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mayariviolet · 2 months

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AOT Men That Are Hozier-coded.

ft. Armin and Jean.

summary: Horny and pathetic. ESPECIALLY WHEN IT COMES TO YOU.

cw: slightly suggestive themes under the cut. religious guilt, specifically Catholic or Christian beliefs… obviously (y’all know me atp).

a/n: Someone who can write smut comfortably please write an armin x reader OR jean x reader fic to the tune of:

‘Take me to Church’ and ‘It Will Come Back,’ by Mr. Andrew Hozier Byrne. PLEASE

THEY ARE SO HOZIER CODED! I’m just rambling rn because I think I’m ovulating falling in love with them again. Maybe I will turn this into a series where I associate artists with certain characters… I don’t know.

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“My church offers no absolutes

She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom"

The only Heaven I'll be sent to

Is when I'm alone with you

I was born sick, but I love it

Command me to be well.”

LIKE TELL ME THATS NOT ARMIN… HE WOULD SO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT WANTING SOMEONE SO BADLY THAT ITS BORDERLINE SINFUL. BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY HE WOULDN’T CARE!

HE WANTS TO BE RALLIED AND HELD TO A HIGH STANDARD OR JUDGED BY SOMEONE HE REVERES, BC HE WANTS TO BE CHALLENGED. LORD HAVE MERCY. HE WOULD BE THE KIND OF DUDE TO HAVE IMPROMPTU RELATIONS IN A CONFESSIONAL. SURE HE WOULD FEEL GUILTY, BUT IT WOULD BE SO GOOD IN THE MOMENT! HE WOULD PROBABLY THINK HE FOUND SALVATION WITH YOU UNDERNEATH HIM. Impromptu, ‘Wrong use of a rosary.’

He probably sang in the choir or played the piano and just decided to drag you to church one day. Not in a:

‘I’m going to convert you’-way.

More like,

‘Look at this thing I’m proud of!’-way.

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“Don't let it in with no intention to keep it

Jesus Christ, don't be kind to it

Honey, don't feed it, it will come back.”

THIS IS SO JEAN BC THIS BOY IS A MUNCH!!!

I AM TIRED OF PRETENDING HE ISN’T.

He is so pathetic in a way that is just so satisfying for both of you. THIS MAN LOVES YOU IN EVERY SENSE OF THE WORLD AND IS SO ANNOYING ABOUT IT. ESPECIALLY AT THE END OF THE SONG WHEN HOZIER SAID

“Don’t you hear me howling babe?”

HE IS CALLING FOR YOU! AGHHH!

If ever he got in a fwb type of situation I feel like Jean would jokingly say,

“Don’t fall in love with me.” and you’d be like, “Okay? I wasn’t planning to…”

BUT THEN HE WOULD BE ALL POUTY AND TAKE IT ALL BACK WITH SOMETHING LIKE,

“Wait no I lied please fall in love with me-”

So when you do finally fall in love it’s kind of a:

“Last chance to back out because once we do this with emotion, there’s no turning back.”

MORE OF A WARNING FOR YOU BECAUSE HE LOVES SO DEEPLY.

Jean would not be one to go to Church because he doesn’t believe in God or a higher power. He’s open to discussing it, though, especially if you are. But if he could choose to worship something or dedicate his life to it would be YOU.

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(Me after writing this…)

a/n: I have no idea why I’m so feral lately. Nor, why I keep writing head canons at like three am… I’m gonna finish editing the first chapter of my Geto fic tomorrow. Hopefully upload it by Saturday!

I should also clarify that I was literally raised Catholic.

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twoleafedclover · 15 days

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I wrote a Hozier/Good Omens fanfic!

It's based off of the Unreal Unearth album, which each song having it's own section. It's not getting much traction (I think because I uploaded it as one long fic rather than in chapters) so I thought I'd share it here too.

#ao3 #archive of our own #fanfic #good omens #good omens fanfiction #ineffable husbands #hozier #unreal unearth

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lokilickedme · 2 years

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8/1

Okay, after a lot of thought I’ve decided I’m going to put Here And There up at AO3. It’s been published (Kindle and paperback) for a few years but has never done well (55 copies sold since August of 2017, yikes) and since this month marks its 5th birthday, I’ve decided to bring Baltho, Keene, and Holly into the fandom. This serves two purposes:

1) Several of my followers have told me since its release that they have no access to Amazon for various reasons (not available in their country, no credit card/bank account, shipping cost prohibitive to their location, etc) and they really wanted to read it, and

2) I have this wild idea that if I put it on AO3 I’ll be motivated to work on the sequel, which I’ve been promising since 2018. Meaning it’ll be on AO3 as well, and then be released to Kindle and paperback once it’s done.

