11 Works by acquiese
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Liam steps closer again, his frustration simmering. “You go off 'round the world, playin' rock star, and suddenly you're too tired for me?”
“That’s not fair.”
“Oh, we’re talkin’ ‘bout bein’ fair now?”
Scoffing, Damon sets the glass down with more force than necessary. “Fine, yes! Because you know what’s really not fair? You assuming the only reason I’d want to see you is to end up wrecked for the next two days!”
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In the early 90s (before Oasis blew up and before Blur released Modern Life Is Rubbish), Liam and Damon were... something. And then they are nothing, which neither of them really wants. But that's what bad communication and a need for emotional growth do to a ‘relationship.’
Life and angst and yearning ensue. -
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“Good thing,” he starts, expression smug as anything, “I had a spiritual premonition ‘bout this.”
Damon cracks one eye open. “You did not.”
“I did,” Liam insists. “That’s why I bought candles.”
He gestures grandly towards the bag still sitting near the door, like he has just saved them from certain doom rather than mild inconvenience.
Damon snorts despite himself. “You bought them because you wanted to flirt.”
“Two birds,” Liam says. “One very romantic stone.”
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Damon and Liam get away for a holiday, so they can see the sun (rain). -
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“I ain’t fuckin’ you on heroin.”
The words land harder than Damon expects, and he just stares at him.
Of all the reactions he has imagined from people, this one wasn’t even on the list. Not from Liam Gallagher anyway. Not from someone who lives like a headline and laughs at lines instead of staying on one side of them.
Justine has never cared. No one else has, either. If anything, it’s usually the opposite, an unspoken agreement, a shared haze, a mutual decision to blur the edges of the night.
Damon feels something twist in his chest, sharp and confusing.
“Why?” he asks, genuinely baffled, the word slipping out before he can stop it.
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Liam kisses him and then Justine gets Damon on heroin when he's mentally unwell and things evolve from there. -
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“Sometimes,” he starts quietly, “I hug you tighter than usual because... because I remember that if there’s an infinite amount of universes, then… then there’s one where we never ended up together.”
Damon blinks up at him, listening.
Liam keeps going, voice soft, almost not his own. “And so I hold you a little longer, ‘cause I’m grateful I exist in the one where I got to fall in love with you.”
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Liam has been watching Damon overwork himself and eventually steps in with a massage and laid bare emotions. -
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The realisation hits hard enough to sober him a little.
If this crosses the line, there is no script for what comes next. No rules, no safety net disguised as necessity. Just desire, naked and complicated and mutual. And he wants it so bad.
Liam stops.
He’s so close Damon can feel his breath against his mouth. The pause stretches, loaded and aching.
“I can’t,” Liam whispers, voice rough.
Damon nods, he doesn’t argue, doesn’t pretend not to understand.
“Yeah,” he says. “Me neither.”
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Damon suspects something is off with Liam and ends up entangled in vampirism while Noel just tries to keep everything and everyone together. -
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He doesn’t move away. Neither does Liam.
That is when it settles. Not as a rush, not as panic, but as a calm, unsettling clarity.This isn’t happening to him.
This is happening between them.
The thought doesn’t exhilarate him the way he expects. It steadies him instead, like something heavy clicking into place. It makes the past weeks rearrange themselves into a shape that finally makes sense. It is not just him who wants this, Liam wants this just as much.
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How the relationship between Damon and Liam develops after Damon's fever. (Part 2 of (I Got) The Fever)Series
- Part 2 of Coffee & TV
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“Nice station.” It comes out a little choked, probably because Liam went back to hammering into Damon.
“Show-off,” he mutters under his breath, and that is when it hits him. He can ruin this song for Damon, ruin For Tomorrow. Or well, not ruin it, but he can make sure all Damon will ever think about when hearing it, performing it, even just so much as thinking about it, will be Liam and the way he fucks him so well.
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Damon and Liam shag when For Tomorrow starts playing and Liam gets an idea. -
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“Last one I got stuck in,” Liam continues, eyes on the opposite wall instead of Damon’s face, “was in Manchester. Tiny thing. Smelled like piss and old chips. This one’s practically luxury by comparison.”
Damon listens. He lets himself focus on the cadence of Liam’s voice, the familiar vowels, the steady rhythm, the lack of pressure. It gives his mind something to anchor to, something that isn’t the too-low ceiling or the sealed doors.
His breathing starts to slow just a fraction.
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Damon and Liam get stuck together in a lift and Damon is claustrophobic. -
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“Ye feel safe?” Liam asks quietly, voice barely above a whisper.
“I do,” Damon answers after a moment. “With you, always.”
“Good,” Liam murmurs, pulling him even closer, “'cause I ain't goin' anywhere.”
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Damon Albarn vs his mind, his addiction, his imagination. And Liam picking up the pieces.Series
- Part 1 of His Chemical World
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"You done?"
"Yes."
"Still breathin'?"
"Regrettably."
"Good," Liam says, standing up for both 'authority' and helping if needed. "Now get back to the sofa before gravity takes you."
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Damon has been out with a fever for a few days now. Turns out all he needed to get better was for someone to care, however unexpected that someone is.Series
- Part 1 of Coffee & TV
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He knows what he looks like, or well, he can give an educated guess. Hair tousled and slightly sweaty. Eyes red, a single tear streak visible, but even more tears waiting to dramatically roll down out of where they are swimming in the edges of his eyes. No shirt, clear tent under his trousers. Marks all around the neck and collarbone. Maybe even still glistening skin, with how much Liam basically drooled on him.
In short, he must look wrecked. Wrecked from essentially a whole lot of nothing (or at least nothing on their usual level)."Yer off yer head, Day."
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Damon and Liam haven't seen each other in a while and apparently Liam learnt to be more patient as a new method of driving Damon mad.