#crownyx

it's been a MINUTE since this updated but I'm still at it, believe it or not

until the last note fades

ffxv rockband AU

slowburn gladnis, eventual promptis, est. crownyx, other random pairings and people

chapter 5: this is only halfway (title stolen from Radiohead’s Trickster)

I call this: If Crow Master had game

My crossover AU, Dragonscourge, is complete. I am told by XV fans that you can understand and enjoy it with no knowledge of the Dragonriders books, and I also have a Dragonriders reader who told me you can understand and enjoy with no knowledge of XV.  So what I take from this is that you can read it fandom blind!  There’s action, romance, angst, fluff - little bit of everything as our heroes try to save the world!

My Brain: OH! You should be writing! Me: hohoho what? Nooo let’s draw some CrowNyx!

“You should play more. You should do something with this.”

“Says the woman with a violin gathering dust and an unused music scholarship.” 

“We're talking about you, not me.” 

“We should be talking about both of us.”

Chapter Title: wander the concrete (it ain’t me)

Rating: T for now

Warnings: None apply

Relationships: Eventual Gladnis, Crownyx, other relationship tags to be added

Fic Summary: “Anyone can play guitar,” or so the song goes. A story about the work and love that goes into making a dream happen - no matter what that dream might be.

Chapter Summary: Luna makes a step forward toward her goal, and Nyx, Crowe, and the rest of their band do too. The guys learn a little more about Prompto, and Noctis gains another stray instrument. 

Luna walked through the expensive lobby without seeing it; the marble floors clacked under her shiny, blush-colored heels unnoticed. She and her brother presented their passports to the friendly security guard at the front desk, and were smoothly checked in and directed toward the third bank of elevators. Luna stared at the shiny gold numbers on the wall indicating the relevant floors and made a straight line toward her destination.

Ravus trailed behind her, providing a comforting presence but letting her do this on her own. He looked at the grain of the hardwood set into the walls and shook his head in amusement at the television screen that flashed a constant stream of the day’s headlines, complete with stock tickers. His eyes widened appreciatively at the giant red blown glass sculpture adorning the center table, and he looked down at the placard containing the artist’s name as they walked by.  

They filed into the elevator, and the security guard followed, pressed a keycard to the access pad, and pressed the button for the 48th floor. Luna took a deep breath and looked up at Ravus next to her.

“He won't be there, right?”

“He” was Ardyn Izunia, the producer who'd been the source of nearly all of Luna's stress for nearly an entire year. What had started as a merely overbearing, condescending demeanor had descended into a fight that was hurtful and nasty. Ravus had been horrified at the contract she'd signed—he'd been in the service at the time. Their mother had been desperate to hold onto the family's estate, and either ignorant or willfully blind to how bad it was.

Luna's contract had earned her millions, but she'd effectively lost the rights to all of her music. Her songs, that she'd spent hours on in her room, in the studio, in the backs of tour buses:  gone. It was massively unfair, and they'd hired some of the best lawyers in the country to help her try to get them back.

Ravus reached across his body to give Luna's hand a squeeze. “Regis assured us he wouldn't. This is just a signature.”

She nodded. “Right. Thanks.”

The doors slid open, and another pair of glass doors gleamed to their left. Luna took a deep breath and pushed forward.  

Chapter Title: you made your bed, sleep in it

Rating: T for now

Warnings: None apply

Relationships: Eventual Gladnis, Crownyx, other relationship tags to be added

Fic Summary: "Anyone can play guitar," or so the song goes. A story about the work and love that goes into making a dream happen - no matter what that dream might be. 

Chapter Summary:   The road trip begins! Nyx and Crowe get ready to play their first road show, and Ravus and Luna start their own journey. 

Ignis harassed them all for three days to make lists, get packed, and check their equipment. It still took him an entire day to get them organized when it was time to leave. The sun was setting as they finally pulled out of Gladio and Noctis’ driveway

Ignis ran a hand through his hair and exhaled, then he looked into the side mirrors and angled the huge van into reverse.

Once they hit the highway he seemed to loosen up, helped along by Gladio’s management of the music for the ride. He played some of their favorites, and before long Ignis had relaxed enough to tap his fingers on the steering wheel and sing along lightly.

Noctis was quiet but content, staring quietly out the window as they left the city lights behind and stars poked through the thick velvety purple surface of the night sky. He grinned when a favorite of his came on and leaned forward to poke at Gladio’s sizable bicep.

“Oh dude, turn this up. Listen to this solo!”

Gladio grinned and turned it up. Noctis waited for the solo to finish and started chattering about it; a discussion that Prompto followed only part of but that definitely sounded like Advanced Music Nerd, and he grinned at Noctis’ excited handwaving.

Gladio’s playlist clicked forward to a slinky song with a heavy bass beat and a slithering riff. Oh, well if that isn’t classically perfect fucking timing. Ugh. Prompto put headphones in and curled up in the backseat, trying to look like he was just trying to grab some rest.

Ignis hit traffic, sighed, and popped the top on the canned coffee he’d propped in the front seat cup holder. He looked around, moving slightly to the beat.

“This is good. New?” he asked Gladio, taking a sip.

Prompto burrowed further into his corner.

“New to me. I dig it though.”

Ignis nodded in agreement.  “Who is it?”

“Group called Stoss, but I think it’s just the singer leading it mostly. Can’t remember her name, though.”

“Me, either, but I think she’s from New York.” Noctis poked Prompto. “Hey, you were living in New York before the tour, right? Give this a listen - do you know who this is?”

Prompto winced and took out an earbud. He sighed a little bit. “Yeah, this is Stoss. I know it.” His hand hovered with the earbud, looking to shove it back in and get back to his podcast.

“Yeah yeah, but who is it? Do you know the singer’s name?”

“Yeah, it’s - Aranea Highwind.” The words were thick in Prompto’s mouth, and he hoped his feelings weren’t written all over his face for Noctis, and if he turned around, Gladio to see.

Of course it was Ignis, always perceptive, who flicked a glance into the rearview mirror.

“Let Prompto sleep if he wants to sleep, Noct.” His tone was a little scolding, but Noctis took it well, just giving Prompto a little smile.

“Sorry. Yeah, maybe Iggy’s gonna let you drive next. Rest up,” Noctis teased.

“Not likely.” Ignis responded from the front.

“It’s not you - he doesn’t let anyone else drive. Do ya Specs? Not even Gladio, and he’s supposedly the other responsible one.”  Prompto grinned at Noctis’ words, noticing where that left Noctis in their little group.

Ignis pushed up his glasses, and his British accent became slightly more clipped. ‘It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just that it gives me something to do. Riding in the passenger seat is insufferably boring, and -”

“Riding in the back makes you carsick. I know, Iggy. I’m just giving you a hard time.” Noctis’ words were affectionate, and Ignis smiled back at him.

Prompto pulled his hood up over his head and turned toward the window, watching the lights of the cars around them blend into snaking lines as the traffic finally let up and they moved on their way. It was a long way back to the East Coast, and their journey was just beginning.