#ship: musicbelle

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EVERYBODY LOOK AT MY PARENTS NOW

Art credit to @honeysgalaxy ily bestie <33

@floof-ghostie @calciumcryptid @jasontoddssuper @theautisticcentre @moonage-gaydream

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If there's one thing about Darius, it's that he's never beating the religious upbringing allegations

If Edward and Mona are a fox and a rabbit, what are Darius and Christine?

Hmmm... I think Darius and Christine would have a Shephard dog and Lamb type of relationship? Idk I think Darius is the type to be "submissive in the way a guard dog is submissive", you know?

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Music Meister accidentally uses his powers on Christine once and goes through four of the five stages of grief about it while getting her expensive gifts as compensation.

@floof-ghostie @calciumcryptid @mayameanderings

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Birds of a Feather Rarely Differ

Synopsis: Halle doesn't trust anyone with Christine's whereabouts--especially her suitor.

Halle was glad that Christine left for Chicago even if she would miss the smaller woman's singing. After all the shows she'd been headlining, she earned a well deserved vacation. Even the best singers needed a vocal rest.

In the meantime, Halle went back to her work as a model. She'd just gotten done with a shoot when her assistant came in to her dressing room.

"Miss Jefferson, you have a visitor."

Halle's eyes narrowed and her eyebrows pinched. I thought I made it clear that I don't take visits during work hours unless it's business related. The sound of approaching footsteps made her more suspicious of this unexpected visitor. And she was right when she saw who walked through the door.

"Hello, Miss Jefferson."

It just fucking had to be you, Halle cursed at herself. "Mr. Chapel."

"Please call me Darius." Darius stood across from her, almost blocking the door. Somehow his outfits got more ridiculous everytime she saw him because of the purple pinstripe suit with his signature lime green and black accents he wore.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Halle. I know how you feel about having guests while working but this is important." Darius tipped his hat probably only because her assistant was still there. Had they been alone, no such pleasantries would be exchanged.

Halle took notice of the little swan shaped pin in his pocket square, which made his intentions clear. But rather than let him know she knew, she'd pull it out of him. "Which is?"

"Your friend Belle." Darius gripped onto his cane.

"What about her?"

"She hasn't been to the club today and no one will tell me why." There was something in his tone that made Halle recoil. She'd had her fair share of intimidation but Darius was something else entirely. He spoke like a covertly relentless predator on the hunt for his missing prey. "I figured you'd know since you're her closest friend."

Halle knew it. Ever since the day he introduced himself to Christine, he"d been keeping a keen eye on her. In fact, he was the reason she was headlining so many shows for the past two weeks. One of those was an act called "White Swan" which Darius seemed to be a big fan of.

"Honestly, Darius, I don't think I have any reason to tell you."

Darius's eyebrows furrowed. Seems like everybody wanted to keep secrets from him today, especially the management of the club. Luckily, he'd have that sorted out in no time. "Why not?"

"Maybe I just don't feel like it." Halle leaned against the vanity, hoping to keep her composure inconspicuous. She'd rather die than ever tell him where in the world Christine was. His fixation with her was borderline obsession, the last thing Halle wanted for her dear friend.

"That's a little unfair, don't you think?" The sudden drop of his voice almost scared the life out of Halle. Despite his obscured eyes, Halle could feel the pierce of his gaze on her. "As her...boss, I deserve to know."

Before Halle could say anything, her assistant came back to inform her of another shoot. Taking one last glance at the man, Halle swiftly left the room and headed to the shoot.

Darius grimaced. Nobody wants to tell me? Fine, I can wait. In the meantime, I'll make sure there are some very different faces running things at the club.

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Performance of a Lifetime [MusicBelle]

Belle Holiday's performance is interrupted by an uninvited guest.

AKA Jay tries to write singing in word form

"I put a spell on you because you're mine." Belle sang, slowly danced to the piano like there was an invisible partner gliding along to her movements.

Her jewels glimmered in the color changing lights, creating an even more dazzling show. Belle's outfit was equally as angelic as she was, and even more so once she pulled out her fans. It was her last performance of the night, after all. Why not go all out?

"Stop the things you do, watch out, I ain't lying." Belle swayed and rolled her hips. "I can't stand no runnin' around. I can't stand no puttin' me down."

"I put a spell on you because you're mine, oh yeah!"

Both Belle and the audience looked to see the theater doors thrown open.

