#KALLUZEB CONFIRMED

[trancowboy]

is this what winning feels like? kalluzeb nation how we feeling

[katzs-current-obsession]

TWO gay ships from my fandoms CONFIRMED

Im having the BEST time

[tending-the-hearth]

zeb being confirmed in the mando and grogu movie means the rebels fans are one step closer to live action kal which means we’re one step closer to live action kalluzeb

[spectres-fulcrum]

I know someone on Tumblr posted this but ???? The Star Wars twitter account just posted that the Rebels gang were getting Vader comic variation covers to celebrate 10 years and the video described Kallus' cover as his pre Kalluzeb days.

His pre Kalluzeb days. Not pre spy days or pre alliance days but his pre Kalluzeb days.

What is THAT supposed to mean? Is it just a way of riling up fans(worst timeline)? Bromance? Is that a way of subtle confirmation? Is there something on the horizon?

Idk. Kalluzeb being canon is my wildest dream. It's like the one thing if I could truly ask for anything in Star Wars I would ask for because I think it makes the most sense storywise and I trust Filoni and Steve with it. So I am screaming at this acknowledgement. Also my love for them has withstood the test of time.

ahhhh

[embrose]

I'm hoping Zeb and/or Kallus shows up in Ahsoka's 2nd season. Can't see why they wouldn't; Ezra is finally back and Zeb would definitely want to see him, and Thrawn is back as well, and Hera and Ezra both will probably be a big part in battling him. Hell, Zeb is in charge of training new recruits, if he doesn't show up I'm calling bullshit.

(Would also be a great opportunity for Disney to confirm Kalluzeb, follow Star Wars Twitter account's example, if ya know what I mean, wink wink, nudge nudge)

[d3epfriedangels]

KALLUZEB CONFIRMED ON IG STORY??? one milllion thank yous to @sabellart for pointing this out but im coming here to yell about it

[where-is-kallus]

its been a draining 2,033 days without alexsandr kallus

(bonus! kalluzeb is confirmed canon?? ill take tiny little crumbs of him thank you very much)

[nimata-beroya]

😲😲 oh my gosh!!! Is that what I think it is?!!!! 💍

[steepedfoxglovetea]

I bet since Kalluzeb isn’t watching Jacen, they’re cat sitting for Sabine. If that’s the case, Disney, I want a whole miniseries about the goofy antics they get up to (and confirmed husbands)

[maralovesescapism]

I don’t ask for much. All I want is for Ezra to be found and start asking about the Ghost Crew, and ask after Zeb only to be told that he is retired living happily with Alex on Lira San, but he doesn’t know who Alex is so when they tell him they mean Kallus he has the most shocked reaction like when he realised Kallus was fulcrum since his over the top reaction is the same.

I get through each episode of Ahsoka with the thought “Kalluzeb please be confirmed soon, knowing that I might be one step closer to my OTP becoming cannon. Just don’t uncannon it Disney, I would be disappointed if it’s not mentioned but just don’t disprove the ship pls!

[bookishbrigitta]

WIP Tuesday (F-it)

I'm meant to be working on my Kanera week stuff, but this is what came out when I tried writing, so...enjoy some Kalluzeb Dads content and helping me come up with a name for their daughter.

“Whassat?” she asked, piquing her ears and pointing the lone long finger on her right hand at the top bunk.

“It’s a bunk bed, love,” Zeb explained patiently. “One person sleeps on the top and another person sleeps on the bottom.”

She peered up at the bed curiously.

“Here,” said Zeb, hoisting her up and into the top bunk. Her eyes went wide with excitement. “Watcha think?”

“Dan-dan!” She squealed. “It’s like sleeping in a tree!”

“Sure is, darlin’. Say, did ya know your Uncle Ezra used t’sleep up there?”

“He did?!”

Ezra, perhaps the only other person as capable of driving her parents to exasperation, was the subject of the girl’s constant adoration.

“He did,” Zeb confirmed. “Uncle Ezra slept up top, an’ I slept on the bottom.”

“Where did you sleep, Papa?” she asked, looking at Alexsandr, who had been watching the exchange from across the room.

“I slept on the Glimmer or one of the rooms on base,” he said, walking closer to the bed. “Dan-Dan and I weren’t married yet.”

She looked at them, agog, scarcely able to comprehend a time her parents weren’t together. But as children often do, she changed her course of thought quickly.

