#and during/after she'd always make comments at me implying this kind of thing

[cashandprizes]

This Wretched Heart

Hello friends. Remember how I said I wrote prissy smut checks notes over a year ago for @autisticempathydaemon's birthday? They literally reminded me today that you know, that WIP still exists in my barren drive folder.

Honestly, I wanted to rewrite this when I came up with the headcanon that Christian lost one of his legs during Inversion, but I had already written this and the spark was gone (and I was about to spend two months being cyberstalked and getting a peace order) soooo... it kind of rotted. And then Erik went and gave more Alexis information (like that blasted last name), and really I just forgot about it.

But - we will unearth it tonight. Enjoy four thousand words of some antiquated Alexis/Christian fucking nasty after some kind of charity auction or something.

Credit to @/cafekitsune for the banner

CW: NOT SAFE FOR TUMBLR/MINORS; all of this is built on Lexi's Prissy fics which you can and should be reading on their blog, yes they're mates; light jealousy (in a tasteful, sexy way); body worship; Christian has a tongue piercing thank you @mr-laveau for that one; cunnilingus; Lexi and I take prissy eye contact seriously; overstimulation; squirting; implied d/s dynamics but they're both switches; breeding kink; implied knotting

"Sometimes I can't believe I'm the only one who gets to see you like this," Christian whispers, bending over and brushing his mouth across his girl's knuckles. Alexis shivers under his attention and it goes straight to his head. The infamous Solaire princess, the ice queen, melting from his affections is a heady thing, and Christian plans to be drunk on it by the end of the night.

"You're so beautiful like this." Her pale skin is flushed rosy, her breath is quick little inhale-exhales, her fangs are digging into a full lower lip, and Christian is so terribly starved for her it almost hurts. He drops to his knees from where he'd pressed her against the door and kissed her senseless, and leans in to press a delicate kiss to the silk covering her knee.

Alexis is still dressed to kill, looking effortlessly elegant in six-inch heels and a floor-length sheath dress in the shade of midnight. Formal events have never been her favorite but she would never tarnish the illustrious reputation of the Solaire Clan by looking anything other than her best. Sixty-plus years of polite society have sharpened her manners for boring charity auctions like the one she'd attended tonight with Christian trailing behind her, far out of his element.

He still feels out of his element but in a different sort of way, staring up at the ethereal picture his girlfriend, his mate, makes in their shared space. Her dark, inky hair falls down her back, released from an extravagant style under the wrath of his hands pulling her even closer. Christian longs to wrap his fingers through her hair again, weaving long stands between his finger to pull her in for another heated kiss, but settles himself knowing that he has the rest of the night. 

The night is theirs, now, no longer occupied with useless niceties and whispers, always whispers. Christian is never sure if some vampires are extraordinarily petty or just stupid for turning to each other and prattling on in front of two beings with superhuman senses. Alexis never reacts, the poise of a born socialite schooling her delicate features - but the comments make Christian heat until his skin flushes with anger. First, it had been the jabs and quips about her cold and cruel nature, but now it seems everyone has something to say about her smile and beauty. Christian has always known she was beautiful from the moment he saw her staring blankly at a wall. But now everyone is noticing, commenting on the height of her cheekbones or her unmarred decolletage.

But now, they’re alone and his jealousy turns from churning rage to molten lust. Her eyes meet his and he allows a moment to just drink her in. Alexis Solaire is a damned vision in a floor-length midnight black gown, her pale skin on display from the plunging v-neck and a high slit up to her left hip. Her hands dangle by her sides, long fingers decorated in gold rings that she mindlessly twists ending in glossy nails the color of blood. Christian drags in a heavy breath and swallows as his large, calloused palms part the split in fabric to glide up her bare calf. He cups the back of her knee and gently tugs until he can brush his lips across her shin. Her next exhale is audible, her crimson lips parted as her eyes follow the sensual path his fingers make down her ankle to grasp the back of her foot and tug off the black stiletto. He tosses it over his shoulder with a smirk and bends down to press a kiss to the smooth, unblemished skin of her ankle. 

"Don't just go throwing those around, I like them," she chastises, her admonishing words disrupted by the fondness in her tone. Christian only smirks, meeting her eyes as he presses another kiss to her knee. He drags his thumbs across the bottoms of her foot, digging into the arch as she lets out a surprised moan. Her pleasure is palpable; he knew she wasn't comfortable wearing those death traps; her eyes slide shut and she relaxes against the door with each second of his impromptu massage.

Content with his work, he sets her foot on the ground and pushes her dress aside to reach for the other, sliding off her shoe and massaging away the soreness. His girl, his mate, slides a manicured hand into his hair and drags glossy nails across his scalp and behind his ears in gratitude. He sets down her other foot and can't help the love drunk smile on his face as he remembers just how lucky he is to be the one worshiping ice princess Alexis Solaire tonight.

"Nobody could keep their eyes off you tonight," Christian whispers, jealous and possessive as he trails kisses starting at her knee up her exposed thigh. "And all I could think is that they didn't have a clue. As if you haven't been beautiful this entire time, and only now they bother to notice." His voice grows deeper and Alexis meets the hungry look in his eyes with her own. He drags his nose across her heated skin and nips the inside of her thigh just because he can. "It's alright," he says conversationally, spreading his knees and bracing one hand against the wall behind her body while the other gently gathers the skirt of her dress in his fist.

"I got to you first, petal. They can look, but I'm the only one touching you tonight." And with that, he presses a wet kiss to the center of her delicate lace panties and grins while Alexis trembles.

Every kiss against her skin is like sweet damnation, molten lava burning her into oblivion. Christian is patient in a way he so rarely gets, determined to spend all the time in the world worshiping every inch of her body until he's quite satisfied. Despite being completely naked and spread out on their bed, Christian covers her body in breathy, open-mouthed pressed of his lips and tongue everywhere except where she needs him most. It's almost torturous, the way he says "not yet, petal" and "let me show you how much I need you" while she continues to soak the sheets beneath them.

"Cher, please," she whines, arching as he mouths and nips at her rib cage. 

"Please what, petal?" Christian is most definitely smirking into her skin, but she's too desperate to be upset with him.

"Quit teasing me," Alexis huffs, fisting a hand in his hair and tugging until her eyes meet his. "I've been wound up since you cornered me in the car, and I haven't forgotten your little stunt with the foot massage. Get your ass up here and do something about it."

Christian laughs, low and gruff into her skin and she can't stop herself from smiling back at him like the lovesick fool she is. "I'm pretty sure I'm doing something about it. Maybe you need to be more specific about what you want?" His voice and his eyes are dark, full of lust and want and desire as his hands glide up her thighs and part her legs. "Do you want me… here?" His thumbs ghost across the apex of her thighs and she moans. "Do you want my fingers, petal? Or do you want my mouth?"

