#aro volturi x peter vincent

[a-darkworld-fool]

[art post] aro volturi x peter vincent ● noncon touching?

i want to see aro keep pretty human pets.

so,

[why-hate-procreate254]

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[alexandrtemplar]

here's some more

[mikafromhell]

All I want is a fanfic where Aro and Lucian fight to death for the love of Peter Vincent, is that so difficult?

I don't even know what Peters x Lucian ship is called but I will call them Lucter until told otherwise.

[famousmortimer]

That ‘gangly human,’ as you call him, is Peter - soon to be the newest addition to our coven.

What is his gift?

His gift? My dear Jane, he’s stolen my heart.

I shall retrieve it for you.

Figuratively! His blood sings to me the sweet song of one who is the reincarnated soul of my true love.

So, you don’t require me to carve out the heart from his chest?

No. Thank you, Jane.

find my actual Vincturi fics here.

[hurtslikeyourmouth]

Chapters: 1/1


Fandom: Twilight (Movies), Fright Night (2011), Good Omens Extended

Universe


Rating: Mature


Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence


Relationships: Aro (Twilight)/Peter Vincent


Characters: Aro (Twilight), Peter Vincent


Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Aro, Vampire Love


Series: Part 3 of Crimson Arias


Summary:

Fingers caressing bruised flesh. Pain. Sacrifice. Red is the blood that binds

us together.


Follows “Violet is the Sky”

[kira-7]

EDIT: From 4 December 2022, all my English works (WIPs and completed ones) can only be read by people with an ao3 account 😞🙇���

Somebody to die for (Good Omens; Demon/Priest AU; rated M; ReadCarefullyTagsPlease) X (for Italian people 🇮🇹)

How to love a vampire (Crossover Twilight/Fright Night; rated M) X (for Italian people 🇮🇹)

Best Home (Good Omens; Human AU; rated T) X (for Italian people 🇮🇹)

Trapped (Good Omens; Human AU Ghost AU; rated E; Horror; ReadCarefullyTagsPlease) X (for Italian people 🇮🇹)

The Darkest side of me (Crossover Harry Potter/Underworld; rated M) X (for Italian people 🇮🇹)

Death is only the beginning (Crossover Good Omens/The Mummy; Human AU; rated T) X (for Italian people 🇮🇹)

Anything for Martin (Gotham; Fake/Pretend Relationship; Post-Canon; rated M) X (for Italian people 🇮🇹)

What has hands but can not clap? (Gotham; Soulmate AU; rated M) X (for Italian people 🇮🇹)

I'm hoping you will see yourself like I see you (Crossover Harry Potter/Underworld; Canon Divergence for Good!Barty Jr; rated T) X (for Italian people 🇮🇹)

[marsinthecorner]

Peter Vincent (Fright Night 2011) x Aro Vultori (Twilight). Some Ineffable Husbands cross universe. Not a Twilight fan, but Tumblr made me love this pairing. Lol

[michealanddavidprojects]

My fan video of Aro and Peter with Depeche Mode's song 'Surrender'.

Especially for our fic, Il Tuo Cantante 💖

https://vimeo.com/377186733

[julielilac]

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Sometimes being unable to sleep does have some benefits

[famousmortimer]

Incredibly late, but here’s a round-up of the fics I posted to Ao3 in 2020. Enjoy. 💕

Black Is The Night (E) Aro x Peter Vincent

Violet Is The Sky (E) Aro x Peter Vincent

Serendipitous (E) Roland Blum x Kilgrave

Ignite  (M) Aziraphale x Crowley

Clandestine (E) Aziraphale x Crowley

Reunion (M) “The Bat” x Piers Pomfrey

The Serpent’s Kiss  (M) Aziraphale x Crowley

Grateful (T) Aziraphale x Crowley

[famousmortimer]

I just stumbled across a fic inspired by my Aro x Peter series, Crimson Arias. Fun! ☺️

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Twilight Series - All Media Types, Fright Night (2011) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aro (Twilight)/Peter Vincent Characters: Aro (Twilight), Peter Vincent, Lucian (Underworld) Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Torture, Blood and Injury, Human/Vampire Relationship Summary:

Peter and Aro have been in a relationship for some time, Peter acting as a liaison between hunters and vampires. He’s away on a hunt when a new big coven attacks and takes over Volterra and Peter did always know how to look after himself.

Inspired by crimson arias by @notatracer. https://archiveofourown.org/series/1762087

[hurtslikeyourmouth]

Chapters: 63/?


Fandom: Twilight (Movies), Fright Night (2011), Underworld (Movies)


Rating: Mature


Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply


Relationships: Aro (Twilight)/Peter Vincent, Aro (Twilight)/Lucian

(Underworld)/Peter Vincent, Aro (Twilight)/Lucian (Underworld), Lucian

(Underworld)/Peter Vincent


Characters: Aro (Twilight), Peter Vincent, Lucian (Underworld)


Additional Tags: Vampire hunting, vampire seducing, vampire smooching,

trans Peter Vincent, attempted werewolf seduction, Successful werewolf

seduction, Hot supernatural threesomes (eventually)


Summary:

Aro finds himself in need of a vampire hunter for hire, and Peter in the

unenviable position of being the vampire hunter the ancient vampire

chooses.

chapter 63: Going Home

[marsinthecorner]

I decided to try a #DTIYS challenge for the first time! So here is @anschiart of Aro and Peter.🖤 I love the dynamic for these characters and they drew them so cute. Hope it turned out well lmao.

[michealanddavidprojects]

Il Tuo Cantante

So, this is the translation of my fic that is originally written in Portuguese and I hope you all enjoy your reading 😊. Sorry for any errors and canon divergences, I haven’t watched Fright Night yet. Have fun ���

Aro Volturi/Peter Vincent

Rated T.

