16 April 2014 @ 11:02 pm
Upside Down [7a/?]  
Title: Upside Down
Author: [livejournal.com profile] kaossbells & [livejournal.com profile] mcsparklez
Beta: the beautiful [livejournal.com profile] gypsyjaeger
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Belldom
Summary: Based on the mkmeme prompt: A rich music collector has almost everything he ever craved for, almost. One special object is still missing in his collection: Matthew Bellamy!
Warnings: language, violence
Feedback: Is like Matt Bellamy bathing in red glitter; fabulous.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and has never happened. We do not own any of the people mentioned and do not mean to offend.
Author’s note: Split into two parts because it just. wouldn't. end. Million thanks to everyone who's reading and we hope you enjoy.

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3a] [Chapter 3b] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5a] [Chapter 5b] [Chapter 6]

17.08.2013 - London


Dom looked around frantically. He couldn’t make out where his best friend’s voice had come from, it must have been somewhere close. But where?

“Dom!” He heard it again, this time more pained. He had to find Matt. He had to find him now and bring him home. “Please! Oh god, help me. Help me, Dom!”

“Matt! Where are you?” he finally shouted back and waited for a reply. When none came, he ran around aimlessly, hoping to find any sign of the singer. Just when he was about to lose hope, he saw a light shining to his right. Not wasting any more time, the blonde sprinted in that direction, two figures coming into his view. He could make out a clearly injured Matt lying on the floor and someone towering above him, holding something that looked suspiciously like a knife. So close, so close, so close. Picking up speed, he had nearly reached his friend when he ran into something and flopped back on his arse. When the blonde got back up and inspected the invisible wall closer he realised that it was glass that separated him from the other two men.

“Matt!” He shouted again and punched the divider as hard as he could. It seemed as if neither of the two could hear Dom, as if the glass wall divided them into 2 different worlds, but Dom could hear just fine. And oh god, he wished he didn’t have to, because Matt was crying out his name over and over again, begging him to help him, save him. When the knife cut into the back of his right hand and then sliced up to his wrist, Matt screamed and Dom couldn’t help but scream with him.

The blond walked away from the glass to gain some momentum and throw himself against the wall. After trying it twice, he shouted in frustration. The material wouldn’t budge. “Don’t worry, Matt. I’m coming. Just hang on.”

Another cry from Matt when the dark man plunged the knife into his shoulder spurred Dom on to give it another try. He walked back and ran towards the glass, throwing his whole weight and determination against it. He fully expected to bounce off again, but this time he managed to destroy the glass and jump through. Quickly getting back to his feet, he ran over to Matt who was alone by now, lying on his side and whimpering quietly. The blonde turned him around carefully, whispering “Matt, I’m here now…” before stroking the singer’s cheek.


He didn’t expect Matt to turn away from him then, and he didn’t expect him to weakly slap away his hand either.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered before he tried to take Matt in his arms again.

The singer, however, only had a cold stare left for his band mate. “You left me.”


“You left me alone,” the brunette spat with all the force he could muster in his condition. “You left me and didn’t care.”

“No, no, no,” Dom assured him quickly. “Matt, I swear, I did everything I could.”

“You have forgotten about me.”

There seemed to be so much blood all of sudden. Everywhere.

“Matt, no. I could never forget you. No.”

Matt seemed to get weaker, but his words still bore into Dom like a knife to the heart. “You’ve forgotten about me. You left me here to die. I just wanted to go home…”

More blood. Dom held Matt’s hand, promising “No, no, no, I love you. I love you so much,” until Matt closed his eyes and whispered “I hate you”.

Dom shot up in his bed, nearly falling out of it. He blinked frantically, but he could only see darkness, which intensified his panic. He felt around the bed, trying to locate Matt’s body, until his memory finally caught up with him. A nightmare.

The blonde let himself fall back into the pillows and stared at the ceiling. A fucking nightmare. He was dreaming about Matt constantly, even before his friend had gotten abducted, but since then it was happening a lot more frequently. At first the dreams were basically the same they had always been; he was somewhere together with Matt, usually in bed or lying in the grass, and then Matt would ask him for something and when Dom turned around again, the brunette was gone.

For the last couple of days, however, the dreams always turned into a massacre. Dom would find Matt bruised and bleeding somewhere, and usually a dark figure would stand over the two of them, laughing loudly and mocking them.

But he had never dreamed about Matt accusing him of forgetting his best friend. Was his subconscious telling him something? It was true that he’d thought less about Matt since his talk with Kelly. He hadn’t had any breakdown since then, either.

Instinctively, he went for his lucky charm, the shark tooth necklace, but he found it missing from his neck. Dom felt around the bed frantically, trying to locate the missing piece of jewellery, but it wasn’t there. For a quick moment, he panicked. He had never taken the necklace off since he owned it. It was a present from Matt, so he cherished it more than anything else, never wanting it out of his sight. Especially because Matt said it was his very special lucky charm. Who’d let go of luck, anyway?

