Robsten Fanfiction

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.

Request: [this fic isn’t based on an request]

Summary: Rob watches Kristen walk down the aisle.

Rating: PG

Author’s note: just a short a drabble I suddenly got the idea for.

He watches her walk down the aisle, her long white dress flowing over the ground as she makes her way towards him. His gaze wanders up her body, over her soft curves, and reaches her face in the end. As their eyes meet, their whole story plays in his head, flashbacks of everything they’ve experienced and overcome together.

She smiles at him and he feels like melting right on the spot.

She’s moving slowly, too slowly, and for a second he considers running down to her. She looks at him with patient eyes as if she can read his mind, and pushes the thought aside.

He looks over her body once again, taking in her beautiful white dress, her trembling hands holding the bouquet, her slow shaky steps in his direction. They get eye contact again and he swears to God, he falls in love with her all over again. He then realises that he’s about to marry this perfectly imperfect woman. ‘Fuck, it’s real’, he thinks as she takes her last step towards him, her hand being placed in his.

“Cut!” Bill calls out.

Request: [something based on this] - welcometothepattinsons

Summary: Rob walks the streets of Paris.

Rating: it's a bit too dirty in some parts to be PG-13, but I wouldn't call it NC-17 either...

Genre: fluff

Author's note: Please be aware that this fic is not based on the recent pictures of Rob shopping in Paris. I had nothing but the request in mind when I wrote this fic.

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As he walked the streets of Paris, he glanced at the sky and then afterwards at his watch to see what the time was.

When he was reminded of the date for the second time that morning - the first time being when his girlfriend had sent him a message: a selfie in bed, all sleepy and breathtakingly beautiful with a content smile on her face, telling him that she loved him and that she couldn't believe it'd already been so long -, he couldn't help but grin widely, nor pretend that he didn't feel the fluttery feeling in his heart tugging lightly in the "I'm-so-fucking-in-love" kind of way.

  He started walking again, his thoughts drifting to Kristen, and what had happened so many years ago.

  It was their anniversary. Their bloody anniversary, and he was supposed to be at home, kissing the shit out of his love and then jump between the sheets with her afterwards.

  But he wasn't - he was in Paris, and though one might had found fitting for the situation, since that's the city that actually caused them to have their anniversary on this exact date, he sure as hell would prefer the first scenario - being at home, cuddling with his girl.

  When a familiar sign with a familiar logo caught his eye from the side of the street, he stopped abruptly, turing to look at the shop.

  It was a lingerie boutique. A French lingerie boutique, and he remembered it very clearly; he'd been in this store before but with a quite more feminine companion than himself. Seven years ago he'd been walking down this exact street, five tiny, warm fingers grabbing his hand lightly, tugging him along. When the owner of the fingers in question had suddenly stopped, he'd nearly stumbled over her feet (he might have been too lost in her green eyes to be able to focus on anything else). He hadn't turned his attention to see what she was looking at; hadn't been finished with her eyes quite yet. She'd shaken her head and quickly walked away, pulling him with her, but not before he'd had time to take a glance at what had caught her eyes.

  When he'd been met by the sight of two large windows both displaying mannequins wearing French lingerie, he'd first gaped, then smirked.

  "Kris?" He'd called out, dragging out the only vwel in her name, the smug grin evident in his voice.

  She'd stopped dead in her tracks and he'd felt her tense.

  Tugging on his hand, she'd told him without words that she was not planning on setting her foot in that shop. She was too insecure.

  "Come on, baby! You'll look sexy," he'd assured her in a low, sympathetic voice. She'd blushed.

  Finally turning around, she'd first given the store a look and then Rob. She'd looked at him with such shyness and self-consciousness that he'd wanted to pull her in his arms and tell her how hot and sexy her found her body. She'd always been a little unhappy over her boobs that were not so full as she'd liked them to be, and the rest of her body which she'd never thought was that feminine.

  He'd wanted to whisk every worry of hers away by worshipping her body in ways he only knew how to. In the middle of the street hadn't been the place for that though, despite the fact that Paris was the city of love...

  "You'll look sexy," he's repeated, muttering it under his breath as he'd pulled her into the small boutique they had been standing in front of.

  Once they'd walked in, he hadn't been able to keep his hands off of her - her hips, her thighs, her hair, her cheek, her ass, and from time to time he’d even brushed his hand against her breast un purpose, though he'd sworn to her that was one hundred percent an accident. She'd given him the evil-eye but hadn't been able to keep her lips from twitching up into a slight smirk.

