# 𝑅𝐸𝐷𝟿 . | an indie, private, and selective blog for LUIS SERRA NAVARRO from the resident evil franchise, featuring an assortment of alternate verses. penned by Grandpa, strictly 21+, est 2021. | 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃.
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I'm simply a believer of Luis being that man who is obsessed with his lover like Gomez Addams is to Morticia. Head over heels. Shamelessly in love. When there are a hundred other people in the room he’s too busy admiring his lover. Soft smiles, subtle touches. Kissing hands, neck, leaving a trail of adoration whenever he gets the chance. Robbed of life but I know in my heart and soul when he gets the chance he’s the number one wife/husband guy. His partner’s number one fan. Man will worship them no doubt about it.
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when the sheepish admission left dr. serra's mouth, sheva's eyes flicked over him before she moved passed her student on the mat to retrieve two bottles of chilled water. the outsides were covered in condensation; a thick, cold bead of liquid ran down to her wrist and ended at an elbow, gooseflesh followed in its wake.
❝ we don't have a lot of time, luis.❞ she cautioned softly as she offered him one of the two plastic bottles, then, went to unscrew the cap on her own. ❝ the BSAA wants you out on the field as soon as possible.❞ and she wouldn't put it past them to rush it either. they'd jumped at the opportunity--faster than she'd have thought--like rabid dogs to have an individual carrying the sort of knowledge her companion did. there was some sort of sport to it, she supposed, with the way her director had responded when she posed the idea:
Suck on that, DSO.
not the most professional of statements, she mused as she took a sip. but it was better to be eager than filled with scrutiny -- at the time. the urgency and damn near rush for field work was a bad sign. expendability, she'd come to notice during her stint in KIJUJU was an embarrassingly popular concept. her lips away from the bottle, sheva set free a quiet ah of relief as she felt her insides begin to cool.
❝ i'll explain again. you're going to meet a lot of people bigger than you-that can be intimidating. they'll have longer arms, heavier strikes -- your job is to not get hit. you have to be quick, play defense, and wait for an opening. timing is everything.❞ finished nursing her drink, its left to the wayside, tucked away gets her duffle alongside the training room's bench. ❝ i know you have a soft spot for chivalry, but there isn't any room to hold back. your enemies won't always be just BIOWEAPONS. ❞
What the hell had he gotten himself into? The price of knowledge, one might say, in knowing too much. How it often brought far more responsibility than it was worth. He was never meant to be a hero, at least, that’s what he told himself, knowing well when the two of them were seen side by side- she was the hero out of the two of them. He? Well, he was simply trying to make amends, atone for his wrongdoings, like a life sentence he might not ever free himself from.
Yet he’d do it, not for himself, nor those she took orders from– he did it for her. Strange, how one small ripple could touch so many, to know that the work and research he provided so many years ago, would eventually find its way to her. Taking those she loved, and leaving her like this. A soldier, ready to fight for those who needed her most- admirable- and though he could never hold a candle, still, he would try to help.
“Ay dios mío-”
The words fell softly under his breath, fingers sweeping through damp locks, wiping the sweat that clung to his brow. A brief moment of respite, savoring the few minutes she’d allow before forcing him back on his feet once more. This was just part of the job, there would be no breaks, no time for rest, and he wasn’t about to be her weak spot on the field- he wouldn’t let her put herself at risk for his sake. A quick swig of water would brief relief, tongue swiping the salt from his lips soon after. “Well, if they’re anything like you, I guess I’m out of luck then, ey?” He was a man of science, hardly a fighter, why this was all so new- and with luck, hopefully soon he’d be able to keep up.
“I love a woman that can kick my ass, but I’d prefer the only one that does it is you.” A wink would be tossed her way, the lazy upturn of his lips reflecting in his terrible attempt to flirt. “With you by my side, I’ve got nothing to worry about. But, if it makes you feel better, I guess we can take it from the top- show me those moves of yours again, and I’ll try and keep up…” He could already tell he’d be sore the next day, a short breath of air passing through him before he’d rise up from his spot on the bench beside her.
