lucas sinclair
you're steve's little sister.
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Stories
LORD OF THE FLIES ~+
pre crash lotf; IN WHICH, instead of going on a plane to escape england’s war, the boys attend a less proper school in the countryside to get away from the vulnerable cities. jack merridew, simon, ralph, lord of the flies, lotf, boarding school, au, alternate universe
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Vꨄpradalord of the vapes
lord of the flies except in a british secondary school +* tags: jack merridew, lord of the flies, british, secondary school, high school, au, fluff, ralph, simon, lotf
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Vꨄpradaprices we pay; JACK MERRIDEW
LORD OF THE FLIES (lotf) ; When the pilot's daughter crash-lands on a desert island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, all she wants to do is survive long enough to get rescued. After all, being the only girl on the island with a bunch of school boys and choir boys is no way to spend one's time. Except maybe with the elected chief, Ralph, the intellect, Piggy, the quiet friend and sage, Simon, and the littluns. What she wants most, though, is to keep away from that damn Jack Merridew, who's the most arrogant and annoying boy she's ever met and has some rather questionable friends. But as sparks start to fly between the two of them, the island starts to get more dangerous. Littluns whisper of a "snake-thing" in the woods, and the boys start to lose their grip on sanity and civilization. In the midst of all this, will she stay with the civilization she knows and lose the boy she loves, or stay with the boy she loves and lose the civilization she needs?
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Vꨄpradapolyperfect- P.P + T.N
Pansy Parkinson and Theodore Nott have been in a stable relationship for a good while now, and are very comfortable in their connection and secure within each other. They are both very in love with each other and are locked in for life—they are however not strictly monogamous. They have not yet had the discussion yet, as it has never needed to come up before. But both of them have admired Y/N from afar.
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Vꨄpradalive like a nepo baby ~+
your life was relatively normal. well, except from the fact that you were a nepo baby. and your parents were filthy rich and famous. imagine if christiano ronaldo and adriana lima had a baby– that was basically you, except your parents weren’t them. yeah, you were pretty sure you grew up on the news.
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VꨄpradaFAME; lox pratt
you were famous in completely different ways. he was famous in the tv way. in the way that he had tiktok edits made of him, and he was tons of peoples celebrity crush. you were too, but not in an actress way. you were a famous influencer. you post lip syncs and dances. you don't have a manager or anything like that, it mostly just started for fun. but now you have 5.6m followers on tiktok alone. you and lox pratt were the last people they expected to get together.
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VꨄpradaVOGUE; lox pratt ~+
he always thought you were too good for him. TWELVE YEARS AGO, a two-year-old sienna hargrove-april began her modelling career. this would lead to fame, fortune, fans- and romance. because what happens when you start to be so famous you sign with IMG models on your fourteenth birthday? when you get on the front cover on vogue? well, for one, people start noticing. celebrities. and one of these many people? lox pratt. lox pratt notices you.
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VꨄpradaNEVER THE FIRST; lord of the flies/jack merridew
NEVER THE FIRST; jack merridew/lord of the flies 1952 the boys were never the first. your people have lived on serilaut island for centuries. you live off coconuts, fruit, pigs, chicken and wild dog, etc. the island has everything you need. you also fish. there are many people in your tribe, and you are the village chief’s daughter. but one day, a strange metal object lands on your island. and out of it? even stranger boys emerge, bloody and strewn about the island. INSPIRED BY MOANA
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Vꨄpradathe dare ~+
everyone knows Caspian Hill. he’s rich, untouchable, effortlessly charming — the kind of guy people literally compete over. girls want him, guys want to be him, teachers let things slide for him. and somehow… he chooses you. out of everyone. ⸻ it starts small. him sitting next to you. texting you first. walking you home like it’s normal. people are confused. you’re confused. because you’re not part of his world. so why does he keep looking at you like you matter? ⸻ then it turns into more. late night calls. inside jokes. the way he only softens around you. the way he gets weirdly protective. and just when you start thinking this might actually be real— you hear it. a conversation you were never meant to hear. a bet. your name. and his voice, colder than you’ve ever heard it: “relax. she was just part of it.” ⸻ everything crashes. but here’s the problem— when you pull away, when you shut him out… he doesn’t let you go. he shows up more. gets jealous. angry. desperate in ways that don’t make sense for someone who was “faking it.” he starts grovelling, begging. so now you’re stuck wondering: was it all a lie… or did he fall for you by accident?
