#Because I love Maki's movement in the anime and wanted a bit weapon I too could swing with my whole body

[kakusu-shipping]

Wait actually while we're talking about Koro-Sensei's self inserts I wanna take a moment to go back to one of my favorite Koro-Sensei and I co-op S/Is that I've been thinking about recently for Someone I Think is Cool is putting the media on my Dashboard reasons; Soul Eater.

I only ever really watched the anime like maybe two times and neither was recent, but I always thought it was weird how BIG the Meister Academy was, and yet we only actively met like. Two teachers? One of whom was the Headmaster. So Koro-Sensei and I decided to fill in some Teacher Rolls!

He's the Weapon (a combat knife) and I'm the Meister, and we both have very unique (probably non-canon complaint) quirks. I'm a Meister who eats souls like a Weapon, he's a Weapon and a Witch's soul fused together, which has a lot of strange effects, one of which giving him the ability to split into multiple weapons at once, up to 8 to be exact, though they get a little weaker the more he is at a time.

Also, because he's a witch, there's a rumor that taking his soul would count to the Witch's soul required for graduation. Because of this, many of the students have tried their hand at killing him. Of course they've all failed so far. He thinks it's fun and welcomes the challenge, so long as no one disturbs classes to take a swing at him.

My S/I is not very expressive and usually has his eyes covered. Apparently a lot of the kids find him creepy due to how rarely he talks and the way he just stares off into space. Truthfully, he's just kind of a space cadet, he's trailed off in thought in the middle of his lectures multiple times. His natural smile is a very rare sight, and incredibly freaky.

Mostly the two of them exist because Koro and I both like the world of Soul Eater, but weren't interested enough in anyone to build off of them for S/Is... So we built off eachother!

[promptistrashqueen]

Sunshine from a Stranger II

It’s almost frightening to be so…safe. Prompto is comfortable and warm, walls around him and a door that he has both keycards to between him and anyone else. The room must have been built with omegas in mind since there are no windows and the bed is set into a bit of a recess, creating a comfortably defensive position.  

Or maybe Prompto thought to himself as he snuggled further into the soft duvet, it’s just a normal room and Gralea has made you a little paranoid. He almost snorts out loud at himself for being so ridiculous and buries himself a little further in the warmth of the blankets. He catches a low sound through the wall behind him, Gladio’s voice most likely, and bites his lip.  

He doesn’t want to be a burden on them not since they got him out and they’ve been so very…tame, downright kind if not a little suspicious. Noct had given him plenty of hints that he was welcome to come with them the entire way, however far it was, but he wasn’t sure if he should. On one hand he didn’t want to irritate them or get in the way and he wanted to find Aranea, on the other though he didn’t know anything about the geography or even where Insomnia actually was and with other, potentially more dangerous alpha’s around he’d be better protected with the group.

Prompto guesses he might be better off just asking Noct how far they have left before he makes any kind of choice.  

For now though he’s just going to do what he can to rest.

When he wakes, Prompto is sweaty and his body is sore in the lower part of his abdomen, an ache settled between his hips and in his lower back. He groans and rolls over in the soft bed, hands pressing to his lower belly as he takes a moment to breath. It’s not the worst pain but it is an unpleasant feeling that he’s sure will linger with him throughout the next few days.  

It’s only when his feet hit the floor and heat radiates up that he remembers, he’s out of suppressant and in the company of alphas. Fear freezes him in place, half-risen from the bed, his heartbeat pounds in his ears and his breath catches. It’s over quickly, the cold rationale that has gotten him through so much swoops in like a second, alien conscious and he re-evaluates things.  

None of the alphas have done anything to make him uncomfortable, careful to keep their distances, they come from a different culture and seem to adhere to their own rules about omegas. Prompto’s scent is wrong after all the things that were done to him and he’s not delusional, he knows that the three men travelling with him are gorgeous whilst he is merely passable. He will simply tell them he is facing his impeding heat and they should continue on without him. He’ll find a way to either stay at the hotel alone or get some supplies and go to a campsite that Gladio had mentioned.  

