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rebelwheelssoapbox · 2 years

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Harold Had A Shit Day: A Fox Tale (inspired by the song “In The Woods Somewhere” by Andrew Hozier Byrne)

a short story by Michele Kaplan (@RebelwheelsNYC )

[image description: The background is a photo of a misty forest with tall trees of lush green and browns. There is a path in the middle. and a silhouette of a fox. the fox silhouette is filled with a photo from space, with. blues and purples with white stars. It gives the fox this cosmic feel. The text on top reads “Harold had a shit day. a fox tale inspired by the song ‘in the woods somewhere’ by andrew hozier byrne. “ Lastly, in the lower right hand corner is the text @ rebel wheels nyc] “Ah, human. I did not expect to see you so soon in these woods. You have come because of the lore of this forest, Did you bring the crudités as requested? What? No one told you? Then why did you come? Why are you here? Ah, I see. You are lost. That is a shame, as I could really go for some of those carrots sticks with the hummus, I do enjoy a good hummus and alas while this ancient forest holds many charms and delights, a good hummus is not one of them, but what can you do? What is the matter, human? Why so pale? Why, you're practically trembling. Ah, I see. You have you never seen a talking fox before? That it's impossible? Oh, that is a good one. Humans humans humans, such silly little mortals. Your kind thinks they know so much about the world, when it is your kind that knows the least. Sit down, and I shall tell you a story. Soon my kindred will be here and they will guide you out of the forest. Alas. I'm afraid such things are not yet my forte, While I am studying the topic, I have never actually... no, no I couldn't, it is best for us to wait. I do wish you had brought some crudités. I am rather famished. Oh no, don't worry, human. You are safe. Our kind stopped eating humans centuries ago. You'll be fine. Now, where were we? Ah yes, a story. Oh, for fox sake! Forgive me, for I have not introduced myself. I do apologize. A week ago I had a bit of an... accident. My leg as you can see is still healing. An unfortunate occurrence at the hands of your kind, but I suppose we can't hold that against you. And it has apparently made me rather... absent minded. My name is Sionnach Síoraí An Seachtú Réalt Díreach Ó Thuaidh Ón Tríú Cnoc is Fiche Áit a Rialaíonn Go Réidh An Bó Mór, Buaibheach Dhiaga na Réalt Thuaidh Cónaíonn. It translates to Eternal Fox Of The Seventh Star Directly North From the Twenty-Third Hill Where the Great Cow Goddess, The Divine Bovine of the Northern Fields Who Gently Rules Resides, but you can call me Harold. It was three days past the last waning moon of your October, when I was making my way through these woods, While directions may not exactly be my strength, I am quite adept at gathering berries and plants from the forest. They were needed for soon The Ancient Forest Collective would be celebrating The Great Feast where we praise and honor The Redwood Rebellion of Before Times.

Let me ask you a question, Have you ever had one of those days? A day where nothing catastrophic per se occurs, but a shit day nonetheless. A day where you probably would have been better off staying home, but alas such was not an option? The day did not start well. I woke up late, after a troubled nights sleep, completely forgot that I had to forage that morning for the upcoming feast, at a spot no less, that is five miles from my home, by foot. I spent 20 minutes frantically searching for my keys, just to find they were in my pocket, and to top it off, I tripped – twice while rushing to my foraging spot. There was no rock that I stumbled over. It was just one of those mornings.

So there I was, gathering rhubarb and mustard greens, my beloved loves mustard greens, when I heard this loud SNAP! And this pain... this sudden gnawing pain in my leg. I looked down and saw that I was caught in one your kind's hunting traps. For fox's sake! I said to myself. I mean, how it got there, I don't know. Yes, since stories about these woods have become popular, there has been a minor increase of your kind, but they bring crudités, not old traps from the before time. And so I called out an ancient cry for help. I sang 'Ó, a chairde iontacha an chomhchoiteann! Iad siúd a bhfuil baint agam le síoraí. tar go tapa le do thoil go bhfuil duine eile ag seacáis tar éis ceann de na seanghaistí seilge seo a fhágáil agus mo chos greamaithe! Cac, nimhneach seo. Beir leat mo mhála luibheanna le do thoil! Freisin Má tá aon mhaidí cairéad fágtha bheadh sé sin go deas freisin. A Dhia, is mian liom go raibh hummus againn. ” Which roughly translates to ‘Oh, great friends of the collective! Those with whom I am eternally connected. Please come quick! Another jackass has left one of these old hunting traps and my leg is stuck! Shit, this hurts. Please bring my bag of herbs! Also If there are any carrot sticks left over that would be nice too. God, I wish we had hummus.’ Anyway, while I awaited the arrival of the collective, all of a sudden, I heard this... rustling... this crisp crunching of the fallen leaves on the forest floor. Which of course, one hears all the time in these months, but what made it peculiar, what made it almost... echo in one's mind... as if the ancestors were telling me to focus on this sound, as if it was of some importance, as if it someone was running ... but with ... only two legs? Who... what could it be? Even The Great Bears Of The East, who will occasionally walk on their hind legs when imitating your kind. 'Look at me, I'm a human. La la la la lá.' Oh goddess, it gets me every time. I'm not doing it justice. Well, even they don't run like that. So you can imagine my surprise, when all of a sudden, I saw this human. I shrieked, so loud, it echoed throughout the forest. It's just... forgive me, but your kind is strange to look at. Your bodies appear as if they are balding from your fur, like you survived some horrific accident and lost it as a result. You are wearing clothes, so you can't tell, not really, but this person was not wearing much. It just seems wrong.

