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I'm knot able to do this. (Not in an omegaverse way) by Anonymous
Fandoms: Lord of the Flies - William Golding, Lord of the Flies (TV 2026)
11 May 2026
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Maurice can't make knots and so Roger attempts to help him
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Wicked Blue by DCweeb
Fandoms: Lord of the Flies - William Golding, Lord of the Flies (TV 2026)
04 Mar 2026
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It’s just another Christmas spent at school for Simon and Jack.
Snow is falling in sheets outside, while fire crackles to life in front of two boys with too much time to think. They talk about growing up. About what comes next. About who they’re supposed to be with.
Neither of them are as good at pretending as they think.
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You Drive Me Mad by DCweeb
Fandoms: Lord of the Flies - William Golding, Lord of the Flies (TV 2026)
19 Apr 2026
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Jack Merridew has always known who he is supposed to be: disciplined, controlled, and unwavering in his faith.
However Simon makes that impossible.
What starts as skipping choir practice turns into something more dangerous, as Jack is forced to confront feelings, he cannot name without condemning himself for them. Torn between the rigid certainty of everything he’s been taught and the quiet, undeniable rightness.
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No Lord Among the Fireflies by sugar_boat
Fandoms: Lord of the Flies - William Golding, Lord of the Flies (2026)
14 May 2026
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Jack Merridew, chorister, prefect's favourite and his father's son in every way that matters, starts spending time with the witch's son who lives past the slaughterhouse road.
Bookmarked by BombaFantastic
10 May 2026
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Ends at chapter 12, chapters after that lowkey buns unhealthy relationship but it might resolve hopefully...
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one is not the loneliest number by guanlin
Fandoms: Lord of the Flies (TV 2026), Lord of the Flies - William Golding
19 Mar 2026
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“See?” He asks again, quieter now, “Do you see what you do to me?”
Simon takes a deep and steadying breath. His head feels thick and throbbing. He needs to be brave now. His father used to say he lacked that all the time. He touches the wrist of the hand Jack has over his own, brings it gently to his own chest, his own heart.
“We must have the same thing,” he says, then.