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hxney-lemcn · 2 months

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Should I? — Bryon (AFK Journey) x gn! reader

summery: Bryon saves you after you get into a bit of trouble, and you find yourself unable to hold back your feelings.

tw: none

a/n: this isn't the best but I had to get it out of my system. This is for all my Bryon lovers.

wc: 1.6k

Master List

You watched on in awe as a dark colored falcon swooped down and attacked the enemy in front of you. You knew the forest was getting more dangerous, but you refused to let that hinder your research. At least that’s what you wanted to believe as you had been researching the animals in the dark forest for years, yet you were quickly proven wrong.

You had tried to walk around the hypo-fiend who had managed to get into the forest, yet it had caught on to your presence quickly and went to attack you, which led to your current situation. Your heart jumped for more than one reason as Bryon stepped up and stood in front of you, sending an array of sharpened leaves towards the enemy.

He had managed to quickly down the enemy, sustaining some small scratches. Elona flew over to us, landing on his shoulder. It was hard to understand how Bryon felt (that is if he didn’t outright state it), his blindfold blocked the view to his eyes, and his face would tend to remain stoic. That was the only reason you’d ever feel anxious in his presence, as otherwise he was a sense of comfort for you.

You had met Bryon the first day you arrived in the Dark Forest. You had been incredibly anxious as it was your first big step on your own, thankfully, the wilder’s had been extremely kind. You first met Lyca, debriefing her on your situation and she quickly brought you to Bryon. She explained how as a Windwhisperer, he could help you find the perfect spot for the animals you wanted to observe. At first you were intimidated, he was stoic and looked no-nonsense. Not to mention he was the most beautiful man you had laid eyes on.

Quickly, you learned that he wasn’t as scary as he looked. Both him, and his falcon, you learned to be called Elona, were quite sweet. When he brought you to a river clearing where all kinds of animals stopped by for a drink, he had offered you an abandoned cottage just a few meters away. You were flabbergasted to say the least, as you hadn’t expected such an offer. You had fumbled, offering money or some form of way to pay for the place, but Bryon had merely shook his head. He simply stated, “No one is currently using it, no reason not to let you stay there for the time being.”

That had been three years ago, and you found yourself running into Bryon more often than not. He had checked in on you after a few weeks of your move, stating that “You are my responsibility.” You weren’t sure what he meant by that, as other lightbearer refugees hadn’t spoken of having wilder companions. Of course the wilder’s would help them if needed, but otherwise the two factions would just let the other be. Of course you weren’t opposed to making friends, but you weren’t sure how to react to such a statement.

Over time, you realized that Bryon seemed a bit lonely, and you had started to go out of your way to give him things. Whether it would be making a pie or giving him a sketch of an animal you thought he’d like (you only started doing this when he revealed he could actually see things). You both had quickly become friends, as when Bryon had free time, he would join you in your watch party and point out facts of the animals that you might’ve missed.

You found yourself quickly falling for the reclusive man. You caught yourself thinking things you’d never thought of before, wanting things you hadn’t cared about before. It felt embarrassing, wanting such things with someone who showed no interest. He had been kind to you, he had cared for you, he didn’t judge you, and when prompted, he gave good advice. It felt wrong to care for him in such a way. He was a pillar of perception, someone who would listen to emotions and the facts to make correct judgements. Yet you couldn’t help yourself. The wish to tuck his hair behind his ears, the wish to hold his hand and hold him. It all felt wrong.

So the moment he stepped in to save you, you felt a mix of emotions. He had warned you of the dangers a few days ago, but you had foolishly ignored them. You felt ashamed, embarrassed, but also happy and lovesick. Bryon had gone out of his way to save you, even if you were being dumb. Does that mean he listens for you? Does he check in on you even if he’s not around? You felt yourself swooning at the thought.

“Haven’t I warned you to be careful?” Bryon asked, turning around to face you. Even though he had only lightly scolded you, you felt like you had done the worst possible crime.

“Yes,” You replied, looking down to avoid facing him. Once again you felt intimidated as his lips curved down into a slight frown.

“You could’ve been seriously hurt,” He continued to lightly chastise you. “You’re lucky I was coming to visit you today.”

You pouted, wanting to stand up for yourself slightly, “I thought I could sneak around it.”

“You’re louder than you think,” Bryon muttered.

“It’s not my fault you have such good hearing,” You replied back, crossing your arms. “Besides, I still need to do research, I’m close to a breakthrough!”

“Then I’ll be your guard,” Bryon concluded. “Lead the way.”

It wasn’t fair how easily he managed to fluster you. You weren’t sure if he did it on purpose or if he even realized the effect he had on you, but you hated it. You stumbled forward as his words kept repeating in your head. He’ll be your guard…that felt like such an intimate position. You weren’t a noble, you weren’t someone important, but Bryon had deemed you important enough to protect. Dura above you just wanted to kiss him to get these feelings out.

“Are you alright?” Bryon asked as you both had walked a little. “Your breathing is rapid.”

How you wished the ground could just swallow you whole. One thing you found out rather quickly is that Bryon caught on to things quickly, but he knew when to back down thankfully.

“I’m fine,” You replied, feeling your face warm. Imagine him finding out your feelings now of all times…

“...” Bryon paused, contemplating his next words carefully. “Do not be afraid to come to me with anything. I’ll be by your side no matter what.”

He just won’t stop. The more honeyed words he spoke, the more you felt yourself wanting to confess. You had kept these feelings to yourself for so long, you were close to bursting. It didn’t help that the way he spoke towards you gave you an inkling of hope that he may reciprocate. You hadn’t ever heard him utter such things to Lyca or Solise. Of course he was friendly with them, but he was a bit more quiet with them.

