It’s June! which means that it’s almost time for PrUK Week! Starting from June 18th, we’ll post reminders for these prompts every day of the week.
June 18th: Impulses
June 19th: Youth
June 20th: Fear
June 21st: Tradition
June 22nd: Sacred
June 23rd: Choices
June 24th: Fate
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Hello, @aphham I am your Secret Santa!! Sorry this took so long! I actually loved one of your prompts so much that I wanted to make a short multi-chap fic out of it. I am currently done with chapter one, but I wanted to finish the whole thing before posting it! Here is the section you requested though, take it as a teaser for the larger fic to come! (This teaser is actually coming from one of the middle chapters that is more relevant to the request) I hope this is to your liking!!
Rating: T
Word: 1558
Request: arthur is a foster kid who’s just moved in with a new family, gilbert lives next door. climbing on roofs late at night kind of vibes. more hope rather than pure angst
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Arthur’s stomps up the stairs sounded out over his foster parents attempts of continuing the conversation. “Yes, yes I got it. You’re my family now, I’ll be good…”
“Ar-! Arthur please! We just want you to talk to us!”
“I don’t need to talk to you guys! Please…I need to get ready for tomorrow.” His foster parents stayed quiet at the end of the stairs. Finally recognizing their futile attempts at talking with their (new) son they let him go, thinking that he just needed time to be alone before he comes to them.
Arthur roughly stepped his way past the entertainment loft area, where his two foster brothers stared at him. Mathieu tried to speak out, “Arthur we’re here for y-” Arthur shut his door before he could finish, swiftly cutting him off. He let out a deep sigh, “Guess he really doesn’t want to talk…” Alfred just shrugged. What could they really do? They were much younger when they were adopted. Both only eight years and still optimistic in finding a family.They even had each other through the entire ordeal, but Arthur...He was a teenager. Fully unknowing of a true family, and having been taken back to the orphanage three times, cause the family that supposedly wanted him no longer did, he accepted that he would never have one. They didn’t understand what he was going through and all they could give him right now was time and open arms.
He slammed the door shut behind him and leaned his back against it, letting out a great sigh. “I’m not cut out for a family I swear to god. Who knew they were so complicated…”
His eyes swept the room, searching for a certain device...On the bed near his pillows was his cell phone, still in the exact place where he previously threw it. Shifting himself from the wall to the balls of his feet, he slowly walked over to grab it. His movements loose and heavy. On the desk right next to the bed, he also grabbed his earbuds and put the two into his back pocket.
It was another one of those nights where he really needed the release from being trapped in a house. He was thankful the house his foster family had. Or more thankful to the albino next door neighbor who introduced himself to this stress relief. The roof was large enough to allow him to just sit out and relax. Forget everything that the day tormented him with. There were even the two windows which caused for easy access to it, but rather than choosing to ruin everything on his desk by opening the window in front of it he went to the one next to it and opened it up.
He began to climb out but only got one leg out when he noticed someone already there. Sitting right next to his window. A spot with enough room for one more person to sit. He paused for a moment. Smoke was coming from them.
“I’ve been waiting forever,” Gilbert said, taking a drag from a cigarette. His accent thick in his English. He rested both of his arms on his knees and turned his head to look at him, “Like ten minutes.”
Arthur spoke as he sat down,”My family was holding me up. Wanted to plan my birthday or something.” He never looked back at Gilbert. Keeping his eyes forwards looking at the buildings and trees in the distance. “I need a smoke.”
Gilbert took one more drag, “This is my last one, but I’ll share.” He held out his left hand, with the cigarette, to Arthur. Arthur took a long drag before Gilbert half-hearted tried snatching it away, “Keyword buddy, ‘share’.”
Arthur blew out his smoke before speaking again. “It ended up in an argument.”
Gilbert stayed quiet. He didn’t reach back for the cigarette when Arthur took another drag. “I said I didn’t want a birthday. I didn’t like anyone or was close to anyone for that matter, to invite to the damn thing.”
Gilbert hummed. Arthur continued on. “They started telling me that I needed to talk to more people and interact. I walked away, though.”
Gilbert looked at him with those eyes. The asked for more information. Why? “I just… I don’t want to get close to anyone. I don’t want to deal with what happened in the last three families that took me on.” Arthur turned his head and looked at Gilbert.
Gilbert finally took this moment to take the cigarette from Arthur. “Listen, I’m not gonna console you or anything, but I will tell you this.” He took a drag and blew the smoke into Arthur’s face. Eyes shut, he slightly coughed but didn’t make a move to wave the smoke away. “You need to get over yourself. Take the chance to make relationships. Who cares if things don’t fall through cause at least you somewhat lived while you had the chance.”
