#aged up!gon

[mxrtified777]

mixed signals

[ceruleanvermillion]

Jedi culture is so fascinating... I'd love a post-war everything is okay AU where we get a taste of Jedi culture. Not the clone wars-era jedi culture that we know of...but actual jedi culture. Like the one obi-wan grew up with, something ahsoka and even anakin never got to experience because of the war. Like the ones we see in the books about obi-wans padawan years, of course, combining canon and legends in a way that makes sense- maybe we can have the younger ones of the disaster lineage learn a bit about Tahl, more Tahl is always a good idea. Maybe we can delve into Mace and Qui-gon's years of padawanship and being initiates- or maybe even old jedi culture, the one Yoda is familiar with.

[ceruleanspicetalks]

haha well this isnt much to go by as a start but hey :) werewolf killua and normal guy gon who is fascinated by him has been on my mind for a while now! backstory is mostly vibes cause I listened to Howl by Florence + the Machine on loop and couldnt stop thinking of a killua who goes too feral, and a gon who could take it. killua doesnt know what's happening to him just yet, the werewolf memories dont fully transfer over whenever he reverts back, so he ends up on gon's doorstep one night and gon wants to help him keep notes on his lycanthropy!

[decembercamiecherries]

Drunk And In Love

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Ao3 Tags: modern au, aged up characters, established relationship, drinking, fluff, cuddling, sharing a bed

Word count: 2,672

Summary:

“Gon,” Killua says, already making his way to the front door. “Hey, Gon. Listen to me for a second.” Gon slurs, “But, Ki-llu-a, I always listen to you.” “That’s a lie and we both know it.” He doesn’t pause for Gon’s sputter of denial that comes through the phone. “Can you tell me the name of the bar you’re at?” “Ooo, are you gonna visit me? HEY, Leorio! Killua’s joining us!” Killua finishes shoving on his shoes. “I’m not coming to drink, I'm coming to pick you up.” Leorio boos in the background and Gon shouts, “Don’t boo at my husband!” Killua trips over the door frame. “G-Gon! We’re not married yet!” “So? I still think of you as mine.” {Domestic x Domestic summary: A series of domestic and modern au fics with aged up (and engaged) Killua and Gon, who both work in York New! Knowledge of the other parts is not needed to understand this part.}

[lobotomy-lady]

sickened whenever I recall the horrid fact that kurapika is literally the only one who speaks his first language, he has not heard a word of it out of another person's mouth since he was 13 & he knows he never will again. not to mention being the only one who shares his spiritual/religious beliefs, whatever they may be. celebrating any kurta specific holidays alone forever. it's literally sooo sick god I'm gonna throw up. probably can't even reminisce & take comfort in the memories of the good times bc the more recent memory of finding their mutilated corpses is always gonna inevitably float it's way to the front of his mind bc untreated PTSD is just like that. it's so fun & cool how he's not only alone as the last of his people but alone in his pain bc who the hell could even begin to relate to what he's been through. other genocide survivors can't relate, family annihilation survivors can't relate...talk about isolating. haha well anyways unrelated but its time to overdose on my antidepressants

[wax-wyrm]

Ver(.) rough Hunter x Hunter fanart. I aged the boys up for one reason and one reason only: I wanted to draw Killua as an Eboy.

[narrators-journal]

Which physical traits would hxh adult trio, and fetain, and main four (grown up, and if you can add them) like on their S/O?

I, straight up cannot think of shit in the way of strict details. So, I hope these answer well enough. I hope you enjoy, and thank you for being so patient with the answer to this.

Illumi Zoldyck

Out of everyon on this list, Illumi would have the strictest expectations for his future wife. Strong nen abilities are at the top of that list, but on a purely physical level, Illumi’d prefer a soft, feminine figure. Breeding is at the top of his priorities as Killua has shown no interest in letting them near any future children and Illumi’s the eldest. Meaning, wide, healthy hips and a full chest would be his top priority. Likely with a taste for darker, longer hair, he all around prefers his wifely options to be feminine in personality and body.

Chrollo Lucifer

On the opposite end of the spectrum, Chrollo likely cares the least about the physical appearance of his partners. He prefers to prioritize less shallow things, like a brilliant and cunning mind, a selfless streak, good heart, or useful abilities of any sort. But, as someone who grew up in a rougher area, I do feel like he’d be attracted to stable bodies. No one too flashy, but someone with a bit of weight to prove they’re able to take good care of themselves, a sign of financial security, who might have a bit of muscle and can handle themselves.

Hisoka Morrow

Hisoka, meanwhile, is neither picky, nor carefree about what his partner looks like. He doesn’t care for gender, or about chisled, defined muscles or height. Yet, his dream partner is someone with a fair share of muscle on their body. He wants a powerful lover, so he wants someone who takes good care of their body. Toned is the best description for the physical traits he looks for. He wants to see abs and powerful muscles when his partner flexes. He wants them sturdy, and able to take a hit, no toothpick elves for him. Those types are fun, as are the curvascious femmes and top heavy doritos, but he wants a well rounded lover. Strong legs, a tight torso, and powerful arms.

