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After the celebration had finally ended, Halt decided he’d had enough of formalities and appearances. A grand homecoming to Araluen was not what he’d wanted. Now that he had Will back, all that was left to do was to return to the little cabin in Redmont and sleep for a week straight. If it weren’t for the assembly the King called for, he’d be able to do just that.
Someone knocked on the door. He gave a final tug on the straps of his pack before heading over, heaving in a silent sigh. But when the door swung open, he was met with an unexpected face.
Well, not entirely unexpected. It was bound to happen sooner or later. He’d rather it would have been later, but alas, Fate seemed to be enjoying her time with him.
“Crowley.” He stepped aside, allowing the Ranger Commandant in the room. “I thought you’d have left by now.”
“Really?” The sandy-haired man turned to look at him. “Eleven months, and that’s the first thing you have to say.”
“Eleven and one week,” he said quietly. “And I seem to recall giving you a full report earlier. So no, that is not the first thing I have said to you.”
Crowley ran a hand through his hair. “And one week.” A breathy chuckled escaped the other man. “Do you think I haven’t been counting each day?”
He raised an eyebrow. “A Ranger Commandant has more important things to do than wait for the prodigal son to return.”
“I’m sorry.” The older Ranger reached a hand towards his arm and then faltered, those light eyes desperately seeking his. “If I could go back in time, I would change everything. I would have broken you out of prison. I would have covered it all up. No one would have ever known.”
“Having everyone know was a part of the plan.”
“But why, Halt?” His voice broke. “Why would you put us through that?”
Halt raised his eyes to the ceiling. After all this time, his friend still had the nerve to ask the same question. “I don’t give you as much credit as I should. You’re not stupid, Crowley. You know the answer.”
It was the boy. Will. He would have burned the world for his apprentice if necessity demanded it of him. He had given up his life for some cheeky, over-talkative child that had somehow become an integral part of his life. Losing Will had been like losing an arm. He could have said all this and more, but he wasn’t sure if the other Ranger would ever truly understand.
“Crowley.” He laid a land on his friend’s shoulder. “You have your loyalties and I have mine. Surely you didn’t think I’d change over the years?”
“No. I never would have expected that.” The older Ranger turned away. “You always were a stubborn one.”
“And I don’t intend on changing that. I became a Ranger to help you. Not to pledge my full allegiance to a King.”
“That’s exactly what being a Ranger is.” The silver Oakleaf felt heavy around his neck. Halt knew what the Oakleaf meant. Running away from Clonmel, he was given a second chance, and that chance had been Araluen and its Rangers. He liked Duncan a great deal more than he cared to admit—certainly the Araluan was a far better King than either him or Ferris. But against all odds, that’s just what Duncan was.
A King.
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” Crowley said quietly. “But it seems to me you’re doing fine in that sense.”
Halt let go of the man’s shoulder. “You thought too highly of me. That’s your mistake.”
“I think just enough of you.” The redhead sighed. “My only mistake was turning you away. I’m sorry, Halt.”
He met his friend’s eyes, and saw the pain inside them, pain he was responsible for. “I am, too.”
#rangers apprentice#john flanagan#halt o’carrick#crowley meratyn#cralt#?#i think#fanfic#fanfiction#ra fanfic#I’m not really sure what this is tbh#i just got bored and wanted to do a little interaction between them#because surely they weren’t all just buddy-buddy with each other once he returned right?#halt always has his separate loyalties and if he’s forced to choose between his promises and a king?#well that’s not really a choice cause he already knows#halt was raised to be a king#crowley was raised to follow a king
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Here's the art I promised for Chapter 8 of the Chaos Games. Halt with the duck, and the CHONK duck.
And here is the an actual photo of the duck Halt was meant to be holding in the story. It is based off a duck at the creek behind my house:
His name is Joseph.
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Hey folks, guess what? It's here! The sequel to my version of The Royal Ranger is officially up!
