#Luis Serra resident evil

[longingforthecosmos]

Nuestro Último Baile

also titled El Baile de los Maricos by a lucky series of jokes

I love their faces so much

[messenger-of-babel]

With You Again

Summary: Luis made you a promise, and that was that he would come back no matter what. (Luis x reader)

Word Count: 2.8K

Notes: I 👏 LOVE 👏 LUIS. I was so excited to get a chance to write for him so I hope I did him justice. Warning for potentially incorrect Spanish? I checked twice to be sure, and it's basics, but please please let me know if something's off. Minor language.

Ahhh Luis how I miss you TT.

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Luis Serra had always been an enigma of a man.

You couldn't fault that, after all it is what drew you to him in the first place. Sure, maybe it had started out with the intentions of being a one-night stand, a mere hookup. You mean, who could resist the way he looked bathed in the dim lighting of the bar, one arm thrown over the back of the bar stool, other hand tapping the table twice as he asked for a refill. The way that his eyes caught your gaze, sizing you up like prey, causing a charming grin to flash your way.

Sure, that is what had brought you in, but that's not what made you stay.

You stayed because you didn’t realise how warm those arms could keep you at night until you had slept in them. You didn’t realise how soft those fingers against the table could be until he was running them through your hair while you watched TV on your couch, massaging your scalp softly after a long day. His eyes may gleam like a predator, but after the moonlight's gone they soften like an unfurling cat, warm and comforting. The way the smile that screamed 'mistake' could melt into a soft grin when he laughed.

However, for all of his soft edges, there was still a cold shadow that clung to him. You could see it in the way his eyes clouded over on nights you'd been having a few too many glasses of wine, his gaze cast out the window. The tense purse of his lips when you asked him to share about his day at work, the anxious chuckle and flirtatious direction when you asked about his family.

"You want to know more about me, eh cariño?" he'd chuckle, pet name rolling off his tongue like honey. "I'm flattered."

He'd tell you the barest of bones, times about living with his grandfather in a rural village back in Spain. You hadn't pushed when you came up against his resistance. People had skeletons in their closet, that much was to be expected. You just couldn't help the gnaw of worry that dared to ask how many you'd count if you opened that door.

That was the way you ran your relationship, and for one whole year it worked fine. He'd go to work, a small university science lab he had signed up for. Apparently, he had some big wig science gig before meeting you, but he said he wanted something smaller, something less stressful.

"Needed a change of pace." he said to you over breakfast one day, but his jaw was tensed and his eyes flickered back to his food after only a moment.

So, when you came back home one night, you had expected him to still be holed up on the other side of the city. What you hadn't expected was the form of your boyfriend, half-dressed pulling your apartment to shreds. As you walked into the carnage of the living room, a pang of fear springs into your lungs when you see his shirtless form changing into new clothes, his body language anxious and wound. A brief second passes and your mind can only assume that he's cheating, why else would he be in a rush half naked? However, when his eyes meet yours, they're clouded in a different kind of guilt.

"Mi Vida." he greets softly, hands still busying themselves but eyes softening the way they only do for you. Your mouth moves silently as you scan the overturned couch, books thrown over the rug. "What the hell is going on?" you breathe out, eyebrows pinching together. Luis comes in front of you, grabbing your arms softly and sliding his hands up till he grips your wrists. His warm hands cover your own in a single motion, rough callouses of his thumbs pressing into the soft centre of your palms. "Lo siento," he murmurs, bringing his face closer to yours. You can't help the way that blood rushes to your ears, and your breath comes out in soft exhales, warm against his lips. "I didn't want you to worry. I didn't think you were going to be back so soon."'

"Well, I was." you say back softly. "And too late, I'm incredibly concerned."

His lips twitch into a small smile, the candle of mirth in his eyes sputtering weakly. "You care too much about a man like me, cariño." he says softly, tone warm.

 "I care just enough." you defend. "Now tell me what is going on."

He dips his head forward, kissing you briefly as he pulls away. "One for the road." he says, eyes sad despite the smile he sends your way. Your blood freezes. Maybe you would you have done better to catch him cheating.

"Are we breaking up?" you ask, incredulous and voice on the rise. "Are you leaving?"

He's still scavenging things to throw into a duffel bag on your coffee table, flipping through books. "I'm not cheating." he says firmly, eyes meeting yours. "Never that. So don't mistake it. But..." he says quieter as he shoves a paperclipped stack of folders into the bag. "I do have to go."

The zipper squeals as he slides it harshly, throwing his eyes to the bedroom before back to you. He sighs. "Mi Vida, I…I'm not as good of a person as you think I am." he murmurs softly. "There's things you don't know about me, things that would make you run for the hills faster than I could catch you."

His eyes look up to meet yours, searching. "But you make me want to be better, no- you make me better, cariño." he says, voice growing in passion. You come around to stand back in from of him, determined. "Then tell me. Tell me what's going on, I can help."

He shakes his head. "I'm doing this for you. I'm doing this for all the people I've hurt. I would never be able to forgive myself if something happened. Let’s just say I, uh, have some loose ends to tie up." he says, hand on your shoulder. "Things back home that I have to fix."

"Back home like…your village back home?" you ask curiously. He winces at that but eventually nods.

