#imelda-x-héctor

[holly-natnicole]

Héctor-x-Imelda, 'bout to send their great-geat-grandson back into the Land of the Living via a magical marigold petal. So cute!!

“You’re going home”

[sheepwithspecs]

Echar Agua al Mar: Chapter 1

|| DP Coco (2017) || Rated T ||

Ao3 Link

For Imelda, trying to prevent Héctor from coming back into her life is like throwing water into the sea: pointless. With her family keen to accept the strange musician, and a challenge she can hardly refuse, she soon finds herself caught up in the continuation of a romance decades in the making. [Updates every Saturday]

Author's Note:

A lot of people wanted this one back, so I took the time to sit down and rewrite it properly. I plan on writing a proper ending, but it will be finished as-is (with no added chapters). I don't plan to write anything else for the DP-Coco fandom, so please accept this reworked fic as a celebration of my short, but meaningful time here. As roughly as it ended, I still would not trade those years for the world. I met some of the best people in that fandom, many of which I am still in contact with as friends and mutuals.

I want to take the time to thank each and every reader who has reached out over the years asking about this fic (as well as other DPC fics). The fact that you remember my work fondly means more to me than words can really describe. I wanted to finish this for you, so it's my fervent hope that you enjoy it just as much, if not more, as you enjoyed the original WIP. Please don't stop reaching out, either! In this day and age, it's rare to get reviews on fics anymore. If there's something you enjoyed, no matter how small, I promise that it would make my day to hear it!

The Rivera family was in distress.

Before the last Día de Los Muertos, they had been perfectly content with their lives—if a skeletal soul could indeed be called "living". They had a certain pride in being the best shoemakers in the Land of the Dead, and in death they worked much as they had in life: hard. But now production had slacked off unexpectedly; the twins fulfilled the quota of only one man, Julio made more mistakes in one hour than he had in nearly twenty years, Rosita polished at a tortoise's speed, and even Victoria made simple errors, growing frustrated as she was forced to thread and rethread her needle.

If Mamá Imelda saw them, she might have gloated that her ban on music was well and just. It was music—or the lack of it—that kept the family working at a plodding pace. They'd had a taste of the tunes, a bite of the proverbial apple, and now they were tempted for more. They heard rhythm in the steady ringing of the twins' hammers, in the swish-swish of Victoria's needle, in the scrubbing of Rosita's polishing brush. The Rivera harmony, so easy to recognize, to hum along to… if they weren't in the habit of suppressing those same urges.

But the family matriarch was nowhere to be found downstairs, and could not scold their behavior from the living quarters on the second floor. It was early afternoon, and so Imelda was in her bedroom, hiding… though no one would have dared suggest such a thing within earshot.

"Mamá Imelda can't blame us now," Julio murmured. "Not when she herself sang at the Sunrise Spectacular. In front of everyone, too." It was a conversation they'd repeated over and over again for three months.

"It's true," Oscar added. "She sang again, and so beautifully! But if she heard us…." He was irritated, more with himself than with his older sister. He hated working as though he were a greenhorn cobbler. If he could only finish the day's quota, he could spend the rest of the afternoon tinkering on inventions with his twin. But no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't stop his foot from tapping along in time with his hammer.

"Then let her hear us," Victoria huffed, squinting over the rims of her spectacles. The needle was mere inches from her eye sockets, shaking slightly as she aimed. "Maybe that will be what makes her come downstairs for a change."

"She won't." Felipe looked over his shoulder, shaking his skull at his great-niece. "Not so early in the afternoon. Not before…" he trailed off, gazing pointedly at the clock just above her elegant bun.

"And so? Why not sing?" Victoria lifted her eyes from her work, pushing the spectacles up her skull with one dainty finger. "If there's no danger of her coming down." She sighed as the twins shook their heads in unison. "Oh, if my mamá could see us now. She'd have a good laugh at us all."

"Ah, he's coming!" Rosita announced suddenly, rising from her chair at the window. She let the unfinished shoe in her hand fall to the table, the brush tossed aside as she raced for the door. Everyone paused in their work, following Felipe's eyes towards the clock.

"Right on schedule," Julio said with a smile. "By the way, what will today's excuse be? The corner store?"

"No, we used that one yesterday."

"A walk?"

