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AND IT TURNS ANEW. (yandere nod-krai characters x gender-neutral reader)

; yandere, written before the release of nod-krai.

; as the moon looms above you, you'll find love of varying degrees in nod-krai.

; flins, ineffa, lauma, varka, nefer, nicole, & durin.

FLINS

“THE GRAVEYARD is plenty of miles away from the lighthouse. It begs the question, what brings you here?” Amidst the shadow-bathed tombstones, your lantern brings a faint light that illuminates a small radius of area, enough to see the silhouette of a man with a stone-cold expression. His lack of amusement ignites your own, and the urge to tease him scratches at your person.

When he stubbornly gives you no response, you prod him further, “Hm? Not one for conversation?”

Finally, he sighs; a sound that is drawn out from his entire being, exasperated. “You know full well why I’m here.”

“I’m afraid not,” you quickly deny, lantern swinging forth as you gesture to the headstone you were admiring prior to his arrival. “As you can see, I was diligently watching over this poor man’s grave. I’m not doing anything wrong to my knowledge.”

“My father appreciates your effort of being a… guardian, yes.” He crosses his arms, blunt yellow eyes staring you down. “But you’ve had your fun; I found you. It’s time for you to come back to the lighthouse with me. The burning light I left there won’t be enough to abate the wild hunt completely.”

Your raised lantern gracelessly falls to your side, all bravado gone in an instant. Stomping your foot to the ground, you protest, “I don’t want to.”

“This isn’t the time for a tantrum.” His gloved hand reaches out for your wrist, tugging you to toward the entrance of the graveyard against your wishes. Your shoes scrape against dirt in an attempt to fight his strength, fingers desperately scratching, trying to make a dent in his gloves so he can release you. “I said, I don’t want to.”

“And I’ve already told you that your tantrum is fruitless,” he gives a sudden, harsh tug that forcibly beckons you into his chest. Your lantern clatters to the ground, and you yelp, feeling the unpleasant cold metal against your cheek, struggling to get out of his arms.

He continues his trek, eventually reaching the entrance and easily moving past it, as if you’re not even in his embrace to possibly slow down his pace. And you know that he won’t stop until he reaches the lighthouse. You groan out, mad at another failed attempt.

No other ammo left, you shoot a final shot with a petty comment, “Go shrivel up and die, Flins.”

Unfazed, he replies, “That’s the sensation I feel in my heart every time you try and part yourself away from me.”

“So lame, go invest in a comedy side gig instead of spending all your free time ogling at me.”

INEFFA

Birgitta hovers around the Krumkake shop while Aino tinkers with a spare mechanical part found in Sumeru. Jahoda is off teasing Durin again, and you’re left with hands busying themselves between pliers and a hammer, wondering how you’re going to destroy the new mechanism Ineffa had wrapped around your ankle while you were unconscious.

It disguises itself as a simple anklet from a surface glance, but someone as experienced as you in mechanisms immediately noticed the oddities from within. The weight had been too heavy for a simple anklet, and you can hear a faint, continuous beeping when you get close enough. It’s clear as day; the device is a form of tracker Ineffa placed upon you. Yet despite your quick deduction, you’re unable to crack it open and remove your ankle from the abomination of a device she made.

How could it be that a robot like her can hold the capability to be selfish and have desires? Could there have been an error during her creation process that Aino failed to spot?

You’ve been hammering away at each individual metal in hopes of chipping it off, yet hours have gone by since you sat down and began this project of yours, and there’s been no breakthrough. Had you not valued your limbs, you would’ve sawed it off by now. And Ineffa is nowhere to be seen either, with Birgitta fulfilling her role as a housekeeper in her absence.

You don’t want to inconvenience a poor child genius into whatever unhinged code Ineffa possesses in her mind, but when your tools fall short for the nth time, you’re left with no other choice. Reluctantly standing up from your position, you approach her with slow, hesitant steps. Weakly, you call out, “Uhm, Aino…”

Her rigorous focus is snapped, and she swivels to face you with the usual smile decorating her face. Sweater paws wave at you in greeting. “Yeah?”

“Do you know how to,” you gesture down to your accursed anklet. “Uhm, get rid of this? …please?”

Aino hops off her high chair to get a closer look at your anklet, she leans in and hums. Moments later, recognition sparks across her eyes as she excitedly faces you, “Oh! This is the thing Ineffa told me about!”

“Thing?”

“Yup! She told me that this helps monitor your weak health.” She nods assuredly, hair antennae bouncing up and down with her motions. “I know it can be a bittt uncomfy, but this is for the best. Ineffa promised!”

