#Kuroko's Basketball AU

[trashland-llamas]

Black Bulter! Sir Billiam III - day 2

Alice in Wonderland! Origins! Techno - day 5

Kuroko's Basketball! DSMP! Techno - day 16

Edit made 8/12/23; so I can’t find any existence of the event that these were made for. Ik it existed but like there’s just nothing I can find. That said, still posting ‘em.

Edit #2 made 10/12/23; I fucking found it! Here's the prompt list

[sadgeniuslab]

marimo's no.1 fangirl

modern zosan basketball au, kuroko no basket style

[robynrileyart]

helloooooo Tarzan au!!! please consider wildman taiga meeting professor momoi’s childhood friend and survival expert/fellow biologist aomine 😳 they’re a bit older when they meet but taiga still likes playing in the jungle, and aomine can actually keep up!!! yadda yadda teaching taiga how to play ball games, something something listening to the animal instincts to lock lips for survival.

big thank you to @maybeanalienwhoknows for implanting the brainworm!!!!!!!!!! bonus!

[ni-kol-koru]

It's finally here, my gift for @alwaysdrowninginfeels for the @knbexchange event 🤍

I decided to go with ImaKasa and Coffee Shop AU (well, it's not really a coffee shop, more like a café/bar)! This was my first time drawing Imayoshi as well as my first time actually thinking about this ship. I got really into it sooo I decided to make a little comic! ☕️ I also decided to try something different from my usual art style, something a little simpler and with less bold colors... Had a lot of fun working on this and I am pretty happy with how it turned out! I hope you will like it, too! 🤍

[kirisaki-daichi-scenarios]

girls just wanna have fun | nash gold jr + younger sister!reader

for anon who asked “Since you did a Nash with a little brother headcanons, could you do Nash with a little sister? (Maybe like a 2 year difference)” … yeah so much for that. in my defence i did start writing hcs with a 2 year difference, but then i had a Vision and suddenly words started flowing through my head for the first time in weeks so i had to type at the speed of light to get them down before my phone died. then my phone died anyway so the second half of this was originally written on a napkin. being sat on a train floor writing fanfiction on a napkin is possibly the most loser-y thing i’ve ever done but hey, at least i had fun. you might still get some hcs - it depends on if i can be bothered / how well this au does, but i hope you like this oneshot anyway!

“Practice more next time,” is what 12-year-old Nash tells you, age seven, after you’re eliminated in the first round of the school’s spelling bee.

Then he sees your lip start to wobble.

He rolls his eyes and adds, “but they gave you the hardest word. Totally.”

As he listens to you complaining about how unfair life is, whilst knowing that, at your age, he could have spelt “rosette” backwards, Nash just keeps biting his tongue. Lets you rant and nods in agreement whenever you check to see if he’s still listening.

He’s a big brother now, that’s how his parents put it, he has to be a good role model. And - this is what Nash is thinking to himself - he has to be an extra good big brother to make up for the useless parents who should have been here for their daughter’s first spelling bee. He has to be the one promising he’ll take you to the ice cream shop round the corner so that, in years from now, it’ll be the vanilla that sticks in your memory, and not the two empty chairs with “reserved for the Golds” on the seats. He doesn’t want you to think of your childhood years like how he thinks of his.

Nash Gold tries hard to keep his little sister happy.

-

But once Nash goes into high school, and starts taking his basketball, water sports, boxing, and everything else more seriously, there’s less time for being the stand-in parent attending all your events.

The good news is that you start doing less anyway. The preteen years have made you shy away from the world, flitting from hobby to hobby without anything to really bury your soul in. There was the anime-inspired volleyball obsession that died as soon as you finished your binging the seasons; the brief craving to join the basketball club until you realised just how incompetent your teammates were compared to Nash, how boring and difficult everything was when it was not your big brother doing it; the desire to be the West End’s next star that was crushed by receiving the role of tree in the school play and tripping over in your only scene (how Nash had laughed! And then scowled at the people laughing at you next to him); and then the single-day infatuation with joining the chess club, the infatuation dying as soon as you realised your chess-playing crush already had a girlfriend.

To fill your time, you start accompanying Nash to Jabberwock’s practices. No one wants you there. Nash has forbidden them from swearing around you, and any sex jokes are an even bigger no: given these two things combined are 90% of the usual Jabberwock conversation, it’s not a surprise that there’s grumbling when they see you walking behind Nash.

But Nash silences any grumbling with a glare as cold as ice.

Because, sure, he doesn’t want his little sister following him around everywhere but he’d much rather you were doing your homework in the corner of a street ball court instead of sat alone in an empty house.

Nash’s priority is always that you finish your homework. Only then will he let you help out as the team’s mini manager: topping up water bottles, fetching balls, collecting the boy’s hoodies when they get too warm. And, over time, your place in the team feels more secure. You’re good in your role as the little helper. You crack a “that’s what she said” joke that gets everyone guffawing - everyone but Nash, that is, who scolds you the high heavens, demands to know where you’ve been hearing jokes like that, whilst, in his heart of hearts, being thrilled that you’re coming out of your shell. You sit down with Nick during breaks to ooh and aah over his Animal Crossing Island, trembling with excitement when he hands you the Nintendo and lets you design a room of your own. You beg Zack to teach you to spin a basketball on your finger, and hug him overjoyed when you manage it for the first time. You fetch fresh headbands for Allen while looking down at the ground, blushing frantically: your crush on the boy lasts several months, though you never notice how Nash burns holes in Allen’s head whenever the two of you are talking, or how awkward having a middle schooler crush on him makes Allen feel.

