#bastille fic

[probadbatch]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CT-9904 | Crosshair/CT-9901 | Hunter Characters: CT-9904 | Crosshair, CT-9901 | Hunter Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Forgiveness, this starts off so soft but don't let that fool you, Angst, they'll be alright though, Cloneshipping | Clone Trooper/Clone Trooper Relationships (Star Wars) Summary:

“This one?” “Ah,” Hunter cringes at the memory – not one of his finest moments – and knows Crosshair is going to give him shit for it. “Bar fight on Ord Mantell. Guy got a lucky hit.” Crosshair looks every bit as unimpressed as Hunter expected. “It looks like you got stabbed,” he points out in a dry tone.

Happy Monday everyone, I’m back on my bullshit :)

[fellshish]

Fics where they do a little dance and they both KNOW they are doing it but can’t outright SAY IT my beloved (link)

[paperairplanesopenwindows]

Thinking about....my fanvid for the Leverage OT3....again

[sophiethewitch1]

Hi! You've mentioned that 'What We Want' has a playlist. If it's not to spoilery (and you feel comfortable doing so) could you share some of the songs on it.

I hope you start feeling better soon. ❤️

oh my god im so glad someone asked!!! I'll share some of my favourite songs from the playlist, the ones that i think like... summarise the stories feeling the most. Idk. The ones with the highest vibe quality. Some of these you will actually see referenced in the fic later on lmao.

Here's the playlist for your listening pleasure

If you have any more questions, theories (what song relates to which character, where in the story, etc) please send it in! I love talking about this.

[loumandivorce]

i have a Theory that between the globe theater and bastille aziraphale and crowley had some sort of argument and didn't talk to each other for a while. i have no proof to back this up other than it makes the entire bastille scene 1000 times more charged. it also continues a pattern of crowley coming to aziraphale's rescue after they've had an argument which is so funny. aziraphale is like oh i miss crowley and want to have a meal while he stares at me longingly but we've just had a row whatever shall i do. i know. i will dress up pretty and put myself in harm's way and he will rescue poor old me. and we will have crepes :) one of aziraphale's apology dances was in 1973, which could be not just because he decided to pop into france during the reign of terror but also to say "sorry" for the argument (theyre not even mad anymore this all part of their psychosexual rituals) in this essay i will

[consultingzoologist]

Pompeii MMXXIII/The Last of Us

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Wes/Jen/Eric playlist!

Here we come up to the Wes/Jen/Eric dynamic, aka both a raging dumpster fire of oblivious dumbasses and also one of the most competent triads/pairings in the entire series. They are canonically running the Silver Guardians and the Power Rangers and kicking all kinds of ass while also being complete idiots when it comes to their emotions. I have such a soft spot for all of the Time Force Rangers as it's one of the few series I watched at the right age (it was this, Samurai, and Megaforce but I did not like Megaforce at the time so really only Samurai and Time Force get the strength of true eleven-year-old-me nostalgia). I even wrote a second chapter last year that shows them figuring shit out post-canon!

@skyland2703 @madhare0512 @khruschevshoe @liveinalovelyway @disastardly @augment-techs @our-raven-strife-universe @infinitysgrace @estel-eruantien

[tiny-elf-of-doom]

Discipline In the Bastille

Good Omens Fanfiction

Crowley x Aziraphale

Nsfw MDNI: spanking, dirty talk, discipline, dubious consent, bad angel, dom Crowley, sun Aziraphale, French Revolution, guillotine, language, mentions of death, and crying.

“Animals.” Aziraphale huffed.

“Animals don’t kill each other with clever machines, Angel, only humans do that.” A familiar voice called from behind the angel.

“Crowley!” Then, he noticed the look on the demon’s face, “oh… good lord.”

For the majority of their shared existence, Aziraphale hadn’t made too many stupid decisions, but this one was the most ridiculous by far. He had popped across the channel in the middle of a goddamn revolution to get something to nibble. Crepes, he’d claimed. No other country made them better than the one they originated from. Crowley growled in annoyance at the mental image of the angel’s arrest.

“You look like Antoinette in all that sparkle and ruffling fluff, what the hell were you thinking?” Crowley was standing now, expression strict, “walking around like a lost broach on the King’s lapel, thinking “what shall I eat today?” Maybe you need a heaping plate of bon sens!”

Aziraphale’s eyes began to water, “you’re mocking my eating habits and my decision making abilities! How dare you!”

The demon meant to only roll his eyes, but his entire head went with them. “Angel, I love to watch you eat- the pleasure I draw from it… you’re as smooth as the softest bed silk and I love your plush curves, but a mishap like this cannot happen again; this calls for punishment.”

The demon swayed across the room to where the angel once sat. It had been a cold and brittle stool. Crowley kept the angel’s wrists confined in the chains and patted his lap. The gesture was strange behind Aziraphale’s blue eyes, but eventually, he got the message. His face went pale at the very thought of what Crowley was implying.

“Excuse you!” The angel gasped. “I’m not some elementary boy that’s acting out of line!”

“A good spanking is in order, princess. You’ve been a very naughty thing and I can’t imagine letting you go without a reason to behave.”

Outside the cell, the guillotine sliced another head clean from its body. The sound was horrendous- wet and sloppy in the late afternoon sun. Crowley wasn’t there to humiliate him; he was there to give Aziraphale a choice. He could either submit like a good, little cherub, or use up a frivolous miracle to save himself from discorporation.

