Lucifer

                                    

                                          
Requested by: NFMAH_123
                          
Thanks for requesting I hope this is fine. Sorry if it is a bit shorter, but I don't have much time at the moment.:(
Hope you all like this!
                          
Trigger warning! This is a Lucifer x depressed/emotionless reader. Has the topic of suicide in it, so if you are not comfortable with this pls skip this part. 
                          
When you found out that you were going to the exchange program you didn't even know how to feel about this. Your life here was not as great as you hoped it would be. In school everyone seemed to turn your back on you. The few friends you had also at some point left you. Of course you hoped that it would get better during the exchange, but there was this feeling inside you that it would be no different. 
                          
Upon arriving you gave your best to smile. Maybe they wouldn't hate you like the others do, if you wouldn't let them know how you really felt. A smile always seemed to make people more friendlier towards you. And again you were sure they wouldn't understand that it is hard to show how you truly felt. Every emotion you showed seemed to be a fake mask at some point. But you couldn't let them see.
                          
Your hopes were not fullfilled. You felt like a burden to everyone around here. It was getting harder to keep smiling at them. Time passed, but nothing changed...
                          
A few months later after ypu told the others you'd go to sleep you couldn't take it anymore. You just didn't want to do this anymore. You felt like a failure. They never really understood how you really felt. You thought maybe during the exchange you may find joy again. But nothing came. "The smile I gave them, do they even care about me? No one ever noticed my true face behind that stupid smiling mask of mine." You thought. Your expression was blank. No sign of fear as you looked at the blade in your hand. This is enough, you didn't want to pretend anymore. 
                          
Without wasting time the knife was pointing at your stomach. You raised your hand, readying to bury the blade in your stomach. 
                          
Your eyes closed as you took one last breath. With force your hand went down, to stab yourself. The incoming pain was all you expected at the moment...
                          
But it never came. Opening your eyes again, you also felt a pressure on your wrist. In front of you stood the avatar of pride, stopping your hand from moving any further. Without saying a word he raised your hand and in a swift movement took the knife away. With ease he broke it between his leather gloved hands, letting the crumbs fall down, as well as disappearing to dust. 
                          
Carefully he looked at your arms. The scars and wounds were unmistakeable from yourself. Sorrow filled his eyes looking deep into your eyes. 
                          
You didn't even know what to say to this. Suddenly your eyes started burning. Hot tears prickled down your cheek as Lucifer pulled you closer. 
                          
He gave you a warm hug, holding you securely against his body. His hand stroked your hair in a comfortable manner. The other hand that held yours was lifted to his face. Examing the scars on your arm again he started kissing them. It was a simple yet sweet act of him. Even if he couldn't heal them, it was kind of making you feel better. Feel wanted. His hand then went from you hair onto your cheek, brushung the tears with his thumb away. His face leaned in closer and you could feel his breath fanning over your lips. Then they finally met. Though the kiss was a bit rough, it was lovingly and passionate. Just then it suddenly felt like a jolt going through your body. A small pain came from all your scars and they started to glow. Distracting you he kissed you rougher and pulled you closer.
                          
After a while he let go and looked deeply into your eyes.
For a moment you just enjoyed being with him. Suddenly it dawned you. For years you haven't been able to feel anything at all. And just now it felt like every emotion was running through your body. Looking at your arms all the scars and wounds were gone. He picked you up in his arms and carried you into his bedroom and layed you into his bed to crawl in next to you. There again he held you in a warm embrace.
                          
" (Y/N), I can understand if you don't want to talk about it now. But I just want to make sure you are safe. Just stay with me, please.", he said while soothingly running his fingers through your hair. 
                          
" I can't understand. Why don't you leave me like the rest? I just don't want to pretend I am happy anymore." you started explaining. Tears stained your face again so you buried it into his chest. He shushed you. " You don't need to pretend. I will help you forget those others and I will make sure they learn for what they did to you. But now just stay by my side. I am here for you to make you feel better." With that he kissed you again before you drifted into sleep while he held you. Maybe one person was finally able to understand you.




                          
I am so sorry if this didn't turn out good. It's my first time doing this kind of story. In fact this was my first request ever. So I hope you still enjoyed reading this! ^-^