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ezraspiderwick · 3 years

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When Adventure Calls (pt.2)

Part one can be read here

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Beezie’s Christmas Countdown Day 2

Prompt: Maps

Pairing: Lee Scoresby x Reader

Summary: You go on a little adventure with Lee and Hester

Warnings: None

Word Count: 985

Lee had not been lying when he said his balloon was a couple of hours away. It had been four hours of walking so far and you were freezing and tired, your feet feeling heavier with every step.

“How much longer?” You asked him.

“We’re almost there.” He replied.

“If by almost you mean half an hour more of walking then yes, we’re almost there,” Hester added.

“It’s only like 20 minutes,” Lee said.

Great 20 more minutes.

A bird flew right by you, stopping on a nearby branch. You stopped to watch it, not noticing Lee had kept walking without you. When you turned and he wasn’t there you rushed to catch up with him. You noticed the steps turned left and you went after them so fast you almost bumped into Lee who was standing there with a big smile on his face.

“Here she is.” He said under his breath. “Y/n meet my balloon. She might not look like much right now but wait till you see her in the air.”

It was smaller than you had thought it would be, but then again you had never seen a hot air balloon in real life before. Lee rushed inside and started moving things around. You walked up to the balloon and leaned on its frame watching as he turned on the fire in the middle. He seemed so happy and at peace, you could feel he belonged here. He knelt next to a box, Hester hopping to his side.

“They better be there Lee, we can’t lose them.”

“I know, I know,” he said and lifted the lid. “They’re still here.”

“What is?” You asked curiously walking towards them.

“The cargo we have to deliver tonight.” He took something out and handed it to you, it was a scroll. “Go ahead, look inside.”

You opened it to find the most beautiful map you had ever seen, it was full of colors and details.

“Beautiful, right?”

“Yes.”

“And there are more, they show the whole world. Not as impressive as seeing it with your own eyes but it sure is something.” That cheeky smile appeared again. “Let’s get this girl up in the air.”

As the balloon went up an uncomfortable feeling took hold of your stomach, the ground became smaller, and fear started to set in. You had forgotten to mention your fear of heights. You held onto the railing as hard as you could, making your knuckles white, and closed your eyes. You felt a hand on top of yours.

“You can open your eyes if you want. I promise you’re safe.” Lee’s voice managed to make its way through the fear that had taken hold of your brain.

You opened your eyes to see the landscape in front of you, the clear sky full of clouds took your breath away. It was truly beautiful.

“Like the view?” He asked.

You looked at him, he was leaning against the railing, his hand still on yours.

“I do.” You smiled at him.

“I am enjoying it too.” He said, his eyes never leaving yours.

You felt the heat on your cheeks and quickly moved your hand away with the excuse of seeing the maps again.

One of the things that surprised you from flying was how cold it got up there after the sunset. You hugged your jacket closer to your body wishing you had brought something warmer. The thin piece of clothing did little to stop your whole being from freezing. You did your best to hide the shivers but apparently, it wasn’t enough as Lee approached you with his coat. Standing in front of you he wrapped it around your shoulders. He was so close you could notice the steam coming from his breathing.

“You’re going to freeze.” You tried to argue.

“Nah, Hester and I can take the cold. Not our first rodeo.”

“If you say so.”

He was slowly leaning in and closing the distance between you, making your stomach flutter with anticipation.

“We’re here!” Hester said interrupting whatever was about to happen.

Lee looked at you one last time before heading to the control panel to land the balloon.

The landing wasn’t as smooth as you would have wanted, given it had included you yelping and Lee laughing at you and teasing you until you reached the town. It was a rather small place and you stopped often to look around. You finally got to the library, the place where Lee had to deliver the maps.

“I'll be right back. Just don’t wander too far and don’t tell people you don’t have a daemon.” He whispered into your ear, his beard tickling you.

You leaned against the wall and observed the few people that were still out at night, you were surprised to see the variety of daemons that existed. You were thinking about what your daemon would be when Lee came out of the shop.

“All done. Wanna go eat something?” He shook a small bag making the coins clatter against each other. “My treat.”

During dinner, you could tell there was something on Lee’s mind as he was picking apart the bacon but not really eating it.

“A penny for your thoughts?” You asked him.

“Huh?”

“She wants to know what’s on your mind, Lee.” Hester, who was more jumpy than usual, said before you could.

“I got information about an old friend who’s in trouble.” He told you.

“And you want to help him.” You guessed.

“Yes.” He looked into your eyes.

“But…”

“But he’s up North.” he finished.

“And?”

“And I have to take you home so that has to wait.”

“You know… maybe I could stay a couple more days. To get more inspiration for the book.”

His eyes immediately lighted up.

“Really?”

“Yes really.”

When he gave you the biggest smile you knew this wasn’t an adventure you would regret.

#lee scoresby #lee scoresby x reader #hdm #his dark materials #beezie december #bee castle writing #cutting it close to midnight #but here it is #didn't get to proofread this as much as I would have wanted to #sorry for any mistakes #this concludes When Adventure Calls #tomorrow we have a Jack fic

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katie-writes24 · 4 years

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Another Life, Another Adventure

Pairing: Lee Scoresby x reader

Warnings: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2!!!! Language, angst, violence, too many flashbacks, suggestive material, fluff (shockingly) hurt/sad shit, and buckle your seatbelts because this shit is a rollercoaster that just goes DOWN!

Ahaha, we are coping this way, 3.2k words baby. I’ve never written a story so fast! But yeah, lemme know if you want to be tagged! PLEASE give feedback, it’s greatly appreciated and I need assurance that my writing isn’t shit because I’m desperate. So....anyway, good luck? Because yall already know where this is heading, but I’m not going to put it in the warnings because ya know, SPOILERS?

There was no point in arguing, not with the magisterium on their tail, not with Lee’s injured foot, and not with Lyra in need of safety. Jopari even tried countering, insisting that there had to be another way. Y/N couldn’t say that she disagreed. After all the blinding chaos they’ve escaped, there had to be another way around this.

“I’ve made my choice,” Lee huffed, giving a stern look at Jopari. “You’re it. Now find the bearer.”

Y/N and the shaman shared a look. They both knew of the promise he made with Lee, and they both knew how important it was for Lyra to be protected.

“You’re a good man.”

“Just remember your promise. I love that little girl like a daughter.” Lee fumbled with his shotgun, loading the bullets and talking fast.

“I remember. You have my word. I’ll make sure she’s protected by the knife.”

“That’s all I need to know…” He stuck his hand out and firmly shook Jopari’s hand, both nodding, both knowing of the rough journey ahead. As the shaman stood up, he hesitated and it caused Lee to look up at him before looking at her with a raised brow.

Y/N took a deep inhale before nodding for him to go along.

“Y/N-”

“You’re out of your mind if you think-”

“Y/N, go!” He gripped her arm and it only made her push back.

“No, no! You listen to me!” Soft hands held his face in a firm grip. Y/N was close and made sure to hold eye contact. “You forget what I said at the start of this? We’re a package, which means I go where you go. I didn’t leave my home in Texas just to get all the way here and leave you, Lee!”

The day he approached her with the proposition of going back to find Iroek was still fresh in her mind. Y/N had seen the aeronaut be ambitious before, but the determination in his eyes was unstoppable that day. Since then they were up in that balloon for weeks, months with each other.

“You want me to come along?”

“I could use the company.”

“And what will people say when they see you with a leash on a so-called ‘townswhore,’ hmm?”

“Darling, since when have I ever cared what others think? I ain’t a Prince Charming myself.”

Though neither of them could predict that that small journey would lead to something much bigger and more complicated than expected, they still didn’t leave each other’s side. Not when Iroek refused to talk, not when Lord Faa made snarky comments on how helpful someone with Y/N’s type of occupation could actually be, and not when they were separated from Lyra.

Lee squeezed her wrist and bowed his head. Y/N took that as he had given up arguing, and she turned to look at Jopari staring in discomfort. Hester and Owen hunched over each other, having their own way to keep each other safe. They all probably made quite the scene.

“Don’t worry about us. Just...go protect Lyra, please?” Y/N waved him away with a nod, and soon Jopari was out of sight, leaving them with a soft goodbye.

How they caught up so quickly, they’ll never figure out, but bullets kept flying back and forth. Only minutes later Lee turned back to Y/N, holding up his pistol and sighing, “I’m out.”

“Let’s move, then, c’mon.” She held out her hand and pulled him up, watching Lee set down his hat and leave behind yet another meaningful piece to him.

Guards were still yelling, voices getting only closer. They trudged through the forest, Hester and Owen leading the way. However it was only a matter of time before Lee couldn’t bear to walk on his damaged bone any longer. Y/N felt her entire body shaking, loading up her gun with her last round of ammo before listening to what Lee was saying.

“Remember the games we used to play when we were little?” He glanced at Hester as he shifted.

“The Alamo.”

Feeling her stare on him, Lee turned to Y/N, chuckling, “The Alamo. Taking turns being Danes in French.”

“They’re still coming,” Owen stepped down from his perched stance on the rock, burrowing into Y/N’s side.

“How many bullets do we have left?” He was breathing harder, and it did nothing to help Y/N’s nerves. It was like a clock ticking in her head. It was a gut feeling, this was all so much different then when they would get into a natural bar fight, or even when she had to watch Lee get abused from the magisterium and Coulter. When she looked at Owen, she knew he felt it, too.

“About thirty,” Hester drew her ears back in fear, while Lee only nodded determinedly. His eyes met Y/N’s and she cleared her throat.

“I got one round left,” She whispered. Lee reached down and squeezed her hand before sighing.

“Well, let’s make every single last one count then,” With that he cocked his gun and turned to shoot, Y/N doing the same.

On each side of the stump they took their stance, like a routine, both shooting at their respective sides. Hester helped by calling out where to aim, and Owen did his best to do the same.

“I’m running out!” Y/N hated to admit it, but when she ran out that only meant for one shooter, and who knows how good that could go.

“Me too,” Lee kept firing.

“Don’t think about that!” Owen chirped.

“What should we think about?” She almost missed one, her hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

“Think about anything. Think about bacon. Just keep shooting!” Hester spoke before returning to yell where to shoot at next.

“And who are you?”

“Y/N L/N, we’re sort of a package. I go where he goes.”

“And what, exactly, do you bring to the table Miss L/N?”

“I might not be able to fly, but I’m a pretty good shot.”

Y/N was overwhelmed, between the gunfire and the yelling and her heart beating fast and the dangerous thoughts in her head, she wasn’t going fast enough. Even with her limited count, she was going slower than Lee. One guard was on the top, and just as she was about to shoot, he fired to her left.

“Y/N, go high!” Owen called, yet it was a little late.

The sharp clip shot right next to her, and with Lee doubling over only meant one thing.

“Lee!” Y/N yelled all while shooting at the man behind the boulder. She crouched behind the stump and felt her eyes grow.

“It’s nothing big! A bullet clipped your scalp, but no great damage!” Hester urged, voice shaky. He held onto the top of his head as blood ran down the side. There was no sugar coating how bad this was getting. Y/N only had one bullet left, using it to shoot the guy who was only coming closer.

“Did you count how many fell?” He was taking his time, why was he taking his time? Tears welled up in Y/N’s eyes as she listened to shots fire all around her, watching Owen tremble at each round.

“This is my fault isn’t it?” Hester whined.

“How’d ya figure?”

“I’ve always stopped you both before.”

“You always pushed us,” Lee locked the gun and looked at his daemon with concern. It made Owen flap his wings in a protective manner, even though he stopped being able to fly straight a while ago.

“Only when there’s an adventure on the way-”

“Hester,” Lee huffed softly. “There were always adventures.”

Y/N bit down on her lip as she agreed; there always was an adventure.

“You know, if you were going to start trouble, you could’ve at least finished it!”

“Well who said I haven’t yet? You know I love a good chase, doll.”

It was like a film before her eyes; from the moment the two first met there was always a thrill, whether it be them on the run or her own feelings for the aeronaut. Her mother once told her that Y/N would find a good husband in a local bookkeeper, that way she would live a simple life, stay far from any danger. It was almost laughable how much danger she had been put through since meeting Lee.

