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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"WHO'S READY FOR SOME MUSICA?!"
Miguel found his attention grabbed by the… curvy lady on the stage, bright blue hair styled straight up and a tight, sparkly pink dress on.
As she continued to explain what would be happening during this contest, Chicharrón cuffed him around the back of the head, dragging him to the backstage area.
"Don't even think about it brat…" the Alpha muttered, "… She eats boys like you for breakfast."
"I wasn't thinking anything!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah."
As they got closer to the other practising musicians, the omega started to shrink in on himself, covering the space where his ears would be with his hands and whimpering to himself.
"Ummmm, Chicharrón? I think- "
"- I know, I know." Taking the omega's hand, Chicharrón pulled him over to a quieter corner, "Keep an eye on him, while I sign you up. Try and pick a song."
"O-Okay."
As Chicharrón headed towards the stage, Miguel eagerly started to pluck at the guitar strings, the familiar tune of 'Remember Me' echoing throughout the small area.
Along with the whimpering omega.
In fact, he seemed to be whimpering louder as Miguel practised.
It was then, that Miguel realised that almost every other performer in the area was performing the exact same song. In different ways, including using glass and opera… but it was the same song.
"Alright!" Chicharrón made his way back over to Miguel, "You win this, and you'll get to perform in front of De La Cruz…. So what's your- "He suddenly stopped, instantly recognising what Miguel was playing, "- oh no, no, no! Not that one!"
"Remember me is his greatest hit!"
"And everyone else is playing it!"
That was true.
"And Marco hates the song for some bizarre reason."
That explained the whimpering.
"Alright… well how about Un Poco Loco?" Strumming a few notes, Miguel watched as the omega visibly brightened up, eyes wide and a small smile on his face, "You like this?"
Silence…. But the omega wasn't whimpering anymore, so Miguel considered it a victory on his part.
"Alright… Un Poco Loco it is."
As he continued to practice, his felt himself start to shake slightly.
"Hey kid…" Chicharrón frowned, "… you always this nervous before a performance?"
"Ummm, I don't know… I've never really performed before."
"Wha- you said you were a musician!"
"I am… or I will be. Once I win- "
"- Ah!" Chicharrón groaned, "Your fucking life depends on you meeting your Great, great Grandpa, and you're relying on hope?!"
"Yes!" Miguel groaned, "Because I need to prove that I can be a good musician, prove to my great, great grandpa that I'm worthy of his blessing!"
"Such a sweet sentiment… AT SUCH A BAD TIME!" At Chicharrón's growl, Miguel leaned back slightly… the omega leaned back even further, falling off the crate he was sitting on.
"Kid! You're on standby!" A stage assistant called out to the trio, as a large brass band made their way onto the stage.
Ignoring how Chicharrón continued to grumble and groan under his breath, Miguel took several deep breaths, shaking his arms and legs in an attempt to loosen up.
"You know how to grito kid?"
"…. Grito?"
Chicharrón smirked, glancing over at the omega, who was listening really intently. "Hey Marco… you happy?"
Watching in amazement, Miguel gasped as the omega suddenly shot to his feet, letting out a joyful grito, head practically leaping off the neck bones.
"That is a grito… "Chicharrón stated smugly, "… now you try kid."
Let's just say… Miguel's attempt could have made a kitten cry.
And then the assistant called them forwards.
"Well, this is going to be fun."
Trying to ignore Chicharrón's negativity, Miguel headed towards the stage, only to stop when he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder, prompting him to turn around as the omega's arms wrapped around him.
It was nice… soothing.
Omegas tended to have that effect on others… something to do with pheromones if Miguel remembered correctly.
"Thanks…" he whispered into the taller man's torn and tattered jacket, "… I think I needed that."
The omega just smiled, backing away and waving at him as he walked onto the stage, filled with a little more confidence.
And then he saw just how many people were there.
Fear stopped him in his tracks, mouth gaping open slightly as he stared out at the crowd… and then shrank away from the microphone.
He knew Chicharrón was probably unimpressed… could practically feel the Alpha glaring at him.
"Bring back the last band!" someone called from the crowd, causing Miguel to glance back over to Chicharrón and the omega. Chicharrón was clearly unimpressed by the whole situation, but the omega… the omega was smiling at him, almost reassuringly.
