#lee scoresby imagine

[band--psycho]

Lee Scoresby x Reader-Grief Is The Price That's Paid For Love

It's been a while since I've written a story for Lee but I've been re-watching His Dark Materials (+binging the new season!) and I couldn't resist writing this.

I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

Warnings: Grief

His Dark Materials spoilers below!!

“Lee…” Y/n whispered, her eyes blurring with tears as she raised her hand to his cheek.

He still looked like Lee; even down to his iconic cowboy hat, and his eyes, they still had a flicker of mischief in them. But it was nothing like the spark that once lived there and his skin was cold to the touch and graying, nothing like how it was before.

 Because he was dead.

 He was dead… 

She had hoped she wouldn’t see him here; but in her heart she knew something had happened to him. She couldn’t explain it; but for a while now she had just felt this dull ache in her heart. 

That’s why she followed Lyra and Will to The Land Of The Dead…she hoped that the ache in her heart was just from missing him as they had not seen each other in so long. 

Her dæmon, Y/d/n felt it too; and although it was excruciatingly painful for them to be apart; Y/d/n understood why.

But now, she had her answer. The man she loved, the man she planned to have a future with, to share adventures with, to have a family with and to grow old with, was standing right in front of her, nothing more than a ghost. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” Lee breathed, leaning into her touch, before swooping her up in his arms, holding her closer than ever before. He never thought he’d get this opportunity; the chance to hold his Y/n in his arms again, so he was going to savor every last second he possibly could.

They stayed like that for a while,  knowing that this would be one of the very last times they’d be able to hold each other.

“What are you doing here?” he questioned softly, lifting his head from her shoulder to look at her.

Her eyes were puffy and bloodshot from the silent tears she’d been crying, had he not already been dead, he knew his heart probably would’ve shattered there and then at the sight of his Y/n. 

“I had a feeling something had happened to you…I just…I needed…I need to know,” Y/n answered back, trying desperately (and failing)  to hold back her tears as she held onto him, never wanting to let him go. 

“I’m sorry, my love,” he whispered, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead; his hands cupping either side of her face. 

“Come on, no tears,” he sniffled, trying to hold back his own tears as his thumbs wiped away her fallen ones. 

“How can I not cry?” Y/n asked; allowing the tears to fall from her eyes, “You’re dead, Lee…you’re dead…and I wasn’t there-”

The words that fell from her mouth just made her cry more as realisation and guilt washed over her. 

“If you were there you would’ve died too,” Lee soothed; his fingers softly rubbing either side of her neck. 

“At least we’d be together,” 

“Sweetheart,” Lee began, stopping himself for a moment to blink away the tears that were threatening to fall from his eyes, “I love you and I wish we could stay together but we can’t. I need you to live for me; go on all those adventures we planned to,”

He knew how much pain she was in. 

He felt it. 

He wanted nothing more than to walk out of this world, alive and with the woman he loved, to live the future they’d dreamed of. 

But he couldn’t. 

He knew that all they could do now was say goodbye.

Tagging:

@xacatalepsyx @little-diable @ausblack @mypopculturediva @ekaymnslvs @crazy-fan-girl-c137 @niregul @iamnotusnavi @coolshitbruh @i-love-frogs-but-loki-more

#lee scoresby #lee scoresby x reader #lee scoresby imagines #lee scoresby imagine #his dark materials #his dark materials imagines #his dark materials imagine #his dark materials lee scoresby

[silverchainbee]

Okay, who's taking Lin-Manuel Miranda character fic requests? I may have a few and have officially run out of things to read. I'm telling you, I've read everything 😅

Sincerely, a girl with lots of ideas and no writing ability. And nothing to read on my night shift 😭😭😭

#love #fanfic #help #im running out of fanfics fast #LMM #lin manuel miranda #hamilton imagines #lee scoresby #his dark materials #usnavi de la vega #in the heights #alexander hamilton imagines #requests #imagines #fic request #lee scoresby imagine #alexander hamilton imagine #usnavi #usnavi imagines #musicals #the songs are in my head #omg #text post #im desperate help #who even reads these #jack the leerie #jack the lamplighter #mary poppins returns

