#gi flins

[keki1205]

Flins from Genshin Impact

[kcushisu]

FAELIGHT DOODLE PAGE HEHE im supposed to be doing assignments

[yumenosakiacademy]

"Those warriors called me here for a singular purpose... To eradicate the wild hunt. Corrupted soul, you linger in vain."

[classygumi]

riotrants: this is the result of this request! i think this one turned out cute. i apologize for any disconnect with the first section, i do not play genshin and i am unfamiliar with nod-krai's storyline and rerir's connection to the characters.

flins adored his darling wife.

serene, quiet, utterly haunting.

he despised when you were like this, however. stuck in a nasty fight with rerir (ended in your victory—much to the delight of your companions) leaving you in a state flins was less than happy about. you'd taken a rough hit mid-swing, wincing in a very rare display of emotion, alerting varka as he appeared in front of you. he guarded your weakened figure until lauma was able to support you. flins was unable to assist you as quickly as he wanted, caught in the throes of the intense battle alongside the traveler.

to your credit, you held your own with a torn open side.

lightning-slick katana glinted beneath the storm's flashes as you stood, droplets of blood and rain sliding down the steel. nefer smoothly maneuvered around rerir's hefty attacks, her field enhancing the calculated strikes that flins inflicted upon him. "ain't you a sight," varka whistled lowly, a smug grin on his lips as if to say look at what we got. cracks of the storm illuminated your eyes, and lauma's lips curled into an amused smile, "i implore you to reconsider that little plan of yours."

you huffed, meeting her warm and unreadable gaze. a silent conversation between eyes was all it took. the grip on your sword tightened, and she sighed in resignation. she dropped her hand from your shoulder, barely nodding. varka laughed when you charged forward, ignoring the sharp stings of pain in your ribs. flins caught you when you neared the ravenous man, understanding that he could not deter you from your mission. he swiftly kissed you, turning away to assist nefer. taut green threads caged rerir as nefer gracefully hovered above him, an almost bored expression upon her stunning face. lauma remained in the backlines, her strengthening capabilities coating you with power and confidence. varka stood alongside her, tearing down rerir's manifestations that tried to stop her. the traveler and paimon did what they could, sword raised as the storm grew more intense.

your husband, loyal and devoted as always, knelt before you. dull eyes sparkled with admiration and love, the rain soaking his violet hair. mud splashed as you sprinted, magenta-colored hands barely missing your ankles. your foot landed cleanly atop his knee, and you nearly missed the soft i love you as you launched into the clouds.

rerir, wholly immobilized by flins and nefer, barely caught a glimpse of terrifying eyes peeking through dark swirls—his vision blurred with rain, nature, gore, and lightning.

"i assumed they would have been less afraid of you by now," flins calmly remarked, his arm bent at the elbow. his gloved hand lingered comfortably in front of his chest, yours hooked in the bend. you merely glanced around, spotting the sellers of the market cower behind their goods. a young girl's mother covered her eyes, as if shielding her from death itself. "you speak too highly of them," you spoke, and flins shivered slightly. your tone was quiet, dry from lack of use. it was cold, but he felt the undertones of softness—an emotion preserved for him and him alone. "i suppose."

"are we perusing our usual booth?" he then asked, yellow eyes gentle as they examined you. your clothes concealed the healing wound buried in your skin, and he opted to walk on your right as to protect that side of you. you simply nodded, to which he turned down an alleyway. flins greeted the seller, one who'd long gotten used to the look of do not speak to me, do not even look at me expression on your face. he never viewed you as unapproachable or frightening, unlike the majority of nod-krai's inhabitants, instead viewing you as someone who preferred to observe rather than partake. you browsed his selection of foreign goods, pausing when you spotted a fruit you had not seen in a long time.

flins immediately drifted to your side, smiling knowingly at the nostalgia swirling around your pupils. "amakumo," you murmured, and the seller nodded, impressed. “you know your fruits."

"i lived there once," you took the fruit into your hands, a sweet and oceanic scent wafting up to overwhelm your senses. without a word, flins procured his wallet from his coat, counting out enough bills to buy the entire box of them. the seller thanked the two of you, waving as flins carried the box away. you bit into one of the fruits, sighing blissfully at the taste of your homeland.

"is it everything you ever wished for?"

you gazed at your husband, lowering the half-eaten fruit from your glazed lips, "you are everything i wished for. do not be absurd." flins bit back a wide grin, pale cheeks flushed with adoration, "of course, dear. my mistake." you finished the fruit and tossed the unconsumable remains into a nearby bin, noticing that the young girl from before was staring at you. you didn't smile, didn't acknowledge her with anything other than a tiny wave.

she instantly smiled, waved, and ran off.