“You are the biggest fucking arsehole.”
“I don’t know what else you want me to say. I’m not here to comfort you. You come here and deal with me cause I tell you how shit how it is.”
Arthur dug through his mind for a retort, “I don’t need advice from a depressed self-destructive maniac like you.”
“You sure act like you don’t care about anything or anyone, so why not right now, huh?” Gilbert took what was left of the cigarette and threw it on the roof, squashing it under his foot. “Take my advice whether you want it or not, cause surprise I’m going to always be here for you. No matter what.”
“What?”
“You’re always going to have me, Arthur. Now that you’ve committed yourself to this friendship you’re never going to be rid of me.” Gilbert nudged him with his arm, “It’s like I’ve got you in invisible chains. You won’t know they’re there, but they are and that is me staying with you through whatever.”
“Is that right?”
“Hell yeah, it’s right. You’re basically my best friend already. You think I’m just going to let you go that easily?” he laughed out.
“Shut up. I don’t think that...” He nudged him back with a soft laugh.
The silence overtook them as their laughter faded out. Seeing it to be the perfect time Arthur reached into his back pocket. Out of it, he pulled the cracked cell phone he managed to buy himself years ago with money he accumulated from random odd jobs a 14-year-old could get. He held it out to Gilbert, “Here pick out a song. Don’t worry if it will be good or not cause every song on there is a masterpiece.”
“Oh, excuse me. You better have evidence to back up that claim then, Mr.”
Arthur pulled out the earbuds that came with the cell, heaven knew it was a miracle that he hadn’t lost them after all this time, and plugged it into the jack of it. Putting bud into his ear, he brushed aside Gilbert’s hair and put the other into his. Arthur could feel a shiver rush through Gilbert, but neither he or Gilbert said anything about it.
“Eleanor Rigby? Fitting song.” Gilbert didn’t respond, only let out a chuckle.
Neither one spoke instead choosing to wordlessly take in the music. Occasionally a hum made its way into the air. Artist, coming from the various decades, mostly from the 60’s, swept through the night. It was noted to Gilbert that most of the artists we’re all of the British variety. Arthur really did miss his country.
Time passed and their minds came at ease. Eventually, Gilbert rested his head on Arthur’s shoulder and Arthur rested his own on Gilbert’s… At a time in their lives when all they felt was loneliness, it was moments like these, together, that they cherish for making them feel so in-alone.
Gilbert broke the silence finally. Head still on Arthur’s shoulder, he spoke, “What if we went away together.” pause “When we are older we can just leave, wherever we are, and go somewhere, elsewhere, anywhere... We can do whatever the fuck we want.”
Arthur's eyes were closed, but he held onto every word he had to say. He hummed in response.
“We can take your guitar and I can write your music a-and we could live like that. You performing and me managing and writing your music. We could go wherever we wanted. To France, to Spain…” His voice lowered, softened, “to England.”
Arthur began to lift his head and Gilbert feeling Arthur’s pressure also lifted his. “America. I want to go to America.” A smile started on his lips, “And one of those shiny red cars without the roofs. We could drive near the shoreline going to god knows where. My amp and guitar in the backseat as well as your flute and art supplies.”
Arthur faced Gilbert and stared into his red eyes, “We could be whatever we want, just you and me.”
“When we’re 18,” Gilbert reminded.
“When we’re 18.” He confirmed. A grin wide on his face.
This is my gift for @chasingbutterfliesintoeternity for the @prukevents secret santa exchange. I’m so sorry it’s late! I went with the superhero and supervillain prompt, and I hope this is what you’re looking for in it. I hope your holidays were nice too, and I wish you a good 2017. Here’s the long awaited gift.
Word Count: 2536
Characters: Crimson Ink (Prussia/Gilbert), The Emerald Pirate (England/Arthur)
Rating: T
Pairing: PrUk
Tw: Violence
A magician never reveals his secrets.
“You must wonder why I brought you here today,” the man before him said as he poured a cup of wine. “Care for a glass?” He was already reaching for another while he spoke.
The vast room around himself was wide and open, the floors as slick as glass, yet a hazy marble tiled the base of the room. The walls were dark, yet elegant, while tall, large curtains stood proudly by the windows, the cool breeze brushing the fabric aside, causing it to dance before the city below. There was a modern feel to it all, yet some strange objects laid about on counters and end tables, items that belonged in the past, yet laid on the surfaces of the room as though they have remained there for centuries. This was oddly not the spoken man’s regular “lair” as people would call it. This was someplace else, somewhere special.
