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Title: Everything The War Calls Out Of Us
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foxtales & cocking_about
Artist:kikiriki23
Fandom: Top Gear
Genre: Gen, WWI AU
Characters: Richard, James & Jeremy
Rating: R
Word Count: ~17,000
Warnings: Language, violence and gore.
Disclaimer: Although an attempt was made to be somewhat historically accurate regarding the major events surrounding the Battle of Bourlon Wood, this is a fictionalised account and cannot be taken as truth. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is totally intentional but completely unauthorised. No money is being made from their names and likenesses.
Summary: Jeremy laid back as well, his head spinning a bit and not just from his wound. Greasy, tasteless food, toxic mud, an enemy that could stumble across them at any moment, seam squirrels and rats and flies and stench, and milk tablets, for god's sake. He wasn't a religious man, but he found himself praying they found the Allied lines, and soon.
Authors' notes: Enormous thanks to the mods of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
rpf_big_bang for all their hard work in putting this challenge together! foxtales and I also want to thank tarteaucitron so, so much for her excellent beta work and Britpick (even though Top Gear's hardly her favourite), and elmathelas and msilverstar for the additional and invaluable help in the beta department.
Link To Fic: Everything The War Calls Out Of Us
Link To Art: Fabulousness!
Authors:
foxtales & cocking_about Artist:
kikiriki23 Fandom: Top Gear
Genre: Gen, WWI AU
Characters: Richard, James & Jeremy
Rating: R
Word Count: ~17,000
Warnings: Language, violence and gore.
Disclaimer: Although an attempt was made to be somewhat historically accurate regarding the major events surrounding the Battle of Bourlon Wood, this is a fictionalised account and cannot be taken as truth. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is totally intentional but completely unauthorised. No money is being made from their names and likenesses.
Summary: Jeremy laid back as well, his head spinning a bit and not just from his wound. Greasy, tasteless food, toxic mud, an enemy that could stumble across them at any moment, seam squirrels and rats and flies and stench, and milk tablets, for god's sake. He wasn't a religious man, but he found himself praying they found the Allied lines, and soon.
Authors' notes: Enormous thanks to the mods of
rpf_big_bang for all their hard work in putting this challenge together! foxtales and I also want to thank tarteaucitron so, so much for her excellent beta work and Britpick (even though Top Gear's hardly her favourite), and elmathelas and msilverstar for the additional and invaluable help in the beta department. Link To Fic: Everything The War Calls Out Of Us
Link To Art: Fabulousness!
