An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
This is just gay. very gay. and needs more love. go give the boys more love.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: NieR: Automata (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: 9S/801S (NieR: Automata)
Characters: 9S (NieR: Automata), 801S (NieR: Automata)
Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Christmas, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort
Summary:
'tis the damn season, it's almost xmas again and 9S and 801S spend cuddly time together by the fireplace, drinking tea, eating cookies, talking, and taking comfort in each other.
When will 801S make his appearance in your fic ??? I have lots of evidence regarding how he survived. In fact, in the game, I kept on checking up on him, and I noticed how he disappears from the Bunker around the time when you begin the final yorha mission. Moreover, after you wake up in the Bunker and head over to the Commander to tell her about the Logic Virus, if you go to the terminal first, you wont see 801S over there and see the place sealed.
I suspect that 801S went for the run after he noticed something was wrong in the server. That, and that he was unable to update himself anyways because of 9S. But overall, I think he probably escaped the Bunker when every scanner unit was being sent to Earth and decided to go AWOL before shit went down. He made sure to equip himself with all sorts of repairing equipment, staunching gel, and lots of logic virus vaccines, and stocked his weaponry at max.
801S probably escaped to the Kingdom of Night, worked for Accord for a few months before retiring to open up his own shop, and then decided to come back to the Kingdom of Day because “people over here are too damn smart.” and because his business tricks keep on getting exposed. He found a big pile of YoRHa bodies in a building once, so he sells them as beauty products. Nothing like selling your dead colleagues, amirite?
The only reason why I frequently visited 801S’ shop was because @801s-suggestions made me fall in love with this greedy bitch.
-furiously scribbles down notes-
I love how you said “when” and not “if”.
I’ll consider it, idk where I’d be able to fit this in since the next bunch of chapters are already somewhat outlined. He wouldn’t get his own chapter unless its waaaay in the future.
And yee 801s-suggestions is amazing. I honestly hated 801S for a while since a bunch of fujoshis were making him out to be some weird sex-crazed “lol hot yaoiz xx3″ type of guy when he was literally just A Dude that sold you things.
But yeah I gotta thank @the-glitchy-gh0st for actually writing him as a lovable good boye. (and I guess 801s-suggestions for their depiction of him too)
The other scouts at the table can’t help but laugh at 9S, who buries his face in his arms in an attempt to make himself as small as possible.
“No! I keep telling you I didn’t shit my pants!” he yells just loud enough for the whole mess tent to hear him. He catches a glimpse of 2B giving him an odd look before he sinks into himself more, “She just...We were sparring and she won and I got embarrassed. That’s it!”
“Oooh no, that’s not it,” 801S, an older scout, says with a sly grin, “You were all sweaty, squirming, acting all hot and bothered.”
“I was not!!”
“Yes, you were!” 801S’ singsong voice makes 9S groan, “Did getting your ass kicked by a lovely lady...excite you? Is our Nines a little deviant?”
9S feels his face flush beet red, prompting a round of laughter from the table, “I’m gonna kick your ass if you don’t stop!!”
“What a story this will be!” shouts 42S, an aspiring bard, “9S, the young scout with a troubled past, returns from his northern excursion with an exotic and mysterious Coatyl woman! Her beauty only matched by her ferocity! A simple sparring match goes awry when things become deliciously heated and they-”
“That is if 6O doesn’t snatch her up first.” mutters 32S.
The table erupts into laughter once again. Fed up with their antics, 9S abruptly stands up and tries to make a hasty exit from the mess tent.
“Attention!!”
The bellowing voice of Commander White stops him in his tracks and silences the tent of hungry soldiers in an instant. Her steely gaze scans the tent to make certain she has everyone’s full attention.
“Tomorrow at dawn,” she begins, “We will be beginning our march towards Vigo.”
Murmurs ripple through the mess tent.
“I realize this is a month earlier than when we had planned originally, but we have received word that an aquatic demon of unknown size has been sighted in the bay. All ship traffic has been halted until the demon is either destroyed or moves on.”
Again, she waits until the muttering amongst the soldiers comes to a stop.
“Our task remains the same, however. We will assist Vigo in the evacuation of civilians, defending refugee camps, and transportation of supplies. The only thing that’s changed as of now is when we’re expected. Dismissed.”
