#oc: sae

[ashtreegt]

a g/t story about touch

Sae’s Meditation on Touch, Freedom, and Warmth. 

Cutting through the churning waves of the Great Wine Sea is a ship, a merchant vessel ripped apart and rebuilt too many times to count. Her night-dark hull is one with the inky shadows, disappearing and reappearing from vision in great swaths of black wood, seeming infinitely large. She does not sleep through this night, nor does she any. There is no stillness that can be found aboard but in the air of the cabins below. 

Sae, residing down in the deepest bowels of the MS. Maelstrom, has never known total stillness. Their youngest years were spent in tree-bark houses that swayed in the canopy. Their oldest memories are heavy with the din of life hidden in the trees, the secretive whispering of leaves in the wind, the heavy flapping of wings, all of it now parodied and replaced by the lurching movement and unnatural din of the Maelstrom. 

It's not healthy to consider the past. 

But to forget… 

How long will they be here until they can't remember a time before they wore this chain? 

Sae’s feathers ruffle down his back, a prickling chill racing through him. 

May the world forbid it. 

Sae curls into themself, chilled despite the burning candle. They press their thighs to their chest and wrap their wings around their slight form. Their face stays uncovered, their gaze stays fixed on their newest companion. 

Melody sleeps in a canvas hammock, her head is thrown back and her mouth lays open, one arm hangs down, as wide and strong as an ash tree. Her hammock sways with the rocking of the ship, dragging her limp hand across the floor. There is only the sound of her breathing, of the gentle scrape of her knuckles over the floorboard. 

It is easier like this. To have someone in the room, alive, reminding Sae that they still live. Melody shifts in her sleep, humming a toneless note and turning her face away from the light. 

It will only last, Sae reminds themself, this facsimile of companionship, until the Maelstrom reaches Mailon’s ports.  

Then Melody will be free. 

Sae rises and stretches their pale, skinny wings, casting a shadow over the hammock. He hops into the air, gliding a short distance to land on Mel's foot, their claws digging into her thick woolen sock. Sae stares down at the being below them, her breathing long and slow, impossibly large, as most creatures on Red are. Her sock is warmed by the candle, but not much else. Hammocks don't do much for insulation, but this room is at least deep in the body of the ship, far from any night breeze that tries to creep through the hull’s cracks. Melody will be warm enough, large as she is, but Sae, slight and sickly from their years in the dark, cannot escape the chill that pricks them. 

They can only imagine that warmth. 

Sae’s chain hangs to drape itself over Mel’s ankle like grim jewelry. It's stupid to approach another creature, a sleeping creature. Stupid to come even this close. 

But Sae doesn't leave, stupid as it is. They take another hopping step towards the flat expanse of her sleeping chest, lured and soothed by the gentle rise and fall of it. It's just out of sync with the waves that rock them. Sae’s chain drags behind him, trailing up Mel’s leg, clinking gently as he moves. To her, the sound would be insignificant. Hidden beneath the noise of the world. By the scraping of her knuckle on the floorboard.  

It's loud to Sae. 

They step onto the solid plane of her hip bone, flexing their talons in the fabric beneath, warm with life. The living ground shifts as Sae crosses onto the soft stretch of her stomach, rising and falling. Sae's balance isn't shaken by Mel's breathing, they've earned their sea legs many times over. They stand steady just below her navel, gazing up at her face as he is lifted up and down. Sae can feel her pulse beneath their talons, can hear the deeper, stronger pounding of her heart only a few inches deep. To join her, Sae needs only to kneel, to lower themself to lay atop the life-warm coal of Melody’s heart. 

They do. 

The cotton of her nightshirt is warm as if it was laying in the sun, and beneath the fabric, seeping through to melt the chill from Sae’s flesh, is living heat. Sae spreads his wings, letting the strained muscles lay flat and slowly, bit by bit, relaxes into the tender warmth. A shaky breath escapes them, unbidden. He can do nothing but close his eyes and listen to the heartbeat that pounds a beat against their slim form.  

They won't fall asleep here. It wouldn't be safe, not at all. But it is nice to doze, to bask in the heat and the rhythmic beating of her heart. Sae keeps their self made promise. Their eyes stay cracked open, gazing out to nowhere, basking in the heat below them, infinitely warmer than the meager fire of the candle. 

