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The night of his 264th birthday, Lestat wakes to the bliss of Louis in the coffin beside him. Pressed to him like a part of himself, like a limb. Like a second heart beating outside of his chest. He presses a kiss to Louis' forehead. And hums happily. And says, "Bonsoir, cheri. I was dreaming of you."

Louis blinks awake, inhales, smiles. Presses a sleepy little kiss to the corner of Lestat's mouth. "Is that so?"

"Oui," Lestat says, and kisses Louis on the forehead again. Soaking up the heat of his soft bare skin. So content in the quiet dark of their coffin he can't imagine ever opening the lid.

"And what was dream Louis doin' exactly?" Louis asks, and kisses Lestat on the mouth once, twice, three times.

"Oh, all sorts of terribly filthy things," Lestat says, drawing a little rumble of laughter from Louis at once.

"Guess he must've known it was your birthday, hm?" Louis says, his voice dropping low, dark as the coffin sealed off from the light all around them. His hand roaming down Lestat's chest, over his ribcage, falling sweet as kisses against the dip of his belly.

Lestat tries to respond but no words will come. His whole body seized with weakness as Louis' mouth begins to follow the trail mapped out by his hand.

Louis woke to the muffled sound of water. Alone in the coffin. Suspicious lack of Lestat’s heartbeat beside him. He let his eyes flutter open to the blackness and shoved at the lid until it opened.

OR

On the West Coast, Louis and Lestat find their home together.

Who wants to read an entire ~600 word scene from the upcoming sequel to my Loustat reunion fic? Because I'm 12k-deep into writing this thing and I'm getting so antsy to get it out into the world already but it's not even close to being done and I could perhaps use a bit of cheerleading so I'm just gonna drop said scene here lol...

Putting most of this under a cut I hope you all enjoy Louis and Lestat bickering about home decor. 🥰

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The sun had only just set but they’d already been up for an hour. They were standing in the living room on the rug that had been delivered while they were sleeping. The thick pile soft and plush against Louis’ bare feet. Lestat was splitting his time between frowning down at it and frowning over at Louis.

“This won’t do, mon cher. It’s too…” He gestured airily with one hand, sharp nails gleaming in the artificial light. “French country. Were we not going for coastal?” “I’m gonna ban you from watching those home reno shows on the iPad if you don’t—” Louis drew a breath and fought the urge to roll his eyes. “Thought you hated coastal.”

Lestat hummed, tipped his head to one side, scowled down at the rug. “Even so, is it not the aesthetic we are striving for here in our coastal home?”

“You picked out the rug, Lestat. You—”

“It looked different in the online pictures, cheri.”

“Buy another one, then.”

Lestat’s whole body swayed as he walked. Pants sitting low on his hips. Hips like weapons, swell of his ass like a homing beacon. And Louis almost forced himself to look away when Lestat stopped, and turned back. And met Louis’ gaze across the distance. His eyes lined in smudgy black lighting up exactly the way they had when Louis viewed him through the lens of his camera moments ago. Mouth quirking up in a secret smile meant for Louis and Louis alone.

Louis smiled back, couldn’t help it. Stomach doing some truly impressive acrobatics when Lestat turned away and disappeared in the direction of the stage. He was grateful for the wall for reminding his body to stay upright. He forced a breath, was just about to turn his eyes back to his camera when the muffled conversation two roadies were having over by the loading bay invaded his senses.

Once you break the seal on letting Louis call Lestat baby in a fic it’s over you can’t stop he’s calling Lestat baby forever

I posted this on twitter earlier but it occurs to me I should stop neglecting tumblr so much so do you guys wanna see the first tiny sneak peek of the upcoming sequel to my Loustat reunion fic? My happy place is Louis curling up in Lestat's lap tbh...

