Forged

It was only a few weeks ago when Ignis had turned to him over a dinner to ask about Prompto’s holiday traditions. And of course Prompto had very red very fast, admitting that nothing was traditional for him. Prompto just doesn’t have any warm, enduring happy holiday memories from when he was just a kid. His boyfriend’s don’t like that. Prompto pushes his hand through Noct’s fine hair and is rewarded with a sleepy smile.“So just to be clear,” Prompto says, “This tradition is Noct having a nap while Iggy does this tedious task for you?”“No,” Noct insists as Ignis sighs, “Yes.”Prompto snorts. “Iggy likes wrapping, he’s a masochist,” Noct explains. “I do,” Ignis admits, like it’s some dark secret, “I really, really do.”Prompto preemptively measures out a piece of tape for him and says, “Me too, Igster.”“I knew you were my favourite for a reason,” Ignis teases.  Alternatively: Prompto’s never really had good Solstice holidays before so he doesn’t have any of his own traditions. His boyfriend’s set out to make that different.