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sporadically-writing · 2 years

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Northern Navigators

To say that Lyra was excited for the Gyptian’s arrival in Trollesund would be the understatement of the century. They were getting closer and closer to the north with each passing day! And also getting closer to finding Rodger! Lyra was overjoyed! The town beyond Maggie’s boat held any number of surprises and she and Pan were bursting to find it out.

“You’ve already looked at it from that direction.” the daemon said, attempting to move the paper in his human’s hands a different direction.

“Alright! Hey!” the woman said, moving the large piece out of the way.

The two of them made a strange pair, sort of. The woman had a large backpack strapped to her back, seemingly loaded down with all manners of previsions. She might as well have worn a sign that said, ‘I am not from here.’ That, and the fact that her daemon was probably one of the largest most of the people in Trollesund were used to seeing. A reindeer, regardless of proximity to the north, was going to stand out. Neither of them really seemed to mind though, focused more on the map in the woman’s hands.

“I’m not deliberately taking a long time, you know that right?” the woman asked, “I’m trying to get my bearings here.”

“And you’ve been doing that for about ten minutes.”

“It would be a lot easier if the map was labeled.”

“Sure” the reindeer chuckled.

“Hush you” the woman chuckled back. Then she went back to cross referencing.

It was then, that a little girl walked near them. “What are you doing?” she asked.

The woman with curly brown hair pulled the map down away from her face. She had a brown coat wrapped around her waist, no doubt to be worn when it got colder (not that it was really warm at all now). She had sensible brown trousers and sturdy looking boots along with an evergreen button shirt with the sleeves rolled up past her elbows and a pair of brown suspenders. She looked every inch an adventurer.

“Well,” the woman said, answer the short haired blonde girl, “I’m supposed to be reading this map.”

The reindeer beside her made a snorting sound, she looked over and smirked at him momentarily.

“But,” she said back to the girl, “It doesn’t have any words on it.”

“That’s silly” the girl responded.

“A little, but it just takes a bit of time. You just have to know what you’re looking for.”

The reindeer daemon nudged her shoulder with his snout, carefully avoiding her with his antlers. Fine, the gesture said, I’ll concede, you win.

“If you don’t mind me asking, darling. What are you doing all the way out here by yourself?” the woman asked.

“I’m not alone,” she said, pointing to two men talking quietly to themselves beyond her, “I’m traveling with some Gyptians. We’re searching for their missing children.”

“Well,” the woman said, frowning, “I sure hope you find them... what’s your name?”

“Lyra, and this is Pan.” Lyra gestured down to wear a small white ermine wiggling his nose at her.

“Pleasure to meet you Lyra. Pan.”

“What’s your name?” Lyra asked.

“Libby. Libby Lancaster. And this is Elliot.”

The reindeer smiled as best as he could, bowing his head to Lyra and Pan.

“He’s the biggest daemon I’ve ever seen. I didn’t know they settled as animals that big” Lyra said.

“He always liked animals about this size growing up,” Libby mused, “I suppose that says something about me, doesn’t it?”

Libby folded up the map and crouched a little, getting eye level with Lyra. “You know,” she whispered, “My mum always told me that it was because I have a bigger personality. I’ve come to believe that’s true. If Pan settles like Elliot here did, Lyra, people are going to have some things to say about you. I’m telling you, don’t listen to word any of them say. You should never feel ashamed for you who you are. If they want you to be less, that’s their problem.”

The two ladies shared a smile before Lyra’s name was called. The men she was with motioned for her to join them and Lyra nodded, quickly turning to Libby.

“Good luck with your map, maybe we’ll see you on our journey!” she said.

“Maybe! Good luck finding your friends, hopefully we do see you around. You could introduce us.”

With that, Lyra ran off to join her adults, leaving Libby and Elliot smiling after her. Libby leaned back, resting herself on Elliot as she looked up at his face.

“What a nice little girl” she said.

“I hope we do see her again, she seems like fun” Elliot agreed. Libby smiled with a laugh, before unfolding the map again.

“Now where were we?”

Little did the two navigators know, they would be seeing Lyra again very soon.

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random-writerings · 1 year

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Full Name: Althea Oriana ‘Thea’ Belacqua (née Sinclair)

Daemon: Oliver ‘Ollie’

Face Claim: Léa Seydoux

Age: 37

Nationality: English

Birthplace: Kensington, London

Education: St Sophia’s College

Family: Orson Sinclair (father); Margaux Sinclair (mother); Camilla (father’s daemon); Florian (mother’s daemon)

Occupation: Scholar; Researcher; Explorer

Skills: Research; Exploration; Aeronaut

Fly Away (Far From Here) // Playlist // Cover

#my ocs #his dark materials #his dark materials fanfic #lee scoresby #lee scoresby fanfic #lee scoresby x oc #oc: thea belacqua #fic: fly away (far from here)

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falloutmelodyroleplay · 2 years

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𝐑𝐏 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐋 #𝟐

hi everyone! me again! so i’m here today to appeal for an rp of one of the following fandoms!! i prefer to double up with oc x canon pairings [i.e. i play your love interest and my oc, you play my love interest and your oc], so unless you’re super keen to only play my love interest for some reason, that’s what i’d like to do! my love interest will be listed after the fandom!

