#sera’s stories

[simple-seranade]

Repair My Broken Gears

Something is wrong with Scar. Cleo regrets signing up for this.

(That’s a lie. They’re terrified what would have been if they hadn’t.)

CW: loneliness, arguing? that’s about it

in which sera takes a single line of dialogue scar had about knowing loneliness and runs with it

(also i was thinking of @stiffyck the entire time i was writing this so like. sorry if this tag is unwanted lol)

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Look, Cleo isn’t worried. She isn’t. She isn’t.

But-

It’s just-

She sighs, running a hand through their tangled orange hair as they watch Bdubs and Scar bicker and laugh by the animals.

It’s something about the way Scar seems so insistent on finding a way to be useful. How he makes off-handed comments about knowing what it’s like to be alone, accompanied by a flippant laugh that does nothing to quell the small pit that grows in Cleo’s stomach at the words. How his face will fall for a split second when Cleo jokes not to call them “mom” before bouncing back to that damn grin of his. How that grin becomes so much more real when she does something as simple as toss him some food or ruffle his hair.

So no, Cleo isn’t worried. Just… healthily concerned. 

They can practically hear Joe lecturing them about emotional awareness. He is so lucky he doesn’t come to these things, otherwise she would be whittling his clock down without a second thought.

A shout rings out across entertainment mountain, and Cleo sees Scar holding Bdubs’ clock- the one Impulse gave him, not his countdown- above his head, well out of the shorter man’s reach. As Bdubs lets out a string of words that sound way cruder than they actually are, she sighs. She should probably go stop them before one of them falls off of the mountain. Again.

Void, she really did just pick two idiots to team with, didn’t she?

Still, as she approaches the two men, she can’t find it in her to regret it.

“Scar! Bdubs!” 

Their gazes snap towards her, eyes wide. Bdubs is the first to start talking.

“Mom-“

“Not your mom.”

“-he took my clock!”

Scar quickly stuffs his hands in his pockets, trying and failing to look nonchalant. “What? No I didn’t!”

Cleo raises an eyebrow at him. 

“… ok, I did, but he started it!”

“I DID NOT!” Bdubs tugs on Scar’s arm, trying to get his hand- and subsequently, the shorter man’s clock- out of his pocket. This, to no one’s surprise, does not work, mostly because Scar is a good foot and a half taller than Bdubs. This does not stop him from trying. 

This also does not stop them from bickering with steadily increasing volume.

“Hey, hey, hands off the merchandise, Bdubs!”

“I put my hands where I darn well please! You keep your hands off my stuff!”

“I don’t have your stuff!”

“Bullcrap! I see it in your pocket!”

“I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“Jeez! If I had known I’d be getting conned with my own schtuff I’d have had second thoughts about this team-up!”

It’s almost unnoticeable, so quick that Cleo can almost convince herself she imagined it. But, for a split second, Scar flinches.

“I- Well, it’s what I do, Bdubs!”

“You con and lie and bully! This is bullying!”

 Void, Cleo does not get paid enough for this.

“BOYS!” 

The two men freeze in their tracks.

“Scar, give Bdubs his clock back. Bdubs, apologize for yelling- actually, wait, both of you apologize for yelling.” They cross their arms, staring the men down.

Bdubs sputters. “What- no, I’m not apologizing, why wou-“

He’s cut short by a soft clinking sound. With wide eyes, he looks between his hands, where his golden clock now sits, and Scar, whose gaze is fixed firmly on the ground as he turns away.

“Sorry, Bdubs. I’ll just- yeah. You’re good. Sorry.” 

“I- sorry, Scar, I shouldn’t have-“

“No, no, you’re fine! You can just- you stay here with Mo- Cleo, I’m gonna go get- get some air.”

“Scar, wait-“

Bdubs’ words fall on deaf ears as Scar hops off the rocks, towards the base of the mountain. He turns to Cleo, brow furrowed. “Was it something I said? Did I-“

“I don’t know, Bdubs.” The pit in her stomach is back, gnawing and twisting as she stares at the spot where Scar just was.

“… what do we do?” His voice is quiet, so unlike how it normally sounds. It makes Cleo want to shake him until he’s back to his usual self.

