#lotf writing

[hauntingkiki]

I’ve been working on this and a few other chapters for this for a few days and I just wanted to see if people would be willing/interested in reading the full thing when I’m finished!!:}

This IS the full ‘beginning’ chapter for the book I plan on publishing (on wattpad 😶) at some point, and there will be more information about this when the book is finished!:D

A New Beginning

Ralph x Reader

Lord of the Flies

2nd POV

You bit your lip harshly, holding back tears as your bottom lip quivered against your teeth. You let go of Molly's hand, rubbing your eyes with your uniform sleeve as the tears finally spilled from your eyes.

Molly softly gasped and gently tapped your shoulder, her eyes wide as she glanced around at the faces that watched the two of you in what looked like awe.

Pulling the sleeves away, your puffy eyes went wide at all the eyes that were on the two of you.

Boys. All boys; ranging from ages of 7 years old to 16 years old.

Embarrassed, you walked a few steps whilst keeping your attention on the floor as you took a seat not too far away from where you stood. You sighed heavily, watching Molly take a seat next to a pale ginger, dressed in a black cloak with a matching hat out of the corner of your eye.

The boy that sat to your left exhaled loudly, shifting around in his seat when the engines roared loudly outside. He squeezed his eyes shut, flexing his hands as the plane started to pick up speed slowly.

Faintly turning your head, you watched as the boy squirmed uncontrollably in his chair. You hesitated a hand out to him before sucking in a breath and placing a hand atop of his.

His eyes shot open at the contact, the two of you staring into each others eyes for a moment before he swallowed thickly, nodding his head quickly and vaguely as he spoke. "T-thank you." He gasped out quietly, wiping his brow with his left uniform sleeve. He slowly rotated his hand that was underneath yours, allowing you to intertwine your fingers with his.

Nodding, you gently squeeze his hand. "It's not a problem." You reassured warmly, smiling softly at him as you felt his body slowly relax.

The boy seemed to be around 15, he had somewhat deep smile lines that complimented his lighter tan skin perfectly.

He had a few freckles that coated his skin; a few on his cheeks, a blotchy one near the outer corner of his right eye, and a few on his neck and hands (that were noticeable to the naked eye).

His eyes were a beautiful hazel color- blue-gray color speckled around as well when the sun hits his eyes just right.

His hair was neat and well kept, his bangs slightly pushed back with gel, but not too much, just enough to where some of the pieces were slicked back. Some of the pieces fell back in front of his face, making him run his left hand through his hair every few minutes. It was a light dirty-brown color, not too blond and not too brown either.

The boy tensed back up as the plane took off, gripping your hand tightly as he shut his eyes again.

You turned your head towards the boy, watching as he flexed his left hand as he took deep, quick breaths. You shifted in your seat, turning to the boy the best you could, making his eyes flutter open as he felt your hand shift around in his grasp.

The two of you made eye contact, not looking away as the plane continued to incline, rumbling slightly from the engines and the turbulence. "I'm Y/N." You intruded, smiling warmly at the boy in hopes it'll take his mind off of the bumpy flight. "Y/N L/N."

He nodded faintly before nodding at a noticeable pace, wearily smiling back at you. "I'm Ralph." The blond introduced. "Ralph Hudson."

You beamed with a smile, tilting your head to the left so your head was leaning on the seat you were sitting in. "It's nice to meet you, Ralph." You gushed, moving some hair out of your face. You faintly heard him mutter a 'you too' under his breath, his gaze on his lap. "Do you have any hobbies?"

The boy perked up, his eyes slightly sparkling at the question. Even though he was popular at his school, no one really asked him personal questions; sure he'd get asked 'How's your day', 'What are you doing over the weekend?' And 'You're in track and basketball, right?' But, no one ever asked a question like that before.

He hesitated for a moment, his cheeks flushed nervously before he spoke. "I do track and basketball..." He started, clearly not knowing what else to say. "...I also like to draw with my older sister."

You gasped lightly, placing your right hand atop of your other hand and his, startling the boy slightly. "No way! You have a sister?" You cheerily asked, making him softly smile. "Do you have any other siblings?"

Ralph nodded. "Yeah, my mom's expecting so, I'm going to be a big brother." As he spoke, he slowly got more comfortable, his demeanor getting brighter as he rambled on. "Oh! My dad's in the Navy, he's out keeping us safe! So, it's just been my sister, my mom and me."

