Happy Very Late VALENTINES DAY!!

if you could interpret this gif into luisa just getting mega snuggled by the reader <33

Absolutely!

Pepa had, unfortunately, done quite a bit of ‘letting it go’ over the past week during some hard conversations with Abuela. The conversation’s needed to happen, no two ways about it. But being soaked after less than ten minutes outside wasn’t fun either.

You had insisted on following Luisa through her day, helping in whatever way you could with the various chores. One thing you were adept at was clearing the drains in the streets of debris like sticks and some errant pieces of clothing so that the water would drain more effectively. By the time you had gotten home the cold was starting to seep in and your body was starting to stiffen.

You insisted that Luisa get a bath first, effectively hiding how cold you were getting. She argued for a minute, but eventually let you nudge her toward the bathroom. You stood in the middle of her redecorated room. There was still the training course and the weights for her workouts, but her bed was newly covered with an abundance of pink and purple bedding. Her closet had been repainted from a grey color to purple with pink accents. You admired the amount of work it had taken to make her room better when you felt a set of lips brush your clammy face.

“Your turn.” She said, pushing you to the bathroom. You stood for a long time letting the hot water wash away the cold, or most of it anyway, before drying off and pulling on new clothes. Luisa lay back on her bed, book in hand. You smiled and grabbed a blanket from the end of the bed, wrapping it around yourself before resting your head on her chest.

“What are you reading?” You asked, humming softly as one of her hands started to play with your hair.

“Collection of myths from India.” Luisa said, glancing down at your face. Her brows furrowed in concern. “Are you still cold?”

“No.” You said. And then you shivered.

“No, you’re not cold, you’re freezing?” Luisa asked, a little bit of sarcasm in her tone. She shook her head and put her book to the side. She lifted you onto her chest, her arms resting on top of you. You snuggled into her warmth, sighing softly.

“Better?” She asked, kissing the top of your head.

“Mmhmm.” You said, starting to feel a little sleepy.

“D’you want me to read to you?”

“Mmhmm.”

“As you wish.” She whispered, before picking her book up and starting at the beginning.

DATING LUISA MADRIGAL WOULD INCLUDE:

-Her loudly and proudly declaring to everyone she helps about her “incredible girlfriend” once you both make it official. 

-Her making room in her busy schedule to spend time with you. At first, you can’t help but feel guilty about it until she eventually reveals your time together is when she can actually focus on her own happiness and not worry about keeping up a “tough image”. You love running off to secluded areas away from the village’s prying eye. It’s essentially akin to dating a local celebrity.

-Her tenderly complimenting you but having difficulty in accepting any that don’t relate to her strength. Even after being together for a good while she still gets adorably fluttered whenever you tell her how beautiful and amazing you think she is just because she’s her. Her family likes to tease that it seems the “great big, strong Luisa” does seem to have ONE weakness.

-Her gifting you in “bulk”- think her bringing you giant fruit baskets or enormous bouquets of flowers that fill up your entire doorway.

-Her lovingly crushing you whenever you watch a sappy rom-com together, the ending always gets her- but you’re more than happy to be a shoulder to cry on.

-You trying to get under her skin at family events by whispering inappropriate things in her ear and her using all her strength to fight back a blush. It’s just you being a little shit and yet, on more than one occasion it’s resulted in Luisa excusing her and yourself for the evening. Both of you will often head back to your place for a little privacy so she can properly “get you back”.

-Her going out of her way to understand and engage with the things you love.

-You encouraging her to be open with her emotions and needs as she’ll often put yours at the expense of hers.

-Her effortlessly picking you up all the time for different reasons. Sometimes it’s to make sure you avoid a puddle, helping you reach a tall shelf, and other times it simply includes a kink of hers being able to pin you against a wall as she has her way with you.

-Her being an early riser and inviting you on walks to watch the sun rise together. You begrudgingly accept despite the time because Luisa’s smile as she watches the beginning of a new day is always worth it.

-Her being a giant cuddler and incredible hugger. You instantly relax under her touch.

-You trying to spend more time with her by “helping” her with her chores around the village. It often takes more time for you to “help” than for her to do something on her own but she’s too touched by your effort to even care, plus, more time with you, so, score.

