Benvolio and Juliet: Pretty Butterfly
Disclaimer: Shakespeare’s copyrights.
Story: Before there was Romeo...there was one other. His name is Benvolio.
Set as an AU.
Spoilers: Nah.
Warnings:
Pairings: Benvolio/Juliet, Romeo/Juliet
Benvolio and Juliet
Chapter One: Pretty Butterfly
“Princess, are you looking for something?” a little boy asked as he sat on the fountain. The little girl opposite him, who had been wandering around curiously, looked at him in that same curiosity.
“Who are you? And I am not a princess, though I wish to be.”
“I am Benvolio of Montague. And you, fair lady?”
She giggled, “My name is Juliet of Capulet. And you, my sir, can help me.”
“Help? With what, fair Juliet?”
“I look for a butterfly. It fluttered away from me when I was just about to catch it some distance away. I only wish to admire it,” she sighed.
The young Montague nodded seriously, “Of course, fair Juliet. I shall help you find this butterfly that has caught your attention. For if your beauty has seen something, then it too must be pretty.”
She laughed lightly and looped her arm around his, pulling him forward. “Off we go, fair prince. Lead me away and to our pretty butterfly then.”
“I have caught mine already, but I shall endeavor for you to catch yours,” he declared.
She blinked confusedly at him, but dismissed his words. Her attention had already drifted back to the matter at hand, and she sorely wanted to see that butterfly again.
“Oh, butterfly! Come, come! Let us see your beauty again! My friend has yet to see it, and he will know why I seek you so!” she called out.
Benvolio smiled, his boyish figure awkwardly smaller than that of the girl next to him. While he was an adorable child, she was already fair and pretty.
He thought there were real butterflies in his stomach.
“Benvolio! There you are! Come see the prince!” Juliet hurried towards him and he smiled brightly at her, his cheeks blushing a light red.
“You must come with me, Benvolio! The Charmings have come to Verona and Prince Charming has already begun his rounds around the town. Perhaps I shall be a princess today!” she giggled and wrapped her arms around his, dragging him off.
They were older now. Once, they had been twelve and eleven respectively, he being older. Now they have become seventeen and sixteen. She still wanted to be a princess and was still looking for her prince, though there were no longer any butterflies for her to catch. He still had butterflies that he now understood was deep affection for her.
“Juliet, perhaps we shall meet them at your house,” Benvolio suggested.
Ever since their fateful meeting, Juliet had gotten her way and Benvolio was a reluctantly welcomed guest at the house of Capulet. Secretly, of course. And it wasn’t like Benvolio had told his own house that he had been associating with the house of Capulet for as long as five years. In all reality, he and Juliet were secret friends for as long at their first meeting. The feud was too strong for their friendship to be of any use to demolish it.
“Juliet?” Benvolio asked as they strolled leaisurely back to her home. Her house hadn’t been too far away from where they had been walking about.
“Yes?”
“What would you say to a Montague courting you?” he asked nervously.
“If I love him, then it should not matter that he is a Montague. After all, Benvolio, you are a Montague and you are my friend.”
“I see…right…”
It was hardly much, but Benvolio felt hope and despair from her words. He ached for her to see his devotion, but she seemed to not see him. Only her dreams of princes and castles swayed her, her wish for a prince charming enough to sweep her off her feet. And now a prince had come. Ironically enough, with the name of Charming.
“Would marry this Prince Charming, even if you do not know him?” Benvolio asked quietly.
“Hm…I am not sure. I would love to, certainly, but I do wish for a true love as well. A fairytale ending!” she said dreamily.
He laughed, and hid his contrasting feelings of relief and sadness as he enjoyed her naivety.
“You are such a dreamer, Juliet!”
“Of course. Who else would? Do you see this town doing nothing else but bicker over produce and clans?” Benvolio snorted at her words, but he did agree.
“Ah, well. It makes you Juliet. Without your sense of reasoning, you would not be my Juliet,” he got a sort of satisfaction from being able to call her his, though he knew that she would take it another way.
“I know, I would be dull and plain faced Juliet,” she agreed, making a face.
“We cannot have that. I would be so terribly bored and would abandon you,” Benvolio went along. She stiffened and stopped.