A little background info on this series:

Technically it belongs in the Tom Hiddleston fandom. The faceclaim for Baltho is Tom, circa OLLA-era - but that’s about as far as it goes. Baltho (and Keene and everyone else in this) is an original character who just happens to have a familiar face...because you know how I feel about TH’s face :)

Holly was purposefully left un-described and un-faceclaimed. She’s whoever you want her to be, I never chose anyone to “be” her, though I think there might have been a passing reference to her hair color at some point from Keene’s POV. I also think in book 2 she might end up being described a little more in-depth.

Keene’s faceclaim is David Gandy. He was the first and only face I ever considered for this character and all these years later I can still only see him in the role.

A very old post with a very general moodboard is HERE.

Jason Momoa, Chris Hemsworth, Joe Mangianello, Andrew Hozier-Byrne, Can Yaman, and a few others are faceclaimed in books 1 and 2. I’ll be posting photo edits of the characters at a later date.

The official summary:

When a mysterious man calling himself Keene falls from a thirty story building onto the hood of her car, Holly Blake’s life promptly flips upside down. She’s in grief counseling to recover from the loss of her fiance, who, according to the mysterious stranger, was “one of us” - the Strada, a race of non-humans existing in a parallel dimension, separated from humans by just a few seconds of time and a barrier called the In Between.

Holly doesn’t believe any of it…which makes it that much easier for her to just give in and go with it when the ruggedly handsome stranger initiates an intimate connection with her. But when his best friend and worst enemy follows him across the barrier with the intention of causing trouble, Holly finds herself helping them solve the mystery of who and what exactly her fiance was…innocent victim, or cold blooded killer?

Book 2 (Now And Then) is about 1/4 written and I’m hoping having it run in a regular-updating fic format will help me finish it, since it’s been in my WIPs for so stupidly long.

Book 1 (Here And There) is complete and will post chapter by chapter on a weekly schedule.

There is a book 3 planned, but not promised.

For those who have already read Here And There: consider this a workup to the sequel you’ve been waiting for for the last four years :D I’ll probably also change some stuff or add things as I go because you know I can never leave anything alone.

Warnings: Well, I mean, there’s sex. The Strada are pan/omnisexual, they’ll hop on anything if it stands still long enough, plus there’s that whole recharge thing. Also multiples. And blisskas, which I won’t explain here but you who’ve read it already know what I’m talking about. There’s a fairly large emotional trauma in the protagonist’s past that is discussed at the beginning. Some violence. Okay, a fair amount of violence once Baltho comes on the scene. One particularly rotten bit of skullduggery - a character takes the form of another character to have sex with the female character, which is incredibly uncool but serves to let you know what kind of person/being we’re dealing with. And book 1 ends with a cliffhanger, which is why I’ve got to get book 2 written...some of you have been waiting a LONG damn time to find out what happened next lol (sorry). The plan is to have book 2 mostly finished and ready to start posting by the time book 1 is all up.

Language, sex, violence, supernatural stuff. You know the drill. A fair bit of light blasphemy from Baltho as well because he’s just like that.

Here And There is 35,450 words long, 23 chapters plus a very necessary glossary (you’ll understand why pretty quick).

Classified as erotic sci-fi fantasy according to its category designation at Amazon, so we’ll go with that.

The plan is to start posting it next weekend, so if you want to be added to the regular tag list now’s the time to let me know.

#Here And There #Hiddleston fic

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fics-not-tragedies · 4 years

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Masterpost - In a Week

(Andrew Hozier Byrne x Florence Stella Hayes) Seeking solace and clarity before a pivotal decision, Flo retreats to a secluded hotel in the midst of the woods. To her surprise, she encounters a man whose presence significantly alters her perspective on life.

one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten - eleven - twelve - thirteen - fourteen - fifteen - sixteen - seventeen - eighteen - nineteen - twenty - twenty-one - twenty-two - twenty-three - twenty-four - twenty-five - twenty-six - twenty-seven - twenty-eight - twenty-nine - thirty - the playlist - aesthetic b(l)og (still in progress)

#In a Week #in a week masterpost #hozier fanfiction #hozier fanfic #hozier fic #hozier chaptered fic #hozier series #andrew hozier byrne fanfiction #andrew hozier byrne fanfic #andrew hozier byrne fic #andrew hozier byrne chaptered fic #andrew hozier byrne series #hozier/flo #hozier x flo #andrew hozier byrne/flo #andrew hozier byrne x flo #ahb:chaptered_fic

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hozierfic · 4 years

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Chapters: 13/? Fandom: Andrew Hozier-Byrne (Musician) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Andrew Hozier-Byrne/Alex Ryan (Hozier) Characters: Andrew Hozier-Byrne, Alex Ryan (Hozier) Additional Tags: Sharing a Bed, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Sharing Body Heat, Tour Bus Sex, Mutual Pining, Cuddling & Snuggling Summary:

