#young luis serra

[savage-rhi]

Luis has a pet and it’s a big ass crocodile

@rebelwithoutaclock This has been sitting in the back of my head for a while and I love it 💯

As soon as the sermon ended and the villagers departed from the church, Luis immediately rushed back to his grandfather's cabin, ignoring his peers' calls to him about Bible study. He'd already made right with the Lord today—and that was enough. Or so he told himself, grinning as he swung the door to the residence wide open. He had more important things to tend to than some invisible man in the sky.

He gasped when the thought came and went, did a few Hail Marys, muttered an apology under his breath, and quickly made his way to the back porch.

There, Luis gathered a bundle of spoiled meat his grandfather had obtained from a neighbor—a deer carcass that had come down with some sickness. Nothing terrible, but the neighbor, being superstitious and paranoid, wanted nothing to do with it. It was going to be turned into chum anyway, so Luis figured getting rid of it wouldn't be a problem, especially since the new friend he'd made the other day seemed hungry.

Using a clothespin to clamp his nose shut, Luis marched through the woods with a sack of meat slung over his left shoulder and his grandfather's spare rifle in his right hand. He struggled through the thick underbrush; with it being early spring, vegetation and broken branches from winter cluttered the woodland floor. To pass the time—and to ignore the occasional lash of brambles—Luis thought about his recent meeting with Mendez regarding the library, about the possibility of expanding it to include more science books, especially on biology. He'd made a strong case to the other village leaders: that such knowledge could help them understand God's work better, that it might improve their ability to prepare medicines, and that it wouldn't lead them astray but rather allow them to experience a little bit of the 20th century, just a taste.

He had rehearsed that pitch for a whole week, and he smiled to himself at the thought. For someone with a mind that moved as fast as his, focus wasn't always easy. His peers and teachers reminded him of that often. Still, Luis knew he shouldn't get his hopes up—but what else was there to do besides try? Try to fight for others to be smart, even if they can't see it for themselves.

By the time he reached the other side of the lake, he was panting and red-faced. Squinting toward the dock, he could barely make out the scutes breaking the surface of the water. His smile returned, broad and proud, as he rushed to the shoreline, splashing the water with his foot and giving a sharp whistle.

“¡Oye, cocodrilo Cervantes! ¡Ven aquí! ¡Ven aquí!”

The enormous crocodile immediately reacted to the vibrations. It heard Luis and began to swim toward him—still maintaining a cautious distance. Despite its size and ability to kill with ease, it moved carefully as if aware of its own threat. Luis figured the creature's wariness came from being far from its natural environment. He'd learned that from a tattered reptile book he found in the library.

"You must be hungry! Hope you like deer!"

He began tossing chunks of meat into the water. The crocodile sprang into action, jaws snapping, devouring the offering like it hadn't eaten in weeks—which, judging by its thin frame, might've been the case.

As Luis fed it, he found himself wondering again: How had something so exotic ended up in the middle of nowhere in Spain? Maybe it was a pet. Perhaps it escaped a zoo. Maybe it was a fluke of fate. Whatever the case, Luis hadn't had this much fun in ages. It was like seeing a dinosaur in real life, just like in the few books the village had on them. It made him wonder what other creatures were out in the world—creatures he might never know existed.

His smile dimmed slightly. That thought always stung.

"I don't know your story," he murmured, "but it looks like we're both trapped here, buddy. At least for now."

He hated that he'd named the creature. Cervantes. It made things more complicated. His grandfather always said not to name the chickens, especially since they were food, but Luis had already grown attached.

He couldn't help it. This felt real. Not like the sermons. Not like the invisible forces preached about in the halls of the church. This had weight, teeth, hunger, beauty...

And danger.

He knew what the villagers would do if they ever found out. They always killed what they didn't understand—killed the thought, killed the idea. Maybe even people, once upon a time, before he was born. The possibility made Luis's stomach churn.

"Maybe one day I'll wander off and end up in a random lake like you, eh?"

Luis chuckled. The crocodile rolled lazily in the water, then swam closer. Luis instinctively stepped back a few paces. The creature opened its mouth wide. At first, Luis didn't understand—then he realized he had one last hunk of meat left.

"Since you're so polite…"

He tossed it. Cervantes snapped it up with a booming crunch and swallowed it whole.

"Whoa…"

Yeah. There was still no way in hell he was telling his grandfather—or the village chief—about the lake's new dragon. Not until he figured out how to help the poor thing.

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[zennycore]

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[sirrenhd]

some old doodles while i work on other things

[geddy-leesbian]

Winterserra Wedding fic 💍💕

word count: 3,300ish

won't be on AO3 for a while because it takes place a pretty long time after the most recent posted chapter of my main Winterserra fic because I've been having horrendous writer's block with some of the in between chapters

start of a steamy scene at one point, but fades to black before anything really explicit happens

also there's one flashback scene (entirely in italics so easily skipped if you want to) taking place while Luis was still pregnant, and the very last scene has Ethan reminiscing and mentioning the pregnancy, it's nothing too major, just putting it out there if anyone's uncomfortable with that

Ethan doesn't have anything particularly time consuming when it comes to getting ready, so after he has his suit on he gets Rosa ready, putting her fancy pink dress and flower crown on. Then he puts on the baby carrier and gets her situated in it. Originally Luis would have worn the carrier walking down the aisle because she was their “flower girl” but that plan was abandoned once Luis had his heart set on an embroidered suit. He didn't want the carrier blocking the designs in the pictures of their vows and kiss, so instead they settled on Ethan wearing her during the ceremony. 

Luis on the other hand has a lot to do. As Luis insisted on Ethan not seeing his “bride” before, it falls to Claire to help out. After he gets his suit, a fancy one with pink embroidered designs, Claire does his makeup for him and then helps him with his veil, a lacy very over the top thing that trails behind him. They don't really have much of an aisle, just a handful of chairs with their friends arranged facing a flower arch Claire and Ethan cobbled together. There's also no officiant, because it's just not necessary; there's no legal marriage yet, this is simply for ceremonial purposes. It's not the grand church wedding a younger Luis had once dreamed of, but it's all he needs. 

At the altar, Rosa is amused by Luis's veil. She sees his face through it and her own face lights up. Their vows take longer than they should, as they're both amused by Rosa determinedly reaching her arms up to tug on Luis's veil and get distracted. 

When Ethan finally lifts up Luis's veil to reveal his face, he can't help but say “peekaboo!” earning giggling and clapping from Rosa while she looks up at Luis. It may not be the most romantic thing to say in a moment like this, but it's going to make a great picture. As Luis leans down, Rosa notices the pink birds and flowers decorating his suit jacket. As they kiss, she runs her fingers over the flowers and tries grabbing one of the birds. 

They had a few folding chairs and tables scattered about for the reception. One of the tables had a highchair at it and was more decorated, with pink balloons and a tablecloth. And a pile of small presents. It was also Rosa's half birthday, and they couldn't resist rolling her into the wedding celebrations. After all, their worlds revolved around her and she was the reason they got married today, not years into the future. 

As soon as she's placed in her highchair, Rosa reaches her arms out towards the presents.

“You're right, those are for you! Such a smart princess!” Luis praises. “But you can't have them just yet.”

“That's right,” Ethan chimes in, handing Luis the plate with a pink cupcake and getting his camera ready. “Just have to have your cake before getting to presents.”

Rosa eyes the cupcake skeptically when Luis sets the cupcake down on her high chair's tray. Eventually her curiosity wins over and she starts pawing at the cupcake. Still not entirely sold on the concept of solid food, she doesn't try to take a bite of the cupcake, but at least smashes it and licks some frosting off her fingers. 

“I'll go get her cleaned up and changed for presents,” Ethan tells Luis, with a peck on the cheek. “You should go ahead and get something to eat. And drink some wine too. 

Luis does have a slice of cake and then tries to play a good host with a glass of wine in hand, greeting their handful of friends as he drinks because he knows that the second Ethan comes back with Rosa he'll have tunnel vision and forget it's not just the three of them there. 

Ethan brings Rosa back, dressed in her mushroom footie pajamas instead of her fancy dress. Back in her highchair, Luis and Ethan pass her the presents. She's definitely on the younger side as far as ability to open presents go, but her curiosity gives her enough determination to get most of the wrapping paper off each present herself after Ethan or Luis get them started for her. The presents aren't anything big, just toys and some animal picture books, but Rosa will certainly get enjoyment out of them.

It's the hardest thing Luis has ever done, handing Rosa to Claire. But he manages to without shedding a tear, because it's for something he's been looking forward to for a long time: his “first dance” with Ethan. Ethan looks uneasy at the sight of someone else taking his baby, but he stuffs his paranoia down and smiles as Luis pulls him to the dance floor, because he has a promise to keep. 

…

“So, Dr. Winters,” Luis teases. “Can you perhaps lift your bed rest order? I've been back a couple weeks, baby's fine, my bruises from the trip are gone. I need to move around, I'm going crazy.” “Is that really what you think, I've been ordering you to rest all the time?” Ethan looks just a little bit horrified by the thought that Luis thinks he's been too controlling. “It wasn't like that, I just offered to bring you things and carry you around because it seemed like you needed it. I wouldn't have stopped you if you started getting out of bed and walking around on your own.” “I'm just teasing, I know you weren't really forbidding me from anything. And I did need the extra help. Really, I was in rough shape. But now that I'm feeling a bit better, I'd like to get on my own two feet again.” “As long as you're feeling up to it,” Ethan says, helping Luis up from the couch. “You just want to walk around outside for a while?” “No. Put some music on, I want to dance with you, mi amor,” Ethan shoots him a skeptical look. “Nothing strenuous! Just some slow dancing so I can get my feet moving and think about how in love with you I am.” “Okay,” Ethan agrees hesitantly, walking over to the stereo to get a CD playing before coming back to Luis. “But you've got a history of not accepting your limits and pushing yourself too hard, so you have to promise me you'll take it really easy and listen to your body when it's telling you to stop.” Figuring out the logistics of dancing is harder than it should be. Ethan can't stand behind Luis and wrap his arms around the front of his waist to sway together because the fact Luis is taller makes it awkward. Eventually they end up facing each other, Luis's arms resting on Ethan's shoulders, Ethan's hands on the sides of Luis's waist. Occasionally his hands wander down to fondle Luis's hips, a pleasant surprise– after the night he accidentally left scratches on his hip, Luis expected him to be too nervous to go anywhere near his hips.

