#wilyss

[rangertessadarling]

Will is described throughout the series as having an incredibly quick mind. He catches on to things fast, and his ability to put two and two together is uncanny, Halt literally said in book 9 that he would choose Will over Gilan and Crowley because of how quick he is (not to mention he's his son but whateva)

Berrigan said it, Halt said it, pretty sure Crowley and Arald have said it, Will. is. incredibly. smart.

Which makes his obliviousness all the more funny. Cuz you put this kid in a room of advanced battle strategists and King's councilmen and he can rise to the occasion and catch on to every word, and probably even help them out.

But you put him a situation where an equally as smart, equally as quick-witted, courier is in love with him and has given him every indication that she's in love with him, literally KISSED HIM several times....and he's still not catching the drift??

Hilarious. Comedic perfection. What an adorable little man.

[ragingadhd]

Shitpost based off this tiktok

[name-s-are-not-important]

Alyss after moving in with Will: Hey, what are the names of the people across the road?

Will, after some thought: Their dogs are Lilu, Paw and Ash.

Alyss:

Alyss: That's not what I asked

Will: That's the information I have

Alyss:

Alyss: And the ones behind the woods?

Will: Sadly they only have one dog and I’m afraid she's lonely

Alyss:

Will: But I won’t steal her

Will: Again

[burnin0akleaves]

(Will and Halt)

There we go, all the kitty cat sketches people requested plus the Wilyss that made me want want to start drawing cats in the first place. You can see the dip in quality as we go

[forgedroyalseal]

Ranger Gathering 2024

Day Two: Hero

Alyss slides up beside Will with two drinks in hand. “You know, I think gold’s your color.” She says passing one to him.

Will fought a blush and gladly took the offered glass. “This,” he gestured to the shimmering metal of valor pinned to his formal Ranger’s uniform, “is a bit much. I’d much rather be in my cloak.”

Alyss smiled at him. “Of course you would. Then you’d be able to sneak out of here without Cassandra catching you.”

“She promised me it would be a low key dinner with friends.” Will muttered, half to himself.

“To be fair, she is a princess. I think this is the simplest party she’s capable of hosting.”

“I just- it’s too much. I haven’t done anything to earn this.”

Alyss moves so she’s facing him head on, forcing him to look her in the eye. “Will. You deserve all of this, and more. You are a hero. I know that you’ve always struggled with feeling worthy, but hear me when I tell you that you are worth so much to so many people. And I’m at the top of that list.”

“Alyss,” He choke out her name, emotion washing over him.

“You matter Will.” She continued. “You’ve made such a difference in the world. And even if you retired today, even if you had never even become a ranger, you’d still matter. You’d still be a hero to me.”

[caffeineinducedbeing]

frostbound

---

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."

[rangerangel]

Just the quickest Wilyss watercolor study of The Kiss by Hayez. I'm facing a lot of art block these days, which has been so frustrating! My goal is to chip away at my big pieces, and occasionally post some small things like this just to stay active. Thank you all for your support <3

Edit: [Also the only bad thing about this painting as a reference is the HEIGHT SHE SHOULD BE TALLER I should have put him on a stool damn it]

[that-one-enby-ranger]

Will: I’m this close to falling in love with Alyss. Halt: Your fingertips are touching. Will: Exactly.

[monicaaaaatje]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Ranger's Apprentice - John Flanagan Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Halt O'Carrick & Will Treaty, Pauline duLacy/Halt O'Carrick, Gilan & Halt O'Carrick, Pauline duLacy/Crowley Meratyn/Halt O'Carrick, Alyss Mainwaring & Halt O'Carrick, Alyss Mainwaring/Will Treaty, Horace Altman & Will Treaty, Horace Altman/Cassandra | Evanlyn Characters: Halt O'Carrick, Will Treaty, Pauline duLacy, Gilan (Ranger's Apprentice), Crowley Meratyn, Horace Altman, Cassandra | Evanlyn, Alyss Mainwaring Additional Tags: mentions of trauma, Drug Use, Addiction, disabillity, it's gonna get angsty, back to book 9 bitches, will he overcome?, All of this takes place prior to the Royal Ranger Summary:

While on an assignment to deal with smuglers who want to bring illegal medical potions, broths and ingredients into Araluen, everything goes wrong what supposedly could go wrong. Will is old warm weed trauma is acting up again and while attempting to save Will and Horace from being overdosed by warm weed, Halt gets nicked with a knife glazed in an odd substance. Knowing from experience how bad this can become, the men ride for Redmont in the hope master Finlay, a former student of the renowned healer Malcolm, can be of assistance. They were no moment too soon; Halt falls unconscious on his horse and is brought into the infirmary, unconscious. Master Finlay explains to lady Pauline that the knife was glazed in something called a "slow, viral poison", meaning that how longer it is present in the body, the more damage it can do. Halt will live, as Will and Horace got him to Finlay within twelve hours, but how will he be when he wakes up? Will there be permanent damage and will Halt recover?

