#apologies if luis is ooc

[zer0pm]

Trigger

Luis Serra x GN!Reader

A/N: Here it is. A one-shot to this imagine prompt I posted. Wanted to see if I could pull off a serious Luis and… may have gone overboard lol, but hope you enjoy nonetheless.

Warnings: character death (maybe ¯\_(ツ)_/¯), cursing/swearing

“Run, Luis!” you plead. “Run before I shoot you!”

The man chuckles under his breath, “Think you can get rid of me that easily?”

How did it come to this?

One moment, you and the team are making your way to Luis Serra’s laboratory to remove the parasites inside of you, your partner Leon S. Kennedy, and the US President’s daughter Ashley Graham, and the next, well…

“Condor Two, put down the gun! That’s an order.”

“I’m fucking trying!”

It happened so quickly. Luis’ suppressants wore off much sooner than any of you had anticipated and you keeled over suddenly, overwhelmed by scalding pain so intense that you were certain you were going to pass out. Luis was the first to rush to your side, he asked a series of questions with a tone uncharacteristic from his usual easy-going demeanor. However, his concerned inquiries were nothing but muffled noise as a deafening ring gnawed at every corner of your brain and your body grew so intensely hot it was as if you were being burned from the inside out.

It felt like torture.

It felt like you were dying.

Give in.

The moment you regained your senses, the situation only got worse. And here you are now…

Ashley is cowering behind Leon.

Luis is a ways in front of you with both of his hands up in the air.

Leon has his gun pointed towards you.

You have your gun aimed at Luis.

You try to lower your weapon, but your muscles wouldn’t relax. You try to step back, face away from everyone- from him, but your feet refuse to move an inch. The grip of the pistol in your hand tightens and you had to summon everything you had not to squeeze the trigger even though your fingers were violently twitching to do just so. Everything was hurting so much.

Give in, little lamb.

Leon barks at you to put down your firearm and you spit back that you were trying. You are trying, trying so hard. And you are failing. Something, or rather, someone else was hijacking you.

Do not resist, child.

“Shut up!” You snap. “Get the fuck out of my head!”

A flash of understanding appears across Luis’ face who has been carefully watching you this entire time. “It’s Saddler,” he says out loud. “He’s using the plaga to gain control.”

Your ears pick up Ashley’s frantic sobs and you remember that she experienced the same thing, she knows all too well what was happening to you at this moment. Saddler is trying to turn you against your companions. More specifically, he wants you to-

Kill Luis Serra.

At just the thought alone, your fingers threaten to take the shot. You manage to wrestle control back to your other hand, swiftly bringing your free hand over your disobedient one and slotting your finger behind the pin without a second thought. The pin pushes against the skin of your digit so hard that it was beginning to break skin, but you endure. Your whole body is shaking.

Poor child. You are only prolonging the inevitable.

“Run, Luis!” you warn through gritted teeth, grateful that you still have your voice. “Run before I shoot you!”

At your words, the Spaniard grimaces, his lips turn into a thin line, his grey eyes darken. Never before have you seen such an expression on him. Then, he chuckles under his breath, “Think you can get rid of me that easily?”

The nerve of this guy, you swear…. Thankfully, Leon became the voice of reason.

“Move out of the line of fire, Luis,” he ordered. But the other man didn’t budge and you can feel the palpable urgency in Leon’s voice. “Come on! We gotta get out of here.”

“I’m not leaving,” Luis spoke up, his eyes directed towards you. “I’m not leaving you.”

Any other time this would have been touching. You and him have been stuck together throughout this entire horrifying adventure so of course you would forge a bond. While there were countless times where you wanted to punch him in the face, there were more times where the man’s ever present smile and unparalleled flair stopped you from doing so. You became fond of Luis and his antics, especially of all the times that he tried to charm you with that Spanish bravado unique only to him (not that you would ever admit any of this to him nor admit that he had affected you in any way). And it was because of your fondness that you knew you had to throw all sentimentality away the moment you were losing yourself to the voice in your head.

“This is no time to act all chivalrous, Luis Serra!” You shout desperately. “Saddler is going to make me kill you if you don’t beat it.”

“No. You haven’t lost. Saddler hasn’t taken over completely. Otherwise, we would be hearing him speak right now. Pero no,” the Spaniard counters, his stubbornness matching yours. “You can fight this.”

His bull-headed faith stirred something within you. A desire to do as he says and resist the virus consuming you. He was giving you hope. Spreading it from himself to you. Like an infection.