“Papa, Dan-Dan! Can I sleep up here tonight?” 

Zeb’s ears perked up in delight while Alexsandr tried to restrain his grin at least a little bit.

Despite being of a species known for its climbing capabilities, [babygirl] was more hesitant than her peers to climb, especially to great heights. The two missing fingers on her right hand lessened her grip strength and the surface area she could use to grab on. She vacillated between burning desire to climb and swing with the other kits and fear of falling and not keeping up. 

Alex had a unique, visceral appreciation for how complex her relationship with her hand – and, by extension, climbing and heights – was. It wasn’t that Zeb wasn’t understanding; he just didn’t have the same experience of living every day in a body that didn’t quite work the way he wanted it to.

All the same, they were both overjoyed at their daughter showing enthusiasm for being up high independently. Of course, they couldn’t act too excited – few things made a child less likely to do something than being asked to by their parents.

[foxxxtransformer123]

My reaction to getting Kalluzeb confirmed or denied will be the same: a lot of screaming, crying, and random posting.

If we get any, and I mean any, indication of Kalluzeb. If it's just acknowledged, just a tiny bit, I will be on the floor sobbing.

✨️Them✨️

PLEASE, FILONI, I AM BEGGING YOU, CONFIRM IT, OR JUST ACKNOWLEDGE IT.

Sincerely, a slightly unhinged and definitely obsessed Star Wars fan and Kalluzeb shipper.

[agrosehamada]

So Luna and I. Had an amazing opportunity to go on a trip. To meet THE Steve Blum. Oh my goddess. We had to stand in line for three hours but it was WORTH IT. He was the sweetest man. I was a little nervous about bringing Luna and a print of all my Kalluzeb fanbabies for the autograph. But he was SO sweet about them, he said that Zeb and Alex "make beautiful babies" and Luna was like "looking in a mirror", asked if the kids help with growing Meilooruns in the garden and I was like absolutely they do!!! Steve Blum supports Kalluzeb fanbabies confirmed, this was the validation I needed in my life 😭 He was also so nice to me even with me visibly fanboying like crazy, when I walked up in my Ezra cosplay he put on the Zeb voice and went "I know you! I've missed you!" All my space family feels!!! And when I told him how Star Wars Rebels is such a big part of my life and was a major part of my journey to my coming out as trans he said "Thank you for making me a part of your journey!" Like all my emotions!!! 💙

It was just. An incredible and very special experience and very much worth the wait.

And just some random aesthetic pictures from the con--sorry I was not on my best cosplay game today, at least in my pics, but it was still an incredible day!!!

[martianbugsbunny]

To Convince You That I Love You (A Kalluzeb Fic): Chapter 2

*staring and waving thru the window* I'm really enjoying this fic, it's I think four chapters, so it's already halfway done lol, and it's loads of fun. And speaking of fun Kallus is going to pass out and be sped back to the Ghost for emergency transport to medical facilities!!! Woo-hoo!!! This one's from Zeb's POV, so strap y'allselves in and get ready for him to be completely wigging about what happened to Kallus but also being as gentle as possible when moving him bc I am such a sucker for that. Read on and enjoy!

Zeb heard the explosion and instantly fired the last three shots he needed to finish off the stormtroopers with perfect precision. He sprinted towards the landing pad, fear shooting through him. Come on, Kal, please don’t have been in the blast.

The shuttle was a smoking ruin, the metal buckling against the inferno inside. That agent they had been tracking was dead. There was no way she could have survived.

But Zeb didn’t care about the mission anymore. He filtered out the smoldering pile of rubble and scanned his surroundings for any sign of Kallus.

Finally he saw Kallus lying several yards away from the shuttle, thrown by the power of the blast. Zeb sprinted over, moving faster than he could remember doing in a long time. His palms were sweating and he could hardly feel his legs, he was so terrified. Losing Kallus was…well, it was his personal worse-case scenario.

He knelt down. Kallus’s leg was twisted at an unnatural angle, and there was a piece of metal embedded in his upper arm. Worse, his nose was bleeding heavily, and there were dark bruises around his eyes and behind his ears: sure signs of a head injury. Somehow, though, he was still (barely) awake.

“Something’s not right,” he muttered. He couldn’t seem to focus his gaze on Zeb’s face. “Everything’s…foggy.”

