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Kidnapped-A Coco fanfic Chapter 5

prompt from @bunny-lou

(Sorry everyone that it took so long to post the next chapter. I got hacked and locked out of my account and could not get back in. Finally back now so hopefully I can post regular updates)

Chapter 5

A few days passed and they still had not found a solution. Even though they had made no progress, they would not give up. Spending time with his family, Miguel got a bit of his spirit back. While he was still sad to not be with his living family, he didn’t feel so confined anymore. It was true he couldn’t leave the Rivera house, but he understood why that was. It wasn’t safe for him to leave because De La Curz was still out there and most likely was looking for him. Miguel never wanted to go back with him.

After a week of being free of De La Cruz, and being with his skeleton family, they had another visitor. Mama Coco joined the land of the dead. Once again Miguel got tears in his eyes as he hugged her tightly.

“Oh! Mama Coco!” Miguel began to sob and Coco held him closely.

“Oh, mijo! We’ve been so worried about you. Our family has never stopped looking for you. They are putting up missing posters everywhere. And on the off chance that the worst has happened to you, as it appears since you are here, they have your picture on the ofrenda table.”

Miguel’s eyes, though tinged with his tears, went wide. “T…They still love me? They…They’re still looking for me? And they put me on the ofrenda? Even after everything I said?”

Mama Coco smiled warmly at Miguel as she stroked his hair. “Of course, mijo. Why wouldn’t they remember you?”

Miguel sighed sadly. “I said such horrible things to them the last time I saw them…I…I told them I didn’t want to be a part of this family…I told them I…I didn’t care if I was on their stupid o…ofrenda…” Again Miguel began to sob and Mama Coco stroked his hair as she held him close.

“Miguel, you are our family. You ran away because you were upset, but…”

Another sob escaped and Miguel looked up at her as another tear fell down his cheek. “B…But Papa Hector left and…and the family forgot him…” At this, Hector looked down in shame.

Coco still held her warm smile. “Miguel, I never forgot Papa…I held him close to my heart always. Even though Mama did not wish to talk about him, she never stopped me from reading his letters he sent me. She never took his photo away from me. Even though she didn’t want to talk about him, she never begrudged me for talking or thinking about him, and I never forgot.”

“B…But you were forgetting…P…Papa Hector was…was fading…” Miguel sniffed.

Mama Coco’s smile turned sad. “Yes, I would guess that is because I never shared his story. I should have. But my mama never wanted to talk about him, so I just got in the habit of mot talking about him. But even though I didn’t talk about him, I never forgot him. I never forgot the love he had for me.” She looked up and saw Hector for the first time and she smiled brightly, her eyes lighting up. “PAPA!”

Hector looked unsure, but Imelda nodded and Hector rushed to her. “Coco! My girl!” He kissed her and wrapped his arms around her and Miguel.

“Papa, have you met my grandson?”

Hector gave a sad smile. “Yes, Coco, though we didn’t meet under the best of circumstances. I wish we had met under better ones.”

Miguel wiped at his eyes. “It’s not your fault Papa Hector. I should have listened to Mama Imelda and accepted her blessing. I was too stubborn to see that nothing is more important than family.” He shook his head. “And now it is too late.”

Before any of them could say anything else, a booming voice from outside greeted them. “I know you have my Grandson! I am here to take him back! Don’t make this harder on yourselves! Send him out so I don’t have to send my security in.”

Miguel’s eyes grew wide with fright. “I…It’s him,” he whispered in fear. “D…Da La Cruz found me…H…He’s going to lock me up again…” Miguel began to shake, but the whole family surrounded him.

“He’s not getting you again!” Hector surprised everyone with his anger. “I left this family and it was my biggest mistake! I will not let De La Cruz take anyone else from this family!”

Miguel looked at Hector with fear and worry. “No! Papa Hector! You can’t! We…I just got you back! I…I wouldn’t be free if it were not for you! Please! Please don’t go to that m…that Monster! I…I can’t stand to see you hurt! I can’t stand for him to lock you away again! What if he takes back the spell! You could disappear forever!”

Hector smiled at him weakly. “You saved me, chamaco, and I am going to do everything I can to protect and save you…I won’t let him hurt you again! He’s not going to break your spirit! I won’t let him!”

“This is your last warning,” De La Cruz yelled.

Hector squared his shoulders and walked out the front door.

“Leave the boy alone! He’s with his family now! You do not get to break him! Not again! Not while I am around to stop it!”

De La Cruz seemed amused at this. “You really think you can stop me, old friend? You couldn’t even save yourself. I had to do it for you. I was always doing everything for you.”

