No but it's my personal headcanon that Agustin is far less accident-prone when he's taking care of other people. He's kinda reckless only when it comes to himself but not when it comes to others.
Also he'd totally trip over the moment he lays her down.
Little sneak preview of the story I've been writing because I love this section so much:
*trigger warning for discussion of suicidal ideation and attempt*
"My entire life, all I have ever wanted to do was protect you three. To keep you out of harm’s way. But I didn’t do that with you,” she said mournfully.
“You didn’t know, mamá.”
“I should have. It’s a mother’s job to know how her children are doing. You asked why I didn’t help you when you were struggling. Ever since you were a child, you always felt things more deeply than your brother and sister. Something that wouldn’t upset them would bring you to tears. If you saw a hurt animal, you would cry for hours. Injustice would make your blood boil.” Alma picked a loose thread off Pepa’s dress. “Your brother and sister cared, but not the way you did. When you felt things, it would overcome you. And that scared me.”
“It scared me too, mamá!” Pepa responded, growing angry again. “Why didn’t you do anything? You just let me suffer.”
“Because I didn’t understand it.” Alma took Pepa’s hands in hers. “I knew you were hurting, but I didn’t know how to help you, other than to try and make it stop.”
“But you weren’t making it stop, mamá. All you did was force me to push down the bad feelings because I didn’t want to upset you.”
“I just wanted to protect you, Pepa.” Alma rocked her in her arms. “I wanted your bad feelings to go away so they would stop hurting you.”
“They didn’t go away. They just festered and grew bigger. I needed a way to let them out. But I had to keep suppressing them for years until they got to the breaking point!”
“I am so sorry, Pepa…”
“All you cared about was how things looked. Under the surface, I was drowning. Do you even know how many times I considered doing…what I did today?”
“You’ve felt this way for a while.” It was a statement, not a question.
“For years, mamá. I felt worthless. Like I was disappointing you. My stupid emotions that I couldn’t control endangered people. My family, my children. My precious baby Antonio. This seemed like the best way to protect them…from me.”
“Oh, Pepa…” Alma engulfed her in a crushing hug. “I guess we both went about trying to protect our families the wrong way.”
“They would be better off without me,” Pepa sulked. “You all would.”
“Nonsense. You make our lives better. Not having you here is unimaginable.” Alma swallowed hard. “Today, when we found you, lying in bed, lifeless, it felt like the sun had been extinguished.”
That knocked the wind out of Pepa. “Mamá…”
“You may have rain and wind, but you also have sunshine, Pepa. You bring light into our lives. Don’t take that away.” Alma’s hands ran down Pepa’s back. “Don’t take away our sunshine.”
If you’re taking prompts, could I please have 113 for Félix/Pepa?
OMG OMG OMG I FREAKING LOVE YOUR WRITING THIS IS KAKAJSJISJSB
Well… I’m taking my finalls next month so I don’t think I’ll have much time to write. But once I’m free I’ll give it a try… it’s been 6 years since the last time I wrote something, it will be funny
Also, It will be my first time writing in English 🥶
Pepa has a praise kink. Just look at her, she absolutely melts into a puddle when Félix praises her. I’d love to see this in action, please.
Aye I gotchu 👍 let's get some Pepa praise in a bitch.
Birthday's in a Madrigal household were KINDA a big deal, especially when its the original triplets. It was an all day event, literally only stopping till it was well into the night. Not that Pepa minded, if it were up to her, she'd party till the sun came up. But with Julieta being tired and Bruno having a small limit for social interaction, the party unfortunately had to end. Well, sort of. As Félix took her back up to her room, this crazy woman was still trying to dance, body working on autopilot and barely avoiding things in the hallway. He laughed, trying not to be too loud as he twirled her, keeping her from breaking a vase and probably waking up the exhausted members of the family.
"You're WILD Pepi!! It's like you never stop!"
