I Swear This Man Gets More Prettier Every Freaking Day!! Like Holy Heck!

I swear this man gets more prettier every freaking day!! Like holy heck!

francesca by hozier is easily one of the best love songs out there.

the fact that she is suffering an eternity of torture which includes being stuck in a hurricane but still loves paolo just as much as she loved him when they were alive

the fact that hozier said in an interview: "there's no punishment in spending an eternity arm in arm with the person you'd die for"

the fact that she admits that she would do it all again (go through a terrible death and then litreal hell and torture) just to hold him for a single minute

the fact that the song ends with the lyrics "heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i" and were the song played on repeat the end would flow perfectly with the beginning in order to mimic the hurricane

i am forever thinking about the admiration hozier sings with in verse two of "abstract (psychopomp)". the way he compares the death of his relationship with the collision of hitting an animal, but is more in awe of his lover's reaction than the tragedy itself?? "the speed that you moved"?? "the screech of the cars"?? "the creature still moving that slowed in your arms"?? the way they could look death in the eye and care for it rather than run from it, and, instead of hating their acceptance of the breakup, hozier says that that is why there is "no choice but to love you"?? 'the way you are ending this is the reason i love you'?? the fact he is thankful that his lover has the strength to be the psychopomp because he knows he would have just kept flying into the sun icarian style?? how, despite how lost he feels ("the earth from a distance"), he cannot help but find the compassion his partner shows to the end of their love beautiful ("see how it shines")?? it is on my mind day in day out i can think of nothing else

Everything, Everywhere

Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne x Reader

Warnings:

Summary: his lover is laying there, laying under 6 feet under the grass. Gone to the world. The love of his life: gone. Yet, he stills comes every week, to smile at her, and tell her that one day he’ll join her, but he promised her to live to the fullest… so he will.

He sits there, in front of the stone. It’s a pretty stone, with flowers painted on it, because his mother tried to make the stone pretty by painting on it.

He smiles at her, cutting the ends off the flowers he bought for her, making sure to cut them at a 45 degree angle so they last longer. It’s a bouquet of spring flowers, because the season is changing and he is going to the U.S. for a couple months, he wants the flowers to look right of the time.

He places the flowers out, making them look nice. He’s always known that the fact he never got over her was considered weird, but how could he: she was perfect and now she’s gone.

“How are ya doing, love?… I hope your well, I’m well. My life is going well… it’s weird, not having you around to fight of the groupies.”

He laughs warmly, smiling with that twinkle in his eyes, taking a memory of her arguing with a groupie because the girl was getting too close to him.

___

“Honey, why were you being like that?”

His lover grumbles from the side of him as they walk home form the pub, her arms crossed and his jacket over her shoulders.

“She was too fuckin close! She was too close. I didn’t like it.”

He sighs, moving closer, arm draped over her shoulders, pressing his lips too her forehead.

“Y/n, I’m not going to leave ya for some lass in the pub…”

She grumbles again, but she becomes a little less tense with his words.

___

“You were a funny gal… you really made me happy…”

The light in his eyes is lots at the need to use past tense when talking about her… she’s gone.

He can’t admit it, he doesn’t want to: why would he want to. He loves her, he can’t stop his love for her, but she’s not coming back. SHE IS NOT COMING BACK. He can’t say it out loud…

“I’m going on tour soon, I’m going to (your home city)… I’m gonna see your parents, celebrate your birthday with them… I’m so thankful that they let you stay in Ireland with me… I’m so thankful…”

He smiles back at the stone, her name cared into it with a curvy font. ‘Loving Daughter, Sister, Friend and Wife’. They weren’t even married, they never got the chance to get married, but her parents surprised him by putting wife on it: he cried when he read it. He wept and wept.

He still weeps.

He fiddles with the flower on her grave, trying to distract himself from the pain.

“Ermmm… I’ve got another album coming out… and I read that book you got me for my birthday, why didn’t you tell me you annotated it? I cried when I read your handwritten…”

He laughs warmly, running his hand through his hair.

“Your handwriting is so messy… and what possessed you to write in that awful purple pen?”

___

“Christ! Why are ya writin’ like that?”

She giggles, poking the pen into his arm, drawing on his arm and hurting him at the same time.