But now he had to find it gone and he wondered when he’d lost it. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen it. Had it been yesterday? Last week? He knew he had touched it the first time they they’d been at the police station, but the time between that and now was blank. Fuck.

Dom felt tears springing to his eyes and he cursed himself for it. He wasn’t a child, so losing something like that shouldn’t sting that much. But it was from Matt, and who knew if it had been the last present he’d ever get from the singer?

The thought immediately brought him back to his dream. Matt dying. Matt telling him that Dom had forgotten about him. He shook his head immediately. No.

Just because he was feeling better didn’t mean he was forgetting the singer. He could never do that. The drummer needed to remind himself that he was allowed to feel better. He wouldn’t say he was allowed to be happy, because he could never be happy without Matt. Matt was his everything, after all. It was true what he’d said in his nightmare. A life without the tiny brunette was a life not worth living. He did love Matt. With all his heart. Not just the want he’d always felt, but true, unconditional love.

Thinking about it now, Dom should have realised that a lot sooner. If he hadn’t felt like a weight was crushing him right in this moment, he would have slapped himself. God, he had been so blind.

All this thinking was making him restless. He didn’t feel like falling asleep any time soon. In fact, he felt like he was suffocating, the bed feeling too uncomfortable around him now.

Dom slowly got up and went over to the window. He watched the stars for a moment, trying to remember what hope felt like, before he sighed and turned to the door. All this brooding didn’t help his situation, and he needed something to drink badly. His throat felt dry, as if he had been screaming his lungs out. He wondered if he had indeed been screaming throughout his nightmare, but he discarded that thought quickly. If he had done that, he was sure that he’d have either Chris or Kelly standing in his room by now. As they weren’t, he guessed his mind and body were just playing tricks on him.

It was dark when Dom had made his way downstairs, but he could still make out the tall figure that was sitting at the kitchen table. When the headlights of some passing car illuminated part of the room, he could also see that it was not any person sitting there, but Chris, apparently deeply in thought as he still hadn’t acknowledged Dom’s presence.

“You awake?” Dom knew it was a stupid question, but it was the only one that came to his mind so he could alert his friend to his presence.

He saw the silhouette twitch in surprise before he heard Chris clear his throat.

“Yeah, couldn’t sleep,” he whispered. “You?”

“Same. Mind if I sit with you for a while?”

“No. No, not at all. You can turn on the lights if you want.”

Turning on the lights would definitely help with navigating through the kitchen, he hadn’t been living here long enough to be able to do it with his eyes closed. But turning on the lights would also mean that he had to look at his friend’s face and vice versa. He was sure Chris would see in his eyes that something was bothering him and ask about it. It wasn’t like Dom didn’t want to talk about it, somehow he really did, at least about parts of it. But at the moment he felt too vulnerable, and he didn’t really want his friend to read him like an open book, not this time, when he was still figuring some things out himself.

“I think we’ll be okay with the lights off,” he finally replied and felt his way to a chair next to Chris’.

He sat down and stared into the dark. Dom didn’t know what to say, he wasn’t particularly in the mood to talk. It seemed, however, like Chris was just the same because the bassist didn’t utter another word and occupied himself with a glass that was standing on top of the table.

His mind drifted to his nightmare again. How Matt’s face had contorted at the sight of him, how he’d sneered his name in the end. It hurt. He knew it wasn’t real, but that didn’t make it feel less painful. He wondered if his singer would sound like that when they finally got him back. There was no doubt in his mind that they would get him back, anything else was unacceptable, but he was scared that Matt would be a broken man.

“What makes you sigh like that, mate?” Chris broke the silence and Dom nearly jumped out of his skin.

He hadn’t even realised that he had kept sighing every once in a while, or that he’d gripped the tablecloth tightly. Of course he’d have to draw attention to himself, even when it was dark and he could hide his face’s reaction. No going back now, though. Chris wouldn’t let it go until he knew, so Dom might as well save himself some time and come clean.

“Just a bad dream,” he replied honestly.

“I see,” Chris said softly before he added, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, not really.”

They remained silent for a while, both lost in their own thoughts. Dom played with the rim of his glass, debating what to say. No matter how long he mulled it over in his head, he couldn’t find an answer to the question that had been bugging him since he’d woken up. Maybe Chris could give an answer, but Dom was afraid to speak his thoughts aloud. Then again, what did he have to lose? They’d both seen each other going through the best and worst times of their lives, and since Matt had been abducted Dom had shown often enough just how vulnerable and weak he could be.

“Do you…” he began carefully and waited for Chris to react. If the bassist didn’t want to talk now, even though he had offered it a couple of minutes ago, they could both pretend no one had said anything. An easy escape.

But Chris gave him a quiet murmuring sound, indicating that he was listening, so Dom took a deep breath.

“Do you think I’m forgetting Matt?”

“How do you mean?” the bassist asked, clearly confused.

Dom sighed. How could he explain this to his friend? This feeling of hollowness in his chest whenever he thought about Matt being somewhere, thinking that his friends had abandoned him? He hadn’t looked for the singer for days, he hadn’t even checked the website. He hadn’t cried or cursed the world. Instead, he went out for shopping and cooked huge dinners for his friends. Maybe the Matt in his dreams was indeed right and he had started to accept a life without him, even though he kept telling himself that a life without Matt wasn’t worth living.

