#saraugust

[bluedalahorse]

posting fic snippets out of a desperate need to feel something (that isn’t stress)

There are more real things to be stressed about, and then there are also things to be personally stressed about, like the camping trip I will be away chaperoning from Wednesday to Friday. I do not particularly love to be away from home or disruptions to my routine.

I had hoped to finish the fanfic I was working on before I left, because then I could just avoid my email inbox and my AO3 account and not constantly refresh to see if anyone decided to read my fic. But! That did not happen. It probably won’t happen because I still have the last scene to finish and those always take me too long.

I still want to share a little bit of fic though, so I think I’ll post some of the raw unedited text from today’s work. Nothing wrong with that, right?

Anyway have some post-university pre-second-chance-saraugust, I guess.

Usually driving home—or in this case, driving back to the temporary apartment she’s renting this week—is a way for Sara to decompress after long days on set. She can put on music or an audiobook, or call Simon and Felice. Sara wants nothing more than to recap the last ten hours to one of them, just so they can reassure her she isn’t overreacting. But Simon and Wilhelm are catching up with Rosh and Ayub over pizza and boardgames, and tonight is one of the nights Felice works late in her food truck.

Mamma? Things are better with Mamma lately, but she’d still tell Sara to not read too much into the directors’ and writers’ decisions. Pappa might understand better, if he’s sober, but Sara doesn’t want to reach out unless she’s certain he is.

What is she thinking? It’s not like she can go too far into the behind-the-scenes details of Age of Liberty, anyway, since the production team made her sign an NDA, and that means no venting.

When Sara returns to her temporary rental, the kitchen lights are too bright. They’re the same lights as yesterday, so she must be overstimulated. She flicks them off and on a few times trying to decide if she can stand them, before she finally lets the square yellow light of the microwave faintly illuminate the room instead. Then, Sara scrolls through her phone as the starchy, comforting smell of pasta fills the air.

Instagram provides the usual array of photographic distractions: the girls’ football team Rosh coaches, the award-winning hibiscus cake from Felice’s dessert menu, the too many ads for hair care products and earplugs and soft clothing and tropey novels. That’s mixed in with occasional news articles about climate change, as well as infographics from other neurodivergent influencers with bullet points about masking or proprioception or social scripts. Sara lets the images blur before her eyes and the letters in usernames turn into meaningless shapes, until a familiar expression—one that habitually holds back grief—causes her thumb to finally stop swiping.

It’s the official instagram of the Crown Prince of Sweden. August’s most recent post shows him working at a desk, head bowed over a neat stack of papers. He’s gripping a pen and wearing glasses, but he isn’t writing on the paper. The glasses are new and make him look serious. To his left is a tablet-sharped therapy light. That’s even newer, and it washes August’s face in a muted silver glow. Sara wonders if anyone will recognize the light’s true purpose.

Then she reads the caption: As the hours of daylight grow shorter, many Swedes show increased symptoms of depression. Don’t forget to spend time outdoors, and reach out to your medical provider if you are experiencing persistent low moods or feelings of hopelessness. Take care.

The microwave beeps as Sara reaches the last two words of the post. She puts her phone away as she extracts her pasta and sits down at the table to eat. After an initial few bites, her mind fills up with questions. Is the post meant to be a simple public health message? Or is there a more personal meaning behind it?

She shouldn’t be ruminating this much when August is her ex, and for good reasons, but after a long day—one where Sara’s surroundings had her thinking about August anyway—can she really help it?

After Sara moves her empty pasta bowl to the sink, she returns to her phone. The photo has disappeared from her feed when she opens the app again, which doesn’t surprise her. When Sara navigates over to the Crown Prince’s official account, however, the photo isn’t there either.

Someone had it deleted. Probably some social media manager who works for the royal court.

The palace loves it when you promote sympathetic causes, Wilhelm once told Sara. As long as the sympathetic cause you promote has no connection to you whatsoever.

[altruistic-meme]

you know that young royals is truly a work of art bc I was listening to a love song and immediately thought of August

anyway "Heavenly Kind of State of Mind" by Lewis Capaldi is so August about Sara that it's truly insane

[l-just-want-to-see]

girls when you’re not in love with me you’re in love with the person you become when you’re with me..

