#genshin diluc

Hi y'all~ hope everyone’s doing alright. Sorry for not posting for so long. Life hasn’t been daijoubu, so I couldn’t even draw until recently :,) Here’s some doodles I did to test some pens I just bought and a WIP of something I’ll post this weekend.

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「ディルック、赤い、黒い。冷たくて、熱い。」

-　ディルックについて…

From Razor’s ‘About Diluc’

WIP of a marker drawing of Diluc from Genshin Impact! I really like this, he looks like a white prince or something! Too bad I gotta add all his dark emo colors…

mom said its our turn on the xbox

At this point it’s obvious who my favorite characters in this game are hahaha

Now if only Diluc would come home…..

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the man

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This is my first fanart for genshin and literally have no idea that it’s Ayato’s birthday to where I live today

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I got this cutie so here are some icons for him!

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night’s troubles

plot: reader has a nightmare

contains: tartaglia, albedo, diluc

warnings: nightmares, panicking

tartaglia

• this man doesn’t ever sleep well
• ever since he was 12, it’s all just very unpleasant dreams waiting for him anytime he closes his eyes, and since he joined the fatui he’s also trained to stay on kind of a stand-by mode in case anything happened
• so he wakes up in a split second the moment he feels you tug on his shirt a little stronger than normally
• it takes him a second to gain consciousness back, and as he does, the first thing he does (as always) is look over at you
• there’re tears flowing down even though your eyes are tightly closed, and every now and then you shake a bit
• he sort of just examines the situation until a string of muffled “no’s” comes out of your mouth, then he fully realizes you’re simply having a bad dream

“hey” he simply whispers, pulling himself up to rest his back against the headrest, wiping your cheeks softly. what’s going on in your head, he wonders, but he always does. he wishes he could know what you think, what you fear, and what you like. he dreams he could say he knows you more than you really know yourself.

it often makes him doubt - do you really like him? do you feel safe around him? don’t you secretly hate him? hate, he could take, but fear? he doesn’t really believe any god, his tsaritsa included, could ever help him, but he still prays that’s not the case.

his sleepy worries are quickly wiped away after another muffled cry, your weak voice begging someone to “not leave you” so incoherently he barely recognized the words.

“alright” he whispers with a soft smile “wakey wakey, come on” his hand patting your cheek a few times, then slightly shaking your shoulder, and after a few tries, you wake up with a gasp.

you shoot up, and for a second don’t recognize your surroundings. it all felt too real, and now you’re in a safe environment of your own room, wrapped in bedsheets, all of your fears resulting in being just simply fiction.

it’s when your searching eyes find tartaglia’s that you finally realized it’s all behind you, exhaling with relief, arms wandering to hug him as fast as possible, his steady heartbeat immediately calming yours, hand traveling through your hair in a calming manner.

“you’re still here” you mumble, visibly surprised, and he can’t help but laugh slightly.

“wasn’t i supposed to? you keep yelling at me if i come back home after you go to bed” you hit his shoulder, frustrated with the teasing. “bad dream?”

you nod.

“want to talk about it?” he asks further, but you shake your head no, and in response to that, he stays silent. supporting his chin on the top of your head, his hand trails lower to your back, drawing soothing circles.

the night continues, as he stares out the window into the sky, calmed by feeling the waves your breath settling, you grounded by the idea of him by your side, and finally, when you’re absolutely sure your voice won’t crack as you speak, you ask; checking if he’s still awake:

“ajax?”

“yes?” he replies instantly, not moving an inch.

“you won’t… you won’t leave, right?”

then you feel his breathing hitch in his lungs, head shifting, hands lifting up your chin.

“what on earth are you talking about?” there’s something about his voice that confuses you. his gentle manner of speaking to you doesn’t change, but you surely feel a sudden cold and seriousness in his words. “nothing will ever make me leave you, love, i told you that countless times”

he seems rritated at the fact that you do not understand such a simple issue, how much he loves you.

