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Então, faz muuuuito tempo que eu e a @//LeDomFelix pensamos em uma au braport deles em Coimbra, no século XIX. Um clássico aluno X professor.

Inspired by Port's new art: beauty and the beast au

This time, Luciano is the stubborn cursed prince who was convinced by his loyal staff to gift Afonso fancy clothes and invite him for dinner.

Afonso truly thought he was going insane the moment he saw the suit.

"What the hell is this?"

The servants, strange crestures made of stone, bark and plants, held a fancy looking suit, all white except for the lavender inseam of the cape and a ribbon across the chest to match with high black boots.

"A gift from our master," the female servant said. "He hopes you like it. He was told that was the most expensive suit in your kingdom."

Afonso could believe it was expensive. This was a suit meant for a noble, even the crown prince himself. Afonso was a simple fishermen, he never wore such clothes before, not even his best suit, the one he were on sundays to church, could compare to this one.

And the panther-man wanted him to wear it? After throwing him into a dungeon for following a fish into his lands? Seriously?

"What's the catch?" Afonso asked. "What does he really want?"

The tree creature tilted her head, flowers bloomed in her leavy hair. "There is no catch, sir. Our master wishes to apologize for his behaviour earlier and dine with you. He would be very honoured if you were this."

Afonso stared at the suit, he couldn't help feeling this was a trap or some sort mockery, dressing a fishermen like a prince. But he didn't have any choice except refuse and starve.

"Fine."

The servants beamed at him and before he could protest, they started getting him ready.

Thirty minutes later, Afonso was escorted to a beautiful dinner room, a large balcony facing a waterfall, and inside the beast waited him next to a table filled with sumptous dishes.

The beast had dressed up as well with what looked like a ornate armor with several gold necklaces and bracelets. His black fur was clean and groomed.

As Afonso boots echoed in the room, the beast turned around, his angry expression changing into something that resemble... surprise? He quickly recovered and pulled a chair.

"Thank you for joining me," the beast said. "Do you... like your clothes?"

"Yes, thank you. They fit very well. Though I'm not used to wearing this kinds of clothing."

"It looks stunning on you."

They both blinked in surprise, the beast more shocked at his own words than Afonso at hearing them. Even though he was covered in fur, Afonso thought he might be blushing.

"Ah... thank you. You look great as well. Very regal. I feel like I'm the presence of the lord of the forest."

The beast looked down and started rubbing one of bracelets, as if he didn't know what to do with his hands.

"Well, let us eat. I did not know what you liked so I had my servants prepare a bit of everything," the beat said, sitting down and looking at his plate, still rubbing his bracelets with one hand.

1815, Portugal and Brazil got united as one. And Afonso is displeased by that.

Those marriage rituals were insufferably boring, not to mention he should be at home fighting Francis right now. His mind is so deep into his own discontentment that he almost doesn't notice when Luciano comes to his room.

"oh! Hello there", he says "didn't noticed you there, need anything?"

Instead of replying, Luciano approaches him. He looks worries, perhaps unsure about something.

"Luciano?"

The young men sits on the bed, sweaty hand cups gently Afonso's cheeks. He kisses him, not a deep kiss, just lips over lips.

Afonso watches him with shocked eyes. A unfamiliar warmth grows inside him. When Luciano breaks the kiss he stares into the older man's eyes.

"This...this is what we do now, right?" His tanned cheeks flushed red "because I'm ready, and you?"

Afonso blinked and pulled his face away gently. "You don't need to anything, Luciano."

Luciano frowned, his blush growing deeper. "But it's a marriage. We got married and that's what married people do."

"It's a political alliance."

"So was your marriage with Arthur!" Luciano looked frustrated and... hurt? He moved closer to Afonso and grabbed his face.

Afonso's eyes widened as Luciano kissed him again, more forcefully this time. "Luciano... you don't have to..."

"I want to," the young man gasped. "I want this so much. I want to sleep with my husband."

Luciano kissed Afonso again and pushed him against the bed. Afonso was so shocked that he didn't even react. His husband? Luciano wanted to sleep with... he wanted to fuck...

This... was wrong. This was all wrong. Luciano was his son. They never should have gotten married in the first place. Afonso shouldn't be here. He was supposed to be at home with his people, fighting Francis before he took everything away from him.

The king had discarded him. He had thrown Afonso away along with his people and replaced them with Luciano.

That's what this "marriage" was.

"No! DON'T TOUCH ME!" Afonso pushed Luciano away and got out of the bed. "I don't want this!"

Afonso grabbed his coat and burst out of the bedroom, screaming at the guards to get the fuck out of his way and take him to his ship. Fuck the king and his cowardice.

Six hundred years he had served, fought and bled alongside the royal family. And for what? Only for them to toss him aside and replace him with a younger nation in a matter of weeks.

Fuck. Them. All.

Afonso was going home and get his home back. He wasn't going to let them make him disappear or forget the people they had left behind. He wouldn't allow it.

Portuguese ver.

Celestia is currently the most powerful and knowledgeable in magic but Twi is coming up fast and is likely to surpass her eventually. Luna is the brave warrior, happy to tackle timberwolves and anything that goes bump in the night. Cadance… can make cookies?