#lulock

My book been out over a year now and I love to thank everyone who has helped it reach over 100,000 reads.  

Also; thank you to all the Lulock shippers, yes I broke them up for about seven chapters and added in awkward moments and Sherlock locking her room in his Mind Palace.

[I like the way you think, Anon.]

Name: Mena

Gender: Female

General Appearance: Black hair and brown eyes, Type IV on the Fitzpatrick scale, slightly tall for her age.

Personality: Inheriting a mischievous nature from Luna and an intelligence from Sherlock, Mena is definitely a crafty trickster. This, coupled with a tendency to be impulsive in her decision-making has led to a fairly impressive number of detentions (See the headcanon below).

She mimics Sherlock’s observance with a fair amount of success, but has a short attention span that means she often lacks the discipline to really study people's actions. She is a tad selfish and stubborn (aren't all children?), but capable of patience if it will get her something she wants.

She can come off as aloof (mostly in an attempt to mimic her parents), but is quite compassionate towards those she cares about.

Special Talents: Magical abilities (not as powerful as her mother’s, but still present), oddly artistically inclined

Who they like better: Luna.

Who they take after more: Again, Luna.

Going out to eat with Sherlock and Luna was always... interesting. John was still wrapping his mind around the fact they had a new flatmate, and that she was... not exactly human. Not that Luna had done anything to suggest she was a goddess as Sherlock had said, yet. She even started wearing proper clothing (besides the first time he had met her, when she was dressed head to toe in a dark purple gown that seemed to be taken right out of some other era). But honestly, John wasn’t about to ask for proof. The way the goddess held herself was evidence enough that she, similar to Sherlock, considered herself well above others. The only major difference was that Luna had a tendency to call these “others,” “mortals” with a sneer that could rival the detective’s.

John could almost fool himself into thinking she was normal, except in times like this where she stared at a bottle of fizzy drink as if she’d never seen it before. Which, thinking about it, she probably hadn’t.

“It’s Coke. Coca-Cola,” John explained, when he noticed her narrowed gaze. Sherlock glanced up from her notebook -- she’d been scribbling something about another case -- and shot a glance between the two with a small smirk.

“Yes, I see that,” Luna replied impatiently, motioning to the front of the bottle which bore the name. They fell silent, Luna glaring at the bottle, while John glanced nervously around and Sherlock’s smirk grew. John licked his lips, suddenly worried Luna’s impatience would grow into something more... unmanageable.

“Uhm, Luna, would you like me to -- do you need --”

Sherlock interrupted him with a smug tone. “You don’t know how to open it, do you?”

John was considering taking cover, as if Luna’s murderous glare towards Sherlock was any indication, this may now be ground zero and John did not want to be around when a goddess was angry. Fortunately, all she did was glare. “I can manage. You mortals aren’t overly complex.” And with that, the bottle cap flew off with a pop, bouncing off John’s forehead before clattering to the floor. All the while, Luna’s hands remained in her lap.

John blinked, wondering if he saw that correctly. Casting a glance to Sherlock, he found she too looked mildly surprised. Sherlock raised and eyebrow, while John stuttered, “Did you -- did she -- was that --”

“Magic,” Luna confirmed, bringing the soda bottle to her lips. “Goddess, remember.”

While John tried to wrap his mind around that (thinking to himself he really should start making a list of all the strange things that have happened to him since moving in with Sherlock), Sherlock’s smirk grew.

“It was a mere twist-top.”

The bottle cap flew off of the ground and struck her in the head.