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We Are The Champions

Hello my Tumblr Lovelys,

Happy Wednesday! It is new story add day but also it was my getting my hair done day too! And oh my goodness! It has been nearly a year and I am blonde again and proper blonde, so much so my own mother didn’t recognise me outside Tesco this afternoon. Brilliant! Not too mention the three inches that were taken off it too. So that was a good morning for me.

And it is a good evening for you all, as there is more Robyn and Taron on the way.

Thanks so much for all the love and reads and comments. All are very much appreciated.

Suze xx

P.s As always, here is the disclaimer. I don’t know Taron or his family and this is all fiction and a story and please bear that in mind with Robyn’s treat for Mari and also that Robyn comes from a musical theatre and performing background, so it’s not too strange for her to do this. :)

“I feel like I’ve been split open and stuffed with sunshine.”

Taron left the kitchen with a red face and racing heart, picking up the discarded Olaf costume on his way to his car. With the body and head of the snowman in his car, he went back to get the two feet and threw them in the back seat. He started the car, did a quick U-turn and was back home in minutes and leaving the Olaf costume in the car, ran inside, stripping himself of the disgustingly wet brown top on the way, dropping it on the floor beside the couch. The white bottoms were soon to follow once he kicked his runners off and he didn’t even bother to put them in the laundry hamper.

The coldest setting of his shower wasn’t cold enough for him and he soaped his body up three times before he was satisfied all the heat had been washed away. Sitting on his bed in a towel, the window pushed wide open to try and let some air in, he held the jar of after sun in his hands. He knew he could do it himself and could definitely reach but dropped the jar onto his duvet and headed for his wardrobe. He searched through his drawers for a pair of shorts, pulling out a dark navy pair and at his shirts, found a white one with some green and blue tropical flowers. It was light and perfect for the weather. He also took a white tank top out. He wasn’t going to put it on but rather have it to use if the shirt was too much. Taking a quick visit to the kitchen he routed out some paracetamol and swallowed them down with a glass of water, drinking another two, filling a forth before his thirst was properly quenched.

Twenty minutes after he arrived home, he was back in the car, the Olaf costume left in his living room, the jar of after sun and tube of cooling gel on the passenger seat. He had also did a little route through Robyn’s belongings and took out a pair of blue shorts and a black tank top for her. Once Mari’s party was over, he knew it wouldn’t be as easy as leaving his mams to spend some time alone with her and figured she wouldn’t want to stay in the Elsa costume for the whole day. He knew she had brought a handbag with her but didn’t see any clothes in it and wanted her to be comfortable for the remainder of the evening with his family.

Parking outside his mam’s outside, he grabbed the stuff from the seat and as he closed the car door, smiled at how once again himself and Robyn had switched places, this weekend seemingly her turn to take care of him and she had done it so lovingly, helping him to make up with his sister. Entering the house, he could hear the music playing from the garden and was definitely relieved at the lack of Disney songs coming to his ears. Strolling through the house, he left the after sun and clothes on the table, going straight outside.

When Taron left, Tina helped Robyn to set up the table under the gazebo with all the face painting items, Robyn bringing out her phone to help with pictures for the girls of what they would like.

“Here Robyn use this instead. It has a bigger screen.” Tina handed over an iPad to her.

“Thank you Tina.”

“Need any help?”

“Nah I am good thanks. Why don’t you and Guy sit for a while. You both have been rushed off your feet.”

“Robyn you really don’t have to do this. The party is my responsibly and I know this is your day-to-day job and it is quite clear you are so very good at it, but still.”

“Thank you Tina but I still want to do this.” Robyn looked to her, Tina’s face in a half frown, half grin. “Ok well why don’t you sit with us then. You can help me.”

As Taron strolled back into the garden, Robyn was drawing flowers on one of the party guests. His mother was beside her washing the face paint brushes and chatting to Robyn. He pulled up a chair beside him mam, placing a kiss on her cheek.

“Seems you have everything under control.” He joked.

“Well, when I don’t have a mad snowman running around it is easy to keep things calm.” Tina chuckled. “You feel better?”

“Much.” He looked past his mother to Robyn who was concentrating very hard on making sure the flower she was painting was perfect, shading the sides of the petals in light purple. “That is quite a flower.”

Robyn smiled as she took a clean brush and dabbed it in some white face paint, adding some white strokes to the flower, giving it some more depth. “Thank you. All done.” Robyn held up the mirror Tina had got her to show the last of Mari’s party guests her face paint.

“It’s perfect. Thank you Robyn.”

“You are more than welcome.”

Taron was too busy looking through the pictures Robyn had up on the iPad to notice Mari walk over to him but he definitely felt the two arms slip around him, and he smiled at his sister.

“You’re back.” She said to him, grinning as he pulled her up onto his lap. “And you smell much better.”

Laughing Taron kissed her cheek. “Thank you Mari. How was your dancing?”

“It was good. I was waiting for you to come back before we played your song.” She moved a little closer to her brother. “Do you think Robyn would do one Elsa song for me?”

