I've already talked about it in other posts (albeit usually separately or part of a wider scope), but Disney sequels have a big problem with introducing new characters, and not really allowing them screentime for development, instead making them feel one-note. I can give "Moana 2" a pass since it was reworked from a tv show and they didn't have the freedom, time, or budget to change things around at the last minute, but the hectic production "Frozen 2" doesn't appear to have affected the Northuldra; while there's concept art of Ryder and Kristoff and Elsa and Honeymaron, the narrative we're shown never seems to actually have planned on using them extensively by the time the documentary takes place, meaning they were probably not going to be super important in the end anyway. I've been talking about "Zootopia 2" a bit since seeing it, so I won't be repetitive, but Gary and Pawbert, despite being pretty important (no major spoilers on this particular post), Gary is very one-note and Pawbert's family isn't on-screen long enough for his loyalty to them or their characterization to feel particularly deep.
Hoping future Disney sequels remedy this--and I really hope Ryder and Honeymaron are in the sequel in a significant capacity!
tw// NSFW, Fem-bodied reader, reader is AT LEAST bisexual, size difference (Junker Queen is 7ft while reader is average female height) Reader is sexually attracted to power.
meg·a·lo·ma·ni·ac
/ˌmeɡələˈmānēˌak/
noun
a person who is obsessed with their own power.
adjective
exhibiting megalomania.
“I wanna become Queen!”
That’s what Odessa thought to herself when she was finally ready to challenge the current king. She entered the Reckoning as a wastelander and was booed immediately. No person of her stature had ever made it to the Reckoning before. She would prove their doubts wrong and take the crown. King Howl has never lost. Not in 13 years.
This will be his last Reckoning.
Odessa already knew that she would have to fight Howl by the end. What she didn’t expect was to see a small pretty woman sitting on his lap. The head of his mech opened with his hands secured around your waist.
You looked so soft and pretty. All Odessa could do was think about how someone like you could end up with him. She also couldn’t believe the rumors she had heard about you too. Apparently, you became Queen from fighting every wife Mason Howl had, tooth and nail.
The story went like…
“Queen (y/n) was an outsider. She didn’t come from the wasteland either. She got to the Reckoning and when She and Mason were the last ones standing, she offered herself to him. He accepted.”
Or something like that. Dez didn’t care. She assumed that you were probably taken from some wasteland village. Forced to marry Mason. She would liberate you. Then the Reckoning began.
During her fight, Odessa noticed that you had been staring at her quite fondly. Your fox-like eyes would narrow at her with an attractive smile. She likes the way your plump lips would curve at the sight of her winning. It was short-lived. Mason had tossed you to the side and was ready to fight to maintain his power.
From a safe distance, you watch your miserable husband lose. Falling to the ground as he squirmed and whimpered. You couldn’t help but smile more.
But now that everything is over…what about you?
Odessa went to you once the citizens began to clear out. You didn’t look like you were from here at all. You stood out so easily. She was surprised to see that you weren’t upset about the whole event. This meant that you were forced to be here, right?
You hadn’t said a word yet. You gave her another smile. Your smile was so pretty. Your fox-like eyes were closed but your eyelashes were very present. Long and full.
Odessa rested her shotgun on the back part of her shoulder with her axe in her other hand. “You, uh, don’t gotta stay here, ya know.” The bigger woman avoided eye contact. The crown on her head felt more and more present as she looked at you. This was…awkward.
“Why would I need to leave?”
“‘Cause, you don’t gotta be here. I’m the Queen now. He doesn't control you.” She elaborated, still refusing to make any sort of acknowledgment towards you. This made you smirk and you snaked your way closer to her. “…but what if I want you?”
Odessa perked up, finally looking at you in the face. Your beauty made her highly uncomfortable. What was she supposed to say to you?
“What?” Was all she could bring herself to say. This made you giggle. “Come with me.” You replied, grabbing her arm and tugging her in your direction. Odessa took one last look around. Almost everyone was basically gone from the event. She was supposed to go drink and celebrate her win at this time, but you gave her such a sense of mystery.
She chose you.
“Alright, fine.”
You led her to some part of Junkertown that no one else was allowed to be. She’s never seen it before. It was assumed that this is where the leader of the town would stay. It almost looked like a high-end part of town but every single building belonged to just her…and you. The two of you had been walking for a long time in silence before you finally said something.
“So, what’s your name?” You asked politely. You noticed that she was walking with you now in contrast to you pulling her to follow. She was definitely an Amazon of a woman. She was an entire two feet taller than you…but she didn’t scare you.
