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sashi-ya · 3 years

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Hi!! I just want to say that you're awesome and I love everything you write 💖 I would like to request a scenario with Yamato and female reader who has the same role as Hiyori, so reader is the daughter of Oden and Yamato son of Kaido... Normally they should be enemies but they are very attracted to each other. I hope this made sense 😇 with 14, 23, 45 from the spicy list and everything you want please! Thank you Sashi, take care! Sending you a hug ( ˘ ³˘)

Hi!! OMG of course!! This is my first time writing for him so I hope I get it right ♥ I love Yamato so much 🙈🙈🙈 I hope you enjoy this little (not so little) scenario darling!! Thank u for your cute words! ♥

NSFW ~ Yamato x F! Reader ~ Play That Melody For Me ~ [PART 1]

TW: HE/HIM pronouns used for Yamato (as it should be). Nipple play, oral sex, toys (strap on), face sitting, usage of alcohol, wet dreams.

WC: 1.9K

Tag list: @undercoverweeeb @mistyroselove @onepieceya (tagging you because you love Yamato :3)

There is a second part for this fic, read it here ♥

“My dear Tayu, Yamato, Son of Kaido is here” one of your helpers announces from behind the folding screen. The shadow of a tall man awaits you outside. “Son of Kaido, tch” you grunt, tightening the knot of your kimono strap around your waist...

You open the folds to appreciate your next “client”. There he is, long white hair, taller than anyone there, strong arms. You scan his whole body, from up and down. He smiles at you, yellow intense eyes fixed on yours.

“Please, come in” you tell him. He follows you inside. “Take a seat” you command. Yamato sits over a few cushions, crossing his legs. He ties his hair up in a ponytail, and when he does so, his clothes show a sideboob that it’s impossible for you to ignore.

“So, Mr. Yamato, what service would you like?” you ask him, trying to end this situation as soon as possible. The white haired man looks at you and smiles kindly. “Please, call me Oden”, he says.

You gasp and shut your eyes… Your blood boils. “Oden? Oden is my father and your bastard father killed him” you think and avoid shouting it by biting the inside of your mouth. Yamato notices your lack of words, and probably the fire in your eyes.

“Are you ok?” he asks. You shake your head, fighting between jumping and stabbing the man in front of you, or simply accepting his request. If you ever tell him the truth -especially to him-, Denjiro and you would have wasted almost twenty years and the plan to take down Kaido would be ruined.

“Ok, Oden... Tell me then, what’s the service?” you ask him again, choking back tears as you pronounce your dad’s name. He tilts his head and stands up. Yamato approaches you, brushing soft, slender fingers over your cheek. He lifts your chin up and stares into your soul for sure. “I don’t think you are ok right now; I will come back tomorrow” he says. You notice the gold shackles around his wrists and wonder why Kaido’s son has them.

You nod, out of words. You’d lie if you don’t find Yamato, not only intimidating, but also handsome as hell. The man that dares to act like your father leaves the room, but not before flashing you a sexy smile. His huge anatomy, then, disappears as he slides the paperlike door close.

Your legs turn weak, and you fall to the ground. Your knees hit the wooden floor under them, but it doesn’t hurt. Your heart does. “Why… Why me?” you say as warm tears run down your face.

Night comes, and you flop into bed, exhausted. You watch a bright half-moon shining on the dark blue sky of the night through the window. Sakura flowers falling like snow, dancing with the warm breeze of that summer, summer number nineteen… you only have to wait for the next summer… Mum's promise… Your eyelids fall and you slowly travel to the oneiric world.

Images of the despicable son of Kaido over you, his hands on your body. Cold metal feeling over your skin as his shackles rub your flesh. Your fingers tangled around white strands of hair. Your breathing accelerated.

You suddenly open your eyes. Panting, you only realized this was just a dream. “Just… a… dream…” you reassure yourself. Yet, your inner thighs feel wet. Your skin burns, your cheeks too. Heartbeats you can hear. Aroused.

Your fingers travel from your naked belly towards your underwear. You feel how wet that dream has made you. But quickly guilt hits you, hard. “What are you doing, (name)?” you say to yourself, taking your hand off your core. “He is your enemy, stop” ...

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“Mrs. Oiran… good morning!” a little pink haired girl wakes you up. She greets you with a big smile, laughing as always. “My darling!!” you say and snatch the little bean into your arms. You hug her, you love the little girl. “(Name)! Someone sent you something today! Hahaha” she informs you. “Oh, really? What is it?” you ask. The little girl stands up and runs towards a box decorated with the finest rice paper and some flowers. “Here! Open it!” she says.

The box holds a note that says, “I want you to play the "Tsukihime" melody for me today”. Tears sprout from your eyes, blurring your vision. Inside there is a new Shamisen. And despite being brand new, it looks exactly the same as the one she used to play when she was a little girl. The one that your father, Oden, gifted to you. The one that got burned when his father burned the castle. You hated the man with burning passion. Why does he have to call himself like your dad, why did he have to give you that exact same shamisen as a present… Why from all the songs in the world, he had to choose your father’s favourite melody?... Why does he have to be so handsome?...

And the afternoon is here, and he is too. Again the shadow of your enemy. He is there, behind the paper folding screen, waiting for you… You look through your window, Kyoshiro -Denjiro- looks up to you from the entrance of the Okiya. His sleepy eyes beg for you to bear with it just a little longer. He knows how difficult this is for you, he really knows.

The voice of that man pulls you out from the unspoken connection you have with your friend and protector. You don’t turn around; you just move your head to your shoulder. You feel him approaching you. “Did you like my gift?” he asks, whispering softly near your ear. It’s insane how much his simple presence can make you weak, confused, aroused.

“I did, thank you my Sir” you lie. “Please, play that song for me” he asks. You turn around, looking up at his face. He looks at you, fixing once again his golden eyes on yours. The tension between your bodies is so strong, your skin burning.

You take your gaze off him, grab the instrument, and sit on your turquoise cushion. He does the same in front of you. Your skilled fingers start playing the cords, the melody from your childhood resonates all around the room. Yamato enjoys the notes of such beautiful song. “I wanted to hear this for so long… it is just amazing” he says, as if it was the first time, he was hearing the melody…

Soon, the melody stops. You wait for him to speak, but he doesn’t. So you take the lead. “So.. Do you want me to play another song?” you ask. But he is lost in your body. Yamato approaches you; his soft thumb grazes your lip. You gasp, something feels fancier on your core. Yet, you take your head off to the side. He is your enemy, how are you supposed to be with the son of the man that killed your dad?... but your thoughts got interrupted…

Yamato grabbed your chin and aligned it with his mouth. Soft tender lips over yours, his tongue separating yours. You can’t resist, you don’t want to resist. You want him…

Gently, your back hits the cushion. Yamato straddling over you, white strands of hair falling on each side of your face. The sound of the cuffs he has on his wrists hitting the wooden floor around you.

Lustful sights on each other, your hands travel through his back. He kisses you again, your tongues dance around. His hand little by little sliding the side of your kimono off, until your breasts get completely exposed to him.

Yamato’s mouth traces a path from your lips to your neck, and then lowering until it reaches your breasts. His hands squeeze gently the flesh of your tits, his lips rub your hard nipples. You moan, feeling a mix of lust and guilt, but you don’t stop him.

The son of Kaido deliciously sucks your sensitive nipples, he nibbles and pulls from them. You squirm at the sensation; the pleasure he makes you feel slowly fades the hate…

Yamato stretches his arm to reach for the sakazuki of sake you have served on the side. He lets the alcohol drip over your chest. The cold drops of it make your skin react with little spasms. Your lover licks every drop from your chest, the dry taste of the sake mixed with your skin makes Yamato relish at such a delicious flavour.

His lips lowers and lowers, until they get to your belly button. He traces a circle around it, you whine and extend your arm. Your fingers around his long hair. He grunts. His tongue finally gets to your core.

“I love your taste” he mumbles. You just babble in response, as his skilful tongue makes wonders with your sex. “So tasty, so wet” ...

Your inner thighs get bruised with the horns of his head, as your legs try to close due to the intense stimulation. But that’s not enough, not for him, not for you.

On the verge of an orgasm, Yamato stands up. He walks towards his bag and brings a strap on. Black phallic figure that hangs from a red string. Red string that he quickly ties around his hip bones after letting his clothes slide to the ground.

You wait for him to pound into you with your legs spread open and your eyes scanning such an amazing body. You call him with a beckoning finger. He smiles, sexily and approaches you.

The cold material of the strap on gets damped in your arousal, as he rubs it up and down your sex. “Yamato, fuck me” you beg. He flinches at that name but doesn’t pressure you to call him Oden… and then, he penetrates you, sliding inside, so deep, and steady.

Your nails carve the skin of his back, his breasts fall over your face as he thrusts you. Your tongue stuck out grazing his nipples. Both of you moan, whine, enjoy.

And your orgasm inevitably arrives, and you come shouting his name. Your head thrown back; your mandible hurts from sucking his hard nipples. And even if you were exhausted, there is no time to waste. Is Yamato’s turn to come, and you are an expert in such practices.

“Why don’t you sit on my face?” you command him. “Are you sure?” he asks, aware of his huge anatomy. “Please, I wanna get suffocated under those thighs” you tell him, and he does not think any further. Soon his sex is over your mouth, and you enjoy every single part of his core. You suck, lick, taste his arousal, until Yamato comes squirming over your countenance.

Both of you lay over the cushions on the floor, admiring the sakura petals rain over the city through the window. He caresses your body, and softly tells you “I’m sorry if I asked you to call me Oden…”. You don’t really understand why he says such a thing… Does he know who you are? “What do you mean?” you ask. “I know who you are, (name)” he whispers, low enough for just you to hear it.

You stand up, scared. “How… how do you know my name?” you tell him. “I have your dad’s diary… that’s why I asked the only person that knows how to play that melody to do it for me… I’m on your side, Princess..." ♥ ~

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pillow-anime-talk · 2 years

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i love girls month ; sixteenth day.

synopsis: You finally got a day off and you were going to do one great NOTHING.

# tags: scenario; friendship; day off!au; chilling; lazy day; you’ll want to go to sleep after reading this; games, netflix, snacks; gossip; pure fluff; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. saiko yonebayashi {tokyo ghoul}

author’s note: this scenario is literally me (sometimes)

You and Saiko were in the middle of the third Netflix movie; previously you watched ‘My Neighbor Totoro’, then ‘Hotarubi no Mori e’, and now the second episode of the currently broadcast series ‘Spy x Family’ was on the big TV in the blue-haired bedroom. During each anime, you ate various types of snacks, both sweet, such as Oreo cookies or chocolate, and the more salty ones, such as paprika chips or those flavored with cottage cheese.

Despite simple, even boring spending time, you guys had a really good night. For the last four hours (including making a fort with pillows, watching and, of course, making food) you were talking all the time, and the background productions were just an addition; you gossiped about your work, colleagues, superiors, problems in the city, ghouls, your families and relationships.

At 9 p.m., twenty-one-year-old and then you went to take a quick but warm shower. Next, you both made some fresh tea and ordered a pizza, and then the Netflix account was disabled. Instead of the characteristic black and red icon, other colors appeared on the screen – those symbolizing Xbox and one of your favorite game.

First you played ‘Mario Kart’, then you did a few missions in ‘GTA V’, and at the very end, around three in the morning, the image of ‘Genshin Impact’ appeared on the screen of a thin black TV screen.

Somewhere in the meantime, you ate all your pizza, drank three fruit juices and two enormous cups of black tea with lemon and raspberry juice, and opened two more packets of chips and shortbread cookies with jam.