Sae does not weep, but something tender and vulnerable unfurls in their chest, making their wings droop a little further. His eyes are closed now, savoring the momentary sweetness, and they are closed still when an unyielding, warm swath of thick skin presses them to Melody’s chest. Sae flails reflexively, their wings flapping, legs lashing, but the heat that surrounds them saps their fight the longer no harm comes. Mel’s hand does not come down to crush, just lays over top of Sae, palm slightly cupped to give them ample space. He could slip out if he tried. 

It's for these reasons that he doesn't. They stay beneath Melody's cupped hand and rest, contented and calm. Her hand is massive above him, though nothing at all like the violentsailors who would grab at him. Her fingers are long and delicate, the skin of her palm soft but for her calloused fingertips from her years of plucking strings. Sae turns their face into the crook of one of her fingers and sighs at the peace and darkness there. She does not move to hurt him, just holds her warm heavy hand over his form. 

Slowly, the chill abates. Their tiny tremors cease, ones that Sae had not noticed until they were gone. Their wings buzz with life, prickling as the cold flesh reawakens, and Sae stretches deeply, an unwitting coo welling from their throat. Melody hums in response, a deep, warm rumbling trembles through Sae's body like rolling thunder. 

When was the last time they felt like this? Safe and whole. Warm. 

The heat stretches its generous fingers through the whole of Sae's body, and continues even then. Sae’s brow furrows, their wings twitching with an energy they should not possess. Then, like a cup overflowing and spilling out, Sae feels it. The rush of energy, of power, of life- the burning familiar feeling of their body being overrun with Vitavi.

It is not their mind but their body that tears out of Melody’s feather-soft grasp. He flies across the room, nearly burning himself on their candle, and lands in a heap, leaning forward and gripping the damnable collar, pulling the iron band as far from his chafed throat as he can. The chain swings pendulously from their neck, glinting like a weapon in the dimness. Power prickles through their wings, but it isn't… it isn't… 

Sae chances a glance up. 

Melody has awoken, her enormous form sits in silent stillness but for the rocking of her hammock. She watches Sae, her dark eyes reflecting the candlelight. Sae watches her watch him, and breathes. It was Melody, and she wasn't trying to hurt him. It really doesn't feel at all like the chain’s enchantment, now that Sae is focusing. It doesn't hurt. It doesn't leave their body trembling almost too hard to stand, burning with an unnatural energy. 

“Are you alright?” Melody asks, her voice whispered and rough with sleep. “Did I hurt you?” 

“No.” Sae manages to choke out, still clutching the collar. “You didn't. I'm not hurt.” 

“You left in a hurry.” Mel mumbles, lying back down. “Why were you sleeping on me?”

“I wasn't sleeping,” Sae defends, rising to their feet and folding their wings behind them. The initial rush of Vitavi has abated by now, leaving nothing but a buzz of pleasant warmth. “I was getting warm.” 

“Ah.” Mel intones with an air of understanding. “We can share my hammock, Sae. If it's too cold here.” 

“You don't worry you'll crush me?” Sae asks skeptically, rustling their wings and gliding closer, landing on the barrel on which their candle burns   

“I'm a sound sleeper, I've been told.” Melody says, sounding as though she were already slipping back into sleep. Sae almost thinks she has when she speaks again, sleepy and low, her voice rumbling deeply through the still air. 

“Why did you fly away?” 

Sae stands in silence but for the slight rustling of feathers for a few moments, as if Melody might forget her question and fall asleep, but her eyes stay open and fixed curiously on him.

“You… put your hand over me. While you were sleeping,” Sae says slowly, swallowing past a strange lump in his chest. “And channeled your Vitavi into me. I didn't realize what you were doing until it overflowed. It…” 

“I'm sorry,” Melody says, stronger and clearer now. Sae raises his head to see Mel risen up on her elbows, her eyes still fixed on him. “I hope it wasn't like with-” 

“It wasn't.” Sae says, firmly enough that it surprises themself. “It… didn't feel anything like the curse. It wasn't unnatural.” 

Melody relaxes, sinking back into her hammock. Sae hops up onto the canvas edge, 

“Did it stay?” Melody asks in a whisper. “The Vitavi?” 

Sae pauses, staring off into nothing as they look inward. They can feel the warmth being pulled away, drawn into the iron collar. He can feel the prickling cold pushing in at the edges, snarling to reclaim him. 

“The curse is siphoning it,” Sae admits quietly. “But it's… slower. It doesn't hurt as much.” 

“Good.” Melody breathes, closing her eyes. “I didn't intend to send my magic into you, but I know why I did it… I can sense it, how depleted your Vitavi is. It feels like a cold spot that I’m drawn to fill.” 

