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not-krys · 11 months

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Bittersweet

Rating: Teen Pairing: Lucifer x Miriam (OC) Summary: Miri brings Lucifer some coffee Notes: Nightbringer-flavored Obey Me but nothing really spoilery here aside from the premise of MC being brought back to the past; based loosely on the Devilgram story in the 'Healing Lucifer' card and the chat Bittersweet with Lucifer in the original game; angst-flavored; emotional hurt and comfort; guess it could technically count as unrequited love? Or its unrequited love that used to be requited but isn't right now because of Nightbringer's timey-wimey shenanigans? Requited that becomes unrequited and then requited again? Idk. WC: 1977

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Miri knew better than to directly say no to Lucifer when he all but commanded her to come to his room. Had they been in their proper time and selves, maybe Lucifer would have been softer on her and she could placate him with some coffee and an apology, but this time's Lucifer… He was younger, fresh from the Celestial Realm and the pain that came from his fall.

And she was a stranger to him. Memories that filled her heart didn't exist in his yet. Days filled with happiness and with tears, all nestled within her, now she held onto these precious moments alone.

Reminiscing while making some coffee for him as an apology for refusing orders, she remembered how she had made him a cup with different beans than usual and how he teased her about how much she must love him, to give him something so unpleasant to the tongue. When she had tried to apologize, he only laughed, telling her that the beans were Hell Coffee Beans. They were supposed to taste bitter because when one prepares them for someone they're fond of, it brings out the bitterness of the bean, thus why he could guess that she cared a lot about him because of how biting his coffee tasted. He then made a point to drink every last drop in the cup, drinking up all of her feelings, he said. Her cheeks warmed at the memory.

Now, however, she had to contend with him barely knowing her or how much she cared for him and his brothers. Plus she had blatantly ignored his order to see him by going and playing video games with Mammon and Levi, so she didn't have a lot of points in her favor.

Thankfully, there were no magical coffee beans in the pantry this time, so she wouldn't have to deal with embarrassment of another accidental confession, or possibly more of his wrath if he didn't know about the amorous Hell Coffee Beans yet.

Instead, she made a regular coffee, black, nothing sweet or creamy, just the way he liked it. At least, how she knew he liked it from her time. Would this time's Lucifer still like his coffee black as his new (to him) wings?

Just in case, she brought along some creamer and sugar set aside, in case he wanted it. Just in case, just in case, she told herself.

She walked on eggshells towards the familiar door, the carpeted path just as she remembered it. She knocked softly, closing her eyes and clenching her teeth, waiting for that old booming voice to yell or scold her, as it had so many times since she had come here, both here in the past and in her present.

Instead, there was no response. No 'come in, attendant' or even a grunt to acknowledge he'd heard her.

"…Lucifer?" she tried, her voice soft and timid, an apology ready on her tongue.

No response.

She took in a calming breath, steadying herself in case he did want to yell at her, and pushed the door open, the familiar sight of looming bookshelves and a roaring fire almost bringing tears to her eyes.

The long hours she had spent in this room, listening to music with Lucifer, talking the night away, sometimes falling asleep on his shoulder if she had been tired enough, and even the rare occasion where he would nap on her shoulder instead. She bit her lip, pushing down the heartache that was surfacing against her will.

Deep breaths, she told herself, deep breaths. Might have been a bad idea as she still had hot coffee in her hands, the bitter smell tickling her nose and making her wince.

Miri looked around the room, finally spying the eldest of the demon brothers, sitting in a chair with his red gloved hand cradling his face, eyes closed in slumber. The scowl was still present on his face, yet it was softened in his rest, the corners of his mouth just turning up to give him the softest of smiles.

She then saw the piles of papers at the table in front of him, all having to do with the future building of RAD, the one she and all of them loved so much in the future. There was a sort of energy and excitement flowing through her, seeing the very beginnings of what would change her life forever. Something that she wouldn't have seen in her natural lifetime.

Still, the old familiar bitterness settled over her as she was reminded of her situation. She wasn't one of the founders of RAD. She probably shouldn't be seeing any of this. She shouldn't even be interfering with this time. She shouldn't even be here at all.

Yet despite what her head told her, she couldn't stay away from her brothers, from Lord Diavolo and Barbatos. She loved them too much to stay away. Couldn't stand not helping them.

Instead, she set the coffee cup down, taking in deep breaths again. She refused to start crying again. She had already cried enough for a few lifetimes here, wiping at her eyes just to be sure there wasn't any dampness on her cheeks.

That moment, she heard the familiar rumble of the Avatar of Pride, his deep crimson and black eyes zeroing on her, the sleep heavy in his voice.

"You're late."

She kept her back to him, making a show of straightening up the papers.

"Sorry, I was busy."

"You were playing video games with Mammon and Leviathan."

"I had already promised them that I would. And I don't like breaking promises already made."

Lucifer grumbled and rubbed his forehead, letting out a deep sigh.

"No matter."

He stood, towering over her, and raised an eyebrow.

"You brought coffee?"

"As an apology. I did blatant ignore you to play video games with the others. I figured you'd be less angry if I had something to make up for my transgression."

