you invite your closest friends over for a garden party. you all wear pastel colored dresses and wear flower crowns in your hair. fairy lights hang from the trees and delicious pastries cover the table. as music plays, you dance barefoot in the grass
Laughter mingles with the sound of glasses clinking, and it’s all carried on the light breeze that passes through. There’s cream and jam stains on the white lace tablecloth, crumbs of what had been sweet pastries are spread around. Still fresh plates of turnovers, scones, and more are brought out. The garden was not too far from the house, but the shaded branches of the willow tree made them feel hidden away from the world. Colors of flowers brought vibrancy, a mix of purples, blues, pinks from different flowers of all kinds, their sweet smell caught here and there. The sun had set and the glow of lights in mason jars that hung over them lit their small party.
Lucy urges them all together and lifts the phone up. The five all flash bright smiles and she snaps a picture. She laughs when she looks it over. Lucky is squeezed in the middle, her blue pastel sundress poking out between Vivi’s sea green romper, and Jamie’s flowing long pink skirt. Lucy’s arm was slung around Cherry’s shoulder, her pastel tie-dye two piece crop top and flare pants clashed with the darker tone of Cherry’s green dress.
“Let’s, like, take another!” Jamie insists. She down the rest of her sweet tea and moves to position herself.
Lucky stands up and shakes her head. “In a minute, Jams. C’mon let’s dance!” She urges, tugging on both Jamie’s and Lucy’s hands. “I finished my ranch, my garden is bloomin’ and we should celebrate!”
Cherry stays sitting, watching her friends twirl and spin around, their giggling growing into outright laughter. She smiles and claps along to an unheard song. When their dancing slowed, Lucky breathes shakily and smiles. “Y’all it means so much to me that you guys came out to celebrate with me.” She says sincerely, glancing at each of her friends.
“Course, Charms!” Lucy replies quickly, waving her arm to everything. “This place took you three years to shape up. Why would we miss celebrating that?”
Lucky and Vivi share a quick glance and Vivi hides her knowing smile as Lucky speaks again “I got one more thing to celebrate.” She points out, she motions for Cherry to come over. The three give her a puzzled look.
“What, like, else are we celebrating?” Jamie asks gently. Lucky takes a deep breath and points to her stomach.
It’s a beat of a moment before their eyes widen. Jamie squeals loudly, Lucy cheers, and Cherry gives Lucky a hug, whispering her congratulations in her ear. Again, like in the picture they all crowd around Lucky again, and a happy chatter begins between them.
it’s st. patrick’s day which makes it jojo’s birthday! i was gonna write something but i’m exhausted so have headcanons instead
it’s jojo’s tenth birthday party and lucky is freaking out cause her first baby has hit double digits
clyde and lucky decide to make it an Event
they deck out the whole ranch and invite everyone
it’s unicorn themed. so lots of pastel colors, balloons, just everything. some horses even wear comfy cones that make them look like their unicorns
lucky cries every five minutes about jojo being 10 so she can’t blow up any balloons, so vivi takes over
only she starts crying too remembering how henri just turned ten as well
their husbands take over
jamie insists on baking the cake. she flies out to colorado just for jojo’s party and brings her boys.
this of course triggers something primal in the kids when they all get together and suddenly are up to No Good
lucy arrives with fireworks, cause she Knows her niece. but the firecrackers disappear.
lucas is not being a good influence at this party, like, at all. kinda tells the kids “maybe you shouldn’t do that...or well it could be kick ass if you did maybe”
he gives jojo her first guitar and she LOVES it
rylee is dozes off on the couch so she can not be held accountable by association for whatever lucas does.
cherry is not able to make it, but she still facetimes and jojo is ecstatic to see her aunt cherry and they geek a bit for a while.
somehow a firecracker ends up in the cake, and it explodes. chunks of cake everywhere.
this is all before the party even starts
also it starts to storm
the parents and aunts and uncles are over it by this point. lucky figures “NO this is still my baby’s party” and they move the party inside and just have a blast playing games, music, eating, and watching movies
then isaac shows up with all the Awesome gifts the kids forget everything
i’m sorry for how long this took, but i’m back at it again! shout out to @headcanonsfromanelfblossom for being my beta and all of you for inspiring me! <3
part 3 of ?
Olympus, the home of the gods. Mighty and grand, and in all its splendor!
