#coco héctor

[gamerbearmira]

Coco...and Encanto...hmmmmm

Bro idek but y'all should've expected this 😛 I love both movies sm tbh, my faces next to Princess and the Frog and the Book of Life.

The Book of Life...hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Tel teg ti

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Héctor had finally finished the last touches of paint on Miguel. He twisted his nose a bit, and Danté sniffed at the tin that Héctor had thrown aside, licking his nose before hacking and gagging. Mirabel giggled at the sight.

"Done! Now you both look like skeletons; well, as close as you can be," he shrugged, rolling his eyes.

"And you're sure no one will notice us?" Mirabel asked, putting on the poncho Héctor handed her. Thankfully Miguel was already wearing a jacket, so it was ok.

"Eh, it should. You'd be surprised how many folks don't really look close," Héctor shrugged. Miguel and Mirabel exchanged a look before Héctor shrugged, digging around in his ribcage and handing Miguel a photo. "Anyway, here's my photo!"

Miguel stared at the photo for a moment, Mirabel peeking over his shoulder. "This is you?"

"¿Muy guapo, eh?" Hector said and Miguel rolled his eyes and shoved the photo in his coat pocket while Mirabel snorted.

"So, if he takes your photo and puts it on his offrenda, you'll be able to cross over?" Mirabel asked, and both she and Miguel followed after Héctor who nodded.

"¡Sí! Once we find his great great grandpa," Héctor said and Miguel spoke up.

"And we have to find Mirabel's abuelo Pedro too!" He perked up and Héctor nodded, pointing a finger.

"That too. But your abuelo is pretty popular in both the Colombia and México districts," Héctor said. "With his sacrafice and all that; he's like a whole hero here. So if we get to that party, we'll probably be able to find both of them! Ernesto was all about inviting other famous folks, even in death."

Mirabel smiled excitedly and Miguel beamed as well. Héctor looked at the two who excitedly spoke about getting home. He couldn't help but think of his own little one, Coco. Though, she probably wasn't so little now.

"Well, come on! We got a contest to win!" Héctor called back after walking ahead of them. Mirabel grabbed Miguel's hand, rushing after Héctor with Miguel stumbling behind him.

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Guys they're literally the best adventure group like the best ever I'm not been joking dawg 🙏🙏

Héctor has to watch two kids now 👩‍🦲 also funny thing, I think how Pedro and Mirabel both have butterflies in their eyes, I think I'll make it so Héctor and Miguel had guitars in their eyes <333

BECAUSE I CAAANNNNN

Can you tell I cant draw Héctor to safe my life and put so little effort its not even funny

What's ironic is I have the concept art book for Coco 🌚

[mlys05]

[jessiedoodles01]

(2) another gaza commission @ramshackledtrickster which i really love, plus i had a major headcanon that gabriella and her version of miguel loved watching coco together and even dressing up as hector and coco together

[a-little-ray-of-fantasy]

Please judge me based on my comfort characters. 0w0

[jaydencoolguy]

Happy Día de los Muertos! I drew Coco fanart for the first time in like a year to celebrate

[pencopanko]

it's them (image ref from crying_anabell on twitter!)

[mydarlingedits]

HÉCTOR RIVERA ICONS

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[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

watching Coco again!!! 🥰 wish me luck!!! 🥰

[juliedrawz]

I saw some old posts where people addressed Héctor's flaws. I got stomach aches reading them because I think they got it totally wrong! I couldn't get it out of my mind, so here I am, putting my salt into the soup!

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First things first, EVERYONE's got flaws! Nobody is perfect. Everyone's done and is doing mistakes. And with Héctor, we need to look very carefully, consider 1. His character and 2. His situation.

Right off the bat, what some see as flaws are actually GOOD character traits merely tending to bring trouble because the world is dark and twisted most of the time! Héctor is one of the most selfless and altruistic characters ever! He'd give everything for those he loves and this immense love also makes him reckless sometimes.

Let's beginn with the first flaw pointed out by others.

"Héctor let himself be persuaded to go on tour with Ernesto. He should have said no."

Yes, Ernesto talked Héctor into his idea, BUT, they were best friends! As close as brothers! Héctor came along because 1. He loved Ernesto and 2. He wanted to provide for his wife and daughter! Even if that meant he had to do something he was slightly uncomfortable with. Ignoring his wants to stay at home, he took the chance! He took the risk. If being away for a while meant more money and hence a better life for his family, he gladly make that jump! It is absolutely selfless but also admireble! Like, that's what a good father does! He couldn't have know how much Ernesto would change during that time, nor that he would eventually snap and get him killed. And Héctor did stand up for himself! He's not a weak, idiot who let's himself get pushed around! Most of the time he's just peace seeking and slow to anger! Which, are RIGHT traits according to God! And to me too! It might get you hurt and some people might take adventage of your kindness but what exactly is bad then? Your kindness, selflessness or those mean people? Aha, see what I'm getting at? Nobody should change their positove traits or harden their hearts just because others are in darkness! It's a whole different thing to draw lines and stand up for yourself. And Héctor does!

