#luis serra angst

[messenger-of-babel]

Ten Seconds

Summary: In ten seconds Luis Serra made your world change forever. (Luis Serra x reader)

Word Count: 1.9K

Notes: Omg so rushed I'm sorry today- drowning in work atm so early post. There's some smoking and coarse language involved, some character death. Other than that, enjoy! Reminder to take care of your bodies and your mental health as well. RiRi~ xx

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Ten seconds is all it takes for your world to be changed forever.

One moment your pulse is thudding against your skin, blood rushing in your ears from the adrenaline. Despite the situation there was a reflexive smile on your lips; who knew that riding a mine cart like that could be so fun? Your eyes met Leon's, the other agent you were assigned to, and he chuckled at your flushed expression before shaking his head softly.

"Don't get used to it. Not all missions are a literal roller coaster ride."

Your eyes flitted ahead to the Spaniard, the flirtatious man who you'd slowly taken a liking to. You'd both encountered him while exploring down near the lakeside, finding him tied up in a sack within the cellar. Despite the situation he'd asked for a smoke, stunning both of you. What was more outrageous was the fact that you reached into your vest and pulled out one, sliding it between his lips while Leon gave you a deadpan stare.

"What?" you had grumbled, catching Leon's side eye. "I was trying to quit anyways, they were just in case." you nonchalantly shrugged, hands busying themselves with the rope once more. Leon just rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Why am I not surprised?" he asked groaned under his breath. You had a snappy retort prepared on the tip of your tongue as usual, but the absolute unit of a pastor behind you took you by surprise before the words could even get a chance to form. The last thing you heard was the Spaniard yelling at Leon to move while you were already flying through the air, head colliding with the stone wall of the cellar and leaving you motionless on the ground.

When you had come to you three had been chained together, an ordeal in itself. The two men in front of you loved nothing more than to bicker, hardly noticing the villager that had come to check on you until you had already jumped him, wrapping your legs around his neck until his neck till he passed out. "Pay attention next time!" you had snapped, uncurling your legs from around the body and raising to shaky feet. You huffed; breathing quickened from suddenly jumping into action.

That was when you had met the eyes of Luis Serra.

His eyes were as warm as they were endless, melted pools of amber that flickered in the low light. He cast you a charming grin, a smile that slunk around the corners of his grip like a stray cat. It was in that moment he took the key from your hands in a moment before you could react, face coming so close to yours that you could feel his breath ghosting across your lips. As your breathing hitched he pulled away, his chains clattering to the floor. "Lo siento," he spoke, voice floating with a low timbre that suited him so well. "We'll have to meet up later, eh?" he chuckled, sending a playful wave and throwing the key into a corner of the room as he exited the basement.

You turn, lining yourself up in front of the scowl Leon is sending your way. You shrug. "Hey, you would have been distracted as well." you try to defend, making your partner just shakes his head and head to the direction of the key. "Hey, he might not be that bad!" you protest as he pushes past, making him scoff. "He might grow on you."

And that he did.

He might have grown on you more than Leon, who was starting to feel like a chaperone to cheesy play dates. Leon had tried to make a passing comment about it, clearly perturbed by your lack of guard around the strange man, even going as far as to make jabs at your potential infatuation. He had however, shut up promptly when you caught sight of Ada and his breathless expression. You took great pleasure in reminding him that while you were his partner, he was still the bigger hypocrite between you both.

Hunnigan was working on a more comprehensive background check of the man known as Luis Serra, but he had already helped you out a couple of times. You couldn't deny that he had helped you find Ashley and get her out of that church. Not only that, but he had given you a potential cure for the things festering in your chest and that was almost as reliving as anything. While Leon had been able to see your slow infatuation with each other, spotting the longing glances when you thought the other wants looking, or the yearning touches that lasted a little too long, he had grown on your partner as well. Slowly they had gotten used to each other's presence, although the bickering was consistent. So, while you watched them walk ahead after the escape you had all taken though the mines, you couldn't help but think how much they had begun acting like brothers.

