The Dance

Yeah Sevika’s hot but don’t you guys think she’s also cute? Like whenever her eyes widen when she’s surprise UGHHH SHE’S ADORABLE😩❤️

Luisa Madrigal x Reader

⚠️Warning⚠️ Implied (but not directly written) sexual content. Minors, y’all should skip this one just to be on the safe side. If you choose to ignore these warnings, that is your own fault!!! Once more, I am not fluent in Spanish so if I make any errors, pls let me know so I can fix them. Also, while I try to write gender neutral characters, I tend to lean more towards the feminine side unconsciously and would very much like to break that habit, so any tips you have to offer are greatly appreciated💕 Set after the movie’s events.

You had absolutely no idea how Luisa managed to get out of bed each morning. If you had a bed like this, plush like a cloud and warm but not stifling, you would never get up. You remembered the first time you saw it, just hanging out as friends despite the absolutely massive crush you harbored on her. The rumors about the extraordinary bedrooms of the Madrigal’s turned out to be true and your tour of the room consisted of navigating through the huge area with impossible marvels around each turn. To the meticulously polish weights to the rocky lagoon that changed temperature to whatever Luisa was feeling, you found yourself in awe. It was all clearly touched by the Madrigal Miracle, you could feel magic hanging in the air, yet it was all so distinctly Luisa and put you immediately at ease, much like the girl herself. But el evento principal, at least to you, was the massive bed shaded by a large fruit tree, magical sunlight dappled through the branches and casting shapes on the comforter. Luisa had just continued on talking about the room tour, but your eyes stayed glued on the bed and your thoughts took a nosedive into the gutter. That moment, no matter how long ago it happened, stayed with you. You could feel the heat in your face and see the strange look Luisa gave you when she realized you were staring.

Little did you know, that Luisa had been thinking the same, much to her embarrassment. The way you stared at the bed then at her made the muscles in her arms twitch, the urge to throw you over her shoulder growing ever stronger. It took another several months till her fantasy became reality. You have been together for a while now and never shared anything more than a passionate kiss and some light petting. But last night, both of you in high spirits after a particularly lively fiesta. After the members of the family retired to bed, you had tagged along with Luisa, barely managing to wait for her door to close before pulling her into a kiss. So you kissed and kissed some more and, with some difficulty, eventually found yourselves standing before her bed. Both of you stared at the imposing piece of furniture, then back at each other. It was you who took a deep breath and took her hand, bringing it to your lips and pressing light kisses to each knuckle. “I love you”. The words were so soft, she felt them against her fingertips. “Can..would you want to..”, the words got stuck in her throat as she saw the absolute adoration shining in your eyes as you tugged her into the bed and straddled her waist. She had to be oh so delicate, hands balling into the mattress lest she react too strongly. But what you did to her, how lovely your lips looked trailing wet kisses down her neck, her chest, her thighs, it made her heart pound throughout the night as her ceiling stars shined silvery light onto your bodies and the quickly growing pile of discarded clothing.

You finally pulled yourself out of bed the next morning, naked save for the soft blanket draped around your shoulders. You could feel her eyes on your back as you stretched, reveling in the sounds of your sore muscles popping. However, the serenity of the moment was shattered when you attempted to stand and immediately felt your knees buckle and you hit the floor. Luisa sat up so fast that the covers flew in the air. “You alright”, she peered over the side of the bed. Her voice was hoarse and pride floated through you knowing you were the cause of it. You poked your thigh and a tingling sensation spread, as if you had done a hardcore leg workout for hours on end, “I’m perfect”. It took two tries but you managed to pull yourself up and stumble to the small pitcher of perpetually cold water. Pouring a glass, you turned and offered it to Luisa, just as she finished peeling an orange from a low hanging branch. You both smiled, you fondly and her slightly embarrassed. You sat back on the bed and accepted the fruit while handing her the water. She drained the glass quickly as you bit into the fruit. You hummed in appreciation at the taste, eyes closing blissfully. The gulping of water stopped and your eyes opened again. A stray droplet of juice escaped out the side of your mouth and slid down your chin and neck, Luisa’s eyes following it intensely. Her face went red as she realized you caught her staring. You just smiled and wiped it off before falling back into the bed. Luisa set the glass on a small table and turned, using one hand to pluck you up and drop you into her lap. You felt yourself melting as her strong hands rubbed at your shoulders, even going so far as to moan gently as the sore muscles were once again worked by her. She snorted and buried her head into the crook of your neck, peppering the skin with kisses and giggles. You reached and carded your fingers through her loose curls, eyes focusing on an absolutely gorgeous blotch of purplish-red on her shoulder. The both of you somehow managed to mark each other in easy to cover spots, both looking like you lost a fight with how many lovely little bruises covered your skin. “We’re gonna have to get up soon”, you murmured to her. With a powerful exhale, she nodded, yet her arms just tightened around you. “I guess a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt”.

