WOE! TYVOLIO ONESHOT BE UPON YE!
Tybalt wasn’t someone who stared. He prided himself on that, on being satisfied by brief
glances across the room and a million words spoken in silence.
Somehow, that pride never extended to Benvolio Montague. When Tybalt opened his door and
saw the blonde standing there, he knew he was royally fucked.
“What are you doing here?” Tybalt kept his voice rough. After all of this time, Benvolio still had
the audacity to come to his doorstep?
“Is Juliet here? I have a letter for her.” The piece of paper Benvolio was anxiously clutching in
his hands indicated the truth of this. Damn it, Juliet. Going after his ex, of all people? Really?
“...it’s not from me.” Benvolio quickly clarified, wincing at the glare Tybalt had been unknowingly
giving him. Romeo. Of course. Neither of them needed to say it. Tybalt forced his gaze away
from those stupidly enchanting hazel eyes, stepping aside to let the other man in.
“Fine. Juliet’s out, so you can just leave it on the—” Tybalt paused. Benvolio was already
standing there, putting the letter where Juliet’s mail went. Oh.
“..You still remember.” Tybalt’s throat went dry. Of course Benvolio did, of course he–God, why
couldn’t Benvolio just be forgettable? Why did he seem to haunt every corner of Tybalt’s mind
like a ghost he couldn’t see but rather feel, from the phantom of his touch when the breeze
passed to his dog’s fur on every piece of fabric Tybalt owned? Why couldn’t Tybalt escape him?
“Of course I do.” Benvolio shrugged. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“You..You’re supposed to be…” You’re supposed to be the enemy. So why can’t I hate you?
“What, do you want to talk about it now?” Benvolio’s eyes met Tybalt’s, a fire igniting in them.
Still beautiful, still dangerous.
“No.” Benvolio had already moved, taking a slow step forward. And another. And another.
“What? What are you trying to do–”
“Look at me.” Tybalt’s eyes snapped to Benvolio’s, his hands shaking. “Look at me, and tell me I
meant nothing. Tell me you don’t feel anything. I’ll leave when I believe it. Tybalt’s air froze solid,
falling to the bottom of his lungs like weights.
“We were nothing, Benvolio. You know that. We were just–”
“Just what? Just what, Tybalt? Don’t give me that. A fall wedding, don’t you remember? I
couldn’t stand the heat. You hated the cliche.” Benvolio’s eyes tore through Tybalt’s skin like
paper, cutting him open, dissecting him.
“That doesn’t mean I cared-”
“We were going to have lilies everywhere. White lilies. My favorite flowers.”
“Casual doesn’t mean we planned our wedding. Casual doesn’t mean I wanted to move in with
you. Casual doesn’t mean you said that I was your only exception. Tell me that was a lie, Tybalt.
Tell me you didn’t feel something, anything, for me. Go on. Say it.”
Tybalt froze. The garden. The 2 dogs. The house with the white fence and the blue door. The
library dates. The future they were planning. Casual. Casual, dammit.
“That was the past. You should know by now I didn’t mean it.”
“Didn’t you?” Benvolio stared, his eyes intense in a way that Tybalt had only seen once or twice.
Benvolio burned. Tybalt melted.
“It wasn’t casual.” The words seemed to physically manifest in the air, hovering between them
before flickering and dying out, crumbling to the floor between their feet.
“..That’s all I needed to hear.” Benvolio turned to leave. No. Not now. Not when Benvolio had
dragged Tybalt by the hair into the truth he denied himself. Tybalt caught his arm.
“Stay.” Not a command. A plea. Benvolio turned around, like all tragic heroes did in the end.
“Why should I?” Because I need you. Because you melt me. Because it will always be you.
Because it hurts. Don’t leave me like this.
“I love you. Is that enough of a reason, jackass?”
“Did ‘I love you’ make you stay?” Benvolio wasn’t leaving. They both knew that. Benvolio sat
down on the couch. Tybalt couldn’t help but stare. Remembering himself, he let him go, moving
to join him.
“Why does that matter?” Tybalt couldn’t find it in him to pretend anymore. Benvolio always
seemed to have his way of gutting people, and showing them their own hearts just to prove they
had one.
“I don’t see any reason to stay now. It’s over, right? Isn’t that what you told me?”
“Or do you want to pretend that didn’t happen, either? I don’t have plans, I’ll argue with you all
day-”
“Benvolio.” Tybalt repeated, moving just close enough to breach Benvolio’s personal space, just
enough to make him nervous. He reached out to grab Benvolio’s jaw on impulse, not to make
him look but to make him listen. “Did you even hear me? I. Love. You.”
The realization seemed to hit Benvolio all at once. “You wh–Then what was the point of all of
that? Why did you break up with me, why did you make me–” Tybalt kissed him hard, his hand
dropping from Benvolio’s jaw to brace himself up on the couch. It felt right, it felt natural, like
every single fragment of the universe’s secrets had fallen delicately into place in their laps.
“Oh,” Benvolio breathed. “You meant it this time.” Tybalt scoffed.
“I’ve always meant it. I’m just not going to choose this feud over you. Not again.” Benvolio took a
breath in, like he had somehow forgotten how to do it in their time apart.
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