Palette's POV

    Me and fell goth sat in a field of echo flowers, fell goth sitting on his knees as I sat cross legged. We talked and chatted for awhile, learning more about another's personality.
    I learned some pretty embarrassing things about him. I asked him how he knew necromancy and he went on a thirty minute rant!. The way his eye glowed and grew bigger was the most adorable thing i've seen.
    When he was finished, his face flushed in embarrassment as he realized what he did. I chuckled as he pouted at me and crossed his arms. I only chuckled a bit harder when I noticed a strange figure behind fell goth. Fell goth's scarf was snagged and pulled back, making him land onto the figure.
    The figure turned out to be fell me. Goth started to choke, the scarf tightening around his neck like a rattle snake. Rurik growled and glared at me. He pulled goth up by the scarf, grabbing him by the waist and letting go of his scarf. "Where the fu*k have you been?! Hanging out with this stupid (censored) sucker?!" I stood from the ground.
    "Yeah! So what! Let go of gothy! He doesn't want to be with you!" I stand my ground against rurik over dominance for gothy. Goth started to sweat from my attitude towards rurik. Fell me started to reach for something in his pocket, gripping it when he reached it.
    I started to get nervous. Rurik pulled the object out of his pocket, revealing a knife. It was engraved but couldn't make out the lettering. He side stepped away from gothy and swung the knife in my direction.
    I just dodged the blade barely, getting my sleeve cut in the process. I summon my paint roller as me and rurik's weapon collide, stopping in the middle. I gasp as his blade started to pierce through the paint roller. His mouth curled into a sinister smirk as he pushed his knife through.
    Shoot, that's my only weapon. I ripped my roller from his knife, the roller falling off the long metal poll. "Uh, oh....." rurik lunged toward me. Before he could hit me, gothy got between us, spreading his arms out. Rurik stopped, his knife in front of gothy's sweating skull.
    "Move!" he yelled in goth's face. Rurik had brought the knife closer to his face.
    "NO!" goth yelled. Rurik seemed surprised. "You've been the worst! I cared about you when you treated me like sh*t! I fought through the pain all because I loved you! But....no.....i'm done, your attitude towards me, the way you treat me, the SH*T I had been put through, I can't stay with you anymore...." goth turned away from rurik, his face dumbfounded.
    Gothy walked up to me, nuzzling into my chest comfortingly. "Let's go...." I nodded, holding his back and teleporting away. I teleported into my home, picking up goth by the back and knees. I smiled at him warmly. He snickered. I pouted at the small response.
    I curled my mouth into a small smirk as I drop him onto the couch. He was surprised and flinched when I let go of him. I crawled onto him, making him slightly shake. I slid my hands up the side of his ribs and into his armpits. Goth stopped shaking and now was confused.
    I start to tickle him, goth bit his lip to not laugh. The defense didn't last long, bursting into a laughing fit. He looked so happy and relieved, instead of tense and hesitant. I continued the attack on his armpits, enjoying the laugh coming from him.
    He slapped his hand over his mouth to muffle the laughter, failing. My hands stop, letting fell goth catch his breath. I take my hand and place it firmly under his chin. I lean his head up to face me as I lean down towards his lips.
    He blushes then his body jerks. I place a hand on his waist and softly kiss him. His eyes were wide with fear for a few seconds before being soothed into the kiss with my gentle touch.
    Fell goth loosely folds his arms around my neck, returning the tender kiss. His hands moved from my neck to my cheeks as he licks my bottom lip. I open my mouth a bit, fell goth darting in.
    We fight for dominance, fell goth losing and moaning as I explore his wet cavern. I pull away from the kiss, a small line of salvia strung from out tongues.
    "So, are we a.....thing?" I asked. Curious on if we were dating.
    "Definitely" fell goth agreed as he laid back onto the couch arm. I fist pump.
    "Yessss!" I yelled as fell goth attempted to stifle his laughter. I couldn't guess....someone so broken.... could be so happy.....

(Yay! An adorable little ending!)

(Request #12)