An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Fandom: Merlin, Cadbury!Verse
Rating: Teen
Characters: Merlin Emrys, Gavin Noble, Arthur King, Bennie Ryan, Gwen Smith, Morgan King
Ships: Bevin
Word Count: 816/2096
Status: WIP (3/?)
“What about Bennie, then? Who’s Bennie going to take?”
“Who says Bennie’s even going?” Bennie scoffed. “Any obligation I had to humor that man went out the door when I turned eighteen.”
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Fandom: Merlin, Cadbury!Verse
Rating: Teen
Characters: Bennie Ryan, Sam Winchester, Reynard
Ships: None
Word Count: 1289/1289
Status: WIP (1/?)
“So, who signed up for this class because they watched Monty Python or The Sword in the Stone? Come on, be honest.” A few hands went up. “How many of you signed up because you believe you have a passing knowledge of Arthurian Legend?” A few more hands. “And how many of you can recite the prophecy of the Once and Future King?”
Everyone lowered their arms. The room was silent for a few moments.
“Prophecies are notoriously dismissed by the masses and yet they still believe in fate. Destiny. Anyone who has ever had a destiny has been screwed over six ways to Sunday. Arthur Pendragon, Merlin, Morgana LeFay, Mordred, Isabene Rhian, they were all fucked by their destiny.” Bennie locked eyes with Sam Winchester. “So, let’s talk about fate, shall we?
Ryan's excessive use of the word clever. He sounds like a fucking english professor right before he fucks you over his desk.
Like imagine he'd been picking on you in class for weeks and you never understood why. He constantly called on you in class, use you as an example and was always asking to see you after class
Your work is always perfect but for some reason it's never enough for him. You confront him about it after class one day, you ask him what you can do, what is missing from your work. He doesn't deny your accusations, he actually agrees with you. Instead of answering, he comments on how you're one of the smartest students in the class, and you're bound to figure out what he needs from you.
He'd walk up towards you, and grab your chin with one of his hands, "Think about it." He'd say before leaving his classroom.
You'd feel yourself flush with the suggestiveness of his touch and that's when you realized how badly he wants you.
And you'd show up to his office after hours, in a trench coat with nothing underneath. You'd sit down in the chair opposite his own and he would just look you up and down and smirk. "Clever girl."