#darklina prompt

[the-element-siren]

Darklina Prompt

Based on a Hallmark trilogy called the Wedding Veil Trilogy. Altered so it can be a mixed friend group

Alina and Inej met as roommates in undergrad, Fedyor was the TA for their general history who they helped save from a bully and Matthias is his favorite cousin, who wanted to get away from his strict religious parents after he was able to accept Fedyor who came out to him. So after his first year at college in Fjeda, he transferred. It didn't help that they kept trying to force women on him so he could find the "perfect traditional" wives.

The four of them have stayed friends and make it a point to meet up every four months for a two-week travel vacation where they get lost in some random tourist trap city. On their current trip to Bhez Ju, they find this random broach that has a very old symbol of luck. It's said to bring the owner luck where they needed the most. Inej, in a completely out-character move, demands that they buy it and Alina should be the first to have it. She finally ended the toxic mess that was her situation with Mal. Calling it a relationship is an insult to the word. They all agree and split the cost and return home.

Except for Matthias, who is in Halmhend (Fjerdan border town), the others are scattered all over Ravka. Alina is in Os Alta as a curator for their Ravkan Art Museum. Inej is in Novokribirsk, running a program for abused and kidnapped children. Matthias works with a security firm in IT and as one of their translators, he speaks Ravkan, Fjerdan, and Shu. Fedyor runs a culinary department at a small university in Adena.

Alina meets Aleksander at a food festival, he runs the charity division of his family's foundation. He was looking into donating funds to their restoration department, which has been losing funding and painters regularly for the last few years.

Inej's program is at risk of losing its building. Some company is buying up older buildings so they can knock them down and build some hotel or other building. Aleksander puts her in touch with his frat brother, Kaz, and his assistant Jesper, who is very good at finding ways to help create funding for programs like this.

Nina, Kaz's foster sister, is a type of federal law enforcement and needs some specialty digital assistance. She's trying to link a group to a very big crime and needs a good codebreaker and linguist. Matthias is recommended to her.

Ivan, Aleksander's cousin, joined the university as a language professor. He and Fedyor's offices are right next door. They barely talk outside of pleasantries. Something happens, then bonding, followed by some slowburn. The entire university is shipping them.

[darklinadec]

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Thank you everyone for your patience; we can't wait to see what you'll create!

We also have a list version for easier reading:

[orlissa]

I don't want to write it, because I have more than enough WIPs, but an amusing story idea/prompt:

Post-Aleksander and Alina take the throne of Ravka. Alina thought that she was prepared for everything that would be needed of her as Tsaritsa: diplomacy, audiences, budget meetings, charity ventures... What she did not prepare for--what didn't even cross her mind--is one of the Tsaritsa's unofficial, but extremely important roles: matchmaker for the nobility

[keira63fic]

Canonverse Darklina Prompts

Collection of the Twitter canonverse prompt-fills I've done.

[anamazingangie]

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prompt fills are generally between 100-1000 words.

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mostly writing Daemon x Rhaenyra these days!

[sailor-hufflepuff]

I did it. I wrote it. (Well, part 1 at least, because it spun out of control.) As a bonus, here’s what I imagine Alina-as-Sailor Sun:

combine your first real fandom with your current one to create a terrible, terrible au

[marvelmusing]

Thirst Tweets

part of the Q&A Universe

Pairing: Darklina x Fem!Reader (Actors AU)

Summary: With Aleksander and Alina by your side, you suffer through the mortifying ordeal of reading thirst tweets to promote your new film.

Warnings [18+]: discussions of sex, thirst tweets, mentions of filming intimate scenes, hair pulling

Part One • My Masterlist

“So, in front of each of you is a pot filled with tweets about one of your costars,” the producer explains as the people behind the camera make their final preparations before starting filming.

“Who’ve I got…?” you muse, spinning the pot so that you can see the label on the front of it. “Oh, Aleksander.” Frowning, you lean to look at the other two pots on either side of you. “Who has me?”

Alina turns her pot and the two of you lean closer to read the label.

“I do.”

“Then Sasha has Alina��s,” you conclude as Alina settles back in her chair.

He tilts his pot slightly, eyes narrowing as he checks his own label. Then he nods.

“Yes,” he confirms.

“Okay,” the producer says with a smile. “Once we start filming, there’ll be just a quick introduction and then we’ll jump right into it.”

“Quick question,” you say, which has both Aleksander and Alina turning to look at you. “Are these tweets the dirty kind or the weird kind?”

The producer blinks at you, tilting her head aside in confusion.

“I’m sorry?”

“Well, I’ve seen these sort of videos before, and sometimes they’re more funny than filthy, and I was just wondering what kind of video ours is going to be.”

“I think we should just find out,” Alina remarks with a grin, already peering down into her pot filled with tweets about you.