“We don’t do anything.” She sighs, turning to face her friend. “You go ahead and get some rest. I’ll talk to him.”

“But-!”

“No buts.”

Bdubs sags, his shoulders slouching considerably. Cleo reaches forward, laying a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, Bdubs.” She waits until he looks up, meeting their eyes. “It’ll be ok, alright?”

Bdubs pauses before nodding hastily. “Of course, of course- I- I have no doubt. The great Bdubs just- just needs to go get some sleep.”

“You go do that.” They squeeze his shoulder one last time before letting go, turning towards the edge of the mountain.

“Goodnight Mom!”

“I will stab you in your sleep!” She tosses over her shoulder as she carefully slips down, doing her best to take minimal fall damage.

Scar is… much farther down than they expected. It takes a good minute of scaling down to finally see him, walking around with a frantic fervor and muttering under his breath. The words become clearer as they approach, and with them, so does the anxious feeling creeping in her mind.

“… can’t go back up to the chests. There goes my chance at a monopoly. Still, it’s between that or them being mad at me for taking stuff and then-“

“Scar?”

The man freezes in his tracks. Cleo takes a step closer.

“Scar, what was that up there for?” She tries to keep her words from being cruel, but receives a flinch nonetheless. She’s not sure how she expects him to respond, but…

“Sorry, I’m leaving. It- It’ll not happen again, no need to worry!” The upbeat tone has no place with the shaky voice and trembling hands accompanying it as he begins pacing again. 

“You know Bdubs wasn’t actually that mad about the clock, he’s just like that-“

“No, no, he had every right to be, right? I was being a bad teammate. But- but don’t worry, I am getting out of your hair-!”

“Scar.”

Silence.

“You don’t have to leave.”

“But I do!” He faces them now, finally faces them, but they almost wish he hadn’t. His face is still in that wide smile, bright as the sun, even as tears run down his cheeks. “That’s how this works, right? Scar’s alone! Again! All he does is lie and cheat, he doesn’t care. Just betray him! You mean nothing to him anyways!” His chest heaves with unshed sobs, and his eyes are screwed shut. 

“It’s not like I can bring anything else to the team,” he continues. “After all, I die and I die and I die, I die and try to make stupid deals that only an idiot would take! Which makes me the biggest idiot of all, right? I-“

No one knows what he was going to say next, because in the same moment, a pair of arms wraps around him impossibly tight. He can’t stifle the gasp that escapes him at the contact, the warm warm warmth that enveloped him as Cleo squeezes, making his ribs creak and his heart swell. His tongue feels useless in his mouth, any words he could say stopped up in his throat. 

“Scar, I want you to listen to me.” Cleo murmurs, not letting go. “We don’t want you here because you’re useful, or pity, or any of that. We want you here for you.”

He tries to talk, void he tries, but all that escapes his lips is a high-pitched keen. Cleo- beautiful, crazy, kind Cleo- simply hugs him tighter, rubbing a hand on his back so firmly and gently that it makes his heart ache. 

“It’s ok, it’s ok. Let it out. We don’t want you to leave, the exact opposite.” She leans forward, resting her forehead on his. “We love you, Scar. We don’t want you to be alone.”

That’s all it takes for the dam to break.

Three games’ worth of pent-up sobs echo through the landscape as Scar sags, crying into Cleo’s shoulder. They hold him up, carding their fingers through his tangled hair. She doesn’t speak, but she doesn’t need to, because her arms are around Scar and she’s here and she isn’t leaving-

He doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve this, how he’s atoned for all his sins enough that he has Bdubs to tackle him in excitement when Cleo leads him back to their home. He doesn’t think he’s done enough to warrant one person being stuck with him in one of these horrid games, especially two people.

He doesn’t want to let it go, though.

The universe ticks down. Their lives lose length with every passing second they spend like this. 

But they aren’t alone, none of them, and they won’t be again.

(And if Cleo doesn’t chastise Scar the next time he calls her Mom? Well, nobody needs to know that.)

