#ff b-52 x master attendant

[soul-embers]

Uh... can I request falling!MA encountering Browney with Napoleon when they were trying their best to help B-52 get out of the cathacombs unscratched. The awkwardness that ensues.

a/n: sure you can request it anon! i’m honestly surprised at how fast i came up with an idea for your request i just hope that it’s alright. 

Part 1 

[ en·coun·ter ]

The hair on your neck and arms bristled, a repeated mantra of ‘drop him drop him drop him’ echoes through your mind, gritting your teeth you ignore it,  This person needs help and by the God’s you are going to get him back to town before the fading afternoon light is gone, though with each step being hindered by your own stumbling and the ragged, wet breathing of the man whom you are trying to carry through the woods– it’s making your heart skin. 

You wouldn’t make it in time before the Fallen Angels would start appearing. No, no you cannot allow yourself to think like that, just… a small break here and there and hold him close whisper ‘i’m sorry’ whenever he groans. 

The sound of footsteps and voices are as comforting as it is unnerving. Not a single person would dare come this close to the Catacombs, only Master Attendants did– normal people like you (you stress the word normal for yourself) know to give this place a wide berth as it was no place for any of you to be near. When the voices become closer, the footsteps louder, laughter followed by a softer response and the mantra in your head changed. 

‘Run, run, run! Leave! They know what you are!’ 

It’s two young men with guns, both dressed to the nines. One a brunette, who dons a cape and a hat with a feather on it, the boy having fair skin, brown eyes and the one who laughed as he’s laughing once again while holding his gun in his hand. The other young man dons a hat with a feather as well, resting at an angle on a head of black hair,  his outfit looks more like a servant, his skin is darker than the other young man’s, which makes his beautiful blue eyes pop and drawing attention to them. A large gun was attached to his back and the softer tone you placed coming from him. 

The two young men stopped dead in their tracks when they noticed you. One face surprised and the other one is immediately on edge and head is then moving to look at the area before turning their attention back to you. 

“P-please can you help me get him to town? He’s hurt and needs help, I’m not strong enough to carry him all the way there.” your voice cracks, you’re worried that with how it looks that they’d assume you hurt the man you saved in the Catacombs. 

“Attendant, the sun is setting fast, you will not make it to town with your Food Soul in the condition that he is in.” the darker skinned young man responds, walking over towards you, hand reaching out to share the weight of carrying the man with you. “Napoleon Cake, let us make camp for the night and assist this Attendant.” 

“Alright Brownie.” the other young man known as Napoleon Cake started walking a few steps behind the two of you to keep an eye in case any Fallen Angel’s attempted to do a sneak attack, though if an attack from the front happened you are more than sure he could handle it from behind the three of you as well. 

Brownie. Napoleon Cake. Not a name that humans would give their children, so Food Souls. You encountered two Food Souls just wandering out in about without a Master Attendant with them (didn’t they need one of those to do that?) and Brownie called you an ‘Attendant’ and the man on you saved a Food Soul. It was hard to ignore that awkward little nagging in the back of your head to clear up the two Souls assuming you are a Master Attendant when you are not. 

The silence drives you mad, but it’s preferred to the mantra that’s been going through your head on a loop or the awkward feeling of being mistaken for something you are not. Once the four of you reached a small clearing, the two Food Souls made camp while you used your lap as a form of cushion for the perso- Food Soul. Anythings better than the cold hard ground right? The green-white glow from your hands was dim, but you prayed that it was doing something for the poor Food Soul. 

The fire is crackling and the sky had darkened, something you hadn’t realized as you had focused on the Food Soul. Your neck hurt, from the position where you were dipped closer down towards the Food Soul you assumed that you had fallen asleep at some point. 

“Ah, Attendant, you’ve awakened,” Brownie’s voice caught your attention, focusing on the young man who walked towards you with something to eat in his hands. “Please be careful for it is hot, please pardon the small portion, it is all I could make with what we had on us. It should be enough to give you some energy and your Food Soul as well.” 

The food is good, warm and vaguely reminds you of something you would eat with family or friends. Your eyes burn at the thought of your own friends and family. 

