I'm back! You know, I originally thought I'd be farther along in this story by now. Not that I'm complaining, I love how my new Once fic is turning out, but it's nice to get back to writing this story; get back into the old groove. In any case, I'm back, don't expect me to update anytime soon, and this chapter took me months to write so don't expect things to flow smoothly :)

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As the sun shined through the window, Nairbix climbed out of bed. Without Natasha, he would only be able to find closure and happiness in his family. His first stop would be to see his beloved brothers; he didn't even care about getting back at Jumba for sending the experiments, he just wanted to see them.

According to Yen Sid, Mickey had apparently moved to another world roughly four months before he arrived; as for why, he wouldn't say, all he would say was that it was a surprise. So after summoning a corridor to take him to the new world, Nairbix found himself standing before the largest castle he had ever seen. It was easily twice if not three times the size of Natasha's castle and covered with emblems that greatly resembled Mickey's head!

"What the bloody hell has he been up to the past two years?" Nairbix muttered in astonishment. As he made his way inside the blue and white castle, Nairbix could see Mickey's head almost everywhere; even in one of the gardens he saw several hedges trimmed to look exactly like his brother.

"Dear Emperor, how did he manage to get all of this?" he asked.

"Halt!" cried a high gargled voice from behind. Nairbix turned around to find the strangest pair he had ever seen. One was a short duck (about Mickey's height) wearing an armored shirt and pointy hat with a wand with its own little purple hat on its tip. The other was a tall, buck-toothed dog wearing a suit of armor and wielding a shield as a weapon.

"Who goes there?" the duck squawked hotly.

"Easy now," Nairbix said raising his hands, "I'm just here to see Mickey."

"What do you want with His Majesty?" the duck asked.

"His Majesty? You mean Mickey's a king?" Nairbix asked, "You go away for two years and next thing you know, your brother becomes a king." he muttered.

"Uh, you never know, Donald, he could be one of the king's friends." the dog suggested.

"Goofy," Donald began flatly as he shook his head, "If we let just anyone go and see the king, there's no telling what might happen to him."

"Look," Nairbix interrupted, "All I want to do is see my brother. Okay? If either of you could tell me where he is, or at least point me in the right direction, I'd really appreciate it."

"YOU'RE THE KING'S BROTHER?!" they shouted in surprise.

"Yes." Nairbix said with a sigh. A moment later, the two guards turned to look at each other before they started to chuckle.

"Gawrsh, why didn't you say so? A-huck!" Goofy laughed causing Nairbix to smile, "We'll take ya to see 'em right now."

"Thank you. I'm Nairbix by the way, Nairbix VanSull." Nairbix introduced.

"I'm Donald, the king's magician." Donald replied kindly.

"And I'm Goofy, the captain of His Majesty's royal knights." Goofy greeted. After the introduction, Donald and Goofy led Nairbix down the hall to Mickey's study.

"You'll find His Majesty in here." Donald informed as they approached the massive doors, "It was nice meeting you, Nairbix."

"Same here. It was nice to meet both of you too." he smiled.

Once the duo left, Nairbix took a deep breath and braced himself before opening the doors. Inside the room he found his brother scribbling away at a stack of documents at his desk. Next to him was a sleeping golden hair dog sleeping in his bed.

"No thank you! I don't want another complaint letter, notice, or any sort of document." Mickey said not taking his eyes off of what he was signing.

"And what about one of your own brothers back home from a war?" Nairbix asked smirking. At the sound of his brother's voice, Mickey slowly raised his head and looked directly in Nairbix's direction.

"Nairbix?" he asked softly.

"Hello, Mickey." Nairbix said still smiling.

"Brother!" Mickey cried as he climbed over his desk and ran to hug him, "Are you really back? You're done with the war?" he asked in hope.

"Yeah, Mickey, I'm done." Nairbix nodded. After telling Mickey everything about what happened during the war, the little king was utterly shocked and silent; especially when Nairbix told him about what happened with Natasha the day before.

"Wow." was all Mickey could say when Nairbix finished.

"Yeah." Nairbix replied quietly, "You know what the funny thing is about all this?" he asked, "Despite the fact that I had made so many friends, most of which human, my hatred for humans has only grown."

"Nairbix." said Mickey softly in astonishment, "You can't just write off an entire race because of what some people did."

