❛ life is so unnerving for a servant who's not serving ! he's not whole without a soul to wait upon ━━━━━
dependent lumiére from disney's beauty & the beast
part of enchantedforesthq.
❛ i can’t believe they commit murder in cars. this is a children’s show. ❜
is this what he did when neither lumiere nor belle were around ? the sight of his prince slumped up on the couch in front of the television ( all new things , but they were all learning together ) was a mix of endearing & comical at the same time . lumiere lets out a warm chuckle ( still , just as is voice , heavily accent coated ) & shakes his head . ❛ master i am beginning to think i ought to take you out more often if leaving you by yourself leads to you criticizing children’s films . ❜
❛ i don’t understand . ❜ soda , & it’s many types , he’s learned about . a sweet & bubbly drink typically caffeinated with a lot of sugars . & he’s seen plenty of fried foods since he arrived . --------- but THIS ? ❛ 'ow can you fry coke ? ❜
❛ he’ll burn you down like wax, if you let him. ❜ [ aka adam sees lumière and immediately tries to cockblock him ].
his dashing good looks , lumière is happy to have found out , seem to still be in perfect functioning order despite the change in time & country . his charm still wins over people’s affections as well . he’s every bit in the game as he was before & currently finds himself winning over a giggling girl with his sparkling eyes & gleaming smile just perfectly until the voice behind him catches his ears . a brow raises & at first he turns with confusion but once he sees the face ( no more horns nor hair ) delight melts that away .
❛ my prince ! ❜ & it is his prince ! it’s not the vicious beast that stands before him , it’s his prince . it’s adam . he can’t even find himself upset about the interruption , in fact the girl is quickly forgotten ; there is a more important matter now & she can find another to win her fancy . lumière resists the urge to envelop the man in his arms & instead folds one arm over his middle , the other out to his side , & bends into a bow .
Ariel couldn’t help but feel giddy as she moved around on wobbly legs. No this wasn’t Eric’s kingdom, but it was the human world and she was part of it! The only trouble was she couldn’t figure out how to find Sebastian, Flounder, or Scuttle. Thankfully her voice still worked, she just wasn’t able to sing. Everything was so exciting and confusing and scary all at the same time. Taking a step, Ariel wrapped a long blanket around her waist and twirled, feeling giddy, before falling on her butt. Looking up, she saw someone staring at her and waved to them. “Hello there! Could you help me please?” she called.
it takes him but a moment to realize it’s him the fallen girl , with her bright red hair that had caught his eye , is calling to but once he does he springs into a quick stride towards her . after all , being a servant for so long , responding to calls for assistance was something he was professionally skilled at . he slows when approaching her & dawns a charming smile .
❛ a hand , mademoiselle ? ❜ he extends his hand to her as an offer to help her back to her feet .
❛ --------- fine . ❜ the answer is comes with a hitch in his voice . the door was closing & to stop it lumiére had acted entirely on instinct . unfortunately , as his instincts were used to having hands made of brass ; this meant he had stuck out his hand between the door & the frame . now , he was cradling throbbing fingers to his chest . ❛ i ‘ad forgotten what a danger doors can be to feet & fingers . ❜
he was finally getting used to everything around here . even though it wasn’t the forests he knows , he could still get used to this town . flynn sighed happily & looked around . not everyday that you get cursed to live in a town , but you gotta go with it & hope that you’ll get back . although , if he was being honest with himself . he really didn’t WANT to go back . back there , he was a wanted man . here ? he could be free , not having to look behind his back every five minutes . ‘ is anyone still complaining about being here ? ‘cause i find it rather enjoyable . what’s not to love ? ’
no , he was not a candelabra but he wishes he were not a candelabra somewhere else ! preferably in the comfort of a castle tucked away in france where , even as a servant , the meals were never anything short of fantastic & their lodgings & dress always fine . the dull grey of this town so far from his home & small & even dirty didn’t much appeal to him . he smiled through it & made due with what he had , obviously ! but that was an appearance he kept up only for the sake of being an optimistic presence . even so , though , he couldn’t help but let out a groan with a roll of his eyes at the other man’s comment . he clicked his tongue ; he could make a list of things not to love . ❛ the mediocre dining it offers is one thing i can think of off the top of my head . ❜
—– shifting the blame onto herself wasn’t what was needed right now, but she can’t help but feel at least SOMEWHAT to blame. it had all escalated so quickly, she had no way of knowing it would happen the way it did. that in proving her papa wasn’t entirely mad she would damn an innocent man - one who was kind & gentle. anything BUT a beast. “i know, you’re right. and i mustn’t assume the worst, there’s no reason for it. i’ve got you here, after all.” a weakened smile at best, but she wanted him to know that he was helping.
