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[mistydemorrow]

Fate Be Changed - Chapter 1 - MistyDawnTomorrow - Sofia the First (Cartoon) [Archive of Our Own]

Sofia Balthazar was four years old when she lost her parents to Shuriki's wrath during a business trip that could not have gone more wrong.

Her life is saved by a selfless woman with a ten year old son. Frightened, lost, and traumatized, Sofia comes to rely on the two for safety and care.

Over the years she is considered a part of the family, with her big brother teaching her about magic, and her mami teaching her about music and dance.

She loves her adoptive family, and she is given a precious gift that once belonged to Princess Elena herself that her abuelo had kept hidden with the family.

As she learns more and more about Avalor's history and what Shuriki has done to it's people, she vows she will help put an end to the sorceress's malevolent rule. And with her big brother and mysterious amulet's powers to guide her, she will succeed, and bring freedom and joy to Avalor's shores once again.

[blueflyingturtleontheway]

I found some old posts wondering about why in the entirety of EoA only Elena and Isa have double surnames and I just wanted to share my headcanon that it might've been something that was eradicated during Shuriki's rule

[cartoonfangirl1218]

A Very Mateo Navidad

Note: Don’t let the title fool you, I’m bringing the angst baby.

“C’mon, get moving!” A guard yelled impatiently from outside the house. 

7 year old Mateo’s small hands shook as his mother and he tried to act like it was a normal meal. As of they didn’t have any ornaments, presents and a tree stuffed in the closet behind junk chairs and other assorted items. 

The old holidays were forbidden. His mother had told him the queen that currently sat on the throne had taken it wrongly by force. She was evil and she knew she wasn’t beloved. That’s why she banned all things that could threaten her rule. Magic, wizards like his abuelo. Holidays like Navidad that people loved for the joy it brought yet only gave the queen a headache. 

His mother and a few other rebellious villagers continued to celebrate these traditions, teaching old ways, songs and dances. Most years they were able to secretly celebrate. Sometimes travelling to far villages where guards were scarce.

But this year, something was different. Marlena sent a message that guards were checking houses this year. His mom had hidden all the items once she had heard and told him to go on with his day, act normal. Now it was dinner and they had heard the harsh growl of Shuriki’s loyal elite guards. Screams, and the crunch of glass breaking underfoot from their neighbors. 

Mateo felt tears creeping up and the images in front of him started to get blurry as fears started to grip his mind. Of guards taking his mother away, of being thrown to the guard like his father all those years ago. Whom he never saw again. 

He swiped at his eyes quickly. Mami said to act normal and hope that the guards would be careless in searching or ignore them completely. 

But it was hard, and he was scared. 

Their kitchen was cheerful in the light. The colorful tiles that were worn with age and care, the delicious smell of empanadas permeated the air. But the coziness was tainted by the caphocanic noise. The screaming of a woman, the shouts and yells of the guard. 

“Worthless piece of trash. Let’s see if this has anything.” A guard snarled, pushing open their door with a bang. 

The face, white with anger, was contorted in meanness. Like a gargoyle from one of his picture books when his teachers taught him about the architecture of other kingdoms in comparison to Avalor’s. 

Another guard came in a bit more cautiously but he was clearly as rough as his partner when he strode straight to the closet and tried to force open the lock. 

Mateo huddled himself, wishing there was some way to blend in with the chair, hoping that this would all be over soon. Sometimes he wished his mother wasn’t so brave. Not when they could get caught. He just wanted to hide under the bed. 

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” The guard cursed once he got the door open and a chair almost fell on top of him. He slammed the door back just in time and internally Mateo breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Don’t curse in front of my son!” Rafa yelled as the other guard barged through the rst of the house. 

The one with the gargoyle face spat in her direction, prompting Mateo to bury his face in his mother’s arms. In the soft cotton, the sounds were muffled and he could pretend this was all faraway. Rafa lovingly rubbed small circles in his back but ater awhile, she released him and wiped his eyes. He hadn’t realized he was crying. 

The house was eerily quiet after the guard’s absence. 

“I’m sorry, Mami.” Mateo mumbled, tears still silently streaking down his face. He hated disappointing his mom, he tried so hard to be brave but. . 