“I totally understand now,” Y/N shook her head in admiration. “Living this life up in the stars...it’s beautiful.”

“You’d think it would grow old, but it’s a different picture every night.”

She looked back at Lee, smirking. “I’d love to see it.”

“So stay.”

From her first steps into the balloon, Y/N found it comforting. The small home Lee had made for himself up in the sky had quickly grown on her, just like the man himself.

“You’ll find a change of mind sooner or later.”

“What little faith you have of me. And how dare you try to insinuate how I should feel-”

“I’m not insinuating anything, I’m just...I’ve got jobs, I’ve got places to go and I can’t settle just yet.”

“Then I’ll follow you.”

“Now why would you want to do that?”

“If you want me to leave so badly, then say so. But I finally found a life that excites me and I don’t plan on giving that up.”

And even after the years of knowing one another, and the months of traveling together, those feelings were never labeled. Although two beds turned to one, and outsiders' judgment was unique, neither Lee or Y/N dared fixed it. Lyra even asked about the travelers status, and while being one rambunctious and curious girl, she luckily got distracted easily as Y/N pushed the subject away.

The two have been through hell and back, each seeing the other at their weakest while never being one to judge. They both had too many faults, there was no judgement to be made to the other. Maybe that’s what made them so similar. Maybe that’s why they were so drawn to each other.

Her dangerous acts she was thinking of were as equally dangerous as losing focus, as she felt a sudden pain strike her right below her collarbone. Owen cried out and they both fell to the ground. It took her a moment to recover from the shock, but she eventually reached down to feel the damage, a knowing liquid already flooding out slowly.

“Lee…”

The aeronaut swallowed at her broken voice, watching the blood escape from her wound. The distraction only caused him to lose aim, and he lost his balance as a bullet hit his shoulder. He fell onto his back, letting out pants and huffs.

“C’mon, tough guy, too old for a fight?”

“Let me catch my breath, will ya?”

“You can tap out. I won’t hold it against you.”

“Maybe, I was just thinking of other activities,” He towered over her as his eyes grew dark. Y/N swallowed before chuckling.

“Like what?”

Lee pushed a strand of hair behind her ear before leaning down and taking the lobe into his mouth. She rested her hands on his chest as her head fell onto his shoulder. As his lips dragged up the shell of her ear, his hands took her own and slowly brought them down to his belt. Just as Y/N was about to unbuckle the fabric, her arm was twisted behind her. Her chest fell down onto the railing before her and she winced.

“Word of advice: never get distracted when it comes to your life.”

Call it the wrong time and place, but as Y/N stared into his brown eyes, she found herself reminiscing. She was always bad at holding eye contact, it made her feel so small. Yet, every time she looked into these orbs she felt safe, she felt warm. She wished she looked into his eyes more....

But the look he was giving her now...it was endearing.

It was almost like he was doing the same as her, taking it all in one last time.

“Lee,” Hester gasped out. “The clout pine. Maybe you could call her to this world.”

Of course, Serafina said that she would help, that she would be here. As Lee struggled with removing it from his pocket, Y/N let out a whimper as the pain moved to her shoulder. The aeronaut glanced at the noise and frowned.

“Serafina Pekkala, I beg you,” A bullet rang from behind them as Lee raised his hand to the sky. “Come help us.”

Owen moved into her chest and Y/N wrapped him up into her arms as she found his soft feathers comforting.

“Think that’s enough?”

“Let’s hope it is…” Y/N coughed. She tried moving into a seated position, but only managed to scoot up a couple inches. Lee stared at her carefully, wanting to reach out and help her, do anything he could to stop the bleeding, to make her comfortable, make her feel safe. But he wasn’t doing so good himself, having three bullets already break his flesh. He scooted back and took hold of his gun. Just as he was raising it up, another fire went off, Lee falling back again, this time with a bullet into his chest.

Y/N had seen lots of things in her life; she was fortunate enough to travel the world, she’d seen great sights she could’ve never dreamed of seeing before. She watched her mother slowly become sicker and sicker, saw her friends be dragged away from her, watched someone she cared for greatly fall right out of her arms to the ground below.

Despite all the crazy, disastrous things she’d seen before, nothing could compare to this. Nothing could compare to her seeing her lover in agony, so helpless. He lost all the light in his eyes, his brow was furrowed, and for once in his life his guard was down.

“Lee, it’s okay.” But he kept resisting, he kept denying that there was no more fight left in him.

“I have to do it for Lyra-”

“Jopari made his promise, Lee,” Y/N reached out her hand, lowering his gun. “We did what we could.”

He shook his head, releasing a shaky breath and taking her hand in his.

Whether he liked it or not, they reached the point of no return.

“Y’know ever since I met you I’ve lived on the edge?” Y/N let out a wet chuckle.

“Is it really necessary?”

“Can’t run around these parts without learning how to shoot, kid.”

“Well, that could only mean that there’s danger ahead.”

“What? You scared of a little danger? Where’s the fun in that?”

“It’s...it’s not bad, I actually grew to love it. All those times we shared together, all those times I had to save your ass, all the times you saved mine.”

“You’re gonna end up dead one day if you keep runnin’ around so recklessly, dumbass.”

“Ah, that’s why I keep you around, ain’t it?”

“What I said before,” She winced as she leaned closer to him. “About leaving my home in Texas. Turns out i never left my home...I found it.”

“I was worried about you.”

“I was just out for a walk, Lee, nothing to worry about. I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.”

“No, Y/N, not around here. Just...if I lose you, I’ll never forgive myself, alright? Like you said, we’re a package now.”

“You changed me for the better...look at all the shit we did, you let me touch the sky, Lee,” A tear ran down her cheek. She could see Hester moving closer to Owen out of the corner of her eye.

“How hard could being an aeronaut be, anyways?”

“Ha, it’s cute that you think it’s an easy job.”

“All I ever see ya do is fiddle with knobs.”

“Those knobs get us safely to land. Would you rather we just keep floating all day and night?”

“I wouldn’t mind it...it’s lovely up here.”

“How far we flew…” Lee cupped her face, his own eyes growing wet. There were so many emotions running through his mind that he couldn’t put into words, and that scared him. He could literally feel his last breaths coming and he wouldn’t be able to tell Y/N how he felt.

“Why don’t you care?”

“Why should I? Does it look like I have such a high reputation? Y/N, I would never leave you. And screw what anyone else thinks.”

“I’ve...never had anyone push it away like it doesn’t matter before?”

“People could think we were swingers for all I care. Not going to change what I think about you, darling.”

“Exactly, look at us,” Her hands stopped shaking, gripping his wrists with one hand. “Lee, I wouldn’t replace this for the world, good and bad.”

“S’not enough though, is it? Love? Doesn’t mean you won’t hurt her? Doesn’t mean she’s safe with you, it doesn’t work that way.”

“What could you possibly know about love, Mr. Scoresby? You don’t have children, no wife, just a narrow-minded whore, yearning for an escape.” Ms. Coulter crept towards him like a predator. All Y/N could do was helplessly watch from the corner of the room.

“You’re wrong...because I love Lyra.”

Lee mustered all the strength he could to move forward to capture her lips.

They both put everything they could into that one kiss, their final kiss.

“I’ve never felt so safe before…”

“Well, I’m glad I make you feel safe, sweetheart.”

“Do you...does this change anything for us? What does this mean, exactly?”

“...It doesn’t have to change anything, really.” Lee wrapped his arms around her naked body and kissed her forehead. Y/N wasn’t ready for things to change then.

Lee pushed and pushed, hoping whatever God was out there that he was able to mold his feelings into Y/N. She deserved to know, she deserved to be loved. She was loved. He felt her pressing her lips harder, and warm air traveled into his mouth, making him pull back gasping.

“Don’t do that, don’t you go before I do!” He sobbed, reaching out for her one last time and instead feeling his demon nuzzle into his free hand.

“I love you…” She whispered, giving him a small smile as she pulled Owen closer to her body.

“We did good,” Owen interrupted before closing his eyes.

“We’re a-helping Lyra…” Hester whimpered, looking at Lee for a response, a confirmation, anything. Instead all she saw were tears coming out of his eyes, blood seeping from his head and taking a deep breath.

His mouth wouldn’t move, it felt like his lungs were shattering. His body was shrinking and everything inside him felt tighter. His final cue was here, yet nothing was escaping. His brain was vibrating, ironically. His entire being was going into panic mode and the last final seconds were starting to count down. His mind was screaming at him to say the words, say something to her, something meaningful. Something that would make her know that she wasn’t just traveling with a known theft, that he wanted her to come along for a reason. That he wanted to build a home with her, build a family with her. Wanted to take her into his arms and kiss her until she knew that everyone who crossed their path was wrong about them. They weren’t just a thieving aeronaut and a townswhore, but two people in love.

His eyes started to droop shut, and when he opened them again, Owen was gone, just flurries of white particles floating before him.

Lee stared into lifeless orbs in front of him, feeling Hester’s cold body drift away from his own.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, Lyra?”

“You travel with Mr. Scoresby?”

“I do, yes.”

“What’s he like?”

“He’s...typical, really. At least for me. But he knows what he’s doing. He’s full of determination, though he might come off as a self-righteous smartass when you first meet him. But he’s a good man. So devoted, and surprisingly, he’s pretty funny. But don’t tell him I said that! Lee takes risks, and is so....he’s open. He may not let it show often, but he really does care for you. Just like he cares about what happens to these missing children, and what happens after this. In the mornings, he sings these songs, and I know he does it to annoy me. But it’s actually...it’s nice waking up like that. He keeps me on my toes when I’m down, or stressed. He’s strong, and I’ve never met anyone like him before. You know, he actually took me out of my shell? Because he could see right through me, and knew that I had this desire to get out of Texas and have...a story to tell, you know? One worth the time. I’ll never understand it, but Lee can read me better than anyone I know…”

“Do you love Mr.Scoresby?”

“Love..love is a strong word, Lyra.”

“He loves you. I can tell.”

Y/N looked to see the aeronaut talking to Hester, small smile on his face, eyes wide as he spoke. He matched her stare eventually, and waved a hand. She chuckled and waved back.

“No, no it’s not like that, Lyra. He doesn’t love me…”

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nimalucius · 4 years

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Lee Scoresby x Reader (His Dark Materials)

Pairing: Lee Scoresby x Reader

Summary: It’s your birthday and Lee decides to take you on his air balloon with a picnic. However, some feelings arise and words are said, which were otherwise hidden.

Warnings: just some fluff and cocky Lee

Word count: 1200

‘Don't look y/n, it's a surprise!’

You heard him chuckle behind you as he guided you to who-knows-where. You didn't exactly have a choice, since his hands were firmly planted over your eyes. So even if you did want to open them, you would only see the palms of Lee's hands, covering your whole vision. A couple more minutes passed, with Lee guiding you by tilting your head where you had to go. Every so often, he would stop you abruptly and the momentum would cause you to thump your body against his. Lee was careful to not let you step into any dirt or mud, and there was plenty of that to go around.

“Agh, how much longer Lee?”, you whined out. You were starting to see stars and shapes in the blackness, making you feel dizzy.

“Almost...there.... Okay! Open your eyes!”

You were unable to see anything but blinding light for some seconds as your eyes adjusted to the light again. As your vision returned, you noticed you were on a plain. Directly in front of you stood Lee's air balloon. Slightly to your left stood the aeronaut himself. He had an expectant look on his face, his eyes shining with excitement as he stared at you.

“Your air balloon. Your surprise for me is your air balloon”, you lifted an eyebrow at him incredulously.

“Well yes, but also…”, as he spoke he walked closer to you, “a picnic in said air balloon”.

He brandished his hat dramatically in the direction of his air balloon. You laughed a little; you had not been expecting that.

“Oh come on! It'll be fun! A picnic in the sky for your birthday. At no extra charge”, he winked at you and started walking to the air balloon. Hester followed his suit. You followed behind last, expecting this picnic in the sky to maybe go wrong in some way. Things always went awry when you hang out with Lee Scoresby; your best friend. But at least you had each other.

The picnic was going smoothly; surprisingly. Lee had brought some simple sandwiches, two bottles of beer and some water to smooth it down. As well as a cake which looked slightly misshapen and had incomprehensible writing on top of it.