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Louis gave a little shake of his head. Took a long, deep drag on his cigarette, huffed out a veil of smoke. “Talkin’ in my sleep I guess,” he said, trying to think back. Finding nothing from the hours between falling asleep draped on top of Lestat in the coffin and the moment he’d blinked awake alone. “Make room.” Lestat took a final, lingering drag on his cigarette. Stubbed it out in the ashtray on the table beside him. Opened his arms with his eyes fixed and unblinking on Louis. Arms like wings, arms like doorways drawing Louis home. At once, Louis crawled into his lap, tucked his legs up, threw one arm around Lestat’s neck with his cigarette chugging like a smoke stack between his fingers. He sighed with his whole chest, pressed his face to Lestat’s neck and breathed the scent of him in. “You fed already,” he said, smelling the blood pumping hot and thick in the font of his artery. Louis’ fangs fell down just a hair before he forced them to pop back in.

Lestat hummed, rushed the rest of the way to Louis and tumbled down onto the chaise beside him. “Happiness looks divine on you, Saint Louis.” He inhaled. The scent of his beloved striking him like a blow to the heart. He pressed himself to Louis’ side, slid a hand along his nape below his stiff starched collar. Pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I’d purchase all of New Orleans and give it your name if I could only see you smile like this forever.”

OR

Lestat buys Louis the Fairplay Saloon. After, he wants to give him so much more.

Hello and happy Wednesday, friends! Who wants a lil sneak peek of my next Loustat fic? This one is set the night Lestat buys Louis the Fairplay Saloon and is—unsurprisingly—Very Very Horny. 💀 I'm not in a huuuuge hurry to get this one posted rn since I just posted a new fic, uh.... four days ago lmao. But I'm hoping to have the draft finished by the end of this week and maybe posted sometime next week? Fingers crossed! — Louis de Pointe du Lac looked good enough to eat. Or, well. Really—

Good enough for Lestat to crumble to his knees and beg to be the one who would be eaten.

It was a point of fact he always did, but tonight he was something radiant. Resplendent. A marvel in off-white linen. Luminous and near the point of godlike in his beauty. Pride thudding in his veins along with the fresh blood he’d taken from his nightly kill. Following their business at the Fairplay Saloon, they’d hunted together with a ravenous and single-minded sort of intent. Their bodies driven forward by nothing more than the blind lust that was leashed to their animal brains.

Louis hadn’t even hesitated. Pouncing on his prey and drawing their throbbing artery up to his famished lips. And drinking until he was sated.

Louis looked happy. Well and truly. Untortured in a way that was such a rarity it made Lestat’s heart ache to see it. For a long moment, he stood there in the drawing room of their Rue Royale home. Watching Louis where he sat on the chaise, slumped with his arms splayed out over the ornate, curving back of it. His whole body relaxed, his legs slightly parted. His eyes were shut and there was the phantom of a smile dancing over his lips. Like he was just waiting for someone to come along and draw the rest of it out.

“Mon cher…” Lestat approached slowly. One gentle, well-timed step at a time. Approaching as though a beast on the hunt. His eyes locked dead center on his prey, his lover, his heart. “Tell me how you’re feeling.”

Louis opened his eyes. That phantom smile of his blooming into something more true. The corners of his mouth soft little curls Lestat wanted to trace his finger against. “Like the king of the Quarter.”

Lestat hummed, rushed the rest of the way to Louis and tumbled down onto the chaise beside him. “Happiness looks divine on you, Saint Louis.” He inhaled. The scent of his beloved striking him like a blow to the heart. He pressed himself to Louis’ side, slid a hand along his nape below his stiff starched collar. Pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I’d purchase all of New Orleans and give it your name if I could only see you smile like this forever.”

Lestat drew a deep breath and stiffened a little. Ran a hand down Louis’ back over the silk of his pajamas. Slowly, slowly relaxed as he let the breath back out. “Our love making left you in quite a state, cheri,” he said, such fondness softening the lilt of his voice. His hand swept up and down Louis’ back again and again. “I didn’t wish to disturb your rest.”

