#Louis x Stack

[bxunyx]

Double trouble

Pairing-ModernAU-Smoke&Stack x Black reader

Summary-You are the twins sugar baby

A/N-Ive never wrote anything like this before so bare with me hun

One twin? Maybe. You’ve dealt with bold men before — men who liked pretty things on their arms, who flashed cash and promises like candy. Stack seemed like another one of those: flashy, cocky, dipped in gold and danger. All mouth, all muscle, all that swagger that made girls stupid.

But two?

Two was asking for trouble. The kind that you don’t just flirt with. The kind that drags you in by the throat and makes you say thank you.

Now you’re sitting pretty in the back of a black Escalade with tinted windows and heated leather seats. Stack’s hand is on your thigh, thumb tracing circles higher than it should while he scrolls through his phone. Smoke’s behind the wheel — silent, always — but you can feel his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror, watching. Measuring.

You shift just slightly, tug at the hem of your silk skirt.

And Stack smirks like he knows exactly what you’re doing. Like he’s already planning to ruin it later.

Trouble? Yeah. You’re drowning in it.

But trouble comes with a black card, a diamond tennis bracelet, and your name engraved on the inside of a Louis Vuitton bag.

⸻

Stack spoils you loud.

He’s the type to drag you through the most expensive store in the city and dare the clerk to ask about a limit. Neon signs, loud music, top-floor penthouse parties — he wants you to be seen. Wants people to know who you belong to. “Pick what you want, baby. Matter of fact, pick two. I like you in options.”

He drives too fast. Tips too much. Kisses you like he’s claiming you with every bite.

And when he’s not around? Smoke is.

⸻

Smoke spoils you quiet.

He sends the money before you can ask. The rent’s paid. Your tuition? Covered. Your account balance rises in silence, like a tide — consistent, steady, impossible to ignore. One morning you woke up to a car in your driveway. Not flashy — matte, black, sleek. Clean. Practical. With a note tucked into the cupholder:

“No excuses now. Be on time.”

You remembered telling Smoke how you're always late for the bus

He doesn’t text much. Just enough.

Be home by ten.

Wear the black dress.

Leave the door unlocked.

And you follow every instruction.

Every time.

⸻

You float between them, somewhere in that sweet spot between indulgence and obsession. Draped in designer. Laced in perfumes you can’t pronounce. Lipstick shades picked out by Stack, lingerie sets folded neatly by Smoke.

Marked by both.

Your lips are bruised from one. Your thighs tremble from the other. You wake up with one name in your mouth and fall asleep with the other still on your skin.

They don’t fight. They don’t ask.

Because they both know the answer.

Everyone in the city whispers when you walk into a room. From the street girls to the CEOs — they see the watch on your wrist and the curve of that smirk you always wear, and they know.

Whose girl is she?

The answer’s simple.

Theirs.

⸻

Your phone buzzes at 11:01PM.

Two notifications.

Transfer received: $10,000 — “For being pretty.”

Transfer received: $10,000 — “Because you listened.”

You smile, curl deeper into the plush hotel bedding, and take another sip of wine that cost more than your rent used to.

Then you press Add to savings.

You were never the good girl. Never the quiet one. But somehow, being a little bad never paid so good.

And with both Moore twins wrapped around your finger?

You’re just getting started.

[tommensbaratheons]

#much to think about

[allthislove]

The way you freaks are shipping Loustack all of a sudden is my kind of carrying on.

[chevelleneech]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Sinners (2025), Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Louis de Pointe du Lac/Elias “Stack” Moore, Elias “Stack” Moore/Louis de Pointe du Lac Characters: Elias "Stack" Moore, Louis de Pointe du Lac Additional Tags: Crossover, Grief/Mourning, Sex Talk, I don’t know yet tbh Summary:

After traveling alone for nine years, Stack meets a man whose grief somewhat matches his own. They become fast, yet causal friends, choosing to keep majority of their truths a secret. However, the more and less Stack learns about Louis du Lac, the more he learns about himself.

[oathkeeperdoki]

“Hey Kumo what are you working on?”

Green=posted but ongoing.

Red=not ready to be posted.