‘“It… kinda got damaged along the way, heh”, Lee said as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

“Hmmm… still tastes good”, you noted after you helped yourself to some cake. Lee was busy with the mechanics of the air balloon, hopefully making sure they were not going to crash in some way. You always joked about it to Lee, but in truth, you knew you could trust him with your life. Not just when flying his air balloon too. You knew you could trust in him to always be there for you. As well as you for him of course.

The wind played around you, causing the air balloon to shift lazily from side to side. Lee busied himself with the cords on the side of the air balloon, leaning over the side of it. It was quiet, but for the wind whistling through the air. You didn't mind the quiet though.

You were looking around, enjoying the scenery, when you noticed something flap in the wind out of the corner of your eye. Just in time you were able to nick Lee’s hat, before it flew away.

“Oh thank you darlin’”, Lee let out a sigh and looked at you gratefully. “Phew! That was close. Just what would I do without you, hm?’, his eyes soft and gazing at you as he reached out his hand for his hat. You laughed and played around with his hat in your hands.

“Live I would say”, you replied and put the hat on.

“Ah, but itd be amuch tougher life without you in it”, Lee said and winked at you. His hand was still outstretched for his hat. When you gave no inclination of giving it back, he sighed with a smile playing on his lips.

“Aight, give it back”, he asked while scratching his chin.

“You know that hat only belongs on one head and that head is mine”, he jumped forward to try and grab the hat from your head.

You twisted away from his reaching hands and clamped your hands down on his hat which was still safely on your head. You showed him your tongue and laughed. This game continued for a little while; the both of you dancing around in the cramped basket of the air balloon.

Suddenly an especially strong gust of wind blew over and caused the air balloon to shift to one side heavily. You exclaimed as you felt your body lurch forward and land directly against Lee’s. He let out a grunt from the sudden weight which pushed him hard against the side of the basket.

“Oof”, he grunted and you felt his arms wrap around you. He had instinctively protected you.

You felt the leather of his jacket on your cheek and shifted your gaze upwards. Lee had a slight blush covering his face and quickly let go of you again.

“Heh, good day for flying”, he mumbled.

“Mhm. I still have your hat”, you teased him and tipped your head at him. Lee chuckled and suddenly closed the distance between you. You felt him tilt your head back to meet his gaze with yours. You laughed nervously as your hands were jammed between your two bodies, pressing into his chest.

“You have my heart too”, he whispered with a grin. His other hand had found itself around your waist, keeping your bodies close together. Your eyes stared into his and you were taken aback by this sudden brashness.

“Lee…”.

Lee didn't let you talk though as his lips crashed onto yours. You felt his soft lips gently caress yours and you closed your eyes to savour it. A moment later you felt his hat being lifted from your head and opened your eyes to see Lee with a cocky grin. His hat triumphantly placed on his head. You felt your cheeks go red, embarrassed at the thoughts that went racing through your mind after the exchanged kiss.

Lee seemed to have noticed your sudden quietness and his gaze grew soft and caring.

“What's the matter darlin’?”

“N-nothing!”, you said more loudly than you meant to. You noticed that you were still buried in Lee’s chest and hurriedly tried to step further away. However you were unable to, for Lee tightened his grip around your waist, pulling you close to him.

“L-Lee, okay, the joke’s over, haha”, you said, trying to sound light-hearted.

“I love you, Y/N”

You looked up at him and noticed he had a serious expression. Your heart fluttered for a bit as you realized that the kiss was more than just a distraction for Lee to get his hat back. Lee stared deep into your eyes, searching for an answer in them. Without a word you grabbed the back of his head and brought him closer. Your lips crashed onto his, answering his statement with your action. You heard Lee groan into the kiss and parted away from him.

“I like you too, you stupid aeronaut”.

You swore Lee had never looked more happy than in that moment. He smiled brightly down at you as he tipped his hat more over his head.

“I'll fly you to the ends of the world darlin’. And maybe even let you wear my hat sometimes”.

You chuckled and kissed him again.

A/N: First ever fanfic on tumblr. Just gonna use this to hopefully improve my writing (for fun). Anyways, if you see this, enjoy and feedback is appreciated!

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companionjones · 4 years

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Sick In A Snowstorm

Fandom: His Dark Materials (HBO/BBC1)

Pairing: Lee Scoresby x Reader

Summary: It’s pretty much the title.

Warnings: Sickness, Lee’s sad

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Snow was coming down so hard that it was starting to pile up against the tarp covering the open sides of the balloon. Lee would intermittently hit the tarp to get rid of the snow before the tarp fell in.

The sound of him doing that woke you up as you were drifting into sleep.

He cringed when he saw you were awake. “Sorry about that, darlin’. How are you feeling?”

“Not good,” you admitted truthfully before being interrupted by shivers.

Both Hester and your daemon snuggled closer to you.

“They’re not going to last much longer, Lee,” Hester warned.

Your daemon growled, “Y/n is right here. Keep your trap shut.”

“Be nice,” you urged weakly.

Lee knelt down to your level. “We should be comin’ up on a town soon. I’ll find you a doctor there. I promise.”

Nodding through your shivers, you stretched a hand out to Lee. “Can-can you come lay with me for a bit?”

He smiled, but you could see the hurt in his eyes. “You don’t have to ask me twice, sweetheart.” Lee sat down next to you, and pulled you into his arms.

“It hurts, Lee,” you told him. “I can’t keep shivering like this.”

Your daemon huddled closer to you as he whimpered.

Lee’s voice was troubled. “I know, gorgeous. Everything is going to be alright, though. When you first came along with me, I told you I was going to take care of you, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing.”

“I’m sorry I got so sick,” you apologized with a heavy heart.

The aeronaut was quick to respond, “Don’t you dare apoligize for anything. Just, try and sleep. I’ll wake you up when we land.”

“We’ll take care of you, Y/n.” Hester made eye contact with you. “We promise.”

“Thank you, Hester.” You cuddled closer to Scoresby. “And thank you, Lee.”

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kriffingstars · 5 years

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Spitfire | Lee Scoresby x Reader (1/?)

A/N: Hola my lovelies, this is my first Lee Scoresby x Reader. I know this is all friendship based but I promise I’m going to make the next part more romantic. I just want to get used to writing again, it been a while. When I first came up with this idea I did have an OC of mine that would have worked brilliantly so come the end of S1 I might rework the story on Wattpad possibly. This is also set in the HBO/BBC version of HDM. I’m aiming for the next part to be posted on Wednesday :)

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Summary: Reader meets a certain aeronaut cowboy for the first time

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1619

That day had been tiring, to say the least. Spending the whole time following Lyra’s lead wasn’t easy and something you weren’t used to. Normally you'd be marching to the beat of your own drum, so this new lifestyle was rather a shock to the system.

As night fell you found yourself alone and wishing no more than to get off the boat, being so cooped up had begun to drive you mad. It seemed like an ungodly amount of time since you'd been able to go off on your own. Not that minding Lyra was a chore but it was certainly different from your old lifestyle. The pub near the docks seemed like a good place to unwind, over a nice warming glass of whatever half-decent liquor they stocked.

“Are you sure this is a good idea (Y/N)? What will Farder Coram say when he finds out you’ve left?” protested Zachariah as he trotted alongside you, his bushy tail brushing against your dark tan, woollen trousers which left a few strands of bright orange fur behind.

“It’s one drink, and I'm an adult Zach. Not like I'm the only one who can keep an eye on Lyra.”

The walk to the bar took all but five minutes, the chill of the air causing you to shove your hands deep inside the fleece-lined pockets of her coat. The smell of the oil from the port caused your nose to tingle, which on second thought was probably not the best thing for your health, even if you happened to like the smell.

As you reached the building, the roar of the fires could be seen through the cloudy window, and whilst it wasn't busy, many regular customers lounged at their tables. Pipes in their mouths and cards in their hand. Once inside the atmosphere seemed almost comforting, no one seemed out of place, one of the many reasons why the North was always somewhat of a destination when travelling.

"A whiskey please, with a shot of water. No ice thank you," you ordered.

Both glasses were placed wordlessly in front of you as you sat rubbing your temples in frustration and worry; thinking back to how disastrous today could have gone. Lyra was becoming more reckless, especially with the alethiometer. Only just that morning had she thought it was a good idea to take it out whilst at least six Magisterium were patrolling past. If that was anything to go by it wouldn't be long before Lyra had sucked her into trouble which there would be no coming back from.

When Ma had asked you to look out for Lyra it was something you felt you couldn’t say no, not that you would have done. You saw much of yourself in her, but childcare wasn’t really in your nature. Being as wild and unruly as you were most would barely call you an adult, as trouble seemed to just follow you around by the trove. Fortunately, all that good practice of having to get yourself out of said trouble had landed you with a great deal of experience and a way with words that could get you out of nearly anything. Having a small family of your own and the constant travelling meant childcare was something of an alien to you. The only interaction you really had with children was when recounting tales of adventures to them, leaving out all the crimes which had been committed along the way.

Before the Gobblers came anyone who knew you would have described you as a wild spirited, quick-witted spitfire who yearned to travel all over the world, looking for something new to explore and earning money through odd jobs as you went. As far as you went you always did come back to the gyptians, but never for long, until the news of dear Billy Costa had reached you. That naturally lead to a quick return.

“Hot rum, make it a double.”

An American voice broke you from your thoughts as you turned to see the aeronaut who’d taken the seat beside yourself, his dæmon, a rather wonderful hare perched next to him. It was the same man who you'd briefly met that morning, the one looking for the bear, Iorek Byrinson. The bartender silently pouring the drink before moving away again, back to his conversation with one of the regulars.

“I don’t think I introduced myself this morning, Lee Scoresby and this," he gestured to the hare, "is Hester.” Holding his glass forward for you to meet with your own.

“(Y/N) Fletcher, but my friends call me Fletch,” she paused looking to the fox perched at your feet, “and this is my dear friend Zachariah.”

He smiled, "Are we friends?"

"Only if you want to be."

“Now Fletch," he paused, testing out the name on his tongue, "what are you doing in a place like this?” He smirked.

“Having a moment to think,” you smiled back at him. He’d cleaned himself up from that morning, there was no sign of any blood and he looked a lot more relaxed.

The conversation started off as small talk which quickly turned to their favourite destinations when travelling.

"I like the people here, it's like everyone fits in because they don't."

And once again the conversation shifted, you bringing up that morning's shenanigans, and laughing at the reason for the blood.

"If you did that in my bar you'd be swimming with the fishes, and hear the waters quite cold this time of year," laughing as you finished off the rest of the glass, signalling the bartender for another.

“Your daughter seemed like a bit of a spitfire, I can see where she gets it from,” he complimented, after hearing about how you'd managed to land yourself in a cell for the night and talked yourself out of numerous different charges the next morning.

“Hah, he thinks Lyra’s your daughter.” Zach’s head tilted back as he laughed at the thought.

“Oh, you think that’s funny, do you?” A grin made its way onto your face as you laughed at the idea of you being a parent. Sure, Lyra was sweet, but you were there to oversee and attempt to steer Lyra away from trouble, which wasn’t exactly working too well.

“No, I’m just keeping an eye on her for the time being,”

“Good job she wasn’t offended Lee,” muttered Hester, as the cowboy cringed at his error.

Hester rolled her eyes as he began his apologies “I really didn’t mean any offence,”

“Mr Score-,”

“Lee,”

Smiling. “Lee, you really think that's the worse thing I've been called. That's not even an insult.”

Soon enough the conversation flowed again, with Hester jumping down to carry on her conversation with Zach. Time flew by as Lee began to realise that both of them had much in common, and the foundations of a fast friendship were being made. Eventually, the topic of your visit to Trollesund came to light. Arguably the place wasn’t the nicest holiday destination and it wasn’t exactly teeming with adventure and excitement. Maybe a part of you hoped that Lee would accompany you on the journey but the rational side reasoned that as much as you got along with the man you didn’t actually know him too well and more importantly didn’t know whether you could actually trust him.

“So, you’re here on business? I wouldn't bet on you being here for the people,” he asked, bringing up your comment about the people of the North earlier.

