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Peacekeeper by Rilya
Fandoms: Romeo and Juliet - Shakespeare, SHAKESPEARE William - Works
27 Nov 2018
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Benvolio is a quiet and lonely literature lover. The first day of his senior year, he meets a boy with the same passion, and they grow fond of each other.
(Or basically how Benvolio and Mercutio met in literature class because they're nerds) -
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“Dost thou think, Faustus, that the pair of us are now two schoolboys, sharing tales of conquest and groping?”
“Well, why not? Thou have promised me all knowledge.”
“And must that include my particular affairs?” I snap. The man is a child, a stumbling colt.“Aye, by necessity.” Faustus purrs, and I am thinking of how his flesh shall be torn like piecemeal, how my Lord will use his innards like skip rope.
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this is hell, nor am I out of it by minuscule_corbomite
Fandoms: Doctor Faustus - Christopher Marlowe
30 Apr 2020
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“How comes it, then, that you are out of Hell?”
“Why this is Hell, nor am I out of it,” I spit, baring my teeth at Faustus' disbelieving laugh. “You think that I, having seen the face of God, having tasted the eternal joys of Heaven, am not tormented with ten thousand hells in being deprived of everlasting bliss?” It pains me, I don’t add. Every single moment of my existence hurts, aches with it. Even now I bathe in sulfur no other can smell, my form twists in pain no other can sense.
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Cold by Lirealwrites
Fandoms: Roméo et Juliette - Presgurvic, Romeo And Juliet - All Media Types
07 Jul 2019
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“No!” Benvolio was distantly aware he had shouted that as he ran faster than he knew was possible and threw himself between Mercutio and Tybalt’s sword.
Benvolio dies saving Mercutio
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One tender evening by maevesdarling
Fandoms: Doctor Faustus - Christopher Marlowe, Faust - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
28 Jan 2020
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Mephistopheles and Faustus share a bed...
(...) At night, while his master is asleep, Mephistopheles sits in a chair across from him. Every twitch of his muscles, every sigh and sleepy mumble, he sits and watches in interested, the book in his hands long forgotten.
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