A tall, redheaded man made his way down the aisle, singing along to the song. His eyes were obscured by a pair of glasses with a quaver. The thing that caught Belle's attention the most was the gap in his teeth.

That's cute, she thought to herself. "Who are you?"

"I'm the Music Meister," the man sang. "And you are all my pawns."

The crowd went from confusion and shock to obedience--eyes glowing green. They lost all emotion in their faces and began to sing along with him.

"He's the Music Meister!"

"As I regale you with my story, know you have no choice but to do my bidding when you hear this booming voice!"

However, Belle's face stayed exactly the same. While she found his voice alluring, she wasn't affected like the pianist and her audience were. The Music Meister must've taken notice of this since he looked confused.

"And what of you, my angel of music?"

Belle furrowed her eyebrows. "I don't appreciate you crashing my show and hypnotizing my patrons."

Music Meister's eyes widened in shock. For such a calm lady, her voice was firm and icy. Then, an idea came to his head.

"Then sing with me and I promise no harm will come to them."

The pianist played the pipe organ as Music Meister and Belle stood across from each other. She recognized the tune as the song to Phantom of the Opera.

"In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came. A voice that calls to me, and speaks my name," Belle sang as she danced to the music. "And do I dream again? For now I find the Phantom of the Opera is there inside my mind."

Meister belted, "Sing once again with me, our strange duet. My power over you grows strong again. And though you turn from me to glance behind, the Phantom of the Opera is there inside your mind."

Belle slightly yelped as he pulled her close to him. Though he easily towered over her, he touched her gently like she was made of glass.

"Those who have seen your face draw back in fear. I am the mask you wear."

"It's me they hear."

"My spirit and your voice in one combined," they sang in unison, slow dancing to the song. "The Phantom of the Opera is there inside my mind."

The crowd joined in, "The Phantom of the Opera. The Phantom of the Opera."

Belle was mesmerized until Meister whispered in her ear, "Time to shine, doll."

Slightly embarrassed by the nickname, Belle began singing the high notes of Christine's part. Her singing must've impressed the musical intruder.

"Sing, my angel of music."

Belle sang higher.

"Sing, angel, sing for me."

She went higher.

"Sing, my angel! Sing for me!"

Belle reached deep into her chords and did the highest note she could. Her voice echoed throughout the theater, breaking Music Meister's hypnosis on the audience. Before Belle could react, thunderous applause and cheers and whistles roared.

"Thank you! Thank you!" Music Meister bowed.

Belle bowed as well, since she might as well go along with the act. Roses even found their way onto the stage. Hopefully she'd be able to play it off as a surprise guest or a fan.

"How'd you resist?" Music Meister whispered. "I've never had anyone do that."

"I lost almost half of my hearing in a car accident," Belle explained. "I can still hear things pretty well, but nothing too soft or hard."

Music Meister hummed. But for some reason, he couldn't be mad at this woman. Instead, he found her and her voice fascinating. He'd have to come to this theater more often.

"May I know your name?"

Belle swore he sounded Cajun in his speaking voice, but today was already weird enough. "Belle. Belle Holiday."

"Your real name, chere."

Just as I suspected. "Why? You gonna tell the cops?"

Music Meister chuckled slightly. "No. I want to remember you...and maybe come see you again."

Belle leaned in towards his ear and whispered, "Christine. Christine Bennett."

"Well then, Miss Holiday," Music Meister tipped his hat. "I'll be seeing you again very soon." He then disappeared.

A small smile curled Belle's lips. Even if she was still pissed that her show was interrupted, she couldn't deny she had fun. Not to mention she found Music Meister's gap tooth cute.

Maybe I will.

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SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP FALLING ON THE FLOOR /pos

IT'S THEM IT'S THEM THE MARRIED COUPLE MY BARBIE AND HER KEN THE OTP

@insomniac-jay It is them.

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All of my DC oc x canon m/f ships are the definition of "We've all seen the photos and she's absolutely gorgeous. He's just...there."

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Singing My Life With His Words

Synopsis: Christine's parents are gone for the weekend, and it brings an unexpected guest to her door.

@mayameanderings @floof-ghostie @calciumcryptid @biandbored

Chicago was a beautiful city, Darius had to admit. It reminded him of a colder version of West Baton Rogue. As much as would've loved to take a nice tour of the city and see what it had to offer, he was only here for one purpose: his love. Amazing how easy it was to get his hands on Christine's information using her driver's license.

