#Disney Retelling

[sapphirelightningbug]

Soooo I’m planning after Love, Actually, (happy chapter 2 release day!!!) and my next fic 🐕❄️ to start making a Disney Princess Retelling with HOTD characters and these are the ones I'm planning on doing, this should be coming out Late February/Early March

NOTE: FROZEN IS CREGAN STARK X READER X JACAERYS NOT AEGON

[jknerd]

Bambi the Elf Prince AU

Bambi the elf prince, Thumper the dwarf, and Flower the fairy^^

[thatpunkmaximoff]

[Book One of..]

Story: 5 out of 5 Smut: 2 out of 5

I honestly wanted this book so bad because everyone recommended it as a Peter Pan retelling. Imagine my surprise, however, when I read the author’s note, and she states it’s NOT a retelling. But I still read it because I wanted to read a story from the villain’s pov and oh my god am I glad I read it. I am in love with James/Hook and I don’t care that he’s a bad guy.

Wendy, daughter of Peter, starts off as the naive girl that Hook is looking to take advantage of because of what Peter has done to him in the past. But as her rose tinted glasses come off, she becomes the young woman who you will come to adore and root for. And James… well you’ll be up and down with his character. I knew he was the bad guy going in, but I wanted to throttle him at one point.

I guess you can say this is a reimagining of the Peter Pan characters in a modern world, but instead of rooting for Peter Pan, Wendy, and Tink… you’ll be begging Hook for a taste of the dark side.

I am stoked to see what else Emily has written for this series!

* So we start off with a murder. Nice. Seems James’s uncle deserved it.

* Oh shit. James saw Wendy through video feed and immediately wants to defile her. But it’s Wendy’s friend who is hoping for his attention 😬

* Ohhhh. He got her to to agree to a date 😏

* So that’s why he doesn’t like the ticking sound. Damn.

* Oh shit. James walked up to Wendy and Maria is PISSED.

* Lol Maria is such a bitch.

* Score. He secured the date.

* Goddamn. James has got a mouth on him.

* The way he has her grind on his lap… holy shit.

* I somewhat knew what I was getting into, but damn… I’m gonna be heartbroken when Wendy finds out James is using her.

* Wendy’s dad is a dick and Tina Belle a bitch. I can’t wait until James gets his hand on them.

* Lol Moira tried to make Wendy jealous and James wasn’t having it 😂

* Oh shit. Wendy gave him her virginity. There’s gonna be a lot of crying later, isn’t there?

* So the dad doesn’t care for his son and James has noticed that Jon (the brother) looks nothing like Wendy. Could he be the product of an affair?

* Why do I have a feeling something is gonna happen to Ru?

* Uh oh, James. You going soft for Wendy and her brother Jon.

* I fucking knew something was going to happen to Ru 😩 and now James thinks Wendy had a hand in it. Fuck! I can’t wait for him to murder her dad Michael. To murder Pan.

* Holy shit. Did he just kidnap her?! He has it all wrong!

* I can’t wait to see when he realizes he royally fucked up.

* Starkey, you’re a little traitorous motherfucker, aren’t you? I know it was you who was supposed to have Ru’s back. You’re too nervous.

* “Just remember, that whenever things feel bleak, all situations are temporary. It’s not your circumstance that determines your worth, it’s how you rise from the ashes after everything burns.”

* “Every good bitch needs a pretty collar.” — oh my god. I can’t wait for her to bitch slap you 😂

* FINALLY! She had no idea, you dumb shit. Now prepare to beg for forgiveness.

* Wow. Her dad was really gonna let her die. Fuck him.

* Shit. Peter burned down James’s club.

* Damn. James burned all Peter’s planes 😂

* wtf was that with Moira? And how the fuck did Wendy disappear?! I don’t trust Smee 🤔

* Oh so Smee just assumed she left when really she was just sitting on the dock. But still, James is pissed 😬

* She caved way too fast once his fingers got in her. Get it together, Wendy!

* Croc? As in his uncle? wtf! And of course there’s an explosion just as the woman’s name is about to be given.

* Fuck! Starkey is a traitor! It wasn’t an explosion. Starkey shot their hostage right before he spilled the beans. He’s protecting his boss!

* Damn. Wendy’s that good of a fuck that James is in love, huh 😂 Well.. I’m kind of glad she decided to stay. I don’t trust anyone else to have her back like James does.

* “For the record, I would give you the world. You simply have to ask. You want kids? Done. You want to stay here and never work again? Done. You want to watch the world burn?” // “Let me guess, you’ll set it on fire?” // “No, darling. I’ll hand you the match and stand at your back, watching you become Queen of the ashes.”

* Moira is a traitor?! I knew the bitch was sleezy, but this is… wow. I can’t wait for James to kill her.

* Fuck you, Tina! Ugh. These women are pissing me off 😂

* I fucking called it. Smee! You asshole. And cousins? Why are you being such a little bitch.

