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Remembering You - Part 1

Pairings: Lucifer x You

Word Count: 2,886

Warnings: None yet :)

Author’s Note: Sorry this was a little later than I promised, but I hope you all like it! Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!

You had known the Winchesters for years. Hell, you had all but grown up with Dean and even regarded Sam as a pseudo-younger brother. Bobby had raised you after both your parents had been killed on a hunt and though he tried his best to keep you from the life, you had become a Hunter all the same. You could see the blame in his eyes every time you came home bloody or broken, but you assured him that this was what you wanted. You could never imagine yourself doing anything else. You loved the life.

A few years after Bobby died, the Winchesters had invited you to stay at the bunker with them and you took them up on it. For the most part, you now hunted with them instead of alone, but sometimes you went off by yourself. And it was on one of these solo escapades that Lucifer escaped his Cage for the second time, hitching a ride in Castiel, your resident angel. Of course you had no idea that he wasn’t Cas. Lucifer was just using him as a vessel. So when you thought you were asking Cas for help with researching a new case, it was really Lucifer.

You hadn’t suspected a thing and had actually been getting along with “Cas” better than you ever had before. You had never had problems with the angel, but he could be a stick in the mud and you actually possessed a sense of humor, so you had never really vibed. That afternoon, to your pleasant surprise, you had been laughing and joking with him for a few hours before Sam and Dean arrived at the bunker and informed you of who he really was. He poofed away and you hadn’t seen him since.

After the Darkness and God had left, you were spending a day being lazy for once. You had ordered pizza and bought a few racks of beer, and the brothers and you were just hanging out. It was at that moment that Lucifer reappeared in a new blond vessel, though you didn’t know what color his hair was at first because he was drenched in blood. He locked eyes with you, tried to speak, and collapsed on the floor.

There had been a huge argument after that, especially when Lucifer didn’t wake up right away. The brothers explained who the man covered in blood was, because of course you didn’t know yet (you hadn’t been involved in that whole Apocalypse business a few years ago when they had first let the archangel free) and then debated killing him. You quickly put an end to that talk. After all, he was defenseless right now. It just wouldn’t be right. The boys had argued with you, but you put your foot down. And so they made you his babysitter as revenge.

That was three weeks ago and Lucifer still had not woken up. He was on a bed in the middle of the room, surrounded by holy oil. The plan was to light the ring once he woke up, but you were starting to wonder if that was ever going to happen.

Dean and Sam had helped you move Lucifer to the bed where he was now, but that was all they did. You had been responsible for cleaning the blood off him, which you did, and bandaging his many wounds. You couldn’t tell what kind of knife caused them, but you did think it was weird that his wounds hadn’t healed themselves. You thought that was one of the many perks of being an angel. The brothers weren’t any help. They just shrugged and went on their way. Cas didn’t know either.

Cas was the only one who was willing to help you. You stayed in Lucifer’s room most of the time, but you needed to eat and sleep, so Cas would stay with him while you did that. Of course, the brothers and Cas were all away when Lucifer woke up.

You had fallen asleep in the chair by his bed, but outside the ring of oil, your book open to the page you had been reading on your chest. Something woke you suddenly and you looked around the room blearily until you realized who was looking back at you. You jolted into full consciousness and fumbled for the lighter, but it was gone. No, there it was! On the floor! You grabbed it and shakily rose to your feet. Lucifer was just looking at you in confusion. He was still reclined on the bed, but his eyes tracked you as you moved.

“Don’t make any sudden moves,” You warned. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion, which in turn confused you.

“What…happened?” He asked, his voice raspy from disuse.

“I was about to ask you the same thing.” You answered. He looked around him suddenly before looking back at you.

“Where am I?”

“The bunker,” You said carefully. “You came here by yourself.”

“Oh.” He appeared to mull it over for a second. “And what was I doing before that?”

“What? How the hell should I know?”

The confused look was back. “Aren’t we friends?”

“No.”

“Oh, um, okay. Sorry.”

He was acting really weird and you were suspicious. What was the game here? He could have left a long time ago but he didn’t. He could have left before you even knew he was awake, but he hadn’t. What was going on?

“Um, could I ask you one more thing?” He asked hesitantly, wringing his blanket between his hands.

“What?” You said warily.

He looked apologetic. “Uh, do you, uh, know my name?”

You gaped at him, which seemed to make him even more nervous. But you couldn’t help it. You were trying to figure out how to respond. Was he trying to deceive you for some reason? Or was he actually telling the truth? And how could you be sure?

“You don’t remember anything?”

“No,” He answered, then reconsidered. “Well, I do remember one thing.”

“What?”

“You.” He said earnestly. “For some reason, the only memory I have is of us in some sort of library. We seemed to be having a good time. That’s why I thought we were friends.”