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Aristotles_Hedone

*ode to us and what about me? Are under the bottom ons*

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Oathkeeperdokai

Interview with the count- a tale of immortal lovers ;Rhaena and Aemond. Living in a hidden castle, they maintain their power and secrecy while feeding on humans. Aemond lures a suspicious mob into their castle, only to prepare Rhaena to feed

What about me?-Rhaena Targaryen is in a discreet open marriage with Garmund Hightower, allowing her to continue a passionate romance with Aemond Targaryen. Their private world begins to unravel as Aemond’s former lover, Alys Rivers, grows dangerously obsessed with him. Alys stalks Rhaena, researches her family, and infiltrates her home believing she’s entitled to Aemond’s love.

Ode to us- Rhaenyra is crowned Queen, uncertainty simmers throughout the realm. Amidst this, Daemon Targaryen and Alicent Hightower engage in a passionate, complicated affair while Laena Velaryon gives birth to Daemon’s son.

Untangled lies-Baela, now older, has moved on from Aegon and built a new life in Seattle. When Aegon unexpectedly visits, old feelings resurface.

Tangled lies- Baela is caught in a secret and dangerous relationship with her older cousin Aegon, who sneaks into her room despite knowing the risk of jail due to his criminal past. Tension builds when her father, Daemon, discovers Aegon’s presence and becomes furious. The situation worsens when Daemon finds Rhaena, Baela’s sister, in bed with Aemond.

Louis’s Sunday -Louis and his partner Stack navigate parenting their twin daughters. Conflict arises when Stack cuts their daughter Claudine’s hair without consulting Louis. Despite the disagreement, the day is filled with love,

[pyraomen]

current fic ideas . . .

DOWN IN NEW ORLEANS , tiana x sammie.

sinners au/crossover — tiana rogers (portrayed by pearline) is annie’s little cousin from new orleans. the shadow man approaches her with an offer she simply cannot refuse after she failed at opening her own business several times. she got a gift to sing, her own restaurant without the white man's permission, and her father brought her back to life. what might go wrong? quit literally everything, which forces her to flee new orleans and stay with her cousin in clarksdale, mississippi. where she meets the smokestack twins little cousin, sammie moore.

(based off almost there ; a twisted tale — contains horror aspects)

I’D RATHER GO BLIND , louis x stack.

sinners au/crossover — two men, born into sin trying to climb their way out. an empty shell of a man, louis de pointe du lac longs to see his brother one final time and to find a greater purpose in life than running a brothel. freedom, some may say but that word is foreign for louis. he doesn’t get a taste of it until elias “stack” moore. a man who believes he’s already found freedom, running wild with his twin and a woman that brings him nothing but trouble. the two end up in a tangled web of sin when a silent business partnership is formed.

(based off i’d rather go blind ; etta james — contains religious imagery and a smidge of gay denial, we all saw louis confession)

[risingoftime]

WHERE HE WAITS | LOUSTACK |

I heard your hearts dancing ᝰ.ᐟ

synopsis: Stack Moore is the man standing between Louis and Lestat. Blood, business, and something far more dangerous than desire.

The smell of New Orleans was different than Chicago. It was sweet with rot and jasmine, steeped in music and magic. Stack didn’t like it at first. The way it made his cigarette smoke hang longer. But the city grew on him, like moss, like a wound you stopped minding.

Tonight was different from most nights for Stack; Mary had just left him, and he was on the hunt for the vampire responsible for the dent in the food supply. He was following blood. Not fresh blood, old blood. The kind that clung to walls long after the body was gone. He’d been in juke joints, card rooms, even back alleys behind brothels. But tonight, the trail led him to a narrow street with no name, where the gaslights flickered like they knew something was coming. And there he was.

All dressed in his Sunday's best, like mourning never left him. Candlelight spilled from an open window, catching on the edge of his cheekbone. He looked less like a man and more like a question with sharp teeth to Stack.

"You following me?" Louis asked, not turning his head. Just spoke it softly, like he already knew.

"I don’t follow. I hunt." Stack didn’t blink.

Louis let out a slow, bitter laugh. "You think I’m a meal?"

Stack stepped closer. "No. I think you’re what’s been leaving bodies all over the city. Just wanted to see if the bloodsucker wore silk."

"And if I am?" Louis turned then, his eyes were dark like the night sky.

Stack’s grin curled. "Then maybe I’ll let you teach me something." They stood there, the tension between them like a loaded gun. Louis stepped forward, hands behind his back like he didn’t need them to kill.

"You’re like us. The only way I was able to figure it out was now. I could feel your presence from a mile away," he said. It wasn’t a question.

Stack’s voice dropped an octave. "Well, I ain’t go flaunting it around like you do."

