#sarai writes

[raayllum]

Viren + the "greater good" / weighing people's lives

[jamieedlund]

✨Master and Mother🌺

Happy (somewhat late) mother's day. Fake endcards and a prayer🙏

I feel like I have to type this out everytime but the relationship I'm portraying here between Cally and Aary IS NOT meant to be taken as romantic or parental. It is what it is: two individuals who understand each other on a fundamental level just hanging out, and should it be anything more OR LESS is up to your interpretation.

I also just really wanted to draw Sarai I feel like their mother and son relationship is the only established one that HASN'T received an end card and I am PISSED because IT IS JUST AS BEAUTIFUL AND TEAR JERKING. Ok have a nice day. Pray for Callum and Aaravos to run off together because can I just have this for 4 seasons imo

Oh yea I do headcanon that Sarai taught Cally how to braid and you can't deny that's cute and also very fucking sad at the same time.

The song I used is called Replica (any blue period fans?)

[kradogsrats]

me: well at least I don't need to write much of Neha and Annika, since even in the show they're just kinda there... like you can't even really tell which of them is which without outside source material

also me: okay but what if they, Sarai, and Lissa had the single most awkward (for Lissa) "girls' night in" that has ever occurred in the entirety of history

[fandomsandflyingstingrays]

TDPtober Day 6: Moon

Rayla returns to the castle only once. 

She tells herself it’s convenient, that she’ll need to pass through Katolis to follow Viren’s trail anyways. She focuses on the mission as the sky darkens and the moon rises. She does not remember the last mission that took her to Katolis. She does not remember climbing the cliffs with her blades then just like she does on this night. She does not remember sneaking through this window when the palace was filled with light. She does not remember the human, who stood wide-eyed in this hall at the end of her blade. She knows if she remembers, she will wait here until the sun rises and the hall is once again filled with light, until that perfect human boy is standing in it again with eyes wide with joy rather than fright.

But she cannot forget that human, no matter how hard she tries. She can’t forget any of the words she left him, or any of the last things he said to her. She can’t forget his voice, always soft with love or concern, always warm and hesitant all at once. And even though she knows she may never hear it again, she can’t fight the pull to at least see him, one last time.

It’s a full moon, just like it was, and she slips through the castle with no one the wiser. Up to the royal wing. In through the door.

And there he is.

Rayla expected Callum’s sleep to be peaceful, the way it was the last time she saw him. Instead, his eyes are scrunched together, his mouth twisted as though he’s fighting a scream. He tosses and turns, breathing shallow, and then— the voice Rayla remembers so well, loves so much. Not warm, not hesitant. Only afraid.

“Don’t do this. Don’t go alone.”

Rayla gasps, immediately clapping her hands over her mouth— but Callum doesn’t wake up. He stays in his own world, still murmuring to his mother or stepfather or her, face still creased with the weight of his pleas. And Rayla can’t help herself. She creeps to his side, raises a hand to his shoulder. She won’t let him bear this pain any longer. She’ll watch his face smooth, his eyes open, his smile…

Rayla’s hand stills.

His mother.

His stepfather.

Her parents.

Runaan.

She’s seen this story play out too many times. If she wakes him now, he’ll follow the same script. Viren will use them against each other, or their travels will grow too dangerous, or he’ll be claimed by some threat she can’t foresee. Speared with lightning or the point of a blade, rotted away to a husk. She’s seen it happen too many times. Not again. Not him.

So instead of shaking his shoulder, she leans over and kisses his forehead. Instantly, his face relaxes into the peace she remembers. A smile curls at the edges of his lips.

By the time his eyes flutter open, glimmering with hope for the first time in months, Rayla is gone.

[armchairaleck]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Dragon Prince (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sarai/Viren (The Dragon Prince) Characters: Sarai (The Dragon Prince), Viren (The Dragon Prince) Additional Tags: Drinking & Talking, talk of miscarriage Summary:

On the night before her wedding Sarai and Viren share a little wine, and a little about each other, and a little something else...

