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queenofthedisneyverse · 2 years

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Mirabel the Miracle Maker au

Ok, so this starts out as Mirabel making a doll for Pepa named Antonio (in an attempt to get attention and love from her family). Pepa took him, but she only ever held him once or twice. after that, he was just left in the corner collecting dust. Mirabel didn't like that and took him back(Pepa didn't care) and began to care for him and basically claimed him as her own. And then after one year of caring for him, Antonio came to life on her 10th birthday.

This was very shocking for the family. She had no gift and no door why was he alive? Mirabel had a sudden realization that she could bring dolls to life so she started making more. This news got out into the town and some people started asking if she could make them pets or children and she gladly accepted the challenge.

As for her family. She didn't care about their validation anymore she had a real purpose now. something that could actually help people(not that she took any of her family's gifts for granted). Alma tried to connect with Mirabel after that but she wasn't having it. All those years of neglect from alma and NOW she wanted to do something with her? Mirabel politely declined Alma's offer. Mirabel will only help if she had the energy to not because she has to.

The town respects that she needs time to herself. So if one of the villagers asked for a child/pet and Mira said she needed a break they would accept it and leave her be. they know she will get to it at some point.

The village was so pleased and grateful for her gift that they made her a shop on her 13th birthday. It had thread, needles, clay, backup sewing machines, fabric, just everything she needed.

On the banner in front of the shop, it said "here's where miracles happen" Mirabel was so happy she cried so much. She didn't leave that shop until she fell asleep there and Luisa had to carry her out

As for the children they can range from regular sized or as tall as your pinky/index finger. She can make them any age you want and they can look however you want.

I am in love with this au so much(possibly more than the others)!!! if you have any questions or ideas/prompts my ask box is open! If not I hope you like this au as much as I do. likes and comments are appreciated.

As always thank you @gamerbearmira for the ideas

#Mirable the miracle maker au #mirabel madrigal #la familia madrigal #encanto au #encanto fanfic

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urfavepissesinantisshoes · 9 months

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mirabel madrigal from encanto

Mirabel Madrigal from Encanto pisses in antis' shoes!

#proship #proship please interact #comship #anti anti #ship and let ship #fandom: encanto #character: mirable madrigal

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khsupergeekartblog · 2 years

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Another commission done! This one was for @zarathesilentgamer! These were a lot of fun to do and really just made me happy how they look!

[OG character designs]

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gamerbearmira · 5 months

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Karate kid au

Imagine how shocked the triplets are when they see their 66-year-old (I'm talking about when Mirable was 6) mother chop a wooden board in half. Scratch that, imagine them finally knowing that their mother knows karate. How they knew that Alma throwing a chancla at them was her being merciful.

I feel like at different ages Alma taught Mirabel different things. From 6-10 she taught her karate, from 10-15 she taught her how to use guns, machetes, katanas, and how to throw knives/daggers. (I remember in your wild west au Mirabel had a deadeye, which made it better for her to shoot so incorporated it in here).

So, in this au, Mirabel gets her deadeye from Alma. They both can shoot from anywhere, as long as they have an eye on it. Alma instantly knew Mirabel had a deadeye because the very first time she held a gun; she shot a target in the direct spot she was supposed to. And of course, Mirabel has perfect aim because she practiced so much.

Mira’s parents were surely against Mirabel holding weapons at such a young age. But alma assured them she was in safe hands and always took safety precautions to make sure nothing went wrong. And casita makes sure that when Mirabel isn’t in the training studio, the door is locked so no one below the age of 18 can touch anything inside the training studio without Alma’s permission and supervision.

Training studio

Ok, so the studio has a wide range of weapons starting from Guns; revolvers, colts, rifles, pistols. Swords (all originated from Japan): Katanas, Tachi’s, Aicuchi’s, Ninjato’s. Combat knives, daggers, Combat tactical knife, classic bowie, throwing knives, and of course the machete. All of these weapons are what Alma used to use in her old school and keep in her older years as well.

