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WWII (Book 1)

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Back in 1932, I was 17 years old when I met the love of my life. Here is : Our story. Or what's left of it.All Rights Reserved

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the 12 days of christmas // bastille by trucefully

"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."

Unseen {Bastille: Dyle} (completed) by -bastille-

my ghost, where'd you go? i can't find you in the body sleeping next to me.

Aҽσɳιαɳ💮j.e. by PinkestSea

[BOOK 1] {Fem! Reader} յɑѵíҽɾ × ɾҽɑժҽɾ Aeonian: lasting for an immeasurably or indefinitely long period of time. . . . . "My love for him is everlasting." (Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. They belong to Rockstar)

Bucky part 2 1/2 by ElizabethCurry7

my back story with the boys and how i met them

His Anchor [Bastille Fanfiction] by ColdBastilleMusic

She was one of those people who just made so much sense to me. The way she hummed when she smiled or the way her voice danced in the air. She was my muse yet she barely knew I existed. That was until her life became my song. Where would we go from there. Started May 31st 2017

The Promise by cradle_life

When they were young he made a promise to her. Then the war tore them apart. As battles rage all over Europe all they have left are the memories of each other and the promise he made. When fate throws them together once again, it will take all the strength of one and the hope of the other to try and defeat the odds. In the very pit of brutality, death, and misery a love story dares to bloom. But can it survive?

The Draw (A Bastille fanfic) by bastille_bec

Taylor Smith is on a destructive path. She’s lost all of her friends, she’s been thrown out of uni, she’s run out of money and now she’s been made homeless. After living rough on the streets she decides that her only option is to find her brother Dan. The only problem is, she hasn’t seen her brother in over 5 years. How will he react to his sister coming back onto the scene? And how will Taylor fit into Dan’s new hectic lifestyle and how will she ensure that she doesn’t fall down again?

We Were Greedy by Hell-Later-On

There's a couple of lines I told myself I would never, ever cross. Little did I know that I would cross them all, all at the same time. I was happy with my life, I had a boyfriend who I loved and who loved me back. But maybe that's what was the problem, it was too easy. I wasn't fully living, I was just being happy with what I had, never wanting more, never reaching for more. But I realized that he was everything that I wanted, I became greedy. We became greedy. (Dan Smith fanfic.)

[[[the wonderful mess that we've made]]] [[[part iii]]] by KayClarkey

'Lily.' A soft voice said from somewhere in the dark. My head was fuzzy and my body discontented from my brain. But the main thing was I felt no pain. I felt relief. I wasn't in the rubble anymore. I could hear beeps and distant voices. I knew I was safe in hospital. 'Lily, open your eyes.' I knew that voice. A happiness crept over me. 'Dan?' I tried to say but barely a sound left my dry mouth. 'Hey sleepy head.' It took far too much effort to do as I was told, but I eventually opened my eyes to see his beautiful face near mine. He was lying beside me in a hospital bed. The window behind him was dark. I wondered what time or what day it even was. I then noticed one of his hands was stroking my face and the other holding mine. 'You know how to scare me.' He laughed sourly. 'Sorry.' I whispered. 'De ja vu.' I told him. It was just like the time is woken up in hospital all those years ago with Dan beside me. I had so many questions but no brain capacity to ask just yet. I wanted to go back to sleep. And that's what I did.

Déjà vu | ✓ by weirdpranialive_

Ephemeral - lasting only for a short time The love which had no bounds, now just left some deep wounds, The jar of love which we thought we will keep till eternity, Was now just empty, We fell in love due to a simple complication, But miscommunication lead us to fall out, Falling in love seems really cheesy, But falling out ain't really easy, People said our love was like wine, But shouldn't it have gone better with time? Started - 1/5/2022 Ended - 11/4/2023

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Unseen {Bastille: Dyle} (completed) cover

Aҽσɳ�ιαɳ💮j.e. cover

Bucky part 2 1/2 cover

His Anchor [Bastille Fanfiction] cover

The Promise cover

The Draw (A Bastille fanfic) cover

We Were Greedy cover

[[[the wonderful mess that we've made]]] [[[part iii]]] cover

Déjà vu | ✓ cover

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."