#snafu shelton fanfic

[boulevard-of-broken-everything]

It breaks my heart that The Pacific Fandom is basically dead.

It breaks my heart even more that it never was very large to begin with and I already read every single Sledgefu fic out there.

And it demolishes my soul entire, that somehow absolutely amazing Fanfics have disappeared.

Thinking about Peripnei's works.

Poor Unfortunate Souls, the 3:16 Verse, etc

If anyone out there was intelligent enough to download these fics, I would be so damn grateful if you could pass them on to me.

If by some wicked chance Peripnei is reading this:

I don't want to post your work, I really just want to read it again.

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If someone just wants to talk about Sledgefu, my inbox is open! :)

[theweirdgoodbyes]

never asked me once about the wrong i did: chapter 1

“Po’, po’ thing,” his granmere would lament from her rocking chair, gazing at him with those same eyes he sees in the mirror, “He already dead.”

His mama would hush her, whispering in a hurried Creole that Merriell can’t quite understand. He thinks Mama doesn’t teach him more so she can say what she wants around him, secret things he’s not old enough to understand at seven years old.

It’s Sunday after church, and everyone has made the walk to Granmere’s house which has long become too small to fit them all. They strip off their nice church shirts and hang them on the hook at the front door, a habit Mama drilled into them by the time they could walk and one of the few times all seven of her boys listened. They then make their way across the house to where Granmere sits in her rocking chair, smile across her ancient face. She sits and rocks, accepts each boy with a kiss on the cheek, a squeeze to their arm or bare belly, a tsk followed by, “Oh, po’ baby. Anna Mae, you ain’t feedin’ my boy.” By the time Merriell reaches her, he can see her expression change. The smiles fades, those pinching fingers stop their search for flesh.

“Oh, baby,” she says, reaching for the cross around her neck. It’s an old thing, as old as her and the dirt below their feet, made of crude wood. She rubs it and shakes her head, “Po’, po’ thing.”

Merriell doesn’t try to hug her anymore, and doesn’t tell anyone how much it bothers him.

Their jobs begin after greetings, shuffled into a boiling hot kitchen with the rest of the cousins, sitting Indian style wherever they can find a spot. Picking beans, chopping the sausage, whatever task Granmere has delegated to her brood takes up the next hour. Mama and the aunties bustle around the kitchen while Daddy and his uncles sit outside and smoke their cigarettes. Merriell liked Sundays for the most part, aside from Granmere’s unrelenting gaze and worried quips. Daddy didn’t drink on Sundays, so he knew the only beating he could get was a sharp rap on the knuckles for sneaking bites from the pot before dinner.

“They talkin’ ‘bout you,” Llewelyn says, a finger slick with the grease from the sausage pointing at him before motioning to Granmere and Mama, “‘bout what you did.” Llewelyn knows more Creole than the rest of them combined, on account of being the oldest, a fact he made sure they all remembered.

Merriell lowers his eyes, focusing on picking out each pea from the pod he’s cracked. He counts as he goes, a habit he’s picked up to keep him calm during these very accusations.

“Mama says it not on me,” he mumbles, the same answer he always gives. Mama says it was God that took Vernon, born minutes after him with Merriell’s umbilical cord wrapped around his neck. Mama says God took him straight to Heaven, that he was too good to be on Earth with the rest of them. Merriell always wonders if he was left behind because he wasn’t all that good. He tries to be a good boy, he really does. He listens to Mama better than any of his brothers, and always does his chores without fussing. But he’s not always a good boy. He steals candy from the store by their house, and chases their old fat cat under the porch only to poke at him with a stick while he hisses and yowls. Merriell wonders if God can see him waiting each night for their neighbor Mr. Leconte to come home, sitting on the stoop until he passes by. He always gives Merriell a wink and a wave, something that gets his heart thumping hard. Even at seven, he knows that alone makes him wicked.

Next to him, little Eugene, the only cousin younger than him, pipes up in his soft voice.

“My mama say don’t say that.”

“Your mama ain’t my fuckin’ mama,” Llewelyn spits back, sticking his knife into the next link of sausage. Eugene shrinks back, leaning closer to Merriell. Twelve years younger than Llewelyn’s fifteen, he’d always been scared of the older boy. “We all know it’s true. Ain’t you listen at church? Killin’ a sin. Don’t matter none what Merriell do for the rest of his life; he goin’ to Hell.”

Llewelyn stands with his plate of chopped sausage, handing it off to Auntie Lorraine before exiting the kitchen. He’s about to go stand with Daddy and the uncles, satelliting the outskirts, hoping for an offer of a cigarette and to be included in the menfolk talk.

Merriell keeps staring at his peas, picking away. His mind is far, far away from Granmere’s kitchen. He’s nearly counted to 50 when he feels Eugene’s small hand on his knee. He doesn’t look up.

“I don’t think it, Mer,” Eugene says, barely above a whisper. The threat of Llewelyn coming back, angry at being sent back to the kitchen with the little ones, looms over them. “You’ll be in Heaven with us.”

Merriell doesn’t say anything. He keeps picking his peas, counting, wondering if when he gets to those pearly gates in the sky, they’ll be shut tight.

Omg, hello everyone. This is the first stab at fanfic I’ve take in quite a while. Overall what I post here will be my first drafts, I will likely be posting it at ao3 upon its completion, but please enjoy this humble chapter in the meantime!

[malarkgirlypop]

Lemonade Chapter 2 (Eugene Sledge x Fem!OC)

I forgot about this story TBH, I got stuck, I think I need to re-watch the pacific again to get my brain going again. Also the other chapter I posted didn't get much interaction so I thought I would put it on hold cause I didn't think anyone would notice ahaha.

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to anyone involved.

Tag list: @next-autopsy, @xxluckystrike, @panzershrike-pretz (sorry if you didn't want to be tagged in this, let me know if you want off.)

