#guest muse || rhea

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Joining the Biz.

When the hotels are all booked up, your cousin asks if a few friends can crash at your place. You accept, not knowing you'll be meeting some people who will become lifelong friends and get a shot at doing what you once loved. [Part One of Three]

Words: 7.7K Author's Note: Never thought I'd wanna write for wrestlers. Just a reminder that I am writing for the CHARACTERS they portray on TV and the way I think these CHARACTERS would be "at home", therefore everyone is single lol. I will tagging this as Jey Uso X Reader, but please be informed that it will not be romance heavy. I'm pretty sure there's not a lot of Jey/Reader interactions, but some of the stuff between them is cutesy rather than steamy. ALSO EVERYONE'S OOC BECAUSE I JUST RECENTLY STARTED WATCHING AND I DON'T KNOW THEIR PERSONALITIES JUST YET.

You're watching the new A Quiet Place movie when your cell rings. Glancing briefly at the screen sitting next to your thigh, you see it's your cousin that you haven't seen in quite a few months.

Pausing the movie, you answer the call. "Dum-Dum, you're alive!"

"Aye, prima, I got a huge favor to ask."

"Hey, YN, long time no talk. How are you? I'm good, what about you, cuz?" You retort a little mockingly.

Dominik sighs and your lips twitch in amusement. "Hi, prima. You good?"

"Never better. Now what do you need?"

The line goes quiet for a few seconds before, "So Monday Night Raw and Friday Night Smackdown are gonna be in the same arena next week and with all the wrestlers in one place, the hotels booked up pretty quickly."

"Okay, and?"

"It's in your city."

It takes a moment, but a lightbulb goes off over your head. "Let me guess, you need a place to stay?"

"Not me, but three friends do. They're scrambling right now, cuz. Please tell me no one's moved in since we last talked."

Chuckling softly, you say, "You know I'm gonna be the perpetually single prima." Dominik chuckles on his side of the line. "And my two spare rooms are always ready for a visitor. But if you're really desperate for a third, I don't mind bunking up with someone since my bed is huge. So long as it doesn't piss off any significant other, someone can bunk with me."

"Aw damn. Your bed is comfy as fuck, and you never let anyone in it."

"No, I just don't let you in it, Dum-Dum. I learned my lesson when we were little. You fight in your sleep."

"Do not."

"Do too. Now, am I rolling out the welcome mat or what? And for how long?"

"One sec." You hang on, listening to the muffled chatter. You don't know who it is that might possibly be staying with you, but you do catch Dominik mentioning that someone named Damian could benefit from sharing with you since he's the tallest and would actually fit in your bed. A few more moments and then he says, "Yes, and are you able to host for like a week or so? We'll be flying out early tomorrow morning. I can be at your place with your guests around five or six in the evening."

"That's fine. Do I get to know who I'm hosting?"

You hear Dominik squeak before, "Hi, mate. It's Rhea. Thanks so much for doing this. I really wasn't looking forward to sharing a small bed with someone."

"It's 'ya uce, Jey Uso." You chuckle at his enthusiasm, realizing his energy matches his persona on TV.

"And, uh, I'm Damian. I promise I don't punch or kick in my sleep."

You huff a laugh. "Priest, right? The tall one?"

"Yeah."

"You'll be good, man. The mattress of my bed is literally from one side of the wall to the other. The only way to get on it is to crawl on from the foot of the bed. Just ask Dominik."

"S'true, man. YN has always been weird about her space on the bed. She needs a lot of it."

"But I'll be fine sharing. I just wasn't a fan of waking up spooning or being spooned by a cousin. But walking, talking, kink material? Yes, please."

There's a sharp bark of laughter of who you assume is Rhea.

"What did you just say?" Dominik muses, more laughter ringing out as your words sink in.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it, cuz. I'm only joking."

"No, you're not. You totally think he's hot."

"Duh. Ripley, Priest, the Usos, Roman Reigns.. they're all smokin'."

"Thanks, mate!"

"You're welcome, mi amor," you retort. "But just because I think they're hot doesn't mean I wanna be railed by them, Dum-Dum."

"I know." He gives a long suffering sigh that you can't help but smile at. "It's why when I realized we were gonna be in town and these morons needed a place to crash, I thought of you. You won't fuck around with my friends. Not like that."

"Aw, I love you too, cuz. Now get off my phone. I was watching a movie before you interrupted me."

"Alright, alright. I'll text you tomorrow."

"Okay. Bye, everyone!"

After hearing a chorus of byes in return, you end the call and go back to your movie.

After a long morning and afternoon of cleaning and changing out bedsheets for fresh ones, you're finally able to relax. You had planned to make a meal, but not knowing if anyone had any dietary restrictions, you decided against it. Instead, your cousin Dominik assured you that they'd pick up some food on the way to your house for you and themselves since you're hosting them.

You're cleaning the pool and making sure the water is balanced to be of use the next day when your phone pings with alerts from your security cameras out front. When you check it and see a black SUV parked behind your Jeep Compass and Range Rover in the driveway, you put everything away and head inside to greet your guests through the front door.

You open your front door, leaning against the door jamb as you watch the men unload suitcases and duffel bags.

Rhea Ripley, however, is walking up your porch stairs with four boxes of pizza in hand. "Ding dong," she muses.

"Hi," you greet. She manages to balance the boxes on one hand, reaching out with the other to give you a brief hug. "Did you guys have a good flight? Drive?"

"Yeah, dude, it was fine. Just this thing with the hotel was stressing us out, but you and Dom came through for us."

"Well, I'm glad to be of service," you say. Just then, the guys start walking up. "Hey, Dum-Dum."

You offer him a brief hug right before he personally introduces you to Rhea, Damian, and Jey.

"Hey, lil' mama, thanks for doing this. It was really cool of you to let us crash here," Jey says.

"It's no problem whatsoever," you assure him. "Now if you guys wanna come in and set the food in the kitchen, I'll show you around real quick."

Rhea sets the pizzas down on the kitchen island, Dominik volunteers to get drinks out, as well as plates while you show your three guests around. The main rooms they need to know on the first floor are the bathroom, the laundry room, your office in case they have any work that needs to be addressed with a computer, and one of the free guest rooms. Rhea and Jey glance at each other, but when you assure them the two guest rooms are the same size, Jey opts for it and sets his belongings in the room.

Upstairs, Rhea places her own belongings in the second spare room, peeks into the main bathroom between the bedrooms, and then the way Damian smiles when he sees the bed you and him are to share makes you laugh.

"Looks like I'm actually gonna get some good sleep this week," he says as he places his suitcase and bags off to the side. "Hotels really need to make bigger beds for those of us over six feet."

"Goddamn, you're tall," you mutter.

Rhea laughs, even more so when Jey tries to swap places with Damian because your bed looks really inviting as large as it is.

When you head downstairs and back into the kitchen, Dominik asks, "Did you show them the gym?"

"Gym? What gym?" Rhea asks, clearly excited.

You roll your eyes at your cousin. "It's nothing fancy. I just closed off my garage and turned into a gym that's perfect for me."

"I wanna see it."

Chuckling softly, you lead them to your small gym. When you turn on the lights, you say, "It's nothing sophisticated, but it's mine."

"Can we use it?" Jey asks.

"Sure. You probably won't get the workout you're used to with this equipment, but you're more than welcomed to this space."

"As long as we can break a sweat, we're good," Rhea says.

"Question," Damian says, his deep voice sending shivers down your back. It's really unfair that your cousin's friends are so good looking. "Is that a stripper pole?"

"Yeah." You laugh. "Dum-Dum didn't tell you how I bought this house?"

Jey's mouth drops open. "Girl, you a stripper?"

"Was a stripper," you correct him. "But that's a long story. I can tell it over pizza."

As you head into the kitchen, Dominik tells the four of you to dig in while it's still warm. Dominik leans against one of the kitchen counters, you hop up on another, and your three guests take a seat on a stool at the kitchen island.

Only after everyone has downed at least a slice and a half does Dominik start talking.

"Is anyone curious as to why YN has a gym in her home?"

"Because she likes to work out?" Rhea shrugs, glancing around at the random question.

"To keep in shape for that stripper pole we peeped out there," Jey tries.

You grin, shaking your head at him. Apparently, he really wants that stripper story.

Damian, however, seems to piece a part of your story together. "With Dom and Rey in the business, my guess is that you're training for the family business as well."

With your free hand, you touch the tip of your nose and point at Damian with a wink. "Sort of."

"YN used to train with me when we were younger," Dominik says. "Was supposed to join the biz when I joined."

"What happened?" Rhea asks.

"My dad." With a sigh, you set down your half-eaten slice of pizza and take a drink of your soda. "I really love everything about the wrestling life and was stoked to be a part of it when Tio Rey said I had potential. My dad wanted me to head off to college, but my mom wanted me to do whatever made me happy."

"And wrestling made you happy," Jey says.

You nod. "Very much. I started training after school, giving Dum-Dum a run for his money," you muse before turning a little sad, "but then my mom got sick. Her insurance barely wanted to pay the bare minimum, my dad couldn't keep up with the bills, and it was my turn to get an after-school job that paid."

Everyone winces in sympathy.

"After I graduated high school, I knew I needed a job that would pay well without a college degree, so I took up stripping. It took me almost a year to make a name for myself and have some regular customers that showed up for only me, but I did it. I could tell my dad was highly disappointed, but he didn't say shit to my face because my money was making a dent in the bills that had been piling up." You pause to give a sigh. "After five years, the treatments just stopped working for my mom. She passed, my dad and I made plans to purchase this exact house we're standing in, but then his new girlfriend had to go and ruin that."

Dominik chuckles. "Pendeja was under the impression my tio was paying for this house. Little did she know that YN was putting up eighty percent of the cash for this place and was going to be paying the mortgage while her dad only paid the electric and water."

You shake your head as you remember everything you went through with your dad. "We were at the meeting to close on this house when his girlfriend started gushing about the changes she was going to make and how it was her house, and I scoffed. I informed her my name was going to be on the deed, changes would have to go through me and my dad, and that she wasn't going to have a say so like she planned. Only when my dad told me to just let his name and her name be on the deed, and he was serious about it, did I pull out from the deal.