I want a girlfriend to go on adventures with. I want to travel to old castles and make up stories about the people who lived there. I want to travel the world with her and then I want to come back home and bake cookies at 2 AM and dance around the kitchen.

End of a Day // Luisa Madrigal x Reader.

A/N: okay, so I LOVE Luisa and I need to write some of those adorable prompts for her…enjoy, dear readers!

Prompt: cuddling with Luisa and taking a bath with Luisa (fluff version).

Pairing: Luisa Madrigal x Reader (female pronouns used).

Luisa sighed softly, her muscular body leaning against the closed door.

What a damn day…it had been one of those days and every part of her felt it still, a dull ache throbbing throughout her entire body. Every muscle ached and burned, her feet felt so sore. Even her mind felt it, a headache thrumming in her head and refusing to let her be. All day, she had been wanting everything to be over…but more then that, she had been wanting you.

Her Y/N.

Just the thought of your name, so sweet on her tongue and soothing to her soul, had Luisa smiling softly.

All day she had thought of you and her arms had longed to drop her heavy burdens and take you up instead. And now with the work finally over (at least for now), she could finally do just that…but where were you?

Looking around her bedroom, Luisa did not see you as she normally did.

Her home had changed since you had come along, Casita shifting to make a place for you in her life. It was now like a little apartment, pieces of you scattered all over. The yellow kitchen (with your recipe book still open on the counter, always warm and smelling of good things), the living room (your books alongside her and your sewing box on the table), and even the bedroom (your sweater hanging on the chair) was empty…which only left one place to check.

“Amore?”

Moving slowly across the bedroom, Luisa opened the door to the bathroom..and there you were.

Steam filled the little room and you sat on the edge of the tub, swirling in bath oils as a little song played on the radio. Clad in only a silken robe of brightest blue, little golden butterflies scattered all over it, you looked so lovely in the light of the setting sun.

Gold melted over you as you looked up, smiling at her.

“Luisa!” You said so sweetly (no one said her name like you did, oh, you made it sound like magic). “How was your day?”

“It was…a day.”

“I had a feeling,” you replied. “so I started a bath. Care to join me?”

Nodding silently, Luisa smiled as you helped her undress. She could have done it herself but she liked so much when you did it, the feeling of your fingers making her heart soar. Leaving the blouse and skirt pooled on the floor, you kissed her aching shoulders softly, undoing her hair from the ribbon and letting her thick curls fall free. Sinking into the warm water, Luisa sighed in delight. Already she was relaxing. Perched on the edge, you washed her hair gently and just let her vent about everything.

You were always willing to listen.

And she loved that, knowing that at the end of everything, you would always be there to pick her up when she fell apart.

“…and I’m just happy it’s over, you know?”

“I do, baby.”

Pouring the small jug of water over her, Luisa sighed as the hot water poured down her scalp and shoulders.

A shudder of pleasure shot down her spin, pretty lips twitching into a lazy smile. Opening her eyes just so, Luisa could see you through her lashes as you rinsed her hair and hummed along to the radio. Oh, you were so pretty! So perfect!

Noticing her secret gaze, you kissed the top of her head and whispered a question.

“Is there anything I can do to make it better?”

“Well…there is something you can do, amore…”

Her rough hands gently tugged on the strings of your robe, letting it fall away as you giggled a little bit.  Lips peppered all over your breasts and belly, each soft kiss making you sight so happily, until she couldn’t wait any longer. Lifting you up, Luisa pulled you into the tub and sat you between her legs, resting you against her breasts. Water rippled and rose, nearly pouring over the edge, as you settled into her.

The sound of her heartbeat, steady and strong, thumped in her chest and you smiled.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Luisa whispered. “I needed this.”

“Anything for you, baby.”

Taking your hand in hers, Luisa kissed your fingers sweetly, still marveling at the fact that you were hers…all hers.

The two of you stayed like that for a long while.