You nodded excitedly, also relieved that he's not anxious about the flight anymore as well. "That's cool!" You laughed, the two of you nodding in sync.

A grin made its way onto his lips, sighing with a faint chuckle at the end. "What about you?" He asked, fully turning his body towards you like how you were. "Do you have any siblings? What's your family like?- if you're comfortable with answering."

You hummed in thought, thinking for a moment. "Well, it's just my mom, my older brother and I as well." You shrugged slightly. "My dad's always away for business; he works for a BIIIGGG company." You waved your free hand around, emphasizing the 'big' aspect.

He hummed in agreement, running a hand through his hair before peering around the plane. His eyes landed on Molly, pointing to her with his free hand, he quirked a brow towards you. "Who's she?" He asked curiously, remembering that the two of you came into the cabin together; hand in hand.

You whipped your head over to the girl, smiling brightly and getting ready to call her over before it slowly fell, your brow raising at her.

Molly and the ginger laughed loudly with one another, Molly trying to calm herself down before laughing again as the teen joked at her.

You turned back to Ralph, shrugging slightly as the two of you chuckled at the interaction. "She's one of my closest friends, her name's Molly." You introduced her, waving your free hand slightly.

Ralph nodded faintly, smiling. He went to open his mouth before the plane shook violently, a loud crash booming outside.

Everyone on the plane screamed, some of the boys flying into the isle since they didn't put their seatbelts on. Yells and cries erupted in the plane, everyone not knowing what was going on.

"WHAT HAPPENED?!" A voice called out, followed by a younger voice wailing loudly.

A boy a few rows in front of Ralph and you glanced out the window, his black, almost tight curled hair pressing against the glass and his face. He gasped loudly, peeling away from the window before sitting up on his knees to see everyone in the cabin the best he could. "WERE GOING DOWN!!" He called out, making everyone scream in terror.

Your eyes with wide, screaming as your right hand gripped on the armrest as you felt the plane quickly decline. You froze, snapping your head towards Ralph as he gripped at your hand tightly, his nails digging into your skin. You glanced out the window with a gasp, leaning forward and over the boy to shut it so he couldn't look out. "Don't look out the windows, Ralph!" You spoke over the screaming, getting back in your seat.

He nodded violently, taking quick breaths as he shut his eyes. 

The plane tilted side to side as it made its way down towards the water, the right wing crashing into a coral reef, causing the plane to harshly crash into the ocean.

One of the boys stumbled out of his seat. He made his way over to the emergency exit, turning to you all as he shoved his black curly hair out of his eyes. "Come on! We have to go!"

Everyone quickly unbuckled, running out of their seats and over to the boy.

He opened the emergency door, water rushing in as the plane slowly sank into the ocean.

"Wait! Where's the captain?!" A boy around your age gasped, fixing his glasses as he glanced around for the man.

“Uhh, guys?” One of the younger boys called out, turning away from the open door to the captain’s pit. “Captain Benson isn’t responding!”

A boy standing next to the ginger and Molly gasped, gripping at his black hair with wide eyes. “WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?!” He wailed, turning to the auburn haired boy and shook him violently by the shoulders.

Ralph held his hands out slightly, calling out to everyone so their attention was on him. He perked up as you whistled with your fingers in your mouth, catching everyone’s attention. He smiled with a sparkle in his eyes before turning back to the boys. "You guys go, I'll get Benson out." Ralph commanded, jerking a hand towards the open door while heading to the captain's pit.

The boys listened and swam out, Molly and you getting lost in the bunch.

You swam to the surface, coughing and spitting out salt water as you flailed your arms and kicked your feet back and forth to keep yourself afloat. "Ralph!" You called out amongst the other kids screaming and crying, looking around you at the swimming children, trying to find a familiar face. "Molly!"

"Ralph went under to get Captain Benson!" A younger voice called out to you, making you turn to the boy who had a mulberry mark blotched by his left eye and down his left cheek. "The captain slipped out of his grasp when he was coming up for air!"

Nodding faintly, you gulped a big breath of air before dunking your head back under the water. Opening your eyes, you faintly saw two bodies a little bit away from you. You threw your head back up to the surface, coughing slightly as you wiped away some of the water dripping down your face.

