Stiles Stilinski x Fem!reader

Part 50

"Brakes! Stiles! Hit the fucking brakes!" I screamed, mildly entertained by the fact that he was so excited because he had Roscoe back. Back to supernatural activities with the one thing that's been with him longer than I have, the Jeep. When he hit something, I pushed myself up on the dashboard and looked at what he hit with a laugh. "Nice going Stilinski! You hit him!" I called out as I hopped out of the Jeep. Stiles followed suit.

"That was the idea, he was going to shoot at Scott!" I laughed and kissed him sweetly. He pulled away when my brother groaned and my darling boyfriend finally remembered Scott. "Didn't think you were doing this without us, did you?" Now Scott looked really excited as Derek bore his teeth and allowed his eyes to glow a beautiful steel blue. While others were merely knowing people unconscious or giving them slices and cuts, I grabbed the gun I had borrowed from the FBI from the back of the Jeep and got aiming.

As time went on, I ran out of bullets and the last clip was in my back pocket, my phone now in the car. I continued to bash the heads of the hunters until I came across something. I looked over to the hunters leaving and noticed one of them, the woman, had a very familiar messenger bag, and I felt a very very familiar wavelength coming from her.

"You fucking piece of shit!" I grabbed the clip and loaded the gun, aiming at the car's windshield and opening fire. Stiles approached me as I relaxed my trigger finger and they drove off. His arms wrapped around my waist and he carefully moved my hands from the gun, taking it from me. I swallowed thickly, clenching my teeth together as I held back tears.

"Hey, hey, you're okay. You're okay." I nodded and dropped the weapon, letting Stiles go over to the others. I whimpered when I felt something pierce my stomach from the way I was facing. I looked down at my torso and then back up, catching a glimpse of a glisten as the lights hit that of a crossbow in the middle of the night.

Deucalion was down there dying on the floor. The pack was heading over to him. Oh! And I had a silver and wolfsbane tipped arrow lodged into my stomach. While everyone was focused on the blind Alpha, I silently coughed up blood, leaning against a concrete pillar. Actual blood, not some supernatural black blood. I was still a little bit wolf, so the silver and wolfsbane would still affect me, but the blood loss would affect me more since I didn't heal as quick.
"...peter..." I murmured, gaining his attention that I had in fact spoken, but with no sense of urgency. "Uhm...Peter..." My breathing was getting laboured and everything was hurting. I was closer to my uncle than I was to anyone else at the moment, a small whimper slipped passed my lips, a few tears joining. "Uncle Peter." He stopped walking and turned to face me. The first thing he witnessed was my pained expression and the tears filling my eyes, his own eyes following my arm to my stomach and the arrow lodged in it, the blood trickling down my skin with a light purple mist, my shirt staining a deep red. My uncle was quick to be in front of me, my hands on his arms for support, his on mine to keep me up. My hand was pressing against the wound. "Uncle Peter, it hurts...Is it supposed to hurt this much?" His veins were turning black and he winced, finally feeling how much pain I was in.

"(Y/n), it's going to be fine." I shook my head, my legs giving out under me, Peter catching me and carefully setting me on my knees as I was shaking lightly but uncontrollably.

"No. No it's not." I took a deep breath, my hand now on his shoulder. "Silver..." My explanation made his eyes widen. A dry and quiet laugh left my lips along with another cough of blood to splatter the floor between us. "Wolfsbane."

"Derek!" Peter shouted to my brother, his nephew, who wasn't too far away with Scott and the others. No movement was heard and Peter glanced behind him and then back to me. "Derek!!" Said man finally looked back, eyes widening before he scrambled over to us.

"(Y/n)!" He was now knelt beside me. "What happened?"

"The hunters hit her with an arrow, silver and coated in wolfsbane." Derek removed my hand from my stomach and I winced, my brother immediately apologised, but took my hand in his. "It's affecting her, she's still part werewolf, we have to do something."

"You'll be okay, just look at me." Instead my eyes went from the blood splatter in front of me and my eyes met Stiles' almost mortified ones.

"Pull it out." My two family members stared at me as I whimpered, not sure if they should, so they looked at each other. "Pull it out!" I screamed, biting my lip right after due to the pain. "Yank it out of my fucking stomach! Please!" Tears were streaming down my cheeks and I was panting, my eye glowing a bright blue and the other a fluorescent purple. They looked at each other again, still contemplating.

"I can't. I'm not hurting my sister that much."

"She's my niece, I'm not." My eyes met Stiles', pleading for someone to do it, for him to do it. He went to look away, so he wouldn't have to do it. Everyone was looking at us, Malia looked heartbroken. Over time we had become closer and closer because we were related, despite not having known that for awhile.

"Stiles." I was crying, sobbing. "Stiles please!" Even Derek looked ready to cry when he stared at Stiles. "Please!"

"She's my baby sister. It's wolfsbane and silver, you've got to pull it out." Peter spoke just after, adding another fact.

"We can't touch it. As much as we love her, we can't touch that arrow without hurting ourselves, severely."

I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath and tipping my head back to calm myself down. Before I knew it, Derek was pinning one of my arms to the ground and Peter had the other. There was a hand just around the wound and I took deep breaths, keeping my eyes closed. Stiles was kneeling with a leg either side of my own.

"You gotta relax, baby." And I did, letting my family keep me down. "You ready?" I nodded, Stiles shifting his grip on the silver before getting ready to pull it.
As I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, I screamed, trying to pull my arms back into me.

"Cover it. Cover it, stop the bleeding." Derek sounded panicked when I relaxed again, my breathing growing calmer. All the pain that was flowing through me was gradually being taken by my uncle and brother. I heard fabric tearing and pressure was applied to my stomach.

"(Y/n), open your eyes. Open your eyes and look at me. Look at me, please..."