“Attendant, if you do not mind my asking… why is it that you only have one Food Soul with you? Most Attendants are not allowed near the Catacombs without five Food Souls with them, one of those souls always by the law of this land  being a Support Food Soul.” Brownie’s voice is even, the clear question that he hadn’t asked very apparent to you. 

“Why even ask them that Brownie? Just from one look at their Food Soul, I can see that their not a good Master Attendant to B-52.” Napoleon Cake spoke from his place near the edge of the campsite, eyes looking out into the darkness, but you could almost feel those brown eyes glaring holes into you. 

“Napoleon!” Brownie yelled at the other Food Soul, clearly very upset with the other’s words, but Napoleon Cake did not react he just kept watching out into the darkness. 

“I-I’m not an Attendant.” your mouth feels dry, both Food Souls look at you with a shocked expression on their faces, your heartbeat could be heard loudly in your ears. “I… I saved the perso- Food Soul right there from the Catacombs and left to get him some help.” 

“What were you doing in the Catacombs?” Napoleon Cake is the one to ask you this, looking you dead in the eyes. You could feel your sins crawling on your back, the mantra in the back of your mind returned and you bite the bottom of your lip. 

You didn’t want to tell them. You didn’t want to tell them the reason you had for being there. For willingly walking into the Catacombs, why would a normal (ha normal) person like you go into the Catacombs? 

How could you just tell two people you met that you went in there to die? 

“We have been hearing a racket from the Catacombs, so I went to see what it was… then I met him in the Catacombs. I couldn’t leave him there, hurt like that not after saving me. So I’m taking him back to my town, the Master Attendant there while old, she has a Support Soul who can help him.” your mouth became drier and drier the more you spoke. 

You lied. 

“Ah, I apologize if my calling you an Attendant made you uncomfortable. I just felt how strong the bond of your Contract with B-52 is thus why I called you Attendant.” Brownie was the first to speak, and his words have you confused. 

“Contract…? Bond?” 

“Yes, despite you saying that you are not an Attendant, the Contract I can feel connecting you to B-52 says otherwise. Saving B-52 might have formed the Contract, the determination you had to save him despite not being his Master Attendant, or an Attendant to begin with only solidifies why the Contract was created.” 

So the feeling that wrapped around your heart, the connection you felt with the Food Soul, this B-52 was a Contract. Your hand rested where your heart is, beating strong and with each beat, you felt as if another heart was beating right alongside your own. Causing you to make a face that has Brownie hiding a chuckle and Napoleon Cake laughing loudly. 

[inugamimagines]

❴ B-52 🍸 ❵

❲ pɑiring ❳ B-52 x Mɑster ɑttendɑnt

❲ rɑting ❳ sfw

❲ type ❳ crush heɑdcɑnons

➼ He's more than happy that someone will treat him as more than a fighting machine. It's the main reason he fell in love the moment he was summoned. It's the first time he's decided to fight on his own accord, to protect his master.

➼ He's interested in learning about his adoration for you. Why does your face look so cute when you're talking to customers? Why does he feel the urge to embrace your figure? His calculations are all over the place, it drives him insane.

➼ "Master attendant... I must apologize. I've been feeling an urge to call you by your name instead of by your title..." He gets fkustered whenever he whispers your name to himself. Oh, what would he give to be able to speak your name and proclaim his feelings.

➼ Very protective. No one will hurt you in any way. Any fallen angels who wish to stand in his way will face his wrath. He's packing flames and he's not afraid to set everything aflame to protect you.

[soul-embers]

Maybe Fallen MA develops craving for blood like food souls who are in danger of falling do (Red Wine and Bloody Mary). They are not happy. Maybe they start secreting strange substances, or throw up flames or have small horns growing on their head. Maybe they develop night vision, maybe they feel themselves suddenly start gaining physical strength in spurts. They try to hide it. B-52 learns anyway is MA asks him to either leave or kill them if they lose their mind.

a/n: huuuuuungh i thought about this all day at work and i finally typed up the little bits i jotted down while working because this is g ood. 

warning: brief mention of the ma putting a dead animal in their mouth. very, very brief, but if that sort of thing is upsetting for you to read then skip to the *  with ctrl + F and just put the * in the serch box. for moible users once you hit the first bit under the read more text will be in-between lines just skip that bit. 

