#but i am restless and i have new answers so i'm bringing it back hehe...

[bittersweetresilience]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤️

okay i'm finally answering this after... WOW IT WAS A WHOLE YEAR AHAJABKDJFKDAFA WHOOPS HOW DID THAT HAPPEN

metempsychosis

i love this fic MWAH MWAH MWAH it inspired a lot of my other fics

浮生若梦

if i'm being honest i'm kind of scared to post anything else i've written for honkai because i fear none can match the quality of this 😂

watership down

soulmate au was the first thing i ever posted for miraculous and this was the first multichapter i ever tried... i'll never forget you amélie 🙏

blue sun

back when i was in the peak of my interest in omori i would write nonstop lowercase outline style fics like this. important to me...

nothing ever stops you leaving

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honorable mention is never been in love i love you aromantic félix

[bougainvilea]

stupid, belated, easy

january @jilychallenge2023 @jilychallenge

partner: @sosohh / prompt: first date - “I want you so bad it hurts” / “Promise you’ll see me again?”

a/n: i am so sorry this is late it took me forever because i just had no time in jan!!!!! but it's here and i'm pretty proud of it hehe <3 btw i couldn't fit "i want you so bad it hurts" in but just know lily is feeling it the whole time lmao. enjoy!

on ao3

Their first date feels stupid.   The flirting, according to Sirius, has become unbearable. Remus is subtler than that, but makes a dry comment about how they hadn’t been seen together in 24 hours (oh, the horror!). Mary makes a couple of puns and James gets the hints but is too uncertain to make the first move.

That’s how Lily ends up asking him to Hogsmeade and everyone breathes a sigh of relief.   It’s awkward but silly and they laugh far too shyly for two people who have been inseparable for months. Lily’s fingers are restless, drawing shapes and tapping against the table, and James’ hair probably won’t calm down for a week, but they’re here, sitting across from each other in the three broomsticks and there is a lull in conversation. James can’t stop tracing her freckles with his eyes and Lily keeps apologising for bumping his feet with hers.   At some point, they hear a song over the radio. It’s by The Weeping Bowtruckles and they had been snickering about it in class just last week. Lily winces and James comments on how the singer ‘really hit that note’ (dry, sardonic, not at all his old self, simply more evidence of Lily’s dry wit rubbing off on him) and she snorts, and suddenly they’re back in the rhythm of things, their conversation coming easily and their bodies moving closer together.   They leave the bar and walk around in the cold, her arm linked in his and his smile warming her from core to chest, and she finds herself flirting consciously. They have, of course, been flirting for months (Sirius was not wrong – it’s scary how well that boy understands her now) but it is new, and bold, in this context. Her free hand is slapping and resting and fiddling with his bicep, and the stars in his eyes are dancing (she knows he likes it).   There’s a moment – where she rests her hands on his arm just a little too long, their eyes meet, and the smiles slip a little to reveal what’s beneath it all. She bites her lip, and he turns to face her, his hand resting on her hip.   “Can I… can I kiss y-” his question is answered with her lips on his, firm and real and oh god this is our first kiss sirens going through her mind as she holds the back of his neck, playing with the hair there with her hand. He responds, but with a sweetness she wasn’t expecting, and she lets up her intention for a passionate snog in favour of his gentle hands on her face as her heart throbs with affection.   They part and he breathes deeply, a small smile on his face. This is a new smile, not one of the usual rotation. It is gentle, it is happy, and it’s charming, but the real kicker is that she can see that it’s not for anyone else. This boy in front of her, this beautiful boy whose heart is so pure, who makes her laugh and think, who always has a smile on his face, has a smile just for her.   “What are you thinking?” she asks, kissing his cheek gently. The smile grows a little, turning almost into her beloved crooked grin, and he strokes her cheek gently, moving his hand back to her waist.   “Promise that won’t be our only one of those,” he quips, but she can tell he means it in that existential, please let us last, kind of way. James is like that – he commits to people, choosing them for his life. It might scare her one day, but now it’s making her heart triple in size. She chooses to answer with another kiss, bringing his head down to hers for a kiss, this time pouring all the sweetness in her heart into it. He smiles against her, and they are lost in the moment.   “You cheeseball,” she murmurs against his lips, and he laughs once before they’re kissing again. They part and smile at each other. His hand plays with a strand of her hair and her eyes are tracing over his face, her hands smoothing over the hair at the back of his neck. He takes her hand and she smiles, and the rest of the afternoon is spent laughing and kissing. Tomorrow they’ll laugh about how stupid it was that they took so long, but today is so earnest that they can’t look away from each other.