#Luciel mystic messenger

[sapphireicecream]

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[ruiruiruwi]

707 FROM MYSTIC MESSENGER!!!!

i love him so much omg

[lucystarclub]

Babyboy from my past animation! Agent ~ 7 0 7 E X T R E M E entering the chat in its path to yOuR hEart <3

[pastelsapphy]

I love how even though Saeyoung is a secret intelligence agent, and a damn good one at that, and has spent literally his entire life lying because if he can't do that and do it well he and his brother were gonna die, yet as soon as you put him near MC he is suddenly the absolute worst liar in the world. he can yell "i dont care!!!" all he wants while he's in the apartment but hey, actions speak louder than words pretty boy.

I just got the call where he's like "anyway go eat there's three different kinds of sandwiches in the fridge. i didn't make them for you i just wanted all three kinds... and then didn't eat them. so you should. it's the best i could do in seven minutes which happens to be the exact amount of time you were gone. don't read into this" suuuuuuureeeeeeee

[chayhoo-ye]

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[peachmarzi]

i downloaded mystic messenger again and i am so invested in saeyoung’s route i cant bring myself to play any of the others 😔🙏🏻

[kbius6]

I'm bitches

Made this on day 9 of Seven's route because I kept crying and like to make dumb crap when upset. Also chose that picture because it's one of my favorites.

[anas-tasiaa]

FUN FACT: AN ABANDONED CG OF LUCIEL.

(stealing this information from the discord)

Did you know this CG was supposed to be in 707 route before Cheritz scrapped it out for whatever reason from the VN of "Saeyoung got his baptismal name" (Day 10, 707 route).

The CG was labelled as "CG45". Note in the scripts of the VN below, it was wrote as [BG; cg45] prove of this CG is a part of his route. I wonder why Cheritz decided to remove it.

The original VN scripts:

sa23010670:[VN_START]

sa23010680:[BG; cg45]

sa23010690:Rika;Saeryoung, what baptismal name do you want?

sa23010700:Rika;Father usually decides... but if there's a name you want, I can kind of give him a hint.

sa23010710:Rika;How about it?

sa23010720:Saeyoung;There is a name I want.

sa23010730:Rika;What is it?

sa23010740:Saeyoung;Luciel.

sa23010750:Rika;Luciel...? That's statn Lucifer's old name.

sa23010760:Saeyoung;I know. That's why I think it'd suit me.

sa23010770:Rika;Why do you want your baptismal name to come from a fallen angel?

sa23010780:Saeyoung;You and V have been so nice to me, but I've suffered through so much darkness ever since I was born.

sa23010790:Saeyoung;I may be able to have the name of an angel for now... but if I'm not careful, I might fall into a dark pit. I'm so afraid that I'll turn into my dad or mom... that I'll become weak and not be able to protect my brother...

sa23010800:Saeyoung;Every time someone calls me in my new life,

sa23010810:Saeyoung;I want to be reminded that I shouldn't become dark like Lucifer's future.

sa23010820:Saeyoung;If Luciel gets a happy ending... then it'll be a history changing miracle.

sa23010830:Rika;Hmm, that will be hard unless we change the bible... but it might actually happen if you try hard!

sa23010840:Saeyoung;Yes... I hope so.

sa23010850:Saeyoung;So that I won't become Lucifer... so that my future will be warm just as if an angel's blessed it...

sa23010860:Saeyoung;So that I can make Saeran happy... I want to be the great angel Luciel.

sa23010870:[VN_END]

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[fangzluv]

SEVEN STOPPP 😭 ILYT

Makes me want to start from day1 again just to play his route so i can feel better :(((

I also like how Seven is the only character that breaks the 4th wall now and then, so he’s the only one aware of what the player is trying to do.

Making me feel bad damn 😭 its ok bb Im coming to u right after this

[sapphireicecream]

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[randoomfactsuser]

Let's get married at the Space Station....

[unwillingwriter]

Treatment

Pairing: Jumin x 707 (Jumciel) (Juciel)

A/N: Also on A03 - I was tired when I wrote this.

Description: When Jumin first came home from his horrid day he didn't question why Luciel was right there at the door, he didn't question why the redhead dragged him to the living room and practically demanded him to sit down, he didn't question why he had a mischievous gleam in his eyes– already used to it by now– he didn't question why his partner had left the room in such a gleeful way and returned with the biggest grin on his face holding a set of nail polish.

