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🕯️ KINKTOBER 2025 — DAY 26 💫 Title: Silk and Sin 📚 Genre: Gothic Romance | Lingerie | Cuckoldry | Emotional Power Play 🎬 Fandom: The Originals 👥 Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson × Female Reader 📜 Summary: You wore the crimson lace as a dare—Klaus’ gift, Elijah’s undoing. For a man built on centuries of restraint, jealousy becomes a quiet apocalypse. He says nothing when he sees you; he only circles like a predator in fine silk, every glance a sharp accusation, every touch a punishment. And when he unveils the mannequin draped in the same lace—your shape, your scent, your ghost—you finally comprehend: jealousy isn’t beneath Elijah Mikaelson. It is him.

SMUT WARNING! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!

The sun was setting in the kingdom of CrownHelm. The year was 1433, two years before the great war.

Rumblings of the rebellion had begun in the streets. It started with whispers...

King Aurthius, Googi's father, had signed a peace treaty with the neighboring kingdom, Lorith. A peace treaty was what the royal officials had called it, but the townspeople knew better. Aurthius had not expected to inherit the crown and as a result was not educated in the ways of ruling. He had slowly trickled away the kingdoms treasury on a never-ending flow of lavish indulgences until Crownhelm had nothing left. The townspeople took the brunt of it, descending into poverty while the members of the royal family feasted in the palace, prancing around in their gaudy robes and jewels. When Aurthius realized there was no money left, he had no choice but to turn to Lorith -- a kingdom known for their wealth, although more notably their cruelty -- in a desperate attempt to save his kingdom. This was no peace treaty. Aurthius was selling Crownhelm into servitude, they would never be able to escape the shadowy fist of Lorith. And of course, the townspeople would be ones to suffer.

The whispers started quiet at first, there was a nervous tension in the air. The crown had a fierce group of loyal followers, and if you said the wrong thing to the wrong person, you would find yourself hung in the town square and left as a feast for the crows.

But as conditions worsened, the whispers grew louder, angrier. The townspeople were living in filth, it was as though dirt and dust covered everything in sight. As if to rub salt in the wound, on the mountain that overlooked the poorest of the kingdom's towns, sat the palace. Through the muck they lived in they could see the polished turrets of the ebony castle glistening in the sun, taunting them. Everyday the sight of that castle made them angrier. The word rebellion was now being whispered in the streets

i love u..... oh em gee.........

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The sounds of clinking metal and labored breaths filled the quiet chambers. Aemond Targaryen, though known for his stoic nature and fierce battle skills, now found himself struggling, blood trickling down from a wound across his side. His usually composed demeanor wavered as he leaned heavily against the doorframe, the exertion from the day’s skirmish catching up to him.

His remaining eye was narrowed in pain, and his breath came in shallow gasps. He'd been in worse fights, certainly, but today had been a brutal reminder of his mortality. As the door to his chambers creaked open, you stepped inside, your heart skipping a beat at the sight of him.

"Aemond..." you breathed, rushing forward to catch him before he crumpled entirely. "What happened?"

He gave a slight tilt of his head, offering a tired smirk despite the agony. "A minor setback. Nothing you need to worry about."

"Nothing I need to worry about? Aemond, you're bleeding!" you exclaimed, gently guiding him to the nearest chair. Your hands moved instinctively, trying to remove his armor, though he grimaced at the pressure.

"Slowly," he grunted, wincing as you began unbuckling the chestplate. "I can manage... just... need a moment."

You paused, taking a steadying breath. His pride often kept him from asking for help, but you knew better. Carefully, you slid the armor straps loose, each movement deliberate to avoid causing him further pain. Aemond’s expression softened at your tenderness, his features relaxing as you removed the heavy chestplate and then the leather tunic beneath it.

“Don’t think I’m helpless,” he muttered, though his voice lacked its usual sharpness. “I can still manage on my own.”

You smiled at his words, gently pressing a cloth to the wound on his side, dabbing at the blood. "You can manage just fine, but not with this." You raised an eyebrow, brushing a lock of hair out of his face as you tended to him. "Besides, what kind of lover would I be if I didn’t care for you?”

His lips twitched into the smallest of smiles, and despite the pain, he allowed himself to lean into your touch. His hand found yours, his fingers warm despite the cold edge of the wound.

"You never fail to surprise me," Aemond murmured softly, the words laced with an unspoken gratitude. "I didn't think you’d... care so much."

You gazed at him, brushing the damp strands of hair from his face. "I care about everything that makes you, well, you."

Aemond’s eyes softened with a quiet affection as you gently worked to remove his boots, your actions slow and thoughtful as you treated him with the care he seldom allowed from others. The silence between you was comfortable, filled only with the faint sounds of his breath and your soothing whispers.

Finally, when you had tended to the wound, cleaning it and wrapping it carefully, you sat next to him, your hand gently resting on his knee. Aemond, though still wincing slightly from the pain, looked at you with an expression that spoke volumes. "Make sure to have the maester tend to that.."

Chapter 1: The Mysterious Stranger Chapter 2: A Stranger in Need Chapter 3: A Slow Unfolding Chapter 4: A Witcher's Heart Chapter 5: The Test of Time Chapter 6: A Love Worth Fighting For

Chapter 6: A Love Worth Fighting For

As the seasons changed and time marched on, Geralt and Y/N faced trials and tribulations together. They navigated the complexities of love and sacrifice, learning to communicate not only with words but with the unspoken language of their hearts.

