Yonah Cooks Dinner
Nier Replicant
Nier x Reader
f/m
Nier had invited you for dinner with him and Yonah at their place tonight, after things seemed to have finally started to calm down after defeating the Shadowlord and.... everything, really. You had been really looking forward to sitting down over a warm meal with them in peace... that is, until Yonah insisted on having you all try her new recipe..
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Nier holds your gaze with a stern expression on his features.
“You know I’ll do anything for you, right?”
“What do you mea—“ your plate’s suddenly swiped from under you.
Nier had invited you for dinner with him and Yonah at their place tonight, after things seemed to have finally started to calm down after defeating the Shadowlord and.... everything, really. You had been really looking forward to sitting down over a warm meal with them in peace... that is, until Yonah insisted on having you all try her new recipe..
“Sorry, y/n,” he raises his voice just enough to be heard over by the kitchen, “I’m really really hungry... and this is soooo good... so I’m going to have to eat your plate.. too....” Yonah breaks her attention from the boiling pot, and shoots Nier the most adorable glare you’ve ever seen.
“Hey, you can’t take y/n’s food! That’s rude!” She grabs another plate from the cabinet and, to your horror, begins to scoop out more god-forsaken sludge onto the platter.. There’s a light nudge on your side. You look over as Nier gives you a simple nod and a quick jerk of his head towards the kitchen with a sense of urgency. Putting two and two together in the moment, you give a light cough.
“O-oh that’s ok, Yonah. I’m uhhh...on a diet! Yes, on a diet, so Nier can have the rest of mine.”
“Really? Aww, ok...” With a tear in your eye, you turn and do your best to communicate the uttermost gratitude to your savior with your eyes alone. He seems to read it and smiles. It would even have been lovely, were it not for his face growing greener by the minute as he desperately keeps the contents of your former plate in his mouth. Poor boy...
Despite the meal, you really enjoyed having dinner with them. Listening to Yonah as she enthusiastically told stories out of the books she read, getting a pat on the shoulder from Nier every now and then as he affirmed to you that he was feeling fine (which you doubted) after eating both his and your portions. It was a peaceful night, and you could tell the two of them needed something like this to feel some semblance of normalcy again, too, after everything they’ve been through. You wish you could have done more to be there for them—to have been there beside Yonah as she could do nothing but lay in bed to fight off the Scrawl, to have been there by Nier’s side as he had a deep darkness take hold in his heart after losing his only family.
For some reason, these thoughts began to plague you the more you sat with them tonight. The squeak of the chair beside you being pushed back interrupts your thoughts before they can go further. Looking up, you notice Nier slowly stand hunched over with his arms crossed over his stomach.
This can’t be good.
“Hey guys, I think I’m gonna go take a—ack—“ he shoots up a hand to clamp his mouth shut. He swallows for a moment before finishing his thought, “...breather outside.”
“You okay?” Yonah stands up from her chair across us and gives Nier a look of concern.
“Y-yeah, I must’ve eaten too much.”
“Aw, you liked it that much?” She smiles with pride.
God bless them..
“Of c-course, I liked it so much t-that—“ the man darts out the door so fast, none of you have time to even react. You let out an exasperated sigh.
“I’ll go check on him...” you end up standing from your chair. Feeling a bit of pity, you give the girl a smile on your way out.
“Thanks for dinner, Yonah.”
She smiles back, “No problem! It was really fun having you over, let’s do this again soon, okay?”
You give a final wave before darting after the victim of tonight’s supper.
A wave of fresh air fans over you upon getting outside. You pause for a moment to breath it in, enjoying this moment of peace and quiet. It’s quickly interrupted by the sound of someone hurling in the distance.
“Nier?”
You run to the source of the noise beside the pond nearby. Supporting his weight with his hands on his knees, the white haired man doesn’t notice you approaching him. You inch closer, careful to keep distance from the splash zone.
“Are you okay?”
Stopping for a moment, he turns his head to you, giving you a full view of the scene before you. His face a few shades paler than his already pale skin, hair a disheveled mess, and he looked to have lost the hair band keeping it somewhat together along the way.
“Yeah...I’m g-good...” He looks terrible. “H-how about you..? Are you holding up alri—“ he turns back to where he started and continues emptying his stomach.
Alright that’s it.
You briskly get behind him. As you pull out the extra ribbon from your pocket, you brush his hair aside and grab most of the misplaced white locks you can. You give the ribbon a few knots before judging that it seems tight enough to hold back the mess. You gently rub his back until the puking seems to ease. The both of you stay focused on the waves in the water as he waits for his stomach to completely settle.
After some time, he slowly stands up straight, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Keeping your hand on his back, you shift your weight to keep him from wobbling.
“Thanks, for helping me out.” He doesn’t break his eye contact from the water. “You didn’t have to come out here and find me, it’s kind of embarrassing to see me like this.”
“Why is it embarrassing?”
He sighs before turning to you. He makes a gesture around his face, knowing full well he means ‘because of this’.
“Well you’re the one who took an extra portion from me, if you hadn’t done that you wouldn’t be here..”
“I didn’t want you to get sick.”
Your irritation starts to grow, “So you get sick instead? No way.”
“What else was I supposed to do? Just sit there and let you suffer? And Yonah—”
“You didn’t have to eat my whole portion! You could have just eaten half or something!”
He stares at you dumbfounded. After a beat, he turns away from you, rubbing his neck shyly.
“Yeah...I could have done that, couldn’t I?” He mumbles under his breath.
“I guess I got carried away,” he looks at you from the corner of his eye, “trying to save you the stomach ache,”
You pause before giggling, breaking out into a light laughter. He turns his head to you again with a frown.
“What’s so funny?”
“Your sweet.” A blush creeps on his face at the comment. “But you’re also stupid. Next time, just let me eat it. I can handle a stomach ache, but I don’t wanna have to hold your hair as you puke into the pond cause you tried to ‘save me the stomach ache’, yeah?”
He lets out a long sigh before giving you a shy smile.
“‘Yeah.”
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