He's a real malewife now, finally, after all these years 🥹
While some of my drawings of these two take place after they're already married, I'd never actually drawn their wedding before! And what's a better time to do that than for Mystic Messenger's 10 year anniversary!!
For years, in a way, I've felt too afraid to draw their wedding because I felt like I needed to make it absolutely perfect, and I felt like I didn't have the skills to do that. Or that on the long run I wouldn't be happy with the choices I made for their outfits and the piece as a whole. I put a lot of pressure on it in my head, just like how in real life people often want their weddings to be perfect.
But for the 10 year anniversary, it was about time. I pushed through that dumb idea that it had to be "perfect" because I realised, I literally have free will, I can just redraw it in another 10 years with updated outfits and techniques if I want to!
This piece ended up taking over 70 hours in total (without counting the time spent looking for references etc.) and with that it's the largest single illustration I've ever made 🥲 I hope y'all like it! These flowers probably took years off of my life but man was it an experience. Definitely gotta do some simpler and smaller pieces now for a little bit to recharge hahaha
The paintings above them are based on some of my old pieces from many years ago, and this whole piece is actually a loose redraw of this drawing from 2020! That piece was also used for the first painting, while the middle one is this one I did for a zine in 2021 and the third one is this one from 2024.
Her (and mine lol) favourite flowers are pink roses and peonies, but there's also quite a few lilies of the valley around them and in their outfits, especially Saeran's, because that's his flower and their promise of happiness has come true. There are some sprinkled here and there on her dress, one on her bow, his earrings and his cravat, as well as both of their crowns! They're a princess and a prince and both of them get veils because he's also a wife 💖
This game has meant so much to me over the past 10 years. It's hard to believe it's been that long since I first opened Mystic Messenger back when I was 14, and now I'm about to turn 24 in a couple of weeks. I didn't play the game for 1.5 years between 2017-2018, but got back to it at the end of 2018 and that's when I fell for Saeran.
I spent my teenager years growing up with this game and it shaped me into the person I am today. It shaped my art style and I grew my identity around the game. I wouldn't be the same person without this game, and it genuinely got me through so many hard times. When I was badly struggling with my mental health to the point where I had to drop out of university on my 3rd year, it was one of the very few things that brought me joy. Drawing Saeran was able to distract me from the things going on in my life at the time, multiple times over the years.
I've met so many wonderful people and made so many good friends all thanks to this game, and now some these friendships have lasted for the better part of a decade. This game motivated and pushed me to draw every day for 453 days while we were all waiting for Saeran's After Ending and I lowkey think I peaked there, drawing consistently for so long was so cool and I'll never achieve something like that again- LMAO
Mystic Messenger has genuinely been such an important part of my life and I can't believe it's been 10 whole years!
I don't think there could ever be a character more perfect for me than Saeran. He's exactly all the things I like in a character, but all of that in one. He's a sweet devoted prince who's a little shy, but he's also an emo touch-starved catboy-coded tsundere fucker who pushes people he loves away out of fear while trying to protect those he loves, and he's also the kindest loving angel on earth who wants to grow flowers and bake and cook for you as your malewife every day. If I could choose he'd probably be 80% of what I draw! I love him so much TwT💖💕
🤡 for the twins. i always need to tease these clowns (lovingly)
What's something dumb they're embarrassed about?
Saeyoung gets oddly embarrassed about compliments! He doesn't know how to handle praise. Whether it's for his work, his creations, or even just telling him how beautiful he is... he'll turn as red as his hair! Growing up in a cruel household and then a thankless profession, he doesn't know how to take compliments! He's working on it, but much like a puppy being called "good boy" for the first time, he gets overwhelmed by emotion!
GE Saeran gets embarrassed about the fact that he can't tie his shoes. Nobody taught him how to do it! He only wears slip-ons or shoes with zippers, buttons, or velcro! Why do you think he never wears socks in any of his photos? Of course, nobody mentions his shoe habits and it's not exactly something that comes up in conversation, but if he was volunteering at an orphanage or the like? He'd need help if a kid ran up with shoelaces untied!
a/n: it’s been a hot minute, huh? Unsure what to say ehe,,,,, my brain is being weird today, so i’ve written some!! Comfort character!!!! I wasn’t expecting to crave Saeran content, especially cos Cheritz kinda frustrated me, but,,,,,, i love him,
(all i’m gonna say is,,,,, requests are closed, but if you have any prompts for saeran,,, idc if its suit, se, ge, ray,,,,, i just love them <3)
warnings: reader is going through a rough time mentally??
word count: 1,052
Recovery was hard. It was a rollercoaster, and after a certain point, you’d wonder if this was the best you would get. Apologies for things you couldn’t help, days where you felt like you could do anything, and days where you weren’t sure how you could do anything. Unfortunately, you had been going through a time similar to the latter… nothing, in particular, was bad, right? So, why were you so sad… why did the world around you seem almost grayscale? Meaningless?
