#sledgefu week

[lamialamia]

Love of my life, don't leave me. You've taken my love, and now desert me.

(Love of my life - Queen)

For @sledgefuweek prompt "Lies and Promises"

[rockpaperscissuhs]

SLEDGEFU VIETNAM WAR AU

Day 5: Different War AU for SLEDGEFU WEEK 2024

Video description, and footage/music credit list below

Video edit about the characters Eugene Sledge and Merriell "Snafu" Shelton from the Pacific, set to the song All Along the Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix. The video uses footage of the characters mixed in with footage from several different movies and documentaries about the Vietnam War.

All Along the Watchtower covered by Jimi Hendrix

Forrest Gump (1994)

Full Metal Jacket (1987)

Good Morning Vietnam (1987)

Hamburger Hill (1987)

Platoon (1986)

The Pacific (2010)

Vietnam in HD (2011)

We Were Soldiers (2002)

[theweirdgoodbyes]

EUGENE/MERRIELL X WICKED GAMES

[sledgefuweek]

Sledgefu Week 2024

Thanks to you guys we’ll be doing our seventh Sledgefu Week from August 30 to September 5 and for that we need prompts!

Each day of Sledgefu Week will feature a prompt you can create something for (fanfics, moodboards, fanvids, poems, edits, art, playlists, anything is possible) and those prompts will be suggested and voted for by you :D

In this first round it’s all about suggesting prompts which typically work best when they are broad, so think of some single words or short phrases that could be interpreted in many ways, but please keep them SFW (your creations later on can be explicit!).

In the form itself you’ll find a list of past prompts so you don’t risk submitting doubles since we like to do new prompts each year. Those past prompts will also give you an idea for what you can submit if you are unsure. If in doubt, submit the idea anyway, it might work out after all :)

You can also always ask us here on tumblr, if you have any questions, or you can join our Discord server and chat with us there :)

You have until August 1 09:00 AM CEST to submit your prompts.

After that we will sort through the submissions, remove doubles, group prompts that are very similar and then we’ll post another form where you can vote which of the submitted prompts you wanna see during the week :D The form is anonymous btw!

Click here for the form. We can’t wait to see what you guys come up with!

[bossboudicca]

sledgefu

bad for you//the steeldrivers

[alcordraws]

Sledgefu Week day 1: powers

Fox boy and fire boy!

@sledgefuweek

[eugeneshelton]

drawn for sledgefu week 2023 (day 1: powers)

a spiderverse take on our boys because i'm lazy and this seemed like the easiest way out <3

[baberoe-archive]

bit early w this (sorry!) but here is my submission for sledgefu week 2023 day 5 memories!

archival footage on ao3 : three scenes from the war in 35 mm

T, 1851 words, no content warnings

[lesbians4kurt]

City That Care Forgot - Chapter 8: Just A Little Overcome

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans, and miss it each night and day? I know I’m not wrong, the feeling’s gettin’ stronger the longer I stay away.

Following the catastrophic aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, tens of thousands of displaced New Orleans residents are dispersed throughout the United States. One of which is Merriell Shelton, Eugene's newest classmate in French III, who he finds himself increasingly drawn to.

aka the intensely researched hurricane katrina au that nobody asked for lol

+ chapter 8 has been posted :D

[lamialamia]

Different War AU - To fight a hurricane

@sledgefuweek - E - 16087 w

Hillbilly didn't look amused, "Having sex in the Jaeger pit is not allowed. One strike and I'll personally stuff your mouth with a blue ticket."

Snafu raised his hand, "So making out is okay?"

[rockpaperscissuhs]

Burgie's POV: You left your mortar squad unsupervised for one (1) night, and Sledge and Snafu had a verbal altercation, which then tipped Peck over the edge into a mental breakdown and got Hamm killed

Day 2: Outsider POV for SLEDGEFU WEEK 2024

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[danopdf]

BofB ship days of the week:

Winnix Monday

LuzToye Tuesday (nominated by @resting-distressed-face )

Webgott Wednesday

Baberoe Thursday (nominated by @monkeyoc )

Randlemartin Friday (nominated by @taylaaversion )

Sledgefu Saturday (not BofB but I will take it) (Nominated by @vera-263 )

Skippenklarkey Saturday (‘we should have a rare pair’ nominated by @spinteresting )

Speirton Sunday

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What do we think of this for the final list!

[sledgefuweek]

Hello, everyone!

Since it's already June, we saw it fitting to conduct an interest poll!

Once we get the results from this one, we will also make a poll to decide on dates.