"Then you haven’t been paying attention."

And just like that, the street seemed quieter, waiting to see who would flinch first.

Louis’s eyes dragged over Stack slowly, like he was trying to read him, and his expression shifted between amusement and disdain. "I’ve heard of you, you know," Louis said, finally breaking the silence.

"Stack Moore. The man turning sweat and sound into gold. You manage that juke joint down the street."

Stack raised a brow, a bit taken aback by Louis's knowledge of you. "So you’ve been tunin’ to the gossip."

"Yeah, it seems my brothels are rather quiet these days. Yours, on the other hand…" Louis let his voice trail off, his gaze lazily roaming over Stack's imposing figure again with an interest he hadn't had in a while. The frustration building within him, courtesy of Lestat, needed an outlet. This moment felt like the perfect escape for the night.

He took another step forward, now chest to chest, close enough that Stack could smell whatever cologne Louis wore; it was undoubtedly rich and expensive.

"… is anything but."

Stack didn’t step back. “Business booms where people feel safe enough to do what they like to do in the dark.” Stack let out a small chuckle at the innuendo. "I’m just good at what I do. "

"I don’t doubt it," Louis said softly, "I’d like to continue this conversation somewhere less… uncovered."

Stack has heard of Louis de Pointe du Lac as well. It was a mouthful for him to recount his name, the Black people here were so pretentious 'bout shit like names. Where Stack came from, you just hoped that you would wake up to live another day. Stack leaned in slightly, testing the tension between them. "This is where you lure men into your lair, pretty boy? Talk numbers and slip in a little neck?"

Stack ran a hand into his pockets to grab a cigarette and a lighter. He lit it with ease, exhaling smoke from the corner of his mouth before continuing. "Just to let you know, I don’t usually take invitations from men in prettier shirts than mine."

"You think I’m trying to charm you?" Louis smiled, faintly at what Stack was hinting at.

"I know you are," Stack said, lips curling. "But let’s get one thing straight. I like pussy."

Louis walked deeper into the alleyway, his back turned as if Stack’s declaration didn’t bother him.

"And yet," Louis said, not looking at him, "you still stalk me!"

"Curiosity’s a hell of a thing." Stack laughed more to himself, as flashbacks of that night last year. The last time we could watch the sun, the last time he was with his brother. If only he hadn’t been so easily swayed by Mary.

"Temptation’s a hell of a thing too," Louis added. Stack was now trying to be in step with him; this wasn’t the point of his finding Louis. He was supposed to be telling him to get off his territory, not striking up a conversation.

"I live just a few blocks from here," he said without looking back. "One drink! You owe me for lost revenue."

"Just so we clear, I don’t owe you nothin’, not a damn thing." Stack hesitated momentarily, habitually brushing his thumb over his belt where his revolver was. "You always talk business this late?" he asked.

"Only the dangerous ones."

That got a grin out of Stack. "You think I’m dangerous?" Stack continued matching his pace, not because he was curious or cautious. But because Louis wasn't what he expected, and it's been a while since he ran into someone similar to him in more ways than most.

"I know you are," Louis murmured, stepping closer. "I can smell it on you. Violence, ambition… the kind of hunger that doesn’t die easily."

Stack’s jaw twitched. "You ain’t exactly soft yourself."

Stack hadn’t expected the vampire’s house to feel like this. The inside of Louis' house looked like a museum. Filled with decor that seemed as old as time itself. Velvet red drapes covered the windows, and the self-portraits of Lestat and Louis bore into Stack's soul with their inhuman stares. Their gazes followed them like hounds on a scent, sharp and unblinking. Candlelight flickered against skin, and the wineglasses glinted like blood.

Louis stood near the fireplace, his presence a strange blend of elegance and quiet threat. Stack swallowed hard. Something stirred behind his eyes, resentment maybe? Or was it desire, confusion, or interest? He looked at Louis, really looked. The way his mouth curled around danger, at the elegance wrapped around centuries of grief.

"…Fuck it," Stack muttered. "One drink."

Louis handed him the glass, their fingers brushing. "Good," he said. "Just one."

They both knew it was a lie.

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[gweelczz]

Y’all I wanna write Smoke and Stack giving Bo Chow grillz to match theirs since he’s like a brother to them

Also wanna do the grillz driving Rosetta crazy…

he possibly eats her with them on… might get some chain dangling action…

Rosetta allegedly likes riding him while he smokes…

Pearline x black!fem!IOC is almost finished!!

