Alright. This is a weird plotbunny that WOULDN'T LEAVE ME ALONE! So, the basic idea for this world is that everyone is born with a pixie. The pixie and human, generally termed partners, have a telepathic bond. The pixie gives the parents a name that suits a child.
Every baby is born with an orb in their hand, made of some kind of clear shell. Inside, floating in some sort of clear liquid, is a pixie. Ten minutes after a child's birth, the pixie breaks out of the shell and stretches out on the infant's stomach and chest, spreading their damp dragonfly wings to dry like a newborn butterfly. A week after, they would scan their partner's mind and present a suitable name for the babe to the child's parents. When they turned six, a pixie is granted the ability to become human-sized and wingless for brief periods of time, in order to better help their partners with certain things.
But then, one day, a boy was born clutching two orbs, one in each hand. From the one in his right hand burst a tall (for a pixie), thin male pixie with inky black curls, pale skin, and icy silvery-blue eyes with a set of transparent wings of the same color. From the one in his left hand came a slightly shorter, slightly plumper, also male pixie with a bit more-tanned skin, short, thin red hair, warm, smiling brown eyes, and completely clear wings with light blue veins.
The two spread out next to each other, over the boy's rosy pink skin, gasping for breath and spreading out their wings, feebly moving them in an attempt to get them to dry faster. Seven days later, the pixies both opened their mouths, and spoke their first word in complete sync.
"John."
The boy was then officially named John. John Watson. John's mother's pixie then flew down, landing on John's shoulder, introduced herself as Jamie, and asked the two pixies their names.
The black haired pixie scowled, muttering "Sherlock", while the redhead elbowed, him in the ribs, smiled at Jamie, and said, "My name is Mycroft. It's nice to meet you, Jamie."
At hearing the two pixies speak their names, John smiled, blue eyes twinkling, and let out a gurgling laugh. All three pixies smiled at him, and Sherlock climbed up to his shoulder and started playing with his blonde hair. Jamie flew back up to her partner's shoulder, and John's mother smiled down at her son and his two pixies.
All was well.
Alright, what do you think? It's weird, I know, but it was bugging me. Anyway, I'd like you to tell me if I should make this a chapter story or leave it as a oneshot. Please vote on the poll on my profile.