hiiii murdoc kid anon again,, how are you ? i hope you’ve been well ! can i req a oneshot of plastic beach murdoc and his daughter reuniting ,, like maybe she was staying somewhere while he was on plastic beach until she kinda just got fed up and went to look for him herself ? then they reunite and murdoc they have a little moment . tysm and i hope you have a good day / night ! 🫶
[🦷🎀 𝙷𝚒 𝚑𝚒 𝚑𝚒! 𝙸'𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚘! 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝! 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢/𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜!]
𝐑𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
After losing Noodle, fuck. He was lonely.
It was hard for Murdoc to realise that he'd probably never see his daughter again, his girl, that's if she even wanted to see him in the first place.
He's... He's a really, really shit person. Yeah. He knew that. But... She wasn't. She was good, she was a good kid.
He never meant to hurt her.
After the band split for a while, it was really.. Really fucking tough for him to raise her on his own. With his own addictions, and rent and debt to pay. She just kept asking where her family was.
In all honesty, he wished he could've answered her honestly.
And burning down Kong Studios was the last straw, she officially had nothing left. No family other than her shithole dad and without the place she bloody grew up in.
This wasn't the life for you.
He wasn't going to doom you the way his father doomed him.
He called in, cashed a few favours and found her a safe place to stay.
Fuck that goodbye was probably one of the hardest things for him to do.
And after finding out some slag named the "boogie man" was after him? What a nightmare. He was kind of glad that he kept you safe. That you didn't have to keep reeling in his shit . But, every so often. His mind traced back to his lovely daughter.
"Does she think I abandoned her?"
"Does she hate me? She should. You piece of shit. You left her behind. She doesn't want you coming back for her. Do what's best for her and let her forget about you."
"That's what a good dad would do."
"... But you wouldn't know what that looks like, would you Niccals?"
He attempted to push all of this aside for the sake of music.
If he could focus on getting his ass out of trouble again, the quicker you can come back to him.
Faceache didn't make it any better.
Murdoc took out a lot of his frustrations, anger and misery out on Stuart back then. He's not proud of it. But, who else did he have? A robot version of Noodle? Fuck he wasn't doing that. Not only is that... Basically like a niece to him, but cyborg noodle would take him down in about 0.4 seconds flat, if we're being generous here.
... He had to take a break.
On the balcony of the new Gorillaz HQ, he was practically dozing off in the sun. The only thing jolting him awake was the absolute SCREECH of a bird that had landed on his head.
".. Oh, piss off you feathered thing!" He snapped, swiping at the seagull's legs as it was frightened off.
But.. His eyes did notice something out of the blue.. Literally.
The pissiest, shittiest, dungiest little boat he'd ever seen. It looked like it had barely been held together. In fact... It looked like driftwood of a larger boat.
He could barely see who was 'captain' of this little raft. But, his blood boiled with possessiveness. What if this was some kind of pirate coming to take his valuable stuff! Living on an island, everything is valuable.
"Oi!" he called out, leaning over the ledge. "Don't you bloody move! I'm coming!" He snapped aggressively at the little blob figure. Could this be the boogey man himself? Some sort of... Police coppa?
As he stormed through his hideout, he poured his way down onto the beach, he had to make sure this fucker wouldn't take anything from him.
His feet pelting against the spray painted sand, he waited for the little shit-.. I mean the ship... To dock.
And, the figure was wearing a large beach hat to conceal her face from the heat. A slightly feminine yet still boxy body figure and little height was clear that this was some sort of girl. But she was covered. It wasn't until he saw his own eyes on her face that he realised who it was.
Her cries had frozen time for the singer. It was as if the world had just...
She raced off the boat, kicking up and flicking sand with her sandals as she dove into him, embracing the taller man with a hug so tight it could've permanently cut off his breath to his mouth.
He could feel those arms around him again.
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