[calyptramoths]

all the qualified actors in the auditioning room hoping to get the role:

lin manuel miranda walking in last second with toast in his mouth like a teenage girl late for school:

#this is how i imagine it went before they immediately casted him as lee scoresby in hdm #and hermes in percy jackson #nicks thoughts #WHY DID THEY CAST HIM AS AN OLD SOUTHERN MAN HE CANT EVEN KEEP THE ACCENT FOR MORE THAN 5 MINUTES AT A TIME #ill never understand and ill always be mad about it

[hermesmyplatonicbeloved]

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I just think Lin-Manuel needs to stay away from Disney and challenge himself as an actor, therefore, I am disappointed in him for being in a Disney+ show. Like.. come on, man. You can do better than this! This show is a huge downgrade from Lee Scoresby! He definitely has the range and talent for complicated, in-depth character kind of roles! Also, being a theater kid at heart, I can see him being versatile with his physical appearance and want to use SFX makeup. I want him to be versatile with his roles too - let's see him be a cold-hearted psychopath in a thriller film and then a heartthrob doctor in another, for example. RANGE. He can do it, I know, and it'll certainly surprise everyone, especially his (die-hard) fans. I don't know if you're a fan of him or even care, but I just felt like sharing this.

Xx

Do not interact if you don't like pjo Hermes or think he's a horrible father. Keep scrolling. I'm neutral about Lin Manuel. I haven't followed his career; I've only seen a few episodes of his character in dark artifacts.

Okay so the thing is. Hermes is actually a really complicated character. He loves his son, Luke. He also believes that his fate - everyone's fate is set in stone, and nothing he does (as a father or even as a god) can change anyone's fate, especially his son.

But despite this, Hermes is so sorrowful at the fact that his son is going to die in pain that he still tries to bring Luke back to him via Percy and Annabeth. He watches Luke, nearly constantly/as much as he can even when Luke turns enemy. Out of pain/sorrow; he still continue to fight for Luke despite the fact that Hermes himself acknowledges that he's just making it worse. (Yes, I am calling Hermes a hypocrite - please know I say it with love; he's still my fav character).

On top of that, Hermes doesn't have the same kind of power Poseidon and Hades have, so he can't outright break Zeus's laws without ending up punished like Dionysus. Of course there's the other option - If Hermes loves Luke so much why doesn't he switch sides, join Luke against Olympus? Hermes 1. knows Olympus is going to win, 2. has self preservation (Zeus would punish him harshly if he switched sides) and 3. that would take away from Luke's redemption point: dying to do the right thing aka. dying a hero.

So yeah. Hermes has a lot of emotional turmoil going on. Nearly all of it is angst and love and tragedy. He has the depth. Imo playing Hermes is a worthy role. And with so few scenes, I feel like Lin has his work cut out for him. I'm just worried about Rick fucking up the interpretation of Hermes he established in the original series.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts!! All the Lin hate was getting to me and I'm not even a Lin fan - I can't imagine what it's been like for you. And Lin can definitely explore those other roles/genres - Hermes is probably going to be in only 1-2 episodes per season, and on top of that only appearing for a few minutes at a time. Like this is probably barely a part time job for him. He's not doing this full time. It's a lil fun side piece.

#pjo #hermes #pjo hermes #lin manual miranda #lin manuel miranda #luke castellan #hermes & luke castellan #rick riordan #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #percy #good father hermes #he tries #its not nearly enough at all #but the love and attention is there

[thekindwolf99]

Not really a spoiler but if you haven’t finished watching to at least the end of episode 7 then don’t read.

I mean it spoilers ahead

I just finished his dark materials season 3 and I just find it weirdly funny that neither Will nor Lyra got to meet the other’s father?

Like Lyra never meets John Parry which is a shame cause I’m convinced he would have liked her, after everything Lee told him about her.