“Yeah, like killing me?”

De La Cruz laughed. “Well, I killed you once. Do you really think I won’t do it again just because we are in the land of the dead?”

“Enough of this! You are done tormenting my family,” Imelda said in an angry tone as she stepped up next to Hector. She whistled and her spirit guide, Papita, came down and growled, guarding the whole house. “Do you really want to try it, De La Cruz?” Dante came out from the house and barked next to Papita and then growled in warning, looking directly at De La Cruz.

De La Cruz looked annoyed. “You can’t hide in that house forever! The kid steps one foot out, and I will take my grandson back!”

Imelda growled. “First you take my husband! You murder him! Then you take my great-great grandson! And you murder him, forcing him to stay here in the land of the dead so the curse would be completed and he was dead too! You are DONE hurting my family! Now leave! Before Papita and Dante find a new chew toy!”

De La Cruz growled in annoyance and anger, but he could see he was fighting a losing battle. “I will be back! You can’t protect him forever! He will eventually fade from this world because no one will remember him in the living world! He was smart and told them to forget him!”

Imelda glared at him as he left. She hurried back inside. Miguel looked so stricken. “Mijo, what’s wrong?”

There were tears in Miguel’s eyes again. “He…He’s right…They will forget! I’m a horrible family member! I told them to forget me!” Miguel’s cries were those of pure anguish.

Hector went to Miguel’s side right away, hating De La Cruz for once again hurting Miguel. “Hey, chamaco, what did I tell you, hum? You’re with your family now, and we love you! And Coco already told you that your family has never stopped looking for you! You will never be forgotten, okay. Trust me! You’re not a dead beat like me…You are loved…”

Miguel attempted to wipe his eyes. “Y…You’re not a d…dead beat…You tried to…to get back to your family…”

Hector smiled weakly. “And you will get back to your family too. We will find a way. Never give up hope, mijo. We’re your family and we love you and we will never stop working to find a way to help you get back to our family.”

The whole skeleton Rivara family made sounds of agreement as they all surrounded Miguel. They all joined in a group hug. Again, Miguel wiped his eyes. “The…They really are looking for me still? They really do still love me,” Miguel asked, looking at Mama Coco.

Mama Coco smiled fondly, caressing her grandson’s cheek in a loving way. “No, mijo, they never stopped looking for you. They love you.” She gently kissed the top of his head and he fell into her embrace.

“Thank you, Mama Coco…Thank you all…I love you all too,” Miguel said, again wiping away his tears.

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Hay Amor en Todas Partes (Part ½)

Written for @badthingshappenbingo

Fandom: 9-1-1: Lone Star

Characters: T.K. Strand, Carlos Reyes, Firehouse 126 Crew

Prompt: Losing Their Temper

Summary: After a night out, Carlos and TK encounter two men with nothing good to say. When tempers flare, punches fly, chaos ensues, and two become six, leaving Carlos and TK at their mercy.

Links: ff.net - AO3

*This story contains harsh language so please check the AO3 tags and take that into consideration before deciding to read or skip. Title comes from the song “En Todas Partes” from the movie ‘Habana Blues’ and translate to ‘there is love everywhere’.*

Hand in hand Carlos and TK made their way from the bar to the adjacent parking lot located next to the building. After a night of dancing, and silent whispering and small talk tucked together in a booth in the back of the bar, the boys carried themselves with extra swagger tonight. Hips bumping against each other every few seconds and matching loopy smiles on their faces as they practically ran to the Camaro giggling like two teenagers who had just spent their first night out without parental supervision.

For Carlos and TK this wasn’t their first outing, but forever basking in their love, every night still felt like the first. They just couldn’t get enough of each other. And right now, they just couldn’t wait to get home to continue their amazing night with the things they couldn’t do in public. But their plan came crashing down as soon as they rounded the corner and saw a man leaning casually against Carlos’ Camaro.

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Hay Amor en Todas Partes (Part 2/2)

Written for @badthingshappenbingo

Fandom: 9-1-1: Lone Star

Characters: T.K. Strand, Carlos Reyes, Firehouse 126 Crew (basically everyone is here)

Prompt: Losing Their Temper

Summary: After a night out, Carlos and TK encounter two men with nothing good to say. When tempers flare, punches fly, chaos ensues, and two become six, leaving Carlos and TK at their mercy.

Chapter 1

Links: ff.net - AO3

Judd and Grace were tangled together on the couch watching a movie when Judd’s phone rang. Frowning, he grabbed it and looked at Grace in confusion, showing her the name on the screen. Confusion on both their faces, because sure, both Judd and Grace were friends with the officer but he rarely called them.