* So Peter saved James? And James has a brother?! wtf. Tina better fucking get some punishment for flipping out on Wendy.

* Oh shit. It’s Jon! And seriously, fucking Tina. Someone bitch slap her!

* THANK YOU!!

* Aww. They got their happily ever after 🥹

[lee-noma]

Cruella De Vil: House of De Vil

[storyteller7000]

Saw the trailer for Snow White March 2025.... I'm not that enthusiastic... But I got inspired for bit. Which was nice since I'm dealing with a lot of stuff right now. Trying to keep myself mentally afloat... Glad to have family, friends and three fluffy buns. Was also reminded of WhiteFangKakashi300's take on it from devinatart:

https://www.deviantart.com/whitefangkakashi300/art/One-Song-978520230

Thought it be interesting if we see through Prince Charming's eyes. Though tripping on a rock, facing a bear who is not happy wearing the prince's hat and wondering if this is "how his life is going to end" was not what he had in mind when he decided to look for Snow White...

Sorry, this is as far as I got... ^^'

Walt Disney's Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs - Prince Charming

[i-am-drowning222]

chapter one of this drowning kingdom

The water ran thick with blood.

And as Ariel wrenched the coral dagger from the rebel’s heart, she wished it was her blood that was swirling around her, making its way up her nose. It was an effort to keep the stoic mask in check was her aunt watched on, unimpressed, as she killed the last of the rebels that had been spreading rumors of an uprising in the underwater kingdom of Atlantica. His corpse floated slowly to the sea floor, blood streaming from his chest and mixing with the salty ocean water.

Somewhere in the crowd, a child was crying. Ariel wondered if the rebel was a brother, a father, an uncle—or if was simply the execution itself that had set the child off.

Ariel’s own sister was as stoic as she was from where she watched, her aunt keeping a tight grip on her shoulder. Ursula’s cruel, unforgiving gaze roved over the crowd, and Ariel turned toward her. She couldn’t help but glance at the Trident in her aunt’s hand—her father’s Trident, that should have gone to her when he’d died. Its three prongs, golden and deadly, seemed to glow when Ursula gripped it, but the glow was dim, not as bright as when her father had held the Trident. 

But she’d been staring for too long; Ariel forced herself to tear her gaze up to her aunt. 

Ursula hardly noticed her as she swam forward to address the crowd. 

“Twenty-three rebels in this area were spreading harmful rumors that jeopardized the safety of my citizens.”

Ursula paused, awaiting the crowd’s reaction. There was none.

“Thankfully for us, our Huntress was able to put a stop to these movements and secure the safety of Atlantica once and for all.”

Ariel tuned her aunt out, studying the crowd instead. Most of their eyes were wide; the Sea Queen hardly ventured out to put a stop to rebel forces, but this town was close enough to the capital that she’d been sure to make a public appearance. To appease the people’s worries, was what she’d said to her advisors. She’d failed to mention that she herself was at the root of those worries. 

In fact, most of the merfolk in the crowd were looking up, down, anywhere but at Ursula for fear of getting arrested—or killed. But some of the braver merfolk didn’t bother masking their disgust as they stared at the Queen, and it was an effort to keep her face blank when Ariel realized that some were glaring at her. 

Yes, there had been friends of the rebels in this crowd—and she had just killed them all, right in front of them. She deserved their anger, their hate, and she knew, deep down, that if these rebels ever succeeded, she would not fight back if they made her their first target. 

When her aunt’s declaration of deceit and empty promises was through, Bullus, the Captain of the Guard, approached Ursula. He bowed respectfully, then murmured quietly enough so that only the Queen could hear. Ursula’s gaze shot to Ariel, whose heart dropped as her aunt mouthed one snarled word: Stay.

Ariel bowed her head, glancing at her sister before remaining in place while the others left for the palace in the heart of Atlantica. Her sister followed closely after her aunt, her face carefully blank. 

Once everybody had cleared out, Bullus approached her, a ghost of a smirk on his face. 

“You have one more assignment from the queen,” he said. Bullus jerked his head toward the crowd. “It appears that my men were reckless in rounding up the rebels, and in their haste, we missed one. Those responsible have been dealt with, but the rebel has not. Find him. We think he has a scar on his cheek. Learn what he knows and report back to me at high tide.”

“And what of the male?” she asked. “Should I deliver him to you as well?”

“We have no use for rebel scum after we’ve learned what they know. Do what you believe should be done with him.”

As he swam away, Ariel braved a question—albeit a quiet one. “And if I don’t?”

Bullus leveled her with a stare. “You know what will happen if you fail.”

That she did, which meant she only had a few hours to get the information she needed and make it back to the palace. Bullus stared at her a moment longer before turning and making his own way back to the palace, taking a royal dolphin. 

But Ariel was already scanning the crowd that was watching her fearfully. It was only her and two guards that remained keeping them in check. 