“Yeah.” Sae sighs. “That's what it feels like for me, too.” 

They spend a few seconds in silent stalemate as Sae wavers on the edge of the hammock. 

“Come lay with me?” Melody asks, the raspy whisper like leaves in the wind. 

They do. 

[okthatsgreat]

oc-tober day 18: man come on u cant just run from your issues and anger by slapping a more noble title over your ultimate

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[nunezs-stuff]

I don't know who drew these I'm sorry I only found these on Pinterest but

Kianna and sae if they had a baby:

Rin and Yui if they had babies:

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[love---mandy]

Would you ever do a beach day with the itoshi's like i can imagine sae being fed up of all their shenanigans 🤔 😅

Oh absolutely I love beach episodes! It’s unfortunately still winter by me so the vibes are just a bit off.

The beach goers hate to see them comin,

I’m betting Ryusei tries to bury Sae in the sand at least once a trip, he hasn’t succeeded just yet.

[meadowfics]

heyy i was wondering if you Could do Sae byeok x fem reader Where reader is having really bad period cramps to the point Where she is unable to move without feeling Extreme pain and is throwing up everything she stands up for long periodes of time.

extreme sickness

kang sae-byeok x f!reader

the moment sae-byeok notices you curled up in bed, barely able to move while holding your stomach, she immediately knows something is wrong.

you’re usually up and about, doing things even when you’re tired

now?

you look completely drained.

when she touches your forehead, she realizes how clammy you are.

you flinch slightly from the pain radiating through your body, and it makes her frown deeply.

she doesn’t like seeing you like this.

"it’s that bad?"

she asks softly, already knowing the answer when you give her a weak nod.

sae-byeok quickly grabs an extra blanket, tucking it around you before leaving the room.

she returns with a heating pad and places it gently on your lower stomach, her touch careful and precise.

"stay here. i’ll get you something for the pain,"

she murmurs before heading to the kitchen to brew some warm tea and grab painkillers.

when she returns, she kneels beside the bed, pressing the cup against your lips, encouraging you to sip slowly.

the woman's free hand strokes your hair, brushing damp strands away from your face.

the pain doesn’t let up, and soon, you’re rushing to the bathroom, nausea hitting you hard.

sae-byeok is right behind you, holding your hair back as you throw up, rubbing slow circles into your back.

"breathe, baby. i’ve got you,"

she whispers, her voice softer than ever.

she hates seeing you like this, but she won’t let you suffer alone.

when you’re done, she wipes your mouth with a damp cloth and helps you back to bed, making sure you’re lying in the most comfortable position possible.

she massages your lower back and stomach, her hands firm but soothing, trying to ease some of the pain.

she’s never been the best with words, but her actions speak for themselves.

throughout the day, she doesn’t leave your side.

she brings you snacks even if you can’t keep much down, making sure you stay hydrated.

when you start crying from the intensity of the cramps, she pulls you against her chest, holding you close, whispering reassurances.

"i’m right here. just hold onto me."

sae-byeok stays up through the night, watching over you, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead when she thinks you’re asleep.

even though she’s not the most affectionate person, she makes sure you know she’s there, making you feel as safe and comfortable as possible.

she lets you sleep in her arms, the warmth of her body soothing your pain little by little, her presence a reminder that you’re not alone in this.

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ೃ⁀➷ chapter one ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ season one | episode one | part one

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header! please note this is a squid game fanfiction featuring original characters! read more about the main characters in this post and see the story masterlist for other chapters, i hope you enjoy reading! 🤍

˚ ༘♡ seong-ah moved through the bustling streets of seoul, her steps light but purposeful, weaving between pedestrians lost in their conversations and laughter. the afternoon sun hung high in the cerulean sky, casting long shadows against the pavement, while the aroma of sizzling fried food and sweet, sugary desserts wafted from the street vendors lining the roads. the city had an energy, one that was both electric and detached, alive with movement yet impersonal. she had spent a year here, and still, she felt like an observer rather than a participant.

˚ ༘♡ her gaze wandered ahead, catching sight of the small café nestled at the street corner. the signage was modest, the windows slightly fogged from the warmth of brewing coffee inside. and there, just outside, stood cho sang-woo. he held a cigarette loosely between his fingers, the smoke curling in the crisp air as he exhaled, his eyes fixed somewhere far beyond the present. he was dressed professionally, attired in his work clothes, dark slacks, an ironed white shirt, and a navy blazer, his tie loosened slightly as though exhaustion clung to him even in stillness.

