#Laura fic prompt queue

[laura1633]

Ohhhh ohhh

F1 themed escape room!!

Okkkk hear me out

The fia decides that the drivers need to learn how to work well together so they set up an f1 themed escape room and divide the grid to pairs, when Charles hears about it he thinks it’s ridiculous and so unnecessary but everyone on the grid has to participate, he just hopes to go with Pierre or Carlos.

When Max hears about it he just rolls his eyes and says to his team that this is stupid, they tell him he has to do this for the sake of his future is formula 1, he just rolls his eyes again.

Two days later both of them gets an email telling them who their pair is.

Hello dear Charles Leclerc,

You were chosen to pair up with Max Verstappen for the FIA first F1 themed escape room (no changes allowed)

From : FIA

Hello dear Max Verstappen,

You were chosen to pair up with Charles Leclerc for the FIA first F1 themed escape room (no changes allowed)

From : FIA

Both of them don’t bother reading the fine print on the contract before signing it and giving it to the FIA, and only when they get there they realize that it’s not just any F1 themed escape room, this is an F1 themed sex escape room where you don’t just solve puzzles, you have to sex it open, there is no time set for the room to end, it’s done when they are out of the last door.

There are two replicas of their cars in the room, condoms, plugs, crops, lube and many other sex objects to be used that are released to them in order to get out of there.

Charles turns to face Max with wide shocked eyes, Max gives him a confused look before realizing the meaning of the room and he is as shocked as Charles is.

Eventually Max opens his mouth first “come on, let’s get this over with”

They get a note each time that describes in detail what they need to do and who exactly needs to do what to get the next note.

For the notes and what they do you can use your very interesting mind🫣🫣 I trust youuuu

(Also sorry if that’s a bit weird but I had to get this idea out of my head)

Xx

No need to apologise anon!!! This could be a very interesting alternative to grill the grid 😂

I have so wips at the moment but I will add the fic queue tag on this so if I get time at some point in the future I can return to it but for now if anyone has any ideas for puzzles feel free to add to it.

I am imagining stuff like having to insert vibrators to unlock locks and having to spank each other a set number of times to unlock another clue. And dare I say it but... having to come over one of the clues to make it visible (like invisible ink but it only becomes visible when you come on it). Oh god, now I am sorry 😂 😂

[brucenat]

BruceNat Fanfic Roadmap/Updates

I was debating whether to post one of these, then saw @gammacousin do so and decided to follow in their footsteps.

A gigantic thank you to everyone who interacted with my return post, who sent messages, who showed some love to Cracks Filled With Gold and/or old fics. It's really encouraging, and I'm excited to be sharing writing for BruceNat again.

To Be Posted:

Chapter 3/3 of Cracks Filled With Gold

Incubator (AKA Awaiting Edits):

A BruceNat nap drabble

AU BruceNat proposal + death drabble (prompt)

To Be Written:

Gamma radiation side effect fic (old prompt, smut)

Natasha is actually a little self-conscious about her scars (old prompt, smut)

OG6 Avengers organizing a reconciliation for BruceNat (old prompt)

Laura + Nat chat about Natasha's blossoming relationship with Bruce (old prompt)

...The "to be written" queue is quite a bit longer than that, but those are just the first up.

A note on "incubating" fics: I always let drafts sit for at least 2+ weeks before returning my eyes to them. Currently, I'm my only editor, and I find this time away from my own writing helps immensely with the editing process I also come back to my drafts hating them less, because I naturally hate all my writing when I first put it to paper.

A note regarding the recent troll on FF: I doubt anyone's seen this, but just wanted to assure that I've seen this person leaving largely incomprehensible troll reviews on several of my works posted to FF. It's fine (I think it's funny, and I'm also flattered, to be frank). Fics are still coming, this hasn't discouraged me in the slightest. :)

[tseappreciationweek]

What is TSE Appreciation Week? A week to share your love and appreciation for The Silver Eye.

