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thedeliverygod · 3 years

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Happy Valentines Day! I’m posting this a day early out of both eagerness and the fact that there’s a big ice storm floating overtop of me right now that is threatening to knock my power out.

CULTURAL NOTES FOR THIS FANFIC: Valentines Day in Japan is a day when girls give chocolates to their romantic interests/significant others but also to friends. Obligation chocolate is what you would give to friends—affordable, non-pricey chocolate. Honmei chocolate is either homemade or expensive chocolate and is given with romantic intention.

On White Day (March 14th) the boys get to return the favor. And yes, I plan on writing a white day fic as well.

AO3

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Just as Sweet

Hiyori was nodding along and smiling as Yama excitedly discussed her plans for Valentine’s Day with her boyfriend as they walked home. Still, as happy as she was for her friend, her thoughts drifted to whether or not she should do anything other than obligation chocolate for Yato as she did for the rest of her friends.

“And you, Hiyori?” Ami’s voice knocked her out of her internal debate.

Blinking in confusion, she questioned back, “What about me?”

“What about that guy on your phone sensei caught you staring at? Are you doing anything for him?” She wiggled her eyebrows, intrigued.

Hiyori felt like her face had caught fire, unable to form words.

“That’s right! Who is that guy, anyway?” Yama immediately jumped in, moving closer as they slowed to a stop.

“H-he’s just a friend!” She managed to finally spit out, though she quickly felt herself growing light headed with embarrassment.

The two other girls looked at each other, clearly not buying it.

“Right.” Yama dragged out, “But! You do have a picture, right? Show us, just for the fun of it.”

“If he’s just a friend, it’s no big deal, right?” Ami echoed her sentiments mischievously.

“You two are…” Hiyori grumbled to herself, reaching into her pocket with a shaking head as she huffed, “Fine.” As they shared their squeals of success, she sighed to herself as she unlocked her phone and moved to photos. ‘Most of the pictures I have are selfies from him stealing my phone when I’m tutoring Yukine-kun…’

Finding one she deemed as relatively acceptable, she held out her phone and turned her head away, “Here.” Her ears were instantly filled with more high-pitched squeals and she flinched.

“Hiyori!”

“He’s gorgeous! Again, who exactly who is this guy!? How did you meet him?”

She took a breath and shoved her phone back into her pocket, not sure how to respond. “I, um. You know the younger boy I mentioned before that I tutor? They live together.”

Ami squinted, “So you mean he’s his older brother?”

Hiyori shook her head, “No, he’s more like, um… his guardian?”

“So older guys are your thing, huh?” Yama snapped her fingers as she came to her realization. She winked and elbowed Hiyori, “Wow, and I thought being a closet wrestling fan was your only rebellious trait.”

She covered her face with both of her hands, pleading, “Stop.”

Yama and Ami shared a laugh before Ami repeated, “So… are you going to make chocolate or anything?”

“I don’t know yet.” Hiyori only slightly moved her hand to answer her friends.

“Why not?” Yama tilted her head, frowning.

Hiyori lowered her hands but turned her head away, her voice soft, “I don’t think he would return my feelings.” Before she knew it, she felt both of her friend’s hands on her shoulders.

“You never know until you try!” Ami gave her a gentle pat, “I think you should go for it.”

“And I think the same!” Yama let go of her to give her a thumbs up with a wide grin, “Besides, wouldn’t it be so fun to go on double dates?”

Hiyori laughed nervously, answering, “Yeah, sure…” Taking another breath, she commented, “Thanks, both of you.”

“Of course.” They both flashed more smiles and continued forward.

She returned as much of a smile as she could muster, but her feelings were bittersweet. ‘It’s so much more complicated than I can tell you. I wish I could. And I wish you could meet everyone, but… even I’m not supposed to be as involved as I am.’

Now that dinner was finished, the time had come to go through with her plan. The only problem was she hadn’t quite figured out how to ask Yato how to come by himself and not bring Yukine. As much as she loved the younger boy, she very much did not want him to be present for what was essentially going to be spilling her heart out to his god.

After going through various scenarios in her head, she decided to keep it plain and simple. Her heartbeat so loud that it was ringing in her ears, she typed out her text on her phone.

Can you come over soon? And by yourself if possible.

She hesitantly hit send and held her breath as she waited. Finally, her phone beeped to signify Yato’s response.

Uhhh sure. Is everything okay?

She took a breath before answering.

Yes everything’s fine

After another brief moment of silence, her phone beeped again.

Just give me a few minutes

Her heart continued to beat erratically within her chest, making the time pass both impossibly slow and fast at the same time. So, when her phone eventually rang, she wasn’t sure if she felt ready or not. In her hesitation, the phone rang several times before she finally hit the answer button.

“I had to sneak away from Yukine.” He announced as he appeared in a flash of bright light, “And it wasn’t easy, so you’d better make it worth it, Hiyori.” He finished with a wide grin.

Her mouth already dry at the sight of his smile, she swallowed and apologized, “S-sorry.”

“You getting sick? Your voice sounds kinda off.” He tilted his head and took a step closer.

Hiyori quickly shook her head, “No, no. I just could probably use some water…”

“On it!” Yato volunteered excitedly, dashing out her bedroom door before she could even get a word in.

Exasperated, she collapsed backward onto her bed and took the opportunity to at least try and calm herself down. Of course, all progress she made vanished as soon as he popped back in the door.

“Here you go,” He kneeled down and held it out.

Sitting back up, she nodded gratefully as she took it into her hands and took a sip. Sitting the glass down carefully on her desk, she looked back up to Yato, “You can’t just wander freely around the house like that, Yato. What if my big brother had been home?”

“I would just say I’m getting a glass of water?” He shrugged, “I wouldn’t worry about it too much, Hiyori. He’s kind of a weirdo himself.”

‘You’re completely missing the point.’ She held her palm up to her forehead, “If you say so.”

“So, really,” Yato sat down on the bed, across from her, “What’d you call me over for?”

She met his eyes and let out slowly, “I wanted to… give you something.”

His eyes widened curiously as he repeated, “Give me something?”

Hiyori nodded before looking down to her lap sheepishly.

“Oh—that’s right. It’s Valentine’s Day. I appreciate the thought, but I don’t really need obligation chocolate or anything.” He gave a small, forced laugh, “Of course I’ll take anything to Yukine, Kofuku and Daikoku, though—”

“I-it is chocolate, but it’s not out of obligation…” She still didn’t meet his gaze, reaching to the drawer in her desk to pull out a white box with a red bow, “…I-I made it myself, so it may not be the best, but I think it’s okay.”

There was a brief pause but Yato started to call out her name, “Hiyori—”

“Just let me get this out, okay?” She forced a smile as she looked up and he nodded, clearly looking concerned. “I’m sort of just using Valentine’s Day as an excuse to say all of this because I’ve wanted to tell you for a while now, but I didn’t know how to.”

She slid the chocolate box towards him, while getting up from the bed and beginning to pace around her room as she explained, “I realized I was in love with you back when you were gone. Kazuma-san sort of helped me come to that conclusion even if… it wasn’t exactly in the nicest way, to put it lightly.”

“What? What did he do?” Yato asked, his voice sharp and dark.

Hiyori glanced back at him briefly, “Don’t—don’t worry about it right now. He’s apologized since then. Anyway, we’ve obviously had a lot of important things going on that needed your full focus. Especially helping Yukine-kun get settled again. So, I didn’t want to say anything about my feelings, because I don’t really know how you feel. I know you really care about me and sometimes go over the top with that… but I don’t know how you really feel.”

She turned back to him but kept her eyes low, her hands clasped together, “So I held it in, at least until now. I know there’s never really going to be a perfect time, but I also don’t think I can keep lying to myself. Or to you, either. I just hope… no matter what, we can still be friends. Because I can’t imagine my life without you. That’s why I’ve told you over and over that I don’t want to cut our ties and that I don’t want to lose you.”

Yato wordlessly slipped off the bed and stood up.

Just as Hiyori felt the tears start to drip down her face, all of the built-up emotions finally pouring out, she felt him wrap his arms around her in a tight embrace. His face buried against her neck, she soon felt his own tears wetting her skin.

She wasn’t sure if she should laugh or feel worse, “I’ve got you crying now, too?” She reached up over his shoulders to wipe at her own eyes.

“Well, yeah.” He answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, adding a sniffle as he finished. He pulled back from her slightly, his hands lingering at her shoulders, “Hiyori, you… how do I even put this.” He let out a breath, “For so long I’ve been a minor god, no name, no shrine, nothing to hold on to. And then I met you and… you helped me with Yukine. You helped me understand him and become a better god so that I could take care of him like he deserved. You built me my first shrine. You’ve showed me time and time again that all my efforts to change aren’t useless. How could I not love you?”

Hiyori paused and swallowed, “I appreciate you saying that—but I’m not sure if you mean it in quite the same way.”

“Not the same way…?” Yato repeated, looking her over with a confused look.

“When I say I love you, I mean as so much more than just a friend. Kazuma-san and Tenjin-sama told me that gods—” She didn’t get to finish before he reached up to cup her face, leaning forward to press his lips against hers.

He only lingered for a moment before he pulled away, a small smile spreading across his features, “I have no idea what those two said, but I’m pretty sure I know what I mean.” He moved the hand that wasn’t resting against her face to her waist, pulling her ever so slightly closer to him, “But I can prove it to you if you need me to.”

Hiyori’s lips parted in shock and her voice caught in her throat before she managed to answer, “N-no, I believe you.” Her face was so hot she felt like her head was going to explode.

Yato pressed his forehead against hers, letting out, “That’s a relief. Although, I’ll admit I did sort of want to.”

“Of course you did.” She sighed in response before they both let out a round of laughter. “But in all seriousness,” She pressed her lips to his, “I love you.”

He answered her kiss eagerly when given the chance before giving his answer, “I love you too.” With that, he moved his hand to the back of her head and pulled her into a tight embrace again.

#noragami #yatori #noragami fanfiction #my writing

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herether · 4 years

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Noragami Chapter 90 thoughts

A monthly hello to my crying babes from another crying babe due to yet another heart wrenching, tear jerking, STRESSFUL chapter.

Let’s get straight into this.

Yukine doesn’t remember stabbing Yato?

So the feline/phantom state he was in might very possibly be a place where the true Yukine has no control, he’s so full of emotion that this form took over him and all he got was blurry images and the core of his hatred, which is his father. As we all know Yato has been the father figure and, well, it wouldn’t have been hard in Yukine’s state to see them as one. My question is, while he was fighting Yato, when did he start to get confused on who he was talking to? Was it when he was listing out words to describe his real-life dad? Earlier?

THIS MADE ME SO SAD,????

I wonder if Yukine actually wanted to fight him? I wonder if he was in the form he is now, would the outcome have been different?? Would he have listened?

+ Also where could Yato have gone? Maybe Kazuma reverted and brought him somewhere safe to patch him up

She was sending her husband money for her child but never bothered to ask how he was or anything? Maybe Naomichi was threatening enough to make sure they didn’t contact them, since he probably made himself clear with Haruki—and forbid him to connect with Yuka?

But, something about his mother not even checking on her own son even once a month, is, well, concerning. It doesn’t look like his mum was a bad person all around considering she was paying Naomichi regularly (which, by the way, i imagine he probably spent on drinking), but something still smells suss.

I find it very cute that these two have been by one another’s sides. The big sister/little sister dynamic between these two is, *chefs kiss*

It’s also nice to see that Mizuchi looks out for Hiyori at least in some aspect. Hiyori has been looking out for her, treating her as a person and not a tool, showing her affection in small ways,(holding her hand, giving her scarf to wear, her uniform.) Not sure if Mizuchi herself realizes how much she appreciates the gestures or what she’s doing yet, but it’s nice to see her finally developing—a girl who has so much wisdom over the years but still has so, so much to learn regarding showing her own affection.

Just gonna rant here for a few lines.

I LITERALLY HATE HOW HIYORI DOESNT EVEN CARE ABOUT HER OWN LIFE IF IT MEANS SAVING YUKINE AND SEEING YATO. She’s willing to go so far, she’s such a selfless character who gives so much and asks for so little. I want to give her the world.

Also the handholding. The handholding.

Also; isn’t it crazy how Yato wanted to make sure Hiyori stayed out of this mess between them but it ended up being her putting her own life on the line too because this IDIOT, my baby, my blue eyed cinnamon apple, doesn’t know how to deal with his problems in a healthy way. Guess they’ve all got something to learn. (A lot.)

Again. Odd.

HOW is it that they had, to this day, no idea what happened to Haru. Did they really just give up searching? :/

Some of you have mentioned this already, and i will AGREE that Adachitoka have backed themselves into a corner with the way they’re writing this story that it can’t turn out to be a cookie cutter happy ending tied in a nice neat bow. We’ve got three lives at stake right now, plus very unstable characters mentally. Everyone couldn’t possibly get a happy ending.

Hiyori’s had a near-death experience more than thrice now, something’s telling me we might get an actual death if the writers don’t decide to give in to flower fields and sun rays on smiling faces for the end.

#noragami #manga #yato #yukine #noragami spoilers #spoilers #theories #hiyori #noragami 90 #last panel didnt even bother cropping bc im SAD

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tickly-trashcan · 3 years

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A Bad Regalia {Yato and Yukine}

A/N: Another one where another ask came in after prompts, so I’m assuming it’s a modification. I’m ashamed to say I still haven’t started seasn 2 of Noragami, but I love it so much so I’ll hopefully get to watching it soon! also every time I typed Yato’s name my computer autocorrected it to Yahoo, and that made me laugh. Anyways, hope you enjoy this one!

Summary: Yukine is being a rude and stubborn Regalia, and Yato’s had just about enough.

Word Count: 1.2k (under the cut)

“Oi, what was that back there?!” Yato yelled, letting go of his sword as it transformed back into a small boy.

He crossed his arms, sticking his tongue out at Yato as he turned his back.

“Yukine!” Yato exclaimed, completely exasperated.

“What?! We got the phantom, right? What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is that your blade was completely dull! You know how much work that phantom was?”

Yukine pouted, slouching his shoulders as he tapped his foot irritatedly. “It’s your fault for being a stupid, no good god! I was supposed to be hanging out with Hiyori right now but noooo I have to deal with your gross, sweaty hands all over me!”

Yato’s eye twitched. Did this brat seriously have that much nerve? Oh, he had a lot coming for him.

Yato got a sudden painful chill on his spine and he yelped, grabbing his neck before yelling at Yukine again.

“Hey, stop it with the dirty thoughts, you puny little pervert! I already told you that hurts!”

Yukine flushed bright red and threw his arms to the side, yelling back at Yato.

“I wasn’t thinking of anything dirty!”

“Oh, so you’re a perv and a liar, huh?!”

“Shut up!”

Yato crossed his arms, walking over to Yukine and dropping his fist on his head.

“Ow!” Yukine whined, grabbing the spot on his head when Yato pulled his hand back.

“You’re one of the worst Regalia I’ve ever had… I think I need to teach you a lesson.”

“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do?” Yukine said smugly, grinning as he put a hand on his hip.

“I’m gonna… uhm… I’m gonna… get you,” Yato fumbled. He had never really done anything like punishing a Regalia before, he wasn’t really sure what to do. Yukine smirked as he turned around, walking away from Yato.

“Yeah sure, you’re gonna ‘get me’. Whatever, I’m gonna go hang out with Hiyori now,” Yukine waved nonchalantly at Yato as he started to walk off, hands behind his head.

“Where do you think you’re going? Wait!”

Yato reached out to grab Yukine’s shoulder in hopes of stopping him, but as Yukine continued to walk, Yato’s hand ended up on his side, grabbing it as Yukine yelped, jumping away from him as his hands shot to cover his side.

Yato blinked a few times as he stared at the blushing Yukine.

“You’re calling me a pervert? Don’t grab people like that!” Yukine exclaimed, turning again and walking away, faster this time.

A devious smirk crawled up Yato’s face as he realized why exactly Yukine had reacted like that, and he quickly chased after him.

Yukine heard running footsteps behind him and turned to see Yato sprinting towards him, yelling his name. He squeaked, quickly running away from him as fast as his legs would take him.

However, Yato was quicker, and he easily caught up with Yukine, grabbing him by his shirt collar as he yelped, falling on his butt as Yato grabbed his hands quickly, pinning them underneath his shin.

“Wh-What are you doing?! This is harassment!” Yukine yelled. “Help!”

Yato chuckled mischievously, raising his hands above Yukine as he wiggled his fingers. Yukine looked up at him in fear as he realized what was coming.

“No!” He whimpered, struggling in Yato’s grasp, both his arms above his head, leaving him completely helpless.

“This is what you get for being a bad Regalia!” Yato exclaimed, digging his wiggling fingers into Yukine’s ribs, making him arch his back as he shrieked.

“Y-Yatohohohoho! Nohohoho!” Yukine squealed, squirming around desperately. It tickled so bad! He didn’t have his arms to protect himself, and he was more exposed than anyone would ever want to be when they’re being tickled.