“Something sweet?” I asked, holding out another cup. The men who passed us looked terrible. Gaunt, dirty and detached. The other nurses around me spoke to the men, welcoming them back from their mission. Most of them men smiled back, some even flirted. I tried my best not to cringe at their emaciated bodies, or injuries. My heart hurt, I had no clue what these men had seen but judging from their faces they would never forget. Our bright white uniforms looked pristine to the grime covered marines, we seemed out of place. Sticking out like sore thumbs. But the General decided it would be a good pick-me-up for the soldiers returning from their awful battles. 

“Hi, welcome back.” I said warmly to the marine who had stopped in front of me, handing him a drink. The man stood still, not moving to take the cup from my hand. I smiled trying to think of what else to say, “It’s good to see you.” Still the man stood staring directly into my eyes, glaring. My smile dropped, as I gulped. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. The marine who had been in charge of the stand told the man to move on, even then he didn’t flinch. 

“Why are you here?” He requested. The other nurses around me had stilled. We had been told to be weary, that the men that we knew before they were shipped away were not the same. Some had become more violent, easily provoked. Like they were wild bulls and we had to be careful not to spook them. They were unpredictable.   

“I’m here to serve my country.” I replied to the man, “Same as you.” His intense stare pinned me to the ground. He scoffed, taking the cup from my hand and tipping it back, then throwing it to the floor. He marched away not looking back. I let the breath I had been holding out, Ellie nudging me to get back to work. I plastered another bright smile to my face and continued to hand out drinks to the men. But for the rest of the day the man's eyes were burned into the back of my mind.

“That guy was scary.” Mary said to me as we packed up the stand we had been serving the drinks at. 

“Mary, don't say that! You don’t know what he has been through.” I scolded her, feeling bad that in the moment I was also scared. 

“Girl’s stop chit-chatting and let's go, we have things we need to do.” Ellie said as she folded the table cloth we were using. I picked up the table, folding the legs back underneath to make it easier for me to carry. 

“Hazel that table goes in the far storage tent, once you are done come meet us in the mess for dinner.” Ellie said as the rest of the nurses gathered the equipment we were using to take it back to the kitchen. I gave a sharp nod heading in the opposite direction to everyone else. I made my way through the camp, saying polite hellos to the men I passed. Some of them offered to help me carry the table to which I refused, “No it’s ok I got it.” I smiled at the marine who looked concerned, “Are you sure, isn’t that heavy?” He asked, looking at the table I held to my side. 

“Really it’s fine!” I said moving forward, the table was getting more heavy the amount of times I had to stop, they were making my trip take longer. I moved faster through the camp, stopping a couple of times to readjust my grip. Finally making it to the storage tent, I placed the table down where there was space, not caring much if that was its actual position. I shook out my tired arms. Wiggling my fingers to get the blood moving again. I wiped my brow with the back of my arm, “God it’s hot.” I muttered, fanning myself with my hands. I don’t think I have been this hot in my life, the weather here is so humid it’s like walking into a sauna. It almost feels like you’re being suffocated by the heat, it’s so thick. I finally convinced myself to walk back into the hot sun. I make my way to the mess. I can see now why all of the men barely wear any clothes. All of their uniform sleeves have been torn off to be short, some of the men walk around without any tops on. I wish I could do that, these dresses that they have us in are tight and thick. They are also white which is so impractical when we are dealing with all bodily fluids and they want us to keep them clean. Plus the amount I am sweating and the dirt and grime on my skin from having minimal access to showers really doesn’t help. I arrive at the mess to sit down with the girls before we have to move on to help in the infirmary. I push around the food on my plate, the heat for some reason doesn’t make me hungry and the thought of having a full stomach in this swelter makes me feel uncomfortable. 

“What? Are you not hungry?” Mary asks from beside me as she loads her fork with food. I shake my head pushing my tray towards her. She shakes her head.

“No, I'm about full myself.” She says also pushing her plate away. We sit and chat waiting for the rest of the girls to be done. We have to eat early so that the marines can come in and have dinner altogether and while they are doing that we help out in the infirmary.

I walk down the sandy path to the tent that has the injured and sick men. Mary walks beside me rubbing her stomach with a pained expression on her face. 

“Are you alright?” I ask her. Peering over at her, she looks pale and sweaty. 

“No, I think I ate too much.” She groans, looking ill. I pull her to the side of the path and let the nurses who follow behind us pass. I rest the back of my hand on her forehead, she’s sticky and hot. She’s a lot warmer than me though as I test my forehead heat against hers. A sheen of sweat covers her face, her appearance is pallor. 

“Girls hurry up!” Ellie calls from ahead of us. 

“Do you want me to take you back to your tent?” I queried as Mary took a deep breath shaking her head. “Are you sure? You don’t look well?” I asked again to be certain. 

“I’ll be fine, I just need to get out of this heat.” Mary replied weakly. I took her arm and dragged her along to catch up with the group. We stopped outside the tent, as Ellie went inside to speak to the doctor. 

“They are ready for us, Dr. Alpin will tell you what he needs you to do.” We followed Ellie inside the tent after she had given us the brief. The pungent smell of infection filled the warm air inside the tent. I did my best to breathe through my mouth, trying not to inhale through my nose so the smell wasn’t as strong. I heard Mary retch beside me. Ellie was quick to turn around at the noise. Mary had tried to straighten herself, but she couldn’t hold her gagging. 

“Hazel sort her out, we don’t need her puking on the men.” Ellie scolded, flicking her hand in our direction to shoo us away. I took Mary by her elbow leading her out of the tent. Only making it a couple of steps before she was hunched over and puking onto the ground. I rubbed small circles on her back as she got the remaining food out of her stomach. We made it back to the tent as I let her rest on the cot, I gave her water, and a wet towel to place on her head. 

“You rest up, drink water. I’ll be back soon.” I promised her and she weakly shook her head, her eyes still closed. I dipped out of the tent and went back to the infirmary. 

“Hazel how is she?” Ellie asked as I stood beside her. 

“She’s fine I gave her water, I’m sure she just needs to be out of the heat. She may have heat exhaustion. I will keep an eye on her tonight.” I reported back to the more senior nurse who gave a curt nod at my explanation. 

I was given the task of wound cleaning. I went around to the men who had big open skin lesions. They looked miserable as I washed their wounds with water and covered them the best I could with the little supplies I was given. I did my best at small talk while still focussing on the task at hand. It’s hard work but I like it, getting to help people is my calling apparently.  

