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wildlittlefoxsworld · 4 years

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Hey! I saw you were thirsty for Andy requests and I was wondering if you could do one were reader is possible Merrick’s sibling and they are there when Merrick meets with Copley and they don’t want Merrick hurting people so they head out to try and help the gang? I hope that makes sense and reader falls in love with Andy?

Rescue Mission | The Old Guard | Andy x Fem!Merrick!Reader

A/N: I liked to write this, and at the end there's a little Andy x reader bonding ;)

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You were the COO of your brothers pharmacy company and worked for him since you graduated from college. Your brother and you had never a good relationship, but you were still family and you took the job to make him a favor. He wanted the best person and you were the best.

You were sitting in the car on the way back from the conference with your brother and Dr. Meta Kozak. But a man named James Copley, a former CIA agent, accompanied you and showed Steven a video that catched his interest.

Steven gave the tablet to Dr. Kozak and you watched it with her. “Is that real?” you asked shocked and your eyes widened.

“Yes, as real as all of us,” Copley responded seriously.

“Get them all. I want them,” Steven demanded and Copled nodded sharply.

“What do you want with them? What does this mean?” you interrupted him angirly.

“They're immortal, sister. And I want to discover their secret, well, Dr. Kozak will and with the knowlegde we could save thousands of life. You will make sure everything runs smoothly and we make profit as soon as possible.”

You gulped when he observed you strictly and you nodded in understanding.

“That will change the world, sister,” Steven added pleased and winked at you.

Suddenly you felt very nauseous and rolled the car window down to get fresh air.

You couldn't believe that your brother wanted to experiment with humans. Innocent humans that would suffer, because of Steven's greed for profit and power in the pharmacy industry.

You didn't agree with his plans and you needed something to do.

“When will they arrive?” you tried to sound professional and looked at Steven and Copley.

“If everything works like planned we will have them here tomorrow.”

“Perfect,” you confirmed and watched the video a second time. You wouldn't let your brother and his team hurt them.

The next morning they brought two men with chained hands in front of their bodies in the private suite that you shared with your brother.

“Welcome gentlemen,” Steven exclaimed and started to explain the men why they were here. The arabic man banged Steven's head with his and Steven attacked him with a paper knife afterwards.

“Steven! Are you insane?” you yelled, but no one paid intention to you, because all watched the man healing and Dr. Kozak mumbled something about the noble price. You shook your head in disbelief and you heard your brother said that he won't ask for any permission. After the events of the last few minutes you realized that there wasn't any moral or compassion inside of your brother or Dr. Kozak.

After the men were numbed and carried in the laboratory, you took deep breaths to calm your racing pulse.

“Sister, watch your tone. I was very patient with you, one more and you're no longer part of this project or company anymore.”

“You're a monster, Steven. Watch out that someone won't stab you with a paper knife some day,” you snapped at him and your voice was filled with disgust and hate.

Steven blinked a few times and looked stunned.

“If you excuse me, I need to work,” you spoke firmly and walked out before he could respond.

You found only the two men strapped down with their torso bare in the laboratory.

Dr. Kozak was no where to see and you approached the sleeping men carefully. You admitted that they were very handsome, despite they were covered in blood. Well, you didn't really have a plan how you could help them, but first they needed to be awake.

“Can you hear me?” you asked quietly and touched the shoulder of the arabic man with the beard.

“Come on, wake up,” you said louder, but he stayed unconscious.

“Don't touch him,” a voice behind you mumbled and you flinched. You glanced at the other man and smiled a little.

“Alright, you're awake, listen to me. I know you see in me enemy and all, but we have no time for this and need to be quick before anyone gets a clue what is going on. I'm sure you're advanced in fighting, because there are many guards outside and if you're capable of disarming them, then you could find a way out of here. I will make your straps off now,” you explained your plan and the man watched you suspicious. Well, of course, he was confused, but you didn't wait for an answer and reached for the straps.

In the next moment the door of the lab was pushed open with a bang and you stopped in your tracks.

“Miss Merrick, I instruct you to step away from the test subjects and put your hands behind your head,” the aimed guard shouted.

You needed to handle fast and unstrapped the man, but you couldn't turn around to his friend, because pain exploded in your back when a bullet hit you there.

Your breath hitched and you broke down on the floor. You were sure the bullet injured your ribs and your lungs, because every try to breath hurt and it felt like you couldn't fill your lungs with air. There was preasure in your chest and your sight got blurry.

You heard Dr. Kozak yelling something, but then everything went dark.

