AS ALWAYS! REVIEWSSS:
Robin0203: LOL! Thank you so much! They're hard not to make cute together!
164Elizabeth: I know right! Better hope that Luci doesn't find out! Isn't it nice though! Parental!Luci is the best Luci, like, lets be honest now. Jack is going to see a side to Lucifer that the others, for obvious reasons, have not gotten to see. He's going to form his own opinions on the archangel who is his father instead of the opinions he's been forced into making. I KNOW! LUCI IS SO PROUD OF HIM!
Spibbler: It's it the best though! So cute! Wasn't it, thanks buddy :D, it's so gotta be a thing now! Like come on! It's actually something like that, my Lucifer, he wants his son to be as bright as he was, but he's seen first hand what forcing someone into an image can do to them as well, he want's Jack to be the brightest that he can be in every way he wants. The world has already had enough of one of him, Jack can be better then him, and he knows it.
Deawalker: LOL! He's trying his hand at everything, perhaps he'll find he's not as sneaky as he thinks he is, and he better hope that Lucifer doesn't find out! He would not be pleased!
cutecookielove: I know! THANK YOU! Sometimes I get a bit scared because he is so out of character, but hearing that means a lot to me, so thank you so much! Lucifer is definitely going to have more bonding moments with Jack, there's a side to him that only a certain few have ever gotten to see, and Jack's going to be one of those few people. AND THE SOCKS I KNOW OMG!
charmedfan120: Thank you!
Itstheurgetofall: Thank you so much! Parental Lucifer is the bestest! He's so fun to write! I'm so happy you like him too!
AN: And of course just another huge thank you and all the cookies for all the support and comments and feedback! You're the reason that I stay here guys, no joke, when the struggle is at its hardest it's your kind words that bring me right back to the place I need to be!
"Ok, so the links
In our chains
Make us strange
But really
They make us stronger"
We Are~ Keke Palmer
When he awoke the next morning it was something of a surprise, in the bunker, when he woke at the bunker it was always still dark out, he wasn't supposed to go outside but he liked looking at the sky.
Especially at night.
But this time when he woke, the sun was shining through the curtains, there was a bird somewhere out there and it was chirping. He smiled slightly at the warm feeling that filled the pit of his belly. He's woken up a number of times now, having been on earth for some time, but none of them had felt quite like this.
Jack rubbed at his eyes slightly, sitting up slowly, blankets pooled down in his lap and he stared at the colorful designs before throwing them aside. He looked at his white socks for a moment, a smile gracing his features as he remembered the archangels socks from the other night. He stretched and pushed himself up from the bed, padding to the door, he peered down the hall as if waiting for someone or something to pop out at him.
Nothing did.
Pushing the door open slightly he stepped out into the hall, peering into the master bedroom as he passed it, the room itself was spacious, just as sparsely furnished as the living room. There was a large bed, bigger then any bed he's ever seen, there's a desk covered in scrolls and books, a sword is leaned up against the side wall next to a large bay window.
And of course a dresser. He couldn't make out what they were pictures of, but there was several frames on the dresser, he swears there is one of him but he can't see close enough and doesn't dare step into the room to take a closer look.
So he moves on.
Jack wanders down the hall, taking the steps one at a time, rubbing at his eyes again.
The sun is shining brightly, not a cloud in the sky, not in their little bubble. There's not a noise in the house, other then him walking around, and he fears that perhaps Lucifer has left him. He doesn't understand why he fears such things, he's only really known him for a day, but then there is a part of him on the other hand that feels like he's known him all his short life.
He steps into the kitchen, smiling at the cup of apple juice waiting for him on the clutter-less table, and he takes a sip despite himself. It's fresh, cold, crisp, like an apple in a cup. Nothing added, all natural, and he loves it already. Next to his cup of juice is a small plate with a big muffin on it, chocolate chocolate chip, and he eats it quickly, looking around for the only other being who could be here but has yet to be seen.
