I just love the au that when you write on your skin it shows up on your partners skin like imagine Hamilton writing notes upon notes all up this arms and Jefferson being like yo what the fuck and Jefferson always writes dates of things but Hamilton has so many scribbles that he can never make anything out. Then imagine that one day Jefferson gets sick of never meeting this stranger so he writes “*name of restaurant* 6pm tonight. Come” and that’s how they finally meet, Jefferson looking his best outside a fancy French restaurant and Hamilton running fifteen minutes late, hair flying in every direction, buttons undone, sleeves rolled up at different lengths, and notes still covering his arms except for one patch on his wrist left bare. Their eyes meet and Thomas just falls in love instantly
Bitty stood in the doorway, his eyes wide open and his hands clasped over his mouth. He had come downstairs to investigate the noise of shuffling furniture only to find himself with his mouth hanging wide open.
“Oh my lanta! You boys actually did it!” Whiskey and Tango looked up to see Bitty. Between them was a gorgeous sofa in brilliant robins egg blue. The cushions were fluffed to their fullest, and a soft scent of lavender filled the room instead of… whatever that smell used to be. Bitty could barely contain himself.
“What… Where… How did you convince… Oh lord, it’s just so beautiful. What did you do with the old one? I’ve been trying to burn that thing ever since I moved in. I can’t believe Holster let you get rid it!”
“What?” Tango blinked at Bitty with his usual confused look as they dropped the sofa into place. “We didn’t get rid of the couch.”
Bitty’s eyebrows lowered. “Then… then what happened to the old couch?”
“Bitty, it’s right here.” Whiskey gestured in front of him. Bitty tilted his head at him, looking for an explanation.
I find myself wondering a lot where it stops with the wizarding world borrowing muggle technology ??? when did they decide that this specific amount of muggle technology is good. but to hell with the rest!!! bathtubs, plumbing, sinks, clocks, sure. cars???? oh man what the HECK is a car??? dear lord??? also pens????? pencils???? never heard of them. who decides what is acceptable and what’s not?? is there a council?? who decided that trains were ok but cars were Taboo???
Came home from school and found a
very familiar cat sitting on our front porch, looking at me with a very put-off
expression as if it wanted to You let me
As soon as I saw the familiar black
fur and the annoyed green eyes, I sighed. “Buddy, we talked about this – you don’t live here, remember?”
“Yeah, yeah,” I opened the door,
letting the cat stroll into the apartment, and went straight for the phone to
call my mum’s co-worker and my psychologist. “Uh, hey, Manuela. I found your
“What?! Oh for the lord of… honestly, I still don’t know how he knows
where you live. I’m so sorry for this rascal.”
“You’re laughing, though.”
“Only a bit. Can I come pick him up in an hour or so? I will be on
“Yeah, sure,” I looked to the side,
where Charly – that’s the rascal’s name – was sitting on the table, wiggling
his tail while he aimed for my shoulder.
“Don’t you dare,” I muttered over at
“I was talking to your cat. Eh, an
hour, you said. I will feed him something and we will wait for you, no
“Sweet! Thank you.”
I said goodbye and had barely time
to put the phone down before Charly basically slammed into my shoulder from
behind, claws digging into my sweater as he climbed upwards to perch on my
Huffing, I shot him a look. “Happy
Big green eyes stared back at me. “Meow.”
“You’re a handful, I hope you know
I only got purring as an answer.
Short explanation – as I said,
Charly is the cat of my mum’s co-worker who also was my psychologist for a
while. He’s quite picky when it comes to humans, and his owners had always
trouble finding someone who could watch over him while they were on vacation.
Not because there weren’t people who volunteered, but because Charly bit and
scratched and went completely wild whenever a “stranger” tried to enter the
house to feed him.
When my mum’s co-worker heard that I
like cats and are pretty good at handling them for some reason, she asked me if
I could try feeding Charly for two days while she was on a business trip.
Well, long story short – Charly hissed
and spit and went wild as soon as he saw me. He was a bit dumbfounded, though,
when I just ignored him, walked past him and filled his bowl with his favorite
food. Then I sat on the ground cross-legged, a few meters away from him and the
bowl, pretending to be engrossed in a book that I had brought with me.
There was a long pause, before a
very confused but curious cat started sniffing at my knee carefully, twitching
away as I looked up for a moment. When I didn’t react further, he relaxed and
went to eat.
Somehow, that had gained me his
respect. The next day, he didn’t even try to fight me, prowling around me while
I filled his bowl and purring contently all the while.
You can only imagine how dumbfounded
I was when a few days later (my mum’s co-worker had already arrived back home) there
was all of sudden a very familiar cat sitting on my front porch, meowing at me
when I opened the door to see what was causing such a noise. Charly had come to
visit me, entirely too content with strolling through our apartment and
claiming my bed for himself. It took his owner coming over and picking him up
that he left again.
Funny thing is – he lives at the other
side of the town, and nobody knows how he found out where he had to go to see
Since then, that stubborn cat comes
to visit me every two weeks or so, patiently waiting in front of my door until
I come home from school. It’s as if he knows my schedule, always showing up
exactly when it’s time for me to be home.