Then, one day, you decide you want to learn how to do a dunk. After spending an hour watching you struggle to jump even one foot up in the air, Jason lifts you up onto his shoulders. Tells you to “try now - just tell me where you want me to go and hold on tight.”

Looking around from over 7ft tall, you feel like you’re the queen of the world.

-

By the time you’re in high school, you’ve become more confident. You don’t come to Jabberwock’s practices as often. You’ve got friends to hang out with instead, a study group that you always attend, and, inspired by your brother’s prowess in everything fisticuffs, you’ve signed up to be member of the school’s taekwondo club.

Nash never makes you to come to practice. Though it hurts seeing your corner of the court empty, devoid of the rucksack and textbooks that used to fill it, he knows that this is for the best. A teen girl shouldn’t be living in her brother’s shadow. Hell, a guy shouldn’t have his little sister in his shadow either.

But Nash still finds it hard to hold back a grin when you see him grabbing his basketball bag and ask if you can “come with?” And when you’re at practice, it’s like nothing’s changed. You join in with everyone else teasing Zack over his newly shaven head; you still get a little shy when talking to Allen; and you whoop and gush over Nick’s high arc shots as if you’ve never seen them before.

“You’re my number two favourite basketball player ever,” you tell Nick, rushing over to him as he awkwardly runs his hand through his spiky blonde hair.

Overhearing, Allen says with a little hope, “he’s not number one?”

“Obviously not,” you roll your eyes, “Nash is my number one. Duh.”

No one loves Nash as much as you do, and no one loves you as much as he does.

-

It turns out Nash is an anomaly, and that combat sport skill does not run in the family. You are horrible at taekwondo: your kicks are accurate - surprisingly so given how bad your balance is - but, no matter how many drills you do, or how many times you insist Nash comes up with a workout routine for you, they never develop much power.

But you’re trying hard to improve, forever inspired by your brother, and you take any chance to kick that you’re given.

“Taekwondo?” asks Jason one morning, as practices a free throw. “They don’t have any good martial arts clubs at your school?”

“You wouldn’t be saying that if you’d felt the pain of my kicks,” you retort, hands on your hips.

Jason turns to you. “Go on then.”

You ready yourself, check your footing’s correct, and then swing your leg out. With a thud, your foot makes contact with Jason’s side.

He stares at you, almost in pity. “That’s it?”

But Nash is walking by and he’s glaring like he normally does whenever someone that’s not him makes him little sister look inadequate. So, dutifully, Jason falls backwards in slo-mo and pretends to roll on the floor in agony, crying out for his mother and claiming that he’s never known such pain, while you give him another kick in his side for being a jerk.

(Nash never scolds you for kicking his teammates, though, of course, he’d have a fit if any of them even looked at you wrong.)

Of course, you’re not an idiot; you know you’re not good at taekwondo. But, unlike all your previous school clubs, you’re not planning on leaving this one. After all, without the club, you’d have no opportunities to say good morning to star of the Taekwondo club, Ryuu. And you’d never get to feel his fingers brushing against your arm as he corrects your posture; you’d never get to see his grin and thumbs up as he tells you he’s sure your kicks are improving; and, more importantly, you would have never got the opportunity to wait for him outside the dojang, see him walk out looking more handsome than ever, and ask him if he’d ever think about going out with you.

“Think about it?” Ryuu replies. “Man, I dream of it!”

Smiling from ear to ear, he reaches out to intertwine his fingers with yours, and he doesn’t let go of your hand until he’s walked you all the way home. The feeling of his touch lingers, the warmth flooding through your veins, and keeping your smile fixed on your face.

Nash is sitting on the sofa when you walk in. He looks up from his phone and frowns, “who was the guy?”

“I’m dating the coolest guy in the whole school,” you gush, racing to your brother’s side to tell him all about Ryuu, and you’re still talking about the boy - enthusing now about his Taekwondo prowess - by the time Nash starts preparing dinner.

Nash says he’s happy that you’re happy, grunts occasionally in agreement with your rambles, and accepts the fact that this is probably all he’ll be hearing for the next few hours.

“You’re not upset with me, are you?” you ask eventually, noticing how your brother’s gone quiet.

“Never” replies Nash. “Why would I have an issue with you dating a guy who’s made you this happy?”

But it’s funny how often you bump into him when you’re out with said boyfriend. And not just Nash: it’s like the whole team starts appearing out of nowhere at cafes, parks, funfairs. And these chance encounters always follow the same trend: the boys are happy to see you, chatty and joking, and then they look at Ryuu and their faces take on a cold sneer, every inch the vicious Jabberwock archetype they’re known for.

Nash tells him, “you look after my sister, yeah? Or else.” And if looks could kill…

Zack pretends to be polite, saying “well, I’ve got no problem with you - for now. You make sure to keep it that way.”

Nick has to hold back a snicker as he replies to your boyfriend with “yeah, nice to meet you man, whatever.” Then he turns to you and whispers, “you would have been better off with Allen.”

Allen wipes the sneer of his face when you ask him to be nice; he smiles at you, but then, as he meets your boyfriend’s gaze, he mumbles to you, “you’ve got my number if you ever need me to sort any problems out.”

Jason says, “this guy? Seriously? Shit, I could snap in two him like a twig.”

By the time he meets Jason, your boyfriend’s long fed up of the slander. He stands up from the bench, even though it only makes him look smaller against Jason’s muscular 6ft11 frame, looks up into the other man’s amused expression, and replies, “with all due respect, I was the Taekwondo state champion last year.”

Jason’s laugh is so loud and booming it practically triggers an earthquake.