#limited life gtws #limited life spoilers #limited life #trafficblr #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #gtws angst #gtwscar #zombiecleo #zombie cleo #last life gtws #double life gtws #bdubs #limited life bdubs #limited life cleo #limited life smp #limited life fanfic #my writing #sera’s stories #traffic smp #life series #goodtimeswithscar angst #goodtimewithscar #clockers #team clockers #entertainment mountain

[robsheridan]

Sisters of the Solstice. Sweden, 1975. Rumors swirled for centuries about a secretive community of women who harnessed the power of the Solstice for dark magic that granted them eternal life. Hushed whispers called them a coven of witches and warned of ritual sacrifice, cannibalism, walking dead, communications with the devil, and a bloodlust towards any man who would dare enter their territory… but was any of it true? By the 20th century, the Sisters had long been relegated to a dusty old myth, until photographer Sera Clairmont published these photos in her Spectagoria magazine.

Clairmont gave sparse details about her time with the Sisters of the Solstice, saying she was only given access to their rituals under a vow of secrecy. “These women have only ever asked for privacy,” she wrote, “and because they protect that fiercely, they are called evil. Are they practitioners of magick? Certainly. They give themselves to the earth, and the earth returns them to life. One cannot make such exchanges without sacrifice, but that is their way. Many generations ago, these women turned to the dark arts for protection when the world of men would offer them none. Men hurt them, so they adapted to survive. That the Sisters found the devil a safer bedfellow says more about men than it does about the Sisters. And as the soil grows their bodies anew, Midsommar after Midsommar, don’t be surprised if Mother Earth is taking notes. After all, who has a world of men hurt more than she?”

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NOTE: This is a work of fiction created by me. This alternate reality horror story is part of my NightmAIres narrative art series (visit that link for a lot more). NightmAIres are windows into other worlds and interconnected alternate histories, conceived/written by me and visualized with synthography and Photoshop.

If you enjoy my work, consider supporting me on Patreon for frequent exclusive hi-res wallpaper packs, behind-the-scenes features, downloads, events, contests, and an awesome fan community. Direct fan support is what keeps me going as an independent creator, and it means the world to me.

#rob sheridan #midsommar #nightmAIres #ai horror #ai art #synthography #ai photography #synthography horror #horror stories #summer solstice #70s horror #writing #spectagoria #sera clairmont

[ghastlytofu]

I think a lot about the fact that Leliana and Sera were young orphan girls from working class families who were adopted by human noblewomen... how Leliana took to that life like a fish to water and Sera rejected it wholesale: the material excess when others have nothing, having pride in something you didn't earn but were lucky enough to be born into. But Sera being an elf meant her life with Emmald was never going to be the same as Leliana's with Cecilie. The music and etiquette lessons that carried Leliana are harsh reminders of a life that didn't make room for someone like Sera.

They're both religious but their faith leads them to the same conclusion: no one should be excluded based on who they are and no one is without worth. They're rogues who love pranks and teasing their friends, they love ✨️ WOMEN ✨️ and are vocal about it, they're willing to sacrifice themselves and gut their enemies if it means protecting their people. They're steadfast friends and devoted lovers. Leliana learned her archery skills from Marjolaine - a nobleman's sport, a game to mirror The Game, 'I made you, Leliana. I can destroy you just as easily' - while Sera learned by the sweat of her brow, practicing until the arrow hit its mark more often than not and her arms no longer shook. There are no tutors in back alleys.

Leliana forswore her old ways for the ascetic life of a Chantry sister (before taking up arms to defeat the Blight); Sera inherited Emmald's fortune and gave it all away to orphaned children despite herself being hungry and homeless, because Sera is kind and because the knowledge of where that money came from was more painful than the joy of spending it.

#the leliana and sera parallels kill me..... #in my primary world state i have my warden with leli & my inq with sera #i just think their stories resonate #someday i'll make a post w/ all their dialogue parallels but these are just Thoughts #i love them sm #leliana #sera #dragon age #dragon age origins #dragon age inquisition

[the-ghost-rat]

Name a bigger downgrade, ill wait

#hazbin hotel critical #anti hazbin hotel #vivziepop critical #girlie only saw these biblically accraute angels memes n decided thats enough research and it shows #nothing about sera & emily even resemble seraphim aside from having multiple wings & eyes all pvef #their so clearly archangels they just have seraphim slapped on them cause seraphim & cheraubim are the only two angel names vivz knows #i mean girl made LUCIFER a seraphim WHEN HIS STORY DEPENTED ON HIM BEING AN ARCHANGEL

[withoutrunes]

Sir Pentious' Death

So there's something glorious about Sir Pentious' death being INglorious.

