#tymeo

[fistfuloflightning]

“I am Fortune’s fool!” he yells, a raw scream as hands grab at him. He’s not crying, not mourning, not here. The body of Tybalt stares lifeless at him, death hiding behind dull blue irises. He’s pulled back, and Romeo struggles, desperate to return to his side.

from the short fic Whispers of death (please never stop talking)

[salmon2245]

And another one

[aki-draws-things]

BTHB MASTERLIST~

Stranded / Lost: Tybalt & The Cat

Please don't leave me: Tyris

Knife to the throat: Tyvolio

Near-death experience: 

Hiding an injury: Tybalt & The Cat 

Panic attack: Tyvolio

Homesickness: Tymeo

Never got to say goodbye: Tyris

Attacked in their sleep: Tyvolio

Fainting: Dybalt

Stabbing: Tycutio

Wound that would not heal: 

Nightmares: Benvolio & The Cat

Human shield: Tycutio

More expendable than you: WRITING IN PROGRESS [Tybalt/Vittorio] (I swear it’s coming around too...)

Touch starved: Tycutio

Impaled chest: Tycutio

Dying in their arms: Tycutio

Trail of blood: Tyris

Lifted by the neck: Tycutio

Sensory overload: Tymeo

Slowly running out of air: Tycutio (+Dybalt)

Cradling someone in their arms: Tyris

Accidentaly hurt by friend: Tymeo

Poison / Venom: Tyris 

[aki-draws-things]

I’m gonna give you ❤️💗🖤 for Montacrew OT3 too cause I wanna know your thoughts here :) Also Rombalt if you like :)

I'll never write them unless it's a certain ot4 with tybbles in there. But it's going to be fun (?!)

❤️- Romantic headcanon - montacrew

It's all romeo's fault, or at least that's the official thing they say around. Because Romeo is constantly in search of love and doesn't make big differences.

He absolutely love benvolio, cousin or not. And mercutio... It's impossible not to love him, right? Everyone would say so.

They had doubts at first, not sure of they would actually make it work or not. With only one little problem. They're already making it work, with them being so affectionate with each other in a way that friends are not. It only took them a little longer to realize that and going like "fuck. We're a couple. With three people? How do we call it? Nevermind. We're together." "since when?" "eh... A while, according to half of Verona?"

Since then Mercutio gets even more affectionate at kissing them.

💗- Fluffy headcanon - montacrew

(Are you sure you want fluff from me?) they spend days in mercutio's room or at the palace garden, simply sitting on the grass and talking of nothing, piled on each other, hand combing the hair closest to them and just being cute.

(that's probably when benvolio first says he loves them both. Because it's not that he didn't before, he's just a bit more quieter on that.)

🖤- Angsty headcanon - montacrew

(oooh! Now we talk!) at the end, after mercutio is dead, and Romeo killed himself, and benvolio called him, in despair, a very huge selfish bastard (who went and married a girl, a Capulet! Without telling them, and after claiming to live them, and then not being able to justify or explain why he did it.), benvolio is left alone. Utterly alone. In front of two graves, white marble like his face as he watches them, with blue flowers laid upon them, like the coat he's wearing. And he's alone, while his lovers, both of them, both the boys he loved more than anything in the world, are dead.

And maybe thinks to join them for a moment. He thinks he has every right to be selfish if only to be with them again. Because Romeo was right when saying that life without love was not life at all, he was so right.

(maybe being selfish for once in his now not life wouldn't be so bad?)

Oooh, boys ❤️(mostly based on toho)

❤️- Romantic headcanon - rombalt

Romeo, being the huge romantic soul he is, tries to actually woo him, because he finds him really pretty, and soft, behind the whole dangerous and sharp exterior. And he kind of succeed while climbing the outside wall to tybalt's room, thinking he's being so sneaky and silent and basically invisible and failing to see tybalt looking at his effort and being both confused, amused and at the same time thinking the boy is kinda cute, despite being a Montague. When romeo finally gets up he realize tybalt had been staring at him the whole way up. (and sees him smile and laugh. And almost tumbles off.)

It still takes him a while to convince tybaltthat he really means what he's saying.

