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[vampireminion]

I just realized that I love Gramon more than anything

[roomeight]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Blur (Band), Blur Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Damon/Graham Series: Part 3 of This Is Hardcore

Summary: Damon and Graham share a difficult sort of love.

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[abrakazabka]

It’s getting to the snuggly season!! Which means lots of cute, cozy blur boys are comin’ your way !! ❄️🧣🎄☕️✨

[braindeadvirtually]

What type of person are you when you write? A: The person that writes as you go along with little direction, just writing whatever comes to you and seems best in the moment. B: Writing as you go along, but knowing the big ideas of what you want but they aren't completely planned; it's flexible and you go back to edit it later, Or C: Everything is planned as well as it can be, but you still add some minor ideas you had along the way? I'm more of a B myself :)

Thanks for this question!! A really interesting one, thanks. :D

I would definitely say I’ve gone through all three of these styles of writing, but it’s almost as if going through each of these stages has been my ENTIRE writing process for me. Basically, my oldest stuff, when I was like 13-15, I was definitely playing it by emotions and what I felt like writing at that time with legitimately little to no planning. So, I’d relate this type of writing to my Zelda fic “No One Like You” or even one of my older Gorillaz fics “Decisions”. A majority of my Blurslash oneshots are also like “A.”

Then, I would say a majority of my writing is like yourself, person B! I know some things, but I may even change many ideas before or even while I’m writing. This reminds me of my writing in my Gorillaz fic “Where She Belongs” and especially “Drowning In Pain”, which has been loosely planned for years, but I’ve changed a lot of aspects I never thought I would.

Finally, my most recent fic I’ve been working on, “Sunday Morning”, is definitely almost completely planned and it’s just my writing that’s been physically forming the ideas into something legible at this point. I basically know everything that’s going to happen, it’s just me trying to form what order I’d like to release the story in, and just adding the artistic touches to the ideas themselves. It’s the first time I’ve done this, being a person C, but I will have you know it’s not any easier than being an A or B person, but it is nice having an actual direction to head in for once. :)

[fuckyeahgramon]

New Fic from pocketsomewhere (Jun. 23, 2016)

Title: One Of Those Nights Pairing: Damon/Graham Era: uhh...britpop era? hihi Rating: PG Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in Blur (although I wish I do). Nothing written here is true (thank god for that). Pls don't kill me graham.

Link to the story... HERE!

[gramon-my-otp]

Only for grown ups

Synopsis: A Magic Baby spin-off oneshot. Weller walks in on his parents when they were making love.

Characters: Damon Albarn; Graham Coxon

Year: 2003

Rating: +18

Words: 1761

The year was 2003. Graham and Damon finally made amends after three years. Albarn was finally presented to Weller, their son, whose brother didn’t survive childbirth back then… But Syd was not dead. His soul was taken by Loki, the norse entity who tricked Damon and transformed Coxon’s body so he could bear children. That was their past. Now the couple is together again, determined to make their boy happy. In order to do that, they terminated their long time band Blur.

“My girl done gone now. My girl done gone oh yeah…”, Graham sang, while playing his acoustic guitar. He was doing sketches of a new composition. The song had a bluesy feel. “I really need you, need you to lead me through. I want to know you know you would be so true…”.  

Three and half year old Weller was right by his side, drawing on papers with crayon on the floor. Graham looked down and recognized three figures connected with sticks, as if those were hands. He was drawing his family, obviously. The boy soon got bored of that one and got a new blank paper. The next thing he had drawn was hard to guess. It occupied almost the whole paper, and colours chosen were light green, dark green, orange and red.

“Why did you stop playing, daddy? I was enjoying it”, asked Weller surprising his father. Graham ruffled his hair, and they both smiled.

“I stopped because I got intrigued with your art. What is that green thing?”, he questioned.

“Oh. It’s a dragon!”, he pulled the paper closer to Graham. “See? And he’s spitting fire!”

“Very good, Weller. You are very creative”, praised Graham, while trying to remember when and where did his son saw a dragon. Must had been on a TV movie, or at some book at school.

Graham practised on his new song for a little while. Until he heard the bell ringing. It was Damon, he was sure. They still lived in different places, and quite far from each other. It took a couple of hours for Albarn to get that far in the country. At least he was maintaining regularity. Every weekend he would show up and only left on Monday morning. Weller was loving to get in touch with his second father. Sometimes Graham thought he lived his days only to wake up late on saturday and find Damon sitting on the edge of his bed. He couldn’t ask for more, really, but it was a long way still until their relationship as lovers was fully restored. Having passed four months since their foreplay in the field of Alex James’s property on the day of his wedding, they never got that intimate again. They didn’t have any sex during all that time. It wasn’t Graham’s fault or anything, because Damon didn’t even provoke him. Maybe he was waiting for some kind of signal, or was too embarrassed to do it knowing their kid was nearby.

