly at that.
"It's fine. I gotta go to the lockers now anyway, according to the schedule," he emphasized playfully, making her smile too.
"Mmm, I'm gonna miss not seeing you while I work," she said, playing with his necklaces.
"Oh yeah, I'm sure watching me wait tables is very entertaining," he said sarcastically. She laughed. "I hope this makes up for it."
Simón finally moved his hands from behind his back, revealing a strawberry milkshake. "My treat."
It was a small gesture but Ámbar melted inside. God, she was so weak lately... But seeing his beautiful eyes, staring into hers with fondness, she couldn't bring herself to mind.
"Thank you," she said as she received the milkshake, playing with the straw and smiling warmly at him.
Simón smiled back and then took a quick glance to either side of him, checking for something. Right after, he closed the space between them and held her cheeks as he kissed her.
It was a short kiss, but sweeter for Ámbar than any milkshake.
"See you," he whispered between them before walking away, leaving Ámbar biting her lower lip to quench a silly grin.
Giving her head a little shake, she went back to her work table.
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Once inside the locker room, Simón got right to work, checking the list to see which skates needed maintenance. He turned around, looking for the skates with the specified number on the rack, and just as he pulled them out, he heard a voice behind him.
"I see you're already being all lovey-dovey with the girlfriend that you stole."
Simón spun around with the skates in hand and paused.
"Benicio."
The guy smiled his usual cocky grin.
"What? Surprised to see me? You didn't seriously believe I wouldn't come back, did you? I mean, I'm still the best skater this place has, and you won't get rid of me that easily." His gaze got sharper. "Especially not after what you did."
Simón recovered from his surprise and left the skates on top of the counter.
"Benicio, I didn't 'steal' anyone, Ámbar is a person capable of making her own decisions," he said assertively. His conscience nagged at him though, as it had ever since that day. He lowered his gaze. "I do admit that we never should've kissed behind your back," he said, ashamed. "That was wrong, and I apologize for it."
It wasn’t even the worse thing they’d done together. Cheating was not something he wanted to justify. Up until that night in the storage room, it wasn't something he believed he'd ever participate in either— He had too strong of a moral compass for it... or so he thought. Now, Benicio wasn't someone he liked very much, in fact, the complete opposite was true, but Simón still felt bad about doing so inconsiderate, so he needed to get it out. It was the right thing to do.
Benicio stared him down for some seconds, impassive. Then he grinned with a malicious air.
"You will be sorry, don't worry. It's just a matter of time before you realize who Ámbar really is," he said confidently. "I know she's acting nice for you now, but deep down, she's just as bad as me; we're the same."
"You're wrong," Simón shot down immediately. "Ámbar is nothing like you."
"Isn't she?" Benicio said with his eyebrows raised. "It didn't seem that way when we were plotting against you guys. Did she tell you that?" He inched closer, placing his palms on the counter and leaning towards Simón. "Did she tell you that she had the idea of switching Felipe Mendevilla's number to ruin Luna's opportunity?"
He looked like the villain in a movie, darkly towering over his nemesis with the deep-seated confidence that he was going to win, that he was winning, dropping a bomb on the protagonist that he didn't see coming.
Simón couldn't help but smile.
"Actually, she did."
Benicio's face faltered, his smirk fading from his mouth.
"I mean, technically, I found out on my own," Simón continued with smug casualness. "I recognized your handwriting. Then I talked to her and she confirmed it."
Benicio took a step back and shook his head. "That's impossible."
"Oh, but it is. She is very brave, you should follow her example. In fact, she's going to talk to Luna and apologize for it."
Benicio was glaring at him now, pissed that his taunting hadn't worked. Simón dropped all pretense of niceness and moved out from behind the counter, standing in front of him and staring him right in the eye.
"Leave Ámbar and me alone," he told him in no uncertain terms. "Whatever you try, it won't amount to anything."