Casita made these little “opponents” for Mirabel to fight to help her train better. They’re honestly just walking plush mannequins. There are a few punching bags in there too, as well as chop boards. Mirabel chopped a board in half by the time she was 12, Alma couldn’t be anymore proud because when she was 12, she did the exact same thing.

All of the madrigals have been inside the studio but only to look at everything and watch some of Alma’s training skills.

Also, no one in the family likes that Alma sometimes takes the training outside of the studio, like at the breakfast table. Like the woman will just throw a butter knife at Mirabel to see if she catches it, she does but it still nearly gives Julieta and Agustin heart attacks.

But Alma let everyone know that she can throw a knife at someone and still not directly hit them. It’s all a matter of intent. She’s a little offended that everyone thought she was that reckless towards her own granddaughter.

Oh and because of Mirabel’s parkour knowledge, that girl bounces off the walls…literally. She rarely takes the stares in casita, nor does Alma. And outside, Mira loves to run across the roofs of people’s houses to get where she needs to.

Once a woman came to Alma and told her she should “tame” her granddaughter a bit more because “Ladies shouldn’t behave that way”. Man did she give that woman a full earful in front of everyone. It was talked about for weeks, and after that little situation Alma made it her business to parkour across roofs too AND wear pants outdoors.

She also lets Mirabel keep her scars too, to Alma, the scars mean she’s growing and learning like kids are supposed to. Alma had gained some scars from roughhousing with some mannequins and she’s quite proud of them.

Alma also taught Mira how to forge her own weapons, so she has many colorful weapons that she made sit in the studio such as; knives/daggers, swords, brass knuckles, and dynamite (firework kind).

visual differences from canon;

Mirabel has gained quite a few from just being the clutz she is and from roughhousing. She mostly has small scars on her arms, legs, and some on her face. Not to mention her clothes and herself are covered in dirt. Not like she cares. It’s the same for Alma as well. Julieta doesn’t exactly like that they keep scars because they’re both at risk for infection but Alma assures her she knows how to properly care for scars.

Mirabel carries around her machete, just to let all her old bullies know not to f around and find out. Mira mostly wears pants because her dress has been snagged on so many things. Alma only wears pants for training but does wear them outside from time to time.

Honestly this au has a little room for angst but let me know what you think.

WOWWWWWW

Um first. Very cool, love the fighting. Uhhhhh. Guns, I don’t. Don’t give guns to little kids. If at all, I don’t even thinks guns would be a thing 🤕 but a machetes, throwing knives, maybe (imported???) swords in older ages is very cool 🌚 EVERYTHING ELSE. SO COOL. Imagine being able carry around a machete. So rad.

AND DEADEYE RAHHHH ‼️‼️‼️ also training studio. Very cool, keep it locked. Because. Sharp stuff. As for visual differences. I don’t blame Julieta 😭😭 her whole thing is healing people, and her own mother and daughter literally have refused to be healed at times. Like I’d have an existential crisis, what’s point of healing anyone if you can’t heal your own family. Like bro 😮‍💨

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto alma #karate AU

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argent-l-p · 2 years

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Of Stones and Statues

One Shot based on my interpretation of the Encanto Madremonte AU by the lovely @c-rose2081

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The marble statues of the gods were some of the most fascinating pieces of art Mirabel had ever dreamed of seeing. When she was a little girl, her father had taken to bringing the then tiniest Madrigal to the library, having no other ideas in trying to connect with her, to read and learn. It became her most favorite place to be, the building filled with every book that could have been carried in the last sprint for sanctuary.

It had been one of the rainiest days that month when she found the book on the statues. It was scuffed up, water stained, and squeezed between two other books of a different genre, but it soon became her greatest treasure. She went as far as sneaking it home to keep in order to stare at the wonders of the ancient world. There in its many pages, were the sketches and images of carved marble stretching, flexing as if the very figures themselves would unfreeze and move. To Mirabel, everything about them was perfect down to the stone.

