Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Features: Midorima Shintarō / Aomine Daiki because the RNG demanded thus ; Kuroko Tetsuya / Kagami Taiga for plot purposes ; Generation of Miracles friendship
Tags: Post-Series | Everyone’s a working adult | This actually references the Supreme Court decision wow | This ended up being a basketball match LOL when in doubt just write action
Warnings: Borderline crack idk how else to write this; I have genuinely never considered this pairing before in all three seasons of KnB
Word count: 1,094
--- 1-Million-Words’ Weekend Challenge: Matchmaker (pairing assigned via RNG; must mention a non-het wedding)
--- 1-Million-Words’ July Challenge: Pool Party (do a fandom you’ve never written in before)
--- 1-Million-Words’ A-to-Z Challenge: Letter M (M for marriage)
Some snippets follow:
Some snippets follow:
“We’re married now,” Kuroko said.
Aomine spat out his drink.
His spluttering caught the attention of the rest of the Generation of Miracles, who came over to see what was going on.
Patiently, Kuroko repeated over the sounds of Aomine choking to death on the floor, “Kagami-kun and I are married now.”
Kuroko peered at Akashi in vague concern. “Well, when two people love each other very much, sometimes one of them would purchase some jewellery, and then go down on one knee –”
“Why weren’t we invited to the wedding?” wailed Kise.
“Why would anyone invite you?” everyone still coherent asked simultaneously.
Kise joined Aomine on the floor.
Murasakibara contemplated the situation for a moment, and then fished out an unopened bag of sweets from his bag and presented it to Kuroko with the solemnity of an offering. “Congratulations.”
“Thank you, Murasakibara-kun.” Kuroko glanced down the packet of Choco Babies with mild interest. “But I don’t think either Kagami-kun or myself can get pregnant.”
Murasakibara gave this pronouncement the grave consideration it deserved, and then held out a packet of Kiss Mints instead for a trade.
“Ne, Midorima,” Aomine began after the impromptu basketball match, towelling himself dry.
“No,” Midorima replied without looking up from re-taping his fingers carefully. “I am not flying to America to marry you.”