Title: The Renegade Ranger
Fandom: Ranger's Apprentice
Rating: T
Pairings: Crowley Meratyn/Halt O'Carrick
Characters: Halt O'Carrick, Crowley Meratyn, Duncan, Rosalind Serenne, Morgarath, Leander, Berrigan, Egon, Norris, Lewin, Jurgen, Berwick, Samdash, Farrel, Pritchard, Abelard, Cropper, Baron Arald, Original characters
Tags: Autistic Halt, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Series: The Early Years, Demiromantic asexual Crowley, you won't believe how long it takes to get to the gay in this one, Slow Burn, not much of a slow burn. more of a gentle toasting
Summary:
After leaving Clonmel, Halt has three goals:
One, go to Araluen and become a Ranger.
Two, take down Baron Morgarath, who wants to dismantle the Ranger Corps completely.
And three, kiss Crowley Meratyn.
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Hello again!
I was bored so I came up with something
I feel like Halt falls asleep very fast when someone he trusts massages his head or neck.
So don’t mind me writing something about it below the cut :)
There is a knock on the door of the cabin. Halt stands up and walks over to the door. He looks out of one of the window and sees Pauline. A small smile appears on the ranger’s lips. He looks at the meal he’s cooking thinking, ‘if I leave now, will it burn?’
He concludes that it won’t. He quickly goes in one of the empty rooms and takes a simple bouquet of wild flowers. Daisies and buttercups. The ranger knows that the diplomat loves them. Lady Pauline knocks on the door a second time. Halt opens the door “Sorry for the delay, my lady, but I had to grab some flowers for you. How can I help you?” Pauline laughs. “We’ve gone over this, Halt.” “Yea yea, I was just messing around. Come in,” Halt says while trying to hide a smile “I did get flowers though.”
Lady Pauline takes the bouquet of delicate flowers. She smiles “You always know what to get me.” She says softly. She appreciates the things the ranger does for her. There’s even been times where he gave her pastries that look like they’re made by Chubb himself. But knowing Halt, they are. He sometimes would even just give her flowers for no reason. No man had ever treated her like that. And she loves him for it.
Halt smiles. He loves the lady standing in front of him. It was said that it was love at first sight, but it wasn’t. He had seen the lady before they ‘first’ met. She was undercover and getting harassed by some drunk men. He had helped her and they became friends. Of course he developed a small crush on her. Who wouldn’t? It was lady Pauline, not only beautiful but also kind and smart. In the beginning he of course didn’t think off her like that but when she had to go and he was alone, he missed her.
After dinner the diplomat sits on the simple, yet comfortable couch. Whenever she visits Halt or Halt visits her he always washes the dishes himself. Pauline looks into the fire of the fire pit. The house of the ranger is always neat and homey. She looks at the dark green carpet with creatures on it. She once asked Halt about them and he went on a whole rant about them. She chuckles as she thinks of his face. Normally the ranger is cold but he looked so happy when she actually listened to him. The small living room is slightly decorated with drawings of flowers and plants, a small canvas with a real butterfly on it and pans on the wall. She has asked about the drawings but Halt never told her where he bought them. Then the ranger sits next to her. Pauline looks at him expectedly and when it seems like he’s not getting is she pulls him closer to her.
“I keep on forgetting that you like getting hugged.” The ranger says while sitting differently to get more comfortable. He ends up with his face against her neck. “Oh shush.” Pauline rolls her eyes and laughs.
They sit in silence for a while. Pauline places a soft hand on Halt’s head. Halt closes his eyes and gives Pauline a gentle kiss. He puts his head back down by the diplomat’s chest, the soft fabric feels soft on his cheek. He smiles softly. After a while of listening to her soft heartbeat he falls asleep.
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frostbound
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It was a cold and bristly evening. Heavy flakes of snow hit the windowpanes before falling to the ground to join their companions, forming thick snowbanks, and covering the beautiful grounds of Redmont in luscious white clouds.
It was a truly wonderful time of the year.
To be inside where it's warm.
Cold weather had always agreed with Alyss, the hot sweaty environment that the summer offered was just too miserable to the courier. She preferred being comfortable in a warm cloak than sweating in the unrevealing clothing that her gender was expected to adorn.
Thankfully, during the summer months. She was usually at home with her husband; where she could wear whatever the hell she wanted with no commentary from him. Well, no insulting commentary anyway. But Will Treaty had an excellent command of the Araluen language and knew exactly how to use it to stimulate a reaction from his beautiful wife.
