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Attention Split Fiction Fans!

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I've been on a Split Fiction rabbit hole this past two months and as a result, here's a small story I've written for ZoMio!

Haplos; Feather-light Touches

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“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it

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It's such an amazing feeling when someone picks up on something in your writing that you 100% intended but didn't think people would notice. Like, YES!! My writing properly conveyed the thing it was supposed to!!! You are so awesome for noticing that!!! I am so awesome for writing that!!! I feel so good about my story now!!!!

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seedling

Read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/4G8Vv7r by sexontheceiling Everyone is born with a seedling— a seed on their body that would bloom when kissing their soulmate. Asami doesn't think her seedling is ever going to bloom and neither does Korra. They find solace in it, together. Words: 5927, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Avatar: Legend of Korra Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F Characters: Korra (Avatar), Asami Sato, mentioned characters - Character, Tenzin (Avatar), Mako (Avatar), Hiroshi Sato, Yasuko Sato, Original Characters Relationships: Korra/Asami Sato, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Kind Of, Flowers, Kissing, Non-Explicit Sex, but also explicit sex dont get me wrong, i can do both, Cunnilingus, Scissoring, im about to coin the tribbing tag i cant do this anymore Read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/4G8Vv7r

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Unspoken Bonds

Requested by anon: rosalie hale x human girl dating hc?sfw and nsfw 🩷

Words: 1569

The town of Forks had always felt like a cage to you. It was small, suffocating, and damp—a seemingly endless rain that mirrored your own emotional storms. You never expected to find anything here but loneliness and monotony. Then Rosalie Hale walked into your life.

It started with a glance in the school parking lot. You were just a nameless face in the sea of students, a girl who barely registered on anyone's radar. But Rosalie—golden-haired, impossibly beautiful Rosalie—looked at you as if you were something worth noticing. Her sharp, honey-colored eyes lingered a second too long, and your heart stumbled in your chest.

You told yourself not to think about it. She was one of the Cullens: untouchable, mysterious, and as cold as the Washington rain. Yet, as weeks passed, you noticed her more often. She'd lean against her sleek car with an effortless elegance, her gaze occasionally drifting your way. At first, you thought you were imagining things. Why would someone like her ever notice someone like you?

Then she spoke to you. It was in the library, of all places. You were tucked into a corner, struggling through a biology textbook, when her shadow fell over you.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" she asked, her voice like velvet.

You looked up, stunned. Rosalie, in all her flawless glory, was asking to sit next to you. You nodded dumbly, unable to form coherent words.

She slid into the chair across from you, her movements graceful and deliberate. For a while, she said nothing, simply pretending to read while you fumbled with your textbook. The silence was charged, and you were hyperaware of her every shift, every breath.

Finally, she broke the quiet. "Biology giving you trouble?"

You glanced at her, startled. "Uh, yeah. It's not really my thing."

She smiled, a small, almost secretive curve of her lips. "I could help, if you'd like."

And just like that, Rosalie became a part of your life. What started as casual tutoring sessions turned into stolen moments in the hallways, lingering conversations in the parking lot, and a friendship that felt anything but ordinary. She was guarded, her sharp edges only softening in fleeting glimpses, but those glimpses were enough to keep you captivated.

It didn't take long for your feelings to deepen. You were falling for her, and it terrified you. Rosalie was dazzling, untouchable, and you were… you. Just a human girl with too many feelings and not enough courage.

The night everything changed was cold and clear, the stars a rare sight through Forks' perpetually overcast skies. She had invited you to her family's house—a modern mansion hidden deep in the woods. You hesitated at the door, nerves coiling in your stomach, but she appeared and pulled you inside with a warmth that contradicted her icy touch.

Her family was… intense. They were all as beautiful and intimidating as she was, their golden eyes tracking your every move. But Rosalie (or Rose, as she liked to be called) stayed by your side, her presence a shield against the overwhelming atmosphere. You couldn’t help but notice the way she relaxed when she was near you, her sharpness softening into something almost tender.

After dinner—a meal she didn’t touch but insisted on preparing for you—she led you outside to the wraparound porch. The forest was alive with nocturnal sounds, a symphony of crickets and rustling leaves. She leaned against the railing, her golden hair catching the moonlight, and looked at you with an intensity that made your breath hitch.

