HELLO AND SORRY FOR THE LATENESS @floweryfandomnerd but tis I! Your secret Santa revealed!
I had help, so much help! From scytale-transposed! They're also Scytale@ao3! And I am super grateful for their help!!))
And here is your gift!
Yato always embarrasses Hiyori and Yukine. The two of them plot to embarrass him back, but what can they do to embarrass a god with no shame?
"Why does Yato have to be so embarrassing?" Yukine says as he sits at the kotatsu with his homework.
Beside him, Hiyori sighs deeply. "I know what you mean, last week we were at the mall and they were playing music. He joined in and started singing, loudly, and off key. Everybody was looking. I wanted to vanish into the floor!" She puts her head into her hands.
Kofuku joins them at the kotatsu. "What did Yatty-chan do to you this time, Yukki-chan?" she mumbles with a cookie in her mouth.
"He stuck his finger in my ear, after covering it in spit. It was disgusting!"
Hiyori cringes. "That's pretty gross."
"Talk about it." Daikoku enters the room with a tray of cookies and tea for everybody at the small table. "He's always trying to embarrass the missus and me, but she doesn't get embarrassed, and I refuse to let him."
"That's not how that works," both Hiyori and Yukine say in unison.
"I don't think you understand how it works; you haven't gotten there yet." Daikoku sets the tray down and straightens. "If he embarrasses you so much, why don't you embarrass him back?" he says as he makes his way out of the room.
Hiyori and Yukine brighten immediately. They look at each other.
"That's it!" Yukine says. "We'll just embarrass him back!"
"And maybe he'll understand what it feels like!" Hiyori finishes, excited. She turns toward Kofuku. "Want in on this, Kofuku? Yato embarrasses you too, right?"
"That's part of Yatty-chan's charm, Hiyorin! It's okay, I shouldn't be a part of this anyway; it will all go wrong if I am. You two have fun though!"
And with that she left the room, shaking her head, while Hiyori and Yukine put their heads together to plot deviously.
Hiyori and Yukine put their plan into action the next day. The first one relied on Hiyori.
"Hey Yato, can you get something for me?" Hiyori taps Yato's shoulder and gestures to the nearby convenience store. "I grabbed something at the conbini, but didn't have the money to pay for it so I ran home to grab my coin purse, but now I need to do something else, could you finish paying?"
"Hiyori! I'm so happy you're asking me for help!" He takes the coin purse, face aglow, and goes into the conbini.
He walks up to the cashier and tells him what he was there for. The bored teenager reaches under the counter, pulls out a small box, and tells Yato how much it costs.
Then Yato opens the coin purse to find it full of one yen coins.
He looks at it for a split second, before shrugging and pulling one out, placing it on the counter.
"Ooonnneee, twwooooo, thrrreeeee, foooouuuurrr-"
The cashier doesn't even blink, but outside the conbini doors Hiyori's and Yukine's jaws drop.
What feels like forever later, Yato finishes paying for the box, and immediately spots the two of them outside the doors.
"Hiyori!" he calls over loudly. "I've got your pads for you! I hope you didn't need them sooner, took me a minute to count out the right change!" He waves the box and much emptier coin purse excitedly, bringing everyone's attention to him, then to the girl just outside.
Hiyori's face turns a bright, vibrant red and she immediately dashes off, leaving behind a pink Yukine.
Later on, Yato and Yukine are out for a run, through the park and along the waterfront, looking for ayakashi. Yukine, upon seeing there are none, decides now is the perfect time for the next phase of the plan.
"Hey Yato, I think I see something on the pier," Yukine says, which is all that's needed to make Yato immediately turn toward it.
They run to the edge, and of course, find nothing, but on the way back to shore Yukine fakes a misstep. One stuck-out leg later, Yato is having his own real misstep and tumbling off the edge of the pier straight into the water. Nearby people point and laugh as Yato comes sputtering up; splashing water everywhere.
He looks at Yukine, and all Yukine feels is immense guilt.