-Her loving to see how you drown in her clothing. Her heart fluttered the first time you asked to borrow a shirt, only for her to instantly pick you up and tell you how cute you looked. You really do love feeling safe and protected in her arms.

-Her demolishing whatever you cook/bake for her, even if it’s a new recipe that doesn’t turn out so great. You once realized you accidentally made a batch of cookies with salt versus sugar and she ate them anyway. You only found out your mistake once you asked her how cookies turned out and immediately noticed her eye twitching. The woman would apparently prefer downing a bunch of salt than to hurt your feelings. You make sure to bake her her favourite dessert afterwards WITH SUGAR this time.

-Her focusing on your pleasure first and foremost whenever you’re intimate. To put it lightly, she’s a pleaser, through and through. But this doesn’t mean you don’t happily return the favour, which honestly takes her some getting used to at first. But soon enough, she allows herself to relax and melt under your touch.

-Her asking you to sit on her back as she does pushups. You eventually upgrade to her lowering herself to kiss you as she does push-ups or reaching up to kiss you while she does sit-ups. You both welcome the change in method, Luisa is somehow working out more than ever.

-You being one of the few people who see her hair down in all of its natural, thick, glory.   You enjoy braiding it, almost as much as you enjoy running your fingers through it as she kisses down your body.

I just want a buff Latina to cuddle me. Is that too much to ask?

Dolores: So, did everyone learn their lesson?

Camilo: No.

Isabela: I did not.

Luisa: I may have actually forgotten one.

Mirabel: Also no.

Dolores: Oh good, neither did I.

Alma: *exhausted sigh*

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Antonio snuck in here too ✌️#digitalart #speedpaint #disneyencanto #arttimelapse #encanto #fanart #antoniomadrigal #luisamadrigal #clipstudiopaint

Really swinging back into art and its feeling good! I also sometimes post my art timelapses onto tiktok so if you're curious come check it out! ID:

Illustrations of Luisa and Antonio Madrigal from Encanto

Colored a doodle

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Edit: FUCK! why do keep coming back to every drawing and seeing errors😭

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

Mirabel and Julieta help y/n design and sew her wedding dress while Isabela helps dye it with her flowers💕

This is adorable!

“Amor, that doesn’t seem fair.” Luisa protested, leaning against a wall with her arms crossed.

“When was the last time you had a day that was just about you?”

“It’s about us!”

“Darling, when was the last time anyone gave a single damn about the groom?” You crossed the room, squeezing her arms gently. “I want this to be a wonderful day for you. I want you to wear an extravagant gown and walk down that aisle feeling like a princess.”

“What about you?” She argued.

“What about you?” You countered.

“Walk with me.”

“What about your papa?” She opened her mouth to argue, but couldn’t come up with anything compelling. Finally she came up with an idea. “He could escort us both.”

“You’re the one the people in this valley care about.”

“That’s not true!” You arched an eyebrow. “They just don’t know your name. That’s all.” She offered weakly.

“I exist to the auxiliary to you as far as they are concerned.” She took both of your hands in hers looking you square in the eye.

“Is this really what you want?”

“Yes.” She didn’t look happy, until a clever look came over her face. She kissed both of your hands and refused to say another word about it as you got ready for bed. The next evening you found out why.

“I’ll need to take your measurements.” Mirabel said over dinner.

“I thought you already had Luisa’s measurements.” You said, taking a sip of your drink.

“Not Luisa’s yours.”

“Why do you need mine? Luisa’s the one who’s going to wear the gown.” You pointed out. “The person not in the gown usually is in their Sunday best.”

“There’s no reason for you not to have a new dress for the wedding.” Luisa argued.

“I thought we had this figured out last night.” You said, rubbing your face with a hand.

“We did. There are just a few stipulation so I don’t worry that you feel neglected.” She said, “you don’t have to wear white, but I want you to wear something you feel radiant in.”

“You worry too much, amor.”

“Please, just humor me.” You shrugged, not continuing the argument. The next day, Julietta and Mirabel gathered your measurements and fabric to make a dress for you.

“I would say that black goes well with white, but that would definitely send the wrong message.” You said trying to figure out a way to alter the fabric.

“What about blue or purple?” Isabela suggested, offering two deeply colored flowers to you.

