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On the benefits of Eavesdropping...

Rating: E for Everyone Relationships: Yoosung/Jumin, Yoosung/Seven Wordcount: 4632 Summary: Yoosung lives a charmed life as Jumin Han's assistant by Day, and the Choi Twins' roommate by night. That is, until he eavesdrops on a certain conversation... Author's Notes: This fic is a gift for CopySpaghetti, thanks for participating in Fandom Trumps Hate 2025!!

“Sevennn! Again?” Yoosung pouted as his kart racer sped over the finish line at number two.

“Of course, I have to get those gold stars! I only get all three if I win every race in a cup.” Seven said, and Yoosung laughed as the ginger leaned over and bumped into his shoulder.

The usual banter and gaming was exactly what he needed after a long day of work for his confusing, demanding, yet surprisingly reasonable boss: Jumin. The man had come a long way from the overbearing boss that drove Jaehee to quit and start a cafe with MC, but even with what felt like an entire fleet of assistants answering to him, sometimes the work still felt overwhelming. When he took the job he’d started calling Jaehee a few times a week just to check in - usually he got to hear something sappy that MC did for her, but often she’d ask him questions about his work, and he could tell she was making sure that Jumin was treating him right.

Normally this time of night would see him complaining and packing up to go home, but he was home. He’d moved in to live with Seven and Saeran, not in Seven’s bunker but in a little house just outside of downtown. Seven wanted something less stressful than a bunker for his brother, and now that he was no longer working for the agency, he said there was no need to hide so thoroughly anymore. There had been a spare room, and it was cheaper than trying to find an apartment for himself after college. Sure, it was a bit of a train ride to work in the morning, but that gave him time to play his phone games before he needed to put on his reliable work face and stop thinking about games all day.

Yoosung was so distracted thinking about how he ended up here, he forgot to start the next course with a boost. He was going to get second again, he just knew it.

Yoosung knew he should have gone to bed. He could feel himself dozing off when it wasn’t his turn, but he wanted to stay up gaming with Seven. At some point, he stopped trying to stay awake, and heard a chuckle that almost roused him, then felt himself being lifted by strong, capable arms.

“Let’s get you to bed, sleepiest assistant.” Seven’s soft voice said above his head.

Ah. Seven decided to carry me to bed. He thought groggily, and snuggled into the chest he was leaned against. Soft.

Eventually, he heard soft rustling before he felt himself set carefully down in a bed - likely his own. Groggily, he thought he should thank Seven for being so kind, but he couldn’t get himself to move. Then he felt an odd feeling, soft and warm against his forehead, before Seven spoke again.

“Goodnight, Yoosung. Sweet dreams.”

The last thought he had before sleep claimed him was that he was pretty sure Seven had kissed his forehead.

Breakfast in the kitchen was the same as it always was. Yoosung didn’t want to admit to having been awake to notice Seven’s goodnight kiss to the forehead, but Seven also wasn’t saying anything at all about it. And so, apparently they were pretending nothing happened. Yoosung found himself wondering how many times Seven had kissed him goodnight. This wasn’t the first time he’d been carried to bed after gaming too long. Gaming, though…

“Maybe I should just stay home and game today.” Yoosung said into the companionable silence that had fallen over the kitchen.

“Ooh, we could play a whole campaign of something…” Seven said with a grin. “Maybe some co-op Olden Circle?”

“I heard the convenience store down the street just got a new batch of Honey Buddha chips in.” Yoosung said, getting more and more into the idea by the moment.

Seven was manic. “You know I always have PhD pepper ready for a marathon gaming session…” then he paused, and his face fell. “Wait, I have an important client coming by today, I really can’t miss them.”

Yoosung pouted, but considered his day for a moment. “Oh, yeah. Jumin has a long meeting planned over lunch that he actually wants me to attend. It’d be really bad if I missed that. At least the fact that it’s over lunch hour means that I might get to actually eat something. Or not, but Jumin’s been pretty good about making sure I have what I need so that I can properly take my breaks during the day.”

Seven grinned. “My baby’s sacrifice was worth something, if it means that your work life is healthier than Jaehee’s.”

“I still can’t believe Jumin crashed your car.” Yoosung shook his head. “Unbelievable.”

“If it weren’t for the wrecked baby, I wouldn’t believe it either. I’m just glad he came out of that unscathed. Imagine if he’d taken the Kimborghini instead of the street racer with the embedded roll cage?”

“I’d prefer not to imagine, thanks.” Yoosung said, and then looked at his watch. “Ah, shoot. Time to go.”

“Have a good day.” Saeran said from where he’d been sitting quietly at the counter, and Yoosung startled but waved. It wasn’t often that Seven’s snarky twin bothered to address him with words, but it’d been happening more and more often lately.

"Yes, absolutely, ma’am. Your appointment is scheduled with Director Han for Thursday the 12th at 2pm.” He chuckled at the cheerful voice on the other end of the line. “No, thank you .”

He set the handset down and looked up, startled to see Jumin standing in front of his desk. He held up a hand, finishing finalizing the meeting he’d just finished scheduling so that it would propagate properly through the system to the other assistants before addressing the man himself.

“What can I do for you, Director Han?”

Yoosung never allowed himself to be short on etiquette at the office. He was always conscious that he’d gotten this position because he was friends with Jumin outside of work, and he didn’t want to be considered a nepotism hire, regardless of his lack of relation.

“Lunch is set up, whenever you are ready.”

Yoosung blanched and looked at the time. “Is it that time already? Oh, I don’t know how I let the time get away from me.”

Jumin reached out a hand to forestall the anxiety spiral that was forthcoming.

“Please do not be anxious on my account, Mr. Kim. Everything is ready early, so I came to retrieve you. You are not late.”

Yoosung relaxed, and smiled. First crack at whatever the lunch option was? He really couldn’t argue with that.

Lunch was, of course… not in any fashion what he was expecting.

“What is this?” He asked, looking over the table set for two in Jumin’s office, and the extravagant lunch laid out in front of him. “I thought there was a meeting.”

“Lunch.” Jumin said simply. “For the two of us.”

“Just… the two of us?”

Jumin smiled, that warm, kind smile that he usually saved for Elizabeth the 3rd.

Yoosung’s mind went all over the place. it wasn’t his birthday, and it was also not Jumin’s birthday, but then they hadn’t signed any new contracts, nor had they acquired any new companies. He shook off the confusion and settled himself in the chair Jumin was holding out for him. He had prepared himself to need to drink a glass of wine to be properly social for this, but instead of wine, in front of him sat a water glass filled with red grapefruit soda - his favorite.