keeping close, she allowed for him to toy her hands in his - only able to imagine what it must be like, to be human again after years as a candlestick. finding comfort in his presence as well, he certainly had that way about him. “since we’re both here, what do you say that you & i stick together?”
something akin to relief or maybe a touch of pride blossoms by his heart at her words & her smile , however faint it was . though his expression has melancholy etched in the lines of it he does smile back to her , for he is happy to see her have some hope & he’s more than delighted to have brought her that light . he was a poor substitute for who he’s sure she would like to see but even so wouldn’t leave her alone here . she meant too much to him to ever do such a thing .
his face tints slightly as his smile presses under his eyes & he nods . ❛ i say that sounds like a wonderful idea . an’ first , i say we find a kitchen . better to be lost with a meal , than lost without one , i would think . ❜ meals were a temporary fix to most all problems , in lumiére’s opinion . & now he had said it the thought of food did sound a wonder to him after many long years without it .
normally, AURORA would be completely and utterly enthralled to have been thrown into a new land – however, the circumstances which came before this seemed to dampen her mood. it was possible that MALEFICENT had revoked the curse, but why would she? she had cursed the blonde to BEGIN WITH. still, there was a subdued childlike excitement that seemed to radiate from her. exploration is her first goal, though as she walks she stops to smell the roses – LITERALLY. other wildflowers seem to grow around the rose patch and, after plucking a few, she runs to the nearest person to tap them on the shoulder. “ here, for you! ”
it’s not france , so clearly it is not as beautiful as france , but he will admit that the day was nice . the sun shone from the clouds & the temperature wasn’t excessively hot but nor was it chilly . he took in the town ------ until there was a tap at his shoulder . he looks behind him , brows raised , to a perfectly beautiful young girl with a gleaming & radiant smile that his own lips couldn’t help but smile back at . eyeing her gift his smile turned into grin & he turned to face her fully . ❛ oh , such a beautiful gift ! i could not accept ! ❜ for a moment his fingers , dramatically , lay across his chest & he turns his head away , eyes closed with his other hand out in front of him . after a moment , an eye peeks open at her & his lips curl back into a smile . ❛ then again . . . when from such a beautiful girl , ‘ow could i refuse ! ❜ his position shifts into his outstretched hand , now palm up , ready to receive & his waist bends into a bow at her .
—– in the VERY least, it was comforting to know that lumiére was there too. that she had something solid, someone to hold onto, someone who understood – someone to instill hope with the worry that plagued her. his motions recapture her attention, hues wide and glazed, glossed over with the tears that misted them. “i know – i know …” she muttered softly, allowing her head to lean into his palm, she reached up to take it, to feel that HE was real.
as if the thought of losing him hadn’t been enough, the thought of what was unknown might’ve been harder. she wanted to keep her HOPES up, but was unable to shake the fear of being faced with the WORST. “& i do hope you’re right. i’d left the castle so quickly, i hardly had the chance to say goodbye. what if this was my fault? the villagers never would have attacked had i not shown them.”
he’d forgotten the last time he had the soft innocent intimacy of holding another’s hand . candle holders could act as clasps but , as brass , his metallic hands were constantly held around the two candles at the end of each of his arms . her’s are soft , small ------ his fingers gently curl over her’s to reassure her of reality & he brings their hands then away from her face to rest against his chest .
