#young royals drabbles

[fbfh]

I’m so glad I’m not the only one that wants August Horn. He’s just so pretty 🙈

HE IS SO PRETTY!!!!!!!! He looks like hutch dano (in peak zeke and luther era) mixed with someone else I can't put my finger on. His hands. His fucking hands. God his hands.

The thing with August is that any little things you can do to throw him off, to bruise his ego a little, to make getting what he wants (you) not a cake walk for once in his life, you absolutely should do. Not only does it interest him, but he's had everything handed to him on a silver platter for so long, everything has always been easy, without a fight. But you?? You're challenging him. You're elusive and mysterious and you're playing a game with him, one he intends to win. Every time you challenge him, every time you push his buttons and bite back, every time you don't fold for him makes him want you more. He's never had someone rile him up so much, make him lose his composure. You're not making it easy for him, he's never had to work for anything this much, and he's never wanted to before now. Before you. His friends keep telling him to drop it, but he can't now that he's had a taste. You've made easy into boring, and August does not like being bored. You're releasing vasopressin in his brain for the first time in his life, and now that you've opened those flood gates, there's no going back. Now every time you push him, make him work for it, he gets more and more attached. When this building storm of sexual tension finally breaks, when he finally does get you, he is not letting go.

[caramelpenguin]

(loosely?) inspired by....welll.....😉

With a sliver of liquid courage in his veins and the quickening beating of his heart, Wille strokes Simon's curls, whose head rests on his lap, while his gaze drifts to the winking stars. He thinks about it for a few seconds- the sticky, slow summer of two years ago- and decides that if it all goes badly, he can always get drunk with their friends. Who probably haven't saved any pizza for them.

"We used to snog. Like, a lot." Wille says, almost stammers. Simon jolts, and he looks down to see those glinting brown eyes stare up at him. "A lot," he repeats.

The light from the living room spills out behind Wille, making Simon's skin glow as he quietly laughs. "We've never talked about this before."

"It's never come up in conversation."

A slight smirk. "It was two years ago."

Wille runs a hand through his hair, trying to play it off. "We made excuses to make-out for seven months."

"You counted?"

He splutters, shoving Simon's laughing figure until he almost tumbles off his lap. "No, not counting. It was the summer, and then the next half of the year. We told our friends we were busy, and then we'd go and snog somewhere private and- oh my god- we were just-like-"

"Teenage curiousity," Simon explains, mind already set. Certain.

Fragments of the past flicker in his mind. Gasping as Simon's leg slid between his own, tongues teasing and swirling and tasting, bruising kisses behind curtains, the sweetess of chocolate on lips, sugar on skin, and holding each other so tightly they were one soul, one entity.

"Do you ever think about it?" Simon asks, his voice quieter now, like they're discussing a secret.

Wille’s heart skips a beat, unsure of where this is going, unsure of the territory they're stepping into. Wille and Simon from two years ago never talked about this. Wille and Simon from last year almost talked about it, but they'd kissed each other as a dare instead as their friends cheered and drank and pretended like it was their first time smelling and inhaling the other.

His mouth is suddenly dry. "About what?"

Simon's lips twitch into a small smile. "You know. Us."

Wille hesitates, eyes flicking up to the stars, trying to find the right words in their light. "Yeah," he admits softly. "Sometimes."

The air between them is heavier, the playful banter from earlier fading like an old echo. Wille watches as Simon's fingers brush absently against the grass, his expression relaxed and unreadable.

Did you like me? Wille wants to ask, to scream. Did you romantically like me? Were you gripping onto sanity but succumbing each time our lips touched, each time we smiled at each other across the room? Did you go home and think about me like I did you?

June to December was a blissful haze of stolen touches and lips and tongue and teeth. Reality settled in with the winter snow. By April, Simon had a boyfriend. Nobody needs to know the selfish relief that melted inside Wille when Simon and Marcus broke up by the end of the year.