With strength that'd make Luisa jealous, she yanked him right towards her, a smirk on her lips. Pepa didn't drink alcohol anymore, but this woman was absolutely drunk off the party atmosphere. Enough to make her frisky anyway, given the hand on his ass.
"Why would I WANT to? It's not midnight YET, it's still mi cumpleaños!"
He was a gentleman as he pushed her door open for her, helping get this beautiful woman inside her room. He put his hand at her hip, which automatically made her wrap her arms around him.
"I love how you love your birthdays. Most women hate their birthdays, they feel old."
"Oye- I'm fifty three now, I AM old! But you're old too, and you haven’t gotten ugly. Not yet, anyway."
He snorted. He had one or two or drink, so he was just a BIT goofier than usual. Not too much though, he wanted enough of a clear head to be present with his wife, in this moment.
"You will NEVER be ugly. Ever. Look at you. Give Papi a spin, let him look at you~"
He helped her give him a slow spin, and he whooped loudly, acting as if they hadn't been married for over thirty years.
"Ay, you're stupid, Félix."
"And you're GORGEOUS Pepa! Look at you! Dios, I can't believe I got to MARRY you!"
She chuckled into her palm, crying out in gleeful surprise as his body weight sent her onto her bed, with him on top of her. They were giggly, blushing messes, and his heart couldn't feel more complete. He felt himself lean into her hand like a cat, and if he could, he'd be purring.
"I love you, Félix. I have the best husband."
"You really do. Especially since I have a birthday gift for you~"
THAT got her excited, he could tell from the rainbows over her pretty little head.
"Oh oh oh! Is it chocolates?"
Félix snorted, shaking his head.
"Pepa, you got chocolates as most of your gifts. How much more do you need?"
"All of it. Literally all of it."
If he could, he'd give her all the chocolate the world could offer. Really, he would. He sat up a bit, holding one of her hands in his.
"How about tomorrow, I take you to the Merchant's square? We can go see Gunter, and you buy WHATEVER candy you want from him. On me."
"Isn't it all so expensive?"
"Oh absolutely, he charges up the ass- but for you? Worth it. Though if you wanna get me a discount, show a bit of cleavage-"
"Félix."
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding! Seriously though, that'll be part two of your gift."
She raised a brow at him, clearly suspicious.
"And what's part one?"
"Part one, is me telling you all the things I LOVE about you. I made a whole list and everything."
With her free hand, she put her hand over her chest, clearly flattered.
"Aw, Félix. You made a list? For me?"
"Of course! I have it right...uh, I think I paid Bruno twenty pesos to eat it."
She wanted to laugh, but settled for a small sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"I'm sorry, what? WHY would you do that?"
"I was a few drinks in, and I thought it'd be funny. It was, he like, swallowed it whole. It was impressive."
"See, this is why you can't drink tequila."
He raised a finger at her, slightly scowling.
"Hey, YOUR mamá keeps offering to drink off with me. And that woman can put drink me under the table, hijole!"
He loved her family. Her hard working sister, her weird little brother, her sassy and strict mother. She folded her arms over her chest, nose up in the air in a sense of displeasure.
"So, no list?"
"No no no, you're getting a list. It just won't be organized worth a shit. Trust me, I don't REALLY need it. Not for you. Hell, I'll start now. I love your hair."
He gently carressed her braid in his hand, making sure not to damage a single lock of hair of hair on his head. She still tried to look unimpressed, but he knew he was already getting to her, based on how he was looking at him from the corner of her eyes.
"Go on."
"I love how soft it is. I love how long it is. I love watching you put it up in the morning, I love how it clings to you when you're sweaty or just got out of the shower. I love how it moves when you dance,"
His fingers slowly trickled up her braid, and the second his nails hit her scalp, he watched her just melt under his touch.
"I love how when I touch it just right, you melt under me. Como un gato bonito~"
He kissed the hair on the top of her head, ever so gently pulling on the hair in his hand, just a bit. She sighed dreamily into it, clearly basking in his touch.