“Reyes?” Judd said, instantly putting the call on speaker. “Carlos, you there? TK?”

A grunt could be heard from the other end and the couple shared a puzzled look. “Is this some kind of joke?” Judd asked, managing to sound only mildly exasperated.

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The House in the Pines Where the Road Ends

Fandom: 911 Lone Star

Characters: Carlos Reyes, T.K. Strand, Andrea Reyes, Gabriel Reyes, The Reyes Family

Rating: K

Summary: Four sisters. Nine nieces and nephews. Dozens of aunts, uncles, and cousins. Carlos has a big, loud, over-the-top family, and T.K. is about to meet all of them at the annual Reyes Family Barbecue. It’s a day that promises food, fun, and lots of nosy questions. All T.K. wants is to make a good impression and all Carlos wants is for his family not to scare off his boyfriend. When a stray baseball ruins the fun, both T.K. and Carlos will discover that neither of them ever needed to worry.

A/N: I am so happy to FINALLY introduce you to my version of the Reyes family. They have become a character all their own and I love them very dearly. Get ready to see and hear more about them in upcoming fics! I cannot say enough thank you’s to @bluenet13​ who has read this fic approximately a billion times in all its different stages, has beta'ed the heck out of it, and still wants to be friends with me.

For the @badthingshappenbingo​ prompt: Sports Injury

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“Wait, but are you sure this shirt is okay?” T.K. asked, twisting around in front of the mirror to look at it from every possible angle.

“Do you really think my family is going to decide whether or not they like you based on your shirt?” Carlos asked with a laugh.

“It’s their first impression of me,” T.K. said, fussing with the hemline, trying to get it to lay exactly right. “I just want it to be good.”

Carlos came up behind him, wrapping his arms around T.K.’s waist and resting his chin on his shoulder. “They are going to love you.” He pressed a kiss to T.K.’s cheek.

T.K. turned in his arms so they were face to face, anxiety trickling through his veins. “I love you,” he said.

“I know,” Carlos told him. “I love you too.”

“Your family is important to you and I guess I can’t help feeling like…there’s a chance that if they don’t like me…”

“T.K…” Carlos sent him a look of fond exasperation.

“I know!” T.K. said quickly. “I know it’s ridiculous. But if they don’t like me, I don’t know where we go next.”

“I don’t think we need to borrow trouble like that,” Carlos said. “You already know my parents love you. And so do Elena and Elías.”

They’d had dinner at Carlos’ second eldest sister’s home a few weeks back. It had been fun to meet her and her husband along with their daughter, Carolina, and twins, Marco and Diego. Marco was rambunctious and spunky while Diego was more mild mannered and T.K. had enjoyed watching Carlos chase them around the backyard, playing baseball, tag, and wrestling.

But meeting one sister and her family was completely different from attending the annual Reyes Family Barbecue where there would be hundreds of aunts, uncles, and cousins to try and remember.

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Sisters, Sisters

Fandom: 911 Lone Star

Characters: Carlos Reyes, T.K. Strand, Carlos’ Sisters, Cousin Adriana, brief Owen Strand

Rating: T

CW: Drinking

A/N: Check out my other fics featuring the Reyes sisters and cousin Adriana: Sucker and The House in the Pines Where the Road Ends. As always, thank you to @bluenet13 who loves this crazy family as much as I do and walks me through all my writing woes. 

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Dealing with Carlos’ sisters was always a delicate situation. If he didn’t reply to their sibling text thread, then they’d start asking questions. And if he did reply to their sibling text thread…then they’d start asking even more questions.

So when it finally came to the point that he couldn’t put off telling them about him and T.K. any longer, he chose wisely. He’d known Elena would be kind, sympathetic, and, upon hanging up, immediately start spreading the news through the family like wildfire so he didn’t have to.

It went about as well as he expected.

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9-1-1 LONE STAR | 3.11 “Prince Albert in a Can”

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Silhouettes with no regrets

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“Do you ever wish we had met earlier?” Carlos pauses Netflix and turns to look at his boyfriend. “Say, in high school. Do you ever wish we had met in high school?”

“No, not particularly. I was a mess in high school. And I only ever want you to see the better parts of myself.” — TK and Carlos + watching Heartstopper = Lots of feelings, emotional conversations, and other fun times on the couch.