Christine hummed to herself as she cleaned the dishes. Soft music played from the living room. With her parents away, responsibilities of the house fell on her. Not that she minded, though, since she was only living with them until she found a good place in Central City. Afterwards, she'd pack her things and head out.

As she finished the last of the dishes, a familiar song came on.

"Strumming my pain with his fingers. Singing my life with his words. Killing me softly with his song."

The song was a personal favorite of Christine's ever since she was young, but tonight it hit different for some reason.

Christine hugged herself like there were a pair of arms wrapping around her and holding her to a strong chest. Cologne lingered, filling her senses. Silky hair brushing against her face.

She was thinking of him again.

During their last encounter, he was hiding from the authorities but still found the time for a romantic rendezvous with her. Sometimes she wanted to know just exactly who he was before he became the Music Meister.

Darius...

Sighing, Christine prepared to retire for the night. As she passed by the window leading to the fire escape, a voice from outside filled her ear.

"Strumming your pain with my fingers. Singing your life with my words. Killing you softly with my song. Killing you softly with my song. Telling your whole life with my words."

Christine gasped as she pushed back the curtains. "Darius?!"

Darius smirked, taking a bow in the process. "The one and only, doll."

"What are you doing here?" Christine asked while letting him in. She hadn't even told him where she was from nor where she lived. Part of her wondered if she should change out of the lacy nightgown and into something more modest.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm here to see you." He took her hand in his, planting a kiss to her knuckles. "This is a nice place you've got."

"It isn't mine. My parents are away for the weekend." It always made Christine a little woozy how much taller Darius was than some of the men she encountered before. "I wouldn't steal anything if I were you. My mama will know and she don't care if you're the maestro of villainy."

Darius smiled. "Wouldn't dream of it."

"I wanna know something, Darius."

"Anything."

"Why did you become the Music Meister?"

The two were sitting on Christine's bed. Darius went silent, worrying Christine. Darius liked to talk, to boast. He prided himself on talking the talk and walking the walk. Never was he silent.

Bad idea, she thought to herself.

"Sorry if that's-"

"I used to be a star," Darius spoke. His voice was full of solemn. "I had the best career in the world. Movies, TV shows, but most importantly: the stage. Just like my mother, grandmother, and grandfather once did."

"I can imagine you were the best actor on Broadway and beyond," Christine said.

"Not just the best, I was the king. Everyone knew my name. They loved me. But that was all a facade to hide what was really going on. I was being used."

Christine's eyes went wide. "Used?"

"Yes. I'd been rejected many times because I was blind but that never deterred me. Eventually I was discovered by a man named," venom filled Darius's voice as he said the next part, "Walter Shelby."

Christine felt like she'd been stabbed. In the past, she'd worked at a few of Shelby's clubs as a performer. He always seemed so nice, especially to her...

"Mr. Shelby?"

"Yes. When he heard me sing, he just had to get me, promising me fame and fortune if I signed on with him." Darius balled his fist. Some nights, he thought about where he'd be if he never accepted the offer. "Foolishly, I fell for it. He kept his promise only to use it to destroy me. Him and his lackeys."

Christine squeezed his hand as Darius talked about his exploitation at the hands of Walter Shelby. She couldn't even begin to imagine how betrayed he must've felt. All his hard work gone to waste in a second. It also made her look at Shelby differently despite the many kindnesses he showed her.

Suddenly, Darius turned deathly serious. "Don't let his smile fool you, Christine. He'll exploit you until you're useless to him. Afterwards, he'll throw you to the wolves."

"I won't-"

"No, you don't understand. I don't kill people, but I will if he even stole as much as a penny from you."

Christine didn't know what to say. She didn't want Shelby, for all his bad behavior, to be killed nor did she want Darius to kill anyone, especially in her name.

"I...okay."

"Now then," Darius stood up. "I'm thirsty and hungry! Got anything I can make?"

"C-check the fridge," Christine mumbled, still trying to process what Darius said to her. She looked at him as he walked out her room.

It was amazing the duality of man. How he could switch from one emotion to another in the blink of an eye and leave her with more questions. How Darius made her question everything she thought she knew about the industry she worked in, and the people she encountered.

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In That Moment When I Feel Your Touch [MusicBelle]

After successfully escaping Belle Reve, Music Meister has finally found his way back to Central City--and to the woman he loves most.

Misc: This is in response to the wonderful MusicBelle edits @calciumcryptid made

Title taken from Be My Queen by Seafret

@honeysgalaxy

Everything went exactly according to plan. A riot broke out and led to a breakout but he stayed. Even helped out the guards a bit. As a reward for doing so, he was awarded early parole. But little did the inmates, guards, and board know, they played right into Darius's hands.