While they make it work, the dancing still isn't ideal. Luis can't get closer like he wants to, can't lean in for a kiss because his damn back hurts all the time and especially hates when he dares to bend it even slightly. He also feels a little bit awkward that he's dancing wearing only his underwear and one of Ethan's shirts.  But at least he's touching Ethan and Ethan's touching him and Ethan's looking at him like he's the most important person in the universe.

“God, I hate this. I danced with my first boyfriend a lot. We got fancy with it. Fast, lots of twirling and spinning, dipping…” Luis trails off. “Can't do any of that shit now. I can't even press my body all the way against yours.” “Just a few months. Just a few months and we'll have our princess here and you'll be healed up and able to do everything again,” Ethan reassures. One of his hands leaves his waist to touch Luis's “necklace”– the engagement ring currently on a necklace chain because Luis can't wear it on his finger yet. “You'll be my husband in a few months. And you'll be able to dance however you want at our wedding. I can't promise I'll be able to keep up with the fancy stuff you can do, but I can promise I'll try my best to.”

True to his word, Ethan can't match Luis's grace and speed, but does his best, letting Luis drag him across the makeshift dance floor and twirl him around. Luis is even tipsy enough to dip Ethan with no fear of dropping him, and bite his neck like they don't have an audience. 

“Okay, that's enough,” Ethan states when Luis pulls him back to his feet. “I know you're mostly healed, but supporting my weight like that is too much, you're going to hurt yourself.”

Ethan's words get Luis misty eyed. So similar to something Leon once said to him. But for once being reminded of Leon doesn't fill Luis with despair. There was a time when his attraction to Ethan was primarily based on his similarities to Leon, like he was just an inferior substitute to his dead lover. But that changed, and he grew to love Ethan for he really was. His marriage to Ethan won't be anything like being married to Leon would have been, and that's okay. Ethan isn't Leon, but he's the only other person Luis has ever been so head over heels for. 

“Hey, was that too much?” Ethan asks, concerned about the tears gathering in Luis's eyes. “Do you need to go inside and lay down?”

“No, I'm okay,” Not wanting to spoil the mood, Luis gives Ethan a reassuring smile. “Just happy tears.”

“Okay. Good,” It's Ethan's turn to drag his new husband away from the dance area back towards Claire. “Rose still needs her fathers-daughter dance. It'll be slow with her, so you won't be pushing yourself.”

Rosa smiles and starts reaching her hands out when she sees her dads walking towards her. No matter how many times it happens, Luis's heart always melts when she smiles at him. Claire compliments their dancing while Luis gets the baby carrier back on, then Claire hands Rosa over, both smiling. 

The newlyweds start dancing again, now with their baby in the mix. Sandwiched between her two fathers, swaying with Luis's gentle motions, Rosa is quite content with her current situation. 

…

The guests are all gone, it's just the three of them. Ethan moved Rosa's bassinet away from the bed, far enough that she fades into the background, but still in their line of sight and close enough that they won't be worried about something happening to her while they fool around. Then Ethan climbs up on the bed and straddles Luis's lap. They haven't had sex since before Rosa's birth, their longest dry spell. Between how long it's been and the alcohol, Luis quickly feels warm arousal pooling deep inside him. The problem is he also feels the fatigue setting in.

“Luis, get the strap on?”

“How mad would you be if I said I wasn't feeling up to it tonight?”

“Not as mad as I'd be if you weren't feeling up to it and did it anyway because you didn't want to disappoint me,” Ethan gets off Luis's lap but sets a hand on his inner thigh. It's a very intimate but nonsexual gesture– it's the area where the chemical burns caused enough nerve damage that Luis doesn't get much sexual pleasure from it being touched. Which Ethan knows; he's always very careful to stick to the areas that actually feel good when he's trying to get Luis off. “Is it just the topping you're not up for, is there something else we can do?”

“Not anything that's even close to meeting expectations for a wedding night,” Knowing Ethan will insist on asking if there's anything at all Luis would do, he keeps talking. “I'd take oral and fingers. I know you were expecting a lot more tonight, I'm sorry, I'm just a lot more tired than I thought I'd be.”

“It's okay, Luis. We have the rest of our lives to enjoy each other, there's no reason to rush anything, okay?” Ethan repositions himself yet again, moving to straddle one of Luis's thighs and lets his hands wander over Luis's body, down his chest and stomach. One hand cups his hip and stays there, his other hand hesitantly traces the skin just about the waistband of Luis's underwear, waiting for permission to go further. “You ready?”

…

Luis is set for the best sleep of his life– he's had a long day of activity, and a great orgasm courtesy of his fiancé's husband's fingers. And Rosa should be tired out enough to sleep through the night. 

Right when he's on the edge of sleep, he hears Rosa start fussing in her bedside bassinet. Luis just sighs. She should be fine. While Luis had been undressing and taking his makeup off, Ethan had changed and fed her. Soon she stops crying and starts babbling. Just nonsensical strings of syllables she enjoys saying.

“Do you want me to go downstairs with her so you can sleep?” Ethan asks.

“No,” Luis replies. “I don't mind the babbling.”

Her bassinet is on Luis's side of the bed, so Ethan still has to get up to grab her, even though he's just moving her to the bed and not leaving the room. 

“Hey, Rosa, what do you want?” Ethan asks, and he gets a gibberish response along the lines of ‘bababababa.’ “Bottle already? You ate just a little bit ago.”

“Babababa. Bick. Bookeh,” Luis manages to lift his heavy eyelids and reaches towards his nightstand, finding a book to hold up. Rosa reaches her arms out and starts squirming in Ethan's arms, trying to get to the book. They'd skipped the bedtime story routine tonight, expecting that the wedding would have been enough activity and stimulation that she'd be ready to fall asleep without being read to. They thought wrong, evidently. “Bookeh! Bookeh!”

“You picked a bad time to say your first word. Me and Daddy are too beat to properly celebrate it tonight,” Suddenly less exhausted, Luis sits up and scoots over so he's shoulder to shoulder with Ethan, and then opens the picture book and places it where Rosa's little hands can reach the pages. “And I must admit, I'm a little disappointed your first word wasn't Daddy. But it's okay, book is a good word.”

“Sometimes it feels like she's less our daughter and more your clone. Your skin tone, your eyes, your hair. And clearly she's got your smarts too,” Ethan smiles and kisses Luis's cheek. “Not that I'm complaining. I know you don't believe you're perfect, but I do, so her taking more after you is perfect in my eyes.”

Ethan lets the conversation die there, shifting his focus from Luis back to Rosa and starts reading the book to her. Luis lays back down. As much as he wants to stay up with his little family longer, he really is exhausted. It was a long day with far more physical activity than Luis is used to. And as much as Luis hates to admit it, deep down he knows his body still isn't at 100%. He feels a hell of a lot better at 6 months postpartum than he did at 6 weeks, but he still doesn't have as much energy as he used to and finds himself needing more sleep than he's ever needed before. Between the mold making him superhuman and the fact he isn't a few months postpartum like Luis is, Ethan is far more equipped to stay up long enough to get Rosa settled and ready to sleep.

Luis dozes off listening to Ethan read, and Rosa cooing and babbling in response to the story and pictures.

…

“I loved you from the moment I found out you existed,” Ethan speaking and a page turning is what Luis hears as soon as he wakes up. “Don't tell him I said this, but I was pretty mad at your papi when he told me he was having you. I loved him and he was giving me something I'd wanted for a really long time, getting to start a family. But he kept you a secret for a long time. He hid everything as long as he could. It made me upset because everything would have been easier if he'd told me sooner and I could have taken care of him and stopped him from doing some stupid things and had more time to–”

“Wow,” Luis says, light-heartedly. There was a time Ethan's words would have hurt him, but it's water under the bridge now. Luis knows he handled the situation badly, but he also knows Ethan has forgiven him for everything, and he's secure in that knowledge. Gone are the days of Luis waking up alone and having a panic attack because the hormones convinced him that Ethan must have abandoned him and their unborn child. He rolls over and sits up, seeing Ethan going through their family scrapbook with Rosa, of course open to a couple of the pages covering the pregnancy. She smiles and coos over the pictures, recognizing Luis's face. “Shit talking me to our daughter the morning after our wedding?”

“You weren't supposed to hear that,” Ethan's face goes white as a ghost. “But I was just about to get to how I understood why you hid that you were pregnant and forgave you.”

“Relax, mi regalo. I'm not upset. You had every right to be mad at me, for more than just hiding things. I'm glad you're fine being one and done, because I can't imagine going through those hormones again, I don't know how you put up with me yelling at you and crying over nothing everyday for two months…” Luis lays back down and closes his eyes. He knows all the pictures in the album well enough to imagine anything Ethan might be pointing to. “Pretend I'm still asleep and keep going through the album with her, I don't want to ruin your special moment.”

“Well, as I was saying, even though I was mad I still loved both of you. I forgave your papi fast. I couldn't be mad when he showed me the pictures of you. I couldn't be upset when I knew I'd be holding a perfect baby in a couple months. So I took good care of him to make sure you'd both be healthy and proposed because I already knew I wanted to be with him forever. And a couple months later…” Luis hears Ethan turn the page, and then more cooing. “A couple months later… I don't know if this is really my story to tell…” Ethan pauses, waiting for Luis to jump in, but he stays quiet. Frankly, it's more Ethan's story to tell. The pain was enough to fog up Luis's memories of the day. “It was a little bit scary. I was scared something could be wrong with you and it would be my fault because I'm infected with mold, and your papi was in a lot of pain and I was scared I could lose both of you. But you were born and you were perfect, even a little bigger and smarter than you should have been. And Papi had a hard time and needed a lot of rest, but he was okay and even wanted to take care of you right after.”

“This is when I was going to read you a letter I wrote you for your half birthday last night when I couldn't sleep, but,” Ethan pauses and glances over at Luis. “We're not alone like I thought we'd be and it's a little embarrassing how sappy I got, so let's save that for another day.”

