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Crescent Moon Rising

CH 2 - The Twi'lek Settlement

Master Orgus had chosen him. One of the few survivors of the Sacking of Coruscant and a Jedi Master on the Council had chosen him as a Padawan. And not only that, but he was the first Padawan since Coruscant that Master Orgus had taken on.

He was still reeling, just a bit, his stomach twisting in knots even as he stared down at the light armor and loose robes he’d pulled from the trunk Master Orgus had directed him to in his rooms at the Temple. Gear up, his new master had said, focused primarily on the discussion regarding the Twi’lek pilgrim settlement. Gear up - you’ll find some things that might fit you in the grey trunk in my office. And so he’d left the Council chamber and darted off through the high halls of the Jedi Temple until he’d reached the simple back hallways where the residential section was located, carpet and stone muffling his footfalls. There, he’d found Master Orgus’s rooms - little more than an office, small living and kitchen space, and a bedroom, and the grey trunk that had been mentioned, tucked into a back corner of the office next to a shelf of several tattered-looking artifacts and a few small holocrons. And he’d done as he’d been told, opening the trunk carefully and peering inside to find what he now held in his hands.

A set of Padawan robes. He’d guessed, but even so it was still a little surreal to see in front of him, and not in a dream.

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Summary: Common Courting Habits of the Red Fox (Vulpes vulpes):

1) Increased vocalization: Red foxes become especially chatty, barking and yipping much more often in order to attract potential mates 2) Resource offerings: Red foxes will assist mates in locating a suitable den in which to have kits, or will provide food to their mate and assist with hunting 3) Increased scent-marking: Male red foxes will become extremely interested in the scent markings made by potential mates, investigating each one diligently. Female red foxes may also leave more scent markings at the beginning of mating season.

4) They become increasingly clingy Harbinger brats and you're dense, Zhongli. Thank god Lumine has Teyvat's braincell.

Rating: Teen Ship: TartaLi (Tartaglia/Zhongli)

Bonus: Foxboy!Childe

- Rating: Mature - Ships: Killugon, Leopika/Senritsu polyship - Major TWs: systemic adult abuse (psychological), disordered eating, innuendo/sexual humor

Summary:

Gon plays rugby on the college team, and his skill on the field definitely has national recruiters eyeing him. But then he meets Killua in art class, and unsurprisingly, they hit off almost immediately. But Killua is closed off, friendly but excruciatingly private, and Gon can quickly sense that something is amiss. If only Killua would talk to him...

Killua is the latest in a long line of world-class gymnasts in the prodigal Zoldyck family. But since training under his father and brother takes up the majority of Killua's time, he can't see Gon too often - a pity, because he's discovered a passion in rugby (and in Gon himself, but that’s beside the point.)

But when Gon convinces Killua to play rugby, the lie of a world-class gymnast and a private family unravels. There's definitely a reason that Silva and Illumi hired in-house physicians, and the school's resident clinician, Leorio, is far from the type of person to let this lie. So he gives an ultimatum: if Killua wants to stay on the team, he has to pass a physical exam.

Only…there’s no way he can – not with his parents in the picture. But with Gon by his side?

...Maybe it's possible after all.

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Childe’s angsting again smh

Killua is a Force-sensitive Rebellion pilot, Gon is a Sith apprentice, they meet when Killua is captured by the Empire and Gon is assigned to be his jailer.

Basically what I'm saying is: its enemies to lovers, but Gon falls in love first and then has to just. Pine for the rest of the AU because Killua’s an idiot and wasn’t taught the Sith Way of just. Doing what the Passion Says

It’s fun because since Gon's a Sith he's just like "wow so much passion for the Sexy Pilot Man! better follow my passions!" and the Empire's just "no not like that-"

Meanwhile Killua's also in love and keeps trying to Not Feel Things so he can be a Jedi and protect Alluka but Gon's >:/ “bitch love me” and Killua’s like T^T ok

Also BONUS TROPES

Gon pretends to not be Force-sensitive so Obi-wan (who lives!) doesn't suspect anything and he's also sort of spying for Darth Vader while trying to kiss the In Denial Killua and Alluka's in the corner becoming a Jedi like "Y'ALL GAY, KISS ALREADY"

Enemies to lovers while one of you is secretly spying for the Empire to frenemies where the truth’s come out but you’re both pining to lovers with lightsabers who are both Not Jedi

basically: shenanigans + Alluka being sensible and very Done with their bullshit

That idea ended up involving Meruem – one of the two starting props on the rugby team, and someone Gon had been up-close and personal with all too often due to this – and his girlfriend, Komugi. So, of course, the best time to bring it up was at yet another pickup game, this time held on the rugby pitch, much to the recreational team’s excitement. And even better, Bisky had graciously agreed to watch the scrimmage and help out with some of the newer players.