How can I participate? Post something about TSE! (The week’s prompts can be found here.) It can be as simple as “I loved this specific thing!” or as complex as designing a full new wardrobe. If you have created something previously for TSE that fits a prompt (such as art, fic, playlists, cosplay, etc.), feel free to repost – but please try to keep it to creations made in this past year. You can participate by posting on any site, but we will only be monitoring for posts on Tumblr. If you post on another site, please feel free to submit using the submission button or let us know if you would like us to include it on Tumblr. Please keep Laura’s comment policy in mind; although we are not on the main site, we want to be respectful of her maturity/content requests and keep it a time of appreciating her story.

Do I have to participate in the entire week? Nope! Not feeling motivated for half of the prompts? We’d love having you join anyhow, but you can pick any prompts you want to post for – or post 10 on the free day because you had all your ideas for that. You can also post prompts for earlier days later in the week, if that’s how it works out – late submissions are fine, though we will not be actively monitoring for new posts after the end of the week.

I really want to participate but that week is a bad one for me. Feel free to get your post done as far in advance as you want and put it in your queue – trying to create everything the week of can be exhausting anyhow. Otherwise, feel free to post it early or late; no need to limit your appreciation to just one week anyhow.

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[nanyoky]

Macbeth but with the cast of Critical Role. Do it. I dare you.

What shall I do to avoid writing the fic I promised????? Answer this ask game thing I forgot about for months, that's what! I gotta stop putting meme/prompt stuff in my queue its just a recipe for completely ignoring responses...

Lady M: I'm doing her first cuz I feel like the knee jerk answer is Laura???? Her vex voice???? Murder babe. But honestly any and all would be so good but I'm giving it to Ashley for this one. I'm a sucker for a lady m who leans into some soft femininity. Just the sweet little hostess/housewife who thinks of everyone's needs before herself until she's alone with her husband and she's fully willing to kick him in the back of the knee to get him on her level (with love of course)

Mackers is ALSO very tough, but I think Matt? He's a plotter. He plays gregarious and affable just as well as building rage and bile. Could def see him as a military man with a slighter build who laughs along with his fellows as they tease him about only surviving this long by being wily, but dropping it and rolling his eyes the second their backs are turned.

Banquo is Liam cuz big dad energy. But also how much would he and Matt enjoy the haunting at the dinner party???? So much. Those two feed off each other's dramatic bitch energy like no others and I die every time.

Lady Macduff... I kinda want Marisha. Just because she can play sunshine and sweetness and setting that in the context of "everthing is gunna be fine, kids! Don't worry, it's just silly adult stuff..." would be so heartbreaking. Also tiny-but-a-lil-saucy-wit is amazing. Which means Travis is the porter- physically imposing and making aggressively crude jokes with this very small, scared mom about two seconds from throwing the fuck down with him for talking like that in front of her kids.

I'm with Tolkien, completely thirsty for female Macduff. Laura would absolutely KILL IT with the break of finding out about her wife and kids. And she absolutely deserves an eowyn helmet remove and "I am no man mother fucker" moment. Then immediately softening on finding Banquo's kid and adopting on sight? She'd slay.

Talesin is the doctor watching Ashley loose her mind. Sam, Felicia Daye and Mary Elizabeth McGlynn are the witches.

... now I really want this production.

[elialys]

Tentoo x Rose - Homecoming

I completed ‘Calluses’ (what I call my tentoo x rose ‘origin story’) a couple weeks back, already knowing back then that I would write more about these two because I’m having a lot of feels. Actually, most of this was written probably about 12 hours after I finished Calluses. It also happens to take place probably about 6 hours after the end of Calluses. Even though I’n not planning for this series of stories to be necessarily linear but oh well. 

I don’t think it’s necessary for you to have read Calluses to understand this, it’s mostly fluff and smut, but I’ll still encourage you to read the other one first, as it gives more depth to these scenes.

