#this remake is going to seep into my veins you have no idea

[subrossa]

LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOO!!!!

[fortune-fool02]

A False Belief

Las Plagas Luis Serra x female reader

Summary: Despite what Luis believed, he was not purged of the infection. And all that borrowed time had reached its limit. 

Warning: Spoilers for RE 4 Remake. Light angst. Blood. Rough-kissing. Plagas Luis being dark. Emotional manipulation. Potential yandere-themes? Oral-pleasure, reader receiving. 

This came to my mind and I don’t know why but I need to see this precious man become a monster. I haven’t seen any content even hinting to Luis being dark so I decided to do it myself. 

Please enjoy.

One, two, three, in. One, two, three, out. One, two, three, in. One, two, three, out. This sequence repeated in her head slowly, methodically, as she inhaled and exhaled to its instruction, trying to calm her rushing nerves. A coldness coiled along her bones, tightening her veins like springs, making everything feel so ridged and tense. 

The only sound that could be heard was the metal clinking of that lighter, flickering and spinning between his fingers with ease. A flame sparking every now and again before being snuffed out and returning to the spinning rotation. Fingers that held such a loving touch before, a soothing warmth that seemed to steal away pain and worries, filling their space with a comfort. A silent promise that no harm would come to her. Now, those fingers were cold, hard and hollow. Their mere touch enough to make her skin crawl and try to recoil back, only to earn a tight grip, keeping her in place. 

Wherever Leon was, [Name] prayed both he and Ashley were safe, that they were able to find some form of cure for themselves. For Luis. It was something none of them expected, not even the Spaniard himself. Having believed to have purged himself of the Las Plagas parasite, Luis had offered to aid them to find Ashley and rid themselves of the parasite. Though, that plan turned South once he began to act strangely. The signs were there but they were too busy with other priorities. Perhaps if they noticed it sooner, they could have helped him? 

That image was still burned into her mind. That small, brief moment of fear in Luis’ eyes when the blood spilled past his lips and he looked at her, splinters of crimson red piercing his smoke grey eyes. Those thin, black veins breaking across his face. In that moment, the Luis she knew died, and this..., this thing was what remained in place. 

“Oh querida.” He called out, pushing himself up from his spot on the worn couch, moving over to her lightly trembling form on the floor, an almost pitiful look on his face as his red eyes glanced at the bear trap latched onto her leg. The blood had started to dry and coagulate on her leg, the small puddle that had gathered beneath staining the wooden flooring. Luis knelt in front of her, one arm propped onto his knee to hold his chin up as he looked at her. Amusement swirled in those eyes and it sickened her. 

“What am I going to do with you, eh?” He hummed, his thumb and finger gently grabbing her chin but she pulled away, leaning away from his touch entirely. Something flashed in those eyes and a sharp, stinging pain blossomed in her cheek, her head snapping to the side. “Don’t you dare-!” His own words were cut off as his voice softened, his expression twisting into something apologetic as he gently stroked her stinging cheek. 

“I’m sorry, [Name]. Lo lamento.” Those words fell from his lips so softly that he almost seemed genuine. As much as she wanted to believe that, hold onto that hope that her Luis was still in there somewhere, fighting to try and get out. 

“No, you’re not.” She spoke quietly, her eyes refusing to meet his own. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him like this. With a roll of his eyes, that mask slipped off entirely, leaving a bored expression in its place. 

“It’s not my fault you thought it was a funny idea to run away, [Name].” He pulled a cigarette from his packet and lit it, the smoke seeping out from his lips towards her. [Name] held her breath, trying to fight to urge to cough. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of that. 

“You could’ve unlocked the damn bear-trap.” The snap wasn’t intentional but the throbbing pain that pulsed in her leg was hard to ignore. His hand gripped her chin again, this time tighter, his nail digging into the skin on her chin, breaking it lightly and drawing little specks of blood. 

