positively bedeviled

rachel | she/they | queer | mostly SC and musicals

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stagnating on some WIPs so give me a word and I’ll post a blurb from a current project using it!

(specify a fandom if you like; I think I have over 50k of both schitt’s creek and HP and I do not know why I am like this)

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are we allowed to pick more than one word? how about "touch" or "wait" for hp?

uh, absolutely! here, have two from a fic where James and Lily come back through the veil at the end of OOTP

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“I can,” Harry protests, but more for the spirit of the thing. He can’t even get a hand up to steady the bucket when he pukes.

“You made me wait in the hallway,” James says patiently. “Now you have to endure my hovering.”

Lily snorts from the other side of the bed. She’s got some incense burning and a tincture Ted left stirred into very weak tea for their boy.

“Serves you right,” she tells Harry. “Your dad doesn’t know what to do with all the clucking he saved up.”

“Like a chicken with a complex,” Sirius puts in. “Let him hold your snack, kid.”

Harry cracks one eye and glares with it. “You’re lucky I can’t feel my hands.”

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“Help me understand.” Sirius keeps his voice open. No accusation. He’s still paying off the debt of thinking Harry ought to be a new James. He can’t get this wrong. “From where I’m sitting, it’s a good thing.”

“Yeah. You know them.”

There it is.

“They want to know you.” Sirius swallows past a sob or a hunk of guilt or a curse upon Peter’s name. “It’s not your fault they don’t yet.”

“I saw them, after the third task.” Harry kicks his feet. “At the graveyard.”

“Oh?”

Harry’s never told him details about that night. Or anyone, really. He knows nothing beyond the debrief he had with Dumbledore and the quick, gentle touch he managed to Harry’s shoulder while he slept in the hospital wing. Not that they’ve had time, of course. It strikes Sirius then, how little time he’s really spent with his godson. Who’s been talking to him, helping him grow?

Sirius looks at the boy’s hand. He doesn’t like the answers he comes up with.

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hi!!! if you're still doing the wip snippets, how about light for SC 💙

hi!!!! a bit of cabaret plot from an altogether too long exes to lovers WIP:

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“It’s just wrong!” Moira’s voice, which had been detached and almost amused by David’s histrionics, goes high-pitched and pleading.

David lowers his hands and narrows his eyes, looking closely at his mom. “Okay,” he says on an exhale. “If it’s wrong, then I can fix it.”

Moira smooths a hand over the front of her skirt. “If you insist, David. Though I hope you can have it ready at a reasonable juncture.”

“Oh my god,” David says lightly, but there’s no bite in it. He turns then, taking in their audience for the first time. “Good, you’re here.” He shakes his head, clearly working himself up to something. “Apparently I’m redoing the Emcee costume tonight. Are you free tomorrow for a fitting? If I can get that taken care of before tomorrow’s dance intensive we might just be able to have something that fits by dress rehearsal.”

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"SOS! I just finished rereading the last Skies Are Strange chapter and the anticipation is KILLING me. Please, spare me a crumb of what's coming next???"

My PLEASURE.

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“You aren’t supposed to be in here,” the Healer insists. “Mr. Black, I don’t want to call security after…everything, but this isn’t permitted.”

“I need to be here,” Sirius says again, patient as he can. He can’t meet the woman’s eyes, focused as he is on Remus’s curled-up body in the bed behind her. “Please, can you just look the other way or something? Just until he wakes up.”

The healer—Clearwater is her last name—folds her arms. “Three Death Eaters have been arrested on my ward today. No, I cannot look the other way. Sir.”

[queensinchains]

FRIENDS 9.08 | The One With Rachel's Other Sister

[jilyawards]

April

late afternoon, early spring light (completed, 2.2k) by @ohhevans. Rated G.

“You’re causing a raucous, Evans,” he says, “drunk, knocking over glasses, tickling me, very unbecoming behavior of a Hogwarts Head Girl, if you ask me.” “The Head Boy is the one who got the Head Girl drunk,” she says, “so I think you’d be better off blaming him for the raucous.” -OR- one more happy birthday to james potter

it’s a game of give and take (completed, 10.2k) by @fishyspots. Rated T.

That horrible Halloween night, James and Lily wake up with matching curse scars and a missing child. Six years later, they get him back.

all your life you've never seen (completed, 4k) by westeriss. Rated G.