After her ceremony, the marble she had so greatly admired and wished to see became a reminder that even beauty of the highest order could house pain in its divinity.

When the marble scales began to appear, she had been confused. It had only been a few short weeks following the failed Gift Ceremony, but she could still feel the sting of rejection from a miracle that had blessed everyone except her. This had to be her gift, right? There was no other explanation that the five-year-old could think of, no differing form to logically explain the small smattering of white stone dotting her knees. They had appeared over time, first starting as the flaking of dead skin inconsequential and mundane, but as she picked and peeled the skin the white stone began to peek through. By then, it was like a small dusting of marble had flaked away from the chipping of a statue on to her.

She had gone to her mother, both alone in Casita, she did so with a gigantic smile on her lips, but as she told Julieta, it started to slip away as an expression of fear began to paint itself where only happiness should have been. Mirable had been picked up and swiftly taken back to the nursery, her mother abandoning the dough she had been kneading, her heartbeat strong and fast.

When she was set down, Julieta crouched down to her height and grabbed her shoulders, "Mija, are there any other stones on your body?" And as children do, she told the truth.

"I think so? They're under the itchy bits Mami."

As she was checked over, patches of newly appearing dead skin were found all over her body. On her back, down her spine, on her shoulders, there seemed to be no untouched part of her body that didn't have the beginnings of white marble coming to the surface. Her mother had paled with each new patch and looked so close to tears by the end of her examination that Mirabel had begun to think that maybe this wasn't a gift after all. Julieta stood up quickly, vertigo making her vision swim, turned around and locked the door. When she faced Mirabel and said, "Bebe, this might hurt a little bit, but it's for your own good, entiendes?"

It was there that she had begun to accustom herself to the feeling of separating skin from stone. When she had been small it had only felt like peeling dead skin off the newer layer, but as she got older it begun to sting like a thorn being taken out and then it was utter agony as the marble entrenched itself into her very flesh. Soon, even the exposed layer began to give her issues as the top of the marble covered skin would rub the surrounding skin raw, creating sensitive areas that wouldn't heal and its progressive invasion of her body caused an ache so deep that she felt like her bones were grinding together. When the first of the blisters appeared, her mother made food especially for her and when there was no effect, liquid bandage was administered. It became clear that while the concoction of pure healing worked on non-magic induced injuries, it would not work on the majority of the ailments that Mirabel would have to suffer through.

(On the day Julieta realized her Gift would never be able to help her daughter, the candle flickered with her grief and Pedro Madrigal wept.)

Mirabel's life was a series of high peaks and low valleys, her pain dictating her life as the marble weighed her down. On the day's that she would go out and explore, the marble felt like an ever-present heavy weight on her body, an extra addition that didn't impede her life. But, just as there were days when the sun shined, there were days were rain clouded the sky. On these days, Mirabel couldn't even find the strength to stand from her bed, the rock pulsing in time with the beating of her heart and veins of liquid agony lancing through her body. It came to a point her mother had to search for sedatives in order to provide some form of relief in the times she was so wracked with pain she lost consciousness.

The excuse was always a migraine; always a migraine. It had been common for Julieta to get them at Mirabel's age and it would explain their reoccurrence. She would always be sequestered to the nursery and when Antonio was born, she would stay in her room. On those days, Mirabel was alone and suffered as flesh and bone ground against stone. Her muscles spasming with every movement that aggravated its unwelcome intruder. Some days she feared her veins would be split open and spill her blood; that she would fall asleep one day and never wake up the next morning. Her body was not her own then, betraying her as it bent to the will of pain.

There were weeks where all Mirabel had was her mind. Drunk on sedatives and muted pain, she would retreat within her thoughts, diving into the farthest corners to escape reality. On those days, when her mother or her sister would try to grab her attention, she was farther than they could ever reach. It was like her soul had left her body behind and flew away.

