hi! Im @smokeburn, a writer and blogger! I love writing fanfiction about my favourite characters. My favourite videogames at the moment (and the ones im open about writing on!) are currently:
Resident evil
Detroit: become human
More to be added!
Some movies/shows im also interested writing about in the future/really like at the moment:
Okay, i wont even lie... its been a while. Im thinking of maybe rewriting the story a little bit, if not the last few chapters. Summer is right around the corner and ill probably update either this weekend or during next week. Lmk if you guys want another chapter sooner or a quality rewrite to set the story right and ill update the new chapter later. Love you all and thank you for the support! ;)
It's okay, I'll hold you - a Luis Serra Navarro x reader story
[Chapter 8 (i think). Anyway guys i actually uploaded? I know it isnt the weekend anymore but hey one day of waiting isn't too much, yeah...? Anyway this was written on my phone and thus probably has more gramatical errors then the spelling bee of a 10 year old trying to spell "gorgeous"... Anyway hope you guys enjoy even through its short!! I'll upload more once i pass all the important exams!!]
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There are no issues with the flight. No sudden attacks or a hidden umbrella agent. That isnt a concern. For now.
The moment you land, the pit in your stomach sinks further. Not only are you in a foreign land, but youre sweating already. Umbrella corp no doubt has people here, too. What are the chances you'll even survive another day? Probably somewhere a tiny bit above 0. You have to keep your chin high, though. A calm and focused mind will get you through it.
"Hey, [name]... " Luis looked at you as he sees the way your brows furrow in focus as you two walk through the airport, suitcases that contained your whole life now rolling behind you on plastic wheels.
You dont turn to Luis. A bad feeling suddenly overtakes you. A man looks at you too long. A woman in a flight attendant outfit waves you off for what seems like less of a way of greeting and more of an excuse to inspect you from head to toe. Any one of them could be hiding an alliance with Umbrella or something worse. Your brain hasnt even thought through the possibility of someone wanting information about umbrella until now. Is it worse to get into the hands of the corporation you left... Or in the hands of their enemies or competition? Hell no. There was no way in hell you'd ever let yourself get in a bad place again. All bad luck had to end with the life you left in America.
"[Name]." Luis now says, now a bit more stern. "... " He takes one good look at you, before deciding not to push for now. He was anxious enough already. Despite the bravado he usually exuded, he found himself at a loss when it came to this unusual arrangement. "Look. I'll handle it. I'll talk, if you want. Just... Dont let it get to you. We'll be okay. I managed to arrange with an... Old friend... That we stay with him. He has an extra house for guests and he is more then willing to give it to us." Luis looks forward as you managed to find the exit to the parking lot. Luis whistled, a taxi rolling up. The driver gave a flashy smile, probably already charging you for even the simple greeting. But you two got into the car anyway, having no other choice.
The drive was awkward at best, tense enough to thicken the air at worst. For what you've done in life, you wouldve expected something more. You havent even paid off your student loans yet. Ah, the simple struggles of going to work and paying bills. You find yourself missing what you took for granted. Missing something normal. Something real. Maybe you're missing the person you were. Naive and full of hope, thinking you could change your life simply by working hard. But thats the lie they feed everyone, isnt it? Hard work doesnt always get rewarded. They just force the stupid concept that high effort is equivalent to high reward so you'll be stuck in the same energy draining job for the rest of the pathetic life you lead without complaining, searching for that high reward. Well, fuck that. You worked harder then anyone else. A reward is what you deserve. And this? Running away from a now newly revealed bioterrorism corporation disguised as a pharmaceutical company? There is no way this is a reward.
Your hand suddenly feels warm. Another is placed atop. Its more of a gesture to calm you down from your angry and racing thoughts then anything else. "...Need a smoke break?" Luis offers, giving the only kind of smile he can manage right now - a knowing and sad one.
A nod settles the deal. Once youre out, youre both having a smoke. Like breadcrumbs in the German tale of Hansel and Gretel, you'll leave behind stubbed out cigarettes in your wake to remember the path that you once took on this oh so "great" journey.
The car ride is silent for the rest of the way, except for the radio which seems to play club music. You are not in the mood to party.
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The price the taxi driver gave you both was way over, as you expected. The man even gave you a wink. Who thought you could be attractive to a man after an almost 9 hour flight and with the messiest hairdo youve ever had? Not only that, but you reek of cigarettes and a cheap perfume you spritzed on yourself. The same one you used back as a teenager to try and cover up the smell. Yeah, it didnt help. Guess spanish men didnt mind the smell of cigs.
Luis pays, of course. He doesnt even complain. Cash. Credit cards could be traced. That would mean trouble. So now you're carying your entire bank account in 100 dollar bills. Benjamin Franklin has probably never been seen in such quantity before by either of you. But here he is, along with the pesetas Luis exchanged.
The taxi driver drives off with a whistle as Luis begins to walk and you follow.
"So... What's the plan?" You ask.
"We have to take a little hike, hermosa. But we will be there soon. Think you can handle it? I promise, we can both have a nice smoke once we've settled into the house" Luis says, knowing you must be tired and agitated without a smoke for so long under this kind of stress. He feels the same way.
"... Fine. But im opening up the expensive pack of cigs. Dont even think i wont. " A scoff leaves your mouth.
The tension subsides and turns more into worry. For each other? For the future? Who knows at this point. Its a mumbo jumbo of emotions.
But soon you see a sign. An old, rusted metal sign. You can barely read out what it says, but as soon as it clicks, you understand.
