@merthurweek2024 Day Seven: Magic Reveal + Cannon era
The first few days Merlin was nowhere to be found, Arthur was very calm. Relatively.
After all, this just happened from time to time. Alright, perhaps he stalked around the castle screaming for his manservant, but that was just because his clothing needed washing, his bedsheets needed changing, his armor needed polishing, and the lazy idiot was not there to do his job AGAIN.
After the first week, however, he started to worry in earnest. Especially because he had confirmed Merlin was not, in fact, in the tavern but on a mission for Gaius. It shouldnāt have been dangerous, though.
The second week was when the search parties started. They scoured the forest around Camelot with Arthur at the lead as he tried to remain calm and kingly. Something awful had happened to Merlin. He knew it. And Arthur needed to find him, and find him now!
By the third week, he was in full-blown panic, not even trying to remain calm. Merlin was gone. His Merlin. He could be dead somewhereā¦ Perhaps they would never find him. Perhaps they were too late! Arthur led the search with greater fervor. He was desperate.
He finally found him while he was out searching with Lancelot and Gwaine. Arthur spotted him through the thick foliage. He was fairly sure he had never been happier and more relieved in his life. Which was a bit extreme to feel for a servant, but Arthur did not care! This was Merlin.
As Merlin stepped out into clearer view, Arthur's heart tightened at his condition. Merlinās clothing was torn, there was dry blood staining it, and he was covered in dirt. But! He was walking on his own, despite a limp. He was not on the edge of death like Arthur had feared. Merlin was alive. Beautifully and wonderfully alive.Ā
Arthur rushed forward without thinking, going to hug his dirty manservant. āMerlin! I thought weād lost you!āĀ I thought Iād lost you,Ā he added internally.
Merlin stepped backward out of Arthurās reach. The whites of his eyes showed in his sudden panic and fear.Ā
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Drew a little something for @larluce 's first fic. It's really good!
It's a story about Merlin going back in time, kidnapping Arthur and letting him grow up in Ealdor. My illustration shows the first time young Arthur meets old Merlin.
AU where Simon is deaft, but can speak and read lips, but prefers not to speak so people wont make fun of his voice. Bram, who doesn't know sign language but still manages to have small chats with simon, has had a crush on him for a while now and decides to learn sign language in order to ask him out. He's surprise when Simon asks him out first, overcoming his fears, using his voice.
Listen to My Heart - Spierfeld Fic
When people first meet Simon, they are often surprised to find out he wasnāt born deaf. It shocks them that he lost his hearing at age ten, and that often garners sympathy.Ā
Simon never knew how to respond to those people. He knew he wasnāt any less deaf than a person who was born without hearing, however, he also remembers what it was like to hear.
Simon would often wake up some mornings, believing he was slowly forgetting what certain noises would sound like. His family membersā voices had faded away over the years, and Simon would make-up what their voices sounded like in his head. He often tried to cling to songs he used to hear as a kid, never wanting their melodies to be lost. Heād hum to himself when he was alone, relying on the vibrations to keep the memory of those tunes alive.
Simon knew he could still speak, but it had been ages since heād actually engaged in a conversation with someone that wasnāt in sign language. It was just easier. He dreaded the idea of speaking to another person and being unable to judge what his own voice sounded like. It had always been too much pressure, and that was the last thing Simon needed.
Having very recently come out publicly, Simon knew it gave another reason for people to treat him like an oddity, and Simon wanted to keep a low radar. People would always talk, and Simon was partially grateful he didnāt have to hear their crap.
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Simon felt a heavy pat on his shoulder and knew it was Nick.
āHey,ā Nick signed. āCan I copy your math homework?ā
Simon shook his head no, but Nick was already opening Simonās bag and digging through it for the assignment.
Simon finally felt his friend stop shuffling around, and tapped Nick in order to ask him where Leah and Abby were.
āOh,ā Nick stopped to think for a moment, and then continued to sign, āThey said to meet them in the art room. Need approval for the mid-term projectā
As they headed to meet Leah and Abby, Simon passed Nickās teammates Bram and Garrett in the hallway. Garrett was speaking too fast for Simon to read his lips, but he noticed Bram give him a smile and a small wave. Simonās heart skipped a beat before shyly waving back.
Bram was something special. Besides Leah, Abby and Nick, Bram was the only person Simon felt like talking too. Even though their conversations had only occurred via e-mail, Bram quickly found a space in Simonās heart over and beyond someone he had a massive crush on.
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Garrett clapped his hands in front of Bramās to snap him out of his daze.
