#quakerlass fics

[vincturi]

"How do you feel my love?" Asked Aro as Peter's now bright red eyes opened.

"That was fucking intense ", answered Peter.

"I am sorry. I wish I could have taken the pain of vampiric transformation from you but it is something we all had to suffer. "

"Yeah I know, at least I had you with me, to explain what would happen. " answered Peter with a smile. "I can hear and see so much more now. And you feel different, more human not so fucking freezing, if that makes sense," he continued running his hand up Aro's arm.

"That is because we are the same now. Now, do you want to see how you look as a deadly creature of the night?" Asked Aro gesturing to a mirror across the room.

"Hell yeah!" Peter jumped out of bed and raced across the room.

A moment later came a loud cry, "what happened to my fucking tattoos?"

And Aro laughed and laughed at his lovers drama.

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Valentine's flowers

“Delivery for Mr. Vincent,” came the voice over the intercom.

Peter frowned; he didn’t think he’d ordered anything. Then again, he had got very drunk a couple of nights ago so perhaps he’d ordered something and forgotten. He buzzed the delivery person in and waited to see what she was bringing.

“Oh,” he exclaimed as he saw the large bouquet of black roses.

“Could you please sign the delivery form while we bring in the rest?” asked the delivery driver, handing over the pad to sign.

“Wait, what do you mean rest,” asked Peter looking up as he signed.

Before he could do or say anything else, the door opened again and several more delivery people walked in carrying in many, many more bouquets.

“What the hell…”

“There is a card to go with them,” said the delivery woman handing over a small envelop. Then she and the others were gone leaving a rather startled Peter behind staring at the flowers that were all over his apartment.

He opened the card and read,

`Happy valentines my darling Peter. From your adoring Aro`.

He supposed he should have guessed, after all who else would do something like this.

Then, `achoo`, Peter sneezed loudly.

“Oh fuck, I’m going to,” `achoo`, “fucking kill him.”

Taking out his phone, while still sneezing Peter, phoned Aro.

“Did you get my present dearest,” asked Aro.

“Yes, I did you,” `achoo`, “you stupid idiot,” yelled Peter.

“Oh, are you quite well?” asked Aro, clearly trying to sound sympathetic, but he couldn’t help giggling at Peter’s sneezing.

“No, I’m not fucking ok, I’m highly allergic to some flowers.”

“I am sorry,” said Aro. “I will be over shortly to remove them.”

Moments later Aro breezed in with a couple of members of the guard who took away all the flowers.

“Put them in the great hall,” instructed Aro as they left.

“I am sorry dear,” said Aro. “Why don’t I take you to lunch while your apartment airs out?”

“You’d better,” answered Peter, still sneezing, feeling grateful he’d was wearing waterproof mascara.

[vincturi]

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

[vincturi]

So I wanted to give my take on Aro’s mind reading. 

“Ah, Peter Vincent, how nice to meet you at last,” exclaimed the dark haired vampire who’d just walked into the room.

“Stop right there!” exclaimed Peter, raising the wooden stake which he’d just used to kill another vampire.

“You have the wrong impression, I am not here to kill you, I am here to thank you,” said the vampire with a smile.

“Thank me?” answered Peter incredulously. “You, a vampire, are going to thank me for killing other vampires?”

“Indeed, within our community there are some contentious elements. You have been doing an excellent job of helping remove them. I have been watching your career with interest.”

Peter stared as he suddenly realised just who he was facing.

“Aro Volturi,” he said in a surprised tone.

He had of course heard of the ruling elite of vampires but he would never have dared go after any of them, nor expected to see one. Especially one who seemed to want to thank him.

“I see you’ve heard of me,” said Aro in a pleased voice, and stepping forward he held out a hand.

Peter took it automatically, expecting a hand shake, but Aro raised the hand to his lips and kissed the back of it while keeping eye contact with Peter.

Peter jerked his hand back as Aro let go, continuing to stare.

“How fascinating,” he said, more interest and excitement showing in his eyes now. He stepped closer to Peter who froze, and placed a hand on Peter’s chest.

“What do you have on you?” he asked looking curiously at him.

“Uh, a tattoo,” answered Peter. At the look in Aro’s eyes he pulled his collar down to reveal the intricate design inked on his chest.

“Where did you get that design?” asked Aro looking intently at it, hand twitching as if he wanted to touch it.

“Why do you care?” asked Peter, quickly stepping back out of reach.

“Normally I would know all about you by now but your artwork is stopping me.”

As he spoke Peter remembered a rumour he’d heard that one of the Volturis was a telepath.

“You were going to read my mind?” he asked in horror.