After a long evening the girls meander back to their tents ready to get some rest after the big day. I check on Mary who snores softly in her cot, I rewet the cloth and place it back on her forehead. I slump down on my own bed, my heavy lids struggling to stay open. 

My eyes flutter open to the sound of chatter and movement. I yawn and stretch out my limbs. Getting into my uniform for the day. I nudge Mary awake. 

“How do you feel?” I ask her as she sits up looking dazed. 

“I had the weirdest dream, but other than that I feel better.” She smiles getting up and pulling on her clothes. I take my toothbrush outside to clean my teeth outside the tent. I sit on a fallen tree and brush my teeth, Mary joins me. 

“Hazel!” I heard being yelled across the camp. I look around to see who called my name. Ellie strides into view. I groan internally, I like Ellie. She is fair, but she likes me too. That means when she needs a job done she comes to me, she trusts I can get it done. 

“Yes?” I ask shielding my eyes from the bright sun to see her. 

“Can you grab the table again from the storage tent?” Ellie requested. I nodded my head standing from my position to put my toothbrush away before doing the task. 

I head down to the tent making my way quickly. I look down at the floor to ensure I don’t trip and also so I don’t get stopped to talk to by the passing marines. 

“Nurse! Nurse!” I hear being yelled, I lift my head to where the voice came from. A young man stands outside of his tent. He beckons me over with his hand. 

“Yes?” I say to the man. He is taller than me, dark thick curly hair and wide blue eyes. He grins at me as I approach. 

“Can you help me?” He asks in a thick southern accent. I look into the tent behind. I see the figure of another man inside. He moves inside the tent before I can answer him, he holds the flap open for me to follow. 

“I’m not supposed to go inside your tent, Sir.” I admitted. He only grins wider. 

“Oh we don’t bite, Miss.” He teases. I sigh, following him into the tent. I can make this quick, then no one will need to know. I can get the table and arrive back like nothing happened. 

“Now tell me, what is your name?” He inquires. I give him a confused look, wasn’t this an urgent request or did he only do this to bring me into the tent. I stiffen my stance. 

“Hazel Evans, Sir.” I replied politely. He chuckles at me. I shift wearily under his gaze. 

“I’m Snafu, but enough with the pleasantries. I need your help.” He changes the conversation, becoming more serious. 

“How can I help you?” I ask, scanning his body he has no apparent injuries or wounds. 

“Do my eyes look yellow?” He asks moving closer, widening his eyes for me to see. He leans forward, his breath tickling my face. I stare into his large eyes, his sclera appearing normal in colour. I raise my hand pulling down his lower lid to see the interior. The skin appears pink with healthy blood vessels. 

“They look fine Snafu, nothing to be worried about.” I smile at the man reassuringly patting him on his shoulder. 

“I told him that!” A voice comes from behind me, I turn to look at who spoke. My eyes go wide when they land on the tall man. His brown eyes locked onto mine, just like they did at the lemonade stand. I instinctively take a step back stunned. Snafu’s hands rest on my shoulders from behind me. He chuckles lowly hovering by my head. 

“Did Sledge frighten you?” He asks, looking from me to Sledge. I sober myself, shaking my head. I step out of Snafu’s space, my heart rate still beating fast. A tightness grows in my chest as Sledge continues to stare at me with the same angry eyes. His jaw tight, posture ridgid. I slip back on a smile. 

“No, I just didn’t hear him behind me.” I lie. “Hi, my name is Hazel.” I say extending my hand to Sledge. He glances down at my hand and then back up to me. 

“I heard.” He says shortly, not taking my extended hand. I clear my throat dropping my arm back to my side. I give a sheepish grin as my stomach knots. I need to find an excuse to leave. This Sledge guy doesn’t seem to like me very much. If looks could kill, I would've been dead yesterday and today. I gulp, finding it hard to tear my eyes away from him. My eyes scan over his face taking him in. His soft white skin now marred with dirt and cuts, his angled jaw set with anger, his brows knitted together as he stares back at me. I wonder what he sees? I don’t have any makeup on, my thick brown hair is pulled back off my face into a neat bun as the nurses cap I wear is pinned to my head. My white uniform stands out against their dirty pants and topless torsos. I break eye contact first, turning to speak to Snafu who still stands behind me. 

“I have to go, but if you need anything you can always go to the medical tent.” I smile making my way for the exit. 

“Why would I go to the medical tent, when I know you Hazel.” He gives me a cheeky smile, as I give him a laugh, “I’ll come find you.” He winks at me. I turn to leave my eyes catching Sledge’s again, he still stares at me with caution.

[jump-wings]

HBOWarDaily's Short Story Exchange 2023

Show: The Pacific

Ship: Eugene Sledge x Snafu Merriell Shelton

General Reader

For @ahsokatanoss I hope you like it!

An Evening

They crossed the corridor, Eugene in front, Merriell behind. When they reached the door, Eugene moved aside and allowed Merriell to enter his room first. He closed the door behind them. The door made no more noise than the beating of Merriell's heart. Eugene leaned back against the door, hands in his pockets. He was watching Meriell with his eyes. Merriell walked around the room a bit. He picked up a few items on the shelf and looked at them, but he neither saw what he picked up nor was he interested in the decor of the room, just a few pathetic attempts to postpone the inevitable conversation. But somehow someone had to say something, and he knew it had to be him.

''You have a nice room, Sledgehammer.'' His voice came out lower, higher-pitched, and more strained than what he had planned to say in his head. The words almost reached his lips like tiny daggers, creating wounds in his throat. Eugene caught Merriell's eyes on his own and wouldn't let go. He said thank you and waited. He would push Meriell to the end. Merriell looked away. He waited for a few seconds in the middle of the room, looking helplessly at the carpet.

