Imagines, Preferences, Oneshots of our favorite cloak wearing vampires. Requests are open. I will cover any member of the Volturi coven/guard or any requested Twilight character. Enjoy!

Life mated to the kings. Totally self-serving. Smut, fluff, and angst. A collection of one-shots and mini-series.

WARNING: UNEDITED. Volturi Love. Juliet Harp, a young English girl who moves to Forks for a once in life time opportunity. After a bad accident, the Cullen's, her 'American Family', decide to turn her into one of them. Word travels to the Volturi that yet another Cullen has joined their world. Aro wants to see if she is gifted, and Marcus wants to stop the ache in his heart. I do not own Twilight, or any of the characters. This is a simple, non-profit, fanfiction. New cover!! Same story!!

This is just the Volturi ! You are welcomed to request imagines 💙

Get your lemons here! Leave suggestions in the A/N pages. I don't do BxB fanfics, sorry. I don't mind BxB ships or anything, I'm just not good with writing it and I think you wouldn't enjoy it either. However, I do GxG fanfics. Thank you for understanding! I have nothing against BxB fanfics ^^💜

y/n and Tom have been going to Hogwarts together for 6 years. She doesn't pay much attention to him, but he seems intrigued by her. She could be useful to him. (A/N Tom does not change but he does not go to musty no nose Voldemort) (THIS WILL HAVE MATURE SCENES IN IT) DISCLAIMER: obviously J.K. Rowling owns harry potter but many things in this story do not relate to the franchise.

"This isn't real, this should be happening" Tom mutters under his breath, his hands grasped onto the rail of the astronomy tower, head hung low. "What isn't real Tom?" He turns around and grabs your hand that hung at your side, bringing it up to his chest and placing on the smooth clothing that covered his warm flesh just above his heart "What are you doing to me?" he whispers, cupping your face with his other hand, stroking your soft cheek with his thumb. Your heart stopped momentarily as you stared into his glistening brown eyes that shone with longing. You closed your eyes, taking comfort in the warmth that spread through your body as he caressed you gently. "Goodbye (y/n)" Tom pulls back, your body suddenly cold, missing the warmth of his hand. The heels of his shoes click against the floor as you hear him walk away, he stops near the staircase and peers over his shoulder, taking one last glace with sad eyes before retreating down the steps. "Goodbye Tom" 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝒻𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑒𝒸𝒽𝑜 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒮𝑜 𝐼𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒.

"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘝𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴"

A mysterious pen-pal from Italy. It seemed as if a forever melancholy plagued in his sweet words to her. He longed for something more than his immortal life. Would she regret her sudden leap of faith? Would he ever feel happiness again? All Twilight characters, books, and films belong to Stephenie Meyer.