Time passes much more quickly in Rohandor and many long and happy years have gone by since the characters retired to enjoy their respective 'happily ever afters,' their greatest foes were imprisoned in the Forever Stone, bound in an eternal sleep. Until Now.
Happily Ever Afters takes place in Rohandor, a mystical realm on another plane of existence from our own. Here our favorite Disney heroes and villains live in a world all their own; Alive, but far from well. Heroes and heroines fight to keep peace while newly freed villains seek their revenge. Come join us in an epic adventure as the characters you love clash in a struggle that will determine the fate of Rohandor!
HEA is an AU canon-only animated crossover Disney Play-By-Post Role Play with minimal word count.
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Peter Pan was ageless. For longer than even he knew, he had been exploring the world beyond the Second Star. Sometimes he found Lost Boys. Sometimes he found Adventure. … And sometimes, he found a Storyteller. Wendy Darling was not the first Storyteller he happened upon and she wouldn't be the last. When he found one, he often returned to their window again and again to listen. It was the eternal child in him that could not resist.
One night he came upon a castle. It was dark and empty and strange magic hung about it and made Pan's fingertips prickle. Still, one window had been alight and, curious, he had flown closer to see. Inside he had spied a young woman reading a book to a giant beast. At first, Pan had instantly reached for his small blade. A girl-- a princess?-- was in trouble! And what an adventure it would be to save real princess from a real monster!
But then the lady had passed the book to the beast, encouraging him to try to read for a little bit. Pan watched and listened as, with a low voice, the beast haltingly continued the story.
Perplexed, Pan had lingered at the window and eventually became more caught up in the story than the strange sight before him. After that, Peter often returned to the castle to listen to the pair read.
… except these days, he found them there less and less. The magic was different around the castle now. There were many more windows full of light now. What had happened?
Tonight, Peter Pan returned to that window, swift as a shadow, hoping to hear a story.
The moon had long since risen in the sky, the more sensible people living inside the castle having found their way to bed hours earlier. One still sat awake, the table beside her holding a tall candle that would likely burn for several more hours before she finally gave in to her exhaustion. Belle sat, her feet pulled up beside her on the small couch, a storybook propped open in her lap. The words told of her favourite sort of stories; daring adventures, strong characters taking on all sorts of challenges. A small, subliminal smile had found it's way onto the woman's lips as she read, a look of enjoyment that she often wore when delving into her books.
She missed having some company, if she were perfectly honest. Many changes had come from the curse breaking, and one that had more recently been impeding on her plans was that a prince had many more responsibilities than a beast locking himself away in a castle. While she was happy to see Adam so quickly taking over his role, a small part of her longed for the simplicity there had been before.
Simplicity? Belle marked the page in her book, a soft laugh escaping her as she rubbed at her eyes. She must have been tired, if she was going so far as to call their lives prior to now simple.
Lifting the book, she took a quick moment to gauge how much of her book was left, and she could barely stand to put it down with only a handful of pages left. She pried the book back open, glancing up at the window a moment to simply watch the stars-- a normally peaceful sight, but when accompanied by a shadow, Belle found herself setting her book down once again, blinking firmly a moment to try and clear the distortion from her eyes.
When the strange shadow seemed to have disappeared, she shook her head, lifting the book once more, picking up where she left off. "Let's see... we were... They flew over woods and lakes, over oceans and islands..."
Peter spied Belle by the fire and blew his bangs out of his eyes with a dejected sigh. She was alone. If she was alone she'd read quietly to herself and he wouldn't hear any of it. Where had the monster gone? The two of them had seemed like friends… why would he leave her alone?
He was about to fly off when he heard her voice softly through the cracked window. Hesitating, Pan looked back, his nose pressed against the glass. Belle began to read aloud and Peter perched on top of a stone angel outside the window, settling in to listen.
