#non binary reader friendly

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV.

Character: Thancred Waters.

Warnings: Angst.

Gender of the reader is not specified.

Because self indulgence gives me life, here’s a link to the song that inspired this.

In which the apprentice is Lucio’s personal performer. <3

Warnings: Mentions of violence, yandere character.

Reader’s gender is not specified.

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 The room was poorly lit by the burning sun outside the heavily locked window, the light trying to make its way through the tiny slits the metal bars and the chains that covered the stained glass over the wall to your side. It was enough for you to see the black and white keys of the piano you were staring at with dull eyes; some of them were covered in dust, others had dry bloody fingerprints, and the ones directly beneath your lowered head were gradually getting wetter by your tears.

Simply because you heard the door open and close behind you, and it was only one person who was allowed to do that. The man whom had put you in that room, locked the window and the door, and placed guards all over the hallway so even if for some supernatural reason you managed to undo all of the chains and locks they wouldn’t let you go far.

Lucio placed his hand over your shoulder, gently at first, and you could feel how his claws closed onto your body. It only helped your tears to fall faster even if no sound came from your throat and your body didn’t move. You felt his warmth surround you as he leant down, pressing his lips to your head in a quick kiss and traveling down as he nuzzled you.

“Play for me, sweetheart,” he whispered against your ear, moving his hand from your shoulder so now he was gently grasping the back of your neck, the cold of his golden arm sending weak shivers down your spine.

A sigh broke through you, shaking as did your lungs inside you, and your unsteady hands instinctively placed themselves over the keys of the old piano. Your left wrist was still swollen and beautiful purple marks covered it, some green and black ones running up your arm along with scars, both old and new, and judging by the pain you could almost swear at least one of your fingers was broken. Your right arm moved purely out of instinct and you couldn’t quite figure out why because it had been almost a week since you weren’t physically able to completely bend your elbow, and almost all feeling over your fingers disappeared.

But it didn’t matter. At least Lucio didn’t care one bit, because your limbs were somehow still working and obeying his every command. All of your injuries still hurt, some more than others, but you decided that playing the piano would make you forget the pain.

It didn’t. It never did.

The man at your side smiled and inhaled deeply, his touch never leaving your skin, and you could hear him humming along the only tune you had learnt when he made you take private piano classes. Back then you could have never guessed he wanted you to learn just for this, but then again you didn’t think he could lock you up and destroy you after all the times he had claimed he loved you.

You missed some notes and others were out of sync, but he didn’t seem to mind. It was when your arms no longer had the strength to move and you fingers felt like falling off your hands that his grasp on your neck tightened, his humming stopping as well, and your tears fell harder.