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I want him

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Flins drabbles & hcs

I have two different drafts in the works, if anyone sees this let me know what you would prefer seeing first :3 Thanks gang. I’m trying to get back into my flow state lol

You all have spoken, what’ll come first is nsfw-ish (I’m ngl gang I have no idea what I meant with that but we roll)

Next post…?

fluffy intimacy

nsfw-ish intimacy (f.reader)

Voting ended onJan 27

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A Melusine’s Mistletoe

I would like to apologize for how incredibly absent I’ve been, I feel like a man who went out to buy milk. Expect I’m not a man. And I didn’t go buy milk. Negative aura. Green with flies.

Also for the terrible timing of this post. I’m going to slowly work on my Flins drafts and upload them! I have a couple of them lined up

—> Neuvillette x gn reader, mistletoe kiss. Very late post.

ʚɞ It was the Melusines who decorated the walls of the Palais. Within the garlands and ornaments, there were a couple of leafy decorations. The mistletoes.

ʚɞ The relationship between the two of you was not much of a secret amongst yours and Neuvillette’s closest, this including the curious Melusine. In fact, they would often gush over the two of you.

ʚɞ Neuvillette was well aware of his surroundings. He knew of all the spots where the ornaments hung from, but he did not want to spoil the innocence and joy the little ones whispered behind his and your back.

ʚɞ Just how did he know? It was not exactly easy to ignore the giggles and stumbles of the Melusine. Even one had asked Neuvillette to hang one up high, claiming it to be a repellent of some sort.

ʚɞ “Oh my, a repellent?” Worry etched in his face, but not a genuine one.

ʚɞ On the evening of Christmas Day, the two of you were walking towards the entrance of his grand office. Right above hung a lopsided mistletoe. The one he had heard the most commotion from.

ʚɞ Upon pretending to act surprised at the realization, Neuvillette placed a warm hand on the small of your back while the other gently cupped your cheek.

ʚɞ “May I?”

ʚɞ After searching your eyes for a brief moment, he closed the space between with a warm and sweet kiss.

ʚɞ From right around the corner, a few quiet cheers were heard. Neuvillette smiled, his loving gaze set on yours as his thumb softly ran up and down your cheek.

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a little snippet bc this way I’ll rlly bolt it in my mind to finalize the draft I have :3 do you ever feel rlly excited for something that you just pause. Bc then you get overwhelmed. basically me lolol

nobility au, reader written as female. A small bit of a draft I have going on!

And so you wrapped your fingers around his gloved hand, not long before his other hand found its way around your waist.

After a quiet, “may I?”, of course.

He danced so gracefully, as is this is something that came so naturally to him. So when both your eyes lingered, it was not one of those moments your friends gushed over. Where sparks flew with excitement over something so tempting.

It’s foolish to claim to fall in love at first glance, so why was it hard to differentiate the glowing stars at night with his eyes that gently bore into yours?

It was a comfortable silence.

A silence that begged to be filled with many more moments such as this.

“You allowed me a share of your time with this graceful dance…”

Your knuckles were grazed by the soft press of his lips.

“Thank you”

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Forbidden Love

An idea I got after seeing a TikTok of text found in Hiisi Island :3

Flins x reader, Frostmoon scion gn reader, drabble, au?

When the traditions stood strong. Any mention of interest to a Fae was frowned upon, any whisper of love was immediate betrayal.

You, a Frostmoon Scion.

He, a fae who came into Nod-Krai.

It was forbidden.

He took his love to his grave. An unspoken love, only expressed in silent devotion.

His gravestone stood decorated with flowers and blessings by your hands - only when fate presented the opportunity.

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Love with Tease

There’s no denying in how caring and loving Flins is, but teasing is just in his nature..

-> Flins x reader, nsfw, mdni, edging drabbles

There will be times when he teases you, measuring your reactions even if they are subtle. Whatever reactions he draws from you he will cherish them.

⋆˚꩜ His thrusts will only go halfway in, not yet kissing the spot that would send waves of pleasure into your body.

⋆˚꩜ Or the snapping of his hips onto yours, they would just be a second off. Just enough to pull even the slightest of a reaction from you.

⋆˚꩜ As effortless as he makes it seem, he too denies his own pleasure for just this moment.

⋆˚꩜ Your expressions - they truly delight him. Of how you might not say anything out loud, but the quirk of your brows or your small huffs says all he needs to know.

⋆˚꩜ There will be a glint in his eyes. With an ever so slight smile before he once again presses his lips to yours and continues his rhythmic thrusts.

⋆˚꩜ He simply finds satisfaction in prolonging pleasure, but he will never dare to deny you a sweet release.

⋆˚꩜ Or when passion is heavy in the air as you share deep and slow kisses with words of praise scattered in between. His fingers will be on your jaw, your waist, hips, in a tangle wherever they find themselves to be. Just as how your hands also found themselves lost on him.

⋆˚꩜ He will find himself lost in the games of your lips and mouth, intoxicated by your taste and the sound in the silence of the room.

⋆˚꩜ Then after minutes, not too many, he will slide a thigh in between yours. Pressing against you just enough so that you feel how hard he’s become. He will feel you stagger, the way your breath is quite literally stolen.

⋆˚꩜ But he does nothing of it, he only continues his soft caresses and warm kisses with a now obvious quirk to his lips.

And if you make mention of any of his teasings during moments such as these, he might just do so once again.

“So you claim?”

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His Treat

A Halloween short

—> it is Halloween, and Flins cannot help but wonder if he truly seems old fashioned. But it doesn’t matter, not when today he is seen as a prince with his princess.

-> unconfessed love, female reader, halloween

The whispers of the children of Nod Krai did not escape his ears as he trailed the path to your home.

“He’s scary, his costume is dark…”

“Is he a vampire?”