And that usually went exactly as planned.
But today, it was below freezing. So Alyss covered as much of her skin as possible, and then more on top of that. She felt like a ball of cloth, but she was warm. There's no fashion in the winter months anyway, sacrifices were made for comfort and no one gave two shits about it.
It just meant that at the end of a long workday, you had to put all of those layers back on, and then ride home. And although the ride was short-- just under half an hour, it felt like days when you were shivering beneath your coats and scarves, all your energy being forcefully sucked into the unproductive shivering that your body insists on subjecting you to.
Alyss stared out the massive window in her office, watching the snow fall, dreading what came next on her schedule and contemplating staying at the castle tonight. Will would presume that's what she was doing when she wasn't home within the hour, it wasn't uncommon for one of them to stay at Redmont when they had a late night, when the ride to the cabin seemed too tiresome.
They didn't like to do that though, neither of them slept as well without the other anymore, although the mutual dependency conflicted with their jobs. But that's how it was. Alyss felt safer with Will beside her, and Will slept more peacefully with Alyss beside him. Without either of those things, it wasn't the same.
That's why Alyss truly didn't want to not go home tonight, but the ride through the deepening snow seemed too detrimental. And who knows, maybe it would be too deep to ride through in the morning, and the project she was working on at the moment couldn't be postponed.
She would stay at Redmont for the night, Will would understand. Not that she ever doubted he would.
She could ask Arald for a guest suite, he would of course give it to her free of charge, he tended to spoil her like that; the advantages of being the Baron's surrogate daughter, she thought with an interior smile.
But it was already 8:30. She didn't want to bother the Baron. The next option was quite obvious.
She knocked on Halt and Pauline's door, patiently waiting for one of them to answer.
The door swung open with a creak, and revealed a very cheery-looking Pauline, "hello!" she cried, "come in dear, what a pleasant surprise."
Alyss stepped inside, her gratitude evident as she addressed Pauline, "I'm sorry for the impromptu visit. Would it be possible for me to stay here tonight? The snow is looking rather—" Her words trailed off as she locked eyes with her husband, who was seated on the couch with a mischievous grin
He stood as Alyss entered, playfulness dancing in his eyes. "Looks like we had the same idea."
Alyss suppressed the urge to reciprocate a smile.
"It looks like we did."
He took the bag from her hands, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek as he did so.
"Far too cold to endure horseback in this weather, hmm?"
"Mmhmm" she nodded at him, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and suspicion.
"You were meant to be working from home today, Will," she quipped.
Will looked back over at her, feigning confusion, "Was I?"
Alyss nodded back at him. A knowing glance passing between them.
Will shook his head, "Must have slipped my mind as I rode over," he responded with a wink as he crashed back on the couch with an air of nonchalance.
Alyss shook her head, exchanging a look with Halt that conveyed a shared exasperation.
"He follows you like a lost puppy, have you noticed that?" Halt remarked dryly, his voice laced with amusement.
Alyss chuckled, her gaze shifting back to Will.
"He does indeed." She agreed, slipping off her winter cloak. Will's casual demeanor couldn't hide the truth—his devotion to her was apparent in every glance and gesture.
She settled on the couch next to her husband, curling into his side naturally.
"But I wouldn't have it any other way."
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Who have I been this whole time?
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/lphMqBd
by Sephenia
Prompt: What if the big reveal on Will’s father wasn’t that he was killed saving Halt, and not that he wasn’t a knight, but if he was alive all along and simply didn’t want Will for some reason? That he was ashamed of him and discarded him? And Halt knew but never said (because that’s an awful thing to tell someone) but Will eventually found out?