On the other hand, I don’t know what Will’s reaction would have been to Asriel though I imagine it would have been along the lines of his (more than acceptable) attitude towards Marissa - meaning he would have stepped back while Lyra spoke to Asriel but the minute a threat presented itself he would have been like threatening him with the knife if he (Asriel) made a move to hurt her?

I think it’s a missed opportunity (maybe a fanfic opportunity??) with the concept of a missing scene - one that there isn’t a scene in season 3 (it’s probably not the books and they wouldn’t have had time for it anyway) where Lyra appears at the location of Asriel’s republic and has a final conversation with her parents over all the horrible things they’ve done to others as well as her?

The only slight spoiler I’ll give is Lyra’s reunion with Lee Scoresby - Lyra’s adoptive father and her true father figure in our hearts 🥰. Their reunion was so precious and I loved his interactions with Will as well - his final message to the two of them was to protect each other

So to be honest I guess Will did meet Lyra’s father after all 😏

What do you guys think??

#his dark materials season 3 #his dark materials #hdm season 3 #hdm spoilers #we hate Asriel #John Parry #marisa coulter #asriel belacqua #lee scoresby #Lee is Lyra’s father and we love him #spoilers #don’t read if you haven’t watched at least til the end of season 3 episode 7 #lyra silvertongue #will x lyra #will parry #hdm s3 spoilers #hdm season 3 episode 4 #hdm season 3 episode 5 #hdm season 3 episode 6 #hdm season 3 episode 7

[aercnaut]

forever cackling that l.mm went from playing lee "imagine abadoning your kid like that >:(" scoresby to fuck mothering h.ermes. the deadbeat of all dads.

#*001. ham is my jam // out of character.

[seizurecube]

Listen, it’s been years since I read the books so I’ve been willing to give a lot of things the benefit of the doubt. I didn’t think the children in Cittagazze would have British accents but I let it slide because it ultimately didn’t change anything. I didn’t think Lee Scoresby was supposed to die that early but I can imagine Lin Manuel Miranda being annoying to work with. I’m pretty sure Balthamos was supposed to fly up in the air sobbing when he felt Baruch die but alright, maybe that actor didn’t have the range.

But this?

I am upset. Part of what makes the mulefa so interesting is that their legs are arranged in a CROSS formation - one at the back, one at the front, and one at each side. Because of this they built their society around wheel-like seed pods (i.e. the fruit of knowledge) to become bike animals. Look how they butchered them! And I know this decision will have been made because they already had the quadrupedal rig ready to go and they didn’t want to spend more time and money on animators. So instead the mulefa don’t show up until the end of episode 4 and we get a show all about a fanservicey celebrity couple. Great, that’s never been done before. Having to pirate this season instead of being able to watch it on BBC iPlayer like the rest made me think they would have a bigger budget but clearly they’ve squandered it.

#his dark materials #maybe i'm being overdramatic and there's a good reason for this and they'll still do the thing with the seed pods somehow #but right now I'm just disappointed

[aercnaut-archived]

@kingofthewebxxx said: " don't chase the rabbit. "

" i'll take the kid for the night, maggie. "

ma costa, eyes all red and face all swollen from tears, tries to shake her head, but lee stops her before she can speak, gently putting his hands on her shoulders.

" maggie, " his tone is firm, but soft, " you've got enough goin' on. ya can't give from an empty well, and your other boy needs you. let me take care of lyra. jus' 'til you feel what you need t' feel. okay? "

after a moment, ma costa nods, " thank you, mr. scoresby. "

" call me lee, ma'am. "

with that, she went to her surviving son to prepare for what lee imagines will be a long night while he went to hunt for lyra. she was far too young to be dealing with this.

" you got attached fast. " the hare at his feet takes this opportunity to speak her mind.

" someone has to, hester, " he replies, shoving his hands in his pockets, " she's just a baby. her daemon ain't even settled yet and she had to see... " he trails off. hester doesn't blame him. being severed? it made them both sick, and poor lyra was who found little billy costa.