For extra assurance, she goes on her tip toes and pats your head to the best of her ability.

Ah, that damned robot managed to rope in an unsuspecting kid into her nefarious schemes.

LAUMA

The frostmoon Scions’ territory is an eerily quiet place, located in a secluded forest miles away from the main city of Nod-Krai, filled with mystique and creatures that you’ve never seen anywhere else in Teyvat. Trekking through the forest alone feels as if you're intruding on something you’re not welcome to; feels as if you’re here to ruin the beauty that’s decorated through the leaves and tree bark.

But on the contrary, you’re not intruding, far from it. Not when you have a special invitation from Lauma herself.

You stand at the edge of the forest, peering in through the trees that hide the Frostmoon Scions’ sanctuary away from prying eyes. While invited, you’re personally too scared to go deeper into unknown territory. Your fingers play with the hem of your sleeve, fighting back the shivers when cold breeze passes through.

“Why are you standing there?” A soothing voice calls out from within, “Come closer.”

It’s Lauma, patiently waiting for you. As if under a trance, you follow obediently, using her voice as your guiding light.

“Okay… Lauma.”

The crunch of leaves, snap of twigs, fingers scraping against a tree, and sound of a nearby horse neighing - it’s all muted, your ears hyperfocused on the sound of her voice, utterly entranced.

“Good. Very good, you’re almost there.” Her assurance is akin to a balm over a wound. All your doubts further diminished with each step you take, allowing your entire being to be devoured whole by the dense forest.

Eventually, you emerge from the fog over your mind at the sight of Lauma standing a few feet away. Hands folded and poise straight, she tenderly smiles at your aghast expression. She beckons you forward, pulling you taut on a string.

“Come now, my darling,” cold fingers find solace in your own warm ones, her thumb rubs circles on your skin repeatedly. she gently pulls you along, guides you into a clearing that reveals an isolated lake.

“Where are…” Your lips part to question her, but she shushes you down.

“We will submerge into the water together.” Her hands cup your cheek. “And witness the everlasting glow of the moon that oversees us all.”

A cold sensation bites at your feet as you’re further submerged into the waters, eyes locked onto hers. Not once has she let go of your hand encased in her own, and you don’t dare to separate from her now.

Whatever it may be, you will be the victim of her voice’s call, ready at every beck and command.

VARKA

“Hey honey, it took you a while to pick up my call.” An annoying familiar voice goes through the damned dodocommunication device Alice gifted a while back. It felt insulting to hear his grating voice coming from such a cute, round item. You’re tempted to immediately hang up. Unfortunately, your dodocom is wired to only pick up calls - not end them.

Leaving you with no choice but to deal with this mess of a man.

“Busy.” You drag out, already feeling drained from him.

“Busy, huh?” His annoying laugh rings out, creating an instant migraine. “With what, honey? Picked up any new hobbies there while I’ve been on expedition?”

“Yeah.” Another one-word reply while your fingers move to massage your temple.

“Good, good.” He hums in approval, and you can picture him with his greatsword at his lap, blade newly sharpened as he listens to your ice-cold replies. “Like what?”

Going outside if life had been kind, threatens to break free from your sealed lips. But you know that Varka is much kinder when not provoked, so you swallow down the retort.

“Sewing, I guess.” A record-breaking three words.

Varka seems overjoyed by the increase; his happiness seeping through as he exclaims, “Really? That’s amazing! Wish I’d been there to witness it myself, darling. Say, how about you come visit me here in Nod-Krai and show your projects to me?”

You bite your lip, not liking what he’s suggesting. “That’s…”

“Heard Albedo, Durin, and Sister Alice’ll be dropping by here soon,” Varka continues on, clearly not taking in your reluctance. “I can go ask them to pick you up, too. Aren’t I a genius? Haha! Pack your bags soon, honey. I can’t wait to see you, I’ve missed you so much.”

“Varka…” For the first time since he’s called you, you speak his name. And you know he’s attentively listening now.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t know… I heard Nod-Krai’s really dangerous, and well, I really don’t want to impose on-”

“Impose? On me? Nonsense!” He cuts you off, not leaving room for anything else. “I would die on the battlefield protecting you, my love. That’s what I always do, protecting you, yeah? You could never burden me.”

You stay silent, already knowing that what he wants goes. The least you can hold over him for now is silent treatment until you inevitably face him in Nod-Krai. Until then, you can still find comfort in your little hobby of sewing and stitching.