[melzzzzz]

one night in summer of '98

[pikabysss]

Drawing of Young Leon from my furry AU (10 years old or so)!

Extra doodle: Luis found the picture...

[happyleech]

Ada Wong 🤝 Luis Serra: loving Leon S. Kennedy

[magda-kb]

Character Analysis Of Luis Serra:

I just think someone needs to do this here on Tumblr so here we go…

Born in the remote and devoutly Catholic village of Valdelobos, Spain, Luis grew up in a reclusive, pre-industrial community that shunned modernity. The death of his mother during childbirth left him in the care of his grandfather (Man in the picture above together with Luis), a hunter whose wisdom and love shaped Luis’s early years.

From a young age, Luis displayed an insatiable curiosity and intelligence that set him apart. While his peers clung to the village’s traditions, Luis dreamed of the world beyond its mountains, finding solace in fairy tales and stories, particularly the adventures of Don Quixote. His grandfather recognized his potential, lamenting the limits imposed by their isolated life.

Later on his grandfather was attacked by a wolf and succumbed to a mysterious illness. Rumors of madness swirled, and fear gripped the superstitious villagers. The village’s chieftain, influenced by paranoia, ordered the family cabin to be burned to prevent the spread of the supposed "infection." According to the texts found throughout the game, the boy stood outside the house the whole time watching the flames, the next day he had disappeared from the village and nobody knew where the boy was.

In the modern world, Luis thrived, earning recognition as a prodigy in biology and securing a position at Umbrella Pharmaceuticals. Despite his remarkable achievements, including work on groundbreaking research, his tenure at Umbrella left him disillusioned. For example, we know that he was an employee of Project Nemesis (note to Racoon City - Nemesis T-Type).The corporation’s ethical compromises clashed with Luis’s growing moral awareness, leading to his resignation. This decision underscored a recurring theme in Luis’s character: the struggle between ambition and conscience.

Luis’s return to Valdelobos in 2004 placed him at the center of a nightmare. The village had fallen under the control of Los Iluminados, a cult manipulating the villagers’ religiosity to propagate a parasitic organism known as Las Plagas. Saddler, the cult’s leader, enlisted Luis for his scientific expertise, tasking him with enhancing the parasites. Initially compliant, Luis became horrified upon realizing Saddler’s true intentions. His guilt over his role in the cult’s atrocities drove him to seek redemption.

This is where Luis’s complexity truly shines. Torn between his past mistakes and a desire to atone, he takes enormous risks to undermine Saddler. Partnering with Ada Wong, Luis orchestrates plans to escape with the cult’s critical research sample, the Amber.

Here, too, I would like to emphasize a particular passage from the Separate Ways DLC that was already a bit of a foreshadowing of what his fate would be: Namely, during the scene in which other village members fell victim to the cult, Luis spoke of the fact that the next dance would be his… It should also be noted here that the already deceased was lying in exactly the same posture as Luis will later do… So it really was his “last dance”, so to speak (You can see it a little in the photo below, but it is clearly visible in the game itself)

Luis’s interactions with Leon S. Kennedy in the main game reveal yet another layer of his character. Despite their initial mistrust, Luis proves his worth as an ally, displaying a blend of wit, vulnerability, and a desperate need to make amends. His decision to assist Leon and Ashley, even at great personal risk, underscores his transformation from a man driven by self-interest to one guided by selflessness.

Ultimately, Luis’s arc concludes tragically yet heroically. Fatally wounded by Jack Krauser, Luis uses his final moments to ensure Leon and Ashley have the tools to fight back against Saddler. His death is not just a sacrifice but a culmination of his redemptive journey—a final act of defiance against all the things he did in the past. There is also the fact that Luis has doubts. Mainly about the things he himself has done in the past - And it is precisely these doubts that seem to characterize his last moment.

Something I would like to add: Krauser threw his knife directly into Luis’s spine. I mean clearly he aimed to kill. When a victim is stabbed in the area of the spinal cord, the spinal cord can be severed, sheared, torn, or otherwise damaged. This will result in a loss of function below the point of injury. That’s why it’s so impressive and powerful that Luis was able to muster up the last of his strength and force his hand to shoot at Krauser-hitting directly at his knife that could have killed Leon. That would now also explain why Luis can’t properly use his lighter and needed Leon to do it for him. Because after the lighter drops we can not see him move his body again…

Luis Serra is a character defined by contradictions: a brilliant scientist haunted by his complicity in unethical experiments, a dreamer shaped by the harsh realities of his upbringing, and a man who ultimately chooses redemption over survival. Something I would also like to point out is to link the whole story to Don Quixote. Because just like the self-proclaimed knight, he also had this urge of idealism throughout his life - which also led Don Quixote to make mistakes in the end and ultimately to his death... But in the end he became a hero and more or less passed on the title of knight to Leon...

[bambisafe]

Love your bookworm s/o headcanons. If it's alright, can I request part 2 with Ada, Ashley and Luis(and whoever you like)? Thank you for blessing us with your writings. 💜

re characters with a bookworm s/o pt. 2 (plus what they’d read)

pairings : ada wong / gn!reader | ashley graham / gn!reader | luis serra / gn!reader

word count : 936

warnings : established relationships, kissing, hugging, crying, comforting, some angst in ada’s section, crying in ashley’s section, ashley’s a college student, luis feels emotions very deeply, all of them are down bad for you, tooth-rotting fluff, reader reads an assortment of different genres (japanese classics, chinese classics, romance, slow burn thrillers).

author’s note : thank you for blessing me with this ask, anon ㅤ♡ this feels more like character reading headcanons than bookish!reader headcanons, sorry about that. thank you for leaving a request though, do drop by again if you wish to. this is my first time writing for luis, might do more in the future.

she is not a reader.

at one point in her life, before she became ada wong she definitely was.

but now? she’s left that concept behind.

it makes her lose a sense of control: it makes her feel something.

even when she lets herself feel with you, reading touches on her emotions in ways she’s not ready to confront.

so she tends to avoid reading for that reason.

knows you love it though, she figured that out pretty early on.

first time she allowed you to come over to her apartment she found you reading on her couch.

“kokoro,” she reads the title aloud, chocolate eyes scanning the cover.

“yeah,” you acknowledge, angling the book to look at the cover yourself. “big fan of japanese literature.”

she sits next to you, void of her usual striking red attire. your knees touch.

“you like to read,” she says this as a statement.

her assumption brings a tender smile to your face and warmth flares in her chest. unfamiliar but welcoming.

“love it,” you confirm. “wanna join?”

she has no work to do, not even house chores so she supposes she’ll stay with you on the sofa.

loves that she’s spending every second with you on the couch but won’t admit it.

she will only read if you hand her a book, tell her it reminds you of her.

she’ll read it in private during her free time. pretends she hates it but secretly loves it.

one night when you’re fast asleep next to her, she picks up lust, caution and finds that she relates to wang chia-chih more than she thought.

she finishes the short read in one sitting, the contents of the story sticking with her until morning.

when you have a lavish breakfast at 7am, she’ll start up a conversation on your progress in kokoro. anything to get her mind off that other book.

she listens to you ramble, her eyes intensely locked onto yours. she doesn’t look away once.

she doesn’t express it often, but you know this is her form of love.

reader through and through.

modern day ashley enjoys anything that’s popular on tiktok.

likes closed-door romances, typically anything young adult.

anything past that has her cheeks burning in embarrassment.

when you come over to her dorm and crack open the song of achilles while lying on her mattress, she gets curious.

“what’s it about?” she tilts her head like a confused puppy, flopping down beside you.

you go on to explain the plot, everything from the roles and relationships between the gods as well as the premise of the story.

“it’s really sad,” you warn her, an unmistakably melancholic expression on your face. “the queer love stories always hurt the most.”

this intrigues her so she gives this song of achilles a chance.

you lend her your copy, occasionally reading over her shoulder.

“wow,” she sighs, flipping the page to chapter two. “the writing is gorgeous.”

she plows through the book in two days, and by the end she’s a mess.

you find her crying, crumpled tissues around her in a white halo.

“ash,” your quick to kneel by her side, afraid something might be wrong.

she picks up the copy of your book you lent her, shaking it in her grasp. “i can’t believe you let me read this!” she wails.

you give her a guilty a smile, then comfort her until her tears cease.

“how about something lighthearted this time?” you suggest, rubbing her back.

she nods in agreement, wiping away the tear tracks on her cheeks. “i want that new emily henry book.”

and she gets that new emily henry book.

definitely a reader.

reads noir detective fiction.

he loves anything dark, flirty, and dangerous; just like him.

kicks back in a cracked leather chair, aged rum in one hand, a book in the other.

burns a sandalwood candle to add atmosphere.

the type to sit and read for hours as long as he’s got a good book in his hands.

dabbles in philosophy too. has camus on his shelf.

secretly though, he reads poetry.

a big fan of federico garcía lorca.

would read lush, moving poetry to you. make eye contact while doing so.

he shuts a thin book collection of poetry with a snap, brown eyes meeting yours.

“that’s writing, cariño.”

doesn’t really read anything modern.

except for thrillers.

not short, fast-paced thrillers.

he prefers slow burns, a book with a story that slowly unravels.

bonus if it has rich writing.

would find you reading the secret history, read a bit of henry’s dialogue and immediately be intrigued.

“they killed their friend? because of greed?”

you shrug. “something like that.”

you don’t tell him there’s more to the story than that. not yet.

he joins you on the couch, reads along with you after you catch him up on the plot.

would understand the book and its message instantly.

he’s smart, sharp, and loves dense reads so this was right up his alley.

might dabble in romance books.

he’s a hopeless romantic and wants something that’ll tap into that side every once in a while.

would enjoy stories that resonate, with gritty characters.

adores tia williams’ books.

would let you annotate any of the books on his shelf. he wants to hear your thoughts on his favorite literature.

he’ll read in bed with you, reclined side-by-side against pillows until both of your eyelids get heavy.

at the end of the night, luis’ll bookmark his spot, share a few kisses, and cuddle with you face-to-face until you both fall asleep. he loves the intimacy.

