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Ranger’s Apprentice AU: Will/Horace

Horace made his way outside to sit under the shade of the apple tree. It was his favorite tree to sit and just think without being disturbed and he sighed happily as the sun hit his face and absorbed the warmth.

It hadn’t been a particularly difficult day of lessons, but he was feeling a bit fried from all of the dates and names they had taken down during class and he just needed a bit of time to relax and unwind.

As he made his way to the tree he was suddenly aware that he wasn’t the only one who had found the comforting shade, and he slowed down as he watched the small boy make his way from the opposite direction right toward the tree.

Will was small–very small. And when he had first come to stay at the ward a few weeks ago, Horace hadn’t realized they were close in age. He may have been big for his age, it was true, but Will was–minuscule.

They had all been briefed on the young boy before he had come to live at the Redmont Ward full time. He was a strange boy, most of the common villagers had been opposed to him being near them. Something about the boy’s “abilities” had thrown them off, but Baron Arald had agreed to let him grow up in the castle ward just the same.

Horace had only witnessed the boy do a few small things with his abilities, but he still wasn’t fully aware of what he could do or even how he could do it. Such uncertainty made Horace seriously rethink his resting place, but something told him to try and talk to the boy.

They would be living together for some time after all, and there was no use alienating the boy for no good reason.

So Horace continued his path toward the tree and tried to give a friendly smile when the boy–Will noticed him.

“Hi…I’m Horace…” He said uncertainly. They had all been introduced, but he wasn’t sure if Will would have remembered his name. “From the Ward…” he finished weakly.

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The creak of the front door being opened roused Crowley instantly, his heart hammering as whoever had entered his home grew closer. Their footsteps were soft, but with his enhanced hearing it sounded like stomping.

Slowly, he reached out, fingers curling around the solid grip of his staff, feeling his magic grow as he let the energy contained in the weapon add to his own.

It was barely moments later when the bedroom door swung open and Crowley sat up, the ancient words of a spell burning in his mouth and ready to cast when the man, an assassin, toppled face first to the floor with a dagger in his back.

Crowley blinked, and then a more familiar figure stepped into the doorway, green eyes aglow in the darkness that identified him.

“Remind me again why you don’t ward the front door?” Halt asked, reaching down to pull the dagger from the assassin’s back.

“Warding runes make everything smell like marshmallows,” Crowley answered. “You hate marshmallows.”

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Two Trips are for the Weak

I haven’t written anything in ages but I somehow manage to write something for a book series I read ages ago in an afternoon. Thanks brain. This is a Modern Ranger’s Apprentice AU. @recon419

Will climbed out of the car and opened the trunk to grab a few bags. He was about to start toward the house when Gilan stopped him.

“What are you doing?” Gilan asked with a frown.

Will stared at him, then down at the four bags he had grabbed. He lifted one arm, “Carrying groceries inside?”

“But why do you only have four bags.”

“Because that’s all I can carry?”

Gilan was already shaking his head. “No no no no. Here let me demonstrate.”

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I wrote this little thing out of inspiration from a post by @braigwen-the-scholar, basically it’s not much different but here ya go

“You be Halt?” “Yes.” A gray eyebrow raised in question at the disbelieving tone. “You couldn’t be Halt! Halt’s a fierce warrior, he’s seven feet tall, and broad as two men!” Halt closed the distance to the old farmer and grabbed his shirt. “I am Halt. I’ve grown shorter and smaller since then.” “But you ain’t no warrior!” “Because I’m not a man?” Halt’s eyes flashed and her saxe knife was out of her sheath and below his throat in a flash. “I don’t need to be a man to be a warrior. And besides, it doesn’t matter. You need to go to Baron Arald now while Will and I track the boar, understood?” The poor farmer nodded and when the saxe was removed he scurried off. Just before disappearing in the woods he turned and called, “I don’t believe you! People don’t get shorter and smaller!” Then he disappeared, Halt’s sigh following him. Halt remounted and she and Will continued after the tracks. Will shook his head at all the foolish people he’d probably meet while as Halt’s apprentice, too bad they couldn’t learn from each other. It didn’t matter if Halt was a guy or a girl, she could take anyone either way.

“If you weren’t accepted into battleschool, where would you have gone?” Will murmured, staring at the ceiling of his bedroom.