-

Ryuu’s a good boyfriend. Nash never learns to genuinely like him, but he stops disliking him as much as time goes on. He orders pizza for the three of you when you and Ryuu are doing a study date at the Gold household; he drives you to Ryuu’s Taekwondo tournament and grudgingly claps when he wins; or he throws a couple condoms at Ryuu when you’re snuggling against your boyfriend on your bed, watching your favourite movie together.

“You should be grateful I’m such a good brother,” Nash laughs when you start punching him for embarrassing the two of you like this. “You know, when I was your age…”

“Go away, Nash!” you screech, pushing him out of the room, “God, you’re such a nuisance.”

“All I’m saying is use protection,” comes Nash’s sniggering voice as you slam the door shut behind him.

You walk back over to Ryuu. “I’m sorry about him. Honestly, he’s the worst.”

“Nah, your brother’s cool,” says Ryuu, but he’s still blushing a bit as he gives you that golden grin of his that makes you feel like you’re his entire world.

-

But all good things come to an end.

Ryuu moves to a new state where he’ll be able to get better Taekwondo instruction. His coach thinks he’s got Olympic potential - they don’t want him to be wasted in this city where nothing good ever happens - and his parents are in agreement.

“They said the sooner I leave, the better for my future,” quotes Ryuu as squeezes your hand, looking down at the ground beneath the swings you’re sharing. “But I wanted you to be my future.”

Nash had told you not to interfere - that you don’t want to be the person holding Ryuu back from his dreams - so you encourage Ryuu to go, tell him that you’ll still be his future, it’s just a few years of separation.

And it’s Nash who drives you to the airport and watches from a distance as the two of you hug for the final time, promising to say in contact, promising that you’ll be able to make long distance work.

When you walk back to Nash, your lip’s wobbling like it did back when you were seven. As soon as he wraps his arm around you, you burst into tears, sobbing into his shirt. Your brother hugs you tighter, like he’s the only thing in the world keeping you from falling into pieces. His voice is quiet and calm and betrays none of the pain he feels looking at your crying figure.

Into the top of your head, Nash mutters, “As soon as the season’s over, you and I will go on a road trip to go see him, alright? And you can call him every night if you want. And if he even thinks of looking at another girl, or ignoring a single text of yours, Jason and I will fly over and deal with him. Or we’ll kidnap him and bring him back to you if that’s what you want.”

You’re crying harder, fingers clutching onto Nash’s shirt even tighter.

“I’ll skip practice today if you want; we can do a movie night instead.”

Voice muffled by how your face is pressed into Nash’s chest, so none of the passersby might see you crying, you reply, “no. You should go to practice.”

“I’m not gonna leave you alone like this.”

“Can I come?”

“What - to practice? Yeah, ‘course. The boys are always happy to have you around.”

You look up and force a smile, biting on your tongue like it might stop you crying, as Nash matches your smile with a sad grin of his own.

“It’s gonna be rough, but you’ll get through it,” he says, “you’re the toughest kid I know.”

And he pulls you in for another hug.

fun fact: the original plan was for the boyfriend to cheat on reader who breaks up with him, and then for jabberwock to go teach him a lesson. but then i thought “why the need for all this violence?”, me of course being the admin of a blog dedicated to a team that’s known for their non-violent ways. but anyway i figured it was an overused trope and why not show nash being an actually good supportive brother, so here you go. (and if anyone enjoyed reading about the lesser known jabberwock members, then you might also like these hcs) (and if you wanna read the nash little brother hcs, you can find them here)

[evilfarmin]

kitty cat time with meowmine and nyakashi :3 🐱🐱🐱😺😺🐱🐱😺

[geometricalien]

YES PLEASE

AkaFuri A/B/O AU where Seijūrō & Kōki had a one-night stand & it ends with Kōki getting pregnant with non-identical twins.

(Despite their brief, short meeting, they left a strong impression on each other - and they both regret not exchanging phone numbers that night)

A few years later, they're reunited when Seijūrō felt a bump & spotted 2 little boys resembling him & the young man he had a one-night stand with a few years ago. Said young man runs after the 2 boys, panting & chiding them for running off until he sees Seijūrō.

Time stops, & for a moment, it feels like Kōki & Seijūrō are the only 2 people in the whole universe until the noises made by the 2 boys bring them back to reality.

The 2 men reacquainted themselves, with Kōki claiming Seijūrō as a friend he hadn't seen in a long time. Seijūrō, being the person he is, plays along (and he quickly figures out the 2 boys are his offspring - but he wants to make sure, so he swiftly & subtly picks up 2 locks of hair from each boys without them noticing).

They catch up on each other's life, and eventually, exchange contact infos.

By the time Seijūrō is home, he makes a phone call to Midorima's lab, requesting a DNA test - and he provides the 2 locks of hair when someone from the lab arrives.

Seijūrō makes frequent meetups with Kōki just so he can get to know him better (and look at his face - and vice versa). After their, like, 4th or 7th or 10th meet-up, Kōki finally gathers the courage to invite Seijūrō to the Furihata residence & blurts out the question: "Want to come to my place the next time we meet?"

(There's a lot I want to tell about this AU, but I'm in a rush right now, so I can't say much.