"His irresbonsibility"

*big sigh* Ok, there are 2 reasons mentioned to put the stamp irresponsible on Héctor's forehead and it get's me mad!

The thing about him lending things and losing them all! Well, Héctor tried desperatly to cross the flower bridge for decades! He tried everything to cross. Lending himself stuff and noz being able to return them wasn't because he's careless and irresponsible! He just couldn't bring them back! Take a look at his broken bones, his knocked out teeth, his scratches and THINK for a second! All the horrific accidents he must have gotten into. He surely aimed to bring each and every item back but they all got lost or destroyed in the process. And I don't think Héctor made an attempt to cross with it most likely failing at the back of his mind. He just went for it! Remember how he bolted forward once he was through the check? All his mind is focused on is "I need to get to and see my baby!" And before that it was "I need to get to and see my wife and baby!"

If Héctor had the chance to bring the items back, he would have! He wanted to take the Frida costume back but who forbit him to do so? The officer! (Joke's on him though because it'll be Ceci giving him hell later"

He was being irresponsible with Miguel ...

Someone said it would have been easier to just hand over Miguel to the police and have them sort it out! Well, have you seen how Miguel ran from his own family to get his way? He ran from Héctor too once he figured out Miguel had relatives around! Héctor helped Miguel first and foremost because out of desperstion! Miguel was the BIGGEST ticket for him to be able to cross, by letting him bring the photo back. But for Miguel to do so, he had to help him bring him to Ernesto. And that's what Héctor did. He tried hi best to get Miguel to Ernesto as fast as possible. Not to forget, that it was a race of life and death for both.

And Miguel is a kid! And obviously he's acting like one now and then! And Héctor paniced when Miguel ran off. Because he worried for him! If his deal wouldn't work, he would look for another way but Miguel could die! Yes, Héctor might not always make right decissions, but he is giving his best and he always means well! And we also need tp consider his condition! He knows he'll most likely not last the night, yet he still risks that and helps Miguel.

Of course we see Hèctor later on pleading with Miguel one last time that they had a deal but then in the cenote, he caves in. He's getting weaker by the second, the process of him fading has begun. And even through his pain, he is still comforting Miguel.

Him being clumsy and him lying is also often seen as one of his flaws. And while I absolutely agree, that yes, he's a huge clutz and he's both accident prone and sometimes too reckless when it comes to his own health and savety, I wouldn't call his lying a flaw in the classical way. Because, the only times we see Héctor lying in the movie is so he can get as much as a hinge closer to his goal of crossing the bridge. That's how important his daughter is to him! Lying is never good, but he lies out of desperation. (In my book, young Héctor sometimes used his catch phrase "That was a lie! I apologize for it!" as a means of his humor, and, or to calm his opposite. And Héctor is darn humorous!

Now to what I point out in my book, not necessarily flaws but things that get Héctor into trouble often

His kindness

His altruismn, selflessness

Him ignoring his own needs and wants for the wellbeing of others

His clumsiness

His recklessness

His trait to always see the good in people

His stubborness

And while most of those are wonderful character traits, as mentioned above, in a world where such personalities as Hèctor are rare, it's hard to get around.

What do you guy's think?

[pcs-wet-sock]

I want him

[mlys05]

[imaredshirt]

Moved some more Coco oneshots over to Ao3. I call this batch the Mostly Angst with One Non-Angsty Romance Deal. Get 'em while they're hot!

(edited to remove Clay 'cause I forgot I already made a post about it here, whoops)

Hotel del Amanecer

He wasn’t sure how long it would take him to get used to being dead, but he’d already shocked himself a dozen times that night alone just looking at the bones of his hand, so he thought it might take… a while. Mierda. He was dead. And, Héctor thought, glancing up at the kind eyes of the clerk--he was alone.

Quite a Show

“I took the time to visit you before my show,” Ernesto said, wiping his hand on his chaqueta, as Héctor sagged, resigned, in the guards’ hold. “I wanted you to know that this is all your fault, in the end.”

The Trouble with Locks

Héctor and Imelda steal away for some time alone. And they lock the door behind them, so everything's fine. Except the lock is broken. And Julio - who unfortunately discovers that the lock is broken - can tell you that everything was not fine.

[a-little-ray-of-fantasy]

Among my comfort characters, I have traumatized dads who went through a lot for love...

...traumatized science guys who command a certain type of creatures to which they act fatherly to...

...or traumatized goofy dudes who ambiguously manage to be both.

...

