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#but on the other hand ’Frollo was too dreamy’
vainlungs · 3 years
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The saints were his friends, and blessed him; the monsters were his friends and guarded him. So he held long communion with them. He sometimes passed whole hours crouching before one of these statues, in solitary conversation with it. If any one came, he fled like a lover surprised in his serenade.
— Victor Hugo, The Hunchback of Notre-Dame, translated by Isabel Florence Hapgood according to The Library of Congress
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lilacmoon83 · 4 years
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Witness Protection
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Epilogue
It had been one year since Leopold had been killed in his attempt to rip their family apart and much had changed.
Weaver had minced no words to the press when he announced the business mogul's death and exposed his dastardly deeds. The media circus around his death and Mary Margaret's final liberation from her father had been exhausting and highly intrusive for a while. They had avoided most interviews and dodged reporters for several months, only giving sound bites that they were just glad to be together as a family and that her evil father could never hurt them again. The media craze eventually died down and Leopold Blanchard's dirty secrets came out, including all his dirty business dealings, the people he had ordered killed, and his sick obsession with his own daughter. His empire collapsed and after all his assets were liquidated by the bank, Mary inherited what was left.
At first, she wanted nothing to do with the small fortune, but after they thought it through, they decided that it was rightfully hers, especially since much of it had been built upon by her mother's fortune, as it had started out as her company. So they put most of it away for their children's college funds and bought a nice two story house in Storybrooke with a big yard. They had also adopted a family dog from the shelter and named him Wilby.
She continued teaching at the elementary school, while David was promoted to Sheriff upon Graham's decision to resign. He had decided to follow his true calling and run Storybrooke's animal shelter.
David didn't have to look far for his new deputy, as Rogers had decided that he really liked how perfect and quiet Storybrooke was as a rule. He had resigned his position in the Seattle police department and moved himself and Alice across the country. They settled in the loft once David and Mary Margaret found their house and had never been happier.
Weaver himself would have been sad to lose his two best detectives, but now that his mission to bring down Leopold Blanchard was complete, he himself had given in to the lure of Storybrooke. Or it might have been that he had been drawn to the brunette librarian he had met during his first visit to the quiet town. The library was struggling and Belle French feared that it would close. Until Weaver cashed in his pension, bought it, and handed the deed over to her with no strings attached. He had moved to Storybrooke, bought the old pawn shop, and enjoyed his new, lucrative line of work. But more so, he enjoyed dating Belle most.
Not to be outdone, Roni had sold the bar and moved across the country too and when the people became displeased with their interim Mayor, the Mayor's former mouthpiece and snake in the grass, Sidney Glass, many had urged Roni to run against him for Mayor. Mary Margaret encouraged her the most and with all her friends behind her, she had and won the race in a landslide victory.
It wasn't long before Zelena and her young daughter followed suit and bought a farmhouse on the outskirts of town.
Fiona Gold had gone to trial for conspiracy to commit murder, kidnapping, and other felonies that she was involved in as Mayor, including money laundering of the town's funds, which Weaver had suspected for years. It was exposed that she had used town funds for expensive beauty treatments and a lavish lifestyle. She was given a twenty-five year sentence with no early parole, so she likely would never be bothering any of them again.
Nine months after Leopold's death and they had all settled into Storybrooke, their family grew by one when Mary Margaret gave birth to hers and David's second child, their son, Jason James Nolan, or as they had affectionately dubbed him, JJ. Since Roni and Rogers were Emma's Godparents, they had decided that Weaver and Belle would be JJ's, which they humbly and graciously accepted. It had truly been an extraordinary year and they were all now living their best lives.
"That's very good," Mary said, as she walked around her classroom, observing her students working on their assignment. She had asked them to draw what would be their ideal happy endings. Some were drawing fantastical things, while others drew more realistic options. But as she discovered, no matter what life brought, happy endings weren't always what they were thought to be. And it was in the best way. She could have never predicted she be as happy as she was or that the man assigned to protect her just a few years ago would be that happy ending. And it wasn't even really an ending, for this was only the beginning of their happy life. They were so in love and had two beautiful children. Storybrooke provided a simple, quiet life and neither of them could be happier with it.
The bell rang and her students filed out for the day, as she spied her husband leaning up against the doorway, his Sheriff's badge displayed on his hip and he was wearing his leather jacket. She was sure that no man had ever made leaning against a door look so sexy.
"Hey there handsome," she said, as she greeted him with a kiss.
"Hey yourself, beautiful," he purred in response, as he kissed her again.
"You ready?" he asked. She nodded.
"I am...let's go get our babies," she replied, as they left to the school together, hand in hand.
They stopped at Ashley Herman's daycare and picked up their toddler and baby from her, before continuing on down the street with the baby in the stroller and Emma trotting beside them.
"Aunt Mary, Uncle David!" Alice called, as she came running toward them, ahead of Roni and Rogers. David lifted her up and Mary kissed her head.
"Hey there peanut," he greeted, as he kissed her hair too and then put her down, as she trotted alongside the stroller, as she and Emma chatted animatedly.
"What a day...I swear, I would give anything to get another lawyer to run against Spencer for district attorney. My whole afternoon was spent arguing with that dumbass," Roni complained.
"But you do love to argue, love," Rogers quipped.
"Not with him," she said.
"Well, there are rumors that Sean Herman's dad is thinking about running against him," Mary interjected.
"Good...he has my full endorsement. Now, if I could just get rid of Judge Frollo, this town's justice system won't be a joke," she said.
"Slowly but surely...we're cleaning up this town. Fiona and her cronies did a lot of damage over the years," David said.
"Yes...but thankfully, mother dearest is no longer a problem," Weaver chimed in, as he and Belle met them outside Granny's diner. Now that they were all together, they proceeded inside and were met with all their new friends. They enjoyed food and drink with their friends and watched their children play.
Later that evening, as Emma and JJ were occupied by Granny and some of their other friends, David and Mary Margaret took that moment to enjoy a dance together as a slow, romantic song began to play on the jukebox. She gazed up at him with a dreamy stare, as they slowly swayed together.
"What are you thinking?" she inquired curiously. He smiled at her.
"About the night we met and everything we've been through since then. It's all been worth it for this moment," he answered. She hummed in agreement.
"It has...I'm so happy," she told him.
"Me too," he said, as they looked over at their precious children. They were getting sleepy and so he took that as a queue.
"What do you say we take the kids home and then we do some more celebrating...alone," he suggested. She grinned and bit her bottom lip.
"I'd say that sounds like the best idea I've heard all day," she said, as they joined hands and gathered their children up. They said goodbye to their friends for the evening and headed off for home. A home they would never have to run from again...
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