#but ahhhh! god Seto and regalia Katsuya learning to trust and depend on each other

[alectoperdita]

i started noragami for the first time and i am longing for your kaijou regalia au

I hope you enjoy it! I adore the world-building Noragami a lot. Granted I've only seen the first anime season so far, but one day! One day I will get to Aragoto!

I too occasionally long for the Regalia AU. 🥺 (If only there was someone who would write that...)

At some point, I started writing a continuation picking up right after Sacred arrows. And then I got distracted by other projects... Here's a bit of a peek under the cut. Hopefully one day I can get back to it.

Mai's silks rippled and flowed, silent as their footsteps as they rounded the table and lowered into seiza at Seto's side. Sunlight danced off their rhinestone-decorated nails, a horrible gaudy fashion trend picked up from mortals, as they reached for his coat collar. He intercepted the hand and squeezed the captured wrist as a warning.

But Mai was not so easily dissuaded. None of the Inari god collective were.

"Don't be like that, Seto." Mai dropped their teasing expression in favor of something solemn. "I'm concerned for your wellbeing on behalf of my absent brethren."

Seto stiffened. That momentary hesitation was all the opening Mai required to shake his hold and fold down the flipped collar. With a light pat, they flattened the fabric and grasped his shirt collar. Hot summer air and their warm breath tingled along the nape of his neck. Mai's studious gaze felt like a physical weight against his shoulder blade's Blight-irritated skin.

"Does your new pet know?" they asked.

"No," replied Seto, staring straight ahead. His face was fixed in neutral.

"Does he not know about Blight? Or does he not know he's given it to you?" The tension in Mai's voice wound tighter.

Silence.

"Seto—"

"Neither. He's a creature ruled by passions. Dim-witted ones. Even if I educate him on Blight, he won't be able to help himself. I'd be wasting my breath."

A storm cloud marred their beautiful features. "Then you must renounce him."

"No."

"You can take another Regalia," they argued.

"From where? Every suitable candidate is immediately snatched up by every power-hungry god in this forsaken city. You have half a dozen alone, and none of them are combat-capable. He may be an idiot, but I need him if I want to—"

Whap!

Seto caught himself on the edge of the low table, white-knuckling the wood and gritting his teeth against the stinging pain in his shoulder. Wild-eyed, he turned to glare at the other god, their hand still held aloft in mid-air after slapping Seto's Blight.

"You overgrown kitsune. I should skin you for that," he hissed.

Mai crossed their arms over their chest and huffed. "I did it for your own good. Someone has to slap some sense into you if you won't listen. I could smell the Blight on you as soon as you came into the room."

That gave Seto pause. The patch of Blight was no bigger than a fist's diameter. He studying it every night after cleansing it with purifying water. Annoying, yes. But nothing to be alarmed about yet. He chalked it up to Mai's vulpine nose that they sensed the corruption so readily. Most other gods would not have noticed.

"It's under control," he said at last.

"You can't keep a lid on it forever. Impurities manifest both ways. Your pet will notice something sooner or later. Especially when he discovers a phantom eye in his back!" Mai threw both hands into the air.

"I'm monitoring the situation. We're nowhere close to that stage."

"Only because he has yet to commit a true sin. What will you do when he does?" demanded Mai.

Seto would renounce him. Of course, he would. Seto didn't intend to die. Not yet. Not here in this crowded forsaken city. Not before he uncovered Mokuba's fate, whether he still lived or had perished.

But he also wouldn't do that until he had no other recourse.