“It’s okat, mi amor. You did your best. I’m sorry you had to see those-those pu-” she caught herself, “Those bad men. I’m sorry Navidad was like this.” 

Mateo went to his room. The painting of home with his momm and him in front of it was ripped. Drawers were open and clothes and wooden toys were strewn across the floor. 

They. . they had tossed his stuff like trash. Their voices, their meanness as they went through their house like it was a gutter and treated them like nuisances echoed in his head. They were the real monsters. They had ruined Navidad, they took it all away. 

Just like they took Papi. 

A long time ago he learned to cry silently because he didn’t want to worry his mom. He saw her worried eyes, always looking at him as if he might hurt himself. 

He hid under his blanket, just sobbing and waiting for the weight in his chest to unsettle itself, until he could breath normally without feelings of nausea. Once, he felt his throat not constrict, he left. 

He tiptoed as quietly as he could to his mom’s room. He was always welcome but sometimes he went his mother didn’t know. 

He ducked into her closet and opened a small wooden box that was hidden under silk dresses that were too fancy for daily use. 

The box had a crystal, an opaque chain with a shiny gold star. This was his father’s box. He knew that because the necklace read Nicholas y Rafa. These must have been gifts they shared. There was a small book about pocket size, with indecipherable writing. It didn’t look Avaloran though. Maybe a different language, he hoped he would get to learn it in school. 

He looked at the necklace again and sighed. He missed his Papi and nights like these were when he missed him the most. He’d ask stories about past Navidads and his mom would tell her of her childhood or the first Navidad she spent with him. But she’d never mention Papi in her stories. 

One time he had asked. It was a few months after Papi had been arrested and Mami was acting like everything was normal even though she never talked about him. It was as if he never existed. Mami said she still loved his dad. So much that it hurt. So please. . . 

Mateo never asked again. He saw the look in her eyes. A sort of sad emptiness. He didn’t want to see it again. His mom was always strong, but seeing her sad and hopeless scared him more than those soldiers. 

But still, he sometimes wished he could ask Mami about Papi. If only to know more about him. He had so few memories. 

The only one he had was on that night three years ago. 

It had been dark, and Mateo had been soundly asleep until he heard crashing and huffing when he realized his dad was crouched next to him with a hasty kiss to his head. There had been no moon that night so he didn’t see his dad’s face. It was all shadows like his hazy memories. 

Papi had left without a word and Mateo tried to follow. Mami came at that moment and told him to stay in his room. Her voice was different, she sounded scared and that made Mateo scared enough to stay in his room. 

But curiosity got hold of him when he heard new raised voices and his mother sobbing. He crept out of his room, his door unlocked in his Mami’s haste to reach her husband. 

Big, mena looking guard roughly picked up Papi from the floor after a man took his boot off his back. They were shoving him around like he was a criminal, hitting him against the wall and doorway. His dad hung his head like he was ashamed of himself and another guard held his mother back. She was yelling he wasn’t a rebel. They weren’t doing anything wrong. 

“That’s what they all say,” the guard muttered and without looking back, they all left. 

He never saw Papi again.

Mami didn’t know that he had seen. He didn’t tell her that he had disobeyed. But he had asked where Papi went and she said Papi wasn’t returning. No one could return from the Spirit World. 

She had that empty look in her eyes. . . 

Yet he wanted to know more. Why Papi and no one else’s dad in the village? Had he done something wrong? He wanted Papi to come back. Since Mami was so tough and brave, maybe she could get all the way to the Spirit World and bring Papi home? Most of all, he wanted to be like all the other kids that had two parents and knew if he looked more like one or the other. If he acted more like one or the other. 

Mateo didn’t feel like other kids. He wasn’t as good at sports, he preferred to read and learn more about magic that the abuelo he never met used to do. It sounded so cool and when Mami showed him abuelo’s tamborita, something inside him hummed. It felt right and when he told Mami about that feeling, she smiled worriedly and said he was special like his abuelo. But he was not allowed to do the magic. Maybe later. She’d tell him when. 

Maybe Papi had been a wizard too? 

“I love you Papi. I hope you’re having a good time in the Spirit World. I miss you.” 

He felt his finger scratch on something he hadn’t felt before on the necklace. 

He crawled out of the closet to stand by the window in the room. The moonlight cast some light on the item so he could read.