I'm sensing a pattern here that's worrying me...

[jaydencoolguy]

I've just been informed that we're back.

[pencopanko]

An older piece from 2019 of Héctor, set in the Alive!Bar Boys AU

[enigmatist17]

It had been a wonderful Día de los Muertos, the first where Miguel could honestly say his entire heart and soul had been poured into it. It wasn't the best feeling to realize he hadn't been as into things as he should have been, but to actually have seen the Land of the Dead...well, he understood now.

"Make sure you change before you go to the graveyard!"

"Sí mamá!" As much as Miguel loved the charro outfit abuelita had personally made for him, he was more than happy to slip into jeans and a tank top to cool off, eyeing the guitar in the corner with a grin as he grabbed his new hoodie from his closet. It had taken months for the historical society that looked over things like Papá Héctor's guitar to allow his family the honor of placing it in the shrine they'd all built for Héctor's poems and notes. Miguel took care to clean it every day after they had finally been given the rights to it, and after about a month, Enrique had unhooked it from its case and waited for Miguel to come home from school.

"You are allowed to play it here at home, special shows, and on Día de los Muertos with permission."

His son could have blinded the world with his smile, the teen letting out the loudest grito Santa Cecilia had ever heard.

Now, it was slung across his back as Miguel ran to the graveyard, waving at familiar faces as he crossed the threshold. The area belonging to his family was tucked into one of the far sides, not far from the Marigold Bridge he'd crossed last year. Miguel scowled when he eyed Ernesto's mausoleum along the way, quickly looking around before giving the bust a middle finger before he took his familiar route along the side of the marble structure.

Hah, did you see that! I am so proud of my little chamaco!

A familiar laugh freezes Miguel in place, and for a moment, he looks around, only to shrug. He knows Papá Héctor would have laughed, or so he hoped, and Miguel smiles when he finally sees the worn tombstones adorned with the cempazuchitl he'd spent time carefully placing with his little sister. Some of the mariachi from around town had offered to keep an eye on the site from the many burgeoning fans of Héctor Rivera away from where he'd been laid to rest, tipping their hats before moving a little ways away for privacy. Miguel smiled when it was finally just himself, shifting the guitar so he could start strumming whatever little tune came to his mind as he took a seat in the grass.

"I hope you all had a great time tonight, I know I have." Miguel began, eyes drifting over to the two new additions to the family plot. The first was Mamá Coco's, the woman having passed three months after Miguel had returned with a song that revived her memory and hopefully saved her father. On the other side of the plot was the second new headstone, one that had been missing for far too long.

Héctor Rivera

Loving Father Husband and Musician

Recuérdame

"We found you Papá Héctor...had you buried about two weeks ago." Miguel sighed as he picked at the beginning notes to Un Poco Loco. "Papá let me play your guitar all day, and everyone closed down so they could attend, which was really nice. They wanted to give you Er-his mausoleum, but Mamá Elena said she'd rather burn it down than keep you away from Mamá Imelda any longer." The memory of watching the historical committee flinching at her legendary chancla made Miguel laugh to himself, and his tempo increased a little as he looked back at the invisible bridge. "I miss you guys."

We miss you too nino, last year was certainly exciting!

Miguel nearly dropped Héctor's guitar as he jerked around, knowing for a fact he had heard someone this time.

"Hola? Someone there?" Aside from some townsfolk celebrating a good few feet away, no one else seemed close enough for Miguel to hear so clearly. That changed a moment later when he heard Dante's familiar barking, the Xolo appearing to the world from seemingly nowhere to bound over to Miguel, knocking the boy onto his back to lick at his face.

Dante, get off the poor boy!

Miguel giggled as he lightly pushed Dante off of him, only to freeze when a skeletal hand covered in an orange glow grabbed the alebreije by the scruff of his neck. Said hand belonged to his Tía Rosita, his great-great aunt not noticing that Miguel could see her until Dante was let go, the taller woman freezing before a wide grin crossed her face.

Miguel?

"T-Tía Rosita?" Miguel quickly scrambled up and onto his feet, eyeing her with disbelief as he slowly reached for her hand, fully expecting to phase through her like he had with the living last year.

He did not, and found himself smothered into a tight hug as he let out a loud laugh of disbelief.

Now I don't want to accuse you of anything, but you didn't steal from an ofrenda this year, did you? Miguel pulled back when she finally cleared her throat, one eyebrow raised as he frantically shook his head.

"N-No, I learned my lesson, promise! I don't kno- wait! I-I've been hearing people since I left the house." Miguel grabbed his right arm when he thought of a familiar voice he'd sworn he'd imagined a few minutes ago, and his Tía smiled in understanding. "Is...?"

