((A/N: I had lots of fun writing, thank you so much for the prompt. I would have liked to write more but I was happy with what I did and I hope you are too! *tosses marshmallows* Oh, btw, I wrote two smaller fics instead of one big one because I had two different Ideas. The first is directly after Belle gets out of the asylum in a bit of an AU world and the second is when Rumpelstiltskin comes back from Neverland... it wasn't AU when I wrote it but I geuss it is now... That's kinda funny.))
Fic one!
She was slightly broken, he'd discovered, chipped like the cup she used whenever he made tea. A little jumpy and a little sad, but overall she was happy. At least from what he could tell. It was hard to see her smile and yet know that it could be brighter. He wondered whether she smiled like that before her... incarceration.
He'd discovered her awhile ago, mixed in with old papers the hospital sent to verify medicine and all the things he needed that no one else would ever know. Mixed in as if she wasn't important to the world and she could be forgotten like broken secrets and mismatched socks. It had disturbed him, to see a human treated in such a way.
So now she sat in his kitchen on the tile floor, tears leaking down her face, and he wasn't sure what to do.
“Belle?” He asked quietly, not quickly of course because she was jumpy and that wouldn't do because he didn't want her scared. He cocked his head to the side and watched her cry, too afraid to disturb her to offer the comfort she so obviously needed.
The sound of an 'eep' came from her mouth.
“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,” Her eyes met his for a brief second, filled with something near desperate but not quite terror, and then they went back to the over turned box and the broken bowl. The spilled milk was in a puddle amidst the broken fragments of rainbows and green hats but it had stopped spreading further, just a little ways away from Belle.
“It's alright Belle, it's just cereal,” He heard the words tumblr from his mouth as he moved to kneel beside her, risking the fear of her running away by placing his free hand on her exposed shoulder. The night gown he had given her was lazily draped around her, as if she had just gotten up and hadn't cared to fix it.
She cried harder, “But I broke it and I wasted the milk and how am I so incompetent that I can't even make myself a bowl of whatever this stuff is? I'm so sorry,” She shook her head and began to try and pick up the pieces of glass the bowl's shattering had left.
He stopped her, taking more risks than he had ever cared to try with Belle by setting down his cane and placing his hands on either side of her face, forcing her to look him in the eyes, “Hey, it's just cereal. Lucky charms if you really want to know the kind, I can get more,”
She sniffled, “Why do you own lucky charms?”
He snorted because that was what she was worried about now that she had calmed down, such a silly thing to worry about really. He had never even eaten cereal until he'd ushered her through his front door and realized he wouldn't always be there in the morning to make her the eggs he often served himself. Any cereal was hers, so if she spilled it there was no real loss.
He brushed away her tears with his thumbs absentmindedly, sighing and shaking his head, “Because you like sugar. Go clean up, I'll get this mess,”
He drew away from her then, pulled himself away and forced himself to only watch as she nodded and helped herself to his shoulder to stand up. Without really think, he popped one of his thumbs in his mouth as he watched her go, the salt of her tears tasting odd. As if familiar but not quite like anything else. He shouldn't have done it.
He sighed again before setting himself to cleaning up the lucky charms that lay on his kitchen floor.
END OF FIC ONE
FIC TWO
Belle didn't really want to cook in the mornings, with Rumpel being gone and she alone to make food for herself. Instead, she'd discovered a wonderful convention of the modern world awhile ago and now she relied on that. Cereal was delightful for those early mornings when Granny's wasn't open and Ruby was too busy to be called.
So she had set herself a goal, deigning it appropriate to try and taste every cereal that could be found in little storybrooke. She bought little snack bowls before, but now she was buying full boxes since the two brothers had thought to stay with her.
Today was Lucky Charms, “Belle, why do you buy a new box? We had plenty of cheerios left!”
John peeked around the cabinet door to catch her eyes. She snorted.
“I told you, I like variety,” An eyebrow was raised at her, half amusement half wonder, before the lad took out the box of cheerios and began to pour himself a bowl.
“Whatever you say Belle,” He took out another bowl and paused, glancing between her and the doorway, “You think Michel will want Lucky Charms?”
Belle shrugged, the purple silk of the shirt she was wearing slipping just enough that she felt the need to readjust. Rumpel's kitchen was nice, large enough for the three of them to cook together and make breakfast together but when it came to people's preferences Belle stayed out of it. More than once someone has complained about something and Belle was quite sick of it. John nodded, understanding etched in his brow.
“MICHEL,” John yelled suddenly, twisting his body to direct the sound at the door.
“WHAT?” Came from somewhere deep in the house that Belle was sure she would be cleaning later.
