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Not Allowed — Lorsan (AFK Journey/Arena) x gn! reader

summary: you met a strange wilder and found yourself falling for your fantasy. What seemed like a dream had become a distant memory, but Lorsan thought of it as anything but.

tw: uhhhh lovesick fools making stupid decisions

a/n: I kinda went off on this one. Ending kinda sucks, sorry.

wc: 2.7k

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It has been a fairly normal day for you. You woke up before the crack of dawn, barely taking care of yourself before you made your way outside. It was a crisp autumn morning just like any other which helped you wake up slightly. You dragged yourself over to the chicken coop after picking up your basket. The hens were barely awake, all the easier to grab their eggs. After refilling their water and food, you put the eggs safely away in your kitchen. Then you made your way over to your dairy cows. The nice thing about cows was that you didn’t have to feed them, the bad part was giving them water. You started the horrendous trek of taking your metal bucket, going over to the water pump, filling the bucket, carrying it over to the water trough, and repeating the cycle. 

After all the animals were taken care of, you made your way back to your house to fully take care of yourself. I mean your animals were fed, time to feed yourself. The sun was shining brightly now, the sound of your animals filling the silence. It was a comforting atmosphere, something you wouldn’t trade for the world. You decided to cook a few of the eggs, after all, it's best to have them fresh and you had the freshest. It was when you made your way back to milk your cows had your day changed. 

“Oh boy!” You heard an energetic voice call out. “I wonder if there’s any food.” Fully opening your front door, you watched as a man with bunny ears looked around your farm. At first glance you did find him cute, but that doesn’t mean he can just go stealing your hard work. 

“Excuse me!” You called out, walking over to him. “Do you need food?” The man paused, quickly turning around, he looked as if you had caught him taking a cookie from the cookie jar.

“Oh, uhm, you see I’ve been traveling a great distance and I haven’t had much to eat,” He explained, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. “I didn’t mean any harm.”

The sheepish look on his face had quickly calmed you down, and you felt yourself sympathizing with him, “I can make you something if you’d like.”

“Really?” He asked, perking up. 

“Yeah,” You smiled back. “As long as I can get your name first.” You both introduced yourselves to each other, and you made him a salad at his request (thankfully you still had some lettuce and vegetables). As he ate, Lorsan, as you learned, had talked of his adventures and all he had learned. You, a mere farmer, were quite intrigued by his tales. You rarely left the farm as you sold your products to Rowan who would come to you. The only time you left was to go to the local village to buy items you were running low on once a week. So Lorsan’s tales were quite fascinating. 

“I have to finish my chores now,” You spoke up after Lorsan finished his food. 

“I can help,” He replied, ears twitching slightly. “To thank you for your kindness.”

“Do you know how to milk a cow?” You asked, head tilting to the side. 

“Well…no,” Lorsan responded sheepishly, then a bright smile took over his face. “But I’m a quick learner!”

“I don’t see why not,” You smiled back. His enthusiasm was contagious. You were quickly proven that you should not have trusted him so easily.

“Ah! Careful!” You exclaimed, quickly grasping Lorsan’s wrists to stop him from squeezing too hard. “You’re gonna hurt her if you squeeze like that. You gotta be firm but gentle. Like this.” You moved your hands to cover his and showed him the right amount of pressure. 

“I-I see,” Lorsan stuttered slightly, you missed the way his cheeks turned a light pink. He proceeded to follow your directions after you stepped back and you smiled proudly at how well he was doing now. You had to teach Lorsan how to do some basic chores, but with him by your side, you found yourself enjoying the daily routine that started to feel boring. By the time you both finished, the sun was starting to set.

Feeling a bit of concern (and a bit of selfishness), you asked Lorsan if he wanted to stay for the night. Once again, he was a bit astounded at how kind you had been to him so far. Not to say that people from other villages were unkind, it’s just they were more hesitant to help, and none of them had gone as far as you had. Yes, he had helped you with your chores, but it didn’t feel like much of a chore as you did it together, making jokes together. In fact, Lorsan found himself dreading the day coming to an end. He couldn’t waste any time in just one spot, as the longer he took to find someone to help his people, the more danger they may find themselves in. 