The story made him think of Tinkerbell, and suddenly Peter Pan felt terribly lonely. He leaned his cheek into his palm as his elbow rested on his knee and wondered again where she was. In fact, he was so distracted by these sad thoughts that he didn't see the dog wander into the library where Belle was reading. He didn't see the dog come sniffing closer to the window…
Dogs were always causing Peter Pan trouble. This one, while it may have once been a footrest, was now very much like any other dog. It caught Peter Pan's scent and began to growl lowly at the window.
"The cold wind whistled down below them, the wolves howled, the black crows flew screaming over the sparkling snow, but up above, the moon shone bright and clear--"
It was easier, when her eyelids became heavy, to read aloud in order to keep her focus on the words on the pages instead of the nagging voices in her head telling her to retire for the night. As interested as she was in this tale, her mind was starting to wander to the other stories in her pile, and to her more personal writings as of late.
As the words on the pages began to run together again, Belle was given a much needed distraction when Sultan, who had been sleeping belly-up by the fire only minutes earlier, was growling out the window. Shutting the book for what she assumed would be the final time that night, she set it aside and patted her hands against her knees, trying to call the dog back to her.
"Sultan... Come on now, what's all that about?" The library wasn't facing any of the gardens, so she doubted that the dog simply saw a squirrel scampering up a tree. Rising from her seat, she approached the window, crouching to give the mutt a scratch behind the ears before she opened the glass, "See? Nothing out here."
The cool night air rushed into the library, and for a moment, Belle simply leaned against the window frame, inhaling the scent of spring as it wafted it's way inside. It was doing wonders for her head, it seemed, and she let her eyes fall shut as she simply stayed there for a moment before accepting that Sultan wasn't contented. "What is it, I wonder...? Do you see something I don't?"
Peter snapped out of his thoughts just as Belle approached the window. He scrambled to hide himself, darting up onto the roof. Below, the window opened wide and he heard Belle's voice clearly. Leaning over the edge of the roof, he could see the top of her head, close enough that he could probably reach out and touch her if he cared to try.
The Princess (which is what he considered her, given the palace she lived in and her kindness and beauty… she was pretty much everything a princess was according to all the stories he knew) lingered at the window. Watching her, Peter wished he could say something. She was a grown-up, but she clearly wasn't completely lost. She was a Storyteller. She was different.
If he revealed himself, would she tell him stories? Would she leave the window open for him, so he could hear more clearly when he came? Would she tell him stories about himself, which was his very favorite kind of story to hear?
… Peter was impulsive at the best of times, reckless at the worst. He didn't really pause to consider the consequences.
Still crouched on the roof, Peter removed his hat, leaned down, and dropped it on her head. Then he quickly hid from her sight again, covering his mouth with his hand to stifle a laugh.
Sultan was sitting protectively at Belle's heel now, the sweet little thing, though she couldn't for the life of her figure out what had set him off so badly. Continuing to look out into the night, she was just about to give in and close the window when she was surprised by something dropping onto her head.
With a surprised little sound, Belle reached up and removed whatever it happened to be, and turning it over in her hands she found a somewhat crudely made hat with a bright, red feather sticking straight upright. It was small, about the size meant for a child, and Belle found herself peering up outside the window for any sight of a window it could have fallen from.
"Chip?" She called upward, squinting in the darkness to see if she could spot any sign of the child, or any other, playing out on one of the balconies, "Are you out of bed? At this hour? You know what your mother would say..." This meagre 'threat' was stated with a bit of a laugh, because Belle was in no position to be lecturing anyone on bed times.
Sitting on the windowsill, she hummed curiously, looking at the small hat again. "Well, I certainly hope whoever lost this will come back for it... but maybe I'll just have to keep it safe for them in the mean time." In her mind, Belle fully expected Chip to come rushing down from his room at any moment to retrieve his lost plaything, unaware of who it truly belonged to.
If Tinkerbell had been with Pan, she would have stopped him. She would have scolded him fiercely for trying to get the attention of an adult and she would have pulled at his clothes and his hair until he'd finally flown away with her. Without her as a tiny voice of reason, Peter Pan had no reason to question what he was about to do.
