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[darklordofthesimp]

The Beskar Beast I (Din Djarin x Reader)

CHAPTER 1

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A Beauty and The Beast Retelling.

Summary: The Beskar Beast of Nevarro had been a living legend that both protected and terrorized the planet for years. A creature of the night, shielded from the sun and his enemies by beskar armor, requiring a blood sacrifice every two years to keep his bloodlust sated. There were plenty of women on Nevarro, and the likelihood of being chosen was slim- though, you supposed you'd ruined your odds when you accepted the deal to take your sister's place as his offering.

After all, what better reason to die if not for love?

AN: It's here and the second chapter is already written, this my new obsession.

Rated: 16+

Warnings: Swearing and mild violence.

Every planet had their own legends and lore; some basted in a terrible history and some straight out of the babbling mouth of a child- but there were always stories. 

You’d heard of fantastical beasts that fed on radiation, living beneath the earth of a distant planet. There were creatures that lingered in deep space, attacking pilots with haunting screams that rendered them paralyzed. 

As far as mythological monsters went, you felt as though you were well versed in most. 

But the Beskar Beast of Nevarro, the horror that plagued your own planet, you knew next to nothing about. 

The armoured monster that required tithe and sacrifices in order to appease, the being that both protected your world and terrorised it through legend, he was nothing but a scary story in your bank of knowledge. 

So when the Grand Magistrate, Greef Karga, called for the town to gather for the biennial draw, you were equally as scared as you were intrigued. 

Your sister hissed from beside you as a particularly large Trandoshan barged into her, tossing the small woman into the disgruntled couple before them. 

“You’d think there’d be a little less excitement and a lot more fear today,” she muttered, dusting imaginary lint from her shoulder. You raised a brow, humming in agreement. 

Kalea was right. There was an electric buzz settling over the congregation of Nevarro, you could feel it licking up the length of your spine and forming a pit in your chest. 

Every two years, the Magistrate would draw a name from a golden tray, an offering to the Beast- a human sacrifice. Every two years, a woman would die a violent, needless death in the name of superstition, whisked away to never be seen again. 

You’d never been chosen in the years that you had come of age, a blessing that you didn’t take for granted, but this year anxiety closed your throat tightly. 

Breathing didn’t come easy and you could hear the blood rushing through your ears as an eery reminder of what it would sound like spilling onto the floor. 

“Ease up,” Kalea nudged you with a smarmy grin, “the chances of us being picked are near impossible.” 

Nevarro was a haven for all those that lived there. 

It was well protected, it was abundant in resources, the economy was booming and the trade was phenomenal. The crime rate was the lowest in the galaxy, (regarding populated planets), and you could live a comfortable life. 

This was the debt owing for such luxuries. 

And, of course, women were the ones paying it. 

There was a hush over the crowd, a sudden silence so loud you could hear a pin drop. 

“Good morning, citizens of Nevarro!” The Magistrate boomed joyfully, throwing his hands up in welcome. 

Irritation pulled in your chest at the sheer arrogance of a man so entitled, so well protected, that he could smile in the face of another person’s death. 

“Today is the day,” he nodded, a charming grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “Today, we offer a sacred gift, a gift so precious, that we humbly present to our Mandalorian protector.” 

There was a gasp that rippled across the crowd, a shuffle of feet as people leaned away from the podium. You could almost hear the trepidly beating hearts of the women surrounding you over the awed crooning of men. 

“What’s happening?” You murmured to your sister and she could only offer a shrug as you both strained to see over the crowd. 

There was a brilliant flash of silver that had your heart leaping into your throat. Your fingers closed around your sisters wrist tightly as Mandalorian armour appeared within your vision. 

The Beast was here. 

He never came. 

There was an unearthly stillness across the crowd as the monster approached the podium, slowly and carefully. He was huge, taller than life and impossibly broad, hidden behind a visor and impenetrable metal. 

You’d never seen it before, never been in the presence of the Beast of Nevarro. 

And you never wanted to be again. 

“Shall we start?” The Magistrate looked the monster for approval, who scanned over the crowd slowly. You sunk behind the man in front of you, making yourself look as small as you possibly could. Finally, that terrible helmet inclined in a clear and concise nod, an antclimactic movement considering it signed the loss of someone’s life. 

