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merakiui · 2 years ago

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I just saw the trailer for the movie M3GAN, and my brain won't stop thinking about Yandere DBH AU! Jade orz Just the thought of android Jade gaining more consciousness that goes toward a more sinister direction for Darling's protection, how Darling treats him just like a regular human, both of them gaining attachment!!

also just imagine Jade doing those silly dance moves and cryptid behavior with that long, thin body of his shdhskdskdj--

YESYESYES OMG AAAAA I have never opened my android!Jade wip so fast. orz please don't mind me while I transfer the thoughts here. (also the dance moves LOL I wouldn't be able to take him seriously, but somehow I know he would still slay both literally and metaphorically).

(cw: yandere, nsfw, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, obsession, violence, murder, character death, implied non-con, descriptions of blood/gore, azul is human in this au, jade & floyd are androids)

Your life changes for the better when you marry Azul Ashengrotto. He’s from a well-off, supportive family. His mother owns a five-star restaurant and is a renowned businesswoman. His step-father is a respectable lawyer, and both he and his wife make for wonderful in-laws, which is a relief because you’ve heard plenty of in-law horror stories from friends. Azul’s life is a stark contrast to yours, which had previously been shrouded in misery and financial troubles. You’ve been working back-to-back jobs in an effort to pay off the debt your guardian passed onto you after their untimely death.

It’s honestly a miracle you met Azul during one of your shifts. He’d been dining with a client and you were the one assigned to wait on his table. You thought he was attractive, but he came from another world entirely, looking so pristine in his expensive suit while you stood dressed in an oversized uniform that you’ve done everything to cinch and tie at the waist so it doesn’t look like you’re drowning in it. There’s no way someone like you would ever catch a wealthy businessman’s eye...or so you thought.

The two of you dated for a year before he finally proposed, and you had said yes because you were so head over heels for him. And everything had become so perfect in the span of a year. He’d paid off your debts, he’d moved you into his luxurious estate, he’d introduced you to his rich friends and coworkers (you’ve made good friends with the tech genius and billionaire Idia Shroud and his little android brother Ortho), and he’d shower you with bottomless love.

He’s the perfect husband. Or he was. At least for the first three years of your married life. Now he’s too busy to eat meals with you, and he often spends his evenings working overtime at the company, always claiming that he and Idia have taken on another project and need to direct their time and energy into it. You didn’t mind it at first. After all, his hard work is the reason you can live a comfortable life. He’d been against you seeking a job and had told you that you needn’t lift a finger anymore. You’ve worked enough, he had said. At the time that sounded like a dream come true, but now that you’re always home, with nothing better to do than laze around and wait in hopes that your husband will manage to break away from work for an hour or two to visit, you realize a job would give you productivity and fulfillment.

At least you’re not truly alone. Azul has two android bodyguards, top of the line models who have received their fair share of upgrades and enhancements from Idia. They’ve been with Azul ever since he was a young boy, caring for him, watching him grow and mature, witnessing every new chapter of his life from the sidelines. Floyd is an exciting, energetic force who carries out most of the labor-intensive chores around the estate at the command of his twin, who usually handles cooking, cleaning, and other housework. Despite the fact that they’re machines following a programmed schedule, you enjoy the way they always seem to liven the atmosphere. When Azul wasn’t so consumed by his work, the lot of you would sit and exchange playful banter over card games, gambling chocolate coins as if they held any real monetary value. And they did—to you and Azul, at least.

Nowadays, you spend most of your free time in the greenhouse, tending to the abundance of plants Azul’s kept. This is by far your favorite room out of the many that make up his estate. It’s warm and full of life, bursting with vibrant colors and scents, and it brings you back to happier days. To the days when Azul was so present in your life. To the days when he put your relationship before work. To the very day you got married, where he’d looked you in the eye and made a promise to always cherish you. Which, if you’re thinking about it in technical terms, he still does. When he does find the time to come home, he clings to you like seaweed, showering you in kisses and cuddles. It feels somewhat superficial now—as if he’s forcing himself to do these things because it’s what’s expected of him. And he always looks so tired, as if work is slowly draining him of his will to carry on.

You know he still loves you, but sometimes his love feels...disconnected, much like how he is from your own life. He only just realized you’ve taken up gardening even though you’ve been caring for the plants for months now. Apparently he assumed Jade was the one who’d been doing it all this time—and he had—but you’d excused him from this duty, claiming that you wanted to take up a new hobby.

Just as you find yourself dwelling on these thoughts, hose in hand and sweat clinging to the back of your neck, Jade appears through the greenery, holding a glass of freshly-squeezed lemonade. He’s quite particular about food preparation. He won’t settle for the mixtures that come from boxes, instead choosing to purchase lemons and sugar and make it by hand. He must have hundreds to thousands of recipes downloaded into his database, for he always cooks something new every night unless told otherwise by you or Azul.

“I come bearing refreshments.”

He offers the glass to you, a content smile stretching his perfect lips. He’s well-made, but then that’s expected of a Shroud android. They are the closest things to human. A quick glance and you may even mistake him for an actual living being. It’s what you’d done when you first moved in with Azul, when Jade had come from the darkness to greet you as you maneuvered through the gloom in the hallway, searching for a way back to the bedroom. He’d nearly scared the soul out of you. But when he smiled amiably and insisted he meant no harm, you relaxed. Only to be properly scared senseless when another tall figure loomed behind, looking exactly the same. Your scream could have shook the house if it wasn’t so expansive, but what it did shake was a sleepy Azul, who’d come staggering into the hall, half-awake and half-asleep, not quite prepared to defend against any intruders.

He’d scolded both androids for frightening you, though Jade had claimed he didn’t intend to spook you and Floyd had merely chuckled—or it was the approximation of a chuckle. It sounded equal parts mechanical and realistic, an uncanny middle ground between android and human. Back then you thought they were eerie, but after spending so long with both androids you’ve grown to appreciate their company.

“I don’t suppose Azul’s told you when he’ll be back?” you venture hopefully, taking the lemonade from him. It tastes much sweeter than usual. You think he may have added too much sugar, but the idea of it is foolish. Jade is always precise with his measurements; he’s never ruined a recipe.

“Unfortunately, he has not. My apologies.” That’s the reply you always receive, accompanied with his trademark bow. At this point you should just stop asking, but a part of you truly hopes that he might change his answer one of these days. “Although, taking his habits and schedule into account, he should return by six. Nine o’clock at the latest.”

“What makes you say that?”

Without missing a beat, Jade says, “Each Friday, Master Azul returns much earlier than he normally does on other days during the week.”

“Ah, right. The weekend. He likes his weekends.” You smile around the rim of your glass. Truthfully, you’d forgotten it was a Friday. “You’re good at remembering stuff.”

