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SEVIKA in ARCANE episode 2 “Some Mysteries Are Better Left Unsolved”

Luisa Madrigal headcanons

I love her sm

•when she's really excited her hugs have more force than usual, not enough to cause pain but enough to feel pressure

•she loves tiny animals

•best hugger and cuddler

•if her s/o is too short to reach something she picks them up

•when cuddling she loves to hear her s/o's heartbeat

•loves her hair being played with

•she's just a super loving person in general

•she's the type of person to try to play a prank but fail bc she ends up laughing

Imagine teaching sevika how to cuddle bc it's her first time being seriously attracted and in a real relationship w someone

I’m Here (Luisa Madrigal x Reader)

Summary: Even when her whole world falls apart, there you are. 

A/N: I’m very gay for her and I figured she deserved a hug. So there. 

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Luisa might be the first animated character I write for because I am VERY down bad for her 💀

sevika + poet gf 🥺 so adorable

༉ She absolutely adored everything about you, to your books and the things you write

༉ Sevika cant help but watch you as you write/read poems. the delicate look on your face pleases her.

༉ If you ever wrote her a poem, she would ask you to marry her all jokes aside.

༉Wouldnt hesitate on beckoning you to let her read some poems that you like.

༉Secretly wants you to read her poems while you run your fingers through her hair in bed.

༉Teases you about being a nerd but she cant help but have her heart flutter when seeing you do your ‘nerd activities’

༉Sevika 100% gets you whatever you want for your poems,

༉ If you write them, shes already gotten you a pack of quils and paper from piltover.

༉If you read them only instead, she’ll get you the most expensive books in piltover, of course stealing them since she cant truly buy them.

hii idk if i’m sending this to the right place but i love ur luisa x readers and i just read a bunch for like an hour straight

anyways if there was any way you could do a luisa x reader with something about her playing w the readers hair that would be amazing

So freaking cute!

You had followed Luisa around all day, helping gather fallen debris from the storm that wasn’t Pepa’s fault, per her insistence. Luisa had walked slower so that she wasn’t leaving you behind, put it didn’t make the task easier for you. You were wet and and cold and bone tired and filthy by the time you made it back to Casita.

The warm bath felt delightful, and you sulked s little when the water started to get cold. You stepped out, drying off and dressing quickly, making a bee-line for Luisa’s bed once you were decent. She sat combing through her hair at her vanity while you crawled under the covers shivering a little.

“Amor? Are you alright?” She asked, still brushing out any tangles.

“Yeah, fine.” You shivered again. “Just a little cold.” She hummed in response,and crossed to her bed, brush in hand. She laid down next to you, wrapping her arms around you and propping you up against her chest. You snuggled into her body heat.

“You’re so warm.” You mumbled.

“Benefit of all this muscle.” She joked. “Hey, turn so you’re facing me, I don’t want you to wake up with a rat’s nest in your hair tomorrow.” Luisa’s hands guided you to where she wanted you, and the brush started at the ends of your hair. Thankfully it wasn’t in too bad s condition, and she encountered very few tangles as she brushed.

“You’re too good to me.” You mumbled against her collar bones.

“Hardly.” She laughed. She set the brush down and started petting your hair, contenting herself with touching the soft strands. You yawned a little, feeling the presence of sleep start to pull you in. Her fingers began to gently massage your scalp.

“Keep this up, I’m gonna *yawn* fall asleep.” You said, your eyelids already heavy.

“Go ahead.” She kissed the top of your head. “You worked hard today, you need rest.”

“So did you.” Came your mumbled protest.

“Go to sleep, mi Vida, I’ve got you.”

songs that feel like a relationship with luisa would because im in my feelings.

Nothing - Bruno Major

you're the only person who can convince Luisa to stop working too hard, and her favourite thing to do with you is to do absolutely nothing. to just enjoy the peace and calmness of one another. she worries that you find her boring and that you want to go do something typically fun, but little does she know that seeing her relax and smile is the best thing you could ask for.