“Whoa, Ruby Red Spritz? Jumin, this is incredibly thoughtful of you!”

“I know you are not a fan of wine, so I had them procure your favorite soft drink instead.”

Jumin lifted a matching glass of the lurid red beverage for a toast. “To good relationships.” He said, and Yoosung hurried to clink glasses with him.

The food laid out in front of him was a lavish steak meal, complete with golden mashed potatoes and asparagus. Yoosung couldn’t believe his luck in being allowed to eat something like this for his work lunch, usually he was lucky if he managed to eat a sandwich in-between his obligations. On impulse, he took a picture of the meal and sent it to Jaehee and MC, probably the only people he knew who would truly appreciate the lengths Jumin had gone to for this lunch.

Over the course of the meal, his mind wandered all over the place. Had Jumin finally come to realize just how much work his assistants did? Or, perhaps, was the company facing an apocalypse and this was Jumin’s way of preparing him for such an outcome? This could potentially be a bribe for something. Was he going to be expected to work more in the near future, or…?

He kept sneaking looks at Jumin to try and figure out if this was a joke or something, which kept him from enjoying the steak as much as he could have otherwise. The whole time, Jumin just looked like the happiest man on the entire planet. As though being there with Yoosung and having an extravagant lunch was everything he’d ever wanted in life. The only time he’d ever seen the man look that content was curled up with his precious cat, and trying to figure out what was going on in Jumin’s head, well, that was above his pay grade.

Yoosung stretched, and tapped to shut down his computer. He glanced at his phone and realized that he was going to be late to dinner. Mr. Han had been gone for some time now, but because lunch had run long, he’d decided to stay late and get a few more things done. One thing had led to another, and he’d gotten a lot done, but he was sure he’d hear about it from the twins — well, from Seven — when he got home.

As he slipped on his coat and headed out to the train, he dialed the only person who knew his boss better than he did.

“This is Jaehee.” “Hi Jaehee, it’s Yoosung! Do you have time to talk?” “Of course. Is Jumin driving you insane yet?” “I… uh… that’s why I called actually.” Yoosung explained the lunch he’d had with Jumin, and the way that it made him feel, and the fact that Jumin just seemed happy throughout, in a way that he really hadn’t seen him unless Elizabeth the 3rd was involved, and how confused he was overall. Jaehee hummed, thinking, before she responded. "I think he’s probably trying to apologize for overworking you.” Jaehee said candidly. “I’m not overworked, though.” Yoosung argued. “I feel perfectly in control of all of my duties, and I go home on time every night.” Except tonight, when Jumin had been being… whatever that was. Jaehee cleared her throat. “This is on time? ” Yoosung chuckled. “Okay, most nights. Tonight is different because lunch ran long and I got too caught up in my feelings to work efficiently. That’s why I called.” In the background behind Jaehee, Yoosung could hear MC piping up. She must have had him on speaker-phone “Hey, Yoosung. The lunch sounded super romantic. Are you sure it wasn’t meant to be a date?”

Yoosung sputtered. A date ? With his boss ? He supposed it wasn’t against the company rules to date, not even to date your direct superior, as long as you didn’t let it affect the business. But shouldn’t he know if it was supposed to be a date? And what would he do if it was actually a date? How did he feel about Jumin?

Yoosung finished the call with Jaehee and MC feeling even more confused than when he’d called them. MC’s determination that Jumin meant more than just to treat him to a nice lunch had him spinning, and it wasn’t until he was taking his shoes off at the door that he realized that he hadn’t told the twins he was on his way home from work the way he usually did.

He managed to get two steps toward the living room where he heard voices before he realized that Seven was having an animated discussion with Jumin . He quickly stepped back around the corner into the entry way so that he could hear what they were talking about without interrupting them.

“It is an impossible situation, Luciel.” Jumin’s voice was low. He sounded frustrated. “While the company as a policy does not frown upon workplace relationships, I do not wish to seem as though I am only trying to follow in my father’s footsteps, at least in regard to relationships. I do not want to push him to leave, or god help me, Unionize.”

“Listen, Jumin. I get it. I understand how hard it is. It’s hard for me to. All I want to do is flirt with the boy and make his life the best, most fun it could possibly be. He’s my best friend. But what if he doesn’t take to it? What if he doesn’t share my interest? Then we have a problem, right? He’ll be awkward, and he’ll probably even want to move out. I can’t make him uncomfortable like that. I won’t.”

“I suppose, in the end, it will come down to what Yoosung wants.” Jumin said quietly. “At the end of the day, whatever we say, we will have to abide by who he chooses.”

“What if.” Seven said carefully. “What if we don’t ask him to choose?”

“That statement means nothing, Luciel.” Jumin scoffed. “He has to choose.”

“Does he? What if we shared him? What if he could love both of us, Jumin?”

There was a pause, and Yoosung held his breath. They were talking about him . They were talking about dating him. Yoosung made an exit from the entryway and went to his room as quickly and quietly as he could manage.

Yoosung didn’t know what to think. His best friend and his boss… were in love with him? No, that was too much. But they both definitely wanted to date him, and he didn’t at all know how to feel about that.

Seven was his best friend. Absolutely, without fail, the most important person that wasn’t part of his immediate family, and yet he was hesitant to consider taking a sidestep in their friendship to consider a different kind of relationship. It wasn’t that he was against it, the pleasant tingles he felt when Seven kissed his forehead told him that he was definitely on board for whatever that was, but what if something happened? Could he bear to lose his best friend if they didn’t work out as boyfriends?

He didn’t know what to think about Jumin, if he was being honest with himself (which he rarely was.) He knew from the manual that work relationships were allowed, as long as they did not impact the work of either party. He liked Jumin well enough, the man went out of his way to make sure that he was not having a bad time in the position the way that Jaehee had before she left. He just wasn’t expecting something like the lunch they’d had today, which in hindsight really did feel like a date. Jumin… was his boss, yes. But before they worked together they were friends in the RFA. Did he want to consider tainting the RFA interactions if something went wrong with Jumin?

And choosing one over the other… He knew he could never do that. Doing that would necessitate drama in the RFA chat, even if the man he didn’t choose promised to be civil about it, it would always be uncomfortable, and he wanted to be comfortable and happy in his relationships. That’s all that really mattered to him, in the end.

So then could he date both of them at the same time? What would that even look like? Would he be able to successfully continue working in that situation, or would it cause him too much stress and make him leave his job? He knew he’d never hear the end of it from his family, of course. And he had to be able to support himself, so… and.. Dating Seven might make Saeran uncomfortable with both of them in the house… that would be something that he needed to consider, and for that matter, spending the night together—

Yoosung’s spiralling thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. He stood and opened the door to admit Seven, who was carrying two mugs of hot chocolate.