Geralt continued to battle monsters, his destiny intertwined with the darkness he hunted. Y/N, too, found her purpose, not in adventure beyond Willowbrook, but in the love she shared with the Witcher. She learned to find strength in vulnerability and to cherish the moments they had together.

Their love story, like the tale of a Witcher's heart, was a testament to the power of kindness, perseverance, and the transformative nature of love. In each other's arms, they found a home—a place where even the most guarded hearts could flourish.

And so, in the quiet village of Willowbrook, a love story unfolded—a love story between a villager and a Witcher, proving that even the unlikeliest of hearts can find their way to each other, even in a world filled with monsters and mysteries.

Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne/Unknown Female

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

Word: Chapter 4: 1,821

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. Enjoy.

The Fate of the Fae: Chapter 4

They called her the willow woman and the forest father was hopelessly heartsick for her.

As they trekked back from the forest father’s cabin to the doomed village he fell in love a little more each day. It was small things. The way her front right tooth was a little crooked but she never tried to hide it when she laughed, which to his delight was often.

Her laugh was like the tinkling sound of shells strung from his cabin roof. It rang through the clearing. He could tell from looking at the elder and the lines creased into her forehead she was losing hope. However her daughter, the willow woman, was hopelessly hopeful still. She maintained that they could save the village.

The forest father did not share her same hope but he still loved to hear her talk about the happier times her village would come to know in the future.

She believed he would save them.

He knew desperately that he was no savior.

When the elder fell asleep at night he would walk the edge of the woods with her. She was the first woman he’d known that did not jump at the sound of the baying monsters deep in those dark woods.

She closed her eyes and relished the sound.

She was wild.

And feral.

He was in love already.

It was unheard of a fae born outside of a clan being with the daughter of an elder.

It was more than unheard of it, it was forbidden.

He knew, he knew, he could not be with her.

Yet, still he'd let his fingers graze hers as they walked, talking about anything and everything. Her dreams, his music, the woods, the water, the trees, this earth that was constantly changing.

One night when he grazed her fingers with the rough tips of his calloused hand she slipped her hand into it. He was shocked and almost froze his heart beating faster than it ever had. He felt foolish in a way. The forest father, pillar of pride, falling in love. He couldn’t help it. It was a force beyond him.

He gripped her hand tighter as if he could keep her anchored to him that way. He ran his thumb over the back of her hand and she did not say anything about how rough his skin was.

They did not talk then. They did not need to. They both could hear what the other’s heart was calling out.

They were in love.

They were doomed.

Such is the fate of the fae.

OoOo

When his time came they could lay him gently in the cold dark earth and he would crawl back to her. The thought came to Andrew’s mind from somewhere deep inside. He felt a connection to this woman, Madison, in a way he had never been connected to someone before.

He needed her. Every move of her body, everything she did made his heart ache. She pushed her long hair back over her shoulder and it almost looked purple in a trick of the light. It was like a punch to the stomach seeing that hair color but he couldn’t tell why.

She looked instead of amazed by his magic trick of pulling the name from thin air impressed. Like this was the response she had been hoping for.

'I’m...” He started to say just to fill in the silence that stretched long and thin between them. She eyed him suspiciously.

“Andrew.” She supplied just as he had and he shook a little. Did she actually know the name or did she recognize him?

“Do you know who I am?” He asked stupidly feeling like it was an arrogant question. It felt different though, as if he was asking her if she knew who he was from a long long time ago even though this was their first meeting.

“No...should I?” She didn’t meet her eyes when she said it. She was hiding something. He frankly didn’t care.

“No. I’m nobody.”

“Everybody is somebody.” She replied a wry smile on her face. That smile matched his. A slightly crooked front tooth. Some memory wanted to tug itself free from his mind but he wouldn’t allow it. Stay in the moment he told himself over and over again.

Her smile faltered as her phone let out a high electric chirp. She quickly pulled it out of her pocket and glanced down at the screen. A look of almost horror passed over her face and she stuffed the phone into her pocket. Scanning the crowd as if looking for someone she turned wide eyes to him.

“I’ve got to go.” She told him in a rush and started making her way through the small crowd of people still hypnotized by the music and gyrating to it’s call.

“Wait...wait please!” He shouted following her through the crowd and out onto the busy street.

“I need to be somewhere.”

“I need to talk to you. Can we exchange numbers or something?” Or anything he thought desperately. He’d gladly throw her laughing over his shoulder and carry her back to his hotel if she’d let him. He shook his head. It was another thought that felt completely foreign to him.

“I...no...I just can’t. Let me go Andrew.” He wasn’t even touching her but he could feel the weight of her words. She was telling him to back off. He respected everything about her so he did. Stopping dead in his tracks on the street he watched her as she wandered away from him. Every movement of her body moved him. When she moved he was moved. It was a desperation.

When she was a good ten feet away she stopped dead in her tracks and paused. He held his breath as she paused. He watched her pull something out of her pocket then she spun on her heels and marched towards him. She got close enough that she could grasp his shirt. She yanked and he obligingly lowered his head.

“Tell no one I gave you this.” She slipped a piece of paper into his hand. The feel of her hot breath on his ear blowing strands of hair that tickled his face made him grow hot. He wanted to turn and let their lips simply brush. A featherlight kiss as if he had never been there. Then he saw the wide eyed look she carried and he drew back. She was scared. Scared of what she’d just done.

She spun back around and stalked off down the street.

