A young American woman awakens in an empty farmhouse in France. In April of 1917. Only, she's from the year 2020. Schofield and Blake come across her and offer aid. On their journey together, they learn that winning the war is by not fighting what they hate, but saving what they love. Schofield/OC. Follows main storyline of the film. Continuation depends on review feedback!

its a good comic, give it a try.

quarantine would be no fun without you, my dear. (blakefield; enjoy some fluff uwu) for down-in-flames @hpfanfictalk's modern au challenge !

it's 1917 and lance corporal william schofield may just have to watch the love of his life die in his arms...

Shadows rise and fall as the light changes. One moment the town is as clear as day, the next as dark as night. The shadows continue to swell, both terrifying and beautiful, grotesque and captivating. Schofield's frantic stumbling turns into a blind sprint as shots fire from nowhere. He throws himself on the ground for cover, but he has to continue.

William Schofield collects ghosts. It is easy to do when the war makes corpses out of men.

A poem. (Title used with regards to T. S. Eliot.)

Tom doesn't die this time. ;p When Tom and Will are sent back to england, the long friendship is shaken and they find it hard to go separate ways.

what if Clifford was in WWE?

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