The moment Commander White turns to exit the tent, conversation erupts from all the tables. All except the scouts, who share concerned looks with each other. Even 9S returns to his seat, his annoyance with the others quickly abandoned.
“A demon in the bay? What do you think it could be?” 32S mutters.
“Maybe a siren type?”
“I thought those were smaller…”
“They can get big, I’ve read reports of one that was the size of a mammoth.”
“That wouldn’t be enough to shut down a whole trade city.”
“Maybe it’s just a whale?”
“Whale’s don’t come into bays, dumbass.”
“What if…” 9S says, staring through his friends, “What if it’s something new?”
The others give him odd looks, “What do you mean, new?” 11S asks.
“I mean what if this is something we haven’t seen before? An aquatic siege engine type? Transport type? Or maybe some weird whale hybrid they’re trying to roll out.”
“...If it’s that, how in the world would we get rid of it?” 801S rubs his chin in thought.
9S shrugs, “Dunno, but that’s not really our job, is it?”
“No, but I’m gonna guess you’re gonna try and find out what the plan is,” he says with a grin.
“I won’t be doing anything if you lot don’t keep your mouths shut.” he growls.
The scouts ease back into their normal conversations, mainly complaints about the early start tomorrow. Before he gets drawn back into the group, he spots 2B on her way out and gives her a small wave. She returns his gesture, and he can’t help the wide smile that spreads across his face.
“Have you ever been to Vigo, 2B?” 6O asks as they exit the mess tent.
“-M made a point t’ stay away fr-...m human settlements.” she responds with a mouthful of potatoes, “There were too many stories we were told as cubs of Coatyls being hunted for sport or paraded around circuses.”
“Right…” 6O sighs, “so, does that mean you’re not gonna stick around when we get to Vigo?”
“I...I’m not sure yet. I still don’t have a good lead on where A2 is. Maybe this city will have something.”
“You think they might be hiding out in Vigo?”
“Or someone that may have seen something.”
“You’re not seriously going to ask every person in the city if they’ve seen them, are you?”
There’s a hint of genuine concern in 6O’s voice that makes 2B huff, “Well when you say it out loud…”
6O giggles and playfully jabs her in the side. “I’m just teasing you. I’ll help you ask around when I’m off duty.”
2B mutters a quick thanks, then quickly looks over her shoulder as the laughter of the scouts' echoes through the tent. For such small men, they could certainly be quite loud.
“Well, we’d be glad to have you stick around with us, 2B. I know there would be some of us that would be sad to see you go.”
“Hm...Perhaps.”
True to her word, Commander White’s wake up call came before the sun had begun to rise. Or rather, Lieutenant Jackass’ wake up call. She parades around the camp, slamming two iron cooking pans together and shouting as loud as her lungs will allow. One by one, annoyed soldiers emerge from the tents, only to be immediately assigned a task to break down the camp. Within minutes, activity surges through the encampment and it begins to disappear, packed into crates and carriages, piece by piece. The sun is just cresting over the horizon by the time there’s nothing left but a worn down patch of dirt.
9S and the other scouts are assigned to helping the stablehands with the horses. They hitch up the temperamental beasts with little resistance. Despite being bred for war, they seem to sense that something is about to change and need to be calmed down with pats and bribery treats every so often. 9S isn’t too bothered, however. He’s been around horses as long as he can remember; their bizarre behaviors comes as no surprise to him. In fact, they seem to be fairly comfortable around him, one of the large chestnut geldings even nibbles at his hair to get a laugh out of him.
2B, on the other hand, does not mix well with horses.
With her dragonic strength, she volunteered herself to lift some of the heavier crates. Things that would take two or three full-grown men to lift, she would carry like it was nothing. Occasionally, 9S will stop in his tracks as he watches her heft box after box into a carriage, with 6O standing close by cheering her on.
Other times he watches her try to pat the dappled mare that’s hitched to the carriage she’s loading, only for the agitated beast to try and bite off her fingers. She squawks and leaps back, yelling profanities and jumping between common and a strange language 9S presumes to be dragonic. The mare, of course, doesn’t yell back. She just snorts and shakes her head at nothing in particular while 2B hisses at her.