Aro tilted his head slightly and looked at Peter in surprise.

“Of course, I wished to know more of your motivation and what kind of danger you pose to my community. You are very good at your job.”

“Fuck you,” said Peter. “The reason I do this is to kill all you evil fuckers, which I will continue to do.”

Aro tutted, “of course, as discussed I have no interest in stopping you. As long as you target the correct victims, I might even be willing to help. I certainly do not wish to see such an interesting mortal hurt, and wherever you got that design from could prove dangerous to you.”

Peter looked at him for a moment, considering. “I have a book in my apartment. I got it from an old bookshop in London a few years ago. I saw the pattern in it and thought it looked cool.”

“Would you allow me to see this book?” asked Aro in an excited tone.

“Under certain conditions,” answered Peter. “I’m not letting you look for nothing.”

“I wouldn’t expect it. I will take you for dinner at any restaurant you desire in exchange for an hour with the book.”

“What? No fucking way, that’s the last thing I want.”

At Aro’s pout he continued, “You can look at the book for an hour if you tell me about five covens I can hunt and about the whole hierarchy thing.”

“Two covens and I will tell you about the hierarchy over lunch,” smiled Aro.

“Agreed,” said Peter. “Now I’m going home, you can come and look at the book tomorrow when I’ve had some fucking sleep and something to eat.”

“How charming, I’m so glad you wish to look nice for me,” Aro smirked.

“I just don’t want you in my house while I’m tired,” said Peter with a glare that seemed to have no effect.

[vincturi]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Twilight Series - All Media Types, Fright Night (2011) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aro (Twilight)/Peter Vincent Characters: Peter Vincent, Aro (Twilight), Charley Brewster Additional Tags: Peter is a slut, aro is sneaky, they both get something good out of it Summary:

The Volturis have set up a club in Las Vegas and Peter is not happy. When he gets the chance to check it out he takes it, but he doesn't expect what happens next.

[vincturi]

In my defence, before you read this drabble, you should know one of the things i love most about vincturi is the back and forth between them. but i had a terrible nights sleep with lots of nightmares but that final scene was all i could remember and i had to write it out of my head. 

You are a vampire; you’ve come to Volterra to petition for a place in the guard. Eventually you are lead in to the throne room by two guards. Ahead of you, you see the three kings seated on their thrones. Your eyes are drawn to one of them especially. Aro Volturi, at his feet is crouched a mortal human, head bowed, you stare in amazement at this strange sight.

“Don’t mind my little pet hunter,” says Aro, and he reaches down to stroke the human’s hair. The man raises his head to place a kiss on Aro’s palm.

You don’t think, you just start run forward, because this isn’t any hunter, this is Peter Vincent, the hunter who killed your brother and nearly killed you.

You don’t even get close; the two guards who escorted you in have you pinned to the ground before you can take more than a single step. You lay there, watching Aro stand and approach you.

The guards drag you up to your knees, holding you firmly as Aro reaches you.

“No one touches him except me,” he whispers, alerted to who you are by Peter’s memories, which are now totally open to him.

As Aro takes your head gently in his hands, you look across the room and meet Peter’s eyes; they are empty, cold and dead, the life and determination you remember gone.

You feel a flash of sympathy for him in that moment, and it is the last thing you feel because in the next instant Aro has pulled your head clean off.

Dropping the head to the floor next to the body, the vampire king gestures to the guards to remove the mess and returns to his throne, stopping briefly to lean down and, taking Peter’s chin in his hand, he brings the hunters face up so he can place a gentle kiss on his lips, before sitting back down to await the next petitioner.

[vincturi]

Aro: how do you feel about joining the mile high club with me?

Peter: wait, can you fly?

Aro: *slightly wondering what he sees in him* I'm not a bat. I have a private jet...with a very large bed.

Peter: that makes more sense *eyes slightly glazed* I've never done it on a plane before.

Peter: I mean no you bloodsucker!

Aro: *smirks* well if you change your mind I'll be going on a trip next week.

[vincturi]

“You know we’re rather alike you and I,” said Aro looking at Peter.

Peter snorted, because really? That old line. “We’re nothing alike, you’re just a sad old monster. I’ve got everything I want, Charlie and Amy are my friends, I’ve got all the money I could ever want. I go out partying all the time, and I could have any girl or guy i choose.”

Aro gave him a look that wasn’t amused or pitying, it was worse than that. It was understanding, “yes, awfully lonely isn’t it.”

Peter scowled back, because he was right.

[vincturi]

If you’re naked I’m looking

1300 words, rated E. smut is not my talent but Aro wouldn’t shut up about this story (smug bastard) so here it is.  