"Let me help." A hundred years or so from now, I believe, a famous novelist will write a classic using that theme. He'll recommend those three words even over "I love you". -Captain Kirk, Star Trek:TOS, "The City On The Edge Of Forever"

new chapter of tour bus is out! the rest of the fic will, oddly enough, NOT take place on the tour bus. in my defense the fic developed a life of its own

#hozier fanfic #alex/andy #mod nina

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the-cheshire-cat-grin · 5 years

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chapter 2 of my goldfinch fic ft unnecessary roasting of andrew hozier byrne

#by boris #it's fine #the goldfinch

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vulpineempress · 5 years

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Third chapter of my Hozier fanfiction is up!

In case y'all didn't know, I started a Hozier Fanfic called Stella By Starlight. Its posted on Ao3 which you can find the link here! The goal is to upload a new chapter weekly! Sometimes twice a week, we shall see. But it's about time there was some Hozier only romance fic out there that hadn't been abandoned 😂 let me know what you guys think!

#hozier #fanfiction #hozier fanfic #hozier fic #fic #fan fic #writeblr #ficblr #hozier x OC

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ao3feed-lesmiserables · 7 years

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Comment Forum!

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2m3Yr6Z

by mvsicbookfrxndom

A safe, kinkshame-free place on AO3 where anyone can talk to me or others about their fandoms and ships. Please comment and start a conversation!

Words: 254, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Original Work, Mr. Robot (TV), Hannibal (TV), SKAM (TV), Doctor Who (2005), Star Trek, Breaking Bad, Game of Thrones (TV), Supernatural, The Big Bang Theory (TV), Firefly, Teen Wolf (TV), Hit the Floor (TV), Victorious, Big Time Rush (TV), H2O: Just Add Water, Check Please! (Webcomic), MS Paint Adventures, Steven Universe (Cartoon), Stand Still Stay Silent, Voltron: Legendary Defender, Death Note, Hetalia: Axis Powers, Ao no Exorcist | Blue Exorcist, Fairy Tail, Les Misérables - All Media Types, Hamilton - Miranda, Jesus Christ Superstar - All Media Types, The Beatles, Tame Impala, Andrew Hozier-Byrne (Musician), The Clash, Panic! at the Disco, Twenty One Pilots, Coldplay (Band), My Chemical Romance, Bastille (Band), Imagine Dragons (Band), OneRepublic (Band), Halsey (Musician), Daft Punk, Deadmau5 (Musician), Skrillex (Musician), Marvel, DCU, Criminal Minds

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Relationships: Elliot Alderson/Tyrell Wellick, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Even Bech Næsheim/Isak Valtersen

Additional Tags: Comment Fic, Author Commentary, Talking, Author loves to chat in the Comments, Shipping, I Ship It, I Will Go Down With This Ship, I Blame Tumblr, I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good, Rare Fandoms, Ship Manifesto, I Don't Even Know, How Do I Tag, I'm Bad At Tagging, There's A Tag For That, Tags Are Fun, Tags May Change, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Other Fandoms Not Mentioned in Tags

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2m3Yr6Z

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #les miserables #les mis

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ao3feed-destiel · 7 years

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Comment Forum!

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2m3Yr6Z

by mvsicbookfrxndom

A safe, kinkshame-free place on AO3 where anyone can talk to me or others about their fandoms and ships. Please comment and start a conversation!

Words: 253, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Relationships: Elliot Alderson/Tyrell Wellick, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Magnus Fossbakken/Vilde Hellerud Lien, Amy Pond/Rory Williams, James T. Kirk/Spock, Jon Snow/Margaery Tyrell, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Penelope Garcia/Spencer Reid, Sheldon Cooper/Amy Farrah Fowler, Malcolm Reynolds/Inara Serra, Derek Hale/Harry Styles, Jude Kinkade/Zero | Gideon, Cat Valentine/Everyone, Zane Bennett/Lewis McCartney, Legolas Greenleaf/Tauriel, Draco Malfoy/Apple, Liesel Meminger/Rudy Steiner, Count Olaf/Kit Snicket, Jack Torrance/Wendy Torrance, Marcia/Two-Bit Mathews, Isaac/Augustus Waters, Jesse Pinkman/Walter White, James Diamond/Carlos Garcia/Kendall Knight/Logan Mitchell/Camille Roberts

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2m3Yr6Z

#/users/mvsicbookfrxndom/pseuds/mvsicbookfrxndom #ao3feed #ao3feed destiel #destiel #<a href= rel="au

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ao3feed-yurionice · 7 years

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Comment Forum!

