*On the fifth night of Chanukah the-real-narnia gave to me:
the start of a new series*
I'M SORRY.
But this is only a seven shot, and I've got most of it written, anyway.
This follows the Twin Paradox Slayers Theory, but I bumped it up to another level.
Because I'm a little shit like that.
And y'all know I don't ship Miraxus, but two people can have a kid together without love. And Laxus is a slut, anyway.
Prologue
Five children stood at a gate. The oldest two were the only ones awake.
"Do we have to do this?" the pixie-sized woman asked, kneeling down and hugging her son. The black-haired boy hugged her back, and started to cry.
"You know we need to," a blonde-haired woman said, hugging a blonde-haired boy to her chest.
"This is the only thing you could come up with?" a red-headed woman demanded.
The blonde girl nodded. "It's…our- no, their only chance."
The five fathers stood to the side, on the lookout for any dragons inbound.
"They should've said their goodbyes underground," the black, short-haired one said.
The pinkette snorted. "You're just saying that 'cause you can't say goodbye anymore. Because you froze your kid."
"We don't know what'll happen on the other side of the gate," the man replied. "It's just a precaution."
"It's stupid."
"You're stupid!"
"Not as stupid as you, Ice Princess!"
"Oh, yeah, Flame Brain?"
"Quiet." It was hissed by the largest man among them, an intimidating blonde that radiated power and smelled like storms. "Don't forget where we are."
Both boys calmed down, and looked at the man, who they saw shedding tears, for only the third time in their lives; the other ones only when they had had to leave his grandfather behind…except the most recent of those times, they couldn't go back for him.
Next to him, the bluenette man with a red sigil across his face didn't seem much better off, and the other three men exchanged glances. They were saying goodbye to their sons.
The other two had to give up their daughters.
It was obviously hitting them hard, even though they had already said goodbye.
The last man, with a mane of long dark hair, put a hand on the blonde man's shoulder. "You know this is for the best."
"Doesn't mean we have to like it," the bluenette said bitterly.
They all turned back to the five women, who were making sure that their children were ready for the journey.
The longest haired bluenette tucked the frozen baby into a basket while the white-haired woman tucked her daughter into something similar.
The blonde-haired woman knelt down to the two awake boys, next to the bluenette pixie. "Now, remember, boys. You're-"
"Brothers in all but blood," the two boys interrupted.
The two girls smiled at each other, tears in their eyes as they hugged their kids one last time.
"You boys behave now, okay?" the studded man with a mane of dark hair barked at them, rubbing the black-haired kid's head.
"Yes, Uncle!" the blonde-haired kid smiled, and he was scooped off the ground one last time by his pink-haired father, who threw him up and caught him.
"Oi, you should be giving the last of your attention to me!"
"Okay, Daddy," the boy giggled.
"Just like your mother," the man said, nuzzling his son's head. "A light in the darkness."
At that moment, a roar rang through the city, and it was soon echoed by many others.
"You guys need to go, now." The white-haired woman pushed the kids towards the gate.
"But what about you guys?" the blonde kid cried.
"We'll be fine," his mother reassured him, moving him gently towards the gate. "But you both need to go."
"One by one?" the long blue-haired woman asked, holding her baby encased in ice.
"That's the only way it will work," the other blue-haired woman replied, checking the date again. "Alright, we should be good. It's set for exactly twenty years ago."
The first dragon dropped from the sky, and giving the small white-haired baby a kiss, the blonde man went for it, bustling with electricity as he punched it across the town.
The white-haired woman kissed her daughter and gently pushed her through the gate, before turning and joining the battle.
"But we don't want to leave you," the black-haired kid protested.
"But you need to, I'm sorry," his father said, kissing his forehead, before turning and joining the other dragon slayer in the sky.
"Are you going too, Daddy?" the blonde-haired boy asked.
"I'm afraid so," the pinkette said, squeezing his son's shoulders. "Be strong, son. And know that whatever you do, you will make us proud."
He turned and joined the battle as the blonde-haired woman took his place, hugging her son one last time and kissing his forehead. "We love you so, SO much."
"I love you too, Mommy," he said, squeezing around her middle hard.
The long-blue haired woman put her ice-encased baby through the Gate.
"Open, Gates of the Lion and Bull! Loke! Taurus!"
"Mommy, do you have to go?" the blonde kid cried.
"You know the rule."
He nodded, and together they said. "'We fight with our friends.'"
She smiled one last time and returned to the fight, crackling a whip made of water and tangling a dragon up in it.
With a kiss on his daughter's forehead, the bluenette man pushed her through the Gate and joined his red-headed wife in battle.
"We need to go," the black-haired boy told his brother, pulling him towards the Gate.
"I know," the blonde said, following him.
The black-haired boy went through the Gate, and with one look back, the blonde began to follow.
He froze, half in the gate as his mother screamed and was picked up by a dragon.
"MOMMY!" he screamed. He began struggling to pull himself out of the gate, but he was still being dragged in.
His father was screaming, and a man of lightning and a man of iron killed the dragon, causing it to drop his mother.
His father was racing to her, but he was slow, and wasn't able to catch her in time.
The last image the kid saw was his mother dying, his father cradling her bloodied head as he was yanked away to the past.