ficlet: No Blinding Light
Author: froggydarren
Title: No Blinding Light
Rating: G
Pairing/s: n/a
Character/s: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin
Summary: It was probably a bad idea to follow the wolf. No, Stiles was pretty sure that it was an absolutely crazy idea, and yet he moved before he could talk himself out of it.
Warnings: n/a
Content Notes: Takes place in the Harry Potter universe, though in the US. Stiles is half-blood: Claudia Stilinski was a witch, Sheriff Stilinski is a Muggle. The Salem Witches' Institute is a co-ed magical school for all of North America.
Submission Type: ficlet
Word Count: 1000
Prompt: #251 - lost
Author's Notes: Well hello resurrected old WiP that I've been neglecting for too long. This is a new chapter for the fic In The Woods (If You See Monsters, Run...). It sort of stands alone, probably, but will make more sense if read in context of the whole fic. Unbetaed.
It was probably a bad idea to follow the wolf. No, Stiles was pretty sure that it was an absolutely crazy idea, and yet he moved before he could talk himself out of it. The wolf - and Stiles had no doubt now that it was one, though he still wasn’t sure if the “were” part also applied - was out of his sight before Stiles even reached the edge of the forest.
The woods weren’t dark, not yet, but he knew it wouldn’t take long before he’d need to cast Lumos to see. He continued through the thick shrubbery and ducked the low-hanging branches, trying to speed up as much as the growth of the forest allowed him. For a while, all he could see was the trees and then more trees, the forest seemingly closing in on him and slowing him down as he made his way forward. Then there was a flash of light in front of him, and Stiles wondered if it was the edge of the woods or only another clearing like the one he set off from.
It wasn’t either, only a small gap between the trees. When he reached it, he looked up and noticed that the sky was changing colours.
“How long have I been out here?” He muttered the words, loud in the silence of the forest despite being barely above a whisper.
He looked around, then decided to backtrack his steps, since there was no sign of the wolf, nor anything else that would tell him where he was.
“Time to head back home,” he whispered. “If you could hear me,” he addressed the wolf, despite the fact that he couldn’t see him or hear him, “I’d tell you that I’ll come find you again. Or that you could. If that’s okay.”
There was nothing but silence in response to his words, and Stiles’s shoulders sagged as he started walking back to where he came from. Only, some time later, he realised that he wasn’t going in the right direction. He should have reached his clearing then, but there was nothing but more trees and more bushes underneath them, and nothing but darkness surrounding him. Of course by then, he noticed that the sky was growing dark above the crowns of the trees - the tiny gaps he sometimes noticed between them stopped being beacons of light.
“Lumos,” he said, watching as the tip of his wand flickered to life, the light of it only good enough to illuminate a few feet of space around him.
“Well, crap,” he mumbled when it didn’t help him see any further than the nearest trees.
He had no idea where he was, which was he should be going, or how he was going to find his way out of the forest and back to the school. Of course, he could cast a direction spell, have his wand point him the right way. But that would mean losing the light, which he would need to see the direction he’d be pointed to.
“I’m not lost, not lost, I’m just… a little misplaced,” he mumbled to himself when he took several steps back and forth in different directions.
Resigned, Stiles sat down on the soft ground beneath the trees, and looked up at the crowns of the trees above him.
He was lost. There was no way around it, no chance of talking himself out of the situation. It was dark, it was late, and while he was sure that someone - Scott, Lydia, one of the teachers - would realise that, he had no way of letting them know where he was, not without losing the light that his wand provided.
“Well, I guess I’ll just have to hope they’ll come looking, and that they’ll search the entire grounds,” he mumbled to himself. “If I’m still on school grounds at all.”
He was reasonably sure that he still was, because he knew about the protection spells cast around the school grounds. But he also knew that the forest was huge, and that it would take a while before someone found their way to him.
Just as he was about to turn the light off and try the location spell, hoping that he could feel it even if he couldn’t see, there was a rumbling in the shrubbery just ahead of him. When he looked up, he saw the familiar blue glow emerging, surrounded by black fur.
“Oh. Hey,” he breathed out, recognising the wolf immediately. “Come to eat me, or to save me?”
The wolf didn’t respond, not even with a huff like the ones he let out before, in the clearing. Instead, he walked silently around Stiles, and his muzzle nudged against Stiles’s back.
“Fine, fine, I’m getting up,” Stiles mumbled, this time earning himself an exasperated huff. “You better be here to lead me out, dude.”
The wolf huffed again when Stiles was on his feet, and started moving, pausing after a few steps to look back at Stiles.
Wordlessly - for once in his life Stiles didn’t feel like talking - they both headed out into the forest, the light from Stiles’s wand flickering just enough to help him see branches and roots on the ground. Some time later, the wolf startled again, this time not at any sound that Stiles could hear. He disappeared from Stiles’s sight seconds later.
“Hey, no, where did you…” Stiles started, but his words were interrupted by voices coming from ahead.
“Stiles! Stiiiiles!”
“Scotty!” Stiles called out, his heart racing as he heard his best friend’s voice. “Scott! I’m here!”
He rushed ahead, almost tripping as he stopped paying attention to what was under his feet. A minute or two later, he was falling out of the forest and into a clearing - not the one he was usually in - watching as Scott and Lydia rushed out from the opposite side, both of them looking ruffled and scared.
When he fell into Scott’s arms and glanced over his shoulder at Lydia, Stiles knew it was time to explain.