Then his eyes fell shut and his head tipped to one side, the muscles in his neck slack.

Zeb slung his bo-rifle onto his back. There was no good way to pick Kallus up, with one of each limb wounded, so he simply did his best to support Kallus’s legs above the injured joint and thanked his lucky stars that his wounded arm was not the one that ended up held tightly against Zeb’s chest.

Kanan and Sabine had long since cleared out the troopers who had pinned down the Ghost. In fact, Zeb wondered for a moment why they hadn’t bothered reinforcing him and Kallus—but they were both trained soldiers and neither of them had commed for help, so there had really been no reason to worry.

Well, except for the fact that there was.

Zeb climbed aboard the Ghost and found Kanan and the kids debating over a topographic map he didn’t recognize at the holo-table. “There’s an outpost not too far from here, we could make a supply run before returning to base,” Ezra suggested.

“While we have an Imperial agent on board? Not gonna happen,” Sabine said. Zeb noticed that despite her confident tone, she still looked to Kanan for confirmation.

Kanan was saved from having to pick a side when he heard the sound of the ramp closing and turned to look at Zeb. “Ezra, go tell Hera to get the ship moving, now!” he commanded sharply. Ezra was turning pale, having gotten a look at the bloodied condition Kallus was in, but he did as he was told.

Zeb set Kallus down on the floor. “Let me guess: the explosion?” Sabine asked. Explosions were fairly run-of-the-mill for the Rebellion (especially when it came to the Specters) and hearing one in the distance wasn’t necessarily taken as a sign that someone was in trouble.

“Yeah.” Zeb found his throat tight, a pricking sensation he wasn’t used to irritating his eyes. “There were two Imperial fighters. They aimed for him and got the agent’s entire shuttle instead.”

Kanan wrapped his hand around Kallus’s wrist. It wasn’t the standard method of measuring a heartbeat, but his Jedi powers probably made it practical enough.

“We need to get him back to base soon,” Kanan said quietly. “Or he might not make it.”

Zeb paced to the edge of the room and slammed his fist down onto a crate. Kallus was always doing stupid things like this—putting himself in danger, taking too many risks, going way too far. When would enough be enough?

If Zeb had anything to say about it, Kallus would see the light sooner rather than later…if he lived to wake up again.

[achingly-shy]

official star wars youtube channel confirming kalluzeb is canon????

[kanerallels]

For @kaneraweek day three! I get to write Zeb's point of view!! And it's very fun!

(Important: please don't tag this as Kalluzeb. Thank you for your consideration!)

Read on AO3!

OH and I keep forgetting my tag list but here it is today: @laughingphoenixleader @accidental-spice @day-to-day-thots @heckin-music-dork @firefoxtessa @auroramagpie @opalknight @cassie-fanfics (DM me if you want to be added or removed from the list!)

Yavin 4 was an okay base so far. It was safe, sheltered from the Empire, and they had a decent cook in the mess hall. But, in Zeb’s opinion, it was far too humid. And the trees were a bit much. Atollon had better views— but at least there weren’t any crawlers.

The main thing he didn’t really like about Yavin 4, however, was the people. Not that he had much of any real problem with them. But the vast majority of them had the same two problems.

One, they didn’t know when Zeb was trying to take an idiot break. On Atollon, his hideout had been far enough away from the others that he’d rarely gotten uninvited guests, and everyone had learned to give him space quickly enough. That still wasn’t true here yet.

“Er, Captain Orrelios?”

Letting out a huge sigh, Zeb pushed up his glare shades and squinted at the human standing next to his chair. He was probably of average height for a human man— somewhere a little shorter than Kanan, but taller than Ezra. His hair was blond, and he wore one of those orange jumpsuits all the pilots seemed to love. Zeb, personally, did not see the appeal. 

“What?” he said, keeping his voice gruff enough that hopefully, the pilot would get the hint and leave.

He did not get the hint. “I was wondering if I could ask you a question.”

Sighing, Zeb said, “If I say yes, will you leave me alone?”

“...huh?”

“Sure, whatever,” Zeb said, rolling his eyes. “What do you want?”

“Um. Do you know if General Syndulla is single?”

Zeb’s jaw dropped. In the chair next to him, there was a choked cough as Aleksander Kallus sat upright, nearly dropping the datapad he’d been studying in an attempt to ignore this conversation. “What?”

“Just, you know,” the pilot said sheepishly. “Is she seeing anyone?”

