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Stiles turned to face his mother who was smiling at him like he was the man who hung the moon and the stars. “Oh Mieczysław, how you have grown...you are such a strong man.” she smiles. Stiles can't help but smile past the tears he looks to his mother and can't help but whimper. “I…” his voice falters. Hesitantly he takes a step toward the figure of his mother. “I miss you so much mom,” he finally says. The woman smiles at him though he can tell it's with sadness.
“I have missed you too my little mischief. But I am always with you, in your heart.” Stiles nods sadly, he can still the feel the tears continuing to trail down his face.
Suddenly he gets an idea. “You have to come with me mom...you can see dad..hell be so happy to see-” he is cut off by her shaking her head.
“I can not go with you my child,”
“W..why not?” he asks as his heart breaks yet again.
“Despite you being the center hold for magic...even you have your limits..your magic brought my spirit here because you needed it. However this is the last time you will see me my child,” Stiles can't help but let out a sob as the words hit him. He hangs his head and suddenly he feels a wisp of wind against his cheek, raising his gaze he finds his mother’s outstretched hand against his face. “I love you so much mischief, never forget that,”
“I won't mom..I love you too,” he replies.
“Now,” she begins giving him a smile that could light up the world. “Go be with you husband, he is not going to be able to rule this country alone...he is going to need his fellow king with him.” again she smiles. Stiles smiles and nods, he gives his mother one last look before he raises his hand. “I will you see you again mom,” he promises
“Better be later rather than sooner” she jests before he finally does wave his hand. He stands there as he watches her form slowly fade with the wind until the area that she once occupied is empty of her presence. Letting out a sigh he wipes the tears away with the back of his hand before magicking himself to his and Derek’s bedroom. He finds Derek lounging with a book, though the wolf let's out a yelp at the sudden appearance of his husband. The wolf king quickly composes himself and examines the magus’ expression.
“What's wrong?” he questions. He spreads his arms inviting his mate to lay with him. The invitation is accepted and he gathers Stiles into his embrace.
“I spoke with my mom,” immediately Derek knows that this will involve tears and he tightens his grip around his husband.
“I went to her grave and apparently my magic called her to me...it was just like with your father,” he explains and Derek nods before planting a kiss on the magus’ cheek. “I wanted to try to re-summon her her for my father so he could see her too but, the nemeton aspect of me has a mind of it's own and I obviously have my own limits with magic..she told me I wouldn't be able to do it again..that it would be the last time I see her in this life.” Derek feels his heart clench in sadness for his mate. Rubbing his cheek against Stiles’ neck he plants another kiss.
“I don't know what to do Der, I have all this power at my disposal..I can legit tear down a kingdom just by blinking an eye yet I can't call an audience with the ones I love,”
“Awesome power comes with rules Stiles, I understand your want to see your mother, the fact that you got to see my father fills me with both happiness but also sadness that I wasn't there as well. I don't blame you obviously but I have come to terms that I must wait until it is my time to pass on from this life to the next to see him.
Stiles shifts and turns to face him with a raised brow. “When did you become so wise and adult like?” he smiles.
“I realized I needed to grow up when a certain servant threw me into the ceiling with his magic.
Stiles laughs and gently shoves his husband. “You like it when I use my magic.”
“That I do,” Derek agrees. Suddenly he watches as Stiles waggles his fingers, sparks dancing across his fingertips. A mischievous smile edging along his mate’s face.
“What are you do-” he is cut off by his tongue going suddenly numb. He watches as Stiles blinks out of his embrace and reappears at the end of the bed. “Tut tut husband,” the magus waggles his finger. “Laying in bed with your boots on...how uncivilized.” Stiles grumbles as he begins pulling off the offending leather boots. Derek makes no effort to move. He watches as his husband drags his hand over his clothed shin before flicking his wrist upward. Derek can't help but let out a moan, it's as if every muscle in his body has relaxed. “Making noise already love? We haven't even fully started. Derek can only lay there as his husband has his way with him. “You know using my magic relaxes me, same with taking care of you..I know you are still somewhat tense from taking the crown.” Stiles says, if he were able to talk Derek would be agreeing. “So just lay there and let me help you relax,” Stiles flicked his wrist again and Derek felt himself being rolled over onto his stomach, another second and he could feel the bedclothes against his chest.. ‘Magically undressed me’ he thinks with a smile. Suddenly there a soft pressure applied to the small of his back, above his waist, shifting his head he saw that it is Stiles. He watches as the magus flicks his wrist and then he feels ghostly fingertips rubbing his arms, his hands, his wrists, and every other area of his body, except his back and neck. As if his mind was read Stiles chuckles. “I love massaging these parts of you,” he says as he faintly touches his hands over the werewolf’s back and neck. Derek can't help but buck and whimper, longing for the feather touches from his mate to turn into something more. After a few moments his wishes are granted and Stiles begins working his fingers into the muscles. Gently working out the tension. Derek hums at the feeling of his muscles relaxing, he hears Stiles chuckle behind him. The ghostly fingers begin adding more pressure to their strokes but it only makes Derek relax even further. After an hour Stiles clambers off his mate that has been reduced to puddy. He rolls the wolf onto his side and lays behind him. “You know just how to get me to relax,” the wolf king murmurs. Stiles smiles. “So do you,” Stiles replies. Together they lay in there until both of them find blissful sleep.
The next morning they are awakened by the sound of someone knocking on the door. “Enter,” Stiles calls out as he magics clothing on both him and his husband. Both kings are shocked to find that it is Scott who enters their chambers.
“What can we do for you Scott?” Stiles questions as he rises to his feet.
“I want to leave the kingdom,”