#serrenwong

[impkuromi]

leon and luis have period cramps and ada buys pads for them

[mikeyshauntedhouse]

I was gonna post context to this but I think it’s funnier without

tldr- transgenders

[topwrite025]

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 Together Always | Serrenwong | Chapter Two: Silent Pursuit 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ

| this snippet is from chapter 2 of my ada wong/leon kennedy/luis serra fic i've been working on | it's a little short (2k words) and i'm a little disappointed with that but I hope it's enjoyable anyway | full chapter here |

Even with the sharp heel of those soft leather boots, their wearer traversed the terrain with ease. She made no noise as she jumped from tree to tree, platform to platform, scaling walls with the professionalism of a seasoned rock climber.

She landed on a ledge overlooking the view of a castle. It wasn't particularly grand—just a few towers here and there, with catapults perched at their peaks. Below, cultish guards paced the grounds, their eyes scanning the perimeter.

According to her sources, her inside man was there. He had been captured not long ago and his tracker pinpointed his location. She has sent him in alone—her mistake perhaps— but the irritation remained. He'd insisted that he could take care of himself but here he had gone and gotten himself kidnapped.

So much for taking care of yourself, Luis. She thought disdainfully. Grappling the wall below, she dropped into a free fall toward the stone. Landing lightly on her feet, she pressed herself flat against the wall, waiting until the guards had swayed a different direction before continuing her pursuit.

Spotting an open window on the level she’d reached, she grappled up to it and slid inside.

Hooking her grapple gun back onto her belt, she unsheathed her pistol. Slowly, she crept through the stone hallway, examining the rows of torches on the wall. Certainly medieval, isn't it?

Luis was likely in a cell, waiting to die. But she wouldn't let that happen. Not when the item in his possession was so critical. No. Luis Serra wouldn't die on her watch.

A cold breeze swept through the hallway, sending her hair into her face and penetrating any gaps she might've had in her clothing. She shivered. Maybe I should've brought my scarf. She mused. But the thought of Luis sitting cold and alone in a cell dampened her amusement. Briefly. Then she remembered his overconfidence, and the pity evaporated.

Carefully, she opened a door, hoping it wouldn't squeak. Then she slunk inside, stalking the guard bumbling back and forth at the end of the hallway. She grabbed her around the face, smothering her calls for help and slit her throat in one clean motion. Gently lowering the body, she crept to the next door, and slipped into the dungeon.

Unfortunately, getting here wasn't enough. She needed to find Luis's cell. Hopefully he hasn't been executed yet. That'd be bad for business.

From afar, she heard a voice: "Es hora de pillarlo.” Which caught her attention.

Quickly, she grappled up to the rafters, perching on top of them to survey the situation below. A collection of guards were marching down the lanes between the cells, making their way down to one in particular on the end. 

Luis's.

She couldn't be certain at first, but the figure clapping his hands and shuffling around confirmed it. Luis. Dancing. Salsa dancing maybe? A strange choice when death was imminent.

She crouch walked across the thin wood beams, zeroing in above Luis's cell, confirming it was him as she got closer. He sighed heavily and said something in Spanish that she couldn't quite catch. 

He looked defeated. Underneath the sarcasm he was dishing out to the guards in front of him, she could tell that he was scared. 

Not for long.

The moment the guards unlocked the door, she leapt down, landing squarely on two of them. Before they could react, she dropped to the floor and swept the others off of their feet

Drawing her knife, she drove it into the first guard's head before turning to the second. Gripping his face with both hands, she spun him into the floor, crushing his skull beneath her boot for good measure.

With the guards neutralized, she extended a hand to Luis. He hesitated for a moment, but took it, spinning her around quickly toward his body. She went along with it, allowing him to finish his dance and letting him wrap his arm around her waist in a final pose.

“Ada,” He said brightly. “What a pleasant surprise.”

“You didn't think I was just going to leave you here.” She replied dryly back, shoving a pack of cigarettes into his hand. “I thought you said you could handle yourself.”

“Ah,” He examined the pack for with a grin. “Wonderful. Those bastards took everything from me when they took me.”

“Even the amber?!”

Luis looked up at her and wagged his finger. “I hid it before they caught up to me.”

Ada relaxed. “Great. Take me to it.”