And nobody needs to know that, a few hours later, as their friends are watching a film, the two of them are hiding in the kitchen with a bottle of wine. That Wille's sucking Simon's bottom lip into his mouth, hand buried into his curls, and Simon's leg is inbetween his own, nails gripping his face, the slow rhythm of his hips much like the melody of the summer where they fell in love.

now with a part 2!

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[gulliblelemon]

Like That

“What happened last Friday…” Simon feels Wille tense beside him. “It was— I just—“

“Maybe we could do that again.” 

Wille has gone pink with his outburst. Simon watches the blush disappear into his collar. Swallowing, Simon nods, trying to bite down his smile.

— 

Later, they lie tangled in Wille’s bed; content, giddy and a little bashful.

“I wondered if you would shut me down,” Simon says, vulnerable in his happiness. “Say you weren’t like that.”

“Oh, I’m definitely like that.”

Simon giggles. “I can see.” He takes a breath. “But maybe we should try again. Just to be sure.”

Thanks, @youngroyals-events!

[willesworld]

"I miss your hair."

"What?"

Wilhelm opens his eyes and looks at Simon across the pillow they're sharing. His eyes are wide and unfocused, staring vaguely at the top of Wilhelm's head. Simon lifts a hand and brushes his fingers carefully over the fringe that barely brushes Wilhelm's eyebrow. 

"I miss your hair," Simon repeats, his voice soft. He drops his hand between them on the pillow and finds Wilhelm's gaze. "Your long hair."

Wilhelm scrunches his eyebrows together. He didn't know Simon had any opinion on his hair, to be honest, much less that he missed Wilhelm's old haircut. 

"Before I cut it?" Wilhelm asks, even though he knows. Even though he understands what Simon's trying to say. 

"Yeah," Simon murmurs. He breathes deeply and closes his eyes, burrowing back into the hazy doze they'd been suspended in. 

Wilhelm, however, keeps his eyes open. He blinks at Simon several times. He supposes he finally has his answer on what Simon thought of his haircut, all those months ago.

[grapehyasynth]

nature boy

wille has always been told not to expect to marry his soulmate. others dream of the day they’ll get their soulmate mark – it appears the day after the first meeting and is there every day after, but changing each day to reflect something meaningful from your soulmate’s previous day – but wille’s mother insists he has duties to fulfill, that he can create his own fate and find a partner whether or not she's a soulmate. (and yes, they only ever discuss in terms of she.) 

he's on his way to another one of the dates his mother keeps setting up for him, and it's about thirty minutes before he needs to be at the restaurant, but instead he's at a greenhouse. he approaches the front desk, where a young man in a button-down shirt open over a looney tunes t-shirt with a name tag that reads Simon is nodding off over a textbook.

"i was hoping to buy some flowers for a first date," wille explains, when simon has looked up.

"we don't actually do bouquets," simon says.

"i know, i - i thought i would get something they could plant, afterwards," he clarifies, and he hears himself use they and tries not to make anything of it. he’s trying not to second-guess himself, knows his mother would tell him to go with a traditional bouquet, can picture erik all dashing with a few roses.

simon sets his pen down, looking at wille with a new expression, like he's reconfiguring his impression of him. "that's really thoughtful. i can help you with that."

wille follows him into the greenhouse, winding past tables of ceramic pots and meter-tall fronds, ducking under some vines that boast a sign about an upcoming workshop. simon hovers over a few plants before moving on. every now and then he glances at wille, seeming to size him up and factor this into his considerations. (wille wishes he knew what simon was seeing.) finally he scoops up a medium-sized pot with pale purple flowers, holding it out to wille with both hands.

"spreading bellflower. it's similar to the small bluebell, which is--"

"our national floral emblem,"  wille finishes for him, because of course that's the kind of nonsense his mother has made him learn, though it feels a lot less vapid in this moment.

simon looks impressed. "exactly. everybody wants the small bluebell. we don't sell a lot of the bellflower."