The Beast reached down, plucking an upside down piece of paper from the tray without so much as a second thought. There was no hesitation in the movement but for a second you thought you saw his hand waver when he handed it to the Magistrate to be read aloud. 

The Magistrate cleared his throat with a grin, and then he spoke. 

The words were a buzz, none of them holding the sound of your own name. The relief that ran through you was severe and overwhelming, rushing so fast through your chest that you felt like you could cry. 

But it was short lived. 

There was a terrible, wheezing gasp from beside you. 

You turned to your sister, who stared ahead with an empty, trepid gaze. 

The name that had been called was not yours, but it had been Kalea’s. 

There were guards pushing between the both of you before she’d even had the chance to speak. They shoved you back, your body falling into the chest of someone who held you up with a kindness you could not acknowledge. 

Kalea began to scream, just as you began to choke. 

“No!” She rasped, struggling against the soldiers that held her tightly. “Please!” 

You felt your feet move before you commanded them to. 

“This strong young woman has the honor of offering herself to the Protector of Nevarro!” The Magistrate celebrated but the words were a distant murmur in the back of your mind. Your eyes were fixed on your sister, your chest was tight, there was water in your lungs and blood in your mouth and you couldn’t breathe. Nothing was right, this wasn’t right. 

“No,” the word shook from your lips as you blindly stumbled towards the gap in the crowd. “No, no, no.” 

She was all you had. She was your responsibility. She was your sister. She was your duty. 

This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t happen.

“No,” you wheezed louder, eyes fixated on her flailing body. 

“Stop this!” You shouted, shoving one of the guards that held her. You don’t remember approaching them, you don’t remember crying, you only remembered Kalea’s fear fuelled wails and the promise you’d made to protect her. 

It was an oath that you didn’t plan on breaking. 

“This is an honor,” The Magistrate reinforced, staring down at you with a raised eyebrow. His gaze scanned the people gathered for a short moment, as if gaging their reactions. 

“Liar!” You snarled, swiping at the guard again. This time the soldier turned to face you as the other wrestled your sister. Before you could react, he’d shoved you hard and the breath was knocked from your lungs. Your back hit the ground with enough force to blur your vision and the world around you went silent. You wheezed as you rolled onto your stomach, tears welling along your lashes. You couldn’t lay here, you needed to move. You needed to help her. 

The best you could achieve was forcing yourself to your knees, keeled over and panting into the dirt. The crowd was silent, the Magistrate was silent, and strangely enough, Kalea was silent. 

Brown, leather boots stopped within your line of sight and you felt your chest seize. The Beast said nothing, he didn’t prompt you to look up, he didn’t touch you, he simply stood there as though he belonged. 

But he didn’t belong and you were surprised he hadn’t killed you already for your insolence.

Bile rose up into your throat and your lip trembled.

Finally, you forced yourself to slowly look up at the monster from your place on the floor. 

Every ridge of his armour was purposeful, his cape was clean pressed, the beskar was polished and you couldn’t help but marvel at how pristine the creature was. The pit in your stomach reminded you that he intended to sully his clothes later with Kalea’s blood.

You finally stared into the visor of his helmet, knowing that the monster beneath was watching you right back. 

“Please,” you begged death incarnate. “I’ll do anything.” 

He said nothing and your skin prickled beneath his heavy gaze. You knelt before the Beast, hands gripping the sand and watching it slip through your fingers, just as your sister was. Tears wet the dirt as you pressed your forehead into the earth, sobbing through your teeth. “Please.” 

“Take her place.” 

You jolted, snapping your eyes up to meet his through the visor, “yes.” 

His voice was nothing you had expected it to be, soft like a lover’s caress. You had just agreed to die in your sister’s stead but your mind was on anything but that. You felt as though you’d been poisoned, your thoughts lagged, your body was on fire and you couldn’t breathe.

“No!” Kalea screamed, writhing in the grip of Greef’s soldiers. “I’ll go! I’ll go!” 

