Summary:

A collection of hyper fluffy and BellDom stories, of any era, as long there's fluff and some filled prompts

I- Like father, Like Son: it's T2L , get ready to deal with super lovely baby Bing, fun and cuteness are in the air!

This work participates in the initiative '#SpringBingo ' of the group Non solo Sherlock - FB multifandom events group

Notes:

I'm really sorry if I keep flooding this section but inspiration doesn't stop knocking on my door and these are the results.

probably no one cares, but i like sharing anyway, hoping to make someone smile...

Prompt used:

'It's Gonna Be a success!' by Jeremy Marsh
Blue eyes, by Alex Antognazza
He had enjoyed X years of total irresponsibility, by Clau Albertini
Time, by Artemis Karpusi Vargas
Good manners, by Elena Altamura

Disclaimer: nothing of this ever happened, I don't know Matt, Dom (I wish I could!) nor all the people around them, I don't earn a single coin from writing that, I just please my crazy mind, lol

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Chapter 1: Like Father, Like Son Chapter Text

Like Father, Like Son

"It will be a success. I'm sure." comments Matt, to say the least excited, concluding his phone call.

"Are you inspired for a new song to write, Bells?" asks Chris, sitting next to him in the lobby of the London Hotel where they stayed to participate in three different programs in the space of just five days.

Normal routine when they are in full promotion.

"There's not only work ,Chris, especially if you have a little baby waiting for you at home all eager, you who are the father of two hundred children should know this better than anyone!" replies Dom, who, as usual, knows every detail of the life of his best friend and life partner… in every sense.

"You are always so exaggerated. I only have six!" specifies the bassist, and then scratches the back of his neck a little embarrassed, assailed by a doubt that only statistical research can remove, as they get into the taxi that will take them to the airport.

"So… has it arrived?" turns to Matt Dom, perhaps even more excited than him.

"Yeah, Manson just called me, it's custom made for Bing, he even sent me pictures!" Matthew approaches him, proudly showing the display of his mobile.

Chris doesn't even pay attention to them, busy as he is scrolling through the results of the google pages.

"But she's beautiful, you're right, Matt. It will be a success!" Dom lights up with enthusiasm, giving him a big smile.

"Instead of going right back to Los Angeles I'm gonna stop at Exeter to go and collect it, because, it's true, I could have it delivered, but I prefer to bring it myself. Dommeh, do you want to come with me?" the frontman asks, with perhaps too much expectation gleaming in his blue eyes.

Dom, however, is about to disappoint those expectations.

"Sure, only to see you run to your family and act like you're in a goddamn breakfast cookie commercial? Thanks, but no thanks!" snorts the drummer.

"I should have known," sighs Matt, his blue eyes now glazed with gray disappointment. "But know that yours is the only cookie that makes me happy. Oh wait, I didn't mean it to sound so wicked and lustful." he thinks back to how he formulated that sentence, with a nervous laugh.

In response, Dom gives him one of his best pouts.

"Oh, Bells, it's such a pity you didn't mean it." He whispers in his ear, nibbling a little on the earlobe.

Expectations come back to sparkle again in those blue eyes, they are only postponed to a later date.

"Oh yes, I'm afraid I have a slightly above average level of procreation..." Chris mutters, on the train that is taking him home, closing Google and regaining awareness of the world around him and with it also a familiar face who is watching him sitting on the opposite seat.. "Hey, Matt, but you weren't supposed to go back to Los Angeles together with Dom?"

Time to have his precious extra baggage to add to the airport check-in and Matt really comes back to Los Angeles.
He agrees to welcome Kate with a noteworthy kiss and then rushes off to whom is the greatest joy of his life.

As soon as Bing sees him, he rushes towards him with a somewhat awkward but very tender run.

"Daaadddyyy!" he giggles happily, letting himself be picked up.

"Heellooo, my beautiful love, look what daddy brought you!" Matthew smiles at him, leading him towards the living room where he has abandoned all the luggage.

With more eagerness than his son, he gets rid of the packaging and the box that protects that precious gift which turns out to be a miniature electric guitar, but certainly not a toy; it is perfectly capable of playing and can also be amplified.
The background is glossy black, crossed by rainbow spirals, as is the small shoulder strap too.

"Isn't she wonderful?" Matthew says mostly to himself, observing her- to him every guitar is a she- enraptured, only to realize that the child has already run to the other room.