“I brought cocoa.” Seven said, setting a mug on Yoosung’s side table before curling up in his desk chair like he owned the place. (Oh wait, he did.) “We should probably talk about some things, Mr. Eavesdropper.”

Yoosung blanched, and sputtered for a moment before responding with the appropriate meme. “I wasn’t droppin’ no eaves sir, honest!” And then, with a sigh, “I couldn’t help it, I was just taking off my shoes when I got home and I couldn’t help but overhear.”

“So you heard us arguing over you like petty children.” Seven said, sagging a little bit in his chair. “Listen, I understand if you want to move out, I know it’s a lot, but… I won’t blame you.”

Yoosung reached out and poked Seven in the forehead. “I’m not going anywhere, idiot.”

Seven looked up, confused. “But you…”

“Have no idea what I want to do.” Yoosung answered honestly. “But I know I don’t want to move out. And I don’t want to leave my job. But I also don’t want the RFA to be uncomfortable.”

“Are you against dating Jumin, then?” Seven asked, a little bit droopy.

“Not particularly. I’m not against dating either of you. Or… or both?” Yoosung said tentatively. “I just… never thought about dating a guy before, let alone two. How does dating two people even work? How do I keep from favoring one of you unintentionally? What if something happens and I don’t want to date anymore? Either, or both?”

“That’s a lot of questions.” Seven said, having perked up a little bit. “But the answers are all basically the same. We talk about it, obviously. A little like this, but when it includes Jumin we’d make sure to include him, too. My friend Tom says dating two people is like New Game Plus. The same as dating one person, but harder because you have to juggle your time better, and communicate a lot about everything.”

Yoosung nodded, taking a sip of his cocoa. “I think I’d like… to try dating you.”

Seven grinned, and threw a fist up into the air. “Yes!! Best news ever!” Then, he paused. “Just me? Or also Jumin?”

Yoosung blushed. “A-also Jumin.”

Seven grinned. “Good. But you’ll have to tell him yourself.”

The next morning, Yoosung dragged himself into work, feeling decidedly more like he’d rather go back to bed, or at least be playing video games rather than doing his assistant work for the day. As he was settling in at his desk, Jumin walked by his desk and set a coffee - from Honeybee Coffee Company no less (Thanks, Jaehee and MC!) - on his desk. He looked at it, and then up at Jumin who smiled warmly at him before disappearing into his office. Just as he was smiling warmly over his first sip of the simple mocha he preferred, his phone buzzed.

Jaehee > Yoosung: The heart was Jumin’s idea. MC > Yoosung: I told you so.

Yoosung blinked. Heart? He looked closer at his cup, and sure enough, it said “Yoosung ❤ ️”. Seven must have at least told Jumin that he wasn’t against the flirting… He should find a good time to tell Jumin how he felt. He opened the calendar, and sighed. Jumin’s schedule was booked solid for the rest of the week. He’d just have to hope for a cancellation.

As the day wound down and Yoosung still hadn’t had a chance to tell Jumin his feelings, who should stop at his desk but none other than his boss. Yoosung looked up from his work to where Jumin looked at him with a warm smile.

“Would you care for a ride home, Yoosung?” He offered, cool and calm as can be.

Yoosung spluttered. He’d noticed that he used his given name, and it shook him a little bit. It would be amazing to get a ride home and not spend an hour on the train, but… No, why was he complaining? This would be the perfect time to tell Jumin how he felt.

He took a deep breath and smiled, being as honest as he could while keeping his voice calm. “That would be lovely. I should be done here in the next fifteen minutes or so, if that doesn’t affect your evening’s schedule too much.”

Jumin nodded. “I will be in my office.”

Yoosung spent five of the next fifteen minutes finishing the last task on his to-do list. He then spent the remaining time compulsively organizing his desk while he fretted about talking to Jumin about his feelings. Theoretically, it should be painless to tell Jumin how he felt, and that he’d like to pursue a relationship. That would, however, assume that Seven wasn’t playing some sort of elaborate prank on him. It would be like Seven to do something that convoluted, but… No. He’d definitely overheard them talking about this in the kitchen. He could do this. It would be fine.

Steeling his resolve, Yoosung picked up his bag and went to tell Jumin he was ready to head home.

The car ride was as physically comfortable as Yoosung had thought it might be, and for a moment he was lulled into a sense of calm. He could definitely fall asleep back here, if he didn’t have something weighing so heavily on his mind.

“Jumin…” Yoosung started, nervous.

Jumin turned and held up a hand. “Luciel told me that the two of you talked yesterday, that you had overheard our conversation in the kitchen.”

“Oh. Y-yes, I…”

“It is alright that you’re not interested, Yoosung. This rejection will not affect your working status at all, I promise.”

“It’s not that!” Yoosung blurted, irritated. “Why do both of you assume that I couldn’t possibly feel the way you feel? I’m just nervous, okay?!”

His breath puffed hard out of his chest, and Yoosung forced himself to calm down. Jumin was just staring at him, eyes wide.

“S-sorry.” He stuttered. “Seven had the same reaction when I tried to bring it up, and I…”

Jumin reached out and set his hand where Yoosung could reach it, if he wanted to. Immediately Yoosung set his hand on top of Jumin’s and twined their fingers together. It felt… nice.

“I want to date you, Jumin. But you need to be patient with me. I’ve never had a girlfriend, let alone a boyfriend, or two boyfriends . I don’t know what I’m doing and I’m going to make a lot of mistakes and I just…”

Jumin shook his head. “You will be fine as long as you are being yourself, Yoosung. Luciel and I both fell for you. Not some nebulous perfect version of yourself that you wish you were, but the you sitting here in my vehicle.”

Yoosung blushed. “So… we’re boyfriends now?”

Jumin chuckled. “Yes.”

Three years later…

Friday, 4:55pm.

Yoosung looked at the clock and startled. Jumin would be here to pick him up in five minutes and his desk was a mess. He couldn’t just leave it like this for the whole weekend. He’d hate himself on Monday, and that was absolutely no way to start his week. Instead of hurrying and misfiling something important in his haste, he instead texted Jumin.

Yoosung > Jumin: I’m going to be late by a few minutes, I lost track of time. Jumin > Yoosung: I am running a few minutes behind myself, take your time love.

He smiled, looking at the message. It had been a long time now, and still he felt butterflies every time one of his partners used an endearment. He never thought he’d find the love of his life in the RFA, let alone two of them.

Even knowing Jumin wouldn’t be upset if he took too long, Yoosung found himself putting his desk and his files in order as fast as reasonably possible. He wanted to see Jumin as soon as he could. It may only be the ride home today, but every minute together was something he treasured.