“In any other situation I’d say I like when you’re rough- but this? Not so much...” A hand would extend to her, playing the part of the gentleman despite the circumstance. “It’s not too late to throw in the towel, you know. Instead I’m thinking dinner, a nice romantic evening out- all this work stuff could wait, yeah?” A part of him already knew the answer, but still, it was worth a shot.
Door chirped as it's security was overridden, the sound enough to break him from his thoughts as they gave way to a welcomed face. Granting him entry he need not ask for. Attention was spared to the time that shown in neon hues.
"Like clockwork." Zeno idly commented, abandoning his cellular to his desk whilst making himself comfortable. "I'd make the time." Wolfish sights settling 'pon the other as he gathered the necessary instruments needed for his injection. All routine for them by now. Oddly comforting to have one at all, a routine. Nothing ever stayed as it was in their line of work, fluctuating and shifting. Depending on others, on himself. Not even his own body could be relied on anymore. Changing, deteriorating, day by day... such a slow death.
Tongue gave a damp click at his partner's concerns. "So modest all the sudden." He'd jest, extending his arm out to Luis as requested. "As if my schedule has ever stopped you before." He and Luis both knew the truth in that statement. His companion was respectful of his duties but they hardly kept him away. Opting to quietly work around whatever matter Zeno was left with. Were it anyone else, his tolerance would quickly dwindle into annoyance. "No, only you. Don't rush. Less you've your own matters."
"I've hardly the patience to deal with anyone else today. Peoples ignorance is..." A beat passed in contemplation, "staggering. You're a very welcome sight, doctor."
“Ey-! I can be polite when the mood strikes me- not that it happens very often but… I guess you could say I’m feeling generous today.” In truth, there was no one that would ever stop him from fulfilling the duties that his partner entrusted him with. A sign of trust, and proof of his loyalty, showing up like this, be it rain or shine, making an effort to find him, even on his busiest days.
A quiet hum would roll through him, attentive, even as his hands went to work. Such an act that was done with care, unbuttoning his cufflink, taking time as he’d roll his sleeve. Like a subtle act of worship, guiding the man to rest his arm upon his knee, resting himself upon the vacant space of his desk beside the case he worked from. The man was far from delicate, he knew that well, but this was more than just a brief medical procedure. In his mind- it was an act of love, to savor such a moment of vulnerability with the other.
“I could say the same to you, then again, most of those I work with down here are- less responsive. Test subjects don’t make great conversation, you know how it is…” A terrible joke, given the work. Still, his hands would continue, taking a moment to clean the injection sight on his arm, the vein prominent enough for him to see. “I guess it leaves me looking forward to little moments like this is all… your company is something I cherish.” Gaze would flicker, admiring the way his iris would glow. “You know, if you ever need anyone to talk to, I’m only a short walk away. The day moves a lot slower when we’re apart- or perhaps that’s just me…”
I’m going to just take a second to sit and ramble about Luis and the importance of him being morally grey and how that would impact his future if he were able to live past the events of 4. While this blog mainly revolves around remake Luis, I do still find his original character to be something that I also like to include into my interpretation. Where the newer adaptation of Luis is more fleshed out, there are aspects, interactions, and conversations in the original game, ( where the dialogue may have been cheesy, ) I find important to his character as well. I've also been writing Luis prior to the remake coming out, so the original version of him is also just as important to me. Okay rambling below!
I love Luis for many reasons, but I think there’s something special about his character in the fact that he is so morally grey, and from the perspective of Leon, very ambiguous with his intentions and desires. I find him similar to Ada, and one of the reasons they seem to connect, being that sense of working for their own reasons and goals. Luis has always been a man with a “lone wolf” personality, meaning that since the death of his grandfather, has only ever looked out for himself. I believe that’s where he gets a lot of his personality, and charm, playing up the act of ladies man for several reasons. One, well, yeah he does love to flirt, but most of the time he expects, or anticipates it never to be returned. In one way people might see that as weird, but in a way it can also be meant to keep people at arms length. He’s a highly intelligent and perceptive man, which I think can get lost as he’s played up as the comedic relief in a lot of scenes. Within the events of the game, both the original and remake, he often runs off on his own, and has no desire to travel with others. There's even a moment upon entering the castle in the original game, that the facade of the ladies-man seems to almost slip, when he claims that Leon is "better with the ladies," is it a jab? Possibly, but there's also a hint of truth in the fact that he isn't good with other people. The cracks in his personality come very briefly, even within the remake. We only truly see that side of him when he's outrun the villagers with Ashley and Leon- and just before his death. I do think at his core he is a very romantic person, and given the chance to find the right someone, those emotions can be genuine- but never does he, with his line of work, expect to be close to anyone at all. That stems a lot from his childhood trauma, going back to his origins.