"There’s something I need to tell you," she said, her voice low.

You nodded, your heart pounding. "Okay."

She hesitated, her hands gripping the railing. "I… I care about you. More than I probably should."

Your stomach flipped. "Rose, I—"

"Let me finish," she interrupted, her tone sharp but her eyes soft. "You need to know what you’re getting into. I… my family and I, we’re not… normal."

You frowned, confusion mingling with unease. "What do you mean?"

She took a deep breath, as if steeling herself. "We’re vampires."

The word hung in the air, heavy and surreal. You stared at her, waiting for the punchline, but it never came. Her eyes bore into yours, earnest and unflinching.

"You’re serious," you said, your voice barely a whisper.

She nodded. "I understand if this is too much. If you want to walk away, I won’t stop you. But I couldn’t keep lying to you."

You should have been afraid. You should have run. But instead, you stepped closer, your pulse racing for an entirely different reason.

"I don’t want to walk away," you said, your voice trembling but resolute. "I… I care about you too."

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, you thought she might cry. But then she pulled you into her arms, holding you as if you were something fragile and precious. You melted into her embrace, your fears dissolving in the warmth of her presence.

From that night on, your relationship shifted. It was still full of stolen moments and quiet conversations, but now there was an undercurrent of something deeper. You learned about her past, the pain and rage that shaped her into who she was. And she learned about your fears, your insecurities, the ways you felt invisible in the world. She saw you, truly saw you, and it was both exhilarating and terrifying.

But loving Rosalie wasn’t easy. Her world was dangerous, and her family—protective and wary—constantly reminded you of the risks. Rosalie herself was a paradox: fiercely protective one moment, distant the next.

One day, without warning, she vanished. She left no trace, no goodbye, nothing but a chasm where her presence had been. At first, you thought she was simply pulling away like she had done before, giving you space she thought you needed. But days turned into weeks, and the silence remained unbroken.

You searched for her—in the parking lot, in the library, even outside her family’s mysterious mansion in the woods. But there was no sign of her. The ache of her absence was unbearable, a hollow void that nothing could fill. You replayed every moment you’d shared, searching for answers. Had you done something wrong? Was it your fault?

Eventually, you found out the truth—not from her, but from her brother Emmett. He found you one day after school, his usually boisterous demeanor subdued.

"She left because of you," he said bluntly, though not unkindly. "Not because she doesn’t care, but because she cares too much. Rosalie doesn’t handle vulnerability well, and you make her feel… exposed. She’s scared."

It was both a comfort and a dagger to the heart. She loved you, but her fear had driven her away. Knowing that didn’t make her absence any easier to bear.

Then, one night, she came back. She appeared at your window, her golden eyes red-rimmed, her perfect features marred by an expression of raw vulnerability.

"I’m sorry," she said, her voice breaking. "I thought I was protecting you, but all I’ve done is hurt you. I… I couldn’t stay away. I love you."

You pulled her inside, your tears mixing with hers as you held her close. "I love you too," you whispered. "And I’m not afraid."

From then on, you were inseparable. Rosalie seemed determined to make up for the time you had spent apart. She started planning thoughtful dates, ones that felt impossibly romantic. One evening, she took you to a secluded lake nestled deep in the forest. The water mirrored the twilight sky, shimmering with hues of orange and purple. She had set up a small rowboat, complete with cushions and lanterns that cast a warm glow. You spent the evening drifting on the tranquil water, sharing stories and laughing as she rowed with effortless grace. When the first stars appeared, she stopped the boat and leaned close, her hand brushing yours. The kiss that followed was soft and lingering, leaving you breathless.

Another time, she surprised you with a drive to the coast. The two of you stood on the cliffs overlooking the ocean, the salty breeze tangling in your hair as Rosalie wrapped an arm around your shoulders. Her presence felt like a shield against the world, and when she kissed you—soft and deliberate—you forgot about every storm in your life.