NEFER

“I don’t think you’re here for the story.” A woman clad in green regards you with such certainty in her words that it gives rise to your irritation. She must have sensed it, cheekily smiling at you in response.

“What makes you say that?” you counter, rolling your eyes when she ambles closer to you.

She talks so surely - so confident in her own beliefs. “You’re here for me, aren’t you?”

…But so insanely delusional. You don’t even bother giving her a reply; you huff in exasperation, intending to relocate to a place where her presence can’t bother you. But she’s quicker than you previously thought, swiftly blocking your exit with the blink of an eye.

“Oh, that won’t be happening under my watch.”

You feel your eye twitch. “Are you serious? I’m clearly not interested. Hop off!”

Nefer smiles at you as if knowing something you don’t. You try to step around her in hopes of finding an opening, but she’s always a step ahead. What was once irritation quickly molds into creeping fear when you realize she’s actually serious about not letting you go.

“...hey, this isn’t funny. Let me go.” Your voice quivers against your better judgement, and she seems to further revel in the vulnerability you’re showing her.

“Come on, just stay awhile, won’t you?” She laughs, throwing her head back, full of joy. “I don’t bite, I promise.”

Somehow, you doubt that.

NICOLE

To see through the future is an incredible feat that only a few people can attain.

Nicole Reeyn, a seelie turned human, often used these revelations for the overall benefit of Teyvat. She views it as a duty she’s obligated to carry; to preserve. However, ever since she met you, the urge to use her powers for her own benefit gnaws at her from the inside out.

Telling you stories of fairytales paralleling the fate of Teyvat is no longer enough to sate her need these days. Nicole aches to break her moral conduct and peer through your fate just to see if you’ll ever see her more than a storyteller in your life.

The first breach is when she sees you conversing with a visionary through the leylines. For once, her feelings work faster than her mind as she feels the mind-aching sensation of jealousy coursing through her holy blood. Scalding hot tea on her tongue is incomparable to flames of jealousy that keep getting fanned the longer you linger around the sinner, so blissfully unaware of the third presence in the space.

But Vedrfolnir is aware of her; he has to. Why else entertain you like this if not to push her buttons?

The next time you see her, the silence is deafeningly loud. The usual sensation of her speaking directly to your mind is a huge absence that sends your mind reeling in thought. Have you somehow wronged her before this meeting? Or is she simply not in a good mood?

With nothing else to talk about, you hesitantly bid her farewell.

Just as you cross the threshold, her voice rings out in your mind.

“Don’t speak to him. Only speak to me, I’d hate to clip your wings otherwise.”

DURIN (platonic)

The gentle whirring of Birgitta cleaning the place paired with your teaspoon clinking against porcelain serves as perfect background noise, distracting you from the other presence occupying the couch. Aino has long retired for the night. Ineffa is charging, and Jahoda is snoring away in a different room.

The only ones left are you and Durin, with a palpable air of awkwardness surrounding you both. You’ve been repeatedly stirring your cup for hours now, and you fear you’ll be here all night just to avoid the inevitable: speaking to the small dragon turned human, Durin.

You don’t have a vendetta against him; it more or less lies in his associates. The blond chief alchemist from Mondstadt and the Vahumana student from Sumeru’s Akademiya. It’s in your best interest to completely avoid all connections leading to either, but when a child like Durin is dropped off at Krumkake, your soft heart takes a hit.

And perhaps you’re being unfair to this poor kid for treating him as a ghost simply because of the people in his life. You’re no better than a kindergartener with such an attitude. You’re supposed to introduce him to socialization and teach him the ways of life; not molding around a couch in some workshop.

With your mind made up, you twist your body around to face him. “Hey, Durin! How’s Krumkake been for you so far?”

Durin’s eyes drift away from his own cup into meeting your own. He gives you a small, shy smile. “It’s been good, thank you.”

Awkward, you mentally berate yourself. “Ahem, so, what’s gotten your mind so occupied? You can share with me if you want!”

Durin tilts his head, hesitant. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, yes! I’m sure!”

Placing his porcelain cup down, Durin heaves out a heavy sigh. “Well, you see… I’ve been troubled lately.”

“Oh?” You take a sip, body finally relaxing from the tension that has dissipated.

“Because, uhm… uhhh,” He steals a glance at you before quickly averting his eyes. “I don’t know… if I prefer you more with Mister Albedo or Hat Guy. Uhm, they’re both good people! You just have to deal with isolation, mx. (Y/N), but I promise you they’re good people!”

