#kanera the little mermaid au

[singswan-springswan]

happy mermay!

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Changing my style to look more Disney almost killed me I think

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My Rebels AUs

Apparently, @eyeloch has more influence than I thought, since only two people made 3 notes on my post asking if anyone wanted to hear about my Star Wars Rebels AUs, @eyeloch being one of them, and here I am sharing them, that and I really did want to share them.

So without further ado, here are my Rebels AUs and how I came up with them:

Kanan and Sabine, Father-Daughter Modern AU

Creation: This basically sprung when I was reading Rebels fanfiction and noticed that in SWR modern AUs, in the event that Kanan and Hera aren’t married, there were AUs where Kanan takes care of Ezra, AUs where Hera takes care of Sabine, and AUs where Hera takes care of both of them, but no AUs where it’s just Kanan taking care of Sabine, so I made my own.

Content: I think this is pretty straight forward plot, a modern AU where Kanan is Sabine’s dad, I can’t really say anything else without spoiling the fanfiction I’m writing for this AU, which is coming along very very slowly. I’ll probably post it somewhere when I’m done, but no promises on when that will be.

Wings of Fire AU

Creation: I..... honestly have no idea how or why I came up with this.

Content: Anybody read the Wings of Fire book series? It’s a series about a continent of a bunch of different dragon tribes and they have dragons called animus dragons who have magical powers (humans are called scavengers and nobody can understand them). This AU is basically the plot of Rebels, but everyone’s a dragon, well Chopper’s a scavenger, but yeah. I don’t really have much for this other than giving dragon types to assorted Rebels characters and playing with a couple scene ideas in my head.

Mythical Halves AU

Creation: I came up with this one after I read a graphic novel called Fish Girl about a mermaid who lives in an aquarium and in the book she befriends a human girl who gives her the name Mira. Since I’m a Star Wars Rebels nerd, it made me think of Ezra’s mother and I thought: “What if Ezra’s mother was a mermaid?” and this AU was born.

Content: This AU has a somewhat modern/human world setting. The story is about the members of the Ghost crew discovering one of their parents was a mythical creature and how they deal with their mythical creature blood. Eventually they meet up and work together to overcome those who wish them harm. I’ve made little character profiles for the Ghost crew that tells which one of their parents was a mythical creature and what creature they were, along with the abilities they’ve gained from this. I also have written little paragraphs summarizing their backstories for everyone except Sabine, because I want to know a bit more about her backstory with her father first.

Note: Chopper isn’t human, but he is a mythical creature.

Kanera Selection AU

Warning: Spoilers for the Selection book series, if you don’t want to be spoiled skip this one.

Creation: I came up with this one after thinking about Kriss Ambers, one of the girls in the Selection, and how she was secretly a Northern rebel and committed to her cause, and she fell in love with Prince Maxon, although she doesn’t win the Selection. This made me think of Hera and how she’s a devoted rebel who ends up falling in love with Kanan (I am a devoted Kanera shipper, do not argue with me on this). So I decided to put Hera and Kanan in a Selection

Content: (Earth AU) The story takes place in the country of Estrella and is about young rebel Hera entering the Selection for Prince Kanan, who is not the son of the king, but his nephew, who is the heir to the throne because the king’s son died in a car accident along with Kanan’s mother (I’ll give you one guess who she is), so Kanan has to do the Selection. All I have for this AU is a list of contestants and what province they’re from (it’s significantly less girls than there are in the books because I could not find 35 Star Wars girls who I thought would be somewhat acceptable age wise for the time. I’ve also thought about a few plot ideas but haven’t written them down. 

Musical High School AU

Creation: This AU spawned after I listened to the High School Musical soundtracks over and over a few times and this popped up. However, this is not a High School Musical AU, this is something different.

Content: This takes place in a high school where everyone has labels. Five students (Hera, Sabine, Kanan, Zeb, and Ezra), are enlisted by student music teacher Ahsoka Tano to save the schools’s music program (and give a boost to the school’s general budget) by entering a student singing competition that is categorized and leads to other similar competitions. I haven’t figured out why she chooses them other than the choir kids the school has aren’t cut out for this. For this AU I basically have figured out what the Ghost crew’s high school personalities are, a little special thing they do that contributes to rehearsals, and what songs they’re singing.