“I’d prefer to be prepared,” you reason.

“As would I,” Aleksander agrees. Alina huffs, rolling her eyes playfully.

“Why don’t I go first and test the waters for you?”

You nod.

“Alright.”

The producer retreats behind the camera, giving you a small countdown before filming begins. Clearing your throat, you straighten in your seat, smoothing down your clothes to ensure you’re presentable. Aleksander nudges his elbow against yours, bringing your eyes to his, and he gives you a soft reassuring smile.

Then filming begins.

“I’m Alina Starkova.”

She tilts her head at you, prompting you to introduce yourself as well. Once you do, you turn to Aleksander.

“I’m Aleksander Morozov, and today we are reading thirst tweets.”

Alina wastes no time, rummaging through the pieces of card in the pot in front of her. Knowing she’s about to read something about you out loud has you tapping your foot nervously. Aleksander loops his pinkie around yours, giving it a gentle squeeze which makes you smile at him.

“It’s this photo of you,” Alina announces, once she’s made her selection.

She turns the piece of card around so that you and Aleksander can see. The image is a screen-cap from the film, where your character is sitting on a window seat wearing her nightdress, the early morning sun glowing behind her. When Alina turns the card back around, her brows scrunch together as she reads the rest of the tweet.

“Just me on my knees for this goddess.”

“That’s not too bad,” you reason, looking at Aleksander for his opinion. He nods, leaning further onto his elbow on the arm of his chair - the one closest to you.

“Quite the compliment really,” he adds in agreement. Alina laughs.

“Let me finish reading.” She reaches over to swat at your knee - bare due to the skirt you’re wearing - which makes you pout, feigning offence at her show of violence to ignore how your skin tingles at her touch. “Just me on my knees for this goddess. Let me get between those thighs, I want to drink her like a sweet summer wine.”

“Um, okay.”

She laughs again, raising a brow at your reaction.

“Okay?”

“Well what am I supposed to say?” You direct your gaze towards the camera. “Thank you.” Quickly, you turn to your left. “Aleksander, your turn now.”

He sighs. Reaching into his pot, he pulls out the first card he can get hold of. There’s a moment of anticipation, as his eyes scour over the words printed there. Then he says in the calmest, most neutral tone you’ve heard from him,

“I would do the most depraved things imaginable to have Alina Starkova’s tits in my mouth.”

A startled laugh gets caught in your throat as you clasp your hands over your face, your cheeks heating at the sound of Aleksander saying such things so casually. Alina laughs uncontrollably, her face flushed giddily as she slides down in her chair.

“I hope that goes in the video,” she says through her laughter. “Because I will immediately be setting that as my ringtone.”

“You along with half the people watching this,” you remark quietly.

Aleksander lowers the card, shooting a scandalised look at you both.

“You know you love us,” Alina teases, wiggling her fingers at him. Aleksander shakes his head with a soft laugh, attempting to hide his smile with faux disapproval.

“Brats, both of you.” He nudges your knee with his. “Your turn now.”

A pout puckers at your lips, and your features crinkling petulantly at the humiliating thought of reading out something horrifically dirty regarding Aleksander. Sensing your reluctance, Alina holds out her hand for you to take.

“I’ll hold your hand, baby.”

Her rings are cool against your skin as she curls her fingers around yours, and she presses her lips chastely to your knuckles, making an affectionate kiss sound as she does so. With your other hand, you reach for a card from the pot.

“It’s just this photo of you…” Turning the card around, you show them a candid image of Aleksander on set. “…and then it says-”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you shake your head.

“Go on,” Alina encourages you.

“I know his dick is big.”

Alina takes the card from you, examining the photo with an extreme level of focus which makes your cheeks burn even hotter. When you risk a glance at Aleksander, you find the tips of his ears are flushed pink despite the neutral expression he is maintaining on his face. His eyes meet yours and you look away quickly.

The weight of Aleksander’s hand on the back of your chair is the only thing you can focus on, alongside the blood rushing in your ears, as Alina picks up another card from the pot in front of her.

For the next half an hour, the three of you read out tweets until you’ve experienced enough embarrassment to keep you flustered for the rest of the afternoon. As you reach the end of filming, there are three cards left. The producer had explained earlier that all three of you would be the subject of these final tweets.

After some encouragement from the two of them, you go first.

“This just says that we’re the definition of bi panic.” That makes Alina laugh, reaching for her own card.

“I want all three of them to rearrange my insides.” Alina looks up at the camera with a coy smile. “Name a time and a place, sweetheart.”

She winks and Aleksander laughs softly, which makes your stomach flip. He picks up his own card, the final one for the video. He turns it over slowly, crossing his ankle over his knee as he reads.