"The homeowners who were selling understood because they'd been dealing with me the entire time, and in front of my dad, promised that they'd hold off if I still wanted the place and would give me time to get the rest of the cash. I wasn't going to agree because I really didn't need a place this big for just myself, but the second my dad called me a selfish bratty bitch did I agree to purchase the house and cut all contact with my dad."

"Damn, girl. That's rough," Damian says.

You nod. "It was, but I made do. I continued to dance to make up the difference, bought this place, and then danced some more to put myself through college. I earned a nice little nest egg while getting a higher education, and now that I work for myself.. I'm golden. I'm peachy fuckin' keen."

"That's what I like to hear," Rhea says, smiling and saluting you with her own drink.

"But that's not all, is it?" Dominik muses. "A little birdie told me that dad's been advocating for you in WWE."

You smile as everyone glances at you. "Your little sister is a narc." Dominik laughs as you explain. "Tio Rey wants me in, not to fight in the women's division but to just be someone on the sidelines to cause interference since I'm so rusty. And since my work schedule is pretty fuckin' flexible, I can swing it. There's just not a storyline that can be easily manipulated to bring in an unknown female."

"Well, whatever happens, I hope you get in," Rhea says. "We need more ladies."

"And look, uce, you can come to Raw with all the cool kids or I can hook you up with my brothers and cousins on Smackdown."

You laugh. "You guys are talking as if I'm for sure going to work in the WWE. It's all just talk right now."

"Well, if you still got that talent from when we were younger," Dominik says. "I'm sure we'll be seeing you on the sidelines soon."

"Yeah, yeah. Shut up and finish eating."

As everyone finishes up eating, Damian and Rhea take it upon themselves to wash dishes and Dominik takes out the trash since he's on his way out to go get settled in at his hotel.

You walk with Dominik outside, leaning against your porch railing.

"You good, prima?" He asks. You nod, smiling softly. "I just wanna say thanks again for doing this for my friends."

"Don't even worry about it," you say. "I've been bored lately. It'll be nice to have some noise for a little bit."

"Yeah? Well, if you need anything, I'm only a phone call away. Rey too."

"I'll be fine, Dum-Dum. Rhea, Jey, and Damian seem really cool."

"Alright." Dominik gives you a hug. "I'll see you if I'm not busy working. You also have ringside tickets for Monday, so clear your schedule for that day."

"Thanks. Night, Dom."

"Night, YN."

Waking up the following morning, you stretch and quietly groan. For a moment you forget you have guests, but then a deep chuckle from the other side of your bed reminds you that not only do you have guests but that you have a guest in bed with you. You turn your head, spotting a sleepy Damian just waking up himself.

"Goddamn. This bed had no right being this comfortable."

You huff a laugh and roll onto your side, tucking an arm beneath your head. "I take it you slept well?"

"Yeah. It's been a while since I've slept in."

His words slowly make you realize that you've slept in too. "Shit. What time is it?" You sit up, patting the bed around you for your phone until you remember you placed it on the floating shelf connected to the wall above where you had slept. Turning, you snatch your phone and check the time. It's nine in the morning. "Fuckkk," you groan as you fall back against your pillows.

"What happened? You miss work or something?"

"Nah. Nothing like that." You take a moment to yawn. "I just have a routine, and I forgot to set my alarm," you tell him.

He hums in understanding. The two of you go quiet, sleep threatening to take you back under until you feel the bed at your feet shift and jostle. Opening your eyes, you find Rhea crawling into bed, burrowing under the blanket you're using.

"Oi. What are we talking about?"

You chuckle as Rhea snuggles down, hair mused and face clean of her usual dark makeup.

"Nothing. YN was just talking about how she missed her routine."

"What routine?"

"I run in the mornings," you admit. "Wake up at six, run two miles around the neighborhood to get the blood pumping, and then do whatever needs to be done whether it be work-work or house-work."

"What's on the agenda for today?"

"Not a damn thing. I cleared my schedule until the middle of next week," you say. "I'm free as a bird, so if you want to do something in town, I'm down. Or if you have errands to run or need to head to the arena to train, the Range Rover is yours to use while you're staying here."

Damian and Rhea are saying their thanks when Jey launches himself on the other side of you. You groan as the others laugh. "Damn, uce, this bed is huge. You can fit at least one other body in here."

Jey is apparently an affectionate person and has no issue sliding under your blanket as well. But while Rhea kept a few inches between you, Jey practically plasters his chest to your back and snuggles up to you with a content sigh.

You shake with suppressed laughter. "Comfortable, Uso?"

"Extremely. What's everyone doin' today?"

"Priest and I have a meeting with the higher ups," Rhea says. "After that, nothing."

"I'll be making use of the gym here to get the blood pumping," Jey says.

All three go quiet and you only speak when you feel Jey squeeze you around the waist. "Well while you guys are working, I'll be relaxing out back in the pool."

Time seems to freeze before,

"You got a pool?!"

"Yes?" You laugh.

"Alright, change of plans. I'm gonna work out and then float my ass in the pool out back. You got any floaties, uce?"

"Duh."

"Then yeah, we floatin'."

You grin sleepily. "You guys gonna be free for dinner?" At their confirmed status of being free, you say, "I'm feelin' steaks, jalapeño poppers, and roasted corn. Any objections?"

"Nope."

"No."

"Hell nah."

"This arrangement is proving to be better than staying at a hotel," Damian muses. "You sure we're not putting you out?"

"No way. I grew up with big family cookouts, random hangouts, and sleepovers and I miss it. When mom died, dad and I stopped going out as much. Dad's side of the family kind of wanted nothing to do with me when I wouldn't let his then girlfriend take control of the house I was buying, and while I kept in touch with my mom's side of the family, it just wasn't the same."

"Which side does Dom come from?" Rhea asks.

"Mom's." You smile sadly. "My mom and his mom were sisters."

"Family is everything," she says and you nod in agreement. "But blood does not define family. If the rest of your family won't recognize you, we will. You're stuck with us now."

As Rhea spoke, your eyes got a little teary. "Goddammit, Ripley. It's too early to be crying."

"I'm sorry." She laughs and reaches for your hand, squeezing it.

"Come on," Damian eventually groans, reaching over to nudge Rhea. "The sooner we get this meeting over with, the quicker we can get back to chill by the pool."

Rhea groans as she has to get out of bed and Damian immediately calls dibs on the bathroom upstairs as he scoots out of bed after her.

"And then there were two," Jey muses, brazenly pressing his face into the back of your neck as he holds you.

Chuckling, you free an arm from beneath the blanket and then gently slap him on the thigh. "Come on, Uso. Let's get sweaty."

"That's what I'm talking about!"

This time, you bark out a laugh. "Down, boy. We're just going for a run to get that blood of yours pumping before you hit up the mini gym."

"Not what I had in mind, but I'm down."

Since Damian's occupying the upstairs bathroom, you grab an extra toothbrush and toothpaste from your hall closet and head towards the downstairs bathroom where Rhea is. Knocking on the door, you wait until you hear her call out.

"Yeah?"

"Is it cool if I brush my teeth in there? I promise I won't sneak any looks!"

Rhea laughs. "Sure thing, babe. Door's unlocked!"

Your shower stalls have glass doors, so you keep your gaze averted. Fortunately, Rhea likes a steamy shower so even if you had glanced in her direction, all you would see is the outline of her body.

"Didn't want to sneak any looks at Damian?" She muses.

You laugh as you wet your toothbrush and apply some toothpaste. "I still think of that man as walking, talking, kink material-" Rhea barks out a laugh, "-but now that I've met him, he gives off major big brother energy. I do not want to see the peen. Well, I kind of do, but I'm intimidated."

"Oh my god. I'm gonna love hanging out with you this week."

You make quick work of brushing your teeth and washing your face, and then tell Rhea where to find the keys to the Range Rover in case you and Jey leave before her and Damian are ready.

Back up in your room, you get dressed in your workout gear- a cropped dark tank top made out of spandex material and a pair of black and white running shorts. You put on your running shoes, tie your hair up into a ponytail, then grab the strap that your phone zips into before securing it around your bicep.

You run into Damian on your way downstairs, telling him what you told Rhea about where to find the keys to the Range Rover and not to bother locking up if you and Jey are gone before he and Rhea leave. He thanks you for letting them use your vehicle and you head outside into the backyard, stretching in the little spot that you've sectioned off for yoga sessions.

Jey is outside as well, taking a picture of the pool where he's apparently set loose some pool floats and rearranged the chairs off to the side. You shake your head at him in amusement, twisting your body into the runner's lunge twist.

As you're holding the pose, stretching your muscles, you hear, "Look up, sweetheart. Let me see that smile." Instead of just smiling, however, you flip him off. Jey laughs, snapping the pic. "Is it cool if I post that?"

"That's fine."

As Jey does a few of his own stretches, he's messing with his phone. He's smiling the entire time and when he puts his phone away, you finish up your stretching and check his socials to see what he posted and/or said.

It doesn't take you long to find the post on Instagram, a post of two pics. The first is your pool looking rather inviting and the next pic is of you flipping him off. The caption reads, Can't wait to go for a swim, but first I need to get the blood pumping with this peach of a lady and an added kissy face emoji.

"You're ridiculous," you call out and he laughs.

"You see it?"

"Yes." In response to his post, you leave a comment with the middle finger emoji and two blue hearts. "Now come on, Uso. Time to run."

You and Jey round the side of the house just as Rhea and Damian walk down the porch stairs. You tell Damian that the address to your house is already programmed into the GPS should he need it on the way back and he nods, tossing and catching the key fob in his hand. You and Jey then stand side by side on the sidewalk, and after making sure he's ready, you set off at a leisurely pace.

As you round the street corner, you speed up a little more. Jey keeps pace and the only sound for a good while is your feet pounding against the pavement. Several minutes into your run, however, you notice Jey lagging behind. And when you glance over your shoulder to see if he's fine, you see him with his phone out again.

Not wanting to speak and expend your breath, you continue running. Jey follows you, keeping pace once more, and then urging you faster on the way back to your house.

By the time you make it back to your kitchen, you're panting and leaning against the kitchen island. "I'm never running with you again."

"Aw, come on, girl. That was fun."

"For you! What were you doing with your phone out anyway?"

Before he can answer, his phone starts ringing. He glances at it, then at you. "It's Jimmy. Do you mind?"

"Go ahead."

Jey answers what ends up being a Facetime call and you walk around your kitchen, grabbing yourself a glass of water as they talk.