"You're cheating. You're so cheating."
"You're just mad because you like it~...now, about your face. Where do I START with your face?"
He cupped her face in his hand, studying her fearures for a moment. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
"I'd punch anyone else for saying that, you know."
"I love how your brows furrow when you act grumpy. I love your eyebrows, even though you hate them."
"I do, they're bushy."
"I mean something else is bushy, never hear you talk shit about that-"
"Félix."
He tried not to snort as he held his hands up in defense.
"Just saying, I love them. Your eyebrows. Your beautiful eyelashes, your nose, your cheeks, and your lips...ay Pepa, tus labios~"
He couldn't resist a kiss. Another one. Another. He unfortunately had to close his eyes after who knows many kisses, in order to fully enjoy them. They tasted like chocolates and various mocktails. He LOVED it. He opened his eyes after a moment, sighing dreamily at his absolutely gorgeous wife.
"You have the softest lips. They're softer than any cloud, any flower. Everytime I kiss them, I think to myself, 'so this is love'."
Her poor face was misting now, she was trying to hide in her pillows. It was precious, watching those red cheeks through them, like a lighthouse through a fog. He held onto her hand, and ever so slowly trailed kisses up her arm. From her shoulder, to the tips of her fingers.
"And tus manos. Your fingers are so long, your nails are always perfect. I could hold your hands forever. I ever tell you which fingers are my favorite?"
"...no."
Still embarrassed. Still beautiful.
"Your ring finger is one. Seeing it on your finger, knowing it means you're mine, Pepa I still have to pinch myself."
He kissed the gold band, once, twice, thrice. The coolness against her soft, warm skin was to die for.
"And the second one?"
"Your middle. I've seen you start fights with these, it's incredible."
"Like that one woman at the bar?"
He chuckled as he kissed that finger, recalling the moment.
"Oh I remember that. Pepa, you ACTUALLY elbow dropped a woman, we're still not allowed at that bar."
"She deserved it. She kept flirting with you, the middle finger was a warning that she did NOT listen to."
"It was so impressive, I couldn't stop you. Seriously, even the bouncer stepped the fuck back."
They both snorted at the thought. Pepa was passionate in everything she did, including violence. He lifted himself up a bit, in order to kiss her chest.
"Your heart is beautiful too. You love with EVERYTHING that you are."
"...if you need to take off my dress to continue, you can take it off."
"Gracias, Pepi."
It took a little bit of movement for him to get her out of it, but when he did, he whistled, and whistled loudly.
"And your body. Such soft skin,"
He leaned down to kiss between her breasts, finding comfort in the soft material of her yellow bra. Women had such lovely, such soft clothes, he loved it.
"So smooth, it's like god carved you by hand. And he painted you with so many lovely, lovely freckles. He thought you were so beautiful, he trapped the stars right onto you."
"You talk too much, Félix..."
She acted so confident sometimes, but even the most brazen woman needed to be told how lovely she was. He kissed down her lovely stomach, with the patience of a saint, taking in slow, soft inhales of her practically glowing skin. He could tell she was aroused, given her slightly shakey breath, given the way sweat clung to his lips at every kiss. Sweet, but salty. If Pepa were a dessert, she'd be something light, with a dash of sea salt carmel. He chuckled, hands softly cupping her thighs now, kissing JUST above that lovely underwear.
"You're too modest. I'm only telling you facts. I could kiss every freckle on your body, all night long, and I'd still be unable to reach them all."
He made a good attempt though, kissing at freckle after freckle on her stomach, hip, and to be a tease, her thighs. She was starting to squirm now, hip ever so lightly trying to buck into his mouth.
"Félix..."
"Easy, mami. I'm getting there. I also love your legs. God they're so long, so smooth. I LOVE seeing them when you dance. I love seeing them when you walk, or even when you stomp. They're so gorgeous- there's no other legs like these in the entire Encanto."