[imembarressedsohere]

Multicouple (Non-Endgame) Edit.

(Liv x Holden, August x Sara, Lucas x Maya, Mike x Tina)

also on instagram

[bluedalahorse]

I’m going to go for an unconventional one here. I love all the other ones people are mentioning too, so I’ll sign on to those as well.

But. Can we acknowledge all the situational humor leading up to Sara and August’s first hookup in 2.3? August being like “omg I’m so messed up right now, I need someone to talk to, can you come over” and Sara internally being like “I have done the research on how this is Neurotypical Code, and coming over to talk means we’re gonna have sex 100%” and August is like “no but for real I wanna talk, I’m just also very sad and brooding and very shirtless, so the messages, they are mixed” and Sara being like “ok Sara play it cool play it cool LOOK I have managed a TOTALLY PLATONIC ARM PUNCH we are gonna be FINE” but then they’re making out oops?

Maybe not everyone else sees the same level of comedy as I do in that scene but to me Malte and Frida’s acting choices are all A+++++ no notes.

God I miss Sara Arrhusius’s intimacy coordination work every day of my life.

What do you think are the funniest moments in Young Royals?

[lettuceish]

i can die happy now

[realredbanana]

Totally random but, in a way, I wish there were more soulmate AUs that explored the dark side of them?

Like, say, a Young Royals soulmate AU where nearly everything is the same, but, Linda and Micke are soulmates. This doesn’t change Micke’s addiction. It doesn’t change how terrible he was to his family at times. It doesn’t change how uncomfortable Linda, Sara and Simon feel around him. But, it would definitely make divorce significantly harder and more complicated.

Just imagine how taboo divorce would be in a universe where soulmates exist. Imagine how hard it might be to get people to believe that your soulmate is abusing you. All the “no! he’s your soulmate! he’d never do that!”s (albeit probably with much less blunt wording).

Idk. I just think that, as much as I love the idea of there being someone out there who’s the ideal person for me, the idea that society would be almost entirely built around that just makes me think “oh, it would be so easy to get trapped in an abusive relationship”.

[theaviatorthatcouldnotfly]

e6 predictions (they get more unhinged the further you go)

lake scene is NOT the final scene or a breakup scene

the wilmon car scene is the last scene

elias song!!

wille won’t abdicate (just because you can’t abdicate before you’re even on the throne)

BUT he does tell his mother that he’s leaning towards not wanting to be king

felice and sara will start to be friends again (during the neon party?)

hillerska closes down

fredrika and stella are temporarily pissed at felice for the closure

wilmon will get a “let’s stay together, we love each other and we can try to make it work” endgame

saraugust won’t be endgame

we get to actually see one of august and wille’s mediation therapy sessions and what they talk about

vincent and august are on not-so-great terms at the end of the show

the first year’s letters to their future selves come back into play

as per usual ludvig does nothing significant or useful to help wille or the plot

wille looks into a mirror and gives himself a tiny smile

music room redemption scene

simon writes/sings a song for wille for his real birthday present

wille learns the truth about where his orange sweater really went

by some miracle there is enough time in the episode for simon to go see boris himself

someone actually remembers that rousseau exists (even better, we actually SEE rousseau)

someone accidentally starts a fire during the neon party

august and vincent try to throw punches at each other during the table scene

marcus shows up at graduation for whatever reason and malin kicks him out

simon jumps vincent while everyone else politely applauds

felice gets to yell at the headmistress for her casual microaggressions

linda delivers a bitch slap to august’s stepdad

someone says “i’m proud of you” to wille

[mal3vol3nt]

why tf am i seeing accounts dedicated to saraugust…. like omg this fandom is literally falling apart and grasping at straws with the lack of news for season 3 😭

[maleficent088]

August and Sara are adorable and I love them. Sue me.

[bluedalahorse]

some fic written pre-s2, posted for your personal enjoyment

@frogprincesnowglobe mentioned a headcanon about little!Sara teaching herself etiquette and practicing various graceful exercises and… oh! oh! I have an excerpt from an unpublished fanfic about that! Because I have thoughts about that and they break my heart.