“No, a reaper…”

The children screeched, creating fear amongst themselves from what they thought to be his costume with eerie presence - but he only wore his usual.

Some would hold the hands of their mothers and fathers tightly, the interest of candy replaced with wariness. That was the joy of this day in particular to the young children.

Yet no matter the circumstance, thoughts wandered aimlessly in his mind - just until he stepped into your humble space. His gaze fell on you, a quiet breath escaping his lips as his heart whispered its thoughts to his mind.

You wore a gown, a princess like gown that embraced the curves of your body so tenderly. Accentuating the features that were so dear to him unbeknownst to you.

Your lips, tinted with a balm that glistened beautifully under the light.

How beautiful…

“Forgive my ignorance, the children cry at the sight of me. I know the years have long passed, but does my attire mirror the fashions of old tales they dread?”

He inquired, a sliver of tentative intrigue laced in his question with a faint smile. His tone was just as ever, but his yellow eyes searched quietly.

“I’d argue it’s fashionable - though I suppose the children do not concern themselves on such matters on this long awaited day.” your lashes fluttered with confession.

Your answer was enough for him. He knew his appearance was none like the present - a relic of another time - yet he seized this as an opportunity to learn of your view of him.

The layers of fabric pooled in your fist, raising the skirt of your gown to take steps forward. He took notice of this, a distant memory tugged upon his mind for only a moment.

“My lady, if I may…” he bowed low, one hand resting over his heart, just before offering you the other with much grace and invitation.

Your flustered gaze did not escape his notice, though he made no remark of it. He quietly tucked the sight into his heart and mind with a faint smile.

“Let us pass candy together.” Your hand brushed over his gloved one that he took with soft grace.

He continued to hear distant voices from children as the night progressed. There was no shame in their tongue, but this time, their words were much different.

“Mom, the prince and princess are giving candy!”

Young and bubbly children would approach you both with curiosity and wonder their eyes. Flins leaned to offer the children sweets, earning their trust in this short exchange. Quite a contrast from the usual.

“They called us royalty” he heard you gush with flattered joy as the children hopped back to their parents. Their toothy smiles were wide, not only from the candy they received moments ago, but for the prince and princess they believed you both to be.

“In times long passed...” he whispered to the lively night.

Once he returned to his home did he notice the imprint of your lips on his pale cheek. It happened as he bid you a good night, you brushed him with a warm and grateful kiss to his cheek.

“Happy birthday, Kyryll…” you clasped your hands together

It was his treat, from you to him.

next will be more headcanons or the ballroom au

or something random lol

I’ve decided. Maybe the next one is gonna be about teeth accidentally clinking together. This came to me like a revelation

Wait lowkey I have another idea too but it’s borderline nsfw. I’ll see what comes first lol

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PLEASEEE I NEED THE GIRL DAD FLINS HCS TO CONTINUE!!!!!!! (totally understand if there's anything going on in your personal life though)

Flins as a Father

Headcanons & scenarios —> Flins as a girl dad

I have SO many more hcs of this topic written down. If this is something that you, readers, would like to see more of pls let me know!

Or if you’d like some hcs where you the reader is involved (Flins’ partner)

When it thunders

⋆˚꩜｡ He nurtures her curiosity for nature, including what she might find terrifying.

⋆˚꩜｡ So when the skies above begin to roar loudly, her newfound curiosity for it would allow her to step outside.

⋆˚꩜｡ Because to her, safety is where her father is. He is her comfort, the world she finds eternal love and warmth in.

⋆˚꩜｡ Flins finds peace in knowing that his little girl grows day by day. Whether it be her strengths or overcoming fears. But in the depths of his heart, he adores when she seeks his safety.

⋆˚꩜｡ Such as when she shuffles close to him, hooking her small fingers around his, not yet over coming her fear of the thundering skies.

⋆˚꩜｡ He will let out a breathy, quiet laugh when she waves her hands up to him. Gesturing that she wants to be carried in his warm embrace.

When she gets sick

⋆˚꩜｡ Flins does not recall being sick. Sure, he’s felt unpleasant from undesirable consumables, or the numbing from the cold Snezhnayan storms.

⋆˚꩜｡ But he knows it does not compare to the fragility of his young daughter. So he takes her health very serious, especially when she falls ill.

⋆˚꩜｡ He will spoon feed her a thick medication that tastes of herbs and bitterness.

⋆˚꩜｡ If she moves her head to the side, his eyes will soften and whisper encouraging words.

⋆˚꩜｡ A bribe or two might come from him, but he does not realize it. It just comes so naturally from him.

⋆˚꩜｡ A book of remedies he has open at all times.

Tales and Fae

⋆˚꩜｡ If she looses a tooth, she will beam with excitement in hopes to see the tooth fairy. It is one of the many stories he’s read to her.

⋆˚꩜｡ So when night time comes and she peacefully rests, he will retrieve the small tooth and carefully place a gem in its place.

⋆˚꩜｡ Sentimentality is not something he often, if ever, places outside of his family. So why was it that the small tooth in the center of his palm tugged his heart?

“Are you a fairy?”

“A fairy? he whispered, his finger carefully grazing loose hairs from her face.

“Whatever could have stirred such curious thoughts?” She only shook her head in response, showing him the large gem in her small hand.

“The tooth fairy brought me this. You also like gems, so maybe you are also a fairy…”

⋆˚꩜｡ He ever so softly pinched her cheek with his thumb and index finger, bringing forth a giggle that revealed the gap in her smile. It was adorable.

“I suppose that is reason enough…”

Random

⋆˚꩜｡ If she finds him awake, she will worry. How could she not? Seeing her dear father restless is a concern, he is her world after all. She will assume it’s a nightmare, because when she is restless it is most likely from a nightmare.

