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[the-spacetronaut]

some old doodles i did a while ago!

[alinastracker]

malina week day 5 — free choice

false saint

a smutty one-shot inspired by taylor swift’s “false god” (ao3)

Alina Starkov had been one of the most powerful Grisha alive once, a saint —though a false one — to most of Ravka.

Maybe it was time to step into a different kind of power.

ruin and rising spoilers!

For the first time since they opened Keramzin up to Ravka’s orphaned children six months ago, the halls were quiet. Gone were the sounds of running feet and squealing laughter. Even though they only had four children, not including Misha, currently staying at the orphanage, happy children were often loud children, and it was the young couple’s top priority that the kids they took in were happy — as happy as any child who’s lost everything could be. 

The quiet was oddly startling, even though Alina knew that the children were perfectly fine, out on a trip into town with their teacher, Karine, and the orphanage’s gruff cook, Stasia. 

“Children should learn about their food early,” the woman had insisted, and so the little field trip into town had been planned. Karine went with, partly because five children were a handful for one woman, and partly because some of the children were still rather intimidated by Stasia. 

The children were safe, and Alina was enjoying the quiet. But every now and then, caught off guard by the stillness, came a flicker of panic, and she had to remind herself once more. The children are safe. The Darkling is dead. 

And though the home was quiet, she was not alone.

Alina pressed her forehead against one of the full length windows of the upstairs reading nook. They had wanted this room to be comfy and bright, and the large windows that faced the back of the property certainly assured that. She could see Mal down there, tending to the garden, his hands deep inside of the dirt. For a moment, she let all of her worries float away and pictured his fingers deep inside of her instead. She had to squeeze her thighs together as heat rushed to her center, demanding friction. 

The sun was shining brightly through the window, and so she angled herself to stand fully in its rays. Alina brought her hand up, letting her fingers play in the light, forcing her sinful thoughts away. She couldn’t say how long she stayed that way, lost in her longing, but it was long enough that Mal had finished in the garden and had come to sneak up behind her. 

“Playing with the light again?” he murmured as his arms wrapped around her. 

Alina nodded, leaning back against his chest.

Mal pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Want to talk about it?”

It was what they always asked each other when they got into these moods, when she became entranced with the sunlight, and he found himself stuck silent and still in the woods. Sometimes the longing hurt, and sometimes it was just the pull to be in the element again — welcoming an old friend, rather than feeling the hole left in its absence. 

“I was just thinking that I miss the feeling sometimes,” Alina sighed. “When I summoned, it was like every inch of my skin was brushed with the softest warmth. I can feel something close to it sometimes, standing in the light like this. Just not as . . . wholly.” 

Mal was quiet for a moment, and she knew if she looked over her shoulder, she’d find the small pinch between his brows that indicated he was thinking. She knew the exact moment when his mind had come to a conclusion, feeling the way his body relaxed. 

“Perhaps,” he murmured, angling himself so his lips just brushed her ear as his hands moved to grip her hips, “it would help if the sun could hit every inch of you.” 

Desire returned thick between her thighs, if it had ever truly gone away. “What are you implying?”

“I think you know.”

He was right, she knew exactly what he meant. But they were out in the open, standing right in front of a window. The children were gone, though. The staff, too. There would always be the chance that someone came stumbling into their backyard and looked up, but maybe the risk made it all the better. 

She had been one of the most powerful Grisha alive once, a saint —though a false one — to most of Ravka.

Maybe it was time to step into a different kind of power.

She took one slow, steady breath, channeling her confidence. 

“Then undress me, Malyen.” 

Mal tensed for a singular breath, then brought his hands around her again, feeling his way up her chest until his fingers found the first button of her shirt. He took his time undoing each one, letting their skin brush each time more of her was bared. When he had the last button undone, the shirt was tossed lazily away. Mal’s hands continued their journey down her body, though her skirt took considerably less time to remove. 