You felt something pulling you out of your unconsciousness and you heard muffled voices. You couldn't remember what happened, but you knew that your body hurt so much when you breathed and you braced yourself for the pain when you inhaled the much needed air. But there wasn't any pain and you took a few more breaths.

You realized you laid on your back and there was a thin white linen over your face, you panicked and pulled the fabric down with your hands. In the process you sat up and looked at five persons that starred shocked at you.

“What the fuck happened?” you cursed and your head spunned for a second.

“You were shot and then you died, we saw it,” one of the persons told you and you recognized him as the man you freed from the straps.

“Am I still dead? No, I'm not, because you can't die and… well, I lose the thread,” you responded and you climbed off the table you had laid on. You looked down on your body, there was a lot of blood and you only wore your skirt and a black bra.

“Why am I almost naked?” you asked dumfounded.

“The doctor tried to save your life, but she failed,” the man explained further.

There were three men and two women. One of the men was blonde and pulled off his leather-jacket to give it to you. “Thank you,” you said relieved and put it on, it was too big, but at least you were covered.

“Seems we got another one,” the arabic man deadpanned and you quirked an eyebrow.

“Welcome to the team,” the brunette woman acknowledged and handed you a gun. “You can handle a this thing?”

“Well, my daddy loved guns and we spend many days on the shooting stand. At least I never miss my target.”

“Well, these are humans…,” the italien man started to explain, but you snorted and loaded the gun.

“I like hunting, and this… it's familiar.” You nodded certainly to show you were determined to fight.

“Let's go,” the brunette woman ordered and you followed them outside the laboratory.

“Y/N,” your brother whispered confused and shocked. “You are alive?”

“Surprise.”

The way to the suite was sustained and you shot so many men you had lost counting. Now your brother pointed a gun on Andy, the brunette woman, and hold an axe in his other hand.

“That's interesting. I should tell you that I odered to shoot you if you wouldn't obey. Well, doesn't matter, I'll shoot her and at least I got one victory out of this…”

You laughed short. “I live, but you'll die today and you won't come back, so you could never hurt anyone of us again.”

“Hey, Nile,” Andy muttered. “You think he speaks russian?”

Then everything went very fast and Nile jumped out of the broken window with your brother. You looked down on the street. “Rest in hell, asshole.”

Andy gave you a side glance and a slight smile.

“You're a very tough and brave. You're a good shooter and on your fighting skills we will work,” she praised you and you felt flattered. A little blush was spreading on your cheeks and you smiled back. You had to admit you felt attracted to her.

A few days later you were with your friends and sort of family somewhere in a unknown cottage in the woods.

You learned that Andy was mortal now and Nicky and Joe were absolute most adorable couple you ever met. The blonde man named Booker was exiled, because he betrayed the group when he helped Copley to kidnap his family members, so your brother could experiment on them.

And you were the new immortal ‘baby’ in the group, well, Nile and you.

“Are you alright?” Andy asked you when she found you sitting in the garden.

“I'm okay. Most of my questions are answered and I need to get used to the thought that I will live for a very long time. It's a bit scary,” you replied and shrugged sighing.

“It will get better.”

“I hope.”

“Can I ask you something?” Andy sounded suddenly nervous and you watched her worriedly.

“Of course,” you encouraged her.

“I know I'm mortal now and I don't have the best expectations for the future… but I would like getting to know you better. Is there any chance you want that too?”

“I don't care if you're mortal or not. I like you anyway and yes, I would like to know you better,” you answered smiling and took her hand in yours.

She smiled back and sat down on the bench beside you.

“I think I'm a little rosted to court someone. But what would you like to do?” Andy suggested.

“We can sit here and telling each other something about our lifes and we see what we both like to do.”

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ceryanie · 5 years

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So... This is a head-canon? Or maybe it's true (?) Anyway, it’s a little analysis. Part 1 - From Long Time Ago, surged a Legend... Another Legend, no “that one” (?)

So, I’ve seen “The Tale Of Lance and The Dragon” (again) and I thought some ideas related to the Princess Malocoti. I wanted to think about a more developed story about her, give her more personality and, you know, be constructing some concepts I’d like to see form her if there was a “Sequel” (which is never going to be, but I guess dreaming is free : P ). I would have liked it if it was possible to bring some comic characters and give them more story and structure, take advantage of them instead of including characters whitout relevance.

The arc of the princess is not complex and is even underveloped, so I have this thought that can probably match yours.