"I think I've more than earned both, don't you think," Alexis sasses, guiding his head lower until his heavy breaths hover over her pubic bone.

"Mmmm, yes ma'am," Christian replies, pulling away just to slide off the bed and onto his knees. Before Alexis can complain, he grabs onto her hips and tugs her to the edge of the mattress, staring at where she's slick and leaking for him. He fits himself between her thighs and starts a slow grind of his cock slowly against the bedframe.

Alexis Solaire is glad for the suppression of her Sonal core when she cries out as Christian leans in and licks across her folds; because no one else should hear her shameful, wanton noises and she’d like to keep her boyfriend in top condition. He moans in response, wrapping his arms around her thighs and pulling her closer until his face is entirely buried in her pussy. "Fuck, you always taste so fucking good," Christian groans, dipping his tongue inside and guzzling her like a man starved. She can only bury her hands in his hair and hold on tight as he tucks into her with a feral, voracious appetite that sends her reeling.

The brush of his piercing rubbing against the hood of her clit has her whining and when he sucks her into his mouth and hums she whimpers. Time has given them plenty of opportunities to learn each other's bodies and Christian has always been a dedicated student in the subject of one Alexis Solaire. He knows just when to add a finger and how to crook them to make her arch up into his waiting mouth. He knows that she scratches down his back when he spreads her on his fingers and works his tongue inside her. Christian knows that when she starts getting loud and then gets quiet, to suck her clit and pump his fingers hard to make her come so hard her eyes roll back. And he knows that the only time she enjoys overstimulation is when his head is between her legs throwing her over the edge.

"God, don't stop," Alexis pleads, rocking her hips in shallow motions to ride his face. Christian heaves a deep breath through his mouth and wraps his tongue around her clit, using the small metal piercing to rub the underside just the way she likes until she's squirming. He slides two fingers through her folds, gentle enough to tease, and pushes them in fast with a wet squish that makes him growl. She's so wet, dripping on his fingers and her face, and the knowledge that it's just for him makes him burn. It makes his cock throb hard where it’s leaking against the box spring unattended. He works his fingers with practice, hard thrusts with his fingers curled until she- "Christian, Christian, I'm so close."

"Come on my face, petal," he growls, looking up from his divine feast on her flesh and watching her eyes struggle to stay open. "Show me how good your mate makes you feel." Alexis gasps for air, nails biting into his scalp before she goes silent but her body sings. Her eyes roll back and she clenches in hard, arrhythmic movements around his fingers. It isn't the first time he's made her come like this and it won't be the last, but Christian drinks up her pleasure like a starving concubi, feeling his cock pulse and leak without stimulation. Her pale skin is flushed red and her breath catches in her chest and she looks so divine he is almost blinded. Watching his stoic silver princess fall apart in the safety he provides fills his wretched heart with an emotion stronger than words like love, affection, or adoration could ever evoke.

“You’re the most brilliant star I’ve ever seen, much less been able to touch,” Christian praises, peppering chaste kisses across her hip bone. Alexis makes a noise somewhere between incredulous and amused but softened by the wake of her orgasm. “Every time I look at you, I can’t believe I’m the only one who gets to see you like this.” He scrapes his teeth across her skin, light nips that make the woman beneath him sigh. “That you would trust me with your body,” a kiss to her inner thigh, “with your pleasure,” another kiss at the apex of her thighs, “with your heart.” She whines and throws an arm over her eyes, squirming from the fingers still inside her and the devotion of the man before her.

“Don’t hide from me petal,” Christian demands, sucking a messy, biting kiss into the tender skin of her inner thigh. “Give me all of you. I want everything.” Alexis lifts her arms and peeks at him with wide eyes, blown-out pupils with only a thin ring of silver visible. “That’s it, petal. Watch me devour you just like this.” And he does, rewarding her hazy eye contact with a purposeful, wet slurp around her fingers.

“Christian,” she moans with fluttering eyelids, blood-red nails dragging down his neck and leaving thin red scratches in their wake. He’s growling before he can stop himself, starting deep in his chest and spilling past his lips in a way that only makes her moan again. Listening to her lose herself in the feelings of his mouth goes straight to his head, inflating his ego even further. He can’t help crushing his cock between his stomach and the box spring, humping his hips hard just for some relief. The sensation of Alexis’s ecstasy fills his head with white noise, blocking out conscious thought until he’s all instinct.

He can feel her thighs closing in around his head, squeezing his skull tight and stealing the air from his lungs. Christian gasps hard and loud through his mouth and grabs a fistful of her ass in either hand before diving back down until his tongue is buried inside her. He uses his grip to help her rock against his mouth, spearing herself on his tongue again and again.

“God, Cher-” a whimper with a full-body shudder steals the words and breath from Alexis’s lips, but Christian has spent long enough studying her to know exactly what she wasn’t able to say with his tongue roughly lapping up every drop of nectar with a need that borders on feral. Don’t stop is what she means, I need you is what she would have moaned. He looks up from his feast to meet her eyes with a deliberate and slow slide of his tongue through her folds up to the hood of her clit.

“I love you,” Christian says the words she couldn’t in a gentle breath, feeling her reciprocation in the way her hand smooths up his neck and nails scratch behind his ears. “I love you more than anything, Alexis Solaire.” He releases one hand from her ass and brings it to drag through her folds and gather the wetness there while his mouth is otherwise occupied. Her long eyelashes flutter against the roundness of her cheek as he slides two fingers into her heat. “Look at me, petal,” he demands, hooking his fingers and massaging hard against the front wall of her pussy. 

The feeling of her squeezing his fingers sends his brain into overdrive and his cock shudders, likely almost purple from the lack of release. Christian is consumed with images of pinning her to the bed with her ankles by her ears. He knows how well she takes him, how she blooms like the most precious flower around him. It would be so easy to slide his cock through her folds and fuck into her tight heat, to make them both come until they’re a panting, tangled, weak-limbed heap. But they have all day together and he plans to thoroughly eat his mate until she gushes.

His determination to make her come again rekindled with the knowledge that he’s going to have her every which way until they pass out, he ignores his neglected cock a little longer. “Watch me take you apart.” He fights not to close his eyes and lose himself in the sweet taste and smell of his mate’s delicious pussy, but Christian manages it with the knowledge that nothing makes the ice princess under him writhe like prolonged eye contact.