Rose also found joy in taking care of you in quieter moments. When you caught a nasty cold, she showed up at your house with soup, blankets, and a stack of your favorite movies. She stayed by your side, her cool touch soothing against your feverish skin. She even braided your hair to keep it out of your face, her fingers gentle and precise.

"You don’t have to do all this," you murmured, your voice hoarse.

She smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. "I want to. You mean everything to me."

Her care wasn’t always grand gestures—sometimes it was in the way she noticed the little things. How she carried an umbrella for you even when she didn’t need one, or how she always made sure you had your favorite tea stocked at her house. You realized that for all her sharp edges and icy demeanor, she loved you fiercely and completely. And you wouldn’t trade that love for anything in the world.

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I Laugh Like Me Again; Bela Dimitrescu (Resident Lover)

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"Be still, my foolish heart. Don't ruin this for me"

Summary: Waking up in the bed of the campus clinic after passing out after getting her heart back, Bela finally comes to terms with the fact that it's been a successful run.

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

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Bela wakes up with a crick in her back.

It takes her a moment before she's able to fully psych herself up to open her eyes when the sun's bright rays stubbornly pierce her tightly closed eyes. One deep breath exhaled later, and she finally manages to fully drag herself back into the waking world- Not without lack of annoyance & hissing over the brightness that assaults her vision.

"I never did like being in this place."

She thinks to herself as she realizes that she's in currently lying down on a bed within the Campus clinic.

"All that budget and the old crow couldn't even get better beds-"

Bela takes in another deep breath, cutting off her own tangent before she manages to sour her own mood even further by thinking of the Headmistress. A small movement that bumps against her hand is what draws her attention away from her gripes-

The glorious sight that greets her when she cranes her head to look stops her heart in its tracks. A head of navy colored hair in a loose ponytail, facedown on the side of her bed. A grimace breaks her gaze for a single second, the shock rendered her unbreathing and now it hurts a bit to kickstart the process- But Bela brings her gaze back to the slumbering person waiting by her bedside.

It's too much to handle, and she doesn't know if she can even bring herself to speak right now. It wasn't a dream that her and MC managed to triumph over Miranda, she wasn't dreaming when she fought against the dizziness threatening to knock her out cold at the steps of that building- She tears up when she realizes that the last thing she saw before blacking out wasn't a dream, the worried eyes she saw really were worried. It wasn't just a figment of her imagination;

Bela's hand moves on autopilot as it comes up to bury into those dark navy tresses she's come to love so deeply. With gentle and trembling fingers, she frees the strands from the confines of the hairtie and when she's able to feel the vibrations of her fingers gently scratching against your scalp, it's all that it takes to break the floodgates open.

The tears flow freely, and she almost feels guilty when the sob that wretches itself free from her lips wakes you up. But your sleep addled eyes immediately turn wide awake and full of excitement when your gazes meet, and the ego boost of knowing she's the reason for your bright smile banishes the offending emotion like light in a darkened room.

"You had me worried!"

Bela can't help but let herself melt into the embrace when you all but throw yourself forward to give her a tight hug. She'd let you hold her like this for eternity- Wants to have you hold her like this for eternity. Unfortunately, time passes and waits for no one and you let go to give her a once-over.

When your worried eyes find nothing wrong and they drift back up to meet the gaze of her soft blue ones, Bela brings both hands up to cup your cheeks with her palms. She takes a moment that feels like a lifetime to just take your face in- Convince herself that you're not incorporeal, that this isn't a dream- Before she pulls your against her in an emotionally loaded kiss.

She's thankful you're here.

There's contentment, happiness, love, and satisfaction pouring from her and into the kiss, and you drink all of the emotions in until you're drowning and your lungs are begging you for air. Neither you nor Bela wish to pull away so soon, but when you do withdraw it's done in synch. There's a moment filled with nothing but the sounds of heavy breathing as you both chase for the air that you've voluntarily forgone for a few moments, and words that leave your lips once you've composed yourself grants you the most joyful sound you've ever heard on this Earthly plane.

"What kind of last words before fainting are you have pretty eyes anyway?"

Blue eyes widen in humor and surprise before a rumbling laugh tears its way out of her, and soon you're joining in with her until your sides sting from the effort that comes with laughing too hard.