"We used that one two days ago." They stared at one another with growing concern, each racking their brain for some useful idea. Finally Rosita shook her head, shrugging helplessly at Julio. He blew out a low breath, hands stuck deep into his pockets.

"You say something," Oscar muttered, elbowing his brother in the ribs.

"Why me?" Felipe gulped. "You know I can't think under pressure!"

"Neither can I!"

"I'll say something." Victoria stood as well, brushing bits of thread from her apron. The twins sighed in relief, dropping their hammers simultaneously to the workbench as everyone in the room turned towards the open door in anticipation of their daily visitor. A moment later, there was a self-conscious knock as a man stepped just past the threshold. He was dressed in ragged clothing—espantapájaros, Victoria often muttered under her breath—with his sleeve barely hanging by a thread and shoeless as the day he was born. His gold tooth glinted in the afternoon sunlight as he grinned sheepishly, his hat clutched in nervous hands.

"Hello, Héctor," the Riveras chanted in unison, the start of their new daily routine.

"Hello, everyone." The hat brim began its revolution as Héctor's anxious fingers began to twist. "I've come to… I mean: is Imelda at home today?" The twins shared a sympathetic wince. Rosita's fingers clacked against her cheekbones as she raised her hands to her face. Victoria looked around the room, adjusted her glasses, and scowled.

"This has gone on long enough!" she declared, ignoring the shocked gasps from the rest of the family. "Of course she's here! She's been here every day for as long as you've been coming."

"Ahaha… I, uh… I thought that might be the case." Héctor sighed, looking down at his bare feet. "There's only so many times someone might go to the markets, after all." He looked so pitiable, dashed hopes and guilt and shame, standing in their doorway like a beggar searching for alms. Rosita clucked and guided him to her empty chair, inviting him in properly now that Victoria had broken the routine.

Héctor had given them all of a month before showing up out of the blue, hoping to speak with his wife. Of course, they had all been under strict orders after day one to not let him inside. If he asked, they were supposed to offer some excuse as to why Imelda was not downstairs with the rest of the family. Every afternoon she avoided the workshop like the plague, waiting until he had come and gone before venturing downstairs to complete her portion of the day's work.

This left the rest of the family with no choice but to scramble and find sixty days' worth of excuses to feed him, along with their best what-can-be-done expressions. They would have much rather invited him in, treated him as one of their own, and marched him up to Imelda's room without a word of protest. But the family matriarch's orders overruled any personal attachment to Héctor. At least, it had… until today.

"So." Héctor placed his hat on the table, linking his fingers politely in his lap. "She asked you to cover for her."

"She did," Victoria answered for them, "but this is getting out of hand."

"Even though you knew we were lying, and that Imelda didn't want to see you… you still came every day?" Oscar asked curiously, running a finger over his thin mustache. Héctor managed a one-sided shrug, smiling sadly. "That's pretty stubborn of you."

"Imelda's just as stubborn as you, though," Felipe pointed out, leaning against the workbench. "She won't come downstairs. Not even if you come every day for the next century."

"Victoria?" Julio waved his hand in his daughter's face, a frown twisting his mustache. "Go upstairs and ask Mamá Imelda to come down. For your Papá Héctor's sake."

"No! No, don't bother her. If she doesn't want to see me, then…." Héctor stood quickly, scratching at his thin goatee before offering them a much happier smile. "Tell me, how much would I have to pay for a pair of genuine Rivera boots?"

"What?!" Rosita shook her head in dismay. "What on earth are you talking about? You're family, of course they'd be free—" Oscar and Felipe immediately bent, each studying one of his feet.

"Come now, I'm willing to pay something—"

"No, Héctor." Julio crossed his arms. "Rosita's right. Family doesn't pay for shoes. But, eh…." He glanced warily at Victoria. "What do you think Mamá Imelda will have to say?"

"Oh, don't worry about that. You can leave her to me-e-e—!" Héctor jerked his foot away from Oscar, the appendage flopping loosely as he hopped off-balance. "Hey, watch it! That tickles!"

"But—"

"Listen: Imelda is your mamá. Of course you will do as she says, and don't ask questions. That's the way it should be. But she's my Imelda." His eyes twinkled. "I know how to deal with her. You can leave that to me. I just thought that since I have no plans to stop visiting my family, I might as well have a proper excuse of my own." He leaned in, motioning for them to join him. They huddled around him, close enough that their heads were nearly touching.