“Love is the magic within.” 

It faded quickly after. As if the moonlight was magic itself, revealing invisible letters. He held the necklace up to the light again and again to see if the message would return but it didn’t.

Maybe the message had been just for him? Maybe Papi was listening! 

He smiled, liking the idea of having a secret with Papi and put the necklace and box back where he ound it. 

His stomach growled and he went to the kitchen in hopes that Mami still had the stew they hadn’t touched out. 

But there was much more than that. Lights gleamed along the walls and curtains, a dozen candles lit the Christmas tree that Rafa had set up once more. The lack of ornaments on the tree created an unearthly image as he could barely see the pine from the lights. Under it were a few sparsely wrapped packages and a gingerbread house that caused Mateo’s stomach to grumble even louder. 

And there Mami was sitting under it all, “Matito! Feliz Navidad!” 

Mateo ran into his mother’s arms, his eyes alight with how quickly she set up the Navidad decorations again. That they still would be able to celebrate as before. 

“Thank you, Mami!” Mateo hugged her tighter and Rafa stroked his curls, “Anything for you, mi amor.” “I-I thought we weren’t going to do it at all. . . because of the guards?” Mateo questioned. 

Rafa nodded, “I was thinking if the same, but the guard left. Nothing happened and now we can go on as planned. Know why?” 

Mateo shook his head. “Because our familia was watching from the Spirit World. They help us when we need it. They always have our backs for even when they’re not here, they are. In spirit.” 

Mateo never forgot that. 

Years later, Mateo stepped back from under a sprig of mistletoe, his mind dazed with the sweetness and blissful feeling Elena had left him with after they kissed. Just like every time they kissed. 

Elena moved along with him, plastering her body against his and she nuzzled into the crook of his neck, never losing the warmth of her body. 

“Feliz Navida, mi amor,” She said with a loving look and a bit of a wicked glint in her eye, letting him know she had other presents in store for him. 

“Feliz Navidad,” Mateo answered, looking around the room at her family and their friends and his mom who was indiscreetly clapping for him before going to talk to Luisa. Probably about their upcoming nuptials that weren’t happening yet. It had only been a year of courting, but that was his mom, planning for the future. 

A happy future, Mateo knew. One where he felt like he could do anything with Elena by his side, and his family having his back. 

All of his family. 

“Feliz Navidad, Papi.” 

[a-lilacsong]

Here's a picture I made of one scene from my latest fanfic! Link to it: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36850582

She's making sure he doesn't get any nasty sunburns! 

[Image ID: A pencil crayon and ink drawing of Mateo and his mother Rafa from Elena of Avalor. Mateo is around 5 years old in the picture and he is squirming as his mother calmly puts sunscreen on his nose. End ID]

(Line art under the cut)

[lucy-shining-star]

Completely nonsensical crossover idea: Bruno being Mateo’s father

[magicwithineleteo]

fanart kinda for a lil fic thing i wrote a while back called light is coming :)

anyways here’s little mateo w the picture of elena :D

i honestly am way too damn lazy to draw the background so pretend it’s mateo’s bedroom thank you \(^u^)/

if you wanna read light is coming it’s on my ao3 @magicwithineleteo <3

[angelshizuka]

I loved your thoughts about Mateo’s father in your character ask. Care to go into more detail about your headcanon?

I haven't entirely thought out this headcanon yet, but part of it is to add some diversity to the parents in this show.

We already have a supportive dad with Daniel, a stubborn but eventually supportive dad with Roberto, a supportive but dead dad with Raul and an old fashioned but still supportive (grand)dad with Francisco. They're all supporitve one way or another, but sadly not all dads are like that.

Like how Ash is the bad mother in this show, I decided to make Mateo's father the bad father. Just some guy who walked out of raising Mateo, because that's sadly a reality for a lot of kids.

I like to think this is at least part of the reason why Rafa is so overprotective of Mateo. He's the one good thing that came out of that bad relationship.

[lieutenant-amuel]

Hi! Another wonderful family analysis! Would you mind doing one on Mateo? I know we only meet his mother and grandfather, and we don’t even know if Alacazar is Mateo’s paternal or maternal grandfather. So I’d understand if it’s more difficult. But if you’re up for it, I’d love to see it!