“Children are being stolen; the Magisterium won’t do a thing. We’re coming to take them back,” you spoke with a conviction that he hadn't heard you speak with before that.

Clearly, you were determined. He could tell you were fiercely loyal, and that a fight was the last of your worries. As he listened to your answer you could tell his curiosity peaked, as he leant forward, becoming a lot quieter as he spoke to you in a low voice.

“So that’s why you need Iorek. You’re starting a war.” It wasn’t a question, just the realisation of the plan in which you were trying to put in place, the one Lyra had convinced you of doing.

“Which I intend to win, some of those kids don’t have families to miss them. Least I can do is help them.”

After that, you both settled into silence as Lee mulled over what you were saying. By this time the bar had begun to empty, the lights were beginning to dim. The bartender's voice rippled through the room as the bell for the last call was rung, most did not order another, but simply left their empty glasses atop the side. It was late and you knew you should be getting back.

“I should back before I’m missed,” you sighed, scraping the stool as you stood. Your sudden movement alerting Zach that he should finish up his conversation with Hester. “It was a pleasure to meet you.”

“Pleasure’s all mine, see you around.” He replied, gathering his things as well.

The walk back to the boat was relaxing, the cold air bit your cheeks as you meandered through the quiet town, but it was not as bothersome as it once was before. It was quiet, save for the patrolling Magisterium. Before you knew it, you’d carried yourself all the way back her room, pushing open the small door you flopped onto the bed, Zachariah leaping on after and settling in the red quilt.

He sunk his head underneath your hand as you subconsciously reached to scratch behind his ears before he looked back up at to you.

“You should sleep, you know Lyra’s going to be up early,”.

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edencantstopfallininlove · 5 years

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Consolation (Lee Scoresby X Autistic!Reader)

Content Warnings: very mild bad language, anxiety references, sensory overload, implied/referenced ableist harassment in your past, hurt/comfort, acceptance, HUGGING, WAFFs galore, Lee generally being precious

A/N: This is a really self-indulgent little thing that I thought about at 1AM once and just had to put down somewhere. After roughly 8 nights of work, it's finally done in time for the HDM season finale! Both you and your dæmon (which was visualised as a disk-winged bat, but it’s ambiguous enough to be any terrestrial animal) are gender-neutral and referred to with they/them pronouns.

Without further ado, here it is under the cut! Enjoy!

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A sunset’s glow always looked stunning from the comfort of the balloon. The ceaseless breeze in your face finally died down as the balloon began to make her descent towards the ground below. While you weren't 100% sure what was happening, you sussed that your partner, Lee, had arranged to meet his potential contractors in the next town due west. It was an area that had a reputation for not being the safest of places to live, and for good reason; thievery ran amok.

And it was pure bad timing that meant that the only place you two could think to land the balloon was just on the fringe of the town's market district.

Before Lee set off to (hopefully) get something sorted as to the pay and terms, he left you in charge of keeping the balloon and her contents safe. He reminded you of where the valuables where and to keep as low a profile as possible.

“Stay here, alright?” He said as he disembarked onto the faded cobblestone below. He took one last glance at your weapons store. “And if you get into trouble, you know what to do.”

You nodded in affirmation. You hoped that your little visit wouldn't end in a fight, but conceded that it was better to be over-prepared than caught out.

“Good luck, Lee!” you called as he strode away, Hester following close behind. “Don't do anything stupid!” Terrible advice knowing him, you thought. Your dæmon, [D/N], waved goodbye to them as best they could.

But as soon as the two left your field of vision, something sounded off. Well, everything, really. At first your ears were drawn unwillingly to a conversation that tried to be hushed, and failed. After that, it was as if you could hear an uncensored compendium of life in this place. Drunks with their speech slurred. The hubbub of vendors trying to get their wares sold. Raised voices fighting over nothing. Every word you picked up was physically painful for you, and you couldn't even process them all. Still the mental pressure continued to build.

Then, to add insult to injury, you heard from within your basket fence a grating tick that lasted all but a second from an instrument you didn't care to identify; the only thing that mattered in the moment was that it broke your last atom of resilience and forced you downwards with a wail, hands clasped futilely around your ears. Your dæmon trembled as you fell, drawing back a cloth wall and agitatedly scouring the area for someone or something to ease your anguish. You couldn't tell how much time passed before you heard someone humming...

As Lee was trying not to brood his way back to the balloon after an unsuccessful confrontation, he expected to either find the balloon and her guardian exactly as he left them, or to hear you running up to him to tell him that something had gone horribly wrong. What he didn't expect to come back to was hearing you screaming and crying from within the basket. Lee's blood ran freezing. Fearing the worst, his eyes immediately darted to the one wall of the balloon not covered by cloth. It must've been how your assailant got in. He dashed towards the basket, one hand hovering over the holster where his pistol resided...

Only to find that there was no need to use it.

No sign of a fight, none of the cuts and bruises that he feared, but there was still the matter of you curling in on yourself, quivering and whimpering like an abandoned kitten. The sight of you reduced to such a mess capsized his already sinking heart.

“You've got to be kidding me…” he muttered, wasting no time in intervening. Your dæmon looked a little lost before they spotted him climbing through the opening (he didn't think it fair to ask you or your dæmon to lower the ramp) and gently approaching you. They protested with quiet “No!”s as Lee tentatively placed a hand on your shoulder, only for you to jerk your entire body away.

“Do NOT touch me!” you practically hissed, recoiling once again as Hester landed aboard and narrowly missed your legs. Lee leaned down so that he was at eye level with you.

“[Y/N], listen,” he said, trying to stay cool-headed for your sake, "It's Lee. Look at me and take deep breaths!"

You responded by turning away and continuing to sob. Lee cursed under his breath; you'd had panic attacks before but you'd never been this bad and, so far, you weren't responding well to his attempts to calm you down…

“You're better off giving them some space,” said your dæmon, giving Lee their species' equivalent of a glare. Their voice was more hushed than usual, with a pained quality to it. “This isn't a panic attack, if that's what you think. What you're seeing is a meltdown caused by a sensory overload. It will pass in a short while, so [Y/N] would rather you didn't speak to them until they've calmed down.”

Eventually, your ragged breathing steadied and the tears slowed down enough for you to make out your partner stood opposite you. The moment your eyes locked with his, Lee took a step backwards, perhaps concerned that it would set you off again. All you could do was shake your head when you realised the state you had gotten yourself into.

“I'm so sorry about this,” you began. “[D/N] probably said what was happening to me, but I feel I need to explain exactly what caused it. There's something neither of us have told you.” As you spoke, you grabbed the balloon's ledge and used it to help yourself, slowly but surely, back upright. Not necessarily onto your feet, though, since your legs were shaking too much for you to stand. “This might sound silly but, sometimes, I can hear conversations from far away. I can't filter them out and it all just gets louder and louder… It makes me feel sick. So, all the rabble from further into town was becoming too much for me. Then I heard an instrument on the balloon going off or something, and that was…” You took a deep breath in and out. “That was what caused me to get like this.”

“Look, [Y/N],” said Lee, deciding to give you and your dæmon a little more space, “You've clearly been through a lot since we left. But if you want to tell me something, just tell me. I swear on my life, and on Hester's life, that we won't judge you for it.” He spoke to you softly, a sign that he understood the nature of your ordeal. That little change reassured you that telling him was for the best, even if it was in distressing circumstances.

“Alright. I didn't really want you to find out like this, but…” You swallowed hard. No going back now.

“I'm on the autism spectrum.”

There was a long silence. Lee stayed put and didn't turn away in disgust, instead kneeling down to face you again. It was a good start, but still your gaze refused to meet with his. Instead, you stared at the roof of the balloon as you continued.

“You probably have loads of questions. I don't know if I can answer them all, or if [D/N] can help me, but I-”

“Why didn't you mention it before?” It was Hester who spoke that time. Your dæmon looked at you with face that said, ‘Aye, there's the rub.’

“I just thought it would be better to mask it and hope for the best than for you to know and think less of me because of it. Like I was a lesser being. I was made to feel that way countless times growing up, so I didn't want to tell you in case you became just another person who left me to my own devices because of something I can't help.” Before you knew it, the waterworks had turned on once again. You couldn't help but feel a crushing guilt over the way you spoke to Lee when he tried to help.

“I'm sorry for shouting at you. I know I need to do better. And I hope you don't hate me for not saying anything until now.”

You could've sworn you heard Lee's breath hitch at your words. Glimpsing at his face, you noticed his brows knitted in a frown and his lips quivering. Oh God, no. You've said something wrong, he's turned against you, you've scared him away and it's all-

“Hate you?” he said at last, disturbing you from your spiralling thoughts. His voice faltered on that first word, to your shock. “[Y/N], no! How could I hate you? You're not at fault here; something just happened that was hard for you to cope with.”

“That doesn't make how I spoke to you okay!” you replied with a shake of your head.

“I know. But you're acknowledging that, which is more than can be said for some people... To tell you the truth, I probably would've done the same had that been me. But it's fine, we'll move on from this. Still, if there's anything for me to hate right now, it's the way people have been treating you all this time. Who the hell would think it's okay to make someone feel worthless just because of how their mind works?”

“Wait - you mean you don't see me as less, Lee?”

“Of course I don't. And let me tell you why. You're handy with a weapon, we know that, but you have such a strength that goes beyond combat. It helps you to see the good in every person, every situation that comes our way. And not everyone has the strength to love as fiercely as you do. Your resilience and compassion are things I've always admired about you, in all honesty.”

“He's right, you know,” added Hester, joining your dæmon in front of you. “Lee wishes he was as trusting of others as you. I'm just a tiny bit concerned that it's bordering on jealousy!”

You sniggered at her attempt at lightening the mood. Sensing that you were feeling a little more comfortable now, Lee shuffled over to sit at your left-hand side and, as you looked at the bridge of his nose, you could just about see a wetness threatening to escape his eyes.

“I'm honoured to share my adventures with you. You're an amazing person, with or without autism. And I love you. I know I'm not always the best at expressing it, but it's true.”

Letting out a sigh of relief, you noticed Lee had placed a hand next to yours as Hester silently egged him on. He smiled faintly.

“You want me to hold you now? If you'd rather I didn't, you can say no.”

“Please do. Honestly, I could use a hug.”

And with that, he leaned in and enveloped his arms around your waist, holding you as if you were made of glass. You returned in earnest, crying into his shoulder - only this time, they were tears of happiness over the fact that this man, the love of your life, accepted and cherished you exactly as you were. Your last traces of doubt disintegrated. In that moment, Lee's touch felt like home. Out of the corner of your eye, you could spot Hester and your dæmon nuzzling each other; if your heart hadn't melted already, such a sight would've softened it completely.

“If you're ever worried about something like this happening again,” said Lee, “Please tell me, okay? And I'll do my best to help you. Like, from now on, if I have to leave you with the balloon, I'll make sure we land somewhere we know will be quiet. That alright with you?”

You decided to answer his question with a nod and a swift peck to his cheek.

“Lee. Thank you for this.”

His eyes narrowed. “Anytime.”

A small part of you was tempted to tackle Lee to the floor and pepper his form with kisses. But given the circumstances of where you two were, that wasn't an option. For now, you were more than perfectly content with the feeling of deep, heartfelt unity between your lips and his.

“You don't know what any of it means to me,” you sighed with a grin, breaking the kiss before tightening your grip around his midriff. “I love you so much…”

“I love you too, [Y/N]. I'm a lucky man.” With a grunt of effort, Lee stood back up (leaving you to wobble forward before catching yourself) and began to inspect the metalwork and various dials. “Now, are we ready to get out of this joint?”

“We're leaving already? But what about the contractors?”

“Yeah, turns out they're jerks, the whole bunch of them. I didn't want them around you before, and I certainly don't after all that, I swear to God. Pay would've been terrible anyways…”

“There's always next time, I guess,” you said to no one in particular.

All that was left now was to start the fire and take to the skies once more, heading for a place where you all hoped you'd be safer. Floating away from the quietening streets, you turned your gaze to the radiant stars above and allowed your thoughts to wander.

You felt, for the first time in your life, safe.