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2m3Yr6Z

by mvsicbookfrxndom

A safe, kinkshame-free place on AO3 where anyone can talk to me or others about their fandoms and ships. Please comment and start a conversation!

Words: 253, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2m3Yr6Z

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #yuri on ice

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lokilickedme · 5 years

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“Can I buy you a drink?”

I already had one, but I skulled back the remains and lifted the empty glass in salute to the best idea I’d heard all night. Days. Hell…weeks. I'd arrived at the coldest pit of Hades that morning and spent the day wandering around an unfamiliar apartment full of boxes, wallowing in disbelief that my banishment had actually happened. Hawk had signed the papers and sent me off. I was someone else's problem now.

For the next one to two years, if I behaved.

Chapter 2 - Minnewhatever - is up!

(will reblog with tags)

#new fic #Tom Hiddleston #Andrew Hozier Byrne #David Tennant #Sebastian Stan #new chapter

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fics-not-tragedies · 4 years

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In a Week: Chapter 20 🌲

Words: 1902; Warnings: none, unless you want one for drinking alcohol and another one for mention of kinda erotic things then you have them; Summary: Another dinner filled with answering trick questions.

Hozier tag list:

@letoursilencebreaktonight; @angelpeachamber; @sgt-morgan; @julessbrown;

Tuesday, 6:55pm

The waiter approached them again at last. By this point, Flo’s stomach was rumbling loudly and though she knew he wouldn’t care really, she prayed Andrew couldn’t hear it.

“I’ll have the sweet platter, please” Andrew declared, clearing his throat before and after he spoke.

“You’re going straight for dessert?” Flo asked, met with a shrug. “Then I will too. It’s got cheesecake and cheesecake is my favorite.”

“Any drinks?”

“We’ll have a bottle of Prosecco, then” he confirmed.

“Of course, Sir.”

The waiter hurried away and Andrew turned back to Flo.

“You know, Flo, I don’t get called Sir enough” he nodded, relieved by the fact he was at least making a joke again. He was aware of the dull throbbing in his underwear still, shuffled closer to the table to keep his arousal hidden, but was doing his best to subvert the desire.

“I am not going to start calling you Sir” she replied, shaking her head even though she was smiling, “Don’t even ask.”

“Ohhh, why not?” He said, his own lips curling in amusement, “Sir Andrew Hozier Byrne sounds really fucking nice.”

“Maybe you will be a Sir one day” she suggested, raising her hand. She was half joking, but Andrew lit up enthusiastically anyway.

“A proper one? Like… named by the Queen?”

“You never know,” she giggled back.

Andrew grinned wide, ear to ear and as much as he annoyed her and liked to tease her so much it made her mad - she was still not over him, wondered if she’d ever be over him, those eyes, that smile, the infectious energy he carried himself with.

Tuesday, 7pm

The waiter returned with their wine, pouring a small glass for both Flo and Andrew, propping the bottle on the table then moving on to the next. Once he was gone, Flo tutted and filled their glasses ‘properly’, an inch or two from the top, making a comment about how they both needed it. Andrew shifted in his seat again as she slid his glass over to him, his smile edging towards being a little forced and Flo was concerned by how quiet he was being since they arrived, the usual jokes and chatter not flowing as comfortably as she was used to.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, reaching out to touch his hand which was balled into a tight fist on the table. It wasn’t such a shock for them to be touching anymore, but her fingers wrapping over his hand didn’t particularly fix his issue, didn’t dull down how bad he wanted her, “Are you alright?”

“Nothing’s wrong… I’m alright, love.”

“I don’t believe you” she sighed, taking a sip from her glass with her free hand and rolling her eyes. She swallowed the sweet liquid, “Where did you disappear to for so long?”

“I told you…” he coughed, barely able to meet her gaze, “I just got lost…”

“Got lost in the shower?” She countered, with disbelief lacing her words.

“Well, I take long showers and then, em, I got lost, alright?” he hadn’t meant to raise his voice slightly, but the fear of her finding out the truth had startled him and he instantly tried to retract his actions when she began to pull her hand away, cupping his spare hand on top of hers to keep it there, “I’m sorry, babe…” he grumbled. Flo flinched at that word again, the one that had tipped her over the edge before, but could tell he was apologetic in a way that he meant.

“You’re just being quiet that’s all…” she sighed, squeezing his hand again, “I’m worried.”

“So, em, what do you want to talk about?” He asked, giving her the power she needed to feel secure in the conversation, “Ask me about anything, em, and I’ll tell you the truth…”

It wasn’t that he had nothing to discuss with her or didn’t have a million questions he was dying to know the answers to himself. Rather, there was so much unexplored that it hurt to know he’d leave her with so much not asked, so much unsaid, undiscovered. Flo pulled away and out of his touch, sitting back in her chair to take another sip from her glass.

