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Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum Characters: Prompto Argentum, Noctis Lucis Caelum Additional Tags: Sexting, Trans!Prompto, Trans Male Character, Mild Language, Mutual Masturbation, sort of, this ends in blue balls, I'm Sorry Series: Part 3 of Desidero Summary:

Sexting isn't quite as good as the real thing — but Prompto will take it.

For day 6 of @promptisfanweek, ‘desperation’.

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My Body in Your Keeping | a Promptis fic

Part 5 of Desidero | 2.9k | trans!Prompto

(Eventually NSFW)

Prompto and Noctis finally get the chance to spend the night alone together before the party’s departure for Altissia.

Chapter 1 of 2

The window is open a little; outside, an owl gives a piercing cry that cuts through the night. Prompto finds himself listening, really listening, and he can hear the swaying rhythm of the tide far below the cliff. Above that, closer, he can hear Noct’s breathing — shallow, like his own.

He nestles his chin into the crook of Noct’s neck. Turns his head, pressing a kiss against the cool skin of his throat. The bed creaks just slightly as Noct shifts to give him a better angle.

Noct’s hand finds his, twining their fingers together. He’s trembling — but no, maybe that’s Prompto. They’re so close Prompto can’t tell any more.

His lips are dry and cracked, he realises belatedly; he wets them and nudges another kiss into Noct’s throat. This time Noct turns all the way over until they’re chest to chest, and for a little while all Prompto can do is stare up into his eyes, where they gleam in the moonlight.

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Hi there! I loved the last drabble you wrote for me - could I have more domestic promptio? Maybe a continuation of the last one? <3 (and, I don't wanna be too forward, but if you wouldn't mind I'd be super happy about more trans prom)

Ohhhh thank you so much for this prompt! I’m having fun writing these two again after Moogle Match ended.

Incidentally, this is a sort of semi-official continuation for Moogle Match, so enjoy!

For everybody, requests are still open! If you like my stuff, please consider firing a ko-fi my way.

Warning for use of needles as Gladio helps Prompto with his T shot.

Continuation of this.

Prompto has his eyes closed; his legs are pinned reassuringly between Gladio’s so that he can’t flinch suddenly out of the way. He breathes out, slow and measured, then draws in a breath just as carefully. When he exhales again he feels the little pinch of the needle and grimaces slightly — and then it’s done.

He doesn’t open his eyes until he feels Gladiolus release his legs. When he does, he watches as Gladio diligently disposes of the needles, then carefully puts the bottle of liquid away in its box.

Prompto’s perched at the edge of the bathtub — the tiny, poky tub that Gladiolus can barely squeeze into. When he stands, blood rushes into his lower half and he kneads carefully at his backside through the fabric of his boxer-briefs.

‘Thank you,’ he murmurs.

Gladio leans over, planting a kiss on the top of Prompto’s head.

‘No problem, babe,’ he says. ‘You don’t need to thank me.’

Once everything is away in its rightful place, Prompto slips back into his sweats and they head back through to the living room.

Everything is in boxes: boxes for clothes, boxes for kitchen stuff, special reinforced boxes for Gladio’s sword collection. Prompto’s bedroom back home is in a similar state of disarray, and he’s as much excited about moving so that he can finally walk around without bumping into something as he is about moving in with Gladiolus.

‘Get comfy,’ Gladio says, gently nudging him toward the couch — about the only part of the room not affected by the chaos of packing. ‘I’ll grab the snacks.’

It’s become a weekly tradition for them, their movie night. Prompto always stays over after, and ever since the first time he’s always wondered what it would be like not to have to leave the next day. It’s weird to think that this will be their last movie night together before they move into their new place.

Prompto nestles into the corner of the couch and drags the big, fluffy blanket — his, of course — over himself. While he waits for Gladio to return, he fishes the Xbox One controller out from under the folds of the blanket and navigates through to Netflix.

It all still seems surreal — that in less than a week they’ll receive the keys to their new home. It’s a nice place, too, with a bathtub that Gladio doesn’t have to tucks his knees into his chest to sit in. It’s a little further out from the centre of the city than Gladiolus is used to, but he drives anyway; when they had walked through the door of the apartment at the first viewing, they had fallen in love with it instantly, in spite of any compromises they might have to make.

Prompto sighs and lets his head drop back against the couch. Just a few more sleeps and they’ll be living together: not as roommates, but as boyfriends. His heart picks up in a giddy beat even as he thinks about it.

The movie is some terrible Netflix original but Prompto isn’t really watching anyway, his mind on other things. The few times that Gladiolus chimes in to give his sarcastic commentary on the plot, Prompto just lifts his head and watches him, studying the profile of his face, the curve of his lips.

Just a few more days.

On a whim, he sits up during some generic action sequence and leans close to Gladio, nuzzling a kiss in under his jaw. He knows he could follow it with another, could trail kisses down his neck until Gladio suggests that they take it to the bedroom, but he doesn’t. This is their last movie night before everything changes, forever. As crappy as the movie is, he’s happy to let it last a little while longer.

‘Your dad still helping you move?’ Gladio says, averting his attention from the screen to look at Prompto.

