ᴅɪꜱɴᴇʏ'ꜱ ᴄᴏᴄᴏ: ᴇʀɴᴇꜱᴛᴏ ᴅᴇ ʟᴀ ᴄʀᴜᴢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ [COMPLETED]

Chapter 1

Y/n watched as Miguel wrapped his little arms around the towering skeleton that belonged to the famous and beloved name: Ernesto de La Cruz. Numerous fireworks boomed in the night sky, showing it with colors of all shades.

A gentle gust of wind blew through the colossal room the three were in, blowing gently on Y/n's f/c blouse. As her younger cousin shared a long hug with their great grandfather, a thought came into her head that left her astonished.

It was how music had driven the two to actually meet the Ernesto de La Cruz, only to find out that they were in fact related. You see, the Rivera family had banned every form of music back in the Land of the Living, along with here as well. Y/n and Miguel had secretly grown a deep passion for music and hid it from their family. Ernesto de La Cruz was a massive influence in their love for music; his songs, his voice, his inspiration to all those who listened. But tragedy struck when their grandmother mercilessly destroyed the guitars that the two had taken months to create, along with the CDs filled with their favorite songs.

Hector was then heard sprinting towards the supposed "family reunion".  His facial expression was filled with worry and anguish. By then Ernesto held the orange petal in between his fingers, ready to give the two cousins their promised blessing. "Hector?" Y/n muttered to herself as he stopped a few feet away from them.

-Small Time Skip-

Hector had now tackled Ernesto to the marble floor, his screams of accusation piercing the air. "Security!" Ernesto cried out as he was being smuggled by his supposed friend from long before. The two bouncers were then seen dragging a screaming Hector away from the celebrity, both Y/n and Miguel now having second thoughts about their idol. Ernesto looked down at them, a serious expression upon his skeletal face. "You do not really believe that man, do you?" He asked with a deep, earnest voice that they had never heard before. It replaced his cheery tone from just minutes ago.

"Of course not...you're Ernesto de La Cruz." Miguel answered his question, though was unsure of what to believe now. "My reputation is very inportant..." Ernesto gazed at Miguel for what seemed like an eternity, the pedal in his fingers keeping absolutely still. "Papa Ernesto, our blessing?" Y/n broke the long silence between them, her eyes focused on the petal that was going to grant them the opportunity to finally go home. Ernesto shifted his pupils to the petal before scrunching it up in his skeletal hand, turning it into nothing but small shreds.

"Security, take him away." He commanded, turning his eyes to then look over at the frightened Y/n. Ernesto took two steps forward, his left hand snaking around her waist to pull her body close to his. "Let go of her!" Before Miguel could reach out to save his cousin, yet two more bouncers emerged from the hallway to then yank him from the arms. Y/n pressed her hands on the musician's big-boned chest, attempting to shove herself away from him. "No! Why are you doing this? We're family!" Miguel cried out while being dragged away by the guards. Ernesto kept a secure grip on Y/n's waist before responding,

"You must do whatever it takes to seize your moment."