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10-89

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Written for @badthingshappenbingo​

Fandom: 9-1-1 Lone Star

Characters:  TK Strand, Carlos Reyes, Nancy Gillian, Gabriel Reyes, Firehouse 126 Crew

Prompt: Race Against the Clock

Summary: Carlos becomes the threat he was called in to investigate when he’s knocked out during a search and wakes up with a bomb strapped to his chest with time running out.

Bomb threats were Carlos’ least favorite calls. On one hand, they were usually a hoax. On the other hand, there was no coming back if they weren’t, your life usually ending before it could even flash before your eyes. He had been in the force long enough to see both.

His first false alarm had come eight months into the job, when a call to the Crime Stoppers hotline had warned of a bomb at the UT campus. They had evacuated the area and spent hours searching but, in the end, it turned out to be no more than a joke. Since then, he had been called to five other similar situations at different locations; they all turned out to be false, but he hated every single one of them.

On a different occasion, Carlos had been off shift when reports came of a suspicious package at a shopping center, and he had had to watch through the news as a swarm of APD officers entered the building. That day had ended with a bomb exploding and seven cops losing their lives. Carlos had been called in to help deal with the ramifications, but luck had been on his side, and he hadn’t been there when it went off.

Today Carlos is sitting on his desk doing paperwork when another call comes in: an anonymous tip into the hotline speaking of a threat to the Texas Capitol in downtown Austin.

Dropping his pen in an instant, Carlos turns to the others around the bullpen with wide eyes and mouth hanging open. Because suddenly this threat seemed very real compared to all the other calls in which he had been a willing but reluctant participant. Those had been at public buildings and relatively low-risk locations; this one, on the other hand, was at a government building and carried with it not only a threat to life and structure but also to the heart and pride of the Lone Star State.

Wasting no time, Carlos grabs his service weapon and cruiser keys and runs behind Mitchell and his fellow officers; because on this sunny afternoon it’s all hands on deck.

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1 hour and 40 minutes

Carlos and Mitchell arrive on scene at 2:45 pm, spend five minutes listening to their Sergeant explain the situation, then enter the Capitol. Guns pointed at all corners, behind each door, and in advance of every hall they walk into as they make their way through the building.

Tasked to work in pairs, Mitchell’s comforting presence behind Carlos helps ground him, even as his heart seems to want to beat out of his chest. The usual buzz and every day action of the building is now replaced with a quiet and eerie atmosphere that wraps around him like a chokehold, with the only sounds in the building coming from their own footsteps and tense voices as they provide updates through their coms.

Five minutes into their search the voice of their Sergeant joins the others in his ear, “be advised I’ve just been notified that a guided tour was happening when the call came in and one of the individuals signed in for that hour has not been accounted for. So, be on the lookout for a 5 feet 8 inches male, weighing approximately 172 pounds, with short, dark brown hair and brown eyes. We are not yet sure if we’re looking for a victim or person of interest but everyone be careful.”

“Copy.” Come the various responses from all five groups conducting the search.

“Reyes, I’m taking a left here, you go right and we will meet back in the middle,” Mitchell directs when they reach a branching path that circles back at a lobby farther into the hall.

Carlos nods and squeezes his partner’s shoulder as she passes. He continues his uneventful search for a few more minutes before footsteps at his back have him twisting around, gun raised and finger tightening on the trigger.

Very briefly Carlos sees a man matching the description of the one they’re looking for but has no time to reach for his radio or even pull the trigger. His head implodes with pain as he crumbles to the ground, a wooden plank dropping to the floor in his direct line of sight. Carlos’ eyes go in and out of focus as he stares at the crimson coloring the otherwise pristine wood.

At a moment like this Carlos would like to think that his last thoughts would be of TK, and he does say a breathy ‘I love you’ to his boyfriend, but his very last thought is the realization that as his body loses the fight to stay awake, there is someone dragging him by the ankles.

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Just an update

Just a heads up for everyone who has been following my Coco fanfiction story, I am working on the next chapter and I hope to be able to upload it in the next week. Sorry for leaving you all hanging, I promise it is in the works.

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Stripper AU, anyone? With Clint’s flexibility, it’s a given he’d be amazing at it, right? 

Please do not repost! Re-blogging is very much welcomed! <3

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Oh hey, I might be writing this fic.

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I AM EXCITE

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Yesss all the stripper AU’s!  (I may have secret art that goes along with this too)

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Wow! This art is amazing!

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Is it Clint that declares himself america's most handsome and the 6th favorite avenger? I swear I remember reading it in a comic but I cannot find it anywhere so now I'm beginning to think I either dreamt it or it's a fanmade quote.