“that’s not what i meant” you whisper. it takes him a second to realize.

“oh” is all that comes out, as his hand stops in its tracks.

the next few seconds feel like forever. it feels as if you’re about to fall back down into the endless circle of your nightmare.

“i have a habit of not breaking a promise once i had made it” he starts to explain “so i’m not gonna swear to never leave. that would make me a potential liar. however” he takes a breath, and leans in to kiss the top of your head affectionately. “however i can promise you, that i will become the strongest, the best, and unbeaten, so that nobody, nobody can ever take me away from you.”

it’s not the best thing he could’ve said, you think.

“aren’t you doing that already?”

“well, if i had to decide myself, my life isn’t the most important thing in the world. but if by protecting myself, i’m protecting you as well, then not a single hair strand shall fall from my head. does that satisfy you, dear?”

you looked into those big blue eyes that you saw lifeless not an hour ago in your imagination. a glimpse of determination that you fell for, forever present in the blue hue appeared more apparent and stronger.

your fighter. nobody shall ever beat yourfighter.

“yeah”

albedo

• your head has been resting in the ash blonde’s lap for an hour now, as he continues sketching
• the picture on his paper starts to look more and more like the owl sitting on a tree branch outside the window, and although this isn’t the most comfortable position for drawing, albedo happily adjusts to the situation
• every now and then hair falls on your face, and every now and then his thin fingers remove it from your eyes, so that not even a single impact ruins your sleep
• he’s at the point of touching the coal to the page in order to add shading, when a violent turn of your head throws it out of his grip
• he looks at you, expecting to find you awake and with a shiteating grin on your face, but instead sees a grimace of pain and disturbance

he doesn’t want to wake you at all, but knows immediately that your dream isn’t one of the pleasant ones. he quickly puts his work away.

He’s been sitting on a couch, and either way he thought of changing places for you to not get neck pain from sleeping like this, so he planned to get up rather soon anyway.

“alright, let’s go” he mumbles, scooping your body in his arms, careful not to wake you. he enjoys the weight against his arms and chest as he carries you, he likes the feeling of being needed. as much as he’d hate to admit, he likes to save you from danger, even if the danger is imaginary and low profile.

he enjoys being the savior.

albedo repulses that thought out of his mind as he reaches the bedroom door, having no free hands to open it and hence pushing it open with his foot.

he settles you onto the bed and tightly wraps a blanket around you, finishing the work with planting a small peck on your temple, sitting down on the other side of the bed. he decides to grab a book, a fiction one, and one he particularly enjoys, and founds himself dwelling deep in the story seconds after starting to read.

he’s thrown out of his thoughts rather quickly, when you get out of the blanket cocoon and instinctively find his resting arm, wrapping yours around it. you stir and try to nestle, but seem very uncomfortable. he let’s you do whatever you please, finger grazing your forearm slightly, a thoughtless motion he’s not aware of.

he continues to read, but every time you as much as mumble something, he stops and comforts yoj through your sleep.

“shh, it’s just a dream” he says “you’re gonna be okay. just fine”

when you don’t move for too long though, he also checks, sometimes even leaning in to kiss your forehead again. when you calm down, he takes it as his personal victory, but stays perfectly still, as he thinks it’s thanks to the position you found, legs tangled around his, hands holding onto his warm arm. it brings him pride, that you found peace with his help, and his help only.

and if in the morning you tell him you had a nightmare that suddenly stopped being so drastic and horrifying, he will only nod, say “interesting” and add it to his notebook…

diluc

• now this, this is a true gentleman
• he does not sleep until you sleep, end of story. he lets you find a comfortable position, he lays still, he talks with you until you’re tired, he even makes tea late at night if you don’t feel like sleeping.
• but, that all is conditioned by whether he’s there for bedtime to begin with
• diluc is a busy man, and as much as you try to wait for him, sometimes he takes too long in coming home, and your eyes become too heavy to be kept open
• that’s the mystical reason for why he kicks out customers past closing time so diligently, hurrying to close up, but no one shall ever know, he just wants to catch that one last “love you, goodnight” from his beloved.
• there’s a heavy storm raging that night, and not only does it limit his vision even further, it chills him to the bone, making home and a warm bed all the more pleasing
• he finally does close the mansion’s door behind him, leaving his coat to dry, de-tangling his hair, and heading upstairs to get ready for sleep

