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Not so fun fact, actually, really disturbing and horrific fact: The list of names was so long, they couldn't even unravel it all the way.

Let that sink in.

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— THE ANIMATION AND ARTSTYLE USED FOR THE VISUALS

The amazing use of both 2D and 3D elements mixes perfectly with the animation and the art style and it really reminds me of the animation of Into the Spider-Verse. Everything’s an eye candy and wallpaper-worthy. The vibrant colors and the lighting?? The visuals and the background art, they're just so GORGEOUS! Like you can see those little paint brush strokes on some parts of the film. You know the movie’s gonna be good when they apply this kind of style. This movie is an absolute masterpiece. *chef’s kiss*

— THE WORLD BUILDING

OKAAAAY I WILL NEVER GET OVER WITH THE WORLD BUILDING ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY WENT TO THE DARK FOREST— it’s just so hilarious when Puss and Kitty got depressing and dangerous path/terrains while Perrito got the easiest path because he’s a carefree and cheerful pure-hearted therapy dog who sees the positivity in life (despite his sad “funny story” like he said) and it really shows that whoever possesses the Star Map judges the character of those who holds it.

— CHARACTER DESIGN

Can we talk about Goldilocks’ character design? I really, really love how they designed her— like every details of her design reflects the way she got raised by her bear family. You see those mismatched earrings? They resemble Mama Bears different earrings. Her necklaces? Baby Bear also got a chain necklace. And the faint scar she got on her left eyebrow later on? Now it resembles Papa Bear’s scar on his left eye. Okay I love this her golden blonde hair so much. It really fits her name ESPECIALLY her two huge buns resemble like bear ears! Her outfit got dirtied in the dark forest making it look brown, like her family's brown fur plus she got those little fangs omg. She's so cute but she can also kill you. TvT

Jack Horner, okay this chaotic huge man got pink hair and chubby cheeks. He’s got the perks alright? Hear me out, his pink tie resembles an icing piping cream pastry and he got those small printed pies on his purple vest. He BIG.

And finally, this big bad lobo himself and his name is DEATH, like literally. He’s the Grim Reaper of Shrek Universe. His design freaking SLAPS! Oh man, this brooding wolf deadass got the hardest drip for me ngl. The black poncho fits him perfectly for a grim reaper like him. The fact that his eyes always stand out making him look even more intimidating and menacing. We all know that the universal look of Grim Reaper is a skeleton in a long black cloak with his scythe while DreamWorks made Death as a wolf with his signature dual-sickles (likely as a reference for Grim Reaper’s Scythe), for me it’s an interesting detail because his main target was Puss in Boots coming to punish him for recklessly wasting away his past eight lives mainly because he’s a cat, and wolves are known for being a natural predator. Not to mention, he was always there whenever Puss dies. He was so patient enough to finally get to his prey. Another interesting detail of him is the dark part of his fur in his face, donning a skull-like shape because he’s literally the Grim Reaper. Overall, he’s 12/10 for me and my most favorite antagonist so far.

— THE LESSONS BEHIND PUSS IN BOOTS: THE LAST WISH

Sometimes whenever we wish for something that we want, we didn’t realize that thing we were wishing for was already there all along.

Puss himself already learnt his lesson to value his remaining ninth life at the end of the movie because every ounce of moment in our lives are precious and we need to appreciate them fully. We will never know when our time comes. As Perrito said to Puss, having one life in enough.

Sacrificing your personal needs to save someone you truly love and care about. Like how Goldilocks ditched the Wishing Map when she was one way of granting her wish and instead, she helped saving Baby from disappearing to the Star Wall.

...and they lived happily ever after.

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It's sad to see you won't be posting for a while, but it's understandable. Then I will take advantage of:

What if the reader being invited to a dance (whether it's a wedding, in town, or even far, far away) and have a ballad with death?

¿Please?

BTW: I llove how you write, I'm your fan

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[Hope you guys don’t mind but I’ll be starting with the requests that aren't in the modern times first so it wouldn’t be confusing to read, and then I’ll get right on with the modern ones (so there’s some semblance of a timeline). I also didn’t know if you mean the slow and romantic song that you dance to, but that’s what I went with. Y'all can also consider this as an early Valentine’s Day gift from moi]

There was something in the air today. From the moment she woke up, she swore she could hear the happiness and the overall vibrancy of the outside world, tired eyes squinting out the window to see the many decorations the people had put up, the red and pink themes, the hearts, the—

Oh. She thought, looking up at the calendar right above her bedside. Valentine's Day.

