#rafa de alva

[lostbutterflyutau]

Matters of Care (Part 1/9)

Fandom: Elena of Avalor

Ships: Gabe/Carla with background Elena/Mateo

Characters: Carla, Mateo, Rafa, Gabe, Elena, Naomi

Rating: T

Genre: Mostly gen/sickfic with bits of romance

Summary: When BOTH Carla and Mateo fall ill during the preparations for a diplomatic visit (and while the rest of the royal family is gone!), Elena calls in Mateo's mother to help. Unfortunately for Rafa, Carla isn't an easy patient. But with time, persistence and her motherly instincts, Rafa is sure she can get Carla to come around.

Notes: After a lot of thinking, I've decided to give posting this a go! Note that because this was a story started nearly three years ago, it does have a touch of Gabe/Carla romance. This does not mean I will go back to writing them. Or that I even like them together anymore. It just means I didn't feel like re-writing the whole story to cut these elements out. Also, BIG thank you to @dittomander for being the first audience member for this fic and the one who encouraged me to finish it after three years.

Link: AO3

*The fic is finished and I plan to update weekly. Unless I don't receive any feedback within the week.**

[locitapurplepink]

[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.

[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.” 

[nontacitare]

Frankly, nothing much. Rafa and Anarka would get along, and just exchange single parenting tips and recipes, discuss the frustrations of living in a city with an evil sorcerer, and Rafa would high-five Anarka for yeeting Bob Ross from her boat, and say she should try that with Esteban. They'd probably set up a summer exchange for their kids.

Alright your Discord avatar and tumblr avatar are locked in a closet for 7 minutes ala 7 Minutes In Heaven. What happens

[desatandonos]

12 fev 23 19:52

hoje atendi uma ligação pela primeira vez por vídeo de minha avó materna. as primeiras palavras dela foram "você está tão bonita, tão alva" e me atingiu em cheio o quanto que muitas vezes esse processo de embranquecimento passou como sutilezas, elogiando meu cabelo mais liso, ou minha pele mais clara do que a de alguns tios ou parentes. entendendo isso, não coloco culpa na minha mãe ou na minha avó, mulheres brancas, por toda minha insegurança, medos e pela minha falta de carinho pelos meus traços que são negros, o que talvez eu esteja tentando fazer é uma reparação histórica comigo mesma, tentando me dizer que apesar de não ter recebido elogios ou de ter tido figuras importantes que me lembrassem da beleza negra, eu preciso fazer isso por mim e pelas outras crianças que por mim passarem. crianças, jovens, adultos. quando a namorada do meu irmão falou hoje sobre emagrecer, quando meu sobrinho comentou sobre o corpo da minha outra cunhada, sobre estar gorda demais, isso também me atacou. eu não consegui falar sobre como aquilo me afeta diretamente, sobre como já me machucou ouvir essas falas. hoje não senti que fosse comigo, mas de certa forma senti que precisava colocar uma barreira novamente, um limite, mas não consegui. às vezes o que eu vou conseguir fazer é tentar passar um tanto quanto ilesa das situações desastrosas. não quer dizer que doa menos. na hora fiquei pensando numa parte de uma série em que uma mãe fala sobre o filho "se mateo pensar assim daqui a 20 anos terei falhado enquanto mãe" e eu pensei, caramba, não sou mãe, mas também não posso me colocar enquanto pessoa alheia a isso tudo. o que ainda me faz acolher tudo isso e de certa forma me dar um colo é que por serem questões caras demais para mim, ainda não consigo ser objetiva e clara o suficiente sem que eu mesma não me sinta machucada. por isso o silêncio. no entanto, eu sozinha não posso fazer todo esse esforço mental para poder explicar onde dói. a sensação que eu tenho ao estar perto dos meus pais ou irmãos, familiares no geral é que eu preciso gastar muita energia para simplesmente existir ali. talvez isso diga sim da minha dificuldade em comunicar, ou mesmo da minha pouca capacidade de interagir por muito tempo, ou talvez isso diga muito mais sobre as pessoas, sobre o ambiente, sobre as conversas, os temas, as ofensas que passam despercebidas sobre os corpos, sobre as formas de ser, sobre as escolhas de cada pessoa. rafa me perguntou sobre qual mudança mais me afetou durante o ano passado, eu não diria que é mudança, mas talvez uma dúvida eterna, na tentativa de me descobrir enquanto pessoa não branca. ter alguns traços negros, mas ainda assim ser lida enquanto pessoa branca. privilégios. 