A gentle hand shook you, so lightly you might have not noticed it if you were truly sleeping.
“You said to wake you in 30 minutes. It’s been about 40, so… you might want to get up,” His voice was just as gentle as his touch, a hint of laughter in his voice when he had noted how he let you sleep a bit longer. Yes, days where your mind felt as jumbled as it did now left you exhausted. A shower and a nap… the two things you could think of to help. As you sat up, you felt the air cooler on your neck due to your hair being damp. He seemed to notice your hair, a pout forming on his lips.
“It’s bad to sleep with your hair wet, you know?”
You shrugged, the groggy feeling leaving your brain in a strange state. As if it hadn’t already been strange… well, once you got up and moving sure you’d at least have a bit of energy.
“Well… I guess just this once isn’t bad,” He added, sitting next to you and playing with your hair a bit. After a second, he stood up and walked towards the bathroom. The sound of a cabinet opening and closing could be heard before he returned with the hair drier.
“Saeran, you didn’t need to-”
“Don’t worry! I enjoy drying your hair, to be honest. Plus, you’ve got chill bumps, so you’re clearly cold. The air will be warm, so it’s a win-win situation,” He spoke, plugging it in and turning on the drier. The sound was loud, but the warm air felt nice enough for you to ignore the obnoxious sound. The feeling of Saeran drying your hair was almost enough to make you drift right back to sleep. At the same time, your heart ached at the joy he gave you. Such a small part of life, something as simple as drying your hair- he wanted to be able to do everything for you. He wanted you to be happy, healthy, and comfortable… he worked so hard for the both of you. He wanted you both to be happy, healthy, and comfortable. He was so admirable… you were sure you didn’t deserve him. Not the comforting feeling of your hair being dried for you, not the feeling of the bed sinking underneath his weight behind you, not the gentle way he hummed a song you barely recognized. If you were to turn around, he would surely be wearing the content smile he seemed to always wear. And here you were, your mouth nearly turned into a frown. Not because you were unhappy with the situation… no, you were simply unhappy with yourself. Why couldn’t you simply be happy that you were in this very moment? Why did the weight of the past and future have such a terrible grip on your mind?
“There we go,” Saeran spoke once again, the warm air stopping, along with the obnoxious sound. His hand lingered in your hair before his weight left the bed once more, and he stood up to place the hair drier back in the cabinet. Instinctively, you reached for him, catching his arm in your hand. He glanced back at you, curiosity written on his face. The brief moment that dread filled you, as you worried that grabbing him so suddenly would scare him, left your mind when his eyes shone with nothing but curiosity. You removed your hand, suddenly wondering… why you grabbed him. Maybe you were just feeling clingy… you couldn’t bear to let such a precious thing out of your sight. You just wanted to hold him. To tell him how much you loved and admired him.
The hair drier was promptly tossed next to you, as Saeran wrapped both his arms securely around you. It was as if he always understood… he was no mind reader, he’d always tell you that, but… sometimes you simply had to wonder if he was. His arms were comforting, the way he held you was so warm and loving that you could cry. No, as your eyes began to feel prickly, you were sure that you would cry.
“Thank you,” You muttered, your hands grabbing the front of his shirt as you buried your face into his shoulder. You wanted to hold him back, yet… you let the selfishness of simply wanting to be held take over. A gentle kiss was pressed to the side of your face, as his arms never faltered. “You don’t need to thank me. After everything you’ve done for me… you don’t need to hold anything back. If you need a hug, if you need anything, I’m here. It’s the least I can do.”
“How… do you do it? You’re so perfect, Saeran, I don’t understand.”
“Me…? I’m anything but perfect, sweetheart. I should be asking you that. There’s no shame in having a bad day, a bad week, so don’t let it get to you that much… I have them too, I know you’re well aware. And, when I’m having a bad time, you’re there for me. I’m going to be there for you. Without a shadow of a doubt, I’m going to be here for you.”
