#andrew hozier byrne/ofc

[fics-not-tragedies]

In a Week: Chapter 24 🌲

Words: 3617; Warnings: none, unless you want one for drinking alcohol and another one a bit of spicy talk then you have them; Summary: Rooftop escape that melts the tension between those two.

Hozier tag list:

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

Wednesday, 7am

When Andrew woke up the next morning, no solid plan had been formed, no grasp on reality maintained—only the pounding ache in his head and the lingering truth that, amidst everything else that had unfolded, he hadn’t kissed Flo.

His mouth was parched, his hair a wild tangle, and the array of empty mini-bar bottles on the bedside table had served as a glaring reminder of the indulgence that had taken place. Piecing together the fragmented memories of the night required more effort than he had the patience for, but once clarity returned, it left him reeling. With a groan, Andrew rolled over in the bed, unwilling to succumb to self-pity. He frantically searched for his cigarettes, his coat getting patted down and tossed aside in frustration until the pack was finally retrieved. Lighting one on the balcony, he raked his unkempt hair back and took long, deliberate drags, the smoke doing little to settle the unease gnawing at his thoughts.

But the memory of her reaction struck him hardest. The pain etched in her expression as he pulled away haunted him. The awkward silence of the elevator, her retreat to the opposite wall to avoid his proximity, and her refusal to meet his gaze had etched themselves into his memory like scars. Walking her to her hotel door, offering nothing but a weak, forced smile before saying goodnight, had left him hollow. The nagging suspicion that he'd misjudged the situation or, worse, made her regret it consumed him entirely.

Yet, in the midst of his torment, another truth lingered: how undeniable the connection had felt, if only for those few suspended seconds. Her laughter, her vibrant presence. Andrew was certain she would have kissed him back with the same need that had overwhelmed him, her response filled with the same raw longing.

But the practical reality loomed. Tomorrow night, a world would separate them again—him on stage, pouring his soul into music as though nothing had happened, while the weight of their moment hung heavily in the spaces in between.

The cigarette burned down to a nub before he snuffed it out with swift finality, heading straight for the shower. Water pounded against his skin as his hands scrubbed at his face, the need to clear his head outweighing all else. After drying off hastily, Andrew drowned himself in cologne, though his red-rimmed eyes and persistent yawns betrayed the restless night. Clothes were pulled on with little care—a worn pair of black jeans and a burgundy shirt that he fumbled to button with shaking fingers. Grabbing his jean jacket, he threw it over his shoulders and rushed out the door, the urgency to see her eclipsing everything else.

Wednesday, 7:30am

The hotel restaurant was quiet, the gentle clinking of cutlery and soft hum of muted conversation filling the air. Andrew spotted Flo immediately, seated near the window, her fingers wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee. The sunlight poured in behind her, framing her in a golden halo that made his breath catch. She was wearing a loose, cream-colored sweater that fell off one shoulder, her hair casually pinned back, though a few stray strands escaped. Her eyes were fixed on something in the distance, and for a moment, she looked so serene that he nearly turned back, unwilling to disturb her peace.

But she noticed him before he could retreat. Her gaze snapped to his, her posture stiffening slightly, though she quickly hid it behind a small smile. It wasn’t the same smile that had lit up her face the night before, the one that made him feel invincible, but it wasn’t entirely guarded either. He took it as a lifeline and crossed the room, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets.

"Morning," he said, his voice rougher than he intended. He cleared his throat awkwardly as he pulled out the chair across from her.

"Morning," she replied softly, her fingers tightening around her cup. For a few moments, neither of them spoke. Andrew focused on the menu in front of him, though the words blurred together. The silence between them stretched, taut and uneasy.

Finally, Flo broke it. "You look like you didn’t sleep."

Andrew huffed a laugh, running a hand through his damp hair. "Is it that obvious?" He attempted to smile, but it faltered under her steady gaze.

She tilted her head, studying him. "You were thinking too much, weren’t you?"

He exhaled sharply, leaning back in his chair. "Caught me." The confession felt heavier than it should have, and he wondered if she could hear the tension in his voice.

The server arrived then, sparing them from the thick quiet that had returned. Andrew ordered coffee and whatever the special was, barely registering what the server said in response. When they were alone again, Flo finally set her cup down, her fingertips lingering on the porcelain.

"So," Andrew started, resting his forearms on the table, "em, how are you feeling?"

Flo raised an eyebrow at the question, her lips curving in a faint, almost teasing smile. "Are you asking if I have a headache or if I'm still reeling from last night?"

Andrew winced but chuckled, appreciating her directness. "Maybe both."

She sipped her coffee, her eyes flicking to the view outside for a moment before returning to him. "I'm fine," she said, but the way her fingers toyed with the edge of the napkin on the table suggested otherwise. "And you?"

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his still-damp hair. "I’ve had better mornings, to be honest."

Their breakfast arrived before either could say more, plates of eggs and toast and fruit that neither seemed entirely interested in. They picked at their food in silence, the quiet punctuated by clinking cutlery and the occasional murmur of conversation from other tables.

Andrew stole glances at her, unable to help himself. She looked tired, like she hadn't slept well, but there was something else in her expression—a hesitation, maybe, or a question she wasn’t ready to ask.

"I've been, em, thinking about last night," he said suddenly, his voice quieter now, careful. Flo’s hand froze mid-reach for her coffee, and she looked at him, her eyes cautious.

"Yeah?" she said, and he could hear the unsteady edge in her tone.

Andrew nodded, searching for the right words. "I don’t regret it, if that’s what you’re wondering. But... I think I might have screwed things up."

Her brows knit together in confusion, and for a moment, her guard slipped. "Screwed things up how?"

He hesitated, leaning back in his chair and rubbing at the back of his neck. "I don’t know," he admitted. "I just... I feel like I hurt you, and that’s the last thing I ever wanted to do."

Flo set her cup down with a soft clink and leaned forward slightly, her gaze intent. "You didn’t hurt me, Andrew," she said firmly, her voice low but steady. "It’s complicated, sure, but... I’m not hurt. I promise."

The relief that washed over him was instant, though it didn’t erase the tension still coiled between them. He nodded, letting her words sink in, but the question that lingered in his mind refused to go unspoken.

"Then, em, what now?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Flo looked down at her plate, the faintest flush creeping up her neck. "I don’t know," she admitted after a moment, her fingers resuming their nervous play with the napkin. "But I don’t want to pretend nothing happened."

The honesty in her words, in her voice, struck him deeply. He reached across the table, his hand hovering near hers, unsure if he should take the risk. At the last second, he hesitated and pulled back, his fingers curling into his palm instead.

Wednesday, 9am

The remnants of breakfast lay forgotten on the table, coffee cups drained and plates barely touched. Andrew leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers idly against the edge of the table as he studied Flo across from him. The awkwardness had begun to ebb away, replaced by a quiet ease he hadn’t anticipated.  

"We’ve got the whole day ahead, so, em," he said finally, tilting his head. "What do you want to do?"  

Flo looked up, a small smile playing on her lips. "In a hotel like this? Isn’t the better question, what don’t we want to do?"  

Andrew chuckled, pushing his chair back slightly. "True. They’ve got, em, what—a spa, a gym, some sort of escape room thing, and…" He trailed off, glancing at the brochure sitting on the corner of the table. "Oh, a rooftop pool. That could be something."  

Flo’s eyes lit up at the mention of the pool, the way they always did when she was excited about an idea but trying to keep it casual. "A rooftop pool? Sounds swanky. Is it heated?"  

Andrew smirked. "Only one way to find out."  

Her smile widened, and for a moment, the tension between them seemed to dissipate entirely. "Alright, you’ve sold me," she said, pushing her chair back and standing. "But if we’re doing this, I want a proper poolside drink. Fancy umbrellas and all."  

"Deal," Andrew said, rising to his feet. "But don’t blame me if I’m terrible at lounging. It’s not exactly my strong suit."  

Flo laughed softly, looping her bag over her shoulder. "We’ll see about that. You might surprise yourself."  

They left the restaurant together, the air between them lighter than it had been all morning. As they walked toward the elevator, Andrew caught glimpses of her out of the corner of his eye—how relaxed she looked, how natural it felt to be here with her.  

The elevator doors slid open, and they stepped inside. Andrew leaned casually against the mirrored wall, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets. "You know," he said, glancing sideways at her, "I don’t think I’ve been in a rooftop pool since… well, ever."  

Flo raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Ever? You mean I get to be part of your first rooftop pool experience?"  

"Looks like it," he said, his tone playful. "Make it a good one, yeah?"  

She laughed, shaking her head. "No pressure then." 

Wednesday, 9:30am

When the elevator dinged at his floors, they parted ways briefly to grab their swimwear. Andrew walked quickly down the hallway, his mind buzzing with a peculiar mix of nerves and excitement. Once inside his room, he hesitated for a beat, staring at his open suitcase as though it might somehow hold the answers to what exactly he was feeling. He tossed a pair of trunks and a towel onto the bed, but his hands lingered as he picked up a tattered paperback he’d been meaning to finish for weeks. It felt symbolic somehow—a small gesture of hope that this might be one of those rare, quiet moments where he could let his guard down, with her beside him.  

He shoved everything into a bag, pausing only to glance at his reflection in the mirror. His hair was still a little damp from his earlier shower, and he noticed the faintest shadow of circles under his eyes. He raked a hand through his hair in a futile attempt to tame it, then stopped, letting out a breathy laugh. It wasn’t about how he looked, not really—it was about the prospect of spending time with Flo, of sharing something as simple and yet oddly intimate as lounging by a pool together.  

There was something about the idea—not just the novelty of a rooftop pool, but the promise of an unhurried moment with her—that made his heart race and his thoughts spiral. It wasn’t just anticipation; it was the reckless hope that maybe, just maybe, this would be one of those memories they’d both hold onto. Something uncomplicated and perfect in its simplicity, untouched by the weight of what had been unsaid between them. He slung the bag over his shoulder, grabbed his room key, and headed for the door, unable to shake the nervous thrill coursing through him. 

Wednesday, 9:35am

When the elevator dinged at her floor, Flo offered Andrew a quick smile before heading to her room. Her steps were measured, but her heart raced in a way that betrayed her calm exterior. As she closed the door behind her, she leaned against it for a moment, exhaling slowly. It was just a trip to the pool, she reminded herself. A chance to relax, to enjoy the view. But the flutter in her chest told her it was more than that—this was time with him, in a space where they could let the world fade away.

She crossed to her suitcase, unzipping it with deliberate care. Her fingers brushed over the folded fabric of her swimsuit, a soft sage-green piece that she’d brought on a whim. She hesitated, holding it up to inspect it as though the choice of swimwear might set the tone for whatever was about to happen. Deciding quickly, she placed it into a small bag along with a towel and a pair of oversized sunglasses, hoping they might shield at least some of her nerves.

Flo turned to her reflection in the mirror, smoothing a hand over her hair and fidgeting with the loose strands that framed her face. Her expression betrayed her inner dialogue—a mix of anticipation and caution, excitement and disbelief that this morning had somehow unfolded the way it had. The idea of the pool felt impossibly indulgent, not just because of its rooftop view but because of who she’d be sharing it with. There was something thrilling about it, the prospect of stepping out of the ordinary and into a moment that could be uniquely theirs.

She slung the bag over her shoulder, catching her own gaze in the mirror one last time before shaking her head with a soft smile. Whatever happened next, she wasn’t going to overthink it. Flo grabbed her room key and headed for the door, a quiet thrill coursing through her as she imagined the hours ahead.

Wednesday, 10:15am

When they reunited by the rooftop entrance, Flo was already dressed for the occasion, a flowy cover-up over her swimsuit and oversized sunglasses perched on her nose. She grinned at him as they stepped onto the deck, the view taking both of them by surprise.  

The rooftop was an oasis in the sky, framed by glass walls that offered panoramic views of the city below. The pool shimmered in the late-morning sun, its clear surface dotted with a few other hotel guests. Lounge chairs lined the deck, and a small bar nestled in the corner promised the kind of indulgence Flo had insisted upon.  

"Wow," she said softly, pulling off her sunglasses to get a better look. "This is… pretty incredible."  

Andrew nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. "You’ve got, em, good taste."  

She turned to him, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Race you to the pool?"  

He blinked, momentarily caught off guard, but then he grinned, tossing his bag onto a nearby chair. "Oh, you’re on."  

Without waiting for a response, she bolted, her laughter ringing out like music as it bounced off the walls of the hotel. Her feet barely touched the floor as she darted toward the pool, the sun catching the gleam in her eyes and the effortless grace of her movements. The sound of her laughter was infectious, a carefree melody that spurred Andrew into action, his heart picking up its pace as he watched her disappear toward the shimmering water ahead. 

For a brief moment, he hesitated, caught between the urge to let her go and the need to follow her—to chase the spark she always seemed to ignite in him. But it was only a second before he pushed off from the edge of the rooftop lounge and ran after her, his own laughter bubbling up as he caught sight of her teasing glance over her shoulder. She was already ahead, but the playful energy between them created a magnetic pull that tugged him toward her, urging him to close the distance.

With each step, the tension from earlier that morning melted away, the weight of the world slipping from their shoulders as they moved toward the pool's glistening surface. They were no longer burdened by expectations, by the complicated moments that lingered between them—their connection, now, was pure and uncomplicated, driven by nothing more than the joy of the chase and the thrill of the moment. 

The sound of water lapping against the pool’s edge greeted them as they reached it, and Andrew felt the cool breeze of the open air against his skin. In that instant, the world felt smaller, simpler, and everything—every hesitant thought, every question—faded into the background. They had reached a place where nothing else mattered except the shared laughter and the feeling of freedom that came with it. The rooftop pool was more than just a pool now—it was a space where time had slowed, where they were just two people, enjoying a rare, unburdened moment together.

Wednesday, 10:30am

As they both neared the edge of the pool, Andrew grinned, his breath quickening from the exhilaration of the chase. Flo was already standing at the water's edge, her back to him, a playful smile tugging at her lips. She glanced back over her shoulder just as Andrew reached her, eyes sparkling with a challenge.

"You’re too slow," she teased, her voice a mix of laughter and breathless triumph.

Andrew couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head. "You know, you’re not going to get away with that forever," he warned, stepping closer, still feeling the rush from the sprint. But his words were playful, light. There was no tension now—no unspoken weight between them. Just the easy rhythm of their connection, pulsing like the beat of their laughter.

Flo stepped back, dipping one foot into the pool, her toes skimming the cool surface of the water. "Oh, I don’t know, I think I’m winning so far," she said, eyes flashing with mischief as she playfully splashed some water in his direction.

"Hey!" Andrew jumped back instinctively, raising his arms to shield himself, but he was already laughing. "That’s how you want to play it, huh?"

"Always," she replied, grinning widely, before she stepped into the water, fully submerging herself with a graceful dive.

Andrew watched her disappear below the surface, the ripples spreading out like waves in a calm sea. The brief moment of stillness left him with an unexpected feeling of anticipation. He didn’t hesitate for long before following her, diving in with a smooth, fluid motion, cutting through the water to catch up with her.

