am i a joke, your knight or your brother?

Huffing softly at the accusation and the title of ‘your highness,’ Jack glanced to the side briefly. Quickly, he turned his gaze back to the other boy, and he tried to not falter himself. “Your han—.. mm, you’re not distracting me, Bill,” he countered, giving a small roll of his eyes now.

"S’just that you never know," he began again, digging his spear into the dirt below his feet, feeling himself beginning to get frustrated - and because Bill’s points were actually seeming to be fairly legitimate. "…How do you know that the Beast isn’t capable of seeing in the dark? You ought to be prepared."

"Hey, even if the Beast just so happened to have night vision, I'll be fine." Ever the epitome of nonchalance, Bill shrugged; although his eyes narrowed the slightest bit. (It's not like you care, anyway.)

"You know, I wasn't going to say anything, but... I sleepwalk sometimes." Not a lie this time. Sleepwalking was an inconvenient habit Bill had developed since he was a littlun, ever since his parents left and he had to go live with his grandparents. It wasn't as bad as before; nowadays, Bill only found himself waking up in a different place every other few nights. The other boys never really noticed, and those that did tactfully chose not to bring it up.

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"So, you wanna know what I think of ‘ol Ralphie boy, eh, mia cara?” Bill grinned lopsidedly, swirling his Lambrusco in his wine glass. He stared glassily at the red liquid sloshing in the cup, flirtatious expression still in place. “Well, he’s really purrrty. Super pretty. Ridicousily—ridicksily pretty. Like, I’m not even into blonds, but I would definitely tap that.” Bill bobbed his head once and almost fell off his chair at the movement.

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but it’s not gonna be

well what do you know it looks like your gorgeous looks arent the only thing you got going for you

you really know how to make a guy blush wow

In that moment, Jack never looked more like an angel. His pale, freckled face was illuminated in the moonlight, and the way his red curls surrounded his head made him seem endearing. Well, as endearing as a chief would seem, anyway.

"By the way, Bill, you’re on watch duty tonight."

Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.

"So, you wanna know what I think of ‘ol Ralphie boy, eh, mia cara?” Bill grinned lopsidedly, swirling his Lambrusco in his wine glass. He stared glassily at the red liquid sloshing in the cup, flirtatious expression still in place. “Well, he’s really purrrty. Super pretty. Ridicousily—ridicksily pretty. Like, I’m not even into blonds, but I would definitely tap that.” Bill bobbed his head once and almost fell off his chair at the movement.

He only meant to briefly brush his lips against Ralph's, a small ghost of a contact. He had deemed it too early in the night for heavy snogging (full-frontal or otherwise), but now that Ralph was kissing him (again and again and again), Bill wondered why he hadn't done this sooner. Ralph's lips were warm and insistent on his, and Bill couldn't help the soft moan that escaped him when he felt the other boy press up against him. Ralph kissed with a passion and intensity that Bill hadn't come across in a while. He couldn't quite get enough of it.

Unfortunately, breathing became an issue, and although he loathed to do so, Bill reluctantly broke the kiss. However, his arms (which at that point had wound up around Ralph) remained, holding the other boy close to him.

Title: Makeup Work

Fandom: Lord of the Flies

Pairing/Characters: Bill/Ralph

Rating: T

Summary: Bill really, really regretted coming into the library to make up the schoolwork he’d missed. [bill/ralph] [oneshot] [high school au]

Additional Notes: This was requested by an anon, who wanted a Bill/Ralph! It’s been a while since I’ve written Bill/Ralph - since Healing, I think, and that was a lot more serious than this is. 

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