He took the time to glance down at the piece of paper tucked into his hand. Her name and a phone number were crawled in hurried handwriting. He looked up but she’d already disappeared. The smell of perfume like lilies of the valley still hung in the air.

He felt empty without her presence. He carefully folded the paper and tucked it into his shirt pocket.

“Hey, I thought you’d abandoned me for another stranger.” Larry joked coming up behind him and almost scaring the crap out of him. He refrained from jumping at the sound of his voice. Still her stared up the street as if the very weight of his stare could force her to come back.

“Any stranger, the stranger the better.” He murmured thinking of this purple haired Cinderella running off down the street at the call of her phone as if the very device owned her life.

“Ready to head back?” Larry clamped him on the shoulder. He had to lift his hand to reach his shoulder as Andrew was sprouted like a tall tree. He waited a few moments before answering still staring at the space she had occupied only moments before. He waited to see if she would return. When the silence had stretched on too long he turned to Larry.

“Yeah mate. Let’s head back.”

He couldn’t help but turn his head one last time and he could swear he saw her resting against the building, one booted foot resting against it, watching him. When he blinked though she wasn’t there.

OoOo

She watched him go until he was safely down the street. Then she turned the corner and rushed down the sidewalk.

“What took you so long?” His voice was slick like oil, the serpent long sent from Eden to terrorize her. She looked up at him, her keeper.

“I had to shake someone.” She told him as he ushered her towards the black town car waiting for her at the curb with a hand on her lower back. Frankly a little too low for her liking.

“Anyone I need to take care of?” He chewed on his toothpick and raised one questioningly eyebrow at her. A chill went through her body. She could imagine what he would do. The blade he would bury in his sternum and jerk until silver blood spilled across the sidewalk. Not Andrew, please not him.

“No I took care of it.” She hadn’t. She’d made everything worse by giving him her number. It was stupid. She couldn’t help it if she tried. When they danced, like they were standing still, like they were the only people in the room, she could feel every ounce of love she felt for him lifetimes ago. She ached for him and his absence from her now hurt like the very knife cut this snake of a man would dig into her if he found out what she’d done.

“As you say.” He mumbled climbing into the back of the car with him. She felt trapped as he closed the door and she stared out the dark tinted windows. She could see but hardly be seen.

Such was the fate of the fae.

OoOo

One winglessly winged creature trapped in the darkness of the life predestined for her drove from the sight of her love long past.

The other trudged through the streets, seeing her in every woman that danced and laughed merrily along the houses of sin he walked past.

Both held the other in their mind.

Both ached for each other.

Both felt the absence of one another in their arms, their hearts, the place they held the ultimate sensual flame.

They felt empty.

The man of the forest pulled out a lighter and lit another cigarette. In the flame he could see her and he could feel himself falling for the flame. He could hardly turn his eyes away from the burning red flame. All you ever have is your fire. Don’t tame it. Never ever tame those demons. He knew though, this feeling building inside of him, the feeling over her note burning like fire in his pocket needed to be kept on a leash.

He thought it ended when he knew love’s perfect ache.

He knew now that this feeling of emptiness would never leave.

Not until he felt the weight of her in his arms.

Her.

Madison.

Such was the fate of the fae.

Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne/Unknown Female

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

Words: Chapter 6: 2,003

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. Enjoy

The Fate of the Fae: Chapter 6

He’d told them he was no savior.

Still when he returned from the woods silently, not meeting their eyes, the clan scoffed. Some Forest Father indeed, they thought to themselves as he trudged past.

They ignored the thick stream of silver blood that ran a steady river from his upper bicep to his fingers. It stained the ground leaving a sparkling trail behind him as he made his way back to the village.

The dirt pathways that dissected the town, creating a makeshift road between the impermanent buildings were choked thick with the smoke of burning fae. He pulled the collar of his shirt up over his mouth.

Skirting his way around the burning funeral pyre he finally caught a glimpse of Willow Woman, now Madison as he called her in his mind, helping to carry limp bodies and heaving them onto the flames. The fae had sickness of their own and it was dangerous to leave so many dead in the open. Plus the scent of that thick silver blood attracted the monsters. Whether it was dried or fresh the sickly sweet scent of it drew them in like nectar to a bee. It was dangerous. Everything about this village cloaked in the stench of death was dangerous. He yearned for nothing more than to grab Madison and drag her kicked and screaming back to the safety of his cabin.

He’d settle even to live like nomads on the land. Camping out at the edge of the woods. He’d even let himself believe that she wouldn’t fear the trees. That she would plunge herself deep into the woods with him at her side. They could live, deep in the darkness of the forest, away from all of the evil of this world. She was pure of soul, the woods would accept her. He knew it in his featherlight bones. She was the light to the darkness deep within him. The light of this world was as bright as his willow baby. The night’s were as dark as the world of his baby but they were half as beautiful too.

He was half tempted to stalk towards her, throw her over his shoulder, and leave this place. She could bang her fists against his back and scream until she was hoarse but he was determined to get her away from here. Anywhere but this cursed place.

Andrew quickly realized that he was standing in the middle of the village intensely staring at the back of her form as a pool of his blood gathered at his feet. He shook himself and ran his uninjured hand through his hair groaning. The bite hurt like a bitch and he wasn’t happy about it.

He had made little progress in the forest. Barely getting a few feet into the woods one of the monsters had jumped him in a blind attack. He’d lifted his arm to cover his face and thus earned himself a wicked bite. The smell of his blood had attracted so many that he knew there was no chance of making anymore progress into the woods. He was looking for the leader not the lackeys. He’d landed one booted foot in the chest of the beast and heaved with his long limbs. It’d gone flying.