It was hell avoiding guards, police dogs, and even the national guard on his way back to Central City, but he was a guy who could manage.

Now, he was finally here.

"Thanks for the clothes and car," Darius said while lifting up the trunk of a police cruiser he stole. Inside was a tied up cop who Darius got to test his powers on now that the power suppression collar was off. "Unfortunately, it's curtains for you, pig."

Slamming the trunk down, Darius pushed the car into a nearby ditch before burning the blue shirt, badge, and walkie-talkie.

Dressed only in a white wife beater and black pants, Darius made his way to his first destination.

Christine hummed, lighting candles throughout the house. Not for any special occasion or anything, but because she bought some new beeswax candles she wanted to try. The last one was by a collage of pictures of her and Darius on their wedding day.

"Oh, Darius..." she lamented.

It'd been a year since he's been in Belle Reve. Last she heard was of a massive breakout at the prison, but Darius stayed, which granted him early parole. Christine wanted to buy or rent a place down there for when he was released, but Darius insisted she stay in Central City.

She stroked his face with her thumb. "I pray that you're alright, Darius."

"And your prayers have been answered."

Strong arms wrapped around her as a figure pulled her close to its chest. Her eyes looked up to see a familiar pair she'd come to love.

"Darius!"

"Hello, doll." Darius held his wife close to him. Oh how he missed those beautiful brown eyes and full pearlescent lips. "I missed you so much."

"Me too! How did you get out Louisiana?" Christine held onto him like she'd lose him again at any second. She didn't dare ask if she was dreaming; instead keeping herself in his touch.

"Let's just say the board played their role beautifully." Darius picked her up bridal style. She was still the same chubby, plump Christine as always, which brought him joy.

The two engaged in a long, passionate kiss. Christine ran her fingers through his fiery red hair while Darius gently held her waist. God, it felt like they hadn't done it in forever with the way their lips melted into each other's. Prison completely messed up Darius's perception of time.

"I think I deserve a proper homecoming. I thought I'd go crazy without you in there."

Christine kissed Darius again. Though she fully didn't know how he got out of Louisiana, she was glad he was home safely. Not to mention he looked great in a tank top. "Want me to sing for you?"

Darius smirked.

"Oh yes. We're gonna let everyone know the Music Meister is back in town."

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MusicBelle Shenanigans w/ @honeysgalaxy

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Visiting Hours [MusicBelle]

Belle heads down to Louisiana to visit her husband.

Misc: I really should start calling Belle by her real name when I'm writing her either not performing or interacting with a famous person, I am going to make Darius start speaking in Southern Subtext™️ with translations

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Rain poured from the skies, wetting the road leading to the prison. Thunder roared and lightning flashed above a black car making its way down.

Not that the weather mattered to Christine, aka Belle Holiday. She was only coming here for one thing, or rather a person: her husband Darius. Rain or shine, she'd be there as best as she could.

The car came to a stop at the gates. Two armed guards stood watch, guns in hand. Christine reached in her wallet to pull out her ID. Just in time, too, since one of the guards came up to her window.

"Christine Chapel." She handed him the card.

After a quick verification, the metal doors slowly opened. Christine drove through to a parking space near the entrance. She then got out the car and headed towards the front.

"Name and reason for visiting." The guy at the front desk asked once she was indoors.

"Chapel. I'm here to visit my husband." Christine stated. Her eyes trailed down to her wedding ring. The greatest gift Darius ever gave her. A promise and a commitment.

"Visitation area is down the hall to your right, ma'am."

As Christine walked away from his desk, she heard him mumble.

"You look the kind of broad he'd marry."

The comment stung a little. But she had better things to look forward to than that. Upon entering the visitation area, she caught some attention. How couldn't she when she was wearing an expensive looking jacket in rainy, Southern weather?

Christine took a seat at an empty booth and waited for Darius to arrive. While doing so, another woman struck up a conversation with her.

"You waitin' on your man, too, sugar?"

"Yeah. He's been in here for four months."

"I feel you. Mine is approachin' the end of his sentence. It ain't easy for ladies like us who love guys like this." The woman crossed her legs. She let out a sigh. "They're good men to us, but everybody knows them as the bad guy. Worst mine ever did was blow up a federal reserve."

