#engpru

[coralcatsea]

Headcanon that England teasingly eats the birds in front of Prussia, who in turn tries to eat the bunnies in front of England and fails because he can't eat food with faces on it.

[proosh]

so I was doing a bit of reading for research last night and I came across this incredible bit of information: in the late 1300s it was a bit of a fad for English kings (and other cashed up nobles) to visit the Teutonic Knights and spend a shitload of money, and the Knights absolutely encouraged this “tourism”

Which is to say: Arthur has repeatedly been Gil’s sugar daddy throughout history, as it turns out

[ludwigbeilschmidts]

couldn't decide on which one i liked more. both are canon, though.

[pruktober]

Okay, so I think as an experiment I'll make PrUKcember a short and easy event from December 17-19.

Three days. Three general prompts so that you guys can basically do whatever related idea you want. ✨

For those who like specific prompts, I listed some examples for each one in case you need inspiration, but you're also welcome to think of your own.

@nsfhetalia @hetaliahappenings @heta-on-the-books @hetaliacalendar

[drummingbird]

Personally, the funniest thing about PRUK to me is that Alfred would absolutely refer to Germany as his step-brother and Germany would absolutely hate it.

[hwsevents]

It's the first day of PrUKcember!

Theme: Winter

Remember, you can do anything that fits with the theme for this day! See the official prompt list for examples.

[koolkat9]

Disgust

Rating: M (putting it here to get more eyes on it + there turned out to be not much smut)

Pairing: Pruk/EngPru

Word Count: 767

Read on AO3

CW: Religious Trauma and Guilt, at least the start of a panic attack, some suggestiveness at the beginning but the language makes it unclear what's happening since Gil is getting lost in the past.

His throat squeezed around his windpipe. He couldn’t breathe. He was a dirty slut, a disgusting sinner, spawn of demons. He needed to stop. It was wrong. He was wrong. He was broken. They were all right.

He could already feel the flames of Hell lick his naked, defiled body. The claws of demons raking down his back. The burn within his nether regions as he was torn in two from the inside out. He couldn’t even tell who was touching him anymore.

“Gil…Gil, can you hear me? Gilbert!”

The inferno fingertips and tongues of fire pulled away. Cold air hit him, shoving its way into his lungs. He gulped it down.

“Love…Are you there?” A hand came to rest on Gilbert’s cheek. Gilbert flinched away. “Okay, okay. I won’t touch you.”

Gilbert kept his eyes squeezed shut. He would pretend the ground had swallowed him whole and he was far away from prying eyes.

“Gilbert…Please say something.”

“I’m sorry…” Gilbert rasped. “I’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorry.”

“Oh darling…You have nothing to apologize for. Was the degradation too much?”

“I’m…I’m disgusting. I-I…I’m dirty. They were right. They were all right.” Gilbert stabbed the edge of his palms into his eyes.

“Hey…Hey Gil. Look at me.”

Gilbert thrashed his head to the side, eyes still sealed shut.

“Darling…please…I need you to look at me when I say this.”

Gilbert cracked his eyes open, red meeting a bright, warm green. Like when the sun showered the trees in the evening. Those eyes, Arthur’s eyes, so soft and tender. Just for Gilbert.

“Don’t you ever let me catch you talking about yourself like that,” Arthur warned, though his voice remained light and airy. “You are not disgusting. You are not dirty. And anyone who says you are because of who you love and how you choose to show that love can shove it all up their arses.”

“I-I…”

“Shhh…You don’t need to say anything.” Arthur rolled back onto the bed, right next to Gilbert. Not touching, but still present. Not going anywhere. “Take a deep breath.”

Gilbert tried, but everything was closed up, so it was only a choked, wet cry.

“Shhhh. It’ll be okay. You’re safe…Let whatever you need out.”

He wouldn’t. He couldn’t.

“Gilbert please,” Arthur whispered.

A sob ripped from Gilbert’s throat, and that’s all it took for him to just break down. He covered his eyes, ashamed of his tears. Ashamed of getting so worked up. Ashamed of who he was.

“Can I touch you?” Arthur asked softly.

Gilbert sniffled. “Mhm…”

“Okay…Okay…” Arthur draped his arm across Gilbert’s middle, fingers moving up and down his side. “This okay?”

Gilbert nodded.

“Good.”

They remained silent for a moment, only Gilbert's sniffling filling the void of sound.

“I feel stupid.”

“And why is that?”

“I should be over this. I…I know that none of it is true…Just…Fuck…”

“Knowing is different than feeling. And…I’m going to sound like a therapist here, there is no strict timeline for these things.”

“When did you get so good at feelings shit?” Gilbert laughed wetly.

“I’m just regurgitating what my therapist said.”

“Of course you are.”

Arthur pressed a kiss on Gilbert’s temple, pulling him closer against himself. This time, Gilbert didn’t cower and instead returned the affection, arms wrapping loosely around Arthur.

“Now what?” Gilbert asked softly, “I kind of killed the mood...”

“Whatever you need right now.”