The Storyteller called up to someone named Chip. Pan cocked his head to the side curiously and leaned back, looking up at the higher windows and balconies. Who was Chip? Was that the name of the monster?
Creeping back to the edge of the roof, Pan peeked down at Belle. She was sitting on the windowsill and Peter didn't want to frighten her-- it was a long way down to the courtyard below, after all. Sitting back, Peter scratched the side of his head, considering his options.
An idea came to him and he perked up, darting away from Belle's window. He stopped outside a different window to the Library and carefully eased it open. His toe had barely touched the floor when the dog started barking again.
Peter froze, his eyes wide, and flew to the top of a bookshelf to escape the dog as it ran toward him.
She sat there comfortably a moment, enjoying the cool midnight air and running her fingers along the seams of the small hat in her hands. She'd never seen any of the children in the castle wear anything like it before, but it wasn't as if hats simply fell from the sky. Perhaps she had fallen asleep without realizing it, and this was all simply a dream and she would wake up on the couch with her book fallen on the floor.
But it seemed too real, the air a little too cool on the back of her neck to be a dream.
As Belle was debating whether she was awake or not, she was entirely unaware of the window silently opening. Sultan once more leapt up from his spot beside her, suddenly racing over to the window and barking like he'd seen a ghost. The dog ran from the window to the bookcase, sitting at the base and barking upwards, his eyes glued to his target.
Startled by the sudden noise, Belle started to call Sultan back to her when she noticed the curtains over the window-- which she was certain had been closed-- were waving slightly in the breeze. Looking to Sultan, she followed his gaze up to the top of the bookcase, trying to make out what he was barking at.
In the dim light of the library, Belle squinted to try and make out the shape, and it occurred to her at last that it was a boy.
"Well, hello there..." She couldn't help the soft laugh in her tone, bubbling through her words. She assumed it was simply one of the children of the castle, who had been hiding up on the bookcase to sneak up on her, or hide out to avoid his bedtime. "Now, how on Earth did you get all the way up there?"
Peter glared down at the dog before poking his tongue out at it. He was well out of its reach and, more importantly, so was his shadow.
"Well, hello there…"
The red-headed boy looked up, his large brown eyes meeting Belle's. Well… this wasn't really what he had planned but there was nothing to be done about it now. She'd seen him. Shifting his weight to sit on the shelf, he dangled his skinny legs over the edge.
"I flew, of course!" He grinned, leaning forward precariously as he looked down at her. She didn't seem too surprised to see him, but then again she looked sleepy. He considered floating down to speak to her more face-to-face, but he'd lost his shadow because of a dog before and he wasn't keen on having it happen again.
Now that he was inside though, he gave the library another look. No, just as he thought. No monster. Maybe he was hibernating? Just as well… Peter had all of Belle's attention and being at the center of attention was just where he belonged. He sat up proudly. "I'm Peter Pan. And that's my hat." He hesitated, thinking of Wendy. When you meet new people, you should ask their name too. "What's your name?"
"Oh, you flew..." Belle returned the smile with another small laugh; she wasn't certain if the children were playing some sort of game or if this little boy was just very imaginative, but she found no reason to discourage the colourful thinking. Though, in the back of her mind, she still wondered how he had actually gotten up so high, when the library ladders were no where near that shelf.
The boy gave his introduction, but try as she might, Belle couldn't remember any boys in the castle that had that name. Slowly, it occured to her that there was no way she could have never seen this child before, if he really did live there. Looking down to the hat in her hands, she made a pensive expression before looking up at his question.
"Peter Pan. I'm Belle, and... I think a good question would be what you're doing in my library... or at least, all the way up there." Still, despite her confusion, Belle couldn't help but think that the whole, strange happening was just a dream, inspired by the stories she'd been reading when she inevitably dozed off. How else would a child have appeared in her library so suddenly, with only a barking dog and an open window the reveal him?
