Yooseven Halloweek

Yoo7 Day 2: Ghosts

Yoo7 Day 1: Pumkin Spice/Caramel Apples

Before prompting to burst out in laughter.

There Seven was, pouting and pointing at a candy apple, stuck, in his hair. How on earth does one get an apple stuck in their hair? Like seriously, how badly do you need to mess up to get that there? His hair wasn’t even that long!

“It’s not funny.” He pouted, Yoosung tried to stifle his laughter, however, with Seven being a cute idiot, it was pretty tough.

“I trusted you!” 

“Sorry dear. How do you want me to help?”

“Get it out.”

“The apple of my eye”

#yoosevenhalloweek2017 day 1 ^^ I¨m so excited about this week and I’m actually kind of proud of this drawing. Just Yoosung and Seven enjoying something sweet in their closet! ^__^ 

( My headcanon thing)  Can’t promise this style every day. Tried this today. Will try something else tomorrow proly. ^.^

DAY 1 (10/25): Pumpkin spice / Candy apple

DAY 2 (10/26): Ghosts / Cryptids

DAY 3 (10/27): Angels / Demons

DAY 4 (10/28): Free Day (No prompt)It’s

DAY 5 (10/29): Sugar (Fluff) / Spice (Smut)

DAY 6 (10/30): Vampires / Werewolves

Guess who’s back… back again…

After patiently waiting for a year Yooseven Halloweek has risen from the grave!

INFO

The week will begin on the 25th of October and end on the 31st (Halloween!)

Each day you will be given two prompts! You can use one or both! (The blurbs under the prompts are just suggestions/inspiration. Take each prompt as literally  or figuratively as you’d like!) 

We kept a few of our favorite prompts from last year and mixed them up with new ones!

DAY 1 (10/25): Pumpkin spice / Candy apple 

Iconic flavors of autumn, I’m getting hungry just thinking about it! Where’s my PSL?

DAY 2 (10/26): Ghosts / Cryptids

Seancing with spirits or hunting down mothman? It’s time to get into the Halloween vibes!

DAY 3 (10/27): Angels / Demons

Yoosung and Seven might be our little angels, but that doesn’t mean they can’t be devilish…

DAY 4 (10/28): Free Day (No prompt)

It’s a wild card! Whatever you want, as long as it’s YooSeven!

DAY 5 (10/29): Sugar (Fluff) / Spice (Smut)

Sugar or Spice? Both are nice! Explore both sides of the boys, just tag your NSFW!

DAY 6 (10/30): Vampires / Werewolves 

The age old question: Werewolves or Vampires? What side are the boys on?

DAY 7 (10/31): Tricks / Treats

Happy Halloween! What are the boys’ costumes? What are their plans for Halloween night? Is Seven up to one of his tricks, or is Yoosung planning on giving him a treat?

You can submit any kind of content as long as it’s Yoosung/707! Fanart, Fanfiction, Fanmixes, and anything else!

We will be reblogging everything in the tag #yoosevenhalloweek2017 to this blog!

RULES

Tag your NSFW and gore ! (NSFW and gore are allowed, just be sure to tag it for the safety of others!)

Tag spoilers ! (Spoilers are also allowed, but please tag them so others can discover the game’s secrets naturally!) (This is especially relevant with V’s route having come out recently)

It’s fine to be late!

Do not repost/edit other peoples work!

Do not disrespect other people’s headcanons!

Do not insult other people’s art/writing/etc. skills!

No ship hate!

Yooseven Halloweek Day 7: Treat 

Happy Halloween!!

Yooseven Halloweek

day 7 // Treat

“Sneaking up again, are we?” Zen’s voice rang through the darkness besides the giant gates looming over the entryway to hell.

Yoosung startled so much, he stumbled and nearly fell over. A chuckle started up from Ophelia, the demon clinging-as usual-to Zen’s arm.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Yoosung composed himself.

“Right.” Zen sighed. “You do know you can’t ascend, right? Like, that’s just not a thing you can do.”

“Of course.” Yoosung scowled. “I’m not an idiot.”

“Ooooo! Zenny!” Ophelia swatted Zen’s shoulder in excitement. “I think our little Yoosung is sneaking out to visit someone!”

“Oh? Could that be true, Yoosung, darling?” Zen purred as his girlfriend cackled.

“Of course not.” Yoosung crossed his arms.

“Yoosung, finally! You’re feeding aren’t you! Aren’t pure human souls so much more delicious than the bartered, rotten ones down here?” Ophelia leaned towards him, grin feral.