Kill him.

You snap back to reality. “We’re not doing this. You have to run. You have to get away!”

Leon interjects once again on your behalf, “Ashley needs to get to the lab fast, Luis. If your equipment can cure us both, I can come back and fix this. But we have to move. Now.” Despite his rationality even you can tell that the blond agent was threatening to go over the edge off the tension between you all in his attempts to sway your mutual ally with reason. “We still have a chance.”

Unfortunately, Luis being Luis, a man of honor and integrity, he refuses. “No,” he says firmly. “I won’t take that risk. If we don’t beat this now, it’s over.”

Before you can fully register the weight of his words, his actions portray his intentions clearly. The dark-haired man began closing the gap between you two. Panic pours over you like a bucket of ice water and you are practically screaming inside for your body to listen to you. To lower the damn gun and get away from him. To keep him away from you. To keep him safe. It was no use.

Like cattle up for the slaughter. Kill him now. Take the Amber.

“Stay back!” To your terror, your hands involuntarily lift the gun so that it was pointing straight at his face. The stubborn man didn’t flinch and he did not heed your warning.

“The last time someone sent me away,” he speaks calmly, “I lost them forever.”

He continues walking straight until he was well within the sights of your pistol. If you shoot now, no matter how fast you moved your hand away, it wouldn’t matter. It would be fatal.

And yet, there still isn’t an ounce of fear in Luis’ eyes.

What the hell is he doing? Is he actually trying to get himself killed?

Yes. Kill him.

You squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head wildly in the futile hopes that whatever gripped its hold over you would finally relent and disappear. Luis must have sensed the agonizing conflict within you as you hear him gently call you out, effectively pulling your focus back to the surface. Your name upon your lips felt like a soothing caress upon your raging mind. When you open your eyes, he had a smile across his lips. It was different from the coy, teasing ones he usually wears around you. It felt sincere and comforting, like he was silently assuring you that everything will be okay. His grey eyes captures you, the look in his gaze is intense and unwavering. The way he’s staring at you now makes it feel like you are the only thing in the room to him.

“Otra vez no. Not again.”

He grabs the barrel of your pistol and you thanked whatever gods there were that you still had the strength to stop yourself from firing your gun. But when you thought the man would help you move the gun off his person, he shocks you even further. With a slow push, he lowers your aim until the gun was positioned right over his chest where his heart beats.

This guy really wants to die!?

Leon shouts out before you, “Are you out of your fucking mind?!”

The man looks over his shoulder slightly, he seems to ponder over Leon’s words and after a moment, he sighs with a somber nod.

“Puede que tengas razón. I must be.” He smiles sadly. “The most insane man on this whole island.”

Luis returns his attention to you, his expression relaxes ever so slightly at the sight of you despite the terrified, confused look upon your face.

“Escúchame,” he began, his voice low in an almost intimate whisper. “When I took the plaga out of my body, I did it out of a sense of duty. Not out of a desire for self-preservation. I’ve already led a pretty shitty life, you know? The world would be better off without me in it. Pero, I first wanted to correct my mistakes. Set things right. That way, uh, when I finally died, I’d have left doing some real good for once.”

His words were shaky and you come to the conclusion then that he was nervous. Yet amidst his evident anxiousness, Luis seemed like he was genuinely speaking from the chest for once with none of the dodgy, playful attitude he usually wears like a tattoo upon his skin. He was a completely different person before your eyes. Knowing this, knowing he is showing this side of himself to you, made each word out of his mouth weigh heavily on your heart.

“But then we met. Chained together by some sick twist of fate. And from that moment on, we’ve been stuck together, fighting alongside each other, protecting one another. Sure, I may have abused my charm to get you to accept my services and I’m fairly certain that you despise me now for being the cause of all of this suffering but….” he pauses, it was first time you’ve ever seen the man like this. As if his life depended on every word he was giving you and he needed to get it down right.

After another moment passes, Luis chuckles lowly like he just remembered a sad joke before catching your gaze again. “Being by your side, it felt like I was finally breathing for the first time in years. Breathing like a man who wants to live for something worthwhile. And it’s all because of you.”

Your eyes widen at his raw confession.

Luis continues, not waiting for you to respond, “You are the light that pulled me from the darkness. My light. Mi luz. And if it makes me crazy to want to stay with you to fight this virus when I’m just a trigger pull away from death, then so be it. I’m crazy. But I’m not leaving your side. No hay manera.”