Before any of the others could get some fangs into him he’d turned intense eyes on them. There was a moment of complete silence as the entire forest paused. He knew he couldn’t hold them for long, not this many, still the Forest Father commanded their attention. He was the damn Forest Father for fuck’s sake they would bow under his gaze.

There was a chorus of growls but slowly they sank to their haunches. Quietly and smoothly he exited the woods still holding his gaze upon them. When he’d cleared the tree line the spell broke and he heard baying howls.

This place was cursed. This place was fucked.

Willow Woman as if sensing his pain or simple sensing him turned. She had a wet cloth tied over her mouth to help with the smoke. Without seeing her mouth he could not read her expression. Her eyes looked wet but whether from the smoke or something else he wasn't sure.

A small woman almost the size of a child laid a hand on her arm. The woman had long dark hair and olive skin. She turned to see what Madison was looking at and locked eyes on Andrew. She narrowed her eyes but still he couldn’t read her expression either with the cloth covering half of her face. She gave a small almost enthusiastic wave. Andrew gave a small lift of his hand in response. He realized then that her eyes weren’t narrowed but instead crinkled with a smile. She placed a hand on Willow Woman’s arm and leaned over to her ear to be heard over the fire. The blaze ate her words but Madison shot him another look before nodding.

She turned from her work and made her way to him. Pulling the cloth down from her mouth he could see that she was frowning. Her look made a knife twist in his stomach. It was the first time she didn’t look happy to see him. They stood for a moment staring each other down not saying a word. Finally her eyes locked on his arm and a look of tenderness passed over her face.

“You’re hurt.” It wasn’t a question. There was fire in her and he loved when it came out.

“It’s only a bite.” She sighed and rolled her eyes. It made him smile and when she saw him smiling she smiled too.

“What shall I do with you Forest Father?” She asked with a sound of fake exasperation in her voice.

“Andrew.” He supplied and she looked at him surprised. Then a feeling of warmth spread through his chest as her face lit up. “And...Madison...” He tested her name on his tongue. She didn’t protest at the use of her name so he continued. “You can do anything you want with me.”

OoOo

Alexis threw Madison’s door open to find her curled up on the bed her phone clutched to her chest. She clucked her tongue at the sight and moved to the window throwing open the curtains. Madison groaned from the bed and covered her eyes with her arms.

“Up, up, up. It’s almost noon. You’ve slept far too long.” Alexis opened the window letting fresh air flood the room that smelled of staleness.

“I was up late.” Madison complained still covering her face.

“Your point being?” Alexis leaned her head out the window staring up at the bright blue sky, cloudless for once. “Where is Tom?”

“Tom?” Madison asked sounding groggy.

“Yes. Tom as in Tom. The red breasted robin. He’s usually here by now. Tom!” She yelled out the window.

“Not so loud for goodness sake!” Madison harshly whispered at her. “Bates will hear you.” She hissed.

“Oh your ‘betrothed’” Alexis said the word sarcastically before continuing “...left with The Snake a few hours ago. We’re in the clear for all types of mischief and fun. Now seriously where is Tom. Tom!” She shouted out the window again. For such a small woman she could make so much noise.

“I can’t believe you named the bird Tom. It’s so generic. Why do you need him anyways?”

“What was I supposed to call him? Balthazar? I want to know where Bates has gone.”

“Why?”

“Because I have a scandalous idea that will get us both in some very deep shit. We’ll be fine as long as I can keep tabs on that idiot you’re supposed to marry.” Madison refrained from pointing out that Bates registered on the spectrum of genius because she’d called him worst names than that before.

Alexis was almost always too kind about him. She was too kind about anyone really. She was the only fae from her previous life that Bates had allowed to stay with Madison. Ripped from her village, her mother, and everything she knew Alexis had demanded to come with them. She was small but she was scary. Not willing to start a fight over something so petty Bates had allowed it. Alexis with her uncanny ability to talk to trees and birds came in handy. Not to mention she was Madison’s best and only friend.

“What idea is this?” Madison asked cautiously.

“Remember that beau you fell so hard for last night?” Alexis asked looking at Madison finally. She registered the fat lip she was sporting from The Snake’s hand but said nothing. “Oh don’t look at me like that. The elm on Main Street told me about it.” Madison rolled her eyes at Alexis but they both smiled.

“Yes, I remember. What about him?”

“He’s playing a concert today and we’re going.” Madison wanted to argue. So many words came to her mind but she couldn’t bring herself to say any of them. She desperately, oh so desperately, wanted to see him again.

“What’s the plan?”

“Oh girl you should know me by now, there’s no plan.” Alexis grinned with pure mischief burning in her eyes. Madison swallowed hard a ball of nervous energy having nothing to do with her husband finding out forming in her stomach. Still she didn’t argue as Alexis went to her large freestanding oak wardrobe and began throwing outfit choices on the bed.

OoOo

Staring down at his phone for the hundredth time he typed another text trying to sound cute instead of crazy and incomprehensible. He quickly deleted it and began texting again. Finally he sighed and leaned his head back against the wall he was sitting against. He gently bumped his head against the painted cement but his wild mane of hair absorbed most of the pain.

Why? Why couldn’t he come up with anything to say. His long legs cramped from being in the same position for so long. He stood and began to pace the hallway. The sound check had gone well and he was already pumped for the upcoming show.

