#lotf oneshot

[ace-is-trying]

Give me one shot ideas! Please I need ideas. 😭

[rrcenic]

lotf characters if they played genshin

anyways piggy hates jack, simon doesn’t know what he’s doing, and roger can oneshot mitachurls with barbara

@peachtaglia @lord-of-the-bundle-of-sticks @nickwildelvr LOOK I SQUISHED THE HYPERFIXATIONS TOGETHER

[teddyreblogslotf]

DUDES I FORGOT I FUCKING WROTE THIS

ANYWAYS THIS WAS A FANDOM DISCUSSION BETWEEN ME AND A FEW PPL BUT I WROTE A JALPH CHAPTER WHERE RALPH HAD MIGRAINES SO

HEADACHE RALPH CANON

[hauntingkiki]

here are the LOTF boy designs for the ‘A New Beginning’ story/oneshot!:}

I’ve been working on a LOTF writing project for almost a month and I FINALLY finished the boys designs:3

You guys are more than welcome to use these designs, but please tag me for credit!:3

[fireworkss-exe]

maybe 15 for jalph :)??

15. “I would love to go with you. Not as friends.”

"Little help over here, please? Can you hand me some- AGH! Watch where you're leaning!"

Jack glanced up. Ralph was precariously positioned on the very top rung of a ladder, glaring at the boy on the ground below him. "Sorry," Jack said, standing up straight and out of the way of the ladder. "What do you need?"

Ralph drew an exasperated sigh. "Can you hand me more paper flowers from that box? I ran out of 'em," he explained, gesturing at a garland, strung with colorful paper blossoms, tacked high up on the wall. A box, filled with similar flowers, rested on one of the ladder's lower rungs. Jack took a handful of the box's contents and handed them to Ralph.

The school gym was filled with students milling about- hanging up posters, painting backdrops, and stringing garlands around everything they could find. All of this was in preparation for the upcoming spring ball- the last important event of the school year, and it was taking place in just two days. Jack still hadn't found a date- although it seemed like half his grade had begged him to take them to the dance.

"You know what? I think it's weird that the dance's theme is just... 'spring.' Nothing creative. Why not do, like, a space-themed ball?" Ralph mused, carefully stringing blossoms onto the garland. "I can see it clear as day in my head: aluminum foil stars hanging from the ceiling and all over the walls. What do you think?"

"That's a recipe for disaster," Jack laughed. "That'd be just like the prom in Carrie. You know, that one movie where the girl offs her entire grade at the dance?"

Ralph scowled, but Jack could see the barest traces of a smile on his face. "I just wish there was more effort put into the theme, y'know?"

"You're the one on the student council. If you care so much, why didn't you do something about it?"

Rolling his eyes, Ralph groaned in frustration. "Just because I'm on the student council doesn't mean I have power over everything in the school. The events committee is the group that planned the ball. I had no say in any of this."

Jack ran a hand through his hair. The dance was in two days. Maurice couldn't stop talking about how he'd asked Sam to the big night. Even Roger had landed a plus-one for the celebration. And yet: Jack Merridew, one of the most popular boys in school, had rejected every proposal, leaving him dateless. He tried to hide it, but he was beginning to get desperate. While Ralph worked, the barest scrapings of an idea began to form in Jack's mind...

"Hey, Ralph?" Jack asked. This was it. No turning back now.

"What?"

"Do you have a date for the dance yet?"

Ralph's eyebrows knitted together. "Why, are you going to make fun of me if I say no?"

"Maybe."

As he stepped down from the ladder, Ralph replied, "Jesus Christ, you're going to make fun of me either way, aren't you? No. I don't have a date. Are you happy?"

Jack chewed his lip, taking this information in. Ralph didn't have a date. "We're in the same boat, then."

Something shifted in Ralph's eyes. He sat down on one of the ladder's lower rungs, avoiding Jack's gaze. Finally, Ralph looked up. "I would love to go with you," he murmured, voice sounding oddly weak. "Not as friends."

An ecstatic, incredulous smile broke across Jack's face. "Is it a date, then?"

"It's a date," Ralph echoed, face going beet-red. Suddenly, he grinned. "Thank you."