"See, when I left, I didn't look back. I didn't leave in a very…favourable fashion let’s just say. But the people there are suffering or have suffered all because of me. Something I did." he says, tone heavy. "I can't…I can't just ignore it. I have to make it right. If I'm to be with you, I need to make it right." he says. There's conviction in his voice, his hand tightening slightly but not enough to hurt.

"Luis, you don't need to do anything." you reply, placing your hand delicately over his. He just shakes his head again, exhaling softly through his nose.

"Please," he says, voice quiet. "I want to be the man you deserve, cariño. I have to go back." he murmurs. The tone manages to bring tears to your eyes, and your do your best to not let them mist over.

"You make it sound like it's going to be dangerous." you chuckle, but there's no humour to it, smile falling a second later. "Oh, Luis," you breathe out. "Just what have you gotten into?" your fingers go up to trace his cheek, and he tilts his face into your open palm. He offers you a weak smile in return. "Nothing I can't handle." he says back in that flirtatious tone you love, making you roll your eyes. They land on the duffle bag, and your shoulders sag.

"You're really leaving huh?" you whisper, and he nods solemnly.

"Aye, cariño. I am." he confirms, stepping back from you. You feel like you should be screaming or crying, anything but the feeling in your chest. It’s warm but heavy, constricting your lungs. It doesn't feel real, like a thick blanket was cast over your emotions. You are only able to do one thing, which is a short nod. His eyes soften slightly as your dejected look reaches him. "It's not forever. Not if I can help it. I'm going to change." he reassures you.

You head into the bedroom silently, the decor faring little better than the living room. You wish you were able to conjure the voice within yourself to scream at him, tell him that you didn’t want him to change. That you wanted him to stay the same Luis who loved you all the same, who woke you up early in the morning with coffee and kept you up all night in bed. There's files and documents scattered about that you've never seen before, hidden around the apartment. The paintings, the pillows, the mattress, all hiding places now clearly revealed by him on his rampage. You step over all of it, instead heading to check something at the bottom of the closet.

Luis comes to stand by the doorframe, now covered in a button up that was draped on the back of the overturned couch. "Cariño?" he calls curiously, eyes worried and face pinched. As you open the closet you can see he hadn't found the box, and your shoulders drop in relief. You pull it out and stand back up, coming over to him. The wrapping is simple. A large, cream coloured box and lid, slightly dusty from sitting there for months.

"For you." you softly offer, holding it out for him. "It was for our anniversary next month. But if you're leaving…" your voice finally wobbles and the tears threaten to burn again. "You…you are coming back, right?" you ask, salty water slipping forth finally. He pulls you into a hug instantly, his heart breaking as he sees you struggle. "I will do everything I can to come home, cariño." he murmurs firmly. "Please know that."

He takes the box gingerly, eyes crinkling in the corners as he takes in your gift. He puts it on the bed and removes the lid, pushing the wrapping paper aside as he picks up your gift. He turns it over in his hands, lips parting in awe. "Mi Vida..." he says, a grin forming. "You've outdone yourself."

In his hands is an embossed leather jacket, colour gradient shifting in the low light. The embossed parts on the shoulders are a light golden colour, highlighting the filigree design that curls onto the back as well. Two sets of buckles and straps sit low so he can adjust it, and the collar is flat and neat.

"I got it custom made." you say softly, heart soaring as he tries it on and gestures with his arms.

"It fits like a glove," he smiles at you. "How do I look?"

A soft smile crosses your face as you come to him, smoothing the lapels down. "I think you look, incredibly, incredibly handsome." you beam. He makes a look of mock offence. "Only handsome? What about incredibly daring? overwhelmingly sexy, eh?" he teases, making you roll your eyes.

"Oh yes, I'm practically ripping my clothes off." you joke arms coming to rest on his shoulders as your arms circle his neck. His teeth flash dangerously as you say that. "Don't tempt me." he teases, ducking his head down to steal a kiss from you.

You slip a hand inside the pocket on the front, pulling out a piece of paper between your fingers. His eyes trace it as you flip it, showing him the photo of the two of you from your first date. He had taken you out dancing but one of your shoes had broken only a few hours into the night, so you had both ended up at his place downing a few bottles of wine over conversation. Your cheeks are flushed and eyes hazy with wine, glass still raised to your lips despite the smile you're wearing. He's got a lit cigarette trapped between his pointer and forefinger; eyes surprised as you snap the photo. Luis's eyes crinkle in warmth as he looks at it.

"You said you didn't any photo that night," he says, lips tilting upwards. "You little liar."

You shrug, patting the pocket you pulled it out of. "I wanted it to be a surprise. So, you could carry around a memory of us."

His hearts warms and he can't help but spin you around. "You really are too good to me," he murmurs into your hair, placing a kiss there.

"I wanted to get you something you'd actually wear. Something fitted and made with all the love I could put into it so it would be like a hug whenever you wore it. I added something too, it's not very good but…" you say, pulling up the collar to point out the wonky brand etched into the underside of it, pointing out the rough stitches of your initials together. "I wanted it to be able to hug you when I can't." you say softly. Luis's eyes mist up before they close softly.