I’m giving this fic snippet its own post so it doesn’t get lost in the reblogs on the already very lovely Sara chain, but here’s something I wrote between seasons 1 and 2 when I was trying to figure out what Sara and August falling in love would look like. (I had a gut feeling they would after season 1, so I was trying to work it out in a fanfic, like you do.)

THE CONTEXT: Sara knows August did the video, so she’s trying to get closer to him to figure out how to get revenge (but also she thinks his hair is cute and grabbable so lust factors into about 50% of her decisions.) August knows Sara knows he did the video, so he’s trying to be nice to her as possible and so she doesn’t snitch (also when she looks at him it makes his knees weak, so lust factors into about 50% of his decisions.) They’re talking on the phone (like ancient millennials who actually use their phone as a phone!) and August has noticed how fascinated Sara is with Hillerska and its traditions and everything that makes it work. So, he says he’ll give her tips on how to become a prefect her third year and such, even though he knows she’s unlikely to be chosen.

I wrote this back in November 2021, so please accept this Early Installment Weirdness of my YR fanfiction career.

If you want to win over a girl with gifts and favors, you have to cater to her interests. It’s not that August didn’t know that. He’s just never put it into practice like this before. He went too generic, with Felice. All that insufferable talk of restaurants, when he didn’t even know he was broke. Putting Sara on the headmistress’s radar costs August nothing, and when they’re on the phone the evening before he returns to Hillerska, she actually says it’s thoughtful of him to include her like that. Thoughtful. She’s got to be fucking with him. Unless she isn’t? As August folds clothes and stacks them carefully in his suitcase, Sara explains on speakerphone about how she wants to be a prefect too, someday. She wants nothing more than to help out with Hillerska events. When she was younger, her mother used to take her and Simon to the public library all day—Sara doesn’t say why—and she used to sit between shelves and read the horse and school and etiquette books. She knows the right way to serve coffee and tea in multiple countries, the correct wording for invitations, every last thread of proper dress codes. She has been training for this her whole life. “Those details matter,” Sara declares. “They’re so much work. And if they’re done right, everything runs smoothly, but no one notices. If they aren’t, everyone notices, and it’s a disaster.” August laughs. There’s a sudden lightness in his chest. “Did I say something funny?” Sara asks, after a moment. “Not at all,” August says. “You’re just the only one who gets it. Finally.” He means it. Everyone calls him annoying behind his back, but they’re the ones benefiting from the events and rituals he’s organized. Hypocrites. “If you want, I’ll let you help me out with prefect work.” “Are you trying to get me to do all your work?” Sara asks, deliberate as a lawyer. “Or are you trying to be alone with me?” “We’ll do my work together. Promise.” This isn’t that cliché where the popular boy manipulates the quiet girl into taking on his homework and responsibilities—that shows a lack of control, and August is too much of a control freak to let Sara complete his entire checklist. “That way you’ll know what to do, so you can be in the running for prefect your third year. It really should be you, you know?” Except that she lacks the family connections—but August keeps quiet about that. “The headmistress has to know that.” “Where and when would we do this, exactly?” “You’re the one who said something about us being alone.” He lowers his voice, even though he’s in his room and no one else can hear him. “You’re the only girl I can trust, Sara.” Sara giggles, maybe in a nervous way. “You’re saying that to make fun of me.” “I need you. I mean it. Besides, it gets boring doing school mailings by myself.”

Anyway that’s it that’s the snippet. I miss them I miss them I miss them and with the minimal fic that’s been written about this pairing sometimes it feels like I’ve never even gotten to hang out with them.

[bluedalahorse]

For the drabbles!

Sarah

Reunion

Backup: Fear

Thanks for the request! You’re my very last drabble for this year’s challenge. :) Couldn’t resist doing reunion as a future saraugust drabble because one must create what one wants to see in the world. Enjoy!

Tagging @youngroyals-events since this event was their brainchild.

Close Harmonies (link to AO3)

In their twenties, Sara and August cross paths at Christmases and stray birthdays.

Sara works on the opposite coast and visits family when she can. August starts living his apology to Simon after some initial halting conversations.

When Sara turns thirty, a concert celebrates Simon’s choral compositions. Sara drives across Sweden to attend and discovers August in the audience.

