sterek sport AUs: Ice hockey
Derek Hale, a center in Philadelphia Flyers, and Stiles Stilinski, a defenceman in Pittsburgh Penguins, have to overcome the deep-rooted quarrel between their teams as well as their personal feud, caused by Derek checking Stiles into the boards during a game. The incident cost Stiles a torn ligament in his knee and being out for the rest of the season. Now when they’ve both been chosen to represent USA at the Olympics they need to bury the hatchet in order to lead team USA to the Olympic Gold.
The downfall of Voldemort, such a source of jubilation to the rest of the wizarding community, marked the beginning of a long stretch of loneliness and unhappiness for Remus. He had lost his three close friends and, with the Order disbanded, his previous comrades returned to busy lives with families. His mother was now dead, and while Lyall, his father, was always delighted to see his son, Remus refused to endanger his father’s peaceful existence by returning to live with him. Remus now lived a hand-to-mouth existence, taking jobs that were far below his level of ability, always knowing that he would have to leave them before his pattern of growing sick once a month at the full moon was noticed by his workmates. - Pottermore
i see the signs now all the time that you’re not dead, you’re sleeping
i believe in anything that brings you back home to me
friendly reminder that you too are lovely and i hope you have a wonderful week *cuddles* (/w\)
i’ve spent the last few hours going through my ff.net account and it’s like a whole can of embarrassment being opened again omg
Stiles is sent to Eichen House after suffering a psychotic break. When he’s finally aloud home, everyone treats him as if they’re walking on egg shells. Everyone apart from Peter that is.
Imagine if Sirius could have raised Harry and when he sent a howler to him in his second year for driving the car to school.
"I’M NOT EVEN MAD, I’M ACTUALLY IMPRESSED. MERLIN’S BLOODY BALLS I’M PROUD."
And Remus in the background “SIRIUS NO.”
A shuttered sigh escapes a frown marred mouth, as a tired head rests against a well used pillow. The house is unnaturally quiet unlike the nightmare fueled energy of nights past.
"Have I done wrong by him?" Asks a whisper rough voice.
But as always, the pretty face frozen within the photo frame just smiles happily, no words of comfort.
"I wish you were here. You would know what to do for him," states a voice cracking with emotion.
He sighs, his eyes closing as his hand stretches to the opposite of the bed; a side that has been empty of the warm body he craves to have back.
requested by shadowstiles