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dottie-writes-haikyuu · 5 months ago

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The Worst in Me? Honey, This is my Best.

This is part 11 of my fic Not Everyone Survives (But I will do the Best I Can). Tags and other chapters can be found here!

In which the apocalypse brings out the worst in some, and does the worst to others.

They went in the night. He, Tobio, Suga, and Tsukishima. They went through the downstairs, and Shouyou directed them to Bokuto’s room. He would hold down Keiji if the man happened to wake up. Suga would keep watch.

The couple slept entangled, which was inconvenient. And Keiji was a light sleeper.

Bokuto wasn’t, though. Maybe if they were gentle, he wouldn’t wake up until it was too late.

They got halfway downstairs before Koutarou woke up, properly confused and disoriented.

“What…m’I still dreaming?”

“Yeah, you are, Koutarou. You should just keep quiet,” Suga murmured soothingly. And he almost believed them.

Almost.

The muscular man would’ve probably been a lot bigger of a problem, suddenly yelling and swinging on Suga like that, if Shouyou hadn’t been prepared. He took his gun out, pointing it in the direction of the room the rugrats slept in.

“You come with us, or we start killing your rugrats.”

He wouldn’t actually. Unless he had to.

But it worked, because the man went silent immediately.

“Right,” Shouyou muttered.

This was for all of them. This was to find a cure. This was to save them.

He’d be forgiven.

—

Kuroo woke up and heard a voice, but by the time he registered that that was probably a problem, it was quiet. He crept down the stairs, but nothing was happening. Had he been hallucinating? Maybe the fumes were starting to get to him.

“You heard it too?”

Kenma.

“Yeah.”

“It sounded like yelling.”

“It did. But nothing’s—“

Kenma suddenly cursed loudly, running back upstairs. Fear stopped Tetsurou’s heart immediately and he followed, watching the blonde throw open Bokuto and Akaashi’s bedroom door.

“FUCK!”

“What? What is it?!”

“What happened, why are we yelling what’s going on—“

“They took Koutarou,” Kenma shouted, and they all froze.

Keiji noticed the empty spot beside him in bed and sprang up, grabbing a gun and running from the room.

“Keiji, you’re not gonna find—“

“I don’t fucking care!”

So they followed.

—

Koutarou knew fear too well. Knew how it felt trickling down his spine and filling his mind. Knew how it felt when it clutched him.

But he didn’t know how it felt to have his friends kidnap him. That was new.

Guns were pointed at him from all angles the whole way to Messenger’s base. Then, he got to the lab and was collared. Like a damn dog.

“Shouyou, what is this? Why am I here?” he questioned. He had an idea, but…

“Well, we heard you’re immune, right? We don’t wanna like, kill you, but we wanna put an end to the apocalypse. You understand, right? We’re gonna find a cure with you as our base. And we’ll give you back once we’re done!” the redhead explained, smiling.

What?

Shouyou of all people had kidnapped him to experiment on him for the cure? Maybe he was dreaming.

“What if I don’t want that?” he asked slowly.

“Well, that’s pretty selfish, don’t you think? And we already took you, so… no choice now,” Hinata said casually with a shrug.

What the fuck. He felt dread start to curl around his mind at how relaxed they all were about this.

“What’s the collar for, then?”

“To make sure you don’t escape, of course. You can test it out once we leave!”

Oh, they were fucking taunting him.

“We won’t kill you,” Suga assured. “And once the apocalypse is over, we can all just forget about this.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever just forget this,” he hissed. He was still partially hoping they weren’t being serious.

“Well, the rest of us will.”

“I don’t think you understand—“

“We all want the apocalypse to end. This is for all of us.”

He sighed.

“Shouyou, this isn’t the way to go about it.”

“So, even though you could possibly be the cure, you want to go home?”

Well, when he put it like that, he just sounded selfish. If it would end the apocalypse….

Keiji would come help him eventually.

“Exactly. Now you see what I’m talking about, right?”

“…yeah.”

“So, we start tomorrow! Go on and rest the collar out, once we leave,” the ginger encouraged. “I didn’t set the range so I don’t know how far you can go.”

