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Chapters: 3/?
Fandom: Purple Hyacinth - Ephemerys & Sophism (Webcomic)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Lauren Sinclair/Kieran White
Characters: Lauren Sinclair (Purple Hyacinth), Kieran White, Kym Ladell, William Hawkes, Tristan Sinclair, Dakan Rhysmel
Additional Tags: & other cast, little hurt mostly shenanigans, Light Angst, Fluff, i just need them to kiss your honor, Temporary Amnesia, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Not Canon Compliant, Some Plot, probably add more tags later, as always, Happy Ending
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When she noticed him, she turned her head to him and smiled a little. “Kieran. You’re Kieran.”
She looked oddly relieved.
He raised an amused eyebrow. “I am. And you’re Lauren.”
She blinked, then slowly mouthed the word that was her name. Lauren.
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Lauren gets amnesia AU. Honestly this is just an excuse to make lauki kiss in these dark times of hiatus
It’s chapter three! Chapter three is here! <3<3<3
#purple hyacinth#purple hyacinth fanfic#purple hyacinth fanfiction#lauki#lauki fanfic#lauki fanfiction#my writing#lauren sinclair#Kieran white#fanfic#fanfiction#purple hyacinth webtoon
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Ahahaha so you know that thing I posted about that was supposed to be a oneshot yet became a multichapter fic? Yeah this is it! It’s still a work in progress but if you’re suffering from Lauki brainrot in these times of hiatus like me, it might interest you so I thought I’d do a bit of shameless selfpromotion.
Hope you like it!
Chapters: 1/12
Fandom: Purple Hyacinth - Ephemerys & Sophism (Webcomic)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Lauren Sinclair/Kieran White, Neyra Elena Darcy/Belladona Davenport, William Hawkes/Kym Ladell, Lauren Sinclair & Kieran White, Kym Ladell & Lauren Sinclair, William Hawkes & Kym Ladell & Lauren Sinclair, William Hawkes & Lauren Sinclair, Neyra Elena Darcy & William Hawkes, Belladona Davenport & Kieran White
Characters: Lauren Sinclair (Purple Hyacinth), Kieran White, Belladona Davenport, Neyra Elena Darcy, William Hawkes, Kym Ladell
Additional Tags: Kywi just if you squint, I wanted to put more of them but had no idea how, assume they are kywi-ing in the background, My First Work in This Fandom, Not Beta Read, english isn't my first language, my first attempt at writing smut, So yeah, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, mostly canon compliant up to episode 151, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Summary:
It’s a fair exchange, really.
Kieran took the only thing she ever wanted for herself her whole life, so she’ll take the one thing he cares for in his.
Or Belladonna wants to take revenge on Kieran for "killing" Neyra.
Set in season 3, after episode 151. AU in which Sandman hasn’t turned himself in yet.
#Lauki#bellarcy#kywi#purple hyacinth#purple hyacinth webtoon#purple hyacinth fanfic#fanfic#My writing#god I haven't written anything in ages
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maybe unpopular idea but hear me out- Trials of Apollo AU
Nero tells Apollo a horrific truth: Percy is a reincarnation of Hyacinthus.
Apollo must make a choice: If he stands down and gives up, Nero promised to restore the memories of Percy’s past life, thus causing him to remember Apollo as Hyacinthus. This would mean however, he would be torn between his past life love for Apollo and his current love for Annabeth, thus the chance he may tear himself apart (which could be disastrous).
Alternatively, he could keep it to himself and keep fighting, forever doomed to know even as the series went on as written and he regained his godhood, that the love of his life has been here this entire time and has fallen in love again, unaware of who he once was, unaware of Apollo.
This could have devastating effects on Apollos mental state, especially with his new mortal perspective.
The sun could very well burn out in devastation.
#alternate universe#fanfic#percy jackson#apollo#trials of apollo#nero#purple hyacinth#hyacinthus#apollo and hyacinthus#percy jackon and the olympians#percy and apollo
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[ID: Digital drawing of the golden One Ring with the word "oops", written in dark purple and a purple hyacinth inside it. The background is circular and light purple.]