Bathing one another with the rose-scented soap and old washcloths, you just enjoyed the warmth of the bath and, even better, the warmth of one another. It was such a simple moment but it was everything to Luisa. Everything she could ever want or need…In time, she rose up from the bath and carried you out with her. Drying one another with the fluffy towels, you walked hand in hand into the bedroom. Luisa wore her simple nightgown, a white cotton dress that ended below her knees, and you wore one of her shirts. It looked so big on you and she loved that.

The bed, as big as it happened to be, was still a little small for the both of you but neither one minded very much.

Leaning against the big pillows, you held your book in one hand and left the other to rest in Luisa’s still damp curls. Her head rested on your heart, eyes closed. Long lashes curled against her cheeks and you smiled, thinking her so pretty.

Wrapped in a swath of handmade quilts, colorful and warm, the two of you cuddled close.

“Will you read to me?”

“Always,” you replied.

It was a little thing but she liked it…she asked for it often. Whatever you were reading, you would read aloud and she would fall asleep slowly.

“The man’s voice spoke again: ‘Are you very tired?’ ‘Oh, tonight, I gave you my soul and I am dead!’ ‘Your soul is a beautiful thing, child,’ replied the man’s grave voice ‘and I thank you! No emperor ever received so fair a gift. The angels wept tonight.’ Raoul heard nothing after that…”

And she slept.

Mumbling something you could not understand, Luisa held you in a sleepy embrace and you smiled at the sight of her. She was yours…all yours.

Turning your eyes to the page, you returned to your story and read a bit more.

Soon, though, you would join her in your dreams. Even as you slept, you belonged to her, dreaming only of your true lover. In dreams, she did not have to work so hard and the days were not so long. There was only and her and love.

A happy ending to a long day.

Dibujito de Luisa💖

[image description: there is a stick person lying in bed with a blush on their face and hearts around their head with a thought bubble that says “butches” next to them. end id.]

so i learned about comp het...

Perfect proposal

@animelilou again I don’t think I quite hit the mark on what you wanted, but it is what I came up with.

“Isa! You’re just the Madrigal I’m looking for!” You declared, running up to Luisa’s older sister. She looked a little surprised. “I need your help.” You announced, which earned a sarcastic once over. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m going to propose and- Camilo!” Camilo dropped his Isabella shape and phased through his dad and Abuela before going back into himself. He stood for a moment in shock.

“Can I help?!?” He asked suddenly, looking excited.

“I guess, sure why not. If you have a brilliant idea, I’m all ears.” He thought for a moment.

“I have the best idea!” A few minutes later you were both standing behind Cassita as he laid out his plan.

“So I’ll be like” he shifted into a slightly evil looking cross between Mariano and Tio Bruno that loomed over the ground menacingly. “And you’ll be like ‘help help!’” He threw himself to the ground dramatically taking your form before jumping back up. “And Luisa will be like ‘I’ll save you’.” He shifted to Luisa and stood to the side of the previous two positions, chest puffed out hands on his hips. “And I’ll be like ‘run away run away!’” He shifted back into the evil character and ran in place. “And then you’ll be like ‘oh amor you saved me. Marry me!’” He said throwing himself on the ground again. Then he jumped back up turning into himself. “What do you think?”

“Needs more suspense.” You both jumped as Bruno’s voice sounded off to the side.

“It’s a marriage proposal, we’re not trying to traumatize her.” You said. “I appreciate the effort though.”

“Ugh fine.”

“I may want you to help anyway, even if it isn’t to create a damsel in distress situation.” You said fluffing his hair.

The real Isabella was definitely more help.

“Let me see the ring.” She said sitting on her bed with you. The ring was simple, a thin band of gold you had a craftsman in the village fashion from a necklace you inherited. An appropriately sized piece of clear spinel, what you could afford, sat in the center with tiny stones surrounding it.

“It isn’t much, definitely not as good as she deserves.”

“It’s perfect. She’ll love it.” Isa said, waving off your concerns. “It’s unique, and from the heart. That’s what matters. Now, what did you have in mind?”

“Certainly nothing as dramatic as Camilo’s idea.” Isa laughed.

“Dolores told me all about it.”

“I was wondering if you could use your gift to grow plants in a ‘will you marry me?’ formation. Or just ‘marry me?’ if that would be easier.”

“You aren’t honestly suggesting I would shirk on a proposal to my sister?”