Right, she huffed, pushing herself up and only cringing at the pain that wracked through her head. After all that rest, her head still throbbed just as it did the first time The Fates had returned her, a grumble leaving her lips as she rubs at her temples. The pain in her brain was proof enough that she wouldn’t want to be messing with the rest of Muerte’s brothers and sisters ever again, except for Vida, of course, bless her kindness. There was also the mark on the back of her palm, indicating the exchange that she had made and that she owes each one of the Fates a favor.

Standing to her feet, she headed down to the kitchen to fix herself up a quick breakfast. She wondered if she was going to head to the pub today, she’d already closed it down yesterday because of their visit to the Fates, though it would be highly likely that most of the people in town would be too busy preparing for the festival later tonight.

Making herself a quick cup of coffee, she takes a seat on the table, waiting for the water to boil and letting her cheek rest against the cool surface of the table, a breath escaping her.

“Still dizzy?”

Her entire body jerked upwards so fast she would have jumped off the seat had it not been for his hand on her shoulder, feeling his laugh against his chest as she leans back into him in ease, his lips pressing gently on her cheek as his hands kneaded lightly at her shoulders.

“Lo siento, mi Estrella,” He hummed before taking a seat on the empty chair beside her. “What are you up to today?”

“Nothing much,” she gives a tired smile. “Can’t open the pub today since people would be busy the entire day.”

Muerte nods, “Are you going?”

“Of course I am,” she grinned, pushing herself to her feet to turn off the stove, silencing the whistling kettle and pouring its contents into her mug. “Do you want a drink? Coffee? Tea?”

“Tea would be nice,” he replied, and she was quick to grab another mug from her cupboards, fixing his drink up quick before handing it over to him, placing the sugar and milk containers in the middle of the table in case he needed it. He takes a quick sip of his drink, letting her lean against him as she pulls her knees closer to her chest.

“So about your ‘idea’...”

“I already told el gato, and his friends.”

“Damn, I wanted to come with.” She grumbled under her breath, and he chuckled.

“Maybe next time,” he hummed, “But we’ll be taking a boat.”

“How romantic,” she fake swooned, placing a hand on her chest and batting her eyelashes up at him. “Imagine dancing on a boat.”

“Why bother imagining it?” He grins, tilting his head to the side. “There’s a dance tonight, isn’t there? It's not on a boat but you get what I mean.”

Her eyes widened, mouth parting to reply but she couldn’t find the words to confirm it. “I— I was kidding, I don’t want to dance in front of that many people!”

A hand finds its way on top of her knee, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he leans forward to give her a peck on the forehead. “You’ll be great.”

She grabs onto his shoulders, basically pleading up at him. “Please, don’t.”

He gently pries her hands away, pressing a kiss on her knuckles. “Meet me tonight at the center of the town, right before the dance, all right?”

“Muerte,” she repeats his name in a warning tone, and he simply laughs, standing up to his full height. “You’re not going to listen to me, are you?”

“Hmm, no,” he teased, slowly backing up to the front door with a shrug.“Besides, it’s my turn to take you out on a festival date.”

He didn’t even let her get the chance to argue, already out the door and gone by the time she had opened it, being met with a slightly empty street with people looking at her weirdly with the way she had forcefully opened the door.

Giving them an awkward grin, she slithers back to the confines of her home, shutting the door and pressing her back against it with an exhausted sigh.

“Well, there goes my plan to lay down for the rest of the day.”

---

It was a few hours before the dance, and the middle of the town was beautifully decorated with red and pink hearts and roses, all being casted by a warm glow of the fairy lights that hung over their heads. The fountain in the middle was even filled with rose petals, lovers of different ages sat down on the side and embracing the loves of their life. Some people weren’t even with their lovers, some of them were just with their family members or friends, enjoying the festival and enjoying the food stalls set out on the sides. This was a festival everyone is supposed to enjoy, after all, and what better way than to celebrate it by celebrating all kinds of love whether it be familial, platonic, or romantic.

“Señorita (Y/n)?” A familiar voice calls her name through the noise of the music and the crowd, turning her head to the left to see a familiar brown haired boy approaching her, carrying a basket full of pink and red letters in hand.