No way. He’s being completely real right now and you swear your heart bursted out of your chest. Again, he doesn’t wait for you to speak.

“¿Comprende?”, he moves his free hand to your neck, not to wrap around your throat, rather to cradle your cheek in his palm. His touch felt warm and his eyes reflect his burning resolve. “I’m not going anywhere without you. So you have to fight. Fight against the darkness, mi luz. Fight, and let’s get out of here together.”

When he finished, you were crying. You don’t know when the tears started flowing but you know you must be quite a sight with the heavy wet streaks down your face. Luis didn’t seem to mind though, nothing but pure adoration on his dashing face.

“You are the worst, you know that?” you finally say after what seemed like an eternity, reigning in your sobs, deeply moved by Luis’ heartfelt declaration and faith in you. He laughs at your half-hearted snark. “For the record, I don’t despise you. Not even a little.”

Soft smiles and lingering looks exchange between you two. In his eyes, you saw deep longing and hopeful promises that needn’t be said aloud. You returned them with a silent nod, acknowledgment that his affection was not one-sided and the man graces you with that radiant smile you have grown to adore.

Luis really does have a beautiful smile.

It almost made you forget for a moment that the infection was taking over you.

Do it.

“Leon,” you croaked, straining to get your words out, but remained firm in your conviction. Your fellow agent meets your eyes and a mutually understanding was made. “Do it.”

Confusion furrows Luis’ brow and the sound of Leon cocking his gun made the man tense.

Poor little lamb.

“I’m sorry, Luis.”

“¡NO!”

Shot fired.

[cherryfoxmeadows]

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I am also okay with doing some chatroom styled roleplaying too. ('script style' i think?)

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𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: DC / Batman 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞(𝐬): The Joker ( Lego, Telltale mainly) 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬): Batjokes, Harley x Ivy

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: ★ Resident Evil ★ 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞(𝐬): Piers Nivans, Sherry Birkin, Rebecca Chambers. 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬): Nivanfield, Chambertine, Shake.

(I've debated trying my hand at Leon Kennedy too, but don't really have any pairings for him at the moment. ... Maybe Luis. )

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: Stranger Things 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞(𝐬): Will Byers, Robin Buckley 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬): Byler, RoNance. (Can try my hand at Steve, Eddie, Jon or others, just ask! I might not be as good and may need tips or such)

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𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑;

I am NOT comfortable roleplaying with anyone under the age of 18. I prefer my rp partners to be 20+ in age. So minors, go away.

Basic DNI criteria applies. I don't want to roleplay with anyone nasty.

I am severely mentally ill / mentally disabled. So sometimes I have really bad episodes and can go days // weeks where I have NO energy and just surviving is hard enough, so apologies ahead of time for responses not being quick. ( & That's outside of just having a personal life and such

I don't give out my personal blog // personal discord to just anyone. this blog & discord i use for rp are set up to avoid any possible creeps // bad vibed people in the roleplay community. if we become close ooc i may be alright w/ giving them out!

(i'll update this as i remember to.)

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[femmefaggot]

UMM com update incoming! idr how much of this I shared god bless + not a lot happened that isnt rly specific bc we had downtime

i was away from the group while they went to a food truck bc someone that worked there is missing

they got told the missing person (mia) was a bad cook but everyone loved her food anyway bc it made them feel good (rift confirmed there) and that she was contacted by an ex cop/current PI, luis navarro (sp?)

I ended up at rice assets, got told to make an appt and killed time for tink to explore by going in circles abt my schedule. then said I wanted to invest in the area (bc the person who is the Big Bad of this section was talking abt that) got laughed at and ultimately had to wait til work was done

(flash forward) texting Seth abt how I found who we r looking for and tink is scared of her + she makes me feel weird too (looking at her increased my clingy status effect by 1 number, or 2 pips)

got told I almost texted "I miss you" but erased it before (my choice) saying "please come here" (I very very rarely say please)

(flash forward, after food truck but before texting Seth)

rest of the group goes to where luis last was, run into his wife, find a gun w silver bullets + a silver knife. told abt "faerie ring park" as a lead

they found a drawing of [INSERT BAD RIFT HERE] and seth used prev gatekeeper knowledge re: what is weak to silver

they text info to calvin (as this is just meant to be reconnaissance) and he tells everyone to come back immediately