When he resurfaced, he was met by her laughter again, as she was already floating on her back, eyes closed to the sky. The sun was lower now, casting a warm glow over the rooftop, and the city stretched out beneath them in every direction—vast and alive. He moved closer to her, his body lazily drifting in the water beside hers.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The sounds of the city, distant but persistent, hummed in the background, while the water enveloped them in a quiet cocoon of shared space. Flo’s laughter, the soft splashes as they both gently paddled, the faint breeze moving through the air—it was all part of the serene atmosphere, a calm after the flurry of their playful chase.

"Alright," Andrew said after a long, comfortable pause, breaking the silence but keeping his tone easy. "What do you think? We’ve earned this, right, em?"

Flo opened her eyes and smiled lazily, her arms outstretched to let the water carry her. "Definitely," she agreed. "I think we’ve earned a few more moments like this."

They floated there together for a while, just enjoying the simple pleasure of the water, the sky, the space between them where nothing needed to be said. It was as though everything outside of that moment had faded into nothing, and it was just the two of them, drifting on the calm of the rooftop pool, content in the peace they’d found together.

For Andrew, it felt like an oasis. The worries that had clung to him earlier, the unsaid words, the lingering questions—they seemed miles away, lost in the warmth of the afternoon sun and the easy, unspoken connection that had quietly settled between them. It was a rare kind of peace. A peacefulness he hadn’t known he’d been craving until now.

"You’re quiet," Flo said softly, her voice pulling him back from his thoughts. She had tilted her head toward him, her eyes searching his face with a touch of curiosity. "Penny for your thoughts?"

Andrew smiled, tilting his head back to glance at the clear sky above, allowing the moment to linger just a bit longer. "Just... thinking how, em, lucky I am to be here with you."

Flo raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. "Is that so?"

He met her gaze, his expression open, sincere. "Yeah," he said, his voice low but firm. "This... this, em, feels like the start of something good."

The air seemed to still for a heartbeat as Flo’s gaze softened. She nodded, just a little, as though accepting the truth of his words. "I think so, too," she murmured, her voice just above a whisper, as if she didn’t want to break the fragile magic of the moment.

And with that, they stayed, floating in the water, basking in the quiet joy of the rooftop pool, where nothing existed but the warmth of the sun, the coolness of the water, and the unspoken promise of something more to come.

[man-i-love-folklore]

i made this after hearing the confirmation of hozier getting lasik surgery

i have too much time on my hands

[desertpups]

victoriacanal: and just like that, it's over i wanted to say a huge, huge thank you to @hozier and everyone in the band and crew for having me along for this incredible, life-changing tour. it's been such a joy to open and to sing with you every night. thank you

to every single one of you who came to the shows - can't wait to see so many of your faces again for my headline tour in the fall. ily thank u for being so gay and so cute.

huge shoutout to @queerstothefront for TM'ing, and @harryfausingsmith and @kattnewlon for being the most incredible company and musicians to play with. so much love here. i'm so grateful.

Thank you for joining us!! It's been so much fun.

[arson-09]

Who We Are came on the shuffle and it felt like a knife to the chest

[ashesforart]

At last! Some artwork for my favorite song on the EP. This is so beautiful <3

Through Me (The Flood)

[rosie-the-posie]

🩷🎀 My DR List 🎀🩷

below is a pretty very long list of all the drs i’ve made scripts for

lmk if any of you want some more detail of any of them, dw i have EXTENSIVE detail on everything babes

don’t judge pls 😖😖 this is a safe space…hopefully 🩷

Fame DRs :

Phantasmagoria DR: my main fame dr where i’m the lead singer in a band called Phantasmagoria w my friends. We’re like, really famous. Like more famous than Taylor Swift famous. And I go on to become a really famous writer/director as well. This is the dr i think about all the time, i fucking rule guys. NO BAD SONGS. NO CONTROVERSIES. ONLY GOOD VIBES AND GREAT MUSIC. ofc i’m an EGOT and pretty much revitalize the film industry single handedly. 😋😘

Heartstopper Cast DR: i’m a part of the cast of Heartstopper (an OC named Vivienne Green - Harry’s sister - who’s besties with the group, helps Elle when she transfers school, and is Pansexual and eventually gets in a polycule). I’m honestly so cool in this one. I have my SHIT together at 19, like, it’s crazy. I’m dating Kit Connor cuz why not, and I eventually become one of the best actors of my generation no biggie 🤷🏻‍♀️

Harry DR 1: yes, I have more than one dr where i’m dating harry styles, who can blame me. I’m a songwriter that met Harry in his 1D days and became one of the band’s main songwriters. We became best friends after that and stayed close. We both become extremely famous in our respective areas in the music industry and are the power couple

Harry DR 2: this one came to me in a literal dream. I’m Harry’s secret fiance that literally no one knows about. My job is solving and rating puzzles (don’t ask me why idk either). I get pretty famous on tik tok for being one of those satisfying accs that people followed during the pandemic yk? Anyways, there’s this whole thing where I’m invited onto the Late Late Show to talk abt my job (Ellen style) and everyone loves me. Harry is just there ig

Harry DR 3 (LAST ONE): OK SO DONT JUDGE ME W THIS ONE. LET ME LIVE. so, basically, I’m Harry’s secret wife and - stay with me here - we have 6 children together. I really only wanted to go here bc I noticed how many tattoos he had of peoples names and i thought, hey, what if those were his kids’ names that he has tattooed on him and no one knows? like, why not? so this is a purely self-indulgent dr where I’m just living the domestic life with Harry Styles and our brood of children. this may or may not have been influenced by a fanfiction series i read

Hozier DR: in this one, I’m Mr. Andrew Hozier-Byrne’s girlfriend who lives with him in the Irish countryside. I’m a seamstress who has my own clothing brand. Think dresses to run through a field of flowers in, or to slowly decompose in a lake littered with petals yk? I end up making the dresses for the Folklore stretch of the Era’s tour. not to brag or anything hehe

MGG DR: I’m dating the one, the only, Matthew Gray Gubler. I just thought it would be really funny and interesting to go to a reality where him and I are pretty much polar opposites. I’m an ex-ballerina who still practices, so I have that grace and elegance around me. I love to dress in dark neutrals all year round. For my job, I’m a famous published horror author. I have an rbf and a WRY sense of humor. Literally black cat aesthetic to the max. And then there’s Matthew who’s a ball of sunshine compressed into colorful grandpa clothes. honestly i love this one

Tom Holland DR: okay so this one is from my Spider-Man phase. But i actually love it so much. I play Felicia Hardy in the Spider-Man films, who is as much of a love interest as MJ in this reality. Tom and I actually grew up together since I would always vacation at my aunt’s house in the UK who was also neighbors to the Hollands. We’ve always ‘hated’ each other growing up (when really we were closer to each other than anyone else) and so when we started working together on the Spider-Man movies, all those underlying feelings started coming to the surface

The Joes DR: Okay, so. In this one, I play Chrissy Cunningham in Stranger Things. Her character is actually a lot different than in this reality where she’s actually secretly dating Eddie Munson behind Jason’s back. She doesn’t die, her friend Angie does, so Eddie and Chrissy join the party to save the world n stuff. Basically, Joe Quinn (his name is Thomas in this reality) and I got really close on set and are rly flirty hehe. And, to make it even better, we ALSO have a thing with Joe Keery as well (hence the name change to make my life easier). So we’re all a budding throuple and we kinda try to sneak that dynamic into the show hehe. note: certain actors aren’t poopy people in this reality and don’t support genocide 🙄) 

Hogwarts DRs:

Draco DR: this was my first ever dr! draco tok got me into shifting. I’m a gryffindor who’s friends w the golden trio. I transferred into Hogwarts in 4th year and pretty much just am there for the ride as the canon happens. I’m in a secret relationship w Draco (shocking ik) and he’s actually not a bad person. i obvi scripted out the supremist in him guys, dw. i actually have so much detail about all the ways we meet up behind everyone’s back and stuff. you never forget your first guys 🩷

Tom Riddle DR: AGAIN. BEAR WITH ME. ITS NOT BAD. basically Hogwarts is more of an elite rich kid college for wizards than a high school type place. BLOOD SUPREMACY DOESNT EXIST. But there is a whole powerful family hierarchy. kind of like a mob family thing??Instead of Slytherins being the ones most likely to be death eaters, they’re the ones most likely to be from those more powerful families. The Riddles are one of the most powerful families (and rich bc sorry but i’m not dating a poor orphan guys). I’m a Gryffindor who transfers in and becomes besties with the Slytherin group (Theo, Enzo, Mattheo -i’m a mattheo truther, never matthew- Blaise, Pansy, and Draco). Anyways, I fall for Tommy bc of his whole dark and broody best friend’s older brother thing he has going on.

MCU DRs:

Peter Parker DR 1: i’m obsessed w the idea of being genius buddies w Peter Parker and eventually taking over SI, so this is that. We’ve been best friends and neighbors since we were little, and got bit by spiders at the same time. I’m Silk, and we fight crime tgt. We’re both geniuses and go to Midtown together. When we meet Tony Stark, him and Pepper pretty much take us under their wings and we become their heirs to SI. We revolutionize the tech industry before we even graduate high school, we’re that smart. example: we build a water filter that we use to completely clean the Hudson River. we create inter-dimensional communication to talk w the other spidey gang after we get sucked into a rift and meet miles. on like a random tuesday too. I absolutely love this one, i put SO MUCH DETAIL into this script it’s actually insane.

Peter Parker DR 2: My first Peter dr that i made, but kind of abandoned. Him and I have an enemies to loves relationship bc after talking w Ned, he thinks the way to attract me is to act as if he doesn’t care about me 🙄. these dumbasses. anyways, i’m Tony’s adoptive daughter who he rescued from these evil scientists who gave me powers n stuff. it was a pretty cool concept when i first thought of this reality. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Stucky DR: Takes place in the 1940s at first, bc I’m best friends and eventually dating Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. The three of us are a force to be reckoned with guys. I’m super fucking smart, Steve is super fucking stubborn, and Bucky is super fucking protective. So, chaos basically. I’m really interested in science and am offered a spot to work on the super soldier serum by Howard Stark. Canon events become canon, I create SHIELD with my besties Howie and Peggy, Howie tells me he’d been working on cryogenics but needs a volunteer to test it, so I agree. I wake up in 2017, after the Civil War was actually dealt with civilly and am reunited with my loves in the present time. One of my favorites that I ever scripted out. 🩷

Misc. DRs:

Peaky Blinders DR: I was a nurse during the war that took care of Tommy and his brothers, and him and I became really close and fell in love. We reconnected a couple of years after the war ended, and I basically become his right hand when it comes to all the Peaky business. He trusts me more than anyone else because we’re both ass over tits in LOVE with each other. Like, yall don’t understand how in love we are. Also, you know that scene of Elle Woods pulling up to Harvard in a full pink outfit? Literally me every single day. Me in my lil pink blazer and skirt sets and the brightest fucking smile on my face making everyone confused why tf someone is as happy as i am in birmingham of all places. Everyone thinks i’m ditzy and just Tommy’s arm candy when rly im the smartest person in the room at all times. i just love to manipulate people into thinking im harmless and then learning all their secrets 🩷🩷🎀

Haikyu DR: i’m the manager of Karasuno that takes over for Kiyoko. I’m the granddaughter of Nekoma’s coach, so i know all about the game and play just as good as the players. Just because those 4 minutes of him had me licking the screen, i’m Kiyoomi Sakusa’s girlfriend. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH ITS CRAZY. we have a whole friend group with Ushijima, Tendo, Iizuna, Komori, and Atsumu. Imagine the chaos that group brings everywhere. It’s such a fun dr, i should really revisit it more often.

Lloyd Hansen DR: i watched the gray man and this man with his white pants and pornstache burrowed his way into my heart. pretty much im his ditzy lil girlfriend who he adores and just skips around the place in pink and he spoils endlessly. 🩷

Mafia DR: didn’t really flesh this one out, but the gist is that i meet this guy in college and he turns out to be a part of the mob. 🤷🏻‍♀️ and so yeah.

Whore DR: yes, I have a whore dr. hehe. don’t judge me but like, a reality where slut shaming doesn’t exist and you can live out your horniest fantasies w/o any judgement whatsoever. bc that’s completely normal. 😋😋

Sunny DR: this is a better cr one, where i’m pretty much just really fucking smart and in a FANTASTIC AND LOVING relationship with this guy named Peter. He sadly doesn’t exist in this reality 😞😞. But he’s literally the sweetest ever and he’s blond, so I call him Sunny. Like, my sunshine boy ☀️. Literally everything i want in like, a mundane life is in this reality. also, for no other reason than i think it’s so funny, peter happens to be the son of one of my teachers in school. Why? i have no fucking clue 😭😭. like, i go to his house to meet his dad and he’s my fucking history teacher. it’s mortifying but absolutely fucking hilarious.

Criminal Minds DR: i join the BAU after Emily’s whole arc where she dips, and everyone but Hotch and Spencer are a bit prickly with me. I’m best friends and eventually get into a friends with benefits relationship with him (which is so out of character it’s crazy, but let me live). We obvi get our shit together and just start dating and become a power couple hehe

Deity DR: literally thought of this 2 days ago 😭. most of the details are on my prev posts, so you can check those out

Narnia DR: last but not least, I’m a human who was transported to Narnia a few years after the Pevensies saved Narnia from the White Witch. However, I’m instead sent to a nearby country where they take me in and basically make me their crowned princess. After a couple of years, I meet and fall in love w Edmund Pevensie. All Hail Queen Rosemary the Radiant. 🩷

THIS SHIT IS SO LONG TF. I DIDNT REALIZE HOW MANY SCRIPTS I MADE 😭😭😭😭

anyways, if you read all of this i love you 🩷

thanks to @luvieshifts for giving me the motivation to write all of this out

OKAY IM GOING TO SLEEP NOW GN POOKIE BEARS

you are the universe and more, babes 🎀

[veroniciscool]

This only person Andrew hozier-Byrne could ever marry is Brittany Broski. I will stand by this until I die. They are SOULMATES.

Ofc I’m always here for a back up option….

[daydreaming-in-letters]

In a week

Prologue

07/14/2022

Pairing: Andrew (Hozier) x Clara (OFC)

Word Count: 1,957

Warnings: rpf, au, language, alcohol, infidelity, drunk sex, one night stand, no explicit mention of protection, poor try at using Irish slang words

Summary: Unsuccessful musician Andrew is heartbroken after finding out that his girlfriend is cheating on him. At the pub, he has a chance encounter with a mysterious stranger who seems to share his fate.

Masterpost

A/N: Ok, this one is important to me for so many different reasons and that's basically why I decided to share it here even though no one might be interested on this. The idea had been sitting in my notes for years and I'm being literal here. I just couldn't figure out what I wanted the main male character to be like and along came Andrew, slithering into my imagination as if this story had always been meant for him. His music, the poetry in his lyrics and him being such a sweet person in general were just perfect for this. I hope some of you will enjoy it. And if you happen to know a few of Hozier's songs, you might find a line or two that sound vaguely familiar.