-criminal minds [preferred romantic interest is david rossi. i am all caught up and will play anyone as your love interest besides any unsubs!]

-the x files [romantic interest is either skinner or byers from the lone gunmen, depending on who you’d prefer to play, although a love triangle or poly dynamic are also welcome if you have multiple love interests too! i have seen all episodes of the show and both films so i can really play anyone for you!]

-his dark materials [the hbo/bbc television adaptation. preferred romantic interest is lee scoresby. all caught up on the show and have read the books. am willing to play an oc love interest for you for this fandom as i know there’s not a ton of good options. will not play lyra or will romantically bc they’re meant to be minors]

in terms of rules, all i ask is that you’re descriptive, you’re friendly but not weird, and that you like to plot and discuss headcanons!! also please don’t ghost me. please. also please don’t reach out if you’re under eighteen, as i’m twenty-three! i’m fine with nsfw content, just discuss that stuff with me first so we both know what we’re comfortable with!

think that’s everything! thank you for your time! if you’re interested or have any questions, please send an im to this account and i’ll get back to you!! <3

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katie-writes24 · 3 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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crazy-fan-girl-c137 · 3 years

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I NEED TO READ MORE LEE SCORESBY X READER OR LEE SCORESBY X OC FANFIC! PLEASE TAG ME IF YOU KNOW OR HAVE WRITTEN ANY!

Thank you for listening to my Ted Talk. 😂

#Lee Scoresby #HDM #His Dark Materials #Fanfic #Lee Scoresby x Reader #Lee Scoresby x OC #fan fiction #PLEASE TAG ME

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xoteajays · 3 years

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▸nadylee (nadya eklund x lee scoresby)

witches weren’t supposed to fall in love with humans. they were fragile beings, a blink in the life of a witch. nadya knew this and still she fell. she fell heavy as rocks into the ocean waves, fell soft as the snow in the winter of her homeland. she must leave him now. the witches need her. lyra silvertongue needs her. all for the sake of the worlds. she presses a delicate flower into his palm alongside serafina pekkala’s, looks into his eyes, and promises to be there whenever he’d need her, he need only speak her name.

she forgets that falling means reaching the ground at some point and the higher you fall from, the more it hurts.

#ocappreciation #ochub #hdm oc #his dark materials oc #lee scoresby x oc #/#yes i just used this base #yes i am using again for ship things #listen. it's a good base and i like it!#now check out my girl!#oc: nadya eklund #dyn: nadya x lee

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merthurians-prat-and-idiot · 4 years

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Double The Pay~ Lee Scoresby & OC fanfic

Note: Hi!! This is a lil something I got inspired to write one Sunday night after watching HDM & reading Lee x Reader stuff! I have included an OC Female character called Indra. Pls let me know what you think- Its a draft but I think it turned out ok! A bit cliche but hey!

Enjoy :)

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All Farder Coram had said was "Double the pay?" laughter in his voice as he shook his head at the young girl who had tricked them all.

See Lyra was a smart young girl, that had to be said before anyone moved onwards- she knew how to get people to help her, how to weigh & bargain with her words alone.

She had certainly done so with the two new recruits to the Gyptian crews.

Lee Scoresby, Aeronaut, Adventurer & all around troublemaker with lovely hare Hester his dæmon had recently found his path crossed with Lyra, all because of a certain re-armoured bear, who now claimed the space next to him huffing with impatience.

Indra Collen, Explorer, Fighter & Fellow troublemaker with her raccoon dæmon Lowell. She too had been part of the troupes trying to convince Lorek to get back into the world. She had seen the spark Lyra brought, never going out despite the cold icy winds the north blew constantly.

Indra knew of the Gyptians, her grandmother a Gyptian woman herself- forced to give her daughter to her father- a passing magisterium general- but that was a whole other story.

What matters here is the fact that these two had been fangled in their own way into joining this new adventure & what a one it was going to be!

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Another thing one must know in order for this tale to have its birth is of Lee & Indra.

Lee and Indra were practically as good as inseparable. Partners in life as they were in trouble.

The two had met bordering on five years ago in far far lands from the North. They had met of course in a huge ruckus.

Lee had found the wrong inn, wrong words, wrong sleight of hand and found himself smashed against a reception desk of said inn- getting his ass handed to him.

"Well fuck"

"Lee you really are an idiot"

"Thank you Hester- I appreciate that right now"

The person doing the dusting with the Aeronaunt's body snarled chucking him into the window, glass smashing outwards as his body met the frosty road, splinters & rocks marring his face.