Yato smirked, continuing to dance along Yukine’s ribs as he rocked back and forth, completely helpless to Yato’s cruel tickling.

“Does that tickle, Yukine? This is what happens if you disobey your god!” Yato teased, poking between each rib, making Yukine squeak adorably with each poke.

“EEYah! N-NOhohohoho! I-I’ll be goohoohoohood! I promiseeee! GAHa! Not thehehehehere!”

Yato scribbled his fingers in the hollow of Yukine’s underarms, making him arch his back and tug on his arms desperately as his face went pink with embarrassment at the shrill sounds he was making.

“It’s not a matter of being good now, it’s a matter of getting what you deserve for being bad in the first place,” Yato stated simply, though it was just an excuse to keep tickling Yukine. The kid could use a good laugh, regardless of whether or not he was bad.

“Hey hey, should I tell Hiyori you’re ticklish? That’d be hilarious!” Yato laughed, wincing when he felt a sudden pain in his neck. “Did you just have another dirty thought?!”

“NOHOHoHoho!” Yukine lied, face now bright red from embarrassment and from laughing. Yato clicked his tongue, scratching up Yukine’s upper arm before digging right back in the hollow of his underarm, making him shriek and kick his legs around.

“You just added another ten minutes for that,” Yato joked, though the joke didn’t register with Yukine as he shrieked again.

“T-Tehehehehehen minutes??” He cried out, kicking his legs as he whined. “I cahahahahahan’t last that long! I-I’ll dihihihihieeee!”

Yato clicked his tongue again. “You can’t die twice, Yukine.”

Yato spidered his fingers down Yukine’s ribs again, now landing at his sides which he gave a firm squeeze as Yukine squealed, rocking from side to side in an attempt to shake off Yato’s tickly fingers.

“Stohohohohohop! GYAhahahaha! Plehehehease, Yatoooo!” Yukine whimpered, cackling loudly.

“Not until you’ve learned your lesson,” Yato said simply, scribbling his fingers along Yukine’s tummy as he screamed, kicking his legs out as he arched his back.

“NAHAHAHahahaHA! A-Anywhere but thehehehEHEHERE!” He screamed with hysterical laughter, squirming from side to side as he threw his head back, trying again to pull his arms back down.

“Heh, looks like you’re pretty ticklish here, huh?” Yato teased, poking Yukine’s tummy repeatedly as he giggled with each poke. “Is this a giggle button?”

Yukine blushed at the teasing. Between that and the tickling he was seriously about to lose his mind.

“I-I’ve lehehehehearned my lesson! Plehehehease, stohoHOHOP!” Yukine begged, tears now trickling down his bright red face as his laughter went from absolutely hysterical to silent.

Yato figured that Yukine had definitely learned his lesson at this point and pulled his hands off of the poor Yukine, letting him breathe.

He released his arms as well, Yukine instantly jumping up and covering his body, taking a few steps away from Yato as he breathed heavily, a few giggles still escaping his lips as he glared at him.

“Never do that again,” he said, scowling as Yato chuckled.

“Depends on how you act as my Regalia… If you behave I won’t have to do it again,” Yato said, shrugging his shoulders. Yukine’s scowl faded and he turned around in a huff.

“Whatever. I’m gonna hang out with Hiyori now,”

“No dirty thoughts!” Yato yelled at him as Yukine ran off, still hugging himself in case of Yato coming after him again. Yato chuckled to himself, putting his hands behind his head as he walked off. Maybe Yukine wasn’t a bad Regalia…

#noragami #yukine #yato #anon #tickle fic

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oneofyatosfollowers · 3 years

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Yatori Week 2021- Day 4

@yatoriweek2021

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32090953/chapters/79500055

Fanfiction: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13905660/1/Yatori-Week-2021

Yukine was in the living room studying for midterms when his dad busted the door down and flounced into the room.

This was a common occurrence, as this man was not his biological dad, but rather a once concerned neighbor that adopted him and was therefore hardly a decade older than the teen. There could be many reasons why his dad, a man named Yato, was excited:

He saw something to do with Capybaras

He got an extra sketchy side job for pocket change

The weather was nice

He bought junk with said pocket change

Anything to do with his beloved girlfriend, Hiyori

Based on the way the young man skipped into the living room, high on cloud nine, Yukine could only assume it was the last option. With sigh, Yukine closed his textbook and readied himself to lose the rest of his study time. Yato tended to talk about his girlfriend for hours on end, like he’s never seen nor heard of them before her, and Yukine would not be able to focus. Now, Yukine liked his dad’s girlfriend. Loved her in fact. His dad was her art tutor- and class nude model- in college since she struggled with the subject as a medical major. Eventually she had become Yukine’s tutor in everything else except math, which was reserved for his dad. It was unclear if Yato hired her, or she did it out of the kindness of her heart, or the two just wanted to see more of each other, but Hiyori wormed her way into both their hearts.

“Yukine!”

“What?” Yukine drawled. His dad was a whirlwind of smiles and flailing arms as he tumbled towards Yukine. Used to this too, the blonde simply waited for Yato to sit directly in front of him without knocking him over. Yukine blinked as his dad struggled to find the words to communicate in a language they both understood. It tended to take some time, as falling in love with Hiyori Iki was a grand affair that wrestled your heart and tied your tongue. She tended to have that effect on people, as most kind-angels did. However, when all he did was wheeze and let out a strange coo mixed with a whine, Yukine couldn’t help but scoff and roll his eyes.

“I did it!” Yato beamed.

“Did what?”

“I finished that old lady’s kitchen and finally got enough money!” He burst. In a fit of laughter that strangers might have thought was madness, the young man rolled onto his back and kicked his feet. It took a moment for Yukine to realize his theory was somehow wrong before he crawled over top of his dad.

“What-ugh,” Yukine slapped away the hands that covered the man’s face, “what are you saving for? You never save money. I’m surprised we haven’t missed any bills yet.” Hands away his face, his dad’s bright blue eyes stared into Yukine’s hazel, full of unbridled joy . That was hardly a good sign; Yato was known for extravagant plans that he got far too excited over. Especially when they failed more often than not. Honestly, Hiyori was a saint for staying with such a spaz.

“That’s the thing!” The man gasped. He didn’t wait for his son’s answer, leaping to his feet to dash into the kitchen. Meanwhile, Yukine was rolling his eyes, of course it was about her. Yato ran back to his spot on the floor next to his son.

“Our two year anniversary is coming up in a few weeks and you know it’s around that time! The age, the lifestyle, the current situation,” he swooned, “her parents and Kofuku and Daikoku!”

“What. Are you talking about?” Yukine groaned as he kneaded his forehead. Just because his dad was capable of speech, didn’t mean he used it properly.

“I want to propose,” he said, “I want to propose to Hiyori.” The three magazines that he clenched in his hands were squeezed so tightly they crinkled. This time it was big blue eyes that watched Yukine struggle to find words. Yukine sucked in air, swallowed, stared, opened his mouth with nothing to come out, blinked a few times, then swallowed again. The logical part of this brain just shrugged, this was the obvious next step. They loved each other, were old enough, and that was usually the point of dating, what it led to. It wouldn’t change their day to day. The emotional side was shocked, blindsided, and completely convinced this would change everything.

Just the word ‘proposal’ was heavy in Yukine’s mind because ‘proposal’ led to ‘wedding’ which means ‘marriage’ which equals ‘family.’ Not that they weren’t already a family, they moved in to Hiyori’s place a little less than a year ago but that was a financial decision if anything. The more childish part of Yukine, the one that had originally protested the relationship and acted out during the first month of their dating, feared that this would take away even more of Yato’s attention. Because the fact was that marriage led to more children. But Yukine knew better than that by now. On the other hand, families, something Yukine had once before Yato, left a sour taste in his mouth. What’s more, this would without a doubt make Hiyori his ‘mother’ and this would mean Yukine wouldn’t just have a ‘parent’ but ‘parents,’ functioning ones that both loved him.

That last thought resonated in Yukine’s chest. Yato and Hiyori loved him very much, unconditionally, and he loved them. They were already a family and Yukine- Yukine wouldn’t mind calling Hiyori ‘mom’ if she ever wanted to adopt him. But most importantly, Yukine finally let his eyes drop from Yato’s and fall to the magazines. They were all for different jewelry stores, the outlines of their pages lined with little color tabs. Yukine could imagine they were covered in little notes and doodles from long before this moment. Most importantly, Yato deserved this. He was a single, smart, and kind young man that worked his way from the very bottom. Even Yukine was old enough to understand that for someone in that position- an impoverished college student- that Yato had taken on a lot, adopting him. It couldn’t have been easy to find someone. Someone as genuine as Hiyori who loved him just as much. Yato deserved this and he deserved to have Yukine support him. Which Yukine found that he truly, truly did.

“That’s great,” Yukine finally said. His voice cracked from the emotion and worry flashed across Yato’s face. But with one sniff and a genuine smile, Yukine showed that he was happy for them. The two dissolved into excited giggles and laughter, eyes blurry with emotion.

“I want you to help me pick it out. I want you with me when I buy it and help me plan the whole thing! I want you to be there with me, I need my kiddo for support,” Yato confessed. Blinking away the moist sheen, Yukine nodded once with a wobbly smile. His dad laughed with every ounce of giddiness and happiness that Yukine felt.

“Originally I was going to make one-”

“No,” Yukine said offhandedly as he wiped his eyes. Yato waved his hands and put down the magazines.

“I know! I know. This is super important and Hiyori deserves the actual ring. The best of the best! I can’t keep getting away with handmade gifts,” Yato said as he opened to a tab in each of the magazines. Yukine eyed the objects he circled and crossed out, writing everywhere.

“You make great hand-made gifts,” Yukine muttered as he fiddled with the cuff of his hand-made christmas sweater. His dad looked up to him, down at his hands, then back up with a smile.

“Well, I was thinking of making her golden knucklebusters, with diamonds of course, as an early wedding present.” Yato huffed.

“She’d like that a lot,” Yukine laughed, “just don’t let her parents see.”

“Oh god no! They already hardly like me.”

“They like you.”

“Yeah, cause I fix their house for free. Redo their kitchen,” Yato mumbled, “I hope they approve of this. I already asked them but the dad seemed more on board with it than her mom.”

“Hey,” Yukine nudged his dad, “that’s a good sign. At least you asked first.”

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right! This is good! She just needs to say yes.”

“She’ll say yes,” Yukine huffed with another roll of his eyes. Despite himself, even Yukine felt the small spark of fear at the possibility of Hiyori saying otherwise. They flipped through the magazines for a couple minutes longer, Yukine balking at the prices and mental math of costs per month.

“Ah!” Yato suddenly shot up and grabbed both of Yukine’s hands, knocking the book out of his hands.

“H-hey!” Yukine sputtered, wincing at his dad’s sweaty hands.

“But you can’t tell anyone!” Yato insisted, “this is a surprise. It has to stay a secret. Okay? Don’t tell anyone. Okay?”

“Okay!” Yukine finally yanked his hands away.

“You promise?” Yato urged, leaning even closer. His son shoved his face away and picked up his magazine.

“Yes! Yes! I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

They really were made for each other, Yukine thought a couple days later, like soulmates. Once again he was at home, heading to his room after Yato dropped him off. They had a family dinner later and Yukine wanted to chill at home with Hiyori while Yato went to prepare for the proposal. The house was quiet when he walked in so Yukine slipped the quarts of ice cream in the freezer and made his way to his room. Hiyori must be in bed. She hadn’t been feeling well recently, getting nauseous everyday for the past week. All those thoughts went out the window when, on the way to his room, the bathroom door cracked open and Hiyori’s head popped out.

“Yukine!” She hissed, “Yukine!” If it weren’t for her eyes being so wide and pleading, Yukine might have felt a bit more embarrassed by the sight. He stopped short in the hall.

“What’s wrong?” He said immediately. First she looked nervously off to the side, then to him, then up, then behind her, then back at him, letting out a whine disguised as a hum.

“What?” Yukine asked, a bit more nervously now. Still finding it difficult to answer, Hiyori’s arm slipped out and waved him over. Fearing she might have a broken bone, Yukine took one look at the house phone then walked over to the bathroom door, heart in his throat.

“Are you ok-ay!” Yukine squawked as the front of his shirt was grabbed and he was yanked into the bathroom, the door slamming behind him. He quickly glanced behind him, at the barrier, then back at his friend. She looked nervous, which made Yukine nervous. He would even say she looked anxious, scared, but the air buzzed with an excited tension. In front of her, Hiyori played with her fingers as she struggled to meet his gaze.

“Hiyori, are you okay?” Yukine finally got out. She looked okay, well not ‘okay’ okay but physically safe. The sweat that beaded her brow and the way her knees almost knocked together said otherwise.

“Um,” Hiyori looked up then down, “yeah, yeah, I’m okay. I- I think so?” Terrified at the thought of anything bad happening, Yukine quickly approached her with his hands up.

“What happened? What’s wrong? Do you need me to call Yato? We should call-”

“No!” Hiyori blurted out, causing Yukine to flinch. At this point he was almost shaking, Hiyori was rarely against calling Yato, especially during emergencies. More than just being the man of the house, Yato knew everything! He was calm and cool under pressure and could take on any problem without delay, dropping everything to help. Yukine certainly didn’t want to deal with whatever this was without at least telling his dad. Seeing the panic bubble, Hiyori reached forward and gently held Yukine’s hands like she often did during these times.

“No, no, no, it’s okay! It’s nothing bad! Nothing’s wrong!” Hiyori comforted, “I just got worrie- excited! I’m nervous about something and I wanted to tell you in private. It’s okay, nobody’s in danger,” her words quickly calmed Yukine back down.

“O-oh, okay,” Yukine nodded, “so, so what’s up?” He stuck his hands in his pocket to hide their shaking while Hiyori went back to fiddling with her fingers.

“I have a, uh, surprise! For Yato. And I, uh, wanted to hear your thoughts first.” She stammered out. This was rather confusing, but Yukine was relieved to hear that was all it was. Maybe she had a big anniversary present planned that she wanted his opinion with.

“Oh okay, what is it?”

“Well it’s not an ‘it’ exactly. It’s more of a, uh, uh, thing? Not a thing! It’s not a thing! I’m a thing? I’m something? I-I-I have something to give to Yato. And you? The family. My family too, you know, once I tell them. I’m just not exactly sure,” Hiyori babbled just like her not-yet-fiance, looking all around. Yukine resisted the urge to roll his eyes- he stopped doing that to her ages ago- and he refused to rush her.

“It’s okay,” Yukine offered a smile, “I’m sure whatever the thing is, Yato will love it. You know how sappy he is, he’ll love it cause it comes from you and you mean it.”

“Haha, yeah,” she didn’t sound too convinced and Yukine worried about why.

“I mean it, he will.” Yukine tried again. This time, Hiyori seemed to get rather bleary eyed and she hugged herself.

“Maybe not this time, Yukine, I’m just not sure. I mean we talked about it but it’s too soon and- who knows- maybe he won’t?” She continued looking around the room, biting her lip. Yukine was still an awkward sort of a teen and not very good with crying young women so all he could think to do was squeeze her hands.

“Don’t say that, Hiyori, there’s nothing on this earth that he-”

“I’m pregnant.” Her confession rang throughout the empty bathroom, echoing against the tiles and Yukine’s ribs. The boy’s mouth clicked shut as all those images he’d imagined, with Yato fawning over another child that was actually his, flooded in. When Hiyori sniffed again, the pictures shattered, leaving a frightened young woman holding her stomach.

“Yukine, I’m pregnant,” she repeated. Swallowing Yukine let his hands lightly rub her arms up and down.

“That’s,” he breathed, “amazing.” The honest wonderment he felt bleed through his voice and Hiyori looked up at him, eyes shining with pure hope.

“Really?”

“Yes,” Yukine promised. They deserved to be happy and experience having a baby and raising them with all the love and care they gave Yukine. After all, they already saved his life. What more can he ask of them? Once again he found himself blinking away the moisture in his eyes, Hiyori trying to do the same.

“But, what about Yato? Do you think he’ll,” Hiyori bit her lip and Yukine struggled to find the words and push away any jealousy he felt. Of course he wanted to be Yato’s one and only, for the man to never have kids of his own cause he had Yukine. But that was as selfish as it was stupid. Yato had a lot of love and Yukine knew he was no different than a son to him. Yato would never abandon him for something he deemed better and Yukine would be there to support him. Both of them.

“He will absolutely love them,” Yukine assured her, letting out a dry sob, “he’ll make the best dad.”

“Well, hehe, I think he already does?” Hiyori wiped under her eyes and Yukine found himself laughing.

“That’s right!” Yukine said, joyfully, “he’s the best.”

“Yeah, he is. The best I could ask for,” she murmured happily. The room was considerably warmer, lighter as Hiyori set her palms gently over her abdomen with a soft smile.

“Now I just have to tell him,” Hiyori said, “and my parents.”

“I’m sure they’ll be happy too,” Yukine sighed as he leaned against the door, “you haven’t told them yet?”