The library was mostly lit by the fire in the fireplace, which cast long shivering shadows. It was difficult to get a good look at her from up on his perch-- and he certainly had never been able to see much of her when he listened outside the window. So, Peter Pan pushed himself away from the ledge and floated closer to her, careful to stay out of the dog's reach.
Up close he found that not only was her voice kind, but her eyes were as well.
"Belle?" He repeated, wrinkling his nose as he considered it. Then a thought struck him and he broke into a wide grin. "My best friend is named Tinkerbell. But I usually call her Tink." Tinkerbell probably would not have cared for Belle much. She didn't like Wendy at all. Perhaps she disliked most girls, even grown up ones.
Belle asked what he was doing there and Peter puffed up his chest as he "stood" in mid-air. "Oh I've come 'round loads of times to listen to the stories!" He paused, looking around at all the books with wide brown eyes. "… I've never come inside before though…" And that was the honest truth-- usually nothing inside would have interested him much… but his loneliness had made him reckless.
When Peter Pan seemed to simply float off the shelf, hovering impossibly off the ground, Belle barely kept herself from stumbling backward into the couch. Really, of all the things she'd seen, this shouldn't have come as so much of a surprise, and she was nearly certain, nearly certain this was a dream. But despite both these facts, she couldn't help let out a surprised little sound, "You can fly."
Without another word, Belle shut her eyes a moment, reaching one hand to the other and giving herself a tight little pinch on her hand. Peeking one eye open, she saw the boy still there. She was awake. And this boy was flying.
It was rude to stay silent all too much longer, so she simply rubbed the back of her pinched hand a moment, listening in on Peter's words once more. Her eyes darted beneath the boy as he stood, supported by nothing but air, and she quirked a brow curiously. "You come to listen to... the stories? You mean you've heard me reading out loud?"
How strange it was, knowing someone had been listening, unseen! But looking at his expression, Belle didn't feel frightened or even all that bothered to know that the boy had been there. After all, Belle read her stories out loud to share them with others-- why should she be concerned that Peter had been listening? "Are you... here all alone? Where are your parents?"
Peter blinked and looked down at himself. Of course he could fly. Didn't he just say that? She pinched herself and Peter laughed. Adults were weird.
Shifting his position to appear to be 'sitting' in mid air, his hands grasping his crossed ankles, Peter nodded vigorously. "Uh-huh. You and the monster." Peter gestured to the carpet by the fire. "Usually you sit there and read together. The one about the genie and the magic carpet was my favorite one… but I didn't get to hear the end." He'd missed it-- they must have finished it on a night he hadn't come by to listen.
Are you here all alone?
What a strange thing to ask. Who else would he be with? Well, except for Tinkerbell. Peter Pan hitched his narrow shoulders. "Yes. I came alone." This wasn't too strange for him-- the other Lost Boys never came with him across the sky to the other worlds. Where are your parents?
Peter blinked and then wrinkled his nose, seriously thinking about her question. Where were his parents? He scratched the back of his head idly and finally shook his head. "I don't think I have any anymore." He didn't seem distressed by this-- he said it as easily as if he were commenting on the weather.
Belle had certainly seen stranger things than little boys that could fly before, but it had come as quite the shock to see him slip off of the shelves like that. Now that he was 'sitting' before her, she felt a little bit more at ease, able to focus on what he was saying a little better.
Her and the monster. It wasn't hard to realize who he meant, and she smiled softly at the memories of reading in the evenings by the fireplace, sharing stories. And Peter Pan, this little boy, had been listening to her often enough that he had a favourite story.
When he admitted that he had come alone, and that he didn't seem to have any parents, she was a bit surprised. When she had lost her mother, it had been quite difficult, but this boy with no parents at all seemed perfectly fine. She wanted to offer him something; help, a place to stay, something to eat. But the words couldn't quite seem to come as the boy seemed perfectly fine. Happy, healthy even.
"That must be lonely, travelling alone." He didn't even have this Tinkerbell girl he had mentioned with him. Her lips pursed into a soft frown as she thought, glancing at the shelves behind them a moment. "I don't suppose, since you're here... that you'd want to hear the end of that story, would you?"