His eyes remain fixed on the words there, reading them several times with flushed cheeks and parted lips, as he attempts to find his voice. He glances at you momentarily and the look on his face makes you squirm in your seat. When he catches Alina’s eye, she grins.

“This tweet is from Alina.”

That makes your jaw drop, your stomach plummeting simultaneously.

“What?”

“Go on Sasha,” she teases in a sing-song voice.

“I-” He falters, before he groans quietly through gritted teeth. “Alya,” he sighs. “This afternoon, I spent three hours in bed, between the two hottest people I’ve ever met. I get paid to lick her pretty thighs while he kisses her senseless. I have the best job in the world, argue with the wall.”

Alina laughs, clapping her hands together in gleeful applause while you and Aleksander you look at one another rather bashfully. Memories of filming with them both play over in your mind. The summer had been hot. The three of you had practiced one of the main intimacy scenes in the comfort of Aleksander’s trailer, with the chill of his air conditioning pebbling your nipples.

But there had been no such luxury during filming, when you were in costume - lace hemmed bloomers and a half undone corset. Sweat rolling down Alina’s calf, along Aleksander’s collarbone, glossing over your chest. The remembered heat of her mouth and his hands makes you ache even now.

Once filming is finished, the camera crew and producers exchange pleasantries with the three of you, before clearing out of the room and leaving you in peace.

Alina retrieves her bag from the side of the room, which had been placed out of sight of the cameras, setting it down on her chair. She pops her compact mirror open, checking over her makeup and you watch as she reapplies her lip gloss.

“Well, that wasn’t too bad,” Aleksander concedes with a sigh. He rubs the back of his neck, tilting his head from side to side.

“I found it quite enjoyable,” Alina remarks teasingly, flashing you a smile that makes your stomach flip.

“Of course you did,” you argue, stretching your legs out as you cross your arms. “This was all your idea.”

“I think you enjoyed it too.” She smiles, leaning over to tap the end of your nose which makes you duck your head bashfully.

“No comment.”

͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

The next morning, you’re tackling a few interviews on your own. It feels strange without Aleksander or Alina by your side.

“This is your first film with any sort of intimate scenes,” the interviewer states.

“It is, yeah.”

“And I’d say some of the scenes are rather… intense. How was that?”

Her question makes you smile, thinking about how much work you and Aleksander put into your scenes. The memory of his hand in your hair, pulling your head back to reveal your throat for him makes you shift in your seat.

“Well, I was extremely lucky to have such incredible costars. Aleksander in particular was meticulous when it came to preparations. We would run through our lines together, and then walk through the scene, trying out different positions and reactions to see what worked best for us both. He knows the safest methods to pull hair which...” Heat spreads across your cheeks despite the smirk tugging at your lips. “…certainly came in handy for a few scenes.”

The interviewer smiles widely.

“I can imagine.”

Ducking your head slightly, you glance down at your painted fingernails as you smooth your hands over your trousers. It still makes you flustered, talking about the scenes you filmed with Aleksander and Alina.

“The film is based on a book,” she says.

You nod.

“Yes.”

“And you’ve recently been involved in recording a new version of the audiobook.”

That makes you smile.

“I have. I narrate the story and voice my character. Aleksander and Alina also voiced their own characters from the film, and I think Aleksander did a few background characters as well.”

“What was it like working with them again?”

“The whole experience was completely different from anything I’ve ever done before,” you admit. “The three of us were recording in the same room, so there was a really natural overlap between our voices in our scenes - which I love.”

Being in the recording booth with Aleksander and Alina was so much fun. At times, the sexual tension between your characters had made you squirm.

“I love full cast audiobooks, I think they’re so immersive and fun. We included some of the soundtrack from the film as well which adds a whole other layer to it. I feel like we’ve made something really special together.”

“Have you listened to it yet?”

The thought of listening to the audiobook, now fully edited with your voice describing the intimate scenes between your characters, while Aleksander and Alina moan and whisper sweet nothings and dirty promises through your headphones, makes you bite down on your lip to suppress a nervous laugh.

“Not yet, no. And I wouldn’t recommend listening to it in public. Especially chapter nineteen.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she says with a small laugh. “Are you looking forward to the premiere? It’s your first one in a starring role.”

“It is, yeah. I’m excited - most definitely nervous as well - but at least I won’t be walking the red carpet alone.”

She raises a brow at you.

“Oh? Are you bringing a date?”

Heat rushes down through your body at the misunderstanding.

“Oh no, I meant Aleksander and Alina will be there too.”

She smiles.

“Will the premiere be the first time you see the film?”

“It will. I’ve seen a couple of clips and the trailer, but apart from that I’m going in blind.”

“Well, I hope you enjoy it.”

“Thank you.”