''The food was very nice.'' Again a thank you came from Eugene and he waited again. His eyes are fixed on Merriell. Merriell waited too, the bitter water rising from his stomach to his throat. He finally made up his mind, he could postpone while he ate and chatted with Eugene's family, he could postpone while Eugene's father showed him their land, he could postpone while he listened to his brother reminisce about the war in Europe, but here he was in Eugene's room in Alabama, the two of them alone and he found himself in a kind of trial in Eugene's eyes. He couldn't put it off any longer, feeling like prisoner b5rought tıo court. He had nowhere to run and no excuse to escape. He lifted his eyes from the carpet and stared into the big brown eyes watching him.

''Eugene, I…''

''Why did you come?'' Eugene's voice was angry.

''To see you.'' He looked away, his voice a whisper.

Why? Why did you come to see the man you've seen too much to even say goodbye to? Suddenly, months later?

The anger in Eugene's voice grew with each word, but the anger in his voice couldn't hide the underlying pain. Eugene's pain reached Merriell. Snafu's heart ached again, with pain at the same frequency as Eugene's, a pain that had not stopped since the moment he got off the train.

Eugene rose from where he was leaning and stood upright. He clenched his hands into fists and pressed his nails into his palms.

Ever since they returned - one to Alabama, the other to Louisiana - from the endless forests of the Pacific, its hills, its rains, its muddy soil, and its endless islands that had turned into graveyards Merriell, who had always been overconfident, had been struggling with indecision. Eugene, who had a calm nature since his early youth, was angry. Everything they knew about life was rewritten in the Pacific.

He just couldn't return. He couldn't turn around and couldn't even say goodbye. He couldn't shake his hand and look into his eyes for the last time. He wanted to, but he was undecided and could not do it. His heart couldn't stand it. This was too much. He was asked to realize a reality that had never been more real until the train entered the station. Suddenly, he is asked to leave behind the last years of his life, the person was created from him in the war, the skills he was taught to fight, the brutality, the death, the blood, and the only person he has ever learned to trust and love - Eugene - and return to a life like nothing ever happened, many times he doubted its existence when he was in the muds of Okinawa. Which one was the dream? Louisiana or Okinawa? Which one was the reality?

If he had turned back and said goodbye to Eugene as he got off the train in Louisiana, he would have lost everything. He would lose those times, the times their existence was disgusting but still too valuable to lose, but most importantly, he would lose Eugene forever, his memory.

He was undecided until the last moment. While choosing what to wear - casual clothes, a suit, or even he thought about his marine uniform uniform -, while he was taking his best suit to his sister because he couldn't iron it himself, while taking leave from work, while buying the ticket for the train to Alabama, while waiting for the train to arrive at the station, while getting on the train, while sitting in his seat, while finding Eugene's house, while walking down the road to Eugene's house, while knocking on the door of Eugene's house, and yet he had come this far. Now he was standing in the middle of Eugene's room, looking into his eyes contains anger and pain.

When Eugene got off the train months ago, he didn't think anything, he didn't feel anything. In the months that followed, anger came to visit him. Why didn't he shake him by the shoulder and wake him up? Why hadn't he just woken him and said a goodbye? All this time, they had lived as if they had never met, they have never knew each other? After everything they've been through together in this world, who could understand them better than each other?Why didn't he even wake him up and say goodbye, didn't he even love him that much?

I wish I were like the men who wrote those thick books he saw in Eugene's hands, Merriell thought. Maybe I could explain it then. Snafu had made up his mind. In one breath, he said all the words that suddenly appeared in his mind.

''I couldn't say anything to you that day because I, because you… I can't say goodbye to you. I can't say goodbye to you because if I did, you would leave and I didn't want you to go. I didn't want anything to go away we lived together. I didn't know how to do it.''

Eugene listend him. Now he had figured out how to calm down. He smiled faintly, gently. He looked into the emerald green eyes of the man he loved. His eyes wandered over the dark curly hair falling on his forehead. Almost he had never seen him so helpless before.

''If you had woken me up, we would have found a way together. Don't run away from me, Snafu.''

''Never again. I am not going anywhere.''

[caffeinated-fan]

Oh, look! It's that fanfic I talked about like four months ago, then never mentioned again! YAY!

Finally got this done, and I'm pretty proud of it? I'm way more comfortable writing stuff like this than ship/xreader.

The boys who died in the hills (4258 words) by Caffeinated_fan Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Pacific (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Eugene Sledge, Merriell "Snafu" Shelton, Andrew A. "Ack-Ack" Haldane, Edward "Hillbilly" Jones, R. V. Burgin, Bill Leyden Additional Tags: Death, Minor Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Thoughts of death, non suicidal thoughts of death, Whump, canon-typical whump

[sherlollydramoine]

Dad!Snafu he’d be such a great dad Maybe like morning cuddles or something with your child

OoOOoooOOOOOoooO… I’m loving this.. I haven’t written Snafu as a dad yet. I’m going to go with a kiddo that’s about a year old.

Sighing softly as you made your way into the bedroom trying not to wake your two precious boys. The night shift at the hospital had been absolute hell and you wanted nothing more than to have a quick shower and then a good cuddle with your two favorites boys before you drifted off to sleep for a few hours.

Standing in the doorway of the bedroom you had to stifle a soft giggle at the sight before you.

There was your gloriously beautiful husband sprawled out on his back, sheets clinging to his bare hips (yes he sleeps naked- and no he doesn’t care), with your almost year old son on the mattress next to him sprawled out in the exact same position.

You’d never noticed before but like father, like son. 

Quietly you tiptoed into the bathroom and took your shower. You refused to kiss, snuggle, cuddle, or hug any of your family until after you’ve washed any potential lingering germs from your body.

Finishing your shower you were about to tiptoe out of the bathroom when you heard it. The sleepy, raspy southern voice saying “Good morning” and a soft giggle from your son.

You turn off the bathroom light, and crack the door open just slightly to watch the two for a minute.

You’d never tire of watching him interact with the baby.

Your son was now up on his knees, gurgling, and gently smacking his dad’s bare chest, while Mer just looked on wearing the dopiest of smiles.

“Hey little man, let’s go change your diaper and get breakfast started so we can feed your mama before she has to take a nap.”

Your son just cooed and slobbered all over your husbands chest while Mer giggled, he gently moved your son away so that he didn’t topple over, and then stood up allowing the sheet to fall away from his body. 