"Ay, uce, you good?" Jey asks.

"Yeah, but not as good as you apparently. Where the hell you at that you have access to a pool?"

You're mid-sip, grinning against the rim of your glass when Jey points his phone at you. "Mysterio's cuz came through. Say hi." You awkwardly wave at the camera as you hear Jimmy laugh and hear him call out his own hello. Then Jey continues the talk. "So how's the hotel?"

"Boring. We either hang out in our rooms or at the arena. Nothing fancy or fun."

Quickly finding a pen and pad of paper, you jot something down and then slide it over to Jey- Invite him over. Pool's big enough and dinner is on me.

"Ay, uce, who's with you right now?" Jey asks after reading your note.

"Just Solo and Roman. Why?"

Jey glances at you and you nod. "You guys wanna come over? Pool's big enough and YN is grilling steaks tonight for us here."

"Shit. Forreal?"

"Yeah." You call out when Jey looks at you once more. "I just need a headcount so I can go grab the steaks and corn from the store here in a bit. Damian and Rhea are currently at the arena in one of my vehicles, so I'm sure they can swing by and pick you up if you guys need a ride."

"No worries, we got our own ride. We just need an address."

"I'll have Jey send it to you. Are all three of you coming?"

"Sure thing, ma."

Jey talks to his brother for another minute before ending the call, opening up his texts and handing you the phone so you can enter your address. You do so and then after downing your water, you tell Jey you're going to shower before heading out to the store. Jey tells you he'll tag along and to not leave without him.

. . . .

Later, when you're done shopping and preparing the backyard for guests, you smile wide when you spot your cousin walking in with a case of beer and a holler that the party has arrived. Behind him, Jimmy Uso, Solo Sikoa, and Roman Reigns enter.

You greet everyone with a smile and hug (if they offered), then proceed to show them where both bathrooms are and the room that Jey is staying in so they can change into their swim trunks wherever they're most comfortable. Then before you go back outside, you take a moment to change into your own two piece bathing suit that consists of a dark green v-neck top that pulls down over your head like a sports bra and dark green high waisted bottoms that have cutouts along your hips. And since you're not jumping into the water right away, you pull on a loose, white button down shirt with its sleeves rolled up to your elbows and tuck the front hem of the shirt into a pair of cutoff denim shorts.

As you head back out, you pass Damian and Rhea in the kitchen, cutting jalapeños in half and scooping out the seeds so they can put cream cheese in them before wrapping them in bacon.

Dominik is outside, looking everything over before meeting your gaze with a smile. "You're loving this, aren't you?"

"I miss hanging out," you admit with a chuckle. "And hosting isn't so bad when all the men are handsome as fuck."

He shakes his head in amusement. "You opening up the hot tub?"

"Should I?" You frown.

"Yes, estúpida. I can guarantee that'll be the hangout spot after dinner."

"Well go get it set up," you tell him.

As Dominik preps the hot tub, you make sure the outside bar is all stocked up. The beer Dominik brought and the beer Jey suggested you buy earlier is in the cooler, the freezer is filled with ice, your blender is clean and ready for margaritas, and there's a whole stash of alcohol in case anyone wants anything stronger.

You're connecting a laptop to the outside speakers when Damian pops up. "Hey, hermosa, the poppers are sitting in the fridge for when you're ready for them. Do you need anything else done?"

"No, sir. You and Rhea are guests. Go change and lounge. I can do the rest."

"Are you sure?"

You smile at him. "Positive. Enjoy your time off, Priest."

"Alright. But hurry up. You deserve to have some fun too before you start cooking."

After shooing Damian off, you head inside to quickly peel some potatoes. Four shirtless Samoans finally walk out from Jey's room, and you have to shoo Jey out when he tries to help out in the kitchen.

"I'm good," you say, swatting at his hands when he tries to grab the potato peeler from the counter. "Go have fun."

"But-"

"No buts!" His jaw snaps shut and you arch an eyebrow at him, silently challenging him to do something about it. Hearing a snicker, you glance at his grinning twin Jimmy and younger brother Solo. "Can y'all please go throw his ass in the pool? Not only did this fool have the audacity to jump into my bed this morning-"

"Rhea was in there too! I thought it was a group thing!"

"-but he snapped pics of my ass on our run this morning."

"You saw those?"

You glare at him, but end up laughing when his brothers look offended on your behalf. "I follow you on Instagram. Of course I saw them! You're just lucky my account is private. Your fans already stalked the hell out of my pages and tried adding me." And before Jey can say anything to defend himself, there's a small scuffle as Jimmy and Solo grapple with their brother before pushing him out the door.

You and Roman follow, laughing and then whooping when Jey gets tossed into the pool. Roman lingers and when you glance up at him, he asks, "You sure you don't need any help?"

"Positive. Go have fun, Reigns. And if you want, the laptop at the bar controls the music. I'm not sure what you like listening to, so have fun making a playlist if you want."

"Will do."

You get back to work in the kitchen, but it doesn't take you long to finish up. There's still a couple of hours before you have to get to work, so you head outside to see what everyone's up to. Rhea and Dominik are laid out on the lounges next to the pool, conversing with each other and with Damian and Roman who are inside the pool but hanging onto the ledge near them. Jey, Jimmy, and Solo are not too far, the three brothers splayed out casually on pool floats.

Taking a moment for yourself, you head to the bar and immediately work on a pitcher of margaritas. Rhea hollers that she wants one and you give her a thumbs up to let her know you heard her loud and clear. On reflex, you dig your phone out of your pocket and leave it on the bar so there's no electronic casualties as you walk by the pool's ledge. Then salting the rim of two margarita glasses, you fill them with the slushie goodness and walk yourself over to where Rhea is just sitting up.

"Thanks, mate." She sips her margarita, humming, and you do the same.

You had only taken your eyes off the pool's occupants for a minute that you don't notice one in particular is missing. When you clock Jimmy and Solo staring at you though, your gaze darts around for Jey. Their smirks grow and you tense up. But before you can question where the troublesome individual is, wet arms come down around you from behind. You yelp and a deep chuckle sounds next to your ear.

"You thought you could get away with siccin' my brothers on me, didn't you? My own blood? Nope. Not today, baby girl."

"Jey…" He starts walking towards the pool and you do your best to push back. Unfortunately, he's stronger. "Jey, I have a drink in my hand!"

"Not anymore." Jey had stopped right at the pool's ledge, right where Roman and Damian were, when the margarita is pulled from your hand. You stare down in shock at Damian who's now sipping it.

"You traitor! I'm giving you the shittiest blanket tonight, Priest!"

He shrugs, grinning. "I'll just steal yours."

Everyone starts chanting to toss you in and your toes curl over the pool's ledge as if that'll keep you from going in. "Jey, if you toss me in, I'll-"

"You'll what?"

You know there's no getting out of this predicament, so you reach back and grip onto the sides of Jey's shorts. "I'm taking you with me."

"Wh-" Before he can get the word out, you fall forward and take Jey back into the water with you.

All his weight falls on top of you as you go under water, but it's not as bad as apparently everyone thinks it is. When you resurface, wiping water from your eyes, you're surprised to see everyone looking quite freaked out. Even Jey looks worried, but you merely laugh in return.

"You good, uce?" Jimmy calls out. "That was a whole lot of fat falling on top of you."

You snort as Jey gasps in offense. "I'm good, Jimmy."

You tread water like a foot away from Jey and start stripping off your shirt and shorts while you grumble. You toss them onto the side of the pool, rolling your eyes when Rhea wiggles her eyebrows at you. Jey looks you up and down, even going as far to dip under the water. When he resurfaces, smirking, you swat the back of his head and end up treading water with him and his brothers for a bit.

Eventually, you all end up hanging out around the ledge and in front of the pool lounges where Damian and Solo have swapped out with Rhea and Dominik. Jimmy is the most vocal about getting to know you, especially when he spots you hanging onto his brother's back with Jey's hands supporting you under your thighs as you talk with everyone. He's never seen his twin so comfortable with someone he's just met like this.

No one bats an eye at your stripper past, hell Roman even cracks a joke about taking up stripping if wrestling ever falls through, and then Dominik happily informs them that you're actually quite the little wrestler yourself. You keep it humble though, telling everyone that you're very out of shape and rusty in the ring, and you're like eighty percent sure nothing will come of Rey's thoughts.

They all try to hype you up into seriously thinking about it if wrestling is something you love, but you brush it all off and tell Dominik to help you bring out the steaks from inside.

After drying off, you get the grill going and then put on an apron over your bathing suit. You get the seasoned steaks going on one side of the grill while Dominik fills the other side with corn on the cob that's been smothered in butter and wrapped in foil, as well as the jalapeño poppers. Then while that's cooking, you quickly head inside to dice up the peeled potatoes before dropping them into a pot of water so they can boil.

You and Dominik remain by the grill to make sure nothing overcooks. Then when you have to head back inside, he keeps watch while you mash the potatoes and make a small pot of brown gravy.

When the food gets taken inside, you set everything out on the kitchen island before calling everyone in. They all flood in with towels wrapped around their waists, and none of the men will serve themselves until you and Rhea have made up your plates first. So while you and Rhea take a seat at the table with full plates, you both watch in amusement as they moan and groan about the smell, practically salivating when they take their own seats with their own plates of food.

Dinner ended up being quite the affair, and you were very glad that you had cooked up more steaks than Jey deemed necessary. Apparently his brothers and cousin could really chow down.

Then after dinner and deciding to let the dishwasher get a workout, everyone takes a moment to let their food settle in their stomachs before heading back outside. Instead of the pool, however, they sink into the hot tub.

Drinks are passed around again and the last thing you remember is laughing uncontrollably with this group of people before everything goes dark.

When you wake up, you have a throbbing headache. But not only that, your mouth feels extremely gross, and you want nothing more than to brush your teeth and eat a mountain of breakfast foods. You take a moment to just lay there and wait for the room to stop spinning, and when it does do you take notice of the weight across your stomach. Slowly, you glance to your right and find Jey sleeping peacefully with his arm draped across you. But for some reason, the bed feels like there's more of a presence in it, and when you glance to your left you can't help but smile.