[grilde1chesse]

⇢ RESiDENT EViL HEAD CANONS

- jack krauser, leon kennedy, luis serra, ada wong, chris redfield, albert wesker, jill valentine, claire redfield, ethan winters

✧ jack krauser

transman & mlm he doesn’t listen to music often, but when he does it's metal grew up on the countryside with traditional home values (stay at home mom, "man of the house", etc. etc.) as the youngest sibling to 3 brothers. his parent's marriage wasn't one out of love, but rather convenience & societal expectations/pressure. because of this were constantly fighting & physically abusive towards Jack and his siblings. acted and presented masculine from a young age in order to prove he can be a "real" man. ran away from home to join the military at 18. he's spent most of his life away from civilian life, and because of this, he doesn't know how to function in society outside combat. ( "During his days off, Krauser often participated in mercenary work, as he felt that he could not function within society and believed that his service and the thrill of combat were what gave his life meaning." ) extremely insecure about being transgender & uses his power/rank to "make up" for it. resents his homosexuality as he sees it as the remaining "female side" of him he's unable to get rid of. because of this internalized homo/transphobia, he's extremely violent towards anyone he falls for and takes that involuntary attraction as a direct insult to his masculinity. this also ties into his childhood & how he grew up without an example of what healthy affection looks like. his hyper masculinity and borderline (if not outright) misogyny stems from his own dysphoria and insecurities. wears a packer religiously. fighting tooth and nail to not turn this into a ship brainrot ramble BUT this is why i think Krauser's so overly harsh on Leon while also favoriting him to a degree. ("Either way, this is definitely not a 'training room,' this is something Krauser, presumably, put together specifically to train Leon away from the others. There's too much clutter and nothing that would indicate that it's any sort of training area.") ALSO LOOK AT THIS EDIT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

✧ leon s. kennedy

transman & bisexual (realistically it wouldn't be likely/possible that he'd been on testosterone long enough for his voice to change to the degree it has in re2r, as it was the 80s... BUT theres no fun in that :-) plus it explains the voice change from re2r to re4r) honorary dad & country rock lover. (canon confirmed?) listens to Nickelback, Saving Abel, Nine Inch Nails, Hinder, Breaking Benjamin, Failure, Nirvana, Avenged Sevenfold, Seether, some MCR (denies it), Shinedown & similar bands :-)!! autistic, has sensitive skin & eczema. a chronic gum chewer. it’s a comforting, absent minded movement that keeps him grounded on the job. spearmint hurts his mouth so he prefers bubble gum or less cold mint flavors. (i'm not projecting u r.) named after his father and introduces himself as Leon S. Kennedy to separate himself from him. went by Scott/Scottie in his teenage years. total mama's boy. Leon Senior was a heavy alcoholic and is where he got his drinking problems from, something Leon's incredibly insecure about as he's afraid of turning into his dad. grew up resenting his father and blames him for his mom's death. had a bit of chub before becoming an agent & grew into a dad bod/beer belly as he got older :-)!!! was extremely insecure as a teenager & child, having facial and body dysphoria both of which remained untreated & linger in his adult life somewhat. was a very light blonde when he was younger, but his hair gradually got darker as he grew up until he was a light brown/dirty blonde (cue identity crisis "am i blonde or a brunette???"). eventually, he started bleaching it. lost motivation and stopped dying it as he got older. movie buff (canon) ( "He makes a lot of references to films such as the "go medieval on your ass" line from RE4R, which is a quote from Pulp Fiction or comparing the China mission to Black Hawk Down. He also quotes a whole scene from Casablanca from memory in Vendetta (the "I never make plans that far ahead" part), so he seems to watch quite a variety of films." ) in the nicest most affectionate way possible... he is so annoying about movies actually, will not shut up with his trivia the whole time it plays. hates horror movies but will never admit it. played hockey as a kid. grew up somewhere cold & is adapted to cold temperatures (he can't stand the heat though). had a dog as a kid and used to absolutely love them (specifically bloodhounds) but he developed a phobia of them after Raccoon City (can you blame him?). no matter how badly he wants a normal domestic life (to settle down, start a family, and give his kids the childhood he never had) he’s secretly terrified of the idea. he doesn’t know how to function outside of work, even when on vacation he can’t seem to relax. (he'd probably name his kids some stupid shit like "Hunter" though, so maybe that's for the best...)

✧ luis serra

cisgender & bisexual or mlm the closest we have to a canon music taste 4 him is Barbie Girl by Aqua (hehe), BUT i'd imagine he'd be a fan of musicians like Queen, Elton John, Michael Jackson, Madonna, ABBA, Billy Joel, Dolly Parton and other artists known to be popular in queer communities!! Grew up Catholic & still holds onto some core ideologies, though in a more superstitious way than religious. while he doesn't consider himself Catholic, he still carries around a cross necklace from his childhood & prays occasionally. Valdelobos was (in canon) devoutly Catholic prior to Saddler's reign, so it makes sense for him to hold on to some of that guilt. (him signing the cross in game.) his jacket is custom-tailored. going on a biiiit of a ramble/history lesson here... but if you look up Western saddles you'll find some with floral patterns similar to Luis' jacket. it's a kind of leather carving that was APPARENTLY inspired by medieval Spanish saddles. not really relevant but a fun fact nonetheless! :-) he picked up smoking from his grandfather. extremely picky when it comes to what cigarettes he smokes. he prefers Marlboro Reds (i don't smoke (except for when i'm missing you) so idrk what i'm talking about) very sentimental & holds on to little trinkets & gifts & pictures, etc. (this is somewhat canon confirmed, seen with him holding onto the Umbrella Dream Team photo, along with the lighter.)

✧ ada wong

transwoman & arospec lesbian likes 80s pop music & typical girly ego boost stuff. stuff like Kate Bush, Lady Gaga & ABBA (she loves Babooshka by Kate Bush & Cheri Cheri Lady by Modern Talking). not sure if she'd actually listen to any of her stuff, but K. Flay's music reminds me of her, specifically The President Has A Sex Tape. mommy issues queen. was in and out of foster care her entire childhood, only to end up back with her mom every time. she's extremely self-sufficient and refuses to rely or depend on anyone due to her childhood history of neglect. essentially raised herself. picked up smoking from her mother and absolutely hates it. she only falls back on nicotine when doing horribly. she carries cigarettes around with her on missions, just in case. has cherry blossom lip gloss and re-applies it religiously. has drop foot (i genuinely can’t think of any other sensible reason she’d always been wearing heels </3). used to like true crime when she was younger. she has issues identifying her feelings and honestly doesn’t care enough to work through them. she isn’t sure if she even likes some people at all. she can’t tell apart affection and finding someone useful. either way, she wants certain people around/safe and she isn’t sure why (Leon for example).

✧ chris redfield

cisgender & mlm canonically listens to Queen and is generally just a big music fan!! (him and Claire's "Made in Heaven" jackets + the Gibson Les Paul at his desk in the S.T.A.R.S. office :-)) listens to Queen, The Smashing Pumpkins, Fleetwood Mac, the Foo Fighters, (some) Nirvana, AC/DC, KISS, Van Halen, Iron Maden, Black Sabeth, The Fray, Failure, Kings of Leon & similar bands ^_^!! likely disabled after that TBI in Edonia (i'd imagine there'd be some long-term consequences from hitting ur head so hard u get amnesia for 6 months). total adrenaline junkie with a savior complex. has an extremely high pain tolerance. he cannot fucking hear oh my god... please get him a hearing aid its so bad. was the stereotypical overprotective brother when he and Claire were younger, always scaring the shit out of anyone she brought home. used to take her to junk yards for shooting practice (she shot herself in the leg once... oopsies!). probably smells like a dog & uses 4 in 1 shampoo. stinky vermin. can’t cook for the life of him; lives off microwaveable meals. surprisingly organized, considering how messy he used to be in his younger years. plays the guitar (canon) & has a Gibson. Shy about his singing voice, so it's rare to hear, but i'd imagine it sounds similar to Isaac Slade's (lead singer of The Fray), just a bit deeper/gruffier. extremely good with dogs - actually considered being a dog trainer when he was younger. has a German Shepherd & a Bernese Mountain Dog, both are extremely well trained. canonically hates the rich, and is anti-capitalist lol. it's likely he was discharged from the Air Force for talking back to his superiors. would be an amazing dad but is terrified of the idea of settling down. no matter how badly he wants to have a domestic life he doesn’t know how to adapt to it. has a matching tattoo with Claire!! ^_^

✧ albert wesker

aro/ase spec & pan has autism, ASPD, NPD & a god complex (he has no idea what most of those labels mean & sees any attempts at people diagnosing him as useless and a waste of time). sensory issues & sensitive eyes because of Uroboros (leads to overstimulation sometimes, which makes him even more of a grumpy bitch). has an insane skincare routine. listens to classical music & 80s crap. while he originally got with ms. Muller with the goal of having a child, Wesker was unaware of Jake's birth. he deemed her as suitable as she had desirable traits that he wanted to carry on but never knew she actually got pregnant. suppresses/ignores any sexual thoughts/urges he has, as he views sexual impulses as a weakness and looks down on it. he sees himself as better than the average person because of his ability to control this. walked on his toes as a kid. most lights are too bright for him (hence the sunglasses wearing indoors). gets extremely frustrated if his plants or routine get interrupted or even slightly changed. sits in a dark room to de stimulate when needed, sometimes he reads, other times he just zones out. weird about how he treats Neurotypical ppl lol (treats them as they would Neurodivergents; like his experiences are the social norm & any other way of living is alien and outlandish). doesn’t smoke often but when he does he prefers Camels or Marlboro Blues (again, i don’t smoke so idrk). speaks some German & Latin (Latin from virus names and yada yada sciencey stuff)

✧ jill valentine

cisgender & lesbian listens to riot grrrl music (bikini kill), Come, Deftones, System of a Down, Paramore, Drowning Pool, Slipknot, Depeche Mode, TOOL, Soundgarden, Papa Roach, Breaking Benjamin & similar bands while the S.D. Perry novels aren't canon i rlly like how they depicted her childhood (along with it being the only "official" backstory for her we have). the idea of her dad being a crime boss explains her knowledge of lock picking & ability to keep a level head. she definitely had a few run-ins with the law as a kid. she has a little sister. has a Russian Blue cat & her favorite fruit are pears. can speak some french, though not too well due to lack of use. she has fairly thick hair and an undercut that she refuses to have shaved professionally. she likes cutting her hair herself, and refuses to pay to have it done. normally she has a friend or whoever's available cut it for her in exchange for a couple bucks. still has blonde hair from re5, but dyes it (Wesker absolutely killed the melanin in her skin and hair). she has blonde streaks & roots due to lack of free time to re-dye. has heightened abilities from lingering effects of the P30 drug (strength, perception time, speed, etc.). has a permanent scar on her chest from the P30 device.