Anyway, sadly, this person – much like yourself - did not have any crudités. I mean what the fuck does a fox have to do to get a platter around here? With all the powers that we have, the fact that we can't use them to manifest a goddess damned plate of vegetables, with a decent bowl of hummus is a cruel joke. The Great Cow Goddess has a dark sense of humor, it is known. Blessed be.

I digress. Lack of crudités aside, I gazed into the eyes of this troubled soul. They were frenzied, fevered, and unwell to say the least. There was just something very... ominous about their energy. They weren't... bad per se... not at their root, but they weren't in a place to make good decisions either. Upon peering more deeply into their mind, it became clear that his state was ... oh, was far worse than it had initially appeared. He was hallucinating some awful things.

Funny story, one time I was hallucinating and I saw these adorable rainbow bunnies, with unicorn horns, doing the cha cha cha with chubby marshmallows while listening to The Dancing Bears. The Bears Of The East have this fantastic Grateful Dead cover band and one time they ... er well, I digress. The human's breath reeked that of one who had carelessly nibbled on the Copelandia that grows towards the west. His pupils, like two black moons. It was then that I realized that this human was going to kill me... or well... attempt to anyway. I mean, can you believe that? But a mercy killing he was calling it. I mean for fox's sake. Oh, forgive me for laughing, but the layers, like a trifle of absurdity. I mean, for fox's sake, I'm eternal. The sheer and outright pomposity, to assume that their help was even needed in the first place. Humans. Meanwhile, said poor soul was hallucinating this fierce snarling beast that was supposedly behind me. With breath steaming and putrid, and with teeth large, bloody and with a veracious hunger ... for death. A beast that could kill you quickly, but did it slowly because they enjoyed watching you suffer. So dramatic! Oh, forgive me, I don't mean to laugh, but there was no such beast. Great Goddess, you humans can not handle your Copelandia. We take it, we go dancing in the moonlight, and have a good time, Your kind takes it and all hell breaks loose. Anyway, I went even deeper into his mind, and realized he wasn't even seeing me... well, he saw me, but not me as is.. not me as I actually was. Yes, I was somewhat injured, but he was hallucinating a far worse situation. What was simultaneously troubling and yet fascinating, was that what he was seeing, was a projection... a manifestation if you will, of various parts of his psyche. Parts of him that he loathed ... parts of him that he feared. Of his own perceived weakness (me, injured), of his own perceived sin & evil (the murderous beast). It was curious for in that moment, he was pitying me, while I pitied him. I suppose in my favor, when he lunged at ,me, he didn’t even come close. He thought he was close, but alas he struck the hallucination, not actually me. Mind you, that was not by chance. If you think I'm going to peer into someone's mind and not alter things in the name of my ... well, not my survival, but certainly my immediate well being, well then my name is not Sionnach Síoraí An Seachtú Réalt Díreach Ó Thuaidh Ón Tríú Cnoc is Fiche Áit a Rialaíonn Go Réidh An Bó Mór, Buaibheach Dhiaga na Réalt Thuaidh Cónaíonn! And still with all these powers, I still can't manifest a single bowl of hummus... You know, I must say, you humans, have really lost your way... lost connection from your roots. There was a time when, me and you would not have been so different but well... that is another story, I suppose. Anyway, while I did manage to dodge this human's “merciful” wrath, I was still in the trap, which hurts more than one would think, Thankfully my kindred heard my call, and arrived once the human fled to chase after “the beast”, Ah, the poor soul. Meanwhile, not only did my lovely kindred free me from the trap, brought the herbs needed to in time heal me, but they brought me carrots sticks to snack on. Leftovers from the last gifted platter. It was very moving. I need a moment. Okay no, I’m fine. I’m fine, And speaking of which, they're supposed to be here by now. I don't know where they are and I do really need to get going... oh, but I can't very well just leave you here, can I. I mean I can, but that would be a bit of a dick move on my part. I mean, I have been studying directions and cosmic transportation, so I could give it a go? Ooh, it feels precarious, but ... eh, why not. At worst, you'll end up in a parallel universe, but you'll get home eventually. Hmm? Oh, nothing. I was saying how the universe loves you, as they love us all. Let's give it a shot, shall we? Carpe diem! Come now. Stand still. Now listen closely, I need you to click your feet three times and repeat after me: ‘Níl aon áit cosúil le baile. Níl aon áit cosúil le baile. Níl aon áit cosúil le baile.' Oh, Goddess I always wanted to do it. Sorry, sorry, I apologize. But thank you for repeating it after me That was fantastic. Sorry, that was from The Wizard Of Oz. You know, 'there's no place like home'. Alright, sorry. No, I'll be serious. Okay so, human, No, seriously this time. You have my word. You will hear a low humming that will vibrate through you, It will not harm you. Close your eyes and let it take you home... hopefully. Good luck!” And as the ancient humming began, as you travel back to where you came, the last words you hear echoing in these ancient forests, “Ooh, I think I did it. Yay! I mean... do not return to these woods, human... but if you do, next time at least bring a good hummus.” The End (Author’s Note: While I thoroughly appreciate Hozier’s musical and activist related existence, there’s always been this one song that I could never fully enjoy. Musically, ‘In The Woods Somewhere’ is lovely. I can also appreciate that the lyrics are, if what I read on the internet was accurate, was inspired by Dante’s Inferno. It’s just the fox. I get too emotionally attached to the fox. And so one night, while a bit under the weather, my brain started thinking about the song and thought “That fox had a really shitty day.” My brain proceeded to create a whole backstory, as my brain tends to do. And while at first, it seemed too silly to let it be more than just a random thought in my head, the week was a weird one, so I thought fuck it and made it into a short story. Because Hozier is from Ireland, I decided that when Harold speaks in another language, it should be Irish. But also because Ireland has this somewhat mystical connotations, I thought I’’d have a bit of fun with that, As an example, the ancient call of help to the collective, which when translated is really not mystical at all. But also this story is just written with my own sense of humor. That said, I am not the least bit fluent in Irish, so hopefully Google Translate has not done me wrong lol.

