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Hiraeth | Pt.10

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Words: 7,272.

Genre: Zombie apocalypse au, angst.

Summary: A world full of dwindling hope and lost loves and yet you and Jungkook are all the other needs to feel at home.

Warning: Contains mature content (such as coarse language and violent themes).

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“have you ever,” I ask suddenly.
you look at me with open-sky eyes and I falter with a swollen heart, then continue
“have you ever in your life felt like you were missing something but never had it in the first place?”
you laugh and it stills the throats of birds,
shuts the door of my mouth with an ease that I never mind.
my gaze stitches itself to you as you get up and with a movement I both lose from memory and remember perfectly, fit yourself into my lap.
the sun sits with us, leaving gentle kisses on any bared skin, and i close my eyes with tears gathering like a mass to witness my fulfillment.
the sun burns steadier as I open my eyes alone, woken by the sharp chirrup of a bird outside.
my tongue feels like cotton in my mouth and I raise my fingers to my cheeks to find them soaked.
I lie in bed with a feverish, starving heart.


“So, like, who are you? And how’d you end up on the island? Oh, I’m Lilypad, by the way! Lilypad Waters. What’s your name?” 

Lilypad is so excited. It makes me feel a bit bad that I don’t have any answers for her. 

“I … I don’t know. I woke up on the beach, and I don’t remember … anything. Not how I got here or where I came from, or even my name … but, you can call me Hiraeth. I guess that’s my name now. Just Hiraeth.” 

“Oh … I’m sorry …” 

“It’s … whatever. But - hey!” I feel a sudden spark of hope. “Maybe I’m not stuck here - I mean, how did you get here?” 

Lilypad shifts awkwardly, and avoids my gaze. The hope vanishes as quickly as it appeared. 

“Uh … a couple years back, when I was a teen, my pod got caught up in this storm - and I washed up here. I’ve tried leaving before but, we’re in the eye of the storm, basically. I mean, there’s storms all around us, and you can’t get through them.” 

“ … oh.” 

Nothing Good Happens After 2AM

Word Count: 1515
Genre: Angst
Summary: You drunk call Jimin at 3:15AM, and both of you wish he never answered the phone

Nothing good ever happens after 2AM

 It was something Jimin’s mother always said to him, when he stumbled home late after a day of hanging out with people, when he bid goodbye to his family members to hang out with his friends, or when he walked home with his family after a night at a family dinner. Jimin never did pay much attention to what she meant by it, always nodding his head to what she said before giving her a smile and heading off on his own.

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yo! I’m a newcomer to hiraeth! figured I’d make an intro before I get the ball rolling. My name’s Kaide, she/they pronouns. I’ve been apart of several mfrps before, but it’s the first time i’m playing this particular muse. I hope it goes well, and I can’t wait to get to know y’all!

Yian Garuga - The Black Wolf

I was trying to capture his angry and wild attitude through imagery so I hope it comes across!  

Also I want to apologize for my volatile posting schedule, but there’s always more on the way! If you do like my work you can check out my other blog where I update daily!