Suddenly, there's a scream at the end of the pier, and the two of them look over to find out a child has fallen into the water, out of reach of their parents. Yato quickly swims over, lifts the child out of the water, and hands them to Yukine. Yukine, in turn, then lifts Yato out of the water, and they find the child's parents, who are elated that somebody was able to save their precious child. They insist on giving him a reward, calling him a hero, which causes Yato to blush bashfully. He doesn't appear to remember that Yukine tripped him on purpose, which only makes Yukine's guilt feel worse.
"It's my school's culture festival, you have to dress up for it! It's like a fancy party. It's formal." Hiyori explains to Yato for what feels like the millionth time.
And for what must be the millionth time, Yato tries to assure her. "I have the perfect outfit, you don't need to worry!"
"You can't just wear your tracksuit. If you even try I'm going to cut ties with you!" Hiyori warns. Yato brushes her off.
"It's handled, don't stress about it!"
The next day he shows up with the biggest, most multicolored feather boa Hiyori or her classmates have ever seen, and giant sunglasses.
"Hiyori, I'm here! And isn't this just the fanciest outfit?" Yato doesn't even appear to notice that he's the only one dressed up out of the guests. Or that he's quickly becoming the talk of the festival.
"Hiyori, who is this crazy guy wearing the boa, he clearly knows you but we've never seen him before," Yama and Ami pull Hiyori to the corner of the room, away from the crowd building around Yato.
"He's, a distant relative, come to visit." Hiyori bluffs "He doesn't know our customs here."
Her friends give her an odd look, but they have no choice but to accept it.
"At least he's bringing in more people to our café," Ami says, pointing to the people who are realizing they're in a student Cafe and sitting down to order things.
"We might even have a chance at winning the culture festival competition at this rate." Yama's eyes shine at the prospect, which just makes Hiyori all the more confused.
She makes her way back to Yato's side, and as she gets closer she hears a customer thanking Yato.
"-ays wanted to wear wild clothes like that, but I get so nervous thinking people are gonna judge me. But you don't care, and just seeing that, it feels so good. So I just wanted to say thank you, I might not wear something wild next time I go out, but maybe I'll wear a tie with a fun pattern on it, work my way up, you know?" The customer, who appears to be somebody's dad, claps Yato on the shoulder before ambling off to a table, calling the attention of a student and asking for a caramel milk coffee.
"What was that?" Hiyori asks.
"Nothing much," Yato replies, "just a man who needed a hand, that's all."
"This is the last thing we've got." Hiyori hands Yukine the shoebox. "but I refuse to wear them."
Yukine pulls a face. "I said I wasn't going to do any more of these after the pier, I felt horrible!"
"And I'm not going to be caught dead in these!!" Yukine gives her a glare before she realizes how insensitive her wording is. "Sorry," she apologizes.
"Doesn't matter anyway." Yukine says "If this doesn't work we've got nothing left, fine, I'll wear them." He takes the box, opens it up, and grimaces.
"These look horrible," he says.
Hiyori puts her hand on his shoulder, head bowed. "I know. Good luck! I'll be watching from over here!"
"HIYORIIII!!" Yukine calls after her, but she's already gone, hidden herself around a corner.
Alright, Yukine coaches himself. I've got this. It's just put these on and follow Yato. Where is Yato?
Just like that, the god himself appears, jogging round the corner, looking for all the world like he was innocent of every crime somebody could accuse him for. Yukine immediately replaces his shoes with the monstrosities from the box, and begins to follow his god.
It takes Yato a minute before he notices the noise following him, at the same pace he was jogging. The moment he turns around he finds his shinki, wearing the most interesting pair of shoes Yato has ever seen.
"Are those shoes… ducks? Are you wearing duck shoes?" Yato asked.
With every step Yukine's shoes quacked, and he thought to himself, of course they're duck shoes what else could they possibly be. Instead of saying that however, he just said, "Yes."