"Somebody help me!" One of the younger boys cried out, gurgling as he went under before bobbing back up again. "I can't swim!"

"Y/N!" A voice called out, making you turn your head to the culprit before sighing in relief.

"Molly!" You beamed, hugging her awkwardly as the two of you tried to stay afloat.

"Get away from the plane, it'll drive you under!"

"Have you seen Jack?!" She called out to you, looking around for a moment before turning back to you.

You stared at her, appalled by her question. "Who?!"

You had no idea who that was, your best guess was the ginger teen dressed in the black cloak she was sitting next to on the plane ride, but you weren't absolutely sure, but you kept the assumption in the back in your mind.

Voices lapped over one another, making it impossible for anyone to heard each another.

One of the boys tapped Molly on the shoulder, telling her something whist pointing in a direction.

The girl thanked the boy and swam off, leaving you slightly dumbfounded.

You called out for her, debating if you wanted to follow.

"Get the raft!" A familiar voiced yelled over the other voices, snapping you out of your stunned state.

"Ralph!”

"Y/N!"

You slowly made your way towards the boy, swimming through the boys before eventually getting to him.

His arms were looped under the captains, keeping the older man afloat since he was knocked out from the impact, blood trickling down his chin and into the ocean. He unlinked one arm before bringing you into a hug, sighing in relief as he dropped his chin on your shoulder.

You also hugged him back, noticing one of the boys diving under to get said raft the blond was talking about. You pulled away from the boy, brushing some of his bangs out of his eyes before turning to the loud, almost exploding sound of the raft.

Everyone made their way towards the raft, pushing each other up and into the float. The boys helped their friends get aboard, the raft moving to and fro as people flopped in.

You helped Ralph hoist Captain Benson onto the raft, the boys inside pulling him up before helping Ralph and you get in.

Molly caught you as you slipped into the raft, rubbing your back as you quietly sobbed into her soaked skirt, your body shaking from the cold, harsh wind that made the water stuck in your clothes feel like ice.

"Where are we supposed to go?!" The mulberry boy asked, slipping as he tried to stand.

The group muttered in realization.

Where were you all supposed to go?

Two identical boys held oars that were in the raft, glancing at one another before gently play fighting with one another.

Hissing, Ralph held his wrist, blood dripping into the raft. He didn't even realize the injury due to his adrenaline, but since he was able to rest in the raft with ankle deep water, the pain was noticeable.

The boys groaned in disgust, collectively "eww"ing at the blood as it mixed with the salt water underneath them, the red liquid diluting and becoming diaphanous as it rolled around, spreading.

You grabbed your skirt and pulled, ripping at long piece at the bottom.

Molly watched you with intent, glancing up to who you assumed was Jack before the two shrugged at one another.

The boy with the round, thick glasses opened a first aid kit, you assumed he grabbed it before evacuating the plane. He pulled out a gauze, helping Ralph tie it around his wrist to stop the bleeding for now.

Ralph noticed the fabric in your hands and sat down next to you, smilingly wearily at you.

You smiled back at the boy when he plopped down at your side, taking the torn fabric and using it as a sling, tying the two ends behind his head.

The blond exhaled, moving his arm around in the sling so his arm laid comfortably. Once his arm was comfortable, he gently leaned onto you, shutting his eyes as the adrenaline rush ended.

One of the boys, dressed in a short black cloak and matching black hat, gasped, leaning forward while cheering excitedly before the others joined in, rowing towards their new discovery.

You stretched your upper body up as far as you could, trying not to disturb Ralph who was on your side. Your eyes caught a faint glimpse of what you all were heading towards, grinning slightly, you turned to Ralph who quirked a brow up to you. "Land." Was all you were able to croak out.