“No, but I don’t want it to be super inconvenient for anyone either.” Isa waved a dismissive hand.

“You have gotten Abuela’s blessing, right?”

“Yes, a couple days ago. She asked what was taking so long.” You gave a sheepish laugh.

“Why don’t we look at potential spots tomorrow?” Isa suggested, “make sure we have the perfect spot.” You nodded and hugged her just as Luisa came in. You jumped and managed to stow the ring before she saw it.

“I, uh.” She looked back and forth between you both. “I was looking for you, y/n.”

“Well, you found me. What’s up?” You asked walking to the door.

“Nothing, I just haven’t really seen you today.” You nodded and took her hand, pulling her from the room. Once you were both on the landing you hugged her tight.

“I missed you too.” You said feeling her relax into the hug.

The next morning you and Isa traveled the entirety of the valley finding the perfect spot. Ultimately you settled for a clearing about a mile from the house. You leaned together whispering about how you would Augstin proof the area and get the plants where they needed to be. Luisa walked past where you sat, heads together planning, receiving a little wave each time before you put your attention back on Isa.

Isa got the plants arranged perfectly, using cacti and aloe, as well as orchids to spell out the proposal. Antonio with his animal friends and Camilo hung the curtains Mirabel had sewn right in front of them. Antonio was also placed on bee management, for Agustin’s sake.

The day arrived, and you slipped a note with directions under Luisa’s door. The note simply said ‘we need to talk’.

You stood in the clearing, fidgeting with your prettiest dress as a very distraught Luisa approached.

“I saw your note.”

“Luisa.” You moved to kneel and she cut you off.

“No no. I get it. Isabella is perfect she’s beautiful, she makes flowers grow.”

“Luisa?”

“I can under why you would choose her, I mean I’m just a big dumb.”

“Luisa!”

“My point is you two have my blessing. I know I can’t keep you and.”

“LUISA!”

“What?”

You dropped to a knee, pulled the box from your pocket and held it open. You stayed like that for a second before you remembered that you hadn’t said the trigger phrase.

“We need to talk!” You yelled over your shoulder. The curtains didn’t pull back so much as fall down, and you winced at the ‘oof!’ that had to have come from Agustin. The rest of the family stood awkwardly gesturing to the “Will you marry me?” in plants which had also suffered casualties from the falling curtain. The new message was ‘Will vou marrv me?’. You looked back at Luisa, cringing slightly at the disaster this had turned into.

Luisa.exe had stopped working. She stood, mouth slightly agape, blinking repeatedly. Slowly her hand raised to her mouth, tears dripping down her cheeks.

“Darling, I’m so sorry, I know this is kind of, well, worse than I inte-.” You started to rise but didn’t get any further as you found you were not on the ground any more. She hugged you tightly, spinning you in a circle hard enough that the ring box bounced off into the bushes, retrieved by one of Tio Bruno’s rats moments later. She kissed you hard before letting up.

“I take it that’s a ‘yes’? You asked, grinning.

“Yes. Yes!” She said. She set you down and you collected the ring from the rat and put it on her hand, her eyes never leaving your face. The rest of the family cheered, and Agustin ate the snack Julietta packed in case of emergencies.

Congratulations were extended, as well as a light bop on the head by a vine for Luisa. ‘As if I would steal your girlfriend.’ And there was a recounting of Camilo’s idea, which had been molded by Bruno into something truly dramatic. Eventually you were both left alone in the clearing. You flopped down to lay on the grass and Luisa joined you, linking her fingers with yours.

“I’m sorry.” She said softly.

“What for?” You asked rolling onto your side.

“I let my anxiety get the better of me instead of trusting you.”

“Hey, in hindsight, I wasn’t doing a very good job of not looking sneaky. And I was looking sneaky with your older sister too, of all things. I should have been more careful with your feelings.”

“You are wonderful.” She sighed, “I can’t imagine a better proposal.”

“I can, in fact I planned one. Should have asked Tio Felix to pull the other side of the curtain. He’s less accident prone.” Luisa laughed and pulled you over on top of her.

“It was perfect.”

sevika hcs is so cute 

One sided love with Arcane women

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Gn!reader, angst, some violence(?), unhinged stuff just like the rest of us.

*Asks for suggestions to help with writer's block, proceeds to get even more writer's block.*

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Caitlyn:

She's always had a little crush on you.