"Hey, don't thank me just yet, Ralphie-boy," Jack laughed, ruffling Ralph's light gold hair. "The dance is still in two days, after all."

"Doesn't mean I can't be excited," Ralph replied, then lifted up a stack of posters from the floor. "Now, are you going to help me put some of these posters up or what?"

[simonrosesblog]

New Announcements:-D

Hey Everybody I'm going to start writing stories of LOTF Ships based on your guys prompts or any ideas you want to put on my oneshots fics🤓🤓🤓

Before you start requesting here's some few rules that's needs to be follow:

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2. I will try my best to respond to each and everyone of you so please don't get mad if I reply to late.

3. Sometimes I get writers block or feel unmotivated to write so please be patient if I don't post as often.

If you want to request me your favorite LOTF Ships to write let me know in:

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Pretty Excited😆😆😆 I'm looking forward to your creative prompts ideas:-P

[conchstellations]

jack’s items

hello!!!! ummm here is a lil thing i did where it’s all the items and objects I hc jack to have or that he does have, and that would be like important to him. i think im gonna do one of these for all the boys, and eventually im gonna write more in depth about the objects and memories tied to them, but here’s like the summaries: 

knife: given to him by his father. usually kept in a plain black holder that is attached to a belt, hidden by his choir robes. he takes very good care of it, and wants it to stay pristine, but over time at the island it eventually deteriorates and gets less sharp. he nicks the hilt whenever he kills a pig, and eventually adds one for when he helped kill “the beast”. he adds one before he lights the forest on fire to catch ralph. 

simon’s choir cap badge: while he didn’t treat him very kindly, jack did like simon. he was a apart of his choir, and he considered him a friend. after simon’s death, jack goes back to where they dropped off their robes and searches for simon’s cap badge. ralph sees him there and says nothing. jack keeps it very safe.

journal: at first, he got the journal to “keep track” of choir stuff, but really he just writes in it to feel important. on the island, he writes in it like a diary until the pen runs out, which is around simon’s death. he used to play tic tac toe in it with maurice and ralph. after the pen runs out, he just reads his entries from back when they were happy.

rosary: the rosary was given to him when he joined the choir. he used to pray it as a kid to ask for protection, which helped calm him when he was scared. he likes to run his fingers over the beads when he’s nervous. he doesn’t use it too much on the island, and eventually throws it into the ocean when he stops believing. 

shell: given to him by ralph, who felt bad that jack was upset he wasn’t chief. ralph gave it to him after the fire on the mountain. it fits perfectly in jack’s palm. it’s jack’s special little conch, just for him. after he hits ralph with his spear, he smashes it with a rock, as he has no need for a fake chief title when he is the actual one.

choir cap: kind of like a more angled pillbox hat. golden badge because he is the choir leader. he holds on to it the whole time he’s on the island, because it gives him a sense of control and authority. not many of the other choir boys kept theirs on, but he wishes they did because he misses the feeling of being a special group. he would never say that, of course. 

[mccall-me-maurice]

if your writing prompt thingies are still open maybe rogermon for prompt 22? I want to hurt :)

Anon i like your style

Prompt List

[istealurfrenchfries]

Prompts?

Long time no see, y’all.  I’m in a super big mental rut (trying to double major in biological anthropology and psychology rip), and I’ve got the tiniest amount of time before I start my next semester of coursework and probably disappear off the face of the planet again.  I would also like to write something, but my current projects (*cough* I Spy *cough*) have gotten me burnt out.  If anyone would like send me some oneshot prompts, I’d be very appreciative.  In whatever you like (Hamilton, Sherlock, LoTF, Heathers, In the Heights, The Last of Us, Doctor Who, Torchwood, whatever you fancy honestly), but right now Connor from dbh has my whole entire heart.  Bonus points if there’s angst.  

[piggy-i-broke-the-conch]

Yet Again, I've Been Given the Internet and I Made Another Thing.

I've been thinking a lot lately about how people totally misinterpret Jack Merridew because actually he's really insecure, overemotional and unsure of himself throughout the whole book (or maybe I'm just misinterpreting him, but I like my interpretation more than the fanon one tbh) and I recently got MGMT's Oracular Spectacular, so now I'm thinking about it even more...