Picture by andrew welch via Unsplash (cropped and text added)

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Hozier - Like Real People Do

Andrew’s notebook

God, what a night. To be fair, it’s what’s to be expected of a Friday night, but this…this was…different. Somehow surreal, like the day that had preceded it. But let me start at the beginning.

I entered the “Shrike & Thorn” already half fluthered and almost an hour late. And even though Fred has gotten quite used to my moderate tardiness over the last years, I could see that he wasn’t the most amused about it this time. Still, he didn’t say a word, probably expecting what had finally happened after things hadn’t exactly been the smoothest between Catherine and myself lately. Little did he know what I had found out mere hours ago, reading that effing text of hers that definitely hadn’t been intended to end up on my phone. She had been quick to delete it, but what had once been seen couldn’t be unseen anymore. Calling her and setting her straight would have been the reasonable thing to do, I guess, but, well, I’ve never been good at acting reasonably when somebody had crushed my heart. The bottle of usque at hand, it had been much easier to drown my anger anyway. Somewhere between self-pity and despair, I must have passed out. It was only when the muffled voices from the pub downstairs slowly began to seep through the thick carpet my cheek rested against that I woke from the dead again. 

So, there I was, guitar in hand, wondering how I even managed to hit the right notes as the music kept on flowing straight from my miserable heart, sad love song after sad love song, until Fred lifted a pint of the black stuff to indicate it was time for a break. I knew it was his way of complimenting me off stage, but there was enough ethanol running through my veins to overlook this scandalous affront. The pint of gat might have helped smooth my ruffled feathers as well, and so I took the hint and made myself comfortable at the bar for a while.

My sense of time long lost to the sweet intoxication, I had no idea how much of it had already passed when our eyes first met. Foc, she was a fine thing, dark blonde hair veiling her shoulders, falling all the way down to her ample breasts. Even without lipstick, her lips shone as red as cherry wine and I could have sworn I had never seen eyes like hers before, grey with a tinge of green, sprinkled with tiny flecks of gold. 

But the darkness they held, I knew only too well. There was no need to ask what had brought her to this place, and I’m sure she could also see the inner demons I was so desperately trying to rinse down my throat with every gulp of the black liquid in my hands. There was something bewitching about her state of misery, like some dark magic that pulls you in and chains you to your sorrow until it has consumed you wholly. It had befallen me as well the moment those few words had flashed up on my display and the dark claw of desolation had wrapped around my heart in an iron grip. It wouldn’t leave us be, not tonight, but I felt less alone knowing we shared the same fate. 

“Fred,” I slurred, but I felt too cozy in my inebriation to care about the loss of reins, “one of the usual for me and one of whatever she is having.” I pointed towards the heap of shot glasses lined up in front of the sweet one. For a second I thought he might dismiss my order, but then he bit his tongue and did as I had asked of him, setting one glass down in front of me before he lined up the other one with the empty glasses in front of her. 

It would have been fine by me to raise my glass with her from afar, but she obviously had other plans and who was I to object when she rounded the counter, gravitating towards me until the distance between us was nothing but a mere memory anymore. 

“What shall we drink to?” Her voice was as warm as the colour of her eyes, and still I shuddered as the bitterness of her tone invaded my ears above the noise of the other guests. Maybe it was that very bitterness that coaxed the rancorous answer from my mouth.

“To love.”

“Yeah, to love.” Her glass hit mine with determination. “May it fuck off and never dare show its fallacious face again.”

With a final glance, an exchange of bitter smiles, my head tilted back and downed the oily liquid. It burned more than it usually did, but the warmth it spread soothed my soul instantly. Or was it the shortest glimpse of her throat I caught, milky skin left unguarded like a pristine blanket of the first winter snow? 

With a harsh clank her glass hit the wooden surface of the counter and pulled me back to the impossible grey of her eyes. 

“God, I needed that.”

Her fingers dove into her hair and pulled it back from her forehead, my gaze captured by the four letters that were inked into her wrist in elaborate flourishes. 

“So that didn’t work out too well for you, did it?” I teased with a sheepish grin on my lips.

She glanced down onto the word my fingers pointed at.

“No, not today.”

I could practically watch the spirits leave her body that the shot had seemed to have so wonderfully revived, and the acrimony they left on her face made me regret my foolish remark immediately.

“Well, technically, today isn’t over yet.”

I had no idea where that moronic annotation had come from, and even less what it was supposed to mean. Apparently she didn’t know what to do with it either, thoughts racing behind her dulled eyes. But then they illuminated with a thrill, sparking the same excitement in the pit of my stomach as her fingers weaved through mine.

“Let’s get out of here.”

In a last second of sanity, I looked back at my guitar that stood abandoned on the empty stage, then to Fred behind the counter who smiled knowingly upon my dumbfounded face, seeing me off with a wink and a wave while she dragged me towards the door.

Outside, the fresh night air hit me like a wrecking ball. I stumbled, my eyes closing as the world spun before them. Prepared for the harsh impact that was inevitable, I didn’t even flinch as my back hit the cold stone. It was only when her heated body pressed into mine that I checked my surroundings. Instead of the pavement, my back had made contact with the bricks that covered the house wall behind me, her fingers tightly clutching the collar of my leather jacket. 

“Don’t you dare black out on me, bard, not before…”

“Before what?” I barely managed to force out while her sweet breath invaded the almost non-existent space between us.

With a wild grin she pushed herself up on her tiptoes, pulling me down by my collar the rest of the way to answer my question. Her lips were even softer than they looked, and even though they held the fading bitterness of her strong medicine, they pulled me from the deep hollow of self-pity I had buried myself in. Life returned to my parched veins in a rush, restoring the power it took to meet her passion with the same urgency. 

She moaned against my lips when I pulled her closer, her mouth falling open to welcome me inside and I could feel the familiar fire awaken when our tongues met for a sinful dance. The meaning of time long lost to desire, she broke away with a gasp and the storm behind her bewitching orbs of grey left me with a shudder.

“Take me to your place or take me right here. I don’t care. Just do something about this.”

Her hand left my collar to wrap around mine and guide it right to the centre of scorching heat at the apex of her thighs. We moaned in unison as my fingers drew along her mound, hers ending in a needy plea not even the most pious of man could have resisted. 

As if it bent to our will, the world seemed to stop for a moment, only to accelerate beyond the sensible, and all I am left with are snippets of the fevered frenzy that ensued. Clothes paving the way from front door to bedroom, greedy fingers familiarising with my naked flesh, touching, probing, seeking to map out the spots that left me at her mercy, until I was nothing but a lump of clay she could shape and form to sate her desire. 

Heated lips followed in the wake of her hands, leaving trails of scorching flames wherever they went, set on consuming the last remains of doubt or decency, if ever such feelings had reigned me to begin with. And the second we became one, my mind refused to believe there would ever be any other way of existing but within her. Like a queen taking her rightful place on the throne for the first time, she claimed me, ruled me, completed me with her saturnalian ascendancy. I didn’t dare touch her, afraid to distract her on her way to salvation as much as in awe of her raw ferocity. 

It was only when she came, violent like a force of nature, shaking and trembling in the shocks of sweet redemption, that I snapped out of my trance and yielded to the avid voice inside my head, telling me to seize the night and chase my own desires. I’ll never forget the glow of her eyes in the low lamp light, her body buried underneath mine, hands pinned above her head while I filled every last bit of her. No words were spoken, all that was needed was the silent challenge in her smile and I was free. 

There was no gentleness in the delirium that befell me, my passion was boundless, rough and fast, fuelled by her soft whimpers and pleading eyes, begging me to take her, to use her until my hunger was sated. And I did. 

In the afterglow, we just lay in silence, side by side, in awe of the satiation our selfish transgression had granted us, pacifying our agony, if only for a blink of time until guilt would creep up on us. There is one thought I remember as clear as anything and even though it was born from the heat of the moment, it has stuck with me ever since. If this was what the original sin had felt like, who were we to condemn Adam and Eve for their inequity?

This morning, she was gone, leaving me with nothing but her sweet scent on my skin to prove that she had been more than a mere fever dream. And I fear even that will fade soon, so I needed to write this down, to conserve at least this tiny piece of us. Because as much as my conscience tells me to loathe our sinful deeds, I can’t bring myself to regret a single second of last night. Not even the massive hangover it left me with. I think I will actually enjoy the dull hammering until it slowly fades, like the only evidence of her. There’s not even a name I have to remember her by, my sweet one. Well, I guess there we have it, the one thing I do regret after all. 

Chapter 1

[tekweela]

not to be too dramatic but this man's going live on HIS birthday to fucking read US some poetry

[lokilickedme]

Master Fic List ~ updated 7/13/20

Sorry for taking so long to do this...it was brought to my attention that it’s been almost a year since I updated this list and several people have requested it - so here you go, my fully updated and almost completed Master Fic List with links, synopsis, character rosters, pairings, ratings, word/chapter counts, warning tags with squick notices, and update dates.

All fics on this list are posted at AO3 unless noted

*The Loki Reads series is exclusively on tumblr.com

Everything is under the cut because this list is LONG (75 individual works, 13 series, plus published works included at the end of the list)

Fics are categorized by main character (i.e. Loki, Tom Hiddleston as Original Characters, etc)

Series and associated AU’s and side stories are grouped together (Chemical + Prehistories + Troika Apocalyptica + Penumbraluna + Wolfsbane…you get the idea)

Fics are identified as WIP (work in progress) or complete, with associated word counts and chapter amounts.  Latest update dates are noted for WIPs.

WARNINGS are notated, though the warning tags at AO3 should be paid attention to because they are far more complete and detailed.

Fic genres (romance, comedy, thriller) are briefly notated but these are general.

There is a link at the end of the list to my published books at Amazon, if you’re interested in those.

This list will be updated as fics update and incomplete information will be added as I have time.

Click READ MORE to see the complete list:

Exclusively on tumblr:

Part 1 - Loki Reads The Night Manager Part 2 - Loki Reads High Rise Part 3 - Loki Reads Fifty Shades of Grey

~WORKS AT AO3~

Word/chapter counts are current as of 7/13/2020

Loki

Jack Montague - WIP - 183,860 words, 65 chapters, ongoing - WARNINGS: hardcore sex, language, violence, sexual deviance, mentions of abuse, mentions of depression, explicit everything, blood/vampyric activities, numerous smutty kinks, and whatever else you can think of.  Not kidding, everything in this one is really hardcore.  Supernatural romance/adventure in the post-MCU/Post-2012 Avengers.  Main character - Loki.  Secondary character/love interest -  Jack Montague.  Relationship - Loki/Jack. Side characters - Adam (OLLA), Thor, Nick Fury, Eve (OLLA), Selina (Sanguine).  The Trickster God has been exiled to Earth for a very long time…as the oldest living monster in the realm, he’s bored off his skull and endlessly intrigued when he runs across a monster of an entirely different kind - and strikes up a playful romantic partnership with a vampire who may be far more than he bargained for.  *EXTREMELY EXPLICIT*  Updated 6/14/20

Sugar Skull - complete - 3115 words.  Side story to Jack Montague, part 3 of The Joker And The Thief.  Main character - Loki.  Side characters - Jack, Thor. WARNINGS: Language, sex.  What Loki does every year on Halloween.  *MATURE*   **also published in the Trickster Tales compendium

The Gucci Incident - complete - 4278 words.  Side story to Jack Montague, part 2 of The Joker And The Thief.  Main character - Loki.  Side characters - Adam.  WARNINGS:  Mostly language.  Loki and his vampire father-in-law Adam chase a pair of bedroom slippers across New York City.  *MATURE*

The Trickster’s Wife - complete - 71,001 words, 31 chapters.  Post Avengers, MCU.  Romance/epic adventure.  WARNINGS:  Very explicit sex, some language, some violence, very adult themes, mentions of abuse.  Main character - Loki.  Secondary character/love interest:  Princess Anja.  Relationship -  Loki/Anja.  Side characters - Thor, Odin, Frigga, Bragneire.  Asgard needs Loki, but Loki has a price - a wife he has no right to ask for.  So of course he does just that.  *MATURE, EXPLICIT*

The King of All The Rest - WIP - 1444 words, 1 chapter, ongoing (Part 2 of Myths of Asgard) - Sequel to The Trickster’s Wife.  Romance/comedy. Main characters - Loki, Bragneire, Anja.  Relationship -  Loki/Anja.  Loki has retired, left Asgard, left the throne, left everything save for one beautiful thing that he’ll never lose again…the wife he fought so hard to keep.  WARNINGS: Sex, language. *MATURE*

The King’s Heart - complete - 47,229 words, 21 chapters.  WARNINGS:  Explicit sex, sexual violence, abuse, language, mental illness, blood, grief, very adult themes.  Main character - Loki.  Secondary character/love interest - Lyra.  Side characters - Thor, Frigga, Aleks Lokisson, several offspring.  Post-Avengers UA.  Loki has been given the throne, but his apparent madness prevents him from opening his heart to his new queen. *VERY EXPLICIT*  **currently being reworked for publication

The Wolf King - complete - 44,315 words, 17 chapters.  WARNINGS:  Sexual activity, language, some violence, smutty talk from Loki, adult themes.  Fluffy adventure/romance.  Loki’s son Aleks has been handed the throne, but he doesn’t want it yet - not while there’s a universe to be conquered in “other” more satisfying ways.  But a mysterious pair of offworlders have a vested interest in the boy king fulfilling his prophecy the way his famous father did.  Main characters - Aleks, Loki.  Secondary characters/love interests - Cara, Lyra.  Side characters - Thor, The Syl, Sleipnir, Loki’s daughters, some surprise guests at the end. *MATURE*

Lost Creatures - complete - 4929 words.  Main characters - Loki, Thor.  WARNINGS:  Explicit sex, explicit language, violence, male/male.  Loki and Thor have always loved as much as they’ve hated…but which of the two emotions is the stronger?  *EXPLICIT*  **published in the Trickster Tales compendium, original version remains on AO3

Civil Disobedience - complete - 1066 words.  WARNINGS:  Spanking, nonconsensual. Main character - Loki.  Short vignette involving a Dominant Loki and his disobedient plaything.  *EXPLICIT*   **Rewritten for publication in the Trickster Tales compendium, original version remains on AO3

Mine - complete - 2051 words.  WARNINGS: Explicit sex, language, voyeurism, angst.  Main character - Loki. Side characters - Thor, the bride.  She was one thing over all others…she was mine. *EXPLICIT*   **published in the Trickster Tales compendium, original version remains on AO3

THE TEMPEST SERIES

Main character for all parts - Loki.  WARNINGS FOR ALL PARTS:  Hardcore sex, strong language, some violence, implied bestiality, very heavy smut.  All parts complete.  Dark romance/thriller.