"Te amo," he whispers. "Te amo mucho. I promise. I promise I'll come back. In some way or some form, I’ll be with you again." he slides the photo back into the jacket and pats the pocket. "After all, I got a piece of you with me now, eh?"

He spends the night with you, his hands refusing to be anything but intertwined with yours despite their penchant to wander. His lips brand across your skin like a starved man, his body committing yours to memory. He was gone in the next morning, apartment put back together as much as it could be and bed cold when you rolled over.

Days turned to weeks, weeks to months, and the anxious pit only grew. It made you stay up, looking to the door every night as if he'd come waltzing in, shit eating grin on his face and arms open and expectant.

One night when you do get the knock your heart leaps into our throat, forgoing the slippers in favour of dashing to the door. You open it with eagerness, pulse rapidly thumping in excitement to scold him. To chastise him for making you wait so long, for taking his sweet time away from you.

it isn't Luis.

It's a solemn looking man on your apartment doorstep, eyes cast down and fingers fiddling awkwardly with a piece of crumpled paper in his hands. The man clears his throat, and when he speaks you can pick up his American accent. "Is this the residence of Luis Serra?" he asks quietly, and your heart falls seeing the paper he now holds to eyesight. The paper with your address, written in Luis's familiar chicken scratch.

No.

No no no.

you shake your head in panic but collect yourself and eventually nod. "Yeah." you force out. "It is."

His face flickers with recognition, falling sadly. "I see." he says softly, before reaching for something in his pocket, pulling it out with a closed fist. He hovers it over your shaky one, and something cool drops into your trembling palm. Uncurling your fingers, tears drip down your nose as you recognise his silver rings, flecked with dark copper specks.

"He was my…my friend." the man starts, head bowed. "He saved us. We wouldn't have made it out without him."

You don’t hear the words, the subtext ringing in your mind.

He's dead. Luis Serra is dead.

You manage to stutter out a thank you, leaving the two of you in an awkward silence as he stands in the doorway. "I tried to get his jacket." the man softly says, straightening himself to leave. "He said he wanted to give you something of his, but he refused to take it off. He…he said he wanted to feel you with him when he went."

That’s enough to pull a sob from you, and the man looks away guiltily. "I'm so sorry for your loss." he murmurs, before he takes his leave and you shut the door, sliding down it. You cried into the rings clutched in your hands, shaking. You slipped them onto your fingers, the cool metal too big to sit properly. You clench your fists in a prayer, trying to control your breath. Your thumb rubs across the grooves of the metal, some patches worn from Luis carrying out the same motion.

Luis didn't come home.

but sitting on the floor of your apartment living room with tears down your cheeks, thumbs spinning his favourite rings, you remembered what he told you.

In some way or some form, I’ll be with you again.

You laugh with no joy, fingers digging into the metal. You only had his rings, but that was all you needed to know he was in the room with you.

[takkebboki]

Helloooo!! I totally forgot to post this here omg, here's a Luis drawing I made a couple days ago!

I still have to find a way to make his facial features more simplistic to fit my style, but I think it turned out pretty neat! :3

[marys-little-cringes]

Chrismas Ashley, Luis and Leon for you.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Something with Luis? Maybe reader steals his jacket cause she's cold and Luis offers a 'different' way to get warmth, if you catch my drift?

A/n: Hello 👀👀👀.

Warnings: mild smut, hinted at because I’m sick and it’s hard to write full blown smut. Implied sex, teasing but if you want a full blown smut fic of this let me know

You liked that Luis was bigger than you, it meant that you could easily wear his clothes as they always dwarfed you and today was no different. It was rather cold in your home town. Something that caused you to steal a certain man’s jacket.

Now sitting on the couch wearing your boyfriends coat you could feel yourself starting to drift off only to be woken up by Luis’s voice.

“Ahh here is my sleeping beauty…I wonder if a kiss from a handsome Prince would wake you up.” He hummed leaning down, feeling his lips against your own you smiled against his lips.

Smiling you slowly opened your eyes to see the man’s bright smile. “Look how cute you look, Hmm and looking very good in my jacket.”

Chuckling you shook your head tugging his jacket closer to your body enjoying the warmth it was giving off. “I can’t help it…I was cold.”

Scoffing, Luis pushed you back down on the couch as he let his fingers slip under your shit. “Is that so, my dear princesa.” He let his lips gaze your neck. “I have you know that I much better idea with warming up…a little fun yes?!”

A slight giggle escaped your lips as you cup his cheek drawing him in for a kiss as you let your fingers run through his hair. “Then what are you waiting for handsome?”

Grinning Luis pushed your shirt up as he placed a kiss to your stomach, his fingers quickly unbuttoning your pants. “I do hope you’re ready princesa, it is about to get very hot on here.

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[spookymystery67]

I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: I apologize if the format looks any different for this chapter. I had to post it through the app which I hadn't done before, but the website WOULD NOT copy-paste like it usually does so I had to try it out here. And I'm sorry for the wait everyone. I truly am trying to get myself together. I don't know why writing is so hard to do right now, but believe me, I'm sick of it too. I want my motivation back! Anyways, this chapter is just slightly shorter than the new average word count of my chapters lately. Still over 2k words, so I call that a win for my unmotivated ass. I figured the ending of this chapter was a good point to stop so I could get something out for you all. I still can't believe so many people enjoy this story and I am still so grateful for the support and love you all give. Thanks so much and I hope you enjoy!

