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evereinefaust · 14 days

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: B-52 X afab!Reader

Synopsis: Suffering from boredom on a fine windy day, MC decided to plead with her winged food soul for a ride in the air.

Word Count: 2,438

"It sure is windy today..." A certain [h/c]ette commented, peering at the light blue skies littered with fluffy white clouds.

It was one fine weekend. The young master attendant doesn't have any school to attend on this day nor does she have to meddle with the business mostly run by her food souls. She sighed and slumped deeper into her seat on the gazebo. The wind picked up once again and gently caressed her [h/c] tresses.

"Tch... What a boring weekend," a childish pout played upon her lips, eyebrows furrowed with hidden indignation. "Everyone is so busy... I can't spend any bonding time with them... And even the kids are nowhere to be found! Bah!" [Y/n] openly complained, her voice echoing outside the gazebo, and was carried away by the wind.

"[Y/n]-sama?" A sudden voice broke the said girl from her tantrum.

[Y/n] whipped her attention toward the stranger's voice. Her [e/c] eyes met with blue and yellow mechanical ones. Silver hair swayed with the wind as the person stood at the entrance of the gazebo. The girl hadn't realized that she had slumped deep in her seat and was caught behaving childishly by one of her food souls.

"G-Gou-nii, good morning," she let out an awkward chuckle while fixing her position, sweat-dropping at her stupidity. "I didn't expect you here."

B-52 scanned his master's condition before speaking up. "Brownie told me to check up on you."

"Ah... I see," [Y/n] drawled out. The disappointment was evident in her face with her bottom lips pursed into a pout and eyebrows knitted together. "Do you have anything to do next? If not, come sit here with me," she said, tapping the vacant space beside her.

"No," was the male's simple reply.

He then trudged over to where the [h/c]ette was and sat in the space next to her. As soon as he was seated, [Y/n] pulled her legs up and laid them on the seat. She leaned her upper body down and rested her head on B-52's lap, her gaze upwards while the male stared down at her with an emotionless face.

"[Y/n]-sama, what are you doing?"

"I'm resting my head on your lap. Am I heavy?"

B-52 simply shook his head. This earned a smile from the teen as she proceeded to close her eyes, feeling comfortable in her current position. The two remained like that for a few moments, serene silence befell upon them as the winds occasionally picked up and brushed past the two. Of course, wearing only thin pieces of casual clothing, [Y/n] would shiver whenever the cold breeze pricked her skin.

"Are you perhaps cold, [Y/n]-sama?" the food soul asked, glancing down at the trembling body of his master attendant.

Opening [e/c] irises, [Y/n] was met with B-52's stoic expression. "Yeah, a bit," she answered, though made no effort to warm herself up. "Hey, Gou-nii. I have a request."

"What would that might be?"

"Can you take me up in the skies?" she pleaded, curiosity and desperation evident in those pools of hers. [Y/n] has been curious as to how it feels to be flying and seeing that she has at least three food souls who have that ability, she can't help but be intrigued and low-key jealous.

The male's gaze studied her own for a good minute before he bluntly answered. "No."

"Why~?" [Y/n] childishly whined, puffing her cheeks and jutting her lower lip out in a cute pout. She put on her best puppy eyes though unsure whether the mechanical food soul would be swayed by this.

"I do believe that the others—and I—find the notion dangerous for Master Attendant. Furthermore, Brownie would not like [Y/n]-sama to be in an accident. That's why he entrusted me to watch over you," the silverette stated, his voice lacking the usual monotone and now holding concern for the girl.

[Y/n] understood where he was coming from, and as much as she wanted to comply with them and not cause trouble for her beloved food souls, her boredom and curiosity eventually took over her rationality. She already had this chance to feel what B-52 could feel when in the air, there was no way she would just give up this rare opportunity just for the sake of her safety. Although let's admit that she is subconsciously afraid of anything wrong happening while above ground, the thought is overwhelmed by her whim.

"Pretty please, Gou-nii~? It won't take long, I promise! And besides, you can carry me, right?" [Y/n] pressed, now resorting to wrapping her arms around his waist and snuggling the boy to obedience. "You're already here with me, there's no way you would let any harm go my way when you're here, right?" She then looked up and stared at his alluring orbs.

B-52 was torn between doing his duty as her food soul and protecting her from harm or giving in to her request. Lifting his left hand from the side, he gently patted the girl's [h/c] locks as he thought about his decision. It took the male at least a few minutes to contemplate what would be the best path to choose whilst petting the girl who was eagerly receiving his affections.