I listened to New Order’s leave me alone about a thousand times on repeat and wrote this.. so uhh don’t blame me for the one track mood.. or the fact it’s yet another niche and unpopular pair..

I feel like there aren’t a thousand islands, or even a hundred.. there’s maybe just one or two, but it’s hard to tell because the mist comes down and it covers over everything, until you can’t really see what might be lost out there anyway..

But ehh.. whatever - have Viren and Sarai drinking and talking on her wedding night.. even tho the groom’s party and the bride’s party aren’t supposed to meet because it’s bad luck.. it won’t be bad luck tho.. they’ll all live happily ever after..

[jedi-lothwolf]

Soultember Prompt 1: Red String of Fate

Fandom : The Dragon Prince

Waring: Canon Character Death

Summary: Harrow didn't need Viren to tell him his wife had been killed by Thunder, he already knew she was gone.

Queen Sairi was the love of King Harrow's life. They were bound together by fate. When they walked, hand in hand, a red string hung down slightly from their pinky fingers. No matter how difficult life was they knew they had each other.

    When Viren told Harrow that there was a way to save the people of Duren and Katolis from the death that would come with the horrible winter, he felt it was the only solution. Maybe it was.

    Despite Sarai's protest, a few soldiers and the leaders of the two kingdoms left to retrieve the heart of the titan.

    Harrow was unsure when the fight began if they would emerge victorious. When the titan fell everything was worth it. The uninjured assessed the injured and they were ready to go.

    It was a selfless mission. But sacrifices must be made to save a kingdom. A few people for tens of thousands seemed only far. 

    Then he appeared. The king of the dragons was angry. Why were humans on his side of the border? What did they need and what did they destroy?

    When the queens of Duren fell, it felt like the whole world shook for just a moment. Then Viren tried to by them time. The head mage was a strong man but without him the sacrifice of the queens was for nothing.

    Sarai was a strong women. There was no doubt in Harrow's mind that she would return to him. The string that held them together would shorten as they took hands once more. They would return home and would dance in their room, watching the string as they tried to tangle it around themselves, just to see if they could.

    Harrow wanted her ride away. He looked at the tine red line that never let them play a fair game or hide and seek and smiled.

    As the soldiers approached their side of the border the king felt his finger start to burn.  

    Snap.

    Harrow felt a sharp pain in his pinky finger. The long red string that once connected him to his Queen had broken.

    This couldn't be right. Any moment now Sarai would come back up the hill, back to him. She had to. Harrow wasn't sure he could do this without her. He wasn't sure how he'd live on or how he'd explain to his sons what happened to their mother.

    The string tied itself into a neat bow, the excess hanging maybe an inch off of his finger. Harrow's heart felt like it stopped beating. Sarai was gone, his love was gone.

    Viren walked up the hill, confirming the news. Three mothers had died that day. The mage looked at Harrow's hand, a red string now visible, "I'm so sorry."

    Harrow said nothing. Tears fell silently down his face. They fell to the ground as others went to retrieve the three bodies from the field.

    He fidgeted with the short tail of the string unconsciously as the three women were brought up the hill. The walk home felt shorter and longer than it had felt before. Harrow wouldn't remember most of it.

    It was fate for the two to fall in love. Who knew fate could be so cruel.

@soulmateseptember

[evilwickedme]

Just ordered my tickets for the upcoming con which includes free tickets to my own event, only problem is jekgkekgkek I haven't fiNISHED WRITING THE LECTURE BECAUSE I HAVEN'T FINISHED SMALLVILLE YET OH MY GOD

[beautifulterriblequeen]

Chapters: 5/7 Fandom: The Dragon Prince (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Barius & Harrow Characters: Barius (The Dragon Prince), Harrow (The Dragon Prince), Sarai (The Dragon Prince) Additional Tags: TDP Gen Week 2023 Summary:

Barius finds his way home... twice.