Part 1 - Darkness Lives In Me - Loki’s fall from grace (1421 words) Part 2 - Before Chaos - Loki plots to take over Midgard (3120 words) Part 3 - After The Maelstrom -  Loki kills some time before the conquest (3088) Part 4 - Eye of The Storm -  Loki finds a way to…well… (2369 words) Part 5 - Her Side of The Storm -  Loki’s chosen conquest tells her side (2476) Part 6 - A Perfect Whirlwind -  Loki serves his time, misses his chosen (2928) Part 7 - Cyclone In A Teacup -  A conjugal visitation to Midgard (2654 words) Part 8 - An Intemperate Rain -  Loki comes bearing gifts (2132 words) Part 9 - Darkening Skies -  A trinket with…dubious powers (4304 words) Part 10 - The Nature Of Thunder -  Loki, kidnap, what could go wrong? (3325) Part 11 - Lightning Strikes -  Fury’s revenge, Loki’s redemption (3905 words)

*All parts of the above series:  EXTREMELY EXPLICIT including violent consensual sex*

No Regrets -  complete - 1634 words. WARNINGS:  Crazy explicit sex, language, absolutely no plot.  Smutty comedy.  Loki, dad’s throne, and a willing partner…just another Wednesday on Asgard. Main character - Loki.  Side characters - woman, Thor, Odin. *EXPLICIT* **published in the Trickster Tales compendium, original version remains on AO3

Whisper -  complete - 6440 words, 6 chapters.  WARNINGS:  Explicit sex, explicit language, threatened explicit violence.  Main character - Loki.  Side character - woman.  Romance.  Asgard has fallen while Loki is imprisoned far beneath the city, leaving him the sole survivor - and as the world slowly decays above him, he opens a path to escape through the dreams of a Midgardian female.  *EXPLICIT*

The Dragon Queen - complete - 37,503 words, 28 chapters. Main character - Loki.  Relationship - Loki/Eira.  Romance. WARNINGS: Very hardcore sex, violence, rape, abuse, language, torture.  Odin has given up trying to break Loki - until the day he sends his other prized prisoner into the Trickster’s cell.  *EXTREMELY EXPLICIT*  *WARNING - CONTAINS NONCONSENSUAL SEX SCENES*

The Good Stuff -  complete - 3513 words.  WARNINGS: Crude explicit language, some smutty sex and references and drunkenness.  Comedy.  Main characters - Loki and Thor.  Side characters - Frigga, Odin, castle servants.  Two bored brothers, one long night, and mom’s secret hooch stash - what could go wrong?  *MATURE*  **published in the Trickster Tales compendium, original version remains on AO3

Smooth Criminal - Part 1 of the Criminal Activity Series - complete - 4252 words.  WARNINGS: Explicit sex and dominance.  Avengers (2012) adjacent.  Where did Loki get that suit anyway?  *EXPLICIT*  **published in the Trickster Tales compendium, original version remains on AO3

Blue Collar Criminal - Part 2 of the Criminal Activity Series - incomplete - 1171 words.  Post-Avengers.  WARNINGS: None really, it hasn’t gotten far enough yet.  Sitting on the throne is dull as fuck.  Might as well hit Asgard again, only this time Loki only intends to conquer one human - the girl from the suit shop.  *WILL BE EXPLICIT IF I EVER FINISH IT*

Tom Hiddleston as Original Characters

The Department - WIP - 148,227 words, 37 chapters, ongoing. *UPDATED 7/10/20* Main characters - Greta (OFC), Chief (Tom Hiddleston).  Side characters - Andy (Andrew Hozier-Byrne), Cree (Jason Momoa), Cade (Chris Evans), Kevin (Dave Bautista), Hawk (David Tennant), Sarah (Sarah Lancashire), Ted (Sebastian Stan), Wilson (Owen Wilson).  Pairings:  Greta/Chief, Greta/Andy (FWB).  Comedy/romance.  WARNINGS:  Explicit sex, explicit crude language, sexist banter, minor violence.  Greta arrives in a small town in Minnesota to wait out her disciplinary review after an on the job accident and struggles to survive a crackpot stationhouse full of cops who may or may not be quite what they seem…while trying really hard not to fall in love with the Chief.  *EXPLICIT*  - updates weekly (Sundays) **now off hiatus!

Hammer Of The Gods - WIP - 29,935 words - 28/30 chapters, ongoing.  *UPDATED 4/18/20*  Main characters - Jake (Tom Hiddleston), Tate (OFC), Pete (Chris Hemsworth).  Pairing: Jake/Tate.  WARNINGS: hardcore language, explicit sex, mild/brief violence, referenced mental/emotional/verbal abuse.  AU Loki and Thor as human construction workers renovating a house next door to a recently divorced mom who really needs to learn how to live again.  *EXPLICIT*

Sunflower - WIP - 33,577 words - 13/15 chapters, ongoing.  Main characters - Tommy (Tom Hiddleston), Chloe (OFC/Dove Cameron).  Side characters - Amy (Sarah Wayne Callies), Martin (Idris Elba), Blake (Jeffrey Dean Morgan) , Tony (Robert Downey Jr).  Pairing: Tommy/Chloe.  Sweet romance.  Don’t park in the disabled spot unless you’re ready to fall in love with the girl you stole it from.  WARNINGS:  Sex, mild language, injury description.  *MATURE*

THE MCCLARY CHRONICLES

Part 1 - Sgaile Leannan -  complete - 58,066 words, 20 chapters.  Main characters - King McClary (Tom Hiddleston), Molly Thompkin (OFC).  Romance.  Molly arrives in Scotland on a work assignment and meets her nemesis - the surly kilted sheep farmer who owns the land she’s trespassing on. WARNINGS:  Very explicit sex, explicit language, mild violence.  This story was rewritten for publication with changes - original version remains on AO3.  *EXPLICIT*

Part 2 - Samhach Mhiannan -  complete - 78,763 words, 25 chapters.  Molly returns home to Philadelphia with a little secret - and her world flips upside down when King shows up at her door months later.  SAME WARNINGS AS PART 1. This story was rewritten for publication with minor changes - original version remains on AO3.  *EXPLICIT*

Part 3 - Na Binne an Leann -  complete - 77,600 words, 25 chapters.  Molly moves to Scotland to be with King, but her future with the cranky sheepherder is, as always, shaky and uncertain.  SAME WARNINGS AS PARTS 1 AND 2. This story was rewritten for publication with minor changes - original version remains on AO3. *EXPLICIT*

A Meeting With The King - complete - 2507 words.  Side story to The McClary Chronicles. What really happened that day at Clendon Williams when King met Ian, told from King’s POV. WARNINGS: Some language, mild violence.  *MATURE*

Aingeal Ard - WIP - 16,297 words - 16/20 chapters, ongoing.  *UPDATED 10/14/19*   WARNINGS: rough language, explicit sex.  Main characters - King McClary (Tom Hiddleston), Molly Thompkin (OFC). A retelling of Sgaile Leannan from King’s POV, chapter by chapter.  *EXPLICIT*

Chemical and its Related Side Stories

Chemical - incomplete version, ended - 263,007 words, 58 chapters.  This story was rewritten and completed for publication in two volumes with major changes - the original version minus the final chapters and epilogue remain at AO3.   AU Loki/Tom Hiddleston as a bartender in San Diego who falls for the last girl he should ever look at - who just happens to be his soulmate.  Main characters - Tom Heyworth (Tom Hiddleston), Anja Black (OFC).  Side characters - Chris (Chris Hemsworth), Ewan (Ewan McGregor), Pop Heyworth, Cara, Kady, Robert Laing, Eric (Michael Fassbender).  Romance.  WARNINGS: Extremely hardcore sex of all kinds, language, mild violence, references to past sexual abuse and child abuse. *EXTREMELY EXPLICIT, NOT REMOTELY KIDDING*

THE CHEMICAL PREHISTORIES

All parts complete, all parts MATURE AND/OR EXPLICIT for sex, language, references to past abuse, mild drug use.  **This series of shorts have now been published as Volume Three of the Chemical books

SIR -  Characters:  Anja’s mother and her lover; young Anja Das Vorspiel -  Characters:  Alicia and The Boss Quiet Gods -  Narrator:  Eva.  Characters:  Eva, Tom, Chris Medialuna -  the original unused ending to Chemical Two Princes -  Narrator: Anja ADDITIONAL WARNING: character death The Mechanic -  Narrator:  Chris.  Characters:  Chris, Tom, Anja Eidolon - Narrator:  Emma.  Characters:  Emma, Tom, Anja ADDITIONAL WARNING: disturbing imagery, imagined character death, mental illness The Scottish Barman -  Narrator:  Ewan.  Characters:  Ewan, Tom, Anja Taos -  Narrator:  Alicia  ADDITIONAL WARNING: character death Girly -  Narrator:  Anja

Penumbraluna -  complete - 19,179 words, 10 chapters. Main characters - Tom and Chris (as teens).  Side character - Meredith Hemberley.  Coming of age.  WARNINGS:  Strong language, references to sexual abuse and child abuse, mild drug and alcohol use, male/male (brief), semi-explicit sex, character death.  Tom’s friendship with Chris, from the day they met as kids up to the point where Chemical begins.  *VERY MATURE THEMES*  **This novella has been published as part of Chemical Volume Three

See You After The Apocalypse - Part 1 of the Troika Apocalyptica series - complete - 5414 words.  Chemical AU, post-Chemical - Tom, Anja, Chris, Pop, Cara, and Tom & Anja’s two babies have all survived the zombie outbreak, hunkered down in the cabin in Big Bear.  But Tom sends Anja and the two little ones away with Chris when the mountain is overrun with the undead.  Will they find each other alive when it’s all over? WARNINGS: Suspense, mild violence.  *MATURE*

Meet Me In Phoenix - Part 2 of Troika Apocalyptica - incomplete - Characters: Tom, Anja, Pop, Chris, Cara.   Chemical AU in which Tom & company survive a zombie apocalypse, are separated, and embark on a cross country quest to find each other again.  WARNINGS: language and some sexual references.  *MATURE*

Wolfsbane -  complete - 1826 words.  Tom/Anja Chemical AU side story.  Assassins in love.  Tom and Anja are agents assigned to bump each other off, if they can stop seducing each other long enough to pull the trigger. WARNINGS:  Language, sex, mild violence.

Tales From Quarantine - ongoing, limited series of oneshots - 6171 words currently, 2 chapters.  Short stories featuring several of my fic couples in lockdown during the covid-19 crisis: Tom and Anja from Chemical, Jack and Loki from Jack Montague, Molly and King from The McClary Chronicles, Adam/Eve/Selina from Sanguine, Jake and Tate from Hammer of The Gods, Tommy and Chloe from Sunflower, Greta and Chief from The Department.  WARNINGS:  explicit sex and language

Tom Hiddleston as Himself:

Body Double - complete - 143,489 words, 40 chapters.  WARNINGS:  Explicit sex, language, references to past sexual and physical abuse, brief reference to miscarriage, heavy Dom/sub undertones.  Main character - Tom Hiddleston (as himself).  Secondary character/love interest - Anna (OFC).  Side characters - Chris Hemsworth, Ian. Pairing: Tom/Anna.  Romance.  An actor and a body double working on his film embark on a romantic relationship after the movie wraps.  *VERY EXPLICIT*

Other TH Original Characters:

Burn -  complete (will fill in this summary ASAP)

Would You Like To Play A Game? -  complete  (will fill in this summary ASAP)

Golden Boy - incomplete  (will fill in this summary ASAP)

Awakening -  complete - RPF -  (will fill in this summary ASAP)

Beautiful Disaster -  complete  (will fill in this summary ASAP) **this fic has been partly rewritten and published, the original version remains on AO3

Dandelion Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6 - complete (will fill in summary ASAP)

Broken Petals - A Magnus Martinsson fic - incomplete

Yes Please, Magnus - Magnus Martinsson fic - complete

Weekly Meetings of The Most Useless Muses in The History of Fanfiction - incomplete - 23,802 words, 22 chapters.  Pretty much what it sounds like.  Characters - all of them.  WARNINGS: All of them.

Adam - Only Lovers Left Alive

Sanguine -  complete - 28,795 words, 16 chapters. Main character - Adam.  Secondary characters - Selina, Eve.  Romance/mystery.  WARNINGS:  Very explicit sex and violence, language, vampirism, blood, pregnancy, rape.  A redemption tale twisted up in an epic love story between a vampire and a mortal who break a few rules and make a few of their own in the process.  *EXPLICIT*

(Adam is also a prominent character in JACK MONTAGUE and THE GUCCI INCIDENT)

Thomas Oakley - Unrelated

Sleep -  complete - 1471 words.  WARNINGS: Sex and language.  Thomas Oakley is chosen for a college sleep studies program.  Too bad the only thing that puts him to sleep is an orgasm.  *MATURE*

Tom Hiddleston - Jaguar Promo

The Way of The Cat -  complete (summary will be filled in ASAP)

Andrew Hozier-Byrne

THE TALIESIN SERIES

Part 1 - Nobody -  complete - 3293 words.  Romance/fantasy.  WARNINGS: character death, raunchy language, implied sex, implied drug use.  A perpetually reincarnating Celtic deity (Andrew Hozier-Byrne) just won’t stop causing problems for the Pantheon, no matter how many times they reboot him and his lover.  Loosely based on the song.  *MATURE* 

Part 2 - Shrine Of Your Lies - WIP - 1011 words, 2/15 chapters, ongoing.  Romance/fantasy.  WARNINGS:  Explicit sex, some language, some implied violence.  Taliesin (Andrew Hozier-Byrne) and his lover have been reincarnated again, this time without any memory of who they are - or of each other.  Fate won’t let them wander for long though and their paths cross over two parallel lifetimes. *MATURE*  - this fic may not be updated on AO3 as I plan to change the background setting and include it in the upcoming WICKLOW HOUSE book of short stories

(Andrew Hozier-Byrne is also a prominent character in THE DEPARTMENT)

Can Yaman

Kiz Yan Kapi - The Girl Next Door - WIP - 5533 words, 3/10 chapters  (will fill in this summary ASAP)

Chris Hemworth

Thor’s Beard -  complete - 3163 words (Part 2 of Forgotten Gods, side story to Hammer Of The Gods).  WARNINGS:  Explicit sex, language.  Pete from HoTG hooks up with Jake’s older sister and a battery operated device.  *EXPLICIT*

See You After The Apocalypse - see above under The Chemical Prehistories

(CH is also a major character in Hammer Of The Gods and Chemical)

Allan Hawco/Frontier inspired

A Wife For Mister Brown -  complete  (will fill in this summary ASAP)

Et Tu, Mister Brown? -  complete (will fill in this summary ASAP)

~~PUBLISHED BOOKS~~

All of the following are available at amazon.com in both paperback and Kindle formats:

Sgaile Leannan - Rewritten from AO3 version with changes/additions.  Sex, language, adult situations.  *EXPLICIT*

Samhach Mhiannan - Rewritten from AO3 version with some changes/additions.  Sex, language, adult situations.  *EXPLICIT*