And writhe she does, bucking her hips hard enough to almost dislodge his fingers. Her pleasure is unrestrained and delectable on his tongue. Every mouthful of her on his tongue lights his nerves on fire and leaves his core singing for her and only her. Alexis swells and drips right into his mouth and Christian is unashamed to say he’s an addict. He is a mere supplicant at the altar of her divine and resplendent presence, happy to worship and consume her until his last breath. The way he suckles at her clit is a sacred ritual, the flicks of his tongue against the underside a salvational act for his soul. 

His fingers drill the tender spot inside her until she’s clawing at the sheets and burying her face into a pillow. “God, cher, it’s-,” she interrupts herself with a muffled yelp, one knee hooking around the back of his neck and holding him tight against her mound. “Christian. Christian, I’m gonna-” her nails cut into his shoulder hard enough to draw blood and each point of contact is electric. “If you don’t- god if you don’t stop I’ll-” she clenches hard around his fingers, growing spasms to signal the impending glory of her orgasm.

“That’s right, princess,” Christian snarls, rubbing cruel, tight little circles around her clit with his thumb. “Show me everything.” His teeth find a tender spot where her thigh joins her hip and leaves a deep imprint sure to bruise. There’s a distinct tearing sound where her fangs have ripped into the pillow covering her mouth, her carefully crafted control thrown out the window.

“Let me hear, petal. Let go.” Christian feels her start to come before she does, her startled shout bouncing off the walls. She fists his hair and arches up like she’s been electrocuted and she’s never been more beautiful. Christian speeds up rather than slowing down, mercilessly suckling and bearing his fingers into her knowing that she’s not done yet, that if he can get her right up to the edge and she can-

“Fuck, fuck!” Christian sticks his tongue out a second too late, but he doesn’t mind when the first gush of her hits his mouth and chin. His face wears it just fine, and he can always drink down every single drop next time. The growl in the back of his throat is primal, pure instinct and satisfaction. Despite his own desperate need to come, he pulls his hips back and focuses on his girl. He’s perfectly content letting his mate make a mess of him, squirting hard and fast across his face, knowing he’ll be insider her later. “Jesus Christ,” Alexis whimpers, gently riding his fingers until she’s a limp, twitching wreck.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful when you squirt all over my face like that, petal,” Christian growls, licking the remnants of her off his face and fingers. “You get me so fucking hard.” He spits into the hand covered in her slick and reaches down to firmly grasp his cock, too wound up to do anything more than just hold himself there.

“Show me, cher,” Alexis trills, voice siren-like in the way she compels him to climb onto the bed, his knees on either side of her thighs. Her eyes are dark and half-lidded and the smile on her face is coy and sultry. He jerks himself slowly, squeezing the head in the tight circle of his fist. “You made me feel so good,” she whispers, trailing sanguine-colored nails up his thigh to tease over his sac.

“I love eating you, petal,” Christian says, his voice so deep it would be foreign if he wasn’t used to Alexis dragging it out of him. “You know I love the taste of you on my tongue.” Alexis nods, rolling his balls in her delicate hands. She pushes up on one arm to place a kiss right over his pounding heart.

“I know.” She trails hot and wet kisses up his chest and over his neck, dragging her fangs over his throat in the way that makes him rumble and fuck his fist harder. “Now I want you inside me, cher, nice and deep.”

“Fuck, you drive me crazy when you say shit like that,” Christian snarls, using his free hand to catch the back of her head and drag her into a filthy kiss. Alexis gives as good as she gets, kissing hard and nipping at his lips while batting his hand off his cock and stroking him herself. “I love it when you tell me exactly like you want.” 

“I want you to fuck me, Christian.” Shivers wrack his body, muscle memory of being inside her reminding him of just how good it would be. But in the same breath he knows he probably wouldn’t get more than a few thrusts in before he came shamefully fast inside her. “So hurry up and fuck me, already.”

Her honest, sultry words against his lips make him break out in goosebumps and groan. “Petal, I’m not going to last. Watching you like that is so…” he trails off and brings their mouths together in a humid kiss that’s mostly teeth knocking together. Alexis pulls back, sensually twisting onto her knees and pulling her hair off of her neck.

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing I’ve trained your refractory period, isn’t it cher?” Christian can’t help the high whine that escapes his throat. “Come,” she demands, patting the bed in front of her and looking entirely too amused when he scrambles into position. She straddles his lap, teasingly brushing the still dripping warmth of her pussy against the head of his cock. 

“Please, petal, please let me-” he cuts himself off with a groan, looking up at her with imploring eyes. He’s so hard and so close his temples are throbbing and his hands ache from being clenched into fists. 

The second she starts to sink onto him, her soaked folds parting until he slips into her warmth, Christian’s hips snap up until he’s buried inside her and hissing out curses between gritted teeth. His hands dig into the flesh around his waist, using the grasp to tug her down as he thrusts deep into her wet heat. “You feel- so fucking good,” Christian grunts, pumping his hips hard and fast and so deep that Alexis can only hold onto his shoulders. “Gonna- gonna come, fuck, just from this, petal.”

Alexis helps herself to the open expanse of his neck, sucking marks into the skin with a breathless smile as Christian reaches his peak and throws himself over it inside her. “Come for me, cher,” she whispers with teeth grazing the skin just under his ear. Christian whines and buries his face in her chest, panting against the skin above her heart as his hips drill one, two, three more times before his cock pulses hard and he comes. “Good boy, that’s my good boy.” He whimpers, hips jerking in little rocking motions to milk his orgasm as long as he can.

Her fingers comb through his mussed hair, pushing his bangs off his forehead. His hips never quite stop, still pumping lazily to keep himself hard as her pussy gently flutters around him. “Gimme- fuck, just give me a second and I can go again. I’ll fuck you right, princess.” Alexis smiles and presses a kiss to the crown of his head.

“I know, cher,” she says with minute rocks of her hips that make him hiss. “We’re not done until you knot me properly, puppy.” Christian snarls at that, using his grip on her hips to flip her onto her back and drag his cock out of the hot cavern of her pussy. Alexis laughs, even as Christian is hitching her leg up until her ankle dangles over his shoulder. 

“I’ll fucking knot you alright,” Christian warns, hovering his face directly over hers with a smile that is all teeth. “I’ll breed you so goddamn full, petal.” And when Alexis bares her teeth, fangs and all, in reciprocation, he slams into her to make good on it.

[kitkatt0430]

Finally finished Beware the Batman this evening. It was a decent season one that could have easily been gearing up to a much better season two... or an equally lackluster season two.

