I like you fics so much! I have to send a Tycutio for Stabbing now. Do whatever you want with it x)
It ended up being quite sweet... And more of a montacrew + tybalt thing, than just tycutio. But I love it.
@freshprinceofverone thanks tanks thaaaanks!!!
Also, @vicapuleti there's a little part about the climbing saga... Though this time he's where he wanted to be. And it's sweet, for once... 💖
Tybalt remembered the blade slashing his skin, twisting in his side, his breathe caught in his throat and unable to go further in, the pain coming in waves. And the shock.
He remembered the shock in mercutio's eyes too, the soft whisper as he took away the blade, the sob breaking from his throat.
"no... Tybalt I--" but then everything fell in a deafening ringing. Mercutio didn't want to hurt him, he would never, wouldn't he? He loved him, he--
Tybalt fell, blood seeping through the clothes soon leaving his face ashen, more blood coming from his mouth as he tried to breath.
Mercutio staggered back, dropped the knife in shock and turned to his friends.
"it was an accident... Romeo -- romeo listen to me I--" Romeo nodded, almost dazed after what happened. They all said they had a reputation to keep up, that was why they faked all those fights in the streets. And faked was the main word. Sometimes tybalt would win, other times it was them, but never before things escalated that much.
Part of him hoped tybalt would stand and say it was just a flesh wound, nothing to worry about, everything would be fine and they will profusely apologize later that night. But he didn't.
He laid on the ground clutching painfully at his side, breath labored and slowly fading into unconsciousness, blood still streaming steadily.
"I didn't want to!" mercutio cried out, tears forming in his eyes as he watched tybalt getting surrounded by capulets, lifted and carried away in hurry, an arm falling limp at his side. Mercutio dropped on his knees, some Montagues celebrating their so called victory stopped when he raised his voice and screamed at them how stupid they all were, asked them through tears if that was the fate awaiting the new generation, a city, a world where kids, boys, harm and kill other boys. The street fell silent, save for mercutio's broken sobs.
"I'm not mad at you." mercutio sniffled loudly and the Cat sighed sitting on the bed, a hand holding tight mercutio's. "accidents happen, and tybalt lowered his guard a moment too much. It could've been anyone's blade."
"but it was mine." he chocked out, eyes never leaving the still form on the mattress, focusing on the slow rise and fall under the blankets. "you don't even know if he last the night."
"of course he will." but something felt wrong in the way the Cat spoke, he sounded uncertain despite trying not to. "come, sit by his side. I'm sure he would like it."
Gently he guided mercutio down where he was sitting a moment before and put tybalt hand in his.
His face was still ashen, lips parted as he breathed slowly, a bowl of water nearby, tinted red from cleaning the wound. Mercutio wanted to take him and hold him but he couldn't move. - and anyway, he was too scared to hurt him more. -
"I'll be back in a while, stay with him, okay?" the Cat took the bowl and walked outside before mercutio could answer, not that he needed an answer.
"I-- I'm sorry. Tybalt, love... I'm sorry. I didn't want to." he whispered taking his hand to the lips.
- the Cat dropped the bowl when reaching his room, it broke, water and blood drenching the floor and his clothes when he fell on his knees, head in his hands and cried. -
For once, or maybe for the second times, romeo knew exactly where he was climbing. He wanted to be sure things were fine, or at least not as bad as they feared, and he wanted to apologize. When he reached the balcony mercutio was whispering gently and for a moment Romeo thought he was telling some kind of story, maybe to distract himself, maybe to make tybalt feel his presence.
He was praying, he realized after a few seconds when he stepped inside with as little sound he could. He was actually praying. Mercutio. The one persone romeo knew didn't truly believe in God was praying.
But upon seeing tybalt, so pale and seemingly in a deep, uncomfortable sleep, Romeo couldn't help but think that yes, maybe prayers were all they could do now.
He put a hand on mercutio's shoulder and squeezed it lightly, words would be so stupid now, and useless. He remained a couple of minutes keeping him company before leaving, a soft whispered promise to come visit him again later. Mercutio barely acknowledged him.
The night was long, sleepless, Mercutio hated that night. And he hated the following day. And the night after, and the day.
Some color slowly returned to tybalt's face but for three long, agonizing days he remained unconscious.
"I'm sorry... I'm... Tybalt I --"
"next time, - his voice was hoarse and he barely looked at Mercutio. - it will be my blade finding its way in you. Mark my words." he smacked his hand away from him when mercutio tried to touch him.
Mercutio woke up startled. He jumped on the chair and looked around in fear. Fear that tybalt did actually hate him now. - he would deserve it, he though shivering. - a low cough caught his attention and he turned to the boy in bed.
"sorry... You looked like you were having a nightmare and I could move only that hand..." he looked down staring at tybalt. Awake. Tired, weak, still a little pale, but awake. Alive. "you look tired... But I know you hate nightmares, so..." the smack. The tybalt in the dream pushing him away was...
"only the hand?" was instead all that came out of mercutio's mouth, dread settling in.
"ah... You were sleeping on the blanket, yes. It's not like I could do much..." and with that the feeling was gone and mercutio unconsciously sighed in relief.
"im sorry... Oh tybalt I'm so sorry!!" tears ran down his cheeks before he even realized he was crying, he threw himself on tybalt, careful but still holding him as much as he could.
"it's okay... Next time - "no... No please... No no..." mercutio's mind screamed at the words. - I'll step away faster... It's not your fault I get distracted by your beauty even during a fight."
Romeo jumped on the balcony silently and stepped in the room convinced he would find mercutio still sitting on the wooden chair by the bed.
Tybalt rolled his eyes seeing him there but put a finger on his lips asking him to be quiet before gesturing to the other boy, draped around him and sleeping soundly.
"you're awake!!" he should've known better than asking Romeo to be quiet when the young Montague was the human version of an overly excited puppy and soon he found his arms too thrown around the neck.
- "stop worrying my cousin and my best friend." benvolio complained, arms crossed on his chest looking at tybalt sitting on the bed the following day. "they become annoying."
"benvolio don't be mean. You were worried too."
"no. I wasn't. Why should I worry about a Capulet?" he turn his face, a light blush on his cheeks.
"because he's not just a Capulet. - Romeo said while mercutio, holding tybalt against himself on the bed nodded. - he's our Capulet." -
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