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[darklinaforever]

People like to ship canon couples sometimes. Such as, oh, Alina and Mal. I know it can be hard to accept, but canon is real and many people like it. 🤯

I haven't published anything anti-Malina that could have prompted this message but hello to you.

Thanks for the information, I too ship canonical couples. Tons in fact.

Malina on the other hand is quite simply the worst canonical couple I have ever seen exist, and Mal Oretsev, probably the worst written male character that is for me to this day. Hence why I don't like Malina or Mal. Whether this relationship is canonical or not will change nothing.

And I don't see why, under the pretext that it's canonical, people are forced to ship these two ?

I doubt you like Malina relationship specifically because she's a canon ship, (everyone has at least one canon ship they don't like in their life I think). This is not a real factor in itself. But you rather like Malina because for some reason this relationship is to your liking and that of others and this is your right.

I just find it very poorly written. Like the character Mal.

Also, I wonder if you think you're teaching me something by saying "canon is real" ? 😂

I don't love Malina. This is a fact that will never change. Other people on the other hand love Malina, it's their right and good for them. I will simply never understand them.

It will always be Darklina / Alarkling. No one can change that. You don't like it, well don't come to this tumblr. Quite simple.

[the-element-siren]

Darklina Prompt

Inspired by an Italian version of Beauty and the Beast. It's on Amazon Prime in the US and I'll post a link.

Aleksander Morozov was the envy of all men. Prince of Kirigan, happily married to a woman of grace and beauty and loved him as much as he did her and controlled some of the richest lands in Ravka. That was until one night when a fire broke out. His favorite cousin, Elizaveta lives with them as his ward until he can find her a husband. His wife's body was found untouched by the fire by a balcony, many assumed that the Prince killed her while others rationalized that she must have jumped to avoid the fire's path. The prince's face was covered with scars as though he'd been scratched. (Think his new look from SaB)

Alina and Mal live in the village and struggle to survive. Alina works at a bookbinder that paid very little while Mal barely ever manages to hold a job for more than a week and spends whatever money Alina makes in the tavern. He dreams of a farm in a new place with fertile lands and finding a beautiful wife. Alina holds on to hope that he'll finally really see her.

One day, Mal decides that he needs to change his life. So spurred on by his friends, he decides to steal from the Prince. He does manage to get into the estate and find some jewelry, Luda's jewelry, but he gets caught and destroys some precious vases. Aleksander decides to imprison him for now until he decides on Mal's punishment.

After hearing about what happened, Alina rushes to the estate. She is able to see Mal and they are interrupted by Aleksander. She pleads for Mal's life and offers to pay off his debt by working as a servant, Mal doesn't even try to object. Aleksander agrees and gives Alina the day to settle her affairs.

Sadly, it's one of the ones with ads 😔😔 but still so good!! Made in Italy but english dubbed

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

Fic Authors Self Rec

Rules: When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers!

I was tagged by @chthonic-cassandra thank you so much!

Unmaking the Heart of the World (Grisha Trilogy, 116k+, Darklina, Nikolina, Zoyalina, ongoing) This is my time loop fic that is basically every opinion I’ve ever had about this series combined. It also laces in more general concepts I’ve thought about and wanted to try to work into a story for awhile— chiefly the meta aspect of time loops, time travel, and reincarnation tropes and how that can be an interesting way to engage with themes of grief and denial.

I think the sheer length sets it apart from my other fic because I don’t usually get to structure and develop a narrative in the same way in fanfic.

These Truths That Shape Us (Hellsing, 3k, gen) I like this one for the horror elements. It’s part of an informal collection of “sins of the father” stories, that’s mostly about Integra reckoning with her family, her legacy, her own sense of identity and values within that context, and how that ultimately defines her relationship with Alucard. This one specifically tries to bridge the gap a bit between Dracula, and Hellsing as disparate stories.

Ever Ancient, Ever New (The Locked Tomb, 3k, Dios Apate) I’m proud of this one because the style is so different from how I usually write. On the theme of false forgiveness, the premise is that Augustine decided to forgive John at the end of HTN and that John eventually forgives Mercymorn, and his way of doing so is resurrecting her again, but deliberately flawed and without any of her memories. It’s all from Augustine’s POV who genuinely loves and hates them both, and it’s my attempt at exploring how complicated and awful that group dynamic is.

The Scorched Sea (The Grisha Trilogy, 9k, Darknikolina) This is a role reversal AU. It was a really interesting challenge trying to preserve the characters while putting them in very different circumstances with different pasts. I like the character work in this mostly where it comes to Aleksander and how he might think and who he might be if he were younger and less powerful.

I have a lot of ancillary worldbuilding for this AU that I ever want to come back to.