"progress?" flins asked, a soft chuckle leaving his lips when you pinched his arm. he remained on your injured side, not at all deterred by the fruit-laden box he carried. you shrugged, and he offered his hand to you. you hadn't noticed him shift the box to his right arm. your rings clinked together as you held his hand, your fingers loosely interlocking with his. flins kissed you sweetly, smirking at the look you gave him before continuing on your way.

flins never understood the petrified eyes directed your way, the fearful expressions, and shaky hands—but he was grateful.

let them continue to fear you, my darling, he thought as he stared at the gem glinting atop your finger, i cannot bear the thought of sharing your magnificence with them.

[terriyeah]

Flins x GN!Reader ⭑.ᐟ (NSFW)

Flins is a man of few words and even fewer expressions. He doesn't react to much, flinch or even frown at all.

So, when he's shaking and whimpering as his dick is deep down your throat, his thighs clamping around your head as he bites his lower lip, letting out cute little noises of your name just 'cause of a blowjob, you are pleasantly surprised.

His dick is so sensitive, you licked his tip one or two times, then put it on your tongue and the poor thing couldn't stop twitching against your tongue. Looking up, Flins wasn't any better, his face beet red as he looks down at you, if it weren't for the blush you'd think he didn't even feel anything.

Then you took him as deep as you could, your hand stroking the parts you couldn't fit as his hips kept bucking up like it was his first time getting head, you make a small noise just so his dick can feel it and oh, it works wonders, he throws his head back with a moan and you feel a stream of pre-cum pool on your tongue.

You bob your head up and down, your eyes closed, relishing in the way his cock keeps throbbing and twitching in your mouth, seriously its never still, so reactive and sensitive. He keeps breathing out your name and stuttering his hips, wanting to fuck your mouth but way too overwhelmed to do it.

When he finally cums, it's a sigh to behold. You feel his dick stiffen a bit, motivating you to go faster, take him in deeper, he finally lets out a full moan of your name,

"Wait! I'm so— shit!",

You feel his cum streaming down your throat, rope after rope, it feels like a full minute of this before you pull yourself off of his dick with a pop, your thumb and index finger making a ring around his tip, his cock's still hard.

You show him your tongue, coated with his cum and you've never seen a man so easily flustered in your life.

[flinside]

FLINS is a pathetic, sopping wet cat type of yearner.

he stays up at night, thinking about the day's interactions. how your smile illuminated the room like a warm sun through the lancet window of a cathedral; how your honey-dripped voice set his heart adrift upon a gentle sea. he counts the times your fingers lightly brushed against his, tallies each accidental touch of shoulders as you walked side by side.

he buries his head in his pillow and sighs, helpless against the warmth threatening to spill from his chest, the weakening in his hands that aches for the anchor of your presence.

he only hopes, one day, you'll take mercy on him and allow him to treasure those moments with the longing of a heart that—unashamedly, utterly—loves you.

[zeka-maki]

ʚɞ And whispered sweet nothings in my ear ʚɞ

Pairings: Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins x Reader

Summary: People sigh in disbelief when the topic of the Ratnik's spouse is brought up. They think you're imaginary, a figment of Flins' thoughts but little do they know, his spouse is very much real. As a traveler, you're rarely seen with your husband but tonight you decide to pay him a visit.

Tags: Fluff, established relationship, traveler!Reader, domesticity, gossiping spirits, lovey-dovey stuff

A/N: ong this was a fire idea, don't ask me what happened with the delivery 😓

Your marriage to Flins had always been the sort of union that drew quiet awe and whispered disbelief. A human and a fae, bound together in a way that few could ever understand. You traveled often, venturing beyond Nod-Krai for business and errands, while Flins remained behind, tending to the deceased and keeping watch over the Final Night Cemetery. You had asked him to accompany you on your journeys, promising wonders far beyond the borders of the island, yet he declined, his duties anchoring him. And still, his heart belonged to you.

Every night, your letters arrived. Neat, precise, yet filled with affection. In them, he confessed things he rarely admitted aloud: Aino’s exasperation at his constant mentions of you, Illuga’s silent nodding, his own exhaustion from the endless reports, and the quiet comfort your letters brought him. Sometimes, his words made you laugh so hard you had to sit down; other times, they sharpened the ache of absence into a sweet, lingering pull in your chest.

