#ryder azadi is the ringmaster (the last place he worked didn't survive and there are all kinds of rumors but the spectres took him anyways)

[kanerallels]

Platonic sebezra, circus au?

Oh-ho-ho I did NOT expect this prompt to take root the way it did. Ahem. But here's a little ficlet that doesn't even begin to touch the depths of brain rot you've given me

“You’re the new tightrope walker, right?”

Sabine didn’t look up from lacing up her shoes as she replied, “Looks like it.”

This wasn’t where she’d expected to be— a circus in the middle of nowhere, barely breaking even. Clearly, it wasn’t as popular as it used to be. Everything made that clear, from the worn out waistcoat that the ringmaster had been wearing when he hired her and the threadbare costumes hanging on a rack near her, to the fact that the tent was still nearly empty, and it was fifteen minutes until show time.

But she’d gotten stuck, and she needed the money. And luckily, she was good at more than one thing. Tightrope walking would be easy.

Rising, she turned towards the arena— and froze, coming face to face with a lion.

Her instinct was to scream, her second to run or fight. But instead, Sabine deliberately tensed her muscles, feeling the panic race through her, silently counting to five. When she reached five, she let out a long exhale, then lifted an eyebrow at the orange clad boy standing behind the lion.

“Let me guess,” she said. “Lion tamer?”

He grinned. “How’d you guess?” With a quick whistle, he called the lion back, and it settled next to him, looking like nothing so much as an over large cat. “I’m Ezra, and this is Jasmine.”

“Sabine. This how you greet all your new coworkers?”

Shrugging, Ezra said, “Only the ones who can handle it. And it looked like you could. Besides, it’s a good test of who’s going to stick around.”

Sabine had no intention of sticking around. This job would, hopefully, get her enough money to make it to her next destination, and then she would move on.

But for now, she just nodded. “Looks like I passed.”

“Looks like it,” Ezra said with a grin. “Welcome to Circus Spectres.”

#thanks for the ask!! #star wars rebels #swr #sabine wren #ezra bridger #writing stories is a kind of magic too #YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THE WAY MY BRAIN LATCHED ONTO THIS #listen. they're a struggling circus because they owe people money but they're still trying to inspire wonder and hope and joy #and do what they love #ryder azadi is the ringmaster (the last place he worked didn't survive and there are all kinds of rumors but the spectres took him anyways) #and kanan is a fire eater (partially because. reasons. and partially because of my childhood obsession with dustfinger) #and hera is a trick rider! and zeb is the trapeze artist (who used to have a partner that died and now he refuses to work with anyone else) #and sabine would help them bring life back to this place and ANYWAYS #i have a shocking amount of ideas about this au and backstory #and how everyone here is lost or broken but they all wound up together #(probably thanks to hera) #like i said. a LOT of thoughts #*whispers to myself* don't lose self control and write more don't lose self control and write more #so uh. if anyone wants to send me another prompt. and they don't know what au to choose #you probably shouldn't enable me like that #I DIGRESS #swr circus au