Gilbert sighed, squirming around until he was lying on Arthur’s chest. “Can we just…stay like this a little longer.”

Arthur smiled softly, carding a hand through Gilbert’s hair. “As long as you want.”

“Also praise me for how awesome I am.”

“Why you cheeky…Fine. You’ve been through a lot.”

Arthur cradled Gilbert’s face. “You’re a wonderful man Gilbert. You may have called me a heathen for most of our childhood, but I always knew you had a good heart. You’re an attentive brother. And even with all your cockiness and inexperience you’re also an attentive and loyal lover and don’t let anyone tell you that your love is wrong. That our love is wrong. How’s that?”

Gilbert beamed despite the lump forming in his throat. “Yeah. Perfect.”

“Good, now relax.” Arthur began to rub up and down Gilbert’s back.

He hadn’t cried like that for centuries. Gilbert almost forgot the leaded limbs, pounding head, and heavy eyes that followed. Despite the dark thoughts still carved in the back of his mind, he drifted off, the hand on his back and the thumping against his cheek grounding him in the now. How could something as beautiful as this, full of support, respect, and care ever be seen as disgusting?

[mustela28nivalis]

I am absolutely sure that Jokers can get pregnant regardless of their gender. Gilbert had an affair with Arthur, just imagine Arthur's reaction to Gilbert getting pregnant and having a baby later named Peter.

[froggi-mushroom]

Ok ok I want to hear your version of engport and also pruk if you've thought of them enough

Thanks for the ask!

I love pruk I just never finish any of my ideas for them 😭

Ask game can be found here

Putting it under the cut cuz it’s quite long

Engport (Arthur and Gabriel cuz I have different hcs for Edith and Joana)

Gives nose/forehead kisses:

Gabriel likes forehead and temple kisses, Arthur likes nose kisses

Gets jealous the most:

This really depends on the time period tbh but I’d say generally in the modern day, neither tbh

Takes care of on sick days:

Both take good care of each other, they’re both a little bit stubborn with others but I think they’re so used to being together that they’re less inclined to argue with one another and they know what each other need so well that looking after each other comes more naturally

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day:

Neither, they’re both lovers of the sea, you have to drag them out of it if anyone

Brings the other lunch at work:

Both tbh, Gabriel likes to to force Arthur to actually take a break whilst they sit and eat together, Arthur does as an excuse to spend time with Gabriel without having to ask explicitly

Tries to start role-playing in bed:

Arthur because he is a Shakespeare fanboy at heart, but quickly abandons it cuz neither of them can take it seriously (plus I don’t think either of them get off on it tbh)

Embarrassingly drunk dancer:

Both, oh my god they both do stupid dad dancing

Firmly believes in couples costumes:

Both of them, they are such nerds together, they’d love it

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas:

Neither, like a lot of old couples, they don’t tend to go all out on gifts because they’ve been together so long, historically, that’s a different question entirely but I won’t get into that too much

Makes the other eat breakfast:

Gabriel, he wakes up before Arthur on their days off so makes them both breakfast and sits Arthur down to eat or else he literally won’t eat anything all day until dinner

Remembers anniversaries:

Arthur, he’s very good with dates

Brings up having kids first:

In a human au, neither

Kills the bugs:

Neither, they both set the bugs free

First to define them as a couple:

I don’t think either of them do, they just kinda end up together, though Francis or Antonio are the most likely to point it out to the two of them

Who hides their guilty pleasures longer:

Arthur obviously, he’s a Brit we’re all like that

Snorts while laughing:

Arthur, and Gabriel finds it adorable

Pruk

Gives nose/forehead kisses:

Arthur loves nose kisses, Gilbert loves forehead kisses to flex how much taller he is than Arthur

Gets jealous the most:

I feel like Gilbert’s more prone to jealousy, but only a little bit

Takes care of on sick days:

Like engport, they’re both stubborn however, unlike engport, they have to wrestle each other to stay in bed when sick, but aside from that, they’re both about the same at looking after each other, I think Gil is slightly better though

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day:

Arthur cuz Gil can’t really swim all that well

Brings the other lunch at work:

Both do!

Tries to start role-playing in bed:

Gil does, it goes so bad, Arthur never lets him forget it

Embarrassingly drunk dancer:

Both of them, though Gilbert has more rhythm

Firmly believes in couples costumes:

Again, both of them

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas:

Neither, they’re both too pragmatic to do that

Makes the other eat breakfast:

They’re both awful at actually eating breakfast tbh, but I think Gilbert’s more likely to make them both eat breakfast

Remembers anniversaries:

Both do, though Arthur’s a little bit better

Brings up having kids first:

In a human au, neither

Kills the bugs:

Arthur let’s them free, Gil grabs a slipper to kill them

First to define them as a couple:

Gilbert, goes around proudly calling Arthur his boyfriend whilst Arthur’s still a little bit confused

Who hides their guilty pleasures longer:

Both of them, though Gil holds out a little longer

Snorts while laughing:

Both do, they have such goofy laughs that they make each other laugh with them

[scandi-rose]

Squirrel hybrid Arthur

And little rabbit knight Gilbert.