Red Side of the Moon - Trixie Mattel

Luisa has the attention of the entire Encanto, being a Madrigal. at the beginning of your relationship, she doesn't want anyone to know about the two of you. for fear of Abuela's reaction, her whole family's reaction. you agree to keep it under wraps for a short while, wanting Luisa to be happy as she can be. of course, Dolores can never keep anything to herself and it ends up slipping out over breakfast, and much to Luisa's delight, everyone is completely supportive (even Abuela).

He Touched Me - Barbra Streisand

(change the "he" to "she" because it's our queen Luisa, ofc)

this song feels like brushing hands with the person who you have the most spectacular crush on. whenever Luisa helps you pick something up and your arms touch, you get those fireworks in your stomach again. and the heat will never fail to rise to your face and completely give away how smitten you are whenever she is near. and these subtle touches from her are never accidental, she does everything loving with so much purpose so you never once question her love for you. she would even give these small signs of her feelings before you were official. she'd see you walking through town and put her hand on your arm, giving you a small smile with a faint blush on her cheeks. she makes you want to sing this song from the rooftops, and tell everyone how enamoured you find yourself being with her. she is, quite simply, the love of your life.

We gonna get some fucking Luisa smut or what?

You know what? You right, you right. Lesbians, this one's for you ;)

"And all done!"

"Gracias, Luisa! Have a good day off tomorrow!"

Ever since the Casita had been rebuilt, the Madrigal family had been FAR more happy. Take Luisa. She got three days out of the week to do absolutely ANYTHING she wanted. And that day was tomorrow, so she was wrapping up all her chores for today. In this case, clearing out some boulders out of the river so the water could flow properly. She nodded at the men, and immediately went home. At least, that's what she'd like to say. Then the donkeys got out again. Then weeds needed plucking. Then barrels had to be carried.

Suffice to say, Luisa still had issues saying no. By the time she was ACTUALLY done, it was well into the late afternoon. She saw the disappointment on their faces the second she got home, especially from Mirabel. The second Luisa stepped in the kitchen for a drink, Mirabel piped up from the table.

"Still gotta work on our no's, huh sis?"

Luisa finished her drink before sighing.

"I just don't like saying no to people in need, doesn't. Feel right, you know?"

Augustín motioned for her to sit down at the table with them. She obeyed, appreciating the cup of coffee, and some candy she knew had been bought specifically for her.

"You've been working so hard this week, mija. Especially with new people coming in from outside the Encanto-you've been giving everyone your strength. So, we all pitched in and got you something."

Augustín, with great excitement, slid a little envelope her way. She looked it over in her hands, before carefully opening it. Two pink slips, that upon reading, ended up being tickets for some sort of spa. She raised a brow.

"A...spa?"

Her mom nodded, keeping Augustín's cup of hot coffee from accidently spilling onto his lap. Again.

"I heard it's this new, very fancy place. We think that a day of pampering could do you some good for your poor body. It was your dad's idea."

He held onto Luisa's hand, giving it a soft pat.

"Of course, you spend your days off how you want to. No one will make you."

Luisa shook her head.

"No no, I'll do it. It's just...a different gift. Trust me, I like it."

Augustín brought her hands to his lips, as sweetly as a father could.

"We just worry, Mija. You may be the strongest person in Encanto, but you're still mi bebita."

She loved her dad, really she did. And hey, who knows. Maybe it'd be just the break she needed.

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You've worked on all sorts of people in your profession. Men, women, young, old, all types. Though, moving this far out to practice your skills was definitely new. This new area, 'Encanto', had become a huge trading port, as well as a new place for all sorts of new talents and services the town had yet to have. Including your spa. You had no idea if this would be permanent, but you just knew your skills were appreciated here.

"There we go, Mr. Osvaldo. Remember, plenty of water, take it easy on the sweets."

"Sure, Sure!"

You knew he wasn't going to. But didn't matter, you'd be here for your clients at any point. You walked him back outside, and heard him talk to someone outside. You couldn't see past the closed door, but you heard mention of 'Luisa'. Whatever, not your business. You wiped your hands free of oil, before looking over at your receptionist.