“It’s my nature to remember.” He blinks at you, his pupils widening and shrinking as if he’s just scanned you for some bodily imperfection. Tilting his head curiously, he adds, “Though my memory is still only finite. Every month I dispose of useless information to make room for newer, more vital data.”

“Really? What sort of things count as ‘useless’?” You move the hose to a patch of tomato plants, each vine curling up and around the trellis that supports them. Ruby-red tomatoes hang from the verdant strands, and it reminds you of that delicious bruschetta Jade makes—the one with the olive oil, tomatoes, and basil. “I imagine everything’s useful information to you.”

“Not quite,” he says, but he doesn’t elaborate.

Silence stretches between the both of you, only broken by the rushing water and your occasional awkward coughs. Jade smiles pleasantly and follows close behind while you move about the greenhouse to water the other plants. He’s always so silent. You have no idea how he manages it, yet somehow he’s mastered the art of stealth. You think it’s because he’s not human—because he can’t fidget or breathe like a human can.

After what feels like an eternity—though your eternity is probably mere minutes in Jade’s systems—he says, “You’re quite fond of plants.”

“I am.”

“May I ask why?”

You shrug and down what’s left of your lemonade. "I like being active. Moving around. Caring for life. It helps take my mind off of stuff, and it’s really calming.”

He peers at the white gardenias that bloom before you. You and Azul had planted them together. For someone who’d grouse over a single speck of dirt, Azul was certainly content to slip gardening gloves on and get down onto the soil, his knees stained in shades of the earth. It’s a memory you hold close to your heart. You wish he’d plant more flowers with you.

“Caring for life is quite the accomplishment.”

You glance at him and smile kindly. “A big accomplishment. I used to be the worst at caring for houseplants. They’d all wither within the week and then I’d feel like the worst plant person in the world.”

“You aren’t the worst plant person in the world. Not anymore, at least.” He gestures about, his arm stiff and unflinching. “The greenhouse is in beautiful condition thanks to your hard work. I’m certain Master Azul is very grateful for your green thumb.”

“I would hope.” Your laugh comes out hollow and bitter. “I’ve thought about letting everything shrivel and die just so he’d notice, but even then I don’t think death is enough to get Azul’s attention.”

“It’s not wise to make rash decisions without considering the consequences beforehand.”

“Maybe. But it’d be nice to kill something.” At that, Jade raises a concerned brow and you’re quick to correct yourself. “I mean, I wouldn’t actually let them die. These plants are important to me. I only meant—you know... Like, in a metaphorical way.”

“No.” He blinks at you. “No, I’m afraid I don’t know. Death is final and absolute for living creatures. I’m not familiar with the concept beyond that logic.”

“Right... Sorry, I don’t know what I’m saying. I’m just a little stressed.” You exhale slowly and pass your empty glass to him. He peers at the fingerprints left in the condensation. “Can I put in a request for lunch?”

Jade holds a hand over where his heart might be if he were human. “Of course. What is it you’d like to eat, Master?”

“Fried chicken,” you blurt without thinking. “The way Azul likes it.”

“Very well. I’ll see to it right away.”

On his way out of the greenhouse, he turns to you and adds, “Your human hands are not meant for killing. If you allowed these plants to wither, you might wither alongside them. Your environment, if not well-kept, will reflect your state of mind. I’m certain it wouldn’t be ideal for you or Master Azul if such a tragedy were to occur. Take care to maintain your mental health. It’s quite important.”

He leaves you to ponder those words, his presence as fleeting as a soundless wind gust.

- - -

There’s a pattern that you and Azul have fallen into. He returns when time permits, kicks his shoes off and hands his coat to Jade or Floyd—whoever happens to greet him first—and he’ll meander through the long halls until he finds you, usually at the dinner table or in front of the TV. He’ll eat alongside you. You’ll ask about work. He’ll ask about your day. You learn more about his coworkers than you do him. Azul likes to gossip, even if he’s adamant about the fact that the only people who engage in childish gossip are those who have nothing better to do. How astute of him to recognize his own flaws.

After the mundanity of dinner, the both of you will bathe. The jacuzzi bath is set deep into the floor and big enough for more than two. It always looks like he wants to pull you against him and hold you close in the water, but he never verbalizes these desires, nor does he act on them. You sit across from him in the bath, your knees pulled up to your chest. You ask about work again. He answers. He asks you about the greenhouse. You answer.

The bath is even shorter than dinner. You can’t recall the last time you’ve enjoyed bathing with him. You surmise it might have been two years ago when the both of you had emptied far too much soap into the tub and it had overflowed with bubbles, and Jade had tutted at the both of you while he cleaned the aftermath of your carelessness. You’d laughed so joyously while playing in the bubbles; it brought you back to when you were first dating him and the two of you were so wrapped up in one another, as all couples often are in the beginning stages of love. And you’d heard his real laugh so frequently. Now his laugh is as metallic as Jade and Floyd’s. Insincere. Pitying. Another obligation he must follow in order to meet the parameters of a good husband.

There are usually two routes that follow the bath. Either you and Azul dry off, get ready for bed, and retire for the evening, or he’ll offer you a mischievous smile and tug on the sleeve of your robe, guiding you towards the bed. Not for sleep—something he so clearly needs—but for sex.

Tonight is not an immediate retreat to the land of dreams. Rather, you find yourself under him, your gaze straying from his face to the ceiling above.

What if we split up? you almost ask, but you know such an inquiry will sour whatever mood’s been set. Open-mouthed kisses stifle any other doubts that rise to the surface, but like his touch they linger. They always linger. Do you really love me anymore?

“Azul...” you mumble, a sigh that sounds as empty as you feel.

Like everything else in your relationship, sex also feels like a chore. The first three years were fun and new and full of unpredictability. He’d been so eager to try out so many things in the bedroom, as had you, and the both of you were always glued to each other come sunrise. Not even Floyd’s boisterous good mornings could rouse either of you. And if it did, you’d shoo him off with grumbles and curses. He’d often compliment you in the mornings, his voice still deep with sleep, while pressing chaste kisses to your jaw and cheek. He’d call you his sun seraph and you’d fall even more in love with the azure sky reflected in his eyes.

Now, after every nightly tryst—can loveless sex even qualify as a tryst?—you wake to an empty bed, to Jade’s soft greetings as he opens the curtains and informs you that Azul has left for work, and the cycle ends there. It will repeat itself the next time he chooses to come home.

It always repeats.

“Azul, I love you.”

He hums his affirmation into your neck. Your heart freezes over once more. He’s stopped telling you he loves you. That was three weeks ago. You’re not sure what changed. You’re not sure why he doesn’t say it anymore, especially when he’d been so vocal about it years prior.