...basically looked like something out of a vintage Aspen postcard. There was no plumes of clouds swirling over golden roads. Chariots and pegasus weren’t racing across the skyline. There wasn’t even a single Corinthian pillar in sight.
Lucky shoves her hands into the pockets of the 90’s print neon windbreaker Lucy lent to wear over her party dress from the night before. The wind is chilly, even for late Summer. She looks around, taking in the sight of the mountain ranges in the distance, and the closer rolling hills lined with pine trees. In the center of it all, a simple looking town laid there.
So far off from what she would draw of Olympus as a kid.
“Luce, just take Avernus Lake Boulevard, it’s the easiest way.” Jamie says, fishing her phone out of a glittery clutch bag.
Lucy shakes her head. “Alkyonian Lake Drive is what I used before, so I’ll use it again.” she argues. She swings the door of her Volkswagen open and looks to Lucky. “Ready?” She calls out. “We gotta hurry, traffic is a killer around the breakfast rush.”
Lucky looks away from the town with a pout. “Olympus is just like Aspen?” She asks a bit disheartened. “That’s another thing, why aren’t y’all in Greece?” She questions, climbing into the car.
In the front seat, Jamie buckles herself in. “We go back, like, now and then. But ever since mortals lost sight and belief in us,”she trails off and shrugs. “We just roam around, but Ran- er, Zeus took a real liking to Colorado so, we’ve been here for, like, the last hundred centuries.” She explains easily.
“Oh.” Lucky says nodding. “Looks like y’all like keepin’ it modern, too?”
Lucy starts up the car, pulling out of the driveway. “Well yeah. You’d expect us to just be in the Bronze Age forever?” She asks back. “We like a bit of modernism, too.”
A sheepish look crosses Lucky’s face. “I guess that makes sense.” She says quietly. Lucy chuckles, catching Lucky’s eyes in the rearview mirror.
“But sometimes Zeus feels nostalgic and we’ll have a day or two when this place looks a bit more how it used to.” She adds.
It would have been a quiet ride into town if it hadn’t been for a Gary Newman song blaring on the speakers.
Lucy taps her fingers in beat to the song on the steering wheel. Jamie’s own fingers tap rapidly the screen of her phone. Lucky leans up slightly, catching a glance of the name of who she was texting ‘A❤️💖 💝💘💗💞💕💓😍’
Smiling slightly Lucky slumps back down. ‘A’, she had a slight idea who that might have been. Absently, her hand lifts up and her fingers brush the lines of the splotchy birthmark on her chest.
What if she really was some reincarnated oracle from Ancient Greece?
‘No.’ Lucky pushes away the thought. ‘No, I am not Tyche. I’m Lucky.’
For the briefest and scariest second, a sense of uncertainty fills her.
‘Aren’t I?’
“So.” Lucky speaks up to stop her thinking from going any further. “Y-Y’all have mentioned some guy named Clyde. Who is he?”
The song comes to an end and finally silence fills the car.
Lucy draws out a long “Uuuhhh…”
Jamie pats her friend’s shoulder a few times as if to reset her. “He was, like, a good friend of Tyche.”
“He was a really good friend of hers.” Lucy adds, her voice dipping a little at ‘really’.
Before Lucky could respond, Jamie claps her hands. “Oh, let’s stop at Tweek’s!” She suggests. “We need to, like, make change and I could go for, like, some pastries.”
Lucy nods, flipping on the turn signal. “Good idea.” She agrees. They pull into a small plaza that sits nestled in the shadow of a mountain. Lucky leans forward, peering from between Lucy and Jamie. She hadn’t even noticed they passed by the town and were nearing a mountain range, a more shadowy looking one of all of them. Lucky starts to feel a heaviness grow in the pit of her stomach as they cruise by various shops in the rundown plaza.
‘Grief Counseling by Penthos’ read one sign. Next to it, another sign read ‘Geras’ Old Age Vintage Shop’. Lucy pulls up to the end of the shops, passing into a drive through. ‘Tweek Bros Coffee’ was painted across the window, the word ‘Curae’s’ had clearly been scraped off.
Rolling down the window, Lucy leans out as a static voice yelps from the drive thru.
“Gah! H-How can I help you?”
Lucy lifts her sunglasses. “Hey, Tweek. Give me and Jams our usual, please.” She orders. Turning to Lucky, she asks. “Want anything?”
“Uh.” Lucky blinks. “N-No. I think I’m okay. Don’t have much of an appetite right now.”
Lucy shrugs, calling back out. “And that’ll be it.”
