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[purplespringtraps]

Unrequited.

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV.

Character: Thancred Waters.

Warnings: Angst.

Gender of the reader is not specified.

He holds you close like he always does after he’s come down from his high of filling you up, with his fingers wrapped around locks of your hair he’s been brushing softly and his face pressed against your chest, his free hand lightly following the shape of your arm until he finds your own hand and takes it in his grasp, intertwining your fingers so you couldn’t easily let go.

He wouldn’t but he knows you absolutely would.

His skin is rough against your own and his warm breath makes your naked flesh rise up with goose bumps, his breathing is calm and peaceful while his eyes are closed. He’s silent, finally, because he fears your response to his words so he bites down the “I love you” that was threatening to come out of his bruised lips. He just can’t stand it when you tell him the same thing over and over again, because he’s tried so hard to convince himself you’re wrong.

“I am not the one you love,” you always said to him, often in a weak whisper, and much to his breaking heart today was not an exception. This time he wouldn’t hear it, he’s fed up with that phrase; more importantly, he’s sick of answering you the same thing as well, it often led up to the second response you always gave him, one that he hated the most.

If you just wouldn’t say it, just for once. Please, he begs, just keep quiet while he lays on top of you, curled up against your tired form and face hidden to not look at your –he presumes- tear stained face. Just let him have this time, enjoying your warmth against his own and relishing on the feeling of your skin so close to his.

Your chest shakes as more tears fall down your eyes in an endless stream and his head moves along, being so carefully rested on top of you. Thancred feels your lungs filling up with air as you prepare yourself to speak again, and he hates his existence just a bit more after he hears what you have to say, what he loathes to hear.

“You’re not the one I love.”

He’s not sure who’s crying the most between you two now.

[purplespringtraps]

More Yandere Lucio with a servant Apprentice or something?

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.

This happened often, you knew what would follow after he softly kissed your wet cheek.