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i dont post on tumblr much anymore but im not dead!

I'm posting this excerpt here as a hope it will help me feel inspired to keep writing it. Its the intro of the first chapter for a Music/Band Au Prompto/Noctis fic I had. The premise is pretty much

Noctis gives Ignis a day off from driving him around and takes the train for the first time only to fall asleep mid ride. He wakes up to a dead phone in a less reputable part of town and gets off to find a spare phone to use and ends up in a bar called The Hearth (Owned by Drautos) where he meets a perky but awkward Prompto who works part times as a techie for The Glaives (a pop/rock band that plays there consisting of Crowe, Nyx, Libertus and Luche)

Its going to start with Noctis/Luna but have Prompto/Noctis as endgame (probably with a little bit of infidelity not only from the main pairings just as a warning so if that's not your jam....) . Probably some Gladio/Ignis in there, as well as some other pairings I have in mind but spoilers. Gonna likely be rated M or E looking at Ao3 ratings. The song is Beautiful Dream by Adam Ant and I chose it because its ridiculous and sexy and upbeat and it fits my head canon of what Prompto would listen to first thing in the morning. I recommend giving it a listen. If you have any questions or feedback please feel free to send me an ask any interest in this is gonna help me stay inspired to write this story.

Love and hate will never be friends. This is a dream I don't want to end.

Groaning Noctis rolled over as best he could. What kind of insane person tried to wake him up before he was good a ready to get up via blaring music? He didn’t care much for the footsteps thudding along to the beat from the unnamed nuisance, everything hurt and the vibrations in combination with the noise was not helping. His head was throbbing in time with his pulse, and it tasted like some creature coated in lighter fluid had died in his mouth overnight and Shivas tits was his back aching. However it seemed that sleeping off the rest of whatever trauma had made him end up in this state was going to have to wait, Noctis cracked open an eye and blearily batted in the direction the music was coming from only to jolt upright at the sight of his surroundings.

I'll be your friend I'll be more than your friend This is a love that I must defend

This was quite probably the smallest apartment in all of Insomnia, he was quite sure if he lay in the center of the floor and reached out he’d be able to touch all four walls. Noctis was lying on an old leather loveseat with his feet dangling over one armrest, it smelt like dust and beer and very faintly of cigarettes. The coffee table was a mess of magazines, photographs, an empty pizza box, and the source of music in the form of a small stereo, all across from a small flat screen and stand that were wedged against the wall next to a half open closet. Light was limited to a dim ceiling lamp with chipped glass and an open window above a twin bed that had a bar of hanging laundry wedged in it.

Already did this once before let’s get off the bed and onto the floor

The most notable thing in the entire apartment of course was the guy shaking his hips at the stove dressed in boxers and a wife beater. Blond hair hung damp, a water droplet trickling down a freckled neck and disappearing into the fabric of his shirt.

“....fuck!”

Any more sensible words such as ‘Who are you?’ or ‘Where am I’ were robbed from Noctis as a particularly painful throb attacked his head. At the noise the stranger turned, impossibly blue eyes wide, a frying pan of eggs and sausages in hand.

a sportsboy and a beanpole walk into a bar- theyre actually both underage so idk what they think theyre doing but hey.