[rangercorpstherapy]

opinion on Will remarrying in the series?

there was an ask about this before and I wasn't really against it then but more a bit apprehensive. but after the council meeting i had with @burnin0akleaves about their will treaty love interest #2 i am, dare i say, swayed. (this is your sign to bully him about sharing more information about his gay bandit). But not on the marriage part. I just don't see him remarrying ever again, alyss was his wife, and i think he would feel to much like he's 'replacing' her if he marries again.

this is not to say that i think it's immoral to marry again after your spouse dies, this is more about how their relationship was written in the books. They were childhood friends, they are set up to us as THE couple on literally the first page. their love was a big plot crutch in first series and it was used as a catalyst for the start of the second. i don't think john f. can pull it off the write a second, just as convincing, romantic plot for will with over half his books being about how much he loves someone else.

if it was written differently it think it would've worked.

if im going to pretend john would even entertain this idea I would want it to be a slowburn. but I have the feeling he would rush it. "But many relationships took more than one book to get to the point of marriage/serious relationship", yes and no. even though most characters weren't immediately together, it was often plainly stated that they had feelings for each other, or there was talk about how close they seemed to be. i want a second love interest build from the ground up. i don't even want a 'they are beautiful' before we have known them for at LEAT one and a half books. i want them both the be traumatized and lonely and I want it to be a mutual understanding that they're not replacing their past lovers because for the both of them it was to big of a loss to ever get over.

[theraven-gil-lyn]

(minor)

‘But it wouldn’t be very diplomatic to do so,’ Will said.

Arazan’s Wolves // Ch 3

[rangertessadarling]

yes it's a crime that we never heard Will's best man speech for Halt's wedding, but what's more of a crime, in my opinion, is we never heard the Wilyss vows???

[ragingadhd]

canon

[name-s-are-not-important]

Modern AU

Will can say in over twenty languages "excuse me, can I pet your dog?"

Alyss can say in at least twenty-five "we're sorry, he just really likes dogs, just let him pet it and we'll go, please don't shout, we weren’t stalking you, really"

[forgedroyalseal]

When Will showed up at her door in the middle of the night, soaking wet, she didn’t think twice about pulling him into her apartment and pushing him towards the fireplace.

Wordlessly, she helps his trembling hands undo the buttons of his shirt and the laces of his boots. She wrapped him in a quilt Lady Sandra had gifted her, then hung his shirt up to dry and placed his boots near the fire. She set a kettle to boil and pulled out two mugs. Will’s eyes remained on the roaring fire, even after she passed a steaming coffee into his hands.

Nights like this, while not entirety expected, weren’t uncommon. Sometimes Will would return to from a mission with glassy eyes, that held oceans of pain and grief. He’d move stiffly and infrequently, his body numb while his mind worked overtime trying to blot out the horrors it had just seen. Sometimes she would talk to him, about her day, the gossip circulating the town, anything she could think of. But most nights, she just sat beside him in silence, waiting for him to thaw from the icy grip trauma and fear had on his heart. Usually she would fall asleep before him, slouching down into his lap, only waking when the sun finally streamed in through the widows. The first time it happen, she blushed all day, unable to look Will in the eye. But then he pulled her into a tight hug.

“Thank you. Thank you for being there for me last night. For always being there for me.”

And suddenly, she didn’t feel embarrassed or awkward anymore. So she kept opening the door, kept wrapping him up in love.

There was so little she could do to keep him safe out there in the cold, unforgiving world. But when he came to her, she could keep him warm. She could keep him fed. She could keep him safe from his mind and heart when they tried to betray him.

[caffeineinducedbeing]

white knuckled

---

"Alyss? You alright, love?"

A small groan emulated from the mound of blankets on the couch. Pauline snorted quietly to his left.

"How long has she been feverish?" Will asked as he moved to his wife's side, lifting the blankets near her face to lay one hand on her forehead and the other to cup her cheek.

"Since about 2 o'clock this afternoon. She said she felt queasy at around noon but didn't actually get sick until about 2"

Alyss' eyes peaked open slightly and her forehead wrinkled as she realized what was happening. "I'm sorry, Will. You should be working right now" she said in a quiet cracking voice.

