How You See Sevika’s Eyes

Marsha P. Johnson Polaroids by Andy Warhol, 1974.

Sleeping with Luisa was a very comforting experience 99.9 Percent of the time. Luisa was the cuddle queen, and had a special appreciation for warm fluffy blankets. However, there was the .01 percent that could be a real beast. You woke up with severe pain radiating from your ribs and made some alarmed and pained noises that snapped Luisa back to consciousness.

“Huh? Wha? Oh! Oh My God What Did I Do?!?” Luisa was across the room, hair disheveled, and night gown off a shoulder as she stoop looking horrified in less time than it took Camilo to prank someone.

“Baby, darling, sweetheart, it’s fine, really.” You lied. Each breath really hurt, but let’s face it, talking Luisa down was sort of priority. You moved to sit up, wincing more. “I’ll go wake your mom, hell I can tell her I was out for a little stroll and tripped down the stairs.” Luisa’s lower lip started quivering and her eyes welled with tears.

“I’m so sorry!” She sobbed, her eyes frantic.

“Honey, angel, amor,” you soothed, walking over and hugging her, in-spite of the screaming ribs. “What happened?

“I-I had a n-nightmare. I didn’t know!” You did your best to rock her back and forth, trying desperately to ignore the ouch in your chest. “Tell me everything.” You started humming to try to bring her off the emotional ledge.

“Th-there were people chasing us, and I lost you in the people running, and I couldn’t find anyone, and my strength went away, and then there were spiders.”

“Oh love, of course you were hugging me tight, I’d be scared too.” You coaxed her to sit on the floor, making it easier to stroke her hair and dry her cheeks.

“I hurt you.” She whispered, almost ashamed.

“It wasn’t intentional, and nothing a snack courtesy of your mom won’t fix.” You promised, bringing her head to your chest. “I love you so much, my gentle Luisa.” A knock sounded at the door, followed by a tired looking Julietta and a concerned Dolores entering the room.

“Mama, I hurt her.” Luisa whimpered, as Julietta took over your place, Dolores handed you a quesadilla, which was eaten gratefully. The relief was instant as your ribs went back where they were supposed to go.

“Good as new.” You announced, kneeling before Luisa. “Light of my life, why don’t we go back to bed?” Pure apprehension flooded her face. “Odds are it won’t happen more than once in a night.” You pointed out.

“She’s right. Get some rest. You need a good nights sleep.” Julietta said, petting Luisa’s hair and kissing her daughter’s face.

“A-alright.” Luisa agreed, standing up and hugging her mother and cousin. You mouthed your thanks as they left the room, earning nods and smiled of acknowledgment. You held out your arms, making grabby hands.

“I could do with some snuggles, I’m starting to get cold.” Luisa gingerly picked you up, setting you on the bed with the utmost care, curling around you.

“I love you. I’m sorry.”

“I know. I love you too.

no because i’m actually about to gatekeep Sevika from a lot of you. 

the way you call her choker a “collar” really??? jinx wears the same damn thing but i dont see yall referring to it as a collar. having the audacity to say sevika, a Black woman, only wears it bc shes “like a dog to silco” not to mention your art portraying her as hella masculine and hulking over your white oc’s. she walks around wearing eyeshadow and lipstick, wearing a crop top. literally nothing about her is “masculine”

historians would say emily dickinson is a vampire

OMG I GOT THIS CRAZY IDEA FOR LUISA!!! Maybe the reader sees Luisa with another person and this person is getting like super touchy, like caressing her biceps and stuff and the reader has to go break them apart but Luisa doesn’t understand what’s big deal so the reader gives her the cold shoulder 😂

Oh no… I love it.

You were fuming. You were upset. You… wanted to cry a little, actually.

You had been in the square, being as helpful as possible. Being gift less kept you for feeling very helpful, but you were trying damn it. Then what do you happen to see but Luisa standing with someone far prettier. Not only standing and talking though, rubbing her hands up and down Luisa’s arms. And Luisa wasn’t moving, she wasn’t deflecting their hands. She just stood there. You stalked over.

“Luisa, my darling girlfriend! I’ve missed you.” You said, grabbing Luisa’s arm and glaring at the interloper. She smirked at you, winked at Luisa and sauntered off. “Luisa. Who was that?” You said, trying to stay calm.

“She said her name was Maria.” Luisa said mildly, she went to wrap an arm around you, but you stepped away.

“Why was she touching you like that?” You asked.

“Like what?” Luisa asked, giving you a confused look. You felt furious. You forced yourself to take a breath.

“We’ll talk later. I need to go calm down.” You said, walking away.

“Amor-“

“Later.” You said firmly.

You walked and walked until you found a log to sit on. You couldn’t get that smug little smirk out of your head. What had they been talking about, why hadn’t Luisa told her to back off?