Words: 1617, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English
Fandoms: Ranger's Apprentice - John Flanagan
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Gen
Characters: Halt O'Carrick, Will Treaty, Tug (Ranger's Apprentice), Daniel (Ranger's Apprentice)
Relationships: Halt O'Carrick & Will Treaty
Additional Tags: Family, Dad Halt, Parental Halt O'Carrick, Angst, Trauma, past trauma, Nightmares, Will Treaty Needs a Hug, Lies
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/lphMqBd
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TRA FANDOM. GUYS
my friend is fucking amazing and wrote a oneshot of hurt/comfort will treaty and halt ocarrick being a father and holy shit its one of the most beautifully written things I've ever gotten to read and its sickening how well they did it and oh my god
im advertising it here because the tra fandom NEEDS this more than it needs oxygen and also they deserve ever bit of praise ever
@iwanttobepersephone @an1d10t (im sorry im like 90% sure you two are my only moots on here) (if you guys don't like being tagged in stuff like this please lmk)
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Hello there Rangerlings! As you might have noticed I'm working on a fanfic on ao3 together with my girlfriend. It's called "The important man" and it's a cralt fic with oc's in it. We just uploaded chapter 13, and we thought since the first oc, Benjamin Perroy, has been introduced it would be a nice idea to post the character design here for ya'll to see :)
There's also some information about him, and a few brief scenes of the newest chapter, so if you haven't read it yet and they seem interesting to you feel free to check the fanfic out! We love to get comments and support about it so don't hesitate to tell us what you think :)
#crowley meratyn#ranger's apprentice#halt o'carrick#ra#rangers apprentice#cralt#ra fanfic#ranger's apprentice oc
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Day 23 - Knowledge
Halt sat with his elbows on his knees, watching the steam rise from the small hole in the ground in front of him. It twisted and turned through the chill air until it dissipated into the cold afternoon above him. Making bows was a contemplative task, contemplative enough that Halt had been avoiding it for several weeks now. But as he sat waiting for the steam to soften the wood strips he had carefully prepared the day before, he couldn’t help his thoughts wandering with the steam in the direction of Castle Redmont, and the boy residing somewhere within. He knew very well that this bow could end up being for nothing. It was unlikely that Sir Rodney would take the boy for Battleschool due to his size, and Halt was certain that Baron Arald wouldn’t deny his request to apprentice once he made it. But the boy could always refuse his apprenticeship. Perhaps he preferred the idea of farming to spending all day with a grumpy old Ranger. Maybe Halt’s own natural inclination towards the Ranger lifestyle was just that—his own inclination.
He rose abruptly, shaking the leaves off the cuffs of his pants, and crossed to the wooden board that covered the small pit he had dug to steam the bow. He pulled the board aside and turned his face away from the billowing steam within as he reached for the strips of wood. He had learned this trick from Temujai bowmakers many years before, when he had lived among them for a time, before they had declared him an enemy of the people. The steamed wood would bend easily, and when it was glued into place and dried, it would retain whatever shape he twisted it. He set one strip of wood against the toe of his boot and began to gently warp it with his hand. He would recreate the S-curve of the Temujai recurve bows, something he had practiced over and over. The boy was small, he knew, and it would take some time before he could pull a full sized longbow.
That is, if he could even pull a bow at all. Perhaps Halt wouldn’t be able to teach him effectively, even if he did choose an apprenticeship with the Ranger. He had good luck with Gilan, but Gilan was a fast learner anyways. His success as a Ranger was likely due to his own natural skill, not Halt’s instruction, and if he was honest with himself, it was more than likely just a fluke that Gilan turned out as well as he did. Halt’s hands moved automatically to the next strip of wood and the small jar of glue next to him. At this point, he barely even needed to think about what he was doing as he shaped the bow piece by piece. What if the boy went through his training and ended up dying to some mission due to Halt’s inadequate teaching? He had told Crowley that he didn’t want an apprentice more than a decade before, and yet here he was, choosing to take on another. Tempting fate, that’s what he was doing.
He shook his head slowly, looking at the half-formed bow in his hands. The sun was beginning to descend below the horizon, and Halt had reached a point in his craftsmanship where he needed to let the bow dry before adding the rest of the strips of wood. The bow was still rough, nowhere near complete. It lacked the grace of a fully formed bow, and it likely wouldn’t hold an arrow in its current state. Yet Halt studied it intensely, turning it over in his hands again and again; he had made dozens of bows just like this one, and he knew that his craft was sound. He could see the completed bow in his head, with the upturned tips of the string nocks curving gracefully into the grip. He knew it would shoot well too, once he was done with it. Halt looked slowly from the bow to the red walls of the castle in the distance, gently gleaming in the red sunset, and the faintest hint of a smile began to curve the edge of his mouth. The boy within was just as unfinished, a restless ball of energy with no training and no discipline. But he’d done it once before, hadn’t he? It had taken time and effort, and a great deal more patience than Halt liked to think about. But the knowledge Halt could give the boy might shape him into a Ranger worthy of joining the Corps in his own right. He set the bow in the crook of a nearby tree and began to walk back to his quiet cabin. Tomorrow was Choosing Day, of course, but Halt had already made his choice. Alright Will, he thought, Let’s see what you can be.