14 02 23

e quantas coisas me afetaram então ao longo desse ano? a maior parte delas sim foram familiares, mas a principal se trata de minha própria identificação, a minha relação comigo, o quanto que eu percebi o quanto preciso gostar de mim, das minhas coisas, de quem eu sou. 

nesse último ano não estive presente para meus amigos, não fiz questão de ver eles, ou de socializar, mais ainda do que antes. 

talvez por medo de que eles vejam o quanto às vezes estou tão quebrada que não consigo ver beleza nas coisas. passar por um luto não é fácil, assumo. 

viver em uma família em que não se conversa sobre isso, pesadelo. 

não durmo bem já faz mais de um ano, intercalado entre uma vez ou outra em que estou tão cansada que não consigo me lembrar de colocar o despertador. 

eu acordo em sobressalto às vezes. falta de organização deles reflete em mim. 

ontem um dos meus professores de academia estava me perguntando se alguma pessoa não tinha chegado em mim ainda, porque eu tinha mudado bastante, fisicamente, e com relação a minha autoestima e eu respondi que não deixava as pessoas chegarem. 

e ele falou mas você é bonita, já era mas agora está bem mais ainda

quase que eu deixei escapar porque eu não me acho bonita. 

e lembrei do início desse texto, falando o quanto minha autoestima é frágil. 

mesmo quando me falam que sou bonita, eu custo a acreditar que seja realmente verdade. tem vezes que eu vejo garotas parecidas comigo, de corpo, de rosto, de traços, e consigo ver beleza, porque não consigo ver beleza em mim? 

que tipo de ódio foi plantado aqui que eu não consigo chegar e tirar a raiz? 

existe uma questão que sempre me assombra, e sei que só eu posso responder, sou negra, afinal? 

e aí vem as questões se sofri racismo, se já vivi isso, se meus traços já foram alvo de preconceito, se meu cabelo já foi um problema. 

meu peso tem sido o problema muitas vezes. meu cabelo ainda sinto que é, que é melhor aceito quando sem volume. 

ou sou mais bonita quanto menos melanina minha pele estiver mostrando. 

[magicwithineleteo]

Mateo for the character ask game!

thanks for the ask blue! u sent me this like 97 years ago but i'm doing it now :)

first impression:

okay, no one hate me but i didn't really care for him. I KNOW IT'S AWFUL. but i had such gabelena tunnel vision (nothing wrong w gabelena i love them to bits) that i just ignored mateo 😭

impression now:

the loml. my beloved. my precious. my favorite character to ever exist. i love him so so much. i don't know what i would do without mateo de alva in my life <3

favorite moment:

god it's been a while since i've watched eoa so it's all a bit blurry but i would definitely say his final showdown w fiero, him in spirit of a wizard attacking ash and zipoloteite after alacazar--:'( and when he defeated the 4 shades of awesome!

idea for a story:

so i have written this (it's unfinished and i don't plan on finishing) (and no i will not be posting it bc it's awful) but basically it's malvago!mateo where mateo's old friend returns and she's actually a powerful malvago (she freed the 4 shades of awesome which led to the collapse of maru, she also made shuriki's wand) and basically made him choose between her killing elena and taking over the kingdom like that, or her sparing elena but he has to come w her. and obvi mateo is in love w elena so he goes w her but she turns him into a malvago. so he's like possessed. and the only way elena can communicate w his true self is in their dreams. so every night, they meet in their dreams to figure out how to defeat this villain while being in love. at the end of the story they somehow defeat the villain and elena realizes that she loves him and yeah lmao

unpopular opinion:

i prefer the robe he has in s1 and s2 and beginning of s3, then the one he gets in spirit of a wizard. it just seems so comfy

favorite relationship:

romantically, eleteo. platonically, gabteo, naomateo, him w isabel and him w rafa <3

favorite headcanon:

i have so many for him but one i LOVE is one my good friend @laprincesaelena came up with and that is the fact that mateo has little jaquin slippers :')

that was really long lol! thank u for asking again ily blue

[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)

[glorytoukraine2022]

This is a very interesting conversation. It’s not really touched upon how, or if, the generations that grew up under Shuriki’s rule were effected by Elena retaking the throne. For the most part it is indicated that Shuriki ruled Avalor with an iron fist and that the the people suffered under her rule. The only reason that the economy grew was because of the efforts of Doña Paloma and Esteban.

However, for a more nuanced perspective, even though she is the rightful heir to the throne, Elena returning, overthrowing Shuriki and retaking the throne probably caused more upset than the show Indicated. For an example, let me discuss another Disney franchise where the rightful heir’s parents are killed and they retake the throne many years later: The Lion King.

We learn in The Lion King II: Simba Pride and in the Lion King spin off, The Lion Guard that a group of lionesses were exiled because they believed that Simba killed their rightful King, and that Kovu, Scar’s handpicked heir, was the rightful successor.