You cocked your head, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Why wouldn’t Lucifer remember anything about himself but remember that couple hour chunk of time with you? It just didn’t make sense.

“Uhhhh, excuse me a sec.”

You fished in your pocket and pulled out your cell phone. You gave Lucifer a big, and very fake, smile as you punched in a number you knew by heart.

“What happened?” Dean answered, cutting straight to the chase as always.

“Well…he woke up.”

“And? Did you light the holy oil?”

“Uh…no.”

“Why the hell not?” He said angrily.

“There’s a complication.”

“Oh god, please don’t tell me he escaped.”

“Um, no. That’s not it. He doesn’t remember anything.”

“About what happened?”

“No, about anything. Dean, he doesn’t know who he is.” You turned to see Lucifer poking at a deep, half-healed wound on his arm. “Hey, knock it off!” He stopped with a sheepish look.

“I call bullcrap.” Dean growled. “Don’t believe him.”

A flutter of wings sounded and suddenly Cas appeared in the room. Lucifer jumped and almost fell out of bed as the angel approached him rapidly and placed two fingers on the archangel’s forehead. Cas frowned.

“He’s not faking it.” He said in his low voice.

Lucifer looked around wide-eyed. “Where did you come from? And why would I be faking it? And how would you know even if I was?”

Cas ignored him and just looked at you.

“Cas says he isn’t faking.” You repeated into the phone.

Dean cursed. “Alright, we’ll finish up here and get back as soon as we can. Probably will be a few days though.”

“What am I supposed to do with him?”

“I don’t know, but Y/N, please be careful, alright?”

“Sure, sure.” You said absently, hanging up. You looked at the angels, who were both looking back at you expectantly. “So, what now?”

Lucifer and Cas sat at the table while you started the oven to cook some food. You were still in a daze from this strange turn of events. Lucifer hadn’t been wearing much while he had been bedridden, so you had had to scrounge around in Dean’s room to find him some clothes. Dean would be angry when he found out but he deserved it for sticking you with babysitter duty. Luckily Cas had decided he would stay to help you, just in case Lucifer was still somehow faking it. Not that a regular angel would be much help against an archangel, but you appreciated the gesture. You were lost in your thoughts so deeply that it took you a moment to realize that Lucifer was speaking.

“So, who am I then? At least tell me my name.” Though Cas was sitting right next to him, he was looking at you to respond.

You took a deep breath. “Lucifer.”

“Lucifer? As in the Devil?”

You cocked your head and looked at Cas. “How does he know that?”

“He has general knowledge. It must be from his vessel. But the part of him that remembers his angel life has been hidden.”

“Angel? Whoa, whoa, guys, what are you saying here? Am I in some kind of institution?” Lucifer said, half-jokingly.

“So he’s his vessel, essentially?”

Cas shook his head. “The human part is dead. He is still Lucifer. His personality, sense of humor, and quirks will all be the same. He just doesn’t have his memories.”

Lucifer’s eyes slid over to you. “Okay, I’m starting to get freaked out here. Can someone fill me in?”

You sighed. “You are Lucifer. The Devil. Satan. All that good stuff. About a month ago, you just appeared in our living room covered in blood and collapsed on the floor. You’ve been out ever since. We have no idea what happened to you.”

“So if we aren’t friends, why did you keep me safe?”

“Dean and Sam want to send you back into the Cage.”

Lucifer’s eyebrows drew together. “Dean is that guy you were talking to on the phone, right? Who’s Sam? And they want to put me in a cage?”

“Not a cage, the Cage. Your Cage.” You could tell you were confusing him further, so you stopped and started over. “Dean and Sam Winchester live here in the bunker as well. They’re Hunters, just like me.”

“Hunters? Like, deer?”

“No,” You were starting to get frustrated, so you sat down next to Lucifer and started at the beginning. You explained everything, from how you met the Winchesters to Bobby, to the apocalypse, and then to the Amara business. By the time you were finished, the chicken that you had put into the oven had fully cooked and so you got up to get it.

“Wow,” Lucifer said, leaning back in his chair. “Just…wow.”

“So you can understand why we’re a little concerned that you’re faking, right?” You asked as you prepared two plates of food. Cas never ate.

“Yeah.” He answered. “I can. But I’m really not faking this.”

You grabbed some silverware and went back to the table, placing a plate in front of Lucifer. Then you sat down yourself.

“That remains to be seen.” You said, cutting into your chicken. You completely missed the hurt look that crossed his face. “Now eat.”

Once the food had been put away and everything had been cleaned, you and Cas decided to give Lucifer his own room in the bunker. The room he had been staying in just wouldn’t do anymore, especially since he had very human needs these days, like showering and using the bathroom. The two of you decided to put him in the room right next to yours in case anything happened, and Cas would stand guard outside the door at night.

