#gilbert and erzse || heart of iron beat for me

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Gilbert and Erzsé.... they're one word in two fonts. Soldier and warrior. Dragoon and hussar. Monk and priestess. He lashed himself to Ludwig, to make a nation where Prussia could not possibly be dominant on its own. She wed herself to Roderich, because exchanging her sword for the crown of an empress was better than losing everything. These parallel paths, only intersecting when there is a boy to teach to ride and to fight and to read and sing. Or when corsets finally unhook and a chemise can be pulled down and a mouth can lavish attention from her throat to her thighs....

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Can I ask if you go with Gilbert still being alive or not in the modern day?

Generally, I do. Pruhun is still one of my all-time favourite pairings, even though it gets like 3 notes and a bitch anon, so I don't really post it anymore I still find it incredibly cathartic. And she and Ludwig are why I generally go with Gilbert being alive. Hozier's Work Song sums it up better than I ever could.

When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her

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10 with Prussia and Hungary

Dialogue Prompt No. 10. "so... do you come here often?" Pruhun, slightly NSFW.

21st Century, Berlin.

"So... Come here often?" A young man asked, tugging his coat tighter around him, German tinged with something Gilbert couldn't quite recognize. The stranger was a pleasant fellow, standing in line just ahead of them of the walk up line for the Currywurst counter, smiling in that way that chatty Americans did like they wanted to befriend all the world. Gilbert glanced at Erzsé, and died inside. She'd gotten that mischievous look. Her braid dropped over her shoulder and her hand entered his coat pocket, reaching low.

"Only on special occasions." She said, squeezing. His toes curled in his boots. He stared at the iron-ingot grey sky, threatening rain. Carl von Clauswitz had once said to him, in their pursuit of the retreating French. Pursue one great decisive aim with force and determination. One decisive aim was not copping a boner twenty meters from a public park. Fucking her senseless with half a bottle of pálinka in their bellies in the Mauerpark on their anniversary at three was one thing. But this? Shit. Fuck. She smiled. The pleasant young stranger was still talking. What was he saying? Gilbert had forgotten any language he might have ever known. He dragger her from the line, their vague hunger forgotten as his cock got hard. She was kissing him as she hailed a cab.

"Come here often, eh?" He asked, laughing, giving up and in.

"Only on special occasions." She repeated. "Want to go home and break the mattress?"

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how about "devils & rebels" by Shayfer James—gives me a bit of a pruhun energy 👀

OH MY GOD THIS IS SO GOOD. I can't tell if I want to write smut or go have a vigorous fuck to this song oh my goddddddd.

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By Character

Aditya || brimful of the wine of truth

Alfred || o beautiful for spacious skies

Alasdair || my heart's in the highlands

Arthur || stone set in the silver sea

Brighid || An Bearna Bhaoil

Egill || Fár bregður hinu betra ef hann veit hið verra.

Eirian || into the nightlands

Erzse || In raptures I embrace

Francois || temperee par des chansons

Gilbert || from this baltic cannonball

Jack || a land of summer skies

Jan || God made Earth the Dutch made Holland

Katya || бо лишало на серці сліди

Kiku || these flowing islands

Leon || A wider view fills Heaven's glass

Ludwig || in deinem Herzchen klein

Magnus || climb the roots of Yggdrasil

Matthew || my country is winter

Maria || lo que viví lo estoy muriendo todavía

Rhys || my word for heaven was not yours

Sigurd || D'er klent Sted som stokk fyre Hamaren

Tolys ||

Yong Soo ||

Zee || ahakoa he iti he pounamu

By Relationship - Platonic

Alasdair and Matt || is mig amharc le dicheall

Alfred and Matt || lonely boys with the longest borders

Alfred and Rhys || Yn fy mhen a’i lond o freuddwydion

Alfred and Zee || freedom and fairness

Arthur and the children || bilge rat and his bouncing baby bilge rats

Britannia and her children || they made a desert and called it peace

Jack and Brighid || bound for Botany Bay

Jack and Zee || pieces of me across the Tasman sea

Jack Zee and Matt || battered bonds once so strong

Matthew and François || Quelques arpents de pièges

By Relationship - Romantic

Alasdair and Francois || an auld and abiding love

Alfred and Ludwig || our shooting stars were supersonic

Alfred and Tolys || with the awe of love realized

Maria and Alfred || De ilusión también se vive.

Maria and Matt || Al mal tiempo buena cara

Arthur and Gabriel || leagues of sincere affection

Arthur and Francois || our most dear enemy

Brighid and Romano || each our unlikely other half

Katya and Matt || the soil of our souls

Jan and Kiku || my favourite hello and hardest goodbye

Jan and Matt || the bells of liberation echo into eternity

Gilbert and Erzse || heart of iron beat for me

Gilbert and Arthur || heart of iron and heart of oak

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fairybait || baby alfred being chunky and cursed

Matt and Ferality || 80% uninhabited 100% uninhibited

meatsack mechanics || the sociology and biology of nations

Art History and Aesthetics || our eyes across the ages

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archives || sing o muse the voices of the dead

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