For those who don’t know, a brief summary of his background. Luis was born and raised in Valdelobos, raised Catholic, his mother dying when he was very young, leaving him under the care of his grandfather. The village he grew up in was very traditional in the sense of no technology, seemingly isolated from the world. His grandfather was a hunter, where Luis learned the land through him. During that time it’s noted how his grandfather sees him as exceptionally bright, curious for the world around him. It’s noted from his young age that he would make for a great scholar, passionate about music and reading as well. It’s known that at some point in his younger years, Luis’s grandfather was attacked by a wolf that was infected with Plaga, and after rumor spread of his illness, was killed by the chieftain of his village. Luis’s last memory of his childhood was that of ash and smoke, watching it go up in flames with his grandfather inside it. After that, Luis vanished from the village, no one knowing of his whereabouts or what happened to him.
It was from that moment that his mindset was forever changed, the idea and belief that he was on his own in the world. The place he once called home was no longer- feeling betrayed by those he once thought cared. That is what also pushed him forward, into the field of science, where he never looked back. Luis of course did have colleagues and friends throughout the years, but inevitably only sought to better himself. We know he goes on to work at Umbrella, and from there began his studies on parasites and the like. After the events of 1998 with Racoon City, Luis, evading the consequences of what he did, returned to his village. It was then that Los Iluminados had taken over his village, and, after meeting Saddler, chose to lead his genetic research team, working on the modification of Plaga. This is where I want to start touching on the morally grey man that he is, because some would ask, why would someone ever help run this research on a place he once called home? Working for Umbrella, then returning to continue such research shows his dedication to science, but also that he would gladly work for the highest bidder, which happens to be Saddler. Saddler, who also completely changed the place he once grew up in. The ritual sacrifices, the tests and experiments that went down, it’s noted for years that Luis was devoted to him, following his lead. These were people he could have known as a child, could have grown up beside, watching them become cattle for the vision of this cult. ( Truly dark to imagine between Umbrella and beneath Saddler, how many people he watched die for science. Yikes! )
It’s interesting to note as well that in the remake, we see it’s clear that Luis begins to show regret for his work when learning of Saddler’s true intentions. Whereas in the original game, it’s noted that he seemingly became guilty over time, leading to his betrayal. He claims he feels as equally responsible as Saddler for what happened to these villagers- meaning he was well aware of what was going on, and never cared to stop it, only to get out. I think that motivation only becomes stronger when he himself becomes infected, wanting that freedom of control, not wanting to become part of the hive mind under Saddler, as dedicated as he was to that man. Also why I still find his original death scene to be more impactful, dying by the hand of Saddler himself, rather than a knife wound from Krauser. To be a problem to the man you were so devoted to, that he has to strike you down personally? Chefs kiss. Anyway!
There’s a main theme that seems to repeat in the game of asking if people can change, it’s the dying words that Luis uses towards Leon, it’s the same remark that Ada makes towards Leon: people can try to change, can believe they can change, but in the end they are always the same. Why does this matter? Because I feel as though, in a canon world where Luis might have lived, that unanswered question would become clear to him. Try as he might to change, his past would always come back to haunt him. His reputation would never change, and try as he’d like to run from the things he’s done, he would never be able to escape that life. So where would that have him end up?
I have several timelines for Luis past the events of 4, some dabbling in the idea of well maybe he will work with Leon, maybe this, maybe that. In reality, I want to bring back the line Luis says in the original game when tied up with Leon, the comment of “being a hero isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.” It’s clear, and could even be said in the remake, Luis doesn’t want to be a hero. He knows he’s not a good man, and he knows he’s going to die that way. That open ended question is a means to find some comfort or reassurance from Leon that never came. “People can change, right?” It’s a hope that maybe he might have had a chance, but never lived to see it come true.