Before Christine could ask, a buzzer rang. A new group of prisoners were brought in--Darius among them.

When Darius saw Christine, he swore in that moment he wanted to break through the glass and scoop her into his arms. Four months of dull routine and horrible prison food were worth it now that his wife, his angel of music, was here. She came from Central City all the way to Louisiana just to be with him.

"Christine!"

"Darius!"

A wave of relief and comfort washed over Christine when she saw Darius again. Last time they saw each other was the day of his trial, a devastating day for both of them. At least Darius still looked and sounded like himself.

"Oh, doll, how I wish I could kiss those lips and sing to you," Darius motioned to the collar around his neck. "But I can't. I'm surprised I can even still talk with how tight this thing is."

"I miss you, Darius," Christine confessed. "I miss you a lot."

"I miss you too, doll." Darius stroked her cheek through the glass. Life at Belle Reve was so dull. Days full of boring routine rewarded with horrible prison food and limited freedoms. Couldn't they have sent him somewhere closer to home?

"Maybe you will. They did say you have the possibility of parole." Christine held the phone to her ear. "How's it feel to be back in the bayou?"

Darius frowned. "Sometimes you don't remember things as well as you used to. Not even the gumbo." (Translation: I fucking hate it here. Everything sucks and if I have to spend another hour in here, I might just go insane).

Christine hummed, "That's terrible. Did you at least make some friends?"

"Green is not their color. Hopefully it doesn't become their signature looks." (Translation: A lot of the inmates are jealous because I only got three years, even without the parole).

Darius leaned back in his seat to examine what his wife wore. Christine looked so lovely in the jacket she wore yet here he was in an orange prison uniform. The only time he shouldn't be in his best looks was when they were in bed together or alone.

"Some of the other prisoners think I'm a pushover, too."

Christine thought hell froze over. Darius Chapel, a pushover? Never! If there was something Darius wanted, he'd do anything to get it. Amplified when it's something she wanted.

"Well, they clearly don't know you."

"Oh, they never could hold me up, cher, but I will let them go." (Translation: I wish these motherfuckers would try me. I may not have my powers, but I'm not out of options).

A small smile curled onto her lips. "That's good. I don't want you getting in trouble."

That's the hardest part, doll, Darius said to himself. I never told them I'm married because I know they might try to go after you.

"But enough about me. I'm more interested in hearing about you, doll." Darius placed his feet up on the counter. "What's been going on since I've been out of town?"

Christine told him about the support she received in the days after he was sent to Belle Reve. Mostly from her friends, but her parents did offer their condolences. She also told him about her upcoming performances.

"I...I've also been looking to buy a house down here. Or at least rent a place."

Darius's eyes widened. "Why, doll?"

"For when you get released," Christine replied.

That's right. I forgot I won't be able to leave without my officer's permission, Darius grit his teeth. One of these idiots better be planning something so I can make my stay here shorter.

After almost an hour, the buzzer rang again. Darius blew a kiss to Christine as he got up. He chuckled when he saw her flustered face.

"We'll meet again one day, doll. See you next time."

"See you. I love you."

"I love you too, doll." Darius joined the exiting prisoners. In his mind, an escape plan was brewing. There's no way he would spend a year, let alone three, in this hellhole. Sooner or later, things would become restless which set the perfect tone for his plan. All he needed to do was wait for the right moment.

Christine glanced down at one of her wedding pictures. Darius was feeding her a fork full of cake when it was taken and became a personal favorite. With a smile, she started the car and drove towards the gates.

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Les secrets que je cache

Synopsis: an angel descends into hell

Part of the Phantom of the Cabaret AU

@floof-ghostie @mayameanderings @calciumcryptid

"I'm not letting you stay here, Belle."

"Please, Halle. I'll be quick, I promise." Belle pouted, poking out her lip like a child having a tantrum. The expression made Halle relent and sigh in defeat.

"Fine, but you get ten minutes then we're leaving." Halle looked at the time on the nearby clock. The club had been long closed and the night shift janitor would arrive soon to clean up. Why her friend wanted to meet with him now, she'd never understand. "But I will come get you if I have to."

Belle beamed. "I promise you won't have to!"

She then quickly made her way to the back of the house. To where the door leading to the alleged underground speakeasy was. When she got there, she was surprised to find it unblocked and unlocked. Usually, it'd be sealed off for everybody else but the managers.