“Corin?” She gasps, her heart almost falling to her stomach at the sight of him. “Oh stars— you’ve recovered!” She would’ve run over to him and given him a tight hug, but she didn’t want to overreact or get the kid to be weirded out by her too much.

“Yeah! Just yesterday, actually. Papa said that I still shouldn’t be walking around by today, but I wanted to stretch my legs.” He made a show of shaking his legs a bit as he said that, making her let out a laugh at his antics.

“Well, don’t overwork yourself, you’re still recovering after all.” She lets her gaze fall to the basket. “Are those the mystery letters?”

“Yep!” He dipped a hand in the the basket, showing one to her with a mischievous grin, leaning slightly towards her and lowering his voice in a low whisper. “Don’t tell anyone, but I’ve basically read every single one here. I think I might have decreased my lifespan by a few years trying to forget them.”

“Have you tried not snooping in anyone’s business?” She places her hands on her hips.

“I would, but where’s the fun in that?” He grinned, then seemed to remember something and dipped his hand yet again in the basket, scrounging through the letters before finally popping a red one out. “This one's for you!” He winked. “Some guy dropped that off earlier.”

“Did you read it?” She takes it into her hands in suspicion.

“Nooo,” Corin wasn’t even trying to hide the truth. She gives him a warning glare, pulling apart the top of the letter as the boy gives a wide grin. “Alright, I did.”

Taking the paper out of the envelope, she reads its contents, the tenseness easing off her shoulders at the familiar handwriting.

Mi Estrella,

I know I said to come to the town center, but I thought about what you said and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable by having you do something you don’t want to do. So instead, I want you to meet me up the hill, the one where you first drew me.

I know, I know, I can hear you complaining how you already walked to the town square, pero confía en mí. It’ll be worth the walk, I promise. I know you won't be able to resist me anyway.

Yours, M.

She snickered at the familiar words written below, and the mysterious sign off name. He probably knew Corin was reading them and didn’t want the kid to snoop anymore than he already was. When she tucks the letter in her pocket, the boy was grinning teasingly up at her, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

“Stop that,” she huffed, rolling her eyes and shaking her head as Corin laughed.

“Alrighty then, señorita!” He turned, the teasing look still on his face as he waved a hand, “Have a great night!”

“I will!”

“Not too great though! Wear protection!”

She gaped at Corin just as he winked and pointed at her with finger guns before disappearing in the crowd, some of the people giggling at their interaction. The need to shrink into her clothes and disappear grew, a hand coming up to calm the raging heat on her cheeks. That kid is a menace, she thought, turning around and heading to the cliff, curious as to what would await her there.

---

Her breath was caught in her throat.

Standing before her, Muerte stood rolling up the sleeves of the white button up he wore, averting from her gaze as he fixed up his new getup and even unbuttoning the first one at the top, finding it hugging his neck much tighter than he wanted it to.

“So?” He grinned. “Is it worth the walk?”

The place had also been beautifully decorated, the tree was filled with beautiful purple, pink and blue flowers, the place being lit up by fireflies that she didn’t even know how he managed to get to stay still.

“Vida helped,” Muerte added. That would explain the amount of flowers and fireflies that seemed to stay in their place. “I almost got an earful when she heard that I was going to do this wearing my poncho, so—”

“— that would explain the suit?” She grinned, walking towards him with her arms crossed on top of her chest.

He chuckled. “Yes,” He held out an arm for her to take, “But you haven’t answered me yet.”

She reaches up to his collar, bringing him down to her height so she could press her lips against his own, his hands immediately finding their way on her hips and pulling her closer, a low hum pushing from his chest.

Pulling away, she wraps her arms around his neck. “Does that count as an answer?”

“More than you know,” he hummed, then pulled her closer in his arms, a light laugh escaping her lips as they lightly stumbled at their feet. “Now I believe I’m owed a dance?”

“But there’s no music?” She looked up at him, amused as he held her, a hand on the small of her back, keeping her close and pressed against him while the other cradled her hand beside them.

“Do you really think I’d be unprepared?” He grinned, and as if their cue was heard, a beautiful melody began to play from out of nowhere, her brows twitching upward, head turning to look at their surroundings but all she could see was darkness beyond the fireflies that circled them, her heart steadily pounding against her chest.

“Eyes on me,” his voice broke through her panicking thoughts, and her eyes met his own, calm and gentle under the warm lights, his hand squeezing his own in reassurance. “No one’s here but us.”