He didn't know what it was about the smile… but it somehow made him feel better.
Taking a deep breath, he let out the loudest grito that he could, a small smile appearing on his face as the crowd started to whoop and cheer.
From there on in, it felt like he was dreaming. His fingers brushed over the strings and the familiar tune prompted him to tap his feet on the wooden stage.
"What colour's the sky? ¡Ay mi amor, ay mi amor!
You tell me that it's red ¡Ay mi amor, ay mi amor!
Where should I put my shoes? ¡Ay mi amor, ay mi amor!
You say, "put them on your head! ¡Ay mi amor, ay mi amor!
You make me un poco loco
Un poquititito loco
The way you keep me guessing, I'm nodding and i'm yesing
I'll count it as a blessing, That I'm only un poco loco!"
Out of the corner of his eye, Miguel spotted Dante tugging on the sleeve of the omega, dragging the skeleton onto the stage.
The omega didn't even pause to be surprised. A delighted grin on his face, he started to tap his own feet on the stage, quickly picking up speed as he spun around and around on his pelvis.
"Go on…" Miguel whispered under his breath, "… you can sing the next verse."
The omega opened his mouth… and begun.
…
"He's close!" Imelda sighed in relief, as Pepita breathed on more footsteps, the glow seeming much brighter than it had before, "We need to find hi- "
And then she heard it.
A voice that she hadn't heard in years.
"The loco that you make me
It is just un poco crazy
The sense that you're not making… "
It felt like a stab to the heart, her mind automatically flashing back to sunny days in the marketplace, watching a skinny omega dance his way through the streets, a beaming smile on his face and his fingers skimming nimbly over guitar strings.
The ways his cheeks would flush as Imelda waved at him.
The way her heart fluttered when he returned the wave.
"… Hector?"
…
"… the liberties you're taking!"
"Leaves my cabeza shaking!
You're just un poco loco!"
As they danced around the stage, perfectly in pitch despite everything, Miguel watched the omega in awe.
'Who was mad enough to deny him?'
'Who was mad enough to remove him from the family and leave him alone?'
"Un poquititititititititititititito loco!"
As the song came to an end, and the pair bowed for the audience, Miguel spotted familiar figures out of the corner of his eyes.
Tio Felipe and Tio Oscar.
Tia Rosita and Tia Victoria.
Papa Julio talking to the woman in the pink dress.
Swiftly, he grabbed the omega's hand and dragged him off the stage, pushing past Chicharrón in desperation.
"Hey! Where are you going kid?! You're about to win this thing!"
"W-we need to get out of here!" Miguel stammered, hoping to pull them away before-
"- Quiet down!" The woman in the pink dress began into the microphone, "I have an emergency announcement to make. Everyone needs to be on the look out for a living boy, answers to the name Miguel!"
Chicharrón stopped in his tracks, glancing between the stage and a slightly nervous looking Miguel.
"Apparently he ran away from his family! They're just trying to send him back to the Land of the Living!"
"It's you isn't it…" Chicharrón whispered, not looking Miguel in the eye, "… that's why you want to see your great, great grandpa, so he'll send you back…. You've been dragging us all around this godforsaken place, when you've got family RIGHT THERE!"
"They hate music! They would have tried to stop me from playing music forever!" Miguel desperately tried to explain, "I need a musician's blessing!"
"You lied to us!"
"I never lied… I just didn't tell you the whole truth."
Chicharrón growled, grabbing Miguel's wrist as he started to tug him towards the stage. "You're going back to your family! It's not worth losing your life over some worthless, musical fantasy!"
"LET GO OF ME!" As Miguel tugged his hand out of Chicharrón's grasp, he ended up bumping into the omega, his anger so high that he couldn't help but push him away, not even noticing the hurt look he got or the fact that the omega had stumbled back into the ground, "I'm not going back to that life! I can't!"
And then he ran, ignoring how Chicharrón called out after him.
….
"Dammit…" Chicharrón muttered, quickly losing sight of Miguel, "… Dammit, dammit, dammit!"
Spinning around, he started to swear a little more colourfully.
"Marco?!"
The omega was nowhere to be seen.
"MARCO!"