That was until those warm eyes you were falling for so fast widened a fraction as they met yours, Luis in the middle of spinning around with his arms splayed out. When he opened his mouth but there was no grin or wise crack, your hands moved on instinct. You knew it wasn’t ok.

And you were right as Luis collapsed only a moment later, your gun already raised and pointed at the broad-shouldered blonde man. With trained reflexes he dodges the bullet you send his way, while Luis lunges his way.

You can hear the noise of the skirmish behind you, and the voice in your head tells you to not let your guard down, that you should be more aware of your surroundings. Despite its calling you can't make yourself do that, the edges of your vision blurry and noises that aren't Luis falling into a muffled cloud. "Oh my god..." you whisper, keeping one hand on his chest and the other pressed firmly against the wound in his back. you sit him up, and the Spaniard coughs weakly, blood lining the inside of his lips. "Spoke to soon about being free, eh?" he chuckles, but it turns into a cough. You shake your head at his response.

"Shhhh, Shhhhhh. Try not to speak." you plead, not trusting your voice. Your hand on his back is tacky with his blood, the crimson liquid seeping into the crevices of your nails.

Luis just raises a weak hand to your shoulder, tracing the path from your arm, up your neck, to finally cup your face. "I don't think so, cariño." he says softly. "Not when I have so much to say." he jokes, but the light in his eyes is beginning to cloud with a slight panic. "I wanted to be good." he murmurs after a tense moment. "I wanted to be-" he wheezes, eyes screwing shut. "I wanted to be a changed man. But now," his free hand gestures weakly in his lap. "I don't know if that's even something possible. For someone like me, I mean."

tears flutter onto your lashes, and you blink them away. "You've changed, Luis." you sooth softly, voice becoming breathy. "You have, I've seen you, Leon's seen you, and so has Ashley. You're a good man."

he smiles weakly at that, cheshire grin creeping weakly at his lips again. "Oi, I dreamed of you saying that to me, you know." he says, his eyes flickering to yours nervously. "But you should help Leon," he stresses. "He needs help, now more than ever."

"Not as much as you. Stop trying to be a hero." you say, and your lips do tremble this time.

"Aye, but then what kind of knight would I be?" he hums, the mirth you had come to adore twinging his lips. "Everyone knows that Don Quixote needs to save the day."

"And Don Quixote needs to focus on staying alive." you grit out, a frustrated cry coming from your mouth as you fail to staunch the bleeding. He smiles at your warm attempt, his other hand coming up to softly grip your hand on his chest. "You have a princess to rescue. You need to carry on as Don Quixote for me, okay? Someone needs to keep sancho in line." he coughs again. "Just..." he takes a raspy breath, the noise grating against your ears. "Give me one thing, I want to check something..." he murmurs and you nod.

What happens next takes the wind out of you in surprise. Despite his struggle for energy, he manages to lean himself forward, eyes fluttering closed as he kisses you softly. He holds it for a brief second before pulling away, the hints of a genuine smile ghosting his lips. You stare at him wide eyed as he leans against the cavern, cheeks heating up.

"Knew it." he murmurs, gaze now lidded as he looks at you. His face has paled, movement sluggish as he slips further and further away. "You didn't quit smoking." he hums, meeting your gaze. The situation is so insane you can’t help but laugh out of stress, hand coming to your lips.

"You can tell?"

he nods. "I can taste it." he whispers out, body slouching. You try to press harder on his wound, but he waves his hand to dismiss you.

"I'm about to go anyways." he murmurs. "I'd rather you keep me company than trying to save a dead man."

He weakly pats the ground next to him, and it feels like your heart is being torn from your chest. With shaky legs you curl next to him, tears tracing down your cheeks. He immediately drops his head to your shoulder, and you force your eyes to stare straight forward. you weren’t sure if you could keep it together if you looked at him, looked at the red that was staining his lips.

You wished that you could taste him in that kiss, instead of the blood.

