Holy Crap! Another next-gen fic?

YES. Another next-gen fic. This one however, is completely unrelated to Game Changer though. If you haven't read that one, feel free to as well!

I decided to post this today the 28th January, 2014 since it is the ten year anniversary of Winx Club. It might have gone downhill since Nickelodeon got hold of it in my opinion, but I celebrate all the good parts.

I hope you all enjoy this one!


"Roxy, are you even listening to me?"

"I uh... what? I'm sorry, Mother. What were you saying?" The pink-haired woman tucked the cell phone she had been staring at into her pocket suddenly as her dark-haired mother stopped walking down the long hallway alongside her.

"Roxy, you have been rather distracted all day. I was just telling you about suggestions that the Council had for celebrating the secondary heir to Tir Nan Og's throne's birthday after yourself. Malcolm will be turning eighteen in a month's time after all..." The older woman gestured to a large, framed photograph on the wall of a tall, lean dark-haired young man with blue eyes behind a pair of thin-framed rectangular glasses.

"Yes. He's gotten to this stage of his life so fast... Him and Tatiana both, since she'll finally be hitting the double figures this year..." Roxy smiled briefly at the thought.

"Yes. Indeed. They are both lucky that our inheritance laws are not as old fashioned as some monarchies are, otherwise neither of them would be able to inherit since they were both conceived and given birth to out of wedlock..." Morgana frowned slightly.

"I know that, Mother. Mistakes were made in the past when it comes to them and their circumstances of birth, but I'm being a great mother to them aren't I? And a good Crown Princess otherwise?" Roxy's tone was cool.

"Yes you are, but you do realise that some other royals will look on him as lower because of that? And the fact that no one know who his and Tatiana's fathers are?" Morgana pointed out, gazing at another photo on the wall, this one displaying a photo of a girl with curly blonde hair just past her shoulders and eyes the same shade of blue as her brother's.

"Well I know who their father is. As in one. For both of them. And what do I care about those other royals? Malcolm and Tatiana are both mine, that can't be disputed. They are my children and my heirs no matter what." Roxy rolled her eyes. "Besides, haven't "illegitimate" children been able to inherit the throne on some of the major magical planets before? So why should this matter?"

"It matters because we have only relatively recently rejoined the magical dimension and besides you and your children, there have not been any born heirs to Tir Nan Og's throne in centuries, ever since the Wizards of the Black Circle waged their campaign of destruction against us..." Morgana pointed out.

"At least your son will have willing and ready allies in Solaria and Andros at the very least. Princess Astoria and Prince Duncan are good friends with him and can certainly help guide him if he decides to study there once he is finished with High School back in Los Angeles." The former queen continued.

"He shows no interest in going to study at any of the schools in Magix, Mother. He's aiming for Ivy League schools back in the U.S. and with his grades in school and his royal status, he's sure to get in. I mean, I teach him not to flaunt his title about unnecessarily, but I'm sure that many schools there would want to have the honour of having an actual American-born royal walk their halls..." Roxy pointed out.

"That is true, but he also needs to further his magical education. You, me and your aunt do our best to teach him magic well, but both Nebula and I would feel his potential would be better fulfilled if he studied somewhere like Red Fountain for instance or perhaps even Oskuria College..."

"He specifically told me that he doesn't want to go Red Fountain. Red Fountain is a school for future warriors. Malcolm is not interested in becoming a warrior or soldier of any kind. He just wants to be a good ruler and help with Tir Nan Og's rebuilding process that is still going on even after twenty five years... As for Oskuria College... He likes the idea of there, but he prefers to stay here on Earth..." Roxy gazed out one of the high, arched windows lining one side of the hallway, briefly admiring the beauty of the realm she would someday be Queen of and her son would eventually become King of.

Morgana sighed. "Your mind is mostly elsewhere today, daughter dear. Go on back to Los Angeles. I have business with Nebula in regards to celebrating Malcolm's birthday, among other important things..."