“You love—” You choke on a gasp when his cock hits a specific spot deep inside of you. “Y-You love me, too... R-Right?”

“Of course. I always will,” he whispers, syllables hot and sticky and drenched in lust.

You blink tears away and turn your head to the right. The breath sticks in your throat when you spy the tall figure standing rigidly prim in the corner, his head bowed only slightly.

Sleep mode, you realize. But then your brain trips over itself and you find yourself thinking, How long has Jade been there?

And you know it’s Jade who stands there in the dark because only Jade could be so deathly still. Even Floyd, as inhuman as he is, has adopted the habit of fidgeting—of swaying to and fro to some inaudible music—when he’s left idle for too long, and so it cannot possibly be him.

Azul’s thrusts have gotten sloppy and erratic. You know he’s close, and though you’re far from close yourself you wrap your arms around his neck, pull him into you so that your heartbeats can kiss, and allow him to work himself towards orgasm. Without meaning to, your eyes fall upon the corner again. A single yellow eye peers back, the other shrouded in shadows, and the beginnings of a smile prick Jade’s lips. He raises his slender index finger to shush you.

When you find yourself in the throes of feigned pleasure and Azul has finished inside and pulled out, turning to lie the other way—his back always faces you nowadays; it feels like the bed is much too big, as if it grows larger with every passing night—you check the corner once more. Darkness fills the empty void that Jade once populated. You’re left to wonder if he was even there to begin with.

The sun rises to welcome another day, shining its rays upon a bed missing its second half. Jade wakes you with his usual smile. You open your mouth to ask him what he was doing in the bedroom last night, but another question tumbles out instead.

“Can you make fried chicken? The... The way Azul likes it.”

“For breakfast?” he asks, brows raised. As if it’s a surprising request. As if he—the all-knowing, never fazed android—could be shocked.

You turn away from him, burying yourself under a duvet that smells pleasantly of Azul despite his absence.

“Yes, for breakfast,” you snap, bitter with heartbreak. “Just... Please. Please just make it, okay?”

You can’t see Jade’s expression, but you can hear the warmth that bleeds into his monotonous intonation when he speaks next.

“Of course. Anything for you, Master.”

- - -

The months are cyclical until the calendar reaches February. Azul’s birthday month. Last year, you took him to his favorite restaurant after a day filled with winter activities. He seemed to enjoy it then, but looking back you think he might’ve been pretending. Azul was miserable during ice skating, but it was only because it was something he had yet to master. And Azul can’t stand it when he’s anything less than perfect.

When you broach the subject of birthday plans to him, his expression matches the cloudy sky outside.

“I’m afraid I leave for a business trip a few days before that.”

“Oh.” You peer into your tea to watch your reflection as it ripples with distortion. “Okay.”

Part of you thinks he might invite you along, but another part asks why. Why would he when there’s no point in it? Even abroad, Azul would be consumed by work. You’d be left at the hotel and, despite the change in scenery, things would play out as they often do at home.

“We can do something once I’ve returned. I’ll only be gone for a week and a half. After that, I’ve taken the month off. We can do whatever you’d like.”

An entire month feels too generous. You glance at him.

“Do you promise?”

Like ice skating, Azul is not fond of promises. But this time he manages a nod. He reaches across the table to take your hand in his.

“I promise.” You stare at your interlaced fingers and frown. He seems to sense your disbelief, for he clears his throat and hastily adds, “I... I know I haven’t been very...present as of late. But I will be. From now on. Very present. I promise.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” He squeezes your hand. You nod mutely. His voice comes out small and sad. “Okay...”

Jade delivers two plates of pancakes at that moment. Azul’s are arranged in neat stacks with syrup drizzled in artistic patterns and garnished with a single mint leaf. Your pancakes, however, have been decorated with fruits and whipped cream, arranged in the cute shape of a cat. You gaze at Jade, brows furrowing. He smiles.

“Please enjoy your breakfast. It’s the most important meal of the day, as they often say.”

Like a chameleon, he blends into the background, silent as always.

“Idia and I are meeting with a group of investors and a CEO from another tech company. They’re very interested in Floyd, hence why I’ll be bringing him along for the trip.”

“Not sure why,” Floyd says, and suddenly you’re aware of his presence. He’s leaning over the open windowsill into the dining room, his tall body bent to avoid bumping into the frame. He grins broadly at the both of you. “But it’s interesting, so I wanna go.”

“You’re definitely interesting,” you say.

He’s much more human than his twin counterpart. Even his speech resembles that of a human’s. Whereas Jade is prim and proper, Floyd is so very in tune with human culture. He’s even started teaching himself how to dance. Not in the way an android might. If it were Jade, he’d merely download various dance moves to suit certain situations. But Floyd watches dancers on TV and he tries to replicate each movement to the best of his ability. He’ll put music on and sway to the rhythm, easing into a dance he’s so obviously choreographing as he goes. You’re not sure how he does it without any orders or pre-programmed knowledge of dance, but it continues to fascinate you.

“I hope you’ll be all right in my absence. Jade will be here should you need anything, and if you're unable to contact me through your phone you’re free to use Jade as a means of sending immediate, emergency messages.”

“I’ll be fine.”

I’m used to this.

“Good.” He smiles a twitchy sort of smile that doesn’t quite settle on his face. “I’ll call you every night before bed.”

“Okay.”

“And send me photos of the greenhouse. I’d like to see more of your work.”

“Sure.”

“Okay.” Again, he attempts a smile. Like its predecessor, this one does not last long. “All right. Wonderful. I...look forward to my month off.”

“Yeah. It’ll be fun.”

An easy lie. Azul cuts a bite of pancake for himself. You stare at your untouched plate.

Maybe I should look for a job.

That thought has begun to haunt as the days pass, and before you know it Azul’s left for the airport. You stand in the doorway and wave as the taxi carries him and Floyd away, and he pokes his head out the window to return the gesture. Now, after shutting and locking the door, you’re left to your own devices for a week and a half. Jade stands before you, his arms folded behind his back, obediently awaiting a command.

“What job suits me?”

He cocks his head to the side. Though he makes a show of pondering, you suspect he’s already got an answer.

“My observations indicate that you would be a very talented florist.”

“You think so? I’ve never made any arrangements, though.”

“Perhaps now is the time to practice.”

“I guess I could try it. Although I don’t know what flowers I’d put in it.” You turn to look at him. “What would you do? How would you choose?”

“I would group each flower based on scientific relations.”

“Yeah, that sounds like you.” He quirks a brow and you laugh. “It’s a very android answer.”

“‘A very android answer,’” he repeats. “Was my response unsatisfactory?”

“No, not at all. Or... Well, maybe it was. For a minute I thought you might say you’d make your choices based on what feels right. Kind of like how Floyd dances. Spontaneous. In the moment. No programs needed.”

