#a bird without its nest. sure why not. Why not yea sure lets go with that. nothing matters anyway

[natsmagi]

[jhoudiey]

Inspired by a convo in the writing server and by Mamo's salty Jade, I wrote some fluffy-ish Yoru and Floyd mountain "date" nonsense. No warnings except bad grammar.

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“Hey Fugu-chan do you wanna come fight a monster with me?” Floyd had pulled himself through Yoru’s window as usual to interrupt her studies.

“Floyd, it’s 1pm, don’t you have class?”

“Ehhh I don’t wanna go, its the same boring stuff every day anyway” He perched in her windowsill urging her to follow him.

“Where’s this monster?” She grinned and put her books down, Floyd had a point. Fighting was always more fun than studying.

“In the mines where we went camping! I wanna see if I can find another one!” he insistently waved for her to hurry up.

“Still mad you didn’t get to go all out last time, huh?” She stretched out her shoulders and joined him at the window.

“Mhmmm~ Now that I have my magical pen back I want to play some more ehe!” She laughed and hopped out the window behind him.

*

They landed at the mouth of the caves, Yoru letting him down from her talons before touching down on the ground beside him. He sprinted into the tunnels with a grin on his face, shouting for any monsters to show up to play. Yoru flew behind him trying to stifle her laughter, he looked like a kid on a sugar high.

“Eeeeehhhh Fugu-chan this is taking foreverrrrrrr” He whined after half an hour in the caves with no appearance of any monsters. “Can’t you use your magic and find one?” he begged. She sighed and rolled her eyes.

“That's not how my magic works Floyd, I can only see through crows, not through rocks. I’m the only bird in these caves so unless there’s a hidden crows nest somewhere I can’t help”

“Huh? Then what good is your unique magic then?” he complained, crossing his arms

“Says the guy who can only deflect magic, wouldn’t stop me taking your head off-” They were interrupted by a low rumbling coming from the path behind them. They turned to the sound, another Overblot monster materializing from the darkness. Floyd cheered, happy that his foe had finally appeared.

“Awe maaaaaan, Floooooyd, you never said it was an overblot monster! I can’t fight this!” Yoru complained as the monster descended on them.

“Eeeh? Why not? This is fun!” Floyd danced out of the way of the monster, hitting it with some magic of his own to keep it away from them.

“I can’t do magic, remember? All I can do is see. My hands and feet won’t do shit to that thing” She pouted, sitting on the ground with a huff, resigned to watch Floyd fight it on his own. He was clearly enjoying himself, hitting it with spell after spell. Yoru watched on in envy, how amazing would it be to be able to do magic like that. She watched him dance around the monster, attacking with reckless abandon, his own unique magic deflecting the attacks thrown at him.

Yoru sighed resting with her head in her hands, eyes following the battle. Floyd really was incredible, so much so it pissed her off. He made it seem so effortless. Fire, grass, water, ice, wind, dark… every kind of magic she’d dreamed of having Floyd was throwing out without a care in the world, this level of effort was nothing to him, when she couldn't even change the colour of a single flower petal. After what seemed like hours the glass head on the monster cracked, it’s ink splashing to the ground. It roared and the walls around them shook.

“Hey Floyd, you should finish up, if this thing collapses the cave around us we’re screwed” she said flatly, watching small rocks fall from the ceiling.

“Okay Fugu-chaaaaan~ Let me show you my special move, just look at how amazing I am!” He unleashed his strongest attack yet, Yoru wasn’t able to conceal her admiration for him. Her jaw dropped.

“Holy shit… you’re actually incredible…” she muttered, more annoyed than ever at how talented he was. The monster crumbled before them, disappearing into ink and sinking back into the ground. Floyd cheered.

“Yaaaayyyy!! That was fun!” he looked exhausted. His hair was a mess and he drenched in sweat, but the grin he wore was one of the biggest Yoru had ever seen. It was quite cute. She nodded at him and held out her arm in case he needed to lean on her, she wasn’t sure how he was still standing after expending so much magic in such a short time. He stretched his arms behind his head, not needing her assistance.

“We should have a fire too! Come on Fugu-chan!” He grabbed her hand and ran from the cave, staggering when they got outside and saw that the sun had already begun to set. “Uwaaahhh I’m tired all of a sudden, carry me Fugu-chan” She laughed. It seemed Floyd wasn’t invincible after all.

She flew to the shore of the lake, setting him down near an old decaying log. Somewhere along their flight he’d fallen asleep. She set to work gathering firewood, setting the wood in a way that would be easy to ignite once he woke up. When that was ready she wandered over to the lake to grab some fish, no sense not eating while they were out. They didn’t have any spices, but grilled fish was simple enough and delicious on it’s own. She wasn’t as proficient as catching fish with her bare hands as Floyd, but it still didn’t take her long before she’d caught half a dozen and brought them back to their impromptu base camp. The sun had fully set by the time she’d gotten the fish onto their skewers and shook Floyd awake so he could start the fire.

“Hmmm? When did I fall asleep?” He whined, confused by his surroundings

“When we were flying over here, you went limp almost immediately after we took off, I almost dropped you” Yoru grinned at him “Now can you get the fire going, I’m starving.” He nodded, using his magic to light the fire as she arranged the fish around it to cook.

“Wait, lemme see your pen” She said suddenly, able to see the once white gem clouded over with black ink in the firelight. She grabbed at it but he snatched it out of reach and shoved it back into his pocket. “Floyd, let me see it” Yoru growled at him, he pouted and handed it to her, he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep it from her if she fought him for it.

“Floyd… that’s a lot of blot… you need to be more careful. If you overblotted I’d have you kill you, I wouldn't be able to stop you with magic”

“Haaaah like you could, you saw how strong I am! Ahaha! What do you know about overblotting anyway, you can barely do magic!” He argued, turning the fish to roast their other sides.

“Hmmm? Didn’t I tell you? I overblotted once as a kid. It sucked”

“As a kid? Did you have magic when you were younger? What happened to it ehe~” He raised an eyebrow at her, curious at how she had lost her magic. She snorted

“No. I got my unique magic really young but I didn’t know what it was so I used it all the time since I didn’t know any better. Dad found me screaming in bed, said I had all these shadowy birds walking over and pecking at me, he still talks about it like it’s the worst thing he’s ever seen.” She rolled her eyes, thinking about Crowley's overly theatrical reactions to the lamest things.

Floyd cringed away from her, throwing his hands up. “Eugh that sounds so gross!” He sat forward again with a smile “But it’s funny knowing even without a lot of magic you can overblot”

“Yea, really funny” She glared at him. “How are you not ranked higher at school though? You’re so amazing it pisses me off”. He smirked at her

“Doing everything I’m supposed to is boring so I just do whatever I want and fail sometimes cause I don’t feel like doing it” He grabbed one of the fish, happily biting into it.

“That must be nice. I wish I could say I’m not jealous of your talent” She bit into her own fish, chewing it more fiercely than was necessary.

“Hmmmm why are you jealous though? You’re really smart too, Fugu-chan” He smiled and chowed down, very much enjoying his meal. Yoru groaned, she wasn't used to compliments.

“...Thanks. ...By the way, didn’t Jade say he wanted to come out here with you next time? Isn’t he going to be mad we came without him?” Floyd's eyes grew wide before settling back to normal

“Eeeehhhh probably, but I wanted to find that monster and Jade wouldn't come with me so it’s his fault anyway” he shrugged, carefully selecting his last fish.

“Maybe he won’t be that mad, it’s not like we really did much mountaineering up here anyway” Yoru shrugged, finishing her meal and throwing sand on the fire. “We should get back though, unlike you, I do have some homework I need to hand in because I’m not allowed to fail”

*

They landed back in the mirror chamber full of fish and tired from adventure.

“Hey, next time you find a monster make sure it's one I can fight too. I can’t help but want to show off what I can do without magic”

“Kaaaaay~!” Floyd sang, hopping through the mirror that would take him back to Octavinelle.

*

“Ahh Floyd, you’re back late, did you enjoy your date? You missed dinner, Azul was worried sick about you” Jade smirked at him from across their bedroom. Floyd flopped into his bed, exhausted. Fugu-chan was right, he’d used too much magic today and was still tired despite his earlier nap.

“Aha! Azul wouldn’t worry about something thing like that, besides he would have been mad at me for going to fight a monster and getting my uniform all dirty”

“Oya? A monster? You never mentioned there was a monster on campus” Jade chuckled

“Ehhhh? It wasn’t on campus, me and Fugu-chan went back to Mount Dwarf to fight with the overblot monster in the caves! It was really fun!” Jade slowly turned to glare at Floyd.

“Floyd… you returned to the mountains once again without me” He exhaled dramatically. “You found yourself a girlfriend and completely forgot about little old me, all alone and mountainless” He let out an exaggerated sigh “I can’t believe my own twin would discard me so carelessly, how cruel” Floyd sat up in bed, a frown painted on his face.

“haaaaaaaaahhhh you said you didn’t want to come! You can’t complain about it now”

“Perhaps it is for the best, I wouldn’t want to be a third-wheel after all... I’ll just make you come with me next time I go...” he muttered to himself under his breath

“Ehhh what are you even talking about Jade?” Floyd laid back down and stretched out into his blankets.

“While crashing a date seems like it would be a lot of fun, I don’t believe Yoru-san is very fond of me, and she does have a habit of getting violent when she’s angry. I wouldn’t care to be on the receiving end of those talons.”