Simón walked past him toward his locker to get the tools he needed for maintenance, not giving him one more second of his attention.
When he turned back around, Benicio was gone.
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The pink milkshake sitting now on her worktable might as well have been a bouquet of flowers for how happy it made Ámbar. That small interaction with Simón had renewed her motivation to work, and she got right back to that, making sure to retrieve Ana's number from her email first to send her a message. She didn't get to do that, however, because it was only a few seconds before her calm was interrupted by the arrival of Emilia and Ramiro at her worktable.
"What’s up, Ámbar? Planning what you'll do in your next Open?" Emilia asked ironically as she pulled a nearby chair and sat in front of her. Ramiro did the same, sitting next to her.
"Hi, Emilia, good day, how are you? All good? Me too, thanks for asking," Ámbar replied just as ironically, wearing her best fake smile. "You know, you should be thanking me, because thanks to my Open people are talking about The Red Sharks again on social media. Want to hear?"
Without waiting for a response, Ámbar unlocked her phone and read a comment out loud from one of the videos. "'I loved seeing The Red Sharks singing with The Roller guys. When is the next Open?' See? You're welcome," she said, putting her phone back down.
"Uh, no, because they're not talking just about us anymore, Ámbar," Emilia pointed out. Clearly she wasn't happy that they were being associated with the other team.
"Then we could ask the Roller guys to skate with us, what do you think?" Ramiro proposed, speaking for the first time since he arrived.
Ámbar wasn't sure it was a good idea.
Emilia visibly hated the idea.
"I'd rather poke my eyes out, Ramiro, you're not funny," she said with annoyance. "And you don't even think about it," she added, pointing at Ámbar with an accusatory finger.
"I didn't even say anything," Ámbar defended herself.
Ramiro pursed his lips, nodding to himself. "Okay, so, what plans do we have for the team?" He asked, looking at both girls expectantly.
Ámbar looked at Emilia and then back to Ramiro.
"Uh... We're working on it?" She said, not very sure because she'd had too many things on her mind lately to even think about skating.
That answer didn't seem to please Ramiro. Right as he was about to say something, Benicio walked up to the table like a hurricane.
"So you're not only a cheater but also a traitor as well?" He accused Ámbar sharply. Crossing his arms, he stood in front of all of them with a glare full of outrage. "Why didn't you tell me that you told Simón about us switching Felipe's number?"
Ámbar sighed heavily, officially saying goodbye to her drama-free day.
"I didn't tell him, he found out on his own," she clarified in a tired voice. She really didn't need this right now. "Maybe if you had changed your handwriting like you were supposed to, nothing would've happened."
"So Simón knows?" Ramiro said beside her, almost like talking to himself.
Emilia furrowed her brows, moving her gaze from Benicio to Ámbar. "Wait, what do you mean with 'cheater'? You told me you broke up with him."
Benicio snorted. "Yeah, but not before sticking her tongue down that loser's throat," he spat with venom.
Emilia's eyes widened like saucers. "What?!"
"Aaaalright, you know what?" Ámbar grabbed her folder in one hand and her milkshake in the other. "I'm tired of giving explanations, especially about my personal life. I have way too much work to do to be wasting my time. Goodbye." She stood up from her table and walked away from them.
She couldn't have one day without any issues, could she?
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Simón was finishing up with a pair of skates when Luna barged into the lockers with her usual colorful excitement.
"Simón! I finally find you!" She stood in front of him on the other side of the counter. "I've been meaning to talk to you since yesterday. I would've come to you sooner but the girls were going on and on about Michel this and Michel that and—"
"Michel?" He asked, confused, trying to follow the quick her rambling. "What happened with Michel?"
"Nothing! Ugh, not you too," Luna lamented, slapping her forehead before shaking her head. "Nothing happened with Michel, forget it. That's not what I wanted to talk to you about."
Standing here now with his best friend, just the two of them, Simón decided that he couldn't keep on hiding things from her. She wanted to talk, and this seemed the perfect opportunity.