[tshost]

ahhh long time no post island😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 ar ar arar ar. rest under cut

@beastswinethief 👈👈👈👈👈👈👈. au guy

[colorfulcowboykingdom]

I am stronger than you give me credit for

[multishipperbish]

i've seen someone headcanon jack to have a little sister and decided i love the thought. so i just HAD to break out of art block at 2 am and draw a shitty little doodle about it

[beelzebubgaylord]

If I ever said I hadn’t thought about writing a lord of the flies AU/FF or ship fic I wouldn’t exactly be LYING but I also wouldn’t exactly be NOT LYING 😛

[thatsgazebo]

Lord of the Flies: the Musical

[yuttikkele]

OUR FINAL ESSAY FOR MY ENGLISH CLASS IS TO WRITE A “what happens next?” LORD OF THE FLIES FANFICTION you won’t BELIEVE how relieved I was I threw my hands up in the air

[lovelylas-blog]

give me your ralmon headcanons rn

[lilacs-echoing]

can you write a little one shot of Jack going to therapy please 🙏 (begging on the floor rn)

hi this is my first time writing jack which is actually a lil hard because even tho he is witewawwy me i rarely act this disrespectful to therapists.

its only 450 words thank yewww vvvv

The therapy office walls are truly offensive this time around. I glance downward at my hands; sunburnt, peeling, stained. Any longer in this sterile room and I’ll start to pick at them. If only I’d known fame comes with dirt under your fingernails. 

The door opens up and in comes today’s doctor. Blonde headed and taller. Eyes a horrible, seafoam blue.

“Jack, is it?”

“Merridew,” I make sure my voice is sharp enough to command, like a knife. “My name is Merridew.” As he’s settling in, I take a glance at his clipboard. He makes one sharp strike through my first name at the top of the page. The satisfaction settles in slightly. There is a drop of brown at his collar, still wet.

“I hear you were one of the boys-”

“If you want me to talk, make sure you’re presentable first.” I jab my index finger out towards his collar. He glances down, dumbfounded. The man looks back at me, then at the tissue box on the table.

“My apologies… Merridew. I was on my lunch break.” The defeat in his voice is almost palpable as he dabs at the stain. I nod silently, avoiding his gaze. “As I was saying, I’ve been informed you were one of the rescues from that…” He gesticulated, searching for a word. “Plane crash.”

I pick some grime out from under my nails. “I played a big part in that rescue. My fire got us found.” I can even sense the irritation in my voice. Why spend time on small talk?

“The forest fire?” He takes a bored sip from his coffee cup. Now, I can feel my blood boiling against my ashy skin. 

“Why, it did the job, didn’t it?” My voice rises into a shout. How dare he look down on me? When I saved the rest of the pathetic whelps, when I was the one who created order, when I was the hunter?

Again his pen moves, making gentle strokes on his paper. He pauses for a moment, setting down the clipboard and folding his hands together slowly. I can feel those horrible blue eyes burning into me. Before he speaks, I am asserting myself once more.

“I’m not telling you anything. I’m leaving.”

He opens his mouth, his lips moving slowly to form words. “By all means, Merridew, if you are dissatisfied with my care-”“I’m dissatisfied with you.” My time is better spent elsewhere. I rise from the seat, pushing his coffee cup off the table. It makes a shrill sliding sound and falls to a satisfying crash. The coffee pools outward to touch my shoe; I have already rejected its warmth on my way to the door.

[luminary-of-the-marz]

Simon I drew while at my friends

(It says “don’t kill me, but here’s what the voices in my head said” if you can’t read my hand writing)

[kidddoz]

howdy partner!

Since the lotf cowboy au is going great (12 chapters so far, 1/3 done), I guess it's time to draw some doodles about it! I won't spoil too much, we're only startinnnnn

PD.: If you still have ideas or headcanons and want me to include them, please let me know! This project is by and for the lotf fandom, so everyone gets a saying in this :D

[jack-merridoomed]

since its lotf 70 year anniversary i have a little something for you guysss when i get back from work

[mccall-me-maurice]

NEW FIC NEW FIC! this is really gore heavy and i know its tagged jalph but it's barely jalph, i just wanted to cover my basis

any fic updates will be foudn on @todd-writes !

[multishipperbish]

rotating the idea of a Jalph soulmate AU inside my head

but not a traditional fix-it soulmate AU where they find each other and immediately fall in love and all is well that goes well. What about that "first words are tattooed somewhere on their body" AU where Ralph has "Where's the man with the trumpet?" on his arm and Jack has "There's no man with a trumpet. Only me." on his leg.