Matthew sighs a little disappointed, but the truth is that he's too tired to feel bad.
-

The next day things seem to go a little better: Bing has accepted that Matt put the shoulder strap on him, making him hold the guitar in his hands and now he's imitating his father a bit when he's on stage, thanks to a video of a concert by the Muse that Matt is showing him.

Bing also has a plectrum in his hand that strikes the six strings and the fingers of the other hand touch the frets without any precise logic

Luckily for Kate and mostly the entire neighborhood, the little guitar is unplugged from the amp.

When he least expects it, Matt sees Bing pull out the guitar and grab it by the neck, lifting it.

Matthew is convinced that the little kid is about to break her, instead he sees him put her on the ground, as delicately as possible, give her two caresses with his little hand and then go away.

"There's nothing to do. My son doesn't want to learn to play the guitar." Matthew vents disconsolately the following day, on the phone.

"Matteh, you remember that he's yet to turn two years old in three months, don't you? And there's that thing called time, your son has plenty to spare," Dominic points out.

"It doesn't matter, it's not a matter of time, it's something that must be innate and I understood that it's not," sighs the other unhappy.

"Why? Did you realize that you wanted to play piano and guitar since you were in your mother's womb?" Dom teases him.

"Well, basically yes and probably my first cry was in falsetto!" Matt plays along and they both end up laughing. "Yesterday then, at one point Bing lifted the guitar, almost in anger, and I really thought he was going to throw her on the ground, breaking her."

"Oh, no!" the drummer gets alarmed.

"But no, he put her away with kindness and left, as if nothing had happened. Not even this satisfaction he has given me"

"Satisfaction?!"

"Yes, Dom, I could already see him on stage in a dozen years or so, crashing guitars against amplifiers, just like his father, but no, I find myself a serial guitar caresser at home!" the frontman grumbles.

"I've given up on understanding you... if anything, you should be thankful that your son has good manners" Dom rolls his eyes. "Though, Matt, have you thought that maybe the guitar isn't the right instrument?"

About a week later, Matthew shows up at Bing with a custom-made grand piano for the little one.

He sits him down and Bing, with a very unconvinced look, tries to press a few keys, repetitively, getting so bored that he throws a tantrum until his father pulls him down from that little stool that seems like an insurmountable obstacle to him.

Finally free, Bing crawls on the floor until he devotes all his attention to a clothes peg that he accidentally found on the floor, which he evidently must find much more stimulating than the piano.

Matthew, on the other hand, goes to vent his frustrations on his piano, composing a grandiose and at times a bit disturbing melody.

-

"Thank you for coming, Dommeh, so you can see it with your own eyes," Matthew drags him into the house, as soon as he sees him arriving in the taxi.

"You've been begging me to come by for two days, calling me at any hour of the day or night... let's say you mostly took me out of exhaustion." snorts Dom.

"Kate isn't here, she's on a movie set and she's going to have it for weeks." the frontman informs him.

"This is excellent news." the blond definitely changes his mood.

"Bing, daddy's love, come here, do you feel like showing Uncle Dom how you play the piano?" Matt calls him and the child runs, but more to jump into his beloved uncle's arms than to fulfill his father's request.

"Noooo, piano, ewww... ugly piano, boring.." the little one complains, with the most annoyed of expressions.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear." Matt grumbles through clenched teeth. "Have you seen how he behaves?" he immediately turns to Dom.

"Bing, don't you really want to try, even if Uncle Dommeh plays the piano with you?" Dominic tries to persuade him, but in the act of bending down to put him back on the floor, the drumsticks in his back pocket slip, falling to the floor.

Bing immediately grabs them and starts banging on the floor.

"Bam, bam, bam, this is fuuuun!" he chuckles, moving towards the wall.

"Bing, stop now!" his father dictates.

"Nooo! Bam, bam, bam again!" protests the little one, hitting the cushions of the sofa, not too satisfied with the noise he gets up to the height of his father's shins, that he doesn't hesitate to hit repeatedly and even with a certain violence, amused by the somewhat woody noise.

"Ouch!" poor Matt moves away from his beating fury, which continues with the adjacent furniture. "What did you say about good manners, Dom?"

"Oh come on, that was fun!" chuckles the blond.

