Hozier Stories

⚠️ strictly for kneegrows ⚠️ ~I haven't read many stories with much representation so I hope I can be that for some of you :) ••• Y/N is a 28 year old black woman. She is 5'11 and is thick 😩🤞🏾. She works as a geneticist at one of the highest rated hospitals in Chicago. She has just finished her ph.D and just wants to work for a bit. When work becomes too much, she turns to reading. She loves reading, it's like her getaway, but when she meets Andrew, will it be her only one? some chapters contain smut ⚠️🔞 ~ I will put a warning

"With her straw blond hair, her arms hard and lean, She's the Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene" Stiles was aware that his heart was at her feet just like everyone else before him have and she just stepped on them like it was the only possible way for her to go through life. Lydia was like a drug to him, a drug with green eyes that could burn down the world one day if she felt like doing it. She was broken in so many ways that people gave up trying to fix her a long time ago. She was a fucking mess and still he was quite sure he loved her.

Hi! This is a super short piece I wrote when I felt extra wlw lmao. Let me know how you like it! <3 (inspired by Take Me To Church - Hozier)

You are the lead singer of a rock band. Your music brings out the happiness in people's souls. The band gets famous in the UK as time goes by and you are pretty excited about it. But one day things change...maybe for the best.

Two women are forced to be reborn again and again as they fight to prove their love defies time, mortality, doctrine, and whatever control the afterlife deity ever believed he possessed over Bea and Francesca's fate. Inspired by Dante's "Inferno" and Hozier's song, "Francesca," this story was written as a mirror for my beloved fellow queers to see themselves and their lived experiences lovingly and respectfully represented in media. I also hope this story serves as a window for allies and soon-to-be allies to glimpse the very real fears, hopes, dreams, and experiences of the LGBTQ+ community. I was able to present Andrew Hozier-Byrne a copy of this exact script during his concert in Salt Lake City, Utah, on August 1, 2025. He spoke with me about this story and accepted the copy as a gift! The proof-of-concept short film, "Francesca," was released on February 16, 2026. A rewrite of the feature-length script will begin over the next year or two, with eventual efforts to produce the feature film. My story is for the Beas and Francescas of the world. For those who navigate the winding paths of self-discovery and love with a hopeful heart. May you always find the strength to be authentically you, to love fiercely and without apology, and to know that your story (in all its beautiful complexity) is worthy of being told and, most importantly, worthy of being lived.

While on tour in America, Hozier's best backup singer gets incredibly sick and can't sing anymore. She suggests her only cousin in the states, Charlotte Walsh. Charlie has the voice of a siren and the beauty to match. Andrew can't understand why she has him hanging on her every word. Charlie can't understand why his smile makes her so happy. Neither of them have felt this way for so long, they don't know how to react. Will she choose friendship and familiarity, or will she be brave enough for romance?

*Sitting on the edge of the world, staring into the Abyss, strumming a guitar and humming alone when you walked by.

How many years I know I'll bare I found something In the woods somewhere x Inspired by Hozier's In The Woods Somewhere

As I walk into the dark night of the forest with only a lantern and a devotion inside me to find something buried, but finding something graceful. Setting my lantern down, as I do this it makes long and elegant shadows creeping up on the trees. I see a shadow on the ground that leads me to you. Slipping my hand between your head and the earth. I pick you up gently. Unsure, but, knowing I will not ask you where you came from. I will not ask you, neither should you. Stumbling, starting to collapse still having a ways to go before we get to the cabin. Finally getting there taking a deep breath, smelling the moisture in the air, looking up thinking how it could rain. I start taking you in to the bedroom, laying you down in the bed, and unfolding a blanket to cover your shaking body. After that, desperate to take a break I slammed my aching body onto the chair next to the bed. Not able to sleep,my brain is having a running marathon. I am not able to stop it. The sunshine pushing in through the blind. Warm wind comes gushing in I am enlightened with fresh air, taking a bite out of it. Gently opening my eyes, you were still asleep looking innocent and pure. I get up gently not wanting to wake you. I walk outside and sit down thinking, after a while. You come walking out looking for answers. Even when I told what happened you were still confused wanting to ask questions but in some sad way you already knew. After a couple of days you were still here unsure where to go but with no fear. Your eyes are still seeking and so are mean. We haven't talked, I don't even know your name. We just set on the porch and stare feeling like we know each other but knowing that's not it. Both wanting to ask questions but not wanting or knowing how to give answers. That's s why I will not ask you where you came from, I will not ask you, neither would you. Go listen to the song Like real people do by Hozier

He was a temptation she couldn't resist.

You are a young transgender adult, you have been taking guitar lessons at the same studio since you were fourteen. over the years no matter how many kids left and came, one always caught your eye.

This idea has been stuck in my head since I saw the music video, and while I originally was gonna make it a full story, I'm going to try and push all my ideas into this -- a short story written by yours truly at any time after midnight. So expect some mistakes and a hell of a lot of imagination, but I worked damn hard on this, and I'm proud.

I have a great deal of trouble remembering things and feelings in my life. This is more of a way for me to look back and recall moments, emotions, ideas, and thoughts in my life better. It's a personal accounting of things that happens to be welcome to the public. Let's see how this goes.

I wrote a short story based off of a verse from the song; "Work song" by Hozier It's not done yet, and I will be trying to add more.

giving Hozier songs plots & lore they are gonna have names !!! & they might not be pretty to you so my bad gang <3

«Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.» Victor Hugo Disclaimer: I do not own any of these songs