That still pissed him off. They were friends, and the motherfucker was talking to him like an unruly child.

He’d try anyway. Maybe he could get close enough to find someone, if they were looking for him.

He hoped they’d look for him.

—

Keiji was in tears now, his voice desperate as he spoke.

“Who could’ve taken him? Who else knew?”

Kenma sat on the edge of the bed. “Only Shouyou, but he must have told someone else. He wouldn’t take Bokuto.”

Keiji’s eyes slid over to Kenma’s face. “You told other teams?”

“Only Shouyou! He’s my best friend, y’know?”

“You told Hinata? And no one else?”

“Yeah, but he probably told someone else.”

“Or he took Koutarou himself.”

“The yelling downstairs did sound like him, Kenma, you have to admit,” Kuroo said gently.

“No, he wouldn’t. He didn’t.”

Kuroo sighed.

“We’ll see next supply run day, which is…”

“Fucking tomorrow,” Keiji hissed.

“Then I’ll go, too,” Kenma said, somewhat defensively.

Oh, the man was going to blame himself if they were right.

Tetsurou hoped, for Kenma’s sake, that they weren’t.

Watching the two that morning, Keiji looking a mess as he tightened his belt and holstered his guns, and Kenma looking anxious beyond belief, Kuroo yet again hoped that Shouyou hadn’t kidnapped Bokuto.

Keiji seemed to have gotten himself together by the time that they got to the docks, his eyes full of distrust as he watched Shouyou interact with Ushijima— had he taken Bokuto to get back at them for drawing out of project 705? —and Kita (they hadn’t talked to Kita at all since the day Bokuto got attacked). When Crown’s helicopters landed, the ravenette couldn’t fully stop himself from glaring. Kuroo nudged him, Kenma sticking close. Their rugrats were socializing.

Suguru stepped out of the helicopter and Kuroo felt his resolve to not say anything until they figured out who took Bokuto slipping. His boyfriend looked over, smiling at the sight of him. Kenma pinched the ravenette’s elbow, causing him to wince as a bolt of pain flooded his limb.

“Don’t mention anything.”

He nodded. Shouyou seemed to catch sight of them and a smile grew across his face, but it was…off.

Oh, that fucking bastard.

Keiji’s face immediately screwed up into an angrily polite smile, Shouyou’s expression annoyed and smug all in one.

“Hi, Akaashi,” Hinata greeted, sticking his hand out.

“Hello, Hinata,” the shorter ravenette bit out through his teeth, the handshake tense and loaded— I have him vs You fucking bastard, I know you have him —and then Kenma seemed to realize it too.

Anger was welling up in Kuroo and he had to remember that restraint and discipline were virtues. That, and Keiji’s anger issues were bound to show their face at some point. Kuroo inched slightly closer to the second in command, just in case, as the short ginger before them tilted his head.

“Huh, that’s odd. Where’s Bokuto?”

Akaashi immediately lunged forward, Kuroo barely managing to grab him. That grin turned antagonistic. Kuroo wanted to punch it off of his fucking face, but someone had to stop Keiji from getting violent. The man thrashed in his arms, cursing and threatening the ginger who simply sighed. Kenma’s gaze was full of hurt and betrayal and self blame.

“I am going to kill you, you fucking bastard what have you done with him—“

“Keiji, don’t.”

Kenma’s voice was quiet. Those hazel eyes turned apologetic at the sound of it.

“You’ll forgive me once you realize why,” Shouyou assured the blonde softly.

“I won’t. We can’t. I trusted you, Shouyou! Why did you— why would you—“

Nothing ever lasts forever.

“This is for all of us, Kenma.”

“Give him back, you sick asshole,” Akaashi growled, still trying to get to Hinata.

“We will, once we save all of us. This is for you, too, you know. And for him. It’s for everyone.”

“You’ll kill him in the process, Shouyou, you can’t just—“

“We know what we’re doing. You’ll understand.”

With that, the ginger walked away, leaving Kenma reaching for him, Keiji panting in anger and exertion in a seething Kuroo’s arms, and Kuroo’s head spinning. What the fuck.

Everybody wants to rule the world.