And this was the other reason he didn’t like Yavin 4. Zeb had caught more than a few Rebellion personnel looking at Hera, and he was sure there were all sorts of rumors circulating about her. This was the third one who’d approached him about her, and it was driving him insane.

“What is this, primary school?” he demanded, giving the pilot a look of disgust. “General Syndulla— you know, your commanding officer— doesn’t make her personal life public for a reason. Cause it’s NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. Now scram, before I make you regret it.”

Looking deeply chastened, the pilot all but scampered away, and Zeb snorted. As if she’d be interested in a pipsqueak like him anyways.

Flopping back down into his chair, he muttered, “Alright, it’s official. I miss the others.”

“Let me guess,” Kallus said, his gaze not moving from his datapad. “Jarrus loves to handle that kind of question.”

Zeb snorted. “When he’s around, we don’t have to.”

Back when Zeb had first joined the Ghost crew, neither Kanan nor Hera had told him anything concerning their relationship. Because, he now knew, there wasn’t one. Not really, at that point. Despite the fact they’d been working together for close to two years, neither of them had made a real move.

Unfortunately for them, they hadn’t told Zeb that. Which meant he’d clocked their obvious feelings for each other— especially on Kanan’s side— in four days. At first, he’d thought they were in a relationship, or at least married.

After a job went sideways, landing Hera in the hospital and sending Kanan into a panicked spiral, Zeb had figured that was as much a confirmation as any. But when he’d brought it up while they waited in Hera’s room, Kanan had shot him a surprised look. “We’re not— no, Hera’s not my— no. We’re just… friends.”

There’d been no real sign of bitterness in his voice, just resignation and acceptance. But when Hera had woken up, the first place she’d looked, the first name she’d said? Was Kanan’s. And the way he’d moved to her side immediately, hand wrapping around hers like it was the most natural thing in the world?

Zeb wasn’t an idiot. He knew what he was looking at. These two were meant for each other. And it took a little while, but they figured it out, too.

It had been a long time since the days of “just friends”.

The annoying part, however, was that neither of them made any effort to publicize their relationship. They didn’t tell people immediately— some people they didn’t tell at all. Most people put it together after seeing them interact, since Kanan was the least subtle person Zeb had ever met.

But Kanan, along with the kids and Chopper, were off on Mandalore, saving Sabine’s dad and doing Ashla knows what else. Which meant their new friends on Yavin 4? Had no idea that Hera was very, very taken.

It wasn’t like Hera liked being hit on by random karkers. It was just that she was incredibly private, and didn’t want people to assume she got her title thanks to her Jedi husband. Which Kanan respected, and Zeb thought was dumb. Who cared what the morons thought?

Unfortunately, he didn’t get to make that decision. So he was stuck with idiots trying to get Hera’s number.

Sighing, he said, “It wouldn’t be as bad if the others were here. At least Sabine or Ezra. Used to be they were the approachable ones, not me.”

“I’d love to see that with Wren,” Kallus murmured wryly, tapping at his datapad screen. “I’m sure she had a lot of fun with it.”

“Oh, she tore ‘em to shreds,” Zeb assured him. “Had to deal with a couple lovestruck idiots of her own, too. That was fun to watch. But Ezra did a pretty good job, too. His favorite method was the guilt trip. Once, he asked one guy what his mother would say if she heard him.”

Kallus snorted. “He didn’t— no, of course he did. That’s Bridger for you.”

“Pretty sure the guy started crying,” Zeb said reminiscently. “Sooner those three get back, the better. At least Chopper could kriff them up. And Kanan could just be his usual self, which would work better than pretty much anything else. For the nice ones, anyways.”

There were always the occasional cocky little kriffers who were convinced that as soon as Hera got to know them, she’d dump Kanan— the insanely talented Jedi who’d taken on more Inquisitors and Sith that Zeb cared to count, and done some of it blind— for their arrogance and slicked back hair.

Those usually only took a few tries to get rid of. Either Zeb and the kids ganged up on them— which was fun— or Hera got to them. Which was really fun, and he told Kallus as much.

“What about Jarrus?” Kallus said with a frown. “I would assume he’d take great umbrage to someone acting like that around General Syndulla.”