You can hear the song here and read the lyrics on this site. Viva La Harold & The Ancient Forest Collective . Let me know what you think in the comments below.)

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nothinfucks · 4 years

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Do you ever read some fanfics and they write something so... poetic... so... specifically stylistic and you’re just like “Oh, yeah, this writer definitely listens to Hozier.”

#ireland #hozier #andrew hozier byrne #andrew hozier #fan fiction

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perfectcreaturerarelyseen · 5 years

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To Fall for the Fae | 11 (M)

Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne/Original Female Character

Genre: Fantasy, Modern, Romance, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Words: Chapter 11: 2,080 words

Summary: Andrew Hozier-Byrne unknowingly searches for the woman that pulled him from the bog 3,000 years ago. Unknown to either of them that in this modern world their souls are still intertwined from the life they shared long ago. She is unavailable, he’s not giving up. Will the woman that inspires his music be wooed by his songs or will he lose his chance? That’s Wasteland, Baby!

Note: A/N: This is a story requested by my best friend to be written about her favorite musician. I have been inspiried by his songs and specific lines. Any reference to his music is used in the name of inspiration and creating art. I do not own any of his music. Any reference to Hozier in this story is fictional and used by the author in the name of crafting art. I want to thank all who read it. I have fallen in love with writing this story and would love to hear from you. It will be written in installments. The finished story will be at the very least over 50,000 words. The next chapter will be explicit. That is not allowed on Tumblr so it will be posted on AO3 only. Please ask me for a link if you want to read it.

To Fall for the Fae: Chapter 11

The Forest Father came slowly to his senses as hands reached under his arms. He felt his body slowly being dragged through into or out of the woods he was still unsure. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his stomach heaved. If he wasn’t dead and this was the less than impressive afterlife of the fae then he had a very bad concussion. He reckoned if he wasn’t dead he soon would be. He grasped a hand to his forehead too weak to fight whatever fate he was about to meet. His hand came away sticky. He looked up at it and it was silver wit blood. He registered the canopy of leaves above him even though his vision doubled then tripled as he did. He was still in the woods.

“Damn it.” He began to mumble but a hand clamped around his mouth and a voice shushed him.

“Be quiet, they’re probably still close by.” Willow Woman’s voice made him jerk from his dazed state and he tried to jerk out of her grasp. Still unsteady he did nothing more than flail like a fish. She sighed with a deep sound of exasperation but began to drag him again.

“You have to get out of here.”

“Shush. I already told you they could be close. The whole damn village is more than happy to let you bleed to death out in these woods. I’m the only one foolish enough to come in after you. It’s almost dark we need to get to the tree line.” He noted the way the shadows of the trees had grown tall since he had been out. She was right if nothing else he needed to get her out.

“Help me up you damnable woman. You ‘should’ have left me for dead.” He grumbled under her breath. He was pretty sure she heard as she jerked him to his feet a little rougher than necessary. She gave him a harsh look and he knew for certain that she had. If it had been any other situation he would have grinned at her. Now was not the time though. He took a few steps and stumbled. His vision was swimming as he tried to stand straight. He clutched an arm to his side where the beast had struck him. He at least had a few broken ribs from the force it had hit him with. They were built like tanks those monsters.

