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Dark curls bounced as Layla strode into the coffee shop, an air of confidence that didn't match the way her stomach churned the whole journey there. She knew the risks of meeting with people outside of her contacts, people she didn't know let alone trusted. But a friend of sorts knew someone that was suited for her needs, and Layla couldn't exactly be picky right now.

Not when Marc had just up and left. Disappeared completely, turned off his phone and cut contact with both her and Duchamp. Layla could feel in her gut that something was wrong – and she wasn't going to stop searching for her husband. Not even after the divorce papers had arrived in her mail. At their home, of all places.

She easily spotted the man she was there to meet, but allowed her dark gaze to drift by him. Instead strode up to the counter, ordering some sweet syrupy latte from the friendly barista. When Layla finally sat down, it was with a steaming takeaway cup in her hands and a determined look on her face.

" I've been told you're good at finding people, " the words leave her mouth immediately, not caring for introductions or small talk. This was important. " And I've got someone who needs to be found. Interested? " She raises her eyebrows, taking a sip of her drink.

@fracturals

Frank sat alone at a small table in the corner of the bustling café, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee surrounding him. He absently stirred his drink, his eyes scanning the entrance for any sign of the person he was supposed to meet. Micro had hinted that this individual either held critical information or had a job for him, one that could potentially change everything. As he waited, an uneasy feeling crept in.

Frank was well aware of the risks involved; if the meeting felt off, he would leave without hesitation. He casually adjusted the collar of his jacket, feeling the reassuring weight of a knife in his pocket and another concealed in his boot. Typically, he wouldn't venture out without his gun, but he opted for the knives this time. They were more discreet and would allow for a quicker getaway if things turned sour.

He took a careful sip of his coffee, the warmth spreading through him, and watched patrons chatted and laughed, oblivious to the undercurrents of tension that sometimes filled the air. Frank’s instincts were sharp; he knew to trust them. He focused on the door, every passing moment stretching his anticipation, as he waited for whatever—or whoever—might come next.

Does your mother even know you're here? Told her I was going to Vegas.

🥀 Farleigh + Oliver 🥀

They make me crazy

Caring & Reassuring Sentences, Vol. 7

(Sentences from various sources for muses that care for each other. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"How can I help you if you won't let me?"

"There was plenty wrong with your father, but there's nothing wrong with you."

"I know you wanted to fix this, but some things can't be fixed."

"There are things for all of us that not even all the time in the world would be able to erase."

"Everything's going to be okay. I'm not going anywhere."

"There's no such thing as getting used to what you experienced."

"I don't know you that well, but you seem like a really good person."

"Look, I'm here to help you. It's going to be a lot harder to do with a combative attitude."

"Just go outside and enjoy yourself, and forget about all this nonsense. I want you to leave it all to me."

"Trust me, I know what it's like to lose someone. To feel like life is playing a cosmic trick on you."

"You are stronger than the world. You are stronger than anything that can threaten you."

"I've done terrible things too."

"Bullies are insecure - that's why they bully. Always remember that."

"Are you really alright, or 'not ready to talk about it' alright?"

"There is no magic cure for guilt, except for forgiveness."

"It's your life. If there's something about it you don't like, you can change it."

"You have tried for so long to be who everyone wants you to be - who you thought you ought to be. Why not be who you are instead?"

"Look, if there's anything you need to get off your chest, I'm not much help, but I also don't judge."

"It's okay to be confused. We spend most of our lives confused. It's rare to really figure anything out."

"Everyone has something to hide, but I won't say anything you don't want me to."

"It's human to make mistakes, and part of you is human."

"There are things you can't control. There are battles you lose."

"When you're with me, you don't have to lie about anything."

"There are no mistakes, just choices."

"Don't feel like talking today?"

"You have nothing to be sorry about."

"Stop it. You never have to apologise to me."

🤍 They have a boy band and it's called the trauma boys 🤍

Naomi Scott in 'Aladdin' (2019)

gonna head to bed because i have work early EW

i love you guys though <333

Human detectives?

Ah. Certainly not an earthly being then. Considering his demeanor and the ability to remain somewhat civil, it put a higher bet on the angelic side rather than the demonic. Even having fallen, Lucifer could typically recognise the faces of his siblings, having spent enough time with them before being cast out – and when stuck for millennia with only demons and tortured souls for company, one thinks a lot of their family.

But this was not any he recognised – and in the same vein, they clearly didn't recognise him. Even those siblings that had supported his fall, had been on Michael's side through everything, they didn't react THIS way. They knew his face without Lucifer having to mention his name, or devil status. It didn't add up, a trickier mystery than some of the Detective's cases.

It was curious enough of a situation to keep Lucifer standing there, rather than resuming his previous mission of heading back to the precinct to assist Chloe on her case. He had no qualms with the other being in LA, so long as there was no interference with the Detective's life. Only then would Lucifer deem it fit to intervene himself.

No, Lucifer simply found his not-sibling interesting. That was until Gadreel claimed he ' wasn't the real Lucifer Morningstar. ' The devil spluttered at the accusation. " Excuse you, " Lucifer starts, indignant. " I am very much the REAL Lucifer Morningstar, thank you very much. "

Hands settle on his hips, lips downturned into a disapproving frown at the impeachment of his honour. It almost made him miss the implications of the other's words – this not-sibling before him wasn't from this universe. A situation like his mother's, perhaps? An angel that had been in a separate dimension for some reason, one that had been brought back here for... what? Another ploy from dear old dad?

But a dimension with another Lucifer? That hardly added up. Their dad hardly cared for the original Lucifer, let alone would have any interest in making another – especially one that sounded so... deceitful.

" Okay, there's clearly been some sort of confusion here. I'm not certain what's happened with you, nor who you are, but I have no intentions of fooling you. Lying isn't really my thing, you see. Scouts honour. " Lucifer holds up his fingers, imitating the gesture he'd seen Chloe do with her offspring. " But if you need help, I'd be willing to extend a favour. Just this once. "

He felt different -- - yet didn't everything? He was in a universe that wasn't his own, wasn't his home. Maybe he should've been thankful, waking up anywhere after sacrificing himself for the sake of humanity hadn't exactly been his first thought, yet there he was. No longer encased in another cell all over again, but not on his Father's Earth either, nor amongst his brothers and sisters. But somewhere else. Another Earth, one with another version of his Father, perhaps? Other versions of his brothers and sisters?

Was there another him? Was there another Gadreel wandering around here or locked away in Heaven?

Right now, it didn't matter. All he wanted was to get away from the deceiver, the serpent of lies, of deceiver, terrified of being wrapped around his little finger. He took another step back, brows hardened as he stared at him, anger furrowing those stern brows that were so commonly creased with concentration, yet were now pinched with a flickering fury he hadn't felt since he'd set eyes upon Thaddeus on Earth. His Earth.

That hadn't gone well either. For Thaddeus, at least.

"Detective douche...?" The angel blinked in confusion, shaking his head. Was that a reference to something? "I don't know who that is. Nor am I familiar with any human detectives." He told him straight, his breathing harder, rougher as he backed away even further. He was cut off here, still fallen, strong enough to defend himself, to fight back, but he was still injured, still wounded from the fall, and so this Lucifer would make light work of him if he needed to.

If he was so lucky -- - if it was his Lucifer, he imagined he'd do far worse than the mercy of death. Ironically, just like their Father.

"I know the real Lucifer Morningstar. My brother. The Lucifer of my world... my home." His vessel's upper lip trembled at the mere thought of him. "You will not fool me. Not as he did... I have paid for my mistakes. I will not be led astray again."