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can you do a chapter based on your Death!Reader and God!Brother hcs where Death wakes up from her sleep and goes to Heaven to check up on her brother's children and everyone is obviously terrified of her?

Hmmm…I’m not typically one to do requests because the urge to write is so sporadic and random for me. BUT I have been thinking about the initial confrontation in Heaven for a while now, so here are some head cannons for that. >w>

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- It’s a typical perfect day in Heaven…Until it isn’t. Having seen what had become of your realm and learning Heaven was to blame for it, you’re on your way to rip someone a new asshole.

- Screams erupt from the Angels as the ground begins to shake and the bright sky darkens. Sera and Emily rush out just in time to join the Angels in watching in abject terror as a massive pool of darkness forms on the ground, and from it slowly rises a menacing figure.

- The figure is massive, and it only continues to rise until even the tallest building barely reaches its hips. Its six long horns twist and arch toward the sky, only making the figure appear even taller. Upon reaching its full height, the figure spreads its six mighty wings, each one sporting a menacingly sharp claw and all as shrouded in darkness as the rest of the figure.

- As its wings blot out the sun further, the figure opens its many blazing white eyes; two where you’d normally expect to see eyes, a third in the center of its forehead, and dozens more scattered across its wings and body.

- Sera lost all color as soon as she saw the figure rising, and somehow lost even MORE color when the figure opened all of its eyes. She looks like she shit herself, and Emily is panicking, trying desperately to get Sera to tell her what’s going on; she’s never seen the older Seraph look so terrified.

- With this unimaginably imposing figure now looming over Heaven, Adam decides this is the PERFECT time to attack, having been dumb enough to think this was a Demon attacking Heaven.

- The exorcists fly up towards the figure, ready to attack. This only angers the figure further however, and with a rumble that shakes the ground itself, the figure merely flaps its wings; creating a gust of wind so powerful it knocks all the exorcists back onto the ground.

- It’s at this point Sera FINALLY snaps out of it, rushing to Adam in mad panic and damn nearly strangling him while telling him to call off the exorcists. Which he does, albeit with some reluctance.

- This doesn’t stop him from asking Sera what gives, and her response is “Adam you absolute fucking fool, that is DEATH!”

- Now it’s Adam’s turn to look like he shit himself. “Death? As in, “the big man himself’s younger sister” Death?? As in, “the baddest bitch you’ve EVER seen, but can kill ANYTHING by just touching it” Death??? THAT fucking Death????” Ignoring that last statement, Sera’s frantic nodding in confirmation confirms to Adam that he has indeed fucked up. Big time. Adam then proceeds to lose all color in his face and practically cowers behind Sera as she cautiously approaches you, mentally preparing herself to be reaped on the spot.

- Back to your perspective however, you’re fucking PISSED. So pissed that you don’t even notice or stop to think that most of Heaven’s inhabitants likely have NO CLUE who you are, and are likely legitimately fearing for their lives. Meanwhile for all the older Angels and Angelic beings who’ve been alive long enough to have known you before you went to sleep, like Sera, they’re all still very much afraid, but it’s more in line with the “oh shit mom’s home early and she saw the mess we made in the kitchen, she’s gonna kill us!” kind of fear.

- The fact that they sent exorcists at you makes you even angrier. Like for starters, how fucking weak do they think you are that you could be stopped by just some low level Angelic beings with pointy sticks?? And then the audacity to even attack you to begin with, like THEY weren’t the ones who fucked up and you’re just some kind of strange intruder needing to be slain?? The INDIGNITY of it all!

- Your voice booms throughout Heaven, making even the ground tremble at the sheer intensity of it. “WHO DID IT?” You’re met with only silence, so you ask again with more force. “MY REALM IS A COMPLETE MESS WITH MILLIONS OF DISPLACED SOULS RIGHT NOW. SO AGAIN I ASK, WHICH ONE OF YOU FLAT FOOT CHILDREN DID THIS?!”

- Sera replies, voice trembling slightly. “Are…Are you talking about the exterminations? “IF THAT IS WHAT YOU’RE CALLING THIS MOCKERY OF MY WORK, THEN YES.” Sera looks visibly confused and concerned. “But…That SHOULDN’T be possible!…The exterminations KILL the Sinners; their souls should be gone, not stuck in Limbo! There has to be some kind of mistake here!”