“It wasn’t even a date” he complained, rolling away to face the wall. He hadn’t told Jade about his failed confession at Vargas’s weekend camp so the insinuations he and Yoru were dating stung. “...and she’s not even my girlfriend” he muttered into his pillow.

“Fufufu not yet” Jade chuckled to himself as Floyd started snoring.

[drarrysinful]

Draco and Harry find an stray kitten outside and bring it home, they take care of it and love it very much and Harry is like ‘look we have a child now darling’ (AND EVERYTHING ENDS WELL)

A/N: sorry this took so long, I promise I’m still working on these.

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Whiskers

Hand in hand, Harry and Draco walked through the park near their flat, as they did most evenings to enjoy the fresh air and sunset.

Mewl

“What was that?” Harry asked, looking around.

“Sounded like a meow. You know there are stray cats around here.” Draco said, arching a brow at Harry.

“Yes but...”

“Harry...” Draco sighed, recognizing that look on Harry’s face.

“I just want to make sure it’s okay.”

“Fine.”

Harry smiled that bright smile that made Draco weak in the knees every time. He couldn’t help but give a smile back as he watched Harry looking for the source of the mewling.

“I found it!” Harry came back, cradling a small ball of grey fluff in his hands.

“Is it a kitten?” Draco asked, looking over at the small ball of fluff.

“I found it in a box, someone abandoned him.” Harry said, looking down at it. “I think it might be hurt.”

Draco leaned forward and checked out the kitten, it had a small injury on its paw. He smiled up at Harry. “Harry, stop panicking. You are one of the best Mediwizards at St.Mungos. This little one is in the best hands.”

Harry gave another smile and cradled the kitten to his chest as they walked back home.

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As Draco had predicted, Harry was easily able to heal the small kitten once they got home. It had a broken paw and a small cut, which Harry healed very quickly.

Looking closer at the kitten, Draco looked over at Harry. “It’s eyes aren’t open yet, which means it’s still on formula. I’ll run to the store.”

With that he got up and headed out the door, Harry smiling at him. He may seem cold to others, but Harry knew he had a kind soul, and now that this kitten was in their house, it was theirs.

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“I want to name him Dobby,” Harry said sometime later, cradling the kitten as he bottle fed it.

“After father’s old house elf?” Draco asked incredulously.

“After the house elf that was my friend and died saving us from Bellatrix.”

Draco paused for a moment, “Fair enough.”

“Hey Draco,” Harry grinned, watching the kitten drink from his bottle, “Looks like we have a kid now.”

Draco just shook his head, but he had a smile on his face.

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It didn’t take long at all for Dobby to start to grow under their care, and become an important member of their family. He was playful and curious, and one of his favorite places to be was in Draco’s lab while he worked on his potions. Much to Draco’s distress, as he liked to jump up on the shelves and weave through the fragile potion bottles. But Draco conceded that keeping an eye on the small cat weaving through the potion bottles was better than listening to Dobby screaming at him from behind the door wanting to come in.

Dobby was very attached to Harry, always weaving through Harry’s legs, climbing up his pant legs, and running up to the door whenever he got home from work.

Draco worked from home, so Dobby would cling to him instead whenever Harry was at work. As much as Draco grumbled about it, he did enjoy the small kitten’s company when Harry was away, especially on nights where Harry was working a double shift or was called into an emergency. Those nights he curled up in bed with the small bundle of fluff instead.

It also didn’t take long for Dobby to earn his namesake, as he had the tendency to make off with Draco and Harry’s shirts as well as socks to build himself little nests in hiding places all over the house. Harry thought it was cute, but it always set Draco off when he couldn’t find a favorite shirt or a single pair of matching socks.

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“Dobby, no!”

Harry looked up from the book he was reading with a concerned look on his face as a disgruntled looking Draco came marching into the living room, carrying a now adult Dobby by his scruff.

“What happened?”

“Your blasted cat got into the owl’s room again.” Draco grumbled as he deposited Dobby onto Harry’s lap. Nonplussed, Dobby curled up in Harry’s lap and started to purr. Draco glared at that cat, “One of these days he’s going to piss off Cepheus just a bit too much. He’s a great owl, but he’s still a bird of prey. And much bigger than you, you little prat.” He said pointedly to the purring cat in Harry’s lap.

Harry ran his fingers through Dobby’s fur, “Why is he always my cat when he’s in trouble?”

Draco gestured pointedly at Harry’s hand, “Because you’re always spoiling him.”

“He’s a cat, he doesn’t understand that he shouldn’t mess with Cepheus.”

Draco snorted, “He’s smarter than you give him credit for.”

Harry looked over at Draco, a curious look on his face.

Draco leaned over and absently scratched Dobby behind the ear, “Little bugger opened the door to Cepheus’ room.”

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“Draco, have you seen Dobby?”

Draco looked up from the potion he’d been working on and glanced over at Harry, who was standing in the doorway. “No, why?”

“I was looking for him as I was going to give him his dinner. It’s not like him to miss a meal.”

“He’s probably just napping somewhere. He’s getting pretty old, he’s been taking a lot more naps lately.”

“Yea, but...”

Draco sighed, “Give me a moment to get this potion to a stopping point. I only have a couple steps left and then it will need to simmer for about an hour.”

“Okay, I’ll start looking while you finish.”

They had been looking for about an hour and Harry was starting to get panicked as they walked back to Draco’s lab so he could finish the potion he was working on.

“What if Cepheus ate him?”

“That is highly unlikely, and we would have heard something like that. There would also be evidence of it in his room.”

“What if he escaped? If he can open the door to Cepheus’ room, maybe he can open the front door as well!”

“Harry, I have the whole house warded, I would have known if the door opened for any reason other than you or I doing so.”

“But—“

Harry stopped his worried babbling when they walked back into Draco’s lab, and found Dobby curled up and sleeping next to the low-burning fire Draco’s potion was sitting on.

Harry glanced into the kitchen, only to see all of Dobby’s food missing from his bowl. He looked back in at the slumbering cat.

“So...” Draco said, arching a brow, “While we were frantically looking for him... He came out of hiding, ate all his food, and then fell asleep in the one room that we didn’t think to look in...”

“Seems so.”

“I’m going to skin him.”

“Draco!”

“What?”

“He’s just proving that he belongs in this family.”

Draco rolled his eyes, picked up Dobby, and deposited him in Harry’s arms, so he could get back to his potion.

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“Harry.”

Harry was in his office at St. Mungos, when a small silver ferret appeared on his desk, opening its mouth and speaking in Draco’s voice. He sounded extremely distressed.

“It’s Dobby.”

“Expecto Patronum!” Harry said, his stag erupting out of his wand. “I’m on my way.” was all he said before the stag disappeared, heading off to Draco.

“Janet!” Harry yelled out the door, hearing his assistant’s answering call, “I’m going home early, reschedule my appointments! Something is wrong with Dobby!” Harry didn’t wait to hear Janet’s response before he had flicked floo powder into his office fireplace and stepped through.

After the swirling stopped he stepped out of the fireplace in his home and looked around for Draco.

He was sitting on the couch, cradling a very skinny and ragged looking Dobby in his arms. As he was walking closer, Harry got a flashback of Draco cradling Dobby in this same way as he bottle fed him as a kitten.

Draco looked up, his face red, “He isn’t eating and his breathing is so fast, I don’t... I don’t know what’s wrong with him.”

Harry felt tears stinging his eyes, he had an idea what was wrong, but he didn’t want to admit it to himself, “Let’s take him to his veterinary witch.”

“This isn’t something you can handle?”

“No, cuts and broken bones are similar enough to humans that I can take care of it, but I’m not a vet.”

Draco got up and hugged Dobby to him, the scruffy old cat giving a piteous mewl in response.

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“I’m afraid, Mr. and Mr. Malfoy, that there’s nothing we can do for him.”

Harry wiped his eyes and gave a nod, he had already expected this. Draco slammed his hands on the counter, “What do you mean there’s nothing you can do! You’re a veterinary witch, aren’t you?”

Harry put his hand on Draco’s arm to calm him, “Draco... as you like to remind me whenever I have doubts, I’m one of the best mediwizards in St. Mungos. But... even I can’t stop old age.” He gestured at the veterinary witch, “Neither can she.”

The witch nodded with an understanding and sympathetic expression. “At this point we suggest putting him to sleep. We have a few options past that, one of the more popular ones is extracting some of his fondest memories and preserving them in a small pensive with his name on it. It is however one of the more expensive options as well.”

Draco bristled a little at that, “We’ll do it.”

She nodded. “Would you like to say goodbye before we start?”

Harry and Draco both nodded, and the witch brought them both back into the examination room, where Dobby was sleeping fitfully in a bundled pile of Harry and Draco’s old shirts, the ones they had given up trying to take back from him.

Harry leaned down and wrapped his arms around the bundle, his tears fogging up his glasses, “Goodbye Dobby. I’ll miss you.”

Once Harry was done, Draco gathered the bundle into his arms, saying nothing but holding Dobby as close as he could without hurting him, his tears flowing down his pale cheeks.

Neither of them could bear staying past the witch extracting Dobby’s memories and placing them in the small pensive, which she had already magically carved his name onto while they were saying goodbye. They left the room and waited silently in the waiting room to pay their bill and go home, Draco holding the small pensive to his chest and Harry holding the empty cat carrier loosely in his hands.

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Many many years later, an elderly Draco and Harry we’re walking hand in hand through an ethereal version of Kings Cross Station. They knew why they were there, they were waiting on the train that would take them to the afterlife. They had both passed on in their sleep, going together as they had done in life.

“This is quite peaceful,” Draco commented.