Éminence Grise (The Grisha Trilogy, 37k, Darknikolina, ongoing) I struggled to pick a last one but I think this one wins out because it’s longer and occupies more space in my thoughts and so I favor it lmao. This started from a one off prompt I got on tumblr that spiraled out of control. It has more silliness and social hijinks than my average fic but is mostly concerned with all the manipulation that would be inherent to a longstanding relationship between Alina and Aleksander if he had been able to just keep lying to her the entire time and the amplifier plot never happened.

Tagging: @jammerific @akilice @hannahofathousanddays @tirkdi @darkpoisonouslove if you feel like it!

[orlissa]

If you're still doing advent prompts, would you be interested in The Holly and The Ivy, my favorite version is the one sung by the Mediaeval Baebes but whichever you like best!

Day 13: The Holly and the Ivy

Alina first heard it on her way to Aleksander’s study—a sound unlike anything she’d ever heard before. Not necessarily unpleasant, but certainly unlikely enough to make her stop in her tracks.

“The holly and the ivy/When they are both full grown…”

The deep bass came from a side room on the hallway leading to the war room, the one Ivan often frequented when he did paperwork. But it couldn’t be…

“Of all trees that are in the wood/The holly bears the crown…”

Eyes wide, she tiptoed closer to the slightly ajar door, and, enticed and terrified to equal measure, she peeked inside.

“O, the rising of the sun/And the running of the deer…”

Startled at coming face to face with a sight that seemed at odds with the reality she knew—getting visual confirmation of the thing she would not have believed otherwise—, she backed up, then sprinted down the corridor and, rude or not, barged into Aleksander’s study without even knocking.

Concern alighting his gaze at her abrupt—and rather loud—arrival, he looked up from the document he was reading. “Alina, is everything alright?”

“Yes, of course,” she panted, pushing an errant strand of hair away from her face. “But I think I need you to pinch me. I might be dreaming.”

Aleksander lifted an eyebrow. “Ivan’s singing?”

She nodded wordlessly, not trusting her voice.He gave a little harumph that could have been the sign of either amusement or resignation, and returned his attention to the papers in front of him. “You’ll get used to it.”

[asirensrage]

I legit forgot I wrote this until it popped up in my notifications 😂

"You are a child compared to the lives I have lived" - like damn! lolll

Dark Prompts 20 & 38 seem like they would fit together...

oooo that's true. Okay, there were a lot of ways I could have gone with this, but i got two votes to write it for The Darkling out of spite and you know how much I love doing things out of spite lol.

Fandom: Shadow and Bone Pairing: Alina/The Darkling (well, it's referenced) Rating: M Warnings: mention of violence and blood, mention of kidnapping, being "given a choice", threats and being forced into realizations, forced to join (basically)

20. “You take him so well, just not as good as you take me.” 38. “Just don’t hurt them, please.”

“You take him so well,” she hears him say. “Just not as good as you take me.” She whirls at the voice, turning to see him sitting in the chair in the corner of the small room. The shadows hid him well. 

She shouldn’t have run. She should have stayed in the Little Palace and just accepted her position. “What are you doing here?”

“Did you really think I would let you leave like that?” He stands up and she can’t help but straighten her posture in his presence. He was her General, her saviour until she was told he was the villain. “Did you think I would let my mother ruin everything I have worked for?” He steps forward and Alina’s breath hitches in her chest. “You did not ask me for my opinion, my view point. How is that fair?” 

“You’re a murderer.”

“I did what was necessary!” he snaps. “I did it to save my people! What’s your excuse?” 

She blinks at him, stunned by the question. “What?”

“You ran the first chance you got. You could be the saviour of all Grisha, helping them to find a balance in this world. Acceptance.” He moves forward again. “And you ran.” 

“You wanted to hurt people.”

“A pittance against all their crimes against us! They have attempted to wipe us from this world. I have only harmed those who threaten or harm mine.” 

“You lied to me.”

“I did what I needed,” he offered. “I won’t apologize for that.” 

The silence is heavy between them, weighted by their words and everything that lay between them. She had given up the possibilities of what they could be and yet…she could still feel it. That promise. 

“Why are you here?” She asks, glancing around for the others. The place is quiet in response. 

He takes a slow breath before meeting her eyes. “I am giving you a choice,” he says. “You can return, help me create a better world for our people - the very same you still refuse - and I will ensure you survive, safe from the Apparat.” 

“He’s not going to hurt me.”

“His people will.” 

She pauses at that, thinking of the fanatic way people referred to her. A saint who needs to suffer. She shudders still thinking about it. “What’s the other choice?”

“I take you by force and in return I will ensure every person who has ever given you support is killed.” He says it with complete confidence. 

“You won’t,” she breathes. “You failed before.” 

“I gave you a benefit of the doubt. I played your villain. If you refuse, there will be no other chances. I will not be bound by your expectations of me.” 

“And I’m to be bound by yours?”