In a while, B-52 nodded solemnly. "I understand. I would comply with [Y/n]-sama's request. I would also ensure that you'll be safe with me up in the air."

"Wah! I'm so happy!" [Y/n] cheered as she sat up and immediately engulfed the white-haired food soul in a tight embrace, her arms wrapped around his neck, and her face buried in his shoulders. "Thank you so much, Gou-nii! I love you!"

The aforementioned food soul could only stare in shock at the girl's sudden action, making him tense and unable to know how to act in this situation. The two surely bonded together for as long as B-52 could remember when he started as her food soul, however, it was only times that they would be accompanied by others as well. In times like this, the male couldn't decipher what he should be doing in response. After all, the two never had any intimacy other than the occasional head pat and chaste kisses on the cheeks or forehead. Truly, he doesn't know that much about his master attendant despite being hers for almost two years.

Easing his tense muscles, he let out a satisfied sigh and returned the hug, carefully wrapping his limbs around her petite body to bring his beloved attendant closer. "I...love you too, [Y/n]-sama," he whispered in her ears, flitting his lids close.

As a red hue bloomed on the girl's cheeks and the grin widened, she then pulled back and beamed. "Let's go, Gou-nii! I can't wait to experience this for the first time with you!" she giggled, bouncing from the seat on the gazebo and gently tugging the winged food soul by his hand.

B-52 obliged and followed her outside the gazebo and into the vibrant garden. It was such an unusually windy day. The air currents were harsh and chilling, and the time intervals it would appear were random. The flora around the garden would dance along with the winds, and the pink petals of the cherry trees floated around the marvelous place. Once the two reached a perfect open space, the silverette's heterochromia corneas glanced down at his master.

"Are you comfortable if I hold you like this, [Y/n]-sama?" he asked whilst embracing the girl against his body, his arm wrapped around securely around the small of her back and her waist. "Please do hold onto me all the time," he added.

"This is fine, Gou-nii," [Y/n] responded as she wrapped her arms around his neck tightly as instructed.

"Good. Very well then, I would first prepare my wings before we take off," B-52 nodded as his mechanical wings spread out behind him for a test run.

After a few minutes of his mechanical wing changing gears and testing out the mobility, B-52 then slowly lifted off the ground with the [h/c]ette in his hold. The lift-off ensued without much difficulty despite the weight, and the food soul was able to get a secure grip on his passenger. [Y/n] could feel her heart thumping aggressively against her ribcage from the excitement and nervousness. She was feeling chills run down her spine, yet it wasn't due to the noon breeze. Once B-52 ensured that it was stable enough, he flew a few more feet upwards in one swift move.

"AAAHHH!" [Y/n] shrieked at the unexpected action, instinctively clinging tighter to her food soul in fear of falling—not that he would allow it though. The pressure of the cold winds roughly caressed her face, eyes tight shut, and [h/c] locks splayed everywhere.

At last, B-52 seemed to stop ascending the sky and now stalled reasonable meters above the ground. His gaze landed on the girl still secured in his arms. Unconsciously, he sported a small smile at her petite form. A few moments later, [Y/n] calmed down from that and carefully opened her eyes. A pair of [e/c] orbs instantly met with heterochromia ones.

"We're high up in the air, right?" the teenager asked, all the while emitting a nervous chuckle. She loosened her hold around her food soul's neck and instead rested her hand on his shoulder.

The silverette promptly nodded, a smile sporting his lips. "Yes. We're 50 meters above the ground. The wind currents are stable for now, you can try and look around, [Y/n]-sama," he mentioned, glancing at the view below.

[Y/n] followed his gaze and soon her eyes widened in awe, and her mouth parted slightly as she was left starstruck. The view from above was indeed magnificent. She could see the large mansion placed in the middle of her large property, the enormous garden from where they were earlier shrunk in size. Turning her head, she saw several pavilion houses that were made for a select few of her food souls. Flora surrounded the whole property, and behind the mansion was a dense forest followed by a clearing by the cliff overlooking a body of water.

Seeing that her property was located at the top of a hill, she could see the town below. The houses littered around appeared like small collective boxes, and the establishments present were very much visible. She could even see her restaurant, Moon Rose Resto, and the annexed balcony, Scarlet Terrace. Ah... How she admired this view.

"Are you enjoying yourself, [Y/n]-sama?" B-52 inquired, shifting his gaze from the surroundings to his [h/c]ette master.