Peter smiled as he heard a knock at the door. That would Charlie he thought. He was coming round for a night of TV and drinking. It would be nice to have a relaxed evening with a mate. Especially with no risk of Aro appearing as Peter had revoked his right to enter a few days before, after they’d had another row.

“Come in," he called, and then he grinned as he remembered an incident at the last show when Charlie had accidentally walked in on him changing. As he walked out of the bathroom heading to his bedroom to get dressed he said, “If you’re naked I’m definitely looking.”

“Oh my, promises, promises.”

Peter nearly tripped over his own feet at the sound of Aro’s voice; nearly face planting, only managing to stay upright by grabbing the back of the chair he was sitting in.

“What the fuck! What are you, how did you get in here?” Peter stopped and sighed. “I invited you in damn it. I thought you were Charlie.”

“You were expecting to see Charles naked.” Aro’s voice was cold and hard.

“No for fuck’s sake. It was a joke, you understand them you vampiric drama king. Now what are you doing here, I revoked your welcome for a reason,” Peter glared at him.

Aro gave him a look under his eyelashes and pouted.

“I did have some news but you’ve made me sad now so maybe I won’t tell you.”

Peter grumbled, he knew he shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be reacting, should revoke his welcome again. But he really did need to hear the news. Or at least that was his excuse for not sending Aro away. And he could deny it was anything to do with the way Aro was sliding a hand up his bare leg and stroking his inner thigh.

“Ngk,” Peter made a noise which wasn’t really a word.

“Come on,” murmured Aro. “Let’s have some fun. I’ve missed our times together. Then I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

“Now who’s making promises,” Peter sighed as Aro’s hand slid between his legs and began to stroke his growing cock though his boxers.

“Put that naughty mouth of yours to use. Make me feel good, I’ll return the favour, you know you’ll enjoy it.”

“Fuck you,” Peter swore but he dropped to his knees in front of Aro anyway.

“Oh, good boy.”

“Not your boy,” grumbled Peter, but he didn’t stop undoing Aro’s pants and pulling out his rapidly hardening cock to stroke.

“Don’t tease dear,” complained Aro after a few minutes.

“You’re one to talk,” answered Peter, before ducking his head and swallowing Aro down in one go, causing the vampire to sigh in pleasure.

“Ahh, that’s more like it, mmm.”

Peter smiled to himself. He was still more than a little concerned about his relationship with Aro but he couldn’t deny there was a certain thrill at giving him such pleasure, pretending he had some power over him. He hummed and began to bob his head and properly lick and suck at him, adding the gentlest scrape of teeth he knew Aro loved.

Aro began to moan louder, and slid a hand into Peter’s hair, tugging and encouraging him to keep his head down as he heard foot steps outside and a nervous voice saying, “Peter,” in a questioning tone.

Aro smirked as Charlie looked in the door and froze at the scene in front of him.

Aro fixed him with a smug look and raised his hand from Peter’s head to prove he was there willingly. Peter looked up curiously for a moment but before he could notice Charlie, Aro moaned louder and put his hand back into Peter’s hair tugging at it.

“Oh Peter yes, that’s wonderful dear, don’t stop. Your mouth always feels so good for me.”

Charlie didn’t move for a moment, he was staring at Peter’s hands, one rhythmically squeezing Aro’s thigh and the other busy between his own legs.

Aro began to gasp and rock his hips insistently against Peter as he forgot about their visitor and Charlie ducked away, letting the door swing shut behind him confused at Peter’s behaviour but not willing to watch any more. He was at least sure that his friend was there willingly.

Aro was close to coming now; he could feel the pleasure building and moaned, “I’m going to come Peter. I’m going to come in your mouth and you’re going to swallow like a good boy.”

Peter wanted to respond but he was too far gone himself and instead gave a loud moan which made Aro come with a thoroughly pleasured sigh.

He let Peter continue to lick at him for a moment, cleaning him up with his tongue, before using the hand in his hair to pull him off. Putting both hands under Peter’s arms he pulled him into his lap and began to jerk him off in the way he knew Peter loved.

“Oh fuck Aro, don’t stop, oh god don’t stop.”

It only took a few strokes of Aro’s nimble fingers before Peter was coming all over his hand and his own chest. Aro caught Peter’s eye and licked the mess off with his bright red tongue.

Peter shuddered, “fuck, no more sexy things for a minute please. I’m not 20 anymore you know.”

Aro smiled a sly smile. “If you’d let me turn you we could have fun all night.”

“No,” answered Peter, then more firmly. “No. Now tell me what’s going on before I send you packing.”