Na Binne an Leann - Rewritten from AO3 version with minor changes/additions.  Sex, language, adult situations.  *EXPLICIT*

Chemical Volume One - Rewritten from AO3 with major changes/additions.  Sex, language, adult situations, references to past child abuse.  *EXTREMELY EXPLICIT*

Chemical Volume Two - Rewritten from AO3 with major changes/additions (includes the final three chapters, ending, and epilogue that are not included in the AO3 version).  Sex, language, adult situations, references to past child abuse.  *EXTREMELY EXPLICIT*

Chemical Volume Three - The Prehistories and Penumbraluna - a compilation of the Chem shorts and the novella (some are partially rewritten)  *EXPLICIT and VERY ADULT THEMES*

Here And There - Book One of The Strada Series - not associated with any AO3 fics.  Sex, language, violence.  Paranormal romance.  A man falls out of the sky - literally - and Holly’s quiet existence goes all kinds of sideways when his otherworldly nemesis follows and the two of them end up in her bed…and inextricably in her life.  The Strada have been here longer than mankind, but their existence has been closed off to the “There” - a dimensional prison realm that separates them from the humans by a split second of time.  When the protective barrier between the dimensions begins weakening, the most dangerous creatures ever created start coming across to wage war against their own kind, using the world of the humans as a battlefield.  Two angelic criminals - Keene and his soulmate Baltho - have been conscripted to regain control...but do either of them want to?  And perhaps more importantly, can they stop fighting with each other long enough to do their one job?   *EXPLICIT SEX, violence*

The Carmichael Addendum - not associated with any AO3 fics.  Sex, language, violence.  Paranormal/supernatural romance.  Clarissa is one of a final few peacekeepers left in a world where the monsters have quietly retreated into myth - but the local library has started spitting immortals and werewolves out through a rift in the Genealogy section, and it’s time for the last two slayers - Clarissa and her ex-husband Kaine - to come out of retirement.  But orchestrating peace with the enemy is a difficult undertaking when you can’t even work out a visitation schedule with the ex and your self-help divorce group is peopled with oddly sexy males of dubious origin.  A heated love triangle with monsters on the side and a middle-aged single mom heroine who’s more than a few years past her prime.  *EXPLICIT SEX, violence, language, adult themes*

Trickster Tales - a compilation of  seven Loki fics that originally appeared on AO3 (most were rewritten to varying degrees for publication).  Includes Mine, The Good Stuff, Civil Disobedience, Smooth Criminal, Lost Souls, No Regrets, and Sugar Skull.  *EXPLICIT SEX and adult themes*

Beautiful Disaster - a short romance in three acts - *adult themes*

*All of the above are available in both paperback and Kindle format

Complete officially published works on my author page at Amazon

[fics-not-tragedies]

In a Week: Chapter 23 🌲

Words: 2151; Warnings: none, unless you want one for drinking alcohol and another one a bit of spicy talk then you have them; Summary: Unspoken emotions and yearning swirling against the backdrop of a stormy night.

Hozier tag list:

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

Tuesday, 8:40pm 

“Fuck, I’m sorry…” he sighed, out of breath, forehead coming to rest against hers, eyes tightly shut, “I’m sorry” he repeated, not having found the strength to let go of her yet. 

His mind contradicted him over and over, needing more, but knowing the danger if he spent a moment longer with his mouth on hers. He moved his nose a half centimeter and it brushed against her forehead. Flo let out a small laugh, something nondescript which made his heart pound illogically. Though he was struggling to keep his breathing under control, the heavenly noise bubbling in her throat brought him back to the room. He shook his head and kept his eyes shut so he didn’t have to face what he just did.

“Look at me” she demanded, though her voice was shakier than she intended.

Andrew couldn’t resist her command and opened his eyes into hers once more, his hands dropping from her to fall by his sides. They were an intense emerald green, wide, searching for something in his perfect face, his anguished features then at last settling on his lips. She tried to process the fact that they’d just been on hers again, how good it had felt, how familiar it was and how she hadn’t wanted it to stop.

This was her cue - she had made herself a compromise, a deal, a promise. 

And Flo didn’t make promises she couldn’t keep.

“Andrew, I want you…” she stated, her lips curling with sheer joy at the relief of admitting it out loud at last.

Andrew stared back at her blankly, eyebrows twisted in confusion, like he either hadn’t heard her or had blacked out entirely. 

“I need you” she added.

Her whole body was trembling with the fear of the unprecedented, but she didn’t waste a second longer wallowing in insecurity, propelled herself forward with her desire, moved onto her tiptoes and brought his face down to hers. Her hands curled into his hair and before he could form a response, she was kissing him back.

It was slow at first, unfamiliar, alien for her to be the initiator and it took a while for Andrew to even react but when he did, he moved his mouth against hers with a fervid determination. He tried to resist it, he really tried, but he didn’t want to try anymore, so fed up of trying that when he allowed himself to give into his desire fully, a loud moan fell from his lips and made her shudder. It was a moan of both relief and astonishment, that only made her more ravenous for him.

Her hands quickly found their way inside his jacket, roaming his chest, trying to push it off him, worried if she slowed down that he would too. His hands found her hips again, digging tightly into her to pull her against his body, needing her closer, needing more than he’d already been blessed with.

It was hungrier, open mouthed and desperate this time, his lips searing her mouth with each movement. His tongue danced with hers effortlessly, his breath hot at the back of her throat as he clutched at her dress, needing it off already. As he undid the top two buttons to expose her chest, Andrew was unable to collect a single thought, form a simple sentence, or find a string of words that could summarize the complexity of how he felt.

Neither of them had noticed the lift doors peeling open, the ding as they arrived at her floor and only pulled away when they were both struggling to breathe, hearts pounding in sync. Flo was completely enthralled by the entranced look he was giving her, truly addicted to the giggle shaking against her mouth as he pecked her lips again, the way his fingers had knotted in her hair. He ran a thumb over her lips, swollen from the intensity of their kiss, so overwhelmed when she sunk into his touch gladly, wide eyes following his every movement. Andrew was failing completely to hold himself together now he had a taste of his Flo like he had.

“Are you sure?” he mumbled, shrugging out of his jacket as she pushed it off properly for him, holding it in one of his fists which he pushed against the bottom of her spine to keep her pressed against him, the knuckles digging into her in a way that only excited her. Like flicking a switch, Flo allowed herself to let go fully, every worry she had pushed to the back of her mind and it felt too good. She nodded for a while, caught in the darkness of his eyes before she managed to reply with a breathless: “Yes.”

Andrew nodded in both relief and disbelief, his whole body exhaling with need for her, the idea of fulfilling every desire and fantasy he had since he’d first laid eyes on her threatening to tear him apart. He smiled widely before pulling her against him for one last quick kiss, one that left her wanting so much more, her entire body trembling, longing for her cravings to be satisfied at last.

Then Andrew pulled Flo out of the lift into a certain promise of oblivion.

Wednesday, 2am

It was clear to her now that she dreamt the ending of their evening. She hoped he would kiss her while they were riding the elevator in silence, her claustrophobia acting up on her again, but he didn’t and it broke her heart somehow, even though she knew it was a really wrong thing to do.

Andrew knew it too and he was struggling, standing close to the opposite wall, weighing the options he had. He could end the evening like he did the first time, simply walking her to the doors of her room, then leaving her with a heartfelt ‘goodnight’. Or he could risk it all, wrap his arms around her, press her close to his chest, feel the warmth of her body mixed with the scent of her perfumes, then smash his lips with her, his beard tickling her face, his kiss leaving her breathless.

He did neither of them, all he did was letting her walk out of the lift when it stopped at the second floor and silently he watched her walk through the carpeted hallway, until the doors didn’t close with a heavy thud and he flew up to his floor.

Flo was laying on her bed now, wide awake, her body wrapped in the sheets like she was a part of renaissance painting.

In the quiet corners of our lives, there are emotions that defy the constraints of language. And she knew that last night was one of those moments, the kind that begs for silence, where words fall short, and you find yourself in the embrace of an indescribable feeling. In those instances, it's almost as if the universe whispers, urging you to let those emotions be, to revel in their entirety.

Picture a scene bathed in the warm hues of sunset, where time seems to pause, allowing them to absorb every detail. The air is filled with a fragrance that words cannot capture, and their heartbeat synchronizes with the rhythm of the moment. Each breath feels like a sacred dance with the universe, and every passing second is a precious gem.

In the midst of this profound experience, there's a reluctance to tarnish its purity with the mundane. The idea of slapping a label on it or dissecting it with an explanation feels trivial, almost sacrilegious. So, they let it linger, untainted and untouched, relishing its unspoken beauty.

Yet, now, in the silent acceptance of these feelings lies a dilemma. How does she deal with the aftermath now?

The rain outside the window intensified, a rhythmic symphony of nature's percussion gradually building to a crescendo. What began as delicate droplets evolved into a torrential downpour, as if the heavens had unleashed a cascade of emotions upon the world. The sky wept unabashedly, each raindrop a tiny storyteller carrying tales of the heavens.

Yet, she remained cocooned within the sanctuary of her hotel room, nestled beneath the soft embrace of her covers. The gentle pitter-patter on the windowpane provided a soothing backdrop, a lullaby that echoed through the walls of her haven. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting warm shadows across the space. The air was permeated with a comforting scent, a blend of vanilla and lavender, creating an atmosphere of tranquility.

Outside, the storm raged on, transforming rain into an impassioned dance. The occasional flash of lightning painted fleeting pictures across the dark canvas of the night, accompanied by the distant rumble of thunder, like a celestial orchestra performing its symphony. The world beyond her window seemed wild and untamed, a testament to the unpredictable beauty of nature.

In contrast, her safe haven for the time being was an oasis of serenity. The sound of the rain against the window created a serene ambiance, a natural melody that serenaded her into a state of relaxation. The warmth beneath the covers enveloped her like a protective shield, warding off the chill that lingered in the air. She closed her eyes, embracing the sensory blanket of the storm outside.

The room became a refuge, a sanctuary where time seemed to stand still. The raindrops continued their dance, now accompanied by the occasional hail, creating a symphony of textures against the window. It was as if the universe had orchestrated this moment just for her - a moment of solace amidst the chaos of the storm.

Wrapped in the cocoon of her own thoughts, Flo allowed herself to drift into a realm of imagination. Lying in bed in her quaint hotel room, she couldn't help but let her mind wander to Andrew.

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting a warm ambiance that played hide-and-seek with the shadows. The rhythmic patter of rain against the window served as a hypnotic backdrop, coaxing her thoughts into a realm where reality and fantasy intertwined.

Images of Andrew's magnetic smile and the way his eyes held a mysterious glint replayed in her mind like scenes from a film. They had shared enough moments together, for her to already be enamored by him. The shared laughter, stolen glances, and the occasional brush of hands had created an unspoken connection, one that lingered in the air like the scent of the pine trees outside.

As Flo closed her eyes, the details of their encounters played out in vivid hues. The memory of Andrew's voice, deep and resonant like the echoes of the forest, resonated in her mind. The palpable sexual tension between them hung in the air, a magnetic force that neither could ignore. It was as if the woods themselves conspired to weave a tale of passion and desire, and Flo found herself drawn into the intoxicating dance.

The rain outside, now accompanied by the distant rumble of thunder, mirrored the storm of emotions swirling within her, each droplet carrying the weight of longing she couldn’t suppress. Her imagination painted vivid scenarios teetering on the edge of fantasy and reality—a secret rendezvous beneath the shelter of ancient trees, where the rain bore silent witness to the magnetic pull between them, each drop a rhythm to their unspoken dance of desire.

In her mind’s eye, the hotel room morphed into a realm of unspoken possibilities. The warm flicker of the lamp bathed the space in a golden haze, its soft glow casting shadows that seemed to whisper of hidden passions. The earthy scent of the storm mingled with the electric charge of anticipation that filled her as she envisioned him there beside her, close enough to touch, the heat of his presence weaving through the air like a physical force. Their chemistry felt alive, a tangible spark waiting to ignite.

As the storm outside grew fiercer, the scene in her mind deepened in its intensity—a stolen kiss that lingered like the first crack of lightning, a murmured confession of feelings too overwhelming to contain, and the unspoken promise that beyond the door lay a moment of surrender to the undeniable connection between them. The raindrops beat against the windowpane, their rhythm matching the heightened tempo of her heart, echoing the shared yearning that had captured her.

Reality blurred with fantasy, each feeding the other in a seamless dance that left her suspended between the two worlds. The storm outside raged on, a tempest of sound and fury, but inside her cocoon of thoughts, she lingered, savoring the intoxicating swirl of emotions he had stirred—a heady mix of excitement, tension, and the delicious ache of the forbidden. Each pulse of thunder, each drop of rain, seemed to draw her closer to the edge of a longing she could no longer deny.

[fics-not-tragedies]

In a Week: Chapter 21 🌲

Words: 2993; Warnings: none, unless you want one for drinking alcohol and another one a bit of spicy talk then you have them; Summary: Another chapter of navigating mutual attraction and banter through flirtation, teasing challenges, and playful tension.

Hozier tag list:

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

Tuesday, 7:20pm

“Do you believe in the existence of angels?”

Andrew pulled back and she lifted her head sleepily from the crook of his neck she nestled her head into, having adjusted to the warmth and the stillness of the way they were wrapped up in each other even though it had been momentary. She blinked at him patiently. Ignoring his conscience, he reached to tuck her hair behind her ear then found his hand drawn to cradle the side of her face, the way her lips parted for him at his touch, an invitation he fought with himself for far too long to turn down.

“I’m looking at one now” he sighed. There was no doubt in her mind that he meant it, his lips curling proudly, the cockiness that came with his compliments unmatchable.

“Andrew…” she muttered, shaking her head though her stomach was flipping at the way his thumb brushed over her cheekbone. He was obsessed with touching her like this, holding her up to the light like a prized possession, not that he owned her, though he wanted to, and admiring her natural beauty. She was barely wearing any makeup now, had taken most of it off after their swim, but the evening sun helped him pick up the traces of glitter that had settled into the pores on her cheeks, the natural contours of her eyelids and a smudge of mascara under her left eye. Her long lashes lifted and she looked at him so deeply that he let out a loud sigh. Andrew cleared his throat awkwardly and let go of her face, scared.

“I don’t know, love” he drawled, his voice quieter than he thought it was, “they’re quite a religious piece, but, em, if I did believe in them, I’d ask them to look after, em, the important people in my life. And you.”

“I don’t need looking after,” she told him.

“Don’t you? So I don’t need to worry about you when we, em…”

“I can look after myself” she repeated, though he already knew it was true. His impossible mind sent him more puzzles to solve. He tried to work out what it would be like to take care of her when she was sick or had had a bad day or when she really needed him to distract her from everything - but the idea of never knowing was too frustrating.

“But who will shower you with compliments after I’m back home?”

Flo laughed deeply and Andrew crushed his cigarette in the ashtray at last.

“Well I’d have to find someone new, Andrew.”

He smiled.

“Do you believe in them?”

“Yeah, I like to think angels exist…” she said confidently, “So, yeah.”