“Fine, yes. Happy now? You know my big bad secret, so can I go?” Yoosung rolled his eyes.

“Yes, yes.” Zen nodded. “Go on then, glad you’re finally coming around.

“Whatever.” Yoosung grumbled as he departed.

Luciel was facing similar, but not identical, issues in Heaven, with a bored looking Jumin, and a tired sounding Jaehee having stumbled upon his departure.

“And just where are you going?” Jumin rose an eyebrow.

“Out, down, I don’t know!” Luciel panicked.

“Down? Why would you wish to do that?” Jumin pulled a face of disgust.

“Sir, we should just let him go.” Jaehee sighed. “We have work to do, and I’d ever so much like to clock out on time, for once.”

“We cannot just let him go.” Jumin frowned.

“What’s the harm, Sir, really?” Jaehee argued back.

As the two angels got caught up in their quarreling, Luciel made his escape.

As he settled into his usual vessel, Luciel waited for Yoosung, the demon he was here to meet.

“Seven!” A cheerful voice soon rang out. Concealing his grace quickly, Luciel turned to the demon.

Today he was blonde, with wide purple eyes. Unlike Luciel, who prided himself on consistency, Yoosung had a habit of grabbing the first appropriate vessel he came across. Luciel also had to keep the same face, for Yoosung had not yet realized his angelic origins. Luciel was having too much genuine fun with the demon to want to spoil things with pesky things like the complete truth. The face he showed to Yoosung was the truest piece of him, and shouldn’t that be enough?

The blonde bounced up to him, smiling widely.

“Sorry if I was late, some friends held me up.” He explained.

“Zen or Rika?” Luciel guessed.

“Zen and his mate, Ophelia.” Yoosung pouted.

“Ah well, that’s okay.” Luciel ruffled the blonde locks.

“What’ve you been up to since last week?” Yoosung asked, eyes wide and happy.

“Ah, you know, work, work, and some more work.” Luciel replied. It wasn’t even a lie.

“That sucks.” Yoosung sympathized.

“Thanks.”

“Anytime.” Yoosung’s grin was blinding. “So, are we going anywhere this afternoon?”

“Uh, well, I don’t know how many more interesting things can be done in this city.” Luciel stammered.

“It’s a big city, there has to be something!” Yoosung insisted. “You live here, what’s your favorite thing to do?”

“We’ve done all my favorite things.” Luciel stated awkwardly.

“You’re favorite things are going to convenience stores to buy junk food and playing demo games set out in electronics shops?” Yoosung lifted a skeptical eyebrow.

“Y-yeah.” Luciel said, maybe a bit too quickly.

“Then we should go to your house!” Yoosung suggested as they wove through busy city streets.

“You know we can’t, babe.” Luciel frowned.

“But Seven! I’m your mate, shouldn’t I be able to see your space!” Yoosung whined.

“Pretty sure down here, the correct term is ‘boyfriend’, not mate.” Luciel attempted to change the subject.

“Whatever, I feel unimportant to you.” Yoosung looked as if he was on the brink of tears. What a weird demon.

“My father and siblings wouldn’t like it.” Luciel sighed.

“Your family?” Yoosung perked up. “You don’t talk about them.”

“Don’t really see the point.” Luciel shrugged. “You can’t meet them.”

“Why not?” Yoosung asked.

“For one, I’ve never seen you use the same body twice.” Luciel pointed out, cooing at the cute flush that spread across his mate’s face.

“I’ll fix that!” Yoosung pleaded. “Stick with this one! They wouldn’t ever see you with ‘different’ people!”

“Two, and more importantly, you’re a demon. One who thinks it’s a good idea to just walk up to strangers and offer preposterous deals for their souls.” Luciel finished.

Yoosung deflated, seeming to curl in on himself.

“Your family is religious?” Yoosung asked in a small voice.

“Very.” Luciel nodded sharply. “So, let’s just let this conversation drop, and get back to having fun.”

“I don’t know.” Yoosung stared at his stolen feet. “I don’t know if I’m up for it.”

“What?” Luciel stopped short, in a park they’d wandered into.

“I keep lying to my friends, and having to sneak out of Hell, maybe it would just be easier to date our own kinds.” Yoosung admitted. “I wouldn’t have to worry about you dying either.”

“I’m not going to die.” Luciel protested weekly.

“You’re mortal, you’ll always die.” Yoosung said sadly.

“Yoosung, I-” something collided with the back of his skull, hard. Hard enough to actually hurt, a difficult feat when one was actually an angel.

“Seven!” Yoosung panicked. “Get away from him!”