✧ claire redfield

cisgender & bisexual/lesbian listens to Queen (canon), Stevie Nicks, Heart, Led Zeppelin, the Runaways, KISS, Fleetwood Mac, AC/DC, Nirvana, Bon Jovi, No Doubt, Petal, The Killers, Jack Off Jill, The Smiths, Smashing Pumpkins & similar bands. Chris used to take her out to junkyards to practice shooting together (accidentally shot herself in the leg once after shooting at metal... oopsies :-)!!) dyes her hair auburn & hates wearing it down. has a crazy high pain tolerance (runs in the family) and used to get hurt a lot on accident as a kid (doing stupid shit like messing around with fire or blades). Autumn is her favorite season. messy, brash & assertive, & i’m sick of pretending she isn't </3. she was raised by Chris, no way is her room organized. has probably punched at least one person for saying some stupid bigoted shit. would be a great mom tbh. loves cherry-flavored stuff. has a matching tattoo with Chris!! ^_^

✧ ethan winters

transgender & bisexual autistic. has small nervous tics that come and go seemingly at random. not big on music. he just likes it as background noise. prefers instrumental music, like classical and jazz (somewhat canon), maybe a bit of dad rock. i think he'd like Earth Angel (Will You Be Mine) by The Penguins & Why Do You Let Me Stay Here? by She & Him! used to collect trading cards as a kid. he didn't exactly know how to play, he just liked how they look and feel. "standard" childhood, married middle-class parents with stable jobs yada yada yada. grew up in Texas (where he eventually met Mia) and spent a good portion of his life completely oblivious to the concept of being trans. once finding out he was trans he and Mia moved to California and he started T. talks to himself. could probably grow his limbs back starfish-style if he gave them enough time/didn't cover his fingers up with bandages (like Lucas did when Jack cut his arm off). has a favorite dinosaur. hates horror movies. so many movie & pop culture references... the dad jokes never end. 100% a reddit user. absolute sucker for compliments.

[infwctednyacifier]

I think it's funny hiw i portray Optimus Prime and Bumblebee. Father and son? No, middle aged man and the kid he randomly found outside the mines he worked, adopted him, and took him with him while training to be a prime. AND HE WAS IN LOVE WITH HIS MENTOR. So let me show y'all what's happening in my sick and twisted mind >:)

๋⭑🛸๋⭑ Starts off with the Transformers One story. Optimus was working in the mines and one day, he left and heard something crash and fall. When he walked over to investigate, he found Bumblebee having fallen into a dumpster while searching for food.

๋⭑🛸๋⭑ He took him home because fuck it, why not?

๋⭑🛸๋⭑ Optimus was chosen to be the next Prime and given the Matrix of Leadership. But the thing is, Prime's are taught by the previous Prime before them. Once a new Prime is chosen, the last Prime retires and either joins the council as just a passive member or fully retires and leaves.

๋⭑🛸๋⭑ At that time, the past Prime was Aero Prime who wanted to gtfo already. He quickly changed his name back to the original name, Aero Circuit, and trained Optimus. He thought Bumblebee was actually Prime's son... 😶😶

“Uh, who’s this little guy?” Aero said in a smooth Spanish accent, bending over to go face-to-face with Bumblebee. The young mech looked up at him with big, blue, curious eyes.

“Oh, that's my son. His name's Bumblebee.” Optimus replied, motioning to the aforementioned sparkling.

Aero Circuit stood up straight, “Oh. So, the wife cheated, huh?” “What? No?” Optimus raised a brow, confused. “Then why does your son not look like you?” “He's not my actual son; I found him in a dumpster outside the mines when I was leaving for work and took him.” “Oh. Okay..” Aero Circuit muttered.

๋⭑🛸๋⭑ As they trained, Optimus and Aero had a..idk unofficial relationship??? They were certainly gay but Optimus, having been made to work in and growing up the mines, didn't really have a concept of sexuality and just thought guys dating guys was normal. Which, for Cybertronian miners.. yeah.

๋⭑🛸๋⭑ Optimus was trained by Aero for 3 million years then went on to live for another 6 million years before randomly meeting him again.

And before I end this, I hc Optimus as the whitest man ever, Bumblebee as a light skin afro-latino, and Aero is just Luis Serra

[trans-luis-serra-navarro]

okay i'm asking this because you're the friendliest ever, but I wanted to ask: what do you think the scene was like between Leon and Luis when Leon got off the elevator (after almost collapsing/passing out/whatever the hell was going on with him and Las Plagas) and from the point in which Leon was sitting there at the start of the next chapter squeezing is hand and saying he felt better???? Because it must have been a little while (both because of the seemingly time cut between chapters, but also later when Leon gives Ashley the suppressant and he clearly settles down to wait which implies it took Leon a while to respond and he is anticipating the same thing with Ashley) and surely they talked? Luis I'm-not-that-kind-of-doctor-but-wow-you-look-bad Serra and Leon I'll-rest-when-I'm-dead Kennedy must have talked, right???? I just wanna talk about themmmmmmmmm

Okokok I left this ask unanswered for SO LONG cuz the SECOND I started reading it I just KNEW I was gonna be lead down a rabbit hole that I wanted to do justice because like,,,, what WOULD they have talked about?!?!

Edit: this got a L O T longer than I intended I’m so sorry HDNEHENDJ so everything’s gonna be under the cut!!!! Give me the opportunity and I’ll talk about Luis for hours (also obligatory This Is All My Personal Opinion/Reading You Don’t Have To Agree If You Dont Wanna please don’t kill me HCHDNEDJ)

Like you said there seems to be a fair bit of time inbetween chapter breaks we just don’t see for the sake of pacing that REALLY fascinates me, ESPECIALLY because we’re at a pretty interesting point in Leon (and subsequently the player) and Luis’ relationship. It’s right after Luis has fluked us twice on call, and it’s right before the massive mine section you fight together in- it’s a pretty pivotal point in their relationship where Luis needs to up his game and prove to Leon that he CAN trust him. Yet he’s still gotta maintain some sort of mysterious and/or suave persona that I think throws a lot of people off when talking about how his and Leon’s relationship develop

Now of course this is all just MYYYYYY personal opinion/reading of his character cuz I am very very very invested in it BCNENEJD and you’re free to disagree!!! But I think that scene is a pretty perfect example of just how DESPERATE Luis is for companionship and trust. I think a lot of people are of the assumption that Luis only started ‘changing for the better’ AFTER he met Ashley and Leon- which personally I don’t think is the case!! We meet Luis after he’s clearly hit a moral rock-bottom. He’s been trapped under Los Illuminados’ reign for however long for whatever reason and has been COMPLETELY isolated from any human contact aside from his own coworkers for at the VERY LEAST five years. And in those five years, he’s watched the people who were most likely once individuals he grew up with become infected and loose all sense of humanity. RIGHT AFTER he escaped Umbrella too, most likely cuz he found out that all the hard work he poured into that company was being used for malicious reasons. One horrible thing on top of the other.

His life is a cycle of trying and failing over and over again- he watches his Grandfather pass away from something entirely out of his control as a young boy, and takes that trauma and grief and pours it into his research with Umbrella possibly in the hopes of preventing something like that to ever happen again- only for that to backfire. Whether it’s because he had no idea or because he purposefully let that anger consume him and let apathy fester and grow to the point where he just didn’t care, either way, he’s lost everything he loved once again. And when he returns to the only place he knows he can find solace in companionship, his childhood home, it all comes crumbling down on him too. Every attempt he’s made at righting his last wrongs, proving himself to the people he loves- it fails every single time. Obviously we don’t know WHY exactly Luis joined Los Illuminados, but if you were asking ME PERSONALLY based off of the beginning of Seperate Ways I think he didn’t have a choice but I DIGRESS!!!! Luis is at a point where he’s hit a rock-bottom he’s unsure he can come back from. Every attempt at doing good has been squashed, and no matter how hard he tries, the cycle just keeps on repeating. He’s desperate not just to escape Valdelobos, but to prove to SOMEBODY, ANYBODY, that he CAN do good. That he CAN right his wrongs. And I think the first place we physically SEE that need and desperation is in his relationship with Ada during Seperate Ways

(But I’m gonna save that for another post cuz this one’s already getting too long and rambly BCNEJSNJX but the tl;dr is that Ada and Luis are two sides of the same coin. Ada is in a similar situation as Luis where her hands are tied and she has no other option BUT to do what she’s told, despite not wanting to, and I think Luis can tell that. He trusts her and puts so much faith in her cuz he KNOWS that when the time comes, she’ll do the right thing)

But getting back on track- at the point where we first meet Luis he’s hit a rock-bottom. All attempts to help people, to prove that he can do good things- ie joining Umbrella under the guise of medical research, creating the Plagas removal machine etc- have been squashed. Every. Single. Time. He’s living a cycle of trying to do good, trying to live up to the people he’s lost and is desperate to prove that to ANYONE. The guilt of his actions is consuming and in my humble opinion it’s genuinely so admirable that he STILL KEPT GOING despite it all!!!! but anyways!!!!!!! When Leon and Ashley roll into his life, two people who are completely innocent in everything happening around him, it’s the perfect chance for Luis to genuinely help somebody and prove that he can do good. They don’t know about his past! They don’t know about all the blood on his hands!!! He can FINALLY prove to somebody that he’s a good person!!!! They’re probably some of the first people he’s been able to have a proper conversation with aside from Ada in YEARS- he’s been beaten to the ground so many times that he’s willing to do ANYTHING to gain not just their trust, but their friendship and appreciation too.