Mirabel learned how to lessen her pain before it could be worsened. She learned to move in small increments in the mornings in order to test her body, how to hide the rubbed raw skin, and the best ways to remove the crawling scales of stone that would grow past the edges of her blouse and skirt. Pain had been her companion for many years, and its various forms were no strangers to her.

When she and Isa had come back, it had been with an adrenaline filled rush of movement. She hadn't noticed the state of her body until they had been safely tucked far away in the highest canopy they could find. It had been when Isabela had let her down from her back that she noticed the very visible marble that had appeared on her arms that hadn't been there when she had- well, when she had died.

It had been pure instinct when she reached out to peel the marble off, but she stopped. What use was it to hide the evidence of the faults in the family? She had lived with this for so long seeing it as a curse, but staring at the stone that she had so adored when she was young, she couldn't find it in herself to hate it. Even if she knew that soon pain would make itself known. Glancing at Isabela, where the older woman began to command the branches into a cradle, she catalogued her own changes, skin showing itself where bark and plant used to be, and took comfort in knowing that at least she wouldn't be alone in her suffering.

When she had first found Isabela after their initial meeting during the night of the failed gifting ceremony, she had found that in the hours she should suddenly feel the aching when with her protector-rock-Isa, the older woman was the only person who could help her to feel better. It had happened slowly, Mirabel lounging against Isa with her back pressed against her front when she felt the tell-tale signs of an incoming bout of discomfort that would herald later days of drugged peace. As she shifted, waiting to see if she would have to make a break for Casita, the pain stayed constant. Oh, it never lessened, but it never worsened either. It was like just being in contact with her sister kept the pain at bay.

From then on, whenever she had felt the beginnings of a bad day when she was with Isabela, she would just curl up into her side. Isa never minded, going as far as to pull her in and curl her much longer body around her own. They never knew why, but Mirabel understood that whatever the cause, her friend and protector had become her sanctuary in full. With Isabela, she had felt safer than she had with anyone else. Where Luisa would only receive tears of frustration and a blank stare, Isa had managed to pull laughs and smiles from her sunshine. And where Julieta hoped to lessen her pain with natural sedatives, Isabela did so with only an embrace.

Isabela would notice her discomfort, wrap herself around her sister, and sooth her, low rumbles that mimicked lullabies. She relished in the days where she could be with Isa; rain or shine, the forest creature never failed her like so many had done before.

The morning after their flight from Casita, Mirabel was woken up by the dulled sensation of aches and bruises littering old and new spots on her body. She was used to this, the build up from zero to a hundred, and waited for the branches of liquid fire to intensify, but it didn't happen. As consciousness returned to her, she peered down at her skin and stretched her leg ever so slightly bracing herself for whatever sensation may cripple her. However, as she did so, a surprising development began to make itself known. "There." she thought, "But-but it's different."

Where she would usually feel the sharp, burning pain in the joints of her knee, there was a pain, yes. But it felt...better? Yes, better. Looking down at her body, she saw bruises from their fast-paced run, but when she pressed down on her knees there was no sharp sting of hurt. The only thing that ached were the bruises.

As she slowly pulled her body upright from where she had been resting against Isabela's side in their nest of vines and branches, she began to do things she hadn't done in a very, very long time. She stretched her arms and legs, feeling them pop and stood up. While there was pain, she felt like she could push it aside; So that's what Mirabel Madrigal did.

Her mind clear of any crippling agony, she began to climb. Even when she heard the shifting of branches below her, ready to catch her should she fall, she didn't falter. When she reached the very top of the tree she looked out at the world from her spot in the branches and grinned widely. Feeling a shaking from under, she looked down at her sister on the branch below. Isabela was watching her, a small smile forming on her lips and she rumbled when Mirabel turned to her. As she climbed up to her and sat on the same branch, Mirabel hugged her tightly and was squeezed equally in return, "It doesn't hurt anymore, Isa!" Tears began to leak from her shut eyes, dripping down her cheeks, "Ya no me duele!"