"Is this my lowest moment?" Lee contemplated for a second spitting gravel from his teeth into the dirt.

"Nah probably not" he winced, sitting up and huffing as a hunking man, bones groaning under his size quick-waddled towards the exhausted adventurer.

"Here we go" Hester sighed- not even surprised anymore.

"Nothing a nip of brandy won't shake" he winked to his dæmon.

"Now I don't know about that- might need a bit of whiskey too" A voice cut through Hester's abated response.

Lee looked up squinting at the strong sun behind the speaker until it settled into focus.

A woman with bright golden eyes alight with a spark of amusement and curiosity- he could feel the insant tangible fire & excitement seeping from her very essence like no-one before. She stood with a raccoon at her side- both surveying the situation with a clear lack of judgment or surprise- he distantly wondered how many times she had been in his postion right at that second.

"Now now lady- this is between me and the piece of shit on the ground here" the meat-head spoke- barely regarding the mystery woman despite the hastily spotted dagger hanging from her belt that Lee spotted the next second.

He watched her smile before aiming a very swift & sharp punch to the side of the man's head, knocking him down cold like timber at a woodman's forest.

"Well shit!" Lee exclaimed unprompted.

"Shit indeed Mr-?"

"Scoresby- but you can call me Lee seeing as though you just saved my ass"

"Ok Lee- I'm Indra Collen & this here is Lowell" she smiled- grasping his arm and pulling him to his feet.

"Pleasure" he replied tipping his hat.

"How about you repay me by telling me how the hell this all happened?" She twinkled.

He grinned. This was gonna be good.

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From that day forward they'd stayed in each others lives. Ever the exception to their nomadic rules. Turning from grateful strangers to fanciful friends to much much more- proclaimed lovers- bound to travel & adventure together for as long as life allowed them.

So it was inexplicable that they came as a pair really, with Hester & Lowell too of course.

And so the two found themselves at the beginning of a new chapter for them & and invited into a new ongoing story book to dance amongst the pages & fly alongside the plot.

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"Miss Collen?"

"What's up buttercup?"

"When we get to the far North..."

"Mm"

"-And to the place the gobblers have taken everyone.."

".."

"Do you think we're strong enough to do it? To defeat them & make it out?"

Indra paused, contemplating the question the small brunette had posed her as they trekked up the cold hillside, only a few hours into their true journey. She knew Lyra wouldn't take molly coddling.

"Yes and no" she sighed and stopped walking to face the girl.

"I believe we have a good lot- a good chance- riddled with determination & brave, brave people- but I don't know the forces that they have there- but we will try as hard as we can & truly Lyra, with someone like you and people like the Gyptians to fight alongside I couldn't be more honoured or more hopeful"

"I hope that was the answer you wanted Miss Belaquar" She tickled Lyra under her chin before continuing her trek.

Yet spinning round to add- "And you can call me Indra you know!"

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"Quickly now!!"

Everyone was hurrying as they passed over the seedy cliff. The tumultuous drop looming from below, fear creeping up into the minds of the man from between the very cracks in the rock.

They set wooden planks to pass people, equipment & supplies across the rocky casm of the mountainside.

With most of the Gyptians and Lyra across already it was now down to the two to make their steps.

"You go first- so I can be here to catch you" Lee said firmly.

"Don't you-" Indra spun round to speak but deflated at Lee's worried expression.

"Fine but I'll be as pip as peaches you'll see love" she said softly yet promised, hand on his coat right over his heart.

She passed across with ease, sending a wink back his way yet a coil settling across and around her chest at the realisation it was Lee's turn.

He let out a nervous bark of a laugh at her sudden expression change.

"We've faced worse babe"

"Be careful"

" course"

Lee began across the plank fine- afterall he was used to climbing the side of the balloon sometimes when he really had to.

He was used to heights, he was used to winds, but the thing was, he usually had the side of a balloon latticed with rope to hold onto...

When the wind suddenly picked up it threw him off, teetering to the side slightly with a sharp inhale.

Indra reached forward but he shook his head.

"I'm ok!" He flashed her what he hoped was a reasurring grin that only half reached his eyes in all truthfulness.

He took several more steps slowly, almost across.

"Told you- easy as pi-"

Suddenly the board he was standing on dropped out beneath his very feet.

He yelled as he felt himself start to fall.

"LEE!!" Indra screamed reaching down and just grabbing the edge of his sleeve desperately.

"Lee! Reach up to me! Please baby- come on- COME ON!"

He clawed desperately at the rock trying to reach up and grab her other hand.

"Ind- I c-can't-" he puffed into the cold as he struggled.

"Yes you can! Yes you can- come on- don't you fucking dare leave me-" she croaked shakily.

Joined by several gytians, they reached further down than she could whilst grasping him and they all heaved him back up onto the rock path.

He lay face down breathing heavily- clutching at Indra.

They breathed as one, ragged and sharp with relief.