Standing in nothing but her under clothes, Alina closed her eyes, soaking in the feeling of the sunlight brushing new parts of her. She thought for a moment that Mal might stop here. It could be enough, even if she still craved more. 

But he didn’t stop.

Mal hooked his fingers into the band of her underwear, and when she didn’t object, tugged them down. Alina stepped carefully out of the fabric, brushing it away with her foot. His fingers crawled up her backside then, and a moment later, her bra fell to the floor, letting the light consume her whole. 

Alina let her head fall back against Mal’s shoulder, bringing her hands up just as she used to when using her power. It wasn’t quite the same warmth that summoning had brought her, but it was something. 

Mal pressed his lips to the side of her neck and whispered, “Sankta.” 

Encompassed in the light, she almost felt like one. Mal had always had blind faith in her, had died for her. But saints had to prove they were worth the title. 

Alina turned, meeting his eyes. Mal could’ve sworn some of the light had stayed twinkling in her brown orbs. 

“Let me give you something to worship,” she said, and dropped to her knees.

Mal sucked in a sharp breath, but made no move to stop her as she worked to undo his trousers, dragging them down. His underwear came next, his half-hard cock happy to spring free. 

“You don’t have to—” he started. Alina shushed him. She spit into her hand — rather unceremonious for a saint, but alas — and gripped him. Any lingering words of Mal’s fell to the wayside as he moaned. 

It took very little time for him to harden fully with her stroking him. Still, she waited until he couldn’t possibly throb more for her, his cock hard as steel and bulging, before she brought him to her lips and sucked the tip of him into her mouth. 

Mal cursed fervently, his hand forming a fist in the tangles of her silky, pale hair.

Alina swirled her tongue around him, dipping into the place where his desire gathered for her, only encouraged by his curses and the almost painful pull on her scalp. His words were like a prayer, and he only got louder as she took in more of him, swallowing him down her throat even as her body protested. 

She still didn’t know if his size was a blessing or a curse. 

Mal was on the edge from the sight of her alone, those pretty lips he had spent years dreaming about perfectly parted around his cock. He saw the tears in her eyes, though, and so he began to pull back, only for Alina to grip his ass, nails digging into the skin of his backside. Let me, her eyes said, determined. And fuck if it didn’t make his hips thrust against her mouth. 

“Alina,” he moaned.

Her response was a brief, but not gentle, scrape of her teeth against him. Mal hissed, but he didn’t need to look at her to know where he had gone wrong

“Sankta,” he moaned instead, and it felt right. 

Even if she was a false saint, their love — and everything that came with it — was like their own personal religion, blind and eternal. Though the moan that ripped from Mal’s throat as his release hit was anything but holy. 

And this was what Alina had wanted more than anything — to bring him to the edge and push him over. It was a different kind of power, and she let the evidence of it dribble down her chin, droplets landing on her breasts and chest. Different than the blood a saint usually ended up covered in. Different, and much better. 

When she finished milking his release out of him, Alina stood. Backlit by the sun, she looked as saintly as she ever had. Mal licked his lips as he greedily took in the sight of her. She had, undoubtedly, given him something to worship. 

As any righteous man of faith would do before his saint, Mal dropped to his knees. It was not the first time Alina had driven men to kneel before her, and it would not be the last.

“Sankta Alina,” he whispered, bringing his lips to the altar between her thighs, his tongue forming a prayer that felt better than Alina thought possible. 

But it wasn’t just a prayer, it was a whole sermon — every lick, suck, and plunge a promise of his allegiance. He had her mewling and trembling above him in minutes, barely able to keep herself standing as he pushed her past her limits. And she thought, as he rose with his lips glistening from her cunt, that service was over. But Mal only turned her over and pressed her naked body against the window. The glass chilled her bare skin even as the sunlight warmed it.

Mal had his lips at her ear again. “I’m not done worshipping you yet,” he murmured, and smoothly thrust his hard-again cock inside of her. 

