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Afonso having to deal with Luciano's yandere tendencies :}

It had been a bad week of an even worst month, and Afonso needed a break.

Between the usual chaos at work, asshole bosses that critized everything he did while offering no useful feedback, drama with Arthur and Francis, Lovino shouting at him to "fuck off and leave them alone" when he visited Antonio last week while his coward brother said nothing, and ANOTHER fight with Luciano about how Afonso stole him from his mother and ruined his life, Afonso was done.

He needed to go away. Somewhere peaceful, quiet and with little to no people.

So he rented a small house in the Algarve, away from the trendy beaches, but still next to the sea. He packed a few bags, turned off his phone, and went.

It was just for one week, but he already felt less tired and stressed after a peaceful drive and a quiet afternoon by himself on the beach. He didn't remember that he turned off his phone.

On the third night, he woke up to the sound of broken glass. Before he had the chance to grab something to defend himself or even think about calling 112, a person blocked his bedroom door. Someone he knew.

"Luciano? What--?" Luciano jumped and pushed him against the bed, pinning him underneath him. He smelt of cachaça. "What the fuck are you doing?!"

"You left..." Luciano muttered.

"Huh?"

"You fucking left! You stopped answering your phone, you didn't answer my texts, my emails, my calls! I went to your house and you weren't there! I called your job and they told me you were on fucking vacation!"

Luciano was shaking, his fist closed around Afonso's thin pajama shirt.

"Luciano..."

"Where is he? Where's that English whore? I know you two love to come here! Your filthy love nest! Where is he?! I'll kill him!"

"He's not here, Luciano," Afonso said.

"Then who did you fucking bring? I'll kill them!"

"No one else is here. I came along."

Luciano's eyes got huge and tears rolled down his face. "You ran away from me. You hate me and ran away from me."

Afonso shook his head. "No, Nininho... I just needed some time to myself."

Saw this video on Instagram and instantly thought of Port. Now which of his kids planned this is up to you kai lol 😂

Afonso goes back to his room after his game against Croatia. He feels happy, but tired at the same time. He decides to rest before he could properly celebrate his victory.

He finds out his bed was occupied. Luciano was laid there seductively. There's champagne near the bed and he held a rose between his lips

"Hello there, Mr winner" he winks "ready for your prize?"

Afonso rolls his eyes, smiling a little. But before he could respond his wardrobe opens abruptly. Arthur fall from there, his face smash the ground. He was tied and had a tape over his mouth. He wriggles like a worm and looks at Afonso, then throws a furious look at Luciano.

Luciano chuckles awkwardly "I have ...no idea how he got there."

Afonso rolled his eyes. "Really? Because it looks to me like Arthur arrived in my room first and you tied him up and hid him in the wardrobe."

Luciano shrugged. "Maybe. But you gotta be impressed that I managed to subdue him. That means I won!"

Afonso sighed and kneeled in front of his husband. "Hey there, amor. Let's get you out of this ropes."

Afonso removed the ropes and as soon as he was free, Arthur pulled off the tape from his mouth.

"You little shit," Arthur screamed at Luciano. "I swear I gonna rip out your testitcles with my bare teeth! And you stole my bloody rose!"

Luciano smiled lazily, kissing the rose. "You snooze, you lose, Artie."

"Alright, that's enough. It's late and am I too tired for this," Afonso said, removing his jacket.

Arthur and Luciano stared at him and then at each other.

"So... which one of us--?" Arthur started to ask, before Afonso pulled him to his feet and into the bed.

"I am tonight's winner. I am king. And the king wants his body to be worshiped as he deserves."

Without waiting for the two other men to reply, Afonso pulled out his pants and lied down between them in bed.

HOTD inspired au 🐲(particularly that scene where Daemon steals an dragon egg bc these two are vry daenyra coded to me)

Luciano waits with the shiny egg in hands, his patience is rewarded when a small army galops to meet him at the long bridge that separates the castle from the land.

"How dare you steal steal from the king, you bastard!" roars the captain.

"I just wish to negotiate" replies Luciano calmly.

"Negotiate with my sword." the captain gestures his men to charge. But Angra, Luciano's dragon, a beast with green scales, lands and causes the ground to shake. She roars, threatening anyone who would dare to approach her rider. The soldier step back and lower their swords.

A large shadow cover the group. A large blue dragon graciously land. Adamastor roars, and lowers his neck so Afonso could jump out of it.

"My prince" greets the captain "this shouldn't be of your concern."

"Don't worry, it won't take long" Afonso assures him and moves between the soldier at Luciano's encounter. The younger man had a smirk in his lips.

"What kind of prince are you to risk the alliance your mother did between our kingdoms years ago for a childish prank?" Afonso scolds.

"Oh, this is not a prank. I just needed to get closer to you so we could properly discuss my offer."

Afonso shakes his head "A marriage, It's ridiculous."

"I disagree, you need allies from the South right?"

Afonso removed his helmet, his long hair flying in all directions thanks to the strong winds. He motioned to the captain and the guards to move further away, which they did with trepidation, but still close enough to land Luciano with an arrow if needed.

"All kingdoms need allies, but marriage isn't the only way to achieve it," Afonso said, finally staring at Luciano's smiling face.

"It is the most effective one," Luciano answered. "Deals and treaties are very breakable when there aren't people attached to them as a family, don't you agree?"

Afonso ran a hand through his hair. "Luciano why are you insisting on this? I am 20 years your senior. I was a grown man when you were still crawling. I held you in my lap."