“I know,” You replied softly, glancing at him as you neared the river bed. Dura, how did he manage to look at you so softly with cloth covering his eyes? You paused as the blue river came into view. The gentle tinkling of water was heard along with the cries of birds. A rabbit froze, before continuing to eat the leafy greens in front of it. A sudden longing filled you. The need to get these stupid feelings off your chest. To free your heart from the cage you entrapped it in. As always, Bryon seemed to read you perfectly, keeping his attention on you as you fully faced him.

“Bryon,” You called out, causing him to tilt his head cutely. “I hold romantic feelings towards you.” Not exactly the most romantic confession, but you didn’t want to say love so soon, as you needed more time to process your feelings. You had managed to catch Bryon off guard, as he wasn’t expecting a confession from you. He knew that people found him attractive, but they always ended up being put off by him somehow. No one really stuck around long enough. Yet you were different, you stuck by his side, you gave him your friendship, and now you were giving him your heart?

Yes, he found himself liking you more than most. He liked the sound of your laughter (it sounded even better when he was the cause), he liked the warmth of your touch, he liked the smell of the berries you always carried on you. He liked your compassion, he liked your passion, he liked your stubbornness. Most of all, he liked you. Bryon isn’t completely sure when his feelings had shifted from friendly to more, perhaps it had always been more and he was just now realizing, but the fact remained the same. He felt the same way, and he was more than relieved to hear you felt for him in such a way.

You, on the other hand, had become a nervous wreck the longer the white haired man stayed silent. His face gave away nothing as he faced you, Elona made it all the more intimidating. Perhaps you shouldn’t have said anything. He probably couldn’t even have a relationship due to his role as Windwhisperer. He was probably thinking of a nice way of rejecting yo-

“I feel the same way,” Bryon said softly. Oh what you would give to see the look in his eyes.

“You know,” You started, shifting back and forth on your feet. “I could use a break from research, maybe we could go on a date instead.” You couldn’t see it, but Bryon felt like he was on fire. He was still wrapping his head around the fact that you liked him, and now you two were going on a date? He wasn’t prepared at all, but he couldn’t let this opportunity go to waste.

“Okay,” He agreed, a small smile taking over his features. “Lead the way, I’ll be right by your side.”

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teabunnee · 2 months

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Okay so I mayyy have a massive crush on Bryon. And I mayyy have absolutely loved the one u did for him before. Any chance you could make another romantic Bryon one? If not its absolutely fine just know I WILL be re-reading the one u already made 20 times a day lmao

Byron Boyfriend headcannons

Byron, boyfriend, Byfriend? Boyron?

Aw thanks! I’m glad people have been liking the AFK characters!

Byron carries himself with a certain level of grace, befitting for such a windwhisperer.

I think Byron, like most WindWhisperers, had to teach themselves how to regulate all of the information they are able to gather. Blindfolding himself helps sharpen his hearing, but it also reduces sensory issues as well.

Byron carries a lot of Wilder and Dark Forest secrets in himself, it’s part of his job. Some of them you’ll have to accept he’ll keep forever, not for his sake, but for the sake of others. Some of them weigh heavy on him, a child’s lament in Dahnie’s Orphanage, the coughs of a sick old man. The cries of the refugees, and their hatred during the exclusion edict in particular were…tough on him.

Of course, he doesn’t talk about this at all with anyone else. He can seem impassive and cold, and you have to remind him not to keep everything to himself all of the time. So he does tell you, not the details, but how he felt.

Later in the relationship, you’re the only one that can actually take off his blindfold. He’ll do it himself, most times, and it was a shock to you that he did it so casually. You stare at him in wonder, and he smiles at you, genuinely.

he’s hyperaware of your footsteps, your laughter, your voice. He will always turn to you as you approach him.

I think Byron does have a sense of humor, but he disguises it by being cool and collected.

He will do the most romantic things out of nowhere and tilt his head at your flustering with almost mock confusion. Like, he’ll kiss the top of your head then go talk to Elona about some messages he got. He is doing it on purpose, you swear. You touch your head, and feel a flower he’d somehow managed to put on you without you realising.

During his away-from-home missions, you sometimes find Elona coming by, whether it’s her own choice to do so, or Byron’s way of saying he’s thinking of you, it’s a sweet gesture all the same. Remember to give the good bird treats and a scritch-scritch.

Byron knows the most secluded, peaceful places in the dark forest. Waterfalls, ponds, an empty clearing at the top of a hill. He takes you there for outings, and if you happen to fall asleep, he’ll keep watch for you. Pull him down and demand cuddles, and he will oblige.

Byron doesn’t actually tell anyone he’s in a relationship until much later. Lorsan and Lyca are gobsmacked, especially Lorsan. How the hell did he manage to keep THAT from them?!

You swear he was smiling at the chaos unfolding.

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merakiarchives · 1 month

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hi hi good day! i’ve been seeing you pop up on the afk journey tag quite a bit and thought that your content is great esp cuz there isn’t much fics in the fandom yet as it is still growing ^-^

so i wanted to request (if you Are taking requests) a bryon x reader with a childhood friend!reader / perhaps friends to lovers trope :3? like how their friendship started, when did he or reader catch feelings, etc. the rest is up to u really <3 do take ur time hehe

i hope ur having a wonderful day!! apologies for any mistakes it’s been a while since i’ve requested smthn from a blog haha (i think like a year or so uuuu @-@)

A/N: Hi!! To be honest, I really love this idea! Huge Bryon simp here- But, honestly I could kind of see this. Considering that he didn’t have many friends other than Lorsan and Lyca, I feel like he would end up falling for one of his close friends. Also, sorry the ending is a bit rushed! Here’s another Fic of Bryon if your interested

The Acquaintance

I Wish you Blue Birds in the Spring

To give your heart a song to sing..

