#Agustín is fine 😩

[gamerbearmira]

(SA)

"Are we sure this will be good enough? Shouldn't we have somewhere completely sterile for when the babies come? Or maybe somewhere with a door or a bed? I know we're all used to our beds here but maybe another bed would be more comfortable for this?" Agustin was fretting and fussing over his very much about to pop wife who was relaxing in the newly formed Delivery Cave. According to Pedro the cave would show up in the last month of pregnancy.

Pepa laughed a bit from where she was on her own bed in the delivery cave and snuggled into Felix.

"And people thought I'd be the anxious mess." Pepa teased as she laid her head on Felix's chest while he dropped kisses to her head every few seconds and kept one of his hands over her belly. A drastic contrast to the fretting and fussing Agustin.

"Everything will be fine." Bruno called as he entered the cave as well to give both of his sisters kisses on the cheek.

"How'd it go today Brunito?" Julieta asked knowing her brother had been out there to drive Alma away. She had started trying to actually come near them when she found out about their pregnancies. Not that it mattered to the triplets.

She'd thrown them out over ten years ago and the only time she actually saw them before this was their weddings. She never sought them out before that or tried to talk to them. So why bother now?

They were perfectly happy without her.

"She actually seemed worried this time and demanded to know if there was a mid wife on the way or if we had a safe clean place for the babies. Got to hand it to her she's either a great actress or she was actually worried."

Agustín fr need to calm down gah dayum 😭😭 Julieta is clearly fine, homegirl isn’t in any kinda distress, but then again, it is his first child, so I can see where he’s coming from. But fr, I think bro needs to sit down and drinks some water for a min 🗿

Ignore the weird formatting 😩 I forgot to change the way they were facing

Willing to bet he just passed out ( or got really close to) at. Every birth of his daughters. Especially with Mirabel, when the mid wife (if there is one) just said

“The hell?”

Cause Mirabel has four arms when she was born and she was mad confused for a moment because she was used to the animal ears and even Camilo’s scales, but not the extra limbs 💀💀 had to reassure them like a million times she was healthy albeit a tad small.

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[andrayuss]

Heyyyy so I was wondering if you could write a fanfic for Julieta and Agustín based on kinschi’s recent art of Julieta wearing one of Agustín’s suits. His reaction is just sooo cute that I really want to read some fluffy (or smutty lmao) fic alongside it 😩😩❤️ and I just love your fanfics for Julieta and Agustín SM

Fandom: Encanto Pairing: Julieta Madrigal / Agustín Madrigal Characters: Julieta Madrigal, Pepa Madrigal, Bruno Madrigal, Félix Madrigal, Agustín Madrigal Words: 1749 Notes: Here is Kinschi's artwork the anon is referring too! I HIGHLY recommend following @kinschi because her artwork makes me feel some type of way ... just do it. You won't regret it.

“Ay, Agustín. Are you alright?”

The back of his head was throbbing in pain. His wife’s voice sounded like a faraway dream. And he could feel the start of a goose egg forming where he hit his head on the tile. He doesn’t even know what he tripped on for heaven's sake! 

Agustín looked up through his messy fringe and a fiery blush immediately crossed his cheeks - not from his embarrassing fall in front of the family, but from the sight of his wife in front of him. 

She stood there with her hand out to him and wearing … his suit? 

His heart skipped a beat. He’s seen his wife wear his clothes before but that had usually been just his button ups or underwear. Something casual that she could toss on when she wanted to lounge around their bedroom. Now that she was wearing the whole ensemble … well.

He didn’t know what to say. 

Julieta helped him to his feet without escaping her gaze. He didn’t hear what Bruno said to make Pepa strike him with a bolt of lightning but it was probably well deserved. In a dazed state, he eyed his wife up and down, curious, aroused, and a little confused on what was going on with her and her siblings. 

“Does this mean I get to wear your dress now?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. 

Julieta broke into a laugh, not able to keep a straight face. 

“Yes, me too! Pepi, give me one of your dresses!” Félix jumped with glee, clapping his hands together in front of him. Pepa playfully rolled her eyes at him. 

“You do realise that none of them would fit you?”

Félix scoffed. “But I’d look freaking amazing!” He grabbed her tiny wrists with his big hands and began to pull her towards the stairs. “Come on! Let’s at least try!”

Pepa chuckled, letting him drag her along. “Ok, ok. We can at least try.”

The two resorted upstairs in a fit of giggles and laughter and slammed the door shut behind him. There was a loud clicking sound of a lock that the siblings vividly heard but chose to not comment on. 

“Well, I guess she won’t be needing this back anytime soon.” Bruno commented, fanning out the skirt of the dress with his hands. His hair became dishevelled when Pepa struck him earlier and the dress seemed to fit him oddly well. In a way, he did look like Pepa on her more stormy days. 

“I’m going to go to wash this thing before I give it back to Pepa. I farted in it a couple of times and I don’t think she’ll appreciate the smell it left behind.” 

Bruno walked off to his room with a swagger in his step. He clearly enjoyed wearing his sister’s clothes and felt more than comfortable picking the wedgie as he waddled up the stairs in a true brotherly fashion. When he disappeared from the foyer, Julieta looked to Agustín. 

“Did you… actually want to try on one of my dresses?” She asked bashfully. 

Agustín was surprised by her shyness. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and didn’t make eye contact with him. He wasn’t sure why she was so apprehensive, but he knew a good laugh would bring her back to her usual self. 

“Of course!” He exclaimed. “Let’s follow suit and try one on now. I think I just pulled your nice blue dress out of the wash last night.”

“Oh, Agustín. I need to wear that for Dolores’ dinner tomorrow.”

He shrugged. “It’s fine. I won’t dirty it.”