  It was the French lingerie that had caused his inability to keep his hands to himself. Or well, it hadn't been the underwear itself, but his imagination that had sent possible images of Kristen wearing the different sets of undergarments, running through his head.

  And when she'd found a couple of bras, panties and thongs (those in particular had him going crazy just looking at in his girlfriend's small hand) she'd wanted to try on, and Rob, after having given Kristen the puppy-eyes, had convinced her that he'd better go with her into the dressing room, the insanity of Robert Pattinson's horniness had shown its true self.

  Rob was taken back to the present when he felt his pants tighten by the memory of the first time they'd went into that store. Whatever part of his brain that had assured him it was a good idea to accompany her in that dressing room had been oh so wrong, or maybe the explanation was that he'd been thinking with he head between his legs...

  Movement behind the large windows caught his eye, and he suddenly got an idea. He hadn't bought Kristen a gift for their anniversary yet and now that he was standing in front of what had become her favourite lingerie shop - she wouldn’t admit it if you asked her, but Rob knew her by heart - over the years, he now knew what to get her for this special day. Starting with buying her underwear in the proper size, he thought, chuckling lightly to himself.

Silently humming the tune of Falling in Love For The Last Time, he walked into the boutique to look for some lingerie for his love.

As his hands glided through lace and blondes, he couldn't help his excitement for seeing her in the underwear he was picking for her. He'd already picked, he was just searching for the right size, her new size - God forbid he came home with a bra that did not support her newly expanding boobs or a pair of panties that she wouldn't be able to slide over her now-wide hips. She was pregnant and did tend to get a little hormonal now and then - he didn't want to make it worse, giver her the wrong impression by buying her some lingerie in her pre-pregnancy size. He simply adored the idea of body changing in order to carry their baby - he wouldn’t have it any other way, and he wanted her to know that. 

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A/N: so Ash (creativerk) asked me if I wanted to do like a game (sorta) where we'd be giving each other three prompts to choose from, and then motivating each other that way - now we're gonna post the result!

Ash started giving me three really freaking great song prompts but I unfortunately had to admit that I wasn't talented enough to come up with something taht'd be satisfying enough if I wrote from one of those prompts, so she had to give me three new, which were, "who said anything about triplets?", We Found Love - Rihanna, and, The Elephant Medley from the Moulin Rouge movie. I chose to go with We Found Love because I had a really clear idea of how I wanted to write it, and well, it didn't get so long but I hope you enjoy it anyway!

A/N 2: here's the link to the piece Ash wrote based on the prompt I gave her.

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Sometimes she wondered how the hell it’d all happened; how it all could possibly play out that way.

It just didn’t make sense to her how they could fall in love in such a hopeless place as the world they were living in. How they could even find love in such a hopeless place.

Yet she was utterly amazed by how they’d made it – the love – work despite all the difficulties and obstacles you may meet when walking around in said hopeless place.  But yet again, they were them and they were together, so maybe it did make sense.

When she thought of it long enough, she found the whole thing kinda beautiful; the fact that such a little thing as an audition for a movie could bring them together – “started from the bottom, now we’re here” as they say.

The longer she thought of it, the more ridiculous she also thought it was – they’d met at an audition and then been fooling around on four movie sets afterwards, now – eight years later – she’d just found herself pregnant with his baby.

She thought of all what they’d been through, everything they’d overcome together, and how they’d still remained a happy but also strong couple in the end.

Yes, they’d found love in a hopeless place, but it was their hopeless place.

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[Please don't just scroll past this!]

Request: You can write some robert and kristen are home kissing and saying how much they love, something quiet but very romantic – letsbfflove

Summary: [same as request]

Rating: PG

Genre: fluff

Author's note: this took me shorter than expected. I hope that didn't cause it to be literally a piece of shit...

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Rob was leaned over the railing of the balcony, checking mails on his phone. Lifting his head, he took a look at the sun catching a light, glistening filter over the palm trees and swimming pools of Los Feliz, and smiled to himself before he went back to his emails.

“I love you,” a weak voice sounded behind him as a set of petite arms wrapped around his shirtless middle. His love had awaken from her slumber. He felt her head lean against his back as she placed a kiss between his shoulder blades, making him smile even wider. Instead of answering her confession he just turned around in her arms, gently cupped her face and leaned down to kiss her tenderly.

“Uh. Oh. Mmmm…” Kristen mumbled against Rob’s lips, surprised by his sudden actions yet still truly pleased by them.

When they – much to both of them’s dislike – had to pull apart for air, they leaned their foreheads against  one another’s as they exchanged breathless “good morning”´s and “I love you so much”´s.