“diluc?” he hears as soon as he enters the floor. the voice sounds weak and distressed, so instead of heading to undress, he pushes the bedroom door open.

“i’m home” he announces calmly, though happily, not deciding to enter the room further, instead choosing to lean on the doorframe.

a sight revealed to his eyes is barely even visible, lit only by the moonlight from outside the window. in a huge, way too huge for just one person, bed, there’s a figure sitting, hair disheveled, hands scratching eyes, night gown creased after laying in bed for some hours now.

„i-is it really you?” you ask, more determined, and his eyebrow can’t help but raise in question. what?

“well, it appears so, doesn’t it?” he starts to say carefully, walking towards you to see the reason of such trivial questions for himself, only to be greeted by arms suddenly wrapping around his neck. it does seem a little bit strange, considering neither of you are the right people to greet each other with that much emotion, but he does relish the warmth of your body on his skin, cold from the rain.

“you’re really here, you’re real” you repeat over and over, more to yourself than to him, and it alerts his worries more and more.

“love” he says, gently unwrapping your arms from around him, grabbing you by the shoulders, crouching just a little bit to look directly in your eyes. “what’s wrong?” he asks calmly, and you feel a wave of redness coming to your cheeks. his eyes locked on yours, the proximity of his face, you realized how impulsively you acted, and over a dream, at that.

“i— don’t worry, i’m just tired and talking nonsense” you whisper apologetically, trying your best to contain yourself, and intend to go back to bed, only to feel the grip of unusually cold fingers tighten on your shoulder.

“you seem distressed, you can tell me what’s wrong” he insists, even trying to break a little smile to encourage you, worrying he seemed too harsh and uncaring at first.

you analyze your situation for a couple of seconds, before giving in and admitting.

“i just had a nightmare” you mumble like an angry kid. “that’s all”

you expect it being brushed away, diluc is a practical man who doesn’t concern himself with something as trivial as dreams, after all, but yet here you feel his hand move from your shoulder onto your fingers, lacing them with his, and guiding you somewhere down the stairs before you even know it.

“where’re we—“

“ i “ he accents “am going to make you something nice to drink, and you” he does it again “will tell me all about that dream you had”

you can’t help but smile when you reach the kitchen, and he pats the counter two times, as if to show you a place to sit, while getting started on boiling the water.

you start talking, voice cracking a little bit when you get to the drastic part, a shadow of fear crawling up your back once more.

“hey” he says, grabbing your hand and caressing its top with his thumb. “no matter how alone you feel, we’ll always be here to protect you. we’ll always have your back.” he got closer, and kissed your cheek briefly before continuing “especially me.”

you smiled as your chest swelled with affection.

“sure, Batman” you answered jokingly, and he rolled his eyes in annoyance, secretly glad your good mood is coming back.

“I’m gonna leave now”

( Diluc Ragnvindr )

Born into the affluent Ragnvindr family Diluc is the current owner of the dawn winery and a nobleman of high esteem in mondstandt society. While a past incident caused him to split ways with the knight of favonious he continues to protect Mondstadt in his own way. genshinimpactwiki.

crdts to the rightful owners of the orig. pic

Diluc is so beautiful‍♀️ ❣️

DILUC I GENSHIN IMPACT

One more to go which is Zhongli before I get back to commission/trade works full time!!!

what I would give for M*hoyo to have given us a Diluc birthday hangout this update in time for the national holiday of 4/30