It proves that redemption isn't about success.

What makes Sir Pentious worthy of Heaven isn't that he hurt Adam with his final attack. That'd be one thing, but this is Heaven, not Valhalla; great and epic feats of warfare are not what earns one a ticket to the Pearly Gates.

It is the courage and willingness to die to save others- i.e. not the act itself, but the decision to perform the act- that is the mark of glory, that evinces the greatness that makes redemption possible.

And we've even seen him develop this courage in a smaller subplot: look how he started out with talking to Cherri in the last episode!

But eventually he got the gumption to tell Cherri how he felt, in the most dramatic way possible.

Sir Pentious changed, and THAT change is what propelled him to make the decision to risk his life- a risk that became entirely real- to save his friends.

Letting Adam wipe out Sir Pentious, beyond being a good way to really establish just how damn STRONG Adam really was, shows that his redemption wasn't about Sir Pentious' success.

It was about Sir Pentious' heart, who he was inside.

And it was enough to earn him not just Heaven, but to appear there before the Seraphim themselves.

And you can see the heart on his design, on his bowtie!

#sir pentious #adam #hazbin hotel #spoilers #hazbin hotel spoilers #cherri bomb #sir pentious x cherri bomb #i ship it #:D #emily #sera #character analysis #death analysis #finale #hazbin hotel finale #redemption #death #character death #story analysis #story themes #themes #thematic analysis

[gear-taro]

Hey guys

Rebember the detective koshien case?

Today i had the tought of what would happen if the High-school detective contest thing was an actual thing (like in-universe it is an actual contest and not a murder thing lol)

And they invited all of the high-school detective to compete

And when i mean all....

I MEAN ALL!

#dcmk #my art #detective conan #conan edogawa #sonoko suzuki #hattori heiji #sera masumi #hakuba saguru #sorry for hakuba fans idk how to draw hin lol #i just think the idea of sonoko being force to do detective work its funny af #i guess you couod invite kaito too i guess #or eisuke if you feel like it #it would make a pretty interesting story lol #no idk why conan it's there

[lukas1606]

Lemme do it 🐏

#leon kennedy #luis sera #serennedy #vampire #story by Blveherb #des by Neyu

[iicaru2]

“He was a dreamer with fantastical ideas for all of creation...”

“...but he was seen as a troublemaker by the elders of heaven, for they felt his way of thinking was dangerous to the order of their world.”

“Drawn in by her fierce independence, Lucifer found her, and the two rebellious dreamers fell deeply in love.”

“As punishment for their reckless act, Heaven cast Lucifer and his love into the dark pit he had created...”

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parallels.

#i got to thinking way too much about the parallels between lucifer and charlies stories and well. here we are #like with all this in mind its understandable that lucifer was so scared for her #he tried this before and it didnt work out and he wanted to protect his daughter from meeting the same fate #but once he sees that she really can do this hes fully in her corner #it makes me fucking cry #and you just KNOW sera was seeing the similarities between them during episode six #i fully believe she had a similar confrontation with lucifer in the past and thats why she looked so solemn #like shes seen this before and she knows how it ends #like father like daughter i guess #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel episode 6 #welcome to heaven #charlie morningstar #lucifer morningstar #vaggie #lilith #adam #sera seraphim #lute #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel lilith #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel sera #hazbin hotel lute #thematic parallels

[shelbyinubakilee]

splinter fractures

“Lute!” Sera snapped. The younger angel was simply staring in frozen shock.

“What are you?” The girl snarled, pressing the dagger against Adam’s stomach. “What the fuck are you? How dare you wear his face, you filthy little shit?” Her hand shook, the tremor sending the knife slicing through his clothing and into his flesh. Red blood dripped from the wound, spilling onto the floor. 