āDude. Are you listening?ā Garrett asked, halting his commentary on weird Instagram ads he encountered recently.
āI am, I amā¦ā Bram said, his mind clearly adrift. It had been quite a week for him.
Sunday morning heād found out that the boy heād been crushing on for over two years was gay. Sunday evening, Bram started learning how to sign his name. It had only been a few days, but Bram was determined.
At the expense of his homework, Bram had learned a few key conversational pieces and one specific phrase. Bram figured heād give himself one more day to ask Simon out. Simon publicly coming out via his Tumblr was probably the bravest thing Bram had ever seen, and Bram realized it was probably time that he pluck up some courage as well.
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āHey,ā Leah signed while speaking when Nick and Simon walked into the room. Abby waved hello, and spoke slowly so that Simon could read her lips.Ā
Unlike Nick and Leah, who had begun to learn sign language soon after Simon lost his hearing, Abby was only a few months into an ASL crash course. She couldnāt keep up with their signing, so all their conversations were a mix of hand signals and lip-reading for Simon.
He didnāt mind too much, Abby was wonderful, and she was trying. That was all that mattered to Simon.
After covering their bases regarding the quality of the art project, Simon sat at a nearby desk, browsing his phone for the next few minutes. They all had half an hour before their next class, and Simon wanted to look through the comments and likes on his coming-out post once again.
Almost all of them were positive, Nora and Leah had taken on the few trolls, personally reporting those accounts. One comment, in particular, caught his eye, the user: bluegreen118 had commented a single blue heart emoji, as well as liked his post. Simon knew that was Bram, and an unexplained warmth spread throughout him every time he looked at that heart.
When Simon glanced up from his phone, he saw that Nick, Abby and Leah were all engaged in a conversation that didnāt involve him. He quickly managed to read two words on Leahās lips: āBram Greenfeldā.
He snapped his fingers to get their attention. āWait!ā He signed. āWhat about Bram?āĀ
They all seemed a little confused, and Simon realized he had just used the sign he had made up for Bramās name. It was a āBā with the sign for ācuteā.
āWhat about B-R-A-M?ā Simon repeated.Ā
He signed Bramās name too fast for Abby to pick up on, but Nick clarified it for her and answered Simon.
āNothing,ā Nick brushed off quickly.
āIt is not nothing,ā Leah replied, signing excitedly. āB-R-A-M likes you, Si!ā
Simon felt his face getting red, and an uncontrollable smile appeared on his face.
āSee,ā Abby signed hesitantly, āI knew Si likedā¦ā
Abby paused, slowly spelling out Bramās name. Simon knew the ASL alphabet was difficult to pick up on, especially if someone wasnāt using it on a daily basis.
āDid B-R-A-M tell you?ā Simon asked in a rush.
āNo. G-A-R-E-T did,ā Nick said, skipping over the unnecessary repetitive letters in Garrettās name. āHe was talking about how Bram had been distracted. By you.ā
Simon could not believe it. All this time, Bram had actually been Cute Gay Bram Greenfeld instead of Cute Ally Bram Greenfeld.
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Today was the day. It had been five days since heād decided to tell Simon how he felt, and Bram knew he couldnāt delay it any longer. He was walking towards back towards his car to get his phone, having nervously forgotten it.Ā
Bram kept practicing signing, looking at his hands to make sure they werenāt shaky. He learned that bobbing your hands while signing was annoying for deaf individuals. And he didnāt want to mess this up, Simon deserved the best. And though Bram knew he was far from it, he wasnāt going to give up the chance to try.
A hand tapped his slightly on his shoulder, and Bram looked back, almost jumping back in surprise.
Simon Spier was right in front of him, and Bram supposed the universe was telling him to hurry up before he lost the nerve.
Before he could even sign āhelloā he heard something that shook him to his core.
āHey,ā Simon said so softly it was barely above a whisper. āIā¦wantedā¦I wanted toā¦ā
As he spoke, Bram saw Simonās hands involuntarily signing something, and it could have been his brain going haywire but Bram was sure he recognized those signals. Only because heād spent the week learning them.
āI wanted to ask you on a date,ā Simon blurted out in a rush, breathing in shakily as if he couldnāt believe he had just done that.
Bram felt breathless, and it was only the hopeful look in Simonās eyes that snapped him back into reality and he quickly signed āYes. Good, date is good.ā
His signing was far from perfect, but Simon didnāt seem to mind, which put Bram at ease. Simon wanted to go out on a date with him, and at that moment, Bram figured that they understood each other perfectly.