"As far as you're concerned," he whispered, "I've given up on seeing Imelda. I've accepted that she doesn't want to see me. And if you do see us together, just… y'know." He smiled again, but this time the expression was far more playful. "She's my wife, isn't she? Act natural."

"Natural?" Oscar parroted, only to get thumped on the skull. "Oh, right! Natural!" They all chuckled, save for Victoria's modest headshake. Héctor nodded and they broke apart.

"I'm sure boots take quite a while to make, yes?" He asked in a much louder tone, directing his voice towards the stairs. "Especially custom boots for your Papá Héctor!"

"You're right!" Julio agreed just as loudly, winking at Rosita. "Custom boots take a very long time!"

"Yes! Weeks!" Rosita giggled.

"Then I'll leave you all," Héctor nearly shouted, taking his hat and waving it with a flourish, "to your work!" As he jammed the hat on his head, there was a soft sound… almost like the rustling of skirts at the head of a grand staircase.

"Come back tomorrow for a proper sizing," Victoria advised, one eye on the stairs. "That way, we won't have to second-guess ourselves once we begin."

"Understood!" He winked once more before turning, offering a little wave over his shoulder. "See you tomorrow, everyone."

"Adiós, Héctor!" The Riveras waved him out the door, looking at one another before stifling their laughter. If Héctor was volunteering to take the brunt of Imelda's anger, they were more than willing to sneak around and help them any way they could. After all, her mighty arm was often the only thing that kept them in line, and something about Héctor's goofy charm made him hard to resist. Maybe that was what she had meant, blaming him for Miguel's naughtiness on Día de Los Muertos: his mischief was catching.

"It's all right, Mamá!" Julio called at the foot of the stairs. "He's gone now." There wasn't a full thirty seconds of silence before Imelda was among them, eyeing them all suspiciously with her usual motherly intuition.

"It took longer than normal to make him leave this time…." She trailed off expectantly, waiting for someone to explain. Without batting an eye, Victoria took over.

"We ran out of excuses and had to think of something else." It was a lie by omission, but it rang enough of the truth that she felt confident staring directly into her grandmother's eyes. "He stayed because he wanted to order some boots."

"Boots?" Imelda repeated, her mouth pursing in distaste. "What sort of boots?"

"Custom boots," Rosita explained. "He's tired of walking around in his bare feet."

"And you accepted him?" For the first time, Imelda seemed unhappy about a potential sale. "Why? Now he has an excuse to come inside and—anyway, you should have turned him away," she fussed, running both hands over her immaculate hairstyle and patting it into place nervously.

"It's our fault," Oscar spoke up, hands clasped in false penitence. "Felipe and I couldn't turn him down."

"We haven't made a custom order of boots in so long. We were excited, Imelda."

"We didn't think, and he is—"

"—like a brother to us, after all."

"It's not just anyone," Rosita pointed out gently. "It's Papá Héctor. We can't refuse him."

"Papá Héctor?" Imelda groaned. "Since when is he— Never mind." She crossed her arms, staring out the open door. "I can't even blame you for it. A Rivera has never been able to turn away someone in need of shoes. Even if it's him. And it's only for a few more days."

"Maybe a week," Julio corrected her. "Or more. We have a lot of orders…."

"Ay… heaven help me."

Héctor sat at the edge of Shantytown, kicking his feet off the ledge as he thought. People passed by, shouting greetings to him from the docks, but he was far too lost in his own mind to pay much attention. As was the case lately, his thoughts were focused on one goal: Imelda.

Admittedly he was out of practice, and quite rusty when it came to the art of courtship. In the olden days, back when they were alive, it had been more a scheme of getting her to notice him at all. He had even rejected the help of his best friend, afraid that Ernesto might catch her eye before he could ever hope to. That was good: he hadn't needed him then, and certainly didn't need him now.

Most of his ideas for getting back into her good graces were the same as his former exploits: serenading by moonlight, offering her gifts, winning her over with his irresistible charm… he no longer had the dimples she so admired, by he was still quite handsome, if he said so himself.

The real question was: would she ever indulge him?

