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

*dies laughing*

[penknife.livejournal.com]

So right. So wrong.

To Angrily Bite

Charles and Erik were celebrating a metallic Valentine's Day together. Charles had cooked a beautiful dinner and they ate in a secret lair by candlelight.

"My darling," Erik said, stroking Charles's hand, "I have something for you." He gave a box to Charles. "It is but a strange token of my shiny love."

Charles opened the box. Inside was a mutant fork! He gazed at it hopefully. Then he gazed at Erik hopefully. "It's painful," Charles said. "Come here and let me bite you."

Just then, a violent crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like gathering storm clouds providing a sense of impending doom. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in an impressive voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.

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

They stared at each other regretfully as the crone cackled some more. Charles's shoulder began to tremble. Then Erik shrugged, pulled out a costume, and hit the crone on her neck. She fell over dead.

"Problem solved!" Charles said and kissed Erik broodily. "This is a curious Valentine's Day!"

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

And then they bit each other all night long.