Prompto showers away the sweat and changes slowly, pulling on the softest pair of pants that Iggy bought him and a long shirt that is made of soft clinging fabric. He looks at himself in the mirror and sighs, he looks better rested than usual but there’s a tightness around his eyes he can’t will away even with breathing exercises and he resigns himself to it. He stands before the door, steadies himself and pulls it open.

Iggy is standing in the hallway with an armful of canned-something, deftly juggling it to pull his access card out. Prompto is relieved that it might save him the step of knocking at least and clears his throat softly. Iggy hears it and turns, startling Prompto as the boxes vanish in a burst of blue light and a blade appears instead. The movement is as instinctual as Prompto’s response as he drops in a twist and brings a leg sweeping upward. The hilt catches his ankle and he can feel the bruise it will cause but it’s not enough to stop his movement. The crash is loud when Iggy hits the ground and Prompto falls beside him, hands frantically checking over the other man as he apologizes immediately.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to surprise you and I-uh, shit, are you okay?”

The door is open now but Prompto doesn’t look up, his focus on the alpha he’d lain out. Iggy sits up, adjusting his glasses and frowning a bit at the scuff on the right lens before his gaze finds Prompto who backs up immediately and raises his hands.

“It’s alright, I should not have summoned my weapon. It was a…overreaction on both parts. I’m not hurt Prompto, you were fast enough to knock me down but when I raised the defensive it softened the hit. Your ankle needs attention however.”

Iggy nods to his foot and Prompto winces and curls inward a bit, the discoloration has already started and he’s doing a good job of ignoring the throb until Iggy points it out. Still he shakes his head and forces himself to his feet.

“It’s fine, just a bruise. Anyways, I was just going to let you guys know,” He glances at the open door where Noct is leaning, concern on his features and Gladio’s larger form shadowing him, “that I think it might be good to part here, if you want me to pay you back for the room I can find work today and hopefully make enough but I’m going to be in the way and you seem like you need to get that info back and I uh-“

“You’re in heat.”

Noct’s voice cuts off the stream of words and Prompto chokes a little at the dry declaration. There’s no heat, or at least not the kind Prompto’s used to, in Noct’s eyes. Instead the alpha looks upset and when Prompto glances at Iggy, frozen in his motion of dusting himself off, he sees the same emotion there. Gladio’s voice cuts through the thick silence.

“We’re not gonna leave you right now. What do you need?”

Prompto stays silent. Need. What does he need? Heats have always been times of fear, carefully suppressed and hidden. Normally he locks himself behind the thickest walls he can manage and does what he can about the feelings that eat him in a wave of hazy hormones and heat. It’s never been about what he actually feels like he needs.

“I-I don’t…”

“Apologies. I would imagine, based on what we saw and learned in Gralea, that you have not had many pleasant experiences with your biologic needs. We might be alpha’s but we are not going to savage you Prompto and you need not fear us.”

Prompto doesn’t know how to answer that so he stays quiet. He expects them all to be at an impasse so it surprises him when Noct moves, stepping forward and touching his shoulder lightly.

“You’re stuck with us dude, might as well learn to tell us when somethings wrong.”

Looking into eyes like a storm Prompto almost believes all the stories he’s heard about the paradise that Insomnia is, almost.

“I need space.”

He blurts it out and Noct steps back in an instant and Iggy sighs. Gladio opens the door wider and tells him, “We’ll give it to you, but first we need to talk about how this is all gonna work. Having an Omega around is new to us to ya know.”

Prompto doesn’t want to go into the room but looking at them all he decides to trust them further, no one forces him to step forward, it’s his choice, and that’s the most valuable thing they could have given him.  

There’s a soft hum from somewhere to the left and Prompto turns over to look at Noct who is staring at his phone. Prompto smiles a little at the alpha’s concentration on his game and cuddles further into the small pillow mound he’s acquired. The soft give feels good under his sore limbs and the heated pad around his hips soothes the usual pains. He is concerned though, it’s been a long time since he let a heat simply happen.