“DO YOU WANT LUCKY CHARMS?”
“HELL YES I WANT LUCKY CHARMS,”
Belle rolled her eyes, suppressing the smile working to raise the corners of her mouth. She left the kitchen then, the brother's yelling continuing on to discuss bowls and spoons. She didn't get the difference, between one spoon or another, but that mattered to the two brothers and she was not about to get between them. Her own bowl was only half full, balanced out by the orange she had wedged between her arm and her side so she could carry the bowl and her cup of tea.
The living room, she decided, would be the perfect place for breakfast today. While Rumpel didn't own a television, something the boys had bemoaned upon moving in, she enjoyed the quiet solitude it would offer while the boys ate breakfast in the dining room.
There was a knock at the door. She paused, head half cocked and eyes narrowed in thought. She could either set her food down and answer the door or... attempt to answer as is. She decided not to risk her chipped cup and set everything on the small table by one end of the couch and moved to answer the door when someone shouted, “I got it!”
Well there was that too.
She sat with her food and listened to the exchange at the door that was muffled, and she must be imagining Rumpel's voice, as it went from mildly intriguing to more interesting because it sounded like John was actually letting someone inside the house. This was new. She waited though, not approaching or moving away from her food.
She was hungry and if they wanted to barge in at unrealistic times that was their fault.
Michel leaned around the archway connecting the entrance way to the living room, “Yo mum, visitor,”
“Didn't John answer the door?” She asked, completely ignoring the grin spreading across her face at the mention of Michel's name for her.
“Yeah, but he's making cereal. Apparently that takes work, You want them to come in or do you want to finish eating?”
She waved a hand, signifying his discretion and her acceptance. The visitor appeared around the archway a few seconds later and the spoon she'd been in the middle of raising to her mouth fell back into her bowl.
“Rumpel!” She yelled, launching herself off the couch and at the man standing with an awkward stance like he didn't feel he belong in front of her. Her lucky charms sloshed in their bowl but didn't spill, perhaps they were lucky after all.
She caught him around the middle, and for some reason he was wearing leather but she could care less, as she bore him to the ground and began to cry.
“Belle,” he whispered against her hair and he returned her embrace.
Michel's voice reached her ears, “Alrighty then, talk to you later mum. Enjoy the day, I'll get John out of the house,”
Then she heard footsteps leading away but she could care less about the two boys she'd been taking care of as if they were twelve even though they were much older than she was. Instead, she burrowed into Rumpelstiltskin's leather and sobbed happily.
“Why are you wearing leather?” She asked, her lips moving against the clothing as she refused to move away from laying atop Rumpelstiltskin.
He chuckled, “My suits wouldn't last five minutes in Neverland, love,”
She nodded and waited a while, staying entwined with him until she heard his voice asking her questions. -She knew she had to answer, so instead of just laying on him for the entire day, she sat up and let him sit up as long as she stayed in his lap.
“Are you crying?” He whispered, reaching up to cup her face in his palms and she smiled.
“Let's just say they're happy tears,” She thought his leaning was to kiss her properly and she closed her eyes, but instead he kissed away the tears and nuzzled her cheek.
“Why are tears salty?” He asked as he pulled away, tilting his head in just the right way that had her laughing.
She happily explained about how tears were formed and just exactly what book had lead her to the information.
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I loved it! The buzz kill of a friend I went with said it wasn’t as good as Iron Man 1… Pacing with the comic relief was kinda my only issue with it. As well as that second after credits scene.
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MY BEST FRIEND AND I ARE SEEING IT TOMORROW IT IS NOT FRIDAY NOV 8 IN THE USA YET OH MY GOD WE ARE DYING.
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I had no problems with mood or pacing or editing I am blind with bliss goggles. I CAN FORGICE ALL THE FLAWSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
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I can’t even DEAL. :dying whale noises:
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I had a few issues, but they’re more specific as in they drew me out of the experience. Everything else was at least good enough that I was seriously interested in the story and the characters.
That's great! :) I've scrolled through my dashboard and checked out some msg boards outside of Tumblr and it does look like most people enjoyed themselves, but we all agree that the movie was some major issues with pacing and mood whiplash. There were some horribly timed jokes plus Jane/Portman seems to be more hated than ever.
The second time watching it was even better for me, because I was able to focus on all the little details and character moments that I missed the first time and even the pacing/tone issues didn't feel quite so bad.
I won't make my final judgment until I've seen what's on the blu-ray, because some of the flaws in the studio cut of the movie might smooth out with some deleted scenes.
But I definitely enjoyed the movie more than any of the previous MCU movies, including The Avengers.