This weekend new proper post you guys. Either a one shot or a new chapter. Trying to balance work and social life rn so I can't promise it'll be my best work... But if I get the right playlist I might cook with the fanfic :')
Okay so I might've forgot to even write the next chapter properly and I've gotten super busy with work and school so I'll update when I can. Probably not this weekend as I'm scheduled for a really big event for a friend... But probably next weekend. Sorry if you guys waited for a new chapter, life got a little crazy recently. Anyway I won't ramble, hope you guys have the patience to keep up with my slow ass writing. I was also thinking of doing a oneshot since honestly the "no commitment to further writing the story" thing is what I need to get tf out of my art/writing block. Ill add a vote so you guys can decide, I wasn't lying when I said this shit would be interactive ;)
what to do, what to do?
i can wait for a new chapter
just do whatever you feel like
i would love a oneshot - writing for the characters i wrote in the pinned blog
I'll EXPLODE without another chapter (you wont, i promise)
This weekend I'll post a new chapter, maybe even longer or two chapters! Anyway, It's something to look forward to! xoxo, i hope you guys are doing good!
It's okay, I'll hold you - a Luis Serra Navarro x reader story
[chapter 7 - the world is deprived of Luis Serra, so now im here to feed your delusions. No, the hand holding isn't romantic yet, like i promised. Yes, a bit suggestive to what you both are feeling but i won't go back on my promise. I said i'd write slowburn and slowburn is what you'll get because Luis needs to suffer first (for the character arc, duh). Anyway the rewrite of this took a turn, so i went in the direction i wanted. I hope you guys like the angst and appreciate the fluff i will give you later on in the chapters.]
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You look out the window. The nicotine settled in your body. The gentle wind hits the car and in turn makes you relax into the leather seat you’ve been sitting in for the past few hours. Luis keeps his eyes on the road for the most part, though you catch him glancing over at you every now and then. Probably to check if you’re still awake. Trees move past your vision as the radio is turned up once more. The song is an attempt to break the silence, or unwanted thoughts that swirl in the head of your usually charming driver.
While you relax, the man that has taken the role of your chaperone is tense. He can feel his head start to hurt, his palms sweaty on the steering wheel. Damn, he must be nervous at the prospect of trying to outrun Umbrella. A shaky sigh escapes him. He needs to calm down, before he has to actually pull over again, this time because he’s the one who is silently fighting with his own head.
But he eventually calms himself down.
He can feel the warmth of the car. And the thought of going back to his hometown…
The warmth of the car transforms in his head into the vision of flame. Of a beloved house falling apart before his eyes. It transforms into the eyes of the surrounding villagers, people who stared on as the house burns into ash, along with it any hope of staying there.
Luis tries to shake off the anxiety. Shake off the bubbling sorrow of a house long past.
He’s running from the perfect life he built for years. He’s running from the laboratory of a corporation he could’ve only dreamed working for, to run right back to the very place that he barely escaped from. How is he supposed to stay calm? He’s angry. He wants to turn back time and force his younger self to choose some other place of work.
The realization that he once more unintentionally put someone and himself at risk makes him clench his teeth. Luis never wanted to hurt anyone. The prospect of helping someone who thought they were beyond help made him calm. Made the pain of loss easier on his mind. It was like a silent redemption for the wrongs he made. Umbrella was supposed to be that. A way to redeem him. To see the healthy patient and see what could’ve been so long ago. A happy patient, going back to their family. To a smart, eager and loving grandboy. The faces of potential people he thought he would help blurred into one familiar one – the older man, smiling at him. Putting up with his endless questions of the nature surrounding them. Carrying Luis to bed when he was crying and sick. Gently caressing his hair when he had a fever, promising the soup and medicine would help. The one person he mourned more then any “perfect life” he could’ve built for himself. His grandfather.
The sign to turn for the airport made Luis snap out of his head. Another shaky sigh. He hadn’t even noticed how much time had passed. Oh, well. Maybe it was for the best that they had already reached the airport. Even the passing thought of Spain was now tearing at his heart. They needed to escape. They needed to get to safety.
The airport had been pretty packed with people. Some waited for flights, others boarded off of planes from different parts of the world.
You held your bags, going to the check in. You weren’t exactly any sort of premium passengers in the company which your plane was from, so the line was a bit long. Meanwhile first class was already halfway across the room, luggage in hand as they held their heads high.
A sigh escaped you both. Who knew running from a secretly evil corporation would be so boring at times? You thought by now that Umbrella would probably send one of the guys that previously came to the office to take care of you both swiftly. But you waited until it was your turn. You gave the employee your passports, weighing your luggage. It was just a little above what it could be before you had to pay a fee, so you had to open it up and grab some things to fit into your backpack, while the entire line of people sighed behind you, impatient. Talk about awkward.
As soon as your big travel bag was on its way to the plane, it was time for a check in. Of course, it wouldn’t be easy for you two. Luis was selected for a random check. The airport guard searched him, before something beeped. Great. Just what you needed. Luis was in front of you in line, so you watched as the guard searched him top to bottom to find out if he was carrying anything illegal. He nodded over one of the other guards, who took his jacket. “Oye! Careful with that!” Luis hissed as they basically were ready to search every inch of him.
Luis was pulled to the side under the guise of “Interrogation and safety measures being implemented”. Your heart was racing. You passed the security check without trouble, but asked one of the guards where you could find your travel partner. The man pointed to a door. “He’ll be out soon, ma’am. You can wait for him or board the plane, depending the time of departure. Your choice.” He shrugged, before going back to doing his job.
The plastic red seat wasn’t comfortable for the 45 minutes that Luis was inside. You could hear yelling and you hoped to God Luis wasn’t being stupid and provoking anyone. Then, silence.
The door swung open, Luis stepping outside. He was still buckling his belt, getting it through the metal buckle and running a hand through his hair to pull it together, both the hair and himself. A scoff left his already clenched teeth and parted lips, before looking over at you. “..hey, you. Hope I didn’t keep you waiting for too long?” he manages a smile. “Apparently the staff can’t resist a good looking man like myself. They were a little too eager to search me. Didn’t even take me out to a steak dinner first, either.” That pulls a small smile onto your own face. “Oh, stop it Luis. We’ll miss our flight if you keep talking” you grab his hand, relieved they let him go without any sort of actual trouble.
