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Kestral did not recognize the boy. His primary assumption was that Oberon had stolen another human man to keep him company, a newcomer from these modern times when humanity had gotten so much softer. But he was so young. The very idea made Kestral angry - at the very least, he assured himself that this young man was far from the faerie king's type.

It seemed that he would have to sort this situation out later. He had not sensed the magic in this boy initially, but now he certainly felt it, that fury flowing from his scrawny body like storm brewing over his head.

Over a cow? Kestral was sure that meat was still eaten in the human world, even if the faeries themselves leaned more towards vegetarianism ( at least, the ones Kestral was familiar with ). Perhaps this boy had simply never killed his food with his own hands before. Or perhaps, this was the reaction Kestral should've expected, when he decided to feed off of creatures as beautiful, gentle, and holy as the faerie cows.

"Calm down, boy. I don't want to hurt you," Kestral said, even as he reached down to yank his knife from the cow's stomach. Blood oozed out, and the gory sight likely did nothing to improve the child's mood. "You should save all of that power for a battle worth fighting."

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“I’m suddenly struck with the overwhelming need to crawl back into bed.” (AuthenticStilinski to Niamh, having changed back after the pack comes looking for the fox in Niamh's handbag) 

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They were quite insistent, and kinda dense. For the entire day she had walked around with her new little ‘puppy’ in her bag. Roofus as he was now called. After having gone into a grocery shop a couple of young men showed an unusual interest in her fox. She had found him in her barn, even har dogs liked it. A little bit uncommon but a welcome thing nonetheless. He was great company.

The young men obsessing with her fox, not so much. She wasn’t even certain how they managed to find her, and keep finding her all day. By then she was strongly considering calling the police. So much so she had whipped out her phone and was screaming at them.

“- Leave me alone ye triflin’ pricks. Yer bein’ all sorta creepers! I’m callin’ the fuzz , yer not taking my fox!”

And they were being very creepy. They had tried to actually steal her bag earlier. They had failed miserably. The one with the dark eyes and hair had tried to yank it off her, but as she held back, he needed up tripping and falling on his butt at the store.

She put down the bag, grabbed a hold of her phone. She was ready to throw down some fists if needed. All whilst trying to tap on the phone to call. Technology had a bad habit of breaking around her. It was the phasing ability that sometimes broke electric currencies. 

Then...

“I’m suddenly struck with the overwhelming need to crawl back into bed.”

Niamh didn’t recognize the voice, but jumped back. It came from right behind her. It was her fox. It was.....turning, into a human? Niamh became speechless. A kitsune? there? In beacon falls. What even......

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@authenticbilinski  liked a SC.

Fingers pressed into his eyes, he groans. The dungeons might not be the homeliest place in the school - at least, not this far down - the Hufflepuff common room was in fact usually warm and welcoming - but he needs an escape. The Triwizard Tournament was meant to be fun but it was almost immediately soured and his own emotions are not exactly easy to analyze - and coming to find a crowd of students wearing badges emblazoned with ‘Potter Stinks’ didn’t exactly help.

Hearing the footsteps of someone approaching he doesn’t even lift his head. “Please, don’t. I’m not in the mood.” 

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Sebastian had been living in this apartment for less than a month. It was easier for him than staying at the Institute - less people looking over his shoulder all the time. There was also a lot less pressure; mundanes didn’t look at him with pity in their eyes whenever he walked by. 

This mundane in particular definitely had something else in his eyes whenever he saw Sebastian. He always wound up being flustered and stuttery when Sebastian encountered him in the hallway, and honestly, it was refreshing and a little bit charming. Sebastian didn’t even know this guy’s name, but their interactions had quickly turned into his favorite. 

Today had been a long one. Sebastian was exhausted and a little bit dirty from hunting demons all day long, and was looking forward to a shower and a nap. That plan was sidetracked, however. He heard the frustrated mumbling before he saw his neighbor, and it quickly became clear that he’d been locked out. 

Sebastian headed over, looking thoroughly amused. “What happened here?” 

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(From AuthenticBilinski) This absolutely sounds like something Stiles and bear would do: ❁ grandma bear's beach house...