The back door is open, and he slides his feet into his shoes, briefly wandering how they ended up there and off his feet, but pushes that aside in his peeking curiosity. He has yet to see the backyard, and he wants to, shoving the last piece of the muffin into his mouth and pushed the screen door open.
The backyard is bright. It's green. It's lush.
There's large flowers, larger then anything he's seen, and he's looked up many things on Sam's laptop. They're bright and full and its beautiful. There's trees, full and green, some baring fruit and some not. Under the shade of the trees, half shaded half not, is a lush garden. Full of flowers and vegetables.
His nerves at being alone here fade as his eyes come to rest on the back of the aforementioned archangel, bent over as he picked from the garden, setting freshly grown vegetables in a wicker basket next to him, and on the other side, a little growing pile of weeds. Jack smiles despite himself, stepping out into the grass, moving silently across to stand beside him.
A smile greets him, "Good morning, sleepy head, sleep well?"
Lucifer turns to look up at him, eyes shining almost as bright as the sun itself, a teasing smile gracing his features. Jack narrowed his eyes slightly, but he's been alive long enough to know when he's being teased, Sam teased him sometimes and it was all in good fun.
"You made me fall asleep."
"Me?", Lucifer dusted his hands off, leaning back slightly to look up at him better, a grin teasing at his lips, "And how would I have done that?"
Jack tilts his head slightly, "You did something to the milk you gave me!"
He stands, dusting his hands on his thighs, and crossing his arms loosely. The amusement is palpable, as father and son stare into each other's eyes. Jack feels something akin to triumph warm his belly when the elder looked away first. Reaching for the basket next to him, he rested it on his hip, "Nothing that shouldn't have been done."
It's not the answer he wants and he frowns, "What did you do?"
"I infused a bit of my grace into it. You are young. It helps strengthen the growing grace inside you.", he smirks slightly, "And it helps you sleep. Something I promised you'd do. And I don't make promises I can't keep."
Jack doesn't look impressed, but he let's it go, looking down at the basket he carries. Lucifer follows his gaze to the basket, the fresh ingredients, and he smiles slightly.
"These are for lunch. Let me set these inside real quick and we'll stay out here a bit.", he looked up, "I get the feeling that it's going to be a nice day today."
He smiles when the nephilim giggles softly at his comment, and the archangel leaves him momentarily to takes his basket inside, he returns with a bucket and motions to the trees baring the fruit behind them.
"Let's pick some. We're gonna make a pie and some more juice."
Jack beams at that last part, the juice is his favorite thing so far, and if he's getting more he's up for it. Lucifer chuckles at the boys excitement, leading them towards the small orchard, it is very clear that the yard is actually bigger then it looks. They wander in among the trees for a bit, he lets the boy try and find the best one to begin at, Jack stands before a tall apple tree, full of red glistening apples, and he beams up at it.
Lucifer comes to stand at his side, gazing up at the tree with him, "This one?"
"This one."
The morningstar nods, setting the bucket down beside him, and steps forward to reach for the first apple. Its plump and red, and it settles in his hand when he reaches for it, examining it closely first, for a moment, he takes a bite for taste. It's sweet, crisp, has a bit of a tartness to it, it's indeed perfect. He passes the apple back to the boy, Jack takes it gently, their fingers brush for a moment, and he takes a bite from the other side.
"Good choice kiddo."
He smiles at the praise, taking another bite from the apple, enjoying the treat. Lucifer smiles at him as he takes one last bite and sets it down next to the basket. He follows the archangel when he beckons him forward, "Come, I'm going to boost you up to that branch, you can reach some of the juicier apples from there."
Jack's not too sure about this one, he looks up at the branch, seeming so much higher then it had only moments ago, Lucifer bends slightly hands cupped together for a step up, "Come on. I promise not to let anything happen to you. Hop up.", he sets his foot on the archangels hands, fingers curling around his shoulders, and lets out a small noise as he's hoisted upwards. He reaches up quickly, hands grasping the branch, and he slides onto it fluidly.
