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million_starTitle: Son of a Preacher Man / Snapshot - Christmas
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Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
Here there be: Hints of angst, bit of fluff. Hurt/comfort, I reckon.
Summary: In which Matthew makes a proclamation.
Disclaimer: I don't own Matt or Dom, no profit is being made, and this is fiction.
Beta/Support: The brilldolce_piccante, who I can't thank enough, as always.
Author's Note: This was a gift for the wonderfulbluebirdwine's birthday. Because she is an angel, she graciously allowed me to share it with those of you who might enjoy reading it. This is the first in what will most likely be a handful of "snapshots" from the SOAPM universe. In preparing to post it to AO3, on a re-read of the entire fic, I realized that there are quite a few things/situations I never got to write in that universe that I would still like to explore now and then. Having said that, they will be sporadic at best. Anyway. If you decide to read, I hope you enjoy it.
In a small apartment in Sapphire Falls, Matthew Bellamy was trying desperately to inject some Christmas cheer into his and Dominic's first Christmas eve spent together.
He was failing spectacularly.
Dominic had been unusually quiet all day. While walking in town earlier in the day, Matthew had tried to engage him in a snowball fight, but it was clear that Dominic's heart simply wasn't in it. A Christmas movie marathon didn't seem to do the trick either, nor did Matthew's attempt at assembling a pre-baked gingerbread house kit he'd bought the week before.
They were lounging on the couch together when Matthew finally turned to Dominic and asked "Dom, what's wrong?"
Dominic shook his head, as he softly replied, "nothin'."
Matthew bit his lower lip, saying nothing. He certainly didn't want to push Dominic if he didn't want to talk, but he also hated feeling so helpless when something was clearly on Dominic's mind. Instead, he reached for Dominic's hand and put his head on Dominic's shoulder. He knew that at least in this way he could, hopefully, provide a bit of comfort. As they got comfortable, Matthew could sense the stress leaving Dominic's body on a deep exhalation, Dominic bringing their hands to his lips to press a kiss to Matthew's knuckles.
Dominic must have dozed a bit; he remembered falling asleep on the couch with an arm full of Matthew, but as he stretched and sat up, Matthew was nowhere to be found. A glance at his wristwatch told him it was after five in the evening. A Charlie Brown Christmas was playing on the television, Matthew had turned their Christmas tree on, and in the window overlooking the street, snow was beginning to fall gently. Despite his melancholy mood, Dominic's chest swelled; he still couldn't believe just how lucky he'd been to find Matthew, to have the chance to build a life together with him.
He stood up and his ears pricked up suddenly, a sound prompting him to walk toward their bedroom. The door was not shut completely, and when Dominic peeked inside he covered his mouth at what he saw before him.
Matthew was sitting in the floor against their bed, Daisy sprawled out in his lap. She was sporting the small Santa hat that Matthew had found for her at a local pet store, but she didn't look very happy about it. Still, that familiar look of pure adulation was in her eyes as she looked up at Matthew as he sang to her, her tail thumping against the wooden floor.
Glorious now behold Him arise
King and God and Sacrifice
Alleluia, Alleluia
Sounds through the earth and skies.
Dominic was spellbound.
Matthew's cadence was unusually slow for this song, but the words and notes flowed from his voice like the thickest, sweetest honey.
"I love listenin' t'you sing. Y'should do it more often."
Matthew turned around, his cheeks flushing as Dominic sat down next to him. Daisy reached for Dominic with one paw, Dominic scratching her behind her large hound dog ears.
"Good lordy, Dom. Y'shouldn't sneak up on a guy, y'know?"
"Singin' to yer sweet Miss Daisy, I see."
Matthew smiled bashfully. "Yeah. Well, it was just she and I for Christmas for a long time, and I got into the habit, especially around the holiday, to sing t'her. It just kinda became a little tradition and I didn't want t'let this year pass without singin' t'her. I must seem like a crazy person."