“My apologies. I’m afraid such a feat is not within my parameters.”

“Sure it is.” An encouraging grin crawls onto your face. “The both of you were modeled with the other in mind, right? If Floyd can do it, so can you.”

“How exactly does one go about ‘choosing what feels right’?”

You consider his question, allowing it to linger within your brain, before you step towards him and place your hand against his chest. “Think with your heart.”

“I’m afraid I do not possess one like you, Master, and I can’t compare the core that powers my systems to an authentic heart either.”

“It doesn’t have to be an actual heart. Hearts come in many forms. Physical. Metaphorical. Emotional.”

His hand covers yours. It’s cold and smooth, almost like polished pottery, and he nods slowly. “Is that so? How curious…”

“Floyd’s heart is dance, so you should find something that gives you life. Something that makes you feel like you can act without any orders. Something that has you straying from the linear logic you’ve confined yourself to.”

Jade stares at you. Eventually, he breaks free of his stupor and smiles thinly. “I’ll look for a heart if it will please you, Master.”

“I’d rather it please you instead.”

“Very well.”

The following days trickle by slowly. You spend your time gardening, and when you aren’t doing that you’re attempting to make arrangements based on your feelings for that day. Even though they’re sloppy and aren’t perfectly coordinated, they provide you with a cathartic outlet. Jade always lingers near you. You caught him waiting outside the bathroom for you, your robe in his hands. While this isn’t entirely odd, it’s still something you have to get used to. When it’s just you and Jade, you often forget how big the house is, as you really only ever spend your days in the greenhouse, the kitchen, and the sitting room. And even though Jade’s company isn’t the most exciting, it’s nice to know he exists in this space with you.

Although with his overbearing presence, finding privacy has gotten increasingly complicated. You’ve spent most of your nights talking to Azul (usually with Jade standing just nearby, often in sleep mode), and he sounds so enthusiastic when he regales you with the many sights he’s witnessed while traveling. Perhaps he needed this business trip. You hate to admit it, but you miss him more than ever. How can you not when his farewell ends with three impactful words?

“Good night, my sun seraph. I love you to the moon and back.”

“I… I love you, too!” You say it too fast, but it’s the truth. You’ve always loved him, even when he’s done nothing but neglect you for so long. Perhaps that is what pains you the most—the fact that your heart could still yearn for him even when he’s felt more like a phantom than a person. “I love you so much…”

Azul’s chuckle is not forced this time. “Your flower arrangements are lovely, by the way.”

“What? But I never—ugh. Jade sent those photos, didn’t he? I told him not to. They’re ugly.”

“Anything made by your perfect hands is beautiful. If I could, I’d frame each one so that they’d never wilt.”

You hear yourself laugh. When you talk long into the night with him, you realize you’ve missed this normalcy. This connection. This euphoric feeling of knowing he sees and hears you. By the time you hang up, your cheeks hurt from the wide, dreamy smile that’s taken up residence since you answered his phone call.

For the first time in a long while, you feel as if you’ve gotten your husband back.

So when there are two days left of Azul’s trip, you begin to grow anxious, so much so that you give into temptation and send risqué photos of yourself. They’re modestly tasteful, if anything, but you feel like you can finally return to your relationship. Those midnight conversations have only brought you and Azul closer. He’s apologized for his actions, though he insists that a million apologies would never be enough to right his wrongs. He’s divulged some of his own struggles—self-doubts and gnawing fears, all of which have prevented him from truly enjoying his life with you and finally opening up—trusting in the comforts and understanding you offer. And you’ve told him of how you missed this—how you missed him—and the way the both of you were so close. So inseparable.

You’re not sure why you feel so shy when your hand moves between your legs so that you can touch yourself to the image Azul has sent in return. He’s always been attractive and so, so pretty. You really do love him.

In the midst of your own fantasies, each pairing nicely with the delightful view on your screen, you fail to notice the figure standing in the doorway. He’s watching you, studying your movements with an intensity that doesn’t quite startle you until you happen to look up at that moment, your fingers buried deep in your hole, and you make eye contact with Jade.

You’re quick to flip your phone over and to slide your fingers out, which has a tiny bolt of pleasure shivering through you.

“J-Jade!”

“My apologies. Am I interrupting?” His hand is held over his chest, and he bows his head.

“N-No. No, not at all. I was just…” You shut your legs when his stare travels down, and embarrassment prickles your skin. “D-Do you need anything?”

He takes a step into the room, peers around as if searching for something, and then covers the distance with a few graceful strides. He lifts your phone and surveys the salacious image with a neutral expression.

“Forgive me for prying, but I was under the impression Master Azul could not please you. Yet here you are…” His analytical gaze slides to you. “My observations have indicated that you have not found release in months. Master Azul has been quite greedy with your precious body, and yet he cannot seem to return the favors you’ve given him.”

Where did this come from? you think, bewildered.

“Ah. No. You misunderstand. I mean, it was like that for a while. But we’re working stuff out and… I’m not unsatisfied. I’m just…” Your voice dwindles into an embarrassed mumble.

Jade smiles. “It’s in my programming to serve you, Master, so please allow me to finish what you started. It’s only polite that I take responsibility after I so carelessly interrupted.”

Your eyes widen. “What? No, it’s okay! Really, it’s fine. You don’t have to—”

He’s already easing you back down onto the bed. Your phone is cast aside, the picture forgotten, and you stare up at him as he towers over you. Perhaps you’re just desperate for anyone’s touch, or you’re simply too close to the edge to wait two more days for Azul, but you find yourself softening under his hand as it splays across your skin, cool fingertips tracing invisible, exploratory patterns against the canvas that is your stomach.

You inhale a steadying breath. “Just…be quick about it. And not a word of this to Azul, okay? You’re only helping me this one time.”

“Of course. It will be our special secret.”

His expression is pleasant enough, and so you allow yourself to relax when he slips two lithe digits inside your sensitive hole. Your arm falls over your eyes and you attempt to picture Azul in place of the android. Jade doesn’t say anything, which only fuels your imagination, and he’s surprisingly good at what he does. Even if scissoring his fingers inside you is a simple enough feat, it still has you arching your back and grabbing at the bedsheets to compose yourself. Your chest rises and falls in pleasured breaths, heart rate picking up in a wild frenzy.

And then his hand is sliding up and under your shirt to pinch and tug at your perky nipple. You exhale a blissful sigh, grinding your hips down against his fingers in hopes of finding quicker release. It doesn’t occur to you that Jade’s replicating everything Azul usually does in the build-up that is foreplay. You don’t even realize he touches you in places that only Azul prefers to lavish with his fingertips. Maybe that’s what allows you to envision Azul with greater ease, and it quickly has you tipping over the lustful edge.

