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This is my art piece for LeftoverWatermelon’s (ao3/insta) “Not Quite Nothing,” a Purple Hyacinth fanfiction for the PH mini bang!!
It’s an amazing fic full of jealous Will, Lauren enjoying her friend being so flustered, and a mysterious new character.. give it a read here!: Not Quite Nothing
I had so much fun with my team, LeftoverWatermelon (author) and @mys-storybook (beta), for this event! Thank you to you both for the wholesome memories! It was an honor to worth with you all.
Thank you to @citizensofardhalis for hosting the PH mini bang! I had a really good time participating and am so grateful to be a part of such a wonderful PH experience!!
I will make another post explaining the details in this art piece! So many details in this one :)
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William Hawkes/Kym Ladell, William Hawkes & Lauren Sinclair, William Hawkes & Kieran White
Characters:
William Hawkes, Kym Ladell, Original Female Character(s), Lauren Sinclair (Purple Hyacinth), Kieran White
Additional Tags:
Fluff, Feelings Realization, Slice of Life, Obliviousness in different flavours, Idiots in Love, OC is the MVP here, working overtime for these dummies, will William et his head out of his ass?, lauki are just chillin in the back but you know they flirt in the archives when no one’s watching
Summary:
A mysterious someone from Kym’s past comes into town, and brings with them memories and tension at the precinct. Who’s this woman who’s coming out of nowhere, bursting into their lives and brings chaos over everyone’s (William’s) emotions?
Or
Kym’s ex is visiting Ardhalis, and wants to reminisce fond memories. William gets jealous. Kym somehow gets jealous too. Lauren and Kieran wish pop-corn existed so that they could fully enjoy the show.
this piece is paired with scmarshtacky's fic "road that ran red" on ao3 and is a contribution to the @citizensofardhalis mini bang event! i had lots of fun participating, hope everyone enjoys the story and art :D
Hanbury Massacre, Very dark moments of Kieran's past, Flashback, Action, Kieran as the Purple Hyacinth, younger Kieran, ends on a happier note
Summary:
After the events of 43, Kieran finds himself reflecting on his past assassinations, for truly, Lauren was not wrong when she called him a monster. As his heart screamed within his chest, he had described his murders to her with a flood of words that wouldn’t stop. Now, the memories pour into his mind, landing on one of his most infamous - the one that instilled fear into the people of Ardhalis as a whole - the street he’d turned into a river of blood one afternoon. Hanbury.
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Lauren Sinclair (Purple Hyacinth), Kieran White, Belladona Davenport, Neyra Elena Darcy, Rafael Hawkes, Morpheus (Purple Hyacinth)
Additional Tags:
Post-canon, Canon Continuation, Angst, Crack, MB for Mental Breakdown, Action, Much-needed hugs, Rescue me from writing
Summary:
Lauren has been captured, made into a useful bargaining chip in Redcliff's clutches. But he's underestimated his opponents, as, with the help of unlikely allies, they dare hatch a rescue plot.
Having reflected on recent times and her inner struggles, Lauren is ready to fight back and protect those she cares about. But she must decide how far she's willing to go.
Post-Canon, Afterstory, time skip, Lauki growing old, Reminiscing, Canon and post-canon memories, Lauki with (older) children, Brief Bittersweetness, happy endings
Summary:
A three (and a half)-part short story collection that is set at three different points in time after the conclusion of the presumed War of Ardhalis and following the Phantom Scythe’s destruction.
Part 1: With the city still smoldering in the aftermath of the recent civil war, Kieran has decided to leave Ardhalis for the time being to let the city recover and move on from the tragedy that the PS has brought. Lauren watches his departure and travels the city absent-mindedly as she struggles with the unexpected void left by her partner.
Part 1.5: Kieran struggles to write a letter informing Lauren of his return back to Ardhalis.
Part 2: Set five years later, Kieran has at last returned to Ardhalis. Lauren is there to greet him upon his arrival, and the two travel through some of their old haunts, enjoying the company of each other.
