I Bet Sevika Would Look Really Pretty With All Tied Up In Maroon Rope.

Looks Like a Cinnamon Roll, is a Cinnamon Roll

Looks Like a Cinnamon Roll, Could Actually Kill You

Looks Like They Could Kill You, is Actually a Cinnamon Roll

Looks Like They Can Kill You, Can Actually Kill You

ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ ᴡ/ ᴀɴ ꜱ/ᴏ ᴡ/ ᴀ ꜱᴍᴀʀᴛ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ

Pairing: Sevika ;; Vi ;; Jinx;; Mel;; Grayson x GN!Black!Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Synopsis: How would the women of Arcane react to having an s/o with a smart mouth

Warnings: slight cursing

A/N: sort of based on my fic abt sevika i posted a while back (that yall are still showin yall ass on…I see yall

Sevika

Absolutely loves it, one hundred percent.

Sure Sevika likes a cute little bimbo she can manhandle, but a woman who can hold her own, be it with solid punches or a ruthless mouth, has her heart on a silver platter

Sits back and watch proudly as you tear through whoever is brave enough to come at you with a fragile ego. 

She definitely thinks its hot, would probably try to piss you off herself just to see you a bit pissed. She’s toxic like that.

“I like me a woman with pretty lips, and a filthy mouth to match.”

Vi

Similar to sevika, she will definitely enjoy watching you tear someone a new ass for talking sideways to her, yourself, or anyone of your friends.

Also thinks it’s hella hot how you tell people off

She likes the balance that you provide in your relationship - you deal the damage with words, and she deals it with her fists. Its a wonder-duo type thing

Often jokes about how she doesn’t know how she hasn’t managed to piss you off yet, but she does actively avoid making you mad for other reasons.

“Damn, remind me to never get on your bad side then.”

Jinx

She’s in the background, giggling with a glass of juice in her hand, enjoying the show to the fullest

In all honesty she’s the one that probably started it, by provoking the other person to come at you. Probably because she’s bored, or she sees you’ve got some pent up emotions and need to release it with some…positive vocal reinforcement.

Afterwards, theres an impromptu spiderman kiss, cause she’s just like a little monkey and watches from the ceiling beams as you tear into the poor guy

“Nice job, toots. Bet he won’t show his face around here again!”

Mel

Material gworl is very proud of you for using your words, even if they may be a bit vile and not appropriate if the setting is on the more fancy side

Nonetheless she watches from the sidelines, sipping on her class of champagne while you essentially curse out some random aristocrat with an inflated ego, with all the class and sophistication she taught you

Will put on that Councilwoman act to ‘scold you’ about your behavior, but behind closed doors, the situation is the but of every joke for the next few days.

She honestly wishes she had the same mouth as yours, but she’s quite fine leaving the dirty work to you if you insist. She’s not about to argue with you, especially not after you went in on a poor partygoer a couple of hours ago.

“You had a very interesting choice of words for that advisor earlier. Perhaps I should watch my own tongue for a while - wouldn’t want you nipping at me, now.”

Grayson

Initially, Grayson scolds you.

You should know better than to let someone get under your skin, but sometimes her subordinates are a bit….enigmatic

She first sends them off, either putting them on paperwork duty or sends them to the training grounds to put in some laps around the court

When it comes to you, she apologizes on behalf of her subordinate, but the slight smile on her face tells you she found a bit of amusement in your colorful choice of words.

“Lets hope you didn’t bruise his ego too much, dear. But, really, you didn’t have to do him like that, love.”

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so,, some luisa x reader fluff please? like reader’s staying up late reading a book or doing some other hobby and luisa does the whole “honey are you coming to bed yet?” shtick, just saying cute stuff like “the bed is cold without you” one big order of cuddly fluffy luisa please 🥺

Absolutely!

It had been months since a shipment of new puzzels had arrived in Encanto. You had already done most of the ones in your collection twice, so when a surprise shipment arrived, you had pounced on one and squirreled it away to do later that night. The rest of the day seemed to drag until, finally after dinner, you set up in an alcove and got started.