- Hearing this, you can’t help but let out a brief but harsh cackle, making the ground jolt from the abruptness. “DEAR YOU HONESTLY THINK A SOUL COULD BE SO EASY TO DESTROY? A SOUL IS A POWERFUL THING FOR A REASON CHILD, IF THEY WERE SO EASILY DESTROYED THEN NONE OF YOU WOULD BE STANDING HERE BEFORE ME NOW!…SO ONCE AGAIN, WHO. DID. THIS?! AND SO HELP ME, IF I HAVE TO ASK AGAIN THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES.”

- Whilst Sera is dumbfounded by this revelation, Adam sees a golden opportunity to save his ass and points at Sera. “I-It was her! Yeah it was all fucking HER idea! I-I tried to tell her it was stupid, b-but she just REALLY wanted to go down and kill those bast- Demons! Yeah she REALLY wanted to kill all those poor Demons, can ya fucking believe this shit?!”

- Before Sera can defend herself, the darkness seems to intensify, and she can just FEEL every one of your eyes glaring daggers into her. “SERA…YOU SIGNED OFF ON THIS?? YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF, I EXPECTED SO MUCH BETTER FROM YOU! I LEFT EXPLICIT INSTRUCTIONS FOR HEAVEN AND HELL TO WORK TOGETHER TO SORT SOULS FOR THIS VERY REASON! AND NOW BECAUSE OF THESE BARBARIC “EXTERMINATIONS”, YOU’VE COMPLETELY DESTROYED THE BALANCE I WORKED SO HARD TO CREATE AND MAINTAIN. I HOPE YOU’RE PROUD OF YOURSELF, BECAUSE I’M CERTAINLY NOT!”

- It’s a strange and mildly amusing sight to see the head seraph get scolded like a misbehaving child by this massive dark entity. But here we are anyway!

- At one point during the tongue lashing you’re giving to your niece, Emily buts in and asks for an explanation for what’s going on; having not heard Sera’s previous explanation to Adam apparently.

- Your temper flares for a brief moment, and you just about launched into another lecture at the little shit who DARED interrupt you. But upon seeing Emily, you softened considerably, seeing that she was young and TRULY didn’t understand what was happening.

- “AH…I APOLOGIZE DEAR, BUT I DON’T THINK I RECOGNIZE YOU…COME CLOSER LITTLE ONE SO I CAN SEE YOU.” You slowly crouch down and lower your hand, offering Emily to climb onto it. Emily is hesitant, obviously a bit scared of you. But Sera encourages her to go to you, she knows that you won’t hurt Emily and it’s high time she meets her aunt anyway.

- With the small seraph in hand, you stand back up to your full height and bring her closer to your face. Now FINALLY able to see her properly, you speak. “YOU’RE FAIRLY YOUNG FOR A SERAPH…YOU MUST’VE BEEN BORN DURING MY SLUMBER, AND IN THAT CASE I APOLOGIZE THIS HAD TO BE OUR FIRST MEETING. TELL ME, WHAT IS YOUR NAME CHILD?”

- Her voice trembling slightly, Emily tells you her name and then asks who you are and asks if you’re a seraph like her and Sera. The innocent question gets a genuine laugh out of you, and despite it shaking the ground it’s a lovely sound. “OH CHILD, I AM FAR FROM BEING A SERAPH. THOUGH I CAN SEE WHY YOU WOULD THINK THAT. YOU WERE ALL MADE IN MY IMAGE AFTER ALL.”

- Seeing the visible confusion on Emily’s face, you elaborated. “LONG AGO, YOUR FATHER WANTED TO SHOW HIS APPRECIATION OF ME. SO FOR HIS FIRST SENTIENT CREATIONS, THE SERAPHIM, HE BASED THEM ALL ON ME.” Emily looks surprised, and follows up by asking how you know God.