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moustache-bonnet · 5 years

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SEASON'S GREETINGS: a Lee Scoresby fanfiction

Summary: It is shortly after Winter Holidays and the reader receives a long letter from their old sweetheart and friend, Lee Scoresby, in which he shares the adventure of spending his first Christmas with one Lyra Silvertongue. (Found Family trope)

Prompts: Lee and Lyra content in any shape or form, First Christmas spent together

Warnings: none that I am aware of

Relationships: dad!Lee / daughter!Lyra, Lee x reader

A/N: This ficlet is a HDM Holiday Exchange (@hdmholidayexchange) gift for @leescaresby. Me and my Christmas helper had a lot of fun with it so we do hope you guys will enjoy all the fluff and sass. (I am not a native English speaker, grammar suggestions and feedback are appreciated.) Screencap for the header from the fantastic linmiranda.com!

Word Count: 1096

Fandom: His Dark Materials AU, His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman, His Dark Materials - HBO

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You just came back home from a quick shop, stiff with cold and looking forward to a steaming, sweet cuppa. Before you even get the chance to strip the coat though, there comes a loud banging at the side of your narrowboat. With your dæmon at heel, you peer out the wall deck entrance.

“Where's the fire?” you muse, a puff of smoke appearing at your lips.

It's one of the kids; you can't quite remember her name but you have noticed her on many occasions before, venturing along the canal with a gang of friends. “Hullo, miss! I'm bringing some post!” she beams and hops onto the boat effortlessly, handing you a chunky envelope.

You recognize the handwriting immediately and hold your breath.

“Where did you get this?” you ask.

“Tony Costa gave it to me - they just returned from Denmark. He thought you ought to have it at once, miss!”

You thank the girl and return back inside. You undress in a hurry. Tense with excitement, you put the kettle on and open the envelope to find quite a few pages of light airmail paper covered in the dense hand of Lee Scoresby.

Propped against the kitchen counter, you read:

Dearest Y/N,

both Lyra and I apologize for the long radio silence - Winter Holidays had been busy. Don't fret, all is well. In fact, I feel unusual comfort and calm settling over me as I'm reliving the recent events which I want to share with You.

As You might know, for some time I was all about work during this particular time of year because a traveling man doesn't need to be reminded of domesticity, unless there is someone somewhere waiting for him. This year I wanted this to change and make it perfect for Lyra - take some time off, a simple Christmas Eve dinner maybe.

But I was a fool for not realizing that this was Lyra Silvertongue, so if You're guessing that the kid had a very different idea from the beginning, You'd be damn right.

It all started in November. Lyra asked me for a wage, saying it was “only acceptable” for a “business partner” to be paid their fair share. I offered her 1% of everything we make. After some shouting we agreed on 3% and an extra bread roll with every dinner. After her first couple of dollars, she started sneaking around every port and town we visited, refusing to tell me where she'd been and what she'd spent the money on.

A week before Christmas she simply DECLARED that we'd be spending it at Svalbard, that it was settled with the bears for weeks. I tried to explain how dangerous it was to fly North during deep winter, because of the atmospheric circulation and the cold which could leave us in quite a pickle, but my complaints were hardly taken into consideration. This is how, much to my disapproval, we have set to take off in the early morning of the 23rd, from the lovely island of Sørøya.

I hate to be right, especially when it comes to trouble. We got caught in a strong current and landed badly shortly after crossing the sea. Our balloon's envelope was torn in one place and needed mending so it was clear to both of us, we are not making it to Iorek on time. Lyra was livid.

After long minutes of sulking I suggested we make most of what we got. We had a few hours before the patch glue dried, so we lit a fire and made a meal of baked potatoes with some pickled cod on the side. We were lucky enough to crash-land on an open plane with hills behind our backs, and in the evening we were blessed with a beautiful spectacle of a sunset on the frozen, unbroken snow. Watching this extravaganza, we both somehow came to acceptance with our situation.

Lyra timidly admitted that she was only unhappy because our friends would worry about us. And because they don't get to see their presents. Yes, You got that right. Presents. That is when I finally got to see what all that sneaking was about.

She got them stacked behind a loose paneling which even I didn't know about. They were neatly wrapped in old newspaper and lunch bags, each tied with a bow of different color - some of them were silk. I couldn't tell You where she got those if You killed me.

I needn't remind You how poorly stacked Trollesund or Novy Odense are with nice things, so You can imagine the kind of items Hester and I had gotten - some spare valves, a battered marine chronometer and a bag of dry smokeleaf all the way from Cathay.

There were more packages on side, which she said were for Iorek and Serafina. (As I later discovered, it was a can of some kind of shark blubber for the former and similarly exotic herbs for the latter. Hell, she even sourced small presents for the other witches; except Juta Kamainen because of reasons I believe You are familiar with. As she decently put it “Juta Kamainen ain't getting shit.”)

We spent the rest of the evening huddled at the fire, playing Peril of the Pole Lyra “borrowed” from the last pub we visited (I don't know where she is getting this from). The board game reminded me of You and that one night we spent at Hjemmeluft, as always. Morning was clear; we managed to avoid the bad air flows and by the next evening we had arrived at Iorek's palace, where we currently still remain.

Now, knowing You as I do, I would probably find you laughing our disastrous Christmas Eve off, but Y/N darling, I've never felt more loved in my life. (And it is not a matter of discussion I should learn how to put my boot down, otherwise our little adventure could end soon were Lyra to make the decisions for both of us any longer. Not that mine are any less terrible.)

I hope Your Holidays have been equally pleasant and that You're well, my dear.

Give our love to John Faa, Coram and the Costas.

I'll be awaiting Your next letter with anticipation.

Take care and best wishes,

Lee and Hester

And right underneath the signatures, you read: and Lyra and Pan, scribbled in a different, messy hand; together with a crossed-out postscriptum:

P. S. Lyra reminds me that I should also include our sighting of Joulupukki, which I would rather not. (It was a flock of wild geese.)

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What about it? What about us? (pt. 2)

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

Summary: When Lee left one year ago, he thought he would never see you again. He also thought he wouldn’t miss you, or feel hurt. Turns out, both of these assumptions were wrong. Is it too late to fix his mistakes? Or there’s still something left?

Characters: Lee Scoresby, Hester, Y/N, D/N, OC’s.

Warnings: Angst, swear words, short as fuck.

A/N: I’m not even going to justify my hiatus. Hello again, I’m sorry, I’m alive. Here’s chapter two after, what, two months? I’m sorry. I hope you like it, feel free to like, reblog, or comment!

He wasn’t bleeding that badly. Just a little, and just enough (though Y/N wondered if she shouldn’t have hit him harder, and maybe more times). After a while, long enough for him to recover from the punch and sit down in a chair, she finally walked up to him with a clean cloth for his nose.

And at first, she thought he was mad at her, but he looked relieved, at ease even, with a dreamy look in his eyes as he analyzed her face. She held his chin firmly with her right hand and used the left one to clean him. Silence settled itself between them. She was boiling with anger, and Hester could see it in the way D/N shot daggers at her with his eyes.

“Your punches got stronger” Lee commented, almost whimpering.

Y/N pressed the cloth a little more forcefully against his nose, and he quickly held her wrist while groaning.

“Hey! I got the message, you’re mad. Can you stop hurting me now?” At his touch, she suddenly dropped the once clean fabric in his hand, stepping away from him. His touch still burned her skin. “And maybe, start talking?” He asked, tentatively.

Her face lit up with new light, D/N making a noise in the ground and showing his teeth to Hester.

“Oh, so now I also have to do the talking? I’m not the one who left in the middle of the night” She spat at him, crossing her arms in front of herself and looking right to his face.

A shadow crossed his features, almost as if he was hurt by her words, but it couldn’t be. He didn’t have the right. She knew she wasn’t wrong, he indeed left in the middle of the night.

And, in a way, she knew he was going to do it.

Lee sighed, using the cloth one more time and then getting up, leaving it on the counter. The pharmacy was empty now, just the two of them, their daemons and that tension, almost so thick that could be cut with a knife. It was getting hard to breath, and suddenly she was aware of how close she was from him, and how he was getting closer...

“What the hell are you doing here?” She asked, more gently this time, taking another step back and trying to breathe normally again.

He explained everything that brought him there, and Y/N took that time to study his face: he looked the same as he did one year before, maybe more tired and older, but still handsome nonetheless. Y/N caught her hands twitching to touch him, to see if he was okay because it had been a year and for all she knew, he could’ve been killed.

“...Now, we just need to deliver the payment, and we’ll be gone. We also need extra help. A local will keep everyone calm. Also, you are one of the best shooters I know.” Lee finished his explanation, a weird look on his face.

“I thought you were dead,” Y/N told him casually, almost as if she was telling him that she had a salad for lunch. “I couldn’t leave, so I was attentive on the news. Nothing about you, or the balloon, or Hester. I thought you were dead”.

He seems taken aback by that statement and falls silent. Hester and D/N are still muttering below them, but the silence between was different now: a sorrowful, full of regret kind of silence. It seemed like Lee was trying to catch his breath. Y/N felt her eyes blur but blinked the tears away quickly.

“I know you’re not going to take anything I say to heart anymore, and I understand, really, but I just wanted to say I’m sorry. Things just got...” He looks down, searching for Hester’s eyes, but she avoids the stare “complicated”.

Y/N scoffs, looking away, trying to calm herself down, but D/N was already talking for her.

“You don’t get to say sorry now and think that everything will be alright. That’s not how things work. We need time, and space” the daemon then looks over at Hester, almost apologetically. “But we’ll think about your proposal. Where can we find you?”.

He and Hester talked a little more, but Lee couldn’t hear them. He wanted to touch Y/N, to kiss her, but he couldn’t. And it was entirely his fault. He deserved suffering. And when she turned to him and he saw her eyes reddish with tears unfallen. He felt his heart breaking.

“I think you two should go now. We’ll talk again in the morning”.

Lee almost talked back, but Hester cussed him mentally, and they left without a word. As the door closed, Y/N let out a broken sob, and D/N hurried to her side. She swore they wouldn’t cry for that again.

“These are tears of anger, D/N. Not sadness. Anger. And why did you say we were going to help them? I don’t want to be near him anymore, I figured you would feel the same for Hester” The woman spat, her hands turning into fists.

“I don’t want it either. But when did we said ‘no’ to someone in need of our help? Also, we don’t have to forgive them. We don’t even have to talk to them. Why don’t we go back home now? Take a shower, sleep. We’ll have figured it out tomorrow”.

Y/N sighed and got up heading home. She didn’t want to make a choice. She wanted him to be gone.

And on the other side of town, Lee prepared himself to sleep in the balloon. He hoped for something he wasn’t very sure he could have anymore.

Both of them were stuck in a state that could be resumed in two words: “What If?”.

She showed up in the morning.

He was surprised, to say the least, but she didn’t exchange a word with him. Y/N threw her bag on the floor, crossed her arms over her chest, and looked everywhere but his eyes.

“I’m only going to interfere if I think that you are in immediate danger. And I’m not talking to you. D/N is”.

It was petty, she knew, but a part of her felt like he deserved it. And Lee would’ve agreed with that part if he could hear it.

“Got it. No speaking”.

They were off the ground, going in the direction of the woods. The place he had to go to technically was still Y/N’s town, just a little far away. And for a second, she thought it was going to be a pleasant trip, considering it all.

“But you didn’t say anything about singing”. Lee said after a while, with a smile on his face.

Nevermind.

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caitlinsnicket · 4 years

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Jealouslee

Request: Hello! Can I please request a fiction with a jealous Lee Scoresby? Thank you!

Warnings: Maybe a curse word, attempt of drugging someone (not graphic), violence, drinking.

Characters: Lee Scoresby, Hester, Iorek, Y/N, D/N.

Pairing: Lee Scoresby x Y/N.

A/N: (D/N stands for Daemon Name). Did you understand the joke on the title? Jealously? Lee? JealousLEE? I’M SO FUNNY. sorry. Here’s it! I hope I wrote something you’ll like! Honestly I missed Lee, I might re-read his book. Anyways, feel free to like, reblog or comment, and requests are open!

Lee is not a possessive man.