Next to you and under his own blanket is Jimmy, and then on his other side are Rhea and Damian who are sharing a blanket of their own. You're not sure how you all ended up here, but you carefully extricate yourself from the bed to get some answers. You're still in your bikini and you have a feeling everyone else is still in their swimsuits as well, so you know you're gonna have to do laundry so your bedding doesn't smell like chlorine.

After grabbing a pair of baggy sweatpants, a sports bra, and a pair of socks, you take the quickest shower you've ever taken to get the pool smell off of you and brush your teeth. You wring out as much water as you can from your hair, run a towel through it to soak up some more, and then run your fingers through the strands before tying it up in a messy bun just to keep it all off your neck.

As you pad downstairs and into your kitchen, you find Solo and Roman looking through the cabinets. You take a moment to watch them, grinning when you hear Solo quietly moan about wanting coffee, but not knowing where anything is.

"Two cabinets to your left." Solo jerks in surprise and you grin, walking to the cabinet yourself to grab the coffee grounds. You grab the grounds and filters, handing them off to Solo. "Not that I'm mad about it, but what the hell are you guys doing here?"

Roman's chuckle makes you turn around to face him. "You don't remember?"

"Unfortunately, no. I remember a lot of laughing in the hot tub and then sleeping." You squint your eyes a little, flashes of the night coming back. "Was there dancing?"

Solo snorts as he prepares a pot of coffee. "Do not check your Instagram."

"Aww, man. Who gave me the hard stuff to drink?"

"Your cousin."

"Dominik said you're very family orientated and that you needed last night," Roman says. "Rhea kept you supplied with margaritas, Jey and Jimmy took over the music and there was a dancing competition, your cousin decided shots was a good idea, then you got affectionate like a cat on Jey's lap-" you wince in embarrassment, "-and once the weepiness set in, Dom cut you off."

"And where is my idiot cousin?"

"Back at the hotel. He didn't drink like everyone else did. Solo, Jimmy, and I were capable of driving, but no one wanted to risk it with Smackdown in a couple of days."

"Jey jumped at the chance to bunk with you and Damian, and then Rhea volunteered as well. Jimmy, Roman, and I drew straws, and the shortest one had to bunk in your bed with everyone."

You giggle. "Poor Jimmy."

Solo grins. "He wasn't too mad about it though. He got to slip between you and Rhea."

"But Jey was quick to drag you all the way to the wall to keep Jimmy away from you," Roman muses.

You chuckle, reaching up to rub at your temple as you close your eyes. "Shit, guys. I just met you last night and already I made a terrible first impression."

"Nah, you're good," Roman assures you. "You don't know how bad we needed last night. It's been a while since we were able to unwind and last night was-"

"Exactly what we needed," Solo finishes.

"And besides, it's not everyday we meet a fan that's able to still be normal around us."

You freeze. "Why do you say I'm a fan?"

Roman slowly grins. "Well besides the fact that you have family in the biz, you also spent some time last night doing Ripley's entrance alongside her."

"Oh my god."

"Instagram," Solo says. "Don't check it."

"I hate you guys."

The two men chuckle and your stomach grumbling puts you in motion to make something to eat. Roman helps, pulling out some frozen hash that's in the freezer. He gets that going just as you throw some sausage links into another pan, and then Solo takes over making a huge pan of eggs.

Just as you're setting a plate of toast onto the table, Jimmy comes down. He doesn't say anything, but does grab himself a plate and load it up.

The four of you are quiet as you eat, exhaustion still lingering in everyone.

It isn't until Solo takes it upon himself to clear the table do you realize Jimmy and Roman are staring at you. You squint your eyes at them, then at Solo when he reclaims his seat. "What-"

"What are your intentions with Jey?" Jimmy asks.

You snort, grinning. "What?" Roman chuckles and you glance between the three Samoans. "Is this- is this a shovel talk?"

Jimmy shrugs. "It's not every day that Jey shows genuine interest in someone. We just wanna know where you stand."

Upon realizing just how serious these three are, your smile slowly fades. "I like him. I do," you admit. "It's very rare I connect with someone like I did with Jey…" You trail off.

"But-" Jimmy urges.

"But I literally met him like a day and a half ago! And besides, Jey's life is on the road," you tell them. "Being flirty and affectionate is all that I'm able to give him because if I give more…" You sigh sadly. "If I give more, it's inevitable that feelings will develop on my end, and I won't do that to myself." You pause, letting your words sink in. Your gaze falls to the table and your voice lowers. "As cheesy as it sounds, Jey is my definition of right guy, wrong time."

An arm is slung around your shoulders and then you're pulled into Jimmy's side. "Look at this way, sis. If your unc gets you in, you'll be traveling on the road with us and you can be disgustingly cute with my brother all you want."

"Shut up." You nudge him with your elbow. "Now if you gentlemen will excuse me, I need to sweat out all this alcohol in my system. I'll be in my baby gym while you do whatever you guys wanna do."

Roman starts to stand. "We need to get to the arena and train. Is it cool if we come back later?"

"That's fine. Like I told everyone else, I'm not working until next week. My house is your house."

"Thank you."

As Roman and Jimmy head off to the bathrooms before leaving, Solo surprises you by lingering behind. You smile at him, letting him say whatever's on his mind.

"For what it's worth, I really hope your uncle's serious about getting you into the business. I think my brother really likes you."

"Aw, Solo," you coo. He shakes his head in amusement as you lean in to hug him. "Outside of the ring, you're a good guy. But inside the ring, I'm sad to say that Roman is still my Tribal Chief."

Solo barks out a laugh. As he pulls out of the hug, he asks, "What are you doing Friday night?"

"Nothing. Why?"

"Roman and I are gonna have a face to face in the ring. You think you can crack his facade if I get you ringside?"

"Solo," you slowly smirk, "it'll be my genuine pleasure."

End Note: Alright, this was bad. I admit that. But I'm slightly obsessed with these characters. Why are they so handsome?

Spanish translations: Prima/Primo - Cousin. Mi amor - My love. Pendenja - Stupid girl. Estúpida - feminine version for stupid. Hermosa - Beautiful.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Across the Universe (A Slavers Moon Supercorp ficlet)

A little while ago I posted a ficlet/idea about Lena being abducted by Roulette and nearly sold on Slavers Moon before Kara comes and saves her. But what if Kara arrived too late to save Lena and Izzy? Please, enjoy the exploration.

---

When Kara finds her people on Argo, her delight is tempered by loss and grief. All of her emotions have been, ever since... ever since Lena.

When she found her friend missing, the last thing she expected was for Roulette to be behind the abduction, let alone that the snake had ferried Lena off earth with a number of other human abductees. Kara chased them to Slavers Moon, but arrived too late-- they were gone. Sold and ferried off the moon to Rao knows where. 

Kara returned a number of times in an attempt to learn where they might have been taken, but had been stonewalled and rebuffed at every turn. The Supergirl name carried no weight there, even after she made it clear she had no intention of freeing other potential slaves-- a decision that pained her but made regardless. She would do anything to find her friend and bring her home.

But on Argo, Kara finds her way into the upper echelons of clientele. Armed with the traditional robes and cloak of Kryptonian style, and bearing the seal of the House of El, she visited the Daxamite stateship as an ambassador. Returning Queen Rhea's son to her had granted her a favor, which Kara immediately traded for an invitation to Slavers Moon next upcoming auction-- one reserved for the galactic elite.

Upon arrival, Kara finds it easy to grow detached from the events happening around her. She's grown detached from most things in the years since Lena's disappearance. She sips on Aldebaaran rum and surveys the people around her, commiting names and faces to memory.

She recognizes many species, knows their home planets from her time on on Krypton. Though they had been an isolated people, they had gathered much information on their neighbors and former allies.

When the auction starts, Kara bids often enough to avoid suspicion but low enough that she's swiftly outbid. Her stomach and jaw clench when a series of humans are issued onto the stage. She's so angry that she almost misses the discovery that each one is purchased by a single patron.

Kara moves swiftly. It's easy to charm the Nelkloran -- they seem to have a fascination with humanoids, and the El crest makes them eager to share their planet with her. Eager enough to shuttle her to Nelklor right then and there.

Finding a secluded corner, Kara contacts the Waverider, who had lent their aid as the only long range space craft Earth had at its disposal. There Alex receives her message, and vows to follow and stand by until further instruction.

Nelklor is beautiful. Lush and green with vibrant flora, even in the heart of the captial city they land in. Kara endures a tour of the landmarks deemed most important by her host, and plays the perfect guest for three days, eating and lounging with beautiful humanoids serving to her every need. None of them are Lena.

On the evening of the third day, Kara pointedly yawns. Suddenly anxious that their guest may be bored, her Nelkloran host begs to know what would interest her most. 

"Beauty," she says. "And pleasures of a more.... sensual nature."

Her host understands her completely. They gladly escort her to a place that translates directly to a 'pleasure house'. There she demands to be left alone.

"I do not enjoy an audience."

She's graciously recieved in the front room, ushered into a plush waiting room where she's offered food and drink and and a catalogue of services. After a few minutes to peruse, an employee approaches her.

"Welcome to our facility," the humanoid concierge begins, a broad smile-- a little too broad to be genuine-- on their face. "Is there anything that piques your interest?"

"So many to choose from," Kara muses. "It would suit me better to choose once I know who I'll share my experience with."

The concierge nods. "Of course. Does my lady have a preference? Please be as specific as you like-- we host a wide variety of interests."

Kara pretends to consider. "Female, I think. Human, with fair skin, and dark hair-- the darker the better."

Their eyes brighten with a nod. "Yes, of course. We have several with such specifications." They tap a small tablet in their hand, and nods when they find what they're looking for. "And one is currently available. Is my lady ready to proceed?"

Kara nods. "I prefer not to be kept waiting."

Being led through the corridors, Kara makes note of windows and doors. The facility is expansive, with many of the rooms they pass fully occupied, judging from the sounds from within-- not all of them pleasurable.

When they come to a stop outside a room, the concierge taps again on their tablet, and the small blue light next to the door turns red. 

"You may take as much time as you please. If you desire refreshment during your stay, please don't hesitate to inform us-- there is a console inside the room to request anything you may require."

Kara nods. "Thank you."

Her stomach twists with a mix of dread and anticipation. When the concierge takes their leave, Kara pauses a moment to take a deep breath-- then pushes into the room.

The door closes behind her, leaving Kara alone with a slim woman wearing a sheer robe that hid little. The woman's back is to her, as she casually clips jewels to her ears.