“I will do what is necessary for my people.” He looks at her in apparent sympathy. “You are a child compared to the lives I have lived, Alina. You lack ambition, compassion and the desire for justice. You are willing to accept your position in this world and do nothing to change it, regardless of those in power willing to sacrifice people like you to play their games. I tire of games. Make your choice.” 

It feels as though time slows as she stands there, staring at him. Her throat is tight, faced with the truth of her actions, her decisions. She ran because she does not want to be Grisha. She never has. Alina has long believed that to be noticed results in your undoing and as much as she enjoyed being desired by the man in front of her, she has always been looking for a way out. She took the first one that was offered and never looked back. 

Aleksander was the villain, wasn’t he? He was the cause of so much in her world, and yet he was not wrong. She never listened. She didn’t actually care about anyone she didn’t know. Why would she care for a world that never gave any concern about her? She only ever cared about Mal. If she hadn’t, she would have never sacrificed her so-called friends to the fold when she chased after him. And Mal…he was just the one constant in her world. Was she that afraid of things changing? 

“Your choice,” the Darkling says again. “Before I make it for you.” 

She meets his eyes. “Just…don’t hurt them. Please.” 

He offers her his hand. “Come willingly, help me make things better, and I promise they’ll be protected.”

“You swear?”

“Unlike some, I honour my promises,” he says dryly. 

Alina is certain she’s going to regret this. The man in front of her will bind her to him but she is not an innocent victim. It is time she acknowledges that. He has blood on her hands, but so does she. Perhaps they are not as dissimilar as she wishes they are. 

She takes his hand. 

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[darklinaserver]

AUGUST 20–27: DARKLINA WEEK

Welcome to the third-annual DDS August Darklina Week! Starting on Ben's birthday and ending on Jessie's, each day will have a different prompt to inspire Darklina fics, art, gifsets, vids, fanmixes, moodboards, edits, and anything else under the sun (or shadow!)

This year's themes are:

August 20th: Determination August 21st: Arranged August 22nd: Regret August 23rd: Kinship August 24th: Luminous August 25th: Immortality August 26th: Nurture August 27th: Alliance

Anyone is welcome to participate, whether you're in the Darklina Discord Server or not! If you're not and would like to participate, feel free to @ us so we can see and reblog your creations in August. If you'd like to join, an invite link is pinned to the top of the blog.

[qqueenofhades]

Completely shocking, out-of-the-blue prompt that I've never mentioned to you before, definitely not inspired by work:

Ivan is a grumpy librarian/archivist, and Fedyor is a researcher who comes by looking for information on Darklina and/or their connection to Nikolai, and he finds the background of a love story. Obviously, the main character is Ivan's Disgust at the Perception of Heterosexuality

The light in the windowless back office is dim, grainy, and often gives Ivan a headache within the first few hours of him getting to work, which is not ideal for improving his temper. (Then again, not much is.) And despite its flaws, he does vastly prefer it to actually having to interact with the library patrons, as there is literally nothing worse than that. Especially academics, who come in with their laundry lists and their obscure texts, their pet projects and their insistence that if he just looks harder, he's sure to find it this time. Ivan has entertained many, many happy visions of just walking out, locking the doors behind him, and setting the whole thing on fire. Not that he has done that, and he probably -- probably -- wouldn't. He needs this job. Employment for a notorious ex-special ops soldier is thin on the ground as it is, and especially when it means he can, if he plays his cards right, spend most of the day completely alone. But still.

It is now, however, winter break at Os Alta Imperial State University, which means the throngs of panicked students trying to finish their last-minute assignment have mercifully receded, and Ivan can mostly organize his boxes in peace. Or so he thinks, until the accursed tinkle of the Please Ring for Service bell summons him like a wrathful specter, sweater-clad and glowering, to the front desk. "What?!"

"Uh. Good morning to you too." The newcomer -- young, dark-haired, and holding a large manila folder which portends absolutely nothing good, raises both eyebrows. "Can I speak to the archivist?"

"You're speaking to him," Ivan growls. This welcome has caused more than one quaking undergraduate to flee in abject terror rather than ask for even one book, and he fondly hopes for a similar effect this time. But the newcomer -- too old for an undergrad, so probably an advanced doctoral candidate or junior lecturer -- is made of stronger stuff, and doesn't flinch. "Can I help you, Mr... ?"

"Doctor," the annoyingly handsome interloper (not that Ivan has noticed) informs him. "Dr. Fedyor Kaminsky. I'm the new lecturer in the history department, Modern Ravkan History, and I was hoping that you could retrieve a few records for me? Boxes..." He consults his notes. Ivan contemplates murder. "T-1343 and T-1345 especially?"