We're awaiting your responses! ❤️

[sharedquarters]

hbo war couples as the neighourhood songs

webgott - reflections

where have you been? do you know when you’re comin’ back? since you’ve been gone i’ve got a long, but i’ve been sad. i tried to put it out for you to get. could’ve, should’ve, but you never did. wish you wanted it a little bit more, but it’s a chore for you to give.

baberoe - pretty boy

even if my heart stops beating, you’re the only thing i need with me. even if the earth starts shaking, you’re the only thing worth taking with me.

winnix - compass

you listen to my lectures on the phone. you help me find the treasure in the hole. you’ll tell me if i’m acting like a fool. i know you’re not something to lose, now.

luztoye - alleyways

if things were different, we were young, skinny dipping, having fun, i remember. all i wanted would become everything i ever loved, i remember.

spierton - tobacco sunburst

looked in those brown eyes, i thought i found myself. damn, it’s been awhile looking in your blue eyes, never knew i’d lose myself, in the tobacco sunburst sky.

sledgefu - void

i’ll fight just to do somethin’, i’ll fight cause i got nothin’. even if i lose again, i can’t quit. i wonder how i got by this week, i only touched you once.

[alcordraws]

Sledgefu week day two: royalty

Snafu doesn’t even use the right title. They’re both dumb of ass, your honor

@sledgefuweek

[eugeneshelton]

kiss it better.

written for @sledgefuweek 2023 (day 3: scars)

sledge learns something unexpected about his mortar squad buddy.

It was approximately 1600 when we reached the camp. Most of the guys dropped their packs where they stood and made a beeline to the ocean, but Shelton and I went to our tent. I couldn't help but notice that he looked more tense and tired than usual.

"Fuck." He sat down on his cot with a sigh, head dropping between his shoulders. "I feel like shit, Eugene."

He didn't look up at me, but I could easily picture his expression when he said that. Eyes barely open due to exhaustion, chapped lips bit so hard they were bleeding, sweat and tears falling in rivulets down his dirty, gaunt face. I wished I could kiss him better and make him forget about the world. It would just be us, holding each other close on that flimsy cot and maybe finally getting some sleep.

"Why don't we go wash off?" I suggested instead, sitting down next to him. Our knees bumped against each other and I struggled not to blush. "I think it'd do you well."

"You sayin' I stink, Sledge?"

In spite of how tired he was, he still managed to give me one of those disarming, smug smiles. I could feel my cheeks heat up.

"That's not what I meant."

"I'm just teasin'." He rested his head on my shoulder. Thankfully the mud on my face would help cover any signs of bashfulness. "Alright, let's go."

We walked in silence until we reached the shore. Most of our friends were still in the water, swimming or splashing at each other like kids - most of us still were kids, and this was one of those rare moments where we were allowed to act like it.

Something about that sight made my heart ache.

"C'mon, Sledge." Snafu poked my arm, having already stripped off. Christ, he was shameless. Unfortunately, I was starting to mind it less and less.

I watched him run to the water as I preoccupied myself with undressing. I set down my folded clothes next to his, left in a disorganized pile, and followed in his footsteps. Cold water lapped at my shins as I stepped in, lacking the confidence Shelton had to run to the ocean and dive in headfirst. Except he did not do it this time. He seemed apprehensive, only walking deep enough for the water to reach his waist. I only saw him dip his torso once - and he winced as he did it. He walked out sooner than usual, too. Not wanting to possibly humiliate him in front of everyone, I waited a few minutes before following him back to the tent.

As I pushed aside the door flap, my heart sank. Snafu was sitting on his cot, shirtless, a long laceration visible on his shoulder blade.

"Jesus." I immediately regretted not keeping my mouth shut, as he quickly turned his head toward me. I have never seen him look so embarrassed before. "I'm sorry, Shelton."

"Did you do it?"

"What?"

"Did you hurt me like that?"

"...No."

"Then don't apologize. It's stupid."

I sat down next to him, trying to offer comfort. He refused to look at me, going as far as to move away when I tried to touch him. Nonetheless, I craned my neck to try and get a better look at his wound.

"Shelton, I really think you should get that checked out."

"It's just a scrape. I'll manage."

"What if it gets infected?" I tried to reason with him, knowing how he was about illnesses. "You could get sick, Snafu."

"Fuck off."

As infuriating as his behavior was, I couldn't find it in my heart to be angry with him. That's just how he was - too proud to let anyone see him so vulnerable, much less help him when he needed it. I got up with a sigh and knelt down in front of him.

"Hey, my old man is a doctor. You can trust me."