“It’s definitely more comforting being here as an old man welcoming death rather than a young teen.” Harry said, looking around at his familiar surroundings.

“Really, there’s only one thing that could make this more comfortable.”

Mewl

A small grey kitten streaked out from under a bench, one of Draco’s old socks in his mouth, and weaved around both of their legs before attempting to climb up Harry’s pant leg.

They both smiled brightly, “Dobby...”

“We missed you.”

Mewl

[dystovian]

Can you do number 15 for Peter where the reader is his best friend who is in love with him is jealous from all the time he spends with Mj and finally reveals their feeling towards each other

You

Did something bad happen? Aunt May is okay, right?

Pete

Yea yea she’s fine! MJ and I had that project to do and she invited me over and I completely forgot about it until now

You

Oh ok

You couldn’t believe this. The one boy you counted on to show up to your college acceptance party, failed to even show, let alone stick to his word.

“You’re coming to the party right? My parents have to know who’s going so we know how much food to make, and you know how they are, they just have to know who’s coming cause they’re wei-“

“Y/n, Y/n, I’ll go, I promise I’ll make it.” The feeling of Peter’s strong hands squeezing your shoulders was enough to make you blush for just a second before clearing your throat and smiling giddily.

“Ok! It starts at 4:30 okay? Please, please don’t miss it!” Hands clasped together, even a busy bystander would be able to understand the pleading tone in your voice, even someone across the hall would have been able to feel your excitement.

But Peter didn’t. It went right through him, like it never meant anything to him at all that once you graduated you’d be leaving town and going across state to College. Like it never meant anything to him that you somehow managed to get into the one college you truly hoped for.

And of course, as expected, the party was nothing but a disaster. First, the food took far too long to come, and by the time it did it was cold, and no one could enjoy dinner. Then, the second the cake was brought through the dining room door it splattered onto the ground, sending frosting and cake onto the shoes of just about every guest.

The party sucked, and everyone went home early. And honestly, this could’ve happened even with Peter there. But he really would’ve made it so much better.

You’ve known Peter since 6th grade. And from the day you met him he was everything but cruel to you. He confronted Flash when he poked fun at the way you stuttered when doing your presentation. He squeezed your hand gently when you came back from your first therapy session, stressed, but feeling like all the weight slipped from your back.

He hugged you when you found out your uncle died, he stayed with you over night and into morning to make sure you showered, and ate. He came by every afternoon to play games with you until you were okay enough to finally stay in school a full day.

New York was really beautiful during its sunsets. Something about the way the deep black outline of the buildings so far off struck something inside of your heart. It made your eyes almost sparkle in admiration as it contrasted deeply with the wondrous hues of the sun as it dipped beneath the horizon for its final moments.

Leaning against the railing of the fire escape outside your window, desperately searching for something new to distract you now that the sky was dark, stars shining brightly. If only you weren’t obsessed with space when you were younger, then maybe you would be able to study each constellation without already knowing them. In truth, all you wanted to do was avoid Peter, yet his name couldn’t seem to leave your thoughts. It’s selfish to think, but what did MJ have that you didn’t? If you changed would Peter have attended your acceptance party?

Shaking the thoughts from your mind, you went back into your room, gently sliding through the window and making sure not to step on anything and waking your parents, you slipped under your blankets for the night, just as the sun did just moments ago.

Your sleep didn’t seem to last as long as you had hoped, hearing tapping at your window, the first feeling invoked within your belly was annoyance. It must be those birds, the ones that always come back and nest right by your window.

But it didn’t give up, it was an insistent rapping against the class and each one brewed the beginning of a migraine, and out of frustration you groaned, throwing your blanket off of you and heading to your window. What you expected upon drawing the curtain was a bird, not Peter Parker. And in your sleepiness and prior anger toward the boy you quickly shut the curtain after giving him a firm glare.

“Oh my god. I cant believe this kid.” You pinched the bridge of your house upon hearing several vibrations come from your phone on your bedside table.

Just come to the window, please?

You drew the curtains again, staring at him with furrowed brows. When you opened the window you didn’t let him in this time, and decided instead to go outside where he was.

“Shouldn’t you be with her?”

“What? MJ? No, no no, I came to see y-“ He began, a smile beginning to sprout on his face.

“Yeah well you’re a little late for that.” Seconds into the conversation and you were already done with it, sticking your leg back into your window to climb through it for the fourth time tonight.

“No! Wait, wait!” Why was he so desperate to talk to you when he knows how much he messed up? The way his hands grabbed your shoulder were not gentle and promising like the way to squeezed you in the hallway that day. They were pleading, just like you were when you clasped your hands together, begging for him to come to the party.

“I’m sorry, okay? I have a real reason why I couldn’t go, and I was mad at myself for not canceling on MJ but I couldn’t, and I’m sorry. I know how much it would’ve meant to you if I came.” Uncomfortable. That’s really all you felt, not because of what he said, but partly because you were about to slip into your room and the way your head was bent under the opened window was difficult to move your head and make eye contact with him.

Did you even want to?

“Peter, I really- Just go. I don’t know why you bothered coming in the first pla-“

“But Y/n-“

“Go home, Parker. Just, go. Home.” The stern way his last name came from your mouth was a stab to the throat, he couldn’t speak as you aggressively shook your shoulder from his grasp, going back into your apartment and shutting the window with a swift movement. Locking it shut for the night and many to come.

The last thing left outside your window was a thick, taffy yellow envelope placed under a small navy blue box.

[bolbianddolanhouse]

BNHA self insert AU

Nani the heck is this? Read here!

Chapter 6: All Tea, All Shade

What happened during the in between time of move in day and the 1st day of second term? Total. Fuckery....These next chapters is what happened in those 11 days.

I wake up and I feel better and much more energized than the day before, where I totally dropped in still drunk. I start my routine and head to the bathroom, still forgetting it’s not the co-ed system like in the intelligence program. I walk in and see alot of shirt-less and boy butt, fuck.

“AHH PALMA-SAN WHAT THE-”

“guys chill, I can’t go use the girl’s bathroom so better get used to me in here in the mornings.”

“The school really messed up huh?” said Kaminari “but I could get used to, this” he said looking at my lower half. I then I take a switch-blade out of my pajama shorts.

“Let me make myself clear buckos” I say as a flip open the knife “if any of yall try me, touch me or I catch you oogling me! I will cut you a new, functioning butthole! Got it?!”

The boys nod and divert their gaze away from me. I then play some Teriyaki Boyz on my phone and just do my thing.

“She’s really establishing herself here” said Kirishima to Sero.

“Bro she has it bad” said Sero turning off the water “I kinda feel terrible that they can’t do anything about it but live through it.”

“Guys just give her respect” said Koda “she’s like this because she doesn’t trust us to look away.”

Iida then walks in “WHO’S PLAYING MUSIC IN HERE-” he gaze stopped at me doing my exfoliating while there’s full on nudity going on behind me. “ITA SHIELD YOUR EYES!” he said covering my eyes.

“Tenya what the hell?!” I screamed while struggling out of his arms.

“The boy’s bathroom is no place for a lady!” he said struggling to keep his hand on my face.

“IIDA SHE HAS A KNIFE! STOP!” everyone yelled at him to let me go.

I teleport out of his grip and facing the open showers. I see the full on nudity and was unfazed as Todoroki, Mineta and Tokoyami try to cover themselves with their hands.

“Yo no offense, but why Mineta’s dick so small?” I said tilting my head sideways “I expected it to be bigger if he’s such a perv, bold moves baby carrot dick.”

The boys go ballistic with the roasting I just served with a side of disappointment. Mineta never really recovered from that roast. I finish up my skincare and teleport to my room to change to go drink some coffee. When I walked in the dining area, the boys had food and coffee ready for me.

“Palma-san! we made some food, come sit with us!” said Sato

“Yea! sit next to me!” said Kirishima patting the chair next to him

“No sit next to us!” said Ojiro pulling up a chair with his tail.

“oh boys! I prefer to eat sitting on the counter” I say as I walk over to the counter.

“Oh then allow me” said Midoriya offering his cupped hands as a boost.

“No I got it” as I levitated onto the counter “did yall forget I have telekinesis?”

We chat and I tell them of one of my greatest adventures I had back home. Then the girls walk in.

“That smells good! So sweet of you boys to make breakfast.” said Mina

“We actually didn’t make enough for you girls, sorry!” said Kaminari.

“Then why does Palma-san get a plate?” questioned Momo.

“Palma-san is one of the bros now!” said Kirishima “after what happened in the bathroom earlier, she can stay”

Iida stepped in quickly with the explanation, “she asked Mineta-san why were his genitals so small if he acts all big.”

“AH! IIDA-KUN! NOW ALL THE GIRLS KNOW!” Mineta spoke up.

I was smiling so smugly that I have established myself well with the boys that I didn’t care I was getting the attention. I go about my day, finishing my robo-dog coat for a fitting with Mimi and Jin, then I get hard knocks on my door.

“who is it?”

“Aoyama, Tokoyami and Midoriya”

“oh! uh come in” I say thinking what the hell they want.

“Hey Palma-san, I have some questions for my notes on you” Midoriya started.

“I came in to take a closer look at your stationary collection” Aoyama said taking a seat at my desk that’s mostly stationary.

“I just wanted to try something and hear the questions Midoriya was gonna ask” Tokoyami said nesting himself on my bed.

“ok ask away”

“Ok on your copy quirk, I see you can do double quirks but how do you control both?”