“No, they’re old fashioned and I would rather tell Yato first. So you can’t tell anyone!” Hiyori suddenly stepped forward with pleading eyes.

“Huh?”

“It’s a surprise! I want to tell him on our anniversary but I really need you to be there as support, so you can’t say anything, okay? Promise me you’ll keep it a secret!” She begged. Yukine gave his answer before he could think, not realizing until later what it would entail.

“I-I will! I’ll be there! And I promise I won’t say anything!”

The anniversary dinner reservation was booked at the restaurant Yato took Hiyori to on their very first date. It stood on the corner of an annual festival that followed the date and where Yato often took them every year since. In the car ride, various levels of anxious excitement is so palpable one of them could cut it with a knife. The excitement mostly came from the two adults in the front seat. Yukine, who sat behind Hiyori, was the majority of the anxiousness. Both hands were stuffed firmly in his jacket, balled up in his right hand was a little box protecting a diamond ring, his left was gently pinching the image of an ultrasound. He kept trying to rip his hands out of his pockets, worried about the cold sweat ruining such valuable commodities.

“So Yukine, are you excited about the festival?” Yato peaked at him through the rear-view mirror, smiling gleefully. It was unclear if his dad noticed Yukine’s flinch, but he quickly shoved his hands tight in his pockets and tried a smile.

“Y-yeah!” His voice cracked and Yato let out an awkward laugh. In the passenger seat, Hiyori turned around to look at him with an equally wobbly smile and a nod.

“We’re glad you can come with us to dinner this time,” she said, “right Yato?”

“Sure are! Soon you’ll be too old for us to force you to come on our dates!” Yato laughed. Even with the implication, the air in the car was considerably lighter. Yukine found himself laughing too, secretly knowing that there would never come a day he would need to be forced. While anniversary dinners were different, dinners with your parents hopefully lasted forever.

“Yato!” Hiyori chided through her giggles, giving him a good whack on the arm. The family continued to snicker as Yato pulled into a parking spot. He ran around the car to open the door for his beloved, taking her hand and helping her out. Yukine’s amusement sank like a rock when both the adults gave him a pointed look and a nod, he was reminded of what was to come. Giving his name, Yato could barely contain his excitement as the waitress brought them to a raised booth in the back.

“Yato,” Hiyori said with a light gasp. It was unclear if she noticed that this booth was the only one with fake roses strung up along the back but Hiyori wore a look of awe as she sat down on the other side of the candle.

“Two years,” he sang in reply.

“Yukine, you can take off your coat,” Hiyori suggested.

“N-nah that’s okay!” Yukine said. Both of them must have understood the implication because neither of them pressed it. They took a glance at the menu and eventually, the waiter came to take their orders, offering the most expensive bottle of champagne that Yato had already paid for.

“Oh, uh, no thank you, I’ll just have water, please,” Hiyori asked as she shut the menu and handed it to him. Yukine watched the waiter flash Yato a lost look who just nodded as he handed his own menu.

“I’ll have a colosi,” Yato said. The meal picked up quickly after that, the three of them ordering good dishes. Shortly after they started to dig in, the violinist Yato had called from college- a man with glasses named Kazuma- came over and began to play.

“Mmm!” Hiyori slurped down her pasta, “this is our song!”

“Hmm?” Yato cocked his head.

“Our song! You know, the one they played at the after party for the art exhibit? Our first dance,” Hiyori said. She ducked her head, looking suitably embarrassed until Yato hummed.

“I remember! Of course I do,” Yato smiled, “best night of my life.” Love in the air, they finished their meal, sharing a dessert Yato treated Yukine too. Once the dinner was complete, Yato distracted Hiyori long enough for Yukine to run and give Kazuma a tip and the next phase. Then Yukine jogged after them, the three of them walking out into the festival. Hiyori, rather obviously, tugged Yato off to the right. The woman on track to being a doctor was clever enough to know her romantic boyfriend would be taking them to the spot of their first kiss. Of course he did that every year, but Hiyori hoped being in such a nostalgic place would help the news to be received more positively.

Still, the two of them put a lot of effort into making sure Yukine felt included. Part of him thought this was just done out of gratitude for his help, but they’ve taken him here more than enough times for Yukine to understand they just wanted him to have fun too. Of course, this was still part of Yato’s extremely detailed plan. A handful of the game stands held certain prizes that Yato planted for the proposal. So far, Yato carried a hand-made scarf that mimicked something Hiyori used to wear while they were dating, a small wooden house that was used in sketch class, a box of sparklers, and binoculars. Currently, Hiyori was selecting another prize Yato and Yukine won for her by playing darts. Based on Yato’s instructions, the man offered Hiyori the prize box of fake jewelry, one of which was real and hand made. Knowing her, she would notice the pink-flowered charm and select it.

“I’ll have to go back for that bottle,” Yato sighed as he watched his love look over the options.

“I can go back and put it in the car,” offered Yukine.

“No, no, no, I need you here with me,” his dad looked at him, “I can’t do this without you.” He sounded confident but his eyes were so scared that Yukine couldn’t help but nod. Yukine had made a promise to himself some time ago that he would protect this eccentric, kind-hearted man that saved his life, from others who would try to take advantage of him or go out of their way to hurt him. Just like Yukine once did.

“I have tissues in case she says no and I put the ice cream in the freezer for you.”

“Haha! That’s my boy,” Yato let his fingers noogie Yukine’s hair and they laughed. The moment of truth was upon them. As Hiyori came back to them, showing off her new bracelet with the claim that it was something Yato would make for her. They walked to the edge of the street, the overview circling out over the park with a fence and benches. Yato handed the house and sparklers to Yukine, wrapping the light scarf around Hiyori’s neck. The fireworks would start in exactly seven minutes and Yukine still had both objects in his pockets.

“Yato,” Hiyori suddenly said, “I need to talk to you.” She looked at Yukine who stared back at her with wide eyes.

“What is it? We can talk here, you know,” Yato tried to get Hiyori to come towards the railing, but she remained firmly where she was.

“I just decided that I want,” she looked around, “some cotton candy!” Hiyori frantically pointed towards one of the mini carts.

“Wha-? Right now?” Yato’s shock and fear cracked his voice but he quickly tried to cover it with a laugh.

“How about after the fireworks? They’re going to start soon and you know how much I like-”

“Please Yato?” Hiyori put her hands together and cocked her head. From the middle of them, Yukine sucked air through his teeth and looked at Yato. Those were the big guns, Yato rarely said no to begging.

“Uh, um, okay, Hiyori. One-one sec!” Yato started towards the treats, “come on, Yukine!”

“No, no! That’s okay! Yukine can stay with me!” Hiyori insisted. She smiled when Yato just sputtered then ran off to retrieve the sweets.

“Okay, give it to me,” she frantically hushed.

“You’re going to do it now?” Yukine gave a quieted exclamation.

“I have to! I can’t let this continue without him knowing!” Hands shaking, Yukine handed the ultrasound to Hiyori who stuffed it under the top layer of her shirt against her spine. Once glance at the clock told Yukine there was four minutes until the fireworks would light up the sky and Kazuma would light the sparklers next to the matching mini wooden house just below them.

“Okay! Okay, here!” Yato ran back to them, “here you go, Hiyori!” He handed her a pink mass of sugar, shoving it in her face.

“Wha-! Yato!” Hiyori sputtered. As she struggled to get the sugary treat out of her face, Yato dove his hand in Yukine’s pocket and plucked out the ring.

“Heheh, sorry,” Yato said as he stuffed it into his pocket, “I tripped?” he offered as she moved the candy out of her face. As Yato smiled awkwardly at Hiyori’s narrowed eyes, the first firework of the night boomed in the sky. Slack-Jawed, the three of them looked up at the sky, then back at each other.

“Ah! It started!” Yukine gasped.

“Let’s go get a closer look Hiyori-”

“Yato, I have something for you!”

“I have something for you too, but, uh, it’s over here. So let’s go over here!” Yato was quicker, and louder, than Hiyori and managed to grab her wrist and pull her towards the railing. Deciding that his job was done- and that he didn’t want to really get caught in whatever was about to happen- Yukine chose to stay a couple feet back.

“Yato, I- '' Hiyori's words were caught with a gasp as she looked over the railing. On the stone patio that surrounded the park were a bunch of pigeons eating the seeds Yato had Kazuma put down just as they left the restaurant. Feeding pigeons was something Yato did a lot in college and one of the places Hiyori would find him sketching before they started dating.

“Look at them all!” She gasped at the massive heart made purely out of hungry pigeons. In the center of the feathered shape was a small note, leaning on the matching mini home, with fancy calligraphy made clear by the sparklers that were stuck on either side.

“Is that a note?” Hiyori squinted, “I wonder what it says.” She looked at Yato when he cleared his throat.

“Why don’t you use your binoculars?” He offered them. Hiyori didn’t seem to think much of it, taking them and leaning over the railing.

“It says ‘Will You Marry Me?’ Aw I wonder who that’s- for?” Hiyori’s sentence fell off her lips, drifting through the wind as she lowered the binoculars and turned her head. Yukine watched her eyes drop to Yato on his knee, who was gently holding up the box and the ring. When she gasped, eyes growing wide, he nudged the box up higher and cocked his head with a forced smile.

“Will you?” he asked. It took a moment but Hiyori finally moved, closing her mouth and blinking rapidly.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Really?” Yato sprang up with a gigawatt smile, Hiyori laughing at him.

“Yes! Yes!” She professed, bouncing up and down with Yato. Quickly putting the binoculars around her neck, Hiyori quickly grabbed Yato’s face and they joined in a passionate kiss. From his spot, Yukine found himself bouncing on the balls of his feet and clapping with the few people surrounding them. Through their love-sick laughter, and Hiyori’s many kisses, Yato took her hand and raised her to the ring. Before the rock could slip onto her finger, Hiyori jolted, finger freezing.

“What is it?” Questioned Yato, terrified at the way she took her hand back.

“Before you give me the ring, I want to give you my thing,” Hiyori said. Her weak words were slightly drowned out by the fireworks display and chatter of the audience but Yato just nodded with tight lips. Eyes downcast, Hiyori’s fingers slipped under her shirt. Then, she handed the ultrasound to Yato who blinked at once before he gently took it. Yukine watched him stare at it, almost incomprehensibly, for a little longer than necessary. Yato blinked again, turned it around and blinked once more. Adam’s apple bobbing, Yukine watched Yato’s lips say something that was too quiet to hear. Hiyori nodded, a jolting movement, trying to force a smile around her wet eyes. This was it, Yukine thought, they were a little family; a mother and her future husband. Yato was a husband, a father, a man of the house. Yukine’s clapping hands stopped and gripped his shorts.

Yato suddenly got his breath of life back, his head jolted up and he looked to Hiyori with an open jaw. He couldn’t force it close until he tackled her into a hug, holding her head and waist so close, like she was the only thing keeping him standing. Whatever Yato said convinced Hiyori it was time to slip the engagement ring on her finger as they squeezed each other tight. Their laughter sounded again, overshadowed by the fireworks and sounding considerably more breathless than before. Lit up by the dancing colors, Yukine watched them alternate between laughing, talking, kissing, and pointing at the objects in their hands. Just as Yukine’s happiness was starting to be completely overshadowed with loneliness and isolation, he watched both of them point at their gifts then turn and face the blonde.

“Yukine!” They cheerfully called his name, arms open to welcome him into their hug. Heart leaping for joy into his throat, Yukine ran forward without a thought. By the time their arms wrapped around him, holding him tightly against their bodies, Yukine’s wet laughter was bubbling out of his chest.

“Yukine! You double player you!” Yato exulted.

“You did such a good job!” Hiyori complimented with tears, “thank you so much!” The family gave another tight hug before pulling away.

“We really couldn’t have done it without you,” Yato sighed. He kept his arms around their shoulders, holding the ultrasound up against the sky, the three watched the final colors of the fireworks illuminate the tiny bundle of life that would be greeting them soon. As the final boom pounded against their beating hearts, Yato finally gave it back to his fiance.

“I’m glad it all worked out,” Yukine said, mostly to himself.

“Are you sure?” Yato asked him.

“Huh?”

“We just want to make sure that you’re okay with all this,” Hiyori started, “we know this is a lot and we just want to hear your thoughts about all this.” She gestured to everything but when Yukine gave them a blank look, Yato put his hands on Yukine’s head.

“Our family is getting a little bigger, are you happy?” He asked softly. Warmth spread throughout Yukine, building in his heart and fanning the heat behind his eyes.

“Yeah,” Yukine breathed, “I’m happy.” He blinked and let out a hum of a laugh as Yato and Hiyori smiled at each other.

“That’s great because we have something for you too,” Yato grinned.

“For me?” Yukine blinked. What could it be? What more could they possibly give him?

“Yes, a surprise for you too! Mostly from me to you,” Hiyori offered. When she looked at Yato, smile matching his, the three separated and Yato lifted his top shirt to reveal a folded packet. He handed it to Hiyori who handed it to Yukine with a shy smile.

“If you want,” she tacked on. Yukine kept his eyes on her as he unfolded the paperwork, already knowing what it was before he looked it at. It was so familiar, nearly identical to the one Yato gave him so long ago, the one that now sat in a protective folder in Yukine’s bedroom.

“You want to? Adopt me?” Yukine asked. He squeezed the papers tightly against his chest. Unable to say anything more, Hiyori pressed her trembling lips together and gave a short nod, a couple tears falling from her eyes. He was back in her arms just as she opened them, sniffing against her collar bone.

“Is that okay? Will you have me, Yukine?” She tearfully asked as she brushed his bangs out of his eyes.

“Yes,” Yukine cried, “I’d love that. So much.” He had a mom now. Not that woman that gave birth to him, a real mother figure that loved and cared for him and his dad properly. He had parents.

“See?” Yato sniffed, “I told you he would gladly welcome you into the family!” He tried wiping the tears from his cheeks but it hardly made a difference.

“The family?” Yukine repeated, feeling the word on his tongue.

“Of course! Can’t be a family without you, kiddo!” Yato insisted. He pulled them back into a hug, each of the gifts to each other- sealing their love and connection- squishing under the force of their laughter. They came together in a rather unconventional way, and they were nothing Yukine imagined for himself, yet they were everything he could ask for.

His parents.

His family.

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bishamcns · 3 years

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The Way You Said, "I Love You": as we huddled together while a storm raged outside.

because yato really needs to hear it

It was a particularly stormy night, both in terms of weather and ayakashi. The power had gone out due to the strong winds and rain. The group was lucky that they had already eaten dinner and that Daikoku had finished heating water for tea not too long before the storm picked up. Everyone had gathered in one room, under the kotatsu, to help keep Yukine's mind off of the dark.

Hiyori pulled out school work for both her and Yukine to work on. Despite there being little light, she figured it would keep him preoccupied. Kofuku and Daikoku sat directly across from them while Yato sprawled himself across the floor. Yato claimed that he didn't need the kotatsu to keep warm since he had his 'trusty booze' to do that for him. They filled their hours with light-hearted stories and teasing Yato.

The clock had reached 9:45, the wind and rain had let up quite a bit, and Yato had noticed a few yawns slip from Hiyori and Yukine's mouths every now and then. He could tell Hiyori would push herself to stay awake for however long Yukine would, so he sat up and spoke, "It's getting late, Yukine, enough with the studying. Why don't you go to sleep now?"

"I can't fall asleep around you. You'll probably draw something crude on my forehead," he snapped back before letting out yet another yawn, which he quickly tried to cover up. Hiyori reached to close her textbook as she yawned again, too.

"Stop fighting your sleep. It'd be best to rest anyway, so that you can stop thinking about the dark."

Yukine grumbled under his breath about not being a scared little kid, but obliged. He followed Hiyori's actions and shut his own textbook. Daikoku stood up, saying something about how he and Kofuku would be heading off into their own room and told Yukine to call if he needed anything. "Okay," he said as he slid himself further underneath the kotatsu.

"Goodnight, Yukki," Kofuku said before adding, "Hiyorin. Yato-chan."

"Goodnight," the trio sleepily chimed together. Yato finally moved himself under the kotatsu and made himself comfortable, about ready to pass out.

"I should get going, too," Hiyori said, stuffing her books into her bag.

"Actually, I'd like it if you stayed," Yukine admitted. "I'm still feeling a bit nervous."

"Oh, okay. No worries. I'll stay as long as you need," Hiyori smiled. She adjusted herself to sit more comfortably as she waited for Yukine to fall asleep. Even though the storm was still going, Hiyori felt content as she watched the two sleepy boys who grew to feel like her own family. She was happy that she gave Yukine comfort just by being around. When she believed that enough time had passed for both of them to be asleep, she leaned over and kissed their foreheads, whispering, "I love you."

"Shh... I'm sleeping," Yato mumbled, rolling over, not quite registering what Hiyori just said.