If you want to here more about any of these AUs just ask.

[singswan-springswan]

Behold: a little plot bunny that's been bouncing around my head. Another Kanera mermaid AU because I'm obsessed with mermaids and Kanera is love Kanera is life. Kanan's trying desperately not to blow his cover on land but gaslighting his human partner Hera is harder than he thought, especially when he can't help but save her from drowning on the occasion.

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Hera knew Kanan was a skeptic—and in all fairness, she’d been one too. But before all that, he was supposed to trust her. That’d been the first thing to connect them. Her wild ideas, and his fascinated willingness to go along with them. Of course, Hera knew that he had boundaries, but they’d been difficult to find in the two years he’d been her best friend, and the fact that they existed in the first place was something of a vague notion. In any case, she never thought he’d draw the line here.

“This isn’t me being radical, Kanan.” Hera huffed, smacking the meter stick into her other hand. These days, it felt like a necessary thing to have him take her side, even if there was no solid opposition to take sides against, and even if the argument didn’t involve him. Hera just liked when he supported her, if she was honest. Which was silly. As if he didn’t support her by default as it was, here she stood now, demanding he agree with the one assertion that made him dig his heels in. 

But really, wasn’t he used to her crazy ideas by now? Surely he couldn’t be putting this past her. He should have seen it coming. She should have seen it coming too. Kriff, maybe she really was crazy, but could he at least agree with her?

Kanan propped a handsome cheekbone on his fist, elbow slanted lazily atop the messy table. Hera could stand to tidy things up in here; the galley of her beloved ship was something that should be clean on the regular. But she’d been down here all night with her murder board, and there hadn’t been time before Kanan wandered in for breakfast. He looked bored, having finished his bagel by now. There was a closed-off tolerance behind his eyes: a look so rare it made Hera frantic to have him understand.

She pointed the stick to the whiteboard on her right, where she’d pinned up photographs and newspaper clippings and a flaky array of sticky notes—all very neatly organized from her point of view, though a small voice in her head said that Kanan and perhaps a Hera who wasn’t sleep deprived would not see it the same way.

“This is me being logical. Look, I have it all thought out.”

Kanan—bless him—didn’t patronize her with a pointed sweep of the room. Hera really ought to clean up.

“There’s nothing logical about what happened.” He said in a blunt tone. At least he was focused on her, not indulging the rant with presence alone. 

“Exactly! There’s no logical explanation. Which can only mean my survival was supernatural. We both know I should have died that night—there was no chance for me to make it through the storm on my own, even with all my skill and experience—so whoever rescued me must have been specially gifted and enhanced individuals like that simply don’t exist within the human understanding of the world. Besides, I saw—”

“You imagined.” Kanan interrupted, frowning a little now, to Hera’s immense frustration. “You were half drowned by the time you made it back to shore, and that much more exhausted. On top of that, your imagination is one of the more impressive ones out there.”

Hera glared at him. “I saw,” She insisted. “Things that can’t be explained by a human understanding of the world. And you know me. I’m adaptable.”

Kanan sighed heavily and rubbed a hand against his brow. He was certainly being firm about this line, and not crossing it and such. And that was maddening to Hera. It didn’t fit his pattern of behavior to be so adamant about not believing her. Sure, this might be her craziest idea to date, but a few of her past conspiracy theories came pretty darn close and as she recalled, he’d jumped on board without a second thought. So why was this any different?

Outside, a boat motor rumbled past the marina, and the Ghost creaked pleasantly while it rocked on the wake coming in. Hera could hear the bustle of other mariners on the docks too, mingled with seagull chatter and clanging equipment. This late in the morning, the first round of fishermen were coming to port already. And she still hadn’t convinced Kanan.

“Okay,” He dropped the hands from his face and held them pressed together, fingers pointed her direction. “This is what we know.”

Hera narrowed her eyes, but she let him talk.