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His Worst Nightmare
Part Two
TW: Blood/Amputation
“Well that’s not going to happen, so try again.” Halt says bitterly. The man that took them just laughs.
“I admire your boldness, but don’t forget, I am the one in change here. If you refuse to do as I say, I’ll torture him myself, then you will watch him die.” Halt opened his mouth to argue, but the man turns to Will and swiftly slices him across the face. Blood gushes from the wound, rapidly seeping into the collar of his white shirt. The next cut is just below his left collarbone.
“Stop!” Halt shouts, struggling against his binds.
The man pauses and looks expectedly at Halt. Halt watches Will’s face closely, the only sign of fear was his clenched jaw. Halt was proud of his former apprentice, rangers were trained on how to hid their emotions and lie with their bodies. Will had clearly been paying attention to the lesson.
“It’s okay Halt. Do what you need to do to get us out of here.” Will said softly.
Halt clenched his fists. “I don’t know if I can do this.”
“Halt, I’m not walking out of here scratch free, and between you and him,” Will nods over at their captor, “I’d prefer it if it was you being the one doing the damage.”
Steeling himself, Halt nodded. It had to be done, but that didn’t make it any easier. “OK. I’ll do it.”
The masked man grins and cuts through Halt’s ropes. “Remember, the only way you both survive is if you listen to every word I say. Any attempt to escape will result in the boy’s death.” He leads Halt over to where Will is still bound and gives his two word instruction.
“Hit him.”
The first punch was weak and they all knew it. “Hit him like you mean it! You are a ranger not a 12 year old girl!” The masked man shouted.
The next hit hurt. And the next. After the fifth Will’s face was already bruising and blood was dripping from his nose. The man continued to yell at Halt, “Hit him harder!” “Make him bleed!” “If you pull one more punch then I’ll send an arrow through his throat!”
Will tried desperately to keep quiet, knowing that any sign of pain from him would make this ten times worse for Halt. But he was only human and eventually his tongue was so sore and bloody from trying to hold back his cries of agony, that he couldn’t control himself any longer. Shouts ands tears poured out of him uncontrollably.
After a while Will’s knees gave out and their captor had Halt switch from punching to kicking. Realistically, Will knew that it couldn’t have been going on for that long. But as blood ran down his face, blurring his vision, and his ribs cracked, and his lungs ached with every struggling breath, he could have sworn they had been at this for hours. He tried desperately to hid away into the depths of his mind. He tried to image he was back at the cabin, drinking coffee with Halt, or that he was riding Tug, Shadow by their side. He tried to image Alyss. Beautiful, wonderful Alyss. Alyss, who could make everything better by just walking into a room and smiling at him. He tried to picture her smile now, tried to let it being him comfort.
Tried was the operative word. Because as much as he tried, he kept failing. Each time he was able to image he was somewhere, anywhere else, the peaceful image was dissolved by a particularly hard hit. He was unable to escape, the pain rooting him to the harsh reality of his situation.
“Alright, that’s enough of that.” The man seemed bored by the whole affair and it infuriated Halt. His knuckles were dripping with a mix of his and Will’s blood. This was without fail the worst day of Halt’s entire life. And this monster was bored.
“You’re almost done.” The man smiled, and a naive sense of relief flooded through Halt. That relief was instantly washed out the by the man’s next words.
He toss Halt’s saxe knife over to him. “Pick up the knife, and take off his right arm.”
Halt’s face went white. The man had said it so calmly that Halt had to have misheard him. “What?”
The man repeats himself.
“No, now you’ve gone too far. I can’t- I won’t do this.” Halt looks over to Will, who is so out of it that he doesn’t seem to even be capable of understanding the conversation that’s happening around him.