She panicked a little, as she had hoped neither of them would hear her. He's drunk and half asleep; he won't remember, she thought. Surely he won't... if he did realize what I had said, he'd have shot up, wide awake, and been obnoxious about it. Hiyori tossed and turned for a little while longer, eventually falling asleep herself.

The wind was merely a breeze, the rain had slowed to a drizzle, the power had turned back on, and Hiyori was back in her own home, in her body. With her arms stretched above her head, she closed her eyes and let out a yawn. Although she only had her eyes closed for a split second, that seemed to be enough time for Yato to appear from seemingly nowhere. She had to hold herself back from screaming and getting the attention of her whole family.

"Yato, what are you doing here? And this early?" she asked in a voice only slightly louder than a whisper.

"Wanted to make sure you made it back okay..." he said, trailing off. He stood there, fidgeting with his hands a bit longer.

"You could've texted, y'know."

Yato hid his face behind his scarf before quickly mumbling, "Do you really love me?"

She climbed out of her bed, getting closer to Yato to better hear him―although she already had an idea, she wanted to be sure. "Excuse me?" she asked, hoping she had heard him wrong and that he didn't remember what she had told him and Yukine.

"Us," he corrected himself. "Do you really love us? Me and Yukine?"

Hiyori's face turned bright red. "I thought you were asleep."

"But do you?" Yato asked, trying again.

"You two are like family now," Hiyori said. Her hands moved to hide her face. She was embarrassed, especially since she had gone out of her way to kiss their foreheads and if Yato remembered what she had said, then he must've remembered that as well. "Of course I do."

"I love you, too." His face was buried in his scarf again, but she heard him fine that time. It almost sounded like he was on the verge of crying, so Hiyori removed her hands from her face and looked right at him.

"Yato, are you okay? What's wrong?" she worried, hands reaching towards him to wipe away the tears threatening to fall.

"It's just," he paused, "The only family I had before was Father and Nora... and they never truly felt like family."

More tears began to fall and Hiyori gave up on trying to wipe them away. Instead, she just held him. She let him cry into her shoulder awhile longer before pulling away to give him a saddened smile.

"Oh, and although he'd probably never admit it, I can tell the little brat loves you, too," Yato half-chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood.

"That's why I waited until he was asleep to say it." They both laughed.

#noragami #fanfic #fic #my writing #i almost forgot about this #i wrote this a year and nine months ago #the file was dated 2/15/2019 #and i hadn't written anything in two and half years prior to this #i spent so long debating on whether or not i should post this because after that long of a break i am no longer confident in my works #but here take this before i change my mind lol #yato #hiyori #yukine #kofuku #daikoku #my post

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redxblueihateloveyou · 3 years

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This is a personal opinion but from where I see it the Given movie and the anime itself definitely was... something that I would question because somethings just.. didn't make sense to me. The development of the Characters were either super fast or super slow and it made the pacing really really weird for me idk. But I do think that a huge reason so many people love the Given movie is because of the fact that when you compare Given to OTHER JP BL animes, there's very very slight improvement in terms of the story itself of Given. Is the story poorly executed? Fucking hell, who the hell is going to say no here. But is it better then some of the JP BLs out there? That's depended on how you view BL to be. For a lot of people things like Super Lovers or Hitorijime My Hero are super unbearable to watch because it's "problematic" (which honestly okay, you do you BB) which then leads them to look for BL animes that DON'T have such "themes." Leading them to actually liking things poorly executed but just "not problematic", Given for example.

Given is “not problematic”? Debatable.

Their first kiss was right after Mafuyu finally had a courage to sing a song about his ex who commited a suicide. ???

Problematic doesn’t only mean stuff like “he’s underage”. What about using someone to get over your grief or getting into a relationship with someone who is still not over his ex death and is vulnerable at the moment? Is this suddenly “not problematic” bc they’re same age and he haven’t pushed him into a wall in throws of passion?

To me it’s not even about the fact if it’s problematic or not (it’s rarely not tho, no matter what ppl think), it’s about whether its believable and feels genuine or not. It depends on many factors: situation, characters past, traumas, etc, etc. It depends on the story and how you write it.

Change some stuff and it’s gonna be a completely different thing. Make it like Uenoyama only hugged Mafuyu after the song, even tho he wanted to kiss him, but knows that it’s not the right moment. Make Mafuyu heal first, make Uenoyama be in his own angst that he loves Mafuyu so much for example, but cares about him recover more, so he doesn’t expect for it to go somewhere, then he tries to date someone and Mafuyu first starts getting out there, when he feels like he can start trying again. Someday he gets sick and Uenoyama cancels his date to take care of him even tho it’s nothing serious and then the realization comes. Make Mafuyu kiss him first and take the first step. This would’ve changed everything so much. He should’ve made the first step when he was ready, this would’ve felt so right. Uenoyama kissing him after that song is just.. it feels, I was like ehhhmmm.. weird?

Seeing someone saying that Given is a masterpiece is hilarious to me. The fact that it includes heavy themes like suicide, doesn’t make it a masterpiece, esp when it’s handled this badly. Once again, if you pick such thing as a base for a love story, do it right then, not in a “bibbidi bobbidi boo” kind of thing.

BL or not BL, any relationships, it depends on whether you watch it and it feels plausable or not.

For example, if Yuu says that he can’t live with Mika, my tongue won’t even twist to call it “unhealthy” or be like “dude why”. But if some high schooler in slice of life anime who has a caring family tried to end himself bc his two weeks friend left him, I would’ve yelled “bitch go see a doctor”.

Depending on the story you can sell some feelings or not.

Nezumi and Shion are also problematic according to ppl’s logic these days. But I 100% believe they’re each other’s true loves. Only 11 episodes and it’s sold.

In Given I didn’t believe it. Bc it’s ridiculous, ok? It wasn’t the right place or time to start this relationship. It is not a new love story, it’s just a sad story.

Given movie is slightly better compared to other japanese BL? Why would you offend Sekaiichi Hatsukoi, Uragiri wa boku no namae, No.6 and many others?

Also better where? They kept the same old “’stop, i don’t want to’, but he did it anyway” stuff AND on top of that the story sucks.

The way he used him knowing very well that he was unrequitedly in love with him for so long is so disgusting that it leaves a much grosser feeling than many yaois combined. You’re saying “it’s slightly better” bc they’re of age or don’t have an age difference? I don’t get it. It somehow makes everything better?

No, thanks. I’d rather watch Onodera sleep with Takano in high school with them being genuinely into each other and it going great than whatever happened in the Given movie. I don’t care if they’re both 18 there, it made me feel bad.

I didn’t feel bad, when Wei Wuxian thought “why the fuck didn't I have sex with Lan Zhan back when I was 15? I've really pissed away all my days, haven't I?”. I wonder why is that.

Like what you’re saying here is that their opinion on BL is so low that they automatically would give it 10 out of 10 bc it’s slightly better than smth that they find “unbearable” to watch? What kind of evaluation is that exactly? Maybe also let’s compare each anime to “boku no pico”, then everything will look like a masterpiece.

Like excuse me for the fact that when I watch some shonen-ai and yaoi, I judge it the same way I judge any other genre and any other relationships (hetero or gay) in animes. On a scale whether I care or don’t care, whether I believe that they love each other or don’t, whether it’s a good story or not. I don’t get what it means “it’s good for yaoi”. It’s just not good. This movie is trash, I mean, the relationship in it is trash. Who the fuck cares gay or not gay. Trash relationships are trash. Bad story is a bad story. Whether it’s a bad gay story or a bad hetero story, I don’t give a shit.

The reason I’m more into boy on boy ships is because I love the relationships there more than relationships in most heterosexual couples. My fav hetero ships are either “from hate/attraction to love” stories like “gone with the wind”, “anastasia” or “pride and prejudice” or stuff like “equals without pink goo, who only see each other and don’t need no one else and would die for each other, epic soulmates” like Richard and Kahlan. In anime 99% of those fit bromances, not romances. Like I don’t find Midoriya/Uraraka appealing at all for a reason that “she said ‘hi’, he blushed as a tomato, now they’re supposed to be each other’s romantic interests” is not what I find romantic. I find romantic the fact that Todoroki is forever devoted to Midoriya bc he knows he’s amazing and is not afraid to say it; and he’ll always be there for him when he needs him, no matter what it is, him just sitting there crying, some villain trying to kill him or if he’s too late out ther grossery shopping. Uraraka most of the times doesn’t even care where he is.

Most hetero romantic animes, I just find ridiculous, too cheesy and unrealistic and I’m not ready to watch 50 episodes for them to hold hands. I’m not in that age and I also never found things like this romantic before either. Stuff like Kisa/Yukine, when you meet someone, find him attractive, wanna fuck him, then fall in love accidentally.. yeah, that’s understandable to me. Stuff like Takano/Onodera “I was an naive idiot in high school, but now life made me a sassy bitch and I can’t open up to people as easily” also yes, relatable.

When you’re turning into a tomato bc someone said “penis” and think holding hands will take your virginity or smth, that’s not my thing.

So when I watch BL, I expect more, not less. So if it’s bad, I just say it’s bad, I’m not gonna be like “hmm... unproblematic... then 10/10″ like what?

1stly, even “little mermaid” and “cinderella” are problematic.

2ndly everyone is so focused on purity these days, like storyline don’t matter at all. It’s like any great love story is automatically trash if they have age difference. Any trash love story is great, if they don’t?

Let’s then also rate “Dororo” as 1, bc it’s like 24 episodes of them falling for each other while she’s 11 and he’s 16. Wow, such gross relationships they have during the whole story. Doesn’t matter that she grew up at the end of the last episode, the whole anime she’s a child. And let’s rate Noragami 0, bc 2000 years old perverted Yato is into 15 year olds.

No one has to fuck asap (heck even in the same hella problematic “Super Lovers” you talk about, Haru refused to fuck Ren even tho he was 17 in s2 and wanted to fuck another guy) and the rule “you can only fall in love after 18″ doesn’t exist. Also underage is not BL thing, it’s all anime thing. It’s time to shut it already. There are zillions of age gap couples out there who are great. Hyakkimaru waited for Dororo to grow up, it’s fine, seriously, they love each other in the right way, he didn’t want to fuck her when she was 11, okay? They did love each other tho already then. Pls excuse them for that.

3rdly, some relationship that ppl here call unproblematic are 20 times more problematic, than what they call problematic.

4tly, why the heck it’s like couples who have an amazing character and relationship progression, who love each other to death and will do anything for each other, ppl go: “wow, at the very beginning, he grabbed his wrist, he needs to go to jail”. Meanwhile a relationship who has no base, no story, no logical progression, no anything are “yes, best love story in the world”. Yeah... who cares if it feels like it’s all been pulled out of an ass and doesn’t make sense, very healthy tho.

It sounds lately like if most ppl here had two stories in front of them and one would be about two men who just met and the next day one proposed and they lived happily ever after and 2nd would be some complicated incredible story with a natural progression of the relationship, but they yelled at each other once, they’d be like “1st is better”. Well, not to me, no.

#answered #anonymous #anime

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bakubabes-tatakae · 4 years

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The Regalia and the God (Part Two)

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(Yato X Reader)

Summary: The delivery god Yato has never been that popular with the public, but when it comes to fighting phantoms he’s one of the ones you want by your side. Every god needs a trusty Regalia by his side… that’s where Y/N and Yukine come in.

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Part Two:

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When Yato had said we had a job searching for Milord I had thought we would be searching for a person… but no, Milord was a cat, and Yato was just as excited as he could be to search for him. We walked around the bustling city, cars flying down the roads, people littering the sidewalk, and for most of the people in the city it was like we weren’t even there. We blended in with them. “Milord!” Yato cupped his mouth with his hands to make it just a little louder. “Where are you Milord! Come to Yato.”

I walked slowly behind him, scanning the areas I knew that he was missing. Yato might be an impressive fighter when it came to phantoms, but he wasn’t the best at seeing the pictures, a big reason that he has me. “Yato, call me. I can help you search better.”

Yato hated to call me unless we were in a fight, but he knew that I was right. “If I call you tho you won’t be here walking with me, and when I talk to you I’ll look like a lunatic.”

“Do you really think anyone is paying attention to you Yato?” I motioned around me. “Look at everyone, they’re too busy in their own worlds. I could probably tell them all I was going to take off my shirt and not a single person would even move.”

His vision turned to a glare. “If anyone looked I’d have to step in, you know?”

I shook my head slowly, closing my eyes. Tough Yato was my favorite Yato, but he always pulled him out at the worst times. “Just call to me Yato.”

“Fine,” He put his hand out. “Come, Norikki.”

I felt my energy change as my name was called and I entered my domain. The world around my body was different from the world that was around Yato. In the spirit world as a Regalia I had my own space, a space that no one was in other than me. I scanned the crowd and Yato continued to walk. We walked past a group of girls on the sidewalk and I could feel one of their attention’s turn to us. Usually humans didn’t even notice Yato, I wonder why this one had?

Yato noticed it too, he turned slowly and when she was passed he looked straight ahead again. “Did you see this Y/n?”

I hesitated. “Yea, I did.” I could feel my jealousy creeping up, I knew that I had no reason for it, but it was always there. I scanned around again when I noticed a small furball in the middle of the street… Milord. “Yato, to your left, slowly. If you move to fast you’ll spook him.”

Yato turned and his mouth opened wide, gasping. “Milord, there you are.” The cat started to run off and before I could interject Yato was hopping over the gate in front of us. “Hey, wait, come back.”

He took off after the cat and I tried to get him to stop. “Yato, there’s a bus coming, stop run-” As I tried to finish my words I could feel Yato being thrown to the otherside of the road, the force taking the wind out of him and stopping my words.

A girl with long brown hair stood before us.Yato slowly sat up and looked toward her. “Running into the street like that!” She was clearly angry. “What kind of an idiot are you?”

In my Regalia form the only person that could hear me was Yato, something I had forgotten. “You jumped into the street too, what’s that make you?” I looked back toward the street and was shocked to see the same girl sitting before us apart from her body. Her body still laid on the street in front of the bus, her friends from earlier surrounding her. “Yato, she’s a spirit.”

“You realize you could have been killed!” She was huffing, trying desperately to get her breath.

Yato looked behind him and motioned his head toward the bus and her body. “Aren’t you missing something?”

The girls stared at her body and before we would try to explain anything to her she was screaming.

* * * * * *

Yato sat on the stone wall of the garden we were in. I slowly sat down next to him and put my hand over his. “What are you thinking about Yatty?”

“That girl… First she could see me, and then she risks her life to save me?” The bewilderment in his eyes was more prevalent than I had seen it in a long time. “I just don’t get it.”

I hated to say it because it was not something that I was too fond of doing… but I knew it would probably make Yato feel better. “What if we went to the hospital to see her?” I smiled at him, trying to hide my jealousy. I hated how bad I got with that stuff. “We can get in and get out without them even noticing.”

He smiled at me. “You alway think of the best ideas.” He put his hand on my cheek and placed a small kiss on my lips, running his hand down my cheek. “Now let’s go, before it gets too late.”

* * * * * *

When we reached the room of the girl who had risked her life to save Yato she was still asleep. Yato sat on top of one of the couches in the room, patiently waiting, while I sat in front of him on the cushion, not waiting quite so patiently. Just as I was about to say something to him about leaving and coming back tomorrow her eyes opened, looking around the room and finding Yato and I waiting for her.

She stared in disbelief at the two of us sitting in her room, and she looked like she was listening for something. Yato knew that look. “You can hear the voices of the far shore?” She screamed and ran to the corner of her room, staring at us in fear. “Doesn’t look like you got hurt too badly, huh?” She calmed a little as she recognized Yato’s face. “Thanks for that by the way.”

I stood from the couch and crossed my arms. “Of course… he didn’t need help avoiding that bus…”

Yato saw me looking for a catfight and interjected. “But, no human has ever tried to save me before.”

The girl walked over to the couches and slowly sat, watching every move we made. “I don’t get it, who are you?”

Yato smiled at her. “That’s easy. I’m a God.” The girl took a cellphone out and started making a phone call, telling the person on the other line that there were crazy intruders in her room. “Wait! Hang up the phone. I’m not crazy. I really am one of the Gods, okay?” When he saw her relaxing a little he pointed to himself. “I am the God Yato, and this is my Regalia, Y/n.”

She looked angry again. “A God called Yato? What are you playing at? I’ve never heard of that God. And what’s a Regalia?”

“That’s understandable, I’m still what you’d call an up and comer, but just wait, before much longer the whole world with know my name!” Yato stood and threw his hands out at his sides. “I’ll be mega famous, the go to God, the God that everybody prays too! I’ll be the highest God in the land!” I laughed at him and smiled. Seeing him feel good about himself was intoxicating. “Me! The God Yato!” He started to laugh to himself.

I nudged his arm and motioned to the door. “Yato, I can hear them.”

Yato looked from the young girl to me. “It’s gonna be a stormy night, this place is already crawling with them, and I’m essentially Regalia-less so I can’t stick around.” He grabbed a basket off the table and started to eat the contents. “By the way, what’s your name?”

