Jamie Laur

Hello, welcome to my master post where you get to find my fan fictions and other stuff (maybe) I’d love to get questions regarding my aus if you have any :3

Fan fiction:

Life in the Big Dollhouse!

This story has been forgotten to time lol, but reading it, i felt like i had to at least post what was written, so here you go! The Oc is owned by my awesome Boyfriend! The Weatherboy

And remember! Trust us, with your weather! Those words rang in his head after the cameras moved away from him, his charming smile leaving with them as he stared at the Anchor-man Darwin Hayes, of course Darwin didn’t notice, he’d never pay attention to stuff outside of the shot when cameras were on, just like with everyone else in this wretched studio… if only Vincent could get his hands on it, how everything would be so much better then.

With a clenched fist, Vincent stepped down from his stage and began to walk over to the lounge; he couldn’t even get his own dressing room. You are such a failure, Vincent, rang in his head as he walked with determined, poised steps. He kept forcing a smile, not wanting any workers to know what went on in his head as the words from his father rang loudly. Unbeknownst to the man deep in thought, he’d walked straight up to the new hire, currently standing in the lounge pouring various cups of coffee. “Would you like a cup?” Her voice was like butter melting on a stack of newly cooked pancakes, something that brought Vincent right out of his horrid thoughts, and he gave her a slightly confused expression. “How do you take your coffee?” She asked again, looking up at him with a soft smile. He was caught off guard, she was dangerous… and thus he placed a hand on a cup and forced a chuckle “No need, I can make my own coffee” He stated, not wanting to be around her long enough for the woman to realise that he was Weak, but instead of listening, she shook her head “Its no worries, im payed to” She chuckled, such a cute sound, Vincent caught himself feeling like he needed to hear it more, hear it often, and the thought of that made him angry. “And if i learn how to make it now, then you can ask me any time in the future and i’ll know how to make it” She smiled sweetly at him.

Does she know his weaknesses?

Before he could think of an answer, he caught a genuine sound coming from within him, his smile turning less fake, as he chuckled “Well, i guess there's no harm in that” He moved his hand away from the cup “I like it black with sugar and milk” He informed her, before holding his hand out for a shake “Im Vincent Whittman” He said “Its a pleasure meeting you missus?” He kept making his inner self mad, what was this female doing to him, making him feel such weak and fake emotions like, Hope. And the answer she gave, made his heart skip a beat “Oh no, it's miss, I haven't found the right man yet” She chuckled, smiling back at him “And its Miller, Elisa Miller” She added, shaking his hand. “You do the weather right?” She asked while finishing up the coffees “well, between you and me, it's my favourite part of the news. You have such a charming personality” 

Luckily for Vincent, the compliment silenced the beast within him, who had been ready to jump out and scream at this dangerous woman. His dads words started to slowly seethe back as she gave him the cup of coffee. “Too bad I'm not an anchor man then” He got out, angering himself once more, how could a female make him so weak that he blurred out his desires like that. But her answer made his body fill up with warmth “See, I’d definitely tune into the news more if it was you hosting it” Vincent noticed something odd though, after her wonderful answer, the dangerous female known as Miss Miller, paused, thinking to herself for a moment before shaking away a thought… It intrigued the man, what had she thought, was it about him? Maybe it was about that wretched man Darwin Hayes… Maybe it was how much of a failure Vincent was. 

His mind went from these thoughts to another, and he felt how that sinister smile appeared on his lips “If only i’d get to hoast huh” He said, forcing away his murderous thoughts with a chuckle. “Well, I'm sure you'd get your chance Vincent” She answered, before adding something to one of the cups… But Vincent had watched her make his, and even though he was a paranoid man, he finally took a sip of his coffee… It was perfect, just like Elisa, the thought angering him, yet the warm drink soothed him as he smiled and walked away from her, starting to think about all the ways he’d be able to use her for his goals, how she could be useful… She’d even given him the push he needed to finally enact his plan against that cunt Darwin. 

— — —

The night was finally there, Vincent had been hiding in the shadows, hunting his prey and waiting for the correct time to strike. He’d been waiting for what felt like eons, his need for kill strengthening as he was humiliated by the title of weatherboy. After today he’d finally get the recognition and respect he deserved. Vincent moved in the shadows, hunting Darwin to his dressing room, the one that would soon read Vincent Whittman on the door, he could see it already, a sinister smile appearing as he pushed his glasses up further on his nose, after all, sight is important when you’re about to slit someone’s throat. He readied his weapon, taking off the bolt on the end of his staff, creating a beautifully sharp stick and then he knocked on the door. “Hey, Darwin i need to talk to you about something” He said, his eager murderous hunger seething out through the words, but instead of an answer, there was only silence, only a soft breathing on the inside indicating that the room was actually occupied. This struck him as odd, because Darwin would always at least say something like Go away weatherboy, but this time, there was absolute silence, as if he didn’t want to be known, as if Vincent wasn’t supposed to be there. This fueled his hate, his anger and his need to kill even more, that bastard was ignoring him, his plans of murder were already not going to plan, and it annoyed him, so instead of walking away, like Darwin probably hoped, he opened the door with murderous determination and swung his staff… only for it to make a swish sound, and nothing else… no sounds of shock, no sounds of gurgling or blood spewing everywhere, instead, there was an awkward yet recognisable giggle coming from the ground and the door behind him closing on its own.

“Elisa?” He asked and looked down, only to see Darwin laid on a tarp, blood all around him and Elisa currently cutting his arm off. 