Carefully, Belle pushed open the door and was greeted by a winding stone staircase. Thankfully it was illuminated by candles and even had a nearby lantern just in case. Placing a hand on the wall for stability, Belle made her way down. As she did, the soft sounds of jazz music filled her ears. She wasn't familiar with the voice or the man who it belonged to, but it sounded so heavenly.

Finally she reached the final stair, and the speakeasy as a whole. Her eyes widened at the sight of the place. It was beautiful. The walls were a rich purple, seats velvet, and the furniture was made of a dark wood that couldn't have been oak. She expected it to look exactly like the rumors and whispers around the topside said it did, a lawless--and godless--place, Hell on earth even. Instead, it was even more finely furnished than the cabaret club.

Belle shook her head to regain focus. She came down here for one purpose only: to see Darius. The last thing she wanted was for Halle to have to come and get her.

Belle made haste in looking for Darius's office. She was careful not to break anything or make any sudden noises. As she came upon a slightly open door, a loud voice rang out.

"Don't try to get smart with me, Nygma!"

Both frightened and curious, Belle peeked into the room to see Darius talking to a few men. One of them must've made him mad with the way a vein was about to appear on his forehead.

"Why would I?" One of the men taunted Darius. He wore an almost entirely green suit with splashes of purple here and there. If she had to guess, that was Nygma.

"You couldn't be a star like your dearest mommy so you started bootlegging. The joke writes itself, Darius."

Before Darius could say anything else, a gloved hand went on his shoulder. An older man with glasses and a brown fedora outlined with gold shook his head.

"Don't. You know he loves to hear himself speak," he said.

Those words seemingly calmed Darius down. "Right. Back to business. I gave you all a fair cut based on the level of work. Kingor gets ten percent for keeping the ledgers, Nygma gets thirty for transporting, you, Crane, get forty for production, and I get twenty for selling."

Belle watched in disbelief. Was he talking about bootlegging? Were those men his associates?

"Forty isn't enough. Demand is growing and my pay isn't matching the workload." The man who must've been Crane spoke. His voice sent chills down Belle's spine. How could someone make a Southern accent sound so...intimidating?

"We had an agreement when we first went into business, Crane, but if you so need it, I'll find a way to increase your pay."

"Mine too," Nygma chimed in. "I have a new lady love, and well, no woman should be buying herself diamonds."

Belle looked at the time on the clock. One minute left. Disappointed, she took one last look at Darius before silently making her way back to the staircase. But what she saw, she could never forget. She heard some bad things about Darius, but always dismissed them as rumors. Now that brought his infatuation into question.

Did he really love her? Was there some ulterior motive to all the gifts he showered her with? So many questions, too little answers.

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I know it doesn't sound like that from the way I talk about them, but Belle and Darius are like. An actual married couple. Like legally. Wedding pictures and all.

So when he refers to Belle as his wife, he's being deadass.

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MusicBelle Headcanons

- Even before they start dating, Belle lowkey finds Darius cute because of his gap teeth. It reminds her of a boy she had a crush on when she was younger

- Darius towers over Belle at 6'4" which leads to him nicknaming her doll not only because of her short stature, but also because she actually looks like a human sized doll in his eyes

- Okay but has anyone noticed that Darius lowkey looks like a 1920s gangster and one of Belle's performance outfits looks like a 1920s flapper???

- Belle is the only one who has seen Darius's eyes without the glasses. She's the only one he'll let even touch them

- Darius doesn't have the heart to use his powers on Belle--not even if she asks him to. Not only because she'll beat his ass (even if he is built like a brick shithouse), but he wants her to sing for him on her own volition.

- Speaking of which, you know that part of the Phantom of the Opera song where Erik tells Christine to sing for him? That's Darius with Belle and her Mariah Carey level high notes

- Darius has asked Belle to be his sidekick on numerous occasions but she turns it down because she'd rather continue being netural and living her life. Darius understands but still wants her at his side sometimes

- Belle: *needs to reach something on the shelf* Darius with no hesitation:

- Darius's favorite outfit of Belle's is the one that looks like what Normani wore in the Diamonds music video. He's currently trying to convince her to wear it for him during more...personal times

- Might be just bc I'm currently listening to it, but Love You Like a Love Song is the ship from Belle's perspective and Take My Love by Frank Sinatra is from Darius's

- Artists mutuals, I am in mighty NEED of a MusicBelle redraw of this

@floof-ghostie @calciumcryptid @jasontoddssuper @honeysgalaxy

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Listening to Phantom of the Opera and thinking about Darius and Belle singing it during their first meeting