“So ungrateful,” murmured Aro with a grin and laughed quietly at Peter’s answering grumble. “There is a werewolf conference going on next weekend and they have invited us to send a representative, so I’m going and would like to take you as my plus one.”

“What, why?” asked Peter. “Why not one of the other bloodsuckers?”

“I would like to show off how I’ve tamed a vampire hunter,” answered Aro in an amused voice as Peter huffed a denial. “It would be a matter of prestige for us. And a human would see things I might miss.” He finished more seriously.

Peter thought about it for a moment. “Ok,” he said slowly. “As long as you behave, I don’t want to get into any fights.”

“I would never,” gasped Aro, pretending to be scandalised at the suggestion.

“You nearly killed a guy last week for touching my arm.”

“That was an accident.”

“You accidentally threatened to rip someone’s throat out?”

“Yes, I should have done it.”

“Look, lets,” Peter rubbed his eyes. “Let’s just say no arguing with werewolves over me. Can I, fuck, can I wear something of yours to show I. Oh hell. To show I’m `with you`?”

Aro’s eyes lit up at the suggestion.

“Not teeth marks,” Peter added quickly.

“I was going to send you to my tailor anyway; you are not going in those leather pants of yours. So I could pair a new suit with a necklace like mine to show you are one of my household.”

“Ok, that sounds fine and not too creepy.” Peter hesitated at Aro’s expression. “Wait, it isn’t some creepy vampire shit is it?”

“Of course not,” said Aro with an innocent expression. “It will simply ensure that no one will dare touch you.”

He didn’t add `and choosing the correct symbol will let everyone know we are fucking and that anyone who pesters you will die regardless of consequences`.

Peter knew he wasn’t hearing the full story but for the moment he was too tired to argue. He yawned suddenly and Aro stood, lifting him easily bridal style and, ignoring his yelp of annoyance, carried him to the bedroom where he left him to settle under the covers.

“Sleep well my dear, I can’t stay unfortunately, I have business to attend to but I will see you tomorrow for suit fittings, and a fuller repeat of tonight’s fun.” And with a flash of teeth he was gone.

“Fuck,” Peter swore, wondering what he’d gotten himself into. Then he wondered where Charlie was and why he hadn’t turned up. Though he was grateful he hadn’t, he didn’t need the kid seeing that. But he decided that conversation could wait until the morning.

[vincturi]

Imagine that Peter dies, aro can't stand it, he shuts himself away in the crypt with Peter's remains. He refuses to leave, none of his family can get through to him. He simply sits and stares at the coffin that holds his beloved.

Time passes, a lot of time. The world changes.

The other volturi try to keep things running the same but word gets out that the king has abdicated. And without aro they can't keep control of their community.

Vampires stop obeying the laws, they kill more humans, change more humans.

Humans find out about them and fight back.

The world descends into chaos and still aro sits.

Until one day the twins come to him. They have always been the only ones he'd let in.

They tell him of a human who wants to stop the fighting. Who wants to forge a truce. But aro needs to be there. The king needs to be seen.

He won't leave, so they go in his place. they meet the human on neutral ground. And when they do they recognize the soul before them.

It's Peter, although he has a different name this time around, a different face. He's still a broken soul though, someone who's suffered in this life too. But he's still someone who fights. That hasn't changed.

It takes some persuading to get him to volterra, to persuade aro that they're right. To persuade him to leave his place in the crypt, but they do. And once he sees this remarkable human, he knows, he recognizes the soul within as they did.

Peter, Peter's soul with the new name doesn't believe at first, he's still stubborn.

But this meeting is the beginning of a change.

It's the start of peace for a broken world and two broken people.

[vincturi]

The throne

1k of pure smut, there is no plot. 

“Just look at you,” said Aro walking into the throne room to see Peter lounging, and there really was no other word for it, on his throne, one leg hanging over the arm.

“Well you invite me here to see your home and then spend the whole time working,” said Peter, not moving.

“It was only a few hours,” answered Aro, prowling towards him, “hardly the whole time. And I come back to find you on my throne.”

“Would you like me to move?” asked Peter, his tone suggesting he had no intention of moving. “Is it an issue for you seeing me in this seat?”

“No one else has ever dared sit on my throne,” stated Aro, now standing directly in front of him. “But you my dear look divine,” and leaning forward to speak directly into Peter’s ear he whispered, “in fact I’ve been thinking about you sitting there for months. You sitting there and fucking me.”

“Really?” gasped Peter at Aro’s words.

 Aro had blown him before but whenever they’d had sex like this Peter had always bottomed. Not that he was complaining Aro was very, very, good, just surprised.

