Kuroko no Basuke rare pairs library

A place where you can find (and submit) all types of fanworks for the rare pairs in KNB

[misakiyosidamurakami]

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

Daiki’s never been over-the-top codependent, but this isn’t that.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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“We’re getting better at this.”

[aokiseonlyandaokaga]

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Notes:

So...time to throw two ideas/requests together and see what happens:

Soulmate au where when you write something on your skin with pen/marker/whatever the hell you want, it will show up on yoursoul mates skin as well. +"What if Hyuuga hadn't come back to basketball after his loss in Junior high?"

(I may have slightly tweaked the second idea)

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

Because he doesn’t want this to end.

[ezzydean]

Since I just remembered you replied that I could request again... AOKASA "JOIN ME," EZZYYYYYYYYYYY. (maybe aho mistakes something as a romantic offer but kasa's like ?? but it all works out in the end) bUT AOKASAAAAAA.

Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character giving another character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity, feel free to specify.]

yessss AoKasa O.O  does anyone out there have AoKasa feels other than le-amewzing and myself?  *sobs because AoKasa feels*

For a minute, or two or maybe even five, Aomine just stares at the man in front of him, lost in the way his dark brows haven’t changed in the years since he last saw him, the way his voice still holds a tone of command even when he’s just exchanging a greeting, the curve of his lips as he speaks, the way his steel blue eyes are unafraid to meet Aomine’s own dark eyes, the quirk of his brow when he realizes Aomine’s not quite listening.  His mind tries to backtrack the conversation to the last point he was listening fully when Kasamatsu stops talking and he comes up blank.  They had bumped into each other, literally, in the middle of the grocery store and a generic apology had rolled off his tongue and he was back to searching the shelf for his favorite cereal before he had even recognized the person he ran into as someone familiar.

“At least you’ve learned some manners,” had been the instant reply and his attention had snapped to the shorter man in front of him.  Then they had exchanged an actual greeting and he had more or less promptly got distracted.  Nothing too new considering he had kind of always gotten distracted around Kasamatsu off the basketball court, a fact he had always been able to hide in high school, passing it off as a teenage crush.  But now that he’s about four years past graduation and those same fluttery feelings and fleeting thoughts fill him he wonders if maybe it wasn’t a little more than that.

He can feel Kasamatsu’s eyes on him, feel that knowing gaze tracing his features and cataloging his reactions, and he rushes to catch up with the conversation as Kasamatsu’s lips start moving again.

“-ate?”

Any thoughts he might have collected scatter again and he blinks almost stupidly down at the other man.

“A date?”  Kasamatsu’s laugh makes him blush and he’s grateful for his dark complexion as he frowns.  “What’s so funny?”

“I asked if you had somewhere to be and if you were going to be late.  You seemed to be in a hurry when you bumped into me.”

He did have plans with his gaming system and kicking Kagami’s ass on an online match and had intended on just grabbing some cereal and fruit before heading back to his apartment but with Kasamatsu in front of him, eyebrows raising impatiently, and adorably, with each minute Aomine continues to just stare at him, he decides kicking Kagami’s ass could wait.

“I don’t have anything too important going on today,” he says with a grin that usually charms the hell out of anyone he turns it on but simply nets him an unimpressed huff from Kasamatsu.  “Wanna do lunch and catch up?”

Kasamatsu stares at him, studies him a little longer, and then pulls out his phone to check the time.

“Sorry, no.”  Aomine refuses to let the way his stomach drops show on his face but Kasamatsu somehow must see it anyway when he glances up and laughs.  “Relax.  I already have lunch plans with a coworker.  I wouldn’t mind meeting up for dinner though.”  He considers something for a moment, eyes distant, and then he focuses back to the present and tosses Aomine his phone.  “Put your number in and I’ll text you later.”

Aomine puts his number in and sends himself a text quick so he has Kasamatsu’s number as well.  He hands the phone back and Kasamatsu pockets it without even checking what he saved his number under or the text he sent.  Then he reaches past Aomine and grabs a box of cereal off the shelf and gives him a wave as he heads to the checkout.

“See you tonight then,” Aomine says as he eyes the box in Kasamatsu’s hand; apparently they share the same taste in cereal, who knew?

“It’s a date,” Kasamatsu calls back as Aomine’s eyes scan the shelf.  He freezes, words echoing in his brain as he stares at the shelf.

That asshole just took the last box of his favorite cereal.

[aozakitoukos]

Closer 6 – clothed getting off kiyoima (touou kiyoshi au) 200 words

Kiyoshi pressed his face into Imayoshi’s neck, rolling his hips against Imayoshi’s. Neither of them had bothered to get undressed, too much in a hurry to get off.

Imayoshi’s back was slammed up against a locker (they only had a few minutes before they’d be missed) his fingers digging into Kiyoshi’s ass.

They were both a mess, practice jerseys askew, Imayoshi’s glasses half knocked off his face, Kiyoshi holding onto the top of the lockers to keep his balance as he ground against Imayoshi. Imayoshi wondered who might catch them first–most of the team knew to leave them alone. Still, one of those idiot first years might be stupid enough to wander into the locker room looking for them.

Kiyoshi clasped a hand to the underside of Imayoshi’s thigh, pulling his leg up. “Hurry the fuck up,” Imayoshi panted. “I want to finish, damn it.”

Kiyoshi grunted and rolled harder, knocking Imayoshi back into the lockers. He’d have bruises from here to kingdom come.

Imayoshi’s fingers dug in tighter, and he let out a deceptively soft breath, shaking just a little as he came. Kiyoshi’s hand slid up to Imayoshi’s ass, he rolled his hips again, and came with a shudder.

Imayoshi straightened his glasses, and got both feet on the floor again. “I’ll see you at practice tomorrow, Teppei.” He smiled.

Kiyoshi smiled too, pulling off his jersey. “Yeah. See you.”

[yuhanabana]

[MuraMito] Christmas MuraMito

Title: クリスマス紫水

Pairing: Murasakibara x Mitobe

Comic by や(まう)え. Original here.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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MuraKaga Smut Drabble

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

There are things Aomine wouldn’t notice on any other day, but Satsuki did say that he was extraordinarily observant about thingshe liked.

[Aomine goes to university with someone familiar. He has no idea what he's in for.]

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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for a prompt on tumblr. It all comes back to their joined hands.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Akashi ♥ Momoi

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

The story of how Midorima Shintarou's prized Pencil of the Lazy God ends up in Kuroko Tetsuya's hands involve an impulsiveprincipal, mediocre grades, and countless study sessions.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

Aomine should really know better, as a demon hunter, to jump into matters of the other world so recklessly. Too bad he neverlistens.

None of what I’m looking at is real. He’s been in the trade long enough to know what is behind the gorgeous facade of ajorogumo, and it’s not exactly pretty to think about.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

Atsushi's purple hair, which has been in need of a trim for some time, cascades past his shoulders in an unkempt mess. His jaw iscovered in several days' worth of beard growth. Somehow, it brings to mind some sort of gigantic psychedelic Jesus.

[dementeddollydaydreams]

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