Angel from Montgomery
Request: this story isn’t based on a request [but it is based on this.]
Summary: Rob finds himself overwhelmed with strong emotions when Kristen serenades him with the song she sand in Into The Wild.
Rating: PG
Genre: fluff
Word count: 743
Author’s note: I had a fangirl moment when posting this imagine and decided to write a one-shot to get the feels out of my system (though I doubt RK system can ever get completely out of my system...)
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The sky is black above them, the golden glow from the campfire being the only light around them. The crackling sounds from the flames and the occasional strums on the guitar are the only things breaking the silence.
They’re sitting across from each other, their knees touching.
“I am an old woman, named after my mother-“ Kristen suddenly starts singing, making Rob look up at her, his eyes shining by the familiar tune and the sound of her singing those words.
As she continues singing and playing on the guitar she looks into his eyes, and he looks back at her, their eyes having a conversation their mouths never could.
Looking into those persuasive green eyes, listening to her sing that sing and watching her play it on a guitar, Rob feels like he’s been taken back to 2007. If it wasn’t because she was sitting with the guitar he gave her for the birthday all those years ago, and the fact that he can feel her looking into his soul, he would actually think that he was back on Steph’s couch, falling in love with the green-eyed brunette singing Angel from Montgomery, once again.
The only differences between this moment and the infamous one in 2007, are – firstly – that said green-eyed brunette in front of him is not made of small red, green and blue dots on his agent’s TV-screen, she is a real, living and breathing person. Now she sees him too, it’s not just him seeing her; they see each other. Then there’s the fact that she’s wearing his t-shirt and the promise ring he gave her, when she realised that she was the one.
If he told his 2007 self, that eight years from now, he’ll be in him and Kristen Stewart´s garden, in front of him and Kristen Stewart’s house, sitting by the lit fire pit across from Kristen Stewart as he listens to her sing Angel from Montgomery, while she plays the chords on a guitar he has given her, his 2007 self would burst out laughing before telling him to fuck off. There is no way he would have believed anything like that back in 2007. Maybe if Kristen Stewart herself had been the one to give him the message, but even then he’d probably be sceptical about the idea.
In eight years, he’s met her, kissed her, worked with her, had long and meaningful late-night conversations with her, smoked with her, gotten drunk with her. He’s fallen in love with herm made her doubt her relationship with her then boyfriend, made her fall in love with him. He’s kissed her – for real this time –, had sex with her more times than he can count on his fingers and toes. He’s started dating her, told her he loved her and had tell him the same thing in return, moved in with her, been accepted as her boyfriend by her friends and family. He’s adopted three dogs with her, talked about babies and marriage with her, protected and defended her, asked her to marry him (her answer was ‘not right now’, but he keeps asking), had her agree to start trying for a baby with him, and finally, he’s been loved by her as much as she’s been loved by him.
Fuck, 2007 Me would be proud, Rob thinks, his sudden emotional state causing tears to well up in his eyes.
Kristen is still singing and splaying and he feels himself falling in love with her for the third time in his life; the first time was when he first saw her in Into The Wild. The second time was when he first met her, and the third time is now.
He thanks whoever or whatever that has caused him to end up with her. He doesn’t even want to consider a universe where he’s never watched Into The Wild, never went to the Twilight audition, never met her…
Fuck, he thinks and decides to concentrate on Kristen and her literally life-changing voice instead.
When the song is over, at tear or two have escaped Rob’s eyes, staining his heated cheek in the process. Kristen sees it in the glow from the fire, but doesn’t comment on it. A couple of tears are falling freely down her face, as well.
“Again?” Rob requests, and Kristen’s doesn’t ask; she can see everything she needs to know in Rob’s eyes.
So she starts playing the song from the top.
And Rob falls in love with her all over again.


