He hoisted one leg over his shoulder as he slowly trailed his kisses up her leg, stopping just shy of her feet. From here, he could see just a damp spot on her underwear, ever growing from his tempting affections. He switched legs, now kissing downward, mumbling about her legs seemed to go on for miles. Then, he was face to face with the cute little cloth, so tempted to just dive in headfirst.
"Félix please-"
"Shh. I'm not done. I love this part too. Ever seen I was a teenager, I've been interested in whats up the skirt of pretty girls. But Pepa...when I first tasted you. I knew I didn't want anyone else. You're like a drink of water after a long, exhausting day in the desert. You remember that one time, we were at the library, and I was 'helping you study'?"
Her cheeks were so red at the memory, he had to fan away some fog from her face to get a proper look at her.
"You're an awful study partner. Everytime I tried to read you'd pull up my skirt como un pervertido."
"You looked cute. Especially when you wore the one with little lemons on them-oh you made me so hungry. You still do. Only, it's SO much worse now."
She gripped onto his hair, trying to prompt him forward. She hated waiting.
"Is it? You were AWFUL then. Under the desk...touching me. I ruined a perfectly good chair that day."
"It's what the chair would've wanted, I'm sure."
He chuckled. He hooked a thumb over her panties, parting it to the side. It revealed a hairy, sopping wet pussy, with its juices slowly seeping onto the poor sheets below.
"Ay Pepita...you know just seeing this, it makes my heart race. You're so beautiful. All this gorgeous hair, all these wet folds...Pepa, you're a man's dream. You're MY dream."
He covered his head as it started to gently sprinkle. Oh, the poor thing was starting to tear up now.
"Félix...you mean that, don't you?"
"Si. Every word. You sometimes think you're a problem, with your gift and all, but the only woe you’ve ever caused me, is leaving the room without taking me with you. Te amo, Pepa. I can say it till my voice gives out."
"Or you could stop being a tease and TOUCH ME."
Little bit of thunder came with that one. Holy SHIT he loved this woman. Not patient to save her life. He hummed in thought, figuring he had been TOO sweet for his firey wife.
"You're also a lot of talk. Which is cute~"
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing. You just like yip yip yipping, like a chihuahua. It's cute. You'd think you'd just make me, but-"
"Escucha pequeña mierda- you want me to make you, I'll MAKE YOU."
She grabbed onto his head, keeping it still, and practically suffocated him with her wet pussy. Good lord, his cock was throbbing in his poor pants. He was about to lift himself up for a second, to thank her, but she refused to relent, keeping his face right there.
"Keep talking. You had a whole list, figure it out."
So be it. As his wife rode his face, as he loudly slurped and sucked, as he fucked her tight pussy with his big, thick tongue, he continued. He mumbled over her beauty, over her larger than life personality, over her incredible gifts. It made his words lost amongst her wetness, so only bits and pieces of sentences came out when he was allowed to breathe.
"And...taste...dripping...rough...mas..."
He wasn’t making sense. He didn't have to, not for her. Not when he was painting her walls with his saliva, not when she was barking at him to do more, and certainly not when she came for him, barking out a swear that would normally cost her a pretty penny in the swear jar. He peeled his tongue out of her, and didn’t let her recover as he lifted her lower part of her body towards him. Not one, not two, but three fingers slid inside of her, fucking her pussy the same way she'd expect from his thick cock. It made her angry, being in such a state, but she was simultaneously in love with it, he could tell. Her nails gripped onto the sheets under her, she grit her pretty teeth, as if she was ANGRY that she was feeling so good.
"Maldito bruto-how DARE you touch me like that?!"
"Because you fucking love this. You love it, and I love making you happy. Now cum on my fucking fingers like the pretty little mami you are."