“Oh yes,” murmured Aro, nuzzling Peter’s neck.

“We won’t get walked in on will we?” asked Peter, although he was beginning not to care, as Aro continued to kiss his neck, his hands sliding over Peter’s chest.

“I have locked the doors, we will not be disturbed.”

“We need…” Peter moaned, distracted from the thought by Aro slipping down to sit in his lap. He moved his leg so Aro could sit properly on him, and slid his hands up Aro’s back, feeling the muscles move under his shirt.

Aro smirked and pulled a tube of lube out of his pocket.

“Fuck, you really have planned this haven’t you,” said Peter, sighing as Aro began to rock his hips, his hard cock pressing against Peter’s rapidly hardening one, through the fabric of their pants.

“I wanted everything to be perfect,” smiled Aro, “now get me ready.” And he stood slightly to slide his pants and underwear down, exposing himself for the easy access of Peter’s fingers.

Peter swore again and quickly slicked a finger up, moving his hand round to rub it against Aro’s hole.

Aro gasped as Peter finally slid the finger inside him and began to rock back against him, letting Peter work his finger deep inside.

Peter gently worked him open; he was desperate to get inside him but wanted to make it good for both of them and so continued to slide his finger in and out until Aro was demanding more.

 He knew when he’d found Aro’s prostate as he jumped and cried out, and Peter slid his fingers over it repeatedly as he continued to work Aro open, enjoying being able to get such responses from him.

“I believe I am more than ready my dear,” said Aro after some time, as Peter was now working him open with four fingers sliding easily in and out of him.

“Yeah, yeah,” gasped Peter and quickly undid his own pants, grateful to get some relief for his now very hard cock, and guided it to Aro’s entrance, letting him slowly sink down until they were as close together as possible.

“Fuck you’re tight,” moaned Peter, hands grasping Aro’s waist to prevent himself thrusting up as he waited for him to be ready.

“It has been quite some time since I trusted someone to do this,” answered Aro in a breathless voice.

Peter didn’t ask how long, not sure he wanted to know and somewhat distracted by Aro’s sighs and gasps of pleasure and he began to rock against Peter.

“Oh yeah, that’s it,” said Peter, beginning to thrust his hips up harder and faster as Aro worked with him, lifting himself and dropping down, hands holding the back of the throne to get more leverage.

 They soon had a fast, hard rhythm between them, both of them wanting it to last but also knowing it wouldn’t as they were both too worked up.

Peter had never dreamed of something as hot as the sight of Aro fucking Volturi letting him, a mortal; fuck him on his own throne.

Aro pushed Peter’s shirt free of his pants and ran his hands over his now bare chest, both of them loving the feel of Aro’s cock rubbing over Peter’s taught stomach, the wetness of precome helping it to move easily.

Eventually Peter couldn’t hold back any more and reached down to grasp Aro’s hard cock and began to slide a hand up and down, working him just the way he knew Aro loved. Strong slow movements, with just a scrape of a fingernail along the underside.

“Oh Peter, oh yes my darling that feels wonderful. Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” gasped Aro, now moving quicker, his head thrown back, neck exposed and Peter wished he could leave a mark when he leaned forward to kiss it.

“Fuck, c’mon Aro, come for me, I want to see you come all over yourself, ruin that fucking suit,” growled Peter, thrusting even harder.

Aro cried out, shuddering and did as Peter asked, come streaking his fancy black shirt.

Peter continued to fuck him through it, losing his rhythm as Aro’s body clenched around him, eventually coming as he pushed as deep into Aro as he could.

 They both sighed as they came down, Aro now pulling Peter tight against him and kissing him deeply, the mess smearing over both of them.

“So, was it worth the wait?” asked Peter after a few moments, as Aro finally let his mouth free with a gentle bite to his lower lip.

“Absolutely,” answered Aro, slowly standing. “Now, I think we should retire to my private quarters to clean up and to continue this very enjoyable evening. Do you agree my dear?”

“Sounds like a perfect fucking plan to me,” laughed Peter, allowing Aro to pull him up and lead him away.

[vincturi]

Funko

Inspired by https://thebhpopshop.tumblr.com/post/613583864046206976/sometimes-the-boss-likes-to-treat-herself-to-a

And

https://invaderdoom78.tumblr.com/post/189826706705/im-just-gonna-leave-these-here#notes

 “Right,” said Peter, “I’ll see you tonight,” he finished, standing to leave just as there was a knock on the door.

“Parcel for you Master Aro,” came a voice from outside.

“Ah, do come in Heidi,” answered Aro, smiling as Heidi placed the box on his desk before walking out.