Her eyes hopped from face to face, and when she’d had a look at the entire crowd once, she fixated on the only male that fit Bullus’s too-vague description. It wasn’t much of a coincidence when she realized that he’d been one of the few merfolk glaring at her. Ariel gave the remaining guards a curt nod in the direction of him, and they advanced. Merfolk darted out of the way as the escaped rebel bolted, swimming as fast as he possibly could.

“He’s going for the kelp!” one of the guards yelled to the other. They pursued, but weren’t nearly fast enough. Ariel rolled her eyes. Of course Bullus and her aunt had left her with the two most incompetent guards there were. How typical. 

With a powerful flick of her tail, she was moving. The crowd scattered as she darted through it, but Ariel didn’t bother glancing back at them. She’d already passed the two panting guards. The male was only a few feet in front of her now, and though she hated what she was about to do, she relished in the hunt. She was, after all, the Huntress.

The male dove, and there was indeed a forest of kelp where he could easily get lost. And there, just beyond it, was a pitch-black trench. For a split second, Ariel hesitated. She could just let him go, tell her aunt—

But no. She couldn’t risk it. Ursula was cruel and unforgiving. If she failed to deliver the information, or if her information was false—well, she didn’t really want to think about it.

Ariel veered to the side, keeping the male in sight as they both disappeared into the kelp. The guards had already fallen behind—it was just her and the rebel in this crazed chase. 

He was panting as he raced forward, his terrified eyes searching behind him every now and then. Searching for her, she knew. But she was hidden from his gaze, and as she pushed ahead of him, she closed her eyes for a second. She breathed in the current, imagining that it was instead the wind that pushed her blood-red hair behind her, that it was grass brushing against her arms, her face. 

But then she opened her eyes, and she was once again racing alongside her prey. She palmed the dagger in her hand as she flew out of the forest of kelp, and a split second later, the male followed, still glancing behind him. 

But then he turned, and he saw her. His eyes widened in terror, the only reaction he had time for as she barreled into him, pushing him against the wall of the trench. He grunted as his back scratched against the stone, ripping at his skin. 

The two other guards finally caught up to them, and raced forward, wrestling his arms behind his back and holding him in place against the stone walls of the trench. Ariel was silent for a moment as she regarded the male—his heaving chest, the blood swirling around his back, the look of pure hatred in his glare. 

Ariel stared right back, and she knew the mask she wore was that of the Huntress, Death Incarnate. Those who took one look into her eyes were sent swimming as fast as they could the other way; though, Ariel thought, most who met her gaze did not swim typically again. 

“What do you know?” she said eventually, studying the hilt of her dagger as though she was uninterested. On the very edge of her vision, she spied a flash of gray and white. 

“Nothing,” the male spat, struggling against the guards’ hold. 

Ariel sighed. Fast as an eel she struck, dragging the dagger across his shoulder. He cried out in pain as the salt in the ocean mixed with the wound, and Ariel waited a moment to let the pain grow before she said, “Let’s try this again: What do you know?”

He met her eyes, still glaring, and Ariel almost smirked. He was braver than most, she had to admit. 

“Fine,” he breathed. “What do I know? I know a lot of things. I know that you are the Huntress, killing hundreds of innocents for your queen. I know that you will gladly kill your own citizens if it means securing your status as future queen.” The words struck, even as she registered that he’d said your queen. Not our. “I know that you are the Slayer of Men, drowning whole ships on the ocean’s surface just for the fun of it.” A muscle in Ariel’s jaw ticked. “I know that you helped the Sea Queen overthrow your family so you could eventually become queen.” Her grip tightened on the dagger. “I know that if it ever came to it, your younger sister—”

He screamed as she embedded her dagger deep into his tail, so hard that it reverberated against the stone wall of the trench behind him. 

“You have three seconds to tell me what you know before I rip out your throat with my own gods-damned hands and feed you to the sharks,” she snarled. Her tone was lethal; even the guards flicked their tails warily as she wrenched the knife from his yellow tail. Blood seeped openly into the water, and the male screamed again when she dug the dagger into his shoulder. 

“Y-you’ll let me go if I tell you?” he gasped. “I have a family—”

“Three.”

“My wife can’t—”

“Two.”

“My daughters—”

“One.”

“Fine!” he cried as she shifted the dagger, widening the wound. He was nearly sobbing now from the pain. “What do you want to know?”

Ariel thought for a split second as she considered what information she wanted to give Bullus. “What are you planning?”

“To overthrow the sea queen,” he said. “Please, just get the knife out—”

“How? What’s your next move?”

“We don’t know yet,” he choked. “We’re meeting at a cave by the Reef of—”

Ariel twisted the knife, and the male screamed, cutting himself off. She didn’t want to hear the specifics, didn’t want to have to give those bits and pieces to Bullus. “When is your next attack?” she hissed.