He must have known you were watching but he didn’t care, he bends down to pick up his shorts from the floor, sliding them on and securing them at his hips.

He turns around and scoops your son off the bed, bouncing him around in his arms while softly humming a tune. 

“C’mon little man, I bet you your mama is gonna be ready for some cuddles here real soon, so come help daddy make breakfast.”

Your son giggled and babbled all the way into the kitchen, drool dripping down Mer’s back. Merriell was so unphased and unbothered by that fact. 

[unknownauthor]

The Chain

60s-70s Snafu AU fic coming soon!

Summary: Merriel Shelton heads towards California, determined to prove his family wrong and make a living with the music he loves so much. On the way he picks up Layla. A spunky, spirited drifter with nothing on her mind but a good time. As they road trip cross country together, friendly feelings give way to romance. But when Merriel is drafted into the Vietnam War, they will discover if their bond is truly the chain that will never break.

[nik0-l41]

Fanfic review: "The History Books Forgot About Us (And the Bible Didn't Mention Us)" by callmejude (Ao3)

english is not my first language, so if there's grammar mistakes / mistakes of any kind, please let me know.

Title: The History Books Forgot About Us (And the Bible Didn't Mention Us)

Author: callmejude

Fandom: The Pacific (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Words: 116.947

My first impression before reading this fanfic was that it was gonna be another "Eugene and Snafu fuck a lot, have feelings and that's it" kinda fanfic, with some-but-not-enough character exploration at most.

But this is the first fanfic that appears on the Sledgefu tag under the "most bookmarked" filter for a reason. And honestly, it deserves its place.

With 20 chapters and an Explicit tag certainly well-earned, I became enraptured quite quickly with the author's way of exploring Eugene and Snafu's relationship. The character development is beautifully done. The nature of their personalities was very spot on, and treated with care. Their decisions and thoughts were well expressed, and the author made it easy to emphasize with the characters.

The plot focuses on the exploration of Snafu's and Eugene's relationship, mainly during Okinawa and China, and their relationship's perception from the point of view of others. It is, esentially and without spoilers, what it says on the summary:

Things change between Eugene and Shelton after Hamm gets shot.

For me, the main theme or focus of this story is silence: the things left unsaid, the pregnant pauses on the dialogues (not only the ones exchanged between Snafu and Eugene, but also the ones with Eugene and Burgin). The power of silence, being louder than words, something that is shown beautifully during the sex scenes.

The sex portrayed in this fanfic is desperate and raw, filled with so much emotion (and kinks). The tags used for this story mostly center around this topic: from dom/sub undertones to biting, so there's a bit for everyone.

Even though it lacks an Angst tag (something that is usually a big "turn-off" for me, moreso when it's one of the main plot points), is not like you couldn't see it coming. If you check the other tags this story has (trauma, period-typical homophobia, among others) you get a general idea that this is not gonna be a walk in the park.

The pacing is very smooth. The events have a natural rhythm, evolving slowly when everything is peaceful and escalating quickly when there's anger, in a way that doesn't feel forced.

And I think this is where the charm of it fanfic lies: it lulls you inside, until you start to get slowly accustomed to the situation: then, it prods at your feelings, pushing to see how far you can go. Just like Eugene and Snafu do, in their relationship with each other and with their friends. I didn't expect the end, if I'm being honest. It even made me cry a little, but I don't think another ending would've been posible to this story, seeing the decisions Snafu and Eugene made, so I think it's a good conclusion for a good story.

(warning: spoiler of the last scene of the fanfic)

Reading Eugene and Snafu's goodbye, and the subsequent scene with Snafu crying alone, I could only think about this song, this lyric stuck in my head on a loop:

All by himself, sittin' alone I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind.

[that50shousehusband]

Gene Reads: I Don’t Think Enough Before I Say Too Much

**I will try to avoid spoilers, but I may need to get specific at times**

I Don’t Think Enough Before I Say Too Much

I Don’t Think Enough Before I Say Too Much is a work of fanfiction written by @cantdwellonanyofit and co-authored and edited by @stolperzunge. It is based on the series The Pacific and takes place after the end of the series. It follows Eugene Sledge as he travels to New Orleans in hopes of reconnecting with Merriell Shelton. While he’s there, he begings trying to manage his relationship with Merriell, overcome his battles with PTSD, and allow himself to live freely. Eventually, he decides to return home with Merriell, to see how his friends and family will react to the prospect of him being with a man.

This work was published on Archive of Our Own (AO3) and has come to an end with a total of 10 chapters and a word count coming in at just over 54,000.

The fic can be read here. The author released a playlist related to the fic that can be listened to here.

Things to Note

This work is rated “Explicit”

There are sexual scenes and a handful of sexual jokes

Depiction of homophobia

A few uses of ethnic and homophobic slurs

Depiction of struggles with mental health and PTSD

Heavy topic of religion and religious trauma

My Thoughts

Wow. This fic is well written and very well crafted. The authors do a tremendous job of writing the characters true to the series and an outstanding job with the original character. The language used is so beautiful to read and helps get the reader into the story. This fic hit really close to home, and I think the author was sophisticated in her method of handling the topics of trauma and PTSD. Brilliant and very well done !

[theweirdgoodbyes]

this chapter almost killed me and it doubled my word count so please please enjoy while I knock the fuck out

[inglourious-imagines]

Tattoos (Bill "Hoosier" Smith)

Requested by: @alienoresimagines

Summary: Birthday in Australia.

Author's Note: I'm so bloody late for Al's birthday and I hate myself for it so apologies my lovely friend, I'm the worst, the writer's block is a bitch. Anyway, happy birthday!