I think a pretty subtly overlooked fact about Luis is that deep down, no matter how much bad he does, no matter how much he throws himself into his work, he craves companionship and human company. He keeps the photo of the Umbrella Dream Team and his lighter with him, the first place he runs to when things turn south is his childhood home- no matter how badly he tries to resist it, he craves human contact and a sense of familiarity over anything. He wants friends, people who see him as more than just his mistakes, as more than all the wrong he’s caused- he wants people to see him for who he is in the now, in the moment. Even when he feels as though he doesn’t deserve forgiveness or friendship. And yet Leon and Ashley and Ada give that to him before they even know his full story, before they even know what his motives are and why he cares so much. The last time Ashley met him, she put her faith in his work- the last time Ada saw him before his death, she equally put her faith into his work, too. And he gives that faith back tenfold, which I think is what makes his friendship with them all so compelling among other things.

But then there’s Leon. Leon, who by all means from Luis’ point of view, is the complete opposite of him. No matter how much life throws his way, no matter how much danger he’s in- Leon is seemingly incapable of doing the wrong thing. He’s EFFORTLESSLY a hero, his actions never backfire on him… something Luis craves so, so badly. He’s everything Luis wishes he could be, even when he has to uphold that uncaring suave persona, which going back to the original point of this ask (this got extremely rambly very quickly im so sorry GDNEHENCUDN) I think that cutscene where Luis gives Leon the medicine is where we can see that trust between characters fully cementing. Leon already KNOWS Luis worked with Umbrella, and I think at that point he’s already hazarded a guess at his involvement with Los Illuminados- by all means, he’s got zero reason to trust Luis. Yet he still does. He’s the person Luis has been craving for so long; somebody who can see straight past all his flaws and his past self and see Luis for LUIS (And once again, that blind trust is S O COMPELLING in my humble opinion) But obviously, Luis doesn’t know this at this point. He’s still trying to hesitantly form a friendship with Leon and prove to him that he’s a decent person whose deserving of love, even when he doesn’t feel that way about himself, and I think that’s probably what their conversation inbetween cutscenes would’ve been about.

Like you said, I think Luis probably would’ve been pretty concerned to say the least about the state Leon’s in HXNSHENDI we can see that he prioritises the safety of his friends (ie refusing to leave when Ada was showing symptoms, dropping his persona to comfort Ashley when she started coughing etc etc) so there definitely would’ve been some level of, ‘oh my god you dunce how tf did you get so bad here lemme did you up’, but also,,, I think Luis probably would’ve tried to make conversation with Leon. About literally anything- his love for Don Quixote, what he was getting up to while sexily waiting for Leon to get off the elevator etc etc- anything to strengthen that fragile yet ever growing bond between them. Again, just looking for companionship and somebody to see past the skeletons in his closet. And I’m SURE Leon probably would’ve done the most Leon thing ever and just respond with a bunch of ‘yeah’s or ‘ok’s WHENDHDNJXJX but whatever it was they talked about, if they talked at all, it clearly strengthened their bond. Or at the very least, if they didn’t say anything to each other, the pretty intimate act of administering medicine to another person probably would’ve been enough to more or less solidify Leon’s growing trust. I think also it would’ve given Luis an insight into how Leon works- ESPECIALLY with the way Leon’s insistent on prioritising Ashley immediately after. Then of course right after that cutscene is the first time we see Luis’ love for Don Quixote be said OUT LOUD but again I’ll save that for another post BCNSHENDJXNXN

Again I really really really really hope you don’t mind how LONG this turned out to be!!!!!!! I just LOVE talking about Luis’ character and his effect on the story and motivations etc and I love to ramble BCNEHENDJDJ there’s SO MANY OTHER fade to black cutscenes with Luis I’d love to dig my teeth into (cough cough THE HAND HOLD) so!!!!!!! Maybe someday soon idk!!!!!!!!!

[puppieskiss]

ִֶָ 𖹭. romantic f/os 𖦹₊⊹

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Raymond Chandler's books;

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Welcome to my Nightmare;

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How to train your dragon;

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Lore Olympus;

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Howl's moving castle;

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Moriarty the Patriot;

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Jujutsu Kaisen;

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Vanitas no Carte;

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Death Note;

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Cowboy Bebop;

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My Hero Academia;

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Toilette bound Hanako-kun;

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Black Lagoon;

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Ashita no Nadja;

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Tokyo Mew Mew;

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Bungou Stray Dogs;

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Demon Slayer;

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Beastars;

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Princess Tutu;

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Alice in Borderland;

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Marimashita Iruma-kun;

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★ Naberius Kalego ~ selective sharing

Kyō kara ore wa!!;

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Great teacher Onizuka;

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Pokémon;

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[cicigee]

My first ever OC introduction

(my Courier doesn't count, shut up)

(Also my story strays far from the Resident Evil canon, I tried taking aspects from both the original re4 and the remake and we have this mess now)

Marisa Serra is the daughter of a single mother who was killed during her birth. She was left to be raised by her grandfather, who is a huntsman, alongside her older brother, Luis.

Growing up without a mother figure caused Marisa to manage the house and prioritize work over play. Although she did enjoy frolicking around with other kids, she'd always find herself doing something more productive. Learned to sew at a young age, surprisingly handy with a gun, and popular with the girls that Luis tries to impress.

She was known as a caring person at a young age, already putting others before herself. And that attitude skyrocketed after she came to the aid of a boy her age who was being beraded by other kids outside her house

She became good friends with the boy who she learned to be Ramón Salazar. Every time Ramon had to go out and mingle with the townsfolk, he sought after Marisa because she looked past his illness and spent time with him, making him feel like an actual kid. She was basically his only friend

When they reached their teen years, Marisa became a knight and served the Salazar family. It wasn't at all what she expected, kind of boring actually. But after the scenario of Ramón nearly succumbing to his illness, it turned out he was okay...it's like it completely disappeared. But with that, followed the death of his parents so he stepped up into the throne.

Marisa was appointed to be his right hand, although she hardly had a year of experience. They were just glad that they didn't have to hide their friendship any longer

Marisa did have a little crush on Ramón. Saddler encouraged her to tell him how she feels. And she tried, but a horrible misunderstanding happened and she had to suppress her feelings. She never told Ramón how she felt, and he never told her the same.

After some time, it was clear that something was wrong with Ramón (although there were plenty of faults of his before). His hair was graying, his fuse was being cut shorter, and he was being more distant with her. It worried Marisa so much that she wanted to talk to him and ended up discovering that he was digging up Las plagas

Because she abused her authority by going into the ruins, she had her status stripped from her and she lost her job. Devastated, she made her way home only to discover that her abuelo had succumbed to Las plagas and set their house on fire. She tried to save him but Luis held her off.

With the town gone into madness, she decided that she needed to put her foot down

Canon Outcome

She invited herself back into the castle and confronted Ramón about everything happening. She just wanted to help him. He tried to get Marisa to see the good Las plagas has done for him, and offered her a dominate plaga that he had Saddler give him just for her. She refused, leaving Ramón in shock. After Marisa tried to one-up Saddler, Ramón asked for guards to take her out.

She fought off all of them until she was able to escape. She made it to where she and Luis were staying and overheard him talking. She was now a fugitive and he was being asked to bring her back to the castle. Before he had time to explain himself, she ran away.

By some miracle, she was able to move to America and she got a job as a waitress. She was getting by but couldn't get everything that happened out of her mind. She overheard some agents talking about some girl that's been located in Valdelobos.

She butted in on their conversation and after some back and forth arguing, she was allowed to help. She was given a business card and she called the number on it with the information she had. After meeting the president, she was recruited onto the mission to assist Leon in saving Ashley Grahnm since she knew the town like the back of her hand.

Alternate Scenario

(I also designed her mutated form but I wanted to get this out today and I wasnt able to fully finish it, I'll post it another time)

After hearing how the plaga saved Ramón's life, he offered a dominate plaga to her and with a changed mindset, she accepted it. After being injected, she woke up to him sitting beside her. He confessed to her then that he knew how she felt and that he likes her back.

They ended up getting married later on but it's like neither of them will leave the crush phase. Saddler was in on this and supported them until he found out Marisa was infertile. He never really saw her as his subordinate to begin with, it's like he's always used her as an exploitable tool, and his intentions to have a pure-bred plaga child be the heir to the Salazar throne isn't going how he wanted.

Ramón has to constantly reassure her that he still loves her, and that nothing Saddler says will change his mind about her.

She may be Lady Salazar now but she still has that knight complex, constantly putting her life before her husband's because she knows how fragile he is compared to her. She's told countless times that she doesn't need to worry so much anymore but she can't let go of that mindset

Until Leon arrives and everything goes to shit

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Yeah, that's the bare bones of my story.

[geddy-leesbian]

at long last, I present my headcanon about Luis's education/career timeline + why he kept working for Umbrella while knowing how fucked all of it was

First off there's enough 16 and younger high up Umbrella scientists that it's easy to just accept that shit in the RE world is just Like That and a 12 year old Luis rocking up to enroll in university just makes sense within the logic of the world, but my personal headcanon is way more expansive than that. I like to imagine him actually going to a school operated by Umbrella. The Umbrella boarding school in the Arklay Mountains was shut down, but I headcanon that it wasn't the only one. Umbrella having boarding schools for child prodigies just makes perfect sense- I mean just read a file about the Executive Training School. 

Going after/investing in younger kids is a logical thing to do because they're so much easier to manipulate and brainwash into being exactly what Umbrella wants. 

And since Umbrella Europe had that rivalry where they were always trying to compete with their sister branch, I can imagine them seeing what happened to the Executive Training School as an opportunity: Umbrella US fucked up the concept, so they can outdo them by simply running their own competently, without it completely falling apart.

Now you're probably thinking there's a hole in my headcanon, the fact that Hunnigan's report mentions Luis enrolling in university and working for Umbrella after graduating. 

My counterpoint is that Umbrella is sketchy as fuck. The whole "James Marcus being a crazy person and performing fucked up experiments on his own students" shit show happened when Luis was just a toddler. So I like to think that inspired them to get a little more cautious when it came to their fucked up child prodigy shenanigans, in time for them to have a solid system worked out by the time Luis is orphaned. And by that I mean they'd find a university to bribe into giving them cover. A new child prodigy graduates from the Umbrella school, Umbrella coughs up some cash, and suddenly that kid attended a university they never actually stepped foot in, and has a diploma with no direct ties to Umbrella. They 100% had the resources and pull to swing some type of arrangement like that. 