...Because the song 'Future Reflections' reminds me a lot of Jack talking about himself and Ralph. I love that song and also the album so much!

So after getting super inspired, I wrote a oneshot!

Here's the link- https://archiveofourown.org/works/14002335

And the summary-

Tomorrow the tribe will finally hunt the traitorous Ralph and end him once and for all.

So why isn't their Chief excited about it?

The untold tale of Jack Merridew's nighttime musings as he wonders where everything went wrong. And maybe he discovers some things about himself he didn't realise before along the way...

It's about Jack being conflicted over his feelings towards Ralph, being just a little gay for him and also not really wanting to be a savage murderer. At the same time though, he kinda does.

And for some reason a paragraph of it near the start is from Roger's perspective? Sorry about that ;;;

This is my 80th work (they're all oneshots) for AO3, an achievement I'm both proud and ashamed of, and I know that it's annoying to see advertisements on here, but I'd really appreciate it if you tell me what you think! I write a lot of Lord of the Flies stuff and I want to know if my characterisation is okay before I keep going with my weird Rogice/Ralmon/SIN chapter fic.

[merri-angry]

Revive-nch

Fandom: Lord of the Flies/LOTF

Part 1/1, a oneshot

Ship(s): a crack ship at the end

TWs: depressing thoughts, implied thoughts of s*icide/wanting to die, near violence

Note: feel free to give constructive criticism^^, especially when it comes to making characters more in character. Also, this was copied and pasted from a google doc so sorry if the formatting is weird

Word Count: 1,125

Summary: A classic, nonoriginal AU idea of "what if they never left the island?" Would someone die? Would rivalries be forgiven? Would Jack and Ralph kiss? Or would Ralph kiss the none existent conch instead?

Preview: Jack handed Revive-nch to Ralph. Ralph carefully held it. Tears filled Ralph's eyes. The first in a while. 

AO3 link(if you would prefer to read it there): https://archiveofourown.org/works/42478074

"Will we ever get off the island?" Ralph muttered to himself. The only thing that responded was the light rustle of leaves. It had been at least 2 years since Piggy died. Who knows, could've been even longer than that. Probably was, since he no longer heard the blood-curdling screams of feral children, and the effects of the fire were starting to heal. 

"Hopefully they think I'm dead," Ralph had begun to start saying some thoughts out loud. He didn't want his voice to fully dry up. Speaking of drying up… Ralph was currently walking towards a stream. He was close, he could tell by the familiar berry bush he occasionally ate from.

He knew eating from strange plants was dangerous, but he couldn't help but take the risk. He couldn't help but hope that the worst would happen. Even if it was painful, surely it wouldn't be the most depressing way to die.

"Maybe I should try to find Merridew's tribe," Ralph suggested to himself once he made it to the stream. Ralph cupped his hands and took quick gulps of water. After the refreshing drink, he decided to follow up with his suggestion. 

The walk to Castle Rock was far and very strange. It seemed almost too quiet as Ralph made his way to where the tribe would be. 

"Jack!" Ralph tried yelling, only to giggle at himself. How ridiculous of him- to be yelling out the name of an enemy. Ralph only hoped he was near since Jack would be more than willing to rid of him.

Once Ralph made it into Castle Rock, he frowned. There was no trace of any hunters- exception being a few sharpened sticks on the floor. Ralph sniffed the air, making himself giggle again. He was acting like a dog, smelling for the scent of their owner.

Or in his case, the smell of his demise.

Ralph turned around to leave, but before he did he heard the soft sound of footsteps. Ralph paused, and as seconds passed they got louder. From the way it sounded, there was one person in the lead followed closely by another. The rest were a blob of too many to tell how many people there were.

If the footsteps were of people. But it made sense, the footsteps were probably of the tribe. The first person Ralph saw was unexpected, but by the hair and eyes, he could tell it was Roger. He was honestly expecting Jack to be in the lead, but whatever. The moment Roger saw Ralph he froze for a second, letting out a loud shout.

"RALPH!" Roger ran towards him, sharpened stick in hand. Ralph did nothing, as he was pushed to the ground. Roger raised the stick but was stopped by a second voice.