"Never. That's the last thing y'are, Blue Eyes. It made me smile somethin' fierce," Dominic whispered, resting his head on Matthew's shoulder now, their roles reversed from earlier. Matthew's brow furrowed for a beat, and he swallowed tightly.
"Been sittin' here with Daisy and doin' a lot of thinkin' while y'slept. I think I've figured it out."
"Oh? Thinkin'?"
"Mostly about how I first saw mama singin' t'Daisy when I was little, and how much the memory made me smile. From there, I connected the dots. That's a memory that only visits me this time of year, and I reckon it's like that for everyone."
Dominic said nothing.
"You miss her, your mama, I mean," Matthew commented, as gently as he could, and waited. His heart began to pound, as he was worried that perhaps he'd went too far.
Dominic held on to Matthew a little bit tighter. A few quiet moments passed, and it was only when Matthew looked down and found tears dripping onto Daisy's Santa hat that he realized that Dominic was crying quietly. His own throat tightened at the very sight and a small corner of his heart broke a little. And yet, he had purpose now; he gently urged Daisy off his lap, reached for a pillow from the bed to put in his lap, and gently laid Dominic where Daisy had just been resting. Dominic's wet eyes blinked rapidly, as though he were fighting the urge to cry mightily. He sniffled and coughed, Matthew smoothing the hair away from his face. He leaned in and kissed Dominic's temple as he began to speak softly.
"I can't imagine what it's like, Dom, especially at Christmas time. I won't pretend that I know how y'feel. But, if y'like, I'd love t'tell y'what I can do."
Dominic turned in his lap, looking up at him with red-rimmed eyes. Matthew blinked away a tear of his own and smiled down at his partner, one thumb stroking Dominic's cheek, wiping tears away.
"I can make scrambled eggs at two in the mornin' when y'wake up with one of yer middle of the night cravings."
Dominic wrinkled his nose, both of them perfectly aware of Matthew's lack of ability in making that particular dish.
"... I didn't say I could make em' well. I said I could make em," Matthew admonished good-naturedly. "I can put on Batman Begins and quote every bit of Cillian Murphy's dialogue simply t'make y'laugh like I did that one time. 'Would you like to see my mask?'" he intoned dramatically.
It was barely perceptible, but Matthew was pretty certain that the corners of Dominic's mouth turned up ever, ever so slightly.
"I've no idea why y'find my eternal, rabid devotion to Cillian Murphy so dang entertaining. That is one beautiful bastard; there ain't rightly nothin' funny about it. Let's see, what else. I can put on some awful music and dance badly now and then if it would make y'smile, too."
"Naked?" Dominic whispered, hopeful.
"Sure."
"With a candy cane hanging from your dick?" This time, the small smile was indeed perceptible.
"Two, if y'wish it. More than all those things, though, I can remind ya I'm right here, and I'm not goin' anywhere. Y'can talk about it if y'want, or y'can just let me hold ya, hell, y'can even cry as much as y'need to when y'need to. I reckon what I'm sayin' is that whatever y'choose t'do, y'don't have t'do it alone if y'don't want to. But also, if what y'need is a bit of space or alone time, tha-"
"No," Dominic protested, shaking his head. "Not that. Ever. There ain't never gonna be a time where I don't want ya close. I'm sorry that I-"
Matthew put two fingers onto Dominic's lips. "Whatever yer about t'apologize for, don't. Don't ever, ever be sorry for how y'feel, for needin' me, for anything. Okay?"
Dominic pursed his lips, pecking Matthew's fingertips lightly. "Okay. I just don't want t'push you away."
"Y'didn't though. Don't ever worry about that."
They stayed there for a while, resting their eyes until Dominic decided that a hot shower would do him good. A good idea became a great one when Matthew joined him unexpectedly halfway through.
Soon after Dominic emerged from the bathroom, hair freshly dried. Matthew was sitting on their bed next to a packed overnight bag.