Willow Woman tucked an arm his waist and he leaned against her letting her lead I'm towards the tree line. They made slow progress as he tripped over every obstacle in his path including his own two feet. He wanted to scream in frustration. He contemplated shoving her away and telling her to go on her own. He knew his Madison though, she was stubborn, she wouldn’t go without him and he’d only succeed in shaving off a few minutes of the sunlight they had left to waste.

They broke the trees right as the last rays of sun left the cursed forest. Howls broke out behind them and they didn't stop to see if the Cuul had decided to follow them. What appeared to be the whole of the village stood a few paces away holding burning torches. It lit up their faces as they stared grimly past them at the forest behind.

“Were you successful?” The Elder asked in a voice that held too much hope for how little faith she held in her heart.

“I don’t know.” Andrew’s words were slurred as the adrenaline that had been driving him along since his waking, the intense desire to see Willow Woman safe, drained from him.

“Curse you mother. He’s hurt and you don’t give a damn. Leave all of you!” She shouted commanding the crowd that stood holding vigil for them. With faces etched with exhaustion the crowd began to disperse. They’d come at the request of the Elder when she had seen Madison running into the woods after Forest Father had yet to show when the sun began to set. None of them had been steadfast enough to brave the woods to find her. Instead they stood on the outskirts already planning her funeral.

“Willow Woman you are a fool chasing into the woods like that.”

“He knows my name mother you can drop my title.” The Elder looked genuinely shocked by the news but quickly composed herself.

“Fine Madison. That doesn’t change the fact that you could have been killed. I’ve allowed this...” she searched for the word she wanted. “...infatuation to go on so long as you remained safe. Now you’re putting your life on the line? For him? Are you planning to commit treason as well? Leave the clan. He can hardly take care of himself let alone you.”

“Mother, for the love of all things green please be quiet.” Andrew was fading in and out of the conversation but he was catching snatches of it and it did nothing to quell his fears he held over their relationship. Willow Woman was bound and determined to drag him half dead back to her cabin so she kept him on his feet though just barely as they trudged away from her mother and the cursed woods. No one had stuck around long enough to help her so she’d have to do it herself.

“You can’t do this Willow Woman!” Her mother cried to her as they gained enough distance that it was no longer safe for the Elder to use her common name.

“Damned if I do, damned if I don’t!” Madison called back over her shoulder without a glance back.

OoOo

He stood awkwardly inside the doorway scuffing one shoe against the other rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

“Ehm...” He stated awkwardly unsure of what to do or say. It was ridiculous. He had bedded plenty of women. It wasn’t like he was some untapped virgin. Still he took a moment to try to breathe. This felt...different. There seemed to be a tenderness to their connection. Some type of deep meaning that he didn’t grasp yet. The way she looked at him he saw something stronger than lust. There was a depth to the way she looked at him. She looked at him like she’d known him far longer than a few nights. As if they had spent enough time talking to fill an entire lifetime. As if she knew his body like the back of her eyelids.

When he looked at her finally alone in that hotel room, no random onlookers, no restaurant goers, no fans, he could feel it too. An eerie sense of familiarity. He didn’t know her yet when his hazel eyes met hers like green gemstones he could feel a connection he had not felt. ‘Not in this lifetime’ that voice deep inside of him whispered.

“Ehm...” He mumbled again when the tension and intensity of her stare on him grew too great.

“Come here.” She spoke it softly. It wasn’t an order or a demand. It held the weight of a request. He obliged her coming closer to her that hand still rubbing at the back of is neck. She was tall enough that when he came to stand in front of her she could reach up and tug the hair tie out of his hair. The curls fell gently to his shoulders.

“Lie down on the bed. Please.” Her voice was so soft it almost had a dreamlike quality to it. There was no part of him body, mind, or soul that wanted to deny that request. He shrugged out of his denim jacket and laid down on his back staring up at her his hand clasped across his stomach. She took his hands gently and guided them to his sides. She gazed down at him with an adoration he had never seen in a woman’s face before. ‘If this is love...’ he thought absently but stopped before his mind could get the better of him.

“Did you want me to do...?” He trailed off as she silenced him with a soft flick of her hand. She was still gazing down at him.

“Shh. I want to see something.” She moved slowly to the bed not taking her eyes off of his face. That intensity hung between them but it didn’t crackle with electricity. Instead it flowed like a long winding river. From one of them to the other and back again. She came to lay beside him. He turned his head so that he could look at her. She held her head up with one hand resting against her face. She gave him a warm smile when their eyes met again. With a trembling hand she traced the plains of his face. Ran a finger down the middle of his forehead over the tip of his nose and over his lips. He kissed her finger gently as it passed his lips and her smile grew wider.