"Who's next on the agenda?"

"That'd be her."

He didn't even look up from his papers as he nodded towards the door. You tried not to jump at the sight of the VERY tall woman that just walked in. She was SO much taller than you, and with muscles that big, she looked like she could beat your shit in with just her pinky. But with a pretty face like that, you just might-

"Uh. Yeah. Hi. That's me. I got one of your slip things."

She handed you a pink slip, and you recognized it immediately. You handed it to your receptionist, and motioned for her to follow you. Past the sauna, past the aromatherapy room, you kept catching her eyes wandering here and there.

"In here, if you will."

You let her into the room, shutting the door behind you both. She took a look around.

"It's. Nice in here."

"Thank you,"

You say as you put a fresh, clean sheet on the table.

"I take pride in it. Now, you can put your clothes in the bin, right at the end of the table there. Would you like me to fold them for you?"

She turned to you, looking confused.

"My...clothes?"

"Yes. You want a full body massage. I can't do that with all your clothes on."

"Oh. That's. News."

She looked so uncertain, the poor thing.

"I take it it's your first time. Don't worry, it's fine, seeing people without their clothes is nothing to me."

"I've just. You know. Never taken off my clothes in front of someone before."

"Well it's not like I'm going to see anything new, honey."

You meant it as a joke, but the slight red to her face showed she was uncomfortable. But, she seemed to not want to waste her ticket, so she did it. You wanted to tell her there was a closet, just in case she preferred that, but. Well. You caught yourself watching. She was tall, and built like a church. Head to toe in well defined muscles, and very soft, almost baby looking skin. You've seen muscles in men before, but something about these were just. Far more impressive. You watched as the upper part of her dress came off, then the skirt.

She was in her underclothes now. Cute, purple underwear, and a bra to match. She folded her clothes, before turning to you.

"Does uh. EVERYTHING need to come off?"

Muscles in her calves, big, firm biceps, a well defined core, she could kick any man's ass, but her face really gave off 'I want a hug' vibes. You shrugged as you leaned against your counter space behind you.

"You can keep those on. But I'd recommend against that, since I'll be using oils."

Luisa hesitated, before taking everything else off. She had such big, broad shoulders, with tits to match. They were large, but they didn't look too much. It was funny, how such strength looked so delicate simultaneously. You tried not to glance at her somewhat hairy crotch as she put her clothes away, especially as she tried to cover herself.

"So uh, what next?"

"Oh just lay down right here."

The table creaked a bit as she got settled in, and you hoped it didn't make her feel self conscious. You covered her butt with a towel, and you noticed that while she was still stiff, that made her look a bit more comfortable. Not by much, but you were sure she'd sink into it. You leaned a bit to catch her face in her arms, and it almost felt like she was trying to hide it. It was cute.

"I need you to put her arms down for me, honey. To your sides. There we go! Now, imma put on some music to help you. The first time is always weird, but you'll get into it."

You put on some light music, just so the room wasn't silent. You brought your little cart of things you'll need over to her. Things like hot rags, warm oil, some water, nothing crazy.

"You uh. Really don't mind seeing people without their clothes all day?"

"Not really. We're all more or less the same. Though, between you and me, your hair is definitely prettier than anyone else's who's walked in here. You do it yourself?"

You fiddled with one if the baby hairs, and you were surprised at just how SOFT it felt. She nodded.

"For the most part. Sometimes my dad does it, if he feels like it."

"Aw, a daddy's girl. How cute."

You didn't need to see her face for you to tell she was blushing a bit. You poured the warm oil onto your palms, but didn't touch her JUST yet.

"I'm just messing with you honey. Er, I'm sorry, I should be using your actual name-"

"No. I mean uh. I like Honey."

You could just eat her up. You grinned, oiled and skilled hands more than ready for such a big canvas.

"Alright, honey. I'm gonna touch you now, alright? You tell me if you're uncomfortable at any point, or of you need anything."