And then a kiss,

But more than this,

I wish you love!

Snowbird -Quote Written by: A. A. Beach & C. Trenet

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Characters: Bryon x Childhood friend! GN! Reader

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Genre: Fluff, Fic, small angst, friends to lovers

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Warnings: None

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How did it start?

“Bryon! Hello??? Earth to Mr.Bryon!” You giggle, following the training windwhisperer with a grin. “Hello??? Ow! Sorry Elona! I’m just trying to be friends with him!” You pout as Elona pecks at your hair. Her wings repeatedly flapping against you.

“Ah.. Elona.. please, get off.” He mumbles, calling the angry bird back to his side. Taking a glance at you before sighing. Continuing to walk down the pathway in the forest.

This continued for a few years, you following Bryon around, trying to talk with him, getting attacked by Elona, and Bryon just sighing and continuing to walk away.

However, some days when you just end up rambling about a random topic.. he seems to listen to you. Occasionally nodding along and Elona seemed to have stopped getting mad at you.

When you finally asked him again if he wanted to be friends, you were overjoyed when he finally, after such a long time, said yes.

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Who fell first?

Oh boy.. where should I start.. Bryon fell first, and he fell hard. He didn’t even know at first! He just thought it’s how you feel when you have friends.

Rip Bryon when Lyca and Lorsan found out. They teased him to the ends of the Esperia and back. You just wanted to be friends, little did you know. The windwhisperer, as you spent time together, fell hard for you. Of course, being the quiet man he is, never said anything.

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How did he confess?

“Ah.. Wait up!” He yelped, quickly walking over and catching up with you. “I- I wanted to ask you to come with me to gather some herbs..?” He offered, an intense blush on his face when he glanced at you.

“Oh! Of course, let’s go now!” You smile, excitedly grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the village.

As you guys finally started to pick out herbs, Bryon would cast longing glances at you. Occasionally stopping to ask you random questions that, although he knew the answer of, he still asked you. Mostly just to listen to you talk about the question with a bright smile of your lips.

Maybe even a few accidental shoulder bumps, and stopping to share a lunch. “Uhm.. I wanted to ask you something before we continue.. look I uh. I really like you. Please do me the greatest honor to be my significant other.” He confessed almost immediately breaking the silence as you gasp. He held out a small bouquet of various flowers. With Elona carefully cooing at you from the side.

“I- Bryon.. I’d love to!” You almost cry, immediately wrapping your arms around him. Chuckling softly as he pulls you against him by your waist. He softly carefully kisses you before whispering. "Thank you.. my little flower.”

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obsessedwrhys · 13 days

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Do you have any angst headcanons for Lorsan (AFKJ)? Doesn’t even have to be ship related I just love a good lil sad bunny boy every now and then and I’m curious if you have anything in mind

|| LORSAN ANGST HEADCANONS ||

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ major angst, bit of fluff, I added some relationship headcanons as well, enjoy!!

He has self esteem issues.

It's the constant overthinking of whether if he's good enough that made him this way. With all the corruption happening in the land of his home, he just feels the guilt.

He tells himself he did what was right setting out searching for help but was it right to have abandon his people when they could have been better if he stayed and helped instead?

That's why whenever the thoughts became unbearable, he'll start pacing up and down and even sometimes go as far as to pulling at his own bunny ears.

He just doesn't wish to be a burden to anyone.

Adding on that his big sister is such a good role model to others, it pressures him even more to try to be as perfect as she is. After all, he never was a good student at the Jade Lake Academy when he was a kid.

Although he always plays off as the cool guy and whatever, most of the time it's his way of coping with his insecurities.

So if you happen to be dating him, communication will be a huge issue in the relationship.

He doesn't listen to you even though he's a windwhisperer. It's quite ironic.

You always have to point out the things he's doing is not good for him or that what he's doing is not fine with you. He can be a bit slow.

He also gets depressed easily if left alone. That's why he's very chatty when he's around his friends. It's all because of his fear of loneliness.

He just doesn't want to be abandoned.

The thought of all his friends forgetting about him scares him.

Another thing I would like to say is I think that whenever he cries, he starts off with like this high pitch whimper. It's like those cries where he feels so vulnerable that he completely loses all hope in himself.

Whenever he's upset or anxious, he grabs onto his arms like he's hugging himself. It's how he tries to comfort himself.

If you were to offer him a hug, he'll literally melt into your embrace and start crying shamelessly. He'd struggle to talk through the hiccups as he pour out his problems

"I—I'm sorry— hgnh! I wasn't thi-thinking right... hold me hnn... mm..." He'd cry, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

He rarely cries so when it does its from the days of bottling up his emotions deep inside.

Sometimes when he gets too frustrated, he'll accidentally lash out and bite you which ends up with him apologising nonstop. All this leading to him hating himself even more.

Even though he has his issues, he's still a person just like everybody else. You just hope that someday he'll realise there's no shame in being imperfect.

(Sorry this was a bit short, I ran out of ideas 😅)

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httpsbearily · 7 days

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☆*: A Rabbit’s Mind

[Tags]: smut | lorsan x reader | GN reader

Minors Do Not Interact

[Author’s Note]: I’ve added a 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 audio to enhance the experience and stimulate your imagination. You can ignore it or play it, it’s up to you, it won’t affect anything. The scenario is him trying to stay quiet as he straight up jorks it...and by "it", haha, well. lets justr say. His peanits.