I know her participation in the comics was also in a time when the show was not in the level it was lately, but is because of that I wanted to give her a little bit more complexity. I had to admit it, I love what could’ve been done with her with an opportunity; the idea is not 100% original, but I guess it would’ve been interesting adding more to the plot wist of the classical fairy tale.

I’m completely conscious of, apart of the character being exclusive to the comics, being minor and part of just a simple idea of a very popular Fairy Tale in space and the writers didn’t have any plan to bring her back or do something more with her anyway. Take it like just that, just an idea of how interesting would’ve been if her character had more to say, however, you can criticize it, add something or even create your headcanons or make better ones based on this.

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In this understanding of Headcanon, the Princess Malocoti actually had an innate ability to tansform herself into a giant Dragon, however, we can think it would be devoid of logical sense or objective on the part of the Sorceress, to waste energy in turning someone into a very dangerous creature that could easily kill her, apart from the fact that the she could’ve used anyone. Why the princess exactly, and not anyone else? If she wanted her position, why not just kill her or her family, since she’s just a princess and she doesn't have a high rank like her parents could have? It could’ve been pretty easy! (and also a good idea if she only wanted to make her suffer). The girl had magic anyway (?)

To aswer these questions, I decided to think of a hypothesis.

As we know, she was under the spell, but it only consisted in the princess being unable to attack her, and unable to let anyone know who she was. She could’ve been able to attack her, gone away for help or even confront her if the spell consisted in the transformation; however, instead, she couldn’t do anything, and that makes me think that, instead of the spell being part of the Dragon transformation per se, it reinforces her ability to do so. Malocoti was manipulated through the spell that forced her powers and capacities to be inmune to the Sorceress, not only that, but also was forced to maintain her Dragon form for a lot of time. Many people has come to attack, pretending to save her and failed, so, it could’ve been years of people trying to kill her.

I thought about this because of how Malocoti describes her situation.

Only was established that she couldn't attack or tell anyone who she was, implying she just was controlled psychically (and magically) and her Dragon form might not have had something to do with the spell more than “make it appear perforce”, but how important her powers were to the Sorceress. So, there’s a reason of why, among many people on her planet, she was chosen.

Not all information of this kind are 100% factible, but this kind of interpretation also helps to get an idea of what could’ve been her development or other concepts, also, how is the information being understood by the audience/readers of the comic.

Which would take me to the next point (and from this you can criticize or correct me, as well as all this post too).

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The Sorceress didn't need the princess, but the powers she has inside.

“The Curse of The Fire Beast” was (and still is) a very common and old Black Legend in several areas of Planet Krell, one that usually terrorizes the inhabitants due to the real events that occured in its historical past.

Every 13,000 years, the curse falls on a nascent individual anywhere in the planet, from any race or specie (or even more), being destined to turn into beasts. They used to be known as destroyers, responsibles of several destruction of villages, consuming foods, housing or even people. These beasts, along with the Abdomination, were and are ones of the most feared monsters in Krell, and pilars of the ruins due to the sufficent destruction and extensive damage they’re able to create.

Over the years, The Guardian of Krell not only protected the Krellians from the Abomination, but also other evil creatures that used to attack the village, however, the Fire Beasts didn’t have an end. Years of finding aswers, being Krell a planet that lacked of technology (or at least, an advanced one), drastic desitions had to be made. In order to keep persevering the peace on the planet, and help to rest of the years of peace being productive, the holders of the curse needed to be sacrificed before being able to transform or develop hints of some more dangerous supernatural powers outside their knowlegde.

The years of devastation shared by these beasts and the Abomination produced prejudices in the residents. Any person who shows similar signs to those who where sacrificed, and the ones trying to defending them, are considered “demons”, people mentally controled by the Fire Beasts, as the Krellians thought the Legend said. It has been years of different understandings about this story and the true naturality and powers, but most, if not all of them, believed their existence.

The frequency of the Abomination was bigger than the Beast Curse; the confidence in the Guardian remained, while the Black Legend, of course of a big concern for the Krellians, became a minor priority, but with big consecuences if oversights existed.

2. People in the Planet Krell, have from 4 to 6 names, including their two last names, while in the royalty, is common for the members to have around 6 to 8 names, including 3 last names: The best predecessor in the royal family through generations, which goes first, along with the father and mother’s. This has been stablished this way in order to honor the predecessor’s throne and the entire family. Because of this, logically, the predecessor’s last name can be changed depending on how good or relevant their actions and decisions have been in their reign, but some sucessors have the posibility to have one or two names of the bests predecessors after one of the last names of a new predecessor is chosen. Krellians can easily be recognized by one first and a last name by others, but legally talking, their full names have already been structured. Due to the existence of various races on the planet, this also applies to the native inhabitants of every race where royalty possesses authority. Onomastic structure may apply differently to immigrants, however, having a structure based on their home country or native heritage.