He was already missing his legs, the two laid in a plastic tub to the side of her, sticking up in the air. Elisa herself was wearing a plastic apron and blue gloves, reaching all the way up to her elbows, she smiled up at him, her face being filled with a crazed smile, matching the one Vincent had only moments ago. She waved awkwardly with the bonesaw in her hand, and giggled once more… he loved hearing that sound… “I think the position you were after may have an opening soon~” she said in a sing-song voice, a crazed look in her eyes that met his own. The whole sight annoyed Vincent slightly, but it impressed him even more, this woman was indeed dangerous, even more so than he’d first thought. He glared at her for a moment, thinking about how to answer, until he smirked and walked over, standing behind her, his arms behind his back as he studied his stolen kill. “You stole my kill” He finally mumbled, his voice lower than normal, shocking himself as he didn’t know he could sound so hot. Vincent studied her, waiting for a response, wanting her to maybe squirm or beg for him to not kill her, but instead, she giggled softly, making Vincent’s knees weaken before her absolute beauty. She looked up at him, her cheeks slightly more flush than before “Guess I'll have to make it up to you then… Maybe over dinner?~” She asked, catching the man off guard once more and so in retaliation, he bent down and pulled her head closer to his, gently coaching it with his hand. “Dinner sounds wonderful” He mumbled, his breath hot on her lips, the two so close that one would think they were about to kiss, she bit her lip, their chests moving in a synced manner… Until the moment was ruined. She giggled gently, and turned back to the body, continuing to cut his arm off “Well im almost done here. Which part is your favourite?” She giggled eagerly, which caused Vincent to realise something awful about this amazingly striking woman. Vincent’s eyes widened as he began to heave slightly “Oh god, you’re gonna eat him?!” He said in absolute shock while falling onto his butt from disgust. He began to look around the room for a bin, and once he found it, he clutched to it, hugging it like a traumatized child hugging a teddy bear. “You wouldn’t?” Elisa asked, her voice filled with slight regret and confusion “Besides” She continued, not really bothered by the state of Vincent “It's delicious” She giggled, and licked her lips, but that last comment caused the man to puke into his beloved bin “Oh my god!” He said once it was done “You don’t even know where he’s been! What if it's ridden with diseases” He argued, not linking that she saw him so weak, so vulnerable with this reaction. “Its a great way to hide evidence” Elisa explained as she continued her ritual, what once had been an amazing thing, had turned into something disgusting once Vincent learnt what she did with the body. “Just make it look like a suicide! o-or an accident!” He said, his whole body tensing up at the thought of eating human meat, eating a brain as if it was ice cream, or eating an arm as if it was a chicken wing. 

“You’re being very rude Vincent.” Elisa stated as she kept cutting “Besides, most diseases aren’t transferable that way with humans, only thing you shouldn’t eat is the brain” She smiled at him, something that made him melt inside, he wanted to see her smile so much more, yet the reality of cannibalism made him queasy.

“You shouldn’t judge before trying” She added casually, making Vincent want to argue back, what does that even mean in the context of eating people… does she really want him to try eating humans… how does one even cook humans… what does it taste like, he was about to argue back, realising that he wasn’t being rude since she was currently cutting up a man in his dressing room, but right before he found the right words he realised… he was in that room to kill the man she was cutting up. All that happened was that he put a finger up into the air, and sat there like an imbecile. 

She giggled softly at his idiocy, sparking those wretched feelings again and he had to impress her. “How about this” he said, while trying to think of something to say, something that would make her want to be around him, “You can cook something nice for us two tonight at your place?~” He suggested, feeling slightly giddy at the idea of going to her place.. having her cook him dinner and him reading a book in the living room sure did sound like the perfect home life…. if only they were mar- No he shook that thought away, finding himself quite impulsive and stupid. Love is earned through respect, son, came to his mind, his father saying that to him a lot during childhood as he’d asked various things, one of them being if he loved him. 

“I'm sure you’ll love it Vincent” She smiled, the arm coming off with a squash sound and she giggled “After all, it's a meal to die for!~” She added while placing the arm with Darwin’s legs. 

This joke made Vincent laugh, not a fake laugh he does with executives either, but a genuine one… as if he’d finally found someone for him. “At least it was for Darwin” he snickered and placed the bucket down, starting to crawl over to her, making sure not to be in any of the blood, after all, his suit was rather expensive. 

“How about I help you out with the next arm~” he said softly, the cutting up of corpses wasn’t nearly as sickening as the thought of eating them. “After all, such a beautiful lady shouldn’t have to butcher her own meat” he continued and placed a hand on the bonesaw, looking longingly into Elisa’s blue eyes. She looked back, her soft eyes filling Vincent with pure bliss, he could kiss her right then and there, if it wasn’t for the fact that she began to take off her apron and gloves, “Put these on then dear, we don’t want that nice suit to be ruined” She smiled, gently putting the apron over his head, her chest close to his eyes, causing an involuntary swallow, as he could not look away.

Here’s art of the Elisa btw:

“Dead man walking” 

Lucifer was CONVINCED, Alastor had killed his new cellmate and done god knows what to his body.

Such luck is that of Lucifer Morningstar, now back to fucking the soul out of insanely horny Victor ‘Vox’ Whittman, the lesser of the two hot brothers. 

That is at least what he convinced himself when he was locked inside their dark cell, it's not his fault his skin burns too easily in the sun, why should he have to be punished over that… But noOoOOo, the stupid Co’s and their ugly shit boss Adam just HAD to lock him inside the tiny room like some sun hating criminal! Granted, there’d be nothing to do outside his cell since everyone else was outside, but come on! at least he’d be able to run laps or something, inside this shitty eight by six hole, he had nothing to do but read and there’s just so many times a man can read the same five books before he goes absolutely insane. 

Currently, Lucifer was laid on his back in the cell, looking over a set of three hand carved ducks that sat on his way to small desk, one of the ducks was wearing a bowtie and was next to a smaller duck, while the third one was stood slightly to the side, having two snapped off horns laid next to it, something Lucifer had done a while back. 

The family of ducks made him feel a sense of hope and sadness, it made him yearn for the past, before everything went so wrong. 