Lily knows all his friends; of course he’s probably curious about hers, about her whole life outside Hogwarts since she doesn’t really talk much about it during term. “I wasn’t really friends with anyone in primary,” Lily tells him absently, words fluttering from her lips, then sips at her coffee to stop any more. It's bitter, without cream, and ugh. Her quip has James shifting, though, leaning a bit closer. He sets his cup on his knee. “What d’you mean?” ----- James visits Lily the summer before seventh year, and accidentally, maybe, sort of learns she's Cokeworth's resident enigma. Just a little scene in the middle of their early months of dating, between sixth and seventh year of school.

You light up... my phone (completed, 247 words) by @abihastastybeans. Rated T.

March Jilymicrofics Prompt no.25: Echoes Lily receives texts from a drunk James

Big Plans (completed, 3.7k) by @yallthemwitches. Rated E.

A menace. That’s what she had called him yesterday when he had pushed her up against one of the wooden beams under the quidditch stands. “You’re going to be the death of me,” she had said, her hands easily undoing the drawstring of his quidditch trousers. “You’re going to be the death of me because I could shag you everyday for the rest of my life and still not be satisfied.”

birthday mornings (completed, 807 words) by @petalsandantlers. Rated G.

in honor of james' birthday, just a short, fluffy microfic of jily being cute

(be) as you've always been (completed, 2.7k) by @juniperpyre. Rated G.

it's the morning of James' 21st birthday and he's in bed with Lily and Harry. they discuss having another baby, fear, and hope.

emergency contact (completed, 1.8k) by @gigglesandfreckles-hp. Rated G.

The intern clears his throat. "I can’t legally—" He swallows, eyes darting up at her like he already knows this is about to go badly. “Release private information about Mr. Potter to you.” Lily blinks. “I’m his wife.”

Dinner Can Wait (completed, 4.7k) by @livelaughlovetoread. Rated E.

James made eye contact with Lily and immediately knew they were not going to make it to dinner without getting their hands on each other.

Method Acting (completed, 23.6k) by @yallthemwitches. Rated T.

“Tell me what to do and I’ll do it.” How many times over the years has he said those words and when did he actually start meaning them? All of them--every single bloody time.

a love that won't ever let go (completed, 1.2k) by @petalsandantlers. Rated G.

written for jily challenges march 2025 prompt: drown in my own tears by ray charles partner: Merlinsbbeard

Oh My God, She's Insane (completed, 7.6k) by @annabtg. Rated M.

When the Order of the Phoenix discovers that Lucius Malfoy, rich bachelor and womaniser extraordinaire, may secretly be a Death Eater with access to an item that could be the key to bringing down Voldemort, Lily Evans comes up with a brilliant plan: to seduce him into inviting her to his house, and then take the opportunity to snoop around for information. James Potter, her mission partner, is less than thrilled with this idea.

I’m So Afraid I Sealed My Fate (Even Statues Crumble If They’re Made to Wait) (WIP, 75.6k as of 30 April 2025) by tulipslilliesiloveyou. Not rated.

Six years ago an owl with Lily Evans’ Hogwarts letter was sent—six years ago, that owl never made it. Until now. Following a great tragedy, with nowhere else to go, Muggle-raised Lily Evans has no other choice but to accept her identity as a witch and enroll at Hogwarts as a seventh-year. Six years ago, James Potter started at Hogwarts—with just one year left, he already has his future figured out: move-in with his mates, help stop the Blood War, win the Quidditch cup. But the moment he lays eyes on Lily Evans, everything changes. A beautiful mystery tangled in a hidden destiny that threatens to break them both—as long as it doesn’t tear down the rest of the world first.

How to Not Win Friends (with your girlfriend's father) and Influence People (completed, 1k) by @eastwindmlk. Rated M.

James and Lily have the house to themselves... Or so they think.

Find the previous months' recs: November & December | January | February | March

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Right Before Your Eyes | read on AO3

David’s got a burner phone of questionable origins and a world to save. Patrick…has a few questions.

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Hi! Tell us about the "HAHA johnny pov" WIP please!

Gladly! It's a 5+1 (written in Johnny's POV because apparently I hate when writing is easy) about Johnny trying to engineer family bonding and it (mostly) going wrong. Here's a bit from #4:

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"Unbelievable, Moira. This is unbelievable. Our kids are--"

"Unbelievable, dear, I heard."

Johnny points at her. "Right." This whole thing was far more effort than it was worth. Johnny can't be expected to do everything for this family. What a bunch of entitled--

"John?" Moira asks. "Did you, perhaps, neglect to tell our progeny of this Dickensian little get-together?"

