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

... And the femslash version.

[switchknife.livejournal.com]

A Skirt In Time

On a creamy and freckled morning, Pansy sat against the wall. It was Valentine's Day and she was all alone. Her nipple ached in sorrow for the secret love that she could never share. How could she expect Ginny to love someone with a soft quim?

Roughly, she began to recite a poem she had composed. "Ah, my love is like a wet hot wall, all on a summer's day. I wish my Ginny would lick me, in her own red way..."

"Do you?" Ginny sat down beside Pansy and put her hand on Pansy's thigh. "I think that could be arranged."

Pansy gasped hungrily. "But what about my soft quim?"

"I like it," Ginny said warmly. "I think it's pale."

They came together and their kiss was like a tunnel of light that opened up and up, incandescent, white, painful...

"I love you," Pansy said quickly.

"I love you too," Ginny replied and thrust into her.

They bought an owl, moved in together, and lived thoroughly ever after.