Normally, Lorsan would fool around, he was notorious for his mischievousness back in the dark forest (much to his dismay), but he couldn’t make light of his people’s situation. He had no idea how bad the corruption had gotten, and he feared that by the time he got help it would be too late. It had already been two years since he left after all. But his naive personality still poked through. 

He agreed to your invitation to stay the night as it wouldn’t hurt to get rest in a proper bed. He messed with the salad you made him, green eyes continuing to glance up at you every so often. The conversation had come to a lull as you started to consume your stew. Lorsan felt conflicted, he greatly enjoyed your presence, even if you both had only known each other for a short period of time. He didn’t want to leave so soon, he enjoyed how easily he was able to make you laugh, the look of awe in your eyes as he mentioned his abilities as a Windwhisperers, and your gentle touch as you corrected him. 

His heart beat faster at the memory. Lorsan thought he was coming down with something. It was weird, he hadn’t felt this strongly towards someone before, and he wasn’t sure what to do about it. It kept gnawing at him, a part of him wanted to stay, even if it was for just a bit longer, but his guilty conscience weighed more heavily.

“I wish you could join me,” Lorsan spoke, eyes falling onto a tomato amidst the leafy greens. 

You paused, but didn’t think too much of what he said, “That would be nice. Your travels sound quite fun when you’re not being chased off.” You laughed lightly at the teasing remark, but quickly stopped when Lorsan didn’t laugh with you. 

Your eyes scanned his face. His emerald eyes were down cast, his lips tugged slightly downwards. He used his fork to push around his food, ears slightly droopy. You then realized he was being 100% serious and you felt your heart jump. The scenario reminded you of a cheesy scene in a romantic novel you managed to read in your sparse free time. 

“You would love the dark forest,” Lorsan continued, now twirling his fork. “I think you would get along well with Lyca.”

You fiddled with your napkin, suddenly feeling a heavy weight on your shoulders. He does understand your position, right? You are the sole owner of this farm, you have a life, you have animals and people that depend on you. There was no way you could just drop everything on a whim because you met a cute wilder who wanted you to become his companion on his journey. But you were also young, and the thought of being tied down to one spot, never truly seeing the world, also weighed down on you. It was easier to forget about your wish to explore as you lose yourself in your chores, lose yourself in books and lose yourself in your trade. Lorsan had brought that longing back to the forefront, the want to explore, the need to see sites that laid only in your wildest dreams.

It was all too conflicting for you. 

“...you know I can’t leave,” You muttered, eyes downcast. “This is my home.”

“I know,” Lorsan responded despondently. A pregnant pause followed, and you found yourself wanting to mend whatever had just broken. 

“Come back,” You stated, leaving no room for debate. Lorsan finally lifted his gaze to meet yours. “When you find whoever you need to, when you fix your land, come back.”

Lorsan felt his mind race. He hadn’t thought of coming back, he didn’t need to…not before at least. Would he even be able to come back? His position was high ranking, and he would be needed a lot more once he returned…but he also wanted to see you again. His eyes soaked in the determination in your gaze, how could he deny someone he found so breathtaking? 

“Okay,” He agreed, a small bittersweet smile overtaking him. “But only if you consider one of us going with the other.”

You felt your face warm, that was such a drastic decision, but you supposed you had time to think it over. Yet you still wanted to tease him slightly.

“Are you asking me to run away with you?” You teased, hiding your smile behind your hand. “We’ve only known each other for a day.”

“I don’t see anything wrong with it,” Lorsan stubbornly replied back, trying to hide how warm his face felt. You were right, after all. What business did he have asking you to leave everything behind for him? Because he felt strangely for you? He hardly counted that as a reason, but he still held hope, heart fluttering at the thought of you by his side. 

“Too bad there wasn’t a way we could stay in contact,” You sighed, standing up to clean the table. 

Lorsan’s ear twitched, eyes widening at his brilliant plan, of course it would take a bit of a toll on him, but for you, it was worth it, “I could contact you through the wind! You’ll just have to keep an ear out for my messages.”

Your eyes also widened, not having expected such a response, “I would be able to hear it?”