"If you know what you'd like, please make your payment."

Kara's heart lurches. The low, smooth voice instantly finds its home in Kara's senses, filling her relief and bringing tears to her eyes.

"Lena," she croaks.

Lena spins, eyes wide with shock. It's not until her gaze settles on the el mayarah on her chest that recognition seems to hit. 

"Supergirl."

The word sounds like the wind has been punched from her lungs, shrouded in disbelief. Kara struggles to speak, but can't find the words around the lump in her throat, even as Lena slowly closes the distance between them, curling her fingers into the cloak wrapped around Kara's shoulders.

With another exhale, Lena's eyes squeeze shut, her chin dipping in relief. Kara reflexively tips her own chin, letting her forehead rest against Lena's. 

"You found me," Lena whispers.

"I never stopped looking."

Lena's fingers tighten, then relax to smooth across the fabric of Kara's robes, caressing her shoulders until her hands come to rest on Kara's arms. Her head pulls back, and their eyes meet again, the connection unspeakably deep.

"Please," Lena asks. "Take me home."

Kara nods, reaching up to grasp Lena's hands. She feels a spark when their fingers brush, a sensation that spreads into a warmth that fills every inch of her. 

"Let's go."

There's a surprising lack of guards in the corridor, but Kara still moves as quickly as she can, pulling Lena along with her. Only a few steps down the hall, however, Lena pulls back.

"Wait, wait, wait!" she issues breathlessly. She scurries back the way they came, barefeet scuffing lightly against the floor. She makes a beeline for a room a few doors down from her own, and frantically turns the knob, only to find it lock.

"Supergirl--"

Kara's already moving. Though Nelklor has a yellow sun, its strength is less than Earth's, leaving her without many of her powers. But she has enough strength to shoulder her way through the door to find another woman inside, this time in bed with a client.

Both woman and client yelp in surprise, recoiling to cover themselves. Lena rushes in past Kara, pulling the woman from the bed.

"Izzy, let's go!"

Izzy doesn't need to be told twice. She springs from the bed and throws on a sheer robe of her own, a light purple to Lena's deep blue. Kara waves both women through the door and ushers them towards a door she'd identified as a likely exit. Sure enough, it opens to the outdoors. All three surge through, freedom itching at their fingertips-- only for it all to come crashing down.

Lena and Izzy both drop their knees with a scream of pain, covering their ears with both hands. Their cries muffle to keening moan as they curl in on themselves to escape an unescapable agony. 

"Lena!" Kara drops to her knees in front of her, gripping her by the wrists and tilting her head up. With a gasp, she sees Lena's eyes glazed and unfocused, completely unseeing. "Lena, what's wrong, tell me--"

Lena releases one ear with a cry, blindly feeling her way until she finds Izzy's arm. She pushes the woman towards Kara.

"Supergirl," Lena moans, gasping. "Go."

The message is clear-- take Izzy and flee. 

Lena must have forgotten what it means to be Supergirl.

Reaching into her belt, Kara pulls out a device designed for this very instance. "Shut your eyes."

She needn't have worried-- both Lena's and Izzy's eyes are screwed shut in pain. With a click of a button, Kara detonates the device and tosses it into the air. A burst of high intensity yellow sunlight envelops them, filling Kara with more than just her  strength.

"Hold on," she urges, collecting a woman in each arm. She launches into the air just as the facility door clangs open, and guards finally spill out after their escaping slaves. Kara quickly zooms out of reach, lifting higher and higher until Alex hails her on the earpiece. 

"Waverider is inbound. Cargo bay door will be open and waiting."

True to her sister's word, Kara lands inside the Waveriders cargo bay. Within moments, they are zooming out of the planet's atmosphere and into the dark of outer space.

Kara shouts for her sister, quickly moving to set Lena and Izzy on their feet, where they soon once again collapse to their knees in pain. 

Sara Lance doesn't wait for Alex. "Get them to the medbay, now."

Kara obeys, depositing Izzy on one bed and Lena on the other. Sara is close on her heels, snapping orders to Gideon.

"Put them under," she instructs, and within moments Lena and Izzy go still, their whimpers quieting as Gideon administers a sedative.

Alex enters a few moments later. "What happened?"

"Initial examination complete," Gideon announces. "They both have devices planted in their ear canals, which are currently emitting a high frequency signal."

Alex sighs, running a hand through her cropped hair. "Damn it. Probably a deterrent."

"Gideon, can you remove the devices?" Sara asks.

There's a beat as the computer thinks. "Yes," she determines a moment later. "Though the procedure will be painful, and may result in partial or total hearing loss."

Alex and Sara looks to Kara, allowing her to make the call.

Kara's decision is easy to make. "Do it," she tells Gideon. To Sara and Alex, she softens her voice. "Whatever will ease their pain."

"Very well," Gideon responds. "It will take some time to prepare--"

"Gideon--" Kara interrupts, suddenly hesitant. "Could you please run another scan? I have reason to believe their vision may be affected as well."

"Certainly. I will notify you as soon as the tests and procedures are complete."

Alex nods, reaching for Kara's hand. "Come on, I have a change of clothes for you--"

Kara pulls her hand away. "I don't need a change of clothes," she clips. Her gaze is glued to Lena, and she has no intention of leaving. "I'm staying."

"Kara--"

"I'm staying," she repeats, this time with the authority of an El. 

Alex withdraws a step, shock and hurt flashing across her features. She takes her hand back, and nods. "Okay."

Sara takes Alex by the shoulders, nudging her towards the medbay door. "Come on. Let's leave Gideon to it."

Finally alone, Kara settles onto a stool next to Lena. She situates herself between the two beds, but it's Lena's hand she reaches for, Lena's hair she smoothes out of her friend's face. 

There she stays, a silent sentinel.

—

The frequency emitter isn't the only deterrent they find. 

A small chip in each of the women's frontal cortex renders them blind, a measure designed to incapacitate them in the event of an attempted escape. This time, they can't remove the devices, nor do they find a way to deactivate them. Their loss of vision is total and permanent.

The one small consolation is that Izzy escapes the removal of the frequency with no complications, her hearing preserved. When Lena is tested, however, they learn that the removal has resulted in unilateral partial hearing loss in her right ear.

“Is there nothing you can do?” Izzy asks, clinging to Lena’s hand. Izzy hasn’t left Lena’s side since waking, desperate for comfort in her newly darkened world. 

Alex shakes her head. “I’m sorry,” she offers. “It’s possible it may come back over time, but Gideon says it’s… not likely.”

Lena covers Izzy’s hand with her own. “It’s okay.”

“Lena–!”

“It could be worse,” Lena states bluntly. Izzy falls quiet, her features falling. 

For several long moments, none of them say anything. Izzy is the first to break the silence.

“Supergirl?”

Kara straightens. “I’m here.”

“You said… you said my mom reached out to you?”

It takes a moment of nodding before Kara remembers that Izzy can’t see it. “Yes,” she says quickly.

“How– how long have we been gone? Is she okay?”

Kara sees Lena’s eyes track towards her in interest– coming close but not quite focusing on her. Kara takes a breath. 

“She misses you,” she starts. “But she never gave up hope of finding you. It’s been… it’s been a long two years.” 

Izzy’s eyes fill with tears. Her hand tightens on Lena’s, who gives it a reassuring rub. “It’s okay,” Lena murmurs. “We’ll be home soon.”

Kara nods, grateful for the silver lining. “That’s right. We’re almost at the Sol system. About 76 hours from Earth. We’ll make sure your mother is waiting when we land.”

As Kara watches, Lena’s features darken. Her jaw tightens, but she says nothing. Sensing the shift in Lena’s mood, Kara shoots a glance at Alex, who understands in an instant. “Hey Izzy, how about we take you to the galley so you can get some food?”

“But Lena–”

“It’s fine, Izz. I’ll join you in a moment. I have some things I’d like to discuss with Supergirl.”

Reluctantly, Izzy releases her grip on Lena, and carefully slips off the medbay bed. Accepting Alex’s offered arm, she allows herself to be led from the room, her footsteps faltering only slightly as she goes. 

Kara turns back to Lena as the door hisses shut behind them. “It’s just us,” she says, coming a few steps closer so that Lena wouldn’t have to strain to hear. “What’s wrong?”

“Besides the obvious, you mean?” Lena scoffs. The joke carries a dark edge, one that dulls slightly when Lena’s shoulders slump slightly. “Sorry. You didn’t deserve that.”

“It’s okay,” Kara promises. “You’ve been through a lot–”

“My mother,” Lena cuts in, clearly interested in neither platitudes nor presumptions that anyone but Izzy has any idea what the past two years have been like. “I’m assuming she knows I was abducted?”

“Yes.” Kara’s tone is enough for Lena to quirk one eyebrow, prompting Kara to continue. “When she learned what happened, Lillian escaped from prison. Ever since she learned you were taken off world, she’s made it her life’s mission to further her crusade against aliens. Myself and the DEO have managed to thwart the worst of it, but…”

Kara trails off, but Lena has never been one to shy away from harsh truths. “But what?”

“She’s managed to abduct and shuttle several ships of aliens offworld. We’re not exactly sure where to– I don’t even know if she bothered to program a destination.”

Lena releases a shaking breath. “How many?”

“Almost 3,500 so far, and they haven’t stopped. Cadmus doesn’t discriminate either. Anyone who registered under the Alien Amnesty Act is at risk, including children.”

“Jesus,” Lena breathes. She pauses a moment before continuing. “What can I do?”

Hope flares in Kara’s chest. Not only would Lena’s help prove invaluable, but it seems the last two years haven’t managed to break her spirit. “You can rest and recuperate–”

“Don’t patronize me, Supergirl,” Lena snaps, irritation flashing across her features. “It’s been two years. My company has either collapsed or is doing fine without me. I have no friends, and my only family still at large is ruining countless lives. I’m not going to just sit on my hands and wallow in self-pity.”

It seems little about Lena Luthor has changed, then. She’s still the same headstrong, self-possessed woman Kara met in that L-Corp executive suite two years ago– the same woman Kara so quickly grew attached to. The same woman she’s longed to find ever since she learned of her abduction.

“You’re wrong,” Kara informs her. “You do have friends.”

“Izzy doesn’t count–”

“Kara Danvers has missed you every single day since you went missing.”