Taron gave her sister a hug. “No promises, but I will ask her for you. Let’s give it a couple of minutes though ok. She has only finished the face paint.”

“Sure. Thanks Taron.”

Hopping from his lap, Mari ran back into the garden and Taron moved to take the seat his mam had vacated as she went back into the house to help Guy set some more drinks for the party guests.

“How you feeling?” Robyn asked, turning to him, smiling at his clothes. He looked so much happier and fresher in his shirt and shorts and his face carried much less stress.

“Much better and cooler.”

“I am glad.”

“How are you still in that costume”? He asked her.

She smiled at him. “It’s getting a bit warm.”

“I brought you some clothes.”

“You what?”

“I wasn’t too sure if you brought any and we are probably going to be here for some time after the party and didn’t think you would want to be Elsa all day, so I grabbed you some shorts and a top.” He laughed as Robyn hugged him sideways. “I take that as a thank you.”

“A definite thank you. The dress is getting itchy.”

“And I brought the after sun with me too.”

Robyn had been closing the face paint pots and stopped, turning her whole body to look at him. “You couldn’t do it yourself?” She asked raising an eyebrow.

Shrugging Taron sat back in the wooden chair. “I like it when you do it.”

“Of course you do.” Robyn went back to tiding away the face paint when his hand took hers.

“Can I have some?”

“After sun? Sure. Let me clean this up first.”

“Oh no. Not that after sun. I know you are going to do that for me.” He ignored her look and kept speaking. “I mean face paint. Can I have some?”

“Face paint?”

“Sure. Everybody has some except me and you have some make up on.”

“I can’t wear face paint and if you want something sure. I can paint your face. Wanna be an avenger? Or spider man?”

“You can’t wear face paint?” Taron asked. “And no thanks I don’t want to be an avenger.”

“Well here, have a look at what you would like.” Robyn handed him the iPad. “I am allergic to some types. My skin just reacts so I don’t really use it.”

Taron nodded and handed the iPad back to her. “This.”

One the photo was a small bunch of decorative blue flowers.

“Really?”

“Sure. Matches my shirt.”

“You sure?” Taron gave her a firm nod. “Ok, well come and sit here then.” She patted the chair and Taron took a seat and pulled his chair closer to her so her knees were in-between his legs. “Ok so just sit still.”

With a nod Taron watched as she opened the blue and green face paint again and picked up one of the small brushes turning back to him and placed her left hand on his right cheek.

“What is what smile for?” He asked seeing Robyn’s lips twitch.

“It just reminds me of the 7/11.” She lightly stroked his cheek and then lifted the brush to start the outline of the blue flower for him.

“And it makes you smile?”

“Sure.” Robyn dripped the brush into the pot for some more paint. “Positive thoughts, right?”

“Right.” He agreed.

It took her less than five minutes to draw and fill in with some detail, three small petal flowers on his cheek, adding some decorative vines and leaves and even a dash of glitter. “And done.” She picked up the mirror to show him and he grinned.

“Thanks. You are good at this.”

“I have a lot of practice.”

“Taron really?” Guy came out carrying two jugs of juice in his hands, laying them on the table.

“What?” He watched as his step father motioned to his own cheek.

“And? It was face painting time.”

“Don’t you look cute.” Tina came out with two more jugs. “Suits you.”

Taron grinned a little. “Just taking part in the birthday activities. You need help with anything mam?”

“Could you get the girls for me please? I want to keep them hydrated.”

“Of course.”

He got up from his seat and Robyn watched him walk into the sun, seeing a much lighter skip to his step. She quickly cleaned up the face paint and had it all back in the box Tina gave her as Taron came back with the girls on his heels. She stood up, moving back to let the girls in, Guy quickly getting everyone a cold drink. He filled one for Robyn and she took it, taking a long drink from it.

“So, when you are finished that, would you mind helping me out with the after sun?” Taron stood beside her, whispering.

Robyn finished her drink and placed the empty glass back on the table. “Let’s go now when your family is distracted.”

Back in the kitchen, Robyn dropped the face paint on the kitchen counter, smiling at her clothes which Taron had brought for her and she was excited to have some spare clothes to change into once the party was done. The dress was getting uncomfortable and although she loved the warm weather, she was more than ready to change once the party was finished. She picked up the after-sun jar and tube of gel and came to stand beside him as he leaned by the sink.

“Thanks for bringing my clothes. I will definitely use them when the party is done.”

“No worries. You sure you don’t mind doing this for me?” He tapped the lid of the jar in her hands.

“Not at all. Step forward for me.” Doing as she asked, Taron took three steps forward and Robyn hopped up onto the counter so she was sitting with her legs dangling. “Ok and come back to me.” She smiled as he walked backwards, bumping into her knees before she set him straight and between her legs. “Wanna open the buttons of your shirt? We just need to pull it down a little bit to get to your shoulders.”