Luciel turned just enough to confirm his suspicions, and yup. That was definitely Saeran, his twin.

“You stay your distance, demon.” Saeran growled, gripping Luciel’s shoulder, and nearly crushing the bones there.

“Ow.” Luciel complained, glaring at his brother.

“Don’t hurt him!” Yoosung protested.

“It is not I who hurts him. I heard his distress, you are the one who dare hurts Luciel.” Saeran shot back.

“You’re his protector, then? His angel?” Yoosung said slowly.

“Is that what he told you?” Saeran hit him again.

“Stop that! That isn’t what I said.” Luciel huffed. “And you can leave, you overprotective asshole.”

“You were in pain.” Saeran stated simply.

“Yeah, and you’re solution is to hit the pain out?” Luciel stuck out his tongue. “We were fighting that’s all.”

“It doesn’t look like much of a fight.” Saeran remarked.

“If I go, will you leave him alone then?” Yoosung suggested, taking a small step back. “I won’t even talk to him again.”

“I can not leave him alone.” Saeran looked puzzled. “Luciel, why are we still here?”

“Because I’m trying to figure things out with my mate here!” Luciel hissed.

Saeran’s eyes widened.

“This demon is-”

“Yes.”

“But-”

“I love him Saeran.”

“He’s a demon!”

“Better than a human, like one of our brothers.”

“Luciel, we are leaving, and will talk about this more back home.”

“Saeran, no.” Luciel stubbornly refused.

Saeran just placed a grace infused hand on his shoulder, taking advantage of Luciel’s concealed grace to overpower him.

The two started to glow, and Luciel pouted.

“No!” Yoosung, poor confused demon that he was, yelled loudly.

Then something flashed through the air, and Luciel was moving instinctively in front of his twin.

The light faded, Saeran’s concentration snapped.

The clearing in the park was quiet, all three occupants staring at Luciel, or rather, Luciel’s chest. A stick protruded from just below his sternum, and Luciel could feel in highly disconcerting detail all the places his vessel was injured.

“A stick?” Luciel said dumbly. “What, did you think he was gonna smite me?”

Yoosung looked horrified, and a bit like he was going to throw up. Slowly, Yoosung moved towards him, Saeran taking a few steps back.

“Seven.” Yoosung gasped. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean-”

“No, you were aiming for Saeran, I get it.” Luciel rolled his eyes.

“S-sit down.” Yoosung gently pushed him to the ground. “Angel! A little help, please! He’ll die if you don’t heal him!”

Saeran looked at Luciel, mischievous evil in his eyes and the tilt of his smirk. The asshole disappeared in a short flash of light.

“Where’d he go?” Yoosung asked fearfully. “He’s coming back, right?”

“Nope.” Luciel deadpanned.

“W-what?!” Yoosung screeched. “No! He can’t! I can’t heal! I’m a demon! He has to come back! He has to save you! You’re not allowed to die!”

“Yoosung, I need to tell you-”

“No. No ‘last words’, asshole!” Yoosung clutched Luciel close, a bit awkwardly, due to the stick. Luciel could feel tears wet and warm against his neck.

“Yoosung, Sweetheart, please let me go.”

Yoosung sprung back like he’d been burned.

“O-of course.” He sniffled.

“God, how are you a demon?” Luciel huffed as he firmly gripped the stick sticking out of his body.

“What are you doing?” Yoosung asked, looking for all the world like a kicked puppy.

“Just give me a minute.” Luciel hissed, tugging out the branch quickly, then tossing it to the side. “Damn you have a good arm.”

“Seven, you shouldn’t-” Luciel batted away the worried hands trying to simultaneously trying to press against the hole in his chest and to keep him from rising.

Taking a breath in, Luciel shot one last look at Yoosung, then unfurled his grace, letting it shoot through his vessel to heal all his wounds.

Yoosung gaped.

“S-seven?” He asked slowly.

“You can call me Luciel, if you want. It’s my name.” Luciel rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

“You’re-”

“An angel. Yeah.”

“Why?”

Luciel sighed. This was the hardest part.

“Because I love you.” He shrugged. “Because I didn’t want to frighten you off.”

“You love me?” Yoosung was red again. “An angel loves me.”

“Yeah, he does. Though he’ll get angry if you keep throwing sticks at his twin.” Luciel joked.

Yoosung went pale again. “That was your twin?! I attacked your twin. That's… not good.”

“It’s alright, he understands. Asshole.” Luciel reassured, pulling the currently short demon to him. “No, really. As long as my grace doesn’t bother you, I’d like to keep seeing you.”

“I’d like that too.” Yoosung smiled.