This job, too, was thanks to the RFA and its ability to bring people together. He’d left his position at C&R, because while it wasn’t against the company policy, he was just too tempted to be unprofessional with Jumin during working hours. Instead, he’d started working as the Business Manager for Honeybee Coffee Company, freeing Jaehee up to focus on the coffee aspect, and freeing MC up to focus on everything else, but mainly Jaehee. Jaehee was an excellent boss, always giving him time off and flexible hours so that he could spend time doing the things he loved.

It took the approximately seven minutes he’d estimated to put his desk in order. Once that was complete, Yoosung slung his bag over his shoulder and locked up the office. By the time he got down the stairs and outside to the parking lot, Jumin’s car was just pulling up.

Yoosung waved at Driver Kim as he pulled open the door and slid in next to Jumin.

Jumin looked up from his embroidery to smile at Yoosung. “Productive day?”

Yoosung nodded and leaned over to kiss Jumin’s cheek once he was safely buckled up. “Got a lot done. Some exciting numbers, I’m sure Jaehee will want to tell you all about them next time you two get coffee.”

The ride home was a companionable silence, with Yoosung playing games on his phone and Jumin working away at his embroidery. When they arrived at the house that Yoosung shared with the twins, Jumin smiled at him. “We are still scheduled to spend tomorrow together, yes?”

Yoosung nodded excitedly. “I can’t wait to see what you have planned.”

Jumin’s eyes glimmered. “I am excited to share the day with you, my love. I am certain you will be impressed.”

Yoosung knew he would be. Jumin never let him down on their date plans, and he was certain his partner would do no less than an exceptional job with their anniversary.

“Well…” Yoosung dawdled. “I want to stay longer, but I should head inside. I’m sure Seven has something ridiculous planned for our anniversary.”

Jumin chuckled. “Go. I’d hate to get whining text messages from my metamour because I kept you too long. We’ll have all day tomorrow. Have a good night, love.”

Yoosung laughed and nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow Jumin! I love you!”

Jumin’s cheeks pinked as they always did when Yoosung said those words. “I love you too, Yoosung.” He said quietly, and Yoosung grinned as he shut the door and made his way into the house.

Seven was, as predicted, waiting for him just inside the door, and scooped him up into a hug even before he could get his shoes off and set his bag down.

“Hi Seven.” Yoosung said, laughing.

“Happy anniversary!!!!” Seven crowed, setting Yoosung back on his feet. “Saeran is off for movie night at Jaehee & MC’s, so it’s just us tonight. I ordered pizza, and have everything set up for gaming. Let’s stay up all night.”

Yoosung grinned and followed Seven into the living room. “I’d love to.”

This was his life now, and he loved every minute of it.

#mystic messenger #mysme #yoosung kim #jumin han #707 #fandom trumps hate #fth #fandom trumps hate 2025 #fth 2025

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bluejay-writes · 3 months ago

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Bidding is live, friends. :3 Make me write about your OCs, I dare you.

Ever wanted me to write just for you?

Well! This year I have an auction up on Fandom Trumps Hate!

Check it out, and as soon as bidding opens, you can bid on my one and only auction for me to write you a fic about Mystic Messenger, Obey Me, or Sk8 the Infinity. Check it out, check the other auctions out, get out that pen, and bid for charity. I'll be waiting. <3

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bluejay-writes · 3 months ago

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Ever wanted me to write just for you?

Well! This year I have an auction up on Fandom Trumps Hate!

#fandom trumps hate #fth #mystic messenger #obey me swd #sk8 the infinity

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bluejay-writes · 4 months ago

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Creator Sign-Ups Are Open!!!

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bluejay-writes · 4 months ago

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I'd like to propose a new writing/book game - Go Fish.

Here's how it works- you think of a trait/facet you'd like to see in a character. You message the writer whose Reblogged this something like "Do you have any characters who ______" and they answer yes, and the characters name. Authors can use a cut for spoiler versions, obviously.

If they don't, they answer "go fish".

We need more writing games that are suitable for ensemble casts or just large casts.

#let's play this fun game

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bluejay-writes · 4 months ago

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Hey 👋

So, follow up of my previous ask (Sorry if I’m being a bother I’m just curious about this universe you have created)

Since Michael is the “Voice of God” what does that exactly entail? Like, does he speak for God? Or is God the one truly in charge and Michael is a servant for the Lord, like how the other angels seem to be servants to him.

Also, does God know if Michael’s behavior? Does he approve of it? Or is he the reason for the behavior Michael displays?

Similarly, what about Raphael and Gabriel? Gabriel is a Messenger, is that a job similar to what the god Hermes does? And Raphael, it was mentioned that he was “on shift / guard” a couple times, curious about what his job to God is

By the way, I’m SO SORRY about all these asks 😭 I don’t want to be a bother or a nuisance with these questions, just curious about this world you have

Hey Again! 👋 You don't ever need to feel sorry about asking questions about my writing, I'm totally here for it! Especially with the Celestial Realm, since I've had to write most of it from whole cloth since canon gives me nothing. (I've tried to respond to this ask a couple times but Tumblr hates me, so if something's missing or garbled I'm so sorry.) Michael's title basically means he's the one in charge of the Celestial Realm. I'm intentionally leaving it vague as to whether God even says anything or frankly exists. He's on par with Diavolo as far as control over their realm goes - God interferes about as much as the Demon Lord does in the Devildom, if that makes sense.

Gabriel's job has been modernized a bit. Yeah, he delivers messages, but in this universe he's very much the one angel who knows what they're doing with technology and keeps the entire Celestial Realm's tech running, mostly single-handedly. He's very tired. Please give the poor angel a break… (No, I shan't.)

Raphael's job is generally to do whatever Michael tells him to - Michael has him do most of the punishment detail if an angel steps out of line. (Imagine the trauma that causes.) In the case of being on shift/guard, it's basically watching the entrances to the Celestial Realm so no one unwanted enters. The Celestial War may long be over, but they still act like it's ongoing.

#please work this time tumblr I don't want to write this again #devils in the details #heaven is a misnomer #omswd #om michael #om raphael

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bluejay-writes · 4 months ago

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Adventure Awaits!

Rating: E for Everyone

Relationships: Saeran/OC (hinted), 707 & OC

Wordcount: 3773

Summary: Nell works at an ice cream shop, where a mysterious ginger shops for ice cream for his brother.

Nell sighed happily, slipping the last of the new trays of ice cream into the front freezer. Today was going to be a good day, she could just feel it. They’d only been open about two hours and already they’d had more business than they had the last time she was in. She didn’t know which of the new marketing gimmicks her boss was trying was what was bringing people in, but she wasn’t going to complain.

