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𝕄𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕠 𝕁𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕠 ~ 𝔸𝕤 𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕊𝕠 𝔹𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕨

Shadow__Ace is going to be writing a whole book based on my 2 Tommyinnit Lockdown oneshots, go follow them so you can catch it when it's out :)

Also I put a a fuck ton of effort into this and I never usually ask, so a vote/comment would be appreciated :D

MCYT: FallenLondon!Mumbo Jumbo

SMP or AU: Fallen London AU, set in the world of iamsolar and thanezain's ao3 story: The Incredible Case of the Body Swapping Serial Killer. [The link to this fic is in the comments of my announcement talking about it]

Type: Flirty [There is a lot of build up before this actually happens I was really inspired by the setting and plot I'm sorry]

Pronouns: They/Them

Notes: Y/N = Your Name. Info you need for this AU: Fallen London is an online, open-world, text-based game set in Victorian London. London has sunk underground below the surface into supernatural territory where everything is governed by crime and the promise of mechanics, where death is rarely permanent. Basically very steampunkesque. You don't need any knowledge of Fallen London to read this, there just may be a few places/things mentioned that you won't understand, that I'll be happy to explain in the comments. Feel free to just treat this as a Victorian AU.

Premise: Working for the Tortoise Lord, Xisuma, puts you in many positions of infiltrating parties run by the aristocracy and constabulary. This time is no different, apart from your boss' friends, a certain reckless detective and his long-suffering chronicler, are also there. Conversation turns into you being dragged into their business and ultimately, a show-down you're unlikely to forget.

Trigger warnings: Swearing, guns, blood, violence, temporary death, Mumbo struggles to function around someone he's attracted to, my longest oneshot ever

Y/N's POV

"You are an observer, nothing more." The man in the cloak reminded me. I modded my head curtly with understanding, daring not to voice my assent out loud and slip his powerful name into the sentence on reflex. It was more than a privilege to know the name of the greatest Crime Lord in the Flit, even to those who worked closely under him. I was among a handful who knew, and I didn't intend on slipping up on that trust. I ran my hand over a crease in the trousers of my evening suit, feeling the Tortoise Lord's eyes upon me.

"That ascot isn't right," He hummed thoughtfully. "Try a patterned one, you look too dull otherwise."

"I thought dull was the point. I need to remain inconspicuous." I raised an eyebrow but nonetheless kept still as slender fingers lifted my collar and replaced the white cloth at my throat with one of crimson paisley.

"Too much monochrome draws attention just as much as something garish." I didn't reply, knowing better than to argue, focusing instead on the stray strands of chestnut hair falling out of his hood. "Would you like some tea before you leave? A crate from Newgate just arrived."

"It's tempting, but no," I declined sadly. The Tortoise Lord was renowned for many things; coverups, backstabbing, blackmail... But most importantly, his proclivity for tea. "I wouldn't want to be late."

"Hmm, perhaps a cup upon your return while we discuss your findings." He suggested.

"That would be agreeable." I coughed quietly in an attempt to dislodge the nerves from my throat.

"Best of luck, Y/N." He bid me, a rare smile tugging at the visible corner of his lips, trademark puckered scar lifting with the action. I saw my need to be present satiated and departed with a terse grin.