Wordlessly you pull a cigarette from your vest, slotting it between his lips again and holding out a light with a cupped hand. Once his is lit you bite down on a stick yourself, end soon burning with those amber sparks and relaxation flooding your veins. You could see Leon approaching as fast as he could, battle finished. The son of a bitch Leon had been fighting had gotten away, scuttling back into the darkness where he belonged. You don’t register Leon calling to you or Luis, only able to look at your partner with heartbroken eyes as he closed in.

"Amour?" Luis whispers softly, hand seeking yours out and intertwining your fingers. You tilt your head down to look at him. He has turned his face into your shoulder, soft locks tickling the skin of his neck. "Can people change?" he whispers weakly around the cigarette.

"Of course they can." you whisper back, squeezing his hand softly. “Just…Shhh. Go…go to sleep now.” Your murmur with a cracked voice.

But he doesn’t hear you, cigarette falling from his lips into your lap and his eyes dulling like its snuffed embers. Leon's boots thud into your hazy view, the blur from the tunnel vision replaced with the dey gaze through your tears. Leon's heart falters seeing the distraught expression on your face and the way Luis body is curled next to yours for comfort.

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

You were all supposed to get out, but within ten seconds, he was gone.

[anininas]

Great heavens above they are gay

[gnawingonleonsbicep]

Do you think Leon ever sees a figure in a crowd that looks just a little too familiar? A tall frame, a head of dark, wavy hair..

And he just feels this tinge of hope. The smallest sense of excitement growing in his chest. Brief ‘what if?’s racing through his thoughts, a heavy ache growing in his heart. Not cause he felt any sorrow, no. That wasn’t it. Not yet, at least.

His heart ached with the denial-laced optimism that ran through him. An uncharacteristic feeling for the agent; he’d been dragged through hell and back, seen things the average civilian could only imagine. Whatever optimistic outlook he had on life was buried in Raccoon City, alongside himself.

Though that optimism only lasted for a fleeting moment, swept away in the afternoon breeze. Because he knew what happened back in Spain, he saw what happened — saw him take his last breath.

It couldn’t be him. After all, the dead don’t typically walk so casually amongst the living.

Do you think Leon ever spends the following evening ruminating? Do you think he thinks about those ‘what if’s? Do you think he regrets not saying his final words to Luis sooner? That he was already gone by the time he did?

Do you think he had to take a moment during his debriefing? That his eyes stung and his throat starting closing up as he spoke? A dull pang growing behind his eyes?

Do you think he spent the free time he had after he returned from Spain to process everything? That he could finally experience whatever grief he felt after suppressing it for the sake of the mission? Do you think he mourns what could’ve been if they had more time? How their bond and relationship could’ve grown?

Do you think he ever wishes it was him that died that day instead? That he carries some sense of guilt because he couldn’t save him? Because he couldn’t save someone again?

[magda-kb]

Serennedyweek2025 🍂

The week has flown by so much faster than I imagined...

Here is the complete collection of my ao3 contribution:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64289443

[desired-misery]

Serennedy Week 2025: Day 04 1998

[Day 01] [Day 02] [Day 03] [Day 05] [Day 06] [Day 07]

It was too easy, slipping into this something-relationship with Leon. Which is why Luis had to ask, had to makes sure Leon knew—

Because why does Luis get to have this? These dates (that Leon finally understands are dates, after a very sheepish conversation that made Luis laugh so long it twinged his back), the time Leon spends at Luis' apartment (Leon doesn't want Luis over at his, says it's not— the word Leon stumbles over and never quite gets out is 'secure' or 'safe', which is both concerning and yet Leon clearly doesn't want to say that but he has strong feelings about it, so Luis lets him have that, as he lets Leon avoid answers to questions that have much to do about much of the work he does), every moment that Luis wants to hoard with his chest— he doesn't deserve it— at the very least, Leon needs to know. He has to know, because Luis is lying to him by not telling him—

But when Luis corners his cowardly heart into admitting what he did, what he's done, Leon looks at him like Luis is speaking in tongues. Luis believes it is shock, thinks that Leon isn't grasping the scope of it, the magnitude—