Luis seemed momentarily disappointed by the lack of praise, but masked it well. He gestured grandly. “Ladies first.”

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

thoughts on serrawong now that separate ways has been released?

the same i've felt about serrennedy ksjbskfj

luis is dead

so i don't really care about it

i thought it was kinda cute but that's kinda it

[impkuromi]

ARE THERE ANY OTHER SERRENWONG ENJOYERS OUT THERE PLEASE I FEEL SO ALONE 😭😭😭

[topwrite025]

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 Together Always | Serrenwong | Chapter One: Stray Path 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ

| this is a snippet of chapter one of my leon kennedy/ada wong/luis serra fic i started on a03 | i haven't gotten around to finishing ch2 but i wanted to share a bit of it here as well ꨄ | you can find the rest right here |

There's not much I can do to prevent my death.

The gruelling training and missions I've been forced to take part in have always been dangerous. But there didn't seem to be anything I couldn't handle.

The attack came out of nowhere. The cruiser totaled, and through my bloody vision I noticed something... someone watching it happen.

...

Opening his eyes slowly, the environment came into focus. Decimated windows and crushed metal close to the forest floor. He reached up to touch the ceiling, pressing his palms against the ragged surface. Hanging upside down thanks to his seatbelt fitted snugly locked across his body, he aimed to stabilize himself before unbuckling. He fumbled around for a second, missing the buckle twice but eventually grabbing ahold and jamming his thumb into the button. It delayed, but suddenly the seatbelt snapped back into place and he went careening out of the seat, landing hard on his shoulder. He reached for the window nearest to him. The only one that hadn't shattered completely during the crash. He wasn't really thinking about anything at the moment except getting out of the damaged cruiser, throwing his elbow into the weak points of the glass until it too shattered.

He shielded his face from the rain of broken glass, pulling off his sheepskin coat and swiping it around the window frame to clear the rest of it out before finally deciding it was safe enough to climb out. The cruiser had landed in such a way that narrowly avoided completely crushing him. Avoiding death already. He thought as he got himself to his feet. I think that's a new record. 

Now that he was free from that death trap, he limped a couple of steps away, radio in hand. It still worked. Thank God. But it didn't seem to be getting a signal from where the accident had landed him. He took a quick look around, surveying his surroundings. Hunnigan had informed him that Ashley Graham, the young woman he had been sent here to rescue, was holed up somewhere in a village. Now, the unfortunate circumstances he'd found himself in could have a) worked in his favor and landed him closer to said village, or b) completely fucked up the entire mission and sent him careening away from the village and therefore away from Ashley. He couldn't tell where he was, especially not with whatever was in his eyes. He wiped his face. Thanks to the fingerless gloves that somehow survived, only his fingertips gave away what it was. Blood. Nice and red. Meaning he had an injury somewhere on his head that he couldn't see. There was no pain, no throbbing, nothing of the sort, so he decided it was probably a better idea to just ignore it until he at least knew where the hell he was.

His radio coughed out a pathetic little twittle that- if you thought about it- could sort of resemble the sound of Hunnigan's voice. He didn't have anything to lose, so he pressed the speak button anyway. "Condor One to Roost. My transportation has gone off course. We were attacked back on the trail and my escorts have disappeared. I have no knowledge of my location and my signal isn't great."

He waited for a response, but none came.

"Just my fucking luck," He exhaled, shoving his radio back into his pocket and pulling his coat back on. The densely forested area he was in right now wasn't exactly lush and green. Everything looked somehow like it'd been dead for a long time, but the tan yellow leaves and shrubs still had that limp, smooth quality that live plants had. The trees were strung with some kind of rope where little wooden symbols hung down. Very strange looking symbol. He would've taken one down to get a closer look, but they were hanging just barely out of reach, and he assumed it was better to just leave them alone. Something about it gave him a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. 

Aside from this, it became clear that the very first thing that he needed to do was find a way to establish a connection stable enough to reach Hunnigan.