[ re·quest ] 

An itch that started in the back of your throat, making you scratch your neck on and on cursing when you had scratched or rubbed your neck raw to the point of so that blood would prickle in small spots and cling to underneath your nails. You pulled your collar up on your chefs uniform up higher for a time and started to wrap some gauze around your neck to deter the scratching. 

It didn’t help, you kept scratching growing more and more frustrated that you are doing this. Then it happened, Ichi slipped up with a knife in the kitchen the sound of your friend biting back a curse followed by a heavy sigh you laid eyes on blood. It smells so… good. You wanted to taste it, to see if it was as good as it smells, every fiber in your being screams for you to take the blood that’s so freely flowing from beneath Ichi’s skin, but you fight it and treat his cut. 

The days go on, between managing to hide the fact that you are now able to see in total darkness without light or the assistance of your Food Souls is difficult, and hiding how your head would snap to the direction of fresh blood– was hard, but you managed. 

It’s only when you are out late one night, the smell of blood catches your attention once more. A bird laid to the side, dead and bleeding from where you are unsure, but before you know it you are holding the bird in your hands and your mouth fills with still cooling blood– you vomit. Feeling your skin crawl while you run back to your restaurant, repeating under your breath a mantra of ‘i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry’ to the bird while even further in the deeper parts you felt pleased, satisfied and the scratching in the back of your throat vanished. 

*

When you make it back to the restaurant, keys making a racket in your shaking hands while you dropped them and missed the keyholes entirely. It opened to a familiar figure and to one whom you tried to hide your Fallen side from more than anyone else. 

B-52. His eyes focused on you, one amazing blue and orange have you locked in place. All you could do was break down, crumbling against B-52′s solid, warm and familiar form. 

“Attendant… why is there blood and a bird feather around your mouth?” B-52′s tone is cold, and steady cutting straight to the point. You felt your blood run cold, every fiber of your being screams for you to get away from B-52 (he’s going to kill us. run. run run run run!) and you listened to it, but B-52 is faster holding you flush against his form. 

You struggle, trying to push B-52 away words coming out in a mess. You couldn’t. You couldn’t– B-52 didn’t need to handle any more of your problems, he couldn’t, wouldn’t always be here to protect you. If you could spare him from one more thing to worry about then that would be enough for you. 

“Attendant! Tell me what is wrong, is… is it acting up again? Giving you more powers to make you stronger… better when you transform?” 

When you transform… the words echo in your mind and you hate it. Something needs to be done a fail-safe, something that would stop you from reaching that point– turning. You hated the word. 

“B could you… no will you do something for me.” You hesitate for a moment, but press on. You have to ask this, as cruel as it might be B-52 is the one you had to ask to do this for you. 

“What is it?” B-52 responded, carding his hand through your hair, trying not to feel upset at how you dodged the question. 

“If I lose my mind B please… kill me or leave. Take everyone with you if you leave don’t… don’t leave them here to try and save me.” You felt B-52 still against you. The whirring of the fans kicked into a higher setting making you regret asking him, you hate this sound. 

You’ve upset him. 

“No,” B-52′s response is firm, you know that from it you cannot change his mind, but God’s you have to he has to do this for you. You couldn’t… you couldn’t allow yourself to become a threat. 

“I will not kill you or leave you, Attendant. Despite everything that’s happened, despite how you look tonight– you are still you Attendant.” 

You are still you… despite everything. Despite the changes, and despite what you may think… you are still you. 

“Please rest now Attendant. I will not leave you tonight and the store will manage fine without you for a day, so rest. I will be by your side till the end.” B-52 smiled while he hugged you tightly, holding you close while he takes you to your room.

 Helping you to clean up and lay next to you while you fall asleep to the familiar whirring of his fans, and the sight of his smile when he said that he would stay by your side till the end. 

[soul-embers]

9. Just do one last thing: Kiss me for B-52

a/n: here you go! 

this request is from this prompt list here

9. “just do one last thing: kiss me.” 