“Daddy Damon!”, Weller screamed, and jumped on Albarn, who took him and lifted him high, making the boy giggle.

“God, I missed you, Weller! How have you been?”, his eyes sparkled every time he asked the same question. Graham was glad too see him again, so he put down his guitar and walked to where the blonde was.

“Damon, welcome back”, greeted the brunette in glasses, coming in for a hug.

“How is it going, love?”. They hugged each other tight, and then Damon kissed him with hands placed on his partner’s hips. Weller watched curiously.

“So, Weller, could tell your father where have you been this week?”, Graham knew Damon would like the surprise.

“I was on school!”, he said, excited. “I made lots of friends!”

“That’s great, Weller! I bet you’re gonna love it!”, Albarn congratulated his son and looked to Graham’s eyes to talk to him. “Do they know we are two dads?”, he spoke in lower tone of voice.

“Yeah, they do. It’s okay. A little girl from Weller’s class has two moms”, Graham explained.

“Annie!”, remembered Weller.

Still. It wasn’t the same. It was obvious Annie was born from one the mothers and nobody had a problem with that, but everybody assumed Weller was adopted, or when they noticed how much alike he was of Graham, they rapidly jumped conclusions and thought he used a surrogate mother to bear his child. He couldn’t tell the truth to anyone, even though he hated the fact that nobody recognized Damon as Weller’s legitimate father.

Weller pulled Damon by the hand to show him his drawings. His attention was mixed and his eyes caught Graham’s work on the table. The guitarist came along and put his lyrics inside the drawer. He was bashful about it.

“Working on something?”, Damon knew, but wanted to be sure.

“Nothing important, Damon, just a few drafts”, he said.

“Let’s play a game, please!?”, Weller was so hungry for attention. They just couldn’t say no.

The three member family drawed some more, and Graham amazed them all with his talent. After that they played house, and pretended to be penguins skating in a glacier, and finally played some cards.

Before evening came, they also went to the supermarket, to buy supplies and ingredients for the next day meals. Weller, of course wanted to buy more cereal, but they still had plenty. The boy didn’t seem to understand and got upset. He complained, cried, and yelled at his parents in the end, in front of everybody. Graham kneeled down and held his arm lightly.

“Weller, I will warn you just once. We already have cereal. If you shout again, I will put you in time out”.

Seconds later he did it again. Damon stayed to pay what they bought, and Graham took Weller outside. He put the boy inside the car, and before closing the door, he told him:

“I am putting you in time out for yelling at me and daddy Damon for no reason”.

The couple waited for ten minutes before contacting their son again. Graham tossed his smoke away and approached Weller.

“Weller. I hope you have thought about what you’ve done”.

“I’m sorry for shouting at you, daddy”, it was clear that he cried. “And I am sorry for shouting at you too, daddy Damon”.

“You are forgiven, Weller. We will eat cereal when we get home”, joined Damon. They hugged each other and everything was alright again. Time to move on.

Weller had fallen asleep on the couch, while watching a movie with his parents. He was softly carried and nicely put in bed.

“Maybe it’s time for us to go sleep too, Graham. I’m tired”, suggested Damon.

“Okay”, Graham had a satisfied grin on his face.

Yet, something surprising happened that night. They made out, or at least began to do so. It all started with a few goodnight kisses. In a matter of seconds, Albarn was already rolling on top of his lover, as if he could merge into him with his kisses. Graham would just accept that it was really happening, after so much time. He nibbled Damon’s ear, and whispered to him. Told him he was missing his touch. The blond only got excited with Coxon’s provocations and rushed on taking his partner’s pants off. The guitarist also undressed the man before him.

“There are condoms getting old inside my drawer”, he said, before fetching one for Damon.

Between a laugh and another, the couple started playing with themselves. It had been a long time since sex was fun, and not an obligation or simply a habit. Graham was very noisy. It was the first time he did anal in three years. It was hard to begin with, but soon he remembered how good it felt, mainly with Damon being the only one who could that, the only person he trusted to be inside him. And Albarn did just an explendid job, making his lover feel relaxed and excited - and he was moaning like a bear, pleased with his performance.

