#portbra

DAY 4 + DAY 5 = GOLD AND HISTORY

Gold Cycle Taxation (XVIII)

Portugal: now you'll have to pay me the Quinto do Ouro (20% of mine extractions)

Brasil: no way *smuggling*

Versão em português:

Afonso saindo do quinto dos infernos*

Taxação no Ciclo do Ouro

Portugal: agora tu me pagará o Quinto do Ouro (20% sobre as extrações)

Brasil: nem fudendo *contrabandeia*

Stupid cat boy and Portugal's hands.

Omegaverse where Luciano is a buff omega dating Afonso. You chose if Afonso is an alpha or an omega ;)?

If there was one thing Luciano hated was the stereotype that omegas were meant to be small and delicate. And it brought him great pleasure to see the shocked face on the assholes at thr gym once they realized his omega ass could press more than they did and easily kick their asses.

Still, he was exhausted from lifting weights and doing push ups. By the time he got home, all he wanted was his nice, cozy bed.

"Hey!"

Luciano looked up and saw Afonso in his kitchen, apron around his waist and food on the table. He smiled warmly.

"I knew giving you a spare key was a great idea," Luciano walked up and wrapped his around Afonso. "Food smells good."

Afonso hugged him back, one hand rubbing his back in small circles. "Are you tired?"

Luciano nodded, his face buried on Afonso's neck.

"Come here, baby," Afonso sat on the floor, dragging Luciano into his lap and, surprisingly easily, craddled Luciano in his arms.

"Are you going to spoil me?" Luciano asked.

"A big guy like you likes being spoiled?" Afonso rubbed Luciano's neck and hair.

"You know I do," Luciano admitted. It was the one omega cliché he followed. He already felt the need to grab Afonso's jacket and bring it to his bedroom as part of his nest.

"Then ask me," Afonso teased, kissing his cheek.

"S-Spoil me. Please. Now, papai!" Luciano whimpered, hugging Afonso tighter, knowing he had gotten exactly what he wanted.

Luciano's vision was blurry, but he wasn't sure if it was because of the stab wound on his abdomen, the gun shot on his leg or the poison.

He lost sight of his men in the commotion, his body moving on instinct towards somewhere where he could hide. He didn't know where he was anymore and he was cold.

So cold.

His hand reached for his phone, leaving blood all over the screen.

"What, Luciano? I'm working and I can't talk."

"Hey... Afonso... I think... I think I'm dying. Can you pick me up?"

His grip loosen up and the phone falls from his hand. He could faintly hear Afonso shouting at the phone but couldn`t understand a word of it.

Luciano had heard before that some people has some dumb thoughts before dying. And the same could be applied to him, as he laments that he will lose the soccer game, and the cachaça with lemonade that he made would go to waste. Later, his brain starts thinking about Afonso. Afonso finding his corpse, mocking his carelessness. Would he cry? Luciano doubt it but, if he did, would not be a loud and tearful cry, he would have shaky hands while hearing to one of his henchman giving a discourse. Speaking of his men, he now lamented leaving those amazing idiots alone, he hopes they will choose someone decent to take care of his dear district. Maybe he will find his mom again....

The afterlife was bright. Whatever cloud he was laid one smelled of softener. He didn`t expected to be so noisy, there was this incessant beeping everywhere.

Luciano opens his eyes and he's in a hospital room, connected by a monitor and wrapped in bandages. Afonso was there, sitting next to him with a rosary, mumbling silent prays. Took him a long while to notice he had opened his eyes, he ran out of the room and came back with a man in white. He couldn`t hear what they're discussing, but he could see Afonso's body relaxing just a little.

He follows Afonso with his eyes and is still too groogy from the poison to understand full sentences. He could catch words like "ambush" ,"idiot", "almost done for"...

"Hold...hand..." Luciano mutters

"Huh?" Afonso moves his ear closer to him

"Hold mah...hand," Luciano repeats. His brain was mushy, probably also because of the blood loss, he wasn`t thinking straight but he wanted to feel Afonso's warmth. He was still feeling cold.

Mine

COMMISSIONED FANFICTION TO @sorvete-de-pacoca

Thanks for your trust dear! 💓💓💓 My first written commission in english! ✨😎

Heya! I had to give this one some thought how exactly to approach it. The iberian twins are yanderes, but Lu would be a fun yandere so two yanderes obsessed with each other ♥️ First off this song

I got distracted in the end and cut it off but here's something

Luciano and Afonso quickly developed an obsession with the other. Both of them consider them to be in a relationship, and it takes a bit for them to learn that they're in agreement. Afonso is more the type to watch him, photograph him, take videos of him. He's staying away until he finds the right moment to do something to make sure Luciano knows he's his. Luciano likes to be close, to make Afonso feel his presence. He's broken into Afonso's house enough times to have the layout memorized - he knows the location of every nook and cranny he can hide in and never be seen by Afonso. This also means he has seen Afonso's secret room. Afonso knows Luciano's been breaking into his house (he'd recognize the smell of his cologne anywhere (Luciano made sure it lingered)) and leaves messages for him around the house. As much as Luciano enjoys the dance they're doing, someone has to take it farther and if Afonso won't take the initiative he will. But he's read Afonso's desires (spread out on the table for his perusal and hidden away in journals he wasn't supposed to be reading) and wants the older man to do something. So he boldly responds to Afonso's messages daring him to do it then. Seeing Luciano get more and more desperate for it delights Afonso so he ignores and evades and teases and makes sure Luciano can't find a replacement to take his frustrations out on.

But before Luciano gets to take matters into his own hands Afonso kidnaps him. He wakes up groggy and pleased to see Afonso leaned over him. Afonso smiles brightly at his consciousness and Luciano isn't alarmed in the slightest that he's strapped down. He'd expect no less from his darling Afonso.

"I found something the other day and thought of you."

Afonso straightens, still smiling almost too sweetly, and presents the crop Luciano had placed in that very room not too long ago.

"Arthur would never leave his here-"

Luciano snarled at the mention of Arthur and Afosno tapped his cheek with the crop.

"-and it wouldn't be the first time you left something for me. Like that video."

"Speaking of - how'd you like it?" Luciano grinned. "I made it specially for you."

Afosno narrowed his eyes in thought, tipping Luciano's head back and dragging the crop down the center of his throat. Luciano shivered and groaned

"It was enjoyable. You really should have tried harder to conceal your identity. Don't you know that qualifies as sexual harassment?"

"Calling my thoughtful gift harassment?" The far too gentle tapping of the crop on his cheek was distracting. "I knew you'd enjoy it."