He did a quick once over of the state of himself, pausing to brush off diamond dusts of broken glass from his shirt and pants. A dime-sized piece of glass lodged itself into the skin between his knuckles somehow during the crash, so he swiftly pulled it out. Luckily, that seemed to be the extent of his injuries minus a few bumps and scrapes, and maybe a muscle pull in his right shoulder. Oh, and of course the mystery injury somewhere on his head. He wondered if his escorts, the police officers, fared any better... or worse. Wherever they were. There was no blood in the driver or passenger seats. No indication that they were affected badly by the crash. In fact, there weren't even physical signs the officers had ever been in there in the first place. No badges, hats, identification. Nothing. The only logical conclusion he could seem to draw was the fact that something... or someone for that matter took the officers away somewhere. Maybe the symbols he'd seen around this place had something to do with it. Maybe this had something to do with the people who kidnapped Ashley. So many theories, but no Roost to report them to. The only thing he could do right now was brave the trek through the woods and hope he could pick up Hunnigan's signal somewhere along the way.

"Woods it is." He said to nobody in particular. "I've always wanted to go hiking in Spain anyway."

[mikeyshauntedhouse]

guys I think I played the wrong resident evil

…

[mikeyshauntedhouse]

luis x ada is yuri

luis x leon is yaoi

leon x ada is t4t yaouri

I will not be explaining further make of this what you will

[topwrite025]

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 Together Always | Serrenwong | Chapter Three: Crossroads 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ

| full chapter here |

"Luis. Luis wake up... Luis!"

With a gasp, he came to, snapping his eyes open. They blurred as his vision came back into focus and he reached up to support his heavy head with the palm of his hand. A spike of pain came instead, and he hissed through his teeth. Ada—who he just noticed was seated in front of him—grabbed his hand and yanked it away. He attempted to speak—ask her what happened—anything. But he found his mouth was too dry to talk. Instead, he let out a less than attractive groan of pain. A patch of something soft was attached to his forehead, and he touched it again. That seemed to be the source of the pain. In his delirious state, there was a shock of panic that rattled through him for a second as his mind thought up the possibility that that texture could somehow be his brain peeking through his skin.

"You're fine." Ada said, incredulously in time with that panicked thought. "No concussion. Just a small gash and a lot of blood."

"Did you clean me up?"

She got to her feet, posting up with one knee resting on a rock beside his head. She was so close that he could see the leather texture on her boots. "I had no choice." She crossed her arms and looked down at him, with clear irritation on her face. "Why the hell would you run in like that? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

Luis hummed in sarcastic thought. "Oh yes, that's been my secret agenda this entire time." He whipped his coat off of his lap. It was presumably put there by Ada herself in order to keep him warm while he recovered. "You don't trust me, do you?"

Ada laughed. But it was a horrible kind of laugh that made Luis take an unsteady step backward. "Luis." She said seriously. "If I didn't trust you, I would've tortured the location of the amber out of you myself and then killed you."

He didn't see what was funny about that. "But you don't trust my battle knowledge. Nor my intelligence. You treat me like a child. I know you're using me for some bigger agenda you have, but the least you could do is treat me with a semblance of respect."

"Respect?" Ada asked in disbelief. That sort of dangerous amusement still rung in her saccharine sounding voice. "I carried you away from that castle, patched you up, and waited for you to wake up. How much more respectful do you want me to be? Would you rather I just left you here to fend for yourself against those things? You want to be left on this island?"

Luis scowled. "I have the location of the amber." He said matter-of-factly. "You want it?"

Ada gave him a warning look. Something that probably meant "be careful what you say next."

"I'll take you to the amber. But I have some conditions. I need things to change."

"Need I remind you, Dr Serra—" Ada began, moving her boot off of its resting place and approaching him. It wasn't until she was centimeters away from his face that she continued her sentence. "Our deal was. You produce the amber, and we get you off of the island. You already weasled your way into perks like those cigarettes you're oh so very fond of. So I'd advise you to think very very carefully about these new conditions you're requiring from me."

Instead of shying away like usual, Luis stood his ground. "Then kill me."

Looking surprised, Ada responded; "You don't think I will?"

"You can't. I know you can't."

She pulled out her pistol in a silent rage. Her facial expression barely changed. Somehow, even with as angry as she was right now, she still looked bored. She pressed the barrel against Luis's face and cocked it. "Is this really what you want?"

"I won't tell you where the amber is. Even if you tortured me. I'm particularly resistant to pain." Luis replied quietly. Truth be told, he was more than terrified. Calling Ada Wong's bluff was something only an idiot would do, because there was a very real possibility that she wasn't bluffing. "So either you kill me... or you hear me out."