I liked how they were sending Barbara straight into her Oracle persona, though I do feel like skipping over her time as Batgirl does take something away from her development. And being Oracle before she winds up in a wheelchair instead of after felt kind of... wrong. I'd like to think that S2 would have had Barbara being badly injured because of someone targeting her dad through her and put Oracle on track to being a disabled badass. It'd be interesting if it were Harvey who did it since Joker was never tapped, though Anarky was kinda taking his spot and was implied in the finale to be amping things up in S2 so... he'd have probably been the one to injure Barbara. Assuming the show would be willing to go in that direction.

It's really a shame they slowburned Harvey's story line since he's only just become Two Face - name coined by Anarky which didn't really thrill me - but he hasn't truly unveiled his new self yet. He's still dolled up in bandages like a mummy, though he was at least peeling them off when last we saw him. (Unless I blinked and missed something, to be fair I was finishing up some baking related chores at the time and wasn't paying a whole lot of attention to the screen during the episode Twist.) Two Face is a pretty iconic character - but so is his position as a former best friend of Bruce Wayne. While it was an interesting take that their friendship was basically a publicity stunt on Dent's part... it took way too long to reach that point and what should have been Two Face's big reveal was overshadowed by whatever the hell Slade's problem was. Obviously he was intended to be more of a threat in season two, but Harvey never got the chance in the end.

So uh... why did Slade think of himself as Alfred's son anyway? Like... that plot made zero sense whatsoever. It came out of nowhere to give Alfred a reason for his brief time away beyond 'let's make Bruce unstable when Alfred's not holding his leash'. But like... Alfred was Slade's mentor? Briefly? And ruined Slade's career. Okay. Solid motive to hate Alfred I guess? But to view Alfred as a father from what didn't really sound like a long time together was a stretch at best. So his daddy issues and un-favorite child syndrome (Cain and Abel complex) were just kinda out of left field. No real foreshadowing on that.

No closure on Ra's or Lady Shiva so I can only think of what could have been. A second season with that Ra's would have been fun. Ultimately Lady Shiva didn't make the impression on me I was hoping for, she seemed a bit generic. I feel like that could have been Talia and not much would have changed.

Katana continued to be the best part of the show. She had the heart Batman lacked here and she got to make a number of callouts that Bruce needed to hear but ignored. And unfortunately the narrative basically rewarded Bruce for ignoring Tatsu's advice and pointed comments about him being pulled too much into a mystery or game that he forgot to care about the victims. Because of course he's Batman and he's always right. Though it all came to a boiling point with the Killer Croc intro episode... it never really feels like Tatsu gets any validation. Alfred comes back to fix Batman and Katana continues to be second fiddle to Batman, even pointedly referred to as lesser by villains when she goes out solo. So wasn't really thrilled by Katana's treatment overall even though I really enjoyed the character.

I'd hope in a theoretical season 2 she'd have finally gotten a real superhero outfit similar to her comics looks instead of the boring, generic spy look that Katana had going all season but... I doubt it.

I can't say I'm surprised there was no season 2. This wasn't the worst animated Batman I've ever watched but it was very mediocre compared to a lot of other offerings. Honestly there are Scooby-Doo and Batman crossovers that nail Batman better than this did. This was Bruce, and thus Batman, teetering on the edge of his worst impulses at all times with very little to see of the compassionate nature that is supposed to lead Bruce to genuinely want to see his enemies rehabilitated.

[reidsaurora]

"Father's Day" ~ D. Winchester

Summary: Y/N tells Dean's dad, John, about her pregnancy and his reaction isn't exactly what she was expecting.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Pregnant!Reader

Word Count: 1,199

Content Warning: alcohol consumption (not done by reader), small joke about kinks, mentions of restaurants/food, mentions of throwing up, somewhat implied weight/size for reader (?)

Genre: Fluff (angst if u squint a lil)

Extra Notes: implied alternate reality where Sam and Dean still talked, even when they weren't hunting together

Based On the Prompt: "Imagine either Person A or Person B telling their parents about the baby, they could react really well or really badly."

Originally Written: 02/26/2022

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When Y/N found out she was pregnant, she couldn't figure out who she was more afraid to tell: her boyfriend, Dean, or his dad, John.

Once she'd gotten past the initial shock and actually told Dean about her pregnancy, his reaction was nothing short of ecstatic.

However, one of the first things Dean said after finding out was, "I can't wait to tell Dad and Sam!"

Sam she wasn't worried about. Y/N knew Sam would be every bit as excited as Dean was. John's reaction however would be a little bit more unpredictable than that.

Sure, Dean was John's favorite child, and he could be happy about becoming a grandfather. On the other hand, John also had the mentality that hunters were not to reproduce because he didn't want Dean to make the same mistakes he (and many other hunters) had made while raising children.

Regardless, Y/N was now thirteen weeks pregnant and ready to tell Dean's father about the baby. They'd planned to meet up at a restaurant for dinner, which Y/N assumed John would think was strange anyway because he always met up with Dean at bars.

"Dean," Y/N said as she walked back into the room after changing her clothes.

"Hmm?" he hummed in response.

"Does anything look different to you?" she asked.

Dean finally looked up from the notebook he was currently writing in. He was met with the sight of Y/N wearing her normal clothes, but she was accompanied by a small baby bump.

"It's so cute," Dean grinned giddily.

"It is not cute! How am I supposed to dress normally and hide a baby bump?" she complained, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"Just wearing one of my shirts. It's not like you haven't done it before."

Y/N's face turned to a frown. "Dean, are you still gonna love me even when I'm big and fat?"

"OK, first of all, I will love you no matter what size you are. I love you, not your body. Your body just so happens to be an added bonus. Second of all, it's not fat. Your body is making room for an extra human. If anything, it's extra sexy."

"Since when did you have a breeding kink?"

Dean let out a long, deep laugh at her comment. "I think you would've known about that by now."

Y/N shook her head as she laughed at him. "Come on, we've got places to be."

And so, the two rushed out the door, driving off to the restaurant. Luckily for them, the thirteenth week of Y/N's pregnancy just so happened to fall during the same week as Father's Day, so they knew exactly how they wanted to tell John.

Once they reached the restaurant, Y/N nervously grabbed Dean's hand as they walked to the door.

Dean leaned over, placing a reassuring kiss on Y/N's temple. "It's gonna be OK. Who cares about his opinion anyway?"

"You do."

"Not really," Dean admitted. "I mean, yeah, he's my dad so I kind of have to care, but in the end, his opinion doesn't matter. If he tells us he hates it, then that's on him. Just means he won't get to be in our baby's life."

Y/N smiled, giving Dean a kiss on the cheek. "I love you sometimes, you know that?"

"I love you sometimes too."

The two walked into the restaurant, immediately spotting John who was already sitting at a table and sipping on a beer.