⋆˚꩜｡ She will bring her music box to his bedside, slowly cranking it until winded up. The softest of tunes will come alive

“The monsters can’t get you anymore”

⋆˚꩜｡ How precious, he had just returned from quelling a spot of the wild hunt.

⋆˚꩜｡ Modern Flins will play soothing tunes for her. Ones that would go right along her favorite stories of whimsical adventures.

Caribbean Blue

Halloween? I don’t know her.

It’s Flins’ birthday ᡣ • . • 𐭩 ♡

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Requests open! + update

I’m working on a female fae reader x flins ballroom/nobility au fic. That’s a mouthful.

It’ll be based on a request I received a bit ago. It might take me a couple of days, but I wanted to let you all know :p

I’m really excited :):)

Also, I wanted this post to be a reminder that you’re more than welcome to request anything! Whether it be in comments or through inbox.

The holiday season is here, and I’m a sucker for Christmas AU’s. So I’m so excited for that. I’m def writing a thing or two.

Flins ribboned up pls

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“What a Babe”

I want Ifa so bad. I was on my genshin break like…during most of Natlan ˶ˊᜊˋ˶

So based on the little interactions I’ve had and a couple of fics, I thought of this.

—> Ifa x gn reader, most likely ooc, drabble

Cacucu will mimic Ifa’s thoughts about you.

Cacucu will repeat phrases new to you,

“What a babe”

or

“I love you” in a hushed squawk. Just as he’d hear Ifa mutter when you’d walk away.

While your focus would be on Cacucu, oblivious as you found him absolutely adorable and quite amusing, Ifa would turn and sweat bullets.

He’s a loud and confident man, one who never denies his truth. But one thing he couldn’t quite muster out loud just yet is how lovesick he is for you.

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Love Letters

I’m sorry for my inactivity, I accidentally burnt myself out.

Because I wrote down so many ideas that I overwhelmed myself lolol

So I decided to just write a little short something in the meantime :)

I’m still writing for Flins and your requests!!

—> flins x reader, pretty gender neutral (I think lol ahh) super short/lowkey draft

When Flins courts you

He will send you letters with a tongue of riddles, bearing whispers of his love that no other eye could comprehend.

His envelopes, they never wore a crease or stain of imperfection.

For his love should be delivered with utmost care, a reflection of his delicate touch reserved for you.

A stamp of wax would be the manner in which he seals his words.

It was truly an intimate gesture.

How the whispers of his heart would be written with precision. To how he sits quietly as the worn candle melts the hardened wax, then to the slow pour of the prussian blue wax that sealed the envelope destined for your eyes only.

My dearest

Now, the letters were not all that necessary - because in his strolls he often comes across you. Allowing the time to express thoughts and feelings of both mind and heart.

But pen onto paper came so naturally to him. Words that he couldn’t quite express aloud, not because of nerves or hesitation, but because of time that seemed to tick by faster.

He always writes in beautiful penmanship that enthralls you. One would say it was old fashioned, but you argued. It was courtly and above all, full of love.

So when you send him a letter as a reply to his, the earth surrounding him flourishes from the adoration that he cannot tame. The spirits become soothed from the embrace of his love, their worries paused for just a moment.

And so at the end of the day when his eyes begin to tire from constant vigilance, he will carefully unfold a letter of yours and allow his eyes to follow your words.

He has memorized the character of your script. Whether it be when your pen began to lack ink, or the dots littered from the overflow of ink.

Or the way you signed off.

With tinted lips, scribbles or doodles, even pressed flowers attached with a dab of glue.

Whatever it’d be, it was you.

And he adored it.

He could not contain just how much he yearns for you, for the day when his letters start with,

My gracious love

My most beloved

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Can you make a NSFW pt.2 to the fic about the reader and flin's daughter wanting a sibling? WHAT WHO SAID THAT

WHO SAID THAT ˶ˊᜊˋ˶

BEFORE you read, this is my first time writing something nsfw. So if it’s rookie, it’s because it isss 𖦹ᯅ𖦹

Scenario/headcanons format!

This fic can def be read as its own! Originally planned as a continuation to my previous post, but there aren’t many connections imo lol :,)

That being said —> mdni,nsfw,fem.reader, breeding (lowkey), fingers…

His love for you truly had no bounds.

˚࿔ Flins marveled you, holding onto your hand as he guided you under the moonlight.

He twirls you around with a hand delicately placed over your hip. The sensuality rising with each passing moment - with how his hands would linger just a second longer and how you whisper his name into the still night.

˚࿔ Flins makes sure to show you his love in every way possible. Through endearing words, thoughtful acts and gifts, time, and tender touch.

˚࿔ Tender touch, it would not just be when he holds you close under the chill of the night. It’s also be when he offers you his elbow for a leisurely stroll. When he presses warm kisses to your lips, or when his lips meet your knuckles so courteously after several hours of not seeing you.

It’s also when pleasure hung heavily in the air.

˚࿔ Flins is not the one to be rough and mindless. Every ministration is done with intention - to draw out sounds with his sincere love.

˚࿔ Neither is he the kind to intrude into your body without any loving beforehand.

˚࿔ Whether it be soft kisses turned into something more passionate, delicate touches along your body, or the words that’d serve as guidance of how he was soon to treat you.

˚࿔ Flins is the one to savor each passing second, not ever daring to accelerate such a vulnerable moment while he has the reins. Absolutely not.

˚࿔ Flins does not believe making love is something that should be mindless and erratic. For it to be the most raw and intimate way to love you, he will refuse to treat it as something less. Neither does he believe intimacy should be sought for the pleasure only.

˚࿔ How could it be? When the entirety of your trust and vulnerability is placed in his palms. For the desire to make something more of the love you both share.