- You give another genuine laugh at her question. “SWEETY I’M HIS YOUNGER SISTER, I AM “DEATH”, THE GODDESS OF WELL…DEATH. BUT YOU CAN CALL ME “D” OR “AUNT D”, MOST OF YOUR SIBLINGS DO.” Emily’s mind is blown “Wait! YOU’RE aunt D?! Sera told me all kinds of stories about you before you went to sleep, like the time you got into an argument with Father over his invention of the “Snuggie”. I never thought I’d get to meet you!”

- “IT WAS LITERALLY JUST A BATHROBE YOU WORE BACKWARDS, AND I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE HE THOUGHT THAT WAS AT ALL CLEVER.” You huff, feeling amusement and mild irritation at that memory.

- “SPEAKING OF YOUR FATHER, WHERE IS HE?” Sera speaks up, having managed to recollect herself, and explains that no one has seen or heard a word from God since before you went to sleep.

- The irritated snarl that leaves your throat sounds like thunder and shakes the ground, making everyone tremble with fear. “THAT LAZY BASTARD HAD ONE FUCKING JOB, WATCH HIS DAMN KIDS, AND HE COULDN’T EVEN DO THAT?! NO WONDER THIS ALL HAPPENED THEN, HE LEFT YOU ALL UNSUPERVISED!”

- Bending over, you carefully set Emily down before standing back up. “I HATE TO CUT MY INTRODUCTION SHORT, BUT APPARENTLY I NEED TO GO AND HAVE A LITTLE CHAT WITH YOUR FATHER.” You stare pointedly at Sera and continue. “DON’T THINK THIS MEANS YOU’RE ENTIRELY OFF THE HOOK EITHER. WHILE YES, YOUR FATHER’S ABSENCE IS MOSTLY TO BLAME FOR THIS DEBACLE, YOU ALSO KNOW BETTER THAN TO DO SUCH TERRIBLE THINGS. WE WILL BE DISCUSSING THIS MORE ONCE I FINISH WITH YOUR FATHER, AND IF I COME BACK AND FIND OUT YOU HELD ANY MORE OF THESE “EXTERMINATIONS” I WILL TURN YOU INTO A HOLLOW! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?” Looking at the ground, Sera nods and says “Yes Auntie D…”

- Satisfied with that response, you bid everyone farewell and slowly melt back into the ground, completely disappearing. Once you’re gone, the sunlight is back and it’s as if you were never there.

- Now the seraphim have to soothe the murmuring crowd while Sera starts attempting to get in contact with Lucifer to let him know that “Hey Aunt D found out about the exterminations and is NOT happy about it. She just got done yelling at me, and now she’s on her way to go read Father the riot act. Just warning you now because once she’s done with him, you’re probably gonna be next.”

- Lucifer receives the message and is now frantically trying to create peace offerings in hopes they’ll make you more amicable, while also preemptively planning his own funeral in case the peace offerings don’t work.

- Meanwhile in God’s palace, God is currently relaxing in an elaborate hot tub and watching American football on an absurdly large TV whilst drinking wine like it’s water. He’s pretty drunk and having a grand time yelling at the TV.

- His fun is interrupted through by you literally kicking in the door and storming in, you’ve shrunken down to your smaller size so all your features are actually visible now and not covered in darkness as you glare at your older brother with an intensity that could peel paint.

- God startled momentarily before seeing it’s you and giving you a dopey smile. He’s also in his smaller form, so that makes things slightly easier for you. “Ohhh heeeyyy Death!…You startled me thereee…It’zzzz beeen awhillle, huh?” You scoff at his slurred speech, in disbelief that he could be so drunk right now.

- “Yes, it HAS been awhile. Good to see that you still choose to spend your days getting completely wasted instead of tending to your children.” You answer tersely, and God rolls his eyes. “Zzstill the saaame old ssstuck up bitch…Tha kidzz are fahine Deee! Yyyoou should cohme haave ah drink wib meee.”

- You ignore God’s offer for a drink and cut right to the chase. “No, your kids are NOT fine! When was the last time you checked in on them?! Do you even know what they’re up to right now??!” God dismissively waves his hand and chugs more wine. “I juzzt checked on thhhem ah couple decades aghooo..They’rrre prohably makinnn neeewh liffe.”