Prompto nods and slips his hand up under Gladio’s tank, pressing it against his chest.

‘Took time off and everything,’ he says. ‘He’s actually pretty stoked for us.’

He watches as Gladiolus’s lips form a soft, sleepy smile and feels himself smile in turn, too.

‘That’s good,’ Gladio says. ‘I’m glad you two’ve been getting along so well.’

‘All thanks to you,’ Prompto murmurs.

Gladiolus slips an arm around him and pulls him close. They watch the rest of the movie like this, and when Prompto begins to drift off as he always does, Gladio carries him to bed.

It feels like last year, when things were still fresh and new between them — before the word ‘love’ had come up, even Prompto had felt it almost slip out of his mouth so many times. It feels like their first time together, when Prompto had been so scared and nervous and excited that he hadn’t been able to stop trembling.

He blearily looks up through his lashes as Gladio slips him in under the covers; he stretches his hand out and touches the pad of his thumb to Gladio’s lip.

‘I love you so much,’ he whispers.

Gladio smiles and crawls right in next to him, kissing him on the forehead.

‘Love you too.’

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Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum Characters: Prompto Argentum, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia Additional Tags: Trans Male Character, Trans!Prompto, Angst, I promise the next part will be sexy, but for now have pain Series: Part 4 of Desidero Summary:

Prompto and Noctis finally have that talk, though resolutions are nowhere to be found.

For @promptisfanweek day 7, ‘stay with me’.

(This instalment is SFW, although the rest of the series ‘Desidero’ is not)

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Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Mature (NSFW for non-explicit sexual contact) Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum Characters: Prompto Argentum, Noctis Lucis Caelum Additional Tags: Trans!Prompto, because I apparently can't write anything else, Non-Explicit Sexual Content, Longing, Light Angst, Trans Character, Trans Male Character, Mild Language Summary:

Weeks after spending the night together, Prompto is still thinking about Noct — and about that conversation they should be having.

For @promptisfanweek day 5, ‘getting caught’.

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Part 2 of a request fill for @peachypotpourri. Part 1 is here!

Domestic promnis under the cut.

It’s laundry day out on the road, which means Noct is mysteriously nowhere to be found. Prompto, however, had been dozing when Ignis decided to take advantage of the laundromat at the pit stop where they stayed for the night; he hadn’t quite been able to get out of bed fast enough to worm his way out of laundry duty.

Prompto isn’t sure what he hates more — the gathering, the sorting, the folding. All seem equally bad and he silently curses Noct, wherever the hell he might be, as he pours detergent into the drawer of one of the machines. He knows Ignis would kill him for eyeballing it instead of measuring the right amount out, but Ignis isn’t here to see it.

It’s probably a good thing there are a few machines here; for four guys who tend to stick to the same outfits, they go through a lot of clothes. There’s all his tanks, and all of Gladio’s, and then there’s all the undies which he doesn’t even want to think about dealing with right now.

He grabs what he thinks might be an assortment of everybody’s boxers and tightie-whities and shoves them into the next machine over, filling the drawer with detergent and putting it on an extra hot wash. Going by what’s in there, it could probably use it.

Once everything’s loaded into machines, he moves over to the chairs along the side wall of the laundromat and slumps into one of them, slipping his phone out of his pocket. He might have to wait here until everything’s done, but that doesn’t mean he can’t distract himself in the meantime.

‘Prompto. What exactly am I looking at?’

The urge is always there to tease when it comes to Ignis. He’s so prim and proper, so uptight, that it’s almost too easy to toy with him. Prompto bites back a comment about cleaning Ignis’s glasses and sets his phone aside, looking up in earnest.

Ignis stands by the nearest machine, holding some sort of garment in his hands which seems to be very much pink. When he turns to show Prompto, it’s suddenly obvious what it is: a pair of tighty whities.

He’s not sure, but he’s almost willing to bet that none of the guys have pink briefs in their wardrobe.

‘Uh… Uhhh…’ he stammers, all but jumping out of his seat. When he pulls out the rest of the wet laundry to transfer it into the basket, the offending article falls to the ground: one of his red tanktops.

‘Those aren’t… yours, are they?’ he asks, glancing at the briefs in Ignis’s hand.

With a drawn face, Ignis sets the briefs aside and pulls something else from the laundry basket. It’s hard to recognise it for what it is, stained a pink hue, but when Ignis straightens it out and holds it up against himself, it clicks.

‘No,’ Ignis says. ‘But this is.’

It’s one of his shirts — or, more accurately, it was. It’s pink just like the briefs, and it also seems to have shrunk several sizes in the heat of the wash.

Prompto expects Ignis to sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose, shaking his head with profound impatience, but instead he carefully lays the shirt on top of the machine and steps closer. He lays his hands on Prompto’s shoulders and gives a soft little chuckle, stooping to press their foreheads together.

‘Remind me to keep you off laundry duty from now on,’ Ignis says.

Prompto has no intention of arguing.

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Like the Rain to the Sea | a trans!Prompto fic

26k | trans!Prompto

(Rated T)

Prompto Argentum always knew there was something different about him, something that didn’t quite fit.