“Y-Your total is f-five dollars. Aw, jeez!” The voice exclaims. Lucy zooms around the corner and plucks the ten dollar bill Jamie hands to her. At the window, a young man with wild blonde hair stands twitching and trembling.
“How’s it going, Tweek?” Lucy asks politely, taking the cups of beverage and bag. Tweek shakes, looking over his shoulder.
“Awful!” He cries. His head twitches and his eyes shut tight. “Pete!” He points to one of the shops in the plaza. “He’s going to kill me and take my shop, I just know it!” The girl follow his finger to look to the store front simply marked ‘Phobos’ where a sullen young man with dark hair stood, staring right at them.
Unblinking. Unmoving.
All three grimace and look away.
“I’ll try and talk to him.” Lucy offers. “We’re gonna see Cherry, Tweekie. Can I get coins as my change?”
“Rrgh.” Tweek replies, taking the money. He fumbles with the register before dropping three silver coins into Lucy’s hands. “Here!”
“Thanks, Tweek.” Lucy says sweetly. She gives a wiggly-fingered wave and drives off. Lucky finally finds her voice.
“That...that was Curae? Anxiety?” She asks, her voice pitching slightly. Lucy sips at her drink.
“Mmhm. Not a lot of mortals know that.” Lucy nods, making a check shape in the air with her finger. “Another point for the reincarnated Oracle!”
Lucky scoffs. “I have a Bachelor’s and Master’s degree in Classical Studies, majoring in Greek Mythology. I’m also working on earning my PhD in the field as well. And!” She lifts her pointer finger. “I was just hired as a docent at the Denver Art Museum heading the Greek Mythos exhibit so…” She makes an exaggerated air check mark. “Point for Lucky Siddalee Day, girl who worked her ass off in college!”
Lucy and Jamie peer at each other.
‘Nerd’ Lucy mouths.
Lucky folds her arms over her chest, looking out the window as the mountain comes closer as the Volkswagen drives on. “But, um, those names back in that plaza.” She says hesitantly, pointing over her shoulder “Those...guys are the ones you’d kinda meet before…” Lucky trails off, unsure if she wants to even think of finishing the sentence she was about to speak.
The looming shadow of the mountain covers the car. Lucky looks out the window and feels her heart leap into her throat.
An immaculate sign made of white stone greets them. It’s black letters carved meticulously, into it, reading;
Welcome to Underworld Co.
A cool chill seems to settle over the Volkswagen as they drove further down into the cavern of the mountain. Any traces of the sun vanishes completely, and only the light of torches lit with flames guide them along. Rows and rows of cars occupy the parking spaces; cars ranging from decade to decade. Lucky swears she sees a Rolls-Royce 10 hp as they drive by.
Lucy turns the steering wheel left, then right, then left again. “Dick!” She exclaims when a wall comes up. Lucky blinks and rubs her eyes. Was that wall there before? Lucy shares a few choice swear words in modern English and ancient Greek as she throws the car into reverse.
Again, she turns left, then right...right one more time. Jamie shakes her head as another wall seems to magically appear. Lucky looks around. “What is all this?” She asks, ignoring Lucy’s agitated grumbling.
Jamie looks over her shoulder to her. “Parking garage. If Lucy, like, took, Avernus Lake Boulevard like I told her, we would’ve had valet parking.”
“Jamie.” Lucy rolls her eyes. “The last time I used valet, the harpies practically tore my car to shreds. And- aha!” Lucy veers the car to a sharp left into an empty spot. “See? Barely took us even twenty minutes.”
The three climb out of the Volkswagen and Lucky looks around the parking garage. It was a maze. Literally. The ramps shifted and turned, while walls appeared and vanished. A car zooms by them and screeches as the road turns and sends it crashing into a dead end. Lucy winces. “Hope they got insurance.” She comments lightly. The three avoid more cars speeding by and make their way to an elevator.
A wispy ghostly figure of a man is there to welcome them as the elevator doors slide open. Lucky yelps, covering her mouth. He turns his head and Lucky winces when she sees the gruesome way he met his end, with a long slash stretches across his throat. Lucky is sure her chest is pulsing visibly with each pound of her heart. Jamie easily catches her from tumbling off the curb.
“Going down?” The ghost asks politely. Lucy nods, as they step in. She passes a silver coin to the ghost who smiles. “Ah, going way down. Elevator Styx to Main Lobby!” It calls out, cranking a lever. The doors seal shut behind them, and Jamie grips onto the railings, bracing herself. Lucy does the same and looks to Lucky.