“What have you got there?” asked Peter.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” said Aro with a smirk that made Peter wonder if he really did want to see what was in it. But he stopped anyway, his curiosity getting the better of him. He frowned as Aro removed the packaging to reveal a small box with brightly coloured lettering on it.

Aro opened the box to reveal a small figure that looked like…

“Is that supposed to be me?” squawked Peter, trying to grab it.

But Aro quickly moved it away. “You are quite well known my dear, but I did have to have these specially made,” answered Aro distractedly, turning the figure to look at it from all sides. “I must say I am very impressed by the workmanship of the artist.”

“Wait, these?” asked Peter, then he noticed the second box, still within the packaging and pulled it out. He stared in even more surprise at the second small figure, which was obviously meant to be Aro.

“The twins pointed out the shop to me,” said Aro, still looking at the small figure of Peter. “I believe they are called `fun co’s`. The artist will make anyone you request. So I thought it would be fun to have us made, for my desk.” And he put the figure on the corner of his desk, in front of his photo of Peter and the twins.

“You soppy fuck,” said Peter with an amused laugh.

Aro merely smiled and, taking the figure of himself, he placed it next to the one of Peter.

Peter walked round Aro’s desk and gave him a quick kiss before, as he walked back, moving the figures and putting them face to face as if they were also kissing.

Then with a laugh at Aro’s pleased expression, he turned and sauntered out.

[vincturi]

Peter was getting unbelievably annoyed by the quarantine. Of course he knew the reason for it and even agreed with it. But he was so bored. Everywhere was closed, the streets were empty. His show had been cancelled till who knew when.

He'd put his assistant on full paid leave until the crisis was over. She was the best he'd had and he could afford it. But that meant he had to do his own shopping.

He could hardly find anything. All the good booze was gone. All he could find was some vile shit, and frankly he'd have been better off pissing in a glass and drinking that.

He'd been struggling to get some toilet rolls too, but just as he was about to walk out of the store he saw one pack at the back of the shelf and grabbed it. But before he could walk away another hand, appearing as if from nowhere, grabbed the other side.

Peter looked up to glare at the man, who was pretty scary looking, and Peter had to admit normally he would have backed off. But this wasn't normally.

"Hey those are mine," he stated and pulled the package towards him.

The other man seemed surprised at this and pulled them back saying, "I believe I had them first."

What followed was a sort of tug of war over them until, with a loud rip, the package split and the toilet rolls bounced everywhere.

"I'm afraid you gentlemen will have to leave the store," stated the security guard walking up.

"He started it," said Peter still glaring at the man.

"You will still both have to leave."

"Well I don't want your shitty stuff anyway," huffed Peter, dumping his basket on the floor.

"I agree," said aro and swept out of the store with Peter following.

Peter couldn't help but laugh as they walked out. "I've got to admit that was the funniest thing to happen for weeks."

The man grinned back, "true, I am sorry for stopping you getting your purchases though."

"Ah it's ok, their booze is shit anyway."

"I cannot help with toilet paper but we do have some decent alcohol at my place, if you are prepared to take the risk. We are all quite well I assure you." Said the, peter now noticed, rather handsome as well as scary man.

"Sure" agreed Peter after thinking for a moment.

It was some weeks later when the quarantine was over, and Peter was aware of who and what, his new partner was. When he suddenly had a thought.

"Wait a minute, you're a vampire, what did you even need toilet paper for?"

"We do employ some humans, do you know how difficult it is to find good staff these days?" Answered aro, we kept them inside and did the shopping for them as we were not at risk.

"Huh, true," Peter replied with a smile. "Who knew vampires could be such considerate employers."

[vincturi]

@terryfphanatics

Imagine Peter is injured on a hunt, more than hurt, he's dying.

Aro is there, he arrived too late to stop the attack, arriving only in time to kill the monster after Peter received his wounds.

Peter is begging aro to turn him. He says he's not ready to die, he's still got things to experience.

He's not ready to leave aro.

Aro doesn't know what to do. Peter has always said he doesn't want to be immortal. Aro doesn't want him to be. He knows the agony of the immortal life.

They both knew the risks of mortal and immoral falling in love, but it happened anyway.

Their time together has been but a blink of an eye for aro and he doesn't want it to end. And he's selfish and not sure if he can watch Peter die when he can save him.

But he's afraid in case Peter, once changed, comes to hate him.

He hesitates unable to make a decision...

Does he do it and take the risk?

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inspired by this post, https://vincturi.tumblr.com/post/190178687009#notes

Peter frowned as he heard a mobile phone ring with what was definitely not his ring tone. Looking round he spotted Aro’s phone on the couch, almost hidden under a cushion.