❛ you could not predict what was to ‘appen . ❜ his reassurance is given with his very best effort though he knows so little of the situation , not even as to why belle left , to reply with anything better . he finds himself wishing mrs. potts were here . if anyone had the words to heal belle’s heart , she would . ❛ this is not your fault , mademoiselle , of that i am certain . ❜
the intro post you’ve all been waiting for . i’ve been saying that i’ll get this up for way to long now . . . it’s time ! time for everyone to learn about their favorite french candelabra . i’ve got a full backstory on lumiére that’s basically all simply headcanoned as we know nothing of his past , really , nor have i ever found information on him in any interviews or reading material . under the cut there are notes & headcanons i have for lumiére so you’ll have an idea of how i will be playing him ! sorry you’ve gotta read all this is you open this it . . . got long lmao .
WHY , WE ONLY LIVE TO SERVE !
he’s a bit . . . loud . a bit over the top . a bit daring . but he’s quite possibly one of the most friendly & hospitable people you’ll ever meet . lumiere has a contagious smile & charisma that can illuminate a whole room ! the suave charm that surrounds him makes it difficult to dislike him . not to mention that also , when he’s not a metallic decoration , there’s no denying that he’s a handsome face which makes him all the more inviting . lumiere is aware he’s handsome & aware he’s well liked . . . but he doesn’t let it go to his head horribly so . he may constantly catch his reflection in mirrors often & he may cast a wink to a girl who blushed when he caught her eye but he most certainly doesn’t think himself above people nor does he let anyone who doesn’t like him frustrate him . people will always have their own opinions ! really , though , he is a dream boy to probably a good 80% of the human population , if we’re being honest .
LUMIÉRE’S PAST : clearly this is all going to be about 90% just headcanoned backstory for him as we literally are given no information on him from anything i’ve read or watched . serving is in lumiére’s blood . his mother & father both worked in the household of the prince’s family & when lumiére was born he lived in the castle & learned his life as nothing else . **growing up not far in age from adam , lumiére was originally friends with the prince . after the death of adam’s mother , however , & his controlling father took over he claimed that being close friends with a serving boy was inappropriate of the prince & the pair was separated . lumiére became nothing but a servant & though he was bitter about it he did nothing , knowing the master of the castle could & would evict him if he protested & he had nowhere else to go . lumiére did rebel somewhat in his own way , though , especially when adam’s father died & left adam as sole master of the castle . he’d stick to how he liked to do things & his long term status at the castle & perhaps even lingering memories of friendship from adam kept him from serious consequences when his antics were discovered . he’d perhaps get yelled at but that was the worst of it , nothing more . when the curse hit his personality took no hit from it . & as the staff began to fall into despair about the situation & became disheartened , lumiére stepped up with his charm & infectious charisma to keep hope within the hearts of the staff even on the days he worried a girl to break the curse would never come . never once would lumiére let anyone ( save for cogsworth & mrs. potts , who he was closest to in the castle ) see any lack of hope in his spirit .
** this may be subject to change , as i’m waiting for full approval of the idea from the beast player !
LUMIÉRE’S FAMILY : lumiére may have been a handful but he was still truly beloved by his father & mother . his father was a chef in the castle & his mother a kitchen hand who worked with cutting fruits & rolling dough often , making lumiére quite popular with the staff in the kitchens . his father taught him to cook often & it is something lumiére enjoys doing & has quite the talent for but his brilliant light of a personality showed he was made for much more than living out his days within a hot kitchen . his father died when he was thirteen , being taken by the flu , & as for his mother she went into retirement when lumiére was eighteen & moved to more on the outskirts of villenuve where lumiére would be excused from his duties & allowed to visit her once a month , prince permitting . aside from his parents , though , lumiére’s family extends much far beyond . the rest of his family is simply one not his by blood . the other servants of the castle have always been his family . chefs are still soft on him , having known his father , & mrs. potts is practically his second mother . cogsworth , his closest friend , he would loosely call a brother . he knows the name of every one in the castle & would easily do just about anything for them if they asked it of him .