The door to his cell being unlocked was always the signal that the short man was free from his albino punishment and he was brought out of his depressive thoughts, or at least as much as the opening of a door could do. 

he sighed deeply and got up, today had been a day filled with a rollercoaster of emotions, and he was honestly ready to just lay down in a puddle and drown. 

Lucifer was always let out of his cell a few minutes before the other inmates came back from their outside time. By now, he didn’t care why, but a few years ago, he guessed it was for there to not be any uproar about how it's not his fault he’s albino… At least from his brother Michael. 

the thought of his brother brought a smile on his lips as he left the cell, the only Morningstar who stayed by his side through it all, the only one who he could talk to without glass in the way, even though a massive part of his family was lawyers, nobody used their jobs to meet with him… Not anymore at least. 

The only other family member in his life, the only one who left and came back, was his beautiful daughter Charlie. His little duckling always made her way over to the correctional facility once a month, and it warmed his heart, even if she’d never truly forgive him for what he tried to do. 

Lucifer decided to go over to a wall and just watch the other inmates enter, the thought of never seeing Vincent again saddened him since it meant he had to make due with his lesser big brother, it had never been a problem before today, Vox was after all quite attractive, but it was something with Vincent’s eyes, something with the way he carried himself… something with the idea of him killing his way to the top, even in prison. 

The tall man was someone who by far didn’t need protection, but the idea of protecting him, even from his own brother, made his insides curl. Sadly, in Lucifer’s mind, he would never be able to protect the man again, officer smiles had made sure of that. 

Lucifer started to wonder why though, why had Alastor done that, Vincent had by far, been one of the easiest first time inmates in this place for a while and Lucifer began to wonder if the creep had been a victim of Vincent's… 

that must be it, Vincent probably killed his father or something, maybe to get that weatherman job in the first place

“Oh look! Lucifer!” Vox’s loud voice brought him out of his depressive thoughts and he realised that he had been mourning a living man currently making his way towards him. 

The joy inside Lucifer was almost explosive, he had to bite his cheek to make sure nothing showed on the outside, but within, Lu was running around the walls in joy! “So uh, had a nice talk with Officer Tacky suit?” Lucifer chuckled gently and met Vincent’s confused face. “Don’t they all wear the same clothes though?” He asked, causing Lucifer to snicker “Yeah, but Al makes it look tacky” he smirked, before studying his cellmate for a bit, something was wrong and while he hadn’t known Vincent for more than a day, Lucifer got a feeling in his guts and he sighed softly “Vox will be fine, he always bounces back” He said softly and reached for Vincent’s hand “Whatever happened between the two of you, he’s gonna come back and beg for forgiveness when he’s calmed down” He said and tried to lead Vincent to a table, but the man wouldn’t move, was his assumption wrong? had this been about Alastor, or maybe about something completely different… “No… I’m the one to say sorry Lucifer” Vincent mumbled, his hand falling out of Lucifer’s grip “did you know he was in isolation a while back?” He asked, his eyes overfilled with worry as he looked past Lucifer, probably at his brother. 

“Yeah, everyone here knows” Lucifer nodded softly “Not only cause you’ll notice someone being gone though, when Vox went into the hole…” He sighed softly, thinking back to that day. 

It’d been a rainy one, and therefore, nobody was allowed outside during rec time, which always makes the non albino inmates a bit stir-crazy. 

Although if Lucifer was gonna be honest, staying inside on pretty sunny days also made him a bit stir-crazy, he just didn’t want to be tomato red and sun burnt in prison… again- 

Lucifer had been watching all the inmates from his opened cell, smirking softly at their ordeals and problems when Vox had been heard through the hallways, screaming at the top of his lungs. 

All Lucifer was able to see had been the aftermath of the whole ordeal, Valentino was pulled off of Vox by some CO’s while Vox laid on the ground clutching his shoulder in pain, but the moment he’d been freed from the bloodthirsty pimp, he jumped up to the ground and began to punch Valentino in the stomach, only to be pulled away and the two dragged out, Vox kicking and screaming, out of the room.

“I uh… I'm not sure what happened” Lucifer finally spoke “but i know there was blood and anger involved” He nodded gently, to the visual dismay of Vincent, who only seemed to grow even more worried for his brother.

“But don’t worry Vin” Lucifer said and gently took his hand once more “Vox is friends with some of the guards, i doubt it was as bad as it is for others” He said kindly, knowing it wasn’t true cause Velvette only started working there after the incident. “and hey, he bounced back right? He’s fine now! So who cares about the past!” Lucifer smiled brightly at the tall brunette, who finally met Lucifer’s eyes… 

Those beautiful differently coloured eyes emitted a glow that Lucifer wished he could just drink in forever, the almost pastel coloured eyes caused all his worries and problems to melt away in that moment, and all he wanted to do was to pull Vincent into a kiss of pure passion, but instead, he opened his mouth to speak.

“You know, I'm really happy Officer Leblanc didn’t kill you” He chuckled softly “Was horrified i’d lost my newest friend so fast, it’d be a record” he laughed gently, a stone forming in his stomach as he thought of the idea of Officer fuck smile killing him. 

“Leblanc? Officer smiles, name is Leblanc?, what type of last name is tha-” “- It's french” the voice came from their right and Lucifer snapped his head to face the tacky officer “Don’t you have a job to do?” He spat, glaring daggers at CO Alastor Leblanc. “Oui” he smirked "Mais cest tellement amusant de jouer avec ma nourriture" He laughed, most likely at the inmates' shared confusion, but before they could say anything, ask him what it meant or just attack like Lucifer so desperately wanted, Alastor walked away, having been there only to torment the two. 

“Do you know French?” Vincent asked Lucifer as the two watched officer shit face walk away “Sadly not… CO tacky smile knows that, and keeps talking french around us” Lucifer knew latin, but not french and it annoyed him that he decided to study a dead language in class instead of something one can actually use.. Although he hadn’t planned on going to prison, and as a lawyer, one does need to know some terms in latin. “Come on, I wanna go to bed” Vincent said softly, took Lucifer’s hand and walked him to their shared home. 