The mere mention of their love making made Louis’ cock thump and his pulse flutter like a bird in his neck. He hummed, shifting just a little so he might reach down and grope Lestat’s soft cock through his pants. “And if I said I wish to disturb yours?”

OR

The one where Louis climbs into Lestat's coffin.

The door to Lestat’s dressing room was unlocked and slightly open. Two inches of artificial light spilling out in a golden arc on the floor. Roadies rushing in from the loading dock shoving flight cases packed with equipment and so completely lost in their tasks none of them seemed to notice Louis standing there at all.

OR

The groupies line up by the dozen to get on their knees for Lestat. Lestat only gets on his knees for Louis.

Lestat was talking in his sleep.

“Louis, Louis…”

Louis opened his eyes to the sound of his name falling from Lestat’s mouth like a sacred litany. He drew a breath. He could feel Lestat’s withered heart beating where they lay so close together. Could hear it pulsing on the air like some flagging piece of machinery.

“Louis. Louis.”

OR

Following their reunion, Louis gives Lestat everything he needs.

I haven't done WIP Wednesday in foreverrrr so who wants a little sneak peek of the Lousat post-season 2 finale thing I'm currently working on? I'm trying soooo hard to finish this thing as quickly as I can but I've just been so busy and distracted these past couple days. I'm hoping to have a nice chunk of time to get some writing done today tho. Fingers crossed I have this up within the next week or so! 🥰

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Lestat was talking in his sleep.

“Louis, Louis…”

Louis opened his eyes to the sound of his name falling from Lestat’s mouth like some sacred litany. He drew a breath. He could feel Lestat’s withered heart beating where they lay so close together. Could hear it pulsing on the air like some flagging piece of machinery.

“Louis. Louis.”

He was pressed to Louis from his head to his feet. Wrapped around Louis in the coffin like he was trying to meld their flesh together. His face tucked into the hollow of Louis’ throat as he muttered and dreamed.

“Louis. Louis. Louis—”

“Les. Hey…” Louis rubbed tiny circles against Lestat’s back, right between the pale crests of his shoulders. Feeling the cool skin under his tattered robe. Feeling the bones and flesh underneath. “Lestat. Hey. Wake up.”

Lestat flinched. Inhaled. Gasping, desperate sound of waking. “Louis…” Shaking in Louis’ arms like something on the verge of collapse. Skin like vellum, like breath. The quivering, fragile skin of a human being. “Louis. You’re…”

“Hey…” Louis pressed a kiss against Lestat's golden head. Outside the dark cocoon of the coffin, hurricane Odette was still raging. Wind howling through the shattered windows of the cottage on Dumaine Street. Rain falling through the cracks in the ceiling, pattering the coffin with its melody. “Hey. It’s okay, I’m—”

“Louis. You’re really here with me?”

The desire coming with the anger was not a thing Louis could have predicted. He could not have planned for this, what his body would decide to serve up just when he’d thought it devoid of all but the bare essentials. That the anger he’d drawn from Lestat would in turn fill him with something different. Some primal thing he’d thought lost to him a long time ago.

OR

Louis and Lestat fight and fuck during their seven years spent underground.

Desire thumped in Lestat like pure, unfiltered animal instinct. Like the want of the kill, the thrill of the hunt. Something up on its hind legs howling for the moon. “The night is young, my sweet. Give me just an hour? S'il te plaît, Louis. If I must, I will beg you.”

It was one of those rare Paris nights where Louis found himself in the apartment all alone. Well, alone in the literal, physical sense of the word. No other living thing—be they vampire or human—was present with Louis in the room. But—

Oh.

Lestat was there with Louis, of course.

Louis blinked. Lifted his head. Over by the doors that led to the apartment's tiny balcony, the vision of Lestat was standing with a smirk on his mouth.

“Well, this certainly isn’t your finest hour, mon cher, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t proud.”

OR

After the incident in the park, Lestat comes to Louis again.