If anyone walked by outside or came into the reading nook, there would be no hiding their heavenly sinful act. To her surprise, Alina found the slightest thrill at a stranger discovering such a display. And as Mal fucked her with relentless devotion, she sent a prayer to the true saints that the glass held true. 

This time, they jumped over the edge together, in the way that only the faithful could. Screams on their lips, sweat dripping down their necks, pleasure so intense that it could only be called a religious experience. 

After, Mal scooped her into his arms and brought them to their room. He sat Alina on the bed, leaving briefly to gather wet rags for them. With a gentleness quite opposite from their frantic fucking, Mal cleaned the spend from her body, then his own, before taking the spot beside her, curling his body around hers. 

Though she may be a false saint, Alina could still feel the warmth of the sun on her skin as the peaceful call of sleep pulled her under, a smile on her face.

[radiorenjun]

HeartStrikes - Yunho

They say a heart can only take 50 strikes of pain before it completely shattered. A human heart made of glass and porcelain is the only thing that's keeping them from being emotionless, lifeless creatures.

A strike can be a painful thing. On the brink of excruciating pain they say the human heart made of glass sends vibrations in the air ghat caused the people in the same room to hear their aching thoughts from the shattered object.

A human heart could only bare so much pain and if it is not healed in time, there's no telling that the human could last.

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"Hey Yunho, do you have to go?" you asked with a whiny voice, looking up from your comfortable state on the couch as you clutched your pillow tightly. Yunho looked up at you as he tugged on the collars of his shirt.

He chuckled before you continued, "we haven't been spending much time together since your debut. It'll be nice if you just stay for a couple of hours" you looked up at your boyfriend, eyes glimmering with hope.

You were proud and happy for his success, and you were glad that he was finally able to do something he loved. But sometimes, you feel sad that he had to leave during intimate and cuddle sessions for practice or meetings with his group.

"I'm sorry, babe, it's urgent." he pouted, tugging up his socks. "The boys wanted to do something really cool for the MAMA performance, and I'd promise I'd be there for them since Mingi-hyung came back from his rest" he smiled, walking over to you.

He leaned to give you a soft kiss on your forehead, his hand caressing your head gently. You nuzzled against his touch, causing him to smile widely at you. "But it's been so long since we had a whole day to ourselves" you pouted, as he gave you another kiss, this time on your lips.

"Why are you being clingy these days?" he chuckled. "You know I'm really busy with my comebacks and practice, I really need to try my hardest to please the fans" he said in a teasing tone.

You felt a strong jolt of pain in your chest, as if something inside of you was breaking apart. You clutched the pillow tighter in your grip, keeping a forced smile on your lips as you gazed up at his innocent figure staring down at you.

You assume this was a strike of a human heart. "I guess I am being kinda clingy, huh?" you chuckled, your heart felt like it was being mutilated. "I'll see you later?" you tried your best to give him a toothy smile despite the jolting pain in your chest. With a nod, Yunho waved and left with a bright smile.

As soon as you heard the door close and you reassured he wasn't in the distance where he could hear you. You couldn't helobit your lip as tears glossed over your eyes, the door to your emotions on your chest opened with a loud creak, the glass organ slipping out easily onto the cushions.

There it was, clear as a crystal, lots of cracks and scratches surrounding it. Minute drops of transparent liquid flowing out numerously like a leaking tap. You grabbed it and shoved it inside your chest and tried to keep the door from opening, keeping your sobs quiet at the pain.

You saw a few drops had soaked the sofa cushions, leaving a dark black mark on the soft fabric. You leaned against the pillows, shutting your eyes tight as the television played loudly in your ears. Your hands over the small door on your chest, trying to keep it close.

That was one of a few strikes this past week.

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You grabbed a spoonful of ice cream as you plopped yourself down on the sofa, humming in content at the flavor as your free hand pressed buttons to decide on a movie. You glanced at the clock on the walls as you engulfed another spoon of the sugary cold cream into your mouth.

