Peter Pan Antoni? I can see an off shoot where he comes and finds 15 year old Mirabel and brings her to be the lost kids mother
Hello hello! Sorry this took so long to write, I've been busy with finals and I'm just now finishing this on my lunch period 😩
But here we go! This the snippet I got ;) In this AU, Antonio was never at Casita, and Bruno went to Neverland when he was much younger, around Mirabel's age. Let's get into it!
Written by: Me!
Warnings: Mentions of Abandonment
Type: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff
Words: 1,490
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Neverlands New Mom
Mirabel sat in her room…no. Nursery. She sat in the nursery. She had been there for the past decade. Looking to her side, the clock read 12:05 a.m. That was it. It had officially been one week since any of her family interacted with her. Her mom, dad, and sister Luisa had been busy all week. Abuela and Isabela deemed everything she did wrong, so she avoided them regardless. Pepa and Felix had their own kids to worry about, and Dolores and Camilo had chores.
She just wanted someone to talk to. Someone to be her familia, anybody, she didn’t care.
“Maybe I’ll just go to sleep,” she said, shaking her head as she stood. She turned and climbed into bed, gently placing her glasses onto the table. “Buenos noches Casita,” she whispered before closing her eyes. The house clicked its tiles.
After about 2 hours of not being able to sleep, she heard the nursery window open and something hit the floor. Mirabel kept her eyes shut and did not move. She stayed dead still. The little pitter patter of feet ran across the floor, before finally stopping.
Right in front of her bed.
She held her breath and didn’t move. “Why isn't Casita doing anything?!” she thought. She heard the person move again, taking something off the bedside table.
“Psst,” the voice said. It sounded child-like—no older than 5 or 6 maybe. “Pssst…wake up!” it whispered again.
Mirabel was hesitant. This random voice appeared out of nowhere and now was calling her. On one hand, she’s scared out of her mind. On the other hand…it's a child and Casita hadn’t reacted so…
Mirabel opened her eyes and quinted as she looked at the blurred blob next to her. The blob moved and she clenched her eyes shut. When no pain came, she opened her eyes to see…a boy. Getting a better look at him, she realized that he couldn’t have been older than 4, maybe 5. His hair was curly and untamed, and his clothes were tattered, and there were a couple holes here and there. His wide, curious eyes watched her sit up, and look at him. For a moment, they just sat and looked at each other, before the boy finally spoke up.
“Hola,” he whispered, looking at Mirabel with a smile.
“H…Hola,” Mirabel said quietly. “Who…are you?” she asked. The boy smiled wider and put his hands on his hips.
“My name is Antonio! But you can call me Tonio,” he proudly declared. “What’s your name?”
“Mirabel…Mirabel Madrigal,” she moved forward a bit. “Why are you here? How did you get in? This is the second level!”
Antonio giggled, shaking his head. “I got in through the window! Your house is very nice,” Casita clicked its floorboards happily, to which Antonio smiled. “And I’m here to take you with me.”
“Take me where?” Mirabel pressed. The boy didn’t even look worried or scared. He looked quite happy, actually.
“To Neverland of course!” He made jazz hands.
“N-Neverland? What is that?” Mirabel asked, a bit scared. Why did this random little boy want to take her away? What was Neverland?
“It’s the world's best place to be! My friends and I are all like you—We’re lost kids! And Lost Kids always end up in Neverland, thanks to me,” Antonio spun around in circles, giggling some more. “We never grow up! And you get to come with me, where you'll be happy forever!”
Mirabel blinked a couple times before shaking her head, moving to sit on the edge of her bed. “Lost Kid? B-but I’m not lost, I have a family, a home!”
Antonio frowned. He knew she didn’t understand. Moving to sit next to her on her bed, he held her hand. “I know it’s sad. It’s always sad at first. When your family doesn’t love you and they leave you all alone,” Mirabel looked into Antonio’s eyes. They looked understanding. “But…that’s how it is. We Lost Kids have to stick together. We’ve been lonely and we don’t have a mom in Neverland. And seeing you—Well you could be our mom! You won’t grow up, but you don’t have to grow up to have a mom! And you’ll never be lonely again!”