˚ ༘♡ her breathing became somewhat apprehensive, her steps slowing. she pulled out her compact mirror, clasping it open with a practiced ease, scanning her reflection. no smudged mascara. no lipstick staining her teeth. not that her appearance mattered, this wasn’t a date. she couldn’t call it that. but they weren’t simply platonic friends either.

˚ ༘♡ when she first arrived in south korea from russia, everything had felt insurmountable, the language, the customs, the unfamiliar traditions of life in seoul. she had left behind a country that felt stagnant, a culture that had grown suffocating, chasing after something undefined but desperately needed. a better education, a better future, maybe even a version of herself she hadn’t yet met. but the transition had been isolating. she existed in the city, but she did not belong to it.

˚ ༘♡ and then there was sang-woo.

˚ ༘♡ their first meeting had been nothing extraordinary, he had merely stepped in to translate for her at a convenience store when she stumbled over her ill-spoken korean while trying to buy lunch. she had been flustered, embarrassed, but he had only been matter-of-fact, offering the words she needed before paying for his own items and walking away. she hadn’t expected to see him again. but their paths kept crossing in the way fate enjoys taunting strangers, and when she finally asked for his help with something small, a document, a recommendation for a bank, he obliged.

˚ ༘♡ she had come to cherish these rare meetings, stolen moments between his grueling hours at joy investments. he was over two decades her senior, an esteemed businessman with tired eyes and a clever mind, and though she should have found his reserved nature impenetrable, she didn’t. instead, she found herself drawn to the quiet spaces between his words, the way he carried the sentiments of something unspoken.

˚ ༘♡ and now, as she hesitated outside the café, watching the rise and fall of his cigarette, she wondered if he ever thought about these moments the way she did. questioned if, merely for a second, she was something more than an afterthought in his carefully constructed and affluent life.

˚ ༘♡ though, that was dangerous thinking, sang-woo could never harbor affections for a woman such as herself. their cultures clashed, their socioeconomic statuses were lightyears apart, and they were from two entirely separate worlds. she was a young woman trying to carve out a future in an unfamiliar country, he was a man whose life had already been written in ink, burdened by choices he had made long before she ever stepped foot in seoul.

˚ ༘♡ seong-ah cast aside the thought and stepped forward, closing the little distance between them. as she approached, sang-woo glanced at her, his expression unreadable. his eyes, discerning, glistened with something she couldn’t quite place, acknowledgment, maybe even a trace of fondness, but gone before she could be certain.

˚ ༘♡ she offered a polite nod and a smile. “hello,” she said, her voice serene despite the pang in her chest. “how has your day been?”

˚ ༘♡ sang-woo exhaled a final curl of smoke before stubbing out his cigarette against the metal trash can, his fingers deft and practiced. a raspy cough escaped his throat, a consequence of the habit he refused to break. “i’m sorry, seong-ah,” he said, his voice low and hoarse, “i know you don’t like me smoking.”

˚ ༘♡ her smile widened just a little, though there was an exasperated fondness behind it. “i know no matter how much i bother you about it, you won’t quit.” she crossed her arms loosely over her chest, tilting her head. “you always say you will, next month or after this deal, or when work settles down, but that never happens, does it?”

˚ ༘♡ a small, nearly imperceptible grin ghosted across his lips, but it never fully formed. “maybe someday,” he said, the words too vague to be a promise.

˚ ༘♡ she sighed, shaking her head, but there was no real bite to her frustration. the reason for her constant nagging was that she was anxious about his health.

˚ ༘♡ “it’s cold out here,” sang-woo said, shifting the conversation with the ease of a man who had spent his life avoiding difficult topics. “why don’t we head inside? i’ll get us some coffee.”

˚ ༘♡ seong-ah nodded, following him into the café. a warm gust of air greeted them as they stepped inside, a stark contrast to the crisp chill of the street. the place was small but charming, its wooden furniture well-worn from years of quiet conversations and late-night study sessions. the scent of fresh coffee beans and vanilla lingered in the air, wrapping around her and bringing about a comforting sensation.

˚ ༘♡ sang-woo approached the counter, and without asking, ordered for both of them. he remembered her usual order so effortlessly, a vanilla latte for her, and a black coffee for himself.

˚ ༘♡ they found a seat near the window, where the city stretched out before them in a blur of headlights and moving figures. seong-ah curved her hands around the warm cup, the heat seeping into her fingers. she watched as sang-woo took a sip of his coffee, his expression softening, as if the bitterness grounded him.