Y/N took in a deep breath as she and Dean walked over to the table, sitting down beside each other on one side of the booth.

"Hey, Dad. It's good to see you," Dean smiled once they had both made it into the booth.

"You too, son," John smiled. "Y/N," he nodded toward her with a small smile, "You look nice."

"Thank you, John," she replied, trying to hide the anxiety she had in her voice.

Dean placed his hand on her knee affectionately, rubbing small, delicate circles into her skin. The feeling of Dean touching her was enough to melt all of her worries away for a moment, just long enough to help her forget why she was nervous.

The three continued on talking for a while, catching up on everything they hadn't been able to talk about in the four months they hadn't seen each other. Dean caught John up to speed on a couple cases he'd worked on, while John caught Dean up to speed on everything going on with all their hunter friends like Bobby and Ellen.

One of Y/N's favorite sights was watching Dean and John interact. Most days (other than the occasional argument they had over Sam), they were best friends, and there was never a dull moment in their conversation. Dean hated to admit it, but he was John's favorite child, and it showed when they got the chance to hang out.

"Well, I definitely enjoyed dinner," John smiled as the three walked out of the restaurant.

"Well, we just wanted to find some way to tell you 'Happy Father's Day,'" Dean replied. "You know, Dad, this time next year, I'll be celebrating Father's Day."

John blinked a few times in confusion. "What?"

Suddenly, Y/N's anxiety from earlier reappeared. She felt like she'd throw up, though she wasn't sure if that was due to her nerves or the ever-growing baby in her belly.

"Yep, this time next year, I'll be celebrating my first Father's Day," Dean restated.

"Are you serious?" John's mouth flew open as he turned to Y/N. "Are you pregnant?"

Y/N slowly nodded, readying herself for a disappointing response from her boyfriend's father.

Instead, she was met with arms being wrapped around her gently. "That's wonderful, Y/N."

"Huh?" Y/N couldn't believe the words she'd just heard. She'd been preparing herself for John to be angry, for him to yell and scream about why getting pregnant as a hunter was a horrible decision. When she was met with the opposite reaction, she didn't know exactly how to respond.

"How far along are you?" he asked as he let go of the hug.

"Thirteen weeks yesterday," she answered. "We wanted to wait and tell everyone after I was out of the first trimester. That way, I'd be in the 'safe zone' as my doctor keeps referring to it as," she explained.

"No, I understand. Mary didn't tell anyone she was pregnant with Dean until she just couldn't hide it anymore," he replied, followed by a small chuckle.

"We'll be able to go for the anatomy scan in a couple weeks," Dean mentioned.

"Well, call it 'Grandfather's Intuition' or whatever, but I already have a feeling it's gonna be a boy."

A small smile tugged at Y/N's lips, knowing John was just saying that because he was secretly rooting for a mini Dean.

After a few more minutes of small talk about Y/N's pregnancy and the baby, the three finally parted ways.

On the way home, Dean said the exact words that Y/N knew he'd say:

"See, what did I tell you?"

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RNM 2x07 - Como La Flor

Apologies for being so late this week!! Lots of translating to do, and research. Mucho gracias to @queenrikki for reviewing this one for me!

EPISODE SUMMARY:

OLD WOUNDS — Liz (Jeanine Mason) is forced to revisit a painful part of her past when her mother Helena (guest star Bertila Damas) shows up at the diner unexpectedly. Michael (Michael Vlamis) urges Maria (Heather Hemmens) to seek help after she experiences a strange vision, and Kyle’s (Michael Trevino) attempt to get Steph (guest star Justina Adorno) to open up doesn’t go as planned. Finally, Helena’s arrival in Roswell sends Rosa spiraling. Nathan Dean and Lily Cowles also star. Barbara Brown directed the episode written by Danny Tolli & Carolina Rivera (#207). Original airdate 4/27/2020. 

DETAILS:

Max and Isobel both describing to Rosa how it feels to use (and control) your powers.

Isobel:

"Ground your intention.  Feel the current running through your body, your hands guiding it with purpose."

Max:

"Okay, draw energy from your spine…"

Arturo on Rosa:

"I heard a little mouse crying in her room this morning."

Escamoles - like Liz says in the episode, they're ant larvae. One article I found called them "the Caviar of the Mexican desert". 

Helena calls Liz "mi corazón", which means "my heart".

"Arturito, te ves bien."

Arturo, you look good.

Adding "ito" to someone's name in Spanish can both be positive or negative.  It can refer to smallness or also tenderness (like an affectionate pet name).

@tasyfa pointed out that there was a little timeline error in this scene.  Arturo says that he hasn't seen Helena in 7 years, since Jim Valenti's funeral, but last season it was established in 1x12 that Valenti died in 2014.  Also, remember the show is a year behind reality right now, so it's still 2019. So off by 2 years.

The reason for Helena's visit - transferring her ownership of the Crashdown for Liz so that Liz can sponsor Arturo's residency for citizenship. I did a lot of research trying to understand and clarify why this is.  Thanks to those who weighed in when I was struggling to find a clear answer. Eventually I reached out to Define American, the non-profit org that provides support to the show on racial and immigration related issues.  Here's the response:

The short version is that Liz has to meet minimum income requirements in order to sponsor Arturo, because she has to be able to certify that she can financially support him.  Since she's currently unemployed except for the Crashdown, transferring half of the ownership to her makes her a business partner and helps her to meet the income requirements. 

The Spanish:

"¿Cuánto quieres, Mamá?" 

How much do you want, Mama?

"She has a very thoughtful manicure."

If you don't understand, it's cool. I'm not going to explain here.  Feel free to DM me though! I won't judge, promise!!

Narrative thread about Max's nightmare/memory continues from 2x03 and 2x06.  Don't forget that 2x03 was just Isobel remembering it. Max was a hallucination. So when he brings it up here, it might be something they haven't discussed in a very long time.

The Spanish from Rosa on her red jacket:

"Eres una mujercita."

Basically translates to you're a little woman or young woman.  I assume the "cita" is supposed to be diminutive here.

"Mom is an opportunist.  If she found out she had a kid who came back from the dead she would use you to get to Anderson Cooper. And then she'd use him to promote her latest lounge singer gig."

"Isobel pays double.  Becky tax." 

A Becky, according to common colloquial use, is an annoying white woman, usually entitled and privileged.

Lead bartender quit..meaning there's a job opening at the Pony…hmm. Wonder if any of our characters need a job... 🤔

Maria's vision:

Michael drops the change

Flash to Kyle dropping his keys & bending down to pick them up.

Kyle staring into a bright light.

Maria shouting his name.