"Mhm. I do!" she chirped, bobbing her head. After a few minutes of admiring the town, she turned to him, a cheeky smile plastered on her face. "Is it okay if we move? I wanna experience flying with you and admiring the town more."

B-52 obediently nodded. "Of course, [Y/n]-sama. Hang on tight."

[Y/n] did what she was instructed and wrapped her arms around the silverette's neck once again. A cold breeze brushed past the two of them as they swiveled across the air. Her [e/c] eyes gaze at her surroundings as they fly past the large mansion and into the town below. After a few minutes of watching the townspeople go on with their daily lives, the duo was about to return to the mansion on top of the hill.

Just as B-52 flew over the pathway, strong winds stuck the two. His mechanical wings got tangled, forcing him to lose balance in the air. At the same time, both of them lose their grip on each other from that.

"Eh?" [E/c] orbs dilated in shock, her heart skipping a beat as she reached out towards her food soul. She could feel the cold breeze whizzing past her falling form, [h/c] tresses splayed in every direction.

"[Y/N]-SAMA!" B-52 screamed, extending his arms towards her in an attempt to grab her falling form.

With knitted eyebrows, he clicked his tongue and immediately adjusted his wings. Once he was stable enough, he didn't waste another minute diving downwards. [Y/n]'s figure was fast descending the heavens, her heart running a mile as tears started to form in the corner of her eyes. She didn't want to die like this. She shut her lids tight, afraid of the impact of her body meeting the solid ground. She waited for her inevitable death... However, instead of the harsh earth, she felt trembling limbs hugging her form as she ascended into the air.

Cautiously opening her eyes, she was met with a terrified B-52, his face showed so much emotion that the master attendant didn't know. "Are you...okay, [Y/n]-sama?" he asked through uneven breaths.

Her gaze scanned his form. It was evident from that that he wasn't expecting that to happen. And worst of all, she knew that he was so afraid of her falling to her death. Pursing her quivering lips, she wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

"Mhm. I'm okay, Gou-nii. Thank you for saving me," she weakly mumbled, the trauma of earlier still catching up to her.

"I apologize for my inability to predict that outcome, [Y/n]-sama..." he mentioned, now landing safely in the middle of the garden they once stood in earlier. "I'm terribly sorry for failing you as your food soul and endangering your life. Truly I'm sorry..." his voice faltered at the end, setting the teen down as he slowly loosened his grip on her petite form.

[Y/n] vigorously shook her head. "No! You saved me, Gou-nii. You shouldn't apologize. In the end, it's my fault for forcing you to comply with my stupid request. I was blinded by my whim and didn't think of this possibility. That's why you shouldn't blame yourself," she asserted, her face undeniably full of resolve about the matter and isn't going to be persuaded otherwise.

"But..." the male started though was stopped by his master.

"Don't say anything more, Gou-nii. It's all in the past. Even though I almost died, I'm still alive now, right?" she smiled weakly, trying to convince the male not to blame himself further. After all, she didn't want a repeat of his history and his blame on himself for being inadequate. "I'm just glad that you're here for me, Gou-nii..." With that, she moved closer and wrapped her arms around his torso, hugging the male in reassurance despite her trembling.

B-52 eventually relaxed in her embrace, reciprocating the gesture by wrapping his arms around her shoulders, bringing the [h/c]ette closer. He then rested his chin on top of her head and closed his eyes. "I promise it won't happen again, [Y/n]-sama..."

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acosmicblizzard · 1 year

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Not So Warm embrace (Christmas cafe 2022 submission)

Fandom: Food fantasy

Genre: Romantic Fluff

Pairings/Characters: B-52 x master attendant reader (Gender-neutral), Slight mentions of brownie

Prompt: Cuddling near a lit fireplace & Hot chocolate Warnings: Mentions of fire

Wanna see the other stuff i do? Check out my masterlist!