“Oh jeez um it might be because I was exposed to it at a young age and just taught myself how to summon one and then the other, then perfect them separately and finally mentally split my body to wield both at the same time. But it does take time so I don’t exhaust myself.”

“ok ok interesting” he said as he scribbled “which quirks have you copied that you have mastery in?”

“oof um... All elemental, metal manipulation, gaseous body, rampage, super speed, elasticity, erasure, electricity and transformation type quirks.”

“wait, erasure?”

“yeah, my mother and Mr. Aizawa have the same quirk. I got my telekinesis from her as well but hers is extremely powerful that she can teleport anything by just looking at it!”

“oh thats my next question! When you teleport, whats the extension?”

“I can teleport 2 miles at a time but only if I’ve been or passed that place before. I can teleport myself but if I want to teleport with something, It has to be pressed against my chest in order for it to come with me. I can teleport other items without traveling with it but the same rule applies.”

“I see, when you do close combat, I see that you use full body and don’t use quirks. Who taught you to do that?”

“Oh I know what you’re talking about, I learned that in some self defense classes my mother enrolled me in as a child but mostly from street rule fighting my siblings and I engage in daily. I hardly use my quirks when I do close range combat because I plan alot of my strategies as if my quirks were erased at some point of the fight, in turn I don’t depend on them.”

“Wow at a young age you self trained to be an excellent fighter! I wish I had siblings to spar with when I was younger.”

“NO YOU DON’T! We didn’t spar, we fist fought over bathroom time, slapped each other over the last slice of pizza, screamed hateful words when we get in trouble over shit we didn’t do. All that, everyday, since birth.”

The boys look at me like was telling them a war flashback.

“Ok so let me try something” spoke up Tokoyami “I want to see if you can copy my quirk and mutation.”

“I know I can also copy mutations but I haven’t copied one like yours and I’ve been meaning to ask you if I could try it but I get shy every time.”

Tokoyami blushed at my statement, then Aoyama stood up “Oh Midoriya, thats our cue to leave.” he said as he dragged Midoriya out my room and closed the door.

“That was weird but, may I?” I said as I put my hands up to cradle his face.

He stuck his head into my hands and looked at my face. I felt his feathers and how soft and well groomed they were. His beak was soft and warm, I couldn’t stop tracing it with my finger.

“Oh uh sorry I lingered on your face!” I said taking my hands away “you have soft feathers and your beak so warm, I wanted to muzzle up to it.”

Tokoyami blushed hard “uh thank you Palma-san!”

“hehe ok I’m going to try to activate the mutation first” I say before closing my eyes to focus. I feel the tingle on my face as it transformed. “did it work? how do I look?”

Tokoyami has his mouth open as he puts his hands on my face and feels it. “You look so adorable, like a song bird!”

I turn to look in my mirror and I gasp, I do look like a song bird. Like a black canary with a small, pinky toned beak. “Oh my goodness! I am adorable! we match now.”

“yeah, we do... but uh try to do the emitter part”

“oh right!” I snap out of it and closed my eyes again and felt a weak sensation rise to my chest. A rose colored mist came out from my chest that morphed into something similar like dark shadow. I couldn’t hold the form for very long and I burped hard, turning me back to normal. 

“are you alright?! can you breathe?”

“I’m ok but that took alot of my energy to summon that emitter” I say panting and sweating a bit.

“Here let me, muzzle you to make you feel better” as he brings his beak to my nose and muzzles me gently. When he pulled his face away, he saw my blushed expression and kissed my forehead.”There, feel better Palma-san?”

“um yea a whole lot better now.”

“Good! I’ll get out of your feathers now” as he turned to leave my room “lets spend the evening together if you aren’t busy after dinner time.”

I slink into my chair, oh boy he really likes me or I’m just saying that because I crave intimacy. I teleport to the intelligence dorms for the fitting, its too short on the legs but it’s fixable. Jin is still working on the AI and Mimi is designing the paws, teeth and eyes to be compatible with the functions we want. All on schedule. I teleport back to see that Iida was looking for me.

“There you are! Where did you sneak off to?”

“To the intelligence dorms, I was doing a coat fitting for my project.”

“I see, I was going to ask you if you wanted to try something with me”

“sure! what is it?”

“Lets go outside, I wanted to see how you were going to manifest my quirk”

Oh jeez, now that we’re living together EVERYONE wants to see how I copy quirks. But its not too bad, its all training to me. We get outside where the Baku-squad was training, they seemed happy that I was outside with them.

“ok, you ready Tenya?” I say lifting my hands up to touch his face. He takes my hands and puts them on his face, his eye contact was soft and different this time. Almost like he was going to speak his mind but held back for whatever reason. “Alright, I think I’m ready to activate your quirk.” He drops my hands and stands back as I close my eyes to focus. I felt my whole body tremble like a motor and the sting of something protruding out of my limbs and ribs.

“Ita! I’ve never seen that before!” Iida exclaimed.

“I feel so... heavy?” I say trying to feel my limbs. I produced a triple engine set, on my arms, ribcage and legs.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, I just feel heavy. I’m going to try to propel myself.” I start the pistons and despite feeling heavy, I dashed forward about 10 meters in 3 seconds.

“Be careful Ita! Don’t use that reciprocate for too long!” he yelled as he ran after me.

“Ok! uh lets see if I can jump.” I jump and my arm engine rocketed and balanced me in a prefect lateral jump.

“Ita! That was so graceful, just like how Tensei would do” he said inspecting the engines on my body “And such perfectly produced pistons! You’re so gifted, my family could never!”

I start to not feel well as my body started to tremble and sputter. I was over doing it for the initial activation and my body had enough. I drop to my knees and let out a painful groan as I doubled over. The pistons retracted back into my body and I was feeling lighter but weakened.

“Ita! Are you ok?! Do you need medical assistance?!” Iida said dropping down to my side. The Baku-squad ran over to see if I was alright.

“I’m in a bit of pain but I’ll be fine! I recover pretty quick, just lemme-”

“We saw what happened! Are you good Palma-san?” asked Mina.

“Give her some room to breathe! She’s struggling to breathe” demanded Iida “Somebody open the door so I can carry her inside.”

“oh what? noooo~ I’m fine! I swear!” I say quickly standing up “See?! I can walk just fine, just walkin’ it off like I always do!” as I take a few wobbly steps toward the door. Ha! I opened the door and think hell yea! Itati Palma, master of excuses! I get to the bathroom to see the damage, I have some big pockmarks where the pistons were and I was bruising up. I took the opportunity to take a quick shower and spend the rest of the day indoors. I get in my room and change into lounge wear and to brush out my hair, I get a text, it’s from my parents.

[Hola mija, como estas?]

[Hola! estoy bien, los extraño mucho!] 

[Nostros tambien mija, como es vida en los dormitorios?]

[Mas o menos, nadien sabe como compartir espacio]

[Sorry mami! aguantate! te amo mucho]

[Gracias, te amo mas!]

I get a knock at my door.

“who is it?”

“It’s the girls! come out to the shared space!”

“ok! I’ll come out in a bit.”

I finish braiding my hair and get my phone to head to the shared space. I get there and all the girls are just hanging out and I really don’t know if I want part of it.

“Palma-san! did you do that braid?!” asked Hagakure.

“Wow its so pretty and evenly done!” observed Uraraka.

“oh thank you, I did do this braid on myself.”

“If I bring my hair stuff out, will you braid mine?” asked Momo.

“sure! I’m not busy right now”

Momo and Mina scramble to get their stuff. I sit them between my legs to brush and braid the girl’s hair.

“Is this how it feels to have an older sister?” asked Jiro.

“HA! no~ at least in my experience.”

“What kind of sister are you Ita-san, kero?”

“I’m the dutiful sister, I help around the house and just in general act like a mother. Since I’m the middle child, life is a bit unfair because the older and younger ones get the most praise for doing almost nothing, I take it as I have to do the absolute best in anything so I can outshine my siblings.”

“What did you want to be when you grow up if you weren’t here?” asked Mina.

“Hmm, well, I was studying music since I’m apparently very musically gifted and love to perform. But if I had to choose a non-performance art career, It would be medicine, in the quirk sector.”

“Medicine? Like a doctor? for quirks?” mumbled the girls.

“Yea! I want to contribute to medicine with the help of my copy quirk to help people understand the constant flow of new and combined quirks/mutations without having to do too much work on the patient themselves. I could just copy, test out in lab, run possibilities of limitations and give the results back to the patient at a later time.”

“WOW a noble cause! Copy is a rare quirk and super useful in that field, so why join the intelligence if you could’ve stayed home to be a doctor?” asked Uraraka.

“Oh jeez, uhhh lets just say God had other plans for me. I don’t want to get into it right now.” I say as I finish braiding Momo’s hair.

“Hey who else is hungry?” asked Mina “I could really go for some home-cooking!”

“Oh Palma-san, do you know how to cook?” asked Hagakure.

“Of course I do! What do you guys want to cook? I can help.”

After a mini-debate we settled with stir fry, mainly because their wasn’t that much meat left to make anything else. I do the cooking part while Momo and Asui cut and prepare the ingredients, since I know how to cook for big family dinners. When all the girls saw how well I cooked everything and tasted it, they just had to invite all the boys to join us.

“It’s so yummy! I swear!” Uraraka said as she feeds Midoriya the noodles and meat.

“Palma-san cooked, you should’ve seen her work the big wok!” exclaimed Mina “cooking for a big family back home really came in handy here.”

“MMMH! this is delicious!” Kaminari said with his mouth full “what can’t you do Palma-san?!”