“Oi, I like this pen, it’s a nice colour.”

“It’s also blinding.”

He grumbles standing behind her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, kissing the back of her head and nuzzling into her hair.

“Come on, ya couldn’t have just written in black or blue?”

That sets her off, now she’s talking his ear off about how much she hates blue pen, his heart just melts as she talks with her hands.

___

He laughs that full belly laugh, the laugh that makes his eyes crinkle at the corners and makes his smile wide, gorgeous.

“God! You were so fuckin funny! Good God… you were extraordinary…”

His thoughts break through, usually he would think about his own music when he was at her grave, Work Song is a constant in his mind… but he did that song with Noah Kahan recently, all he can think about is Everything, Everywhere… the title alone makes his breath shoulder, she was everything, she is everywhere.

“We cried, ‘oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh’

Everything, everywhere

I wanna love you ‘till we’re food for the worms to eat

‘Till our fingers decompose

Keep my hand in yours…”

The lyrics are soft on his lips.

He’s sang to her before, dead or alive. He felt like she was listening, he knew she wasn’t. He never believed in ghosts or the afterlife, it’s a warming concept, but is it true? He doubts it is. But he finds warmth in knowing that the plot next to his lover is bought and waiting for him.

It’s sad… he bought it the same day he bought hers.

He knows he’s still young, he knows he could find another, he could find many more… but the sheer idea of having another woman the way he had her makes him sick. It feels like cheating.

“Ya know, I made a song…. I make loads of songs, you know that… I made one about us… well, I’m telling the people it’s about characters in Dante’s Inferno…… it’s about how I would do it again… I would love you again even with the knowledge of what’s to come…”

“It’s a nice thought… well not nice, but ya know what I mean… I love the idea of meeting you again… even if it’s in hell.”

He sighs, rubbing his hands over his face.

“Christ… what I would do to have you here or be there with you?”

He sighs, looking at the time on his phone… he’s gotta go. He doesn’t want too.

“I’m sorry, honey… I’ve gotta go… I’m sorry… I’ll visit when I can… I’ll be back I promise.”

His words are too soothe a nonexistent being, the being is gone, yet he still acts like he’s talking to his living lover.

He blows her a kiss, and leaving her grave behind. His heartbreaking yet again at having to leave. Wishing he could lie in the ground with her forever…

Im sorry. Im so, so sorry.

Another Layer of In-Yun Pt 1

Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne x fem!reader

Summary: You and Andrew enjoy a lazy morning together, revelling in how much you love each other

Content Warning: fluff, L-word (a lot of it) but no real warnings

PT 2 WILL BE SMUT

Hey! So I watched this movie called Past Lives (you should check it out if you haven’t already) and I loved the concept of In-Yun. The following is a fluffy piece I wrote based on that.

You and Andrew have been together for about a month now. One month since he confessed to you how he loved you and one month since you said you loved him back. 

And in this moment, with your head nuzzled into his chest and his arms wrapped around you, the words you uttered that day ring in your ears. This felt right.

“Andrew?” you looked up to see him through your eyelashes. His eyes closed and his breathing steady. A soft smirk spread lazily across his features as his thumbs started caressing your back.

“Mm? Did you need something… darling?” 

“No, just that you look pretty like this” 

He opened his eyes and gazed down at you. His smile widening at your words, warming you. You could feel the comforting thump of his heart underneath your palm, reverberating through your body. He gave you a small kiss on the forehead before bringing his other arm around your shoulders. 

“I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you, you know?” He said.

“No, tell me how lucky?”

He chuckles and shifting himself so that you could nuzzle further into his chest. 

“Mmm, extremely. I feel like I’ve known you my whole life.” He gives you a short kiss on the cheek before closing his eyes again. The tenderness with which his lips brush the apple of your cheeks, it’s full. He makes you feel full, whole.

“Yeah, you know there’s a concept in Korean called In-Yun”

He looks at you with a small smile on his face, genuinely interested in the in what you’re about to say. His voice is soft, and his tone dripping with affection.

“What's that?”

“Umm so, there is a word in Korean In-Yun. It means providence or fate. But it's specifically about relationships between people”

He smiles, leaning back a bit. His eyebrows piqued with curiosity.