Oh, great. Not again. Kaminsky -- yes, he vaguely recalls that name, from a department telegram welcoming the new faculty and staff, but it is absolutely not germane to Ivan's further actions in any part. He knows what is in those boxes, and someone always thinks they'll find something there that hasn't already been found, removed, and/or heavily censored. Ravka's last tsar and tsaritsa, Nikolai Lantsov and his half-Shu queen, Alina Starkov, are a figure of fascination and mystery for plenty of people, even after the revolution and the establishment of the Konsilium and everything that befell them as a result. Especially their relationship with the so-called Darkling, Aleksander Morozova, one of the most enigmatic and controversial figures in all of Ravkan history. Doctor Fedyor Kaminsky thinks he's going to jump into his new job with that? Good luck.

"We don't have those boxes," Ivan says, which is almost true. The Konsilium strongly prefers, in general, that people don't look at them, and any other uncomfortable bits of their history. "Go away."

Fedyor Kaminsky folds his arms. "No."

Saints, Ivan thinks sourly. What has he done to deserve this purgatory? (The Konsilium has also tried to outlaw the Ravkan Faith, since they're all supposed to be modern and secular now and because nobody wants another Apparat, but old habits are hard to break.) He stares at Fedyor, who stares back. This is confounding. Why hasn't he run away in terror yet? Everyone else does.

"Sorry," Ivan says, and turns away. "Can't help. Good day."

Naturally, Fedyor Kaminsky does not take the hint. He's back again the next day, still politely and stubbornly repeating his request for those boxes, and when Ivan loathingly suggests that the library is on winter-break hours and does not have to accommodate him at all, cheerily asks if Ivan's boss, the director of special collections, would agree. The threat of workplace discipline (or Saints forbid, a note in his permanent file) is stiff enough to make Ivan finally, furiously recant. Fine. If Kaminsky wants to get himself fired before even finishing his first year, it's nothing to Ivan. Might be a perk.

So, when they're into the second week of the requests, Ivan gives in, stomps to the back, and angrily hauls down the boxes, which are gathering dust from all the times he has, according to the rules, refused access to them before. It's not wise for Fedyor to look at these materials in the open, so Ivan tells him to take them to one of the backside reading rooms -- which is right across from Ivan's office, and makes him grimly reflect that he should have planned it better. But Fedyor works steadily and mostly silently, which is always a commendation in Ivan's book, and finally, on one dead-silent freezing morning right after the Winter Fete, when they are literally the only two people in the library and probably all of campus, he gives in. "What are you looking for?"

Fedyor jumps, glancing up in patent surprise. They eye each other for a long moment, as if to be sure that Ivan Sakharov actually did, entirely of his own volition, initiate a conversation with another human being. Then finally, warily, he says, "What's it to you?"

Good, Ivan thinks. Good instincts, just in case I was in fact an informer for the Konsilium. "I don't care," he says aloud. "I was just curious. They seemed so important to you."

"I'm just working on something," Fedyor says, after a long pause. "Confirming a hypothesis. It'll probably get me into trouble, but -- " He shrugs, with no small amount of bitterness. "I'm used to that."

Ivan thinks about it. This can't go anywhere good, but they've been made a strange sort of partners in this buried secret, and he's almost gotten used to Fedyor working away outside his door. "What?"

"I think they were lovers," Fedyor says, after a final, reluctant moment. "Alina and the Darkling, that is, and then also Alina and Nikolai, and maybe all three of them together. I think it's a love story. And as for why this matters, well -- it wouldn't change anything about our own history right now, how it all ended. But the narrative has always been that the Darkling was this awful monster who had to be destroyed, and the Grisha were his secret shock troops determined to overthrow the country on his behalf, and that pulled Alina and Nikolai into some regrettable circumstance they couldn't control and that led to their tragic downfall -- you know. It's just..."

"What?"

"I don't think it's true." Fedyor shrugs again. "I think everything we know about our own past, about the fall of the Imperial House of Lantsov, and about the Grisha, is a lie. And if that's the case, then the Konsilium knows it, or has covered it up, and that means -- "

"Shut up," Ivan interrupts roughly. "Saints. Don't talk like that. Someone could hear you."

"You could hear me." Fedyor smiles a little, a shadowed eclipse, and it does something very strange to Ivan's innards. "Does that matter?"

"I... " Ivan's mouth is dry. He can't look away. Not for any reason that means anything. "Never mind," he says, which seems the best and safest option, if it isn't already far too late. "Go back to work."

Fedyor eyes him a moment longer, then nods, a deliberate motion indicating that he knows and understands Ivan is choosing to keep his secret. Ivan himself doesn't know why, or what it is about Doctor Kaminsky, the feckless and foolish and fearless, that's gotten under his skin. It could be -- but no, it's not, it can't be that. From time to time, the very brave or very stupid actually think that Ivan himself is good-looking and try to flirt, and once a woman actually asked him on a date, which was the worst moment of his entire life (does he look like a heterosexual?!?!) But it's just shallow, surface-level, not like they're seeing him. Not like they know what monstrosity lies beneath. I think it's a love story. As if love matters. As if love, and the simple truth of it, can change the course of history.

