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[ghiblxi]

001: LUIS SERRA

A/N: I haven’t gotten any request- But anyways writing some more for my man Luis Serra <3 Summary: This is an AU where Luis comes to sing every now on then on his village tavern. You being the waiter catch glimpse of his great guitar skills and enchanting voice. Warnings: None

“The usual?” You smiled softly at the men that sat around a table all playing poker. “The usual.” They all replied causing a small laugh between you all. Walking away from the table and getting some other others you felt tired moving here and there, after al this work kept you fast on your feet which would give you terrible mornings after work. “I swear if the boss wasn’t as cheep as he is I wouldn’t have to be the only one here.” You complained to the bar tender that handed you two filled beer’s.

“Tell me about it.” The bar tender chuckled. “Hey lady! They pay you to serve us not to chit chat!” One of the drunken men from a table had yelled at you. Rolling your eyes you forced a smile as the bar tender mouthed you a good luck. “Here you go dear!” Slamming down the two beer’s on their table the beer spilling a bit you gave off a smirk walking away. 

As the night went on you saw how many men and woman came up to sing in the corner of the place many people clapping and such. Suddenly all of used a quiet attractive man came up a guitar on hand. His brown eyes caught yours. His beautiful curly looking black hair and his beard neatly trimmed made you almost stare in awe. He sang a song that had you captivated in awe. You stood there as everyone else’s eyes were on the man. It was like this was his moment. His enchanting voice captivating everyone in the tavern. 

( TENGO LA CAMISA NEGRA — JUANES )

Tengo la camisa negra Porque negra tengo el alma Yo por ti perdí la calma Y casi pierdo hasta mi cama

Cama, cama, come on, baby Te digo con disimulo Que tengo la camisa negra Y debajo tengo el difunto

Pa' enterrártelo cuando quieras, mamita

Así como lo oyes, mi'ja

Tengo la camisa negra Ya tu amor no me interesa Lo que ayer me supo a gloria Hoy me sabe a pura

Miércoles por la tarde y tú que no llegas Ni siquiera muestras señas Y yo con la camisa negra Y tus maletas en la puerta

Mal parece que solo me quedé Y fue pura todita tu mentira Qué maldita mala suerte la mía Que aquel día te encontré

Por beber del veneno malevo de tu amor Yo quedé moribundo y lleno de dolor Respiré de ese humo amargo de tu adiós Y desde que tú te fuiste, yo solo tengo

Tengo la camisa negra Porque negra tengo el alma Yo por ti perdí la calma Y casi pierdo hasta mi cama

Cama, cama, come on, baby Te digo con disimulo Que tengo la camisa negra Y debajo tengo el difunto

Tengo la camisa negra Porque negra tengo el alma Yo por ti perdí la calma Y casi pierdo hasta mi cama

Cama, cama, come on, baby Te digo con disimulo Que tengo la camisa negra Y debajo tengo el difunto

Clapping emerged from the crowd even from yourself after being enchanted by such show. “Gracias ! Thank you.” The man bowed dramatically as he took his guitar and gather himself he made himself out the door. Suddenly out of impact you left by completely the urge to stay in this miserable job any longer. “Hey! Where are you going?” The bar tender yelled after you but you were long gone.

“Wait! Please.” You yelled as the man turned around staring at you in confusion. “Yes my dear?” Oh, he was the toxic enchanting type for sure. “You’re singing! It was amazing and —“ You tried to catch your breath as he chuckled. The only words that came from your mouth were praises for the other. As he heard the words fall from your mouth a small smirk formed on his lips as he eyes you carefully before stopping you on your rant.

“Vamos amor, want to be my companion for the night?”

( PT 2 !? )

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“Hola,” dijo el hombre. “Creo que eres el nuevo fantasma. Tu muerte fue un espectáculo, según los demás. Me lo perdí desafortunadamente, debido a mi maldita pierna.”

“Hola,” respondió Álvaro, después de unos momentos de indecisión. “Me llamo Álvaro.”

“Yo sé.” Una sonrisa apareció en la cara del hombre. “Llevo casi cincuenta años viviendo en esta casa. Pues, quizás ‘viviendo’ no es la palabra correcta. Me llamo Miguel.”

Álvaro se rió incómodamente. Esa opción le parece mejor que considerar las implicaciones de que ha pasado toda su vida rodeado por fantasmas—y ahora iba a estar atrapado con ellos por la eternidad.

Translation:

“Hello,” the man said. “I believe you’re the new ghost. Your death was a spectacle, according to the others. I missed it unfortunately, thanks to my damned leg.”

“Hello,” Álvaro replied. “My name’s Álvaro.”

“I know.” A smile appeared on the man’s face. “I’ve been living in this house for nearly fifty years. Well, perhaps ‘living’ isn’t the right word. My name’s Miguel.”

Álvaro laughed uncomfortably. That option seemed better than considering the implications that he’d spent all his life surrounded by ghosts—and now he was going to be trapped with them for eternity.

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This is a very short thing I’ve written about my Ghosts but it’s set in Spain au—I’m mostly proud of it because I actually wrote it in Spanish. (Writing fic about your ocs counts as studying if you’re doing it in your target language, right?)

Thank you for the ask!

[ljoseleo]

English Version

Otorrhea

I used to hear well ... yes. The gentle breeze on the leaves, but I was wrong It was bleeding, yes, bleeding in my soul, For you, only for you.

Why did not I notice it before? You have already entered beyond the eardrum, the leaves stopped ringing, and the music got mute.

I trusted you so much. Now I suffer from otorrhea. Now I can not hear. Now I this bleeding is advanced.

The otolaryngologist told me that there was a problem, something that obstructed my hearing, and I replied that it was you ...

I trusted you so much. Now I suffer from otorrhea. Now I can not hear. Now this bleeding was found.

To the titanium of your words we had to eradicate However, at first I did not want. Because I had so much affection in you but this bleeding is being cauterized.

I trusted you so much. Yesterday, I suffered from otorrhea. Yesterday,  I lost my hearing. Yesterday, this bleeding was eradicated.

I hope you know how to use your knife in someone else, but if they hurt you, I will not be there, forget once that I will hear you, because you gave me the favor of being deaf, I will not hear you again, because I suffer from deafness.

Versión en Español: 

Otorrea

Solía oír bien ... sí, la suave brisa en las hojas Pero estaba equivocado Estaba sangrando, sí. Sangrando en mi alma por tí, sólo por tí.

¿Por qué no lo noté antes? Ya has ingresado más allá del tímpano. Las hojas dejaron de sonar y la música se silenció.

Confiaba tanto en ti. Ahora  sufro de otorrea. Ahora  no puedo oír. Ahora  este sangrado está avanzado.

El otorrinolaringólogo me dijo que había un problema, Algo que obstruyó mi audición y le respondí que eras tú ...

Confiaba tanto en ti. Ahora sufro de otorrea. Ahora, no puedo escuchar. Ahora esta hemorragia fue encontrada.

Al titanio de tus palabras tuvimos que erradicar, Sin embargo, al principio no quise porque tuve tanto afecto en ti, pero este sangrado está siendo cauterizado.

Confiaba tanto en ti. Ayer, sufrí de otorrea. Ayer perdí mi audiencia. Ayer, este sangrado fue erradicado.

Espero que sepas cómo usar tu cuchillo en alguien más. Pero si te hacen daño, no estaré allí. Olvida de una vez que te escucharé, porque me hiciste el favor de quedar sordo. ¡Olvida de una vez que te voy  a oir! porque sufro de sordera.

- @ljoseleo