At the end of the bed, Horace sat bare-chested, mending his shirt where it had snagged on a thorn. The knight glanced over to his friend, a frown forming. “Why?”

From his position of laying with his arm spread out across the bed, Will awkwardly shrugged, his shoulders touching his ears. His eyes didn’t waver from the ceiling. “Just curious.”

Horace set his shirt down on his lap, considering the question. Thinking back to the Choosing Day, Horace recalled Will’s embarrassment at not being accepted into his first or second choice. Horace had gotten his first, and frankly, only, choice. He hadn’t had a second choice.

“I don’t know..” Horace said, looking down at his lap. He could feel Will’s eyes on him, and couldn’t bring himself to look up. “I probably would have just gone to the fields. I didn’t have any interest in being anything else, and I don’t know what else I would have done. I only had my eyes on battleschool, even if I didn’t make it to knighthood.”

“You would have taken the fields instead of being apprenticed in the stables?” the Ranger asked, incredulous. Finally, Horace looked up, and their eyes met.

Horace shrugged. “Probably.”

Will didn’t know how much longer he could take it.

Every day.

Every hour.

They expected him to be perfect, but he was anything but. Riddled with secrets, his life was constructed from lie after lie after lie. And sooner or later, they would learn.

It was a miracle that they hadn’t yet. That they stilled loved him and believed his word.

Will stared into the mirror, hoping no one would notice the dark circles beneath his eyes, covered with thick, skin colored make up. The scars beneath his collar were burned into him with his falsehoods, injuries once told and never explained. Even the one who knew every inch of his body, and vice versa, never had been told the truth behind their origin.

The collar itched his throat, the silver threads rubbing against the sensitive skin.

The false Ranger tugged at the collar and swallowed. He missed the hood of his cloak that would hide his face, his treason, his lies, and would just present a shadow and an even faker smile. The wisp of cloth was still there, but no cloaks were allowed for the wedding. Capes.

Will stepped away from the mirror, eyes immediately falling to his hands, just as scarred as the rest of his body. He ran his right hand thumb over the ring on his left hand.

If most of his life was a lie, than at least those above have so far allowed him to have this one truth.

He turned away, and headed for the door. No hood meant no lie to hide behind, and at least this vow he would keep with his last breath.

100 Diamonds in the Rough

Hey guys! Here’s the latest chapter from my 100 theme challenge, 100 Diamonds in the Rough.

Theme 26: Tears

“Mummy?”

Will’s eyes blinked open.

“Daaddy?”

In his arms, Alyss gave a heavy sigh.

“And there goes our peace and quiet.” Her voice muffled in his chest. Caitlyn’s nap time was the only chance the two of them got to spend time with each other alone.

“Mummmyy?” The voice was louder this time, with a hint of whining.

They both chuckled. Pulling away, Will stretched his arms out, then sat up suddenly. He looked down at his wife still snuggled by his side. He patting her hip gently.

“Well, it was fun while it lasted.” She smiled up at him and nodded.

“Daaaaaadddyyyyyy?” This time, the wail ended in a small, heart-melting sob that made the Ranger stand to his feet and rush to retrieve his distressed daughter from in the bedroom.

Sitting up in her high crib, Caitlyn’s mouth was in a small pout, her tear filled eyes covered by her unruly sleep-tousled hair. When she saw her father in the doorway, she attempted to stand up, only to fall back down and start crying. Will came to her, reaching his arms out and lifted her up out of bed. He hugged her to him.

“I’m here darling, no need to cry.” He soothed, rocking her back and forth.

He smoothed the hair out of her face and wiped the tears from her cheek. He watched as her cries slowly stopped, but noticed her small, adorable pout was yet to leave. He kissed her forehead

“Did you have a nice nap?” he asked gently. She didn’t reply, only buried her face in his neck. He kissed her again, on the crown of her head, and walked out of the bedroom to where Alyss was still laying on the couch.

The courier looked up when they approached, and smiled at Caitlyn.

“How was your sleep sweetheart?” She sat up, her arms reaching for her daughter. Will placed the baby in her lap and sat down next to them.

Instantly, the toddler started crying again.

Will laughed as Alyss started hugging and crooning, trying to get their distressed daughter to calm down.

“Look what you’ve done now Alyss!” He said shaking his head, mock disparagingly, bringing his face closer. “It’s alright Cait, it’s not that bad! Your mother is not that bad!”

