✨Royal Beeduo oneshot✨

~Oneshot~

In all honesty, tubbo had no clue how he got into the situation. Arms bound with ropes and being shoved around by royal guards wasn't the best festival day, but he should have known better. Let's start from the beginning. The end kingdom was one of the highest most respected kingdoms in the world, and tubbo just so happened to be a citizen. Well, not citizen. Outlaw. Tubbo underscore had been running from the royal guards for years, and at only 17, that was very impressive. He didn't even do any outrageous crimes, just trying to get food for himself, but because of money problems he had to almost get his hand chopped off ever time. This went on for years, until the summer festival came along. It was a yearly event, all the shops were open, streets were busy, and most important of all, the king, queen and prince would show themselves and bring good fortune for the kingdom. It was also a fantastic day for people like tubbo, where everyone's distracted. It was basically an all you can eat buffet. This was no different for tubbo, he walked the streets as celebratory horns blasted in his ears. Loud. He wandered until he found a snack with apples, breads, and meats. There seemed to be no one there.. sooo- he snatched some meat and bread, immediately rushing into the crowd. The sound of metal armor soon surrounded him. Shit. Tubbo looked around, he saw the same shop keeper talking to a Royal guard, describing tubbo to him. The guard nodded, turned and looked directly at tubbo. Eyes met and the world seemed to freeze. Fuck. He was dead- Tubbo ran as hard as he could into the crowd and through an alley, The guard close on his tail. No one seemed bothered by the chase as their attention was drawn to the castle balcony. In the alley, there was a nearby window tubbo grabbed, almost pulling himself up before his ankle was grabbed by the guard, making him come tumbling to the floor. The tumble made his head come into direct contact with the floor. Before he knew, the world went blurry and the last thing he saw was more guards talking to the one who caught him along with the sound of fireworks.

The next time tubbo woke up, he as surrounded in stone walls and laid on a cold uncomfortable bed, knowing the day hadn't passed by the faint cheers coming down an empty hallway he couldn't access because of big metal bars. The dungeon, he thought. Tubbo sat up, looking around for anyways to escape. He never thought the day would come that he actually got caught, it seemed like one of those small worries. Especially on a day where guards where supposed to be busy with other stuff, like decorations or literally anything else. "Hey, get up." Tubbo turned to see a guard standing at the door. Tubbo scoffed "Or what? Your gonna hit me with your little sword?" "You've caused enough trouble over the past years, I believe a more suitable punishment will come to you." The guard opened the door and tied tubbos arms behind him, then pushed him out. 

And now we're here. Tubbo being pushed down the royal hallway towards the "court" room. Though, tubbo knew what it was. It wasn't a courtroom. It was just deciding how he died. His crimes ranged from petty theft to arson, to disturbance of the peace. Tubbo would admit to petty theft, he definitely did that, the other two were iffy. Sure, he lit a fire in an alley one night that accidentally burned down a bakery, but that's because it was a cold winters day and he had no warm, and if he disturbed the peace, then he would have been caught quicker. People here are basically animals, jumping at the opportunity to send someone to jail for the new newspaper, even someone who was just trying to get by. What he did was wrong, but so where the people who abandoned him in the fucking forest because they didn't feel like taking care of a 11 year old who lost his parents. As they entered the court room, tubbo saw all the people starring down at him and tried not to crack under pressure. "Today, we are discussing the various crimes and punishment of Tubbo underscore. His crimes include Petty theft, arson, disturbance of the peace and aggression towards a royal guard. You may talk among yourself to decide a punishment."

The punishment was Death. As he thought. Public beheading, to be exact.

