Protective (five x reader)

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"Five?" I heard a faint call coming from God knows where.

"Five!" The voice called again in a louder tone, snapping me out of my trance.

"Where's y/n?" Klaus; my favorite -living- brother, asked me...

"Gone." I replied, my thoughts still foggy, my eyes were becoming blurry.

"Hey, hey! We will find her, she is strong, she can take care of herself until we get to her." Klaus stated, I wish I had the confidence in myself as klaus did y/n.

"No. I need- she needs me." I began to say.

"Allison needs a hospital, Luther needs Allison, I need. Her" I cried out.

"Five?! Buddy, Are you even listening to yourself? She will be absolutely fine, when all this is over, when the universe or whatever doesn't need saving, you can have all the time in the world with her."

That's exactly my point... no one has time, having enough time is fictional... people can dream of it, but that's all it really is, a mere glimpse... a show of the world's selfishness.

So why waste the only thing that is limited... I needed to save her now.

-Y/N POV-

"Vanya? I'm going to ask you one last time. Let me go!" I pleaded...

Vanya and Harold were now standing in the kitchen, looking at me with wonder in their bloodstained eyes.

"Harold... if you don't let me go, I will shove that stick up your ass." I said, my eyes drifting towards the long coat hanger.

"Sideways."

He gave an evil laugh, and stepped towards me.

"Y/n, y/n, y/n?" He tsked."

"You know? maybe if you kept your pretty mouth shut, I might think of letting you go." He said.

I was tied to a chair, my arms behind my back, the only thing that I was able to move was my head...

Without thinking, I brought my head towards his, hitting it hard.

I had seen in a movie how the hero would head-butt the villain in their haste attempt to escape. But what they didn't view was, how much it fucking hurt.

He gave out a little cry, his hand flying to his lip.

"You little bitch!" He screamed out. I gave a small smile, but cringed ever so slightly; The reason I told myself was because of the impact my forehead had made with his teeth, but deep down I knew. My father was somewhere in the lines of Harold's features. In his words.

I shuddered at that thought but turned to Vanya regardless.

"Cmon Vanya let's get you cleaned up." Harold said whipping his bloody lip.

"Don't move." He turned around to face me again.

"Wouldn't dream of it." I replied sarcastically.

The couple walked away, into the bathroom I assumed. I heard the bath water running, and that was my cue to escape.

I began with the knot behind my back. Fiddling my way to freedom..

It was no use, Harold is too goddamn good at kidnapping, and tying people up... he must have had a lot of practice. Psychopath

Cmon y/n think!

-FIVES POV-
We were now back at the academy, looking over our sister's, half dead body, trying to negotiate on who would give her the blood she needed.