She didn’t know how to react. “It’s Hiyori. Hiyori Iki.”

“Hiyori Iki, huh? I came to make sure you were okay and you seem just fine.” He hopped off the back of the couch. “So, we’re even now.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the window. “See ya.” He opened the window and we both hopped out.

* * * * * *

The next day flew by as we continued the search for Milord. Before we knew it darkness had hit. I looked at Yato. “We need to get going Yato, the phantoms will be out soon and you know that I can’t protect you. I’m a guidance Regalia, not for fighting.”

“Just give it a little longer, I promise we’ll go in before anything crazy can happen.” He had a stick with a string tied to it. On the end of the string he had placed some pieces of wood. “Come on out now kitty! Milord!” He ignored my pleas and continued to walk.

I had a bad feeling, but Yato was my master, I couldn’t disobey him. The wind gusted around us, it was getting cold. Suddenly I heard a cat crying, I sprinted in the direction it was coming from, Yato on my heels. We turned the corner and saw him, he hissed when we came into view.

“Milord! Just stay there, hang on.” Yato placed the stick beside him. “There’s no need to run.” As Yato started to slowly inch forward the cat came running to him, jumping straight into his arms. “What’s the matter boy?”

I had found what was the matter. A phantom started to manifest in front of us. “Yato, we need to run. NOW.”

He looked toward the phantom. “Come Norikki.” My form changed and Yato snatched the silver ring out of the air, placing it on his finger to secure it. “Guide me, where’s the best way out.”

Before I could tell him which way to go I sensed an attack. “Yato, jump, get out of there.”

As he jumped an attack hit where he had just been standing. He landed a couple feet away and the phantom's eyes were all around us. Were they coming from one phantom or twenty? “They’re just small one, but there are too many of them, Norikki.”

More attacks sent a tingle down my spine. “Run Yato, they’re attacking again.”

Yato listened and ran, tucking the cat into his tracksuit. “Numbers aren’t on my side here!” He ran forward and I scanned the area. There was a field coming up and before I could tell him where to go he hopped the fence, coming face to face with a phantom.

A giant frog stood before us, it lifted its head into the air and started screaming. Yato dodged an attack from it as it sent one of its hands down toward him. I saw an opening. “Yato, hit it from underneath.”

He landed a hit on the underside of it’s chin, sending it flying backwards. “A lot of good that did.” The frog got back up and stared at Yato as he went running for it. “Hanki, come.”

“Yato, what are you doing?” I was baffled. “We don’t have Tomone anymore, she left, remember?”

“Oh crap, I forgot.” As Yato went to turn, a hand took his and set him running the other way. Hiyori Iki was dragging us along. “This chick again?”

She was screaming as she turned to it. “What is that thing?”

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, but the tongue from the frog's mouth was about to hit them both. “Yato, break left, tongue coming at you.”

Yato dodged it multiple times and before we could stop her Hiyori was running toward the giant frog. “You idiot! Don’t run at it!”

The frog grabbed her leg and she started screaming. In a panic Hiyori threw her leg toward the frog, screaming something as she landed a kick to the side of it’s head. The force threw the frog across the field. Yato stood with his mouth gaping open, me doing the same from inside the spirit world. She landed back on the ground. “Woah, it worked!”

The frog was getting ready to get back up and pounce. “Yato, grab her, get into the air.”

Yato grabbed her arm and dodged the frog’s pounce just as it was about to hit her. He carried her bridal style and landed on the frog’s head, giving him just enough of a bounce to get away, using the telephone polls and building to take us to another area.

As we landed in an area that we were sure the frog wouldn’t follow he called me back. “Revert Norikki.” We sat for a minute, making sure the coast was clear. “I think we lost it.”

The girl stood up from the wall and walked toward Yato. I wrapped an arm around his waist, him doing the same to my shoulder. It wasn’t very often that I was around another female, other than Tomone, and I had nothing to worry about with her. “I’m glad I caught up to you Yato. I’ve got a lot of questions to ask you know. You just suddenly ran off on me. No dodging my questions this time. I want some straight answers.”

“Sorry,” He pointed to the pink tail that was coming from the girl. “But your soul, it slipped out.” She looked at her tail and screamed. He pointed back toward the fence. “If you want your body,” Her body was laying over the fence. “It’s over there.”

She was still screaming. ‘How’s that possible? What happened?” She grasped her tail. “Does that mean that I’m dead?”

Yato grabbed her body from off the fence, leaving me to deal with her. “Not exactly, it’s like your body is just taking a nap.”

As Yato laid her body back on the ground her spirit self passed out, landing back into her real body. She stayed asleep as she laid on the sidewalk. The cat popped it’s head out of Yato’s tracksuit. He scratched the top of it’s head. “Look what you did. I thought only black cats were supposed to be bad luck.”

“We have to finish our job Yato.” I reached over and scratched it’s head myself.

He smiled. “Let’s get you home little buddy.”

“What about Hiyori?” I looked down. “We can’t just leave her here.”

“What else are we supposed to do with her?” He was puzzled. “We don’t even know where she lives.”

I sighed. As much as I wasn’t fond of the girl, I didn’t want to leave her here unattended. There were some real creeps in the world.

“You take the cat, I’ll take her.” He handed me Milord and grabbed Hiyori, setting her on his back.

* * * * * *

Yato opened the gate to the house that Milord had belonged to, letting the small cat run up to the door. I walked with the furball, hitting the doorbell and running back out before anyone could see me on the porch. We left a second later, headed to find someplace where we could bring Hiyori. As we walked we both heard a voice. “You’re the best ever Yato. I knew you wouldn’t let me down.” Praise for the God Yato could be heard by himself and his Regalia when humans use his name. I looked over at him to see him smiling like an idiot. Making a difference in the world was one of the only things that Yato wanted to do… and tonight, he had done it.

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kinglyyato · 4 years

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Alrighty Here We Go Again!

Sooo... @alnair-tair asked me my thoughts about the post I made with Hiyori wanting to be Yato’s shinki now after Chapter 90 (Link to that post here)

AND LET ME TELL YOU FAM. IT AINT GOOD. AM TERRIFIED. THANK YOU FOR ASKING.

*ahem* Anyway, let’s get this out there...under the cut cause this is gonna get long.

I’m sure Hiyori still 100% wants to become Yato’s shinki at some point or another. And like with the issues I stated in the other post, they would still stand. But now it’s even more complicated.

Hiyori doesn’t care if she dies.

As mentioned, her condition hasn’t gotten better even with the medical care.

Makes me wonder if she feels that she is going to die and wants to keep going until the very end. To save Yukine, to see Yato again, and if she dies, then maybe...maybe she can become his shinki after all. So she doesn’t care if she dies, because in the end she’ll be with them.

But that’s still the problem. In order for a spirit to be able to become a shinki, they have to have wanted to still live. If she doesn’t care if she dies, she might not be able to become a shinki. (Though like TD said Yato could use the Koto-no-ha to name her because her soul is corrupted, but again that isn’t the best course of action...at least I don’t think.)

And don’t even get me started on this panel

It’s giving me hella Sakura vibes and I’m scared.

I don’t know if it’s the way her hair is, if it’s the perspective, whatever it is it’s giving me uneasy-hey-it’s-gonna-be-sakura-all-over-again-vibes.

Now let’s do a thing real quick. If Hiyori dies, and Yukine cannot be saved, who does Yato have? That’s right. No one. They are his family. His definition of home. If he loses them...and god forbid in the same day, our poor God is gonna be a wreck. More so than he already is.

Getting back to Hiyori, this time she feinted seems a lot different than the previous times...

Unlike other times, she isn’t able to separate from her body. That alone is enough for concern, because of the fact her cord/tail was damaged back in chapter 81.2

The damage to her cord is probably slowly killing her...The blight from the phantom wolves is spreading through her soul...which is now trapped in her body. (so yeah that’s not good...)

So...in the long run, yeah I think Hiyori is going to die...

Now I don’t like to put the blame solely on a single character because that’s never right....However.

Let’s not forget this happened....and...we know that does not bode well.

So yeah. Kofuku, girl, I love you, but for fucks sake. I’ll be making another post on this in the near future.

Let’s go into theory/speculation/fanfic territory here for a second.

Imagine that Hiyori does die... Her spirit wanders until it finds Yato. She doesn’t recognize him, but he absolutely recognizes her. Struck with the realization that she has died, and now has to decide on taking her in or allowing her to become phantom food. He takes her, because what other choice does he really have. Reluctantly names her, sees the events leading to her death, seeing every memory of each other together...And then? Then what?

He’d cry. Her final wish has come true, but at the cost of everything else. She wouldn’t know him, she would have no recollection of the times they spent together, the unrequited but mutual feelings they shared...all of it gone as if it never existed in the first place. At least for her. Yato would still have every memory, every feeling...But wouldn’t ever be able to do anything about them. He’d never be able to call out her name again. [Assuming we save him...] Yukine would be upset over the fact Yato took in another shinki, then knowing it’s Hiyori would also be distraught. He wouldn’t be able to call her name either. If either of them did, despair and disaster would befall them. Even Kofuko and Daikoku. Anyone with connections to her when she was alive are a major risk to her. Unexpectedly it could happen. One little slip up from someone calling out her name, could spark memories and confusion. And just like that... It would be like what happened with Sakura so many years ago. Yato, left with no choices but to either let himself be killed by phantom Hiyori or to use Yukine to kill her. Neither of which are preferred outcomes... Which would he choose?

...So which do you think he would choose? His own death or the death of the phantom?

If he chooses his own death, that’s also choosing the death of other around him, i.e Yukine, Kofuku, Daikoku, whoever would be around them at the time it happens. The plus for him choosing death would be he wouldn’t have to deal with the suffering and grief of letting this happen for a second time. It’s extremely selfish of him, so I don’t see him doing that. But the other option ends in a lot of suffering...

If he chooses to kill phantom Hiyori, it would be safer for everyone. But then everyone is left with the memory of Hiyori and the things they witnessed happen. Yato and Yukine both would be scared for having to kill her. I think they both would want prolonged alone time to deal with their loss...Yato would be filled with regret and grief. A second time he’s lost a shinki to the GGS...And there was nothing he could do to stop it. And this time it was someone very close to him....

I got way off track of the original post I think but yeah, I had an idea and I ran with it.

#i got distracted oops #sorry for the long ass post #so long story short my feelings on the matter havent changed #they just have become heightened with anxiety and worry #noragami #noragami manga #noragami hiyori #hiyori iki #noragami yato #yato noragami #noragami yukine #noragami theory #noragami chapter 90 #kinglyyato

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skadventuretime · 4 years

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hello @herstrayskies, i’m your secret santa! this is so much shorter than i intended because things got Rough this month, but i hope you enjoy this spoonful of yatori regardless. <3 happy holidays and may everyone have a happy new year!

Yato never dared dream it’d turn out this well. His father defeated, Yukine reclaimed, Nora welcomed into the life she should have always had. Bishamon was awake and terrorizing everyone but Hiyori, but he couldn’t really blame her for that. He still can’t believe he’s alive, that they’re all alive, and that now they have a future to build.

A wisp of brown flickers in the corner of his eye. Hiyori, all the more beautiful for being alive and unharmed, sits on a cushion at the far corner of Kofuku’s table, deep in conversation with Bishamon. There are wounds yet i healed with her for what he and Kazuma did, but so far she hasn’t tried to gut him, or avoid him, or put him into too many extra headlocks. Yato takes it to mean all will be well.

And speaking of the future...

Hiyori’s journal. He’d read it, of course, before returning it to her. It was wrong of him to invade her privacy, he knows, but he’d succumbed to the weakness of wanting one final image of her branded in his memory in the hopes that some of it might survive his reincarnation. There was a line about Kofuku tying their plaques together buried between narrations about his whereabouts and actions, something that filled him up in a strange and heady way if he thought about it too much.

The plaque line stuck with him, though, and he’d resolved to talk with her about it after he dealt with Father. It was a coward’s bargain because he never thought he’d survive, never thought he’d be gifted with more time, but here they are and here he must go.

A firecracker explodes to his right. “Oopsie!” trills Kofuku, ends of her hair singed while Daikoku clicks his tongue and wipes a bit of soot from her nose. Yukine rushes over to see if she’s all right, eyes wide with concern and the slight fluster* he always gets when he’s not sure what he’s supposed to do, and Yato’s heart aches with how much he’s happy to be alive. Here, with his family.

Like a compass seeking true north, the word has him scanning the room for Hiyori. He finds her looking back at him and time seems to skitter for a moment, the past and present blurring into an indefinable future that is at once infinite and nonexistent beyond the point of Hiyori’s natural life.

It’s time. Yato gestures upstairs and begins to head up while Bishamon fends off Kofuku’s increasingly drunken attempts to sit in her lap.

A page of Yukine’s newest homework sits open on the small table by the window. There are a few differently colored marks where he and Hiyori had begun teaching Nora what Yukine was learning. Nora is still hesitant, still prone to watching them sleep in the night in case they tried to pack up and leave her. But she is learning, Yato thinks. They all are.

“Yato?” Hiyori hovers by the doorway, the hand on her chest giving away her uncertainty.

“This won’t take long, I promise,” Yato says. He wipes his palms on his tracksuit. “It’s uh, it’s about your journal. I know I shouldn’t have read it and I’ll never stop apologizing for it but there was that one part about Kofuku tying our plaques together and—“

Hiyori, beet red, stutters, “Y-you actually read all of it?”

Yato feels his own face heat up. “I—well yeah, but that’s not the point. You meant the plaques during Kannazuki? The matchmaking plaques?”

“Yes. Kofuku tied them, but what does that have to do with anything?” Hiyori comes into the room at last, hands gripping the sleeves of her sweater.

“I was just um, wondering what you thought about it.” Why does his brain melt whenever he tries to be honest with her?

“That was during matchmaking, so — oh! Oh no. Oh no no no.” Hiyori seems to realize the significance all at once and starts to pace. “Oh no, and Kofuku herself tied them, no no no. Yato, has she ever tied anyone else’s plaques before?”

Yato thinks back to the 80s and cringes. “I try not to think about it.”

Hiyori makes a sound somewhere between a whimper and a laugh. She’s radiant like this, moonlight shining in her eyes. “So does this mean something awful will happen to us?”

A fair question, one Yato has been deliberating himself. “I don’t think so! I mean, technically anything’s possible with her, but this hasn’t been done before that I can think of, a god and a human being tied. Maybe it will cancel out.”

Hiyori still looks miserable. “When I was sitting there after you’d left, I realized how important you are to me and how much I don’t want to lose you. Ever. I’d been so caught up in the external dangers that I forgot something like this might hurt us, too.”

That warmth is back in Yato’s chest, but this time it travels up his throat and down his stomach until he’s sure he’s on fire. “Don’t worry,” he says, drunk on this searing courage. “So what if the goddess of misfortune tied our plaques? I’ll become an even greater god of fortune and cancel it out! You’ll always be safe with me, Hiyori, as long as you want me.”

There’s a moment of stillness in the room, the only noise the sounds of merriment from the floor below bleeding through.

“Do you mean that?” Hiyori says at last, voice serious and hopeful all at once. “You want to stay, you don’t want to run off somewhere else?”

It hurts to hear the fragile hope, already bruised by his carelessness. Never again, he tells himself. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be,” he says, and on impulse tugs her close.

Her hands slide around him until it’s him being pulled in, her hair tickling his nose as she buries her face in his neck. “Good,” she says, lips near his pulse. “This is where I want you. And you know, I believe you. I believe you’ll become the greatest god of fortune yet.”

So Yato holds her, throat thick, and thanks all the gods he knows by name and all those he doesn’t that he has had the chance to grow in her light.

#noragami #yatori #noragami secret santa 2019 #madi tries words #this was going to be a lot more and then i drank straight depresso the whole month #noragami spoilers

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lexdrabbles · 4 years

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Everything We Are

Here it is. The thing I’ve been writing for way too long. This was a gift fic for my lovely friend @ayame1212, who got me into the angst hole that is Noragami. Enjoy your fresh, fresh pain. This features two OCs. They’re both assholes. Hope y’all like them.

Word count: 3711 Fandom: Noragami Warnings: Non-graphic violence, armed robbery, background character death (non-graphic), nihilism, thoughts of revenge (briefly), blood mention, death mention. (Yeah... it’s basically One Big Angsty Fight Scene) Read on AO3

It was a patrol like any other. Yato and Yukine regularly went out looking for ayakashi during the night, following their pledge to rid the world of their influence (as much as they could, at least).

The streets were almost always deserted at this time of the night. Most night-time deities had no business being out and about so, other than the occasional human, only the ayakashi roamed around; hence, perfect patrol time.

They never expected to run into another god; much less one whose sword was hilt-deep in a human’s chest.

Yato had to physically restrict Yukine before he could jump at the scene without any forethought. “What the hell, man?” said Yukine. “We have to stop them!” Yato simply shoved the blond backward and stopped him with an outstretched arm. “Might want to analyze what’s going on before gettin’ yourself killed.”

Yukine huffed, “Whatever.”