"Actually, I've been meaning to talk to you too," he admitted.
He hoped Ámbar wouldn't get mad at him for this. But, gotten to this point, he thought it'd be better if he told Luna first. That way he could smooth things over with her so that it would be easier for Ámbar to talk to her later, and he could make sure it wouldn't backfire and turn into a fight between the two girls. He sure as hell knew that was a possibility and the best would be to try to avoid it.
Before he could begin to explain, Luna nodded her head with an air of understanding. "I know what you're gonna say."
Simón's heart stopped.
"You- You do?" His mouth went dry; he couldn't believe it. "What- How did you find out?" Had Ámbar told her already and didn't tell him?
"Are you kidding? Nina told me," Luna said as if it were obvious.
Nina? Simón wrinkled his brows. How did she even know about Felipe's number?
"But, I mean, it could've been anyone," Luna continued. "What did you think? That you could kiss Ámbar in front of everyone and I wouldn't find out?" She said amusedly.
Simón's skyrocketing pulse decreased. Ah. Now he understood everything.
"Oh, you're talking about that."
Luna laughed. "Of course I'm talking about that! I mean, what's going on? You're together now? Why didn't you tell me anything?"
"Um..."
Before he could figure out how to explain what had happened, Ramiro barged into the locker room at full speed.
"Luna! I'm so glad I found you," he said, looking agitated.
"Hey, Ramiro, what's up?" Luna greeted him chirpily.
Ramiro didn't look chirpy though.
"I want- No, I need you to know that I never agreed with switching Felipe Mendevilla's number," he told her earnestly. "I told the guys that it was wrong but they didn't listen to me. I should've stopped them but I didn't dare go against my team— I'm so sorry, Luna."
Now Simón's heart really stopped.
In front of Ramiro's worried and regretful gaze, Luna's smile slowly disappeared.
"....What are you talking about, Ramiro?"
Oh god, no, not like this.
Ramiro frowned. "Benicio, Ámbar, and Emilia switched Felipe's number for a fake so that you wouldn't be able to communicate with him," he said simply. Then he realized from Luna's expression that she hadn't known until now.
Ramiro turned his gaze to Simón, automatically regretful for what he had just done. "I'm sorry, I thought you told her."
"I was going to do it now," Simón said dejectedly.
Luna instantly turned to him.
"Wait. You knew? And you didn't tell me?" She said accusingly, and she had all the right to do so.
Simón felt wave after wave of guilt hit him at once, closing up his throat, making it hard to swallow.
"I'm sorry," he rasped out. "I—"
"Since when do you know this?" She interrupted.
"... Since before the Flash Open," he revealed reluctantly, and watched with pain how his friend's face contorted in outrage. "But—"
"And you didn't tell me all this time?! Why—" Luna stopped short, having answered her own question. "... Ámbar. Oh, I see, you were covering for her."
"No, Luna, it's not like t—"
"Ramiro, thank you for telling me," she interrupted him again, facing the other boy in the room with a fake smile. "And don't worry, I won't hold it against you."
Ramiro looked between the two of them awkwardly before nodding and walking out of the lockers. Luna moved too, seeming like she was going to follow him out, but Simón stopped her by grabbing her upper arm before she could do so.
"Wait, Luna, where are you going?"
She broke free of his hold. "To join my real friends who don't hide things from me."
That felt like a punch in the gut.
"Please don't say that, Luna, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I wanted you to know, I swear. I told Ámbar to tell you over and over again but she—"
"What does Ámbar have to do with this? You're my friend! And you let her lie to my face about this solo thing in the Open! Why didn't you tell me yourself?"
"Because Ámbar promised she would and I was waiting for her to do it," he replied, because that was the reason. He wanted to let her do it, to take that step on her own.
Luna scoffed.