💗- Fluffy headcanon - rombalt

Romeo has the cutest, fluffiest habit when he loves someone, and it always revolves around hair. Since tybalt has long hair that's even better. He starts being distracted and ends up being entirely focused on the strangest braid that will take tybalt something like one hour to get rid of it before sleep. Tybalt on the other hand just waits patently for him to finish, used to the times little juliet used him as training to learn how to make braids.

🖤- Angsty headcanon - rombalt

The duels somehow still happens, maybe in a different way, maybe tybalt doesn't kill mercutio, or just wounds him when mercutio tries to defend Romeo. (the whole relationship had been kept a secret. Being a Montague and a Capulet they had to be careful.)

Romeo, stabs him, almost by accident, in a messy confrontation with mercutio in the middle and benvolio trying to get them apart.

When he notices it, oh... He's utterly destroyed. Because mercutio is alive, barely scratched, and tybalt has the most scared look ever, and touches his cheek before falling back and capulets all surrounding him.

Romeo thought of telling both Ben and cutio about them, early that day, hoping they would understand, instead fate was against them since the beginning.

(and the last thing Romeo hears from tybalt is just his name. While others think that's his way to tell them who actually killed him, Romeo finds the sounds soft, and caring and scared, because it's not just the last thing he hears, but also the last word tybalt says. And it's his name.)

@alleyskywalker

[aki-draws-things]

"people around Verona says you're quite a lady-killer." romeo opened the mouth quickly, and just as quickly he closed it, confused.

"do... Do they? I swear, I never hurt anyone, let alone kil--" he froze when tybalt's eyes widened and burst out laughing.

"oh, how wrong they are then... - he laughed, head thrown back. - it's... It's not literally. The other meaning..." romeo blushed suddenly and tried to hide lowering his gaze, ashamed.

"ah! Oh, yes, of course not literally... Sorry, you're right... I was distracted. By you. By how beautiful you are. I-- I really like.. Uuuuh... I like your hair."

"my hair?" how could he, tybalt thought, go from smooth to a completely mess in the span of one sentence?

***

Romeo is a bit of an idiot sometimes...

But we love him like that too, right?

[aki-draws-things]

Hello~~ It's me~~ How are you doing? Anyway, this time I came for "I wish you would write a fic where..." 😂 Maybe Tymeo where it's Tybalt's turn to climb the balcony? Have a nice day!

Ok, so... As anticipated, I used a little au born a while ago while writing another prompt. Little 4 yo romeo called tybalt a child of the sun, because his hair were so much golden blonde that reminded him of the sun. One thing leads to another and here comes a new au...

I'm doing good, thanks ♥️

(also, @vicapuleti this au was born while talking to you so... Here it is... Though this time is not Meo climbing...)

***

Strange as it was, tybalt loved the night. He would spend hours with his nose to the sky, watching the stars dancing around the moon. - no one believed him when he said they were actually dancing, what could he expect? They were human after all. - it was only natural he loved the night so much, in a way, he grew up in the shadows, his light, shining, golden, blinding light kept hidden like he was some kind of freak. The night hid him. - but he could light it if so was his desire. -

His mother, all those years ago, when she still was alive, called him a son of the sun. Up until later he didn't realize how literal she meant. Not until his eyes shone gold and his whole body glowed like a oil lamp. He burned too. Scorching hot, like fire. It was-- strangely right.

But one thing he had learned with time, love was not for the one like him. He could not touch those he loved without leaving burns on their fair skins, without hurting them. - his mother had burns on her, he remembered, but she never complained. She stroke them gently as if she could still fell the warmth. She loved them. -

Once he almost did it. He almost touched someone, but then fear prevailed and he retreated the hand just as fast. He had always been careful, until then. Always.

That morning his fingers just brushed against romeo's hand. Not even a proper touch but was enough for him to yelp in pain and hold the hand to the chest, a red mark already appearing. He just wanted to feel it once, tybalt thought, he just wanted to feel that thing when you touch the one you love and feel home. And instead he hurt him.

That's how he ended up climbing the outside wall first, the inside one a moment later and then scanning all the windows in search of romeo's one.

"do you know the story of icarus, my son?" Tybalt couldn't see him nod, he pushed himself against the wall and waited.

"he flew too close to the sun and his wings melted. You must be careful. The sun is unforgiven." for a moment tybalt thought of leaving. His heart sank in the chest at lady Montague's words.