Part 3: Decades have now passed, and as Lauren and Kieran reach their twilight years, they reminisce on all the things they have done throughout their life - the turmoil and struggles that they have overcome together, as well as the tender moments they’ve had in their relationship as a couple and the unexpected antics of their children.
band!au, Musicians, Mutual Pining, former oppressive contract, Drinking, Smoking, Swearing, Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Band contest, modern!AU, Kym on drums and a bit of bass, Lauren on guitar and as a singer, will playing piano, Kieran plays bass, Dylan lives but only if you squint, Kissing, Happy Ending
Summary:
Kieran had been part of a notorious band for the late years of his teens and his early twenties. Notorious meaning: stories of drinking, hazardously left hotel rooms and smashed instruments. Because somehow his old management thought that there was no bad news, only news that got him or more like the band he played in more famous. And it was his role, his task, to make the band have a story after every concert. He owed it to them, or so his managers told him. They were the ones who made him have enough money to live on his own after all. But after a fight with his bandmate Belladonna, he was kicked off. Disillusioned and ready for his next drink, Kieran stumbled into a bar. And heard a voice so mesmerizingly beautiful, he just had to be part of her band, whatever it took. Luck is on his side, as Lauren, the one with the beautiful voice and face and personality and everything, Kym, ball of chaos and energy on the drums, and Will, the calming background vocalist and keyboarder, on the verge off getting traction in the industry, are searching for a new bass player…
@on-and-on-and-on moodboard, playlist and pinterest board:
Fluff, Platonic Relationships, Implied Relationships, No Plot/Plotless, Just Vibes, Halloween, Party, cooking together, Drinking, Flirting, Halloween Costumes, Soft Lauren Sinclair/Kieran White, chaotic kym, Cuddling & Snuggling, Trick or Treating, doing each others makeup, Will plays a pipe organ, playing cards, everyone is happy, nothing bad happens, making candy, Cute Happy, this exists in a bubble outside of cannon, Alcohol, staying up late, lauren is very motherly, Will is so neurodivergent
Summary:
Lauren is throwing a Halloween party at her uncle’s house. There will be costumes, group cooking, trick or treaters and fun autumnal vibes all around! Kym and Will are wearing matching outfits and Lukas and Lila continue to pretend they don’t like each other. Lauren gets to let her more domestic side show for once,and Kieran gets to feel like he has friends. Everyone is finally allowed to relax and enjoy a stress-free holiday. The night is bound to be filled with spooky music, sweet treats, laughter, shenanigans and plenty of flirting.
@geonosianbugaboo 's art:
@on-and-on-and-on pinterest board and music playlist:
here's the piece i did for the purple hyacinth minibang!! thanks to @citizensofardhalis for organizing, and check out the fic here:
Blades, by @neyrasimp and beta-ed by @zyrafowe-sny <3
(p.s: this is a scene for a chapter yet to come! ;))
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Lauren Sinclair, Kieran White, Kym Ladell, William Hawkes, Belladona Davenport, Neyra Elena Darcy, Lila Desroses, Lukas "Grumpy Cat" Randall
Trigger Warnings
Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Additional Tags:
Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Dragons, Simp Kieran White, Soft Lauren Sinclair/Kieran White, Lauren Sinclair/Kieran White Angst, Kieran White Needs a Hug, Tortured Kieran White, Kieran and Bella bonding, Guilt, Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, a lot of hurt/comfort, So much hurt/comfort
Summary:
Dragon! Kieran and Royal Knight! Lauren AU! The aftermath of the humans turning against Kieran. He’s reasonably pissed, Lauren reasonably panics.
Bella and Kieran got assigned their first joint mission together. But the fact that they both use blades for their killings didn't mean they felt the same way about it. Hopefully they wouldn't let their opposing views get in the way of the mission.
My pieces for the @citizensofardhalis Purple Hyacinth Mini Bang! :D Check out the fic, Bloodstained Bride, by Nyx(Constell) / ConstellTheRaynStorm and beta'd by Dandelion!