Lena freezes. “Kara?” She swallows thickly. “She– she missed me?”

Lena’s voice is so small, so doubtful that Kara makes her decision right then and there.

“Yes,” she says. “I did.”

It takes a moment for the words to land, and another still for them to click together. Lena’s eyes widen then, her mouth gaping slightly before her jaw works minutely as she struggles to regain her voice. 

“Oh.”

Kara crosses to stand in front of Lena, making sure to keep her steps loud enough to Lena to hear her approach. She takes Lena’s hand and places it against the El Mayarah, over her heart. 

“There’s not a day that went by that I didn’t think of you. And– and I’m sorry I wasn’t there to save you.” 

“Kara…” Lena curls her hand, clasping Kara’s fingertips. She blinks, and tears spill down her cheeks. “Thank you.”

“You are my friend, Lena.” Kara knows in that moment that she would have crossed a thousand galaxies to bring her home. “No matter what happens next… I promise you won’t do it alone.”

The next thing Kara knows, Lena’s arms have slipped around her middle, squeezing tight. Lena buries her face against Kara’s chest, the position made awkward by the fact Lena is still sitting on the bed, but Kara doesn’t care. She returns the hug as fiercely as she dares. 

“We’re going home.”

[theofficersacademy]

                                 M!Alear Lyn Rhea Linhardt

                      Raven Randal Yuri Leanne Eirika Kent

WEEK 1: deliver us to the promised land

TAG: #SVZofia2023

"...chance they're Archanean nobles?"

How did you... no, no you're starting to remember. Just a few hours ago your group was huddled in the deepest parts of your ship, bracing yourselves as the tumultuous waves tossed and rocked your vessel. Heavy rain drummed against the wooden decks above you, a constant drone that would be silenced by a roaring thunder. The last thing you remember is everything going to hell as you were swept out to sea...

A man roughly prods you and checks your pockets, trying to get a sense of what you're worth. You are trying to gather your strength to fight back, but your feeble protests are ignored. "Nah. Their clothes are well-made but it's not the fashion. That said... some of these guys look strong, would be good for labor or some kind of gladiator gigs. And the beauties, heh... I'll keep that winged little angel for myself. The rest we'll sell quick, and high. There's no witch fodder to be had here."

Your weapon... ah, it's still by your side... even if you're weak, you have no choice but to fight...

"Check the teeth! Any with a rotting mouth gets the sword."

THINGS TO KNOW

With sand in your mouth and nostrils burning from salt water, you find yourselves shipwrecked on a lovely Zofian beach, inspected by lovely Zofian guests. The Valentians in your party might have recognized this place as part of the country's southeastern shores, not too far from the Temple of Mila, but unfortunately they are not here to enlighten your muses.

Speaking of your party, you seem to be missing a few people. Okay, well, a fair few people. But look at these bright and smiling new faces! What the hell are they doing here, you ask? You'll have to figure that out later when you're not trying to get killed!

BANGING POTS AND PANS. BATTLE TIME! View your (temporary) allies and enemies here on this doc. You're heading right into battle so look alive out there.

WHAT TO DO

Hi Zofia crew! Here is everyone that will be part of the Zofia campaign for the rest of the month: @alyration (M!Alear) @sacaeblade (Lyn) @aurheatum (Rhea) @pridelessdaydreamer (Linhardt) @peerlessscowl (Raven) @dyshonor (Randal) @aubins (Yuri) @allegreta (Leanne) @lunatenais (Eirika) @liegebound (Kent)

There will be an important announcement on August 7th regarding the campaign, so stay tuned for that!

[winterfurst]

"I would love that! All of us can watch each other play! Or at least, Erika and I! It's a relaxing game, I hear. And I can plant flowers all over to my hearts content!"

"Aaaah," Satsuki laughed. "That's what it is. It's a relaxing, life sim game, yes?"

"Yeah! With you as the only human and a bunch of animals!"

"Huh. Well, color me interested. I'd love to watch you play."

[mil-the-mudokon]

Dahlia - How does your muse handle themselves at formal events?

Mil: Nervous, trying to make conversation with others and staying with friends she trusts. If there's food, she'll gravitate towards the sweets and definitely have a plate of cookies and brownies.

Sterling: quiet by her lonesome unless she goes with someone she really trusts. But she'll just be having a non alcoholic drink and waiting for it to be over.

Vix: talking to everyone even strangers he never knew, asking them strange questions, boasting about his work and discoveries, then giving them a bussiness card to advertise his medical bussiness.

Quinn: going around making chit chat, absolutly taking advantage of free drinks and food. Making new frienfs maybe starting drama with new enemies if he feels like it. He's dressed like the sexiest formal bitch at the party.

Rita and rhea: very formal, wear a suit and not really talk to anyone unless spoken to. Rita makes most of the chatter while rhea stays quiet since people are scary to talk to. Has absolutly taken note of every guest at the party to see if theres anyone of interest to her: men of power/the rich, science people, people that interest her for research purposes..

[thesensualtruth]

@virtuousfuta continued from here.

It wasn’t often that Dorothea was shown so much attention, to some extent it was a bit overwhelming but she couldn’t deny how good she felt surrounded by the three women. The songstress’s hands found their way to Edelgard’s ass, gently squeezing the soft skin as moans freely reverberated through her mouth, being muffled by  the cock in her mouth.

[seafoamcrest]

@askladyrhea , from here. Featuring guest muses from @sylveesmusasters.

Rhea turned away from her fuming alt, horrified. Are those the voices she thought she heard? They certainly were.

"C-children?! Get out of here! Go back to our world NOW. I will NOT allow you to be caught up in this and harmed!"

Obedience to their family was not the children's forte. Not when their obedience would entail throwing their loved ones' safety away for their own. But this situation? They had to try to keep BOTH of the same loved one alive. And given how feral both of the Rheas were, this was going to be complicated.

As their Rhea prepared to charge at her alternate, flames went up from Ariella's little arm, and a wall of fire went up between the dragonesses. The wall would be deadly to mortals, but would not be able to stop the fighting between angry, territorial, disguised dragonesses. But maybe it would buy them time to talk sense into their aunts.

"We are NOT leaving without you, Aunt Rhea! And we do not want to attack this world's Rhea either!" Ariella squeaked yelled. She hated how her voice squeaked when she was emotional.

"You two are both Rhea." Ariella continued. "Both our Aunt Rhea. And we love you both. That's why we came here. We just wanted to meet you, Lady Rhea." Ari wasn't going to drop the formalities with the new Rhea yet, just in case. "This is our fault - no, this is my fault, as I opened the portal - so...if you must hurt someone, kill me." Ariella wrapped more walls of fire around Sylvestre and her own Rhea, to protect them, and spread her arms out, palms empty, steeling herself to take the agonizing pain of her alt-aunt's wrath. It would not soundproof Ariella's family's screaming and protests at her attempted self-sacrifice, though.

And it would not stop their Rhea from running right through those walls, ignoring her burns in the heat of adrenaline and maternal instinct.

"NO! I WILL NOT ALLOW THIS!" Rhea roared. "If you lay as much as a finger on either of my children, I will rip your sorry spine from your body and impale you on it! This fight is just between us! It was my failure as an aunt to let them come here, after all!"

Sylvestre couldn't break past the walls of protective fire. Really, given how strong the Rheas were, it would be more of a cage than a shield if they lost control of their anger right here in the Audience Chamber. Still, he yelled out over their Rhea's now feral and barely coherent threats to her alternate.

"You know what we require? We want you to stop fighting and hear us out! We only came here because we love you, we love you both. We just wanted to meet more of the aunt we love so much!!"

[rinnysmuses]

"...Y...Yes. He is. Hold on a moment..."

Actually, no wait. He opened the door and offered for Emet-Selch to come inside. And Rhea, of course. Gods!! Why didn't she send a message ahead?!

Waiting until they were both inside, she watched Astraeus quickly make a beeline for the back yard.

"DEMETER!! Quit beating up that tree...! Rhea's home. And she brought Emet-Selch with her."

"Aren't...You guys co-workers?" Rhea asked. "Why is he panicking so much?"

She couldn't help but stifle a giggle. He was so cute!! Look at him all covered in dirt and flustered about it as if he wasn't the leading authority on all things flora-related.

"Halmarut, please, no need to be that way. But yes, I did have something to ask you. And Mitron, as well. He wouldn't happen to be home, would he?"

[carrykerykeion]

A Hymn to Zeus

(I do worship the Theoi but I wrote this for a class so please don't take it too seriously. Continues under the Read More because I despise long posts.)

Preface (1-6)

Rich-tressed Muses, you daughters of Memory whose sweet voices fill the halls of Olympus with joy, and especially Calliope, who delights in leaders of men—sing of your father, the aegis-holder. Thundering Kronion, born and raised in secret, who overthrew his cruel father to become king of the heavens and celebrated by mortals. Leader of the Fates, you are praised in councils for your wise decision-making, for your knowledge of the future. We make oaths to you, knowing your blessed fairness will maintain justice. Cloud-gatherer, I sing of you.

Rhea hides Zeus (7-15)

Ouranos and Gaia begot many monstrous children, the titans. Two of these were splendid Rheia and cruel Kronos, the king of this unforgiving world. Gaia enfolded Kronos in her arms and told him of his fate, that he was to have a son named Zeus, who would overthrow his regime. Kronos knew of this, but his desire for Rheia was so great that he forced himself on her anyway. Six children she bore, warm Hestia, fertile Demeter, the lord of many guests, earth-shaking Poseidon, and finally, Zeus. Five children he swallowed before each baby could finish its first cry, but Rheia conspired with her parents to give birth to Zeus on Crete, for him to be raised by others. Instead, she wrapped a stone, and Kronos, blinded by greed for power, took not a second glance before swallowing it whole, reveling in the security of his reign. 