Tonight, you had finally decided to visit him. The spirits of Nod-Krai were restless, whispering your name even before your boat brushed the shore. The Lightkeeper heard them as he always did, his brow furrowing slightly, lips twitching in an involuntary smile. You’re coming. The ghosts speculated endlessly, convinced he had gone mad for loving an invisible spouse, for no one had seen you, and yet his attention, his every action, betrayed him.

Flins moved faster than usual through his duties, finishing reports with unusual swiftness, fishing twice the usual catch, fussing over his hair with meticulous care. He lingered at the edges of the island, scanning the horizon as if he could sense your arrival before it occurred. The spirits argued among themselves about his sanity, muttering and whispering, but Flins only smiled faintly, humming under his breath.

When you finally reached the shore, the cemetery seemed to quiver in anticipation. And then, with a surge of blue flame, Flins emerged from his lantern, hovering silently behind you. As your hand brushed the lantern, flames flared briefly before his arms wrapped around you—solid, warm, unyielding. “My love,” he murmured, voice low and trembling with a quiet delight, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand. “You’ve finally come.”

You laughed softly, brushing your fingers over his chest. “I told you I would. Did you miss me that much?”

He pressed his forehead to yours, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Do you think a man like me can survive months without seeing you? Foolish question, my dear. I’ve been counting the days, imagining every moment until your return.”

You smiled, reaching for the satchel of offerings in your hand. “Well, I brought things for you. Fishes, some dishes from the regions I’ve visited… and a few gemstones I thought you might like.”

His eyes softened as he took them, fingertips brushing yours in that lingering, tender way he always did. “You spoil me,” he murmured, holding your hand against his chest, guiding you gently by the small of your back. “But I will not deny it… I have missed you more than words can say.”

Later, you found yourselves at the quiet corner of the island where Flins kept his workbench. Silver wires, delicate tools, and gemstones were laid out meticulously. “I thought I might make something for you,” he said, voice soft, a faint quirk of mischief in his smile. “Perhaps a pair of earrings, or… something to remind you that you are mine, even when you travel so far.”

You leaned over the bench, watching him work, the lantern casting dancing blue shadows over his hands. “I like it already,” you murmured, smiling. “But only if I get to wear them as soon as you’re done.”

He chuckled, lips brushing the back of your hand again. “Always my love. Always.” He worked in silence for a while, humming faintly, pausing occasionally to glance at your face. His touch was constant—fingers brushing your wrist, resting on the small of your back, tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear. “You make even this lonely place feel alive,” he murmured. “Even the ghosts notice, I think… and they talk endlessly about you. They think you’re imaginary.”

You laughed softly. “So you’ve been pretending to be sane all this time?”

He smirked faintly, tilting his head to study you. “Pretending? Never. I am fully, utterly, irrevocably… myself when you are near. Perhaps they are the fools.”

Hours passed in quiet intimacy, filled with laughter, whispers, and the gentle clinking of tools and gemstones. At last, he led you to the lighthouse. The wind was bone-chilling, but the blue flames merged with his body surrounded you in warmth, and you felt safe in his arms. The two of you lay on his tattered bed after a seemingly endless conversation. Exhaustion finally claimed you, and you drifted to sleep on his chest.

Kyryll watched you, heart fluttering with a delicate, exquisite ache. Nights upon nights, he had imagined this: your head resting against him, your hands loosely holding his, your soft breathing mixing with the whispers of Nod-Krai’s spirits. Now, it was real. His spouse had returned, alive and warm, in his arms. He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, murmuring, “My dear… you’re home.”

The lighthouse was silent, save for the sighing of the wind and the soft crackle of blue flame. Flins settled back, holding you closer, his long fingers tracing the line of your back. Even the chill of Nod-Krai could not reach you; you were enveloped in him. His heart thrummed with quiet, perfect joy. And as sleep claimed him too, he held you as if he would never let go, as if the world outside could wait—because for the first time in months, everything was exactly as it should be.

Does this even make sense? 🚶

[freakady]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 𝓟𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓁 𝓐𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓉𝓎 ₊ ֗ 𝜗𝜚

౨ৎ ₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩 — flins x f!ghost!reader、spectrophilia、dubcon、size difference、size kink、creampie、tummy bulge、petnames、light choking、dumbification

Flins was used to ghosts, spirits lingering across the overworld. It didn’t phase him, it was routine to ward off bad spirits or perhaps befriend the nicer ones that roamed the island his lighthouse resided on. In a way it fed the curiosity he had towards humans, sometimes even left him more curious when it came to their lifecycles and the lives they carried into the afterlife with themselves.

What he wasn’t used to was receiving requests to investigate ghost activities.

