Wow. SNAFU's almost done. *pant, pant*

[icarus]

The Harry Potter Starter Kit needs more one-shots!

Starter Kit recs are still coming in. I owe people who commented later responses, but don't worry, this project's important to me.

Later in the week, probably Friday, I'll assemble the list.

There have been many good points about knowing the person's tastes, and that's very true. But if we have a variety of stories, people can pick their own entry point from the starter kit (or have friends pick it for them) based on what catches their eye.

I need more one-shots, since bite-size fics are a good way to try out new pairings. Yeah, I know, it's harder to remember the name of that great fic you read six months ago. I'm struggling, too. But it's all in a good cause.

In other news:

I'm writing the climactic scene of SNAFU now. Page 43 of what looks to be slightly less than 50 pages. And once again, Draco is in deep doo-doo.

Holy cow. I might actually finish this thing.

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[tinderblast.livejournal.com]

I knew this would happen! LJ always cuts off comments made via e-mail. Okay ...

That would be quite a different story, and perhaps refreshingly mean if you don't like Ron.

Or what if Harry wanted boys who looked like Ron because he liked red heads? Or Ron thinks that Harry likes him, but actually has a longstanding crush on Bill/Charlie/whomever? I think this is such a hilarious and possibly touching idea, for some reason.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

And then Ron would come on to Harry, only to find out, "er, sorry, um... you're a great friend and all but I don't - I can't think of you that way."

"Oh."

Ron scuffs his shoe as they stand in the yard behind the Burrow, quiet a long moment. "Just so you know, I'm not like that."

"Right."

"Just keep that in mind." Ron wags his finger.

"Okay."

There's another long silence that neither of them have the heart to break. Starlings chatter in the trees above them, then scatter across the sunset. Ron squints at the sky.

"Your mom's making dinner --" -- "I think it's dinner time," they say at the same time, and then laugh, embarrassed.

They turn to head inside, the warm glow of the Weasley kitchen beckoning gold against the twilight blue. Fred and Goerge are upstairs, arguing happily as they threw things at each other, and it seems like another world from the outside. Pebbles crunched underfoot.

"I don't suppose you've heard of The Centaur Club," Harry begins, shyly looking at the ground. "Because, um, Saturday they're having a special..."

Ron turns to him with a shocked laugh. "You said you didn't like bars!"

"I didn't think you'd like someplace like The Centaur," Harry shrugs.

"Huh."

Ron stares off into space a moment. Then he nods. "Sure. Saturday's good." He chuckles, nudging Harry's shoulder playfully. "So... Charlie, eh?"


Icarus

[tinderblast.livejournal.com]

Hee. Charlie! Bill has the rock star looks, but Charlie is the real heartbreaker of the family.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Heh. I lopped off the part of the story where it was made clear that Charlie wasn't gay, figuring one disappointment per story was enough.

Icarus

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Heh. I lopped off the part of the story where it was made clear that Charlie wasn't gay, figuring one disappointment per story was enough. Harry can sleep with all the red-heads he wants, but Charlie's out of reach.

Of course this could always go in the direction of Harry and Ron sleeping together because Charlie's out of reach, and that, oh, that would really screw things up between them.

Icarus

[tinderblast.livejournal.com]

Hmm. Now that would be a story I'd love to read. Both, actually, but particularly the second option.