“Y/n? Why are you crying?” A little voice asked. You jumped, looking over at the Antonio and his Jaguar friend who had seemingly come out of nowhere. You rubbed your eyes.

“Tonio! I’m, fine, just having a bit of a rough day.” You said, waving a dismissive hand.

“Is it cause that mean lady was talking to Luisa?”

“Now, Tonio, why are you saying she’s mean?” You immediately went into guidance mode.

“The animals say that she kicks them and throws things at them.”

“Oh. That does make her mean then.” You agreed. Antonio walked over and plopped down in your lap, the Jaguar laid its head against your other leg. You gave them a tight hug. “Thank you, I needed this.” You said into Antonio’s hair. You placed him back on the Jaguar’s back and started to walk back.

“What are you going to do?” Antonio asked.

“Luisa and I are going to have a conversation about what happened and why I was upset. And hopefully we will sort this out. And barring that, I may need you to tell Luisa why that other lady is mean.”

“Okay!” Antonio said eagerly. You smiled and ruffled his hair. When you exited the tree line near the house, Luisa saw you and rushed over. “Do I tell her now?” Antonio asked.

“No, I’ll let you know.” You promised. “Go play for now.” He nodded and he asked the Jaguar to take him to his room. Luisa reached you as they darted off.

“Amor! Where were you? I was worried!” She said, taking your hands in hers. You took a steadying breath.

“Luisa, we need to talk.” She nodded, looking at you earnestly. “I felt very jealous that you were letting her touch you like that.” You said.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking about how that would affect you. She made some comments about how strong I was, and it all went over my head. I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”

“I know, and I’m sorry I got so ang-“

“No no, I don’t want you to apologize. You had every right to feel upset.” Luisa interrupted. She hooked a finger under your chin. “In fact, I’m pretty impressed that you are here talking to me about this so soon. Once I realized what the problem was, I sorta thought you wouldn’t talk to me for a couple days.” She smiled fondly at you. You smiled, sighing a little and moving your head to to push her hand up onto your face. She moved forward, brushing her nose against yours. You pressed forward, kissing her softly. As you kissed, she swung you up into her arms.

“Come on, princessa. I owe you some pampering to make it up to you.” She said.

“You don’t have to.” You protested a little.

“I want to.”

don’t think about Luisa and her scientist s/o

don’t think about the way you squeaked like a mouse when Luisa startled you after picking up the bridge while you were on it. don’t think about how she sheepishly apologized afterwards, holding a hand out to you, an unfamiliar person in the Encanto. don’t think about the way you’re is always carrying a journal around with you and jotting things down. don’t think about how you get so excited talking about herbs and their uses and Luisa notices the way your eyes light up for the first time.

don’t think about how you use alchemy to help Luisa whenever she’s doing chores. don’t think about how your family ships you both hardcore. don’t think about the fact that Luisa spotted a sketch of her in your journal and your only excuse for it was a nervously, babbled “you’re just so pretty” as you bury your face into your hands. don’t think about the cute apron that you wear when working, stained here and there and loaded with vials and herbs.

don’t think about the way you wake up to another day in each other’s arms, Luisa kissing her your hand and you peppering kisses across her face. don’t think about the way you nervously fumble with your hands when Luisa takes you meet her family. don’t think about the different reactions all the Madrigals have—from Julietta and Augustin pulling you into a hug to Camilo and Mirabel teasing Luisa relentlessly to Alma studying you curiously yet offering you a warm smile. don’t think about the way Antonio’s face lights up when you kneel down to give him a present that your sister invented. don’t think about how Luisa smiles at you when you laugh and joke around with her family, settling in relatively well.

don’t think about the late night conversations about your future together—dreams stretching well beyond marriage and kids—imagining mornings and late nights;the moments you’d share with her crazy family, especially after they meet yours; the work you’d dedicate to the town not just as member of the madrigal family but as a scientist; dancing together during madrigal celebrations;

don’t think about Luisa and her scientist s/o—but especially don’t think about she gushes over you and brags to others about how amazing you are. don’t think about the way you braid her hair. don’t think about the way she gathers you in her arms. don’t think about the fact that you never would’ve realized on day one just how she tethered you to the Encanto.

don’t think about it👀👀👀

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Passacaglia

{Gender neutral}

{Sevika x reader}

Summery: You go to party’s often, and you pick up on the gossip. This is the reason you recognize Sevika immediately on her entering the club you where at. Seemingly because of some rough business, she gets drunk and you swoop in to save her.

Warning: Swearing. Abduction Attempt. Alcohol. Drunk Sevika. Not beta read.

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• Taking Care of Injured Sevika •

It's like pulling teeth.