Graham was about to come, when the door of their bedroom slowly slid open. The light from the corridor illuminated them. The two blokes turned their heads to the side. The child caught them in surprise. Coxon’s legs were bent against Damon’s shoulders, and his arse fully pierced by the penis. At least Weller didn’t have to see that completely, because they were covered by sheets. The couple stood still.

“Daddy, why are you screaming? Why is daddy Damon upon you?”, the boy asked, puzzled.

“Weller, go back to your room”, ordered Damon, serious.  Weller got scared.

“But…”

“Go back to your room, now”, Damon got off of Graham and out of bed, naked, and shut the door.

The blond sat on the floor against it and facepalmed. Graham froze. They were mortified with the possibility of traumatizing their son.

“Don’t you think you were too harsh on him?”, the brunette asked, unsure.

“What was I supposed to say? I don’t know what to do now!”

“Come here, Damon”, Graham sat up and called him. Damon crawled back in bed and held Graham. “We have to talk to Weller about what happened”.

After they recomposed themselves, and got dressed, they headed to Weller’s bedroom. He was awoken and looking at picture books in his bed. Graham entered first. Each parent kneeled down against a different edge of it. Weller had no clue of what was that about, but was very upset with Damon.

“I am sorry for being rude, Weller, I didn’t mean it”, said Damon.

“Why did you hurt my dad?”

“He was not hurting me, sweetie. He was… Well, he was playing with me”, answered Graham, nervous.

“So why didn’t you invite me to play with you, it’s not fair!”

Damon was holding his laugh, but stood his ground.

“It’s not a game for children, Weller. It’s only for grown ups. So when we shut the door next time you must not bother us. If you want to talk to us, knock first, and wait”, explained Albarn.

“Are we clear, Weller?”, Graham made the final question.

“Yes, daddy”.

“Goodnight, son”, Graham kissed his forehead and stood up, along with Damon, who also wished him goodnight and sweet dreams.

Just before they turned out the lights, Weller called them again.

“Uhm… Daddy?”

“Yes, dear”, said Graham.

“Be quiet the next time you play with daddy Damon, because it disturbs me when I’m asleep”.

[cherriesonaversatile]

ENGLAND’S NOT BREATHING

“Who’s Damon?” I ask, trying to go over in my head in the poor list of Damons but all I can think of is maybe some dad’s mate he was friends with due to work back when we lived in Germany.

“Ok, I’ll bring Damon over here tomorrow, since we’re stalling poor Scarfo here for no good shagging reason.” And soon enough the bar is left with some sinners leaving.

“Can we get beer?” I ask or rather state, as I pull Pete into the small newsagent right next to the dormitory, as if reminding students to take their daily intake of alcohol to drunk to forget what growing up is supposed to feel like or rather remind it, before I even let him say anything, I’m already near the fridge, looking at the beers, as if wondering what would a choice of tonight be.

“You just couldn’t drink up in the bar, could ya?” He smirks, as he leans against the fridge as if waiting to catch my eye to judge me again. I try to avoid Pete as much as I can, as I get anxious, as if I hadn’t known that Pete would keep giving me the side-eye since we ended up being sidekicks and had both checked out gay bars just to be disappointed until I had seen Scarfo perform and then I felt hooked, I was interested but I could never do anything, besides walk out on a guy who took out his dick in front of me in the loo. He continues in his own thoughts.

READ MORE DAMON ALBARN FANFICTION HERE

[screambing]

the biggest lie i've ever told.

[leemgallagher]

Hello, here's a link to my AO3 account if you feel like reading fanfics. Thought I would post this cause some people actually liked them, so.  Here.

[vampireminion]

[roomeight]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Blur Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Damon Albarn/Graham Coxon Additional Tags: Gramon Summary:

Graham gets caught up in one of Damon's acting experiments in college.

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[abrakazabka]

The boys are shopping for Christmas trees 🎄❤️🎄❤️🎄 I imagine that Damon is prolly saying “look at that one gra, I want it …..” :OOO And then graham is like “damon u know we don’t have enough room for a tree that big” 🙄

[fuckyeahgramon]

New Fic from dopeycat (Apr. 11, 2016)

Title: You Should've Seen The Other Guy Pairing: Damon/Graham Era: ~1985 Rating: PG Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in Blur. This is completely fictional. I'm so sorry Graham.

Link to the story... HERE!

[braindeadvirtually]

http://blurslash.livejournal.com/151427.html

Oops I accidently more ridiculous, outlandish, unrealistic, explicit Blurslash again.

[fuckyeahblurslash-blog]

The most depressing performance of Battery in Your Leg

[vampireminion]

i need more gramon fanfics