murdoc with a son or a daughter who looks up to him a lot? i feel like they would sneak el diablo into their room and eventually murdoc finds out and freaks out but ends up buying them their own bass. one day murdoc comes home and finds everyone outside of his kid's door listening to their mediocre bass playing and he whispers "they sound awful!" and noodle is just like "don't say that!" jfjdk
It’s obvious to everyone that Murdoc loves his kid more than anything else he’s ever created (hawhawww) and he’s super pleased his kid looks up to him, but also TERRIFIED because he doesn’t want uh I don’t know stealing and lighting things on fire. Or getting their nose as broken as he did their age.
Murdoc’s pretty oblivious to the fact that they’re taking El Diablo without his permission into his room for awhile because his kid is very sneaky and tends to get away with things they shouldn’t be doing most of the time. He hates it. Wonder who they got that from?
So when he instinctively goes to grab El Diablo from its stand and just grasps the air for a good second, he freaks out, panicking and slamming open doors around the house. His hands are sweaty. his body movements are frantic, and he’s yelling.
His kid eventually stops playing the bass because of all the yelling and internally goes oh shit, running out of the room with the larger instrument back into where the band keeps their instruments. Murdoc is just on the prowl and when his child stops dead in their tracks with his beloved El Diablo in their hands, he blanks for a second, but then realizes what’s going on.
His kid’s eyes are wide with fear, reasonably so, because they know their father’s temper is NOT something to mess with.
“What the bloody hell are you doing with that, squirt?”
“Uh….. you see, I was playing it, butIwasreallycarefulwithitandIdidn’tbreakit-”
Murdoc comes over and takes the bass out of their hands, observing it closely before letting out a deep sigh when he sees there is no damage to it. His child says nothing but keeps their head down, afraid to meet their father’s eyes.
Murdoc pats their head gently before beginning to talk.
“I sold my soul for this, you know. Greatest bloody instrument on this miserable Earth. You could have just asked, little one.”
“…But you would’ve said no.”
“Yep. I would have. But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have let you use a spare one we have lying around here, eh?”
His kid smiled shyly before scratching their arm awkwardly, still avoiding looking Murdoc in the eye. Murdoc begins to let a grin spread across his face and ruffles their hair some more.
“C’monnnn, look at me, yeah? I’ll make sure you’re the best fuckin- erm, don’t repeat that, bass player alive next to me. Or above me. If that happens you can’t blame me for being a little spiteful about it though.”
His child finally hugs him and buries their face into his sweater, and Murdoc sighs peacefully again to hug the shorter little him.
Several weeks later, Murdoc walks through the door and spots Noodle close to his child’s bedroom door, and his eyebrows furrow in confusion.
“Shhhh, they’re playing, Murdoc,” Noodle whispers with a glare, and Murdoc glares back for a moment before leaning his ear close to the door. He can hear notes being played, although a lot of them are wrong, but nevertheless, they are notes. He chuckles for a bit and pulls back.
“Then why don’t you get in there and teach them, Uncle Murdoc?” Noodle taunts, crossing her arms while tapping her foot.
Murdoc pulls on the collar of his turtle neck awkwardly before swallowing.
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