Lucifer tugs at his foot until he looks down, the archangel points above him to another low hanging branch full of apples, smiling he reaches up to pick one and takes another bite.
"Hey! Don't eat them all! Or we won't have enough to make the pie and juice!"
He giggles softly and nods, dropping the apple into his fathers waiting hand, Lucifer shakes his head fondly and touches the side of the apple with a finger. It becomes whole once more in a moment's notice and he bends slightly to drop it into their bucket. They make a time of it, joking lightly between each other, and Jack feels a sort of ease with him that he hadn't thought he'd feel with his real father.
"Father?"
Jack drops another apple into his awaiting hand, Lucifer looks up at him slightly, "Yes kiddo?"
"Why do you have this garden?"
Lucifer takes a slight breath, bending to drop the apple in their almost filled bucket, and falls quiet for a moment.
"It reminds me of your uncle, Raphael, he once had a garden similar to this. He passed it on to another one of your uncles when he got older. And it's calming."
He looks back up, "I guess it reminds me of my home."
"What was your home like father?"
Lucifer pauses, staring up at him a moment, "My home?", Jack nods slowly, looking down at him, "Well. It was crowded. You would not believe how many aunts and uncles you have. But it was so full of life, so many personalities, full of life and beauty. My Father, your Grandfather wasn't always so absent, He used to care for us a great deal. My brothers, your uncles, they were my home. My strength and my anchor. I loved them, I still love them, no matter what we may do to each other."
Jack drops another apple into his hand, "What were you like? When you were younger?"
"When I was younger? Watch it buster. I'm not that old.", he smiles when the nephilim drops and turns to drop the apple into the bucket, "Actually, I was a lot like you when I was a fledgling, so curious and so eager to see everything. All this power at my finger tips and no knowledge of how to use it. So bright, so eager to find my way, to know my purpose, I see much of me in you."
Jack looks down slightly, for a moment, when he tugs on his foot, "All the good parts Jack. You are bright, so so bright, if you could see you the way I do you would know how truly beautiful you are. Do not worry so much. You will learn to control your power. But you are young yet, enjoy it little morningstar."
He smiles slightly, looking down again, and Lucifer straightens looking down at their full bucket.
"I think we have enough", the elder stood up straighter, raising his hands upwards, "Hop on down kiddo."
Jack gripped the branch and peered down, the distance seemed to grow exponentially, and he gripped his branch tighter not so sure of simply hopping down. Here he was, frightened of something so trivial as the height of his position. The biological child of an archangel, the second archangel to be specific, and he was frightened of something as silly as the height of something. Lucifer must have sensed his unease, he stepped closer, hands raised just that much higher.
"You're going to be okay. Just fine. I'll catch you. No matter what, I'll always catch you.", Jack met the archangels gaze and held it, "Trust me?"
There it was in the open, the biggest question that could be asked between the pair, from everything he's heard from Sam and Dean and Castiel about who Lucifer was and what he does he knows he shouldn't give him an ounce of trust, but from what he's learned, from what Lucifer's shown him this last day and a half he's been here, he's not so sure anymore. Confusion is making his head twirl and spin with so many things.
Did he trust Lucifer?
His grip tightened slightly, and he looked down to where his hands hovered, waiting for him, to catch him.
But was the trust there?
"Laugh at my apron again, and I will give you a reason to laugh, you hear me squirt?"
Jack clapped a hand over his mouth, giggling softly behind his hand, as he stares at the flour covered finger being pointed at him in a mock sort of sternness. Lucifer chuckles at him, tugging him closer by the strap of his own apron, Jack steps forward, standing right in front of him trying this for the second time. They stand so close that his father is a warm presence behind him, and large flour covered pale hands reach around him, resting next to his on the counter top.