Lorsan missed you. No, it was beyond that, he missed you every hour that you weren’t by his side—tonight, right now, he yearned for you. He craved your presence like it was water and he was a dying man stranded in the blazing desert.

Normally Lorsan could hold himself together, the company of his traveling partners an ever-present reminder that he could only indulge himself so much. But lately the situation felt different, almost uncomfortably tense. Maybe it was because it had been a couple of weeks since Lorsan had last seen you; Or maybe it was because the weight of his previous mission had finally subsided and his stress levels were no longer near stroke inducing. Whatever the reason, Lorsan had found himself these past couple of days with a near constant stiffness in his pants and escalating thoughts. It was so disruptive to his newfound goal of traveling all of Esperia that even the great magister, Merlin, had grown concerned that the bunny had come down with some kind of illness.

"Lorsan, are you sure you're alright?" The magister had asked, gathering the attention of the loyal hamster subjects.

"Yeah, you don't look so good!" Chippy added, clambering around the magister's legs with his bulky backpack noisily rattling as he did so. He peered up at the slightly flushed windwhisperer with a confused expression on his face to which Hammie had pushed away with her hand.

"It's not that you look bad, you just seem a little out of it. But now that I think about it, you're symptoms have consistently increasing in degree since last week," said Hammie.

"So you've noticed as well?" The magister asked the familiars with a hand to the chin in thought.

"Of course! We would not be fit to serve you if we couldn't notice at least this much," Hammie exclaimed with her usual enthusiasm for her master.

"I'm fine," Lorsan finally interjected with a wave of his hand and a smirking grin as he tilted his head to the side, "What, trying to get rid of me already? It's only been a couple of weeks since the Dark Forest was saved—you can't possible be tired of me so soon?!"

"It's not that. We're just worried for you," The magister calmly reasoned, not phased by Lorsan's teasing and even less inclined to point out how forced it was.

"I appreciate the sentiment, but I'm fine. Really! Just running a little hot is all but it's nothing to worry about. My ears help me cool off."

For a few seconds no one said anything, not even the magister's chatterbox companions. Lorsan grew slightly worried, had he really behaved so instinctually that he had given himself away?! He was so sure the looseness of his pants had hidden anything that could incriminate him. Sure he'd been sporting a constant light flush on his face and had been increasingly more fidgety when sitting and sleeping lately, but he could easily attribute that to seasonal allergies or something! He doubted they knew much about his rabbit-person biology anyway so pulling one over their head might prove to be easy. However, Lorsan didn't need to defend himself before the magister finally nodded and concluded, "If you say so. In any case, we should set up camp and rest for now."

"Already? But the sun won't set for another few hou—" Chippy was cut off by the magister.

"I'm tired. We've been wandering for weeks now without stopping. Calling it a day a little early won't hinder our progress. It's not like we have a destination anyways."

And so, after distribution of chores, Lorsan found himself alone gathering edible vegetation while Chippy searched for firewood and the magister—partnered with Hammie—set up the tents. The more distance the wilder put between himself and his travel group, the more he began to pant. He had been holding himself in restraint for so long, having to endure the images of you flashing in his mind in all kinds of situations with complete control. Your smile, your laugh, the scent of your hair, the sound of his name from your lips, the arch of your back, the feeling of your hands around his throbbing—....

He was doing it again. Lorsan let out a frustrated noise, his hands tangling into his hair as he shook his head to clear it. It'd already been almost 10 minutes since he separated from the group and he hadn't found a single plant to eat. He just couldn't focus, and it was all your fault! The way you cried out as he ravaged you in a mating press, how good you felt clenching around his weeping member as if refusing to let him pull out. He could almost swear you were right in-front of him on your knees looking up at him with teary eyes as you tried your best to please him with your mouth, one hand massaging his balls and the other wandering up his stomach, nails lightly scrapping against his skin. Dura above...he might actually go insane.

"Get yourself together, Lorsan," the rabbit told himself, "you're acting like, well, a bunny in heat—…”

Oh. Oh. The realization crashed over Lorsan causing him to stumble a step back. Completely forgetting what he was meant to be doing, he dashed back to the campsite, almost tumbling into Chippy on the way. The surprised hamster called out for him but Lorsan paid him no mind. When he reached the camp, he was breathing heavily, his chest heaving, and he looked like he had been chased by a golem all the way from Holistone. Merlin, who had been setting up the last leg of the tent, looked at the wilder with startled eyes.

"Lorsan? What ha—"

"How long ago was the start of spring?" He interrupted.

"...?" The magister raised an eyebrow, "About 2 and a half moon cycles ago."

"Oh no..."

"Lorsan, what's wron—Lorsan?!"

It made sense, it finally all made sense. As Lorsan bound back the way he came, he left the others calling behind him, only faintly hearing their footsteps following after him. He should have known that when he started thinking of you, sweaty and panting on the bed with his cum leaking out of you after filling you so full in delusion that you'd have his kits, that his rut was near. It was so obvious and he was frustrated with himself, so ashamed to be (and have been) thinking if you that way—after all, the two of you were just friends. If only you knew of his desires, if only you wanted the too; To be pressed against the wall with your arms over his shoulders and one of your legs hitched up to his waist, exposing all yourself to him as he thrust into you.

Lorsan felt himself twitch in his pants and he almost collapsed on the spot. He'd almost forgotten how hard he was already and his running didn't help—in fact, the rubbing of the fabric of his clothes against him felt so good.