"My heart was broken.  Liz ended things and a part of me died."

Max's story to Valenti… not all THAT far off from the truth.

Note: has anyone told him about Valenti investigating him? We know Liz and Isobel were questioned.  Michael was present when Liz was questioned. Kyle knows the whole theory his mom was pursuing. And he just wanders in there like nothing happened?

"Try leading several short staffed investigations with the mayor breathing down your neck."

Another subtle reference to the mayor, including the election banners hung around town in S2 and his "anti-immigrant agenda" which was referenced in S1.

Max has been with the department since he was 18 - this is the first time we learned that.  In 2x05 we learned he was there at 21. So that timeline has now been further clarified. Which also means he was hired during Jim Valenti's time as Sheriff.

"I need eyes on you at all times now."

Definitely implies a lack of trust, or possibly still wanting to keep an eye on him for the purpose of her investigation (not a fact, just a theory).

Steph tells Kyle that she's always hanging around the hospital because she's doing admin work for her dad.

"I'm starting to feel like you're a ghost who only I can see."

"Ask them if they can see me. Or if you were just talking to a ghost." 

Note that ghosts have been a running theme this season with Rosa returning from the dead. This seems to be in line with that. Or are they subtly tying Steph to Rosa (I'm grasping at straws here, probably).

Liz leaves the safe on 3...but before she changes it is on 81. Helena leaves it on 78 after stealing the ring. Good continuity, RNM!

The whole "my mom hates cops" theme is a little confusing to me.  I mean, it makes sense given what we know about Helena. Except that she had an affair with Jim Valenti, who was… a cop. And also an addict.  Maybe it was different because they rehabbed together (just an assumption, not a fact). Or maybe the Jim experience contributed to her dislike of cops.

Liz...might be grasping at straws when she refers to police work as "something you love" to Max.  He didn't exactly seem enamoured by the job when we first met him in Season 1.

First time we learn Max and Isobel's father's name. And it is… Dave. 🤔

The Spanish Helena uses when she meets Max:

"Pero que guapo estas."

But how handsome you are.

"Cuidado Arturito."

Careful, Arturo…

Helena found Liz and Diego's wedding registry online. 

“Look there are medical reasons for non-drug-induced hallucinations - epilepsy, schizophrenia…”

“My mom has a degenerative brain disease. My grandma did too. I've always known I'd be next.”

Helena wanted to be Selena.

Which fits with Liz's lounge singer comment earlier.

And the "drunkenly singing in the car with your daughters in the backseat" fits with the story Liz and Rosa discussed in 2x02 about the car accident they got into as kids with Helena driving drunk.

Helena shows Liz her ten years sober chip, suggesting that she's been sober since Rosa died, but Rosa finds pills in Helena's car later in the episode.  Oxycodone. The same drug that Rosa used to steal from her mom as a kid (which we learned about in 2x04) and the same drug that she and Kyle discussed when he was checking her health in 2x01.

During Helena's toast to Rosa:

Preciosa = precious

Rosa Linda… still not sure personally if this is a continuity error or a pet name.  I’m inclined to go with a pet name. Throughout the whole episode Helena uses lots of pet names, nicknames, diminutives to address people. Rosa Linda may be just another version of this since Rosa's middle name was pretty well established as Helena in Season 1 between her grave, memorial pamphlet, etc.

Kyle calls attention to Steph's bandage on her arm.  She says she gave blood, but it feels like she's evading.

Also she calls him McDreamy, which is a Grey's Anatomy reference. Kyle called himself McSexy (another Grey's nickname) in 1x08 as well.

Note: I've seen some people talk about the speech about his sick friend as being about Maria, but I think he's really talking about Steph.  Or both, vaguely. He's certainly trying to get Steph to open up to him. Here's what he says:

"I just found out a friend of mine is sick. And I can't do anything to help her. And I hate feeling helpless."

Only after Steph puts her walls back up, does he gesture to Mimi's files.

The Spanish:

"Oh, ándale, gùero."

Ándale is like, go! Or let's go! Gùero we discussed earlier...basically white boy.

Por favor - please 

Rosa's art that we first saw in 2x05 now looks finished:

Isobel's graffiti "In Pod We Trust"

Both Isobel and Rosa's graffiti:

Isobel's assessment of Rosa's art

"That's a black hole. An unstoppable force of destruction. And it's getting closer. I see a girl looking into her own doom. She thinks it's inevitable, that she can't stop it, but she can. See, she created it. That means she can destroy it."

Rosa on Isobel's efforts to help her:

"You and Max, you keep talking about harnessing emotion and grounding myself, right? But I can't do that.  It is in my DNA to be screwed up. Literally. My mom's mentally ill. So, so am I. I was broken long before Noah did what he did. That's why he chose me to prey on.  That's probably why he chose you too."

Maria on her grandmother:

"When I was a child my Grandma Patty was the only adult who understood my make-believe world. Thing is, I was six.  So my favorite things about her were just illness, I guess…"

Maria on her mom:

"She was always kind of out there.  By the time I realized it was more than that, I just became obsessed with money. Wanted to be able to take care of her. I invested everything Grandma Patty left me, and I worked, scrounged.  It was about three days after my mom was finally fired from her job at the Pony, I bought the place."

Maria's blood does not contain the alien protein that Kyle found in the Pod Squad and Rosa after being in the Pod for a decade. (and yes, he actually said Pod Squad, which feels like an OG fandom victory)

"Look, there is one thing I noticed in your grandmother's file. Her insurance company is the same one that paid for my dad's cancer treatments...My dad got cancer because of an alien incident at Caulfield Prison. A fake insurance company established by Project Shepherd covered his bills."

"Okay so my grandmother got sick at the same alien prison where your mother died?"

More Spanish (there's lots of it this week).

Helena, when she gestures to the present:

"Abre tu regalo."

Open your gift.

Quinces is just slang for Quinceanera.

Just in case you're not familiar with quinceaneras (Liz's was also referenced in 1x02).

"Mija, me enseñas tus prom photos?"

Daughter, show me your prom photos.

Regarding the power outage.  Liz thought it was Max. Max thought it was Rosa. But the wire is frayed, like it was cut or chewed through. So it wasn't alien power related.  When Arturo finds the wire though, he says, "Must have been a little mouse." Which is how he referred to Rosa earlier in the episode. So the question is, does he actually think it was a mouse? Or does he think Rosa cut the wire? And if Rosa did cut the wire, then why? To distract them while she goes after her mom's car?

In the big Liz/Helena argument, Helena calls Max “a güerito cop”.  Güero means white person, similar to the more commonly used gringo.  But by adding the “ito” onto the end (like discussed before), Helena is basically diminuitizing Max.  She’s using the “smallness” above to basically imply that he’s some white nobody.