"Technically you are 17 years my senior, but since when did age matter in these matters? How many kings marry young girls before they can even bleed? And are we not two grown men now?" Luciano moved closer to Afonso. "Trust me. I want this very badly, Afonso. I want you. I always did."

Luciano reached out and touched Afonso cheek with his gloved hand, but the older prince grabbed his wrist and pulled it down.

"Your mother would never aprove it, and you know that," Afonso said.

"Do not worry about my mother. I can persuade her," Luciano reached out again, touching Afonso's hair. "Say yes, Afonso. Marry me. I will make you happy."

Afonso took a deep breath. "I am engaged."

Luciano froze. "What? To whom?"

"The future king of the North."

"Arthur?! That rat will never marry you! He married and got divorced of half the kings and queens already!"

"The marriage accord has already been signed," Afonso reached out and grabbed the dragon egg. "Find someone more suitable for yourself, Luciano. It is for the best."

Luciano closed his hands into fists and glared at him. "You're not married yet."

"What?"

Mixing world cup with June 12th being valentine's day in Brazil ❤️ ⚽

Afonso arrives at place. An apartment at a fancy hotel in Los Angeles. Luciano opens the door with a big smile

"You came!"

"Well, you said they're making a reunion with the teams so..." Afonso raises an brow at Luciano when when the younger man's smile turns awkward.

"I may had lied"

"you may?"

"I did lie. But, for a good reason!"

He brings Afonso inside, there was no reunion, it was too quiet for that, instead there was a prepared table with drinks and a banquet.

"the manager here is Brazilian, so he managed to give me the room for a while" Luciano explains while helping Afonso with his coat "and it's valentine's day at my home right now" he gently grabs Afonso's hand and kisses it "how about we relax before our big games, huh?"

"Is this because I told you wouldn't see much of me after the games start?" Afonso asked, as Luciano continues kissing his hand.

"No! It's Santo Antonio, we need to celebrate love," Luciano answered. "And... yeah... because I guess the next few weeks are going to be pretty intense. Let's enjoy this."

Afonso sighed. By intense, it meant the moment the games started he would be seen as the threat/rival/enemy. He already planned on blocking Luciano on everything as soon as his team started playing. It would make him mad and probably storm his hotel room, which brought a tiny smile to his face.

"I guess time is running out," Afonso said teasingly. "Let's say goodbye properly."

With that he pulled Luciano to his lap on the couch. The young man immediatly wrapped his legs around him, locking him tight, and started sucking and biting on his neck.

"Don't say that. It's valentine's day and our love is eternal," Luciano gasped as Afonso put his hands under his yellow shirt.

"Nothing is eternal, Lulu," Afonso went on, still teasing. "After tonight, we will be enemies on opposite sides of the pitch."

"No!" Luciano started biting him harder, fully intending to mark him.

Romantic comedy au where Luciano is a romance writer and Afonso a critic that is famous for roasting the genre and Luciano is one of his targets in his videos. One day, getting enough of it, Luciano calls Afonso a "ice hearted old man" in his TikTok and challenges him to come meet him for a date because he was sure he would warm that heart of his.

Luciano wasn't very serious about it, so imagine his shock when he goes for a drink in the place he enjoys going every Friday and sees the critic waiting for him

"I came here for the free drinks you promised" says Afonso "and to laugh at you even more later"

Luciano tried not to stutter as he sat down in front of the critic. "Well... a promise is a promise."

Afonso smiled and leaned against the chair, enjoying his drink. "So... this is the part when the romantic lead makes the cynic love interest who has given up love, fall madly in love with him? Kind of cliché, don't you think?"

Luciano sat straighter. This guy knew all the romantic tropes he loved and mocked every single one of them.

"It's a popular trope for a reason," the younger man refuted. "What's wrong in showing people that they should never give up on love?"

"Sure... all we need is an attractive lead that conviently is instantly smitten with the cynic and cures him of his unromantic ways with his magic penis."

"There's more than that," Luciano went on, finishing his drink. "It would be a very short love story if all it took was giving the cynic a taste of of the protagonist's penis."

"Which is why you only write the 'life changing' sex scene in the middle of the novel, followed by a very convulted third act break up scene and finally they end up together at the end and live happily ever after. That streches the story for quite a few pages."

Luciano roled his eyes. "It's a love story. The journey to that happily ever after is what counts."

Afonso hummed a little, obviously unconvinced. "So how would you do it? How would you make the cold hearted old man fall in love with you?"

Luciano blinked, surprised by the change in topic. He looked at Afonso for a while. The man was handsome in a reserved away that always fascinated him, as if he was hiding his emotions behind walls.

"I guess... if I was the protagonist, I would become the exception," Luciano smiled. "I would get to know you, find the reason you became such a cynic and show you that I care. Then, before you realized what happened, you'd fall in love with me."

Luciano reached across the table and took Afonso's hand. It was colder and harsher than he was expecting. He pictured Afonso was the kind of person who worked with his hands a lot.

He wondered if his lips would be cold too. They looked soft.

"Interesting," Afonso said, and pulled his hand away. "Unfortunately, the "fixing the broken cynic" is also an overused cliché."

"I wasn't trying to fix you!"

Luciano blinked, surprised to see Afonso getting up.

"Well, this was fun. Thanks for the drinks, Luciano."

Luciano got up as well. "I'm not done."

"Yes, you are. Good luck with your next romance."