"I'm not writing off their entire race. I'm just done with the ones I know I can't trust." Nairbix corrected, "My entire life, I and the people I care about have been on the receiving end of the evil wrought by humans. The humans who brought the Witch to Narnia, Stephan, the Grand Inquisitor and his followers, Eraqus, Kalabar, his son, Sidious, Dooku, Vader, and now the people of Radiant Garden. All of them humans, and all of them have either hurt me or the people I care about."

"What about our master?" Mickey asked trying to be his brother's voice of reason, "He was the first human you actually met and he instantly took you in, gave you a home, knowledge, power, and the life that brought you to everyone you've met and befriended since you left the Moors. What about Aggie? And Marnie, and Indy, and Marion, and Sallah, and Merlin, and Sigurd, and Goldmin, and Delton, and Trisha, Qui-Gon, and Obi-Wan, and Padme, and your squad, and Natasha? What about all of those humans, Nairbix?" he asked.

"…It's like I told you, I'm done dealing with humans I know I can't trust." Nairbix replied, "And I'm done with the Inquisition, Mickey. All I want to do is be with my family."

"Sigh…okay, Nairbix." Mickey conceded, "Let's go see Jumba and we'll do whatever you want."

"I don't want to hate them, Mickey." Nairbix explained after a moment, "I just can't accept the things they've done. But enough of that," he waved off, "What I want to know is how in the hell did you manage to become a bloody king?!"

"Oh, well…see, I actually got married to a princess while you were away, Nairbix." Mickey sheepishly admitted.

"I missed my own brother's wedding?!" he shouted, "When?!"

"Uh, about eleven months ago." Mickey sheepishly admitted. His expression then changed to surprised once he saw Nairbix's next reaction: Nairbix sulking in a corner on his knees humorously slamming his fist on the floor.

"Damn that war!" he wailed. Moments later, Nairbix got a hold of himself and continued to spend the next half hour with his dear brother. Before they left to go see their other brother, Mickey's wife/queen made her way through the halls and noticed them.

"Minnie!" Mickey called out gaining her attention. At the sight of her husband, the queen's face gained the widest smile. Mickey then rushed over to her and took her gloved hands in his as he lovingly pressed his nose against her own.

It was a touchingly lovely moment; and yet it was ruined due to the flabbergasted look on Nairbix's face as he stood to their sides. His eyes were humorously wide as he sharply shook his head back and forth to look at each of them.

"They're identical!" Nairbix cried in his mind, his expression unnoticed by the happy couple, "I've heard of some spouses baring resemblance to one-another, but they're bloody identical!"

Instead of being happy for his brother like he was before, Nairbix was more worried for him out of fear that Mickey might've married a long lost relative or twin of his.

"Minnie, I'd like you to meet my brother, Nairbix VanSull." Mickey introduced happily to his wife. Minnie then curtsied to Nairbix and smiled sweetly at him.

"I'm so glad to finally meet you, Nairbix." she said in a high yet sweet voice, "Mickey and Jumba have told me so much about you."

"Nice to meet you too, Minnie." said Nairbix as he nodded his head politely.

"Uh, Minnie," Mickey began to ask, "Would it be okay if I spent a few days with Nairbix and Jumba? It's been two years and the VanSull brothers have some catching up to do."

Minnie happily nodded before giving her king a peck on the cheek and continued on her way. As soon as she left, the two brothers made their way to Jumba's lab via corridor. The lab was just a single building on a small asteroid in the depths of space; thanks to Yen Sid's rigorous magical training, neither Mickey nor Nairbix required oxygen as they walked up to the front door and entered.

The lab's main room was filled with various machines made by the evil genius himself, none of which were things the two Keyblade wielders knew of. "Jumba!" Mickey called out.

"Just do the waiting of minute, Mickey!" Jumba hollered back from the next room; the sounds of sparks and clanking metal filled the room. As Jumba emerged, Nairbix took in the sight of his brother. Jumba had grown even pudgier and larger than when Nairbix left. He wore a large white lab coat and thick, black rubber gloves. But the biggest change Nairbix noticed was Jumba's hair.

When he left, Jumba had long, sleek, black hair that went past his shoulder blades. Now, all he had on his head were three stubby little hairs. Nairbix didn't know whether to feel sorry for his brother or laugh in his face.

"Nairbix!" Jumba happily cried.

Just as the overweight alien was about to pull his brother into a hug, Nairbix bluntly exclaimed, "What happened to your hair?!"

At that moment, Jumba paused for a second before retreating into a corner to sulk as he was on his knees slamming his pudgy fist on the floor. "Was it something I said?" Nairbix asked Mickey.