“Better hold on tight.” She warns.
Lucky isn’t sure what is more terrifying, the elevator plunging downward or the sound of the muzak cover of Lady by Styx blaring over the speakers. Either way, her screams echo the entire way down.
*
Lucky can barely appreciate the Corinthian columns she thought she would have seen earlier. She clings tightly to Lucy’s arm as they walk down the hallways of white marble walls accented with ebony and gold designs.
It was all so elegant, and yet, so cold.
“Oh, poor Lucky.” Jamie says, gently trying to push down the curls of Lucky’s hair that stuck up on end from the elevator ride. “It’s, like, taken me over, like, a thousand years to get used to that drop. Are you going to be alright?” She asks
Lucky nods. “J-Just waitin’ for my soul to catch up with my body.” She replies weakly.
A high pitched nasally voice speaks up as they step into the main lobby. “Welcome to the Underworld Co, what d’ya want?”
Lucky jumps, and looks up to catch sight of a harsh looking woman sitting at the front desk. Her hair seemed to slither, but not with snakes. Her skin was a pale grey and her hallowed eyes stare the three visitors down, as if they interrupted something very important.
“I said.” Comes her nasally voice again. “What. Do. You. Want.” She bites out, pointing her nail file at them with each word. “All My Demigods is on and you’re wasting my time!”
“Hey, Erinyes, um, One?” Lucy greets. The woman’s eyes seem to darken more. “Two.” Lucy corrects herself quickly. The woman relaxes a bit and goes back to filing her claws. “We need to see Cherry.”
Erinyes Two snorts. “Yeah? You and half of Olympus and the Mortal World. You’ll need tah schedule a meeting with the boss like everyone else.”
Lucy frowns slightly. “Listen, can you just tell her that Dionysus and Aphrodite are here to see her?”
At that Erinyes Two gasps over dramatically and puts a hand to her chest. “Oh, we have name-dropping gawds here! I’ll get right on that!” She nods. Lucy narrows her eyes as Erinyes Two smirks. “Sit down, wino-head. I’ll see if the boss can squeeze you in.”
Lucy takes one, two, and three breaths as Jamie guides her away from the front desk and to the waiting area. The chairs- actually, chaises were comfortable at least. Lucky sits down between Lucy and Jamie. Lucy sat nearly seething.
“I can’t stand dealing with Erinyes. Any of them.” She says, snatching up a magazine titled “Better Hearth and Home”. Across the room a wide screen flat TV showed the scene of a gorgon woman, slapping a Minotaur across the face.
Erinyes Two cackles. “He had that comin’” She says mainly to herself.
Lucky sits back. Lucy wasn’t kidding when she said that Olympus was keeping up with modern times, maybe even a bit more advanced. A wisp of another ghost floats down the hallway, a woman who appeared to be from another time and age, followed moments later by a man who looked like he stepped out of a 1950’s movie set. At the desk Erinyes Two sighs dreamily as he passes.
Lucky’s jaw drops slightly and she turns to Jamie. “Was that…?” She whispers in astonishment.
Jamie glances up from her phone and nods. “Yeah, that’s him.” She replies, there’s almost a hint of a sigh in her voice as well. “Who knew a ghost of a mortal would be such a star here in Olympus too?”
Another hour passes and Lucky begins to feel restless. There’s only so much daytime television that one can watch, in the Mortal world and Olympus. She feels like she’s read through all the magazines on the table; Demeter’s Fine Gardening, Chronos, Olympus Weekly. But Lucy and Jamie seem barely fazed by the dragging of time. That must’ve been one of the perks of being a goddess.
A loud banging of a door opening wide shakes the room. Erinyes Two jumps and stands at attention. “Good Afternoon, sir.” She greets politely. Any and all traces of the rudeness that she had greeted them with early disappeared entirely.
Lucky leans forward to see a man coming in. As wide as he was tall. He wore a black suit, designed with tiny floral prints of blood red roses, and twisting green stems. If one looked quick enough, hints of skulls could be caught between the prints of flowers. Was...was this Hades?
At that, the man blisters and whips his head around towards them. There’s an angry color on his cheeks as his eyes narrow.
Oh. Oh no. Oh no freaking way.
Lucky giggles in disbelief, and covers her mouth to hide the sound. It’s too late, Persephone heard her.