This is an entirely self-indulgent humorous piece I doodled last night, after I read @chthonion's masterpiece The Harrowing while AO3 was down (it refers to a specific scene that I will not spoil, but that still has me laughing every time I think of it. Go read it. Seriously, it's incredible.)
#lotr#silmarillion#one ring#tolkien#fanart of a fanfic#lotr fanart#echo's drawings#purple hyacinth means regret and apology#though tbh it's mostly there because the space needed filled
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Rainflower - A Purple Hyacinth Fic
Lauren was reckless. Nearly got herself killed. Again.
How many more times would Kieran have to watch his worst fears nearly realized?
A Lauki Hurt/Comfort fic inspired by Soph’s latest banner by yours truly, together with @mossy-the-bi-ballerina
Read it here!
#purple hyacinth#purple hyacinth webtoon#ph#kieran white#lauren sinclair#lauki#webcomic#webtoon#fic#fanfic#fics#writing
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Purple Hyacinth
set during ACOFAS
It constantly amazed her how big of a city Velaris is. Nothing like the little forgotten village, a few miles from the wall, where the Archerons used to reside. A city with pubs, coffee shops, restaurants, bakeries, colorful roof tiles houses and buildings! Her eyes locked on the enormous structure facing her from across the river. Buildings. When her father was still a merchant, Elain remembered visiting one of his associate’s manor, the big house containing three stores, the tallest one she had ever seen. Now she sat in a fancy coffee shop, in an outside table facing the river, the suave breeze of the Sidra blowing strands from her braid as she drank cold lemonade from a straw, her eyes drinking in the sight of the many building in front of her, some of them having more than ten story.
Running water was another luxury she quickly learned to appreciate. Elain would definitely no miss the time spent crouching in front of the fire, waiting for the buckets of heated water to get ready during the coldest days of winter, the shabby cabin rooting woods doing little to nothing to keep them warm in the night. Elain missed being human, but she wasn’t naïve to pretend not seeing the luxury of being fae, living in Night Court, having a safe home, a family ready to fight for her –a family that would not abandon her in her lowest point, not like he did. The worst part was Elain couldn’t even hate him, for she knew all long that his hate ran deeper than his love, and for that she hated herself. She used the straw to mix her drink, her eyes lingering on her naked finger, the absence of a ring being denoted by a tan line. Now she could look at without cry, now she could look at without missing him. She was done morning Graysen.
As the evening came to an end, the faelights shining on top of her head, the place already preparing for the night hours. Her ears twitched capturing the sound of happy child laughter. Elain watched the family walk by on the sidewalk, a father hand in hand with his wife, holding his daughter on his shoulders, their smiles coaxing one of hers as the little fae girl sneezed into her father’s hair.
"You look happy." Elain turned her head to find Nesta standing there, icy blue eyes glaring at her.
“Hi.” She fought to keep her smile in place, checking her sister, scanning the dark circles around her eyes, the hollow of her cheeks. "I’m so happy you came.”
Nesta pulled a chair. Her usual grey dress was crumpled, tarnished with a couple of stains near the hem, the material now sagged over her dimmed curves, her boobs smaller, a darkness lingering over her shoulders. “Shoo, shoo,” Elain waved a hand between them, pretending to cast the uncomfortable silence away. Nesta didn’t laugh. She cleared her throat.
"How are you?"
“Fine.” Nesta picked a paper napkin, shredding it slowly in small pieces.
“Are you hungry? They have delicious cakes.”
“No.”
“What about a drink? The lemonade is delic–“
“No.”
Elain took a deep breath, nervously twirling the straw inside her empty glass.
"How's the new apartment?"
"Fine."
"And your neighbors? What are they like?" She didn’t even have to pretend be excited. Elain was dying to hear about her life living alone, how she was fearing without her and Feyre, if she missed them, if she wanted to go back.
"Fine."
Elain squinted at Nesta. This monosyllabic act was getting old.
"Just fine?"
"Yes."
Elain watched Nesta finish shredding the napkin, her eyes now glued to the table cloth. She hadn’t looked in Elain’s eyes once, even though Elain had spent days trying to see her. She slouched on her chair. They sat in silence, "How are you?" Elain repeated.
"You already asked that."
"Yes, but you haven't answered."