———

“Locked in”

(Chapter 5)

Nothing else really happened that day, or the next, and the next after that… The days began to meld together for Vincent, he had no idea of what day he ate mac and cheese in the cafeteria or what day it rained so everyone had to stay inside and do jack shit for the whole day… It felt like a decade had gone by since he spoke to officer fuck face, but it also seemed like it happened a day or two ago, he had no clue. 

Today was slightly different though, the morning had started as usual, up and out of bed at 5 o'clock sharp or get screamed at, stand outside the cell while people groan and grumble over their lack of sleep as some poor smooch on night duty counts everyone with a clicker, before being able to go back into bed and sleep for another hour or two, if you could fall back asleep, something Lucifer very much could not and made into Vincent's problem. He always tossed and turned, kicking off and on his slightly itchy blankets and continuing to mumble sorry as he knew it kept Vincent up. 

Right as the constant tossing and turning from the man above had started to lull him to sleep, the lights outside their door began to emit an annoying red flashing colour while a loud glaring alarm screamed into his mind, making him even more unable to sleep. “What's happening Lucifer?” He asked tiresome, while slowly propping himself up on his tired arms. 

“Some shithead probably punched a guard because they woke him up” Lucifer mumbled with a yawn “Today will be the most horrible day in prison for you yet Vinnie” He chuckled and leaned over the railing of their bunk bed, the tired face hanging upside down right in front of Vincent’s equally tired one.

“one day you’ll fall doing that” He chuckled before rubbing his eyes and putting his glasses on, finally able to see their duck carved room. 

“Great, if i didn’t already wake up with a headache i definitely have one now” Vincent grumbled softly before pushing Lucifer out of his way and getting up from the bottom bunk. He made his way towards the door, stretching his back with a satisfying pop before trying to leave.. and then trying again, and again.. and again before Lucifer put his hand on Vincent’s and made him turn around “Yeah bud, thanks to whatever happened” He said, gently leading Vincent towards their bunk bed “You and I are stuck in here until lockdown stops” Lucifer said before sitting down, the information given caused a sinking feeling within him, he didn’t like the idea of being stuck in a small room for an unknown amount of time and thus a bunch of what if’s began to seep into his anxious mind. 

“Hey, Vinnie, don’t do that” Lucifer said softly and Vincent looked at him in slight shock, prompting the tiny albino to laugh gently “Going through every possible outcome, or every anxious thing, will not help you get through today, trust me” He said, looking at Vincent with such seriousness, that he knew Lucifer had done just that his first time, and it hadn’t gone well. 

Vincent studied him for a moment or two before walking over and sitting down next to him “So how long will we be stuck in here then?” He asked softly, blushing gently as Lucifer rested his head on his arm “Could be a couple of hours, or couple of days, depends on what happened” He said casually, which didn’t help the anxiety Vincent felt, in fact, it made everything a thousand times worse and he began to fall into a spiral, that only stopped when Lucifer gently took hold of his hand and began to draw circles on the skin between his thumb and index-finger. 

weirdly enough, It made him feel calm and safe, it brought him into reality and he smiled softly “So… what do one do in lockdown?... How do we even eat? do i really ha-” “- Shhhh” Lucifer hushed softly, gently putting a finger over Vincent's mouth “You’re doing it again, take a deep breath and just, pretend you’re somewhere else” 

Vincent listened intently to what Lucifer suggested, he took a deep breath, held it in and closed his eyes.

“Most people just sleep or do some training,” Lucifer said, prompting Vincent to remember to let out the air in his lungs. “And what do you do?” He probed, causing Lucifer to snicker “Depends” He answered softly “If i have a cellmate, i mainly sleep or read… or make out” He said, the last part causing Vincent’s cheeks to feel warmer “And if you’re alone?” He mumbled, blushing more as he could imagine the things men usually do bored and alone in a tiny room. 

“Weeeell, i usually fantasize about being balls deep in your brother” he answered while making jerk off motions with his hands.

The casual nature of the response caused Vincent to start choking on air, which in turn made him panic and try to stand up, hitting his head in the bed frame, which made him able to breathe again but by god that didn’t help his headache, and Lucifer bursting into laughter didn’t help his sore ego. 

“It's not funny” Vincent grumbled as he rubbed his aching head in annoyance.

“no, it's hilarious,” Lucifer laughed, causing Vincent to feel more anger than pain, and punch Lucifer in the stomach.

This was a bad idea, and Vincent instantly regretted it when Lucifer stopped laughing and glared at him with those burning red eyes. 

Before Vincent could fumble out an apology, he was pinned to the floor with the tiny man above him, the sheer strength making Vincent impressed, and a bit turned on. 

“H-hheh” He forced out before swallowing some saliva “Sor-sorry Lucifer i uh.. uh” The words became harder to come out when Lucifer leaned in, their faces now mere atoms away from one another “Don’t. punch me” Lucifer said, his voice low, yet soft and sensual, making Vincent feel even more worried over what Lucifer might end up doing to him for the punch, worried and yet also a feeling of need. 

Lucifer ended up smirking and just leaving Vincent on the ground to go back to the bottom bunk. 

that twat really just did that to Vincent, he’d probably recognised the face of need he’d made and decided to leave him like that! 

It made Vincent angry and annoyed, but there wasn’t much he could do about it and thus he just stayed on their cold floor and sighed softly, closing his eyes. 

Once he woke back up, he nuzzled his blanket and cuddled deeper into his pillow, only to then remember that he went to sleep on the floor and thus opened his eyes, realizing he was no longer wearing his glasses. He sat up in confusion, still feeling the cold concrete under his hand as he felt around for the thing letting him see. 