“Who the hell are you?” He demands, storming over. Lucky stumbles, dropping her purse as she goes to stand up. Persephone is before her, practically towering above Lucky. There’s a light scent of flowers followed quickly by almost metallic smell. Lucky holds her breath and peers up at him.
Persephone pauses, his eyes widening slightly before his steely glare returns. “I said who the hell are you? Speak up, mortal!” He snaps- literally snapping his fingers with each word.
“Oh come off it, Kore.” Lucy cuts in, gently tugging Lucky away from his imposing figure. “Where’s Cherry?”
Persephone grunts in frustration. “Stop callin’ me that, you dumb drunk. Did you come here just to bother me?”
“Dear.” Comes a new voice. Soft and light. It’s spoken in a tone almost above a whisper, but it carries so well across the marble walls. At the voice, Persephone’s anger melts away, replaced with a charming smile and light in his eyes.
“Darling.” He calls back. “Your friends came to visit, seems they brought us another stray.” He shoots them a secret look, just before a woman comes around the corner.
Lucky stares in awe of the god of the underworld. Hades.
The very picture of elegance in a black dress of lace and satin, designed to match her lover’s; twisting patterns of vines and skulls. The red curls of her hair twisted carefully into a pilat crown.
Her gaze is slow, careful, and observant as she looks over Lucky. In that moment, Lucky isn’t sure if she should bow or curtsy. Or faint. That’s what she really felt like doing.
“Cherry.” Lucy greets, smiling. She’s standing by Lucky now, hanging an arm over her shoulders. “This is our new friend. We need your help.”
Persephone makes an agitated grunt. “You know we don’t spare mortal souls.”
“Eric.” Cherry says. So that was his name. Lucky thinks it suits him a bit more than Persephone. However, Persephone did have it’s darker meaning. Cherry gives her husband a gentle smile. “You are right. We do not spare souls so easily, however, she is not dead.” Her eyes look to Lucky again.
Lucky smiles weakly. “Well, guess ya wouldn’t be the ruler of the underworld if ya didn’t know that.” She jokes, hoping to ease the growing tension. Eric seems to bristle again.
Cherry doesn’t laugh, but her smile doesn’t falter either. “What is your name?” She asks.
“It’s…” Lucky begins. Her tongue nearly betrays her when she feels the letter T forming on her lips. “Lucky.” She says quickly. “It’s Lucky. That’s my name.”
At that, Cherry lifts her eyes to Lucy and Jamie. Lucky doesn’t see the way the two goddesses nod.
Jamie speaks up. “Cherry, do you think, like there may be a chance, like, she could be…”
Cherry turns her stunned gaze back to Lucky. “Tyche.” She says in a whisper.
Eric’s eyes grow wide. His body seems to freeze on the spot. He barely hears the way Cherry asks the three visitors to follow her to the Archive Room. He watches the short brunette follow after them. It could not be her. He regains feeling in his body and finally his brain begins to think again, saying the first thought that came to him.
“Oh, shit.”
*
The Archive Room is not unlike any other office space. Save for the floor to ceiling filing cabinets, long ladders and winged monsters soaring back and forth.
Lucky sits across from Cherry, watching as the goddess takes a box from one of the monsters, nodding her thanks. “I apologize for the mess.” Cherry says. “We are beginning to go...digital.” She finishes with a sigh.
Eric is not too far, drinking a large cup of mead. “It’s going to really help us be more organized and keep track of all these souls and more.” He points out. “It was my idea.” He adds grinning.
Lucy snorts. “Humble as always.”
Eric shows her a view of one of his fingers in a quick motion.
“These are the T files. Tyche’s name should be here.” Cherry’s fingers barely seem like they even graze the tips of the file tops. Lucky glances to Jamie and Lucy nervously. They smile back to her, and Jamie takes her hand, giving it a small squeeze.
“Don’t worry.” Jamie assures her.
Lucky watches as Cherry wordlessly scans the file from top to bottom. Her eyes moving in a swift but steady motion. Eric downs his mead and swallows loudly, watching the scene closely.
Cherry inhales sharply, her movements coming to a halt. “I do not...understand.” Cherry says. “Tyche is not listed here.”
“What?” Lucy, Lucky and Jamie all blurt out at once.
Eric is quick, he comes to Cherry’s side and takes the file box in his arms. “We’re in the process of going digital remember?” He points out. “Maybe her file was just taken out of order.”