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Vꨄpradaalways forever ~+
you don’t remember a time before Noah Carter. literally. your parents love to tell the story — how the two of you met as toddlers, fighting over the same toy, and somehow never separated after that. from then on, you were a package deal. family holidays? he’s there. road trips? he’s sat next to you, stealing your snacks. lazy sundays? he’s on your couch, like he lives there. your parents are best friends. your lives are completely intertwined. and him? he’s always been yours in a way no one else understands. ~+ Noah Carter is the definition of sunshine. loud laugh. messy hair. always smiling. the kind of guy who makes friends everywhere and somehow still chooses you first, every single time. he holds your hand without thinking. pulls you closer in crowded places. remembers every tiny thing about you. it’s never been weird. it’s just… him. ~+ until it is. it starts changing slowly. the way his hugs last a little too long. the way he looks at you when you’re not paying attention. the way he gets quiet when other guys get too close to you. and suddenly, things that used to feel normal… don’t feel so normal anymore. ~+ then one night — maybe on a family trip, maybe in the middle of nowhere, maybe when it’s just the two of you for the first time in forever — something shifts. a look. a moment. a choice. and you realise: maybe this was never just a friendship. maybe it’s been something more this entire time.
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Vꨄpradasummerboy ~+
you’re 16, an aussie girl– born and bred. your life is wild and free. road trips, beach days. it’s even better when you’re rich, with cool parents who let you stay out all day.
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VꨄpradaGOLDEN BOY ~+
in a world full of ice, you’re his warmth. sebastian whittaker has never been nice. he plays. he grins. and he doesn’t lose– not at anything. not except at you. you’re the daughter of the school’s ice hockey coach. and sebastian’s king of that world. golden boy, popular, best on the team. he knows. everyone knows. and when he sees you at training, waiting in the parking lot? his world stops. and suddenly you’re the only thing he needs. and the one thing he can’t have. because the coach is fiercely protective over you. and if sebastian so much as seeks you out, he loses his joy. he loses his spot on the team, his game, his future. so he tries to bottle up his feelings for you. he does. but just as he’s never been good at losing? he’s never been good at lying.
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VꨄpradaWHEN I CLOSE MY EYES; ~+
WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES; tom odell ‘and when i close my eyes, you’re, standing there in front of me and when i close my eyes it’s almost like it used to be then i realise you’re just a ghost maybe at most, a fragment of my mind’ ——— you don’t lose Elliot Prescott in the way people expect. there’s no clean ending. no final fight. no clear goodbye. just… life getting in the way. timing being wrong. words not said. moments missed until there were too many of them to fix. and then one day, he’s just not there anymore. ⸻ at first, it doesn’t feel real. because he still exists everywhere else. in the way you reach for your phone to text him. in songs that sound like him. in places you swear you saw him before remembering you didn’t. ⸻ but the worst part isn’t the missing. it’s remembering. ⸻ because every time you close your eyes— he’s there. not as he is now. not as a stranger. but as him. laughing. talking. standing too close like he always used to. the version of him that felt permanent, even though nothing ever was. ⸻ and in those moments, it feels like nothing changed. like if you opened your eyes fast enough, he’d still be there. ⸻ but you always open them. and he isn’t. ⸻ meanwhile, life keeps moving like nothing happened. people tell you to move on. to stop thinking about it. to let it go. but they don’t understand what it’s like to lose someone who still lives in your memory like a second reality. ⸻ then one day— you see him again. ⸻ not in a dream. not in memory. not behind closed eyes. real. standing there like no time has passed at all. except it has. for both of you. ⸻ and suddenly you’re faced with something heavier than missing him: what do you say to someone who only ever existed fully in your mind for so long?
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VꨄpradaPOKER FACE; d.m
POKER FACE; you’re the queen of poker faces and mixed signals. and draco malfoy just can’t figure out your next move– do you like him? do you not? but he guesses that’s all part of the game.
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Vꨄpradaa thin line between hatred and love ~+
you and draco malfoy don’t just dislike each other. oh, no. you’ve built a reputation around it. it started small, years ago. a comment here, a glare there, the kind of rivalry that naturally forms when two people refuse to back down. the type of thing that happens between a stubborn gryffindor and a teasing slytherin. but somewhere along the way, it became… personal. draco hates it. or, at least, he tells himself he does.