[starrymoon52]

Title: Stargazing

Fandom: The Dragon Prince

Words: 1294

Rating: General

Characters: Sarai, Callum, Harrow, Aaravos (mentioned)

Relationships: Harrow/Sarai, Aaravos/Sarai (implied), Harrow & Sarai, Callum & Sarai, Callum & Harrow

Tags: Child Callum (The Dragon Prince), Half-Elf Callum (The Dragon Prince), Aaravos is Callum’s dad, Startouch Elf Callum (The Dragon Prince), Stargazing, Callum loves the stars, Sarai-centric (The Dragon Prince), Oneshot

Summary: Sarai's life has had a lot of coincidences, from her first lover to her second, her jobs, and her precious baby boy. At least since Callum was born one thing has stayed consistent - there's nothing better than stargazing with your kid.

[newbornwhumperfly]

❤ for your muse, Sarai, to my muse, Rhiannon (Rindy)

my beloved medic girls!! thank you for requesting this interaction, @much-ado-about-whumping 🥰🥰🥰

~

Sarai’s gaze is searching as it roams over Rindy’s face. Not sharp, not seeking to reveal, only looking and seeing (maybe more than Rindy knows). 

“You know something lovely about you, Rindy? You really make the people you heal feel defended. They don’t doubt you’re on their side, that you don’t think they deserve to hurt, no matter what. Holding people’s hurts with such respect that they can sense it? I very much respect that in a healer.”

Sarai not explicitly saying that she sees how dearly Rindy deserves safety and…how much she can sense that Rindy’s loyalty has been cheaply bought before. 

If Rindy is receptive, Sarai gives the softest squeeze to Rindy’s callused, hardworking hand. 

“I’m so glad your friends have earned your loyalty, you know? Healers need to get taken care of too.” 

~

ask comes from this prompt!

[loriane-elmuerto]

WIP TAG

Got tagged by @shellibisshe and @blackreaches to share a WIP I'm working on rn, thank you!

Tagging @chuckhansen, @queennymeria, @cryptcombat, @prometheas, @pheedraws, @florbelles, @roofgeese, @risingsh0t, @jackiesarch, @dihardys, @indorilnerevarine, @countessrooster, @lucky-107, @stevegrants, @jennystahl, @cobb-vanthss, and @heroofpenamstan, only if you want to! ❤️

"From what my sister has told me, it seems that you and her could not enjoy even a fraction of love you have for each other in a way that Anakin and Padmé could." Sarai's voice was barely above a whisper as to not wake her sister up, who was sleeping several feet away.

Obi-Wan stroked his beard in contemplation, his look trailing to the woman in question.

"It may seem so, but we found a way, everywhere we went. Love can take many different appearances, little Sarai, don't be fooled. For someone like... Like Anakin, love could be expressed with a physical touch. But for Mina, seeing me smiling would bring her great joy, I could feel it."

"But still, it does not seem fair that you had so little time to enjoy it, while others get entire lifetimes and waste it."

Obi-Wan had to admit, it was a thought he contemplated a lot once the war ended, especially after they agreed to separate from each other to keep themselves safe.

"Because that was not the purpose the galaxy brought us to existence. Me and your sister... We were brought here for a purpose greater than anything else, and that is to protect others. Yet this also demands the highest of sacrifices. Because no matter what, the galaxy will always come first. The Jedi will always be peacekeepers first, one way or the other."

[lawchan89]

For the WIP thing: 4, 9, 13

Whose is your least favorite character for this chapter/fic?

Honestly I don't think I have a least favorite in this fic, mainly because it's only focused on Callum and Ezran. Harrow is in a flashback, Sarai and Rayla are mentioned and their presences are both very much felt, so there really isn't anyone I dislike.

What is your favorite dialogue you’ve written so far?

I really try to convey in the prologue flashback with Harrow that he understands Sarai's son will feel a grief possibly even deeper than his own, and hopefully it comes across in how he talks to little Callum:

“I miss her, too,” was all he could say. [...] "And as much as she meant to me… I feel it will never compare to how much she meant to you, Callum.”

[...]

“May I ask you something? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

[...]

"Thank you, Callum. I know it isn’t easy to talk about this.”

