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iwanttobepersephone · 2 months
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Hey has anyone ever talked about how traumatic holding Pritchards dead body was for Halt and how maybe whenever he gets a really bad depressive episode one of the things that keeps him going is promising himself to never have to make Gilan or Will do that?
Cause if they have I haven't seen it
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that-one-enby-ranger · 2 months
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Is this Pritchard?
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an1d10t · 3 months
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Halt: I hate presentations.
Pritchard: I know, but sometimes you just have to show people something in order for them to listen
Halt: like a knife?
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artsysurvivor · 5 months
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Fic where it's comparing Pritchard and Will's experiences mentoring royalty. Send tweet.
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Halt, remembering how Pritchard helped him by always making sure about his well being:
Halt: Are you feeling safe?
Gilan, caught during a midnight snack in Halt’s kitchen:
Gilan: WELL NOT ANYMORE
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Okay so I already have a headcanon that Halt swears and insults people in Hibernian all the time and gets away with it but
Imagine if one day he's with the renegade rangers and he mildly swears at one of them (all in good fun)
But Prichard is there
And he says, in perfect Hibernian, "I heard that"
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coffeewithhoneyissauce · 11 months
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rangerangel · 2 years
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How about a one-shot of Halt and Pritchard?
Here you go! Hope you enjoy, soft tw for implied abuse.
The black-shafted arrow plunged past the oak trunk and embedded itself in the dirt a few meters beyond its target with a THUD. The archer slowly lowered his bow and scowled at the offending weapon.
“How am I supposed to get any better if I can’t hit the damn thing one time?” groaned the young man in a lilting accent. He ran frustrated fingers through his curly dark hair and adjusted his arm guard fitfully. Across the clearing, an older man with gray hair sat on a fallen log and looked sternly at his pupil.
“That’s a good question, Halt. Of course, you might be better served shooting a few more times before you take a break to complain to me about it.”
Halt turned baleful eyes towards his mentor and picked up his bow again. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re an insufferable old badger, Pritchard?”
The old ranger let a small smile play around his lips, though he hid it from his younger companion. “You’re raising your elbow too much on the draw. It’s forcing you to pull with your arm muscles instead of your back. When you release, you’re snatching at the bowstring and it’s causing your arrow to go to the left. Here, like this.”
Crossing the clearing, Pritchard motioned for Halt to draw the bow again. This time he pressed the Hibernian’s elbow into the correct position. Halt took a deep breath and released the string, careful to ensure his fingers weren’t catching. The arrow slammed into the oak tree, about 20 centimeters from the red circle that had been painted on it. Pritchard watched his student’s expression carefully for any signs of pride or anger at having missed. Halt’s face remained neutral, but the ranger caught just a hint of determination in his dark eyes.
“Nice job,” Pritchard said, taking his seat back on the log and motioning for Halt to retrieve his arrows, “Maybe in a few years you’ll get the center.” The young man rolled his eyes and set his bow gingerly on the ground.
Truth be told, Pritchard had been wary of teaching ranger techniques to this boy. While Halt had been tightlipped about his past, it was clear that he was of some noble upbringing. Pritchard had quite enough of barons and lords back in Araluen, but over the past few weeks he had become impressed with the young man’s stoicism and work ethic. With practice, he could make a good ranger. Or, he would have made a good ranger, Pritchard thought ruefully. Watching the young Hibernian dig through the bushes for arrows, he felt himself slip back in time to the small cabin in his fief. Maybe in another lifetime, he could have trained the young man there like he had trained Crowley all those years before.
He brushed the thoughts off with a shake of his head. No use reminiscing about the past when the future was standing in front of you. Halt was getting ready to shoot again, but Pritchard called him over. “It’s getting dark. Plenty of time to practice tomorrow.” He noticed with a hint of amusement that the Hibernian had a few twigs caught in his hair from rummaging through the underbrush. Absentmindedly, he went to brush them away from the young man’s head of curls.