Hello!! Thank you so much for the ask! I'm really so sorry I made you wait for so long!!

Mateo really is a bit difficult since, as you mentioned, we didn't get to see both of his parents, and he doesn't really resemble Rafa. They have different eyes colour, eyes, eyebrows, and nose shape, and complexion.

Anyway, I always thought Mateo nonetheless takes from Rafa. They have a pretty similar face shape, hair colour, and the body structure since they both are pretty skinny and not really tall.

What comes to Alacazar, I don't think they're similar even for a bit? Anyway, it might be a hair type. I know Alacazar is bald ×) but his beard tends to be a bit curly, and Mateo's hair is clearly curly as well, so it might make sense.

I think Rafa is Alacazar's daughter. Some facts from the canon can confirm that, but what comes to genetics, I don't think they resemble each other. I can't see any similarities between them.

In conclusion, I want to say that I like to think Mateo takes most of traits from his father, even though we never got to see him.

Thank you so much for the ask again!!

[lucy-shining-star]

📂

Flores family got lowkey offended when they find out that Rafa didn't let Mateo eat chocolate. Like Avalor has the best chocolate what do you mean he can't eat it

So for some time after Mateo started living in the palace them and Naomi offered chocolate to him everyday often multiple times a day. He first liked it but grew tired of chocolate after a bit and didn't tell at first to not offend them but finally it was too much and he didn't eat chocolate for a bit again.

[ameliathefatcat]

I saw somewhere someone believing Felicia and Ricardo are Marlena parents. I like that idea

Here my hc. Felicia and Rafa were friends (both grew up particularly in the palace and got closer after Shuriki took over). Felicia settled down a bit got married and had a daughter Marlena. Rafa never really settled down, she had some lovers but no thing serious. Until she met Mateo Miguel, the love of her life. Teo and Rafa were together for about two years when Rafa found out she was pregnant (it was a shocker she was in her late 30’s) she was going to tell Teo when he was captured and sentenced to a work camp. Rafa later found out that he was going to propose to her the day he was captured.

Just months after Teo was killed Ricardo died suddenly. No one knows how he died he just took a nap and never woke up. Money was already tight and after Ricardo died, Felicia lost the house. Felicia and Marlena were now homeless. Rafa took them in, letting them stay in the two spare bedrooms. Rafa only condition was that Felicia helped with the baby.

When Mateo was born he was five weeks premature. Felicia helped Rafa through those tough first few months. Helping Rafa with her newborn son. Marlena saw Mateo as her little brother and tried to help her Tía Rafa as best as she could (Marlena is about 8-10 years older than Mateo).

Felicia and Marlena lived with the De Alva’s for about four years. After they moved out they were still close with the De Alvas. Marlena would babysit for Mateo often.

[magicwithineleteo]

Light is Coming

Mateo sat in his bed wide awake. Sleepless nights were normal for him. After witnessing his father’s execution, sleep wasn’t much of a thing anymore. He drowned in his thoughts night after night, wishing for some sort of peace. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a knock at his bedroom door.

“Mateo? Are you awake?”

It was his mother. Mateo scrambled into his covers, quickly trying to look like he was sleeping. The door quietly opened as Rafa peered into the room. She took one look at her son.

“Mijo, I know you’re awake.” she said with a hand on her hip. Mateo slowly opened his eyes and sat up.

“Having a hard time sleeping, mijo?” The 8 year old nodded. Rafa paused, placing her finger on her lip in thought.

“I have an idea. Wait here.” Rafa rushed out of his room, leaving Mateo wondering where she was going. She later arrived holding two pieces of paper, both pictures. Mateo scooted over, giving Rafa room to sit on his bed. She held up one of the two pictures. It had 7 people in it. A dazzling girl stood in the middle. Mateo looked over to the second picture, it was the same beautiful girl.

“This is a picture of the royal family who ruled before Shuriki. They were around when I was merely your age, Mateo.” Rafa lifted her finger and pointed to each member of the family.

“This is King Raul and Queen Lucia. They were the kindest rulers, very caring. These are the Queen’s parents, Luisa and Francisco. This is the King’s nephew, Esteban.”

“Esteban? Like, Chancellor Esteban?” Mateo asked.