“Talking actually made me feel a little better,” Callum said, rocking back and forth on his feet. “We… we can talk about Mom some more if you want.”

Harrow finally smiled, “I’d like that.”

“Do you know what her favorite jelly tart flavor is?”

He knew, but he wanted Callum to tell him.

[...]

I just really enjoyed writing the two of them together.

What common trope(s) do you feel are used in this chapter/fic?

Callum is absolutely going through the Stages of Grief, since at this point it's only been four and a half months since Rayla's departure, not to mention he and Ezran are both Missing Mom on the anniversary of her death. Also featuring Memorial Photos/Sketches, Big Feelings, and the brothers finding comfort and solace in each other. It's a heavy one for sure.

Talk to Me About a WIP I'm Currently Writing

[haro-whumps]

Whumptober Day 7: Silent Panic Attack

Morja did not… care… for medical facilities. In general they were not an ideal place for a diathesimos to be. The fact that he might need medical attention was a personal failing, on his part, but he did feel ever so slightly resentful that Cobi would even insist that he needed it after such a minor injury—

No, he couldn’t think like that. Where had the thought even come from? Cobi was his superior, obviously Morja needed to obey. Just, he’d had worse wounds that had never needed—Cobi was right and Morja was wrong. He should stop thinking about it, clearly all it was doing was getting him worked up.

Maybe the injury was worse than he thought. Maybe he’d gotten concussed with the black eye, and he just didn’t realize it. Maybe that’s where all these errant thoughts were coming from.

Sarai entered the room and Morja did not flinch, but felt a faint horror at the fact that he almost had. He knew better! He was better than that, better than this. Sarai was talking to him, he should be listening.

“–ty black eye, so he wanted me to check on it. Your vision feeling okay?”

Morja nodded and swallowed, not trusting himself to speak. She was washing her hands. Drying them, pulling on gloves. He willed his heart to stop its pace, to slow, slow down, even slightly, but he could feel his pulse in his ears and with each throb of his new bruise.

“Gonna touch it.”

Morja held himself deliberately still, body tense, iron grip on his own breathing which threatened to turn loud and ugly and fast, spiral out of control. If he let himself slip for even a moment, he would spiral entirely and utterly out of control. He couldn’t. He knew better, he was better. Her fingers on his face felt distant, almost tingly. His whole face, actually, felt tingly. Numbish. He willed his heart to stop. His breathing to stay normal.

“Follow this with your eyes,” she ordered, her tone mercifully firm and impartial. It gave Morja something to cling to, as his body seemed to betray him, his thoughts errant and wrong. He made himself watch the tongue depressor she lifted, and moved first from side to side, then up and down, then in a slow circle. He clung to it like a drowning man, the order, the motion, the fact that he was obeying, he obeyed, he could obey. The hair near his temples felt like it was being yanked, like it was pulled into a too-tight ponytail. His lungs squeezed like he was suffocating, but he continued to breathe deliberately, slowly.

God knew what would happen to him if he allowed himself to crack in front of a doctor.

The doctor was Sarai. He knew her. She was kind to him, she’d always been kind to him, she wouldn’t—he wasn’t in New Athens anymore. Things were different here. He knew that. He was sweating. He felt cold. She was examining him, tilting his head gently, and it was the only movement he could allow himself. He couldn’t disobey her.

“Hey, Morja,” the glove was cool on his cheek, but he couldn’t move even to lean into it. If he tried to move he’d crack, and if he cracked right now he’d shatter all over her floor, “your eye looks fine. You good, honey?”

“I—” briefly, almost, the concept of asking for rest passed his mind, ‘I just need to sleep it off’ so common a phrase here he’d nearly parroted it, “—am fine, Doctor. Thank you.”

“Yeah alright. Go sleep this one off, okay?” See? There was that phrase again. “You seem in good health but take it easy the rest of today.”

“Yes’m,” he got out. He didn’t know how he managed to force his tongue to shape so many words. He could only pray they would be enough.

“Hey,” she said, stepping back and stripping off her gloves, Morja feeling his fingers begin to tremble. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, okay? Everyone gets black eyes, and Cobi fusses each time. No one’s looking down on you.”