“P-please, sir! You have to h-help me— I-I don’t know what’s wrong with m-my house!” A woman cried, big tears rolling down her cheeks as she stumbled over her words and shakily clung to his sleeve. 

Flins smiled gently at the woman, shaking his head lightly. “I’m sure it’s nothing. Possibly critters seeking shelter within your home, yes?” He tries to put her at ease. Humans and their fear of what they do not know always captured his interest. His lantern sways in his hold with a small gust of wind that blows by. “There are things you could do if you wish to remo-”

She tugs his sleeve to her chest, shaking her head rather violently. “N-no! You don’t understand I-I h-hear things! In my home! P-please, surely you know someone who c-could help me?” She’s desperate, eyes wide and her voice holds a new urgency to it that it didn’t have before. He pauses for a moment, considering her words and the idea of it being paranormal crosses his mind.

He looks down at the woman, that same soft smile gracing his features before nodding and he can feel the relief rolling off her in waves. “I do happen to know of somebody who could be of assistance. Tell me, where is your home?”

It’s raining, lightning flashing in the distance and the sound of it all is like harmony to Flins’ ears as he tugs the key the woman gave to him out from his pocket and swiftly opens the door to the abode. It’s dark inside, his footsteps across the floorboards reverberating back to him as droplets bang against the window panes and the wind howls outside.

It felt cozy to say the least and despite being able to make out shapes of the furniture and layout of the room he extended his lantern before himself, casting the area in a soft blue glow as he ventured deeper into the cozy living space. A blanket is draped over the couch and he muses for a moment the thought of why it’s there. So humans can seek warmth quicker in colder weather? He isn’t too sure. Perhaps it’s just for design purposes, to look nice and not to actually be used in any way. 

There’s a thud followed by footsteps against floorboards upstairs and his pointy ears twitch, perking up as his yellow eyes cast upward to the ceiling above. “Hm,” He glances around the room one more time, there’s no sign of life to be seen besides his own self so he occupies himself with heading towards the stairs that lead up to the next floor.

The handle of his lantern squeaks as it sways in the air, footsteps echoing as he makes his way up. The steps groan and creak under his weight and his coat bumps against the wall, the chain dangling off his hip brushing against the wooden railing.

It’s quiet on the next floor, except for the storm roaring outside, the windows rattling yet muffled from doors being closed to each room. It’s a hallway, photos framed on the walls of people unfamiliar to Flins as he walks to the first door on his right, opening it gently to find nothing but a barren room before him. He turns and enters the room to his left, just as he twists the knob he hears something stumble followed by a grunt and a thud at impact with something. It’s not this room, but the next in line. 

He chuckles to himself, lifting his lantern into the space in front of himself and making a beeline to the room. “I must say, you are a very sneaky little thing, you are.” He muses, smirk on his lips as he opens the creaky door and takes slow, calculated steps into the room. There’s a shuffle to his right and when he turns to cast the blue glow emanating from his lantern in the direction the sound occurred from, his body freezes.

There on the floor lay what could only be recognized as a ghost, skin transparent just enough to see the floorboards beneath but it was the appearance that made it difficult to swallow for the man suddenly. Shaky arms hugged close to a bare chest, big doe eyes staring up at him all shiny and glossy with what can only be assumed as fear from being caught, and a bare cunt between trembling thighs.

His eyes widen just the slightest, lips parted to intake a short breath as he steels himself before lowering himself to the ground, a faint smile on his face as he stares into your eyes. “Aw, what a curious thing, hm? Tell me, what’s your name?” He tries to ignore the trails of noticeable veins along your breasts, swallowing thickly as his fingers squeeze tighter against the handle of his lantern.

You mumble in response, the sound incoherent at best and nothing resembling a word slips past your lips as you look up at him. How strange, ghosts usually find a way to communicate. If not through words then through sounds, visions, actions. Yet all you did was cower like a bunny in front of a wolf.

“I’m not here to harm you. I pose no threat.” He tries to reassure, coax some form of response from you but you don’t reach in a positive way. You glance at him and then the space behind him before looking back at him. You swallow dryly, blinking your watery eyes up at him and something stirs in his chest but he doesn’t get to question what it is before you make a move to get past him.

It surprises him at first, your hands pressing against his chest to push him back before crawling across the floor, breathing heavy as you stumble to your feet.

“Ma’am—” His words are cut off as you scurry towards the door and he’s quick to get back on his feet, taking long strides towards you and grabbing you by the arm before you can reach the doorway. You gasp and try to shaky his hand free but he’s unmoving as he sighs at you and shakes his head. “I only wish to help, you know? Please, don’t fight back it’ll only make this harder than it—” You turn towards him and he quickly averts his gaze to the doorframe behind you, words caught in his throat for a moment as your other hand presses against his broad chest. His gaze flickers down to your innocent looking face and he lets out a breathy chuckle. “Oh? What is it, hm? Is something playing on your mind?”