“Oh stop yall~ its a simple dish! I can make more complex dishes or even some dishes from my culture but we are actually running out of alot of things in the fridge and pantry.”

“Already? We’ve only been here for 2 days” said Shoji “are we going food shopping soon then?”

As everyone talked about who was going to do the shopping, Iida walks up to me in the kitchen as I clean up.

“The food was really good! thank you for dinner.”

“Oh you’re welcome!”

“Do you need any help cleaning up?”

“No I’m almost done, thank you though.”

“Oh, alright, um do you have plans after dinner?”

“Uhhhh oh! I do actually! Tokoyami wanted to spend some time with me, not sure what exactly.”

“oh...I see”

“Aww don’t give me that tone! We can spend quality time tomorrow! I like your company”

Iida gets flushed and notices that all the girls had their hair braided, “did you braid their hair?”

“yea, they saw mine and asked me to braid theirs” I said as I took off my apron “we had some nice conversation before we cooked dinner.”

The shopping debate was settled and everyone parted to do their thing, Tokoyami approached me.

“Palma-san, are you still available to spend time with me?”

“Yes, let me just do something real quick in my room.”

“alright, just knock on my door when you finish.”

I nod and teleport to my room, did he just say his door? It’s not like I’ll get in trouble or that I mind if things went there, but it’s a bit soon for that. I then remember the muzzle and forehead kiss, suddenly I have to wear my black satin pj set. I try not to take too much time or too much noise to prevent any unwanted attention. I levitate to his door and knock, he opens the door on the first knock.

“oh come in!”

“thanks, you opened the door suspiciously fast” I said as I sat on the rug on the floor.

“I’m just a bit shaken up from the 1st night were Aizawa busted me.”

“I remember that, ha I saw the whole thing from the bathtub near the sinks.”

“You saw?! Like, everything?” he nervously asked as he sat next to me.

“yea... and to be honest, it scared me a bit because I thought I was going to get seen”

“But the lights were dimmed and I didn’t see anybody or any water noise.”

I then explained what I did to prevent getting seen. The subject changed to life in America and how school was growing up. I talked about all the crime around the time I did my 1st year of high school, graciously omitting the big event that led me to my current situation. I didn’t want him to know, or anybody really even though it doesn’t matter. Since I got hailed as a hero in the whole situation, I feel like it’s false praise. I wasn’t trying to be the hero, the anti-hero system failed me and I was just trying to distract the leader so somebody else could step in and finish the job. In part of avoiding the subject, I showed him some pictures of my sweet little boy, Mr. Muffins.

“I didn’t think you were a dog person Palma-san”

“oh? why?”

“I don’t know, most girls like cats and from the way you pet dark shadow, I thought you had a cat back home.”

“no, I like animals but since my family is big and we lived in a house, we had dogs to guard and comfort us.”

“Do you miss Mr Muffins?”

“Everyday. He’s always so happy to see me when I come home from school, sticks by my side when I get sad or upset, he does this thing where he curls up on my foot when I sit at the table to do homework.” tears fall from my eyes, I didn’t even notice when I got teary “When I came over here and spent my days alone, I really needed his comfort. I know it sounds weird but he knows me and knows that I need somebody to be patient with me, to listen when I’m ready and let me know that I’m going to be ok.”

“Oh Palma-san, I didn’t mean to make you cry” he said wiping my tears “here, let me, comfort you.” He held me close and muzzled me gently. I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t like it or if it was unwanted. I really liked this closeness, he was touching me in a way that was borderline sensual, but I didn’t push him away. I let him run his hands over my back and hips as he pulled me closer. I started to run my hands on him too, just to see what he’d do. He kissed my neck and that suddenly made him realize what he’s done.

“I didn’t know you were into that Tokoyami.”

“Palma-san! I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me! forgive me I-”

“It’s ok! But I have to admit, I was really getting into this... closeness” I said putting my arms around his neck.

“Well, if you don’t have a problem with it” he said running his hand up my top “mind if we keep going? You feel so warm and nice to be held against. I won’t go too far and I won’t speak of what happens in here!”

“thats what I like to hear” I said tracing his beak “I HAVE to ask, how do you kiss with this beak?”

“Like this-” as he goes in for the kill. We didn’t kid ourselves with the gentleness anymore, things got hot and heavy. While we didn’t give into anything below the belt, we did move things to the bed, for comfort reasons. We talked and had make-out breaks in between until we both fell asleep in each other’s arms. I was the first one to wake up, I check the time and it’s 9:50am. I think well its not late but I should get up and teleport to my room and freshen up. Then there was a knock at the door, now Tokoyami was awake.

“Tokoyami? are you up?”

“uhh yea DON’T COME IN! I’m not decent”

“um ok, but have you seen Palma-san? She’s not in her room and her door is open. We’re getting worried.”

“Not since dinner. I’ll come out to help with the search.” 

We hear the person walk away, “I can’t believe you did that, thanks though” I said relieved.

“yea but what about you? Where are you going to go?”

“Don’t worry I’ll just teleport in commons room face down and come up with something.”

“Alright, good luck Palma-san!”

“please, after last night, you can definitely call me Ita”

Tokoyami puts on a shirt and runs out of his room as I hide near the closet. I wait 5 mins and teleport in as planned.

“oof I really gotta stop doing that”

“PALMA-SAN! YOU’RE ALIVE!” said everyone that was in the commons room.

“Psh! of course I’m alive! yall know I’m allowed to sneak out”

“But we got worried!” said Mina, hugging me.

“Yea! your door was half opened and Aoyama was the one that noticed because the hall started to smell like your bouquet of flowers.” explained Shoji “then he started asking us if we’ve seen you then we started searching for you.”

“well I’m here now! Thanks for worrying about me, yall are-”

“ARE THOSE HICKEYS?!” yelled Mineta “Palma-san, did you sneak out to see a boy?”

“what hickeys?” I said confused even though I damn well know I do have them.

“Right there! on neck and chest.” he said pointing and causing everyone to gather to the commons room “And you’re wearing satin night wear!”

Everyone was mumbling, fuck I better say something that diverts any attention to what actually happened.

“Ok Ok! I’ll admit! I did sneak out but it wasn’t to see a boy, things just sort of... lead there.”

“ooooh who was it? tell us!” coaxed Mina.

“You guys don’t know him! It was somebody’s friend from the East side hero school, he was so hot” I said playing it cool.

“Did you... and him...” said Kirishima doing the suggestive hand motions.

“Oh god no! We just got too rough with our little session. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to-” I saw that Iida ran in, fuck me right?!

“ITA WHAT HAPPENED?! YOU’RE HURT!” he said putting his hands on my shoulders “bruises and bite marks?! You poor thing, you were alone weren’t you?!”

“Um no they’re not-” he cut me short by putting his hoodie on me, I could smell the panic sweat on it. I guess he took off on foot to search for me.

 “Stop looking at her like that! She’s been through too much already. Come” he said grabbing my hand and lead me to the bathroom. I flash a look to Tokoyami and he mouthed back ‘sorry!’. We get to the bathroom and he takes a closer look at the ‘damage’. “Who did this to you? Who would dare!”

“They’re not fight related, it’s not a big deal!”

“Not a big deal?! Ita you’re clearly hurt!” he said putting a cold cloth on my hickeys “I feared the worst when Aoyama said your door was open, I checked your car and all over the block, I even knocked on the intelligence dorms to see if you were there or if Mimi and Jin saw you last night.”

“You were that worried about me? I’m....sorry” I said as I was starting to feel guilty about what I did the night before and how careless I was about closing my door to make everyone scared like that. Before I could say anything else he pulled me in for a hug.

“Don’t run off like that without telling any of us, we’re still recovering with what happened with Bakugo and we don’t want to lose another” he said trembling “I still haven’t spent the summer with you or carried out my promises to you. Now that you’re here, in my arms, nothing will hurt you! I won’t let them.” I start crying because that’s what my dad would tell me when I come home tear-stained and upset, I miss my dad. I miss my home. I miss my friends. We finish our emotional embrace and Bakugo walks in

“Did you tell him what those are?” he said looking at me “and did you tell her?” looking at Iida.

“I suddenly need to go to my room okthanksbye!” I said teleporting out.

“Wait what do you mean Bakugo?”

“urgh! open your eyes four eyes! she got hickeys and bite marks from making-out with some East-side dude at a party last night.”

Suddenly it all clicked in Iida’s head, that explains the placement and the provocative night wear.

“oh....”

“tch, looks like you didn’t speak up fast enough nerd. Now she’s kissing dudes from a lesser school.”

Meanwhile, I get to my room and change into leggings and t-shirt but one of the hickeys was still visible. I didn’t care now, I just wanted coffee. I walk to the kitchen and everyone has cleared out, except for Aizawa. I was internally screaming as to the impending questions he might ask me about the lies I told everyone.

“Rough morning?” he said looking at the peeking hickey.

“ugh tell me about it!” I said pouring myself a cup of coffee.

“Mind telling me the details?” he said taking a sip.

Deep breath in, sip “Ok so like, after dinner, Tokoyami and I were spending some time together and after going a little too far with the comforting, we just started to really get into the kissing. No sex nor taking off clothes, just a 4 hour kissing and talking session until we fell asleep. I woke up in his room, still fully clothed but by then everyone was already searching for me. To save face, Tokoyami said they didn’t see me last night and joined the search as I hid in the room. Then I teleported in the commons room, pretending I just came back from a party. When confronted with the hickeys, I made up something about being at said party with a random dude. Unforeseen to my calculations, Iida dragged me to the bathroom to look over the ‘damage’ and try to get the story out of me.”