Since he’d woken up he felt so confused. Not that life had been clear for him in a long time, but the different thoughts in his head made it so difficult to understand. It didn’t help that he had had the little revelation about his relationship to Matt, either.

“I mean that I’ve been happy these past days. Without him. I shouldn’t be happy, because he’s fuck knows where and maybe hurt or-“ He sighed. “Shouldn’t I be out there, looking for him? It’s been 13 days, what if he thinks we’ve given up on him?”

“Is that what your dream was about?” Chris asked in return and Dom could have cursed himself. He thought the safety of darkness would help him, but he was clearly wrong. Either he was way too transparent or Chris had a sixth sense for it.

The drummer debated lying for a moment, because how pathetic was that? But what was the point? Either Chris would look right through the lie or Dom would be unhappy with himself for the rest of the day.

“Yes. I… I have been dreaming about Matt for quite some time,” he admitted, and wasn’t that the truth? “The dreams have been really bad since he’s gone, but… I dreamed about him dying, Chris. He died in my arms. And he blamed me.”

So he proceeded to tell his friend exactly what had happened in that dream. It scared him how accurate his memory still seemed to be, he usually forgot most details of his dreams within minutes, but this one seemed to stick to in brain like glue. The drummer was worried that it would stay with him for the rest of his life.

Chris remained quiet throughout the story, sometimes nodding (which Dom could only see when a car illuminated the kitchen again) or making affirmative noises that he was still listening, but letting Dom tell what he remembered and Dom was grateful for it. Once he had started he was glad he had found the guts to tell Chris, because he already felt better knowing that he could share this with someone and that the someone didn’t walk away because it sounded crazy and pathetic at the same time.

“So yeah,” he concluded. “That’s it. Stupid, isn’t it?”

“No, Dom, I don’t think it’s stupid at all.”

The blonde huffed at that. “You don’t have to patronize me. I’m embarrassed enough, I don’t need you to take my hand and pity me. You can be honest.”

“I am honest, Dom,” the bassist insisted. “You’re going through a lot. You already blamed yourself for Matt’s disappearance and you had a terrible breakdown. You think that just because you’ve stopped feeling sorry for yourself and started some form of living again that you don’t care about Matt anymore. I understand that. I really do. But we both know that this is not true.”

“Why am I feeling like I’m letting him down, then?”

“Because he’s not here and it’s been 2 weeks. It feels like we’re still in the same place we were the day we found the police in front of his house.”

Dom nodded at that because that was exactly what it felt like to him. It was devastating to realise that, but also comforting to know that Chris seemed to feel the same.

“You’ve learned to deal with the pain,” the bassist continued. “And I’m so bloody proud of you. But it doesn’t mean that you’ve lost your feelings for Matt. Quite the contrary, I’d say.”

And fuck, wasn’t that to the point? Dom swallowed hard and stared at the dark table in front of him. His heart rate doubled without effort and he fumbled with the tablecloth again. He wouldn’t be able to hold back if Chris kept going down that road.

“Maybe you don’t realise it,” Chris continued. “But I can see that Matt’s constantly on your mind. You’re reading his books and you make sure that there’s always a supply of bananas in the house. It’s always been like that, it’s just a bit more evident now. And Dom, when you cooked for us you set the table for one more person. You’re not forgetting him at all.”

The blonde felt a lump building in his throat. No, he hadn’t realised he’d done any of that, not before and definitely not now, Chris was right. Knowing that, though, made his heart ache even harder than before.

“Chris, I-“

He all but jumped from his chair and walked over to the window. He needed to look somewhere, anywhere but Chris. The darkness wasn’t his ally. He’d felt safe knowing he could hide, but he’d come to realise that Chris didn’t need to see him to know what’d been bothering him. And really, how stupid was Dom to assume he could hide anything from one of his best friends? He really didn’t give Chris enough credit if he thought that. He didn’t need to see the distraught look on Dom’s face to know he was having a small crisis. He didn’t even need to see or feel the weak shaking of his limbs. His wavering voice told enough stories.

“Chris, what if… What if I told you that I think that Matt means more to me than just the sex?”

“Well, he is your best mate, after all?” the bassist replied, confusion lacing his voice.

Dom sighed. “Yes, but I mean… Even more than that? Like, you know…?”

Silence followed his statement. Dom was too afraid to turn back to Chris, even though he still couldn’t see him properly. He didn’t want to fear rejection, not with his best friend. But here he was, worried that Chris would tell him to get the fuck out of the house and not come back ever again. Why he felt like that, he didn’t know. Chris had taken it well when Dom had told him about the secret affair he was having with Matt. But what if that was the end of his acceptance? What if Chris was okay with them being intimate, but not with the feelings Dom had developed (strike that, he’d always had those, he just hadn’t realised it sooner) and the complications that came with it?

“Chris? Please, say something.”