Seth argues in my favor, saying he's glad he didn't pledge anything to Calvin bc I Very Rarely directly ask for things/mention my feelinfs

i sic my shadow on eva rice (scary woman) and text Seth that I'll concede and go back to Calvin but will not be waiting long

DOWNTIME MOVES

the others r not my business. Seth goes to work and Calvin can tell it unsettles me, puts his hand on my shoulder and tells me he will be back soon. it is nothing but humiliating that everyone else can tell how weird I'm being

text Seth 2 meet me in neverland after he's done w work, in the meantime I try and get ppls shadows to tell me their secrets

Seth texts me that we need to talk about something (ooc I know what exactly he's referring to, IC it's a miscommunication)

i meet Seth at his island filled w giant sweets and such, start rambling like "I'm really sorry I've been acting so strangely that place is weird and you just. make me feel really really weird and I dont like it or understand it I oh sorry here's your jacket back"

Seth says that what he wanted to talk about was me "trying to stab" yan (didn't intend to stab him. he grabbed me and I flailed around w my knife til he let me go).

he said that I should apologize. "do you consider yan a friend? i think you do." (cue grimace) and I was like. i guess. if I have to.

Seth asks what I was talking about before "what?" (playing dumb) "what?" (knows I suck at being vulnerable) "I... forgot." (lying so bad) but he accepts it bc he is sweet and won't push

i make some colorful silver bullets + a silver laced chain

mc suggests me n Seth sleep in neverland

we all meet calvin next day give him info, roxie gives us various silver things he was able to make in one day, Roxie sees my bullets and pats me very hard on the back

i awkwardly apologize to yan, I'm more focused on the knife thing while to him the serious thing is that I put myself in danger. i tell him Ive never really had friends before and to me none of this seemed like a huge deal (the last part is not in those words. much less blatant re: not knowing what's normal. i did say that I've never had a friend that isn't tink tho)

I'm not sure he accepts my apology but he does give me a hug because he knows how hard it is for me.

we head 2 faerie ring park because eva rice is busy at work and we will not be able to confront her until later. the park is abandoned and "smells of decay" there was a man in a raincoat who disappeared? no. jumped into a hole. end session.

[blisterinballista]

yall do not mind me having a confusion blast while emotionally listening to this one music track from some old comfort game's ost and thinking some thoughts

[nomxsicmiguel]

Hi and hello all!

My name is Jane, but you can all refer to me as Nam since I know that we have another Jane around here, and I don’t want to confuse either of us. So yeah, just call me Nam if you guys like!

Anyways, this is my little aspiring musician and mi hijo, Miguel, and I am very excited to be given the chance to play as him! I don’t often play as boys, so please bare with me when I officially do begin playing as him. I also have not been in a role playing group in over a year, in fact I haven’t role played in over a year at all. But I use to do so all of the time, and I missed it and so I am very glad to have discovered this group when I did, and I am even more happy to be able to take part in it!

Yeah so, I have a few things I need to fix up and do before I can respond to anyone’s starter or create my own. In fact, Miguel’s own starter most likely won’t be posted until tomorrow because it is already about to be 1 in the morning where I am, and I have been up since 5 AM and had a very LONG day! I also have a few school related stuff that I need to focus on first tomorrow, as I only have about two and a half weeks left of my college semester before I am completely free and able to be on here for as long as I like. So fair warning, my activity will be a little spotty these upcoming weeks, and I was honestly planning on joining after my semester ended, but...I didn’t want to lose the chance of getting to play as Miguel and so I applied two and a half weeks earlier than intended. BUT HEY, that is a good thing right?! I do have two final papers and a timeline I need to write soon, but like I promise to try and come on for at least an hour every single day and do as many replies as I can. In fact, this weekend should be mainly free for me, so I will be having Miguel active them.

Okay so, before I get a bit too wordy (which I know I already am, so sorry about that!), I know what you guys care most about is learning a little bit more about mi hijo here! So, here are a few headcanons I’ve come up with for Miguel:

He is extremely protective of his familia. Especially Coco. Miguel does not do well when anyone insults any member of his familia, even if someone is only agreeing with a complaint Miguel himself was making. But Miguel is the only one who has the right to complain about his familia, because they are his familia and obviously no matter what he says about any of them, he still says it out of love. Frustrated love, but love nonetheless. So try and watch your mouth around him, because he would do whatever it takes to defend his familia no matter what.