The room was a bit stuffy and really dark, but neither of you had the strength to open the window or turn on the lamp standing near the bed. Instead, you just turned off the television at one point and rinsed your mouth with water from a bottle on the nightstand. You also didn’t have the strength to brush your teeth or your hair, but it was understandable. After all, it was almost six in the morning, and you spent the entire previous day and this night in front of the TV and fatty food. Of course, you didn’t regret anything, you could say that it was one of the better days of your life, but fortunately or unfortunately the dream struck you more than Childe during the last fight with him.

“... Mm... When do you think we’’l get another day off?” You asked in a sleepy tone of voice, hugging one of the soft, colorful pillows lying on Saiko’s huge bed.

“Oh. I don’t know, but I hope it will be soon. I would like to watch something else or play more. One game is coming out soon and...” She started softly, but after a while you heard her breathing slow down and there was a blissful silence in the room.

You immediately followed in your friend’s footsteps, completely forgetting to set your alarm clock – but well, at most your mentor, Haise, will get a little upset (but hopefully not).

previous day ; iki hiyori from noragami ♡ next day ; kiyoko kirigiri from danganronpa

#— 👠#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul imagines #tokyo ghoul scenarios #tokyo ghoul x reader #tokyo ghoul x you #tokyo ghoul x y/n #tokyo ghoul:re #tokyo ghoul:re imagines #tokyo ghoul:re scenarios #tokyo ghoul:re x reader #tokyo ghoul:re x you #tokyo ghoul:re x y/n #saiko yonebayashi #saiko yonebayashi imagines #saiko yonebayashi scenarios #saiko yonebayashi x reader #saiko yonebayashi x you #saiko yonebayashi x y/n

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oneofyatosfollowers · 4 years

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Yatori Week Day 3- Moon/Cutting Ties

@yatoriweek2020

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25401826/chapters/61709410

Fanfic: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13648502/1/Yatori-Week-2020

The sun was low in the sky when Yato got the call. The three of them just got done with an early dinner, Hiyori treating Yato and Yukine to ramen. Even with their laughter cutting out, the mood was still light as Yato listened to the wish of the human on the other end. The happy air shifted as Yato's voice lost it's cheer, Hiyori and Yukine looked at him while he repeated words of understanding.

"Uh-huh. Yeah. Yeah, okay that's- uh-huh. Okay," Yato crossed his arms with an unimpressed tone, "Uh-huh. I think it would be best if I come talk to you in person. Okay? Okay, give me a sec."

"What is it?" Yukine stepped forward. Covering the phone's receiver, Yato looked at the boy with a grimace.

"I'm not exactly sure, but it sounds bad."

"Bad?" Hiyori repeated, "Like an emergency?"

"No not like that," Yato kept his eyes on Yukine, "I mean like, emotionally bad? I think it's a bad relationship." He stressed certain words that had Yukine swallowing.

"Is she hurt?" Yukine asked with panic lacing his voice.

"No, no, no not like that! I think we just need to cut her ties? But I won't know until I investigate. I just don't like the idea of you-"

"-I'm coming," Yukine deadpanned, "You promised we would handle everything together from now on; no matter what it is." The sentence hung in the air for a moment before it dropped with Yato's sigh.

"Alright, kiddo," Yato gave a smile, "you want to come too, Hiyori?"

"If you don't mind," Hiyori said. Their relationship was the strongest it's ever been but if this job was treading on old wounds, she felt it would be best to be there just in case.

Yato teleported them to a poorer neighborhood, the small house in front of them dirty and chipped. There was a distinct smell in the air, one that Hiyori couldn't identify, she felt her body clench as Yato and Yukine walked up to the door like they owned the place. Knocking on the door, Yato flinched back violently when a large dog barked, scaring Hiyori.

"It's next door," Yukine said quickly, already stepping close to Yato with a glare at the neighbors. The shiki squirmed as Yato knocked again, this time harder.

After a couple seconds, and several locks unlocking, the door was pulled open. A woman peaked out, shoulder-length brown hair a bit frazzled, asking who they were. She eyed Hiyori with equal surprise until Yato made himself known.

"Did you call a god?" He asked. Her eyes got wide and she insisted they come inside, locking every lock behind them. The house was small on the inside, as clean as it could be with the lack of stuff that was in it. They followed the young woman to an empty living room, Hiyori chose to stand as Yato and Yukine knelt on the carpet across from her. She couldn't have been too much older than Hiyori was.

"I-I need your help," the woman said after clenching her fists, "I want to run away from someone? But he keeps finding me. Can you make it so he won't bother me anymore? Or-or something?" She rambled, looking pleadingly at Yato afterwards.

"We do not kill," Yukine growled at the woman, "or attack humans." He glared at the woman with deep disdain, even as Yato put a hand up to quiet him. Something dark and sinister crossed the woman's features, lacing in with her offense and fear.

"But-! He keeps- I, I mean I didn't say you had to! Just-! Scare him? Threaten him! He doesn't believe me when I do it, I thought a god would be more terrifying!" She pointed an accusing finger at Yato who was watching her silently. Hiyori came forward to place her hands on Yukine's shoulders.

It worried Hiyori that the woman was holding her stomach like she might vomit. She was practically boiling, her hands musing her hair as her eyes were wild with desperation. Nothing was happening but Yukine's denial had her shaking and on the verge of hysteria. But there wasn't a phantom in sight.

"Yato," Hiyori looked at the god with worry, but for who she didn't know. All she knew is that Yato would do something to help like he always did.

"Okay I can do that." Yato said. The room quieted as he stood, all eyes on him as he looked the woman up and down one more time. Hiyori followed as Yukine hastily got up to stand close to his master, both slightly behind him as they looked between the god and the believer.

"You," the woman swallowed, "you can?" She gave a shaky, empty smile, shuffling forward on her knees as he looked at him with desperation.

"I can," Yato reassured her in a soft but sure voice. They watched the woman release a large breath, folding in on herself and wrapping her arms around her body.

"Thank you," she hushed.

"I recommend you think about your next move," Yato's eyes flickered down then back to hers, "for both your sakes'." With that, he left the woman sniffling as he walked out of the house, Hiyori and Yukine scurrying after him. After she shut the door, Hiyori turned to see Yato and Yukine bent together in a conversation. Picking her way across the broken-glass littered yard, Hiyori walked up to them.

"What are you going to do? You're not actually going after him, are you?" Hiyori asked them.

"No," Yato glanced quickly at Yukine then back to her, "I'll look to see if he's a bigger problem after I handle this."

"We're cutting ties." Yukine said.

"Cutting ties?" Something in Hiyori jolted at the idea. It was something she's seen them do on a couple occasions. Something they were able to do fairly nonchalantly to patch up a person's heart.

But recently the idea pleaded Hiyori. It made her eyes hot and a voice tighten around her heart. He did it so effortlessly, and the effects were immediate. It didn't take much time from Hiyori to put two and two together, the man- whatever he did- clearly forced the woman to make a difficult choice. She still didn't want to hurt him, just to free herself from a painful burden.

"Is that for the best?" Hiyori wondered out loud as Yato teleported them to her neighborhood. The place was like a safe-haven compared to where the young woman with brown hair now stayed huddled alone.

"Yes," Yato said, "I know you couldn't see it but their ties are becoming tainted with negative emotions. Think of the old lady with the bracelet, except in this case the curse is coming from a person, not a bracelet. And the toll is on her emotional state, not on her physical health. Due to the fact that it's a curse, and a tie, it's best to wait until nighttime and take care of it while she's sleeping."

"Just like we did with the old lady," Yukine added.

"How come?" Hiyori asked.

"Because it's easier for me to see ties at night," Yato revealed, "the curse will show itself at night just like last time, but the actual string of fate is illuminated by the moon." He spoke in that ancient way he did when he discussed his abilities and things of the far shore. Hiyori hummed and nodded. It made sense, and made her feel much better, but something still tugged at her as they approached her front door.

"It's okay, Hiyori." Yato stepped forward, stopping her as she opened the door. Looking back, a genuine smile was back on his face and his voice was carefree. It washed away her worries like they were nothing.

"This really is for the best, the curse had very little hope of getting better. Plus, it's totally painless! She'll feel a lot better in no time at all!" Yato tried to reassure her.

"Besides, she's better off without a guy like that in her life anyway," Yukine crosses his arms, "much better." The boys agreed with each other, missing the way Hiyori faltered. Her eyes lingered on Yato as he praised his son before even doing anything, giving out hugs and noogies with a smile. She quickly plastered on a smile when Yato turned his grin to her. It was hard to stay upset when it came to him.

"We'll see you after it's done!" Yato said.

"Tomorrow. Not immediately after, in the middle of the night." Yukine spoke to Yato who just rolled his eyes. Being tugged away by his kid, Yato waved goodbye to Hiyori which she returned. She shut the door quietly behind her, walking into her home with a weight in her chest.

Something nagged in the back of Hiyori's mind well into the night. She tossed and turned under the covers, the crescent moon in the sky still bright enough to have a glowing hue while she glared at it. Cutting ties wasn't a big of a deal to her until she found out the consequences of the aftermath, especially when it came to her loved ones.

Hiyori shot out of bed. "Loved ones?" Of course she cared deeply about her far-shore friends, Yato and Yukine in particular, but that term came out of nowhere. She felt herself blush, there was one person in particular that would be affected by cutting her ties. One person that came to mind when she thought about her loved ones. Despite her warm face, something cold settled in her stomach and bubbled up to her throat.

For a moment, Hiyori found herself mourning the fact she can no longer leave her body, something she's been doing a lot nowadays. Thankfully, a certain god promised her happiness and had the ability to teleport. One text and a phone call later, Yato was standing in the middle of her room. The light from the moon shadowing his front so that it blended in with his hair, blue eyes gleaming like stars up close.

"Hiyori?" Yato stepped towards her, "Is something wrong?" He sounded worried, and after her eyes adjusted his face portrayed exactly that. She breathed a sigh of relief at the- familiar- sight of him, smiling at the sight of his matching pajamas.

"I am, um." Hiyori suddenly felt incredibly silly. This was all because she was worrying herself over something Yato only brought up one time. There was really no reason to call him here over the fact that she was somehow hurting her own feelings. Still, she wanted to know.

"Did you cut her ties?" Hiyori turned to sit on the edge of her bed, watching Yato stop shifting from foot to foot.

"Ah, yes," Yato sat criss-cross in front of her with a sigh, "The curse was hardly anything, we purified it and Yukine said a nice little spell to help her calm down and heal. Once the sun comes up the broken ties will dissipate completely along with any remnants of the negative emotions." He stared at her the whole time he talked. Her own eyes looking at her hands in her lap.

"And," Hiyori whispered to the moon, "her memories?" She felt him tense, swallowing as he took a moment to respond.

"Gone," his voice raw, "she might get a sense of presque vu, but nothing lasting. They were never that strong to begin with." Yato took in her troubled face, her distressed boy language, with sick comfort. Guilt wheeled up in him and he shook it off. Now was not the time to be selfish, but he couldn't think of what to say. They were both humans and it's his job to make humans happy.

"What about ours?" Hiyori exclaimed.

"What do you mean?"

"Our ties," Hiyori leaned towards him, "what about our ties? Are they strong?" She pressed her lips together as she looked at him with desperation. Yato's eyes grew wide, she was so close he could smell her shampoo. He had to fight getting lost in her brown eyes, deep and full of raw emotion.

"They're strong," Yato breathed in his daze, "so strong." He felt that was because of her, because ties gods made with humans weren't nearly as strong as the other way around. Because she was fierce and resilient and she wanted to be with him. He wanted to be with her too, the idea of cutting any of her ties left a sour taste in his mouth. Unless it was for her protection, her happiness.