"Ind- Ind- Ind" he repeated like a prayer- whilst she pulled him into a tight hug rocking slightly with her boyfriend safe in her arms- Hester buried into their sides.

"Shhh its ok- I've got you" she whispered.

He looked up- skin paled with shock & fear yet alert & cold with stark red against the pallor.

He put his hands either side of her face and they kissed deep & desperately, the pain still racing.

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Thats everything so far! Pls let me know thoughts!! And yes ending with a lil bit of "tongues battling for dominance!!"

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Galar Chapter Five - Angladd

Maggie stepped forward as Lyra pulled away from her stepping back to the side and straight into Lee’s arms, he pulled her head close to his chest and cradled it gently. Chief stood beside them as the flames claimed what was left of Billy, he wiped a stray tear that had fallen.

A low hum built among the people and John Faa led them in singing, a powerful chorus build among them hundreds of people pouring their hearts out for one little boy. With his eyes glassy and glued to the flames, Chief felt someone’s hand slowly slip into his own. Glancing over, he saw Lee looking at him almost in fear. Chief gave him a small nod and squeezed his hand for comfort, turning to look back at the fire. Meanwhile at their feet, Juliet gently nuzzled her head into Hester’s as they attempted to comfort each other.

The flames died down to a camp fire level and the night grew cold. Lyra and everyone else had retired to bed a while ago but Chief and Lee still sat in what little heat was left, hands intertwined.

“Where’d you think they go?” Lee asked after a while, pulling Chief abruptly from his own world.

“What?”

“The dead, where do you think they go?”

“Oh,” Chief said not prepared for such a deep question or indeed any question for that matter, “somewhere nice I hope, I don’t know I’m not really a religious man myself, It's never really suited me... What about you, where do you think they go?” Lee sighed and leaned into Chief's shoulder. The blonde panicked silently, his heartrate through the roof though he manged to muster the courage to wrap an arm around the smaller man.

“I don’t know, I’ve always wondered it. There’s more to people than just flesh and blood clearly. I mean, Hester’s living proof of it.”

“Yeah?” Chief asked looking down at him, engrossed by what the aeronaut was saying.

“Yeah... but I shouldn’t keep rambling like this, it’s late.” He said though he made no attempt to move.

“No! Please go on, I find you fascinating really.” Chief gave him a reassuring smile.

“Well, people have souls and daemons and... seems weird for them just to disappear like they never existed, all that spirit and time just gone... I just think it goes somewhere I just- I just don’t know where.” Chief yawned loudly and Lee lifted his head from his shoulder.

“And just like that I’ve bored you to sleep.” Lee said chuckling

Chief shook his head, his eyes half closed, “You haven’t I promise.” Lee laughed and pushed himself up.

“I think we should probably turn in anyway, We have a long day tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Chief stood too and they made their way back to their tent.

They returned to their tent with only one blanket, Chief had forgotten to get another one given all of the action though in all honesty, he wasn't convinced that he wanted to. Wordlessly, they shed their outer jacket and anything that could potentially hinder their ability to sleep.

"I thought you weren't religious?" Lee asked light-heartedly, he was met with a confused stare from Chief, "Your necklace." The Welshman looked down at the rusted silver cross pendant that lay over the top of his cloth lace up shirt.

"Oh, it was my mothers," he said hoping that if he said it casually enough Lee wouldn't ask anymore. Thankfully, the aeronaut in fact didn't ask anymore whether that was because he was too tired to care or maybe he'd read the room and decided it would be best not to. With a heavy sigh, the pair lay on their back pulling the blanket up as close as possible.

"Tell me honestly," Lee said after a while, " Do you really think we'll save all those children?" Chief gave another sigh and kept his eyes focused on the lack of ceiling.

"No." He finally pushed out as though it pained him to say, "No I don't." Lee turned to him but Chief kept his gaze firmly upwards.

"So... why are you helping them? They're not paying you and it's dangerous up there, you know"

"I know," Chief said, "but this is important and if I can help at least someone then I'll do anything I have to." Lee exhaled through his nose that might have been interpreted as a laugh as he turned on his side.

Hester appeared unnerved for a moment, like she was holding back. She hopped over to Chief feet where Juliet had made herself comfortable and quickly cuddled close into her stomach almost as though she was seeking refuge. Juliet had no qualms with this and seemingly neither did Chief or Lee. They observed their daemons for a moment then returned to their sleeping positions, enjoying the warmth that the touch brought for the both of them.

Almost mirroring Hester, lee pulled himself closer to Chief looking up at him with curious eyes, silently questioning whether the contact was alright for him. Chief nodded and placed his arm around the Texan allowing him to nestle his head into his chest finally comfortable enough and finally warm enough to fall soundly asleep.

It’s a pity that they hadn’t hung by the fire for even a few more minutes because then they would have seen Lyra be attacked by the Tartars, maybe they could have even stopped it, but they didn’t and now Lyra was gone.