You led Lucifer to the room and let him in. It was pretty basic. A queen sized bed against the far wall with a nightstand and a small lamp. There was a bathroom to the left, and a dresser and arm chair to the right. Lucifer looked around apprehensively.

“It’s kind of…small.”

“Well, I’m sorry that we don’t have any suites available, Your Majesty.” You retorted sarcastically.

His eyebrows drew together. “That’s not what I meant. It just makes me feel confined.”

You were so tired. “Well it’s all we got.”

He took a few steps inside and looked around. Then he turned and sat on the bed, testing it out. He looked back up at you and you were suddenly reminded of a lost puppy. If Lucifer was not faking, and that was a big if, then he was lost and alone right now and the way you were acting towards him was only making it worse. It could be said that he deserved this treatment, but you just didn’t feel right about it. He seemed so innocent. You went and sat beside him on the bed, much to Cas’ chagrin.

“Look, we’re going to figure this out, okay?” You said to him, patting him on the arm. “You’ll be back to being the big bad Devil in no time.”

He sighed and nodded, and you squeezed his arm comfortingly. “I’ll come back to get you for breakfast.”

“What are you going to do in the meantime?” He asked, glancing first at where your hand was touching him and then at your face.

You shrugged. “Probably just read until I fall asleep. Why?”

“Could you maybe read in here?” He asked hesitantly. “Just until I fall asleep?”

“Uhhhh…why?”

“I just don’t really want to be alone.” He said, his blue eyes somehow both nervous and sad. He didn’t seem embarrassed at not being able to be alone. He was truly…innocent.

You glanced at Cas, who shook his head slightly.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, I can do that.” You said, watching as Cas clenched his jaw. “Just let me go get you some pajamas and get ready for bed, and I’ll come back.”

You walked out of his room and Cas followed you down the hallway, shutting the door behind him.

“What are you doing?” The angel demanded in his gravelly voice.

“Did you not hear what I just said?” You shot back testily, not bothering to turn around.

“I heard you just fine. My question is why?”

“Why what?”

Cas grabbed your arm, firmly but gently, and whirled you around until you were chest to chest with him. “Why are you being kind to him?”

You took a step back and crossed your arms. “Is there something wrong with what I’m doing?”

“Y/N, you can’t underestimate him. He could still be faking.”

“I don’t think he is.”

Cas took a step forward. He was inches from your face. “Do not forget that I was his vessel for a time. I know what he is capable of.”

“Cas, I would never forget that.” You said quietly. His features softened. “And I know what he’s capable of too. But you said it yourself that he wasn’t faking.”

“Not in a way that I could detect.” He said defensively.

“What would his endgame be? He could have killed me and been away before I had even woken up.”

“I’m not so sure he would have killed you. He seemed quite fond of you that time in the library.” He looked almost…jealous? No, that couldn’t be right.

“Well, he could have zapped away before I woke up then.” You said automatically, before fully registering what the angel had said. “Wait, what? Fond of me? Lucifer?”

Cas shifted uncomfortably. “Yes. He enjoyed his time with you. I could feel it. He told me it had something to do with how you treated him. You actually enjoyed his company and no one else has for a long time.”

“Well, yeah, but that’s because I thought he was you.” You said incredulously.

“He knew that. But he still liked you. Maybe that has something to do with why he showed up here.”

“Maybe. But it doesn’t change how I’m going to act towards him.”

“I would think that you would treat him like the insane archangel he is.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Have you seen him? He looks so lost. I’m not going to make him feel worse. He can’t even remember what he’s done wrong.”

“Y/N, you’re being unreasonable.”

You turned away from him and opened your door. “Maybe so, but I don’t care.”

You heard a flutter of wings and knew that he was gone. A slight moment of panic hit you when you realized that you were alone with the Devil, but it was over quickly. You got ready for bed and then stole into Dean’s room to grab Lucifer some pajamas. Cas still hadn’t returned when you knocked on Lucifer’s door and then entered. He was nervously pacing the area in front of the bed when you came back, stopping when he realized you were back.

“Everything alright?” You asked him.

He nodded. “I just didn’t know if you were coming back.”

“I said I was coming back, didn’t I?” He nodded. “Well then, I’m coming back. Now, go put these on.”

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Claire's fancy-pants HISTORICAL FASHION MASTER POST

So my historical costuming resources list from 2011 was less than a page long- I’m not saying that I’ve learned a lot in the past three years, but this list is now sitting pretty at a solid nine pages. Whew. And people wonder why I want to redo this damn series.