"It's tough to cut strong bonds and the damage is much more painful," Yato continued. This human made him want to confess everything to her, things that weren't for humans to know, things that are selfish for him to say. She looked so beautiful, the moonlight illuminated her smooth skin and flushed cheeks, pink like her lips. He already felt himself leaning forward. Hiyori stayed still, her troubles not completely soothed.

"I don't want you to cut them," Hiyori said.

"I know."

"You won't, right?"

"That I can't say."

"But I don't want it!" Hiyori burst, "I don't care what happens, when I said I want to be with you forever I meant it! Till the end, no matter what, okay?" It was hard to stay quiet with her feelings bubbling up like they were. He was right in front of her, so close she could smell him in her human form and feel the warmth radiating off him.

"Hiyori," He breathed. Yato's cheeks were as bright as hers were but she couldn't find it in her stop.

"Please," she hiccuped to hold in tears, "I won't be happy unless I'm with you I-I love you." Hiyori's confession was whispered to the moon. She didn't quite process her words, instead focusing on blinking away tears that never came. It wasn't until her fingers hit something, until Yato's hand's were in her lap and wrapping around her own, that it hit her. Hiyori's head whipped up to gape at Yato. There was a gentle, soft smile gracing his features as he watched his fingers lace with her own.

"I love you too," Yato said simply, like it was the easiest, most obvious thing in the world and they said to each other every day. He looked up at her with a small laugh, clearly happy but still unsure. The red of her face spread to her neck as she tried to force something out only to come out with nothing.

"I won't cut our ties, Hiyori," Yato promised as he shifted to his knees. The way he squeezed her hand grounded her, Hiyori calmed down as Yato pressed his forehead to hers. Even with embarrassment flooding her, she felt a giddy smile growing across her lips. Yato loved her too!

"I want to make them stronger," she wished.

"Oh yeah?" Yato drawled. He raised off his heels and pressed against her forehead, making her giggle as she fell back onto her bed.

"Yato, wait!" Hiyori gasped as he crawled on top of her. Placing his hands on either side of her, Yato looked down at her with his cat-like grin.

"You know kissing would really help strengthen our relationship," Yato said as he leaned down. Smiling, Hiyori tilted her lips up to meet his and let him strengthen their bond again and again. She didn't see the string- a vibrant red in the moonlight- being woven stronger than ever before.

#noragami #noragami fanfic #noragami fanfiction #yatori #yatori week #yatori week 2020 #yato #Hiyori Iki #iki hiyori #hiyori #yukine #yatogami

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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 5 years

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Kira (11)

CHAPTER 11: A Walk in Dahlia

Loki x fem!Reader (Kira)

Series: Will contain fluff, smut, bloodshed, violence, anxiety, tears and the cries of my wilted soul.

Chapter content: just know this was supposed to happen.

Warnings: You might not like where this is seemingly heading

Word count: This week has been overwhelming. My grandmother passed away this Monday. She went away peacefully. Home feels different now.

MASTERLIST & Taglist in bio, my love

It's a warm kiss.

The touch of the first rays of sun entering the bedroom, that is. Your exposed neck is an open field for those golden specks of radiating waves to dance on, washing away the crispness of last night's frost.

Last night.

And with one tiny intrusion of that snakeling of thought, your mind is travelling to last night, travelling through the frames of bits and pieces- the new stranger, the dance, the conversation with Stark, the little girl, the uninvited opinions, harsh words in the dark, Loki.

Loki.

Your eyes go wide open to search for him when images of last night's anxiety-ridden figure of your boss rile up your mind. And just as you open them, you see his face right next to yours.

It takes a couple of moments and a virtual nag to the accelerated heartbeat to realise you fell asleep on the settee next to the bed last night when you'd thought of sitting next to him in case he had another attack. In your experience, there was always a good chance for such a thing to happen when you were at your most vulnerable. Last night, it was Loki in your presence, at the edge of the cliff.

His head rests in the over fluffed pillow, almost covering half of his face from where you look. The fine lines he usually carries with him on his forehead are gone. A spectrum of serenity shrouds him now, his face glowing in the secondary sunlight while his breaths are easy. His lips barely open, the softest of pink colour enticing you to keep looking at them as your mind wanders off behind the lines that should not be crossed, your conscience trying to find out what it would be like to have your lips- when they are not crusty- cross path with his.

Loki stirs to make your heart come right into your mouth. But he is still deep in slumber, leaving you free to breathe once again.

My imagination will be the death of me some day, you wonder before quietly trying to creep out of the blanket over you.

Wait.

I didn't have a blanket last night?

And with the realisation that comes to pass with this, you feel your cheeks and neck burn, giving your wild mind a free pass to run down the hall screaming at the thought of Loki taking care of you.

Relax, you try to shout into the hall, it's just a freaking blanket!

But your mind is as lush as you have given it the freedom to be. And once the freedom has been given, it is next to impossible to ever get it back.

Cursing, you get up, trying not to look at that serene face- and failing- as you make your way outside, bumping into the door frame twice.

It is getting harder to breathe as Loki tries to make his way through the thickness of this dark forest surrounding him. No matter how fast he runs, the sound of footsteps does not recede, forcing him to keep going till he hits a clearing.

"What are you looking at, boy," the familiar one-eyed figure barks at him, "there is nothing for you here. No one can save you now."

Something inside Loki breaks again and starts walking away when he hears his mother call out to him.

"Loki, my son," she begs but never steps towards him, standing right next to her husband.

Loki blinks at her, his eyes begging more than anything. The eerie footsteps sound again, forcing him to leave with more questions, his weary body being dragged away by a weary soul. It feels like hours before he hears voices in that maze of a forest. And just as he lands in the nearest clearing, the footsteps following him stop. There are no more sounds except for his heavy breathing and the cracking of fire torches kept by the edges of the clearing.

"He's alone," a voice comes from a figure standing near his left, a face he cannot make out, "he can't run anywhere for any kind of help."

No matter how hard Loki tries to focus on the faces that are gathered there, he cannot recognise a single one of them.

"Exploit it," announces another figure.

His feet drag him away from the edge towards the centre of the clearing where a group stands huddled together to witness something.

"It will be easy to break away the threads."

This voice, he recalls. It is the voice of the man he met yesterday.

And with surety, he looks at the face, to watch his eyes land on the features of Billy Russo looking right at him with red threads intertwined between his fingers.

"He did not work that hard on them, you see," Billy points out directly to Loki, who watches the man give one strong jerk to his hands to move apart, watching the threads break in a flash.

"It will be easy to undo the knots," Billy continues.

But Loki is no longer looking at him. His flaring green eyes are stuck on the wooden casket that lies right in the middle of the clearing- the wood adorned with carvings of every type of flower there is.

"It's not that hard," Billy is just white noise now that Loki is stepping towards the casket with measured steps, "just taking away one thread. Just like you did a few years ago?"

The top is glass, reflecting in the single ray of sunlight that has struggled to find its way till that very surface.

"A thread for a thread," Billy whispers in the blurred background when Loki stands by the casket.

"A head... for a head," the whisper changes from the voice of Billy to a more ominous presence; the voice that is the root of his nightmares.

There is a gasp for much-needed air as Loki's eyes open with seas of shock and horror, his limbs move him to sit up and find him in bed. In a chalet. In a resort. There is no bizarre forest, neither any unsettling groups surrounding him. Just a sweet sound of birds from outside the door that has a small painted window bringing in multiple soft hues of the risen sun. The breaths are steady now. So is the mind. Loki moves his fingers through his hair, taking them all back before pausing to look beside him at the empty unkempt settee.

Kira.

"Kira?" He calls out for her, hoping she's in the kitchenette. Or the shower. But there is no answer.

He gets up, walks to the bathroom door, knocks on it before entering. No one. The basin still has droplets of water lining up in no periodic fashion, telling him she woke up just a while ago.

She better have gone to get me breakfast.

His face washed and his mouth brushed, he looks in the mirror and feels a cold current go down his spine when the face of Billy Russo flashes in front of him in the mirror. Loki knows not much of this man. And he does not like not knowing about people. Without a second thought, he walks out into the bedroom, grabs the blue jacket lying on the drawer next to his set of keys and walks out of the chalet, shutting the door behind him.

"It's a Ladybug!"

The cackles of a child fill the fresh and crisp morning with warmth.

Loki has finally spotted you in the greenery of the land that goes as far as the eyes can see, sitting down on the grass with a little girl he had seen last night. What was her name again? Hiyori, he recalls. Adachi Hiyori. Daughter of Adachi Eiichiro and Adachi Megumi.

He sighs, wondering what bug bit the woman named Kira to be playing with the daughter of the most influential family in Japan like a five-year-old.

"It tickles!" you chortle, watching the child laugh at the possibility of an adult wriggling on the touch of a ladybug to her neck.

"Hiyori!" her mother calls out from the nearest building with a pleasant smile, "come let's have breakfast!"

You get up and help the little one, getting rid of the bits of grass sticking to her PJs as she helps you get rid of yours, making your giggle once again.

"Would you and your partner like to join us for breakfast?"

Loki doesn't even lie to himself when he admits he is surprised that the lady of House Adachi actually considered that question before speaking it out loud.

"Of course," he smiles back, watching you pick Hiyori to help her get over the little cemented footstep before coming to stand near Loki. It is only when she is leading the way does he realise that he did not realise the 'partner' thing sooner.

"'Morning," you greet Loki with a smile. "Ohayo Gozaimas, Megumi-san," you greet Megumi with a bow, making her eyes light up.

"Ohayo, Kira-san," Megumi reciprocates, showing her perfect-teeth smile for the first time. "Come join us for breakfast!"

"Ah! There you are!"

The smile that had been hovering on Loki's lips vanishes as he blinks and looks ahead to watch Tony sauntering towards you and your company with Pepper and Rhodey.

"Adachi!" He announces. "Tony," Megumi greets back with a smile before hugging Rhodey and Pepper.

"Look at us," Tony points both his hands at himself as he addresses everyone, "ready to run the world in our PJs! Right, Hiyori?"

"Kira found me a ladybug, uncle Tony!" Hiyori responds with a jump as she takes your hand in hers, making you feel like a chosen one for this precious child.

"Wow!" Tony acknowledges with a gasp fit to make a child feel pride in sharing their latest adventure. "Come on, then. Let's eat before we catch some more bugs. Nice jacket by the way."

You look at the blue jacket Tony is pointing at, the one Loki wears, and that smile on your face gets the company of your furrowed brows to go with them on the road to confusion. "That's my jacket," you mutter a little too loud before looking up towards Loki, who- it seemed- is having the same revelation as you.

"Whose jacket?" Tony asks, his brows reaching the heavens for an answer from Loki, while Pepper and Rhodey drag him inside.

"I almost didn't recognise you because of your Pikachu PJs."

There is a ringing going down your entire body when you turn around and face the man who was bold enough to ask you to dance with him in front of a crowd of elites.

"Mr Russo," you try to clear your still sleepy throat, "h-hi."

"Please, call me Billy," he pleads with his dark eyes and a tender smile.

"Yeah, I thought for a change I'd try sleeping in these than those really comfortable gowns," you blurt out, your heart running a race, heating your skin wherever it could. Billy's laugh doesn't help.

"I'm..." you point to the table where Tony's family along with the Adachis and Loki sit. He gives the table one look before making way for you.

Loki watches you coming towards the table, a hint of worry followed by relief as you sit down next to him. He clearly doesn't appreciate what follows.

"I never in my dreams could have imagined to meet the business tycoon themselves," Billy declares as he sits down the corner next to you, making Tony's chest rise a little with pride and flattery. "Miss Potts, I am a fan," Billy continues, leaving Tony high and dry, and Loki- for once- happy to have witnessed this first hand.