There's unshed tears begging to fall in the corner of her eyes, and you waste no time gently wiping them away. Bela's hands immediately cover your own and she maneuvers them until your knuckles are just barely flush against her lips. Her gaze never breaks from yours as she answers your question with a blinding smile.

"It's the truth I know."

She closes her eyes and begins to reverently place a kiss to each of your knuckle, hoping that the sincerity in her actions would make the love she feels seep into your skin and burrow itself into your bones.

Her heart is truly hers again, and she can't wait to share it all with you.

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01-11: Wrote this right after double checking my Thesis Proposal Paper, & I am tired!

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Hello! I’m a new artist here! This is my first time posting on tumblr, so I might take time to get used to it a bit… (also English is not my first language btw, sorry🥹)

I love Dimitrescu daughters and others’ re8 OCs so much that I drew some of my oc x cannon arts (aka. my oc x Dimitrescu daughters) for a while. I hope you guys like it!🙇‍♀️

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&. 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  an  assortment  of  smut  /  nsfw  implied  dialogue  prompts  with  not  so  explicit  language.  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ i’ve been thinking about you all day. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ how badly do you want me? ❜

❛ i can’t get enough of you. ❜

❛ i’ve never done something like this before. ❜

❛ i like being close to you. you’re warm. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ you look like you were jealous. ❜

❛ i’m not jealous. ❜

❛ shh. there’s people in the other room. ❜

❛ say you want me, and i’m yours. ❜ 

❛ i won’t bite. unless you’re into that sort of thing. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ would you like to go somewhere a little more private? ❜

❛ i’ll take care of you. ❜

❛ there’s so many things i wanna do to you. ❜

❛ take off your clothes. ❜

❛ i’m going to ruin you. ❜

❛ show me how much you missed me. ❜

❛ is this okay? ❜

❛ you know you love me. ❜

❛ i want you to feel good. ❜

❛ i want this. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you’re such a tease. ❜

❛ want me to model these for you? ❜

❛ we have to make this quick. ❜

❛ what are you looking at? ❜

❛ it’s hot when you talk back. ❜

❛ you don’t have to be gentle. i won’t break. ❜

❛ don’t you know what you’re doing to me? ❜

❛ i really want to kiss you right now. ❜

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. ❜

❛ this is a one time thing. ❜

❛ you know where to find me. ❜

❛ did i say you could stop? ❜

❛ you’re soaked. let me grab you a towel. ❜

❛ i want to see you. ❜

❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜

❛ no ones here. we can be as loud as we want. ❜

❛ you look good with my hands around your throat. ❜

❛ i’ll be good, i promise. ❜

❛ you’re really good at that. ❜

❛ shut up and kiss me already. ❜

❛ you better watch your fucking mouth. ❜

❛ don’t mind me. just enjoying the view. ❜

❛ tell me what you want. ❜

❛ you can be rough. i can take it. ❜

❛ and where do you think you’re going? ❜

❛ if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up. ❜

❛ i shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you. ❜

❛ what if i hurt you? ❜

❛ you won’t hurt me. ❜

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akira shimazu kisses girls i jst cant prove it yet

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break like an artist.

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a collab between me and @slashmagpie for hermitadaymay's Solstice Social Collaborative Event! make sure to check out magpie's amazing fic for this too :D

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Horizon Forbidden West characters reacting to you flinching during an argument

Aloy (wlw if romantic)

The moment Aloy sees you flinch, her entire demeanor softens, and the fight drains out of her

She would immediately apologize, hating that she made you feel unsafe or uncomfortable around her

Aloy would likely close the distance between you, gently touching your arm or face to reassure you that she’s not a threat

After the incident, she’d spend time reflecting on her actions and would probably be overly cautious in future arguments

She would sit down with you to discuss what just happened and make sure you know she never meant to hurt you emotionally

“Hey… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you”

Varl

Varl would be stunned, his eyes widening as he realizes the impact of his words or actions

He’d instantly soften his voice, stepping closer but moving slowly to avoid making you more uncomfortable

Varl would sincerely apologize, his voice full of regret

His protective instincts would kick in, and he’d be more careful in future discussions, making sure never to raise his voice

He’d likely pull you into a tight, comforting hug, wanting to show you through his actions that you’re safe with him

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to - are you okay?”

