Merlin IS Magic. Surely This Makes Him More Than A Little Different?

Merlin IS Magic. Surely this makes him more than a little different?

I have this Headcannon that because of all his various powers, Merlin is physically quite different to what is usually expected in medical science and Gaius is completely fascinated by absolutely hates it.

I’m talking things like one day he comes stumbling into their chambers with an arrow clean through the left side of his chest, wheezing but somehow Not Dead. It’s because like his dragon kin, Merlin’s heart is on the right side of his body. Gaius swears off everything Merlin related there and then. (He lasts about 30 minutes).

Or how under the concealment charm tied to his neckerchief, Merlin’s eyes are naturaly a blazing gold all the time, fuelled by the magic in his veins. Surprisingly, they also allow him to see quite well in the dark. ‘Like a cat’ Gaius remarks when he finds out about it.

His teeth are a little too pointy? Or at least his canines are. It’s Merlin’s most obvious ‘Medical Mystery’ trait but fortunately nothing that can’t be explained away easily enough. It does however add another point to the creature side of ‘Human vs Magical Being’ tally Gaius has been keeping in his head. For scientific purposes. Of course.

Merlin’s speed and agility are much greater than it has any right to be, even if you take into account the amount of physical labour he does for Arthur; The boy practically flys over the ground. Unfortunately the knights don’t realise this until they bet all their money he couldn’t beat Gwaine in a race.

He can talk to animals too! Mind-speak is easiest but his other method has Gaius tearing out the little hair he has left because his ward Should Not Be Able To Do That. To talk to animals, Merlin simply replicates THEIR language: be that neighing, breying or barking. Laws of Vocal Chords be damned, Merlin can do it.

To top it all off, the Knights aren’t wrong when they banter with Merlin about how little he weighs. Gaius is just glad it shields the boy from anyone thinking too hard about the definitely unnatural fact HE could even lift Merlin with one hand if he so pleased. They’re not sure if it’s an Emrys thing, a hollow-boned dragon thing or if there’s some pixie blood mixed in there but Merlin is secretly quite pleased when his creeping footsteps make much less sound than anyone else’s.

Gaius dreads the day he has to treat Merlin for an illness which isn’t immediately obvious because Dear Albion it could be ANYTHING.

BONUS: for anyone with magic, Merlin can be spotted from a mile away because he literally LEAKS it. Again, Gaius says this is Not Normal and no magic should be coming out of him if he’s not actively wanting it too but the druids spot his unique trait a mile away and it puts other magic users at ease when they’re around him. It’s like a giant warm blanket.

Patroclus and Achille’s story is so heart wrenchingly summed up in this poem that even if you don’t like poetry if you enjoyed song of the Achilles I’m begging you to read it because it’s actually beautiful.

There just has to be a happier story for us my love - Tash J Curry

There has to be another life,

another us, somewhere.

A story in which we were happy,

after everything.

One where you’re not dying in my arms.

And I can’t save you.

There has to be one,

just that One.

Where we live.

Where, we find peace knowing that,

the war is over.

It’s done.

And we don’t have to fight anymore.

One

where

we can live.

There has to be a universe

where this isn’t the only ending,

we get. 

That they’re other stories, 

for us, out there. 

Because we can’t be...

this can’t be...

We’re not this Almost which was never enough for us,

for this story.

There has to be another.

This can’t be the only end.

We don’t Deserve this my love.

I hope we’re there in and amongst other stories,

Happy Ones,

because we lived

through too many tragedies

history won’t let us forget.

And I can’t lose you again.

I won’t.

We Deserve to be happy, my love.

Will Solace Headcannon

I’m an absolute sucker for outside POV and while I’m not complaining most of them are centred around Percy in school or out in NYC etc when there’s a fantastic opportunity for one Will Solace to show off his own talents.

Give me Will Solace in his first year of medical school inexplicably having wayyyy too much experience with surgeries, emergencies medicine and really serious wounds etc.