And Luis is literally the most perfect target for a school like this. He's not just young, he's from an extremely isolated place, making him even easier to manipulate. He also has nothing. They can single him out and crack the whip and push him harder than any of his peers, and he'll just accept it, because what else can he do?

It's Umbrella, or the streets for him.

And I think he probably caught on to the fact that he had made a deal with the devil pretty quickly after starting on the Nemesis Project, but he had made his bed and had to lie in it. Because even after he graduates/becomes a legal adult, they have him completely locked in. There's literally no paper trail or anything official supporting the fact that he's a person who exists. The only thing is the university records Umbrella paid for. Umbrella can hand over some chump change and make those go away too. He wouldn't even be able to start from scratch without a degree, because they could go after him for fraud too. Claim he showed them his degree when they hired him, but discovered it must have been a fake, because the university has no records of him. Who would the courts side with, the kid without a birth certificate, or the pharmaceutical giant that can afford an army of lawyers? It's probably not enough to be all that life ruining, but threats don't necessarily have to be true to work. With Luis's unique life, he's most likely going to be scared of any threat like that, he just doesn't have any experience or context to help him get a grip and really think about it, he's just scared shitless at the thought of going to prison.

And ending this with a point that's independent of my other headcanons in the post and can work on its own. When discussing why Luis stayed for years, we can't forget about Rockfort Island.

On the island, there is also a prison camp and an airport. The prison camp especially, represents an especially dark side of Umbrella. Potential industrial saboteurs and traitors to Umbrella are captured and sent there to be used as human guinea pigs in biological experiments. Once inside, prisoners are held there indefinitely.

(emphasis mine)

I think the common assumption is that Luis fucked off back to Valdelobos because of Raccoon City and being afraid of governments/law enforcement coming after Umbrella, but I really think it was actually Umbrella he was running from. Umbrella would have seemed untouchable at this point, they had the blessing of the government to do what they did in Raccoon City, I doubt anyone there genuinely thought there would ever be legal consequences for any of that. Legal consequences were maybe a far-off possibility that wasn't guaranteed, while Umbrella was very much a real, present, active danger.

But if he got to a point where he couldn't handle the guilt of what he was doing anymore, his options were to disappear completely, or risk being captured and taken to a concentration camp. (Even just resigning normally, without taking any actions against Umbrella, would leave him terrified. A well-liked rising star like him just suddenly resigning, and offering no explanation, likely would have seemed suspicious, and given that Rockfort inmates were a resource for experiments, I can't imagine the bar for what makes someone a "traitor to Umbrella" is very high.)

[melancholyghoul]

Do it now, remember it later

Leon wakes up bound to a man who really wants him to relax [Chapter 2 opening scene]

Serennedy | Leon x Luis | RE4R (Resident Evil) | 3.5k | Explicit | read on ao3

A decaying hand reaches forward, black eyes with golden pinpricks pierce through. A deep, authoritative voice commands over the ears of all surrounding, ‘Sacrificial lamb. You will receive our most sacred body.’ Nothing but fear and adrenaline and the urge to fight, but not the power. Rotten teeth curled into a stomach curdling smile, ‘It begins now.’ Leon gasps for breath like he’s falling, pressure blocking his lungs from filling.

Eyes fused together with magnetic force shoot open and the dim light in the room is enough to send a white shock-wave through his retinas. It takes more than a few seconds to adjust. Pounding, thumping, on the inside of his skull. The clinking of metal hitting his eardrums like arrows, one after the other. Burning in his arms, raised over his head. An ache all over, especially where the cracked floor had been pressing against him. He catches damp, dirty cement walls, no one in the room he can see. Just old, decrepit furniture. Heart rate finally settling from his disturbed nightmare, he notices the cold cuffs chaffing against his wrists, ‘Oh, what the fuck?’ Trying to loosen the captivity and release the lactic acid from his muscles, he pulls on the chain with all the strength he can muster. It had a lot more give than he expected.

‘Hey, stop it!’ A voice behind him protested, and Leon realised the mass against his shoulders was not a wall, but another person. Ignoring all the signals his body gave him, he resorted to basics. His guard sprung up, he was alert again, and he pushed himself off the ground, twisting to face the man he was bound to, ‘Oye Yanqui, you got a name?’ Leon grips the chain in his hands, gaining control. He pulls it taught.

‘Leon.’ His gruff voice gives the one word, no more information until he has more of his own.

The man observes the room idly, shifting in his stance, ‘Quiet type, eh? I’m Luis Serra.’ Leon’s mind is elsewhere, looking for anything in the room he could use for an escape, assessing the situation. Ashley was still out there, he needed to get her home. Boxes, chairs, hooks dangling from the ceiling, rusted tools. Not much in reach that could break through metal. Not without a lot of time and patience. Leon has neither, ‘And guess – you, me – picked the wrong spot to vacation, eh?’ Luis jokes.

He needs more slack, he tugs on the ligature between them. Eyes furrowed and focused, he tries to get a better look at his surroundings, ‘Hey, stop it!’ Luis called again, Leon’s head whips around and he finally meets eyes with the guy and they make him pause for a second. Brown hair wisps over his forehead, jaw covered in rough stubble, his brown eyes tired, but bright, and familiar, ‘You move, I move,’ His eyes trace down to his dextrous, slender and soft-looking hands and up the line connecting them, he spots a pulley nailed in place, ‘and I’m beat up enough as it is!’ Nailed, but into wood, this shoddy system is probably the most breakable thing around them right now. Tensing his grip, he pulls straight down instead of out, hoping to splinter wood or loosen rusted bolts, ‘I can see your thinking.’ Luis widens his stance, holding in place, Leon turns to pull the weight, ‘Bet you’ve been in spots like this before.’ He can feel the man’s eyes observing him, analysing his movements, watching the gears turn in his head. Clenching his jaw and staring at the ground, he pulls again, no give, ‘My guess… you’re here looking for someone?’ Again, no give, ‘One more guess. Maybe… some missing señorita?’ Luis has information. Leon stops his ever-turning mind to now focus on the man, if he knows about Ashley, there must be more. He must be involved somehow.

‘A young girl?’ He uses their bindings to pull the man closer, lifting his feet lightly off of the ground. Restraining his movement, but controlling his own. Luis’ arms hoist into the air and Leon gets into his face, he can’t help but notice he smells of gardenias and cigarettes, ‘Talk. Now.’

Luis grimaces, writhing against his confinement, ‘Alright.’ Leon scowls, he looks into his eyes intently. There was a mere in between them, he could feel his breath on his face. ‘See, heard chatter about moving a señorita.’ He breathes, Leon doesn’t let go.

‘Moving her? Where?’

‘But later, saw some men dragging someone to the old church.’ He pauses, and thinks, envisioning the layout of the village in his mind, where he saw the spire looming over the valley, ‘Eh, think you can let me down now? I don’t know anything more.’

He loosens his grip and steps away, the exhaustion he’s been feeling creeps up on him again and he pinches the bridge of his nose. The soft patter of Luis’ pacing feet bring him back to the moment. Leon twists his head and their eyes meet again, different from the last time as Luis’ irises dart away, there’s a certain flush to his cheeks that wasn’t there before. He leans back against the resistance, biceps constricting, frustrated. Once again, he feels the wandering eyes of the man across from him. He took the chance to return the favour. Dressed in an intricately designed leather jacket woven with golden thread and jeans, both of which worn by grime and time. Pointed and scuffed boots. A (now off-) white shirt with the top few buttons undone, revealing a path of sparse umber chest hair. Luis notices how his gaze lingers a little too long there. His eyes move to trace the lines of his curved, lightly chapped lips. A smart mouth, Leon knows that all too well.

‘So, you some kind of special agent, Yanqui?’ He asks with a hitched eyebrow.

‘Why do you care?’ Leon tugs the chain.

‘Oye, ease it, cowboy,’ Luis steps forward, ‘With your “interrogation tactics” and your…’ Canvassing eyes again, ‘...build, I thought you’d have to be. Besides, what else would you be doing here?’

He rolls his eyes, ‘Came for the sights, obviously.’ Nodding his head toward him. In return, he smirks and takes another step closer, this time not coerced by bindings.

‘Oh yeah?’ He breathes, ‘Need a tour guide?’ A tongue pokes out from behind his teeth to lick his bottom lip, ‘Could show you things you’ve never seen before.’ He whispers, Leon feels a shiver flow across his skin.

Leaning his face next to the man’s ear, he replies, ‘Don’t think I need any strays slowing me down, thanks.’ He pulls back, though not far, their noses are almost touching, blue eyes baring into Luis’ soul, ‘Plus, I’m doubtful.’ he teases.

Luis scoffs, ‘You’d be surprised.’ He tilts his head up, Leon stays perfectly still, his appetising lips a mere millimetre from his own. They held there for a moment, being in each other’s space, breathing each other’s air, Leon could feel a scratch from the stubble on his chin. Then he fell back, retreated, swinging slightly on the chain, ‘And slowing you down? Hate to break it to you, Sancho, but it seems we’re gonna be here a while.’

Leon arches an eyebrow and smiles, wrapping the metal around the palm of his right hand, slowly raising it to the air and swiftly tugging straight down. Muscles in his shoulder and bicep bulge. The wood splinters, and the wheel collapses to the ground. The chain clatters. Luis is lifted to the tips of his toes and he stumbles backwards, swallowing dryly. Now they have more of their mobility back, but they are still tethered together. Leon begins to wind the chain up between them.

‘Good work, agent, but we’re still locked in here.’ He praises.

‘I’ll find a way.’

‘I’m sure you will,’ Luis watches with arched eyebrows, ‘Don’t you think you deserve a break, though?’