“Mornin sleepy head” Lucifer chuckled softly, the white and orange fuzz sitting somewhere in what Vincent could only assume was the bottom bunk, his bed. 

“Why do you keep taking my bunk?” He mumbled while finding his glasses and putting them on, his eyes slowly stabilizing to see Lucifer sat towards the wall, clearly doing something.

“Well that's cause the top bunk doesn’t have any more space for ducks” He hummed as if it was a normal answer, moving slightly away to show Vincent that he was currently carving ducks into the wall using a needle. “Couldn’t you at least make some sharks?” Vincent sighed, laying back down on his pillow “At least they’re cool” He let out, before panic set in, reminding him of what had transpired before “Bu-but Ducks are too of course, i just like sharks cause they’re like, cool and big” He said, trying to save the situation, which to his knowledge, he’d just done when Lucifer snickered gently “Sharks are cool too yeah, i just don’t know how to draw them” He informed and went back to his previous position. Vincent hummed softly, wishing he knew how to carve sharks so he could join his… maybe friend, in the project of making their dark cell a bit more homey. 

Vincent looked around their cell for the fiftieth time that day, being locked inside the tiny room indefinitely was horrifically boring and while the idea of making out with Lucifer was hot, he feared to suggest it, after all, Lucifer was a bit unhinged, who’s to say what his reaction would be. His eyes fell onto the duck family, and he finally got up from the floor to take a closer look. Vincent hadn’t given much thought to the family, but since there was nothing else to do today, he finally began to inspect them, he made sure not to touch them though, seeing how one of the ducks resembled a tiny man with red cheeks and bow tie, he assumed it was Lucifer and his family. He sighed softly and turned around, only to be met by the all too quiet man who stood way too close to him and he jolted backwards, the ducks wobbling slightly and he closed his eyes in fear of the crashing sound that would never come. 

“My family” Lucifer spoke, his voice somber “My little duckling” He added and picked up the duck next to what Vincent assumed was him “She’s the only reason im not in solitary confinement” He chuckled “Char Char made a massive fuss about it back when it happened, she’s an amazing therapist and advocate for inmates” He sighed gently, hearing some pride in his voice Vincent decided to probe him on more information “Is this your wife then?..” He asked and picked up the duck with snapped off horns 

“Ex-WIfe” Lucifer said, his voice changing to hurt and regret “She’s the reason im even in here so long” He grumbled “But i still love her… even though she hasn’t come to see me at all during the years” He mumbled, looking down at the duck of his daughter, a few tears escaping his eyes and Vincent felt a stone in his chest as he regretted opening this wound up. 

“She can fuck off then” He finally spoke, moving his hand to make Lucifer look at him “She put you in here, and she doesn’t even give you the time of day, you shouldn’t give her any more thoughts, in fact, you should destroy her duck, you’re not part of her life, why should she be a part of yours?” He heard himself say, feeling anger about the Ex-wife even though he knew Lucifer was in for the attempted muder of Lilith Morningstar. Lucifer let out a sad “heh” and looked up at Vincent, the sad painful expression making his blood boil, that bitch, how could she do this to him… All logic went out the window, after all he knew Lucifer had tried to kill her, yet something inside told Vincent that Lucifer could never do something so drastic to someone he loved. 

“You’re the first one to bring her up with me” Lucifer said softly and placed Charlie's duck back on the desk “Most people in here are scared to, after all I’m a danger to most” He chuckled sadly and gently took the duck Vincent held “I can’t just forget her Vinnie, she was the love of my life for several years" He mumbled and gently placed her duck next to his own duck. 

“Oh come on Lucifer, you can’t be that dangerous” Vincent chuckled “All you do each day is carve ducks into walls” He laughed gently and took his hands “Besides, who doesn’t like danger” He smirked gently. Lucifer looked up at Vincent and met the smirk with his own “I’m no longer allowed into the woodshop cause I made someone lose their finger” He said in a whisper, and Vincent felt shivers down his spine, his little friend starting to yearn for Lucifer and Vincent did all in his power to think of other things “S-so uh-.. Wh-what will you do when you get out?” He asked, part of him hoping for a sad answer, the second part felt bad for the first and the third was just being horny, which was currently also the part his body listened to the most, to Vincent's dismay. “Nothing, I'm not getting out, and if I am, I'm likely going to an institution a few months after” Lucifer confessed with a chuckle as Vincent noticed how those red eyes wandered down his body towards his disobedient member who looked up towards the tiny man. “Something tells me your little friend there knows what you’ll be doing for today” He smirked before grabbing hold of it harshly and chuckling up at Vinnie who tried his best not to let out a pathetic moan “Question is, would you want some help with that?” And without his brains consent, his body instantly reacted, and Vincent felt how he nodded, causing Lucifer to trace his finger up Vincent’s zipper and once he reached the top, he grabbed hold of the collar and pulled Vincent down to his level, this causing Vincent to feel unnerved but excited, letting everything happen with ease. “Then get down on your knees” He whispered sensually and without any thoughts, Vincent did exactly that, no objections, not even in his mind, Lucifer was by this point his master and he’d do anything for the small hot man.

“The promise of nicotine”

Vincent was fuming, that creepy fuck Alastor planned to torture him for eternity, and he couldn’t do anything about it, at least not illegal. 

He walked out into the courtyard with purpose, the almost burning hot sun feeling kinda nice on his skin, although he couldn’t enjoy it, no not with his mind scheming away to put that fucker behind bars to rott with the people he so desperately hated. 

He looked around the courtyard to find Lucifer, but all he saw was the depressing thing called a yard. 

It was barely filled with grass, most of it just concrete smoking from the scorching sun and each wall of the yard was just barbed wire fences, teasing the inmates with a beautiful sight of freedom that Vincent would never feel again. Lucifer was nowhere in sight and he needed his family ties for the plan to work, after all, his own family would never help him with this, Vox had laughed at him when he asked to borrow his lawyers for his case, he’d never agree to use them against CO fuckface. Vincent ended up kicking some sand in anger and sat down against the fenced wall furthest from the entrance. 