Yato's eyes shone and Yukine got a sinking feeling in his gut.
"Where did you get those!! I want a pair!! Gimme!" Yato immediately started following Yukine as the latter began to walk away.
Following becomes a chase, and the faster the two of them go, the faster, and louder, the quacks are, until Yukine can't handle it anymore and pulls the shoes off. Unfortunately, Yato, seeing his chance, snatches up the shoes, puts them on his own feet, and continues chasing Yukine.
Yukine is horrified; everybody around them is watching the whole thing as it happens, making him feel like dying all over again. He is absolutely not used to all this attention. He spots Hiyori, wearing the same embarrassed expression he knows he must be wearing, and makes a beeline over to her.
Hiyori nearly chokes when she sees Yukine headed her way, and she begins running away as well, not wanting to be drawn into the scene. Yato spots her, and starts to chase her as well, whooping with joy.
And all three went running off, people of all shapes and sizes staring and pointing.
Defeated, Hiyori and Yukine are sitting around the kotatsu at Kofuku's place telling her about all their attempts, how nothing they tried worked, and that they were giving up.
Kofuku looks at them mischievously. "You should try one more time, maybe. You might find more luck~" she winks.
"Everything we tried, backfired, and we're the ones embarrassed." Hiyori moans.
At that moment Yato comes in, and dramatically lies across the top of the kotatsu. Hiyori and Yukine stiffen, certain that he's heard everything
"Hiyoriiii why haven't you and Yukine been playing with meeeeeee todaaaayyyy," Yato complains.
Hiyori turns to him. "Play? What do you mean? We haven't been playing!"
"The games? They've been a lot of fun! Telling me to dress up for your festival? That was great!" Yato enthused. "Swimming wasn't as much fun, but I helped that kid, so it was all cool. And I love those shoes!"
Yukine drops his head into his hands. "Those shoes weren't supposed to be fun! Yato, we were trying to-"
"I know what you were trying to do," Yato said with a smile. "And I'm honored you chose me."
"Chose you? For what?" Hiyori asks exasperated. "We've been trying to embarrass you for days!"
Yato looks at her surprised. "You have?" he laughs "I didn't notice! I've been doing things like that on purpose for years!"
"What??" Hiyori and Yukine both lean toward Yato, still draped across the table. "Why?"
"So that I could do whatever anybody needed, at any time, no matter what. It builds confidence. I've had some rather strange requests over the years." Yato rolls off the table, Kofuku just barely jumping out of his way. "Also it's nice to be noticed, even if it's only just long enough for a laugh."
He poked his head up, eyes just visible over the edge of the table. "If you really wanted to embarrass me, you'd have to do something I've never thought of. And I've thought of everything."
"What about getting pantsed in public?" Yukine asked.
"Done it." Yato replied.
"Making weird noises on the phone?"
"Easy peasy."
"Waving to random strangers as if you know them?"
"That one is extra fun."
Hiyori watches as this exchange goes on, and notices an interesting connection with all the suggestions and answers. A plan forming in her mind, she gets up from her position at the kotatsu.
Yato and Yukine don't appear to notice when she kneels beside Yato, and gently, gives him a kiss on his cheek.
Stunned, Yato looks to Hiyori, before his face flushes red and he runs out of the room.
"What just happened?" Yukine asks, and in reply, Hiyori just giggles. Maybe she did gain some more confidence after all.
@averyboringbox, I was your Noragami Secret Santa for this year! You asked for parental Yato & Yukine, so I tried to write you some early canon slice-of-life/comedy featuring the two of them and Daikoku’s (lack of) advice on parenting!
I hope you enjoy it! <3
And thank you to @noragamisecretsanta for hosting the event!
merry christmas @thedeliverygod ~ i got the request from you for happy yatori/trio stuff, and i sincerely hope this delivers ❤
(written for the @noragamisecretsanta 2022 event)
gnome for the holidays
“What do you want for Christmas, H—”
“Nothing! Thank you.”
