That Forgiveness Unearned, by drcalvin (M)

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Fandom: RÓMEÓ ÉS JÚLIA
Pairing: Tybalt/Peter
Length: 1974 words
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Author Website: fic on AO3
Why this must be read:

This is a lovely, bittersweet little story from the point of view of Peter, the Nurse's servant, that captures the odd dynamic between Tybalt and the Capulet servants in canon—where they seem to care about him and he's relatively friendly with them, but there's always an insurmountable class barrier between them—Tybalt may like them better than his family or Montagues, but he doesn't quite see them as people, so their care for him isn't enough. Only with porn.

Perhaps this honesty is what compels him to put a hand on Tybalt’s shoulder and squeeze it softly. Peter doesn’t need to ask what pains him: before they escaped to the comforting, if costly, embrace of the brothel, they had both done their obligatory rounds at House Capulet’s summer ball. Smiles and compliments, intrigues and half-promises drifting through the air like the harmonies of the musicians... A game Peter was not considered worthy enough to fully take part in, much to his relief. A game in which Tybalt was always either a piece or a player, if reluctantly and with little skill.

Tonight there had been a vulgar girl and a father hinting at marriage, eager to align himself with a fine family; too newly arrived in Verona to recognize the dagger-sharp obligations and bruise-colored costs of a marriage with House Capulets. And far too ignorant or greedy, Peter was honestly not certain, about what his daughter might pay for such a deal.

That Forgiveness Unearned

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