Elisabeth Sobeck (wlw if romantic)

Elisabeth’s expression would immediately shift from frustration to regret, realizing she’s caused you to flinch

She’d quickly apologize, her voice trembling slightly, as she’s not used to feeling so vulnerable. "I’m sorry. That was not my intention."

Elisabeth would want to discuss what led to the flinch, understanding that your relationship should be built on trust and safety

She would reassure you that she would never intentionally hurt you, emotionally or otherwise

Elisabeth would be visibly affected, realizing how much she cares about you and how deeply she values your comfort and trust.

“I’m sorry, that wasn’t my intention”

Sylens

Sylens would pause, the sharpness in his eyes dulling as he processes your reaction

He wouldn’t apologize directly but would immediately lower his tone and distance himself from the intensity he had before

Internally, he’d be frustrated with himself, though he might not show it outwardly

He would try to address the situation logically, asking what made you flinch and how to prevent it in the future

Despite his often cold demeanor, he’d find a way to show that he cares, perhaps by offering a solution to the argument in a calm manner

“Calm down, y/n, it’s not like I’m gonna hurt you”

Beta

Beta would likely tear up, the flinch triggering her own fears and insecurities

She’d immediately apologize, possibly stumbling over her words as she tries to reassure you that she didn’t mean to frighten you

Beta would likely start blaming herself, thinking she’s messed up and hurt you

If she feels safe enough, she’d reach out to hold your hand or touch your shoulder, needing the physical connection to reassure both you and herself

In the future, Beta would be extremely cautious during any disagreements, afraid of accidentally scaring you again

“Oh no, I didn’t mean to–I’m so sorry”

Erend

Erend would be visibly shocked, the guilt hitting him immediately

He’d drop whatever argument you were having and rush to your side, desperate to comfort you

Makes sure you know that he’d never hurt you

He’d likely pull you into a bear hug, wanting to physically reassure you of his feelings

Erend would make a promise to be more careful with his words and actions in the future, valuing your trust above all

"Whoa, hey, no, I’m sorry. I’d never hurt you, you know that, right?"

Petra

Petra’s expression would immediately soften, her voice losing all its previous edge

She’d apologize without hesitation, feeling a pang of guilt for making you flinch

She might reach out to gently take your hand or touch your face, offering a calming gesture to reassure you

Petra would want to discuss what happened, making sure you’re both on the same page and that there are no lingering fears

She’d be more mindful in future arguments, ensuring she never raises her voice or says something that might scare you

“Hey, sorry, that’s not what I wanted”

Tilda (wlw if romantic)

Tilda would be surprised at first, not expecting you to flinch

Her concern would be masked under a composed exterior

She would immediately dial back her intensity, speaking in a much softer tone

Despite her often cold demeanor, she’d apologize, perhaps more out of obligation but still with a hint of genuine concern

Tilda would reassure you that you have nothing to fear from her, though her way of doing so might be more intellectual than emotional

"I didn’t intend to make you uncomfortable."

Alva (wlw if romantic)

Alva’s eyes would widen with concern, and she’d immediately stop whatever she was saying

Her voice would be soft and filled with remorse when she apologizes

She’d likely reach out to you, gently touching your arm or hand, seeking to comfort you physically as well as verbally

Alva would offer soothing words, reassuring you that you’re safe with her and that she never meant to hurt you

From that moment on, she’d be more conscious of her tone and actions during disagreements, ensuring that she maintains a caring and understanding approach

"I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you like that."

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gay people are so unserious because what do you mean another definition of gay is ‘happy’ and you’re all miserable

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HAPPY BDAY NIELH!

Times flies and here we are again on the day 10.10, yet this time we have a playable sneak peek of my OC's game!

Of course, this is far from a full game, but I'm happy I managed to finish something for their birthday!

https://babufactory.itch.io/meeting-in-a-moonlight

Happy b-day Nielh and happy b-day to me ♥ Please give them some love

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Across my Memories; Nadia Satrinava (The Arcana)

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"Time, curious time; Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs."