PH Mini Bang, hosted by CoA, presents the following works from the authors and artists of our server. We thank everyone for their participation and hope that you all have a wonderful time exploring these PH Fanfics and Art.
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"I'll be fine on my own, don't worry." Lauren smiled, but it looked stiff, as though her facial muscles were warring with her. "See you in an hour."
Kym's gaze showed a glimmer of concern, before she turned cheerful again. "Alright then!" She saluted, turning on her heels and marching away like a soldier.
*Still as comedic as ever,* Lauren thought, turning her back to her friend as they both walked away in different directions.
In front of her stood many, many headstones, and the statue of the guardian angel of Ardhalis - *guardian*, really, she thought - which stood, facing the sky. If one looked closely enough, the bird droppings on its face looked like tear tracks.
Tightly clasping her bouquet of flowers, she walked up to the grave where the empty casket of her long lost friend was laid. A friend she'd spent a decade remembering, fighting for, searching for. A decade of hitting dead ends, trying to take down the organization that took her friend. A path that had eventually led her to the point of no return, teaming up with the most fearsome assassin the city had ever known, and to where she stood now - the organization taken down...mostly, and new headstones upon headstones of fallen comrades and innocent civilians.
Her friend's grave had not changed one bit. What had changed however, was the way she saw it all, the whole story. Her life. Now she knew, despite the untouched, empty grave under the soil, the truth. She knew enough truth and enough lies to stand there, still haunted, yet at ease.
A cool breeze blew through her red hair, raising it from her shoulders to dance in its flow.
"Growing up, we were taught not to lie. We were taught that lies are evil.
But sometimes, the truth is worse.
And for someone like me, there were moments I wish I never knew."
The days were worse when it rained. Not that it ever was, by any means, good; but misery hung lower than ever. The cold that seeped inside the bones, the grimy water that soaked through even the best boots, the sight of hungry children in rags, huddled together under any surface that could keep even a singular drop of water from falling onto their bodies…
It never got easier walking through the streets of Greychapel. And definitely not when the only reason why he wasn't among those kids was a wild, humiliating twist of luck. One that, if he could, he would happily throw away and leave behind…if only he could.
Instead of throwing it away or leaving it behind, however, he was actively walking towards Greychapel's famous cathedral - or perhaps infamous, after his own past deeds - where the messenger awaited him.
Before he knew it, he was standing in front of the heavy wooden door. It creaked as he pushed it and was met with the familiar sight that haunted his every day:
Through the stained glass of the high windows, rained in the dim light of the gray, rainy day. A puddle of water had formed under the hole in the roof, where new raindrops fell with a rhythm that echoed between the pillars and walls. And above all, hung a chandelier.
What would it be like to walk past the church, without memories of nightmares and waking horrors all flooding one's senses, what was it like to see the weathered building as a holy place of worship, one to long for, one to seek refuge in, to whisper silent please of deserved forgiveness for human mistakes; he wondered. He could only wonder, as the place was but one to dread, for him, one to avoid on his daily path, to hold his breath as he walked by, to stay alert and ready to defend as he walked in. The scenery but a grim reminder of his misery, one he'd brought upon himself, the architecture standing heavy with ghosts of his past, his spoken plea of forgiveness only a code - “forgive me father for I have sinned”, a mark that he was who the messenger was there to hear. And his silent plea of forgiveness…undeserved.
Day after day, murder after murder, his purple hyacinths lost their initial meaning, their purpose, getting closer and closer to the mask he'd assigned them: a threat to those who stood under the flag that bore the same flower.
Just as everyday, he got closer and closer to the monster he was afraid of becoming.
On his way, was the statue of the Mother and the Child, covered in vines and lichen, weathered by the salty breeze that flew in from the river. And at last came the confessional. Meant for confessing to sins you regretted, to vow you'd never commit them again, used to announce victory in missions of death and destruction, to receive new ones, to pile corpse upon corpse, a trophy of blood.
He cleared his throat before pulling aside the curtain, sat on the wooden bench and steadied his shaking soul with a sigh.