Taglist: @alienoresimagines @teenmagazines @meteora-fc @eugenesmorphine @band-of-brothers-cz @real-fans  @not-john-watsons-blog @tealaquinn @ok-roemanov @mrseasycompany @punkgeekchic @wexhappyxfew @rayofshanshine @mavysnavy @easynix @stressedinadress @georgeluzwarmhugs @easy-company-tradition @immrsronaldspeirs @snafus-peckuh @curraheewestandalone @warrior-healer @justamadgirlinabox @order-of-river-phoenix

[link to my taglist is in my bio, requests are opened ♡]

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No, it wasn’t definitely something Y/N expected or wanted but his warm hand in hers was telling her that this was exactly what she needed. The way he squeezed it sent goose bumps all over her body even though the weather was sunny, no cloud could be seen on the sky that day. Y/N felt safe, like she had never felt in her entire life, and she knew it was all because of him.

Bill pulled her closer to his body like he was afraid the summer breeze might take her away from him.

“We’re almost there, lucky we haven’t met anybody.” he whispered into her ear, his lips slightly brushed against her skin, and she shivered under his touch for the second time in two minutes.

“No one can know, okay?” Y/N laughed as she looked around closely to make sure that there is indeed no familiar face watching them walk right into a tattoo parlour. “We’re still in the army, Hoos.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that, darling. No one cares about that shit any more, they just want to go home.” Bill responded quickly, a hint of irony behind his voice. Y/N couldn’t take his statement the wrong way, she wasn’t able to get mad at him for his slightly bitter note, not after what they’d been through.

“Now, the real question is,” he silenced himself for drama, “what should we get?”

Y/N made it look like she’s thinking real hard about the current problem, she could feel his hot stare, but she had decided already. “Promise me you won’t laugh.”

“I promise,” Hoosier chuckled taking his hand in hers, “unless it’s some cheesy mainstream crap. Like a wing, or heart, or a damn quote.”

The young female Marine immediately burst out laughing after those words left his mouth - typical Bill. “I can assure you it’s none of that crap.”

“So what is it?” his voice suddenly soft and tender. Hoosier looked at Y/N with so much admiration he thought it’s impossible to love someone that much, the short moment of laughter made him realize just how desperately he wants to run away with her and never come back.

“A Marine symbol. The anchor with the eagle, the globe and the rope.” she mumbled as she was somehow ashamed of what she just said. The truth was, Y/N was a proud Marine, no one could take that away from her, but admitting how important her duty was to her to Bill, that was another level of intimacy. They never talked about the war, why they enlisted or why they chose the Marines. They just did and that was all there was to it, nothing more, nothing less. They took the presence as it was threw at them, no thinking why now, here and them.

Hoosier wasn’t sure how to react at first, whether to marry the woman now and there or take her away, make passionate love to her and then marry her right away. Never in a million years did he thought that something like this his lovely Y/N would imprint into her skin forever. To remind her of all the horrors, the inhumanity and never-ending suffering?

“Why that?” Bill managed to get out of himself. He surely was surprised.

“Well,” Y/N smiled softly looking at the ground, “because it means a great deal to me. It will show me just what I’ve been through, that I shall never give up on life despite all of these things happening, that those scars that will accompany me for the rest of my being are a proof that I was there. It will show me just how much we’ve suffered so I should never ever take anything for granted. Sleep, silence, water. But most importantly,” she looked him right in the eye, her right hand caressing his cheeks gently, “Marines gave me you.”

It was as simple as that, nothing more. Y/N considered herself the luckiest person on this planet, after all they’d been through she was still standing in the dim light of an Australian tattoo parlour with the man that made her believe and hope again.

“And because it’s my birthday and I wanna do something silly and fun.” she giggled and Hoosier thought he had never loved her more like he did in that moment.

They silenced themselves for awhile, just enjoying the presence of the other. Bill’s look dropped on the little simple gold ring shining on her left ring finger that he gave her earlier that day.

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“Just shut up, I’m trying to be the romantic boyfriend I’m.” Hoosier frowned, pouting his lips. He looked rather cute than mad to her and another sweet giggles left her mouth. “Alright.”

“Okay, this isn’t some sort of proposal, okay, but I want you to know that…” he cleared his voice, glancing from her eyes to her lips and back. She could say this was pretty hard for him, expressing his feeling out loud, Hoosier was always more of touchy guy, and it made her to fall in love with him even more.

“I want you to know that you keep me sane in this mad world, the reason I’m alive is you and only you, Y/N. Happy birthday, darling.” he slipped a simple ring onto her finger, looking at the jewelry for some time as he soft smile appeared on his face.

[assembledherethevolunteers]

Day 7- Making Gingerbread Houses

A/N: Prompt #7 for @acdeaky ‘s writing challenge! I read this and I just loved the idea of Snafu trying to figure out gingerbread houses.

Pairing: Merriell ‘Snafu’ Shelton x Reader

Summary: You and Merriell make some gingerbread houses that makes Merriell a little frustrated.

Warnings: Fluff, a super subtle reference to sexy times, but nothing explicit

Taglist: @queenlover05 @theblossomknows

You pulled the gingerbread out of the over, inhaling the sweet smell of the cookies.

“Hmm…smells good,” Merriell came in the kitchen, trying to sneak a piece of the cookie.

“Ah!” You smacked his hand away.

“Ouch!”

“It just came out of the oven. You’ll burn your mouth.”

“Dere’s a nicea way ta say dat,” he frowned at you, rubbing the back of his hand as if it actually hurt.

“Your mouth will hurt more if you don’t wait for those to cool.”

Merriell held his hand out to you. “Can I get a kiss ta make it feel betta?”

You took his hand and pressed a kiss to it. “Happy now?”

Merriell gave you one of those smiles that made your heart melt a bit. “So, what are we doin wif dose?”

“We’re going to make gingerbread houses.”

Merriell looked at you skeptically.

“Come on, it’ll be fun! We’ve got frosting to stick everything and we’ve got gumdrops and everything.”

“If ya say so,” Merriell shrugged and then walked over to the table where you had everything else for the gingerbread houses laid out. “How we gonna make ‘em stick?”

“With the frosting.”

After a few more minutes, you brought the gingerbread over.

“So we jus…make houses?”

“Yes! Here, I’ll show you.” You made a quick little house without much effort or decorations. “Ta-da!”

Merriell looked at the house. “A’right,” he then grabbed a couple rectangles of the gingerbread as you started to put more decorations on yours.