“seems like they aren’t the only ones desperate for a little skin to skin contact, huh hermosa?” Luis teases, but squeezes your hand with his despite the lingering tension.
Everything seems to get better for a moment. Not only has your heart calmed down, but you find yourself even quite relaxed once you’re walking towards the plane to board it. The flight attendant smiled, asking for your tickets. You both keep your heads low, just in case.
All is good for a moment. In the plane, in the early hours of the morning, you find a moment to breathe properly.
“… [name], this will last around 8 hours. Here, I got you this. Totally worth the strip search.” Luis chuckles, pulling out a packet of alcohol. It was one of your favorite drinks, one which you could really use right now. You chugged the packet without much thinking, really needing a proper mind cleansing after the prospect of Luis being detained and you being stuck in the USA any longer.
The moment you look away, though… Something flickers through the eyes of the golden boy. The fact that there was no turning back now.. that he lost his position at Umbrella, that he was going back to Spain.
The fire flickers in the back of his mind, as you fall asleep 5 hours into the flight.
Luis gets up, going to the bathroom. His eyes flicker up to settle on his face, as if once more making sure that the reflection staring back is who he is now. He splashes some water on his face to calm down. He knows he needs to stay strong. There is no way he can know for sure you won’t completely freak out and leave him behind, once you realize… That he is the reason you’re now running.
You had no idea what would await you upon landing in Spain. Or that soon, the now distant city known as Racoon city was about to fall under the force of the virus you helped create.
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[Hope you enjoyed this one!! I actually rewrote it instead of just editing and i like how it turned out! Blame the playlists i have on the fact it's Luis Serra angst. Fuck it, im making him go through it. Also OMG do i love how Capcom made Leon and Grace in RE9. Someone HOLD ME BACK because that grumpy old man would've paired SO good with cocky Luis Serra. B-O-A-F! BOTH. I can take them both. Anyway thanks for coming to my ted talk]
P.S. Once summer is here, you guys better be ready for the amount of writing this bitch is gonna do. Better yet, don't let me anywhere near my phone or laptop if im drunk at 2am.
Hi everyone, I'll drop the new chapter tomorrow! It'll be quite exciting and it will set some things into place that I will continue to do with Luis and my other future projects. I like writing him a bit ooc because of the romantic aspects of the story. It's based mostly on fan made headcanons and my own vision for what he'd be like as a partner! Anyway I just need to tweak some things that I don't like and maybe rewrite a couple sentences, but it'll definitely drop tomorrow! I have currently other things to do so that's what I'll leave you with for now. Thank you for your votes and patience!
Hey everyone, thank you for the love and support on the last chapter! Chapter 7 will probably be releasing some time this week, as I've started writing it today! Just wanted to make sure the fic is a bit more interactive, so I'm letting you guys choose how the arrival at the airport and flight boarding goes for our two characters! Will you and Luis go through customs smoothly, board the plane and escape Umbrella?
How should the airport go?
Smoothly - just like any other proper flight
Minor trouble - something went wrong, mini heartattack, but they resolve it!
Umbrella are bastards - very much goes wrong, the entire plan goes to shit
All the other choices don't suit what I'd like to see (write in comments)
Voting ended onMar 13
The duration fo the poll is set for 3 days since the time i post this! So, I am leaving this up to you guys to decide for yourselves! Just a reminder that any interaction is checked and highly appreciated!
I will probably post on Friday or Saturday, depending on how my writing progress goes, but i won't promise anything in fear of it taking longer. Have a nice day and I hope you enjoy what the next chapter brings! :)
It's okay, I'll hold you - a Luis Serra Navarro x reader story
[chapter 6 - i know what i promised. it's been a month since my last chapter post. i won't bore you guys with the details, i just didn't want to take this story somewhere further if i hated what i wrote. so enjoy this very much self indulgent, a bit angsty chapter. I'll see what I'll do with the next one. Take care <3]
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Have you ever wondered why, why your life played out like this? What decisions led you up to this point? If you did things differently, if you played the game by its imaginary rules, if you would be somewhere safe? A place you called home? A warm, comfortable abode you made your own.
Right now, you’re wondering. About everything. Everything that was once important to you – job, education, friends, family.. now its all thrown down the drain as your only goal is clear. Survival. Running away and disappearing for good. With Luis Serra that seems like a distant dream. You now know the true nature of the company you work for. Umbrella has the resources and connections to find you. And do you truly know someone who wouldn’t rat you out for the right amount of money? Yeah, exactly.
The music in the car is not exactly a good distraction. Your mind is all over the place. Lord knows what the future will bring. Perhaps it will be good and you’re afraid for nothing. But what if it’s worse then you could’ve ever imagined? What if you’ll never even make it to Spain?
“Wanna tell me what’s on your mind? You look like you’re panicking silently.” Luis hums, one hand on the steering wheel while the other rests against the door of the car. He’s relaxed in the hours the car has been on the road. It’s probably a blank slate for him now. He’s been in kind of a crazed state for weeks, you almost forgot what he was like before. God, how much has went down in the last few weeks? How much stuff has this story jumbled up into one confusing string of events?
“Oh, yeah. No, I’m totally not panicking over the fact that we might not even make it to our ‘safe place’ in the first place. I mean, it’s not as if we know valuable information that now put us in danger and will perhaps cost us our heads one day..” you sigh out, pressing your fingers into the sides of your temples to try and numb the headache from all the stress you’re putting on yourself.
“okay… should I stop here? Need a smoke break?” Luis asks, also stressed and tired, but he doesn’t show it. He’s the golden boy again, the only thing missing from his demeanor a charming smile and the slight raise of his brows that symbolized accomplishment and pride. But he steers the car slowly to the side of the road and stops. It’s nighttime anyway and a mostly empty road. A cigarette break won’t do any harm, right?