That was more than enough. Lucifer snatched the back of her tunic and flung her off, sending her into the opposite wall. The cobalt and lapis tiles cracked at the impact, gold fittings bending at the force he’d flung her.

-chapter 4 by Serendipity1 /@writingfromabox

-this was oddly fun to do. Mainly drawn up at a family event. So thank you for helping me pass the time. This story is amazing!

#hazbin hotel #demon adam #adam x lucifer #lucifer x adam #lucifer morningstar #adam #sera #lute #ao3 link #adamsapple #guitarduck #amazing story!!

[madmanwonder]

Integra Need a Drink (RWBY/Hellsing)

Integra looked at Seras with a straight look on her face.

Integra: Seras.

Seras: *drinking a blood favor smoothie* Hmm?

Integra: What’s that in your hand?

The young true vampire looked at her smoothie and to her master.

Seras: *confused* Ahhhh…It’s a smoothie Integra? Do you want some? It blood favor~!

Integra gave Seras a deadpan look as he turned to look at the other person who was standing there and holding hands with Seras with a dissonant smile.

Jaune:

Integra:..no thanks you…

The head of the Hellsing Organization turned her back on the duo so she can go to her office and down an entire bottle of hard liquor to ease the stress of her headache.

#my post #poll winner #late story #rwby #rwby shitpost #hellsing #hellsing shitpost #integra hellsing #seras hellsing #seras victoria #jaune arc #jausera #traumatized innocence #shipping post #meme post #crossover au #my writing

[satoshy12]

As the Exoticist attacked and Saw Vaggie and Charlie.

The first thing they did was pulling Vaggie away.

" Where did she touch you!" "Yeah. You are too young! " "No wonder this is hell! "

Vaggie seems to forgot that. While a fallen angel she is still a child of Adam and while a massive Douchbag. He is pretty protective of them and they are to each other.

Even a Traitor is still a child of Adam. Most of his traitor children are send to Earth, yeah.... Vaggie forgot she could leave Hell and stayed with Charlie.

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The invasion ended up as the Angels wanted to make sure she is okay. And then left while wanting to force her to join them or leave her on Earth.

And making sure that that that THAT! Demon waited for marriage! Or behaved normally.

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Lucifer:" Ah this talk again... I remember as I seduced Lilith and all Heaven blamed Lilith for it. "

Spoiler all of Heaven use Lilith as example WHAT to not meet.

#hazbin Hotel #adam hazbin hotel #lute Hazbin Hotel #charlie hazbin hotel #vaggie #charlie morningstar #vaggie hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel charlie #charlie magne #angels #lucifer morningstar #hazbin adam #lilith #Exoticist Hazbin #Sera #story idea

[simple-seranade]

you know how in Greek mythology the gods would disguise themselves as mortals in distress to test humans and either reward or punish them depending on if they helped or not? hear me out:

Saint Jim, one of the most powerful gods, decides to do this little test, see if those living in the world have kindness in their hearts. So, he picks a spot, one with many neighboring kingdoms he can run through his trials, and settles. With just a bit of glamour, he’s human, glowing blonde hair hidden by a cowboy hat. He gets to building.

What he hadn’t realized initially was he wasn’t just bordered by any kingdoms- no, he was near a god. A minor god, nowhere near his status, but still one of the divine. He doesn’t plan on testing him, this Joel of Stratos, as gods are above the petty mortal things such as mean spirited attacks. They’re divine, holy, a source of good.

Then the walls go up, and Saint Jim realizes just how corrupt and astray the gods have become.

The experiment is bigger now, and Saint Jim has to push it, has to see where kindness lies and falls. He is a god, and he cares about the world and those in it. He tests each and every emperor, taking note of when they help and when they hinder and when they simply ignore.

He has to be able to repay them, after all. Return what they’ve done to him a thousand times over… for better or for worse.

#saint jim jeans #saint jimmy #jimmy solidarity #solidarity gaming #empires smp #empires smp season two #sheriff jimmy #god jimmy solidarity #esmp #esmp au #empires season 2 #empires jimmy #sera’s soliloquies #sera’s stories #empiresblr #ultimate survival smp

[robsheridan]

From the pages of SPECTAGORIA magazine issue 6, 1974. Spectagoria was a renowned underground fashion photography magazine surrounded by rumor and mystery. Founded by iconoclastic photographer/filmmaker Sera Clairmont initially as a showcase of her own work, the publication drew controversy for its dark themes and morbid imagery, which often used beauty, sexuality, and fashion as a means to, in Clairmont’s words, “let speak the darkness that surrounds us from other worlds.”

