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It was late at night, not that the never brightening sky gave any indication of that. Y/n was woken up then immediately dragged out of her bed and downstairs by an equality tired Beelzabub. She, along with the other members of the House of Lamentation, stood in a semicircle around a fuming Lucifer as he started to yell about… something. y/n’s ears felt like they were stuffed with cotton as she stood, dead to the world, hugging herself close and rubbing her eyes, failing to fully pull herself from sleep. Mammon found himself in a similar state of exhaustion. He stood opposite to her, clad only in a pair of sweatpants, staring off into space until his eyes landed on y/n and he froze.
Disregarding his brother he spoke with a one track mind, “y/n?”
The human in question looked up through tired, half lidded eyes, “Hm?”
“Is- is that my shirt?” At that all the brothers went silent and glaced between the two. She wore a large shirt that fell off one of her bare shoulders, long enough to skirt along her thighs. Wool thigh highs warmed her legs, uneven from sleep.
She shrugged, closing her eyes as she leaned back onto the warmth of Beel to doze off again, “It was in my room, free reign.”
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She knew what had been happening for the last few weeks, she isn’t stupid. Shirts, sweaters, sweatshirts, and jackets had been appearing in her room only to “disappear” about a week later when she had worn it around the common areas enough to the satisfaction of the demon who had “left” the article of clothing. She had of course indulged each brother for her own greed. Large, warm, comfortable clothing and adorable reactions in exchange for what? Acting a little dumber than usual? A worthy trade.
Based on the reaction of each demon and the overall style of each cloth she had no trouble telling who it belonged to. So far Mammon had left the most amount of clothing, his large shirts being a common occurence to find draped across her desk chair at this point. Beelzabub, surprisingly, came second. The Avatar of Gluttony figured out her personal preferences the quickest, his large hoodies and jackets swallowing her up in their miles of fabric. Asmodeus came in third. He gave her sheer and/or questionable pieces of clothing that she wouldn’t even imagine wearing out; however, seeing his and the other brothers reactions to it made her a little more inclined to prance around for an hour or two. Belphegor had given her a few pieces of his own, being the most honest of all of them by handing them to her face-to-face and saying that he was “lending” them to her. Last but not least, Leviathan gifted her, permanently, one of his blue and black sweatshirts near the beginning of this whole ordeal. He had been angry at all his other brothers for, as she had heard him mutter under his breath, “hogging the human all to themselves”. She made sure to wear that every few days, just in case.
She wasn’t surprised that the remaining two brothers, Satan and Lucifer, had not left any clothing for her to find. Y/n doubted Lucifer’s pride would even allow him to think about giving her a piece of his own clothing. Even if it did y/n was pretty sure that nothing would prompt him into acting upon it. He had seen her in all the clothing her brothers had “lent” her and he had reacted the least out of everyone, a simple eyebrow raise at even the most questionable articles of Asmo’s. Whereas she knew Satan was one of the most organized of the brothers and he knew y/n knew that. He knew that if one of his shirts or similar ended up in her room she would have known it would have been on purpose. He wasn't even in her room that often. That's why, after getting back from a long day at RAD she had been more than surprised to see a certain yellow sweater draped delicately across her bed.
Carefully picking up the beloved sweater, as though she could break it like glass, y/n smiled and thought to herself,
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Satan strolled into the common area on his way to the kitchen, his nose buried in a book as always. A soft noise from one of the couches made him look up only to freeze mid stride. Curled up on the couch, asleep, was y/n; a book he had lent her open next to her lax hand. Turquoise eyes couldn’t help but flick across each inch of her. She wore his sweater as a gown, given how tall he was compared to her. The deep v of the collar exposing the entrancing swell of her breasts and the bottom edge of it had long since moved to expose her bare hip. Her stocking clad feet curled under her and hid everything that they needed to.
Satan stopped and stared at her for a long while, debating if taking a picture would be overstepping too much. Absent-mindedly he whispered to himself, “I should have gotten over myself sooner, this is worth it.”
“What are you talking about, brother?” Satan turned around, coming face to face with Lucifer, scowling at the thought of his brother seeing y/n like this. She wore it for him, it was his sweater.
“Nothing you need to know,” He sneered back, closing his book and tucking it under his arm, “And be quiet, one of our house mates are sleeping, be considerate.” Without another word he stepped out of the room, making his way into the kitchen as he had previously wanted.
Lucifer watched his brother go before finally looking at what had captured his attention. The eldest choked on his own spit when he took in the human’s appearance. Looking at anything other than the girl still sleeping on the couch he composed himself again. Standing back up straight he unclipped the cape from his shoulders and carefully draped it across her body. Telling himself it was to keep her warm, he would never admit to himself that it was because he didn’t want anyone else to see her like this.
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The next day y/n slammed her door closed after a longer day than usual, she hadn’t stepped back into her room since she had woken up this morning. With it being a Friday she was already tired from RAD but Asmodeus had decided to drag her on a shopping spree right after class had gotten out. The shopping spree led to her getting entangled in another one of Mammon’s money making schemes and finally, after 16 hours of being gone she was able to step back into her room again. Dropping her shopping bags next to her dresser she took a deep breath, basking in the silence of the night. Ignoring her own want to lay down on her bed and pass out immediately she stepped into her bathroom to take a shower and get ready for bed.
Stepping out of her bathroom she finally noticed the shirt folded neatly on her bed. With closer inspection her eyebrows shot up in surprise. It was a crisp, clearly ironed, black button up. Through all the pieces of clothing she had gotten none of them have ever been folded and she had never gotten a button up.
“Lucifer…” She whispered to herself, a smile slowly making its way onto her lips.
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The next morning she woke up to a soft knock on her door, Beelzabub’s voice drifting in from behind the wood, “Y/n? Lunch is ready.”
Rolling over in her bed she picked up her DDD from it’s charger, blinking at the time, “I’ll be down in a minute, Thank you Beel.” She listened to the orange haired brother’s steps fade out with a small smile. The brothers learned not to wake her up before Lunch on the weekends after she didn’t talk to Mammon for a week straight for waking her up at 8am. Reluctantly she sat up, dragging her feet to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Catching sight of herself in the mirror she perked up, remembering her excitement for today.
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Each of the brothers sat at the dining room table just beginning to eat as y/n stumbled into the room, rubbing her eyes from sleep, “Mornin’.”
“Ya know, stupid human, you always say that but it never really is- HOLY SHIT!” Mammon swore when he looked over at the human.
“Mammon, that is not proper language to be used at the dining table-” looking up from the paperwork that sat next to his plate he was stunned silent as he watched y/n climb onto the seat across from him, at the other head of the table.
She almost basked in the stares she was getting, masking her smile with a yawn as she tucked her feet underneath her. She moved food onto her plate, letting their eyes linger. She wore the black button up as a nighty, letting it slide off her left shoulder to show the top half of her black lace bra and move up and down every time she stepped to show peaks of her matching panties. Every time she moved her left arm the cloth slid along it, giving the brothers a view of more exposed skin.
“-oys. Boys?” Y/n’s voice knocked each of the demons out of their staring, “Can someone pass me the salt?”
Satan reacted the fastest, grabbing the salt from in front of him, elbowing Levi harshly beside him to pass the salt to Beel so the Avatar of Gluttony could give it to the half dressed human sitting with them.
“Thank you~.”