Until Leon raises an eyebrow— in a similar way he does when he is making a particularly heinously terrible joke that is intended to get a groan instead of a laugh— and says he knows. But he can't. He can't possibly know the extent of it. Luis tries over a dozen times to explain, but Leon is not getting it. He isn't getting it—

Leon is way too patient, way too calm even though he keeps interrupting to say that he knows. And it seems true, nothing Luis has said yet has surprised him, but he has seen Leon, he knows Leon well enough to know that Leon is infuriatingly good at keeping himself non-reactive when he thinks he needs to stay blank and empty and observant. But the emotion that finally bleeds out of Leon is not disgust or horror, it's annoyance. After Luis tries yet again to get Leon to understand—

"I know about it, Luis," Leon says— frowning. "Raccoon City was—"

"They wiped a city of the map! They bombed it! All those people—"

"I know, Luis! I was—" There again Leon stops like something is physically forcing his mouth shut. He takes a ragged breath. "I have security clearance for those files, I've seen it, Luis, I know."

Luis shakes his head. Leon shouldn't be this calm, this accepting. "What happened to Raccoon City was horrible—"

While Leon's expression twisting into a snarl is what Luis had thought he had braced himself against, it still hurts.

But instead of what Leon is supposed to say, he snaps, "What do you want from me, Luis?! To yell at you?"

Luis, stumbling over the lurch in his chest because that is the very least he deserves— he deserves the heat of shame and heavy guilt. "If that's what you want, yes—"

And all the anger fizzles out of Leon, leaving that dullness that Luis used to think was stoicism, when he suddenly realizes is exhaustion. Resigned, helpless exhaustion.

"What good would that do?" Leon asks, way too softly. "It won't change anything."

Luis flinches. It won't. It could never— "I contributed to that, Leon, I was a part of that—"

Leon's mouth twists again. He leans over the counter that Luis had been keeping as a barrier between them as if that could keep his heart from breaking— except Leon isn't acting like he should, he isn't casting Luis away or damning him like Luis deserves to be— to duck his head to make sure Luis cannot avoid his gaze. So that Luis cannot misconstrue his expression, so that his words are clear and land heavier than punches.

"People change," Leon says, eyes burning. "Right?"

Valdelobos is right there as a very clear example that he didn't, he didn't change at all— too little, too late. But Luis cannot say that because he wants to— God, please, he wants to.

[ann1-wr1tes]

ℝ𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝔼𝕧𝕚𝕝 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

ʟᴇᴏɴ ᴋᴇɴɴᴇᴅʏ

° You came? You called...

° You came? You called... (part 2)

°Catch these hands!

°Save a Horse, ride a Cowboy

°Babydoll, you need some Rock n' Roll!

°Tiring exams

°Personal Secretary~

°NSFW Alphabet

》 ʟᴜɪ��� ꜱᴇʀʀᴀ

°NSFW Alphabet

》 ᴀꜱʜʟᴇʏ ɢʀᴀʜᴀᴍ

°𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚎𝚝...𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐?

》 ᴄʜʀɪꜱ ʀᴇᴅꜰɪᴇʟᴅ

°With a s/o who accidentally makes creepy puppets hc's

》 ᴄʟᴀɪʀᴇ ʀᴇᴅꜰɪᴇʟᴅ

°𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚎𝚝...𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐?

》 ᴊɪʟʟ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ

°Too tight?

》 ᴀᴅᴀ ᴡᴏɴɢ

°𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚎𝚝...𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐?

》 ᴄᴀʀʟᴏꜱ ᴏʟɪᴠᴇʀᴀ

°𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚎𝚝...𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐?

[toomuchformaik]

“It was a short time for us to be together, many emotions were involved in your adventure. Yes, yours. I was not Don Quixote who saves Princess Dulcinea, it was you. I wanted to be the protagonist, to correct my mistakes and face my fears by helping you and Ashley. I want to believe that I did it, I'm sorry I wasn't there. People can change, right? Thanks for everything, Leon.”