“When did you lose your virginity?”

Andrew laughed deeply, thankful it was a question he didn’t feel too ashamed in answering, but at the same time was in instant agony over a conversation about sex. And it was Flo asking him. His mind cycled through three things over and over again - Flo, Sex, Flo.

“Teens.”

“Was it good?” She asked, her face inquisitive over the top of her drink, though he couldn’t work out if it was a genuine question or not.

“It was good, yes. She was a nice girl.” he licked his lips and took his own mouthful of wine, “We were in the same class… em… she had those beautiful eyes, like yours, but blue.”

“So you were paying more attention to her eyes than anything else?” She laughed, his predictable attention to detail not a surprise at all.

“They were absolutely mesmerizing, Flo, love. I badly wanted to impress her, but, em, it wasn’t working…”

“So you’re a romantic lover then?” She teased, though part of her was deeply interested, wanted to know for her own fantasies what he was like in bed, knew that whatever he said would help her marginally improve her daydreams.

“Romantic? I can be. With the right woman…” he coughed, raising one eyebrow at her, keeping it raised as he continued speaking, “But I think, em, I’m kinda better in bed now.”

Though Flo’s mouth was a little propped open at his statement, she didn’t have to think of a response because the waiter arrived with their many desserts, placing them on the table. Andrew was practically drooling over each dish. With eyes wide he grabbed his spoon and took a mouthful of tiramisu before the last plate was even placed. He nodded enthusiastically as he ate, Flo watched him lick his lips with fierceness, trying to work out what he wanted to eat next. She thanked the waiter and picked up her own spoon.

“When was yours?” He asked, between spoonfuls of sorbet.

“My first time? I was seventeen or eighteen…” she said, pulling a face of disgust.

“Ooh… Not good?”

“Dreadful actually.”

“Who was he?”

“My first boyfriend” she laughed, “We waited three months then broke up the day after because it was so bad.”

Andrew nodded, finishing a mouthful of lemon sorbet. He looked so deep in thought as he chewed, his face suggesting he was about to ask her another question, but she cut in first.

“Have you had a lot of women, Andrew?” Flo asked deadpanned, taking another sip from her glass as Andrew tried not spit his over the table at the question. His eyes wide, he swallowed the liquid in his mouth and ran his hands through his hair.

“I mean… define…”

“No, no, no…” she added hastily, changing her mind, shaking her head and biting her lip, “Don’t answer that question… I don’t want to know…”

“Okay, then…” he mumbled, holding his hands up in defense, chocolate coated spoon in the air.

Tuesday, 7:10pm

The silence that followed was unbearable and lasted longer than either of them were used to. Andrew paid the bill, because Flo didn’t have the energy to fight it. She stood up first, smoothed her navy dress down and waited for Andrew to follow her movements, though she had no idea what she was doing or where they would go next. Everything felt unsettled and different, her body so full of tension. She shifted her weight on her feet, keeping her eyes on the floor. He was first to break through the quiet, his voice even thicker than usual.

“You could you know…” he muttered as he stood from the table.

“I could what?” She replied, her heart heavy as she looked back at him. Andrew was silent for a while then formed his answer, lips curling into a smirk even if he hadn’t planned for them to.

“Come with me…” he drawled. She waited for his laugh, but nothing came. First she was enamoured by his boldness. Then came the shock and the fear and the anger at him for even suggesting it.

“Andy…” she sighed in disbelief, shaking her head, not able to meet his gaze simply because it hurt too much.

“I’m serious” he assured her, then took three long strides until he was stood before her and next to the table, fingers brushing the cloth next to him as he fought to find his strength, “you can come with me… have few more weeks for ourselves around in my city” he licked his lips and his face flinched closer to hers, hands coming to rest on her shoulders, unsure of what he was even saying.

It was an offer no bone in her body wanted to turn down, but he was being ridiculous. It was impossible. And that simple fact made her angry and frustrated, tears forming in the corner of her eyes. She didn’t understand.

“I have a life outside of you, Andrew” she uttered at last, her statement sounding much more twisted and defensive than she intended. Andrew sucked in a breath at her reply and blinked a couple of times, tried to think of something to say, “I- I- didn’t mean to…” she stuttered. “Didn’t mean it like that-”

“I know, I know…” he muttered back.

“It just…”

“I understand…”

“Andrew, I…”

“Look at me, Flo, love…” he commanded with the same gentility he always had when trying to reassure her. He cupped her face and bent down to her height, thumbs stroking her cheeks in the way she longed for, but had told herself she’d never feel like that again. She tried to avoid his gaze but he drew her in. “You can do whatever you want, you’re a strong, independent woman, I don’t understand what’s holding you back” he almost whispered, his voice catching in his throat on the way out.