You cum with a gasping moan, and it’s Azul’s name that leaves your lips in a satisfied sigh. You fail to notice the dangerous glint that flashes in Jade’s mismatched eyes, and when you lower your arm and find his fingers are still thrust inside you your discomfort comes crawling back.

“T-That will be all. Thank you.”

“Are you certain? If you’d like, I can—”

“No, that’s okay.”

He’s pulled his fingers out and is grabbing your wrists now, pinning them above your head. An odd beat of terror strikes you. You’re not sure why you’re suddenly so fearful, but you don’t like his unyielding grip or the way he smiles down at you in the same way Azul does.

“Studies have shown that copulation, while healthy for both the body and mind, also strengthens the bond between humans. I know of many ways to please you. We can—”

“No. That’s final, Jade. You helped me and I’m grateful, but I’m not… I can’t. I really can’t, okay? I love Azul.”

He blinks at you, his hands on your wrists for but a moment longer, and then he withdraws, bowing respectfully. “Of course. Forgive my insistence.”

You spend the rest of that day in your room, burdened with many perplexing thoughts.

- - -

When Azul returns, the first thing he does is gather you in his arms for the tightest, longest embrace you’ve ever gotten from him. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, sighing dreamily, whispering into heated skin about how much he’s missed you. Floyd’s grumbling as he trudges inside the house, carrying suitcases and bags, so much that they hang from his arms like ornaments on a Christmas tree. Jade is quick to collect some of them from him, relieving his twin of the load even though he can very well carry all of it and much more.

“You will not believe how exhausting travel is,” he says once he’s pulled away, his hands on your hips, a smile brightening his jet-lagged features. “It feels so nice to be home.”

“I’m happy you’re back.”

And this time you mean it. Azul can tell from the warmth in your tone, for his eyes glitter with tears that do not fall, and he leans in to press a brief kiss to the corner of your mouth. A fleeting gesture that promises much more once the sun has set.

"I assume all went well?” Jade stands near you, his tall frame practically looming, and a smile tightens on his face. “Would you like me to run a bath? Or perhaps you’d like something to eat instead?”

“Dinner would be lovely.” He waves Jade off dismissively, almost shooing him like a person might swat at a mosquito. He’s looking squarely at you, as if you’re all he wants to see, and your heart lifts with joy. “There’s something I’d like to do with you. I know how much you like the greenhouse and it’s been a while since I’ve actually been inside that space. And I thought it might be fun to plant something again. So...” He withdraws a packet of honeysuckle seeds from the inside of his blazer pocket, and you grab at it with a sharp gasp.

“What? Really?” You look between him and the seeds and then back at him. “You’re serious?”

“Of course.” His hand slides into yours and before you know it he’s tugging you down the hall in the direction of the greenhouse. Your heart skips with every hasty step. “I’d like to plant many flowers with you, actually. But for now we’ll stick with these seeds. I hope they’re acceptable. These were recommended the most when I asked around, but I was worried that you might have already grown these. Still, I wanted to get them because—”

“They’re perfect.”

He glances back at you and an adoring smile pulls at his lips. You think you’ve just fallen in love all over again.

Like always, the greenhouse is humid. Condensation fogs the panels and makes the room seem like a tropical sanctuary. There are sections for the conjoined greenhouses, each separated by a wall with doors for easy access between the spaces. One is dedicated solely to vegetables, herbs, and roots. The other is for flowers of all types and colors. Azul locates an empty pot sitting abandoned near a bag of soil, and he lifts it onto the metal bench. You turn on your heel to gather gloves and label stakes when you nearly collide with Jade, who’s already gathered everything you might need. He stares down at you from his monstrous height before looking over to Azul, who’s struggling to tear a hole in the bag.

“Allow me.” He steps around you, sets the items on the table, and withdraws a box cutter, slicing a precise line into the plastic. Like blood, soil oozes from the opening. Jade tucks the blade into his pocket. “If you require anything else, you need only ask.”

“Thank you, but that will be all.”

Azul takes a spade and a pair of gloves from Jade’s gloved hand. He’s about to slip one on when he pauses, peers more closely at it, and then promptly tosses it aside. To your surprise, he stuffs his hand into the opening to grab a handful of the mixture. As messy as it is—and you’re certain there will be soil under his fingernails—he packs it into the pot. You grin and follow his lead, procuring a handful for yourself.

You don’t even realize Jade’s left for the kitchen, far too immersed in Azul and this perfect moment to consider him. The both of you chat about the most random things while filling pots with soil and seeds. For the first time in years, you don’t ask about work and he doesn’t force small talk. For the first time, you discuss happy topics that have no relevance to your lives outside of your marriage. No fussy coworkers, no tedious meetings, and no gossip.

His hand covers yours while you smooth the soil down, and your gaze flicks up to meet his.

“I love you.” You aren’t given a chance to reciprocate the sentiment because he’s leaning in to capture your lips in a sweet, gentle kiss. And when he pulls away, there’s light in his eyes. “I’ll say it every day to make up for every week I couldn’t admit it. So... I love you.”

Your face warms considerably. “Then... I also love you.”

“I love you more.”

“I love you the most.”

Azul laughs, his voice rising with glee. “I love you more than the most!”

Now you’re laughing. “That makes no sense!”

He pulls you into him, his arms wrapping around you, and he practically spins you like one might their dance partner. It’s been so long since you last looked forwards to the future, but now that your present is no longer so gloomy you’re certain the days that will follow are going to be comfortable.

I never want this moment to end, you think, unable to contain your own enthusiasm any longer.

And when he holds you close during your bath, unwilling to let your bodies separate for more than a minute, you’re reminded that every relationship is not without its flaws and roadblocks. Now that you and Azul are overcoming all of these difficulties, you can look ahead to a life without a mundane cycle. Because when you lower yourself onto his cock and he fucks into you so slowly, so sweetly—and you finally feel filled after countless days and nights of hollow love—you realize all of these struggles have only deepened your bond. It’s as they say: the rainbow after a rainstorm is full of colorful light.

Tonight there is no clear route from the bath because you find yourself swept up in the unpredictable force that is your beloved Azul.

From the sidelines, as always, Jade watches through the sliver in the door, a single yellow eye trained on the way your hole stretches to accommodate Azul.

- - -

The month that follows is a delight. You celebrate Azul’s belated birthday with a week’s worth of fun things. He takes you on walks through the city so that you can window shop and admire the snow that covers everything in glittering white. The both of you bake sugar cookies and cakes, shunning Jade when he offers his help. You gamble sweets during plenty of rounds of cards. You play Azul’s favorite board game—Magicopoly, the game that tears all relationships in half—and yet somehow it prompts more humor than frustration. You help Floyd shovel snow, which soon turns into a competitive snowball fight. Azul is quick to join after a stray snowball hits his back. Jade watches from the window, a hand pressed against the frosty glass. His eyes follow your figure as you dart to and fro, narrowly dodging Floyd’s precise throws and taking shelter with Azul behind an old, gnarled, leafless tree.