˚࿔ But of course, he will bend to your preferences. He will let you have him just as you plead. His greatest pleasure is being able to please you, after all.

˚࿔ There will be times when he draws your pleasure out with just his fingers.

˚࿔ Flins would have you above his lap, positioning you in such a way that’d be comfortable for you. The warmth of your back pressed against his chest was all he needed to be grounded - for his eyes would dart to the material of your sheer night dress pooled above your hips.

˚࿔ The one he had purchased from a traveling merchant on a rainy day after its glimmer caught the attention of his astute eyes. It never occurred to him that he’d have you split open having it on.

˚࿔ Perhaps that’s what the merchant had meant.

“Let your wife enjoy the dress”

˚࿔ There were no ulterior motives, really. He only knew you’d look absolutely breathtaking, and you truly do.

˚࿔ But there he was, breathing shallowly as he watched two of his fingers disappear and reappear with a slick sheen - knuckles deep each and every time into your innermost walls between your plush thighs that he had so gently guided apart moments prior.

˚࿔ Something about Flins is how well he’d care for his hands. They are the very tools that have carried him for as long as he could remember. And now they served your body with utmost care.

˚࿔ So of course his nails would be trimmed smoothly.

˚࿔ His other hand, perhaps it should be pressed flatly against your belly in attempt to keep you in place. Because he cannot silence his own pleasure for much longer. Not with the way your hips would blindly chase after his fingers, creating a delicious friction over the tight bulge beneath you.

How his cheeks would be so rosy.

˚࿔ But instead of restraining your pleasure-aching body, he began to pepper warm kisses along your jaw. All whilst his other hand found its way to the pearl of nerves that would leave you breathless every time without a doubt.

˚࿔ Circling tightly around it, just as you had expressed once before.

˚࿔ A beautiful image he’d forever keep in his mind. Of how you pleaded him to rub just a little faster - a little harder. And it was no lie that he was just the slightest bit surprised that night. Because you had loved how soft and sensual he had been up until then.

˚࿔ It was at that point when he truly knew he had you wholly. That you finally succumbed to expressing aloud the pleasures that you had shamefully kept isolated in your mind.

“There is no shame in expressing your pleasures. Please, tell me more. I’d love nothing more than to hear how I can make this even more memorable...”

He whispered that night.

˚࿔ And so he groaned, barely audible, as your back arched upon feeling his fingers flick once or twice. Neither he nor you counted being so lost in each other’s bliss.

˚࿔ His hands, they’ve had years upon years to master games of skill and mind. To carve out intricate designs he’d visually perfect every single time. Or his words - how they would so effortlessly manipulate thoughts. So much so that the ten digits of his hands would suffice to count the ones who saw past his deceiving tongue.

˚࿔ But you, you were no game.

Heavens no.

˚࿔ You were the very testament of his pure love.

˚࿔ Each and every moment of intimacy was magnificently different. Flins would create symphonies of all of your pleasured sounds and galleries of your absolutely blissed out expressions.

˚࿔ Flins could not recall ever turning someone away when they’d curiously ask about his collections. Whether it be his glistening gemstones and valuable coins, or the many jigsaw puzzles created from bones.

˚࿔ But this collection of his and your intimacy, it’s one he’d never share aloud. Perhaps it was greed and selfishness.

˚࿔ But would it truly be? He was your loving husband. The one who vowed to be devoted entirely to you. So no, it wasn’t greed nor selfishness.

Flins rolled his hips to a rhythm that wasn’t racing. It was absolutely sensual. Speed wasn’t necessary when it came to his love making, because at his pace he’d reach all the right spots that’d pull you away from reality.

˚࿔ As he has you now was no doubt his most desired way to have you. It was intimate and perfect, yet so simple.

You laid flat on your back, braced by the soft cushioned mattress as his thrusts burrowed into the depths only he could reach. He was nestled between your thighs that trembled for all of the right reasons. One of your thighs would briefly hook around his hip, but it wouldn’t stay in place with how he continuously left you gaping.

His hands, they’re the ones that would not stay in place. Truly unruly they’d be, almost as if they had a mind of their own.

One moment, his fingers would interlock with yours as they’d firmly press beside your head. The following moment, one of his hands would trace to the plush of a thigh, angling to a degree that’d elicit untamed cries. And of course, how could he forget the touch that worships your body. His hand would be the eyes that were currently blurred by bliss, feeling each soft curve of your body.

Until they found the mounds that were just so supple and nurturing.

His now warm fingers kneaded the soft skin of your breasts, drawing out blissful whispers that sang melodically into his ears. They became so incredibly perky as you further arched your back, tickling the skin of his chest centimeters above you.

He continued to slide into you with an ease that tested his mind, mouthing silent words as the warm slickness granted entry to every thrust of his. The thrusts that composed the delectable harmony between he and you.

˚࿔ Now, Flins would not purposefully chant lewd words or noises. They naturally flowed as praises of his love for you.

“You feel so…” he then groaned quietly right beside your ear, lost in bliss as your innermost walls hugged his throbbing length so perfectly.

His rosy, leaking, swollen head that was cushioned wholly every thrust that spread you open.

˚࿔ Oh, how he’d restrain himself from becoming undone when you purposefully squeezed around him. His breath staggered, becoming all too aware of the vigorous pulse surrounding his own.

“Ah...” he buried the tip of his nose just below your jaw, his exhales fanning your hot body.

“…you tease me.”

He faltered, clarity easing into his mind momentarily. Flins took this moment to raise himself to look you right in the eyes with his golden fae gaze that has never failed to fluster you. So he fell back into the flow once more, but now looking you directly in your eyes that reflected all in between.

˚࿔ His eyes would be half lidded, mouth just the slightest bit agape as his eyebrows twitched from the pleasure that was immediately built up.

