#rangers apprentice fic

[ranger-raziel]

What if I wrote a cute little fic (it will neither be cute or little)

[celestelikestoread]

Hey guys!!

I am now pleased to say that All the Words we Didn't say is now out on ao3!!!!

I am so pleased with how it turned out so please go and give it a read, It will be worth it!

[squishydabinchi]

Okay okay, I just need to ask is there any market for reader insert Rangers Apprentice fics or is there only interest for plain old fics because in my case the first is so much easier for me considering the fact that I’m a chronic maladaptive daydreamer

[spooky-muldy]

no fuck you: writes another dad halt fic

enjoy this teaser

This is a mistake

Halt thought, staring at the sleeping bundle in his arms. Nothing good can come from this. Ahead stood the wooden door of the Ward, soft laughs spilling through the windows and cracks in the walls. He’d be happy here, raised in a loving caring home. He could make friends and not have to worry about people cursing him for his upbringing. Right, this was the right choice. Resolve steeled, Halt bent down slowly to place the child on the doorstep, reaching for the note in his cloak once his hand was free. With hands that weren’t shaky he cautiously moved to place the note on the blankets so as to not awaken the baby but, as if whatever Gods existed hated him, a small coo sounded from the pile. He frozen, arm outstretched and centimetres from his goal. Two big, warm, brown eyes stared back up at him with… curiosity? Kindness? He couldn’t place it but the feeling had him trapped and paralysed. His lack of response didn’t frighten the boy who maneuvered his own pudgy arm from the blankets to extend out to him, tiny fist clenched reaching for something. A soft tap on his arm brought him back as the kid stared at him with those eyes, a tiny smile on the soft face and an even tinier set of fingers wrapped around his own. They locked eyes for what felt like years of Halt’s life, joyful calming brown seeping into old tattered grey. Another coo and his heart was gone, bending the rest of the way down until his knees met dirt and he could easily pick up the boy again. A happy chirp came from under the blankets as the body was cradled close to the older man’s chest, hypnotising eyes finally shutting and the baby snuffing in content. This is a mistake, Halt thought, staring at the sleeping bundle in his arms. Nothing good can come from this. But when the lights in the ward dimmed down as the fire and candles were extinguished, and the boy shifted closer into his chest sleepily, Halt knew he didn’t give a damn if this was right or wrong. “Hello Will,” he whispered, more to himself and the stars than the baby in his arms who remained silent. “Let’s get you home”  

[spooky-muldy]

RA Fic Thingy

Look I’ve never written a full fanfic. Like most of you I’ve done semi-solid ideas for a story or some shitty short, incomplete, terribly written Wattpad “fanfic”, but that’s usually it. So I decided to enter in @aseikh​‘s RA writing collection thing based on the idea of “reunion”. However, I learnt about it two days before it ended and thus never finished/submitted it. Now I’ve actually nearly finished it and thought I’d share and excerpt from the story to see if anyone liked it. So here y’all go:

His hands, bloody and roughly calloused, were caked in the grime and splinters that came from the hours spent labouring on the paddles (although it didn’t matter, he couldn’t feel his hands, he couldn’t feel anything). There was no feeling in his legs but a tired aching pain that was rooted in the deepest part of his bones. The Old Will would keep going, just one more push, just one more movement, he would hold out hope that someone would find him, protect him, take him away and make him forget ever being here but Will now knew that having any thoughts of freedom were pointless and irrational (some deep, hidden, selfish part of him wishes, only when he’s too tired to move or fight back at night when it’s finally silent, that Halt would come charging through the snow and rescue him, take him back Home).

[solarishashernoseinabook]

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