“Amor, I’m going to bed.” Luisa kissed the top of your head.

“Be there in a minute.” You promised, before immersing yourself back into the puzzle.

“Are you coming to bed soon?” Luisa asked.

“Absolutely, I’ll be up in a minute.” You were a little annoyed that she’d asked twice in ten minutes, but maybe she’d forgotten she already asked.

“Amor, the bed is cold and I miss you.” Luisa didn’t pout often, so you looked up at her a little quizzically.

“I’ll be up in a minute, darling, promise.”

“Define a minute.”

“Oh, I don’t know probably ten minutes.” You said, if only you could get that center bit.

“You’ve been doing that puzzle for four hours. Please come to bed. I sleep so much better with you there.” You looked over at Luisa sharply.

“How long did you say?”

“Four hours?”

“I am so sorry, darling, I had no idea.” You looked down at the puzzle which was over half way completed.

“Please. I know you love doing your puzzles, but can’t it wait until tomorrow night?” Luisa asked, putting her arms around you, and pressing her face against the back of your neck.

“Of course. I’m sorry.” You apologized, squeezing her arm gently. She hummed before kissing your neck and carrying you up the stairs to her room.

I just loved your headcanons for the girls, can we have some for Luisa now, pretty please? 🥺

| 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓 ✧･ﾟ: — headcanons.

| 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 (𝐒) ✧･ﾟ: — luisa madrigal x gn!reader.

| 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ✧･ﾟ: — angsty content, fluffy content, nsfw content.

| 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ✧･ﾟ: — n/a.

| 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✧･ﾟ: — WHEW i was literally pondering over doing this one so thank you so much for your request! please enjoy!

| 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ✧･ﾟ: — nsfw and sfw headcanons revolving around luisa madrigal and what being her s/o would be like.

SFW ✧･ﾟ—

• the only pet name she calls you—the only name really—would be “cariño”

• the only time she really uses your actual name is when she’s upset with you.

• you simply call her “querida” or “lulu”. (she pretends to be embarrassed by the second little nickname when she actually really loves it.)

• is constantly trying to show off to you. a little relaxing walk through the forest and she shows you how easily she can tear a tree out of the ground.

• glows with your praise and adores impressing you.

• a big romantic due to her love for romances in all fiction.

• not a single day goes by where she doesn’t give you a bouquet of your favorite flowers. don’t even try to explain how it’s a lot of flowers she will simply continue to give them to you.

• loves carrying you everywhere and anywhere she can any chance you give her.

• the one time you saw her with her hair down you complimented it with a big smile. ever since that day she did her best to wear her hair down around you all the time.

• whenever she’s feeling weak or upset emotionally she tries to push you away, feeling the need to hold the burden herself.

• sometimes she’ll let you in but other rare times she’ll snap at you. ):

• those rare times when she does snap at you, she will do the most extravagant and big gesture of apology. (she once carved you into a stone slab with her bare hands.)

• writes you love poems every once in a while, always signing with a kiss mark.

• she’s a jealous person. but not an angry or passive-aggressive jealous but a sad and upset jealous. mopey jealous.

• communication will always be a rough spot for the two of you, luisa struggling to express herself without feeling like a burden.

• the first week of dating you she went and had an engagement ring made for you.

• was the first to say “i love you” during a drunken spiel where she also made the first move.

• whenever you’re upset she tosses you into the air and spins you around, always earning a laugh of excitement from you.

• luisa isn’t sure she’s ever felt anything hurt more than seeing you feeling anything negative.

• her love language is words of affirmation.

• luisa’s favorite touch of yours is hand holding. she always does the little swaying thing with your hands when they’re interlaced.

• no matter how much you reassure her, the constant overwhelming fear of accidentally hurting you will forever weigh down her heart.

NSFW ✧･ﾟ—

• praisepraisepraisepraise. luisa madrigal loves praise.