"it's perfect," wille tells him, and as he lifts the flowers to his nose, he sees simon's eyes crinkle with a smile.

his date is lovely, much more unpretentious than he's used to, nervous but striving to be genuine. she's definitely a bit thrown by the flowers, and she sounds apologetic when she explains she doesn't have any outdoor space, not even a balcony or patio, and her windowsills are too slim to host the plant. wille feels a bit wounded, wants to insist that she could just find a small table and set it near the window, but she's already suggested that he take it home with him and care for it "for me, until i can visit," she says, and he doesn't mind the idea, actually - has grown a little attached to the flowers.

he goes to sleep thinking of brown eyes and purple blossoms. he wakes up with them on his chest. the blossoms, that is, not the eyes. the spreading bellflowers bloom across his chest like elaborate watercolor tattoos, and he feels his heart leap behind the flowers as he traces them reverently. so he met his soulmate yesterday, and the bellflowers were meaningful to their day. but is it the boy from the greenhouse, or his date?

he knows who he wants it to be, but maybe fate, like his mother, has its own ideas about his path.

he doesn't want to contact simon or his date until he knows a bit more, so he has to wait a full day. he drags himself through his classes at uni, biting his nails down, the bellflowers burning under his clothes. (he'd been tempted to wear a v-neck shirt, show them off, but he also wants to cradle it to himself for a little while.) he stays up late, skin itching as the clock ticks towards midnight, at which point the bellflowers fade. instead, vines twine up both of his arms, curling like bracelets, embracing his wrists and forearms and the cut of his muscle. he knows those vines - couldn't name them, but he recognizes them from the greenhouse. there'd been a sign next to them, for an upcoming workshop, which he's guessing simon led yesterday.

he has an answer. and if the interest is mutual - which it isn't always, with soulmate marks, but he suspects it might be, if the bellflowers were a meaningful part of simon's day - then he is eager to bloom under this plant boy's touch.

[youngroyals-events]

Announcing Kinktober and Other Events!

Thank you to everyone who took part in Wille's and Simon's months this summer, whether by creating content or reblogging or commenting. We're so happy to see the fandom engagement, and plan to do many more events to keep everyone creating and sharing! And we want to make sure we include events focused on other main or minor characters, rare pairings, or YR as a whole as well.

First, as a few people have expressed interest, we're happy to announce we're hosting a Kinktober event in October - and also a Drabble Challenge Week in September!

The provisional schedule for the next few months looks like this:

2-8 September - Drabble Challenge Week

Challenge yourself to write YR-themed drabbles! (That's a fic of exactly 100 words.) We'll give you some prompts for inspiration or you can do your own thing - separate post with full details coming soon.

1-31 October - Kinktober

Calling all creators of explicit fanworks! For those not familiar, Kinktober is a cross-fandom sex-themed fanwork event. We'll generate prompts for the month with a range of themes from mild to very spicy, so that those taking part can choose which level they're comfortable with. We'll post again with full details and the prompts nearer the time.

In the meantime, please feel free to send us suggestions for prompts! We're looking for one or two-word prompts at all levels of spice (some examples: Hands, Lingerie, Bondage).

November - December

No events - we're taking a couple of months off to let people take part in Secret Santa or other festive exchanges.

January

YR Week (dates to be decided)

February

A month for fanworks dedicated to our other main characters, with a week each for Felice, Sara and August, and an extra week for the minor characters.

March

Rare pairings week (dates to be decided)

April

30 April (Valborg) - Wilmon day

We'll then get feedback from you all nearer the time whether you want to run Wille and Simon's individual birthday events again or to mix it up next year.

Our aim is to have a mix of events that everyone can get involved with in some way, so if there's something you feel might be missing or you have other suggestions for events, please let us know!

