Netokii
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The first thing Varka notices about the vampire is that he’s beautiful, in an odd way. [...] On a second, more thorough appraisal, everything about this creature screams that something is just... off.
Or; ex-hunter Varka meets starved vampire Flins. Some mild chaos ensues. It gets worse before it gets better.
[as a side quest to contributing to the knightlight tag, this is also a love letter to Mondstadt and its characters, bc i miss them sm. be prewarned for many character cameos! im genuinely trying to write all of them in LMAOO]
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17 Apr 2026
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Varka and his knights have finally made it back to Mondstadt. A long awaited reunion, however some of Varka’s closest friends have noticed his change in behavior and his friends are nothing if curious and nosy when it comes to the well-being of their beloved Grand Master.
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Varka reflects after leaving Flins behind in Nod-Krai. Ultimately being torn between his duties as the Grand Master and the fae who has his heart.
While on the other side of the world, Flins struggles with the consequences of letting Varka leave.Bookmarked by Netokii
15 Apr 2026
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You hesitate, voice gentle. “So…is this basically…like a rut or something?”
Kyryll stills, then exhales slowly against your skin. His laugh is quiet, resigned—the sound of a man who has given up on maintaining dignity. “If you insist on using such a barbaric term, then yes,” he murmurs, voice low and rueful. “It is something akin to that.”
OR: Flins is not human, and his non human form happens to come with a rather interesting condition
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13 Apr 2026
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“I did not expect to see you work as the Starshyna’s messenger boy,” Varka said with a relaxed, almost all-knowing smile. “What happened to Illuga?”
“Nothing,” Flins said. “The Starshyna believes you might try to steal him away from the Ratniki. It is more appropriate if I come instead.”
Varka had to find something funny in Flins’s half-truth, laughing first and then tapping his chin pensively. “Is he not afraid of me trying to steal you away? I’ll say, it seems like his judgment isn’t as sharp as he’d want it to be.”
Varka was a very touch-oriented person. Always clapping shoulders, patting backs, or holding onto his friends’ arms when he laughed too hard. Flins wanted to feel that for himself.
But when he had it, it felt shallow. He missed the lingering touches, their feet playing under the table, their hands gravitating towards one another. He wanted Varka to hold him and never let go.
It was a lot to ask because Varka did not belong to the graveyard or to Nod-Krai. He belonged to his family back in Mondstadt, whom he had never spoken to Flins about.
Because for the first time, it was Flins who was temporary—not the other way around.
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13 Apr 2026
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“Dude, that thing looks like a relic! An antique! We could make some good money with it…”
But Norton isn’t listening.
He can’t listen hear anything the roaring sound of blood in his ears.
He knows this blade. He’s seen it before. He’s held it in his hand before, with nimble fingers showing him the best way to hold it. Showing him how to protect himself.
Though the rust has dulled the blade to the point where the only way it could possibly hurt someone is through tetanus, he knows what it looked like when it was sharp and deadly.
He knows what it looks like with his tears on it.
The manor is laughing at him.
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Norton has nightmares of his past life.