Leon’s face screws up, criticising his words, ‘No.’ he lies. He is tired, sore and running low on ammo. He is in dire need of a plan and resources. None of which he can garner locked in this room. Cursing himself in his mind for letting someone get the drop on him. He checked the room, how did he not hear them enter? Now he’s off the beaten path, was passed out for who knows how long, and Ashley is being dragged further into this nightmare. He thinks harder, trying to remember his surroundings before he was caught, he had jumped into some sort of dug out tunnel. Coated in muck and rotten wood crates, there was a large burlap sack on the ground he opened… Luis was the one in that bag. That’s why his rugged face invited a sense of deja vu, in the few seconds before something was smashed into his skull, he was taken aback by the warm eyes of the Spaniard. He had lost composure, for a split second, but that’s all it takes. Leon swallows his embarrassment and turns his face away from him. Tugging the chain and the man attached, he walks over to the door and puts all his weight on his right leg before lunging his left forward, slamming into the iron bars. He does it again, and again, and again. It doesn’t budge, ‘Jesus Christ! How is everything in this place rusty except this fucking lock?’ He yells.

‘Chill out, soldier, you’re not going to find a way out when you’re fretting like that.’ He pauses, realising Luis is right, he should try and declutter his mind, he needs to think clearer. There’s a pull on his wrists and he feels his feet being led away from the door, ‘Besides, you don’t want that pretty voice of yours alerting any company that we’re conscious, do you?’

Stepping slowly, allowing himself to be drawn, ‘No. It’s better if they’re unaware.’ He mumbles. Luis lures him further, turning and edging him further towards the cracked walls that stood behind him. He feels him in his space, pressure building in the air between them, his heart pounds harder than the ache in his head. Every fibre of his body tenses, his skin his only armour. There’s a part of him that wants to push him and run, yet there’s a part of him that wants to step down. Luis’ gaze is full of intent, but none of it malicious. Leon hasn’t seen that look in a long time. The cold concrete presses into his back and a hand lands on the outside of his thigh.

‘Now tell me, Yanqui, when was the last time you let yourself relax?’ His gravelly voice echoed, and Leon gulped. He hadn’t really, at all, in the past 6 years. A fling or two on his day off, maybe, but he can’t think of a single instance since his arrival at Raccoon City where he has let his guard down. Yet, this man, whom he doesn’t know, has seemed to shatter this barrier with his words and a single touch. Luis leans his head into the crook of his neck, the heat of his breath causing his hair to stand on end, ‘I think it has been a long time for you, sweet agent, and I believe you deserve to recuperate.’

Leon takes a shuddering breath in, and a slow breath out, before gripping his large hands onto the links rested on his thigh. He threw their hands upwards, veering him around, trading their places. Luis bared his white teeth and chuckled nervously, seemingly no longer able to read the process going on in the agents’ mind. Wandering hands pinned above him, chain swinging like a pendulum between their faces. He stared at him through his heavy brow, their foreheads parallel to each other, and snarled, before crashing their lips together.

It’s a shock to them both, a pleasant one. Leon lets go of his fear and anger and repression for a moment and takes what he really wants. It’s rough and ragged; Luis tastes like sweat and dirt and musk – he was trapped in a bag before this. He immediately reciprocates, melting against his hold in Kennedy’s hands. Leon slowly relinquishes his grip, taking handfuls of the man’s waist instead. It isn’t long before he traces Luis’ bottom lip with his tongue, he simply groans in response, lowering his arms to hook onto his shoulders, rolling them once again so that Leon is back against the wall. They part for a moment, staring into each other, nothing but appetite. Tension is released, Leon looks with blown pupils, constricting his arms to bring the man closer. He engulfs his lips with his own. Messy, filthy, pure passion. Luis begins to grind against the thick thigh pressed between his legs. As he does, he grabs onto Leon’s hands and undoes their clutch on him, causing a quiet whine from the man as they are momentarily separated. He smiles, a growl in his throat, and leans against his ear once again, ‘Remember, cowboy, don’t want to alert the security.’ he says as he runs his delicate hands up his firm abdomen, the sides of his chest, under his arm pits and begins to push his brawny arms up above his head, ‘Your turn.’ he whispers, gripping tight onto the leathered wrists.

For once, Leon takes advantage and lets go. What’s the worst that could happen? He has a hidden weapon and stabs him? Unlikely, since they took all of their gear, and still survivable. Fuck it. He’s going to have a moment of solace in this fucked up case he’s been sent on. He lets Luis hold him, use him, whatever comes next.

Canines bite on his lower lip, the sensation causes a wave of static pleasure over his skin and he pushes his chin forward, longing for the taste again. Luis moves to kiss from the corner of his mouth, down his square jawline and across his neck. The feeling of his lips and tongue playing with his skin going straight to his dick. Leon groans coarsely.

‘I want to feel you,’ Luis growls, looking up into Leon’s blue eyes, ‘Your hands stay there, got it?’ His face pleading, he nods. His hands trace down the path they just travelled, landing at the hem of his shirt and digging under. Soft, dirty hands caress the bulky muscle across his torso, Luis curses in Spanish under his breath and Leon bites his lip. Every touch from him is a shock of electricity, causing fizzes of numbness under his skin. Leon fights to keep his hands above him, wrenching them apart and feeling the metal score his wrists. The burning in his arms welcome this time as it just added to whatever the Spaniard was doing with him.

Luis undoes the belt and buttons around his cargo pants, palming Leon’s hard cock through his boxer-briefs. A hitched moan brews behind his teeth as he keeps rubbing, toying with him through the fabric before taking him out of it. He smiles hungrily and holds out his hand, ‘Spit.’ he commands. Leon is told what to do all the time, but the way Luis instructs him is different. It’s harsh and tender, like a soft touch soothing stinging skin. He swills his tongue around his mouth and spits into his palm, he gets unabashedly excited over Leon obeying. The moistened hand touches his aching erection, motion causing such relief. A thumb runs over his tip, then continues up and down the shaft. Losing himself in the moment, forgetting all about the mission, only thinking of his own desire and feeling in this dark, dusty room. A man in front of him giving him pleasure and attention and care he hasn’t had in years. There are no monsters here, and for once his shoulders feel empty.

Lips are on his again, their tongues easily dance together as if rehearsed, anticipated. There’s a brief pause in the strokes of Luis’ hand as he undoes his jeans, presenting himself freely. Leon wants nothing more than to touch, but he said his hands would stay put. The man sticks his tongue out, a thick glob of saliva gathered on the tip, he lets it drop to his palm, re-wetting it. He then deliberately licks Leon’s lips before resuming their kiss, all while he grips both of their cocks in his hands. Stroking and twisting his hand over the both of them, Leon surrenders, eyes closed, his moans a direct juxtaposition to the coarseness of his speaking voice, ‘Such a good boy, Leon. So beautiful.’ His name sounds so delicious coming from him, Luis smirks, keeping a steady rhythm as he begins bucking his hips, thrusting his dick into his hand and by extension Leon’s own. He feels that ache in his biceps, his fatigue just making him more sensitive. A whine escapes his throat as he tries his hardest to keep his hands in the air, he watches Luis’ face flush red, ‘F-fuck, Sancho, you feel too good.’ He smiles to himself in satisfaction, and as if to get back at him, the man leans forward, lightly pecking his lips and cheek before biting onto the pale flesh of his neck. Immediately after, he licks and kisses the skin softly, raising more blood to the surface. He gets a fluttering in his chest and a fog in his mind as his orgasm builds. The tempo increases, Leon rolls his hips and twists the metal on his wrists. Slightly moving the position of them, he is able to gather the blonde hair rested over his forehead, needing something to grip onto. He leans his head back against the wall and lets out a breathy moan listening to the small pants and whispers coming from Luis, who looks up to see heavily lidded blue eyes watching him through long eyelashes and rosy skin plastered across a face of true relaxation. Leon’s broad chest and thick arms loomed over him and the heat and want and lust in those irises seem to send him over the edge, ‘S-shit, Yanqui.’ he groans and bites his lip and steadies his hips. The constrained hand continues, and the sight of Luis’ bulging hard cock spurting cum over his own brought him to the same peak. Fingers tighten their grip on the blonde locks, muscles in his legs spasm, and he returns the favour. The liquid becoming lubricant for them whilst they ride through the aftershocks together.

Squeezing one last stroke out of them, he brings the filthy hand to his mouth and licks the remnants off of it, grinning. Leon breaks his arms from their position and grabs the sides of his face, colliding their lips together once more. Their lips play together, coming down from their high with a still taste of intimacy. Luis’ hands roam his torso, tracing the lines of definition under his shirt.

Leon pulls back, resting, chest heaving, against the wall. His lips puffy and red, his eyes less tired, and a genuine small smile on his face. They each tuck themselves back into their clothes, all while maintaining heavy eye contact. Able to catch their breath, Leon feels his mind turn back to the task at hand, a locked door and a chain.

Luis’ eyes wander Leon’s frame once more, ‘Hanging with you? Not healthy-’ He scoffs with a smirk, but his ears hear something more. A click. Footsteps. Behind Luis. And the stench of putrid flesh. The hairs on the back of his neck stand alert and he grabs the chain in his palms and rips, tugging Luis to the ground, but away from a swinging axe blade aimed straight for his skull. He rolls and the axe comes down again, missing as he hops to his feet. Leon gathers the links and commands his partner with his gaze, as it raises its arm to strike again, they launch the metal at its diseased, gnashing face. The cartilage in its nose crushes and he stumbles backwards, giving just enough time for Leon to cast the chain around its throat. The creature grasps at the bindings and the two men pull it taught. Just like they had when breaking the pulley. Sharp steel swings, searching for anything to slash, but it is forced to one spot. Leon sees they need more force, and so he twists, forcing it towards the ground before wrapping his leg around and using his knee to transfer his body weight to its neck. There’s a loud crack and the axe goes limp, along with the body.

Luis scrambles while Leon untangles himself. He turns to see the man with wrists free, walking backwards, a key in his hand, ‘Hey! We’re not done here!’ he yells, and he just smiles. Legs lunge to bound after him, but are stopped with the dead weight now attached.

‘Later, Amigo.’ Luis taunts as he throws the key across the room.

Eyes rolling, he finally unclasps the handcuffs, skin just under the leather gloves red and raw. He got distracted and deviated. That had never happened before. He doesn’t know whether he regretted it or not, that was something to decide another day. Frisking his pockets, he notices that they’re all empty, ‘Shit. They took my gear.’ he mumbles to himself, just another problem today. Sadly, this one is less attractive.