“You should,” Lorsan nodded excitedly, ears bouncing with the movements. “I don’t mean to brag, but I’ve been pretty good at all this Windwhisperer business from a young age.”

“Then I’ll look forward to the wind.”

That had been over a year ago. The time between Lorsan updating you had grown far and few in between. Your naiveness has dissipated. It was a wonderful fantasy while it lasted, but there were too many flaws in the plan. No matter what way you thought, a problem arose. There was no way you could sell your farm or animals, there was no way you could drop everything just for him. It was too extravagant an ask. And Lorsan couldn’t drop everything for you either. Yes, he may have always dreamed of the world beyond the dark forest, but he had a duty that held him back. That didn’t stop his chest from aching every time he was reminded of you. Farm animals were common on his journey, and he remembered how sweetly you smiled at him as you showed him your chickens. How he longed to stay with you. He didn’t want to be tied down, but was it really being tied down if you were by his side?

While you had given up, Lorsan was still pursuing his dream. He had finally managed to find someone that could dispel the corruption. Not to mention it was thee Merlin. He didn’t waste any time getting them on the first ship to the dark forest. It took more time than he’d like to clear everything. He had met his sister and old friends, but a part of him still felt like he was missing. He loved his people, he really did, but he would constantly strain his ears, listening to your soothing humming that the wind mercifully sent his way.

When everything was said and done, his Master Arden had noticed the gray haired man’s despondency. Lorsan had been given many tasks, not allowing him a moment’s respite. Not even being able to think of coming back to you like he had promised. That familiar feeling of the trees closing in on him returned. The comfort of the forest had become a prison once more.

“What’s troubling you,” Arden asked his pupil, wanting to alleviate his worries. 

Lorsan snapped out of his stupor, he had found himself trying to listen for you once more. “I met someone,” Lorsan explained, knowing better than trying to hide from his mentor. “But my duty lies here, in the dark forest.”

“A good whisperer should listen to not only the wind, but also to his own heart,” Arden responded wisely. “Need not worry about us, as our problems have been resolved.” Lorsan felt his breath hitch, hope overtaking him once more.

…

It has been a normal day for you. Waking up before the crack of dawn, barely taking care of yourself before going to the chicken coop. You put the eggs in your basket, the movements being nearly autonomous. Your days blended together, repeating the same motions over and over. The wind had become a low whistle like it had before, no longer carrying the words you once searched for. Your days have dulled once more. You were just a mere farmer after all.

“I wonder if there’s any food.”

You paused, not sure if you were just hearing things. If your monotonous days had finally broken you and you were hallucinating a reality that had once been real. Your head turned, albeit hesitantly, and your eyes widened at the familiar head of gray hair, green eyes, and bunny ears. You could never forget such a pretty face, nor the sheepish look that rested across it. 

“You’re back,” You stated, slight awe in your tone. You hadn’t really thought he’d ever come back.

“Of course I’m back,” Lorsan scoffed, crossing his arms. “I did promise you, didn’t I?” Your eyes soaked in his figure, noting the backpack that he carried and the slight grin on his lips.

“It’s just been awhile,” You replied, rubbing your arm nervously. “I thought you forgot.”

Lorsan’s jaw fell slack (somewhat comically might I add), “How could I ever forget someone like you!” You felt your heart jump. That feeling you thought you’d gotten over returned like nothing had ever happened, like you both hadn’t been separated for years.

Feeling a bit insecure, you couldn’t help but bring up what weighed on you, “You stopped sending messages.”

His ears drooped slightly in response, “I’m sorry about that. It takes a lot of energy for me to do that, and when I found someone that could help, I wanted them to help as quickly as possible so I could come back.” You truly felt silly. Of course he was busy, he was a hero after all.

“It’s alright,” You smiled, the ache wasn’t fully gone, but you understand. “You’re here now, aren’t you?” 

Lorsan perked up at that, a bright smile overtaking his features, “Yes! Do you remember the second half of our promise?” That was the part you were dreading. Telling him you couldn't move to the dark forest. You nodded, shifted back and forth on your feet.

“If it would be okay with you, I would like to move in.”