Luis pulls his pack of cigs out, seeing one left. It was turned upside down. He turns the pack towards you in a silent gesture that he wants you to take it. “no, no! Luis, that’s the lucky cigarette! You’re supposed to be the one to wish from it!” you try and decline, but he shakes the pack again, looking tired but finally pulled himself together enough to give you a small smile. “Please, have it. I know you’ll make a good wish, hermosa. I’d wish just for another pack probably” he chuckles at his own self-pitying sense of humour. With the look he gives you and the way he just insists that you take it…
You take the cigarette. It’s your favourite brand, you notice. Has he.. been smoking what you have? How touching. Most smokers don’t switch brands at random… and he has told you he likes his better then yours, so… what’s this about, then? Taking the umbrella corp lighter he always has at handy, you light up the tip of the gifted lucky cigarette and wish for one thing: Survival for the two of you, for a second chance at life. No matter what or who gets in the way.
It’s the best cigarette of your life. And of course, you offer one of your cigarettes to Luis. He accepts and you two enjoy the silence that is only broken by the sound of exhaling smoke and shifting feet. Perhaps even some animals in the forest below you enjoy the silence, as none make a sound. No cars drive nearby for a while. It’s a much needed moment for Luis and you. But there is something you don’t notice. He is relaxed, more then he should be considering the danger the two of you are in. Your eyes look down at the forest, but his gaze doesn’t follow yours. His eyes stay on you for what to him seems like only a fleeting moment, but is in reality the time it takes for his cigarette to burn down to the filter. Maybe it’s the wind. Maybe it’s the fact you’ve been the only honest friend he had in that office. Or because you’re stuck together for a while. He doesn’t feel like he can help it. He admires the way you smoke. The way your brows furrow. The way your shoulders relax under the influence of the nicotine.
Maybe he just admires you. Your dedication. Your character.
No. It’s stupid. How can he think this way, when all these years before he hadn’t even paid attention to anyone in that stupid laboratory, much less you? It must be the wind. It must be the way the situation unfolded. He cannot afford anything that sounds like commitment and attachment. Because he knows what he’s done. And he knows that once you find out… You may never forgive him.
So he gives you one last lingering look, before he stomps his cigarette down against the cold concrete of the road.
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The nicotine has helped immensely. You feel like your head is clear now. Like maybe it will be okay. Yes, you still worry. But there is a calm in the car as the music almost whispers to keep the atmosphere as it is currently.
“Thank you for the cigarette, Luis.” a chuckle passes your lips “…and I guess thank you for your intuition. Didn’t think anyone noticed my nervous habits.” Its almost as if saying “thank you for caring, even though you could’ve left me to fend for myself”
The words make Luis readjust his grip on the steering wheel. “No need to thank me, [name]. I’m just trying to keep us both calm and in the right mindset.” He says, softly. But it doesn’t carry it’s usual warmth. Like he’s pushing you away. Away from his mind, perhaps. Or maybe he’s pushing the gnawing guilt and worry out of his heart.
You still have 2 hours by car. It’ll be all not so smooth sailing from here… or maybe the wish you smoked into the cold night air really will carry you to safety? Perhaps, and it's a very small chance, the lucky cigarette will grant your wish?
After all, you still have yet to find out what your heart wished for when your head denied it.
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[Did i listen to a playlist that makes me yearn that Luis Serra got a better ending in the game then he did? Perhaps... But what can you do? I'm in the mood for some mutual pining but also a lot of denial and slow burn. Yeah, it's gonna take some 10 000 chapters more for them to do anything remotely close to holding hands romantically and not while they're running from monsters.. Prepare yourselves! And also no more promises that i'll write more. Quality over quantity. but i meant it - PREPARE YOURSELVES. ]
Hey everyone!! I've been gone for a little, I know. This weekend a new chapter will be released. We're moving into some more backstory stuff, as this is *very* big on slowburn type of fanfic. The last chapter didn't get much interaction, so I was wondering if you guys didn't like it? I'll leave a pole down below so I can at least know what you guys think. Until the next chapter release, stay safe and stay awesome!
Was the last chapter bad or did you guys not see it?
it was bad - bad enough to need a rewrite
it was bad - could be considered a filler chapter to give more context
it was good - I liked it!
it was good, but I think it lost the original writing style and characterisation
It's okay, I'll hold you - a Luis Serra Navarro x reader story
[chapter 5 - English isn't my first language so I apologise for any errors. Wow! Me keeping a promise to post on fridays? Can you believe it? I sure can't. The reason is that I stayed home, sick. And while I'm sick, I just cant keep still. So, enjoy chapter 5 :)]
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Click! — a light is produced from the Umbrella Corp lighter, setting aflame the tip of your cigarette as your face is kissed by the soft glow.
You’ve managed to follow through on the plan. And now you wait in front of the same stupid store you once bought quick lunches and cigarettes from on days you didn’t even bother going home after a 12 hour shift.
This reminds you of more simple times. When you were in university, studying until the late hours of the morning. It’s quiet here, at 2 am behind a convenience store. You can almost smell the sandwiches that used to sit out on display for days at a time. But it’s all a distant dream of normalcy. You wait, as the smoke from your cigarette swirls around. The winter has turned to icy hell, so you’d rather stay in one spot instead of risking falling on the ice.
Your hoodie is pulled over your head to conceal your face, but it can only do so much. Cars drive past, a slow kind of rhythm you’ve now grown attached to. Spain. Spain is where you’re headed with the golden boy, Luis Serra. Or perhaps a more fitting description would now be ex golden boy, since you’re both running away from your own jobs. If only he’d show…
A car comes to a stop in front of you. “Hermosa! Come in, we need to be discreet! Now is the perfect time!” Luis offers a hand as he gets out, taking your bags. “Mierda, do you really need so much..?” he huffs as he picks up the rather heavy bag. “Of course I do, don’t be ridiculous.” You say, stepping on the now finished cigarette.