She stroked the side of his throat. Moved her fingertips to graze the hollow of his throat.

Oh god did it ache to touch him. Every emotion she had ever held for him came flooding back. Every aching bit of love she had locked deep within herself to keep from eating her alive in his absence broke free. The cage she held his memory inside of her shattered. The emotions threaten to overtake her. She leaned down and let her lips brush his featherlight.

She surprised him by laying her head down on his chest. Despite being an unexpected reaction he wrapped his arms around her. There was something so right about holding her in these poisoned arms. She stayed like that for several long minutes listening to the heart beating in his chest. The heartbeat she had not heard in this lifetime. He stroked his fingers through her hair needing no more than to feel her body against his. Finally she lifted her head and gazed down at him. That intensity began to build again as their eyes met. She kissed him again with just the slightest bit of pressure.

“Make love to me.” She whispered.

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The Snake trudged up and down the same bit of sidewalk for the twentieth time. Her scent ended here. It criss crossed the whole damn downtown like she was wandering around for hours. With how flighty she was it wouldn’t surprise me.

He smelled someone next to her. Someone...familiar. He couldn’t place the scent though. Not in his filing cabinet of scents from this lifetime. He cursed the loss of all the scents he had built up over all the years he’d hunted.

The street was abandoned at this hour and he was too angry at this point to care much who saw him as he leaned close to the sidewalk and took in a deep inhale. There she was...then a few inches later he couldn’t smell her at all. She smelled her companion, musky and spicy, clearly male and that familiarity annoyed him more.

He would not return to Bates without her. Especially now that he knew that she was off running around with another man. Let her explain that one. He was likely to get his head ripped off if he had to tell his master that. Kill the messenger his lord would. No let her take the fall for her sins.

He cursed. The scent went dead, covered up by the strong scent of her companion. He spit on the ground. Damn the man whoever he was. He motioned to car parked a few paces behind him with the lights still on illuminating the cold empty sidewalk The Snake was walking on. It drove up to meet him and he climbed into the backseat but not before surveying the street once more and spitting on the sidewalk when he didn’t find her hiding behind one of the street lamps watching him.

He’d been annoyed before. Now he was straight pissed. She better hope this man she was running round with killed her in a fit a passion because if he didn’t The Snake would do it in a far far less pleasant way. The promise to bring her home in one piece be damned.

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Saving her.

Saving him.

They were always saving each other.

In more ways than one.

Such was the fate of the fae.

OoOo

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perfectcreaturerarelyseen · 5 years

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To Fall for the Fae | 02 (M)

Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne/Unknown Female

Genre: Fantasy, Modern, Romance, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Words: Chapter 2: 1,796

To Fall for the Fae: Chapter 2

The bog was cold, dark, freezing, but oh so sweet. So beautiful to be in that delicious darkness after the red hot burning of the fever.

It had swallowed him whole. Body, heart, and soul. It owned him now. Completed him. His long limbs suspended in the soft sweet feel of mud and peat.

They laid him down into the earth that had greedily accepted him, little did they know that he had not been fully dead. His heart stuck in atrophy, paused for a moment. A breath between beats. Still they had packed him into that stiff box cut from the very trees he had loved.

They’d buried him alive.

They had not cared for him to continue living in the sinful life of drink. It had been a month he’d disappeared. A month they had waited for the father of the forest to return. To quell the wildness of the forest that ever threatened to consume them.

They had been wrathful when he’d appeared half dead, wild, scared and collapsed on the steps of the porch of his cabin. He mumbled something over and over again. Unable to calm him they’d placed him in bed. Watched him suffer. Then gave him as a ritual sacrifice to the very epicenter of the wilderness to keep it calm. To keep it quiet.

No longer did they need to fear what lay in there. The beasts that the forest father had seen, had killed, had lulled with his music. They had fed him to them. It was done.

It smelled of that sharp coolness of wet earth. It could not be explained, could not be described, it simply was.

His heart began to beat slowly, reluctantly. It hurt to feel the slow drumbeat in his chest. It ached, it yearned, it wanted her.

He’d rather it’d stayed paused.

The weight of the mud pushed on the lid of his simple coffin. It threatened to submerge him. Fill his nose and lungs with it. Line his teeth and lungs with it.

It wanted to consume him.

She wanted to save him.

Yet, still he waited alone.

A fleeting thought one of the few to cross his mind in this makeshift grave.

Oh to be alone with you.

Such was the fate of the fae.

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He’d never felt too good in crowds. They made him feel claustrophobic. Bodies pushing against him, sucking the sweet cool air from his lungs. It felt like the crowd was trying to overtake him. Consume him. There was a fleeting thought in his mind when they pressed against him. A thought like cool darkness overtaking his senses. It felt like his heart stopped as they tried to swallow him whole. It felt familiar though from when and where he didn’t know.

They played their music loud. They bayed like creatures along to it. Screaming out lyrics of hate and violence. It beat against his eardrums until he wanted to cover his ears to block out the sound.