He was only met with silence.

“Chris, please, I-“

“Shh,” Chris interrupted him. “Do you hear that?”

At that, Dom listened to his surroundings more intently. It was quiet, as you’d expect in the dead of the night. He was just about to tell Chris that no, he didn’t hear anything when he heard a faint sound. Like someone tiptoeing through the house. Instantly, he froze. The footsteps were too heavy for a child or Kelly, and none of them would be walking around at this hour, anyway. He could totally be wrong about that, of course, but Chris knew his family, so if he thought something was not right, then it probably wasn’t.

“There’s someone inside,” Chris whispered and confirmed Dom’s string of thoughts.

Carefully, the bassist got up from his chair and signalled to Dom to stay quiet. They listened once again and could hear whoever it was moving something around.

“Living room.”

The two of them tiptoed through the kitchen and through the hallway in the direction of the living room, until Chris stopped at the foot of the stairs to the upper floor, and Dom nearly walked into him because his mind was working overdrive at the moment.

There was someone in this house. A burglar? A killer? No matter who, it scared Dom shitless. He wasn’t a fighter and he was balls at defending himself or anyone else.


The drummer looked up at that.

“Go upstairs and check on Kelly and the kids.”

“What about you?”

He didn’t get a reply in return as Chris was already on the move and expected Dom to do as he was told, so Dom went in motion, as well. He ran up the stairs, taking two steps at a time, and stuck his head into every door. The first room he checked was Frankie’s, the boy still fast asleep and snoring loudly. With a relieved sigh, Dom closed the door quietly and moved onto the next room. He did that a couple of times with every single Wolstenholme child being oblivious to what was happening before the only room left to check was the master bedroom. He hesitated in front of the door for a moment because it felt weird to him to check on his best friend’s wife while she was, hopefully, asleep, but it wasn’t like he had much of a choice.

He was just about to open the door when it got louder downstairs. There was some shouting before something shattered, followed by more noise that sounded like someone was fighting.

The door of the master bedroom opened and Kelly stood in front of Dom, clearly confused and nervous.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

Dom grabbed her shoulders. “Stay here, okay? Watch after the kids, but don’t come downstairs unless either Chris or I tell you it’s safe.”

Without waiting for a reply, just like Chris had done to him before, he sprinted down the stairs to join his bandmate.

It was silent again, too silent for Dom’s liking. The lights were still turned off, but he could still make out the chaotic state the living room was in. So Chris had been right, the burglar had been in that room. But where was Chris now? Just to be careful, Dom sneaked around extra quietly.

When he reached the door, he could make out a bulky figure standing with his back to Dom. The street lights illuminated the room enough so he could also see that Chris was slumped against the wall, his face full of dark liquid. Blood. Fuck.


Throwing all caution to the wind, Dom ran forward to aid his injured friend. He stopped dead in his tracks, however, when the burglar turned around to face him.

Even with only the dim light from outside he could recognise this face, he’d never be able to forget it, even if he tried. It had been haunting his every step for weeks now, Dom seeing it at every corner, creeping up on him. It had taken what was the most important in his life.

And now, the person that belonged to the face had apparently broken into the Wolstenholme residence and knocked out Chris.

The kidnapper’s face turned from satisfied to frowning, fixing Dom with his gaze. The blonde felt frozen to the spot. No matter how much he told his limbs to fucking move they wouldn’t obey his will. The kidnapper on the other hand used that chance to run past Dom and to the open terrace door, effectively fleeing from the scene.

It took the drummer several moments until his legs finally gave in and he fell to the ground. His pulse raced and his hands wouldn’t stop shaking, so he took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves. To no avail, though, his legs wouldn’t support him anymore, so he crawled over to Chris instead.

He whispered the bassist’s name, afraid that speaking louder would hurt him somehow. The taller man didn’t reply, though, and didn’t even give an indication that he’d heard Dom, at all.

“Come on, Chris. Don’t do this to me now,” Dom begged, and immediately felt tears spring to his eyes. He touched the bassist’s face and tried to clean off the blood, but only managed to smear it everywhere instead. One of his hands went lower to touch his throat and he leant his forehead against Chris’. Fuck, he was so useless.



“Eat. You look like shit,” Matt’s kidnapper drawled without looking at him as he put the usual tray down on the nightstand.

There were scrambled eggs, buttered toast and water. How very nice, Matt thought to himself and could only do so much not to sneer at the taller man. He was huddled into the very corner of his bed with his blanket draped over his shoulders and his knees pulled up to his chest.

You look like shit,” he replied without thinking. Psycho did indeed look like shit, what with his face half covered in bruises and a little scab. That impression was intensified when the man gave him a death glare. Matt wasn’t impressed, though.

“What happened? Did you look too close at some priceless instrument Beethoven shagged on? I’ve gotta say, I really like that bruisy look on you. Suits your character.”

“You worthless little git.” The man snarled at Matt’s outrageous comment.

For a split second the singer regretted his insolence, but when the fucker didn’t act on his apparent anger, Matt’s face cracked into a bitter smile. It felt somehow liberating to give vent to some of his desperation, especially now that there seemed to be no backlash coming.