The car is mostly quiet. Not even the radio plays. Luis looks as tense as ever. “…hey. I know it’s all weird and tense.. But.. will we be okay?” you ask, turning to your side in the passenger seat as you look at him.
“Of course we will be. As long as we disappear without a trace. We need to be gone gone. Like the kind they talk about in missing cases. Swallowed by the darkness, if you will.” He says, fingers tightening around the wheel. “Look. I’ll be honest. At first, I thought I could talk my way out of this, like always. But it turns out viruses are not to be argued with. And that thing they keep making us check on in? I feel like Doctor Frankenstein. This isn’t just a normal company. We need to keep close, you and I. Honestly, I don’t even know how this friendship formed into the type of bond that it is today.” He raked one hand through his hair. “I just know that you’re the only one of those assholes I can look at. That the smoke breaks we had… They meant a lot to me. I… even started smoking more often, just to talk to you. Anddddd maybe also skip a bit of boring team meetings.” A smile stretched his lips, right hand on the wheel as the other leaned against the car door.
“Yeah.. I know. It’s… been a lot. Honestly, I’ve been thinking about quitting for some time now. So I guess this isn’t so bad, if we look at the positive side.” You pause as Luis gives you a look. “..right. getting chased down by our own employers and perhaps being involved into curating a world changing virus that could destroy the human race as we know it isn’t quite capable of having a positive side to make up for the rest” a sigh from your lips and your eyes are already closing. The stress is a lot to take in, especially now that you’ve abandoned your “dream job” that took you years to get in the first place. You knew you should’ve just dropped out of college and ran away to some stupid small place and lived in the quiet. But that is no longer a possibility. You have a weight to carry on your shoulders now. So, Spain it is.
You’re broken out of your thoughts as Luis clears his throat. “.. [name].. I have something to confess.” He says softly, brows furrowing. The way his focus seems to be more on you then the lengthy road ahead is concerning. You sit up straight, eyes focused on him already
It’s tense. Like someone is playing you two with strings, dragging out the moment for agonizingly long. Luis remains silent. There is no going back from the hole he’d dug himself into, though. “… Confess, then” you say, almost pleading a higher force to get the words troubling him out of his mouth.
“… I.. I want to introduce you to some people in Spain. I have a friend. He’ll keep us hidden. He’s trustworthy and I believe we might even, given enough time, make things right again.” He says, but you can sense something. He’s still not telling you the full story. And for someone that just ran away with you and made you leave your life’s work behind, he sure as hell doesn’t seem to place enough trust in you. Like he can’t decide if you’ll stay when he tells you everything. “Really? You know, I can sense you’re hiding something from me.” You say, blunt. Because, honestly? You’re tired. Tired of people you’ve entrusted your time and effort in to pull at you like a tug of war. “Luis. If we’re in this shit together, you have to tell me what’s going on. For real this time.” You push once more.
“Hermosa..” he glances at you. He hates it when his words aren’t enough to persuade someone. “… you gotta trust me. I have a plan. I know you’re stressed and confused and frustrated… But I’ll keep you safe. I promise, I have it all right here” he taps his forehead. “Yeah?” he says, like that alone will convince you. When he sees it isn’t enough, he continues. “All you gotta do is keep by my side. And when the time comes, I’ll tell you everything. Won’t let anything happen to you. We’re partners in crime now, no?” and as he says that, in that oh so suave tone, you see the golden boy peeking through the cracks again. In some messed up way, you’re glad that Luis Serra is acting like himself again. Even if it’s just to charm his way into your head to make you give him more time before he actually has to tell you anything. “fine.” You huff, but he smiles at you in gratitude and even the tiny hint of bitterness left in you immediately vanishes from your heart.
“I knew you were better then them” he mumbles, giving you a cheeky sideways glance.
The atmosphere in the car turns more relaxed.
“Don’t push it, Serra” you shift to try and hold back a smile, eyes leaving him to look out of the window.
It would be a long way to the airport, but at least Luis finally felt safe enough to go back to his charming, smooth talking ways. Worst of all? You didn’t mind… Not at all.
[i know these chapters are short, i literally already know most of the storytelling i want to do, but my hands can't keep up and sometimes time slips away wayyyy too quickly for me to be writing 24/7. Music only makes it worse once i enter flow state. Good music and free time will take like the rest of my time on this earth away, istg. But i hope you enjoyed this chapter! °‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡]
Hello there. I'd just like to make this post to say that i know it's been a while and I know a new chapter is all I can currently offer. Honestly? I hated the original chapter 4 i had planned. I just knew i needed some backstory for how luis and the reader met, so that's the first 5 - 6 chapters or so. They will go to the village where RE4 takes place soon enough. I hope that you guys will continue showing support, as I very much appreciate it. interact as you want, but just know that any notification i get is checked and it does make me feel more motivated to keep writing. Follow, like, reblog. Whatever you want. Maybe i'll post some poles so it's actually you guys who get to decide what happens next or maybe some smaller but fun mentions of what you guys vote on in the story. I'll try and make it fun, so don't go yet! Much love and I wish you all a good day. :)
It's okay, I'll hold you - a Luis Serra Navarro x reader story
[chapter 4 - English isn't my first language so I apologise for any errors. I am sure many of you noticed by now i suck at keeping promises with the chapter releases. However it was Christmas and New years, which i spent with the people in my life. I wish you all a lovely 2026 and hope you enjoy this chapter. Maybe I'll try and write every friday from now on, but no promises ;) ]
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January xx, 1997
You walk around like a chicken without it’s head. Like an alien stuck on the planet Earth. Luis has been hiding from you. He is stuck in his office 24/7. You can hear the panicked typing from three halls down. Everyone is giving you looks. Like they know you’re grasping at straws to keep suspicion far away from you. During hard times, everyone is selfish. Most people wouldn’t want to risk their much deserved place in Umbrella Corp just to save your sorry ass. Of course not. You’re a nobody to them, despite having been on the team since the start.