For the first time in a decade, the curse that had scarred her didn't hinder her movement and force her body to bend. Where there used to be marble anchored within her, invading her body and grinding against her skeleton, there were only surface level patches like she first witnessed when she was a child. They would flake off on their own accordand went without stinging. She felt lighter than she had in years.

In the following week Mirabel ran and climbed more than she had in the past ten years of her life. Pain was a given, yes. How could it not be when she fell or scraped her hands and knees? But where she would have been bed ridden and drugged, she ran and laughed as she was playfully chased by her sister. The stormy days that used to lurk on the horizon seemed to turn into the light sprinkling of water droplets, becoming something closer to normal.

Mirabel would never fully rid herself of the marble, but looking at the patches now from her place in the hollow of their tree, she began to see the beauty in the stone she had so adored again.

#madremonte au #encanto madremonte au #mirabel madrigal #encanto au

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the-little-robyn · 2 years

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Headcanon/idea time. Don't know if it would make sense or work in this scenario but it's been in my head for a while and i want to let it out.

Okay so, Preemie baby!Mirabel got sick alot and there are some sickness that even Julieta can't heal. so the only thing they can do is try to feed baby!Mirabel as much healing food as they can and wait. One time when Mirabel was around 1 year old, she got a horrible fever and none of Julieta's cooking can heal her.

The family then seeks help from the village's old doctor. The doctor is an old woman who use to heal the townspeople before Julieta got her gift and she's still occasionally treat people if Julieta is not available for some reason.

Anyway, the doctor suggested that it's probably best to leave Mirabel at her home for a few days so she could treat her and she would be on stand by if there would be any emergency. The Madrigals was very reluctant at first, especially Julieta who can't imagine her baby being away from her while she's unwell. The doctor asure the family that Mirabel is in good hands and eventually, they gave in (very hesitantly tho).

Mirabel spent 4 days with the doctor at her house and during those days felt like torture for Julieta. She can't sleep, her appitite was gone and at one point, she cried in her husband's arms. Julieta was alowed to visit Mirabel but it doesn't last long because she has work to do. When she was not at work, she just stare into space wondering when will the doctor bring her sweet baby girl home.

4 days later, Mirabel's fever went down and although she's still a little sick, she is allowed to go home. The doctor brings Mirable back to the casita and Julieta was the first to welcome Mirabel home. Pretty much snatching her baby from the doctor's arms and planted kisses all over her daughter's face and let out tears of joy. Eventhough Mirabel was only away for a few days, it felt forever for Julieta and she's not going through that ever again.

Alrighty that's it. Again it doesn't make a whole lot of sense but the idea of seperating Mirabel and Julieta is intresting even for a short period of time. I'm sorry, Julieta. i feel like such a horrible person for coming up with all of these scenarios.

#encanto #disney encanto #encanto headcanons #julieta madrigal #mirabel madrigal

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wybielune · 1 year

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There's a disney villains tarot, but I was wondering, which characters would be the major arcana for a disney good guys tarot? I've got-

Young hercules for The Fool

Yen Sid as The Magician

Rapunzel for The Star, although I can see and understand the temptation for her to be The Tpwer as well.

And Bruno Madrigal for The Moon

I could also consider rapunzel and mirable as female alternates for The Fool since I feel they fit the character pretty well too.

And yes. Hades for Death. Because of course.

Although I can also see Abuela , Gepetto or Simba as death, as all of them lose something important to them but then a new type of life opens up for them.

So, which characters do you have for which cards?

