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"It's just a little place I designed myself for those who disobey the rules of the Fortress."
Wriothesley felt like he was having a heart attack as he tried to quickly unlock the hatch, leading down to solitary confinement.
"Didn't take you for an architect."
He growled and raised his fist, smashing the padlock until it broke.
"It's quite fun when you're bored."
He threw the lock aside and swung the hatch open.
"Especially when I get the chance to use my vision."
He threw himself down, ignoring the use of the ladder.
"Don't tell me you made it out of ice."
He endured the pain after receiving fall damage, but quickly threw himself up and sprinted down the long hallway.
"Not exactly. The exterior is made from a cool metal that retains whatever temperature is inside. As for the interior, that's what I used my ice for."
He felt tears brewing in his eyes as the hallway became longer than what he remembered.
"So, in other words, whoever is down there just freezes to death?"
Running into the door, he punched the handle repeatedly until it finally broke.
"Some kind of masochist you are, Wriothesley."
He threw the door open, looking at the front of the frozen enclosure.
"I do enjoy pain."
He began hyperventilating as he smashed the lock open.
"But it won't kill them to stay there..."
Forcing the door open with his two hands...
"...as long as it's not over 48 hours."
...his heart stopped beating as he looked down at your lifeless body.
...
He broke off the chains that were restraining you. Grabbing your fragile body and pulling you out of the cell, he panted and laid you down on the ground.
Tears fell onto your face as he pushed his head down onto your chest.
...
Going into a full panic, he cupped your cheeks, looking at your frozen eyes.
"Y/N... Y/N!"
He shook you, hoping that this was some sick joke you were performing as a sort of payback.
He panted, removing the rope from your mouth. Frozen blood was covered all over your face as Wriothesley shook your body once more.
"Come on... Come on... Wake up... Wake up..."
He cried as no response was received from you.
Breathing shakily while sniffing, he angrily grit his teeth, pushing his forehead to yours.
"I'm so fucking sorry! I'm so sorry!"
He cried onto your lips, still trying to shake your body awake.
"Please, wake up... WAKE UP!"
His heart shattered as reality settled in.
Shaking his head, he tried to fight off the truth. He continued to shake your body, praying to the Gods that you would return to him.
His cries echoed off the walls in the room. He cried out your name, his love for you, and his desire for you to wake up.
But you still didn't respond.
He hovered over you, pressed onto his palms as his face became full of heartbreak.
He was always a broken individual. He had never healed, had never cared for his mental health, and he never let people see him is such a panicked state.
But right now...
...this was the real Wriothesley.
A heartbroken and fragile soul, who wanted nothing more than to be truly loved.
"Don't leave me..." He cupped your face again, gently shaking you once more.
"You told your dad... you told him you would stay here, right...?" Wriothesley opened his eyes to look at you.
"Y-You wouldn't lie to him..."
Another tear fell onto your face.
"You can't... you can't leave..."
His voice shattered.
"Y-You still have to get your mom... r-remember...?"
He kissed your frozen cheek.
"Please, don't go... please... I... I..."
His face fell into your neck, absorbing his sobs and pleads.
"Please..."
He intertwined his hand within yours.
"Sigewinne... she said... we're a perfect match..."
He sat up and held his hand in yours, pushing it to your chest.
"So... please don't go..."
He closed his eyes and sobbed again, squeezing your hand gently yet firmly.
When he reopened them, he was staring at your chest.
His breathing slowed as he placed his hand over it, pushing gently.
Looking back at your face, he did it again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
Until finally, both his hands were pushing onto your chest, cries and his broken breath filling the silence in the room.
He repeated his actions over, and over, and over, and over.
But when no response was given...
...His pace slowed.
...
"...Please..."
A bit of fog escaped from your mouth.
Wriothesley stopped his actions, looking frantically at your face.
Another breath came.
He quickly pushed on your chest again, until...
"...!"
...You inhaled.
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Tamed || Wriothesley x Reader
Fanfiction"...And that's how you tame an unruly prisoner, 101." Your temper typically got in the way with any minor inconvenience in your world. You were used to the desert life in Sumeru, always fighting and coming across your usual trouble-making situations...