The thunder stopped scaring him pretty soon into their relationship. Now, it aroused him. The thunder illumated her features, the carnal, desperate anger that demanded more and more from him. She was like a roaring, wild fire, and he was hopeless towards taming her. But he didn't want to tame her. He wanted to make her cum, make her bark at him in frustration, because he wanted to be consumed by her. She wanted to be furious and yell at him, but it was difficult over the loud, pathetic cries, and her loud, already overwhelmed pussy.
"I'm g-going to cum, and it's YOUR fault, you stupid fucking- ay FÉLIX!!!~"
She couldn't hold it. Even though she wanted to. She lost their staring contest as her head tossed back, and her pussy seemed to just pour juices all over his palm. She was always a loud, passionate woman, he LOVED it about her. He looked at the clock, then leaned down to kiss her.
"We got two minutes before midnight. I think I can make you cum before your birthday is over."
"Fucking DO IT THEN."
"God you're a loud ass woman~"
He didn't hesitate as he yanked her hair, making her cry out in a way that said it hurt, but not exactly in a bad way. He bent her over his lap, and while still holding onto her hair, started to spank that cute little ass of hers.
"Félix you fucking-"
"I forgot your birthday spankings, Pepi. Come on. One, two, three, four, five..."
Each count was met with a loud, swift, open palm spank that made his poor wife yelp oh so loudly. By the time he hit ten, she was already repeating 'damelo' over and over like a good mami. Her little toes curled, her tongue hung out, and her pussy was ruining his pants leg.
"Forty nine, fifty. Almost there, so fucking close. Just three more."
Her poor ass was ready beaten red and blue, she was going to need an arepa after this one. And she was clearly LOVING it.
"Right, on,"
Smack
"That,"
Smack
"Fucking,"
Smack
"Pussy."
She screamed for him, legs straightening and toes curling as she came, yet again, just in tune with the final stroke of midnight. Félix let go of her pretty hair, and after so tenderly rubbed her back as she trembled, trying to recover from not only the ass-sault, but the rapid fire orgasms he had thrusted upon her. He waited until her heavy panting stopped before speaking. He knew the rainbows meant whe was happy, but you should still ask.
"Pepi? You okay?"
"You're...awful. Terrible. Hijole my head's SPINNING...~"
He chuckled, and after so carefully got her onto her back, taking a look at her sweaty frame, content smile, and half lidded eyes. THAT was a satisfied woman.
"And that's another reason. Even AFTER you've gotten what you wanted, you still give me that 'I want' look. God you're sexy."
She peered down between the big issue between his legs. She un did her bra, and gently played with her tits for him.
"And you're hard, Félix. Come to mami~"
"This is literally the breast day ever."
"...I love you, Félix."
"And that's MY favorite thing to love about you~"
And to think, his list wasn't done. Not by a long shot.
Little toddler Luisa has a nightmare and when Julieta come and comfort her Luisa calls her mom, Julieta cry because wow her friend/boyfriend’s kid really likes her
Kid Isabela or maybe preteen Isabela who at fist dosnt like or trust Agustin because she has lots of feelings but the two talk and Agustin overheard Isabela calling him her dad to her friends
Pepa, Felix, and Bruno being the hype-men and being so supportive (while it’s most at Julieta they still hype up Agustin)
Dolores calling Agustin Tio and he cry’s
Julieta meeting Agustin family (who apparently in canon live in encanto) and they love her and think she’s would be a better wife or their glad that Agustin is moving on
Oh no, 3 years old Luisa calling her mom just strikes into my heart
Like , Julieta is singing to her to calm her down after the nightmare and a baby half sleep Luisa just cuddles by her side and say “thank you mama” like… how can you not totally melt at that?!
Or Agustín going to take Isabela at school after she had a fight and didn’t want to call her mom because she knew she would have freaked out and so she calls Agustín because he’s a the Dude and then have their first heart to heart conversation
Agustín teaching young Isa and Dolores how to play the piano
And Agustín crying when Dolores called him tio, you don’t understand I AM THE ONE WHOSE CRYING RIGHT NOW
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