“You’re losing a bit of your passion, aren’t you?” In truth, Matt knew what had changed in the man, and it most certainly wasn’t a lack of passion. No, he appeared to be nervous and tensed. His motions weren’t as steady and secure as before and his usually blank face betrayed his nerves.

“Shut up and eat,” the bulky man retorted and Matt did as he was told. Not because he was told, though, far from that. He had been struck by a sudden idea. If the man was as nervous as he suspected him to be, then this was the chance he had been waiting for ever since his abduction. He could make it. He just had to be careful.

He was absently chewing on a piece of toast when the man didn’t deign to look at him again and instead turned around to leave the room. The door banged shut behind him and Matt, for the first time in a long time, allowed a little flare of hope to worm its way through the despair. It had to work.

It just had to!

A few hours later he was all set up and waiting. He knew that Psycho always came in when he was supposed to be asleep in order to pick up his dirty clothes. The thought that the guy did his laundry alone, creeped him out to no end. But that wasn’t really the point right now. The point was that it was dark and his Manson was leaning against his nightstand.

He had made a small show out of it when he’d picked up the guitar earlier and pretended to be playing out of a sudden urge. All the while he’d had no idea if the guy was watching, but he just couldn’t take the risk of getting caught. Not when he had an actual chance to finally make his escape.

So, the Manson was ready to hand, it was dark, and he had intentionally slid one of his shirts halfway under the bed. Psycho would have to kneel down close to the bed and thereby give Matt the perfect position to strike.

Given that he wasn’t the best of actors, Matt paid special attention to the way he lay, angled his head and grabbed the pillow. Pretending to be asleep wasn’t really the hardest part of his plan, but considering his tendency to overthink even the most minor details, it didn’t really surprise him that he had to toss around a bit before he found a convincing position.

Fortunately he didn’t have to wait for too long. By the time his abductor opened the door, his whole body was tingling with nerves and he felt like a complete wreck. The man was carrying an electric torch like he always did when he expected Matt to be asleep. He didn’t know that there had been countless times when the dim light of the device had been enough to wake Matt from his restless sleep.

A low, disapproving grunt escaped the man’s lips as he found some of Matt’s clothes under the bed. He flashed the light at the seemingly sleeping singer for a second, just to make sure. Then he kneeled down and started to gather the shirts and trousers.

Now or never! Matt thought and shot up from his position, made a grab for the guitar, and smashed it over the man’s head forcefully. Everything happened in less than three seconds and Matt was actually a little surprised when the guy crashed to the floor, body going completely limp and not making the slightest sound.

Frozen in shock over his victory, the singer could just stare at the unconscious man’s face. It was illuminated by the torch light and for the first time ever looked quite peaceful. Then he snapped out of his state of shock and sprang to the floor in one fluid motion. He knocked down the remainings of his dinner in the process but didn’t look around as the glass burst on the ground.

There was a small ray of light falling through the gap between door and frame. Matt pulled it open, hurried into the hallway and threw it shut behind him again, effectively locking his tormentor up in his former prison. Without hesitation he started running down the long, white hallway, eyes already fixed on the next door. He had no idea how big this place actually was, but right now he didn’t care. His kidnapper was knocked out and locked up. What did it matter if he had to search a few minutes longer?

Suddenly thoughts of the reunion with his friends started to crowd his mind and for the first time in forever his face broke into an honest smile. He was finally going home!
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mjartrod[personal profile] mjartrod on April 16th, 2014 09:21 pm (UTC)




Proper review later or tomorrow. God, you nailed it. Every word. Fave chapter so far. AND I HATE YOU FOR STOPPING THERE.
mjartrod[personal profile] mjartrod on April 17th, 2014 02:54 pm (UTC)
Ugh just read it again.

The first part is absolutely brilliant. Every word, every sentence fit, the flow was incredible...
That dream was so realistic. You could put yourself in Dom's shoes perfectly and feel all the angst. It was all there: how much he misses Matt, how powerless he feels, how guilty (so many layers of guilt!) and how afraid of Matt's reaction. And of course, the realisation of what Matt means to him, to rub more salt in the wound.
I have a theory about the necklace, we'll see how that pans out :p

The bit wih Chris was awesome, great bonding moment. How unsurprising that he also can't sleep. Loved that Dom cooked for them, nice touch for one of the Chicken drummers ;) And then, holy shit. Chris being a badass family man and ordering Dom to check on his family cos he knew there was something wrong. UGH. So many thoughts on what Mr Perv was doing there. Collecting something to scare Matt? Playing mind games with the rest of the guys? Lookign for something to add to his actual collection? After seeing his behavious with Matt, maybe his plans aren't turning out the way he had projected them?

I thouguht it was interesting that you mentioned it's been 13 days... as a number it doesn't seem a lot but when something of this nature happens and worse, there's no progress, every hour must feel like a liftetime.