He was sobbing, now, and tears ran down his cheeks as he rasped, “We’re going after the stronghold in the Caspian Sea. We don’t know when we’re going to attack. That’s all I know—please, please, I don’t want my girls growing up without me.” His chest heaved with each word, and each word was tinted with pain and fear.

Ariel pulled the dagger from his shoulder and put it to his throat.

“Please,” he whispered, choking on a sob. “Please.”

Ariel stared at him a moment longer. Another flash of gray and white caught her eye. She made her choice.

And began to sing.

Her voice—the one she got from her mother, that siren-like ability to control those around her—echoed through the trench as she sang. And in that song, in that haunting melody that had summoned storms strong enough to destroy ships, that had made sailors jump into the deadly waves, she wove a message to the male. 

Take your family and leave, she sang. As fast as you can. Change your name, find someone to cover up that scar on your face. Bind these wounds and go. Join one of the river tribes if you must. And remember none of this—not the rebels, not the attack, not me.

His eyes grew distant, dazed, as the song worked its magic. Soon enough, Ariel turned that song onto the guards, giving them but one order:

Let go of him.

The guards released the male, and as he raced from the trench, Ariel stopped her song. 

The guards snapped out of their stupor as he fled, their faces paling. One of them turned to Ariel. 

“You’ll bleed for this,” he snarled, pointing his sword at her. 

Ariel cocked her head. “No, I won’t,” she said softly. She met his gaze. “But you will.”

In one quick motion, she brought her dagger through the water and gutted him, grabbing the sword from his now-limp hand. It would cost her later, she knew, to return alone, but in that moment, she found that she didn’t particularly care. 

The other guard raised his sword, but it was over before it really began. In barely three swings, she’d found the opening she needed to stab him through the chest. He choked on his own blood before the light left his eyes.

A shadow passed over her, darkening the bloody water.

Ariel lifted her head, holding the shark’s gaze as she ripped the sword from the guard’s body. 

“Enjoy your dinner.” She turned away, holding her head high as the shark feasted on the bodies of the two guards.

[nikkywrites]

The Fawn — Bambi Retelling

Summary: When Bambi’s mother dies, it’s not his father he runs into.

Prompt: “a fawn stumbles around the forest on perpetually new legs. It has several rows of needle sharp teeth, and it is always starving” by @deepwaterwritingprompts aka this post.

Warnings: Canonical Disney mom death (not described), implied body horror.

So… I don’t know where this came from, but. Here it is.

———

It is winter, when his mother becomes lost to him. Winter, when he flees from the loud crack of Man. Winter when he is left alone.

He is destined to starve.

Bambi is still a fawn. Still incapable of finding food in the snow, of surviving alone, of fending for himself. He is still a fawn when he’s running, terrified and fueled by his mother’s “hurry!”, by the echo of Man’s work. Blinded, too, by it all, his fear and all the snow. And in the panic, he wanders to a place he should not be.

There is a part of the forest where the trees grow thicker, where the highest branches are braided so close together that the sun struggles to shine through, even on the brightest days.

There is a part of the forest where magic grows.

That is where Bambi flees to, unknowing, in the blindness of his fear. Darkness clouds over him, as he bounds deeper in, the snow here thinner than everywhere else, until he stops.

In another life, he is told to listen to the forest by his father, the Great Prince. In that life, he never hears words, never holds a conversation with the place that is his home, instead learns the figurative meaning of it. In that life, he learns to be the next Great Prince of the forest.

In this life, the forest speaks.

Lost little fawn, it sighs, branches rustling with wind that doesn’t touch him. All alone in the world.

Bambi jumps, looking around, his legs shaking furiously beneath him. “Mother?” he asks, whimpering, even though the voice sounds little like her, even though it is coming from a place too high to be her, even though it only vaguely sounds like a voice at all.

You have no mother now, the forest says, Man took her.

A tremble sweeps through Bambi, his legs hardly able to keep him upright with the force of it. This is something he knows, distantly. When she tries, she is faster than he is. He remembers her warnings of Man, about how they are dangerous, how they will take him. He was told to fear them.

He was told to fear this part of the forest, too.

He backs up, bumps into a raised tree root that makes him fall into the snow. He curls up, shivering, cold. His mother is dead and he has nowhere to go.

Do not fear, little fawn. The forest lowers a branch from the tree above him, still covered with bark, offering it as either food or shelter. I can help.

“Help?”

Yes. Don’t you want Man to pay?

Bambi lowers his head to the ground, ears flicking back and forth, eyes large and fixed on the branch.

I can help you. I can make you strong, so Man never takes a deer again.

“I’m hungry,” Bambi says, soft. His stomach is heavy in him, but empty. He was just beginning to eat breakfast with his mother when— when— he hasn’t eaten his fill. He’s been hungry all winter, more so the longer it drags on.

The branch breaks, moving closer. Then eat.

Bambi shifts to his hooves.