"I talked to yer daddy a bit ago. Thought we'd go spend Christmas eve with him and Kevin. He even said t'bring Daisy too, that he'd make something he called his," Matthew applied air quotes with his fingers to his next phrase, "world famous grilled bacon and cheese sandwiches. Not sure what that is, but I'll be danged if I don't wanna find out."
Dominic looked from the bag to Matthew to the overnight bag again, noting the presence of Daisy's dog treats tucked in the top of it. "But, this is our first Christmas together and I've been so grumpy and moody. I couldn't ask-"
"It's also the first Christmas for y'all without her," Matthew said firmly but softly, pulling Dominic into his arms, "...y'all should be spendin' it together. And, y'didn't ask, it was my idea. Besides, we're all family now, right? This is what families do."
"Are y'sure?"
Matthew put his hands on Dominic's shoulders and stared deeply into his eyes, his expression extremely solemn. "Dom. I really, really like bacon. Trust me, I'm sure."
Dominic rested his forehead against Matthew's own and sighed. "I am so, so, completely in love with you. I don't know what else t'say. I just love you, Matty. So much." He wrapped his arms around Matthew and held him tightly.
"That's my point. Y'don't have t'say anything."
In the other room, Daisy barked, as her owners shared a Christmas eve kiss beneath the mistletoe in their bedroom doorway.
Author:
millionstarPairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
Here there be: Hints of angst, bit of fluff. Hurt/comfort, I reckon.
Summary: In which Matthew makes a proclamation.
Disclaimer: I don't own Matt or Dom, no profit is being made, and this is fiction.
Beta/Support: The brill
dolce_piccante, who I can't thank enough, as always.Author's Note: This was a gift for the wonderful
bluebirdwine's birthday. Because she is an angel, she graciously allowed me to share it with those of you who might enjoy reading it. This is the first in what will most likely be a handful of "snapshots" from the SOAPM universe. In preparing to post it to AO3, on a re-read of the entire fic, I realized that there are quite a few things/situations I never got to write in that universe that I would still like to explore now and then. Having said that, they will be sporadic at best. Anyway. If you decide to read, I hope you enjoy it.In a small apartment in Sapphire Falls, Matthew Bellamy was trying desperately to inject some Christmas cheer into his and Dominic's first Christmas eve spent together.
He was failing spectacularly.
Dominic had been unusually quiet all day. While walking in town earlier in the day, Matthew had tried to engage him in a snowball fight, but it was clear that Dominic's heart simply wasn't in it. A Christmas movie marathon didn't seem to do the trick either, nor did Matthew's attempt at assembling a pre-baked gingerbread house kit he'd bought the week before.
They were lounging on the couch together when Matthew finally turned to Dominic and asked "Dom, what's wrong?"
Dominic shook his head, as he softly replied, "nothin'."
Matthew bit his lower lip, saying nothing. He certainly didn't want to push Dominic if he didn't want to talk, but he also hated feeling so helpless when something was clearly on Dominic's mind. Instead, he reached for Dominic's hand and put his head on Dominic's shoulder. He knew that at least in this way he could, hopefully, provide a bit of comfort. As they got comfortable, Matthew could sense the stress leaving Dominic's body on a deep exhalation, Dominic bringing their hands to his lips to press a kiss to Matthew's knuckles.
Dominic must have dozed a bit; he remembered falling asleep on the couch with an arm full of Matthew, but as he stretched and sat up, Matthew was nowhere to be found. A glance at his wristwatch told him it was after five in the evening. A Charlie Brown Christmas was playing on the television, Matthew had turned their Christmas tree on, and in the window overlooking the street, snow was beginning to fall gently. Despite his melancholy mood, Dominic's chest swelled; he still couldn't believe just how lucky he'd been to find Matthew, to have the chance to build a life together with him.
He stood up and his ears pricked up suddenly, a sound prompting him to walk toward their bedroom. The door was not shut completely, and when Dominic peeked inside he covered his mouth at what he saw before him.