[hehehereliesmysanity]

Champagne

Wille and Simon are best friends and Wille comes up with the brilliant idea to do a fake proposal for free champagne served for the newly-engaged couples in fancy restaurants. Wille gets up from the table and gets down on one knee with the cheap prop ring he got from the dollar store and proposes to his best friend Simon and every customer erupts with joy, cheering for them. Simon theatrically gasps with one hand over his mouth for the dramatic effect and says yes. Of course he does because that's the ruse. And then they share a brief close-mouthed kiss just like they agreed before. The waiter comes back with the free champagne and everybody is happy.

Except Wille feels different than a few minutes ago. Different than the reality where he didn't kiss his best friend and felt Simon's warm lips on his. He feels the electricity coursing through in his veins but that's probably because he is straight and he has never kissed a man before.

They keep doing the ruse a couple of times more. Each time something is different. Each time the kiss is getting longer. And one time there was tongue. And the other times after that. It is for free champagne and nothing more.

A year later, Wille gets down on one knee and produces a ring box in a crowded fancy restaurant. Simon laughs heartily at him.

"Baby, I think we are already past that point." he chuckles. "We don't have to fake propose to find an excuse to kiss each other now."

"This is not fake." Wille says instead.

That is when they get free champagne for the last time.

[leojfitz]

yr drabble challenge: a proposal

“You won’t believe what happened to me today.”  Simon gets into bed after a long day spent sunbathing on an Italian beach, and lies next to Wille, Simon’s head resting on his chest.  “What?” Wille asks, smirking, putting his arm behind Simon’s shoulder.  “The guy I’ve been dating for two years asked me to marry him. On a deserted beach. Under the moonlight.”  “Ah, shit,” Wille says, taking Simon’s hand in his and bringing it close to his mouth. “I wanted to ask you too.” He kisses the ring he has put on his fiancè’s finger a few hours earlier. 

@youngroyals-events

[fbfh]

OOOOOH BOY chat we are COOKED!!!!! my insurance is being a little fuckin bitch about covering my adhd meds so I'm out and I have to self medicate with caffeine so espresso!op is back!!!! /lh

anyway almost done with season 3 of young royals and I'm thinking about August falling SO hard and fast for adhd!reader. you are the only person at hillerska who sees through his bullshit and calls him out on it and he HATES it and he can't fucking stay away from you. after you've been together for a while (people still marvel at how weirdly good you are for each other) you seem a little off, and finally fess up to him that there's a shortage of your adhd meds bc assholes keep abusing them or faking adhd to get it as a study drug (you are unaware that august is one of said assholes) so of COURSE he plays it off like "omg how could someone do that!!! that's just awful!!!!"

so despite his historical patterns of self centered douchey behavior and decisions he actually DOES care about you. there's this tiny little redeeming part within him that wants to be good. like lilo and stitch. dating august is like lilo and stitch and I will not elaborate further. anyway he genuinely does his best to help you out until your meds are filled again. he helps you with chores and laundry and stuff (calls in a cleaning service) makes sure you have grab and go meals (orders you a meal prep service and catering from your favorite restaurants) and helps you find your stuff (follows you around and keeps your keys wallet and phone on a shelf high enough for you to not reach that way you don't misplace them again). he listens to you ramble when you're feeling hyperactive and chatty, he lets you lay on his lap and watch bits of dust float through the air for hours on end when you're feeling inattentive. if you need to stim he'll take you to some indoor gymnastics trampoline park thing and let you go nuts, and if you use caffeine to self medicate when you're off your meds by GOD he will have espresso and energy drinks on tap for you. he won't mind when you wake him up at night because you can't sleep or keep moving around because you can't get comfy, he'll make sure you get where you need to go on time and act as your personal human planner. even if he needs to pick you up and carry you (which he will if necessary), he won't let you start stressing out about forgetting stuff. if you feel bad about it at all, if you feel like you're asking too much of him or being a burden, he will shut that shit down so fast. it's hard work, but he wants to do this, he wants to take care of you. he still won't tell you that he had a faking adhd for meds phase, but after seeing what you go through, he vows never to take prescription stimulants again. he'll make sure no one else in his circle does either - except vincent, who's actually diagnosed and has to regularly remind August that he is in fact supposed to be taking adderall whenever it comes up. August has so much more respect for you and for neurodivergent people in general after that. he didn't think karma really existed before, but he sure as fuck does now, and he might think a little more about tempting her by doing something douchey next time. even if he doesn't, he has you to keep him in line.