“I don’t know, that seems a bit ostentatious. The last thing I want is to take attention from Luisa.” You disagreed. Isa rolled her eyes.

“You do remember you’re marrying her, right? It’s your day too.”

“And how much attention was payed to Mariano during his wedding to Dolores?” You argued.

“What about orange?” Julietta said.

“I don’t think that’s better.” You were fixed with irritated looks from all the present Madrigal women. “I would think you would be all on board for me wearing something simple and understated. She deserves this day being something out of a fairytale.”

“She said the same thing about you.” Mirabel said, taking a pink flower and holding it against your skin before doing the same with the orange.

“Definitely the orange.” Isabela said gathering it from Mirabel and walking out of the room. You sighed, before looking at the designs Mirabel had drawn up.

“I like the long sleeves, but maybe we could raise the neckline quite a bit.” You suggested.

“I’m not making you a nun’s habit.” Mirabel deadpanned.

“That would require it being looser too.” You got a smack on the arm with the notebook she was using. An hour or two later Isa came back, dragging orange fabric with her. You had hashed out the details of the dress, and had all the pieces cut out in an evening.

“Amor! Wake up!” You jolted awake, the horrible dream fading from your mind. Luisa was holding you, rubbing your back to try to soothe you. You made some weak protests about being fine and got up, slipping into the newly purposed sewing room. The fabric was still there, on the floor. You shuddered slightly. In the dream, you had been standing at the alter Luisa walked in, but no one stood or looked at her because of the eyesore of a dress. You knelt and sobbed.

“Angel?” Luisa whispered. You looked up at her beautiful face. She pulled you into her lap, petting your hair. “Is this your dress?” She asked, picking up one of the strips of fabric. You nodded.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“It’s too much! It’s too loud, too orange. I was too busy disagreeing with, I don’t know who and didn’t tell Isa to keep it light.” She held you tighter, moving to place the strip against your skin.

“It’s perfect.” She whispered.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

The next day you were able to get the pieces sewn together. There has been some disagreement about added embellishments, but you were far less resistant than you were the day before. Julietta helped you put it on, and you gasped slightly.

“It’s perfect.”

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.

Hi, I don't know if you take request yet. I love your writings of Luisa x reader and I couldn't help but think this!! Where Grandma Alma sees how Luisa slowly falls in love with the reader just like she did with her husband, somewhat like a narration but from Alma's perspective?

I love it!

Abuela Madrigal had taken to sitting in the square, gently guiding Mirabel on what it meant to lead Encanto. Occasionally she would go on walks with her through the street. Telling her the history behind each family so Mirabel would know them as intimately as Abuela had. There was very little that went unobserved. Including Luisa’s little crush.

Abuela had seen you grab a piece of masonry that had fallen as Luisa moved a flat of bricks. You walked along with her, lone brick in hand, striking up a conversation. You had been known to Luisa before, but it was as though she saw you with new eyes. She set down the flat at it’s destination, and you handed her the brick. She said something, presumably an expression of gratitude and put it down. You waved off her thanks and took off on your way. She touch the place where your hands had brushed, blushing softly.

Days passed, and it seems you found any excuse to be around Luisa. Abuela couldn’t help but remember how Pedro did the same. Those were back in the days when she was nothing but apprentice to a midwife. He would find any excuse. ‘Señora, let me carry that bucket.’ ‘Señora those rags look heavy.’ You were far les help than Pedro was, and she smiled every time she watched Luisa hip check you out of her way.

On day as she guided Mirabel through town, telling her about the Melendez’s, she watched Luisa come around the corner, a rose in her hair, and a bright blush on her face, followed by a very self satisfied looking you. She pressed Dolores about what happened later and found that you had stolen a kiss placing the rose in her hair. She held a calm expression, but was bursting with joy inside.

Eventually you were invited to meet the entire family to declare your intentions to wed. Luisa tried to hold still and not fidget, but she couldn’t stop smiling. You looked just as enamored as always. Abuela gave you her blessing and you asked Luisa for her hand. Tears slid down Luisa’s face as she nodded, her smiled radiant. She hugged you tight, and Abuela finally granted the table a warm smile.

“This marriage will be so good for Encanto.”