“Yes, that’s Chancellor Esteban. This is the younger princess, Princess Isabel. What a genius she was.” Rafa’s finger moved to the beauty in the middle.

“And lastly this is Princess Elena, the true heir to the throne.” Something about this princess was special to Mateo.

“Mami, why are you showing me this?”

“Patience, mijo. You will know soon.” Mateo’s attention went back to the picture of Princess Elena.

“The royal family ruled happily, everyone loved them. Once, Avalor was a peaceful, colorful, and vibrant kingdom. We were able to sing, play music, and dance on the streets. Compared to the present, it’s unimaginable. Everything changed in every way.” Rafa looked down as she recalled the memories of her early childhood. Mateo listened to her in wonder, imagining what Avalor once was.

“One day, the evil sorceress, Shuriki invaded the palace. She murdered the king and queen. Your grandfather was there, and he knew a way to protect the Queen’s parents and Princess Isabel. It was a spell to lock them into a painting, but he needed time to cast the spell. Princess Elena bravely went to stand up to Shuriki giving your grandfather time. Shuriki attacked the princess.”

“What about the chancellor?” Mateo interrupted.

“The chancellor was nowhere to be seen. Anyways, the princess was attacked. Unknown to Shuriki, she survived.”

“What? How?” Mateo wondered how someone could survive an attack from a powerful evil sorceress. “On Princess Elena’s 15th birthday, she was gifted the Amulet of Avalor, a necklace that was charmed to protect the bearer. When Shuriki attacked the princess, the amulet pulled Princess Elena inside.”

“But, I thought the royal family passed on in an accident. That’s what everybody always says.”

“No, mijo. That did not happen. Your abuelo was there and he told me everything.”

“Why are you telling me this, Mami? How will this help me sleep?”

“The point, Mateo, is that there is hope. The Amulet of Avalor is still somewhere in the world, with the princess inside. Princess Elena will return one day and she will save us all. I have no doubt that she will. Better times are coming. Light will always defeat the dark. There is always hope, Mateo. Believe in hope. See the light. Princess Elena will return, and all will be well again.”

Mateo smiled at his mother. For the first time, he wasn’t feeling afraid. He was hopeful. Hopeful that Princess Elena will return and peace will be restored. Rafa smiled back and kissed her son’s forehead as she tucked him back into bed. Mateo managed to take the picture of the princess when his mother wasn’t looking.

“Are you okay, mijo?” Rafa asked as she covered Mateo with a few blankets.

“Yes, Mami. Thank you for telling me about Princess Elena. Will you tell me again tomorrow night?”

“Of course, Mateo. I will tell you 1000 times. Light is coming. I love you, Mateo.”

“I love you too, Mami.” Mateo smiled at her as he shut his eyes.

“Buenas noches.” Rafa whispered as she closed his bedroom door.

Mateo quietly went to his small desk and pulled out a red pen. He circled the princess and scribbled the word “hope” at the bottom. He quickly hopped into his bed as he hugged the picture on his chest, and fell asleep with the warmth of hope in his mind.

[zoeology31]

I saw your post about LBTGQ+ headcanons for EoA. If Rafa is trans how did she have Mateo? Was he adopted? or was Rafa able to get pregnant with magic?

Either 1) she's his biological parent but her partner was the one who actually had Mateo, or 2) magic. I'm not trans myself so I leave it up to reader interpretation.

[reverseavalor]

Hello there, Mateo! I couldn't help but notice your lovely fern green eyes! Green is an uncommon eye colour though, does one of your parents have green eyes?

“Eh, thank you! My abuelita had beautiful green eyes however. 😅”

[cartoonfangirl1218]

Music from those hands could Catch you like a spell He could make you love him 'Fore the tune was done You have your daddy's hands You are your daddy's sonOoh, ooh

Daddy never knew That you were on your way He had other ladies And other tunes to play When he up and left me I just up and run Only thing in my head You were your daddy's son

Couldn't hear no music Couldn't see no light Mama, she was frightened Crazy from the fright Tears without no comfort Screams without no sound Only darkness and pain The anger and pain The blood and the pain! I buried my hear in the ground! In the ground

Daddy played piano Bet he's playin' still Mama can't forget him Don't suppose I will God wants no excuses I have only one You had your daddy's hands Forgive me You were your daddy's son