Chapter Text
Stiles had to admit, letting loose the energy that he had been bottling up let him feeling floaty and less stressed. Even now, days after he and Derek had stood on the cliffside where he let his magic out upon the surrounding area, he could still feel the looseness of his magic and body.
Rising to his feet he pulled his cloak over his shoulders, he silently left his and Derek’s chambers
Migrating through the corridors he made his way to Talia’s door and knocked upon it.
“Enter,” he heard his mother in law call out. Opening the door he smiled at the former queen who sat upon a bench in front of a grand window overlooking the courtyards.
“Stiles?” she exclaimed. “How may I be of service?”
“I need your advise my lady,” he answered, moving to stand before her. “By now I'm sure Derek has told you of our problem with Theo and Scott,” Talia nods and glances out the window.
“How Scott believes that you and my son are not fit to rule, that you murdered Kate and Gerard, that you destroyed Deucalion and his pack unjustly.” Stiles nods. “Stiles you must understand that you did nothing wrong, you fought for your king, for your country. You saved Derek when he was captured..them taking him, to begin with, is cause enough for you to have killed them. Let alone Deucalion..” she pauses to take a breath, “..killing my husband, your former king..they paid for their crimes.” Stiles takes a moment before speaking.
“But what now?” he questions. “Now that Scott has Theo at his back and Theo threatens to attack, what is your advice?”
“Depends on what you want the advice on Stiles,” he responds. “If you want advice on helping Scott see the light of the truth then I would tell you that you need to pull drastic measures to ensure that he listens to you, allowing you the chance to convince him,” she pauses. “If you want advice on how to handle Raeken..then I merely suggest you handle him like you have handled all of your past obstacles, with passion for your cause, a keen mind...and an open ear.” Stiles stands still for a moment before nodding. “Keeping an open ear is the most important thing Stiles..your royal advisors are not your only advisors...nor are the ones closest to you..sometimes a perfect stranger is the best person to talk to.” again Stiles nods. He gives a bow to his mother in law. “Thank you for your service and time m’ lady.” she nods back to him and turns back toward the window as Stiles moves to exit the room.
---
Stiles reopens the door to his and Derek’s chambers and enters to find Derek sitting up in bed looking over documents. Stiles moves over to sit next to him. “We need to talk,” Stiles says.” he waits for Derek to look at him, when he does he wears a neutral expression.
“I spoke with your mother about how she thinks we should proceed,” Stiles says, this earns him a raised brow from his husband. “We both know that Theo is going to attack us, but we don't know when.” he pauses. “She also told me that drastic measures might be needed to ensure Scott will listen. So, I am here to admit to you, that I am willing to do drastic measures.”
Derek says noting for a moment before he gives a slight nod. “How drastic are you willing to go?”
Stiles lets out a sigh. “As much as you think is necessary.”
Again Derek says nothing for a moment before ending his silence. “If you are willing to do such things than I ask of you to go and gather the heads of every legion and gather them in the war room,” Stiles nods and rises to his feet. As he moves to the door he hears Derek call his name, he turns back to look at his husband. “Thank you,” Derek says. “For doing this,” Stiles smiles back at him.
“I never wanted to fight with you Derek,” Stiles responds before leaving the room.
---
Derek enters the war room an hour later to find Stiles talking amongst the war leaders, along with Laura, Peter, and Nathaniel. Everyone as he moves to stand next to Stiles, he nods to everyone. “Alright, me and Stiles have had the displeasure of meeting with Raeken, he plans to attack, however, we do not know when he will strike so I have come to the conclusion that instead of waiting around for him to make the first move we will show our strength by making the first move.” everyone around the other process this information before nodding.
Derek looks to Laura with a hardened expression. “I want you to take your men to their eastern border, this will cut off any trade and supply routes “ his sister nods. Turning to Nathaniel he continues. “Nathan, take yours to the western border,” he then looks around to the others. “We are going to surround him and show him that we are not a kingdom not to be trifled with.” one of the guards however looks to Stiles and speaks up.
“And what will you be doing?”
Before Stiles can answer Derek interjects.
“Stiles will be with me when we storm Raeken’s castle. He will be the one to help me tear down the castle.” he stops. Before looking to peter. “Take your men and surround their northern border, he then looks to everyone. “On Stiles signal, move in, kill all who pose a threat,” Stiles raises a brow to his husband but it goes unnoticed by the alpha.
Once the meeting adjourns Stiles watches as the others move to brief their armies. Stiles follows Derek out of the room and into the hallway. “We are killing any who stand against us now?”