You sniffled lightly, feeling tears begin to sink into the fabric of his shirt. To be loved so endlessly… so purely, by someone so perfect… wrapping your arms back around him, you squeezed him as tightly as you could. It was a lovely feeling, even if you couldn’t enjoy it fully right now. Surely, he’d do just the same when you were having a good day, so that you might be able to appreciate the warm feeling without the bad thoughts swarming your mind. For now, his warmth was a good enough start towards feeling better.
Hello, I am the anon who wrote you around a week ago. Sorry if I come to bother you once again! May I ask you to write something fluffy about MC coming out to GE Saeran as asexual/someone on the ace spectrum? Of course only if that doesn’t trouble you in any way, really. Please, take literally all the time you need, I know there are many other important things to do in life. I am not in a rush :) And sorry again, it’s just that I really love the way you write. Thank you and have a nice day 😘
Hello again anon! :D You could never bother me, I love getting requests 😊 And this one was super fun and dear to me because I’m aspec too!! :D Twinsies! ❤ And since I LOVE projecting myself onto the characters I love, I headcanon him to be somewhere on the ace spectrum too hehe~ If you don’t agree or like that interpretation feel comPLETELY free to ignore the last bullet!
I decided to go with a headcanon format for this because I didn’t think I could get all the feelings I wanted out in a drabble, but if you ALSO want a drabble I’m VERY happy to do one if you shoot me another ask ! :> ❤ And thanks for being sweet about my writing slowness, I never wanna disappoint you guys 😭❤ Hope you like it!
Talking to him about anything feels so… natural. You know that he’d never be judgemental towards anything you say, and he knows that you’d never put him down for not knowing something. He’s the easiest person ever to come out to, he’s so eternally happy that he gets to be your partner and he loves everything that comes with it. It might just be impossible to disappoint him!
Since he’s never had any good relationship models, he has a very fairy-tale way of thinking when it comes to relationships. Because of that, he’s thrown for a bit of a loop when you bring up something that doesn’t fit within that small box. It’s not that he isn’t supportive, not at all! He just… didn’t know something like this existed. It’ll take a bit more explaining for him to understand than it would for most people, but he makes up for it with his unconditional support and eagerness to learn about this new side of you.
He’s more than happy to do some research into asexuality, and he’ll likely do that on his own no matter what, but he’d rather get most of the explanation from you. There’s a LOT of ways to be aspec, after all, and he wants to know how he can support your specific needs ❤
Your coming out got him thinking about his own sexuality, and he realizes that he’s never really thought about sex outside of a “this is something that couples do” mindset. He’s always had it in his head that he’d be happy to reciprocate anything you wanted, but looking back on it he realizes that he’s never actively desired it. Maybe he’s somewhere on the ace spectrum too? You can help him figure that out! 😊
Concept: An Alternate Universe(?) Saeran x Reader fic based on the 50s sci-fi movie The Alligator People.
~
I’m standing on a train station platform in Louisiana swamp country. Alone.
Nearby me sits a box labeled radioactive. It’s been hours but surely someone will come for their mail. So I wait.
An old pickup arrives. A mint-haired man wearing dark shades steps out of the truck to pick up the package.
I ask him if he knows of the place I’m looking for and if he’ll take me there.
“They don’t usually have visitors.” His voice is low and cool. “Are they expecting you?”
“No. Not exactly. But they will know who I am.”
The bluenet smiles before telling me to hop in and loading the crate onto the truck.
The drive through the swamp is rough. The man introduces himself as V and gives me a kind smile. Perhaps in an effort to ease my apprehension. But my unease does not come from him.
When V stops to remove a large branch from the roadway, I see two men attempting to wrangle an alligator.
“Have you ever been in bayou country before?” V asks as he returns to the truck.
I shake my head, still staring at the gator thrashing and hissing in the grasp of the men. “It’s so wild and primitive.”
“And deadly. You ought to be careful around here.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
The rest of the drive is no more smooth and no less tense than it began.
We soon reach a plantation house. V drops me off and drives away.
I knock on the door.
The door opens and I’m greeted by a stunningly beautiful white-haired man with scarlet eyes dressed in butler attire. He flashes a charming smile but before he can speak, I hear a cheery male voice from within the house.
“Who is it, Zen?~” The voice chimes.
“It’s a fine lady.” Zen answers as he effortlessly tosses me a wink.
“Well don’t be rude, let her in!~”
I step inside and see a man with racecar-red hair dressed like a Southern belle. His face looks strangely familiar.
“Is this your place?” I ask.
“Of course!” He flourishes an ornate fan. “Welcome to my lovely manor!”