Yall also getting Pearline x reader x Sammie, Annie x black!fem!reader (I need her y’all) AND Stack x Louis De Pointe Du Lac (PLATONIC!!)

UPDATE: idea one, two, four, five, six anddd eight are done!!!

[insomnishnik]

NO NO NO NO JUST HEAR ME OUT PLEASEEEE

[eatmyromance]

Blood and Bourbon

Elias 'Stack' Moore x Louis de Pointe du Lac

Genre: smut

Summary: A humid Mississippi night. A strange traveller. A curious Stack.

C/W: smut, 18+ (minors dni), strangers to lovers, vampire turning, vampire sex, anal sex, one night stands, blood drinking, nipple licking, oral sex (m receiving), bottom!louis

A/N: doing what must be done! (If you prefer to read on AO3)

The juke glowed like a coal in the dark. Wood warped, lights dimmed to bourbon-coloured haze, smoke curling around the rafters. A man played slide guitar on stage, fingers slick, whilst bodies pressed tight in rhythm. Heat made everything stick; sweat to shirts, lips to glasses. The world hadn’t ended, not really. It had just gotten quieter in some places and louder in others. Here in the Delta, the dirt still cracked the same way under the weight of heat and memory.

Louis stood outside the joint, his long black coat untouched by the heat. He inhaled deeply. It wasn’t sustenance he needed, at least, not yet. But something in that smoke stirred memory. Something old. Something alive.

Inside, the music hit like a body blow. And there at the bar was Stack Moore. Stack looked like sin served rare. Sleeves rolled up, sweat glistening on his brown skin, gold tooth flashing when he smiled. He was wiping down the bar with one hand and lit a cigarette with the other. His shoulders rolled beneath his shirt, muscles strung tight with days of no sleep and too much thinking. He spotted Smoke leaning by the side door, nodding to the beat like the walls were speaking to him.

Louis walked in, eyes scanning him. From his dark linen suit, shoes too polished for this county, skin that caught the light like river water at dusk. He didn’t look around. He knew this place. Or at least, he understood it in the way a shadow understands fire.

Stack watched him approach the bar, calm and deliberate. He didn’t smile.

“This place has a soul,” Louis said. “And teeth.”

Stack blinked once. Didn’t flinch.

“You mean the people, or the floorboards?”

“Both,” Louis’ lips curved slightly. “You built it?”

“I built the bones,” Stack replied. “The ghosts came on their own.”

A long pause passed between them.

“You from around here?” Stack asked, pouring from a bottle with no label.

“New Orleans.”

Louis took the drink. Didn’t flinch at the burn. Stack felt the hairs rise on his neck, but not from fear.

“You come here lookin’ for music,” Stack’s eyebrow raised. “Or for blood?”

“Do they have to be different?” Louis offered a thin smile. “What’s your name?”

“Stack,” the other man replied. “And you?”

“Louis,” he said it like it was the last real thing he owned. “Just Louis.”

Their eyes locked, ancient hunger meeting earthly fire. The air between them tightened.

“I’m just passing through,” Louis murmured.

Stack chuckled. “Ain’t no such thing in Mississippi. You stay long enough to sweat, you stay long enough to sin.”

Louis’ fangs threatened behind his calm. “I don’t sin lightly.”

Stack refilled Louis’ glass, smirking. “Then you ain’t sinnin’ right.”

The night stretched into something sticky and sacred. Louis sat in the shadows, watching Stack with fascination as he moved through the crowd. Stack met his gaze and looked him up and down before walking over to Louis. “You wanna talk somewhere quieter?” Though Louis didn’t have much of a choice, Stack was already making his way through the crowd again. Louis wordlessly followed him into the dark.

~

The door clicked shut behind them, sealing them away from the beat and bodies outside. The back room glowed red. Dust hanging in the air, old velvet furniture, warped floorboards, photos of dead bluesmen on the walls. A piano in the corner stood silent.

Stack lit another cigarette, letting it hang between his lips.

“This room’s for when the world gets too loud.”

“Or too alive,” Louis chuckled, scanning the room. His voice was soft. His eyes caught the piano.

“You play?”

Louis scratched the back of his neck. “Knew a guy who did,” his fingers brushing the keys. He looked up at Stack, a smile on his face.

Stack sat, cocked his head. He watched Louis with the kind of quiet that came from loss, not silence. “You talk like you've seen too many ghosts.”