This is dedicated to my own metacrisis Laura (@spazmatazz) who literally gave me the idea for the first half of this fic. The smutty half is all from my brain. You can read this story on [AO3].

(I’m cautiously tagging @doctorroseprompts, because I think this fits with the prompt of new beginnings? I’ve never done this before so let me know if I’m doing it wrong!)

...

HOMECOMING

By the time they make it to her flat, they’re both getting a bit cranky.

Although the flight itself was only a couple hours long, many more hours have passed since they left that hotel in Norway. Lost as they’d been in their little bubble, they’d failed to realise they were coming back at the tail end of an extended weekend…which meant bigger crowds, longer waiting times, and unforeseen flight delays that snowballed into more waiting times as the day progressed.

They sat in that plane for a good hour and a half before it was allowed to take off. Once they touched down at Heathrow, they had to wait another forty-five minutes before being let out of the plane.

Through this whole ordeal, they happened to be seated right across the aisle from a single mother with two extremely unhappy young children.

The Doctor, while initially patient, stopped smiling around Hour Three of their endless commute out of Norway. When he started responding to her in mere grunts instead of actual sentences, Rose stopped trying altogether.

(All that without mentioning the half-an-hour wait to retrieve the damn suitcase, or the fact that they decided to brave the London underground for another forty minutes after they spotted the long taxi queue outside the airport.)

Hence them being a bit cranky by the time they make it to her place, something they’re both trying to conceal from the other with tensed smiles every time they make eye contact, when really, there is no denying how abysmal this has been. Rose is not feeling any better when she lets them inside at last.

Her flat, although decent, is neither big nor homey.

It’s small because that’s all she could afford in London on her Torchwood salary. She knows all she’d have to do is ask to be given a ridiculous amount of money by her ridiculously rich parents, but she’s been determined to be as independent as possible ever since she realised she was going to be stuck here for longer than she thought.

The lack of homey feel is due exclusively to the fact that she’s spent little to no time actually living here in the three-and-half years since she’s moved in. She hadn’t lied to him when she’d said most of her life in this universe had been spent trying to leave it. The place possesses the bare necessities, but little else.

No hint of personal taste, not much in term of comfort, and not a single photograph to be found anywhere.

Rose did not exactly plan on offering him a thorough tour once they arrived, reluctant to let him see how empty she’d let her life become, but she did assume they’d have to go through the basics– here’s the kitchen, here’s the bathroom, here’s the bedroom.

As it turns out, they don’t make it passed the entrance hall – not initially. The moment she turns on the light and his eyes take in her small living room, she knows he won’t need to see much more to make the right connections. His expression, which has been furrowed for the last two hours, somehow becomes graver. When he turns his head and looks down at her, she forces herself not to avert her eyes.

She opens her mouth to say something, defend her lack of a private life, but she can’t come up with  a good lie. Not that she wants to lie to him. She closes her mouth, eventually giving a vague shrug of her shoulder, her cheeks warming up as she drops her eyes to his chest.

She feels his palm upon her flushed cheek, his touch tender yet insistent, the way it always seems to be, pressing to tilt her head up towards him. She follows the movement, leaning against him as he brings his face down to hers, his second hand already coming up and disappearing in her hair.

The moment she lets herself melt into his kiss, she almost feels the tension trickling out of her; judging by the long sigh he soon lets out against her lips, he’s starting to relax a little, too, soon pressing his nose into that small hollow between her jaw and ear.

“Can we agree not to do that again?” He asks in a pained tone, his voice low and warm…so warm against her skin.

She lets out a soundless chuckle, that exhale sounding more tired than she anticipated; now that she’s relaxing, she’s starting to feel the strain of their journey – not just the last six hours of it. They haven’t exactly been sleeping that much these past few days.

“No more kissing?” She cannot help but ask, a teasing note in her tired voice. He answers by gently biting down on the sensitive skin of her neck, and she almost purrs, her toes curling in her shoes as her fingers curl in his hair. “Fine, no more planes for now. ‘t was rather terrible.”

