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you’ve heard it once and you’ve heard it a hundred times, you don’t belong, a mix of two, each side relying on bonds and touch, humans evolved because they started to work together, and piglins are fiercely protective of their own, we all know that
so how would it feel, to be made of two of the most touch and bond oriented species and be exiled by both sides
to have any chance of bonding, to have any interaction with either side be met with fear or violence, both just as bad
and how would it feel to, for a moment, reach out and attempt to form a bond, but the moment you get comfortable tragedy strikes and they die, leaving you to think it was your fault, that it was a warning, a lesson, don't reach out, it will only end in hurt
and now you're wandering, lost, following the path that the voices dictate, and it happens again, a chance
they extend a hand, and at first it's only for battle, every once in a while you meet and help each other if they are in the middle of battle
and it goes on for years, they meet up, fight together, and sometimes, just for a rare few moments, you might stay a bit longer, you talk to them, see how they're are doing, and soon you both start to stay in bars, sharing a meal, drink, or a burden they recently picked up
slowly, you realize, that it's already happened, that they already made their way into your heart, the one thing you vowed to never happen lest they end up hurt... like last time
you leave them, you can't lash out, can't bear the sadness and hurt that would flash across their face, but instead tell a lie, a sweet little lie, "sorry, I can't right now" it's simple, until it keeps being used, each time growing sharper until it's stabbing, making it clear that whatever was growing, the blooming relationship, is over
but the thing is, you never chose the normal ones, there is always something special about them, they were either fearless or in this case, too smart for their own good
and he is, he is so smart, and even with the walls he put up to protect himself from any sharp words you might throw, he sits you down and makes you talk, refusing to leave until you give him an answer, a real one
and what are you supposed to do? nothing, nothing but to fall to their whims, you already knew that you would do anything for them, and so you open your mouth and let the love you've spent pushing down for so long, hiding it in the shade, pour out and soak in the sunlight of his attention, and you beg, pray, that he will accept, that he won't leave you, that he won't turn his nose up in disgust
finally done, feeling oddly empty now that his love is out, you wait for the persecution, wait for the decision, in the deafening silence of his shock, and wait. what you don't expect, is a warm hand to caress your skin, lighting up nerves that you thought were burned, and with his warmth and touch, he gently moves towards your hair and-
stars burst through your eyes, your arms tremble, everything is trembling actually, you smell salt but you push it away because he's touching you, the instinct you thought buried to stay alive lights up as your needs are finally being given, and you can only whine, high and needy. the dam broke, all the longing you had been brought forward and you can only clutch him in your arms, wanting more and more and more and everything he’ll allow to give you
and he does, somehow, he accepts and more, he returns his own love, shares it with you, someone unworthy of his love is seen with love and adoration, and you can only keen and push into his grasp holding you, push for more touch, push for more of his love, even if you’re called greedy, you will gladly paint your skin envy and glare at anyone who dares to look at him, taking up the title with pride, wanting nothing more than to please him and only him
a gentle nudge has you pulling back, a question about to slip from your lips when he touches them, a gentle press of fingers, a silent question, and who are you to deny him?
the last thought you have before falling into the pleasure and zing against the press of lips is that you will give anything up for him, for you, the world, Phil