Okay, so then where would he end up if he lived? I like to imagine in a world where he was able to survive, that Ada would have held up her end of the bargain. Where does he end up however? Once again, as much as he’d like to escape it, the pattern would no doubt continue. Luis is a valuable man, and some may even see his knowledge as a dangerous one. This is why he would end up with the highest bidder, looking out for himself as he always did. To have to accept that he isn’t a hero, he simply did a good deed for Leon and Ashley, but he’s not a good person by any means. So for the later events I can very well see him getting tangled up with whomever is willing to convince him, whoever has the money and resources. Whenever things would get dangerous, the pattern would repeat, to avoid danger or ever getting caught. By the events of Requiem, I can see very well the possibility of him being roped into this work with Gideon and Zeno, for example, never seeming to escape that line of work as it is part of who he is. So is he evil? I wouldn’t say that. He’s simply a man trying to survive, and by that point, knows his worth, and knows he can never just go into hiding, nor try to be better. He’s not Leon, as much as he might have admired him. To run into him again would be a reminder that people never change, and that even if he wanted, he could never be on the same side of the board as Leon. He’s doing what he has to, the only thing he knows.
Luis has such little screen time, but there's just so much to be said about what happens between the lines, the parts we never see. This is why I love him, because where we have our definite good and evil within the games, it's something to be said about those characters who are in between those moral lines. My boy is so smart and had such potential, I can't help but get emotional about him in thinking what could have been.
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Once locked in confinement within Umbrella's laboratory, The Slayer returned with a violent vengeance. With a goal to track down every scientist that studied her, she performed a quick execution soon after their brief reunion. With horns protruding from a monstrous form, blood dripped from her talons as the beast hunted for her target. Smoke from a cigarette smoked hours prior was all it took for Sylmae to locate Luis behind a locked door. The barrier between them was destroyed with a full forced pounce. Unable to fit in the small room, the dark urge transformed back into her human form with a mist of red cloaking the transition. Her slender fingers twitched with the intense urge to tear his tender flesh into shreds. Entering the room weaponless and seemingly harmless, she enjoyed the disbelief that came from him.
‘you’ve got to be shitting me.’ - @red9
❛ I remember you! Gosh, how long has it been since I've last seen you? Feels like it was only just yesterday. Bet you missed me. So, tell me - I heard from a little birdie that you're breaking up with Umbrella. Is that true? ❜
There was a part of him that always knew his past would catch up to him, that constant fear of old ghosts he tried to outrun, finding him in the end. He was running on borrowed time, knowing that eventually, something, or someone, would want to settle the score for the sins he committed so long ago. It was always easier for him, to never put a name or a face to these subjects, to detach and dehumanize those he studied through a scientific lens. It was only in moments like these that he’d realize, those without names were one just like him- but never did he anticipate confrontation quite like this.
“Hey-” his voice fell like a broken song, attempting to hide any tremble of his tone with a brief and hesitant chuckle. How casual it seemed, like running into an old friend. If he played his cards right- with luck, she’d give him a pass.
“You know, I was trying to keep that a secret, but I guess rumors do trend to travel, sí?” He had nowhere to run, nothing to fight with, knowing it was best to simply hope and pray she’d give him a chance. “You look good- granted it's been a while since I’ve seen you. I take it your body has adjusted well to the, eh, changes?” Attempting to put it in the most polite way possible, hands would gesture to the entirety of her being, clearing his throat as his mind would seemingly race for the right thing to say. “I did miss you, and it’s great to see you’ve surpassed the, well, initial trials they put you through. Looks like both you and I get to escape all of Umbrella’s madness, eh..?” That was if she’d let him leave here alive.
There are two demons inside of me, one is Luis getting lucky to grow old and participate in later game events but then there's the other side of me that is like yeah, let him be a ghost and haunt the narrative to Leon / Ada or whoever.
