Tagged by @clandestinegardenias

The rules: take your 3 most recently liked songs on Spotify (or the first 3 that pop up on shuffle, whichever you want) and you have to 1) choose a line from each song to be a fic title and 2) tell me the genre of fic it would be and any other fic description you feel inspired to include.

Take What You Take by Lily Allen, and I would absolutely use the line "Feel what you feel as long as it's real"

Deeply emotional fitzier fic of James coming to terms with who he is outside of how others see him. They survive and make it back to England, and there's a scene when James is invited to attend a dinner (they don't invite Francis) and he's getting dressed up, looking in the mirror as he'd done a thousand times, already imaging how he'll turn his recovery into a story. He's saying the words to himself, practicing his laugh at the right parts while he tries to tie his stock. strugling a bit with getting it to lay right, he's tied and untied it three times now, he happens to look up and catch sight of himself. he stops. The clatter of dishes and loud crowds that had filled his head just a moment ago are fading away and it's just him in the mirror. And he realizes he doesn't want to go. In fact, the story he was just conjuring seemed so thin and false. He hasn't laughed out there. he hadn't pulled himself up, attributing his strength to the notion of some queen far away. It has been Francis who saw him to safety and never let him give up. So he finishes getting dressed and shows up at Francis' place unexpectedly. It goes without saying, they smash hard🔥🔥🔥

Clean Slated State by The Altogether, and wow this song has so many lines that would be perfect ah but I'll use "Build a quilt from all who have loved me"

Rossier fic. It opens with a letter written and sent and returned. Angst angst angst. I think it would bounce POV between Francis and JCR. There are some near encounters but they miss each other. The netsilik group Francis lives with packed up and travelled just before James got there, that kind of thing. And it's a story of Francis' declining health and James' fierce love for his 'friend'. Of course they finally meet up in the end , and with him James brought letters and pictures of people who love Francis and it's just angst city

Above the Clouds of Pompeii by Bear's Den and oooh I'm using "The flowers slipping from your hand"

Fitzier hanahaki fic time >:) with franics being the one hacking up flowers. He's SO annoyed. It starts long before he's ready to even broach the subject of falling in love again. Of course. Twice rejected and so far removed from the world as they are, it's ridiculous. And yet. Blanky has to shake sense into him, he says "you're either going to see to this thing or you'll die. And you're not dying." And when he says it, it ruffles franics. But dammit, he's right of course. He's being unreasonable continuing on like this, bearly able to breath at night. "Well, what if I don't want to be this man. Rejected and-" he gestures vaguely with a swing of his arm, words leaving him in his anger. "and pathetic in my feelings. Unwelcomed and unwanted as well. What if I can't stomach it." He confesses. The anger fizzles out and he scowls, feeling raw. Oh I'm so simple when it comes to hanahaki fics fr fr but yeah he admits that he needs to take care of this. So he gets bundled up to make the walk across the ice in the polar night. And he's wheezing and sounds like death. After a solid 2 months of avoiding him, James is shocked to see Francis nearly collapsing in his doorway. He shoots up from his seat alarmed and Francis jabs a finger in his direction, bearly able to talk, he gets out "now you sit back down. I mean to have words with you." For the first half of the conversation James doesn't know if he's being insulted or complimented for every nice thing Francis says, it is with a tone of utter frustration lol

Okay tagging @paellegere @apocalypticdemon and @jurassic-cunt