The bell above the door jingled and she looked up to see a guy with bright red hair and glasses that looked like they were made out of police tape.

“Hi, welcome to the Screamery!” She chirped. “Would you like a monster milkshake?”

He looked at her and laughed, and she blushed. “Sorry, sorry! That was just so adorable! I’m so glad I decided to come in here!”

“Oh, is this your first time?”

“Are you just asking me that?” His eyebrows waggled and Nell thought she might die. Stop flirting, cute boy, I’m on the clock!

“Yes.” She said plainly. “What can I get started for you, by the way?”

He looked at things, and then grinned. “A waffle cone of the Bride of Chocolatestein - Is that white fudge swirl as good as it looks because it looks amazing - and a pint of the Strawberry.”

“Did you want the waffle cone plain? I can also do chocolate or white dipped, with or without sprinkles.” Nell said, while she packed the pint as full of strawberry as she possibly could. They didn’t short anyone. Ever. That was one of the reasons she loved working here. That and the policy that if a kid dropped their ice cream they got more, no charge. She loved that one too.

His eyes lit up. “Chocolate with sprinkles, please.” He said it in the most solemn tone, she just couldn’t help but absolutely load the thing with sprinkles once she’d dipped it.

She scooped the cone and then looked at it in shock.

“What is it?” He asked. “Big ol spider in my ice cream?”

“No, no, nothing so cool as that.” She said. “It just… this is the ideal cone.” She turned it to face him, and the fudge ribbon through the near-black chocolate ice cream looked like the traditional stripe through the Bride of Frankenstein’s hair.

“Whoa.” He said intelligently.

“You wouldn’t let me snap a picture of you with your cone, would you?” She put on her best puppy-dog eyes, and he looked torn.

“How about I take one of you with it with your phone?” He offered as a compromise.

Nell shrugged and nodded, unlocking her phone and pulling up the camera before sliding it across the counter. He took a few so she could pick her favorite, all the while she smiled like an idiot with the ice cream. They traded - her phone for his cone and the strawberry pint in the little paper bag. He paid with a tap card, so she didn’t even get to look at his wallet name before he waved and headed out.

Another day, another run on a flavor she wasn’t expecting to sell quite that well. Nell put up the sold-out magnet next to Strawberry on their “Basic Binge” flavor list. She turned at the bell, only to see the redhead from last week bound in again.

“Hey! If it isn’t my perfect cone friend! Hi!”

“Hi.... Nell!” He said, reading her nametag and finishing his sentence with a wink. “You can call me Seven, if you want. Also if you don’t want, you can keep thinking of me as your perfect cone friend, that’s also fine.”

“Seven, huh? Did you eat nine?”

“I did not! That is slander, I will have you know.”

Nell nodded solemnly. “I believe you. More Bride of Chocolatestein today?” He shook his head. “I need to drive so I was thinking I might actually get one of your monster shakes today. And a pint of Strawberry.”

Nell winced. “Shake I can do…. but we’re out of Strawberry, alas.”

“Oh! A grave wound has been dealt to.... well, not me. Hm. What else would he like...” He looked over the flavors and smiled. “Wow, you have Cherry Without Chocolate.”

“We do.” Nell said. “Cherries and Chocolate have been in an arranged marriage for far too long, if you ask me. It’s about time she got to be a bachelorette!”

He laughed, waved at the tin. “A pint of bachelorette number one for me, please, and… Hm. Curious George’s Ghost Shake. Does the cinnamon make a difference?”

“It does. Something about cinnamon and marshmallow are just a killer combination. You’ll have to tell me what you think next time.” She smiled at him, hoping there would be a next time. She liked the ridiculous nature of their conversations. Sure, sure, there had only been two, but he felt like a friend already. Maybe it was that grin.

Seven, her perfect cone friend, took his shake and his pint of Cherry Without Chocolate and headed out the door. Nell found herself sad to see him go already. At least she had a name to put with the face now.

Seeing him again reminded Nell to post that perfect cone picture to the shop’s social media. Her shots never got a lot of engagement (she wasn’t a model or anything, after all!) but it really was a perfect cone. She couldn’t have done better if she tried.

“Nell, come look at this!” Her boss called from the office, and she slipped in to see what he needed.

“What is it?”

“That selfie you posted with the Bride of Chocolatestein has like 30,000 likes.”

“What.”

“Yeah. Good job! Keep it up.”

“Yeah that’s a once in a life time number, boss.”

“Pfft. You’re just underselling yourself.”

“Mn.” Nell said noncommittally, and was saved, in fact, by the bell.

The bell over the door, that is, which jingled announcing a customer had arrived. Nell bounced out to the front to help customers, and get the heck out of that conversation.

A few days later, the redhead wandered in again, and this time he looked tired. “How did you like Cherry Without Chocolate?”

“He liked it.”

“So another pint of that, or back to Strawberry? I’ve got both.”

“Actually… something ‘with bits in it’.”

“What about Loch Ness? It’s a matcha mint chip.” Nell was proud of this one. It was very green with the green tea, but also incredibly minty with Andes Mint Chocolate chips.

He shook his head. “No mint for him. Maybe for me next time.”

“Okay… Hm. Chocolate chip Cookie dough?”

“Yeah, let’s try that. A pint of that.”

“And am I getting anything for you, dear?” The endearment came out of her mouth unbidden, and she blushed and immediately apologized. “Sorry, that was a little much huh?”

Despite the blush on the ginger’s face, he just laughed. “No, it’s fine. I think I’d like to do a pint of the butter pecan.”

“Oh, simple flavors today.”

“Yeah, I’m not going to be able to eat it right away, so I may as well pick something he might share with me.”

Nell smiled and packed the pints.

Over the next few weeks, Nell’s favorite customer didn’t return. Yeah, that endearment was too much. Damn my western sensibilities.

She spent the extra angst-laden energy making more posts to her social media. Of course the posts she made got almost no interaction. As usual. She’d told the boss that, but it never really seemed to matter. In a fit of silliness, she took a picture of herself with her newest creation, Mothman’s Nightcap. It was a swirled flavor of merlot cherry and black chocolate with a whiskey caramel ribbon throughout. It was such a gorgeous black and red and it went so well with the 50s-style outfit she’d chosen for today. (She liked her sort of 50s-style because she could put her long long hair up in a ponytail. No victory rolls required.)

Usually, Nell avoided putting pictures of herself up. But she made an exception, because the selfie looked too cute.

