Alright people, here is the promised Alpha/Omega Coco AU ?
Warning! This will have graphic violence, attempted rape, and major character deaths. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, then please don't read it.
For those who have decided to continue on, please read, review and enjoy ?
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Miguel flinched violently as there was a sudden beam of light shining directly at him, quickly shielding his trinkets from view and preparing to sprout as many excuses as he could…. Only to sigh in relief.
"Oh, it's just you…" he sighed in relief, as Dante panted happily at him, "… come on! Get in here!"
After Dante had pulled himself inside, trotting over to Miguel and rubbing up against him, Miguel turned his attention back to the tattered and beaten up guitar.
"You're going to get me into trouble boy…" he murmured, "… what if someone hears you… what if someone hears me?!" He then started to tune the guitar, "Actually, I kinda want someone to want to hear me… other than you."
Dante was just happy Miguel was talking to him, bounding over and licking the kid all over his face until he was pushed away.
"You're disgusting!" Miguel groaned, a big grin on his face as he strummed the guitar, "Perfecto! Listen to that Dante! Perfectly in tune!"
Fully prepared, he crawled further into his sanctuary where his personal ofrenda to Ernesto de la Cruz lay, complete with an old tv that contained a home-made videos of Ernesto's best bits.
This was the one time Miguel felt truly at peace.
Closing his eyes, he strummed along to the music on the video, only opening them in order to check his finger positioning. Ernesto's quotes about music and living life to the fullest echoed through his head.
Once the musical segment to the video was over, there was a short, interesting interview taken when Ernesto de la Cruz was at his peak.
"Senor De la Cruz, what did it take for you to seize your moment?"
Miguel had watched this interview dozens and dozens of times, and he'd only recently noticed the sad look flash across De la Cruz's face after hearing that question, before the older Alpha smiled.
"I had to have faith in my dream, no-one was going to hand it to me after all. It was up to me, to reach for that dream, grab it tight and make it come true."
Now, Miguel could have stopped it there… but the next question was interesting as well.
"You've been in the public eye for so long, and everyone is wondering one thing… is there any chance of seeing you happily bonded with a lovely omega any time soon?"
There it was again… the sad look.
"I'm afraid there was only ever one omega for me…" Ernesto De la Cruz eventually said, "… unfortunately, they are long gone from this world."
The video then went fuzzy and static appeared on the screen.
"No more hiding Dante…" Miguel whispered, his gaze turning to a poster advertising the talent competition, "… I need to seize my moment! I'm going to play in mariachi plaza if it kills me!"
Ignoring how the celebrations happening outside, Miguel clambered onto the rooftops with his guitar and headed towards the main street, sliding down some wood and preparing to run towards the plaza.
"Mama! Where do you want this table?!"
Miguel winced as his Dad emerged from the alleyway that was around the side of the house, pulling his guitar closely.
"In the courtyard!"
Oh God… his Abuelita was standing right there, thankfully with her back to him.
"You want it near the kitchen?"
"Si! Near the other one!"
As his family started to head back into the courtyard, Miguel raced into the ofrenda room, where Mama Coco was sitting.
"Miguel?" the old woman frowned, eyes widening slightly as she watched Miguel shove his guitar and Dante under the ofrenda, "What's going- "
"- Miguel?"
"Nothing!" Miguel blurted out, spinning around to face his Abuelita Elena, Papa and Mama, "Papa, Mama, I- "
"- Miguel." His Papa interrupted, "Your Abuelita had the most wonderful idea! We've all decided, it's time you joined us in the workshop!"
A leather apron was shoved over Miguel's head, stunning him into silence for a few moments.
This wasn't what he wanted.
"What?!"
"No more shining shoes!" His Papa continued as though Miguel had never spoken, "You will be making them! Every day after school!"
"Oh, my little corazoncito!" His Abuelita Elena clearly could not have been more thrilled, pulling Miguel into a hug as Miguel tried to make himself heard, "Carrying on the family tradition! And on Día de los Muertos!"