"You have got to be kidding me. What is up with you and Ámbar? Why are you giving her so many opportunities suddenly? Actually, why did you even kiss her yesterday at the Open? Last thing I knew, you didn't want to get swept into her games. Something must've happened, what is it? Is she manipulating you?"
His eyes widened. "No! Of course not, Luna, don't say that. I just... We... I mean..."
"What? Speak clearly for once, Simón!"
"A lot has happened but I- I can't tell you, it's between us, I..."
Luna's mouth fell open, her face one of complete, utter, hurt disbelief.
"Ah, I see..."
She turned to leave again, and Simón desperately got in front of her, blocking the exit.
"Luna—"
"Let me through."
"Luna, please—"
"You can't even be honest with me, what's the point of keep talking to you?" She accused.
"It's not about that," he tried.
"Then tell me!"
Simón struggled for a moment, finally relenting with a lowered gaze.
"We slept together," he let out in a quiet voice.
Luna paused for a second.
Two.
"WHAT?!" She finally exclaimed, so loudly that he grimaced with pain, and also trepidation for what he knew was coming.
Luna's eyes looked like they were going to jump out of their sockets as she tried to process what she had just heard.
"Wha- When- How- Wasn't she with Benicio?" She asked with her eyebrows scrunched up in utter confusion.
"...She was," Simón confirmed, ashamed. Luna scoffed again, which made him jump defensively. "It's not like I planned it, okay?! It just happened!"
Luna shook her head.
"Things didn't just happen to the Simón I knew. Especially this kind of things. Seriously, I can't recognize you anymore— She changed you."
This time, he shook his head.
"No, don't say that. I'm still me, Luna, I'm your best friend," he said with his heart clenching painfully inside his chest. The way she was looking at him made him sick to his stomach, made anxiety rise within him because he could see this was going horribly wrong and he had no idea how to stop it.
"I'm not so sure about that," Luna said gravely. "Because my best friend would've told me the truth instead of sleeping with the person who wronged me."
"I didn't know that at the time!" Simón yelled, the desperation getting the best of him.
"It doesn't matter!" Luna yelled right back. "Do I have to remind you all the times she's conspired against me?"
"She's changed," he said, but seeing the look she gave him, he decided to change his wording. "She's changing. Slowly, but she's going back to her true self, I know it. She's good at heart, Luna."
Her face contorted in frustration. "Ugh, Simón, are you seriously that blind? Did she brainwash you? You sleep with her once and suddenly you think she's changed, don't be naïve! Ámbar's using you and you're just falling for it because, what? Because you're 'in love' with her or whatever?" She alluded to his confession months ago. "Open your eyes, Simón! She's bad for you, she's bad for everyone!"
Simón looked at his friend's face, her pain-filled eyes. He understood where she was coming from and she wasn't the first to tell him this. But there was one thing she clearly wasn't getting— not as she should.
"Luna, I love her."
Luna stood silent. Probably because she could see how serious he was, the emotion on his face. Simón took a deep breath and decided that, if he was going to get her to understand, it would have to be now.
"She's not using me, and she didn't brainwash me, and I'm not blind, I just love her. I know she's done bad things but I also know how she truly is, I know she's changing back to the girl she should've always been, and I love that person. So I wanted to give her a chance to do things right with this, I wanted to believe in her, that's why I didn't tell you about the Felipe thing," he explained. "When I told you that I was in love with Ámbar back then, I tried to fight against it, Luna, I swear I did, but I couldn't. That's why what happened with her happened, because it was stronger than me. It is still stronger than me, Luna."
Luna's expression was solemn, impossible for him to decipher. Simón had put as much emotion behind his voice as he could muster, hoping, begging that it was enough.
"I love her," he murmured into the silence of the room. "Please, understand."
The ball was on Luna's court. Simón had extended his hand with his feet right on the cliffside, wondering if she'd take it or let him fall. Another heartbeat passed in which neither of them spoke, but his eyes were begging in volumes that words couldn't.