Iggy had said it wasn’t healthy to suppress them so much and made arrangements for them to stay for some more time at the hotel. Prompto was still learning things about himself as he pressed his forehead to Noct’s shoulder and breathed out slowly.

At first he’d been certain that alpha’s nearby would send him into panic mode but when they’d moved to leave him alone he’d felt suddenly bereft.

Noct had agreed to stay with him while Gladio and Iggy went to look for natural ingredients since Iggy had an apparent love of cooking. Prompto found the warmth of another and the comfort of an alpha’s scent soothed his nerves. He’d been nervous that Noct might want to try something and afraid of his own neediness, but then…nothing.

Now, with the height of his heat impending, Prompto’s concern tugs at him but he’s too comfortable to care much and Noct is invested fully in King’s Castles or whatever.  

His last full heat had left him a writhing, begging mess railing against the door he was barred behind in search of an alpha. There is none of that desperation left as he reaches for his water and takes a careful sip, wary of spills.

“Noct…how do you do it?”

“Do what Prompto?” The answer is distracted as Noct mashes his thumbs against his phone screen, but Prompto’s not exactly…socially adept.

“Stay away from me?”

“I’m literally touching you dude.”

Prompto bites at his lip, because it’s not how he meant it but Noct and the others are defying everything he thought he knew about the different expressions of gender.

“Yeah, but you’re not trying to fuck me?”

It’s impersonal and plain, the way he says it; a fact of life that’s been turned on its head. Noct doesn’t think so apparently because he sputters and turns to Prompto with wide eyes.

“I-uh-okay…um, it’s just the heat buddy, you don’t actually want me to-you know- you.”

Prompto’s brows pull together, “What?”

“Iggy says that sometimes hormone changes make us get cloudy. Our ancestors used to be like animals but it has gotten better, or something. I can go get him-“

Noct starts to get up but Prompto catches his arm, “Noct. I don’t want us to have sex. I was asking how you were restraining yourself. Alpha’s don’t. They just…take.”

There’s another one of those moments, like when it was just the two of them standing in Zegnatus, the anger and hurt in Noct’s eyes. Now it’s worse though, Prompto’s getting attached to him the longer they spend together. He sits up fully, hands spread in front of him as he tries to appease Noct but the words aren’t making much sense.

“Take…Prompto how do you stand it?”

There’s a bitter edge to the alpha’s voice and his scent is stronger, the berries and snow flavor turning sour on the back of Prompto’s tongue as his distress colors it. It’s Prompto’s turn to look confused and Noct takes a deep breath, his scent fading quickly and he shakes his head, laughing a little, it’s not a happy sound.

“Sorry, I know this is all really weird for you too…”

Prompto lays back down, frowning a little. Things must be much different in Insomnia then and he thinks he probably has a lot to learn but with the warmth of Noct’s weight beside him he doesn’t let it trouble him too much.

“Sorry buddy.” He yawns out, too tired as another hot shoot of pain runs through him, to continue talking about things he’d rather forget.

The city is beautiful, clustered together in the heat the buildings seem to waver before Prompto’s eyes and he stares in awe as they park, standing in his seat as the walls of the outlook rise behind their parking space. The alphas don’t try to stop him but he hears Iggy’s sigh and suppresses a smile. Three days in his heat had given him a clearer picture of each of his companions and he found Iggy’s tendency to boss the others around amusing.  

Noct and him were probably not the best for the other’s health, since they both seemed to take joy in stressing Iggy out. Regardless, Prompto was too fascinated by the buildings nestled against the mountains to be concerned with anything else.

“It’s awesome!”

Gladio chuckles and Noct snorts, “Yeah, awesome and too hot.”

Gladio grins at him when Prompto turns, sliding back down in his seat since they’ve stopped, “The ladies here are worth it though.”

“If you’re quite done. I’d like to get lunch over with quickly. The K…Noct’s father is expecting us back just after sunset.” Iggy’s voice is dry and certain but Prompto notices the way he stumbles for a moment and frowns a little, it’s not the first time he feels like he’s missing something.

