THROUGH TIME & SPACE ★ FIVE HARGREEVES X READER

CH. I

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WE ONLY SEE EACH OTHER AT WEDDINGS AND FUNERALS

"i love the smell of gasoline,
i light the match to taste the heat"

30 YEARS EARLIER

1989

ON THE 12TH HOUR OF the first day of October 1989, 43 women around the world gave birth. This was unusual only in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day first began. Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer, resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible...

He got eight of them.

30 YEARS LATER

2019

"SO I WAS THINKING YOU come in from the kitchen as a distraction and I'll sneak up behi—"

"Yadda, yadda, yadda." Diego moved his hands like how a sock puppeteer would and whispered back to (Y/N). "We don't have time for this. We have to move in." That was the last thing he said before getting up from his crouched position, adjusting his domino mask, and slipping through the window he and his sister were just perched outside of.

"No, Diego..! Jesus Christ, you never listen to me..." (Y/N) mumbled under her breath while she hastily followed after him.

"Show me where the safe is or your family's dead!" (Y/N) heard one of the robbers threaten. She saw them pushing another man to their knees, all tied up with a long piece of duct tape across his mouth to keep him from screaming for help or waking up the neighbours. "Where's the safe?"

Her brother was already steps ahead of her, creeping up on one of the robbers. (Y/N) caught sight of the helpless family members curled up on the ground, whimpering and terrified for their lives. Diego's steps were light and calculated, but as soon as the robber on watch got a whiff of some presence around him and turned around, it was too late.

... a little bit of rain potentially, later in the week.

(Y/N) spotted another man taking notice of Diego and was about to strike at him if she hadn't grabbed him by the neck, muffling his scream with her arm so that Diego's target wouldn't realise what was happening.

Diego brought his hands up and smashed it down with a large force onto the robber, knocking him off balance, sending his shotgun clattering to the ground, and probably shattering his elbow in the process while at the same time throwing multiple hits to his sides. A series of grunts were heard from behind, where (Y/N) had beaten up and knocked out another man before coming up from beside Diego, slamming the last criminal face-first into a glass coffee table. A spatter of blood got on (Y/N)'s face and she grimaced while wiping it away.

Hearing quick footsteps approaching them from behind, Diego pulled out a knife, swinging it to pin his attacker's hands to the wall right next to the mantlepiece of the living room. If it weren't for the blood and bodies lying around, the room would've looked nice and cosy while it was raining outside.

The two of them sighed in exhaustion and turned towards the cowering family.

Just before (Y/N) was about to make a snarky comment about her brother's usual impulsive behaviour, Diego left the room and turned into the hallway. (Y/N) exhaled and went to peel off the tape from the poor family's mouths.

She then heard Diego call from the other room, "(Y/N), come here for a moment?"

Finally untying the last victim, the woman put her thumbs behind the belt of her combat suit and followed Diego's voice to where he was standing in the kitchen. "What is it?" (Y/N) said, peering over his shoulder to look at the television screen, which was blindingly bright in the dimly moonlit room. She held a hand over her eyes to possibly lessen the pain in staring at the bright box.

We are now going live on a breaking story...

Diego hadn't responded. On the bottom of the screen, as the main news headline of the story, a moving strip of letters. It took a while for (Y/N) to properly adjust her vision to read the small font.

... police reports the death of the eccentric and reclusive billionaire and founder of 'The Umbrella Academy', Reginald Hargreeves.

(Y/N) blinked to make sure she was reading the words right. Maybe the drugs with Klaus from earlier were starting to kick in. She was simply hallucinating.

Her thoughts were proven incorrect when the text moved on and she saw a large photo of her father's face plastered on the screen. His irritating glare piercing through the glass of the TV and staring into her soul. With disgust... disappointment.... and revulsion. Just like he had done so so many times before in person.

That was definitely him.

"Shit... dad..."

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