Probably not at first. He frowned, staring up at the city lights dancing above him. He'd given her a full month, slipping away after the Sunrise Spectacular and biding his time. Imelda could hold a nasty grudge—he had firsthand knowledge of that. Years of bitterness would not disappear overnight, just because they'd had one song together, one small adventure with their living progeny. Before Miguel had come, he'd given up hope of reaching her at all.

But.

That's for murdering the love of my life!

The thwap of the huarache against bone rang over and over in his head: a sound of hope. He was the love of her life! Even all these months later, he still couldn't quite believe it.

I still have a chance. I'm the love of her life.

It was that mentality that had him coming to the Rivera household day after day, standing awkwardly in the doorway and asking to see her. He could tell that the family was willing, even if the woman was not. There was pity in their expressions as they lied to his face, telling him that he'd just missed her, that she'd gone for a walk, or to get more thread, or to deliver a rush order of shoes.

Imelda was a stubborn woman, that was for sure. But he was a stubborn man. Year after year he'd gone to that dumb bridge, knowing full well that he would not be able to cross. Compared to that, romancing his own estranged wife would be a piece of cake! He planned it out in his head, days of shoemaking and nights of wooing. She'd be begging him to stay within the month. Maybe. Hopefully.

It was a foolproof plan… so long as she didn't call for Pepita.

[thepixarau]

going off of that last ask about woody x jessie what are your favorite pixar ships?

Oh there’s so many to choose! I have a mix of canon and non-canon ships that I’ve been shipping for years, including Flik x Atta (a bug’s life), Dory x Marlin (finding Nemo), Joy x Sadness (inside out), Héctor x Imelda (coco), and Mike x Sulley (monsters inc) I definitely have more but these are my favorites.

(For the non-canon ones, I like them so much I made them canon in the Pixar AU bcuz I can’t help myself)

[pencopanko]

Adding these two ships here too because my god

another one cuz i remembered more ships i liked

[livehorsesartpage]

This is an HC from a friend that tells Héctor (Pixar Coco) could've been son of Manolo Sánchez and María Posada (The Tree of Life) She also made some OC children from them and siblings for Héctor.

I made a Fanart of them in honor of my friend's birthday, trying to recreate those vintage photos from the early XX's, and this obviously would be a family photo that foreshadows Hector's very own with Imelda and baby Coco. I made a similar Fanart with the Mérante family before.

Here appear the twins Juan and Sophie (the ones at the sides of Manolo) and the little girl on María's lap is Camilla. Héctor would be 11-12 years old and he's the one at the side of María and in front of Sophie.

Made with pencil colors and pens at May 22 of 2024. (Vintage edition made in the Canvas app)

Happy Birthday @vanessafangirl13 ! 😃🎉🎂🎁🎈

[pencopanko]

Hi! Could you write ♥▼ for Rosa, ♡♦ for Miguel (besides music), ☯ for Luisa, and ☮ for Abel, please? I know it's a little much, but I love your headcanons. Take your time and thank you in advance if you decide to answer this!

Hi hi, hello!! Thank you so much for liking my headcanons! Of course I would love to answer your ask! I love Rosa and Abel almost as much as I love Miguel (to the point that they are part of the main cast for an AU I am working on), and I would be glad to talk about Mamá Luisa too! It's a long one, so I'll put it all under a Read More.

This is from this ask meme, by the way!

Let's start with Rosa: ♥ Family Headcanon ♥

This is inspired by rainydesignastronomywriter's brilliant Rosa-centric fanfics on AO3. I like to think that Rosa is a real daddy's girl and takes a lot after him. She loves her mamá to bits, of course, but she and Berto are very close. One can even say that she is her father's soul of his soul. During their dance at her quinceañera, Berto could not hold back his tears after realizing how much his darling daughter had grown up. And he cried even more at her wedding.

▼Childhood Headcanon▼

Out of all the young Riveras, Rosa was the quickest to learn how to read. She liked playing like a typical little girl, of course, but she enjoyed reading a lot too. She would ask Berto or Carmen to read to her sometimes, but there were days where she would read on her own too.