" she's a brave girl, " says hester, " she'll be alright. "

" yeah, i'm gonna be sure of that. "

" what are you thinking, lee? "

" that baby has had rotten luck with her real parents, " he'd heard the whispers around the gyptian camp of her lineage. he knew what it was like to be in her shoes, " someone's gotta make it up to her. maggie's got her hands full, and -- far 's i can figure it -- we're it, " he pauses to fish a cigarette from his pocket, " someone's gotta make it up to her, an' i'm willin'. "

" i hope you understand the weight of what you're saying. " hester's ears fall flat to her back as she looks up at him critically. he takes a drag of the cigarette.

" i do. for once in my life, in fact, i do. "

send me " don't chase the rabbit " and your muse will be shown a random memory from my muse's past.

#kingofthewebxxx #*002. hire yourself an aeronaut // answered ask. #*102. happy to go wherever the winds take him // headcanon.

[writing-shark]

Things that are OKAY to do in writing!

-Not get it write straight away

Some of my favourite stories I have created have come from a idea that wasn't very good, devolp your ideas, it could take days or even minutes! It dosnt matter!

-Write Fanfiction/self insert

I started with fanficion and it helps your writing so much, it helps you capture characters personality and writing it in your own style, when it comes to creating your own characters having this skill will come in handy, trust me.

-Taking inspo

Inspo is GREAT!! The series I'm working on know 100% came from me having a crush on Lin Manual Mirandas Lee Scoresby (I'm a theater kid OK?) and I just devolped it, its completely diffrent from His Dark Materials now and Leo and Evelyn are my favourite characters to work on!

-Take a break!!

You might hear this a alot but taking a step back for a while to then look at your work with fresh eyes REALLY makes a diffrence. I can't tell you how many times I've either been happy or sad with something I have written only for my opinion to completely change after looking at it again.

(Same with art two but that's for another time :))

-Writing for YOURSELF

Don't listen to others that much. Don't shut them down but if you LIKE the love triangle trope GO FOR IT!! Someone out there hast to like it aswell, and imagine how happy you would be to find a peace of writing with your favourite trope of it isnt enimes to lovers (I love it but it's kinda overused). In my opinion if a trope is done right, then I would read anything!

#books #bookworm #bookstagram #female writers #vintage #writer things #writers of tumblr #writing #writing advice #:) #author #writeblr #writersociety

[secondbetrayer]

Lyra’s Canon-Based Verses

After living for the majority of her life at Jordan, everything is about to change for young Lyra and her dæmon Pan. This verse follows the events Lyra experiences in Northern Lights / Season One including starting to learn about dust, living with and then fleeing from the beautiful yet wicked Mrs Coulter, beginning to be able to read a compass like device called an Alethiometer, befriending Iorek Byrnison and Lee Scoresby, nearly being severed from Pan at Bolvangar, tricking the bear king and losing her best friend at her own father’s hands.

Follow Lyra and Pan to other worlds. This verse follows the events that Lyra experiences during The Subtle Knife / Season Two including meeting Will Parry and Mary Malone, travelling to different worlds, encountering spectres and the mysterious Subtle Knife and once again falling into Mrs Coulter’s clutches.

The new Eve will fall. This verse follows the events that Lyra experiences during The Amber Spyglass / Season Three including being drugged by Mrs Coulter, escaping her once more, a gut wrenching separation from Pan, seeing her lost loved ones in the Land of the Dead, changing what death means forever, experiencing first love and a tear-inducing first heartbreak all the while fulfilling her destiny.

Before the events of His Dark Materials, she was just Lyra of Jordan. This verse follows the events of Lyra’s early childhood living at Jordan College, Oxford. When she isn’t learning, she likes to cause mischief with her best friend Roger and many of the other local Gyptian children.

