#yandere 9S

[servantwrites]

You are to be mine. Mine to love. Mine to hate. Mine to kiss. Mine to maim. Mine to fuck. Mine to kill. My 2B, and mine alone.

My hand slips around her neck, followed by her left. We brush away the dirt and dust tainting her pale beautiful skin. Gently our digits lace together, push into her flesh, as tears drip down my face. I leak choked giggles, remarking at the irony. “I finally get to kill you, 2B. Now I see why you did it to me. It feels GREAT!” Laughter spills with salty drops, and the pressure increases. “C’mon, I know you love it too.” Ripping off the black visor, revealing her dead, motionless stare. Skin begins to cave into circuitry, blood and metal. It seeps into my leather, and her lace. My glove and her satin. My hand and hers. 

“Gihihihi… AH HA HA HA!” And we crush her pretty neck. Serving the head and torso. Ripping it off and lifting it above, to show the world how much I love 2B. Cradling her head in my right, while she cradles mine in her left. Touching foreheads, I ponder the act to kiss her. But no, not now. We have to deal with that bitch that attempted to separate us. But now we will never part.

[love-toxin]

error; 9S.

request: “would it be possible to get some yan!9s from nier TwT;;? if you write for it ofc, thank you either way!!”

a/n: darling struggles as a human in a world of silicone and software...as well as being the center of a certain android’s own little dreamworld. yandere 9S, coercion, possessiveness, android/human relations, unhealthy love. 

word count: 1.6k

The breeze against your cheek never felt so cold before. 

Of all the times you had visited Earth, the sun had always been shining. It warmed the soil and the greenery, and thus it was always a pleasantly sunny venture to walk through the broken streets, the breeze cooling you down to such a perfect temperature that you didn’t even sweat. And even if you did, the toppled, crumbling structures that once served as the foundation of a thriving city offered plenty of shade, being kept up only by the gnarled, twisting roots that stretched far above your height and were larger than they could ever be a hundred years ago. 

But it was so cold now, and impersonal...at least while your android companion stood beside you. 

“Stop!"

Your taste of freedom was short-lived, extremely so--you had only managed to slip away as a group of machines had descended on the two of you, and your android “bodyguard” as it were was occupied with taking them out. But just as you had rounded the corner of the nearest building, 9S had his gloved hand on your wrist, and tightly yanked you back and away from the open street. Despite that mask over his eyes, you knew well when he was pissed off--and right now was a brilliant example of one of those times.

“Are you crazy?! You can’t run off on your own--there could be machines around, what if you got hurt?! What if you…you could have..” 

If you hadn’t endured 9S’ eccentricities so many times before, it might have been concerning to hear such a well-tempered man speak so wildly. 

Android. You had to correct yourself. And you certainly had to make the distinction, since you were no such creation yourself. Part of the species that had once inhabited this beautiful, broken Earth, as a human you were YoRHa’s closest thing to a precious representative of the race they had been fighting to protect for a century now. And you couldn’t be destroyed and reassembled as their officers all could, so it would make enough sense that they would be wary about bringing you to the planet that was crawling with moving, working weapons of mass destruction. 

Usually. But not to this extent. Not to the extent of being held on to constantly, and treated as though you were a precious doll that needed to be carried everywhere...not to the point that if given the choice, 9S would keep you inside at all times, and kill anyone that looked at you for a beat too long. “Protecting you from harm” he said, “Keeping you safe” he insisted…

...But you knew that at some point, you were going to need more protection from him than from anyone else, machine or android. 

"...I thought YoRHa's soldiers couldn't show emotion, 9S. You sound hysterical."

Normally when something offended him, he would let out a huff or fire off a snarky comment back. But a chill fell over you when he said nothing, his hand tightening around your wrist for a moment too long, before he finally let go and you could pull it away from him. 

Without even a word to accompany you, 9S pressed a firm palm to your back and gestured towards where you came from, in the general direction of where the Resistance camp was--and with a sigh you turned and followed his silent order, feeling his presence behind you as you started the trek back to one of the few safe places left here. In the distance, you heard the hooves of wild animals clacking against smashed hunks of pavement, and even further on you listened to the whir of machinery as your enemies milled around the open pastures of the city that was once a brilliant landmark. 