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Hell yes he’s handsome and a favorite Avenger. On my list he is # 1

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prompt from @bunny-lou

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Chapter 4

Hector stood near the block where Imelda and the rest of the family lived. He was worried. The last time he’d seen Imelda here in the land of the dead, she had told him to never come back. He knew that she wouldn’t want to see him now. He didn’t want to be rejected one more time, but he knew that Miguel needed help and he couldn’t help his grandson by himself. With that in mind, he sighed and walked forward to the Rivera home. As expected, when Imelda saw him coming, she frowned at him.

“I told you I never wanted to see you again. I want nothing to do with you, not in life or in death!”

Hector sighed, “I know Imelda. I didn’t want to bother you now, but…well, there’s someone who needs our help. I can’t help them alone…”

Imelda’s frown deepened. “I don’t want to help you with anything!”

“But Imelda, it’s Miguel…He needs our help,” Hector implored.

Imelda stopped and looked him over, still frowning. “We looked for Miguel for a week and found no trace of him. We figured he had found you and gone back to the land of the living because there was no trace of him here.”

Hector sighed, “I wish that were true. I didn’t know he was our great-great-grandson…It’s not as if I have been able to cross the bridge to see our family…When I first met him, I promised to take him to his family if he would take my photo back so I could see Coco. He told me that De La Cruz was his great-great-grandpa…He managed to escape me when you all showed up at the talent show looking for him. I was going to bring him to you then, though I didn’t know it was you looking for him, just knew it was his family…

When I told him I was going to take him to his family to get their blessing, he freaked out on me and got mad and took off. I knew where he would be going. I knew he was trying to get to De La Cruz. So, I followed him to Da La Cruz’s party, where I found out that De La Cruz murdered me with poison because I was trying to come back to you and Coco. He had me tossed in a sinkhole near his house.

Before I knew it, I was fished out again by his guards and brought back to his house the next morning. That’s when I found out Miguel was still here and that he was my great-great-grandson. Ernesto is forcing him to be his grandson, so the world thinks he has a family. Miguel was forced to practice playing music with him every day and in the evening he got to visit with me before Ernesto forced him to perform with him in front of all his friends. I was doing my best to keep his spirits up, but I was locked in Ernesto’s basement with no windows and only one door. Whenever Miguel wasn’t visiting me, the lights in my room were turned off so I couldn’t see anything.

Miguel’s last visit with me was really bad. Miguel is losing hope. He knew that even if he escaped, he would still be stuck in the land of the dead and he’d never be able to go back home to his living family. He is starting to hate all music now, something he had a real passion for before Ernesto corrupted him…Imelda, he’s losing himself…” Hector looked worried.

Imelda frowned, “How do I know you are not making this up?”

Hector frowned, “Do you really think I would come to you for help like this if it were not true? You’ve made it quite clear you don’t want me here, and I’ve respected your wishes so far, but we have to help Miguel! Please, Imelda!”

Dante ran to Hector’s feet and began to bark and looked at Imelda and the family expectantly. Imelda had noticed that dog went everywhere with Miguel and seemed to know when something was wrong with the boy. She sighed.

“I can’t forgive you, Hector. But, I will help you,” she smiled, “for Miguel. Pepita!” She whistled and her alebrije flew down to her side, growling. “We need to get to De La Cruz and save Miguel! How do we do it?”

At this, Hector frowned. “It’s not going to be easy. De La Cruz always has Miguel with him, and when he isn’t with Da La Cruz, he is locked in his room, which is guarded outside by a guard. His window to his room has a guard outside and bars. I almost couldn’t get out without being caught again. But…I might know a way…”

Hector knew that Frida had connections with De La Cruz. He also knew that Frida had taken a liking to Miguel, seeing an artist’s soul in the boy. They met up with her at her studio and Hector explained what was really going on.

“Please, Frida! I know you don’t know me, but think of the boy! He used to love music, but the more De La Cruz forces him to play and sing with him, without any freedom, the more the boy loses himself and his passion for the arts! We need to save our grandson before it’s too late!”

Frida frowned, “I would have never thought Ernesto would stoop so low. I never thought of him as a family man, to begin with, but he seemed happy with the boy, and the boy seemed happy, but there always seemed to be something off.” She shrugged, “As it happens, Ernesto is throwing a big concert tonight, like his sunrise spectacular, and I am again asked to be the opening act…I might be able to sneak you in.”