And then Matt, oh Matt. Is it stupid that I feel ridiculously proud of him? Unfortunately that ending leaves me with v little hope, surely he won't be escaping that easily? Worst of all, I can't imagine what the consequences of his actions will be, I'm really REALLY afraid for him :(

Seriously great chapter. Reads amazing, so much was conveyed... gah.

BEE girls. We need BEEE!!
[identity profile] kaossbells.livejournal.com on April 22nd, 2014 08:31 pm (UTC)
OMG SOPHIE!!! HOW ARE YOUR COMMENTS ALWAYS SO AMAZING??? Makes us love you even more x'3

Even in your capslock state of mind you seem to be able to find the most important passages.

Now to your second comment. Yeah, when I first read that part I thought exactly the same. Stef wrote it and my, I was amazed! Fun fact: that dream is based on a real one Stef had a few months back ;)

Oh we do love the guilt. And pain. And suffering. And angst. Does that come across? I'm never too sure x)

We'd love to hear your theory about the necklace! It's soooo fucking amazing when people actually start to make their own theories about stuff because it makes us feel like we did something completely right. So cool to make people think!

Bonding moments are the best, especially as Chris is very often left out of stories completely and we do not want that for our Chris. Especially as it gives great opportunity to explore their relationship a little further. Bitches love Chris.

Yeah, it's a bit guilt again. Dom really wants to be better now and show his friends that he's willing to try and fight for that. Especially after the talk with Kelly. Because bitches love Kelly even more.

Chris is the most badass family man of all badass family men, not gonna lie. But girl, you always seem to be on our heels xD stop that! No, don't. We love your theorizing. It's amazing :3

Oh for Matt it must definitely feel like an eternity. With no possibility of knowing anything that's happining outside his four walls... I imagine it to be hell. 13 days are like a lifetime... cool line, maybe we should make him write a song about that.

No, that's mnot stupid at all! We are, too! And well, you won't have to wait long for a few answers. B is on it's way.

Thanks soooo much, love! Your comments make us squeal like the happy bunnies that we are! love <3
mjartrod[personal profile] mjartrod on April 22nd, 2014 11:44 pm (UTC)
Stef actually dreamed THAT?? CHRIST. I've had a lot of fucked up dreams but nothing as violent as that. I would wake up in tears, no joke!

Glad you like the theories (lol) because I love to read stuff that allows me to do that. Makes the reading so much more interesting for me lol

Agreed re: not enough Chris. In fact, I agree so much that I had a recent urge to take care of that................ more TBA soon..

(email re:necklace already sent btw)
mcsparklez[personal profile] mcsparklez on April 23rd, 2014 03:18 pm (UTC)
Oh, yes, I did dream that. Fucking fucked up as fuck, but definitely not the worst (Muse) related dream. There actually was one of Matt and Chris getting poisoned on stage and Dom being the prime suspect as well... Eh. I prefer dreams like when Chris wakes me up to play Xbox lol.

Your theories are always amazing and we kind of hate you for them, because you tend to hit the nail on the head XD Or, at least, come very close. Fuck you, Sophie! (shhh, we love you, really)

MORE CHRIS. MORE *that*. MORE YAY. I approve.

(Email received and read, waiting on Bells to come home before I tell you to get a life :P)
[identity profile] space-black-out.livejournal.com on April 16th, 2014 10:19 pm (UTC)

Omg, this was totally amazing, my heart is racing because I'm scared and excited and over emotional!!
So many parts left open! Dom missing his beloved necklace? What about Dom's revelation about Matt? I squeed when he admitted his feelings! And omg, how badly hurt is Chris? If he has done any permanent damage I will crumple in a heap...

AND THEN OMG MATT!!! This is too good to be true, I'm waiting for something truly awful to happen and for him to get caught again, I don't trust you girlies!!

I applaud you for the tension and excitement in this chapter, it's the best thriller I think I've ever read in MS! I'm totally invested in the story and cannot wait to see what happens next!!
mcsparklez: dom stadium smile[personal profile] mcsparklez on April 22nd, 2014 08:32 pm (UTC)
Noooo, don't crumple in a heap! It's Chris, nothing can break him, right? RIGHT?!

A lot going on for Dom in one night here. So many feelings! Poor thing just can't seem to get a break. Everything will be answered, though. In time.

Wowowowow, why does no one trust us?! We're truly hurt! Not really,though, we wouldn't trust ourselves either. Is that bad? I don't know. But we're cheering Matt on, that much I can say.

Lou, you're too good to us. Honestly, stop. You're making us blush. But we're so glad that you feel this way about our baby, truly makes it all worth it. Hope we can keep you on the edge of your seat for a bit longer <333
[identity profile] mistake-arrest.livejournal.com on April 16th, 2014 11:07 pm (UTC)
What the hell, how can you stop there?!?!!? WHAT HAPPENS NEXT???????? WILL HE BE FREE?!? YOU KNOCKED OUT THE BASTARD, YOU GO MATT! NOW RUN!

Omg Dom's dream, fucking heartbreaking, and sort of... relatable? Idk, just the feeling of guilt and stuff, I guess it means it's realistic and you've done a great job :) or what am I talking, of course you did a great job! One of my fave chapters so far.