They’d be letting the crowd in soon and already he could feel their energy like a low thrum through his body.

He wanted her.

He groaned and tore his hand through his curly hair. In this light it looked alight like a blazing fire. It matched the way his brain was burning searching fruitlessly for words.

He wrote songs. He was a king among thieves when it came to clever phrasing. Yet, he came up with nothing.

He thought again of his dream. Her sweet skin salty with sweat as he ran his tongue over it. The little gasps that escaped her with each thrust. He felt completely out of control inside of her. Like he would lose himself in her.

With another growl he typed furiously. His finger hovered over the send button. With a shaky breath he hit send and almost immediately flung his phone across the hallway. He refrained instead sitting once again, wrapping his long arms around his knees and resting his head on top.

OoOo

She glanced down at her phone and her heart leapt into her throat.

...Wasteland Baby, I’m playing a concert today, will you come?...

She knew who it was from even though she didn’t recognize the number. Madison typed back with vigor never hesitating.

...Oh baby, I will most definitely come...

OoOo

He took a deep breath and glanced at the text. He read over the words several times before smiling. He practically leapt up. He had a bounce to his step that he usual reserved for when they rocked out “Jackie and Wilson” in front of the crowd.

She’d come. Oh would she come.

OoOo

She escaped her gilded cage for a moment.

A modern Cinderella with wings.

The forest king awaited her arrival.

Unknown royalty among winglessly winged.

The glass slipper awaited to be shattered.

The bond grew.

As did the danger.

Such was the fate of the fae.

Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne/Unknown Female

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

Words: Chapter 5: 1,898

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. Enjoy.

****Warning!!! (Domestic Violence scene)****

The Fate of the Fae: Chapter 5

The village was in disrepair. Barely a fraction of the original population survived the attacks. Bodies laid to rest in the streets dried blood of silver flaking from them. A pyre had been erected in the middle of the makeshift cabins, once a shining accomplishment of this clan, in which to burn the bodies. There were too many to bury.

Willow woman looked horrified and tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked upon faces she had known. Cared for. Adored.

Forest father could do nothing other than open his arms and allow her to curl her body against his. The elder watched them curiously but silently. Now was not the time to bring up tradition. Now was the time for action towards the beasts that terrorized her clan.

“Enough tears Madison, we have work to do.” She snapped at her daughter. Her words were harsh but there was a tenderness in her voice. Andrew raised his head at the name. Not once had Willow woman expressed her name to him. He’d always just called her Willow. It was not uncommon for the fae to hide their names. To give your name was to give another control over your very soul. To everyone he was forest father. Madison, as he now knew, was Willow woman, and they had always referred to the revered leader of the clan simply as Elder.

He knew this was all common practice. It was safer for her name not to be known. Still he stiffened against her body as he heard it called out from her mother. She had never hid anything from him before. This name felt like an unspoken secret between them.

She felt him stiffen and pulled back to look up at him. He allowed his face to remain neutral but she still took a step back looking hurt by his indifference.

She could tell something was wrong and it hurt her that he seemed almost...angry?

Her mother called her name again and she could not deny her mother. She turned from the Forest Father and went to her mother’s side. Without a word they made their way towards the pile of wingless bodies that were slowly being thrown upon the high rising flames. Dancing fire over the dead.

The Elder turned back towards Andrew and stared him down. Almost challenging him to argue her next statement.

“You have work to do, do you not?” She snapped before turning back towards the funeral pyre for the members of her clan long passed.

He ran a frustrated hand through his hair knotted with tangles and pulled at it.

Why?

Why had he pushed Willow woman away? Why had he stiffened?

It was only a name.

Oh and the way she had looked at him. Like a betrayer. Like he was the one who had held something back from her.

He had not told her his name.

Not when he’d laid her down in the field and let his hands wander idly over ever inch of her body. As the milky white flesh grew tiny goosebumps as the tips of his long thing fingers traced patterns over every inch.

When he had known her as she was. As his slightly crooked teeth had sank into her flesh ever so lightly. Careful, always careful, not to leave a mark someone could see. He’d left his mark on her though. Bruises on the outsides of her thighs from when he gripped her so tightly.

They had crossed a boundary. She could be cast out for what she’d done. He could be put to death.

They didn’t care.

He had not crossed her threshold but oh did he want to. He wanted desperately to know the warmth of her doorway.

He ached in his chest for her.

Now he had pushed her away.

He growled. A primal sound deep in his throat.

He prowled the grass a few times before glancing at the burning pile of bodies in the center of this makeshift village. Nothing in this place seemed permanent except for death. The village stank of it.

He looked for her. Willow woman or Madison, if she allowed him to call her that, was nowhere to be seen.

Another growl.

Then he stalked towards the forest.

He slipped past the tree line and accepted that he had passed the gate into the world of monsters.

Such was the fate of the fae.

OoOo

She was laid out before him. Bare. Wearing nothing but the silky white of her skin. Budding pink stood out from her chest. The rest of her was the color of milk pale as a wedding veil.

She was his though he would never own her.

This was a creature incapable of being captured.

No, but she could be possessed.

Filled by him. Filled by his presence, his warmth, his love, and body.

She made him dizzy to simply look upon her in this form. It was almost as if he could see a silvery aura around her. Like a pair of thin wings or even the boughs of a willow trees. A simple trick of the light he pushed it away.

Her green eyes watched him curiously and she held her breath like a simple exhale would scare him away.