“You don’t have to…” August starts when Sara asks.

“It’s alright. Sit with me.”

From the choir: an unguarded melody, weaving around dissonant chords, persisting toward change.

Sara sees tears glint at the corners of August’s eyes. She catches his hand.

[bluedalahorse]

I know what my own thoughts are, so send me your saraugust AUs and canon divergence ideas where they have more than a snowball’s chance in hell of working out.

[bluedalahorse]

WIP Acrostic Game

I was tagged by @starvalisedham and @gulliblelemon in this cool acrostic game!

Rules: You will be given a word. share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

I was given the words ROYALS and SNOW. Since I have two fics I’m hoping to finish and share this October (for you know, reasons) I decided to assign each word to a fic. The second fic will go under a cut.

For SNOW, I’m using line from L’escarpolette, which is a saraugust future fic of sorts.

S

Sara zips her raincoat closed, grateful she packed it along with her for this week’s filming excursion.

N

No matter how many times Sara reshuffles and substitutes words on her touchscreen, she can’t extract the ghosts of old sentiments that might lurk behind them.

O

On top of a hill stands an ancient tree, black against wet silver sky, branches outstretched like the arms of a spell-casting sorceress. From the thickest branch hangs a swing, as much a stark silhouette as its arboreal mother.

W

“Want to come along? I wouldn’t mind.”

For ROYALS, I’m using lines from an as-of-yet untitled stedrika fic. This one is also set in the future, but it has a very different tone than the first.

R

“Right here on the sofa.”

O

Oh, this was delicious. Stella was pink-cheeked and squirming with shame.

Y

You look so serious. It’s giving I never cheated on a math test by writing equations on my thigh…

A

A makeup stain on the collar of her blouse she only noticed one subway stop away from work, when it was too late to go home and change.

L

“Like, for the aesthetic, obviously.” Fredrika takes another moment to think about it. “So… yes.”

S

Stella didn’t know they made cutesy notepads for kink negotiation, but maybe Fredrika designed this one herself and had it printed custom.

—

And that’s a wrap! I’m doing no-pressure tags for @sflow-er, @peakotp, @margotdanslebois, and @heliza24. Your word, if you choose to do the challenge, is STRING.

[bluedalahorse]

reblogging my own propaganda now that the prompts have dropped

Reasons you (yes, you, good internet citizens of the young royals fandom!) should consider writing saraugust this kinktober:

Both Sara and August are carrying some hangups around shame and social roles. Safely negotiated kink can be great for experimenting with those dynamics and working through those feelings!

There’s a significant overlap between people who are interested in kink and people who have autism and ADHD. Sara is statistically likely to be kinky.

August has never been canonically labeled neurodivergent (though I do sometimes enjoy the headcanon of him being a missed ADHD diagnosis) but he does come across as having some sensory-seeking behaviors (and potentially some sensory-sensitivities too.) And I just think this works well with kink?

Yes, Sara gave up horses, but the show never said she gave up riding crops.

It’s already a forbidden romance (TM) so you might as well make it non-vanilla!

Imagine how much it would annoy the monarchy.

I N C O N C L U S I O N

Most of Young Royals fandom: “I would like August to be slapped in the face.”

Me: “I would like August to be slapped in the face but in like, a consensual pre-negotiated sexy way.”

[bluedalahorse]

Dearest followers, life has been… a lot lately. In the midst of everything I have been attempting to finish my two kinktober fics. One is saraugust and one is stedrika. Unfortunately, due to the aforementioned dumpster fire that is life, I have not really have the brain capacity to finish the fics in question yet, which makes me sad.

On the other hand, two of the scenes that make these fics, well, kinktober fics, are very close to done. Like only a few sentences left close to done. And I could use the dopamine hit of posting some fanfic.

This has led me to wonder… why not just post the scenes in question by themselves? I can always do an updated version of the finished fic at a later date. There will be time to be a completionist later. But in the meantime, why not just be festive in the way kinktober demands of me?

I am considering it, but also my shy brain keeps backing away from the idea. So I think I will just leave it up to peer pressure.

You can reblog for reach if you want. I am willing to be peer pressured by people who have no idea who I am.