He swears he’s not. He’s proven that to you many times and keeps doing so every day in your relationship. Since the beginning of it he made clear that he wasn’t easily made jealous, and honestly, that was a breath of fresh air from your previous relationships. He also knows that you can handle yourself, especially in dangerous situations.

But he can’t help but feel his blood boiling. at the sight in front of him: another man, who you probably didn’t know, trying to make conversation with you. He wasn’t very tall or very handsome, but neither was Lee, so it made his hands twitch. He was bending over slightly to her direction, looking at her like she was a source of light.

And she was.

Lee always thought that Y/N L/N was one of the most beautiful, breathtaking women he’s ever met in his whole life, like some kind of goddess. It was distracting to be around her, so he couldn’t blame the guy ogling her. What he could do though was fantasize about his fist against the stranger's face. As the music got louder, Y/N had to scoot closer to hear what the guy was saying.

Hester started stomping her feet on the top of the table.

“For god’s sake Lee, just stop watching and do something, before I do it. I’m going crazy with your thoughts” she said as she chewed some of the food on display in the table.

“Nah. She’s just talking to him. Conversation. She can do that. I’m her boyfriend, not her owner” he stumbled in his words as the alcohol made its way into his system. He would pass out if he kept drinking so much.

He drank another glass.

Now, Y/N was laughing. His hands turned into fists, and Hester made a little squeak and stomped again, making the plate move in the table. Just when he was about to ask another cup, you got up and headed to the bathroom. A sigh of relief left Lee’s mouth, and he ran a hand on his hair.

“You should stop whining, Scoresby. If you are uncomfortable, you should just tell her. Hester does not seem to like it when you bottle your emotions up”.

Lee jumped on his seat. Of course, after those drinks and being distracted by your little chit-chat with Mr. Not-That-Handsome, he forgot that Iorek was there too. The bear looked bored, staring at Hester who still seemed angry. Lee wondered if he would bite the head of the stranger off if he asked to.

“I’m trying to give her space. That’s what a healthy relationship has to have. It doesn’t matter if-”

He didn’t finish his phrase because, across the room, the stranger had a small flask on his hand, and he was dumping something in Y/N’s drink.

Hesters squeaks almost seemed like growls now.

Iorek said something, but Lee couldn’t hear: he just got what he wanted. A reason to beat that guy’s ass, and the best part? You would thank him later.

As he dodged people to get to the guy, he didn’t see you getting out of the bathroom, nor the look of confusion on your face. He just kept walking and dodging until he got close enough to tap on the stranger’s shoulder.

“Excuse me, what’s your name?” Lee asked, trying to keep himself under control while Hester stared at the man’s daemon with the same ferocity Iorek had on the battlefield.

“Alex. Now, wha-”

“Alright, Alan” he made sure to put as much despite as he could in his voice “I’m only saying this once. You get out of here before I kick your ass and I’m not telling the pretty girl you were trying to drug her, or I’m going to get some of your bones cracked, okay?”.

He seemed concerned for one second, but then a smug smile bloomed in his face. Hester was in position now, and she was going to jump on the guy’s daemon- a brown dog of some sort- at any second. Lee’s hands were tingling to just hurt him a little. Not much. Just a little.

“Who do you think she’s going to believe in? Besides, you couldn’t hit me. I’ll even let you try, come one!”

Something blooms into Lee’s chest, like pure happiness. He can actually fight him. And no one is going to tell him he’s the wrong person! So, he does what he’s been wanting to do since the night started;

“With pleasure!” and he connected his fist with the guy’s face.

Then everything happened in a blurry, punches and drinks and blood and screams, and Iorek growling and Hester biting and then, the cold.

They were outside, him and Y/N. D/N licked Hester’s head and they spoke to each other lowly, while Y/N checked Lee’s face for more scratches. His nose was bleeding, his ribs hurt, but the worst part was Y/N’s silence. She was avoiding his eyes.

“Let me explain-”

“I don’t care. I was just talking to him. It was just a conversation, you didn’t have to hurt him that much! I’m very disappointed, I thought we were over this, and you Hester” she turned to their daemons in the ground, who were still tangled in each other “I thought you were the reasonable one. ANd waiting for me to go to the bathroom? That’s really mature of you...”

She kept rambling about the same things, and Lee waited for her to finish talking while watching their daemons interacting. She was mad at him, yes, but she was also concerned. He felt warmth spread in his chest, and he held her arms gently to make her stop talking.

“I was jealous, yes. But he was also putting something in your drink. I just... used the situation”.

That made her stop. She seemed mortified, but then her expression turned cold and D/N growled.

“I’ll be right back”.

She went back inside the pub, leaving Lee and Hester outside, managing the damage the guy had done to them. Then, some shouting came from the inside of the place, and Lee considered going back inside, but Hester was mad at him, so he decided not to push.

Then, Y/N and D/N got back out, she holding her hand that seemed to be injured, and D/N cursing the people inside the pub. Before Lee could say anything, she pulled him closer and kissed him. As usual, he felt dizzy, holding her close by her waist and letting himself drown into her. She sighed happily when they separated.

“I’m sorry for yelling. Thank you for protecting me” she whispered, her eyes soft.

“What did you do?” Lee asked, taking her hand and looking at it, analyzing her bruised knuckles.

“I punched him. Hard. Now, let’s go back to the balloon and patch you up”.

“Can we cuddle?”.

She laughed Lee’s favorite song in the whole world. He would punch anybody any day just to hear it.

“Yeah” she held his hand “we can cuddle”.

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caitlinsnicket · 4 years

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What about it? What about us?

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Characters: Lee Scoresby, Hester, Y/N, D/N, OC’s.

Warnings: Angst, some curse words, suggestive commentary and suggestive scene (nothing graphic, just a make-out scene and flirting passive-agressivily).

A/N: HI I’M ALIVE. So, this was requested by a friend and at first it was supposed to be a one-shot, but now it’s going to be a series. This is the begining, and I have no idea when the next chapter will come out.

The city name was created by a random name generator I found online. Flashbacks are in italic. D/N stands for Daemon’s name.

I hope everyone is taking care of themselves. Feel free to like, reblog, or leave a comment! Requests are still closed, but I hope by next month I will be able to open it.

If Lee knew where his next job would be, he wouldn’t have accepted it. Hester kept snorting at him and suggesting just canceling it. But truth be told?

Lee actually wanted to go there.

In his balloon, heading to the town he left one year ago, Lee tried to think of what to say. A simple “hi” wouldn’t be enough. Explaining things would probably make it worse. And pretending nothing happened would destroy any chance of reconciliation. Did he want a reconciliation? Lee looked over to where Hester was sat at, looking for help.

“You deal with this yourself. We both know how we felt before leaving, and you did it anyway. Don’t come to me now that you want an answer when you ignored everything I said before”.

She was sorrowful, and he couldn’t blame her, because he felt the same, both because of the situation and because of himself. But he knew she also felt his fear and his regret, she was just trying to make him feel guilty for the decision in a moment of fear.

But fear of what exactly?

When he was offered this job, delivering the payment from a stupid rich man to a gang member (or something along these lines, he wasn’t paying much attention), he was confident. He could get shot, he could lose the money, he could die, literally anything could happen. Still, he felt at ease through all the explanations. But at the moment the man said that the name of the city was Urchase...

He almost fell from his chair. It couldn’t be right, right? But it was, and as he started to see the sights of the city through the clouds, he felt a mixture of fear and excitement. He was less scared of a gunfight than he was to see her. The balloon started to lose height, and Hester jumped around nervously.

The next minutes passed like a blur, until the moment he hopped off of the balloon and sat foot in the ground.

“If you don’t calm yourself down I’m going to start squeaking very loudly and I’m going to embarrass both of us”.

He didn’t realize his heart was beating that loud, or that his hands were sweating that much, and he felt a shudder running through his body as he took in the sight of the city. It hadn’t changed a bit: the houses had the same old and cozy aspect, the small stores not too full nor too empty and people passing by to do their chores.

And the alley where Y/N and he had encountered each other a few times before things got serious.

He felt himself drifting off to a daydream that tasted like a memory, and he swore he still could feel her warmth against his hands.

Y/N chuckled darkly as Lee kissed her neck, his hands holding her hips in place. Y/N also had her hands buried in the dark hair at the back of his head, pulling lightly in some moments. Their daemons were in the ground.

“What are you laughing about sweetheart?” He asked, lifting her skirt slightly.

“I just think it’s funny that you said you ‘meant no business’ with me” Y/N mumbled, engulfed in his embrace but also trying to make an impression of him. She pulled him back to her eyesight, biting her lip slightly. “But now your hands are trying to get under my skirt”.

Lee had never seen a woman look so wild and beautiful like that before. It was like she was going to eat him alive, and honestly, he would let her. He would let her do anything to him, she just had to ask-

“So, what do you want?”.

He still hated himself for what he said after.

That conversation, that indeed evolved into a night of great fun, defined their whole relationship, and he was entirely responsible for that. Sometimes, he wishes he had just kissed her one more time, and leave it at that.

But no. He had to open his smart mouth.

“We have to go see her. You know that. They’ll kill you if you just show up saying that you have their payment. A local will guarantee our safety. And you need to grow some balls” Hester said, going slightly to that direction, but not too far.

“You mean we. We have to grow some balls. You are a part of me, remember?” Lee said, following her too slowly for her liking.

“I’m the smart part of you. The part that is aware of its own feelings. The part that-”.

Before she could finish, he almost ran to that direction, and she cursed under her breath as she followed him. She knew he could listen, so she made sure to curse as clearly in her mind as she could.

That direction meant the place where she worked, a pharmacy that sold a little of everything. She and her co-workers were probably the most known people in the city, so she was the logical choice.

Nothing to do with their unfinished matters, of course not.

And there he was, in front of the once yellow store, trying to see something through the windows: a glimpse of your hair, your clothes or D/N, your daemon. But the lights inside the pharmacy weren’t bright enough, and the windows were too dusty to make sense of any shapes from the inside.

He tried to convince himself that he wasn’t shaking. He tried to convince Hester as well.

“If you’re so calm, let’s get inside already” the hare mumbled loudly enough for him to hear.

He took a deep breath. Fuck it. Whatever happens, will be closure. It will be good for everybody.

So, he walked up to the door and opened it.

Besides her, only two other people were inside the store. But he couldn’t pay attention to them, because she was practically glowing.

Y/N had always been a beautiful creature, and she was one of the only women who had made him tremble with only one look. Her H/C hair was framing her face, the most beautiful face he’d ever seen. Her hands, quick as always, worked in whatever she was doing, and he remembered kissing those fingertips. He remembered her lips, her neck, her eyes glowing back at him.

And then she looked up.

At first, she had a slight smile in her face, that smile that came easily and that he loved provoking. Her laugh was also the prettiest song he’d ever heard. But then, her smile died. She was serious, then concentrated, angry, then relieved. She came from behind the counter, and slowly walked up to him, D/N behind her.

She seemed to be struggling with something but said nothing as she stood in front of him, looking at him like he was a ghost. He decided to speak first, to at least break the ice.

“Y/N, it’s good to see-”

And then, she punched him.

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caitlinsnicket · 5 years

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Surprise!

Request: Lee Scoresby imagine! (His Dark Materials is bloody amazing! ❤️) Fem!reader please! You are in a relationship with Lee, and go with Lee and the Gyptians north to Bolvanger. Whilst on the journey you realise you're pregnant, but that doesn't stop you being reckless during the battle and Lee gets super protective when you get hurt (but still fight on) till it comes out that you're pregnant. Reactions of Lee (+uber protective increase)!

Characters: Lee Scoresby, Y/N, Ma Costa, Lyra Belaqua, daemons.

Warnings: Descriptions of violence, a harmed leg, pain, pregnancy, and the real romance shows up close to the end.

Pairing: Lee Scoresby xY/N.

A/N: Finished it! I actually didn’t really like the result of this fic, but i loved writing it. Feel free to like, reblog or comment. Also, requests are open!

It happened again. It was the third time that week. I tried hiding the puke throwing dirt on top of it, but the smell was still strong. Cleaning my mouth, I looked around to see if anyone was watching, but the closest crowd was preparing the camp, and none of them were paying attention in me. I walked back slowly, fixing my hair behind my ear.