A few hours later, the Rivera family was dressed as Firda’s dancers and at Ernesto’s home. They followed Frida around until they came upon Ernesto and Miguel. It took everything in Hector not to attack Ernesto there, but he knew he had to wait or he’d blow their cover. Frida walked up to Ernesto with a smile.

“Ernesto, you look fabulous as always,” she faked a kiss on each cheek as did he.

“Why thank you Frida, you do as well. Have you met my great-great-grandson? He’s a musician just like me,” Ernesto beamed down at Miguel and Miguel forced a smile. On the outside, it looked as if he were the happiest kid in the world but on the inside, he was falling apart. His family took note of his posture.

“Yes, actually, he was the one who gave me the idea of the music for my performance at your sunrise spectacular. He truly is a gifted artist. Which is why I wanted to talk to you. My performance tonight needs a few tweeks. I was hoping that I could borrow your grandson and get his gifted talented opinion on what my performance needs. You know I would bring him right back,” she beamed at Ernesto.

“I suppose that would be alright, as long as his guards go with him. There have been people who have tried to take him away from me, you know, the whole ‘grandson of a famous person’ thing…”

Frida frowned slightly, “Your guards have no creative spirit. I cannot allow them along. You needn’t worry about your grandson, he will be perfectly safe with me. I will be with him as will my dancers and we would never let anything bad happen to him,” she beamed at him again. “Don’t you trust me?”

Ernesto paused, then smiled warmly at her, “Of course I do Frida, I trust you completely. Just make sure to have him back before the show, we need to go over the setlist.”

She smiled at him, “Of course, Ernesto.”

She guided Miguel away with her, out of Ernesto’s sight. Once fully away, she looked the boy up and down. She noted how he carried himself. Whereas when she first met him, he carried himself with joy and confidence, now he carried himself with a bit of sadness. He looked up at her, trying to keep his smile in place.

“You wanted my ideas on your show, Frida?”

She gave him a sad smile, “Actually, I met someone who wanted to talk to you and I promised them I would help them see you.”

“Who,” Miguel began to ask as Hector removed the wig and unibrow with a smile.

“Hey, mijo, I told you I not to give up hope, that we would find a way to get you away from Ernesto,” Hector smiled.

“I…I don’t understand,” Miguel said in confusion. “How did you…”

“When you and de la Cruz left, you both forgot to turn the lights off in the basement room I was staying in. I saw a vent cover that was already lose. I managed to get it off and sneak out that way. Once out, I went to Imelda and the rest of the family and told them what had happened to you. We knew Frida had connections with de la Cruz and could probably get us close enough to you…We couldn’t just leave you to be a prisoner of de la Cruz…” Hector explained.

“Yes, muchacho, I have seen the bars on the window to your room. When your family explained what da la Cruz was doing to you, I couldn’t just let him get away with it. You have the heart of an artist, I would hate to see that squashed because of Ernesto’s selfish needs…” Frida explained.

“Gracias, Frida…But how are we going to get away? De la Cruz keeps me in his sights at all times. He will never just let my family walk away with me,” Miguel sighed and looked down.

“Don’t worry, muchacho, we have an extra costume for you and we will sneak you out. But we need to do it right now! One of my famous friends is distracting Ernesto right now, as a favor to me, but there is no telling how long that will last…” Frida pointed out.

Miguel quickly put on the costume and followed his family to the exit. He paused at the door, looking back at Frida. “What about you? Won’t Ernesto be mad at you for letting me escape?”

She smiled back at the boy, “Don’t worry about that, dear boy. Ernesto and I are both famous here and he wouldn’t dare call me out. I will simply act like I sent you back to him and you somehow must have gotten lost in the crowd. He has no proof otherwise. Just be a free spirit, muchacho. Don’t let anything kill your creative spirit.”

“Gracias, Frida,” he said quickly and smiled, for the first time in a week, at her brightly.

The Rivera family were quick on their feet and jumped on Papita and few quickly away from Ernesto’s home. Miguel breathed in the fresh air and was glad to be out of de la Cruz’s captivity. As they flew back to the Rivera home, Miguel turned sad though. He remembered how he had treated his living family and what he had said. And even though he was with his relatives now, he was still sad because he was still stuck in the land of the dead.

When they landed, Mama Imelda saw his sad look and frowned, “What’s wrong, mijo?”

Miguel sighed, “I…I really am happy to be with family, it’s just…I wish I could be with my living family. I ran away from home and I told them I didn’t care about their stupid ofrenda. I told them I didn’t want to be a part of their family. I wish I could tell them how sorry I am…I wish I could tell them that I didn’t mean it…But now it’s too late…”

Mama Imelda sighed, “We’ll find a way mija…We’ll find a way to get you back to the family…”

“That’s right, chamaco. De la Cruz found a way to keep me from fading, and we didn’t think that was possible. We will find a way to get you back to the land of the living…There has to be a way, and we will find it,” Hector said with a warm smile.