She stared at him for a while, her hand coming down to his wrist to touch the skin there just wanting a reaction from him, a moment of weakness she instantly cursed herself for. She bit her lip, then stood from the bench, smoothing her dress down and holding her hand out for Andrew to stand too. 

“Come on…” she said as his fingers locked with hers, “let’s go and do something else” she pulled him up, but as soon as he was standing let go of his hand for fear she wouldn’t want to if she held on any longer. She turned on her heel, blocking his face from her vision and started to move inside.

“Wait…” Andrew called, waiting for her to halt, “What about love at first sight?” 

Flo could already sense his wicked grin from behind her, so when she turned to look at him it didn’t surprise her. She rolled her eyes at the suggestive way he was wiggling his eyebrows.

“No.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, pushing his hair back, his tongue flicking against his lip, “I think you’re lying.”

“Andrew, you can’t possibly know if you like someone just based on how they look” she swallowed. His face remained unchanged, unimpressed by her answer but he shifted slightly closer to her. His closeness was enough to startle her again, make her lose her focus for a second but she carried on regardless,“You don’t just see someone and know that you’re supposed to be with them. It’s not like heart eyes emoji in real life.” 

If she’d have had five seconds more, she would have been able to guess his answer, the irritation at their tension preempted.

“That’s what you gave me…” he chuckled, teasingly. Flo turned away in frustration but Andrew wouldn’t let her get away, pulling her back to him with his strong arms and locking her there as he continued to drawl idiotically, “When you saw me across a crowded room, your heart skipped a beat and you were like, ‘fuck me, that’s my man, he’s the one for me’…”

“Shut up.”

“And you wanted to be with me all week, you can’t get enough of me…” he added, his hands now moving to her waist to tease her, tickling her sides slightly and he enjoyed the way she squirmed, the twisted smile she was straining to hide as she held onto his arms to try and stop him.

“Do you believe in it then?” she asked when he finally stopped and held her still, flipping the question back to him, ignoring the way he spoke, the way he was touching her because it was making her confidence crumble.

“Yes, why not? I’m a hopeless romantic, love” 

She looked at her hands where they were resting on the sleeves of his jacket, took note of the way his hand bunched her dress a little at her waist and wondered why the universe was teasing her like this, giving her this man that she couldn’t keep.

“Because it’s illogical” she muttered, too scared to look up.

“Em, love is illogical, Flo.” 

She lifted her head at last. Their gazes locked for a mere second and Flo shivered, the breeze that swept through them then a convenient way for her to cover up the real reason behind the sudden movement.

Tuesday, 7:30pm

“So…” she sighed, as she turned back to him, running her hands through her hair and forcing a smile.

“So…” he hummed back, his little giggle making her step back instinctively in defense. 

“What’s the plan now then?” she asked, curious to see if he had one already.

After a moment of consideration, Andrew stepped close to her, his lips inches away from hers. He was once again enthralled by the way she smelled, by how her eyelashes curled as she batted them in his direction, the naturally rosy glow of her cheeks. He wanted to touch her again, but her gaze was too searing and he only had an inch of self control left and several days to go. Her bare legs backed against his dressing table with nowhere to go and he lowered his voice as he spoke.

“We’re getting drunk, Flo, love…” he announced, eyes twinkling with excitement and promise. His hand closed around her wrist despite the way he just reasoned with himself. Her skin was so smooth and soft, her shoulders inviting him to kiss them and he swallowed dryly, raking his hair back with his free hand just to give him something to do, the want he had to grab her hip and push against her, truly killing him.

“Again?” she questioned, her voice squeaky, rasping.

“Again,” he nodded, licking his lips.

They stared into each other a second longer, then he pulled her towards the door, needing to escape before it was too late.

Fuck. She wasn’t going to make it.

Fuck. He wasn’t going to make it.

Tuesday, 7:45pm

Though they both managed to make their way down to the lobby without their need spilling over uncontrollably, they stayed close to each other the entire way down. Flo had suggested they take the stairs just to avoid the way the lift stifled her and Andrew was happy to oblige without question. 

As Andrew and Flo entered the bar together, she felt the tension seeping out of her, the familiarity of his touch and the way he smiled at everyone he passed, setting her worries to the back of her mind, at least for now. Though the few guests in the restaurant were mostly finishing up with their lunch, it was deadly quiet, the bar abandoned. It wasn’t even eight o’clock yet and Flo wondered what Andrew’s plans were - if he wanted a table, if he was going to order drinks and take them elsewhere, if he was hungry too.

Her questions were half answered when he steered her straight to the bar, squeezing her hand. Giving the bartender a wide grin, and a deep good evening as a greeting, he let go of her hand to pluck a cocktail menu and handed it to her with dramatic flair. She took it from his hands and he nodded at her to pick something, admiring her whilst she was preoccupied.

Her ebony hair swung around her shoulders as Flo meticulously read every item on the menu, the names of each drink wobbling on her lips as she muttered them to herself. She pressed herself forward, one elbow on the bar as she read. Andrew took time to appreciate the tidy application of her lipstick and the delicate way her dress hung around her body. Her presence never failed to excite him, eliciting some deep joy and sense of adventure. She transported him somewhere completely new each time he looked at her from a different angle. They could’ve been at a tiki-bar in Hawaii if he could just place a plumeria flower in her hair, one that complimented the natural flushed shade of her cheeks or strolling around the Louvre on a sticky Parisian day, high on the way she giggled at the naked statues.

“What do you fancy?” he mumbled, snapping himself out of his daydreams, “Except for me, of course?”

He winked at her and she rolled her eyes, turning instead to the bartender who was paying so much attention to Flo that Andrew almost grabbed her waist and pulled her to his side in possessiveness.

“I’d like one Sex on the Beach…” she hummed, Andrew’s deep chuckle from beside her and the slight opening of his mouth as if he were about to offer a flirtatious comment enough to keep her speaking, “…and two Orgasms, please.”

“Coming right up” the young man replied, fetching three glasses to begin preparing her three elegant cocktails. Flo watched the man work for a while, shifting around the bar like a synchronized dance routine, fascinated by the way he filled and poured, crushed and decorated her glass.

“They don’t have happy hours, but, em, you’re going into three now?” Andrew mumbled after a minute, turning to face her profile with one elbow resting on the bar, unhappy with the lack of attention he was receiving.

“Well, we have to keep the alcohol flowing” she whispered, turning her back to face him in a way that made him feel dizzy, her body facing him again. 

She batted her long lashes at him and Andrew screwed his nose up at her teasing. He was about to open his mouth in a counter argument, when the drinks were placed in front of her. Flo’s eyes widened in silent delight and she lifted one glass to her lips, the cocoa flavor hitting her tongue in a way that made her nod enthusiastically in appreciation towards the person who’d created it for her.

“And you, Sir?” the man asked, turning his gaze to Andrew now Flo was satisfied.

“A Manhattan” he replied, his gaze not leaving Flo’s for more than a half second, studying the way she swallowed the sweet liquid, “with your finest whisky please.”

Then man nodded and carried on with his work, leaving Andrew facing Flo again, tasked with fighting her smirk, one he could have sworn she’d learned from him.

“Oh, come on” he chuckled, “you, can’t still be mad at me…”

She didn’t reply.

“Babe?”

“Just made a bet with myself that you’d call me if I didn’t reply in three seconds” she replied triumphantly, washing her sentence down with a sip from the other glass, though her cheeks were now burning.

“You're unbelievable.” 

Andrew shook his head, the smile on her face making his heart leap.

“No,” she grinned, drinking again, “you’re just predictable.”

“Is that so?”

“It is so.”

“What am I thinking right now, then?” he asked.

“Probably something you shouldn’t be thinking” she nodded confidently without missing a beat, keeping up her quick wit just to rival him. 

The bartender waited patiently as Andrew reached for his wallet and counted the cash, telling the man to keep the change, his gaze locked so strongly on Flo that she could tell he wasn’t done with her just yet. He raised his eyebrow in expectation, sipping from the glass that had just been put before him.

“Elaborate” Andrew chuckled as he placed the glass back down on the bar, stretching his jaw in curiosity, “what shouldn’t I be thinking about?”

“I won’t answer that in public” she mumbled back, placing her own glass down with the same vivacity. She noted how much she already had from her glasses, but had no intention of slowing down now, the delicious buzz in her mouth making her feel more equipped to deal with Andrew than she’d been all day.

“Why not?” 

“Because you wouldn’t be able to handle me telling you.”

“I can handle anything you wanna give me…” he drawled.

He took a step forward, enjoying the way she flinched back slightly but had a feeling she hadn’t wanted him to see it. The heat radiating from her body was drawing him in and his hand found her hip momentarily before he found it in himself to drag it away.

“Is that a challenge?” she purred. 

Flo took her own step forward, inviting, almost begging him to touch her again, very aware of what she was doing to him just by the way his eyes wandered. It satisfied her more than she cared to admit. But Andrew knew it was a trap, knew the way her hips swayed as she minimized the space between them was a test and as much as he ached, physically ached to put his hands on her and make her body shudder in a way that would crown him ultimately victorious, he also knew doing just that would be a dramatic loss for him, that she’d only win from his weakness instead.

“D’you like to be challenged, love?” 

Flo shook her head and licked her lips to moisten them, hooked on the way he was drinking her in, preparing a swift answer to counter him with.

“So, you think you can challenge me?” she asked, blinking at him suggestively.

Andrew chuckled to cover up how flustered he felt by the to and fro of their conversation, the way she always toppled his advances prompting him to step up his game. His knuckles were turning white with the way his fist was tightly clenched, holding back from reaching out for her and he thirstily downed half of his drink with his free hand to somewhat drown out the dirty thoughts he had just been hit with, the idea of challenging her now burning in his mind. Flo watched as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, his neck accentuated when he scratched at it gingerly. He managed to compose himself at last.

“I’ve been challenging you for two days already” he drawled, highly enthralled by the way she looked back at him, not having expected such a smooth response, “not going to stop now.”

Flo nodded slowly as she mulled over his words, the truth in them startling her. She carefully considered all the ways that he had indeed challenged her this weekend - made her do things she’d have never even dreamt of before now and she questioned whether it was all him, whether the simple glittering in his eyes made her act outside of her usual rationale or whether it was the combination of them together, Flo and Andy, Andy and Flo, that had sparked such a fearless recklessness inside her.

But she also couldn’t shake the way he had her reeling for him as soon as she’d seen him, drunk on his chiseled features and the vibrance of his personality even before she knew him, before she had even worked out who he was. And the way he continually challenged her body with the simple movements of his, his languid gesturing, the fight her heart and her head had each time he rolled her name off his lips, the need she felt whenever his calloused fingertips brushed over her skin. 

Andrew could see she was lost in another moment of reflectiveness, eyes glossing over, the deep blush of her cheeks never unnoticed by him and he found it both eternally endearing and a little worrying as he usually did each time she drifted away from the moment she was in. Flo barely noticed when Andrew dropped his cocky act and took her arm to lead her away from the bar, looking for a table, holding her chair out for her, forcing her to sit. He sauntered back over to the bar to grab their drinks and placed them on the table just in time for her to rejoin the room, blinking to adjust.

“Good” she said, leaning over the table to press her hand to the naked part of his chest, where quite an excessive amount of buttons on his shirt was undone. Flo could feel how he tensed under his touch, his muddy eyes flicking between her hand and her face, “because I’m gonna keep challenging you too.”

“Oh, Flo…” he breathed out, his long fingers lingering around her wrist.

“There’s nothing better than a little challenge, Andrew.”

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In a Week: Chapter 22 🌲

Words: 2648; Warnings: none, unless you want one for drinking alcohol and another one a bit of spicy talk then you have them; Summary: An intoxicating mix of desire, playfulness, and escalating tension.

Hozier tag list:

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

Tuesday, 8pm

Flo sipped on her drink quietly for a while, the silence comfortable as she switched between glasses to prompt a feeling of tipsiness she was chasing after. Her mind was half lust now, half sadness and she needed distraction from both. The wash of alcohol in her throat seemed the only logical answer.

Every now and then she’d meet Andrew’s eyes or better yet, catch him observing something in the room with inquisitive excitement and it’d push her further towards the idea of letting go. Their brief moment of effortless flirtation had made her heart race again, everything else but his deep scent and the burn of his touch on her hip fading away. So she kept drinking to stifle how pathetically desperate she felt, finding the way she was almost ready to beg for him to take her.

“Were you a horse girl?” Andrew asked, snapping her attention back to his suddenly.

“What does that mean?” she laughed, feigning insult as she clutched her chest, though intrigued by how his mind was working.

“Somehow you look like, em, you were fascinated by horses at some point of your life…” he laughed, “I don’t know, maybe it’s in your hair?”

“My hair? What’s so horse-y about my hair?” she laughed back, “Are you implying I have a mane, Andrew?”

“Oh, no, no, I just…” he shook his head, now worried he had actually offended her.

“I’m just joking” she watched her assurance soothe him then nodded quickly in confirmation, picking up and finishing the contents of her Sex on the Beach, “I wanted one, but I never had one.”

“So you never had a ride?” he winked, licking along his lip, unable to resist.

“Not for a while” she sighed back quickly, the fire to fight him with her own suggestiveness building again. She raised her eyebrow and watched him prepare himself as he shifted forward in his seat, “not a good one anyway.” 

Andrew swallowed hard, chuckling at the way they could never resist playing their little games with each other. Her lips were pouty as she smiled at him confidently and he found himself amused by the lipstick mark on her second almost drained glass, making a note to try and work it into a lyric somehow in the future.

“Em, tell me something you’ve never told me about…” he drawled, finishing his drink prematurely, the rich taste of liquor in his mouth only increasing his curiosity about her.

“Oh there’s so many things you don’t know about me” she told him, leaning forward on her palm.

“Give me a couple then.”

“I’m afraid of jellyfish…” she announced.

“Really?” he laughed, his nose wrinkling as she continued to speak.

“I can sleep anywhere. Used to take gymnastics as a kid.”

“Flexible” he noted in a way that only made her speak quicker to ignore his comment.

“Love Vietnamese food and I’m pretty good at making it.”

He nodded, licking his lips, taken off guard by her next question.

“Your turn…”

“I don’t know what to tell you, love” he mumbled, scratching underneath his jaw with his index finger, “em… there’s nothing really that interesting.”

“How rich are you?” she spat in response, giggling immediately afterwards at the audacity of her question. 

Andrew’s eyes widened, thankful he didn’t have his mouthful.

“How rich am I?” he repeated back at her, raising his eyebrows. 

Her question didn’t really shock him, she was always straightforward when possessed with an idea or something she needed the answer to, but he wasn’t sure how to approach it. “Well, em, the Internet says I’m worth $6 million.” 

“Is that true?” she replied, eyes wide as she finished her second cocktail.

“I don’t know, is it?” he smirked.