“Dez,” Odessa answered dryly. “Hm.” You half-smiled, not exactly believing her. “That’s a nickname. I asked for your name.” You uttered firmly, giving off an energy that wasn’t as soft as Dez believed you to be. She knitted her eyebrows together at you. “Aye! My name is whatever I say it is. I’m your Queen. I can have you thrown out like your lil boyfriend too!” She snapped. You could tell she was trying a little too hard.
“If you ask me, you should’ve killed him.” Your voice was still firm but it was sweet and generally nice to listen to.
Odessa would be lying if she said she hadn’t been caught off guard by this. Kill Mason Howl? What was your deal? Sure, he threw her family out. She had been plotting to take him down for years…but she wanted him to be alive to suffer for what he had done.
“Kill ‘em? Why?” The bigger woman looked down at you. You were nonchalantly unlocking the door of some kind of room. It almost looked like a hotel suite. “Because…” You muttered. “…those who are unworthy are unfit to live.”
Ugh. Eerie.
“The best thing about being Queen is the executions! But let’s not focus on him anymore. He’s in the wasteland.” You pulled her inside with you. “This is where you’ll be sleeping.” You told her. She looked around before shrugging. “Ain’t bad.”
“I’m glad you think so. I’ll run your bath.” You smiled kindly before disappearing into a nearby room. Odessa sat on the nearby couch. It’s not something she had ever seen in the wasteland or Junkertown. The stuff in this room was clearly made and shipped from outside of the town. “A bath? For what? I’m supposed to be at the bar celebratin’, ya know-?!” She yelled at you but there was no response. You emerged from the bathroom.
You were…
…naked?
“We are celebrating.” You replied seductively, finally making your way over to her. Your body was small but your breasts were perky with a heavy bottom. It was similar to an hourglass figure. You straddled her lap and were beginning to initiate before she stopped you. “What? Do you prefer the company of men?” You tilted your head in a cute way. Dez was as red as a tomato. There’s no way this was happening but she surely wasn’t turning you away.
“No.”
“Then what is it…?” You learned close to the Queen’s ear, whispering just close enough where she could feel your breath on her ear. You ground your exposed cunt on her leg. “You don’t gotta do this.” Dez gave you a worried look but still instinctively held you by your waist.
“Silly girl.” You laughed. “I was never Mason’s hostage.” You lowered your head and placed wet kisses on the inside of her neck. “Then why are you here?” She moved her head out of the way for the kisses and enjoyed them fully without even realizing it.
“It’s because I want to be Queen.” You narrowed your eyes and stopped grinding. You made a mess on her pant leg but Dez didn’t mind at all. “You do this with Mason too?” She frowned. You smiled deviously. “Every night.”
“So, it true you gave yourself up?”
You grabbed her free hand, guiding her to your thigh. She rubbed it tenderly with her thumb for a brief moment. You moved your hands up your body to your breast. Her thumb then brushed over your nipple and made you bite your lip just a bit. The faces you made were so pretty. Her hand then rested on your cheek, which you nuzzled into. “Gave myself up?” You said in a tone of disbelief. “That’s a matter of perspective. I believe I spared him.”
“So why not kill ‘im yourself and be the Queen? How do I know you won’t try to kill me?”
“Shh.” You placed a finger over your lips. “Does it look like I’m trying to kill you? Relax.” You rubbed your hands over her abs, going as far as to slip them under her shirt. She was a woman who didn’t wear much of a bra, so it was easy to access the best part.
Odessa exhaled loudly through her mouth at your touch. Her hands got lower and lower from your waist to your ass. Her big hands squeezed it firmly before jiggling it perfectly. Your nipples hardened and your pussy continued to make juices that wet the better part of her pants. Maybe this would be better than a night of drinking!
Dez couldn’t remember the last time she was with someone that wasn’t a whore paid to be there. She was surprised that anyone wanted to lay with her for free. Were you doing this because she was Queen now?
“Aye.” She called you but you didn’t respond. You moved the kissing from her neck to her face. The only thing she could do was turn red and hold you close. She wanted so badly to kiss your lips. “Why are you doing this…?”
“Don’t ruin the moment.” You whispered before finally pressing your lips to hers. “You ask too many questions.”
Dez finally relaxed, kissing you back and allowing herself to fall deep into your web of pleasure. Her hands on your body were more gentle than any man's would be. It made you feel different.