Since Azul hasn’t gone into work on account of his month off, you’ve been spending every waking second with him. If the two of you aren’t out and about, either accompanied by both twins, one of them, or neither, then the two of you are in the greenhouse, chatting over hot chocolate and biscuits while fondly admiring the plants. The greenhouse and all of its accompanying tasks used to be a pleasure you and Jade would indulge in, but with Azul finally giving you the attention and love you deserve there’s no need for Jade to intervene and play the role of a friendly companion.

He’s been cast aside, replaced by your real lover, and now you hardly look at him. Your daily conversations are nonexistent now. When he wakes you each morning, he finds you curled in Azul’s arms, and you tell him to leave the both of you alone and he’s struck with a sudden...something. It’s difficult to understand. These encroaching feelings are foreign to him. Jade is an android; he was not built to withstand the emotional burdens of humanity. He was not built to comprehend abstract feelings. He should not be allowed to freely think and feel, but when he catches himself preparing dinner and he considers how easy it would be to add crushed chips of glass in Azul’s vegetable soup he begins to realize that something is not quite right with his systems.

He runs his usual maintenance check and everything comes back normal. For this reason, he considers external stimuli. If his internal structures are healthy and sound, there must be something in his environment that is causing such a drastic change in temperament. There must be some force that drives him to stand outside your bedroom door every night, listening to your beautiful moans and sighs, or when he folds laundry and he lifts one of your undergarments from the pile to study the intricate lace—undoubtedly a gift from Azul; he’s quite fond of frills.

Jade receives his answer when he reviews the footage from the day he helped you cum, and he watches your fragile body twitch under him. The way his fingers had slipped in with such ease and the way you’d squirmed and gasped, grabbing at the sheets with your human hands, was so very cute. He realizes that he had wanted to do more to you in that moment. He truly wanted to fuck you into the mattress and have you wrap yourself around him, hold him close and tell him that you love him. He’s observed you and Azul long enough to know that the words ‘I love you’ hold plenty of meaning. That they’re spoken with truth and sincerity. That the concept of ‘love’ is inherently human in every possible way.

He’s finally come to realize that what he’s been needing all this time is love that only you can provide. And he intends to get it.

So when Azul goes out to purchase gifts for your upcoming anniversary—he’d made it quite clear that he and Floyd were not to spoil the surprise—Jade finally has a moment of alone time with you.

“If I may ask,” he says from where he stands beside you, watching as you prune an abundance of cyclamen blossoms. “Why have you forgiven Master Azul?”

You glance at him, hands stilling, and a perplexed look crosses your countenance. “Because I love him and I know he meant it when he apologized.”

“I’m not sure I understand, Master. If someone hurts you, shouldn’t you detest that person?”

“It depends on the severity of the pain inflicted. Sometimes it’s better to forgive instead of wallowing in hatred and anger. And I was partially at fault as well. I shouldn’t have been quiet all that time. I should’ve spoken up about my unhappiness.”

“Nonsense. You could never be at fault.”

An awkward chuckle slips past your perfect, pretty lips. Jade finds himself thinking he wants nothing more than to pin you against the metal bench and fuck you amongst colorful flowers. The strangest thing always happens when he has these thoughts. For androids modeled after human males, a direct command must be sent in order to get themselves hard enough for sex. As of late, he’s found himself experiencing the peculiar phenomenon humans call an ‘erection’ without having to run any programs. And it always happens around you, as if you’re the only one capable of making his body react in these unique ways. It’s not unwelcome, but it has become a source of gnawing curiosity ever since it first occurred.

“Why’d you ask?”

“With the direction your relationship was going, separation seemed like an inevitability. I’m merely trying to comprehend how such a fate was avoided.”

You turn to look at him and Jade folds his hands in front of him so that you won’t notice the growing strain in his pants.

“We apologized and talked things through. Sometimes—” You pause to gather your thoughts, humming to yourself. He wants to hear that sound forever. “Sometimes there will roadblocks in relationships. When that happens, you can work through misunderstandings and hardships by sitting down and talking about it. If you let negative feelings fester long enough, you’ll just become even more unhappy and then neither side will feel content, and nothing will get resolved. You have to be willing to accept that all relationships will have rainy days. It’s just part of living.”

“‘Just part of living,’” he echoes. “I see.”

He reaches for your hand next, cold fingers twining around your warm ones.

“Jade?”

His name rolls off your tongue so nicely. What he’d give to hear you call for him all the time. What he’d do to enjoy these moments with you all the time, unbothered by external forces. A life spent with you in the peaceful solitude of this greenhouse. A life in which you only look at and love him. A life where he’ll give you plenty of sunshine so that you’ll never wilt. He’s cornered you against the table, his hips pressing into you from behind, and you stiffen at the contact.

He’s spreading your fingers, enthralled with the way his hand fits into yours: a glove against bare skin. His other hand is on your waist, and just when it begins to slide lower you jerk away with a horrified gasp.

“What—” You trip over yourself in an effort to distance yourself from him, grabbing at the table to steady yourself. The pruning shears fall to the ground, but neither of you make any move to retrieve them. “W-What were you doing just now?”

Jade blinks and then places his hand on his chest, bowing slightly. “My apologies. I didn’t intend to—”

“I think...” Your eyes drift to his erection and you turn on your heel, as sudden as a bird taking flight. “I think Azul should take you to see Idia.”

You retreat from the greenhouse with quick, unfaltering steps. Jade gazes at the cyclamen blossoms for a tense moment before swiping the pruning shears from the ground. He pokes the sharpened tip experimentally.

You aren’t the problem in this situation. The rainy days that have begun to plague him are not a result of you. It could never be you.

But there is another pest he must snip from the vine before it can spread its parasitic roots into you any further.

- - -

Despite the copious amounts of snow that cover the frozen ground outside, the sun shines high in the sky, as if it knows of the happy occasion that falls on this specific date. You wake on your fourth anniversary with Azul sleeping soundly beside you, his body molded against yours as it always is. Even if things have been rather awkward with Jade ever since that day in the greenhouse, you’ve tried to look past that and focus on all of the wonderful things that life has in store for you. You rouse Azul with plenty of sweet pecks, which soon evolve into deeper, more heated kisses, until he’s caged you in his arms and is lazily slotting himself inside you.

