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[elaquarius]

Becoming João's on AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/88647071

This is for @hetaberia-week's prompt of 'Day 4 - Mafia'!

Antonio squinted under the ominous florescent lights that flickered above him. He couldn't breathe properly, his breaths coming out in short, anxious huffs. Not much scared him, but this, this was terrifying. To have been caught whilst robbing the most notorious mob boss in Portugal, well, it wasn't exactly the best place to be.

Gilbert and Francis had managed to get away, but Antonio, he had been nabbed and brought directly to the boss himself. The man, João, was about his height, with long luscious brown hair that was tied in a low ponytail down his back. He wore something akin to a pirate outfit: a flowy white shirt with a V-neck that vaguely showed off his muscular chest, swooping brown pants that fit in just the right areas.

[iberiansheeps]

Day 2: domestic fluff

I really like the idea of them sleeping together, i wanted to emphasize the summer heat.

@hetaberia-week

[elaquarius]

"The Prince of Portugal" on AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/88504216

This is for @hetaberia-week's prompt of 'Day 2 - Royalty'!

Prince João Barcelos was the most beautiful man Antonio had ever set his eyes on. A beam of light in the night sky, much like a full moon, illuminating the darkness with his good looks and fiery personality. He was everything Antonio desired in a partner: sharp and unforgiving, yet secretly caring and sweet underneath it all. Over time, Antonio had peeled back the layers of João to find what truly made him tick, and every coat he removed only made him fall further and deeper into this hole that he'd dug himself into.

It was tragic, then, that he was to be engaged to Princess Emilia Edelweiss of Austria. She too could be sharp and uncaring, but not in the way João was. His true lover could light a fire under him like no other, whereas he simply found Emilia irritating and grating, like nails on a chalkboard. He felt trapped; pinned between two boulders that only continued to grind against one another, painful and jarring against his skin and bones.

[elaquarius]

My name is Jessi - I run a Gil blog called verschlimmbess3rn, but this is going to be my main Hetalia writing blog.

I'm 29 so PLEASE do not interact if you are under 18.

I'm British-American and live in the Midwest part of America.

My Prussia icon (above) was made on pic crew and has the appropriate artist tag in the lower left corner.

While I'm an avid Prussia lover, my favorite ships are FrUK and SpaPort.

Here's my Ao3:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[satelliteliteee]

Oh I forgot to upload these Spaport I drew last year

[helianskies]

[ 10 ] "the world doesn't revolve around you!" — "i thought yours did, once." Spain x Portugal or Spain x Anyone

⊹ ࣪ ꒰ ✉️ ꒱⠀ebbing tide – prompt fic

prompt: "the world doesn't revolve around you!" - "i thought yours did, once."

“You left me,” he repeated. “Every single time—” Each word was punctuated by a hand gesture. “—you left me behind. Why—why—would I welcome you back with open arms?”

[ read on ao3 ! ] [ dialogue prompt list ! ]

[satelliteliteee]

Doodle

[rosesandalfazemas]

El Toro y la Luna

This is the mayhem for SpaPort fans for sure ✨