Not seeing Aro anywhere he grabbed it, Aro never normally let it out of his sight and Peter hoped it had some juicy vampire info on it. He felt a bit guilty about looking at it but Aro was always looking through his stuff so he didn’t feel guilty enough not to look.

A swipe of the screen showed there was no password, only a stalkerish picture of Peter himself, asleep in bed, on the screen.

A quick search showed no text messages, no voice mails, not even a link to an email account. Peter went to put it back, disappointed, just noticing the instagram app at the last minute. Perhaps that was how vampires shared information he thought and opened up the posts.

He stared as he realised they were all Selfies. As he began to scroll through he was so fascinated he didn’t notice Aro walk back into the room.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to spy on someone’s private information,” said Aro leaning over the back of the couch to grab Peter’s wrist.

He jerked in shock but wasn’t able to pull free from Aro’s strong grip.

“I knew you loved yourself but this is a bit much don’t you think?” Peter said sarcastically.

“People seem to like it,” said Aro leaning down so his face was next to Peter’s. “It turns out Goth is quite popular.”

“Wait, how many followers do you have?” asked Peter.

Aro merely loosened his grip to let Peter click on the app.

“Whoa,” gasped Peter, because he had lots of followers, tens of thousands of followers.

Then Peter noticed the messages. “Holy shit, look at all the marriage proposals.”

“Don’t be jealous dear, you know you’re the only one I want a proposal from,” murmured Aro, his fingers now gently stroking Peter’s wrist.

“Not happening,” snorted Peter closing the app. “And what’s this picture all about you creepy fucker?”

“But you look so innocent when you’re asleep. So deliciously corruptible, how could I resist?” whispered Aro, nuzzling his face against Peter’s soft hair.

Peter made a sort of strangled noise, being both scared and turned on at the idea of Aro watching him sleep.

He knew he should improve his security to keep Aro out, and he also knew, in the secret places of his mind, that he wouldn’t.

“Now as much as I would like to stay and persuade you that proposing would be the best decision you could make, I’m afraid that missed phone call means I must leave.” And with a quick kiss to Peter’s cheek he was gone.

“Fuck,” Peter swore and definitely did not start checking Aro’s instagram and saving some of his favourite pictures on his own phone.

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1400 words of pure fluff because i wanted Aro in a dress

Peter stopped talking to Charley mid-sentence, distracted by the envelope his assistant had just given to him.

“What’s that?” asked Charley, looking curiously at him.

“It’s a fucking fancy invitation to something called the Volturi Yule Ball,” answered Peter still looking at the invitation, which had so much gold on it he wondered if it would be possible to melt it down.

“Oh my god,” said Charley excitedly, “you’ve got an invitation to the Volturi Yule Ball?”

“Yeah,” said Peter, looking at him. “Aro says he’d like me to come,” he continued waving another piece of paper vaguely.

“You have got to go,” said Charley, still sounding excited. “I bet no hunter has ever gone to one before.”

“It’s just some dance,” said Peter, not understanding Charley’ excitement. “How do you know so much about it anyway?”

“I read about it while doing some research a few years ago. It’s not just a dance, it’s been happening for centuries but they only hold it every twenty five years and all sorts of supernatural people go. It’s a really big deal.”

“Doesn’t it turn into a bloodbath?” interrupted Peter.

“Nah it’s neutral ground, everyone is on their best behaviour, anyone who causes trouble there will not only be kicked out of the ball they’ll get no back up from anyone in the future and won’t last long against us hunters.”

“Huh, sounds like it could be a good place to get info. Not to mention piss a lot of people off,” said Peter with a smile, knowing a hunter wouldn’t exactly be welcome at such an event but as the hosts personally invited guest they wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. “I suppose I’ll have to wear a fucking suit,” he added after a moment’s thought.

“Oh yeah, I expect it’ll be black tie, but you’d better ask Aro about that,” answered Charley. “My research didn’t exactly cover dress codes.”

Peter still wasn’t happy, he hated wearing a suit, but he knew it would be a great place to get information and to identify and make links with all sorts of supernatural people.

 The following day he RSVP’d Aro and asked for information on the dress code. He was not as surprised as he supposed he should have been when a couple of days later a parcel arrived from Aro containing a perfectly fitted tuxedo. Peter felt he should be more disturbed by the fact Aro knew his measurements so well than he actually was.

The ball was being held on December 21st, which Peter thought was appropriate for vampires as it was the shortest day as well as the solstice. They obviously wouldn’t want to celebrate at Christmas.