Derek nods silently
“I told you I would do whatever it takes and follow through with drastic measures but think about how this is will be seen by our subjects,” Stiles says.
“Our subjects will understand that in order to keep them safe from an unpredictable enemy we sometimes have to be just as ruthless.”
“Your father would not approve of this Derek, he never ruled with an iron fist he rule with a -”
“DO NOT SPEAK OF MY FATHER!” Derek roars, flashing his crimson eyes at Stiles who falls silent. Derek holds his gaze for a moment longer before looking away. “My father was killed by monsters like Raeken. And so I must put the monster down before he hurts someone else.”
Stiles stands there for a moment before nodding. “Very well,” Stiles says before walking away leaving Derek alone in the corridor.
---
Stiles watches as the other’s march off with their armies trailing behind them. Looking to Derek who stands next to him he watches as his mate mounts his horse and wordlessly begins the march toward Raeken territory. Letting out a sigh he looks around to find the soldiers of their group watching him carefully. Stepping up he climbs onto the saddle and turns back to them. “Onward!” he announces before spurring his horse to follow after Derek.
Coming up alongside Derek he begins to speak.
“The men can see how you are avoiding me, and I want to know why,”
“I'm not avoiding you, Stiles,” Derek says “I’m just...I regret how I spoke to you..how I roared at you, I shouldn't have done that.” For a moment Stiles remains silent but then he nods.
“I understand your anger Derek, I shouldn't have mentioned your father. I just worry that you are occasionally slipping with your control,”
Derek turns to him and frowns.
“You think I am losing control?”
“I would say that the events that are the reason for your regret prove my case,” Stiles responds looking away from Derek.
Silence passes between them before Derek lets out a sigh. “I...You may be right.” Derek mutters. “I'm just angry that Scott betrayed you like this and left the kingdom which caused you emotional pain. And then Raeken has the audacity to threaten our kingdom,” he growls.
“I can understand that Derek, I don't exactly care for my home being threatened by some narcissistic brat, but we can not let our emotions control our actions. We have to go about this with a clear head.”
Another beat of silence before Derek laughs. “When did you become so Sage?”
“When I had the essence of a magical tree be absorbed into my body.” Derek lets out another laugh and shakes his head.
“I love you,” he says.”
Stiles turns to hold his mate’s gaze. “I love you too, I always will.” Derek smiles at this before turning back to face the direction of Raeken territory. Smiling to himself Stiles does the same.
---
It takes them three days to reach the destination. Couriers have been sent to and from each group to ensure that they are in position. Derek steps out from his tent and finds Stiles meditating on a nearby stump. Sitting down in the grass he watches his mate.
“Are you just gonna sit there and stare at me?” he hears Stiles question without even opening his eyes.
“I was just coming to see what you were doing,” Derek smiles.
“Well I’m ready to give the signal whenever you want me to,” Stiles informs as he opens his eyes and slides off the stump. Derek nods and stands. I say we pack up camp and then prepare.” Nodding Stiles follows Derek back to the camp.
“Alright everyone,” Derek calls out. “Let’s pack up and prepare to move in,” the soldiers nod and spread out to break camp. As they do Stiles watches and reaches out with his magic to feel for Laura, Peter, and Nathan. Once he gets a feel for them he nods to Derek who smiles.
Once camp is broke the soldiers get into formation. Assessing their army Derek turns to Stiles. “Do it,” Nodding Stiles uses his magic to summon a small flame at the location of the other Hale formations.
His magic lingers for a few moments in which he can feel each Hale leader touch his fire. Receding from his power. He turns and nods to Derek. Who begins marching forward with Stiles beside him.
---
As the castle comes into view Stiles feels his magic tingle with each step in an anxious tremor of the upcoming confrontation. Around them, the villages stare at them in a mixture of confusion and wonder. They move in silence until they come to the castle entrance. The guards immediately draw their weapons despite being vastly outnumbered. Derek glances at Stiles who flicks his wrist. The guards fly off in opposite directions and the doors open. Derek turns to the soldiers. “Secure the perimeter, when my family arrives, send them here.” turning back around he and Stiles enter the castle.
On the throne sits Theo. However, he is surrounded by other figures who Stiles can immediately sense as shifters. “Derek, Stiles.” how nice of you to join us.” Theo muses as he rises from his throne.
“Your kingdom is surrounded,” Derek says with an even tone. “My armies are already in your territory and will be here shortly, make this easy for yourself and give up.”