“wow, another well thought out heist! Impressive, neither you or Tokoyami are in trouble. I just wanted to see if what Tokoyami told me was true, I couldn’t believe it.” Aizawa said pointing to the counter.

I turn to where he was pointing ,and there he was, Tokoyami peeking from behind.

“Sorry, I panicked” he said standing up.

“Didn’t think it would be with Tokoyami, no offense kid, but you could be with somebody better.” He said walking away.

I sat there blown away from the fucking roast Aizawa gave to Tokoyami. I love dorming. This whole thing didn’t stop me from doing the same thing later that night. Before teleporting into his room I get a knock on the door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s Tenya”

Oh jeez “come in!”

I was in the middle of undoing my braid and he walked in looking at me like I’m making a big mistake.

“again? you’re going to go see that boy again?”

“well, what if I am?!” I said fluffing up my hair “I’ve been craving that type of intimacy for months!”

“Is he your boyfriend now or something?” he asked with a hint of sadness.

“what? no! this is just physical and probably won’t last.” I said applying lip gloss “I don’t even know his name.”

“That doesn’t sound safe Ita” he said putting his hand on my resting hand “please, don’t go! If it’s intimacy you want, I can give it to you.”

“huh? no. Tenya, I’m not the girl you want. I party, sneak out, kiss boys I don’t know, I hate authority... I’m just a wild and free soul. You’re the type to be with your one true love and you change for them. Don’t waste you kisses on me, I’m not the one.”

“What if I do want to give you kisses!”

“Then do it! What’s stopping you?! Who’s stopping you?!”

“FINE! COME HERE!” He said pulling me in. Oh shit, this boy really aboutta do the thing. He has his hand on my lower back and the other holding my hand. He came in close for the kiss but then pulled away. “I can’t do it, my heart and mind aren’t agreeing with this.”

“I told you, now, can you leave? I need to meet up with him soon.”

Iida slowly leaves the room and closes the door behind him. He starts walking down to his room but then turns back to my room but by the time he opened the door, I was already gone. He angrily slams the door and seats himself in front of the door. I could hear everything, as I just teleported next door.  20 minutes into everything, theres a knock at Tokoyami’s door.

“fuck who is it?”

“Sorry to disrupt, it’s Iida”

We look at each other, fuck. “ok say let me put on pants and I’ll teleport to the girl’s side.”

“give me a second to put on pants”

“ok now you can come in”

“Oh I forget how dark your room is” Iida said taken back by the dim mood lights “but I have to tell you something that has been bothering me.”

“Oh sure Iida-kun, is it Ita-san?”

“yes! wait- did you just first name her?” Iida said catching Tokoyami’s casualness “since when?”

“Umm since we came back from camp” a bold faced lie but he did NOT want to ruin what he’s been doing with her so soon “well anyways whats on your mind?”

How everything played out is that Iida just said what he’s been saying about me, I teleported to the girls side and all they did was check me for new marks and if I was going to date this boy. I then teleported to the intelligence dorms because Tokoyami texted me saying that I shouldn’t come back to his room because Iida was going to sit in front of my room until I come back. So I crashed on their couch and played some beer pong. I teleported back to the commons room at around 8am, nobody is up yet. I go to my room and see a very knocked out Iida, I felt bad that he really stayed the whole night waiting to prove a point. Feeling pretty cucked by his actions, I levitated him to his room and tucked him into bed like last night’s argument didn’t happen. I took the opportunity to shower while everyone was still asleep. I came out of my room once I heard some people get up to start their day. I had my coffee and pretended last night with Iida didn’t happen and it was all just a weird dream. I didn’t feel like a terrible person, I just need to be left to my wildness at night.

-End Chapter 6-

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The House Keeper

So today is @prissyhalliwell birthday and everyone knows I’m trash for her so when she sent me a text about a House Guest remix where Belle is a genie... I was very cross with her because it’s a brilliant idea.

Luckily I contained myself to a one shot because we agreed to not go overboard for birthdays anymore (Pssh) and I know she likes to read stories at breakfast time so I’m publishing it early for her to wake up to.

Happiest of Birthdays dearest.

--

Nelson Gold was not a kind man. He was not a patient man or a particularly good looking one. He was simply a divorced father who owned a pawn shop in some small backwater town in northern Maine.

It was a rather lovely store if one liked that sort of thing. There were shelves of antiquities, furniture piled in heaps at the front of the narrow storefront before abruptly stopping just short of the glass cases which glittered like polished diamonds. Here were the real treasures, first editions of gothic novellas, vintage jewelry pawned back in the early century that were still patiently waiting for owners to return who had long since passed away, and coins so rare they were worth more than their weight in gold.

Now, this wasn’t always the case. In fact, two years ago, when Mr. Gold had arrived in Storybrooke, he had been a stranger, a Scotsman who had purchased the rundown store from the old proprietor with all its junk and debt to the amusement of the whole town. After all, who came to Storybrooke, Maine to run a pawn shop that no one shopped at to begin with?

No one dared ask the man himself. With his accented voice, heavy with sarcasm and a quiet wit that put people off, Mr. Gold made it clear fast that he did not want or need any friends, business partners or acquaintances. He wanted to be left alone.

For the first month or so, he got his wish.

Until one day while cleaning, he stumbled upon an odd lamp and his entire world changed.

--

Curled up with a good book, Belle did not even notice the hum of voices indicating someone had come into the shop. She had retreated here after lunch, full and sated to the point of drowsiness with her latest discovery. It wasn’t until she was tipped violently sideways that she even realized someone had picked her up at all.

“Hey, Gold,” a masculine voice boomed. “How much?”

Clapping her hands over her ears, Belle tried to stand upright, leveraging herself off the curved side of her home. Her pillows and cushions scattered around her feet and her book buried somewhere underneath it all. She stayed very quiet and very still, but her heart beat loudly in her chest lest the man holding her heard it. She made a quick run down through her mind of all the ways she could remove this person from the shop and the world entirely when another hand wrapped firmly around her home and gently lifted her away from the stranger.

“Sorry, Mr. Nottingham, I’m afraid this piece isn’t for sale.”

Belle relaxed as the heat from the palm of his hand warmed the lamp. She curled against the side and let her eyes flutter shut in contentment as he gently set her home down safely out of reach of the guests.

“How about this piece?” Gold offered, though his hand stayed securely wrapped around the base of her lamp. Belle placed a small hand where his shadow lay and let her eyes close in contentment as she listened to his voice barter and bargain.

When the shop bell dinged, Gold finally let go of the lamp. “You can come out now,” he said gruffly and in a burst of blue smoke, Belle materialized into the shop.

“Oh, thank you, Master!” she exclaimed as she threw her arms around him. He tensed, but Belle let herself linger just a moment or two longer before she let him gently pry her away. Her master did not like being touched nor did he particularly like being called master.

“You have to be more careful,” he admonished her though his tone was more worried than biting. He lifted her home up in his left hand. “What have I told you about leaving this out on the store floor?”

Belle shrugged guiltily, the bells on her bedlah chiming in the silence between them. “I was reading.”

He smiled crookedly at her but quickly schooled his features back to neutral. “Belle.”

She took a step forward without thinking. He smelled like the wind off the sea and inherently of something wild and feral, something she in the centuries she had been alive had never smelled and which never ceased to fascinate her. “Yes, Master?”

He liked his lips though they were not dry, and hurriedly shook his head. “You should...change,” he rasped as he averted his eyes.

Belle looked down at her bedlah, the golden gauzy fabric see through on her legs and arms and the thicker wrappings covered in filigrees of molten gold and diamonds. “Don’t you like it, Master?” she asked as she looked back up at him.

He cleared his throat as he gently handed her back her lamp. “You look lovely, Belle, it’s just...it’s winter outside and most people aren’t used to…” He gestured helplessly at her bedlah.

“Oh!” Belle brightened immediately. They had talked about this. While her master worried for her health, genies did not catch colds. However, they did attract a lot of attention and she had lost quite a few masters due to their flaunting their genie publicly. So, the whole of Storybrooke knew her as Belle French, the Gold’s live in housekeeper, and housekeepers didn’t dress in bedlahs. With another swirl of smoke, Belle changed into something more fitting. “There?” she exclaimed proudly. “How’s this?”

Straight out of an Instagram post she had seen the day before, she wore a tight mini skirt sewn with every color into a swirl of flowers and a simple white blouse that exposed her sternum. The post had been from someone out in California, a place she was desperate to go visit, so she had also paired it with thigh high suede boots for her master’s sake. He did worry so about the cold.

Gold made a strangled noise in the back of his throat. “That’s fine, Belle,” he said finally before turning and fleeing into the back of his apartment. She followed him. Gold collapsed into his desk chair, and Belle hopped up onto the desk which only heightened her master’s color.

She took his face firmly in her hand and peered down at him. “Why, master,” she murmured. “You're as red as a cherry!”

He clenched his eyes shut tight and moved slightly to the left as if rearranging himself to be more comfortable. Belle made soothing noises as she combed his hair back, completely unaware that at his angle he could see up her skirt and down her button up top.

“Poor master,” Belle whispered as she stroked his long greying hair. He leaned into the caress unintentionally, seeking the comfort of her touch. Though his eyes stayed close they relaxed in bliss as she murmured a language long forgotten into his ear.

Someone coughed politely and Gold exploded out of his seat like a coiled spring. He whirled to face the back of the shop, taking a step in front of Belle without thought, but Belle pushed past him to throw her arms around the newcomer in greeting. “Oh, Neal!” she exclaimed in delight. “How good it is to see you!”