It's concerning, and incredibly frustrating, how often Leon's life has been in danger since his arrival to Los Iluminados. You'd think the government would have trained their soldiers in stealth missions.

Chapter 22:

If they did, Leon likely failed.

You and Ada had arrived at the house just in time, with her saving Leon from a large man with a beard in a trench coat and hat. The man oddly reminded you of the Tyrant, Mr. X, you all had encountered back in Raccoon City. Granted, you couldn't get a good look at him, electing instead to remain hidden from both him and Leon so as to not cause any more issues with the mission at hand.

Ada had grappled to the roof of the house, while you had remained on the ground so she could help more easily. Hard to shoot a gun while using a grappling hook. Even harder to do so while also carrying your girlfriend.

Leon left the house shortly after the man with the beard had. So, moving swiftly, you climbed your way up the house to the second floor as Ada jumped down to the same spot from the roof. Opening the window, she nudged for you to go in first. You checked the surrounding area in case there were any enemies, before quietly climbing through the window after seeing nothing of concern.

Maybe you should have been more thorough with your search of the area, considering as soon as you found a lead to where Luis could be and went to exit the house, you both were attacked by the bearded man and friends. 

It was not a fun encounter. But thanks to Ada's quick thinking and her handy dandy grappling hook, you both made it out in relatively one piece.

Finding your way to the abandoned factory, Ada took the lead and carefully entered before you. Gun in hand and ready to fight.

“Not a soul in sight.” She said, putting her gun away. 

You pointed to the corpse on the floor. “No one except that guy.” 

She hummed in acknowledgement. “Might have been Luis’s doing.” She activated her fancy contact lenses. “I'm picking up his footprints. This way.” She beckoned.

You were right behind her as she followed the footprints, keeping your eyes peeled for any other clues to his whereabouts, before finding his pack of cigarettes with the numbers “422 1625” written on the it. 

“Is this his frequency?” Ada questioned.

“Try it out.” You shrugged.

Taking out her radio, she set it to the frequency written on the pack and you both waited with bated breath. Thankfully, Luis answers and you sighed with a smile, happy to see the man was alive.

“Ada?” He laughs in relief. “I knew you'd find me!”

“That's my job.” She responded with exasperation.

“Is Sénorita with you?” He asked. You rolled your eyes fondly. He hasn't referred to you by your actual name at all since the moment you've met. At first you found it a little annoying. Now it kind of amused you.

“Right here. I have a name you know.” You called out.

“Ah, but Sénorita rolls off the tongue better.” He teased with a grin. 

Ada interrupted, not at all in the mood to deal with Luis's constant flirty comments that he enjoyed throwing at the two of you. “Are you about ready to hand over the Amber?” 

“There's a big house just outside the village past the windmill. You know it?” Luis questioned.

“Yeah, I know it.”

“Then I'll meet you here. I'll be waiting.” He said, ending the call shortly after.

“Cool. Let's get out of here. I don't like this place.” You said.

“Agreed.”

Only, of course it wasn't that easy. It was at that moment a bunch of the villagers, including one with a chainsaw, decided to bombard their way into the factory and attack you both from every angle. Getting out of the fight was as difficult as it was annoying. But somehow you both managed.

You and Ada ran out the door of the abandoned factory, with Ada running ahead of you.

Clutching her head with a grunt, Ada's sudden stop instantly made you concerned and on high alert. You didn't see the creature, but you were surrounded by villagers. You both had to get out of there. Now.

“Ada? What's wrong?” You had your gun out, so when she started to faint you were unable to catch her in time. 

You gasped and quickly kneeled beside her, checking her pulse and feeling relieved when you felt her heart still beating. Though it was a little fast. And there were markings that resembled veins on her face that really worried you. Whatever that creature infected her with, it was getting worse and you needed to find a cure. Fast.

But you needed to focus on one thing at a time. And that one thing was getting you and Ada safely away from the infected villagers you were surrounded by. 

“Need a hand?” A cold voice drawled.

You jumped to your feet and turned around so fast you were dizzy. Yet the gun in your hand was steady. The slight blurriness of your vision cleared away soon enough and focused right on the source of that cold voice. 

Wesker.

“Do I have a choice?” You practically snarled, not wanting to accept help from such an awful person. But you knew full well there wasn't any room for argument with the man.

He aimed his pistol at a nearby villager and pulled the trigger without so much as a glance away from you. “No.”

“Then by all means.” You picked Ada up to the best of your ability as Wesker took out any villager in your way, dragging her to the building he led you to and placing her on a bed once you've reached your destination safely.

Safe? Were you at all safe in the vicinity of Albert Wesker? You didn't think so. Interactions with him have to be done carefully.

And by that, you meant you have to remain silent and as far away from the man as possible until Ada wakes up. So you sat on the bed beside Ada and planned to do just that.

Until you saw Wesker making his way over to Ada with a needle. 

“What the hell are you doing?” You asked with alarm. He just looked at you with his usual deadpan expression.

“That's none of your concern.”

“None of my concern? I find it pretty concerning that you're trying to stick a needle in my unconscious girlfriend.” 