The office is eerily quiet today, however… even more strange, the typing has stopped. You look up through the window of your small and cramped office, tugging on the blinds with one finger to allow yourself a peak at the outside offices. And what you see aren’t your colleagues, much less someone you’d trust with important decision. And yet, they’ve made a decision of their own. Three men, armed to the brim with military equipment you’d only see in movies, look straight into your soul as one of the men in the office points at your office.
What is there to do? What can you do that won’t be suspicious? Maybe they decided your fate already? Shit, shit, shit! Surely, Luis is working something out already?!
The men begin to move. Heavy boots echo through the building, like the ticking of a cuckoo clock. Any minute now and you’re just a name on a redacted file.
“Evening, Dr. [surname]. We just want to talk.” One of the men enters the office, not even bothering to knock. He saw you. There is no need to sugarcoat it. Once they know where you’re hiding, they’ll drag you out to serve ‘justice’. These agents aren’t here for your good or benefit. They’re here for the benefit of your superiors. Of the very men who shake your hand, give you a smile and say “welcome to the Dream Team… We’re glad to have you” as they did to so many before. How could you be so blind before? To this organization, to how it operates as an endless flow of money for those people?
They soon sit you down in your own office. They don’t want to attract attention to you from the outside. Not yet, anyway.
“We just want to know how some classified information was leaked to an outside party. Nothing else, doc.” The agent, which you soon learn is called ‘agent Rossi’, talks calmly. Like one would talk to a frightened child.
“… an.. outside party?” you finally register his words. What the hell is going on?
“yes, an outside party. We’ve been listening in on all conversations of the so called Dream team and there has been a leak of classified information. Someone in the office has been far too generous with their words. We just want to find who it was and we’ll be on our merry way. No need for casualties. So, anything you want to confess?” the man looked at you like you were a boring pest, and not one of the best biologists of your generation.
“I don’t know anything. What kind of information was leaked?” you try and get some information out of the situation. But the agent hums, looking around your cramped office. “You’re working on the latest project on the team, yes?” he asks and you nod. He already knows everything about you there is to know. No use in lying.
“Let me tell you. It’s wasted money, for slobs like this team. What do you even do at this corporation, doc? Newest anti-aging cream for the insecure?” the two other agents laugh. Laugh at you. At your work. “Let’s face it. This is all a cover up. And I think we both know that you know what’s really going on. You’re smart, I can tell. Pretty diplomas and pictures all around the damn walls. So, you gonna play dumb or point your finger at who’s mostly likely to get themselves in trouble like the one I’m here for?” the agent leans back.
“…” the silence stretches on for an agonizing amount of time. These past few weeks have been torture.
“Olivia.” You whisper. To be fair, you always hated the bitch. Dr. Olivia Smith was known for her cruel ways, jumping at any opportunity to show everyone she was better then them. So, if she was going to be a bitch, you’d return the favor this time. For once since arriving here, you’d give her a proper job. She'd be a distraction.
“Olivia? Dr. Smith?” agent Rossi asks. After you nod and mumble something about her “suddenly not showing much interest in the project” and “staying away from people she used to interact with”, the agents stand up. “atta doc” the agent flashes a cocky smile. “I’ll be back, don’t worry. Ain’t that right, agent Russel?” he says, as the man standing by the door nods with a matching grin of his own.
“Luis. Luis. Luis. Open the fuck up. “ you knock at his door, having stayed behind just to talk to him.
The door opens after the 9th knock. “hurry.” He whispers. And once you take in his appearance… Lord. When has he last slept? He looks like a manic evil doctor from some messed up horror movie as he double locks the door. Bags under his eyes, hands shaky as the smell of god knows what hits your nose.
But you don’t ask. There is no time.
“We need to go. Far, far away. I know a way out. We can still help before shit hits the fan.” Luis mutters. “It’s over for us here, [name]” he grabs your shoulders. “I’m sorry I got you into this mess. But I need to know.. what did you tell them? Did you tell them to look for me?” he shakily whispers. He looks more paranoid then the patients at the psych ward.
“Luis… calm down. What the fuck is happening?” you try to calm him down, but to no avail. Then.. you notice something. Every electronic device has been stripped of its chips, all of them laid across the coffee table he had.
“Please.” He takes your hand into both of his. "I greatly underestimated this. We have to leave. Screw acting normal. Pack tonight. Pack everything important. Say goodbye to no one. Don’t tell anyone about this. Meet me at 2 am tomorrow behind the local market down the street. And most importantly, keep your desk the same way it was. Leave the basic research behind, take the documents that can be incriminating us and then we’ll go.” He hastily explains his.. rather absurd plan.
“What are you talking about, Luis? Leave where?” you asked.
“The only place in the world I can trust won’t try and eat us alive and let them find us.” Luis suddenly darts his head around frantically before lowering himself to whisper to your ear.
“Spain. Valdelobos. My hometown.”
You could feel your brain screaming at you. What’s the point of being the greatest biologist, when you’ve just created something the rest of humanity will look at in fear and run away from?
Ain’t it funny, that the creator of the monster never wanted it to be a monster at all?
But some creatures don’t feel pain. And they sure as hell don’t feel sympathy for their creator.
Welcome to your future life as one of the many creators of T – 103.
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It's okay, I'll hold you - a Luis Serra Navarro x reader story
[chapter 3 - English isn't my first language so I apologise for any errors. Again, sorry for waiting so long to post, still recovering from the sickness. I'm in the process of editing and finishing chapters 4 and 5 so that'll be posted this week as well as editing chapter 2 ever so slightly to fit the direction of the story better and Luis as a character and his development]
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It's worse. Every day, your superiors seem more on edge. Everyone is whispering in the hallways and behind locked doors of the meeting rooms. Laboratories have never been so tense. Colleagues have started looking at each other, as if trying to decipher who is a traitor and who isn't.