Misarte, please forgive me.

He dashed to the left of the path, behind the wall of trees and shrubbery in hopes that the others would not find him. Allowing himself to slow down before he came in his pants, Lorsan floundered about in search of a hidden spot behind some boulder or in some small cave. But there was none. All around him there was only trees and bushes that permitted a small degree of obscurity. It would have to do lest the others discover him out in the open field. With a hazy alertness, Lorsan shrugged against a particularly big tree, his chest partially pressed against it, swiveling his ears around on his head to listen for any approaching footsteps. Hearing nothing, he allowed himself to free his aching member from his pants.

Almost immediately, he began to whimper. He was already so sensitive after denying himself for so many days, and the feeling of his own hand was already a celestial sent blessing. With a gasping breath, he began to stroke himself slowly and without-hesitation recalled all the scenarios he had been fantasizing about this past week. He imagined himself blindfolded, his wrists tied behind him, as he sat in a chair with you draped over his lap. He imagined you teasing him by hovering your opening over his leaking cock, wiggling your hips so that he would brush against you but never penetrate. He would be so desperate for you, begging you to please sit down, to please take him, to please let him move. You would only innocently smile, taking immense pleasure in his lust filled state, not satisfying him until you yourself could no longer hold back--and once you finally let him fill you he would be so eager, moving his hips quickly but clumsily as his desire reached its peak. It would be the end of him if you grabbed the base of his ears, or worse, his tail.

Lorsan lifted his head from his arm that braced his weight against the tree, not even realizing he had covered his eyes. His hand had increased in its pace and moans had begun to slip from him. To which, he remembered that he had to regulate his noise level to not be found out by the others whom he heard in the distance.

Surprisingly, this was not enough for the wilder. His rabbit instincts were driving him to breed so moving his hand would not cut it. The hardest thing he'd ever done in his life was pulling his hand away, immediately blocking the flow of pleasure that was coursing through his veins which caused him to cry out in protest at himself. Only a momentary displeasure however, because Lorsan had vaguely remembered passing a bushel of bright colored, astonishingly large berries. If you could even call them berries. They rivaled the size of small melons, and if his [foggy] memory was correct, they were filled with a gelatinous water. Tucking himself back into his pants, Lorsan moved on shaky legs towards the direction he saw the berries.

It didn't take long to find them, and only after a couple of minutes, Lorsan was back to his tree with a large berry held in both hands. The texture of the berry's exterior felt fuzzy but the shell was solid, making it an adequate resource for the bunny. With his two thumbs, he pressed against the weak point of the shell which broke a hole into it causing the juices to splatter his hands. Sticking two fingers into it, he felt around to confirm it was indeed a Water Berry and his heart raced. He never thought he'd behave so ferally, but the heat in his core drove him to act rashly. Oh well, that would be something for him to reflect on after he calmed down. Right now, he focused on taking his shaft out—once again—and dropping to his knees.

In his mind, he had you on all fours, your legs spread wide enough that your own juices dripped onto the floor. Your back was arched as you pressed your face into the pillow, your fingers clutching onto the sheets for dear life. His hands are on the bend of your hips to hold you against him as he gyrated his own hips against you, the tip of his dick buried so deep inside you that you could almost feel it against your stomach. In reality, Lorsan was hunched over on his knees, holding the berry with both hands as he brought it close to his hips for him to penetrate. The water of the berry seemed to closely resemble your fluids, and the squelching that sounded when he fully sheathed himself inside it made Lorsan moan out loudly.

He quickly hushed himself, once again twitching his ears to listen for any incoming intrusion, and only beginning to move against the berry when he found none. He held the berry still, letting his hips thrust against it as he imagined it was you and oh did it feel so good. His actions not only satisfied his drive to mate, but it allowed him to fall deeper into his fantasies of you. The rabbit moaned and whined in pleasure, his tail waggling at the sensation of it all, and his ears swiveling on overdrive. He pushed deeply into the Water Berry and shivered when the fluid squirt against his abdomen.

His peak was close and he felt his thrusts speeding up, his balls beginning to slap against the exterior of the berry causing an extra stimulus to the wilder. Lorsan imagined you on your back, your entire front side within his view. Your face was contorted in pleasure and your legs shook by his side. You would have cum multiple times by this point so you would be absolutely wracked with hypersensitivity, tearing falling from your eyes as you begged Lorsan, 'please'. Your hands grip his arms for stability, your toes curling, and still he would not stop. Not until you were dripping with his cum. It would take you praising him for his release to hit, and when it did, it would be full force.

Lorsan cried out, forgetting the requirement to be quite, as his orgasm suddenly hit him. He was so caught up in his mind, he hadn't realized he was sinfully abusing the berry. His hips stuttered intensely, his ears going rigid atop his head, as his filled his makeshift toy with his sticky mess. Perhaps it was because he had been so pent up, but the rabbit seemed to spurt out white ropes of cum for an incredible amount of time—it even began to leak out of the berry despite him still sheathed deeply inside. The rabbit moaned loudly, only finally slowing his movements when his high passed.

It wasn't you, but Lorsan's need to breed had [somewhat] been satiated and that was good enough for now. He hoped he wouldn't have to do this again any time soon, but with how strongly his rut had hit him this time, he wasn't confident. Breathing heavily, he pulled out of the berry, the movement causing his cock to twitch in sensitivity. From the sloppy hole flowed the mixture of watery fluids and cum, a combination that surprisingly was not as gross as he'd think. Weakly, Lorsan buried the used berry in the dirt using dead leaves to cover the evidence of his presence before cleaning himself up [he really needs to wash his clothes not] and fixing his clothes.