Come on, I think someone will be happy to see you. Tía Rosita held out her arm for Miguel to link with after he slung his bisabuelo's guitar over his shoulder. To the living, it looked like Miguel was escorting an invisible person through the graveyard and out into town, the boy stuffing an earbud into his ear to make it look like he was on the phone as he filled Rosita in on some of his personal life. There were skeletons every which way Miguel looked now, and while some may have noticed with a start, they mostly left the duo alone as they headed across town to a small park Miguel had been to only once or twice. He could see Mamá Coco dancing with Papá Julio as Héctor played for them, having perched himself up into the branches of the large tree that cast shade to most of the park in the daytime. Victoria sits on a bench watching with a soft smile, sometimes looking away when Óscar and Felipe laugh about something, going through the offerings the Rivera's had left for them. Mamá Imelda was sitting at the base of the tree, just keeping a gentle eye on her family while occasionally glancing up at her husband, a soft look Miguel could never have imagined crossing her face every time she laid eyes on him. Naturally, she's the first to see him, and for a moment, she has to take in the way Rosita ruffles his hair before she shoots up and onto her feet.

Miguel?!

There's a loud twang as the music comes to an abrupt halt, six pairs of eyes shooting over to where Miguel and Rosita stood arm in arm, but the child is only focused on one set in particular.

"P-Papá Héctor?" A year's worth of anxiety melts away at the sight of his stunned bisabuelo, and despite being thirteen years old now, Miguel can't stop the tears that blur his vision. It had been agony not knowing if he'd been fast enough that morning, and familiar arms were scooping Miguel up and against familiar bones before a sob tears itself from his throat.

I've got you chamaco, todo va a salir bien.

Miguel could feel others coming up to hug him, but all he could focus on was the man holding him. His bones were still stained with age and his brush with the Final Death, but after Miguel wiped some tears from his face, he noticed they were a good shade brighter than he saw that infamous night. Sobs of pent anxiety turn to sobs of joy as he hugs Héctor as tight as he could, only to giggle when the poor man's head pops off and into his hands.

"Lo siento!" Héctor and Miguel stared at each other before the elder snorted in amusement. Imelda gently reassembled her husband as the two dissolved into laughter, eyes rolling good-naturedly as the family finally stepped back to give them space.

So, would anyone like to explain? Victoria eventually spoke up, unable to keep the small smile off her face as she watched Miguel and Héctor giggle at each other. You didn't steal from an ofrenda again, right?

"Why is that the first assumption!" The teen huffed, pointedly avoiding the looks sent his way, along with Felipe's prodding to make sure no skeleton parts were becoming visible. "No I did not, I just...well, I don't know!"

It could be

A side effect?

"Maybe?" Miguel shrugged, smiling a little when Imelda took one of his hands and gently squeezed it. "I..it's really nice to see all of you, I uh, I've thought about you every day."

As have we corazón, in fact, it's hard not to with all you did for us last year. Miguel grinned when Julio ruffled his hair, heart constricting when he saw the smile on his Mamá Coco's face. Socorro couldn't get enough of hearing about your adventure last year.

My intelligent little bisnieto, you have definitely taken after papá. If he had been able to, Héctor would have fallen to pieces at the statement, settling instead for a loud sniffle and squeeze of the boy in his arms.

As much as they all wanted to stay in this happy little bubble, the sky was getting lighter as sunrise came ever closer. Miguel escorted his dead family back to the bridge, one hand firmly holding Héctor's as the other was in Coco's, Dante trotting beside his master with happy barks.

"Do you think I'll be able to see you again next year?" Miguel asked when they finally came to a stop beside the barrier, rubbing his right arm with a hesitant smile.

Maybe, maybe not. We will always be here regardless, don't ever forget that Miguel. Imelda knelt down, giving him a small hug before kissing his forehead. We will always love you, visible or not.

She's always right, you know. Héctor laughed, hanging back as everyone hugged the teen before crossing the barrier and out of Miguel's sight. Soon, only Héctor remained, the taller man kneeling down to hug Miguel as close as he could.

"I hope I get to see you every year...I miss you so much Papá Héctor,:

I do too, I'm so so proud of you. Miguel smiled as he looked up at his ancestor, pulling away despite never wanting to let go. He wouldn't be able to handle any sort of delay in getting his Papá Héctor to safety, aware the sun was close to breaching the horizon.

"You should go home, Papá Héctor; no last-minute saves here." He sniffled, watching Héctor get to his feet and look over at Santa Cecilia with a soft smile.

Get some rest chamaco, I'll see you next year. With one last ruffle of Miguel's hair, Héctor smiled and took his step through the barrier, leaving the teen standing alone at the edge of the graveyard.

"Yea...I'll see you next year." Miguel smiled as he began to whistle, the idea for a new song forming as he headed home.

So far, it's definitely the best Día de los Muertos he's ever had!