Doing as Robyn asked, Taron quickly opened the buttons of his shirt and slipped it down over his shoulders, leaving his hang at his elbows.

“Still so sore.” Robyn said to him, no difference in the sun burn since she last saw it, his shoulders still bright red.

“It’s so uncomfortable.” He answered her. “I think the problems with the costume made me forget about the sun burn but it definitely stings. A lot.”

“Least you don’t have to wear a bra.” Robyn said opening the lid of the green jar. Hearing silence from Taron, Robyn continued to speak. “Imagine how sore your skin is now when your shirt tightens over your shoulders when you move. Now imagine that with a tight bra strap constantly sitting on your shoulders. Just horrible.”

Taron chuckled. “I can’t say I have ever experienced that but I am glad I never have too. Just so sore.” He rolled his arms a little. “I don’t know if I can wait another two days for this to ease off.”

“I will make sure to add an extra layer or two of cream and gel, just to give you some extra relief.”

“Thanks Robyn.”

Mixing the cream and gel together, Robyn placed her hands on the outside of his shoulders and very slowly worked her way in, moving her thumbs in little circles, rubbing the cream in carefully, finishing at his neck with another large scoop of cream and gel.

“You ok Taron?” She asked. She felt him flinch when she touched a particularly sensitive spot.

“Yeah, even though I know you told me it would take a few days, inside there was a little bit of hope where my skin still wouldn’t still hurt a day later.”

Robyn eased the light pressure with which she was already using. “It will take three or four days before this will stop aching. We will keep the cream rubbed in. We can do it when we get back to yours later and before you lay down to sleep, we can do it again.”

“Yeah, I think that will help.”

“It will.” Robyn agreed, going over his shoulders once more. “And maybe some more paracetamol too.” She saw him nod his head.

“I did take some before I came back here.”

“That will help a lot.” With another nod Taron let his head dip to his chest. Even though it was hurting him a little, he was more than enjoying the feel of Robyn’s hands on his heated skin and the cooling relief as she so very carefully rubbed in the after sun. “What are you going to say if your mam walks in?”

“God made it so we can’t reach our backs.” He chuckled.

“Sure Taron.”

Robyn had finished delicately massaging the after sun in to his skin before anybody walked into the kitchen and she was washing her hands at the sink when Tina strolled in with two of the empty jugs, Guy behind her with the other two and some cups.

“Mari was looking for you Taron. Something about your song?” Tina was sure she saw Taron closing the buttons on his shirt but didn’t pry as to why.

“Ahh yes. She has a song request.” Taron looked to Robyn. “Wanna come out? It’s a favourite of yours.”

“Sure.”

The two left the kitchen together, Tina picking up the jar of after sun to show Guy with a wink once they were alone, her husband chuckling at her. “I knew I saw him buttoning his shirt.”

“Leave them be Tina.” Guy took the jar from her. “Maybe you could help me out.” He grinned opening the jar. “I got some sun burn yesterday too!”

Joining his sisters outside, while Robyn stood in a circle of little girls, Taron got Mari’s chosen song playing, dancing his way back to the group, Mari running to reach him. With his sister in his arms, Taron twirled her around the garden, Robyn dancing with all the other girls, Rosie right beside her. The specially written song for Taron by Elton was a firm favourite with his siblings and they sang loudly along with his verse and chorus, the group ending in a cheer. Taron hugged Mari close and grinned as she whispered in his ear.

“Let me ask her.” He whispered back, putting her down carefully. As he walked past Rosie, he stopped to place a kiss on her head too and moved into the circle of excited party guests, taking Robyn by her elbow and leading her away from the little crowd.

“Want to help me be the best brother in the world?”

Robyn turned to face him, a hand on her hip, smiling. “What do you need me to do?”

“One Elsa song.” He explained. “Mari’s birthday dreams will be complete.”

“I would love to.”

Taron smiled at her obvious enthusiasm. “It’s been your dream to be a Disney princess, isn’t it?” Even though her cheeks were red from the warmth outside, a little blush still flooded her face. “You sing them loudly in your sitting room, don’t you?”

“So, what song does she want?” Robyn asked him, taking his elbow and giving him a pull. “We should do it quickly. I am starting to melt in here.”

“Elsa doesn’t melt. She is an ice princess.” He giggled when she pinched him lightly. “Ohhh frosty!” Still laughing, he took to a light run, heading for the Alexa Guy had managed to get set up properly. He chuckled more as Robyn chased after him, trying to get her hands to him to tickle him but without the confines of his snowman costume he was light on his feet and dodged around her as she ran after him, both laughing loudly as they circled the garden twice.

Robyn loved it when Taron was giddy and playful and after his morning, it was so wonderful to hear his laughter and see that beautiful smile on his face and she was enjoying their sudden dash around the grass garden until she stood on her dress, tripped and fell over, rolling twice before she lay on her back.

“Shit Robyn!”

“Taron language!”

