@hetaberia-week 2024 || Day 2 || Wine & Secret Agents
Vinho do Porto (Vinho de Portugal) - Carlos Paião & Cândida Branca Flor
Vinho do Porto vou servi-lo neste cálice // Alicerce da amizade em Portugal // É o conforto de um amor tomado aos tragos // Que trazemos por vontade em Portugal
Se nós quisermos entornar a pequenez // Se nós soubermos ser amigos desta vez // Não há champanhe que nos ganhe // Nem ninguém que nos apanhe // Porque o vinho é português
(Port wine I will serve it in this chalice // Foundation of friendship in Portugal // It's the comfort of a love taken in swigs // Which we willingly bring in Portugal
If we want to spill the petiness // If we know how to be friends this time // There's no champagne that can beat us // Neither anyone that can catch us // Because the wine is Portuguese)
@hetaberia-week 2024 || Day 1 || Celebration & Food
Não sou o único - Xutos & Pontapés
Pensas que eu sou um caso isolado // Não sou o único a olhar o céu // A ver os sonhos partirem // À espera que algo aconteça // A despejar a minha raiva // A viver as emoções // A desejar o que não tive // Agarrado às tentações
(You think I'm a special case // I'm not the only one looking at the sky // Seeing dreams shatter // Waiting for something to happen // Pouring out my anger // Living the emotions // Wishing for what I didn't have // Clutching onto temptations)
Elisa Thompson || Major International Academy Book Series || @majorinternationalacademy
"Eu sou Elisa Thompson, britânica. De Londres, mais especificamente. É um prazer conhecê-la, Harley."
"I'm Elisa Thompson, British. From London to be more specific. It's nice to meet you, Harley."
Prompt: (GRIP) holding mine by the back of the neck
Characters/Pairing: Netherlands/Portugal
Notes: I hope I understood what the prompt meant- Anyway, it’s really a small drabble, so please, take a look :3 Have a nice reading!
Afonso slept, solemnly, with a dream running through his mind, which he would eventually forget when he open his eyes.
Little by little, his conscience began to awaken; and for some reason, he felt something moving in his back, from his hip to his neck – and, suddenly, he felt a tightness in the back of his neck.
He opened his eyes quickly, his heart pounding with fright. He turned to Tim, who was sitting on the bed, looking at him.
“What the hell was that, Timmy?! Do you want to kill me of fear?!”
"No," he replied. "I remembered that you still owe me money from that time we went out to drink."
"And did you have to wake me up like this?!"
Afonso felt grumpy and put his face back on the pillow, trying to get back to sleep. Tim, however, continued to caress the back of his neck, hampering his goal.
"If you make breakfast, I can consider reducing your debt."
"You are talking like the debt is huge, when in reality it's only three euros, you son of a bitch."
Not that Afonso saw, but Tim smiled and distributed several kisses on the other's neck, who only grumbled in murmurs and turned to Tim. The latter took advantage and started kissing Afonso's face and neck.
"Rascal," he murmured, but let him continue and even started to stroke Tim's hair.
However, Tim stopped kissing him. Afonso looked at him, confused.
"Can you make breakfast?"
"You opportunist!"
Although upset, Afonso couldn’t stand it and had to laugh at the situation. He stroked Tim's hair again; it was good to see him with his hair disheveled.
"Well, if you clean the dishes after..."
"Right."
After several (many, in fact) kisses, they both got out of bed and went, finally, to prepare the blest breakfast.
