Promise [Number 5 X Reader]

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Hi everyone! I realize that this update is LONG overdue, but thank you to the readers who are still with me after so long!

Warning: Description of Injuries, the name "Daddy" is used in a non-sexual context.

Klaus

I nearly twirled through the door, hardly a thought in my little noggin, only for my half-decent mood to be utterly shattered at the sight of like, four of the Sparrows dead on the floor—and they looked positively nasty, all burnt and melty and whatnot.

"Oh, fuck. Heavens to Betsy. What happened this time?" I asked, immediately catching sight of Viktor not too far from the crime scene, looking quite startled. "Did Viktor go full Carrie again?"

At that moment I took a glance at the floor to realize that one of the Sparrows was not a Sparrow at all, and was actually (Y/n), holy shit! She looked terrible! Her arm was oozing an absolute fuck-ton of blood through patches of crystals that had stayed—through some sort of miracle!—intact despite her unconsciousness.

"Aah! (Y/n)!" I hollered out, immediately sliding to my knees in front of the girl and pulled her into my lap, Diego already kneeling next to her. "Guys, help!" 

"This time it wasn't us!" Allison insisted. She nodded her head to the unfamiliar geezer before grabbing a first-aid kit from behind Chet's counter and rushing over to where me and Diego were holding Renley, immediately taking out a roll of bandages—which I felt like would not be enough.

"Harlan—" Viktor had put his arm out touch the much older dude, only for the old-timer to rear back. 

"—No!" I even jumped a little at his little outburst. "Please, just stay back," the man insisted. 

"I just want to know you're alright" Viktor apologized.

"Who the hell is creepy grandpa?" I hissed to the other two.

Diego was the one to reply, "Remember Viktor's girlfriend's kid from Dallas?"

"Shit," murmured Allison, pausing in the middle of wrapping up (Y/n)'s arm.

"Holy fuck!" Klaus added in sync. "Wait a sec, I thought Viktor ixnayed all that mojo back in Dallas with all the—the—" Not being able to find a word, I made all the whooshing sounds that Viktor had done with his powers, and used my arms to give them a better picture. 

"Mm-hmm, looks like it wore off or something," Allison mumbled. 

"Okay, but like, why's he here?" I asked, suddenly feeling like I'd missed enough events to fill a one-hour special. 

"Honestly? I don't really give a fuck," Diego guffawed, "He pretty much saved our asses from the Sparrows."

"So he's the one who did this to (Y/n)?" I grumbled, placing a large cotton patch over some of the bloodier crystals. "Doesn't seem like he did all that fantastic a job." 

"Hey, Sloane, can you hear me?" Pretty soon the main spectacle became the giant blonde hoisting our enemy into a sitting position. She let out an audible grunt of pain, to which Luther assured her, "You're safe now."

She certainly didn't look alright when she found three of her compadres with their faces melted off, not moving an inch. I was super-duper-uber glad I hadn't come back to see (Y/n) had gotten melted too.

Sloane  let out a gasp—probably in horror at the states of her buddies, and Luther again tried to calm her down, "I've got you, Sloane. You're gonna be okay." Without so much as a reply—which, rude—the little birdie turned on her heel and ran.