11:24

Yunho isn't back yet. He didn't notify you if he was coming home late like he usually did, yet again, you knew that his comeback is coming up soon and he's busy with preparing and practice. Yet again, you missed the small moments you'd have with him from time to time.

You hardly remember when was the last time you went out on a date. You sighed, looking down at your ice cream as the movie finally played on the large TV screen. You missed him.

The loud sound of your door opening attracted your attention as your head jerked towards the door. A sweaty Yunho appeared with exhaustion coating his face. "Im home" he muttered as he slipped off his shoes and put them on the rack.

"Welcome home" you greeted with a spoon in your mouth. Yunho walked passed with a small smile, raising his brow at you, "why aren't you asleep yet?" he asked, his hand gripping the saddle of his dufflebag. "I couldn't sleep, so I decided to wait for you with some movies and ice cream," you shoved a spoonful in your mouth with a smile.

He chuckled, "you're eating that again? You're gonna get fat, you know." your smile faltered slightly as your chest sends aching waves down your entire body. Your eyes watered slightly as you bit your lip but you lay your head on the sofa cushions in an angle where he could not see your face.

You fidgeted with the spoon in the ice cream tub with your hand, your other arm wrapping around your legs which were folded into your chest as you tried to keep yourself from screaming in pain. "I know... But I really wanted to treat myself" you tried not to let your voice crack as your chest tightened even more.

You could hear Yunho let out a small laugh, "alright then, you do whatever you want, babe. I'm going to take a shower" he shook his head before jogging up the stairs to the bathroom, leaving your weak form shaking in pain.

You shoved your face against the pillow to muffle your cries as you felt your chest open again. The glass organ popped out of its small space and onto your palm, liquid dripping out of the cracks.

Your eyes widen when you saw that the cracks were larger and more liquid was oozing out of it than last time. You shoved it back in and tried to close the door despite it being a painful thing.

You let out a small sound of pain when you finally got it shut tight, clenching your eyes shut to prevent tears from leaking out as well. "Y/n? You okay?" Yunho's voice reached you from your bedroom, signalling that he was done showering.

"Yeah! This movie is just so painful to watch!" you quickly grabbed the remote and skipped it to the emotional part as you wiped your watery eyes. "You're such a pathetic baby" he laughed as he walked down the stairs with his hands going through his hair with a small towel.

You took a deep breath before continuing to watch the movie, wrapping your arms around yourself to try and keep the door shut and you swore your heart had small dots of black liquid inside the transparent material.

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"Oh my God, grow up would you?" Yunho groaned, running his hands through his hair in frustration. "Grow up?" you exclaimed, your eyebrows raised in surprise as the oh-so-familiar jolt of pain rushed through your body.

"Yeah, stop nagging me all the time! I'm old enough to make decisions for myself and not have some woman cling onto my back," another few strikes. You winced silently as Yunho paced back and forth in anger, letting his emotions take control of his words.

"You're just so annoying and clingy sometimes and sometimes I really just can't take it. I mean, what part of 'im busy' do you not understand, huh?" your eyes widened as the door opened and your heart fell to trembling figures of your palm.

It was turning black.

Cracks surrounding the object as if some clear glue was holding it together, it was like staring into a bowl of water with a drop of black food dye added into it. It was slowly coming transparent to black and the excruciating pain was making your chest numb.

"Its exhausting to have someone always clinging to your back at all times and tell you to do this, to do that. I just want some time alone, and you don't get why I always spend time outside of the house."

Your ears rang loudly, muffling your boyfriend's frustrated voice but it was not enough to silence him words. Your chest ached even more with every harsh word he barked as you couldn't tear your gaze away from the object in your palms. It was so mesmerizing to see the black slowly colouring the shattered object, the pain felt so bad but it was so mesmerizing for it to stop.

Your head spun intensely. As your breathing became intense, tears uncontrollably streaming down your face like a leaking tap as your palms shook even more. Your body began to feel numb and you swore you almost lost your balance.