Theo says nothing for a moment before giving both mage and werewolf a cruel grin. “Oh, I know about your armies. I let them in.” he laughs at Derek’s and Stiles’ shocked expressions. “I let them in because I have no need to fight them. I just want them all to see that you two are not as powerful as you want everyone to believe,” he moves to stand amongst his compatriots. “I want them all to see that you both fell by my hand.” Stiles stares at him before taking a breath.
“Is this what you want Scott?” he calls out. Silence answers his question and lingers for a moment before footsteps echo through the room. From the shadows, Scott steps forward and level a look at Stiles. “I didn't want this Stiles, and I warned you but you wouldn't listen to reason.”
“The only one not listening to reason is you, Scott,” Stiles argues back. “Did you not just hear him say he wants to kill us?” Scott averts his gaze
Theo takes this moment to put himself behind Stiles, his guard around him. Stiles notices this out of the corner of his eyes and turns to face them. As he does this though he can feel Derek tense against his back. He calls his magic to him and lets the power wash over him.
He hears a roar from behind him and then Derek’s presence is gone from him. In front of him, the female guard launches herself at him, a tail extending from her back and swiping at him.
He manages to evade the tail and ducks under her swiping claws. with a flick of his wrist, she rockets to the side and into a pillar. Chancing a glance over his shoulder he finds Derek locked in combat with Scott, neither side has the obvious upper hand but Stiles has hope. Turning back to Theo he finds the king stretching his muscles. With a mighty roar, the chimera and his compatriots charge him. He sidesteps Theo, he then grabs one of the leaner guards by his throat and sends a jolt of electricity into the young man. Sweeping his legs out from behind him, he slams the guard into the ground. Surprisingly the man’s form flickers between being visible and vanishing completely. He turns just in time to be able to catch an elbow that was directed for his face. He internally thanks his father for teaching him how to fight as a child
Tossing his attacker aside his eyes land on Theo who is moving to join Scott in his fight against Derek. Clenching his hand into a fist he raises it and slams it into the floor. A crack spreads from his hand and travels to separate the three. With a snap of his fingers, the crack widens creating a chasm.
Stiles begins making his way over to Derek but just as he is about to take his place next to his mate he feels something grab onto his ankle. Looking down he finds the reptilian tail coiled around his flesh. In a split second the appendage gives a tug and he falls face-first to the floor. He feels his nose crunch against the cold stone floor, he also hears a roar that he knows is Derek’s rolling onto his back he looks up to find Scott staring down at him. Before he can say anything the young wolf reaches down and grabs him by his throat.
“Enough Derek,” Scott growls while holding his claws against Stiles’ throat. Stiles watches as Derek freezes in place.
Theo smiles at the look of terror on the werewolf’s face. “Kneel before me and he will be released.” Derek hesitates for a moment before he falls to his knees. “Just..just let him go,” the older wolf pleads.
“I don't think I will,” Theo chuckles. “Having the most powerful magic user under my boot? Who would want to pass that up?” he turns to face Stiles. “I can take over any kingdom I want by merely having you topple it.”
“I'll never be enslaved to you,” Stiles growls.
The smirk Theo gives him sends a shiver up his spine. He watches as the chimera suddenly turns and lunges at Derek. Before anyone can say anything Theo holds Derek on the edge of the chasm. “You will, if you want your precious husband to live,” Theo growls.
Suddenly the doors to the throne room burst open revealing the rest of the Hale pack standing there, all shifted into their beta forms and looking murderous.
The moment of shock is all Stiles needs as be lifts his leg to kick at Scott’s knee causing the werewolf to immediately keel over to grab at his aching leg. Stiles then focuses his magic to summon a dagger from a nearby guard.
Throwing it he smiles as he watches the blade bury itself in Theo’s shoulder causing the chimera to let out a yelp of pain. His grip falls from Derek who roars in the young royal’s face before sweeping his legs out from underneath him. Everyone watches as Derek flips their positions, leaving Theo the one being held over the chasm. “You shouldn't have threatened my mate,” he growls before shoving Theo off into the crater. Stiles then turns to the guards and smiles. His eyes turn their magnificent white. Waving a hand everyone in the room watches as the guards turn on their heel and begin walking. From the room.
“Where did you send them?” Derek questions with a raised brow.
“To drown themselves,” Stiles mutters before turning to Scott who is frozen in fear. “You betrayed us, Scotty” Stiles growls.
“You..you’re a monster,”
“No, what I am is a protector of my people and those I love,” he turns to look at Derek who gives a slight smile. He then turns back to Scott who glares. Just as he opens his mouth to continue, his former friend lunges at him.