• her favorite part of you are your lips.

• her sex drive is higher than normal.

• luisa absolutely loves giving you oral.

• pull on her hair and she will be a melting puddle of pure bliss.

• the same goes for scratching her.

• she isn’t a fan of leaving any sort of marks on you, even love bites or hickeys.

• however she does love when you leave marks on her. bite her, scratch her, suck—she loves it all.

• no set role during sex, both of you more or less just go with whatever you’re both feeling.

• she loves overstimulating you. the only time she’s ever really “mean” or “hard” is when she’s mocking you or teasing you over your whines and pleads.

• her face gets red insanely easily when you manage to even drop a drip of lust into her heart.

• she’s very vocal during sex, not in a loud way but in a frequent way. long moans, heavy breathing, pleads, begs.

• afabs—grinding on her thigh is a must.

• amabs—edging until you’re throbbing and twitching for release.

• completely shaven down there but the rest of her body has wispy peach fuzz.

• will make sure you’re satisfied before her, then she’ll have her fun.

• is very gentle when handling you, but she absolutely loves being as close to your bare skin as she can.

• aftercare, so much aftercare even with the most soft and vanilla sex ever.

• crying kink.

• likes to have sex in front of mirrors, she loves making you watch whatever is happening between the two of you.

• teases you in a joking manner after sex. mimicking your moans, faces, etc. until you’re hot-faced and crying of laughter.

• falls asleep after assuring you’re all settled, little spoon to your big spoon.

Clingy Luisa x reader pls

Clingy Luisa x reader

Luisa is very very touch starved and love starved and when you showed her the love and affection she deserves, she melted.

Luisa wanted your attention 24/7 and you were willing to give it to her.

Cuddles are Luisa’s favourite, she gets to hold you and you’re all snuggled into her.

Hugs are just as amazing. Luisa lifts you off the ground and holds you tightly and spins you around, expect at least 300 hugs a day.

When Luisa has chores, she wants you to hang out with her, you do and it’s memorizing seeing her lift so many heavy things.

Sometimes Luisa juggles heavy objects to make you blush.

After every chore Luisa hugs you and gives you kisses.

Whenever Luisa is walking around town, she holds your hand and pulls you close to her.

After Luisa is done her chores, she picks you up and carry’s you back to her room for some well deserved snuggles.

Or you two will go swimming together or go on walks on the beach.

Whenever Luisa has a shower she wants you to join her sometimes you do and sometimes you don’t.

You do have friends and you still hang out with them. As much as you love spending time with Luisa, you love hanging out with your friends too.

Luisa knows she can’t be possessive over you because she’s scared you’ll leave, she encourages you to.

Though Luisa worries a lot, did you bring a knife? Did you have enough to eat?

When you get home, Luisa gives you a bone crushing hug and is super needy after that.

Luisa makes out with you for hours.

She just can’t get enough of you.

Luisa holds you tightly all night and rolls over on top of you.

You don’t wake her up and instead you play with her hair, you’re able to breathe and you love your Luisa blanket keeping you safe and warm.

Luisa hates waking up because she doesn’t want to let go of you, she just wants to hold you all day.

There’s some days where she just takes the day off and spends it cuddling you. Giving you kisses and holding your hand and playing with your hair.

Luisa needs you, you make her happy, you make her feel special and needed.

You loved her clinginess.

i’m not dead, just deteriorating

please have this gay shit

Sevika x Artist!Fem!Reader

this shit is so soft, it was supposed to be smut but i love the way it ended

sum: a gradual realization of love

an: this shit is not proofread

wc: 800 (im slacking, sorry guys 😓)

warnings: One smoke of ouid, slightly ooc sev, this takes place when jinx is like,, 13, sevika hates herself, jinx is sad, intense imagery, (is that a warning?)