Ivan shudders, once and then again. He looks at Fedyor for a very long moment, allowing himself -- just for that short and fleeting instant -- to imagine something he can never, never have. He grieves for it as if it was real, and then he lets it go. Turns, and walks away.

[part-timewonders]

writing patterns tag game ✨

Rules: post the last sentence from your 10 most recently posted fics (less if you don't have 10 is also fine).

Tagged by @emseebeans!

And tagging @glitterwitch1, @manicpixiedreamedwins, @sternfleck, & anyone else who wants to play!!

twiyor prompt fills (chapter 4): If she hurries, she’ll make it in time for Anya’s bedtime routine.

never gave a warning sign (prideshipping): “Fine, fine… I’ll apologize to him tomorrow.”

sweeter when it's finally found (prideshipping): If it’s going to be anyone, it has to be him.

darklina prompt fills (chapter 49): They have all the time in the world now.

kylux bits and pieces (chapter 2): Both of their offices, as well as the Galactic Senate public relations division, have declined to make any statements.

the last taiyaki (prideshipping): They should really be taking this as practice.

you're my holy ghost (darklina): He puts the jacket back in the closet before Luda comes downstairs for breakfast.

the dark side of my heart (darklina): But if he has to live for peace to return to Ravka now, then his place is at her side, always.

caged by the choices that we made (darklina): Mal wouldn’t bet on the wedding happening at all.

see me as your secret mission (scandalshipping): Seth, watching Atem lead the way, finds that he doesn’t mind so much.

[pocketsofdaisy]

a masterlist of my fics [✨updated periodically✨]

Hello hi!!! I'm Mish and I write mainly for Reylo but occasionally have fics for other enemies to lovers pairings.

All are COMPLETE and range between M - E ratings. Always check the full list of tags.

This list does not include my current WIPs. Please refer to my AO3 dashboard for them. Also see my monthly schedule for WIPs.

Some fics have commissioned art so check them out under #pocketsofdaisy art

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Reylo

CANONVERSE

breaker of chains (post-TLJ, multi-chap, 45k words) - where Rey has a premonition that Kylo won't survive the war and rekindles their force bond (and feelings for each other?!) | enemies to lovers, forbidden love, angst with HEA

i am the son and the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar (post-TLJ, one-shot, 14k words) - where the Supreme Leader's plans for a vacation cruise get shot to hell (but still gets the love of his life) | Halcyon Starcruiser, family secrets & mementos, secretly hooking up with the enemy to let off steam, hopeful ending

i can't get it right since i met you (post-TLJ, one-shot, 800 words) - where Supreme Leader Kylo Ren recklessly names a constellation after Rey and then some | pining, fantasising, hopeful ending

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

never surrender (dystopia AU, multi-chap, 43k words) - where the First Order rules the underworld and Resistance Officer Rey is the mole that Commander Kylo Ren is hunting down | childhood acquaintances to enemies to lovers, forbidden love, espionage, bittersweet ending but somewhat hopeful

but darling, you are the only exception (modern AU, one-shot, 17k words) - cross-country train vacation and there's only one bed (or cabin?!) | strangers to lovers, soft fluff with mild angst

when it's love, if it's not rough, it isn't fun (modern AU with Magic, multi-chap, 15k words) - where Rey and Ben had a "thing" in the past and their misunderstandings come to a head at a party | Vampire Ben Solo x Vampire Rey Johnson, strangers to lovers, soulmates, creatures of the night having a sexually tensed Halloween celebration

MICROFICS

Reylomicrofics collection (multi-chapter, 4k words) - a combination of canonverse and modern AUs microfics done for the @reylomicrofics prompts.

Reylo Hot Ones microfics collection (one-shot, 3k words) - canonverse microfics done for the #ReyloHot1s event.

Post-TLJ: forced proximity & soft hand kissing for Supreme Leader Kylo Ren x Resistance Jedi Rey.

Canon AU: spicy truth or dare with Galactic Republic Pilot Ben Solo x Pilot Rey Niima while on patrol duty.

Canon AU: Jedi Summer Camp shenanigans with camp counsellors Jedi Master Ben "I don't know how to flirt" Solo x Jedi Master Rey Niima.

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GingerRose

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

you're all that i want, all the love (modern AU, one-shot, 3k words) - a screwball comedy of Rose and Hux's double date with Ben and Rey (which becomes hate at first sight) | strangers to lovers, coffee shop, pub date, soft gingerrose

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Darklina

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

one (1) ongoing multi-chap WIP

no completed works at this time