For the second time that day you felt yourself freeze. He…wanted to live with you? Didn’t he want to be with his friends? Didn’t he want to live where he grew up? Was he being serious?

“I-I mean it’s okay if you say no,” Lorsan fumbled, feeling his nerves consume him. “I understand, b-but I really enjoyed that day, and I wouldn’t mind helping you with your chores.”

You really shouldn’t say yes. Yes, you got to know him better through his messages, but he still didn’t know you all that well. Even though it had been years since that day, it felt like a rushed move, but his pretty green eyes had your resolve melting.

“Okay,” You agreed, a sheepish smile crawling over your lips. 

“Really?” Lorsan gasped, bouncing on his feet. 

“Yeah,” Your grin widened. “Just don’t cause too much trouble.”

[obsessedwrhys]

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 😅)

[httpsbearily]

☆*: 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.

[teabunnee]

I am very Bryon and Lorsan pilled, if you’d be willing to write something for either or both it would be so wonderful 🌸 have a great day ahead!!

S/O wants to Touch Lorson and Byron’s ears

Bryson 

You can’t sneak up on him. Lorsan has tried, and failed, multiple times. It was surprisingly good practice for him. 

He knows what you’re doing, and he will dodge out of the way, and you might see a cute slight smile on his face. Oddly enough, Elona won’t warn him, and instead just turns to look at you whenever you try to sneak up behind him. If you’re his romantic partner, Elona probably trusts you enough not to harm her friend. But even with the handicap, he still figures out where you are. 

He compliments you on your efforts in a way that shows he absolutely knows what you’re trying to do. 

The best way is to ask him. He’ll tilt his head, nods and kneels gracefully, like a knight. 

His ears are rather downy, and your fingers sink into them, especially the tips, which are basically fur. They probably help with his hearing and his sensitivity to the wind. 

Touching him, his shoulders drop slowly, and he leans towards you. He starts to rumble in a mix of a low groan and…purring? 

CAW!

Elona ruins the moment because now she wants pets too. Thankfully, her feathers are also very soft. 

Lorsan 

He hates being called bunny ears, but you’ve seen him brush them meticulously during camp, and they look ridiculously soft. 

If you stare at his ears, he will preen and tell you about his routine to keep them as soft and as perky as they are. Wandering around for 3 years has apparently done nothing to prevent him from taking proper care of his ears. 

If you sneak up on him, or grab his ears while he’s talking to you, he squeaks and blushes. It’s adorable. 

With a pout, he pulls off your hands by their wrists and leans towards you. 

“If you wanted to touch them, just ask! And be gentle!” 

Lorsan’s ears are super soft, like velvet, and the pink areas are particularly sensitive 

Dude basically melts under your ministrations. Curiously, you scratch the base a little, and…his leg thumps. 

Both of you stop. He blushes even more now and flees. He won't talk to anyone for the rest of the night.

Lyca tells you later, laughing hysterically, that leg thumping was something you’re supposed to grow out of by your teens. 

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Hi hi, hope your reqs are still open and that you don't have much work u.u

I come to humbly ask for something fluffy with best bunny (rabbit?) boy Lorsan, love his interactions, he's a certified sweetheart <3 preferably something with a reader that just loves his bunny features, specially his ears, and loves to tease him for that in a wholesome way! Oh, it'd be so so cute if somehow he was slightly taller than Reader too, it just adds to the adorableness imo because you'll have Reader just cup his face and be like "you're so cute, that's not fair" or asking if they can pet him because his hair looks super soft and fluffy! >3<

I just want to hug him so badly, he's a cutie patootie!!

It’s So Unfair!

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Characters: Lorsan x GN! Reader

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Genre: Fluff, Fic

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Warnings: Established Relationship!

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The sound of snoring and the occasional chirps of birds didn’t come as a surprise to Lorsan. Finding it rather peaceful. Other than the fact he couldn’t be cuddling with your sleeping form, he was content. However, his legs were beginning to fall asleep. Much to his dismay, he just sighed and continued to let you sleep on his lap. Content, peaceful, and unbothered is how many would describe him in this moment.

That is, until you began to wake up. The yawn that made his ears flinch, only invited a small frown on his face. Trailing his hand down to your hair, he began to braid it - in hopes to lure you back to sleep.