"You're right. My mind is elsewhere... Sorry Mother. We should probably try finishing off this conversation another day..." Roxy pulled out her phone and glanced at it again.

Her mother raised an eyebrow. "Very well. I will hold you to that." The older woman walked away as Roxy began going through her text messages and came up on one in particular.

"I'm just reminding you about our little meeting tomorrow night. I called you about it last week, remember?"

Roxy frowned as she typed a reply.

"How could I forget a meeting with you? Especially as it concerns who it does, after all these years?"

She made it to her own personal quarters within the palace before the reply came.

"I'm trying to do the right thing here, Roxy. It should never be too late to do this for them- if they want it."

"Too little too late. Too little too late. Regardless of the circumstances. I was ready to, but you weren't and I wasn't about to stir the pot without the assistant chef nearby, so to speak."

"At least promise me you won't immediately dismiss me out of hand when I see you tonight."

Roxy sighed as she typed her last reply before turning off the phone.

"Only if you don't spout off BS meaningless platitudes."

Putting it back into her pocket, she went to freshen up before returning to her home and her children.


Malcolm Klaus, Prince of Tir Nan Og, American high school student and resident of Los Angeles, California, sat up in bed suddenly, running his fingers through his dark hair, looking dazed.

"That was just a dream... Thank goodness..." He breathed.

Swinging himself out of bed, he stretched and yawned a bit before beginning to get ready for the day.

Pulling the curtains that hid the doors to his balcony from view, he basked in the morning sun for a few minutes before heading to his large, walk-in closet to select his attire for the day.

Once clean and dressed, he headed for the stairs to go find himself breakfast. Even though his family was literally royalty (something his schoolmates and acquaintances from this city and its environs envied), his mother insisted that they all live as close to normal as possible.

He scoffed at the notion.

"Not even this giant house is normal. We're not normal people and we never will be normal people however much she tries..." He thought. "Still, I do like not being surrounded by servants wanting to do everything for you all the time. Even some royals like doing some things on their own..."

He glanced down the long staircase.

"Ah what the hell. I'll just take a shortcut." He shrugged, before a silver light flashed around him briefly and he swung over the side of the rails, doing a somersault and landing perfectly on his feet, seeming completely unperturbed at the fact that he just landed from several feet high.

He quickly set to work in the kitchen, rummaging around to see what was available for eating.

Once he was done, he pulled a stool up to the island counter and began digging in.

Sometime later, he heard more footsteps coming down the stairs, but didn't look up.

"Malcolm dear, are you doing anything this afternoon?" Roxy asked as she greeted him in the kitchen, rummaging around for breakfast, Tatiana close behind her.

"Well... no. I was going to go out with Lydia, but you know what became of that earlier this week..." Malcolm frowned at the thought.

"Oh... Well, I need you to take your sister out for a few hours after school." Roxy opened the refrigerator door and snapped her fingers, causing a bunch of grapes in there to float over to Tatiana, who snatched them out of mid-air and promptly began wolfing them down.

Malcolm looked up from his plate of French toast topped with berries and whipped cream.

His mother was doing her best to hide it, but he could detect a hint of unease in both her tone and her body language.

Her movements were less... natural looking and though you couldn't hear it unless you were specifically listening for it, his mother's voice had risen in pitch, like he noticed it tended to do when she was stressed or otherwise upset about something.

"Any reason in particular?" He asked casually, twirling his fork idly between mouthfuls of breakfast.

"Oh... A political meeting of sorts. A ruler of a kingdom in the Magix dimension asked for a private meeting with the Crown Princess of Tir Nan Og..." Roxy shrugged.

"But mommy, don't you normally hold those political meeting thingies like that in Tir Nan Og itself?" Tatiana piped up through mouthfuls of fruit.

"This one is different, dear. Anyway, Malcolm, I need you and Tatiana to make yourselves scarce. Go see a movie, eat dinner, go to the zoo... again... Whatever." Roxy buttered her toast a little more aggressively than she normally would have.