“So this is my place.” You hummed softly, flipping a switch that made the room buzz with yellow and dying light. The apartment was small, more of a nook really. Cluttered with canvas and towels, one wall was swallowed by a bookshelf, its wood bulging under the weight of chewed up books; The adjacent was a mosaic of frames, each holding their own small world. Some parts were bare, the wall a pale preservation of the once topaz painted brick, now only a skimpy eye-sore begging to be concealed. ”Please ignore the mess,” your hands busied themselves with clearing the kitchenette counter of paints and brushes left to dry. “I swear I cleaned the place last week.”

Sevika stood astonished, never in her life had she felt so small; But now, engulfed in everything you are, she was weak.

“Don’t worry about it,” she smirked, “I think it’s beautiful.”

Sevika often found herself back in your home. It was a breath of fresh air compared to her own barron hammock. She’d found herself there, not only in her visits, but also in her mind. She found herself longing for the scent of your incense, the beat of your brush, the burn of your body. Angry at night when the rough cotton of her blankets could never compare to the itch of your hair and the weight of your limp arms. Always feeling out her skin, and loving her the way an empty cot never could. Angry that she could never amount to your love. She slept angry until your soul reached her on the clouds of her dreams, whispering sweet nothings into her ears miles above the hell you both burned in. But it was never you that woke her.

“You’re acting stupid.” Jinx giggled, coloring sloppy lines across the words of her schoolbook. She was laying on the floor, kicking her bootless feet too and fro to the beat of Sevika’s growl.

“Shut up, do your work.” Sevika turned back to her arm, only to find a screw gone from her workstation.

“Is it a boy?” The girl was standing now, holding out a chalked up hand and one bronze screw. Sevika only met her eyes and scoffed before snatching it out of Jinx's palm. “Its a girl!” Another nasty, deserved look. Jinx’s eyes grew and her snaggle teeth flashed, “You’re just like my sister! One time, she snuck a girl into our room and when Va-“ her face dropped, but she recovered. “Well she got into a lot of trouble.” that made Sevika smile, a soft chuckle tumbling past her lips.

Sevika never took you to The Last Drop, or The Gardens. When she took you places, it was never public, it was serene and honest. She loved the way your skin glowed under neon lights, the way your eyes reflected the stars. She swore one day, she was going to make sure you never lost sight of the stars, whether she was there beside you or not.

“I’m gonna make you a new arm one day.” you spoke in breaths, shifting closer against her body. “One so beautiful and reflective of who you are you will never be scared to love yourself.” You were spewing bullshit, syrup slipping off your tounge, so why did she believe you? why were those the exact words she needed to hear, and why did you know how to say them? When would she wake up not scared to hear your poetry?

“You’re not a mechanic, hun.” she huffed, wasting the pull she just took off a blunt, before handing it to you.

“I know,” you sounded ashamed, as if your talents weren’t advanced enough, “But i’ve met a few around The Picket, one man specializes in weaponry prosthetics-“

“Andy, I’ve met him.”

“Yes! isn't he amazing? And there’s a young boy there too sometimes, he sells trinkets, but he's very skilled, odd though.” you reached to your satchel, “Last time I spoke to him, he was working on a new metal, isn’t that fascinating? He claims it's bullet proof.” You pull out a chunk of dirty metal, barely the size of your palm, and present it to her. It was matte and dark grey, but light and firm. “That’s not its natural color. I, well, I asked if we could dye it to match your eyes.”

“My eyes?” She didn’t exactly respond with coy, like she usually would, her lips did not curl, nor did her eyes squint, she looked upon you filled with nothing but awe.

“People don’t love them enough.” You stated as if it was normal.

And the stars were covered, replaced by the white fire of Sevika’s lips on yours, the comforting black of your eyelids.

“I only need you.” she choked back tears, “I’ve only ever needed you.”

The Dance

@bwall-7204 the wedding suggestion

You stood for a moment, preparing yourself for what ever was going to happen as you knocked on Tia Peppa and Tio Felix’s door. You gathered your courage rapped sharply twice.