- Luis Serra Navarro.

im crying, i dont believe i wrote this

[wisecrackingeric-2]

Serennedy Pride Week day four- T4T!!!!!

T4T SERENNEDY GETS ME SO EMOTIONAL I LOVE THEM SM OUGH,,,,, also t-gel is underrated that’s my hot take

[aspenmissing]

ʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

☆ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ | ❋ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ | ✧ꜱᴘɪᴄʏ | ​ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ

ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ || ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ɢᴀᴍᴇꜱ

𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚂. 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍𝚢

ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅꜱ ❋(ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ) ☆ (ᴘʀᴇ-ʀᴇ2)

𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚕 𝙷𝚎𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚐

𝙰𝚕𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝙳𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞

𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝙾𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚊

𝙻𝚞𝚒𝚜 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚊

𝙹𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎

𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚁𝚎𝚍𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍

𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜

[anj3llyf1sh]

resident evil…

writes for: leon kennedy, chris redfield (re7 + 8), karl heisenberg, alcina dimitrescu, all dimitrescu sisters, donna beneviento

tba: luis serra, ada wong, carlos oliveira, jill valentine, claire redfield, ethan winters, mia winters

[messenger-of-babel]

With You Again

Summary: Luis made you a promise, and that was that he would come back no matter what. (Luis x reader)

Word Count: 2.8K

Notes: I 👏 LOVE 👏 LUIS. I was so excited to get a chance to write for him so I hope I did him justice. Warning for potentially incorrect Spanish? I checked twice to be sure, and it's basics, but please please let me know if something's off. Minor language.

Ahhh Luis how I miss you TT.

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Luis Serra had always been an enigma of a man.

You couldn't fault that, after all it is what drew you to him in the first place. Sure, maybe it had started out with the intentions of being a one-night stand, a mere hookup. You mean, who could resist the way he looked bathed in the dim lighting of the bar, one arm thrown over the back of the bar stool, other hand tapping the table twice as he asked for a refill. The way that his eyes caught your gaze, sizing you up like prey, causing a charming grin to flash your way.

Sure, that is what had brought you in, but that's not what made you stay.

You stayed because you didn’t realise how warm those arms could keep you at night until you had slept in them. You didn’t realise how soft those fingers against the table could be until he was running them through your hair while you watched TV on your couch, massaging your scalp softly after a long day. His eyes may gleam like a predator, but after the moonlight's gone they soften like an unfurling cat, warm and comforting. The way the smile that screamed 'mistake' could melt into a soft grin when he laughed.

However, for all of his soft edges, there was still a cold shadow that clung to him. You could see it in the way his eyes clouded over on nights you'd been having a few too many glasses of wine, his gaze cast out the window. The tense purse of his lips when you asked him to share about his day at work, the anxious chuckle and flirtatious direction when you asked about his family.

"You want to know more about me, eh cariño?" he'd chuckle, pet name rolling off his tongue like honey. "I'm flattered."

He'd tell you the barest of bones, times about living with his grandfather in a rural village back in Spain. You hadn't pushed when you came up against his resistance. People had skeletons in their closet, that much was to be expected. You just couldn't help the gnaw of worry that dared to ask how many you'd count if you opened that door.

That was the way you ran your relationship, and for one whole year it worked fine. He'd go to work, a small university science lab he had signed up for. Apparently, he had some big wig science gig before meeting you, but he said he wanted something smaller, something less stressful.

"Needed a change of pace." he said to you over breakfast one day, but his jaw was tensed and his eyes flickered back to his food after only a moment.

So, when you came back home one night, you had expected him to still be holed up on the other side of the city. What you hadn't expected was the form of your boyfriend, half-dressed pulling your apartment to shreds. As you walked into the carnage of the living room, a pang of fear springs into your lungs when you see his shirtless form changing into new clothes, his body language anxious and wound. A brief second passes and your mind can only assume that he's cheating, why else would he be in a rush half naked? However, when his eyes meet yours, they're clouded in a different kind of guilt.