However, Kōki & Seijūrō's sons are the precise carbon copy of themselves, with their personalities swapped. So basically, the older twin inherits Seijūrō's good looks & sharp gaze, but has Kōki's timid personality. The younger twin inherits Kōki's plain, average looks but has Seijūrō's confident & assertive personality. Also, I keep referring them as "the 2 boys" because I still haven't come up with names for them lol

Also, Kōki's originally 4 people household are now a 6 people household - the 2 boys, their dad Kōki, their uncle Kōki's big bro & their grandparents Kōki & his big bro's parents)

(And because you said you're not a fan of the "oops, we have a baby now" trope, feel free to ignore this if this isn't your cup of tea)

Oooooo interesting, please tell me more! I love these two boys already 💓

(Nah nah man, baby fic is VERY different from kid fic. The difference being- "shit- you're... and that's mine... are you sure? Damn, well, I can't not be involved in the life of my child/let's just. Try to make it work. For the baby" versus "wow... long time since I last saw you, what? 3 years? 5? How have you been... [cue the internal angst of] is that someone else's child, oh my God I've missed out on so much, does this child even know about me? Do they think I didn't want to be a part of their life?, Why didn't [insert character name] tell me?, do they... not want me to be involved at all... can I fit into this family? Would I be welcomed?" One thing to know about me: above all I LOVE ANGST)

[wannabe-cartoonist-blog]

it's Midorima's birthday, so naturally it was time for me to draw his second skin in my animal shapeshifter AU: a regal elk! I think I may use the excuse of bdays to finally draw everyone's animal form. at least the GoM's.

back when I was first writing this au, I had a really hard time picking a predator that fit him, since I wanted the GoM to all be rather intimidating and strong animals. But then I had the thought....what if he WASN'T a predator at all? He then ended up being the only non-predator on the GoM. but don't let his prey-status fool you, his animal form stands at 5 feet tall (152+cm) from hooves to shoulders, not including his head and impressive set of antlers. his stag form weights over 700 pounds (317+kg)!! you definitely don't want to be on the business-end of a pissed-off elk.

bonus(es)!

side note: bird shifters have it pretty easy in my au, since they don't really have a half-shifted form like most other shifters (who can be seen spotting their ears and tails when feeling overly excited/overexerted). Avian shifters only randomly shed feathers and their nails sharpen into talons when half-shifted. poor midorima though gets his ears, tail, smaller forms of his antlers, plus some of the speckling/freckles that can be seen on his animal form's coat. Takao of course finds all these things hilariously endearing, especially since it's not often that Midorima shifts in public, let alone lose control of his instincts enough to half-shift.

Kise's Animal Form | Seirin's Animal Forms | Read My Fanfic Series Here

[tetsunabouquet]

When Eyes Meet- Midorima Shintaro

A/N: Finally, I get to cover the last guy in the series! Woohoo! I'm chosing to follow Midorima's POV instead of the reader's for this one, because this concept is right up his alley. Aomine- Kise- Murasakibara- Akashi- Kuroko- Kagami

For as long as Midorima could remember, he had cracked open history books and studies, all to find answers for the question that had been plaguing mankind since their existence. How did Recognition work? Recognition, the fabled phenomenon where two people would lock eyes, and instantly exchanged the very names of their souls with the person destined to be their love. No one knew how people could know the names of ones soul through eye contact, what triggered the phenomenon considering some people knew their love since childhood whilst others would Recognize upon first sight. Midorima had read countless of theories about it, but he could not know wether the held any merit, because Midorima still hadn't Recognized himself despite trying countless ways to attract his future wife. Midorima wasn't the most romantic guy, but the minute someone had informed his tiny self that someday, he would find the girl of his dreams through a tried method, he had been waiting for it to happen. He had dreamt about how it would happen, wonder how she would look like. Midorima was reading yet another study at the Shutoku library, having already done his homework he was burried in another book about the subject yet again. "Still reading these books, Shin-Chan?" Takao asked from behind him, spooking the green haired boy. He whirled around annoyed and saw Takao was with his usual small friend group. They eyed him with their friendly smiles, one more teasing then the other. Midorima didn't had true close friends in Shutoku, except for Takao. The rest of the gang were more like casual acquaintances he hung out with from time to time. They consisted out of a boy named Kyoyama Ryu, another one named Toya Keisuke and his sister Rinka, and you. Keisuke scoffed at the book. "You really think you're going to find the love of your life if you're stuck in the library all day?" Rinka hit her brother. "At least his grades aren't failing the way ours are, nii-chan." You giggled and decided to sit in the seat next to him. "I don't think anyone would want to trade with your grades, Keisuke-kun." You teased and Midorima couldn't help but think you had such a lovely grin. Your playful expression was oozing with charm. "Well, what do you guys think how it happens?" Whilst everyone in his group was as soulmateless as he himself was, he figured asking the question would do no harm. Keisuke scrunched his nose in thought and Takao hummed as he thought about his own theories. "Maybe, it's seeing someone for who they truly are." Your answer came immediately, like you had thought about it so much that you didn't even needed to think about your theory. Midorima looked at you in surprise, your simple answer felt like a pretty satisfactory explanation. 'If eyes really are the windows to the soul, then that's a decent theory,' Midorima mused. He looked at you, and studied your frame. If he could be honest, you were the one from Takao's friend group he liked the most. You were the type to always come with an answer or a solution to the questions he had, thinking outside the box. With you, he felt like his musings and worries always cleared like the sun, giving him time to think of other things, like how soft your hair always looked. If he were less reserved, he would have asked you for your contact details long ago. "Ey y/n-san, I bet you've got a clear idea of the guy you're gonna Recognize huh?" Rinka asked as she flopped down on your other side. "Not really. Every time I try to picture what kind of guy suits me, I just end up lost and confused." "Well someone smart enough to match you. Someone steady, who's probably traditional but not in a discriminatory sense. You know, like Midorima." Rinko had spoken her mind before she realized how awkward her words were. As your eyes fluttered to Midorima, curiously, he peered into your eyes and found to his shock that a name bubbled at his lips. And he instantly knew, that it was yours.