Out of, raises his hand sending out a spark of his magic that sends Scott flying backward. Derek lets out another roar, however before he can charge Stiles stops him. Shrugging off his mate’s concerned look Stiles turns to the other Hales. They watch him with interest. Turning back to Scott Stile takes a breath. “Tell them, Scott, tell them how you think that Deucalion was just a mad king.” this earns a cluster of grumbles from the Hales.
“You tried to kill my mate,” Stiles says as he approaches Scott. “You tried to kill me,” he growls. The air around him becomes charged with power. “You disrespected Alexander Hale,” he summons his magic into his hand. “The punishment for that is death” he snaps his fingers.
“The others watch as Scott stills, becoming almost like a statue. All of a sudden he feels a hand on his shoulder. Looking up he finds Derek staring back at him. The wolf shakes his head. “Killing him would only prove him right about us, you already…” Derek pauses to look at Scott. “Froze him, He has been punished.” Stiles glances back to the young man who he used to think as a friend. Nodding his waves his hand. The castle around them begins to shimmer. Within a blink of an eye, they find themselves in the courtyard of Hale Palace. Stiles calls over a guard and then gestures to Scott. “Take him to the dungeons, I'll deal with him later.” the guard nods and lifts Scott.
---
Derek finds Stiles in the dungeons later that night. He watches as Stiles waves his hand,
Derek moves to stand next to his mate. Looking into the cell he finds Scott glancing around.
Before the young wolf can say anything Derek feels Stiles le3ad him away.
He remains silent as the magus leads him to their chambers. He watches as Stiles moves ps him and sits on their bed.
“You did good Stiles.” Derek murmurs as he sits down next to the magus. “You proved that you could hold back your power and control yourself.”
“I only did it because of you Derek, I would have killed him if you hadn't stopped me.”
Derek nods. “We all have our times of wanting to let go of everything, but we have to keep control and remain calm.” Stiles again nods.
“There is something I don't want to hold back on.” Derek quirks a brow at the now smiling magus. He watches as Stiles moves to sit in his lap. Stiles twitches his fingers and suddenly Derek feels a chill against his bare skin. Without a word, pushes him back onto the bed.
“Is this the ting you don't want to hold back on?” Derek teases.
“It's exactly what I don't want to hold back on,” Stiles grins before he cranes his neck to trail kisses along Derek’s jaw. He works his way down to Stiles’ groin. “How do we do you want to do this?: Stiles questions “do you want to take the lead or should I?”
“How about we do both?” Derek suggests causing Stiles to smirk. Producing a vial of oil he uses it to slick Derek’s cock. He then moves his fingers to his entrance. He keeps his eyes on Derek while he lines up with Derek’s member. Both men let out their own groans as pleasure rakes through their bodies. Stiles groans as he feels Derek’s cock rub against his prostate.
“You feel so good Der,” Stiles moans as he rises up before impaling himself back down on Derek.
“You feel good to Sti,” Derek mutters as he thrusts his hips upward into Stiles.
The room fills with the sounds of their moans and pleads.
“I’m not going to last much longer Der,”
“That's ok, I..I won't last either,” Derek stammers. Before he opens his mouth in a silent scream as he fills Stiles with his release. As he does Stiles too groans before painting Derek’s chest with his own come.
Stiles slowly removes himself and lays down next to Derek who turns to face him.
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” Derek smiles. “Rest up so we can go again.”
Without a response, Stiles raises his hand and snaps his fingers. Derek watches as the sweat from Stiles’ brow dissipates. But not only that he feels his own energy return. Smiling in understanding he rises to his feet and climbs off the bed, he retrieves the oil from where Stiles had laid it on the bedside table. Laying back down he takes the oil and coats his fingers with it before reaching down to begin opening himself up.
Stiles lays there, watching in amazement. Smiling to himself he rolls onto his knees and shuffles to take his place between Derek’s thighs. Keeping his eyes trained on Derek’s he watches as Derek continues to open himself up. A moment later he nods to Stiles who lines himself up with Derek’s entrance. Slowly he slides inside his mate. He waits for Derek to nod before he begins to piston in and out of his mate.
Moments pass before both of their motions become erratic, without warning their bodies begin to shudder as they once again spend themselves. Collapsing next to his husband on the bed Stiles lets out a breath. Craning his neck he plants a kiss on Derek’s forehead. “I love you, my king.”
Derek smiles at him before pulling him in for a proper kiss.
“I love you too. Together they close their eyes and fall asleep, knowing that nothing will ever come in the way of one another..
Fin