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[ranger-sal]

Warning: child abuse

The whole fanfic is based off of it

It once again is below the cut, I hope it’s good :)

“YOU LITTLE DISRESPECTFUL BRAT!! You have NO idea how much time and money I need to spend on you! And yet you still don’t find it enough?!” The king was yelling loudly. The younger Prince was flung onto the ground. Holding his cheek on which he was slapped he looked up. Warm tears ran down his cheeks as his father went on a rant about how spoiled and annoying he was. “But I just wanted to show you my drawing..” the boy sniffled. The king stopped mid sentence and grabbed the prince’s collar. He lifted him up with ease and leaned in closer. “What did you say? Are we talking back now?” The prince’s face turned white. “Wait, no, no! I-I’m sorry father I didn’t-“ The king raised his hand and hit the prince on the face. He raised his child up further and let him drop onto the hard, stone ground with a thud. “I’m disappointed in you.” He took another big sip of wine and sat down in his chair. “You deserve way worse punishment, do you know that?” The king finished the bottle. “Way worse, Halt.” The king stood up and looked at the bottle in his hand. So did Halt, realising what his ‘father’ is planning to do. Halt backed away from the man in front of him. “Don’t you even try.” The man said in an aggressive and forceful tone. But Halt did try. He took off sprinting to the chambers of the man from Araluen. His footsteps echoed through the plain, stone walls as he ran and was chased. The hall wasn’t lit well and he almost tripped over a rug. A red, wool, beautiful rug. It was given to them by the king of Araluen. He quickly got back his balance and ran further. The bottle flew past his head and broke on the wall next to him. He let out a little scream as some of the glass got in his face. Then he reached the familiar door. There was still a soft light on. He knocked on the dark wood door and barged in. Bleeding slightly he leaned against the door, desperately trying to keep the door closed. “Get back here you little shit!!” The king screamed from the other side of the door, pushing against it. The king was build strong, unlike his child. Then another person crashed against the door. Shutting it close once again. After a while of standing there the king gave up. “Fine. Have it your way, brat.” Pritchard stood in shock.

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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.”

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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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I just came up with a little head cannon (i’m sorry if someone’s already came up with it)

But what if Halt feeds the stray dogs in Redmont?

To me he seems like the guy to secretly go out, buy lots of meat and go to a place where lots of dogs are. I feel like he also did that in Hibernia.

But maybe got caught doing it once and was locked up in his room

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I'm feel like this vibe from the O'Carrick siblings

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Okay, I wrote some more!!

Crowley went into the Arald’s office where Arald and Halt were seated. Halt drinking some tea to calm down and Arald trying to think of possibilities. Crowley walked in, his boots making almost no sound on the rug. “What happened?” The red haired ranger asked as he saw his friend sitting in a chair, making himself as small as possible and just looking miserable. “Halt what’s wrong?” Crowley was concerned about his friend. Never had he ever seen the other ranger like this. Normally he was this quiet but confident man. But now? Now he looked like a little kid who just lost his favourite toy. “He got accused of murder. And he doesn’t remember what happened. He said that he only remembers looking at the training wargals and then just nothing. Only the body of Alice and her blood on him.” Arald answered flatly. If Halt actually did murder the girl it was best to not make his execution extra painful for him. Crowley looked shocked at the accusation his friend is facing. ‘How did this happen?’ Halt thinks to himself. He can’t believe it. What if he actually did kill the girl? Crowley frowned. “Arald, is it okay if I ask him about it somewhere private?” The ranger commander asked. Arald nodded. “Come on Halt.” Crowley held out his hand and waited for Halt to grab it

The two rangers silently walked through the halls towards a more private room. Crowley was worried about Halt. The black haired man was walking abnormally close to Crowley. Almost like he didn’t want Crowley to leave. Once they reached the room Halt gave Crowley a hug and let out a heart breaking sob. “I swear I don’t know what happened. I-I was just watching, and.. and…” The Hibernian was stuttering and couldn’t figure out his words. Crowley felt pity for the sad ranger. Tears rolled down Halt’s cheeks, illuminated by the torch lights. Halt rarely cried. The only two times Crowley saw the ranger cry was when telling him about Pritchard’s death and Crowley confronting him about the scars on his arms. Crowley took a step forward and placed a hand on Halt’s shoulder. “I know. It’s okay. Just tell me what happened, okay?” His voice was soothing and gentle. Halt took a few deep breaths. “I was watching the wargals and.. I suddenly just.. teleported? No.. saw a battle field and then just nothing. Then I saw what happened in the kitchen.” Halt was trying to compose himself and he was starting to calm down a bit. “Anything else?” Halt shook his head.