[coralcatsea]

He drew a picture.

[proosh]

dead meme I know but I can't help but think that Gil would absolutely be a Goncharov-enjoyer, specifically in the form of gaslighting, like, Arthur about its existence

[ludwigbeilschmidts]

the small joys.

Pairing: Prussia/England Rating: General Audiences Important Tags: Established Relationship, Human AU, Family, Peter as PrUKs son, Fluff Notes: written for @pruktober day 9: jumping in a pile of leaves read on ao3.

The temperatures were starting to drop, the days got shorter, and all around them the trees lit up in reds and yellows. A soft breeze messed up Arthur’s hair and he gripped his son’s hand a bit tighter as they approached the busy street. Peter had a habit of trying to run into oncoming traffic and Arthur would prefer to keep his son alive.

“Fire truck!”

He was sure Peter would have pointed if he could, but given that both of his hands were being held, he elected for just shouting instead. Looking ahead, Arthur saw the fire truck Peter was so excited about. It was nothing out of the ordinary, but the kid was still so young and impressionable, and everything he saw amazed him.

On Peter’s other side, Gilbert laughed.

“Well the fire department’s around here! There’s bound to be a lot of trucks, maybe we can go there when you’re older.” “Why can’t we go now?!”

Peter’s tone was accusatory and his pout was adorable, and Arthur knew that Gilbert just made a terrible mistake.

Luckily his husband had the ability to talk himself out of anything so soothing Peter wasn’t as big of a challenge as it would have been for Arthur.

“We can’t because we’re visiting your Opa, cuddlebug. There’s no extra time for a trip to the fire department. And you know how he gets when we keep him waiting.”

At the mention of his grandfather, Peter seemed to be in a much better mood already and he nodded in understanding but the glint of mischief sparkled in his eyes regardless (a look that Arthur knew from Gilbert but he now happened to recognize in his son far too often as well).

“Okay, but you’re taking me there some day! Promise it!” “Pinky promise! I’ll let you see the trucks up close one day.”

The red light turned green then and they crossed the road without any further complaining on their son’s part, which Arthur was grateful for. He adored his son, he loved him to bits, but Peter could be a lot when he got upset.

They left the busy streets in favor of going down the path by the forest instead. It was quieter and they ran much less risk of Peter running into the busy street there. Plus, as a bonus, Peter would get to pick the leaves and chestnuts off the ground, something Arthur knew Peter had been looking forward to since the beginning of autumn.

Letting go of the boy’s hand, Arthur watched his son immediately dash forward to one of the chestnuts on the ground, picking it up and holding it into the air triumphantly.

“Lookit! So cool!”

He seemed so proud and Arthur couldn’t help but smile, watching Gilbert as he praised the chestnut into high heavens, treating it like it was a gemstone Peter found. Gilbert just had a way with kids, and it seemed to all come naturally to him. He knew what to say at the right moment, he knew how to react, he could exaggerate his reactions in a way Arthur still struggled with.

He loved watching him interact with their son, because Peter was just so much like Gilbert it was almost painful. He had two menaces running around his house, causing chaos, yelling, screaming, playing. (Never making a mess, though, or at least not one that didn’t immediately get cleaned up. Gilbert was very meticulous about that, he valued order and cleanliness.)

Sometimes it was almost too much.

Almost.

“You shouldn’t encourage him to pick up random stuff off the ground.”

The outraged look on Gilbert’s face let Arthur know that he hit exactly the buttons he wanted to, letting Gilbert rant a bit about how it wasn’t even dangerous when it’s just a chestnut, and that Peter was obviously smart enough to know the difference. Arthur seriously doubted that Peter would know the difference between something dangerous and something safe at his age, but before they could start bickering, their attention was diverted back to said son, who’d started tugging at their sleeves.

Looking to where he was pointing, Arthur sighed quietly. A big pile of leaves was at the side of the path, no doubt having gotten cleaned up just a few hours earlier to make the path more accessible. It probably sounded like a great idea to just jump into it, but Arthur knew that he couldn’t let Peter do that. Someone had raked them up, he couldn’t Peter ruin a poor guy’s hard work like that, especially when it was supposed to keep the path clean, and regardless-

But, of course, before he could even finish that thought, let alone start speaking a sentence Gilbert had already grabbed their son’s hand and made a dash for the pile. In a matter of seconds the leaves flew all around them, doing exactly what Arthur wanted to prevent, Gilbert and Peter breaking into a fit of giggles as they sat in the remains of the pile, and Arthur couldn’t even find it in himself to be mad.

“You gonna join us?” “Absolutely not. Who knows what kind of bugs live in that pile.”

But he didn’t press for them to get up right away, either, the fond smile on his face remaining as he watched them throw the leaves at each other.

[pruktober]

PrUKtober 2023 Prompts

Rules

@hetaliahappenings @heta-on-the-books @nsfhetalia

[renaissancefailmarriage]

currently i am deviled with engprufra thots