#yourbruiise

[vineycrd]

It felt strange not being at the monastery, it felt strange be allowed to talk, and not pray, and love who he wanted. Ernst sat in the chair staring off into space when he felt Hanschen touch him. Smiling faintly, the young man turned his head and looked at the other. "Hey." He mumbled quietly.

@yourbruiise

Hanschen sat on the arm of the chair, gently running his fingers through Ernst’s hair. He was so quiet now, so different from the boy he had known growing up. “Hey,” he whispered back, “how are you doing?” He was being careful not to push too hard to try and get him to talk or be affectionate, not wanting to hurt or scare him. 

[sxrialkillr]

continued // x // @yourbruiise

yourbruiise​:

Ernst stared up, eyes wide. He knelt forwards and nuzzled the man’s bulge gently. “Please.” He said quietly, staring up at him again. “Please. I’ve been good for you.”

prowlingnarcissisticbastard:

The icy, calloused touch of Henry’s hand would have been sharp against his senses as it met the comparably softer skin of Ernst’s cheek. ❝Well, since you asked so nicely...how can I say no to my little boy...?❞ crooned the deviant as he introduced his dominant gaze to his lover’s.

[hclliish]

To say Ernst was excited would be an understatement. The had only arrived at the park the day before but he knew exactly where he wanted to head first. Jumping on Hel's bed, the boy nudged her eagerly, desperate to wake the woman up.

@yourbruiise

Hel had been planning this trip as a surprise for Ernst for months. She knew he’d never been, but he adored the Disney movies, and she wanted him to have this experience. 

Waking up when he jumped up onto the bed, she opened one eye to look at her son before smiling at him, reaching out for him to pull him into her. 

[lordcarlisle]

bad touch

12) Shooting your muse in the arm/leg

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“Ernst, get out of the way!” Harry yelled at the man who had stupidly insisted on following him, god knows why. “Fuck!” His target had leaped out of the way and the bullet meant for the criminal lodged itself in Harry’s fiancée’s leg instead.

[jackie-flannery-blog]

Saints and Sinners (closed RP)

( @yourbruiise )

It was late at night, the Church cold, dark and empty, save for one man. Jackie was slumped in one of the pews, about halfway down the isle. There were countless bottles of alcohol surrounding him, on the floor, on the pew next to him, as if he had bought out an entire liquor store.

He didn’t fully know why he was here, he would never be welcomed here with the amount of sins he had committed but... This Church was part of his childhood, burned into his memories. He remembered how him, Stevie and Terry would come here every Sunday as kids, hiding at the back during the sermons and getting into all sorts of trouble. He remembered how, as teenagers, they would hide in the Church after committing their petty crimes. ‘The cops’ll never think to look for us in here!’ Stevie had said to them...

Jackie sniffled slightly as he took another swig of the half-empty liquor bottle in his hand. Stevie was gone, he was dead...

[anempathsbecoming]

’ Well, some people use their imagination… ’

“...That’s what I do for a living actually. I imagine what it’s like to be a killer.”

[vineycrd]

One of the first things Ernst had been warned about after joining the ship was sirens. Of course he just thought they were stories, but the sound of the song proved that wrong. The boy ran to the edge of the ship, staring at a beautiful blond haired one. He reached out to the creature, not at all able to fight the call.

@yourbruiise

Hanschen sat on his rock, smiling and singing to the ships that sailed by. It had been something he had done for his entire life, luring drunken old sailors to their deaths with little pity. Seeing the sailors begin to reach out, his singing only got louder, attempting to draw them in. 

[vineycrd]

The prince seemed to visit Ernst's monastery almost constantly, not that Ernst was complaining. Still, it didn't make life easy for him. The boy bit his lip as he watched the young man approach him, smiling nervously. "Back again?" He asked softly.

@yourbruiise

Hanschen smiled at Ernst, happy to see him. The young monk in training was the true reason he was constantly returning, not his devotion to god. “Is it wrong of me to be?” He asked teasingly. “Is there a limit to the number of times one can visit here that I was unaware of?”