Another Twilight fanfic

AN: woooooooo... We fighting, we keep going. But we're still gonna upload.

I'm writing something for fun atm, posponing the original plan of FF. But doncha worry, I won't stop updating y'all with Robin's shenanigans... I'm just venting all/most of the drama there. Do y'all know the tv series Bones? That'll be a base universe for the MC. It'll be gut wrenching tho from the drama and you might wanna end me and say I'm torturing the poor MC, there will be some feel goods, but it's gonna be frustrating. So if yall see me upload it, this is my first heads up. Might not even upload it.

There's like 30+ advance chaps in KoFi and Patreon for the Twilight FF 😁👍

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Robin's POV

Now that NJ had been turned, our to-do list was stacked and chaotic. It wasn't pretty, but we were making progress. Some tasks were easier than others.

Supernatural 101: Check.

Fake death: Ongoing.

Loose ends (Johnny Freakin' Kennedy): Frustratingly unresolved.

I had been vetoed on handling JFK the way I wanted. Something about "causing mass chaos in the United States" and "maybe don't assassinate a sitting president" or whatever. Tsk. Buzzkills, the lot of them.

Speaking of loose ends, Olivia came up in conversation again. I hadn't thought about her in... well, longer than I'd care to admit. Turns out NJ and I both felt guilty about that. We'd been so caught up in this supernatural hurricane that we'd forgotten to figure out how to break the news to her.

After much arguing—NJ being all sentimental, Rosalie weighing in with a very non-jealous "rational" opinion, and me playing referee—we decided Olivia would have to believe NJ had died. It was harsh, but necessary. Luckily, Olivia had already moved on. She was with Danny, the bartender she met at that pub where I'd saved them. A Godsend, really; we didn't have to worry about her being too heartbroken.

And if you're wondering if I'm planning to visit for NJ's fake wake, the answer is no. I'd send someone else to offer my condolences—probably Jatix, since Olivia didn't know him. Detached and efficient. A clean break. Yes, it was an asshole move, and yes, Rosalie made sure to call me out on it. NJ, too, though she at least understood my logic.

For NJ's "death," we settled on a boating accident. No body, no need for elaborate lies. We even picked a few scumbags in the industry to pin the blame on—predators who deserved a few metaphorical stones thrown their way. Trust me, you don't need the details. Just know that it worked. While the world grieved the loss of a star, I was already moving on to the next crisis.

As for Jatix, I might have been petty. Instead of sending him to Italy as backup (which he'd been begging for), I assigned him to oversee Nasu's mundane business interests while Nasu was away. That included managing the money and dealing with pests the human way—no claws, no guts, no glory. Think John Wick, but strictly corporate.

Look, it wasn't all punishment. He still got to rough up anyone who messed with our assets. But for a creature like Jatix, who thrived on blood and battle, this was the equivalent of sending him to timeout with crayons. Still, he took it like a champ. Mostly.

Meanwhile, Rosalie, NJ, Nasu, and I decided to take a detour before heading to Alaska. NJ would be stuck there for a while, and Rosalie wanted to visit some of the places I'd frequented before we reunited.

"I want to see how you lived while we were apart," she said.

It was sweet. At least until Nasu opened his mouth.

"You should check out Club Lux," he said, his tone oh-so-innocent. "That's Robin's favorite spot. She sings there sometimes, and everyone adores her."

The way he emphasized everyone made my stomach drop. I glared at him, but he just smirked back.

Bruh. One pudding incident, and this is how you repay me? Fine, seven pudding incidents, but still!

And so, here we were, walking into Club Lux. Cold sweat trickled down my back as I prayed to ROB that none of my former acquaintances were around.

Rosalie glanced at me, her golden eyes narrowing. "Sweetheart, your heart is racing. And you're sweating." Her tone was calm, but the small smile on her lips was anything but reassuring. It said, I know you're hiding something, and I'm going to find out what.