With a newfound tiredness, the wilder made his way out from the canopy of trees back to his concerned friends that were still looking for him. He definitely owed them an apology, and an explanation which he would lie about...obviously.

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dawn-of-worlds · 1 year

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...there's a way

At Haebarik's command, Maretik descends and seeks out its charges. The plains of Nak it avoids for fear of the Priesthood's corruption. The city of Etevaasin, lacking many humans, is likewise left alone. But every other region of Incarien is considered, and throughout a single long night, the whale descends first here, then there, swallowing small villages and the fields surrounding them, shrines and stables and storerooms, lone fishing boats washed out to sea.

A wide array of people is taken and carried through the skies. Farmers and foragers of southern Incarien, whalers from the far northeast, a few shepherds and hermits from less-settled inlands, Corobel's followers who journeyed west. Together, they number over a thousand.

After a while, no more souls are taken. The Whale then flies east; past the lands of those cursed priests, past the sea, past Baled. The sun climbs in the sky as its journey draws to a close; when it at last lands (or rather floats very close to the ground) it is nearing noon.

The occupants are expelled on the continent called Lekesh, in a place where two great rivers merge into one. Among them are shepherds, farmers, fishermen, potters of Erland, tomb-builders of Laneth, weather-mages of Tepponilamek, and a few worshippers of Naakrsh, for while Maretik was instructed to avoid those places where its Priesthood holds sway, the serpent-god is closer to humanity than any other deity, and not easily made forgotten.

Silently, the crowd stares at the Whale as it gently ascends again. Then, as Maretik disappears behind the clouds, it is as if a spell is broken, and a great commotion erupts. People run about in a panic, looking for friends and family that may or may not have been taken. Some search through piles of disgorged goods, looking for food, tools, building materials. Goats and pigs flee into the wilderness, where they shall breed and in turn be recaptured.

Three groups arise throughout this confusing first day, each quick to secure a portion of the spoils for itself, each desperate to acquire more. Disputes arise over the division of property, the ownership of the strange treasures found, over leadership and authority. But most of all, there is disagreement over the nature of this upheaval.

A first group, of whalers and fishers but Windwhisperers and southern farmers too, declares that their displacement has no deeper meaning, and that they are thus free to seek a way home. Their leader is a shepherdess from northeast Incarien. Though she alone was taken from her village, and loneliness weighs down on her with each moment, her spirit remains unbroken and her will focused.

The second group contains poor farmers, potters, tomb-builders, the odd devotee of Naakrsh. They claim that these fertile lands are a gift. The gods brought them here to fulfill a sacred plan (though its particulars must still be divined). A temple must be constructed, a priesthood annointed, a city built to house the faithful, so that at last their great purpose may be gleaned.

The third group is chiefly derived from western villages, left in the wake of Corobel's pilgrimage. They simply hold that this is a punishment, that their ancestors reneged on a divine quest, and are now banished from their sun-blessed homelands. Their members prophesize coming disasters, further punishments, harsh penances that must be undertaken before the sun and moon will at last love them again, and permit their distant descendants return. Already a hundred small sects are emerging, each with their own idea of the exact atonements required.

But then, when war seems inevitable, a handful of voices call for calm. They belong to four ataila: the only ataila on this continent, traders and travelers and teachers, taken along the humans by careless mistake. They alone did not scavenge, joined no side, made no claim about their fate. The appearance of a neutral party gives the factions pause, and uneasy negotiations are started.

The four Ataila, whose names are Koskela, Vainaa, Mianen, and Uulaa, remark that there are three rivers, and three realms between them, and three quarreling groups. Can each not simply choose a realm as their own, and settle there in peace?

"What of the scattered foods and tools?" a human asks. "Who shall take what with them? No group knows what the others have claimed, but all suspect theirs to have the worst lot."

"One by one, each group will bring out what they gathered, and place it with one of us four Ataila, favoring the one whose portion is least. Then, when all deem the division to be fair, there will be a drawing of lots, and each may claim a share and be assured it is equal to the others'."

"Each of you four?" asks a one-eyed human, her tone dripping with mistrust. "You count peculiar, unless you intend to claim one share all to your own kind."

"No." the oldest of the Ataila responds. "The fourth portion shall belong to everyone here. Many have only joined a side out of fear and hunger, but in their hearts are undecided. Here, where the rivers meet, there shall be built a city where all are free to come and go."

"And then?" the human presses on. "We all play nice and go our own ways and never bother each other again? How do you expect that to work? One bad winter and we'll be at each other's throats again. If it won't be us, it'll be our children, who don't care for the promises we made."

"The portions are placed with us Ataila, for we are each part of one." so old Uulaa replies. "Whether you will travel away, or remain here, one of us shall join you. We shall not make more of ourselves, save to replace any lost to accident or violence, shall claim no land or titles, and shall strive only to keep the peace between realms. We do not die of old age, nor starve or grow sick, and so each realm will always have an envoy that the other three may trust."

And so it transpired: the scavenged goods were divided, lots were drawn, a few hasty trades made, and then the three groups each set out to settle those lands they had received, each accompanied by an Atai.

All lands north of the rivers was claimed by the first group, who built boats and traveled downriver in search of the sea, and thus called themselves the Seekers. They crowned the shepherdess their Azure Queen, and declared it their calling to find a way back home, and though none alive today would succeed, their mastery of wind and wave let them swiftly chart all lands bordering the sea between Lekesh and Rasira. Their Atai, Vainaa, serves as instructor to royal scions, and regales them with tales of their illustrious line and long-lost Incarien.