I catch a glimpse of the butler rolling his eyes before I respond. “Well...maybe you can help me. For a long time I’ve been looking for my husband. He disappeared the night we were married. I’ve searched everywhere. I’ve tried everything. And this is my last hope.”
The vermillion-haired belle’s face is still plastered with a silly grin but his eyes show no mirth. “But, why here? Surely you can’t expect to find anything in a swamp but alligators~ And snakes~ Hisssss~”
I hesitate, trying to process the unorthodox demeanor of this man. “I received a mysterious message stating that my husband lived at this address.”
“What is your name?”
“Mrs. Saeran Choi.”
His expression falters for a moment. “Well, there’s no one by that name here~ Some charlatan must have been playing a cruel prank on you.” He touches a hand to his cheek. “But no matter~ There’ll be another train tomorrow~ May we offer you the hospitality of the manor for the night?”
“I suppose…” This man is so absurd, I cannot determine if he is mocking me or just ill-mannered.
“Terrific!” He claps his hands together. “Yoosung!”
A door opens to reveal a blond man with violet eyes wearing a maid outfit. He exits what appears to be a kitchen. “Yes, Master Luciel?”
“Show Mrs- what was your name again?”
“Mrs. Saeran Choi.”
“Show Mrs. Choi to the guest room please~”
Luciel whispers something into Yoosung’s ear before I follow him upstairs.
~
I distractedly unpack in my room amidst thoughts concerning the strange owner of this house. I’m tempted to dismiss his behavior as merely the eccentricities of a man who’s lived in the swamp too long. But I cannot help but feel that his odd behavior is merely a ruse.
I hear gunshots outside.
I rush to the window and see a blonde woman in a black dress cackling and firing a pistol wildly at gators. I run to the door but find it locked.
I retreat to the bed. I’m trapped here. If I were really a guest they wouldn’t have locked me in.
The gunshots stop.
The maid enters carrying a tea tray.
“Yoosung,” I plead. “Those gunshots. What were they about?”
“Oh...” He throws a mildly contemptuous glance at the window. “That’s the swamp witch. She hates gators.” He sets down the tray and stares at me for a tense moment. “I have to go.”
“Wait please!” I tug at Yoosung’s arm. “Somebody has to help me. Is it true what he told me? Have I come to the wrong place?”
“I can’t- I ought not to say anything, ma’am.”
“Can’t you tell me anything?”
I see pity surfacing in his lavender eyes. “I’m sorry, ma’am. It’s not my secret to tell.”
He slips a key into my hands and leaves the room.
I hear a door slam and look out another window to see Luciel leaving in a car that looks ill-fitted for the terrain.
~
I wake up to the sound of a piano playing a sorrowful tune. I feel as though I’ve heard this theme before. I unlock my door and walk softly down the stairs. I can hear the music coming from behind a door to my right.
I open the door and the piano stops playing. In the dark I can barely see a male figure turning to see me before he flees out a side door and into the swamp. I turn on a lamp and see muddy footprints on the floor. Upon approaching the piano I find the keys are wet.
~
In the morning I stand outside the front door. A man drives up in a fancy boat with wheels. He introduces himself as Jumin Han, the local doctor.
“Is Luciel inside?” He inquires.
“He hasn’t come down yet. Has he been ill, doctor?”
“No. I have some other business with him.”
I pause for a moment before introducing myself. “I’m Mrs. Choi. Mrs. Saeran Choi.” I examine his face as I enunciate my words. “That name doesn’t mean anything to you?”
“No. Should it?”
“I don’t know. Let me explain, doctor. Since my husband disappeared I’ve done nothing but search for him. And I’m going to keep on asking questions.”
“What brings you here?”
“A mysterious message.”
“You came all the way down here. Traveled thousands of miles. On nothing more tangible than that.”
“I’ve traveled much farther, on even less.”
“I see.” The flash of conflict in his eyes is brief but unmistakable. “You found no other evidence?”
“Why? Is there other evidence?”
“Of course not.”
“You did know Saeran didn’t you? I can tell. What is it, doctor? Why won’t any of you tell me about him? What are you all trying to hide?”
“You are obviously overwrought. But that’s understandable given the circumstances. I wish I could help. Please tell Luciel I couldn’t wait, but I’ll stop by later.”
Even as he walks away I’m sure that man did not come here to see Luciel at all but instead to interrogate me.
When Zen brings a car around to bring me to the train station I refuse to leave.
Luciel returns home to find me rifling through the paperwork in his desk.
“What are you doing??” He hikes up his dress and rushes towards me.
“Looking for answers.”