“Come in!” Tia Peppa called.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, but I need your help.” Tio Felix and Tia Peppa fixed their attention on you, from where they sat on the bed. “Please teach me to lead.” You requested. The cloud above Tia Peppa’s head malfunctioned and Tio Felix looked horribly confused. “For the purposes of dancing.” You clarified quickly.

“Oh!” They said simultaneously, sharing a look for relief.

“You’ve come to the right Madrigals then.” Felix said.

“Right, for the other, you should probably talk to Abuela.” Peppa agreed.

“How much do you know?” Felix said getting to his feet.

“Uhh, nothing.” You said.

“You want to learn by the wedding, right?” Peppa asked, looking over at her husband.

“Is that too much of an ask? I understand if it is!” You said quickly, starting to back out.

“Of course not!” Felix announced, “Why do you want to lead though?”

“Wellll, I’ve noticed that when Luisa is dancing with her sisters or her cousin, she tends to lead, and I thought it would be nice if she could follow for once.” You said, rubbing the back of your neck. Soft rain drops began to fall as Peppa started to cry.

“That’s so cute!” She walked over to you, taking both of your hands in hers. “Of course we’ll teach you!”

Wedding planning was starting to make everyone in Casita Madrigal a bit crazy. You had been placed on Agustin duty, ensuring that, however he helped didn’t result in serious injuries. Often, Augstin duty overlapped with mother of the bride duty as you tried to help keep Peppa from unleashing a hurricane at any minor inconvenience. Thankfully, dance lessons seemed to distract her enough that you could keep her calm, and Augstin was surprisingly helpful.

“You don’t have to tense that much. Your follow will know to hold themselves up a little bit.” He said, safely seated in a fort of pillows.

“And smile!” Peppa added. “This is supposed to be fun.” You nodded, only to get zapped with mini lightning when Peppa saw one of Tio Bruno’s rats absconding with a decoration. You really did try not to drop her, but the sharp pain in your hand had caused you to jerk away.

“I’m so sorry!” You said, helping her up.

“You’re fine, dear. I shouldn’t have shocked you.” Peppa soothed before stalking off to go get the rat.

“I’m going to go see Julietta, please don’t leave the pillow fort.” You said to Agustin. He gave a thumbs up and you walked into the kitchen, guarding your injured hand.

“Just me.” You called into the kitchen before pushing open the door.

“Angel! What happened?” Luisa’s joy turned to concern at the way you were holding your hand.

“Tia Peppa shocked me on accident.” You said.

“Let me see.” Julietta, bustled past her daughter to look at the scorch mark on your hand. She nodded slowly. “Do you have any discomfort or numbness anywhere else?”

“No.” You said, smiling a little as Luisa slipped behind you to put her arms around you.

“Here.” Julietta said, handing you an Arepa. “Let me know if that hasn’t resolved everything.”

“Yes ma’am.” You promised before eating. In an instant your hand felt good as new. “I should get back to keeping an eye on your dad.” You turned in Luisa’s arms to face her. She nodded and stole a kiss as a voice from outside called for her.

“Coming!” She gave an exasperated look skyward before leaving you.

You walked back to where you had left Augstin. He and Abuela were having a conversation which abruptly stopped as you approached.

“Inventive solution.” Abuela commented, gesturing at the pillow tower.

“Thank you.”

“It seems you have many such interesting solutions. Keeping Peppa calm with dance lessons was an excellent idea.”

“Thank you, Abuela.”

“Is there a particular reason you want to lead?” She asked, raising a single eyebrow.

“I wanted to surprise Luisa.” You said, wondering faintly if you had done something wrong. Abuela only smiled and inclined her head before walking off. You looked at Agustin.

“What was that about?” He looked like he didn’t want to answer, but couldn’t hold out under the force of your stare.

“She just worries about her grandchildren. And that maybe you learning to lead, could upset Luisa inadvertently by taking her role.”

“Oh.”

“I think it’s good for her, actually, and said as much. We find the people we need in this family, someone to take care of my daughter when she forgets to care for herself is exactly the remedy needed.” You took a step forward and hugged him.