Your reply seemed to agitate him, judging by the way his harsh features hardened even further. He walked closer to you. Far too close for comfort.

“Keep in mind that you and Ada are expendable. The moment you have little of use to me is the moment I would happily see to it you both are dead. Especially you, Y/n. The only reason you aren't dead is because I need Ada to get this done. But she is very quickly becoming a problem for me. And so are you.” Wesker looked you dead in the eye. And despite the sunglasses, you can feel the weight of his glare easily. 

“Do you really want to interfere while Ada is unconscious and unable to fight back any attack to come her way?” He challenged.

You glared, rage running through you. But accepted your loss and shook your head no. You have no way of winning a fight with the man. And you sure as hell didn't want to chance it while he was so close to Ada, who was prone to any attack at the moment.

“Good. Stay in line. And you will live.” He finished, as if it was simple. 

It wasn't simple. It killed you to watch Wesker draw blood from her while she was none the wiser. You felt as though you had betrayed her. And what's worse was the thought that followed after he finished obtaining her blood without her consent.

You paled in realization. He must want it for some kind of experiment. Why else would he want her infected blood? A plan B for if this whole mission turned into a failure. How many people will get hurt now because of this blood sample? How many more will die?

You already feel responsible for those lives who have yet to suffer because of this. But what choice did you have? He could hurt Ada.

Please wake up, Ada.

As if she could read your mind, she immediately gasped awake and looked around in alarm. You grabbed her hand and she flinched, before realizing it was you and relaxing slightly. She went to speak but you quickly shook your head. She was confused, until you gestured to where Wesker stood by the window.

She looked over your shoulder and her eyes widened as she noticed Wesker for the first time, with his back turned to the bed you both sat on. She quickly schooled her features before he could see her surprise.

“Having a bad day?” He asked her, putting the needle away before turning to face her completely. He was ignoring your existence now, but you didn't mind after what just had occurred with Wesker. You'll let Ada deal with him. She has the most experience with the man.

“Wesker. To what do I owe this pleasure?” She asked lightly. Though it was very clear she didn't want to deal with the man either.

Wesker was not having any of the pleasantries. “Stop wasting my time, Ada. Find Luis. Fetch me the Amber.”

“I should probably thank you for this room. Are you staying… to back us up?” She asked. You really hoped he wouldn't stay.

“I'm not here to babysit you. See that you and Y/n remain an asset. Not a liability. I have absolutely no use for your incompetence.” Wesker threatened.

Ada stood up quickly, a bit irritated. “Easy with the threats, Wesker.”

“Just get it done. I'll be in touch.” With that, Wesker walked out, carrying the case that held the needle and her blood.

Not a moment after, her radio rang. You stood to your feet as she immediately answered it. Luis's voice sounded through the speaker of the device.

“Ada! You're okay. I've been waiting and, uh, you're still coming right?” Luis asked.

“Yes, just had some business to attend to. Y/n and I are on our way now.” Ada reassured him.

“Got it. See you soon. Ciao.” 

The call ended and she put the radio away, then looked at you. “You've been awfully quiet. You alright?” 

Looking at her in disbelief, you responded, “Am I alright? I should be asking you that. What happened back there?”

“The infection is getting worse.” She paused. “But I should be fine. There should be enough time to get the Amber and then an antidote.”

She didn't sound so sure, and you weren't convinced. “Uh huh. And where and how are we going to get an antidote?”

She looked unsure, then shrugged. “Um, one step at a time. Come on. We have to get to Luis.”

You followed after her, exiting the house to get to the location Luis wanted to meet at. As you walked you decided to mention what Wesker did. “Ada?”

“Yes, dear?” She called over her shoulder, focusing on her surroundings yet still hearing what you have to say.

You didn't know how else to say this, so you just said it. “Wesker. H-... he took some of your blood.” 

She froze in her tracks and faced you in bewilderment. Shock, confusion, then horror became evident on her face as she took in your words and quickly made the same conclusion you did when she was still unconscious not that long ago. 

He stole her blood for whatever virus was currently coursing through her veins.

“He knows?” She asked you.

“That you are infected with something? I think so. I can't think of any other reason he would do this.” You paused, before sighing in defeat. “I wanted to stop him. But he threatened your life and you were unconscious and-”

“Sweety!” Ada interrupted with a raised hand. “It's fine. I completely understand. I am upset at the situation, but not with you.” She huffed. “I'm pissed off actually. At Wesker. Clearly his mother didn't teach him manners.”

“Does he have a mother? I would think he was created in a lab or something.” Not your best joke. But nonetheless, a small smile still appeared on her face.

She shook her head. “Who the hell knows. Come on, not much we can do about it now. Let's focus on Luis.”

With a nod, you followed Ada to resume your mission once more. To Luis. To the Amber. And hopefully, to an antidote for Ada before it is too late for her.

(Edit: I got rid of the spaces. Between paragraphs. Hopefully it looks better and more like the usual posts.)

[sorry-but-no-sorry]

Alive!Luis au thought

After the rescue, Luis crashed at Leon’s place until he can get his bearings in the US (and waiting for Ashley’s influence to get his professional past cleared)

Even after all the hell, deceptions, shattered dreams and pain he went through he still felt terribly homesick. Before the Plagas and los illuminados, his Home village was filled with good memories and cherished moments and now well… it’s permanently destroyed, gone to ashes and he unknowingly had a role in its destruction

He misses those memories and moments and he, oh so dearly, misses his grandfather the most.