Alyss glared at him, swatting his hand away when he tried reaching for the child.

“That’s not fair and you know it.” She hugged Caitlyn closer to her, kissing her tear stained cheek several times. “She just doesn’t like being put down after naps. Isn’t that right?”

She dug her fingers gently in the child’s side, tickling her. The sweet sound of her giggling filled Alyss and Will’s ears, bringing involuntary to both of their faces . Will took it a step further.

“How about a biscuit?” He saw his daughter’s eyes light up. He grinned “Would you like some?”

And just like that, the tears and the fuss was long forgotten. A huge smile spread on her chubby face, and she stood from her mother’s lap.

“Bitcut?” She asked expectantly, her big eyes locked on her father’s face

“Yes, my sweet.” Will lifted her into his arms, taking them to the kitchenette. “Biscuit. Let’s go get some.”

Alyss laughed and followed behind.

“I’d like some too please.”

The Echo of Your Absence: Prologue

Hi guys. So this is my to new story, The Echo of Your Absence. Its been an idea that has been in the making for a long time now. I’m pretty bad at commitment, so I can’t guarantee that I will complete the story (although I have written the last chapter), but I will definitely try my very best. And the more encouragement and support will definitely make it easier, so if you like the story please let me know!

There are two different versions of this story. The one on ff.net is rated T, it has little mature content and no curse words. The one on Ao3 is Mature, with sexual content and mature themes.

The Echo of Your Absence

Summary: The kingdom of Araluen is in terror and chaos, and King Duncan’s army is fighting against an unbeatable army. Will realizes that country is no longer safe for Alyss and their unborn child, and he makes a very difficult decision to protect her.

Characters: Will Treaty, Alyss Mainwaring, Horace Altman, Halt O’Carrick, Sean Carrick.

Relationship: Will Treaty/Alyss Mainwaring

Genre: Romance, Angst, Tragedy

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100 Diamonds in the Rough

New chapter!

And be warned…this one is heavy on the romance. It’s basically my version of what happens after book 6, after Will receives Alyss’ letter.

Read this chapter here: ff.net

Read from the beginning here: Ao3 and ff.net

029: Happiness

It was after sundown, and after a long day at work Alyss sat by the fire in her cozy apartments, a cup of tea in her hands. It was usually how she spent her evenings. With nobody to talk to, and no more thing to be done for the day. She usually didn’t mind being alone, she enjoyed peace and quiet. But as of lately, she didn’t like it as much. She smoothed a stray strand of hair away from her face, resting her hand on her forehead. She took a sip of her tea, hoping the uncomfortable feeling in her stomach would be washed down with the hot liquid. She couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Was it strange, She asked herself, that in all the quiet moments in her day the very first thought that comes to her mind was him? It wasn’t the thinking of him that was strange. She thought of him periodically before their time in Macindaw, about what he might be up to, or if she wanted to send him a letter. He was her friend, and she valued keeping touch - there were not many people in her life. But this, the constant remembrance…it was different this time.

She had sent her letter just a week before. She had been bold, declared her love to him, and then endured days of no reply. What if he never responded? What if the answer he gave was not what she wanted to hear. Her stomach flipped with anxiety at the thought, and she moved her hand to press it. She knew that if he didn’t feel the same way, her heart would be broken. And she would hate herself, for wasting twenty some years never telling the love of her life how she felt about him.

She took a sip of her tea, scrunching her nose in distaste when she realized how cold it had become. She stood up with a sigh, heading for the kitchenette to warm up her cup. She was just about to pour the liquid into the pot when she head a knock on her door.

Frowning, having no idea who it could be, she placed the cup on the counter and hastened to the open the door. When she opened the door and caught sight of person on the other side she felt her go throat dry.

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COMING HOME

Coming home

Will smiled. He had known Halt and Pauline would be waiting for his return. He appreciated how they had taken the time to wait for him, given that he hadn’t known beforehand how late he would be back. It was not just the sight of his mentor and wife that pulled his lips into a smile, though. Equally important was the tall, blonde woman who sat on the wooden bench on the verandah. One of her hands was softly scratching a black-and-white border collie behind her ears, the other was wrapped around a mug of tea, he presumed.