Tina and Guy had heard the sudden laughter and went to the kitchen window to see what Mari, Rosie and her friends were up to only to see it was Robyn and Taron who were the ones up to no good, chasing each other around the garden, dirty giggles coming from both of them but they took to a run when Robyn fell over, straight out to the garden, Tina chastising her son for cursing.

“Robyn?”

“Robyn!”

The grass was hot under her and she knew she hadn’t hurt anything except maybe her pride but still took to laughing as she lay on her back. She felt someone on either side of her and knew immediately it was Taron on her right as he took her hand.

“Every time.” She said opening her eyes, so glad Taron was leaning over her as his shadow shaded her from the bright sun. “Why do I fall over every time.” She was still laughing as Taron helped her to her feet and she appreciated how he made sure her snowflake cape was nowhere near her feet.

“You ok Robyn?” Tina asked concerned.

“More than fine. It’s my thing. I am clumsy. Slightly embarrassed though but I know Taron is used to it.”

“You hurt yourself?” Taron asked still holding her hand.

“Nah. I am fine.” She looked over her shoulder to the girls who were looking at her. “There goes my Disney princess rep.”

Taron shook his head. “Not at all.”

“Disney princess rep?” Guy asked.

“All shall be revealed now.” Taron gave her hand a tug. “Which song do you want?” He asked leading her back towards the Alexa.

“Which song does Mari want?” Robyn asked him back but as Taron got the chosen song going, she grinned. “Of course.” She took a look to the girls who immediately turned in her direction as they heard the music but she looked to Taron. “You got any crushed ice? Or if not, can you crush some really quickly for me? As much as you can manage.” She saw the confusion in his eyes. “I am doing this once and Elsa needs some snow.”

With a nod, Taron started the song again and ran towards the kitchen while Robyn turned towards the girls, singing along with the track, giving Guy and Tina a smile as she walked past them a little. Acting out the song, it was hard to keep a straight serious face as Mari was right at the front of the party girls, her face in the biggest grin. It was a song she had sung thousands of times before just as Taron had said, in her living room and it was easy to sing and float around the grass, swishing her cape behind her, the Elsa costume really helping with her characterisation. As it got closer to chorus, she prayed Taron had managed to get her some ice. She did a quick twirl catching his eye through the kitchen window and tried to hold her laugh in as he came bolting out to the grass to stand behind her just as the chorus came on, a bowl in each hand, holding them out either side of her and it was the most perfect timing as she placed a hand in each bowl and picked up a handful of wet and cold half crushed ice, her sudden props absolutely perfect for the song, and the gasps from the girls were brilliant as she threw the melting ice in the air, making elaborate hand movements just like Elsa pretending she was making snow. Taron followed her for the whole chorus so she could get some more melting ice, throwing it over her head, still singing along with the track in background and it was so clear his sisters were in complete awe as Robyn was the most perfect Disney princess.

Coming into the second verse, Taron legged it back to the kitchen, Robyn turning around to walk away from the girls, making a show of kicking her dress out and the snowflake cape too, facing the girls once more as she started to sing again, enjoying herself so much. She loved to sing and her Disney playlist on her Spotify was over used and she wasn’t embarrassed to admit that the Elsa songs were some of her favourites to act out when she was alone, even bringing cwtch into her performance.

Taron was watching from the kitchen window, crushing ice as quick as he could before Robyn got to the second chorus, thrilled with the reaction of his sisters, with how unbelievable Robyn was in character as Elsa and his heart was racing again as he watched her stroll towards the girls, walking slowly but effectively, hitting the last note of the second verse perfectly. Realising he was late with the snow effect, he grabbed four bowls and chucked the ice from the sink into them, picking them up and rushing out to the garden. He gave two to Guy to hold and jogged to stand behind Robyn, smiling at how in tune they were with each other, that she reached for the bowls as he came to stand behind her, grinning as the ice fell over him, knowing well she had thrown it up and behind her head on purpose.

On the bridge, Robyn used her hands to hold onto her cape, walking past Taron with a grin, noticing the melting ice on his hair and did one long walk around the garden, throwing her snowflake cape out once she was in front of the girls again just as the words came in, saw a new bowl of ice in Taron’s hands. She took out a handful and threw it over the girls, going for another to throw it the opposite side. With both hands in air at the end of bridge, she twirled and then stood still, her cape swirling perfectly as the last chorus came on.

Taron was prepared with last two bowls and once again stood behind her, knowing well he wasn’t hidden but with the glee on the party guest’s face, knew they didn’t even notice him, all too engrossed in Robyn’s impromptu performance and as much as the girls were taken aback, he was too. He had already seen Robyn on stage but it was amazing how easily she just became the character in an instant, how she sang with the song with such effortlessness and he could see she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

As the song ended Robyn took the two bowls of the watery ice from Taron and flung them high in the air while still holding onto the bowls, handing them back to Taron, the water coming down on everyone as she stood with her back to the girls, her head over her shoulder giving them wink. The song ended to a round of applause and squeals followed by a tackle of hugs, the next song in the frozen playlist starting as Robyn was caught up in the middle of a group of excited girls.