Flo rolled her eyes at how difficult he was being. Andrew leant back in his chair with a deep chuckle, staring at their empty glasses. She caught onto his eye line, the lack of drink in front of them when they were both secretly trying to make each other cave seriously alarming. He was already feeling a little light headed from his one overly expensive drink, the pressure of the day and the beauty sitting opposite him leaving him with a thirst he needed to quench just to feel a sense of balance. She was about to open her mouth to push him further on the previous conversation, wanting him to share more of himself with her, but Andrew was already speaking again in an attempt to steer the conversation elsewhere.

“What now?” he asked, his eyes grazing over Flo’s impatient face. 

“Tequila shots” she replied without falter or hesitation, as if it were foolish of him to even ask.

Andrew pulled a face of disgust and discontent at the idea, shaking his head.

“I don’t usually-”

“I don’t usually do any of the things we’ve done this weekend” she replied, cutting him off so that he couldn’t argue with her then began counting on her fingers: “Karaoke. Skinny dipping. Running away from wild boars. Tree climbing. Smoking. Jacuzzi…” 

Flo stopped herself from talking though the list was endless, too eager for more, to lose her inhibitions fully, to let her mask of complete control slip so that she could let him in again. She cleared her throat dramatically, reached into her bag for her card then stood from the table, pointing one finger at him.

“Mister Andrew Hozier Byrne, you’re doing tequila shots with me.”

He opened his mouth in protest but his lips curled upwards instead, the need to fulfill her every wish prevailing.

“Are you sure you can handle, em, all of those mixed alcohol consumption, love?”

“We’ll see” she mumbled, already on her way to the bar.

Tuesday, 8:15pm

Unable to keep her eyes from tracing the outline of her body, Andrew adjusted his chair slightly and watched her draping herself over the bar as she ordered more drinks, watched her laughing, watched her charisma exude as she flirted back and forth with the bartender. He shook the ridiculous feeling of jealousy from his mind and tried instead not to lose control each time her ass wiggled, her hips shook, the way she dragged out each movement as she pointed at various bottles was so addictive. Part of him knew she was putting on act for him and he knew he was playing right into her hands by being so attentive to it, but he couldn’t resist, the bite on his lip hard when she looked back over her shoulder and caught him staring at her, half of her plump lips turned up in satisfaction. 

When she returned moments later, the bartender followed her over with a tray. She sat down, still wearing a satisfied grin at the way Andrew was watching her.

“Of fuck…” he breathed as the bartender placed three shots in front of them both then nodded to the man before he could walk away.

Flo watched him staring at each of the tiny glasses for a moment, a laugh breaking through her at his serious expression.

“Are they all the same?” he asked, looking up at her briefly.

Flo shook her head and pointed to each in turn as she spoke.

“Vodka. Sambuca. Tequila.”

“Bloody hell, love…” he breathed again, shaking his head at her in bewilderment.

“I know… it’s a bad idea.”

“It’s a very bad idea…” he confirmed.

“Vodka first?” she giggled.

“Alright” he nodded, carefully taking his glass between his index finger and thumb, shakily narrowing his eyes at the clear liquid. She lifted her own glass and brought it to his with a minute ringing sound.

“To you” she decided grandly, wetting her lips in preparation.

“To me?” he mumbled back, locking her gaze.

“Yeah - for everything you’ve done so far for me” she continued sincerely, “I’ve had the best two days with you, Andy, and the week hasn’t ended yet.”

“Awww, Flo…” he cooed, his smile wide and unparalleled by any other in the room, “It was a pleasure.”

They both nodded in silent confirmation then brought the glasses to their lips, tipping the contents back and wincing instantly.

“Lemon?” he groaned, his eyes fluttering in shock as he tried to open his mouth to speak properly. He shook out the aftershock of the strong spirit.

“Yep” she gasped, bringing the empty glass back down with a thud, prompting him to do the same.

Flo clearly didn’t need as much time to recover, she was already picking up the next glass and Andrew quickly scrambled to do the same, not wanting her to leave him behind.

“This one’s for you then,” he drawled quickly, nodding towards her, “For being, em, so delightful. And for putting up with my shite personality.”

“Andrew-” she laughed.

“And for being an absolute stunner” he added, lips pouty as he rested the glass against them. 

Flo giggled back timidly, trying not to read too much into his words then quickly brought the glass to her own lips.

“Bleughhh…” he shuddered as soon as he’d swallowed the aniseed flavoured liqueur, Flo’s laugh struggling to make its way out as she made a similar noise, face screwing up, “That was fucking terrible.”

She nodded, eyebrows raised dramatically then blinked herself back to the room to grab the last one. 

“Tequila” she sang off-key, mocking the famous tune. Andrew laughed then rested his glass against hers for a moment, “Who’s this for then?” she asked.

“Us” he told her convincingly, his accent thick as he allowed himself to get lost in the green of her eyes, “Flo and Andy, Andy and Flo…”

Flo’s breath hitched in her throat. He was looking at her with so much warmth, so intent to what she needed to hear without ever having to ask for it. She wasn’t ready for that to be over. And now that she allowed herself a moment to stop repressing her feelings, she couldn’t stand the thought of never knowing what he looked like in the morning, of never finding out how he’d react to her touches when they were less than innocent, of never knowing what he kissed like when he didn’t have to hold back. But most of all, she wasn’t ready to be Flo without Andy, and had grown so accustomed to both him and the person he prompted her to be. She didn’t want it all to fade, didn’t want Flo and Andy, Andy and Flo to be in the past.

“To us” she mumbled, her throat dry.

“To us” he repeated back.

With one last look of lust and frustration and everything they couldn’t say - they threw their drinks back with a synchronized flair each reeling from the strength of the tequila.

Flo managed to swallow the burning liquid, but her legs were like jelly, hands flat on the table to steady herself. Her head was dizzied from the things she was feeling and struggling to process along with the alcohol working its way into her bloodstream. Andrew smacked his lips together as he shook the tequila from his system. 

“Andrew, love?” she purred with an excitable grin, only stopping when she saw his confused expression, “What?” she shrugged, “You call me love all the time so I think it’s only fair…”

He nodded, laughing at her ridiculousness. 

Tuesday, 8:30pm 

Her breath caught in her throat, scared to so much as breathe as they stepped inside, acting as orderly as she could muster. Her head felt light as she tried to focus on anything but Andrew. He was leant against the wall opposite her, watching her intently, could sense the way she was holding herself and didn’t like it. Her entire body was rigid and tense, her shoulders locked, gaze pinned to the floor as soon as he tried to meet it.

Andrew let out a shaky breath, running his hands through his hair, his nose wrinkling as he shut out thoughts of having Flo in the way he wanted. With the most subtle movement he could, he pressed the button for her floor, watched it light up with a yellow glow and watched the doors close. As soon as the doors were closed Flo felt the claustrophobia creeping up on her. The silence was thick and unbearable. They both recalled how close they were again. So close. They were so close so many times.

Andrew couldn’t stand the nothingness now, the complete contrast, the vast opportunity for so much to be said and done that was being repulsively wasted by their wary reluctance to cave for the things they knew they both wanted. He stared at the paneled wall above her head, his feet, the ceiling and then he found her face again, drawn to her features like a magnet.

“Flo…” he sighed. She didn’t grace him with a look, kept her eyes anywhere but his face as she processed the shock deep in her bones that she was losing control. They sailed the floors slowly, time dragging out the inevitable.

Then, letting go of the remainder of his own control, Andrew strode forward, finally closing the gap between them, her body backing against the wall of the lift. His hands found her face again without apology, the curve of her jaw slotting perfectly into his palm and though she couldn’t bring herself to look at him for fear she’d combust under his warm gaze, she leant into it like it was natural, unable to fight herself. Her own hands were pressing against his warm abdomen and though she couldn’t actually remember reaching out to touch him, his shirt was now bunched up in her grip. She bit her lip hard as she stared at her hands, the concentration it took not to fall forward into him making her feel dizzy. He was dangerously close to her now and she shook her head at the impossibility of the situation, trying to ignore the way his cologne surrounded her, the inebriating warmth of his body, the way he was cradling her face between his hands.

“Flo…” he purred repetitively.

She lifted her eyes quickly to his, the comforting muddy green she found there melting her entirely and she had just about managed to catch her breath before Andrew’s lips were on hers, stealing away her every thought with the way he moved them.

Her whole body hummed instantly with electricity, caught off guard, on edge, her head telling her how wrong it was but a second later she was sighing with relief, her body curving into his and she couldn’t fight it. His lips were chapped but warm and he worked them over hers like he dreamt of it and had had practice. It had barely begun and already it was better than she allowed herself to imagine it, the images she formed over and over in her head every time he came too close or made her feel the same level of ecstasy she was now sailing in nothing compared to the way he was taking care of her every need right now.

His hands slipped down to the sides of her neck to keep her close, instantly needing more from her, willing to give it all in return if she’d let him and her head rapped against the wall as he stepped further into her. Her lips tasted sweet, like champagne bubbles and decadence and he allowed himself as much as he could possibly get, so lost in her, already aware of the moment slipping away beneath his finger tips.

Then he suddenly remembered who he was, who she was, what he was doing - and flinched away abruptly, his lips leaving hers painfully, slightly hung open in shock. His hands trembled a little at the sides of her neck, his eyebrows creasing as he pulled away with a look of genuine hurt, terrified he’d made a mistake again.

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Andrew Hozier-Byrne MASTERLIST

💦 smut | 🌻 fluff | 🔪 stab-in-the-back-angst | 💧 cry-baby-angst | 🩸 bloody-hell  | 👌🏻 personal favorite | 👏🏻 readers favorite | 📚 series | 📕 parted fic | 📛 trigger warning | ❗ AU | ✔ finished |  ✖ put on hold | ➡ ongoing |

everything that’s crossed out hasn’t been written yet;

everything that isn’t crossed out, but does not include a link to the mentioned part/chapter, was not posted yet;

PARTED SERIES:

➺ One Day in December  📕 🌼💧💦👏🏻  ✔

They reunite annually at the Christmas celebration, and as each passing year brings them closer, Andrew and Bianca discover a deepening connection. Despite facing heartbreak, they come to the realization that their love for each other has grown deeper.

one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten - epilogue

CHAPTERED SERIES:

➺ In a Week  📚 🌼💧💦👏🏻 ✖

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.

masterpost

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In a week - Masterpost

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Pairing: Andrew (Hozier) x Clara (OFC)

Summary: Spending a drunk night of sweet sin together, fate reunites Clara and Andrew unexpectedly. The situation they find themselves in couldn't be more awkward, but soon they realise they have more in common than they could ever have anticipated.

Prologue 🔥

Chapter 1 🌈

Chapter 2 🌈

Chapter 3 🌈

Chapter 4 🌈

Chapter 5 🔥

Chapter 6 🌈

(completed)

[daydreaming-in-letters]

In a week

Chapter 5

07/26/2022

Pairing: Andrew (Hozier) x Clara (OFC)

Word Count: 4,316

Warnings: rpf, au, language, poor try at using Irish slang words, angst, talk about infidelity, lots of feelings, fingering, unprotected sex, fluff

Summary: It's the last night at the beach house and both Clara and Andrew are very reluctant to let go of each other.

A/N: Obviously the poem Andrew recites is not my own. The rest is. Apart from a few hints and nods to Hozier's lyrics that I sneaked into every chapter of this story.

Picture by Klemen Vrankar via Unsplash (cropped and text added)

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Hozier - Shrike

Bare feet silently ascended the stairs, growing heavier with every step she took. Clara had felt it all day, the bittersweet gloom of their nearing goodbye hanging above her like an inky cloud. He must have felt it too, at least that was the only way she could explain to herself what had happened in the pool earlier. Absentmindedly her fingers drifted over her lips, recalling the urgency in his kiss, the taste of his tongue as it had met hers, and she shivered. 

It was likely this would not happen again. Andrew didn’t want a relationship, he had made that very clear the other night. And yet he had refused to let go, his arm wrapped around her middle so tightly that she could still feel it, holding her safe, claiming her. Or probably just the usual reluctance of letting go of what he had gotten used to over the last week. Clara had simply become a regularity to him, a habit, nothing more. 

A tiny chuckle escaped her throat and echoed from the high walls of the staircase when she remembered the way he had looked in the pool this morning. Fully dressed, soaked to the bone, his wet hair sticking to his face like reaped kelp, he had resembled a freshly baptised Jesus more than she would ever admit to that fucker Chad. But it had been his eyes that had almost killed her, dark green pools filled with a terror she had never seen in anyone’s eyes before, at least not on her behalf. He had actually feared for her life, surely that had to mean something, didn’t it?

She pushed that thought aside as soon as his familiar form came into view. Sprawled out on the extravagant lounging area that could easily fit ten people, even someone as tall as him looked tiny. A book in hand, he lay on his back, facing the massive skylight that would have allowed him to gaze up at the myriads of sparkling stars above him, but whatever world the words on the darkened paper created seemed far more interesting than all the beauty that surrounded him. 

“Hey,” she greeted softly, afraid she might startle him.

“Hi, love.”

For a moment that seemed endless to her, he just kept on reading and Clara was already thinking about leaving him to his diversion, when he slowly set the book aside after all and granted her his full attention. Awkwardly she stood at the head of the stairs, her fingers fiddling with the light fabric of her summer dress. 

“Finished packing already?”

A nod was all she could muster as all the words she had wanted to say to him were bubbling up inside her at once, clogging her throat very effectively.

“Would you like to join me then?”

She felt herself nod again, still mute as a maggot, but at least her feet seemed to have decided to obey her and carried her over to him. With every step she took towards him, the sweetest of smiles grew on his lips as he rolled over onto his side, his head propped up on his hand. Clara mimicked his posture, her hands reaching for the volume cased in pink fabric that lay between them, eager to find out what he had been so absorbed in. She twisted and turned the book in her hand, but neither the cover nor the back held any information on the title or author.

“It’s the book that would have been yours for the week if we hadn’t—”

He stopped himself before he could finish that thought, his smile dying away instantly when he realised what he had done. 

“Will you read to me?”

He stared at the book she held out to him as if he had never seen one in his life, but as soon as he took it from her, his fingers grazing hers for a moment so short she might have just as well imagined it, the soft smile gradually returned to his pink lips.

“With pleasure.”

It took him a while to settle on a poem, time Clara used to get a little more comfortable. Resting her head on one of the many cushions, she watched him flicking through the pages, his long fingers working frantically until the veins on his forearms seemed to pop out even more than they usually did. Clara felt the strong urge to withdraw the book from his hands just so they would still and she could run her fingers along those tempting blood vessels, maybe even trace them with her lips and tongue for a while, or use her teeth to pull the obligatory hair tie he always carried from his delicate wrist. 

“Ah, here it is,” he cut the thread of her indecent thoughts, “It’s among his more popular ones, I guess, but I find it very fitting.