“We,” Miguel asked, surprised.

“Yes, mijo, though I don’t trust Hector, he did tell us where you were. I can’t forgive him for what he did, but I will allow him to stay and help us find a way to get you back home…” Imelda smiled.

“We can be a…family,” Miguel asked carefully.

“Yes, we can, because we love you,” Tia Rosita said with a smile.

“You…” Miguel began to cry and everyone looked alarmed, but Hector understood.

Hector knelt down in front of Miguel with a smile, putting his hand on his shoulder. “Yes, mijo, we love you…very much…”

Miguel began to cry and wrapped his arms around Hector, sobbing in his chest. Hector looked sad. He looked up at the stunned family.

“He has been living with de la Cruz for a week now and not once has de la Cruz told him that he loved him, nor have any of his guests. The guests told him how much they loved his music or his singing, but never did he hear that he was loved just because…Only I would tell him that, and he only got to see me once a day and only for 10 minutes…” Hector explained.

All the Rivera family looked shocked and then they all gathered around him and joined in on a group hug. They pulled Miguel in and hugged him tightly and just allowed him to cry.

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Kidnapped a Coco fanfiction

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Chapter 3

After his first full day with Ernesto, Miguel was glad to get a break and have a visit with his Papa Hector. Miguel looked uneasy as a guard led him down several stairs into a very dark basement. They went down a hall in the basement to a thick door that had no windows. Miguel paused as the guards unlocked the door and shoved Miguel in. The room was completely dark. He felt around the floor until all of a sudden, a light was turned on. He looked up to see that the guards had flipped a switch on the outside of the door to turn the light on. So, Hector didn’t ever have light unless the guards allowed it. Miguel frowned.

When the light flipped on, Hector looked up and looked surprised to see Miguel. He walked over from the crate that he was sitting on and went up to his great-great-grandson and hugged him.

“Oh, kid, I wish you hadn’t done this,” Hector looked worried, but he wasn’t worried about himself, he was worried for Miguel.

Miguel sighed as the door was shut behind him and he could hear the lock clicking in place. “I had to, Papa Hector. If I hadn’t agreed, you would have faded from this world…” He sighed, “I should have listened to Mama Imelda. She told me not to be like De la Cruz, but I didn’t listen to her. Now I am dead. And the last thing I said to my living family was that I didn’t want to be on their stupid ofrenda.” Miguel looked like he was on the verge of tears. “Wh…What if they forget all about me?”

Hector gave a weak smile, “Kid, they won’t forget you. You are their family. You didn’t walk away like me…”

Miguel shook his head as tears started to form. “No, that’s just it, I did run away from my family. When my abuelita destroyed the guitar I made, I told her I didn’t want to be on her stupid ofrenda and I ran away…I should have never run away. Now my family is going to forget all about me.” Miguel couldn’t hold back and began to actually cry. Hector held him close, hugging him tightly.

“Miguel, listen to me…you are a lovable kid, your family will not forget you…I mean even your family here in the land of the dead know you and remember you…Your living family will not forget you…They are probably still looking for you now…”

Miguel wiped his eyes and looked up at Hector, “You really think they will still love me, even after I told them I didn’t want to be part of the family and I ran away?”

Hector smiled weakly, “Of course, kid. I mean I am your family and I am proud of you and love you…and I haven’t known you that long…I know your living family loves you…”

Miguel was about to reply when Ernesto unlocked the door and strutted in like he was a king. He walked up to Miguel and pulled him away from Hector and Ernesto’s guards blocked Hector’s way to Miguel.

“Alright, my great-great-grandson, your time with our guest is over, you’ve had your full ten minutes visitation. Now it’s time to practice more today. We have a concert at my house tonight and everyone wants to hear me and my grandson play together,” Ernesto smiled brightly.

“Ernesto, you can’t keep this up! His family will find him here eventually,” Hector billowed.

“Oh, I don’t think my grandson will leave my side, not with you here as my prisoner…I mean guest…Not with you here as my guest too…He wants to be able to see you as well, so my grandson will stay by my side…”

“He’s not your grandson, Ernesto, he’s mine! And you can’t treat him like this! He is a free person! You can’t keep him locked up here like some prize! And his name is Miguel, not grandson,” Hector billowed.