“Mmm…” he hums against her pulsing point. “Your ruthless No-Touching policy did not help either. It would have made that fourth hour so much more bearable.”

She smiles lazily, eyes still closed, comforted by the sound of his voice and the feel of his breath, trailing down her neck. “I might’ve to reconsider things a little…” she breathes out sleepily.

She doesn’t immediately notice that he’s stopped the slow decent upon her neck, too warm and relaxed now to mind this small change.

“Rose?”

She reopens her eyes; she’s a lot more slumped against him than she remembers being, having apparently started to…doze off, too. She blinks up at him, forcing her gaze to refocus. “Sorry. You were sayin’?”

He’s scowling a little, but there is genuine tenderness in his gaze. “Not much. Conversation wasn’t exactly on my mind.” His hand is back on her cheek, his thumb trailing her skin. “To be honest, what I do have in mind would be a lot more fun with you awake.”

“I am awake,” she protests just as her body betrays her, letting out a long yawn.

She doesn’t resist when he pulls her to him, letting herself rest heavily against his chest; she buries her whole face into his jumper, drowning her lungs with the smell of him.

“Bedroom?” he whispers in her ear, and she reluctantly unwraps an arm from around him to wave a hand in the general direction of her room.

He’s moving, then, and she has no other choice but to follow, still heavily leaning against him as they make their way through her small flat, stirring them in the right direction. By the time they reach her room, the big of her sleepiness has passed.

“I’m gonna wash up a little,” she tells him, her chin on his shoulder. “Should wake me up enough for whatever you feel like doing.”

“I’ve never felt more seduced,” he replies, pressing a small kiss to the tip of her nose, and she offers him half a grin, her tongue briefly poking between her teeth.

She escapes his warmth as one would tear off a bandaid – swiftly, and in one go, stepping away from him and walking to the bathroom’s door. When she turns to look at him, he’s already sat down on her bed, looking up at her with tired, miserable eyes.

“Two minutes top,” she promises with a small shake of her head and an amused smile. “Make yourself comfortable,” she wriggles an eyebrow at him, well aware that in his vocabulary, it probably means his clothes are not going to stay on for long.

She’s quick to wash up, a little more than two minutes, a little less than five. She becomes so lost in her thoughts as she changes into her sleeping attire, already thinking about everything they’ll have to do in the upcoming days, that she doesn’t realise how…quiet it is until she’s about ready to leave the bathroom. A ridiculous amount of scenarios pop into her head, wondering what he might be up to out there; somehow, the thought that he might have simply fallen asleep does not even cross her mind.

And yet...

Lying in the middle of her queen bed in some weird, inexplicable angle, half on his side, half on his stomach, the Doctor is fast asleep.

Rose spends an indefinite amount of time watching him, her temple pressed to the doorjamb, before she forces herself to move. He’s surprisingly not naked, only having managed to take off his shoes and the one sock, before he’d succumbed to that ruthless wave of exhaustion that had hit her, back in the entrance hall.

She moves swiftly and quietly, pulling the curtains closed first, before focusing on him. She gently extracts his glasses from the front of his jumper, digging into both his back pockets to extract his screwdriver and psychic paper. She spends some time sitting at the edge of her bed, after that, slowly running her fingers through his thick hair, allowing herself a minute (or five) to feel overwhelmed with incredulity and gratitude at her current situation. As always, it is a bittersweet emotion, never quite able not to think about her other Doctor, and the sacrifice he had to make.

Rose doesn’t allow herself to wallow; not anymore, and definitely not right now. She sets upon joining him onto the bed instead, which is easier said than done.

She find herself thanking all her years of gymnastic as she wriggles her way into his arms, unwilling to wake him up from his slumber, just as reluctant to try sleeping out of his embrace. After some trials and errors, and a few unavoidable shifts of his limbs, she’s managed to slip between his arms, her back to his chest. When she gives one last wriggle of her hips to bring their bodies closer, he startles awake behind her. He tenses for a moment, his inhale loud and somewhat panicked.