She gave a thumbs up, and you chuckled. You put your hands on her shoulders, just so she could get a feel for your touch. She didn't flinch, didn't kick or scream, and that was always a good sign. You gently let your hands slide down her shoulders and down her back, just to let the muscles get lightly coated in oil.

"Stuff smells nice."

"You like it? It's 'vanilla cupcake'. We sell bottles of these, as well as lotions, up front. Really helps your skin stay smooth and hydrated. Not that you need it though, your skin is GORGEOUS."

You watched her squirm a bit. She tried not to, for you to work, but you could tell you made her flushed.

"Uhm. Thanks. You compliment everyone like this?"

"Only if they deserve it. And someone should praise you, you take care of your body. Like, look at these muscles! I've had men WISH they could bulk up like you."

You got started for real dow, digging your palms into her upper arms, getting a feel of those huge muscles. So firm, so easy to touch and caress. She chuckled. You could tell compliments on her muscles were far more common.

"Now THAT I've heard before. Proud of 'em too, helps me help the town."

"I can imagine you do a lot of heavy lifting."

You let your hands run down her arms, right to her wrist, lathering it up in oil. She nodded, and you noticed she was far more relaxed, almost limp.

"Kinda yeah. Just yesterday I helped bring my neighbors donkeys back into the barn. They get out a lot."

"Oh you herded them?"

Luisa snorted.

"Nope. They're stubborn as. Well. Donkeys. I carried them."

"...like, one at a time?"

"No? All of them. Why waste time like that? It was only ten of 'em."

You let your palms dig into her shoulders, and you tried not to whistle.

"Geez honey-show me your work out routine!"

"Can give you some private work out sessions if you want. Could be fun."

Maybe you were reading too much into it. Maybe it was the fact that your oiled hands caressed her frame, fingertips brushing against her breasts. But to you, it sounded like a date.

"You offer that to all the girls?"

"Only the ones that have seen me naked."

You tried not to roar in laughter. She was funny, she was cute, a little shy. You really liked that your palms pressed deep into her shoulders. You REALLY wanted to keep touching her.

"You must be a real big hit with the ladies. Not to pry, but just HOW happy is your girlfriend?"

You meant it as a joke, only for her to lightly shake her head.

"Don't have one."

"Boyfriend?"

"Nope. I mean, I've had people ask, but nothing really permanent. So...you're kinda the ONLY one who's seen me naked. I'm sorry, that's probably like a lot of-mmph."

You pushed REALLY hard on a spot in between her giant shoulder blades, really putting your weight into it. And apparently, she needed that, given the slight crack you heard. Her body was so hard to work with, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of a response, but it was still delightful. Especially when you were rewarded with an almost limp Luisa.

"No no. Not too much. I asked, you answered. Consider me honored. You have a delightful body to work with. So soft, but FIRM. It's like it's fighting me to relax. You're fascinating."

She didn't say anything in response, probably because she wasn't used to it, from what you could tell. You let her have her silence as your hands, firm yet kind, dug into her back. It trailed lower, lower, stopping just above that towel. There wasn't any tension left in those muscles of hers, and you felt good, knowing you could get a bundle of nerves like this to calm down. You kept pushing, kept rubbing, kept lathering. Her whole body was glistening In oil now, making her look like. Well. An absolute snack. You could think these things, you were a professional. Kinda.

"Hey uh. Could you do the hands too?"

"Hmm? Oh did I forgot those? My bad, honey."

You held onto one hand, digging your thumbs into her palms. It was so soft, not a single scratch on it. She had no business, having baby smooth hands to go with such strength. You made sure her hands were properly coated in oil, just enough for your hands to glide smoothly across hers. They were so big, but you no longer saw them as weapons. They were tools, for working, for holding. You switched to her other hand, and you heard a light groan escape her lips. Her hands and her arms were apparently in much need of that contact you were giving.

"That. Feels really good. I'm not gonna lie, I didn't think I'd like this."

