#toldja the sabezra meeting in the merfolk au was like the little mermaid but with more screaming! lol

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for the ask game, could we mayhaps get a little snippet of sabezra in the teenage rebellion au and/or mythical creatures au?

hehe ok let's do both! (this got very long, whoops lol)

first off, here's a random bit of writing I just churned out, set in the not-so-very-distant future of the Teenage Rebellion AU, but after just enough of the plot development has developed that Things Are Just A Little Different! you get no context.

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"You know," Ezra mused in a low voice, leaning on the back of Sabine's chair and playing with a strand of her hair. "The first time I saw you, I thought you looked like something from a story."

Sabine glanced at him in the mirror ahead of her, and a smile pulled at her lips. "Oh?"

"Very dark fantasy," he nodded solemnly. "Ruler of the court of shadows, wicked changeling queen, goddess of the underworld... you get my drift."

"I hope that's a compliment."

"I assure you—" He ducked down and laid a kiss on the top of her hair, then dodged to avoid being swatted by Sabine's handmaid. "—it certainly is."

Sabine giggled. "You had better stop touching my hair, Youngest Brother, or Taya's gonna skin you alive."

Sabine's handmaid had taken a decided dislike to Ezra since the beginning, and his habit of fiddling with Sabine's hair while it was being braided only deepened her ire.

"All right, all right," Ezra said, holding up his hands dramatically and backing away. "I yield. You win. She's all yours, Lady Taya." He turned, making his way out of the bedroom and down the hallway, raising his voice theatrically as he did so. "I'll just go off... on my own... alone... by myself... just me... so lonely..."

Rolling her eyes, Sabine raised her voice, too. "Hey, you know what I just realized?!"

Ezra's head appeared through the doorway as he leaned back into the room, blue-gold eyes dancing with joy. "What'd'you realize?"

Sabine started ticking things off on her fingers, speaking to her handmaid more than to him. "Loud. Whiny. Hungry all the time. Needs constant attention. Hollers when he doesn't get it..." She trailed off, then faked a gasp, looking up at Taya with faux-astonishment. "Stars above, Taya—he's a tooka!"

Taya choked on a laugh, and the comically indignant look on Ezra's face was more than enough to send Sabine into howls of merriment.

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And! Now! Some mythical creatures AU!!

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The very last thing Sabine remembered was the anchor chain snagging around her leg and yanking her down.

Well... no, not quite.

There was something after that, too.

A shape. Silhouetted above her in the sunset-lit water, there was a shadow of—of—something.

Something... with a... with a tail.

Kanan had said he wouldn't, couldn't shift back into his mer-form—but then again, an anchor chain dragging Sabine to the bottom of the ocean might be enough to change that.

Something cold and wet poked her cheek once, lightly, then poked it again, followed by a splashing sound. A few seconds later, the same chilly touch tapped her forehead a few times—this time accompanied by a curious sort of trilling, clicking, gurgling sound—and her eyes popped open.

She was lying on a powdery beach, her cheeck squished into the sand. Her throat burned, probably from swallowing saltwater. The moon glittered and reflected off the waves lapping at the beach in front of her. A sea breeze ruffled her bangs.

She didn't really notice any of that, though, because not four inches in front of her face was someone else's face, staring at her with intent curiosity, one finger extended to poke her on the forehead again.

Awake in an instant, Sabine shrieked and shoved herself up, scrabbling backwards on the sand, away from the weird staring face person.

Apparently, her shriek startled the kid staring at her, because the kid let out a matching, higher-pitched shriek, and flailed backwards away from her, scooting back into the ocean until he was sitting in the waves, leaning back on his hands.

Sabine braced herself up on one hand and shook her head, trying to collect her thoughts and figure out what had even happened.

She was about to demand to know who he was, where he came from, and why in the name of all good sense wasn't he wearing a shirt, when her eyes fell upon the golden tail, peeking up out of the waves.

Sabine raised her eyes to him again, and really, actually looked.

The faintest of golden-hued patterns glimmered on his skin, glowing so softly they were barely visible in the moonlight. Long, pointed ear-fins poked out through his shaggy blue-black hair. And, most telling of all, there were flaps in his skin on each side of his neck.

He had gills.

Sabine took a breath and opened her mouth, though what she was planning to say, she didn't know. But she never got the chance.

Her movement had broken the silent spell of shock that held both of them in place, and the mer-boy spun around, diving headfirst into the surf and disappearing from sight.