A lot of possibilities crossed my mind: food poisoning, uneasiness from stress, anxiety or… no. It couldn’t be *that*. I and Lee had been careful: kids weren’t in the picture. Never.

“But it could be,” said D/N, moving back to the camp by my side, his expression is a concerned one. He felt bad as much as I did. He wanted to search for an answer with a doctor or a nurse, but I was reluctant. It still could be anything else.

But the constant puking (that I was hiding from Lee), the mood swings and the lack of my period in the past two weeks indicated otherwise. But, even if I wanted to check with a doctor, there was no in sight. We passed in the middle of the tents, but I couldn’t go forward because of the sudden chest pain.

“We could talk to her. She’s had two kids. She must know when someone is pregnant” D/N was looking at Ma Costa. She fixed a bonfire alone, and her kid was nowhere to be seen. D/N still walked towards her beside my protests, and I decided to follow h. In the end, asking wasn’t so bad. We approached her, and she looked at us with a kind smile.

“Hi, sorry to bother you. Can I ask you a question? I know we don’t know each other too well, but I feel like I can trust you” I asked, playing with my fingers.

“Sure, what can I help you with?”.

“How did you know you were pregnant?”.

She looked surprised, but then she proceeded to describe all the symptoms. The same symptoms that I was having.

“Also, I felt a small lump in my uterus area. I kept touching until I felt it, and then when I asked a friend of mine, she said that I was with child” she said, finishing the bonfire and looking me in the eyes “but why do you ask? You and the aeronaut are expecting?”.

I blushed at her words.

“I don’t know. I have the same things you had, and my period is been missing. I have no idea”.

She approached me, silently asking if she could touch me. When I nodded, she put her hand under my coat and pressed until she found what she was looking for. The same second she pressed the small lump, I felt it too. She smiled at me as to confirm, but before I could make any other questions, someone called me.

“Y/N! Sweetheart! Where are- oh there you are! I gotta show you something” Maggie quickly took her hand out of me and winked, going inside her tent to give us some privacy “did I interrupt something?”.

“No, we were just talking. Trivial stuff you know?” I distracted him by holding his face and kissing his lips sweetly. He melts, and his hands fly to my waist. I open my eyes in panic and get away from him “so, you wanted to show me something?”.

Hester seems to know that something is wrong, but Lee was easily distracted by the awesome thing he found. And I had a life inside of me. We walked, hand in hand towards another place, our daemons beside us. The words were dancing in my tongue, but the courage to tell him was completely lost.

As the night fell, something different was in the air. Something was coming, something bad, and everybody could feel it. The tension could be cut with a butter knife. Lee walked into our tent with Lyra beside him, both with a concerned expression.

“Lyra read that thing and it told her we are going to be attacked. I need you to stay inside and keep her safe” before I could protest, he continued, handing me a gun “I won’t risk any of you getting hurt or in danger, so you stay inside and protect each other. Please”.

“Lyra sweetie, go inside, please? I need to speak with Mr. Scoresby for a moment” I smiled sweetly at her, and she couldn’t contain her smile of delight- because of the nickname or because I was about to roast Lee, I didn’t know yet. She got into the tent and my voice became a whisper “I’m not some damsel in distress that needs protection all the time. We both know I can protect myself and that I’m a better shooter than you. I would be more useful here than there”. “These orders came from John Faa. I don’t make the rules. Just, please, stay safe” He disappeared when the first gunshot was heard, Hester behind him, with a guilty expression in her face. D/N growled but got inside the tent anyway. I followed him.

Lyra was using her device to see something, so I decided to sit there hearing the noises. Gunshots, shouts, sounds of punches and bones cracking. Without me noticing, the girl got closer to me, trying to seem tough, but I could see her daemon shaking beside her. She was scared.

“We are going to be alright sweetie. We are going to get out of here, find Billy and Roger and everything will be fine. Okay?” she nodded, and I gave her a side hug. The noises got louder, and I felt the need to go outside. One look from D/N, and I knew he agreed.

“Lyra, I need you to stay here and to keep quiet okay? I’m going outside and I’m coming soon. But you need to keep quiet” she nodded and covered herself with a blanket, trying to stay still.

I got out slowly, and looked around, trying to find the enemy. But as he found me first, the bullet got inside my leg faster than I could’ve seen. As I hit the ground, Lee shows up from nowhere and shoots the guy, his daemon vanishing from existence. It was almost too painful to bear, but the good thing was that the intruders were gone.

Hester had her ears up, and as she detected no one else, Lee ran to me, holding me close to his chest and picking me up. He seemed disturbed, and hurriedly took me inside the tent.

“I told you to stay inside. I told you. What if he hit you in the head? Lyra, come out, go get Ma Costa, I’ll get you after” The girl seemed to want to stay, but after some words from Pantalaimon, she left, sending me a sympathetic look. Lee took off my pants and inspected the wound, and the bullet was still there “You see? Now you’re hurt. Finally” Maggie arrived with medicine and practically threw that in my face. One second after, I passed out.

D/N nibbled my cheek as I woke up. Still pantless, my hair out of place, Lee and Hester beside me sleeping, his hand over mine squeezing tightly. He was scared, but not for long. My leg hurt, but the weird remedy Iorek always had with me had worked. He seemed so peaceful like that. Then, I remembered. The baby. The goddamn life growing inside of me. I could’ve lost that. That’s when the tears came out, and that’s when he woke up.

“Oh my god, I was so worried,” He said, hugging me tightly, but being careful not to touch my still aching leg. He kissed every inch of my face, wiping away my tears and holding my face between his hands “it’s okay now. You are fine. Why are you crying?” He asked with a chuckle, but his eyebrows were furrowed.

“Did- did Maggie said something? About my state?”.

“Yeah, she said that you would be alright and that you were the same as before. What was she talking about?” he asked, curious and concerned.

I looked into his eyes searching for any anger or disgust, but I only found adoration, concern, and love. Pure love. And then I knew we would be okay, that I would be okay. Because he loved me and I loved him, and he would love that child no matter what happened.

“I talked to Maggie earlier and... I’ve been puking for some days, my period is late, we’ve been fighting for some time because I’m always stressed and there’s this small thing right here” I take his hand and I guide it to the small lump. He didn’t seem to understand, and Hester rolled her eyes beside him, kicking him in the process “I think I’m pregnant”.

All the color in his face disappeared, and for one second I thought he was going to faint, but the moment after he crushed me into his arms and started giggling. Lee Scoresby giggling. A rare sight, yes, but just as joyful. When I winced in pain for my leg, he let me go and started kissing me everywhere, saying how much he loved me and how much he was happy.

“Now you really have to be close to Lyra. And when something like this happens again, you have to stay inside. If something happened to you or to the baby I would never-”.

I didn’t let him finish, as I kissed him like it was the first time. He seemed to relax, and I hid my face in the crook of his neck. We would be fine.

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Heroic entrance

Request: Lee Scoresby imagine w/fem!reader please! You're an explorer, and married to Lee (and an old friend of Iorek's), you've been up north for some time when Lee is travelling to see Iorek and after Lee and the Gyptians run into some TarTars, you swoop in and kick some serious ass, and reunite with Lee! + How he introduces you to the Gyptians / meeting Iorek again ? Basically proud hubby Lee!

Characters: Lee Scoresby, Y/N, John Faa, Lyra Belaqua, Iorek Byrnison.

Warnings: Canonical violence. I think that’s all.

Pairing: Lee Scoresby x Y/N.

A/N: I’M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO FINISH THIS! But a lot of things have happened these days, and I’m going to be even more busy in th beginging of this month, but I promise I’ll do all requests I’ve gotten. Feel free to like, reblog or leave a comment! Also, requests are (still) open (even though I take some time to do them)!

While they walked through the ice, snow, and wind, Lee took a picture out of his coat pocket. In the picture, he, Hester, you and D/N hugged each other, smiling at the camera with winter clothes. He missed you like hell, as it had been a couple of months since you had seen each other. When he sent you a letter telling you about his plan to rescue Iorek, you had been pretty positive about it, encouraging him to go there and help the bear. After all, you and Iorek were good friends too.

“Who’s the pretty woman in the picture?” Noticing the little girl beside him, Lee hands the piece of paper to Lyra, who looks at it curiously as if analyzing them.

“Y/N Scoresby. My wife. She would’ve come with me on this trip, but she was already in the North when I left. It’s been two months, and we miss her. You would like her, you two have a very similar personality” He takes the picture away from the hands of a very stunned Lyra.

Not that she imagined Lee alone in the balloon all his life, but having a wife was something she didn’t expect from him. And you were breathtaking, and Lyra dared to compare you to Mrs. Coulter. Though,, your beauty was kinda different: a more wild, savage, free, as if it had time and space to grow as it pleased. Mrs. Coulter's beauty was a cold one, that could trick anyone into trusting her. A more composed, perfect, hard beauty.

The moment Lyra was going to ask more questions about you to Lee, who still had a lovesick look in his face (probably remembering the day you two took that picture), a gunshot was heard ahead of them, and everybody got alert. Lee took his gun from his belt and pulled Lyra behind me, Hester moving her ears around trying to catch any movements. Then, men started to show from afar and from the snowdrifts. Not just any men: tartars.

“Lee! Protect Lyra, and get behind me” Iorek yelled, quickly putting his helmet on again, running in the direction of the men with their wolf daemons. The gyptians fought too, with guns, swords, and short knives. Slowly but effectively the tartars started to back down or to fall in the ground, their daemons vanishing into an explosion of dust, mixing themselves with the snow that started to fall.

Lyra was glued to Lee’s back, and Pantalaimon hid into her neck, taking the form of a small mouse. Lee shot sometimes, and soon everything went silent again, people looking for any harm on each other. Lee rushed to check on Lyra, and when she seemed alright, he relaxed, but it didn’t last long, as three Tartars emerged out of nowhere pointing their swords to Lee.

It was the end, he thought. He would die there, without looking at your face one last time, not getting to say goodbye. At least he was going to be able to protect Lyra. It would be the end. His life would have ended right there, at that exact moment.

If it wasn’t for one person. A figure knocked off one of them right way, with one punch, the second following soon after with a hit from a piece of wood. The figure’s daemon jumped on the last tartar’s daemon, sticking it to the ground, giving the figure time to knock him in the ground and suffocate him ‘till unconsciousness. At the end of the fight, the figure pushed a strand of H/C hair out of their face.

Lee, for one second, didn’t process what just happened. Then, when your figure turned to him, D/N sniffing the air looking for more tartars, Lee let out an exclamation that made your stomach ache with butterflies and happiness. Your smile was so big, he could have sworn all the snow around him melted. Like it was the sun itself. Like you were a goddess, sent from the Authority to bless his life. He got off the ground and ran to you, spinning you around while you giggled. You two spent far too much time without each other for your own goods.

“I read your last letter on time and figured out where you would be. Thank god I arrived in time” you say gently, cupping his cheeks and resting your forehead against his “I’m going to stay with you now. You visibly need some assistance”.

Lee smiled his arms around your waist, holding you tightly against him. With a silent agreement, he locked his lips to yours. Massaging your lips slowly, taking it all in, your hands burying themselves into his hair. His tongue passed through your bottom lip, and you let him assert his dominance into your mouth. But before you two could deepen the kiss, a cough is heard.

"I'm glad you are safe Y/N. It's good to see you again. You as well, D/N" Iorek's deep voice said, getting closer and taking off his helmet so you could see him better. Without a second thought, you launched yourself into the bear's neck, hugging him tightly. He breathed heavily into your hair but leaned into your embrace anyway. You two had gone through some things together just like he and Lee, so your bond with him was as strong as his bond with Lee.

“I’m sorry to interrupt this… heated reunion, but care to tell who is this, aeronaut?” John Faa asked, still in his defensive mode, standing between you two and the rest of the group.

Reluctantly, Lee let you go but took a look at your necklace with your marriage ring ranging on it. Then, he knew everything would be alright.