THE ENCHANTED FOREST : the final thing from his tale that he remembers is turning into a candelabra ------ permanently . taken just after the final petal fell , lumiére was sure they had not beaten the curse & he & the other’s time was now up . awakening here , now not only alive once more but flesh & bones he is completely convinced that the curse must have been broken . he is not completely used to not being made of brass , though , & not having flames just above his fingers . he will often forget & do things such as touch hot stoves or attempt to light things with his hand . being a candlestick for several years does mentally unbalance you somewhat .
MISCELLANEOUS HEADCANONS :
oh fucking boy is he a flirt . even to men sometimes , if suspects you swing that way . while respectful if you reject him , he is quite the charmer if you let him be . he’s had quite the amount of partners overtime , though one reoccuring one would be a maid at the castle named plumette . basing his flings of how lumiére is in the 1991 film rather than the 2017 one , while plumette & he do have something , courting women is his hobby . it’s not strange to see a girl sneaking out his chambers odd hours of the morning or him back into the castle & he’s said to have had affairs with even married women ( something hinted at by mrs. potts in the song human again from the 25th anniversary special ) so no one is safe .
if you’re close to him & he’s fond of you it’s second nature to him to somewhat pamper you . making sure you’re comfortable or doing things for you , even when not asked , is simply how he lives . he truly does only live to serve ! being as hospitable & welcoming as possible is his constant goal .
—– it was nice, to feel his arms around her. she felt as if they’d known one another from the start. seeing just ONE familiar face here eased her slightly. and okay, his face wasn’t exactly familiar, but it didn’t feel strange to see – not a single bit. finding herself clinging to him a tad, if he was there, that meant there was HOPE. a tear-filled laugh as she dropped her hands into his once she’d pulled away.
admittedly, & perhaps foolishly, she expected better news, something along the lines of what she wished to hear opposed to what response fell instead. she could see it coming, see it in his expressions much more easily read now than those of a candlestick. belle’s heart s a n k, she felt a d r o p in the pit of her stomach. as her eyes darted off away, a furrow in her brow, it became clear she was riddled with worry. she couldn’t, nor would she, mask her concern from him. by all accounts, he knew her better than that. “i’m afraid, lumiére… something terrible may have happened. i’d only just made it back to the castle… gaston was there – i SAW him fire the shot.”
her face falls & his heart aches at the sight . he wishes he could tell her he’s seen not only the prince but every one of their friends , anything to bring the light back to her features . his brows pull together & his lips pout . he knew nothing outside the battle in the main foyer , but he had seen this gaston fellow . he had looked cut from marble yet his face had been distorted with fury that made him something terrible . at news of the shot guilt fills his stomach for they had held off everyone else but he’d hardly noticed the mob’s leader was missing during the fight . a shot ------ he wants to believe the prince would survive , but knows better than that . surely , though , that wasn’t how the spell worked ! love would break it , not death . his lips press against each other to form a line & he takes in a deep breath . softly , he reaches to brush stray hairs from her cheek & capture her attention .
❛ oh no , mon chérie , you cannot think like that ! something must ‘ave happened , surely . why , the last thing i can possibly remember is the final petal falling ! we were all becoming nothing more than knick knacks , even myself . if i am ‘ere now then that must mean the others are somewhere , even the master , an’ if i am human than the curse must be broken ! ❜ hopeful ramblings that may just be a dreamer’s wish but he clings too hard to possibility of it . not just for her sake , but his own as well . the thought that he has lost all his most dear friends is one far too painful for him to accept .