“You…you do not really mean that, right? You would not really leave me, would you?” Juliet asked, and he could feel slight tremors coming from her. Alarmed, Benvolio dropped the act.
“Of course not, silly little girl. Who else would make-believe royalty with me?”
Juliet laughed strangely, “Yes, you had better make-believe, for I will be princess one day!”
‘But you are a princess to me,’ Benvolio thought wistfully.
“Come along then. We must be there to greet the Charmings if they were to come to my house,” she strode forward without him.
“Of course, my fair Juliet,” Benvolio said fondly.
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“Cousin Tybalt is fencing at grounds elsewhere. You have nothing to worry about.”
“But Tybalt!”
Juliet sighed and smacked her dear friend’s head, “Idiot, my cousin is gone. You usually do not care if you enter my rooms. Hurry and come in already!”
“Well, last time your cousin threatened me,” Benvolio muttered, entering her rooms cautiously.
“I did say my cousin was not –”
“Was not what?” the very person they had been talking about only sat a few meters away on Juliet’s bed.
Gulping in nervousness, Benvolio held his hands up in surrender.
“Cousin! What are you doing here? I thought you said you were training around in some field. And do not intimidate Benvolio like that, it is childish,” Juliet addressed her cousin.
Tybalt shrugged, “I was done early and wished to see my cousin. And it is not my fault your friend is not only a Montague but a friend of yours.”
“Do not be so ridiculous. Benvolio and I have been friends for many years; you do not need to protect me from him like the overbearing cousin you are being. And that stupid feud has gotten on my nerves far too many a time.”
Tybalt shrugged again and stood, “If that is what you want.” Benvolio didn’t think he meant it; it had only been meant to pacify Juliet for the moment.
“The King and Queen Charming! Their son, Prince Charming!” came the announced arrival downstairs.
Juliet squealed in delight, “Come, Benvolio! We must go see them!”
She dragged him after her, racing to the foyer. They passed by Tybalt, who Benvolio could have actually sworn he’d heard mutter, “I actually feel sorry for you right now, Montague…”
It was a dull affair, but Juliet seemed enraptured by the royals’ presences. She became even more delighted when she was in charge of entertaining Prince Charming. Benvolio almost excused himself then, until she held onto him tightly and dragged him once again to the prince.
“Prince Charming! It is such a pleasure to meet you! Would you follow us into the gardens? It might be a more comfortable place to lounge around and talk,” Juliet beamed happily.
Prince Charming smiled congenially and accepted, following behind them to the gardens Juliet loved so much.
As they comfortably settled themselves on the grass, laying flat on their sides to face each other, Juliet excitedly asked about the prince’s life.
He laughed and talked, and even Benvolio sat fascinated by the prince’s tales. Though not as much as Juliet was, he was sure.
“Oh, I wish I was royalty,” Juliet actually confessed aloud to someone other than Benvolio.
Prince Charming grimaced, “It is not all happily lived. Some things are very tedious, and even less of that is freedom. There is no way to be able to truly freely express oneself, and there are always expectations. Everything is watched over and teachings strict.”
Juliet nodded solemnly and Benvolio sat there interested. Royalty was always chalked up to be a very envied thing, something people wished they were for the wealth and status. Apparently, there was more to it than that. Image had to be maintained after all, and royalty did that well.
“Ah, I see my parents now. I should stand and not look as comfortable as I am. Dignity first, after all,” he winked at them. He stood up and waited for his parents, who came with snooty faces and narrowed eyes. They ushered him along and all of them left with perfect postures, Prince Charming the only one to have waved back discreetly.
“What a shame. I’d always thought being a prince would be fantastic,” Benvolio said in the aftermath.
Juliet sighed, “If we married, I would help him through that. Together, we could weather through the pains of royalty. I do so hope he liked me as much as I am sure I like him.”
Benvolio grimaced inside. “Right,” he muttered.
She sighed again. Benvolio scooted closer to her and laid his head upon her lap, where she began to thread her fingers through his brown hair.
As Benvolio was lulled to sleep with her fingers gentle ministrations, he smelled the scent of her so close combined with the warmth of her body. His thoughts began to drift.