“And let you run away again? Don’t be so silly.” His face was so close to hers, the scent of nicotine and his cologne filling her nose along with the underlying smell of blood. His lips brushed against hers, the smoke seeping into her lips and forcing her to pull away and cough, a dark smirk lifting his lips as he watched. Taking another deep inhale of his cigarette, Luis grabbed her hair tightly and forced his lips upon hers, pushing every bit of smoke from his mouth into hers. 

The sharp, dryness spread all inside her mouth, scratching down her throat with rugged pricks, ripping hard coughs that burned slightly. A chuckle rumbled deep inside his chest at this, that smirk ever present. Pulling his hand back, he brought it up to his lips, his tongue lightly dragging along his thumb, lapping up the little specks of blood on his nail, a pleased moan spilling his lips as delight crossed his face. 

“Oh Dios, you tasted delicious, my love.” He all but purred, a shiver running down his spine. [Name] tore her eyes away from him, trying to ignore the flutter in her chest at such words. The way that delighted look sparked something in her that she didn’t want. His tongue slowly moved along his lips, savouring her taste before he finished the cigarette and slowly pushed the end of it down on her leg, his eyes pinning her in place as he did so. 

A pained cry left her lips, her leg trying to pull up and away from the searing pain piercing her leg. Burnt skin filling the air and Luis sighed at the smell, a dreamy smile on his face. 

“I love that smell, querida. I love you. Every bit of you.” [Name] yanked her leg back and tried to kick at Luis’ face, the first strike landing its mark, a pained grunt heard from Luis. She reared her leg back again to kick once more only for him to catch her by the ankle, blood trickling down his nose as the broken feature began to heal itself, the forming bruise vanishing before it had a chance to even fully develop. His eyes darkened as he pulled her leg up and over his shoulder, 

“Now that wasn’t nice of you.” He tutted, his grip on her leg tight as he moved himself between her legs, his eyes roaming her body from the new angle. A spark igniting in his eyes as his hands moved down towards her belt, unbuckling it quickly. 

“No, Luis! No, please! I’m sorry!” Panic had set in, rushing through her system as she squirmed under his grip. As much as she loved Luis, she couldn’t let herself be touched by him like this. 

“Don’t fret, cariño. I’m not going to do anything like that. Yet.” It took a few moments before he slid off her pants, letting them bundle at the bottom of the trapped leg, his gaze turning back to her as he placed her leg back over his shoulder again. His lips lightly brushing up along her skin, a soft hum sending goosebumps along her flesh. Warmth shimmered in her body, threatening to spill down into her gut at his careful movement. Little kisses were placed on her thigh, his teeth finding a spot and biting down, suckling at the tender flesh. 

Soft gasps escaped her, despite her best efforts to keep them back. The light scratchy sensation of his stubble only added to the feeling, sending a tingling warmth through her body, arousal threatening to seep in. 

“L-Luis...” His name spilled past along with another gasps as he pulled back and moved along her thigh more, leaving more little marks and nips in his wake. 

“See? I can make you feel good, [Name].” His voice was lower, huskier, almost a hushed, teasing whisper as she felt him move closer and closer to her core. Her eyes locked on the ceiling, unable to look down at him, knowing doing so wouldn’t help in anyway. “Say you’re mine~” 

The feeling of her underwear slowly sliding down her thighs brought a shiver raking down her spine, a light chill brushing past her followed by the warm feeling of his tongue gently moving along her core, pulling a moan from her. She could hear Luis moan as he pushed himself closer to her, his tongue exploring slowly, savouring every second of her, as his hands on her thighs slowly tightened their grip. 

“Who else can make you feel this good?” He purred between breaths, each little movement of his tongue spending a shard of arousal up through her, her body wanting more, wanting him. “Surely not that Yaqui. No, he couldn’t come close to how good I can make you feel, [Name]~” His lips pressed against her clit, kissing it lightly then slowly circled his tongue around it, making her arch her back and moan in pleasure. Her thighs shook lightly, pressing together against the sides of Luis’ head, earning a pleased groan from the man as he pulled his tongue back. 