The Emerald Pirate. That’s what they called him, the man that stood confidently at the table, both glasses of wine long since poured, the surface set up with food, dressed as though it would be served to a king.
The man was a highly dangerous supervillain that had arose to power nearly a year ago. The key word: was. He was dressed in attire perfectly suited for the captain of a ship, the most respected man on board. Clad in leather boots, a white blouse, and a cravat dressed at the collar of his shirt, flowing outwards, he held himself as a man of the seas. It was a true signature look to him, the person beneath his evil persona hidden under a large pirate hat with feathers that flowed outwards, almost reaching the shoulder of his red coat adorned with gold trimmings. An eyepatch covered a single eye, the other shining a bright emerald while a small tuft of blond hair protruded from his headwear. It was a unique look indeed.
“What do you want this time? I’ve got real enemies to defeat, you know? The city needs to be saved from actual supervillains. I don’t need your grimy friends capturing me. I should have known it’d be you. Besides, I had plans for tonight, can’t you hold this off until after New Year’s evening?” The Pirate’s rival spoke up, Crimson Ink, having been just captured by the supervillain. Was the supervillain’s newest evil plan eating dinner in front of him without offering him any? How scandalous.
Momentarily, The Pirate was struck, looking insulted by the mere mentioning of being a terrible villain, but strangely enough, he appeared to brush it off as though he had heard nothing about it. “Ah, yes, my companions of the undead. They are quite handy, really, I could make them do the job for me all the time, but then this would be no fun, would it? Don’t tell me you don’t want to have any fun with me tonight?”
“I didn’t know you could summon the undead. Why don’t you, you know, get them to take over the world instead of terrorizing people downtown. Couldn’t you have waited until new years was over before being an annoyance again?” He asked, his mind wandering to where he was supposed to be in his regular life as Gilbert Beilschmidt, ready to watch fireworks with his brother as they counted down to New Years.
“Dear me, you don’t think they should at least be a little more festive while destroying the earth as we know it?”
“But they’re not destroying the world, they’re just scaring people downtown. I don’t even think they hurt anyone! What’s with that?! What’s with you?! Can’t you just summon a meteor and destroy everything?”
“Always so defiant, are we?” A heavy snort erupted from The Pirate, shooting the hero a slight glare. “Like I’d do something as ludicrous as that. I’m one of the sods that live on this planet. Besides, that’s not how magic works.”
“Come on, Pirate-” The superhero was quickly cut off.
“It’s actually The Emerald Pirate, please say it as such.”
“Emerald Pirate.”
“You forgot The, but go on.”
“Listen, I can’t take any of this seriously if you keep doing shit like this. I mean, come on, look at what you’ve done lately! You conjured a pirate ship on a sacred landmark. You didn’t harm anyone, but you sure as hell pissed off a lot of people. You damaged a building by pouring rain over it for twenty days straight, everything was ruined by the water. The evilest thing you’ve done lately is steal every single pet in town, and when I found you, you were snuggling with at least ten rabbits! And don’t forget about the army of rats you unleashed in the city, and that’s not counting the time you set ghosts loose on a different day! It’s all about as harmless as your zombie goons! Everything you do makes no sense!”
Was the villain just planning something so sinister that he was making Gilbert lose his guard first before following through with his plan?
Every time the supervillain pulled such peculiar evils, Gilbert had ended up being roped into them, somehow finding that The Emerald Pirate had been behind it all along. Each evil becoming more and more ludicrous as time passed. He was surprised to find that The Pirate had been the mastermind behind it all every time, managing to find new and innovative ways to catch him by surprise, to be the mastermind behind all of these simple, anticlimactic evils.
“How can you do all of this anyways? How does your magic work?”
“Ah, a magician never reveals his secrets. Besides, why would I ever tell you?”
Gilbert nearly rolled his eyes to the back of his head. “I should have expected that. An awesome hero like me can’t just sit here and do nothing with you! I have more villains to worry about than some guy pretending to be one, you’ve hardly done anything that’s actually evil lately.”
“And what’s with your outfit anyways,” Gilbert continued “I mean, a pirate suit, what’s with that? Go back to the seventeen-hundreds, Blackbeard.”
The Pirate rested a hand on his chest, gasping a mock surprise, insulted by what he said. “Really? You criticize me for my attire, while you look like you’re dressed for an MCR concert? I’ve never heard of a superhero who dresses like some punk.”