His hand froze as Halt flinched away from his open palm. The two stared at each other for a few seconds, caught in embarrassment. Halt looked away first. He angrily shook his head to rid it of the twigs and started to walk past Pritchard to their campsite. Pritchard took a deep breath and stopped him.
“Halt...” he paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. “I don’t know what your past has held, or who might have hurt you. And you don't have to tell me. But I can tell you this right now: I will never raise my hand against you in anger. You can miss every arrow you send at that target, and you will still never feel me hit you. I’m doing my damndest to make sure you become a ranger. And rangers look out for each other. Understood?”
There was a small silence between them before Halt managed to choke out, “Understood.” He turned his face so the older man couldn’t see the tears threatening to spill out of his eyes.
Pritchard put an arm gently around his shoulders and started towards the camp. “Alright, son. Let’s see if you can make a pot of coffee better than you can shoot that damn bow.”
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eglerieth · 10 months
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Do you know what would be really cool? A TV show featuring young Halt and Ferris. Episodes include:
• Halt finding Pritchard in the forest, maybe saving his life
• Halt and Ferris, envying each other’s lot in life, switch places for a day. It goes about as well as you’d expect
• Halt being totally in love with the legend of the Sunrise Warrior
• Halt kills a man for the first time. (It was to save Caitlyn.) Pritchard helps him come to terms with it, and Halt is one step closer the the lethal man we see in RA
• Halt and Ferris and their family go on a sea voyage. Both Halt and Ferris are incredibly seasick. Halt maintains his dignity a bit better, which earns him praise from his parents about acting like a true prince. Halt doesn’t have the energy to tell them that he cares more about his own dignity than stupid princely behavior, so he pukes on their fancy clothes instead. He thinks it gets the point across.
• Halt learning how to forge seals!
• Halt being the best prince Clonmel could ever hope for, but he doesn’t know it
• some of Ferris’s assasination attempts, and the people and/or events that pushed him to do it
• Halt cutting his hair with a knife for the first time, while trying to stay undercover for some sort of self-assigned mission
• more Caitlyn
• Halt learning leadership and tactical skills from his parents but using them in ways that would horrify them
If any of you have any more ideas, feel free to comment!
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Halt Receiving Therapy from Various People for His Many Issues (A Collection of One-Shots)
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/vIHF5yr by Void_Occupant Halt has literally an ungodly amount of issues that he NEVER talks to anyone about except the one time he talked casually about his incredibly traumatic childhood in book 8, then never brought it back up again after Horace and Will were reasonably horrified. Well, I see him help others with their issues all the time, and I figured it was time for this sad man to get some non-traditional therapy for his issues. (So, I just stumbled upon these sitting in my WIPs after MONTHS of me not even touching them, and I know the RA fandom is constantly starving for new content, so even though I don't know if/when I'll add more chapters, I decided to stop holding these two hostage. So pspsps come get your dinner) (Also-also, I will PROBABLY add to this. I just don't know when motivation will strike, so I don't want to get anyone's hopes up thinking it will be soon) Words: 4046, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Ranger's Apprentice - John Flanagan Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Halt O'Carrick, Crowley Meratyn, Pritchard (Ranger's Apprentice), Ferris O'Carrick (mentioned), Abelard (Ranger's Apprentice), Cropper (Ranger's Apprentice) Relationships: Crowley Meratyn & Halt O'Carrick, Halt O'Carrick & Pritchard, Abelard & Halt O'Carrick Additional Tags: Boys Will Be Boys, but in an actually wholesome way rather than an "excusing men for terrible behavior" way, Tickling, Men Crying, Cralt if you squint (you don't have to squint too hard), Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Character Death, (it's Pritchard so...), Attempted Murder, (it's Ferris so...), Broken Bones, Parent-Child Relationship, Panic Attacks, Halt is a chronic overthinker change my mind, Halt O'Carrick Needs a Hug, Hurt Halt O'Carrick, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, these chapters have been sitting in my WIPs for fucking MONTHS, One Shot Collection, use of google to reference medical treatment, Drowning, No beta we die like pritchard read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/vIHF5yr
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iwanttobepersephone · 1 month
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I just realized
Pritchard funeral has so much potential
Cause I refuse to believe he didn't get one and there's just like. So much emotion there.