B-52′s words are whispered against your lips as your ever loyal Food Soul holds you close, so close that you can feel the heat of his body and the rapid beating of his heart with your own body rather than through the freshly made Pledge. Hand’s reaching up to cup your wonderful, and ever kind and sweet Food Soul, using your thumb to wipe away the tear that slowly made its way down his cheek. 

You kiss him. Light feather soft kisses decorate his lips then leaving to pepper more on as much of his face as you had access to kiss. B-52′s skin becoming a canvas and your kisses acting like a paintbrush, decorating any inch of skin you could with sweet little kisses before returning to place a firm, lingering kiss on his shaking lips. 

One that the two of you lean into, B-52′s hands coming to hold you close. Returning the kiss with such raw emotions, but sweet and gentle that you could only smile at how lucky you were to fall in love with such a sweet soul. 

[soul-embers]

No.11 with b-52😶?

a/n: here you go anon! i hope that this is alright! i’ve yet to summon good ol b-52 or biffy as i’ve seen him so lovingly called by everyone in area reviews and world chat. 

so i hope that he isn’t too ooc. 

request is from this prompt list right here! feel free to send one in!

11. “i almost lost you” kiss 

B-52′s warm lips were pressed against yours in mere seconds, the Food Soul holding you close. The kiss is frantic, teeth clicked against one another, a muttered apology between kisses, but B-52 did not pull away if anything he pressed himself even closer to you and kissed you even harder. 

Hand cupping your cheek, thumb rubbing your cheek while the other kept your hips flush against his. Once the two of you had finally parted did you realize that B-52 was crying, the Food Soul’s body shaking while the sobs finally broke free of his lips. 

“I almost lost you Master Attendant,” B-52′s body shook while his sobs wracked his body, but the Food Soul held you close, and you returned the embrace with one of your own. “I didn’t... you weren’t moving. You didn’t answer us. You didn’t answer me. God’s please Master Attendant, never scare me like that again.” 

[soul-embers]

WHAT IF someday(when fallen MA has been living happily with the fs for a while now ) bifty wants to like..y’know pledge himself to MA per magic ink, but MA is just scared bc they think that it would be no good for him , so they reject him for his own sake and he’s just a sad pumpkin and then someeeeedaaay bifty finds out why they rejected him. i don’t even know if this is shitty or like okay-ish but it’s kinda angsty i think and it’s one of those that u can add a fluff or bad ending, i dunno....

a/n: here you go anon~ sorry for the delay in getting this out!! i aimed to give your request a bit of a hopeful ending and something for everyone to decide what happens afterwards! ^O^

Your rejection hurt him, but B-52 could also feel how much it had hurt you. An apology and several awkward interactions later the two of you were able to work together once more after not being around one another for a little bit (Brownie and Napoleon Cake were a blessing in disguise for him) B-52 couldn’t help, but smile whenever he heard your voice and how it seemed to light up whenever you realized it was him that you were talking to. 

Despite being rejected, B-52 still has the Magic Ink. Unsure if he would ever actually use it he couldn’t deny that he had that faint lingering hope that he would be able to use it, but... he told himself to let it go. That if you happened to fall in love with a Food Soul he would give it to you so that you could Pledge yourself with them. 

It was only one day when holding the vial so delicately, turning it this way and that way when Jello sits next to him. Her green and gold eye focused on the ink (B-52 couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled up at how similar the younger soul’s coloring is to the inks) as all-knowing as usual but hidden under her usual smile and shining eyes. 

“Master Attendant had a reason for rejecting you B. After you left they cried, for what felt like days on end,” Jello trailed off, making sure that he was looking at her, listening to every word she had to say. 

All he could do was listen to her, he could not do so, not when her voice just has that ability to draw everyone’s attention to her. Making them focus on her, and she wasn’t even using the power that’s truly behind her voice to hold his attention on her. She was simply talking to him, Food Soul to Food Soul. 

“Master Attendant was scared. You know what’s going on in Master’s head than the rest of us, I’m good at watching, and seeing how they're doing. And B Master Attendant missed you, horribly after you left. Your feelings are mutual, that I’m sure of-- no were all sure of, just... try again after talking to them alright.” 