“Oh, he does,” Zeb assured Kallus. “But Hera doesn’t really like us to fight her battles for her unless the karkers are really asking for it. It’s a whole thing she and Kanan had to argue about for a while. But they figured out a balance for it, like they always do. They’re disgustingly perfect like that.”

Snorting with amusement, Kallus turned his attention back to his datapad— which, Zeb saw, was one of those games he claimed were a good way to stimulate his mind when he wasn’t working. Zeb was pretty sure that stacking blocks was boring, and probably a better way of shutting off your brain. But he wasn’t about to pick that fight again.

Kallus was pretty easy to pick a fight with, though. Zeb had started out on Yavin 4 with some pranks to ease into their friendship, but apparently they were a little too reminiscent of Imperial hazing, and Kallus had retaliated considerably. Eventually, Rex had sat them down and politely told them to behave like adults working on a military base instead of twelve years at a boarding school (which neither of them had appreciated), and they’d called a truce.

(Mostly. There had been an incident involving Yavinese fire beetles and a jar of honey, but really, how could Zeb have resisted? And then when Kallus had responded, he couldn’t just let that go unanswered— okay. They hadn’t really stopped.)

Hera had come up with a final solution by sending them on a supply run together, and two Imperial squadrons, a box of meilooruns, and a bar room brawl later, the two of them had got along just fine. Zeb was beginning to think Hera solved all personnel problems by sending them on some kind of life changing field trip, though. He wasn’t sure if that was weirder, or the fact that it usually worked.

In any case, he’d started letting Kallus join him in his idiot breaks, mainly because the guy was about as bad as Hera was at taking said breaks. And he was good at not talking too much, except when they started arguing about Zeb’s taste in music. But that was something he didn’t really mind arguing about. It was better having a friend who thought the Agasar were trash than having an enemy who hunted them everywhere they went.

Which reminded him. “Hey— when did you figure out that Kanan and Hera were a thing?” Zeb asked Kallus.

“The first time I met Hera,” Kallus said, tapping at his screen again.

“Wha— there’s no way,” Zeb said. “They weren’t that obvious, even then.”

“And yet,” Kallus said blandly.

Scowling, Zeb said, “Well that’s— wait. You didn’t even meet her for months. Well, it took me four days, so I win.”

“Doesn’t count, and we weren’t competing.”

“Yes, it does and of course we were,” Zeb said. “And there’s no way you could have figured it out the first minute you met her. You were busy getting beat up by us.”

“That is categorically untrue on a number of levels,” Kallus said. “Being in a fight hardly precludes me from realizing the obvious nature of Kanan and Hera’s relationship.”

Rolling his eyes, Zeb said, “You talk like you swallowed a thesaurus and an Imperial handbook, you know that? But… fair enough.”

He’d seen Kanan and Hera working together before. The way they fought side by side was flawless, like they could reach each other’s thoughts. Almost more so than when Kanan and Ezra fought together— and they actually could read each other’s thoughts.

So, technically, he could see how Kallus would be able to tell that early. He was still kind of skeptical, though.

Before he could voice this skepticism, he caught sight of another pilot heading towards them. This one had an impressively waxed mustache and a smirk, and was ignoring the blond pilot as he made his way to Zeb’s chair. “So,” he said. “You gonna tell me if Syndulla is single?”

“You gotta be joking,” Zeb said, sighing. “Wait— did he put you up to asking us first?” he asked the blond man, who turned bright red. “Thought so.”

“Why no answer?” the mustachioed man asked. “You want her for yourself? I mean, a woman like that—”

“Shut up,” Kallus said, his voice going Imperial sharp so quickly that both Zeb and the blond man shot him a surprised look. “Perhaps, pilot, you need reminding that General Syndulla is your superior officer, and also a being who deserves your respect. And if that doesn’t do it, we’ll remind you more forcibly.”

Cracking his knuckles, Zeb grinned at the venom in Kallus’s voice, and the way the mustachioed pilot’s face paled. Without another word, he turned and left, half stumbling on his way.

“Good riddance,” Kallus said with a hint of satisfaction.

Grinning, Zeb said, “Not bad, mate. Knew you’d fit in fine.”

Kallus rolled his eyes, but Zeb could see his small, pleased smile as he returned to his datapad. Kanan’s gonna love this when he gets back, he thought. Now all they had to do was wait. But Zeb knew they’d be back eventually, no matter how much Hera was secretly worried about it, especially Sabine. Their crew had stuck together for this long. They’d be back.