Like, for one, whenever someone asks Halt how he's doing he reflects it to Crowley because "he knew Pritchard much longer than I did" or whatever bs but Crowley knows deep down Halt is hurting sO much more than he's letting on
That sorta stuff
I will be thinking about this the rest of the night
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that-one-enby-ranger · 6 months
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This is the most father-son thing I have ever seen. Pritchard casually teasing his son, while Halt is just ignoring him like the bored teenager that he is.
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an1d10t · 6 months
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I feel like Halt has a middle name.
Why?
Because then there can be a scene of Halt and Pritchard. Halt says something rude to someone on a mission where he was alone and Crowley gets a complaint about it. Crowley complains about it to Pritchard and Pritchard goes to Confront Halt.
He’s obviously not going to use Halt his real surname because else uh. Yea you know. That’s why it’s O’Aratay because I’m pretty sure he once introduced himself as Halt Aratay so why not
So Halt was just chatting with Farrel and Pritchard suddenly barged in talking loudly, saying ‘HALT, SEAN O’ARATAY. WHAT WERE YOU THINKING??’
(Yes I gave halt the middle name Sean because I wanted Caitlin to name her kid after Halt)
And everything just falls silent. And Halt turns around to see Pritchard charging at him and my man SPRINTS away
Like an Usain Bolt sprint
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artsysurvivor · 1 year
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[Image ID: 5 digitally drawn drawings with a black tool.
IMAGE 1: Halt with long hair and a dress, looking sadly at Caitlyn, shorter than him wearing boys royal clothing. Caitlyn is saying, "Sometimes I feel like we should be swapped."
IMAGE 2: Halt's looking away from the chest with an annoyed look on his face. He is tying bandages around the breast.
IMAGE 3: Halt with a cloak on, dagger in hand. The other hand is holding out his hair, the other is about to cut it.
IMAGE 4: Halt has short messy hair, a binder, and is now smiling with slight tears in his eyes. He's saying, "It fits great, Pritchard." Pritchard's head is in the corner, he is smiling widely saying, "Yay!" Beside him is an arrow pointing to him from the words, "Pritchard says Trans Rights & To Bind Safely!!"
IMAGE 5: Pritchard's in 3-quarter view, showcasing a bottle (a "Facial Hair getter thing") in his hands. He winks as he says, "Walla! Happy Birthday, Halt." In a circle in the corner, it's Halt with a clean face and he is flapping his hands excitedly.
IMAGE 6: Halt is now old (probably around his 30s/20s) and looks as he usually does. He gazes in the corner, thinking "Murder." He's having period cramps. /End ID]
I read on tumblr that it was trans visibility day and said to myself that it was a perfect time to post this. But I got too tired, so here it is now. :D
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King Oswald: What you did was completely unnecessarily risky, you pose a threat to society, young man!
Halt:
Pritchard, quietly: Halt, what do we say?
Halt: Oh, right
Halt: Thank you
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For the Trick or Treat thingy: can you do a treat with Halt and Pritchard?
Like, maybe the first gathering (but you know, Pritchard's still alive)
or, like, a halloween-esk celebration back at clonmel
Here you go!! Thank you for the ask ❤
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Pritchard had wondered if he would ever see a proper Gathering again. They hadn’t been an option in Clonmel, of course, but even before he had been forced out of Araluen the Gatherings had been different from what he remembered. As more and more idle sons of nobles had bought their oakleaves, the Gatherings had slowly transformed from a meeting dedicated to reconnecting with old friends and testing apprentices to little more than parties, where men who couldn’t tell one end of an arrow from the other sipped expensive wines and played politics with each other before retreating to expensive rooms in the inns to sleep. The farce had been too much for Pritchard and had, to him, been the final nail in the coffin for the Ranger Corps.