Following on from the events of the main trilogy. Lyra lost the ability she had to read the Alethiometer and is doing her best to regain it via studying it at St Sophia’s College. She’s still recovering from everything that she went through and her relationship with Pan is becoming strained.

Lyra is still studying the alethiometer at St Sophia’s College. Her relationship with Pan has become even more strained and he soon runs away “to find your imagination”. Lyra goes in search of him but with the existence of the Blue Hotel, a place for dæmons without humans, will she ever be reunited with him?

#( verses; )

[cafeleningrad]

Hi! How you doing lately ? For the Drive them to the airport/help them move/Attend their improv : Marisa Coulter-Lord Asriel-Lord Borel ; Mary Malone-Ma Costa-Serafina Pekkala ; Lee Scoresby-John Parry-Iorek Byrnison

Hei-hei! Thank you very much for the prompts and your questions. Lately life has been a whirlwind of deadlines and excessive workload but since yesterday two major good things fell into place I'm now answering in an optimistic mood. ;) Without further ado, let's get started:

The worst aristocrat trio Drive them to the Airport: Lord Asriel (he doesn't seem to be a terrible boss though, and there is a foreseeable end to his presence.) Help them move: Lord Boriel (after all, he's a lord an probably won't bother to communicate with the service personal... I hope... Imagine moving with Marisa, her little demand how everything has to be arranged picture-perfect probably would drive me insane.) Attend their Improv show: Marisa Coulter (she's on stage, far away, and she's indeed a really good actress.)

Drive them to the Airport: Ma Costa. (This woman does so much for others, a little help is the least one could do for her.) Help them move: Mary Malone. (Probably has an entire clutter of knick-knacks and loose papers but she seems like the person who would happily scheduel tea breaks and would cook a "thank you for helping" dinner.) Attend their Improv show: Serafina Pekkala (anything to look longer at her respectfully.)

Drive them to the Airport: Iorek Byrnison (That seemed like the only remotely realistic thing one could do for him. Imagine an improv show with a species which can't lie...) Help them move: John Parry. (For similar reasons I would help Mary. He seems like someone appreciating a friend's help, and makes sure there's enough water and snacks avaible. Maybe late evening Pizza on top of all.) Attend their Improv show: Lee Scoresby (He's a) funny b) an improv with a Texan accent sounds hillarious.)

Give me 3 characters and I tell you who I would drive to the airport, help move, attend their improv show...

#ask game

[magicandjuliet]

Howl's moving Castle but it's Lee's moving Castle

-

Okay so this is a Lee X Human!Iorek au in which Iorek's life is kind of boring and grey: he's used to not liking himself and has somehow made his peace with it.

But one day, right after a fly in the sky with a mysterious travelling wizard, the young man gets cursed, and the only way to break such curse is to find Lee Scoresby, the only wizard in all of the lands to break the curse he's under.

AND RN I'M JUST IMAGINING LEE CARESSING HIS HAIR AND GOING "IOREK! YOUR HAIR LOOKS JUST LIKE STARLIGHT, IT'S BEAUTIFUL!"

#you're beautiful! #his dark materials #iorek byrnison #lee scoresby #not sure if I'd turn Iorek into an old man #I'll definitely write this #also the you're beautiful scene will hit really hard for him

[princguard-a]

@aercnaut sent:

they're sitting together, watching the stars: her in his lap, him with his arms around her waist. they're quiet, the silence only broken by the sounds of the balloon and the occasional bird call from this high up. he drops his chin to rest on her shoulder, taking in the smell of her -- like a warm fire and the most fragrant of sage. it's intoxicating to him, and his grip around her waist tightens ever so slightly. she makes his head spin in all of the best ways -- ways he didn't even know were possible. he finds himself carefully moving her firey locks to rest over the opposite shoulder, and dipping his head to the crook of her neck, leaving a soft trail of kisses across the skin of her shoulder and neck. "you're so beautiful," he whispers softly. beside him, hester nuzzles hyzenthlay, golden eyes full of the same affection lee felt deep within his very bones.