He bites cautiously at the bark. It crumbles in his mouth, warms his belly, lingers on his tongue.

He doesn’t remember is mother’s warning to never eat anything of magic. “It takes more than it gives, little one,” she had said, curled around him in the dark. “You must never eat anything, no matter how hungry you are. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” he had agreed, even as the words went over his head. What could be so awful about food, aside from a bad taste? He nuzzled his head against her neck. “I understand, mother.”

Yet here he was.

The branch is nearly stripped bare before the effects begin to materialize.

It is pain.

He’s never felt it before, not like this — burning heat, an itch, a stabbing sensation in his mouth and an internal rolling and twisting of his stomach. “Mother!” he calls, legs giving out from under him, the only feeling beside the hurt a bone-deep sick.

It lasts too long, another fragmented cry of “mother!” before it pulls him into blackness, into something that is like sleep but far worse because he can still feel the pain.

Things are different when he wakes.

He is different. The first thing he notes — only for the bone-shaking hollowing howl of it — is that he is still hungry. Once he realizes that, he can’t think of anything else. He needs to eat.

He is starving.

———

Taglist: @super-writer-gal @mr-writes

Thanks to Sleepy for telling me to post (sorry for the delay, tumblr didn’t notify me, I swear). Also kudos to past-me for writing an actually short thing.

[queenvreads]

REVIEW: Twisted by Emily McIntire

5/5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

This was an automatic 5-star rating before I read it, and now that I'm done, I need more!!

Twisted is a spicy and dark retelling of Aladdin, with all my favorite tropes; enemies-to-lovers, age gap, forced marriage, and a villain winning the girl. The story is brimming with slow burn, intense tension, and scorching chemistry between the characters.

Yasmin's father urgently wants her to marry someone who can manage the business and take care of her after he passes away from cancer. However, Yasmin is secretly in love with a servant and her childhood best friend, Aidan, but she fears disappointing her father. On the other hand, Julian covets the Sultan empire and believes he deserves it due to his hard work. He sees Yasmin as a spoiled brat. His initial plan is to marry her, inherit everything, and then harm her. But little does he realize that he will end up falling in love with her.

The twist was predictable, but I honestly don't care. YASMIN & JULIAN **CHEF'S KISS**

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Four bookworms walk in a thrift store...

KAITLYN: I don't have nearly as many as you but Ryan saw my bag of books on the floor. I didn't tell him- I told him we went to a bookstore, I didn't tell him how many I bought- and I had it sitting on the floor and he like, walked up and looked inside, and he was like, "Kaitlyn, what... what's this?" and I was like, "those are... I had those books already!" and he was like, "ummmm I don't think you did, actually." KRISTEN: Mind your fucking business, RYAN.

Click here to find out where you can listen to the full episode (spoiler alert: anywhere podcasts are!)

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♡Listen to our latest episode where we discuss and recommend our favorite books and fanfics featuring F/F and Disney/fairytale retellings in honor of our fic of the month: Love Worth Waiting For! Listen now wherever you get podcasts. ♡

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[prideprejudce]

the fact that reboots used to be like thirty or forty years apart and are now instead like 3-10 years apart is absolutely ridiculous. like are we so trapped in a capitalist hellscape that instead of us naturally cherishing a beloved piece of media like it deserves and looking forward to NEW stories with NEW universes we have to watch the same thing over and over and over again with reboot after reboot after reboot until that media has been so sucked dry that us as an audience are literally sick at the mere mention of it

[screenshotsonpinterest]

Thinking about how Starkid’s raised nearly half a million dollars for Cinderella’s Castle simply by being transparent about where their money goes, being nice to their fan base, hiring unproblematic, talented people, and creating good, original art

[jknerd]

Prince Bambi

Full Name: Bambi Álvaldur

Aliases: The Young Prince, His Young Highness Bambi, The Elf Prince

Gender: Male

Age: Immortal (20+ in human age)

Species: Light-Nature Elf

Affiliations: United Regions of Forrest; Alfheim, Álvaldur family

Occupation: Elf Prince of United Regions of Forrest Kingdom

Family: Albrénean the Great Prince (Father), Frida (Mother), Faline (eventual wife), Geno (firstborn son), Gurri (daughter), Nello (adoptive son), Mambo (adoptive son), Ferto (youngest son), Ena (mother-in-law)

Relationships: Mena (nanny), Thumper (friend), Flower (friend), Karus (friend; favourite), Ronno (frenemy; favourite), Perri (friend; lady-in-waiting), Porro (friend), Gobo (friend), Marena (friend), Faline (friend->love interest -> eventual wife)

Likes: Running, relaxing in palace garden, sleigh riding, visiting capital or other regions, spending time with his friends, Mena telling stories of his mother, Thumper’s sisters braiding his hair

Dislikes: Slave-trading humans, storms, failing at archery, disappointing his father, Ronno’s condescending attitude, conflicts

Powers/Abilities: Speed, strength, beauty, archery, magic, deer transformation

Bambi the Elf Prince AU:

Bambi Álvaldur is a young, gracefully built, beautiful Light-Nature elf prince of Alfheim in the United Regions of Forrest Kingdom. The only heir of the Great Prince Albrénean and his wife Frida, his birth was celebrated by not only the Alfheim, but also other regions’ magical creatures in the kingdom. Raised by his mother Frida and nanny Mena with their guidance and nurturing care, he shared most of his childhood with his best friends, Thumper the Dwarf, Flower the fairy, and Faline the nature elf girl who developed a crush on him at first sight.

