(A/N) So Kalluzebweddingplan hosted a 14 Days of Valentines prompt challenge over on Tumblr and I figured I had best get all of my prompt fills displayed in a nice single easy to access spot. There's no particular plot connection between most of them, just individual fills. Hope you enjoy!

Flowers

"Happy birthday, Kallus!"

Alexsandr Kallus would admit that he'd heard some very unnerving things in his lifetime, even more so since taking on the responsibilities of a Fulcrum agent. However, he could now say with complete honesty that nothing he had heard before was half so unnerving as Ezra Bridger wishing him a happy birthday.

"I beg your pardon?" he said to the young commander, drawing the attention of what felt like half the command center.

"Yeah, man, it's definitely the right day. Sorry we don't have a party set up or anything, but if you wanted that, you should've said something. We just found out," the boy said with a teasing grin.

"How did you find that out?"

"Front and center," he answered, pointing at the holo display he and Sabine had been working at. Above it floated an image of Kallus with a small block of text offering additional information. The holo was not very flattering, having been taken after he'd received a working over from Thrawn. "The Empire just sent out a fresh warrant for your arrest. It has your birth date in it."

"Hold up. It's your birthday?" Zeb asked, looking up from some briefing he'd been going over with Hera and Kanan. "Karabast, Kal. Why didn't you say anythin'?"

"I...didn't know," he answered awkwardly, gaze darting between Zeb and the holo.

"Didn't know? How can you not know your own birthday?" Sabine asked incredulously.

"It's not- so much that I don't know the date of my birth. As a piece of information, I am aware of what date I was born on. It's just...I tend to forget about it. I haven't marked my birthday since before the first Empire Day was decreed."

Hearing that, Zeb gave a small, perturbed growl. "Hera? Kanan? Can this wait about ten minutes?"

"I suppose," Hera said, raising an eyebrow at him. "What, exactly, are you thinking?"

"You'll see. And you," he called to Kallus just before striding out of the command center, "don't go anywhere, yeah? I'll be right back."

At first, everyone was buzzing with curiosity about what it was the Lasat was planning to do, but about five minutes into the wait, that interest fizzled out, allowing everyone to get back to their duties; including Kallus. He'd very nearly managed to forget that anything out of the ordinary was supposed to be happening – until a vibrantly-colored teal bloom was suddenly thrust before his face.

"What- what's-" he started in surprise, following the patterned lines of purple up from the strong hand gripping the delicate blossom to the face of its owner. Zeb was smiling shyly at him as he offered him the flower.

"This was what we did...back on Lasan...for birthdays. We'd give a flower. Just one flower. Somethin' you thought...fit the person. I dunno what this flower's called, but I've seen 'em growin' up on the sides of the temple, some place flowers don't have any call to be bloomin'. To me, that- that's you. You could bloom anywhere...no matter how high the odds were stacked against you. I'm happy you were born."

For a long while, all Kallus could manage to do was stare at the blossom Zeb was offering him, something unsettling but also pleasantly warm churning in his stomach. It really was a beautiful flower, and the fragrance was pleasant, not overpowering like much of the flora sprawled out across the surface of Yavin IV.

You could bloom anywhere...no matter how high the odds were stacked against you.

"Thank you," he finally whispered, feeling heat rise in his cheeks as he took the offered bloom from the Lasat. Zeb scratched awkwardly at the back of his head for a moment before beginning to mumble.

"Well, now I've successfully embarrassed us both in front of half the rebellion, I think I'll just go hide under a rock," he said before making his way back out of the command center.

Kallus was left standing there, stricken, just gazing at the simple present. As gifts went, it was certainly the simplest he'd ever received, but it was also the most heartfelt – the most beautiful.

Kallus didn't let go of the flower for the rest of the day.

When the Galactic Civil War came to an end some five years later, the ex-Imperial had among his meager possessions a small bouquet consisting of five dried flowers, all of different colors and all from different worlds, but at their center was that very first flower – that single teal lily.