What if they meet each other for the first time and they're friends. What if Jack betrays Ralph and they start hating the words on them. What if Ralph covers his arm with mud and Jack his leg with blood. They're hesitant to clean up when they're on the boat back home. During future confrontations their eyes wander and they meet gazes and just know what the other's thinking : what if we could have made it work?

It's the 1950s so obviously they're not thinking about being in a relationship. Maybe the media normalises platonic soulmates. Maybe not; maybe their parents told them they'd better have female soulmates or else. Maybe after their first meeting, Ralph looks at his arm every now and then and feels a deep discomfort in his stomach but he tells himself it's fine as long as they're on the island because nobody's going to bother them about it. Maybe Jack starts wearing longer pants after the island because his father found out and started hassling him about finding the girl who'd speak about a trumpet, however strange she may sound.

And maybe then they're back in school and undergoing therapy (probably not cause the 1950s were yikes about mental health but it'd nice to think about) they see their soulmarks and the feeling of longing from before the island comes back. "If only I could find them I'd be whole" turns to "If only I'd handled it better". They wish it could have worked. They wish they could have stayed friends. If only it had gone differently. Right person wrong time. Because if they're soulmates obviously their souls are going to feel like something's missing their whole lives now that they've found each other and they're apart, so add to that the PTSD and whatever else is going on inside their heads, the poor boys will not be having a good time.

Maybe Jack feels the pull of the hunt after the island (because I personally headcanon that he's lived pretty repressed beforehand due to his strict parents and the island gave him freedom he's never had before; the hunt was an amalgamation of all the stress that comes from having an overbearing successful Father with a capital F melting off his bones) AND the pull of the soul. Maybe he meets people with fair hair and the most gorgeous smile and he wants to vomit because he remembers the blood on his hands. Maybe Ralph is trying to socialise at school and he sees parts of Jack in everyone he meets. Maybe Ralph tells himself to shut up about his missing half, he doesn't have it that bad, just look at Simon and Piggy and the mulberry kid! at least he's not dead! (don't do that kids. that's a horrible coping mechanism. seek professional help) and still he goes to church and hears the choir and wonders if Jack still sings.

I dunno it's just an idea!! I am not done yapping about this. Will add on through reblogs if needed

[blueeyedgrlwrites]

Six Sentence Sunday, January 28, 2024

Good morning and happy Sunday my loves! I have been working pretty exclusively on hockey fic, with a goal of starting to post it by mid-February. We shall see how that goes, since I still have some things to plot out but here's to having a goal, right?

Anyway, thank you to the always lovely @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @onthewaytosomewhere, and @winderlylandchime for the tags today. Also taking the open tag from @kiwiana-writes because I know they also love hockey.

I also have zero control to select only six sentences. So, enjoy.

From, "Love on the Fly".

“That can’t mean anything good.” Henry mutters, and when they’ve closed the distance Henry pulls the woman into a hug. “I do hope you’re both behaving yourselves.” “Hazza, darling, where is the fun in that?” There’s no doubt in Alex’s mind that he’s going to get along just fine with the two of them. “It does make for a dreadfully boring existence.” Alex’s face splits into a grin that only grows wider, all teeth and dimples, as a pretty pink flush takes over Henry’s cheeks. He clears his throat and gestures between them. “Alex, my sister Beatrice and my best mate, Percy Okonjo.” Percy offers his hand first. “Everyone calls me Pez. Like the sweets.” Alex grips his hand firmly. “Noted.” “It’s Bea,” she says when Alex turns to her and offers his hand. “Only our grandmother calls me Beatrice because the old hag hates everything to do with modernity, including nicknames. Anyway, Henry’s told us so much about you.” “Oh he has?” Alex grins wider, noticing the flush on Henry’s cheeks growing redder and coloring the tops of his ears. “He did you no justice at all, darling.” Pez grins roguishly. “That hurts, Henry.” Alex sighs, dramatically clutching at his heart. “Demons. The lot of you.” Henry sighs and glances upward. “We’re dragging Henry to this little wine bar down by Union Station.” Bea smiles at him. “You absolutely must come with us.” “I don’t think so, Bea. He’s traveling for the holiday and —” Henry starts. “— And I don’t fly out until midday tomorrow.” Alex finishes for him before taking a step forward and offering his arm to Bea. “I’d love to join you.”

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[teddy-writes-art]

babe wake up, jalph is canon