It’s...much less impressive than watching her feats of strength.
Still, he can’t help but laugh. It makes her seem far less intimidating. Endearing, even. It’s nice to see she’s not always so dour and serious, or at least not the point that she isn’t above arguing with a horse.
She really is something...
He snorts as 6O eventually steps between the huffy Coatyl and the horse as if she’s separating two brawlers. They’re too far away for him to hear the conversation fully, but he swears he hears 6O telling 2B that she would lose that fight. 9S makes a mental note to tease her about this later. For now, though, he has a list of tasks to deal with, including helping his mother load fifteen cages of ornery ravens into carts.
Being the unofficial assistant to a healer means 2B is volunteered to help sick and injured soldiers into a cramped carriage set to be in the middle of the march. Her strength makes lifting full grown men easy, but 6O and the other healers have to guide her into not jostling broken limbs and tender stitching too much.
By the time the army would normally be settling in for breakfast, they begin the march towards Vigo. By 21O’s rough estimation they would reach the city within the week, but they would have to keep a quick pace. Traveling alone is one thing, but traveling with the entire company is another. No falling behind or rushing ahead. Everything must be in time with each other, otherwise, the whole caravan would fall apart. Commander White rides at the front, flanked by Jackass and several high ranking officers. Behind them, most of the army keeps pace with supply carriages dotted within the ranks. A troop of the best performing soldiers brings up the rear as a precaution against surprise attacks.
However, a solid mile ahead of the main army, the scouts travel in a loose and unsuspecting band, with one addition. 2B circles above them, flying ahead for a mile or so and then doubling back to circle a few times, then repeating the process. She insisted on staying with the scouts despite the protests of 9S. He did not take too kindly to her pointing out that they were small and easily targeted by anything larger than a house cat. She was right, but she didn’t have to say it so harshly…If a fight did break out, having a dragon overhead would be an incredible boon.
He could do without the teasing, though.
“You’re a lucky little bastard, you know that?” 11S says as 2B circles their group.
9S looks up at his friend and sighs, “What?”
“You know what people would give to have a godsdamned dragon be interested in them?”
He feels his cheeks heat up, “She’s not interested in me.”
“Why is she literally hovering above you, though?”
“Cause we’re easy targets!”
“Getting a bit defensive there, aren’t ya, Nines?” 801S says with a sly smile.
9S sputters and stops in his tracks, “I d-...Bu-....Y-...Shut up! She can probably hear you!”
801S cackles and 9S swears he sees 2B’s head tilt downward before she soars on ahead once more.
“So you do!”
“Well it’s obvious isn’t it?!” 9S growls. “I mean, you’ve seen her, she’s gorgeous and strong and-!”
He feels a roiling in his stomach at the admission of his feelings coming to light. It’s nonsensical though! It’s not like he’s about to propose to her, he’s just admitting to finding her attractive. So why does it feel like he’s about to vomit?!
“Tell her then,” 32S mumbles bluntly.
“Are you mad?! No! She’d eat me alive!”
“She didn’t eat you alive when you got a hard-on from her kicking your ass, that means she likes
you, right?” 42S says to himself mostly.
“I did not-!!” 9S takes a deep breath and tries to calm his embarrassment before he ends up shouting loud enough for the Commander to hear, “...Look, so what if I do...fancy her, there’s no way she’d ever give a moment of her time to someone like me.”
801S gives him a sideways glare, “What the hell are you talking about, 9S?”
“2B’s the kind of person who’d end up with a legendary hero or something, not some scrawny half-breed.”
“You might not be entirely wrong, but there’s plenty of self-made heroes in this army,” 801S says with nothing but sincerity in his voice. “Yet she’s spending her time with you.”
“And 6O,” 42S adds quickly.
“And 6O but, let's face it, Nines. 6O is more likely to be your new step-mom than she is to snatch up 2B.”
“Hey, wait a second, what the hell does that mean?!”
Their conversation switches in the blink of an eye and as 9S gets drawn into another round of teasing, he sees 2B flying a bit closer to the ground than before. Their eyes meet for a brief moment, and in an instant, she’s soaring ahead of the group once more.
9S feels his stomach drop and flutter at the same time.