[caramelpenguin]

wilmon <3 'when did u first notice me?'

"When did you first notice me? Was it our first lesson together?"

He grumbles an incoherent answer, so Simon nudges him, and keeps nudging him until he hears a laugh and Wille's hand interweaves their fingers together. "It was on my first day."

Simon furrows his brows. "We didn't talk on your first day." Though he does remember laughing at a viral GIF of Wille with Rosh and Ayub...

"I saw you. You were singing with the choir."

Rolling his eyes, Simon locks their legs together under the covers, warmth seeping into his bones, love rushing through his blood. "But that's when you first saw me, Wille. When did you first notice me?"

"I noticed you that day. You were the loudest, singing from your heart, and I felt that."

Simon remembers neon lights and glowsticks and hiding from August. He remembers the same words muttered between them in the darkness. He remembers the past with an ache for the two boys who were so innocent.

"What about you? When did you first notice me?"

"When you tripped over after introducing yourself."

Wille groans. "You could've atleast tried to be more romantic!"

[gulliblelemon]

Rosh and Wille

For @purplehoodiesandclementines who asked for some Rosh and Wille missing moments to celebrate my two years writing. I've done a double drabble for you, one during canon, and one post-canon.

Rosh’s grip on his hand is threateningly firm. “Prince Wilhelm.” “Wille is fine.” He removes his hand, trying not to flex his fingers. “So you headbutted someone?”  Wille laughs awkwardly. “Erm… yes?” Rosh hums. Wille doesn’t know what that means. “Did they deserve it?” Taken by surprise, Wille blinks. “Uh… yes,” he says. “Well no. Probably not a… headbutt. But he was… crossing some lines.” Nodding, Rosh squints at him. “Do you do that a lot?” “It’s not a… habit.” “Good. Because I’ll end you if you hurt Simon.” “Oh!” Wille says in surprise. “I… okay. That— uhm, noted.” “Good.”

💜⚽️💜

“Can I?” Wille asks, gesturing to the ground beside Rosh. Wordlessly, she nods. Lowering himself down, Wille says, “You broke a promise.” She turns. “Excuse me?” Wille hands her a beer and they watch Simon and Ayub kick a ball around. “You said you’d end me if I hurt Simon.” Rosh splutters on her drink. “You wanted me to end you?” “No,” Wille says. “But… I hurt him.” “You did.” They both fall silent. “But he’d have ended me if I hurt you. So… free pass for the love of his life.” Wille’s heart soars, and Rosh pushes him over.

[hergrandplan]

Maybe in another life

This idea hit me after posting the first one, so I guess we are doing two drabbles in one day! hopefully this makes up for that bit of angst?

@youngroyals-events

Wille falls headfirst on the couch, groaning loudly.

“Another successful date?”

Simon’s roommate just responds with another groan, this time muffled by a pillow, before rolling onto his back and grimacing. “I think I’m cursed to be forever single. Maybe I’ll find someone in another life.”

Simon takes a deep breath. “But you could be with me in this one.”

Simon’s about to brush it off as a joke when he sees Wille swallow before he, softly, hopefully, asks, “is that a serious offer?”

Simon nods, barely able to breathe, to speak, until suddenly, Wille surges forward, and kisses him.

[purplehoodiesandclementines]

So... I'm not sure how this happened, and I know drabble week is technically over... But I kept thinking of you, @gulliblelemon, last night, and of the many beautiful gems you've gifted to us over the past week (despite announcing initially that you were "not like that"!). Some of them keep living in my heart, they are canon now.

