a face for fame is a crying shame
hi im jlil and im pretty rad
six-foot-two-phanchild
Your Music is Beautiful (And So Are You)
a/n: this started off with phil having the kinds of synesthesia that i have but they are v boring so it turned into this instead
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Word count: 5363
Summary: Phil has synesthesia, and it’s his most guarded secret as he grows up with the boy who made it the most beautiful.
Triggers: a little bit of physical bullying implied
Genre: fluff!
Shoutout to the baes beautiphillester and gettinhellaspooky for being awesome betas and especially beautiphillester bc our friendship inspired this fic! :)
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Phil climbed into his mum’s car quietly, lost in thought. He didn’t say hello, or tell his mum about his day; the six-year-old simply stuck the tip of his thumb in his mouth and chewed on it.
“Phil, sweetie, are you alright?” his mum asked, noticing Phil’s unusual silence.