[chireila]

tbh i've been thinking about idol!kisedai where at first, the lineup are the og first-year regulars (seijuuro, daiki, shintarou, atsushi, tetsuya) and then comes ryouta and the last is of course, taiga; kinda like nct (the addition of members).

ryouta can easily fit in and becomes the most popular member in no time, meanwhile taiga takes some time to become part of the group. his determined-yet-somewhat-innocent vibe draw a lot of fans to take a liking. his introduction is "i am the flaming wild tiger, kagami taiga. nice to meet you all!" and the members and the fans kinda cringe at that (please don't blame him he's just doing his job others are ridiculous as well especially ryouta)

sometimes taiga speaks japanglish like "このポジションで、そして you go this way, だろう?" and the only one who understands is seijuurou WKWKWKWKWK others have to constantly remind him "日本語!" and he just resigns XD daiki and ryouta often mimics him (in annoying way) when he speaks english because he somewhat becomes slightly softer yet confident. just trio musketeers thing, i guess.

i haven't thinking about their position but this is my initial rough sketch:

seijuurou: leader, lead vocalist, center, visual

colour: red

representative emoji: 🦁/🐱

dob: december 20th (sagittarius)

ryouta: main vocalist, sub rapper, center, visual

colour: yellow

representative emoji: ☀️/🐰

dob: june 18th (gemini)

shintarou: lead vocalist, lead dancer

colour: green

representative emoji: 🐸/🐢

dob: july 7th (cancer)

taiga: main rapper, sub vocalist

colour: maroon

representative emoji: 🐯

dob: august 2nd (leo)

daiki: main rapper, main dancer

colour: navy

representative emoji: black panther

dob: august 31st (virgo)

atsushi: lead rapper, sub vocalist

colour: purple

representative emoji: 🍭/maiubou

dob: october 9th (libra)

tetsuya: maknae, main vocalist

colour: pale turquoise/pale blue

representative emoji: 👻/🐶

dob: january 31st (aquarius)

momoi: manager

colour: peach

representative emoji: 🍑

dob: may 4th (taurus)

so ... yeah. that's my rambling for today. might as well change it if i find something new/fitting for them

*the age lineup is based on the japanese school system(?) idk what it's called ... something like the ones who born on april or near april is the oldest(?) ... it might be different if it counted from january, which makes tetsuya the oldest and seijuurou the youngest.

[hirookouji]

so all those warriors vs cavs finals mustve been fun for aomine and kise right?

[missowo]

haha phantom spider 🙂

(Listen don't ask why im into kuroko no basket and spiderman rn. guess I am already,,)

[sleepingghostt]

Haha another wip coz i love unfinished works😒

Prompt: it’s the zombie apocalypse and Daiki’s leg is broken.

“What the fuck Kise! What the actual fuck!”

There’s blood everywhere. On the floor, the walls, all over Aomine’s body. Kagami’s also covered in it, a panicked mess as he cradles the bluenette to his chest. He’s shouting insult after insult in a frenzied state as Kise sobs and Takao runs around like a chicken with its head cut off, searching and failing to find medical supplies. If there were any, they’re all gone now.

“Kagami-Kun calm down,” Kuroko instructs firmly, resting a hand on the redhead’s shoulder. It’s hard, even for him to be calm in a situation like this. The smell of iron is heavy in the air, making his stomach twist painfully and he may or may not lose one of his best friends tonight. It’s a gut wrenching possibility but panicking like this isn’t going to help.

“Yell at Kise-Kun later. Right now we need to save Aomine-Kun.”

The order seems to manifest in Kagami’s brain because he blinks, then nods and sets his attention on a delirious Takao. “Takao, Kise, find Midorima, get medical supplies and get your asses back here, quick.”

The two look at each other, Takao pale as a ghost, Kise still crying, snot running from his nose. It’s Takao that speaks for them, eyes glancing back and forth between Kagami and the doors of the gas station they’d barricaded themselves inside of. They’re both weaponless but Kagami clearly doesn’t care. Aomine’s more important at the moment.

“But-”

“Go!”

“Takao-Kun, here, take my gun.” It’s nothing special. A small glock Kagami managed to swipe off a random dying gang member during their first food raid. Grateful, Takao takes it and he and Kise leave quietly through one of the windows not boarded up, leaving Kuroko alone with Kagami and Aomine.

Aomine.

Bracing himself, Kuroko looks down at him, closely for the first time that night since he and Kagami arrived after the incident. His face is buried in the redhead’s chest, hands tightly fisting Kagami’s biceps. The redhead had torn his sweatshirt off a while ago, now in nothing but his tank top, the gray piece of clothing pressed tightly against Aomine’s ribs. Kuroko doesn’t know how big of a difference that makes. He ‘s still bleeding profusely.

He pants softly, a grunt here and there, a broken groan. His breathing was uneven and sporadic. Biting his lip, Kuroko lowers his glance down towards his right leg, the trigger for him; every basketball player’s nightmare. It’s broken, bent at a one-eighty degree angle. Kuroko looks away, feeling his dinner rise in his throat.

“Kuroko, a water bottle and a towel? Please?” it comes out forced and choked, Kagami’s attention solely on Aomine now. With shaky fingers, he runs his fingers through his bloody matted hair and tightens his hold on him.

Kuroko nods and leaves the area wordlessly, swallowing with difficulty. Aomine’s injuries raise major problems. The fastest one in their group, one of their best fighters…now a liability…if he does survive this. Kuroko doesn’t know if he’s been bit. He hasn’t turned yet, though according to Midorima, it takes approximately three minutes to six hours considering how fatal it is.

