Hey! I Was Wondering If You Could Write Something About (y/n) Being Slightly Stronger Than The Average

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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.

Hey, I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm wondering if it's okay if I tag you in any Sevika content I may come across? 😊

Sure I don’t mind tag away!

What anout a Luisa x a Reader who is skilled in massagong, like, the kind of skill that makes anyone melt out of relaxarion and the reader always hellps Luisa to relax after her long days of work, because ley's be honest, agter all the weight luisa has to carry, she deserves a good relaxing massage.

Love it!

Your arrangement had started after you had her help move a particularly heavy screen. She had been rather hesitant at first, feeling that she didn’t deserve such luxuries.

“This isn’t so bad, now is it?” You asked her exposed back as you kneaded her shoulders.

“No.” She sighed. You grinned at how hard she was trying to not be vocal. From then on, once a week, you would have her come over, just to move the screen s few inches, and the reward her with a nice massage.

“So we’re gonna have to stop doing this.” Luisa said during one of your weekly meetups.

“What? Why?” You asked.

“W-well, I l-like you and I uh.” She hesitated, rubbing the back of her neck.

“I like you too.” You said, stepping closer. “All the more reason to keep giving you free-bees.”

“But, won’t your other clients have a problem with this?”

“Don’t worry about them. Now strip and get on the table, I want to see if that knot in your left shoulder is resolving.” Luisa nodded and did as she was told once you were out of the room. By the time you moved in together, the familiarity with her body made the massages therapeutic for you as well, and when she was in her room, she felt no particular compilation to be quiet. You earned small gasps and sighs as your hands worked, the tension draining from her bit by bit until she was completely relaxed. Then it was time for a shower and off to bed, where you’d be snuggled close, her relaxed body, drawing comfort from your presence.

I bet sevika would look really pretty with all tied up in maroon rope.

Hey! I was wondering if you could write something about (y/n) being slightly stronger than the average person but she doesn’t look like it lol Like Luisa finds outs about (y/n) strength and finds more of a reason to just fall for (y/n). I’ve just been loving your Luisa x reader posts <3

Let’s go!

You had already been fortunate enough to catch the eye of the strongest (and prettiest, in your opinion) of the Madrigals. She sought you out regularly because of your knowledge in various spa, and relaxation techniques, as well as, in her words, “being nice company”. Well, far be it from you to ever reject that.

You had coaxed her into letting you take care of her feet after a week of somewhat obvious discomfort. She sat, her feet in a bucket of hot water as you worked with a little aromatherapy, to try to get the rest of her to relax as well. You rubber her neck and shoulders gently, not truly massaging.

“Oh what now!?” You grumbled at a knock at the door. “Stay right there, I’ll be back.” You promised before leaving her side. She hummed in response.

“The fire wood you requested.” Señor Lopez said, doffing his hat respectfully.

“Thank you so much. Was the payment earlier sufficient!”

“Yes! Would you like me to bring it in-“

“Oh, no thank you, I’ve got it.” You said cheerfully, grabbing firewood in one hand and hauling it inside. “Have a nice day!”

“You as well.” He said before turning to leave. You shut the door and turned to see Luisa half way standing and staring at you with a sort of shocked and love struck expression.

“Sit!” You commanded playfully, before walking to the usual spot for the fire wood, and setting the cord down. You turned back to your still awestruck client. “What?” You asked.

“You-how did you-by yourself?” She trailed off.

“I’m a masseuse, remember? I have to be strong to get the knots out of people.” She blinked.

“Marry me?” You laughed at her request, and walked back to your aromatherapy supplies.

“Take me out first. I have a no marriage before the first date policy.” You joked.

“Are you busy tomorrow night?”

“Not particularly.” You said, kneeling before her and guiding one of her feet out of the water.

“Will you have dinner with me?” She requested softly.

“I would love to.

Just braiding Luisa’s hair sleepily 😌😌💕

I normally wouldn’t do a duplicate, but I need this, so let’s go.

Luisa flopped down on the bed, head and shoulders coming to rest in your lap as you read.

“Mi Vida?” You asked, peering over the top of your book. Her hair was a mess with twigs poking out, some of which were sticking in your leg.

“Amor.” She replied, eyes closed, a single eyelid twitching.

“I take it your mamá and Tia are still going at it?” You asked, petting her forehead, putting your book to the side. Luisa groaned.

“I wouldn’t mind, but the gathering donkeys in a hurricane is getting taxing as hell. Not to mention I’m the only person who can be out in the wind. And all of the town elders need help with gathering water, and getting supplies, and..ugh!”

“You brought a little bit of the storm home.” You said gently pulling on a twig. She sighed and went to sit up, only to feel your hands applying pressure to her shoulders. You placed a couple gentle kisses on her neck. “Let me take care of you.” You whispered in her ear. She looked over at your face and took a deep breath.

