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*sequel to 'Better Judgement' a Dan Smith fanfic* Three years on and Dan and Alba have had no contact. They haven't spoken, text or met up since three years ago. Kyle and Francesca decide to tie the knot, which causes Dan and Alba to run into each other again. But big new band man Dan, isn't the man Alba remembers.

This might just be the first ever Woody fan fiction.

Highest rank (1st) in #danielcampbellsmith Highest rank (1st) in #bastilledan - Alternative Universe ; 2018 - 22 year old Dan is attending an American college in hopes that he can get into an exclusive music school. Whilst he has been attending college he develops a crush on a new girl - a girl who he doesn't realise has became very popular over the sixty something days that she has been attending - but Dan is shy and very reserved. But everything changes on the morning where he gets an eviction notice...

-i'm a puppet on a string

I thought I might make this different from all the other imagines by having a theme...enjoy loads of imagines that involve the guys participating in a variety of sports..... Warnings? Strong language. (PG) And Kyle's constant accident-prone personality... (Also this may be the first Bastille imagines book about sports...)

"I can fix you." "No you can't Daniel, no one can" (Dan Smith Fanfiction) Trigger warning- Self-harm , abuse Started - 22/12/16

I make One Shots for my friend a lot so I am putting them here. (Kind of short and super random so yeah.)

A book of short stories I wrote based on bastille songs and may contain imagines too.

"I will march down an empty street like a ship into the storm No surrender, no retreat I will tear down every wall Just to keep you warm Just to bring you home I will burn this city down for a diamond in the dust I will keep you safe and sound when there's no one left to trust Will you take my hand? We can make our stand"

Please note: this is a sequel, you may understand the book better if you read the first book! △ Now Will and Woody are the only members left of Bastille, Bastille is finished, Will and Woody go and see Dans body every day, but on the third day after Dan's death, Will gets a call, which says its from Kyle, but Kyle is dead, so who is on the other side of the phone call?

"the birds are mocking me"

Tiffany and her best friend Cara go to a concert of Bastille for the first time. There Tiffany and Dan have a sort of eye contact, they both feel something special. A few months later Tiffany and Dan meet again at a festival. Will something happen between them?

'Wild World Communications! Making the world a better place, one change at a time! Here for you wherever you are!" At least, that's what they call themselves. But we prefer a different definition.

"Looking For a Little Bit of Hope These Days" Julie Neal, Bastille's Manager, is silently struggling at the hands of her abusive husband. TW: domestic violence, alcoholism, sexual assault

minimagines/imagines/oneshots彡 "Do you like the person you've become?" "Well, its better than when I went through a phase where I wanted to be Dan Smith!"

A story about Dan and a younger girl...

One day a 17 year old Dan gets a phone call from his travelling parents, saying something terrible has happened. They'll be home soon, and there will be a guest with them. A story about: grief, love, dealing with problems and a little bit of humor. (This story is old, has kinda bad grammar, but it's fun none the less. Enjoy)

Sophia Davis gets a new job as a manager for Bastille and falls in love with the main singer, Dan Smith. However, when Sophia tells Dan how she feels, Dan opens up about numerous things that make Sophia think twice. Started: 6/6/19 Finished: ????

tape 003 /// may 2nd 1993 - victim number five ; Daniels in the den ; the screen sputtered to life in the cramped space in which I had to crouch to fit in, my legs already cramping and throbbing . waiting for a few moments my finger hovering over the power key I had almost anticipated something to happen but what awaited me was only a blue reflection on my glasses. the dust floated from corner to corner almost dancing through the few rays of sunlight leaking through the small tool shed and shot out in different directions as I stood to relive my pain evidently found in my legs , hell I wouldn't be surprised if I had gained enough leg power to run a friggin 2300k. I dusted my pant legs off and turned to the door but had come to abrupt stop as a crackly voice wheezed " day three, and you would think he would've learned." taking in a sharp breath and squeezing back into the small space my eyes found a very peculiar man, with very peculiar hair and too peculiar of a smile for someone close to death. " this is the beginning kids, welcome to the show."