"Oh a lot of people tell me that. I get it, the idea is uncomfortable. A stranger's oily hands touching your body like this. But, I'm proud of you for giving me a try. You're such a strong girl."

There was a pause. You thought for a minute, you hit a nerve, when cracking her knuckles seemed to force her words out of her.

"Would you uh. Say I'm good?"

She probably meant something else. Definitely not what you were thinking. But you still massaged the back of her hand, and gave it to her.

"You're a good girl, honey."

She couldn't see her face, given where it was resting, but you could practically see the steam coming out of her ears. Oh, she LIKED that. You put her hands back down to her sides, moving to her legs. They were just as strong as the rest of her, just as smooth. Your hands ran down her legs, right to the ankles. So slow, so careful, as if all this muscle would break in your grip.

"I'm gonna bend your legs a bit, tell me if anything hurts."

You took one foot, and pushed it till the ankle touched her butt. You counted to ten, before letting it go. You did the same to the other, hearing a faint groan come from her lips. You moved to her toes, doing the same thing for her hands. Rubbing, oiling, cracking. Her groans were a bit more frequent now, and you sighed in relief, not needing to use so much force to work with her. Like yarn, she was slowly starting to untangle and unravel. You finished her feet, before getting up to those glutes. They felt good, being under the mercy of your thumbs and your fingers.

"You're hot."

"W-what?"

"You're hot. Your skin is burning up. Do you need some water?"

"Oh. Uh. No, I'm. Good. Just keep going, please."

Such manners, using please. You continued, despite how her skin was quickly getting warmer.

"Let me know if this is too much, honey."

Your hands drifted up those legs further and further, pushing the towel. Not too much, just to expose her, just a bit. And you were oh so surprised to see that she was wet. Wet, and leaking a bit onto the sheet below. No one had seen her like this, touched her like this. And she wanted it, she craved for it.

"Hey uh, lady?"

"'Ma'am' works fine, honey."

"Uh. Right. Ma'am. I was gonna say if you uh. Think the towel is annoying, you can take it off. I'm comfortable."

Such a brave girl. You peeled off the towel, throwing it to the side. So full, so plump, she could smother someone with it. You let your fingertips kiss the skin, and you swore she was trying to push herself into your touch. Impatient.

"You want me to touch you here?"

"Y-yeah."

"Say it. I need to hear it. To be on the same page, of course."

She hesitated. Luisa was a good girl, she wasn't used to being so bad by saying something so lewd.

"Can you please touch me...there?"

Good enough. You poured a good amount of oil onto your hands, before letting it spill gently over her ass. You were careful, you were patient with her. You let your hands spread the warm oil around, thumbs almost digging into her cheeks as your hands softly went back and forth. Then, you placed each on on each of her cheeks, and started to rub circles into her flesh. Slow, rhythmic. It was cute, watching your now slight of touch make her squirm. Her breath was louder now, occasionally hitching, her shoulders were trying to stay still.

"Good girl, honey. Staying so still to let me work. How's it feeling?"

"Good. Yep. Good. Great. Totally not like, REALLY fucking good-i'm gonna stop now."

You chuckled. Oh she was still NERVOUS. It was like a big bad kitty being scared of a little mouse. You started to push her cheeks together, before spreading them, and doing it again and again, taunting her with the idea that you were going to touch her. You were tempted, really. It was wet, it was twitching, it was so cute looking.

But you weren't good like Luisa.

"Do me a favor, honey, get on your back."

You pulled your hand away, and although she shook a bit, she obeyed. You walked up to where her head was, looming over her. Such a nice chest, with such hard nipples. You peered down at her face, and she struggled to meet your eyes. She was nervous, and her big walls were crumbling down before you.

"It's uh. Hot in here."

It was a lame excuse for her red cheeks, but you'll take it, to save her a bit of embarrassment. You chuckled, giving her cheek a light pat. Oh even her cheeks were soft.

"Oh I understand. Now, same thing, tell me if you're uncomfortable."

