#sorry dears

"you made a promise" & "i was ready to give you my heart" & "i loved you in this timeline. i wont make that mistake the next"

for the RO that gets more ask and get the most mentioned!! *mouhahahahahaha*

howdy solange, starting us off strong huh ;)

"What... What have you done?" Y mumbled, staring at the blood on their hands in horror. Slowly their eyes flit from the corpse in front of them to MC's face, eyes wide, face drawn with confusion.

"I did what I needed to survive." MC replied blankly, the back of their neck tingling with discomfort.

"To survive... What the hell, MC?" They push themself back up from their knees, disgust starting to fill their face back out. "C posed no threat to you. What did their death serve for your life?"

“Their death meant everything for my survival!” MC snapped, repeating the rhetoric they believed with all their heart. They take a deep breath, deciding to switch tactics. “You once told me you’d do anything to keep me alive, right? You made a promise and this was just part of it. I needed to, love.”

Y scoffed, their image becoming shakey to MC’s eyes- though they knew it was just the effect of their ydba getting a bit out of control. “I was willing to give up everything I had to keep you safe. I was ready to give you anything, hell, I was ready to give you my heart. But what exactly was this is all for you? Some kind of mad scheme to kill the Crowned Heir so you could survive? You...”

“I know how to survive. I know who to trust and I know how and when to strike an enemy. It’s much more than what I could say for them.” MC jerked their chin in the direction of C’s body. “I won the fight fairly. It wasn’t my fault that they lost.”

—-

“How do you save a miracle? Hug a sister.” He mumbles as his niece continued ranting. If this takes much longer Alma would see him.

—

Camilo closes his eyes and awaits his fate. Only…. There’s no attacking? He slowly open up his eyes and sees his brother and all of the animals looking really sad.

‘Nonono, this is worse!!’

-

“Isabella?”

-

“Hey.. what’s wrong?” He asked, sitting next to his brother.

“I heard Dolores say that when people get married they don’t have as much time for others… does… does this mean when you and Mira get married she’s gonna forget about me?” Antonio sobs. “Is she gonna be so focused on you and your guys kids to read me bedtime stories or sing lullabies or help me feed my friends?” Camilo flushes.

“Hey, okay, first of all, who said anything about kids anytime soon? Tonito, she and I are kids still too! And secondly, how could she ever forget you!” He exclaims. “You’re her favorite, and we all know it!”

—

Mirabel doesn’t remember the what’s, why’s, and how’s - she just knows that they started arguing.

“THERE’S A REASON WHY NO-ONE IN THE FAMILY CARES ABOUT YOU!” Señorita perfecta Isabella yells at her and the anger that had been with her quickly changes into a familiar feeling. One she refuses to name.

“N-no, that- that can’t be true…” she lets out, “Antonio and I…. And Camilo said he loves me…” She brings her arms around herself.

-

“CAMILO SAID WHAT.”

-

“Uh… Casita, was that… Isabella right now?” There’s no real response and sometimes he wishes he were Mirabel or Abuela because the house is evil and wants Camilo to die as well apparently.

Antonio giggles from his arms where he’d scooped up his brother in a hug. “You might wanna pull a Tio Bruno.”

“Yeah, I think Casita has plenty of space for two wall dwellers.”

—

Mirabel screams in shock as the vines pull her closer to Isabella and away from the door.

“That. Is. It. You are staying here and away… away from that lying, backstabbing jerk!”

“What?! No! Isabella, Casita is in danger! I can’t just stay here!”

“Mirabel, you can and will! That pest isn’t good enough for you!” The vines hold her in place.

“First of all, did you not just say that no-one cares about me? So why do you get an opinion!?” Mirabel yells back. “Why does it even matter to you!”

“BECAUSE I LOVED YOU FIRST!” The elder shouts, the vines dropping Mirabel when a cactus grows in between them.

—

Alma had gone to the village to control the damage. ‘Mirabel, I don’t know what we’ve done but… Hurting our… My familia is unforgivable.’ She thinks. Suddenly all sorts of different plants appear.

—-

“Grow!”

—-

The two sisters hug before falling into a pile of flowers. “You’re a bad influence.” Isabella giggles.

“What is going on?” And the Isabella can see the look of dread in her sister’s eyes. She can see the fear in them as she watches Mirabel head up to their grandmother.

—

“Abuela, it’s okay! Everything’s… we’re gonna save the miracle! The magic…” Mirabel tries to explain. Abuela won’t listen but she still has to try. She has to. ‘Keep it on me. Keep it on me.’ She thinks.

“What are you talking about? Look at our home! Look at your sister!” Her sister who looked so happy and even prettier than before now that she’s who she really is.

“Yeah! We did all of this. And the candle burned brighter and the cracks… ”

“Mirabel.” Abuela’s voice was stern.

“That’s why I’m in the vision. I’m saving the miracle!”

“You have to stop Mirabel!” And she does. “The cracks started with you. Bruno left, because of you. Luisa’s losing her powers. Isabela’s out of control. Because of you. I don’t know why you weren’t given a gift but it is not an excuse for you to hurt this family!” Mirabel wants to cry as the heart wrenching pit of emotions return. As she finally realizes what she should have a decade ago.

“I.. I will never be good enough for you. Will I?” Mirabel says and looks over at her sisters. “No matter how hard I try. No matter how hard any of us tries. Luisa will never be strong enough. Isabela won’t be perfect enough. Bruno left our family because you only saw the worst in him.”

“Bruno didn’t care about this family!”

“He loves this family!” She shouts, anger coming through. Because how dare… how dare she ever say that about Tio Bruno who left to protect her. “I love this family! We all love this family! You're the one who doesn’t care! You’re the one breaking our home!”

“Don’t you ever!”

“The miracle is dying, because of you!” And casita cracks.

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I just wanted to apologize for not getting to write my daily HC yesterday like I usually do. Yesterday ended up presenting some difficulties to me and the HCs just didn’t happen 😔 I’m really sorry about this and I should have let you guys know sooner 💗

To make up for it, I will later today be answering at least two HC requests. I do have a few general asks to answer first, along with a tag game. It will probably still be a few hours yet before I get to all of this as well.

You guys!!!! GAHHHHH! How am I at 400 followers? I mean it only took me like, 8 years, to gather you all, lol.

Thank you so much for being here!

- the day after Antonio’s ceremony-

Alma watched as Mirabel rushed after Luisa and made a quick call to keep the others here.

“We have to decide what to do about Mirabel.” She starts.

“Mama,” her eldest starts, “what are you saying?” Julietta and Agustin move closer together.

“She tried ruining the ceremony, mija! She has to be dealt with. We need to consider options for her future. If being around all of us is causing this then perhaps she’ll be better.. elsewhere.”

“Mirabel didn’t ruin it!” Antonio pipes up. “She can’t leave!”

“Tonito-!”

“You can’t! You can’t take her away!” The animals around him start chittering and hissing and growling. All growing agitated as Antonio speaks. “You can’t take her away from me! You can’t!” He screams as the rest of the table starts chiming in with different reasons as to why Abuela can’t do this.

“Abuela! She’s family! My prima!”

“Mama, this isn’t fair! You can’t just marry off my sobrina! She’s fifteen!”

“Abuela, isn’t that a bit harsh?”

“I am not just marrying off my daughter because you think she doesn’t belong, Alma!”

“ENOUGH!” Alma shouts and they all fall silent. “If it matters this much, then you all will have one year. One year to find someone for her to marry or else I will. Now. We still need to help the village.” She gets up and walks away.

———-

That’s personal, nonnie. There are certain matters that cannot be discussed.