Summary: Nadia is Three when she first experienced walking through her dreams and a long time has passed from her memory of it to the present. There is a realization to be made but she's not there just yet.

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

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She doesn't remember leaving the palace, isn't even sure she's left her room at all after closing her eyes in her bed. But somehow she's here, and the sun in out and the winds are gentle.

Her eyes take in the endless grass plains, stunned and disbelieving all at once. She was sure it was nighttime, because it was bedtime.

"Hello!"

Nadia whips around, startled by the sound of a chirpy voice behind her. There stands a child infront of her, posture entirely too relaxed with a beaming smile on their face-

"Would you like a lemon-rind?"

In all her three years of experience with her sisters so far, all Nadia remembers is the frustration of when they'd take things from her- Under the impression she was weak. So when she sees the other child's carefree smile with scrunched eyes, outstreched hands holding a bag of candied lemon-rinds;

"They're my favourite! Maybe they can be yours too?"

Nadia accepts, and she feels happy when the bright smile manages to brighten even more. She sits down on the grass with the other child, happily thinking that she can make a friend now.

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Nadia sighs as she leans back into her chair, a hand coming up to rub at her temple as she scowls at the tax papers infront of her. She is glad that the city is doing well for itself and that the funds are being put to proper use- But that does not mean that she has to enjoy the numbers' penchant to make her feel cross-eyed and nauseated with their presence.

She does not know how long she sits there, zoning out. Only that her shoulders lift in relief when your voice floats from the study's entryway, calling her attention in that soft manner you've always reserved for her when she's at work.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything important."

The Countess smiles at you, a hand outstretched towards you; A beckon for you to come close. You move without needing to think of it, and Nadia smiles at the way your hand fits in hers so perfectly.

"I'm afraid that taxes are indeed important. But fortunately it is the headache they induce which you are currently interrupting, nuri aljamil."

The Prakan nickname softens your heart and you lean down to place a kiss to the top of her head. You let your lips linger as your beloved lets out a sigh of contentment at the gesture.

"Sometimes I find that a snack break is what's needed to get through rigorous work. These aren't very common now that the fruit is out of season, but luckily I've managed to find some out in the market today- Would you like a lemon-rind?"

Nadia's brow furrows as she leans away from you, eyes narrowed but lost as if she's trying to find something she doesn't quite know to look for.

You mistake her reaction for confusion, maybe she thinks you're offering her actual lemon rinds? You hasten to explain the misunderstanding.

"Candied lemon-rinds! Not the lemon rinds of freshly peeled lemons!"

Her expression does not change and her eyes only narrow further, and you're not quite sure it's a misunderstanding of contexts anymore but neither do you know what it is that your Countess is reaching for in that mind of hers- So you continue your explanation.

"They're my favourite, maybe... They can be yours too?"

You smile and bring out your other hand from behind your back, revealing a bag of candied lemon-rinds. Nadia stares at the candies for a moment before she looks back to you with a small smile.

"Thank you, hayati."

You beam at her and take a piece for yourself before earnestly placing it in your mouth.

Nadia doesn't know why it feels as though she's heard those words before. She can't remember when or where and that inability to grasp at a faded memory feels like an uncomfortable itch at her side.

An itch that she cannot reach.

The mystery can wait however, for the moment that she bites down on the lemon-rind you offered her, she finds that these can indeed become her favorites as well.

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A/N: I had an idea that Nadia and MC had met their dreams before The Tower, I wanted to play around with that "Imaginary Friend" trope but with my own spin on it to fit the Arcana storyline.

I'm thinking of making this idea into a multi-part but standalone work, would you guys be interested in seeing it happen? 🤔

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Hypothetical Logistics; Ada Wong (Resident Evil)

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"Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword."

Summary: With her line of work, it was no surprise to herself that she'd been convinced that the soft parts of life were never meant for her. Ada has never been happier to have been proven wrong.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Very small talk of "Hypothetical" guns, drugs, and missions.

Resident Evil Masterlist

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A groan leaves your mouth involuntarily when the soft sounds of rustling fabric slowly pulls you from the world of sleep. It ceases for a moment, and it's all the few seconds you need to crack one eye open to find Ada placing spare clothes into a backpack.