Once again, before Miguel could truly protest, he was pulled into another hug as his Abuelita started to coo about how "pretty omegas love hard-working alphas" and how his "ancestors will be so proud!"
Well… at least his Mama looked sympathetic.
"You'll craft chancletas like your Tia Victoria!" His Abuelita continued.
"And Wingtips like your Papa Julio!" His Papa was just as thrilled.
What if this insanity was contagious?!
"But, what if I'm no good at making shoes!" Miguel eventually managed to blurt out, prying himself away from his Abuelita's hugs.
His Papa rolled his eyes. "Ai, Miguel! You have your family here to guide you! You are a Rivera, and a Rivera is?"
"… A shoemaker… through and through."
"That's my boy!" His Papa pulled him into a hug, before rushing out of the room and calling out for one of his brothers to break out the good wine. His Mama gave him another sympathetic smile, ruffling his hair before following her husband out.
After his Abuelita gave him a few kisses on the cheek, Miguel was finally alone… aside from Mama Coco of course… who'd fallen back to sleep.
And then he heard something rattle on the ofrenda.
Quickly, he spun around and groaned at the sight of Dante eating from the ofrenda.
"Dante!"
Dante paused for a brief moment, a guilty look on his face…. before he continued.
"Dante! No!"
He raced over and tried to drag Dante away, growling as the dog stubbornly clung on, long tongue getting as much as he could. The pictures and offerings rattled dangerously until finally, the top photo containing the torn photo of Mama Coco and her parents fell to the ground, shattering the glass and frame.
"Oh, no, no, no, no!" Miguel groaned, gently removing the picture from the shards, "Oh, please no!"
As he desperately trying to think of how he was going to tell his Abuelita about the incident, the photo unfolded and the breath all seemed to leave his body in one rush.
"The guitar…" he whispered, "… Ernesto de la Cruz's guiter…. But- "
"Papa?"
Spinning around, Miguel realised that his Mama Coco had woken back up and was pointing to the photo in confusion.
"Papa!"
"Mama Coco…" Miguel lowly made his way over, hoping that she would wake up fully quickly, "… Your Papa was an omega, right? Did he know Ernesto de la Cruz? Why does he have an Alpha's guitar?"
Mama Coco gently ran her fingers over the man in the photo, "Papa was a musician…" she whispered, still slightly confused, "… he loved that guitar."
"But… that's De La Cruz's guitar? Are you saying your Papa gave it to De La Cruz? Were they friends or- " Miguel stopped in his tracks, "… or maybe they were something more?"
Ignoring Mama Coco's confused "Miguel?", he raced out of the ofrenda room and towards his secret hide-out, instantly reaching out for an album cover that had Ernesto with his guitar on it.
Yes…. The guitars were the same.
His great, great grandfather knew Ernesto de la Cruz!
As he sat in that tiny room, hundreds of theories ran through his head.
What if Mama Coco's Papa left his Alpha and child because of Ernesto… they would have been in the town together at around the same time, what if the omega couldn't resist the Alpha's lure and left with Ernesto to play music?
It would explain why no-one mentioned his name anymore?
Nobody would want to talk about the shame of having a mated omega run out with another Alpha… it would have been easier saying that he simply left home for a musical career.
Less shameful that way.
Miguel couldn't help but laugh in joy at the realisation… his great, great grandpa knew the greatest musician in Mexico, and possibly something more.
It was a sign, he just knew it was.
Grabbing his guitar, Miguel raced out onto the rooftop and whooped in glee, "Mama! Papa! Great, great grandpapa knew Ernesto de la Cruz! He knew him!
"Miguel! Get down from there!" His Mama called out in alarm, clearly not noticing or caring that he had a guitar in his hands… she just wanted him to be safe.
"Mama Coco's father knew Ernesto de la Cruz! He even gave him his guitar!"
His Papa frowned, "What are you talking about?!"
Wrenching the leather apron off, Miguel couldn't contain his excitement. "It's a sign Papa! I'm going to be a musician!"