“Andrew…” she sighed, the disappointment welling upside her. “I can’t…”

“Yes, yes, you fucking can, love” he stated, tucking the hairs that had come loose in her frustration back behind her ears, her cheeks were bright and hot and she blew cool air into her own face with a slight laugh, just trying to calm herself down, “Stop thinking, Flo” Andrew pushed, the wrinkles in his forehead exaggerated by his efforts as he held her close in the middle of the restaurant. His goal was in sight, “You’re always thinking about the next day. Em, stop thinking about Monday. It’s us now.”

No, Andrew, there’s no ‘us’ and there won’t ever be such thing as ‘us’.

Flo nodded, licked her lips, looked up at the ceiling to stop the tears that had had formed from falling. She shifted closer into him before she could stop herself, her hand pressing flat against his abdomen where he retained the warmth that spread through his entire body and smoothed down his shirt as she tried to find the words. She looked back at him finally, convinced of her answer.

“Think about now” he drawled thickly, coaxing her response, stretching his jaw as he spoke, “What do you want right now?”

You, Sir Hozier Byrne, I want you.

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hozierfic · 4 years

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Submission by @ineffable-nalu

Hey this is my first Hozier fic, and my first time ever posting a submission of my wiritng on Tumblr, I’m kind of scared but YOLO right ? I don’t know how this works if that wasn’t obvious. Well hope someone enjoys it. I think it will be a couple of chapters if someone likes it!

Thanks!

Calliope’s POV

The sound of Marimba fills the room waking me up in a bed that isn’t my own which sucks, even if it’s a fancy hotel room bed, there’s just something peaceful about waking up home knowing that it’s your space your time no rush even when you are rushing. Is any of this even making sense ?

I sigh as I look over at the clock, it’s 5 minutes passed 8 and I really should get up and start getting ready. Rolling out of bed and stretching out my joints I make my way into the bathroom for a shower, I really need the wake up call.

Nearly 30 minutes later and I’m done getting ready, my curly brown hair is as tamed as it can be and I decided on being as casual as acceptable when your sister is a super model, considering I’m meeting her for brunch I can’t show up in sweats, so I opted for skinny black jeans, a black turtle neck and my favorite high heel boot. I put on my liner and a red lip and grabbing my coat before stepping out, it’s still early and I’m not meeting Harmonia until later, but there are a few things I’d like to do.

I’m only in New York for 1 more day and I can’t miss the oprotunity to go to check out the Stephen A. Schwarzman library. You see I’m a published author, well a barely published author I wrote a fantasy novel that is supposed to be a trilogy, it was published 5 months ago and I was surprised by the fact that people really liked it, so here I am on my book tour. Thinking about my reading tonight I entered the elevator and pushed the button for lobby when I heard someone shout

“Hold the lift please” My hand jupms out at the closing doors and a tall man rushes in as they close “Thanks for that, you’re going down too? Great” he says in a charming Irish accent as he pushes the lobby button again and leans back on the wall with and took the guitar case strapped off of his shoulder

I took this as my chance to check him out. I was wrong he’s not tall, he’s very tall, I would say over 2 meters probably, his hair is long and hectic, curly and frizzy but god does it work for him. I was startled out my daze when the elevator jumped slightly, the lights flickering making me almost fall over if not for my reflexes and the rail I would’ve fallen, it made another clunking noise before finally stopping in place

“What the hell ?” I asked looking up at the counter that shows you what floor you’re on only to see it’s stuck between the fourth and fifth floor. Perfect.

“I do belive it’s stuck” The handsome stranger says and I look at him over my shoulder with an arched brow as if to say ‘Really I hadn’t noticed’

Sighing back into the wall I answered

“Yeah, it seems so. I just can’t belive that these things actually happen. I mean for 23 years I have never been stuck in an elevator and then this one, in a 5 star hotel may I add decides to brake down. Doesn’t this sort of thing usually happen in movies ?” I ramble on and look up to him as he just startes at me with an amused look on his face

“ Yes I think it does usually happen in movies, but in real life as well. I’ve been stuck in a lift before don’t worry they’ll get us out soon. You’re not claustrophobic are you ?”

I snort-laughed at his question

“No, and thank god, that would be unpleasant. For the both of us”

he nodded and extented his hand towards me “The name’s Andrew” cute name, it suits him I though as I shook his and smiled at him “Calliope”

“The Greek muse of epic poetry ? In the flesh ?” he gasped putting his hand on his heart “Forgive me my lady for I hadn’t a clue as to who’s presence I was in” he said dramatically making me scoff playfully, can you a blame a girl for flirting a little ? He’s gorgeous.

