#It was a long time coming
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Imagine being an undercover agent who once infiltrated Umbrella and grew close to Luis Serra. You were forced to separate from him, never telling him why and broke his heart in the process. When you thought that you have finally moved on, you find him again. Tied up in a sack.
“What’s in Spain?”
“My home. A village, to be exact. And remote. The people there could use people like us to help them. No one would be able to find us there. Not even Umbrella. There, we can disappear.”
“…I’m sorry, Luis. I can’t.”
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“You seem distracted.”
“What?” you blink, immediately biting your tongue after. But it was too late, you were caught red-handed.
“Case in point,” your partner Leon sighs. “So, what is it? What’s on your mind?”
You reply with a frown, “I’m wondering how deep these tunnels go. Must have something important down here for these… villagers to go through the trouble of trying to lock it up inconspicuously.”
It was such a blatant lie, the blond’s stony expression showed that he wasn’t buying it at all. But Leon doesn’t say anything. Instead, he leads on with his gun and flashlight pointing forward in the darkness. You were relieved that he didn’t press further.
But he’s also right. You were distracted and on a mission where a steady, focused mind is imperative at all times. Mulling over the past on things that were best laid forgotten is meaningless and offered no benefit to the task at hand. So why bother even allowing it to weigh so heavily in your thoughts?
Because what are the odds that this is the same place that he mentioned? The one that he wanted to hide away with you within? Given everything you’ve seen so far, with all these monsters roaming about, you sincerely hope not. Surely this is all coincidental and that he is in some other part of Spain.
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“You mentioned that you grew up in Spain, right? What was it like there?”
“Oh? For once you don’t want to talk about work or whatever ingenius discoveries I’ve made recently? Pero, you actually want to engage in small talk? It must be a sign!”
“Answer the question or I’m requesting a department change.”
“Calma, calma. I only tease. Hmm… The weather can be unforgiving, especially during the rainy season. The people live day-to-day on whatever resources that can grow or be found under the constantly harsh conditions. Sickness often spreads and the treatment is… archaic.”
“This all sounds awful.”
“It wasn’t all bad. Everyone in our small community had someone to support them. I had my grandfather. He helped shape me to be the man I am today. A very handsome man at that, with both brains and brawn. In case, you didn’t notice already.”
“He must be very proud of you.”
“I hope so...”
“You don’t keep in touch?”
“So interested in my life story all of a sudden. And yet I still know so little of yours.”
“What’s there to know? There’s not much to tell.”
“See, that is where you’re wrong, my friend. A key to a great story is time to gather your thoughts. And I wouldn’t mind making time to listen to yours. How does after work sound? There’s an excellent coffee spot around the corner.”
“…You know what? A drink sounds great.”
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You should have rejected him then and there. The task was only to gather information and find evidence of the production of biochemical weaponry. Forming attachments was not part of the job. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to deny him then, convincing yourself that it was necessary to reinforce your cover. You were seen as just a researcher forging deep interpersonal relationships with your fellow coworker and not at all a spy for the government sent to infiltrate a pharmaceutical giant for secrets that could topple a nation.
No one suspected a thing- not Umbrella, not your handlers, not even him. It worked. But it didn’t make you feel any less guilty about it, especially when you developed real feelings for him and he reciprocated them earnestly and affectionately. At first, you meant to play along with no intention of taking him seriously. The Spanish researcher expressed himself as a man who talks a big game but settles down or folds over for no one. He had a reputation within the labs as a serial flirt after all.
However, the day he casually asked you out, he surprised you. Beneath all the playful, charming remarks and practiced come-hither smirks belied a genuine romantic. He was a man passionate about his work, driven by a real desire to help others. He cared about other people, evident at how intently he listened to you when your shared bits of yourself to him. Granted, much of what you said then was fabricated to uphold your secret identity, but he showed unwavering interest in you and the image you created as if you two were only people in that coffee shop that mattered. After one date came another, then another, then another until you lost count. You fell for him and you fell for him hard. And before you knew it, at his suggestion, the two of you moved in together.
It was a dream. A wonderful dream. You couldn’t remember the last time you lived a normal life, let alone someone to come home to. It was such a domestic feeling. To go wit him to work by day then go home together by night to fall asleep in each other’s arms and do it all over again the following morning. To fall into a routine was strange and something you grew affectionately accustomed to. And it was all because of him. He made you feel safe. He made you feel loved. He made you feel normal. But it was only a dream. And all dreams eventually come to an end.
It got to a point where you dug yourself so deep that by the time you had to shed your identity and leave him, it left scars that neither of you would ever recover from.