“What’s dat?” He asked as you decorated.

“Snow,” you explained, putting the white frosting in front of the house.

Merriell snorted. “We in Naw Lins, darlin’. We don’t get snow.”

You rolled your eyes, deciding to ignore him for now.

For a few moments, it was quiet. Until you realized that Merriell was muttering under his breath.

“Sonuva…stupid piece uh….UGH!”

You looked over to see the pieces crumble in his hands. You continued to watch him try, but it just made it worse. You bit your bottom lip to keep from laughing.

“Doin’ alright, Mer?”

“Don’t wanna hear it from somebody dat’s got frostin’ in dey hair.”

“What?” You almost reached up to see there was when Merriell swiped some in there.

Your jaw dropped. “You didn’t just do that.”

Merriell smirked. “What ya gonna do?”

You then swiped some frosting off your house and put it on Merriell’s cheek.

“Oh it’s on now, Cher,” he got some frosting on his hand and you got up.

You ran to the kitchen, laughing, looking for something to defend yourself.

“Ah ah ah, ya gonna be trapped,” Merriell’s voice was deep and husky.

Then you then grabbed some flour. You turned to face Merriell, him with the frosting in his hand and you with the flour in yours.

Both of you raised an eyebrow, playing a game of chicken.

“I’ll lowa mine if ya do da same,” Merriell offered.

You hesitated but started to lower your flour. You watched Merriell start to, but then he moved so that he had you pinned against the kitchen counter.

You gasped as he smeared frosting on your cheek.

“AH!” You squealed and flung your flour in the general direction of him.

The two of you continued to have your food fight, making a complete mess, but it didn’t compare to how messy the two of you were. Merriell somehow got you to the floor and finally pinned down.

“You’ll never win, Y/N! Marines never give up!” Merriell smiled down at you, trying to catch his breath.

You tired to get out from under him, but he still held you down. Merriell then leaned down so that your noses were touching.

“Gonna say I won?”

You shook your head. Then Merriell pressed his lips to yours. It was a strange combination of the flour and frosting on his and your lips.

He pulled away and you tried to chase him. You opened your eyes and looked at him.

“Fine, you win.”

Merriell’s face changed so that he was fully smiling and the two of you sat up. Merriell moved around so the two of you were sitting next to each other. You both took a look around the kitchen.

“We made a mess,” you told him as you rested your head on his shoulder.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Yeah.”

“We should get it cleaned up.”

“Prolly,” Merriell said with a shrug.

“And then we can get each other cleaned up,” you smiled up at him.

Merriell looked down at you and grinned. “Imma take ya up on dat.”

[jeremyjohnirons]

i wrote a fic for the pacific and then i illustrated one of the scenes because i am attempting to become a one man fandom ouroboros

[eugenesmorphine]

Masterlist

This is my masterlist! Headcanons and Imagines will be added onto here. Maybe some preferences as well. This be kept updated a lot with each updated.

Headcanons = Bold

The Pacific

Wilbur “Runner” Conley:

“Aye Gunny”

Bill “Hoosier” Smith:

Angel Of The Battlefield

Sky Full of Stars

Eugene “Sledgehammer” Sledge:

Home Is Where My Heart Is

Lew “Chuckler” Juergens: 

A Night In Melbourne, What A Surprise

“I Need You”

Merriel “Snafu” Shelton:

A Mighty Pretty Sniper

My Girl

I Guess I Did

Robert “Bob” Leckie:

The Corps-Woman

A Game Of Chasing

Sidney Phillips:

Drunk Words Are Sober Thoughts

Bill Leyden:

Hate To Love

John Basilone:

Billion Dollar Smile

Andrew “Ack-Ack” Haldane:

“I’m Not A Damsel In Distress”

Yours Truly

Manuel “Manny” Rodriguez:

To Be Added...

Edward “Hillbilly” Jones:

To Be Added...

Romus Burgin:

Old School Southern Love

Band of Brothers

Eugene “Doc” Roe:

Back In Louisiana

War’s Over

Distanced

Rainy Day

How He Acts When He Gets Jealous

How He Acts When He Meets The Reader’s Parents

Richard “Dick” Winters:

From Afar

Paris, The City Of Love

A Cold Forest Night

Drunk Dances

Soulmates

When You Two Fight

Lewis Nixon:

Let Her Go

Wine

Mail Call

Carwood Lipton:

The Sun Does Rise Again

George Luz:

Sweet Kisses

Silent Nights

Diamond Earrings And Sweet Words

The Reader Is An Australian Civilian

Jealous Headcanons

Fluffy Headcanons

Meeting His Family

Joe Toye:

Forgotten Feelings

A Bet

After The War

Joe Liebgott:

Bar Fight

New Beginnings

Cold Nights

Wedding Headcanons

Johnny Martin:

Soothing Nights Within The Cold

Run In The Rain

No Single Nights

Buck Compton:

My Savior

Our Little Girl

Ronald Speirs:

The Highest Honor

Oh Captain, My Captain

Breathe

Pleated Skirt And White Ribbon

It Wasn’t Your Fault

Secret Love

Eternal Gratitude

Seeking Refuge

First Sightings

Edward “Babe” Heffron

Love Struck

Replacements

Bad Days To Better Days

Just A Kid

Romantic Headcanons

Chuck Grant:

Shot

David Webster:

Sickly Love

Country Love

Floyd “Tab” Talbert:

A Local Legend

Whisper Sweet Nothings

Awkward Meetings

Special Mission

Darrel “Shifty” Powers:

How He Acts When he Is Jealous

Bill Guarnere:

He Comforts You After A Loss Of A Loved One

Denver “Bull” Randleman:

To Be Added...

Frank Perconte:

Apologies

Generation Kill

BOOK!!

