Imagine Bastille
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"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."Abgeschlossene Geschichte
You're A Steal- Dyle
In which Kyle is a kleptomaniac and Dan helps run a corner shop. //Major Trigger Warning for OCD/ Compulsive thoughts/ behaviour//Abgeschlossene Geschichte
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?Abgeschlossene Geschichte
Better Love //dyle//
S H O W M E A B E T T E R L O V E Heavy reference to abusive relations ships.Abgeschlossene Geschichte
It's the End of the World as we know it
Dan and Kyle are both members of the famous band called Bastille. One half of Bastille, as they would say it themselves. Dan is completely overwhelmed by his feelings towards Kyle. They are just like brothers, right...? This Dyle-story takes you through the struggles of Dan and Kyle. Will they continue as friends or will they become something more? COMPLETED [img]https://i.imgur.com/PlHlOU0.png[/img]Abgeschlossene Geschichte![The Glory of Them [Bastille Fanfiction]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/91552507-256-k435939.jpg)
The Glory of Them [Bastille Fanfiction]
Blue hues stared into my own as your hand griped mine in a shake. You were the talent everyone had been telling me about. The man whose name I had heard a million times without ever meeting. This was only the beginning of our Glory. I don't own Bastille or anything from them just own my ideas I created in this story. In Top 10 for Bastille Yes it's long as all heck, but it follows pretty much every year up to a certain album.Abgeschlossene Geschichte
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)Abgeschlossene Geschichte![Power Hungry [Bastille Story]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/86597665-256-k850685.jpg)
Power Hungry [Bastille Story]
You wanted it all. To rule my world. We clashed when you drank. When sober we molded together like clay. What about when you raised a hand to me and I left? Are you better now? Whose power hungry now Dan?Abgeschlossene Geschichte
Oblivion (bastille/dan smith)
everyday was the same for Bastille member Dan Smith; wake up, struggle through the day, eat and then perform to thousands of people. Performing was when Dan felt at ease, felt free, like he ruled the world but any other time life was unfair, a struggle, a huge weight on his shoulders. He needed something, someone to help him through each day, a friend. But when he finds Hollie a girl with exactly the same problems as Dan, will their friendship grow?Abgeschlossene Geschichte
Trees- Dyle
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"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."
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