Aomine got hit by a falling car, trying to lead Kise and Takao to safety from a horde so it’s a possibility, a hope that this is the extent of it. Something that can easily be fixed if given enough time, something Aomine is gradually running out of if the steady flow of blood on the floor is any indication.

Grabbing a bottle of water from the back of the shelf, Kuroko sighs shakily and closes his eyes. if Aomine dies because of this….

He couldn’t find a towel, but there’s an old coat behind the register so he grabs that and hurries back to Kagami and Aomine. Kagami is whispering to him, soft and shaky into his hair as he rubs his back, though he’s trying not to move him too much. Aomine’s struggling in his grip, fists clenching and unclenching around bunches of his bloody tank top, groans and labored breathing muffled in his chest. They don’t notice him and Kuroko doesn’t make himself known.

“Hold on for me okay?” the redhead whispers, “Just a little longer Dai. I promise.”

“F-fucking h…hurts…I can’t-”

“You have to.” Kagami tenses at the raise of his own voice and presses a kiss to his hair in apology, lowering it again. He’s crying, a sight Kuroko’s only seen on rare occasions. But it’s still off putting, seeing tears roll down Kagami’s cheeks. “Baby, you have to...”

Aomine says nothing, just clings to him with less strength as before as Kagami grips him tighter and presses his face into blue strands. A sob is heard. Then another. “Please,” he croaks, so softly, Kuroko almost misses it. “I can’t fucking lose you.”

“Kagami! Aomine we’re here!” Takao tumbles in through the window then, interrupting their moment and Kuroko has honestly never been happier to see him. A breath of relief is punched from his lungs as Midorima, Kise, Murisakibara, Akashi, Teppei, Hyuga, Mitobe and Kasamatsu appear with a door, yes, an entire oak door with them, easing it through the window. A door but no medical supplies.

“What the hell Midorima!” Kagami erupts. “Why didn’t you bring supplies like I fucking told you to?”

“I cannot treat him here. We have to get him back to the shelter.” Midorima pales at the sight of Aomine and quickly pushes his glasses farther up on the bridge of his nose. The others circle but keep their distance, Hyuga gagging and Kise throwing up on the floor.

“Really, Hyuga?” Teppei gives him a look, eager to look at anything other than Aomine’s leg as a squeamish looking Kasamatsu punches Kise hard in the shoulder.

“I can’t-” gagging, Hyuga runs off to another part of the store, a loud retching filling the space.

“I’m sorry about him,” Teppei apologizes nervously as Midorima and Murisakibara frown.

“Ignore him, we have a job to do,” not the least bit grossed out, Akashi stares intently at Aomine before switching his gaze to Midorima. “How bad is it, Shintaro?”

Midorima approaches Aomine and Kagami on the floor near his leg. At first Kuroko thinks he’s going to touch it but he doesn’t. He simply inspects as Kagami watches warily. Aomine keeps his face hidden in the redhead’s chest.

“Bad. It looks like a complete fracture. When we move him, we’ll have to do so carefully.”

“Alright. Atsushi, Teppei, Taiga, Mitobe. Put him carefully on the board. You‘ll carry him back to the shelter. The rest of you surround them on all sides. Put your weapons to good use.”

In a graceful movement, he kneels next to Aomine and puts a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Prepare yourself Daiki. This will be painful.”

“Just get on with it,” the bluenette growls into Kagami’s shirt.

“Atsushi, Teppei, bring the board over.”

The board is large, thin but stable, fully capable of holding a six foot, four basketball player. They slide it over and Murasakibara grabs Aomine’s thighs while Teppei takes a gentle hold of his leg. The bluenette hisses from the contact and Kagami soothes him, with a hand in his hair and whispers in his ear.

Now visible, Aomine's face is a nightmare. His dark skin is a splotchy mess of tears, blood and grime, the crease between his eyebrows harsh and glaring as he trembles like a leaf in Kagami’s arms.

Kuroko’s heart drops at the sight and he looks away, vision going blurry. He can’t imagine the pain his former light must be in…

“Lift on the count of three,” Akashi directs slowly once they get the board in perfect position. “One, two, three.”

“Fuck!” Aomine yells out as they lift and place him down on the wood.

“Oww! God dammit!” He thrashes and cries out again, Kagami quickly grabbing his hands. “Hey relax, Daiki, relax, you’re okay…you’re on.”

Aomine grits his teeth and clenches his hands in a white knuckled grip, eyes going frantic with pain, streaming with tears as he sobs quietly up at him.

“You’re okay D,” the redhead repeats, voice strained but soft. Kuroko barely hears him. “All safe now baby… I swear, we won’t let anything happen to you-”

“Taiga,” Akashi interrupts with a quick scan to the area. “Get in position.”

With one last squeeze, Kagami reluctantly pulls away and grabs his corner of the door, the other three boys following suit.

“We lift on three,” the redhead rumbles, keeping a careful eye on Aomine and Kuroko gets in position, standing alongside Kise in their man-made circle.

“One…two…three!”