“Get out of there. You’ve no right to look through my things. You were supposed to leave on the train.”
“I’m not leaving here until I get the answers to the questions that brought me here.”
“I told you yesterday you were mistaken.”
“I think you’re lying.”
“Get out of my house.”
“I will not. Who was playing the piano in the dark last night? Someone who left wet footprints on the carpet.”
“You’re imagining things-”
“No I’m not. Anymore than I’m imagining that you want to get rid of me. That you’ve got something to hide.”
His expression hardens. “Just leave it alone. It’s none of your business.”
“The hell it isn’t! What have you done with my husband?”
“Your curiosity will get you nothing but trouble. You need to leave. Now.”
“Saeran is my husband. I’m not leaving until you tell me whatever terrible thing you’ve done to him.”
“I don’t give a damn if he’s your husband! He’s-” His breathing is frantic.
“He’s what?”
Luciel heaves a weary sigh. “He’s my brother.” His eyes glisten. “I have to protect him. No matter what.”
I am halted at this revelation. My confrontational demeanor is whisked away.
~
As night falls, I wait for Saeran in the piano room. I sit concealed in a large cushioned chair. Behind me I hear the door open and a gravelly voice speak.
“Saeyoung, is she gone?”
“No Saeran, she isn’t.” I stand from the chair and face him.
He covers his face in an instant and flees. I call out to him, but he disappears into the dark, rainy swamp. I take off after him, pleading for him to come back.
“Saeran! Saeran!” I wail. The mud is above my ankles. My arms and legs are bruised from the logs and branches. I have to find him. I call out for him over and over, desperately trying to scream above the storm. But I can’t see him. I can hardly see anything.
I stumble upon a snake that strikes at me and I shriek in fear. The blonde woman I saw earlier appears from the foliage and uses a stick to push away the snake.
“You ought to have better sense, dear.” She coos into my ear. “Nobody goes out into the swamp on a night like this.”
She wraps her arm around my shoulders and leads me into a cabin.
“I don’t understand. Why did you bring me here?” I shiver.
“Well, dear, I thought you’d appreciate me saving you from that snake.” She smiles. It is not a kind smile.
She offers me a drink. It doesn’t look like any alcohol I’ve seen. It’s bright blue. I try to decline, but she insists I take a sip. It’s very bitter. I cough and she chuckles.
I’m sniffling. More from the renewed loss of my husband than from the cold.
“You poor dear. You’re so cold. Here, have another sip.” She says cloyingly as she attempts to push the flask into my hands.
I utter a brief response amidst my tears. “I’ll be alright. Thanks.”
“Alright dear.” She sets down the flask and lifts up a blanket. “Here. We’ll wrap you in this then. So you don’t catch a cold.”
I stand up and she wraps the blanket around my body. She doesn’t let go. Her arms curl tightly around me. She presses her cheek against mine.
“Please let go.”
“Oh now, don’t say that. We’re only just getting to know each other.”
I struggle against her embrace. “Let go!”
She chuckles and tightens her grip.
I start struggling more frantically as she restrains me. But I can feel my movements becoming more sluggish. I hear her cackle through my screams.
The door slams open but I can hardly react to see who it is before I’m thrown onto the bed.
I can hear a struggle. I try to roll over and see who stopped the witch, but I can barely move now.
I feel cold, rough hands lift me into their arms and carry me back out into the rain. But for some reason I am not afraid. Before my vision goes completely dark I try to look at my rescuer’s face. He has white hair, but his skin is olive green and leathery.
The last thing I hear before I lose consciousness is a woman screeching: “I’ll kill you alligator man! Just like I would any four-legged gator! You hear me? I’ll kill you!”
~
In the morning, I am told that Dr. Han wishes to see me and I’m escorted to his laboratory in the swamp.
As I enter the building, a shapely brunette leading two cloaked figures approaches me.
“You’re Mrs. Choi?”
“Yes,” I responded, watching the two figures as they walk away. They’re completely concealed. Even their hands and faces. “Dr. Han is expecting me.”
“Please follow me. You may wait in his office.”
From his office I can see Dr. Han overseeing several men carry a gator from a gurney onto a table underneath a large, strange apparatus. They strap the gator down as Dr. Han turns to leave.
I watch silently as he enters the office and begins to operate the apparatus. A high-pitched noise fills the room as Dr. Han stares at his watch.
After a few seconds, the sound is stopped and Dr. Han speaks through a comm.
“Take him out. Put him in a cage alone. We’ll run the test series on him in an hour. And bring in another specimen.”