He resisted the urge and pushed past another bar. Nameless, faceless he let his long legs lead him along the street as the man who identified himself as Larry led him to the bar.

Andrew almost turned back. Something in his conscious, his intuition told him that tonight something big would happen. He was too tired for big. Too sick of this world for his entire existence to rocked from it’s foundation.

The night crackled with electricity. It was ready. It was waiting. It wanted him.

Larry led him towards something monumental and more than once he stumbled as his feet wanted to turn and run.

Many a heart he had broken, never with clear intent to, but broken they had been none the less.

Yet, his heart remained pure. Hardened and turned black with the bitterness that consumed his soul whenever he thought of her and failed to find her. It beat on though, no cracks allowing what little light left inside of it to shine out.

It was armored. He wanted to keep it that way.

Larry approached a bar that was lightless, dark, dank. There was an air of cigarette smoke wafting from inside. The music was slow, sensual. The drumbeat matched his heart. It beat like the wings of a hummingbird.

He faltered at the entrance. The entrance to her. This bar. This bar that played the music of the winglessly winged creatures. They played the music of the Fae.

He felt powerless in that moment. There were moments when he stood on stage, his voice fiercely crying out the words to “Nina Cried Power” as the entire stage erupted in fire, where he felt invincible. Thousands of faces singing along, shouting those words, his words, her words. He conducted them but they met his music punch for punch with power. In those moments he was something else, something else.

Andrew couldn’t force his feet forward. Something was in there. Someone was in there.

For a moment his heart stopped. Just for one beat it ceased it’s movement.

“No.” He whispered under his breath. A beg. No. Don’t send me her. I am not ready yet. Not worthy yet.

His thinking mind couldn’t comprehend what was going on as he tried to force his feet into action. Into movement. Larry watched him quizzically.

Madison his subconscious cried like a battle song. It chanted her name over and over again. It could not stop.

He tried to turn on his heels and stalk back to the relative safety of his hotel room even the tiny bunks he shared with the rest of the band. Anywhere but here.

His subconscious screamed her name. Then it took it upon itself to propel his feet forward whether he wanted to go or not.

He walked woodenly into the bar his hands thrust into the pockets of his pants.

Andrew didn’t want to go. He wanted to go. He wanted to run. He wanted to tie himself to bar to keep from leaving. He didn’t want this. He needed this. He was desperate. He was desperate. He was desperate.

He took a seat at one of the few cliched stools at the bar. Ordered a whiskey, it was decent like Larry had promised, and lit a cigarette.

He drank his whiskey. He smoked. He waited.

Always he waited.

He knew better than to fuck with fate.

This was Wasteland, baby.

OoOo

He was several drinks in. Enough that he felt his world beginning to tilt. He could handle his whiskey, don’t get that wrong. Tonight though he wanted that tilt. He wanted to remove the fear he felt fluttering in his chest. Like a shrike trapped in his rib cage. Slowly eating him from the inside out. Thrusting him upon a thorn then ripping into his flesh.

His thoughts got darker the more he drank. Sometimes his best lyrics came when he was so deep into the swill that there was no pulling him out. Simply let him slowly claw his way out of the dark hole he’d dragged his limp body into.

Damn his thoughts were getting away from him.

Then the hair on the back of his neck stood on end.

Like a bolt of lightning coming down from the sky he was struck with electricity. His body lit up like the Vegas strip. Something was happening.

He didn’t feel sober but the world stopped spinning. It was like his senses were on overdrive. Sharpened.

He fought it as long as he could though he still didn’t know why. His rational mind could not comprehend all the things rushing through him. It didn’t understand what he was. What was hidden inside of him. Those wings that never unfurled. He saw himself as ordinary. It was only through the lens of his fans did he even being to comprehend that he was complete extraordinary.

He took his drink and spun around on the stool. He was too tired to fight with himself.

His eyes dry and red from too much nicotine. Too little sleep. Too much heartache looked with laser focus for what it was his brain wanted him to see.

He scanned the bar. His eyes falling on person after person.

He focused on the makeshift dance floor that was shrouded in a cloud of smoke. His eyes glanced through the men and women dancing oh so slow and sensual on the floor.

Then his eyes fell on something. Someone. A profile of a woman. Dancing real slow, all by herself, as if passing the time until her lover found her.

His heart stopped this time for more than a moment. It jerked. Spasmed. Then stopped.

Andrew took a stuttering breath trying to restart it and slowly it did. It beat until it was matching the movement of her hips.

She danced like a bird of paradise. She moved lithely like the bough of a willow tree.

Her dark brown tresses move hypnotically as she danced. Falling over one shoulder then the next. It looked like a wave of water. Rippling darkness.

Though she moved slowly he could sense in her something wild. Something feral.

This was a woman who could not be tamed. Not by anyone.

She could be loved, oh could she be loved.