"Yeah. I 's'pose so." Pan rubbed the back of his neck absently, glancing away with a frown. Where was Tinkerbelle? He hadn't banished her and then forgot about it, had he? … But Belle was right, Pan was lonely. Tearing through worlds and being the best wasn't fun without others around to see it.
Silence settled between them. Even the dog had fallen quiet. The fire popped and snapped warmly.
"I don't suppose, since you're here... that you'd want to hear the end of that story, would you?"
Pan looked back at her, his loneliness instantly forgotten as he perked up with excitement. "You want to read… to me?"
Mothers and Fathers read to children. Princesses read to monsters. … but no one had ever read a story to Peter Pan. Not while knowing it, anyway. He'd listened in often enough, but to him this was completely different. A story was a gift-- like a thimble or a kiss. It had weight. It meant something.
It was also rare for him to hear a complete story from beginning to end. Usually he caught different parts and then made up the in-between-bits for himself. He was very interested to see how his ending (the one he made up to tell the Lost Boys) compared to the real thing.
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Tony Dracon: Responded to your PM, Kat/Ratigan, incidentally.
Jun 27, 2018 20:25:02 GMT -5
David Xanatos: Kat's back. Hope the vacation was fun.
Jul 21, 2018 21:00:05 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: 'Twas a good trip! I'm sad it's over, but at the same time I'm glad to be back home so I can finish up my cosplays for a con next month and hang out with my cats
Jul 26, 2018 12:34:56 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Hope the cosplay goes well. I'm putting away a little extra for a con in a few weeks. and yay cats, they're always good company. Except for that one who slaps me unprovoked XD. So what cosplays do you have in mind unless they're secret?
Jul 26, 2018 17:07:41 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: I'm cosplaying Pearl from Steven Universe and Joseph Joestar from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure!
Jul 26, 2018 23:16:41 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: I'm almost done both of them, I just have to finish styling Pearl's wig and fix up Joseph's gloves and wristbands
Jul 26, 2018 23:17:31 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Awesome. Had to look up Jojo because I'm not hip with the modern pop culture but I hope they turn out well.
Jul 30, 2018 15:33:15 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: I only just started watching the anime last year and I haven't even touched the manga, so I'm barely hip with it lol. fortunately I have my cosplay buddy guiding me through the whole experience
Jul 30, 2018 22:29:38 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: also I finally finished the gloves! They were more of a pain to work with than I expected, but they'll hold together... I hope...
Jul 30, 2018 22:30:13 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Niceness. Hoping they hold also. Got the Dublin comic con next Saturday here. Hoping to meet Karl Urban.
Aug 1, 2018 19:05:32 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: Cool! I think he's coming to my city in the fall, if I remember correctly. Hope you enjoy the con, Daryl!
Aug 2, 2018 19:10:23 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: I spoke too soon. Karl Urban had to cancel for schedule conflicts. They got Nick Frost though, I'm gonna ask him if he'll sign my Hot Fuzz.
Aug 3, 2018 18:08:47 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: Dang! Nick Frost is great though, I love his character in Into the Badlands
Aug 4, 2018 22:54:36 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Enjoy your weekend Kat, hope the costumes came out as you wanted.
Aug 10, 2018 16:49:31 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Met Nick Frost and Michael Dorn at the weekend. Both very nice blokes.
Aug 13, 2018 15:22:59 GMT -5
Dodger: Happy 2019 everyone
Jan 1, 2019 10:54:04 GMT -5
Yen Sid: If anyone is passing by I posted a Hiatus update. Hope everyone is doing well!
Apr 18, 2021 11:31:09 GMT -5
Yen Sid: I've temporarily disabled account creation while I update the site. Sorry for the inconvenience and thanks for your patience!
May 9, 2021 18:31:45 GMT -5
Owen Burnett/Puck: Checked the site again and saw the update! Here's hoping to a revitalized 2022.
Dec 15, 2021 14:41:27 GMT -5