Fics like songs of change

The claws on Phil’s fingers could probably shred Wilbur’s skin to ribbons. Instead though, his touch was as light as could be as he cupped Wilbur’s face, thumb brushing his stinging cheek. The scales were rough, but didn’t scratch him. If anything, his hand was blessedly cool against the heat on his face. “Why is only this part of your face red?” Phil asked, his voice low. Wilbur couldn’t remember the last time someone had cupped his face like this. The last time anyone had been gentle like this with him. It took all of his willpower not to melt into Phil’s hand. “One of them hit me,” Wilbur admitted softly. or, Wilbur is the cabin boy on a pirate ship, at least until the ship sinks and he's left marooned on a deserted island. It's just him, the few others that survived the wreck, and the waves to keep them company. Well, and the merman. Because apparently those things are real. or or, being marooned on an island isn't too bad when you get a found family out of it.

Fics like songs of change

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