 Peter was amazed at the number of people going inside as the taxi he’d hired drove up to the front doors, which had been thrown wide open. He hadn’t expected the ball to be so busy and began to realise just what an important occasion it was.

The guards gave him a suspicious look as he walked up, but once they saw the named invitation they waved him in very politely.

 The decorations in the ball room were lavish, with lots of natural winter greenery and candles in crystal holders glittering all around lighting up the large space filled with an array of beautifully dressed people.

Peter looked around for one of the waiters who he saw were carrying trays of food and drinks and grabbed a glass of champagne, figuring a drink would help him relax a bit. As the only human he could see surrounded by a host of supernatural people relaxing, at least a bit, was something he thought he needed to do. He just hoped Charley and Aro were right in their reassurances that he would be perfectly safe.

 It was a while later and Peter was standing at the edge of the ball room wishing he felt a bit more confident about joining in the dancing or hell even just talking to someone. He was well aware he was getting plenty of stares from the other guests, when suddenly Aro was standing next to him.

“Ah Peter my dear, I have been looking for you,” he smiled.

Peter stared at him for a long moment. Aro was wearing a dress, and not just any dress, a very glamorous ball gown in black with crystals of various shades of red sewn into it looking like drops of blood clinging to the fabric. He was also wearing dark red and black high heels which made his legs look amazing, and the contrast of Aro’s pale skin against the black made the whole effect absolutely breathtaking.

The dark red lipstick and perfect eyeliner made his face look even more beautiful than normal and quickly drew Peter’s attention.

Then Aro looked up, Peter followed his gaze to see a bunch of mistletoe hanging right above their heads.

 “You know its bad luck for a year if you stand under mistletoe with someone and don’t kiss them,” said Aro innocently.

“I’d rather have the bad luck,” said Peter, but he was smiling and didn’t hesitate to pull Aro into a kiss.

“My dear you look divine,” said Aro as they stepped apart slightly, giving Peter a thorough once over, enjoying the fact Peter now had a red stain on his lips from Aro’s lipstick.

Peter flushed slightly at the obvious appreciation in Aro’s eyes, although he would have blamed the warmth in the room.

“I like the dress,” said Peter giving Aro a matching once over.

“Thank you,” said Aro with a pleased smile. “It’s such a shame that humanities obsession with gender roles prevents more people dressing as they wish. And I do so enjoy dressing up.”

Peter made a noise of agreement, still very distracted by how gorgeous Aro looked, which pleased the vampire a great deal.

“Now may I have this dance?” asked Aro holding out a hand.

“Uh sure,” answered Peter allowing Aro to lead him into a waltz.

 Peter wasn’t much of a dancer he knew, but he soon got the hang of a simple waltz and only stepped on Aro’s toes a couple of times.

They managed a few more dances over the night, although Aro, as host, had to dance with some of the other guests, however much he’d have like to spend the whole night dancing with Peter.

Peter himself, now more relaxed having had a couple more drinks and been seen by most people dancing with Aro, felt confident enough to dance with some of the other guests. Some chatting while dancing, and while eating food from the passing staff, did net him quite a lot of useful information. He was sure some flirting would have got him a lot more but he didn’t want Aro getting the wrong idea.

 Eventually the night began to wind down and, after saying goodbye to some of the more important guests, Aro found Peter on the dance floor dancing with an elderly looking werewolf and politely insinuated himself between them.

Peter, being tired after a long evening, was happy to let Aro gather him into his arms for a slow dance. Aro’s strong arms around him and his cheek resting against Peter’s chest was by far the best part of the evening as far as Peter was concerned.

 “How did you enjoy my little party?” asked Aro after a while. “It is the first time a hunter has ever been invited. I was not popular with some people for inviting you but it is my party,” he finished smugly.

Peter huffed a laugh, which vibrated pleasantly through the vampire. “I didn’t think we would be popular guests.”

Aro hummed in agreement before leaning up to give Peter a, fairly, chaste kiss.

“Are you planning on staying the night?” he asked.

“If that’s ok,” answered Peter. “But I’m fucking tired so,” he stopped to yawn, “don’t expect anything except sleep from me.”

Aro gave him an indulgent smile, loving his adorable human. “Of course not dear, I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time for that tomorrow when you’re fully rested.”

“Sounds great,” grinned Peter, “especially if you model that dress again.”

“I would love to, and I’m sure I have several others you that would also please you.”

Peter smiled at him, eyes bright. Then he yawned again.

“Let us get you to bed dear,” said Aro with an answering smile and led Peter off the dance floor and upstairs to his bedroom.