Also my heart skipped a beat or two when Dom and Chris realised there's an intruder in the house. That sick bastard! Hope he burns in hell in the end!

Dom realizing his feelings for Matt was very touching. All that with the necklace, was a nice little touch :)

The drummer needed to remind himself that he was allowed to feel better. He wouldn’t say he was allowed to be happy, because he could never be happy without Matt. Matt was his everything, after all. It was true what he’d said in his nightmare. A life without the tiny brunette was a life not worth living. He did love Matt. With all his heart. Not just the want he’d always felt, but true, unconditional love.
Loved this bit <3


He watched the stars for a moment, trying to remember what hope felt like, before he sighed and turned to the door.
Stockholm Syndrome, anyone? ;) (could bet that Stef wrote this bit)

So, when's the next part coming? NOW? Oh okay, I'm ready :D no but really, not putting any pressure on you guys or anything but write faster goddamnit :P

Love this, as always. And you <333
[identity profile] kaossbells.livejournal.com on April 22nd, 2014 08:37 pm (UTC)
It actually was very easy to stop there, and seeing your reactions now, we did the exact right thing xD

Thanks so much for all the praise :3 Really great to hear that it feels relatable and sort of realistic. On some level. At least I hope so. Wait, was that what you were saying? idk idk...

Funny how that scene changed over time. In fact, we didn't really plan on the break in to be there at all. It sort of... happened. Seems to have been an acceptable choice, though.

Yusss, I love that bit too! Stef wrote it and I squealed a little when I first read it. That's the cool thing about co-authoring. There's always stuff in your own story that's new to yourself. I love that!

Next part is up and almost ready ;)

Thanks again, your comments always make us smile :3
[identity profile] missedsadness.livejournal.com on April 17th, 2014 05:15 am (UTC)
I have no idea what to say...

Fuck I'm dead
mcsparklez: matt black white jacket[personal profile] mcsparklez on April 22nd, 2014 08:36 pm (UTC)
Lololol you have no idea what to say? Well, you were surely expressive for that! We're sitting here and have to smile to ourselves, because that's usually how we react whenever we read something. So you can imagine how much it means to us that you feel like this about our little baby!

That being said, thank you so, so much for commenting and making our day! We hope we can keep up to your expectations! See you on the second part, hopefully <3

(And no more dying, please!)
[identity profile] matturemuser.livejournal.com on April 17th, 2014 07:35 am (UTC)
Well done little Matty! Run!

Great chapter girls. So many delicious feels and excitement. I absolutely love it.

Poor Dom suffering so much guilt over this. And what was the dude doing in Chris' house? Was he planning on adding Chris to his collection!? Then we would have been putting Dom into highly secure protection!

I have a horrible feeling that you are not going to let Matt escape this time around. (I probably wouldn't, but then, I'm a bitch) I hope I'm wrong.

Bring on the next chapter! xxx
[identity profile] kaossbells.livejournal.com on April 22nd, 2014 08:43 pm (UTC)
Why thanks, so kind of you to leave us your opinion!

We do love to play on the feels, that's true. AND we like to let Dom suffer. In case that didn't come across.

Oh, another theorizer. Keep doing us, we enjoy reading it greatly! And yes, Dom would've needed to be kept under lock.

Next chapter is being brought on this very instant. See you next time around ;)
[identity profile] dominic-james.livejournal.com on April 17th, 2014 10:39 am (UTC)
Badass Maffoo! Well done! Very good! Didn't expect that! Am listening to Killer Queen by Queen now and it is just funny that Matt smiled again and the song was playing and being its too happy self! haha!

I'm so curious for the next bit! I want more! :)
mcsparklez: dom gig[personal profile] mcsparklez on April 22nd, 2014 08:38 pm (UTC)
He can be a real badass if he wants! It was an opportunity and he took it. Glad he did, now he "only" needs to get out.

Bwahaha, I love Killer Queen! Definitely applauding your amazing taste in music ;)

More is on the way! Thank you so much for commenting, we hope you will enjoy the next part as much. See you on there <3
[identity profile] nuraicha.livejournal.com on April 17th, 2014 03:15 pm (UTC)


Why you two are so talented. I mean, how. This story is just... Wow. A piece of pure genius. And it hurts so much, so, so much. AND DOM OF COURSE YOU LOVE HIM OMG

[identity profile] kaossbells.livejournal.com on April 22nd, 2014 08:50 pm (UTC)
Oh, capslock feels? I do understand.

B is on its way right now, so no need for any heart attacks ;) (we cannot be held responsible, though. Just saying.)

Oh why, no one wants to trust us... This is mean! We are nice girls. Bitches. Erm... okay, I get your point. But yes, Matt has been very brave indeed. And as for Chris' okayness... well. See B.

Awww gawd, thanks so much :'3 Your all the kindest people ever and your comments always make us smile like lunatics. So amazing to get feedback on something you put your heart in. (This fic can be a downright bitch to write, though.)