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“¿Qué? What do you mean, you can’t?”
“I can’t go to Spain with you.”
“Is it the location? We can go anywhere you want,l, but we have to make sure we hide our tracks from Umbrella-”
“I mean that I can’t go with you. Anywhere. Period.”
“¿Mande? Why.”
“I want to tell you, I really do.”
“…Tú no me quieres.”
“No! Of course I do.”
“Then why? Why can’t you run away with me? I can protect us, you just have to trust-”
“This isn’t about trust.”
“Then tell me what it is!”
“…This isn’t going to work. I’m sorry, I have to go.”
“L-Lo siento, mi corazon. I didn’t meant to shout. We can work through this-”
“Just please remember that what we had was real.”
“¡Amor!”
“Goodbye, Luis.”
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That was the last time you saw him. You broke his heart, the pieces of yours shattered away with every step that you took away from him. Revisiting those memories all caused a single tear to fall down your cheek.
You have to move on. It’s been long enough. It was all to protect him, you told yourself countless times. In your line of work, attachments just do not (and cannot) stick. And you stuck with that choice without an ounce of regret. You only hope that wherever Luis is now, he’s happy and safe. That alone kept you going.
When you finally broke yourself out of your daze, you found yourself facing a wall. You quietly berated yourself for your absentmindedness again and were grateful for the darkness. Luckily, your fellow agent didn’t notice you or your inner turmoil, something else catching his attention at the end of the tunnel.
“Over here. I found someone.”
Your head snaps towards Leon’s direction, your heartache momentarily dulled and set aside. “Ashley Graham?”
“Don’t know yet,” Leon replies, crouching down. “Here, hold the light.”
You hurry over to the blond’s side, taking the flashlight from him and directing it towards his finding. A large sack, big enough for a person, was flailing about. The sound of muffled struggling reaches your ears. Leon unties the top of the thick cloth before pulling it down. You almost didn’t believe what, or rather, who you were seeing. But your eyes were blown wide in recognition before Leon rips the tape off of their mouth. There was no mistaking those rugged features, that dark hair, and those grey eyes that you fell in love with helplessly so long ago.
It was him. The man that haunted your every thoughts and dreams. The man that dug his way into your heart and made a home there.
Luis Serra Navarro.
“Oh no, not you.”
The man merely gazes back at you, momentarily stunned before chuckling in that husky voice of his that you thought you’d never hear again.
“I’ve missed you too, mi corazon,” he says. His eyes glide over your form lasciviously, uncaring that you (and your partner) can see him staring shamelessly. He looked and smiled at you as if the years spent apart never happened. “Te ves bien.”
You had so many questions.
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A/N: Part Two can be found right here~
#luis serra#resident evil 4#luis serra navarro#luis serra x reader#luis serra imagine#re4 luis#re4 remake#resident evil x reader#it was a long time coming#but I finally finished this piece#I do want to continue off of this#two people rekindling a love they thought they put behind them#I’m a sucker for stuff like that#not proofread#resident evil imagines#zer0pm imagine#my writing#was rushing too so will go back to fix and improve some bits#but hope you enjoy!
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the chosen + the disciple whom jesus loved
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After a long internal battle , I finally came to terms with the fact that I'm 100% an ethogirl
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Honestly iconic to have you two coming back both with the name Bret in your urls. This is how it was always meant to be. Welcome back!
What a comeback, huh? @jessbret
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Collateral readers, get ready for a new character to enter the ring!
You understand why men wage wars over love and lust. Hyejin is living proof of why so many sonnets and classic literature pieces are steeped in maniacal desperation over a woman some lonely man saw at a passing glance one time.
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I'm Free
Just dropped out of a zine I was modding for. It's a Fire Emblem one and it's the sole reason I'm done with that fandom for the majority. I know I'll have people coming for me to tell me I'm the asshole and whatnot - I don't care. I've dealt with the bs long enough and I finally had it.
Don't test me - you won't like what you get back.
#text post#vent#rant#it was a long time coming#very happy to be out of there#the other zines I'm modding are lovely and they let me know I'm not crazy for my feelings on the matter#Don't care what anyone thinks of me#I'm tired of being nice#Jackie's in her don't give a fuck era let's go
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Got myself a tongue piercing to make 14yo me happy ✌🏼
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Few celebrities have made the entire journey from someone I think is kinda fun to someone who annoys the fuck out of me. You’re one of a kind, Chrissy Tiegen.