It doesn’t last.

As soon as he realises where he is, and with whom, his entire body relaxes behind hers, and he breathes out long and deep against her nape. When he moves, she moves with him, allowing him to wrap himself more securely around her.

One of his legs come across hers and he pulls her to him, finding her fingers and intertwining them close to her heart. He nestles his face into the curve between her shoulder and neck, his nose briefly nuzzling her skin, before he settles down, his warm exhales already lulling her to sleep.

…

Rose is first stirred from deep sleep when his entire body tightens around hers and he gulps for air again.

She awakes to the sensation of his arms squeezing her firmly to him, her back pinned to his chest, their joined hands now pressed tightly to her sternum, nearly to the point of discomfort. She doesn’t move, letting him take comfort in the feel of her, more pained by his loud, quivery breaths against her neck and what might be causing his distress than she is by his too-strong hold.

When she does move, eventually, freeing her hand from his grip, she reaches behind her, weaving her fingers through his slightly damp hair, her touch slow, and soothing. Her caress helps him calm down, his inhales and exhales  deepening as seconds, then minutes pass.

His hold on her begins to relax, too…until she changes the way her fingers move, using her nails rather than the pad of her fingers to graze his scalp. The Doctor shudders strongly against her back, his entire frame instantly tightening again.

She doesn’t remain motionless, this time, opposing some resistance to his hold, needing to face him, to reach more of him. He quickly picks up on her cues, letting her turn in his arms; he remains as compliant when she continues to push, until he’s rolling onto his back, and she comes to straddle his hips, half-leaning over him, both forearms upon his chest.

Their eyes meet in the bluish light of a fast approaching dawn, and she sees in his gaze a reflection of all these emotions she feels, bubbling so close to the surface. Lust, although present, is not what dominates in his eyes.

“You all right?” She murmurs, her nails gently scratching his few days old beard.

He swallows hard, but gives a small nod of his head, before both his hands come up to her face, tenderly clearing it off, pushing back messy strands of hair. His fingers remain buried in it as he gently pulls her down, until her forehead comes to rest upon his, and she shifts slightly upon him, her own fingers curling in his hair. The first meeting of their lips is soft, and loving.

It doesn’t remain that way for long.

His hands come down, both his arms encircling her to press her more securely to him even as Rose begins to move, prompting a reciprocal rolling of their hips. It slowly gains in momentum, until she’s swallowing his moan, his fingertips digging into her sides.

When she straightens up a little, his fingers release her to grab the hem of her shirt; she raises her arms, wordlessly encouraging him, and he swiftly pulls the garment over her head. Having already discarded of her trousers and bra before she’d wiggled her way into his arms, the removal of her shirt leaves her in nothing more than her underpants, while he remains fully dressed beneath her.

She almost speaks again, half-tempted to tease him about his terrible state of non-nakedness…until she gets caught in his gaze. His eyes have completed a swift, appreciative overview of the sight offered to him, and somehow, entrapped in the heat of his gaze, the desire to banter with him dissipates entirely.

She craves the feel of his hands on her instead, longs to feel his breath upon her flushed skin.

It must have shown, because he’s pulling himself up, then, his face soon pressed between her breasts, both his palms and all ten of his fingers splayed upon her thighs, digging once more into muscles and flesh. She buries her fingers and nose into his hair, keeping him close to her as her head swims with his intoxicating scent and the sheer feel of him, as entranced by his silent intensity as she was on their first night together.

His hands move over her backside, sliding beneath the fabric of her underpants, squeezing to bring her flush against him as his tongue and lips move, too, capturing her nipple into wet heat, eliciting hot sparks of pleasure that shoot down and pool deep within. She ripples into him as a low moan escapes her; although quiet, the sound seems loud in the otherwise silent room.