But the Beast was watching you now, head tilting slightly to the side as he appraised you. Your skin felt hot but your mind was numb. This was so much, this was too much. He was going to kill you, you hadn’t even stopped to think before you’d spoken, the word ‘yes’ falling from your lips with such ferver and desperation that you knew it had to have been the right answer. 

“You would take her place?” The Beast asked, his voice a rasp that made your blood freeze in your veins. “You would be mine?” 

“My life is yours,” your words were barely a whisper but he seemed to have heard them perfectly. Immediately he set into action, turning on his heel and gesturing at the guards.

Your body shook so hard you thought you might have been having a fit, tears tracked your cheeks and a cold dread dripped down the length of your spine. But, despite all, relief was still the strongest emotion you could identify.

Kalea was safe, your oath had been maintained. 

“No!” Your sister screamed as the soldiers let go of her, they’d aquired a new target and it appeared to be you. You couldn’t stand in your condition regardless, you couldn’t run, you could barely breathe- but they didn’t care. 

“Let me say goodbye,” you rasped as they heaved your body from the floor. “Please, let me say goodbye.” 

“You are to be delivered to the Mandalorian immediately.” The guard spoke in a soft but stern voice, had you not been so disoriented you would have heard the sympathy in his words. Kalea wailed from her crumpled position on the floor, dirt marring her face and clothes. You felt almost numb to her pain, the panic subsided into an emptiness you couldn’t describe. 

There was no struggle as you were thrown into the speeder and you didn’t fight when the vehicle began to move. It was done, the decision had been made. This was it. 

You were paraded through the crowd like a prized trophy, the face of every woman solemn with relief and sorrow. You couldn’t blame them for the solace they found in your death, the consolation they took in your sacrifice. After all, that had been you in that crowd for years, watching the speeder drive on through and breathing easy as it left. 

The Magistrate offered you a nod, that stupid, embellished grin nowhere to be seen now that the eyes of the town weren’t on him. They were on you. But you wouldn’t look at them anymore, you couldn’t bear the relief in their eyes. You couldn’t bear the sounds of their voices. You lowered your head into your hands, blocking out the noise of the crowd, the soft murmurs and the prayers. 

You acted as though the world was silent. 

You pretended you couldn’t hear Kalea, as she sobbed your name. 

And when the speeder finally picked up pace, you didn’t turn to look at her one last time. 

It was easier like this. 

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[the-smut-analyst]

Woah. Disney got dark, bro.

5 deliciously dark and smutty Disney retellings that will send you straight to hell.

You're welcome.

This blog post includes Amazon Affiliate links. Always check trigger warnings before reading. Your mental health is important <3

1. A Ship of Bones & Teeth by Karina Halle

Ever wondered how different the Little Mermaid might have gone if Ariel was a man-eating siren?

Well, then have I got the rec for you...

I'm not exaggerating about the man-eating thing, by the way. In Karina Halle's version of Siren lore, they quite literally eat the hearts of men.

And yes.

This does occur on page.

Instead of being a re-telling of the Little Mermaid and Prince Eric falling in love, A Ship of Bones & Teeth instead transports us 10 years into their marriage - where things ain't looking so dandy for the reformed siren and her royal beau.

Turns out that (surprise, surprise) our protagonist, Maren (aka Ariel 2.0: Heart-Eating Edition), kind of regrets leaving the sea behind. Especially since Prince Eric turned out to be an abusive deadbeat who only liked her when she didn't have a voice.

But then Captain Ramsay "Bones" Battista enters the chat.

Alongside his notorious crew, Captain Bones commandeers the royal ship, and takes Maren as a prisoner. (And that's when things start getting better down where it's wetter, if ya know what I mean).

If you like your characters morally grey, your male leads with a bit of swagger, and your smut with a light dose of bondage - then add this book to your TBR.

Available for purchase here.

2. Luxuria by Colette Rhodes

Ever wondered how much more fun Beauty and the Beast might have been if Beauty had a serious monster kink?

Well then, look no further...

Far from the standard whiny, blushing bride that often accompanies the arranged marriage trope, Ophelia likes what she likes - and owns it.

And what she likes above all else is Shades - aka the "shadow demons" she was raised to kill by her family of Hunters. Yup. This version of Beauty has a serious monster kink.

