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[zenovoid]

How Genshin Men Would Propose to You

Characters: Zhongli, Scaramouche, Childe

[Fluff, no TW’s, gn!reader]

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Zhongli ————

He’s 100% the more romantic and intimate type, so it’s very likely he’d propose when the two of you are alone.

He would take you out on a nice walk in the morning, subtly leading you to the place he had set up for his question.

By the time it’s noon you’ve settled down at the side of one of the many lakes in Liyue. He had taken the time out of his day to make your favorite food and set you two up on a soft and thick blanket filled with your favorite colors.

The two of you hang out, have fun, trade stories and such until the sun comes down. When the stars begin to show themselves something about Zhongli changed.

“My dear…” he whispers to you, staring at the sky. “I’ve lived many centuries and i’ve witnessed many of the stories shared today. I have my favorites, but there is one i’ve yet to live. A dream I wish to live. A dream i want to make a reality.” He stares at you with his beautiful amber eyes, stars reflecting in them. He reaches into his pocket as he leans a little closer to you. “I love you, so much. My dream is to live with you for the rest of your life. My dream… Is to have you as my wedded partner.” He pulls out the most beautiful ring. The band is made of pure silver, and the gems are carved from a cor lapis. The amber tones of the stone reminds you of his eyes. You stare back at him, smiling, “I would love to marry you, Morax.” He smiles, this is indeed the happiest moment of his life.

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Scaramouche ————

He’s a soft little menace. Just mean enough, but also just caring enough. He’s got that tsundere energy man i’m telling ya. Popping the question would be VERY hard for him. He’s just scared that you’ll betray him just like the others… But one day, he finally gets over his fear. He wants you- and he will make you his.

When you wake up you notice he’s already gone, with no traces to where he’d left. Slight panic ensues as the thought of him getting kidnapped raced into your mind. You start looking around, slowly calming down as you don’t see any sign of struggle. It was noon when he came back, and you started overwhelming him with questions.

He seems… different today. Uncharacteristically shy and reserved. You wanted to see what was wrong, but, maybe it was best to leave him alone for now.

Just as you begin walking away, he grabs your wrist with an unknown look in his eyes. You stare back confused, that’s when he starts speaking.

“L-listen! You better put your ears to good use now you hear me?! I’m only going to say this once!” He seemed very nervous. Your heart began to pound. “You’re such an idiot, following me around and giving me such… amazing things…” He took a deep breath. He looks at you in the eyes, he has the most loving look you’ve ever seen. “I can’t believe i’ve fallen for such an idiot, but i have. And i see now that it’s never going to change. I… I love you! And I want, no, need you to be mine! Mine and mine alone!” He quickly pulls out a ring, averting his gaze. It’s so pretty! The band is a rich gold with small sango pearls imbued in it. At the center, framed in gold, is a gem made of crystal marrow. You take it from him and put it on, “I love it! And i love you!” You hug him tightly, “I would love to be yours, forever and ever. I love you Kuni.” He hugs back.

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Childe ————

We all know he’s a big flirt and tease. He’s very likely to propose to you in the middle of a busy street tbh. But it seems like someoneee (zhongli) knocked a little sense into him.

As per usual, he took you out for a luxurious evening. You expected him to take you to yet another fancy restaurant, don’t get it wrong, you like the food. But it’s been a while sinc- what. You stare, pretty stupidly ngl. He brought you to your favorite restaurant. “What the fuck.” You say. He just smiles and leads you inside. Yeah something fishy is going on.

Of course he offers to pay for everything, so you naturally don’t hold back at all. You’ve probably ordered six or seven different things by now, but you can’t help it! This shit is amazing! Your eyes dart over to Childe, who’s smirking.

“What?!?” You say, preparing to get a flirty response. But instead, what you get surprises you beyond belief.

“I love you so much. You’re just so cute and sweet.” He reaches over to grab your left hand, slipping something out of his sleeve. “My love, allow me to make you mine.” He slips a ring on your finger. You look at it in surprise. The band is silver, with some beautiful shining blue gem you’ve never seen. You look at him and smile, “You really are something Ajax.” You kiss him. “I would love to be with you for as long as we live.” He giggled as his smirks again, the light returning to his eyes.

[jesicadsworld]

I’m going to repost the first chapter in my winter series. I really need more comments and weather or not I need to makes some changes.

[dillydallydove]

Hey, just wanted to let you know that you are incredibly awesome and wonderful and your art makes me so happy every time and your little stories and plot lines are so special and it brings a huge smile to my face every time I see your art suggested to me because I'm instantly like "!!!! That's Dove! Good job, algorithm, I love her :)"

Have a good day!