Lucy doesn’t seem to accept the answer. “She has a mark. The one mortals carry if their souls return.”
Cherry opens her mouth, but Eric is the one to reply. “That rarely ever happens. Even then it takes a mortal nearly thousands of centuries of penance.” He explains quickly. “Your friend is...just some coincidence.”
“Yeah, I think we came here to talk with Cherry.” Lucy growls. “You know, the actual ruler here?”
Eric’s face goes red. “What makes you so sure about her anyway?!”
Lucky shoves away from the table, and stands. All eyes turn to her as she snatches the windbreaker up, “If no one has answers. I want to go home. Oracle or not.” She says. With a swift turn, she storms out of the room.
Jamie and Lucy begin to follow before Cherry lifts her hand to stop them. Wordlessly, she follows after Lucky.
*
Lucky leans against the wall, her head tilted back. Her eyes trace the patterns of gold traced through the marble. She counts to ten and closes her eyes. Still a strong unease racks her body.
What and why the hell was this happening to her?
This week began so, well, normally. Now all of a sudden…
“Dear, will you be alright?”
Lucky gasps and opens her eyes. Cherry is standing beside her. There’s a concerned look on her face. “I am sorry about everything that happened back there.” She continues. “I can only imagine how overwhelmed you may be feeling.”
Lucky grunts. “I am beyond overwhelmed.” She mumbles, crossing her arms. “Nothin’ is makin’ sense anymore. In the span of nearly 24 hours, I feel like I’ve been thrown into a bad dream I can’t wake up from. Suddenly, I can’t stop...doubting who I am.”
Cherry listens carefully. “You are having doubts. Do you feel less like yourself?”
“Ever since I heard Tyche.” Lucky sighs. “Tyche...Tyche. Lucky…” She pushes a hand to her head. “I can’t be some ancient oracle. It’s just ain’t possible.”
“Yet, you are here. The Underworld, Olympus…” Cherry says, motioning around. “Lucy says you are clear of drunkenness.”
Lucky laughs dryly. “My stars how I wish I was.” She rubs her arms and looks around the hallway before looking back to Cherry. “Do ya think I’m...I could be her?”
“It is possible. Yet, I would not understand how. Eric may be...severe. But he is correct. The way souls can return is quite rare.” Cherry explains. “However, something does present itself as odd.”
Right, the whole issue of Tyche’s name being missing. Maybe her file was replaced or lost in the transition. Lucky hums and closes her eyes.
“There is a way.” Cherry speaks up. “If you truly wish to find out if you are Tyche or not.”
Lucky looks to her again. “How?” She asks.
“Drink from the River Mnemosyne.” Cherry replies.
Lucky breathes in. Of course the River Mnemosyne could help. If she was Tyche, her memories would come back. She’d…
She’d no longer be Lucky.
“No.” Lucky says quickly. “No, no. I can’t” She shakes her head.
Cherry nods in understanding. “I respect that. Yet, you should know...word spreads fast in Olympus. Oracle or not. Your presence here is known.”
Lucky pales as Cherry finishes her warning. She seems every bit of the goddess of the underworld as her eyes seem to darken and her voice sends trembles through Lucky’s very bones “Some gods and goddesses will be eager to know the truth, my dear. Take care.”
*
Lucky breathes in the scent of her apartment. Cinnamon and worn books.
It’s so comforting.
Jamie thinks so as she lounges across the couch. “I’ve never stayed a whole night in the mortal realm in, like, years!” She says happily. “Or been to a sleepover!”
Lucky rolls her eyes and presses the popcorn button on the microwave. “Let’s not make it a habit.” She says. Lucy opens the fridge and takes out a bottle of root beer.
“I can make this wine, you know.” She offers. Lucky goes green slightly at the memory of the night before. Lucy shakes her head. “I guess not. Hey…”
“Hm?” Lucky prompts, fishing in a cabinet for a bowl.
“I’m sorry.” Lucy apologizes. “I got a bit extra with Eric and the news. Also, kidnapping you to Olympus.” She adds sheepishly. Lucky turns to Lucy and smiles slightly.
“Thank you.” She says, coming up to Lucy. “Promise you’ll ask me next time? And...keep helping me find out the truth? Slowly.”
Lucy grins tugging Lucky into a tight hug. “Promise.” She says. Lucky laughs, pulling away as the popcorn finished. They all pile onto the couch with Jamie and start the movie. Back to the Future.