"Mentioning Jumba's hair is sorta 'taboo' right now, Nairbix." he explained, "See, a few months ago, Jumba tried to make an experiment that would consume Uburnium seeing as it's a rare and popular fuel source nowadays. But unfortunately, Ubrunium is spelled the same as hair in Jumba's native language; so his machines got the two mixed up and created a hair consuming experiment instead."

"And the first source of hair it dined on was my evil genius locks." Jumba said bitterly.

"If it was a few months ago, why hasn't your hair grown back yet?" Nairbix asked.

"Because my head has become so furrowed and clenched, the hair that has grown back is being stuck underneath it." Jumba replied still bitter on the subject.

"Oh, so you mean the fat rolls on your head are backing up your hair?" Nairbix teased causing Mickey to laugh and Jumba to stick his three tongues at him before joining.

"So, how did your time in the other galaxy go, brother?" Jumba asked; Nairbix's response was similar to Jumba's earlier reaction.

"Exntna on the arwa," Mickey warned in pig Latin, "Outcheyta ubjectsa; and don't entionma Atashana."

"You guys do know that I understand pig Latin, right?" Nairbix asked bluntly from the floor as he sulked even further at the mention of Natasha. After composing himself, Nairbix told Jumba the events of what he went through the past two years.

"Oh, Nairbix." Jumba whispered feeling sorry for the Narnian.

"You what the funny thing about all that is?" he asked, "Everyone, myself included, knew that it was a bad idea to bring that desert brat to Coruscant. And despite that he always proudly defended the Jedi and their ways, he broke their number one rule and eventually betrayed them all. And for what? He helped kill all but a handful of the Jedi so he could gain enough power to keep his wife from dying, and yet he was the one who killed her."

"You know what?" Mickey asked, "Enough of all this depressing stuff. I say it's high time that the VanSull brothers go out and make up for lost time."

"Yeah," Jumba nodded, "Let us do the going to Twilight Town!"

"Twilight Town?" Nairbix asked slightly disappointed, "You guys do know that I live there, right? There's not really much to do there."

"Like we said," Mickey and Jumba deadpanned, "To Twilight Town!"

It didn't take long for the three brothers to return to the little world. They mostly went around town reminiscing about old times and making jokes about what they missed over the years. As the day went on and they covered just about every inch of the town, the massive clock tower connected to the train station became their last destination.

"You know, I've lived here for years, and this is actually the first time I've ever been here." Nairbix informed.

"Huh," Mickey nodded, "It's a pretty nice building once you get up close to it. I bet there's a great view up there."

"From what I've heard, some kids will often go up to that ledge and watch the sunset."

"Any of the ideas of how to be getting up there?" Jumba asked.

"Well, I'd imagine that there's a flight of stairs." Nairbix smirked only to see three tongues directed at him, "Haha, come on. If we can't find the stairs, we can climb our way up. Up for a little exercise, brothers 'o mine?"

"More up than you two!" Mickey called as he climbed ahead of them. About ten minutes later, the three of them pulled themselves up laughing at the simple act they just did all at once. As they panted with wide grins on their faces, each brother stared out at the sunset.

"Thanks, guys." Nairbix said breaking the silence.

"For what, brother?" Jumba asked.

"All of this. You two have been nice enough to help me get out of this funk. So thank you." he replied with a sad smile.

"Hey, now." Mickey admonished, "Don't be like that. Of course we'd do this for you. You're our brother and you need us. Besides, we need to make up for the last two years."

"…I hate to break it to you, Mickey, but after what I went through, we can never do anything to make up for the past two years." Nairbix sighed with a sad smile, "Bah. Listen to me, moaning about the past. Not really much like myself before, huh?"

"Nairbix." Jumba said feeling sorry.

"Forget about it. What's done is done. No point in having regrets over what you can't change, right? You know, I could really go for something sweet right about now." he said out of the blue.

"Let me guess, toffee?" Mickey grinned.

"Better. There's an ice cream stand in the market plaza with toffee flavored ice cream bars." Nairbix grinned trying to keep his drooling under control.

"It's close enough to toffee, at least." Jumba and Mickey thought simultaneously.

"Well, if that'll help cheer you up, then I'll go get you some." Mickey said happily, "We can all eat ice cream while watching the sunset. How does that sound?"

"Hmm, three incredibly close friends sitting up on a clock tower eating ice cream. Sounds original enough." Nairbix mused, "Okay, that's sounds pretty good."