Matthew was sitting in the floor against their bed, Daisy sprawled out in his lap. She was sporting the small Santa hat that Matthew had found for her at a local pet store, but she didn't look very happy about it. Still, that familiar look of pure adulation was in her eyes as she looked up at Matthew as he sang to her, her tail thumping against the wooden floor.
Glorious now behold Him arise
King and God and Sacrifice
Alleluia, Alleluia
Sounds through the earth and skies.
Dominic was spellbound.
Matthew's cadence was unusually slow for this song, but the words and notes flowed from his voice like the thickest, sweetest honey.
"I love listenin' t'you sing. Y'should do it more often."
Matthew turned around, his cheeks flushing as Dominic sat down next to him. Daisy reached for Dominic with one paw, Dominic scratching her behind her large hound dog ears.
"Good lordy, Dom. Y'shouldn't sneak up on a guy, y'know?"
"Singin' to yer sweet Miss Daisy, I see."
Matthew smiled bashfully. "Yeah. Well, it was just she and I for Christmas for a long time, and I got into the habit, especially around the holiday, to sing t'her. It just kinda became a little tradition and I didn't want t'let this year pass without singin' t'her. I must seem like a crazy person."
"Never. That's the last thing y'are, Blue Eyes. It made me smile somethin' fierce," Dominic whispered, resting his head on Matthew's shoulder now, their roles reversed from earlier. Matthew's brow furrowed for a beat, and he swallowed tightly.
"Been sittin' here with Daisy and doin' a lot of thinkin' while y'slept. I think I've figured it out."
"Oh? Thinkin'?"
"Mostly about how I first saw mama singin' t'Daisy when I was little, and how much the memory made me smile. From there, I connected the dots. That's a memory that only visits me this time of year, and I reckon it's like that for everyone."
Dominic said nothing.
"You miss her, your mama, I mean," Matthew commented, as gently as he could, and waited. His heart began to pound, as he was worried that perhaps he'd went too far.
Dominic held on to Matthew a little bit tighter. A few quiet moments passed, and it was only when Matthew looked down and found tears dripping onto Daisy's Santa hat that he realized that Dominic was crying quietly. His own throat tightened at the very sight and a small corner of his heart broke a little. And yet, he had purpose now; he gently urged Daisy off his lap, reached for a pillow from the bed to put in his lap, and gently laid Dominic where Daisy had just been resting. Dominic's wet eyes blinked rapidly, as though he were fighting the urge to cry mightily. He sniffled and coughed, Matthew smoothing the hair away from his face. He leaned in and kissed Dominic's temple as he began to speak softly.
"I can't imagine what it's like, Dom, especially at Christmas time. I won't pretend that I know how y'feel. But, if y'like, I'd love t'tell y'what I can do."
Dominic turned in his lap, looking up at him with red-rimmed eyes. Matthew blinked away a tear of his own and smiled down at his partner, one thumb stroking Dominic's cheek, wiping tears away.
"I can make scrambled eggs at two in the mornin' when y'wake up with one of yer middle of the night cravings."
Dominic wrinkled his nose, both of them perfectly aware of Matthew's lack of ability in making that particular dish.
"... I didn't say I could make em' well. I said I could make em," Matthew admonished good-naturedly. "I can put on Batman Begins and quote every bit of Cillian Murphy's dialogue simply t'make y'laugh like I did that one time. 'Would you like to see my mask?'" he intoned dramatically.
It was barely perceptible, but Matthew was pretty certain that the corners of Dominic's mouth turned up ever, ever so slightly.
"I've no idea why y'find my eternal, rabid devotion to Cillian Murphy so dang entertaining. That is one beautiful bastard; there ain't rightly nothin' funny about it. Let's see, what else. I can put on some awful music and dance badly now and then if it would make y'smile, too."
"Naked?" Dominic whispered, hopeful.
"Sure."
"With a candy cane hanging from your dick?" This time, the small smile was indeed perceptible.