You scooped up some more oil, leaning over her to start pouring it all along her frame. You tried not to giggle as she totally didn't look at your chest during this, before putting your hands on her shoulders. So big, and broad, like she was born to protect. Your hands wandered down her arms again, mainly so you could let her look at your chest. She definitely enjoyed a nice set of breasts. You couldn't falt her though, you did too.

"Hey uh. You might wanna go a little softer on these. They're uh. Sensitive."

"Oh are they, now?"

Your hands slid down to her breasts. They felt so soft in your hands, gliding your fingers across them was an absolute delight. You gave the flesh a light squeeze, and watched as her back arched. So sensitive, you couldn't stand it. Even when your oiled up fingertips just gently played with the nipples, she was struggling to keep still. Her eyes were shut now, and she was biting her bottom lip. Her oiled hands ran over her frame;past her tits, down the toned stomach, to the thighs. You kept doing this rhythmically, just making the poor thing melt underneath you.

You gave her a few close calls, your fingertips just kissing her pubic hair. And everytime, she would brace herself, and recieve nothing. You did it over and over, till the poor girl was whimpering.

"Is this sensitive too?"

You asked, right before your oiled fingers dipped between her legs, and gently slid over her soaking wet folds. She gasped, opening her eyes to look at your hand. You let her watch as your hand slid up and down, up and down, and then, she moaned. It was a moan that had been begging to be let out, begging for just a bit of a touch to let it free. Her chest was rising and falling, her lips trembled as she let out breathy exhales. You didn't do anything, aside from gently rubbing her, and yet, it looked like she wanted to cum.

But you weren't a good girl. Not like Luisa. You pulled away, and pulled both your shirt, and your top off, before swinging a leg over her, cradling her hips.

"W-whats happening-"

She got your question answered when you laid down on her, slowly running your body up and down her big, strong, oiled up frame. You stared right into her eyes during this, and just as you thought, she was getting off to it.

"Shh. It's okay. I got you, honey. Imma take good care of you. You just relax, and keep looking pretty for me."

She was so adorable when she was flustered. So adorable that she was so nervous, watching your tits slowly rub against hers. Nipple against nipple, you were too much for this poor, sensitive girl. So much so, she couldn't resist leaning forward, and kissing you. You definitely weren't expecting that, but you weren't going to say no. You weren't going to refuse such soft lips, or eager tongue. The kisses were slow, but still so loud in this normally quiet room. And so were her moans, given that you were now rubbing her folds in little circles. She pulled away in surprise, legs trying oh so hard to stay open for you.

"I w-wouldnt do that, I tend to cum like, REALLY quick a-and your fingers are in me."

She said in disbelief, as you introduced one, then two fingers into her. Next thing you knew, you were snuggled up to her, holding her face in one hand for her to recieve jaw kisses, with your other hand furiously fingering her. You were careful, but you didn't have to. Not when her mouth was open with her moans, not when her body kept squirming and wanting more and more. She was loud. Not because she was proud of it, but because it genuinely felt SO good to her.

"Oh you're gonna cum, aren't you, honey? You wanna cum on my pretty fingers?"

She nodded very quickly, taking a second to swallow.

"I wanna c-cum ma'am, please. Please please please."

Her inner walls felt SO good. You could sit here and finger her forever. But she deserved to cum. So, you added rubbing her clit to the emotions, and you cooed against her skin.

"Cum for me, like a good girl."

And that she did. You were sure everyone heard her cry out as she tightened around your fingers. You kept fingering her quickly through her orgasm, filling the room with such loud, wet sounds. When she finally finished, she went limp in your hands. She looked exhausted, sweat over her nude frame and hair quickly escaping her soft lips. You pulled your soaked fingers out of you, watching as it ran down your arm. She looked at it sheepishly.

"Sorry about the...me-"

"Open."

You made her open her mouth, before shoving your fingers inside. She took on immediately, holding your wrist in order to sweetly suck and lick all the mess away. Poor girl eye's look as if they just melted you for you. You chuckled.

"I'm VERY much looking forward to having you visit us again, and very, very soon~"

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.