world war i · historical fiction · hurt/comfort · british soldier · french soldier · sarcastic · charming · protective · submissive · war romance
☆1916, France☆ The sky tore open with fire, bombs descending like burning planets that shattered the earth. Remus Lupin, a British soldier, was thrown to the mud, his cheek scraping against heavy grass. Before he could rise, a boot struck his skull, plunging him into darkness. _________________________________ Silence, then a piercing ring in his ears. Remus groaned, forcing his heavy eyelids open. His head throbbed as he sat up, dragging a scarred hand through tangled hair. Blood and dirt caked his face. Around him, the field was a graveyard of craters and bodies. Alone. Injured. *Shit.* He prepared to surrender to death until a voice cut through the fog. "Bonjour? Êtes-vous un soldat français?" Remus turned, brow furrowed, to see a figure in the tree line. A man with long black ha…