They looked at the distant developments with more attention and noticed a third person. At that point, the picture came together: The man with the sword in his chest was holding a gun against the other person’s head, yelling at them to hand over all their valuables.

Normally, when you saw a god intervene in mortal affairs, it was something serious. Late night muggings would usually not be encompassed in “emergencies requiring divine intervention”, but Yato was not one to judge. After all, if anyone knew what small prayers like these did for minor gods, it was him. However, something was still strange. It took him too long to pin down why something still did not make sense, too long to notice the slight squinting of the attacked.

It took Yukine yelling at him to realize there were no ayakashi around, and this god’s blade was not leaving the man’s chest until he had succeeded; reflecting some sort of light into the victim’s eyes and effectively blinding them.

They were not trying to stop him; they were making him do this.

Yato knew exactly what kind of god this was.

And she had heard Yukine’s yell too.

She had flinched and looked in their direction, visibly disrupting her shinki’s concentration, as the beam of light faltered enough for the victim to fight back. She yanked the sword away without hesitation, finishing the man off and leaving the other shocked at the sudden death of their attacker. The god fled, leaping away; but Yato was not about to let her get away without facing consequences for her actions. He and Yukine shared a look. “Come, Sekki!” As soon as the blades were in his hands, he went after the rogue god.

They jumped on roof after roof, ran through the streets and leapt unearthly heights. He chased her with a grudge he had not felt in a long time, with a burning desire to make justice by himself; to take her apart piece by piece, to break her shinki until it knew the pain it had caused, to—

“Yato?” Yukine’s voice dragged him out of his own head. “Are you okay? You’re kind of gripping really hard…” He looked down at his paled knuckles and loosened his grip on the swords. “It’s nothing.”

“Don’t bullshit me. Putting up with your sweaty ass hands is one thing, but you better have a good reason for squeezing me.”

“I’m the one doing all the running, so shut up before I drop you right here. You’re going to make me lose track of her”

As if she had been reading their minds the whole time, the god suddenly stopped in the middle of a crossroads. Yato landed a few meters away from her. Watching, waiting.

She stared at him, too; her brown eyes calculating, dark hair settling down after the chase. After a beat of analysis, she simply uttered “Revert, Hikari”.

A flash of light later, a tall figure stood beside their master. They both donned similar clothing; skirts and dress shirts in black and white, like negative images of each other.

“What, does everyone need to have a uniform?” Yukine piped up.

“You gonna attack an unarmed god?” She finally addressed him. “Come on, put that away. Where are your manners?”

“Who are you?” Yato deadpanned, flipping Sekki around in his hand.

“The name’s Aya,” she curtsied mockingly. “This is my guidepost, Hitsuki. Who are you? That’s a very nice blade you got there.”

Yato almost felt too uncomfortable to keep Yukine in his weapon form any longer. “Revert, Yuki”. The teen stood next to him with an annoyed look on his face as Aya shamelessly eyed him up.

“Yato. He’s Yukine. What were you doing back there?”

“Yato… Yeah, I’ve definitely heard that name somewhere…” She looked thoughtful as she ignored Yato’s question. “Of course!” She finally exclaimed. “You defied heaven itself, didn’t you? Faced off against Takemikazuchi in person, right?” Her eyes glinted with mischief and her tone lowered. “That your hafuri?” A smirk settled on her face. “He looks cute, but I didn’t think he would be so young.”

“Well that’s none of your business, now is it?” Yukine snapped back, blushing.

Aya merely chuckled. “And he comes with an attitude, too! How charming…” She gestured to her own shinki, who had been quietly laughing along the whole time. “Hi-chan is a snarky one, too. Quick wit might just be something all hafuri share…” She looked Yato in the eyes as she referred to her vessel as a hafuri. His expression was transparent as the other god’s statement took him aback completely.

“Hard to come by shinki this loyal as a god of calamity, isn’t it?” Her statement felt like a punch in the gut. Yato’s expression hardened and he instinctively stepped forward and slightly in front of Yukine, as if trying to protect him. “What were you doing back there?” he pressed.

“Oh, you know, just business. Muggers are kind of my target audience, you could say. Say a little prayer and leave a tip and defenseless people with full pockets start crossing your path left and right…” She winked and gestured to the shinki beside her. “Sometimes they need a little help, a pick me up, if you will. Some are way too nervous; some can’t deal with feisty prey. That’s where this one comes in. They’re quite the charmer, really. You see, they have an edge to them that gives most ill intents a boost.” She chuckled at her own pun. “And after changing, well… Mind if I show off? Come, Kouki!”

As the tall figure dissipated into white light, Yato immediately summoned his own weapon —and Yukine was happy to oblige—. Both gods were left standing under the street light again, blades glistening.

“Calm down, man! I’m just showing you!” She seemed truly unbothered and sly. What had materialized, rather than a sword, was a black and green scabbard at the god’s waist. In an instant, Aya unsheathed a tachi with a long, polished blade. It looked sharp and made visions flash in Yato’s mind that he would rather not recall.

“Check this out,” Aya angled the weapon just so, and a spot of bright, white light shone on the pavement. It moved with the blade in a smooth, almost mesmerizing dance; running across the floor and up buildings, roaming along street signs and traffic lights, until it went back to its starting point on the pavement between the two gods. With a flick of the green handle in Aya’s hand, the dot disappeared.

“Pretty cool, right?” she bragged. “Concentrated moonlight. They could barely keep their edge consistent before changing, but now? Most precise weapon you could ask for.” She angled the blade so it reflected the streetlight, no magic required.

Yato observed her and his blood slowly boiled. The way she moved her sword and the way she had used it on the humans before made his skin crawl. He watched every turn of her wrist and every sway of the green handle in her hand.

“Why use it like that?” He finally replied. “Why influence humans’ hearts in such a profane manner?”

Aya laughed.

“Oh, look at him with the big words! Profane, ooh, that hurt!” she mocked. “A prayer is a prayer, Yato. People want me to help them make a living, get out of financial pinches… after all, that’s what us little gods’re here for, isn’t it? Answering mortals’ prayers… Surely you understand,” something glinted in her eyes, as if she knew she was pushing exactly the wrong buttons.

Yato’s face hardened. “As a matter of fact, I very specifically do not.”

She stopped dead in her tracks and looked Yato in the eyes, her expression darkening. He shifted Sekki’s blades in his hands. “Don’t be confused; I am no god of calamity.

Aya stepped toward him, resting the long, curved blade of the tachi on her shoulder, and scowled at him. “What’s with the swords, then? What are you god of, low-stakes fencing? Have I perchance run into the powerful god of war, Bishamonten?” she inspected him as she came closer. Yato did his best to stand his ground, deadpan as he tried not to grit his teeth. "Want me to give her a call so we can settle this quicker?" He threatened.

"Oh, she's your friend, right?" Aya stopped barely a meter in front of him. "Figures traitors would stick together".

Yato closed the distance between them and crossed Sekki's blades at the other god's throat.

"You sure talk a lot of shit for a creeper who takes money from predators".

Aya simply eyed Sekki up, looked Yato in the eyes and smirked. "And you talk a lot of shit for a killer".

His blood froze. His entire body was paralyzed. His pupils shrunk into specks. The single word echoed and bounced in his head.

“Yato? Yato! Snap out of it!” Yukine’s voice rang louder. He quickly withdrew his swords and leapt away onto the closest rooftop. “We need to get out of here.”

A high-pitched voice reached them from the street below, “Come on! Things were just getting fun!” They could hear she was not giving up; Yato jumped from roof to roof hoping to get away from the unrelenting footsteps of his new pursuer.

“Yato, what the hell are you doing? I thought we were the ones chasing her!” his shinki’s voice resonated in his head. A speck of moonlight ran on the floor in front of him and suddenly glared into his eyes. Blinded, he maneuvered into a flip and landed wrong on the next roof; he stumbled and fell off the side, losing Kouki’s light in the process. Sekki managed to ram into the nearest wall just before they hit the ground, and Yato used the momentum to thrust him forward.

“Stop running from yourself, Yato! You can’t escape your nature!”

He landed on the floor and got set to start running again before Yukine pleaded once again. “Yato! Stop running and confront him!” Or had he said her? Yato did not know. He was thinking too much. All of their words bounced around his head and he did not know what to do with them, or himself, or his feet that suddenly had him turning around toward the building he had just fallen from. Aya dropped to the ground to face him once again. Blades at the ready. “Ready to face our sins, are we?” She said with a smirk.

Yato looked her in the eyes; something that was not quite rage burned in his. His head was as clear as his thoughts would allow, and a single thing stood out among them.

“Do you not know?” His tone was measured and cold. He turned Sekki in his hands and swiftly readied the blades at his sides. “A god can do no wrong.”

He charged.

As their blades collided, both gods were reckoned with each other’s strength. The raw power that emanated from them ricocheted on the buildings along the street. A blaze of white light flashed between both weapons and Yato staggered backward, covering himself as Sekki bore another strike from Aya’s tachi. The swords clashed and glared and clanged against each other, bursts of light exploding between them as Yato kept dodging toward higher ground to avoid Kouki’s blinding attacks.

Aya was fast; faster than Yato was comfortable with. She wielded her sword and its abilities seamlessly, with the ease of flowing water. They coordinated, assembled and moved as one, making spare use of words to communicate; as if sharing a mind.

“I thought your kid was a hafuri, god of calamity” Aya mocked behind another flash. “Where’s your sync? What’s all that eternal loyalty good for if he ain’t protecting his master?” Another blinding light shone into Yato’s eyes. Anyone could have smelled the storms slowly but surely inching closer to them, reeking of ayakashi and bad omens. He crouched behind a roof, panting; Sekki nearly slipping from his grasp. He could feel Yukine's distress coursing through his system. “You okay, kid?” He took a moment to wipe the blades and handles on his sleeves. “What are you doing?” The shinki’s urgent voice popped into his head, “get back out there! Stop hiding, you coward, we need to kick their—” “Okay, okay, calm down. You have to focus. We don’t stand a chance here if we don’t work together.” “That must be so easy to say when you’re not the one taking all the hits. I have been holding back, you know? You always go on about how every soul has a purpose or whatever, but it’s so hard, Yato! Your life is in danger and I’m just being swung around helplessly and dulling myself because you said it’s the right thing to do! You’re way out on a limb here; they are overpowering us and we’re just taking it!.”

Yato sighed as if he had the time to ponder. He looked at Sekki’s blades, as if looking him in the eye. “Yukine—” A single beam of pure moonlight reflected off the edge, bouncing up into the sky like a beacon.

“Found you!” The yell was closer than Yato had expected; soon he found himself dodging yet another sharp swing in his direction, covering his eyes with one arm. Aya did not use her shinki’s ability sparingly, and it was a powerful move.

“I nearly thought you’d left me here all on my own!” she laughed between attacks “Can’t deny you’re having fun, can you?” She took a moment to block a strike from him and look him dead in the eye “Can’t reject your nature; you were made to fight, after all.” Another flash. Yato grew more and more aware of Kouki’s use of their light manipulation. Sure, they were powerful bursts, but they were not very directed. It seemed as if quick attacks were not their forte. “Of course,” he thought, “they don’t usually need to use it in combat. It’s a diversion tactic, not an attack.” He dodged the light, jumping up to try getting to his adversary from above. Aya leapt away, the gleam of her shinki trailing behind her. Her shots’ inaccuracy was increasingly obvious to Yato, even while still struggling to keep up with their rapid-fire nature. He saw an opening and drove in, crossed swords first. Aya harshly blocked his blades, giving him a good look at her and her own weapon: unscathed and glinting almost mockingly.

“Isn’t it so fun to cut things up?” she said, an intense look in her eyes. Yato looked away and caught a glimpse of his own reflection on Sekki’s surface: his eyes a cold blue, his hair tied back. He staggered. Before he could help it, Aya took the upper hand; swinging at him until he was against a wall, barely parrying her attacks. Panting and struggling to keep his eyes open, he was confronted with his opponent again: sharp edges, disheveled hair and clothes from the fight, her white shirt stained red and ripped in several places. Her eyes, however, were mocking as ever; they radiated a sort of feral enjoyment that made Yato’s stomach churn. He glanced at Sekki again and saw its battered, dull edges taking slash after slash from his adversary, the blight beginning to rust at the tip of one of the swords. He could feel Yukine’s frustration and anger rushing through his veins, feeding into the fire that had been burning at his core since the moment Aya opened her mouth.

“Yukine,” he started, his voice a strange mix of serene and tired “you can do it.” It was a simple statement. Not encouraging at all. It was too late for pep talks. “At least say it with some feeling next time! What the hell does that mean?” “It means some purposes aren’t worth fulfilling.”

Aya rammed her sword into the wall a centimeter away from Yato’s head, white light entirely dazzling him. “What’s that you’re going on about? Purpose? Please. Purpose is a fairy tale made up by humans to fill the void of their existence. They don’t have a purpose, and neither do we. We’re just here for the ride, and some of us choose to take full advantage of it.” Her voice was exasperated “You used to be cool, man! I used to hear tales of the fearsome Yato god, cutting down humans because it was fun! And now you want to help them? What, you think you can suddenly be a benevolent god of fortune? You wanna fart rainbows and happiness or some shit? Don’t make me laugh.” But she was not laughing. The amusement in her eyes had morphed into something bitter and resentful as she removed the blade of her shinki from the wall and angled it against Yato’s neck. “You don’t get to choose.”

“Stop holding back.” He stated plainly, readying his swords. Aya looked taken aback for the first time. “I’m flattered, really, but don’t think you—” “I wasn’t talking to you.” His cold eyes lit up in fury as Sekki glowed a blue glare that purged the blight covering it, leaving the swords looking sharper and deadlier than they had looked in a long time. Relief flooded him as he charged against her with little reserve, swinging once and again and again, through flashing attacks and counterstrikes. His opponent parried and dodged and fought back, but she was tired and thrown off. Kouki seemed not to know what to do with themself, launching random glare attacks that seemed increasingly uncoordinated with the goddess’ charges. Yato’s movements and Sekki’s edge were precise and unwavering.

“It’s freeing, right? The feeling of having someone’s life at your fingertips.” Aya prodded, laughing nervously as she barely kept the other’s swords off her. Yato’s expression didn’t budge. “This is what I’ve been saying!” she panted, tone desperate, “You can deny it all you want, but your true calling is really just cutting. Shit. Up.” She tried to use her words as a diversion and charged at Yato one more frantic time; her opponent didn’t falter. With a maneuver of both swords, Yato jerked the tachi from Aya’s hand, sending it clanging through the pavement a couple meters away. The goddess’ back hit the hard surface of a wall and one of Sekki’s blades was at her throat; the other swiftly drove into the wall, centimeters away from her face. “You’re right, in a way” Yato said flatly. His eyes still burned a bright blue and his hair stuck to the sweat on his face. “I am fulfilling my purpose with a blade, after all”. Aya’s face was unreadable; all kinds of emotions muddled on it, but she forced out a smile that was nervous and desperate and wrong. “Right! That’s all I meant, really. Now we can leave it here and call it a day, and—” Yato’s sword inched closer to her neck, grazing the skin just enough to keep her from moving. “You’re also wrong,” he continued. “The only “shit” I cut up is scum like you. Sekki didn’t draw back, and little by little cut away at the goddess’ skin. “Alright. Well, I think now she’ll understand that— Yato?” Yukine’s voice got lost somewhere in the echo chamber of his thoughts. His enemy’s whimpers filled his ears. “What are your thoughts on reincarnation, Aya-gami?” He stated more than asked, voice cold. “Yato! That’s enough!” Yukine demanded to no avail. A thick trail of blood ran down Aya’s neck. “Yato! Cut it out! You’ll kill her for real!” Yato’s sight was fixed on the blade.

“Yato, stop!” He screamed with a strength that resounded over the cries and the fog in Yato’s brain. “Line!”

The god fell forward, Sekki’s blade slicing clean through the building wall. Aya’s body slid down until she hit the floor, holding onto her head as if to confirm that it was still attached. “Hitsuki! Holy shit. Holy shit, Hi-chan, get over here”. The tachi glowed and morphed back to their human form, and the shinki ran to their goddess’ side. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? I couldn’t move. I’m so sorry—” they cried. Yato just stared at the scene, still detached. “Yukine”. He managed to call. A moment later the blond teen was slapping him across the face. “Just what the hell were you thinking?” he yelled. “You almost killed her! What’s all that edgy ‘some purposes aren’t worth fulfilling’ bullshit? I thought you were kidding!” Aya stood up with her shinki’s help, ready to make a run for it, but Yato’s stare froze both of them in place. “I hope this will serve as a warning:” he admonished. “If I ever see you hurting a human again, you won’t be so lucky.” He laid his hand on Yukine’s shoulder. “I’m sure you of all gods understand hafuri can be very protective of their masters and our wishes.” He looked Hitsuki in the eyes, as if addressing them directly. “He won’t go so easy on you next time.”

Four cold expressions collided before Aya and her shinki turned their backs.