˚ ༘♡ as they spoke, their conversation meandered through the usual topics, his work managing stocks and handling high-stakes investments, her far more unremarkable job as a waitress in a modest restaurant. seong-ah often felt the depth of their differences in conversations such as this one. his life revolved around numbers, strategies, and multimillion-dollar transactions, while hers was dictated by the mandates of a crowded dining hall, balancing plates and forcing smiles for tips.

˚ ༘♡ but as she listened, she found her attention drifting away from his words and landing instead on a deep purple bruise shadowing his cheekbone. it wasn’t the kind of wound one got from a simple accident, it was far too grim with how dark and swollen it was.

˚ ༘♡ her brows furrowed together, concern creeping into her voice. “sang-woo, what happened?” she asked, her gaze searching his. “your face…”

˚ ༘♡ he didn’t flinch, but she saw the way his jaw tensed, the way his fingers curled slightly around his coffee cup.

˚ ༘♡ “it’s nothing,” he said smoothly, waving a dismissive hand. “i walked into something while getting ready for work this morning. i must have been exhausted and not particularly mindful of my surroundings.”

˚ ༘♡ it was a flimsy excuse. sang-woo was many things, cunning, calculated, always in control. but careless? no. she knew better than to believe that. yet she also knew him well enough to understand that pressing the issue would get her nowhere. he wouldn’t talk if he didn’t want to. so, she let it go. for now.

˚ ༘♡ he must have sensed her lingering worry because he quickly changed the subject. “how’s your cousin?” he asked suddenly, his voice shifting to a tone of casual indifference. “is she still sick, or has she recovered?”

˚ ༘♡ her cousin. albina ruslov. the name alone brought a complicated mix of emotions. albina had been more like a sister than a cousin, but their lives had diverged in ways neither of them could have predicted. raised in privilege, albina had married a russian oligarch at only eighteen and now spent her days flitting between luxury boutiques and extravagant luncheons, draped in silk and diamonds. where seong-ah had struggled to carve out a place for herself, albina had waltzed through life with the ease of someone who had never known hardship. and yet, despite her gilded existence, albina was prone to bouts of melancholy, as fragile as the porcelain tea sets she collected.

˚ ༘♡ “she’s fine now,” seong-ah replied, taking a sip from her sweetened coffee. “actually, i should call her, she’s probably waking up soon, and if i don’t catch her now, she’ll be off running errands all day.”

˚ ༘♡ sang-woo sighed, rubbing his temple. for a vanishing instant, he looked as though he wanted to say something, something important, but then he shook his head, exhaling heavily. “ah, never mind. go ahead. family is important.” his voice dropped slightly, quieter. “i’ll see you another time, seong-ah.”

˚ ༘♡ guilt tugged at her. she hated leaving so unexpectedly, especially when something about him, his bruised face, the weariness in his eyes, felt off. still, she pushed her chair back and rose to her feet. before she could say goodbye, he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek. the warmth lingered, a tainted, tender touch.

˚ ༘♡ “i wanted to tell you in a less abrupt way,” he murmured, “but i have to go on a business trip for a few weeks.”

˚ ༘♡ her heart sank. “what?” she asked, sorrow edging into her voice. “to where?”

˚ ༘♡ he hesitated. just for a second. “japan,” he said finally. “but i’ll call you when i’m back, alright?” his fingers brushed against her face, tucking a stray lock of dark hair behind her ear. his touch was careful, delicate, as if memorizing the feeling. “i’ll bring you back a souvenir. something pretty, like you.”

˚ ༘♡ her lips parted slightly, her expression confused. “please don’t try and flatter me to get me to stop asking questions,” she said calmly. “if you want to keep your business affairs private, that’s fine with me.” she searched his face, looking for something, an answer, a truth he wouldn’t speak aloud. but whatever it was, he kept it locked away. so instead, she simply said, “i hope you have a safe trip.”

˚ ༘♡ seong-ah turned to leave the café, but even as she stepped away, she felt the intensity of his burdensome gaze treading behind her.

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˚ ༘♡ “there’s a phone call for you, dear,” rurik’s deep voice broke the quiet hum of the grand living area.

˚ ༘♡ albina turned away from the polished mirror where she had been admiring her reflection, tilting her head slightly as she caught sight of her husband lounging on the leather couch, a crystal glass of brandy resting in his hand. the golden liquid swirled gently as he leaned back, his expression indistinct.

