Lion King Fanfic
You'll laugh. You'll cry. You'll meep.
This is a collection of all the Lion King stories I've written, hosted at fanfiction.net. The order is chronological, with my newest, and hopefully better, stuff at the top. I have put ratings of one to three stars after the titles according to how good I think it is; 3 stars indicates a smashing piece of literature, one star that I don't actually like it all that much. To comment on anything, hit the 'Review' button at the end of the story or e-mail agent99@lionking.org.
Scar was gone. The Pride was his. Why could he not forget? Why this constant terror of his uncle, and the legacy he might have left behind?
Regeneration
[poem]
*
Where fire and water lashed the plain
Bring the green springtime back again...
Flashback
**
For years the young lion had lived with the knowledge that his father had died to save him. It had faded to a dim memory during his time with Timon and Pumbaa, the shock and the change of environment shielding his cub mind, but he had never quite forgotten.
But no matter how often she defeated Kovu in their cub battles, Zira had eyes only for her boy child. All because Scar, the former king of the Pridelands and Zira's mate, had picked Kovu to be his successor. Sometimes Vitani wished Scar hadn't died just so she could give him a piece of her mind.
End of Laughter
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Dead. The word sent a cold shock through Nala, as though she had plunged into the waterhole on a hot day. Cubs like her didn't die. Old lions died; new cubs were born dead and sometimes their mother died too. This Nala accepted. But Simba...her friend...no.
The Lesser Kings
***
Simba rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. What did Uncle Scar want in the middle of the night? Normally he avoided his nephew, growling and turning away when the cub demanded a story or a ride. Still, a surprise was a surprise.
Zira fought, as she had always fought. Tossed by the swirling current, battered and cut by the debris the river had picked up along its violent way, she struggled with every muscle in her body to keep her head above the foaming surface.
"I must go, Kiara." Turning away, Kovu gazed in the direction of his two homes, the old and the new. Though a golden sunset bathed Pride Rock, over the barren Outlands dark shadows had already fallen. "He's - he was - my brother."
Old Rafiki saw the little procession approaching from his tree, and clutched his temples as a sudden spasm of pain shot through his head. He rocked to and fro, staggered by the strength of his premonition. They didn't look like much, this lean, bony lioness and her untidy son. But he knew as surely as if it had already happened that they meant bad trouble for Pride Rock.
There is a land called Upendi
Somewhere far away from here...
Simba's Thoughts on
Kovu [poem] **
I thought I saw my Uncle live again...
Vitani's Dare
***
"If you two want to prove you can lead a pride, I dare you to spend the night in the Elephant Graveyard!"
Journey to the
Outlands/Homeless [songfic] **
A line of creatures, long and lithe, golden, grey and brown. Lions leaving the Pridelands. Rain still lightly falling, they trudged across the ashes of the plain in the moonlit night. These were the supporters of Scar: Zira, his confidante and mate in all but name, her children and sisters, and those few others who had admired Scar and prospered under his rule.
Nuka's Fear
**
Nuka was born in the reign of King Scar, a sad time for many but a happy one for the dark cub. As a male he didn't have to wear himself out hunting like the lionesses. When his mother Zira was out with the rest of the pride he went to Scar for company, and a strange but firm friendship sprang up between the two.
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