“I hope you enjoy your time in the dark, my friend,” was all Ernesto said as he walked out of the room with Miguel in his arms, the guards right behind him.

Ernesto locked the door and flipped the switch on the wall outside the room to turn the light off in the room that Hector was in. Miguel frowned and tried to fight Ernesto to get back to Hector.

“Ah, where are you trying to go, grandson,” Ernesto asked lightly.

“I’m trying to get back to Papa Hector! You can’t treat him like this! It’s not right,” Miguel billowed as he tried to fight off Ernesto, but he was getting nowhere fast.

“Come my grandson, we need to practice. Tonight, we will be performing in my home for all my friends, a private concert. So, we need to be perfect for the performance, I expect nothing less,” Ernesto said with a smile.

A week later

A week had passed. Every night Miguel and Ernesto performed together for Ernesto’s friends and every night, Miguel lost more and more hope. He now hated the song “remember me” and he was beginning to hate music altogether. No wonder Mama Imelda had banished it all from her life. She had the right idea.

That night Miguel slowly walked down to the basement with the guards. He no longer needed them to drag him with them, he had lost the will to fight. There was no point, he was not ever going to get out of here after all. He sighed and weakly flipped the light switch on and entered the room with Hector as the guards locked the door behind him. Miguel sat heavily on the box just inside the door. Hector’s brow rose up and he came to Miguel’s side.

“Miguel, what’s wrong, mijo,” Hector asked with worry.

“We’re never going to get out of here, and I am never going to see my family again…Mama Imelda was right, music is a curse,” Miguel said with force but then sighed.

Hector’s eyes showed worry. He needed to get out of here and find Imelda and let her know Miguel was still here. He could see Miguel’s spirit giving up more and more. He was a soul, but he was losing his heart. He was giving up on something that used to bring him such joy. Hector hated Ernesto for doing this to his grandson. He held Miguel close and hugged him close.

“You can’t give up, mijo, there is always hope somewhere…We will find a way out of this and find a way to get you back to Imelda…”

“And then what!” Miguel fired, anger flaring up. “Even if I get out of this prison, then what! I’m still stuck in the land of the dead! I’ll never see my family again! I’m always going to be a prisoner!”

Hector frowned, “No, kid, I haven’t given up and I sit in the dark most of the day! If I haven’t given up, then you are not allowed to give up either!”

Miguel sighed, defeated, “What hope do we have? I’m watched like a hawk every day all day. Most of the time I’m with Ernesto…or Papa Ernesto as I have to call him,” Miguel gave a weak eye roll at this, but his shoulders slumped. “I’m nothing more than a trophy…”

“Miguel, that is not true. You are my great-great-grandson. You cannot give up! I love you very dearly, mijo. I will find a way to make this right,” Hector promised.

“You…love me,” Miguel asked, actually looking up.

“Of course I do, why would you think otherwise,” Hector asked.

Miguel shrugged. “It’s just…I haven’t heard that in a week…I’ve been here a week, and no one ever tells me they love me…well, not like that. They love my talent, they love my singing voice…But no one loves me…”

“Well, rest assured mijo, I love you very much,” Hector smiled at Miguel and hugged him closely.

Miguel actually gave a hint of a smile, “I love you too, Papa Hector…”

“Aw, isn’t that sweet? My grandson is bonding with my best friend. It’s nice to see my guests getting along. Now, come along, grandson, we have a show to do,” Ernesto said with a smile, ruining their private moment.

Miguel sighed as his shoulders slumped, defeated. He walked out of the room with no further argument, forgetting to turn the lights back off. Ernesto was so busy thinking about the show that he didn’t even notice and neither did the guard that was guarding the door.

Hector watched them leave with a frown. He needed to do something, and he needed to do it quick. His grandson was losing all hope. If he didn’t get the rescue in soon, he would lose his grandson. His brow raised when the door was locked but the light wasn’t turned off, but he didn’t think anything of it.

However, with the light now on, he noticed something he’d really never noticed before. The room had no windows and only one door, but above him, there was an air vent. It was small, but it would be big enough for him to squeeze through. Just like with the fire escape ladder, he flung his one arm up to the vent. The screws were already loose, which was a good thing. His fingers worked at it and slowly the screws came out.

He let his hand drop back down and then he pushed the pile of boxes near the vent a little to the right to be closer to the vent and then climbed up them. Slowly he removed the vent, being careful not to make a sound. Once it was removed, he climbed quietly in and slipped the vent back in place. He would get out of here and he would find Imelda and the rest of his family. Imelda would know how to save Miguel.

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