I've started to show interest for the Gorillaz lore just recently, and I can assure you that I've binge-read plenty of 2nu fanfics in the past days - and there aren't enough, if you ask me.

Here I'll compile my poor attempts at platonic/romantic 2nu of varying ratings, some of which might be connected. I can probably speak and write English to save my life (or not), but given that it's not my first language, 2D's way of speech is just a watered down copy of what I've seen so far lmao

Hope you enjoy!

Romantically Inclined Roommates (R.I.R.): Comfort

i. Comfort

Nights in which 2D could get some decent shuteye were usually rare, and this was one of them. Despite the howling winds and the flashing lightning streaking across the stormy skies above Kong Studios, he lied in bed and slept peacefully with his limbs strewn about in an uncomfortable looking position. With his mouth hanging open and a thin trail of saliva making its way down the side of his face, he wore only his boxes and an old, dirty and stained tank top to bed.

He had just marathoned a bunch of horror movies, had literally spent hours awake staring at the tv screen. The vocalist was out cold the moment his face touched his only thin pillow and he was so exhausted that not even the tree branch that rattled against his window disturbed his sleep. He never heard the hinges of his door squeaking as it was opened about an hour later, nor did the added weight on his mattress make him stir and come close to awakening... But the hands shaking his shoulder in the next second did.

2D jumped awake with a startle and looked about his dark room with wide eyes. Only when lightning flashed and illuminated the space around him did he see Noodle by his side, her hair a mess and a frightened expression on her face. He blinked the sleep away and rubbed at the inner corner of his eyes with a hand as the other pushed him into an upright position.

"'Ey, Noods." He cleared his throat and she smiled apologetically, but soon it gave way to fear once more, and the man furrowed his brow as he regarded her. "What's wrong?"

Now, Noodle still did not understand or speak much English. She could pronounce each of their names and at best a few words like pancakes, one or two curse words that were courtesy of Murdoc, please and thank you that were taught by Russel, and, much to 2D's immense pleasure, she knew how to say zombie – quite fluently and frequently at that. He could only hope that she would understand him now, somehow; she had been living with them for only a little more than three months.

The little girl blurted a stream of jumbled Japanese words that 2D could only wish he knew what they meant, but thankfully, she pointed at his window as she spoke, and as lightning struck and cut her sentence short with a sharp gasp and a dive to hide her face in his arm, he understood.

He could not help the chuckle that bubbled in his chest and lifted his arm to wrap it around her small shoulders. "'S alright, love, 's jus' a storm."

Noodle happily curled herself by his side, pulling his sheets up to her chin and making herself comfortable. The vocalist was sure his arm would be dead by morning, but honestly, knowing that she felt safe sleeping there was worth it. It took him a while to fall asleep again, though.

The many doctors he saw as a child and science itself could not explain how such thing as falling off a tree could make all of his body hair – sans his eyebrows, apparently, mind you – fall off and grow back blue, but they could tell his parents that he had suffered brain damage that was irreversible and would have to be treated with meds for as long as he lived. That was why he was always taking pills in the morning, afternoon, night or whenever, and they had always been a part of his life, so he never really thought it odd that he had to take so many painkillers and whatnot to have a normal day. As normal as days with Gorillaz could be, that is.

Usually, his pain manifested itself in the form of a dull throbbing behind his eyes or the sensation of having a needle stuck through his head. If he were lucky, and he rarely ever was, 2D would wake up in the morning without feeling any pain at all, which, honestly, made him feel a little weird, because after more than thirty six years with migraines as his constant companion, he felt oddly empty. And, of course, there were the times when it was so unbearable that he felt so sick and nauseous that the mere thought of moving made him want to vomit.

Tonight was one of these nights, and the thunderstorm raging outside brought back up memories from Plastic Beach that had yet to fade, so the vocalist found himself rather anxious as he trudged through the dark halls of their home, nearly bumping on everything as he made way to her room. He turned the doorknob and winced at the faint light from her lampshade, and found her lounging in bed wearing one of his shirts that Noodle shamelessly stole for herself and... Panties, most likely.

Her room was clean tidy and decorated to remind her of her heritage, and the curtains were thankfully closed. Noodle looked up from the pages as he quietly walked over to her, and marked where she left off with a slip of paper, putting the book aside before lifting her arms in a welcoming gesture. 2D fell right into them, resting the side of his face on her breast and inhaling deeply. She smelled nice, clean and fresh. 2D did not understand much of scents to properly describe it as something other than simply sweet, but if he were to guess, he would say she smelled of peaches. He loved it, just as much as he loved staying like this. It calmed his heart down, washed his anxiety away, made the pain more bearable.

Noodle reached over and turned off the lights, grazed her nails up and down the length of the arm draped over her hips and played with his messy strands of hair with her other hand. "Did it get any better?"

He hummed in response to her murmur, adoring the way she was touching him. "Now it 'as, love."

She let out a breathy laugh and leaned down to kiss the crown of his head. "Cheeky, aren't we?" 2D gave her the slightest of shrugs and cuddled closer, throwing one leg over hers for good measure. "Do you want me to sing to you?"

"Nah, Noods." He slipped his hand under the oversized shirt and gave her hip a gentle squeeze. "Could yeh, um, tell me favorite story again?"

The guitarist tightened her arms around his form, smiling and knowing that by the time she reached the end, he would be fast asleep. "Of course, 'D." With fingers still threading through his blue locks in a soothing manner, she began. "So, I had just arrived from Japan and made my way to Kong Studios, thinking I'd find the three of you here. Instead, the place was filled with zombies..."