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I wrote a little something to make myself feel better. :)
Title: Watching Him
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Dan/?
Rating: Oh, probably G. PG for shota aspects, perhaps. ;)
He's so innocent. You think maybe that's it; it shouldn't be possible to watch him sleep, but you do, his slow snuffling, the way he clutches at his favorite stuffed animal--tonight it's one of the elephants. You wish you could touch him, but you can't.
You love watching his eyes light up when something good happens, you love the way he bounces, you love the way that stupid green headband falls into his eyes and the way he refuses to get rid of it.
You the way he's so vibrant, the way he shines, they way he believes in people and doesn't stop. You love his voice, his soft desus, the way he makes you want to take care of him.
You love him.
The problem is that it's wrong--for one, he's twelve, and you're older--you look at yourself in the mirror some nights and wonder what's wrong with you, what's so twisted in you that you can want this.
You stare at your eyes and you reach out because that's the worst bit--that's the most wrong bit of all--
they're his too.
Title: Watching Him
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Dan/?
Rating: Oh, probably G. PG for shota aspects, perhaps. ;)
He's so innocent. You think maybe that's it; it shouldn't be possible to watch him sleep, but you do, his slow snuffling, the way he clutches at his favorite stuffed animal--tonight it's one of the elephants. You wish you could touch him, but you can't.
You love watching his eyes light up when something good happens, you love the way he bounces, you love the way that stupid green headband falls into his eyes and the way he refuses to get rid of it.
You the way he's so vibrant, the way he shines, they way he believes in people and doesn't stop. You love his voice, his soft desus, the way he makes you want to take care of him.
You love him.
The problem is that it's wrong--for one, he's twelve, and you're older--you look at yourself in the mirror some nights and wonder what's wrong with you, what's so twisted in you that you can want this.
You stare at your eyes and you reach out because that's the worst bit--that's the most wrong bit of all--
they're his too.