It would have been interesting to see similar unrest upon Elena’s return to the throne, but it’s possible that they thought it would be too complicated to put into a kid’s show. Also, depending on the age range, some of the previous generation did grow up in the time before Shuriki’s takeover and remember what it was like before, such as Esteban and Victor, who were only 17-18 when Shuriki came to power. Others, Rafa’s age and younger, probably have less, if any memories of the time before Shuriki came to power. The older parts of the generation, probably would remember the previous Royal family before Shuriki took over. The younger members, probably don’t. That could potentially influence how certain members of previous generation would react to Elena.

It feels like people really forget sometimes that Shuriki has been ruling for 41 years, there are two generations that have grown up under her and have no idea what life looked like before she came

[lucy-shining-star]

Completely nonsensical crossover idea: Bruno being Mateo’s father

[glorytoukraine2022]

Am I the only one who is desperately wishing for a pre Shuriki prequel series? I just want to see what everyone was like when they were younger and meet characters we never got to meet in the series.

[lostbutterflyutau]

Matters of Care (9/9)

Fandom: Elena of Avalor

Ships: Gabe/Carla with background Elena/Mateo

Characters: Carla, Mateo, Rafa, Gabe, Elena, Naomi

Rating: T

Genre: Mostly gen/sickfic with bits of romance

Summary: When BOTH Carla and Mateo fall ill during the preparations for a diplomatic visit (and while the rest of the royal family is gone!), Elena calls in Mateo's mother to help. Unfortunately for Rafa, Carla isn't an easy patient. But with time, persistence and her motherly instincts, Rafa is sure she can get Carla to come around.

Notes: Thank you to my beta and to @cartoonfangirl1218 for support throughout. Remember! Comments are my everything! I love knowing my readers' thoughts!

Also, sorry I forgot to post this here for... forever. I just got really busy.

Link: AO3

[ameliathefatcat]

This Rafictor headcanon based off of my family

So Rafa and Victor treat Isabel and James’ kids Santi, Lucia and Lorelei and Marisa and Cora’s daughter Emma like their own grandchildren. The kids call Rafa Abuela and Victor Abuelo. Victor loves having ‘ Bonus granddaughters’ since he’s girl dad. Rafa just enjoys having more grandchildren to spoil

[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.

[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

[zoeology31]

Do you have ‘non-traditional’ (I hope that’s the right phase) family Headcanons for EoA

Yeah I've got a few!

As previously discussed, Carla and Victor are not biologically related. Ash had Carla with some irrelevant guy during her years of searching for dark magic, then married Victor when Carla was a toddler as a way to dump her kid on someone else make sure someone was there to take care of Carla while she trained with Zopilote. This is why Ash is so quick to shove Victor to the side when she reunites with Carla; she still subconsciously thinks of him as Carla's glorified babysitter and herself as Carla's only "real" parent.

Rafa raised Mateo on her own; as far as she's concerned and as far as he can remember, she's his only parent. Mateo's other biological parent (of undecided gender due to the nebulous state of my intersecting trans!Rafa headcanon) left just after he was born. They were an illegal wizard whom Rafa met through the underground rebellion she helped coordinate, but they refused to prioritize Rafa and baby Mateo over full-time rebellion work. They're presumed dead.

Chloe has two moms, as an expansion of my headcanon here. Abigail was born into the Norberg royal family, while Martha was the daughter of the head of the Norberg shipwrights’ guild. They were childhood friends, and got married a few years before Abigail inherited the throne. Martha now serves as the Norberg ambassador to Satu.

The Avalor royal family is itself a nontraditional family; Esteban was raised by Francisco and Luisa after his parents died, but he, Elena, and Isabel treated each other like siblings. During the timeline of the show, Francisco and Luisa function as parents for the girls as well, and Elena is somewhat of a parent to Isabel, in part due to their age gap.

In my Polyamigos timeline for EoA in the future, Elena, Mateo, Gabe, and Naomi all get married and raise their six kids together: María, Sebastián, Eliana, Rebeca, Rocío, and Felipe. The kids have different combinations of biological parents, but are raised as one family, and each kid naturally gravitates towards certain parents in personality and interests. Rocío, for example, is biologically Elena and Mateo’s, but functionally the Gabteo kid, being an athletic artsy kid interested in magic.

In pretty much all my future timelines, Isabel never gets married or has any long-term partner. She focuses on her career, researching and traveling, and eventually adopts one or two kids. Mingo ends up thinking of her as like 30% his mom anyway, so she has kind of a jaquin extended family in a way none of the other humans do.