“Okay.” She said softly. You pulled loose her hair ribbon, gently, and began the painstaking process of unraveling the twigs from her curls.

“So what started this little spat? I haven’t heard the particulars.” You admitted, unwrapping a lock of hair from two of the twigs.

“It’s so stupid!” She gestured aggressively at the ceiling. “It’s all over that damn wedding cake.”

“The one for Dolores?” You asked, successfully pulling loose a twig. You kissed her hairline and set to work on the second.

“Yes! Mamá said that she should probably do it since she’s had the most practice cooking, but Tia Pepa said that she aught to because she’s the mother of the bride.” You moved your hands as Luisa moved her head, carefully not to pull.

“Sooo, working together didn’t come up as an option?” You laid another twig to the side.

“By the time Tio Bruno suggested it, they were already mad at each other. No, Tia though mamá meant that she couldn’t cook, and mamá thought she was saying that she wasn’t good enough to make Dolores’s cake.” The last twig came free.

“What does Dolores think?” Heavy sigh from Luisa.

“She’s just hopping that it will all blow over.”

“Meanwhile, you get to clean up the mess.” You supplied, massaging her scalp gently.

“It’s not that bad, Mi Vida.” She argued, you picked up her arm, gesturing at a bruise just above her wrist.

“You don’t bruise easy angel.” Your tone was level, but there was a glint in your eyes. She looked into your eyes, pulling her arm from your hand and running her fingers over your cheekbones.

“They’re starting to calm down, probably tomorrow it’ll barely be a drizzle.” She soothed. You didn’t respond to that directly, put you did grab the hair brush from the bedside table and start smoothing it over her hair.

“It had better be.” You finally said. “I don’t want to pick a fight with them, but I will if they don’t get their acts together.” Luisa smiled.

“I love it when you’re feisty.” Her hand went to the back of your neck, guiding you down into a kiss.

“And I adore you.” You straighten slightly, finishing the brushing, and parting her hair down the middle. Starting on the right, you began to braid from the edger of her hairline to the tips of her hair, humming as you went. You tied it off with a smaller ribbon and let it sit for a moment. “Too tight?”

“No, feels good.” She murmured, her eyes closed and her breathing steady.

“Good.” You said simply before staring on the other side. As you tied that braid off, you whispered her name. There was no response, and you smiled, gently lifting her off of you so you could stretch out next to her. She rolled in her sleep, sensing you next to her, putting an arm around your back, snuggling you close.

“Oh I am so picking a fight tomorrow.” You murmured decisively as you dozed off.

Sevika Getting Hurt Headcanons

Pairing:Sevika x Reader

Tw:Mention of Wounds

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Now, to say Sevika got hurt often during missions was an understatement

Of course the lost of her arm was her most serious injury she ever had, but that doesn't meant she never came back with some broken bones or deep wounds

And funny enough that's how the both of you met

Being the most experienced nurse in Zaun gave you a good position amongst Silco's goons, having you just wait in a room built just for you to treat the goons

One day she came up to your workspace against her will, but Ran was so worried about their friend's good arm as Sevika dislocated her shoulder in the middle of combat

She didn't think to much about you on this first time, but something inside her just melted when she saw you teaching Jinx how to apply Silco's eye medicine

The patience you had while teaching the gremlin and the care you had while doing your job made something sparkle in her heart

Which led to you dating, and every time she came into your office you swore she got scratches on purpose just to see you

They were barely visible and knowing her strength she probably didn't even felt them

But right know it was one of the serious cases where she got shot during conflict with some enforcers

You knew she was a though woman, but a bullet in the stomach wasn't something simple

Two of the strongest goons arrives carrying her while Ran and Dustin explained what happened

You shooed them away and immediately went full on doctor mode, even with your girlfriends weak demands that she was fine

After long 2 hours of concentration you managed to extract the bullet and put her to sleep

When she woke up you could not help yourself on scolding her for being reckless with enforcers and how she could have died

At this point in your relationship she just listened, cause she knew it made you feel better about the situation

But even when she got hurt bad, your favorite part was the recovery

When you explained to Silco what happened as much as he was annoyed, he understood that Sevika needed to be fully healed before going back to assignments

She hated it too, but as soon as you laid there with her she was glad that it made you two spend some time together when you didn’t have any patients

Changing bandages in the middle of caressing touches and kisses

Prohibiting her to smoke and drink and making her kinda upset about it

But making up to her by making her favorite food and giving her some well deserved massages

Helping her eat and take the medicine needed

Just having her by your side all the time gave you peace to know she wasn’t in danger

But honestly, you just prefer to spend time with her when she was completely ok lol

hiii i love your luisa x readers <33 they literally increased my hyperfixation on encanto so i'd like to make a request of my own, where luisa is just pining for the reader working up the courage to confess w/ the help of her family hyping her up? feel free to add any details about the reader i love your work <33

This is adorable!