In the end, he chose the ladder. Stepping in front of Crowley, the angel lifted his chains and gave them a wee shake. The demon chuckled softly and began to pull down the angel’s trousers and stockings. He had the prettiest legs with a light dusting of white hair glowing atop celestial skin. What Crowley would have given to kiss every inch of them: to bite the flesh of this divine entity. However, that could be sought after later.

Aziraphale lowered himself over the demon’s bony knee, revealing his backside to the light pouring through the small window. It was quite a sight, the nearly white bottom. Crowley was excited to see how well it took to his strikes. With a careful hand, the demon rolled up his sleeves and landed a small slap to the angel’s left buttock. It was manageable, nothing extraordinary, until the Crowley added some enthusiasm.

A CLACK sounded throughout the cell. The stinging sensation hadn’t been given time to soothe before another blow met the pink skin. Crowley was mercilessly engaged with every smack, ensuring those glistening cheeks were as red as his hair. As for the angel, he was grinding his hips forward, biting his bottom lip to avoid the excess of whimpers. He felt dirty rutting into that modestly dressed thigh, but the motion was the only thing keeping his clit throbbing.

“Five more, angel,” Crowley warned, sounding just as strung out as the angel. “You’ve such a pretty arse. ‘Look so angelic in all that peachy blush… like a battered orchid.”

“Crowley, I beg you to take me after this. It hurts so very good…” Aziraphale let out another strangled groan.

SMACK SMACK SMACK! The last five landed at the very curve of the angel’s cheeks, striking with enough force to warrant a few tears. Aziraphale’s bum bruised a dark rouge, possibly darker than the blush of an aristocrat. Crowley helped him rise to his feet, feeling those fragile legs shake.

“You demon…” the angel wept. “Touch me…”

“Of course.” Crowley half carried Aziraphale to the stones opposite the cell gate and began attacking his lips with feverish kisses. One of his hands slipped between the angel’s legs, embracing the damp warmth that enveloped his white curls and tender labia.

Crowley was a greedy demon who happily inhaled the angel’s moans as he slowly massaged his tender clit. Aziraphale gripped at the fabric of Crowley’s sleeve, trying to find something to ground him in these times of lustful desire. If his legs weren’t shaking from the spankings, then they surely were now. The stone wall behind him scratched at the tender flesh of his bum, eliciting the familiar sting once again. His fingers continued to move in that delicious clockwork circle, pressing firmly when the fiend craved more of Aziraphale’s sweet moans.

“I’m close… Crowley please…” the angel had been crying, absolutely shuttering from the agony of pleasure. “May I come?”

The demon nodded, trying to keep himself in check, “come for me, Angel. You pretty thing…”

And he nearly set the Bastille’s guards running to the source of the howl. Aziraphale had liquid drenching his inner thighs, running in murky strands of milky white. Crowley ate it up, savoring the taste of a well spent seraph. Once the angel could no longer stand, the demon miracled his legs into a firm jelly, but not too firm as to forget why they ached.

[martianbugsbunny]

do you ship crosshunt? if you do, please can you write anything about them? pretty please?

omg yes friend!!!!! I do ship crosshunt, they're basically one of my top five or maybe even top three ships at this point and I am 100% planning on writing fic for them as soon as I come up with a plot lol, tysm for asking!!!!

[hotshotsxyz]

if anybody’s curious about me headspace rn this is the playlist i’ve been listening to the past couple of weeks

[neutrondivergent]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hiccup Series - Cressida Cowell Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Camicazi & Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III & Fishlegs No-Name Characters: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Camicazi (How to Train Your Dragon), Fishlegs No-Name (How to Train Your Dragon) Additional Tags: Platonic Relationships, aftermath of war, history repeats itself Summary:

Aftermath of HTTYD Book 12 (Spoilers!)

King Hiccup on the Island of Tomorrow

Title from Pompeii by Bastille

[abcd-em]

Cut Through All The Noise

Peter is lost in space. When he closes his eyes, he tricks himself into thinking that he's just floating, caught in the moment mid-swing. He keeps a list of names. Every night a new name appears on it. Some of them are people that are practically pillars of his very being. Some of them just people he thinks of in passing. All of them people he hopes are still down there. He misses home so much. Or. Peter Parker surviving after the blip.

Chapter One

[goose-diary]

spent all day making this cuz i wanted a homescreen. its like, nostalgic senior year and fear and hope for the future all wrapped up in sun imagery

[potatoesandsunshine]

if i was scanlan i would've lied in any vm book i wrote!! like!!

[landinrris]

Actual released version of To Kill a King and Bastille singing Choices? Gonna be rotating this in my mind for the next 48 hours I am unwell

[wetcatspellcaster]

hope you feel better soon! i adore the way you write and i know you didnt ask for it but if you are still open to music recs then id like to suggest: act of kindness by bastille. not really a romantic song but i like to imagine it can be seen from the perspective of Astarion towards Tav (or any of the companions towards Tav, but lets go with Astarion because reasons hahah)

cant wait for the next updates of your fics, take as much time as you need🙆🏻‍♀️💜

Hey lovely!! Thank you for the kind words, I'm feeling a little better today so fingers crossed I improve and can start posting soon, given that I planned to have two chapters up over the weekend :)))))

I love Bastille! Both Blame and Power from that album nearly made it onto the WIP playlist if you want more things to listen to (but D&D character playlists got dibs instead).

As for Act of Kindness...

This is the most relevant section to Pieces! There are two potential spoilers in these two verses, so thank you for recommending it to me xx