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Vꨄpradaslowly forgetting your face; D.M ~+
you knew Draco Malfoy before he became him. before the name meant something heavy. before people flinched when they said it. back when he was just… a boy. loud, dramatic, a little insufferable — always complaining, always showing off, always trying to impress in the most obvious ways. you saw all of it. and somehow, you stayed. ⸻ you remember the way he used to look at you. bright, smug, alive. like the world was simple, like everything was still a game he could win. you remember his laugh. his stupid comments. the way he’d always find you, no matter where you were. ⸻ and then— things changed. slowly at first. quieter. colder. more distant. like something was pulling him away piece by piece. ⸻ by the time you realise what’s happening, it’s too late. Draco Malfoy isn’t the boy you grew up with anymore. he doesn’t laugh like he used to. doesn’t look at you the same way. barely looks at you at all. and when he does— there’s something behind his eyes that you don’t recognise. ⸻ people whisper now. about his family. about what he’s becoming. about the mark he might bear. you try not to listen. you try to hold onto the version of him you knew. ⸻ but memory is a fragile thing. ⸻ because the more he changes… the harder it is to picture him the way he used to be. ⸻ his face blurs in your mind. not literally— but the feeling of him fades. the boy you knew becomes harder to reach, like he’s being overwritten by someone else. someone colder. sharper. unreachable. ⸻ and you start to wonder: are you forgetting him… or is he disappearing right in front of you? because you’re slowly forgetting his face.
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Vꨄpradahey, mr. rager ~+
no one really knows Rafe Calloway. they think they do. to everyone else, he’s mr. rager — the guy who’s always at the centre of everything. loud parties, reckless decisions, never sober, never still. he laughs too hard. doesn’t care what anyone thinks. acts like nothing can touch him. ⸻ but you notice things other people don’t. the way he disappears halfway through parties. the way his smile drops the second no one’s looking. the way he always seems… alone, even when he’s surrounded. ⸻ you’re not part of his world. you don’t go to the parties. you don’t chase the chaos. so when he starts showing up around you— it doesn’t make sense. ⸻ it’s small at first. a conversation that lasts too long. a random text at 2am. him sitting next to you like it’s the only place he can breathe. ⸻ and with you… he’s different. quieter. slower. real. like mr. rager is just something he puts on for everyone else— and you’re the only one who sees what’s underneath. ⸻ but getting close to him comes with a cost. because the deeper you get, the more you realise: he’s not just reckless. he’s running from something. ⸻ nights get messier. his behaviour gets worse. people start warning you to stay away. and you’re stuck in the middle of it— trying to figure out if you’re helping him… or just getting pulled under with him. ⸻ then one night, everything goes too far. and you’re forced to see the truth: you can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved. ⸻ so now you have a choice: stay, and risk losing yourself trying to reach him… or walk away, even if it means leaving him exactly where he is.
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Vꨄpradai thought i saw your face today ~+
it’s been a while since you last saw Aiden Clarke. not because of one big dramatic ending. no screaming, no betrayal, no final goodbye. just… distance. missed calls that stopped being returned. conversations that got shorter. feelings that were never fully said out loud. until one day, there was nothing left to say at all. ⸻ you tell yourself you’ve moved on. and most days, it feels true. you go out, laugh with friends, build a life that doesn’t include him. you don’t think about him like you used to. ⸻ until— you see someone who looks like him. ⸻ it’s stupid, really. a random stranger across the street. the same hair, the same posture, the same way of turning their head. your heart reacts before your brain does. for a second, everything rushes back. the memories. the feelings. him. ⸻ but it’s never actually him. ⸻ and that’s the problem. because it keeps happening. on trains. in shops. in crowds. little glimpses of someone who almost looks like Aiden Clarke. close enough to make your chest ache— but never close enough to be real. ⸻ and every time, you’re left with the same quiet thought: “i thought i saw your face today.” ⸻ the more it happens, the more you start to question things. are you actually over him… or have you just learned how to live without him? ⸻ and then one day— it isn’t a stranger. ⸻ it’s him. ⸻ except now everything feels different. he looks the same. but the space between you doesn’t. there are things unsaid, moments lost, versions of each other you never got to know. and suddenly, you’re faced with something harder than missing him: what do you do when the person you couldn’t forget… is standing right in front of you again?
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Vꨄpradasecond chance?
you and Ethan Hayes used to be inseparable. like… actually inseparable. sleepovers, inside jokes, him always choosing you over everyone else — the kind of friendship where everyone just assumed you’d end up together eventually. the only problem? he already knew that. and you… didn’t take him seriously. when he finally confessed, you laughed it off. said you didn’t want to ruin the friendship. said “maybe later.” there was no later. he left. no goodbye, no explanation — just gone. three years later, he’s back. except now Ethan Hayes isn’t the quiet boy who followed you around anymore. he’s rich, confident, and the guy everyone wants. and you? you’re the only person he doesn’t seem interested in. he barely looks at you. barely speaks to you. like you’re just… another person. but then— he remembers things no one else does. shows up when you’re in trouble. gets jealous in ways he shouldn’t. and when you never confront him? he gets desperate.
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