“Dirtying it is the least of my worries.”

Agustín ignored her concerns and reached for her hand to lead them to their bedroom. Once the door was shut behind them, he plopped himself on the bed like a giddy child and clicked his feet together.

Julieta began searching through her closet, searching through racks of handmade clothing for her dress. She reached up on her tip-toes and had her tongue between her teeth as she searched, and Agustín leaned back and admired the view. If he looked that good every time he wore that suit, he wondered how Julieta wasn’t on him all day. Even though he was taller than her, the pants bunched above her ankles to reveal that she wore his mismatched purple socks that Mirabel made for him. He was surprised that she even found those since he always hid them in a special place. 

She finally pulled out the blue dress and looked at it longingly like she might never see it again. “Promise me you won’t rip it?”

Agustín gasped. “I would never! I know how long it took you to make that! Hand it here,” he held out his hands for her. Julieta made a careless laugh and tossed it over. She swapped seats with him and lay flat on the bed so her head was facing the ceiling, covering her eyes with her hands. “I don’t want to see until it’s on.”

“Well, then you’re going to miss the best part,” Agustín laughed. He began undoing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, eyeing his wife to see if she really wasn’t looking. When she didn’t budge when he took off his trousers, he huffed out an annoyed breath and began to fiddle with her dress. There was no zipper or buttons so he tried pulling it on over his feet, but the neckhole was too small for him to get his knobby knees through. He tried a new technique of removing one foot and seeing how far up his leg the dress would go, but hopping around on one foot made him lose his balance and he screeched as he fell over onto the floor with a big thud. 

Julieta sprang up and looked at her darling husband lying on the floor. She shook her head. “Do you need help?”

He nodded his head in defeat. “Yes please.”

Julieta sighed amusingly and got to her feet. “Take it off and stand up.” She demanded. 

Agustín did as told and removed the entangled dress from his feet. He held the dress out in front of him and she took it and began bunching it at the bottom. “Lift your arms up.” 

He lifted them and examined Julieta’s technique of tossing the dress over his arms and sliding it down over his head. He thinks he’s seen her put her clothes on like this before but he’s not usually watching where the dress goes but rather what it covers. She helped him slide his arms through the elbow length sleeves, running her fingers along his skin. Then, she made her way down to his torso and fixed the fitted seam that would sit around her waistline but rested at the top of his stomach instead. Agustín shivered when she traced the seam with her fingers, pushing into his skin slightly. 

Next was the skirt itself. It fell nicely around his boxy frame but the length only reached his calves due to his towering height. Julieta got down on her knees and began fanning out the ruffles, delicately lifting the fabric in the air and letting it fall back into place. On the last toss, she let the skirt fall over her head as she began to work on the inner lining layer. The thin, silky fabric got tangled around his waist so she began to pull at it, knuckles brushing against the skin above his underwear every so often. Agustín tried not to move while she worked but there was something about the sight of his wife underneath his dress that made his stomach get butterflies.

And just as soon as they came, her hands were gone in an instant. His skin felt cold at the loss of her touch. She emerged from the material and went back to fiddling with the ruffles. Once done, she leaned back and rested her hands on her knees, eyeing her work, lost in thought.

“Well, how do I look?” He asked with a hint of eagerness. Julieta rose to her feet, not looking impressed. His expression immediately dropped. “Uh oh. What’s wrong? Did I pull a seam somewhere?”

“Mmm, no,” she hummed. “I’m just disappointed that you look better in that dress than me.”

Agustín threw his head back and laughed. “You can’t be serious!” 

“I am! Casita,” she clapped her hands together. “Can you bring us the mirror please?”

The room shook as the door for Agustín’s closet flew open and the tiles moved the body length mirror into the middle of the room. He turned around and looked at his reflection. That same, throaty chuckle returned when he saw how ridiculous he looked. 

“Oh jeez, Julieta. I can see why you didn’t want me wearing this dress. It looks horrible!” 

“What do you mean? You look so handsome! I especially love the exposed calves,” she bent down and slapped his hairy legs, causing him to jump. 

“Hey, be careful! I thought you didn’t want me ruining your dress,” he laughed, running his hands down the ruffles to fix them. 

“It’s fine. Maybe we should wear each other's clothes more often,” she said, joining him in the mirror. She wrapped her arm around his waist and stood up straighter, trying to match his height.

“I’m not sure.” He mused, pulling her closer. “I like the dress, but it’s a little drafty down there. What happens if there’s a big gust of wind?”

“You’ll get used to it with having Pepa around,” she waved him off. “But I don’t think I'm giving this back anytime soon. I kind of like the way I look,” she ran her fingers down the length of her collar and puffed it out to emphasize her point. “And these trousers are much comfier than I had imagined.”

“I like the way you look too, but unfortunately, I’m going to need all of that back.”

She shook her head. “No thank you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “No thank you?”

Julieta nodded. “No thank you. I think I'll hang on to this for a little while longer.”

Agustín puffed out some air. “Alright. Then I’ll just have to wear this to Dolores’ dinner. Hopefully there will be dancing, I need to stretch it out in some places…”

Julieta scolded him and hit him on his arm. She tried to look stern but her annoyance only made him laugh harder.

#my fic #kinschi #encanto #disney encanto #encanto fic #encanto fanfic #julieta madrigal #encanto 2021 #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #felix madrigal #agustin madrigal #julieta x agustin #julieta madrigal x agustin madrigal #pepa x felix #pepa madrigal x felix madrigal #ok this was funny asf to write and i was drunk most of time #write drunk edit sober #at least its not the normal 2am fic post!! #oh this might be a good time to say that I do not write smut unfortunately #ALSO anon if you weren't referring to this piece of art then this is really embarassing