Intertwining her fingers with Rob’s, Kristen stood on tip-toes to give Rob three pecks on the mouth before he captured her lips with his own and started kissing her just as passionately as before.

“I’m so in love with you,” Rob moaned in between kisses making Kristen’s heart pound even faster in her chest.

Suddenly the sound of Cole’s paws scratching against the glass door that led to the balcony filled the otherwise silent morning air interrupting Robert and Kristen’s second morning kiss.

“Ugh,” Kristen groaned when their lips disconnected. It was never nice to be interrupted when kissing your fiancé, not even when it was by your pup who just wanted love and attention.

“Hi Boo,” Rob cooed as Cole excitedly ran out on the balcony when Rob had opened the doors. Sitting down on the ground, he gently pet their little furry baby, before he got up and walked over to Kristen who was enjoying the view with her hands grabbing tightly around the railing. Careful not to startle her, he wrapped his arms around her from behind and started placing small wet kisses on the side of her neck.

“Mmm… love you,” Kristen mumbled enjoying the feel of Rob’s lips against her hot skin.

“Love you too,” he answered taking her earlobe between his teeth before gently biting down and then releasing it afterwards.

Turning around in Rob’s embrace, Kristen locked her fingers in the back of his neck before carefully pulling him down so she could kiss him. He quickly caught on and deepened the kiss causing them both to smile wide by the pleasure they received from one another.

Jesus Christ guys! What part of 'put your most fluffy request in my askbox', didn't you understand, lol. I'm not mad, just surprised; I asked for the fluffiest ideas ever and when I go check my ask box there are three angsty requests and one fluffy waiting for me, what is that supposed to mean? You like my angst or I suck at writing fluff? Lol, okay, I'm not gonna dwell on it but I'm not sure I'm gonna write those angsty requests either, 'cause none of them are realy screaming 'write me' and I did ask for fluff, but we'll see. You never know when it's Kathy Kath who's sitting behind the screen.

My opinion on their relationship? Well, obviously I believe they're together. I also think I believe that they've got baby/Kristen has been pregnant, but I don't feel 100% sure; I can't say that I believe in it, nor can I say that I don't.

You ask me if I believe in rumours about them, and it really depends on which rumours. If you're referring to the Rob/Katy and what else (shite) the tabloids may be writing about them, then no. I see every rumour written in a tabloid as a piece of really bad angsty fanfiction with an author that keeps jumping ship and then jumping back again, but, you know, whatever. 

I've got literally no fluffy requests in my askbox right now - they're all very angsty. What happned to fluff guys? You don't like it? Someone once told me that angsty fics where what I was best at, and maybe that's true, but I enjoy writing fluff a lot more, so please do me a favour and put your most fluffy request in my askbox - I'd more than love to write it.

Here is a list of thing I won't write about. Make sure your request doesn't match any of the things written below before you put it on my askbox. If your request do match any of the things below, I'll delete it and it won't be written. I'm not mean, just trying to make it clear what I will write about and what I won't.

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Murder/Death - unlike many other (famous) authors, I don't kill the people in my stories, not in my Robsten fanfiction at least. I know that Rob is dead in Half a Heart and that's the first and last time someone will be dead in a one-shot written by me. This doens't mean that I won't write Rob/Kristen comforting their other hal when said person loses a family member, friend, etc, but apart from Half a Heart, neither Rob or Kristen will be dead/dying/killed in any of my pieces.

Sex - As long as I've got no experince with sex, I won't write about it - I'm simply too afraid of not being accurate about something. However, this doesn't mean that I'm gonna avoid the topic, I mean, boy, ahve you read what I've written? When I was publishing Timeline on Wattpad and said it was rated PG-13, a warning from Wattpad popped up on my screen and said "some of the content in my fic was causing it to be R-rated, and I was like, "no! That can't be true! I'm not able to write anything rated higher than PG-13." But then I read my fic through once again and I kinda understood, kinda, why it was rated R. But yeah, smut/lemons is not something I'm gonna write, but I'll still have sexy/sexual remarks like some of them you see in my piece called Yoga.

Robert and Kristen dating other people than each other - this blog is dedicated to Robert and Kristen as a couple so if you want to talk/read about Robert and/or Kristen dating anyone but one another, this is not the place for you (:

American Traditions - I'm 100% European hence I don't celebrate things like 4th of July, Thanksgiving and Super Bowl. I don't mean to be a bitch, I'm just telling you that these are things that I have absolutely no clue about how is happening, and therfore can't write about them. FIFA World Cup and Eurovision Song Contest are stuff I know how to write about, lol.

Duplicates - no matter how sweet/amazing the prompt may be, I'm not gonna write teh same thing it twice.