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So I wrote this #darklinaprompt a while back and then a bunch of prompt fills set in that world. Let's see if I can keep it going, no specific order to the them except date they were posted. Haven't come up with a title yet but if anyone some ideas, feel free to send them to me
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So i wrote this prompt on tumblr, it's up for grabs if anyone wants to write but credit where credit is due please
#darklina#darklinaprompt
"Any updates in the Morozov case, Agent Starkova?" asks Director Lantsov.
Alina spent her weekend in Aleksander's bed, screaming in pleasure through dozens of orgasms, no time or energy to search for incriminating papers.
"I've made progress in getting him to trust me, Director."
"If we have his Sun Witch tsarita then he will have to agree to our terms."
"There were once a thousand women and men in the harem of the Black Tsar. When he found the Sun Summoner, they were all dead within a week - every last one. Only a fool would try to touch Sol Koroleva."
"It's lucky I found you," the Darkling tuts like she's a recalcitrant child, "you might have frozen out here."
Alina only has the energy to lift a weak hand and bat ineffectually at his kefta.
"Silly girl," he says with an awful fondness, "I'll have to keep a close eye on you."
Aleksander rarely has patience for charlatans who claim they have the gift of prophecy.
But this one whispers his true name and that catches his attention.
“A Keramzin orphan hides her light,” the woman says, “find her soon and happiness will be yours. Otherwise, I see death."
The Darkling receives many expensive solstice gifts - pointless trinkets from the Lantsovs, and attempted bribes from nobles, generals and merchants who want favours or Grisha inventions.
But his favourite gift is the sketch of the Little Palace Alina presents with a shy smile.
"Just a taste, as a treat," Mr Morozov murmurs, pushing her dress up and tugging her panties to the side.
Alina gasps as he licks into her, thighs clenching around his head.
They shouldn't be alone together until the wedding night, but he makes the rules and so he can break them.
“we’ve got something exciting to tell you”, Alina beams.
their friends gaze at them expectantly.
“I’m—starting a job in Boston next week”, Alina exclaims.
cheering and congrats follow.
“well. we’ll see what the future holds”, Sasha smiles, touching his girlfriend’s flat stomach.
Alina looks deliciously debauched, asleep in his bed with his seed dripping down her thighs.
His mother is locked away, unable to whisper poison in his Sun Summoner's ears.
His coup is progressing and he plans to have Alina round with his child before they are crowned together.
Oretsev's a decent quarterback, but his attitude is poor.
"This is a lesson from your captain," says Aleksander as he fingers Oretsev's pretty girlfriend to a third shuddering orgasm, "a reminder that you should learn from your betters. It will help you be a better team player."
Luda can’t understand why their nanny—Alina or something?—is still showing up for work while she’s 8 months pregnant herself.
neither does Luda understand why Sasha cares about their nanny’s wellbeing so badly.
“it’s fine”, Alina sighs softly, “I feel at home here, after all.”
“never thought I’d see you again”, she says calmly.
Aleksander.
the man who loved her.
decades ago.
“so“, he says, “despite your efforts you aren’t in power now?”
“well”, she mutters, “I’m pregnant.”
“I know”, he says softly, “with our child.”
“but—how?”
“the tether”, he smiles.
@starkovzova Tell them to talk to who works on trains in Florida! If ours can keep running despite constant 80s-100+ during the year, they can figure out something