“If only you were half as funy as you think you are, you could be a comedian. My parents are historians and Greek mythology fanatics I would say, my sister’s name is Harmonia” he chuckled at that

“How do you know I’m not ? A comedian I mean. and I like your name, it suits you. I can see you isnpiring Homer to write the Illiad”

I chucked at that “Because you’re not funny, and that’s kind of esential to being a comedian. And If only I could inspire my self to write” I said the last part somewhat softly but he heard any way

“Oh, you’re a writer then ?” I turned my head to look at him, then realized he is a good head and a half taller so I craned my neck and shurgged “I suppose I am, barley”

He laughed at that and sat on the floor “What does 'Being barley a writer’ even mean ? You either are or you aren’t”

Following his example I plopped on the floor as well and sighed “ I am a writer, just been going through a funk and can’t seem to write a god damn word, you know ? Sometimes I think the first one was just a lucky break and I’m not actually a good writer” I stopped myself before I could continue, what was wrong with ne ? Just spilling my guts out to this beautiful relative stranger.

Andrew nods his head as he looks at me before leaning back and looking at the roof of the box we were currently trapped in “ I actually know well what that’s like”

“Are you a writer as well ?” I asked

“No, musician” his head tilts to the guitar next to him and I almost facepalm, what am I an idiot of course he’s a musician

“Oh yeah obviously, sorry I haven’t really had coffe yet so I’m a bit slow. Are you in a band ?” I ask him and he nods

“Don’t worry about it I feel the same, can barely keep my eyes open. And yes I am in a band” he says with a smile

“That’s cool, you do look familliar. Wait don’t tell me” I hold my hand up and I can see he’s trying to hold back a laugh, but he listens and sits back as I inspect him, top to bottom

“Ok, you’re Irish, you play the guitar but you also write the songs and you’re in a band.”

I mumble to myself as I look into his beautiful hazel eyes he smiled at me seeming quite entertained, brushing off his looks I keep thinking.

I know I’ve seen him but where ? “Andrew ? Andrew ? Where do-” and the it hit me and I jumped to my feet

“Oh, Oh I got it!”

I said loudly and this time he does laugh as he looks at me take my seat again “Already ? I was kind of enjoying the attention and proximity” I shoved his shoulder playfully

“Andrew Hozier-Byrne, How did I not see it ? I mean I love your music” I say laughing at myself for not seeing it.

“Ding ding, we have a winner.” He laughs

“To be perfectly honest I never looked at who was singing too engrossed in the lyrics and melodies . But your music is hauntingly beautiful you know ?”

I tell him and his face shifts from amusement to flattery and a bit of embarrassment

“Uhm, thanks always nice to know people like the music I create” he says scuffing his hair as he talks.

“And don’t even worry about not recognizing me, I prefer being as anonymous as possible”

I smile at him placing my head on the wall

“I can imagine how hectic life can be for a world renown musician” I say gently and he nods in agreement

“You are a writer though. Your music is poetry. If you were born in the 16th century you would’ve given Marlowe and Shakespeare a run fir their money”

He laughs at my statement rolling his head over to look at me

“That is high praise I am humbled, you said you have a book published?”

“Yeah, I’ve had the idea for it for so long and I finished the first book about a year ago, it was published about 6 months ago”

“What’s it called maybe I’ve read it ?”

I really laugh at that shaking my head “Oh no, no you haven’t trust me”

His brows furrow a bit at my words

“Why so self deprecating? I’m sure I’ve heard or read about it if not actually read. Come on” he urged making me want to sigh.

“Keepers of the rift” I say after a moment of silence.

“No way” he says quietly making me look at him “What ?”

Andrew beams at me akin to a child on Christmas morning “I absolutely loved your book, are you kidding me ? You’re Cal Andjelkovic? ”

he bewildered completely butchering my last name making me laugh

“It’s Andjelkovic actually but yes, I shortened the name. And you actually read my book ?”

I asked seemingly suspicious but in all honesty just sort of stunned. I still can’t believe that anyone’s read my book let alone well known artist

“Yes, yes I stumbled across it in a book shop while we were touring The UK and since you spend 90% if your free time on a bus while touring I love to fill the time by reading.

And when I started yours I couldn’t put it down until I finished it”

He said sincerely and it warmed every part of me.

I’ve met loads of people during my signing and reading sessions but this almost intimate setting with us on the floor, shoulders pressed against one another having him tell me he enjoyed my writing made it special

I nudged his shoulder slightly making him look at me with a raised brow I smiled up at him

“That is high praise, especially from you. I am humbled” I repeat his words to him and he smirks slightly at me

“Cheek” he mumbles making me laugh

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“So you’re struggling with the second one then ?” His voice resonates around me, he’s looking up at me from a journal of some sorts. We have been sitting in silence for, who knows how long.

I look at my watch seeing it’s 11:30 and we are still in this goddamn elevator. I’m going to be late for brunch, and as if icing in the cake there was no service in here.

