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evermorehqs · 1 year
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CATCHING MY BREATH, STARING OUT AN OPEN WINDOW
Belle Desrosiers is based on Belle from Beauty and the Beast. She is a 33 year old human, bookstore owner, and uses she/her pronouns. She has no powers. Belle is portrayed by Dakota Johnson and she is taken.
CATCHING MY DEATH, AND I COULDN’T BE SURE
In a small quiet town in the countryside of France, you could almost hear a small child's voice ask if there was something more. For as far back as her memory allowed her to go, it had always been Belle and her father against the world. Or, in this case, the town she grew up in. It didn't take long for the young girl to be labeled strange because of her imagination, her voracity when it came to learning and reading - things that hadn't been deemed worth paying much attention too. Luckily her father disregarded those notions and pushed her to learn more, to strive to be more than what this town allowed her to be. While she slowly became more and more of a self-made outcast, Belle didn't mind. She chose to pursue knowledge over materialism, books were her comfort over people and that was perfectly fine by her. Education was her way out of her town and she happily packed her bags for university, her only qualm was leaving her father behind but she convinced herself that he would be fine. He'd always been fine, content with the small town in a way Belle never could be. But she was wrong.
University and jobs afterward had kept her from home for longer than expected and by the time she returned home, her father was gone. And he wasn't the only one who had seemed to disappear. No one had been able to help her find him or the mysterious man who lived on the hill close by, though they tried, so she set off on her own. Her search for Maurice led her to Evermore and the moment she reached out to embrace him, Belle found their positions swapped - quite literally, almost like magic. Her father stood outside of the town and she stood within it. Trapped. For some reason beyond her comprehension, Maurice wasn't able to come into Evermore and she wasn't able to leave and she was forced to settle in until they could figure out how to be reunited once more. The thing was, outside of her father, Belle could hardly remember anything else about her life before arriving here. France was a distant memory but her comfort in books did not leave. Her proclivity for being different, for remaining staunchly independent - all of that followed her. She might not have all the answers yet, but nothing was going to stop her from finding them. No matter how many pages she had to read, Belle would stop at nothing to be with her father one more time.
I HAD A FEELING SO PECULIAR
❀ Colette Tatou: Another strong French woman? Belle couldn't help but find some solace in her company. She also seems to scare people away but for a different reason and it's nice not to be alone
❀ Dewford 'Dewey' Duck: There's a vibe of being stuck that Belle has noticed in Dewey whenever she picks up her coffee from him, one that she feels a camaraderie with, as though there's something big right around the corner
❀ Rapunzel Gothel: Neither one of them seems to be that good with people but Belle might have a leg up on Rapunzel and she's happy to give her some advice when it comes to social cues
THAT THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE
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swanimagines · 3 years
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IMAGINE LINGUINI AND COLETTE FINDING OUT ABOUT YOUR EPILEPSY AFTER YOU HAVE A SEIZURE AT WORK.
the gif is mine!
requested by @sacredwarrior88
“They should have told us.” Colette paced at the hospital hallway, making already nervous Linguini feel even more restless. “What if they had gotten that seizure when they were alone? Or if they had accidentally stabbed themselves?”
“Maybe they didn’t know they had it? It doesn’t sound like Y/N to leave things like that untold.” Linguini proposed and Colette paused, looking at Linguini, before she collapsed on a chair beside him.
It was partly true. You hadn’t had a seizure in years, so you thought that you no more had it, and that’s why you didn’t feel the need to tell anyone about it, you hardly remembered having it in the first place yourself. Of course it was silly, but now you had learned from your mistake.
You just hoped that you’d be able to continue your career as an aspiring chef... and that you hadn’t spooked your friends too badly.
Tags: @captainshazamerica @bravelittlesunflower @lxncelot @musicallisto @multifandomlover121 @randomfandomimagine @mirroredpaladin
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heirsrpg · 2 years
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REMY BELU is the best friend and business partner of Alfredo Linguini and Colette Tatou-Linguini, as well as their son Angelo’s godfather. He’s also the head chef of their restaurant, La Ratatouille, named for his signature dish. When Remy moved to Auradon City from the Toinette countryside all those years ago, he had hoped to become a chef in some capacity- food has always been his passion, and cooking his greatest talent- but he never imagined that he would have quite the success he has now. For a kid who came from nothing, being one of the most renowned chefs in all of Auradon is one impressive feat.
Still, Remy tries to stay humble and connected to his roots. He still talks to his father and brother regularly, and shares credit for his success with Alfredo and Colette. He acts as an honorary uncle to Angelo, playing with the kid when he can and showing him simple recipes to try in the kitchen. Remy tries not to fear the returning villains too much- after all, he’s not one of the ones they seek revenge upon- but deep down, he wonders if all of this success could be taken away from him as quickly as it came.