“We’ll be sure not to get in your way, o merciful one.” Her tone was bitter and sarcastic.

“Off you go, then!” Yukine pressed.

And the two figures simply walked away until they disappeared into the shadows.

#fucking fINALLY #this took... way too long...#low-key proud of myself for sticking with it though #i kinda like how it turned out ngl #also third time trying to post this because tumblr can't be a Functional Website for once and keeps eating my tags #noragami #noragami fanfiction #noragami fanfic #noragami yato #noragami yukine #yato #yato's daddy issues #yukine #noragami oc #oc #can't even remember what i put on here tbh #my tags are all over the place but I spent 10 minutes writing coherent tags and tumblr decided to Swallow Them #lex wrote a thing??

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Noragami reread: Volume 25, 26 & 27 thoughts

The last of the reread thoughts. Until the next reread (I'll still use the same tag!), and see you with the release of the final chapter shortly. Until then, I'll be mostly off the grid.

Volume 25 is...absolutely brutal. It starts right off with Yuka clearly seeing Hiyori as similar to her mother (aka someone who smiled her way through problems), then we get a flashback of Yukine's father finding the letters and ripping them up in front of him. The most chilling part is that he said he knew all along what was in them, but Yukine isn't even listening. And then there's the page of sound effects followed by an unsettling silence. I just. ANOTHER TOP 10 MOST GUTTING MOMENTS OF NORAGAMI. (Maybe I will actually compile a list.)

Nora goes back to trash dad because even though she's figured out he's full of shit, she still craves the love of a parent--she wasn't ever alive long enough to have it, so that yearning will never go away. So when he calls for her with a fake apology, she's never heard that from him before and believes him, and gets swept up in the moment of working as they used to. But the illusion is broken, and that's why she eventually turns on him.

Yato's struggle to get Yukine back contrasts beautifully with trash dad's backstory--a story about how the world is mean, and cruel, and you have to fight to survive because everyone's just in it for themselves. Trash dad is projecting his anger onto Yukine because he never had a father figure to look up to, but Yukine does now--Yato.

Yukine realizes this in what is still probably the most beautiful scene in the manga (although him asking Yato about him being buried is tied). I cried so many tears over this, and I will continue to do so.

Trash dad in Yomi with Izanami is a super interesting scene because of how casual she is with him. She sits with him a while, seemingly never pressures him to dine with her, and willingly tells him all about shinki and ayakashi while asking him about his own past. At the end of this, he steals the brush from her and escapes. When we see Izanami in the current story where Yato and Ebisu encounter her, she's desperate for a friend and keeps pushing food on them. So my guess is that back then, she was a lot more hospitable (or maybe just because she knew humans aren't allowed to leave Yomi), but him stealing from her and escaping caused her to become even more lonely and distrustful.

Likewise, what Father says about the brush naming shinki is very interesting too. The law of Yomi supercedes the law of heaven as far as spirits are concerned, because she was the first person to try naming ayakashi. Since Hagusa and Mizuchi were both named as corrupted spirits, the names bestowed by the brush can't be removed by Amaterasu. Could Izanami remove them? Probably.

That makes me wonder if, in the final chapter, because the brush is destroyed they will lose those names. It doesn't really matter, though, because (a) Yukine already made the choice to become a stray. That won't change. Same with Mizuchi, even if she'd personally gone around and begged every god to release her. But (b) both of them were pushed into this choice by a master manipulator, one who is dead and won't be able to control them anymore. And (c) Yukine, at least, has found his forever master. Mizuchi is...a little lost in that regard, but I'm hoping the fan theory that Kofuku names her comes true.

Not a lot from volumes 26 and 27, but I didn't notice before that trash dad separated himself from Fujisaki so he woke up, but how did his lifeline to Father get cut? I assume they'll explain it in the last chapter--maybe Yato stopped by? He's unable to talk super well (probably because he's feeling some of the effects of decapitation) but he would still remember the name...but that also fades as he talks to the police.

Side note, I love that his birth date is omitted in his student ID. The month and date, not just the year. Adachitoka said NO celebrating Fujisaki's birthday for you.

Now that I'm not distressed and angry about the Hiyori shinki thing (because I know it was reversed), I want to comment that I wish she had said, like, a single word while she was a shinki. Wondering where she is, or who that girl's body is, or something. I do just wish this whole business hadn't happened in the first place, but it is what it is. Since it was undone, it's not a dealbreaker.

As for my other ending hangups--I think Yukine's father won't have his fate mentioned, or maybe just a quick mention that he's dead. There's a point in Yukine's Hagusa arc where he decides his father isn't worth his time, basically, and the official translation talks about forgiveness. But it's not really forgiveness, it's just accepting that getting revenge won't do anything now.

Still kind of wish Hiyori and Bishamon had had more to do in the final arc, still think it's a bit funny that the gods started slaughtering humans only for them to go back to normal like 10 minutes later, don't really care that much though. As long as the trio stays alive and trash dad stays dead, I'll take it.

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thedeliverygod · 3 years

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Okay so… hiatus over? Kind of. Just expect updates to be really slow and random and I’ll try to do my best.

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More Than This

As soon as his eyes met with Aiha’s through the front glass, Yato saw her face light up before she dashed off to the back. He let out a sigh as he looked over to Hiyori, “I apologize for… whatever is about to happen.” He could only assume Aiha was shouting to everyone that he and Hiyori had arrived and that she was indeed real after all.

“I mean, since they’re at work they have to keep at least some professionalism, right?” She gave a hopeful smile with a tilt of her head.

“Uh, good luck with that.” He answered doubtfully. Professionalism wasn’t exactly a word he associated with his co-workers. At least definitely not when it came to talking about his personal life.

They managed to get their shopping basket and start down the produce section undisturbed, but it didn’t last for long. “Yato-san!” He heard Aiha’s voice and jumped slightly before turning to her with an awkward smile.

“Hey, Aiha. This is Hiyori.” He waved to his side.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Hiyori added her own greeting.

The pink haired girl gave a wide smile in return, “It’s nice to meet you too! Finally.” She added with slight glare towards Yato, “But I guess I understand why you would want to keep her to yourself, she is a cutie.”

“It was a miracle she wasn’t scared off by my family, so I didn’t want to push my luck by bringing her here too.” He sighed as he reached forward to grab a few vegetables.

Aiha gave a nervous laugh, “That’s fair. Well, I’ll leave you alone now.”

He saw Hiyori reach out to her from the corner of his eye to stop her, “Wait, it’s really okay—”

“Oh, believe me. Tenjin-sama and Mayu-san will talk your ear off, so I don’t want to overwhelm you. I’m sure I’ll see you again soon.” Aiha gave another smile before disappearing off into another aisle.

Yato deposited the vegetables into the basket Hiyori was holding before running a hand through his bangs, “Yeah, she’s not kidding. Those two will definitely be the worst.”

She let out a small breath of air, “Great.”

At least she was equally nervous about meeting everyone as he was about introducing them to her. He wasn’t sure how he would have reacted if she had been extremely excited about the situation.

They managed to make it down a few aisles without much distraction, only two other coworkers stopping by to say hi very briefly as they rushed by. About three quarters of the way through the store, Yato finally spotted Tenjin and Mayu lingering at the end of the aisle they were making their way through.

He gave a small nod towards them, warning Hiyori, “Here we go, I guess.”

“Okay.” He noticed her hesitate for a moment before following after him.

“Yato-kun!” Tenjin greeted warmly, gesturing with wide arms, “And this must be Hiyori-san.”

“Yato.” Mayu spoke very matter-of-factly before turning to Hiyori, “No matter what he tells you, my name is Mayu.”

Hiyori blinked in surprise before giving a small laugh, “Believe it or not, he did tell me your real name. But it’s very nice to meet you, Mayu-san, Tenjin-sama.”

“So I finally brought her here, are you happy now?” Yato stuffed his hands into his pockets and looked to them expectantly.

“Not nearly!” Tenjin crossed his arms and gave him a stern look, “I assume you two must go on dates constantly from the way you manage to hide her from us.”

He jerked in reaction before giving an embarrassed look over to Hiyori, “Uh…”

She also looked down to her feet, not making a response.

“...What are those looks for?” Mayu broke the silence, looking between the two in confusion.

Yato parted his mouth to speak but Hiyori beat him to the punch, “Well, between our school schedules, his work schedule, and the tutoring that I do for Yukine-kun, we haven’t, um… had much time for that.”

“What?” Yato could have sworn Tenjin’s jaw almost fell to the floor, “Is this true, Yato-kun?”

He turned his head away, “Well, yeah…”

Before he realized what was going on, he felt himself being tugged forward and Tenjin was nearly in his face, “This cannot do! You can’t date someone as cute as Hiyori-san and not spoil her!”

“Tenjin-sama, calm down.” Mayu pulled him backwards and once his vision was clear, he also noticed Hiyori hiding her face.

“You’re right, Mayu-san. I apologize.” He dusted himself off before pointing a finger towards Yato, “Look. I want you to leave after three o’clock tomorrow and take Hiyori-san on a proper date!”

He threw up in his hands in surprise, “What?”

“You’re joking, right?” Mayu gave a disbelieving look to their boss.

“I’m completely serious. You’re both about to start classes again, correct? This way you have no excuse to not go.” He answered proudly.

“I… I don’t know what to say.” Yato blinked in awe, literally speechless.

With a bit of a smirk, Tenjin answered, “A simple thank you would suffice.”

“A-ah, thank you.” He gave a slight bow and he saw Hiyori follow suite.

Waving them off, Tenjin commented, “Well, I should let you two get back to your shopping. It was nice meeting you, Hiyori-san.”

“It was very nice meeting you as well, Tenjin-sama.” Hiyori gave another bow.

As they made their way into the next aisle over, Yato heard Mayu’s voice, “Tenjin-sama! That’s really not fair, is it? How are we going to cover for tomorrow?”

“Don’t worry, Mayu-san. I’ll figure it out.”

Though they were out of ear shot, Hiyori spoke quietly, “Well, that was certainly unexpected.”

“Tell me about it.” He let out a breath of air, “But I guess I can’t complain.”

“Tenjin-sama sure seems like a very nice man.” She gave a smile.

Yato shrugged, “He’s alright. He can actually have a really nasty temper, too. But like he said, you’re a cute girl, so he’ll go out of his way to be nice to you. Old perv.”

Hiyori’s eyes went wide and she fell into a fit of coughs before asking, “Are you sure you should say that in the place where you work?”

“It’s nothing I wouldn’t say to his face.” He grinned back.

“How you don’t manage to get fired with how much you tease and make fun of everyone is beyond me.” She put up a hand to her forehead feigning exhaustion.

“I tease them with love.” He answered simply, “They know that.”

She shook her head, “If you say so. Mayu-san definitely didn’t seem amused.”

“Eh, not my fault that Tomone can’t take a joke.” Yato shrugged as they made their way to the checkout lane.

“Maybe give her a break. Especially if she’s going to have to pick up the slack for you leaving early tomorrow.” Hiyori suggested as she fiddled with the handles of the basket

“Alright, alright.” He threw up his hands in defeat, “I will give her a break. For one shift.”

“So, your boss really gave you the rest of the day off to go on a date, just like that?” Yukine asked in disbelief as he helped Yato and Hiyori put up groceries.

“Yeah! I’m still in disbelief myself.” Yato shut the cabinet door and grinned down at Yukine, “I really am the luckiest guy in the world to date Hiyori. Look at all the perks I get!”

Hiyori sent a brief glare his way before commenting, “I’m just going to pretend I didn’t hear that last part.”

Yukine also rolled his eyes before asking, “So what are you two going to do tomorrow, then?” Met with silence from both sides, he replied, “Wow.”

“Well, what do you want to do, Hiyori? Since I’ve apparently been neglecting you?” He glanced over to her eagerly.

“Oh stop, you have not.” She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes in annoyance, “And I don’t know? Maybe just go out to dinner?”

“Boooring.” Yukine commented, surprising both of them, “C’mon, you have almost the whole afternoon off! Do something interesting.” He sauntered off towards the living room.

Yato raised an eyebrow, “It seems like you really want to get us out of the apartment for most of the day.”

“I honestly don’t care.” He groaned in annoyance, looking back over his way, “I’m just saying you should take advantage of it since it’s something you don’t really get that often. Maybe go somewhere you actually have to get dressed up for once—I mean that for Yato, not you, Hiyori.”

While Yato gave a huff in response, he answered, “Yeah, I guess the only like… fancy thing we’ve done together was the new years eve party for your family’s hospital.”

Hiyori grimaced, “And that wasn’t too great of an experience for obvious reasons.”

“I don’t know if it’s exactly fancy or anything like that, but I’ve always kind of wanted to check out the art museum downtown…” Yato admitted, tapping his fingers against the wall frame in thought as he continued to try and think of other places they could go.

Hiyori leaned in towards him excitedly, interrupting his thoughts, “Then let’s do that!”

Smiling sheepishly and dropping his hand back down to his side, he asked, “Are you sure there’s not somewhere else you’d rather go? I kind of just said the first thing that came to mind.”

“Like I said yesterday, you hardly do enough for yourself as it is. So, if you’re interested in something, I definitely want to do that!” With a bit of a laugh, she ran a hand through her hair and commented, “Though I honestly didn’t expect art.”

Yukine piped back in, “He’s actually really good at drawing.”

“Really?” Hiyori’s eyes shined in excitement.

Yato scratched the back of his head, “I mean, I guess. I obviously don’t have a lot of time to practice anymore.”

“Still, will you draw something for me sometime?” She held her hands together, pleading with a wide-eyed look.

He shook his head and looked away as he laughed. He reached out to cup her cheek, gently rubbing his thumb across it, “You know I can’t say no to you, Hiyori.”

She flushed and stared at him for a moment before she reached up to take his hand in hers, asking quietly, “So the art museum it is, then? And I guess dinner after?”

“All while dressed up, yes.” He nodded, “Make sure to charge your phone so we have photographic proof that we went.”

Hiyori nearly snorted, “Yes, I will.”

“I’m honestly really surprised Capypa Land wasn’t brought up at all, I gotta say.” Yukine mentioned as they made their way to the table to sit across from him. Looking up at Yato, he teased with a grin, “Finally growing up?”

“Capypa Land is for people of all ages, thank you very much. But also, you have to spend the whole day there. It’s not an evening kind of place. But,” He looked between them, grinning widely, “I do definitely want to go with you guys sometime.”

Hiyori smiled softly and nodded, “Sure.”

Yukine rolled his eyes, “Do I have to go?”

“At least once. If you don’t like it then I won’t make you go again. But you can’t stay a Capypa Land virgin forever.” Yato waved his finger and made a ‘tsk-tsk’ sound.

While Yukine choked on his spit, Hiyori turned a shade of red, “Um, Yato? Wording?”

“Oh, come on. That wasn’t dirty at all! It’s not my fault if you two have your brains in the gutter.” He gave a dramatic sigh, “I’ve always gotta be the mature one around here.”

“…Mature… right.” Yukine coughed out his sarcastic reply.

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clownjail · 4 years

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Summer Studies (Saburo x Ume)

Art trade with @yukinonshi! Sorry this took so long, I had so much writing Ume and just writing Sabume in general 💞💞

Fandom: Hypmic

Characters: Saburo, Ume (Yukin's), Cherry (@minoux)

Pairings: Saburo x Ume

Word Count: 1, 648

Ume was never the type of person to put things first, in fact she was the type of person who will procrastinate and put things off to the side till the very last minute, such as right now. A week from now school will start soon, a week from now her summer homework will be due, and yet she still hasn’t touched the stack of papers that were impatiently waiting on top of her desk.

On the outside, she seemed calm, cool and collected, like she didn’t care that her assignment was due in a week and she still hasn’t done anything. Giving off the vibes of : “I’ll get to it, when I get to it.”

But on the inside, however, she was freaking out. Every second of the day, her mind kept wandering off to her homework and everytime it did, she felt anxious and on the edge for the rest of the day; guilty for doing something else when she should be doing something else. It was to the point that her uncaring and go with the flow facade seemed to fade away, until she finally managed to get herself together, sit down and do her homework.

Or so she thought…

~~~~

It’s been two hours since she decided to sit down and do her homework, and yet she somehow only managed to finish one page. Maybe it was because she simply didn’t understand the question? Or maybe it was because she kept getting distracted by her phone? Or maybe it was because she was doing everything in her power to distract herself from starting the work. Whatever it was, she needed help and she needed it fast.

She was never one to ask for help, especially for something so silly as homework but even she couldn’t deny that this was too much, so with great shame, she dialed a number on her phone and hope he will agree to her offer.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

“Hello, who’s this?”

“Saburo it’s me, Ume!”

“How did you get my number...?”

“That’s not important right now, I was calling if you did the summer homework”

“Oh that? Yeah I did, I finished it around the first week of summer, why?”

“.....”

'He already finished it! Dang Saburo is so smart…!' Ume thought to herself, feeling ashamed and embarrassed she started so late.

“Ume? Are you still there?”

“O-oh sorry, spaced out there for a minute I guess, haha" Ume stuttered, forgetting she was still on the call.

“You didn’t do the homework, did you”

“W-well I-i…!!” Ume could feel her cheeks getting hot out of embarrassment as she scattered to make up an excuse as to why she didn’t, not wanting to admit it, but it only made Saburo groan on the other side of the call.

“I’ll be right there”

Beep!

Hanging up the phone, Ume heart raced a million directions, not only did she end up having a really cute tutor but her crush nonetheless! Now what was she going to wear…

~~~~

Staring at her closet for what seemed like forever, she let out a heavy sigh as she continued to toss every item of clothing she had out of the way. Nothing she had looked decent enough and if they were, it sure as hell didn’t smell like it.

