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works/438208.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, Other
  Fandom:
      Once_Upon_a_Time_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Belle/Rumpelstilskin_|_Mr._Gold, Belle_French/Mr._Gold
  Character:
      Belle_(Once_Upon_a_Time), Rumpelstiltskin_|_Mr._Gold, Annabel_French,
      Belle_French
  Additional Tags:
      Nymphet!Belle, Underage_Sex, Underage_Character, Angst, Once_Upon_A_Time
      AU, AU_Storybrooke
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-06-19 Chapters: 1/? Words: 723
****** Possessed ******
by ZsaZsitaLolita
Summary
     Mr. Gold has ostracized himself from town society. He is alone again.
     He is the aging monster that cowers in its lair. The girl he once
     loved is gone, and he cannot bring her back. He retreats to the
     recesses of his mind, and his memories of her: his wise, wicked, and
     wonderful Little Belle.
Notes
     I have rated this Explicit for safety. This story will evolve. Belle
     is 10 years old when she meets Mr. Gold and he is 46. No sexual acts
     will occur while Belle is still a "child." I have taken liberties
     with the nymphet definition as so defined by Nabokov in "Lolita" by
     Humbert Humbert. If the idea of Nymphet!Belle offends, please do not
     read. I want to thank those who encouraged me to write it when I
     feared negative feedback. You know who you are, dearies.
See the end of the work for more notes
Mr. Gold was not the monster everyone believed him to be.  He was simply an
aging man that had suffered more than any of the happy residents in the quiet
hamlet of Storybrooke could have imagined.  He did not mind in the least that
he was avoided and feared by most; the pawnbroker preferred his solitary
lifestyle and the chance to torment the occasional patron to his shop of
antiques.
And then there was her. Annabel French. His little Belle. She was the
motherless child of Moe French, a man who had worked too often and had paid too
little attention to his daughter.  Mr. French had not an inkling of what his
daughter really was.  Mr. Gold knew what she was the first time she meandered
into his shop.  Annabel French was a nymphet.

Mr. Gold could still recall with perfect clarity the first time she had come
into his shop, and into his life. For better or worse, to this day he could not
decide.

15 Years Ago
Mr. Gold was in the back of his office cleaning a carved crystal bell he had
just acquired. The door chimes jingled. “A moment if you please,” he called out
from behind the curtain.  He began to get up when suddenly the curtain
jostled.  A large pair of cerulean eyes was smiling at him. Startled by the
angelic creature, he gaped at her, his brow furrowed and his mouth open
revealing crooked teeth.
Before he could protest the intruder began to speak – without any sense of
decorum, rested her pale, thin arms on his work table – “What are you doing?”
asked the small creature. 
“I’m cleaning this bell,” he motioned towards the bell with large elegant
hands, “but you, Dearie,” he pointed at her and sneered, “have interrupted me. 
Do you usually just go wandering into the back of shops? Do you not know what
might happen to you?” She stared at him silently, bearing a seriousness beyond
her years. 
They examined each other. Gold took in the fairy-like creature’s appearance:
curling chestnut hair loose about her shoulders, creamy porcelain skin that
made those blue eyes stand out like a patch of blue sky amidst endless yellow-
white clouds.  She seemed small and delicate, but didn’t carry herself as if
she were. “I like you, Mr. Gold.” She smiled as she giggled.  Still staring at
her with apprehension, Gold couldn’t help but notice how lovely the girl child
was.  “I am Annabel.” She mimicked his motion to the crystal object and smiled
and tossed her curls.  Her sparkling laughter rang throughout the shop.

“Might I have the pleasure of knowing how you have come to know who I am, Miss
Annabel?” Gold asked, his elbows resting on the table, his hands steepled.  A
tiny smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, surprising himself.
“I’ve been watching you, Mr. Gold. You come to my Papa’s flower shop to collect
the rent. Papa is afraid of you.  But I’m not,” she beamed at him, and Gold let
out a rare chuckle, deep in his throat. 
Mr. Gold raised an eyebrow and nodded in understanding while he said “Ah. I
see. You are Moe French’s girl.  Why have I not seen you before, Miss French?”
he asked as he realized he was actually enjoying the girl’s company. 
“Papa makes me hide when you come. He says you are dangerous and that I must
‘Stay clear of that monster!’, but I don’t think you’re a monster.  I think you
need a friend.  I will be your friend.”
Mr. Gold was utterly confused.  Why did this child want to be his friend? 
“Miss French, what makes you think I need a friend?”
“Because you are always alone, like me.  The other children call me strange;
they say it’s because I’m always reading.  But I love to read, and I know so
much more than they do.  If we become friends, we won’t have to be lonely
anymore.  Do you want to be friends, Mr. Gold?” asked Annabel, her pink, bow-
shaped lips curled into a rather devious smile.
Gold’s eyes darkened. Something primal and unknown awoken inside him.  His eyes
locked with the girl’s – her bright eyes glinted with mischief – and as if he
had fallen under a spell, Gold replied: “Of course, Dearie. If it would please
you.”
End Notes
     Please Review! This is my first published story.
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