So since I've recently discovered that writing fanfic for others is fun (and frankly the only way I feel brave enough to post anything), I wrote you this little thank you note. It's an expansion of one of my favorite scenes.

Thank you for being the spectacular human you are, and for being a wonderful friend. 💜

🛵

"Thanks for inviting me. I—uh, I had a great time." Running a hand through his hair, Wille glanced down before meeting Simon's eyes with a shy smile.

"Me too." Simon nodded, rolling his lips to stop the idiotic grin from overtaking his face.

"Good night, Simon."

"Good night... Wille."

Simon stared after him, a fond giggle bubbling up in his chest as Wille stepped backwards, stumbling slightly before turning to walk up to Forest Ridge.

Someone snorted behind Simon.

Rolling his eyes, he climbed back onto Rosh’s scooter.

"Shut up."

Ayub raised his hands.

"We didn't even say anything!”

🛵

[hehehereliesmysanity]

forget-me-not

Simon hasn’t seen Wille since the party, and now he stands there, all beautiful. Simon doesn’t know what to do after what happened at the party before they left for the holidays, and Wille is right in front of him, walking determined steps towards him and enveloping him in a soft, fluffy, blissful hug and Simon’s words die down on his tongue before he even thinks of something barely decent.

“Hey,” Wille greets him with a full, toothy smile. Is he pretending nothing happened before the holidays? Did he forget what happened?

“Hi,” Simon tries greeting back. Try is the keyword here because his voice comes out as squeaky and not so flattering. He clears his throat and tries one more time. “Hey, hi.” Cool, this is slightly better.

“How was your holiday?”

“It was—”

“Wille, come here for a second,” August interrupts them and pulls Wille by the arm without sparing a glance at Simon. Wille goes unwillingly, his protest in vain, but he turns his head and looks at Simon with an empathetic smile.

***

It’s after he is done with the classes when he sees him again the same day. He is standing in the courtyard waiting for Sara so that they could take the bus and go home. He makes his way over to him, and Wille’s mouth turns into a smile as soon as he notices Simon approaching.

“My summer was nice,” Simon says in lieu of greeting. Wille scrunches his eyebrows, probably confused at the opening of this conversation.

“You asked how my summer was before we were rudely interrupted,” he laughs and then Wille joins him.

“So my summer was nice. I visited my relatives and played with my little cousins.” he begins and Wille is listening to him with a big smile on his face. “And I went to a party and I got myself a little kiss,” he adds without another thought. Wille gives him a strained smile.

“Yeah?”

“That was nice.” he can’t help but add. Who is he kidding? That was so fucking amazing.

“Right.” Wille exhales slowly. “Good.” He pauses for a second. And Simon thinks he looks annoyed. Maybe he shouldn't have brought it up. “Who–Who was it?” he asks.

Simon is confused. Wait, maybe he really doesn’t remember, but it is too late now. Simon has only been thinking about it for months. He can’t pretend like nothing happened.

“It was you.” Simon says with a small smile. “You don’t remember kissing me?” he challenges him with a raised eyebrow. They were sitting on the window sill after they got bored of the party and left to get some fresh air. They talked all night, not even thinking about going back to the party. Simon laughed so hard when Wille told a funny story and he toppled over the small pot with little blue flowers on the sill and it fell to the ground. Wille cleaned it up because it was his fault for being too funny. He was an idiot. A charming and pretty idiot.

It was almost midnight and they were saying goodbye but Wille pulled him in for a hug because Wille was gonna go back to Stockholm for the summer holidays. When they broke apart, Wille didn’t let go. He pulled him back in with a hand at the back of his head and kissed him. Simon was too stunned to react but he kissed back. And Wille got panicked and ran away.

They didn’t talk the whole summer.