Morja didn’t have the mental capacity to try and puzzle her words into making sense. He just got up, praying he’d guessed right, that this was a discharge, a dismissal, and silently departed the room. She didn’t stop him, and Morja made himself move very slowly, very deliberately, keeping his pace even and measured like he was taught, until he was all the way back to the little quiet space they’d given him as “his” and finally allowed himself to shatter.

A lil fanfic for @newbornwhumperfly today ;)

[kradogsrats]

been working on a new virrow fic on and off for a few weeks now but I haven’t even gotten to the sexy part because I keep getting distracted by

Sarai being a goddamn boss as she once again carries the entire emotional intelligence/maturity of the relationship between two grown-ass men on her back (but she’s having fun)

Researching things like “climate conditions for silk production,” “history of knit fabric,” and “medieval/renaissance writing utensils that are not quill pens”

[unsoundintuiitions]

for: jason farin ( @wisteria1x1​ ) from: sarai van assen 

“Oh, are those nachos?” Sarai doesn’t wait for a response as she settles into the chair across from him, dropping her bag onto the floor next to her feet. She doesn’t wait for him to offer, either, instead reaching out and plucking a cheesy chip from the stack on Jason’s plate, cupping her hand under it to avoid loosing any queso to the tabletop. There’s a pause as she indulges, taking her time enjoying the stolen food before continuing. Pink tongue darts out over her lower lip to catch any strays. “Also, are you free Saturday? I’m very suddenly out of a date for the brand party.” A beat as she glances up at him, smile fond as she clarifies. “Anna and I just broke up.” 

[armchairaleck]

I have been listening to New Order's - Power, Corruption and Lies a lot, it is kinda my Viren and Sarai album, even though it's very eighties and not super relevant, there's just a certain bittersweetness, especially to the last song..

Possibly Viren and Sarai are in some ways my faves of the TDP characters we've seen so far, and I'm kinda curious about how their relationship might have been, because... well, I want them to have had a pretty close relationship and so I am like, oh.. there was that one line in the novels where Amaya says perhaps Viren knew her sister better in some ways than she did..  

Which allows me to at least interpret they must have been friends, maybe good friends? Though I guess there would be a fair few complicated feelings tied up in the Viren, Harrow and Sarai dynamic in many ways.. especially for Viren haha.. BUT also I feel Sarai at least has the emotional maturity to handle these things in the best possible way, and having a different sort of relationship to the one Viren and Harrow share she would keep them from their worst excesses, and when she died… they lost..

Like they both lost so much that Viren spends the next ten years obsessing over getting revenge.

Alright, even though I know deep in my heart this was probably because Viren was looking for any old excuse to kill Avizendum and start whatever world war and annihilation that proved to be his ultimate aim.. well I am also stubborn and wilful and I want to have that dumb shred of possibility that Viren was grieving hard and because Sarai was Harrow’s wife he never had anywhere to put that grief except for dark magic and uhh.. a super long hunt for a unicorn horn? Yeah.. yeah.. idk really..

But I want Sarai to have been the person Viren would talk to about stuff he might not share with Harrow and vice versa..

(Annnd there is also the point during magma titan where Viren would leave Sarai and Amaya to make it back alone and Sarai says in that moment she hated him viscerally.. but err.. Viren knew they could make it back.. and err.. don’t we always hate things we are close to more than things we don’t really care about? Welp, that’s what I am going to convince myself..)

Viren finding Sarai's boss eyed baby look undeniably attractive...

Alright, and I ship them just a little too, sue me..

Okay, will I ship Viren with every character of his generation (or the one above) that appears in TDP?

Yeah, I think I probably will… but I was going to say - hah, I won’t ship Viren with a dragon at least… no.. no.. no.. that’s never gonna happen… and then… then I had to think about Viren and hench ol' Rex Igneous hanging out.. just for a nanosecond, that’s all.. and now I am no longer sure about that either..

let’s just say this life is infinite and strange and the possibilities are endless.?