“This is the only way to you are getting out of here.”
“Why? Why are you doing this to us? What did we do to you?”
“You sent an arrow through my son!” His words blazed, the first real emotional reaction he’s had the entire time they’ve been there. “You took his life, his future. Now, I’m making you take your owns son’s from him. A meaningless life as a cripple will cause him more pain and suffering than even death.”
“If your grudge is with me, then why not hurt me? Why not take my arm, my future?” Halt begged.
“Because there is nothing more painful than watching your child, your entire world, suffer. Beating you, harming you, would be too merciful.” Seeing that Halt still hadn’t moved to pick up the knife, the man continues, “You have a choice to make ranger. You can take his arm and leave, or you can do nothing, and watch him die.”
And as much as it nauseated him, Halt knew it wasn’t a choice. It wasn’t even close. He would not watch Will die today. He wouldn’t make all of the pain he had just caused him be for nothing. Will would survive today, and he would survive losing an arm. He would have a future and a life. Halt would make sure of it.
He picked up the knife. And did the unimaginable.
At first Will hadn’t even noticed anything had changed. The pain was just pain. He could do pain. He had been doing pain. He couldn’t remember anything but pain anymore.
Then, the pain changed. It became deeper. It hit the very core of his soul. Alarm’s rung in his head. BAD BAD BAD BAD. A voice shouted. SOMETHING IS VERY WRONG. YOU NEED TO STOP THIS. DO SOMETHING.
Something broke. He screamed. His vision was spotted with black. He tried to pull away from the pain, but his movement only sharpened it. He tried to yell stop, no. He tried to beg. Please. Help me. Halt. Horace. God. No one came. Nothing stopped. He summoned any strength he had left to lift his head and slammed it to the ground, in an attempt to knock himself unconscious, or to end it all together. His surroundings blurred for a moment, but then cleared. He had failed. He didn’t have any strength to try again.
“I’m sorry Will. I’m so sorry.” He couldn’t place the voice, but the words were soft and kind and Will wished that whomever was saying them would help him. Would do something to stop the pain. But they didn’t. After a long while, the sharp, burning pain stopped and was replaced by a tight feeling. Too tight. So tight that it hurt just as much as the sharpness of the first pain.
“It’s ok Will. Rest. I will make sure everything will be ok.”
Will still wasn’t sure who the voice belonged to, but he knew he trusted it, so he listened, and let himself fade out into the darkness.
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Hello! Requesting a trick featuring gilan please :D
Sorry it took a while. Here you go:
Gilan hugged Blaze close to him, burying his face and sobbing into the horse's neck. Blaze’s large, intelligent, kind eyes moved to look at her mentor, trying not to move too much.
Gilan moved away from Blaze’s warm coat and wiped the back of his hand across his face, leaving dirt smeared there. Gathering up his courage he moved to Blaze’s side, where a large gash, blood pouring out of it, was located.
Gilan had been fighting an enemy armed with a long wooden spear, intent on catching the man and bringing him to the castle for proper trial. The trial would almost certainly end in the man being hung. Gilan’s bow had been snapped from an earlier surprise encounter with the man in the woods, so Gilan had to get close enough to the man to get a good throw with his throwing knife or to get within sword range. The only problem with that was that once Gilan was in sword range, the man would have already been well into spear range, and Gilan would be skewered like a kebab most likely. If he used his throwing knife, he would only get one shot. If he missed, the knife would be lost in the grass.
In the end he decided to just wing it, thinking about it too hard would just distract him and then he would be dead.
The man’s spear had barely missed Gilan multiple times, but on one of those times, it had hit Blaze instead, scraping deep into his skin, and releasing a flow of blood that trickled out like a waterfall.
Fuck it, Gilan had thought, and as Blaze fell to the ground he kicked his feet out of the saddle, jumped out and just happened to land almost directly onto the spear crazy man. While landing, he got a two-handed grip and stabbed into the man's heart. The spear narrowly avoided jabbing into his eye and left a cut right next to it.
