A Package

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As Alastor carefully ladled the hot soup into a bowl, the smell of fresh herbs and simmering vegetables filled the kitchen. He smiled to himself, imagining how much Lucifer would enjoy it—well, once he was feeling a bit better.

Just then, Charlie burst into the kitchen with a large package in her arms. "Alastor, this came for you!" she announced, setting the box on the counter.

Alastor raised an eyebrow, wiping his hands on a towel as he approached the package. "A package for me? How curious," he muttered, more intrigued than concerned. He set the towel aside and turned his attention to the neatly wrapped parcel.

As he carefully tore the packaging away, his fingers brushed against a shiny bag inside. A small tag attached to the bag caught his eye, and when he read it, he chuckled softly:

*"Thank you for playing nurse, I love you. Love, your d̶e̶a̶r̶ deer."*

A fond smile spread across his face, and his chest warmed as he realized the sweet gesture came from none other than Lucifer, even in his sick state.

"Well, well, how thoughtful of him," Alastor mused, glancing over at Charlie, who looked on curiously. He carefully pulled out the contents of the bag: a cute little plush deer, soft and adorable, and a bottle of his favorite rye—smooth and rich, just the way he liked it.

Charlie grinned when she saw the plush. "Aww, that's adorable! I didn't know Lucifer could be so... sweet!"

Alastor chuckled, lifting the deer plush in his hand and giving it a little squeeze. "He has his moments," he replied, his voice softened by affection.

Placing the rye and the plush on the counter, Alastor turned back to the soup. "I'll have to thank him properly once he's awake again," he said, his smile lingering as he finished preparing the bowl. He added a small plate of crackers on the side and then carefully picked it all up to carry upstairs.

As he made his way back to the bedroom, he couldn't help but glance at the little deer plush sitting on the counter, feeling a warmth in his chest that only Lucifer could bring out in him.

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