˚ ༘♡ rurik ivankov was a man of immense wealth, power, and influence, a figure both respected and feared in russian oligarchic circles. much older than her, he carried the sharp, angular features of a man who had once been strikingly handsome in his youth. time had not been entirely unkind to him, his ashen hair and dark eyes still held a certain allure, but there was a coldness to him, a detachment that reminded her, constantly, that theirs was not a marriage of love.

˚ ༘♡ no, it had never been about love. it was about status, wealth, and the unspoken arrangement between them, she was his pretty, young wife, a prize to display at lavish gatherings, and in return, she was granted a life of unimaginable luxury. it had only been a few months since their wedding, but already she had settled into her role, spending as she pleased, wrapped in the finest furs, dripping in diamonds, wandering through life with the kind of ease most could only dream of.

˚ ༘♡ “it must be seong-ah!” albina exclaimed, momentarily breaking free from her reverie. the fur coat draped around her delicate shoulders slipped onto the plush persian carpet as she rushed across the room toward the telephone.

˚ ༘♡ “hurry up, would you?” rurik’s tone was cool, measured, impatient but not unkind. he never raised his voice, never resorted to unnecessary cruelty, but there was always an underlying expectation in his words, an unspoken command. “we have to leave for south korea before nightfall if we want to arrive on time.”

˚ ༘♡ she rolled her eyes, though he wasn’t looking at her, and gestured disdainfully before lifting the phone to her ear.

˚ ༘♡ “anvara…” albina caught herself too late. she had spoken the name she had known seong-ah by since childhood, the name her cousin had abandoned when she left russia for a nation miles away from home. but she brushed past the slip of the tongue, continuing as though nothing had happened.

˚ ༘♡ “seong-ah, how’s seoul?” she asked brightly, her voice effortlessly mirthful, though a trained ear might detect the underlying boredom beneath it. “russia is as dull and miserable as ever. i’ve been thinking of going to western europe again, perhaps paris this time. or milan. perhaps monaco?”

˚ ༘♡ there was a pause on the other end. then, a hushed, tired voice. “seoul is lovely,” seong-ah responded, though there was no warmth in her words. if anything, she sounded exhausted. drained. “i’ve been more focused on school and work.”

˚ ༘♡ albina frowned, adjusting the diamond bracelet on her wrist as she leaned against the grand mahogany desk. there was something off about her cousin’s voice. she had always been good at reading seong-ah, even when they were little children.

˚ ༘♡ “you sound upset,” albina noted, narrowing her eyes as she twirled her dark curls idly between her manicured fingers.

˚ ༘♡ on the other end of the line, there was a pause, long enough for her to hear the faint hum of seoul’s city life bleeding into the receiver. distant traffic, muffled voices speaking a language that was still slightly foreign to her ears. even through the crackling static of the phone, she could sense something heavy in seong-ah’s silence.

˚ ༘♡ “it’s nothing,” seong-ah finally said, but albina understood her too well to believe such a blatant denial.

˚ ༘♡ her rosy lips curled into a small frown, unimpressed. “don’t lie to me,” she pressed, her voice taunting. “is it that businessman of yours? cho sang-woo?”

˚ ༘♡ there was no immediate response, and albina grinned knowingly. she had struck the right nerve.

˚ ༘♡ she had only met sang-woo once before, during her last visit to seoul a few months ago. the memory played out in her mind, cordial and refined, akin to a scene from a motion picture.

˚ ༘♡ albina slipped her black fur coat from her shoulders, draping it across a chair as she carefully set her leather suitcases against the wall. her light brown eyes immediately caught sight of the older korean man standing quietly in the living room. she raised an eyebrow and murmured in russian, “oh, i’ve come at a bad time?”

˚ ༘♡ seong-ah turned, her expression calm but with a hint of unease. “no, nina,” she replied in a measured tone, “he’s just a good friend. nothing more.”

˚ ༘♡ albina’s gaze narrowed slightly, her mouth pressing into a thin line. “you should be more cautious about letting these kinds of men into your apartment,” she said coolly, her voice laced with suspicion. “i hear they can be quite salacious people, not the kind of men you want to get involved with.”

˚ ༘♡ seong-ah stiffened, biting her lip nervously before speaking in a low voice. “albina,” she warned, her tone wary yet gentle, “he understands russian.”

˚ ༘♡ albina’s cheeks flushed faintly as an awkward laugh escaped her. she avoided the man’s dark, unreadable eyes, brushing a lock of hair from her face in a practiced gesture of composure. “how rude of me,” she said, her korean accented. “please, forgive me. i’m albina ruslov.”