So despite acting cocky, suave and debonair since he escaped, Leon knew Luis was not ok. He knows that mask himself all too well.

I guess you could say his hoarding and box breaking habits came in handy.

One evening, When Luis was out exploring the town, Leon got into the spare bedroom and set up a little space on a shelf yet-to-be-filled.

A journal, a photo, a ring and an old dusty damaged book of “El ingenioso hidalgo don Quixote de la Mancha (primera parte)” by Miguel de Cervantes.

When Leon first found them in that broken house, he almost payed no attention. But after meeting Luis things started to click, especially when he saw his passion for the Hidalgo. What he found in that house belonged to Luis’ grandfather, that house was Luis’ and he got trapped underneath.

Come to think of it, those sets of test tubes should have clued him in.

Luis never had the chance to say goodbye to his grandfather nor had the chance to grieve his home properly. After all the work Luis put through to redeem himself, saving not only Him but also Ashley from becoming meat puppets. It’s the least he could do for him. In all that nightmare, there’re still good memories that deserve to be kept close.

[diviedrawn]

Resident Evil 4: jjba edition

[unicornconnor]

Happy end

[princerevenant]

don quixote and sancho panza 👯

[daily-leon]

[messenger-of-babel]

Ten Seconds

Summary: In ten seconds Luis Serra made your world change forever. (Luis Serra x reader)

Word Count: 1.9K

Notes: Omg so rushed I'm sorry today- drowning in work atm so early post. There's some smoking and coarse language involved, some character death. Other than that, enjoy! Reminder to take care of your bodies and your mental health as well. RiRi~ xx

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Ten seconds is all it takes for your world to be changed forever.

One moment your pulse is thudding against your skin, blood rushing in your ears from the adrenaline. Despite the situation there was a reflexive smile on your lips; who knew that riding a mine cart like that could be so fun? Your eyes met Leon's, the other agent you were assigned to, and he chuckled at your flushed expression before shaking his head softly.

"Don't get used to it. Not all missions are a literal roller coaster ride."

Your eyes flitted ahead to the Spaniard, the flirtatious man who you'd slowly taken a liking to. You'd both encountered him while exploring down near the lakeside, finding him tied up in a sack within the cellar. Despite the situation he'd asked for a smoke, stunning both of you. What was more outrageous was the fact that you reached into your vest and pulled out one, sliding it between his lips while Leon gave you a deadpan stare.

"What?" you had grumbled, catching Leon's side eye. "I was trying to quit anyways, they were just in case." you nonchalantly shrugged, hands busying themselves with the rope once more. Leon just rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Why am I not surprised?" he asked groaned under his breath. You had a snappy retort prepared on the tip of your tongue as usual, but the absolute unit of a pastor behind you took you by surprise before the words could even get a chance to form. The last thing you heard was the Spaniard yelling at Leon to move while you were already flying through the air, head colliding with the stone wall of the cellar and leaving you motionless on the ground.

When you had come to you three had been chained together, an ordeal in itself. The two men in front of you loved nothing more than to bicker, hardly noticing the villager that had come to check on you until you had already jumped him, wrapping your legs around his neck until his neck till he passed out. "Pay attention next time!" you had snapped, uncurling your legs from around the body and raising to shaky feet. You huffed; breathing quickened from suddenly jumping into action.

That was when you had met the eyes of Luis Serra.

His eyes were as warm as they were endless, melted pools of amber that flickered in the low light. He cast you a charming grin, a smile that slunk around the corners of his grip like a stray cat. It was in that moment he took the key from your hands in a moment before you could react, face coming so close to yours that you could feel his breath ghosting across your lips. As your breathing hitched he pulled away, his chains clattering to the floor. "Lo siento," he spoke, voice floating with a low timbre that suited him so well. "We'll have to meet up later, eh?" he chuckled, sending a playful wave and throwing the key into a corner of the room as he exited the basement.

You turn, lining yourself up in front of the scowl Leon is sending your way. You shrug. "Hey, you would have been distracted as well." you try to defend, making your partner just shakes his head and head to the direction of the key. "Hey, he might not be that bad!" you protest as he pushes past, making him scoff. "He might grow on you."

And that he did.

He might have grown on you more than Leon, who was starting to feel like a chaperone to cheesy play dates. Leon had tried to make a passing comment about it, clearly perturbed by your lack of guard around the strange man, even going as far as to make jabs at your potential infatuation. He had however, shut up promptly when you caught sight of Ada and his breathless expression. You took great pleasure in reminding him that while you were his partner, he was still the bigger hypocrite between you both.

Hunnigan was working on a more comprehensive background check of the man known as Luis Serra, but he had already helped you out a couple of times. You couldn't deny that he had helped you find Ashley and get her out of that church. Not only that, but he had given you a potential cure for the things festering in your chest and that was almost as reliving as anything. While Leon had been able to see your slow infatuation with each other, spotting the longing glances when you thought the other wants looking, or the yearning touches that lasted a little too long, he had grown on your partner as well. Slowly they had gotten used to each other's presence, although the bickering was consistent. So, while you watched them walk ahead after the escape you had all taken though the mines, you couldn't help but think how much they had begun acting like brothers.