“Lorsan.. stop. I gotta wake up” you slur, beginning to sit up. Cautiously taking his hand and intertwining your fingers. Chuckling when he pouts and removes his hand from your hair.

“Please..? Just a little longer. You need the rest” He reasons, carefully stretching his legs before moving to your side. Moving your head to lean on his shoulder. Pressing soft kisses to the exposed skin on your neck.

“I know.. I don’t want your legs to go numb though.” You smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek before getting up and making your way to the kitchen. Lorsan quickly getting up with you and following your trail.

“Lorsan.. your ears are twitching again.” You tease, looking up from the tea kettle you had in your hands. Carefully carrying it to the stove as he stops just a few feet away.

“They are? Crap.. thanks love. I didn’t notice” He mumbled, looking up and pausing when he noticed, they were not, in fact twitching. “Excuse you! How unfair!” He yells, turning away embarrassed as if that would hide his flushed cheeks.

“Sorry, I gotta get back at you somehow.” You shrug. Leaning against the counter as you wait for the water to boil. Watching as Lorsan sighs, pinning you against the counter and leaning down towards your face.

"What's the reason for teasing me so much?" He mumbles, carefully and quietly pressing his forehead against yours.

"It's just fun" You shrug, reaching up and carefully fiddling with the tips of his ears. Pouting slightly when they shoot back up and out of your reach. He smiles as you try to tip toe and reach further.

Grabbing your waist and helping you sit down on the counter. "Careful." He muttered, lowering his ears to your hands and humming in contentment. Closing his eyes and leaning into your affection.

Sliding your hands down his neck and cupping his face, you sigh contently. "Y'know.. you look really adorable." You smile, pressing a kiss to his nose and hugging him. "It's unfair sometimes!"

"I hate to inform you, I really do disagree. I think you're cuter" He smiles, tickling your sides. Stopping as the kettle began to whistle. Unfortunately, breaking the cute moment shared between the both of you. Although.. it definitely wasn't going to be the last you shared together.

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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.

[hxney-lemcn]

Loved your Bryon piece he's one of my favs too! I hope you're inspired to write more sometime :)

I’m so glad!!! We need more afk journey/arena fics! I have an idea for Lorsan so keep your eye out!

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Lorsan NSFW alphabet? I'll do anything for more of this rabbit

Lorsan’s Smut Alphabet

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT-FEM! Reader

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He’s completely dazed, so high on cloud nine that he doesn't want to come down. His ears will drop and lie flat on his back. Once he's collected himself though he grows insanely soft, ears relaxing as he places a kiss on your forehead, asking if anything hurts or if you want anything. Food, some water, medicine, or a warm/cool cloth, he had it all set up on the nightstand before you started and reaches for what he needs before curling up beside you, his arms wrapping around you in some way.

B = Body Part (What’s their favorite body part)

The column of your neck and the shell of your ear. He loooooves nibbling and biting when he takes you, especially from behind. Definitely gets turned on when you leave the hickeys out on display in your shared home.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

You can bet that he loves to cum on your stomach. He finds it absolutely captivating the way it paints your skin - a truly beautiful sight. However, it does make him think about filling you with his kits.

D = Dirty Secret

Definitely has thought of breeding you. No questions asked. Just wants to have a big family with you. He stares at you with desperation in his eyes as he fucks you. Just babbling about how he wants a family with you.

E = Experience (How experienced are they)

Somewhat experienced. He knows about sex but has never really explored it. Definitely a Virgin when he met you though. Usually, his heat would subside after a few days, but after he caught feelings, he 100% didn't start humping pillows pretending that they were you during his heat.

F = Favorite Position

Doggy Style. Need I say more. Loves how your ass is flush against his hips and you can't help but slip against the soft fabric of your mattress.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

Very serious, but also sweet. Will kiss you tenderly, and ask you in a quiet voice if you‘re ready or what you want. Don‘t worry if you don‘t have the answer, Lorsan will figure it out for you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) 

is always scared that too much hair is gonna scare you off so makes sure to shave. he still keeps a small patch and a happy trail just above his cock as it makes him feel like a man, but everything is well-groomed

I = Intimacy (How intimate are they / How do they show it)

He is extremely romantic. He is such a sap I swear to god. He would unironically do those cliche rose petals and candles. Don’t laugh at him okay? He’s trying to be a good partner.