In the Winter, Frida took her son to the borders where they could enjoy a picnic day without prying eyes, but was targeted by slave captor, a human, who attempted to take both of them to sell them as valuable slaves to human nobles. However, Frida had her son run away and risked her life, the gunshot alarmed the elven soldiers forcing the human to return to human realm, leaving Bambi motherless. Too young to understand the death, Bambi was informed by his father Albrénean that his mother can’t be with them anymore as the young prince was to be raised by the Great Prince. Despite not having much interaction, Bambi was determined to be approved by his father as proper heir. Recovering from mother’s death, Bambi encountered two elf boys; Ronno and Karus. Ronno wanted to befriend Bambi and his friends, but his arrogant and boastful persona has left a less than pleasant impression. Meanwhile, Karus was introduced to Bambi by his father as the Wood Elf prince would be helpful with his future. While Ronno claimed he will lead the dark elves and would have Faline as future mother to his offsprings, he didn’t antagonize Bambi much as Karus helps Bambi with his lessons and training. Despite the personality differences, they shared good friendship while maintaining his routines as the heir to Alfheim throne.

However, by coming of age, Bambi was confused and hurt when his friendship with Karus and Ronno ended; Ronno occasionally berates and taunts Bambi’s compassion for weakness as Karus became cold towards him, essentially quitting as Bambi’s supporter while being helped by his parents to be Faline’s suitor. However, Bambi never shown resentment towards Faline. Realizing Faline had her eyes only on him as she remained loyal to him just as Thumper and Flower are, Bambi starts reciprocating her love. Soon, Bambi was approached respectively by Karus and Ronno who challenged him for Faline’s hand and he agreed. Bambi admitted that while he admired their strength, he didn’t want to be treated as a person who needs to be protected as he wanted both of them to take him seriously when they were hesitant to land a serious/fatal blow on him. Eventually, Bambi won each fight he had against them. According to the law, whoever questioned future heir’s right to the throne lost from battle was to be executed. But, Bambi spared their lives, claiming that would be waste of their potential for the good of kingdom and knew that they never went against him with full hate.

In coming of age ceremony of Bambi, it was interrupted when he was informed that human landlord and his troops were approaching their realm. With the human landlord and his troop approaching, Gobo—who had positive view of humans during his childhood—decided to go to them and negotiate in peace as everyone else attempted to stop him. The tragedy strikes when the landlord killed Gobo, signaling his troop to mercilessly chase after all magical beings for his conquest. Alarmed but calm, Bambi dispatched all strong army of elves, orcs, and other magical beings to fight back while protecting Faline from human soldiers. Taken by the ethereal beauty of the young elf prince, the landlord injured Bambi with the firearm. However, despite the injury, Bambi continued to lead his people and others to safety as his father went to fight against the landlord, whom he recognized as the man who murdered Bambi’s mother. Searching for his father, he, Thumper, Flower, and others saw Albrénean cornered and had his spear broken by the landlord. With a bow and arrow tossed by Thumper, Bambi aimed at the landlord and fired as the arrow hit right into the corrupted human lord’s eye, preventing him from killing the Great Prince. As Karus and Ronno took Albrénean away, Bambi watched the human lord fall off from his horse and cries in pain. Instead of finishing him off, Bambi coldly turned away leaving the human’s fate unknown (but permanently disabled and traumatized once returning to human realm).

With aquatic elves and other water beings putting out the fire, Bambi partook in restoring the destroyed prefectures and bring the life back in the kingdom with help of his betrothed Faline, his friends, proving himself as a rightful next Elf Great Prince of the United Regions of Forrest. Although he had negative memories of humans since childhood, he have been notified the humans from local human village close to the border have been defending their realm and paid respect to Frida’s resting place. With a grateful smile and overcoming the long years of fury towards human, he knew not all humans are evil and decided to contact the said village’s kind and wise Elder.

Spin-Off “Perri and Annerle” AU:

Setting after the event of “Bambi the Elf Prince” AU, Bambi appear as newly crowned Great Prince as his father decided to abdicate the throne to his son. The main character, Perri the fairy girl was present in the blessing ceremony of Bambi and Faline’s children Geno and Gurri’s birth, with her mother among the magical citizens. As a friend of Flower, Perri accompanied him and his wife Petunia to deliver the flower gifts to the new Great Prince. Noticing the strange but welcoming scent of human from Perri, Bambi has taken an interest as he privately asked her if she had met a human. Perri confessed she actually become friends with the sweet human girl named Annerle who saved Perri’s mother. Soon, Perri has become a lady-in-waiting as her former playdate Porro became a palace cook.