He didn't question it.

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Jumin is a man of natural intelligence and foresight— he mentally prepared himself for the day before him, ready to deal with the headache that is both his job and his father's unholy relationships that he seems— without a fail— to get into every time Jumin takes his eyes off him for more than a second. It was a real pain really. How long would this one go? He wondered endlessly everyday.

How much missing money will it take for him to notice?.

Jumin was tired of the same old routine it was tiring. He’ll never understand his father and his obsession for women; they all seem to be the same when his father picks them.

When will he get—

“Jumin.”

Jumin straightens at the sound of his name, his onyx orbs moving towards the voice.

Oh right. Back to how Jumin usually knows and plans out his day.

He didn’t see this or plan this. He didn’t see or come up with the scene that was happening right now, he was sitting on his couch with Elizabeth The 3rd on his lap mindlessly petting her his free hand currently in the hands of a hacker.

A hacker who was dead set on painting his nails perfectly without any mistakes and errors.

“Quit thinking about your dad, you get twitchy when you do— and stop petting Elly! You’re gonna get polish on her fur, then you’re gonna blame me!.” Luciel said a hint of annoyance laced in his voice, his red brows drawn together in concentration— a look Jumin always admired even before the two were dating. Jumin remembered the countless times he mentally and sometimes physically smacked himself when he found himself admiring Luciel not understanding.

The raven hair man sighs moving his hand off the white cat— Elizabeth taking that as her cue to get off her owner, stretching her body out before jumping off his lap strutting away.

‘She’s so sassy.’ Jumin recalls Luciel saying when he had first met Elizabeth The 3rd.

Indeed she was.

When Jumin first came home from his horrid day he didn't question why Luciel was right there at the door, he didn't question why the redhead dragged him to the living room and practically demanded him to sit down, he didn't question why he had a mischievous gleam in his eyes– already used to it by now– he didn't question why his partner had left the room in such a gleeful way and returned with the biggest grin on his face holding a set of nail polish.

He didn't question it.

Jumin looked at his other hand that was already painted to perfection taking in the dull shine of the polish on his nails– black mixed with midnight blue– a combination that worked pretty well.

He has to admit, Luciel has done a remarkable job.

“Aaannnnd done! Haha! Your pinkies are awfully hard for no reason. What's wrong with them?.”

“I'm Wolverine,” Jumin says cooly, carefully moving his hand away from his boyfriend blowing onto the polish to dry them as Luciel closed the tiny vial.

Luciel looked up towards Jumin.

“Was that a joke?.”

Jumin stops blowing, his mind halting for a moment. Was– was it bad?.

Jumin side-eyes the hacker.

“Was it ominous?.” he questions.

“It wasn't the best but you're cute for trying,” Luciel responded, giving Jumin a reassuring smile.

“Hmm,” he responded, looking back at his painted nails. They weren't too bad. Jumin found himself being quite fond of the outcome…

“It's okay Ju I still like it!.”

Of course he did.

Even Luciel found the beauty in horrible jokes, he is the one who told them 90% of the time.

The hacker stared at Jumin Raising a brow.

“Why do I feel like the universe just insulted me?.”

“Don't be dramatic Seven.”

“I'm not!.”

Leave it to Seven to make Jumin feel better after a tiresome day.

Jumin listened to the one-sided argument allowing his love to be himself.

[lucystarclub]

LISTeN, I had A Vision, alright????

Also couldn’t figure out for the life of me how to put a thumbnail so had to improvise, but enjoy my latest obsessions ✨

[pastelsapphy]

Mystictober Day 12: Best VNM/Saddest Moment

Summary: The broadcast failed. Saeyoung is a liability.

The Agency doesn't like liabilities. 

Warnings: Major Character Death, Hurt no Comfort, Angst

A/N: About a year ago I thought too much about Saeray's Normal End and this was the result. As cute as the scene on the island is, there's one RFA member conspicuously absent from his narration. We can guess what happened to Saeyoung and I'm not okay.

Thank you to Mystictober for finally giving me the motivation to tidy this up and post it. Playing a little loose with the prompt, since it's not an on-screen moment, but I digress.

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Saeyoung doesn't know what's going on past the fucking cage he's been thrown in. It's a warehouse, by the look of it, with the windows blacked out and a large steel grate blocking him from the rest of the room. 