“Best birthday ever!” Mari was the one squeezing Robyn hard around her waist. “Thank you Robyn!”

“You are more than welcome!” Robyn chuckled as each girl chattered to her, all so excited by their live Disney princess.

Tina wandered over to the group. “Well Robyn, I think you might have set the bar for birthday parties extremely high. That was brilliant.”

“Almost like you had done it before.” Taron said with a wink.

“Says the man who happily sings George Michael without being asked twice.” Robyn joked back. “Thanks for the ice by the way.”

“You are welcome.”

“Mari is going to be talking about this for days.”

Robyn turned to Taron’s mam. “I hope I haven’t spoilt any plans you had Tina. It was something Mari has been asking Taron for since I walked in the door.”

“Absolutely not!” Tina insisted. “I just want Mari to have a nice birthday with her family and that is exactly what she has gotten and to be honest, without the face paint or Elsa impersonation, I was really at a loss of where to go next. You have been a wonderful help.”

Robyn smiled. “Thanks Tina.” Still caught in the group of girls, she chuckled as they were all singing along to ‘Into the Unknown’ which was currently playing in the background. “Come on girls!” She managed to grab Mari’s hand. “Your turn.”

Taron stood with his parents, laughing as Robyn skipped around the garden with the girls, all of them singing along, cringing a little as the girls did their very best to hit the terribly high notes of the chorus of the song but of course Robyn had no trouble with them, giving him a wink as she walked past him, acting out the second verse, the girls copying her movements. He wasn’t expecting to be dragged along with the group and found himself being pulled along by Rosie who was following along and joined in with the female company as they all spun in circles around the grass, all trying to sing Elsa as best they could, the younger girls falling onto the grass in exaggerated drama at the end of the song, Taron and Robyn following them, laying on the ground breathing hard beside each other.

“Need to get you a blonde wig.” Robyn joked as she got to her knees, Taron still on the ground laughing.

“Need to get you a job at Disneyland!” He said sitting up. “Perfect.”

“Maybe when we all go to Disneyland. I do believe your sisters are still owed a trip because your mam and I got to go to your premier and they didn’t.”

Taron smiled brightly. “Adults can’t dress up at Disneyland.”

“No but they can Disney bound.”

“What?”

“I will explain it to you when we go.”

“Robyn!” Mari came running over to her, giving her a hug, which nearly knocked her over. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Robyn smiled at Taron who was making faces at her as she hugged Mari. “Jealous.” She mouthed to him at which he frowned.

“Robyn?”

“Yes Mari?”

“One more?” She asked as the music for ‘Show yourself’ came on. “Please?”

Mari moved and sat beside her. Robyn looked at her with a grin and started to sing along as the words came on, all of the girls coming to stand around her, Taron moving to sit with his legs crossed, Rosie on his lap. As the song moved to the second verse Robyn got to her feet knowing well, she couldn’t sing the song properly or do it justice by sitting down. She walked in a circle around the group, smiling at Tina and Guy who were still standing to the side watching, nearly sure Tina was videoing the whole sing-a-long as she held her phone in her hands. Robyn continued to sing with the music giving it all she had, suddenly feeling a strong connection to the song with some of the words to the second verse, placing a hand on gently on Mari, Rosie and Taron’s shoulder’s, moving away from the group to do a small run around the garden letting her cape fly behind her before coming back into the centre of the group, crouching down and gently placed her hand on Mari and Rosie’s cheeks. She then took their hands as the bridge of the song kicked in, getting them to their feet and walking with them to the bottom of the garden the others following behind her, Taron still sitting but turning around to watch as they all stood in a straight line, smiling as the girls sang a different line to Robyn, the Irish woman throwing in some harmony, the effect not perfect but perfect for the ten little girls who looked like all of their dreams had come true, not including Robyn’s. The song ended and all the girls had their hands in the air and once done, almost jumped on Robyn again with excitement.

Robyn was chuckling with the reaction from the girls and took a look to Taron who was still sitting, the smile she had been waiting to see all day on his face.

“BEST BIRTHDAY EVERY!” Mari shouted making everyone in the garden laugh.

“Ok ok let’s give Robyn some breathing space.” Tina came over and gently broke up the crowd around her but her youngest daughter was still hugging Robyn tight around her waist. “Mari, darling.”

“Mam can Robyn come to every birthday?”

Robyn laughed and crouched down to give Mari another hug. “Maybe not as Elsa next time.”

“Belle? Or Ariel?” The young girl asked. “Taron told me Ariel is your favourite princess.”

“Oh, he did, did he?” Robyn asked looked over her head to Taron who was on his feet, his hands in his pockets as he strolled over.

“What else does Taron tell you?”

Mari zipped her lips. “Can’t say. Brother sister secrets.”

“Oh, I see.” Robyn chuckled. “Well, they are secret’s that can’t be broken.”

“Yep, although Rosie already broke one by telling you that Taron told her that he loved you.”