Luna crossed her arms in front of her.
"And you think she loves you?" She asked, with no shortage of skepticism.
Simón remembered the smiles Ámbar gifted him with, the way she looked at him, how she told him she had never felt this way in her life, the way she kissed him, the way she held him...
Neither of them had ever said the words but...
"...I think she does," he finally answered.
Luna looked at him in silence. Her eyes showed hurt, betrayal, and another thousand things, but as she nodded to herself and spoke again, the rest of her face was the stark image of indifference.
"Well then. I hope you're very happy together. You two deserve each other."
She walked past him quickly, leaving the room.
"Luna!" He tried to call after her. It couldn't end like this, she had to forgive him, he couldn't lose her. But she didn't turn back.
Simón's heart fell at his feet. Right at the bottom of the cliffside, the water was ice cold.
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Hellooo. I know, it took me forever to update, I'm sorry about that. I figured, tho, that since today was the release of "La Diva de la Escuela" it was a good day to come back with more ;)
Btw I love the song.
And I hope you don't hate me for this.
Bye! 🌺
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Hi, C from the future here! The original version of this last scene between Luna and Simón had always bothered me, so I finally changed it up a bit. I tried to maintain as much of the original as I could for you all that have read this many times, but I tried to make it more real (?) hopefully (?). It just didn't make sense to me why Simón would just hand over the fact that he slept with Ámbar so easily when it's such an intimate moment of his personal life. I figured Luna would've had to be more insistent, and truth be told, it's not like she isn't in canon, and it's not like she has any qualms about barging into people's personal lives. Also, I don't know why the me from 5 years back just made Luna apparently forget that Simón had told her he was in love with Ámbar ??? I don't understand how that makes sense. I think I wanted the "I love her" to be dramatic or something, but why the fuck would Luna be shocked ?? She had this information already ?? I don't know, I'm confused sdkfsns.
Anyway— on a completely self-indulgent note, I added a Taylor Swift reference from the song Hoax. "Stood by the cliffside screaming, 'Give me a reason'". I just couldn't help myself.
If Frank Zhang is the most adjusted of the 7, Leo is the least adjusted just barely missing Jason.
Which is very concerning considering Jason was raised by wolves. And as far as we know Leo was raised by humans. But Jason had Lupa who loved him while Leo had mentally abusive humans after his mum died but he atleast was raised by humans.
Butt was he???
.. Is Leo Valdez actually a feral child?!
*pulls out powerpoint slides*
Leo Valdez who took to the streets immediately after Aunt Rosa dismisses him because he knows no one will care for him like his mother did, and if his family doesn't want him no one will.
Now he's not as bad as Jason, considering Jason was a toddler and Leo was 8 years old.
So unlike Jason, Leo knows english very well but will only use it if he has to. He prefers Spanish because it reminds him of his mama. (He also taps out more code messages to her when he's upset, hoping she can see them from the sky.)
But given the survivalist environment and mindset he would've had during that and the limited interaction with people he'd have... Yeah it's not hard to see him biting a few hands.
Also there's the fire that flares up when he can't control his emotions.
Leo valdez was definitely a scrappy lol trickster street kid who drew blue prints into the dirt and hung out in dustbins behind restaurants.
Jason absolutely adopted him the moment they met and Leo 'what even is affection?' Valdez just toddled along behind him like a lil duckling.
Is this just me trying to make everyone in PJO a feral child
... No...
Though there are people I can't really fit that hc into, such as Piper and Annabeth. Yeah yeah I get Annabeth was also a street kid but it wasn't for very long and she had Thalia and Luke to stop her going apeshit. It was just extreme babysitting.
Annabeth at Camp was more of a little shit little sister than feral.
And Piper is a rich guys daughter who grew up as a princess.
Alright friends, after a hiatus of just living and being happy with life I’m back putting more work into my shop and offering tarot readings again!
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