“Aww. Really? Not even the littlest, tiniest—”
“No gifts, thanks.”
“But I’ve been saving up for months and I think you’d really like this one—”
“Yato.”
Hiyori’s voice, which had started at tepid tolerance, became as hard and cold as diamond. The warning note in it made Yato go a bit pale, which Yukine observed with relish.
“If you deliver another garden gnome to my house,” she said in the same immovable tone, “I will block your number, stop buying you food, unfollow you on Twitter, and tell every liquor licensed shop in the area that you have nineteen DUIs and that selling to you is a danger to the public.”
“They wouldn’t remember me, though—”
“Furthermore...” She cut Yato off seamlessly, and his eyes actually started to well up with tears. Yukine didn’t know if it was at the threats or the tone they were delivered in. This was a girl who had seen one garden gnome too many. This was Hiyori Iki off the leash.
“I will enlist my friends to take down all your posters and cover all graffiti with your number. I will tell them you are a much less cool and edgy Banksy” (“Banksy isn’t really ‘cool’ or ‘edgy’ anymore,” Yukine put in, to no reaction from either) “and, finally, I will take your precious bottle of coins and throw it right off a bridge.”
This final twist of the knife went too far. Yato collapsed beneath the table and commenced a long, whimpering wail of insurmountable heartbreak.
“Who’s strangling a possum in here?” Daikoku poked his head in the door. “Quit caterwauling. Dinner’s ready.”
: : :
The garden gnome situation had begun a month previous when Hiyori mentioned that she was learning from Daikoku how to grow flowers and a few kitchen herbs in a corner of the yard at her own house. Her mistake had been to mention, quite offhandedly, that a little statue or sculpture, perhaps a fountain, might be a nice touch.
“Or a gnome!”
Yato had developed a recent, apparently irreversible fascination with garden gnomes. Yukine wondered what the appeal was, a dark internal voice whispering to him that Yato would reveal that he suffered under the same delusion with the gnomes that he did with the capypers, thinking they were just very small, heavy little men who like to stand silently outside people’s homes.
Hiyori wrinkled her nose at the suggestion.
“I’m leaning more toward a fountain,” she had said feebly, but it was too late.
Three of them arrived within the next week. Hiyori, not wanting to entirely crush his soul, put one in a discreet corner of her little garden, three-quarters-hidden by a clump of thyme. The other two went under her bed, where they stayed for the next day as she thought about how to dispose of them. She didn’t entirely like to put them straight into the trash, but they were so hideous, and she hated them so much, and they simply couldn’t stay under her bed where they would cause night terrors.
She took them to school, depositing one in a dusty, ancient little upstairs closet and the other deep in the shadows underneath the stairs leading down to the boiler room. She felt ridiculous doing this, and nearly took them both straight to the dumpster beforehand, but the thought of Yato finding them there and feeling betrayed…
She rolled the second gnome so deep beneath the bottom step of the boiler room that it wedged there solidly. Better to hide them around the school—to catalyze a future custodian’s heart attack upon discovery—than that.
As it turned out, she had no reason to worry. By the time the eleventh gnome made it to her house, she was piling them happily into the dumpster en masse.
“Can you get him to stop?” she begged Yukine. “This must be absolutely burning through your savings.”
“I think he’s stealing them,” Yukine confessed. “He was cleaning dirt off the bottom of one yesterday before he went to leave it at your doorstep. I tried to stop him…” He trailed off in defeat.
Hiyori shook her head sympathetically. She had already told him outright via several communication channels that the gnomes were unwelcome, but all had fallen on deaf ears. Yato seemed to think this was her cute and coquettish way of requesting more gnomes—because that was what arrived.
By the middle of December, Hiyori had hidden, thrown out, or otherwise disappeared eighteen ugly little statues that had vanished from gardens around the neighborhood. She had been forced to lie to her parents, who seen a few before she could dispose of them and wondered aloud and at length at their daughter’s new propensity for garden statuary.