[kirisaki-daichi-scenarios]

the boys as bodyguards

dedicated to absolutely no one. sure this is an asks blog - does that mean i have to actually answer them? i know i know bad admins bad admins whatcha gonna do whatcha gonna do when they come for you but i had a dream ages ago now that involved bodyguards, tsunamis, and also a shit ton of murder. don't ask. anyway, it got me pondering. and then it took literal months to write this so i figured i'd post what i've got so far, and maybe i'll update with the rest of the boys later, depending on how well this does/how much time i have

hanamiya makoto

hanamiya’s the package deal

he’s the chief advisor; he’s the doctor; he’s the bodyguard; he’s the sniper. just a right hand man in every way possible.

i mean, he’s not literally your right hand man: he’s the leader of a team, and often it’ll be one of his men there next to you at events, but he’s always supervising or coordinating or collecting intel

ie he’s dedicated to his job. he does like engineering spider’s webs after all.

having said that, he’s also an uncontrollable prick

he’s the best at giving you advice, both in terms of navigating high society and in terms of actual business advice, but is he going to give that advice without slipping in a snide comment about how you should really know all this by now? when you tell him to make sure to take a break some time, is he going to stop himself from saying “maybe if you weren’t so incredibly useless on your own, i’d be able to.”

and sure maybe he’s breaking the universal declaration of human rights with what he does to the people who dare to try harm you, but you don’t know about that

need to know basis type beat

you don’t even have access to the full floor plans of your own property, which includes a basement you’ll never know about, let alone step foot in. hanamiya keeps that information very close to his chest.

gotta make sure his employer has plausable deniability

gotta make double sure that you don’t find out about half the things he does - from the ways he sources his information, to his very dodgy organised crime links, to the number of people that have sadly lost their lives in the name of “fuck it, you’re pissing me off” - because he hates when you bang on about bullshit like “laws” and “morals”

after all, if everyone followed your beloved laws and morals, then you’d have no need for his services

as he always tells you, he’s just your pet necessary evil

yamazaki hiroshi

i reckon he only got into the bodyguard business because he spent his childhood wanting to be a samurai but, well you know, that’s not really a job opportunity anymore

what it does mean though is that he’s all about bushido: mastering his work, bravery, honesty, etc - and above all else loyalty to one’s employer

on a random thursday afternoon, he’ll tell you, completely nonchalantly, straight face, “i would die for you if that’s what it takes. on my life, i’ll always keep you safe.”

you’re staring at him like wtf and/or trying to stop yourself blushing, but he thinks that’s a completely normal thing to say cause he’s just following bushido

of course, late one night, he’ll wake up realise how weird that came across and he’ll spend the next week trying not to blush whenever you talk to him

just like the time he spent a week kicking himself after you walked in on him training, shirtless and rather sweaty, and when you told him he should take a break, he said “but i need to train so my body can be at its best for you”

again, at the time that sounded very reasonable, serious, and totally bushido to him. it’s only later that he’s freaking out in his room like why in god’s name did he say that.

but hey that’s bodyguard!yamazaki for you. a little weird, a little socially inept, but loyal to a fault

haizaki shougo

can you imagine the number of jobs that this man has lost for sleeping on the job?

he’s only got his current gig looking after you because his prices are cheaper and you were getting desperate to find someone in your budget

he’s a ...uhh… unique bodyguard? in the sense that he’ll get you out of harms way eventually, but "eventually" is the key word there

haizaki actively ignores intel that a certain location might be dangerous, because he really just wants to get into fights. sure you might get in the way occasionally, maybe even get some nasty bruises, but hey you get what you pay for.

you want a good bodyguard, save up some money, idiot.

literally the only reason he got into being a bodyguard is so he can beat people up legally (and because he got dishourably discharged from the military); he doesn’t care that much about the whole ‘protecting’ side of things

he’s also the type to ditch you the minute a better paying job comes up (possibly combat work as a mercenary). however he’s not as cold-hearted as he may seem, and he’ll happily spend a day of leave breaking into your penthouse

so that when you return in the evening, he’s there sat on an armchair, grinning smugly, “man your security’s turned to shit since i left.”

shortly followed by, “miss me?”

jason silver

jason’s the quintessential bodyguard, cause, after all, having a very muscular 6’11 man follow you everywhere you go isn’t exactly subtle

but he’s recognisable for other reasons as well.

like the fact that he’ll accompany you to formal balls, and he’ll be the only man there with an undone tie - it’s such a massive argument trying to get him to wear an appropriate suit instead of his usual hoodies and sweatpants, that can anyone blame you for not having the energy to insist he stops undoing his tie as well?

he’s also not exactly one for professionality. like you’ll be minding your business, trying to network, and suddenly you’ll hear a wolf whistle by your ear and a “wouldn’t mind me a bit of that”

“jason, that’s the ambassador to norway. we’re having her over for dinner next week, so, with all due respect, shut the fuck up. and whisper next time, for heaven’s sake! what if someone had heard you?”

“shit, is it a crime to like some nice tits in this economy?”

and when you glare at him, genuinely furious, he grins, puts his hands up, and says, “sorry, sorry. forgot you don’t like me having eyes for anyone else, boss.”

but don’t get me wrong, jason’s not all evil contra to fujimaki’s propaganda

he is an incredibly good bodyguard - those animal instincts really help him out when it comes to getting you out of a sniper’s line of sight, or saving you from a bullet, or just assessing a room for potential entry points. and he packs a mean punch if anyone tries to try something on you, a solid ko.

no one’s getting past him essentially

the only problem is that it’s incredibly difficult to thank jason for saving your life, cause the last thing he needs is an ego boost or feeling like you owe him.

“seriously jason. i don’t know how i can ever repay you.”

“usually the payslip’s enough,” he smirks, “but you know that little lady ambassador-“

unsuprisingly, he’s not invited to the dinner.

[reyryz]

i think some fun shenanigans would be had during all star games

[id in alt]

[traditionalartist]

Either the Medieval/European one or the modern one - though modern is more likely because of the word "diner" (if I choose the Medieval/European one, the word I used would be "tavern"), so yeah...