The next day was busier than usual, and on impulse Nell checked social media, and sure enough the photo of her with the tray of Mothman’s Nightcap had five digits of likes. She knew what was coming from her boss before she even heard him enter the room.

“Nell, I want you to take a selfie with every new flavor, and if we don’t have a special that day, feature a basic binge flavor you haven’t done yet.”

That meant she was going to have to dress to impress every day, as well. Not that she didn’t enjoy looking cute, but sometimes she just couldn’t bring herself to care.

Her posts continued to do too well, every day, and the shop got busier and busier. It was exactly what they hoped for, and Nell was able to quit her other job and work full time developing flavors and serving ice cream to the masses at the Screamery. A dream come true, some might say.

The next Monday, Nell hadn’t had time to develop a new flavor, so she took a cute, casual selfie with the fresh tray of Strawberry ice cream, and captioned the post “Strawberry may be one of our Basic Binge flavors, but she’s a gateway to adventure.”

She was giggling over the post when the bell rang to tattle on a customer’s arrival.

Nell looked up and grinned. It was her favorite customer.

“You’re back from the dead!” She said on impulse. It had been almost three months since he’d been in, and she’d already started to mourn their unlikely clerk/patron bond.

“Yeah.” He smiled ruefully. “Been a bit busy with… things.”

“I was sure I scared you off by being too informal. I can’t promise it won’t happen again.”

“No, no. It wasn’t you, I promise. It’s been nice to see your adorable face on the internet lately, though. Anything special today?”

Nell blinked. Adorable? “N-no, nothing special today, alas. I could recommend something for your mysterious recipient, though, if you’d like? I’ve had… ideas.”

“Aw, okay. And please do! He actually really liked the butter pecan.”

“Oh, great! I was going to suggest pistachio, and since he liked the nuts, that’s probably a perfect one next.” Seven nodded, and Nell scooped up a pint of that while she continued chattering. “I may not have any fancy special new flavor today, but I can offer you my favorite, if you’re in the mood for something interesting.” She gestured to the grapefruit sorbet. “It’s wicked tart, but also sweet, and I just love it so much you know?”

“Well, you’ve never steered me wrong before, and I do love a good citrus…” He paused. “Do you do samples?”

“Sometimes.” She winked at him, and grabbed one of the tiny gelato spoons to share her favorite with him.

After a moment to think about it, Seven grinned. “You know what would make this ridiculous? Pop Rocks.”

Nell paused. “Fizzing candy would be a fun topping. I don’t think I could mix it in without it, uh.. popping.”

“I’m sure there’s some food safe coating you could add….. I’m gonna do some science and get back to you.”

True to his word, Seven appeared the next day with a bowl of coated fizzing candy and an official FDA whitelist paper on the food-safe chemicals, and a list of vendors that sold the coating and pre-coated fizzy candy.

“Wow.” Nell said, stunned. “I can’t really use the ones you brought for customers, but…”

“But you could mix it into just mine if I gave you permission and you washed the mixer after?” Seven said, eyes big with hope.

“I could.” Nell hedged. “In the grapefruit again? And is this for you, or for your mystery man?”

“Oh no, please don’t put it like that he’s my brother.”

Nell snorted, and slapped her hand over her face. “Sorry, sorry! You’ve just only ever referred to him with pronouns so I didn’t know what else to call him.”

Seven shook his head, laughing. “It’s fine, it’s fine. But for me. I don’t think he would enjoy the fizzy. Grapefruit is good!”

Nell made the mix for Seven, and he went on his way with that, a giant smile, and another pint of the pistachio which apparently went over so well it was gone already even though it’d only been one night.

After she made sure no one else was about to walk in, Nell walked back to her boss’ office to talk about new mix-ins, armed with everything she’d need. The vendor list even included a few they already used for different things, like he somehow knew their vendors…

“Is this your design process?” Seven asked, startling Nell so hard her pen flew out of her hand, and he reached out and caught it before it made a tragic tumble into the ice creams.

“Seven! You scared me! When did you get here?” And where did you get those reflexes?

“About two minutes ago, I perused the flavors but you still didn’t look up, so I thought I should say something.”

“I have something new for you today, though if I’m being honest I kindof hoped you’d come tomorrow because I’m designing something just for your brother but I’m not quite there yet.”

“You’re making something… for my brother?”

“Well I made something for you, too, don’t gloss over that!” Nell said with a laugh, but Seven looked so touched, she wasn’t sure how to take it.

“I wonder…” He stopped to think for a moment and she let him, turning to get out the tray with her most recent flavor - Sparkling Strawberry Lemonade. She set it carefully into the freezer behind the “New!” label. It was a lemon sorbet with a strawberry swirl and strawberry popping candy.

When she turned back, Seven had a mischievous look on his face, and Nell braced herself. “What is it, Seven?”

“Are you going to be debuting that flavor tomorrow? Because… I might be able to convince my brother to leave the house just for that.”

The way he made it sound, his brother was homebound. Encouraging this seemed like the right move, even though encouraging Seven seemed questionable in general.

“I’ll wait for you to come in, then.” Nell said, smiling.

Seven grinned. “Is that for me?” he pointed at the new flavor, and Nell nodded.

“I got the sparkling candy to work. I hope you like Strawberry as much as your brother does…”

The next day dawned and Nell practically launched out of bed. She was meeting someone she’d literally dreamed about. Well, if Seven could get him to leave the house. Everything had to be perfect. She put on her favorite black-and-white 50s dress, pulled her hair up into a high pony styled with a bow, and did her makeup with a steady hand. She wasn’t nervous, no. This was what she did best. She just wanted to make sure to give this guy the best experience he’d ever had at an ice cream shop so that he’d be sure to come back and try all of the flavors he hadn’t gotten through yet. Oh, who was she kidding? She was smitten with the idea of Seven’s brother. She just hoped he wasn’t like, twelve years old or something.

Nell practically bounced into work, surprising her boss.

“Someone’s chipper today. Is it about that new flavor with the 500 signs not to touch it?”

Nell blushed. “It is! The person who inspired the flavor might actually come in for the first time today and I’m so excited to meet him.”

“How did you make a flavor for him without ever meeting him? Is this some kind of internet boyfriend, Nell?” The boss was dubious.

“No!” Nell was never going to live it down if the boss thought that. “His brother comes and gets ice cream for him somewhat regularly, and I was inspired by his flavor journey. All I know is that he’s Seven’s brother.”

“And Seven’s the excitable ginger you get to take photos for you when he’s in?”

“That’s the one.” Nell nodded, the normalcy of their conversation finally letting the blush fall off her cheeks.