“Good girl~” 

[angstyambivalence]

What Can’t Be Undone

The air is hot and heavy here, in this stagnant room with white walls. I stare blankly down at my tattered vessel, the scars dance across my severed skin as if it were a ballroom. The hand of the clock cuts through time like a dagger. I begin to imagine what the world would look like if I could turn back that clock. I wonder if I could get it right the second time around. If the sun rose back up from the western sky and set in the east a million times over. If the earth spun backwards. So I lose myself in this idea. I glance out my window and the snow is drifting back up into the milky darkness of the stormy winter night’s sky. The scars slowly turn back into scabs and scabs to wounds, back to the moment of impact. The blade waltzes backwards across my skin, blood seeps back into veins. Smoke returns from the sky and rushes back down my throat and into my lungs, back up my throat and into the growing cigarette. The lighter eats the flame. Shadow tiptoes backwards, over tightropes and down dark alleyways. Tears roll from the crease of the mouth, up beet red, salt stained cheeks. Sound waves propel backwards through time and space. Screams reach back for my tongue and crawl down my throat. Liquor spit up into glass. Ghost reinhabits body, she flies back to the top of that cliff and back through her final moments of hopelessness. Flowers unbloom, petals reaching back for one another. Shattered glass re-assembles, a million pieces return to their rightful pieces, becoming whole once more. Excuses fly back through the air and grace her trembling lips. Cocaine races out noses  and down through the rolled up bills back onto counters into thick lines. Abused abusers. Door re locks. He steps backwards down those stairs. Bruise back to bite. Legs un-open, bed remakes. In the manner of hyperventilation, gasps of air swirl out my mouth and nose. Running backwards towards my innocence. I un-read all his poetry, and rise up out of love with him. He walks backwards through the doors of that cafe and out of my life. Vomit up from porcelain bowl runs back down my throat. I spit the food back up on my plate. Scissors re-attach hair, my reflection unravels before my eyes. Parents fall back in love, hearts unbreak. My mother’s lips suck back in the air from the breathalyzer as red and blue lights leap back to the sirens. Wheels spin backwards and the distance between slowly disappears. Bullet back to barrel, paint from canvas to brush. Ink from paper back to pen, stories untold. He walks back through the door, bag unpacks, clothes back to drawers. Sea swims up stream, bridges unbuilt. Lovers return to strangers. Laws unwritten, boundaries undrawn. Hate untaught, rainforests reappear, wars unfought. Grandfathers ashes return to flesh. Histories unwritten. My mind empties. Babies unborn, sperm races away from eggs. The forbidden fruit spit up and unpicked. Jesus steps down from the cross, nails un-pierced his flesh. Buddha un-enlightens, returning to young siddhartha. He retraces his first footsteps back towards his mother’s womb and the lotuses sink back into the earth. Evolution un evolves, mammals back to the sea. The big boom un-booms. “I asked the sun what the big boom was like, she said it hurts to become.” The big boom booms. Our fate is set into motion once more. But here I find myself now, back to trunk, resting peacefully, protected by the shade of this old, wise willow, wondering why every fiber of my being aches with resistance to letting go of what can’t be undone. But the hand of the clock cuts through time, forever propelling us onward into existence. But at any moment in time, if I find that I am not content with my world, If I find masks or hollow reflections, ambivalence, half hearted love, tangled up shame or confusion, I will do my best to remember, I hold the steering wheel of this ship. At any moment i have the power to change my trajectory. Where you are and where you’re headed is more important than where you came from.  But when this tattered vessel can no longer carry this old spirit of mine, and it’s time to return back through the cycle, I want my ashes to be buried with the seeds of a willow tree. When you come and rest under my shade and weeping leaves, back to trunk, know that I am with you, my leaves rustling in the wind, whispering. Reminding you to let go of what can’t be undone.

What Can’t Be Undone by LRL