Mirabel looked back into her lap, still holding Antonio’s hand. Neverland…it didn't sound bad. After all, she wouldn’t be lonely…and it sounded like the kids weren’t supervised, she couldn’t leave them like that! And from what it sounded like, she didn’t have to worry about not having a Gift—
But wouldn’t her family miss her? Wouldn’t they worry? She thought hard and long. And came to one final conclusion—no. They wouldn’t. It had been a whole week, and not once had she been acknowledged. So she could leave and—
“Mirabel?” Antonio called, snapping Mirabel out of her thoughts. SHe looked down at him, and he was standing in front of her, holding her hand. “We have to go now,” he said gently. He was only 5. But even he could understand the situation at hand.
“Leave? Right now? Don’t I have to pack my things or—” Casita flipped the tiles and Mirabel’s everyday bag appeared next to her. She opened it and peeked inside. In it were 2 dresses, some needles and threads, and her spare glasses. “Casita?” She looked at the house. She knew that Casita understood and it made her think—had the house done this before?
“Antonio, I have one more question before we go,” Mirabel asked, walking over to him.
“Anything!” he beamed.
“Have you…have you done this before? Have you been to Casita before?” Mirabel said, swinging her bag over her head. Antonio thought hard for a moment, eyes closing in concentration. A moment later he perked up.
“Yes! A long time ago, I came here and picked a kid—his name is Bruno. I think he's your age,” Antonio smiled. “Why?”
Mirabel nodded. Casita had done this before. Mirabel had seen the family tree—in between her mama and tia was a young boy, who’s name was Bruno. They didn’t talk about Bruno. Abuela had said he’d run away before any of the grandkids were born, and never came back. But now it was making sense. He didn’t run away—he had willingly left with Antonio to Neverland, and was living there because he was left alone by himself. And now it was Mirabel’s turn—but she didn’t feel bad. Now, she might have a chance to be happy; and maybe meet Tio Bruno!
"Are you ready?" He asked, holding out his hand again. Mirabel took it and nodded.
"I'm ready." She then watched him climb onto the windowsill. "Wait…how are we going to get there?"
Antonio laughed. "We're going to fly of course!" He jumped out the window, to which Mirabel threw her head out the window. She looked around frantically, wondering why he just did that. "Up here!" He called. Mirabel looked up and saw that he was flying! He was really flying!
"H-How are you doing that?" Mirabel whispered loudly.
Antonio flew close and took her hands. "You just gotta believe," he guided her onto the windowsill where she shakily squated.
"Tonio, I-I don't think this is very safe," she whimpered. Antonio shook his head, continuing to hold her hand.
"Come on; just close your eyes and think hard about flying. I promise, you won't fall," Antonio gently stated. Mirabel looked into his eyes and saw no lie. She would have to trust him.
Closing her eyes, she kept thinking about flying. She loved the idea of flying, ever since she was little—that's one of the reasons she loved butterflies so much. She kept thinking and thinking about it. While she was doing that, Antonio slowly pulled her away from the window. She didn't fall though; her body levitated mid air, and she stayed there.
"You can open them now," Antonio said. Mirabel opened one eye and looked down. She was flying! She was really doing it! "See? It's easy!" Antonio said again.
"I-I'm doing it!" She laughed. It didn't take her long to get the hang of it, as it was surprisingly easy. She and Antonio spun around in circles, Mirabel smiling the first genuine smile she had shown in a while.
"Now that we've got that, we must go," Antonio grabbed her hand again, getting ready to go. "Second star to the right and straight 'till morning!"
Mirabel looked back at the house one last time, and waved sadly. "Adios Casita," she patted the house beam, to which it sadly waved its window shutters. "Maybe I'll see you again one day."
With that, both Mirabel and Antonio left, soaring high above the clouds and towards the stars. Mirabel would miss her family and Casita, but she knew this was for the best. These kids felt alone and needed a mother, and if she needed to be that mother, so be it.
And now, she was off.
To Neverland.
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