You spit out your drink in record time.

Yeah, this kid is just as unhinged as them.

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oi098 · 10 days ago

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whatcha think it'd be like to sleep w till? and not in the weird way lol

sleeping w till hcs plsplspls!! no rush 🙌

Sleeping with Till — Headcanons

1. Quiet, Calm Presence Till is one of those people whose mere presence feels like a warm blanket. When you lie down together, he doesn’t talk much—just settles in quietly beside you, careful not to disturb your peace. You can feel his steady breathing next to you, like a soft rhythm that slowly eases any tension out of your body. He’s not the type to fill the silence with chatter; instead, his calmness is the comfort.

2. Gentle and Attentive Touches Till’s touches are feather-light and thoughtful. Maybe he absentmindedly brushes a stray strand of hair from your face or traces lazy circles on your arm with his thumb. He’s very intuitive, knowing when you need comforting without words. Sometimes, when you feel cold or restless, his hand will find yours in the dark, fingers interlacing carefully, a silent “I’m here.”

3. Warmth-Seeker and Snuggler Till loves the feeling of warmth, both physical and emotional. When it’s chilly, he’s the first to snuggle close, tucking you both under a blanket and pressing his body gently against yours. His warmth is quiet but strong—a little heat that seeps into your skin and makes everything feel safe. He might rest his head lightly on your shoulder or chest, just enough to feel connected without crowding.

4. Early to Sleep, Deep Sleeper Though Till is sensitive and sometimes restless during the day, at night he usually falls asleep early, sometimes before you do. But even when he’s out cold, he remains aware enough to react if you move too much or feel uneasy. His protective instincts kick in silently—he’ll wrap an arm around your waist or pull the blanket over you both, always making sure you’re comfortable.

5. Nighttime Sketches and Creativity Till is an artist through and through, so he keeps his sketchbook by the bed. Sometimes, when he wakes in the middle of the night, inspiration hits him quietly. He’ll reach for his pencil and scribble softly, careful not to wake you. You love watching him concentrate in the dark, pencil fluttering across the page like a lullaby. Sometimes, he sketches little portraits of you sleeping, capturing your peaceful expression in soft graphite lines.

6. Soft Breaths and Tiny Noises His breathing is calm and rhythmic, almost like a gentle song to fall asleep to. Occasionally, Till makes little noises—tiny snores, a soft sigh, or a murmured word in his sleep—which you find endearing. They remind you how deeply relaxed and safe he feels when he’s with you.

7. Protective and Caring in the Dark If you ever have trouble sleeping or wake up feeling anxious, Till is quietly there. He might reach out and gently stroke your hair or whisper soothing words. If you get up to use the bathroom or drink water, he’ll softly call your name or hold your hand to bring you back to bed. His timid nature melts away when it comes to taking care of you.

8. Mornings with Messy Hair and Soft Eyes When morning light filters through the curtains, Till wakes up slowly. His hair is tousled in a wild halo around his face, and his eyes are half-lidded but warm. He doesn’t say much at first, just watches you for a moment with a shy smile before mumbling a quiet “Good morning.” If you’re still sleepy, he might pull you close again, breathing softly into your hair.

9. Whispered Affection Before Sleep Right before drifting off, Till sometimes whispers little things to you—how much he loves having you near, how your presence calms his racing mind, or how you inspire him to be braver. His voice is barely audible but full of warmth. These small confessions are his way of showing trust and affection.

10. The Perfect Pillow and Cozy Cuddler Till is surprisingly a perfect pillow. His body is soft and warm, and he’s an incredibly still sleeper, which means your head can rest on him without getting jostled awake. He’s content to just lie there with you, holding you gently, as sleep washes over you both.

11. The Little Rituals Before you both fall asleep, there might be a small ritual—like you hand him his favorite herbal tea, and he brushes a little bit of your hair behind your ear. Sometimes he hums quietly or recites soft poetry he’s memorized, and you let yourself get lulled by his voice. These moments, small and intimate, build a bridge between your worlds.

12. Comforting When You’re Tossing and Turning If you’re restless or having a hard time settling down, Till becomes extra gentle and patient. He doesn’t push you to fall asleep or get frustrated—he just stays close, offering quiet words and a hand to hold. Sometimes he strokes your back or forehead until you relax, his own heart slowing down as he matches your breathing.

Sleeping with Till is like being wrapped in a gentle, quiet lullaby: full of warmth, soft touches, and unspoken care. It’s never rushed or loud, just a safe space where you both can feel understood, protected, and quietly loved.

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