#His Dark Materials #x male oc #lee scoresby #lee scoresby x male oc #fanfcition #galar #r

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The Ginger Writer Master List

Last written fic: 11th February 2022

Requests: Currently open! Free reign! The fics on this masterlist are not the limit for what you can request in terms of fandom and characters, it’s just what I’ve gotten around to writing.

Very few strict rules around requesting. Smut requests are allowed.I do not write for real people (e.g celebrities), and I will not write anything above Pg 13 for any underage characters.

Fanfiction

Marvel

(Last updated 11th Feb 2022)

Pancakes first though, right? - Matt Murdock x Reader x Gender neutral reader

What’s your middle name? (18+!) - Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Matt and an equally oversensitive Reader Head-cannons - Matt Murdock x Gender neutral reader

Watch your mouth there, soldier - Bucky Barnes x she/her reader

“I’m...grounded?!” - A Marvel Choose Your Own Story - The Main Part (you start here) (gender neutral)

- Part 2 (The Bucky Part) - Coming soon

- Part 2 (The Peter Part) - Coming soon

- More part 2′s? Request them! (This is partly discontinued? But if you really want a part 2 please message me!)

Markiplier’s Egos

(Last updated 2nd August 2021)

It started with...a sandwich? - Darkiplier x he/him reader

Julie and the Phantoms

(Last updated 5th of February 2021)

The Vegas of Hollywood - Reggie x She/Her reader (ONGOING)

- Part 1

- Part 2

- Part 3

- Bonus scene in between 3 and 4

Doctor Who

(Last updated 30th August 2020)

- Distraction - Dhawan!Master x Gender Neutral Reader

- Day Off - Dhawan!Master x Gender Neutral Reader

Small Inconveniences - Dhawan!Master x She/Her Reader

Part 1

Part 2 (Sneak Peak)

The Umbrella Academy

(Last updated 13th April 2019)

- Istanbul - Five x Hargreeves! OC (Platonic) (Discontinued)

- Diego Hargreeves Highschool Imagine

Hamilton

(Last updated 20th January 2020)

- 5″ Of Rage - Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader

His Dark Materials

(Last updated 19th December 2019)

- I Got You, Kid - Lee Scoresby x YoungerSibling!Reader

Supernatural

(Last updated 17th November 2019)

- Being a Younger Sibling of the Winchester Family - Head cannons

- Right Here, Right Now - Gabriel x OC

- Back Seat of The Impala - ‘We’re both big brother now’ - Winchesters x Sibling! OC

- “What did you have in mind?” - Gabriel x WinchesterSibling!Reader

Riverdale

(Last Updated 3rd of March 2019. Probably wouldn’t write for it again sorry lol)

- Sweet Pea Imagine - Sweet Pea x Cooper!Reader

- Rebellious - Joaquin DeSantos x DeSantos!Sibling!Reader

Mission Impossible

(Last Updated 30th December 2019)

- Come Back To Me - Benji Dunn x Reader

Original Stories

Denim and Leather (my book! (also LGBTQ+!))

- Prologue and Chapter 1

More chapters coming soon!

Feathers, Leaves, and the Unspoken Promise of Never Letting Me Go - Short story (LGBTQ+) (I got an A on this)

The Light of the Telephone Box - Short story (Thriller/Horror)

Unfortunate Music - 50 word short story

#julie and the phantoms x reader #supernatural x reader #masterlist #doctor who x reader #dhawan!master x reader #reggie x reader #luke patterson x reader #original stories #original short story #short stories

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so-far-frogs-and-oscar · 1 year

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Me reading terrible fic on ao3, because I'm desperate for a certain man and I have nothing else left: I'm a survivor. I'm a warrior. I can do this.

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genuary-fic-event · 3 years

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Miscellaneous Fandom GenFic Recs from squire

some fics I've written or bookmarked in the past year!

The Heaviness We’ve Known by rimahadley <3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25349167

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga

One-shot, 2704 words

Tags: Edward Elric & Riza Hawkeye, Post-Promised Day, Background Riza Hawkeye/Rebecca Catalina, Mentions of Mass Murder (Canon-Typical), Hospitalization, Guilt, Bad Parenting/Implied past child abuse, Mentor Riza Hawkeye, Hopeful ending

‘While they're in the hospital after the Promised Day, Edward Elric visits Riza's room, needing someone to talk to. Conversations about murder, guilt, and complicated feelings about complicated fathers follow.’

maybe it’ll be good to hang out after the war by choomchoom

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24372781

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)

One-shot, 1377 words

Tags: Catra & Scorpia, Post Season 5, Friendship, Hugs, Forgiveness

‘Catra comes and sits at the other end of the couch Scorpia is seated on, bringing her knees to her chest and locking her arms around them. “I’m sorry,” she says, looking down at the floor.

Scorpia says she’s sorry a lot. She already knows it’s different for Catra, and if she didn’t, she’d be able to tell by the tense hunch of Catra’s shoulders.