"Dribble-berry for me, please, brother." Jumba threw in.

"You got it!" Mickey said with his signature chuckle before running off. It took him a few minutes to run down to the plaza, but he eventually reached the ice cream stand Nairbix mentioned.

"Excuse me." he said his ears just barely reaching above the counter. The Jake, showing that the years were somewhat kind to him, peered over the counter looking for his customer. Much to Mickey's disliking, as he had dealt with this many times before, he cleared his throat to alert the store clerk. "Down here."

"Hmm?" Jake hummed before looking down at the little king, "Oh, sorry about that, little guy. What can I do for ya today?"

"Can I get a cheesecake pop, a dribble-berry popsicle, and a toffee crunch, please?" he asked kindly.

"Well, uh…" Jake carried bashfully, "See the thing is…I'm completely out of all my usual snacks."

"Huh?" Mickey asked.

"Yeah, unfortunately, the mayor thought it'd be best if I change my supply line and switch to different items; in this case, ice cream flavors. So…I don't really sell the flavors you asked for right now. Sorry." Jake apologized while rubbing the back of his head.

"Oh, boy." Mickey thought, "Nairbix's not gonna like this."

"I do have some other flavors though." he informed as he pulled out a little menu with the new flavors, "Take your pick. I recommend the strawberry-apple-sickle, pretty tasty if you ask me."

"Hmm, I don't know. My brothers and I aren't exactly into really sweet fruity stuff." Mickey replied crossing his arms, "What else you got?"

"Caramel Cracker-Jack?"

"We don't really like caramel, either."

"Turtle Sundae?"

"Pecans? Blah!"

"Cider Pops?"

"Maybe."

"Pomegranate Ice?"

"Fruity, remember?"

"Walnut-Brittle Swirl?"

"Nope."

"Green Tea ice cream?"

"Ew." Mickey groaned, "Don't you have anything good?"

"Look, pal, that's all I got." Jake huffed, "If you and your brothers are too picky, then I suggest looking elsewhere for ice cream today."

"What about that one?" Mickey asked pointing to the one flavor he didn't mention.

"That?" Jake asked, "I don't know, man. It's not all that popular and it's definitely an acquired taste. You sure you want this?"

"We're not really what you'd call regular people. I'm sure my brothers' will like it." Mickey grinned, "Three, please."

"Alright," Jake sighed as he gave him the treats, "Whatever you say. Enjoy; I guess."

Back at the clock tower, Nairbix laid on the ground waiting patiently for Mickey while Jumba contemplated complex algorithms in his mind. "Bloody hell, Mickey certainly is taking a while. Eh, Jumba?"

"Oh, I'm sure he is simply doing the picking of the right flavor." the alien replied.

"Right flavor?" Nairbix asked looking at his sibling, "We told him which flavors we wanted, remember?"

"Oh, right." he recalled.

"I'm back!" Mickey cheered alerting his brothers.

"Finally." Nairbix grinned as he sat up, "Toffee time."

"Yeah, about that…" Mickey said sheepishly, "They didn't have the flavors we all wanted."

"Ah!" Nairbix groaned as he plopped back to the ground.

"They did have a new flavor I thought we could try, though."

"Does it have toffee?" Nairbix asked sitting up hopefully.

"No." Mickey deadpanned causing his brother to plop back down, "Hold your horses, I got us something that might be pretty good."

"What kind did you get?" Jumba asked.

"These." he said as he presented three light-blue rectangle popsicles, "Sea-Salt Ice Cream."

"Sea-Salt?" the two brothers questioned, neither of them thought it sounded appetizing.

"What?" Mickey asked.

"Out of all the flavors Jake had, you picked a flavor normally found on potato chips?" Nairbix asked.

"Do you want 'em, or not?" Mickey asked waving them in his hand.

"Alright," Nairbix sighed as he and Jumba took their treats, "Sorry for griping, but really, Sea-Salt?"

"It was either this, really sweet, fruity stuff or nutty, caramel ice cream." Mickey informed as they all sat on the ledge and unwrapped their ice cream.

"Good call." Jumba praised knowing none of them liked those options, "It might not be so bad. What's the worst it could taste like?"

"Salt." Nairbix stressed with his eyebrows raised, "It could very much taste like cold salt."

"Never would've guessed that a flavor like this was out there." Mickey said as he inspected the blue bar, "Though, ice cream certainly has become weirder nowadays compared to when we were kids."

