#also tell me no one else wonders how prompto gets all those pics

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Birthday Boy

Decided to write something for my beautiful chocobaby since hes officially one years old >:0

beware its kinda long. also theres like a tiny joke about like gun control and shit but please dont take it seriously its just a joke

thanks to my wonderful sibling @agressivemacintosh for brainstorming this with me

Through his sub-consciousness, Prompto's body took in the cool air that was wafting through a newly-opened window. He shivered instinctively, although not fully awake. The blond wrapped his blanket tighter around himself, bringing his own body warmth closer to himself as his unconscious self tried to keep from waking. The blissful sleep wouldn't last much longer, however. The Advisor was on a mission. A musical, soft voice made itself known in the blond's groggy mind. The voice was singing notes familiar to him, but softer and sweeter, the sound felt like a gentle, polished gloss that slid easily across his subconsciousness. However, it did wake him somewhat, as he recognized the tune as the song went on. "...Happy birthday to you," Ignis' voice purred the last line of the song. Sitting on the side of the bed, he bent down and nuzzled Prompto’s cheek until the Blond stirred and began to rub his eyes.

“Wh-” Prompto started, squinting up at the motherly figure above him as his eyes adjusted to the light. 

Ignis smiled down at him, expectant. As if waiting for him to remember something. Prompto worked his eyes open, slowly taking in the situation. 

“What were you-” 

Prompto started to ask the advisor what on Eos he was doing so early in the morning, but the smile across the man’s fine features stopped him. It had been a while since Prompto had seen that smile without any prompting. Usually it took an off-color comment from Gladio, a complaint from Noctis, or an actually funny joke from himself to get this giddy, satisfied smile that the Hand of the King now wore.

“Happy birthday,” Ignis said simply.

Prompto blinked a couple of times. His mind took the words that Ignis said and tried to translate them, but for some reason all he was thinking about was how soft Ignis’ shirt looked. He brought his focus back around and tried to remember what Ignis had just said. 

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” He asked, feeling sheepish.

Ignis chuckled as color flushed to Prompto’s cheeks. He then took the blond’s hands, levering him up so he was sitting against the pillows. 

“I said happy birthday, Dear,” Ignis repeated himself, and this time Prompto’s face shone with recognition.

“OH SHIT!” he cried, rather loudly. Ignis drew back a bit, surprised at the sudden outburst. “That’s today, isn’t it?” Prompto laughed at himself and ran his hand through his unkempt, golden locks. 

“Yes,” Ignis chuckled once more, recovering from the shock. “I do believe it is.” His words were enunciated in a way only Ignis could speak.

“Wow, I can’t believe I forgot!” Prompto exclaimed, waking up quickly. The gunman had an uncanny ability to go from unbelievably groggy to remarkably awake and active in only a few minutes; a skill that Noctis often despised. 

Without skipping a beat, Prompto continued, “I can’t believe you remembered!” He laughed, a bit of softness tugging at his features. 

Ignis watched him with the same, amused smile as the blond finally seemed to be aware of what was happening. He waited for the next barrage of questions, however, before saying anything else. 

Just as Ignis predicted: “What time is it anyway? Have you been planning this? Like, how come you remembered it but I didn’t?” He paused to laugh, “oh, and where are Noct and Gladio?” the blond’s voice softened. 

“They are busy preparing their part of the present,” Ignis answered calmly.

“Present?” Prompto interjected. “You guys didn’t have to get me a present!” He smiled but he looked worried.

Ignis clicked his tongue. “I don’t see why there’s a reason not to,” he reasoned. “Is your birthday somehow less special than Noct’s?” 

“Well no-” Prompto started.

“I didn’t believe so,” Ignis finished. “Now,” he leaned down and planted a kiss on Prompto’s forehead. “get dressed: we have places to go and presents to receive.”

Ignis stood and began shuffling things around the room while Prompto got dressed. As Prompto was about to put on his shirt, Ignis stopped him. After a second of confusion, the advisor handed him a box. 

“This is where the festivities begin.” He proclaimed. 

Prompto looked flustered, but opened the box anyway, intrigued as to what this could mean. He pulled the lid off of the box, and in the box was some sort of folded fabric. The fabric looked too soft and comfortable to be any sort of uniform or formal wear. The gunman picked up the garment to examine it. 

It was a t-shirt! The sleeves were a little too long for his liking, but what drew his immediate attention was the graphic on the front. There was an image of two guns crossed over each other with words reading “Gun control is using both hands”

Prompto outright laughed and held the shirt close to his chest. “Iggy, this is so dumb, I love it!” 

Ignis chuckled in response. He paused, observing the shirt himself, then put a finger to his lips in thought. Prompto was about to ask him what he was thinking when Ignis snapped, then turned his gaze back on the blond. 

“Hold it out in front of you by the collar.” He commanded.

Prompto obliged, and as he did so, Ignis reached forward and grasped the just-too-long sleeves of the shirt. Using force of will and very experienced hands, Ignis ripped the sleeves off with his gloved hands. 

Prompto cackled in delight, remembering the many times Ignis had been dismayed when Prompto mutilated yet another shirt. 