Gold’s teenage son went the color of a tomato. The Gold gene for flushing red with embarrassment as strong as him as it was his father. Belle released him but took his hands in hers. “You’ve grown!”

Neal rolled his eyes over her head at his father who was relaxing his death grip on his cane. “I’ve been gone two months, Belle,” Neal said with a teenager’s grace of sounding both pleased and disgusted by the attention.

“Two months is a long time,” Belle told him seriously as she fiddled with the broken zipper of his hoodie.

“Says the centuries old genie.”

“I didn’t realize you were coming home,” Gold said as he came over to greet his son properly. “Didn’t you have a date this weekend?”

Neal coughed. “Uh, yea, about that…”

Belle clapped her hands as her eyes went wide with the possibilities. “A date!”

Neal shot his father a betrayed look. “Belle,” he said gently. “It’s just a date. No need to get fancy.”

It was too late. “Perhaps an evening in Paris?” she suggested. “No, too overdone. Now, Venice is too cold this time of year, maybe something more tropical?” She clicked her finger, warming to this idea. “New Zealand!”

“Belle,” Neal laughed as he recaptured her hands in his. “I think a hot chocolate at Granny’s and a movie at the Camelot Multiplex will be fine.”

His father gave him a questioning look. “You brought this girl home to Storybrooke?”

Neal had the grace to look slightly apologetic. “Uh…”

“It’s Emma!” Belle crowed as she clapped her hands together in excitement. “Oh, this is wonderful!”

Neal went the color of a tomato again as his father sighed. “Neal… the girl is still a senior.”

“She’s eighteen,” Belle reminded her master with a jab at his chest. “Old enough to know her mind and such a lovely girl!”

Not a fan of Emma Nolan or her parents, Gold grumbled something under his breath and his son darkened. Belle hurried to intervene. “Now, Neal, you’ll have to tell us all about college. I’ve never been but I remember when my old master back in Baghdad-”

“Uh, the date’s tonight actually,” Neal mumbled under his breath. “I was going to see...if I could maybe get some flowers? I forgot to get some before I left Boston and...”

With a wink and a small burst of blue smoke, Blue thrust a bundle of birds of paradise at him. Neal took one look at the tropical flowers and their heady exotic scent and winced. “Belle, maybe something a little more in season?”

With a tsk, Belle winked and the flowers shrank into a small but sweet nest of cosmos. Gold peered at them in interest. “The birth flower of October,” he said casually before Neal could say anything. “Lovely choice.”

“Perfect!” Neal quipped, leaning in to press a quick kiss on her cheek. “Thanks Belle.”

She twisted her lips at him. “You sure you don’t want to go to New Zealand?”

He exchanged one of those odd looks with his father before nodding. “Positive. I’ll be home later.”

“Midnight,” his father said without skipping a beat.

“Papa!”

“The young lady will have a curfew earlier than that, I assure you,” Gold said with a pointed tone. “You best get going if you want to spend more than a few hours with her.”

Neal took the advice. He pressed another kiss to Belle’s cheek, nodded formally at his father and rushed out the door. Her master shook his head ruefully. “Dressed like a vagabond,” he sighed. He gave a small glance out of the corner of his eye to her. “Do you think you might…”

Her master so rarely asked for anything, Belle took pleasure in the request. There was a startled yelp from the back alley as Neal’s usual hoodie and t-shirt transformed into something a little more fitting a first date. When Neal did not materialize back in the shop to demand her to change his outfit back, both of them relaxed.

“Dinner?” Belle suggested cheerfully.

Her master nodded. “Let me go and lock up,” he said but Belle winked before he could take a step. The whirl of noise from the front of the shop signalled the door had been locked, sign flipped, money counted out and the shades drawn for the night. He shot her an exasperated fond look. “You don’t have to be so accommodating,” he assured her. “I’m still capable of closing my own shop.”

“You didn’t eat lunch and you’re dead on your feet,” Belle pointed out. “You won’t let me do a thing for you. If any of my sisters knew, they’d laugh themselves to death!”

“Belle, we’ve been over this. You are not really my maid,” Gold said softly, and in the dimming light of the setting sun here in the backroom, his eyes were dark but gentle.

Hypnotized, Belle leaned in a little closer to him. “No, I’m your genie, Master.”

He shook his head as if the spell was broken but Belle reached out to grab his hand. He stilled and looked back at her with his mouth parted as if words words might spill out.

In all her centuries, in all the places she had lived and all the people she had met, she had never known any quite like Nelson Gold. From the first moment he had rubbed her lamp while cleaning the rust off it, he had been utterly at a loss with what to do with her. A stark comparison to how he lived the rest of his life. With his three piece suits and polished cane, Nelson Gold lived his life to a certain set of principles from which he did not waver.

Neal had been nearly twelve when she had awaken from the lamp, and had he not been there when his father had summoned her, Belle may have very well found herself back in her lamp and tossed down a well. Luckily over the years, her master had warmed to her, though he rarely requested more of her than a simple wish here and there, concentrating more of his time on keeping her out of trouble.

“Belle, are you...are you happy here...with me?”

At the moment, the shop was dark and the smells of furniture polish and old paper mingled with the dust mites that danced in the last of the light. Somewhere, her sisters were serving masters in mansions, giving them all they wanted and more and using their magic to make their masters the most powerful, the strongest, the richest among the masters and here she was in Storybrooke, all but forgotten, living with a simple pawnbroker and his son.

Belle leaned into brush a kiss over the stubble on his cheek. He was an older man, gone gray and already slightly lined with his cares and his worries that he held so gracefully on his slight shoulders. Belle had loved him nearly from the moment she had appeared in the small pawn shop and his eyes had grown wide as his son’s with astonishment and wonder.

“Can’t you tell, Master?” she replied.

“Nelson,” he murmured as his hand caught her own where it lay against his cheek. “Please.”

“Nelson,” she conceded, and the intimacy of his name on her lips sent a shiver down her spine.

“You’re cold,” he said with a frown and before she could stop him, he threw a spare jacket over her shoulders. “Let’s go home,” he said with a nod to the door. His Cadillac would be warm when they arrived, as she made sure to start it before she looped her arm around his and headed out the back door.

“Do you think Neal would like pancakes tomorrow morning?” Belle asked as Gold locked the pawn shop back door behind them. “Or a proper brunch? I saw some delicious quiche dish I could whip up.”

His smile tugged the left corner of his mouth. “He’ll love whatever you serve him. If I know Neal, he’s not eating right up there in those dorms.”

“Oh, he’s eating just fine,” Belle said with a wink. “I’ve been sending him care packages.” Gold opened the door for her and the burst of heat colored his cheeks as the cold northern wind blew across from the docks. She sent a quick burst of magic to start the fire at the house and double seal all the windows. His house was old and drafty and she didn’t need either of her men to get a cold on her watch.

As always, the mention of Neal made Gold talkative on the way home. His small smile stayed firmly in place all through dinner and he even let Belle talk him into sitting with her to watch a movie despite his jaw cracking in yawns.

She chose a movie at random from the great list of movies Neal provided her and settled back with gleeful anticipation. Movies were still new to her, it had been something her and Neal had bonded over and when he had left for college, his father had reluctantly taken up the banner.

“Do you think they’re having a good time?” Belle asked, halfway through the movie.

Gold arched a brow at the couple on screen who were locked in a tight embrace, their clothes shedding at an increasing speed. “If I had to wager a guess, I’d say so.”

“No, Neal and Emma,” Belle said as she hit pause on the movie. Gold shifted slightly again, as he turned to face her on the couch. “Should I check in on them?”

Gold thought about it for a moment but finally shook his head. “Neal knows what he’s doing,” he conceded with a sigh. “If the Nolans didn’t call here yet, I think we’re fine.”

Belle nodded absently. Mary Margaret and David Nolan were just much younger than Gold and despite Neal and Emma’s long friendship, the parents didn’t have much in common with each other.  Belle had met them occasionally in her disguise as the Gold’s live in housekeeper, and while good people, the Nolans had a bit of a seniority complex over the single father that galled her.

“He’s fine,” Gold said and he covered her hand where it lay on the couch between them with his own. Her skin warmed rapidly at the casual touch. She smiled sideways at him but couldn’t quite shake the nagging feeling in her chest. “Belle…” Gold said firmly, her name rumbling in his chest. “What is it?”

“What’s a date like?”

His eyes widened but he did not take his hand away. “You’ve never been on a date?”

She shook her head. “Genies don’t go on dates,” she said softly as she grabbed her cellphone. With a few touches, she pulled up her Instagram feed, images splending in color, presentation and splendor and pointed at the top photo.

Gold leaned into peer at it. “Date night with the hubby. So blessed...XOXO?”

“It seems fun,” Belle said quietly as she pulled the phone back into her lap. She flicked through a few of the pictures she had saved, treasured photos of happy couples smiling at each other, hands clasped, foreheads touching…

“Well,” Gold floundered before finding his voice. “A date can be as simple as milkshakes at Granny’s and a movie too...well a dinner at a four star restaurant and a night at the opera or a picnic in the park or a walk on the beach.”

Belle held up another photo of a couple curled in bed. The caption read STAYCATION DATE and the sheets were rumpled in suggestion through the couple curled around each other innocently enough.

“That’s uh,” he coughed, “a more established couple. Married people go on dates too. Or they stay in and...watch movies and eat dinner together. It’s just about spending time with each other...being in the moment with one another”

“You went on dates when you were married?” Belle asked and immediately knew she shouldn’t have. Her master hated discussing his past and Neal’s mother was always off limits.