Now Gilan was desperately trying to stop the rush of blood red blood. He removed his cloak and bunched it up, placing it on the wound and pressing hard to try and stop the bleeding. Blaze winced at the pressure and Gilan immediately started making soothing noises, one hand moving to gently stroke her neck while the other kept firm on the cloak.
Gilan wished that he wasn’t so stupid. He had left his bloody first aid kit back at the camp, being in too much of a rush to grab it. He regretted that rush with every inch of his being. With a sudden feeling of dread, he noticed Blaze’s breath was slowing.
‘God, no no no no!’ Gilan said to himself desperately as he pressed down harder on the wound. But it was too late, and he knew it. Blaze had already lost too much blood and it didn’t matter anymore if he could stop it now. She was as good as dead.
Gilan moved back to Blaze’s head and hugged his neck, once again burying his face in her neck. Sobs racked his body and he cried hard, but quietly.
A short moment later the breaths stopped.
Hope it was angsty enough for you. Hope you enjoyed it.
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“You’re both insane,” Ferris muttered, shaking his head. “So we run headlong into a battle that none of us have any hope to win? What are we going to do if we all die?”
Halt shrugged. “That would hardly be a problem for a dead man to worry about,” he retorted.
I decided to try to start writing fanfic again so I posted this little thing on ao3
#just another O’Carrick sibling AU#halt o’carrick#ferris o'carrick#caitlyn o'carrick#ranger’s apprentice#john flanagan#ra fanfic#o’carrick siblings#fanfiction
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Just saying now, if anyone has any RA fanfic requests, you can send them to me and I'll write it (depending on what it is). I'll try to get it done among the many other things and other RA fanfics I have to write.
#fanfic#ra#ranger apprentice#rangers apprentice#rangers apprentice fanfic#john flanagan#ra fanfic#halt o'carrick#gilan davidson#crowley meratyn#will treaty#horace altman#cralt#pauline dulacy#whorace#hill#jenny dalby#craltine#haltine#willyss
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Fans of my version of The Royal Ranger might wanna reread it, because something big's happening in two weeks 😏
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Hello!! I’m writing a story about Caitlyn and the O’Carrick family visiting Araluen!
If you want to read, it’s under the cut :)
The guards of the Hibernian king marched through the streets of castle Araluen. Halt and Crowley stood in Crowley’s room. “Halt why are you so anxious for this?” The ranger commander said as he buttoned up his formal ranger clothing. “I have my reasons.” Halt turned around. “You said that princess Caitlyn is also coming?” Crowley nodded, his red hair getting a little looser in the braid and a bit of hair getting in front of his eyes. He sighs. “Halt you were right. Can you please braid it for me?” He mumbled. He didn’t like being wrong, especially in front of Halt. Halt walked over to him and sat down on the bed. He patted the green covers for Crowley to sit. “Always the red heads.” Crowley turned around to face the ranger with a glare. “Atleast I know how to cut my hair.” “Then why is it so long, Crow?” “Because you like braiding it.” Crowley rolled his eyes when he said that and smirked when he saw the other ranger turn a little red. Halt immediately shut up and rebraided his hair.
Crowley and Halt walked into the big hall where the biggest part of the evening would be spent. Crowley looked at Halt. “Why do you have your hood on?” “No reason. stop asking me these useless questions.”
Crowley got a little confused at the annoyed and harsh tone of the ranger. He took a second and realised that Halt was uncomfortable. “Are you okay?” Crowley halted and grabbed Halt’s shoulder to turn him around.
Halt froze up a little when he felt the warm grip of Crowley. He spun around to see the concerned face of the commander. He took a second to stare at his face, illuminated by the light of the torches. Halt looked down and let out a deep sigh. “I… I have a history with that family.” “What kind of history?”
Halt kept silent. He felt unsure and like a rock was on his stomach. “Halt?” “Nevermind.”
The younger ranger took Crowley’s hand and led him to the big hall. “I am keeping my hood up though.”
#rangers apprentice#halt o'carrick#ranger’s apprentice#ra#ra fanfic#crowley meratyn#ferris o'carrick#Caitlin O’Carrick
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me: "yeah I'm definitely an active writer in this community"
also me: *goes into my drafts every blue moon, adds one sentence to each one, then leaves and calls that writing*
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