˚࿔ How he loved to hear his name be cried with raw passion. A testament to your love for him.

Kyryll…

So when he feels your body began to move to his with intensified need, the need to satiate that ever so blissful release, he captured your lips with his own. It was a feverish kiss, but it was still as gentle as it could be under the rising moment.

Flins felt the way your fingertips pressed over his shoulders, surely leaving temporary markings of this moment. Then they quickly found themselves lost in his hair that once symbolized his nobility.

He restrained his urge to become jagged and staggered. Though it was obvious he could not help it, not with the way his hips would stutter into yours so frequently.

His voice leaked out mindlessly when you finally fluttered around him so perfectly, squeezing him as if you urged to milk him. As if you granted him permission to become undone in you, to which you always have since the very beginning.

˚࿔ The erratic beat of his heart was like none he ever experienced before. The day your fingers held his hips down as you bashfully looked him past your eye lashes, whispering to him that he had you wholly. To care for you as such.

˚࿔ Just what husband would he be if he denied you?

He whispered your name like a prayer as he became undone moments after you. Something about Flins is that he’d always wait for your release to come first. Chanting it under his breath and all the pleasure-full huffs, as if he were casting a spell.

˚࿔ You’d see stars, stars brighter than the ones of the skies above. You wondered if you’d ever be able to touch stars, the promise Flins made. That he’d bring them to you.

˚࿔ It was a rather silly promise, but he had said it with love clouded in his mind. Even he recognized just how love struck he may have came off.

˚࿔ But here he was, bringing his promise to a reality. He does indeed bring the stars to you, you just never specified how you wanted the stars to come to you.

Flins shivered, feeling the warmth trickling down below of where he so deeply connected to you. But he couldn’t ease the pawing thought in his mind. Something that came so naturally, like an instinctual urge.

˚࿔ Scarcity of his lineage he eased his mind of so, so long ago? - he thought for a split second.

˚࿔ But it was not that, it was to allow him the sight of how beautifully you’d carry life in the future.

Just a small tease of it.

˚࿔ He groaned in his fae tongue, expressing his innermost desire so poetically.

So he thrusted several more times, pushing his hot seed to ensure that it settles in the deepest parts only he could reach. Not allowing it to trickle out so quickly, for it to be there just moments longer.

˚࿔ How you cried his name out from the sudden sensitivity, it was as if it was a seal that forever bounded him to you. He would not have it any other way.

So after he slowly brought his hips to a stop, an overwhelming sense of adoration coursed through his body.

˚࿔ His hands soothed your blissed out body, kissing the corners of your eyes that so passionately expressed your pleasure through tears.

“…beautiful…”

At last you opened the eyes he’s loved from the very beginning..

“..I love you..”

edit: I promise I’ll use proper terms next time I write something nsfw. I was feeling shy lol

HOLY yap

I’d like to apologize once again for the odd format I wrote this in, & overall being rookie.

lol. :,)

This satisfied my urge to write nsfw for a while, might or might not happen again 𖦹ᯅ𖦹 𖦹ᯅ𖦹

Or let me know if you have a request

Up next

Request —> more Flins headcanons

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Her Wish

MY LITTLE LIGHTKEEPER?! OH FLINS YOU MAKE MY HEART MELTING 🤭✨ Lets have more kids so she won't be lonely, I know that she won't have a prob

I got you gang :3

I decided to make this sweet! Thank you for your requests, I’ve been enjoying them (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Request: How Flins reacts when his daughter asks for a sibling.

Continuation-ish —> click here

—> Female reader, young daughter.

“She looks lonely, doesn’t she…?”

You asked, resting your head on Flins’ shoulder as you both watched the young girl by herself.

Lonely? She never truly was with you and Flins as her mother and father.

More so in the sense that she does not have a companion close to her age. A friend, a sibling.

He did not answer immediately.

In silence, he glanced at you briefly before looking at how his daughter seemed to drift off. She did indeed seem lonely.

And it was not just now that he and you would notice this, it was a regular occurrence through her habits that at first glance seemed cute and innocent.

Such as how she’d gently tuck in her stuffed animals beside her, or having conversations held by just her.

How she’d play dress up with them in clothes that were sizes too small for her now. Even how she’d sit them beside her at the dinner table.

Or how she’d gesture for Flins and you to give a good nights kiss to her plushies, which of course neither of you would deny.

He sighed with turmoil.

“Yes, I’ve noticed this…”

You hummed quietly, eyes saddened with unresolved thoughts. Being the observant one, Flins noticed you had something more to say but just couldn’t quite voice it.

“Perhaps what’s in your heart and mind is whether she ought to have a sibling.” He noticed your immediate reaction. To which he smiled, lacing his fingers with yours.

Your silence was enough of an answer.

The three of you rested on the cool grass beneath. The night had finally come and so it revealed the many glittering stars above.

Her little voice broke the silence upon noticing how a glimmer of light raced down the sky. She excitedly pointed to it, looking at you both who rested on either side of her.

“They say you should make a wish. If your heart means it, it’ll come true.” You softly nudged your daughter, encouraging her to make a thoughtful wish. Flins smiled to himself, finding the whimsy absolutely adorable.

Before you could say it must stay a secret, she blurted her wish out with no hesitation whatsoever.

“I want to be a big sister!” she wished proudly. Your lips part to say something, but nothing came of it. Flins did not react, not even the lightest twitch.

After a couple of quiet seconds, Flins once again glanced at you with a thoughtful expression. The same one he had worn when you asked him if he noticed how lonely she seemed.

“My, this is not the first I hear of this today…” He smiled, his eyes lingering on you as he gently ruffled his daughter’s hair.

In his eyes, you noticed that he shared the same thoughts you expressed earlier. And with her proud wish being blurted out, it only confirmed what you both worried about.