[thanos-the-dad-titan]

Nothing says I love you and want to grow old and watch the Universe end with you like my new engagement ring!!

[tiredfloridianbutverygay]

Lumity is probably going to have the only Azura themed wedding of any newly wedded couple.

Their speeches are going to be so flowery and the decorations super accurate to the books.

Just thinking that Boscha's gonna be there, pretending she doesn't care. Pretending she's only there for the grub.

Then she spots something they got wrong, and shouts it to anyone who'll listen. (She sinks back into her chair her face as red as her hair)

(Because come on, if Boscha can recite a passage seemingly by heart with eyes closed... there's no way she isn't a secret fan)

[baeddelzebub]

Had an amazing time at my brother's wedding!

[superstupendoussims]

rowozy got married

[threefoothobbit]

10 years ago today my husband and I got married!

We also share our anniversary with Wanda and Vision. How cool so that?!

[thedreamcrosser]

Automatic Heritage Chapter 4:

Empty

Haven't read the other chapters? Here are the table of contents:

Chapter 1: Welcome * Chapter 2: Drawn * Chapter 3: Numbers

Soft clicking interrupted the uneasy silence that filled the empty streets. Beryl forced herself to relax, telling herself that silence was a good thing. This meant that Zurks and rogue companions weren't an immediate threat.  Regardless, she did not look forward to meeting either. 

The clicking sped up; she could make out faint beeps now. 

“How long is this going to last?”

Cyan, hunched over a black safe spattered in stickers, looked up from its dimly lit keypad. 

“I have a few more codes that I can try.” Her focus snapped back to the keypad. Leaning from her position on the building nearby Beryl took a look at the slip of paper in her sister's hands. The rolled piece of paper touched the floor

Beryl fought back an exasperated garble, knowing that it would not help her impatience, or be helpful to the guard nearby. The guard was looking her way now, leaning on his makeshift weapon at the border marker. He was probably on edge due to her feet shuffling and scraping the loose concrete under her feet.

“Got it” Cyan declared, swinging the safe door to the side and plunging in to find her prize. The border guard gave her that glare, but she ignored him as she unwrapped some scrunched fabric that had a lot of pockets. She held it up to her waist.

“Score!” She said through hushed speakers “This was totally worth it.” Beryl watched as she put one leg in after the other. Cyan beamed a bit brighter as black cargo pants adorned her body.

“I can take so many art supplies with me now!”

“You horde like a dragon.” Beryl sassed.

Cyan swatted at her twin's poncho. “Think you're so funny don’t yah?”

The two perked up when they heard the guard drone warning beeps at their antics. Hushing up quickly, Cyan turned to Beryl. 

“We better make our way.” She said quieter this time. “We will start where I last placed my marker”

As Cyan made her way Beryl trotted after her, finally happy to be moving. “I finally get to see everything my sister does in this big city. Breaking into abandoned apartments, maybe I will see some of your graffiti projects, and find what has been left behind by humans. I wonder what secrets this place hides?”

Cyan looked over from her map unfolding and saw glitter sparkling on Beryl's face. She gave her a smug grin. “Mostly trash and dead plants”. The dead plants part alarmed Beryl. “But the trash is so worth it,” Cyan added. Cyan stopped to adjust her backpack and looked at the map. “Where do you want to go? My last marker was over there,” she said, pointing to a street. Upon closer inspection, she saw that each door was spray painted over. Each blotch had a hand forming a peace sign shadowed in it. When Beryl looked down at Cyan's hand she did see that it was, in fact, bright blue.

“Have you been making a sweep of the city?” Beryl asked. 

“Left to right, although we don’t have to do it in the way I have been doing if you have other ideas.”

The map in Cyan's hands looked like a bunch of jumbled squares in her eyes, and frankly, Beryl was overwhelmed just by looking at it. Beryl had to ask. 

“You sure you haven’t seen any numbers where you have looked already?”

“Positive.”

“What if we just did a sweep of the outer wall? That way if there are numbers we can follow the alleyway that had the numbers closest to mine.”

“Seems fair”

Unfortunately for the pair, their ventures grew tedious. There seemed to be no numbers anywhere that matched their own. “Maybe it is a serial number?” Cyan asked while avoiding a stray can on the street. 

Beryl groaned defeated, “I really hope not, I don’t want to check every box we see too.” She shuffled her feet lazily while she walked “It would be so tiresome to have these numbers stuck in my head, egging me on for all eternity; but if it is connected to the outside I guess the hunt is worth it.”