After a while. Lucy lifts her hand. A long slender blunt is balanced between her fingers. “So...we’re against getting drunk. But, what about high?”
Jamie and Lucky share a look.
“Oh, what the hell.” Lucky sighs with a shrug. “I may or may not be some reincarnated oracle.”
Lucy lights it up, smiling. “That’s the spirit.”
*
Lucky sits on the floor and at the TV, the credits rolling. Behind her on the couch, Lucy and Jamie lay deep in their sleep. Their high being slept away slowly. They miss the way Lucky’s green eyes cast a slight glow in the darkness.
“Alas.” Lucky speaks up, her voice distant, reaching across time. “How mistrust will lead to misfortune. A great shadow hovers over Olympus. Ruin and dust shall be the gods kingdom.”
an au @headcanonsfromanelfblossom and i realized should probs be a thing
On the high seas is a dreaded pirate ship called Siren. With its fearsome Captain Lucy Montgomery. But not too fearsome, she just loves her ship and her crew and causing havoc for the Royal Navy. She’s agile and quick with her sword, and has a Hat. Those wide WIDE brim hats (like on a Barbossa level) adorned with beads, feathers, and pieces of gems. Also her hair is braided. The cutthroat navigator Lucky Day is logical than most pirates, she’s very well educated and knows the stars and has many charts and maps she’s made herself. Lethal with a dagger and pistol. Up in the crow’s nest sits a mermaid by the name of Vivi who they found off the coast of France. Her tail vanishes outside of the water, and she’s got her legs. But she keeps hydrated if need be. She’s got a sweet voice and sharp teeth. She also wears an eye patch cause it’s funky looking but she really doesn’t need it. Pirate fashion. Jamie is recent to the Siren crew. A noble lady the sirens “kidnapped” before an arranged marriage. Jamie noticed the crew was in dire need of a cook, the sirens saw how skilled Jamie was with a knife, both in and out of the kitchen and away they took her into the seven seas.
Bee is a rival pirate captain, with her trusty but sleepy first mate Rylee.
Lady Rachel Hayes is taken by the Sirens one night and it may or may not have set a fire under one corrupted Naval Captain Cartman who already swore he’d see the Siren and it’s crew at the bottom of the sea.
pls write about star girls watching a meteor shower!
(miss and love our star girls)
they didn’t have to drive too far, only a mile or two out of town. it was a place where no man made light could block out the sky and the celestial show that would take place. the one thing that they didn’t account for, were the clouds.
lucky puffs her cheeks. cherry smiles slightly at the childish gesture. she understands completely, it’s not every day such a vivid meteor shower comes around. “perhaps we just need to give it some time.” she tries to assure. “they seem to be passing by rather quickly.”
“i guess so.” lucky sighs, laying back in the bed of the truck, she glares at the rolling clouds she can spy up in the dark. “go away.” she orders uselessly. cherry stays sitting at the truck’s end. even though they had set up at least three thick quilts and pillows, cherry wasn’t exactly keen on laying back.
she tilts her head back, catching only glimpses of the stars between clouds. maybe if she watched close enough, she may see one shooting by, even if for a second. there’s a light tug on her coat, and cherry turns to lucky. the brunette smiles, motioning to the spot next to her.
“it’s a lot more comfy to lay down, it won’t hurt your neck as much.” lucky says. cherry swallows. a race of thoughts flood through her head, before she finds herself carefully moving and laying beside lucky. the thickness of the quilts helps a lot, as well as the pillows to cushion her body from the truck bed’s hard surface.
“better?” lucky asks. cherry nods.
their eyes turn heavenward once more, in time to see the last cloud ease by and the brilliant luminosity of the stars came into sight. a more easy silence fell over them, their fingers linked together as they laid there and watched the passing stars fly over their bodies.
The lab’s doors are held open by a pair of her officers, as scientists and techs troop out through them, notebooks and tablets clutched to their chests.
Jamie stands at the edge of the crowd, her face schooled into a mask of cool indifference despite the ache in her heart. She can see how disgruntled and resolute the researchers are, even in the wake of their project being shut down.
Her eyes follow an impeccably dressed redhead, her cheeks flushed and eyes bright as she makes her way down the steps. As if feeling Jamie’s gaze on her, the researcher’s eyes fall on the blonde uniformed sergeant.
Her steps are quick, the clicking of heels echoing on the pavement, and Jamie takes in a deep breath.
The woman is shorter than she is, but looks up with a surprising flare of passion in her green eyes.