Jello pulled him from his spot, B-52 followed the familiar motions, laughing at the familiarity of this situation. The warmth of the Magic Ink against his heart, the warmth he could feel that same warmth from those little golden threads that bind your heart to his. 

One day, one day he will ask you again. Just this feeling is enough for him right now. 

[soul-embers]

a/n: a little short for the fallen ma au. a small shared moment between ma and b-52. i couldn’t resist the urge to get this out when the idea hit me all at once while working. it was so hard to not type on my b reaks

a little short on the side sort of work that’s further into the relationship. 

[ fa·mil·iar ]

The nightmare still clings to your skin in the form of sweat, your rapidly beating heart the sting of your eyes and the way you breathed. Too fast, not enough and it always, always scares you when this happens. The panic that sets in after a nightmare it's a little too close to home or you cannot remember it. 

Your hand frantically searched for the lamp on your nightstand only for you to fall off. Body crumpling to the floor in a sad heap and all you could do was cry. Broken, sad and uncontrollably. You felt as if you sounded akin to a dying animal more than a human’s cry (was this the fault of your fallen part?) and all you could do was curl up into yourself, and just wail. Not caring in the slightest how your body hurt, how you sounded... you couldn’t bring yourself to care about anything. 

Something cold touching you made you flinch, but the familiar sound of a whirring fan made you still. Familiar, familiar this sound is so familiar. Familiar, close and belonging to such a kind fixture in your current odd life as a Master Attendant. 

B-52 holds you close, mindful of his metal arm, making sure that the coolness of the metal wasn’t touching your skin (he saw the way that you flinched, he couldn’t miss it not with how close the two of you are) while you just leaned against him. His flesh hand combing through your hair while he pressed his lips to the top of your head, leaving behind a few comforting pecks with each press of his lips. 

It took a while for you to calm down and when you did B-52 still hadn’t let you go. Your ever loyal Food Soul and friend remained on the floor with you, quietly listening to the sound of your breathing while you listened to the faint whirring of his fans. 

“Hey... B.” 

“Yes, Master Attendant?” 

“Thank you...” 

A familiar, comforting sound. Something you’d come to associate with safety and warmth. You let the world around you fade away, only the sound of B-52′s fans and his hand running through your hair mattered before you returned to the world of dreams. 

[soul-embers]

59 for bifty ;)

a/n: here you go anon!! 

request is from this prompt list right here! feel free to send one in!

59. kissing so desperately that their whole body curves into the other person’s 

It felt natural, for his body to curve into yours while he was kissing you. B-52′s form fit perfectly against yours, like a puzzle piece, and he’d finally found his matching partner. 

The kiss is desperate, the two of you simply showing the other how you felt through the kiss. You are upset, reasonably so since he was wounded in the Catacombs so badly that he was unresponsive, but could see and hear everything. He wanted to speak to comfort you during that moment, but he couldn’t move, he couldn’t speak and God’s did it kill him to not be able to comfort you. 

So he’s making up for it now, making up for it by kissing away your tears, the fear that loomed over you and by keeping your form flush against his that if anyone were to see the two of you, they’d have a hard time figuring out where either of you began or ended. 

Just for a moment, bodies curved into one another’s feeling that the other is real, physical and there alive in one another’s arms is enough for both of you. 

[soul-embers]

b-52 with 4 please

a/n: here you go anon!!! 

request is from this post here

4. best places to kiss on their body 

Any mechanical part of his body makes B-52 a sputtering mess. Kissing his fingertips, the palm of his hand all the way to his elbow to his shoulder. Any sort of love that you extend towards his mechanical limbs nets you such a pure and raw reaction from B-52 since to him, from what he’s seen of humans he’s a bit off-putting. Both in how he looks and speaks like a machine. 

But with how you show even the unsightly and eye turning parts of him such affection he just has to take a moment to hold you close. 

[soul-embers]

May i ask for 15. with bifty please?

a/n: you sure can anon!! sorry for the wait in getting this out! 

request is from this list here! 

15. “i miss you every second of every day.” 

