Radiant Bonds: The Light of Fairy Tail (male laxus twin reader x fairytail)

Chapter 11: the promise

the year x768

The year was X768, and in the heart of Fairy Tail's guildhall, a young Y/N and Laxus found themselves rummaging through Makarov's belongings. Among the treasures they unearthed was a dusty old photo, depicting a youthful Makarov standing tall with his team, a fierce determination etched upon his face.

"Hey, check this out!" Y/N exclaimed, his eyes lighting up as he held the photo aloft for Laxus to see. "Gramps looks so cool, doesn't he?"

Laxus chuckled in agreement, his gaze lingering on the image of their grandfather. "Yeah, he does. I hope we grow taller though," he added with a grin, nudging Y/N playfully.

Their attention soon turned to Makarov's cloak, adorned with the emblem of one of the Ten Wizard Saints. It hung proudly on a nearby hook, a symbol of honor and prestige.

Y/N's eyes gleamed with determination as he gazed at the cloak. "Nii-san, I'm going to grow up and be just like Gramps," he declared, his voice filled with resolve.

Laxus nodded in agreement, his own determination mirrored in his eyes. "Yeah, me too. We'll make him proud," he replied, a sense of purpose driving him forward.

"we'll be a duo wizard team the light and the lightning and we'll be the strongest!" y/n yells cheerfully fist pumped upwards

Makarov couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of his grandsons bickering over his Wizard Saint robes. He approached them with a fond smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Now, now, boys, there's no need to fight," Makarov interjected, his voice gentle yet firm. "These robes hold great significance, but they're not meant for squabbling over."

Y/N and Laxus paused their tussle, turning their attention to their grandfather with sheepish expressions.

"But Gramps, we both want to be like you," Y/N explained earnestly, his eyes pleading for understanding.

Makarov's heart swelled with pride at his grandsons' words. He placed a hand on each of their shoulders, his touch reassuring.

"And you will be, my boys," Makarov assured them, his voice filled with warmth. "But remember, it's not the robes that make the wizard. It's your strength, your determination, and your unwavering spirit that will carry you forward."

Y/N and Laxus exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. With a nod, they released their grip on the robes, their earlier quarrel forgotten.

"Thanks, Gramps," Laxus said, a small smile gracing his lips.

"Yeah, thanks," Y/N echoed, his eyes shining with determination once more.

As Makarov watched his grandsons, a sense of pride washed over him. They may have been young, but he could see the potential within them, the same potential that had driven him to become a Wizard Saint. With their hearts set on their goal and each other by their side, Y/N and Laxus were destined for greatness. And Makarov had no doubt that one day, they would surpass even his own accomplishments.