“Thank you.”

“Of course. You make her happy, what more could a father ask?”

Tempers began to fray even more as the wedding grew closer. Dolores became increasingly overwhelmed as her soon to be mother-in-law kept trying to insinuate herself into every detail of planning, and dance lessons with Peppa was the perfect way to keep her from cycloning the poor woman. It was a blessing when Abuela finally sat Mariano down and instructed him to distract his mother.

The day of the wedding dawned with clear skies, and you were placed on, don’t let Tio Bruno say a single word about the weather duty. You hadn’t been sure if the same trick would work on him that had worked on Tia Peppa, but it was worth a shot.

“Yeah, sure, but we should switch back and forth.” You blinked at him. “She’s probably not going to want to follow the whole time. This’ll keep you from getting stuck in one mode.”

“Oh, that makes a lot of sense.”

The two of you spent the majority of the morning dancing as everyone in the wedding party prepared and double and triple checked that nothing was going to go wrong. You assembled at the church, taking a seat next to Bruno toward the back.

“This reminds me of last season of my telenovella where Bernard and Anglica were to be married.” He whispered to you about the convoluted plot as the other guests filtered in. Nod along getting more and more invested with each passing moment.

Soon the groom, groomsmen, and the bridesmaids came in, Camilo, Luisa, Mirabel, all waved as they walked past. Isa, who was the maid of honor, gave a cordial nod. Antonio, was the ring bearer, and walked before the flower girl, one of Mariano’s relatives. The jaguar escorted him before circling back and walking with the frightened flower girl.

“Should have had Isabella do that.”Tio Bruno murmured, you fought back a laugh, making a mental not to ask her to for your wedding.

Dolores floated down the aisle in her mother’s wedding gown, Tio Felix an inconsolable wreck next to her. As she reached the pew where her mother sat, a torrential rain hit the church and Tia Peppa sobbed into Abuela’s shawl. The ceremony was simple, sweet, and without a dry eye in the church, even the priest she’d a few tears.

Talking Tia Peppa down enough to make going outside safe took about a half hour. And the guests picked their way out of the church, being mindful of any fallen limbs or shingles. Luisa was tasked with clearing out the worst of the debris and you scurried away to help.

“I got it.” You said, waving her away from a smaller limb.

“You should go enjoy the party.”

“I’ll enjoy it far more with you there than I will without.” You said, grabbing a couple broken shingles. Luisa gave a resigned sigh, smiling at you affectionately. On the walk back, you held hands and swung them back and forth. She grinned and twirled you. You tripped, falling against her chest.

“Sorry!” Luisa said, steadying you.

“It’s fine!” You laughed, “being close to you hasn’t ever been a problem for me.”

You made it back to the reception just in time for the first dance. You grinned as you watched the wedded couple twirling around the floor. Soon the floor opened up to all couples and you held out your hand to Luisa.

“Dance with me?” She raised an eyebrow, but placed her hand in yours to be lead onto the floor. She moved to put her hand on your waist. “No no, I asked you to dance, let me lead.” That earned another eyebrow raise.

“If you’re sure.” She conceded, a small smile on her lips. That doubting smile turned to an expression of shock which turned to full, proper smile.

“When did you learn to dance?” She asked after a particularly complex move that you managed to lead pretty well.

“I may have begged some of your family for help.” You said. She laughed when she noticed the thumbs up from Tio Felix. “I’m going to dip you.” You warned.

“If you think you can.”

“If I think I can? I’ll have you know I only dropped Tia Peppa a couple of times, and one of them wasn’t entirely my fault.” She laughed, and as the song came to an end, you went into the dip. You help that pose for a moment, both breathless and smiling when a flash of a camera surprised you both. Agustin stood with the camera, grinning, before walking away to go photograph other people. You helped her back to standing and she stole a kiss.

The next song started and she grabbed your hip.

“My turn.”