"Hmph." Lucifer smirked, reaching for the steaming mug. "You didn't add any sugars or creams?"

"I wasn't sure what you liked," Miri said after a pause, holding up the creamer and sugar, "so I brought some with me."

"You didn't bring any coffee for yourself?"

"N-not a big fan." Instead, Miri had a small cup of water. She didn't live at the House of Lamentation currently, and it was getting on in the night. She didn't want to be bouncing off the walls around Solomon. Definitely not.

To her surprise, Lucifer threw his head back and drank the coffee, adding no sugar or cream, shaking his head as he swallowed. Miri gasped.

"Y-you could have added in the-"

"Don't need it." he coughed, taking some measured sips now.

Miri sighed in relief, taking some sips of her water.

"Does it… taste alright?"

"It tastes like coffee." he said bluntly, though his lip turned up slightly. "For someone who claims to not 'be a big fan,' you sure know how to make a strong cup."

"I made it like that for…for someone who liked it that way." Miri explained, "he… he liked it strong and bitter."

"He, huh." His lip corner lifted higher. "He must care a lot for you, to be able to take something so acidic and not complain about it."

Miri froze, lowering her head, looking at her shoes, a gift from him ages ago. Her pink bangs hid her eyes, her lip taken between her teeth.

"He… he loved bitter coffee, especially when I made it. Always complimented it."

Lucifer blinked, his eyebrows raising in confusion as Miri's came closer together.

"A strange thing to be complimented on."

"He was a strange one." Miri almost choked on her words. "But… that's…that's neither here nor there."

She raised her head, swallowing hard, putting on the bravest smile she could manage.

"But, you seem to like it that way too. I'm glad."

Lucifer started, watching as a sliver of dampness slid down her brown cheek. He frowned.

"You may not realize it, but you always have the saddest look on your face whenever you look at my brothers… especially when you think no one is looking."

He reached across to her, his gloved hand soaking up her solitary tear.

"Is looking after them that painful to you? I can do something if-"

"No, they just…" she swallowed, "they remind me of… of my family."

Lucifer's eyes widened.

"We… got separated. They're somewhere far… far away. Somewhere I can't reach them. I don’t know when… or if, I can see them again."

More of her tears started falling, the glow of the nearby fire making them like falling amber gems. Lucifer kept his hand on her cheek, rubbing it gently with his thumb.

"I miss them so much, Lucifer," she choked out, taking a tight hold of his wrist, "And they're… they're so far away and I can't… I can't…"

She hid her face against his chest. Lucifer breathed in sharply, relaxing only after a few of her sobs escaped.

"I'm sure they miss you too." he said quietly, "losing one's family is never easy, especially with the possibility of never seeing them again."

Her tears fell faster, making her bury her face further into him. Lucifer rubbed her back, trying to calm her sobs.

"I'll talk to Lord Diavolo tomorrow. About searching for your lost family. It distresses my brothers whenever they see you miserable and anxious. And myself as well."

Miri sobbed harder, glad that he was willing to help, but she knew it would be a fruitless endeavor. All Lucifer could do was hold her and rub her back affectionately.

"She was a crybaby too," he muttered to himself, "and a big troublemaker, just like you. Do you cry this much for your 'him'?"

He pulled her onto the nearby couch, letting her curl in his lap, keeping her face in his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair, the pink strands catching on his gloves.

He didn't know how long he held the small creature in his arms (and most certainly didn't think how comfortably she fit in his arms), just that her sobs eventually did calm down to soft hiccups, still refusing to face him however. He rubbed her hair again.

"Stay tonight." he commanded softly. "you're in no shape to go out on your own. I'll inform Solomon you're staying here tonight."

He glanced at his D.D.D on the far table.

"You'll have to get up so I can reach my D.D.D."

He received no answer aside from soft snores. Lucifer chuckled.

"You're refusing direct orders again, attendant."

She still gave him no answer, only cuddling closer to him in response.

"You're being astonishingly affectionate towards me in spite of loving someone else, I hope you're aware. You would be making your strange coffee lover jealous, I'm sure."

He pulled her closer, moving her head so it rested more comfortably on his shoulder.

"I say that, yet I can't help but feel jealous myself, that someone else holds your heart so tightly instead of me. It's a strange feeling, attendant."

He looked at the blazing fire, lost in thought.

"Why do you evoke these feelings inside of me? Is there something I'm missing here? Some secret I'm not privy to?"

The fire crackled loudly, the amber glow reflecting in his eyes. He sighed, defeated.

"You will reveal your secrets to me, Miriam," he rested his cheek on her head, finding her hair pleasantly soft to his touch, "One way or another, I'll find a way. To get you to talk. To tell me all your secrets. To stop that pitifully depressed look on your face. To see your true smile. To see you happy again."

He closed his eyes once more, letting out a soft sigh.

#krys's adventures in fanfiction #obey me #shall we date: obey me #lucifer (obey me)#obey me oc #miriam (oc)#nightbringer obey me flavored #cw: emotional hurt and comfort #angst with a somewhat happy ending #also happy bday lucifer #I seem to have a bad habit of doing angst-flavored stories for certain favs of mine #whoops

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