All lands to the south were claimed by the second group, and are found to be rich in lumber and good soil. Led by a disparate priesthood that includes the faithful Atai Koskela, they constructed a great city, home to many temples and shrines, whose creeds are interminglings of Incarien's many faiths. Its priest-council was quick to institute a labor draft, to be used for the construction of city-walls, roads, and monuments, and so these people are called the Builders. Many of them hold that, as the only group to accept the gift they've been given, they should have claim to all three realms, but as long as uncharted lands remain this sentiment is unlikely to lead to bloodshed.

Those remaining lands to the west, rugged and forested, were claimed by the third group, which split up in many small settlements unified by their fierce common faith. They decided that none of their sinful selves deserved the glory of rulership, and thus remain without king or queen. Unofficially, their Atai Mianen has assumed many responsibilities, and so serves as worldly sovereign in all but name. Their name is the Penitent. Their most remote settlements have reached the western mountains, and the bravest there have climbed its peaks and erected altars to Corobel at the summits.

And the stragglers, the sceptics, the undecided, and the opportunistic: those remained with old Uulaa, and established a city, and in time would construct three great bridges to join the rivers' shores. Being drawn from those who would not submit to king or priest or god, they chose to rule themselves. When a decision must be made, the citizens of the Free City gather in the market-square, and there cast their votes. They take great pride in this custom, and thus refer to themselves as the Unruled, and their Atai serves as naught but a diplomat.

(Command Avatar (Create City) for 1 power, 2 power remaining, see below for dark tax structuring magic)

(I can't Command Race (4pt) to found a second city. I could spend 1 point to Command Avatar again and create the second city next turn, but that's ugly from a story perspective, so I'm spending my two and asking any two deities out of Valerie/Laneth/Erland/Naakrsh/Tepponilamek to contribute one point. In return the contributors' orders will be slightly more succesful in the syncretic intermixing that's ongoing, and which will be the subject of a later post of mine.)

(I took the second Create City under the assumption that at least two of you take me up on this offer; if I'm proven wrong I'll pay the deficit next turn)

(edit: seems like it's Erland and Teppo who contributed)

#world 02547 diegesis

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cosmere-metals-tournament · 1 year

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Feruchemy: Round 2 RESULTS

Steel continues to dominate this tournament- it’s now the only metal still in play on both sides!! Feruchemical-Steel (Steelrunner) beat F-Tin (Windwhisperer) with the largest margin in this bracket, 76.9%.

Gold (Bloodmaker) and Duralumin (Connector) both scored 61.5%. Both are pretty cool powers, and we’ve seen them a lot more than their counterparts, Feruchemical Bendalloy (Subsumer) and Chromium (Spinner). So these victories made a lot of sense.

What really surprised me here was ZINC (Sparker), which beat Copper (Archivist) by the slim margin of 54.2%. Given our sample size, that equates to a difference of only 2 votes- but that still came as quite a shock, since I was predicting Copper as the winner for the whole Feruchemical side of the tournament!!!

Feruchemy: Round 3 will begin TONIGHT (3/15) AT 7PM EST.

Allomancy: Round 3 is currently ongoing!!!

#cosmere metals tournament #cosmere #mistborn #feruchemy round 2 #feruchemy round 3

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windwhisperer-windy · 11 days

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Exceptional

My love for you is boldly immense. – you say the loveliest things and my soul beams of radiant energy. You say I am so many wonderful things but it is you who are all those, I merely lay out my soul and heart for you. You are truly the most exceptional person that I have ever known. I wish that I could adequately express the feelings that I have of you. And, I do try, try to every day. I wish my…

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vertexonindia · 8 months

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The coolest member of the squad? Definitely fan

#CoolBreeze

#FanLife

#BeatTheHeat

#FanLove

#StayCool

#BreezyDays

#FanMode

#ChillVibes

#SummerCooling

#WindWhisperer

#FanEssentials

#CoolingSolution

#HeatWaveHero

#FanMagic

#CoolAirCompanion

#BreezeBliss

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onlycosmere · 5 years

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#mistborn #the final empire #brandon sanderson #cfsbf #cosmere #cosmere theories #wob #root #allomancy #seekers #feruchemy #windwhisperer

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thecoppercrew-blog · 5 years

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It took a lot of #association coins, but we finally completed the #WindWhisperer #suit #lovenikki #stylist #red #white #cloud https://www.instagram.com/p/BuEC36ulZy6/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=36if8qbi0zts

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teabunnee · 1 month

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YAY AN AFK WRITER 😭 i’ve been so starved. please gimme any hcs you have for lorsan or lucius (in general or x reader hehe) i love them so much

Lorsan

Lorsan is a dork. But at least he’s your dork!

Whether that’s a good thing or not is up to you.

Lorsan canonically loves flower crowns, as a child. As an adult, he won’t admit it but should you give him some fresh wildflowers, he melts a bit at the gesture. Maybe he’ll make you a crown, though it might be a bit messy from lack of practice.

He does his best to woo you with his words. Many of his compliments, however are pure poetry, and he’s an expert in romantic letters to make you swoon, then he ruins it by praising himself too much.

Don’t be fooled, he’s a romantic at heart. You can see the effort he puts in to sweep you off your feet.

He enjoys making you blush, sneaking you kisses on the cheek when you aren’t looking.

If you take your revenge while he’s talking, he continues talking until he registers the kiss and his voice trails off. It’s a great way to get him to stop talking for a bit.