"Aren't you the same Billy Russo who runs a private military corporation?" Pepper doesn't even acknowledge the flattery, getting straight to the man's business, making you laugh on the inside as you eat your sandwich- something that does not go unnoticed by Loki.

"Indeed, I am," he nods, "Anvil Corp has been my dream for quite some time."

"A private band of armed men who charge the government and the rich quite the amount to do their dirty work for them. I don't think inspiration is what you feel when you look at me, Russo."

That man only smiles. "Trust me, Miss Potts. You do. I have yet to see any other human make such a mark along with a huge dent in the images of those greedy corporations who exploit the ones in need. My company works in a similar manner, if not the same. We take from the rich and provide the ones in need."

Billy goes on about his work, never winning Pepper over, though she appreciates the effort he's putting in while Tony is busy showing Hiyori how to make a smiley face with her pancakes. You, on the other hand, are playing with the dosa on your plate, making little twirly flowers around your finger from the crispy salted crepe while unconsciously trying to move your neck sideways and wincing when it aches.

"What's wrong?"

Loki's whisper makes you turn to face him. And much to your (positive) surprise, you haven't realised until now how close you two are sitting next to each other to have his scintillating eyes look right through you. It takes you more than a moment, really, to come back to your senses from that ocean harbouring a dark pit filled with countless mysteries right at the centre.

"Nothing," you finally find it in you to speak, tucking your hair behind your ear, trying to keep your trembling fingers busy. But you can sense his unsatisfied gaze from the corner of your eyes, forcing you to eat whatever's on your plate, having to eat without the hunger rather than ask him if he was feeling okay today.

"-but all was not unfruitful," you catch the last bit of Billy and Pepper's conversation. "I got to meet Kira."

If your insides could scream, the glass wall behind you would definitely be in ruins by now.The knowing stares from your hosts doesn't help you pulsating veins either.

"I'm getting some juice. Would anyone like some juice? No? Okay." Without so much as another word, you pick up your plate, dump the little bits left in the trash can and place it in the cart before taking a glass of orange juice and walking out of the club.

"Hey, you sure I can come over?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"Sure your boss won't mind?"

"He invited you to his house. I am pretty sure he won't mind."

"Okay, cool. Leave a spare key for me, will ya?"

"Sure! See ya."

Placing your phone on the desk and grasping your thumping neck, you walk upstairs with Loki's dry cleaned suit for the night.

A light knock on the door and you twist the knob. "Sir? Your suit."

No answer.

You let the door open and hear the shower running, making it easier to walk inside without holding your breath. "I'm keeping your suit on the bed," you announce, making sure he knows you are in his room.

"Thanks," comes his reply as the bathroom door opens behind you, making you jump and turn and watch Loki enter the space in a towel wrapped around his waist. That's it. Nothing more.

You know it is rude to look at the bare surface still decorated with water while the vapours visibly rise from the hot skin. You know it is rude to try to read those old scars running across his chest. You know it is rude to stare further down just because you don't want to stare at the very visible sculpture of perfectly created God in front of you. But still, you do, before finding your scattered brain snorting in the vanilla and Japanese wild spices rising in the hot air around you.

You turn around, your neck and ears not being able to take the heat anymore.

"Before you go," Loki interrupts your hasty steps, "your assistant sent some of your mails on my address. Go through them and do whatever you want to do with them." That is all he says before taking his suit inside the bathroom, closing the door halfway and leaving the room to you.

Loki's laptop sits open on the bed. You reach for it and sit down on the soft mattress, keeping the device in your lap and facing away from the bathroom door.

It's Nina.

That woman has been mailing everything to Loki's address instead of yours. The files on Anvil Corp, Eiichiro and Megumi. Even the latest reports that are supposed to be run through you before reaching Loki. What has this woman been doing? To answer your question, you find few of the latest mails. You open the oldest of them and have to immediately find the back button and the will to rinse your memory of the nude picture of her that you just saw.

"Oh God," escapes you as you question your eyes. And that laptop.

Maybe it was someone else. Yes, it was definitely someone else.

You hesitate but open the mail above that, finding an apology for the last mail sent to your boss, addressed as 'it was meant for someone else.' You automatically give her the benefit of doubt until you see that mail addressed to Loki. Along with the rest.

Blimp!

Another mail arrives. From Nina. You open it and see another picture where she has left nothing to the imagination, forcing your hands to use too much brute force to shut the lid.

"Anything import-"

"They were not for me," you declare hastily, getting up from where you sit when you turn around to face- a fully clothed- him. Loki doesn't understand.

"They're...they're private messages," you try to make him understand without wanting to look him in the eye, "...for you."

It doesn't take much for Loki to understand when he registers in the change in colour on your face and your legs continuously shifted your weight between them.

"Delete them."

That's it. That's all he says as he closes the top buttons of his shirt in front of the mirror.

You stand there partially dumbfounded at the authoritative energy he radiates. How many times has he been sent nudes before? And you answer your own question as your mind mentally stretches its hands to point at the human magnet standing in front of you. The messages are deleted without much thought then.

"I would suggest that you have a word with her. If she's a good employee I won't see any reason why she shouldn't keep working," Loki assures, letting the silk of the black-tie slide across his collar, "of course, provided she does not make such errors in her judgment again."

The struggle is real. Loki's struggle with that tie. The soft fabric has been gliding much more than required whenever he wants to set the ends right. The smaller end has been sitting in his fingers waiting to be put to use till it starts bugging your patience.

"Here, let me," you take a step towards him, ignoring the rise in his single brow as you try to take the black fabric from his hands.

"I'm sure I can handle a tie on my own," he suggests.

"Yeah, well the event starts in ten minutes and with the amount of patience you have, it'll be a miracle if we reach in another hour."

You have no idea where this unknown flair of audacity has risen from inside you. Maybe it's the heat of embarrassment reaching your functioning brain- or whatever's left of it- or maybe it's the idea of just shutting him up for once. Maybe it's something else entirely. Loki just stands there watching your fingers gently shrugging his away and taking charge. The fabric is tugged lightly before the smaller side is made the centre of gravity and the ritual is started.

"What is it."

"What?"

"Something has been bothering you since morning, Kira."

"Whaat? No."

"..."

"Kira."

You tsk and wrap the fabric. "Alright. Fine. Yes, something's been bothering me. You. You've been bothering me since morning. No. Now you've invited this. So now you'll listen. I know you won't talk about it with me. But whatever happened yesterday isn't something you just ignore. I won't. They will be at the event today as well. If it were me, I wouldn't like to stand within twenty feet of their presence. You're not me. So I won't even suggest that."

You do not look up for a generous amount of time, fearing some verbal spat to start from those ferocious, inflicted green eyes. But when you do, you see a smile.

"Is that concern for me I hear?"

You sexy son of a bitch.

That smirk nearly kills you by the lack of oxygen in your brain. But lucky for you, you don't use that organ much.

"That's the concern for my job you hear. If you don't take care of yourself, you'll deteriorate your health. And if you do that there's a good chance you'll die sooner. And that would leave me jobless. And I can't let go of a job that I've got after too much effort."

It kills your heart- in a good way- to hear him chuckle at your words. "You won't get rid of me that easily," he states. "Oh, I know," you acknowledge with a scrunched nose, tightening the knot a little too much. "But that doesn't mean I won't fight anyone who tries to."

Loki doesn't even have to work. The mental image of you trying to punch his brother in the face delights his insides beyond measure. "I would pay to see that happen," he chortles.

"Of course, you will," you confirm, "I'll take twelve per cent more than my current pay."

The chuckles and tease lighten the air surrounding the two of you.

This? This feels nice. Warmth engulfing the otherwise slowly-turning-cold world around you.

Eyes meet to acknowledge the humour and goodwill. But as they keep gazing at each other in tender tones of a harp being struck under the sea, a new emotion tries to resurface from those very waters, stilling all the torrents around you. It's soft. It's gentle. It's curious of its reflection in eyes watching it for it wants to know more than anything if something like itself can grow in the other.

"Hey, Kira! I'm home!"

Neither of you seems to notice Loki's hands wrapped around yours till Darcy's voice breaks you both out of the enchantment of your making. Throats are cleared, stray stands are tucked behind the ears, knots are checked and necks rubbed to dissipate the heat that seems to have risen- too much- in the last five minutes.

"That's-"

"Darcy. Yes, I told her she could stay here. The resort won't let her use Dr Foster's chalet till she arrives."

Loki nods and you make your way out of the room before turning back.

"Here," you take a leaf of medicine out of your pocket, "keep it."

Loki shifts his gaze between you and the medicine.

"It's an SOS. In case...you know," you mention, your hand still out. Loki is about to say something. "Please," you beg softly but with just the right about of weight for him to know you won't back down any time soon.

The medicine goes into his jacket pocket.

"Thank you."

"Hey, Kira! Is your wicked boss ho-ooooh! Hey Loki!"

"Darcy," Loki greets the familiar face that leans on the door frame and pulls you towards her to hide her from any incoming verbal and eye-daggers, "ruthless as always, I see."

"Yeah," she tilts her head to rest on your shoulder, "kinda a trademarked thing. Tsk."

If anyone knows how to throw a gala, it is Tony Stark. The open lounge of the club has been redone in the theme of the future; and unlike the usual bland black and white advertisement, his designers have used every colour in one way or another to make it look more Stark-worthy. The bar seems to attract quite a crowd, sending them with vibrant drinks to the open area for the exposition magnificently done for their eyes, mind and intellectual taste. Technology, fashion, food, lifestyle- nothing has been left out of the menu by the companies this year, making you groan on the inside at the probable amount of potential homework in front of you.

"Fantastic, right?"

You mind jumps at the voice but you freeze where you stand watching the solar-powered tablets and laptops with an astonishing twenty-four hours of battery life. You want to say something to Billy- who cleans nicely like it is a habit- but your mind is just stuck at the breakfast incident.

Hey, Loki looks fine too, your inner voice argues, finer, in fact. Like it was his birthright to be this effortlessly beautiful.

If only you could eye roll at yourself.

"I'm sorry," he is already starting to talk, keeping his drink down next to yours, forcing your gut to cross it's metaphorical arms at him, "I didn't mean to put you in a tight spot in the morning. I swear."

"I-It's fine," you manage to speak without a hiss.

"I meant it in a respectful way, Kira. I truly did. It's hard to come by kind people in this dog-eats-dog world."

You nearly nod in agreement until you don't, furrowing your brows at him. "I can count all the good people I've met and I think I would fall short of fingers if I start," you debate, "I'm sure you just need to look for them."

Russo's eyes seem to be stuck on you and they only disappear when he brings forth this wide smile of his. "Wow! You are one lucky woman then."

You chuckle. "Yeah, I guess I am."

He takes a sip of his bourbon while you try to busy yourself in your glass of Mojito. His eyes are stuck on every moment your body makes- the shift of your weight from one leg to another, the swirl of your fingertips over the rim of the glass, the flurry of your eyes looking for someone in the crowd, the switching on and off of your phone screen.

"If I may be so bold," Billy addresses you, his eyes travelling from your fingers to your lips and then your eyes, "I have to say it must have taken a lot of courage to sign up as Mr Odinson's assistant."

Your fingers pause the delicate dance on the rim. "If sending my resume to Sun Corp is considered bold, then yes. Very much so."

Billy chuckles. "Right. I meant signing to play the right hand to the quite infamous man worldwide. His reputation does come with some grey and some...red."

The statement pricks you a little. "Says the man who was made to bathe in red."

The hanging jaw followed by a scoff delights you for taking the man by his metaphorical collar and showing him a mirror. "Touché," comes the reply. "You really are something else."

"I'm just an assistant who knows her worth."

"Would you like to go out for a coffee with me tomorrow? Not as Loki's assistant. As Kira."