“Yes you could say that. For almost 8 years I had this story in my mind, and every day it was slowly building itself. It took me some time to actually physically write a sentence of it.

I have an outline of all three volumes. Always saw it as a trilogy of sorts.

And even though I know what I want from the second one- Writing it is still a completely different story”

I say looking at him and seeing sympathy on his face

“I have been there, sometimes the music pours out, the lyrics come to me in dreams and during showers or cooking.

And then other times I’m close to banging my head against a wall just to think of a single note”

I hummed at him in understanding

“Soon you said, eh ?” I laughed after about a minute of silence making him chuckle in return

“Apparently things work differently in America, if we were in Ireland we’d already’ve been out of here and into the nearest pub for a celebratory drink” he says

“Drink? It’s not even noon yet ?”

I said laughing at his comeback

“It’s happy hour somewhere right?”

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“Ok so I write something for you, you sing something for me ?” I ask and he nods his head in confirmation. It was a little after 1pm

“Deal, now would you like me to insert you into the world I created or just make up something new?” I asked

“Oooo, into the story you’ve already created I love the way you used certain folklore, myths and legends”

he replies with a childlike grin on his face making me chuckle at how cute he was

I took my own journal out of my bag and started writing, trying to find the best story to tell.

I found that writing came when writing about him, words flowed onto the page as my mind was overtaken by him.

His presence was calming, I enjoyed his conversation, he is charming and beautiful. And his music haunts me, it inspires me.

I skim over the the few pages I wrote and glanced up at him, only to find him staring at me with a intense look on his face

I cleared my throat and handed him the journal

“I- um I finished it, and to be clear this is a non proof read rough draft. So don’t expect some novelty” he takes it from my hands and starts reading intently.

Following the words with his eyes and tracing them with his fingers, I smiled looking at him

“A Fae ?” His voice brought me back and looking him in the eyes, amusement laced his voice as he looked at me with a raised brow

I shrugged my shoulders

“It was either that or a deity of the forest. But I believe Fae suits you. Hauntingly beautiful” I say

Smiling at my answer he gives me my journal back,

“It was a wonderful story, I quite enjoyed reading about me as one of the Fae”

He says

“I could put you in the second book ?” I tease

“I would be honored” he says, reaching for his guitar

“I’ll quote you on that. Oh, am I about to have the most privet Hozier concert ever ?” I joked

Making Andrew snort slightly and take his guitar out of the case slinging it on his shoulder

“Hozier is me and my band, you are going to get an exclusive one man Andrew show. Which if you ask me is bit as good”

I slap his shoulder “Shut it, and play me something”

I smile and watch him tune his guitar for a couple of minutes before he clears his throat and looks at me

“May I sing to you a work in progress? Since you gave me an original I figured ?” I nod enthusiastically

He starts strumming the guitar gently for a while, as if trying to find the right sound and then-

“I still watch you when you’re grooving, as if through water from the bottom a pool.

You’re moving without moving.

And when you move I’m moved.

You are a call to motion, there all of you a verb in perfect view, Like Jonah on the ocean.

When you move I’m moved.

When you move I’m put to mind of all that I want to be , when you move I could never define all that you are to me”

The strumming stops and his heavenly voice fades leaving me staring at him, most likely with my mouth agape

“That was incredible, I’m awestruck to be completely honest. My god. You Sir are a poet. That was beautiful. Is there more?”

I ask and he shakes his head

“It came to me just now. While being stuck in this hellhole” he says laughing slightly but I’m just mesmerized by the lyrics he just sang

“I still watch you when you’re grooving,” I mumble to myself reciting the lyrics “as if through water from the bottom of a pool”

I look at him

“And you’re moving without moving” I keep going

“When you move, I’m moved” he finishes for me making me smile at him

“So move me baby” I wink at him and he just stares at me for a moment

“Shake like the bough of a willow tree” and he smiles at me before scribbling down things in his journal.

I went back to scribbling notes on certain ideas I had for some of my characters, plot points needed to be addressed and such, not ten minutes passed and we heard a clunking noise and the elevator started moving.

Descending down to the lobby after 5 hours. Andrew and I get up right as the doors open

“Oh thank god man, we’ve been freaking the fuck out. I mean you’re never late to anything and then you don’t show up at rehearsals and not answering your phone, we drive together next time”

A man almost as tall as Andrew hugs him making me laugh at his ramble.

Stepping out of the elevator I looked around the lobby spotting Harmonia sitting at the bar,

I look over at Andrew and to see him talking to his band mates making me smile and move towards my sister.

Hopefully she won’t be too pissed. But them again it wasn’t really my fault.

#submission #hozier fanfic #hozier/female oc #ineffable-nalu

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