"Ooh! Ooh! Can we go see Grandma and Grampy Klaus up in Gardenia then?" Tatiana asked eagerly.

"I'm sure they'll be glad to see you two again. They and your great-aunt were asking about you when I went to Tir Nan Og yesterday..." Roxy said. "Malcolm?" She turned to him.

"It's a three hour drive one way and I haven't quite gotten teleport spells mastered yet..." Malcolm pointed out.

"Then go pack your bags now and you can drive up there after school and spend the whole weekend." Roxy suggested.

"Yay!" With her mouth still full of food, Tatiana sprinted out of the kitchen.

"All of this because some ruler of a kingdom is coming to visit you? Mother, Tati and I are used to this. We're all royalty here, your mother and aunt are royalty, you're friends with the Winx and their spouses, which includes several royals and nobility members... Why do you so blatantly want us out of the way?" Malcolm raised an eyebrow.

"Never you mind that." Roxy said in a tone that left no room for argument and Malcolm wasn't stupid enough to try. His mother was a force to be reckoned with when she was angry. "When you finish your breakfast, go on and get ready for school and pack your things to go visit your grandparents. I have to go get ready for work myself..."


"Hey, Tati, have you noticed anything off about our mother lately?" Malcolm asked as he drove his car to Gardenia, his sister in the back seat.

"Mom seems a little... angrier than usual lately. I heard her on the phone last week. I didn't exactly hear what she said (and I think spells had something to do with that!), but she sounded really mad then..." She said, pausing between mouthfuls of chocolate chip cookies to answer her brother.

"Huh. Maybe it's not anything for us to really worry about. Maybe she just doesn't like dealing with this King or Queen person she has to meet with. Maybe that call was linked to it. And maybe... I'm just over-analyzing things again. If it's important enough, she will tell us, right? She doesn't hide important information from us..." Malcolm said, more to himself than his sister.


"Roxy?"

"In the living room..."

Roxy didn't move from her armchair in the living room when she heard Sky's voice suddenly in her house.

"You're late." Roxy pointed out the clock above the doorway that the Eraklyonese king had just entered.

"I had to cover for myself. No one must know I was here tonight..." Sky explained.

"Oh excuses, excuses. Why are you really here? I'm not letting you touch me like that again..." Roxy folded her arms and glared at him as he took a seat across from her.

"I didn't come here for that Roxy. We agreed to end that a long time ago, remember? I am here to talk about Malcolm and Tatiana. My children. Our children."

"It's been almost eighteen years since Malcolm was born, almost ten since I gave birth to Tatiana, almost eight since we agreed to end our affair. Tell me: why do you want to talk about them now?" Roxy raised an eyebrow.

"It's been years, Roxy. My own wife cannot give me the heirs I want..." Sky started, but Roxy cut him off.

"Oh! So finally want to talk about Malcolm and Tatiana because your wife can't give you any children, but I did?" Roxy scoffed.

"I... I have been thinking about it for some time now Roxy... I want to acknowledge them both as my heirs. Malcolm and Tatiana should be my heirs."

Roxy's scowl intensified, which was something Sky never thought possible in the twenty five years since he had met the Crown Princess of Tir Nan Og.

"You... you want to what?" Even though she didn't shout, Sky still winced at her tone.

"I want to acknowledge them as heirs to the throne of Eraklyon. I want to have a legitimization ceremony for them. I want to do what's right for them. I want to admit my faults. That I'm a human who has made mistakes. How can I be an honourable king if I refuse to acknowledge my children as mine?" Sky asked.

"Took you long enough to develop your "honour." Roxy scoffed.

"How does that Earth saying go? "Better late than never?"" Sky asked.