No one would ever possess her though.

He wanted to love her.

He wanted to slam her against the wall and crash his mouth onto her.

He wanted to sink his teeth into her neck, biting and sucking gently until he left a mark on her. A love bite. Something that reminded everyone that she was his.

He wanted her.

He needed her.

“Madison” he called like a prayer but the word was swallowed up by the crowd and she didn’t hear him.

OoOo

A man tall as a tree sat hunched over a glass that his shaking hands held ever so delicately. If given another moment he would drop that cool smooth glass and it would shatter to the ground. Breaking into a million pieces. It was foreboding. It was the potential of what this beautiful creature rarely seen could do to him. To his heart of darkness.

She was oblivious to his plight. Oblivious to those around her. She moved her hips in figure eights, a dance of veils from long ago that no one could remember. She danced in a way that she had never been taught. A way that drew the men in around her. They kept their distance. She gave off a vibe, a deep one, that said no one can touch me, no one can know me, no one but him.

He looked at her and knew instantly that no one fucked with his baby.

His fate was sealed.

The fate of the Fae.

OoOo

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To Fall for the Fae | 08 (M)

Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne/OriginalFemale Character

Genre: Fantasy, Modern, Romance, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Words: Chapter 8: 1,953

***Adult Language This is Rated M for a Reason***

To Fall for the Fae: Chapter 8

She hadn’t said it. She’d held the words in. It had killed her but the part of that clung to the traditions of her people wouldn’t let her.

He may be the Forest Father, that didn’t mean he had a clan.

She was daughter of the Elder. She was high born. He was of the outcasts. To love him was to throw herself from her mother and her clan. It meant turning her back on everything she ever knew. It meant becoming a traitor.

Did she love him enough to do that?

The answer was a resounding yes. Without a doubt.

Her bravery, however, faltered.

There was a breath between them. His lips were next to her ear, the long fine strands of her hair swaying slightly as his hot breath tickled her ear and sent shockwaves up and down her body. Everything was on fire with electricity. Her clit throbbed, she felt herself clench with the need to be filled by him.

He waited for her to say something. It seemed like the longest moment in his long life. His heart jerked with the pain of feeling her rejection. Still he waited desperately. The Forest Father waited for nothing; this time he did. The Willow Woman, Madison, had that much control over the fae who previously couldn’t be controlled.

When she said nothing, he pulled back from her. It was the deepest cut he’d ever experienced. Worst than any bite that had torn into his skin and ripped him open.

This was a cut that couldn’t be carefully sewn shut with turquoise thread. It was a cut to the soul that would not heal.

He drew himself back and stood to his full length. Tall like a tree. Then he turned and made his way to leave.

“Wait,” her voice was quiet. Like the whisper of the wind through a willow branch. He paused ever so slightly. His legs wanted to keep moving but he jerked them to a stop. He didn’t want to hear what she had to say. He knew it wouldn’t be what he wanted to hear. Still he listened.

“I...am not ready to say that. You know, I know you know, what will happen to me if I do. I need...time.” Madison stood and came to him. She let her fingers trace up his uninjured arm.

His body was alight at her touch. His lips parted in a contented sigh at her touch. He needed her. Craved her body. His cock twitched ever so slightly and he could not, though he tried, pull his body back from hers. His hands trailed up her arms. To her neck. He touched the hollow of her throat and let his fingers draw a line down her body, dissecting it in two until his finger rested over her heart.

“We can kiss and touch, lass, as much as we want. We can be with each other’s bodies. Baby, mine calls to you like it has called to no other. Love, until you can say the words, we will never be together as our souls call to each other. That is all I have to say...Madison.” Her name was like a prayer on his lips. It was on the very verge of being a beg. He righted himself and pulled away from her. It was like ripping off a piece of flesh to wrench himself away from her grasp.

He tried desperately to ignore the tears in her eyes as she watched him back away. They fell soft like petals from a cherry tree.

“Damn it, lass. Why? Why must you do this to me?” His voice rose for the first time with her but it was with frustration, not anger. He couldn’t help it. He came to her and she fell into his arms. They melded together. He kissed her cheeks, tasting the salt and kissing away her tears.

“How can I show you? How can I show you that I care for you?” She begged, the words falling like her tears.

“I don’t know. Fucking kiss me, for a start.” His voice was lilting and light. Lyrical, like when he sat on his back porch and serenaded the trees. It was a joke. She laughed.

Then she crashed her lips to his.

OoOo

She stood feeling awkward a few feet from where the meet and greet was happening. She picked at the hem of her full skirted dress with the teal color and small white flowers over orange, similar to calico blankets.

Her mind drifted to those nights. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he drove into her. He could make sheer force feel gentle as they made love and fucked and owned each other’s bodies in the night.

The sheets always got wrapped around his legs, long like a bird’s. He’d growl and tear them away so that he could be free to move again. She lost quite a few sets of sheets in those days.