"Two, if y'wish it. More than all those things, though, I can remind ya I'm right here, and I'm not goin' anywhere. Y'can talk about it if y'want, or y'can just let me hold ya, hell, y'can even cry as much as y'need to when y'need to. I reckon what I'm sayin' is that whatever y'choose t'do, y'don't have t'do it alone if y'don't want to. But also, if what y'need is a bit of space or alone time, tha-"
"No," Dominic protested, shaking his head. "Not that. Ever. There ain't never gonna be a time where I don't want ya close. I'm sorry that I-"
Matthew put two fingers onto Dominic's lips. "Whatever yer about t'apologize for, don't. Don't ever, ever be sorry for how y'feel, for needin' me, for anything. Okay?"
Dominic pursed his lips, pecking Matthew's fingertips lightly. "Okay. I just don't want t'push you away."
"Y'didn't though. Don't ever worry about that."
They stayed there for a while, resting their eyes until Dominic decided that a hot shower would do him good. A good idea became a great one when Matthew joined him unexpectedly halfway through.
Soon after Dominic emerged from the bathroom, hair freshly dried. Matthew was sitting on their bed next to a packed overnight bag.
"I talked to yer daddy a bit ago. Thought we'd go spend Christmas eve with him and Kevin. He even said t'bring Daisy too, that he'd make something he called his," Matthew applied air quotes with his fingers to his next phrase, "world famous grilled bacon and cheese sandwiches. Not sure what that is, but I'll be danged if I don't wanna find out."
Dominic looked from the bag to Matthew to the overnight bag again, noting the presence of Daisy's dog treats tucked in the top of it. "But, this is our first Christmas together and I've been so grumpy and moody. I couldn't ask-"
"It's also the first Christmas for y'all without her," Matthew said firmly but softly, pulling Dominic into his arms, "...y'all should be spendin' it together. And, y'didn't ask, it was my idea. Besides, we're all family now, right? This is what families do."
"Are y'sure?"
Matthew put his hands on Dominic's shoulders and stared deeply into his eyes, his expression extremely solemn. "Dom. I really, really like bacon. Trust me, I'm sure."
Dominic rested his forehead against Matthew's own and sighed. "I am so, so, completely in love with you. I don't know what else t'say. I just love you, Matty. So much." He wrapped his arms around Matthew and held him tightly.
"That's my point. Y'don't have t'say anything."
In the other room, Daisy barked, as her owners shared a Christmas eve kiss beneath the mistletoe in their bedroom doorway.
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Date: 2013-12-27 04:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-01 03:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-27 04:36 am (UTC)poor Dom. Just remembered that voice clipping and how she used to call him DJ. Matt was do sweet though...
And I just discovered something called a "Southern Drawl" in my kinks list. I am absolutely sure that wasn't there in my pre-SOAPM days...
Matt singing to Daisy was sooooo good! Loved that! (Though is it normal to be jealous of a cat?)
anyway. Hope you had a great Christmas. And SOAPM snapshots is the best news from this year!
And Doms head on Matts lap is sooooo sweet! A perfect picture! Wish it really could exist!
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Date: 2014-01-01 03:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-27 06:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-01 03:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-27 09:37 am (UTC)The image of them sitting with Dom's head in Matthew's lap, is just absolutely beautiful.
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Date: 2014-01-01 03:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-27 01:14 pm (UTC)This was... beautiful. Poor Dominic that he have to spend his Christmas withouth her mum :( I am so happy he have found happiness besides Matt! They are the perfect couple!
And, y'didn't ask, it was my idea. Besides, we're all family now, right? This is what families do." This broke my heart, but in a very good way!!! :') I swear, these Matt and Dom are probably my favourites of you! They are just plain adorable and aaaawwwwwww. This fic made me so happy!
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Date: 2014-01-01 03:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-27 09:05 pm (UTC)When Dom was resting in Matt's lap, I just melted, they are as adorable as ever and I'm so glad you may be re-visiting them in the future.
This has made my Christmas, thanks so much for sharing, my lovely <3
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Date: 2014-01-01 03:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-28 06:50 pm (UTC)Nice to hear from the boys again.
Thank you <33
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