He closed his eyes, his heart strumming a tune of wonder. Just how life would be if there were another bloom in the family.

He wished for it as well.

This opens the door for a certain type of fic if you catch my drift wink wink wonk :O lololol.

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If you’d be interested, let me know :’) I lowks need to feel validated with this

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Flins as a Father

He gives girl dad energy. Brief mention of reader, this is mainly just him as a father :3

Part two :3 here

Up next will be a request similar to this involving female reader.

Parenting Style

₊⊹ He’s a very involved father. Her moments of learning are all done without high demands or strictness.

₊⊹ There are learning moments where tears would well up in her eyes. If she’d hurt herself by a clumsy fall, he would care for her wound while telling her to be careful of her steps.

₊⊹ If she did something she was not supposed to, which was not often, he’d correct her with gentle words only. He does not believe that raising his voice is necessary. It’d convey the same message, they’d say, but it’d scare the poor child. That is the last thing he’d dare to do.

₊⊹ If she’s being rebellious, he’d take a moment to understand why. Flins would ask about her behavior, about why she’s acting this certain way. Without a fail, her words would reveal the truth.

₊⊹ If she said something unkind, Flins would not take another step forward. He’d kneel before her to explain that what she said was hurtful. He’d ask her to not say such things moving forward, that it can make someone incredibly sad. He would guide her to apologize before he himself apologizes as well.

Stormy Days

₊⊹ She’d ask if she could step out into the rain. To which he’d explain to her of his concern.

“My darling, it’s not quite safe yet. As soon as the rain eases, we can play for as long as you wish. I promise you that.” He links his pinky finger with hers.

₊⊹ And he kept his word. Her small hand curled around his fingers as they stepped into the squishy grass.

She’d guide him to puddles where he’d adore her focused reflection before they’d ripple with her jumps.

₊⊹ He laughs into the air, finding himself lost in the contagious joy of his precious daughter.

Stormy Nights

₊⊹ If she’s afraid of thunder, he’d offer her to lay between he and you. Cradling her close to the safety she knows of.

“Just as you and I have our own ways of expressing ourselves,” he tucked her hair behind her ear ever so gently, “so too do the skies above…”

₊⊹ His voice will lull her to sleep as he tells tales. He’d press a warm kiss to her forehead once she begins to doze off.

Random

₊⊹ He is incredibly protective. Not the kind where he would be inches away at all times. More so the kind that examines the surroundings once or twice beforehand.

₊⊹ Should anything happen, he is confident in his ability to dismiss disturbances.

₊⊹ If she is afraid of the dark, he will learn that his lamp soothes her the most. Perhaps it was the dancing flame. So he took it upon himself to make her a smaller version of his lamp, one which she could have in her room at all times.

“My little light keeper” he’d coo.

₊⊹ Flins would twirl her around in her favorite tulle dresses. When she’d grow tired, he’d scoop her into his arms and allow her to rest soundly.

Part two :3

Feel free to request any scenarios for Flins!

I’m open to just about anything.

Coming up:

Request - “How Flins will be when baby is to be born & how he’ll be as a father” fem reader

Request - “Daughter asks for a sibling” fem reader

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Flins and Flowers cont.

I need a continuation of this please, maybe how he do when his wife start to craving for weird things and maybe how her mood can change so s

Thank you for your interest!

If you haven’t yet read the first part and would be interested, click here.

Flins x female reader. Parents to be.

Topics of cravings and mood swings.

Time skips throughout the day.

Being a light sleeper had both its advantages and disadvantages. By living in a small secluded island populated by spirits, it wasn’t very often that Flins was awakened by sudden disturbances of the living.

A disturbance would be unwanted conflict. Something that would unbalance the serenity that he and his beloved wife lived in.

As of now, Flins had his chest pressed to your back. He attentively listened to the cravings that transcended to your dreams that were whispered in uneven words past your lips.

Peppers, jelly, cheese…

His lips twitched upwards just the slightest bit, eyes closed as he softly inhaled the scent of your hair he found so comforting.

It had become a routine for him to prepare your bath just before bed time. You assured him several times that you were more than capable, but his words were always just so convincing.

He knew how much they’d sooth you. A flicker of flame would light a gentle scented candle, placed beside the tub where you rested your eyes. Often times, he’d run his eyes over the lines of a book with the guidance of the candle’s flame, taking in the words that prepared him for parenthood.

How much life had changed - it was not something that his mind put too much thought into. Because in his mind, this is more than he ever dared to weave together in the many years he’s lived. He’d choose living every second of the present than to sit idly in thought.

He truly did fall in love.

So he vowed to always be by your side, in sickness and in health, devoted to be your loving husband.

But along the thoughts full of adoration and love, there were some that he’d push away to the depths of his heart and mind.

The overwhelming sense of protection was one of them.

He’d glance at folk a second longer when you would be nearby, determining if they were friend or foe.

Of course, they are almost always innocent traveling merchants who sought for rest in Nod Krai. Or towns people he’d seen once or thrice before, but he could not contain the alarming impulse of questioning just about anyone.

He tried, he really did try.

Yet, there were rumors of a golden gaze that bore past the foggiest of nights.

So there he was, holding dearly onto the one who had changed his life wholly.

Fingers softly grazed over you, his thoughts on how you’ll become a mother and he a father. To the child that will be fae just as he is.

Oh, how over the moon he feels.

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“My love, I will travel to Nasha town now.”

It was now the following morning. The salty breeze, it was fresh to his fair skin. It felt as though the rising sun gently pushed the night’s cool air away with a gentle blow, telling it to allow its rays to shine just for a couple of hours.