"Back then, ice cream was ice cream." Nairbix nodded, "Now everyone's trying to get all these weird flavors and pile on toppings just to charge them more."

"Simple chocolate vanilla swirl was the best." Jumba remembered fondly.

"Yum." Mickey and Nairbix nodded happily.

"They even had a Green Tea flavored ice cream down there." Mickey added.

"What?" Nairbix asked while Jumba shook his flabby head in disgust, "That's disgusting! I'm never going to understand why people are so obsessed with experimenting with tea."

"I think Master Yen Sid would like it, though." Mickey guessed.

"Hmm, he always struck me as a plain vanilla type of man." Jumba replied.

"Hard to say," Nairbix chuckled, "I've only ever seen him drink tea."

"Yeah, I have never seen him eat or drink anything else in all the years I've known him!" Mickey laughed.

"And you've known him the longest!" Nairbix said in-between his laughter and over Jumba's. As the laughter died down, the three brothers watched the beautiful sunset and enjoyed the serenity. "Well, we better eat these now before they melt."

"On three?" Jumba asked, "One."

"Two." Mickey said as they raised the bars to their mouths.

"Three." Nairbix cringed before they each took a simultaneous chomp. A few moments passed as they sat motionless in silence. Each of their faces had looks of disgust.

"You were right, Nairbix." Mickey admitted, "It does taste like cold salt."

"Wait," Jumba said smacking his chomps, "It's…sweet."

"Hmm," Nairbix nodded savoring the blend of the two flavors, "You know…that's actually not bad. Salty at first, then sweet."

"Like it lifts your taste buds from a low salty flavor to a nice, light, sweet taste." Mickey agreed.

"Not a bad choice you did the making of, Brother." Jumba praised.

"I'd honestly get this again." Nairbix grinned, "You know, if-if there wasn't any toffee available."

"So what are you going to do now, Nairbix?" Mickey asked.

"I don't know." he replied wistfully as he stared at the view, "I haven't had freedom like this since…"

"Since?" Jumba asked as Nairbix began to look depressed again.

"…Since I was in the Moors with mother." he muttered.

"You miss her, don't you, pal?" Mickey asked.

"I haven't seen her in years. I don't even know for sure how much time has passed in that world."

"Well, there's something you can do!" Mickey said smacking his back almost knocking him over the edge and scaring him, "Go back to the Moors and see your mother and Diaval."

"What? Now?" he asked.

"Well, no, not now. But after you've had your weekend of fun with us!" Mickey laughed, "Maleficent may be The Mistress of All Evil, but she's always been caring and loving towards you."

"What do you mean 'The Mistress of All Evil,' Mickey?" Nairbix asked with air quotes.

"Oh, that's what King Stephan labelled her while you were in your training coma before Chernabog attacked Radiant Garden." Jumba informed waving his ice cream.

"No one told me that!" Nairbix exclaimed.

"We didn't?" Mickey asked, "Oops, our bad."

"So my mother, who was drugged and violated, has been made out to be the Mistress of All Evil while the man who did it to her goes off free?" Nairbix asked.

"Sorry, pal." Mickey apologized placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Why hasn't the council done anything about him yet?"

"Well, Stephan has a lot of influence and has been gaining support of other kingdoms lately. Not to mention, the one in charge of organizing dispatches and settling disputes between worlds is-"

"Eraqus." Nairbix hissed, "So you're telling me, my mother has been villainized when she was in fact the victim and the only one who is in charge of settling this is the most biased member on the council who has a vendetta against me?"

"Unfortunately." Mickey nodded, "And every time I tried to meet with Sigurd, someone would always tamper with the files saying that I want to talk. Don't forget, I'm still not a master or a member of the council yet."

"Yeah?" Nairbix asked hotly, "Well, the next time I see that scar faced bastard, I'm gonna tear him a new one."

"Really?" Mickey asked surprised that Nairbix knew that term.

"Yeah," he nodded, "Right in between his eyes."

"Um, that's not what that term means, brother." Jumba muttered.

"It's not?" he asked, "Then what does it mean?"

"…We'll tell you later." Jumba replied as they continued to eat their ice cream.

As their weekend went on, the three brothers did nothing but enjoy goofing off in any way that they could. When it finally came to an end and his brothers left, Nairbix plucked up his courage and created a corridor leading to The Moors.