Feitan

Feitan is a sadist, he’s not picky so long as his sadism is met. That being said, his crème de la crème of physical looks is someone on the softer side. Not weak and pathetic, he does enjoy a fight to really fuel the sadism. But, someone with plenty of body to bite, cut, and dig into. The extra weight, in his head, ensures he can cut just a little deeper. Bruise a little darker with less fear of damaging the internals too bad. Is that mindset true? I dunno, but he’d probably think that way.

Leorio Paradinight

Leorio is the hardest one here to guess on what type he’d like. He cares the least about physical looks, he only wants a smart, ambitious partner who knows what they want and is striving to get it. He wants someone on an even footing with him in his goal to become a doctor. Weight, height, hair color, skin color, nothing like that matters to him. Have a good personality and the drive to chase your dreams into reality, and he’s smitten.

Kurapika Kurta

Like Leorio, Kurapika looks more into personality and morals then physical looks. Yet, unlike Leorio, he does have a favorite in terms of looks. If he had it his way, he seems like he’d like a partner with lighter, longer hair. He would like a softer partner, no one out and about to cause trouble, a softer place to turn to when he struggles or faces down a challenging mission for the hunters.

Gon

Gon gave no shits about physical looks in childhood, he has zero care for it in his adulthood. He just wants someone able to keep up with him and match his energy. So, someone with an active, leaner body, with muscles and stamina and low maintenance hair. He’s an active man, running around exploring and fighting, he’d like someone who can match that without caring for long hair or a few scrapes.

Killua Zoldyck

Killua gives no thought to appearance out of spite. His family claims to not be snooty on appearance, but they have high expectations for any of their kids’ partners, so Killua refuses to look at such shallow details. Chubby? Muscular? Tall? Thin? He doesn’t care. So long as his partner isn’t vain and annoying, he couldn’t care less. Save for the small things, like him not particularly liking dark haired partners due to how they look too similar to his family. It’s not like he particularly wants kids though, so he has no reason to worry about them ‘fitting in’ with his family.

[nartml]

Saw a comment describe killugon as 'born to be brothers, forced to be best friends'.

And I just have to say that, out of all the things that have never happened, that has never happened the most.

[n0sewise]

Febuwhump 2025 Day 2: (alt 1: major character death)

If anyone had ever asked (and they hadn’t), Killua would’ve said he never really thought about it. It was a lie, but not a terrible one; a nice, white lie that he told himself every so often when the thought occurred.

It was easier to focus on other things. Killua had a sister, and a little brother, and he had friends. Lots of friends. Friends in different places and friends he saw every week. And Killua had Gon. That counted for a lot, didn’t it? He had a husband.

Still, the question was there, so Killua buried it.

There was a place inside him where these things went to die. He was good at this part. Only a moment of anxiety; his stomach sick, roiling and knotting with nausea, and then it wasn’t.

It was gone and he didn’t need to think about it.

Gon was still there, right next to Killua with the sheets mostly kicked off and drooling on one of the pillows. He’d tease him for it in the morning, and Gon would be sheepish and laugh anyway.

Killua didn’t think about it.

In the end, Gon was the one to bring it up.

“Killua?” he said, and his voice had been soft and tired; unsure in a way that was foreign on his tongue.

“Yeah?” What was it that he’d been doing? Preparing for another job, maybe. Killua couldn’t remember. “What’s up?”

Gon poked his head out of the bathroom, and a cloud of steam emerged. “Could we...would Killua mind if we took it easy tomorrow?” He smiled, and it was halting. “I’m a little tired from today.”

Killua scoffed. He’d rolled his eyes. “Duh,” he said. “’Course we can. Who wants to be cold and wet anyway? Once you’ve seen one set of rapids, you’ve seen them all.”

Gon’s smile faltered. “But I wanted to see the rapids, Killua! There were the Cannibal Hippos and the Razor-Clawed Turtles and—“

And then Killua shoved him. Lightly. Affectionately, but he’d wanted Gon to stop. This wasn’t a thought he wanted to continue.

“Relax, dummy,” he said, willing steadiness into his voice. “We’ll stay a few extra days. You can get your arm bitten off once I’ve had a chance to sleep in a bit.”

It was no big deal. They’d gotten dinner at a nice restaurant, and a day later, Gon was up and ready to brave the rapids. So it was alright and not worth thinking about.

The hair wasn't hard to ignore. Grey crept into Gon’s inky spikes, starting at the temples and peppering out bit by bit. They were getting up there in years, he’d told himself. It was just easier to notice on darker hair when Killua’s was already white. That was nothing. Gon was still young. His eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, but hadn’t they always done that?