"Not when it comes to children, Sky! Not when it comes to children. My children in particular!" Roxy screeched. "Besides, how would we decide which child inherits which throne? You are King of Eraklyon. I am Crown Princess of Tir Nan Og. We both need heirs to our respective worlds and if you think for one moment that I'd ship either of them off to Eraklyon with Bloom as a stepmother and all the scandal this will provide for gossip papers both on Earth and the different planets in Magix, then you are much more deluded than I thought. Perhaps you aren't fully recovered from that bout of amnesia that you had back in my first year at Alfea... " The animal fairy sneered.

"I thought that as two grown adults, we could discuss this maturely. Clearly I was wrong..." Sky remarked dryly.

"Well considering the times we were alone together as "two grown adults", particularly in two notable instances..." Roxy inclined her head towards the large framed photo of herself, Malcolm and Tatiana taken at Disneyland a few years before on the shelf just behind her. "...I think it's time for you to go before we end up adding another baby to this whole mess..."

"But why don't you understand? I'm trying to do what's right for both Malcolm and Tatiana! They deserve to know who their father is, after all this time!" Sky exclaimed angrily.

"Exactly! Why after all this time? Why not then? Why wait until now? Is it just because Bloom can't have kids that you want to take mine away from me and officially declare them your heirs? Actually admit that you're not as perfect as you think you are because you cheated on your wife?" Roxy said nastily.

"I'm not going to take them away from you, Roxy! Besides, they're not only your kids, Roxy. They are mine as well. I wanted to do this for years, even before Bloom and I found out she couldn't have children!"

"Oh really? You certainly didn't act like it when I told you I was pregnant with Malcolm. And then I actually carried on with you until about a year or two after Tatiana was on the scene. Having an affair with you was the biggest mistake of my life. Yet out of that mistake came two wonderful children that will remain heirs to only Tir Nan Og. I'm not going to ruin that for them and upset their lives like this. I'm not a naïve young woman trying to find herself anymore, Sky. I think it's time you realized that." Roxy turned her back to him. "You need to leave. I'm expecting a call from my children soon since they should almost be in Gardenia by now." She said curtly.

"They're not just your children, Roxy. You couldn't get yourself pregnant, even with magic. I'm trying to do what's right and you won't listen to reason. At least think about it. Even if they don't want to be acknowledged officially as my heirs, they at least deserve to know the truth. I'm tired of trying to be a father from behind the scenes." Sky pressed a button on the silver bracelet on his wrist and a portal opened up in front of him.

"No promises." Roxy snapped.

She sunk into a nearby chair as the King of Eraklyon disappeared into the portal.

"What the hell did I get myself into? All my mistakes are coming back to haunt me... I really love those two kids of mine, but if I let Sky do what he's asking to... all our lives will go completely upside down... And the Winx... what will they think of me? They helped me so much all those years ago... especially Bloom!" Roxy put her head in her hands and sighed.

"The time is going to come where they'll have to know soon, but even after all these years, I don't know if I'm ready for that even now. I know I should be woman enough to admit that I was wrong. It's very hypocritical of me to tell Sky to grow up and yet I don't..." She groaned, rubbing her forehead, which had started to throb.

Her cell phone rang from somewhere in the house, startling her out of her thoughts.

"And that should be the very same children calling that Sky and I were just arguing about..." Roxy got up to find her cell phone.

"HEY MOMMY!" Tatiana's loud voice almost bowled over her mother.

"Ouch! Hey Tati! How are you?" Roxy tried to sound peppier.

"Great! Malcolm and I just got to Grandma and Grandpa's house! Grandma's going to take me out for ice-cream later and Malcolm's going to the Music Bar with Grandpa to hang out for a bit!" Tatiana said excitedly.

"That's great sweetheart. Have fun!" Roxy smiled to herself at hearing how happy her daughter sounded.

"I need to go have a drink or something and try to think about what Sky proposed. As much as I would like to, I can't just dismiss it out of hand..." She sighed and leaned against the wall, allowing herself to sink to the floor as she ended the call.