Andrew always stared deep into her eyes every time their bodies were intertwined. His deep hazel eyes gazed deeply into her emerald pools. It was intense and oh so deep. In those moments she felt connected to him soul to soul.

His mouth was tender. Soft. Yet, the things he did with it were anything but soft. He devoured her. Left love marks on her neck, her breast, her thighs.

He was wild.

She fucking loved it.

She fucking loved him.

Her chest ached and it felt like the air was knocked out of her as she looked at him standing there. Towering over the women who lined up to meet the Forest Father. Who had fallen under his spell just as she had.

She hated waiting there. She should leave. She couldn’t.

Why did she have to be plagued with the memories? Why could she not be like him? Happily oblivious to all they had shared 3,000 years ago.

It was bullshit.

She fumed.

Then as the last fan wandered away, the feeling of a hug still warming her heart, he turned his million watt smile on her and she melted.

Fuck.

“You wanna get out of here? I don’t know this city but...” He started to say, coming over to her. He was wrapped in a black hoodie and he stuffed his hands into the pockets as he made his way over to her. He looked sweet, a little dorky, and utterly adorable. She was right back where she didn’t want to be. That dreaded L word hung on her lips. It rattled in her mouth. It twisted her tongue. It wanted to be let out. She cut him off.

“Do you like fish and chips?” Madison managed to get the words out without spitting the word love in the middle of the sentence.

“Love them. Is there a decent place around here to get some?” He brushed his hair back behind his ear and she wanted to run her fingers through that tangled mass of curls that was full of tangles.

“More than decent. Come on, I’ll treat you right, baby.” She made the last sentence a joke, still he lit up at the word.

She turned and began to walk away from him, but with his long legs, he was easily able to catch up.

They sauntered together down the street, both of them with their hands stuffed into their pockets, trying desperately to keep those treasonous hands from reaching out to touch the other person.

OoOo

He was lost in thought staring at her. She kept her eyes averted from him and it made him curious. Why was she so willing to spend time with him, yet seemed so icy towards him when they were alone? Oh to be alone with her. There were people in the restaurant. They might take offense if he threw her down on the table and took her there.

A piece of fish hit him squarely in the face. He pulled himself from the daydream, confused.

“You’re staring,” she pointed out, tossing another piece of fish at him.

This time he caught it and stuffed it into his mouth.

“I always stare when there’s a beautiful woman sitting across the table at me.” The charm came easy but wasn’t false. He meant it. He also wanted to see how she would react. She said nothing and turned back to her food.

He picked up a French fry and tossed it at her. A smile grew on her lips as the fry hit her in the cheek.

“I will hit you you know,” she said with mock venom. He laughed and so did she. The feeling of distance between them grew a little shorter.

“If you do, I won’t take you on the second date to the catacombs then.” He shrugged sitting back and tossed a fry into his mouth.

“That would be a tragedy. I would be an utter delight in the catacombs.” Everything she said had a laugh to it and it warmed his heart.

“Say the word and I'll have us on a flight in an hour.” He gauged her reaction. He was joking, kind of. If she said yes he’d pull his phone out and whisk her away to Paris in an instant.

“I don’t think you’re joking.”

“Does that scare you?”

“Nothing about you scares me, dahling.” She drawled the last part and he laughed. Andrew noted that she had not denied that they were on a date when he had joked about the second one. Everything he said was a test. He was trying to figure out this enigma of a woman. The only way he knew how to do that was to talk.

“I have some very scary qualities,” he replied, reaching for the darkness that was deep within him. With her there, it was like someone had turned on a nightlight in the dark room deep within him.

“I’ve seen the darkest part of your soul, baby doll. There is no part of you that scares me.” She said it deadpan and there was no joking in it. It chilled him to the bone to hear her say that. It rang true, though how she could know the deepest parts of him, he didn’t know.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” Madison asked, pushing her food away. It was mostly untouched other than the parts she had thrown at him. She felt perfectly comfortable with him but the idea of Bates knowing where and what she was doing made her stomach twist. He perked up at her words.

“I’d follow you anywhere, babe.” She knew it was true. That’s what made it so dangerous.

They both rose from the table and he directed her from the building with a hand on the small of her back. They both tingled at the mild touch.

Neither of them said anything about the familiarity, the easy use of pet names, any of it.

They were too scared to burst this small bubble of happiness, wafer thin, just waiting to be popped.

“Forest Father.” She whispered under breath as they hit the air outside. Thick with the fumes of the city. So different from the clean air they’d once breathed.

“Willow Woman.” He answered in like though he didn’t know why he said it.

They didn’t hear each other.

However, their souls did.

OoOo

Like calls to like.

Forest Father was oblivious.

Or was he?

Did that magic of the fae awaken in him once again?

Willow Woman was twisting in torment.

She could not bear the weight of her knowledge.

They were in agony.

Neither would admit it.

Such was the fate of the fae.

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