Yes. Yes, he does. Everyone knows. It's a universal truth. To quote one brilliant detecitve, "Obviously."

Posting, posting, posting.
[identity profile] millionstar.livejournal.com on April 18th, 2014 02:01 am (UTC)
There is something about the urgency in the description of Dom's dream that is pitch perfect in pace and content. Incredibly effective way to open the chapter, it sucks you right in.

The personification of Matt with the necklace is masterful too, the panic Dom felt as he lost it was akin to him reliving the nightmare that he's already deeply steeped in.

(The necklace. W h e r e is it? *strokes glittery chinbeard, well my pretend one*)

It wasn’t like Dom didn’t want to talk about it, somehow he really did, at least about parts of it. But at the moment he felt too vulnerable, and he didn’t really want his friend to read him like an open book, not this time, when he was still figuring some things out himself.

I especially love this passage. The realization of precisely how he feels about Matt would be a ton of balls to cope with on a day when his life wasn't falling apart, let alone realizing it under these circumstances! The things that he must be feeling, the fear and guilt, I just want to hug him.

The moment when Chris told Dom to check on the family made my pulse thunder in my chest. I hate to quote a bunch of your fic back at you but that's not gonna stop me.

Even with only the dim light from outside he could recognise this face, he’d never be able to forget it, even if he tried. It had been haunting his every step for weeks now, Dom seeing it at every corner, creeping up on him. It had taken what was the most important in his life.

And now, the person that belonged to the face had apparently broken into the Wolstenholme residence and knocked out Chris.

The kidnapper’s face turned from satisfied to frowning, fixing Dom with his gaze.

... that's just incredibly chilling... in so few words, which is no small task. Really so well done.

Christopher! Dear fucking god what the what?!?! :(((( Although what possible endgame could that asshole have had for being in that house? Was he after Chris, or possibly Dom?

Then Matthew. Oh, Matthew. It's satisfying for him to be aware that Psycho is off his game a little, and to see him give a bit of verbal smack back. And he is free!!!! ... from that room at least. I shudder to think of what or whom could be at the end of that corridor, but I do have a theory. Possibly. *shifty eyes*

Mostly, I am worried what the consequences of his escape could be. *bites nails*

I remain your humble servant, thank you both. It's fantastic and I am in awe. xx
mcsparklez: matt wembley shoot '10[personal profile] mcsparklez on April 22nd, 2014 08:47 pm (UTC)
Thank you. That dream was a bitch to write as it's based on one I had myself a couple of months ago. It's the first thing I've ever written for the fic, so I'm glad it had such a huge effect for you.

The necklace will be back in due time. Until then, I really want to know your theory about it (I know, I know, I already shot down your theory about it being in Dom's arse).

The whole scene with Dom and Chris is probably one of our absolute favourite moments of the entire fic. We love writing their bromance. There's not enough of that around.

Never feel sorry for quoting back at us. We love reading about your favourite passages. Seriously. It's amazing and a lot of fun.

You'll find out soon enough what Nappy (yes, that's how we've named him whenever we talk about him, don't judge) was doing there. But more importantly, you'll find out if Chris is alright. Stupid thing to say, Chris can't break. It's Chris "The Motherfuck" Wolstenholme.

We'll also reveal what Matt's going through, so I hope you'll be... satisfied? (I don't think that's the right word, but whatever) with part B. Definitely don't want to disappoint you, especially because we know that angst is usually not your thing and yet you seem to love this as much as you do. Means the world to both of us.

We love you a lot, D. Thanks for all the support and cheering <333
[identity profile] unomusette.livejournal.com on April 19th, 2014 10:05 pm (UTC)
My heart!!! It's thudding like the drums in Assassin, partly from fear that Matt wouldn't succeed, partly in triumph that he's actually whacked that psycho and partly cos I'm terrified about what's going to happen next *palpitates*

Excellent chapter, the scenes at Chris's house were perfect and although I hate you both for leaving us on this cliff I love you too for giving us this rip-roaring tale xxx

[identity profile] kaossbells.livejournal.com on April 22nd, 2014 08:55 pm (UTC)
Oh the Assassin drums are amazing! Sounds like good vibrations in your chest x) (oh god, that was a bad one, sorry)

So many feelings, you wouldn't believe how proud that makes us x) And for that we're not sorry. Nope.

About what's going to happen next... well, B is almost up, so you can see for yourself ;)

Thanks soooo much, the praise is appreciated! And very much so! Also, we do love a cliffy. Something else we're completely unsorry about. <3
mjartrod[personal profile] mjartrod on April 24th, 2014 10:21 pm (UTC)
Successfully told to get a life in the most amusing way haha

My god, you've got the most fucked up dreams. That is scary and awesome in the same amount. I'd wake up crying if something BAD happened to Matt in a dream. Im sure. Sady, i dont dream much about Muse. I did have an extremely vivid belldom dream once. NC-17 rated, plus it was a threesome with some guy. I was fuming that i woke up! Ghklkjjhgjj

More Chris. Yes. Next week, i believe.

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