He'd fought like a cornered animal when they came for him. The rational part of his brain knew it would probably be safer to play along, just for the moment. If he struggled, they were more likely to kill him and be done with it than whatever else they were planning, but it was instinct. And beside that... he knew.

Saeyoung knew.

The goons who followed Vanderwood into the house didn't look like they were all from the agency. Some definitely were, but others... they looked too clean. Too put together. Too official.

Secret agents don't wear dress shoes to a kidnapping.

He definitely did some damage to his assailants. If he'd been armed, he might have even gotten away. But he wasn't, and he didn't, even though he fought and kicked and screamed and scratched and bit as if—no, because—his life depended on it. But he was outnumbered and outgunned, and they had the element of surprise. He was covered in blood that wasn't his own when something jabbed his neck and he knew he was done for. He was unconscious before he knew what happened.

When he woke up he was on a concrete floor in whatever building they'd dragged him to. Knowing the agency, it's out in the middle of nowhere. Saeyoung won't give them the satisfaction of screaming, but he knows no one would hear him if he did.

His options are limited... if not nonexistent. He's handcuffed so tightly he's losing sensation in the tips of his fingers. He's dislocated his thumb before to wiggle out of handcuffs, but he knows even that won't help him now. His glasses broke in the struggle; he's unarmed and no one knows what happened to him.

If he can't figure out something fast, he's fucked.

And that was even before he showed up. The monster who had been chasing him and his brother for over twenty years. The monster that he had, apparently, been working for—one of the Agency's best clients. A monster with a deceptive smile that fooled an entire country, but not Saeyoung. Never Saeyoung.

Saeyoung knows exactly what kind of monster Saejoong Choi is.

The second time Saejoong comes to see him, there are no pleasantries. Not even the illusion of them. Saeyoung's eyes immediately lock on the object in Saejoong's hand.

"Thought you wanted to use me for something," Saeyoung says. 

"That was until that little stunt you and the other brat pulled. Nuisances until the very end."

“What the hell are you talking about?"

"Don't act like you don't know!" 

A kick sends him sprawling face-first to the floor. A boot makes contact with his back, pinning him to the rough concrete. "You two vermin and that damn RFA are trying to destroy everything I've spent my life working for. I'm sure you're the one who dug everything up, even if the other one did the legwork. I should have taken you out sooner."

Saeyoung hears the safety on the gun click and he knows, he knows, that this is it. The RFA and... Saeran?... Saeran... tried to take down their father. He doesn't know how it could be possible, he hasn't seen Saeran in so long—

In that moment it hits him: he's never going to see Saeran again. And if his brother and the RFA tried something so blatant, so public, to get rid of Saejoong... every single one of them is in danger. And there's nothing Saeyoung can do about it.

He failed, and he's about to die for it.

Even if his soul is being overcome with despair—Not Saeran, Saeran please be safe, I wish I could have seen you one more time... please be safe—he won't go down quietly. Saeyoung is a cockroach, and roaches don't die easily.

"At least look me in the eye when you kill me," he growls. "Or are you a goddamn coward?"

There's a pause, and for a moment Saeyoung thinks they'll just shoot him and be done with it, but then the weight disappears from his back and someone snaps their fingers. He's yanked up to his knees by his hair and it takes everything in him to suppress a wince. He won't give his father the satisfaction. Not even once.

The monster haunting his nightmares glares down at him with a look of pure hatred. Saeyoung is sure he has the same look on his own face, and that thought makes him feel things he doesn't want to unpack (at least he won't have to).

"Normally I don't care for getting my hands dirty," Saejoong says, pressing the cold metal of the gun to Saeyoung's forehead. "But you two pests are a special case. You've been a thorn in my side for far too long."

Saeyoung looks him in the eye and musters up his last act of defiance. "One day, you are going to die. One day, everything you've built up will mean nothing. You will be a cold, hard corpse in the ground like the rest of us. Bloated, rotting, festering. Death will find you one day, no matter how much you try to run. And so will I."

He leans up; the gun presses hard against him, but he doesn't flinch, doesn't even blink as he stares his father down. "I may be going there first, but one day you will die and you will rot and when you do, I will drag you down to Hell myself. You'll never escape me. We'll burn together for eternity."

He spits out a glob of blood and phlegm, right on Saejoong's shiny politician's shoes. 

They say you never hear the shot that gets you. 

Saeyoung doesn't. 

[kawaii-night666]

[sn4kec4ke]

it feels embarrassing to explain but its akin to a self portrait