It's hard not to laugh at his apron, covered in small dancing snowmen, it out of season as they seem to be in unending spring, but from what he's heard Lucifer burns cold, so it fits. It surprises him that he can be so warm but so cold, and despite what he's heard, he likes having him so close, close enough that when he shifts slightly he can feel the firm chest behind him, his back resting against the strong warm chest, the slightly bristled chin rub against his ear, and a smile ghosts over his features every time he has to shift his weight.
"So we have the flour, salt, and sugar mixed together? Right?"
He nods, "Yes father?"
The bristled chin rubs his ear slightly and he thinks that perhaps Lucifer is smiling but the nephilim doesn't turn to see.
"And the butter is all cut?"
He nods again.
"So let's mix it together, with the ice water, work it back and forth, like this."
Jack watches as Lucifer works the dough for their crust, pushing it out with his palms, spreading it, and folding it back over on itself, and repeat. He smiles when the large hands turn, palm up, waiting for him, and he smiles as the big fingers curl around his, showing and guiding him through the motions. Spreading the dough with his palms, working it outward, and then folding it back in again, and repeat.
"Think you can handle it on your own?"
He knows he can, he's a quick learner, when it comes to some things, but then he knows that if he says so that Lucifer is going to step away and he's not going to have the firm warm chest to his back or the bristled chin to his ear.
But he doesn't want to be needy and so he nods.
Lips press lightly to his ear, a fleeting feeling, there and then not, "You got this kiddo."
Lucifer steps away, washing his hands quickly, washing away the flour and sticky left over pie dough and immediately begins washing the apples. He works fast, cleaning the apples and peeling them, cutting them and getting them in the pan with butter and cinnamon and sugar, butter melted and flour makes it a paste, sugars both brown and white boiled in and the filling is complete.
Jack turns at the right moment, holding the dough out, "Done?"
The archangel smiles at him, feeling the dough for the right consistency, and cups the nephilims cheek as he takes the ball of dough, "Done. Perfect." he takes the dough ball and begins pressing it and folding it around the pan.
"Here taste?"
A wooden spoon is held out for him, cinnamon sugar apples on the end, and he takes a bite. The young nephilim smiles in delight, nodding enthusiastically, and takes another bite before he can pull the spoon away. Lucifer chuckles fondly, pulling the spoon back, and picks up a clean one in order to fill their pie.
Juice in the fridge cooling and settling.
Their pork chops are resting.
Peacock vegetables simmering on the stove.
And pie in the oven.
"Father, why do you like cooking?"
Lucifer washes his hands for the last time, reaching behind him to undo the apron he wears and then motioning for him to turn so he may undo the boys as well. All the while thinking over the question for the right answer.
"I enjoy it. It is calming, exciting, the thrill of taking multiple different things and making something amazing with them, something new. It calms the mind and the inner turmoil."
"It's fun!"
"And", he chuckles, "It's fun."
Lucifer turns them both towards the hall, the living room, "Why don't you go wash up, hop in the shower, we still have a little while before dinner's going to be done."
Jack looked up at him quickly, "I-I don't have any other clothes."
His father smiles at him and urges him forward, "If you think my powers so limited as to not ensure you'd have clean clothes to change into, then I'm slightly offended young man."
The boy smiles up at him and nods, "I don't doubt you power father! I promise!"
"I know you don't kiddo", he rubbed his head and Jack smiles slightly at the feeling, "Go take a shower and get cleaned up."
"Father?"
Jack was curled in the arm of the couch, both full, waiting for the pie to finish cooling. The entire house, though small, smells like apple pie and he likes the smell. Lucifer is next to him, reading one of his own books, again, and he hums at being called for, taking a moment to finish whatever sentence he was on and turned to look at the little nephilim smiling at the curiosity that shines in his youthful eyes. There's a flicker of gold, it sparkles in the stormy blue, and he notes his place on the page.
"Yes little one?"
He stills at the slip up, not knowing if they were at a place for such a name yet, in Heaven's society, a caretaker calls their fledgling 'little one', it's a pet name and something that's given fondly. Lucifer turns quickly, wondering if Jack knows such things, what exactly he's been told of his paternal family and what Castiel would want to tell him. When Jack says nothing on it he takes it as a sign that either he doesn't honestly know or the other hand that he accepted it as it was.
