#but tagging it just to be safe!

[purpleqilinwrites]

the whore-son.

a/n: if soushirou is my baby girl, souichirou is my chew toy!!! i have a fairly complicated relationship with the hoshina brothers, as you can see hahaha.

fandom: kaiju no. 8

character: hoshina souichirou

genre: angst

info: high fantasy au; souichirou is a crown prince; you are a military commander

warnings: social and relational inequality; omegaverse anatomy (sharp teeth, all genders capable of causing and giving birth)

synopsis: crown prince souichirou finally bared his teeth in the face of you, who has been a thorn in his flesh.

word count: 1.1k

Hoshina Souichirou

The crown prince's face retained that small, placid smile. You were certain he's perfected it over all the years he was required to play the part of the emperor's docile successor. He had to. Someone like him had no place in the court if he wasn't an important man's possession.

Prince Souichirou adorned himself with that mask of a smile in front of you, even in his private bedchambers where it was only him and only you. Something inside you couldn't help but thrill at the display. He might as well have thrown himself over the richly embroidered carpet – a war trophy. One of the many your father had won for the emperor when he retook the cities along the quarrelsome northern border. This one in particular had been part of a dowry to the lord of the northernmost city when she took a wife from a tribe who lived in the tundras beyond the reach of the empire. – beneath your feet and bared his belly to you.

You gleefully took note of how the cushioned armrest where his right hand lay was creased from the dig of his fingernails into the plush material of it. Firelight reflected a fiery orange-gold off the signet ring's proud though ill-deserved roost on his index finger, and you were reminded again of your predicament.

"No matter what your opinion, I am still your prince—" You scoffed, making no attempt to hide your scorn. He continued to speak despite your interruption, but your ears were keen enough to pick up the barely discernible waver in his voice. "—and I trust you will do good in remembering that, retainer."

"'Retainer'?" A mock elation coloured your tone. It wasn't the privilege it ought to be, to be styled as retainer by the crown prince. "I would have Prince Soushirou for my lord, and no one else."

If it had been Prince Soushirou, there would have been a never-ending line of people waiting for their name to be called so that they might enter his service. Alas, Prince Soushirou was ordained as high priest by the emperor upon coming into adulthood and could no longer maintain a personal faction of retainers. Your blood began to heat at the thought. The emperor was intentionally excluding his one legitimate son from the line of succession to the throne.

"Soushirou will never marry, not when he has accepted a holy undertaking. I advise you to cut your losses and—"

You bristled, speaking through gritted teeth. "Keep his good name out of that mouth, prince. And don't presume that you may give me advice for the taking."

The goblet of hammered silver on the side table looked extremely enticing all of a sudden. Your hand absolutely itched to swat at it and empty its contents of mulled wine over the crown prince's floor, but you refrained. The wine would stain the lovely white fox pelt where the whore-son prince was resting his feet. You received an extremely generous boon from the emperor when you begrudgingly offered yourself as a suitor in the summers prior, subsequently bringing the crown prince that fox pelt as a courtship gift. The crown prince's insistence on keeping the pelt in one of the most visible spots in his chambers surely was his method of reminding you what you have cost his father.

If not for Prince Soushirou's pleading, you wouldn't have bothered to go out in that godforsaken bollocks-freezing winter to hunt for it. It took you no time at all and your hunting party was scarcely inconvenienced, but your distaste for cold weather was a known fact.

The crown prince gave a tired exhale. You paid him no mind. This conversation was far more taxing for you than it was for him. You undertook an arduous journey through the mountain passes teeming with bandits and lowlifes to come to the capital province on his account and by the emperor's petition. What's worse was that upon your arrival at the crown prince's primary residence, your outermost coat was taken before you were immediately ushered up many flights of stairs to have an audience with him. "I will make you a gracious and biddable husband. That is my promise to you. I will do everything in my power—"

"Hardly any of it, is there? Don't make me laugh, prince," you said, coming as close as you could to spitting without performing the act. "What power you have is entirely dependent on if I'll permit you to access mine."

Prince Souichirou's mask began to crack. The cushioned armrest beneath his signet ring-bearing right hand ripped at the points where his fingernails cut into the fabric, chafed by the many occasions on which you have appeared to him and been a persistent thorn in his flesh.

You stifled the smile that threatened to split your face in half, barely.

"If you so require it, I will birth you an heir for your house. A proud, robust son," he said, choking on his words. It was impossible for you to keep your lips pressed shut, a derisive laugh trickling out despite yourself. You watched his nostrils flare as the sound echoed about his chambers, his upper lip beginning to pull back to reveal his sharp teeth that proved the emperor's parentage.

What pride could a whore-son possibly be in possession of that being the child-bearing partner would be a source of humiliation? Unlike him, your blood was pure and you were unmistakably born of the noblest pedigree. It would be an even higher honour for him to give you an heir than it was to be his father's son. You, if you allowed Prince Souichirou to become full with your child, would be utterly debased in the eyes of your house and of the court and of the people.

There would never be enough wars to end that you might regain some fragment of your present dignity across multiple lifetimes after the fact. Even if you managed the miraculous feat of forging treaties of peace with the ungovernable tribes of the north and the war-mongering nations to the west and to the south and the unknowable peoples scattered across the seas to the east, your good name would forever be sullied beyond salvation by having known the whore-son prince. The crown prince he might be, but he was entirely beneath the privilege of being known by you, let alone bearing a child to add to your house.

In the face of the imperfect, shattered mask of Prince Souichirou, you laughed and you laughed and you laughed.

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(Inspired by @keroascrazy)

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Bonus:

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CW DEATH, DEAD BODY, STRANGULATION, BLOOD, IMPLIED SELF-HARM (in case my tags aren't enough!!!! stay safe)

(Above you, you hear Loop trying to take a breath.)

[meggalice]

I’d like to think Cait checked up on Vi while she was recovering.

[solymn]

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[buggachat]

honestly what I love about miraculous and what I think a lot of people seem to hate about it is that the show is completely character-driven. it absolutely follows the rule of "would" rather than "should". episodes and plot lines and everything make so much sense and are so easy and engaging to follow when you understand that everything happening is because that's what the characters would do. things like: marinette would lie to protect someone's feelings, chloe would need more than just being queen bee to change her, adrien would forgive someone and try to see the best in someone who has shown him nothing but red flags. these aren't things they should do, it's just what they would. they don't change their behavior to tie up every loose end, they aren't vessels to give the audience moral lessons, their interpersonal conflicts are sometimes never addressed head-on and instead remain as a constant noise in the background of their relationship, they are all so stubborn and complicated. the plot bends to them, not the other way around. i see all the time people complaining about how the show is so bad/a failure but in the same breath say that they love the characters, as if the show's primarily goal is not to create and facilitate those same compelling characters that you love and let you watch as the story unfurls around them.

i mean, it's completely fine if you hate it. it's fine if you'd prefer every loose end to be tied, if you prefer the plot and story to take center stage, if you don't like it when a plotline seems to be forming but the characters decide against it, etc. it's a narrative choice, and not a "good" or a "bad" choice, just a choice. we all have our preferences. but your hatred of it is not any more "objective" than someone else's love for it. sometimes being a character-driven-story lover is difficult when online media criticism seems to always see it as a bug and not a feature.

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(I know Elliott is a writer but this is just more of a dramatic title)

[acelacealex]

I'm going to say it again

Cis Heteromantic Asexuals are Queer.

Cis Aromantic Heterosexuals are Queer.

If you are Ace or Aro you do not need another signifier to be Queer full stop.