I must have reached him somehow, because he turned his face back to me. He looked just as tired as before, but… sadder. I reached out to squeeze his hand reassuringly and, surprisingly, he squeezed back. That little gesture was enough to both fill me with hope but also make me anxious.

"Fine. Just… don't make a big deal out of it."

I let go of his hand and got up to look for supplies. He looked at me expectedly the whole time, fidgeting with the loose thread on his pants. Once I gathered everything, I led him to my cot and turned on the little table lamp beside it.

"You promise you won't tell Doc Caswell?"

"I promise, Snafu."

"...Merriell. That's my name. You can call me Merriell."

Merriell. What a beautiful name. I must have said that out loud because he looked away, seeming a little flustered. Putting this incident aside for my own good, I set out to work. Thankfully, the laceration was not too deep and did not require any stitches. I dipped a cotton swab in rubbing alcohol and gently brushed it near the edge of the wound. Merriell winced, his shoulders tensing up. Looking at his body up close, I noticed a number of small, pale markings all over his back.

"Merriell?"

"Yeah?" he said through gritted teeth, visibly uncomfortable.

"Have you been hiding things from us?"

"...What things?"

"Have you not been telling us when you got hurt?"

He stilled. I regretted asking this question because as soon as I did, he seemed to close in on himself. He looked ashamed, borderline scared. Like a child getting scolded. Against my better judgment, I cupped his cheek and turned his face toward mine.

"You don't have to hide things like that from me, you know. If anything like that happens ever again, I'll help you out. I promise."

Merriell just stared at me, chalky blue eyes glistening with unshed tears. I was preparing for an outburst - a shove, yelling, even a punch. Instead, he kissed me. And it was the most gentle kiss of my life. He kissed me with warmth and tenderness I would have never expected of him, or of anyone else for that matter. It felt so right to feel his arm wrap around my waist, his fingers brush through my hair, his lips press against mine.

"Eugene?" he whispered.

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

This time it was I who pulled him into a kiss, more passionate than the one before, but just as loving. I held his face in my hands, letting my fingertips brush against the stubble on his jawline, his high cheekbones, the soft, short curls on his temples. He grabbed hold of my shirt, pulling so hard he could rip it off if he wanted. I didn't care in the slightest. He could do whatever he wanted. I was all his and he was all mine. We only separated when neither of us could breathe anymore.

"I love you, Eugene." He gave me the brightest, most sincere smile I've ever seen. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too, Merriell."

I pulled him into a hug - too carelessly, unfortunately, as I brushed against the cut on his shoulder blade. He winced again, this time not hiding his scrunched face. I kissed him everywhere I could, apologetically, until I felt him relax again.

"Thanks for kissin' me better," he chuckled.

"That's what I'm here for."

With that, I resumed cleaning his wound. Merriell took it much better this time, only frowning when I swiped the alcohol-soaked swab across a particularly tender area. We finished in no time and, having bandaged the cut, I gave him one last kiss as a reward for good behavior.

"Gene?"

"What is it? Is there anything else you need?"

"Not at all, just… thanks for doing all this. You didn't have to."

"Aw, Merriell." I ran my fingers through his curls. "It's nothing. I'll always be there to take care of you."

He rested his head on my shoulder, lacing our hands together.

"Y'know, I was afraid you wouldn't like me," he confessed. "And now I feel bad because of how awful I was to you. I'm sorry."

"Hey, I get it." I squeezed his hand reassuringly. "I felt the same way. I was prepared for you to break my nose when I held your face the first time."

"Aw, I could never! Your nose is so pretty!"

I blushed, apparently profusely enough for Merriell to find it funny. I didn't mind it, though - his laugh was the most beautiful sound in the world. Eventually, we laid down on the cot, limbs tangled together and faces barely a few inches away from each other. Everything about him was beautiful, from his bright eyes and raven hair, the soft curl of his lips and gentle slope of his nose, toned arms and lean waist, down to the way he talked with that mellow Cajun lilt. I loved everything about him. He must have loved everything about me, too, as he seemed to examine my features with all the scrutiny of an art critic. Merriell must have noticed my shyness because he gently brushed his thumb against my cheekbone and guided my head down to his chest.

"Hear that?" He pressed my head closer to his chest so I could hear the gentle, rhythmic beating of his heart. "It's all yours, Gene."

I wrapped my arms tighter around his waist, barely able to stop myself from crying. My impeccable luck drove me to find the love of my life in the middle of a war zone and I made a silent vow to never let him go. I'll always be there to take care of you, Merriell. I'll make good on this promise.