It spurs him on, his mouth briefly releasing her to graze his prickly cheek across the oversensitive skin of her chest, before giving all of his attention to her other breast. Even as she sinks deeper into the feel of him, already slave to that throbbing need within her, Rose becomes increasingly aware of the roughness of his clothes against her skin, longing to feel him, all of him.

The Doctor could have happily spent the next hour or two carrying on doing what he’s doing, enjoying this quite a bit, especially the fact that Rose is more than responsive to it. He’s forced to stop rather abruptly when she grabs both his shirt and jumper and forcefully drags them upward, soon pulling them over his head with unmistakable impatience.

A shift has occurred in her, changing their slow, lazy build-up into something more urgent.

He shudders almost violently as the cool air meets his flushed skin, every inch of it now covered in goose bumps. The chill doesn’t last long, as Rose swiftly wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him with a fervour that would be quite enough to chase the cold away on its own. She does much more than that, though, pinning herself to him as she deepens the kiss, seeking him, and he groans at the soft feel of her breasts, pressed so tightly against him. His jeans have become uncomfortably constricted, almost to the point of pain; that ache regularly fades, his every nerve prickling with hot pleasure every time she rolls into him.

When even that delicious friction isn’t enough to lessen his discomfort anymore, he tightens his hold on her hips in a silent request, hissing softly against her lips. She stops her movements, pulling away to look at him. Still, they don’t speak, Rose reading everything she needs to know in his eyes and the constricted look on his face. She pushes lightly on his chest, until he lets himself fall back upon the mattress.

She frees him of his jeans and boxer wonderfully fast, with barely any help from him at all, discarding of her last piece of clothing just as swiftly, so that the next time she slithers upon him, there is nothing between them but flesh and skin and heated air. Their bodies come together in yearning, their kissing somewhat frantic, now. She’s everywhere and everything, soft, hot, supple, and all his, all because of him, his fingers between her legs drawing long notes out of her that echo through the night as she shivers and burns against him, so that when she guides him inside of her, the sound they both let out resemble a sigh more than a moan.

She clings to him so tightly, keeping him pressed to the bed with her entire body as she moves, creating exactly the kind of friction she needs, judging by her raspy moans or the way her nails sink into his scalp. He lets her set the pace, swift, deep, and steady, content to let her carry him forth – unable to do much else to be quite honest.

The mere feel of her, surrounding him so completely, is enough to send him spiralling up and up and up with each strong sway of her body upon his, each meeting of their hips, pinning her tighter to him with his palms on her lower back to increase that pressure she’s chasing so desperately, her breath scorching hot upon his parted lips.

She comes faster than neither of them anticipated, gasping his name as she does so, before the sound dissolves into a long moan, her every muscle pulsating around him, clinging onto him with so much force that he might have felt pain…hadn’t he been caught up in her wave, her rushing pleasure triggering his own.

The Doctor keeps her close, afterwards, none of them moving much at all, her body deliciously heavy upon his, her face upon his face, his fingertips tracing symbols into the curve of her cooling back. When she does move, eventually, she brings her face to his neck, pressing a soft, lingering kiss upon his pulsing point, before breathing him in, slowly, deeply, until he’s humming his contentment, the sound reverberating through her.

She’s moving again, then, her breath so close to his ear, causing a familiar shiver to run down the length of his body.

“Welcome home,” Rose murmurs.

His laughter is soft, and low, and a little bit choked up, tightening his hold on her as he shifts, just enough for his lips to brush her forehead.

“Welcome home,” the Doctor reciprocates upon her skin, having forced the quiet words passed the lump in his throat.

They don’t speak at all, after that.

They really don’t need to.

[eunhaebonfirefest]

CLAIMING OPEN UNTIL MARCH 25!

Hello everyone!

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[laura1633]

if you are interested in exploring threesomes I would go crazy for a lestappen + lando one esp after the miami podium!!! like charles and max being so gentle and taking care of lando, discussing everything he wants, etc

I don't have Max/Charles/Lando planned at the moment but it's definitely not out of the question that there could be one in the future. I'll add my fic prompt tag so I can remember this.

