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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.

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