"Mi Vida." he greets softly, hands still busying themselves but eyes softening the way they only do for you. Your mouth moves silently as you scan the overturned couch, books thrown over the rug. "What the hell is going on?" you breathe out, eyebrows pinching together. Luis comes in front of you, grabbing your arms softly and sliding his hands up till he grips your wrists. His warm hands cover your own in a single motion, rough callouses of his thumbs pressing into the soft centre of your palms. "Lo siento," he murmurs, bringing his face closer to yours. You can't help the way that blood rushes to your ears, and your breath comes out in soft exhales, warm against his lips. "I didn't want you to worry. I didn't think you were going to be back so soon."'

"Well, I was." you say back softly. "And too late, I'm incredibly concerned."

His lips twitch into a small smile, the candle of mirth in his eyes sputtering weakly. "You care too much about a man like me, cariño." he says softly, tone warm.

 "I care just enough." you defend. "Now tell me what is going on."

He dips his head forward, kissing you briefly as he pulls away. "One for the road." he says, eyes sad despite the smile he sends your way. Your blood freezes. Maybe you would you have done better to catch him cheating.

"Are we breaking up?" you ask, incredulous and voice on the rise. "Are you leaving?"

He's still scavenging things to throw into a duffel bag on your coffee table, flipping through books. "I'm not cheating." he says firmly, eyes meeting yours. "Never that. So don't mistake it. But..." he says quieter as he shoves a paperclipped stack of folders into the bag. "I do have to go."

The zipper squeals as he slides it harshly, throwing his eyes to the bedroom before back to you. He sighs. "Mi Vida, I…I'm not as good of a person as you think I am." he murmurs softly. "There's things you don't know about me, things that would make you run for the hills faster than I could catch you."

His eyes look up to meet yours, searching. "But you make me want to be better, no- you make me better, cariño." he says, voice growing in passion. You come around to stand back in from of him, determined. "Then tell me. Tell me what's going on, I can help."

He shakes his head. "I'm doing this for you. I'm doing this for all the people I've hurt. I would never be able to forgive myself if something happened. Let’s just say I, uh, have some loose ends to tie up." he says, hand on your shoulder. "Things back home that I have to fix."

"Back home like…your village back home?" you ask curiously. He winces at that but eventually nods.

"See, when I left, I didn't look back. I didn't leave in a very…favourable fashion let’s just say. But the people there are suffering or have suffered all because of me. Something I did." he says, tone heavy. "I can't…I can't just ignore it. I have to make it right. If I'm to be with you, I need to make it right." he says. There's conviction in his voice, his hand tightening slightly but not enough to hurt.

"Luis, you don't need to do anything." you reply, placing your hand delicately over his. He just shakes his head again, exhaling softly through his nose.

"Please," he says, voice quiet. "I want to be the man you deserve, cariño. I have to go back." he murmurs. The tone manages to bring tears to your eyes, and your do your best to not let them mist over.

"You make it sound like it's going to be dangerous." you chuckle, but there's no humour to it, smile falling a second later. "Oh, Luis," you breathe out. "Just what have you gotten into?" your fingers go up to trace his cheek, and he tilts his face into your open palm. He offers you a weak smile in return. "Nothing I can't handle." he says back in that flirtatious tone you love, making you roll your eyes. They land on the duffle bag, and your shoulders sag.

"You're really leaving huh?" you whisper, and he nods solemnly.

"Aye, cariño. I am." he confirms, stepping back from you. You feel like you should be screaming or crying, anything but the feeling in your chest. It’s warm but heavy, constricting your lungs. It doesn't feel real, like a thick blanket was cast over your emotions. You are only able to do one thing, which is a short nod. His eyes soften slightly as your dejected look reaches him. "It's not forever. Not if I can help it. I'm going to change." he reassures you.

You head into the bedroom silently, the decor faring little better than the living room. You wish you were able to conjure the voice within yourself to scream at him, tell him that you didn’t want him to change. That you wanted him to stay the same Luis who loved you all the same, who woke you up early in the morning with coffee and kept you up all night in bed. There's files and documents scattered about that you've never seen before, hidden around the apartment. The paintings, the pillows, the mattress, all hiding places now clearly revealed by him on his rampage. You step over all of it, instead heading to check something at the bottom of the closet.