02﹐🦋﹢﹒mi amor !? . summary: "what kind of date would they take you on for valentines day?"

dolores would likely prefer to stay inside and spend some quality time instead. don't get me wrong, she'd love to bring you out on a fancy special date - perfect for the most special person in her life, you. but she wants to be alone with you, to focus on you. she wants to mute the world just for you, even for a short moment.

you melted into dolores' touch as she lovingly runs her fingers through the knots in your hair. calming, romantic music played through your shared earphones as the long forgotten movie acted as background noise. moments like these were what she treasured the most, sure, it isn't your usual valentines day date. but it's enough. "are you hungry?" she whispered softly into your ear after taking out the earbud, pausing the movie and the music on her phone. "sort of," you snuggled into her chest, "but we can stay here for a bit."

isabela would probably organize a cutesy picnic date in a beautiful private gazebo or something like that. i see her as the type to want it simple, but also aesthetic, you get me? she'd definitely ask you to dance with her, oh! and flowers aren't a problem, she'll have a whole bundle of all your favorites!

isabela chuckled to herself as she watched you stumble on your feet to keep up with her. "how far is it?" you asked, careful with every step you take as your girlfriend had taken the initiative of blind-folding you for her special surprise. "it's close, watch your steps!" and as if she jinxed it, you inconveniently tripped on the steps of the gazebo, not like you knew what you tripped over. thankfully, your girlfriend very graciously caught you in her arms and twirled you around, swiftly sliding the blind-fold off of your face to reveal her valentines gift. "happy valentines, amor."

luisa would be similar to dolores. working a lot gets overwhelming and she'd probably want to avoid that on special occasions. she'll likely ask her mom to help her prepare dinner, then you two just have a romantic dinner date in like, a garden isabela set up for you two or something.

you grinned from ear to ear as luisa brought over your plates and drinks. you two were seated in the middle of a flower garden the isabela had made earlier, specifically for you two. for luisa, she's anxious about this. what if it isn't enough for you? but for you, the fact she went through this much effort just for the two of you? your heart swells in a good way. she sat across you, shoulders tense until she feels your significantly smaller hand on hers. "happy valentines day."

mirabel would probably take you somewhere festive, like a town fair! you two would sit on a grassy hill and admire the beautiful stars and sway to the upbeat music. when you two get hungry you just wander around the booths and stalls, maybe even dance to the music?

mirabel leaned into your shoulder as she stared up at you with a look of admiration, adoration. you're too busy admiring the stars scattered across the midnight sky, but she subtly pecks your knuckles and intertwines your pinkies. you look down at her, grinning and pulling her closer. "hey," you pause, gesturing to the town fair. "you wanna go stuff our mouths full of food and dance until the night wastes away?" you finished, chuckling as mirabel immediately jumps up and pulls you up with her. "let's go!"

camilo would drag you to somewhere like an amusement park or an arcade. he'd have a hand around your waist or shoulder almost the entire time, it's a big place with lots of crowds! he lets you win in games, lets you choose the rides, etc. very fun:)

camilo put in another quarter, determined to win you that dinosaur plush while you were struggling to keep a hold of all the other stuffed animals he's already won. "cami- cami!" you dropped the dozens of stuff animals onto a clean nearby table, keeping an eye on them. "cami you- you don't need to get it?" "no no let me get it." "but—" "shh, anything for you mariposa." "that's sweet but you're looting the whole machine—" "let the children cry."

© aimore [ very cute modern au encanto drabbles for valentines:) as this is scheduled, valentines day was yesterday for me! but happy valentines day to my singles and takens! :D (heads up that my theme will be changing again soon LOL (and probably username)) ]

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.

Isabela talking to Mirabel and the cousins about Luisa: It's not JUST that we have to arrange forty stuffed animals every time we use her couch. It's that they have to be in a very specific order, and Blinky and Lou-Lou can't sit next to each other because they 'have history'. And you want to know the sick part? I want to know what it is.