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Now, the boy of the hour, Miguel:

♡ Romantic Headcanon ♡

As a kid and up until him attending high school, Miguel wasn't too keen on the idea of romance for himself. He loved writing love songs, but most of the songs in that nature are about the romances around him like that of his own parents, Mamá Coco and Papá Julio after he found out about how the two of them met, Tío Berto and Tía Carmen, Abuelita and Papá Franco, that one song he wrote for Abel so that the latter could serenade his beau, a joke song for Rosa and Marco (De La Cruz's actual great-great-grandson who had been considered an honorary Rivera for the longest time), and the countless songs he wrote in honor of Mamá Imelda and Papá Héctor.

That is, until a girl a year above him caught his eye: Shaila Medina Álvarez. She was, to him, aloof in a graceful way, much like Tía Victoria but without her sarcasm. Miguel became smitten around her since the moment he heard her sing. She had a voice similar to Laufey's but not as "blue", if that makes sense. This puppy love didn't go anywhere for the longest time, until they reunited when both of them had become adults and they both realized that they were better off as friends. Shaila has since become one of Miguel's biggest supporters in his musical endeavors. Each of them ended up finding other people that they truly fell in love with, but they still keep in touch every now and again.

♦ Quirks/Hobby Headcanons ♦

Ever since the fated Día de Muertos of 2017 and all of the dirt-digging on De La Cruz, Miguel has become super duper into researching topics like cold cases, less-known historical events, et cetera. It got to the point that sometimes he'd say that if he weren't a musician, he would love to become a historian.

He's also become even more artsy after that night. He's always been pretty decent at drawing (nothing like Papá, Tía Gloria and Papá Franco yet, though), but he also picked up alebrije-making. His first ever finished one was that of Dante. Designing his figure was extremely easy... for reasons coming up next!

His main quirk, however? Being able to visit the Land Of The Dead and communicate with spirits. After Día de Muertos in 2018, things didn't go back to normal. He starts to develop odd symptoms like having a glowing petal-shaped tattoo where the flower petal touched him (inspired by "Out Of Time", a brilliant Coco X Atlantis: The Lost Empire time-travel fanfic by Panic_CelestialInk on AO3), seeing spirits and the likes in his own realm (inspired by another fanfic I read long ago titled "Afterlifes" by Storm137), and, of course, visiting Papá Héctor and the rest of the family whenever he wants.

It comes with a price, though. When he first gained this ability, he and the rest of the Riveras found out that he was to work under La Muerte from that day on. His curse made him a creature of both the Dead and the Living, and now his task is to help lost souls cross over as well as to assist in exorcisms under the patronage of Santa Cecilia, the patron saint of music and the namesake of Miguel's hometown.

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Let's get to Mamá Luisa!

☯ Likes and Dislikes ☯

This is true canon fact, but she loves telenovelas. She never misses an episode, and would sometimes fantasize herself living as an actress. She would sometimes tell Enrique the plot of her newest telenovela obsession, and even though Enrique does not understand what she is saying he loves to listen to his wife anyway. And that is also why she loves her husband, Enrique.

She loves music too, and once dreamed of becoming a singer. Unfortunately, she cannot keep a note even if her life depends on it, but she does have a good sense of rhythm and she can dance well. This is also canon fact from one of the picture books, but I'm adding this here too. She loves Selena, Gloria Estefan, Shakira, Paulina Rubio, and Alejandra Guzman. Basically she loves the pop girlies. One of her fondest memories after the music ban was lifted (and also before, but without music) was teaching Enrique how to dance.

She also enjoys talking to Tía Carmen and Papá Franco. Before the music ban was lifted, they were the ones with whom Luisa could easily talk about everything to (besides Enrique, of course), especially regarding how much she missed music and how seeing her son's yearning for the forbidden art hurt her heart. You can imagine her relief when the music ban was finally lifted.

Luisa dislikes stubbornness, which she has learned to somewhat tolerate after living with the Riveras. She quickly learned that stubbornness runs in the family, and while she is capable of tolerating it she would still call them out if things go too far.

She also dislikes harsh punishment on children. While being somewhat strict herself, Luisa rarely raises her voice--being raised in a gentle home herself--and almost never uses La Chancla unless provoked, much like Tía Carmen. The kids love her and Tía Carmen for this.

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Now for Abel! I think he is VERY underrated, and deserves more love and appreciation.

