mrsren

Writer. Reader. Constant Dumpster Fire. Followbacks are coming from mrsren969.

[mrsren]

hi! I was wondering if you have a binding policy for your fics, I tried looking on a03 and didn't see it but wanted to check with you first. I love all your work <3

I don't log on often, but you're more than welcome to bind as long as there's no profit!

[mrsren]

what are your favourite dramionies from older times? like from before 2018 let's say

Tbh, I joined this ship in 2018 but I liked Isolation by bexchan the most. It's what made me start reading dramione.

[mrsren]

planning to move over here to bluesky for a book/writing centered account. would love to follow you too. 🖤

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death and strawberry // 20th anime anniversary

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#100 NSFW/Smut Dialogue Prompts

So, I was looking through my old prompts and I haven’t done this in 2 years, so I thought I’d do an update! Some of you have requested smut prompts as well, so here you are~ I would say that this post is 18+, but I know that there will be people younger than that reading this, therefore there is no age limit, but this is adult content.

This is an explicit post.

As usual, this is a smut-based prompt list, SO PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. This is not for the faint of heart and it might be trash because I’m not someone who usually writes smut~

Keep reading

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like! people always reference pride & prejudice as the archetypal “normal girl falls for mysterious brooding antihero” story but they overlook the part where lizzy drags darcy so fucking hard he leaves town and then apologizes for talking to her the next time they meet even though they’re at his literal house

[mrsren]

Hi I finished your fic “ project Aphrodite and I like it so much I wanted to ask your permission to bind it for myself. I bind for myself mostly sometimes as trades but not with out the author’s consent. Thanks for your time❤️

As long as there’s no profit, you’re more than welcome to bind it. Glad you liked it!

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stop glamorizing “the Grind” and start glamorizing whatever this is

[mrsren]

I am writing but it ain’t fanfic

[mrsren]

What happened to spirals all the way down

It was an early draft that eventually became the war mentality, which is posting on my ao3 every week-ish.

[mrsren]

the war mentality, a dramione eighth year

the war mentality, update thread. dramione eighth year and (slight) angst bomb. updates either weekly, or less, i pinky promise. i'm here to stay a while.

it's cheesy, but it's the story of my heart and i hope you enjoy it.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“Granger,” he practically choked. “Tell me who did this.”

“It wouldn’t do any—”

“Who did this to you?”

[mrsren]

chapter two here:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[mrsrensecondary]

chapter three here

[mrsren]

the war mentality, a dramione eighth year

the war mentality, update thread. dramione eighth year and (slight) angst bomb. updates either weekly, or less, i pinky promise. i'm here to stay a while.

it's cheesy, but it's the story of my heart and i hope you enjoy it.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“Granger,” he practically choked. “Tell me who did this.”

“It wouldn’t do any—”

“Who did this to you?”

[mrsren]

chapter two here:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[mrsren]

the war mentality, a dramione eighth year

the war mentality, update thread. dramione eighth year and (slight) angst bomb. updates either weekly, or less, i pinky promise. i'm here to stay a while.

it's cheesy, but it's the story of my heart and i hope you enjoy it.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“Granger,” he practically choked. “Tell me who did this.”

“It wouldn’t do any—”

“Who did this to you?”

[mrsren]

it's not a wip, it's not anything, i'm just trying to write until something speaks to me

There is a slash across her cheek, and blood rolls down it. Making no movement, Hermione is flat on her back with pain shooting through her. From the base of her skull where it'd impacted, and all the way down to her toes. There is at least one bone broken. Par for the course, she suspects. It's luck that she's not dead already.

Luck that's landed her in the hospital wing, and not an early grave. Madam Pomfrey's space looks the same, mostly. There's crumbling brick in a corner, but the cots are strange. Thinner than she remembers, but it's been a year since she's seen them. After a year of running. she'd be happy to lay on a pit of nails.

There's shuffling—footsteps. Then rustling—the curtain beginning to slide open. She notices the pale hand, but not the lack of freckles. Her mouth curves as she waits for Ron to step close to her. There are more important things to consider than their kiss.

Sometimes, she's a silly girl and now maybe she'll have the chance to be here again. Because if she's here, Voldemort is dead and rotting. Her friends are still alive.

Her head lolls to the side, and she swears her blood freezes. Ice creeps down her limbs, paralyzing her. Not Ron, but she knows him.

Hermione recognizes the line of his jaw, the thin smile that had been in the old photographs. She remembers Harry whispering to her that this didn't look like a future mass murderer. That's the problem, isn't it? No one knew, but she does.

Slowly, she reaches for her wand, and the intruder doesn't notice her stiff movements. Maybe he passes them off for injury.

"I found you in the courtyard," he says, voice smooth, and dark. It's the voice of a politician, or one in the making. "Broken little thing."

She grits her teeth. "Get away from me."

Riddle's brows shoot upward. "That's no way to treat your savior. I stopped your bleeding." He should have let her bleed out.

Fingers curling around the unfamiliar wood of her current wand, Hermione raised it above the sheets. Things were clear. She was no longer in 1998, and in the back of her mind, she knew it was likely she would never return. There would be no Harry, no Ron. No silly girl sliding back into place with her books, and highlighters.