Robyn saw the little look of fear that crossed Taron’s beautiful face at Mari’s words and his hands dug deeper into his pockets if it was possible. “Well Taron knows I love him so I think that secret is ok to share.” She looked over Mari’s head to softly smile at Taron. “Now go and play with your friends.”

“You’re not going, are you?”

“Of course not darling.” Robyn kissed her forehead. “Elsa needs a bit of water break.”

“You will come and dance with us?”

“Of course. In a few.”

Robyn stayed crouched accepting Taron’s hand as he helped her up. “Remember I told you the first time you met my family that my sisters wanted a big sister instead of a big brother?” He saw her nod. “Well now they are officially adopting you as their big sister. Robyn that was amazing. Just wow. You were Elsa.”

“You know I have had the practice.” She said her cheeks tinting a little.

“But the singing was fantastic and then getting all the girls involved. I don’t think Mari will ever stop talking about this birthday. Never been one like it.”

“Definitely.” Tina agreed coming to stand with them.

“I mean Olaf melted and everything!” Guy chuckled, earning him an angry stare from Taron. “Thanks for doing that for her. You really didn’t have too.”

Robyn grinned. “Not going to lie. I think I might have enjoyed it more than Mari and Rosie did.”

Tina gave Robyn a hug, giving her a long squeeze. “I can’t even thank you anymore.” She whispered to her.

“There is no need for thanks. I have needed this weekend.” Robyn ended the hug and looked to Tina. “What do you need help with next?” She asked. “I am sure the girls could do with a drink?”

“Nothing. Robyn, you have done your part. More than your part. Why don’t you go and grab a drink. I am going to get the cake ready for Mari and then there is only about an hour left before they all go home.”

Robyn laughed at the relief she could already hear in Tina’s voice at the prospect of a child free house, except for her own.

“You know, I think I will do just that.” Robyn fluffed her costume out from her skin. “I might even change. No idea how those girls are still in their dress up.” She turned to Taron who was still beside her. “You think Mari will be disappointed if Elsa becomes Robyn?”

“Not at all. You go change. I will hold the fort with some dancing, while mam sorts the cake.”

“You cannot play George Michael.” She said pointing to him, smiling at his grin. “Stick to pop classics.”

“Let me go with you, show you where you can change.” Taron said to her.

“I think I can find the bathroom myself. I have been there before.”

“Just, come on.” He took her hand without questioning it and guided her back into the kitchen. He picked up her clothes and led her up the stairs and into a room she had never been in yet and taking a glance around at the blues and greys, figured it was Taron’s old room but had been re-decorated since he moved out. It was overly tidy and clearly just used as a spare room but he continued to walk past the double bed and in through another door, behind which was a small en-suite. “Use to be my old room.” He explained. “Now I know I was a horrible stuffy mess in my Olaf costume and Elsa is an ice princess but if you wanted to freshen up, you can use the shower here. There are clean towels here too.”

Robyn took two steps to him and hugged him. “Oh my God yes. I am roasting after all that singing and dancing!”

Taron laughed giving returning her hug with a kiss to her cheek. “Thought as much.”

“Thanks Taron.”

“I will leave you to it.” He walked out of the room but turned when he felt Robyn following him. “You ok?”

“Yeah. My handbag is in Mari’s room.”

“Oh yeah. From when you gave her lipstick.” He winked.

“Our adoptive sister secrets.” Robyn winked back to him.

“See you downstairs.”

“Thanks Taron.”

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Author’s Note: It’s been 84 years…or maybe just a year. Still, too long. If you’re reading this epilogue, I love you forever <3 There’s a fair amount of exposition early on, but I promise there’s some really cute stuff after that ;)

P.S. There was smut published yesterday in this verse as a oneshot. It happens canonically before this chapter, but can be read whenever. Enjoy!

~ Winner of Best Mr. Gold in the 2016 TEA Awards ~ Read on AO3

Chapter Fourteen: Epilogue One Year Later

Belle stood alone on the stage of the Enchanted Forest, enjoying the unusual quiet for a few moments.

The stage was mostly dark, the overhead lights giving off only enough light for her to make her way around the set without tripping on anything. She had expected to find Gold waiting for her after she received his cryptic text to meet him there, but she didn’t see any sign of him.

Or anyone else for that matter.

“Hello?” she asked, warily. At this point in the evening, at least a few people should be around. “Is anyone there?”

Someone was obviously around as the lights were still on. If everyone had gone home, only the ghost light would have been on. Perhaps Gold had just stepped out for a moment.

Belle blushed when she remembered the last time she’d met him here when the theatre was deserted. If that’s what he was hinting at when he’d asked, he really should have been more specific.

She would have been happy to grab her princess costume from wardrobe if she’d known.

It certainly would have been a memorable way for them to celebrate their one year anniversary. Today was one year to the day that she and Gold had finally admitted their feelings for each other and had their first real kiss - an intimate moment that they had happened to share with an auditorium full of strangers.

