Night songs

Pairing: nikki sixx x daughter-reader

Summary: your father, nikki sixx, teaches you how to play bass!

A/n:I hope this is near what you expected! Thanktou for requesting! This is a based apon Nikki sixx, as I feel he is a great father, and I love his vibes.

As your father stood behind you,  you sat in a chair, a bass in hand, your fingers delicately placed on the strings, the other hand preparing its self to pluck the strings.

His hands sat gently amongst the back of the chair you sat in, your fingers slowly danced along the strings as you attempted to play a song that he gave you a quick run through on.

You enjoyed watching him play bass, ever since you were young. The older he got, the more involved he seemed to get with you. Whether it being teaching you bass, showing you pictures from the 80s, taking you out to get icecream, or even simply watching a movie together.

You began quickening your speed on the bass, your fingers keeping up with the ones plucking the strings, you playing the song that he taught you eariler. He jumped up, clapping, and cheering with excitement.  "Yes!! Good job, y/n!!" He exclaimed, his arms wrapping around you, making sure to not knock the instrument.

A cheeky smile spread across your face. Moments like these were the little things that kept you going.

He released from the hug, kissing your cheek, then standing up, and giving you some space. "That's sounding great! I'm so proud of you." He said,  his words coming out with love, and passion.

Teaching you something about his passion and career had always been a dream of his. He'd always try to be a good father to you, and all his other children, especially since it was because he wasn't blessed with that, and wanted his children with a good childhood.

You continued to strum on the bass, looking up to him for reassurance. His kind eyes and bright smile were too contagious, making you motivated to keep playing.

As he continued to listen in, he had a lovely smile on his face, his teeth showing, and his eyes squinted. 

Before he could say anything, his name was being called, and he was off to another room. "Keep practicing, darling. I'll be right back!" He reassured you, and walked out of his the room.

His eyes wondered around the room you were sitting in, basses and electric guitars hung on the walls, and on stands. Nikki had an arrangement of instruments in this room. Even a drawer of replacent bass strings.

You began playing a scale on each string. Getting a deep vibrating feeling throughout your hand as you plucked at each string. The tone was deep, and smooth.

"Nikki she's sounding amazing!" Courtney said from the living room, causing a huge grin to form amongst your face. They continued talking for a few more moments, than him coming back into the room.

Nikki gently closed the door behind him, sitting back down on a couch in a corner. "You're sounding so good!" He told you, crossing his legs.

As the night devoted its self to both of both of you playing bass, you both grew tired but proud of your bproductivity together. You appreciated having your father being Nikki sixx...