Hmm, regarding the media... Ok so after Seijūrō whisked away Kōki from his humble origins to a life of grandeur & luxury, the former kept the latter's existence a secret until the moment comes where the future King needs to announce he had chosen his partner. So for weeks, Seijūrō entrusted his men - Reo, Kotarō & Eikichi - to show Kōki the ropes & guide him learning about Rakuzan, from the culture, customs, & traditions to geography & history.

But those lessons were nothing compared to the most vital part: social interactions with fellow nobles & royalties at the court.

To say that Kōki is nervous is an understatement. He's a total wreck. Because his fellow competitors for Seijūrō's hand in marriage are all women. And they're all actual Princesses, Duchesses, Marchionesses, Countesses, & Ladies.

Kōki is the only man in the court. And he's the only one with a commoner background. A penny among diamonds.

He felt like a fish out of water.

It didn't help that these women were all looking at him. Some of them whispered with each other, & others pointed at him & snickered.

Kōki felt like he was in high school all over again.

Thankfully he's grouped together with 3 women - a Princess, a Duchess & a Lady respectively - who are open-minded, super nice & never judge him regardless of his social status.

When the time finally comes for Seijūrō to make his announcement, Kōki has already mastered how to keep his composure. But that doesn't stop the inner anxiety he felt throughout the whole day.

And so the moment comes. When Seijūrō presented Kōki as the one he's going to marry, there's a divided reaction among the people and the press.

Some of them are happy with the outcome. Others not so much.

The ones who are happy are the younger people, who wish for a change in the kingdom & this might finally be it.

The ones who aren't happy are the older people, who want to maintain tradition & expect one of the noble women to be selected.

So throughout Seijūrō's speech, Kōki smiles & waves to everyone like he's been taught to by Reo, Kotarō & Eikichi for weeks. But his knees feel like jelly.

When it's over, Kōki slumped. From this moment on, he knows all eyes are on him now. There's no going back.

But he knows he doesn't have to go through this alone. Seijūrō, his 3 men & the 3 noble women had been a big help to him. So long as he has these people, Kōki knows he can overcome whatever trials & tribulations that he'll have to deal with at some point in the future.

(Okay, I never even considered the possibility of the futuristic one, but you got me intrigued with the "spreading their "happily married bliss" as national patriotic propaganda" part!!)

As the next (and only) heir of the Rakuzan kingdom, Seijūrō must find a bride before his upcoming 25th birthday, where he'll be officially crowned as the new King - otherwise he'd be considered ineligible. So when he visits a local diner belonging to the neighboring country of Seirin and meets a plain-looking brown-haired waiter who, for some reason, catches Seijūrō's attention, he might finally have a chance to qualify.

Kōki is a waiter at a small diner in the country of Seirin. For him, his current life is just fine...or at least that's what he keeps telling himself. But after he serves a customer who wishes to maintain their anonymity, Kōki finds his life is turning upside down. The unexpected part? He gets thrown into the lavish, glittering, and glamorous world of the royal Akashi family, where millions of people are now watching his every move. In order to survive, he must learn how to fit in and act like royalty because not everyone who smiles at him has the best of intentions and will stand by his side to support him.

Will the pressure of long-time tradition get to them and crumble their spirits? Or will they rise to the throne as Rakuzan's first two Kings in history and rewrite the laws?

I love a royalty au!!!

Okay, uh, this is my fault but what era are we talking about? Is this like classic nobility/medieval/european? Is this like modern? Slightly futuristic? Because it changes the vibe so much!

Medieval - Akashi coming into a tavern, cloak pulled high to hide the royal red hair which has become synonymous with the crown, his hands just a little too clean (a fact Furi notices when refilling his mug).

Modern (which from the word diner got me wondering about this in the first place) - Akashi's wearing sunglasses (indoors!? Only blind people and assholes wear sunglasses indoors! Excuse the spn reference agshhs) a cap pulled low- yes Akashi soooo inconspicuous 🙄. The low light in the diner at 1 am as Furi pours him coffee, a partly stained half apron around his waist, the flash of his teeth when he smiles like he genuinely cares about his customers??? , the slim slenderness of his wrists. When he sees Akashi rubbing his eyes in frustration and exhaustion he sidles over and asks what his favorite pie/cake is and gives it to him, "on the house", says he is "paying forward kindness" and "I can tell from your accent that are a long way from home." AND THEN THE MEDIA!!! GOD THE WAY I WANT THE MEDIA TO RIP INTO FURIHATA, DIVING INTO HIS PAST, TEAR HIM TO PIECES- WHO IS HE TO HAVE WON THE LOVE AND ATTENTION OF THE MOST ELIGIBLE BACHELOR IN RAKUZAN? HOW WILL PARLAMENT/THE SENATE REACT TO AKASHI'S CHOICE OF SPOUSE!?

Futuristic - god... the possibilities with this one.... like. The diner could be one of the last diners with actual waiters/waitresses and just- imagine Akashi going in with the latest technological device that projects a digital mask infront of his face?? The flickering of an old television blurring his facial characteristics, microcosmically shifting the projected blue- now green- black eyes- Furihata stopping in hesitation before his table "uh... are you here to rob us?" "No, my apologies. My device seems to have malfunctioned" please don't ask him to take it off, please don't ask him to take it off "oh- alright. Sorry about that. Hopefully you can get it fixed soon." And when they move in together I'm just imagining that the palace has all these cameras around constantly recording them and spreading their "happily married bliss" as national patriotic propaganda and Furihata isn't sure if Akashi means it when he kisses him or says I love you gahhhhhh

Which did you have in mind?