You turned to face him, settled over a soft patch of dewy grass in front of a gravestone. As of recently, you began to care for each site. Whether it be removing the collected grime and dust, or simply passing time with respectful silence or conversation.

Conversing with spirits wasn’t comparable to conversing with humans. Words weren’t actively exchanged.

Instead, you’d express your love for Kyryll. For their fellow Ratnick and Light keeper.

The spirits expressed sincere gratitude, Flins would feel it more and more each passing day.

“You’re certain you do not wish to go to Nasha Town?” he asked, his golden eyes searching your expression.

It was sheepish.

His question was answered with the shake of your head. Guilt still gnawed you over the last time you had accompanied him - for slowing down over the aching feeling on your legs and feet.

You were quite upset over this actually. Traveling alongside him was a day you always looked forward to, but with each passing month after you found out you were expecting, it has become increasingly exhausting.

“I’m sure. Besides, I promised I’d care for them today” you smiled warmly as you looked at the jagged stones in front of you.

Flins softly sighed, “very well.”

He understood your reluctance. And it pained him to see how you held yourself back from routines you’d love to have. As much as he wanted you by his side, he did not want to trouble you nor jeopardize your health.

Flins kneeled beside you, his covered finger tips gently lifted your chin. He dove just enough so that his nose found its way to the crook of you neck. He drew out a tickled laugh and string of words from you. Kyryll…

His lips found their way upwards, where they softly pressed a loving kiss to your lips. He truly adored how simple it was to draw out such genuine reactions from you.

“I won’t be gone for too long. Please don’t be too brash on yourself…” he referred to how you’d often push yourself for more. Flins knew very well that you always strived for the best, and he knew that you’ve grown frustrated that with each passing day, you couldn’t keep up as you once were able to.

His eyes lingered on you, looking for the assurance you’d always give him with just your eyes. But as he continued to hold his gaze, he fell into the reflection of himself.

Flins was completely intoxicated. No drink could compare to how drunk in love he felt for you. How very infatuated he was.

The thoughts he’d try to push away?

The second one was of his desires.

He could not fathom why he felt such ways. Truly how incredibly untame his thoughts would be at times.

His heart and mind would turn ablaze when he’d see the silhouette of your body under your billowing dress. How it’d hug your changing body just so delicately and perfectly had him question if he should stay home, at least a full day.

How feverish.

Scandalous.

He closed his eyes, reprimanding his selfish thoughts. How utterly disgraceful, he’d remind himself. But he simply could not tame his thoughts. He sought for solutions to a crisis that his mind and body naturally sought for.

He did not seek your body for pleasure, it was more so a strange sense of honor he wanted to worship.

“I’ll be back soon”

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Flins sighed with an unknown desperation.

Was it annoyance? Absolutely not.

Was it a desperation of your satisfaction he wanted to fulfill?

Perhaps it was.

He considered your contentment to its highest regard. Whether it be your cravings, thoughts and feelings, your pleasures.

To others it may appear he’s a very attentive and loving husband. Now that is the truth, of course it is, but there has been several moments as of lately that you’ve reminded him he’s his own too. That he too should be cared for.

But in his words,

I must care for you and our little one, always.

“Is something troubling you?” Lauma’s gentle voice broke past his thoughts.

He cleared his throat.

“My apologies, I must have been staring off. I’m unsure how to satiate my beloved’s pregnancy cravings…” His golden eyes flickered past the many ingredients and tastes you had mumbled in your sleep.

Peppers, jelly, cheese…

Lauma brought a hand to her lips, a quiet and respectful laugh escaped her. She was one of the few that would regularly look after you. She’d often send letters and care packages. In fact, Lauma was the first to receive the wonderful news. Before Flins himself.

“Perhaps I could give lend you a hand? I can understand how troubling this might be, especially for a first time father.” She offered a sincere smile before glancing at the booth before the two of them.

Flins lips twitched agape behind his round collar, the reality pounced on him wonderfully. He turned to face her fully.

“I would really appreciate your guidance. Thank you, very much.” He brought a hand to his chest.

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Flins carried several bags home. It was so unlike him, he was not the kind to be an extravagant shopper after all. Loafs of sweet bread poked out from the paper bag he held closest to his chest, its sweet aroma reminding him of his lack of appetite. He was curious how such combinations could be your cravings, but of course, these thoughts came from someone who didn’t exactly eat.

Flins let out a sigh he did not know he was holding upon seeing the small island come into view. It was of relief and delight.

He wasted no time. Flins picked up his stride, the jingle of his lamp followed his quickened pace.

Just as he set the many bags over the table by the entrance, you poked your head out from the door.

“Kyryll, you’re home!”

You circled your arms around his body, embracing him as if you hadn’t seen him in forever.

Home, he was finally home.

Flins held onto you close, welcoming this moment of love.

“You didn’t have to...” you mumbled with guilt laced in your tone upon noticing the load that he had carried.

“What husband would I be if I could not meet my dear wife’s needs? Especially at such a crucial time?” His thumb brushed past your cheek, pressing a loving kiss on your temple.

You blinked, looking at him with bashfulness in your expression. You parted away from him, intertwining your hands behind your back as you glanced at the many bags.

If you dealt with this day and night for months, how could he not look after you? To remedy your cravings and heightened preferences. If he had to reach for the stars, he would do just that and more.

“Peppers, jelly, and cheese. A little bird sang to me of this last night...” He smiled as he began to take each item out one by one. Jars of jelly, others of peppers, and of course some of cheese.

There would be somedays that Flins would note how you’d be a little reluctant to express your cravings. He did not dare to ask you about it as he knew it’d embarrass you, but he also knew how uneasy you’d become when you could not satisfy your cravings.

It was a tricky situation.

As he was momentarily lost in thought, he was pulled out upon noticing how you looked at him so very intently. How your eyes carefully trailed down his soft hair and then to his eyes you adored looking at.