Suddenly there a loud sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. “He’s here!” A messenger yelled as he burst through the door of the room, the door hitting the wall with a loud thud. Crowley and Halt quickly turned to the messenger. “Who?!” Crowley and Halt both asked. “Mor-“ the messenger gasped for breath. “Morgarath!”

The troops of the dark lord stormed through the villages. Wargals crashing through doors and grabbing people. Morgarath, riding his white horse through the chaos while being protected by a few men, is on his way to Redmont. Halt, Crowley, Rodney and Arald stand on the castle wall. They’re all still shaken up a little by the unknown murder. The men looked at the monstrous army coming closer and closer. A man from the people downstairs, who were protecting the gate, ran up to Rodney. “Sir! Si-” He suddenly stumbled a little as he felt a weird tingle- the same thing Halt felt in the mountains while spying on Morgarath- and had to steady himself. Rodney frowned. “What is wrong, Alfred?” Alfred took a few deep breaths. “Did- Did anyone feel that too? That weird tingle?.” Alfred asked nervously.

(Warning, mention of murder, death, blood and a corpse. Also, this is inspired of a post @an1d10t made. Hope I’m allowed to write this :). Also, it’s not fully finished yet)

He continued to stare at the wargals training. It was windy. The wind was cold and he could feel the salt coming with the breezes from sea on his face. He licked his lips clean from the salt. “Hm..” Halt liked the taste of salt. It reminded him of his happy years when he went fishing with his brother although that sadly had changed.

Every few minutes he’d get a weird, itching tingle in his brain with some kind of other place. It was weird and Halt found it suspicious. He looks up at the lord, the lord’s white hair waving in the cold, salty wind. He shivered. Then saw something from the itch in his brain. Almost like he teleported somewhere else for a short time. A battle field. A bloody battle field. He could smell the blood, the iron smell burning in his nostrils. He could see the lifeless eyes eyes of beaten bodies. He tried to focus on it but then it was gone. He sighed deeply and tried to focus on the Wargals again. Focused. He was focused enough to not feel that weird tingle again. Then it all just suddenly turned black.

He blinked his eyes and his vision came back. It was a bit blurry at first but then his eyes focused. And those dark brown, almost black, eyes focused on a body. A dead body. The ranger screamed in terror as he suddenly saw the bloody corpse of one of the maids. He looked at his hands. His eyes widened and he felt lightheaded. They were covered in blood. The warm liquid on his hands felt gross and weird. His breathing sped up as he backed away and bumped into the wall. He dropped onto the ground with his back against to cold wall. Cold sweat ran down his back as he realised what he might’ve done. It had been a while since he felt this panicked. This scared. He was still staring at the mangled corpse the only sound he could hear was his rapid breathing. ‘Did I do this?’ He thought to himself. He didn’t hear the soft footsteps on the stone ground. It was one of the cooks. Thomas. One of the new ones who had been freed from Morgarath. Halt looked at the cook with horror filled widened eyes and blood on his hands and face. He was confused and scared and it was visible. He had pulled up his legs and was holding his head. The cook looked at the scene. The ranger, whose eyes were screaming that he didn’t know what happened, and the mangled corpse of the maid. He screamed at the top of his lungs as he grabbed a kitchen knife to protect himself. the knife glinting in the warm torch lights of the kitchen. A few guards heard the blood curdling scream, just like Arald did. They all came running down the hard wood stairs which made hollow and loud sounds.

“What happened?! What’s wro-..” Arald suddenly stopped talking as he saw Halt at knife point, with blood on his hands and face, the dead maid and the cook pointing the knife at Halt. “Put the knife down Thomas!” Arald ordered the cook quickly. “He killed Alice!” The cook yelled in anger and fear. Arald looked confused and stared at Halt while frowning deeply. “Is that true, Halt?” “N-no! Of course not! Why.. why would I just kill her for no reason at all?!” Arald has never heard this amount of panic, fear and confusion in the voice of the ranger. “Then what happened, Halt?” Arald asked as he tried to stay calm, which was hard. One of his friends had just been accused of killing a maid. Arald had not known Alice very well but it’s still a big deal if Halt actually murdered the girl. “I-I don’t know..” Halt said while looking at the knife, which was still glinting dangerously in the torch lights. “Did..” The Hibernian was panicked and couldn’t get out of his words. “Did I actually?”