Christian groups in the United States called for a ban of the magazine, with Jerry Falwell accusing Clairmont of being “a witch and a pornographer in league with the devil himself.” Clairmont dismissed the accusations as “just more blatant examples of the sexism and double-standards that led me to forge my own path in a male-dominated industry.” But the boycott drew scrutiny to the magazine’s photographs, which at times contained images that seemed impossible, even supernatural, in nature. Some wondered if Sera Clairmont was related to Seraphina Clairmont, the famous Manhattan mystic who “spoke to demons” and lived at the mysterious Zorovic Building at the turn of the 20th century, and was rumored to have been buried alive in the building’s 1913 destruction.

Sera Clairmont went into hiding in 1976, but continued to publish Spectagoria until the early 80s, growing stranger and darker with each issue, fueling even more speculation that otherworldly powers were behind it before its abrupt end. No one knew where it was being published from, nor where - or *how* - its photos were taken. Very few copies of each issue of Spectagoria were printed, and today only a handful of scattered pages have been located and scanned. I will continue to share more pages as I find them...

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NOTE: This is a work of fiction created by me. This alternate reality horror story is part of my NightmAIres narrative art series (visit that link for a lot more). NightmAIres are windows into other worlds and interconnected alternate histories, conceived/written by me and visualized with synthography and Photoshop.

If you enjoy my work, consider supporting me on Patreon for frequent exclusive hi-res wallpaper packs, behind-the-scenes features, downloads, events, contests, and an awesome fan community. Direct fan support is what keeps me going as an independent creator, and it means the world to me.

#rob sheridan #synthography #ai art #ai horror #ai fashion #synthography horror #horror art #ai photography #70s horror #cult horror #alternate history #horror stories #writing #spectagoria #sera clairmont

[graysnetwork]

ONLY ONE

REQUEST: @fantasynsuch Reader saving luis and patching him up and they smooch and admit their feelings hehe

F!Reader X Luis Serra (ofc u Can js imagine diff pronouns)

Warnings: blood, (vague mentions of) stitching, luis being injured

Notes— I wrote this in an hour so sorry if you thinks it’s bad or really short!

You and Leon had been partners for a mission in Spain, you were mainly there to keep Leon and Ashley safe because you were a medic. Luckily there weren’t many times where Ashley had gotten hurt, you couldn’t say the same for Leon but he wasn’t looking terrible, Although he could probably have a drink after all this

And then Luis came up, Luis was very flirty; specifically with you, he insisted in staying near you, he gave you all sorts of names even though he knew your name, he liked to tease you, and do all that.

“Después de esto, would you like to go out with me” he asked you many times, of course you said no, and Leon was beginning to get very irritated with the man and his constant flirting with you.

“No, thank you for the offer though!” You replied like that every time he asked that question, he was still persistent, and still asked to hang out some time. And you still told him “no” or “no thanks, I’m much more interested in getting out of here”

Leon had spoke to you about all this asking if you were okay with him staying with you guys, and asked you “I’m not the only one getting annoyed with him right?” To which you laughed at. You assured him that it was okay and it was sort of funny to you, you’d never really had a man be so persistent and obsessed to take you out on a date. So it was fine with you.

Luis was not very serious about his flirting at first either, he was a ladies man and always flirted with women, but the way you didn’t break, really interested him. The way you declined and somehow made an even more impressive response that had him stuttering, really made him want you more.

—

But now here you were, talking to Leon through your radio, “hurry, Luis got hurt, and he might be able to make it if you get over here, I’ll send you my coordinates, just meet me there” he said and ended the conversation.

You rushed over to where Leon had told you to meet at, you finally found the both of them and Luis wasn’t looking the best. You took off his jacket and shirt and got Leon to flips him over so you could look at his wound, all Luis could do is groan in pain as he felt you stitch him up before he could lose anymore blood.