That was until those warm eyes you were falling for so fast widened a fraction as they met yours, Luis in the middle of spinning around with his arms splayed out. When he opened his mouth but there was no grin or wise crack, your hands moved on instinct. You knew it wasn’t ok.

And you were right as Luis collapsed only a moment later, your gun already raised and pointed at the broad-shouldered blonde man. With trained reflexes he dodges the bullet you send his way, while Luis lunges his way.

You can hear the noise of the skirmish behind you, and the voice in your head tells you to not let your guard down, that you should be more aware of your surroundings. Despite its calling you can't make yourself do that, the edges of your vision blurry and noises that aren't Luis falling into a muffled cloud. "Oh my god..." you whisper, keeping one hand on his chest and the other pressed firmly against the wound in his back. you sit him up, and the Spaniard coughs weakly, blood lining the inside of his lips. "Spoke to soon about being free, eh?" he chuckles, but it turns into a cough. You shake your head at his response.

"Shhhh, Shhhhhh. Try not to speak." you plead, not trusting your voice. Your hand on his back is tacky with his blood, the crimson liquid seeping into the crevices of your nails.

Luis just raises a weak hand to your shoulder, tracing the path from your arm, up your neck, to finally cup your face. "I don't think so, cariño." he says softly. "Not when I have so much to say." he jokes, but the light in his eyes is beginning to cloud with a slight panic. "I wanted to be good." he murmurs after a tense moment. "I wanted to be-" he wheezes, eyes screwing shut. "I wanted to be a changed man. But now," his free hand gestures weakly in his lap. "I don't know if that's even something possible. For someone like me, I mean."

tears flutter onto your lashes, and you blink them away. "You've changed, Luis." you sooth softly, voice becoming breathy. "You have, I've seen you, Leon's seen you, and so has Ashley. You're a good man."

he smiles weakly at that, cheshire grin creeping weakly at his lips again. "Oi, I dreamed of you saying that to me, you know." he says, his eyes flickering to yours nervously. "But you should help Leon," he stresses. "He needs help, now more than ever."

"Not as much as you. Stop trying to be a hero." you say, and your lips do tremble this time.

"Aye, but then what kind of knight would I be?" he hums, the mirth you had come to adore twinging his lips. "Everyone knows that Don Quixote needs to save the day."

"And Don Quixote needs to focus on staying alive." you grit out, a frustrated cry coming from your mouth as you fail to staunch the bleeding. He smiles at your warm attempt, his other hand coming up to softly grip your hand on his chest. "You have a princess to rescue. You need to carry on as Don Quixote for me, okay? Someone needs to keep sancho in line." he coughs again. "Just..." he takes a raspy breath, the noise grating against your ears. "Give me one thing, I want to check something..." he murmurs and you nod.

What happens next takes the wind out of you in surprise. Despite his struggle for energy, he manages to lean himself forward, eyes fluttering closed as he kisses you softly. He holds it for a brief second before pulling away, the hints of a genuine smile ghosting his lips. You stare at him wide eyed as he leans against the cavern, cheeks heating up.

"Knew it." he murmurs, gaze now lidded as he looks at you. His face has paled, movement sluggish as he slips further and further away. "You didn't quit smoking." he hums, meeting your gaze. The situation is so insane you can’t help but laugh out of stress, hand coming to your lips.

"You can tell?"

he nods. "I can taste it." he whispers out, body slouching. You try to press harder on his wound, but he waves his hand to dismiss you.

"I'm about to go anyways." he murmurs. "I'd rather you keep me company than trying to save a dead man."

He weakly pats the ground next to him, and it feels like your heart is being torn from your chest. With shaky legs you curl next to him, tears tracing down your cheeks. He immediately drops his head to your shoulder, and you force your eyes to stare straight forward. you weren’t sure if you could keep it together if you looked at him, looked at the red that was staining his lips.

You wished that you could taste him in that kiss, instead of the blood.

Wordlessly you pull a cigarette from your vest, slotting it between his lips again and holding out a light with a cupped hand. Once his is lit you bite down on a stick yourself, end soon burning with those amber sparks and relaxation flooding your veins. You could see Leon approaching as fast as he could, battle finished. The son of a bitch Leon had been fighting had gotten away, scuttling back into the darkness where he belonged. You don’t register Leon calling to you or Luis, only able to look at your partner with heartbroken eyes as he closed in.

"Amour?" Luis whispers softly, hand seeking yours out and intertwining your fingers. You tilt your head down to look at him. He has turned his face into your shoulder, soft locks tickling the skin of his neck. "Can people change?" he whispers weakly around the cigarette.

"Of course they can." you whisper back, squeezing his hand softly. “Just…Shhh. Go…go to sleep now.” Your murmur with a cracked voice.

But he doesn’t hear you, cigarette falling from his lips into your lap and his eyes dulling like its snuffed embers. Leon's boots thud into your hazy view, the blur from the tunnel vision replaced with the dey gaze through your tears. Leon's heart falters seeing the distraught expression on your face and the way Luis body is curled next to yours for comfort.