“What for?” Scorpia asks, mostly because this is so new for Catra. She genuinely doesn’t know what Catra is trying to say.

“For being a bad friend.”

“Oh.” At Scorpia’s noise of surprise, Catra curls herself up even tighter. “You are?”

“Why does everyone keep –” For a moment, Catra sounds like her old self, then she purses her lips and visibly resets. “Yes, I am.”’

A Black Cat on Halloween by me! squireofgeekdom

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27310201/chapters/66726382

Tales of Arcadia Wizards

Two chapters, complete 2148 words

Tags: Hisirdoux Casperan & OC, Hisirdoux Casperan & Archie, Hisirdoux Casperan & Claire Nuñez, Nonbinary AroAce Hisirdoux Casperan, Nonbinary AroAce OC, Mentioned AroAce Krel Tarron, Halloween, Self indulgent fluff and friendship and queer headcanons, chapter 2 is set in 2020

‘“Hey, speaking of Halloween plans - you’ve got that black cat, right? Archie?”

There had been much exclaiming over pictures of Archie among the cafe staff, much of it fixated on ‘how did you get him to wear glasses?’

(They had all assumed ‘oh, he’s nearsighted’ had been a joke.)

“Yeah,” Hisirdoux says, smiling a little at the thought of how Archie would respond to being referred to that way.

“Be careful he doesn’t get out tonight, y’know? People can get especially weird about black cats on Halloween. I mean, it’s not like there aren’t weirder things in town, but, you never know.”

He and Archie had survived the witch trials, so he had a feeling they could handle anything the residents of Arcadia threw at them. “I’ll make sure to keep him with me,” he says, as he would, technically, do just that on patrol.

“Good kid. Hey, do you ever get him to wear any Halloween costumes, or is it just the glasses?”’

Quynh and Sebastian are Wolverine? by me! squireofgeekdom

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27688673/chapters/67761263

End Times (Web Series), The Old Guard (Movie 2020)

Two chapters, complete 4848 words

Tags: Blanket warning that End Times is set after a virus ends civilization as we know it, references to background canon typical violence, brief mentions of background romantic relationships/potential relationships

‘(The common room outside the Greenden laboratory. Charlie is writing on a whiteboard. ‘Quynh and Sebastien are Wolverine’)

Trace: Charlie insisted we film this conversation so we have it on the record.

Harry: And I still contend this is ridiculous.

Charlie: Really? You, Mr. Paranoid, don’t think there’s anything weird going on with those two?

Harry: Nothing that requires invoking the X-Men! This isn’t - sci fi and super heroes -

Charlie: Dear, we live in the post-apocalypse.

Harry: Don’t misquote Firefly at me.

Kimber: (indistinct) It’s not the apocalypse.’

The Great Morporkian Pastime by copperbadge

https://archiveofourown.org/works/814597

Discworld

One-shot, 2899 words

Tags: Baseball

‘There's a new game in Ankh-Morpork’

Tales of Tomorrow by silveryink

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1565455

His Dark Materials

Series, 3 works, ongoing, 12,783 words

Tags: The Amber Spyglass spoilers, Alternate Universe-Canon Divergence, Lyra Belacqua & Lee Scoresby, Father-Daughter relationship, Aromantic Lee Scoresby, further warnings in individual fic tags

Lee & Lyra centric fics in a canon divergence au.

#genuary #genuary 2021 #fanfic recommendation #multifandom #long post #submission

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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 :)

To be added to the taglist either click the link in my blog and add yourself or send me an ask <3

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,”.

Taglist: @bisexuaivalkyrie @gemellath @urticadioica2 @mistoffeleez

#lee scoresby #lee scoresby x reader #lee scoresby fic #his dark materials #hdm #hdm hbo #hdm bbc #lin manuel miranda #lmm #the northern lights #the amber spyglass #the subtle knife

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weshallbegolden · 4 years

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Like getting your work recognized and getting a following. Also- you’re welcome! It’s only the truth

I’m going to tell you the truth. Most of the time, I just vibe on tumblr and AO3 and hope that people will notice me and my writing.

Well first of all, I wasn’t on tumblr at first. I was on wattpad. Then I went to AO3 (and I basically moved all my stories, by the way). It took me a lot of time to get some votes and views there. But I gained some followers with times. (and not a lot, but dedicated ones, and they’re the best)

On tumblr, I remember the day I posted STAY, I got over +99 notifications in less than two days. It probably was because the TV show was still airing at the time and that people messed around tumblr, looking for some hdm content and that I provided.

Hastags help a lot too, especially on tumblr. Tags on AO3 can be important as well. I know that it wasn’t like I started writing and then the next day I got more than 3000 hits or views on my stories. It takes time, sometimes. But hastags are your best tools if you want to spread the words.

