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Kyryll isn't certain he heard you correctly, his hand stilling atop your head as he begs your pardon.

"When I'm dead. You'll plant flowers by my grave and come talk to me like this."

It's not something he'd previously considered. Quite odd, as he often found himself contemplating the nature of humans and their limited lifespans.

He shifts his hand, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and settling your weight against his chest. Perhaps he'd simply never considered how fleeting your time together would be. Centuries have gone by before meeting you, and there would be many more once you were gone.

What happens when you journey far from home and find yourself in the palm of peril?

Even in moments of worry, your husband manages to ease your worries and save you without fail.

INFO: wc: ~1k. (flins x f! reader). flins and reader are married. reader is referred to as his wife. hurt/comfort. mentions of fear. possibly ooc (written before 6.0 release). semi based on that one gamescom video!

The soft light of the moon shines an impossible, ethereal light on all below it. With its assistance, all who stray will be guided, and all who are lost will be found. Only the whispers of the wind are heard in the everlasting silence; longing souls who have strayed from their path and subjected themself to eternal agony.

kyryll chudomirovich flins x reader | inspired by this song

wc: 1.3k

riea's comments: me and this MANNNN. the devil works hard but writers work harder. i saw this absolute BADDIE and suddenly i wanted to write again! isn't life wonderful? will be pulling for him and varka and im honestly so hyped for nod krai like omg we are so back. the 2021-2022 genshin peak really looks like a molehill compared to the 2025 nod krai mountain!!!!!!! i love you snezhnaya!!!!! also sorry if its bad :(( i wanted to put something out for my newest husband

the lightkeepers didn't get mail often. those who were grateful for their service preferred to leave flowers and other items outside of the headquarters as gifts of gratitude. so when there was a sudden influx of incoming mail, flins was quite suspicious. that was—of course—until he realized that all the letters were sent from the same mondstadt address and kyryll was written on every single one of them. he sighed with a soft smile, tearing the oldest one open.

dear kyryll,

by the time you read this letter, it'll be about a week since you left mond are (hopefully!!!) back home. tell me, has nod krai managed to look any different in a month? i know mondstadt has. first off, now that windblume is over, all the decorations no longer beautify the city!!! its so unfair! i think windblume should be year round! oh, and speaking of windblume. that bouquet you gave me is still holding up! even though experts say that there isn't a stark difference between naturally occurring water and the water hydro vision holders and conjure, i still like to think that watering my windwheel asters with my water magic makes them last longer.

kyryll, how are those wolfhooks doing? i gave them to you right before you left so they shouldn't be wilting just yet… but truth be told, wolfhooks were the only windblume candidate that reminded me the most of you! if you want to see a real flower that i get your vibes from, head to vanarana, sumeru. there'll be a super pretty flower that only grows there!! there aren't many monsters in the area but of course if you ever need any help, call my name and i'll be there to protect you just like old times. oh—got off topic a bit, guess you're used to that now though, huh? 

the second thing that has changed about the city is… the lack of you. it was only a month and… maybe i was hoping that it turned into something more than just a vacation, maybe i wanted you to stay here, just for a little while longer whether it be for business or for leisure. i still remember when you said you'd like to go to starsnatch cliff and you whispered a name under the night sky's veil, i've never seen you talk that much at once. sara from good hunter keeps asking about you. it seems that the twice a week produce shipments have gotten significantly heavier once you left. and diona's been more grumpy than usual when she's in the tavern. guess it's because she has no one to talk to while the adults around her all get wasted.

the absence of you is torture, how difficult is the journey from mond to snezhnaya? surely it can't be that hard? but knowing you, you wouldn't dare let me attempt it alone. i won't, okay? i'll just keep writing you these letters and hope that i didn't mishear your address.

come back soon, kyryll. mondstadt misses you.

i miss you.

he could practically hear you saying the inked words to him, voice bright as ever. it's been a few months since he went to mondstadt, the windwheel asters must've been dead by now and he knew for a fact that the wolfhooks were long digested in the children's stomach as they swarmed the man upon his return. he kept a seed though, a black flower pot on the windowsill, a single sprout peaking out of the soil, but the snezhnayan climate might not prove the best for growing mondstadt native plants. kyryll's mind began to drift as he read the letter over and over again, reminiscing the first time he met you.

the journey was long and winding with one too many interactions with people. why was he here again? right. a little relaxing—quote unquote—trip to mondstadt organized by his family to de-stress from lightkeeper duties. the map crinkled under the pressure of his fingers, flins finally saw the city in sight. he wasn't even sure if his family had been so courteous to arrange a hotel accommodation for this impromptu trip—that he didn't ask for by the way. who was going to hold the fort down while he was gone? yes, his younger sisters are very capable but the lightkeepers have gotten weaker over thousands of years of history and their numbers have only dwindled. the chudomirovich family was one of the only clans to stand the test of time, to stay strong throughout the cataclysm and continuous and relenting battles against the abyss. but, when time is involved, everything erodes eventually. the lightkeepers are nod krai's defenders and without one of their strongest, if an attack were to happen in the month he was gone, what would flins even—

"sir, watch out!"

a heavy force pushed him to the ground, disorienting him for just a moment. relaxing vacation, my ass. a blast of hydro energy surrounded the nearby area and he sat up to see you, weapon clad and swinging at the mob of hilichurls, hydro vision glowing. shrieks of death rang out as you defeated the last bit of monsters, their bodies turning into muses of black and dark red ash. claymore cast aside, you ran over to the man from before, hands squeezed on his shoulders and eyes scanning his body for any injuries. "are you okay?! did they get to you? are you hurt? i can heal minor injuries but if it's really bad, i can take you to the church—"

his hands were warm and gentle as he removed yours from his body. you watched as he moved to pick something up from the ground and muttered a quick thank you when you felt the familiar weight back in your hand. "i'm fine. thank you for protecting me." dismissing your weapon, you smiled and said that it was simply your duty as a citizen of mondstadt before asking him if he was visiting. "yes. i'm here on… vacation." that last word felt bitter in his mouth. he was still thinking about the things that could go wrong for the lightkeepers in his absence but when you vowed that he'd reach the city of mondstadt safely, those thoughts ever-so-slightly subsided.

"y'know. i never caught your name." a pebble rolled far out of sight as a result of your shoe knocking against it. the city was much closer now, perhaps a three minute walk away but unfortunately that time couldn't be filled with conversation as this guy next to you was not one for idle chatter. but you should at least know who you're escorting to the city, right?

a couple moments of silence before he said something, "flins. call me flins."

"flins, huh? well," the sky was painted in a beautiful mix of oranges, blues, and purples, as the sun began to set. the main city entrance itched closer and closer and you greeted the two guards with a wave,

"welcome to mondstadt, flins."

the harsh sound of his name brought flins out of his daze, "chudomirovich," a guard bellowed from his office doorway, "someone's here to see you." kyryll nodded as he made quick work of the rest of the letters you'd sent him, putting them in a drawer to read later. however, he felt his heart stop when he smelled the scent of sweet flowers and love. 

kyryll rummaged through the letter-filled drawer, not daring to look up at his guest, not wanting to have his heart break a bit if it wasn't who he thought it was. finally—he thought—hands gripping the most recent letter, the date on it just five days ago. he ripped it open, noticed that you skipped the classic letter format opting for two words scribbled in the center of the page instead: i'm coming.

"long time no see, flins."