Title: No Blinding Light
Rating: G
Pairing/s: n/a
Character/s: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin
Summary: It was probably a bad idea to follow the wolf. No, Stiles was pretty sure that it was an absolutely crazy idea, and yet he moved before he could talk himself out of it.
Warnings: n/a
Content Notes: Takes place in the Harry Potter universe, though in the US. Stiles is half-blood: Claudia Stilinski was a witch, Sheriff Stilinski is a Muggle. The Salem Witches' Institute is a co-ed magical school for all of North America.
Submission Type: ficlet
Word Count: 1000
Prompt: #251 - lost
Author's Notes: Well hello resurrected old WiP that I've been neglecting for too long. This is a new chapter for the fic In The Woods (If You See Monsters, Run...). It sort of stands alone, probably, but will make more sense if read in context of the whole fic. Unbetaed.
It was probably a bad idea to follow the wolf. No, Stiles was pretty sure that it was an absolutely crazy idea, and yet he moved before he could talk himself out of it. The wolf - and Stiles had no doubt now that it was one, though he still wasn’t sure if the “were” part also applied - was out of his sight before Stiles even reached the edge of the forest.
The woods weren’t dark, not yet, but he knew it wouldn’t take long before he’d need to cast Lumos to see. He continued through the thick shrubbery and ducked the low-hanging branches, trying to speed up as much as the growth of the forest allowed him. For a while, all he could see was the trees and then more trees, the forest seemingly closing in on him and slowing him down as he made his way forward. Then there was a flash of light in front of him, and Stiles wondered if it was the edge of the woods or only another clearing like the one he set off from.
It wasn’t either, only a small gap between the trees. When he reached it, he looked up and noticed that the sky was changing colours.
“How long have I been out here?” He muttered the words, loud in the silence of the forest despite being barely above a whisper.
He looked around, then decided to backtrack his steps, since there was no sign of the wolf, nor anything else that would tell him where he was.
“Time to head back home,” he whispered. “If you could hear me,” he addressed the wolf, despite the fact that he couldn’t see him or hear him, “I’d tell you that I’ll come find you again. Or that you could. If that’s okay.”
There was nothing but silence in response to his words, and Stiles’s shoulders sagged as he started walking back to where he came from. Only, some time later, he realised that he wasn’t going in the right direction. He should have reached his clearing then, but there was nothing but more trees and more bushes underneath them, and nothing but darkness surrounding him. Of course by then, he noticed that the sky was growing dark above the crowns of the trees - the tiny gaps he sometimes noticed between them stopped being beacons of light.
“Lumos,” he said, watching as the tip of his wand flickered to life, the light of it only good enough to illuminate a few feet of space around him.
“Well, crap,” he mumbled when it didn’t help him see any further than the nearest trees.
He had no idea where he was, which was he should be going, or how he was going to find his way out of the forest and back to the school. Of course, he could cast a direction spell, have his wand point him the right way. But that would mean losing the light, which he would need to see the direction he’d be pointed to.
“I’m not lost, not lost, I’m just… a little misplaced,” he mumbled to himself when he took several steps back and forth in different directions.
Resigned, Stiles sat down on the soft ground beneath the trees, and looked up at the crowns of the trees above him.
He was lost. There was no way around it, no chance of talking himself out of the situation. It was dark, it was late, and while he was sure that someone - Scott, Lydia, one of the teachers - would realise that, he had no way of letting them know where he was, not without losing the light that his wand provided.
“Well, I guess I’ll just have to hope they’ll come looking, and that they’ll search the entire grounds,” he mumbled to himself. “If I’m still on school grounds at all.”
He was reasonably sure that he still was, because he knew about the protection spells cast around the school grounds. But he also knew that the forest was huge, and that it would take a while before someone found their way to him.
Just as he was about to turn the light off and try the location spell, hoping that he could feel it even if he couldn’t see, there was a rumbling in the shrubbery just ahead of him. When he looked up, he saw the familiar blue glow emerging, surrounded by black fur.
“Oh. Hey,” he breathed out, recognising the wolf immediately. “Come to eat me, or to save me?”
The wolf didn’t respond, not even with a huff like the ones he let out before, in the clearing. Instead, he walked silently around Stiles, and his muzzle nudged against Stiles’s back.
“Fine, fine, I’m getting up,” Stiles mumbled, this time earning himself an exasperated huff. “You better be here to lead me out, dude.”
The wolf huffed again when Stiles was on his feet, and started moving, pausing after a few steps to look back at Stiles.
Wordlessly - for once in his life Stiles didn’t feel like talking - they both headed out into the forest, the light from Stiles’s wand flickering just enough to help him see branches and roots on the ground. Some time later, the wolf startled again, this time not at any sound that Stiles could hear. He disappeared from Stiles’s sight seconds later.
“Hey, no, where did you…” Stiles started, but his words were interrupted by voices coming from ahead.
“Stiles! Stiiiiles!”
“Scotty!” Stiles called out, his heart racing as he heard his best friend’s voice. “Scott! I’m here!”
He rushed ahead, almost tripping as he stopped paying attention to what was under his feet. A minute or two later, he was falling out of the forest and into a clearing - not the one he was usually in - watching as Scott and Lydia rushed out from the opposite side, both of them looking ruffled and scared.
When he fell into Scott’s arms and glanced over his shoulder at Lydia, Stiles knew it was time to explain.