Well. "Fuck."

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HAHA Johnny POV sounds very interesting 👀

Mostly I'm mad at myself because writing Johnny POV is VERY VERY VERY hard! But the gist is a 5+1 about family bonding Johnny tries to initiate, like 5 times it didn't work and one time it did. Here's a bit from #2:

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"Moira, can you grab the kids please?"

Muffled shrieks over the sound of the water in the shower are the only response he receives, which he knows from long experience is a reluctant yes.

"I'm going to grab the game from the car. Five minutes, dear!"

A bang on the door is his confirmation.

"What am I looking at?" David asks half an hour later, after Johnny stands at the foot of his bed and tugs his leg hard enough that he finally rises, muttering about stretched fabric and maligning the tailoring of Johnny's suits for some reason.

"It's Monopoly, son." Honestly, he wonders what those tuition bills for private schools that encouraged open inquiry and critical thinking went to sometimes.

"Thanks," David says. "Why is it in your room?"

"We're having a game night." Johnny rubs his hands together. This was one of his better ideas.

Okay, so Jocelyn had actually brought it up. She was talking about Twister though, and Johnny isn't planning on using the rules she and Roland do. For obvious reasons.

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Oooh, music man AU??

Patrick the traveling music festival organizer! And David the Schitt's Creek transplant who can't believe that his family went through all this bullshit with Eli and *still* can't spot Patrick as a scammer! This fic is over 3/4 done and it's high on my list once I finish the fic that's almost post-able. Here's a bit from David and Patrick snipping at each other:

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"David," Patrick says politely. It's so annoying, the way that he acts like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.

Okay. So he's got to stop rereading Fried Green Tomatoes before someone gets him a fainting couch and hand fan. This week has been stressful, and no one is taking him up on his banned books display.

"Patrick."

The cool tone must snap something behind Patrick's glossy veneer, because his smile slips before he ratchets it back into place. "Is there something I can do, David?"

"Excuse me?"

"To catch your ear," Patrick--opaquely--clarifies. "I have something I'd like your help with."

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hi hello, I JUST watched Stardust for the first time a few days ago and I need this au in my life. Please tell me more? 😍

Ahhhh of course!! The idea of this one is that David and Alexis fall out of the sky and Patrick finds David. Then the two of them are looking for Alexis together. Here's a lil snippet/the best joke I've ever made:

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“You have a Schitt candle,” David breathes. Wait. “<em>You</em> have a Schitt candle?”

“Yeah,” Patrick says dejectedly, holding out the stumpy bit of wax. “I have a really shitty candle.”

“Oh my god,” David mutters under his breath. But still, maybe there’s a silver lining to this whole cloud thing he’s got going tonight, except that metaphor has never made sense and also it was a fucking necklace that knocked him out of the sky, not a cloud and certainly not a cloud with any kind of lining. Time passes slowly while David thinks, weighing his options. He can either make it clear to Patrick that he’s right—and he does so love being right—or he can make a grab for the candle and hope it’s got a long enough wick to get him to Alexis. He lifts a hand, then sighs when the chain wrapped snugly around his wrist chafes.

Ugh, this is going to be so annoying.

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WIP game

thank you @maxbegone for the tag!

post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it. and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

(this isn’t all of them but all of them is TOO MANY so here’s six)

exes to lovers

sweet home alabama AU

stardust AU

music man AU

ski instructor fic

HAHA johnny pov

Tagging @yourbuttervoicedbeau @hullomoon @sarahlevys @hagface @delilah-mcmuffin @lilythesilly @kindofspecificstore

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"No! No-no-no-no-no-no-nooooo!"

"No! No-no-no-no-no-no-nooooo!"

David sighs and nudges Patrick's bag toward his husband with his foot. "Honey, I'm sorry; you were outvoted. This is just as hard for me as it is for you."

In this moment, Patrick can't believe this is the man he married. "You can't just force me to take a day off, David--that's not how co-owning a business goes!"

drop the first sentence of a fic in my ask and i'll write the next five

[thephilosophersapprentice]

Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five.

Saw this on @resting-meme-face‘s blog and wanted to try it.

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I like you. I like you so, so much. You’re not hard to get, at all. You’re hard to earn and it’s… so much better.

SET IT UP (2018)

dir. Claire Scanlon

[sharonfieldstone]

i’ll love you for the rest of my life

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*slides in on rollerskates* oh hi there, about to queue a bunch of stuff and do some ask memes sorry it’s been two months