Wolf drabbles Chapter 52: April Fools Drabbles- misc pairings, a twilight fanfic

AN: Please read! Tricky Raven did something a little different this week on the weekly flash fic. We had 7 days with different prompts, and we had to write exactly a 100-word drabble for each prompt. I decided to post them all here in one chapter because my wolf drabble thing is already pretty massive at 50+ chapters.

Anyway, enjoy the stories- they are not connected in any way, apart from the two that are labeled as being in the Delinquent universe- both of those are future-takes.

Date: March 29
Title: Sweet Tooth
Pairing (for fanfiction): Bella/Paul
Rating: T
Genre: romance? Idk…
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Picture of a pink cupcake dispenser that said Cupcake ATM

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

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Sweet Tooth

She put her books up and dropped her head as the final bell rang. No way could she make it through her last class.

Heat covered her back just before he spun her around and pressed her back against the cool metal of the lockers. His dark eyes pinned her just as tightly as his firm hands.

"Hiding from me, cupcake?" She shivered as his smooth voice filled her ear. "Don't be afraid—unlike him, I won't bite… much."

He grinned as his words worked their magic. She straightened her spine and glared back. "Don't call me cupcake, wolf boy."

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Date: March 30
Title: The Pale Protector
Pairing (for fanfiction): Bella/Seth (sort of)
Rating: K
Genre: kid stuff
Word Count: 100
Prompt: "I would love to have an army of robot attack pigeons."
AN: I started an entry for the Twitterpated contest and never got around to finishing it. These characters are from that Bella/Seth world.

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The Pale Protector

"No, Wee-ah! Don't!" Two-year-old Seth's indignant screech had five-year-old Bella up and running clumsily across the wet sand. She glared at the older girl with a ferocity that few would ever see.

"Leave him alone, Leah," she ordered firmly as she stood in front of the smaller boy's ruined sand sculpture with her tiny hands fisted on her hips.

"Or what?" Leah scoffed. "You'll sic your little pack of attack pigeons on me?" She snorted as she eyed the rag-tag group of boys whose company Bella preferred over Leah and the Black twins.

"No," Bella smirked, "I'll tell your mom."

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Date: March 31
Title: Welcome Home
Pairing (for fanfiction): Sam/Leah
Rating: T
Genre: Romance
Word Count: 100
Prompt: really trippy picture of a person in a chair with an alligator head, tv, and other stuff all kind of floating around. Really different…

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Welcome Home

My favorite chair looks so good. Coming home after a long day of work, I open the door and her long, slender legs are the first thing I see.

One crossed over the other, ruby red nails shining like a beacon, calling me closer. The frayed hem of her pink and yellow flowered shorts peeks around the leather-padded arm.

I want to slide my hands up those smooth stems and dive straight into paradise. My shirt hits the floor, followed quickly by my jeans. I nearly trip trying to pull my boots off at the same time.

"Honey, I'm home."

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Date: April 1
Title: Boys Night Out
Pairing (for fanfiction): Quil
Rating: T
Genre: Humor
Word Count: 100
Prompt: cross-stitched sign that says "Damn it feels good to be a gangster."

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Boys Night Out

Pull on my perfectly distressed jeans with the stitched pockets and strategically placed holes. These bad boys fit like a glove and the girls love how hot my ass looks.

Straighten out my black wife beater—now that's a dumb ass name for a shirt if I've ever heard one. If had a wife, I sure wouldn't beat 'er.

Fasten my gold chain around my neck and make sure my spiked hair isn't sticking up too much, just as my mom calls out from the kitchen.

"Quil, honey, your friends are here!"

Damn, its feels good to be a gangster.

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Date: April 2
Title: Surrender
Pairing (for fanfiction): Bella/Paul (my Delinquent universe)
Rating: T
Genre: Romance
Word Count: 100
Prompt: "Take Me to Church" by Hozier- I just used one line

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Surrender

Sunlight streams softly through the open window, gently caressing the same pale skin I devoted hours to tracing last night. My hand reaches out, one finger trailing over her shoulder and up the smooth curve of her slender neck.

She stirs at my touch, turning toward me, seeking my heat. I can do nothing more than pull her closer, wrapping her tightly in my arms, protecting her from anything outside these walls.

Her gentle breaths brush my skin, soothing my wolf and calming my soul. Her eyes meet mine and all I can think is—I should've worshipped her sooner.

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Date: April 3
Title: The Last Straw
Pairing (for fanfiction): Bella/Jake (story is Sam/Jake)
Rating: T
Genre: drama
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Cheeseburger Stabbing

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The Last Straw

Bella and Emily sat quietly on the sidelines of a fight that had been brewing for months. The pack stepped back out of sheer instinct—that same instinct kept the girls back out of harm's way.

Jake stared down his alpha, nostrils flaring with each harsh breath. "Give me the fucking cheeseburger. NOW!"

Sam's eyes narrowed at the blatant challenge, his human mind pushed down as his wolf rose to take over. The burger in question fell to the ground as the black and red wolves came together in a clash of fur and teeth. Only one alpha would prevail.

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Date: April 4
Title: Freefall
Pairing (for fanfiction): Bella/Paul (my Delinquent universe, again)
Rating: T
Genre: Romance
Word Count: 100
Prompt: "You Fckn Did It" by Jason Mraz

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Freefall

Cold wind whips my trembling body as I dare to look below me. The sheer height sends me scrambling back into a solid wall of heat.

"Go on, Bells—you'll be fine." My brother, my rock.

Borrowing his courage, I take a deep breath and step to the edge. This time I don't look down—just spread my arms wide and smile at the clouds as I let go.

Rushing, falling, faster, colder; the icy water pulls me down. Before I can panic, two warm hands have me. My lover, my mate. "You did it, babe! You fuckin did it!"