SARUU'S DEN OF INIQUITY (fanfic index)

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SARUU'S DEN OF INIQUITY

Hello everyone. This is an index where all my stuff on SaHil is, so it is easier for y'all to read and for me to find 🤣

But first: I believe there needs to be, like an About Me section on here, so that you people can know me better and all that stuff. I think its cool, anyway.

ABOUT ME:

My name is Sardeep, though here I go by suds, dippy, saru and all this other stuff. This is my face

I'm the one on the right, by the way. The other one is too cute to be me 🤣

I am 17 and I was born in Australia. Right now, I live the full UNI life in Adelaide. Like, seriously. My family is on the country side, 4 hours away, and I get to see them once every fortnight, which isn't very fun. But I get my own apartment, which is cool 🤣

And I have this really really really hot dude living two doors away (he looks like Jamie Dornan) which is also a plus.

I obsess over every thing, and I love talking, so please scrap me maybe? You can talk to me about whatever the hell you want: SaHil, hot dudes, Supernatural, hannibal the cannibal, the importance of coffee, Hemlock Grove, drugs, THE NORMAL HEART- ACTUALLY NO DONT TALK TO ME ABOUT THE NORMAL HEART BECAUSE YOURE JUST GONNA GET THE LEFT OVER PIECES OF MY ACHY HEART AND VROOM THEM IN THE BLENDER AND THEN SHOVE THE MUSH BACK INTO MY CHEST, Jensen Ackles' eyes, Bucky Barnes, Robert Downey Jr, artHURS DEATH IN MERLIN JFC, how twist and shout ruined you, why Daniel Craig is the best Bond (and how his face is something that god took his sweet sweet time making), SRK, religion, Harvey Specter's entire being, Derek Hale's worst life ever, Marshall Mathers, racism, why homosexuality is definitely not a sin, IN THE FLESH, your OTP, irish accents, sUITS, the eleventh doctor and his love for bow-ties, Harry Osborn *cries*, Sherlock Holmes, James Hunt, Channing Tatum's "My names Jeff" from 22 Jump Street, Indira Gandhi and the genocide of Sikhs she was responsible for in 1984, anYTHING.

Seriously. Do you get it? Anything. SCRAP ME PLEASE I LOVE TALKING.

Onto the index now.

In alphabetical order:

(the tags and word count will be updated as I progress)

FAN FICTION

life clung, like a disease

REMOVED DUE TO SOMEONE PLAGIARISING :(

coffee shop au

fluff, humor, angst
33,187 words

spoon full of diamonds, spoon full of gold

ONGOING

crime fiction thriller au

case fic, murder, disturbing themes, angst

502 words

"He'd been planning the killing for a while. Made a coffin out of white pine. It was beautiful. The priest was in it. He was stripped apart from his underwear and collar. He- The skin was- you couldn't see the colour of the skin it was so mottled with bruising. He had been beaten, wrists, hands broken. Post mortem, the ME said. He was actually killed by Cyanide- Hydrogen Cyanide. Ear drums punctured. Eyes carved out and placed back in. We had no idea- but he had a brand burned on to his skin pre-mortem. A word on the underside of his jaw."

"What- what was it?"

"Molester."

you are my sunshine

ONGOING

vampire au

angst, dark, gore

583 words

He screams, the sound loud and sharp, ripped and shredded, and so pliably destroyed, that it makes Aahil almost stop. The small sliver of human in him twists and turns and writhes, wanting out badly, because it doesn't seem to know that he cannot exist by having stupid, useless sympathy.
He ignores the horrified, disgusted part of his being, and continues to rip apart already frayed flesh, mind a blur of blood blood blood, hands tinted a brutal red.

SHORT STORIES

baby fic yo

ONGOING

canon au

fluff, angst, feels

1,076 words

She's yours.
Born 24^th December 2013.

Has a fondness for sleeping during the day and soapy baths.

Sorry.

look the other way

ONGOING

canon au

character study, angst

929 words

Sanam doesn't know Aahil. She cannot for the life of her understand his actions, cruel and cold one moment, unexpectedly pleasant and sincere in the next. She doesn't know him, but she would be stupid to not notice the darkness that sometimes curtains him, eyes that go bleak and blank, hands that unconsciously clench, whether in fear or anger, she doesn't know. Uncannily similar to the one that clouds Dilshad's face when reminded of Abbu and Ammi, it is also infinitely darker, and Sanam fears that the whispered conversations she catches the tail ends of are true.

Surely no Abbu can be that cruel, can they?

the choir bells sing

ONGOING

au

humor, crack, fluff

870 words

He honestly starts wondering why he chose her of all people the day she tells him that she used to keep his empty chip packets from way back when they were school, and how she put them in a scrapbook, lovingly named Aahil's Empty Chip Packets, with silver glitter love hearts decorating the front.

ONE SHOTS

hoping for something more

COMPLETE

canon compliant

hurt/comfort, angst

1,910 words

During the cold winter nights, when Abu got too angry, the lashes against his hands would turn into ugly thick welts, and Ammi would take him outside, trying to cool the pain left in his arms. They would sleep there, two souls huddled against each other, his Ammi's warm arms enveloping him, distracting him, telling eerie stories about fire and love, blood and war, and Aahil thinks that this is what Sanam needs now.

rage

COMPLETE

canon compliant

angst, hurt/comfort

1,540 words

It is the bruise on Sanam's arm shaped like the curve of fingers, that starts this all- that makes Aahil see red.

static

COMPLETE

canon au

angst

734 words

There are people now, people moving over him and through him. He's static, catching in the air, spilling out into the white spaces and filling them with agony. He's static, clawing at Sanam's hand on him- she wont let go- drawing blood, biting down hard on the rust in his mouth. He's static fighting forwards, sobs pulsing from his throat in the aftermath of his howl.

altered, estranged, disintegrated, lost

COMPLETE

au

fluff, misunderstandings

3284 words

Dear Officer Ibrahim,

Hyacinth was one of Apollo's lovers but that was an uncomfortable place to be. After his accidental death, Apollo turned him into this flower. Morbid but beautiful.

There. I think that's all of it for now.

PLS TALK TO ME.

AND FIC PROMPTS.

Please send in some fic prompts in so I can write them?

In the comments section.

Just go, yo suds I want one where Aahil gets killed by a straw' and I promise, I will write it.

PLEASE I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER <33

Hey suds I want one where Aahil is a run away groom.




p/s


Woohoo index!!!


Yeah mannn

And I want one where Aahil is insanely after Sanam like she is in one of your FF. 🤣

Congo for the index sweetheart. :)

Yes. I want one where she's hot shot but becomes poor. He's happily average. And then she works for him as his cook, not knowing she's some big shot.



Lame and nonsensical.

Make it make sense.

read every single one of them!!! PLEAAASSSEEE UPDATE ALL THE FFS N SS'S!!! WILL BE WAITING IMPATIENTLY!!! n pleeaassseee do write more on ma SaHil!!!😃

Bkmrk Thnx..will be sending a few req 😳

Congo 4 index
and bookmarked
n wil read mising parts later n thanx 4 pm

OH MY GOD I AM SO DOING THOSE THREE.

You are COMPLETELY awesome. Period.

congo!!