The weather is nice, the sky decorated with puffy clouds, the flowers are blooming and the distant sound of society is pleasant. Boquest of flowers in hand, B-52 walks a familiar path, one that he’s walked what feels to be a thousand times now, and one that he will continue to walk again and again until he could no longer walk the earth. 

A tombstone simple in design, but the love surrounding it is easy to see. Seems like your family, friends and other Food Souls have beaten him to visiting you this year. Seeing such bright colors makes B-52 smile you would have loved to see all of these colors. So he tells you, in great detail everything that has been placed around you. From the smallest of handmade gifts to the biggest of bouquets, and to the small offerings of food. He tells you about the flowers he’s brought along with him, what has been happening in the world, with those whom you left behind both human and Food Soul alike 

He talks, and talks and talks until his voice begin to crack and his eyes burn. 

“I miss you every second of every day Master Attendant,” the crack in his voice and the sob following afterward shakes his form, while his hand reached to fiddle about with the ring that you had placed on his finger, “I miss you... love.” 

[soul-embers]

a/n: wanted to write something for the fallen attendant au so this is for good ol’ b-52 and the ma! 

first meeting 

The Catacombs felt like the perfect place for you to be, a fitting place to go to now that you know what you are. A human that’s started the process of slowly changing into a Fallen Angel, makes you wonder what type you’ll become, or if you’ll even remember being human once you turn. 

Mechanical sounds echo throughout the catacombs. The creaking of hinges, and the grinding of gears-- is enough of an off-putting sound to chase away even the strongest of humans (you wanted to run as well, to turn back, but no you have to do this), but you continued down the stairs, ignoring how weak and shaky your legs feel. 

This is for the best. For you and for everyone, you couldn’t hurt anyone nor cause any problems here-- this is for the best. A mantra you keep repeating to yourself despite how your eyes burned and made your heart hurt. You didn’t want to be here, not at all, it’s scary and death clings to every corner and moving shadow. No, you just allowed yourself to believe that this was your only option, your only way to protect others from yourself. Rather than looking for an answer, you chose the easier route, the route that would have you vanish from everyone's lives in a horrible way. 

The mechanical sounds grew louder and louder. So loud to the point that you covered your ears while walking only for a form to be thrown in front of you causing you to scream. A body-- a person now lay at your feet. A chant of ‘don’t touch don’t touch don’t touch’ raced through your mind, tripping over your own feet you ran to the body anyways. 

Once you kneeled down beside the person you noticed that they were not normal. Broken wings with what seemed like a cloth-like membrane stretched between metal,m the cloth is torn and full of holes, one wing is just barely hanging onto the persons back. One eye is mutilated, a bloody, pulpy mess of torn and punched in flesh that has you biting back the bile that tried to creep up your throat. 

Shaky wet breathing is all you could hear from the person, the shaking of their body made the cough even worse. Squeezing your heart when the person tried to move, unable to do so and simply turned to the side. Ragged breathing and the sound of struggling gears makes you cover your ears-- the sound of stomping and growls has you on your feet. Your senses start going wild, danger plays on a loop as you stared at the hulking mass in front of you. 

A Fallen Angel. 

It’s foolish, such a foolish thing to do, but you throw yourself over the person. Using your body as a shield, trying to fit as much of their larger form underneath you, praying that your hands glowing with a soft green almost white light would be enough to heal them, so that whenever the Fallen Angel dealt with you then maybe the person could get away. 

The person coughed, and purple fire filled the space in front of you and around the Fallen Angel. Horrible screams and the smell of burning flesh makes you feel ill, as the charred corpse vanish slowly. Leaving you to stare in wonder for a moment before looking at the person underneath you, whose single remaining eye is focused on you. A shockingly beautiful light blue that slowly vanishes behind the person's eyelid. 

You came here to protect others, to meet an end by the very thing you could become, but now. Now with your arms wrapped around this person body, glowing that soft green white light, you leave the Catacombs. Being careful and taking it slow to avoid Fallen Angels and to allow the person and yourself a moment of rest. 

You felt a strange connection form with the person, one that wound around your heart, tugging on it and feeling something other than your own thoughts. And for some reason-- it felt right, making you feel more human than you have for the past few days.