“I may not be the PTA mom who made cookies for bake sales or hosted sleepovers, but I sacrificed everything to come to this country to give you a better life.”

This is...not actually true.  Liz and Rosa are both natural born U.S. citizens, born in Roswell.  So she didn’t “come to this country” for that reason. She was already here when Liz and Rosa came into the picture.  And it’s not like she came pregnant with Rosa or anything, since Rosa is Jim Valenti’s daughter.

The ring that Helena took was ARTURO'S mother's ring.  It wasn't even Helena's family's heirloom.   

Liz and Arturo sharing flan for dessert.  At the start of the episode before Helena arrived they discussed making flan for Rosa.

Arturo admits that he always knew the truth about Rosa's heritage. (*fistpump* that's one of my headcanons coming true). 

"Rosa es mi hija, siempre y para toda la vida."

Rosa is my daughter, always and for life.

"Maybe you're right. I am playing the hero. Just like you're playing the politician's perfect arm candy.  See, I did a little digging. And your boyfriend, Dirk-- he ran for city council. It's very impressive. But there's no mention of your daughters. I'm guessing Dirk doesn't even know about Liz or Rosa.  Does he know anything about you, Helena? 'Cause it would be such a shame if he found out about a little town called Roswell."

Helena gives Max the ring, but keeps the box… maybe that's what Helena really wanted?

Huevos = eggs.  Basically, slang for balls.

"I know that face.  You uncovered a massive conspiracy."

"I checked the Caulfield drives. No sign of a Patricia DeLuca, but there was a Patricia Harris. Her maiden name. She signed up to participate in an experimental trial. Government was interested in weaponizing alien abilities. They wanted to create super soldiers. Your grandma was one of the first human subjects."

"Kind of wish I was an alien instead."

"What happened to the experiment?"

"It was a total failure. Caulfield shut it down in the '70s after people started dying. I don't understand how your grandmother got involved."

"I do. Henrietta Lacks, Tuskegee, Holmesburg.  The DeLucas aren't the first black people to be secretly experimented on."

Highly encourage you to read these if you're unfamiliar with any of these references.  It's African-American history (and really a black mark on U.S. history) that's rarely taught in schools.

Henrietta Lacks:

Tuskegee:

Holmesburg:

Reality versus Maria's flashes… great gifset by @rosaortecho on this here:

Kyle rips his jacket, staggers out to the parking lot, drops his keys, and is almost hit by a car, but Michael throws him out of the way with his powers (and Kyle still ends up injured because he lands on a glass bottle).

"Now that we know your illness is related to Caulfield we can find a cure for it."

"Maybe it's not an illness. I saw the future today, Guerin. When I first found out Grandma Patty was experimented on, I was furious.  But what if my genetic inheritance isn't just injustice? It's also actual superpowers. Saved a life today. And not just any life-- Kyle Valenti's. Tomorrow he's gonna turn around and save five more lives."

Liz and Rosa's dueling big sister act is super fascinating.  Rosa admits that she wasn't going to burn the car, and then she saw Liz crying, felt helpless, and that's when her powers went all wacky and caused it to explode.

Meanwhile, Liz has spent the whole episode trying to keep Rosa safe from Helena, and is trying to comfort her here by talking about Helena's sobriety.

But--Rosa stole Helena's pills, so she knows Helena is not sober, and she doesn't tell Liz that.  Why? To protect her.

At some point these two should probably stop keeping secrets to protect each other and start actually sharing what they know.

Kyle stitches himself up.

Steph quoted in this scene:

"I was up in the gallery contemplating American downfall thanks to progressive socialism."

"People tend to bail when things get real. I'm not into that."

Cameron's car was impounded a couple hours away.

Max is turning in his badge and gun and is turning down desk duty to search for Cam.

Isobel and Michael's discussion at the Pony:

"Do you think that Noah chose me because I was already broken?"

"I think you are the only one of us who ever keeps it together."

"I'm serious, Michael. The night that drifter attacked me, why am I the only one who started blacking out? I mean, Max literally murdered a man, but I'm the one who breaks?"

"You were traumatized. We were kids. At that age, trauma gets etched on to your soul."

"But what if it's not in my soul? What if it's in my DNA? Look, my whole life, I've played Stepford wife, because I thought that's what I was supposed to do. But...I need to understand myself now. I need to know where I'm from.  And if I don't know who my biological parents are, how am I ever gonna know who I really am?" 

"What are you saying, Iz?"

"I know that we said we shouldn't look into the past, but…"

"It keeps pulling you back. Me too. I spent my whole life thinking I'd build a ship and blast off into the ether. And then the minute I decide to leave that all behind and focus on this good thing in front of me, I'm sucked back in. Maria's family was experimented on at Caulfield. I need to find out more so I can find a cure for her illness."

Rosa takes one of her mom's pills. 😭

MUSIC:

1. Cactus Groove "This World"

2. Shelly Fairchild "Drive"

3. Mathis Hunter "Mrs. Vinegar"

4. Big Stone City "Good For Zero"

5. Big Stone City "Way Down Below"

6. Selena "Bidi Bidi Bom Bom"

7. Elizabeth Moen "Best I Can Do"

8. Wagons "Keep Coming Back"

9. AG "Where Is My Mind" (Pixies Cover)

[odissey061]

Motonari's route

Chapter(s) posted:

1. This freak won't have me

2. Kick him in the teeth

Please, teach me a better way to create link because I can't do it by myself

Chapter 3: This trick never worked at human's memory

Tag: @towa-no-yume @r-f-a-journalists

When I open my eyes the first thing I feel is an acute headache: the hands run through the hair until I discover a bump. I press it to see if I feel the pain and then I whimper like a baby: it hurts a lot. Why I'm so stupid? I take a look around me and I notice I'm in a cold and empty cell. The room is surrounded by three wooden walls and before me there's an iron grille. Here and there on the floor against the wall there are spooky chains that make me chill and smile nervously. At this moment I heard the rolling waves and I understand I'm on a ship.

Where I am? How many time has passed since my kidnap? I must return to the Oda right now! A lot of hours passed since I left Azuchi castle: I told to Hideyoshi I'd come back after lunch, so probably they have already noticed my absence.

I try open the door but, obviously, is locked and I look around to find something to force the look, but the room is empty, except the chain on the wall. Then I took a clip from my hair and, holding it tight in the hand, I pray:"At human memory this trick never worked, but, please, if there's even the littlest chance, make it happens". Great, now I pray to objects like they were gods!