"Roger, no!" The voice wasn't a shout, but it was firm. Roger paused to look at the other, debating if he should follow the order. Ralph could tell just by a look in his eyes. Ralph turned to see none other than Jack Merridew- plus a few others behind him.

"Chief, let me kill him!" Roger growled. Ralph prayed in his head for his end.

Jack took a few minutes to look at Ralph before responding, "no."

Ralph heard murmurs behind Jack and felt Roger hesitantly get off of him. Ralph was almost fully still, if it weren't for his breathing and heartbeat they would've assumed he died. Ralph heard footsteps approach him, ones that he assumed were Jack's.

"Get up," Jack demanded, but Ralph stayed still. What was the point of standing only to be knocked down, permanently this time? Ralph shuddered as he felt Jack try to force him onto his feat. Ralph sighed once he was standing up, and backed away from Jack. 

"You haven't changed much," Ralph smiled. While Jack kept a serious frown, Ralph could tell he was confused.

"I could kill you right now."

"Then do it," Ralph's voice almost became a growl and his response made the murmurs grow louder. Roger looked at the others and raised his stick threateningly. Before he was even finished with the threat, the others were quiet. 

"Where's the fun in that?" Oh, how the turn tables, now Jack had a wolfish grin. 

"You get to finally kill the person you probably hate the most," Ralph pointed out, only for Jack to whisper.

"That's already been done."

"Chief, what are we going to do with him?" Ralph recognized the voice of Henry. Jack turned to look at him.

"I will lead him somewhere private to talk. You guys go ahead with the feast, just leave some for us," Jack responded.

"Us implies he's coming back alive," Roger growled. Jack took a second to stare at Roger.

"For now," Jack said before motioning Ralph to follow. Ralph had nothing else to do, so he obeyed. The crowd moved to the side to let them leave, and as they walked down Ralph heard the excited yellings of children behind him.

"How many years have passed?" Ralph asked once they were just heading into the forest. "Since Piggy's…"

"At least 6," Ralph was surprised at the number.

"But… wouldn't we have changed more?" Ralph asked. Jack stopped to look at him.

"If you look close enough, yes. Though I can get how you would feel indifferent- probably living a vegan diet," Jack answered before continuing. 

"I-"

"Can you shut up until we're there?" Ralph had no idea where there was, but he immediately stopped talking. The walk wasn't too long, Ralph realized, once they made it to a familiar platform. The platform. "Sit near the edge of it."

Ralph raised a brow but followed his order. Jack disappeared for a moment before returning with a cursed object. A conch. 

"It looks like the one that was crushed," Ralph spoke his thought out loud.

"It is the same one, apparently it wasn't actually crushed- just a similar-looking shell," that probably doesn't make sense but lore doesn't care.

Jack handed Revive-nch to Ralph. Ralph carefully held it. Tears filled Ralph's eyes. The first in a while. 

"It's been so long since I've cried."

"Glad to know I caused it," Jack's reply made Ralph laugh. The silly willy.

"It's just as beautiful as the first day I saw it," Ralph smiled. Jack stayed quiet, trying to figure out what Ralph was doing. "Well, exception being that long white mark along it."

"Yeah, it may have gotten scratched," Jack reluctantly agreed. His face suddenly turned serious. "We should-"

Jack stopped once he saw Ralph kiss the conch, "what are you doing?-"

"What? Never seen a guy kiss a conch?"

"No, looks kinda gay."

"You're gay."

"Y-n-yes-no," Jack stuttered. Ralph smiled before kissing Jack.

.

.

.

Jack woke up.

[ace-is-trying]

I kept my word.

[badheadit]

little lord of the flies plots

ughhhhh i have stupid ideas for lord of the flies fanfiction but i rarely have the patience to sit down and write, its much easier to write on car rides. (please excuse my spelling errors)

anyways heres my ideas: piggy doesnt die, he goes into a coma and its jsut a little oneshot of him talking with ralph in a hospital

another is that they run out of pigs and fruit and suddenly some littluns go missing, and most of the hunters dont really wanna eat the meat that jack is cooking.

third is like actually my favourite idea, lotf + cabin in the woods. like england needs to do their sacrifice for the gods and thats what the whole situation is. maybe there could actually be a real beast, (the merman definitely) 

and i literally just thought of this, but lotf + harvester. like the island is just a simulation to make jack into a serial killer, i actually really fucking love that idea, maybe him and ralph are the only real people and he has to kill ralph in the end to wake up

[vinkunwildflowerqueen]

LOTF (Lord of the Flies) opinion? Reading it in class and still not very invested in the story. (this is my second time reading it) How’s UTEOT coming along? Think you’ll make it to 100 fics this year?? ❤️

I’ve never read Lord of the Flies! 