At sixteen years old, he thinks he’s just about figuring out who he is — the only problem now is telling his best friend, the crown prince of Lucis.

Chapter 12 of 12

He gets a text message just as he’s sitting down in his first class; when he carefully checks his phone under the desk so the teacher can’t see, it’s Ignis wishing him luck. He can’t help but smile as he reads his friend’s brisk but thoughtful words, and when there’s that little pang of something at the sight of Ignis’s name on the screen, he turns off his phone and puts it out of his head.

The students are rowdy, as they always are during the first class on the first day of term; the teacher has to all but boom to make herself heard across the din. Once the room settles somewhat into order, she directs them all to open their textbooks and moves off to start writing on the whiteboard behind her.

Prompto opens the cover of his book, where he sees his name scrawled on the inside of it. His old name; as hard is it is for other people to remember, even he still slips up sometimes.

He digs through his pencil case until he finds a gel pen in sparkly purple ink and draws a line through where it says Linaria Argentum. Beneath it, in clear letters, he prints his new name:

Prompto Argentum.

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Hey c: I heard you're taking drabble requests? Could I ask for some domestic promnis or promptio?

Thanks for the request! I actually went ahead and wrote both (promnis is here), so here’s a lil domestic promptio under the cut to start you off.

There’s a clock on the mantelpiece; when Prompto first noticed it, it used to drive him nuts and he couldn’t unhear it for hours.

It blends in now though — blends in to the rhythm of Gladio’s apartment. The hum of traffic out on the street, the soft thuds of footsteps upstairs, the way the pipes clang sometimes in the middle of the night — all of it might not be perfect, but it’s the pulse of the place, and it makes it feel like home.

The windows are all thrown open now, letting in the noise from the dusty streets below. Even though it’s already September, it’s one of those hot, muggy days that are good for little more than lazing around and downing cold drinks by the gallon.

Gladio seems unfazed, although as he clears his throat unconsciously and drags Prompto’s attention to him, there’s a bead of sweat at his neck, threatening to roll down his skin.

‘You need to get an AC,’ Prompto says, with a little whine.

Gladio lifts an eyebrow and glances up from where he’s chopping fruit. They’re making smoothies together — some ridiculous concoction of superfoods that Prompto has hardly even heard of.

‘It’ll be colder soon,’ Gladio says. ‘You can last a little longer, right?’

Prompto heaves a sigh of defeat.

‘Fine.’

With a little chuckle, Gladiolus moves to the sink and washes off his hands. He passes Prompto where he stands inspecting the cupboard for something to snack on, and when he stretches up to grab the box of Pop-Tarts on the top shelf and can’t quite reach, Gladio is all too quick to assist.

Prompto feels an arm loop around his waist; with his other arm, Gladio reaches up past Prompto and into the cupboard, grabbing the box and taking it down for him.

‘Here,’ he says, setting it down on the countertop. He presses a kiss to Prompto’s temple and pulls away.

‘You need to get short-people-friendly storage,’ Prompto says, tearing open the foil of one of the packets. ‘We’re not all giants like you.’

Gladiolus pauses from his task of grabbing ice from the freezer, turning to smirk back at Prompto.

‘I’ll keep that in mind when we go apartment hunting.’

The lazy haze brought on by the day’s heat seems to shift suddenly and Prompto feels a chill run through him that isn’t entirely unpleasant. It’s a rush — like his body doesn’t quite belong to him any more. Silently, he runs back over Gladiolus’s words in his head to be sure he heard them right.

‘Apartment hunting?’ he says, trying to play it casual. He nibbles a corner off one of the Pop-Tarts and looks innocently over at Gladio. ‘You mean that?’

He watches Gladio’s shoulders tense where he kneels in front of the freezer; for a moment, Prompto regrets saying anything but then Gladio stands up and turns, setting the bag of ice aside and kicking the freezer door shut behind him.

‘I mean,’ he says, shrugging noncommittally. ‘I’ve thought about it.’

Prompto hopes he’s doing a good job of hiding the fact that his heart is hammering so rapidly in his chest, but all hope of keeping his cool goes out the window as Gladiolus steps over and winds an arm around his middle, resting a hand in the small of Prompto’s back.

‘You practically live here, anyway,’ Gladio says.

Prompto swallows.

‘So why wouldn’t I move in here?’

‘Because,’ Gladio says, and he gently nudges Prompto closer, delving his free hand through the blond strands of his hair. ‘I’ve got all my own memories of this place. If we got someplace else, we could make new memories together.’

‘Y’know,’ Prompto says. He pulls back, looking shrewdly up at Gladiolus. ‘That was a pretty smooth line.’

Gladio flashes a wry grin and shrugs, like it’s no big deal. Prompto knows him better than that.

‘Maybe I’ve been working on it,’ Gladio says. ‘Kinda planned on having this conversation someday.’

Eventually the untangle from one another and return to making smoothies, but as Prompto leans back against the counter and watches Gladiolus artfully add fruit to the mix, he feels a smile curve his lips.

Their own place. Together.

He can’t wait.