“Hey, my outfit is cool, you look like some guy dressed for a con!”
As strange as The Emerald Pirate’s outfit was, Gilbert’s was able to rival just as equally with the peculiar looks. Chains strapped around leather pants, a tank top with a sleeveless leather jacket, exposed skin covered in tattoos, intricately designed all along his skin, covering a majority of his body. The ink was mainly a crimson color, matching the color of the superhero’s eyes, his features hidden beneath a mask created from the ink, solidified and covering his face, his white hair sticking out from the back, styled in a different fashion than his everyday hair was. It was where he got his superhero name, Crimson Ink.
“That’s it, is it a fight you’re looking for?!” Gilbert exclaimed. “Well, fine, I’ll take you out once and for all. You’ll finally stop terrorizing the city with rats, bees, or whatever dumb idea you come up with next.”
“Tell me, my good rival, are you paying for my dinner when you take me out?” He smirked. “Those are quite the threats coming from a supposed superhero.”
Gilbert flushed from under his mask, becoming flustered from the first statement. “You know that’s not what I meant!”
“Very well. Try and defeat me, but you never will.”
He could never understand it. Why the supervillain that stood before him only did evil things that were more of an annoyance than anything else. He possessed the ability of mystiokinesis, a power that was beyond human understanding, the ability to manipulate magic itself, yet the supervillain had not tried to cause chaos in the world, only evils that were mundane compared to others that could be catastrophic. They had been rivals before, The Emerald Pirate being one of his harder foes to defeat, the oddly dressed man seemingly having a motive before, holding power and a prideful posture, ready to defeat Gilbert with the single use of a spell. Yet now, it was as though he was just playing games.
On the other hand, Gilbert possessed melanokinesis, able to control ink with a simple flick of the finger, and harness its own elements into his fighting tactics. It was handy, versatile, and he was able to rival the magician, countering some of the spells he cast, using quick thinking and his knowledge about his own power. When it came to his life, and other lives on the line, Gibert was a good fighter, his mind able to work under such stressful situations while he seemed somewhat more airy in his regular daily life.
An elegant step was taken forward, a sword conjuring in the pirate’s hand, shards of green dust forming together to create the slick blade, a practical replica of a weapon from the past. Where it had come from, and how it was made, was unknown.
What’s with this guy anyways, is he some kind of history nut?
The pirate cut in. “What? Your sharp tongue has nothing to say anymore? I enjoy it so when you lecture me about what’s right and wrong.”
Holding out his hand, Gilbert summoned the ink from his skin, the liquid molding and shaping to his very will, sharpened to the tip, creating a sword of his own. Tonight appeared to be a traditional battle.
He lunged forward, and The Pirate lunged at him return, sword at the ready, the both of them not backing down from the fight, determined to win once and for all. However, that was what Gilbert thought.
Instead, their swords clashed together, but the sound of steel connecting had been drowned by the noise of a firework exploding high in the sky, reverberating in the building they stood in. Suddenly, before Gilbert could react, the setting appeared to change before him, by the use of The Emerald Pirate’s magic, no doubt.
They were still in the room that Gilbert had been escorted to by the supervillain's undead henchmen, yet stars hung above them in the sky, almost like an illusion had been cast. His feet remained planted on the marble flooring below, while the sky stretch high above, and in the distance he could see the city, the clock counting down on a large building, a colorful array of lights flashing on the structures, dancing with the stars in the sky.
“It’s New Year’s, Crimson, why don’t we have a little fun?” A smirk formed on his lips, a single Emerald eye shining brightly with confidence and arrogance, yet melded with something else Gilbert could not explain, perhaps a gentle look of sorts. “How about a dance?”
“Fine, but I’m not holding back.”
“Nor am I.”
Their swords clashed once more, the blades creating a beat each time they connected, the metal clashing eventually turning into a rhythm, a song being made from the fighting. Slowly, the music halted, and no longer were the rivals fighting, but dancing as fireworks continued the rhythm they had created, the music unneeded as the same song played in their minds. Clumsy feet moving in quick, jagged steps were now slow and fluid, working together as one. The Pirate’s sword had disintegrated in a green mist, the blade being replaced with Gilbert’s hands in his own, guiding the other in their dance.
Gilbert’s weapon had disappeared along with The Pirate’s, the ink returning to his skin where it naturally belonged. He could hear people shouting from somewhere in the background, another spell that must have been casted, counting down as the end of the year neared to a few seconds, excited as a new one began. New hopes, new dreams, a new start for people, to hope for a better time, forgetting about the last year.