He turns to me before speaking again.
“Excuse me, Mrs. Choi, for the wait. This experiment is very urgent.” He pauses for a moment to adjust his tie. “Remarkable creatures aren’t they?” He gestures to the alligator being carried away from the table.
“I suppose.”
“I’ve been conducting experiments for years, exploring the possibility of accelerating the healing process of humans using extracts from these creatures. And about two years ago, I thought I’d found the answer. I conducted an experimental treatment on those who had been badly mangled in accidents. The results were miraculous. Bones, tendons, muscles, even nerves and skin mended completely in a matter of weeks.”
“That’s very interesting, doctor, but what does that have to do with my husband?”
“I’m afraid it has everything to do with your husband. I’m sure you’re aware of the plane crash that nearly killed him?”
I slowly nod.
“Your husband was the worst of the lot. He was on the brink of death. Completely broken. And horribly disfigured.”
I vaguely remembered telling my husband before he vanished that he hardly looked like he’d been in a crash at all.
“Sadly, several months after his recovery I became aware of some unintended effects-“
The brunette assistant entered the room.
“Doctor, come quickly. It’s #6 again.”
“I see. Mrs. Choi please follow me.”
As I followed the pair down the hallway I could hear growls. Upon entering the room I see a snarling man on a bed, writhing underneath the grip of three men. The left half of his face is covered with green leathery scales.
Dr. Han performed a brief examination.
“Another sedative, doctor?”
“No. It seems the brain tissue has been affected. Use the ice pack and monitor him.”
The assistant left the room and returned with a large heavy blanket which was draped over the struggling man. Shortly after, his muscles relaxed and he became calm.
“Who is this?” I asked.
“One of my patients.”
“Then this is…” Horror crept into my heart.
“The aftereffects.”
“I don’t understand- how-“ My voice trembled.
“I do not know. I have been trying to find out for the past several months.”
“And the ice blanket?”
“Reptiles cannot internally regulate their temperature, so cold has a depressant effect on them.”
“Reptiles? But these aren’t-“
And then I understood. Or rather I was forced to accept it. As much as I didn’t want to. Dr. Jumin Han’s patients were turning into alligators as a result of his treatment. And my husband was one of those patients.
I should’ve been distraught. Or maybe angry. But all I could think of was how Saeran felt he needed to carry this burden himself. I couldn’t imagine how scared and alone he had been these past several months. I needed to see him.
As the doctor walked me out I asked him whether there was any hope of reversing these effects.
“There is a slight chance. But my testing is far from complete. Against my advice, your husband insists upon taking that chance tonight. The risk is extremely great, Mrs. Choi. This treatment could worsen his condition or kill him.”
“I will talk to him.”
“Please do.”
~
As night fell, I waited for Saeran to arrive at the doctor’s office.
When he saw me he once again tried to conceal his face and flee. I grasped his arm.
“Saeran! Please don’t run away! Not again. Dr. Han explained everything. Including why you’re here tonight.” I tugged at his arm, trying to get him to face me. “Please, Saeran. It doesn’t make any difference. I’m your wife and I love you.”
Saeran still wouldn’t look at me. “You know about tonight?”
“Yes. Please don’t do this, Saeran. The risk is too great. Please just wait. Wait for Dr. Han to complete the tests. Please I can’t lose you. Not again.”
“I’m sorry, darling. I’m so sorry. I didn’t want you to see me like this.” His voice was gravelly but choked with emotion. “I’d rather have died.”
“Please don’t say that, Saeran. I love you. No matter what. You know that, right?”
“…yes.”
“Then please trust me. I’ve been so worried about you. I’ve missed you so much. Look at me please.”
Saeran turned to face me at last. Revealing his crocodilian face. His eyes shone with tears.
I cradled his face in my palms.
“I love you. And I don’t want to lose you. Even if it means being married to an alligator man. Please don’t do this.”
He muttered my name in a half-sob and I embraced him. He felt so cold to the touch. And his soft skin was replaced with scales. But none of it mattered. He was still Saeran, so he was perfect. He sank into my embrace as if he had existed for an eternity without being held. His hard hands clung desperately to my back. His ridged face buried itself in my neck.
“Are you sure?” His breath shuddered against my skin. “You can love an alligator man?”
Happy Valentines Day! I am,,, unbelievably happy with how this turned out. It took 5 hours and was heavily referenced from the OG. I just really loved the dream sequence and wanted to draw it so I did. Hope someone enjoys this!
Edit: it cropped my signature oof. Please click for the full thing!