How couldn't she? You were amazing, fantastic in every possible way. You were wonderful. Brighter than the streets of Piltover during the summer, grander than the galas and parties she had grown accustomed to.

It was a steady buildup over the years. A classical dance around the lines of platonic hugs and lingering touches. Sneaking out of parties and running down the cold streets of the topside with ruined clothes and only the lights for guidance.

She thought that having you close by would be enough.

It wasn't enough.

It was as if that feeling of want grew the longer she looked into your eyes, the tighter she hugged goodbye.

Soon enough, she lies on her bed wishing that it was you beside her and not the pillow she's clung to.

She told you in an alleyway, the moon baring witness. She couldn't see your face very well but the tone of your voice and the way you edged away from her was enough to answer her fears.

It was a bittersweet moment for you both, but Caitlyn would smile in the way she always does during parties and social events, "Hey, it's alright."

Funny how she opts to comfort you when she was the one within the bounds of breaking down.

Mel:

It was all professional at first. You worked for her, she told you what to do, you came to her once you did it.

To say that what she felt was sudden would be an understatement. She has spent so long rationalizing her own emotions that she had grown unaware of what was truly growing within her chest.

You're just someone who works for her, turned into, you're an acquaintance. Then she happened to see you more. It must have been your schedules matching up. Acquaintance turned into friend, friend...turned into something more than that but less than what she wished it would be.

Perhaps, telling you during a Hextech gathering was not the best idea. And here she was thinking that she was so smart.

Prying eyes watched as the two of you conversed like vultures pinning the weak.

They sunk their talons into her back the moment you walked away.

Jinx:

She really enjoys your company.

She really really enjoys your company.

Running around the streets of the undercity was always an adventure. Running around with you was like riding a rollercoaster, but instead of seatbelts, you're holding on to the cart for dear life.

She'll have you come down to her area. Have you watch her work on her trinkets and gimmicks and whatever she was interested in showing you. If you aren't into her kind of hobby, she'll find something else to talk about.

Talking to you was amazing. You don't cut her off, you don't jump back when she makes a grab at you and...you don't ask stupid questions. It's great.

She tells you about her life, you ask her questions that spur her on. It'll be like that for hours. Just you. Just her.

Just you and her together.

Boundaries were...certainly crossed. Even after she was told that you didn't reciprocate, she threw a little tantrum, huffed away like a little child, but she would always come right back.

It was a test. A test of seeing how much you were willing to put up with until you finally left her.

The same way everybody does.

Vi:

Stillwater was...an experience. Years of lost time that she could never get back.

Meeting you was one of the best things that could have happened to her. You didn't care that she was a criminal, you didn't care that she blamed herself for what happened in the past, the present or even the future.

Her time in stillwater had taken its toll on her. A child that was haunted by her past and had only the markings on the walls to count her days, thrown into a pit of sadistic guardsmen and bumbling hooligans. But none of that mattered to you.

To you, she was human. Nothing more, nothing less.

You helped her in ways she's always wanted someone to, in ways she never even knew you could. A loyalty strong enough to rival those topsiders and their privelege was formed between you.

Loyalty. Is what Vi would have called it. Loyalty in a form that included drunken cuddles and late night discussions about everything and anything. Loyalty that skipped over the bounds of another similar word Vi was too scared to say.

When she does. Loyalty soon turns into regret. Regret turns into fear. Fear sparks the embers that light the fire of anger.

The walls build up, but not as fast as the sinkhole that crumbles beneath it. It hurts. Raw and unfiltered like the same concrete steps that they took to her cell. Screw you.

Screw. you.

Sevika:

Working has never been one of the best things in her life. It's always 'Sevika do this.' or 'Sevika do that.' and even, 'Sevika there's someone who did this. Straighten them out.'

She was a mule, a person to do the dirty work when you don't want to.

That's why it was a delight to have you around. You two could spend hours talking over the most gruesome things through slurred speeches and animal like snorts. You listened, shouted and even argued with her. Nearly even got into a fist fight.

And yet, you were the first person she has never wanted to bash their skull in.

The bars all knew her name, the streets screamed it better. But you.

You said it best.

Sevika. Sevika. Sevika.

"You're falling for me aren't you?" It was a joke. Everything between the two of you were buzzed out jokes until they weren't. Was this? Was this liking towards you something of humour or somethings more?

Humour. Most definitely humour.

"Nah. You smell worse than ya speak."

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