"What are my uncles like?"
Lucifer smiles, knowing who he means almost immediately, he has wanted to know what he knows of his uncles and what he can share. Though there are things that must be taken into consideration, not being exactly child appropriate, but most things would be okay.
"Which ones? You have many."
The boy giggles softly and he smiles at the sound, Jack curls up tighter and turns slightly, his foot brushing against the archangels thigh, "You know the ones!"
"I do, I do," Lucifer chuckles softly and closes his book, leaning forward to set it aside on the table to his left, reaching for the foot that keeps brushing against his leg and pulling it into his lap, massaging his thumb into the sole softly, "Which one do you want to hear about first? You have three."
He shrugs and Lucifer smiles, "Well then, your eldest uncle, Michael. What can I say about him? He's big. The biggest." he smiles as he remembers who his brother used to be, "Compared to him, in his true state, you would be a tiny thing. He could carry you in his palm. He was warm, the warmest in creation, and so soft. He loved with all his being, was so protective of his family, we were his and nothing was going to touch us. He would adore you, I know it, one day hopefully you can meet him.", the hopes he has for that is not anything big and he doesn't hold his breath on it. Michael is not in the right state, he would be more of a danger to his son if they were to meet now, and that was not something he was willing to play with. His son's safety was priority to anything and everything.
After Michael, "Then of course there is your uncle Raphael. The Healer of Heaven. There is not much to say of him. He loves all without question. The garden I have is in memory of him, he loved gardening, he was the caretaker of the Garden Eden, at the center of Heaven.", he tugged the foot in his lap once, "He'd love you. And that you love the garden, he'd love that as well, there's nothing about you he wouldn't love. He'd love to meet you" if he could. Lucifer would not tell him that Raphael would not be able to, dead at the hands of the one he'd chosen as his father figure. He did not like Castiel, not after all he had done to their family, but he would not do that to his son. Jack was fond of him, and so long as Jack was fond of him, he would be as considerate as he could be.
That left only one, "And last but certainly not least is your uncle Gabriel."
"Castiel said he was dead."
Lucifer bit his tongue, "He is not."
Jack unfolded slightly, perking up, "Really?"
"Your uncle Gabriel has learned many tricks in his life time, some of which I'm sure he'd be more then happy to teach you, but back on track here. No, your uncle Gabriel is not dead. He is good at hiding, and when he does not wish to be found he won't be, he does not want his being to be known, but he is doing well, eating as much sweets as he can."
"Like nougat?"
"He loves nougat, little one, and he would be very excited to know that you do too. He's the messenger, very swift, he would have a lot of fun with you."
They settle into a comfortable silence, watching the sun fall behind the horizon, slowly but surely the boy unfolds completely, his other foot creeping up into the archangels lap. Lucifer smiles at him and welcomes the second appendage, reaching for it with his other hand, pulling it up next to the other one. Jack sighs comfortably, more so then he has been for some time now, and finds himself dozing off slightly. The fingers still work into his soles, but not as much as they were, his eyes sort of close slightly, head resting against the back of the couch. Lucifer shifts slightly, bending forward to gather up his book once more, and they sit like that for some time, Lucifer reading his book rubbing his thumb lightly into the middle of his foot.
He expects to be woken up when the pie is cool enough.
'And no one would
Replace not a thing
Mother or Father'
We are~~Keke Palmer
SOOOO Luci and Jack are so cute! Jack asked Luci about his home! AND HIS UNCLES! EEEEHHHHHH! And Gabe is alive? DUHHH? Will Jack and Gabe get to meet? Will Lucifer go find him? What about that book Jack took? Will he find that as well? What are the Winchesters up to? Castiel? Will other characters from this season make an appearance? Will Jack get to see those pictures?
Stay tuned to find out!