Sevika is kind of an asshole whenever she's wounded, to be honest.

Like, you're not just fighting her stubbornness here, you're also battling her ego, too.

She will downplay any injury she obtains even if it's her literal metal prosthetic torn straight off.

Even if said prosthetic is just a hunk of steel scrap on the ground now and her stub is oozing pink Shimmer everywhere.

Sevika's first instinct will be to practically throw you off of her when you rush to her aid.

She will be gruff, crude and absolutely boorish.

She will tell you that she is fine and to stop being so damn dramatic.

She will bark at you to fetch her a strong drink while she collapses down onto your shared apartments couch and lights up a cigarette.

To say Sevika is an unruly patient is an egregious understatement.

Plus, the woman is built like a brick wall so it's not like you can force her to do anything she doesn't want to do, even if it's for her own benefit.

At times it seems like she'd much rather bleed out and die than let you tend to her.

The only time Sevika even half listens to you is through bribery.

If you offer something she wants than maybe, maybe she will spend the day in bed resting or actually let you change her bandages or take the medicine you prescribe her.

There are only two sure fire ways to motivate her into doing what you say.

You either tell her that you will give her a nice, rare vintage bottle of alcohol or that you'll let her do anything she wants to you in the bedroom once she recovers.

Summed up nicely, Sevika's passions are fighting, which is why she's injured in the first place, a nice bottle of aged whiskey or scotch and you naked in bed.

It's not like you mind spending money on a nice vintage for your girlfriend and you mind even less being completely at the sexy, buff lady's mercy but still...

The fact that you have to resort to buying her off in some way just to get her to heal properly is ridiculous.

Whenever you try to disinfect a flesh wound she hisses from the sting and makes it seem like a personal attack to her.

The gray eyed glare she fixes you is murderous to say the least and it's a good thing she can't kill with just a look, otherwise you'd be dead.

And, don't even get me started on how grumpy Sevika is in the days that follow.

When she has visible bandages wrapped around her like a mummy, when her damaged metal prosthetic is in a sling, waiting for a mechanic to come and fix it. (It being too wrecked for her to make her own repairs)

You've theorized that Sevika's aversion to being seen injured has to do with her ego as well and that she doesn't want others, especially Silco and his underlings to see her as "weak".

She has a reputation to maintain after all as being the scariest lady in the Undercity.

So when she does get hurt she feels like her whole position may be threatened and the bruise to her self esteem is way worse than whatever bodily injury she did receive.

Never mind the fact that 9 out of 10 times it's her opponent who she fought that has to spend months in the hospital recovering from the damage she caused.

You try to be gentle and understanding of her pride since you know how challenging it can be maintaining her "not to be messed with", dangerous infamy.

The Undercity is a dog eat dog world after all, especially when working for Silco.

You have to conjure up the patience of a saint whenever she's injured.

You have to be on your best behavior because these are sensitive times and she tends to snap and growl.

You will have to stand your ground as well despite being a mere mouse up against a lion.

But seriously, "If she doesn't allow for the cut to be properly cleaned it will get infected!"

Rationally you know that your girlfriend would never hurt you but it is no trifling matter having to assert yourself against the beautiful giant.

When Sevika is in pain and injured her temperance becomes akin to a bear just awoken from hibernation.

Once you knocked a carafe of booze right out of her hand when she had been adamantly refusing to let you attend to her for going on hours.

Her blood was everywhere around your shared apartment and she needed to be properly cleaned.

As the alcohol splashed across the whole room and shattered glass made it's own mosaic onto the floor the look the enforcer of Zaun had given you made you freeze like a deer in headlights.

Though despite her bone chilling glare it was quickly replaced with a smug, almost proud smirk.

That night only resulted in her yanking you towards her by the flesh of your hips and having her way with you.

It is very challenging to get Sevika to focus on the task at hand, which is tending to the wounds and allowing for them to heal.

She just wants to smoke, drink and have you beneath her.

Though despite her thorny, brutish behavior when hurt she does deep down feel gratitude towards you.

And, it's certainly no turn off for her having you as her nurse.

Sevika just isn't used to someone caring for her and actually wanting to take care of her, okay.

The reason she's such a bitch to you is because you're making her feel all soft and warm inside and she hates it.

Like, no, stop fussing over her and making her feel loved.

But, also don't stop and she secretly appreciates you so much.

Sevika knows she is difficult and chances are she will always be difficult but subtly she does show you how much she loves you.

She is not one to do anything she doesn't want to do, so if she actually hated you taking care of her, you'd be thrown straight through a window.

And, though she argues against your ministrations to the enth degree it's just a small way of maintaining her pride.

In truth Sevika knows what sorry state she'd be in without you to care for her.

And, even more does she know how broken her heart would be if she didn't have your love.