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Does anyone agree with me that it would be cool/scary if the eyes of people being controlled by Morgarath would turn into the colour of their iris?

Because I’m honestly planning on using that in the controlled Halt fanfic.

(I am planning on making an account on AO3 but I don’t know how)

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(Warning, mention of murder, death, blood and a corpse. Also, this is inspired of a post @an1d10t made. Hope I’m allowed to write this :). Also, it’s not fully finished yet)

He continued to stare at the wargals training. It was windy. The wind was cold and he could feel the salt coming with the breezes from sea on his face. He licked his lips clean from the salt. “Hm..” Halt liked the taste of salt. It reminded him of his happy years when he went fishing with his brother although that sadly had changed.

Every few minutes he’d get a weird, itching tingle in his brain with some kind of other place. It was weird and Halt found it suspicious. He looks up at the lord, the lord’s white hair waving in the cold, salty wind. He shivered. Then saw something from the itch in his brain. Almost like he teleported somewhere else for a short time. A battle field. A bloody battle field. He could smell the blood, the iron smell burning in his nostrils. He could see the lifeless eyes eyes of beaten bodies. He tried to focus on it but then it was gone. He sighed deeply and tried to focus on the Wargals again. Focused. He was focused enough to not feel that weird tingle again. Then it all just suddenly turned black.

He blinked his eyes and his vision came back. It was a bit blurry at first but then his eyes focused. And those dark brown, almost black, eyes focused on a body. A dead body. The ranger screamed in terror as he suddenly saw the bloody corpse of one of the maids. He looked at his hands. His eyes widened and he felt lightheaded. They were covered in blood. The warm liquid on his hands felt gross and weird. His breathing sped up as he backed away and bumped into the wall. He dropped onto the ground with his back against to cold wall. Cold sweat ran down his back as he realised what he might’ve done. It had been a while since he felt this panicked. This scared. He was still staring at the mangled corpse the only sound he could hear was his rapid breathing. ‘Did I do this?’ He thought to himself. He didn’t hear the soft footsteps on the stone ground. It was one of the cooks. Thomas. One of the new ones who had been freed from Morgarath. Halt looked at the cook with horror filled widened eyes and blood on his hands and face. He was confused and scared and it was visible. He had pulled up his legs and was holding his head. The cook looked at the scene. The ranger, whose eyes were screaming that he didn’t know what happened, and the mangled corpse of the maid. He screamed at the top of his lungs as he grabbed a kitchen knife to protect himself. the knife glinting in the warm torch lights of the kitchen. A few guards heard the blood curdling scream, just like Arald did. They all came running down the hard wood stairs which made hollow and loud sounds.

“What happened?! What’s wro-..” Arald suddenly stopped talking as he saw Halt at knife point, with blood on his hands and face, the dead maid and the cook pointing the knife at Halt. “Put the knife down Thomas!” Arald ordered the cook quickly. “He killed Alice!” The cook yelled in anger and fear. Arald looked confused and stared at Halt while frowning deeply. “Is that true, Halt?” “N-no! Of course not! Why.. why would I just kill her for no reason at all?!” Arald has never heard this amount of panic, fear and confusion in the voice of the ranger. “Then what happened, Halt?” Arald asked as he tried to stay calm, which was hard. One of his friends had just been accused of killing a maid. Arald had not known Alice very well but it’s still a big deal if Halt actually murdered the girl. “I-I don’t know..” Halt said while looking at the knife, which was still glinting dangerously in the torch lights. “Did..” The Hibernian was panicked and couldn’t get out of his words. “Did I actually?”

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(Warning, mention of torture and death)

They stared at the grave. The lady crying on the man’s shoulder. Crowley and Pauline. They stared at the freshly dug grave of their loved one. The wet dirt smelled weird but they didn’t register it. It didn’t matter. “He was young. Too young.” Crowley said. He wiped his eyes again. His sleeve was drenched in the tears. Halt. He’s dead. He was used as bait and said that he would find a way out. He didn’t. They fell for Morgarath’s trap and didn’t believe his threats. Now they know. That man doesn’t make threats. He makes promises.

That monster didn’t even make it quick for Halt. And not in a ‘he made him bleed to death!’ Something similar to that did happen. After hours of whatever the dark lord decided he would do- maybe even days. Crowley doesn’t know. Nor does he want to. He was the one to discover the body. Propped up next to a tree. It looked like the Hibernian ranger was attacked by dogs. Blood everywhere, limbs ripped off. The smell. When he closes his eyes he can still see the mangled body of his ‘friend’.