Apparently there is a mole now in one of the highest Umbrella sectors... Which just so happens to be connected to your own research team and lab partners.
When you enter the room, you feel people looking at you as if you might be the one. They've started to see how different you are. How you take up less space then anyone else, not boasting about your degrees unlike so many of them. How many years have you known these people? How many more will you be here, knowing they are all suspicious of you?
Truth be told, you know they never liked you. This is just one reason more to throw you to the gutter. But you continue with your work. The very few people who trust you actually talk to you and don't exclude you out of important conversations you should be part of anyways, due to your status.
And... Here comes golden boy.
Except... He looks... Anxious? This is strange. Too strange. And others are starting to notice, too. Now all of their fingers will be pointing at you two, especially now that they've seen him talking to you. It's difficult not to notice how unfocused he is. He keeps wiping his hands on his lab coat, as if his palms are constantly sweaty or dirty despite him thoroughly cleaning beforehand. The labels on the tubes are suddenly mismatched and the rising tension in the lab suddenly becomes physical in the form of a spill... A very dangerous spill, given that some chemicals are mixed together in such small dosages any false calculation could result in catastrophe.
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It's not surprise once everyone is called to the office of the superior. You rarely see him, and you're thankful for it.
Luis shuffles next to you, seriously looking as if he might have a fever. His eyes are trying not to keep glancing out of the window or at the door, as he keeps his shaky arms together in front of him. He's swallowing down his own spit, the skin of his neck following the movement. His jaw is clenched as the superior calls him out on his behaviour, stating his disappointment in him and the lack of attention to detail in his recent lab reports. The golden boy is expected to keep up the standards, of course.
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"Hey, Luis. You okay?" you ask, knowing he most definitely was not okay at all.
"ah... [name]... Yes... I have... Just had a little accident in the lab, as I'm sure you heard." he trails off, as if ashamed that such a prestigious and praised biologist let himself make such a stupid mistake.
"... I'm just on edge with the whole 'someone here is giving out information' thing, you know? It's not like we're actually producing pain killers anymore... Or face creams..." Luis turns to look at you finally. "[name]... Please. Come with me to my office. I beg of you" he whispers it in a tone you haven't heard yet from him. Like he was being watched, his every word was softly said and he made sure to barely move his mouth to pronounce the words.
You followed him into his office, of course. There was a sort of hurry in the way he locked the door. "I don't even know if here is safe, but it'll have to do." he whispers, suddenly placing both of his arms onto your shoulders. "I know I told you during late lab hours and smoke breaks that we were friends and colleagues all at once... But I need you right now as a confidant. Please." he pleads. "... I know that our work is not so ethical anymore... And soon, I think distaster will hit. This whole mole thing might be some sort of deliberate trap to make us rat out on each other and I have a feeling that I'm one of the first they're planning to 'fire'... " the brown eyes of the man you've been hanging out with for what feels like years now dart across his own office, as if the very room was a cage that would seal his fate.
"This Virus we're developing... I've been looking into it. They lied to us. It isn't so we can make humanity evolve beyond our own biology... This... This is something far worse. The lab rats have been 'sick' for weeks, [name]. They're dead. Each and every single one shows signs of confusion and disorientation before they start eating each other.. But they never drop dead fully." Luis really sounds panicked now.
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Wait, what did he just say? That... The lab rats... Started eating each other? did the virus transform them into cannibals? Was the taste for the flesh of their own kind a result of the confusion and disorientation that Luis mentioned? What was this? And what kept these small creatures from falling asleep or dying?
"Luis... Calm down. Breathe." you try to remain rational, even as your own heart pulses painfully against your ribcage. It feels like the very organ keeping you alive is now trying to impale itself into the nearest rib it can find... And it isn't a pleasant feeling. Not at all.
Luis slowly sinks into his own office chair, pulling back his hair with his fingers and burning a hole into his desk with his gaze. "..."
A moment passes. Nothing feels better. In fact, it feels worse. Like you're trying to prolong the inevitable. What can you do, when someone tell you they think your own superiors will shut you up by having you disappear into the night?
"we need to leave before they find out we know the virus has been made for ulterior motives." Luis says under his breath. "come back tomorrow morning. Drink your coffee slowly. In fact, make a fresh batch... Just to be safe. Act normal. Don't talk to people you haven't before. Do not check on the rats. I'm in charge of keeping watch on them.. I'll report back to the superiors about the rats being 'steadily declining' and I'll write that they're showing strength despite the challenge of their decline. We'll say it's part of the process. We have to camouflage it somehow. This virus cannot come into contact with anyone. Lord knows that it'll do once transferred to a human." his breathing is shaky still, palms sweaty like before.
It takes a second, but suddenly Luis shoots up from his chair. "Mierda!" he slams his own hand against the desk, leaning down to stare into the papers that contained his own research. His eyes look so panicked, as if regretting writing each and every letter on the ink stained paper.
"Luis." you try once more. "... We'll... Figure something out. We'll work as a team. I trust you and I know you trust me too. Whatever this is planned for... We have to help stop it." you whispered, putting a hand onto his shoulder.
The look he gives you is one of restrained agony. "... I don't know how long we've got.. The rats... They transformed the moment they were cannibalised by the the infected one... The panicked movements and the muscle spasms..." he mumbled to himself, before looking at you with an expression that can only be described as 'if I tell you what I have done, I'm sure you'll hate me for it and I'm not ready for that'.
Hi everyone, I'm really sorry for not updating the fanfic. Expect newer, better chapters with more characters and (hopefully) lore accurate settings/info. I've come down with an illness these past 2 weeks but chapters are in the making! Expect a chapter tomorrow or perhaps even two extra chapters over this weekend! If anyone wants to be tagged or give some prompts you'd like to see, I'd love to hear what you think. Thank you for the support and have a very wonderful day!