After walking through, he came to see the one place he hadn't been to since he was a child. Nothing had changed, the rivers were still the same, the wall of thorns was still up and the entire valley was filled with its mystical beauty.

As he was about to relish in the quite beauty of his old home, Nairbix could hear the sound of a child's crying. He turned and saw a cute little girl, no more than three, bawling into her eyes as she sat before the jewel pond. She wore dark purple clothes that matched her purple hair and pale skin; much to his surprise, she looked like a human.

Thankfully, Nairbix was excellent with children and decided to try and cheer the poor girl up. He walked over to her, sat down, and pretended to start crying himself. The little girl quickly noticed the sound of crying even louder than her own and looked up and the Narnian in black with emerald green eyes.

"Wh-why are you crying?" she asked cutely through her hiccups.

"Oh, wait a minute," he said playing innocent and acting confused, "You mean this isn't how people greet each other nowadays?"

"No." she replied shaking her head.

"Oh." he replied, "Well, then, I'll just have to do things the old fashioned way."

With a slow twirl of his right hand, Nairbix willed the gems and water to dance around on the surface of the pond. The child watched in amazement as the water took on the shape of little dancers and glided with the gems. To make her even more happy, Nairbix made a water dancer grow in size and present her with a glistening rose made of water and tapped her cute little nose. Thankfully, she was more interested in the spectacle and didn't notice that the rose collapsed back into the water. After a few moments, the dancers and gems looked to the girl and bowed before sinking back into the water.

"That was amazing!" she cheered, "How did you do that?"

"Magic." Nairbix said mystically, "Feeling better now?"

"Uh-huh." she nodded.

"Now what was it that made such an adorable little face like yours all teary-eyed?" he asked.

"I took a nap earlier with my mommy and when I woke up she was gone."

"Oh." he said nodding playfully, "Well, how's about I help you find her?"

"Would you?" she asked hopefully with the cutest smile, "Could you?"

"Of course. I used to live here, you know. I know this place like the back of my hand." Nairbix bragged. Normally, he wouldn't act so cocky, but he had a soft spot for children and he wanted to look cool.

"Okay." the girl chirped, "Can I hold your hand?"

"Nope." Nairbix said with a pout causing the girl to look slightly hurt, "But you can ride on my shoulders instead." he grinned as crouched down for the happy child to climb on.

"Wee!" she cheered, "Onwards, horsey!"

"Neigh!" Nairbix laughed as he walked on. It didn't take long for Nairbix to be wrapped around the child's little finger as they laughed together on their little excursion. Soon enough, Nairbix caught sight of his mother tending to damaged trees.

As he was about to call out to her, the little purple haired tyke on his shoulders beat him to it. "Mommy!" she cried happily as she climbed over Nairbix's head and ran towards her.

"Why is it that every time I put a child on my shoulders, they always climb over me like that?" he asked as he straightened out his back, "Wait a minute." he said as his mind processed what the girl said, "Mummy?"

"Sweetheart, what are you doing here?" Maleficent smiled as she picked the girl up, "Mummy thought you were sleeping."

"Mummy?" Nairbix asked again no less in shock.

"I woked up and didn't see you." she replied as she snuggled into Maleficent's neck.

"Mallie, Mummy told you she had to fix the trees' owies and that you could play after you woke up. Remember?" she asked rubbing their noses together.

"Mummy?!" Nairbix asked loudly as he watched them.

"Darling," Maleficent said as her smile grew even more at the sight of her son, "You're home."

"For the fourth bloody time, MUMMY?!" he asked with his eyes wider than ever before.

"Oh, right." she chuckled, something she hadn't done in years, "Nairbix, sweetheart, this is your baby sister, Mal Bertha. Mallie," she said softly to her daughter, "This is your big brother, Nairbix."

"Bubby?" Mal asked cutely pointing at him.

"That's right." Maleficent nodded as she sat her down, "Go say hello to your bubby." she whispered pecking her cheek; that was all Mal needed to hear. Next thing Nairbix knew, he felt two little arms tightly wrap around his leg as his newly discovered sister gripped it hard with love.

With the shell-shocked look still on his face, Nairbix looked down at Mal and then up at Maleficent thinking, "So Mickey's married and a king, and now I find out I have a sister? What the bloody hell did I miss these past two years?!"

Yep, I took a little Mal from Descendants and made her Nairbix's cute baby sister. Get ready for tons of family fluff between those two until I send him to Narnia; after that, it's family fluff with Daddy Nairbix and baby Elsa! Stay tuned.