“As long as you keep them to your corner, darling,” her mother had said, her uneasy glance resting on the grinning, green-hatted little ceramic man Hiyori had tried to tuck behind her back before the door opened.
“They don’t complement the wisteria.”
: : :
Yukine found Yato outside after dinner, nursing a beer and staring disconsolately at the cloud-choked December sky. Something Yato had said amidst Hiyori’s litany of threats had settled in the back of his brain; it bothered him, and prompted him to speak gently when he might otherwise have scolded.
“You’re leaving breadcrumbs.”
Yato didn’t look at him, which gave Yukine the sinking feeling that he was correct.
“Nope,” said Yato, in a light and throwaway voice. “Breadcrumbs are meant to leave a trail. She doesn’t need to be following me.”
Yukine continued, merciless.
“All right, not breadcrumbs. But you do hope to jog her memory sometimes. Even if she doesn’t remember you, she’ll still be dealing with the traces of your existence. Whenever she sees one of those things, she’ll think ‘Hm…where did that ugly little statue come from? It looks like garbage, so that’s where I’ll put it.’ And eventually they will all be in the trash, forgotten, along with everything she remembers about you. Was that your plan?”
Yato had turned around, keeping both hands flat on the railing. His eyes had flickered with something that wasn’t quite anger, nor sorrow, but had qualities of both. By the time Yukine finished speaking, his face was very quiet.
“You’re a good kid.”
Then he pushed away from the railing and wrapped Yukine in a crushing hug.
Yukine blinked. His arms were pinned to his sides at the elbow; all he could do was bat feebly against Yato’s ribs and squawk with humiliation. As the hug went on, he wondered if he had eaten something off at dinner and was experiencing the most vivid hallucination of anyone in the world, perhaps of all time.
At some point approximately eight million years after it started, Yukine was released. He felt his lungs expand properly again and took a grateful breath.
But he had to admit: the hug had not been, overall, bad.
“I’m glad she’s got you to look out for her,” Yato added. It was said with weight, an enormity of meaning that left Yukine without a response. He was only recently familiar with the concept of “looking out for” someone, or of someone “looking out for” him. The responsibility was great, and strange, and terrible.
When they walked back inside, Kofuku and Hiyori had their heads close together and were watching something on Hiyori’s phone, at which they would occasionally gasp or wince. Daikoku was still in the kitchen, putting away the very last of the dishes. Hiyori was not permitted to help with this as a consequence of being technically a guest, and Kofuku was actively barred from doing as a consequence of having broken not one hundred, not two hundred, but exactly three hundred and sixteen pieces of kitchenware since Daikoku was named.
“What’s so interesting?” Yukine asked, craning his neck to glimpse the small screen. Hiyori and Kofuku each had one earphone in, and they looked up as he approached.
“I’m watching Hiyorin’s future husband crushing another man’s head under his armpit,” Kofuku said. “He’s very good at this move, and also the one where he hugs the other man very tight and makes him go to sleep. I’m not sure how that one works,” she said, enormously interested in the brutality taking place on the phone screen.
“Ah.” Yukine was familiar with this subject. “A Touno highlight reel?”
Hiyori blushed to the roots of her hair. “I just wanted to show her some of his best—”
“Muscles?” Daikoku called out from the kitchen.
“—moves, before he comes to the city next month for the championship matchups. I really thought about getting a ticket but they were going so fast, and I can’t exactly afford it—”
She cut herself off at this point, looking ashamed at having said so much already.
“Good thing you have those gnomes,” Yato sagely offered, taking what Yukine thought to be the hugely unnecessary risk of souring her mood for the second time that day.
After several seconds, Hiyori took in a fortifying breath and said with sainted patience:
“Oh? And why is that, Yato?”
“Because one of them has tickets to Touno’s match hidden in the base.”
This response, delivered to a thunderstruck room, didn’t seem to have the effect Yato was expecting.
“I wanted to put something inside each one, but I’m not allowed to spend that much money anymore, so I ended up just with the tickets.”