Gon, of course, was hoping that her eye would be drawn to Killua in particular. He’d managed to coax the other man to join their pickup game of rugby on Sunday evening, after Killua had made the drive back to his apartment, and he was counting on Bisky to see Killua’s potential for what it was.

Of course, he also had his reasons for wanting his – boyfriend? Whoa, that sounded nice – to finagle a way to join the rugby team. Namely that he would like to spend more time with the snappish man. But he also rather thought that Bisky might pick up on the odd feeling that surrounded discussions of Killua’s family. She was intensely perceptive – she often could tell what was wrong with one of her players’ mindsets before they even knew their attitude was affecting their game. Heaven knows she’d helped him out before, snapping him out of a funk when it was killing his performance.

Hopefully she’d be willing to play a part in his…plan? Idea? Nebulous hope? Whatever it was.

He jogged over to Meruem and Bisky before the makeshift game started, waving cheerfully at them, a quick text from Killua still lingering on his phone screen. The gymnast had stopped at his apartment to change clothes a little bit ago, so he should be arriving shortly.

“Coach! Meruem! I have a question for you,” he chirped out, grinning at them both. Bisky stared down her long nose at him, her muscular jaw twitching in what Gon knew was the beginning of a smile. She always smiled around him, now matter how hard she tried to hide it. Apparently he had that effect on people.

“Oh, do you now, you insolent twerp?” she snapped her fingers at him. “Twenty pushups buys you one question for me.”

“Aw, Bisky!”

“I said drop, Freecs!”

Gon pouted at her, then lifted his nose in the air and turned to Meruem, who was watching blankly, violet eyes blinking at their antics.

“Fine, I’ll ask Meruem first,” he said.

“This is not a Rabit of Afrokrator. And I cannot identify a planet of origin.” Replica said, sounding very serious, and Yuuma shook his head slowly, twin Scorpion blades flashing into his hands. The Rabits from Afrokrator had been bulky and dense like this one, but they certainly hadn’t had tails, nor intricate spines down the center of their backs like some kind of strange lizard. This was either a new model, which he doubted, or the technology from Afrokrator had been leaked somehow and adapted by someone else. Either way, it was bad news – for one very big reason.

“Osamu, Chika, watch out – it’s different from the other Rabits,” he warned, tensing up as the Trion Soldier started to move towards his two teammates. “It knows how to use Stealth, and it has different limbs. This one wasn’t on our radar.”

Chika gasped in realization, her cloaked signature shifting to the side of a building. She was getting in position to shoot for real. He’d better move if he wanted to stay intact.

“You’re right,” she murmured, her voice echoing through the internal comms of his Trion body. “Yuuma, do you recognize it?”

And that was the kicker, wasn’t it? That despite all the planets his father had taken him to, despite all the data stored in Replica’s computerized memory, he had no idea whose Rabit this was.

“No. Neither does Replica. Whatever it is, it’s new.”

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3 weeks later  

“Aw, Yuuma-senpai, one more ten-round!”

Yuuma danced back nimbly, skipping out of Midorikawa’s reach as the other teenager lunged haphazardly at him, grinning widely. They’d been goofing off playing with the Solo Rank Wars, killing time while Osamu was off discussing strategy and scheduling off-world rotations for Tamakoma Branch, but fairly soon they were both due in to watch the C-rank attackers practice. Chika was already off on the firing range, coaching new snipers carefully through their weapon choices and explaining the basics of long-distance shooting.

“Hm, but we’ve already had thirty matches, and it’s nineteen to eleven, fair and square,” he hummed. “I think this means you’re the one who has to do the talking this time, Midorikawa.”

The seventeen-year-old pouted at him irritably, puffing his cheeks out, and swiped for Yuuma’s arm again. He missed, crashed into the railing overlooking the common area below and then sank dramatically to the ground, giving up.

“But Chibi-senpai, I don’t wanna,” he whined. Yuuma puffed his cheeks out to match, feigning nonchalance.

“Oh, well that’s too bad,” he chirped, tucking his hands behind his head, gloves brushing against his white hair. “You still lost.”