Now she looked at her. Elain held her sister’s stare. Pain, sorrow, regret, grief, the emotions shone in her eyes, screaming at her to fuck off. She reached for Nesta’s hand across the table, holding her firmer when she tried to pull back. "Please Nesta, talk to me."
"I have nothing to say to you."
Elain tried to not take it personally. It wasn't the first time she had dealt with Nesta shutting everyone out, shutting her out. She had always been like this, preferring to suffer in silence than letting her sister see her in a moment of weakness, always the oldest one, the strongest one, the lonely wolf. Elain knew her sister was hurting, knew she had suffered greatly during their change, during the war, holding it together because Elain spiraled away in a catatonic state. Watching their father die killed something in Nesta. The light in her eyes hadn’t been there since, not that Nesta would ever admit that, allow herself to grieve, to feel, to cry.
“I think you do. I think you have a lot to say to say to me.
“I don’t.” She denied strongly
"You don't?"
"No." She pulled her hand away, a flicker of silver escaping, her voice harsh, her warning final.
A half-moon shone in the sky. Nesta watched the solitary river. Elain watched the solitary Nesta. A young waitress approached them, politely explaining the coffee shop was about to close. Nesta didn’t need further incentive to go, sliding of her chair with all the grace of a fallen queen, leaving without a second glance back. Elain upped her pace to follow her.
“Mor is back tomorrow, will have a family dinner.” Nesta sneered. Elain knew exactly why. She did that every time she referred at the fae as family, a habit she quickly learned from Feyre. She wasn’t wrong thought, this strange lot of man and woman – no, of males and females, she corrected herself – had somehow become her family too. “Please, come. We all miss you.” Nesta said nothing. “Hm? Will you come, Nesta? Please.”
“I’ll think about it.” Elain smiled excitedly.
"Great! I'll wait for you," Nesta turned to her suddenly.
“Are you done?”
Elain blinked at her.“What?”
“If you are done, stop following me. Go back to Feyre, this part of town is not good for you.”
With that she crossed the street, leaving Elain behind, speechless. She watched her sister walk amongst other Velaris citizens, her shoulders slightly more tense than before as she avoided touching them.
"I didn't ate, I was waiting for you, for us to eat together. The house feels bigger without you, and my neighbors can be very noise at night, but you know that already." Her smile was sad, her voice low as she answered the questions her sister never made. "I miss you everyday, you know. I'm not good either," her lips trembled. "I dream about father, about you and Cass, about faceless danger and cursed creatures. So many faces I've never seen before, so many secrets I didn't want to know, and mine..." Nesta's dark shape disappeared behind a badly lit alley. "Mine sucks."
Elain tipped her head back, blinking rapidly, trying to contain the tears that treated to spill. An image shined behind her eyelids. Nesta. Nesta ringing the bell of the townhouse, her dress older than now, her arms skinnier as she hugged herself against the cold. Elain sniffed soundly. Nesta would come home... Eventually. Elain prayed she was still there to receive her.
#elain archeron#nesta archeron#elain archeron fanfic#nesta archeron fanfic#the archeron sisters#acofas#purple hyacinth#her ladyship's garden#my writing#pro elain#elain acotar#just throwing out there with little to none context#found it in my notes#do i have a fic to put it?#nope#did i wanted to post it anyways?#yep yep yep
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Sometimes I think about how I peaked™ writing a 1414 word oneshot for a dead fandom and then I keel over. Is this my legacy???
#>writing#>r(b)ambles#feverwake#the fever king#Dara Shirazi#Noam Álvaro#Calix Lehrer#writing#ao3 fanfic#my fic#Read 'a bush of purple hyacinths' by me on ao3#Don't test me#READ FEVERWAKE PLEASE#PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE#My like...Three followers...