Killua didn’t think about it.

“We’re taking a break,” he told Palm. “What else are we gonna do, right? Go for a quadruple star?” He laughed. “And Alluka’s been bugging me about a family trip sometime, so why not?”

“Of course,” said Palm. “Better to do it now while you can.”

Killua had bristled at that, but Gon laid a gentle hand on his arm, and his heart had been so full of that same, stupid fondness, so he just leaned back into him and placed his own hand on top of Gon’s. Killua didn’t think about the feeling of thinning skin on the back of his husband’s hand, nor did he linger where the joints had grown knotted and thick like the bark on a tree.

Killua refused to think about it.

Gon seemed smaller in his arms. “Killua is still so beautiful,” he’d told him. Was it raining? Yes, it had been raining that day. They were sitting out on the front porch, watching the rain. Gon couldn’t smell it the way he had when they were younger, but he still liked to feel the cool mist on his face, and Killua liked to sit with him.

He’d wanted to brush it off, like he always did, but there was a wet shine in his eyes, and Killua didn’t have the heart to do it.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “You’re not so bad yourself, old man.” It had been a bad joke. Some days he looked in the mirror and saw a ghost of his father staring back at him, and that was another thing to not think about.

“Killua?”

“Yeah?”

“If I...” Gon trailed off, gathering his words. “Do you— does Killua think if I hadn’t...all those years ago...would I be different?” Younger, he’d meant. Stronger.

“No,” he’d replied immediately. “No. No, and you don’t need to be. It all worked out, alright?”

“Mm,” Gon hummed. “But what if...?”

“No,” said Killua.

They watched the rain for a little longer until Gon had gotten tired.

Their bed was colder now. Empty, but Killua couldn’t bring himself to get a smaller one.

It was easier to focus on other things.

He tried not to think about it.

[charmwasjess]

Hear me out: what about XANATOS as the Sifo-Dyas Padawan that completes the Apocalypse Lineage??

Yoda arranges it entirely based around the fact that Sifo-Dyas already survived the teenage years of one unhappy goth with a fancy last name, dark side tendencies, and crippling daddy issues, he can do it again. Xanatos: You're not my real dad! Sifo-Dyas: Aw, listen, champ, at your age, Dooku had already broken my arm once fighting an evil dragon he was hallucinating, you're going to have to try harder than that.

[mxrtified777]

just dudes bein dudes

[softerpixels]

☀️ summer daze ☀️

[fireolin]

The Wishing Hunt 𝕏𝕏 Ch 31 𝕏𝕏

In Killua's Care

This chapter: Marigold confronts Killua. Killua takes charge of Gon.

Without warning, daylight flooded the alcove. Gon gripped Killua and squinted as his eyes adjusted, swallowing a curse so as not to give Marigold the satisfaction of knowing they’d startled him. He presumed the blinding light was their doing, since it emanated from several globes floating above like miniature suns.... Read on

About: Prince Gon Freecss and his reluctant bodyguard, Killua Zoldyck, embark on a fake relationship to save them from predatory fae advances as they travel into the realm of Aiai. Gon has no idea Killua is only pretending to be human and is actually on the run from his fae family. Neither of them understand why Gon (who, despite being gifted, is definitely human) develops a mysterious knack for fae magic along the way. A group of magically talented murderers are travelling in the same direction and will kill them on sight. Even if Killua and Gon survive, they must eventually part, so falling in love is out of the question. Or so they both say, at the start.

Slow burn. Unconfessed love. Jealousy and possessiveness. Deepening friendship and desire. Chapter 1 on Ao3

[ceruleanspicetalks]

yeah wiping blood off your mysterious guest is a totally normal thing to do and you wont catch any feelings from it at all,,,, yeah,,,

[decembercamiecherries]

Ao3 Tags: modern au, aged up characters, established relationship, fluff, cuddling, sharing food, sharing a bed

Word count: 1,743

Summary:

When Gon blinks his eyes open, darkness greets him. A cool breeze from the air conditioner blows gently over his face. The blankets on top of him are soft and not too thick. And Killua is— Oh. That’s what’s wrong. Killua is gone. Gon pushes himself up on one hand and feels the empty space in the bed where Killua should be. The sheets are slightly warm, meaning Killua can’t have left too long ago. Clink! Gon blinks. Another faint but undeniable sound echoes down the hallway. It's coming from the direction of the kitchen. Immediately, all tiredness leaves Gon. He’s on his feet and rushing towards the bedroom door in the next second as panic races through his veins. {Domestic x Domestic summary: A series of domestic and modern au fics with aged up (and engaged) Killua and Gon, who both work in York New! Knowledge of the other parts is not needed to understand this part.}

[leviathiane]

dashjgdvsah totally forgot i already Have a oneshot for WSSW done, its been done for a MONTH i just finally get to post it jkhdjavghbdsaLMFAOO