“Before time began, there was the Cube. We know not where it comes from, only that it holds the power to create worlds and fill them with life. That is how our race was born. For a time, we lived in harmony, like all great power, some wanted it for good, others for evil. And so began the war, a war that ravaged our planet until it was consumed by death, and the Cube was lost to the far reaches of space. We scattered across the galaxy, hoping to find it and rebuild our home, searching every star, every world. And just when all hope seemed lost, the message of a new discovery drew us to an unknown planet called Earth. But we were already too late.”
“He’s late.” The sun was burning the older man slowly, as he and his youngest kid were waiting for his eldest son to get out of school. Ron shot a look towards the backseat, noticing that the teenager seated wasn’t paying attention to him, rather to the other kids walking out of the place they just escaped. “He was talking to Mr. Hosney before I left. He should be out soon.” A nod was all they got in response before Ron turned back, looking at the school doors with a frown. “Did he get an A?” A sigh escaped the teen’s lips, remembering the deal they made with their father. If both twins managed to get three A’s and a thousand dollars each, he would buy them their first car. To much dismay of the two, but they came to an agreement eventually and decided to suck it up. “I sure hope so.” (Y/n) mumbled before crossing her arms. Before Ron could turn back they noticed the older twin running out off the school, waving the paper in his hand around happily.
“Yes! yes, yes!” A smile appeared on (Y/n)’s face, realizing they’d finally get their car. “So?” Sam opened the door with haste, climbing in as he shoved the paper into his fathers face, giving him no time or space to examine the paper. “A-, it’s an A, though.” Ron reached for the paper, grabbing it out of his son’s hands. “Wait, wait, wait. I can’t see.” He paused, inspecting the paper before handing it back to Sam and glancing at his daughter in the rearview mirror. “It’s an A.” Sam and (Y/n) shared a glance, both smiling to themselves before Sam turned to his father. “So we’re good.” “You’re good.” A laugh escaped (Y/n)’s mouth as the car started. “Freedom, here we come!” The brunette in the front cheered along, making Ron roll his eyes with a small smile on his own face.
The ride took some time, yet after a while Ron rode onto a certain terrain. “I got a little surprise for you kids.” Sam glanced at his sister in the mirror before turning to their dad. “What kind of…” He trailed off, making (Y/n) follow his glance. “No, no, no, no, no. Dad!” He nearly climbed out off his seat. “Oh, you gotta be kidding me.” (Y/n) sighed as soon as she heard the older man laugh. “He is, aren’t you?” Ron nodded, making Sam look between him and the teen in the back seat. “Yeah, I am. You’re not getting a Porsche.” Sam’s smile dropped within an instant, making (Y/n) bite back a chuckle. “You think that’s funny?” “Yeah, I think it’s funny.” With a yawn (Y/n) leaned back in her seat, and threw her legs up on the couch. Ron’s laughter was cut short as he noticed how the youngest was seated. “Feet of the car.” “What’s wrong with you?” Sam questioned, interrupting the new argument before it could continue. “You’d think I’d really get you a Porsche for your first car?” Sam folded his arms like a toddler starting it’s temper tantrum. “I don’t want to talk to you for the rest of this whole thing.” A grin appeared on (y/n)’s face, as she leaned her head back against the door window. “A bit difficult as dad has to pay the remaining two-thousand.” The older twin turned to the backseat, a glare on his face. “On whose side are you?” “Of the one who pays the most.” Ron chuckled as Sam huffed, turning back to look around. “Oh, come on. It’s just a practical joke.” The boy shook his head. “It’s not a funny joke.” The tension faded, and silence took over until. “(Y/n) Witwicky feet of the couch!”
- First part is out, It isn't as much as I hoped I'd write but it seemed like an okay starter for this account. Feel free to request oneshots in the meantime. And I'm debating on making this story as a character x reader one in the future, probably 2nd or 3rd book. So... who should be endgame?