3. Races (or species) similar to The Princess Malocoti and The Sorceress, are known as Quztesser. Part of the name is based on the greek word for “four” (Téssera), because they have four ears, while the blue insect Krellians, tend to be known by their race or species as Pterylouhzni, base on the name “Pterygota”, related with a subclass of insects that includes the winged insects (Not so original, right?).

4. Like humans, proper names are based on different elements, villages, trees and plants, kinds of flowers, historical elements and characters, even sacred places or things in the kingdom which remained for generations or became symbols. Last names are mostly based on the Krellian nature and sacred villages than anything else.

5. The Princess Malocoti is the only one in the royal family whose third last name is mentioned. The rest of the family is mentioned by their first names and Predecessor last name. If this is used in a royalty member, it means disrespect, apathy, disgust or something going wrong with a member, like the feeling of not deserving the throne or the government of the kingdom by the subjects. Her third last name is also used by foreigners outside the planet when don’t understand her name, and even with that, her last name “Malocoti” seems to be confusing and difficult to pronounce.The princess full name consists in five names, not counting the three last names that the family share. Some of her siblings can have less than five, but more than two. She mostly says her full name when presenting herself to high authorities or in moments when a lot of diplomacy is needed.

Even her first name was for some reason unknown by some of the subjects, mostly calling her “Princess”. Her last name being different from the rest of her family, however, seems suspicious to them; her being known as Malocoti, has damaged her reputation. A considered part of them already knows why her Predecessor last name wasn’t mentioned, in order to not dishonor or curse the family, due to the same reason, Malocoti stoped being a respectful royal last name. The princess was more feared than hated before being kidnapped because of some rumors about her curse, but nobody discovered she was the Fire Beast all those years, it was only known she was in trouble with the sourceress, specially for the orders given by the King Heignöh Ubsgenzko.

The Princess came back to her home castle disguised as someone different to avoid suspicions, since it wasn’t common for her to be around, walking through the villages. She was very careful not to make them suspect, undertook long trips, and had in mind to even steal and have more money to get back home, which thought more than twice before. People who met through those days were able to steal and give her something, she couldn’t think about report them for that crime; noticed how they lived and how much of a solution was for them because of the situation they were in, which slowly made her think about how to improve the sistem and discussed with them, as if it were a way to pass the time. They were happy to hear and talk with her without insecurities, even thinking how intelligent, practical and possible were her ideas, just to end coming into their realities and say “Too bad none of that even happens”. They were kind with her, as nobody never was before, except for the Voltron Paladins, the ones who saved her, but in the other hand, she started feeling uncomfortable once she heard the reproaches and murmurs about the royal family. She tried to act normal, however, their opinions and the rumors holding a supposed curse made her stay silent for a while. She was thoughtful.

She came back after several days, with the help of the people she found. She was hold by the guards when she entered to her home castle. Her mother and older sister, who is going to hold the reign and the future of the Krellians, were worried and the staff in the castle were noticed of her coming. Everything ended in a serious discussion with her father; he never wanted her wife and the rest of his offsprings to approach her. Asked her a lot of questions, thinking her daughter was just a rebel who only wanted go out and in when she wanted, he probably wouldn’t mind if she wasn’t born in the royalty; she had to act as such. Assosiated her situation to only her fault for not doing anything, since she already was “cursed” and “powerful enough”. At the same time, she was a coward, inmature who didn’t even think about attaking or a plan, waiting for the army and the knights to save her. Comparations to her sister existed, even comparisons to other actions that predecessors did before that should have followed. Not only in actions or decisions, but even in personality and preferences. She tried to answer back and make him understand, but his words ended up hurting her and shot up.

Well, this is not a story exactly, this is a headcanon when I wanted to explore her concepts, give her her own story for the start. This is the first part, so the next can be larger depending of how many ideas or concepts I have or create. Of course, if you have something to say about this, you’re free and welcome, I accept opinions and suggestions. I have some things in mind, so I guess this is not the last part of this headcanon you’re going to see from me. If you feel you can do a better Headcanon, you’re welcome! In fact, I’d be glad to read it. You can create your own ideas if you want.