You close your eyes and sigh before stretching as as you can; like a cat, letting out a sound of satisfaction when a few joints crack satisfyingly.

The rustle of clothes and gear continue, and you are content to keep your eyes closed for just a few moments more. It's the sound of pills clinking against a plastic surface that successfully wakes your mind up and you can't help the grin that overtakes your lips.

"I don't think ibuprofen has ever been of any help in your line of work, babe."

Ada let's out a chuckle before the sound of a closing zipper takes up the silence that follows. You hear her solidly pat the fabric of the bag, a habit of hers you once compared to how a dad pats the hood of a car after finishing up with tampering the engine.

"Hypothetically speaking, a spy is more likely to pack roofies than ibuprofen, darling."

A humorous scoff leaves your lips and you finally open both your eyes for the first time since waking up tonight, you roll on your front and turn your head to face Ada- A teasing smile on your lips.

"And hypothetically speaking, you don't have a firearms license because all the firearms hidden around our house are loaded with paintballs."

You watch her hoist her bag onto the ottoman, eyes never leaving her form even as she turns to walk in your direction, even as she sits down back on her side of your bed. Ada slowly cards a hand through your hair, her fingernails ever so slightly scratching at your scalp.

For a little while there is nothing but contented silence floating in the bedroom air, the dim light from a nightstand lamp being the only thing illuminating the vast space.

The darkness of the room cannot dim the light in your fiancé's eyes as you bring your hand to lay atop of hers, which has now gone from your hair to your cheek. Ada smiles softly, slowly lifting your hand to her lips and placing a kiss to the back of it.

"Ever the gentlewoman, huh?"

"Unlike Leon, I actually know how to act around women."

The unexpected jibe at your shared acquaintance makes you burst out laughing. The light in her eyes and the smile on her lips never leaves Ada's face, infact they seem to brighten even more at the sound of your joy as she slips back under the covers.

Ada positions your bodies so that her arms are wrapped around you and your head is tucked beneath her chin, she does not pass up the chance to leave a lingering kiss to the crown of your head.

"The man is gay, Ada."

You feel her hum and you feel the follow up shrug as well. It does not escape your attention that her smug smile only grows at your words.

"So is Claire and yet she ended up with Valentine, while Leon and Chris still dance around each other like flaunting peacocks."

You poke her side, mumbling against her collarbone that she knew damn well that wasn't what you meant. Ada only settles down in reply, tightening an arm around you before readjusting the duvet so that both of you are snuggly cocooned in warmth. Comfortable, unbroken silence stretches out for so long that you feel your eyelids start to droop without your notice.

"So when's your next deployment, badass? I know it can't be next week since you always pack earlier than what's normally reasonable."

She hums in thought, trying to guess a possible date of when she'll be given the green light to begin the reconnaissance mission. She whispers to you "It might be a month from now? Two weeks at the very least? There was that one time that it took her employers almost half a year to finalize all the mission details."

You hum and Ada assumes you're brainstorming possibilities alongside her. But when she asks you what your best guess is and she gets no response after a beat, the thoughtful look is wiped from her face and all theories of field deployment are put away.

"Psst."

There is no response from you, only silence and lack of motion. She notices that your breathing has evened out and she shakes her head in fondness before letting out a sigh of contentment. "Was I really that boring, my darling girl?"

Ada doesn't need to look to know that you've fallen asleep on top of her. She closes her own eyes, places another lingering kiss on your head before taking a deep breath, committing the current moment to her memory as best as she can. Ada wills herself to go to sleep as well, but not before whispering a soft reminder to you.

"I love you, sweet thing."

The spy allows asleep to overcome her with a light heart in her chest, the light smile on her lips never fading as your hand resting on her shoulder subconsciously taps a finger four times against her skin in reply.

Three consecutive taps, a short delay, and then another tap.

"I love you too."

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A/N: Soft!Ada because most works of R.E women on this app are filthy, nasty, back-breaking smut (I will fight whoever accuses me of complaining 👀). I know that someone out there somewhere is wishing for a cute and soft moment with our wives, so I'm putting this out there!