Your eyes betray the rhythm of your heart and look at his. The soft sparkle in them along with the changed colour in Billy's cheeks is a site you never thought you would witness- for the cause being you. While your heart is trying to climb up to this new height that you never knew existed, your mind is digging into the rocky soul trying to find out where exactly did you fuck up to have someone as significant as Billy Russo ask you out.

"Mr Russo-"

"Okay, seriously though, you need to stop calling me that. It's like you're addressing my father."

You bite your lips to prevent the chuckle from coming out. "Okay...William," you mention, stressing his name.

The man raises his brows at the way you address him, wetting his lips with his tongue, looking at you- more likely at your lips- as if he would devour you whole if he could, striking something inside your gut.

"So...yes to the coffee?"

You breathe and bite your lower lip again.

"Take your time," he assures you, signalling a waiter carrying champagne glasses to come your way, "because I would love it if you came because you wanted to. I would like to spend my last day here with the best company I could possibly get in this lifetime."

Handing you a glass of the bubbling drink, he takes your hand and moves a step closer to you, his spiced up cologne flaring up your nostrils. The kiss on your hand sparks a dangerous flare inside you- for those dark eyes from whom no light escapes, do not leave yours.

A few feet apart stands Solaris- aka Nakia- watching the two of you as Billy reluctantly lets his lips part from your skin, parting away for her to see Loki's intense gaze searing through the man. The green in his eyes seventeen shades darker, the untouched drink in his hand being nursed a bit too harsh, the conversation Heimdall is trying to make with him falling on deaf ears. The daggers flying till now are stopped only when those smaragdines shift to find what lies in your eyes.

Questions- the need to answer the curiosity in those eyes glittering in the lights surrounding her.

Confusion- the reflection of the unknown on her face as she watched Billy walk away from her.

Overwhelming emotions- the conscious deep breath before the entire champagne is gulped down, leaving no room for sober logic.

Loki can see you twisting your ring in your finger, trying to wipe something off your forehead before you go still. He wants to walk up to you to make sure you're alright but Heimdall's next few words bring him out of a trance into the much more risqué reality.

It's more of escaping a twister to walk into a whirlpool when you are standing face to face with Thor Odinson in the gathering of thousands of business tycoons.

I never could trust my luck.

"Mr Odinson," you blandly greet the blond before stepping to walk away.

"You work with my brother," Thor makes a statement rather than a question, making you stop and face him, look directly into his eyes to just get this over with tonight.

"I do. I'm his assistant."

"Do you know who he is?" The man is nearly towering over you, being poised with his voice but his stature clearly trying to dominate you.

"Owner of Sun Corp."

"I'm not talking about that and you know it, Miss..."

You don't answer, forcing him to huff and continue.

"You must be careful about who you are working with. Loki is not a man to be trusted this easily."

"Is there anything of relevance you wanted to talk to me about, Mr Odinson?"

Thor contains his surprise quite well.

"You think you have him all figured out, woman, but you'll only be burning your hands in the fire that blazes because you gave air to the embers."

You put down your empty glass on the table beside you before taking one patient breath. "The entire world seems to have an opinion about my boss, Mr Odinson. Especially since your family disowned him because of the incident all those years ago. And yet people work with him. Yet people who work with him seem to hold him in the highest regard, ready to do whatever he says. I could define it as some sort of cult but for that, my boss needs to have a following and not friends and colleagues. Or family. Unlike your father."

Thor stands there frozen for that moment, the rage inside him mixing with the absurdity of your guts to stand up to him and talk ill of his father, while you pick up your clutch and straighten your back.

"People change Mr Odinson. They make choices that sometimes others can't fathom. Those choices are not always out of ill intentions. They're often made out of the need to survive. Or worse- to not end your life out of self-loathing. It's just a shame that only those who have gone through something familiar invest more time to understand that."

Wishing him a good night, you walked away, leaving Thor, son of Odin, heir to the Conglomerate of Asgard, wondering about your words along with the sincerity in your eyes concealing a pain of their own.

The walk back to the chalet is a tedious one. You choose to get out of the club and down the path less travelled- mostly because you do not want people to see the outcome of the standoff you just had. But the regret of leaving your work is gnawing the dutiful soul on the inside. I just need a breather, you try to sound convincing when you find yourself sniffling softly, I'll be back soon.

The clack of your heels is the only sound in the barely lit path going through the gardens surrounding the lake, the little streets named after flowers. It helps a little when somewhere out there in the darkness an owl hoots to give you company through the starry night.

One, two, three... you begin counting, easing your breaths, making them deeper. It helps a little. So does opening and closing your fists, letting the nails dig into your palms before letting them loose. Bit by bit the tension gathered in your shoulders eases. That is, until a foreign sound in the dark catches your senses.

Your flight response lights up, forcing you to grab on to your clutch tighter than humanly possible and increase your pace towards the chalet. But it goes in vain when you come at the crossroads of the streets not knowing whether to go down Dahlia or to turn towards Marigold.

"Girls like you shouldn't walk home alone."

The voice makes you jump where you stand, turning around to watch the face of a stranger come out and stand right in front of you under the sole lamp barely lighting the space.

You turn towards Marigold only to find him obstructing your path again. "At least let me escort you home, darling," the stranger purrs right next to your ear, making you flinch and walk back into something hard colliding with your back while the shade on that filth of a man's face turns paler than before.

You do not want to look what- or who- stands behind you. Your body really does not want to undergo the rush from the night you were attacked in the street. You are just not prepared for anything like that anymore. But the whiff of a familiar cologne brings this unspoken comfort that takes you by the shoulder to turn around and watch the pair of familiar smaragdines boring into the soul of that man.

No words are exchanged. No cry comes out for help- or surrender. The man visibly sweats before tripping on his on foot and walking away, leaving you and Loki under the lamp post- you shaking and him incredibly still.

You turn towards Loki and watch as his eyes are still following the silhouette of that man walking away as quickly as possible. "I was...I was jus-"

Cold fingers are wrapping around your palm, striking your warm skin with goosebumps till they have made sure your fingers are secured in them.

"Our chalet's this way," Loki softly declares as he starts walking down Dahlia, and you with him, right by his side.

You don't notice it till now how much you have calmed down, the rigidness in your body gone as you're letting him lead the way. Even though his hand is cold, it is making you feel all hues present in the spectrum of warmth.

Making you feel safe.

The amenity in this darkness is a long lost hug from that comforter that would guard you against the monsters of the night. And your insides are begging you to dissolve yourself in them.

And that when it hits you from all sides.

You like Loki.

That's it.

You like him. You are walking towards loving him. And if you're daring enough, you are walking towards the irrevocable feeling of doing everything in your power to protect him. If need be, even from himself. It is a bittersweet feeling- a blessed revelation and a dreadful epiphany. Something you want to look forward to but at the same time do not have the courage to face.

"The keys?"

Loki's voice breaks you out of your overwhelming trance to find yourself standing outside the chalet with your fingers still locked into his.

"Y-yes," you mutter before frantically looking for them in your clutch and opening the door.

"Oh," you are reminded of something as soon as Loki turns to walk upstairs, "Darcy is staying upstairs in the other room."

Loki looks at you with a hint of confusion. "Okay?" He continues to look at you for the declaration of that news till both of you can hear her moans along with encouraging cries of another woman from upstairs.

"Why don't you use that room?" You mention, pointing to the one downstairs that was supposed to be yours, "I'll get your stuff."

"What about you?"

"I'll...sleep on the couch. It's comf-"

"Nonsense, you're sleeping in there."

"Oh, no it's alright. You should take the be-"

"Kira, you have been popping your neck all day. Clearly, you need the bed more than m-"

"Alright fine. Both of us are sleeping on the bed! That's it!"

More than Loki, you astonish yourself at your own boldness. Loki sighing, uncomfortably shifting his weight on his legs before walking inside the room does not make the astoundment any better. You take a step before stopping- not really knowing whether to follow him in there or not- contemplating for a few seconds before leaving everything to the wind and walking in.

Loki changes in the room while you take the washroom, trying to kill time in there before you know it is okay to step out. It's a relief to see two comforters lying at the edge, allowing you to pull one up and get inside them before the embarrassment of having Loki see you in a tank top and shorts course through you.

You force yourself to focus at the soft orange light lighting up the garden outside your chalet while skipping through the painted glass screen. But that doesn't last much longer once you feel the bed dip behind you, letting your default reflexes bring the comforter closer to your chin.

Neither of you realises how the other is trying to lay as still as possible, keeping the breaths measured, ears sharp for any movement. It is torturous for both to pass even ten minutes like this in each other's presence.

"You didn't have to do that to Thor," Loki's voice breaks the unbearable silence, "defending me like that."

Silence.

"You do not know half the things I have done."

"I am sure neither does your brother."

Loki already has his mouth open to argue when your words actually hit him and stop him right there.

"And I wasn't trying to defend you," you conclude, raising more questions inside Loki.

What could you possibly have gone through to feel empathy for what the world sees me as- the adopted son who got infected by madness and tried to destroy his so-called father's empire?

“Don’t overthink it. I had my reasons. They might not be big but they’re relevant to me.”

Thoughtful silence once again.

"Good night, Kira," he whispers from the other side, that question still lingering in his head.

You, on the other side, have typed 'Tomorrow. 12 pm. The coffee shop by the lakeside.' Your chest hurts when you press send, convincing yourself it is better this way, closing your phone and looking back up at the light coming through the window.

"Good night, sir."

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millicent231-watt · 5 years

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(Noragami) - God!Reader x Yato

Anime / Crossover: Noragami

Songs: None

Request: No

Modern AU or just AU: No

NSFW/R-18: No

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SOME STORY SPOILERS INCLUDED THROUGHOUT THIS STORY

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Sasaki (Weapon: Saki)

"Sasaki, let's go." I tell my Regalia as she turns back into her human form. "Hai!" She says happily as she skips next to me, making our way back to our Shrine. I wasn't a well-known goddess, but good enough to get a simple shrine to spend our nights. "Huh? Why's he here?" She asks and I look to where she was pointing. My eyes widen slightly and my breathe hitches before I click my tongue. "Oi! What do you think you're doing here Yato?" I yell as I walk closer. "Ah! You're here!" He says as he runs at me with open arms. I step to the side as he launches himself at me, letting him faceplate into the ground. "I...i...i...itai!" He says as he rubs his head. "Serves you right. What do you want?" I ask as I help him up. "I wanted you to meet my new friends!" He says happily, causing me to chuckle. "Alright, where are they?" I ask and he drags me away. "Saki!" I yell and my weapon flies to my hand. I run alongside Yato and as we approach one of Tenjin-sama's temples.

"Guys, guys! I found her!" Yato yells and I see a girl and boy, who look around the same age...teenagers. "Oh, you must be Y/N-sama." The girl says before bowing. "A half-phantom?" I ask as I see her 'tail'. "Yeah! And this is Yukine!" He says as he pulls the young boy in front of me. "N...nice to meet you!" He says with a bow. "GAH! Yukine, you perv! You're stinging me!" Yato says and the two start arguing. I chuckle a little and let Sasaki out of her weapon form. "He never changes does he?" She asks with a smile. "Nope, not at all." I say, chuckling at the two. "Ano..." I hear the girl say as she walks closer. "Yes?" I ask as I look at her. "How did you meet Yato?" She asks and I smile. "It's a long story." I say. "Y/N-san made him the man he is today." Sasaki says with a smile. "The man he is today...does that mean you changed him from the scary, mean god he used to be?" The girl asks and I nod.

