#loustack

[forgivenessissupposedtobeearned]

if I see even one white person try to fandom-ify sinners by boiling it down to ships or “playing with characters like dolls” or incorrect quotes. you have the vampire diaries and twilight go do that shit elsewhere

[j0ysyndr0m3]

“merci, mon cher.”

louis (iwtv) x stack (sinnners)

done by @myacntcreate on IG / @th3ycntcr3at3 on twt

[chevelleneech]

Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: Sinners (2025), Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Elias "Stack" Moore/Louis de Pointe du Lac, Elias "Stack" Moore & Louis de Pointe du Lac, Elias "Stack" Moore & Elijah "Smoke" Moore Characters: Elias "Stack" Moore, Louis de Pointe du Lac, Elijah "Smoke" Moore Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Crossover, Crossover Pairings, Coming Out, Porn With Plot, Smut, Fluff and Angst, Bottom Louis de Pointe du Lac, Top Elias “Stack” Moore, Elias Moore has an oral fixation, Bisexual Male Character Summary:

A chance encounter in the summer of ‘32 leaves Stack with no more secrets, and Louis with a poem.

[edwardseve]

the last time louis and stack saw the sun rise was when they both lost their brother. stack was before he was turned into a vampire and paul due to suicide. i need to go lay down.

[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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[bronzeriot]

Lou was getting his back blown out by Stack in the meantime, while Loustat were in a ‘dry spell’.

Can you imagine Louis coming home to his filthy townhouse, getting all disheveled, pulling out his sad stack of books, and draping himself onto the bed in his robe—just in time for Lestat to walk in and catch him in full-on depressed mode?

They shipping Loustack on twt and I lowkey need it badly

[tommensbaratheons]

#much to think about

[phosphorusab]

Divergent timeline fic idea where by the Grace of God, Loustat manages to separate from each other, and single father Louis blends his family with Stack and Mary, who help him run Azalea Hall. Sammie after becoming famous, sometimes comes to visit his cousin, playing his music and reuniting Loustack with their lost brothers.

Meanwhile Lestat and Antoinette ruthlessly unicorn hunt Remmick, he gets sick of their shit and deports himself back to Europe in the middle of another World War, and finds Armand’s coven and joins Théâtre des Vampires.

[onlymurdersintheafterparty]

It’s missing Loustat hours over here and I’m wondering what it would be like if they went to the Cowboy Carter tour and took Claudia. Of course the concert outfits would be amazing and they’d definitely be partying in a VIP box. I’m cackling at the idea of Beyoncé looking in their direction and smiling and them fighting over who she was looking at (She was actually looking at Claudia) 😂

Also those posts discussing whether or not Louis and Stack would be friends was some great discourse. I personally don’t see the romance angle but I could see them being friends or rivals.

[lady-of-the-gothic-manor]

This is still an IWTV blog, but I just wanted to hop on here to say:

Liking Remmick as a compelling character is fine, but to everyone who maintains that he’s a poor bby, I think you missed the point.

And I don’t even think you can make the excuse that “you just like the vampires over the humans in vampire media” because Stack and Mary are literally RIGHT THERE! They regained some sort of conscious humanity AND they have about 60 years of unexplored vampiric adventures to focus on.

No, you don’t just dislike human characters; you’re just missing the whole point of the film.

(Also, I love LouStack, like YES, let Louis be in a relationship with another black vampire; I still love Loustat, obviously, but LouStack doesn’t have any effect on IWTV canon, so I say live and let live)

[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.

[meanmisscharles]

The main reason I ship Loustack is that Louis de Pointe du Lac deserves someone that hears his story and can offer him a chest to lay on to hear that "groaning that can't be uttered" and Stack deserves someone to allow him pick up the song about Black loss where Delta Slim left off.

[chevelleneech]

So, my last fic is complete. It’s the second longest I’ve written, and I can’t wait to post it for all the people who have given me nothing but love for my writing. I can’t explain how great it’s been.

[allthislove]

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

[meanmisscharles]

Update on my Loustack fic, even though it's a tiny one.

[chevelleneech]

Sorry not sorry, but I love how mad some people are getting over Loustack. It’s a crack ship that’s never going to affect canon, but still, people saying they’re happy to see Louis fucking on a Black vampire is getting under folks skin. Got them talking about, “Why reduce Lestat to just a white man?” and “Lestat is more than just Louis’s white husband.”

Who cares! Again, it’s not going to change their canon, because Stack and Louis are from different universes. It’s fun to ship them, because it can be done far easier than most crack ships. And Lestat and Mary are just their “white partners” because they are. They are obviously important to their story in canon, but the same way white and non-Black fans erase the importance of Black characters in fic… welcome to it. White love interest do not have to be involved in someone’s fic if they don’t want them to be.

The same way y’all defending writing fic about Remmick at all. The same way people are asking for fic about Bert. If non-Black fans can focus on the white characters and shove them up in importance, Black fans can break universe and write about Louis and Stack having a grand old time between the sheets.