“Oh.” Wille says, his mouth hanging open very unflatteringly but he still looks cute. “Oh,” he repeats. Then the corners of his mouth turn upwards and he starts blushing. Fuck, he looks so adorable. Maybe he is getting himself another kiss after all.

August appears out of nowhere again and he calls Wille to the rowing practice. Simon is upset that Wille has to go again. Except he doesn’t.

“Not now, August,” he says calmly but August doesn’t budge, insisting that they have to leave. Simon gives Wille an empathetic smile. “I said not now,” Wille yells in August’s direction this time and pulls Simon by the arm and brings them back inside the building, heading for the music room. 

“Sorry about that.” he says, closing the door quietly after they get inside.

“It is fine. More than fine.” Simon shrugs. “Why did you bring me here?” he says, pressing his lips together to fight off a grin. He has a very good idea why. He hopes he is right. “Are we going to talk?” he grins, no longer trying to bite back his smile.

Wille gets in his space and looks him in the eye with a mission, wetting his lips. “Can I kiss you again?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” Simon smirks and in an instant, Wille’s lips are on his and life is meaningful again.

[andthatisnotfake]

“Wait, you can hear me?”

Unexpected roommate

Simon watched the cute guy move into his apartment. Well, his. It hadn't actually been his for nearly ten years. He'd watched several people move in and out again.

New Guy was handsome: tall and slender, sharp jawline, cute nose, soft-looking brown hair. If Simon was forced to watch people live in his apartment for eternity, at least this one was attractive.

“Damn, you're hot!” Simon said out loud, since he wouldn't be able to hear him anyway.

But New Guy turned, eyes wide, the box he'd been carrying falling from his hands.

Simon frowned. “Wait, you can hear me?”

Written for YRDC2024 @youngroyals-events

[fbfh]

hmm. August Horn. sorry in advance to the young royals fandom for this one. loosely inspired by this tiktok. August really really needs to be taken down a peg. we know he likes the power and status he has as a member of the royal family and a prefect and captain of the rowing team a little too much. we know he's on a power trip, that he thinks he can throw power and status and money and get whatever he wants. why couldn't he? it's always worked in the past. then he sees you. he sees you on opening night in the starring role of hillerska's new theatre program. you're shining on stage, and not just because of your sparkly costume and body glitter shimmering under the stage lights. you're breathing new life into a role from a classic old musical from back in the day. he takes one look at you singing your little song and doing your little dance and he wants you. he wants you more than he's wanted anything in a while. he feels like you're his already even though he hasn't even approached you yet, and he finds it hard to ignore the twinge of jealousy that flashes through him at the chemistry you have with your love interest. he knows the deal is basically done, all he has to do approach you after the show to seal the deal. he'll compliment you on your performance, you'll fawn at his words, he'll take you away somewhere cozy and quiet to talk and the rest will be history. he's left speechless when you reply to his praise with a distracted, "thank you, it's been such an amazing experience and the whole cast and crew are so great", quickly scribbling your signature across his playbill before walking away without a second glance. he can't believe that just happened. he watches you talk to your castmates and to other people who came to see the show, only looking back in his direction to wave to a friend a few feet behind him. his ego is bruised and his interest is piqued. to make matters worse, you're in his dreams that night. he wakes up craving you even more than before. it gets worse when your song is stuck in his head for the rest of that week as he tries to figure out how to get your attention. you don't seem to care much about sports or school politics or he would have used his title as prefect and team captain long before now. he watches you from afar, unable to remember a time when he was so frustrated, when he wanted something so fucking badly and couldn't have it. he tries in vain to distract himself with other people, but you're so magnetic, so alluring that no one else at this school stands a chance comapred to you. he's determined to get your attention, and you're determined to ignore him, to prolong this little game of cat and mouse for as long as you find it fun. the more you challenge him, the more he craves you, the more he's driven to do whatever he has to to get you to fall for him. but for now, you'll stay elusive, inangibly out of reach.