“Why do you want to go up to the outside anyway? Cyan said while calmly folding her hands behind her head “We are perfectly fine in here.” This did not surprise Beryl; Cyan was here often and sought this place out as her solitude. She never was one for people.

“I don’t see that. I believe that we deserve better.”

“We do?”

Beryl stopped in her tracks; trying to figure out what would make her say something like that. Cyan turned around to see that her twin was lagging behind. 

“Did I say something wrong?” She asked.

Beryl tried to comprehend why Cyan would not want better. “You do like the idea of sunny days, don’t you?” she asked.

“Yeah, but who knows if the sun is even around?”

“Okay, but you don’t know that.”

“I know I am perfectly fine here.”

“But the sun is good, correct?”

“Where are you getting at?”

Warbling in frustration Beryl threw her hands out. She did not like these ping-pong battles with her sister. “What I am saying is we should strive for what is good. Yes, the city is good for now, but imagine all of the possibilities the outside has!”

“Beryl, I love that you are hopeful, but be realistic. The humans hid in here because the outside was killing them. Don't get yourself killed over this.”

“And here you are, venturing into the dead city looking for art supplies.”

“Hey, art is obtainable!”

“And hopeful, you want more don't…” Beryl froze as she saw Cyan's foot about to kick a can.

“That is enough!” Cyan shouted. 

 Both froze, too afraid to move as the noise from the can crinkled down the street.

“Are we safe?” Beryl asked while slowly leaning on one leg to look behind Cyan. 

Cyan, scanned the area and pulled a baseball bat from her pack. When nothing happened they looked at each other.

 “Did anyone?…” Beryl asked almost shortcircuiting from fear, ”...anything hear that?”

As silence persisted Cyan found courage to speak “N… No, I don’t think so.”

Beryl bounded after the can. “I think it fell downstairs!”

“Beryl don’t…! You don’t know… aw mother of bot!” Cyan followed after her sister. Approaching the wall where the can had been scattered she discovered two trees, who were revealed when she walked closer by the dimly lit planters that held them. Between them, a metal sheet partially covered a significant gap in the ground. Looking around she could see that the area around them was a wide open space just like the elevator courtyard, but a bit longer, with no elevator, and definitely no companions in sight. She pulled off the debris on top of it and lifted the sheet off. Down below was a stairway, leading the way to darkness and some flickering lights.

Cyan only watched as she marveled at her sister's new sudden bravery. After a while of looking at the intimidating entrance, Beryl took one shaken step, along with another one, and kept following the railing down. Cyan thanked herself that she sprayed her sister with WD40 before their venture, otherwise she would have been the world's first and loudest living maraca with all of the shaking coming from her body. Gripping her bat tighter Cyan pulled out a flashlight and lit the way.

At the bottom of the stairs was the cleanest polished stone the two had ever placed their feet on. Sweeping the flashlight they found more potted plants, nice seating, and what seemed to be larger tables to the side. At least it looked like tables. 

Cyan kept her hand on Beryl's shoulder the whole time. Beryl's curiosity got the better of her as she walked closer to the tables, breaking away from Cyan's grip. “What do you think these are?” She said to place her hand on them. 

An alien voice boomed and a blue figure flashed to life. 

“——! What the —— is that” Cyan screamed. Her bat flew from her hands in an automatic swing, fizzling through the light figure.

The figure continued to speak, it sounded a lot like the English noise that Whitney would recite, only this voice was sweeter than noise. Beryl was shaken by the onslaught of sound but held her ground regardless of the fear of the unknown ratting her bolts. As the image of the figure continued to talk its volume toned down and its clarity began to render. Realization hit her. “It's the pretty lady from the pamphlet!”

“What?” Cyan asked, contemplating snatching up her bat. Beryl dug into her poncho pockets and handed the pamphlet to her, eyes fixated on the blue and yellow human the whole time. ‘How was she here?’ she wondered.

“I have heard about holograms, but I have never really found the courage to animate one myself” Cyan almost whispered, “well, never got the hardware.” She began to sweep the flashlight around the room again. “Where do you think we are”

Beryl finally pulled her eyes away. She let her sister take the lead, holding onto her shoulder this time. “Let's find out; there has to be more.”

Making their way to the far end of the room they found pamphlets littering the floor and information boards flickering on as they passed until they stopped at a row of turnstiles. On each side were machines that looked to be the vending kind, except they had very big display cases and looked like they extended behind the wall. Each twin nodded to the other in silent agreement and split their curiosity to each machine. 