After wrapping him in bandages as well for his other wounds you and Leon decided it’d be best if you guys took a little rest and stayed where you were for a while before rescuing Ashley once again.

Leon had taken the time to go get more ammo and meet up with a merchant that always ended up meeting you guys in random places. Meanwhile you stayed with Luis while he was passed out. Just so you could keep him safe and take care of him.

Finally Luis had woken up and looked better than before. “Eh what happened?” Luis asked rubbing his eyes, he was still laid on his stomach because he had fainted like that. And Leon left before you could ask him to flip him back over, still it was best so his wound wouldn’t get irritated.

So you had just placed his shirt over his back and his jacket to his side. “Well after you got hurt, Leon dragged you over here and I stitched you up” you explained as he began to sit up, his shirt falling back onto the bed he was on, and he sat there shirtless, he grabbed the shirt and examined the blood and rip in it.

“Are you okay? You did lose a lot of blood” you asked, he nodded still looking at his shirt. “If you wanted to see me shirtless you could’ve just asked” he told you jokingly, smiling at you, “yeah sure, I definitely wanted to see you shirtless” you said sarcastically, “let me check your back” you said and he turned around for you to check.

It seemed to be looking better and the cut wasn’t oozing blood anymore which was good, “looks better” you told him, both your hand had been planted on his shoulder and back, “I’m getting the feeling you just wanted to feel me hermosa” he joked again, and you giggled.

“Whatever you want to believe Luis” you told him, and let go, he turned back around facing you again, he grabbed your hand, seeing this as the perfect chance to confess his feelings.

“Y/n, you are a very beautiful women, and your also very smart, and caring. I know I’ve been joking about many things today, but I do really want to take you out, after all this is over how would you like to go to dinner?”

“How many girls have you said that to?” You asked, “only one” he replied, you smiled at his sincerity, you held his hand “then I’d love to have dinner with you” you told him, he smiled at your response and really wanted to kiss you.

He would’ve, immediately but he couldn’t tell if that’s what you wanted, and he’s a gentleman, he would never force a kiss on anyone. “Puedo-”

“Mhm” you didn’t give him the chance to finish, he tilted his head and the two of you leaned into kiss each other, you could feel his smile against you lips, his hands were placed on your hips and your hands were placed on his shoulders

You pulled away, getting a look at Luis, seeing his face tinted red.

You stood there looking at him for a minute in silence before you heard the door to the room being moved around to get in. You moved away from Luis quickly, and Leon came in, he saw Luis up putting his shirt on “you good?” Leon asked him “I just got up but I think I’m alright” he replied, “good, now let’s go get Ashley”

Before you followed Leon out the door, Luis was putting on his jacket and gave you a wink before you walked out with your partner.

#imagines #x reader stories #fluff #oneshot #luis serra #luis serra imagine #luis serra navarro #luis serra x you #luis serra x reader #luis sera #re4 luis

[loadinghellsing]

Co ParEnTinG LiFe-

praise daughter for no longer being a coward <3

kill son for being a corrupt idiot >:(

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additionally; Alucard get permission to kill son. Parent least attached, deals with Maxwell, sparing Anderson the direct kill. Then gives Anderson the time/space to mourn

they're married your honor

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I was reminded of this thought after seeing @robotlyra's post (link) (I'd recommend giving it a read, they make quite a few good points)

#i contribute #scene #andercard #alexander anderson #hellsing alucard #seras victoria #enrico maxwell #hellsing #funny #--- #the parallels are WACK #when a story prioritizes parallels over realism #it results in soulmate level synchronization #thus #im making andercard jokes until im dead #because i will never run out of andercard jokes

[trans-luis-serra-navarro]

Deer skulls being used as symbolism for father/son relationships and lost father figures in general……….

*incoherent wailing*

#if I had a nickel for everytime a story about a poc boy being inadvertadly betrayed by their father figure so they create a life of their #own from their own hands and form their own family while letting go of that bitterness and anger through the act of storytelling made me cry #I’d have two nickels. which isn’t a lot. but it’s weird that it happened twice right #luisposting #luis serra #luis sera #luis serra navarro #luis sera navarro #re4r luis #boy 2010