"but I love him. - Romeo said, and maybe it was enough for him to stay and wait a little longer. - everyone says icarus was just curious, but... I believe he fell in love, with the sun. He wanted to feel its warmth and was not afraid, not even as his wings melted and he fell. Not even if his body would cover in burns and scars. I -- I wouldn't have been afraid. I'm not afraid."

Tybalt covered his mouth with both hands suppressing a little sob. Of course Romeo would say something like that, of course he would claim he wasn't afraid, that was so much like a Romeo thing to say. The scared one, in fact, was him. He was terrified, especially now.

"you'll get burnt. And you'll fall just like icarus. I, as a mother, as your mother, can't allow that." and with that she was off leaving her son on the empry balcony.

Carefully fixing the black gloves that covered his hands entirely tybalt stepped away from the shadow of the wall and slowly climbed up.

"what are you doing?" he was halfway through when Romeo noticed him. - a bit hard right now not to, since the hood had fallen from his head and his hair seemed to glow in the night. Tybalt looked up.

"what does it look like?"

"you're going to break your neck if you fall. Or some guards may see you... It's like-- like having a lamp climbing the wall... They'll see you." Tybalt scoffed and kept climbing until he reached him, until he pushed himself up and inside the balcony.

"it's not like I can turn it off and on as I please, I'm sorry. And--" he looked down, uncertain, before taking Romeo's hand tentatively. He didn't step away, instead he smiled. And smiled more when tybalt brought it to his lips. "I'm sorry. I... I shouldn't touch you."

"but you're doing it. Now. And it doesn't burn." and yet, they both felt it, it wasn't the same. Tybalt could feel little with such thick gloves on and somehow Romeo missed the warmth of his skin, despite it burning him.

He lifted a hand, gently caressing his cheek, skin to skin. Every part of tybalt seemed on fire even in the chill wind of the night, he tried to move away before he could hurt Romeo again. And again. And aga--

Romeo's lips crashed on his and he moaned softly.

"I'd fall a thousand times. I'd let a thousand burns scorch me, I care not. - his lips were red, a little trail of blood trailing down to his chin and tybalt watched him in horror. - for you I can take all of it."

He remembered his mother, her fair skin covered in burn marks, her hands gently stroking them, she loved them, she was not afraid of the warmth that caused them, not even when she died.

Romeo smiled, his fingertips tracing unafraid the curve of his nose and lips.

"the world knows the story of how Icarus fell from flying too close to the sun. Now let's teach them why he flew there."

He kissed him again and, for some reason to him still unknown, tybalt dared to kiss him back.

[aki-draws-things]

Sometimes, in a different universe, the balcony romeo always climbs by mistake os, in fact, the right one.

But as in most universes their story is a tragedy, no matter how hard you try.

@vicapuleti little au of the climbing saga... After all, there are much stranger ships around... 😂

@freshprinceofverone the ship rises... (and they kinda fall, though...). Probably the only one suspecting something is mercutio... Ben is completely oblivious...

***

"what--!" Tybalt looked down in disbelief, of all the absurd thighs that could happen that night this one was the least likely he could think of. And yet it was exactly what was happening. Romeo looked smug, and really, really proud of himself, to the point one would think he had gone mad. "oh my God... Romeo..." Tybalt lowered the voice looking around worried and then back down at the boy climbing the wall like a monkey.

"good evening, dear Capulet."

"you're crazy. You're completely crazy. Good evening my ass." romeo smiled brightly and tybalt fell himself melting at the sight. How could a Montague make him feel like that?

"I can greet that too, if you wish."

"I'm tempted to push you down, Meo." just to be on the safe side, with a little jump, romeo went past the railing standing face to face with tybalt.

For a moment neither of them spoke, they stared at each other in silence - and maybe in awe too. Just a bit. -

"jokes aside, I wanted to see you." romeo's voice was low, more serious now, even sweeter.

"you did it this afternoon."

"in a fight!" and a bit outraged too. "I almost wanted to strangle benvolio when the blade..." he caressed his cheek, there was a little cut that didn't even hurt anymore but Romeo was so gentle that tybalt found himself leaning in the touch.

"we're enemies..."

"I should be faster. Stronger. Stop those fights before they happens. Keep you safe."

"I'm your enemy."

"you're much more. And I'll find a way to make it right." he corrected him before taking tybalt's face in his hands and kissing him, gently pushing him back against the wall. "I'll make them right."