“But the music—”

He hushed, his hand momentarily letting go of hers to press a finger on top of his lips.

“There’s no one here but us, all right?”

His hand weaved against her own once again, swaying with her to the slow beat of the song.

“No one but us?” She parroted, a small smile tugging up her lips. A soft chuckle escapes him.

“No one but us.”

He twirls her and pulls her back in, her back pressing against his chest, giggling under her breath as she sways slightly in his arms.

“See? You’re a natural,” He spoke, and she had to tilt her head back to grin up at him.

“Only ‘cause you’re leading.”

“Am I?” He teased, letting her pull away to resume their previous position, his hand on her back and holding her hand beside them. “You’re doing wonderful.”

“Thanks,” she smiles up at him, then briefly shifting her gaze downwards to watch their steps. “I’ve never… you know… danced with anyone before.”

“Really? I can’t tell.” He chuckled, and she rolled her eyes playfully at him. “Seriously, you’re doing great.”

“I’ve watched people do it before.”

“Ew.”

She gasped, playfully hitting him in the chest with her mouth gaped in disbelief. “Not like that!”

He laughed, the sound almost echoing in the darkness as he tilted his head backwards, (Y/n) covering her flushed face with a hand while the other kept busy squeezing at his shoulder in annoyance and yet still managing to sway with the beat.

“You’re unbelievable,” She sighed, running her hand down her exasperated face before placing it back on his shoulder, scrunching her face up at him as he winked.

“What are you gonna do? Pin me on the wall?”

The words echoed back at her, familiar and one that she knew all too well. “You can’t just use my words against me, that’s unoriginal.”

“Sue me.”

“Maybe I will,” she poked a tongue out at him. It was nice. The silence. The music. Being alone and dancing with him under the white light of the yellow moon. Placing her head against his chest, he sighs, placing his hand much higher up her back and feeling him rub calming circles there.

“I like this,” she hummed. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she could hear his voice rumbling from within his chest. “Are you tired?”

“No,” she hummed. “Just wondering how you manage to squeeze your time in for me or for doing stuff like this.”

“Time doesn’t affect me much,” there was a shift in the air, and Muerte cursed under his breath. In worry, she pulls away lightly, looking up at him with her brows creased. He looks back down at her apologetically. “I was kidding.” He seemed to glare at the sky as he spoke, and she wondered for a brief moment if Father Time could see the both of them like this, and her thoughts traveled back to the music that echoed around them.

Surprisingly, she doesn’t panic. She doesn’t feel the sudden racing of her heart at the thought of someone watching them. Because right now, there was no one in here but them, and that’s what mattered.

Her eyes shifted away from the darkness that surrounded them, then back up at Muerte who looked down at her expectantly. She smiled, pressing her ears against his chest and once again letting herself get comfortable in his arms.

He chuckled.

They let themselves bask in the silence, not worrying to much if an hour, two, or three, had passed, just keeping one another in their arms.

When (Y/n) opened her eyes, she noticed something she hadn’t really talked much about before, but she found herself smiling at it nonetheless.

“Do you constantly replace it or is it still the same one?” She asked, breaking the silence, Muerte hummed in confusion, and she momentarily pulled away to brush at the lilac flower on his left breast pocket.

“Oh,” He chuckled, “It’s the same one. After that day, Vida did some of her magic on it and, well, it’s an eternal lilac now.”

“Really?” She looked at it in disbelief, then looking up at him with her brows raised. “So… you’ve been wearing the same lilac the entire time?”

“I did promise to make sure that it doesn’t fall off.”

“Damn,” she huffed. “I should’ve stuck with making you wear that flower crown instead.”

“Don’t push it,” He rolls his eyes. She laughed, nodding her head and placing it back on his chest, wrapping her arms around his torso. “Do you want to go home?”

“No,” she replied. “Do you?”

“No.”

“Then let’s stay here,” she sighed. “For a while.”

“Okay,” he pressed a kiss against the top of her head, pulling her closer to him as they swayed away in the night. Until the both of them were exhausted and rested against the trunk of the tree, looking at the stars above and leaning against each other until the other fell asleep.

Hi. I don't usually do requests but I just can't help it. Okay so. Can you make a Immortal! Y/N x Death scenario where they spend their time on a flowery field and Muerte is helping Y/N make flower crowns for the both of them. OR! A scenario where they dance together (If you can add Team Friendship watching, that would be great lol).

