My Beloved [Beeduo]

3

The sun slipped behind the horizon, painting the sky in a pinkish-red colour. Footsteps rushed down the cobblestone path, the noise echoing throughout the garden behind the castle. Loud huffs accompanied the footsteps, continuing when the other stopped. Tubbo gasped for air, leaning over to put his hands on his knees. A door swung open behind him and the boy jumped, quickly rushing behind a rose bush, careful not to lean onto the plant. Shoes tapped against the stone, slowly making their way down the path. "Tubbo?" Ranboo called, making the boy's heart sink in his chest. He stayed quiet, willing himself to not make a sound, waiting for the prince to pass. Ranboo shouted for him a couple more times, walking right past the bush he was hidden behind. Tubbo waited until he heard the door close once more, releasing a breath he didn't know he was holding. Hands grasped at his shirt, clenching and unclenching a fist around the cloth, trying to stop himself from shaking.

Tubbo had kissed Ranboo. The prince. His best friend. All without permission. Yes, it was on the cheek, but he still could've asked, could've warned him. A feeling manifested inside of him, a feeling of guilt, a feeling of embarrassment. What if Ranboo was angry? Only chasing after him to get an explanation, to be disappointed by his answer. Would he even speak to him again? He had to, they had a plan, and Tubbo was only going with it to make Ranboo happy. That made Tubbo's thoughts screech to a halt. He was only doing it to make his friend happy? What about Tubbo? Was he even caring about his feelings?

When he had suggested the idea, of living on the run, he half expected Ranboo to reject it completely, but then he agreed. Tubbo was fully prepared to be denied and told he was insane for proposing the idea, next thing he knew, they were planning. Even though Ranboo had told him the risks, he'd never really considered them. Was Tubbo ready to risk his life? Tubbo ran a hand through his hair, huffing a breath of air. He could get killed if they were caught, maybe just be imprisoned, if they decided to go easy on him. Either way, there was a high chance he'd be executed without mercy, his head would be on the chopping block. Both options were bad for Tubbo, no doubt about it, but at the same time, he'd have to watch Ranboo be miserable.

He closed his eyes, forming the image in his mind. Ranboo standing at the altar, exchanging vows with his wife. Sometime after, they'd have children, running around like the gremlins they are. Ranboo sitting on his throne, looking like his father, tired and hateful. Even though it'd be nice to have a family, the prince would hate it. Marrying someone he didn't even love, having children with said person, and becoming king. He'd hate it, and Tubbo would have to watch his friend become his father, not having any room for love in his heart. As much as he'd rather not be executed, he thinks that drifting away from his best friend would be a punishment worse than death.

Tubbo felt himself grow tired, letting his body relax on the dirt ground beneath him. Leaning back, he felt thorns prick at his back and he yelped, quickly bringing a hand to cover his mouth. A chuckle escaped from behind the hand and he stood up, brushing the dirt off the back of his pants. Even if he was doomed, Ranboo was something he never wanted to lose. The prince wouldn't be miserable if he could help it.