#witch #witch craft #witches #witchcraft #witchblr #eclectic witch #pagan witch #witchythings #funny #wicca #tarot #disney #disney tarot

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miirabel · 2 years

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THE MADRIGAL FAMILY + celestial bodies

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zkyeline · 2 years

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Sisters’ down time

#encanto #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #mirable madrigal #encanto fanart #fan art #art #digital art #I borrowed isabela’s design from the one in the art book and tweaked it jussstt a little bit :’D

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magicalmadrigals · 3 months

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Never A Dull Moment - One Shot

[Synopsis: There has never been a dull moment in the Madrigal household and the morning of Dolores' wedding is no exception. With Isa and Dolores driving Mira up the wall, Pepa going out of her mind and Agustin being...well...Agustin, Julieta is slowly giving up hope of getting anything done. She can't find it in her to complain though. After all, it is probably the most fun she has ever had.]

Read on AO3 or under the cut!

“Get that thing away from me! Mamá! Mamá!”

Julieta sighed under her breath and moved away from the counter at the sound of thundering feet and her daughter shouting at the top of her lungs, wiping her hands on her apron and palming a curl from her face seconds before she came racing into la cocina with Isa and Dolores hot on her heels. She had little time to work out what was going on before Mira moved behind her, using her as a human shield, and she laughed when the two elder girls halted in front of her. “Ay, I already know I’ll regret this,” She pinched the bridge of her nose before looking back and forth between the girls. “But what’s going on?”

“Only a game, Tía.” Dolores smiled, smoothing her hands down the front of her dressing gown.

“Mamá, I don’t know what that thing is or what it does,” Mirabel waved her hand in the direction of Isa who was holding up her mascara applicator. “But you can tell them to keep it away from me because I have no interest in finding out.”

“Ugh, I am just trying to make you look beautiful!” Isa snapped.

“Excuse me, I am already beautiful!” Mira retorted. “Mamá, tell them I don’t need any of that stuff.”

Julieta glanced over her shoulder at her, reaching to stroke her face. “You are muy hermosa, mi vida.”

“And that is why you’re my favourite.” Mira leaned in to peck her cheek.

“But…”

“Wha? No, no, no. No buts!”

“But amor, today is a special occasion,” Julieta pointed out, laughing when her daughter gawped at her before turning back to the elder girls and seeing the smirks on their faces. “I think you should give her a ten-second head start. The poor girl deserves a chance.”

They glanced at each other and shared a knowing look before turning back to Mira.

“Diez, nueve, ocho…”

“Oh, you are so not my favourite anymore.” Mirabel grumbled, moving from behind her and fleeing la cocina.

Julieta crossed her arms and chuckled when Isa and Dolores gave up counting and ran after her again, Dolores with one hand on her head to keep the pins in place and Isa clinging to her mascara, and she shook her head when Pepa walked in. “Lolita, please…” She watched her reach out to take her daughter by the arm, but it was too late and there was a scowl on her face when she turned to her once her girl was out of sight. “You did this! You!”

“Me?” She brought a hand to her chest, feigning shock. “I have no idea what gave you that impression, but you are absolutely right.”

“Do you have any idea how long I have been trying to get her to sit still for?” Pepa asked. “You are not helping, hermana!”

“Ay...Casita, help me out here,” She rolled her eyes before the house moved a chair towards them and made Pepa sit down. “Pep, calm down. Remember what happened the last time you got worked up on a wedding day? It was not pretty. You gave me the flu!”

Her hermana sighed and raked a hand through her hair. “Lo siento. I…I want it to be perfect for her.”

Taking a buñuelo from the plate on the counter and sprinkling some powdered sugar onto it, she let Pepa take it from her and watched her take a bite. “It will be, I promise. I know you want everything to be done as fast as possible, but we have time before she needs to be at the church. Besides, she is the novia which means she has the right to be slightly late. She also has the right to a little fun before the anxiety takes over. Remember us in the hours before Gus and I got married? Chasing Bruno around the sitting room, trying to force him to wear that stupid tie? Mamá was so annoyed, but we had some fun.”

“You two had fun. I was strangled. You know; still not convinced you weren’t trying to get rid of me.”