Zeus overthrows Kronos (16-24)

Young Zeus grew swiftly, until one day he was strong, raised on wild Cretan air. Gaia directed him back to the hall of Kronos, who did not recognize him as his son. Zeus told the titan that a lord’s strength lies in his loudness, and challenged him to a contest.§ Kronos, face red with anger, opened his wide mouth, and drew in breath to prepare to bellow. But not just air, but Zeus’ fist did he draw in, for the young god punched his uvula with the strength of an Olympic boxer.§ Kronos choked, heaved, and out tumbled the deceitful stone, Poseidon, the dread king of the underworld, Hera, Demeter, and Hestia, all children fully grown. In his weakness, wheezing on the ground, Zeus was able to easily knock the giant titan below the surface of the earth—but his body is so enormous that it left a lump, which we now call the Hill of Kronos.§

Zeus consolidates his power (25-56)

Next, he freed the titans and early gods who had been under Kronos’ oppressive power. Aphrodite, Eros, and others came to mix with the brothers and six children of Kronos. The titans were so overcome with gratitude that they gifted Zeus with thunder. Gaia, knowing the prophecy of her grandson, and having watched him grow, knew him to be a wise leader, and entrusted him with the power of lightning, which she had kept hidden all this time. 

But soon, the titans forgot themselves, and thought themselves greater and more worthy of rule than the gods. They were jealous of power, and began to compare Zeus with his hated father. Discontent bubbled into unrest, which burst into war. War raged between the titans and the gods for ten years until Zeus, with Gaia’s suggestions, formed a plan. 

Some years ago, Ouranos, irritated by three of his sons who were better men than he, entrapped Obriareos, Cottos, and Gyges beneath the earth, caged there for eternity. Mighty Zeus broke the earth, seized them, and dragged them up into the light of day, blinking and squinting like newborns. He brought them to the river Alpheius§ to wash themselves, and invited them to a great feast, giving them the nectar and ambrosia of the gods—and no man’s hunger was denied a fair portion. When their thirst and hunger had been put away, Zeus told them of the war and asked that they fight on their side. At first, they were indignant, for he would have them fight against their brothers. But Zeus had the sweetness of speech and strength of diplomacy, which his daughter, Calliope, gives to mortal kings in honor of her father’s capabilities. He reminded the titan brothers that although their father imprisoned them underground, he brought them into light, gave them back their dignity, and fed them of his own food. Obriareos, Cottos, and Gyges bowed their heads, shamed by this, and agreed to fight with them the next day.

The power of the mass of titans had before been equally matched with that of the few gods, but the next day, the balance shifted. With these huge titans on their side, it was just enough that Zeus was ready to bring out his secret weapons, which the titans themselves and Gaia had bestowed unto him. The roar of thunder drowned out their battle cries, heartening the deathless gods, but snatching the fighting spirit out of the titans. The lightning bolts he hurled in his fury struck down many-headed monstrosities, boiled the seas, sparked the forests into all-consuming flame, and speckled the earth with scorch-marks. 

The titans were forced down into Tartaros below, and on the surface, Zeus was made king. They placed on his head a crown of olive leaves and flowers.§ He portioned out the rights and privileges to the immortals, and the deities went forth to bring glory to the earth, repairing battle damages and improving where they saw fit. 

The Olympic games (57-64)

With his power consolidated, he held games to celebrate victory over his father, Kronos. It was a single-length race, from the Hill of Kronos to the river Alpheius.§ The runners were deathless ones, laughing with elation over their recent victory in war. Some Elean poets say they were Ares, Apollo, and Hermes, but better theologians know that Ares and Hermes were yet to be born, for Zeus had not yet married Hera.§ But nymphs of rivers and trees gathered at the hill with newly born Apollo, Aphrodite, Poseidon, and others. Zeus, ever the discerning judge, stood by the river to determine the winner. The nymphs were soon overtaken, and though it was a close match, fleet-footed Apollo’s toes first touched the riverbed. He was crowned with laurel leaves.§

Zeus Olympia (65-73)

Now, every four years, the games are repeated, held in his honor. To this day, the single length footrace is the most prestigious, for it is the game that the gods played. And the winner is crowned with laurel leaves.

At Olympia, we honor you with many games and sacrifices, loud-thundering Zeus. We swear oaths to you, Zeus Horkios, to keep your games free of corruption, favoring your glory over that of mortals. With your help, Zeus Apomyios, we give many sacrifices of animals. And countless statues are dedicated to you, though none more grand than the one in the temple, whose seated form towers above us all. To you owes all glory in counsels and wars.

With you I have begun, and now I will turn to another song.

§Aside from things marked by this symbol—which are made up—the information is all taken or elaborated from Hesiod’s “Theogony,” the Mikalson text, or historical documents we have read for class. I edited the runners because the timing bothered me. Why would he wait so long to have the race? This collection of runners is more palatable to me.

[winterfurst]

Venus stared up at Chris as Satoshi also rose from his seat. He gave her a soft smile. "I promise. This will be all okay."

Nodding, the woman got up and began to flit about the house. She'd leave the computers for them later to grab. Grabbing clothes and her bags, she picked up a picture of Rhea and shoved it into her bag.

Rushing over to Satoshi and Chris, she gave them a teary smile. "I'm ready," she murmured.

winterfurst​:

“O-Okay…See you soon, Chris.”

Hanging up the phone, Satoshi looked at Venus. “See?”

“She…She sounds so happy. So bubbly. So… Beautiful. Is she with Hadriano Tornincasa?”

Satoshi nodded. “They’ve been together a long, long time.” Rhea being in a poly relationship was something Rhea had to explain. “She’s happy but she wants you back so bad, Venus.”

   “We met somewhere around mid-February, through a cousin of mine. That’s when she asked about looking into your disappearance– she didn’t have much hope of you being alive, but she wanted some kind of closure and asked for help regardless. …I’m sorry it took so long for us to find you.”

   He carefully rose from his seat. “C’mon. We don’t want to stick around for too long. Grab anything personal or valuable that you don’t want to leave behind. Like we said on the phone just now, we’re first taking you to a hospital, and getting you to chat with a Rhea-approved therapist. Satoshi and I will also have to ask a stupid amount of police-related stuff on who you worked for and anything you can tell us, but as soon as all the big checks are done, your daughter’s being delivered straight to you. Are you willing to trust us?”

[lombax-lombardi]

Roses In The Church~

Summary: When the white haired dragon pines over one who is older then her. Warm. And Green.

Genre: Character Building. Fluff.

Character: Desiree.

In which @minstrelintraining​ gave me an idea for a ship so here we go

The white haired dragon.

The one named Desiree.

Daughter of the blood dragon Diera. Shares the same Crest and the same curse.

Sort of.

Here she was standing in the greenhouse, tending to the roses and other flowers there. Such delicate things.

Easily fragile.

Much like herself.

“Oh small little buds, how thy grow with the light of the sun. Much like the students here. Much like the mortals” she said to herself as she tended to the flowers.

Roses are her favourite.

They reminded her of a simpler time. When her Mother was happy. When her Father was still alive.

When things were simple.

Now her Mother and her are divided. Having more children, born with her Crest....and her curse!

That dreaded vampire curse.

Desiree hummed to herself in thought. “Mayhaps it is useless to try and prevent Mother from harming mortals with her terrible curse. Mayhaps I could try....but I must prevent her spawn from becoming full vampires”

She wasn’t aware of a pair of eyes watching her.

“Lady Ambrosia...I must prevent thee from falling under Mother’s curse....”

After placing the watering can down, she bent down to embrace the scent of the roses she was tending.

Desiree spent her days in the infirmary with Manuela, having vast knowledge on old healing remedies long since past, it proves very helpful to the former songstress’s work.

“Now Desiree. How can such a lovely woman by yourself be single?” The overly beautiful woman would ask, the pointed eared woman tilted her head.

“Ah. I hvae not found one to spend the rest of mine own life with my dear lady. Perhaps one day” She mused aloud in response, Manuela gave a small smile.

“Now now dear, I am sure there is someone out there for you. I hope there is someone out there for me.....” She bemoaned her lonely status in her life, leaning on the white haired females shoulder dramatically.

This is what Desiree deals with on a daily basis. Every day. In her life.

When she is not watching over Madilyn, or in the infirmary she is usually in the greenhouse. Once again tending to the flowers.

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“Seteth. Are you feeling alright?” the calming voice of the Archbishop filled his hearing, the man lifted his head to see Rhea standing before him.

“Ah, Lady Rhea. Forgive me my thoughts have been....clouded recently”

“Is that so? Would it have to be about our recent guest?” She asked, he took a moment to think about it.

When Desiree arrived at the Church, it’s like Seteth’s clouded vision was lifted for the first time.

He noticed that Flayn spent a lot of time with her. It warmed his heart.

“...Perhaps it is about our new guest. Is she....truly one of us Lady Rhea?” he quiered.

The Archbishop nodded. “Yes. She is Seteth.”

He needed time to pondder this information.

He saw her around the halls, bumping into him on accident and her strange, old way of speaking charmed him somehow.

Her voice wormed his way into his heart.

Flayn would tease him about it. He would deny it.

But. it would not be too terrible to spend a whole new lifetime with someone new.

But first he’d have to speak to his wife.

before his depature with Flayn, Desiree approached them. “Lady and Lord, I wish to speak with thee”

The smalle green haired girl let out a small chuckle. In Desiree’s hands where a boquet of roses.

“I am aware...you have someone to visit. I would like to offer mine roses to decorate her grave. If you will take them, it will warm my heart ever so” she said, holding the boquet out for them.

Seteth, with a warm smile on his face, took the small lovely boquet of roses from her hands.

When his breath hitched in his throat.

Their hands had touched.

Desiree spoke first. “Lord Seteth? Is something the matter?”

“Oh. I-It;s nothing. Thank for your offering. I am sure she will be fond of them Lady Desiree”

She smiled.

“I grew them with love Sir. I take mine leave of you”

it grew quiet. Flayn was snickering.

he wasn’t going to live this down was he?

Possibly not.

[liunaticfringe]

HOLLYWOOD CHAMBER OF COMMERCE TO HONOR ACTRESS LUCY LIU WITH STAR ON THE HOLLYWOOD WALK OF FAME

WHO: Honoree: Lucy Liu

Emcee: Hollywood Chamber of Commerce, President/CEO Rana Ghadban

Guest Speakers: Demi Moore and Rhea Perlman

WHAT: Dedication of the 2,662nd Star on the Hollywood Walk Of Fame

in the Category of Television

WHERE:    1708 Vine Street next to the star of legendary actress Anna May Wong at the famous corner of Hollywood & Vine

WHEN: Wednesday, May 1, 2019 at 11:30 A.M. PST

The event will be live-streamed exclusively on www.walkoffame.com

COMMENTS:

The Hollywood Chamber of Commerce is proud to announce that actress Lucy Liu will be honored with the 2,662nd star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame on Wednesday, May 1, at 11:30 a.m. PST. The star will be dedicated in the category of Television at 6259 Hollywood Boulevard next to 33 Taps Restaurant.