For now I do have two Max/Charles/Lando fics - one involves Oscar also.

Both so good - Dom Max and sub Lando/Charles vibes

Home Movies - Oscar watches a video filmed by Max of Lando/Charles

[laura1633]

Omggggg debutante omega max! He’s managed to avoid most of the traditional dynamics and has focused on racing and living in and out of garages but now he’s got to make nice to sponsors in more formal settings especially since becoming a world champion! Not to mention the end of season FIA galas of course. This involves being formally presented as a debutante at least once as he is now mingling with royalty and very important people and though he tries to be a bit of a wallflower he just has hordes of alphas trying to fill up his dance card.

Here Charles could be a slightly more traditional and darker determined sponsor himself, an actual prince of Monaco with Max presented to him after winning the Monte Carlo Grand Prix, or still Ferrari driver Charles who somehow shows up at every Red Bull sponsor event because he knows how uncomfortable Max can get in these situations.

Also no clue what the style expectation would be here but we all deserve the image of Max in a corset regardless :)

Max + a corset is really something to think about! That chest pushed up and that waist cinched in. He'd look even more hourglass than normal. I can imagine everyone losing their minds when they see him.

Max has to make nice because a lot of the alphas who want to dance with him are sponsors and whilst he is a bit of a free spirit he knows there are certain obligations he has to fulfil as part of his contract. He dances with them and tries his best to avoid any further advances.

I agree anon that there are so many options for Charles - from F1 driver to sponsor to royalty - they would all work and would all go after omega Max.

ooooh I do really love this alt universe!

[laura1633]

You should do age gap! Maybe charles wanting to get fucked by his professor 👀

I can picture college professor Verstappen because imagine how much Max could Maxplain if he had a whole class watching him talk about his specialised subject.

Charles sits in the back of class on the first day but after getting to see what his new professor looks like he makes an effort to get to class early to sit in the front row. He's not really shy or subtle with his flirting and at first Max is very firm that nothing can happen because even if Charles is an adult he is still his pupil! Charles is really good at getting what he wants though and what he wants is his professor to bend him over his desk.

I have a lot of story prompts and ideas at the moment so I don't know when I would get chance to write this but I love the idea. I've added a tag to this post so I can find it later when looking for fic inspiration.

[laura1633]

please please PLEASE i’m begging for a rival with benefits omegaverse smut 🙏🏻

Oh this actually sounds super interesting anon.

Max and Charles still very much as rivals but spending ruts and heats together and hooking up at races. Sometimes celebrating a win, sometimes fucking out their frustrations after a bad race.

Lots and lots of smut but to be honest I can also imagine a little angst simmering beneath the surface, especially if one of them gets feelings and the other just sees it as sex (or at least at first).

I've added this to my prompt queue because it's something I could be super hot, I just don't know if I have to write it right now!

[laura1633]

Ik you probably don't ship it but can you write a landoscar fic?

Hi anon, I'm not against writing a Landoscar fic I just know there are people far more talented who know them and their dynamic and capture it much better. I can definitely add my fic prompt tag though which is where I look for inspiration so if something strikes I can write one.

I have had a go at some Landoscar in the past:

Oscar is typing.... NSFW one shot

O.S.C.A.R - Robot Oscar and F1 driver Lando (but please note the open ending tag!)

What are friends for - Omegaverse Landoscar - Omega Lando and Omega Oscar invite Alpha Max to help with Lando's heat.

I don't know how good those really are though. Maybe if people think that I didn't butcher their relationship dynamic in those fics I could consider writing something again but I'm just worried about it being awful 😂 It's why I don't stray that often into other dynamics.

[laura1633]

I will add this to my pinned post later but now that I am on here more regularly I thought I would set up some tags so that if anyone does want to filter out anything they can ❤️

Laura1633 asks - any asks that do not include sexual content. Laura1633 mature asks - any asks that do include sexual content. Laura fic prompt queue - I don't have fic requests open as such (because I have so many still to fill) but if I do get any suggestions I will add this tag so I can find the post at a later date.