“This is Y/N. She’s an explorer, aeronaut, intelligent, beautiful woman. Oh yeah, she’s also my wife. Don’t worry, we can trust her” You smile firmly at the man, extending your hand for him to shake. When he does, he lets Lee tell you all the details of their mission, and in the meantime you two exchange pecks here and there.

At the moment your group settles a camp for the night, you two are around a fire, and Lee has presented you to everybody there. You were starting to get embarrassed by all the attention, and when he left to pick something from the balloon, you sit alone in front of the said fire. D/N by your side, almost sleeping, didn’t notice the approach of someone else.

“You are the woman in the picture Mr. Scoresby showed me. His… wife” a little girl asked you, her daemon sniffing D/N silently, trying to earn a reaction from him “My name is Lyra”.

“Yeah, I’m his wife. So you are the famous Lyra. Lee wrote about you in his letters. He said I would like you. That you were smart and witty, that we were alike. He also said you liked to cause trouble” you whisper the last part, playing with her “In that, we are very alike”.

Lyra smiles at you and looks into the fire, uncertain of what to say. You were nothing like Mrs… Like her mother. You were sat with your legs spread wide, your hair messed up and freely flying in the soft wind, a playful smile in your lips. Your daemon looked relaxed as well, wild and dangerous but gentle at the same time. Lyra knew it wasn’t smart, but she already felt like she could trust you.

“I never thought I would get so far up in the north” She, shyly, tried to start a conversation “It is certainly colder than we thought”.

You smile at her lightly flushed cheeks. Then, you decide to tell her the story of the first time you went north, just you and your father. Then you proceeded to tell her how you and Lee met, how it was when D/N settled, how you almost got killed once while traveling to Madagascar. Her eyes were shining with wonder, and she admired you. Without realizing, Lee sat by your side, watching you with lovesick eyes as you told her stories.

“What is it, love?” You ask, your grin growing wider as you looked at him. Love and adoration, all over his face.

“Nothing. I just missed you. And, to be honest, your heroic entrance was kinda hot”.

The three of you laughed, and you two kept telling Lyra stories until she fell asleep and you had to bring her inside your tent. She fell asleep dreaming about traveling the world, maybe with you two by her side. And Lee couldn’t be prouder.

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caitlinsnicket · 5 years

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Why are you on your knees?

Request: hi, could i request a lee scoresby fic? the reader and lee have been together for an unbelievably long time and lee decides to propose and it's so unexpected, because, well, it's lee. he never seemed to be the one that would like to get married one day. basically it would be super super sweet, haha.

Characters: Lee Scoresby, Y/N, Lyra Belaqua.

Warnings: Fluff, a marriage proposal, mentions of sex and some curse words.

Pairing: Lee Scoresby x Y/N.

A/N: WHAT’S UP BITCHEEEEEEEES???? I’M ALIVE. So, I’ve been in a writers blog for the past month (months?), so that’s why I vanished. I’m still going to keep my requests closed, and I don’t know when I’m coming back (I have one backup fic so I don’t stay too much time without posting anything), maybe I’m even entering in a hiatus. Anyways, feel free to like, reblog or comment!

Other thing, THANKS FOR THE 162 FOLLOWERS!!! I’m very happy to see that people like my writing, and I’m happy to be able to write things that people will enjoy!

Lee Scoresby is a man that never gets nervous. At least that’s what he likes to think. Usually, he doesn’t, for example, that time he almost got killed in a negotiation with the wrong people: he didn’t even flinch. He could be face to face with death, practically kissing its mouth, and he wouldn’t tremble, never. He never, ever in his life got nervous. At least that’s what he likes to think.

Because his facade changes when it comes to you.

You first met shortly after he got the ballon, and (though he wouldn’t admit it) he was in love with you from the first moment he saw you. The way you smiled so easily when you were around him, the simple gestures that you made to make sure he was okay and the good, long conversations you two shared only deepened that feeling.

It took him some weeks (almost a month) to ask you out, which he himself thought was unusual of him: Lee isn’t the kind of man who sticks around for too long. He can be there for one night, maybe two, but then he leaves. Of course, he never told you that, and as he was a stranger in your hometown, there was no way you would’ve known. Only Hester knew the truth, and she never wasted a chance to making fun of him because of that.

“Wait a minute, is this warm thing in my chest really love? Lee, did you made us fall in love with her?”.

“Shut up Hester”.

“Did the stoic and ‘bad boy’ Lee Scoresby just fell in love with someone?”

“This is none of your business!”

“You see, it actually is my business too, you remember that I’m your daemon right? Or did the love you feel for her blind you too?”

“Just shut up already”.

After struggling to talk to you, and then struggling even more during the date, at the end of the night, you kissed him, and another thing that never happened ended up happening: He was left speechless. And in love.

Since that day, he tried to convince himself that after he slept with you, those feelings would just go away. Imagine his surprise when he woke up by your side and found himself even more in love with you than before? Surprised, to say the least, and kinda scared, but also excited.

So, after a few months together, with him traveling sometimes but coming back to you as fast as he could, he invited you to go away with him. He wanted you o live with him in the balloon, to travel with him, to live adventures together, to share a life with him. Hester teased him until he finally asked you.

“Hey, so... I was thinking” He said while playing with the fur of his coat.

“That’s something new,” You say, a smile on your face, sitting next to him.

“Would... Hum, would you like to... Come with me? In the balloon? To live there?”.

The silence almost killed him. He thought about getting out of there, just hopping up in the ballon to pretend that you two never met until you held his hand.

“When do we leave?”.

These things happened years ago. Now, you two live together, and you basically learned how to shot, fight and fly the balloon. The only thing that sometimes bothered you was the commitment jokes Lee craked when he was nervous. You didn’t mind that your relationship was just in the “boyfriend/girlfriend” phase, but you didn’t actually enjoy being mocked at.

Little did you know why he was doing that.

You two were in the balloon, just flying to a different place, looking for a job, and you were drinking coffee. D/N was still sleeping curled up in himself, and you were feeling cozy. You could hear movement behind you, but you didn’t dare to take your eyes away from the sunrise: it was too beautiful not to look at.

“So, Y/N, remember yesterday when I said that my biggest fear was being committed to someone?” He said that with a small laugh in the end. That was probably the reason why you got so angry: that little laugh can send anyone to the edge.

“Yeah, I find it very interesting that you think being committed to me would be a nightmare, I just love to know that being with me would make your life so miserable,” You say, holding your cup more forcefully.

“No, sweetheart, I actually-”.

“I understand that maybe you’re not completely comfortable with sharing your life with someone else, but you asked me to come with you, so I think I deserve a little bit of respect”.

“Honey, can you please look around?”.

You didn’t want to, actually, you wanted to throw that coffee at his face, but you turned around anyways. Now, you expected him to have a smile in his face, he holding Hester in front of him and making puppy dog eyes or food in his hands. But it’s none of these options.

He’s in the ground. With a red box open, and in it’s inside a ring.

“Why are you on your knees?” You say, with your eyes wide, almost dropping the cup.

“I was actually nervous. I’ve never... I’ve never felt in love with anyone in my entire life, and it’s always been just me and Hester. I never thought about having someone else being there for me when I needed. Then, you came along, and I was terrified. Now, I know what I want. I’ve made you wait too long. So, Y/N, will you-”.

You interrupt him, crashing your lips to his and hugging him. He almost drops the small box while kissing you, but manages to hold it and you at the same time. When you separate from each other, you hold your hand out and he slips the ring into your finger.

“Yes. And, next time, please, just talk to me. I was about to throw the coffee in your face”.

He laughs, and you kiss each other again, the soft wind moving your hair and warmth spreading in your hearts.

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caitlinsnicket · 5 years

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Perhaps a family

Summary: You and Lee go to north with the gipcians, and the night falls. Finally getting some time to rest, you two lay down together in a tent and discuss your future.

Characters: Lee Scoresby, Y/N, Lyra Belaqua.

Warnings: Maybe some curse words, one sexual joke and the usual bad writing.

Pairing: Lee Scoresby x Y/N.

A/N: This doesn’t has even 1.000 words, and I’m sorry for this, but it’s very late and I’m sleepy. I just wanted to write for him. Feel free to like, reblog, or comment. Also, requests are open!

Also, in His Dark Materials imagines, D/N means Daemons Name.

It was colder than I remembered. Lee finally finished building the tent, and he seemed tired. Both of us set our belongings inside and organized the improvised beds. I had talked to Lyra and (against Lee’s protests) she agreed to share the space. Even if he didn’t want to admit it, he did feel affection for the little girl, and I could see it.

After some time, we finally laid down to rest. Even if Lee had spent most of the road on top of his balloon, he still had to help with some things and he felt tired. In the improvised bed, he rested his head in his arms and I laid beside him, doing the same. He sighed, and I could feel Hester nipping at D/N’s head.

“I bet you didn’t expect this trip to be this exhausting”.

“I had no idea. I almost regret going to save Iorek in the first place” He replied with a sigh. I got closer to him, laying my head in his chest, one of his arms circling my waist, caressing the thick lawyerings of winter clothing.

“Do you think it’s gonna be worth it?” I ask, looking at his face.

“Yeah, I mean, they’re going to pay us good money for this trip, plus we could find something in the way”.

“I didn’t mean that” But he knew. He was tense with something, and he didn’t want to talk about it. He was acting in a more caring way, and he seemed to care more about things. About someone “Do you think we’ll be alright in the end? That she’s going to be alright?”.

He sighed once again and tightened his grip in my waist. He wasn’t the most opened person when it came to feelings, actually, the only way I knew how he felt sometimes was through Hester- but sometimes he would open up to me, and this was one of these times.

“I just can’t believe she’s going through all this alone. She’s so young. Just a kid. When I was her age the only thing I cared about was to play with Hester and not upset my mom. Now, she’s in the middle of a war, alone. I don’t like it”.

I smile at him and get up, laying on my elbow to support myself. Looking directly at his face, I studied his concerned forms. He seemed to understand what I was thinking.

“I know what you’re thinking. Yes, she has parents. But she’s still alone, here, in danger”.

“I didn’t mean that. You heard what she said, her father is a liar asshole and her mother is a sycho bitch. She’s better off alone, or with somebody else” He smiles devilishly at me, his brow arching.

“You can be a sycho bitch sometimes,” He says, already protecting his face with his arm.

“Shut up,” I say, punching his stomach. Then, it hits me: he was comparing me to Lyra’s mother. If I knew Lee Scoresby right (and I did), I was aware of what he was thinking “Are you thinking what I think you are thinking?” I ask, frowning my eyebrows.

“What kind of question is that?” He asked, going back to his first position, avoiding my gaze.

I giggle, and I decide to straddle him. He still doesn’t look at me in the eyes, so I trap his wrists above his head, forcing him to look into my eyes. He finally looks defeated and stares at me concerned. I finally realized what he wanted to do.

“You want to take her in. You want to adopt Lyra!” I exclaim, surprised. He blushes, Hester trying to hide under the covers.

“Not exactly adopt. but I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea of taking care of her, traveling with her to places, watching you two play with each other’s hair in our house. Nothing really extreme, but hey. A man can dream right?” He explains, averting my eyes from time to time.

“But you never said you wanted kids” I reply, frowning slightly, caressing his cheeks softly. His hands rested in my hips now.

“I didn’t know either. But now I think it changed” He smiles nervously, and I return it with another smile, a reassuring one “So... are you okay with the idea?”.

I think for a moment. I never really thought a lot about kids and babies and stuff, but Lyra was a good kid. And starting a family with Lee seemed like a very pleasant idea. I nod smiling softly at him, and a stunned expression appears in his face. He looks hypnotized, and I can feel Hester and D/N hugging each other.

“I love you,” He says, with a serious expression.

“I love you too,” I say, imitating him.

“Now, are you going to kiss me or I’ll have o do it?” He asks, gripping my hips a little more strongly.

I giggle and get closer, touching my lips to his in a loving kiss. But, what started off as calm and slow, became passionate and desperate. And we would’ve gone further if Lyra hadn’t broken into the tent. She didn’t seem to notice what we were doing, talking about something related to Iorek, so we quickly got off of each other. He answered her question, and I smiled. We looked happy, almost like an actual family. Perhaps, that’s what we were becoming. A family.

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