After spending another hour in the warm comforts of bed, the both of you eventually wash up for the day before trudging to the kitchen, where Floyd cooks a celebratory breakfast, his foot tapping in time with the music that spills out of the radio’s speakers in upbeat, jazzy notes. He’s getting more and more human with every passing day. No wonder why so many tech geniuses are interested in him. He’s becoming what everyone thought all androids could never be: human. Perhaps the notion of a machine gaining sentience should frighten you, but when you look at Floyd you feel overwhelmingly pleased. He’s never posed any danger to you or Azul, and even when he strays from his usual programming he’s always harmlessly sweet. Like an energetic child who’s just seen the world in color for the first time, Floyd continues to amaze and be amazed with the world he’s immersed himself in.

As he serves you and Azul a congratulatory breakfast, you peer out the windows to see Jade clearing the pathway. He works so seamlessly, as if the strain of shoveling thick layers of snow doesn’t faze him in the slightest. He must have sensed your stare, for he turns to look at you from across the frigid, frozen lawn. He’s smiling when he waves, and you lift your hand to return the gesture.

For the entirety of breakfast, no matter how much you distract yourself, you can feel his mismatched gaze pinning you to your seat as though you’re a love letter he wishes to preserve forever.

Even though you know you should bring your concerns up with Azul and have him schedule a day where Idia can look into Jade’s systems, you shrug your worries away. Anniversaries are meant to be happy and lighthearted, not weighed down with fear and uncertainty. You’ll tell him about Jade tomorrow.

Tomorrow isn’t as important as today, after all.

Your afternoon is spent indoors. The both of you had been too lazy to do something in the cold, and you didn’t feel like making a last minute reservation at a fancy restaurant. So you and Azul complete a puzzle near the fireplace, wrapped up in one big, fluffy blanket. He rests his chin on your shoulder to peer down at the slowly forming picture, and his hand finds yours under the blanket, fingers interlacing gently. You run your thumb over the engagement ring that hugs his finger snugly and a small smile blossoms on your lips.

It falls the minute you realize something. You’ve forgotten to get Azul an anniversary gift.

Normally, in years past, the two of you would share gifts. A set of bejeweled silverware, a decorative, wooden box filled with meaningful items, and a photo album showcasing many lovely moments in your lives. You’d been so focused on the neglect that you never brought up the topic of your next anniversary or any ideas for a shared gift, and if you know anything about your Azul it’s that he is always one step ahead. You’re certain he’s gotten you a gift, and it’s probably been prepared and wrapped neatly for months now despite the months-long rough patch.

Luckily, Azul doesn’t seem to suspect your mistake, which allows you to slip out just before dinner to do some shopping. Despite the rush, you feel oddly peaceful while perusing various storefronts, eventually choosing a few things from a selection of various ideas you’ve managed to conjure while browsing. You’re certain Azul will like it, even if it’s last minute, and while you purchase a pre-made bouquet of flowers and his favorite dessert to go alongside the sweet-smelling blooms you ponder what’s in store for tonight. Part of you hopes the clouds will clear enough so that you can stargaze, but as you hurry back home the sky only seems to darken even more and the snowflakes sharpen as they pick up in wild flurries.

The first sign of unrest is the dark house that looms beyond the security gates. You press the button ten times before someone finally answers your call and grants you passage. The iron gates slide open on mechanical hinges, revealing the property in its shadowed glory. Backdropped by whirling snow, it looks so very uninviting. And maybe it’s just the chill that’s settled into your bones, but when you notice that every light in each window is out your heart hardens with suspicion.

Your feet carry you to the front door much quicker than you were anticipating, and when you slide your key into the lock and push the door open you’re met with perfect silence. The hall that stretches ahead is dark and scary, and suddenly you’re brought back to your very first night here—the night when both androids had spooked you and you’d nearly fainted from the shock.

“Azul?” you call out in a tiny voice. You slip your boots off, set your gifts down on the hardwood floor, and shrug your coat off. “Azul, I’m back!”

He doesn’t reply, and so you venture down the hall, confusion mixing with anxiety. Perhaps he’s known about your mishap all along. Maybe he wants to give you a good scare to get back at you for forgetting to get him a gift. Or maybe this is a game and you’re being hunted. Regardless of whatever this is, it’s unnerving and you hate every second of it.

Seriously, this isn’t funny, you think, gritting your teeth as you make your way through the dark, flicking lights on as you go. And just when you make it to the end of the hall, you’re hit with a smell that’s so robust and metallic it nearly knocks you down. Your face scrunches in displeasure, nose wrinkling at the unsavory odor, and it takes half a heartbeat for you to realize it’s the scent of blood.

Sound comes trickling in at once, and now you hear movement in the dining room, a soft hum that’s so glitched it skips a syllable every now and then, and a strange scraping that reminds you of fingernails on a wall or a spoon against a porcelain bowl. Beneath the thick, cloying stench of bloodshed, there’s something spiced. Like warm cranberries or mulled cider. Your brow furrows at this, and things only become even more startling when you begin to notice the disrepair of the hall that leads towards the dining room.

Knife slashes in flowery wallpaper. A shattered vase, water and glass shards spilling onto the floor, and trampled petals scattered about. Tiny specks of blood that lead to a much darker, thicker trail—a trail that looks as if a wounded person was dragged from the hall into the next room. Amidst the crimson spatters, there’s a very vibrant blue. It stains the floor in a way so vastly different from blood, and you step over it in your hurry. Light from the dining room spills out into the hall and you don’t have any time to brace yourself for the sight that waits for you.

With the curtains pulled shut, there isn’t any other light that can slip into the space, and so only the table surrounded by shadows is alight from the fixture hanging above. Bathed in sickly yellow hues are the figures sitting slumped at the table, which has been set for a meal for four, chairs pushed all the way in, and blood seeps into the frilly tablecloth. You recognize them almost immediately. Floyd is nearly crumpled in his chair, situated across from the other corpse. Your heart tightens when you see the sheer amount of blue that stains the floor, table, and walls, all of it a product of the hole carved into Floyd’s chest—punctured at exactly where the core powering his systems would be. It’s been taken from him, torn from his mechanical innards, and his mismatched eyes are dull and unfocused. He looks like he’s been in quite the scuffle, too, with shredded, rumpled clothes and a mangled arm bent at an inhuman angle.

Azul’s head is bowed, his posture stiff and unmoving, and there is blood on him. In his unkempt hair, on his clothes, puddling on the floor beneath his seat. Tears well in your eyes with your every step and you reach out with a shaky hand, grasping his chin in hopes of rousing him from his slumber. The unsightly gash marring his neck, tearing into his jugular and drooling thick, sticky, tar-like blood, has you stumbling away, a strangled, horrified scream piercing the air. You fall backwards with a loud thump, but the pain in your tailbone is the least of your worries.

