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SO this’d be the other half of the top 10 Rumbelle fics:
6) Wild Youth- Belle is Peter’s and the Lost Boys’ “Mother,“ beloved and needed, and so it’s natural for her to care for Rumple, the newest and most timid of the boys. But feelings in Neverland are hard to hide, and everyone grows up sometime.
7) Time Of Day - Rumpelstiltskin, in a bid to keep Belle safely at arms’ length until Emma can break the curse, arrives at a compromise: a purely physical relationship, close enough to hold her but far enough apart to keep them safe.
8) The Third Girl- “What was her name? Margie? Verna…” The story behind those names, and the many girls who wore them.
9) Reckless Abandon - Seventeen-year-old Lacey French is known in Storybrooke as a problem child, but despite the rumours no one knows her darkest secret: her ‘relationship’ with the town monster, Mr Gold.
10) Any Excuse - When the Mayor finds a reason to finally close the school library, teacher Belle French feels a duty to do anything necessary to keep it open. Even if that means finally facing her favourite student’s over-protective, endlessly critical, undeniably attractive father Mr Gold.
Title: Inheritance Rating: NC-17 Summary: Five years after leaving town to see the world, a death in the family forces Belle French back to Storybrooke to deal with the estate. Never intending to stay very long, she nevertheless soon finds herself drawn back into old friendships, old dreams, and an old love that’s not as finished as once she had hoped. Belle might be back in her hometown, but after five years away from the wreckage she left behind, is it possible to ever really come home? Rumbelle with heavy side Red Warrior, and some Swanfire and Snowing.
A/N: So this’d be the massive fic I’ve been teasing for months. It’s complete at 30 chapters and 154,000+ words, and will be posted regularly from now on on Tuesdays. So you get a freebie two-for-one this week :D
Mr Gold smiled to himself when he saw the sign on his walk home from work: it was about time, after all. Moe French had been dead for over a month, and the shop was starting to look shabby and bleak, its windows boarded up and the rose arbour outside growing out of control. Mr French had grown his plants outside as well as in, and under his patient care the place managed to look at least looked after, if a little overgrown. The oafish man had always claimed that was part of his little shop’s charm: ‘‘More the flowers’ than mine, really” he’d said, when asked.