You’ve always heard the saying that it’s only girls that know what girls want. Perhaps, it was true. You pulled away from her. Her eyes were closed and her lips were still puckered and waiting for more. “Come bathe with me.” You whispered as you got up from her lap. You went into the other room but as you went through the door, you beckoned Odessa seductively.
You had completely disappeared before she finally got up and followed you. When she arrived, you were already in the tub. The water was soapy and had become too cloudy. She couldn’t see your naked body. “Join me.” You beckoned the bigger woman again.
“I ain’t gettin’ in no water.” Dez snapped once she realized the possibilities. You could drown her if you wanted, right? She’s been around enough to understand all the ways she could die.
“Aw.” You playfully pouted, making her lose eye contact. “Then maybe you can wash me.” You shifted inside of the water, causing her to see more of you. The suds covered your body so well. It made her want you again.
‘Fuck it.’ She thought to herself.
And before you knew it, Odessa had undressed and got in with you. You smirked at the situation. You loved having control.
Dez eyed you carefully as you grabbed the cleaning tools and shifted toward her. She let you wash her body, getting all the dirt and grime from being around. It felt nice to have a proper bath. Done by a pretty young lady, no less. She was beginning to really feel like the Queen she’s always seen herself as.
She found herself pawing at your breasts and lower abdomen. Your skin was soft and supple. Your nipples were hard and yearning to be sucked. “Wanting more so soon?” You questioned, giving her a small smile. Dez’s face didn’t change. She shamelessly stared at your assets.
“Just say the words.” You cooed as you gently cleaned her skin with the soft washcloth. Dez furrowed her eyebrows and bit at her lip before finally blurting it out.
“Alright. C’mere.” She barked, pulling you to her by your waste. You released the cloth into the water and held onto her for support. You felt her other hand slip between your legs. Her breath hitched at the feeling of your clean-shaven lips against her fingertips. Without warning, she shoved her fingers inside, causing you to moan loudly.
“Y-You like that, don’t cha?” Her voice was awkward. The statement sounded better in her head. Was she trying to talk dirty? You smiled seductively and humored her. “Yes, I do~”
“Make me cum, my Queen.” You leaned close to her ear. Your head sat in the crook of her neck as she fucked you with her long digits. “You’re so tight.” The woman commented. “Like a virgin.”
You giggled. “Oh yeah? Would you like to be my first then?”
Odessa’s eyes widened. She stopped for a brief moment and eyed you. “You a virgin?” This made you laugh even more. “No. Tightness being associated with virginity is a common misconception.” You told her. “Real women will always be tight.”
You didn’t want to hear anything else from her. You closed the distance and kissed her again. You had already succeeded in leaving your mark on her. Now she would never let you go. She pulled away from you and reattached her lips to your erect nipples. Her tongue did wonders for you, making you finish much sooner than you expected. She hasn’t even done oral for you yet.
“You please me.” You patted her head, almost like a dog. A person like her saw this as affectionate. To anyone else? Who knows.
You looked so beautiful with a euphoric expression from creaming like that. It made her wonder something, though. She didn’t exactly feel special once she processed the situation. “Aye.” She barked at you. “Yes?” You answered sweetly, rubbing her cheek with your thumb. “You’d do this if someone else won too, right?”
“If I said yes, would that be bad?” You tilted your head in a cute way. She wanted to be upset but she couldn’t. You were just too pretty. “I dunno.” She muttered.
You narrowed your eyes at her but your smile didn’t fade. You grabbed her face by her jaw, making her look at you. “You have power and I want to be the Queen. I killed for this crown.” You hissed. This was so unexpected from your gentle nature. “Lose a Reckoning and you’ll never see me again.”
You expected Odessa to be upset or even afraid of your actions…but she wasn’t. She smirked at you before giving you a hardy laugh.
I have just discovered that I ship HoneyMelsa / ElsaMaron so hard. Frozen 2 is an incredible movie and no one can tell me different. Also amazing fic for my newfound ship on AO3 by Buttons15 (or spookyscaryskeletons, idk how that all works). It is called Cryptid and it is so good and so well written. *swoon*
notes: a drabble i made since i have writer's block with everything else I'm writing. if you want long-form content with Aatrox and this version of the reader, shoot me a request.
Aatrox can not accept death.