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Welp, I officially quit my job today. It was bringing me far too much stress and my manager was just…not good. So I am once again unemployed, but I think I’m going to start up commissions
So if y’all are interested…keep an eye out for a commission sheet! 👀✨
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I can't tell you the moment that it happened but I knew I was over it when thinking about him with someone else didn't give me a pang in my chest anymore.
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Congrats to Emmy winner Kieran Culkin
#succession#Kieran culkin#Roman Roy#the complete destruction of Roman omg#it was a long time coming#the way Kendall pushed to the edge of suicide just like Logan used to do to him#Roman tried to be Logan and was a complete mess at it totally fucked in the head#and Kendall who was the number one boy Logan’s favorite target is the one who got it right#I’m just haisbwkdbdokedhidendbr#this show dude#it can’t be over#succession spoilers
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(deepest sigh imaginable) I bought more watercolours
#But hey I'll finally have a more neutral red#so I don't have to mix Pyrrol Orange and Alizarin Crimson every single time#it was a long time coming#also got some cool metallic copper paint#since my gansai set may have some silver and gold but it doesn't have a copper#and I think I'd like to try incorporating it#also got a new kneaded eraser since I left mine at Domi's place#Domi if you're reading this you can keep the eraser it's still mostly fine and you need a new one#I'll just take back the little case it came in if you don't mind#since they don't have them atm >:(
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Eighth year drarry is my safe place.
It's like a niche where I find myself everytime I'm confused as to what to read next or can't exactly decide what it is that I crave. I go and find an eighth yr fic that suits my mood and taste and I'm bound to find one.
It's like my comfort food. My well worn shirt. a canvas which u can fill with any pallet and you can't go wrong. Any and every trope u name it you have it on an eighth year fic. It's like going back home after wandering aimlessly coz there is something so uniquely charming and special about this entire concept. The variety and quality and sheer number to read has me flailing.
It's a playground where every writer can try their move and it's a win win. Like it's that mould that can fit anything inside it and look pretty.
Those late night talks abt hushed nightmares, those bold statements of who you want to be cz fuck it the war is over and we are silly teenagers we will get drunk till dawn for all we care after a long game of truth Or dare u name it. The angst, the freedom, the intense urge to let go and kiss that one person you always wanted but didn't have the fn time to even realise u did bc wAr.
Becoming an animagus perhaps? Or opening a duelling club in the chamber of secrets or better the room of requirements? Wanking in the showers after a hot seekers match with your ex arc rival? Or a nice and stubborn bonding spell maybe? Awkward Apologies? Stilted Forgiveness? Coming out? ROOMMATES??? PTSD? No? wEEd?? Friends with benefits should hit the bill definitely? Yes??? YES???
Yes. To all of that and sooooo much more the list is endless and the list I have in my diary will have me prattling till next year itself.
So that was my little eighth year drarry appreciation post bc it's a pain to keep all this love inside me anymore without going into random rants to myself in the darkness.
So there.
#Drarry#drarry#draco malfoy#harry potter#Eighth year#draco/harry#Fan fiction#archive of our own#Eighth yr appreciation post#It was a long time coming#And this isn't even half of it#Tropes#Themes#Writing#Reading#Harry Potter fandom#hogwarts eighth year#drarry squad#draco x harry#harryx Draco
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“Jews killed the Tsar” ok? Is that a bad thing?
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I cried for the first time in forever, tonight
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Chapters: 9/?
Fandom: The 1975 (Band), Taylor Swift (Musician)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: George Daniel/Matthew Healy, Matthew Healy/Taylor Swift, Matthew Healy&Taylor Swift, Karlie Kloss/Taylor Swift
Characters: Taylor Swift, Matthew Healy, Selena Gomez
Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Eating Disorders
Summary:
“As I was saying, after the incident at your concert last night,” Tree restarted and Matty opened his mouth as if to question what the incident was, but was silenced by a glare from Jamie. “We need to move the speculation away from Taylor’s relationship with Karlie, and what many are claiming was a heated kiss shared between them, and onto her relationship with a new male suitor. Which is you.”
“Me?!” Matty exclaimed, bursting out laughing, it seemed his role in the cluster fuck had finally clicked. “You want Taylor Fucking Swift to pretend to date me, to save her image, because she got caught kissing her girlfriend at one of our gigs?” He ran his fingers through his hair, laughing even harder. “Are you guys aware that I am a raging alcoholic with a slight drug problem? I don’t think being linked to me will help rehabilitate anyones image.”
#allylikethecat#you know where the city is#matty x taylor#matty x taylor fake dating au#just a reminder that i started posting this before whatever happened between them#i mean no harm#sorry this update took ten years#it was a long time coming#surprise#i hope you like it#please let me know im going to be needy about it#keep it kind
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