J = Jack Off ( Do they Masturbate or Wait)

Never did it before, even with his heat. Now, when he's awaiting your return from a trip or journey, he'll be desperately pulling and tugging at his cock until you come home. Especially if he is in heat.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

✰ Breeding kink (as said before)

✰ Sensory Depravation

✰ Face-Sitting

L = Location (Where do they like doing it?)

He likes the bedroom a lot mainly because you guys don’t have to worry about being caught. Also, he would rather not have you fall or something and get hurt. The bedroom is safe and secure. Most of the time.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

The way you say his name. The way you coo at him when he does a good job. Praise. That and his spring heat.

N = NO (What are they’re turn offs, what will they never do)

Refuses to hurt you, he's going too fast? Shit, okay he'll slow down. You're too overstimulated? Let's take a break.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He actually wants to ask you to sit on his face. Just absolutely use his mouth while you tug on his hair. The first time you did it, he was so giggly at the fact you were scared of hurting him. Boy, did he make you eat your words. Immediately started to make out with your pussy and made your legs go numb to actually have you sit on his face.

P = Pace (Soft? Hard? Slow? Sensual? Which combination?)

Gentle, until he isn’t. It’s usually when he’s got pent up stress. His grip on you gets so tight that it bruises and his hips smack against yours so hard that the sound echoes in the room.

He makes sure to say sorry afterwards.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

No. Absolutely not. He likes taking his time and making sure you both feel good.

He did it once with you, got caught by Bryon, never again.

R = Risks (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Totally fine with new positions and other kinks. But refuses to do public-sex and anything blood or harm cause to you. He loves you but hates to see you hurt.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go?)

Definitely has, and always will last at least 2+ rounds than you. By the time you were overstimulated, he would be asking for "One more, c'mon baby.. I'll feel so good."

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Doesn‘t use toys on himself, but gets a real kick out of pressing a vibrator to your clit when he fucks you. The way your pussy spasms around him and the added vibrations to his base are insanely hot.

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease? For how long?)]

He‘s a serial teaser. Comments on everything, first in a playful way - but then it get‘s very intense, super quickly. If you were to try tease him, you'd end up not being able to walk for a good week.

V = Volume (How loud can they get?)

Very vocal, but not super loud. Usually just a string of filth that‘s poured right into your ear, louder grunts and desperate exhales whenever he buries his cock in to the hilt.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

is obsessed with the idea of stuffing you full. with anything. his cock, his fingers, his tongue, a dildo, a vibrator, a plug. anything. sometimes, he just cockwarms you because he loves the idea of you being stuffed full. in addition to this, he once came in you and then plugged you up to make sure nothing spilt out

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

When it comes to his manhood, I genuinely think he‘s got a perfectly proportional, average size. Knows how to use it, knows how to make you go insane over it, and uses both of those things to his advantage.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive)

Low, throughout the summer-winter periods. But once spring comes in, better believe your in bed almost every other day.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Instantly, if you let him. However, will take his time to take care of you and help you clean up. Especially helps you take a bath if your legs are weak and you can barely sit up straight.

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Bro- if anyone has seen my Lorsan x Reader x Bryon series.. PLEASE GIVE ME IDEAS FOR THE LAST PART. ITS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR I THINK A MONTH. IM PANICKING GUYS. SHAKIN IN MY BOOTS PANICKED.

[merakiarchives]

Hello! I saw you are taking requests again! Could we maybe get some Lorsan x reader? (AFK Journey) Could be fluff or smut, depends on you! Have a great day! <3

Just posted Lorsan's Smut Alphabet!

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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.”

[hxney-lemcn]

One Shots

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

Not Allowed — Lorsan (AFK Journey/Arena) x gn! reader

The Show Goes On — Berial (AFK Journey x gn! reader)

Headcanons

More Than Friends — Rhys (AFK Journey) x gn! reader