"Who are you?"

Hermione smiles, and raises her wand. Quicker than a flash, she aims between his eyes, and hisses the killing curse. She's never cast it, but she knows you need to feel it, and what she feels right now could peel the skin off his bones.

Green jets forward, but he moves in time.

Then he has her pinned to the bed, forearm locked across her throat and his wand digging into her temple. Gone is the forced politeness, and the practiced smile. For a moment, she thinks his eyes flash red. There's an inch between their faces.

"Who are you?"

She doesn't answer. Instead, she says, "You'd better kill me while you've got the chance, Riddle. If I get out of this bed, I'll kill you in your sleep."

Surprise rounds his pupils, and the reaction is gone when she blinks. "You're a violent witch."

Fear doesn't creep through her limbs. She's staring death in the face. Her arm throbs from being carved into. "I am what you made me."

Riddle's eyes rake over her, and it's an uncomfortable place to be. His left hand traps her wand against the bed. Any sudden moves, and he's sure to snap it in half.

"If you're not going to kill me, get off my hand so I can have a second shot."

He chest shakes, and then he laughs. Breath washes across her mouth. "Tell me your name." She doesn't respond. "Where did you come from?"

"Hogwarts," she says. "Did you take this long to kill the others?"

Riddle goes unnaturally still. "What did you say?" There's a quiet rage in the seething. A ring is wrapped around his fingers. She knows it well.

"Your father," she says flippantly. "Or Myrtle. Or whatever poor fucking soul that's had the misfortune of running into you."

Hermione's tired of running. There's no getting out of this. To go so far back in the past is unheard of. She already knows the stories of a wizard going back only four years, who had to live without being scene until he could catch up with himself. What a lonely existence that must have been.

She won't go through the same. If he's here, this is the forties and there will be no catching up with herself in the future.

So, she cuts her gaze to him. "You either kill me, or I'll hunt you down so I can put you down like a rabid animal."

A finger, cold against her skin, strokes her jaw reverently. It's the first thing he's done that scared her. "You know what I am." Riddle swallows, and pulls back, no doubt leaving an indention from his wand. "Tell me your name, or I'll take it from you."

Like she'd give him the satisfaction.

When he takes her mind, it feels an awful lot like he's holding it in his hands, and he might crush it. Might leave her as a husk without a soul. Her shields are strong enough to keep him out of seeing his own future. Instead, he sees her name on exams. On top marks.

Granger.

"Miss Granger," he says on a breath, too polite for someone who'd been a second from murdering her. "You're not dying today, but rest assured, your death will be mine some day."

"You're not murdering me." she says, voice flat.

The corner of his mouth raises, his features serpentine. "Oh no," Riddle drawls, and he moves to stand at the foot of the bed. He curls his fingers around the iron railing there. "I think I'll keep you instead."

[mrsren]

okay this is a long shot but i just came upon ‘conflict of interest’ and i’m dying to know what draco is hiding 😭😭 this isn’t even an ask for an update, i’m just desperate for the closure 😂

i'm gonna be real with you, i forgot. but as i type this, i'm opening up the file. i guarantee it's nothing as bad as you're expecting lol.

spoilers from here down. i'm telling you that this probably isn't even as good as a conflict of what you were expecting, but that's on me for not updating for so fucking long. (i'm really sorry.)

Draco is a chicken. Snape catches them, and Draco wants to keep hiding their relationship from his parents. Then they want him to have a dinner with Astoria because they see her as marriage material. Draco still doesn't stand up to them. Hermione kicks him to the curb.

He grovels a lot, and it is HEA. I know that you sent this me anonymously, and probably have a reason for that. But my outlines are heavily detailed, and you are more than welcome to private message me and I will share it with you. It will give you more closure than this did, I promise. I just don't want to share the link online permanently for everyone online because it always ends up with me getting bombarded with access requests.

thank you for reading my stories, even though i fell of the face of the planet.

[mrsren]

WHY TH WAS ASTORIA THE ONE WHO KNOCKED IN THE DOOR😭😭 mind you, it was xmas day!! ( The Best of Me )

I’m a very mean person. Someone told me when things are too good for your characters, ask yourself how you can ruin that, and it was Astoria.

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- - - types of kisses prompt list

cheek kisses

neck kisses

forehead kisses

nose kisses

jawline kisses

eyelid kisses

peppered kisses

kissing goodbye

secret kisses

greeting kiss

kissing in the rain

goodnight kiss

morning kisses

accidental kiss

kissing to shut them up

confession kiss

first kiss

drunk kiss

kissing their injuries

laughing into the kiss

rushed kisses

angry kisses

dared to kiss

kiss to distract

mistletoe kiss

new years kiss

slow kisses

sloppy kisses

surprised with a kiss

kiss to the back of the hand

wiping their mouth with a kiss

kiss by candlelight

tearful kisses

kissing them sleeping

kissing to get their attention

reunion kiss

kissing to make someone jealous

life or death kiss

last kiss before dying

comforting kiss