“Alright, jeez. Let me just grab something.” Noct throws himself out of the car, looking exactly as lazy in motion as at rest and opens the trunk. He rummages around for a bit and comes up with a hat pulled lower than Prompto usually sees them and reflective sunglasses on.

“Uh…Noct?”

Prompto’s not sure why he feels the need to ask, he’s still running on the idea that he should just let them do whatever they feel like, but it is a little weird.

“So, I was thinking kabobs for lunch!” Gladio’s voice cuts through any response Noct might have made and they are swept toward the town with Iggy hurrying them along. They get a few long looks and some of the women, dressed in tiny shorts and tanks with odd ballooning pant-suit things, make to approach them. Noct turns and leads Prompto to a small food stall off to the side and Gladio pauses to talk to the women. It all seems…weird.

“Noct…what’s going on?” The alpha’s face twists like he doesn’t want to answer and Prompto realizes immediately.

It’s obvious, they can’t have anyone look to close. They’re a group of Insomnia alphas with a single Nif omega, carrying hostile information and Prompto’s probably a liability in that. They have to hide more because one stray scent on the breeze can tell anyone who knows anything where he’s come from.  

“I’m sorry.” He blurts, over whatever Noct might have been about to say, ignoring the frown he gets in response and focusing on the food. It smells amazing and it’s easy to let that distract him, “What’re you getting bud?”

Prompto’s surprise at learning that the uncomfortably warm city was only a small town called Lestallum was short lived, though it did make him wonder how large Insomnia was. Gralea hadn’t been small but it was not a large area, mostly built up with a small civilian population kept under control by the MT units in the streets.  

He gets his answer quickly enough when they crest a small hill that allows him to see what Iggy assures him is only a small part of the walled city. It’s huge. Prompto believes that it is only part though, because he can see the rise of taller buildings further on, all leading to one massive shape that Noct points out as the citadel and “it’s in the center”. He hopes he never has to go there because just seeing it from this distance is intimidating.

They pass through the wall with a brief stop, much shorter than any other cars Prompto can see waiting for clearance at various kiosks. The guard barely steps up to the driver’s side before he’s backing away and waving them through and Iggy puts the top up as they pull forward.  

Buildings tower over them as they come closer to the heart of the city and Prompto wishes again for some way to capture the images passing him by. Blue sky, houses slowly growing into more business oriented streets until finally there are smooth glass structures and marble walls around them. The area around the Citadel, terrifyingly large like Zegnatus but not, is clear. A lovely green ring of park with fountains and beyond the gates a set of great steps leading upward. Prompto wonders what the inside is like for a moment before he jolts in his seat.

“Wha-“ They are pulling up the gate and Iggy is handing something out the car window and then.

“Welcome home Lord Scientia. His Majesty is waiting for you in the Sang Room.”

“Guys, seriously…what are you doing?” Prompto’s voice squeezes and he thinks frantically maybe he’s about to be part of something he doesn’t want, because there’s no way that Iggy is a lord and ohgodthey’regoingtokillsomeoneandI’mhereandohgodohgodohgod-

“Prompto, dude, chill. Sorry we didn’t say anything, we have to be incognito when we go on these kinds of trips.” Noct’s voice cuts through and Prompto turns to him.

“So Iggy’s really…?”

“Ignis Scientia, Lord of the Angel Isle, advisor to the Crown Prince. I’m Gladiolus Amicitia, the Prince’s shield, future Lord of Duscae.”

Prompto blinks, the world refocusing around the men in the front seat. They’re so protective of one another because they’re important and Prompto feels smaller still, unsure of why they’ve kept him around except that Noct wanted him there. Noct who they’ve deferred to in so many things while still treating him like a child.

“Noct, c’mon, buddy your turn. These two have been listening to you this whole time, what’re you, duke of Insomnia?”

Noct shifts to look at him and Prompto notes briefly that they have stopped in some underground parking space. The thought is there and gone again as he meets soft blue eyes and then there’s blue light crackling between them and the eyes go a bit violet. Noct is holding a crown in his hands, thumbs caressing the black stone under his hands and Prompto swallows hard.

“Crown Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum CXIV.”