You shivered and sighed as you lit the fireplace and sat down on the couch, the fire beautifully lighting up the area around you. After a entire day of snowball fights, managing the restaurant, making deliveries, and making sure you didn't get snowed in you definitely needed this break. Even after work you somehow still had enough energy to have a snowball fight with the younger food souls. You feel it was all worth it though, you made sure almost all your food souls had the day off which was a challenge considering a very certain food soul wouldn't stop asking you if he could do anything to help you and that it was his duty as your butler. Some food souls were definitely easier to convince then others but you ended up getting the majority of them to take the day off and relax. Since Christmas was coming around you wanted them to get the chance to relax since the restaurant was gonna get more and more packed as the days up too Christmas came and there was a very little chance they'd get to relax if not now. Though one of the most sweet things of today was seeing B-52's reactions to human customs in the holidays. Because of his past of mostly being used as a fighting machine he never really got the chance to do really anything other then fight. But ever since he met napoleon cake and brownie and was soon summoned by you everything changed. You giggled as you recalled his confused face trying to find out meanings behind each tradition and trying to figure out why people do each thing. "Master attendant." Suddenly, you felt a large piece of fluffy cloth be put on your shoulders. Looking over, you saw B-52 standing there. "Your bodily temperature is lower then it should be, you must warm up before you start suffering from hypothermia." You nodded and wrapped the blanket around yourself. "I will go make some hot chocolate for you master attendant." The winged food soul soon disappeared into the kitchen as you wrapped the blanket fully around you. A smile came to your face as the warmth and fluffiness of the blanket took over your senses. A few minutes later and B-52 came back in holding a mug oh hot chocolate, "Be careful master attendant, it's still hot." You nodded as you grabbed the handle of the mug and took a slight sip too test the temperature. Though it was a little too hot you still drank some anyway, your throat burning at the sensation. B-52 seemed confused at your actions but stayed silent and stayed standing nearby. Soon an idea came to your mind, one of the quickest ways to warm up someone was to share body heat. You always had a special connection with B-52 and often wished to hold his hand or just generally be in his presence, so now would be the perfect time to suggest this. "B-52" You cleared your throat as you caught the food souls attention. "Would you mind cuddling with me? It would be a quick way to warm me up." B-52 stared at you as he processed your words and he quickly started shaking his head rapidly. "Master attendant- I'm metal, i would only make you colder." The food soul looked away, seemingly ashamed at the thought of making things harder for you.

"Aww c'mon B's, it'll be fine." B-52 hesitated, still weary of his actions. Worried he'd make your condition worse but still followed your orders. He slowly sat on the couch and moved towards you as you opened a side of the blanket to put over his shoulders. You soon leaned over and put your head on his shoulder, like he said, he was cold. No, cold isn't the right word. Freezing, would be a better word. You slightly shivered at the sensation but quickly got use to it, it wasn't likely you'd get a chance for something like this to happen in awhile. B-52's thoughts were messed up in his head, he was worried but for some reason... this felt nice. Being close to you felt nice, he didn't understand why thought. But if you're okay with it, he'll stay like this, for a little while longer.

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lakeside-paradise · 1 year

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Was listening to Goodbye by Bo Burnham, and it kinda gave me B-52 vibes, especially at the lines "So this is how it ends // I promise to never go outside again" Maybe finally agreeing with what everyone says about him being a machine, a device whose only power is to kill. The calm pace continues until "Am I going crazy? // Would I even know? // Am I right back where I started fourteen years ago?" Has he really come nowhere at all? Is he still the monster that he was at the start?

The rushed words and 'excuses' continue to the "I swear to God that all I've ever wanted was // A little bit of everything, all of the time // A bit of everything, all of the time // Apathy's a tragedy, and boredom is a crime" and then, it's extremely interesting at how it doesn't return to 'anything and everything, all of the time' like it does in 'Welcome to the Internet'. Instead the line is "I'm finished playing, and I'm staying inside" So he's given up on trying to be a human. He's realised that he'll only be a monster who will follow orders until he dies, so it'd be safer if he just hides away.

He's comfortable with his decision, tries to lighten the mood, until the line "Oh, shit, you're really joking at a time like this?" This is the point that means the most to him. He's completely lost control, and the chorus from Look Who's Inside Again returns, but this time, something is clearly different. The tone is distorted, almost like it's coming from a MACHINE and not his own voice.

Listen to the change in tone from "Oh, shit, you're really joking at a time like this?" To "Well, well, look who's inside again // Went out to look for a reason to hide again // Well, well, buddy, you found it // Now come out with your hands up // We've got you surrounded..."

In my mind, I'm thinking of a moment where he's with Brownie, where Brownie is trying to convince him that everything is fine, that he's not some monster, only for B-52 to make one comment about himself, whether it being that he's evil, or that he'll hurt Brownie, and in that moment of weakness, something takes over him. Maybe someone orders him to kill Brownie, or they do it simply by overriding his systems. The moment his voice goes from sad and defeated to empty and corrupted, only for the mechanical smile to fade, for him to come back to himself as soon as he sees the light leave Brownie's eyes, the soft whisper of 'It's not your fault...' being the last thing he'll ever say again.

