Zephyrinus Delacroix

Take Me To Church

calmly-chaotic-gracie:

She thought it might feel heavier, maybe like literal shackles. But it doesn’t. It feels as comfortable as it always has and she’s relieved by that. “Anywhere with giant steaks because I’m ready to about fifty.”

“Alright. Wife.” He tests the word and finds that he likes it, leading her out and to their car.

Take Me To Church

calmly-chaotic-gracie:

“Nope. We’ve got each other, rings, a dress. I think we’re ready to get married.” It sounded crazy, absolutely bonkers, but all of the butterflies she felt were more excitement than nerves.

_FAST FORWARD_

It doesn’t feel any different, being married. After all is said and done, after they’ve exchanged rings and signed the papers. He stares down at Gracie, officially his wife. “So...where do you want to go for the reception?”

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calmly-chaotic-gracie:

“Bad luck is all bullshit anyway.” Gracie pulls him in and steals another quick kiss before looking at the rings. “They’re perfect, I love them.” They really are both so beautiful, and him finding them definitely lends credence to her previous statement.

“Pretty sure I’m only suppose to be holding on to these while they’re moving but...” He shrugs again. Family heirlooms were meant to be used by family, right? And it’s not like his grandparents didn’t already have enough physical wealth. “Alright, anything else before we go down to the court house?”

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calmly-chaotic-gracie:

“Deal.” Gracie heaves herself off of the couch and goes to the closet, already knowing the dress she’ll wear. Her mum bought it for her as a joke while saying something about a shotgun wedding. It wasn’t serious in the slightest which maybe made it even funnier that she literally was wearing it to get married now. Of course under it she has cozy boot for her sore feet instead of heels, but still. Coming back out, she raises her arms in a showy way. “What do you think?”

“Beautiful.” He automatically says, kissing her soundly, “-except I think It’s suppose to be bad luck that I’m seeing you in it...oh well.” Zeph shrugs lazily, holding out his hand with a smile. On his palm are two rings, his simple and silver lines whilst her is far more eye-catching. “They’re something I found while looking in the loot.” A fond word one might call his hallway closet. Where he had shoved all the boxes his grandfather had sent to him.

Take Me To Church

calmly-chaotic-gracie:

“I just like the idea of being married to you, words I never really thought I’d say, so how we get there doesn’t really matter.” It would take all of the stress off of someone potentially finding out as well which is another bonus in her book.

“Then. Let’s do it. I’ll grab the appointment, you put on a dress and we’ll buy some rings on the way there.”

Take Me To Church

calmly-chaotic-gracie:

“I love you, too, I mean I’d definitely fight a bear for you that’s how much I love you. Bu I would not put up with our families for you and I’m glad we’re in agreement.” Glad and so relieved and reminded just why they work all at once. “We could just…get it done now. I mean it’s easier than being engaged and surname for this little accident would be even easier to deal with without grandparents fighting. Would that be crazy though?”

“We could.” He admits, “I mean, it’s early enough and I know a guy.” Because of course he does. “All we’d have to do is stop by and pick out some rings somewhere.”

Take Me To Church

calmly-chaotic-gracie:

“Agreed, definitely sounds like a good deal to me.” She pulls him in close to kiss him softly, smiling happily despite all the discomfort, it’s not bothering her so much now. “But no big ceremony. Our families are too much. I just want it to be you and me, okay?”

Zeph pulls a face, “God no. No, family.” He instantly agrees, “Could you even imagine how much we’d have to put into just on seating arrangements? No, sorry. I love you very much, but I do not have the energy for that. Ever.”

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calmly-chaotic-gracie:

“You’re not wrong…” Gracie swallows, more than a little taken aback. Truthfully the idea of ever being tied to one person seemed horrifying and pointless. But with Zeph it just seems…easy. “But I’d have to divorce you to get all of that and I don’t think I’d ever wanna do that.”

“So. We just do the first part. We get married.” He breaks out into a soft grin. Pleased with the idea and the fact that his voice didn’t weaver or crack. “-and maybe, if you ever decide you can’t stand my stupid face or whatever, you’re already half way through getting that sweet, sweet alimony.”

Take Me To Church

#chat gracie #he means in alimony but also in cute way lol

calmly-chaotic-gracie:

“Well technically you could run off an have more,” Gracie points out with a grin, “you’re not legally bound to me. But I know how rich your family is and I would totally try to gouge you for child support.” She’s teasing clearly, unable to keep a straight face as she rubs her belly which she swears feels like it’s growing every second.

It’s on the tip of his tongue to continue their little banter, but something makes him pause and replay her words. A bubble of worry comes up his throat, it’s not something they really discussed. Not since the initial finding out of her being knocked up. Zeph grabs her hand and locks their fingers together, “ You’d get a lot more if you were my wife.”

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calmly-chaotic-gracie:

“So our little mistake is turning into an experiment for you?” Gracie questions with a laugh before leaning over just enough to kiss his temple. “Not that I’m not curious about the results, don’t get me wrong.”

“Might be.” He shrugs, “I mean, if I’m only having one. I’m going to be interested in it’s development. Might as well take it to the next step.” If he really thinks on it, he finds he doesn’t mind at all. One kid would be easy enough to learn and handle, to give enough attention without worrying about how it might effect it’s siblings (like his own family).

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calmly-chaotic-gracie:

Gracie was due to pop in a couple of months and quite frankly this baby better be the cutes thing in existence because she’s beyond exhausted. For about the thousandth time since getting pregnant she wondered how her mum had done this a million times. “This is it,” she declares while rolling onto her side, “I’m never having another one. Anyone who does this more than once is in-fucking-sane and needs to have their bloody head checked. ‘cept my mum because I love her even if she is looney.”

Zeph snorts at her, amused but trying not to outright show it. He slumped down from his previous reading position and met her eyes. “That’s fine, if we only have one. I for one would like to see the effects being a single child.”

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juliette-athena-delacroix:

“You are going to be a great father,” Juliette says with absolute confidence. “Both you and Gracie seriously are probably the only ones of all the Greyback’s and Delacroix’s who should even be allowed to procreate.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Sis...but I mean, you wouldn’t be so bad yourself.”

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juliette-athena-delacroix:

“Stressed because of Julius or stressed because of other things?” She questions while taking the strudel out of the oven.

“A mix. I mean, Jules coming home is at the top of the list, but there’s work, and school and oh yeah, impending fatherhood...that’s on there too.”

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juliette-athena-delacroix:

“It’s was just a joke, Zeph.” Juliette reminds with a laugh. “I don’t dig into any of your lives.” Not when hers has been so on blast and in public.

“Sorry, I’m stressed. I have no ability to sense humor any more.”

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juliette-athena-delacroix:”

“Just because you’re normal in obvious ways doesn’t mean you’re not weird.”

He shrugs, “Maybe, but you’re just as weird so why dig?”

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