2 Works by Snatchfer
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Oh - oh fuck. Fuck - fuck.
Tommy’s going to fucking die here, isn’t he?
Tommy’s going to fucking die.
He can’t even resist as Phil brings his hand up to Tommy’s cheek, a murmur of a touch. A whimper lodges itself between his tongue and teeth, but Phil smiles like he heard it anyway - like he’s pleased to have heard it. The expression dies just as quickly as it was born.
“I thought I told you, Tommy,” He’s crouched, now; close, but not touching. Tommy squeezes his eyes shut. “You don’t need to be afraid. Not of me.”
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Tommy has lived a normal life by the sea since he was born, with friends and an uncle and a whole village to take care of him. So it's a little alarming to suddenly wake up, stranded in the middle of the ocean, with only three strange men for company. But the more time he spends with them, the less certain he is that they even are men - or human at all.
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There’s a sigh, much closer than he’d thought, and he’s momentarily distracted from the video - though not from the feeling - as Wilbur drops down cross legged next to him. There’s a little grin on his face; smug, translucent, maybe somewhat fond. His eyes are crinkled at the corners again, his cheeks creased where his smile got too wide to fit in just his lips.
His skin is blue-white from the video on the screen and constantly changing, but the look in his eyes is constant. He doesn’t even want to say it out loud.
People are so gorgeous, he thinks instead.
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Wilbur has a song he wants Tommy to listen to.