sanctuary (a bastille/dan smith fanfic)
- Reads 18,849
- Votes 680
- Parts 35
Complete Fri, Dec 26, 20142h 52m
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)
All Rights Reserved
#20
chriswood
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
the 12 days of christmas // bastille
"I wonder which one you would be. I mean, which testament. Maybe it depends on which one of us is older." I smiled tiredly at his hand. "One tells of the beginning, and one of the end. They complete each other, like the perfect story line. And without one..." I shifted my eyes up to his face, slack with slumber but tight with wounds and dressing. Each day he didn't wake up, a bit of him was lost to death. I swallowed, pulling his hand to my chest. "...The other is lost."Complete
- Two Choices -
This is one of my older works put together into one long story.. I will also add extra chapters separately from the original.. I will however not edit it or add new chapters.. This story might be triggering to some people.. it includes topics/mentions of; Rape, suicide, mental health issues etc.. ---------- Plot: Liu woods is now trying to become a functioning adult after his parents horrific murder caused by his younger brother Jeffery woods, who is to this day is on the run. Unfortunately for him.. they reconnect and now he has to hide him away from society and deal with both of their problems.Complete
comfort of strangers // bastille
Dan was hardly aware of anyone calling his name. He let go of Este's hand and pushed through Woody and Will, racing towards the back of the cemetery. The grass was wet, and his stupid dress shoes slipped so much he kept having to catch himself just before he hit the ground. His beating heart and the sound of his ragged, terrified breathing were the only things he could hear. Dan dodged around headstones and plastic flowers, not quite sure if this maze of graves had an end. He just wanted to be wherever was safe from his enraged uncle, who seemed out for blood even today. Funeral be damned, Dan was in danger. TW list: mental illness, hallucinations, self harm, abuse (from family), neglect, mention of death of parents, funerals, vomit.Complete
Danny x Reader Fanfic. New Town, New Life, New Problems
Book 1 of 2 Your mom decided to move out to Amity Park and you notice that things here are just a bit strange. Next to a hero ghost who gets hurt a lot and enjoys your company. What could go wrong? An AU where the Disateroid never happened. This my most updated story. I'm just having fun being able to write stories anonymously for others to enjoy! Go read my other stories! #1- fenton 07/31/2021Complete
Do You Remember (Bastille/Dan Smith)
Somehow he has forgotten about me. He's lost his memory of our beautiful un-changeable past. But now he's returned. And I'm happy again, for the second time in my life. (Bastille/Dan Smith Fan-fic)Complete
Unseen {Bastille: Dyle} (completed)
my ghost, where'd you go? i can't find you in the body sleeping next to me.Complete
Just Friends?
Alex and Dan have shared years of friendship, but everything changes when they finally admit their love for each other. Just as their romance begins to bloom, Alex starts to wonder-could Dan's heart be drifting toward someone else?Complete
Star ; Bastille
Alternative Universe ; 2018 A twisted story about Dan's family versus Dan's fans... What could go wrong?Complete
"I wonder which one you would be. I mean, which testament. Maybe it depends on which one of us is older." I smiled tiredly at his hand. "One tells of the beginning, and one of the end. They complete each other, like the perfect story line. And without one..." I shifted my eyes up to his face, slack with slumber but tight with wounds and dressing. Each day he didn't wake up, a bit of him was lost to death. I swallowed, pulling his hand to my chest. "...The other is lost."
More detailsContent Guidelines