"I don't need someone to baby me 24/7. Y/n, I don't want you to latch on to my back like a sloth and holding me back from what I do best. I don't need you holding me back from my priorities. I don't need you constantly checking up on me." his words got louder and the black completely covered your heart.

"I don't need you."

Your body felt numb as the object in your heart turned from jet black to glowing red. The light illuminated the room with its bright glow as the room was filled with the pathetic sound of your voice.

It hurts. Make it stop.

Yunho paused his little rambling to finally look at you. Before the heart sent echoing waves of your voice across the room, repeating the same sentences. Yunho's heart broke at the sound of your voice.

It sounded broken, it sounded as if you had been crying for hours, begging for salvation. As if you were being tortured or murdered.

It sounded as if you were dying.

Yunho walked towards you hesitantly, making you glance up at him with eyes full of tears, your eyes wasn't filled with life anymore and your face paled. Yunho's face made you frown even more. He looks sad. Did you do that? Did you make him sad?

"Y/N" he couldnt say anything. He didn't know what to say to a girl who was trembling with a broken heart. His name was the only thing you could breathe out before your vision became blurry and you collapsed to the floor.

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Yunho gasped, quickly catching you in his arms and letting the glass that is your heart fall to the carpet floor. He screamed for your name frantically, his voice shaking as he tried to shake you awake. Your eyes were opened slightly but he couldnt see any life in them.

His voice ached as he continued to scream your name, pleading that you would wake up. Behind him was the glass object fully jet black, shattered but it was still holding shape. Fear rose within him as tears welled up in the poor boy's eyes. He grabbed your wrist and put his fingers on your veins, trying to feel something.

You weren't even breathing.

He got up and grabbed the black object and rushed to his car with your pale, still figure laying lifelessly in his arms. He tried to stable himself as he drove you to the hospital with tears streaming down his face and apologies bursting out of his throat.

You had to be okay. Right?

---->

They say a heart can only take 50 strikes of pain before it completely shattered. A human heart made of glass and porcelain is the only thing that's keeping them from being emotionless, lifeless creatures.

A human heart could only bare so much pain and if it is not healed in time, there's no telling that the human could last.

It's all up to the victim of the broken heart whether they want to be saved.

---->

You opened your eyes to see that you were in a bright room. Your feet were bare, your fingertips were warm. Your eyes felt as if you had just woken up from a really long nap and for the first time in so long, you felt no pain. You felt okay.

You looked around to find yourself in a hospital room. Right infront of you was... You. You were laying on a bed with monitors surrounding you, you were in a really bad condition. Eye bags surrounding the bottom of your eyes and your skin was pale as snow.

Your eyes darted towards the figure that was sitting beside the bed, clutching your hand tightly with tears endlessly streaming down his face showing regret and pain. He looked familiar.

He was sobbing out apologies as if your sleeping state could hear him. Laying on the table next to him was a heart-like object, it was changing colours. Red to black to transparent to.. Black again.

The voices were muffled and all you could decipher was "I'm sorry, y/n. I'm sorry." Y/n. That name. That was your name! Who was he? You glanced at the sobbing boy, he was clutching your hand tightly with both of his. His eyes red, his nose running and his face was red, possibly from all the crying.

Behind him was a door. A white door with a sign stuck to it, written in bold letters was "LIVING WORLD" in black arial font. You looked behind you to see a long set of ascending stairs leading to a bright glow on the ceiling. With a gate far up in the end. A sign was stuck to the ground near the stairs saying "HEAVEN" in fancy letters.

It seems as you are stuck between life and death. You glanced up at the familiar sobbing boy and you lifeless figure with furrowed brows before glancing at the bright glowing light at the top of the stairs.

What will you pick?

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I'm sorry this took so damn long, this is so short WTF. Hope you like it, I worked hard on this. Another heart au coming up is San!! Stay tuned!

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