Hello everyone! This is the first in a series of drabbles by two writers, snow-dolphin and rainbow-dolphin. Though we're here mainly for fun, we would really appreciate your reviews. Prompts are also welcomed! :DD

Each prompt will have two versions, one by each of us. This first drabble is by rainbow-dolphin :DD Please read and give concrit! :D Many thanks in advance!

Note: This (non-)drabble takes place in an alternate universe where the fight between Tybalt and Mercutio never happened.

Fandom: Romeo and Juliet

Characters: Romeo and Tybalt

Prompt: Dolphin

Warnings: Implied slash

Rating: K+

Disclaimer: We're not dead, we're not Englishmen, we're not even one person; clearly we are not Shakespeare.

The city square was filled with crowded masses, hundreds of everyday Italians bustling about their lives. A normal day in Verona - but not so for everyone.

The day may have been warm, but the young Capulet loitering by the fountain in the centre of the square was untouched by the heat. If anything, he was unusually cold and still. If he could, he probably would have frozen the entire fountain over. An extraordinary sight, considering his fiery temperament.

"What ho, cuz!"

Tybalt glanced up. His features immediately rearranged into a scowl, one that Romeo was certainly familiar with.

"What are you doing here, Montague?" Tybalt spat.

Romeo grinned. "You seem awfully unhappy today, good Capulet." He sobered. "What is amiss?"

"Nothing you need concern yourself with," Tybalt said curtly, turning.

"Tybalt, wait!" Romeo grabbed Tybalt's shoulder.

"What!"

"If… If you need my help, just ask, okay?"

The Montague sounded so turned back to face him, eyes narrowed. No, there was absolutely no deceit, no ill intent in those eyes. In fact, this - this enemy - seemed so genuinely worried for him that Tybalt struggled to control the impulse to dump him and his (not unappreciated) concern in the fountain. Perhaps the heat was getting to him.

"Montague, I cannot fathom why you would extend a hand to an enemy."

Romeo winced, and Tybalt grew more suspicious. "Could we not be enemies? Is it impossible to entertain the idea of being friends?"

The idea caught Tybalt completely off-guard. "Friends?" He asked incredulously. Was the Montague insane?

"Aye!" Romeo beamed. "We could be friends! Have fun together, help each other when in need," he said meaningfully, "and resolve the family feud!"

"Resolve the… Montague, are you feeling all right?" Distantly, Tybalt thought he should be asking himself that; he swore that Montague's strange notions had just caused the world to veer completely out of control and turn somersaults on its axis, finally stuttering to a stunned stop.

"Yes, of course I am." Romeo frowned. "Tybalt, are you well?"

"Yes, I am!" Tybalt snapped. "Honestly, what is wrong with you?"

The Montague had the gall to look confused! "I don't know… Is there something wrong with me?"

"I asked that question! Heavens above, the sun must have melted what little intelligence you possess! First, you, a Montague, ask me, a Capulet, whether I am well, with no apparent condescension or ill intent; next you propose that we become friends; and then you ask that we incite our houses to make peace! Art thou mad? No, answer not, I can see the answer clearly. You, with that, ridiculous smile on your face now, like, like," here he pointed back at the fountain, "like one of those accursed dolphins, grinning and spouting absolutely ridiculous notions like water-"

And then Romeo put his hand over Tybalt's mouth, smiling amusedly, but with the slightest hint of worry in his eyes. The sudden movement and closeness shocked Tybalt. "Tybalt, stop your rambling. I assure you, I was completely serious in suggesting what I did."

Tybalt, regaining his senses, threw Romeo's hand off his mouth angrily. He dearly wanted to stab Romeo for the unwelcome intimacy, but something about Romeo had jarred his beliefs, and he… he wanted to know more about the Montague's strange propositions.

Romeo grinned again. Did he never stop smiling? "I suppose the fact that you're not killing me means there's hope for us?"

"For us?"

"Then it's settled! Meet me here tomorrow! I want to introduce my friends to you and yours. Maybe we can really work something out!" And with a grin and a backward wave, the Montague disappeared into the crowd and just left Tybalt there like the chaos he had left Tybalt in was completely unimportant.

Tybalt was definitely going to be here tomorrow, and it would be to bash that Montague's head in for his ridiculous notions and dolphin-ish actions today - and most definitely not because he was seriously considering Romeo's suggestions.