And as the camp got closer, you felt the air around you grow colder. More than once, 9S had snapped at one of the Resistance members that he felt had gotten too close, or order them to apologize if they said something out of turn to you. You were lucky he wasn't bold enough to outright attack someone, lest he be taken apart by YoRHa and his consciousness destroyed forever, even though you questioned if he would even think to go that far. But because of him you felt a tension lay upon your shoulders whenever you were around anyone, not just other androids...and you had to wonder just where the threshold for overstepping boundaries was for a non-human like him. Sure, you'd known the people of YoRHa a long time, and some of them were definitely a little weird--but it was still difficult to tell if you should just gloss over 9S' behavior, or perhaps he needed to be checked for a...virus, of some sort. 

"...The sun is nice today."

Nothing. You were sure now that his silence was entirely intentional...he knew how much you hated when it was quiet. 

"...9S?"

The alley ended and he grabbed you again, hauling you across the ankle-deep water of the river and leading you up to the entrance of the Resistance's hideaway. He continued to shun you with silence as you walked in, as one of the members smiled and waved at you, and until he tugged you into the room Anemone had provided and shut the door tight. And only then, as he turned to face you, did he finally open his mouth to speak. 

"You never call me 'Nines' anymore.."

His accusation threw you for a moment. If anything were to be expected, it certainly wasn't that...but it was clear that 9S was serious, as he sighed deeply and stalked over to you, and stopped close enough that his chest was only so far from your own. Thankfully, the confused look on your face seemed to be enough for him to give you context. 

"...Nines. You used to call me that when I was first assigned to you. But then...you just stopped." 

It had been a little while since then, but you definitely remembered it now that he brought it up. 'Nines' had been a cute pet name that he had offered when you first met, and you had gladly taken to it at the time, when you felt as though he was your companion and not just a bodyguard. But you thought back to a week or two ago, when the two of you had gotten into a quarrel that had escalated into a shouting match, mostly on your end--and though you'd apologized afterwards and he'd happily forgiven you, before that was the last time you could recall using that nickname. 

Apparently, though, you had steeped yourself in thought for just a bit too long, by the clench of 9S' fists and the too-familiar huff on his lips. He seemed far more aggravated than usual, but it was only when he sharply piped up again that you would finally realize why. 

"You know that I love you, right?"

You gawked at him, the confession obviously blurted out in a moment of weak-willedness. 9S stood with trembling fists before you, his wanton cry echoing in your ears off the concrete of your loaned room...and he knew, and you knew, just how dire that realization was. 

You would be a fool to say you hadn't considered it. You were already a precious rarity as it was being a human, enduring a countless number of anonymous confessions and gifts from the members of YoRHa, so you had been well aware of the possibility that your assigned companion might feel the same. But his increase in erratic behavior the longer the two of you were together was the last nail in the coffin, and by now you had simply been pushing down the reality as hard as you could, to avoid the misfortune of such a development. 

"...I'm in love with you. You're the one I want to protect...and who I want to spend my life with. I love you."

The more he said it, the more you wanted to block it all out--the sweet tones of his voice, his lips drawing closer to yours, the way his hands clasped over yours in such a gentle way...you wanted to ignore the urge to lean in as much as you wanted to survive this apocalyptic ordeal, and yet being strong in the face of bloodthirsty machines was nothing compared to resisting the desires of your incredibly human body. Maybe 9S knew that. Maybe he had no concept of how you really felt. Maybe he was just sucked in to the prospect of real, human warmth, something that he would never accomplish no matter how deeply he wanted to. 

Maybe he really was in love. 

"...I love you too, Nines." 

He barely had time to smile before he was kissing you, up on the balls of his feet as adrenaline rushed through his synthetic body. He melted into your touch, as you couldn't resist slipping your hand up the back of his neck, and nesting your fingers softly in his silky, icy-white hair. 

In the moment, wrapped up in each other's embrace, it would be easy to ignore the harsh realities of your world. YoRHa's strict policy on restricted emotion, 9S' strangely overprotective behavior, and all the complexities of a love that was never meant to exist...it was a hurricane of heartbreak that would suck you up eventually, and spit you back out without dignity, freedom, or the lovely warmth of the sun on your face…

But loving 9S felt good. Being loved felt good. And with such a burden upon your shoulders, that was all you could hope to strive for, no matter how brutally it would destroy you in the end.