Blackberry-Picking Late August, given heavy rain and sun For a full week, the blackberries would ripen. At first, just one, a glossy purple clot Among others, red, green, hard as a knot. You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet Like thickened wine: summer's blood was in it Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for Picking. Then red ones inked up and that hunger Sent us out with milk cans, pea tins, jam-pots Where briars scratched and wet grass bleached our boots. Round hayfields, cornfields and potato-drills We trekked and picked until the cans were full, Until the tinkling bottom had been covered With green ones, and on top big dark blobs burned Like a plate of eyes. Our hands were peppered With thorn pricks, our palms sticky as Bluebeard’s.”

There was something utterly magic about Andrew reading a poem. The way his lips moved, pointedly, ardent on accentuating the lush imagery, gently breathing life to the words as they sat amidst his beard that had grown so wonderfully thick in the time they had spent together. A sea of dark ginger, crowned with a hint of grey here and there. The warm light of the dimmed lamps overhead only added to the play of colours, in his beard, his hair, on his skin. She could be wrong, but it seemed his once pale skin now held a faint tan and one certainly couldn’t deny the powdery rose that had returned to his cheeks. 

She tried so hard not to stare, to focus on his words instead, but every time she thought she had finally managed to shift her focus, his fingers flew up to his face again, taking her attention with them. It seemed to be a habit of his, to touch his face constantly while he was reading, his digits mostly pressing to his temple. Sometimes his pinky would glide along the sensitive spot, his other fingers pointing awkwardly to the sky like gnarled twigs. Or he rubbed along his temple with his thumbnail, pulling it all the way down to his cheekbone, drawing her eyes to the groundless abyss of green that awaited close by and was so exquisitely lined by his impossibly long lashes. Every now and then, his fingers would find his hair instead, vanishing in between the messy brown curls to pull them away from his face or tug them behind his ear. A seemingly impossible task which Clara would have all too much liked to do for him. 

“We hoarded the fresh berries in the byre. But when the bath was filled we found a fur, A rat-grey fungus, glutting on our cache. The juice was stinking too. Once off the bush The fruit fermented, the sweet flesh would turn sour. I always felt like crying. It wasn't fair That all the lovely canfuls smelt of rot. Each year I hoped they'd keep, knew they would not.”

Along with his voice, the spell his words had cast died away, slowly giving way to the painful truth they held and that Andrew had so graciously veiled from her with this tender delivery.

He was watching her, the weight of the expectation his eyes held almost too much to bear. If only she knew what exactly he was waiting for. But that would mean she was able to figure out why he had decided to read this specific poem to her. He had said that he found it fitting. Fitting what, or whom? Had it reminded him of Chad and her, or Catherine and him? Or was he hinting at the way he felt about her? That he thought whatever it was that had grown between them was something to be enjoyed in the moment and would inevitably rot with time?

Her heart turning into lead, tears were rising inside of her, slowly but inevitably. Those salty traitors. And before they could flow and in turn ruin their last night together, she hurried to reach for the switch and kill the lights. 

“Thank you,” she whispered as she lay back down beside him, a little closer than before, her head now turned to the twinkling dots that covered the night sky. She feared he might protest and scold her for her rude behaviour, but he did nothing of the sort. Instead, he rolled onto his back as well so they could watch the stars in silence together. And although nobody moved, she could feel him next to her. The length of his arm against her own, radiating a comforting heat that seeped into her skin, the back of his hand resting against hers, careful fingers slowly drifting between her own, almost imperceptibly and Clara didn’t even realise what was happening until they were tightly woven together. 

“Can I tell you something?”

His question seemed pretty harmless in itself, but Clara was more than afraid what revelation her consent might lead to in the end. Nevertheless she heard herself answer in the affirmative.

“There is this one thing about that night in March that just keeps coming back to me over and over again.”

“And whatever might that be?”

The fact that he hesitated before elaborating on a topic that he himself had brought up didn’t exactly do anything for Clara’s nerves.

“You know, during that godawful dinner back at the convention, I just couldn’t make sense of it all, of who you were, to be precise. You seemed so different to me, so controlled, taking the humiliation as if it meant nothing to you. I almost convinced myself that you must be an entirely different person than the one I had met that night. It just didn’t add up and I couldn’t stop asking myself what had happened to the fierce amazon who had claimed me with her kiss in the street outside a pub and demanded I’d pleasure her right there and then.”

Clara thought about her answer for a moment.

“Oh, she was there all right. But I always kept her on a tight leash whenever Chad was around.”

There was no need to look at him to know her words had made him smile. 

“I’m honoured you allowed me a glimpse of her then.”

“It’s just…” She wasn’t sure whether to go on, but then his fingers moved within hers, giving her all the assurance she needed. “You make me feel so safe. Safe to think. Safe to feel. Safe to speak my mind and express my desires. Just safe.” 

Clara rolled over, covering half his body with her own, her head bedded on his chest. Andrew couldn’t help himself. Maybe it was the magic of the moment, or the overwhelming feeling of the silent reciprocity that connected them, whatever it was, he needed to secure her touch, the soothing weight of her body upon his, and so his fingers cupped her cheek, his lips pressing the softest of kisses to her fragrant hair.

“Did you know about the affair the night we met?” It wouldn’t really make a difference what her answer to that was because ultimately it had brought them here, and to him that was all that mattered.

“I did. In fact, I had just found out about it that day. But until the convention I had no idea it was Catherine he was sleeping with.”

Andrew hummed, his thumb tenderly gliding along her velvety skin. “Same here.”

“Why did you take her back?”

Clara could feel him shrug underneath her.

“Hope, I guess. And the fear that whatever was waiting for me at the end of that relationship would be even worse than forgiving her and staying. And you?”

She sighed, hugging him a little tighter and he felt guilty for asking.

“I think in all those years I had been with Chad, I became really good at pretending. Pretending he didn’t degrade me because it satisfied him but because he cared and wanted me to do better, pretending he didn’t act strange or that it was normal to work nightshift after nightshift at the hospital, pretending he truly loved me and not the advantages our relationship brought him with his career. And after a while, I became so good at it that the lines between my actual life and the life I imagined blurred completely. So thoroughly that I began to fool myself someday and believed that this was exactly the life I wanted. You know, sometimes I think I was like a bird that flew into its cage willingly. I was fine with it most of the time, glad for the false security it provided, but there were still moments I remembered what it was like to fly.”

“What held you back?”

“Fear, I think. After all this time, I had become afraid of the world that awaited outside the safety of my cage.”

He had feared as much, but now that the words had been uttered, his suspicion confirmed, rage bubbled up inside of him. He had to tighten his grip and pull her closer to keep it at bay. Chad, that bleedin’ shitehawk. Of all the things he had done, this was probably what Andrew hated him most for. 

“We really should have known better about the two of them from the very beginning,” he mumbled more to himself than to her.

“Huh?”

“I mean, Chad, that name already sounds like a villain and Catherine isn’t much better either.”

“What’s wrong with Catherine? I had a friend in preschool called Catherine and she was the sweetest thing.”

“Come on. Really?” Andrew cleared his throat before he croaked in flawless Vincent Price manner, “Catherine.”

Clara had never needed to force down a laugh so hard and it seemed like a miracle that she managed to stay serious as she propped herself up on one elbow to look down at him.

“Oh, you can do every name in a voice. Andrew,” she drew out his name, rolling it on her tongue like the most gruesome word her mouth had ever formed. “See, sounds pretty shady to me.”

“Who says I’m not?” 

His playful wink made her stomach flutter, but Clara remained serious. And as her hand rose to his cheek, her heart rose to her tongue in unison. 

“Darling, you are the sweetest and purest soul I’ve met in a very long time. Please don’t ever let this brutal world change you.” Slowly her head lowered towards his, drawn to him, and she wouldn’t stop until her lips found his for a butterfly’s kiss, fragile and fleeting, afraid of the chain of events it might ensue. But no matter how much she tried to fight her desire, she needed to feel and to be felt, the way only he could feel her, united in the beautiful depths they had created. She didn’t care any longer what tomorrow would bring, she had stayed in shallow waters for far too long and even if they were only granted one night at the deep end, she craved this moment of genuine intimacy more than she had ever craved anything in her life. “Look, I know we both want different things.” She heard him draw in a breath, but her fingers flew to his lips to silence him. “No, let me finish, please. It’s our last night together. And when the sun rises tomorrow morning, this will all be over. We will be forced to face the ruins of our lives that we escaped from for this blink of time. So why not stop time altogether? Only for a night. Why not, after pretending for so long, pretend one more night. Pretend that we both—“

Now it was him who stopped her. With the same urgency she had found in his touch this morning, he pulled her down against his lips again. His contented moan was maddening, and with a sigh she opened up to him, allowing him to taste her honeyed tongue while she melted in his arms. He was met with no resistance when he took control and rolled her onto her back, because what he didn’t know was that she ached to feel his weight on top of her, hungered for the sensation of his bare skin against hers. But she couldn’t hide her need when her fingers fisted the hem of his T-shirt and began to pull, and even though he loathed losing the touch of her lips if only for one single second, he allowed her to pull it over his head and toss it aside. Andrew reeled in the soft sounds of desire she breathed into his mouth as her fingers found his bared chest, running through his chest hair and sparking the same ardent wish deep inside of him to feel more of her. 

She shivered, her breath stuttering the moment his fingers found the supple flesh of her thigh. Another moan rolled over her tongue, and another with every inch he ventured farther underneath her dress, still she didn’t break away from his lips until he reached the thin line of lace that kept her smouldering heat hidden from him. 

“May I touch you, doll?”

It didn’t take longer than the blink of an eye before she nodded her consent and still it was almost impossible to bear. 

“Yes,” she moaned, her voice thick with desire, “please. Please touch—”

The expletive that fell from her mouth as his fingers slithered in between her folds made him chuckle. How anyone could be this adorable and at the same time so unbelievably enticing was completely beyond him. He wanted to protect her, satisfy her, be anything she needed him to be all at once until her hunger was thoroughly sated, her body spent and floating in perfect bliss. 

His free arm cradled her head, pulling her closer while he worked her, slowly, steadily, watching her tremble and writhe before him to ascertain what she enjoyed most and it didn’t take long until she needed to let go of his chest and grab his hand to cope with all the pleasure he made her feel. 

She was so beautiful, her cheeks flushed, plump lips parted, gasping for air, eye lids falling shut whenever passion threatened to overwhelm her. How ravishing would she be when he finally made her come? Eager to find out, two of his fingers followed the ever-growing slick heat south, filling her carefully, inch by inch. His name fell from her lips, sending a wave of desire through him that made him halt for a moment, and with the still of his fingers inside her, she stilled as well. 

The silent plea in her eyes was pure agony, but he needed a minute to compose himself. For now, this was solely about her, there would be plenty of time to give in to his yearning later, to have her, to devour her, to make her his. But now he wanted to feel her come apart on his fingers. And so he moved, slowly at first, falling into rhythm with her moans and whimpers that soon grew more rapid until he pumped into her deep and hard. 

Not long now, he thought, her sweet release already within reach. His head dipped down into the tiny space between his shoulder and her cheek, his beard scratching along her sensitive skin. 

“Andrew.”

“I’m here, sweet one. Right here,” he whispered softly. “Just let go. Don’t hold back.”

He hadn’t even finished his words when his thumb pushed down on the tiny bundle of nerves and she cried out in ecstasy. Her back arching off the mattress, her silky walls tightening around his fingers, her grip on his hand painfully tight, she did as he had asked of her and let go. And he had been right. She was a sight to behold at the peak of her rapture. He had never witnessed innocence this pure, a scene so utterly divine and yet so deeply human that it made him freeze in awe of the revelation that unfolded right here in his arms.

A confession burning on his tongue, he swallowed hard to push it back. This wasn’t the moment to tell her. There would come better ones, calmer ones, when the fevered frenzy had settled and her mind was able to grasp the sincerity of his declaration. So instead, his lips pressed to her forehead in an affectionate kiss and he let them remain there until her breathing had evened out and he felt her body relax against his own. 

Despite the dim starlight that illuminated their passion play, a shadow that covered her face made her eyes fall open at last and the breathtaking sight that awaited made her still pulsing walls flutter with resurfacing desire. He stood in front of the glistening night sky, every last inch of his body disclosed to her view, unashamed of her gaze. God, she wanted him, so much, more than she had ever thought it possible to want someone. 

“Come here.” 

He took the hand that was reaching out for him, lying down behind her and she was about to protest when his hands set to work and freed her from the fabric that still shielded her from him. She couldn’t help but gasp helplessly the second he pulled her back against his chest and she could finally feel him. All of him. 

Gladly she sank down on the arm he offered as a pillow, her hand snaking around his neck to pull him down with her. She could taste his growing desire on his tongue, feel it twitch in anticipation against her behind, and when she lifted her leg in a silent invitation, he yielded. 

His head flew back as he slowly pushed in, throwing him right into the battle between urge and reason, voiced by a groan so sinful it shook her to the very core. But instead of moving, he allowed himself a moment to enjoy her body. Languidly his fingers glided along her smooth skin, trailing up her stomach, squeezing her ample breasts where they remained until he had tended to the two lush globes to both his and her satisfaction. Briefly his hand found her throat on its way to her cheek and Clara couldn’t hold back the moan it coaxed from her lungs. 

“Oh, you would like me to take your breath away, little amazon?” He still chuckled when his lips met hers again for a passionate kiss. “I think there are better ways to draw the air from your lungs than choking you.”

And before her brain had even managed to make sense of his words, he withdrew and drove home again, sheathing himself to the hilt inside of her. Clara’s mouth flew open in a silent cry from feeling him so deep, her nails leaving little crescent dents at the nape of his neck. 

“Told you,” he mumbled against her shoulder, his breath heavy on her skin, teasing her even more than his words did. She was tempted to sass him back, but she didn’t even have the time to stitch together a saucy reply when his hips rolled against her behind again, erasing the will to get back at him immediately. 

Andrew wasn’t set on teasing her any longer, however much he enjoyed it. He was making love to her now, driving into her in drawn out, deep strokes, a hand on her hip gently pulling her back to meet his thrusts. Their bodies rocking against each other in perfect harmony, the world slowly became insignificant, shrinking down to the tiny space that contained only the two of them, skin to skin, mouth to mouth, their hearts beating in the same sweet rhythm. 

Carefully his hand let go of her hip to find the juncture of their bodies and Clara broke their kiss with a gasp. He missed her lips instantly, but before he could regret his decision, she moaned his name again, her voice lower, darker, needier than ever before, a sound he could never get enough of, and so he satisfied his desire to taste her elsewhere. The exquisite aroma of salted honey rolled over his tongue as he licked her neck, swirling the skilful muscle along her skin until she moaned his name again, and then again, her walls fluttering and clenching suspiciously around his length. 

“I think I…I’m gonna come again.”

But her warning came too late to brace himself against the vigorous approach of her second high. 

“Oh god,” he groaned, caught in her tight grip, “please do. Come as much as you like.”

He could never get enough of seeing her lose herself in complete ecstasy. And when the wave broke, it took him away as well. They held on to each other for dear life, their bodies quivering, shaking, writhing as the sheer power of their shared rhapsody surged through them. It was all-consuming, filling every last bit of them with the sensation of the other until they were one beyond recall.

Chapter 6