Later, when Annerle accidentally transported into the realm where United Regions of Forrest is, Perri quickly led Annerle to the palace introducing her to Bambi. It was revealed that Annerle have been believed in the existence of many magical beings, due to her grandparents telling stories about them. Although Ronno was openly disagreeing, Bambi and Faline decided to let Annerle stay in the palace and often visit as long as she doesn’t tell other humans about their world, which Annerle promises. 

Bambi realized that it has been centuries in human world since the great fire and defeat of the human lord, and how the human world has changed, by Annerle’s modern clothes contrasting to the humans he have encountered. Noticing Perri pondering about love, Bambi initiated the conversation for his fairy friend by asking Annerle how does her world’s humans love, flustering Perri, Porro, and Mirro. Unaware of flummoxed looks on Karus and Ronno’s expression, Annerle simply replied while there are some cases people find love through conditions of wealth, status and looks, many humans just falls in love regardless of who they are, adding that even humans of same genders can get married, much to Bambi’s fascination and Perri’s curiosity. When Annerle asked the same question, Bambi replied that while genders didn’t matter, his world is repressive in relationship when it comes to interracial ones and the relationship between magical beings and humans were hostile, in which Annerle understands. Occasionally, Bambi watches the friendship between Perri and Annerle grew, even listening to Annerle’s venting about her crush Lukas Grassi, the art student of same age.

When Annerle visits again, Bambi noticed her grief-stricken state. Being perceptive yet calm, Bambi asked if it was about Lukas. When she was silent, he assumed correctly that something unkind has happened to him. In which, Annerle tearfully told him Lukas was killed by his abusive stepfather Ludwig week ago and refused to move on. Feeling the same grief he once felt by his mother’s death, Bambi comforted her as his father Albrénean encouraged her to always remember Lukas as he is always in a special place in Annerle’s heart. When being discouraged to avenge Lukas, Annerle asked Bambi how did he handle his grief. Bambi answered that time heals as he wasn’t alone, decided to love the ones who stayed with him, even if some of them once hurt or betrayed him. His words struck in Perri’s heart, made her realize that she loves Porro; the one whom she spent most of her life bonding, fighting, reconciling and shared their pain with.

In the end, during the wedding between Perri and Porro, Bambi was one of the guests as he gave both of them a marital blessing. Noticing a familiar young man, Bambi led him to Annerle, who was shocked to see the man; it was Lukas, who was believed to be dead. It was revealed that Lukas had to live a secret life as a werewolf in a form of conditional spell when he wanted to escape poverty by becoming a successful artist. When Annerle and Lukas happily reunited, Bambi smiled and left with his family, resuming to his duty as the Great Prince with content. 

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[Book Two of…]

Story: 3 out of 5 Smut: 2.5 out of 5

I can’t believe it took me so long to finish this book. After flying through Hooked, I expected the same to happen for this one, but I just couldn’t get into it.

Don’t get me wrong, Emily has such a wonderful way of telling a story, but I guess the royalty one just wasn’t for me.

Tristan (Scar) is everything in this book! I thought it was gonna take a while for me to like him, but damn… Michael (Mufasa) was just the worst. You’ll be rooting for Tristan from the very beginning.

As for Sara… I normally like the FMC right away, but she rubbed me the wrong way and it took forever to even remotely like her. Like I know she’s angry and wants revenge, but the entitled attitude was a no for me. Fortunately, everything worked out in the end.

Other characters will pull you in- Simon (Simba) is just the cutest- and others will have you wanting to punch them. Not all of them are who they seem to be. Seriously, I was left gasping because of who turned out good and who turned out bad.

* So far, what I’m getting is Tristan = Scar, Michael = Mufasa, Xander = Zazu..

* Lmao. Tristan really wiped beneath his mother’s eye to prove she wasn’t crying and called her out. Damn 😂

* “Long live the king” — That gave me chills.

* Faasa family. Ahh, I get it lol. But dang, they want revenge on the royal family..? This is going to be good.

* Is uncle Raf a modern Rafiki? If so, what happened to being the all-wise neutral party? lol.

* “I’m no one’s queen. I’m just the one who will burn the crown.”

* Oohhh. Is Simon (Simba) a- I hate this word, but it is what it is- a bastard that everyone pretends to not know is the new king’s child?

* And so Sara meets Tristan 😏 Sort of. I wonder how this is going to go down since she’s supposed to be married to Michael 👀

* Holy shit. Sara’s first night and a severed head is tossed at the feet of Michael. And she came with a warning from the Rebel King. Interesting…

* … and Sara’s just rubbed me the wrong way. I know she has ulterior motives, but pulling the “I am to be you queen, give me respect” just made me lose respect for her 😂

* Long live the rebel king!