Luisa sighed, watching you walk across the square, your basket over an arm. As far as she was concerned, you were perfect. Kind eyes, sweet smile, luminous eyes.

“You’re staring again, sweetheart.” Julietta said, glancing at her middle child over her work.

“What, no! No I’m not, I just, uh.” Luisa sighed again, looking over at her mother. “You know.” She made a vague hand gesture.

“Go talk to her. I have it on good authority, she doesn’t bite.” Dolores chimed in as she walked past.

“Unless you want her too.” Camilo added, taking your form. “Oh Luisa!” He cooed in your voice.

“Stop it!” She said trying to block your view of his behavior.

“Camilo, be nice.” Julietta chided mildly.

“Yes Tia.” He turned back and Luisa moved to try to spot you again. You were nowhere to be seen. She gave another little sigh and wandered off to find something to do.

The next day, you were attending to your laundry at the river, Luisa stood off to the side pretending to work on a bridge. A bouquet of red roses appeared in front of her nose.

“Go talk to her.” Isabela encouraged.

“She’s busy.” She argued, waving the flowers away.

“What are you afraid of?”

“I can hear you.” You said, glancing up from your washing. Luisa lost all color in her face before becoming very red.

“I think I hear Abuela.” She power walked away fast, Isabela on her heels making quiet chicken noises.

That night, she dreamt that you were laying next to her on the grass, your head on her shoulder. You smiled fondly leaning forward to kiss her. At that moment, a clap of thunder from Peppa and Felix’s room snapped her awake.

“I can’t imagine her not liking you.” Julietta said, helping Luisa do her hair perfectly that morning, as Isa and Mirabel helped with her makeup.

“I’m just glad you’re going to talk to her.” Mirabel said, applying a small amount of eyeshadow.

“You look perfect.” Isa took a couple steps back to really get a look at Luisa. “You’re bound to win her over looking like this.” Luisa blushed and murmured her thanks.

She found you gathering berries in the woods thanks to Antonio’s assistance.

“Y/n, uh, hi.” She said.

“Luisa. Is there something I can help you with?”

“Yes, I mean, no. Uh maybe?” She winced at how poorly she felt she was doing. You smiled, resting your basket on your hip.

“I’m all ears.” Luisa sighed.

“I’ve, well, noticed you.” She said. “And uh, I was wondering if you had ever, you know.” You raised an eyebrow.

“If I had ever what?”

“N-noticed me.” You smiled, setting your basket down.

“Of course I noticed you. You’re sort of hard to miss.”

“Not like that.” She looked frustrated.

“You mean, in a less than platonic way?” She nodded. Rubbing the back of her neck. “Yes, I have.”

“I understand l, I’ll just-“ she moved to leave before blinking and turning back to face you. “You have?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

“Why don’t you help me gather these berries, and we’ll discuss this.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely.”

This is amazing 🥲

Random unorganized thoughts: Sevika and intimacy

MDNI 18+ some nsfw mostly sfw

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So it's common knowledge or agreement ig, that Sevika tried to avoid interpersonal relationships getting to know people or being with someone for a goal whether it be sex, money or Zaun. Brothels, gambling and work. But what made her like that.

So I keep thinking she kinda has eldest daughter syndrome right? Like she feels the need to carry everything herself and still seems to end up failing. Even when she blows off steam at the brothel there's always something else.

Yea she's scared of someone she loves getting hurt but she's more scared of getting herself hurt. So she kinda just snips people out.

Now I keep imagining her when she realizes that she just can't cut her s/o out of her life. That ghosting them, being the reason they cry hurts her way more than they could hurt her.

I also keep thinking about that one nonsexual intimacy thing and how everyone's in agreement she's a threat, she's scary, shes a weapon, she's hot, she's big she goes to the brothel. Imagine what slight face touches would do to her, kissing her scars, giving her little gifts, playing with her hair, back rubs.

That poor women probably has been objectified by most people one way or the other, but seems to push anyone with interest that she can away.

You go to lay down with her and her first words are "not tonight baby I'm tired" and her melting when you lay with her and pull her into your chest.

Whenever you guys cuddle she so tense, when you trace the back of your finger across her face she just stares at you, you'd probably think she didn't like it and when you pull away she says "don't stop" but she sounded a bit harsh but inside her hearts beating so fast.

Imagining her laying her head in your lap to listen to you talk, and you start to play with her hair and she just sighs. It's feels good.

Taking showers with her and in the least sexual way just cleaning each other, her pulling you into the kitchen to dance, pulling you onto her lap to shove her face in the crook of your neck, the way she glides her lips across your skin you your arms, leaving faint traces of black lipstick across your body.

The kind of intimacy that it feels so good it makes your heart ache, your head go dizzy and tears fall.