I also posted some silly chat, let’s say and I got a lot of notes for them, I think that one is over 1k and in the tags I had put the kind of content that I write. I know that I got some followers from that.

Then… I write things that people don’t usually write about. I’m not talking about my LMM x reader or Alexander, because many people write about them. When I wrote STAY, there weren’t many Lee Scoresby x reader stories out there.

This story helped me get followers because they liked my writing style (I guess ?) and saw that I wrote about LMM. But I also wrote about Cody Shuck (who doesn’t have many fanfic about him), or Dale Sweeze for example, who’s a favourite of mine but who doesn’t appear in any other work than mine. Or I think I once saw a Dale Sweeze/Cody Shuck fanfic on AO3, but that’s it. There aren’t many fics with Alvie Alvarez as well nor with David Santiago. I provided a content where there wasn’t one or if there was, not a lot.

It’s all about drawing the reader to your writing style, to what you have to tell and see if they can get interested long enough to follow you and to read your stuff. Don’t be afraid to talk to them ! I made some very good friends with whom I bonded over writing.

Requests can help you gain a new visibility too, because it will draw people to your blog so that they can get a story they want to read but not to write. Writing is your job and when it comes to them, they enjoy !

But believe me, not all your stories are going to be like, the most popular stuff to read right away. I hope for you that it’ll be the case, but don’t be disappointed if it’s not. My main LMM x OC fanfic doesn’t have much hits, kudos or comments, even though it was my main project. But I started writing it a year ago and I improved my writing so much since.

Also, I write a lot of comments on other people’s stories on AO3, and sometimes, they look at your profile. If they like what they’re seeing, they’re going to follow you and if you’re lucky talk about your work.

That’s what I do, I basically have a recommendation masterlist because it’s important to give love to people’s work when you liked it. When you do that, sometimes they do the same. (but never share other people’s work and just with the expectation of having them sharing your work too. It doesn’t work like that.) Re-blogging on tumblr is important !!

Talking to people who read your stuff is important. When I reply to their comments, you can be sure that my comment is going to be longer than theirs. It’s important to be open with them, accessible (as my darling @writtenrevolution would say) My inbox is always open for people who want to rant about nothing and everything.

Create a masterlist as well and put a link of it in your bio, it helps people navigating on your blog and it’s much easier for them to search what they look for ! People like it when you have a pleasant profile to look at !

To be fair, when it comes to my writing, I don’t really want to bother people with it. I just post it and then I just wait for it, basically. I may write a post to say that I posted something new on my AO3 but that’s all. When it comes to the stuff I write on tumblr, apart from hastags, I don’t say anything, I let people see for themselves.

Of course I want people to read my stuff and comment and everything, because I want to share the stories I have for them, but I can also understand that sometimes my stories are not what people are looking for. And it’s okay. Writing is limitless, and recognition can take time.

My writing is nothing special, but it is mine. And I love it. Everyday I improve it and I share it and if you don’t like it, that’s alright, I don’t like everyone’s writing either and if you love it, good, I’m glad to know that I made you feel something positive with my words.

The best advice I can give you is that the good things come to those who wait.

I hope it’ll all work out for you !

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crazy-fan-girl-c137 · 3 years

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Lee Scoresby x OC! Ramona Gaillot

This is just a little comics I made. It's actually a part of the fanfic I'm writing. But I don't know if I will ever finish it. 😂

P. S. I'm sorry for Lee's looks. It's the best I can do. 😂 I really can't draw him in cartoon version.

Ramona and Lee

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blissfullyaverage · 2 years

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Galar - A His Dark Materials AU

Lee Scoresby X Male!oc

In the far north where we lay our scene, a man, Lee Scorsby as you will come to know him, steps into a crowded wooden bar with a brown hare following close behind him. Dull mumbles ceased as he entered as if he were different in some way, controversial and perhaps he was. For one thing, he was undoubtedly bold. He felt every pair of eyes on him as he paraded around the room, they were mostly filled with a mix of annoyance and concern but one man studied him from the balcony watching him with nothing but intrigue and curiosity. Those eyes were brown, well one of them was, the other a rather piercing blue. They belonged to a man by the name of-

BANG! Well damn, I suppose that's where I tell you another thing about the mysterious man with the hare, he doesn't even let the narrator finish before starting fight. Though in all honesty to say that he started it would be false, he merely took the first punch to the face. It was, if I do say so myself, a downward spiral from there. For lack of a better term, he was getting his ass kicked by several men from the bar and not in the way that he'd want it either.

That was until a low growl came from the balcony and a creature jumped from the top in a blur of bright white to land on the back of one of his attackers. Lee was the faced by a stern looking lioness who purely nodded to him as she took the guy down, not harsh enough to kill him or even permanently injure really. Just enough so that the guy learned not to continue and scared his friend enough that he ran off shortly after. His chest heaving, nose bleeding and the once annoyed eyes of the patrons turning to swift hatred (with a slight hint of fear perhaps) he decided not to stay much longer, he'd get what he needed elsewhere he was sure of it. The door creaked shut behind him as he left and as the noise seemed to echo it signalled that someone was following him.

