oh how did this become loustat representation in tumblrs ships week

sketch and gray scale 💅

i present to you lebubu’s husband ✨loububu ✨

woke up thinking about the image of louis’ small paws rubbing lestat’s knuckles. and it’s the first solid physical skin on skin contact between them and lestat is internally freaking out “don’t let your fangs pop out don’t let your fangs pop out don’t spook him away”

them going to separate coffins cz they had a fight but louis can’t sleep unless he’s cuddled up. so he thinks fuck it I’m just gonna slide in there lestat won’t even notice. but lestat is wide awake for the same reasons and pulls him in as soon as louis opens the lid

louis giving lestat a whole speech about needing time and space to figure things out etc etc while fully convinced lestat is gonna be at his feet in two days and he can be a little smug about it. except it’s been months and lestat is nothing but friendly, so friendly it makes louis wanna throw up.

lestat hasn’t slipped once: not a single endearment, not a single touch beyond bro-like pat on a shoulder, no innuendos, nothing. and old insecurities start to come up: what if lestat simply doesn’t want him that way anymore?

it takes lestat trying to set him up with a hook up to make louis snap.

“mom ami, that guy at the bar been trying to get your attention since we came in, you should go have fun”

and louis sees red

“have. fun. ? I’m your HUSBAND and you telling me to go have fun with some dude?? what the fuck is wrong with you?? you should’ve been at his throat the second he layed his eyes on me”

“mon ami, I thought–”

“one more "mon ami” and I’m going to slit your fucking throat again"

and at that louis sees something click for lestat, there’s familiar glint in his eyes and his lips curve into that smug little smile and his whole demeanor changes and louis knows his lestat is back