Lark couldn't recall the last time she could so easily keep her guard down. Every moment had been a fight for survival--for both their survivals. She couldn't pinpoint the exact moment she had fallen for Lee Scoresby but it had been a long time coming and she was tired of fighting her feelings for him. They had been through so much and she was beginning to crave his presence like her lungs craving for air. So when she boldly slipped into his lap without a word; it was enough to convey what she truly felt. She was his. In any way he was willing to have her, she was his.

A soft, contented sigh parted her lips as she felt his strong hands slip and settle onto her waist; holding her there. He was comfortable and warm as she imagined him to be. The scent of leather mixed with tobacco was his usual scents that she had come to love about him. Yet, there was a distinct new scent that she rarely knew. Frankincense. Mr. Scoresby was not playing fair. She tried to focus on the star gazing which had become their routine when she visited. She adored explaining the constellations to him and their old meanings but tonight words didn't seem to do the mood justice. There was no need for them when she felt this comfortable.

Just then, she felt his hand move and she became very still as he brushed her auburn strands over her shoulder. She could feel the cool air sending a chill through the nape of her neck and down her spine and then a sudden warmth of his lips against her skin. Pangs of excitement rushed to her core, her stomach tightening at the contact and causing heat to rush to her cheeks. A light rose dusting of pink spread across her pale features as she listened to his soft words. Beautiful. He thought she was beautiful.

She found herself biting her lip to contain the soft gasp from escaping. She could melt into him--to feel his touch everywhere on her body--to have her heart and soul so aligned to his that they bridge together for a time.

She glanced over to their daemons, who were nestled together as if they were a symbol of their soulful union. Hyzenthlay cooed softly as he draped a protective and affectionate wing over Hester to shield her from the world's ugliness. Her breath hitched then as she found herself shifting in Lee's lap, carefully pivoting and readjusting so she could face him. Her slender legs came to rest on either side of his hips in a gentle straddle. She found herself gazing at him with affection and love, but it was also mixed with something else.

❝ You're the beautiful one.❞ she finally responded and found herself getting lost in those almond-colored eyes. So deep and beautiful and full of light. She would fend off any and all opposition if it meant she could keep gazing into them. She leaned into him, pressing her form against his and feeling his warmth seep into her skin. Her lips captured his in a loving kiss; then another. She kissed him until the air ran out of her lungs.

❝Lee...❞ She pulled away just enough to rest her forehead on his, her hand gently caressing his cheek. She exhaled a soft breath, she was besotted and charmed by him. This was dangerous, but she found that she didn't care, she needed him.

#aercnaut #. the blade of eden ( his dark materials ) #. stories fade into legends and myths ( thread ) #i love them so much

[caitlinsnicket]

what about it? what about us? masterlist

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: mentions of blood, typical violence, angst, mentions of sex.

a/n: I swear some day I'll finish this. I promisse.

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

#his dark materials #his dark materials imagine #imagine #lee scoresby x reader #lee scoresby x y/n #lee scoresby imagine #lee scoresby

[katie-writes24]

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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Imagine Hester teasing Lee while he’s trying to flirt with you.

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“That was real smooth, Lee,” Hester's chirp earns her a pointed look, but the hare daemon’s sarcastic teasing of his flirting tactics only brings giggles bubbling from your own chest.

Lee huffs an embarrassed, “Shush, you,” down towards her, and if the hare could roll her eyes, you’d like to imagine that’s what she’d do with the way her head lulls into a shake. Still, in the time you’ve come to know him, you’ve become used to the way they are together, and this only endears you more towards them.

“No, no,” you hum, leaning against the balloon’s railing in an effort to seem casual, but the fact that it slides you a bit closer to him is what you’re really after, “Hester’s right, that was a pretty smooth line.”

Lee’s brow raises, and your own lingering eye-contact isn’t lost on him, when he leans a bit closer to the railing to ask, “Oh? I’ve got more where that came from.”

“Let’s hear ‘em, then. You never know, they might just work.”

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