But this was different – or maybe, Pritchard thought with a chuckle, it was the same. There were only twenty Rangers at the moment, but they were laughing and talking with each other, telling jokes and reminiscing, and four of the younger Rangers had set up a game where they threw their knives at various burlap sacks that had been suspended from tall trees, hoping to knock them down and win the prizes within. It wouldn’t normally be a matter of skill for a Ranger, so the men would spin around in circles until they were good and dizzy before making the attempt. One of the men had fallen over immediately after making his shot, and his friends took a moment to laugh before helping him up.
Privately, Pritchard grinned to himself. He would never admit it, but he had played a similar game himself when he was an apprentice at the Gatherings.
His eyes travelled over the assembled group. He saw Farrel threatening to throw his axe at some Rangers who were annoying him, and he was threatening enough they nearly believed it. He saw Jurgen testing some apprentices who had been close to graduating before Morgarath started dismantling the corps. And, off to one side, he saw Crowley muttering to himself, practising what he was going to say and fiddling with the silver oakleaf he carried.
There was one person he didn’t see, and Pritchard slipped away to find him.
Halt was standing in the trees with Abelard. He had already unsaddled the horse and a bucket of water, half empty, had been laid out for him. That, combined with the nibbled grass in front of Abelard and the fact that the horse wasn’t looking in the least winded, told Pritchard that Halt had been there for quite some time, but he wouldn’t have know that just by looking at him. Halt was standing next to Abelard, one arm resting on his back as his hand scratched at the base of his mane, watching the Gathering antics with his typical blank expression.
Abelard snorted as Pritchard approached and Halt turned his head, eyes searching the trees. He soon located Pritchard, and nodded at him in greeting before turning his gaze back to the Gathering. Pritchard leaned against a tree and folded his arms over his chest, waiting for his informal apprentice to speak.
But Halt was very good at not saying anything, and after a few minutes Pritchard spoke up. ‘This is my thirty-eighth gathering, you know.’
Halt glanced at Pritchard, but still said nothing.
‘Of course, it should be my forty-second. I missed three when I was in Clonmel, of course, but I also skipped the one the year before I left. Morgarath’s laughable excuses for Rangers ruined the whole thing.’
‘Is this the same as you remember them?’ Halt said finally.
‘Essentially, yes,’ Pritchard said. ‘But you know, there’s something a little odd about this one.’
Halt’s eyes flickered to him again, and Pritchard went on. ‘I was expecting twenty-one people to show up. Looks like you’re intending to sit this one out.’
Halt shrugged and looked back at the gathering. ‘Never been keen on large groups.’
‘Oh come on, now,’ Pritchard said. He grinned. ‘Can’t be much worse than the parties you attended at Dun Kilty, now, can it?’
Halt actually turned to face him fully now, glaring, and Pritchard laughed. ‘Come now, it’s not that bad. You know most of these people, Halt, and they enjoy your company. And none of them will be trying to curry favour with you. Why not take part in the fun?’
Halt shrugged. ‘It’s for Rangers, isn’t it? I can stay here and be an extra set of eyes, a bit of security in case anything goes wrong, but I can hardly expect to be invited to take part.’
Pritchard took a moment to examine the young man in front of him. He was still wearing the nondescript green cloak instead of the official Corps-issued camouflage cloak, and still had his knives in separate scabbards, but the long bow on his back was as powerful as that any proper Ranger carried, the horse at his side was Ranger-bred. ‘Oh, I don’t know about that,’ Pritchard said. ‘You certainly look the part. And you can shoot with the best of them.’
Halt just shrugged again.
Pritchard went to him and put a hand on his back. ‘Come on now, Halt, they were all planning on you being here anyway. You wouldn’t want to disappoint them, would you? At the very least, you can tell them you plan on staying out here – though I doubt any of them would let you do that.’
After a moment Halt sighed. He saddled Abelard lightly, keeping the saddle loose so he wouldn’t have to carry it, and Pritchard dumped the water from the canvas bucket and collapsed it for easy storage. When they were ready to go, Halt put his hand on Abelard’s reins and looked out once more over the Gathering ground. ‘Are you sure about this?’
‘I’m sure.’ Pritchard patted his back. ‘Now come on. I think you’ll find Crowley has a little something for you.’
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