What if Lyra had stayed with Mrs. Coulter in Bolvangar? What if things had turned out differently? How might a change of wording affect their relationship and course of events? A different take on the revelation of Mrs. Coulter's true identity and Lyra's adventure. Also Marisa/Asriel. In-progress and recently updated and revised November 2019!

Asriel greeted her with a hungry smile, wrenching the door open more abruptly then she'd expected after only one knock. Her own lips dawned into a wide, eager smirk as heat sparked in her belly and she stepped through the threshold, trying to mask how eager she was. Pre-Canon. (Based heavily on the new TV series.)

She wondered, curiously, if this was what motherhood felt like? A strange warm affection. Still, she smiled for the girl, dark eyes meeting a matching pair. (Based heavily on the new TV series.)

The High Court will not stop until they've found himself and Lyra. Asriel's enemies. Marisa's henchmen and her lovers. It's why he has no choice. He must keep her safe. (Always-A-Dad-Asriel. Canon AU. Show-verse and Book Canon.)

(Episode 3-centric.) Ma Costa knows this world. A world of old, creaking decks and steam whistles and traveling through the moorings. She looks after Lyra that night, telling her about Lord Asriel.

A look at how Will deals with the world after the dust has settled. oneshot

Each word grits out through Lyra's teeth, stained in anger. Anger born in the years of neglect and disappointment and loneliness. (Canon AU. TV-verse.)

Lyra injures herself badly by falling out of a tree. (Pre-series. TV-verse.)

La voix d'Edward la tire de son demi-sommeil nauséeux. Pendant un instant, Marisa croit rêver. Impossible que ce soit Edward qui vocifère ainsi, hurlant comme un chien au coeur de la curée. Impossible qu'il rugisse tous ces mots orduriers, ces mots vils et sales. Pute. Salope. Garce. Fanfic se déroulant treize ans avant le début de la trilogie.

Madison is an orphan of dubious origin and humiliating peculiarity. When the Magisterium takes notice, Madison's life suddenly takes a sharp turn for the worse.

Mrs. Courier meets with Iofur Raknison. Warning, contains non-consensual bear sex.

Lyra and Iorek reunite. Warning, contains bear sex.

Will and Lyra one shot smut plain and simple. Very mature.

It's five years later, and Will and Lyra have each established a life for themselves in their respective worlds. Without hope, they've given up on reuniting. But Dust has plans of its own...

After four years, Lyra has found a way into Will's Oxford. An old enemy has returned to rebuild what Lyra and Will fought so hard to destroy. Can they stop him before he regains control? The fate of the worlds lies in their hands once more.

In honour to Pride Month: aro/ace Lyra ft. other LGBTQA characters sprinkled in for flavour. Each chapter is a new universe where Lyra realises she can love without being in love.

Lyra and Will are approaching their ends... And the Dust surprises them with a last gift, one that they will remember and most certainly appreciate..

The dæmon walks around a neighbourhood careful not to step on houses.

4 characters appear in a strange room and are told to read this series

Nicholas Horazio is nineteen years old and he has forgotten what it feels like to hold his dæmon in his arms. AKA Human experiments but with dæmons.

Set in 2010, 13 years after the end of HDM. Various people, through coincidence, choice, or design, have all become intertwined in what will be the Second War between the Kingdom and the Republic. Read on; reviews are greatly appreciated.

There was supposed to be only one Lyra Belacqua. But random chance assured that there were two. Something had to happen in the critical moment for both worlds and one one of the universes must cease to exist. On the other hand, Lyra Belacqua mustn't die. So two worlds have to become one as the doomed world concentrates round one little girl

Years after the boundaries between worlds were closed, Lyra and Will are given a possible chance to see each other once again, but it brings with it a drastic deadline with dire consequences if the deadline is not met.

Back in Lyra's golden days at Jordan College, she spent much of her time exploring. But there was one place she had never visited before - the catacombs. What lay inside those cryptic halls? Monsters? Money? Secret organisations? Her and Pantalaimon decide to find out.

—Te dije que regresaría, ¿verdad? Que mientras viviera, regresaría aquí, a este banco, sin importar dónde estuviera… Sí, lo había hecho. Se lo había prometido junto a un banco de madera bajo un árbol de largas ramas que tocaban el suelo, allí en el muy lejano Jardín Botánico de Oxford. Y ella le había dicho que le esperaría, ¿no es así? Que le esperaría cada momento de su vida.