- “God that is a load of shit, and you know it! I was JUST down in Heaven, and the seraphim told me that you haven’t seen or spoken to ANY of them since I left to take my nap eons ago! And furthermore, while you’ve been in here drinking the day away, your children have COMPLETELY destroyed the balance we created! They’ve been mass slaughtering Demons annually for millennia now, and Limbo is a complete disaster right now because of this!” Hearing this, God looks down at his bottle of whine, embarrassed, and mumbles an awkward “oh”.

- Silence hangs heavy in the air for a moment before God clears his throat and says. “Zzsooo…You’rrree NNOT gooing to drink wiff me?” At this you snap and snatch the wine bottle from God and chuck it at the TV, smashing the bottle and the TV. God shouts in anger but before he can ask you wtf that was for, you just lay into him. Calling him a deadbeat and pathetic excuse of a deity.

- “How can you just sit in here day after day, while your CHILDREN are out there causing such mayhem! Do you not love your children all??!” God is shouting back at you, his anger having sobered him up some so he’s not slurring as much. “How DARE you accuse me of not loving my children! I would giive ANYTHING for them and you know that!”

- “Then fucking ACT like it!! Don’t just sit in here and rot your mind with booze and TV!” God growls. “I don’t need you to tell meee how to handle my children! Why do you even care?! It’zzz not like they’re yours anyway!”

- “I care because they are part of MY family, and I want my family to be safe and happy, something that you couldn’t give less of a shit about apparently!” God throws his hands up at this point “Well what do you want from me Death, go hhhold their handz?! My children are ALL capable of thinking and being on their own, they don’t NEED me to do shit for them!”

- “That doesn’t mean that they don’t still need you there emotionally! But with the way you act maybe it’s best you ARE never there! After all, what use could any of them get from your pathetic drunk ass!!” This clearly struck a nerve as God points back at the door you came in through and roars at you to get the fuck out of his house. Growling, you give a harsh “Fine!” and tell him he can sit and be a drunk deadbeat all he wants because you’re done with him and his shit, and he’s NEVER to contact you again unless it’s in regards to his children or business.

- You stomp out of God’s palace and return to Limbo, wanting to start working on getting things cleaned up and cool off some before you go check on things in Hell.

- Once you’re gone though, God slumps his shoulders and hangs his head. With your venomous words echoing his head, he summons another bottle of wine and begins chugging it while he trudges into his bedchambers.

- He flops down onto the bed and picks up a framed photo and slowly brings it closer to his face. It’s an old photo, one taken shortly after God created the first few seraphim. You and God are both standing next to each other, arms around each other’s shoulders and leaning in close while the first seraphim all stand in between the two of you. Everyone is absolutely beaming, and God looks especially happy; so proud of his creations.

- Tears drop onto the photo as God remembers how things used to be back then, back when he was actually NEEDED by those around him and wasn’t just some brand figure who’s only job is to smile and wave. Even as he slowly sets the photo down, tears continue to fall and he holds his head in his hands. “…I’m sorry I’m so damn useless…Hopefully you’ll forgive me someday…Not that I deserve it though…I’m…so fucking sorry…” No one is there to hear God’s sobs, and eventually he passes out. He’d rather be dreaming of happier times anyway.

#damn this ended up being WAY longer than i intended #and with a bit of angst no less!#god isn’t a bad guy he’s just SUPER depressed and suffering an existential crisis #basically after creating the angelic beings he didn’t really have to do anything anymore #because the angels were able to create and think on their own #so there isn’t really anything for god to do now because the angels can do it themselves #with so much time on his hands he started questioning his existence and what he was even meant to do #he feels completely useless because he truly believes that if he isn’t constantly creating things then he has no purpose #he deals with this by holing up in his palace and drinking himself silly and getting high #he has not told you this primarily because he doesn’t know how #he’s much like his son lucifer in that he’s not great at discussing his feelings #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x death! reader #death reader #i like to imagine the seraphim have a group chat and sera just posts in it like ‘aunt d found out about the exorcisms. we’re all dead.’#and it starts blowing up with everyone freaking out and trying to figure out wtf they’re gonna do #lucifer is preparing for the ass whooping you’re gonna give him

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