Also, let me, please, apologize for the spelling errors I made. I’m gonna be checking this to “fix” them.

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meadowlarkjourneys · 7 years

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change of location(s)

I got a backpack for Christmas. A really beautiful, 65-liter, dark blue backpack. Now it’s standing on my bedroom floor, impatiently waiting for me to hoist it on my shoulders and embark on my next adventure.

I say adventure, but really it’s just become life. Moving, travelling, up-rooting till the roots split. So I decided to keep on going, make the best of it now I’m on the course of becoming a permanent nomad anyway.

On the 31st of January I boarded a bus from Copenhagen; on the 1st of February I set foot in Oslo, where I lived for three months. Symbolic, isn’t it?

Now, before you start asking a whole lot of ‘why’s’, let me just tell you: I don’t know. I really don’t. It just kind of happened. A friend of a friend looking for a renter on the omnipresent facebook, and then... I took it. Simple as that. Impulsive, illogical, incredible. The irresistability of doing the same exact things in a completely different place.

And now, in the September of change when teenagers across the globe move into bunkbedded college rooms, I, too, will make my way to the Scottish stone-city of Edinburgh for a 4-year relationship with kilts and folk-tunes.

I’ve spent a lot of time recently thinking about the living abroad addiction. What with spontaneously moving to Oslo and now going to university abroad, I’m beginning to think I really can’t help it. But I’m also wondering why I deep down feel some guilt for it, a need to constantly explain myself.

I talked it over with a couple of friends who’ve lived abroad as well, and we became aware of the idea of settling down all around us. Society tells us from day one that we need to create a stable family life, have a home, a sense belonging - in the physical sense. This idea is everywhere: the movie with the two people finally ending up together in that big, white house, living happily ever after; the book with the young person that finally found a group where they belonged. We are supposed to move towards some end or goal. I’m not living up to this; I’m not finding one place to stay forever. But I’m also beginning to believe less and less in this idea of a final destination. It seems unsustainable. Humans change too much, places change too much. I doubt I’ll become a living statue the day I turn fifty or finish my college degree.

However, as ties to my friends begin to look more like an earth-sized spiderweb than a city bus plan, I wonder about the impact my travelling has on the people I love. Moving to India and the US, I didn’t feel this - I was having an adventure, not missing the friend or daughter who left. But now, missing my friends who travel or just live incredibly far away, I see the other side of the story. The impact it has on friendships and family-ties when people leave that trusty 30-minute bike-ride radius in your life.

Realizing this, I wondered whether that meant that I should stop moving for my friends and family. Whether that would be the most respectful and loving thing I could do for the people I care about. Afterall, is a socially constructed roadmap for life really so bad? If it means that I can be near my loved ones and they me?

Although the prospect of never having to rely on shaky internet and bad skype connections to maintain my friendships was pretty great, there are two problems I can’t ignore. For one, it’s too late; I’m in waist-high with my friends already scattered across the globe like a handfull of fruitloops on the kitchen floor. (A slight imbalance in favor of the US, I admit - thanks, Davies.) This being my starting point, where would I settle down? A home equi-distant to all my friends would land me somewhere in the Atlantic, which, frankly, would do noone any good. My other, less geographical, issue is the unreasonability with which social norms dictate our choices. Why should I have to give up on something I truly love - experiencing new cultures - because it is the norm to stay in place, while other people get to enjoy what they love since it happened to be socially acceptable? I realize sporadically leaving people for years at a time is more taxing than having to move a dinner due to a sports turnament, but I do think the basic argument applies. I had to go through years of dancing ballet as a ‘girl child should,’ and (apart from not wishing to force ballet on my worst enemy) I’m not going to buy into anymore expected rituals, be they geographical, social or otherwise imposed upon me unwillingly.

I’m not done thinking about, muling over, being frustrated about or understanding this. I don’t think I will be as long as I have the friends and family that I love and think about everyday. But for now, I’ve decided a part of being my friend or family is understanding that I’m not necessarily within that bike-friendly radius. I accept that there are certain things they would not change about themselves to comply to ideals, and hope they accept that I will not change this. At least not right now.

Maybe I’ll change my mind in two years or in twenty. But as a friend of mine said ‘I’m very much into living the age I am - however much I’ll think back to this moment and laugh later.’ And so, I will live my life as me, age 20, ready to take on uni and whatever life brings when those digits change. But know that I do this with knowlegde of the sacrifice my friends and family make and inexplicable gratitude for them always being there regardless of internet accesibility.

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