My ask box is always open for you to send anything my way. I try and keep up with it as much as possible and I always love hearing from everyone <3

[brucenat]

Prompt FAQ (AvianInk)

Posting this because establishing expectations and boundaries is good! Also, I had small updates that I didn’t know how to announce in another way.

If you have any questions, qualms, comments about the information here, feel free to send me a message! I apologize if anything comes across as haughty and/or strict--I wanted to establish these things as clearly as possible.

Which fandom(s) do you write for?

On this blog, the Marvel Cinematic (Multi)Universe. It’s canon compliant up until Infinity War, at which point I diverge into an alternate timeline.

You may have noticed some old Once Upon a Time fic on my Fanfiction account. I don’t write OUAT fic for the canon after season 4. If you want more about OUAT fanfiction, please leave a comment on my Fanfiction or send me an non-anonymous message.

Whose POV will you write from?

Ninety percent of the time, I’ll in limited third person. If I am going to write in omniscient third, it’s most likely to happen in a fic focused on the OG6. As for specific characters, I’ll most often write from Bruce or Natasha’s perspective (and feel comfortably equal with either). Currently, I have a better grasp for Carol Danvers’ voice over Valkyrie’s (which I’m working on). I haven’t written much from anyone else’s perspective, but am usually willing to try.

What couple(s) will you write for?

Chiefly Brucenat, but also Valkarol (Valkyrie x Carol). Pepperony, Clint/Laura, and Scarlet Vision will also appear in the background of my fics.

How specific should I be with my prompt(s)?

Feel free to send me general ideas or something more specific! I’m flexible. If you want something from Natasha’s/Bruce’s/someone specific’s POV, feel free to tell me! If you want a drabble (≤100 words) or a vignette (≤1000 words), let me know (seriously, I am prone to purple prose). If you want to give me a prompt that’s one word, that’s fine too!

At the end of the day, I just ask that you respect by boundaries/limits as a writer. If you do that, the sky’s the limit :)

Do you accept smut prompts?

Yup!

What kind of prompts won’t you do?

Romantic Natasha x anyone who isn’t Bruce (this means no Steve/Nat, no Bucky/Nat, no Clint/Nat, no Tony/Nat, etc.). Won’t do romantic Bruce x anyone who isn’t Natasha. Exceptions here could be made for AUs.

As for AUs, I’ll endeavor to write them, but I am picky with this genre. I’m not a fan of high school AUs, or high school sweethearts/reunion AUs. Sorry. :/

First person and reader inserts are also something I don’t do with fanfiction.

Finally, I don’t write things that I feel are out of character. I won’t sacrifice characters for plot and drama. Additionally, in the interest of respecting survivors and accurate portrayals, I won’t write a piece that I think fetishizes trauma.

How do you determine what’s a Tumblr-exclusive fic?

Length, usually. Anything shorter than a vignette usually stays on Tumblr, unless someone requests that I post the finished product to AO3 and/or Fanfiction* (which you can request at any time!).

*Because of content policing, I refrain from posting explicit smut on Fanfiction

How long do I have to wait?

It depends on how many prompts I have in my queue + external factors from ~life.~ I try to write as much and as often as I can, but other projects often require more immediate, routine attention. If I got paid to write fanfiction, it’d be up so much more often, but alas. 

Usually you’ll need to wait a week and a half minimum. Because of the constant fear of being a disappointment, I spend inordinate amounts of time editing and ensuring everything is as polished, cohesive, and in-character as it can be.

I think you posted someone else’s prompt before mine. Why?

Two most likely explanations:

(i) Tumblr was weird and glitchy with my inbox, and messed with the order in which things were received

(ii) You requested smut, which is fine, but I take a bit longer with smut because I’m more meticulous with my editing and writing process.