☮ Friendship Headcanons ☮

Out of the youngest generation, only second to Miguel, Abel is easily the most sociable of the bunch. He has a lot of friends with whom he loves to play fútbol with, drink with, and later on sing with. His friend loves him for his kind heart and silly demeanor, but it is also fun to have a little banter with him every now and then. Abel loves his friends almost as much as he does his siblings and cousins, but there are two who know him best: Manolo Guiterrez and Ynez Ramos Castillo, Doña Castillo's granddchildren.

Manolo is two years older than Abel and is also his best friend from middle school. Besides with Mamá, Abel often talks to him whenever he is down. Ynez was Abel's classmate, also from middle school, and they were pretty close too. His friendship with Ynez later on develops into a romance after Abel successfully wooed Ynez with a song, with the help of a disgruntled Miguel.

And these are what Shaila, Manolo, and Ynez look like!

[appatary8523]

Diamondchance, Ernector, Imector, Sarnesto and Tres Leches!

DIAMONDCHANCE 💎🎲 (Montague x Nolan Chance (Fortnite)) OTP| love it | like it | meh | neutral | dislike it | hate it | cant stand it

I LOVE THEM SO MUCHCHCHCHHC THEYRE MEANT FOR EACH OTHER. I know It's a rare pair but its my favvvv! of course Nolan Loves Monty and Monty Loves Nolan and they kiss and hug and love each other so much I'm so happy when I think about them msamsmsajh I mean they both are thieves, they both like luxury, is right there guys!! DiamondChance is real, baby!!

IMECTOR (Héctor x Imelda (Coco)) OTP| love it | like it | meh | neutral | dislike it | hate it | cant stand it

Yes i know they're canon and they have one kid and everything, and I like them but they're definitely not my fav(?)

SARNESTO (Ernesto de la Cruz (Coco) x Sartana De los muertos (El Tigre) OTP| love it | like it | meh | neutral | dislike it | hate it | cant stand it

I don't know much about them but sign me the fck up as long as Ernesto is happy (?) evil guitars singing for love(?)

TRES LECHES (Manolo x Maria x Joaquin (The Book of life) OTP| love it | like it | meh | neutral | dislike it | hate it | cant stand it

I have to be honest, i didn't know which one this was (?) I don't really ship them, but i dont hate it either!

(Shipping ask meme)

[fuzzychildchopshop]

when the night is young

Did I mention I love them

[ao3-diablofic]

by RyantheLionKing

A fanmake combination of Disney's The Black Cauldron and the 1982 classic, Conan the Barbarian with a huge Disney/Tolkien like twist.

Orphaned as a baby, a young man named Cavin finds himself embroiled in an adventure involving a cursed chest that can raise an army of the undead, all the while discovering his potential as a hero, making new friends and proving himself worthy as a man against the evil Demon King, Ganondorf, and his feared Dragon Bryagh.

Cavin x Princess Calla and so many other couples.

Words: 4739, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom, The Flight of Dragons (1982), Gummi Bears (TV), Nimona (2023), The Owl House (Cartoon), The Hobbit (1977), Frozen (Disney Movies), Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Earthsea - Ursula K. Le Guin, Dragon Age (Video Games), Mulan (Disney Animated Movies), Dragon's Dogma, Champions of Norrath (Video Game), Diablo (Video Games), Warhammer Fantasy, Coco (2017), My Little Pony Generation 4: Friendship Is Magic (Cartoon 2010), Aladdin (Disney Animated Movies), Winx Club, Helluva Boss (Web Series), Moana (2016)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Cavin (Gummi Bears), Princess Calla (Gummi Bears), Vee (The Owl House), Héctor Rivera (Coco 2017), Luz Noceda, Genie (Disney), Merrill (Dragon Age), Sigrun (Dragon Age), Spike (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic), Iago (Disney: Aladdin), Ballister Blackheart | Ballister Boldheart, Ganondorf (Legend of Zelda), Shan Yu (Disney), Ghorbash the Iron Hand, Ged (Earthsea), Anna (Disney), Kristoff (Disney), Tenar (Earthsea)

Relationships: Princess Calla/Cavin (Gummi Bears), Ballister Blackheart | Ballister Boldheart/Ambrosius Goldenloin, Amity Blight/Luz Noceda, Héctor Rivera/Imelda Rivera (Coco 2017), Ged/Tenar (Earthsea), Anna/Kristoff (Disney)

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53464669

[floridianfireflyfaith]

"The papá - he was a musician. He and his family would sing and dance and count their blessings. But he also had a dream: to play for the world. And one day, he left with his guitar...and never returned.