Will nudged Tug forward, onto the clearing that he knew so well. The Ranger patted his dear horse on his neck and whispered into his ears: “Let them know we’re home, boy.” His horse neighed an enthusiastic greeting. It was returned by another, similar looking horse, and then by the barking of Ebony, who had left her comfortable spot next to Alyss and now came running towards them. Halt and Pauline turned around at the sudden pandemonium of sounds. Lastly, Alyss’ eyes flicked upwards, and her grey eyes met Will’s.

How the ground between them was erased no one would ever recall, but one moment they were apart and the next they were morphed into a single being. The warmth of his body met her cold skin, giving hope like it always did. Will’s hands clasped around Alyss’s waist and lower back and the following moment she was in the air. They swirled around, Alyss screaming and laughing and Will simply smiling. All sounds and all pairs of watching eyes disappeared into nothing but details, it was just the two of them.

It seemed like an eternity, but only moments later, Will pulled his wife into a tight hug. Alyss pressed her head into his shoulder. “I missed you,” she murmured against the soft fabric of his cloak. Will softly pressed a kiss against her hair. He was overwhelmed by her soft perfume. “I missed you too.” He carefully pulled out of her hug and looked her into the eyes. “I love you,” he said, and leaned forward to push his lips against hers. Alyss smiled, then broke the kiss and reached out to his hands. “Come on, they’re waiting for you.”

In the couple of hours that followed, the young Ranger only let go of his wife’s hand once, which was when he embraced Pauline. Without Will’s noticing - he had been too busy focusing on other things, as Halt would later smirk - the old Ranger had taken care of Tug.

The young couple sat down on the wooden bench, facing their mentors. Will sighed.

Halt’s mouth twitched and Will was certain that he was fighting a smile. “Welcome home,” the old Ranger said simply.

All the anguish of the past days evaporated like the dew of the morning in the warm spring sun. This moment was a small vacation, a blessed relief from all the distress that had shoved its way into his brain. For a single moment, the reports and letters that lay waiting after such a mission did not matter. He lost the tightness in his chest. The muscles in his neck relaxed. After all that had occurred, he felt hope.

It was his favourite part of being a Ranger. Coming home.

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In the moonlight

As requested by @when-there-is-a-will

Hope you like it! First draft so open to edits, but I had to post :’)

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IN THE MOONLIGHT

It had been a long two weeks.

By the time he got home, after almost three weeks of being away, night had fallen and enveloped the forest in a blanket of darkness. The Ranger and his horse rode over the path that led to their cabin in the woods, guided only by the light of the moon.

Will shivered. Cold air ran right through him and he pulled his mottled cloak more tightly around him. He could feel the hairs on his arm raised and the bite of the wind had left its mark in the form of small bumps that were tingling on his arms, but its bite was more than flesh deep. His blood ran cold through his veins and his bones were chilled. On top of that, he could barely see his hand if he held it up in front of his face, even though the moon shone bright in the inky blackness of the night. But the light of the day had long since ebbed and dwindled to nothing, and the light and warmth of the sun had been replaced by the darkness and cold of the night.

But they were almost home.

The moonlight splashed down its watery white-silver glow onto the forest, illuminating it. The trees were silhouetted against the deep velvety sky. Fallen leaves littered the walkway, bathing it in dark red and orange, and Will stepped on them with a satisfying crunch. A lantern stood illuminating on the veranda, and the familiar yellow glow made the house feel warm and inviting. A brand-new flower pot to the right of the door was filled with pink and yellow chrysanthemums.

The metal of the doorknob was cold against his palm and he twisted it with ease, entering the dark living room. He stepped lightly over the threshold, pulling the door in a soft click behind him. He hung his cloak on one of the hooks in the wall, his bow and half-empty quiver next to it. The cabin was completely silent, no sounds emerging from the forest either. It was an unmanly hour, and Will supressed the habit of making coffee. He was tired, and didn’t want to risk waking up Alyss.

So instead he carefully walked through the living room, towards the bedroom, avoiding all spots he knew would crack. He opened the door and closed it again, carefully and slowly, all so he wouldn’t wake up his wife. He was greeted by another wave of coldness that ran through him, making him shiver once again.

He loosened his belt with the double scabbard, and laid it on the nightstand next to his side of the bed. A sliver of moonlight spilled into the room and onto his chest and shoulders as he changed into his night clothes. He had to bite his lips in order not to groan; the wound in his side could not yet bear any stretching.