Nothing, nothing, could pull him away at this moment.

No he would laugh with joy when his pillar of pride sunk in.

Finally with the weight of her in his arms he would be at peace. He could feel complete finally. Not like he was searching for the other half of him somewhere out in the world. Here she was. That missing part he’d desperately looked for in every woman he’d ever bedded. This was his Wasteland, Baby.

Finally, oh finally.

He ran his rough fingers over her flesh and she shivered at his touch. He took a sharp inhale at the way he played and teased her body. She smiled a lazy half smile at him and let out a small giggle at her own reaction and he smile back. Oh it felt like it had been so long since he’d truly smiled.

He needed no help to guide his hands over each sensitive space with his tentative touch. Still, he accepted her guidance as she gripped his hands moving them where she wanted him.

He was there. Almost there. So close inside the walls of her room.

Then a look of horror passed over her face. A feeling of dread filled his body at her look. Like a piece of ice sliding down his spine he looked down at her pausing in his movements.

“Andrew?” She asked in her sweet tentative voice. The calm in her voice did not match the expression of fear on her face.

“Andrew?!” Her voice became more intense until she was practically screaming his name but not in the way he wanted her to be in that moment.

He jerked awake. Looking around bleary eyed he saw Madison’s number clutched in one hand, his phone clutched in the other. He looked around to see one of his band mates staring down at him.

“W...what?” He asked still confused. Still clutching on to the oh so pleasant dream that was quickly slipping away.

“You were sleeping like the dead.” Andrew put down the already tattered piece of paper and his phone and ran large hands down his face before shaking his head letting his dark untamed mane brush from side to side.

“Yeah. Just tired I guess. What’s up?” He ground the palms of his hands into his eyes still trying to wake up from what definitely hadn’t felt like a dream.

“Sound check started 5 minutes ago. Everyone is waiting for you.”

“Right. I'll be right there.” Andrew swiftly swung himself out of the hotel bed giving a backwards glance at the piece of paper on his nightstand before slipping into the bathroom.

Before leaving he grabbed his phone and tucked the paper into the pocket of yet another flannel shirt certain he would not leave it behind before heading out the door.

OoOo

He paced in front of her his anger red hot. She could feel it radiating off of him in waves. He’d pause for a moment, look at her, scowl and begin his pacing again. She refused to give him the satisfaction of looking scared. She would not act like the prey he so desperately wanted her to be.

Another pace. Another scowl.

“Where were you?” He growled for the third time at her.

“I was dancing.”

“Where?”

“At a bar. Your snake over there knew right where I was.” This was also the third time she had said this. The snake cast from Eden to crawl on his belly refused to confirm or deny this so still he husband to be paced.

“Who did you talk to?”

“No one. I was dancing by myself.”

“Lies. Lies and deceit!” He practically screamed at her. She tried her hardest not to flinch. He didn’t strike her. He didn’t have to. The Snake did it for him. His hand landed with expert precision across her cheek and an explosion of pain broke out in her head. She fell to her knees despite her desire not to. She could taste coppery blood and when she touched her hand to her mouth it came away slick with red like cherry wine.

“Next time tell the truth Madison.” Her betrothed said absently over his shoulder as he stormed from the room. The snake followed quick on his heels.

She spit the blood out of her mouth and took satisfaction in the way it fucked up his freshly waxed floor.

Little victories.

Next time she’d manage to stay on her feet.

She left the room then. Stalking up the stairs to her room where she in a fit of petty defiance slammed the door. She collapsed on the bed and traitorous tears began to spill down her cheeks. She wiped away at them furiously. Angry at herself for allowing that man, that thing to make her cry.

She pulled her phone out of her purse and checked her notifications but what she was looking for was not there. It had been dangerous and flat out stupid to give Andrew her number but she simply could not walk away from him completely. She should never havedone that. Still she kept checking her phone every few minutes as the tears slowly began to dry up.

Maybe he truly didn’t remember her. He’d pulled her name from thin air as if he had. As if he knew what had happened 3,000 years ago when the fae were still ruling this earth. Before the age of man. She had thought so much he remembered what she was to him.

She had thought he would be her savior.

But he was no savior.

She would have to save herself.

OoOo

She was trapped by iron bars that could not be seen.

He was trapped by the iron around his heart.

She pined for him.

He ached for her.

She was taken. Not by free will.

He was lost. No by choice.

He needed her.

She wanted him.

They were both lost.

But not together.

They had been found by each other.

Still they both searched for a way to be free.

Such was the fate of the fae.

Synopsis:

Arlenne, a normal girl with a not so normal past, suddenly gets dragged into a hidden world called Terre Sainte, a place filled with angels, magic, and things she thought only existed in stories. Turns out, she’s not as ordinary as she thought.

With Liam by her side, she’s forced into a war against Hellion, the king of the Diablos. But the deeper she gets, the more she realizes, this isn’t just about saving a world… it’s about losing everything she has left.

There are spoilers in this introduction, so you can skip it. I recommend reading it after you finish the story!!!!

Character Introduction & Worldbuilding

Characters :

Arlenne Cassandra Westwood : an 18 year old girl from Manchester. (Face claim: Phia Saban)

Liam : an angel of light who becomes Arlenne’s companion. (Face claim: Liam Gallagher from Oasis)

Hellion the king of the Diablos. (Face claim: Rami Malek)

Kai : a powerful ancient sorcerer who appears as a young boy. (Face claim: Walker Scobell )

Worldbuilding :

-Terre Sainte : is a mystical realm where different beings coexist, including angels, pegasus, elves, sirens, unicorns, and more.