“I carry them.”

Then, a shift in the air.

“You know who I am?” Louis asked.

Stack didn’t blink. “I know what you are. Or close enough.”

“And you’re not afraid?”

“You think I own a juke joint on haunted dirt ‘cause I scare easy?”

Louis smiled, the first real one. “Most people usually run at this point.”

“I ain’t most people.”

Stack rose. Walking slowly, until they were inches apart. The air between them buzzed like the tension on Sammie’s guitar strings. Louis studied Stack’s hands, rough and sure. Stack studied Louis’ mouth, still and controlled.

“What do you want?” Stack asked, his voice like a growl.

Louis stepped closer. Stack didn’t move when Louis raised his hand and placed it on his chest. His heart was a steady thud beneath his skin. “Your heart is loud.”

“She’s always been stubborn.”

Louis’ eyes searched his. “I don’t bite without permission.”

“And I don’t kiss men I don’t trust.”

They held still.

“Then aren’t we at an impasse?”

“Not yet.”

Stack leaned in—slow, sure, and intentional. The kiss was not an invitation, but a consequence. Of being alive, of being seen. Louis responded like the music had finally come back. The dank air of the back room wrapped around them like a blanket. Louis’ hands were reverent, fingers sliding under Stack’s shirt, learning the lines of a man built like a hymn.

Stack pulled back only to breathe, his gold teeth catching in the light. “You been watchin’ me all night like a wolf.”

“I’m hungry,” Louis admitted, kissing down Stack’s neck, shrugging his coat off, discarding it haphazardly on the ground. He could smell the blood coursing through his veins, it was maddening.

Stack tilted his head, exposing his throat like an offering, though his hands still gripped Louis’ waist. “Figured. Question is, what kinda hunger we talkin’?”

Louis let his mouth linger at the hollow of Stack’s throat. His fangs hadn’t dropped yet, but they were close. His restraint trembled like a note held too long.

“The kind that doesn’t stop at flesh.”

Stack chuckled. “You sound deranged.”

“I used to be worse.”

Louis looked up at him, “What do you want?”

Stack pressed his lips against Louis’, grinding his hips against him. Louis responded in turn, tongue curling beneath Stack’s. A soft whimper fell from Stack’s swollen lips. “Turn me.”

A guttural moan escaped Louis’ lips, and he pressed his lips against Stack’s skin, and his fangs slid home. Sharp and clean. Stack gasped, one hand gripping the back of Louis’ coat.

The taste of Stack’s blood was nothing Louis had known before. It hit him like a gospel chorus. He pulled back before the damage went too deep. Blood slid down Stack’s neck like a second collar. Louis licked it away slowly, deliberately, mouth brushing skin like a final prayer.

Stack’s eyes were dazed, gold glint dulled with the rush. “That it?”

“No,” Louis said, and bit into his own wrist. Dark blood welled up.

He pressed it to Stack’s lips.

“This is.”

Stack stared, the world narrowing down to that moment.

“If you drink, there’s no going back. No daylight. No breath. Only the hunger, and me.”

Stack’s eyes never left his. Then slowly, defiantly, he opened his mouth and drank. The change was violent. Always was. His back arched, body seizing, the old world ripping out of him as the new one forced itself in. His heartbeat stuttered, gasped, then went silent.

Louis held him through it. Cradled him like a lover and mourner both. The red light in the room seemed to pulse. When Stack finally opened his eyes, they were bright with something unholy. Something eternal.

“Goddamn,” he whispered, his voice raw and new.

Louis exhaled. “You’re alive in a way most men never are.”

Stack sat up slowly, cracking his neck, testing the weight of his new body. He looked at his hands like they were instruments he’d never learned to play, then looked back at Louis.

“What?” Louis smiled.

Stack fixed at his buttons, swiftly slipping out of his shirt, his well-defined chest revealed beneath parting cloth. Louis was transfixed, feeling himself grow harder at the sight. He reached over, his palms brushing and gliding over his dark pectorals, fingers tracing patterns before focusing on Stack’s nipples, rolling one before he bent down to close his lips over it, greedily drawing the budding flesh into his mouth.

Stack eased Louis out of his shirt, rubbing his torso, letting Louis’s curls brush over his chest. Louis moved onto Stack’s lap, grinding against him, feeling both of their erections together. He let his hand inch downwards to tease at the waistband of Stack’s pants. “Don’t tease me, Louis.” Stack groaned.