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raredrop · 2 years

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Like my vision for someone might not be accurate

But I've seen plenty of others treat them just as bad

Or maybe..... maybe I've just missed all of this in canon that everyone else is seeing and I'm a dumb

Like maybe i misread the same thing we all read

#and by someone i mean this context b52 #which i think is the canon character outside of very minor mmo characters #that i write very differently #altho.....considering pretty much everything is stuff id have no canon to reference #from certain interactions and situations #but still people tend to see him as this monster or a freak or a roomba #bc he's a robot #when his whole backstory leads to him wanting to be seen and treated as a human #but idk i think i just write people too soft #id love to write for him again but im not into the lore anymore so idk how #fill a room with ff fans and ask them to all write as b52

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the-unspeakable-tsar · 7 months

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Chapter 2 - X-Manson by Doctor Benway - Annotated By Tsar

We now get into the backstory of this au's Scott Summers. Who has a backstory that's somehow sadder than regular old average Scott Summers.

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[Shot of a man and woman whose faces are porcine beyond the point of parody in a living room that is a canonical example of kitsch. The purple lampshades in the background have the letters FF embroidered into them in gold thread.]

[Caption: Francis and Francine Fagan, Omaha Nebraska]

*I don't know what the significance is of their names. i can find no connections, but a thing that their name is possibly a reference to Fagin from Oliver Twist.

FsF: We didn't have much choice. We had to send him away.

FnF: He kept breaking my things.

FsF: No control over those beam things from his eyes.

FnF: He was a kid. Gawky, you know? Kept falling over his feet, losing the glasses. Damn near took my head off once.

FsF: We tried to send him to Boy's Town, but they didn't take mutants then.

[Shot of a man with short blond hair in a black turtleneck. The room that he's sitting in is spare to the point of being spartan. He looks very, very certain, though of what it is not clear.]

[Caption: Alex Summers, Clergyman, Fullerton CA]

*Scientologist Havok.

AS: What they mean is that Boy's Town wouldn't take him for free.

Int: I understood that the fee was nominal.

AS: Yeah, it was. They stopped charging it altogether before Scott got sent away, but the Fagans couldn't be bothered to find that out. They sent him to the first place that wouldn't charge them anything. We weren't supposed to be separated.

Int: They were your foster parents?

AS: Keepers. They were our keepers. They even called the place Boy's Farm. They got 500 a month for every orphan boy they kept. We slept in what used to be their barn. All twelve of us, sleeping with our asses to the wall.

Int: You were sent there right after your parents were killed?

AS: No. First we were in the hospital, recovering from the accident. Then they sent us to a psychiatric hospital, then back to a normal hospital. We got a lot of press. Not many kids lose their family when a fully loaded B52 falls on the family car. The workers thought for sure we were going to get taken in by a foster family, because it made such a good story. We went through eight homes before they dumped us at the Lahrs. Seems orphans who're mutants weren't so popular.

*i guess there's no Corsair in this awful universe. Or Shi'ar, probably.

[Shot: The Fagans]

FnF: He was such a handsome young man, except for those glasses that made him look like a blind man.

*Totally a daredevil reference, guys

FsF: Too damn shy. Wouldn't say boo to a goose.

FnF: Not like the brother.

FsF: Jesus, he was a handful.

[Shot: Alex Summers]

AS: I did a lot of stupid things. I missed Scott.

Int: Did you talk at all?

AS: I was allowed a ten-minute call once a month. It was hard. Scott didn't say much. Sometimes it would take me half the call to get him to say anything.

Int: Was he happy there?

AS: I didn't think so, not at first, not until he met Jean.

Int: Did you meet Jean?

AS: No. Only ever saw a picture he sent me once in a letter.

Int: Did you try to visit the School?

AS: I tried a couple of times. Kept getting into trouble. Did some time in juvie. Did some hard time. Then I found meaning in my life through Scientology. It saved my life, but by then I'd lost touch with Scott.

*two brothers...two cults.

Int: Did you ever reach the School?

AS: My work with the Church was more important, for a time, and, after that, he stopped answering my letters. I thought he'd abandoned me, so I didn't bother stopping there, even when I was working for the Church in Manhattan.

#marvel #fanfiction #scott summers #alex summers #marvel fanfiction #xmen #fanfiction annotations.#annotations #cyclops #scientology

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