Before she could apologize or freeze Gold in place long enough to disappear back into her bottle, he shook his head. “I wasn’t a very good husband, Belle,” he said softly. “Or not the husband she needed. I thought love was expressed in taking care of her and Neal, not in showering her with gifts and attention.”

Belle had a brief memory of her last master, a miserly man who wished for all the riches in the world until he had died alone in splendid palace with only her by his side. Her own lamp had been shuffled into the mix and auctioned off until it had ended up in Storybrooke, Maine off all places. She turned her palm up under Gold’s to intertwine her fingers in his. “I think taking care of people is a wonderful way to love them,” she said quietly.

Gold’s eyes flickered in the firelight and he leaned forward so slightly, Belle did not realize she had too until his breath tickled her face. “Are you happy here, Belle?” he repeated. “Now that Neal’s gone off to college...just here with me...don’t you want  to go see the world?”

Her hair had fallen out of her makeshift messy bun and it spilled down over her shoulders as she shook her head. “I like it here with you,” she replied honestly. Though her desire to see the world was great, and she knew deep in her heart, she would never get a master so kind as to offer her the world again, she did not dare spend a moment away from Nelson Gold. Humans lived such a short time…

He nodded slowly, and his nose brushed against hers. “You have a home here for as long as you want,” he assured her quietly and his hand tightened where it held her own. “You’re part of this family, Belle. Promise me though...if you ever want anything, you’ll ask?”

It was her turn to nod and if her head twisted ever so slightly to the right, he didn’t notice. His eyes stayed on her own as if searching for the truth there.

“I promise,” she said after a long moment and satisfied he leaned his forehead against hers before pulling away to retreat to hs side of the couch. He pressed play and the movie continued but Belle barely heard it.

After all, according to him, some dates were simple as watching movies together and besides, he was still holding her hand.

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Chose the name Nelson in honor of I Dream of Genie’s Major Tony Nelson and a lot of this story was inspired by that show because I love that series. 

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Manscaping has evolved into a cultural phenomenon and body hair trimmers are becoming the essential tool modern men look to make part of their grooming repertoire. Be it our pits or pubes, we’re all growing tired of the excessive fur our bodies produce. Hence why we’re seeking more practical and safer options to flaunt our hairless, non-sticky, and odor-free physiques. And there are no better tools than a body hair trimmer to get the job done.

The 40-Year Old Virgin taught us the brutally painful side of body waxing. Then there are laser hair removal treatments, which can bleed out your wallet faster than an alimony check. Your smartest and most cost-efficient move is to invest in one of these electronic body groomers. So when shopping for one, consider these deal-breakers:

Accessories: To accommodate shaving every form of body hair, fancy a trimmer with several comb attachments. You might even luck out and score some cool extras like cleaning oil or a micro-brush for blade maintenance.

Blade quality: Hypoallergenic foil and stainless rounded blades are proven to give the cleanest and smoothest shaves. Make sure one or the other is present before adding a body hair trimmer to your shopping cart.

Cord vs. cordless: At-home manscapers get more bang for their buck from a wired trimmer, while on-the-go groomists benefit more from cutting the cord.

Hair length settings: The entire male population doesn’t share the same hair profile. Any trimmer with built-in options to manage distinctive body threads works to your benefit.

Overall design: So many factors fall into this category. Favor means such as durable casing, full-charge completion, flexible heads, retractable handles, and wet/dry use.

Warranty: Most manufacturers present anywhere between three months to one-year warranties. Obviously, the best buy is the one offering the longest insurance policy.

Seems a little more intricate than shopping for a hair clipper per say. So let’s get you familiar with the tools of the trade. Achieve the optimal inch by investing in the best body hair trimmers on the grooming block.

But First, Know Your Target Zones

Body hair trimmers aren’t machines built for one task. Versatility is what you need and these all-around groomers make certain you leave most of the body looking and feeling less hairy. Hair follicles grow just about every inch of the body. And with genetics dictating how much of it we grow, and where, it’s on you to determine where to start trimming. Start by studying these major hotspots:

Arms: Shaving your arms is a body hair don’t. Trimming on the other hand is acceptable, but cutting all the way down isn’t necessary for shorter arm hair will barely show itself.

Back and shoulders: It’s cliché  to say hair in either area is gross. An adjustable trimmer with a long handle can rid you of all aggravated fuzz.

Balls: Practice patience and precaution, for most blood-related accidents down there occur when exercising grooming tactics. Keep it taught and use the attachments to trim as short as possible without mowing over your scrotum.

Chest: Depending on volume, you won’t win any style points. Go against the grain and be sure to move all the way down.

Ears and nose: Two of the most annoying areas to tackle, utilize the mini-attachments bundled with your trimmer to eliminate pesky hairs sticking out in awkward spots.

Legs: Doesn’t hurt to keep some on here, though if desired, a little buzz helps eliminate fluff. 

Underarms: Most men prefer to keep some hair underneath there. So trim to a length that’s slightly less than other areas for it just looks more masculine.

The post-trim routine should be no different than what’s done when you shave. You’ll want to hydrate the body with aftershave—preferably a balm for its cooling properties—to calm redness or irritation and nourish skin. Now meet the market"s top body groomers. 

Choose Your Weapon

Philips Norelco Bodygroom 7100

Amazon reviews will say nothing compares to the Bodygroom 7100. However, it’s expert reviews that keeps it atop of the throne. Philips designed this exclusively for men, mandating full-on manscaping with a 3D pivoting head that contours across the entire body and dual-sided blades infused with premium foil to capture loose hair without damaging skin. Select from five built-in length options to tackle everything from curly chest hairs to your bird"s nest. The built-in trimming comb is a sweet bonus proficient enough to shear through thick patches effortlessly. Overall, it’s a head-to-toe body styler that has won over consumers by a massive margin and worthy of occupying space in any grooming cabinet. $59.95 at Amazon.com

Mangroomer Lithium Max Body Groomer 

Mangroomer has climbed up the grooming ranks these past three years by carving a niche in the manscaping sector with its unique line of multifaceted trimmers. Its latest model is living proof of the brand’s intuitive craftsmanship introducing a 2-in-1 solution that balances great performance with even better battery life. The new lithium max battery earns up to 3x the juice, whereas the integrated Power Burst button fuels the blades to cut extra thick hair in one pass-through. Play around with any of the 7 settings to fix a desired length, getting even as close to 1/16 of an inch per trim. $69.99 at Amazon.com

Philips Norelco Multigroom 7500

It’s well-noted foil electric razors can get stubble down to smooth skin. Well, here is dynamic trimmer primped for the task, supporting full-body styling with a plethora of features that includes 46 integrated length settings, four attachments, and four combs. Skin-friendly rounded tips ensure gentle skin contact, where as the hypoallergenic foil head delivers sanitary protection. Boosting its appeal are some  micro-attachments to groom ear, nose, and eyebrow hair. Lucky for us it also doubles as a hair and beard clipper. Complete your overall look by digging into the packaging to uncover the detailing comb, tidying up sideburns during the trimming process. $49.47 at Amazon.com

Wahl Beard And Body Trimmer

Lumbersexuals desire something to tame overall body wool, while having the luxury of shaping their beard. This combo trimmer fits the profile as Wahl mates dual foils with a bi-directional long hair cutter bar to balance the cutting experience across the entire body. Oh yea, not to mention 12 extra comb attachments to cut all hair volume. Battery life proves to be its greatest feature with a three-hour cordless running time that’s substantially longer than what’s normally found on most electric trimmers. Rinseable heads add ease to the cleaning process. $30.95 at Amazon.com

Panasonic All-In-One Trimmer

Sharpened with 45-degree stainless steel blades, Panasonic’s mechanical clipper is capable of clean and efficient trimming that leaves skin uniformly smooth. An ergonomic design highlighted by a durable rubberized grip gives you full command and poise so to prevent hack jobs on sensitive spots. Operate the quick-adjust dial and select from 39 settings—0.5mm to 20mm—to not only personalize trim length, but detail and sculpt your own style. Washing the trimmer is just as accommodating with a simple rinse underneath the sink purging the blades of lingering whiskers. $89.99 at Amazon.com

Braun MG5090

Body groomer. Facial styler. Head trimmer. The MG5090 is a portable gem that does it all with three attachments bringing adaptability to every shave. An extra wide shaver head extends the shaving surface to snatch more hair strands in fewer strokes. Packaging also includes adjustable combs that let you choose from four beard lengths: 0.5-6cm. So even the burliest of facial groomers can warrant themselves a nice buzz cut. Use the twistable trimmer to handle beard contours and define sideburns in the most detailed fashion. Throwing it on the charging stand for five minutes draw enough power for a single treatment thanks to quick charge capabilities. An hour on the dock earns an hour of use. $47.00 at Amazon.com

Mangroomer Ultimate Pro Back Shaver

Two shaving heads paired with a quick-charge battery system and suitably adjustable/lockable handle that expands open to 135 degrees — this retractable body groomer offers virtues that supersede its budget-friendly value. The waterproof design and Shock Absorber Multi-Functional Flex Neck remain intact. Each head comes designed for comfort and closeness, easily contouring to every angle on the body. Other trademark features such as the Power Burst button provides an extra boost of power to plow through coarse areas. Still, its biggest selling point remains the Extreme Reach extendable handle lock that goes the distance by stretching across your entire back, as well as all other hard-to-reach areas. Think between your tail. No other model makes shaving your back this seamless. $49.71 at Amazon.com

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