“Bags?” Beryl questioned pulling one out, only to see a suitcase be dispensed in its place. She looked in and saw that there were only a few left on a conveyer belt leading into the dark. “Must be a transport for them”

“Do you think…” Cyan began as she walked up to the other vendor. When it lit up, she froze at what she saw. “Beryl, don’t look up.”

Beryl ignored her and stifled a scream when she turned, barely letting out an alarmed beep. Cyan stood in front of a hanging companion. It swayed, limp and lifeless, as she touched it. Looking around its head Beryl saw that it was hanging from a hanging conveyer system, held up by hooks by its armpits and the back of its neck plugged into a port full of wires. Reaching into her bag Cyan pulled out some wires and after pulling out some from the companion she inserted them into the body, and then plugged herself into it.

“Cyan, no! You don’t know who that is!” Beryl warned.

Cyan rolled her eyes as she plugged herself in. Not feeling synchronization she joggled the port a bit and felt a cold shock go through her body. She shivered as code ran through her screen “I only feel emptiness.”

“Oh bot! They're dead!” Beryl cried. 

“They're not dead, you dork!” She hissed. She turned back to the companion's slightly glowing screen “I just don’t think they were ever alive.”

Beryl calmed down a bit “How can that be?”

“Well think about it,” Cyan said unplugging herself. “Companions were originally made to be helpers and well “Companions” for humans, correct?” Beryl nodded to this as Cyan continued “so this is probably where humans picked up new ones for use.”

A question mark formed on Beryl's face “wait, so what does that mean this place is?”

Cyan scraped up a pamphlet off the ground “well, judging that these things look like yours…” she leaned forward to look past the turnstiles. She went quiet as she held her gaze, dropping the pamphlet. Just as Beryl was about to ask what was up, Cyan jumped the barrier. Beryl internally freaked out and followed her, stopping in her tracks at what was on the other side. Cyan looked at Beryl and smiled.

“I think we found your subway.”

Before the two of them were cars that stretched from tunnel end to tunnel end, almost as clean and polished as the tile floors. The doors were ajar, clicking open and closed automatically. Beryl put her hands over her speakers and giggled, vibrating even more with excitement. Cyan slid the car doors open. “And if my theory is correct,” She held the door open to let her sister peer through. A door was seen on the other side of the platform.

“That conveyer belt might continue into that room.”

Beryl stopped her stepings. “More Companions?”

“That or parts,” Cyan pointed out. 

An exclamation point appeared on Beryl's screen. “We can give people in the slums upgrades! Limitless ones!” she bounded through the cars and to the other side. Not missing a beat she opened the door while her sister stood back, baffled that the door was unlocked in the first place. She diminished it quickly when she realized that Beryl was not entering. She ran to see the unimaginable before her.

Beryl barely whispered. “Cyan, is that?”

Cyan's theory was right, they found more empty companions. In fact, a small factory and assembly room full of them. The problem was that while the room was covered top to bottom with machinery and companion components it was also spattered in an orange, clinging slime. It clung to the walls, and as their eyes followed it down they could see it pooled into a pulsating mass on the bottom of the factory floor.  The goo was littered with glowing pustule-like things and small moving orange creatures, scraping away at a companion body on the floor with uncanny mouths and pick-like legs. The companion laid on its back as if lazily reaching for them, half of its body already eaten away. 

The two stood mortified, afraid to make a move. They knew that Zurks ate metal and were a nuisance to infrastructure, but they’d never seen anything like this. The Zurks turned to look at the newcomers, some of them scuttling closer.

Just as one got too close light flashed behind them. They turned to see that the monitors behind them came alive, white words flashing at them:

— > Run! Run! Run! More are coming! Run! < —

Were the computers talking to them?

Their questions were interrupted by squeals and squirms growing in voices. Looking back they saw that underneath a desk was an oozing hole in the wall, and out of it was pouring more of the creatures and that made a beeline toward them. Cyan grabbed Beryl and ran out of the door they came in.

Beryl scrambled to get her feet under her as Cyan pulled her along. Stopping at the subway train, Cyan aggressively threw the door open. “Cyan what can we?…” Beryl squabbled. 

“No time for being quiet! Just book it back home! Move!” Cyan shoved her through the doors and kept pushing her along. Through the turnstiles, Cyan gave Beryl one final push and picked up speed for the holo tables. “Keep moving!” She screamed. 

Beryl glanced back to see Cyan sliding for her bat behind the table, but not long to make sure she made it up the stairs. 