Slightly worried this would be the start of round two he spun on his heels to face his new potential attacker. Instead, he met the bicoloured gaze of his knight in shining armour or rather, the owner of his knight in shining armour. A pale man stood tall and somewhat smugly as the same white lioness curled her tail around his leg.

"You're welcome," She stated sarcastically with an accent that Lee couldn't quite place but it was different to his that's for sure. He tipped his hat to her slightly.

“Well thank you very much miss but I didn’t need help,” The two strangers both burst out laughing much to the annoyance of Lee.

“Oh really?” The man spoke for the first time, a similar accent to his daemon but slightly different, lower. It made Lee’s spine tingle for reasons he either didn’t know or didn’t care to admit. “Because your busted up face tells me other wise or was getting your ass kicked part of the plan?” Lee rolled his eyes and chose to walk away from the man and his needless sarcasm.

“I heard you were looking for a bear, maybe I can help you.” A pause. He’d dealt with shady business offers before and this was getting dangerously close to sounding like one.

“And what can you tell me about the bear?” He asked turning for what he vowed to be a final time.

“I’m just saying, I'm on my way to pay him a visit,”

“Could you take me to him?” The man made a sudden, sharp noise.

“Ohhh I don’t know saving your ass and helping you find Iorek, you’re racking up debts to us awfully fast Mr..”

“Scoresby, Mr Scoresby” He scoffed slightly fearing what was going to come from this.

“Well then Mr Scoresby, how about I take you to Iorek and you’ll do me a little favour in return?”

“What kind of favour?” He asked incredulously, the man laughed at his hesitance.

“Don’t worry Mr Scoresby I don’t want to deflower you or anything at least, not yet.” He winked at Lee pushing himself up from the wall, Lee’s breath got caught in his throat and he did his best to swallow it, damn he really was desperate though I suppose travelling entirely alone with only his daemon for company can send a man quite mad after a while. “I just need your help, if Iorek’s fond of you then he’ll listen to you and I need his help”

“Need his help how?” The man sighed walking past Lee and starting to walk away.

“ I’ll explain when we get there, you can tag along as long as you’re quiet,” He said

“I don’t do quiet usually but sure, lead the way” He took no notice of Hester’s ‘are you sure this is a good idea?’ look as he followed. “Can I at least get your name if I'm gonna be following you all over town?” He asked, giving a nod of thanks when his accomplice handed him a handkerchief to finally take care of his nose.

The man chuckled but complied none the less, “Call me chief,” he announced proudly before picking up the pace, shouting behind him. “C’mon keep up.”

Lee shared a look with Hester, “Well that’s not weird at all,” she said her usual sarcasm lacing her tone. Eventually, he caught up with him again wasting no time asking whatever was on his mind, to spark riveting conversation.

“Chief of what?”

“Just Chief.”

“So how do you know Iorek?”

“He’s an old friend of mine.”

“So about the bear-”

“What do you want with a bear?” They heard behind them. Expecting a confrontation, they turned and were slightly relieved to see a shorter young girl. “You’re bleeding.” she stated like it would have some how been new information for him.

“Thanks for the heads up kid,” He said sarcastic as ever.

“Anyway,” She carried on, “Would he want to see you, this bear?” Chief thought about it for a moment, the answer to that question would likely be no, that’s the whole reason why he needed Lee in the first place but he knew that voicing that might not have been entirely helpful to any of them.

“I hope so,” Lee started, “ you know where he is don’t you?” He immediately moved closer to the man that resided behind the girl and away from Chief. Likely trying to get out of whatever shady thing he thought that he was getting himself into with Chief. Chief leaned down to the lioness and jested, “Glad to see that he trusts us.”

“How do you know him?” The girl asked.

“Well she’s just a sprung box isn’t she? She keeps asking questions!” Lee said ignoring Chief’s snigger and sly “just like some one else I know” comment. “Lee Scoresby!” He shook the man’s hand firmly. “Can you tell me where to find him?”

“Well I could have-”

“I’m just following her lead.” He said much to Lee’s dismay. The girl smiled

“What is it about him? what’s keeping him trapped?”

“Kid I'll tell you when you tell me what you know.” He said sounding frustrated enough to be hilarious.

She thought for a moment before stating, “another time.” Cockily, she walked away leaving Lee dumfounded.

“Why won’t you tell me?”

“Because we need him and I'm not convinced that you won’t take him from us.” He watched Chief follow the girl and her ‘chaperone’ he turned and gave them a look that only barely held back how badly he wanted to stick out his tongue at them. He scoffed as he turned back to Hester shoving his cold hands into both of his pockets.

“Hester, he took my wallet.”

#his dark materials #lee scoresby #x male oc #fiction #hester #fanfcition #x

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