But then, he finally lifted the covers, laid down and smoothed them down again, making sure as little as possible of Alyss’ body heat would escape.

Will carefully rolled onto his side and looked at her. Her features were soft, her chest moved up and down slowly and she looked peaceful in the single beam of moonlight that illuminated her face. Her hair was messy from the sleeping, loose, rather than braided, like normally. But it was his Alyss.

Just as he yawned, his wife’s eyes opened and she turned her head towards them. Her eyes were a soft silver in the moonlight, and for a moment, Will was speechless. She smiled.

“Hey.” Her voice was soft, and full of sleep, but also sounded relieved.

“Hey.” He grinned back, pressing a kiss on her forehead after. “I’m sorry for waking you up.”

She laughed softly. “No you’re not,” she replied, her soft lips still pulled up into a smile. “You’re sorry you didn’t come home sooner.” Will’s lips were now pulled into a smile as well, and he played with one of the strings of her hair.

“I am.”

The tip of her finger softly caressed over a long cut that ran along his jaw.

“You’re hurt.” His hand caught her finger and stopped it from running over the cut again.

“It’s nothing.” Her other hand found the bandage that was wrapped around his torso, and she looked at him, concern evident in her eyes.

“What happened?”

“It’s nothing,” he snapped.

Will threw back the covers and sat up, his legs dangling over the edge of the bed. He held his head in his hands, his eyes closed, so she couldn’t see the coldness that radiated out of them.

Just as the first bite of col air creeped under his night-shirt, Alyss’ hands moved around his middle, warm and soft. In seconds her body was moulded to his own, sharing her body heat as easily as she shared her heart.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

She said nothing but wrapped her hands around his strong, muscular body and hugged him close. A slow, and luxurious hug. Her chest rose and fell against his back, their breaths in unison.

“Are you okay?” she whispered in his ear, laying her chin on his shoulder.

He shook his head and sighed. “It’s just been a long two weeks.”

She made him around, so their faces were just a few centimetres apart. She stroked his hair out of his face, her hands aligning it.

“But now you’re home.”

She leaned in, so her forehead rested against his. They closed their eyes. “Thank you,” she said, in barely more than a whisper.

“For what?” he replied, his voice low and soft.

“For always coming back to me.” Her voice wavered, revealing the fear that went with either of them leaving. Both their eyes flicked up, away from the other person’s lips and towards their eyes.

They stared at each other, deep into each other’s eyes. Will’s full of wonder and love, Alyss’ full of love and passion. No words were spoken but a story of worthy of them was communicated.

Finally, their lips touched. Sparks flew in every direction, brighter than the stars in the dark night. The world was slowly disappearing around them, along with their worries, their troubles and their problems.

They pulled apart and took shaky, shallow breaths. Unable to contain themselves anymore, Will held Alyss’ head in his hands and pulled her into a fiery and passionate kiss. Her hands worked their way around his body, feeling each crevasse, each line along his perfect physique.

Moments later they pulled apart. Alyss smiled lovingly at him, her soft hands finding their way to his face once more. She leaned in and landed a loving and intense kiss on his cold lips.

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, gently rubbing her arm. Despite the heaviness in her stomach, it fluttered at the feeling of her body pressed against his. She sunk into the warmth of his side, appreciative of the simple gesture. His touch made the room warmer somehow, her future within its walls seeming a little less bleak.

She laid down her head on his shoulder, pulling up the bedsheets so they would cover them both. Will pressed a loving kiss on her blond hair, then rested his own head on hers. Their hands found each other.

A single beam of moonlight illuminated the couple, as they fell asleep together.

Alyss was right, Will realised.

He was home.

Will didn’t know how much longer he could take it.

Every day.

Every hour.

They expected him to be perfect, but he was anything but. Riddled with secrets, his life was constructed from lie after lie after lie. And sooner or later, they would learn.

It was a miracle that they hadn’t yet. That they stilled loved him and believed his word.

The collar itched his throat, the silver threads rubbing against the sensitive skin.

Will stepped away from the mirror, eyes immediately falling to his hands, just as scarred as the rest of his body. He ran his right hand thumb over the ring on his left hand.

If most of his life was a lie, than at least those above have so far allowed him to have this one truth.

He turned away, and headed for the door. No hood meant no lie to hide behind, and at least this vow he would keep with his last breath.