"If you mean back when he back when he fought alongside Rabo, then yes." I say and she smiles before bowing. "Thank you!" She says. "Huh? What for?" I ask. "For making him nice...I've seen him angry and I wouldn't want to live in a world with a god like that." She says. "What's your name?" I ask. "Hiyori. Hiyori Iki." She says. "Rise." I say to her and she gets up from her bow. "Hiyori-chan, if you believe the person you loved was or could be good, would you help them?" I ask and she thinks for a second. "Yes, of course!" She says. "Exactly, so what I did shouldn't be anything worth thanking me for. I did it because he was the man I fell for and I knew he could do god." I smile at the two boys continuing to bicker.

"Y/N! Make Yukine stop calling me lame and stupid!" Yato says as he fake cries and runs to me, wrapping his arms around my stomach. "It's your fault, BAKA!" Yukine says. "What are you two fighting about?" I ask as I pat Yato's head. "He said I was a lame, stupid, puny, jersey-wearing god who takes stupid cleaning jobs and doesn't even have a temple!" Yato cries and I rub his head. "Calm down Yato...I'm sure he didn't really mean it. He'll apologise." I say with a soft smile before changing my smile into a threatening glare towards Yukine. "Won't you Yukine?" I ask and he apologises to his master. "See?" I say to Yato. "WAHHH! Y/N, you're so cool!" He says as he rubs his head in a 'no' manner against my stomach.

"So what's your deal? What're you the goddess of?" Yukine asks. "I am Y/N, goddess of children." I say. "Ah! I've heard of you! My mother used to read me and my brother stories about you when we were little." Hiyori says. "That's my job. To protect the children, animal or human, from the corrupted phantoms. I'm sure Yato told you that only animals, children and people like you and me can see them." I say and she nods. "So how did you two meet?" Hiyori asks and I freeze for a second. "I...it's a long story, one I'd rather not talk about." I say as I tighten my hug slightly on Yato and look away.

Sasaki's POV

I watch my master sadly. "Y/N-san..." I say to myself. "Well, since it's been SOOOOO long since we've seen each other, how about you treat us to sleeping at your shrine?" Yato asks her, causing her to giggle and smile a little. "Sure, I don't see why not." She says and he puts and arm around her shoulders. "Let us move forward! Toward warmth and food!" He yells happily before walking with master towards our shrine. I sigh and follow behind them with the other two.

Time Skip (Your POV)

"Ah! It's so nice to finally have a warm meal!" Yukine says as he puts down his drink. "You're still a good cook Y/N!" Yato says as he finishes his meal. "That's a good thing for you, huh?" I say as I get one of the shrine girls I had to show Yukine and Hiyori to their room. "What about meeeeee?" Yato whines. "Well, I've run out of space, guess you'll have to sleep outside." I say. "WHAT?! Nooooo!" Yato says as he grabs onto my arm and begs for me to let him stay. I laugh a little. "Don't worry Yato, I was just joking. You can stay in my room for tonight." I say. "Pardon me milady, but there are some more spare rooms left if Yato-sama would prefer one of them." I turn to the shrine girl that had proposed that offer. "I said he could stay in my room, no discussion. Go tend to the garden with Tonyu and Miyu." I say. "Yes milady. Please forgive me for interfering." She says before bowing and walking off.

"Why are you so set on me staying in your room?" Yato asks as I walk him into my room. "It's been a long time Yato...I missed you." I say with a slight blush. I hear him chuckle slightly as I let go of his hand and close the door behind us. "I missed you to Y/N..." He whispers as his arms find their way around my waist. "Bullshit...you left me behind and....and I didn't see you since." I say. "Yeah, I know and I'm really sorry about that." He walks me over to the bed and sits me down. "2000. It's been 2000 years since I saw you last...you couldn't have missed me..." I say. "Come on, don't say that. I missed you a lot." He says as he pulls some hair out of my face. "How about we just get to sleep? You must be tired." I nod my head and take off the kimono I wore inside my shrine. I hang it up, ready to be worn the next day before turning around and seeing Yato folding his tracksuit and placing it on my dresser. "Yato, let's sleep...I want you to hold me like you once did." I tell him as I wrap my arms around him and rest my head on his chest. "Alright, I will." He says as he walks me to the bed and lays me down next to him.

Time Skip (Sasaki's POV)

"Sasaki-san, could you please inform lady Y/N that the garden has been tended to?" Miyu asks. "Hai." I say before she bows and I walk off. I knock on Y/N's door. "Y/N-san? I have a message from Miyu." I say. No response. "Y/N-san?" I ask as I open the door. I carefully walk into her bedroom and see her curled up next to Yato. He places a finger to his lips. "Shh." He says and I nod. This is the most peaceful I've seen Y/N-san... "Sasaki, was it?" Yato asks and I nod. "U...un." I stutter quietly. "Did Y/N ever tell you, or anyone else here about what happened when we were last together?" He asks. "N...no, she never says much about it and always says it's something she'd rather not talk about." I say as he gestures me into a chair. "Well there's a reason for that...but you and her other Regalia's should know about it." He says.

FLASHBACK (Yato's POV)

It was back when I was known as 'The Evil God'. I was taking out yet another selfish request from someone who wanted their family dead. What this person hated was that their parents, grandparents, basically everyone was fawning over a new baby boy who was brought into this world. The mother had given birth just 3 months prior to this request. Anyway, when I got there someone was blocking the whole village with a barrier. Y/N walked out of the borderline and towards me. "Who are you and what do you want with these people?" She asked me. I told her it was a job, one I would carry out. She sighed heavily and called "SEKKI!" Her weapon flew to her hand, a beautiful katana. I could tell just by looking at it it would be powerful, that's why Yukine's weapon name is the same, I could tell he was powerful. One of the children behind her, one that couldn't have been more than the age of 6, begged her not to hurt me or kill me. Y/N just smiled, called back her weapon and turned to the children. "Alright." Is all she said before my weapon, who is now a Nora, flew out of my hand and towards her. It was the first time I felt remorse and sadness, so all I could do was watch as Nora stabbed her repeatedly. Nora stabbed her once more before I called her back and Y/N fell to her knees. I pushed Nora away and ran up to Y/N, hoping she would still be alive. "Aw, I was having so much fun. Why'd you stop me?" Nora asked. I told her to get away, to never come near me again. To this day I regret ever making her one of my Regalia. I tried my best to help Y/N, so we got to know each other pretty well. Once I told her who I was, she wasn't scared or shocked or even the least bit unhappy. She just smiled, placed her hand on my cheek and said: "Not any more." She told me if I really was 'evil' than I wouldn't have helped her when I did. Soon after she got a shrine and we entered a relationship. It was good but...

END OF FLASHBACK

"But you were complete polar opposites." Sasaki says and I nod sadly. "I left shortly after realising how different we were. I left for 2000 years, without ever letting her know why...But now that we're more similar, I'm hoping to rekindle our relationship..." I say as I brush Y/N's hair with my fingers. "Yato...stop boring Sasaki with a history lesson." She says as she looks up at me. "Y/N!" Sasaki says hastily as she stands up quickly and bows. "Calm down Sasaki, I'm not mad. But tell the others about this for me, an official statement from me." She says and Sasaki nods, bows again and runs out the room. "Uh, how much of that story did you hear?" I ask nervously. "Enough." She says before closing her eyes again. "Thank you for coming back." She says with a soft smile.

#noragami #yato #yato x reader #x reader #reader insert #spoilers

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In The Darkness Chapter 47 - What Is Lost and What Is Found

Words: 1,925

Summary: The aftermath of a bittersweet victory.

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Yato sat in a daze.

One hour ago, he was staring into a tomb containing his best friend. Fifteen minutes ago, he was released from the infirmary. And now, he was staring at the stone passageway outside the hospital wing, too numb to think of anything but what had just happened.

Even if the hospital had fixed him up and made him feel as good as new, Yato’s thoughts were a mangled wreck that no potion would ease.

This is your fault.

The only thing that snapped him out of his stupor was the quickening of footsteps.

He barely registered the blonde and brunet behind Hiyori as she rushed towards him. Her expression – one he expected to be stony when she found out he had all but killed their friend – didn’t meet his expectations. The expression etched into the wideness of her eyes and pound of her footfalls were worried.

Frantic.

Yato stood without realising, words sticking in his throat just as she collided with his chest, arms wrapping around his neck tightly with a shaky breath.

Yato held his arms around her hesitantly, barely touching her, but it didn’t take long for him to cave in. His face pressed against her neck, a long sigh escaping him as he wound his arms around her waist.

Hiyori’s fists gripped the back of his shirt tighter, as if she feared she would lose him. After all, tonight, she nearly did.

The quiet pacing of footsteps told the pair Kazuma and Bishamon had left, knowing that this was a moment that shouldn’t be interrupted.

Not when they still had to break the news to Yukine.

Tears pricked the corners of Yato’s eyes and a half-sob escaped him, suppressed only by the warm skin of Hiyori’s clavicle.

“He’s ok, its ok,” Hiyori hushed. “You found him. He’s safe.”

Yato knew that was a bold-faced lie, but Yato believed it regardless. Thinking about what would’ve happened if Rabou had managed to take Yukine – probably back to Father – didn’t bear thinking about.

And whatever the Sorcerer was going to do next….

Hiyori’s low voice telling him how Yukine had caught Rabou in the act of bewitching the cup, enshrouded in dark robes with an accomplice who had noticed him before he could warn them, fell on deaf ears.

“Hiyori,” Yato croaked, pulling back a few inches so his voice was audible, “we need to stop this.”

Despite his head being hung low, Hiyori was still able to peer up into Yato’s face. Her heart twinged.

“Yato,” she said softly.

“It’s my fault Suzuha’s…” Another crack ceased Yato’s voice.

“Yato, look at me,” Hiyori rested her hand against his cheek, making him look at her through damp lashes, “They will stop him.”

Yato covered Hiyori’s hand with his own. He could barely look at her, not when her eyes searched his for some reassurance that everything would be ok, even if she was the one trying to convince him that it would.

“No,” Yato whispered. He pressed his cheek into Hiyori’s hand, hoping she didn’t notice the tremor in his own, “this.”

Hiyori’s lips parted, partly in surprise and partly to argue, but Yato shook his head. He pressed her knuckles to his lips, fighting down the lump that had formed in his throat once again.

Silence filled the passage. The boy, not wanting to break a heart, and the girl whose heart was fragile enough in that moment to shatter entirely, stared at the floor.

“He’s going to hurt you -,”

“I don’t care what happens to me, and I’m sure Yukine feels the same,” Hiyori cut him off sharply, catching Yato off-guard. “We aren’t leaving you. And you aren’t leaving us.”

Hiyori’s hand tightened in his own, and Yato knew he was doomed to never have friends who would desert him.

A watery smile flickered across his lips. There were worse fates.

Yato stayed quiet as Hiyori lead him into the infirmary, seeing the creamy curtains had been drawn around one of the many unoccupied beds.

Their footsteps rang quietly and the soft scrap of metal rings parting the curtains told Yukine he had visitors. He opened his eyes, head lifting slightly as Yato and Hiyori let the divider fall behind them.

Yukine eyed Yato’s dishevelled appearance. “You look awful.”

The smile that followed his observation was diluted, but with a quick glance at his hands and face Yato could see he was unharmed – physically at least.

This is your fault.

“You both look awful”, Hiyori answered when Yato didn’t. Hiyori slowly sat at the end of the bed, careful to avoid his legs.

Yukine shuffled his feet beneath the light covers, hands falling into his lap as he sat up. “Did they catch the other one? The one who helped Rabou?”

Hiyori glanced at Yato. He hadn’t moved, standing with his eyes fixed on her, completely lost at contributing to the conversation. “No.”

“Thought so,” Yukine let out a sigh. He returned the sad smile Hiyori gave him, but hers vanished with his next words.