So when a peace treaty is eventually brokered between the Hunters and the Shades - and part of that peace treaty involves sending a bride to the Shadow Realm to marry the king - Ophelia is like...

But instead of all her monster-banging fantasies coming true, Ophelia husband isn't interested. He's grumpy, suspicious, and does his best to intimidate his new wife every chance he gets.

Little does the King of Shades realise, however, that Ophelia is totally into all the snarling and growling. Instead of being scared, she's actually like...

It's a bit of a slow-burn to start, but once King Allerick realises that the scent his new wife keeps giving off is actually her arousal, not her fear? Well... Let's just say the slow-burn turns into a full-on forest fire.

If you like books that make you laugh out loud, your smut on the kinky and consensual side of the Omegaverse, and your male leads to be more monster than man - then this is the perfect book for you.

Available for purchase here.

3. Velvet Cruelty by Eve Dangerfield

Ever watched Snow White and thought about how much better it would have been if, instead of seven dwarves, we got multiple hunter characters instead?

Well then, fret not, cause Ms. Dangerfield's got you covered with...

This Snow White retelling does not hold back. It is brutal, seductive, and decadent.

This one's not for the faint of heart. The themes and the sexual content is dark as hell. Like, it puts the dark in dark. Fans of the Saints & Sinners Duet, or fans of Mafia Romance in general, probably won't blink an eye - but for anyone new to this sinful little corner of the romance section - proceed with caution.

Seriously. This is a code red: dead dove do not eat situation.

Unlike a lot of "why choose" romance, there's no skimming in terms of character development and complexity here. The four "hunters" are awful but - in typical Eve Dangerfield style - they're also damn interesting. This author is genuinely brilliant at weaving complex, unique characters that draw you in.

If you like your romance dark as hell, with villainous love interests and a generous smut-to-plot ratio, then give Velvet Cruelty a try.

Available for purchase here.

4. Escaping Wonderland by Tiffany Roberts

Ever wondered how you might feel if the Mad Hatter and Cheshire Cat characters were blended to make a crazy-yet-kinda-hot hybrid?

Alright, maybe not.

But regardless, I am here to present exactly that...

Let's face it. Alice in Wonderland is probably the one Disney movie that really didn't need to get more messed up. It's already a thinly-veiled acid trip as is. However, if you can count on anyone to throw in a bit more dark and twisted (ya know, just for fun) then its the writing duo that make up Tiffany Roberts.

The smut in this book actually isn't too out there (aside from the fact that the love interest is basically a humanoid cat). What makes this retelling especially dark though is its themes.

In Escaping Wonderland, Wonderland itself is actually a medically induced hallucination. One that psychiatric patients are subjected to against their will, until they eventually lose their grip on reality.

If these themes aren't a trigger for you, then I'd highly recommend giving Escaping Wonderland a try. It's the perfect romance for readers who enjoy when sci-fi and fantasy intersect, as well as for readers who don't mind a bit of monster in their male protagonists.

Available for purchase here.

5. Titan by Jillian Graves

Did you ever watch the Hunchback of Notre Dame and think that those gargoyles were a bit of alright?

Well then, hold my beer...

Yes, you read that correctly. This is a Daddy-DOM romance featuring a wealthy gargoyle. Don't judge me. Only the Lord can do that and I've already burned that bridge.

I gotta admit, before this book I avoided the daddy kink like the plague. But now I consider myself a convert. Now I am more like...

Titan also gets bonus pun for the series title. I mean... Romancing His Stone?!?!

Brilliant. 10 pun points for Gryffindor.

If you like books that are kinky and consensual, include some well-thought-out world-building, and that are sex worker positive to boot, then walk, don't run - Jillian Graves has got you covered.

Available for purchase here.

Hope you enjoyed this smutty Disney list. I'll meet you all in hell!

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[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 🥹

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[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.

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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.

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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.

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[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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[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.

#the little mermaid #the little mermaid retelling #disney retelling #ao3 #archive of our own #fanfic

[readinthedarkpod]

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.