I still remember the first time I heard about it (in a Baby-sitter’s Club book of all places. #35 “Stacey and the Mystery of Stoneybrook”), but unlike other references in the BSC books (Nancy Drew, for one. I think I even found out about Anne Frank through BSC books) it never made me think “Oh, I have to read this!” It was more “this sounds creepy”

The more I’ve heard about it as I got older, the less it sounds like a book I would enjoy. 

But good luck with it! I know how hard it can be studying a text for school that you’re not invested in (sometimes I get stuck teaching a text that I don’t care about and that’s also hard).

UtEoT is doing well- ch 26, 101k words as of last night! 

Gosh 100 fics… maybe? I do have a few oneshots/short fics planned, so it could happen. We’ll see! 

[chinchillasinunison]

new lotf oneshot, ft. henry

also this low-key feels kinda toyetic, but in, like, a good way. i really want a simon rag doll and a piggy plushie now...

[fireworkss-exe]

Heyyy can you do number 12 from drabble list for Ralph and Jack:)

12. "Sometimes I don't know why I put up with you."

"And three, two, one... action!"

Roger and Ralph carefully watched from the auditorium's chairs as Maurice pressed the 'record' button on his iPhone 13. The school's theater was entirely deserted save for the boys. As if he were an actor ready for his big solo ballad, Jack stood alone on the stage, a lone spotlight shining down on him, making his thin body seem limned in gold.

Ralph didn't know why he even showed up at the auditorium that day. Jack was filming an audition video for the school's next big production- which just so happened to be Chicago- and he was intent on landing the role of Billy Flynn. Perhaps it was because Ralph had nothing else to do, but he reluctantly came to the theater to watch Jack sing. After all, Jack had a lovely voice, and it was always mesmerizing to watch him perform.

Grinning, Maurice watched from behind his phone screen as Jack began the first notes of the song he'd selected- "All I Care About" from Chicago. It was an ambitious choice, one that suggested that Jack would be getting the role no matter what. It wasn't long before Jack was singing at the top of his silvery voice, and Ralph couldn't help but lean forward in his seat, enraptured.

It was a shame when it was over. Maurice whooped and cheered as Jack took a smug bow, sat down, and slipped off the front of the stage, while Roger didn't even manage so much as an approving smile.

"You did awesome, Jack!" Maurice exclaimed, beaming. "The drama teacher's an idiot if she doesn't pick you."

Jack smirked and reclined on the seat next to Ralph. "The drama teacher's fired if she doesn't pick me," Jack quipped, brushing his fiery hair out of his eyes. "What did you think, Ralphie boy?"

Ralph felt his face sting with heat. Jack had taken to calling Ralph that ever since they started going out, but the latter still wasn't sure if it was mocking or not. "You did great," said Ralph. He wasn't sure how else to put his feelings into words. "I hope you get into the show."

"Oh, don't worry, I will be getting into the show," Jack replied, entwining his freckled hand with Ralph's own.

"Yeah, you'd be perfect as that sleazeball lawyer Billy Flynn. You've already got the first component mastered," Roger cut in, voice just as deadpan as usual. Maurice giggled.

"Whatever," Jack scoffed. "You're just jealous you don't have the range I do."

"Sure, jealous."

Jack stuck his tongue out at Roger.

Ralph groaned, burying his head in his free hand. "Sometimes I don't know why I put up with you," he sighed.

"Sometimes I don't know how I ended up with such a doll like you," Jack replied, then gave Ralph a peck on the cheek.

Feeling his skin grow hot where Jack had kissed it, Ralph tried to ignore Maurice's incessant, mocking giggles.