Death's disciple?
You don't really understand what he means by that, but the man with red horns apparently knows you, or at least he acts like it and he feels...
"H-elp...me..."
"...ugh. Fuck, fine."
...familiar...
In a strange sense, there are images and memories flashing you, although not always with horns.
Images of him, overlapping in your mind with different ages, different looks, in a suit, in a shirt, with priest robes like he wears now, in a blue sweater-
"...you shouldn't be here, kid. I'm not a fucking good influence. I'm not a good fucking guy. I hurt people-"
"...I don't care...just don't hurt me..."
Memories of you covered in dirt, how he carried you in his arms, making you feel save, making you feel scared, his hands leaving bruises on you and caressing you, washing the dirt off of you and giving you food and the longer you looked at him the more you were sure...
"I love you, Jonathan..."
"...don't fucking say that."
"I think I...love you..."
"You don't know what you're fucking talking about."
"I love you-!"
"No you fucking DON'T!"
"I love you, Jonathan-"
"I know...but you really fucking shouldn't, (y/N)-"
(y/N).
My name is (y/N).
Your eyes widen at the memory and suddenly you know who he is, the man just taking another puff as you follow after him, staring up at him and he wears a ring on his left horn you remember putting on because he said he doesn't do marriages and you said it's just a ring then because it's not around his ring finger-
And you remember doing that over and over again, never where it belonged but where he accepted it, a ring that he could wear on his horn, around his neck on a necklace, never on his finger because he never wanted to marry even though it might've been there as well-
"I don't do marriages. I'm not marrying you."
"...it's not a marriage...it's just a ring..."
...and you remember the pain...
"No - no no no - Johnathan - please - please don't leave me - please don't leave-"
"...Johnathan...?"
"Please - PLEASE NO - !!!"
...whenever he died.
"Save me"
"Save me..."
"...save me..."
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Death's Apprentice (Phil/Schlatt/Wilbur/Foolish/Dream x Reader)
FanfictionThere are certain sets of laws and rules of the world that he has to follow. He may never save. He may never favour. He may never love. And Death broke all of them. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- In this...
