#kalllus x zeb

[and-loth-cat]

ive come to a point in my life where i am crying over kalluzeb

i just

love them

so much

i love them more then i love myself and everything else about the world

they are my favorite thing ever rn

i am not ok :)))

[tigereyes45]

Holding Out for a Hero MEP Part 6

Yes I did use Kalluzeb for my second part of this multifandom MEP. What can I say? I love them.

[xxlittle0birdxx]

WIP: Kallus’ First Life Day

The mess was unusually crowded for so early in the morning. Although, given the cavernous dimensions of the space, crowded was a relative term. Kallus generally ate breakfast so early, the mess was practically deserted that time of day. It looked as though the supply runners had all returned at the roughly the same time. Zeb stood and waved a hand to get his attention. Kallus collected his breakfast and took his tray to one end of a long table occupied by the other Spectres. He gave Zeb a delighted smile and leaned forward, rubbing their cheeks together. Zeb threaded his hand through the hair on the back of Kallus’ head and brought their foreheads together. ‘When did you land?’

‘Bout an hour ago,’ Sabine told him. She wrinkled her nose at them. ‘Y’know, it’s pretty early in the morning for all… that.’ She flapped her hand in Zeb and Kallus’ direction.

Kallus’ cheeks went pink, but he shot her a impish grin all the same, and took a seat next to Zeb. Picking up his caf, he asked, ‘How long are you going to be here this time?’ The last time the Spectres had gone on a mission, they’d managed to stay at Massassi Base for two days before they headed back out again.

‘We’re gonna be here for at least a week,’ Hera said. ‘Just in time for Life Day.’ She moved a chunk of juicemelon around her plate with a fork. She lifted it to her nose and gave it an experimental sniff, then hurriedly put it back on the plate, the skin around her eyes tightening. ‘Doesn’t give us much time to prepare for it.’ She pushed her tray aside, leaving most of the food on it.

Kallus stared at her over the rim of his cup, putting it down just before the caf could slosh over the edge. ‘You celebrate Life Day?’

The Spectres gaped at him for a long, very uncomfortable moment.

‘You don’t?’ Rex asked incredulously. ‘Even the clones celebrated Life Day,’ he added under his breath.

Kallus blushed and poked the porridge on his tray with a spoon. ‘The Imperial military doesn’t,’ he reminded them stiffly.

‘Never with yer family?’ Zeb inquired, one brow quirked up. Kallus was old enough to have celebrated Life Day before the Empire officially frowned upon it. Even the most down-and-out types who would have cheerfully sold their grannies for a hit of spice that he’d encountered on Nar Shaddaa celebrated Life Day.

‘Not really. We might have done so when I was very small, but I don’t remember. And we certainly did not when I was older,’ Kallus replied. ‘My father said it was a load of utter nonsense…’ he trailed off, looking at their faces set in various expressions of surprise. ‘What?’

‘You’ve never had the tree or lights or candy or anything?’ Sabine blurted.

‘No.’

Sabine and Rex shared a glance that clearly said they were already planning something potentially embarrassing. ‘Right.’ Sabine rubbed her hands together. ‘How much leave have you accumulated?’

‘I wasn’t aware the Rebellion granted such a thing.’ Kallus pushed a piece of juicemelon around its plate, his eyes glued to it.

‘Intelligence types never remember personal leave exists,’ Rex retorted. ‘Worse than Jedi, and that’s saying something.’

Hera hummed as she swiped through a datapad. ‘Says here you’ve got a few days banked, and you haven’t taken so much as an hour.’ She tutted softly.

’Great!’ Sabine sipped her caf. ‘Hera can ask Draven to give you the day off, and you’re going to spend it with us.’

‘There’s work to do,’ Kallus protested, but Rex cut him off.

‘Work which will still be there the next day. The Rebellion’s not going to fail because you took a day off.’

‘We’ve still got some decorations on the Ghost,’ Hera commented. ‘No wroshyr trees, but that doesn’t matter.’

Kallus frowned and shoveled a few bites of porridge into his mouth as quickly as he could without coming off as unforgivably rude. Wroshyr trees? Decorations? Candy? He shook his head slightly, as though he were trying to dislodge an irksome insect around his ear. What was next? Some arcane group dance in which they would expect him to particiapte? Stars knew Sabine could tell him he had to wear some outlandish costume, and he wouldn’t know any better.

‘Don’t suppose anyone has a stash of gifts hidden on Ghost somewhere. Or we could make gifts,’ Zeb mused. ‘We always made our gifts on Lasan.’

‘Life Day is the day after tomorrow,’ Sabine reminded him.

‘Doesn’t have to be something fancy,’ Zeb argued.

Kallus froze, spoon midway to his open mouth. Gifts? Where the kark was he supposed to acquire gifts? More to the point, he had no experience giving gifts to anyone.

‘Maybe we should hit the brakes on gifts, too,’ Rex suggested, with a tilt of his head toward Kallus, who looked like a shiny in his first run in the Citadel test back on Kamino by the barrage of information and questions.

Hera glanced at Kallus, took in his wide-eyed pallor and hummed an assent. ‘Probably a good idea this year. We’ve had a lot of other things on our minds.’

‘Runnin’ low on joopa jerky to give away, are ya?’ Zeb chortled.

‘You don’t know what you’re missing,’ Rex insisted. ‘Parsecs better’n bantha jerky.’

‘Not sayin’ much,’ Zeb drawled. ‘Eat enough bantha jerky and ya won’t need a ‘fresher for days.’ He grinned. ‘Not for lack of tryin’, though.’

[thebestpilot]

I am the biggest Kalluzeb supporter, and I cry about them too. Don’t worry ;)

ive come to a point in my life where i am crying over kalluzeb

i just

love them

so much

i love them more then i love myself and everything else about the world

they are my favorite thing ever rn

i am not ok :)))

[agentlothcat]

First Life Day for Kallus...I’m loving it, @xxlittle0birdxx!!!! Keep up the good work, can’t wait to see more ❤️

WIP: Kallus’ First Life Day

The mess was unusually crowded for so early in the morning. Although, given the cavernous dimensions of the space, crowded was a relative term. Kallus generally ate breakfast so early, the mess was practically deserted that time of day. It looked as though the supply runners had all returned at the roughly the same time. Zeb stood and waved a hand to get his attention. Kallus collected his breakfast and took his tray to one end of a long table occupied by the other Spectres. He gave Zeb a delighted smile and leaned forward, rubbing their cheeks together. Zeb threaded his hand through the hair on the back of Kallus’ head and brought their foreheads together. ‘When did you land?’

‘Bout an hour ago,’ Sabine told him. She wrinkled her nose at them. ‘Y’know, it’s pretty early in the morning for all… that.’ She flapped her hand in Zeb and Kallus’ direction.

Kallus’ cheeks went pink, but he shot her a impish grin all the same, and took a seat next to Zeb. Picking up his caf, he asked, ‘How long are you going to be here this time?’ The last time the Spectres had gone on a mission, they’d managed to stay at Massassi Base for two days before they headed back out again.

‘We’re gonna be here for at least a week,’ Hera said. ‘Just in time for Life Day.’ She moved a chunk of juicemelon around her plate with a fork. She lifted it to her nose and gave it an experimental sniff, then hurriedly put it back on the plate, the skin around her eyes tightening. ‘Doesn’t give us much time to prepare for it.’ She pushed her tray aside, leaving most of the food on it.

Kallus stared at her over the rim of his cup, putting it down just before the caf could slosh over the edge. ‘You celebrate Life Day?’

The Spectres gaped at him for a long, very uncomfortable moment.

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