𝕄ℂ𝕐𝕋 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

𝕄𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕠 𝕁𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕠 ~ 𝔸𝕤 𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕊𝕠 𝔹𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕨 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚

Shoutout to everyone in England suffering in the heatwave, remember to stay hydrated.

Also apologies cause this one is kinda dialogue heavy, but people said they loved the interactions in the last part, so here we go.

MCYT: FallenLondon!Mumbo Jumbo

SMP or AU: Fallen London AU, once again, setting credits to iamsolarflare and thanezain's ao3 story: The Incredible Case of the Body Swapping Serial Killer

Type: Starts off kinda wholesome, turns to mild angst

Pronouns: They/Them

Notes: Y/N = Your Name. Just another bit of AU info: in the original fic the characters use phrases not around in the Victorian era but are always called out as the phrases not being used till the future, I didn't really know what that was about, but implemented it anyway

Premise: Part two to the last oneshot. Mumbo gets his tea date, but a pesky friend gets in the way.

Trigger warnings: Swearing, Grian is a little bitch, violence, Mumbo can't flirt for shit but the reader is kinda into it

Y/N's POV

"Intriguing, and most concerning," I sat politely with my hands clasped in my lap, letting the other occupant of the room muse over my words. "It certainly is harrowing for a honey-dealer to be conspiring with the likes of the Vexation." The Tortoise Lord added sharply.

"Yes, it is certainly a strange pairing of associates." I confirmed with an inclination of the head.

"Excellent work, as ever," Xisuma lifted a delicate china teapot and tipped the spout into an ornate cup. "I trust everything went off without a hitch?" A low chuckle formed in my throat.

"I only needed to kill two people, and not permanently," I noticed the brunette's eyebrow arch critically, his face for once, not hidden by a heavy hood. "Yes, I know, observation only, but when have I ever achieved a good quality of information without transgressing my job description?"

"I suppose I can let it slide. You said only two casualties?" He moved on.

"Only two by my hand, I had help." I elaborated with a grin.

"From who?"

"Friends of yours," I informed X with a wry smile. "Some raucous detective and his companion, if I recall."

"Ah, so you've met Grian and Mumbo." The Tortoise Lord nodded to himself, offering me a teacup that I took carefully from his hand. "What did you make of them?"

"Grian didn't seem too keen on my presence, but I must say, his writer is quite the charmer." He seemed unconvinced at this statement, squinting as though my thought was wrong. In a classical sense, I suppose, Mumbo was far too anxious and untimely to be considered any degree of charming, but his endearing nerves and somewhat striking appearance appealed to me. "Speaking of which, I shall need their address so I might leave a calling card."

"A calling card?" My boss asked sharply, eyes narrowed with an inkling of knowing amusement.

"You know how things are, the pair had a personal interest in Mr Goodtimes so I took it upon myself to try and gather some extra information through..." I trailed off thoughtfully. "How does one say it? Ah, fraternising."

"So you, as you say, fraternised with Mr Jumbo, and now you are to leave him a calling card? Correct me if I am wrong, but am I to assume the implication that this leaves?" Xisuma inquired, lavender irises locked onto me with almost paternal intensity.