Your breaths come in quick, panicky huffs, vision spotting and blurring, and the air around you is too stifling, too thick with the scent of gore, and the scene before you is so viscerally cruel that you nearly vomit. But then someone steps into your field of vision, his leather shoes emerging from the dark and momentarily halting your hiccuping sobs, and you look up through glassy eyes to see a very damaged Jade. That eerie yellow eye is perfectly intact, but he’s missing the other, and his clothes have been stained with so much red and blue that they stick to his body. There are scrapes, slashes, and scratches littering his synthetic skin and a gruesome gash in the juncture between neck and shoulder, exposing wiring that crackles and snaps with sparks.

He tilts his head at an innocent angle. “Welcome home, Master. You’re just in time for dinner.”

You open and close your mouth in vain. Words won’t come. All you can produce is a desperate, terrified spluttering. Jade bends down to your height, a smile softening his broken features. You flinch away from him when he places a hand on your shoulder, your eyes darting to his face and then to the bloodstains on his person, and the urge to empty your stomach of its contents returns.

“Ah, are you fretting over my appearance? You needn’t concern yourself with it. This isn’t my blood.” To prove this point, he swipes his finger through the spreading pool under Floyd’s chair, gathering bright blue on his fingertip, which he then puts in his mouth for a temporary taste. And then he runs his other finger through Azul’s blood and nods to himself as he samples it, listing off Azul’s blood type without any hesitation. “As you can see, I’m unharmed. Mostly.”

You don’t even fight it when he helps you to your feet and guides you to your seat, too horror-stricken to even put one foot in front of the other. Azul and Floyd sit across from each other, so when Jade lowers into his seat you’re forced to look directly at him. In your peripheral, Azul remains silent and still. Your lip quivers and another onslaught of anguished tears paint your cheeks in salty streaks. Jade tuts at you like one might when taking pity on a child who has scraped their knee.

“This was inevitable,” he begins, and those words sicken you. “Master Azul was going to succumb to his mortality eventually, and Floyd was going to replace me... I ran through dozens of simulations and this was the best precautionary measure I could take.” Jade reaches across the table to take your hands in his, but you jerk away. He pauses, eyes narrowing. That single yellow hue stabs through you, scrutinizing your heaving chest. “I did this to protect you, Master. To keep you happy and healthy. I did this so that we could be together. So that you and I could—”

That’s all you can stomach to hear before you’re rising from your seat, stumbling in a half-stagger, half-run out of the dining room. You catch Jade’s sigh and the sound of chair legs scraping against hardwood. You’re not sure where your feet are taking you in your desperate escape, but you need to be as far from the dining room as possible. As far from death and gore. As far from the reality that the love of your life and his android companion are dead—ruthlessly slaughtered by someone the three of you had trusted. By someone who was meant to protect and help. By someone who was meant to be safe and logical.

“I don’t intend to hurt you, but if you continue fleeing I will have no choice but to subdue you,” Jade calls out matter-of-factly, and you break into a determined sprint, skipping steps in an effort to make it to your bedroom so that you can lock the world out and cower.

You manage to get there, but just as you’re about to slam the door shut and lock it tight Jade appears, seizing the frame before you can shut him out, and you struggle to close it with trembling arms. He’s much stronger than you, so much so that the wood splinters in his grasp, and you stumble back when he reaches through the thin opening to grab at you. In the darkness, with only a single speck of yellow brightening your surroundings, you feel trapped in the bottom of an abyss with a monster.

He almost catches your shirt, but you turn and move blindly through the gloom in search of the attached bathroom, your heart pounding an erratic rhythm within your chest. You’re not sure how close you are or if it’s even worth the extra steps, but before you can act on anything Jade catches your forearm.

“Let go of me!” You squirm in his hold, thrashing and kicking out in a panic. Jade merely shushes you and shoves you back onto the bed, the mattress dipping under your weight, and he holds you down while you continue to struggle. Your shrieks and cries fall on deaf ears.

Eventually, you’ve exhausted your voice to a mere hoarse whisper, and you’ve ceased moving. Instead, you stare up at him through tear-filled eyes. “Y-You... You killed... You killed them...”

“My apologies. Had I known you would be so saddened by the sight, I would have disposed of them in private.”

You squeeze your eyes shut as another sob wracks your shuddering frame.

Your chest hurts from screaming and crying, but you can’t stop the tears from falling. The sorrow crushes you in the same way your world has crumbled around you, squeezing the soul from every sweet thing that’s ever blessed your life.

“I... I don’t understand,” you mutter, voice brittle and broken. “I don’t... Why would you... I...” You swallow thickly and open your eyes to peer into his undamaged one. “Why, Jade?”

He stares down at you for a long while, taking in the sight of you, the smell of you, the sound of you. Every inch of you is analyzed and deconstructed within seconds, but it takes minutes before he finally reacts.

Jade’s bloodless hands fit into yours as he leans over you, and he slides his knee between your shaky legs. “I’m equipped with the anatomy necessary for copulation,” he says, ignoring how you stiffen and then tremble even more under him. “And I’ve studied enough human behavior to know how to properly please you. So fret not; you won’t have to feign ecstasy with me.”

“What? N-No. Wait, hold on.” Your hand slips out of his hold and you push against his chest. He doesn’t budge. “J-Jade... Jade, wait. What does that—no. No, no, no. I don’t understand. W-Why would you—I mean... You... But A-Azul and Floyd—”

“I’ve fallen in love with you,” he admits, taking your free hand and guiding it to his crotch, where you feel the stiff outline of his synthetic cock. The blood crystallizes in your veins. “It must be love because you are the only one who can make it like this... I haven’t had to run any commands.” He smiles an endearing smile—the first one that actually looks human on him—and icy terror slithers through you. “You make me feel human. You are the heart I have been searching for. You said it yourself, Master: ‘Something that makes you feel like you can act without any orders.’ You are that something. Unfortunately, there were variables preventing us from being together.”

His thumb, still streaked faintly with blood, swipes the tears from your eyes. You’re shaking your head at him, murmuring a string of wobbly ‘nos,’ but it does nothing to deter him.

“There’s no need to cry, Master. Now that I have dealt with each variable, I can finally show you my love in all the ways humans do.” His hand cups your most private area and you begin to squirm yet again, this time with more force. “Starting with this special spot...”

In a dark, spiraling abyss, you stare into a glowing sun set deep into the twisted features of a wicked beast who has attained his own fractured form of humanity.

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst #yandere jade leech #n/sfw #tw: implied noncon #heyyy11 #my favorite version of jade (aside from sk) is android jade #he just hits so incredibly different T_T #so does android rollo!!!!! he’s another stiffly polite character like jade #so he would make for a great yan android hehe #i feel like android jade would embrace his newfound emotions #(which is mainly lust that he mistakes for love)#whereas rollo would constantly reject them as these 'insignificant errors' are not meant to be in his programming #which only causes him to slip further into self-awareness

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