💕 How did they both realize “oh wait, this is actually love”?
🌹 Who fell harder & who fell first?
And for Zea x Emmrich
🌙 Who’s the little spoon & who pretends they hate it but secretly loves it?
💍 Would they ever get married? What would the proposal look like?
Yay, Thank you for the question. More boxing AU stuff
💕How did they both realize “oh wait, this is actually love”?
For Davrin was when Zea punched Saemus. He rarely had people stand up for him. Especially against someone as popular and "famous" as Saemus is. So watching his girl deck someone in front of cameras and hundreds of people. Zea hasn't had that moment yet. It's coming up as part of a thing in a later chapter hehe
🌹Who fell harder & who fell first?
Davrin on both. He was captured the first time he saw her in the ring. He truly fell during the moment mentioned above.
🌙Who’s the little spoon & who pretends they hate it but secretly loves it?
Zea won't admit it but she does like being the little spoon. Especially when Emmrich reaches for her in his sleep and just holds her close Emmrich has no problem being little spoon, he quite likes it.
💍Would they ever get married? What would the proposal look like?
They are currently engaged. If you want, I have linked the chapter of said proposal here but under the cut is the actual scene as it's kinda long.
He pulled her closer, leaving a longing kiss on the back of her neck. Fingers intertwined as she pulled his hand to her lips, returning her own kiss. Their eyes locked when she turned to face him, the hazel in his eyes held tenderness and…sadness? Afraid to ask him for fear she already knew the answer. The next words to leave her lips surprised even her.
“Marry me.”
He shot up, eyes widened, confused and flabbergasted as he stared at her. The pounding of her heart thumped so hard she feared it would burst from her chest.
“Zea. I…”
Without another word he jumped out of bed. His long legs carried him across the room and out the door. Why had she blurted that? Cursing under her breath at her stupidity, she jumped from the bed to chase after him. Needing to apologize for bringing something like that up without having had a proper conversation. Her heart pounded with anxiety. He didn't seem upset, just caught off guard by the sudden proposal...She hoped
Of course she wanted to marry him. With everything that's happened, it was even more uncertain how much time she had left and she wanted what little time was left embraced by him. It was something she had thought about after their second visit to the memorial gardens. The thought cemented itself even more with ever thrust of his hips against her when they consummated behind the lovers statue. Realizing in that moment that she wanted, more than anything, to be his. His wife. The thought had filled her with joyous jubilation.
First she had to fix her poor excuse of a proposal. He deserved better not something blurted out on a whim. Just as she reached the door, he busted back in panting. Little beads of sweet trickled down the side of his face as he combed his fingers through his hair. Thin sliver hairs exposed to the air through the open top button on his silk shirt.
“I…I had hoped to do this under different circumstances and be better prepared.”
In his hand he held out a small green and gold velvet box. A soft gasp as a hand flew to cover her mouth. Eyes shot up to meet the tears that began to pool in his. Vision blurred as her own tears overflowed. He lowered himself in front of her to one knee.
“I confess, I had envisioned a different scene for this occasion. Us amidst the serene atmosphere of the memorial gardens, partaking in the finest wines and treats Nevarra had to offer. I intended to shower you with kisses and words of admiration and how that indomitable spirit of yours captivates my affections.”
Reaching for her hand, she grasped his before he could fully extend his arm. Dropping to her knees, eyes locked with his hazel tears filled eyes.
“I had not grasped how lonely the course my life had taken, until you entered it. You regarded my necromance with respect and understanding that none outside Nevarra has ever done,” Tears broke through, cascading down his cheeks. “Your tolerance of my fear. The strength in your sacrifice, being one who willingly curtailed your own life for the sake of others-”
A single one of his fingers pressed to Zeas lips as she opened her mouth to interrupt him.
“Even if it wasn’t your choice.” A soft smile that reached his eyes caused his crow’s feet to scrunch.
Nodding her head as her eyes casted down. Moving his hand to her chin, gently pushed up until she gazed upon him. Red eyed and filled with warmth and endearment.
“Your quick tongue was always faster than that keen mind. Yet, always able to admit when wrong. I will regret for the rest of my days that unfortunate spat we shared.. Yet, it was in the very moment of your absence that the conviction took root within me.”
Removing the ring from its box, a black band with an emerald stone in the center, little blue stones on each side. Grasping her hand the ring hoovered just over her finger tip.
“You have given me more than I could have ever dreamed in a hundred lifetimes. I once told you ‘come what may, my desire is to spend the rest of my life by your side,’ and I intend to do so. Zea Thorne, would you grant me the honor of becoming my wife?”
Zea stared at him. Every muscle in her body screamed to jump at him. Capture his lips and fuck him sensless. Instead she took a deep breath and nodded her head vigorously.
“Yes, Emmrich. Yes.”
As soon as the ring slipped on her finger she wrapped her arms around his neck, toppling them both over until he was flat on his back. Her mouth collided with his, a hand cupping his tear stricken cheek as his arms snaked around her waist. Tightly embracing her, deepening their kiss.
Their kiss was broken by the curious hiss coming from beside them. She glanced towards Manfred and back to her necromancer, a roguish grin stretched across her face.
“Is that big chair still near the fireplace?”
“Yes?” Puzzled by her question.
“Good.” Getting to her feet, she offered her hand to him to help him up. “I still owe you for this afternoon.” That wicked grin grew even wider. He took her hand getting to his feet and dragged her out of the room with great enthusiasm.