“I was actually about to say something about the sleeves,” Prompto smiled widely at the advisor.

“I know,” Ignis affirmed. “Now, there is one other gift I have to give before we leave.”

The Hand pulled a long chain out of his shirt pocket. He held it out to Prompto for the gunman to observe. The chain formed a long necklace, at the end of which was a pair of dog tags. Prompto’s eyes widened as he further examined the ornaments. On one tag, in their respective handwritings, were engraved Noctis, Gladio, and Ignis’ names. On the other was Prompto’s name. The gift was simple, but Prompto’s chest radiated with the warmth in his heart at the sight of it.

This feeling was further increased as Ignis gestured to the tag with his and the others’ names on it. “This tag usually bares the name of the soldier’s family,” He said.

Prompto’s eyes immediately stung with tears and he lunged forward and hugged the man with all of his strength. There was a “oomph” from Ignis as he did so, but he made no movement to stop him. 

“Thank you so much,” Prompto murmured into Ignis’ shoulder. The advisor chuckled in response.

“You mean a lot to each of us, Prompto,” Ignis said. Prompto nuzzled his head further into the man’s shoulder. The blond took in the sweet, clean smell of the advisor’s shirt.

After a few more seconds, Ignis pulled Prompto away and held him at arm’s length while he adorned him with the dog tags. “Now,” he asserted. “We’d best be on our way.”

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After a visit to The Hammerhead for a kiss on the cheek from Cindy, and a giant 89′ mm super-bazooka developed by Cid especially for Prompto, the gunman was then escorted to Cape Caem, where it was said the others were waiting for him. 

The blond opened the door cautiously, not knowing what awaited him. As he tried to walk through the threshold, however, he was very suddenly pinned to the wall. He gasped, his eyes growing wide as they took in the sight before him.

“Happy birthday, you little shit,” Gladio’s voice growled from above him. 

Prompto, for some reason, couldn’t quite meet his eyes. His eyes, in fact, were very busy taking in the very, very, very tight recreation of Cindy’s outfit that the Shield had been forced into. 

After accidentally staring for just a bit too long, Prompto cough-laughed, covering his mouth and squeezing his eyes shut. “WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?” he managed to wheeze.

He heard Ignis chuckling behind him as he made his way through the door and shut it behind himself. 

“Something special for the special birthday boy,” Gladio replied shortly, crossing his arms.

“I’m... flattered!” Prompto gasped between fits of laughter. 

Noctis, making his way into the room, faltered in his step as he was wearing 3 inch high-heels and fitting smoothly in one of Luna’s dresses. 

“Noct!” the gunman exclaimed. “You look stunning!” He was still laughing, but he meant it genuinely. 

“Thanks,” the prince replied unenthusiastically. 

“No really!” Prompto insisted. 

He didn’t get the chance to fully flatter and embarrass the prince as Ignis quickly rushed out of the room and reappeared in an outfit almost identical to Aranea’s.

After Prompto finished this third coughing fit, the three gathered around him and led him to the kitchen where Ignis had baked a cake that was adorned with a little fondant camera on top. The blond, of course, wouldn’t let them cut and eat it without taking eighty pictures first. That wasn’t the only thing he took pictures of, either.

Later that night, lying on the king-size bed, Noctis, Prompto, Gladiolus and Ignis all laughed at the ridiculous outfits they were wearing, and they were also surprised at how many shots of each of them the blond had snapped without them noticing. 

“Holy shit, Specs looks good in that one!” Noctis exclaimed, reaching over Prompto’s outstretched arm to point at a picture of Ignis. The background was warm and out of focus, while Ignis was framed beautifully by the lighting behind him.

“If memory serves me correctly, that was this morning when I was attempting to wake you,” Ignis stated, his words slowing as he processed what that would imply.

There was a bit of laughter, then a lapse in conversation that Prompto tried to fill by clicking through more pictures. 

“Prompto,” Noctis started. “how did you get all those pics, anyway?”

Prompto made a face. “I don’t know what you mean,” he answered simply. 

“Yeah, how do you get all those pics without us noticing either? I don’t remember you pulling out your camera at all.” Gladio added, and the three of them turned to look at Prompto.

Prompto kept clicking through pictures, avoiding looking at any of them. He kept a straight face and focused directly on his camera screen.

“Who knows.”

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~~~~Happy birthday, Blondie~~~~

[reglymonart]

Promptis headcanons

ok first can we talk about how much the boys must love water (Prompto always photographing Noct in front of the water ingame and ofc Noct x fishing)

imagine both of them going camping while in highschool and Prompto’s delighted because it’s the first time he really goes out of the city apart from school excursions and this is a huge deal for Noctis too because his father actually agreed to let him go?? On his own?! (PEACEFUL TIMES)

So they choose to go camping near a river, so that Noctis can fish and Prompto will take so many pics of the scenery, Noct will get mad at him bc the fishes are going away because of him but really he’s just so happy he’s out there with his bestfriend

NATURAL WATERSLIDES

Prompto splashing water at a napping Noct. Yes this ends up in a terrible waterfight

Prompto staying still in the water and suddenly he feels ?? Small things pecking at his skin ?? And in 30 secs this turns into 20 small fishes eating his dead skin

“Noctis do you think they’re gonna eat my freckles too ??”

