Identity V stuff (Requests Are Open)

Have some more Orpheus x (female) Reader [TW]

[A/N: Trigger warning! This story contains the subject of suicide, intrusive thoughts, and abuse. So... yeah. Also, in case my best friend reads this, don't worry- it's just a request, I'm good bro.]

Requested by @hanapl1

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You were tired. So, so fucking tired. Not physically, but... mentally. You were currently standing on a building's roof, looking down at the road. The asphalt never looked so soft, especially with all the puddles the rain decided to make. To tell the truth, you were terrified. All those "What if" thoughts going through your head, but... they never made sense. You spent all your life running away from people- from your mother, from your siblings, from your boyfriend... Is there any chance of safety for you? There was only one person who made you feel safe, and currently he was getting over a memory loss. 

Poor Orpheus... He always let you stay over at his place whenever you felt unsafe, always treated your wounds, one time even punched your boyfriend after seeing him trying to choke you... If you could only say goodbye to him. But he might not even remember you, so maybe you don't have to? 

You took a step closer to the edge, taking a deep breath. It'll be fast. You probably won't feel pain, because of the whole being dead thing, but... honestly, you wish you couldn't feel pain. 

That's when the sound of a door opening cut your train of thoughts.

"[Y/N]?" A familiar voice came from behind you. "Please tell me you're not going to jump."

You turned around to see Orpheus. Wasn't he supposed to be resting at home? Not to mention, have a memory loss?

"What... Why are you here?" You said, trying not to crack down.

"I live in this building, in case you forgot. I saw you running up here and I was worried." Orpheus replied. "The real question is why are YOU here?"

You both knew that he knows the answer. He could see that in your eyes. You immediately burst into tears, slowly sitting down and trying not to look at him. "[Y/N]!" He said, running and picking you up from the floor. You held onto him, sobbing quietly. "Look, it's getting cold." Orpheus said. "Let's go to my place, okay?". You nodded, as he carried you down to his apartment in the fourth floor. He locked the door behind you two and put you on the couch in the living room. The apartment was warm, and the smell of coffee filled the air. He grabbed a blanket from his bedroom and wrapped it around you. He then went to the kitchen, poured himself a cup of black coffee, and made you a cup of chamomile tea. He handed you your cup and sat down next to you. 

"I'm... I'm sorry to bother you, Orpheus." You said after taking a sip from your tea. "You should be resting now, I-"

"Trust me, I wouldn't be able to sleep if you were dead." Orpheus replied. 

He took a sip from his coffee and sighed.

"I'm not going to ask what were you thinking, because I can already tell." He said. "You're in pain. Too much pain. You feel like death could be the only escape you have from all that toxicity around you. You feel like it wouldn't matter to anyone anyways."

"You're good." You said.

"Death is not the answer, [Y/N]." Orpheus said. "And I'm not going to call you selfish, because I understand that you couldn't really think about anyone else at that moment, but... you could've just knocked on my door."

"But your memory loss-"

"Trust me, I'd still let you in even if I forgot you." Orpheus replied. "I mean, look at you! You clearly need someone to talk to."

He looks into your eyes. That's when you realise that he was truly worried about you. He doesn't make eye contact very often, so... that was surprising. 

"Please," he said. "Just tell me what's wrong."

You put your cup down on the table and held onto the blanket. 

"I'm scared, Orpheus." You said. "I really want to leave Kyle, but... I'm scared he'll hurt me even more. I'm already getting myself in trouble being here, but I don't care. It fucking hurts and-"

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close.

"When does he go to work?" Orpheus asked you.

"8:30 to 14:20." You replied. 

"And you still have the keys to his apartment?" Orpheus asked.

"Yeah." You replied.

"Write me a list of your stuff and give me your keys." Orpheus said. "You're moving here now."

Your eyes widened up.

"What?" You asked. 

"Look, obviously you're in danger living with him." Orpheus replied. "And we both know you can't afford a house, so... you can move in with me."

"But-"

"Look, we're not even telling him where are you going." Orpheus said. "Also, if you want, I could vandalise the place."

You rest your head on his chest, not noticing the way his cheeks turned red. 

"Thanks, Orpheus." You said. "You're a sweetheart."

He chuckled.

"It's okay, [Y/N]." He said. "You're safe now."

Your eyes slowly closed as you began to drift off to sleep. Orpheus just watched you, happy that you're still alive with him.