‘Pretty butterfly, let me catch you…
‘Please, let me catch you, Juliet…’
Started 10/7/07-Completed 10/7/07
Story: Before there was Romeo...there was one other. His name is Benvolio.
Set as an AU.
Spoilers: Nah.
Warnings:
Pairings: Benvolio/Juliet, Romeo/Juliet
Benvolio and Juliet
Chapter One: Pretty Butterfly
“Princess, are you looking for something?” a little boy asked as he sat on the fountain. The little girl opposite him, who had been wandering around curiously, looked at him in that same curiosity.
“Who are you? And I am not a princess, though I wish to be.”
“I am Benvolio of Montague. And you, fair lady?”
She giggled, “My name is Juliet of Capulet. And you, my sir, can help me.”
“Help? With what, fair Juliet?”
“I look for a butterfly. It fluttered away from me when I was just about to catch it some distance away. I only wish to admire it,” she sighed.
The young Montague nodded seriously, “Of course, fair Juliet. I shall help you find this butterfly that has caught your attention. For if your beauty has seen something, then it too must be pretty.”
She laughed lightly and looped her arm around his, pulling him forward. “Off we go, fair prince. Lead me away and to our pretty butterfly then.”
“I have caught mine already, but I shall endeavor for you to catch yours,” he declared.
She blinked confusedly at him, but dismissed his words. Her attention had already drifted back to the matter at hand, and she sorely wanted to see that butterfly again.
“Oh, butterfly! Come, come! Let us see your beauty again! My friend has yet to see it, and he will know why I seek you so!” she called out.
Benvolio smiled, his boyish figure awkwardly smaller than that of the girl next to him. While he was an adorable child, she was already fair and pretty.
He thought there were real butterflies in his stomach.
“Benvolio! There you are! Come see the prince!” Juliet hurried towards him and he smiled brightly at her, his cheeks blushing a light red.
“You must come with me, Benvolio! The Charmings have come to Verona and Prince Charming has already begun his rounds around the town. Perhaps I shall be a princess today!” she giggled and wrapped her arms around his, dragging him off.
They were older now. Once, they had been twelve and eleven respectively, he being older. Now they have become seventeen and sixteen. She still wanted to be a princess and was still looking for her prince, though there were no longer any butterflies for her to catch. He still had butterflies that he now understood was deep affection for her.
“Juliet, perhaps we shall meet them at your house,” Benvolio suggested.
Ever since their fateful meeting, Juliet had gotten her way and Benvolio was a reluctantly welcomed guest at the house of Capulet. Secretly, of course. And it wasn’t like Benvolio had told his own house that he had been associating with the house of Capulet for as long as five years. In all reality, he and Juliet were secret friends for as long at their first meeting. The feud was too strong for their friendship to be of any use to demolish it.
“Juliet?” Benvolio asked as they strolled leaisurely back to her home. Her house hadn’t been too far away from where they had been walking about.
“Yes?”
“What would you say to a Montague courting you?” he asked nervously.
“If I love him, then it should not matter that he is a Montague. After all, Benvolio, you are a Montague and you are my friend.”
“I see…right…”
It was hardly much, but Benvolio felt hope and despair from her words. He ached for her to see his devotion, but she seemed to not see him. Only her dreams of princes and castles swayed her, her wish for a prince charming enough to sweep her off her feet. And now a prince had come. Ironically enough, with the name of Charming.
“Would marry this Prince Charming, even if you do not know him?” Benvolio asked quietly.
“Hm…I am not sure. I would love to, certainly, but I do wish for a true love as well. A fairytale ending!” she said dreamily.
He laughed, and hid his contrasting feelings of relief and sadness as he enjoyed her naivety.
“You are such a dreamer, Juliet!”
“Of course. Who else would? Do you see this town doing nothing else but bicker over produce and clans?” Benvolio snorted at her words, but he did agree.
“Ah, well. It makes you Juliet. Without your sense of reasoning, you would not be my Juliet,” he got a sort of satisfaction from being able to call her his, though he knew that she would take it another way.
“I know, I would be dull and plain faced Juliet,” she agreed, making a face.
“We cannot have that. I would be so terribly bored and would abandon you,” Benvolio went along. She stiffened and stopped.