HE KNOWS, oh how he knows. it's both a blessing & a curse, especially when he'd already nearly lost him once before ( & he'd rather not risk that this go around ). hence his eagerness to stay at the frontline of this job, allowing for the older the take the backline once more .. whatever help he was to offer to the agent could be done without him taking the lead as he so hoped to do.
❝ we don't know what elpis is, you're right— and that's why i need you to let me take the lead on this. ❞ he was already infected ( & living on borrowed time ), the least he could do was take the brunt of the damage that would no doubt come their way through this investigation.
gaze settles 'pon brown hues, & he can't help the subtle upturn of lips before offering a gentle nudge of his elbow to the other's arm. ❝ you're helping by coming along, that's more than you already should be doing, given the situation. ❞
“You know you don’t always have to play the hero? Believe it or not, when the mood strikes me I can also be a knight in shining armor…” Whether or not the mood ever actually struck him was a topic of conversation for another time. That was the difference between them: where he liked the idea of being the hero, in the end, it was always Leon who did the saving. It was something he’d come to accept over the years, settling for the backline, the eye in the sky, watching his back as a means of atonement for the sins of his past that still haunted him. Would that feeling ever go away? Would he ever do enough to feel some semblance of forgiveness? Down inside he already knew the answer to that.
Still, wherever Leon would go, he’d follow. Loyal until his dying breath. “You think I can’t handle a little action out here? If I wanted to retire from saving your ass, I would have done so ages ago. I believe a ‘thank you’ is in order. What would you do without me, eh?” He couldn’t help but try and lighten the mood, despite knowing the truth they both feared. The clock was ticking for him, and if this Elpis had no miracle attached- he and Sherry would…
The thought was quickly pushed aside, his gaze wandering to the gloved hand of his partner. A part of him hated it, to see the way he hid the painful truth. Fingers would slip down the curve of his arm, tracing over a leather-bound palm to lace fingers between his own, grounding him to the here and now, savoring the time they had together. “You know, it’s not too late. You can take my role- sitting pretty in a snipers nest, get a good look at me while I do all the fighting. Hell, I’d even let you take a nap if you felt like it…” Subtly, fingers would begin to pull away at the glove on his lover’s hand, to free him from what he was so ashamed of. “So long as i know you’re safe, that’s what matters to me…”
Routine and religion so often went hand in hand within his mind. Dedication, commitment, a love and compassion to continue the cycle day in and day out. This was no different. The same pattern repeated, time and time again, all for the sake of love.
A part of him was almost certain he could do it blindly, walking the same cold and clinical halls, the sound of his shoes echoing in a vacant and sterile environment. He’d take note of the time on his wristwatch, almost certain even the sound of its ticking could be heard as he made his way to his destination. Double doors which slid open with ease, the soft hiss giving warning to his arrival, the metal suitcase in hand clinking at his side.
If there was one thing he knew for certain, it was that Zeno was often busy. Making arrangements and deals, trading weapons to the highest bidder. So it was a surprise, to find him free from important calls or a meeting, giving him a chance to close the space between them, finding a vacant spot on the corner of his workspace to set his supplies aside.
“Do you have a moment? It’s that time…” The click of the container's latches would leave the lid springing open, revealing the array of contents specialized just for him. PG67AW labeled clearly on the side of a vial would give hint to its purpose- a safety measure, to ensure what lingered within his body would not lose stability. “I always worry that I might interrupt you while you’re working, but it seems today I’m in luck. May I?” A hand would be offered his direction, permission to enter his space and prepare him for his medicine. “I promise I’ll make it quick, if you’re expecting someone else…”
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The concept of time often escaped him in a place like this. In a realm where day could so easily slip to night, without an inkling of time ever moving at all. The same, stagnant fluorescents were the only source of light, sterile and unchanging even as the hours slowly slipped by. Trial and error, time and time again, the bodies stacking up, with seemingly no resolution in sight. Elpis, a concept that escaped him, for out of all the creations, the bioweapons he experienced firsthand- what could this secret be that its creator kept behind lock and key? A new monster, waiting to be unleashed, new discoveries waiting just out of arms reach- and with luck, a resolution on the horizon, and something better for he and Zeno both.
It was why he worked tirelessly, why he studied the various strains of results the T-Virus left upon the human body. Time and time again, the same results, little variation and no real results from what they already knew. Yet he’d continue to try, what were a few more test subjects in comparison to the one he loved?