Just the memory was enough to bring a goofy smile to her face. In the days following their kiss, she had been so happy that her face had actually begun to hurt from grinning so much.

The show had been a complete success that night. The crowd ate up the changes and tickets for upcoming shows had begun selling faster than ever, thanks to word of mouth and the glowing review Merlin had given them in the newspaper the next day.

Her and Gold’s date with Cruella and Ursula had also been a success, but not necessarily as a double date. They’d barely made it through one drink before the costume designer’s patience had worn thin.

“Alright, that’s it,” Cruella finally said, setting her glass of mostly gin and less tonic down on the table rather loudly. “While I am overjoyed that you two have stopped being idiots, you should probably just get a room already, because I am tired of getting kicked while you pretend you’re not playing footsie.” She shot Belle a dry look. “Also, Granny’s is a family establishment, Belle. If you could keep your hands above the table, that would probably be best for everyone.”

She and Gold had left pretty quickly after that, giggling loudly as they exited Granny’s, leaving behind a laughing Ursula and an amused, if rather exasperated, Cruella.

Despite Cruella’s suggestion, they hadn’t gotten a room or gone back to either of their places. As well as things were going, they had both felt it was too soon for that step. Though from the way they had spent the rest of the evening making out as they wandered around Storybrooke, Belle had known it wouldn’t be too long before they stumbled their way towards a bed. Or a sofa. Or anything that had a horizontal surface.

Once Gold had finally gotten over his fear of kissing her, he couldn’t get enough. It was like a dam had broken. Every chance he got, he’d sneak a kiss or wrap her in his arms for a quick makeout session when no one else was around.

Not that she had complained. In fact, Belle hadn’t known if it was possible to be any happier than she was at that moment.

But as the weeks and months rolled by, Belle realized she couldn’t have been more wrong. Life was only getting better by the day.

The theatre’s business flourished under the new script, bringing in steady customers week after week. Sidney had been the first to admit that he had been wrong not to embrace a change before now, and had to frequently be reigned in by Tiana from making unnecessary changes to the script, menu, stage, seating arrangements, interior and exterior of the building, and literally anything else that could be changed in any way, shape, or form.

Their workshop classes had also taken off, providing an excellent space to experiment with the show’s script and giving Belle a chance to strengthen her improv skills. The students, especially a few of the girls, never grew tired of setting her and Gold up to perform romantic scenes between the princess and chancellor. For the most part, the two of them were happy to indulge the paying customers, especially if it involved an excuse to flirt unashamedly.

Despite its rather rocky start, her relationship with Gold had been free of the drama that had plagued their earlier interactions. They spent most of their free time together, despite seeing each other every day at work. Their free nights often found them cuddled up on Gold’s sofa, watching old movies and eating popcorn that they’d made in Belle’s air popper, which had somehow taken up permanent residence in Gold’s house, along with half a dozen of Belle’s dresses, a handful of her favorite books, and one or two medium-sized boxes full of shoes.

Gold was also teaching her to ride one of the theatre’s horses, a small Appaloosa mare named Chip. The horse had a white coat with leopard-like black spots and blue eyes that Gold said reminded him of Belle’s. Chip had gotten her name a year ago from Henry, who had observed that she looked just like a chocolate chip cookie.

They’d been slightly worried about how the rest of the cast would react to their dating, but they needn’t have worried. Everyone - including Regina - was just relieved that they’d finally figured it out. Tiana had given them a wink the first time she’d seen them holding hands. Leopold had given them an awkward thumbs up while Jefferson and Killian had made some rather inappropriate hand gestures that August had immediately chewed them out for.

Emma had just rolled her eyes and murmured, “Thank god” into her coffee.

But surprisingly enough, it wasn’t only their relationship that had flourished. Despite Cruella’s assertion that marriage was not for her, she and Ursula had ended up eloping to Paris six months after their double date. They were now happily living in Cruella’s townhouse with two dalmatians and a large aquarium full of tropical fish. Belle and Gold were invited over for dinner frequently, and always showed up to work the next morning with a hangover while Cruella cheerfully walked by them with a smirk.

A sudden creak up above her head brought Belle back to the present. She craned her neck towards the lights but couldn’t see anything, though she could swear she heard a muffled laugh.

She shivered. Perhaps this was why actors didn’t hang out in empty theatres by themselves. It was too easy to imagine they were haunted.

Beginning to grow impatient, Belle wondered again where Gold was. His text had made it seem urgent, so she had rushed over. Her brain automatically leapt to the worse-case scenarios. Could he be hurt? Could his new job offer have fallen through?

Gold had finally confessed to her that he had been planning to put in his two weeks’ notice the day she had first joined The Enchanted Forest. The fact that meeting her had convinced him to stay was a great boost to her ego, even as her heart had raced at the idea that they had almost missed working with each other and, consequently, falling in love.