Speaking of being especially protective of Coco, Miguel has vowed to not let anyone or anything harm his prima. Seriously, Miguel considers himself more of a lover than a fighter, but displace one hair from Coco’s head and you will be answering to him. His abuelita’s chancleta would be the least harmful thing that you could find yourself getting hit with if you do something to Coco that Miguel deems as harmful. And honestly, while her being sick is part of the main reason for him being overprotective, Miguel still would have be as extremely protective of her since she is not only his familia, but also his best friend. 

He is a helpless but awkward romantic. While romance is not a top priority for Miguel, I imagine that he would easily find himself crushing on others if the situation calls for it. He has seen too many Ernesto de la Cruz films to have those cheesy romantic moments forever in his mind. Plus, he is in his twenties now so I would assume that Miguel would not find things like people kissing gross anymore. In fact, by the time he turned 14 or 15 years old, Miguel finally began to get curious about how it feels to kiss someone or even date them. He hasn’t officially dated anyone though, too busy with his secret music life and being there for Coco to actually make the time for a romantic relationship. But he has been kissed on the lips twice before in his life. One, his first kiss, was with a friend who he trusted enough to not make things weird if they had kissed because he mainly wanted to do so to satisfy his curiosity. The other, was from a random girl who apparently was dared to kiss him. To this day he does not understand why him? Maybe it was a dare to kiss the first person they saw and it just so happened to have been Miguel?

While Ernesto de la Cruz is his favorite performer of all time, Miguel of course likes other musicians as well. He has heard some hit singles from Shakira, Selena, Marc Anthony, Pitbull, Ricky Martin, Vicente Fernandez, Luis Miguel, Celia Cruz, and even Daddy Yankee. How he was able to find songs for any of these singers? The internet is a wonderful invention that allowed Miguel to research other performers when he sneaks away from his family during the night time. But Ernesto de la Cruz will forever be his favorite musician of all time, especially if he does turn out to be his actual uncle! How awesome would that be?! 

Also, as addition, Miguel happens to be a fan of country music. He doesn’t often listen to them as much as he does with latin music, but he still has a few favorite musicians. In fact, if his familia did happen to allow music being played around them, no doubt you would find Miguel singing tunes from Dolly Parton and Blake Shelton as an example. He of course also does listen to contemporary music as well, such as pop and r&b, but Miguel isn’t much of a fan of those. The closes he would find himself liking is also rock music, but even then Miguel is rather picky with what he listens to within that genre.

He is also a bit sleep deprived. His familia happens to also have a thing about being punctual and waking up early in the mornings and so of course, with none of the knowing about his nightly adventures, Miguel often doesn’t get enough sleep. Because of this, he takes any chance he get’s to take a small nap, which often occurs during school hours.

Miguel is really good at crafting things. This comes from learning how to create shoes, but Miguel also likes to create other things. He did after all create his guitar from scratch, which he gathered the parts from any unused materials that was left by his familia and whatever he could gather from around town or even the dumpster. Yes, Miguel is somewhat of a dumpster diver if it meant having a guitar, but he doesn’t do that very often. Only when he feels is necessary.

I have a few other ones, but these are the main ones. Well, besides how he found the photo that gave Miguel the conclusion about Ernesto de la Cruz being his tío. But anyways, yeah these are some of the headcanons I’ve came up for Miguel!

I would also post some connections for him, but I haven’t completely thought of what they are outside of like one connection of him having a friend who always likes to drag Miguel shoe shopping since he has the best opinions on what kind of shoes they should buy. However, I will try and come up with some connections that you guys can fit into, but honestly I am open for plotting regardless because I would love for Miguel to have a few more established connections outside of what is written on his bio and a few others.

Anyone who wants to plot now, however, I most likely won’t respond to because I am extremely tried and am about to head to bed in a few. Just wanted to introduce myself and to mi hijo before heading to bed. But like, I will try and come on tomorrow after I wake up, so that if anyone wants to start plotting we can! My responses may be a little slow though, because again I have some school work I need to focus on first. But I will try and have a starter for Miguel by the ending of tomorrow at the very least.

So yeah, that’s it for now guys! I apologize for the length of this introduction, I promise that it won’t always be this long in terms of my OOC posts. But for tonight, it was.

But yeah, so excited to be here! Hope to get to know you all soon, and if you are interested in plotting with Miguel or have any ideas of what connections you think he will fit, let me know!

Otherwise, I’ll talk to you all tomorrow, yes?!