“Ah tell me more”

“Well yeah, it’s kinda like It’s an In-Yun if two strangers even walk by each other in the street and their clothes accidentally brush. Because it means there must have been something between them in their past lives. If two people get married, they say it’s because there have been 8,000 layers of In-Yun, over 8,000 lifetimes. So us being here, right now, must mean that we have at least a couple layers of it” you smile still looking up at him. 

You feel him shift as he leans closer to you, his lips grazing yours as he speaks. “It only makes sense, I’m sure we have a couple” His grin is playful as his voice drops to a whisper "How many lifetimes do you think we've spent together?” You can’t help but giggle at the stupid answer that that enters your head and before you fully process it, it’s out your mouth.

“Sixty nineeee”

You burst into a fit of laughter at your own ill timed joke, his eyes crinkling as you feel his laugh reverberate through you. He leans his head closer to yours, his forehead pressed against the flat of yours, still smiling he plants a sweet kiss on your lips. 

He pulls back slightly, his voice taking on a bit of a seductive tone. 

“Well, we should get to work on our 70th life then, shouldn't we?"

You laugh as you kiss him again sweetly.

“I don’t know if I believe in it but it’s a comforting concept. You know if you don’t end up with the person you think you should end up with maybe in another life you might and this life is just another layer In-yun in making that happen.”

He smiles, leaning closer again and tracing a finger down your chin. "It is definitely a comforting concept. I wouldn't mind being with you for the rest of our lives, regardless of how many layers we have." He closes his eyes, leaning even closer. “You're the only thing I want in this life. It doesn't matter what happens, or which timeline, or which life, all that matters is that I have you right now.”

You can’t help but go little red, he always seems to know what to say. His words always leave you feeling like putty in his hand.

“Andrew… “

You smile, kissing the long finger of his that has been roaming your face as if trying to memorise it’s every nook. The smile on his face grows a little bigger as he leans closer again, his lips meeting yours. His lips enveloping you in a kiss that could thaw ice,. His voice is tender as he speaks, his accent thickening as he leans closer again, bumping his nose to your

“I love you, honey. Whatever lives we have lived before, whatever lives we will live again, you are the only thing that matters in them for me. If we were meant to always meet I would do whatever it takes to see you, to kiss you, to hold you in this life and the next”

You feel your chest swell, overwhelmed by the sheer sincerity with which he utters his poetic words. It seems so natural, this seems so natural.

“I love you too”

That’s  all you could manage to say. No matter how many times you feel your mouth curve to form the words it never feels enough to describe the meaning they carry. He smiles, brushing a stray strand of hair perched on your cheek. He pulls you into a tight hug, holding you to him as close as he can. His breathing is slowed, and it matches yours. He runs a hand through your hair, his voice taking on a soft tone.

 “This feels right. Doesn’t it? I’ve never felt like this at the beginning of a relationship, but it’s like this is where we were always meant to be.”

“Yeah, thank you… for being you I suppose” you kiss him. As your lips meet, his face lights up. “Mmm… I hope you’ll always feel this way.” His voice is slow and full of emotion, he moves his other hand from your shoulder to your neck, his fingers tracing along the back of your neck. He presses you in a tight kiss before he finally pulls away, looking at you with a loving smile.

“Godddddd” you can’t help but blush under the his gaze. It felt like  a apricity. You bury your face in his neck, suddenly shy. You can feel your cheeks go hot He chuckles, running his hands through your hair. He whispers something in your ear, his accent growing stronger as he does. “You’re adorable when you’re shy... I can barely stand how cute you are.”

“Yeah? Maybe you should sit then” you try to hold back your laughter but the light of  the incredibly lame joke you made. But you can’t help it, it’s the only way you can cope with how much adoration he looks at you with.

“I’m sorry that was a bad joke, I hope you don’t take back the I love you’s” you laugh. His voice still has that soft edge to it. He laughs along with you as he leans closer, his lips grazing yours again. 

“It’s okay, I’m a sucker for the shitty puns you make. If anything, it makes me love you that much more.”

 He kisses you again, his lips lingering on yours as he pulls away. His eyes close, and he smiles as he looks at you, his voice still soft and warm. 

AHHHH I’m sorry this ended abruptly, part 2 will be up soon and I’ll pick up right where I left off!

PT 2: Here

andrew was so real for that