Louis fumbled with the button and zip of Stack’s pants. Wordlessly, he dipped his head, tongue lapping over the smooth length of Stack’s cock. Stack had just died a mere 5 minutes ago, but he was sure the way Louis wrapped his mouth around his tip, he would die once more. Louis stroked the man’s shaft as he sucked and kissed his swollen head, “you like that?”

Stack ripped Louis from his lap to share a sloppy kiss. He had never tasted himself in this way before. He ran his hands down the sides of Louis. “I need you to ride me,” he let out hoarsely.

Louis eased out of his own pants, leaning back forward, brushing his lips against Stack’s. He spit into his hand before grasping Stack’s erection and tugging on him, his length soon covered with his spit. A breath shuddered out of him as he rocked his hips against Stack, concentrating as he guided Stack’s cock to his entrance. For a moment, he teased both of them. He lingered over Stack’s throbbing head, slowly and gently teasing the tip around his rim and letting it slip less than an inch into his hole. “Please, Louis,” Stack groaned, rubbing Louis’ bare chest.

Louis lowered himself onto the man’s thick cock, engulfing all of his inches. Louis hissed and Stacked gasped, feeling the warmth and tightness around his cock. Stack marvelled at Louis, his eyes screwed shut as he cried out in pure ecstacy. Louis rocked back and forth, pleasuring himself like it was worship. For the first time, Stack felt truly alive, he was fully aware of every twitch of each muscle, every pump of the heart. He could see the blood coursing through Louis’ body as he worked himself on his cock.

Stack rolled them over so Louis was on his back, his legs were inviting. Stack retracted briefly, only to bury himself deep into Louis again. Louis mewled as Stack quickened his pace, bringing them nearer to their climax, he was determined to cum together. He captured Louis’ moans with a kiss, his new fangs slicing slightly at Louis’ bottom lip. Stack lapped at Louis like a dog, the blood burning into his body. They grabbed at each other, forgetting who began and ended where; they both nursed a hunger that only each other could fill.

Louis whimpered, the breath forced out of him with each thrust of Stack’s hips into him, each collision of loins, each time Louis was impaled by Stack. Their bodies glided over each other, harmonious friction minimised by the sweat that had found its way into every dip and hollow of them. So minimal in fact that it made Stack growl with the need for more of it, more heat and rubbing and rasping.

Legs lifted upward to wrap around Stack’s waist, a new brand of sensations washing over him with a different angle. When Stack began nursing upon Louis’ lip, drawing another trickle of blood out from him, a sweet euphoria overcame him, near-orgasmic pleasure dancing along every nerve-ending in his body.

He wanted to nip at Louis’ neck and suck hard at the blood, feeling it burn down his throat. "Louis...Louis..." he spoke the man's name with every bite. "Let me have you?" He nipped at his throat. Louis clutched at Stack, arms wrapped around broad shoulders weakly. A whimper was sobbed into the hollow of Stack’s neck as Louis replied to his question mentally, words burning like crackling electricity into his lover's mind, ‘Take me, brand me, own me,' as they moved together. Louis’ hips rose to meet Stack every time he drove deeper into his body, their bodies moving to an instinctive rhythm that was so deeply ingrained it was beyond primal.

In anticipation, Louis tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck. A single word fell from Louis’ lips, imploring, begging, and demanding all at once, "Please."

It was amazing how Louis’ skin burned when he had been so cold for so long. Lapping gently at the warm pulse, Stack bared his teeth and sank into Louis’ neck as gently as he could and wrapped his hand around Louis’ cock. Taking a sip, he nearly reeled at the salty-sweet taste and lapped hungrily at the wound. Both men’s cocks instinctively jerked, they were nearing their climax. Stack crashed his mouth onto Louis’, his blood mixing with their clashing teeth and saliva. He drilled himself into Louis, stilling as shot after shot of his come painted Louis’ walls. He wrapped his hand around Louis’ needy cock and stroked him, running his thumb over his tip. “You gonna make a mess, Louis?”

Louis bit down onto Stack’s shoulder as he bucked his hips up, ropes of white spilling out of his cock onto his stomach. Stack leaned down and lapped up Louis’s come before connecting their lips. “Taste so good,” Stack moaned into his mouth, his cock still hard inside Louis.

