#aro x peter

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here's some more

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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

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

Especially for our fic, Il Tuo Cantante 💖

https://vimeo.com/377186733

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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.

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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.

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Il tuo cantante 2/ ?

Hello again!! I’m really happy to know you guys liked the first part 🖤. I think I will post it on my ao3 account too. So here is part two, I hope you all enjoy your reading, and sorry again for any misspellings.

Chapter 2 - Out

Aro was there. Right in front of him, on the first row, watching his movements with those hungry red eyes. It hadn't been hard to notice him there, not really, that pale face, his cute nose, his too dark hair, but tonight it was short a nice modern cut or perhaps it was his black suit or just because Peter had memorized every detail of that face. It felt so good being watched so closely by the other, he could feel every hair on his body standing in attention hyper aware of that gaze upon him, he had the feeling that if he looked too much at Aro he would end up succumbing to those red eyes and doing whatever the other wanted him to. What in the fucking hell was he thinking? Aro was a vampire, a fucking vampire and he hated them with all his heart. He really hated them . The Volturi were bloodthirsty creatures, they had huge parties for the only purpose of killing humans and Peter wanted nothing to do with him. Even though said bloodthirsty creature was the main star of Peter´s most indecent dreams, curiously said dreams usually involved the vampire's mouth around his throat, burying his teeth in his flesh and he just let himself go, throwing his arms around Aro´s neck, entwining his fingers in his black hair and letting himself be driven by the sensation of Aro's firm arms around his body, the sensation of cold lips his on him hot skin causing him to whimper. Peter shuddered, blaming the air conditioner of the theatre and not his reverie with the vampire.

Hypnotize the security guard at the door of the young magician's dressing room had been easy, he turned the doorknob and stepped in, the young man's scent all over the place filling his senses, making him feel dizzy and more of that sweet poison be produced in his mouth. Aro walked around the room looking for his human soon realizing he was in the bathroom changing, he sat on the black leather sofa and crossed his legs as if he had been kindly invited and had not just invaded the dressing room. Peter came out of the bathroom sometime later, wearing tight pants and a loose button-down all-black shirt, he was prettier without the wig he presented himself and didn't seem surprised to see him sitting there like they were old friends.

"Out," Peter said, leaning against the make-up counter the white lights around him. Their images reflected on mirror behind Peter.

"I don't think I introduced myself ...." Aro started with a cheerful smile, the young magician clicked his tongue and crossed his arms in front of his chest, showing a little more of skin, the vampire's eyes leaving his face for a few seconds to travel to that path of skin. Peter would never admit that he was just leaning against the make-up counter because his legs were too weak to walk, that his heart was in his mouth and everything in his body screamed to him to go to Aro and curl up in him, kiss his red lips and ask for things Peter didn't have the heart to say out loud that would most likely kill him.

He would deny to the end that those red eyes were making goose bumps rise in his flesh in a pleasurable way, that his hands trembled with desire to touch that very pale cheek, that he wanted to see the other's fangs up close, to be able to touch and even feel them while they were kissing, but Peter would never give voice to those mad thoughts and feelings.

- I know who you are and that's why I said: Out of here - Aro smiled, a loopsided smile getting up from the couch, staring at Peter intently, gluing him on place – Don´t get any closer , or I'll attack you ! - Peter said loudly, taking the first thing that was within reach which happened to be a can of hair spray, the vampire laughed softly reaching for him taking the hairspray can from his hands gently holding his clammy hands between his cold ones.

"Don't be silly, tesoro" the bastard said with a smug smile. Peter lowered his eyes for a few seconds to watch his lips hearing a low chuckle. "My eyes are up here, Peter."

“How do you know my name, bastard ?” Peter gasped almost without strength

Aro felt dizzy as he took Peter's hands, his daydreams coming in clear, vivid flashes making the vampire shiver all over his body and those whispers invading his mind again. Do you see ? I´m yours. He wouldn't need much to get at Peter´s heart, although he denied it Peter always had feelings for him. It was right there underneath of that pose and denial. But Peter hid his true feelings because of his hatred for everything the vampire was. For the little the vampire had seen he didn’t blamed peter from hating his species. Aro pressed his forehead to Peter's, feeling him practically melt in his arms.

"What are you doing to me ? You are hypnotizing me " The magician asked his voice above a whisper eyes locked with Aro´s. Aro could feel that Peter was making excuses for two reasons: Aro would never hypnotize anyone to kiss him. That was just disgusting to think about. Everything in him was made to be seductive.

“Am I ?”

“Of course you are…I would never want to kiss something dead like you…” The vampire chuckled again and whispered on his lips :

“Poveretto” Then with that Aro kissed him, one hand on the base of his back and the other on his neck. Aro's mouth was cold, it was expected, Peter didn't expect the soft texture and his touch on his waist was so gentle barely there. in his fantasies with Aro the vampire held him more firmly, really held him to himself, flushing their bodies together. Not that barely there touch. The vampire seemed to want to devour him with that kiss and the kiss was making his legs weaker and his body extra sensitive, he would not mind if the vampire took him in his arms and fled them to some luxurious hotel room. To Peter´s sadness it had been a short kiss which ended with a bite on his lower lip, when Peter opened his eyes and noticed the position he was in, his body against Aro's their faces close, the magician gathered the rest of his strength and punched the vampire´s shoulder who seemed very amused by the action.

"You …" the magician said, fake anger in his voice trying to pull his body out of that hug and failing, his body would not obey him and he knew the other was not hypnotizing him. Peter did not want to leave the vampires’ arms. The vampire took his hand kissing the back of it.

“Did you liked the kiss ?”

"Of course not ... Why woul- ?" He was interrupted by the vampire's mouth on his again, this time he was sitting on Aro's lap, on one of his knees, somehow they had ended up on the couch it impossible not to moan when cold fingers touched Peter´s hip under his shirt, it was almost a ghostly touch, it was barely there touch again and it frustrated him, frustrating him spending so much time dreaming about that touch and not having it completely, gently Aro's mouth went down his jaw tracing his skin with open mouthed kisses, down his throat, on his Adam pome, grazing his teeth, drawing imaginary circles on his sides . When Aro's cold lips touched his jugular it was, when the magician seemed to realize what was actually happening Peter froze. His parents were killed by someone like Aro, and here he is, forgetting about it and having pleasure in the arms of a damned man, who killed for sport without even thinking twice about the lives he was taking and his parents had been one of those lives. Obviously Aro wasn't responsible for their death but he was no better than Jerry. Aro killed without thinking. Luxury suits and seductive red eyes would not make him forget that, not even the memory of those hands on his skin, nor those touches that seemed to burn and his body seeming to beg for more. Peter slid off Aro's lap and took a little breath. He needed a bottle of cheap whiskey. Damn it ! He needed to go to Scotland to drink a whole barrel.

"You fucking pervert, get out of here or I'll stick a stake in your heart..." The ragged breath, the swollen lips and the messy hair made did not made his words sound like a real threat. Aro blinked “Out”. The vampire approached him again and kissed him lightly and said before disappearing :

“See you soon, tesoro”