Livin’ The Brotherhood

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

[sherlollydramoine]

"You like to run your mouth, don't you baby girl?"-Snafu

Alright hon, I hope that this is exactly what you were thinking because this story sort of took on a life of its own, even though it was only supposed to be a short and sweet piece of smut. I’m making all of this up and honestly I didn’t do the research. Also I don’t write Snafu’s dialect well so I chose not to try… and I’ve never been to New Orleans (it’s on my bucket list of places to visit at least once)

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex (please wrap it up in real life folks), alcohol consumption

“Oh please, you couldn’t make any woman cum! I mean look at you,” you spat with as much disdain as you could muster as your eyes raked up and down his body. The body while small was definitely fit. He had olive complexed skin, strong arms and large rough looking hands. A working man's hands. The man was very handsome but you weren’t one to back down and you were not going to have to eat your words.

He just smirks in response knowing full well that you were very openly checking him out. The man in question doesn’t say much in response but instead reaches out to grab your wrist and pull you towards him.

“I’m going to prove to you that I can.”

You scoff and roll your eyes, downing the last dregs of beer as you slam the bottle down on the counter tossing some cash onto the bar knowing it was more than enough to cover the cost of the beer. 

Your friends look on in amused silence though not one of them seemed to be concerned with you leaving a bar in New Orleans with a strange man. Instead they raised their glasses in a mock salute as the stranger tugged you out the door.

You allow him to pull you outside and after a few minutes you realize you are heading towards what appears to be a less than savory part of New Orleans. The further away you moved from the bar the quieter the streets became until you could hear nothing but the occasional notes from some distant radio or a car passing by.

“If you’re going to murder me or something mister my friends saw me leave with you and the bartender seemed to know who you were. I think he called you Snafu.”

He doesn’t say anything but laughs softly. 

“If I wanted to murder you Cher it wouldn’t be here. My murdering days are behind me anyway,” he says quietly with that slow southern drawl. 

Suddenly feeling uneasy with someone who was by their own admission a murderer, said admitted murderer still had a hold of your wrist slowly pulling you along the dimly lit streets. There was a loud crash off in the distance and you let out a scream and nearly jumped out of your skin.

Apparently this amused the stranger to no end because he just ended up covering up your mouth with his free hand, and letting go of your wrist to pull you closer to him. Turning your body so that your chests were flush against each other. He brings one hand up to brush a stray bit of hair away from your face clearly trying to offer some kind of comfort.

“Quiet now Cher. It’s probably just some drunk stumbling over something or some stray animal getting into a garbage bin. I promise you that you are safe with me.”

You couldn’t help but to still feel a little uneasy.

“Where the hell are you taking me anyway?”

“Somewhere special.”

“Oh, that’s a comfort,” you mumble. Your eyes were up and scanning your surroundings trying to remember the path he’d taken after you left the bar in case, for some reason, you’d need to make a run for it.

After a few more minutes of walking you see a small house come into view. This place just seemed to have some kind of very old charm despite its dilapidated appearance. 

“We’re here Cher.”

“I-I-I- this. I’m.”

“Don’t tell me the cat’s got your tongue now? You’ve had something to say for the last three hours. I mean, you sure do like to run your mouth, don’t you baby girl?”

“I-I-What.”

He just laughs as he leads you up the steps of the rickety porch and pulls a key out of his pocket and swings the door open. The man just gestures for you to step in before him, so you do and then step off to the side while he enters right behind you shutting the door quietly. 

“You don’t have to be quiet in here girl. It’s just us, would you like another beer? I’m sure I’ve got some in the fridge.” 

“Ummm…. No I’m. I’m okay,” you stutter and he just shrugs and flips a few lights on and walks into a small kitchen. 

“So, what’s your name stranger?”

“Merriell but people either call me Mer, Snafu, or Shelton.”

“Snafu?”

“From my time in the service. It’s. It stands for situation normal all fucked up.”

“Oh? And how does one end up with a nickname like that?”

He doesn’t say anything for a minute or so and then quietly mumbles something about in the military sometimes nicknames just happen for no particular reason or another.

“Oh.”

“So you think that I forgot that you challenged me? I believe I promised you an orgasm Cher and I fully intend to follow through on that promise. Unless you’ve changed your mind?”

“No Merriell, I still think that you aren’t capable of giving a woman an orgasm.”

“There it is, that mouth, the challenge.”

You open your mouth to say something but before you were able to get any words out, his mouth was suddenly on yours. His hands find your face as one hand is suddenly on the back of your head. You moan into his mouth as your body almost melts into his and you can’t help but to think that if this is how he kisses that maybe you were wrong.

Unsure of how it happened, the next thing you know your legs hit the back of his couch and you fall backwards as his body lands on top of yours, the kiss never broken.

Your hands come up to thread in his hair as his hands reach down to push your dress up to your hips. He pulls away from you for a minute and lets out a little gasp of shock as he discovers that you weren’t wearing any panties, and you couldn’t help but to smirk.

His hand ghosts over your thighs for a second and you just squirm until his thumb flicks your clit and you cry out in shock and pleasure.

“You still believe that I can’t give you an orgasm?” he challenges as his fingers continue to work your clit.

“I-I-Ooooh.”

His beautiful ocean colored eyes are shining with amusement and something akin to arousal, while he continues working you. Your thighs are slick with your need and he slowly slides a couple of fingers into your wet pussy. His fingers are so skilled that you aren’t sure how long it’s going to take until you fall apart around him but you know that it’s coming a lot sooner than you would have liked. 

“So wet for me.”

“Mmmmm oh God Merriell… don’t… oh… don’t stop”

“And here I thought that I couldn’t make any woman cum. Turns out I can, because you’re about to and it’s only been four and a half minutes.”

As soon as the words left his mouth you felt your inner walls trembling around his fingers and your body began slightly convulsing as you babbled some incoherent nonsense, while Merriell kept finger fucking you through your orgasm.

“So, I can’t make a woman cum?”

“That- That- You-I-Fuck me?”

“Whatever you want Cher.”

And that’s exactly what he did, repeatedly while you screamed his name every time.

[keoghans]

BETA READERS

Hey y’all, I’m looking for a fan of The Pacific who would want to read, in it’s own time, a 19 pages long fic I once did for Eugene Sledge. It’s long, with thick paragraphs and it’s probably filled w mistakes bc it’s never been proofread. Last time I wrote in it was in December 2018 lol.

Is anyone up for the challenge, my dudes? Let me know!