“Have you seen Suzuha?”

Yato stiffened. His throat had become the texture of sandpaper, unable to breathe let alone speak. The blood stains dark on his jersey and dirt caked under his fingernails, hair like a bird’s nest and his weathered face were a reminder of that he had a lucky escape.

But Suzuha…

“I thought he’d be here,” Yukine said.

Yato’s eyes flickered away from Yukine, but he wished they hadn’t. that’s when they fell on the single item on the bedside table: Suzuha’s charm bracelet.

Bile rose in his throat, the world beginning to sound peacefully muffled as his vision blurred.

This is your fault.

He doesn’t see Yukine’s confused stare as Yato shoves his way past the curtain, nor hear his own footsteps. He doesn’t see Hiyori, with the same tears in her eyes, stay by Yukine’s side.

“Hiyori?” Yukine frowned.

She didn’t answer. Her head dropped, hair hiding her face, and Yukine noticed her fingernails digging into the bedsheets. Sickening realisation flooded through him like a bucket of water.

“Hiyori, where’s Suzuha?”

Yukine watched her with a worried expression until she finally looked up at him with wet cheeks. He stared at her, eyes growing even wider at the two word’s Hiyori whispered in a cracked voice.

“I’m sorry…”

The curfew bell fell on deaf ears as Yato wandered through the castle.

Grief and guilt had distracted him from the pitying looks from teachers and students. No one dared talk to him, fearing that ghostly, stricken face would crumple if he said a word. That, and perhaps because the state of his clothes hadn’t changed since the challenge.

A pale blue washed the sky through latticed windows that Yato passed, body and mind separate as he let himself wander for hours plagued by the memory of Suzuha’s corpse.

He didn’t realise he was outside the infirmary until his hand was on the door.

Yato wondered if Yukine is awake, or if Hiyori stayed with him. He wondered what he would say about how Suzuha died. Why he was the one stood in front of him covered in Suzuha’s blood.

Why he couldn’t stop it.

Yato flinched when the door groans open under his hand, but it didn’t matter – Yukine was already awake.

He sits up slowly when Yato pulls back the curtain. There’s a fixed coldness in his eyes as he rakes over Yato’s appearance.

Yato stood ridged, anything he wanted to say gone as he watched Yukine’s head bow. He wished he never came.

“Why didn’t you save him?” Yukine’s voice tremored, his blond fringe his hiding his eyes.

Yato looked at him for a long moment. He expected Yukine to scream, to seek comfort.

Not this.

“Yukine…”

What could he possibly say to justify why Suzuha died instead of him? What could justify the dried blood on his shirt that he knew didn’t belong to him?

The short silence that follows is painful, drawn out.

It’s enough to make Yukine snap.

In the instant it takes to free his legs from the bedsheets, he’s stumbling heavily towards Yato who shoots out a hand to stabilise him. His fists ball in to Yato’s shirt, still dirty from the trial, and pull him down to scream in his face.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU SAVE HIM?!” Yukine’s knuckles whiten from the anguish that he tries to deflect onto the collar of the bloodstained shirt rather than Yato’s neck.

Yato’s first instinct is to grab at his hands to try and prise him off, but the wild, despairing look that he sees reflected in Yukine’s own eyes brings down the final barrier Yato had defending himself from the reality of what he saw.

"I'm sorry." The words stick in his throat, barely passing his lips.

His hands curls from Yukine's fists and gently wrap around Yukine's shoulders. His head bows to rest on his shoulder as he feels them start to shake slightly and the balled fists on his chest clench for another reason.

"I'm sorry," he repeats over and over again, muffled against the clothing and masking most of his grief. The wetness on his face dampens Yukine's clean bed shirt and smears it with grime, not that either of them care.

Yukine's face is pressed into Yato's neck, stiflingly humid from his open-mouthed sobs and burning tears that he thought he had already cried leave his cheeks marred with crisscrossed tear stains.

One of the three people who he loved most in the world was gone. The only one who loved him in a completely different way than anyone ever could.

Tabloids and newspapers screamed headlines for the following weeks, about how Hogwarts wasn’t safe, and that Professor Tenjin had hired a suspected Death Eater. The front pages were littered with Rabou’s mugshot which screamed curses from the pits of Azkaban, Professor Tenjin’s wizened face, and the aftermath of the Triwizard Tournament.

There was no celebration for the victor; who even cared?

The only day which marked the end of the championship, was a day no one wanted to face. The day they had to say goodbye to Suzuha.

Yukine held Hiyori’s hand tightly, lip bitten raw and eyes bloodshot and aching. He could barely look at those who tried to comfort him, nor Suzuha’s parents who enveloped him in brief hugs, before it became too much, and they let go.

Yato, who couldn’t bear to face a summers sky and sunflowers that were too bright and too warm for a day so cold, stood on the edge of the crowd gathered at the graveside.

He wouldn’t forgive himself for that night. Not really. Even if Yukine’s words had been spat in hate, he didn’t blame Yato for Suzuha’s death. He blamed whoever had brought them into the graveyard.

Someone else… Yato sulked. He turned his gaze away from the crowd to the ground. He’d thought it over a million times, who was in the graveyard, who the Sorcerer had said was the reason for him being there that night.

It couldn’t have have been Rabou – he was in the stadium the whole time. Everyone saw him.

Next was Kuguha, who had managed to slip away not even a year ago. He seemed to have a part to play in whatever game Father was playing, and now Yato himself was a piece in the Sorcerers chess set.

The only thought Yato knew was true no matter what reassurances were offered was one that thrummed in his head.

This is your fault.

#guess whos alive #not suzuha #ha #noragami #noragami aragoto #hp au #harry potter au #in the darkness #my writing #yato #yukine #hiyori

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bestest-badgers · 6 years

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One Cold Night

By Mod Seto

One harsh, cold night, Marry was struggling to get to sleep. She was freezing, almost visibly shaking. Seto just so happened to walk past, on his way back from grabbing a glass of milk. He overheard a rather miserable squeak, peeked his head into the room and his heart sank. “Marry, you need to sleep with your quilt over you. If you don’t, you’ll get ill.” He spoke in a soft tone, trying to make sure he didn’t upset his dear friend. She scrunched her face up. “I don’t want to. It doesn’t feel comfy. It itches.” Marry seemed to be extremely irritated at the very thought of using a quilt. Seto let out a heavy sigh. “Well you can’t stay like this, you’re shaking.” Seto paused for a second then an idea sprang to mind. “You could always sleep in my bed and I sleep in yours for tonight, how does that sound?” Marry nodded and went down the hall towards Seto’s room. Seto, meanwhile, drank his milk, got into Marry’s bed, pulled the cover over and tried to sleep. He could not. Marry was right, the quilt was too irritable.

After a few minutes, Seto decided he’d return to his own room. He slowly walked back to his room, treading very carefully to ensure no-one awoke. Not that anyone was asleep. Shintaro was playing games, talking to Ayano and being harassed by Ene. Kido, Kano and Momo were in the kitchen eating. Hibiya and Hiyori were playing Wii Bowling. As for Konoha, well Konoha didn’t know how to sleep. When he got into his room, he saw Marry was still awake, but this time she was covered in the quilt. “Seto I’m still cold. What should I do?” Seto stood there for a while before saying “I know, I could sleep next to you and keep you warm with a hug!” He tried to hide his excitement but failed miserably. Marry nodded and Seto got into the bed. He put his arms around her waist and they both drifted to sleep very fast. In the morning Seto awoke to a smiling Marry. “That was nice Seto. Can we do this every night?” Seto’s eyes widened and he nodded enthusiastically. “Thank you Seto.” A blushing Marry kissed his cheek. “No problem!” He replied cheerfully.

#kageprotpmonth #kagerou project #setomary #seto kousuke #marry kozakura #mod seto

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skyheaven1231 · 7 years

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As fate would have it - Chapter 43

Chapter 43 - Bonds

(possible manga spoilers up until chapter 54)

Words: 3444

“Mum you should really lay down! You need your rest as well!”, Tsuki lectured her mother.

It's been almost over a month since the incident with the heavens. Over a month and Yato still hadn't woken up.

Hiyori's foot had been treated by her brother at the hospital as well as Tsuki's eye and Yato's terrible wounds on his back.

They did their best to treat him but even now, his heart still wasn't beating.

At first Hiyori wanted for Yato to stay in the hospital so she would be able to treat him there but as soon as she and Tsuki were able to leave, they brought him home as well.

Given the fact that he was a god, there wasn't much they could do at the hospital anyway.

Even though, Hiyori brought a heart monitor with her to be able to check on his heartbeat easier at home.

It gave her a feeling of safety to have this machine here even if all she was able to see was a flat-line.

Day after day, week after week, every time Hiyori looked at the little monitor in hope to see any reaction of Yato's heart beating, there was nothing. Nothing that would make her feel relieved.

Her ankle had been put back in place and a few metal bars were holding it in order for it to heal properly.

Even though the wound was pretty bad, her foot would be as good as new once it had enough time to heal. Tsuki was now wearing an eye patch to make sure the scratch on her eye wouldn't get infected. A scar would probably stay forever though but the blue eyed girl didn't care about that too much.

A tiny scar wouldn't change who she was, even if it was right in her face.

This statement made Hiyori feel proud and ashamed at the same time. Her daughter didn't care about a scar on her face, when she had trouble accepting one on her stomach for years. Not because of aesthetic reasons, but because of the memories the mark had left that she wasn't able to let go of until Yato had taught her so.

“I appreciate it Tsuki! But I can't just lay down when he is still fighting for his life. I wish I could do something to help him”, she refused her daughter's offer.

“Mum, it's been almost two days since you got any sleep! You need to get rest, please!”, the young girl said, “I'm worried about you!”

“I know sweetie! You don't have to worry about me though, I'm okay real-” “No you are not!”, Tsuki interrupted angry, “You have to sleep as well! You've been hurt and you need to recover just like dad does! You are going to lie down on my bed right now do you hear me?! I can't possibly risk losing you as well!”

Hiyori was speechless. Tsuki had never ordered her around like that. Yukine who was entering Yato's and Hiyori's bedroom right at that moment, was silent as well.

“I'm so sorry Tsuki, I didn't mean to worry you like that. You are right, I'm going to get some rest”, she finally agreed.

“Uhm … Before you go Hiyori, we have some guests”, Yukine interfered, finally able to talk again after the shock of Tsuki's determined words.

Behind him in the door, Hiyori could make out the faces of her friends.

Bishamon, Kazuma, Kofuku, Daikoku, Ebisu, Kunimi as well as Mayu and Tenjin. They were all there.

All of a sudden the small flat was filled with people.

“You guys”, Hiyori said as soon as she saw them.

“You need to listen to your daughter Hiyoriiin! You need your rest!”, Kofuku said worried.

“Listen to the kiddo. You ain't wanna mess with her”, Daikoku agreed.

Tsuki smiled when she saw all of them. It had been a while since they all were together in one place after this whole mess.

They came to visit and check on Yato on a regular basis but never had they came to visit all at once.

“How is he doing?”, Kazuma asked, carrying a bouquet of flowers.

“No change in his condition. The wounds on his back have completely healed now though. I know that gods heal faster but that they would heal that fast ... They've been pretty severe. I hope that he might wake up soon now that the wounds are gone”, Hiyori explained.

Kofuku got closer to the bed.

Yato looked so peaceful.

“He looks like he is sleeping”, she said and looked at the heart monitor, “When really, he is … “

“Not dead!”, Tsuki interfered before Kofuku could finish her sentence.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that!”, the pink haired goddess apologized immediately.

“Yato-san will be waking up soon, I know it!”, Ebisu said and entered the room as well.

The young boy was confident. He wanted to stay optimistic in this situation.