The Pirate loomed over Crimson, dipping him downwards as the chanting became background noise. He found himself leaning upwards while the other man leaned down, his hand lightly taking the villain's cheek before their lips connected. The feathers from The Pirate’s hat fell beside them, nearly tickling Gilbert’s cheek, obscuring the vision of their kiss by any non-existant onlookers. He tilted the superhero's mask upwards, doing so in order to properly press his lips against him, but respectfully keeping his features hidden.
Gilbert heard the sound of people shouting “Zero!” all at once, as clearly as day, excitedly cheering as the New Year finally began.
“You’re quite the oblivious one, aren’t you? I can’t believe my sights were on you of all people.” The Pirate suddenly cut in over all of the cheering, pulling back slightly, their lips still nearly touching.
“What?”
“I don’t want to take over the world, I want you, Crimson Ink. Why do you think I set up the table and poured us some wine?” The pirate admitted.
“That’s bullshit.”
A chuckle escaped the blond. “Alright, perhaps I would like to take over the world. As I would much love to hold it in my hands, I would rather be holding you right now.”
Gilbert flushed awkwardly at the statement. He would admit, some of the times he was still excited to see The Pirate, even when he was claiming most of it to be annoying in recent days. It felt like a nuisance, but the attention-seeking pirate had always been successful in luring the superhero to him. He must have been showing up to the ridiculous evils for a reason, other than to stop him, like any hero would.
“I was merely trying to get your attention. I thought I wanted to you to be my rival, and my rival alone, but then I discovered that wasn’t the case. I only wanted to see you and that determination of your’s. I’ve discovered that I’ve grown quite fond of you. Now that I finally have your attention, I’ll tell you something about myself, although, you will hardly hear a magician utter one of their secrets to another.”
It was true, the villain liked how defiant and determined Crimson Ink was to win, he enjoyed seeing that spark in his eyes, never giving up, even when he felt that he may not win. He could respect everything about the superhero, yet he could hardly explain the reasoning for wanting the other’s attention to himself, and sometimes he felt as though he was on the wrong side of it all, but he knew that he could never truly change.
“Just tell me what it is.” Gilbert disrupted The Pirate’s thoughts.
“My name is Arthur.”
“And why would you think telling me who you are is a good idea?”
“Oh, you’ll never find me, not unless you want me, my dear Gilbert.”
“How do you know my nam-!” A finger was placed over Gilbert’s lips, but before Arthur could comment, the invasive hand had been promptly removed by the albino.
It’s June! which means PrUK Week is just over two weeks away! Starting from June 18th, we’ll post reminders for these prompts every day of the week.
June 18th: Years
June 19th: Reverence
June 20th: Magic
June 21st: Sword
June 22nd: Shield
June 23rd: Treasure
June 24th: Morning
Feel free to interpret these prompts however you wish for your writing/drawing/other creative ventures! The aim of this event is for everyone to have fun and create more content for this ship!
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PrUK week starts tomorrow! For any newcomers, here are some FAQs:
How do I participate?
Easy! Just write or create a piece of art (or other creative venture) to do with the prompts. It can be about anything you like, canon or AU, and genderbending and Nyotalia are fine. Post the piece or link it on Tumblr and tag us @prukevents so we can reblog it here. We’ll also be following the tags #prukweek and #prukweek2017
What are the prompts?
This year’s prompts have been posted here.
Do I have to follow the prompt exactly?
No, the prompts were picked to have many possible meanings and we encourage participants to play with them as much as you want. As long as the piece vaguely relates to the prompt it’s fine.
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Our prompts are posted at noon GMT each day, but we will be reblogging posts all day throughout the week (and until the end of June so late posts won’t be missed!)
If you have any more questions, please send an ask or message one of the admins directly!
Sorry for the radio silence from us admins, we’re definitely still here, just very, very busy.
We’re aware that this is pretty late notice, but we’re here to announce the second informal birthday event this year. We were going to make a post about it last week, but both of us forgot.
For a week from tomorrow (April 23rd) we will be reblogging birthday arts of England, either alone or with Prussia. We will be tracking the tags #aph England and #prukevents. Artwork we reblog for this event will be tagged under #birthdayevent and #england2017. If you want to make sure we see your art, feel free to tag us #prukevents! We will also reblog fics if we are tagged in them.
The Prussia birthday event has come to an end. We hoped you enjoyed it as it’s mostly a trial this year. The next scheduled events are: a birthday event for England (the week starting 23rd April) and PrUK Week (the week starting 18th June).