Dates with the dork are fun! He likes to explore new things with you, or to show you his favorite pretty date spots, he’ll take you to the prettiest, iconic date spots in the Dark Forest, like Lovers’ Wish. (“Though they don’t hold a candle to you, darling”)

Oh, get ready for the pet names. All of them, sometimes in the same sentence. They get cheesier the more mischievous he’s feeling.

Lorsan is your protector, should you need it! It’s sometimes difficult to remember that Lorsan is a skilled Windwhisperer and warrior in his own right, but he’s very good at making people remember.

All of the tension goes out of him when you two are alone, he’ll nuzzle against you, boneless and tail twitching in happiness, kissing your cheek with his lips and his nose. He’s a cuddler, through and through.

Lucius

This man be a himbo. A relatively sophisticated and well-bred himbo, but a himbo all the same.

Dude was straight up missing for two weeks trying to help people. He be himbo

Canonically, most of his advice involves exercise or horses. I don’t think he understands romance. At all.

Lucius is a noble, so his ideas of romance are kind of centred around what he heard growing up. So he courts you, basically, in his own way. He gives you gifts that are simple, practical and beautiful. Bouquets of flowers, jewellery, whatever you asked for him. Service is also a big thing. He’s your literal knight in shining armour, dude will carry you across the globe princess style should you ask him to.

he takes you to his favourite restaurants, they are simple, plain fare. Though with how loved he is by his country, the servers and owners always do their best to make it a good experience.

He’s very sappy, make him something, no matter how stupid or silly it looks, and he wears it with pride in public, proclaiming you as the maker. He gets a bit confused should you get embarrassed.

He likes taking you on horseback rides, he’s named every single one he’s ever ridden, and remembers their temperaments, so it will always be a pleasant experience for you.

He won’t talk to you about his troubles, he’s had to keep it to himself so long that it’s tough for him. He’ll open up to you very slowly, after some needling.

He’s also very hesitant about affection, he won’t initiate it unless you give your permission. He’s very gentlemanly in that regard, though it can be frustrating.

His kisses are very gentle. He cradles your face in his hands, and gazes at you with such tenderness. His hugs are comforting and very warm, like he's protecting you from the entire world.

#afk journey #afk journey x reader #lorsan #lucius #tearequest

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The Acquaintance

Characters: Bryon & GN! Reader

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Genre: Fluff fic

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Prompt: You notice a certain windwhisperer has been eying you up for a while now

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Warnings: Flirty banter/teasing.

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A/N: Hey guys! I'm trying to post at least 1 fic per day. So please be patient if I miss a day or two! Also not my dumb butt forgetting to put tags on this fic until I remembered at 11 at night.

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Bryon had never been one to fall in love. With him, it was only focusing on his academics, Wind-Whisperer duties, and taking care of Elona. He never thought he'd fall in love

Until you happened of course.

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"Yeah, he's totally whipped." Lyca snickered as she nudged your shoulder and nodded towards Bryon who seemed to be focused on watching you. "Congratulations! You've officially got the best Wind Whisperer wrapped around your finger."

You could only stifle your giggles. You turned your look, of course, like Lyca pointed out. Bryon was admiring you, or at least you think. The blindfold makes it hard. Elona perched on his shoulders only tilted her head, and cooed at you.

"Oh, come on, Lyca, me and him wouldn't work out. We don't even know each other. Besides, he doesn't really date people."

"You might be different!" Lyca laughed. Playfully wiggling her eyebrows as she took a sip of tea

"Sure, sure. Believe what you must Lyca" You groan, carefully taking the tea kettle and pouring tea for yourself. "Although, I must admit Elona has been seeking my attention every-so-often."

"Wow.. y'know. I never thought I would see the day that Bryon would let Elona stray from her duties." Lyca laughed

"Sure, Sure. I'm sure it's because Elona loves stealing my apple slices." You sigh, "That and also a few forest creatures have come over too."

"Yeah. Bryon has got it bad" Lorsan chuckled, suddenly joining the conversation. "Has he let you listen to him whistle?"

"A few times yes, that, and also he had asked me to help him with cleaning Elona's feathers." You shrug, making no interest of it.

"The poor man. So whipped" Lyca & Lorsan said in sync.

"Look, Bryon refused to even talk to us when we first tried to be friends with him." Lorsan explains, "It took Granny Dahnie to convince him to try!"

"That, and also Bryon will actually murder someone if they try to even touch Elona. Just like how Elona is so loyal to him." Lyca chimes in. "So, I would say just go ask him. He might just play it off as nothing though."

"Fine, Fine. I'll do it later. He seems busy with Arden" You shrug. Watching Bryon and Arden converse with each other while Elona just watches you.

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A few days later, Elona chirps loudly at your window. The bird had opened it and was staring you down expectantly.

"Ah. Good morning Elona. Did Bryon need something?" You mumble, sitting up from bed and taking the note Elona had in her beak. "Come to the library..? Alright, here please take this back to Bryon." You shrug as you write 'Okay, I'll be there at 8."

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As you enter the Library, you notice the Wind Whisperer quietly reading through a book. Elona resting on the chair next to him

"Bryon..? You needed to see me?" You mumble softly. Waking the Wilder up from his phase and chuckling as he smiles slightly at you.

"Yes, Thank you for coming." He mutters, placing the book down and sighing. "Uhm.. As you may have, noticed or Lyca and Lorsan pointed out. I have been admiring you from afar. However, I'd like to confess I- uh. I like you, would you care to be my significant other?" He mumbles quickly.

Chuckling softly, you pull him close by his belt & carefully kiss him. "I'd love to be your significant other Bryon."

#afk journey x reader #afk arena x reader #meraki_archive writes

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