#madcapromantic

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HEY, BITCHES

Guess who updated after [checks watchless wrist] uhhh, two and a half years?! Me! I did!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Laura Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd Additional Tags: FBI Agent Derek Hale, FBI Intern Stiles Stilinski, Werewolf Derek Hale, Derek Hale is Bad at Feelings, Big Reveal, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Top Derek Hale, Bottom Stiles Stilinski, minor obsession issues, is that a thing?, Well it is now, Minor Violence, Slight Age Difference, AU, Alternate Universe, Happy Endling Summary:

Derek Hale works for the FBI. Intern Stiles Stilinski has moved departments twice, neither at his own request, and Derek is dreading dealing with him.

That is, until he gets a whiff of the kid...

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@madcapromantic: -whispers- I'm writing omega!Cas fic now, and you pretty much inspired it

!! I want to hear more about this! I love omega!Cas ♥♥

(Sorry that I can’t reply properly with this stupid tumblr update, so I try to copy paste stuff)

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you said you were still working on wolf king bows. can we get a wip blurb or smn? and sorry you hurt your hand can i ask what happened?

Oh, yeah, my hand? Ready for the dumbest story you've ever heard? So, there I was sewing, right?... and that's it. That's the story. Apparently I crafted so hard that I messed up my hand. It's not carpal tunnel, and the specialist I saw was flummoxed. I lost all strength in my dominant hand, and have to wear a brace most days of the week.

Also, uh, yeah, since you asked so nicely, here's some of the new chapter (proof I ain't lying!)

To Whom The Wolf King Bows, Chapter 15 preview:

Time moves strangely for Stiles. It's as if everything has been slowed down tenfold, as though every moment has been stretched wide and thin. He likens it to when he was younger and, during the rainy season, would hold his breath when his eyes caught the strike of lightning, waiting eagerly for the rolling clap of thunder.

He remembers Derek cutting a piece of cloth into a square, setting the unicorn's stone into the center of it and fixing the cloth closed with a length of leather cord he then hung around Stiles' neck. He remembers that, by the time they’d packed up their bedrolls, rosy-fingered dawn had begun to creep over the treetops of the forest, lighting the sky with orange and pink and yellow. He remembers Erica and Derek shifting back to their wolf forms - walking toward the underbrush one moment, and trotting out, furry and on all fours, the next - then climbing atop the king’s back once more.

But for all that time seems to slow, it abruptly catches up to him, the ring of thunder rumbling through so deeply he can feel it shake him down to the marrow. Stiles takes a breath, blinks, and everything rushes toward him like rain to the ground. As they run up a low hill, Erica, just a little ahead of them, throws her head back and howls. Derek quickly follows suit, the noise emanating from beneath Stiles’ body with a deep rumble. He’d laugh, if the wind wasn’t whipping his face, given their speed.

And, despite the noise of the wind rushing past his ears, he hears something in the distance; a quiet, echoing, answering howl.

Erica howls again, and, to Stiles’ complete surprise, their speed picks up. His grip on Derek tightens, and while he wants to press his face into the king’s soft fur, the sight that greets them as they crest the top of the hill almost steals the very breath from his lungs.

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I finished rereading “To Whom The Wolf King Bows” (again), and I honestly had the intention of commenting on every chapter, but it’s such a masterpiece of a fic that some chapters I just couldn’t contain myself and went directly to the next chapter … maybe I’ll finally have the restrain for it when rereading it another time, because you definitely deserve all the comments for gifting us such a breathtaking, beautiful and amazing fic <3

TWO THINGS:

1) Come here. I am very short, so you will have to bend down so I can smooch'cha on the forehead MUWAH. Seriously, your words are too kind! ❤️🩷❤️🩷

2) Maaaybe, uhhh, maybe keep an eye on your email notifs in the next few days/weeks, if you're subscribed for updates 😉🤫

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I really don’t want to annoy you, but I’m just too curious to not ask… is there any update you are willing to share about To Whom The Wolf King Bows?

Also I hope you’re feeling better <3

It's totally cool to ask. I love that people aren't just, like, assuming I'm dead, lol. Vertigo got me twice in a week, and unfortunately a hospital visit was necessary. Ever throw up so hard you pull a muscle? Yeah, it's not fun, it's the opposite of fun, zero stars.

As for the fic, I promise that I am working on it. I know that I keep saying that and then not updating, but I've been working on it at least twice a week. Which, for me, is actually a lot, even if I am only getting in a few sentences or paragraphs here and there.

I can't give you much, but how about my favorite interaction in chapter 15 thus far, eh? ---

Seemingly unperturbed by any of the woman’s outbursts, Derek smiles softly as he pats the back of one of her hands, then turns to look up at Stiles as he speaks. “Lydia, this is my mate, Stiles. Stiles, this is Lydia Martin. She is-” “Not only going to wring your neck, Derek Hale, she is going to thumb out your eyeballs."

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okay sry to whine but u said a few days maybe u update wolf king bows and its been more than a week are u still going to update soon i am not trying to demand i am just really excited

Honestly, this is really flattering?! I promise I am still working on the new chapter. It's just that, early last week, I had to deal with a major bout of vertigo. Which, unfortunately, means screens of any type - phone, TV, computer - make my head want to explode and the entire rest of me extremely nauseous. Today has been the first day in almost a full week I've been able to pick up and use my phone for anything other than making a call.

It's coming! I promise! It's slow, but I swear on Derek's lack of eyebrows that it will be here eventually.