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

You were all supposed to get out, but within ten seconds, he was gone.

[takkebboki]

Luis Serra request 💋

[raccoons-garbage-can]

What if we were silly sylvanian families characters in love

[multi-fandom-imagine]

A/n: he’s so hot 😩 also I’m not sure how I feel about this so I apologize if this sucks.

Warnings: P in the V, Luis going feral for his girl aka him ripping his shirt off the readers body, lots of praise, slapping the readers ass, cock warming, breast play, doggy style, breeding kink{ you can tell me this guy won’t have one}.

If it was one thing that Luis Serra loved more than you, it was the fact that you’d dress up or dress down for him. The man loved to buy you lingerie, anything that showed off your body, anything that showed off your curves.

God did the love your body.

But the one thing he loved the most was when you wore his clothes. That would really make his heart race, make his blood travel to a place that he was oh so familiar with.

And today was no exception, watching you dance around the room for him wearing nothing but his silk shirt. Your shapely hips twisting with the beat of the song, his shirt stretched across your breasts. Hr couldn’t tear his eyes away from your form.

Licking his lips he stepped closer to you, his arousal evident as he tugged you close. “Hey sexy lady, I like your flow.” Nuzzling your neck, he gave the skin a light nip. “Your body is banging amore.”

Biting your lip you wove your arms around his neck as Luis gave your hips a squeeze though your cheeks warmed feeling the man give your ass a slap. Luis loved to tell you how he felt, how beautiful you were. Something your ex’s never had done.

“Really?” Pressing closer to his hips you slowly pushed against his groin feeling his hardened press against your center. “Then what are you waiting for Mr.Serra.”

Letting out a playful scoff, Luis wrapped his arms around your hips lifting you up as your legs wove around his hips. “Do you know that you are the only one to make me scream, make me beg for more.” He whispered laying you down on the bed as his hand slipped under your shirt.

Nuzzling his nose into your neck, he let his fingers brush your breast. “Mi amor…tell me you need.”

A shudder ran down your spine, your nails digging into his shoulders. You hoped he could feel how much you wanted him, how wet you were for him.

Letting out a small laugh you ran your fingers through his hair giving it a harsh tug. “Luis, my love…please fuck me. I want to feel you, feel all of you.” A small whimper escaped your lips as you traced you fingers down his cheeks feeling the scruff beneath the tips of your fingers.

A small growl escaped the man’s lips as he tossed you onto the bed. Your body bouncing on the bed. Luis’s eyes glued to your frame, watching every inch on exposed skin. Crawling on the bed you watched the man hover over your frame, his fingers teasing that buttons of his shirt though soon the sound of fabric tearing echoed through out the room.

“Y-you’re shirt!”

Giving you a teasing grin, Luis placed a kiss to your neck as his hand messaged your breasts. “I can but a new shirt…it was distracting me anyway. Hiding your beautiful body from me.”

Grabbing a hold of your hips a gasp escaped your lips feeling his length brush your entrance. Giving your neck a light nip he continued to tease your folds.

“How do you want me?” Slowly opening your eyes you wanted nothing more than for him just to fuck you but it was never simple with Luis.

“On your knees.”

Biting your lip, you gave him a small pout as you shifted your body, following Luis’s instructions you clutched one of the pillows burying your face in it as he let his fingers trace down your spine until he finally pushed his cock into your entrance as you clutched the blanks tightly.

Form this position you were able to take him fully, you felt so good wrapped around his length and while Luis loved nothing more than to watch you ride him, this, this is what he needed right now.

“Look how good you take me Mi Amore….such a good girl.” He whispered letting this thumb trail down your spin keeping still as he then moved his hands to your hips digging his nails into your flesh, fantasies running through his mind. Ones with filling you with his seed, watching your belly grow.

Watching your breasts grow would just be an added bonus to him as he guided your hips. Your walls clenching around his cock as he continued to thrust in your pussy.

Chest heaving, you tried to keep your eyes opened but this felt to good. Luis always knew how to make you feel good, he always knew what to say to make you weak in the knees. His name becoming a breathless whimper past your lips as he slowed his movements.

A light yelp escaping your lips once you felt the man start to play with your clit. His thumb playing with the bud as a slight chuckle escaped past his lips.

“Such a sweet darlin you are…I love how wet you get for me.” He whispered against your ear as you felt your body tense once another orgasm hit you. Your heart hammering against your chest as your cores became muffled into the pillow your juices now coating your thighs and his cock.

You could feel it building in the pit of your stomach, that sensation you were so used to showing how close you were. It took one last thrust from Luis for you to see stars, your walls clenching around his cock. Milking him as his cum coated your walls, his seed spilling into your pussy. Your voice raw from crying out his name.

Slumping forward, your nearly collapsed on the bed as you felt Luis run his fingers down your back. Still within you, he let your body curl into his. “Now how do you feel Mi Amore?”

Chuckling weakly you let your fingers trace the mark on his chest. “Tired…but very satisfied.”

Humming, Luis grasped your hips pulling your closer,a whimper escaping your lips. Still sensitive from your orgasm. “That is what I like to hear.” He tried not to groan himself, it felt so good to be within you.

“Tired but very satisfied.”