Luis comes to stand by the doorframe, now covered in a button up that was draped on the back of the overturned couch. "Cariño?" he calls curiously, eyes worried and face pinched. As you open the closet you can see he hadn't found the box, and your shoulders drop in relief. You pull it out and stand back up, coming over to him. The wrapping is simple. A large, cream coloured box and lid, slightly dusty from sitting there for months.

"For you." you softly offer, holding it out for him. "It was for our anniversary next month. But if you're leaving…" your voice finally wobbles and the tears threaten to burn again. "You…you are coming back, right?" you ask, salty water slipping forth finally. He pulls you into a hug instantly, his heart breaking as he sees you struggle. "I will do everything I can to come home, cariño." he murmurs firmly. "Please know that."

He takes the box gingerly, eyes crinkling in the corners as he takes in your gift. He puts it on the bed and removes the lid, pushing the wrapping paper aside as he picks up your gift. He turns it over in his hands, lips parting in awe. "Mi Vida..." he says, a grin forming. "You've outdone yourself."

In his hands is an embossed leather jacket, colour gradient shifting in the low light. The embossed parts on the shoulders are a light golden colour, highlighting the filigree design that curls onto the back as well. Two sets of buckles and straps sit low so he can adjust it, and the collar is flat and neat.

"I got it custom made." you say softly, heart soaring as he tries it on and gestures with his arms.

"It fits like a glove," he smiles at you. "How do I look?"

A soft smile crosses your face as you come to him, smoothing the lapels down. "I think you look, incredibly, incredibly handsome." you beam. He makes a look of mock offence. "Only handsome? What about incredibly daring? overwhelmingly sexy, eh?" he teases, making you roll your eyes.

"Oh yes, I'm practically ripping my clothes off." you joke arms coming to rest on his shoulders as your arms circle his neck. His teeth flash dangerously as you say that. "Don't tempt me." he teases, ducking his head down to steal a kiss from you.

You slip a hand inside the pocket on the front, pulling out a piece of paper between your fingers. His eyes trace it as you flip it, showing him the photo of the two of you from your first date. He had taken you out dancing but one of your shoes had broken only a few hours into the night, so you had both ended up at his place downing a few bottles of wine over conversation. Your cheeks are flushed and eyes hazy with wine, glass still raised to your lips despite the smile you're wearing. He's got a lit cigarette trapped between his pointer and forefinger; eyes surprised as you snap the photo. Luis's eyes crinkle in warmth as he looks at it.

"You said you didn't any photo that night," he says, lips tilting upwards. "You little liar."

You shrug, patting the pocket you pulled it out of. "I wanted it to be a surprise. So, you could carry around a memory of us."

His hearts warms and he can't help but spin you around. "You really are too good to me," he murmurs into your hair, placing a kiss there.

"I wanted to get you something you'd actually wear. Something fitted and made with all the love I could put into it so it would be like a hug whenever you wore it. I added something too, it's not very good but…" you say, pulling up the collar to point out the wonky brand etched into the underside of it, pointing out the rough stitches of your initials together. "I wanted it to be able to hug you when I can't." you say softly. Luis's eyes mist up before they close softly.

"Te amo," he whispers. "Te amo mucho. I promise. I promise I'll come back. In some way or some form, I’ll be with you again." he slides the photo back into the jacket and pats the pocket. "After all, I got a piece of you with me now, eh?"

He spends the night with you, his hands refusing to be anything but intertwined with yours despite their penchant to wander. His lips brand across your skin like a starved man, his body committing yours to memory. He was gone in the next morning, apartment put back together as much as it could be and bed cold when you rolled over.

Days turned to weeks, weeks to months, and the anxious pit only grew. It made you stay up, looking to the door every night as if he'd come waltzing in, shit eating grin on his face and arms open and expectant.