“Well, if you were looking to impress maybe you should have worn heels instead of your boots?” The boss said with a smirk, and Nell just laughed. The boss loved to tease about her penchant for combat boots over any other kind of shoe, even when she was dolled up.

“Comfort over Style, boss. We both want me working this counter all day every day, and I’m not doing it while killing myself, not even for fashion.”

The morning hours were always slow, but that gave Nell time to clean the glass, and make sure she had backups for all of her flavors in the front freezers, and any number of other things. She’d just finished getting the last of the ice creams from the back freezer when the door chimed.

“Be with you in just a moment!” She said cheerfully while she settled Bride of Chocolatestein and Pavarotti in next to the Butter Pecan.

“Take your time, Boss Lady!” Seven’s voice chirped, and Nell spun on her heel, excitedly.

“Seven!” She greeted him brightly, but her attention was stolen by the slightly-smaller doppelganger of her favorite customer standing with him. He had the same bright ginger hair, though his seemed to tame itself better, and piercing but sad mint-green eyes. They weren’t just brothers. They were twins. She grinned even brighter. “You brought me a new friend today!”

Seven smirked, and nudged his brother. “Saeran, this is Nell, your ice cream princess.”

Saeran blushed bright red. “You weren’t supposed to tell her that. Ugh, I should have killed you.”

“Princess, hm? Well, maybe the gift I have for you will raise me up to Queen.” She played along, but didn’t tease Saeran. If she was his princess, well, that was just a title she’d have to do her best to live into.

“I didn’t tell him.” Seven said with a smirk. “I just convinced him it’d be worth his while to join me this time.”

Nell blinked. “Seriously, Seven? You let it be a surprise? You are one crazy little gremlin.” She turned and took out the tray with her perfect new flavor in it, and settled it into the ‘Featured Flavor’ freezer spot. “Alright then, Saeran. I created this just for you. I like to call it Adventure Awaits!”

Saeran’s eyes were glued to the ice cream. It was a swirl of dark pink and green, with a ripple of white running through it. “What is it?”

“It’s a black cherry version of Cherry without Chocolate, swirled with an extra-nutty pistachio, and a marshmallow ripple.”

His eyes lit up, and his grin got bigger with every word. He looked at her over the top of the case, and blurted out, “Marry me.”

Nell just laughed and shook her head. “How about I give you a dish and you can decide if it’s really worth all of that devotion.”

He nodded, completely unphased that she deflected his exaggerated marriage proposal. “Can I have a cone?” He looked at her display of options. “Waffle, white dipped with sprinkles?”

“Of course! Anything for my muse!” She blushed even as she said it. She wasn’t lying, but it was still a lot. She dipped the cone, loaded it with sprinkles like she did for Seven, and then scooped two beautiful scoops of adventure. She held it out to him and almost fumbled it when the sound of a fake phone camera shutter went off.

Saeran turned and looked at Seven who was grinning, holding her phone as he’d just taken a photo of them. “Brother, I am going to end you.”

Seven was unrepentant. “But it’s a perfect picture. What do you think, Nell?” He handed her phone back and she couldn’t argue. It was an amazing photo. But how had he gotten her phone out of her pocket without her noticing?

“Wow. Saeran, you really look stunning in this photo.” Nell sighed regretfully. “It’d look really good on our social media.”

“So use it.” Saeran said. “It’s okay if I’m in it….”

“Really, brother?” Seven said, startled.

“Green eyes.” He said quietly. “He won’t look twice.”

Nell didn’t know what that was about but she set up the post to announce the new flavor, and showed it to Saeran. “This okay?”

“Of course, Princess.” He said, staring at his ice cream.

The bell above the door jingled signaling new customers, and Nell turned back to the brothers.

“Oh my god, go eat that before it melts, Saeran. Seven, what can I get you?”

“Loch Ness, please.” He said with a grin. “Just a dish though.”

Nell dished up his ice cream and handed it over, grinning as the two of them wandered over to a window seat, chatting animatedly.

Nell had intended to serve the customers who came in and then go visit with Seven and Saeran while there was a lull, but there was never a lull. It was almost as though they were having a promotion day or something.

Adventure Awaits! was sold out in half an hour, all except the pint she’d set aside earlier, much to the disappointment of many customers, who settled for their other fantastic flavors, at least.

Once there was finally a lull, the twins came back up to the counter, and Saeran slipped her a note. She glanced at it. Saeran Choi. 02-3… That’s his phone number.

She looked back up and they were just about out the door.

“Wait! Just a second!” She called, and grabbed the pint of Adventure Awaits from the freezer and ran it out to them. “A gift. I hope you enjoyed it enough for seconds.”

Saeran looked down at it, and back at her, cheeks pink.

“Yeah.” was all he said, his eyes glued to the post it note stuck to the top that had her name, number, and a few hearts drawn on it.

Nell waved goodbye and went back to working, smiling brightly at every customer for the rest of what turned into a very long day.

After her shift, her phone showed her two very important things;

The post with the photo Seven had taken earlier had over 100,000 likes which explained her busy day, and she had a text message…

Saeran Choi >> Nell: Want to grab coffee sometime, princess?

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger fanfic #mysmes #saeran x mc #ice cream shop

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Hey 👋

How does Michael act in your eyes? Is he a character that has a backstory that explains his behavior? I feel like either he’s the major antagonist, or someone that could have an insane character arc

Just want to know :p

Also! What does he look like? I feel like I didn’t fully understand his visuals besides blue eyes and a suit (No hate! Just curious) :)

Hey! 👋

Michael has very proud, uptight mannerisms. He's got perfect posture, and believes himself perfect and above everything and everyone around him. In general, he's a major antagonist for certain. As far as his backstory, it's nothing that would explain away the way he treats others. He's very self-centered, and that has led to a number of selfish choices and bad moves that put him in power the way he is. There's no excusing his past, but there is a chance for a redemption arc. Unlikely, but possible. As far as how he looks, he's tall, pale, with blue eyes and summer blonde hair. (By that I mean it's a bright sunny yellow, not platinum, but not dirty blonde either) Conventionally attractive, in that CEO-Business kind of way. Does that help? Feel free to ask more questions, I'm always happy to answer!

#devils in the details #heaven is a misnomer #om michael #omswd

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Unexpected Defeat

Rating: G Prompt: Leviathan Pairing: Levi/Nia (MC) Wordcount: 311 Summary: A quick Vignette of Levi visiting Nia and playing video games with the twins.. Set between DD/HM and the as-yet untitled Fic 3! Belated post for Day 3 of the Obey Me! Advent Calendar (See @om-adventcalendar for more fun!)