[English isn't my first language — I apologize for any errors]
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December 1996
It was just another Tuesday. That’s all it was meant to be. However, it would prove to be so much more. To the two of you, it would be a very special day.
For the first time in December, it snowed. The gentle wind carried the snowflakes, which slowly got to the ground and covered the once bustling city. Even the people seemed more at ease, with the holiday season now in full swing.
The office was doing a stupid “secret Santa” thing, which was going to be… interesting. You got one of your male colleagues, Alfred Snilder. He was an okay guy, but you weren’t particularly close. You weren’t really close to anyone. Sure, people grabbed coffee with you and hung out with you every now and then, but it’s not like you were their favorite person in the world. Which was weird, considering how people used to be around you. You used to be so much better with people. But gaining friends as an adult who moved to another continent could be.. awkward. It’s not like you would judge others for approaching you, it’s just that you yourself feel weird approaching the people in the office unless it’s work related.
As another cigarette finds itself between your fingertips, you exhale like it’s been years since the last nicotine hit. But your wonderful moment of peace was soon interrupted by a voice which had grown all too familiar in the last 2 weeks. Luis. Always him. You’re starting to suspect he isn’t quite aware that you like your alone time.
“Smoking again, hermosa?” he smiled knowingly, before lighting up a cigarette of his own. The bastard couldn’t even let you smoke without joining you. It would be cute if you weren’t actually craving a moment to rest. However, you still offer a hum of acknowledgement.
“You know… This new project has been a pain. I can’t sleep, knowing the answer is always just far enough out of reach where I know I’ll groan why I couldn’t figure it out sooner… But right now it feels impossible.” He sighed, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. Did he always have to be so damn put together, while you’re barely able to keep your eyes open from lack of sleep? … Some people really did win the genetic lottery, as evident from the fact that just his presence makes you feel warm and comfortable. Even if you wanted to be alone… This isn’t too bad.
“Are you… not going to say anything?” He questioned, one brow raising. “Ah… sorry. Lack of sleep… I guess.” You quickly blurt out.
The snowflakes keep falling all around you. Everything is white. Every rooftop, every street, everything. Cold bites at your nose and fingers, but you don’t move. “It’s pretty nice outside now, huh?” Luis says, to change the subject from your tiredness. “Yeah… honestly, I like the snow. I always played in the snow when it fell.” You admit. You don’t know why, but being around Luis is like a relaxation ritual. His voice is warm, his mind sharp enough to know when the usual teasing isn’t welcome. And right now, he seems to be focusing on you and the smoke curling around you, even despite the wind. Unbeknownst to you, he bought a fresh pack of your favorite cigarettes just in case you ran out… Like on Friday.
What happened on Friday isn’t important. It started as an ordinary smoke break after working for way too long, when you realized all your cigarettes were either soaked from the stupid rain or just downright disgusting. The type of damage your cigarettes sustained during your walk home the day before caused them to be useless. They couldn’t even be lit up. So, Luis gave you one. When your cheek twitched and brows furrowed from the different flavor, he almost immediately knew he’d buy the kind you liked… for future uses, nothing more. You’re just friends. He’s being nice.
“You like the snow… Huh. I thought you’d be more of a warm weather person.” He hummed, voice low. Like this conversation shouldn’t be heard by anyone else. “I used to be. But now, I like being inside more. It’s more about the vibe, you know? During colder seasons I can dress more oversized and in layers. No one judges me if I wear a huge sweater and loose pants. Whereas in summer, every woman on the street is wearing to show off how nice they look. I like fashion, sure. But I’m so busy with this job, I’m too tired to think about what kind of things look fashionable and fit for my body type.” The smoke leaves your lips once more, before getting carried away by the wind.
“I… can understand that. I feel like sometimes this job eats away at my life. Sure, I love this job… The new projects they are giving us are more and more complicated. Not only do we now have to come up with potential curesviruses we can’t even prove would survive in a live host, but also have to study so many new things… “ Luis seems to need a break as much as you do, which is something you never expected from the golden boy of the office. I mean, seriously, Luis wasn’t known for complaining about the projects and workload. Hell, he even sometimes took on extra work. It’s why some of the lower ranking employees in the corporation loved him. He was really just a guy who loved his work and gladly did whatever you told him. It seems even the best employees need a rest every now and then, though.
You can tell by his eyes he’s being honest. He’s telling you something he doesn’t dare tell the others, afraid they’d judge him for not being capable of working consistently without complaint. Is he… truly opening up to you? A month ago if someone told you that you’d be talking to golden boy out on the rooftop balcony about being stressed and tired, you would’ve referred them to the mental hospital.
“Never thought you could feel that way about this. You’re pretty much known for loving what you do… but it makes sense. I’m honestly glad we’re on the same page about it. Work can be nice… but Umbrella has been changing… Rapidly. We’ve gone from normal pain medication and simple ingredients to creating viruses to potentially cure all disease of mankind… I’m proud to be a part of this team and study all these amazing things… But it’s okay to be tired. We all get tired. Even the earth gets tired. Look around us, Luis. Isn’t this all a way for the Earth to unwind? A hot summer, fields of flowers and chirping birds… But now it’s all still. It’s time to rest. And maybe we shouldn’t feel guilty for wanting that.” You say, sharing your thoughts before the embarrassment of potential social reactions could get the better of you.
It’s quiet for a moment. Just the burning of the cigarettes and the cold wind carrying the snowflakes in a dance all to familiar to the ballet you used to admire.
“You’re right. You’re… very… understanding of the world around you. For a moment, I was convinced you accepted the world as what it truly is. That’s… not a skill many have.” The sudden soft praise from Luis warms your once freezing nose. And your pulse jumps up all of a sudden, almost… happy he didn’t judge you for being sincere in a moment which in a different scenario could’ve been just another Tuesday.
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