-The Diablos are similar to demons, but instead of calling them “demons,” they are referred to as Diablos to give them a distinct identity.

-Arlenne’s mother was originally an angel from Terre Sainte. She fell in love with a human and chose to abandon her immortality to live a mortal life with him.

-Arlenne’s mother was once one of the most important angels in Terre Sainte

-Both angels and Diablos are immortal, but they can still be killed by sacred artifacts such as holy weapons or relics.

-The holy sword and holy book are used for attacking.

-The holy ring, however, is purely for protection and cannot be used as a weapon.

Arlenne Cassandra Westwood is a 18 year old girl from Manchester, England.

She’s an orphan, living alone with her mother. There’s nothing particularly special about Arlenne, she’s just an ordinary teenager with a pretty ordinary life.

One day, on her way to Petersburg High School, Arlenne receives a call on her phone. Her mother has been in a car accident and is now in the emergency room. Panicked, Arlenne rushes to the hospital, but she’s too late. She doesn’t even get the chance to see her mother one last time.

She buries her mother near their home. The very next day, debt collectors start calling. It turns out her mother left behind a large amount of debt now it’s all Arlenne’s responsibility. To survive, she starts working at a small café near her house.

Despite everything, Arlenne keeps trying to study whenever she can. But pushing herself too hard takes a toll on her body, she develops severe anemia. The stress piles up, and eventually, she falls into deep depression… to the point where she considers ending her own life.

Just as she’s about to do it, a man suddenly appears beside her and cuts the rope from her neck.

“You can’t do this,” he says. “You’re the one chosen to save us.”

Shocked and confused, Arlenne reacts on instinct and punches him. But something strange happens, white wings suddenly appear from his back.

“Why did you hit me?” the man asks.

Overwhelmed with fear and confusion, Arlenne faints.

Five hours later, she wakes up, thinking it was all just a dream.

But the man is still there, sitting beside her, smiling.

“Hello,” he says. “My name is Liam. I’m a guardian angel.”

He explains that his mission is to find “the chosen one” written in their sacred book, and that person is Arlenne. He tells her she must come with him to save their world.

Still confused and hesitant, Arlenne doesn’t respond.

Noticing her doubt, Liam adds,

“Maybe… you could even save your mother.”

Arlenne’s eyes widen.

“Really?! My mom can come back?!”

“…Yes,” Liam answers, uncertain.

That’s enough for her.

“Fine. I’ll do it. I’ll save your world as long as my mom comes back. I’ll do anything.”

Liam knows he’s making a promise he might not be able to keep… but it’s the only way she’ll come.

“Let’s go,” he says.

They travel into a dense forest, where a hidden portal lies.

Without hesitation, they step through it.

On the other side, Arlenne finds herself in a breathtaking world called "Terre Sainte", a blessed land filled with beauty. The architecture resembles ancient Rome, and even the people dress in similar styles.

She stares in awe, especially when she sees a Pegasus flying across the sky.

“This is our world,” Liam says. “Or… it was peaceful, before the Diablos attacked.”

Arlenne lowers her gaze.

“How am I supposed to save a world like this? I can’t even fix my own problems…”

Liam shakes his head.

“You do have power. It’s just sealed.”

She let out a small, disbelieving laugh.

“Sealed? That doesn’t make any sense.”

Liam hesitated for a moment, then said more carefully,

“…You’re not like most people.”

Arlenne immediately shook her head.

“Yeah, no. I’m pretty sure I am.”

Liam sighed softly.

“Your mom… she’s not just an ordinary human.”

Arlenne scoffed.

“Okay, now you’re just making stuff up.”

“She came from Terre Sainte,” Liam continued, still calm. “She chose to live as a human.”

Arlenne crossed her arms, clearly unconvinced.

“Right. And I’m supposed to just believe that?”

Liam didn’t push her.

“…You don’t have to. You’ll understand eventually.”

To unlock her power, they seek help from a powerful sorcerer named Kai who surprisingly looks very young, despite being over 4,500 years old.

Kai immediately begins the ritual.

As he chants in an unknown language, Arlenne feels intense pain in her chest. Her body trembles, her vision blurs, and she collapses.

She wakes up eight hours later.

Outside, she finds Liam training with Kai. As Liam spreads his wings, Arlenne can’t help but stare.

“They’re… beautiful,” she whispers.

Liam quickly turned away, pretending to focus on his training, but the faint redness on his cheeks gave him away. He wasn’t used to compliments, especially not from her.

For someone who had faced countless battles without fear, this… was something he didn’t quite know how to handle.

Kai, watching from the side, let out a quiet chuckle. He didn’t say anything but the look in his eyes made it obvious.

Young feelings were always the most transparent.

After training, Kai tells Arlenne she’s ready. Strong. Gifted. The chosen one.

But before they can celebrate, the sky suddenly darkens.

Kai steps outside and freezes.

Standing there is Hellion, the leader of the Diablos.

“It’s been a long time, Kai…” Hellion said, his voice calm yet filled with mockery.

Kai’s expression hardened instantly.

“Hellion… so you finally show yourself.”

Hellion let out a low laugh.

“Did you really think you could protect this world forever?”

Kai clenched his fists, magic beginning to gather around him.

“Even if it costs my life… I will stop you.”

Hellion smirked.

“You couldn’t stop me before. What makes you think you can now?”