Maybe Lucifer was on the toilet…

But the more time went, and soon the smell of smoke filled his lungs, calming his nerves with ease. He looked around and saw his ugly big brother smirking at him, beckoning for him to join, and Vincent yearned for that sweet toxic burn. Reluctantly he stood up, brushed off some dirt and walked over to his brother. “Lu is in your cell” Vox informed casually, as if he’d read his mind “The sun is too bright today, it’ll burn him instantly” he explained before taking a long drag from his cancer stick, a stick Vincent stared at with open jaw. 

“didn’t know you smoke” Vox said, blowing out the grey air onto his face and Vincent took a deep breath to savor it all. “Who doesn’t smoke in here?” Was his response, before he tried to grab the cigarette from his brother's hand, who just moved it away. “Lu doesn’t, he makes ducks… maybe you should make some sharks to calm your nerves” He teased “if that really worked, you’d already made fifty” Vincent responded and crossed his arms “Now give me a cigarette and shut up, im in a shitty mood” He demanded, which caused Vox to grumble “Fine, but only because you’d cry if i didn’t” he rolled his eyes and pulled out a cigarette from his pocket “its the last one, Val had the rest on him when he got thrown away and Vel is sick” He grumbled, lighting it and handing it to Vincent 

“oh if only you weren’t in prison and could buy your own” Vincent teased, sucking on the stick as if it was filled with hopes and desires. He kept the smoke in his lungs, letting the nice burning sensation linger and flow through his veins for as long as he possibly could, before slowly blowing it out his nose “Are those the only ones in your lil gang?” He asked with a chuckle “Is it called The Vee’s cause you only let people in that starts with the letter V?” He giggled, finding the idea of his big brother making some sort of Heathers gang hilarious. “Urgh” Vox said and rolled his eyes so hard it was almost audible “What’s got you so angry anyways?” Clearly this was a way for Vox to change the subject, and normally Vincent wouldn’t really fall for it, but he needed to tell someone. “Remember how I'm suddenly a cannibal?” Vincent said, sucking on his stick again “Yeah, you confessed to everything but that, what, so embarrassed that you ate someone's dick?” Vox teased while Vincent puffed smoke at his face “No, I've told you, like I've told everyone else, I did NOT eat anyone! it’s fucking disgusting… and would you stop with the dick jokes, it was the ribs that was taken!” He defended, feeling how his blood boiled once more. 

“That Officer” he said, and glared at the one called Alastor “He did it, I know it” He said, burning cigarette smoke leaving his mouth while he spoke in a hushed manner. “I recognise him, and he recognises me… I need to get him taken down a peg, and I need Lucifer’s family to do so” He glared for a moment before closing his eyes “But Lucifer decided to stay inside because he’s to white or something” He grumbled.

there was a soft silence between the two as they listened to the sounds of wind and fellow inmates playing basketball 

“You won’t get anything from Lu and his family” Vox finally spoke, which sent a stone tumbling within Vincent’s heart “The guy’s been cut off, most of them want nothing to do with him after what he did, so you can’t really use his outside connections for anything but ducks” Vox chuckled softly “What are you planning to do anyways? It’s not like Officer Twink will turn himself in because you ask him to” He added and Vincent clenched his fist in anger, his plan, which wasn’t much of a plan yet, was already turned into nothing. “So there’s nobody who can help me then” Vincent mumbled, feeling defeated once more, hating on himself for being such a loner on the outside that he now had no way to scheme and find evidence. 

“Well, I could help… I have a ton of people still under my thumb, there's some cops who might be willing to stalk the man” Vox said casually and Vincent knew, something was up He’d never help him without it working out for himself, and Vincent knew that way too well about his brother. 

The two of them fell back into a silence, just leaned up against the fence and smoked together, two strangers learning to act like brothers. 

“All I need in return is for you to call off your attack dog” Vox joked after awhile “Lu has started to bite me much more since you got here” 

“... He bit you before?” Vincent asked, confused, only to see how his brother blushed softly, panicking to try and explain away the comment to no avail

silence fell over the two again, it was nice to be able to just stand there and smoke together.

“Could I get the numbers for your lawyers as well?" Vincent asked after he took the last puff of his cigarette, blowing it out slowly 

“why?, you have your-” Vincent didn’t let Vox end that question, giving him a glare, of course he had to ruin shit. “Because Victor, my Lawyer fucking sucks, and if you’d let me use yours” he said, moving closer to his brothers awkward face “I’d at least have the possibility of getting the FUCK out of here in a few decades!” 

Vincent saw how Vox began to squirm, feeling more and more uncomfortable as he seemed to feel regret over that decision “And you want to strike some sort of deal to get the CO in prison?” He asked, before nodding softly “I'll see what i can do Vin.. its the least i can do after i kinda fucked up” He chuckled gently and ruffled his brothers hair, which caused Vincent to push Vox’s hand away, trying to fix his hair back to how it was before. “Thanks Vox” Vincent smiled softly, who would’ve known, all it took for his brother to finally act like one was for the two to lose everything and go to hell. 

Vox then did something that shocked Vincent, it almost brought him to tears. He pulled his brother into a hug, a soft one that Vincent didn’t know he needed, but holy shit he did need it. He let out a soft sigh, letting his body relax while he put his head against Vox’s shoulder, it was by far not something that would make Vincent forgive his brother for the years of down right abuse, but it was a small start, and it was something both Whittman brothers needed desperately. 

The two of them hugged for the remaining hour, it felt like they hugged for an eternity, but when they were told to stop and head back into their desolate prison unit, it suddenly felt like they’d just hugged for a split second and both reluctantly let go. 