Slowly the others as well entered the bedroom after asking if it was alright with Hiyori.

They gathered around the bed and the chair next to it that Hiyori was sitting on.

“How's your ankle Hiyorin?”, Kofuku asked.

“It's better. But I think I'm gonna need a lot more time to heal than Yato does. Even though my brother said that it's remarkable how quick it is healing. I'm just happy that it's going to heal at all. For a while I thought there was nothing that could be done”, the half Ayakashi answered.

After that, silence filled the room. Everyone's eyes were resting on Yato.

Kofuku was right, he looked peaceful but yet at the same time, something told them that he was fighting against something.

Something that was way more difficult than fighting against the heavens.

Ebisu had sat down in another chair on the other side of the room as he suddenly noticed something.

“Oh no, my shoe laces are untied!”, he said and and looked at his shoe.

“I'm not tying them again!”

Everyone was in shock after they realized who had said this.

“YATO!”, Hiyori cried out.

His eyes were opened just a little bit and for the first time in weeks, the flat-line had been replaced by the sign of a weak but steady heartbeat.

“Y-You … a-are awake!”, the half Ayakashi said, her voice shaking.

“Daddy!”, Tsuki joined and sat up so she could see him.

“Yato!”, Yukine also got closer to his master.

“Why is everyone here?”, Yato asked groggily.

“Y-You are a-awake!”, Hiyori repeated herself, tears filling her eyes, “H-How do you feel? A-Are you in pain?”

“I feel tired. What happened?”, he asked.

“Y-You …”, Tsuki wanted to explain, but the words wouldn't come.

“You almost died you idiot!”, Hiyori suddenly yelled, “Your heart wasn't beating! How can you scare me like that you jerk!”

That sentence took everything from her, she burst out crying, letting out all the emotions she had held back the last month.

Kofuku rushed to her friend's side and put her arms on her shoulders as a sign of support. She as well, had tears of relieve in her eyes as she said: “You scared the crap out of us Yatty!”

“I agree. We certainly have been worried!”, Tenjin said.

Yato looked around realizing that he was at home. His eyes rested on the heart monitor that was connected to his finger.

“What is that about?”, he asked, trying to lift his hand a little bit.

“I borrowed that from the hospital. To be able to check on you”, Hiyori explained.

“That's not helpful if you are treating a god, you know”, he said, trying to put on his jerk smile.

“I KNOW DAMMIT BUT I HAD TO DO SOMETHING! SHUT UP YOU IDIOT!”, she screamed and finally embraced him, “I'm so glad you are okay!”

Shakily, Yato wrapped his arms around her as well. He was still a little dazed but he knew that his family and his friends had been through a lot because of him.

“I'm sorry!”, he said.

After those words, Tsuki joined her parents in their embrace, followed by Yukine who also had tears in his eyes that he desperately tried to fight. Kofuku couldn't resist to also join in on their hug and as soon as she did, the others followed her example, gathering everyone in one big group hug.

“It's good to have you back!”, Daikoku said.

“It's good to be back”, Yato answered.

After a short moment, they let go of their hug, the atmosphere in the room now completely changed.

The pressure had been gone and replaced by a happy relieved feeling.

Yato was awake again.

His heart was beating.

Even though they weren't embracing each other anymore, Hiyori still held on to Yato's hand. It was warm.

Nothing like the cold feeling of the last weeks.

“Never scare us like that again! You hear me?”, she said, her voice shaking yet soft.

“I promise!”, he answered with a smile.

Before anyone could say another word a bright light appeared in the corner of the room. As soon as it vanished, they could make out the figure of a small girl with bright hair.

“Y-Your majesty!”, Bishamon said, causing everyone to bow their heads.

“It's okay, you don't need to bow before me. I am not here on behalf of the heavens”, Amaterasu assured, “I came to see if the Yato god was okay and it seems that you are just fine.”

“Did I miss something?”, Yato asked confused.

He didn't know why Amaterasu, the leader of all gods, would come to see if he, a nameless god, was okay.

“You missed a lot daddy!”, Tsuki said, “Thanks to her we are all still alive.”

“What?”, Yato got even more confused.

It took a while until the others had filled him in on what happened after he had almost died trying to protect his family.

They told him how Tsuki had put on the form of an Ayakashi and what she was capable of doing in that form.

They told him how everyone stood up for him and his family in order to protect them and how Amaterasu showed up and saved them.

“I never meant for something like this to happen. I am supposed to be the one maintaining peace but I also find myself helpless in so many occasions. This time I simply couldn't stay back anymore. I had to interfere. I hate to see gods, Shinki and people die but I always thought I had to accept what the other gods were doing because I thought that was the right thing to keep the peace. But when I saw what this little girl was doing, I knew that the way we had been handling things up until now was wrong. I have to thank you Tsuki! Thank you for showing me that there is another way to reach peace than death! I am terribly sorry for everything you, your family and friends had to go through.”

“That's not your fault!”, Tsuki said, “You stood up for us and thanks to that we are still alive! Thank you your majesty!”

The young girl bowed her head, making Amaterasu smile.

“I've also come here for another reason. I'm sure you are aware that there have been disorders in the heavens because of what I have done”, the goddess said, “Many gods don't want to accept that I have excused the traitors' actions and lifted their guilt. It's going to take a while until I have fully persuaded them that your actions have nothing to do with treason. However, they won't keep silent unless there is a reason for Tsuki to keep existing.”

“What does that mean?”, Hiyori asked scared, “What reason?”

“Don't be afraid. I came here to give Tsuki exactly that reason. Tsuki, I want you to continue freeing Ayakashi from their agony. If you agree to keep using your powers in order to maintain peace on earth I can assure your family's and friends' safety. As long as you do that, you are under the protection of the heavens. If you don't, I won't be able to assure your safety.” “All I have to do is continue what I've done up until now?”, Tsuki asked.

Freeing Ayakashi had caused the problems in the first place and now it should be guaranteeing their safety?

“That is correct.”

“Tsuki”, Hiyori said worried, knowing that only Tsuki could make this decision.

“I … I want to be able to help them. O-Okay! I agree! I promise I will use my powers only to maintain peace and free the world from agony”, Tsuki agreed after a short moment to think about the choice she had been given.

“I am happy to hear that. In that case, from this moment on, you are officially accepted by heaven. No one shall threaten you unless you use your power for something else but the task that has been given to you.”

“I promise I will use it to make people happy!”

Hiyori and Yato were both looking at their daughter all teary eyed, saying: “WE ARE SO PROUD OF YOUUU!”

“Oh boy, get it together you two!”, Yukine answered, hiding his face behind his hands.

Those two could be so embarrassing when they acted like proud parents.

This simple little sentence caused everyone in the room to laugh. It was a great feeling and even Amaterasu joined them.

Finally, they were safe.

They sat around the bed and chatted for a while after Yukine and Kazuma had brought a few more chairs into the room for everyone to sit on. It almost felt like a little party, celebrating that no one died during this horrible incident.

“You know mum, you were right”, Tsuki suddenly said, directing everyone's attention to the two girls.

“What do you mean?”, Hiyori asked, still holding on to Yato's hand.

“You promised me that we would all get out alive! You were right the whole time!”, she explained.

Hiyori remembered her words. She really had been right, even though she had lost faith a few times herself.

“Of course your mother was right!”, Yato interfered laughing, “She is always right!”

“Says the one that almost caused this promise to be broken!”, Yukine said monotone.

“Yeah”, Hiyori joined, “Mighty words from the person who almost died!”

“Hey! All I did was to protect my family! Like I had promised”, Yato answered with a fake hurt tone in his voice.

Amaterasu was watching them fight in a joking and loving way and giggled but there was something she couldn't help but notice.

“Hiyori Iki”, she mumbled to herself.

“What?”, Hiyori asked, noticing that she had caught Amaterasu's interest.

“I'm sorry but I think there is something you need to know”, she now spoke directly to Hiyori and Yato while the others were caught up in their own conversations again.

Suddenly, the happy mood changed again. What the young goddess was about to say would be a serious subject.

“What is it?”, she asked hesitantly.

“How old are you again?”, Amaterasu asked.

“Uhm .. I am thirty years old”, Hiyori answered confused.

“That is not true!”

“Yes it is. I am thirty years old and I'll be turning thirty one next year.”

“That is not true. Your mind may have aged, but your body has not”, Amaterasu explained.

“What?”, Yato now asked, not knowing what Amaterasu wanted to say.

“How old have you been when you gave birth to Tsuki?”

“I .. I was nineteen years old when I gave birth.”

“That's when your body stopped aging. Or when you stopped being bound to the process of aging like a human being.”

“What does that mean? D-Does that mean that…”

“That means that you have started crossing the line to the far shore. You are not dead and yet you are not bound to the rules of the living anymore. Your body will be aging but it will be so slow that you won't notice. In a way, you are walking alongside gods, Shinki and Ayakashi while you are still alive.”

“T-That means … “, Yato said, his voice shaking.

“Her life span has extended. What is one year for a human being, can be a hundred years for her. What are ten years for mankind, can be centuries in her life.”

Hiyori was shocked. What Amaterasu told her was that, in a sense, she was immortal.

That explained so many things that had caused her questions during the last years. Every time someone told her how young she still looked.

Every time someone told her that she hadn't changed at all the last twelve years.

The times when she was hard to notice even for her own parents.

The fact that her foot was healing quicker than usual.

That was all because,she was starting to live as a being leaning over to the far shore.

“How?”, was everything she could ask.

“You wanted to be with the Yato god. You wanted to be with him for such a long time, refusing to let go of the memories you shared. You have unknowingly crossed the line separating the living world from the far shore, because you held on to the people and the memories you have created in our world. This conviction made you able to cross the line without any problems. You two share a bond that is way stronger than death could ever be. The connection between you two made it possible that a child between the near and far shore could be born. When you carried Tsuki inside of you, the part of her that was a god fused with your body, pushing you even further over the line. You are not a god, yet your body will be acting as one. Tsuki is the prove of the connection between the two of you which is stronger than the line between the living world and the afterlife. A bond that can never be broken.”

Yato and Hiyori looked over to Tsuki who had been talking to Yukine and Ebisu.

“I look like a pirate with that eye patch! Hey big brother, does that scratch still look bad?”, she asked and lifted the eye patch.

“GROSS! Don't show that to me jeez!”, Yukine complained.

“Fascinating!”, Ebisu said, taking a closer look.

“I … I destroyed you Hiyori”, Yato said, his eyes facing down, “I'm so sorry. This is only because of me.”

“What are you talking about Yato?”, she asked confused.

“You … Because of me … you …”

“It is not your fault! Quit blaming everything on yourself for once. It was MY decision to stay with you. I said that I wanted to be with you and that I wouldn't forget you. When we started dating it was because I wanted to do it. I decided that I wanted to have our child! All of this happened because of my own decisions!”

“But … you are not going to be able to live a normal life anymore. You are going to see your family and friends die while are you stuck between the shores.”

“So what? I don't want to live a normal life if that means that I won't be with you or anyone else I care about. I chose this path myself and I won't back out! I'm going to see my family die one day even if I wasn't stuck in a not aging body. But you are my family as well! You, Tsuki, Yukine and everyone else in this room. I love you all so much and I want to be with you even if that means I have to cross lines that shouldn't be crossed. I love you Yato and I will stay with you forever! When will you finally understand that?”

Yato's eyes had filled with tears that were starting to run down his face. Hiyori reached out for his cheek, wiping away the tears. The blue eyed god's hand slowly went up to hers and held on to it as he looked her right in the eyes.

“Hiyori?”

“Yes?”, she asked, looking back into his eyes.

“Will you marry me?”

Next Chapter: Introductions

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