The sound of his footsteps eluded him, so lost in thought he’d not taken notice of the presence that moved in beside him. Miles away, the sound of voices and the ticking clock more so like a distant memory than the present. The scratching of a pen felt more present than the pair of glowing eyes that entered his vision- the firm sensation of fingers grasping his jaw to help turn cheek from the endless work at hand. Not done with violence or frustration- but a means to clear his mind, lift the veil that clouded his vision, the reality of the space around him coming life once more- the trance seemingly leaving him vulnerable in that moment.
Zeno. The very sight of him always enough to leave his heart skipping a beat. Not from fear by any means, but awe, disbelief in knowing this man was somehow his. Lover. Partner. Terms he’d never envisioned would come to fruition in his life, yet here they were, time seemingly suspended as he waited for another tick of the clock that never came. There was only him in that moment, entranced by the piercing glow behind glasses that carefully framed his features. He wasn’t mad- if anything- concerned– judging by the tenderness upon his expression. How long had he been at work, that he forgot to respond to calls, to consider he was simply worried about his well being?
“I’m sorry, mi amor- I must have lost track of time…” His voice, hardly more than a whisper, would break that silence between them. His own hand would reach to grasp the one that cradles his face, taking a moment to kiss the palm that held him, moving down to place another to his wrist. His pulse was always reassuring, cheek finding warmth within his lover’s hand once more. “I take it you’re ready to head home for the day, si?”
[ peck ] a quick, light kiss on the partner's lips or cheek
[ french ] a deep, passionate kiss with the use of tongue
[ forehead ] a gentle kiss on the partner's forehead, conveying care and affection
[ spiderman ] an upside-down kiss, just like in the movie
[ mistletoe ] a playful or romantic kiss under a mistletoe
[ hand ] a chivalrous kiss on the back of the partner's hand
[ lingering ] a long, slow kiss filled with emotion and desire
[ neck ] a kiss or gentle sucking on the partner's neck
[ nape ] a kiss placed at the nape of the partner's neck
[ teasing ] a light brushing of lips against a partner's skin without fully kissing
[ earlobe ] a light nibble on the partner's earlobe
[ tango dip ] a kiss shared while one partner is dipped backward
[ celebration ] a joyful and exuberant kiss to celebrate an achievement or milestone
[ stolen ] a quick, stealthy, and impromptu kiss snatched in secret
[ bite ] a playful kiss that involves some light biting
[ goodbye ] a heartfelt kiss when parting, showing affection and fondness
[ rain ] a romantic kiss in the rain
[ scars ] a gentle kiss on the partner's scar(s)
[ injury ] a careful kiss on a partner's wound to make it all better
[ wedding ] a romantic kiss shared during a wedding ceremony
[ comfort ] a tender kiss to provide comfort or reassurance
[ sunset ] a kiss shared during sunset, often romantic and serene
[ butterfly ] a light fluttering of eyelashes against the partner's skin
[ seductive ] a deep, slow, and deliberately intense kiss filled with passion and desire
[ shoulder ] a tender kiss on the partner's shoulder
[ knuckles ] a kiss on each individual knuckle of the partner
[ slow motion ] a kiss in slow motion, accentuating every moment and sensation
[ reunion ] a longing kiss shared after being apart for a while
[ passionate ] an intense and fiery kiss, expressing raw desire and strong emotion
[ underwater ] a kiss shared while submerged in water
[ wrist ] a tender kiss on the inside of the partner's wrist
[ wake up ] a loving kiss to wake the partner up
[ apology ] a kiss offered as a way to apologize or make amends
[ hummingbird ] a series of light, rapid, and fluttery kisses on a small area
[ trail ] a trail of kisses along the partner's jawline or collarbone
[ blowing ] a kiss in the air and send of the gesture towards the partner
[ surprise ] a sudden kiss to catch the partner off guard
[ hickey ] a kiss that's supposed to leave a mark on the partner's skin
[ single lip ] a sucking or nibbling of one of the partner's lips
[ nose ] an affectionate gesture where partners rub their noses together
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