“You were stupid enough to take the Phantom out without me when you knew the forecast was bad, and you were caught on the open ocean when a storm rolled in. The dinghy capsized, probably on the seabed by now, with all your equipment—and you were lucky enough to wash up on shore before you drowned completely. Does that sound about right?”

Hera swung the meter stick down to smack a pile of papers in front of Kanan, eliciting a sharp noise and no reaction but an unimpressed raise of the eyebrow. “What I know,” She snapped. “Is that I should be dead. And I have one very specific person to thank for that. I was rescued, Kanan. Someone saved me: someone not human. Someone from the sea.” 

She wouldn’t have believed it if she hadn’t seen it herself. And although the memories from that night were fuzzy around the edges, she distinctly recalled the moment on the beach, vomiting sea water in the pouring rain, tucked into a pair of strong arms. She remembered babbling in confusion, and she remembered her rescuer vanishing in a brilliant blur of green and gold, before she could properly register the feel of scales beneath her hand. These memories weren’t products of an exhausted brain or overstimulated imagination. She knew she sounded crazy otherwise, but she couldn’t betray herself. Maybe for that reason, she was so determined to convince Kanan. She didn’t want to be crazy and alone.

But he was unimpressed with her stubborn insistence. He wasn’t patronizing, or indulgent—which would have made his disbelief worse—so small miracles. At least he had the decency to be straight with her.

“Hera,” Kanan gave her a flat look. “You know mermaids aren’t real, right?”

There was no budging on that line of his. Hera wanted to pout, cross her arms, insist that no actually she didn’t know that, and neither did he really. But they’d been at this for hours already. She’d started her rant the moment he strolled in—hair still a beautiful mess from sleep—and she’d meticulously explained every node on her murder board with fine detail, so if that hadn’t convinced him even a smidge, then whining definitely wouldn’t.

Instead, Hera drew herself up and gave him her best calculating stare. “What would it take?” She asked slowly, carefully. “To make you believe?”

Kanan crossed his arms and leaned back: the foreign picture of closed off. His lips pinched. His eyes had a wall behind them. “You couldn’t convince me.” He said plainly. “Fairytales don’t exist.”

[singswan-springswan]

Me rambling for that one brainrot I had of a Little Mermaid Kanera AU *sobs*

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Hera was usually not so uncertain about announcing herself. But then, having a voice was something she’d taken for granted, it seemed. Would it be rude to knock? Would it be ruder still to not knock at all, to simply stroll in uninvited with the hope that the sound of her footsteps might alert him to her presence?

Hera frowned and slid a gentle hand against the solid wood. She didn’t want to disturb him. Knocking might have that effect. The idea that he might not appreciate her visit at all never crossed her mind. His wishes at the moment were irrelevant, and Kanan should not be alone now. He’d almost drowned again. 

Eventually, she decided against knocking. It was too quiet in this hall to knock, to disturb the silence for such a trivial gesture, especially when she was not asking permission. Maybe the sound of the door swinging open would be enough.

It was suitably assertive for Hera’s standards, but when she pushed into the room and saw what Kanan was up to, she had her doubts. 

The vast space was ordered neatly and sparsely occupied. Few accessories or decorations adorned the furniture, which Hera found curious considering the rest of the castle’s opulence. Enough had been accumulated to befit a prince, but Kanan—it seemed—was sparse in his personal quarters. It made a bit of sense. He was always out and active, rarely spending lengths of time cooped up indoors at all. Only a few corners of the large room appeared to be properly lived-in. Some of the others were even collecting dust.

It was in one of these frequented places that Hera saw Kanan. A clear space on the floor by the window was set up like a lounge of sorts, arranged with a worn, braided rug, and beautiful embroidered cushions. Kanan had one tucked beneath his knees, back facing her, head bowed.

Hera nudged the door closed with a soft click, then moved towards him with quiet purpose. He gave no indication he knew she was there. When she rounded his side, she found his hands resting stiffly on his thighs. There was an uncomfortable frown impressed upon his handsome features, as if he’d begun with a neutral expression and slowly soured over time. Tears streamed freely from both his closed eyes.