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[My stupid ass has been calling it a boat when there's a difference between it and a ship. Mothefucker. I also weaved some plot into this, but I tried to make it as quick as possible so it wouldn't get in the way of what anon wanted.]

"I can't believe we're heading to Far Far Away!" She squealed, jumping on the tips of her toes as she looked over the horizon of the already moving ship. The kingdom was already in sight from where they were, blurred from the slight fog that had settled. She turns to Muerte, who had chuckled at the excitement sparkling in her eyes, walking beside her and leaning against the railings of the ship and eyeing the waves that crashed against the side. The scent of the sea lingered in the air, and there were seagulls squawking overhead as they flew.

"Do you miss it?"

"Huh?" She turns to him, brow arched.

"Far Far Away. You were born there, right?"

"Yeah? …Did I tell you that?" She tilts her head to the side, also leaning on the railings beside him. He answered her question with a nod and she let out a breath of a laugh, clearly not remembering when that had happened at all.

"Well damn, I open up quick, don't I?"

"You do," he grinned. She pokes her tongue out at him, and he flicks her nose in response. "It's a surprise you don't have a therapist yet."

"It's not like I can just go in there and tell them I have a hundred years worth of pain and sadness I need to talk about," she grumbled, rubbing her nose with the flat of her fingers. "Also, you could have worn the suit? It would've helped in not creeping other people out." She eyed the rest of the passengers weirdly looking at them from the corners of their eyes, either with worry or a bit of concern as they passed.

"You just want to see me in it," he nudged her side.

"Maybe I do," she teased back, resting her arms against the railings.

"Well it's for special occasions only."

"Ah, so every day you have with me isn't considered a special occasion?" She places a hand on her chest, a faux look of hurt crossing her face. "You wound me, Muerte."

Rolling his eyes, he playfully shoved her sideways, a gasp escaping her before she shoved him back as hard as she could possibly do, only succeeding in swaying him from where he stood. He laughed, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her closer to his side, feeling her melt into him in defeat.

---

"(Y/n)!" Perrito was the first to greet her, jumping from where he stood in excitement at the sight of them. They had agreed to meet somewhere in the woods (she thinks it was near some sort of swamp? She wasn’t sure, but she could smell the fresh mud from where they were.) But other than that, it was a beautiful place, the trees were tall and the leaves were thick, but not enough to cover the sunlight that made the place look even more alive. She could even see some sort of clearing near a river just behind the three.

"Perrito!" She ran past Muerte and towards the excited puppy awaiting her, letting him jump into her arms in a hug. She didn't stop there, however, also scooping the two cats up her arms, hearing let out groans of complaints as they were wrapped in a tight hug before finally succumbing to it.

"It's so nice to see you guys again," she grinned, carefully placing them down just as Muerte walked up to them.

Puss fixed his hat from his head, giving it a tilt as he grins up at her. "Well that's a welcome I could get used to,"

"Better than being scared the crap outta you, that's for sure." Kitty agreed, her gaze lifting up to Muerte who simply glared back at the cat.

(Y/n) looks up at Muerte with a curious brow arched, and he simply avoids her gaze as he crosses his arms over his chest with a huff, a simple hint of a smile on his lips.

"Old habits die hard," Muerte shrugged, though (Y/n) could tell he was more than amused at the way he had probably scared the crap out of Team Friendship from the amount of times he's visited.

"Oh! I prepared some food for all of us so we don't get hungry while we talk!" Perrito chimed in, turning around and walking to the clearing behind them. Kitty and Puss looked at one another with a shrug, then followed the puppy towards a cute picnic that he had apparently set up.

"I have sandwiches! Tuna fish, chicken, egg— you name it!"

"Thank you! " (Y/n) sits down on the grass accepting one sandwich that Perrito had handed her as Muerte goes and sits right beside her, feeling his leg bumping against her own as he settles down beside her, also curiously looking down at the picnic basket that would've been impossible for the Chihuahua to have brought all by himself.

To his surprise, Perrito also hands him a sandwich, and he takes it into his hands, watching (Y/n) peel the paper wrapper off her own before taking a bite.

"So why are you here instead of the usual creepy visit from Death?" Puss starts, earning a glare from the wolf just as he was about to take a bite off his own sandwich. (Y/n) had to cover her mouth as she snickered.