˚ ༘♡ the man, cho sang-woo, appeared entirely unfazed by her earlier remarks. his expression remained calm, even courteous, as he gave a small nod of acknowledgment. “i’m cho sang-woo,” he said, his voice steady and deep. “it’s a pleasure to meet you. seong-ah has told me all about you.”

˚ ༘♡ not her proudest interaction, certainly. but in truth, sang-woo had left an impression on her, though not for the reasons seong-ah likely hoped. he was different from the men she was used to. he had a demeanor of silent calculation, a man who had learned how to exist in the world by keeping parts of himself hidden away. not quite cold, but distant.

˚ ༘♡ and yet, despite all his restraint, albina had caught the way sang-woo looked at her cousin when he thought no one was watching, eyes obscured with a carnal desire that could not be put into words.

˚ ༘♡ “albina, it’s not like that,” seong-ah said at last, her voice weary. “he’s just a friend.”

˚ ༘♡ albina let out an incredulous laugh. “please. you are head over heels for that man, absolutely enamored with him. i personally don’t get it. i could find you at least ten better, more handsome, and far richer marriage prospects here in russia.”

˚ ༘♡ “you’re so worried about money and status,” seong-ah teased lightly, though there was a faint edge to her voice, “it’s a shame you didn’t become an economist.”

˚ ༘♡ albina sighed dramatically. “if only i could do arithmetic. but you don’t need to know that nonsense if you’re married to a wealthy man.” she simpered. “regardless, i am right, am i not? you’re upset because of sang-woo?”

˚ ༘♡ there was a short while of silence, and then, barely above a whisper, seong-ah admitted, “he’s leaving for a business trip. it’s not that he owes me anything, but…”

˚ ༘♡ but. that single word carried so much significance. so much longing.

˚ ༘♡ before she could respond, a voice interrupted from across the vast living room.

˚ ༘♡ “nina! what’s taking you so long?”

˚ ༘♡ rurik’s voice was authoritative, a command, carrying from the grand staircase where he stood. albina turned her head, watching as her husband descended the steps, his soulless eyes sliciing through the dim glow of the chandelier above. he was already dressed for travel, tailored coat, leather gloves in hand, his expression one of mild impatience.

˚ ༘♡ albina rolled her eyes and exhaled in annoyance. she pressed the phone closer to her ear. “hey, i have to leave,” she murmured. “but i’ll text you, and you need to tell me everything, okay?”

˚ ༘♡ “of course. are you going somewhere?”

˚ ༘♡ “mm.” albina hesitated for the briefest moment before curating an effortless lie. “we’re just going to moscow. rurik has some business stuff to deal with. i don’t know, I only care about seeing what the stores have in regards to jewelry and designer heels.”

˚ ༘♡ “your husband sounds stressed.”

˚ ༘♡ “rurik always is.”

˚ ༘♡ seong-ah sighed on the other end. “well, i’ll leave you be then. goodbye.” the line clicked, going silent.

˚ ༘♡ albina stood still for a minute, gripping the phone as she stared at the floor, as if deep in thought. but in reality, there was nothing to think about.

˚ ༘♡ seong-ah would never know the truth. she could never explain what rurik’s business dealings truly entailed, or the kind of cruel people he worked with, men who operated in the shadows, orchestrating games where human lives were nothing more than wagers in a grand massacre of violence.

˚ ༘♡ this year, rurik had told her, they would be attending the games in south korea.

˚ ༘♡ his trusted friend, hwang in-ho, the front man of the infamous squid game, had personally extended an invitation. a private gathering for the privileged few who understood the art of blood and power.

˚ ༘♡ and so they would go.

˚ ༘♡ and they would watch.

˚ ༘♡ and they would revel in the brutal spectacle.

˚ ༘♡ a strange hollowness etched itself deep in her chest, but albina ignored it. she had learned long ago that it was best not to feel too deeply about things beyond her control.

˚ ༘♡ from the luxurious foyer, rurik cleared his throat. “are you ready to leave?”

˚ ༘♡ she turned, flashing him a beautiful and compliant smile that was as polished as it was practiced.

˚ ༘♡ “i’m coming,” albina said.

a/n: i am so excited to write this fanfiction as i have planned the entire story until the end of season two as i am waiting for season three to decide the ending! please let me know your thoughts!! 🤍

[angelxarii]

♡ chasing trouble - 18+

Synopsis: Sae doesn't have time for love and you would do anything but date an athlete. So when you and sae accidentally come across eachother at a VIP club, things take a turn. You're a game to sae - one he's sure he'll win. And he's just a hook up to you. What neither of them expect is that they were too far gone to stop.