“We are excited to honor Lucy Liu and we placed her star next to the star of Anna May Wong, the first Chinese American actress to grace Hollywood’s film screens. When we place Walk of Fame stars, we love to juxtapose Hollywood’s golden age icons with the role models who represent the exciting shifts taking place in the film industry whenever we can,” said Ana Martinez, Producer of the Hollywood Walk of Fame.  

Helping Emcee Rana Ghadban, President  & CEO of the Hollywood Chamber of Commerce to unveil the star will be Walk of Famer Demi Moore and Rhea Perlman.

The Hollywood Chamber of Commerce which administers the popular star ceremonies encourages those unable to attend around the world to watch the event exclusively on www.walkoffame.com.

Lucy Liu is a critically acclaimed actress who has starred in film, television and on Broadway.  For seven seasons, Liu co-starred in the highly praised drama series “Elementary” on CBS as “Dr. Joan Watson” alongside Jonny Lee Miller’s “Sherlock Holmes”. The final season of the show premieres May 23 on CBS at 10 p.m.  Liu can also be seen on Hulu’s third season of “Difficult People.”

Her portrayal of “Officer Jessica Tang” on the critically acclaimed series, “Southland” won a 2012 Critics’ Choice Award for Best Guest Performer in a Drama Series and a 2013 NAACP nomination for Best Supporting Actress in a Drama Series Liu also appeared as the unforgettable “Ling Woo” in the hit Fox series, “Ally McBeal,” a role for which she earned an Emmy and Screen Actors Guild Award nomination for Outstanding Supporting Actress in a Comedy Series.  She has also appeared in starring roles on the hit series “Cashmere Mafia” and “Dirty Sexy Money.”  She will next star in the dark comedy series, “Why Women Kill,” created by Marc Cherry and set to begin filming this spring. The show will examine how the roles of women have changed over the course of many decades, but how their reaction to betrayal has not.

Liu also stars in the Netflix rom-com hit film, “Set It Up,” co-starring Taye Diggs, Glenn Powell and Zoey Deutch, directed by Claire Scanlon. Her previous films include: “Charlie’s Angels,” “Charlie’s Angels: Full Throttle,” “Kill Bill,” “Chicago,” “Lucky Number Slevin,” “The Man with the Iron Fists,” “Detachment,” “East Fifth Bliss,” “Someday This Pain Will Be Useful to You” and many others.

Liu voices the role of Lady Sagami in the 2015 Academy Award® Nominated film “The Tale of The Princess Kaguya,” produced by Frank Marshall and directed by Jamie Simone from an adaptation by Mike Jones. Variety calls the film a "visionary tour de force”. Liu is also the voice of “Viper” in the trilogy for Paramount’s animated smash hit “Kung Fu Panda” and as “Silvermist” in Tinkerbell’s “Legend of the Neverbeast.”

Off the screen, Liu is a talented director and producer as well. Her directing work for “Elementary” has led her to directing for other series, including the Season 2 Premiere episode of Netflix and Marvel’s “Luke Cage,” USA drama “Graceland”, “Law & Order: SVU,” and “Why Women Kill.”  She has produced the critically acclaimed film “Freedom’s Fury”, the short documentary, “Redlight” as well as co-directed and produced, a short docu-drama, “Meena,” based on a chapter from the New York Times bestseller, “Half the Sky” by authors Nicholas Kristof and Sheryl WuDunn.

In 2006, Liu was awarded a Women’s World Award for her outstanding humanitarian work, presented to her by former Pakistan Prime Minister Benazir Bhutto and sponsored by the World Award organization headed by former Russian President Mikhail Gorbachev. Other recognitions of her humanitarian work include the 2008 Danny Kaye Humanitarian Award and the 2016 Harvard Artist of the Year Award, given by the Harvard Foundation for her involvement with UNICEF and her body of work. Liu is also a member of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts & Sciences.

Additional accolades honoring her work include a 2012 New York Women in Film & Television Muse Award, the prestigious Best Drama Actress Award at the Seoul International Drama Awards, and three People’s Choice Award nominations.  

★★★

All press must RSVP ONLY to Ana Martinez, Producer of the Walk of Fame

at ana@hollywoodchamber.net

[rheaeaseandflow]

🌟

Send 🌟 for a headcanon about our muses’ relationship

  Out of all of Hera and Zeus’ children together, Rhea looked after Eileithyia the most (besides Eris) when she was little. The titaness never hesitated when Zeus asked his mother to babysit her granddaughter and always said yes. It got to the point where Eileithyia practically had her own designated room in Rhea’s house and only two other grandchildren has the privilege of their own personal rooms instead of guest rooms: Dionysus and Eris.

  While Eileithyia in her older age doesn’t stay over at her grandmother’s as much, Rhea still has the room reserved for only her. It’s definitely changed over the ages to suit her granddaughter’s age but she still has some remembrances from Eileithyia‘s childhood in it like a blanket made up of clothes she worn as a child and a small shelf that holds a couple of her favorite old childhood toys.

[winterfurst]

Stepping out of the car, Rhea grinned as she saw Ms. Satsuki heading up to the front door of the Tornincasa Manor. Making sure Arianna was all set in her carrier, she picked her and the various bags she had and beelined for the front door.

"Ms. Satsuki!"

Turning around, Satsuki adjusted her bags in her hand before grinning. "Oh, hello Rhea," she said as she knocked. Looking down at the carrier, Satsuki grinned before bending down. "Hi!!!! You are so pretty!!!"

"Isn't she?!"

Stepping inside the Manor once the door was open, Rhea grinned. "Would you like to hold her?"

"Oh, if I may?"

Watching Rhea get Arianna out of her carrier, she gently passed the baby to Satsuki. Cradling the baby against her, Satsuki beamed.

"Oh, she's so pretty!!"

"Thank you!" Rhea watched Satsuki for a moment before speaking again. "Why are you visiting anyway? 'Cause Iggy can't come to you?"

"Pretty much. I'm fine being here, though. I brought food too. I know everyone here is stressed.'

[winterfurst]

"H-Hey!!!! What the fuck, Hadri!! I wasn't ready!!"

Squealing when the picture came in, Rhea's grin lit up the whole room. If it was possible. Oh!!!!

Orbmail Inbox

Sender: Rhea

AAAAAH!!!!! Tell them I said hello and that I miss them too! Oh man. I can't wait to see EVERYONE. I have so much to tell you and it's going to be SO amazing. Satoshi looks so unenthused but Iggy looks so happy.

Orbmail Inbox

Sender: Hadrien

Hey, even it turns out to be just us, I'm still taking it. But I'm relieved to hear it's just as broad to you as it is to me and not that I missed something obvious.

(He lifted his Arcus and, with a shit-eating grin, quickly took a surprise snap of Satoshi and Igino. Hah!)

Orbmail Inbox

Sender: Hadrien

Attachment: [Photo]

Look who else is here by the way!

[iincantatorum]

Guest Muses & NPCs

Name: Zeus  Aigiochos Status: Immortal Physical Features: Electric Blue eyes, Cloud-Grey hair Occupation/Alias:  Lord of the Sky God of the Sky, Thunder, Lightning, Kingship, Honor and Justice King of the Gods King of Olympus Father of Gods and Men  Species: Greek God, Youngest in First Generation of Olympians Family (includes characters in Rick Riordian’s series):  Kronos (father) Rhea (mother) Metis and Themis (ex-wives) Hera (wife/sister) Hestia and Demeter (sisters) Hades, Poseidon, Aphros and Bythos (brothers) Athena, Artemis, Hebe, Enyo, Eileithyia, Thalia Grace, Angelos, Persephone, Aletheia, Pandeia, Herse, Agdistis, Herophile, the Charites, the Muses, the Horai and the Moirai (daughters) Apollo, Ares, Hephaestus, Hermes, Dionysus, Tantalus, Minos, Hercules, Perseus, Aeacus, Megaros, Lacadaemon, Tityus, Rhadamanthys, Sarpedon, Amphion, Zethus, Dardanos, Iason, Eetion, Epaphus, Demetrius, Akheilos and Caerus (sons) Eurydice, Georgina, Kayla Knowles, Clarisse La Rue, Hippolyta, Penthesilea, Annabeth Chase (granddaughters) Will Solace, Austin Lake, Edward Teach, Theban Drakon, Deimos, Phobos, Eros, Eurytion, Sherman Yang, Mark, William Sherman, Ellis Wakefield, Malcolm, Frederic Bartholdi, Daedalus, George Washington, Leo Valdez (grandsons) All Hephaestus, Dionysus, Ares, Apollo, Athena and Hermes cabin members (grandchildren) Zagreus, Triton, Theseus,Bellerophon, Percy Jackson, Nico di Angelo and Tyson (nephews) Rhode, Kymopoleia, Melinoe, Makaria, Leila, Katie Gardner, Miranda Gardiner, Billie Ng and Bianca di Angelo (nieces) FC: gr.eg berz.insky

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Name: Sean Vincent Age: 47 Species: Human, with Fae Blood Occupation: Field Investigator Family: (main; Brent- son) FC: ger.ard but.ler

Name: Apollonius Thatch Age: 28 Species: Human Family: Apollymi (sister); Kidagakash Nedakh (mother), Milo Thatch (father) Occupation: Prince in Training FC: jus.tin bal.doni

Name: Nuraz Ali Age: 21 Species: Human, Necromancer Lineage Family: Noura Ali (sister); Aladdin & Jasmine (Adoptive Parents), Unknown Biological Mother, Mozenrath (biological father), Cassim, leader of the 40 thieves(grandfather, alive), Sultan of Agrabah (grandfather) Occupation: Current Prince of Agrabah FC: im.ran ab.bas naq.vi

Name: Bashir Vizier Age: 33 Species: Human with sorcerer blood, but has no magical powers. Family: biological father- Jafar Occupation: Grand Vizier, advisor to the sultan and guardian of the royal children FC: ran.veer sin.gh

Name: Regina Grimhilde Age: 46 Species: Human (born), Sorceress, Immortal Family: Son- Declan Occupation: Queen of the Black Forest Realm FC: lan.a par.illa

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