“You…you do not really mean that, right? You would not really leave me, would you?” Juliet asked, and he could feel slight tremors coming from her. Alarmed, Benvolio dropped the act.
“Of course not, silly little girl. Who else would make-believe royalty with me?”
Juliet laughed strangely, “Yes, you had better make-believe, for I will be princess one day!”
‘But you are a princess to me,’ Benvolio thought wistfully.
“Come along then. We must be there to greet the Charmings if they were to come to my house,” she strode forward without him.
“Of course, my fair Juliet,” Benvolio said fondly.
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“Cousin Tybalt is fencing at grounds elsewhere. You have nothing to worry about.”
“But Tybalt!”
Juliet sighed and smacked her dear friend’s head, “Idiot, my cousin is gone. You usually do not care if you enter my rooms. Hurry and come in already!”
“Well, last time your cousin threatened me,” Benvolio muttered, entering her rooms cautiously.
“I did say my cousin was not –”
“Was not what?” the very person they had been talking about only sat a few meters away on Juliet’s bed.
Gulping in nervousness, Benvolio held his hands up in surrender.
“Cousin! What are you doing here? I thought you said you were training around in some field. And do not intimidate Benvolio like that, it is childish,” Juliet addressed her cousin.
Tybalt shrugged, “I was done early and wished to see my cousin. And it is not my fault your friend is not only a Montague but a friend of yours.”
“Do not be so ridiculous. Benvolio and I have been friends for many years; you do not need to protect me from him like the overbearing cousin you are being. And that stupid feud has gotten on my nerves far too many a time.”
Tybalt shrugged again and stood, “If that is what you want.” Benvolio didn’t think he meant it; it had only been meant to pacify Juliet for the moment.
“The King and Queen Charming! Their son, Prince Charming!” came the announced arrival downstairs.
Juliet squealed in delight, “Come, Benvolio! We must go see them!”
She dragged him after her, racing to the foyer. They passed by Tybalt, who Benvolio could have actually sworn he’d heard mutter, “I actually feel sorry for you right now, Montague…”
It was a dull affair, but Juliet seemed enraptured by the royals’ presences. She became even more delighted when she was in charge of entertaining Prince Charming. Benvolio almost excused himself then, until she held onto him tightly and dragged him once again to the prince.
“Prince Charming! It is such a pleasure to meet you! Would you follow us into the gardens? It might be a more comfortable place to lounge around and talk,” Juliet beamed happily.
Prince Charming smiled congenially and accepted, following behind them to the gardens Juliet loved so much.
As they comfortably settled themselves on the grass, laying flat on their sides to face each other, Juliet excitedly asked about the prince’s life.
He laughed and talked, and even Benvolio sat fascinated by the prince’s tales. Though not as much as Juliet was, he was sure.
“Oh, I wish I was royalty,” Juliet actually confessed aloud to someone other than Benvolio.
Prince Charming grimaced, “It is not all happily lived. Some things are very tedious, and even less of that is freedom. There is no way to be able to truly freely express oneself, and there are always expectations. Everything is watched over and teachings strict.”
Juliet nodded solemnly and Benvolio sat there interested. Royalty was always chalked up to be a very envied thing, something people wished they were for the wealth and status. Apparently, there was more to it than that. Image had to be maintained after all, and royalty did that well.
“Ah, I see my parents now. I should stand and not look as comfortable as I am. Dignity first, after all,” he winked at them. He stood up and waited for his parents, who came with snooty faces and narrowed eyes. They ushered him along and all of them left with perfect postures, Prince Charming the only one to have waved back discreetly.
“What a shame. I’d always thought being a prince would be fantastic,” Benvolio said in the aftermath.
Juliet sighed, “If we married, I would help him through that. Together, we could weather through the pains of royalty. I do so hope he liked me as much as I am sure I like him.”
Benvolio grimaced inside. “Right,” he muttered.
She sighed again. Benvolio scooted closer to her and laid his head upon her lap, where she began to thread her fingers through his brown hair.
As Benvolio was lulled to sleep with her fingers gentle ministrations, he smelled the scent of her so close combined with the warmth of her body. His thoughts began to drift.
‘Pretty butterfly, let me catch you…
‘Please, let me catch you, Juliet…’
Started 10/7/07-Completed 10/7/07