His eyes, you don’t ever recall them holding any ill intentions towards you. Or any betraying thoughts or motives. They’ve only ever looked at you with soft adoration, a look reserved for you only.

Small tears began to well up. Your vision grew blurred with the sheen of tears that began to overflow. Your love and affection for him, you suddenly could not contain it. And so your tears spilled.

“My love, please forgive me…” Flins carefully brought his hand up to your face, unsure if he had said or expressed something that might have hurt you. His brows pressed upwards with sorrow while carefully wiped the stray tears with his thumbs.

“It’s okay…” you blubbered with a slight crack to your words. You could feel the warmth rushing to your cheeks. Your display of emotions becoming sudden and confusing even to you.

He came closer, “your tears, I don’t wish to be the reason they fall.”

You shook your head once again, now hiding your face just where his collarbone would be underneath his coat.

“No, you did nothing wrong. I just love you so much, I couldn’t help myself...”

A sigh of relief escaped his lips, but it was not noticeable to you past your sniffles. His arms circled around your body, embracing the warmth and love that radiated from you at this very moment.

“I love you more than words can express, you truly have my heart.” He voiced quietly above your ear.

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“Would you like me to prepare your craving?” Flins asked behind the counter of the small kitchen. The label was debatable, actually. It had been an open space is the small living space he used to display his collections in. But upon your arrival to his humble home, he began to add to it for your comfortability and access.

You shook your head.

“I don’t find it appetizing right now..” You looked at Flins from your seated position.

“Very well, perhaps I could make you your favorite?”

This was immediately answered with a gleam in your eyes, to which he replied with a soft chuckle. The one that’d never fail to set your heart to flutter.

The countless hours he had spent in town for the ingredients he was no longer going to use? It didn’t matter. All that mattered to him was that smile that he adored.

Next will be : Flins as a father

Question, are nsfw fics be something you’d read :O

Any ideas I have regarding this two part fic only (parents to be) will be written in a headcanons format moving forward.

If you’d like something in particular, don’t hesitate to comment!

Example, “What kind of father would Flins be”

It’s lowkey bc I realized I suck at writing long fics lololol. D:

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Flins and Flowers

Lowkey no clue what I wrote. I’m craving Flins fluff :O I haven’t written Genshin in years…Proof that you cannot escape.

Part 2 is posted

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Flins x female reader. Parents to be.

He yearned for you.

You became a light that led him throughout the night, more than his lamp ever could.

Your voice, your sweet laughter.

It was a harmonious song that was eternally burned into his ears. As if a siren had lured him past any return.

Your kindness to him - it’s none like he’s ever been embraced by. He recalls the first time he’d seen you with a gentle smile. It’s quite a beautiful memory. One that revolved around his curiosity over a gemstone you carried around your neck.

He placed his gloved hand over his chest, feeling the shape of the gem that dangled around his neck. Although it was neatly tucked beneath his coat, the knowledge of its presence there was enough.

He continued his trek, his golden eyes seeping past the darkness of the night. Critters stumbled away unsure of their safety in Flins’ presence.

Behind his back was a beautiful arrangement of flowers, one he picked himself as he trailed back to his comfortable abode. Many have questioned his peculiar lifestyle. Wondering if he truly did enjoy the constant darkness of blue hues day and night. To him, it was comforting. The same way someone finds comfort in the sunrise that is guaranteed at every dawn.

But now? After all the years he’s spent alone, he comes home to you.

Home is now where you are.

Flins lowered his violet lamp, his surroundings now being lit by the lighthouse and several fluorescent blooms that lived among the stones.

His eyes wondered past the many gravestones, some in poor condition while others whole. The condition of the stones was not of great importance as the spirits rested in peace, so their concern for the physical world was no more.

With a gentle motion of his arm, he brought the arrangement to his chest. The aroma was sweet - the blooms complimented each other beautifully. He was quite proud of his work, but he could not help the uncertain sigh that escaped him

He quietly twisted the key into the lock until he heard a click, one that opened the door to his home. His eyes searched his and yours humble home, finding it just as it was when he departed a couple of hours ago.

“My love, how do you fare tonight?”

His eyes search for your presence. He felt you, but he could not immediately spot you.

Your head perks at his voice. Without hesitation, you untangle yourself from the blankets that rested above you. He noted how you held a pillow, his pillow, close to your body. A habit you had recently began to develop - one that further strengthened yours and his love.

Day by day, he knew you wanted nothing more than to be by his side.

Now more than ever.

“Kyryll, you’re home…” You approach him with the slightest hop in your step. It was quite a contrast to the visible heaviness in your eyes, one you tried to rub away with your hands. A rush of adoration coursed through this body.

“Ah, I did not mean to disturb your rest…” He voiced quietly as he presented his arrangement to you. The nerves he had felt earlier? They were nothing to worry about, really. It’s just that as of lately, his urge to accommodate for you has significantly increased. Significantly.

“They’re beautiful…” Your fingers delicately brushed past his as they curled around the stems. The stems where he carefully plucked every thorn off. He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if a thorn were to graze your soft skin.

Flins smiled behind his round collar, watching as you enjoyed their sweet aroma.

“Indeed they are, but they do not compare to you…” His hands gently found their way to the small of your back. They rested there momentarily before circling to your front. His thumbs began to trace circular motions, soothing the skin of your belly that day by day carried life.

He closed his eyes finally at peace with you in his embrace. In the safety he knew he could provide for you. In the love he knew he had for you, and you for him.

“How incredibly lucky I am to have you both…” His lips pressed against the warm skin of your forehead.

Part 2 is posted

:3 If you have any Flins suggestions, let me know! Or maybe a continuation of this :O

I’d love to write more of him.