* “I prefer you this way. On your knees, chest heaving, and face flushed while you stare up at your betters. Let this be a lesson, little doe. Don’t forget your place.” // “And where is that?” // “Trembling at my feet.” — yassss! lol.

* I am Team Tristan 100% 😏 Fuck Xander! I’m glad he got knocked down a couple of pegs.

* Tristan and his apparent nephew Simon are so cute 😩

* Poor Antony is about to meet his doom 😂

* Oh shit. Michael is hallucinating his dead father? Tristan is going to spin the “mad king” bit and sway people from supporting him.

* Someone needs to slap Marisol back into her place and FIND SHEINA!

* I just realized that Timothy and Paul are the human version of Timon and Pumba lol. Right?

* Oh fuck. Tristan’s trusted spy brought Sheina to the one place the rebels gather to fuck her..? wtf.

* Goddamn. Tristan is very displeased. I can’t- I can’t even write the words he said! Holy shit.

* I am not a fan of Sara finding out the castle’s secrets when she still wants to kill Tristan. I don’t trust this hoe!

* So wax play gets Sara going…

* “So you’re a witch on top of being my brother’s whore?” — goddamn 😂

* lol Edward’s punishment. I almost forgot Tristan was pissed at him.

* Oohhhh. Did she finally realize that Simon is Michael’s bastard kid?

* And Uncle Raf is here? Everyone’s just a major cockblock.

* I don’t trust uncle Raf. Or Xander. Something is up.

* My little liar… that’s what he’s been calling her this entire time 😂

* Holy shit. They’re fondling each other under the table with Michael right next to them. And someone poisoned the cousin?! And it wasn’t Tristan..? 👀

* Oh. Sara poisoned him 😂

* She should have slit that creepy bastard’s throat when she had the chance.

* Thank you, Tristan, for making him suffer. You’re a real one.

* Fuckkkk. The story of how Tristan got his scar..? Yeah, fuck Michael. He needs to die asap.

* He didn’t let her cum. What a dick 😂

* I knew something was fishy with Raf. Now he’s pinning Sara’s father’s death on the rebel king? On Tristan?! Why do I get the feeling that isn’t the truth either?

* He’s playing his brother like a fucking fiddle lmao.

* Damn. I like Sara finally standing up for herself to Marisol and Ophelia. But…

* …now Timothy’s dead because she didn’t listen. Although what are the rebels after? I doubt Tristan told them to do that unless they’re starting to not have faith in their rebel king.

* Knew someone went against his orders. But who and why?

* Oh shit. She let him fuck her 😬

* And now she knows he’s the rebel king. Let the shitshow begin.

* Fuck. Michael killed their father? And Xander and their mother nudged him the direction? wtf.

* “I am nothing if I’m not yours. So do it. Kill me, Sara. Put me out of this constant purgatory of needing you without having you.”

* … and she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t kill me. Was the dick really that good? 😂

* Shit’s gonna hit the fan! Tristan told her he didn’t kill her father and her uncle plans to use her as scapegoat so he can take the crown. For fuck’s sake.

* Oh Simon. You would ask Tristan to be your dad and break my heart in the process.

* Ophelia, you traitorous cunt! I can’t believe you snitched on Tristan and Sara. I hope they kill you.

* Marisol is a rebel!? What is going on?!?!

* Holy shit. He crowned Simon as king seven years later 😨

[lee-noma]

Belle and The Beasts Castle

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hi! i am a disney-obsessed teenager who loves to write. i'm currently working on a dark little mermaid retelling

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This Drowning Kingdom - (longer description on ao3 or wattpad):

Deep in the oceans, the Sea Queen rules Atlantica, the kingdom of the mer. Power-hungry and dangerous, she wants to find something that will make her even more powerful. So she sends out her secret weapon: the Huntress. Ariel has many titles--the Huntress, Slayer of Men, Heir to Atlantica. But she holds one in particular closest to her heart: sister. It's for her sister that she carries out her aunt's despicable tasks, that she kills humans and mer alike. So when her aunt asks her to track down a weapon that would make the Sea Queen unstoppable, she agrees--for a price. Prince Eric Halliran of the Nereidian Kingdom knows that humans are losing the war with the mer. The Huntress is growing stronger, while the entirety of the eighteen kingdoms grow weaker as oversea trade dwindles by the day. He's already suffered once at the hands of the Huntress--he has no intention of doing so again. But his only hope is to look for an ancient artifact that could put a stop to the Sea Queen and her monster. So he assembles a crew, tracks down an expert, and begins his search. One necklace has the chance to change the course of the entire world. But who wants it more--a girl willing to do anything for her sister, or a boy willing to do anything for his kingdom?