"No honey, it's okay. Are you feeling any better than earlier? Pauline said you've been sleeping for about 2 hours now."

"That long" Alyss gasped out as she tried to sit up in a frenzy, obviously stressing over having been passed out on her mentor's couch for far too long. Talk about overstaying a welcome.

But she was weak, and all too obviously sick, and her arms shook with the strain of holding herself up, Will noticed this and hurried to lay her back on the couch gently.

"Lyss, stay still, honey, lay back down. Do you want to go home?"

Alyss looked up at him with glazed and weary-looking eyes and nodded pitifully. Her utter tearful disposition drew a snort from her husband and was almost enough to draw one from an amused-looking Pauline standing a few feet away. It was just so unlike Alyss, that it was humorous.

The usually assertive diplomat nodded teary-eyed at his question. Yes, she wanted to go home.

Will nodded at her with a smile still lingering on his face.

"Ok, can you stand? Want me to carry you?"

Alyss managed a small, exhausted smile through her weakness. "I think I can manage standing, though carrying wouldn't be a bad idea either."

Will chuckled softly as he gently helped her sit up. She swayed slightly, her fever making her feel disoriented. Will moved closer, his arm wrapping around her waist to support her. She leaned against him, grateful for his presence.

"Easy now," he murmured, guiding her to her feet. Alyss swayed again and Will tightened his hold on her. "Steady, love."

Pauline stepped forward, concern etched on her face. "I'll get the door for you two. Make sure she gets home safely, Will."

"Thank you, Pauline," Will replied, his focus still on Alyss. He started guiding her towards the door, his arm securely around her waist.

Alyss managed a weak chuckle. "I feel like I've been hit by a battering ram."

Will grinned, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, at least you've got a good story for later. 'Remember that time I got knocked out by a fever and ended up on Pauline's couch?'"

Alyss rolled her eyes, but a small smile played on her lips. "You're ridiculous."

"That's why you love me," Will said with a wink, his voice filled with affection. They reached the door, and Pauline held it open for them.

"Take care, you two," Pauline said, her voice warm.

"Thank you, Pauline," Alyss replied, her voice still a bit weak.

As they stepped out into the Redmont courtyard, the cool breeze hit Alyss' feverish skin, making her shiver. Will tightened his grip around her, his concern evident. "Let's get you home and into bed."

Alyss nodded, leaning against him as they walked. The journey back to their cabin was slow, but Tug was gentle, seeming to sense the distress of his riders. Will's support was unwavering, his arm around her waist providing her with the stability she needed. When they finally reached their cabin, he helped her inside and settled her on their bed.

"Rest up, Lyss. I'll make you some tea and get you some medicine."

Alyss nodded, her eyes already drooping with exhaustion. "Thank you, dear.” she mumbled.

He pressed a gentle kiss to her heated forehead. "I'll be right back."

He left the room, making certain that the bedroom door remained open enough that he could keep an eye on her from the kitchen.

When he returned with a steaming mug and a jar of herbs and supplements, Alyss had nearly dozed off. He gently nudged her awake, reassuring her that she could sleep after taking her medicine.

After she had swallowed every pill and drank half her tea, she curled into his side on the bed, her body still radiating heat from her fever, but at least she wasn’t trembling anymore, that’s a good sign.

If she didn’t break her fever tonight, he would take her to the infirmary. In the meantime, he held her while she slept, her breaths sounding deep and even, yet ragged all at once. Strained with her struggling nervous system.

Stroking her forehead, he gave the top of her head a little kiss, and for probably the millionth time through their five years of marriage, he thanked God for this woman. This amazing woman who somehow put up with him day after day, this woman who had seen him at his lowest lows and his highest highs, and still loved him relentlessly.

He didn’t deserve her, but he loved her, so so desperately. Life without her was unimaginable, making even a small fever such as this, terrifying for him.

How could the woman he loved not be in perfect health? How could he have allowed that? How did he not prevent this heinous illness from infecting his wife? Talk about a failure of a husband.

He didn’t realize his grip on her was so tight until this moment, he relaxed, his knuckles going back to their normal color after being a stark white just a moment ago. He clutched her tight as if he would lose her if he didn’t.

He sighed deeply, exhausted with his own mind. Logically he knew Alyss loved him just as much as he loved her, he knew her fever was not his fault, he couldn’t have prevented it.

So why did his mind proceed to torture him anyway?

He would never know. He clutched her tighter still, knuckles whitening once more, and gave her forehead another gentle kiss.

“I’ll never let anything happen to you, angel.”