"I just wanted to visit Far Far Away after such a long time, also, I wanted to be here when we tell you the news."

Perrito gasped, "You're getting married?!"

"What?!" The two cats looked up at them with widened eyes, and even Muerte began to choke on his food, thumping his chest with the side of his fist as he coughed.

"No!" She retorts, letting Muerte lean into her as he regains himself. Kitty and Puss looked at her for answers, while Perrito let out a small 'aw' at the side but paid attention nonetheless. "It's about the thing we hired you for in the first place." She let her voice fall to a hush, even if she was sure that there was no one around for miles and miles on end. This was Far Far Away, after all, and any animal around could easily be a spy from any princess or even the Pied Piper himself.

"Oh, you mean the Fountain of Youth?" Puss chimed in, looking up at her and seeing the look of bewilderment in her face. Puss turns to Muerte, who lets out a sigh as (Y/n) turns to him in a silent question.

"What Fountain of Youth?" She asked, a hard gaze settled on the wolf. Kitty could sense the tension even right before Puss had spoken, grabbing onto Puss and Perrito’s wrist and tugging them away.

"We'll give you some space to talk," Kitty said, leading her boys away from the scene and back somewhere into the forest, she glanced at their disappearing form, Perrito giving a wave that eased the tension away just the slightest before she turned back to Muerte.

"Why are they looking for the Fountain of Youth?"

"They're not looking for it," Muerte starts, "The Fountain of Youth has long disappeared."

She stays silent, letting him explain what he needed to.

"That's one of the Fountain's specialties. It's like a living thing. It knows its magic can do more harm than good so it tries to find a way where no one could try and take a part of it."

The riddle echoes in her head. 'What you seek has once been sought, and when it has, the lines get crossed. So it seeks to find where others could not, to keep it safe and it's magic unfraught.'

"What does that have to do with me?"

Muerte looked into her eyes, then took a hold of her hand, letting his thumb trace against the back of her palm, eyeing the mark of The Fates' embedded to her skin.

"When the Fountain is found, it does its best to make sure it never does so again. So the only way it does that is to… change its form whenever someone manages to use its magic."

"It was the Fountain of Youth for over a millenia, which is why most people know of it as such. But it's also been the tree of immortality, the river of life, the elixir of immortality and so on. Constantly changing it's form and where it's located so no one would be able to use it because when they do—"

" —the lines get crossed, " she cuts him off, and he gives her hand a squeeze as he nodded his head. "You think I'm the new form of the Fountain?"

"'No one makes an immortal also indestructible, unless their blood is more than valuable." Muerte recites the last thing the Fates had said.

"But that doesn't make any sense? It's always been a tree or a fountain or something with water in them, right? Why would it think of being an actual human?" She tugs her hand away from his own, and pushing herself to her feet to pace, hear head stirring from all the information that she was taking in. "Also, I was born into this world, how do you explain that? How does the Fountain of Youth turn into a human that's been born by a human woman?"

"I don't know, " Muerte stands to his feet, calming her down by placing both his hands onto her shoulders and letting her look up at him. "And we might never actually know, seeing that we can't ask your mother. But it's what makes sense right now. The Fountain has always tried to make sure that any human would have difficulty in getting to it. And what's more difficult than trying to cut indestructible skin? " His hands trail down to her arms, tracing patterns against the soft flesh. "What's more difficult than killing a life just so you could prolong your own?"

"Not a lot of people would find that difficult, honestly," she sighed, leaning forward to rest her aching head against his chest, shutting her eyes in hopes it would help ease the pain, Muerte placing gentle pats on her head. "So if I'm the new form of the Fountain. What are you getting Team Friendship to do?"

She could hear Muerte snickering at the name, "If that is true, the only way to find out is to see if they can find Excalibur again. Jack Horner had used it, but there’s no doubt someone already found it and sold it for some quick gold. And if it's the only sword that can cut you… well, then we'll know. "

"Why would it be able to cut me?" She pulls apart from him and he takes her by the hand, leading her into a spot in the clearing he had spotted earlier with more flowers than usual, getting her to sit beside him in the grass as he continues.

"It was made to kill anything, and if I'm not mistaken, the reason why the Fountain of Youth had changed form to the river of life was because they had used some of its water in making the sword itself. It's mostly the reason why anyone who wields it is safe from death."