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It wasn’t something they really needed talking into. Watching Grandma’s house for a week. Her house was a large wooden house, victorian by build. Ancient, much like her. Painted in a bright yellow colour and perched neatly atop of a hill that gave a grand view of the alley below, and the small patch that led down to the ocean on the other side. In summer, lush foliage was everywhere. The tall old oak trees stood steady as they always had, and wildflowers were blooming. The only patch kept truly clear from nature was the garden itself, which was clearly being taken care of. Shrubberies containing berries were in the back, and apple-trees were soon to bear fruit.

As they arrived, Stiles, Arthur, Liam, Scott and Grayson. She was delighted to see them.

“-Nana!” Arthur shrieked. Seeming like a little kid again and, not caring much about the though boy image, ran straight up to her for a big hug.

“-My darlings! Oh you brought your friends, how lovely. Have you ever been by the ocean my dearies?” she was clearly past 70, and had grey long hair in a braid down her shoulder. A floral dress and a pair of wellies on. Though she took time to greet and give them all a handshake.

“-Now, now, I know my babies here are a bit special, and so I hear are you …”

Giving the rest of them a knowing look.

“-We have a good place for you in the basement really should you need it. I know the full moon is coming soon and all, so I do ask you to be careful. “ she leaned shortly on Grayson, and pinched his cheek. “His grandpa was just like him….!”

“-This is my nana, Edith..McMahon”

“-Knezevic McMahon…” she added “my maiden name. Anyhow, Harry ought to be here to pick me up soon.”

“-Do you care to tell us about your new boyfriend?” Arthur teased. Their grandfather had been gone for a good 8 years, it was good to see her so sprucely and happy again.

They didn’t really have to ask, because one second later they heard a horn honk. As they all turned to look it was a man on a motorcycle. A pretty solid harley, and a sidewagon. Grandma Edith snatched a leather jacket from a garden-chair nearby and threw it on. Picking up a small bag, her phone from a nearby table, and happily went to greet her new lover.

A man her age, on a motorcycle.

“-Grayson and Arthur knows where everything is! Do call me if you can’t find something you need, and do try not to break anything…!” With that she jumped in. Harry waved and said a simple hi before they drove off, leaving the group left in a cloud of dust.

“…..Did that just happen?” Grayson looked to Arthur whom looked equally as befuddled as him.

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Sirius nods, sagely, as if he - The King of Pranks - was about to impart some exceptional wisdom. He kept it to himself, however. Because although Stiles was not wearing the school uniform - he was even more identifiable for it - and Sirius was not about to offer his secrets to a Slytherin. A prankster in arms, or not.

“Uh, same, basically. Give or take a few details.” But what he had done to Snivellus was a little more radical than making him puke slugs (at least, this time. The slugs thing had been done before) as Remus had made clear not a few hours before. Although he sincerely doubted that Snape would be bothering the Marauders again any time soon. 

“Sounds like they deserved it though. Good on you for it, I say.” 

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[Show a little skin meme] ❁ - Wearing a top that’s too big for them, showing off their collarbone / shoulders (from Stiles to Grayson CUZ CAN U IMAGINE WEARING BEAR'S SWEATER XDDD)

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Stiles was an oddball. Perhaps that was why Grayson so blindly accepted his friendship, without much questions asked beforehand. Could you even call it friendship? was it more of a …..acquaintance thing? Honestly he didn’t even understand social codes sometimes.

Either way. Stiles clothing was in the washer and meanwhile he would just have to make due with Grayson’s clothing. They were, a little big. He was taller, a bit more muscular, and he did prefer work-out clothing that wasn’t entirely skin tight, so….it was far too big for Stiles.  

The sweater kept on slipping off Stiles’ shoulder. Grayson didn’t mind, but it was unnecessarily distracting. Inwardly he reprimanded himself for not having offered him something else, but in all honesty, it was spring and the strangest things could start to give him ideas. Even something as innocent as neck, collarbones and shoulders. In fact, Stiles looked awfully delicate.

Just as the thought struck him, he reprimanded himself. This was no way to think of people he barely known for a month.

“- Yeah, so, that doesn’t fit well, I’ll ….see if I find something else.”