Without warning, a brutal battle begins. Despite his strength, Kai is overwhelmed. Mortally wounded, he sends a telepathic message to Arlenne and Liam;

“Run… he’s too strong…”

But it’s too late.

Hellion kills him.

Liam and Arlenne arrive moments after.

Kai is gone.

Liam breaks down, crying. Arlenne hugs him, trying to comfort him, even though she’s shaking herself.

Then Hellion appears.

The sky darkened unnaturally as Hellion stepped forward, his presence alone enough to suffocate the air around them.

"You must be the chosen one,” he says, smirking at Arlenne.

Liam tightened his grip on his sword, stepping slightly in front of Arlenne.

“Stay behind me.”

Arlenne immediately shook her head, summoning her spear.

“No. We do this together.”

Hellion let out a low, amused laugh.

“How touching. Two fragile beings standing against me… do you really think that will change anything?”

Liam’s wings spread wide, glowing faintly.

“We don’t need to change everything.”

His voice was calm but firm.

“We just need to stop you.”

Without another word,

they attacked.

The clash was instant.

Arlenne lunged forward, her spear cutting through the air with surprising force. Liam followed right after, striking from the side with precise, calculated movements.

Hellion blocked both attacks effortlessly.

“Too slow.”

With a single motion, he pushed them back.

Arlenne slid across the ground, barely managing to steady herself.

Liam moved again faster this time.

Steel clashed against dark energy as he aimed directly for Hellion’s chest.

Hellion smirked.

“Better.”

He caught Liam’s blade with one hand, and crushed the force behind it.

Liam’s eyes widened slightly. in that brief moment

“Liam, move!” Arlenne shouted.

She charged in, driving her spear toward Hellion’s heart.

The impact, finally

made contact, A shallow wound.

Hellion looked down… then laughed.

“So this is the chosen one?”

Before Arlenne could react,

a blast of dark energy hit her directly.

Her body was thrown back violently, crashing into the ground.

“Arlenne!!”

Liam’s voice broke.

He rushed to her side, dropping to his knees.

“Hey, hey, stay with me"

No response, her breathing was weak.

Too weak.

Slowly, Liam stood up.

The air around him changed.

His wings flared wider, glowing brighter than before.

When he turned back to Hellion, his expression was no longer calm.

It was cold.

“Don't you ever dare touch her again!!"

Hellion tilted his head slightly.

“And what exactly are you going to do… alone?”

Liam didn’t answer, he just moved.

This time, he was faster.

Way more faster than before.

Every strike was sharper, heavier, more desperate.

Steel met darkness again and again, sparks and shadows tearing through the battlefield.

Hellion narrowed his eyes.

“Now this… is interesting.”

Liam didn’t stop.

Didn’t hesitate, didn’t hold back.

Even when Hellion’s attacks began to land cuts across his arm

blood at the corner of his lips, he kept going.

Because behind him, she was still there.

Unmoving.

“You’re burning yourself out,” Hellion said, almost amused.

“In this situation, you’ll die before you even touch me.”

Liam finally spoke, his voice low.

“Then I’ll end this.”

He lunged again, taking a direct hit to get closer

his blade slicing across Hellion’s side.

A deeper wound this time.

Hellion’s smile faded slightly.

“…So you are willing to die.”

Liam’s grip tightened.

For a moment, his gaze flickered.

Back to Arlenne,

Lying there.

Silent.

“…You don’t get it,” he said quietly.

Then louder "I’m not fighting to win.”

Hellion frowned slightly.

“I’m fighting”

Liam’s wings flared with blinding light

“to protect her.”

Hellion attacked.

Dark energy surged forward unstoppable

aimed straight past Liam, toward Arlenne.

Liam saw it.

And without hesitation, he moved.

He stepped in front of her.

Pulled her into his arms.

And took the hit, the impact tore through him.

Light shattered,

Silence fell.

Arlenne fights with everything she has but she’s no match. She’s struck down, lying helpless on the ground.

As her vision fades, she sees her mother.

“You must protect this world,” her mother says softly. “It’s your world too.”

She gives Arlenne a sacred ring one that can purify the Diablos.

As her mother held her, Arlenne felt something unfamiliar, warm, radiant, almost otherworldly. There was something different about her… something she had never noticed before.

“I wasn’t always from your world,” her mother said softly. “I was born in Terre Sainte… just like you.”

“You carry more than just your own fate,” her mother continued. “You carry mine… and the power of this world within you.”

Arlenne awakens stronger than before.

But Liam is already on the brink of death.

As Hellion prepares another attack, Liam shields Arlenne with his body.

“Why would you do that?!” she cries.

“If you’re casting a spell… the ring won’t protect you,” he says weakly.

In that moment, the ring glows.

The “sacrifice” needed to defeat Hellion… isn’t Arlenne.

It’s Liam.

His body fades into glowing particles.

“If there’s another life… I want to meet you again,” he whispers. “Not like this… just as someone who can stay by your side.”

Arlenne breaks down, screaming, begging him not to go.

But he’s gone.

With tears streaming down her face, Arlenne stands.

She seals Hellion’s power and drives her spear straight through his heart.

This time it works.

Hellion is destroyed.

After the battle, Arlenne is honored as a hero in Terre Sainte.

They offer her leadership but she refuses, She chooses to return to her world.

To live a normal life.

And for the first time in a long time,

To heal.

Though she still remembers Liam, but she finally lets go.

Arlenne smiles again.

-The End-