“When’s your boyfriend getting here?” Aubrey asked, and Avery nodded, eager. They’d taken to the idea that Nia went on an exchange program and came back with 9001 boyfriends to heart, but they were especially happy to hear that Solomon was their grandfather, not another one of her suitors.

“He should be here soon. Are we ready? I can text him and find out where he’s at.” Nia said, knowing full well Levi was in his room fretting about meeting her family.

“I think we’re ready.” her mom said, and Nia nodded, looking down at her phone.

“Oh! He says he’s nearby he’s just not sure which one is us, let me go get him.” She bounded out the door and out of sight, summoning Levi to her. He stepped out of nowhere, half running into her in his haste. He paused, letting the sun soak in for a moment before he realized that was unbecoming of an otaku. He play-hissed. “You brought me here in the sunshine?”

“Sure, would you rather I summoned you in my bedroom and made you climb out the window like I did with Mammon?”

“Uh. The b-bedroom? No. No thank you. This was fine. Let’s go inside. Please.” Levi started dragging her in the wrong direction, and Nia grabbed his hand. “This way, Player 1.”

They entered the house to a chorus of excited shouts from the girls - they were so ready to play games tonight, the moms had even ordered from Pizza Lucky, the fancy pizza place.

“No, how did you do that?” Levi said, leaning back against Nia’s knees, his face a mask of confusion.

“We’re just—“

“—Good at Giuseppe Kart.” The twins said.

“But, third.” Levi whined.

“Hey, I got fifth.” Nia comforted him, but it wasn’t enough.

“Ugh. Okay. How about a coop game?”

Levi had to cut his losses somehow, they'd won every game so far, and felt like he was starting to lose his gamer cred by the second.

#omswd #obey me shall we date #devils in the details #obey me leviathan #om leviathan

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bluejay-writes · 6 months ago

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It's not just about the Grimm

Rating: T Prompt: Mammon Pairing: Mammon/Nia (MC) Wordcount: 922 Summary: Mammon takes Nia out for an arcade date. Set between DD/HM and the as-yet untitled Fic 3! Belated post for Day 2 of the Obey Me! Advent Calendar (See @om-adventcalendar for more fun!)

The doorbell rang as Nia walked down the stairs, and she chuckled as her sisters scrambled to answer it, to Mama Marnie’s chagrin.

“Walk ladies.” Marnie called after them, as though it would do a lick of good. Nia of course knew who was at the door - it was her date for the evening, who she’d summoned upstairs and had then climbed out the window to go knock on the door like a responsible demon.

The door swung open and there was dead silence for a moment.

“Hi girls, I’m here to pick up your big sis for our date.” Mammon said, as always leading with the easiest way to get her teased.

“Ooooh!” Avery said, grinning. “A daaaaaate!!” She looked over her shoulder at Nia who was rounding the corner.

“I don’t know if you’re cute enough for Nia.” Aubrey said, eyeing the model demon carefully. He sputtered.

“Wait a minute, I—“

“Girls, would you let Mammon come in? I promised Mama Marnie she could meet him before we left.” Nia said, pleased when they backed off. They’d tease her more once they met more of the brothers, she was sure. Mammon walked up to her as though he was going to kiss her, but then stopped, and Nia wrapped her arms around him. “Good to see you, Mams.” She said into his chest. “Come meet my other mom.”

Marnie had walked over to them, and Mammon held a hand out to her. “Ma’am. You’re Jake’s mom, right?”

“Correct. And you’re polite, and too pretty. Nia, be careful with this one.”

Mammon puffed up, and then deflated. “I can’t help how I look, ma’am. And I won’t be rude to you, so…”

Nia just stared at the both of them. What even was this conversation?”

“Alright, Mammon. Have Nia home by ten.” Marnie said with a wink.

Nia looked at her phone. “It’s like 1, and we’re meeting you for dinner…”

“Come on Nia! I always wanted to say that, and do you really think it’s going to work on Jakey?”

Nia laughed. “No. It will not.”

“I’ll have her to dinner on time ma’am. Promise.”

“Okay, okay, as long as you never call me Ma’am again. Marnie’s fine.”

“Okay Marnie.” Mammon saluted her, and herded Nia out the door as fast as he could without being impolite.

Mammon looked around the arcade like a kid in a candy store. And he practically was. Wall-to-wall amusements of a gambling variety were right up his alley. She made him promise from the start not to break anything. She couldn’t stop him or fix it if he broke that promise, but she knew he was good for it.

Nia started him on some of the more classic games, which provided her with endless entertainment.

Mammon was complete garbage at pinball. His inexperience combined with his poor impulse control (and the distracting lights everywhere) meant he often hit the flippers early. When he demanded Nia do better, and then she did better, he was shocked. Nia was practically a pinball wizard, though, in comparison. She loved the game, and hit ramps and targets, triggered multi-ball, and in general showed him up.

Skeeball was the opposite experience. Nia loved the game, it was her mom’s favorite thing so they played it every time. She was decent, hitting 40s and 50s, but she knew never to go for that 100, it was a trap. However… Mammon was very good at physical games of sport, and putting a ball in a specific hole after a roll was right in his wheelhouse. He nailed the 100 target with every ball, and when Nia didn’t believe he could do it again, he did. Twice. Three times, after he drew an incredulous crowd. The manager of the arcade actually came out and gave him an enamel pin as a prize for hitting the top possible score on a game machine. Mammon was so incredibly proud he even got a text from Lucifer asking how his date was going.

They played their way around the arcade with similar results, Mammon determinedly paying for more credits any time they ran out, and not hearing a word of it from Nia, so she just started kissing his cheek any time he did it, and considered his ridiculous blush calling it even.

Finally, they got to the game where Nia’s sisters got all of their tickets. It was a coin pusher, and neither Nia nor Mammon were naturally gifted with the finesse to make it rain tickets the way her sisters did.

“Man, I wish I had more of the dang coins per credit! Six is not enough.” Nia pouted.

Mammon reached out to pet her hair with a similar frustrated look which morphed into one of shock as coin-pusher tokens rained down on Nia’s head from his outstretched hand. Not enough to be obvious, more like he’d collected a double handful (with his large hands) and dumped them on her head. Enough to earn chuckles from neighboring players and a bemused look from the prize girl, but nothing expressly bad.

“Mamms!” Nia said, pulling coins out of her ponytail and looking at them - they were perfect versions of the game tokens. “You can do that?”

Mammon opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water. “Apparently, I can do that. I wonder if I can do it with other non-money currencies.”

“This calls for science.” Nia said with a feral glee. “But first, I’m going to play all of these tokens.”

#omswd #obey me shall we date #devils in the details #obey me!#omadventcalendar #omadventcalendar 2024 #mammon/mc #om! mammon

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