They looked at each other for a second after Bruno poked his head into the room purely to make that comment, their laughter taking over when he vanished again as Pepa ate the last of her buñuelo before wiping the crumbs from her mouth. “It has been nice to hear her laughing,” Pepa admitted. “She does deserve to have some fun, you’re right.”

“Do you think I could get that in writing? You say it so little…” She teased.

All she earned herself was an eye roll in response as Pepa stood up. “I needed that. Gracias hermana.”

“De nada,” She shrugged before watching her leave la cocina and turning back to the counter to go on wiping it down, the corner of her mouth twitching into a smirk when a pair of arms snaked around her waist and her husband kissed her on the neck. “I may have to accept the fact that I am never going to get this counter clean again,” She feigned annoyance, leaning back against him. “So many distractions.”

“I think you’ll find you are the distraction here, amor, not me,” He replied, tucking his head gently into her neck and grazing the dip there with his nose the way he knew made her shiver. “I only came in to see if you’d seen my tie, but now I hope we never find it.”

Setting the rag down and turning in his arms, bringing her hands to his chest and taking a moment to admire him in his suit, she smirked as his hands moved to her waist. “And why would you hope such a thing on a day like this, Señor?”

“Because…” He stepped further into her. “Until we find it, I can’t get dressed and that means I can stay here with you.”

She hummed in response, pretending to think about what he said while her gaze moved back and forth between his and his lips. “I have had better excuses from you in our many years of marriage, but I may be able to accept that one,” She admitted. “Just about.”

“Good. I mean, I would have regardless, but I like knowing you and I are on the same page.” He smiled.

“So, are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Going to stop talking at some point and kiss me? Else, this is turning out to be muy anticlimactic.”

Chuckling under his breath, he took a hand from her waist and brought it to the side of her neck under her curtain of hair before using his thumb beneath her chin to tilt her head back. He let his nose graze hers for a second, revelling in the way her eyes fell closed at the contact, and captured her lips with his in a soft kiss. She went up onto her tiptoes as the kiss lingered and he felt her arms circle his neck, her fingers teasing the hairs at the nape as they slowly gave in to one another. It was little wonder neither of them heard their daughter approaching the kitchen until it was too late.

“Ay, Mamá!”

Mira’s outcry prompted them to pull apart and turn to look at her, but their initial shock at her finding them like that passed quickly and they struggled to mask their amusement at her standing there with her hands covering her face.

“Mira, look at me.” Julieta told her.

“Nope.”

“Mira…”

“How could you let them do this to me?” Mirabel dropped her hands to reveal herself completely done up, mascara on her lashes and her lips a subtle shade of red. Her cheeks had even been patted with a little rouge by one of the girls. “I stopped running because they stopped counting, but then they both jumped on me. I think Isabela stabbed me in the eye with that stick thing and now I can’t see out of it.”

Agustín chuckled. “Miraboo, you couldn’t see much before. I don’t think you can blame Isa entirely.”

“Pa, I need you on my side.” She whined before he walked over and put an arm around her shoulders.

“Lo siento, but you really do look beautiful, mi vida.” Julieta shook her head, her hands on her hips.

She pouted. “I do not. I look like Isa threw up on me and yes, it feels as gross as it sounds.”

“Okay, okay, okay,” Julieta made her way over and cupped her face in her hands. “If I help you sort this, will you forgive me?”

“Potentially,” She hummed. “I might forgive you a little faster if you give me a buñuelo after.”

Julieta nodded before taking her by the hand and walking her towards the exit of the kitchen, she and her husband sharing a smile when she stopped for a second to look over her shoulder at him. “Back in un momenta. Do not eat all those buñuelos, I beg you.”

“Promise. Uh, I really do need to know where my tie is though.”

“Bread bin.”

“Wha…”

“Amor, your guess is as good as mine.”

Standing there thoroughly confused, he watched his wife and daughter leave the kitchen together and frowned with a shake of his head. He had no idea what had gone on – it had been an insane morning already – but he was sure of one thing.

There really was never a dull moment in this house.

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