Drakengard & NieR One-shots

NieR: Automata | 9S x Reader | The New One Loves You Too

The New One Loves You Too

-Neko_Otaku-: May I request a 9s x Reader?

Thank you!

Trying to practice writing more romantic kind of things, which idk if you've noticed I'm not the best at (-": Also I have finished NieR: Automata 10 times, reached level 99, fully upgraded weapons and a whole buncha other shit but I still can't write 9S well even though he's such a good boy and my favourite Automata character besides my true boy Emil. 9S especially when he starts to breakdown he really reminds me of Caim heheahe ANYWAY HERE IS MY ATTEMPT. HOPE YOU ENJOY (apologies in advance for cheesiness and bad fight scenes)

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The war between androids and machines was beginning to get serious. Not a day went by when there would be no YoRHa androids stationed at the Resistance Camp, and not a day went by when you wouldn't be stuck doing potentially fatal missions for the Resistance, either. You put that on yourself after seeing everything the YoRHa androids go through, though—life-threatening fetch missions for essential materials as well as machine-hunting chores, on top of all the missions they already received from the YoRHa Commander. Your resistance peers would allow the soldiers to do all the dirty work, insisting that it was their 'job' or 'purpose' to do all the hard work. Yet despite their reasoning, you took it upon yourself to help them out whenever you could. And now that the war was beginning to heat up, there were even more YoRHa units too busy to complete all their tasks on time. They needed you now more than ever, you would tell yourself, and that was how you ended up in the situation you were in now.

You were cornered by two Goliath-classed bipedal machines, your shaky fingers gripping your Type-3 Blade tightly in hopes of steadying yourself. You had to concentrate on the two Goliaths in front of you, or you would die. Who knew searching for complex gadgets could get you into this much trouble? You weren't as strong, fast or as smart as any YoRHa unit, and your lack of combat experience compared to those who frequently dealt with the machine lifeforms was near laughable. You were in trouble, and as a Resistance android, you had no back-up or space bunker to save you from death. So, there you were, waiting for the Goliaths before you to make the first move.

You lowered your sword, plow guard, ready for your enemies to make their first move. The bipedal unit to your left's eyes flashed red for a brief second, before raising its colossal arm. Quickly, mimicking the YoRHa androids you see fight so much, you lunged forward, aiming for the machine's side. You managed to slash at it four or five times before leaping to your right, narrowly escaping the crushing arm of the Goliath. Without warning, the other biped's limbs planted themselves into the ground, it's eyes flashing red before launching a barrage of energy-ball projectiles, catching you by surprise. Yet still you deftly dodged, slashing at the spheres of energy with you Type-3 Blade whenever you hadn't the time nor space to sidestep. The first Goliath began to swing both arms wildly, ploughing through the air in front of it and making its way towards you. You swore under your breath, finding it difficult to keep both eyes on each of the Goliaths. You jumped rearwards before you were met with a cold, concrete wall against your back. You clenched the hilt of your blade tightly, cutting through the machine lifeform's projectiles before they could hit you front-on. The other biped was still marching towards you, occasionally flicking up soil and clumps of grass in your direction. Keeping your focus on the waves of energy being emitted in your direction, your E/C optics scanned the area in front of you for a gap that could serve as a break past the machine lifeform duo.

Then, you saw it—in between both bipeds was a small space, and beyond that, grassy plains. Next to the firing biped's foot lay a small pile of complex gadgets—the incredibly rare material that you knew the YoRHa units needed for weapon upgrades. If you were fast enough, you could sprint between them and snatch the gadgets without getting clipped by either the first Goliath's fists, or the second's missiles. You gulped, breaths becoming heavier with every swing of your sword, before you realised the gap was becoming smaller the closer the first biped came. With one final strike, you decided it was time to put your plan into action. Lowering your body close to the ground, you dug your heels deep into the soil, taking off as fast as you could.