LINKDING

<blockquote>Exiled to the University of Graz in Austria, Mercutio writes letters home.  Mine own Tybalt, if I may still call thee so, I am in such an agony of boredom that I have resorted to study. I can hear you now, as if you were here, rumpling my blankets without regard for their order and glowering at me about duty until I must stop your mouth or smother you with a pillow.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Puck brings Oberon a Tybalt</blockquote> ➤ oh no I wasn't expecting unexpected ouch at the end

<blockquote>“I have decided: whoever once again violates the peace will die.” The Prince of Verona keeps his word.</blockquote>

➤ Five Advents for the woman who becomes Lady Capulet (mostly gen, with a hint of f/f).

<blockquote>Nurse Angelica always dreamed of a day when Julia and Tybalt would be happy, surrounded by children and with loving spouses to stand between them. Now that that day has finally come, she can no longer avoid a conversation she's long deflected. A fix-it of sorts, inspired by drcalvin's "Gallant offers ill-delivered."</blockquote>

<blockquote>Tybalt hadn't asked Benvolio to drag him into the escape pod, to a planet with too much sky, with people he's pretty sure mostly hate him.</blockquote>

<blockquote>When Giulia Cappallett is fourteen, her beloved cousin Rosalina leaves. Joined a convent, her father tells guests, but Giulia knows that's not true. She bobs her hair and shortens her skirts and keeps her ears open, determined not to be kept in the dark anymore, but she never forgets what Rosalina told her about love. A Julie-centered prequel to Soon, We'll Be Without the Moon, converging to the same point. </blockquote>

<blockquote>"It's Carthage and there hasn't even been a proper fight, only a whole lot of droning on about honor. If I wanted that I'd ask my father; at least he doesn't do it in verse." Tybalt and Mercutio meet at a very bad play. Words are said, eyelashes batted, and no one gets stabbed (that way...or the other way...yet).</blockquote>

<blockquote>Count Paris returns to Verona and finds everything tiresomely unchanged—with the exception of one intriguingly grown-up Tybalt Capulet. Pre-canon.</blockquote>

<blockquote>This is entirely Miss M's fault. We were discussing how sleazy proshot Paris in the Hungarian musical would be exactly the kind of person to keep a book ranking all his sexual partners on prowess. That one time I wrote Mercutio Does Verona. This is sort of Paris Does Verona. </blockquote>

<blockquote>Instead of going to his father's funeral mass, Tybalt picks fights with Montagues.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Paris asks his cousin Mercutio (God knows why) for romantic advice.</blockquote>

<blockquote>For Mercutio, discovering Verona is a long and idle process that demands the dismissal of any assiduous occupation.</blockquote> ➤ on the beginning of Mercutio's friendship with Romeo

<blockquote>At the ball, Rómeó asks Tybalt for a dance. He even succeeds, after a fashion.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Nurse Angelica is not young, but she also doesn't feel old enough to lay aside all pleasures of the flesh. When she makes an offer to a man she thought would be amiable to at her advances, he spurns her cruelly. Then, it knocks on her door, and she learns that there are still courteous men in fair Verona. (Courteous, perhaps, but not always well-versed in what a woman wishes. Luckily, Angelica knows her mind and is not afraid to speak it.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>For her twelfth birthday, Júlia received two gifts from her mother: a songbird and a dagger.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Moving to the Academy Campus was the also the first time Benvolio had ever left Verona, and it probably showed. He tried not to stare like the most bumbling of backwater planet hicks, but - everything was so big and bright, the buildings looked new, the sun was actually visible instead of being hidden being a curtain of orange fog, and many of the people hurrying past them didn’t even look humanoid. </blockquote>

<blockquote>In Prohibition New York, Tebaldo Cappallett struggles with his feelings—for his cousin Julie, who's bobbed her hair and is suddenly far too grown-up, and for a boy he met a long time ago and tried to forget. This time, nobody dies. But it's close.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Julia and Romeo and Tybalt have been feeling their way cautiously around something new and strange since Tybalt came to Mantua; what finally sparks the tinder none of them could have expected. (Set in an assumed fix-it universe in which nobody dies, Tybalt fled Verona and has been trying to mend his relationship with Julia, and Romeo and Tybalt are already sleeping together but Julia and Tybalt are talking around the elephant in the room. One of these days I'll actually properly write a whole fix-it, I swear.)</blockquote> ➤ YES GOOD

<blockquote>Benvolio is playing spin the bottle. Tybalt is not. (They're in underground dystopian Verona, because why not.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>A meeting at a ball on biopunk dystopia Verona.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Five paths Lady Capulet never took, in short form.</blockquote>

<blockquote>h/t drcalvin for suggesting a scenario where Tybalt and Romeo meet at the funeral of one or both of their fathers. I hope this stands alone as a self-contained beginning, although it could easily be the beginning of a divergence AU where (I hope) nobody dies.</blockquote>

<blockquote>privatesnarker asked: Also if Banishment of Unfairness happens or simply for crossover crackyness' sake: Dilló/Róza (I have no idea how that would work but I think I ship it O.o'')</blockquote> ➤ what a great crossover ship

<blockquote>"Some weeks after they – himself, Romeo, Julia, and Tybalt – fled the city and came to this pretty little place, Mercutio discovered that he could climb from his bedroom window and onto the roof."</blockquote>

<blockquote>"Orange blossoms for a bride," the girl said in accented French, offering Cosette a handful of fragrant white flowers. She wore white, a funny old-fashioned dress like she was going to a costume party—although it was not yet noon—and her hair tumbled over her shoulders in loose brown curls. Before she could give her thanks, Marius called to her from across the square; when she turned back, the Italian girl was gone, as if she had never been there at all.</blockquote> ➤ the quoted text is the entirety of the fic (it's a three-sentence-fic prompt result) but aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh so good

<blockquote>Five times Mercutio denied his feelings and one time he didn't.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"Dare," Tybalt says, because it’s been years since he’s trusted himself to lie convincingly, not to Julia, and years since he didn’t have to.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Okay, madame-madeleine, deeply questionable historicity ahoy and let’s not even talk about Roman names or my total lack of knowledge of this (vague but definitely Republican BC) period of Roman history. Also let us not question why Tybalt let himself get dragged to a questionably historical bacchanal in the first place. Um. Also this turned into a fic about Tybalt having a seizure, so…content warning for epilepsy, and as always I tried to be a bit vague about the exact nature of his illness, since canon is so stage-y to start with. ALSO IT’S SUPER DEPRESSING, SORRY. Rómeó és Júlia, Tybalt & Mercutio, T/PG.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Everyone knows that the Prince’s older nephew and heir never leaves the palace, has not been seen for a score of years. Some say he is sickly, some whisper he is mad, and at last all eyes turn appraisingly on his brother. If Escalus is to die childless, will he be a good ruler? Mercutio seems spirited enough, and able-bodied, to be sure. But wise? Just? Far-seeing?</blockquote> ➤ yaaaay! everyone lives (except Valentine) in this dystopian-future au