But thankfully that had not been the case and they had gotten an amazing year and a half to work together. Things had only gotten better in the past year as the theatre had become financially stable and even begun to make plans for expansions. As much as Gold loved his castmates and the character of the Chancellor, it was a good time for him to move on. When the theatre had been in trouble, it had felt like a betrayal to leave, but now that it was a success, Gold could leave with an easy conscience.

He’d finally accepted Zozo’s offer to join the company at the Dagger Theatre, where he’d be able to perform in a variety of shows throughout the year. His first play with them would be Macbeth and she knew he couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into Shakespeare again.

Belle would miss performing with him every week, but she knew it was time for him to try something new. She was pretty sure any lingering guilt he might have felt about leaving evaporated when August announced the new script and her leading role in it.

Not only would Belle’s part be expanded, but she was being promoted to queen. Both she and Regina would be queens of warring nations who put aside their rivalry to unite against their true enemy, Killian, after they discovered his plot to play them against one another.

Having seen Regina in fight mode in real life, she knew the other woman was up for the task. Belle only hoped she could match her onstage.

The fact that she got to stab Killian each night was an added perk. Even if it was only a fake sword that -

Belle froze, hearing something moving in the dark. She paused, trying to figure out where the noise was coming from.

A click echoed overhead, loud in the otherwise silent auditorium. Immediately, the dim lights brightened, bathing the stage in a warm glow.

Belle spun around, gasping as she saw the giant pink heart projected onto the castle wall behind her.

Gold appeared from behind the set, dressed in full armor, and carrying a rose exactly like those the knights gave away during the show.

Belle blinked, wondering if she had fallen asleep on stage while waiting. Surely this wasn’t actually happening?

He extended the rose to her with a slight bow. “Belle, you’re the only one I want to give roses to for the rest of my life. I am head over heels in love with you and want nothing more than to spend forever by your side. Would you make an honest knight out of me and be my -”

“Yes!” She leapt into his arms, causing him to drop the rose, and kissed him soundly.

After a moment or two, he pulled back. “I wasn’t finished yet. I had an entire speech prepared!” he said, trying to sound sulky but failing miserably as a broad grin spread across his face.

Belle laughed. “You can tell me later,” she whispered suggestively, grabbing his collar and raising her face for another kiss.

“You forgot the ring!” yelled a voice from up on the lights.

Belle’s head swung upward. “Is that Ursula?”

Before Gold could answer, a second voice chimed in. “Of course, it is! You didn’t think we could let this moron try and pull this off by himself, did you?”

Gold grimaced. “Thanks, Cruella.”

Belle stifled a giggle. “Ursula’s right, you did forget the ring.”

“No, I didn’t! It’s on the rose.” Gold bent over and grabbed the flower. Sure enough, a ring was tied around the stem with a red ribbon. “If you’ll have it?” he asked, the corner of his mouth quirking into a shy smile.

“She already said yes!” Cruella yelled. “Just put it on her finger already.”

“Drink your vodka and give the man a second,” Ursula chided. “Honestly, he’s probably a nervous wreck after how long it took you to figure out the lights.”

“I am a costume designer, darling, not a stagehand. These hands were made for art, not working lights!”

Gold ignored them, pulling the ring from the ribbon and holding it up for Belle’s approval. A sparkling blue sapphire with a halo of small diamonds adorned a simple rose gold band. It was perfect.

She nodded emphatically, letting out a giggle as he slipped it onto her finger.

“I rather thought it matched your eyes,” he said, soft enough so only she could hear.

Tears sprang into her eyes. As he pulled her close for another kiss, a cry of excitement went up on the lights.

They both laughed as they kissed, too overjoyed to care about their audience. As always, everything fell away but the two of them when they were on stage together.

They broke for air, grinning at each other and probably looking like a pair of love-struck fools. Belle couldn’t have cared less.

A feeling of contentment washed over her, as if her life had come full circle at last. The Enchanted Forest’s stage was where she had first seen Gold, where she’d gotten to know the man behind the Chancellor, and where they had fallen in love. It seemed only right that it had become the setting where they began the next chapter of their lives together.

With a goofy grin still on his face, Gold offered her his arm. “May I escort you to dinner, my queen?”

Belle took his arm, ignoring the catcalls from up above. “Oh, I think dinner can wait a while, don’t you, Chancellor? I can think of a few other ways to celebrate.”

He smirked. “As you wish, your highness.”

As they walked out of the theatre’s entrance into the parking lot, they both glanced back at the building. No matter what paths life took them down from here, the large stone building with its giant banner would always be their real home.

Snuggled up against Gold with the comforting weight of her engagement ring against her skin, Belle smiled up at the old theatre. Perhaps The Enchanted Forest had its own magic, after all.

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Author’s note: Shout-out to @beastlycheese for prompting an onstage wedding proposal and @rumpledspinster-art for sending me a video about Medieval Time’s current script which inspired Belle’s new role as queen - thank you both! (Sorry it’s been sooooo long in coming!)

Also, a big thanks to everyone who has loved on this story over the past four years! I really enjoyed writing this zany bunch of characters.

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