This Texas kid who has just shown up out of seemingly nowhere does not bat an eye when people come in with the most gruesome injuries the senior doctors have ever seen. While the rest of the juniors are being ushered out before they throw up or feint Will’s just standing there like normal Tuesday, how can I help :)

He quickly gets nicknamed ‘golden boy’ by peers and mentors alike for 2 reasons. The first is Will is just really freaking easy to find. There’s not a whole lot of honey blond, over 6 foot, tanned, muscled and southern residents wondering around the hospital who can look that good in scrubs.

The second is he is just genuinely the best they have ever seen. Will’s stitches are immaculate, his manner with patients soothes them instantly and he’s basically unflappable under pressure; He excels in emergency situations, completely comfortable in his own natural authority and the people he’s supposed to be learning from completely forget he’s technically only in his first year.

I just want to see a little outside appreciation for Will Solace, who has effectively been running his own hospital for years.

Siren!Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson cannot sing. Ask Annabeth, Grover, the seven or a member of the Apollo cabin for a more professional opinion. He’s loud, brash, certainly enthusiastic, but will have most campers covering their ears and laughing along with his completely toneless attempt at the art.

And that’s what he needs them to think.

Being the child of prophecy left Percy ridiculously overpowered, to the point people fear him and that’s important. Percy doesn’t want this. Not only is he an inherently friendly guy, he’s already on thin ice with a good majority of the gods and finding out he’s got powers they don’t know about is one step away from immediate death or forced immortality, neither a viable option. He hunches and lowers his voice, purposely throws fights and rarely even considers going all out on the use of his powers. He tones down tales of his accomplishments, never drawing attention, always blending in.

He doesn’t sing.

The first time he did it he was a child. A kid who shouldn’t be showing any demigod traits for at least another half decade. He just wanted his juicebox. And his mother gave it to him. But her eyes were clouded over with a milky blue colour and her arm swayed where she stood, holding the juice out for him to take. He was humming and he didn’t know why but she was scaring him and he stopped and so did she. Percy didn’t understand it. Sally did, and it was the first secret he ever learnt to keep.

The thing with being a siren, is it’s not how it’s shown on tv. Sure it sounds nice to those who hear it, but in the same way a poisonous insect might show itself in pretty pink. It’s dangerous, more so than charmspeak, because while Percy keeps singing he has full, unbreakable control over anyone in hearing range and it’s terrifying. He understands just why it’s so dangerous years later, when he’s first described as a weapon. If someone can control him, control his power…he’s not being boastful when he says they could control anyone, he’s being honest, and he’s sure there’s gods that would try.

He comes clean to his father after the wars, the first person he’s ever actually told, because he’s terrified. Sure it’s easy enough to pretend to sing badly every now and then, but the gods are always watching and there’s been times he’s been forced to use it or die. A kid at camp saw him once. He had to manipulate him into forgetting. It haunts him the way he just smiled and nodded and walked away, agreeing complete with Percy’s will. Surprisingly, Poseidon understands the exact threat of having this power almost immediately, all too aware of the power hungry nature of his family, what that could mean for Percy, but there’s little he can do other than offer his protection if found out. There’s no way to remove a siren voice this strong, no way to prevent it.

So Percy Jackson cannot sing. Ask Annabeth, Grover, the seven or a member of the Apollo cabin for a more professional opinion. He is loud and brash and certainly enthusiastic, but you’ll never hear his true voice, or at least won’t remember you did.

Are you really in the Alex Rider fandom if you haven’t gone through the big milestone of reading ‘the devil and the deep blue sea’ by pognosis?

Where are the stories of Remus Lupin being fucking grumpy not because of the moon or the mauraders, but because of the amount of girls who have decided silver jewellery is in this year.

My poor man is dodging girls left right and centre. It’s gotten to the point he’s seriously considering investing in one of those giant muggle hamster balls.