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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

#harry potter #harry potter tw #avatar the last airbender #disney #disney movies #it’s the same thing with disney and atla and now harry potter #like deathly hallows came out in 2010!!!!!!! why do we need an entire fuckin series reboot??? #besides being able to generate more cash from an already billion dollar franchise????? #I don’t want a retelling of harry fucking potter!!!!!!!! think of something new!!!!!!

[nicasbookblr]

Book Review #5 | Cinder and Ella (Cinder & Ella #1) by Kelly Oram | Contemporary Romance, Chick-Lit, Disney Retelling

If you love cute contemporary romance, this book is for you.

Note: This book review is a slightly long read, probably. If you want a more summarized version, scroll down to the bottom and click the link to my goodreads or bookstagram. Cinder and Ella by Kelly OramGR Rating: 4.25 Title: Cinder and Ella Author: Kelly Oram Published: October 2014 Genre: Contemporary Romance, Young Adult, Disney Retelling Cinder and Ella is a book by Kelly Oram that was…

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#book recommendations #book review #books for teenagers #books for young readers #brian oliver #chick-lit #cinderella retelling #contemporary romance #disney retelling #ellamara rodriguez #fantasycon #high school romance #hollywood fiction #hollywood inspired #kelly oram

[darklordofthesimp]

The Beskar Beast {MASTERLIST}

A Beauty and The Beast Retelling

Taken as a sacrifice to the Beast, you learn that you are the solution to his problems and the key to breaking the curse. However, can you survive the Beast's bloodlust long enough to save him from himself?

Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Warning! This series includes graphic descriptions of blood, violence and vampiric themes. Chapter 1: The Sacrificial Ceremony

Chapter 2: A Deal with the Devil

Chapter 3: Dinner is Served

Chapter 4: Collect

Chapter 5: A Bite to Eat

Chapter 6: The West Wing

Chapter 7: Only Fair

Chapter 8: Taste (Newest Chapter: 15 Dec 22)

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#masterlist #din djarin #din djarin x reader #mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x reader #star wars #the mandalorian #din djarin x y/n #din djarin x you #beauty and the beast elements #baby yoda #grogu #beauty and the beast #disney retelling #disney #belle and beast #the beast

[schibi12]

Greek Gods being desgined as colorful rainbow people my beloved

#schibi rambles #greek gods #greek mythology #osp #overly sarcastic productions #disney hercules #destripando la historia #dlh #i know lore olympus also does this i just havent read it thats why i didnt include it #also last 3 pic might be the most niche and underrated thing i have ever referenced #but i highly recommend it they are story/myth retellings done in song form each done with a different sound/genre #its all in youtube search destripando la historia and youre welcome

[thatpunkmaximoff]

[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 😨

#never after series #booktok book review #book review #scarred #emily mcintire #tristan faasa #sara beatreaux #disney retelling #the lion king #mufasa #scar #dark romance #romance #disney reimagining #the lion king retelling #the lion king reimagining

[fictionadventurer]

Listening to a podcast interview with the directors of Treasure Planet, and one of the most fascinating things is when they talk about how the '90s Disney animation climate was all about making these prestige animated films with stories that could have been done in live action (Hunchback, Pocahontas), and these guys fought to make films that could only be done (or at least be best done) with animation. Because it's kind of the inverse of their current philosophy of making everything live action even if it's a story that's better in animation. So anyway if the live-action Treasure Planet thing is really happening, it's like spitting in the face of this movie's intent.

#treasure planet #disney #also i may just have to keep this one in my back pocket for writing inspiration #because the way they talk about blending a classic story with their new take #and about how they try to distill the story down to its essence #like a caricature that keeps it simple and reveals the true heart of the story #is a lot like how i like to approach retellings #70-30 rule is a good term (that's what they used to describe their blend of past vs future aesthetic) #and thinking about that blend is esp helpful for the story i'm currently mulling over

[i-am-drowning222]

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?

#fanfic #little mermaid #little mermaid retelling #disney #disney retelling #dark disney #twisted disney

[readinthedarkpod]

Two things we LOVE, obviously

KRISTEN: Rowan is a billionaire, as you can probably tell, whose grandfather actually opened Dreamland KAITLYN: booooo!!! He's a billionaire and a nepo baby?! KRISTEN: Yeah.

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