Stiles Stilinski x Fem!reader

Part 51

I sat up on this cold metal table and rolled onto my side, tempted to scream and throw up. I felt a hand on the top of my head and looked up to see Stiles smiling sadly down at me, I returned the smile.

"How am I okay?"

Stiles helped me to sit up and chuckled nervously.

"Your scary little imp things appeared and fixed you." I furrowed my brows.

"I need the book to summon them. It wasn't me." I looked around the room and stared curiously at the shadows, finding one of them there in the corner. I sent it a gentle smile and nodded for the creature to come near. It hopped up onto the table and nudged my arm with its head. "Who sent you?" It made a few little chirps before hopping around and doing a little charades skit to try and tell me. In the end, we figured out that Hallow's mom had been keeping an eye on me and she had sent them I smiled and pet its head. "Tell her thanks, we'll get Hallow back, okay?" It nodded and hopped back into the shadows before disappearing.

"It was literally day one of our internship," I was still sat on the table, Stiles' arm around my waist. "and on comes this slide of this guy that they've been chasing in the woods in North Carolina. (Y/n) was trying so hard to hide her tattoo. So I learn that the FBI has cornered this feral mass-murdering unsub..."

"I found a group of hunters in a meeting place." Derek piped up in defence, I snickered, my brother turning to glare at me.

"Well the FBI found out about it too and they were planning a SWAT assault to take him down. Dead or Alive." I snickered at the memory. "And as we all know, though, with Derek, it's preferably dead. So I convinced them to take us on a Field OP."

"Stiles begged them to let us go. They gave in cause he was annoying them."

"I'm surprised he didn't try and convince them to let him lead it." I smiled.

"He tried."

"Didn't work." Stiles stated, continuing on his story. "Anyway, long story short, I basically, you know, had to save his life." My brother and I shared a knowing loo.

"That's not how it happened." I was smiling as I said it but Derek seemed just done.

"Yeah, I may have left out a detail, but that's the gist of what happened. It was the essential essence of it." I swatted his arm in amusement.

"You couldn't walk."

"I was limping." I listened to my brother and boyfriend exchange words.

"You couldn't walk and I know that because I was carrying you." I tried my best not to snort at the sentence that was just shared.

"They shot my toe! You want to see it?"

"Babe, I had an arrow through my stomach earlier, and I've been in the hospital multiple times with near death experiences. I think you being shot in the toe is fine."

"Yeah, but you're a werewolf and a witch."

"Neither sides can magically heal themselves." Siles huffed.

"Guys, we have another problem. It's not just the hunters." Scott interrupted my little conversation with Stiles before Lydia piped up to.

"It's called the Anuk-ite." I stared at her, trying to recollect if I had seen that word in either the Beastiary or the Grimoire. It finally hit me.

"Double face?" Everyone looked to me, but Lydia nodded.

"You know about it?" I nodded now.

"It's mentioned in the grimoire, there's like a page and a half on it."

"Well, where's the grimoire? We could really use it right now." I bit my lip at Scott's words and avoided eye-contact with anyone.

"It's usually with Hallow."

"Where's Hallow?" I swallowed thickly.

"Eichen House. They had the book because it was in Hallow's possession." I bit my lip and shook my head with a sigh. "But Monroe was wearing Hallow's bag. I think she has the Grimoire, it has it's own Beastiary with every single supernatural entity from every culture anywhere in the world." Everyone stared at me in curiosity and shock. "It updates itself, the book itself is a supernatural entity. When something new is born, a witch, the familiar or the book notes it down and collects information on it...that includes a census." Scott stared at me, growing increasingly worried. Derek groaned with a mix of a growl.

"W-what does that mean?"

"It means she has the names, ages, locations and species of every supernatural creature in the world."

"So the plan is for you guys to go do what Gerard wants, so you can defeat the Anuk-ite?" Everyone nodded.

"You said 'you guys', what are you planning to do?" A question from the direction of Mr Stilinkski, my adoring, sarcastic boyfriend.

"I'm going after my fucking book, and my fucking familiar. And if anyone stops me," I loaded the gun I was holding, talking as I did so. "expect some dead bodies by dawn."

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I had decided to adventure with Stiles and Lydia first, to go and find Jackson. And we had, in this dark little room where Lydia killed some people and Stiles kicked down a door. Jackson established Stiles was there while Stiles established Jackson was there. Both Lydia and I had run and engulfed the blond in a tight hug. Jackson's hand was on the back f my head to keep me close while his other was around Lydia's waist. I was an important part of his childhood, she was his ex-girlfriend, both important.

"Now that we've all contributed, wanna get out of here? eh?"

"Not without Ethan." I stood confused for a moment after he had released us.

"Ethan's here?" I sounded a little excited, the realisation finally hitting me. "Noooo." I was so excited to have found this out. Jackson nodded and I smiled brightly. The blond noticed the weapon in my hand.

"I thought you were a werewolf?"

"Werewolf, witch. Lost powers, don't have my book, so I'm borderline human at the moment." He nodded in understanding.

When we arrived at the right area, I screamed enjoy.

"Ethan!!!" His head whipped up from the corner he was sat in and he stood up, his arms opening weakly as I hurried up to him.

"Still an Omega?"

"Nope, a witch."

"That's...impressive. It's great to see you again." I nodded. "We should probably get going." I nodded again, following our group away from this weird building.

"I'll see you guys later." They all looked over to me as I headed over to my car.

"What?" It was a collective sound.

"I'm going to get Hallow, and my Grimoire, before killing some fucking hunters."