She wanted so badly to speak to him, sing to him, to feel the sound of his name in her throat. But she’d gambled her voice away, so there was nothing to say now. Hera toed off her slippers and sank to the floor. She waited.

Kanan sighed before blinking slowly, having waited and soured for a few minutes longer. “I know you’re there.” He murmured in a soft tone, fingers twitching on his legs.

Hera shifted. Kriff legs and sitting and such. She missed her tail. How could he sit like that for so long and not fall over? Her legs were getting tingly.

“You don’t need to check on me.”

Hera wished she could speak. She didn’t know what to say, but she wanted to say something so strongly, and the music in her heart was trapped without a song to fly out on. It fluttered around the inside of her chest, banging on her ribs with an indignation she’d never had to suffer with before. He was clearly hurting. She wanted to help, hated to see him in pain for a moment, and the best way she knew to soothe a soul was through song—but again, her voice was gone.

Kanan opened his eyes (his beautiful vibrant tired eyes) and looked at her sitting across from him, awkward and stiff. When he flashed a fleeting smile at the sight, his cheeks stretched and the tears there caught light. “You can use a pillow, you know.”

The permission was a small relief, if not largely helpful. Hera wasn’t sure she’d ever be comfortable on legs, but his offer was nice. She ignored it, however, in favor of frowning. She was concerned for him. Besides that, he was trying to deflect from the whale in the room, and it wasn’t amusing in the slightest.

His smile dropped, and his chin went with it. “Hera,” He sighed softly. “I’m fine.”

She nudged his knee with her toe. Then why are you crying? She signed, which was a tricky business when her arms held her legs in place.

Kanan grimaced with teeth. The way he turned his face away almost presented as embarrassed. “It’s nothing.” But his eyes were still shining and the skin at the corners there was pinched, tense. He looked so sad and unsure of himself. Not at all the picture perfect prince at court. “It was—it happened a while ago.” He huffed, now frustrated as well. “It was months ago. It shouldn’t still bother me. It doesn’t.”

Was he talking about what she thought he was talking about?

Hera shuffled a pillow beneath her many skirts. The sudden thought of that song sent her ribcage alight with motion, trapped and building pressure. She’d never heard of anyone plagued by their own siren call before, but then there was always an outlet. Always someone who could listen to the melody: an audience, a recipient. She’d forgotten the way it took humans.

When all she did was stare at him in open expectancy, Kanan slumped, defeated, twisting his legs around to cross them in front of himself. He wrapped his arms around his knees. He looked smaller like that.

“I shipwrecked before you came to us.” He said lowly. “We were coming home from a peace conference, a day off the coast. Then a storm came up from the east and… it was bad. Our vessel was left in splinters, ruptured from a lightning blast and powder. The only thing I recall after that is not recalling anything, then finding myself miraculously washed up on shore and…”

Hera had heard others dismiss the rest of his testimony. This far removed from the incident, wild gossip had reached even the farthest corners of the castle. Some embellishments had made her laugh. Others were the product of too many drinks too late at night. But at the end of it all, no one believed him. No one believed in this mystery savior but Kanan, and Kanan with all his heart. Hera was to blame for that. She did sing to him.

I heard. Hera signed. She kept her expression neutral, but Kanan still deflated sadly.

“Then you know how ridiculous it is—”

No. She gestured with a firm hand, and shook her head for emphasis. No.

He let his gaze flicker across her face, searching for meaning without hope of validation. Hera didn’t know what to offer then except her support. What could she do when he cried still, haunted by the lingering echo of the song she used to save him? It plagued him. She’d enchanted him that morning on the shoreline, brought back from the precipice of death, endowed with the magical music of the sea. It made a home in his mind and waited for her—but she couldn’t sing it free because her voice was gone, so Kanan’s tears fell freely still.

She wished she could explain herself, her adamance. But even if she had the strength, she had no words. For now, they’d have to do without them. Hera reached across the space between pillows and touched Kanan’s wrist. The song in her chest raced down to hum at her fingertips, almost almost home, and the song in his head raced down to meet it, separated by skin and circumstance alone. 

At the very least, it brought him a moment of respite. He sighed a shuddering breath. His eyes fluttered shut, and more tears slipped away.