From behind us, NJ and Nasu stifled laughter. Oh, they were enjoying this way too much. Traitors.

"You okay, babe?" Rosalie asked, her voice dripping with faux concern.

"I'm fine," I said quickly. Too quickly.

"Hmm," she said, clearly unconvinced.

We entered through the private entrance, which led to a hallway lined with discreet doors. One led to my office; others were private rooms for VIPs. The corridor was quiet.

So far, so good.

No one was here. No familiar faces. No awkward encounters. I started to relax. Maybe ROB was feeling generous today—

Then, a door creaked open.

Of-freaking-course.

Three women stepped out, their laughter echoing in the hallway. At first, they didn't notice us. They were too busy chatting about—ugh, I didn't want to know.

Then one of them spotted me. Her eyes lit up.

"Robin!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of delight and surprise.

Rosalie's head snapped toward me, her expression sharp enough to cut glass.

"Robin," she repeated, her tone now very different.

The first woman rushed over, throwing her arms around me. "I didn't know you were back! You didn't call!"

Rosalie cleared her throat. Loudly.

I tried to disentangle myself, but the woman clung on like a damn barnacle. "Hey, uh, great to see you, but—"

A second woman joined in. "Robin! It's been forever!"

The third one smirked, her gaze sliding over to Rosalie. "So, this is why we haven't seen you around, huh?"

"This," Rosalie repeated, her voice low and dangerous, "is spoken for... mine."

All three women froze.

"Oh," said the first one, slowly letting go of me.

"Oh," said the second, taking a step back.

The third just laughed. "Guess that explains a lot."

NJ and Nasu were dying. Nasu was leaning against the wall, tears streaming down his face. NJ was clutching her stomach, audibly wheezing.

Meanwhile, I was cursing ROB in my head.

Really? I thought. This is what I get for not assassinating JFK, huh?

Rosalie crossed her arms, glaring at me. "Care to explain?"

I opened my mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. "Uh…"

"I'm waiting," she said, her tone sweet but lethal.

"Funny story," I began, but Rosalie raised an eyebrow, and the words died in my throat.

"Go on," she prompted.

"Actually, it's more of a long story—"

"Make it short," she snapped.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "They're… old friends?"

The first woman snorted. "Friends? Is that what we're calling it now?"

Rosalie's eyes narrowed further.

"I'll explain later," I said hastily. "Can we not do this here?"

"Oh, we'll definitely be talking later," Rosalie said.

Behind us, NJ finally caught her breath. "Robin, you are so screwed."

"No kidding," I muttered.

Nasu grinned. "This is the best day of my life."

"Glad I could entertain you," I said dryly.

"You always do," he replied.

I shot him a look, but he just smirked. Meanwhile, Rosalie was still glaring at me like she was mentally planning my funeral.

Yup. Definitely screwed.

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The club was buzzing with energy. Cowboy hats everywhere, boots stomping to the beat of a country tune, and enough plaid shirts to outfit a small rodeo. Normally, I loved the chaos of theme nights, but tonight? Tonight was a minefield.

Rosalie stood at the bar, looking gorgeous as ever in a fitted black jacket and her signature scowl. That scowl was currently directed at me, though her golden eyes hinted at a mix of amusement and simmering irritation. I could feel her judgment like a laser boring into my back as I headed toward the stage.

It wasn't entirely my fault that a parade of past flings had just walked out of the VIP lounge like some bad sitcom. Okay, maybe it was a little my fault. But that didn't matter now. I had to fix this.

"Jimmy!" I called to one of the staff. "Got a guitar back there?"

Jimmy nodded, grinning. "You betcha, Ms. Lux."

Yup, I'm Miss Lux here, Robin LUX.

"Bring it to me," I said, cracking my knuckles. If Rosalie was going to be mad, I might as well make her mad in style.