From what Vox had complained about during their sparse visits in the past, Vincent had assumed that he’d be cuffed almost any second of the day, especially when they’d take them from place to place, but it was a shock to him how little they were actually cuffed, maybe it was because the courtyard was right next to their cellblock, but seeing how the cafeteria was a fair bit away, Vincent quickly realised how his theory was not really working. “Why were you complaining so much about being cuffed all the time?” Vincent asked his brother when they reached the cellblock “I mean yeah, i’ve been cuffed a few times today, but not as much as you made it out to be” He chuckled, but his brother didn’t seem to like the question. “It wasn’t about being cuffed all the time Vince” Vox said softly, sounding a bit hurt “Did you really not listen to me when you came over?” He asked and made Vincent look him in the eyes “I don’t care about cuffs, frankly its kinda hot” He said, of course his brother had to be sexual when the two stood face to face talking about cuffs “I was talking about how horrible it was in the hole Vin, ya’know, the time Val pulled me down with him” Vincent saw how his brother's eyes wavered softly, as if trying to keep tears at bay “I uh… Oh look! Lucifer!” Vox said and pointed to the other side of the room, and while Vincent turned around to see the tiny man leaned against a wall, his beautifully red eyes staring at the two, he felt how a puff of wind flew past him, and he’d realised Vox had run off.

(NSFW is heavily in the end of the chapter)

“Smiles of the Wicked” 

Lucifer felt bad for the former news anchor, not only did he lose everything when the world learnt about his crimes, but it seemed like his family never really cared about him from the start. Vox’s words angered Lucifer, an anger he hadn’t felt since his ex wife lied on the stand about their planned date night having been an attempted murder. 

Luckily for Vincent though, Lucifer was there now, and he would make sure that the tall brunette would be cared for and feel loved. 

Nothing of note really happened after the fight with Vox, Vincent had returned with that sad face of his and just escaped up into the top bunk, laying face down for what Lucifer assumed was a fair few hours, since he hadn’t answered any of his comments, after a while, Lucifer just assumed that Vincent had fallen asleep, so he’d just returned to using his well hidden mattress needle to make the time pass, adding yet another duck to the concrete walls of his cell. It wasn’t until lunch that something actually happened again, and it confused Lucifer. The moment their door opened by CO Smiles, Lucifer was surprised, the creepily lank man always stood back, never doing anything except watch and bark out the occasional order, but today of all days, the smiling prick decided to do so much more than hide in the shadows. 

“Get out, backs against the wall” he said, in that annoyingly hot voice Lucifer so often fantasied about. He was out in a second, knowing what happened to inmates who crossed him, and shockingly, Vincent was out almost as fast, the only difference being that he stopped to stare at the man in what Lucifer assumed was shock, as if he knew him from elsewhere. “You and I, Mr Whittman, shall have a talk later” Officer creep said, getting uncomfortably close to Lucifer’s new friend, it angered him, Vincent was his, and if officer asshole here planned on doing anything to him, he’d have to go through what little ties Lucifer Morningstar still had with is family. 

Lucifer ended up fantasising about Officer smiles once more while he and his cellmate were led with everyone else in the unit to their lunch, but this time, instead of it being sexually loaded and hot, it was a pure bloodshed, which honestly kinda made it hot aswell… The two of them ended up sitting down next to a few of their cell-neighbours, it was a weird bunch that Lucifer kinda knew, but kinda didn’t, after all, he spent most of his time in prison carving ducks into walls with small pins and needles. 

To the right of him, there was inmate 77, or better known in the unit as Baxter, which is his name, he was in for animal abuse, which made Lucifer not really like him, but he was always interesting to be around, coming up with weird questions, he’d gotten a bit more annoying ever since his old bunkmate Pendleton got out, though he always insisted on being called pentious, he’d never really asked him why, maybe he liked snakes? 

To the left of him was number 33, Husker, an old alcoholic in for drunk driving and hitting a pimp with his car, which Lucifer kinda loved seeing how that Pimp later made it into the prison causing a bunch of fights, all he missed was popcorn. In front of him sat his perfect man, Vincent's brown hair, his beautiful almost pastel eyes… He could stare at him for days without going hungry. This made inmate 60 smirk softly, who sat across from Baxter, a young druggie called Anthony, who somehow found ways to bleach his hair pure white in prison, poor boy was only 20 and in for 6 years with his old pimp a few cells down from him, though Lucifer would make sure that he’d never hurt the youngster, who tried desperately to be called Angel dust after the drug, something Lucifer didn’t really fancy. 

“sooo, hows ya first day goin, tv man” Anthony asked, swinging his food filled spoon around slightly as he leaned in to Vincent, gaining a glare from Lucifer 

“Hmm?” Was Vincent’s answer, he’d been staring, no, glaring daggers, at the creepiest CO in the prison. Lucifer rolled his eyes softly, of course Vincent had to crush on that man “He asked how your days been” Lucifer repeated for the kid, sounding slightly jealous, causing him to silently curse at himself. “oh uh.. good… i think, i dunno” Vincent said, not moving his gaze which caused Lucifer to become more annoyed “you should stay away from him” Husker spoke up, his voice deep and monotone “yeah, hes been known to make Inmates disappear” Baxter spoke up in his usually nerdy voice while making spooky waves with his hands. 

“he’s no danger” Vincent said, his words seething with pure hate “What he is, is a damn hypocrite” He grumbled and ate some food, spitting it out instantly, which made Lucifer laugh softly “I take it you don’t usually eat half moldy slop on the outside” He snickered “But don’t you worry, you’ve got a looong time to get used to it… its that or force feeding, and trust me, you don’t want that” Lucifer said, the memories of being strapped down into a chair and made to eat almost bringing tears to his eyes. 

“Still can’t believe it's legal… I can’t do some small experiments on bunnies, but the COs can basically torture you” Baxter said “Although it would be a fun thing to–” “Bax, nobody wants to hear about your human experiment ideas” Husk said, gladly saying what was on everyone's minds. 