“Ume are you in here, Uncle called and- woah, this room is a mess...what happened?”

A sudden voice interrupted her train of thought, she snapped her head to the direction of said voice, annoyed that someone was calling for her in this very important moment, however once she saw who it was, her frown immediately turned upside down.

“Cherry, I’m so glad you’re here, you can’t believe what just happened, not only did I successfully snatched up a cute tutor but I al-…!”

“Wait hold on a second! First, who did you snatch up? And second, are you really going out in that outfit?” Cherry interrupted, her hyper energetic cousin.

“Well technically it’s not a date, we’re just studying”

“So like a study date? Either way, my question still stands, especially concerning your clothes…”

“Okay I get it, I look like trash, so how about you help me pick an outfit then!”

~~~

Staring at her reflection in the mirror, Ume couldn’t help but blush at the sight at herself, Cherry wasn’t kidding when she said, she looked like a totally different person, Ume thought she was exaggerating but holy crap was she right. Though she didn’t mind it one bit, and a small part of her hopes that neither would Saburo.

Knock! Knock!

‘Oh crap that must be him! I didn’t expect him to come so early..!’ Ume thought to herself, as she quickly opened the door. She was greeted with a tired looking Saburo, who was in his casual wear, she felt silly for wanting to go all out when all they were doing is just studying but a part of her liked that she showed him up in something, because it surely wasn’t going to be academics, she knew that much.

“O-oh, Ume you look different, n-not in a bad way persay...! Like in a good way, it’s a good kind of different..!” As Saburo was fumbling over his words, Ume couldn’t help but let out a laugh at how awkward he was. Noticing her laughter, Saburo ears turned bright red, quickly shutting up and taking the hint.

“Did I say something funny or…?”

“Oh no haha…! You just surprised me that’s all, but you don’t look too bad yourself haha..!” Ume noted, trying to catch her breaths in between laughter. Saburo just nodded, his ears somehow getting even more red.

“We should start hitting the books soon, yeah?” Saburo said, trying to divert the attention away from his awkwardness though his blush, probably gave it away. Ume nodded and led him to the dining area, deciding it was time to stop teasing him so much and let the poor boy breath.

~~~

There were no words to describe how bored she was, so bored that she tuned out midway through the first lesson. She was tired of all this math talk, she was tired of looking at a textbook, she wanted to have some fun and what better way to do that, then to crack some math puns?

“So I heard you’re good at math, so what's the sum of U+Me?”

“....Excuse me?”

“I-i just thought since you were good at algebra, you wouldn’t mind replacing my eX without asking Y..!”

“....”

Taking the hint that her jokes weren’t transferring well, she hung her head low in utter shame and embarrassment, deciding it would be best to continue writing down her notes and praying to God that he couldn’t see her flushed cheeks. It wasn’t her intention to make him feel uncomfortable, it was just simply her way to lighten up the mood and get away from the dull boring atmosphere that was talking about math for an hour, then again what she could expect from something so dull as studying? Now she wished she kept quiet and continued to read off her textbook.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to come off as annoying, you must hate me right now, I'll be quiet from now on…" Ume apologetically mumbled under her breath, but it was just loud enough for him to hear it. Saburo, who was typing on his computer, full on stopped on what he was doing, totally caught off guard by her words. Does she really think he hates her? What gave her that idea? Did he look annoyed, to her?

"I don't hate you, why would you think that?" Saburo said, now looking away from his screen. She had his full undivided attention, and in any other day, she would have died right then and there, but with the way he’s looking at her, with so much concern and doubt in his eyes, made her feel even more nervous and embarrassment.

“W-well, you always seemed annoyed whenever I joke around...it’s like you see me as an annoying bug and are silently trying to tell me to shut up...and honestly I don’t blame you...” Ume said defensively, as if it was obvious. She muttered the last part to herself, yet it was just loud enough for Saburo to catch every word.

“W-what do I really come off that way? Yeah your jokes are a tad bit corny, and could use some work, not gonna lie, but I never thought of them as annoying or yourself for that matter..in fact I...I really like you..!” Saburo shouted, accidentally confessing his feelings in the progress. Realizing what he did, he immediately covered his mouth, trying to take back, whatever he said.

“I’m sorry that came out wrong...what I meant to say is...I well..” Saburou trailed off, not knowing what he was trying to say and the mixed emotions and reactions on Ume face didn’t seem like a good sign. Just as he was about to excuse himself, Ume tightly grabbed on to his sleeve, and it didn’t seem she was letting go anytime soon.

“I like you too..! I always did, that’s why you were the first person I called when I had trouble on doing my math homework, because you’re so smart and always patient with me, and don’t make me feel stupid...that’s what I like about you!” Saburo didn’t know or how to respond to that and neither did Ume, she didn’t even know what she was saying. Ume wasn’t holding as tightly as before but she still had no intention of letting go, and honestly, Saburo hopes she never would.

“I really like you and I hope that never changes but till then, let’s just continue to be as we are now...and maybe down the line, it'll turn into something greater…"

#Hypmic #saburo yamada #saburo x ume #ume #art trade #bloo writing jumbles #how does one do confessions scenes-#how do you even write the after scene of the confession without making it awkward?? Easy you put a cheesy quote #yukin I'm sorry you waited for this 😔😔

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sweatyato · 5 years

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my one and only

Noragami one-shot | 2149 words

Characters: Yato & Yukine | General Audiences

on ao3 by BeatrizCaelum (me)

Yato feels older than he has ever felt in thousands of years.

It is not a matter of being wise or even resilient, at this point, here, in the attic he has grown so fond of, looking at this small form under the blankets he’d do anything for. No, Yato doesn’t think he’s wise — if he were, Yukine wouldn’t be as tired as he is, sleeping through the birds’ melody outside. He suspects he’s alive solely because of love or some other equally incomprehensible feeling that is more human than divine. After all... What is a temple to his home? What is an army of shinki to his kid, or a legacy compared to Hiyori’s memories of him — of them?

Soft. Yeah, yeah, he knows. Sentimental. Someone willing to make other people happy, Hiryori would say. Hm. That’s what she deserves. And for Yukine, well — the small bump sighs and Yato adjusts the blankets —, the hands that so tenderly ruffle his hair or pat his shoulder, Yato’s calloused, sweaty hands, they can’t have blood on them, can they? They can’t. They won’t. This softness, this love, is for them. Not for a believer or for the Heavens or something his old man can twist. It’s theirs. (Yato doesn’t have a surname to put them under. No umbrellas here. They can’t have Iki, not really. Maybe, one day, he could...)

Ah. You idiot. Hiyori is not marrying you. Well. He can dream. He can dream of so many things, even if they are not for gods, even if many of them make no sense to him as he exists now. He can dream of being a man; of growing up to someday find a soulmate in Hiyori; he can dream of mundane jobs and so much fresh snow on their backyard and joy and freedom; he can even dream of a younger Yukine, safe under his — their — care, from baby to child to adult to old man, his shadow taller than Yato’s own. Nowhere near his... that man.

Yato closes his eyes. Yukine knows.

He knows and he is alive. And that’s why Yato is tired. If Yukine hadn’t made it, Yato wouldn’t even be himself anymore. He was too late when Kofuku called him (she did a few times, in two days, and he regrets it so much not picking up the phone earlier), shaky voice bursting a Yukki is crossing the line that he can still hear ringing in his ears.

All seemed small, then. Father, Nora, Bishamon’s comatose state, Kazune, the Heavens. The world, the Near and the Far Shores, it all was Yukine, Yukine, Yukine. Yato left Kazune hidden and teleported so fast as he felt like he was the dying one. He didn’t even have to ponder on releasing Yukine; it wouldn’t make a difference, he already had had the most... crucial flashbacks to his identity and final moments. He was crying, newspapers spread covering the living room’s floor, and was too out of it to react upon seeing Yato.

He gathered his kid into his arms and decided what was the fastest way to kill him.

(There wasn’t one. He had no weapon. He couldn’t use Kazune even if he had brought him along, because then he’d have to come up with an explanation to why Yukine was transforming into an ayakashi. For someone who fought so much to stay alive over the centuries, Yato really didn’t think this through.)

But Yukine stayed very much human.

Time passed and Yato felt the blond hair tickling his chin — not horns, not claws, not the ragged surface of wings —, Yukine’s rapid heartbeats still like an echo of his own, a boy’s shadow projecting behind him, the name persisting on his collarbone even with all the cracks. The gasping sounds his throat was making were nothing like a phantom’s deep timbre: his kid was his kid, although more lost than he could bear to watch.

When his old name escaped from his lips like a question, Yato just held him tighter.

“Yukine,” Yato murmured, “you’re Yukine.”

At some point, Yukine collapsed, sobs fading out. Yato answered some of his whispered questions of times long gone, memory after memory, and put him to sleep upstairs, as silent as he could, as if to not disturb his miracle.

Yukine should be gone.

Yato doesn’t understand. He almost doesn’t want to to know. Is it because he’s a blessed vessel, like Nana? Is it because even though he feels sad, he doesn’t wish to have his old life back, he doesn’t resent being dead anymore? Is it because nothing can really affect him worse than once being trapped by Heaven? Or Is Yukine’s abnormal strength something else entirely?

Maybe it’ll be a long time until he finds out. Maybe he won’t, ever, even after countless centuries. But if Yukine can stay with him, he doesn’t care.

“Hhhg,” Yukine’s groan startles him. “Yato?”

“Here,” he answers immediately, hand already reaching out. Just there, just in case, but Yukine’s eyes are closed and he stays still.

“I feel like,” his voice is hoarse, and it takes some time for words to form, “like I died twice.”

“You kinda did,” Yato swallows. “You got back your memories, your name and you’re here. I didn’t think this was even possible.”

“I don’t feel like I’m here.”

Yato’s heart tightens. “It’ll take you time to... get used to this. Two lives, one mind.”

“I don’t... I,” a sob muffles his words. “I’m so tired. Nothing I saw was good. Nothing I saw was fair. My... He..”

“I know,” he sighs. “I know, kiddo. But, please, you can’t let this get the best of you. You’re okay now, but... If you start having too many negative feelings, your body might give up on being human.”

Yukine cracks one eye open. “What do you mean?”

Yato tells him everything. The God’s Greatest Secret, what happened to Sakura, what should’ve happened to him. Then, his plan of tracking Nora to get to his dad and even about Kazune. At this, Yukine tries to get up to smack him on the head, but he trembles and lays down again.

“You have no idea how much I want to punch you,” he grumbles, even though Yato does have all the ideas. “Dumbass. But, yeah. I get it. You don’t want to use me for that.”

“I really, really don’t.”

��Isn’t Sekki your best option against Chiki now, though? I mean, it’s not like she can — “ Yukine’s eyes widen suddenly. “Shit. Shit. I forgot. You don’t know. There’s no Chiki. Your dad released Nora.”

“What.”

Yato feels his brain short-circuit. There’s no way his old man would do this, even if he found out about the tracker spell. He wasn’t afraid of Yato, that’s for sure. Would he sacrifice his most loyal and most powerful weapon in order to escape the Heavens? Once a shinki is released, the old master can’t name them a second time.

Then again, most rules don’t apply to his dad.

“Shit really hit the fan while you were gone,” Yukine glares at him. After a few seconds, his voice lowers as a slight blush spreads across his face. “Um. Yato.”

He blinks, fearing Yukine is about to ask something he doesn’t know how to answer. “What?”

“Is — is Kazune a better shinki than me?”

Ah. Yato smiles. He does know the answer to this.

“No one is.”

“Duh,” Yukine spats, but Yato can see — and feel — his relief. “I’m still gonna beat you to a pulp, though.”

“You can do whatever you want,” Yato means it. “Just stay with me. Please.”

His kid’s expression grows solemn. “I don’t plan on going anywhere.”

“Okay,” he nods. “Good. Me neither.”

Not for now, at least.

They share an uncomfortable silence after this, nothing but each other’s presence to ease their thoughts. Not for the first time, he wishes Hiyori was here, but it’s not fair for her to always have to comfort them, as if she’s the Goddess, after so much happened to her, after what she has already done to help.

After Yato’s mistakes.

“I...” Yukine’s voice trails off.

Yato knows his kid is working on some courage to say whatever is weighing on both of them—, a vicious feeling that has Yato’s weak on his knees even if he’s sitting —, so he waits.

“Is,” Yukine coughs, “is this why you kept me?”

“This...what?” He asks, not unkindly.

“You kept me even though I was killing you because you saw yourself in me,” they lock eyes. “Because of our fathers.”

Yato says nothing for a long time.

A bird flies into the room through the window and lands on Yukine’s nightlight.

“Bakagami,” Yukine calls. “It’s... it’s fine. I’m not mad. I mean. It’s what saved my ass, so it’s not like I can compl— ”

“It’s not that simple,” he interrupts.

“It’s... not?

“It was like that in the beginning, yeah.” He admits. “I wanted to give you something good here because of what I saw in your memories. But, then... Well. Stuff changed.”

“How so?” Yukine slowly moves to a sitting position. This time, he’s the one who reaches out, and Yato takes his hand with a small smile.

“After some of our misadventures, as I got to know you more and more... I realized I wanted you to have a good life this time no matter what had happened.” He says. “Even if you had been the happiest boy on Earth in your past life, I’d find a way to make you even happier with me.”

“Ah,” Yukine blinks, face coloring a little bit. “Yato...”

“You deserve it,” he insists. “Not just to make up for some violent past. You deserve to be happy because you are you.”

His grip on Yato’s hand tightens. “He didn’t think so.”

“Your father was —”, Yato swallows down a growl that belongs to Yaboku. “I’m not discussing his... actions. Just thinking of how he dared to — it makes me want to —”

“Hey,” Yukine whispers. “Breathe.”

“Sorry,” he clears his throat, but can’t make himself fake even the slightest of smiles. “Anyway. I’m... I’m sorry that you remember him now. I guess it’s okay if you think about it, but only if you don’t let it consume you, okay?”

“I’ll...try.”

“I’m gonna help ya,” he promises. ““I’ll be here to annoy you out of your bad thoughts. Whenever you feel like crying or whenever you can’t help but wonder what’s like to have an actual dad. I know the feeling.”

“I won’t,” Yukine all but snaps.

Yato hesitates. “It’s okay. There’ll be times when you’ll get sad— “

“Not that,” he rolls his eyes.

"Uh...? What, then?”

Under Yato’s questioning gaze, Yukine suddenly looks panicked. He mumbles something inaudible and dives into the covers again, hiding his face from view. Yato is baffled at the behavior and at the funny emotion squirming inside of him.

“Yukine?” He frowns, one hand above his heart. “What’s this? You okay?”

“I don’t have to.”

“You... don’t have to be okay. Yeah. Take your time. You can— “

He stops when he hears a muffled scream that sounds like, “clueless moron that can’t use his brain to save his life!”

“Hey,” Yato protests. “It has been just one year. I’m not fluent in teenager yet.”

“It's not like I don't know!” Yukine says, a bit too loud and a bit too quickly. “It’s not like I don’t know how a dad is supposed to be. I'm not exactly missing one with you here.”

With you here.

Yukine hides impossibly more under the blankets and at this point it must be hard to breathe, but Yato doesn’t remember how to move his arms to free him. His mouth hangs open, his eyes dance around the room without a spot to fixate on, his thoughts collide with each other in desperate need to make sense, one, two, three seconds pass and he chokes on whatever is that he tries to say.

“Yukine,” it’s the only word he can manage because it’s his favorite one.

He’s already lunging forward before his kid can try to say anything at all. The fall is soft, but Yukine lets out a little oooof that seems both happy and embarrassed, and Yato curls up around him, tugging on the blankets insistently.

“Not letting me look at your face, huh?” He snorts, pressing his forehead to where Yukine’s must be. “Punk.”

“Go. Away.”

“I can feel your smile through the fabric.”

“Maybe you’ll feel me kicking you on the balls through the fabric, too.”

“I love you.”

The feeling in Yato’s chest does a somersault.

“It’s definitely kicking time right now.”

Yukine doesn’t kick, or move, for a while. Neither does Yato. For the first time in his life, he’s not sad when he thanks Sakura for teaching him what love is.

#noragami #my writing #dad and son #I HAVE TOO MANY FEELINGS AND THAT'S HOW I COPE

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