Pairings: sae itoshi x F!reader | smau series

Content warning: explicit content, mature themes and language, alcohol

⟢Encounter

Kio honked her car horn, indicating she's outside. You poofed up your hair and applied one last dab of lip gloss. 

Your heels clicked as you walked down. Locking the door behind you. You rushed to Kio's car. Sitting in the passenger seat. Emilia lounging in the back seat. 

The drive was chaotic - filled with you three screaming your hearts out to the songs playing on the radio. Windows down,  the chilly tokyo wind blowing your hair back.  You and kio were pre gaming. (Don't Drink and drive) emilia was staying sober so she can drive you and kio back. 

You arrived at the entertainment district. Music pulsed through the walls of the buildings. The street was alive with girls in mini skirts and bodycon dresses, guys with button up shirts and suits were scattered throughout the area. 

Kio parked the car and all 3 of you sauntered over to the club main doors. The bouncer let you guys in. All of you made it to the V.I.P lounge. 

4 shots in and kio had lost sense of self restraint and sansity. Her cheeks flushed red. Gripping onto the empty stripper pole and spinning around it not so gracefully. Emi laughed, cheering on the recently broken up with girl. 

You however felt a hot prickling sensation at the back of your neck. Turning your head around to come in contact with.. a guy. Teal eyes burning your skin. You narrowed your eyes on him, not looking away. 

He was all the way across the club, sitting by the bar. Throwing back half a glass of liquor. 

He had reddish pink hair. Or so you thought. It was hard to determine the colour under the blinding LEDs. Intrigued. You excused yourself from your friends. Your hips swayed as you made your way towards him.  

Sae watched you closely. Asking the bartender for another drink. Kaiser sitting beside him, nearly knocked out from the alcohol. 

Aiku and Shidou were lost somewhere in the crowd. 

He stood up, you were face to face with him. He was taller up close. 

You craned your neck up, “can I help you?” 

You whispered teasingly against his ear 

“I don't know, wanna find out” 

He says back,  his voice monotonous, emotionless. Biting the inside of your lip.  You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into the large crowd of moving bodies

“Not gonna buy me a drink, pinky?” 

“Pinky?” He scoffed playfully,  lips twitching.  wrapping his toned arms around your waist,  pulling you flush against his body. 

“And you look wasted enough,  do you really need another drink?” 

“You can never have enough alcohol” 

Your chest pressed against his. Sae's hand moved lower, pulling a sharp gasp out of you. 

“What? Can't handle it?” 

“Pfft, please” 

“What?” 

“Let's do body shots. I'm still too sober” 

“Fine, I'm going first” sae’s lips curled, grabbing a handful of your plump ass. 

After the first shot, the rest of the night went by in a blur. Not much was remembered by neither of you other than the deafening music playing in your head and a shitty hangover 

Series masterlist: ⟢

Next: 02

A/N: not proof read, hopefully the first chapter got u guys hooked ><

Taglist: @vaelils @itoshi-girlie @spacetiex (lmk in the comments to join)

[ashtreegt]

melody and sae having a secret covo in one of the closets on the MS. Maelstrom

[okthatsgreat]

Just something cute, what Pokemon do you think your OCS would have?

*flirty* hey me and my pokemon saw you from across the gym and we hate you. prepare for battle

(thank youuuu @lesbitching and @last-ticket-home for some REALLY REALLY GOOD SUGGESTIONS!!!!!!!)

[li-an-nie]

ya I don't know either why he's poking his face like that 😭—

[kanroji-san]

Sae:* doesn't look happy after practice*

Kianna: huh...* put her nail polish down and walks over to him and opens her arms

Kianna: i-* Sae grabs her and squeezes her*

Kianna:( seems like it's working)

*Hugs him back*

Sae: They are fucking pisses me of. They are good for nothing. Trashy county, trashy soccer players...

[love---mandy]

Have u ever thought of fem ryusae and natsumi as a boy? like fully genderbent? I think it'd be cute (Love the art btw💕 Happy Valentines)

I have a few times, the idea of them being Girl parents in every universe is really tempting, but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to draw a male Natsumi, and more Fem RyuSae (I love them so much). I love the name Natsuto for him tho. I know he’d differ just a bit from Natsumi I’m just not super sure just how yet.

(Thank youuu,😭💗💗 Happy Valentines Day, even if I’m a day late)