Remy's face claim is JABOUKIE YOUNG-WHITE and he is OPEN TO APPLICATIONS.
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swanimagines · 4 years
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[x][x] IMAGINE BEING AN AFRICAN-AMERICAN CHEF AND INTRODUCING COLETTE AND LINGUINI TO SOUL FOOD.
requested by @sacredwarrior88
“Have you ever tasted soul food?” you inquired as you put up your plates of corn pudding, chicken macaroni and cheese, fried chicken and buttermilk biscuits.
Linguini and Colette glanced at each other before looking back at the plates.
“No, but it looks good.” Linguini admitted and Remy leaned forward on Linguini’s shoulder to look at the food too.
“Well, we could stare at it or you could taste it.” you smiled and watched as Linguini and Colette took forks and put some of the corn pudding into their mouths.
Suddenly, Colette slapped her hand onto her mouth and let out a muffled “it’s so good!”
“Thank you, I take it that I succeeded in this then?”
“Yes, you most certainly did!” Linguini smiled as he took another bite from the fried chicken. “It’s settled, you’ll be doing this for my birthday.”
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swanimagines · 4 years
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IMAGINE COLETTE FINDING OUT THAT YOU HAVE TYPE 1 DIABETES.
[x] requested by @sacredwarrior88 | Colette Tatou & reader | Ratatouille
A/N: I tried to research diabetes a bit since I don’t know anyone who has it but I’m sorry if this is still inaccurate. But I hope you like it!
After you had looked a bit dizzy and left the vegetables to the table as you walked to the break room, Colette was a little worried. She hadn’t seen you doing that before so she rushed after you, and she stepped into the office to see you stabbing yourself to the stomach with something.
“Y/N?” she asked, and you turned your gaze to her. You had a chocolate chip cookie beside you and Colette took in a big breath, realizing what it was about.
“I have diabetes”, you stated, confirming Colette’s assumptions as she looked at your insulin pen you still were holding in your hand. “Maybe being a cook isn’t the best career option when I have that but… it’s what called me, I’ve always loved cooking and food, even with this condition.”
Colette smiled at you lightly. “If it’s something that calls you, you should follow it. I’m sure your condition won’t bother anyone.”
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swanimagines · 4 years
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IMAGINE COLETTE AND LINGUINI COMFORTING YOU WHEN YOU FIND OUT THAT YOUR MOTHER (WHO WAS A WELL-RESPECTED RESTAURANT OWNER) PASSED AWAY.
[x] requested by @sacredwarrior88 | Colette Tatou, Alfredo Linguini & reader | Ratatouille
Warnings: Angst, mentions of death
A/N: I hope you like it!
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“Hey, Y/N, is everything alright?” Linguini approached you as he found you standing in the break room, just staring blankly at the wall. You didn’t know what to answer at first - your personal life shouldn’t be coming to your work place, but on the other hand, you had come to your work place to ask for a time-off.
Your mother had passed away the night before, she had gotten a cerebral infarction while she was sleeping. You got some kind of comfort from the fact she had gone while sleeping, but it still, of course, hurt. The situation felt surreal, and you had walked to your workplace, Ratatouille, like you were in an automatic mode. You didn’t think of anything, the news were still sinking in. And now Linguini was there, watching you as you slowly turned your head towards him, not looking at him but letting him know that you acknowledge he’s there. And then you said it, those two words that felt like a nightmare.
“Mom’s gone.”
Linguini stared at you, not registering what you said at first. But when he finally did, he blinked. “What?”
You scoffed. “Mom’s gone, didn’t you hear me? Mom is gone. She died last night.”
Silence engulfed you, and you bit the insides of your cheek. And without a warning, Linguini stepped forward and brought you to a hug. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”
His hug seemed to burst the shock and you broke down into tears. The sight of Linguini holding you seemed to get Colette’s attention and she came to the office too, staring at the sight in bewilderment.
“What happened?” she asked, and Linguini turned his gaze to her.
“Y/N’s mom has died.”
Colette didn’t waste any time after hearing that, and she too stepped forward to hug you. She wasn’t normally affectionate, but  she cared for you. You were always kind and hard-working - and hearing your mother, the owner of the restaurant at the other side of Paris had died, struck her too.
They both were holding you there, letting your tears stain their uniforms and muttering comforting words to you. They assured you that you wouldn’t have to be alone, that they’ll help you as much as they could and you’d get paid even when you were on a sick leave so you could take care of yourself. And hearing that, knowing they cared for you even when you were “just” a worker there, made you feel slightly better. The situation was a nightmare, but you had a twinkle of hope that you would raise from there eventually.
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