Everybody wants to be my enemy
<b>Author: </b> <lj user="fallenmagic11">
<b>Title: Everybody wants to be my enemy</b>
<b>Rating: G</b>
<b>Pairing/s: Merthur</b>
<b>Character/s: Merlin, Arthur</b>
<b>Summary: Arthur has spent his entire time as king continuously being betrayed by those he loves. He never expected Merlin to hurt the most.</b>
<b>Warnings: None</b>
<b>Word Count: 341</b>
<b>Prompt: #519 — Enemy</b>
<b>Author's Notes:</b>
Arthur stumbled where he stood. He felt like the world had flipped upside down, leaving his stomach queasy.
“Arthur-”
Arthur shook his head violently.
“Don’t.”
“Arthur, would please just listen to me-”
“I said don’t!” Arthur squeezed his eyes shut, his fists clenching just as hard. They flew back open as he felt a hand on his shoulder, and he spun around to smack Merlin’s hand away.
Finally facing the… warlock, or whatever he was, Arthur watched the growing hurt and guilt brewing on his best friend’s face…
No, Arthur told himself, firmly. He isn’t your friend. He never was.
Arthur refocused on Merlin, who still hadn’t moved, nor lowered his hand, letting it just hover in the air. As Arthur watched, he could see the man’s eye begin to dampen. He didn’t know why, but that stroked the fury in Arthur’s heart like nothing else ever could.
Storming forward, Arthur shoved the man’s shoulders, hard, sending him back to land on his ass with a thud.
“How dare you?!” Arthur screeched, mortified as his own eyes became blurry. Arthur swallowed, pushing it down.
“You don’t get to sit there and act all guilty, like you feel bad, this was your choice!!” Arthur’s hands were waving wildly in the air, and Merlin flinched back at the king’s outburst.
“How could you…” Arthur began to pace back and forth, clutching at his hair and pulling, desperately trying to pull it out from his skull, root to tip. Any physical pain would be better than this. None of this made any sense.
“You, of all people… thought I could trust you…” Arthur was muttering to himself as he continued back and forth and back and forth, wearing the grass beneath his feet flat. “I should have known…”
Arthur stopped his pacing, arms falling like bricks to his sides, his gaze trailing back to Merlin.
“Morgana.”
Merlin winced again.
“Agravaine…even…even my own father…” Arthur could feel his limbs beginning to shake, making his voice tremble, his voice barely a whisper now. “But never you.”