I plug the clasp in the door lock but, as I expected, it doesn't work. Pushed by despair, I retry again and again, but after a large number of failed attempts and swears, finally I give up and I lean my back on the wall. A man appears in front of me: he's very tall and his body is made by tons of muscles, his eyes shining with malice. With a look I understand this man is a brute and he doesn't hesitate to use violence and if I had to fight against him, I'd probably die. "Who are you and why I'm here?" I demand, but he laughs dryly:"I'm the one who makes the questions here, little girl" and he opens the door. As he spoke, I recognize him as the man who kidnapped me. He enters in the cell and leaves open the door. I try to gain more time:"I understand why you kidnapped me: I'm very close to the Oda commanders and your boss wants information about them", Well, at least you are not stupid, that makes easier my work. So little girl, talk about your friends" he comments. "The problem is exactly about this: you see, I'm only their maid and I don't know anything about their future moves, so keep me here is useless" I lie and I walk towards the door. But the man grabs my hair, making me moan for the pain and yells at me:"You think I'm so stupid to believe you? I'm not a fool! In Azuchi people say Nobunaga brought you to battle on his horse  His voice becomes lower, still being threatening:"If you don't tell me spontaneously all you know about them, I'll make you confess with the bad manners". And when he shows a bag full of torture instruments and I'm terrified. I don't know very much about torture, but I can imagine how much they'd hurt my body. I want to scream for help, but I know nobody will save me. My face gets paler. I know already how this will finish: this man will torture me until I speak, but I don't know anything, so he'll kill me for nothing. I'll die for anything!!

"I'm not his lover: I'm his maid and I have been staying in Azuchi for a few days. I don't know anything about them and if I knew something, I surely won't talk to you" I repeat using a quiet voice to not make him angrier. "Bad answer" he smiles sadistically, almost happy about my resistance and slaps me so violently to turn my head. "Try again, little girl, but the next time I won't so merciful".

"And if I don't confess what are you going to?" I bravely provoke him. The Oda forces helped me a lot and I won't betray them for my own safety. "I'll break all of your bones and if you won't talk, then I'll cut the tendons of your hands and your feet. If you still won't confess I'll remove your eyes, then I'll tear your ears and finally I'll cut your tongue" his threats scare me a lot, but I won't give up my loyalty. He takes from the bag a strange object and he places it near to my nails.

No no no no. Please, somebody help me!

I close the eyes too scared to watch, but at that moment I hear a new voice:"Yoshitoko, what are you doing here? I'm sure the captain hasn't told you to torture this girl since he is out to collect information with a few men. So I wonder: whose order are you following?". I open my eyes and I see a young man who's throwing diggers with the glare at the man in front of me. The newcomer is younger than this man, but somehow the eldest has to obey him. "The captain is still a child, quartermaster: if all of us wait for his command, we'd have alredy died. He doesn't know what to do and he's not able to keep the promise he made" he growls, "He's the captain, not you: he knows what's the best for us better than you. You are only able to hurt people and torture them, for this reason you won't be a captain. Now leave, Yoshitoko" The man speaks with a rough voice and I can feel the subtle threat he silently implies. I except a Yoshitoko's reaction, but he obeys whispering something.

Left alone, the young man is more relaxed walks towards me and I step back, so he reassures me:"I don't want to hurt you. I want to check your wound". I let him check my arm. I groan for the pain when he tries to move it. He looks more friendly than his colleague, so I try to ask:"Can you tell me who are you and how many days passed since my kidnap? Will you torture me again to seek information I don't have?". He sighs: "The arm is broken, now I call a doctor so he can help you better. Now you are on a pirate ship and you were kidnapped by Yoshitoko yesterday, following captain's order. Now the captain is away, but in a short time he'll be back and will decide what to do about you". "Earlier I said the truth: I don't know anything about Nobunaga's future plans. Keep me here he's useless" I whisper, "Even if you don't know anything you'll probably stay here as a political hostage to be used against your friends" the man explains my situation. The sadness overwhelms me to the thought I'll be used against my friends: I can't do this to them. "But as I told you is the captain to decide, so he could even release you" he tries to reassure me, but I have no illusions: if I were in his position I'll do the same. I even realize probably I won't be able to go back to my time. No way this will happen! The man says they wait for their captain, so it means the ship is still in the port: that makes my escape more easily. The man is inside the cell and the grill is open: all I have to do is run and don't be caught. But the pirate in front of me is still vigil even if he's more relaxed, surely is ready to catch me and even I'd beat him he'll give the alarm. No, escape at this moment is too risky but if I don't do it right now later would be impossible.

The only thing I can do is talk with the captain: I'm even ready to beg for my release, it's necessary. "The captain will be here in a few hours, so be more patient" he ends the conversation. "What kind of man is your captain?" I wonder, "The captain? Is an edgy man. He treats with respect his subordinates, but he doesn't trust anyone except me on this ship. Is the type of person who can be your friend but he stabs you in the back some minutes after" he responds. So he's a bastard and the possibilities he'd let me go are very low.

* * *

It's almost evening and Hideyoshi is worried: y/n told him this morning she'd have gone in the city until lunchtime, but she didn't come back. He asked around but nobody was able to tell him where y/n was. He alerted Nobunaga who decided to hold a war council to find her. Hideyoshi expresses all of his worry and Mitsunari takes word with a stern look on his face:"I'm quite worried as well, Lord Hideyoshi. We should look after her". 

"Maybe she escaped after she went to war, after all, was her first time on a battlefield. I won't be surprised" Mitsuhide suggests with his cunning tone, but a more careful eye can see a glimpse of worry. In the past days, he went to some places with a very horrible reputation and in a red light district and he noticed a lot of Portuguese men who acted too much secretive for being simply merchant. They were really cautious: they gazed around before speaking with someone and once Mitsuhide risked revealing his true identity. Just today he succeeded to talk with a man after days of failures, but what he discovered was suspicious arms traffic. He didn't discover anything about y/n's missing. And the possibilities she's been kidnapped are not low. "My lucky charm is not a coward, Mitsuhide: she proved it during the war"       

Nobunaga scolds him, "Then I suppose we should look after her" snorts Ieyasu. "As if you hadn't done it before, before" teases Mitsuhide: Ieyasu's contrarian reactions are always a delight for him.

"Lord Ieyasu is always so kind" Mitsunari praises him. Ieyasu scolds him:"I told you I wasn't searchi-", "Enough! Each of you will send your own scouts in the city to collect information" Nobunaga stops the discussion. Once the council ends, all the warlord obey to Nobunaga orders, sending men in the city and its surroundings with the order to search for y/n and arrest everyone look suspicious. But as time passes, nobody finds y/n.