“There are no grounds to shut this project down,” she says, her voice even and sure. “Your officers need to leave.”
“I’m afraid we can’t ma’am,” Jamie says, feeling the weight of her sergeant's cords on her arm. “We have a warrant, and orders.”
The nametag on her lab coat says R. Hayes and Jamie offers a smile, hoping to placate her.
“You can’t-”
“Ms. Hayes,” Jamie repeats, taking her hat off. A few stray blonde hairs fall in her face, despite the hairspray she uses to keep it back in a tight bun. “There’s nothing I can do,” she says softly, “Go now, have a cup of tea, evaluate your options. You can fight this another day.”
Ms. Hayes eyes her assessingly, gaze flicking over the rank and name badge, her posture so stiff that it would put an officer at attention to shame.
“Very well,” she finally exhales, brushing non-existant dirt or dust from her immaculate clothing. “I believe, Sergeant Jameson, this will not be the last time we meet.”
Jamie smiles, finding something irresistible about the banked flames behind this woman’s eyes.
“I hope not,” she finds herself saying, winking at the researcher before she loses the nerve.
prompt: also “Please stop petting the test subjects" for cherry&jamie, platonic or romantic doesn't matter. maybe even for monster girl au?? it's the month of halloween after all
prompted by the beautiful @soquedhozi ♥
notes: IT’S MONSTER GIRL AU! the doctor is in, and her patient is a blonde werewolf lady!!!
The lab is more sterile, white, and overwhelmingly bright than she remembers. Jamie pulls a pair of rose-gold sunglasses from her bag, and puts them on her snout. She blinks a few times, trying to adjust to the harsh lights of the lab.
“Thank you for agreeing to more tests,” Doctor Hayes says, her back to the werewolf as she prepares vials, takes equipment out of neatly organized cupboards. “This will greatly aid my research.”
“Happy to like, help,” Jamie says, walking along the countertop. She reaches a claw into a cage, gently stroking the head of a white rat. “What are we doing again today?”
Doctor Hayes turns, assessing the golden fur along her countertop with a frown.
“Please stop petting my test subjects,” Doctor Hayes says, taking out a small dustpan and brush and sweeping the countertops swiftly. “I would like you to answer a few questions, and take some more blood samples to compare against the last batch I took.”
Jamie sniffs the air, settling herself into the doctor’s chair. The room smells of sterilizing alcohol, the mice, and nerves. She wonders if she makes the doctor nervous, or if she’s always this anxious.
“Sounds good,” the werewolf finally says, “Did you want my human blood?”
The doctor’s head snaps to hers, green eyes wide. “Human? Is this...not your normal form?”
“I make it my normal form; it’s just easier,” Jamie says, her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth as she scratches behind one ear, “But like, well technically, I am a shapeshifter, right? So would my blood change too?”
Doctor Hayes’ eyes shine brightly, and something shifts in the room. Jamie can smell the doctor’s heightened adrenaline, and hears the pounding of her heart.
“Perhaps,” Doctor Hayes says, her hands fidgeting together. “If you wouldn’t mind?”
Jamie takes a breath and closes her eyes. It’s been ages since she’s done this - she hasn’t been ‘human’ since before dating Bianca. She sees no reason to hide her true self when she’s with her vampire girlfriend.
Bones crack and she lets out a sharp shriek as her body rearranges itself. Jamie hears the doctor suck in a sharp gasp, but she can barely focus on it as she feels her limbs shrink, her face reorganize.
“Fuck,” Jamie pants, blinking and groaning as she settles back in the chair. She’s lost about a foot of height, and all the hair on her body is gone, leaving smooth pale, lightly freckled skin. Jamie glances at herself in the mirror and frowns. “I forgot what I looked like.”
“Gracious,” Doctor Hayes exhales, clasping a hand to her chest. “That seems-”
“That’s why I just stick to the in-between,” Jamie sighs, adjusting her clothing. “Full wolf is even more painful, and I only do it at full moon.”
Doctor Hays turns, writing something down quickly before taking a syringe delicately off a tray.
“Want me back at full moon?” Jamie asks, half-joking as she looks away as the doctor inserts the needle. “I’m actually pretty like, in control of myself. Bee leaves me alone though, but like, I think you could sedate me and do what you need to do.”
The unholy light is back in Doctor Hayes’ eyes, and for a moment Jamie wonders what exactly she got herself into with the mysterious doctor.
