Ain't there anyone here for love, sweet love?

[prillalar]

Ah, my loves, Happy Valentine's Day!

Last week, I was chatting with kormantic and saying I should get something done for you all for a Valentine's treat. And she told me that I give so much, I should get people to give me things instead. So I thought that was a good idea but then I forgot to post about it ahead of time, demanding tribute drabbles for Valentine's Day.

So I came up with a way to both give and get prezzies: the Drabble-Matic.

Head over, make yourself a drabble -- slash, het, any fandom -- and then post it here so I can read it.

(I should warn you, my site has been a little slow today. Figures. And let me know if you find any bugs or typos.)

ETA: Damn, I spent all last night and a lot of this morning coding this and now my host is having network problems. Sometimes you can get through, sometimes not. Damn.

ETA 2: Linking, either to this post, or to the Drabble-Matic itself, is just fine.

ETA 3: If you want to try another drabble with the same terms, just reload the result page. If you get a message asking you if you want to re-post the info, say yes. Clicking the Again button will take you back to enter new terms.

Comments

[astolat]

You are a loon. *grins*

To Very Fuck

Bud and Ed were celebrating a fast Valentine's Day together. Bud had cooked a cold dinner and they ate on a hot tin roof by candlelight.

"My darling," Ed said, stroking Bud's hand, "I have something for you." He gave a box to Bud. "It is but a hot token of my fucking love."

Bud opened the box. Inside was a blue sun! He gazed at it wetly. Then he gazed at Ed wetly. "It's tight," Bud said. "Come here and let me fuck you."

Just then, a slick crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like a thunderstorm in the desert that leaves you drenched with no water in sight. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a sweet voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.

Ed read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my brother."

They stared at each other right as the crone cackled some more. Bud's cock began to tremble. Then Ed shrugged, pulled out a dirt, and hit the crone on her mouth. She fell over dead.

"Problem solved!" Bud said and kissed Ed newly. "This is a precise Valentine's Day!"

They sharply burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.

And then they fucked each other all night long.