“I- I don’t understand.” His voice was so soft, a whisper really, as his head flickered from side to side in confusion. Bright blue eyes moved frantically from the street to his soft hands, while his feet - not hoofs but feet - stepped erratically on the pavement. There was absolutely nothing familiar, not even the fragile human body he had not seen in years. In his confusion, his legs carried him the wrong way and he found himself running headfirst into another. “My apologies.” He managed to murmurer to the other.
his fingers fiddle with the buttons of the cuffs on his shirt . the feel of fresh , soft fabric truly is a wonder but the weather had him wanting the sleeves rolled . he wasn’t standing straight at an event at the castle , the slightest slack in his dress could be allowed & he himself was capable of dressing casual , shocking as it may be to most . his attention , so focused on tricky buttons , hardly sees the man barreling towards him until he’s suddenly stumbling back from the collision . he can hear a mumbled apology ( odd , the voice is familiar . . . ) & once he gathers himself he huffs & smiles , shaking his head as he dusts his shirt contently . ❛ not to worry , no damage done ! an’ i was at fault as well mon a --- ❜ looking up to the other ceases his tracks . his expression changes : shock & delight fill his expression . ❛ my prince ! ❜ it’s been years since he has seen this particular face but he’d sooner forget his own before he forgot the face of adam . not the beast , not anymore , prince adam ! ❛ you’re here ! ❜ he holds back the urge to envelop the man & instead tucks one arm across his middle & stretches the other to his side as he dips into a respectful bow . after a second he looks up then straightens , grin stretched & eyes gleaming . belle had said he had been shot but maybe . . . maybe she still saved them yet despite that . lumiére looks the prince over once before meeting his eyes again . ❛ the spell . . . it has been broken , then ? ❜
—– RELIEF washed over the young woman tenfold. if he was here, that meant the others must have been too, she’d find it safe to assume. soon enough, her eyes began to pool, glossed over with tears. while he’d held out his arms in pride, belle took that as an invitation to move forward, wrapping her arms tightly around his form in a hug. she laughed in spite of herself as the tears begin to roll down her cheeks, realizing it was silly really. “you’ve no idea how happy i am to see you, mon ami.” she closed her eyes and took in the moment, allowing a slight of worry to wash away. “does this mean … have you seen him?” she pulled herself away and looked upwards, sniffling as she wiped those relieved tears away. she was positive he’d know EXACTLY who she was speaking of, as light brown hues gazed up at him fully of hope. not at all realizing that she was getting ahead of herself.
laughter sings from him as she clings to him & in return he wraps her arms around her as well , holding her tight to his chest . laughter falls into chuckles then into silent happiness . her figure is small & soft & it’s all he could possibly want as his first real embrace in years . his nose buries in her hair --- she smells like . . . roses . yes , that’s what that scent was . or flowers , at least , he thinks . his sense of smell , though unused for quite sometime , has not forgotten so much . lumiére closes his eyes , unable to wipe away the smile across his cheeks if he tried . ❛ you as well , mon chérie . ❜ he feels her shift away & he loosens the embrace so they can part & she look up ( odd , since he’s used to being no taller than her knees ) to him . it’s a happy moment , & still is , but her question is a dampener on it . a click of his tongue & a sigh & his expression becomes more melancholy . ❛ i am afraid not , mademoiselle . yours is the only face i ‘ave seen from the castle since i have found myself here . ❜
Wendy raised her eyebrows pointedly. “Did you say something?” She asked, as she leaned forwards, absentmindedly pulling a dagger from one of her boots.
he’d been simply mumbling under his breath worries about the rest of the staff when she spoke & he glanced her way . he notices the dagger & quickly takes a step black , brows raised & hands held up in front of him . ❛ only but to myself , mademoiselle ! it was not’ing of importance , please , i do not think there is need for weapons . ❜