Noctis suddenly being very aware of all the freckles that cover his friend’s body

Noctis blushing 

“O-of course not”

MIDNIGHT BATH and there are fireflies all around them

Regretting sleeping under the sky next to the river the following day bc they didnt plan to get THAT MANY bites from mosquitoes (you can bet your ass next time they’ll bring some anti mosquitoes products)

For the time being they’ll sleep in the tent

hiking up the mountain by following the river stream and Prompto litterally c r y i n g when he sees the view from the top and Noctis just hugging him from behind without saying a word

Watching the shooting stars from atop of the mountain while chatting about very personnal stuff

Prompto loving being massaged (unlike Noctis -throwback to Galdin Quay-) so at night in the tent Noctis will give Prompto massages after their long day’s walk and if you dont think Prompto moans and Noctis is hella flustered and stops everything then you’re very wrong

both boys trying to be subtle when they try to close the gap between their sleeping bags at night

ends up with both of them being milimeters apart but not doing the last move

You can bet in the morning they’re snuggled together

Prompto waking up first but being prisoner of the royal arm around his chest and yes he tries to break free (#nohomo) but he’s just ?? HELD EVEN CLOSER ?

And obviously he can’t win bc it turns out all those trainings with Gladio really did good for Noct’s muscles

So you have a sleepy Noctis and an overthinking (and hungry, maybe also wanting to pee) Prompto also very bothered by how cute Noctis is with his bed hair

the astrals shipping the fuck outta those two rn

Eventually Noct wakes up and is face to face to a Prompto who may or may not have been trying to get a taste of Noct’s lips bc anyways Noct was asleep ?? But he woke up just before it happened

They can feel each other’s morning breath on their own lips (which, let’s be honest, smell bad) and woooooo INTENSE STARING

Noct just kinda presses the hand he already had on Prompto’s back and Prompto can feel his heart beating even faster than it already did bc now Noct’s closing his eyes and oh my oH MY IS HE GONNA ???

fall back asleep

That Royal asshole

can you hear this sound yes it’s Prompto’s heart breaking in two

(that’s what you get for trying to take advantage of a sleeping prince, blondie)

Prompto finally goes outside the tent and is met by rain and yeah his day couldn’t have started in a worse way

But the weather’s still very warm so he takes off his clothes except for his briefs and wristband and stands outside

How long he stands there he doesn’t know

He suddenly has a lot on his mind and he’s angry at himself because this week end was supposed to be a special time with his bestfriend why did he have to let his feelings in the way

But next thing he knows Noct’s there too ??

“Couldn’t sleep with the rain. Let’s go”

Prompto doesn’t ask questions and just follows him a bit farther into the woods

That’s when he notices Noctis is also only in his t-shirt and briefs so he offers a silent prayer to Shiva to thank her for his view on the royal ass

And they finally reach a small waterfall with a large pond. It’s very humid and you cant see clearly the other end but Prompto has a feeling there might be more to it. He can hear frogs croaking 

Noct just offers him his hand, and although Prompto is intrigued and still a bit sulking, he lets him lead him into the water

When they’re midwaist and Prompto still doesn’t know where this is all leading to, Noctis tells him, a slightly bit anxious “ok, on three we go underwater. Keep your eyes open. Three…”

“but Noct you know that with my eyes-

Doesn’t matter here. Two… ONE !”

Noctis drags him underwater by force with his hand. Prompto, taken aback, forces himself to open his eyes, trusting his bestfriend. And then he sees.

Everything is light. The fishes are luminescent, shiny frogs are passing by him, and he feels safe in this water, almost at… Home. Noctis points him to rarestones that are emetting their own light. He’s never been more amazed. And flowers are growing from the bottom. Actually, they’re growing everywhere they can. Soon missing air, the boys quickly come back to the surface. Back to the dull and misty pond, assaulted by rain.

“Dude what was that ?!!

-Ok, you know the legend of that florist who died at the hand of the bringer of destruction?

-Yes it’s a classic

-So you know her true love left her dead body in a pond. Well now the legend has it that, when it rains, it means people are still mourning her death, and if you come to a pond pure enough with the person you love  then under those circonstances you can enter the realm of wonders her spirit built. Iris showed me the pond”

The last part had been said way more quickly than everything else. Prompto slowly processed the information

“Oh. I hope you and her will be happy...”

Prompto thought he had seen what was underwater only because he was with Noctis. Not because his feelings were reciprocated.

Noctis, eyes wide and suddenly very unsure, added “but Iris didn’t see what was underwater ! Only I did. Because I was the one she loved. It works only one way. I didn’t tell her I saw it, though. ... But you saw the flowers, right ?”

“Yeah... I did !”

Noctis looked at him and couldn’t hide his smile any longer. “So did I.”

Before he let his tears slip out, Prompto jumped at Noctis’ neck and brought him underwater. There, they exchanged a look that meant more than any word could say about their mutual affection, and it was as if the water brought them closer for a kiss only the flowers witnessed.

…. So yeah, Promptis and water are important to me.