She processes that information, her fingers weaving through the petals of the flowers beneath them. Muerte watches her take the flowers in her hand, lightly plucking them, careful as to not bring too much damage to the stem when she does, placing some of them in her lap before beginning to weave them together.

Without thinking too much of it, he plucks some flowers off the ground too, handing it to her when the supply in her lap had run out.

"Are you alright?" He asks after a prolonged silence, and she sighed, not taking her eyes off the flowers she was weaving.

"Yeah," she breathes out. "It's just a lot of information to take in." She holds up the one she's managed to weave so far, it wasn't big enough to wrap around someone's head, and she turns to him, asking him to lean downward which he does so hesitantly, letting her measure how long she needed to make to be able to wrap it around his head.

"Are you really making me another flower crown?" He asks, still plucking out flowers for her when she asks for it.

"I'm making flower crowns for everyone," she grinned, "Then we can continue the picnic and actually get along with one another. "

Muerte huffs, rolling his eyes. He could see Team Friendship in the background, leaning against a tree and seeming to be watching them from afar.

He glanced down at the crown she was currently weaving, a grin tugging up his face.

"Don't you think it would be better if all of us were here? I mean, Team Friendship is right there, they could make their own flower crowns."

"That's a great idea!" She immediately hands him the unfinished flower crown, taking it into his hands carefully as she pushes herself up to her feet, brushing away the dirt on her legs before sprinting over to the three. He knew that Perrito would be the one to agree, and when that happens, Puss and Kitty wouldn't be able to say no to what the puppy wanted them to do.

And now he watches with amusement as (Y/n) drags the three towards where he sat.

She didn't even bother taking her previously started flower crown back, deciding on starting a new one so she could teach the three how to properly do it the way that Vida had taught her how to.

He followed in on her instructions sooner or later. It was better than doing nothing, after all. Besides, he wasn't just going to leave behind an unfinished flower crown.

It didn't take long before Puss and Kitty had finished making theirs, swapping with one another and even laughing as they realized that what they made were far too big and looped around their necks instead. Perrito had finished first and had his own sat directly at the top of his head, even faking an accent as he claimed to be the 'flower queen', Puss and Kitty curtseying before falling into fits of laughs and giggles.

(Y/n) turns away from the scene to Muerte, eyeing the still unfinished flower crown in his much too big hands.

"Here, let me help," she takes her hands into his own, helping him loop the stem around the other ones before plucking another flower up from the ground.

The sound of guitar strings being plucked made their heads turn to the right, seeing Puss sitting down from afar (Where he was sure Muerte couldn't grab him), playing a guitar in his arms, giving the both of them a knowing wink before continuing to play.

"Don't look at me like that," Puss huffed as Muerte glared daggers into him. "It was Perrito's idea!"

The wolf's glare only deepened, (Y/n) laughing in front of him as she continued to weave the flower crown he held.

"Ladies, please, let's just enjoy the music," Kitty shrugs, walking back to their group with the unfinished sandwiches in hand, handing them to (Y/n) and Muerte, leaning against (Y/n) before grinning up at her. "He knows how to hit someone in the head with that instrument as much as he knows how to play it."

The music abruptly stops, and the two laugh loudly at Puss' unamused glare. Muerte simply watches (Y/n) return to her focus on the crown, eventually taking it away from his own to securely tie it together. She lifts it up, and he lets out a slight huff, already knowing what she was going to do and ducking down to let her place it atop his head. It fit just enough for it not to squish his ears, and when he looked back down at her, she had placed her own on her head.

Puss was still playing the guitar in the background, sometimes humming out a melody as Perrito and Kitty swayed together, the puppy giggling whenever Kitty decided to playfully poke at his sides.

"They're a happy family, aren't they?" She mumbled under her breath, leaning her head against his shoulder as they watched the three from where they sat. "It's nice that they found each other, they're an unlikely bunch and yet here they are. Do you think they'll be sticking together until the end?"

Muerte chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist. "They made it this far, I doubt they'd think of losing one another now."

She melts into his warmth, not caring how Kitty and Perrito hooted at them to join them on the dance and even letting out a laugh as Puss tried so hard to hush the two.

"We'll stay here, thank you!" She yells back at Kitty.

"Okay, lovebirds!" The cat teased back, and she promptly rolled her eyes with a grin.

She could get used to this.

(Again, I'm making a lot of this shit up, so don't mind the Fountain of Youth changing forms or Excalibur being made differently from how it was actually done.)

URGENT

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