mark ernst

anonymous asked:

hanschen is a busy law student and ernst is a art major the two collide one day on campus while running late and everything gets ruined with paint? or along those lines you're a fantastic writer

First of all, thank you, thank you. You’re too kind! I couldn’t come up with a good way for them to meet again that wouldn’t be terribly out of character for either of them, so I decided to leave it at the end. But if you have an idea for a scenario for them to meet again, I’d be happy to continue it! I hope you like it :)

The shared stress of finals season at university is known to unite students no matter their major. No one questions the kid running across campus at 7 AM still in their pajamas, or the ones who fall asleep in the library in the wee hours of the morning. Students everywhere are one triumph away from putting another semester behind them, or an inch away from disaster.

It’s amidst this chaos that Ernst is trying to make it to the art building on the other side of campus to deliver his final project for Intro to Painting. The scatter-brained artist stereotype had gotten the best of him this week when he managed to mix up the due date for this class with the one for his English paper. He didn’t even realize it until the day before when he finished the paper and turned it into the professor, who commented on his impressive initiative for turning it in a full four days early. A sleepless night and too many cups of tea later, he finds himself speed walking along the sidewalk in front of the law building with a still wet painting.

Ernst just about breathes a sigh of relief that he’s going to make it with minutes to spare. He’s thinking ahead to the long nap he’s going to take when he gets home when he suddenly collides with someone who had been walking the other way.

“Will you watch where you’re going?” The voice is sharp and definitely masculine.

Ernst looks up to see one of the most beautiful individuals he’s ever seen. If he weren’t in such a hurry, he’d definitely want to appreciate the view. However, he notices that the blonde boy’s sharp features are contorted in a distinctly unhappy glare directed at him.

That’s enough to snap Ernst back to his senses as he attempts to stutter out an apology. “I’m so sorry- I just- I’m trying to get thi- oh no.”

His attention is captured by the front of the boy’s clothes and papers. When their bodies collided, Ernst’s wet painting got caught up in the tangle, not only getting ruined, but smearing paint all over the handsome stranger.

“You’ve… got… paint…” Ernst is quiet as he takes a step back and bites his lip. He can’t believe that all the work he put into this painting just went down the drain, or rather, all over this stranger.

The blonde boy looks down, seeing his once pristine pair of trousers and white button up shirt slathered with various bright colors of paint. He closes his eyes and sets his jaw, exhaling loudly. “This isn’t happening.”

When he opens his eyes again, they’re glaring icy daggers at Ernst.

Ernst finds himself cowering slightly at the menacing look. “I’m sorry! I was in a rush and I didn’t see you and–”

“Just don’t.” The blonde cards through his paint splattered papers before glances over them to find the brunette still standing in front of him. He glances between Ernst and the smeared painting. “Good luck with… that.”

With that, the mysterious blonde turns around and hurries off in the direction he came from. Ernst gapes after him, feeling both captivated by the attractive stranger and also a little afraid of him. He snaps out of his trance and examines his wrecked project with a groan. How is he supposed to explain this?