Yukine thought back to when he saw Yato “cleaning” the bottom of the gnome. Logic began to click into place.
“H-how…” Hiyori’s voice was breathy, her face a frozen mask of tragedy.
“How many gnomes ago—I mean days—was this?”
Yato tapped his cheek thoughtfully. “Not actually sure about that. I think it had a yellow hat, though.”
Her stricken face lost a few more degrees of color.
“Metro station restroom,” she whispered inexplicably.
Springing up from beside Kofuku, she reeled in the earphones and shoved her back in her pocket. By the time anyone else could think of moving, she was already at the doorway and shoving her feet into her shoes.
“Thanks for the meal, Daikoku!” she called over her shoulder.
Before throwing herself out the door, she stopped, one of her shoes still dangling from a hand. Then she whirled back into the room, grabbed the front of Yato’s shirt, and pressed her lips very quickly, very gently, to his cheek.
Seconds later she had darted from the house, and Yukine saw her moving down the street at nearly a sprint.
When he turned back to the others, he saw that Kofuku was so incapacitated at Yato’s expression that she could no longer move, and was rolling around clutching her sides in paroxysms of hilarity.
While it’s not quite Christmas themed, I wanted to dive a bit more into Yato’s past and I hope you like it.
@noragamisecretsanta
Like Family
There was some time after Father’s announcement to have a god before Mizuchi met her new baby brother. She wasn’t sure what to expect. But whoever this god turned out to be, they would always be like family.
Merry Christmas to the wonderful @ocularl0zenges! I’m a big fan of your comics, so of course I had to try my hand at a TakeKiun comic too!
It’s my first time doing a comic (+ I had to rush this bc school) but I hope you like it nonetheless! Thank you to @noragamisecretsanta for the event too~
Merry Christmas to @asin-ka! It was I, your secret santa—your own personal delivery god. I wrote a kind of established relationship yatori fun in the snow fluff fic for the @noragamisecretsanta event. Enjoy!
PURE SNOW
“C’mon, Hiyori. It’s a record-breaking snowfall! You don’t even have an excuse; your classes were cancelled today. I saw it online.” Yato leaned over her desk, his arms lightly resting over her notes and book while he used his face to block her view with a grin.
Unamused, Hiyori slipped her book out from underneath him and used swivel function of her chair to turn around and kept reading. “I do have an excuse. Even if there aren’t classes today, my mid-terms are coming up and I need to study. Why don’t you play outside with Yukine-kun?”
“Because I want to do it with you. Not to mention Yukine is helping Daikoku shovel around the shop.” He draped himself over the back of her chair.
She looked up from her book, commenting, “Sounds like something you should be helping with.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll get an earful from Daikoku later, I’m sure. But Hiyori, when are we gonna get a chance like this again?” He leaned down even further so that his forehead touched hers, begging, “Pleeeeaaaaseee?”
She stared back into his eyes for a moment before letting out a sigh and relenting, “I guess a small break won’t hurt.”
For @loramangora (I’m not sure if this is your tumblr because it’s empty but >>;; if it’s not, I hope you see this somehow anyway!) You wanted something with Take / Takekiun, and this is what ended up coming out!
The second part is a bonus comic that started as a 4koma (’I’m not doing another comic again this year’ I told myself, and then this appeared anyway at the last minute lmfao, I thought it would be cute to draw takekiun with mistletoe hair ribbons, and then…)
its finally secret santa day! happy holidays @jungle-savate !!!! i hope you enjoy this soft little yatori, i know i did ;> (click for better quality on mobile smh)
Happy Holidays mayybearii ! I was your Secret Santa. I heard you wanted some trio fluff and so do I xD so here is them just goofing off like they used too (and here's to hoping they can goof off again <3)
Happy Holidays to everyone else too! And thank you noragamisecretsanta for hosting it again this year! <3 I alway look forward to seeing everyone's wonderful art <3
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