And the mamá? She didn't have time to cry over that walkaway musician. After banishing all music from her life, she found a way to provide for her daughter. She rolled up her sleeves and she learned to make shoes."

[raniira]

Reblogging so I don’t lose the link for this, God this story is so cute. I think I think “omg cute” at least 5 times in every part. Thank you for feeding my newfound Héctor x Imelda obsession, I needed smth like this fr lol

The Way You Keep Me Guessing: Coco Teacher!AU Masterpost

With our recent trips into other areas of Teacher!AU outside of our main storyline, Wit and I realized that it may be a little hard to keep track of all the parts. SO HERE’S A SUPER COOL MASTERPOST THAT WE’LL KEEP UPDATING WITH EACH NEW CHAPTER.

This post will have the MAIN STORYLINE (where Hector is taking care of Miguel after Enrique and Luisa are killed in a car accident) as well as our MISCELLANEOUS SIDE STORIES. 

MAIN STORYLINE

Arc I

Chapter 1: Unexpected Responsibility

Chapter 2: La Directora

Chapter 3: Skipping Class

Chapter 4: An Unannounced Visit

Chapter 5: The Roommate

Chapter 6: Dia de Muertos (Part 1) (Part 2)

Chapter 7: A Birthday Livestream

Chapter 8: Fine

Chapter 9: Off-Track

Chapter 10: Going Home

Arc II

Chapter 1: Together

Chapter 2: A Talk

Chapter 3: The Visit

Chapter 4: Time

Chapter 5: Shot

Chapter 6: Dropping In

Chapter 7: Penultimate

Chapter 8: Crossroad

SIDE STORIES

Dating Flashback: [First Date] [A Professional Chat] [An Intervention] [The End]

Two Cokes

Best Friends

[sheepwithspecs]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

These are not in any definitive order; they're just my top five favorites. I love them all for different reasons! I also made sure that the final list included only finished fics, instead of WIPs.

Each title is a hyperlink to my Ao3. Please go and read them if any pique your curiosity!

Hatred: PL vs. AA | Barnham x Darklaw | T rating

This is one of those fics that I wrote in a fugue state. I revisited a few years ago and it's still one of my favorites. It's part character study, part realization, full angst with a happy ending.

2. Surrender: Final Fantasy XIV | Carvallain x Rhoswen | E rating

One of my more recent works, surprisingly short despite the word count being almost 50k. This was my first time writing a dynamic as... unique as what these two share, but the extensive research that went into this fic definitely cemented Limsa Lominsa as my favorite city-state.

3. Limerence: Disney Pixar's Coco | Imelda x Héctor | M rating

My submission for a 2019 server contest. Despite the rating, the main body of the fic is not that risque. Rather, it's more of an ode to first crushes and (seemingly) unrequited love.

4. She is Lovely: Pride & Prejudice | Lizzie x Darcy | E rating

My submission for the 2020 P&P zine A Truth Universally Acknowledged. I'd always wanted to write a character study of Mr. Darcy coming to term with his feelings for Elizabeth and this was the perfect chance to make that a reality! I'm very proud of the final submission.

5. "Only One Bed": Final Fantasy XIV | Carvallain x Rhoswen | T rating Tumblr Link!!!

An untitled oneshot I wrote for "March of the Tropes" 2023. What started out as a lighthearted drabble about mistaken identities became an emotionally charged piece about loyalty and trust in the unlikeliest of places. Maybe one day I'll expand on the idea and turn it into a proper multi-chapter fic, but it would be very self-indulgent.

[thepixarau]

Imelda: we didn’t even have a proper wedding. We just went down to the courthouse on a Tuesday.

Héctor, playfully: the judge sentenced me to life with no chance of parole.

Imelda: ..you begged me to marry you.

Héctor: it’s true. I did.

[animationsedts]

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[novelist-becca]

"Imeeelldaa!!! Hi. Hey, hey when did you get four heads? I wanna kiss 'em."

- Drunk Héctor

[pocolocos]

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