The stage was set, and the crowd hushed as I stepped into the spotlight. Jimmy handed me the guitar, and I slung it over my shoulder, adjusting my cowboy hat for maximum charm. I tested a few chords, wincing slightly at how rusty I was. No matter.

"This one's for someone special," I said into the mic, locking eyes with Rosalie. Her scowl deepened, but there was a flicker of curiosity in her gaze.

Then I started strumming the opening chords of You Look Like You Love Me.

"When you walked into the room, darlin',

You lit it up brighter than the moon.

With golden eyes that cut right through me,

You made a cowboy out of this ol' goon."

The crowd started clapping along, the infectious beat taking over. I grinned as Rosalie's lips twitched, like she was trying not to smile.

"You look like you love me,

Like you're dreaming of me.

Baby, you're the melody

I can't get outta my head."

The crowd whooped, and I leaned into the mic, singing directly to Rosalie now:

"You've got me roped and tied,

Like a lassoed fool for life.

But darlin', I don't mind—

Just as long as you're mine."

Rosalie raised an eyebrow, her arms still crossed, but I could see her softening. Nasu and NJ were in the back, laughing like hyenas.

I threw in a little flourish with the guitar, spinning it dramatically for effect. The crowd ate it up.

"You look like you love me,

And I know I'm lucky.

Baby, you're the fire

That keeps this cowboy warm at night."

By now, Rosalie's lips were curling into an actual smile. It was small, but it was there. Victory was in sight.

I added a playful wink, crouching at the edge of the stage to get even closer to her:

"I ain't got a horse, but I'll ride to you,

Through storms, deserts, and bar brawls too.

Just give me a sign, darlin', say the word—

And I'll be yours, true and true."

The last verse came softer, sweeter, as I locked eyes with her:

"You look like you love me,

Like your heart beats for me.

Baby, I'd cross every line

If it meant you'd be mine."

The final chord rang out, and the room erupted into applause. I stood, tipping my hat as I hopped off the stage and walked straight to Rosalie. She was smiling now, full-on smiling, and I swear it made the whole room feel brighter.

"Well?" I asked, grinning like a fool.

Rosalie shook her head, her smile not faltering. "You're ridiculous."

"Ridiculously charming," I corrected.

"Don't push it, cowboy," she said, but the warmth in her tone told me I was off the hook.

As we made our way back to the bar, NJ was practically doubled over laughing.

"Oh my God," she said between giggles. "That was—wow. I mean, the cowboy hat? The wink? Robin, you're like a walking rom-com."

"Shut up," I muttered, though I couldn't help but laugh along.

Nasu smirked. "Impressive. But, uh… I noticed something."

"What?"

NJ chimed in, her grin wicked. "The song. You didn't change the pronouns."

I blinked. "So?"

"You sang it like you're in love with a dude," NJ said, laughing harder. "A dude named… what? Buck? Tex?"

Rosalie tilted her head, clearly amused. "You didn't change the pronouns?"

I shrugged, leaning casually against the bar. "What can I say? I ain't heterophobic. I can be bi for a song."

The three of them burst out laughing, and even I had to chuckle at myself.

"Besides," I added, flashing Rosalie a smirk. "You didn't seem to mind."

Rosalie rolled her eyes, but the smile she gave me was full of affection.

"You're impossible," she said, leaning closer.

"Yeah, but you love me for it," I said, bumping my shoulder against hers.

Her only response was a soft laugh, but the look in her eyes said everything I needed to know.

For the first time that night, I felt like I could actually relax—until a voice called out from across the room.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Robin Lux."

I froze. Turning slowly, I saw a group of women approaching, all of them with knowing smiles.

"Aw, hell," I muttered under my breath.

Rosalie's smile vanished, replaced by a look of cold, deadly curiosity.

"Friends of yours?" she asked, her voice deceptively calm.

"Uh…" I started, already cursing ROB in my head.

Behind me, NJ and Nasu were laughing so hard they could barely breathe.

I just barely got her to forgive me! tsk... I'm so screwed.

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