“yeah, i don’t really wanna know about that” Vincent said softly and looked somberly down at his food, causing Lucifer to feel a bit bad for him “So, uh, why are you in prison?” He asked, even though he already knew thanks to Vox constantly talking about it. 

“I killed my way to the top” Vincent chuckled softly, sounding almost proud over the thought “And before you ask, yes, I’d do it all over again, just to have a second in the bright light!” He said, his beautiful eyes shimmering proudly in the fluorescent lights of the mess hall and Lucifer couldn’t help himself but to feel a need for the man. The nonchalant manner of Vincent’s confession sent shivers down Lucifer's spine, but not the type you’d normally have from sitting face to face with a reminiscing serial killer, it turned Lucifer on, he knew it was wrong, he knew the fantasy of a Vincent in crimson stained jumpsuit was not really a sexual fantasy he should have, but that just made it all so much hotter… 

A soft, almost nice silence fell over the table, and Lucifer was able to just stare into the man's eyes, until he couldn’t stay silent anymore, he had to know… “What did you mean by that?” Lucifer asked, looking up at the slightly confused brunette “The thing of smiles being a hypocrite” he added, but sadly would not get his answer, at least not yet. Because that's the time, Mr lanky creep decided to walk over, and as if he’d been listening to their table this whole time, he answered for Vincent. “Oh he means nothing by that” he said while placing his claws on Vincent's shoulder, slowly digging into it as a clear warning to everyone at the table. “Vincent here is just mad that he got caught, and blames me for it” He almost sang, taking joy from being such a weird fuck. He then turned his head slowly to Vincent, tilting it slightly as he did “I'll say, why don’t we have that talk now Vincent” he said and before anyone could protest, he pulled the slightly scared man up from his seat, and made him walk out of the cafeteria with him. Lucifer sighed softly, watching the two men walk away, focusing way too much on Vincent’s orange clad ass… He assumed this would be the last time he ever saw him, and by golly he’d take in the sight… maybe he could fantasize about it the next time Vox came crying about his hard dick. 

yeah… that would work-

“Ey Shortie, enjoying the sight?” Angel said with a smirk, bringing Lucifer out of his thoughts and back into reality, he’d have to go to Vox later, the guy was probably in need of some sweet relief anyways.

“yeah… it's sad such a nice ass has to die today” Lucifer sighed and looked at Angel, starting to smirk softly when he saw the slightly shocked blonde stare back, he’d always been secretive with his sexual endeavours, and found it hilarious when he shocked everyone with it. “Anyways, Im gonna go now” Lucifer sighed, feeling how his member was softly yearning for someone’s ass. 

He stood up, left his tray of slop at the designated place and walked up to Vox. The guy was sitting alone in a corner, he always looked so sad when Valentino was in the hole… Lucifer smirked softly, knowing that this would be almost too easy, and thus placed the most gentle of hands on his shoulder and leaned in “How about you meet me at the stalls?” He whispered sensually and walked off, making sure to sway his hips a little extra with each step. 

Lucifer sat, waiting in the stall, a small grunt coming from his throat as he grew impatient. Three minutes had already passed, why wasn’t he here yet? He palmed himself over the fabric of his prison jumpsuit, praying for Vox to be here soon. The hard thick length twitching and pulsing with a need for attention. Thankfully, he didn’t need to wait long as the door opened to reveal Vox. "So you decided to join me, hm?" Lucifer smirked, opening the jumpsuit and pulling his cock out. "Tell me, how good is that mouth?" He tilted his head cutely.

Vox smirked and walked over. "Very good." he purred and tried to kiss Lucifer, who just stopped him with a finger pressing to Vox' lips.

"Nah-ah, on your knees." Lucifer licked his lips, wetting them. His mouth had been too dry for too long, and now he could feel himself salivating as Vox got on his knees. "Good boy.." he purred, praising the man who was now between his thighs, Lucifer placing a hand on the back of Vox' head. The blonde took a handful of hair, yanking Vox' head back so his mouth was open, then pulled him close and pressed his twitching and pulsating erection into the other man's mouth. The feeling of liquid heat shot through Lucifer's body as he watched inch by inch push into the mouth. A delighted hum rose up from his throat as Vox struggled to breathe around the length without gagging. He made sure to go extra slow, enjoying the power and control over Vox' ability to breathe.

After almost a minute, he pulled out, letting Vox breathe. Then he just stroked himself, feeling a climax growing close. Lucifer groaned before he felt the tension snap inside him, orgasm rippling through him as thick white sticky ropes of his seed shooting out onto Vox's hair. Lucifer's cock twitched as cum drizzled out of the slowly softening length before it hardened again. "That felt amazing…" He purred. "But I'm still feeling a little.. needy." He said, opening the jumpsuit on Vox's body and pulled it down and pressed him against the wall, back facing Lucifer. The blonde spread Vox's cheeks and pressed in, hands moving to grip his hips as he started to thrust, not being gentle at all. "Fuck… little slut.. you've let your ass be used before, haven't you? I can feel it.." He purred as his hips moved faster and faster. Lucifer pressed his whole body onto the other, pinning him with his weight against the wall as he pounded into his ass. Another climax was building, and fast, but Lucifer could tell the pleasure was just shy of actually ever pushing him over that edge. So he reached up with his hand and squeezed down on Vox's throat while opening his mouth the bite hard on his shoulder. Drops of iron liquid fell on his tongue as he felt the hole squeeze him just right, making his movements more frantic as he chased after his own climax.

So close. Just a little more. So fucking close..

With a final thrust, Lucifer burried his whole cock into the other man, pumping his seed into Vox's ass. And he stayed like that until his cock softened, slippin out easily. "You're such a good slut for me, Vinnie.." Lucifer murmured into Vox's ear, mixing up the names on purpose as he redressed and left the bathroom.

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