***

"is that your way to make things right?" benvolio seemed surprised at tybalt's question, his gaze shifted from the Capulet and his cousin. "go and marry juliet?"

"I had a plan..." romeo actually sounded broken as he tried to defend himself, but tybalt wasn't listening, he didn't want to.

"wow! Brilliant plan, Montague. I... Oh, God... I should have guessed. I've been a fool, and that's only on me. But you played it well. - Romeo tried to step in but with merely a gesture tybalt shut him. - I almost believed it... I did believe it." he admitted and more than anything else that broke romeo's heart, more than the stinging of the knife against his arm, more than the warm wetness he felt on his own hands.

- but no, not more than seeing tybalt stagger back, eyes wide in horror and fear. Not more than seeing him collapse on the ground with romeo's knife in his stomach.

"I did believe you." he said. "it was real." romeo wanted to tell him. But didn't. -

[aki-draws-things]

@badthingshappenbingo

Prompt: sensory overload

Fandom: Romeo et juliette

Ship: romeo/tybalt

A bit short but fine nevertheless. I mostly used how I feel when I'm stuck in a very loud party with too much noise and people, I know it's not the same for everyone. (also, before touching someone, ask permission. And tell what you're going to do, someone who's already overwhelmed does not take contact well)

***

The music was unspeakably loud, the people yelling to talk to one another over the music, other dancing in groups at the center of the ballroom. Everything was filled with noises. And yet all tybalt could hear at this point was a deafening ringing.

The first instinct was to run and hide somewhere, but it was the prince's palace, he couldn't just do as it pleased him. - maybe... Maybe if he asked kindly to mercutio... Maybe he would let him go somewhere quiet. Maybe... - his thoughts slowly, but not slowly enough, fell in a loop of maybe, and he gasped taking a step back, and another, and another, until he hit the wall and could see most of the room swirling crazily before his eyes.

A soft, shaky sob escaped his lips as he tried to push himself further behind. He failed to notice the figure approaching him until it put a hand on his shoulder.

Instinctively he took a knife from the nearby table and held it between himself and his mysterious opponent.

"woah! It's me! Tybalt, it's Romeo... Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." the boy took a step back, hands up in surrender. Tybalt blinked a couple of times trying to focus only on the boy in front of him.

"'Meo?" he asked tentatively, the hand holding the knife trembling and when he loosened the grip the weapon fell on the floor. And yet romeo's figure was still blending in everything around him.

"yes... What's wrong tybalt? Are you sick? Wounded? A bit too drunk?" he asked holding a hand out, much slower this time, approaching him like a dangerous animal, waiting for him to lean closer. Tybalt just shook his head, he felt stuck, paralyzed on the spot. He wanted to move, to go somewhere else, somewhere safe. - romeo's arms looked safe enough too, but they were too far from him. Too far. Too far. Too fa-- -

"I'm going to touch your shoulder, ok? Just nod if it's fine." he said in a quiet, sweet voice. Tybalt felt his head nodding slightly. He gasped at the sudden weight, eyes wide looking up at Romeo, it was strange. No, worse, unsettling, tybalt never looked this scared, though maybe scared wasn't even the right explanation.

"I -- - Romeo grabbed him when the Capulet leaned over him, face hidden against his shoulder, his breath shaky. - I'm going to lead you out, in the garden. One step at time, ok? Come on."

It took them much more than expected, but slowly the noise lessened, the world slowed its spinning and Romeo's presence became the only thing tybalt could focus on. His strong arms keeping him up, the warmth of his skin, that flowery smell, - the gardens... Maybe that was the garbdes and not Romeo - his steady breathing. He leaned on him, almost tripping over his feet a few steps before a bench, his face was wet, and cold in the night wind.

"there... Would you tell me, now, what's wrong with you, dear Tybalt?"

He shook his head looking at the boy knealing in front of him, hands pressed against tybalt's knees.

"don't i deserve it?" he wondered again, somehow managing not to sound hurt at that. With still shaky hands tybalt reached out and cupped his cheeks.

"safe... - he breathed out. - thank you." it wasn't much, and for sure it wasn't an explanation, but it was a start. Romeo smiled and covered the hands with his putting their forehead together.

"anytime, angel."

"I'm not--"

Romeo laughed softly.

"dressed like this? All in white? Love, if you're not an angel than all those painters had a very distorted vision of heaven."