The Outlaw and the Princess fanfiction

Hello readers! This fanfic is based off of a youtube show, called Bee and Puppycat, that you can find and listen to, to compare if you'd like. Beware if you do, it'll be spoiled obviously. XD I hope you enjoy!

Ch 1

Discovery

The space outlaw crouched warily, hidden behind a low stone wall. He had his bag full of gems and treasure slung over his shoulder. He could hear the footsteps rush past, and then they faded away. He slowly lifted his head, peeking over the stones. The space princess was standing in the middle of the hallway, her beautiful white hair curled, and her dress shimmering just like the stars. He couldn't help but continue to stare at her. She had her back to him, thankfully. She began to turn, and their eyes met. He felt his heart pounding, either from fear of being caught, or her beauty. He felt something within him stirring, something he hadn't felt before.

"It seems you have our jewels," she chimed. A slow smile spread across her pale face.

"It seems so," he heard himself say. He carefully stepped out from beneath the barrier, and faced the princess. Her eyes were a brilliant yellow and they entranced him. He nervously ran a hand through his white spiked hair.

"I don't appreciate having our things stolen," she said, stepping closer to him. He could feel himself smiling slowly.

"I could happily make it up to you," he seduced. He felt stupid and foolish on the inside, but something within him wanted her desperately.

"By returning them, I hope?" she retorted, swishing her long hair. He felt the lantern protruding from her forehead begin to glow, and his smile dissolving into nervousness. He grabbed her fair hand, and sunk to his knees.

"Would you allow me to court you?" he stammered.

((There's more, I promise))

CH 2

Meadow

(Princesses POV)

   She waited for him anxiously in the beautiful meadow, perched on a swollen purple log. She slowly ran her hands along to a giant red leaf next to her, feeling like she was being swallowed by a vortex of rainbows. Her eyes scanned the area dismally, wondering if he would show. Finally, she heard a rustling in the bushes, which caused her heart to skip a beat. The Space Outlaw emerged, grinning in his usual nonchalant way. She began to notice how the deep blue in his eyes matched the ends of his snow white hair. She smiled in greetings towards him, gesturing for him to sit next to her. He did so, his warmth buzzing right next to her. She felt intoxicated by his smell, and had to remind herself to focus.

   "I'm glad you came," she smiled tightly.

   "How could I refuse someone so beautiful," he breathed, leaning closer to her. She felt overwhelmed, his smell filling her nostrils. When he reopened his eyes, she was standing on the other side of the meadow, arms crossed.

   "Did I do something wrong?" he questioned.

   "You don't kiss a princess that easily," she grinned playfully.

   He stood up slowly and waled over to her. He sighed, and carefully tucked a strand of her hair behind her hair, his finger brushing her face gently. She was finding it harder and harder to resist his charms, her walls crumbling. With his free hand, he grabbed hers, and clasped their fingers together. Before she knew what was happening, she felt him leading her off somewhere.

   "Would you mind telling me where we are going, exactly?" she panicked.    She knew if she didn't return to the castle, her father would send troops, and her plans would be ruined.

   "It's a surprise. Just trust me," he comforted.

   Yeah sure, trust the Space Outlaw. She thought to herself

   "What's your name?" she called out to him.

   "My friends call me Jake."

   "You may call me Cecilia, or Cecil for short." she responded curtly.

   They kept on for what felt like hours, but what was really only minutes. He had lead her to a wide open grove, that was surrounded by dense trees, and filled with strange creatures she'd never seen. She didn't spend much time outside of the castle, unless her father was around. She saw a small picnic basket, as well as a coarse blanket spread on the ground.

   "I'm flattered but I really shouldnt..."

   "At least humor me," he interrupted.

   She smiled politely, sitting down on the blanket. It felt a lot softer then it looked, and it was embroidered with a symbol she thought she recognized, but couldn't place. He sat down right next to her, and picked up the basket.

   After they had emptied the basket of its contents, they somehow found themselves laying next to each other on the blanket, hands clasped as they stared into the sky.

   "What do you think is out there?" he asked, breaking the silence.

   She responded with a vague shrug. Eventually, she pushed herself up off the ground, brushing herself off.

   "I have to go now," she said hesitantly.

   "When can I see you again?" he pleaded. His eyes were locked on hers, and she couldn't break the stare.

   "Just slip me a letter next time you want to see me," she responded.

   He nodded, and quickly embraced her, his warmth enveloping her. She allowed it, finding her own arms slinking around him in return. She buried her face in his chest happily, sighing noiselessly when they parted for the night.

CH 3

(Outlaws POV)

    He
 had begun walking home, finding his way using the stars shining above.
He had lost track of time, remaining in the clearing long after Cecil
had left him. Eventually he walked into the little cave, the darkness
enveloping him. He fumbled around in his pocket until he found his
matches, striking one quickly. He turned to the torch on the wall,
filling the scone with fire. The cave lit up dully with dancing gray
shadows, and he watched, amused. He shuffled over to his threadbare
blanket, practically collapsing from exhaustion. The last thing he saw
before he passed out, was the princesses face in his mind.

   Later
the next day, he found himself facing Cecil's high window, with a letter
 in his hand. He had no idea how he was going to get it to her. She was
at least two stories up in the air, and it wasn't like he could just
saunter in there like last time... but he had to try. He walked slowly
around the castle, seeking for any other entrances. Eventually, he found
 what seemed to be the servants quarters. There was a washing bin
outside, and a clothing line, full of uniforms.

   A lot of
stretching and groaning resolved, before he found himself dressed as a
servant. He felt utterly ridiculous, but he had to see her again. He hid
 the letter in his apron, before carefully walking inside. Heat wafted
over him, servants rushing everywhere, some cleaning, some carrying
food. He slowly, tried to make his way through, jostling a few people on
 his way.

"Hey!" someone called after him. He froze, not sure what he should do.

   "Here.
 Go to the main floor and clean," a stern voice commanded him. He turned
 to face a bulging brute of a man, who practically slammed a mop and a
bucket into his hands. All he could do was nod fearfully, taking the
items and rushing off. As soon as he left that room, he abandoned them
in a hallway, heading towards the stairs. He began to take them two at a
 time, not wanting to get caught. He figured only special servants got
to work on the third story, seeing its where all the royalty was. He
kept his head and eyes trained on the floor, picking up his pace every
time someone walked past him. Eventually he wound up at a door engraved
with a large C. He shook his head at the tastelessness, and pushed his
way in anyway.