Aatrox had met you after he killed an entire village, leaving nothing but blood and carnage. It was nothing special. One village in a million. It’s that the pure agony of pain and loss he inflicted is what summoned you. A pretty demoness. Black swirling horns, gorgeous smooth skin, and sharp pink nails. It seemed almost like you had been waiting for him when he found you perched on a rock in the middle of a nearby spring. Black butterflies attracted themselves to you, coming out of what seemed like nowhere.
You piqued the Darkin’s interest with your mysterious nature, but not in the way that you would think. He wasn’t enticed by your beauty at all and only saw you as another flesh bag to kill.
Aatrox was extremely big when he approached you, big in size from all the people he had just killed. He towered over you like a giant yet you showed no fear.
Good.
“Aatrox.”
The Darkin froze upon your voice invading his ears while in the middle of lowering his blade on top of your head. You examined him, getting the reaction you had been hoping for.
You blinked slowly, battering your eyelashes as you let a black butterfly land on your finger. It gave you kisses before flying away but making sure to stay clear of the Darkin it found so disgusting.
“Even you can not escape death.” You smiled softly at him. This earned a growl from him. He narrowed his glowing eyes at you. “I can not die.”
And with that, Aatrox inflicted on you what he had done to everyone else. Pain and agony. He killed you.
But he killed you over and over and over.
You only kept regenerating as if nothing happened. Your blood spilled, coating the rock and filling the spring. The clear water turned a sickly rose red. All before your skin and bone would repair themselves. The butterflies had flown away and were long gone away from the violence. Aatrox couldn’t understand why someone so small and fragile looking wouldn’t die but he didn’t stop. He kept killing you again and again until he was exhausted.
“–Death.”
Again.
“–comes.
Again.
“–for.”
Again.
“–all.”
Suddenly, it hit him. He realized why you wouldn’t die to his blade over anyone else’s. You were the incarnation of extermination of all life. The acts he committed in physical form. You were Lady Death and you had your sights set on him. It was too much for him to accept. When he realized he couldn’t kill you, he left you. No matter how many times he tore you into bloody pieces.
And you followed him.
You followed Aatrox everywhere he went. You were aware of his current immortality but seasons change and the world will end at some point. It would no longer sustain Aatrox. He had no choice but to leave you be but your mere presence, your existence angered him greatly! He wanted nothing more than to kill you in any and every way. And in Every way.
It wasn’t too bad. Aatrox was just exaggerating because of his violent nature. Despite being Death Incarnate, there was a very gentle nature to you. Death was patient; if it weren’t Aatrox’s time to die, you would just wait for him. He stopped resisting but he still didn’t accept you.
He would carry on, killing anyone who crossed his path and prove to you that you were wasting your time. It’s just that nothing deterred you from leaving Aatrox alone. He couldn’t truly die, right?
“Why are you here?” Aatrox would finally ask after wandering around for…who knows how long? The situation began to weigh him down at first.
You gave him a soft look. Blinking at him slowly before planting yourself upon his shoulder. He would carry you sometimes. Sometimes, it was the only way you could feel close to him.
“Death has been around since the universe was created. You are unable to accept me because, despite your immortal body, you were once a mortal. You can not comprehend death. Death isn’t the end of life. It is the end of sentience and of anything that exists in my universe.”
Aatrox has heard this many times from you. So much that he almost has it memorized. He would always respond with violence but your undying body made it impossible to put an end to it. Aatrox brought Death everywhere he went and now it was out to get him.
Because of his actions, you would always send off the people he killed. They would pass on and you would feed on their energy. For a while, Aatrox stopped killing of his own volition to really see how you did things. He became burned out, shrinking down from his monstrous high to a measly 7 feet. He was still much taller than you.
You seemed to show an attraction towards men who would be dying soon in War. It was hard to understand but it made him feel upset whenever you did this. He would never communicate his jealousy but Aatrox was a very jealous Darkin. He had mentally claimed you as his own because of your obsession with him.
An obsession that became almost mutual. You thought that Aatrox would be a nice addition to your collection of souls. That is why you had been watching him so closely, waiting for the right moment. Even if it meant waiting until the end of time…but he had grown fond of you…as if it were…love.
He would prematurely kill any man that spoke to you or who would speak to you. He already made things hard since he was unable to blend in with humans.
It was like a sad love story. No matter how lost Aatrox’s mind was in the determination to conquer, he still had the consciousness. The ability to develop a connection with someone.
At no point did he say that he loved you. You never uttered those words either. Regardless, you still felt like lovers even if it weren’t intended.
The goal of Aatrox was to end the world, or himself. You were a beautiful reminder of that.
