Hiraeth Stories

who was he, if not the orphaned mist? and she, the hush of dawn's first kiss? did she scorch, or did she stay? Or was she the light that let him stay?

In the quiet hum of a coffee shop, a chance encounter changes everything. She wasn't expecting him-just another customer, another fleeting face-but something about the way he lingered, the way his presence filled the space, made her pause. What begins as a simple meeting over brewed coffee slowly unfolds into a story of connection, vulnerability, and the unexpected warmth of companionship. This is not just about caffeine and routine-it's about how one stranger can stir emotions long tucked away, and how a single moment can redefine what it means to be seen.

When a universe-destroying parasite escapes after two years of containment, Callie has one main important thing to do, contain. that. parasite. This fanfic will include multiple fandoms such CRK, the OSC, etc. (Btw, this fic is a W.I.P., so everything might be all over the place, and there will be TW's for some chapters in the near future :3) Edit: Almost all the characters in this fic aren't mine (except for Callie, they're my oc) and they belong to their respective owners :D Another edit I would like to make is nothing in this fic is canon (except for what happens w/ Callie) and might mischaracterize characters in certain chapters!

hiraeth: a desire to go back to home that is no longer there, or never was atsumu knew it was a lie. he knew who hinata pretended he was. but hinata was home, and he just couldn't bring himself to care.

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Meraki [may-rah-kee] the soul, creativity, or love put into something; the essence of yourself that is put into your work meet my oc's 2017 © bxtchnuts

Bisakah Yua Hirayama melewati semuanya?

Magic isn't real. Neither are wolf children or a girl who likes to change fate. ..Right? ---- Warnings for swearing and violence.

Hiraeth : A long to be home. Rowen and Leyland haven't felt at home for a long time.

His beloved hiraeth.

Luna Lexington (She/Her) is visited by dreams she hasn't had since she was young. She dreams of a land of castles, deep forests, music, magic, and peace but it all feels so real. Luna keeps a diary of the dreams and her time with her girlfriend Aurora (She/They) and best friend Jax (They/Them). Is this all just a dream or does she need to find Hiraeth?

hiraeth (n) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home that never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost place of your past. In which Remus Lupin writes letters to his dead wife. "you were my home,,

hiraeth: a home sickness for a home you cannot return to, or one that never was - Based of the dream smp storyline! WARNING: will include... violence, gore, angst, war and FLUFF

so sweet, impulsive, and bad. longing for something good kids never had.

When a girl from a small village must make a decision between freedom and prosperity, the world falls around her and she is the only one who can pick up the pieces.

where my thoughts, ideas, dreams, fantasies and experiences all jumble up.

"Out of all the missing pieces , you're the only one who fits." - Hiraeth

From a casual school day in the 2000s, to comical action scenes, follow the perspectives of three highschoolers as they run away from their destiny. Literally. They actually run away. THIS BOOK CONTAINS TWS SUCH AS: -cursing -blood -crime -violence -and others

[ Warning: Written 2 years ago. I recommend reading my newer ones if you prefer better and more current writing.] Hiraeth. An earnest longing or desire, a desire for home. In this world, home is a hard place to come by. Titans devour the hope of humanity every waking moment. Blood curdling screams repetitively echo throughout the evening skies, and blood is splattered over the rusting walls that are built to protect. This world is sick. Everything is sick. I know this all too well. But is there anything that can bring me to a place called home...? Or maybe... Anyone? (Completed in 2021)

(n). A blend of homesickness, nostalgia and deep longing for something, especially one's home in Wales; an ode to the loss of our homeland, our language and our traditions. •I update this quite infrequently :(•