LOTF One Shots

Ralph x Piggy (Fluff)

Ralph's voice rose with urgency as he laid out his plan for building shelters. "We can't just keep wandering around aimlessly. We need a plan, something stable to hold on to."

Jack, brimming with defiance, retorted, "Shelters won't save us from the real dangers here. We need to hunt and assert ourselves."

Piggy, fear etched across his face, whispered from behind Ralph, "I-I think we need shelter too. It's s-safer."

Henry and Bill nodded in agreement with Jack, their eyes gleaming with the thrill of the hunt. Maurice chimed in with a smirk, "I'd rather have a full belly than a roof over my head."

Roger, the ominous undertone in his voice cutting through the argument, sneered, "You're all scared. Shelter won't protect you from what's really out here." Piggy clutched Ralph even tighter, trembling.

Amidst the debate, Sam and Eric, the twins, spoke up hesitantly, "Maybe we should have a balance, ya know? Some shelter and some hunting."

As the heated argument continued, Ralph tried to balance the conflicting opinions. "We need some order here, not just chaos. Shelters provide that."

Jack scoffed, "Order won't matter if we're starving. We need food, and hunting is the way to get it."

Piggy, still trembling, piped up, "B-but we need some safety too. I-I don't want to be out here defenseless."

Ralph nodded, attempting to find a middle ground, when suddenly, Jack, who had been since observing quietly, noticed Piggy clinging desperately to Ralph. He raised an eyebrow, his eyes flickering mischievously as he remarked, "Looks like Piggy's found his own personal safety net, huh, Ralph?"

Ralph's face turned a deep shade of red as he stammered, "N-no, it's not like that. We just need to stick together."

Roger, always ready to stir trouble, chimed in loudly, "Oh, come on, Ralph! It's not every day we see you blushing like a tomato. Piggy's got a crush!"

Maurice couldn't resist adding another tease to the mix, a sly grin on his face. "Looks like Piggy found himself a bodyguard. Who knew you were so popular, Ralph?"

Ralph shot Maurice a glare, his face still flushed from the earlier embarrassment. The tension among the group lingered as Piggy, feeling the attention, let go of Ralph and took a step back, realizing he was at the center of the banter.

Piggy's expression showed a mix of embarrassment and anxiety, his glasses reflecting the flickering firelight. He hesitated, glancing nervously between his group and the ongoing argument. Ralph, torn between frustration and a desire to maintain order, tried to keep the focus on their original discussion.

However, Jack, unable to tolerate the disagreement any longer, slammed his spear into the ground. "I'm done with this nonsense. If you're not with me, you're against me." His hunters, following Jack's lead, loudly stomped away into the dark woods, leaving behind an uneasy silence.

Ralph took a deep breath, calming the storm of frustration that had clouded his judgment. He turned to face his team, Sam and Eric standing there silently. Meanwhile, Piggy, still trembling, stood by the plane wreck, anxiety etched across his face.

Realizing the impact of his outburst, Ralph rushed over to Piggy, his words tumbling out in a hurried apology. "Sorry, Piggy. I didn't mean to snap like that. We're all just stressed, ya know?"

Piggy, grateful for the apology, nodded slightly, his fear easing as Ralph acknowledged the tension among them. As the sky darkened, the group knew it was a good idea to sleep.

The fading sunlight painted the sky with hues of orange as Ralph, realizing the need for some semblance of comfort, grabbed two chairs from the wreck. Setting them up, he gestured for Piggy to take a seat. Piggy, smiling appreciatively, eased into the chair, finding a brief respite from the day's chaos.