**Unexpected Warmth**

Prompt: write a fanfic about bella coming to forks and rosalie’s super nice to her and her alone which shocks everybody especially her siblings cause she’s usually a super mean and cold person

The rain drizzled gently over the towering firs and mossy ground of Forks, Washington, a place where shadows danced on the edges of sunlight, and secrets hung heavy in the air. Bella Swan stepped out of the car, the scent of the earth mingling with the dampness of the atmosphere, forcing its way into her lungs as a welcoming gift. This was her new home, and while the gloomy weather felt dismal, she couldn't shake the feeling that something significant awaited her. The journey might have been painful, leaving behind her mother and the steady life she had known in Phoenix, but armed with determination, Bella strode toward the Cullen household with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. She had heard whispers about this family—gossiped about their beauty and peculiarity—but the enigma was even more intriguing in person. As she approached the door, she felt an inexplicable connection to the house, despite its towering height and sprawling shadows. She raised her hand to knock, the sound echoing through the invigorating silence, as though the world paused for just a moment to allow her entry. The door swung open, revealing Esme, the matriarch, whose kindness radiated like warmth from a fireplace. "Bella, dear! Welcome to the Cullen family!" Esme exclaimed, her smile genuine and inviting. Bella's nerves began to ease beneath her warmth. As Bella stepped inside, she was immediately struck by the beauty of the Cullen home. It was modern but homey, an odd combination that felt comfortable despite its opulence. Yet, it was not just the luxurious surroundings that captivated her. She noticed a striking blonde perched gracefully on the staircase, arms crossed and a contemplative look on her face. It was Rosalie Hale, notorious within the high school realm for her icy demeanor and seemingly relentless vanity. Rosalie’s presence was commanding, and Bella felt a flicker of anxiety as their eyes met. However, instead of the expected coldness and disdain, Bella saw something unexpected—an undeniable warmth. Rosalie’s penetrating gaze didn’t scorn her; it seemed to focus solely on her with an intensity that was both thrilling and terrifying. "Rosalie, come say hello," Esme gently encouraged, her voice soft yet persuasive. All eyes turned to Rosalie, who appeared momentarily surprised. With a hesitant grace, she descended the stairs, her movements fluid as a silken ribbon. "Hi, Bella," she said, her tone unexpectedly sweet, as if Bella were already a cherished friend. "Hi," Bella replied, unable to conceal the bewilderment in her voice. It was bizarre and enchanting—a welcoming that sent the rest of the Cullen siblings into a shocked silence. Jasper raised an eyebrow, and Alice gave her brother a sidelong glance, a mix of confusion and intrigue coloring their expressions. Emmett's playful demeanor faded, his grin faltering as he attempted to comprehend the anomaly unraveling before him. For all the tales of Rosalie's aloofness and haughty attitude, she had never shown even the slightest flicker of kindness toward a newcomer. And yet here she was, extending a soft smile toward Bella, her icy walls momentarily thawed. Over the next few days, Bella found herself adapting to this curious new family. Each time she crossed paths with Rosalie, the blonde would offer her a gentle compliment or invite her to join in on outings, and for every moment that passed, Bella noticed the warmth glowing in Rosalie’s presence. It felt strange but kind, as if Rosalie was a flower finally blooming under the right conditions. "Why are you being so nice to her?" Emmett asked one afternoon, breaking a silence filled with disbelief as they lounged in the living room. He leaned forward, curiosity dancing in his eyes. Rosalie’s brow furrowed, her expression a mix of annoyance and surprise. “What do you mean?” “I mean, you’ve never been this nice to anyone, let alone a human,” Emmett chuckled, and the others seemed to hold their breath, waiting for her retort. “Maybe she’s different,” Rosalie replied, shrugging as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “What’s so strange about being nice to someone who needs a bit of warmth?” Jasper, who sensed the shift in the air, furrowed his brow. “You’ve always been guarded, Rosie. What's changed?” With an exasperated sigh, Rosalie looked at each of her siblings in turn, allowing her gaze to linger on Bella as she sat quietly, observing. “Bella is special. She’s brave and genuine. Perhaps it’s her vulnerability that draws me in.” As if summoned by fate, Bella caught Rosalie's gaze, and the slightest hint of a smile played at the corner of her lips. It was infectious. The air shimmered with an unspoken connection that uplifted Bella in a way she hadn’t anticipated. For every judgment and expectation that had shrouded her, Rosalie represented something new—a flicker of acceptance and understanding. Days turned into weeks, and as Bella settled into the rhythm of Forks and the abnormal lifestyle of the Cullens, she forged her own connections with them, each bond unique. But through it all, Rosalie remained a trusted ally, unusual yet undeniably comforting. Then one rainy afternoon, as they both wandered through the sprawling woods behind the house, Bella peeled back the surface of their companionship. “Why do you like me so much?” she asked candidly, her heart racing at the complete honesty of her question. Rosalie paused, the soft drizzle soaking her golden hair, and Bella could see the vulnerability behind the porcelain facade. “Because for the first time in forever, I don’t feel alone,” Rosalie confessed, her voice softer than the falling rain. “Your kindness reminds me of everything I’ve been missing, a warmth I buried with my past.” In that moment, with the world around them muted, Bella understood the bond that had blossomed between them—two souls lost and searching, finding solace in each other. Resilience and warmth in a setting where shadows had reigned for so long. When the clouds parted, and sunlight flooded through the trees, illuminating their shared laughter and soft words, Bella knew that in this unexpected place, she had not only found a family but also a friend in Rosalie—a connection that would defy expectations and shine through the lingering shadows.