This list is by no means an exhaustive one- it’s a list of (primarily western) historical fashion resources, both online and offline, that is limited to what I know, own, or use! It’s a work in progress, and I’m definitely hoping to expand on it as my knowledge base grows. First things first, how about a little:

ADVICE FOR RESEARCHING HISTORICAL FASHION

Read, and read about more than just costuming. Allowing yourself to understand the cultural and historical context surrounding the clothing of a particular region/period can be invaluable in sussing out good costume design. Looking at pictures is all well and good, but reading about societal pressures, about construction techniques, daily routines, local symbolism, whatever else will really help you understand the rhyme and reason behind costuming from any given context.

Expand your costume vocabulary. When you’re delving into a new topic, costuming or otherwise, picking up new terminology is essential to proper understanding and furthering your research. Write down or take note of terms as you come across them- google them, look up synonyms, and use those words as a jumping off point for more research. What’s a wire rebato? How does it differ from a supportasse? Inquiring minds want to know.

Double-check your sources. Especially on the internet, and double especially on tumblr. I love it, but it’s ground zero for rapidly spreading misinformation. Books are usually your safest bet, but also take into account their date of publication, who’s writing them- an author’s biases can severely mangle their original source material.

Don’t be afraid to ask for help. Do everything you can to find out information on your own, but feel free to reach out to people with more specialized areas of knowledge for help! Be considerate about it- the people you’re asking are busy as well- but a specific line of questioning that proves you’re passionate and that you respect their subject matter expertise can work wonders.

Okay, onto the links!

It’s impossible to overstate the importance of getting off the internet and looking into books! God bless the internet, but books are (generally, this isn’t a rule) better-researched and better-sourced. Bibliographies also mean each individual books can be a jumping off point for further research, which is always a fantastic thing.

Remember- owning books is awesome and you should absolutely assemble your own library of resources, but LIBRARIES. Libraries. You’ll be surprised to find what books are available to you at your local library.

GENERAL / SURVEYS

British Costume from Earliest Times to 1820 Fine book with lots of first hand sources, but be wary of the photography in the book- reproduction costumes and thus somewhat less reliable. Though hilarious.

Corsets and Crinolines Norah Waugh’s invaluable survey of corsetry and corset patterns- used the world ‘round by modern corsetieres.

Costume in Detail: Women’s Dress 1730-1930 Elaborate line drawings/diagrams of extant period garments! A fantastic survey.

Cut of Men’s Clothes PDF available online! Patterns for men’s period garments.

Cut of Women’s Clothes Patterns for women’s period garments.

Greenwood Encyclopedia of Clothing Through World History This is a library find, unless you have a pretty three hundred bucks lying around- a great, general resource.

A History of Costume A lot of good text and info, to be taken with a grain of salt. Be wary of any reconstructions and or “supposed” patterns that aren’t directly based on extant garments or firsthand accounts.

Fashion (Taschen 25th Anniversary) A survey of the Kyoto Costume Institute’s fashion collection- broad but beautiful. On every fashion student’s bookcase.

Fashion: The Definitive History of Costume and Style Great overview of fashion history from the Smithsonian and DK publishing.

The History of Costume: From the Ancient Mesopotamians Through the Twentieth Century Broad costume survey, second edition.

What People Wore: 1,800 Illustrations from Ancient Times to the Early Twentieth Century this is one of those “I am putting this here because I used it a ton when I was younger” but man, mixed bag. Really cool survey to browse through, but also work that is a copy-of-a-copy-of-a-copy in most instances and thus not necessarily trustworthy as a resource.

What People Wore When: A Complete Illustrated History of Costume from Ancient Times to the Nineteenth Century for Every Level of Society A collection of Racinet and Hottentoth’s costume plates from the 19th century. A beautiful survey but, since these are later illustrations, to be taken with a grain of salt.

Patterns fo Fashion books Detailed, hand-drawn diagrams of historical fashion, inside and out. Pretty amazing stuff.

Patterns of Fashion: The Cut and Construction of Clothes for Men and Women, C.1560-1620

Patterns of Fashion 1: Englishwomen’s Dresses & Their Construction C. 1660-1860

Patterns of Fashion 2: Englishwomen’s Dresses & Their Construction C. 1860-1940

Patterns of Fashion 4: The Cut and Construction of Linen Shirts, Smocks, Neckwear, Headwear and Accessories for Men and Women C. 1540-1660

Fashion in Detail books Not what you want if you’re looking for photos of entire costumes- note the “in detail” bit up there. Just a beautiful series, and great reference for all the little things you might miss otherwise. The V&A has an amazing fashion collection, and it’s great to see them share it with the world.

Nineteenth Century Fashion in Detail

Seventeenth and Eighteenth-Century Fashion in Detail

Underwear: Fashion in Detail

World Dress: Fashion in Detail The one non-western entry in the series.

Fashioning Fashion: European Dress in Detail, 1700 - 1915 LACMA’s response to the V&A’s series mentioned above, also an invaluable resource for historical fashion detail.

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