One night when you do get the knock your heart leaps into our throat, forgoing the slippers in favour of dashing to the door. You open it with eagerness, pulse rapidly thumping in excitement to scold him. To chastise him for making you wait so long, for taking his sweet time away from you.

it isn't Luis.

It's a solemn looking man on your apartment doorstep, eyes cast down and fingers fiddling awkwardly with a piece of crumpled paper in his hands. The man clears his throat, and when he speaks you can pick up his American accent. "Is this the residence of Luis Serra?" he asks quietly, and your heart falls seeing the paper he now holds to eyesight. The paper with your address, written in Luis's familiar chicken scratch.

No.

No no no.

you shake your head in panic but collect yourself and eventually nod. "Yeah." you force out. "It is."

His face flickers with recognition, falling sadly. "I see." he says softly, before reaching for something in his pocket, pulling it out with a closed fist. He hovers it over your shaky one, and something cool drops into your trembling palm. Uncurling your fingers, tears drip down your nose as you recognise his silver rings, flecked with dark copper specks.

"He was my…my friend." the man starts, head bowed. "He saved us. We wouldn't have made it out without him."

You don’t hear the words, the subtext ringing in your mind.

He's dead. Luis Serra is dead.

You manage to stutter out a thank you, leaving the two of you in an awkward silence as he stands in the doorway. "I tried to get his jacket." the man softly says, straightening himself to leave. "He said he wanted to give you something of his, but he refused to take it off. He…he said he wanted to feel you with him when he went."

That’s enough to pull a sob from you, and the man looks away guiltily. "I'm so sorry for your loss." he murmurs, before he takes his leave and you shut the door, sliding down it. You cried into the rings clutched in your hands, shaking. You slipped them onto your fingers, the cool metal too big to sit properly. You clench your fists in a prayer, trying to control your breath. Your thumb rubs across the grooves of the metal, some patches worn from Luis carrying out the same motion.

Luis didn't come home.

but sitting on the floor of your apartment living room with tears down your cheeks, thumbs spinning his favourite rings, you remembered what he told you.

In some way or some form, I’ll be with you again.

You laugh with no joy, fingers digging into the metal. You only had his rings, but that was all you needed to know he was in the room with you.

[homicidal-mother]

"That character wouldn't say that!!!"

That's your opinion. However, I am fueled by the power of delusion and the need to fuck them. I do what I want and you can't stop me.

[gnawingonleonsbicep]

hello hello, based off of the newest ask about leon becoming obsessed with luis’s colors and jewelry, i may add my personal headcanon that leon found luis’s rings in his pockets after the mission (ada) and he wears them the exact way Luis wears them and he tends to rub them/fidget with them when he feels anxious/had a near death experience. I also think that he would buy a wedding band too and wear it as a necklace as a symbol of his perceived failure and lost love.

RAAAGHH I HATE (love) YOUR GENIUS UGH.

Piggybacking off of that, do you think Leon ever gets flowers on the date Luis died? Or that he has the date he met him engraved on something?

OH I HATE RHEM SO MUCH ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

[courtofparrots]

Serennedy Pride Week Day 8: Final Kiss

Ok I think I kind of got the hang of this now anyway surprise! Day 6 wasn’t my last after all lol I put my heart and soul into this bitch I’m going to sleep for 20 years

[eggo-tistical]

and that’s the worst part, isn’t it? never knowing.

whew! finally finished it! sorry it took longer than expected…

comic format inspired by the wonderful @aquarelacosmica

[alvivaarts]

So, since Leon in your mermaid AU is able to carry babies, what was his pregnancy or pregnancies like? Was it difficult?

Considering it's the default for his little species (the whole group of his pod including Ada, Jill, Chris, and his daughters fall into it!) it was pretty normal! Though, technically, his first. Things were actually pretty stable before some less-than-expected events happened. Needless to say, some things followed them from their former territory, and safe as their new waters are (and the watch of the humans researching them), merfolk still have to be wary of predators.

There was a brief scare with that a couple months before the due date, and Ada had to make the hard choice of actually trusting Luis -and a handful of his fellow researchers- to help. He was fine! Eventually.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

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