The two men pull apart, their chests heaving. The red light dimmed. The hum of the music beyond the back room faded into a muffled throb. Stack sat up, his skin gleaming with sweat that would never come again, Louis lay beneath him. “How do you feel?” Louis asked.

“Everything feels like it’s in colour.”

A silence stretched, rich but unheavy. Louis sat up, moving closer. He reached out and touched Stack’s wrist. Not for hunger. Just to touch.

“So what now? I don’t go burst into bats or hypnotise people into bed?” Stack chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.

Louis smiled, “You can,” amusement flickering in his tone. “But it’s not as charming as people make it seem.”

Stack shrugged, “Dunno…you’re very charming.”

Louis blushed, nodding to himself.

Stack looked around the room like he was seeing it for the first time. Louis stood, picking up his discarded clothes. “People will wonder where you are,” he glanced at the door.

Stack shook his head, “Everyone’s always known what I was running from. They’ll know I stopped.”

Louis slipped into his clothes, looking over his shoulder, “Yeah?”

“I’m still me. Just with sharper teeth and worse sleep.”

Louis stepped forward, gently placing his hand over Stack’s chest, right where the heartbeat used to be. “You’re not alone in it.”

“Yeah,” Stack whispered. “Neither are you…stay for a while?”

The door creaked. Somewhere outside, a bottle broke, laughter rising like smoke.

But inside, the stillness held.

Two men. Two monsters.

[freshllamapeace]

Interview x Sinner

If I were to write an interview with the vampire x Sinner fanfic would I go with the more rule heavy movie Sinners or with the very lax we are what we are Interview with the vampire?

I could also be like Remmick is a weak/ less powerful vampire but thats not as fun. I dont know advice?

[allthislove]

Aight,

Since the Loustack crackship is kinda bare on tumblr (it has a LOT of fics on Ao3, though!) I might write a couple of drabbles or something. If you know me IRL (or you've seen my posts on here), I'm working on some actual writing. Which is why I didn't want to do some fanfic. But I think it could be fun, and I miss writing fanfic.

As far as the Loustack controversies I've seen? I have mostly seen a little pushback on other socials. The crackship isn't big enough for more people to be mad. But some of them have been.

"Stack isn't gay!"

Which--- Human Stack wasn't gay/queer as far as we know. But being a vampire changes people. And also, being immortal, or functionally immortal, can alter your view on sexuality and pleasure. That's why so many vampires in fiction are essentially bisexual/pansexual. Also, it's fan fiction. Anything can happen in fan fiction. It does not need to be canon, BY FAR. I've seen every type of AU. MPREG. Plenty of "fix it fic." Fan fiction is INSPIRED BY the source material, but only needs to honor canon as much as the writer wants it to. The beauty of it is, you don't have to read any fic at all. So, it doesn't matter if someone makes their version of Stack queer and interested in Louis.

"The vampire lore is different!"

Yeah, it is. So? You could easily explain that by saying they're two different types/species of vampire. Problem solved.

"They wouldn't like each other!"

That's called an "enemies to lovers" trope. Next.

"They are both hard-headed and would lead each other into trouble."

And that's not a fun story?

"It minimizes/dismisses Louis' relationship with Lestat!"

... a crackship? To reiterate, Louis and Stack are not from the same universe. They will never meet in either canon. What someone writes in a fan work will not affect Louis' relationship with Lestat in the real AMC IWTV canon.

"Y'all are just putting them together because they're both Black vampires."

Yeah. And also because they're both hot. That's what fanfic is for. It's for going "oooh, they're hot! What if they fucked?" (Well... that's not the ONLY thing it's for, but it's a good place for it. ) But also, them meeting actually works really well, because they are both Gulf region Black vampires and Stack is turned in the 1930s, when we know Louis is already moping around New Orleans. Y'all do know Mississippi and Lousiana are right next to each other, right? It would honestly be extremely easy for them to meet. And considering how deep the vampire lore of Lousiana/New Orleans goes, and with Stack being a new vampire and all, it wouldn't even be far fetched for him to head to New Orleans to see if he could learn more about people like him. After all, Remmick is not around to teach him and Mary anything about how to be a vampire or anything.

Louis might be trouble, but so is Stack, and that's the fun of it.

"Why y'all gotta make everything gay?"

Because it's fun.

Anway. That's it. I might write a drabble or two.

[chevelleneech]

*deep sigh*

off to write another fic about Louis bouncing on it

and by “it” I mean Stack’s dick

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