Your hand trails down from his chest, the metal accessory dangling there glinting under the light of his lantern, ghosting your fingers down the expanse of his chest and he physically tenses up at the contact. Your eyes look up into his before looking back down at where your hand lays against the leather straps around his waist, keeping his coat snug against himself. Your head tilts as if curious, fingers dipping lower until they catch on the hem of his purple undershirt to which he grips the handle of the small lamp in his hand tighter than before, huffing an intake of air through his nose before shutting out the thought that plopped itself at the front of his mind.

He glances to the side, the sounds outside have died down since he entered the woman’s home and when he feels icy cold fingers tug at the leather straps around his thigh he lets go of her other arm and grabs reaches down to grab the one toying dangerously close to something he was trying to avoid that made his pants feel tighter than usual.

“Would you like to come back with me?” He chuckles breathlessly, a smile on his face as he swallows down the feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. You nod and it’s now that he realizes the lack of fear evident in you as your pupils dilate. He squeezes your wrist a little tighter than before. “I take that as a yes, hm? Such a cute little apparition.”

“What’s the matter? Do your words fail you?” His words are taunting, the edge of a chuckle in his tone as you keen, eyes rolled back to your skull and hands pawing at his hips that roll into yours and with each pump he slides a little more into you. “Not even halfway and you’re dumbed out, such a darling little thing, yeah?”

Your eyes are glassy, tears slipping down your cheeks and he lifts a hand off your hip towards your breasts, grabbing roughly at your left tit and groaning at how defined the veins are along the plump flesh that fits perfect in his palm. It’s cold to the touch and while he’s never made love to a ghost, it is increasingly becoming his new favorite thing to do.

You whimper and mewl to every touch, pinch, slap and tug to your body he makes as he pleases. There’s a creamy ring around the middle of his cock, sticky and smeared against your inner thighs as he pushes deeper, tip nudging against your gummy cervix, bullying it deeper as a bulge pumps against your yummy with each thrust.

“Aw, what’s this,” He releases your breast, smoothing his gloved hand down to the bulge in your stomach with a smirk as he leans down until his violet bangs brush against your forehead. “am I right here?” He presses down on the bump as he pushes deeper into your pussy, relishing in how your legs tremble and try to kick out on either sides of him. Your mouth hangs open, drool slipping down the corner of your mouth as your hands paw and push against him as if you’re unsure if you want him closer or want him off you.

Your hips roll against his own, eyes fluttering shut as a knot pulls taut in your belly right under his big palm. It’s as if he knows, ears twitching as he groans before pressing his lips against yours and his hand slides further down your smooth icy body towards your neglected pearl. His thumb rolls the small bundle of nerves, tracing the letters of his name against it as he pushes his tongue past your lips. His eyes are half-lidded almost smugly so as he holds eye contact with you and the embarrassment of the intimacy, the closeness with those yellow eyes staring deeply into yours makes your eyes flutter shut, brows furrowed as you moan into his awaiting mouth.

He pulls back, panting as he smirks down at you. “Are you close now? C’mon then, give it to me, little one.” His hips push in and finally he’s buried to the hilt, your walls clamping down and fluttering around him as his abdomen tenses up and he grips your hip with his other hand hard enough to leave a bruise in his wake.

It hits you like a train. It’s strong, intense and a sinful sound rips itself from your vocal cords as your hands push against his hips that slam into you hard before thick spurts of warmth oozes into your pussy that pulsates around his thick length. Your eyes are unfocused, body heaving deep breaths as a thin layer of sweat glistens along the expanse of your body under the blue light his lantern casts over the two of you. 

You wriggle under his as he takes deep breaths above you, seemingly relaxed as he sighs out a moan before a gloved hand grabs at your throat, thumbing over where your pulse would be. “Where are you going, hm? We aren’t done yet, I have to see if a apparition like you can take my seed.” He’s teasing, tugging you back until he rests in the deepest parts of you again. Despite having came, his cock twitches against your sticky walls with a sensitivity that only drives him to roll his hips into you once more to test the waters. The sound you make in response makes him smile.

“Did you underestimate the stamina of a fae, hm?” He leans back down, gloved thumb bumping against your sensitive clit as he rubs the letters of his name slowly against the puffy pearl once more. “Don’t worry, little one, I’ll show you just how long I can last for.”

# — @nyajiro @minnigolds