"Rather answer me…why do you always go around with drumsticks in your pocket?"

"Well, if I meet a fan I can give them to her, then, who knows, one thing leads to another..." replies Dominic, with a sexy smirk.

Teasing Matthew's jealousy is always good and proper.

Although seeing how much his beloved best friend overflows with joy whenever he is with his little baby gives the handsome drummer a little to think about.
He has enjoyed years and years of irresponsibility, he wonders if perhaps the time has come to settle down and find himself a steady girlfriend, without giving up on the one true love of his life.

- Who knows… maybe in a few years even I will hold a little me in my arms !- Dom gets lost in his considerations, not disdaining that possibility at all..

Meanwhile Bing has found the ultimate victim: the small piano.

He begins to beat the drumsticks with force and a frantic rhythm, trying to hit every key he encounters in no particular order.

Needless to say, it just emits an unbearable cacophony.

Matt looks at Dom and he sees pride in her blue eyes.

"My son is a genius and has created a new instrument: the pwums or the dwiano!"

"Matt, be consistent, this just can't be called music!" Dom complains, plugging his ears. "But, you know, this is giving me an idea, do you trust me?"

-

And since Matthew blindly trusts his beloved, the next day Dom shows up at the Bellamy/Hudson house with something very special.

The time to build it and in a short time Bing is faced with mini drums, similar in all respects to one for adults, with drumsticks more within his reach.

It goes without saying that the child is beside himself with joy, he sits down, starts hitting every part of it and doesn't stop for hours.

Fortunately for the neighborhood, the room is completely soundproofed.

Matthew has to accept it: his son will probably never become a guitarist or a pianist.

-It doesn't matter, I can always pass on my good taste in clothes to him!- the handsome pianist does not lose heart.

Famous last words.

The following afternoon the two musicians scamper through every children's clothing store, with Matt getting excited every time he finds some shirt or onesie with aliens or sprinkled with glitter or both, and Bing crying his head every time his dad tries to make him wear something like that.

Among the many items on offer, Dom grabs a shirt with images of Spiderman on it in various attack positions and Bing waves his hands enthusiastically, a sign that that will be the winning purchase.

There is a sector that separates them from the cash registers and it's the one of toys and stuffed animals.

Matthew gets excited when he sees a giant banana that can even be peeled off, pulling various zippers up and down.

"Bing, don't you also think it's the most beautiful toy in the universe? It also smells like banana! It's soft, it's giant and it's super bananish!" Matthew waves it in front of him but mostly tends to hug it to himself.

Bing doesn't even look at that thing, but reaches out for a small stuffed leopard.

Matt glares at Dom.

"Bells, look, I have nothing to do with it!" The handsome drummer gets defensive, and then turns to the boy. "Hey, little champion, you like this big cat's specks, don't you? I like them a lot too. So uncle Dommeh is gonna buy it for you," he decides, grabbing the puppet with one hand but taking with the other the giant banana that Matt reluctantly decides to put back on the shelf. "And we pass this off as another toy for you, but we all know who I'm really buying it for!" he adds, earning an enthusiastic grin from Matthew.

Leaving the shop, Matthew seems lost in thought, while Bing has fallen asleep in the stroller.

Dominic leaves him silent throughout the journey, but when they arrive at the frontman's house, he can't hold back any longer.

"Will you tell me what's wrong, Bells?"

"I was thinking… Bing is blond. He loves the drums. He likes Spiderman. He also seems to love leopards… aren't you and Kate hiding from me that he's actually your son?"

In response, Dom bursts out laughing.

"Oh please, Matteh, don't be silly. Bing couldn't be more like you!"

Matt looks at him puzzled, confusion making his blue eyes a little darker.
The fact that he's so narrow-minded at times only makes him all the more lovable to Dom.

"And why do you say that, Dom?"

"Because Bing is exactly the same as his father: he can't resist me!" the drummer rejoices, taking advantage of the walls that now protect them from prying eyes to reach out to him and give him a kiss.

"Like father, like son!" chuckles Matt, much more relieved now. "Well, you know, Bing's nap usually lasts more than an hour…"

"Uhmm… and listen, do you have any ideas on how to pass the time?" Dominic looks at him seductively.

"You, me… and the giant banana!"

THE END

Notes:

hope you enjoyed it, but I'm getting sadly accustomed to slience... :'(

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