The streets would be filled with people after all, it would be a prefect show for all those sick people in the audience. They would use his death to kick off a festival of activities. Like a tool. As he was escorted out, tubbo promised himself he would not be used as a form of entertainment. He was brought back to the cell, the bared window showed the platform the executor would chop his head off on. Only 30 minutes. It was strange to think that just 4 hours ago, he was walking along the streets like a normal person, and now he was 30 minutes away from his demise. He thought about what he would say, for his last words. Something about the guard system? Something just straight stupid? It didn't really matter anyways- he spent his last 30 minutes just looking out the window

The festival was almost ready, tubbo sat behind the platform, seeing people gather around. The crowd was getting louder and louder until there was a horn rung. The main guard climbed onto the platform and started his speech. Blah blah blah, money status, whatever. After said speech he introduced the royal family, the crowd went fucking nuts as The king, Queen, and prince walked out from the castle. Tubbo turned to look at them, the Queen was wearing a black gown that trailed behind her, black hair pinned up into a bun. The king wearing a white suit, letting his hair down, and then there was the prince. The prince was a spitting imagine of both of his parents, Black and white hair, the red and green eyes, it was like you cut them both in half and merged them both together. While eyeing the family, he met eyes with said prince. Ranboo, he thought his name was, had a look of sadness? Maybe pity, he wasn't very sure, but it wasn't like the guards. Tubbo looked back the other way. "Well, that's enough talking, how about we get this festival started?" The guard said with a smile on their face. The crowd yelled and tubbo felt himself being pushed onto the platform and onto his knees. Tubbo didn't know what this feeling was, the feeling of hundreds of people starring at you wasn't nice, combined with the sound of an axe being sharpened behind you. His crimes were listed, and it was finally time. Tubbo shut his eyes tightly and hung his head low. The executor stepped beside him, raised his axe and—

"Stop!"

The crowd went silent. The executor stopped his swing. Tubbo was to scared to look up. "I command you to stop. Bring him back to the cells, death isn't a just punishment." A soft murmur spread from the crowd and tubbo finally got the courage to look up. Ranboo was standing on the back of the platform, looking the executor dead in the eyes. "Yes prince." Finally snapped from his trance, the guards grabbed tubbo and rushed him back into the cells. The whole time he was being escorted back, he was looking at Ranboo. Why. Why did he save him. Ranboo only returned a soft smile and nod for tubbo as they walked back to their seat next to the king and Queen.

After the festival, tubbo found himself in the cell, the question still tugging at his mind, why did they save him! Ranboo had no good reason to stop the execution, so why. He heard the door opened and looked up, and no other then Ranboo stood there. Of course, they were escorted by guards, but Ranboo walked into the cell by himself. Tubbo looked up at them. "Hello, tubbo was it?" Ranboo smiled, just trying to bring conversation. Tubbo nodded a bit, "Yea.. that's me." Tubbos nervousness must had been showing, because Ranboo sat across the cell. "Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you, or have a talking too. I'm just here to keep you company" "why?" Tubbo questioned. Ranboo looked to the side a bit "well, I heard about you. I heard what you've been through. The 11 thing, the having to steal for food, and I guess I thought it wasn't fair for you to be put to death, especially for the entertainment of others" they spoke in soft tone, different the the harsh insults tubbo was used too. "Well.. thank you for saving me". They smiled "your welcome tubbo." The cell went quiet again for a few seconds until Ranboo spoke up once more "I'm trying to convince my mother and father to start up a new way of creating outlaws, if you'd like to hear". Tubbo nodded a bit, slightly intrigued by this. "Well, I thought that maybe  we can help outlaws like you instead of making their lives worse. People just trying to make it by" Ranboo then looked directly at tubbo again "and I was hoping you could help, prove that outlaws can change for the better if treated right" A smile grew on tubbos face, excited for a new chance. "I'm guessing it's a yes?" Ranboo laughed quietly. Tubbo responded with getting up and hugging Ranboo, nodding a bunch "yes! Thank you, thank you so much" taken by surprise, they jumped a bit, but soon hugged back "your welcome".

6 years later

A tiny micheal ran through the castle halls, screaming happily. Right behind him was tubbo. As soon as tubbo caught up, he picked micheal up and spun around, tickling him slightly. "Got you!" Micheal did that baby laugh scream, and tubbo smiled, carrying micheal down the hall to a study. Ranboos study. He knocked on the door "knock knock! I have a surprise!" Tubbo laughed quietly as Ranboo opened the door. Tubbo held up micheal and micheal screamed "PA!!" Ranboo laughed happily and hugged micheal. "Aww, that's a fantastic surprise" Tubbo hugged them tightly "good morning to you too tubbo" they laughed and hugged their family tight. All this happiness, just because a prince saved an outlaw.