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Scene from a Bellarcy fic I wrote (Straight to Hell) earlier this year. they're sad, they're gay, and we love that for them (yes there is a definite pattern to who and what I draw, I know lmao)
that's it. those are the words. uh. thanks for staring at my obsession, read Purple Hyacinth if you haven't? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
#fanart#my art#digital fanart#digital art#my fanart#webtoon fanart#webtoon#purple hyacinth#purple hyacinth webtoon#purple hyacinth fanart#fanfic#fanfic art#bella purple hyacinth#purplehyacinthfanart#purple hyacinth fanfiction#belladonna davenport fanart#belladonna davenport#bellarcy#bellarcy fanart#bellarcy fanfic#neyra elena darcy#neyra elena darcy fanart#neyra purple hyacinth
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Summary- Kieran doesn't know how he wound up in a relationship with Lauren, but he does know he needs to stop it...eventually. A different take on the ending of the factory arc.
Still in the process of writing chapter 3
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oh yeah forgot to mention
new ao3 fic, it’s purple hyacinth!!
#purple hyacinth#enemies to lovers#kieran x lauren#writing#ao3 fanfic#my first ph fic be nice#i’ve been having brainrot about them for over a year#send help
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Chapters: 5/?
Fandom: Purple Hyacinth - Ephemerys & Sophism (Webcomic)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Lauren Sinclair/Kieran White
Characters: Lauren Sinclair (Purple Hyacinth), Kieran White, Kym Ladell, William Hawkes, Tristan Sinclair, Dakan Rhysmel
Additional Tags: & other cast, little hurt mostly shenanigans, Light Angst, Fluff, i just need them to kiss your honor, Temporary Amnesia, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Not Canon Compliant, Some Plot, probably add more tags later, as always, Happy Ending
Summary:
When she noticed him, she turned her head to him and smiled a little. “Kieran. You’re Kieran.”
She looked oddly relieved.
He raised an amused eyebrow. “I am. And you’re Lauren.”
She blinked, then slowly mouthed the word that was her name. Lauren.
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Lauren gets amnesia AU. Honestly this is just an excuse to make lauki kiss in these dark times of hiatus
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https://archiveofourown.org/users/Mysticalbeingwithuntoldpowers/works?fandom_id=44642095
My entries so far for the fanfic festival fluff vs angst
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Tesla the Wraith
For Ace Trigun Week - Prompt 2: Pride / Wearing the Colors
[IMG ID / A young woman with shoulder-length blond hair wearing leather-belted pants, a black shirt, heavy boots and a purple coat holds a modified Colt .45 and stands against a sky of night waning into morning in black, purple and white fade. Her left eye glows blue, the other side of her face is covered in an eyepatch. Digital painting done in Corel Photo Paint / END IMG ID]
This doubles for Ace Trigun Week and as a gift-art / fanart of fanfic for @somereaderinblue / GeminiWillow on Ao3. This is an illustration for the excellent Purple Hyacinth fanfiction series. The series is an alternate universe in which Tesla and Vash trade roles, as do a few other characters - as a result, Tesla was born with Nai / Knives and has become a protector of Humanity on Noman's Land, wearing a purple coat in the memory of Luida Leitner and her favorite flower, the purple hyacinth. Tesla is explicitly asexual in this fanfiction-set, as well.
#trigun#trigun stampede#trigun maximum#tesla#trigun tesla#tesla trigun#trigun fanfiction#trigun au#tesla lives au#purple hyacinth#somereaderinblue#gift art#fanart for others' fanfiction#ace trigun week#ace trigun week 2024
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Blackthorn - A Purple Hyacinth Fic
Hopelessness. It was a feeling Kieran was all too familiar with. It was a bleak, cold, thing, hanging over his head. Had been there for nearly a decade now.
The only times he was saved from the hopelessness was when in the presence of one Lauren Sinclair.
So of course, the Phantom Scythe kept them apart when they wanted to break him.
Some angst-with-a-happy-ending for Lauki Week!
Trigger Warning for Graphic Depictions of Violence, Torture, and Vomiting.
Read it here!
#purple hyacinth#purple hyacinth webtoon#ph#kieran white#lauren sinclair#lauki#webcomic#webtoon#fic#fanfic#fanfiction#Lauki Week 2022#lauki week
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Hello, this is basically a Purple Hyacinth fan account, as it is my one and only obsession at the moment 😂 I am new to tumblr and will most likely be posting analyses, collages, and fanfics here 💜 I may repost some things from my Instagram as well, especially to start.
Anyway, enough about me, here’s a collage of Kieran showcasing his skills 😍
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