Peter Vincent prided himself on being a great vampire hunter and hating the bastards enough, thank you very much.The fucking bloodsuckers from hell. Peter is an illusionist, he did magic shows for a living. All was going well until Charlie came asking for help and one thing led to another, and the mess that happened after he killed that Jerry bastard was enough for him to go back to England. It wasn't a bad thing, most of the time he even missed home. Now he was famous and had some money. Going back home was great.

Getting to his old house had been simple. It was a simple house in a residential neighborhood of London, his house had two floors, 5 windows, a low wall, an ugly yellow-ish lawn on the garden. Peter came in, turned the key in the lock, being greeted by a thick curtain of dust and a loose plank on the hardwood floor. He was going to have to tidy everything up by himself and no magic tricks would help him.

Open the windows and dust off the little furniture he had there was very tiring. He had only to sweep and dust off more things. He was getting hungry. He looked up for the nearest place on Uber Eats, he made his order that consisted of a sandwich, some salad and a beer. While climbing up the stairs to his bedroom he started to think that he needed a place to rest that night after his show because he doubted his old bedroom would be in good condition to stay the night. He would try to book a hotel room just for that night, then on next morning he could go on some very necessary shopping.

His room was still the same: blue walls, gothic band posters, a Dracula poster with a dagger in his chest, some horror literature classics, the dusty windows making the sunlight barely enter the room. Peter picked up a broom and began sweeping the dusty floor while listening to loud music. He was in the middle of cleaning, trying to clean under the bed when he found a wooden box with a lock. He frowned. What was that ? He didn't remember sealing the box or even having it, much less that it was there. The doorbell rang reminding him of the lunch delivery, he hurried downstairs, opened the door, took his order, slammed the door in the delivery’s guy face. Peter went back to his bedroom, he sat on the clean path of floor, his delivery beside him in a paper bag, he stared suspiciously at the dark wooden box as he watched the object his heart pounded and he felt a shiver run down his spine. That wasn't good, at all. With a little trick he managed to open the box, when he lift the lid that sensation that closely resembled a nervousness seemed to intensify. They were his books about the Volturi. I mean, just one book was about 'The Volturi' the rest was all about only one Volturi.

Little scrapbooks, very few modern photos, photos from paintings dating from the French Revolution, and stories, all about Aro. Aro from what Peter had read was one of the most powerful in the clan, a touch and he would know about your entire life, he could smell your blood and read your thoughts.

As a teenager Peter had convinced himself that knowing so much about Aro was a good way of knowing the enemy. His heart and stomach did a somersault when he lowered his eyes to stare at one of the clippings on his hand. A painting of Aro, a portrait dating from a little after the World War II. Sometimes he wondered if those eyes always had been that deep shade of red or if they had been another colour when he was alive.

Things started to get a little more obvious when Peter turned 18 it was when he started to dream of Aro. they were strange dreams, to say the least in Peter's opinion. In some of his dreams he was waltzing with Aro through eighteenth-century Italian ballrooms with a rich decoration, others he only offered himself in sacrifice and these were pleasurable dreams, most times he’d wake up feeling bad about it.

Sometimes he’d read, scientific articles just to make sure it was his mind making things up when he knew it wasn't.

Peter closed the box, he didn't want to see that anymore.

Aro as charming as he was, he was still a bloody vampire and he refused to have feelings for the bastard.

***

Aro was excited. He had taken a vacation, everything was at peace and he deserved it he wanted to see more of the world. Well, not from the world, he refused to go to the United States again. That Cullen’s mess. He decided to start with the place he had liked the most and would allow him to explore the designer shops during the day. London, of course. Aro rented a house in Mayfair. He was also excited because at night he was going to do something human, he bought a ticket for a magic show at a West End theater and he was thrilled. Aro had never seen a magic show before, that is to say not in these modern and faithless days, these modern days where humans didn’t believe in anything, not even in their own God, and well, those who believed in anything were deemed as mad people, fanatics.

Aro loved humans frivolities. He found it amusing how humans had transformed something they feared immensely in the past into something to have fun these days. He smiled to himself remembering the days that a simple trick made the fragile humans gasp, terrified of that nasty sorcery, screaming that was the devil’s doing.

He looked at himself in the full lenght mirror his well-cut suit fitting like a glove. He almost looked normal except for his long, old fashioned hair and his too pale skin. Aro picked up a pair of scissors and cut his hair, which was sure to grow back until the next morning, adopting a more ordinary, short, modern hair cut to blend in better with the mortals, he put on his sunglasses, and went out into the night.

He sat in one of the first rows to follow everything closely when he felt an uneasiness rising within him, it was bad, whispers seemed to fill his mind.

Find me, find me, I'm here, darling

The whispers seemed to sing inside his head. Aro shook his head trying to silence the voice that sounded like a mesmerizing song in his mind. Slow and sensual.

The stage lights dimmed he took off his glasses to see the show better, the whispers ceased for a moment until he laid his eyes on the illusionist. A dizziness hit him, his mouth filling with the poison they produced, not the one they used to kill but the one they used when they wanted to have pleasure, it was sweet. His fangs were already projected and his whole body seemed to be focused on this moment.

His eyes met the illusionist’s the world stopped, the boy seemed as surprised as him, the human’s mind was a mix of feelings. Only the young magician existed then, the scent of his blood invading all his senses. Heady. The whispers in Aro’s mind said:

You found me !!! Finally!!.

The young human's blood was singing to him. Ah, the irony.

Aro needed to know who this man was. This man just completely bewitched him, Aro needed to know the name of the one who seemed to be his lover. He needed to know. The young magician had looked away from him. Aro resigned himself to continuing wishing their eyes would met again. That man, that lovely magician was his now.