“Keep moving and don’t look back!” Her twin continued to scream. She could hear the clunk of wood and metal on the stone floor as she made it out into the courtyard. Everything in her processors told her to both run and save her sister. 

This was not how she wanted this day to go.

This chapter got inspiration from Mimi's tumbler. I loved their idea of bots synchronizing. I just thought it would be cool if it was used to read other Companions' statuses as well. Maybe in the future, I can play with the idea that they use it for deep connections with friends and lovers, or just to share minds or something...

Also...SUPRISE! DRAMA!

Trying to keep my duck in a row is hard... but I think I am doing a good job at it so far. Let me know if anyone is confused. My lovely husband is now my editor for this project so everyone say thank you to him. I know this is not his fandom but it warms my heart to pieces that he is spending time with me.

Also, I found out today that my love language is words of affirmation. Makes so much sense with how much likes and comments give me a dopamine rush.

[yourblogpostwriter]

Chandrima tumi sudhu amar. . . . .

[spotforme]

i want to marry someone solely to make our batchelor parties a competition that one of us wins afterwards.

like first we settle on a ranking/point system, then we run into the world and, within the time frame, gather as much weird experiences as possible and at the end of it we see who can shock the other more and who has won the competition.

the prize can be whatever, these can also be one or two thing that can be kept as a secret to be brought up anytime later when one wants to claim their prize, at a time like that the other also has to expose their secret trump card. one could get very strategic with it all and i love it i seriously need to marry someone to do this with

[pandoraboxlife]

Ideally, when the temples make a match between two individuals, it usually ends in a happy betrothal and successful marriage. This ideal, is only reached like half the time though.

Most of the family heads nowadays are in a successful relationship with those that the previous Temple of Amor set up several generations ago. Some families hit the jackpot when it came to the matchmaker game. Nolan and Azura Brooks are a prime example of this.

They have a near perfect relationship with one another and all three of their children are in stable, albeit infamous, marriages. Heir Caden Brooks and his wife Amelia have been married for quite a while and have four children together. Their oldest daughter Visha is married to Heir Irbin Moss and they have two kids. Even their youngest, Florence, has been married to the wealthy Bryant Family and has four kids with her husband Oswald.

Their bloodline is secure, family wealthy, and are living their best lives with people they genuinely seem to love.

Amos on the other hand.....yeah. I don't want to dig too deep on that one.

Some say it's a curse placed on them for not taking care of the Temple of Amor as well as they should've. Others say it's a blessing from the god Amor (yeah right but okay).

Either way, Lord and Lady Amos are the only living pair of the family to have a stable relationship with one another and not have cheated on one another.

Their eldest has twelve children from three different women, but this is nothing compared to their youngest's twenty children and of four women, two of which are married. The middle child, strangely turned out to be the best, despite still having two brides and ten children.

Needless to say the only "blessing" they got from this was the near endless amount of political unions they can make from marrying off the ludacris amount of children their sons fathered.

Not all hope is lost though. Sebastian Amos, third in line for the head of house, has been in a steady relationship with his betrothed, Maviette Dazarali, for four years now, despite the age difference. (Still an issue for me but they both seem happy, not like I can go against the words of Amor)

That being said, Major and Minor Families are having the same issues as the Amos Family, though to a lesser extent.

I've mentioned the piece of work known as Seth Zhao before, right? The nineteen year old with a betrothed who he cheats on all the time. Honestly it wouldn't be so bad in my eyes had he'd been more tactful about it. He's young, goodlooking, and famous so of course he's going to sleep around a bit.

But seriously, he could not do it when his fiancee is standing right next to him. Maybe not so publicly with her cousin no less?

Messiah, my sweet angel, if you see this, please, drop his ass.

Did I make this post just to complain about Seth? Yes, yes I did.

[matthewdavidbrown]

Surprised to be married

Dear Jane, today I learned that my roommate is actually my wife. It turns out we got married five years ago. I’m freaking out. What do I do? Surprised to be married of Oxford. Oh, my dear Surprised to be married of Oxford, what a whimsical turn of events! It seems the universe has decided to play a little prank on you, but fear not, for I, the one and only Jane Sillybottom, have some truly…

[karenmilly371]

If you are single and ready for a relationship let try 🥰❤️

[mashedstickykeys]

Mi Casa

The guests are greeted at the door and they look around the new house, taking it all in, as they step inside.

"Well," the owner closes the door and turns to gesture around, "This is it," he places his hands on his hips and takes a deep breathe "The old ball and chain."

[ishidee]

Waiting!