#chat: cecelia windsor.

[elliotxwindsor]

SELF PARA WHO: Elliot & his older brother, Henry WHAT: A nice little round of fisticuffs WHERE: Cece & Harry’s Wedding Reception WHEN: About halfway through the reception WHY: Because Elliot is a piece of shit 

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All it had taken was a single comment. Elliot did his best to avoid speaking with Henry when he could, which was almost always, but at an event like their sister’s wedding, it was inevitable.

Still, he’d managed to do an alright job of avoiding his prick of a brother most of the evening, along with their parents but after he’d been beckoned for yet another photo (really, how many did Cecelia need to remember tonight by?), he found himself stuck talking with his brother. The future fucking king of bloody England. What an honor it should’ve been, had he not been related to the twat and known him to be a bastard.

They’d been chatting politely (as polite as two people who disdained each other could) when Elliot grabbed another flute of champagne, downing it almost instantly and taking up another as a server walked past. “You don’t want to slow down there, do you?” Elliot pulled a face, hearing the words that Henry didn’t say. You’re just proving us all right. He ignored it, though, scanning the crowd for PJ or some other familiar face. He didn’t need an excuse to walk away mid-sentence from Henry but he felt like being polite and finding a viable one nonetheless. “I know you’re likely to not enjoy yourself this evening, Henry, but some of us want to.”

“Feels a bit like a sham-wedding, don’t you think?”

Elliot felt his shoulders tense as he glared at his older brother, “You might want to shut up while you’re ahead, brother.” He wouldn’t stand for someone shitting on today, unless it was him. Cecelia had been looking forward to today for months and Elliot wasn’t about to let Henry be an ass to their sister. The sister who’d always cared more about Elliot than Henry had. 

“I mean, it’s true, isn’t it?” No one was really listening to their conversation, and if they’d seen the two conversing, they might’ve thought they were just two brothers, enjoying each other’s company, what with the fake smile Henry wore and smirk that hid Elliot’s ire. “She let that man knock her up and felt compelled to marry him. I know she may not care about how it sounds, but she’s not the one hearing what they’re saying about Theo. Accidents don’t make for good royalty, I mean, just look at you–”

He didn’t hear the rest, shoving his brother with enough force to send him into several chairs and it felt amazing. Like pulling the trigger. Releasing the spring. It felt right. Of course, it felt a little less right when Henry came back at him, nearly tackling him to the ground and Elliot couldn’t help the sharp, cynical laughter that bubbled up in him. Perhaps his brother had had plenty to drink, after all. 

He was unable to recall who’d thrown the first punch, all he could remember was his fist connecting with Henry’s face and his brother’s fist connecting with his nose. The tear of fabric wasn’t surprising, considering how they were rolling about on the ground, knocking into wedding guests and tables and chairs. He kicked his brother’s groin with a satisfied, bloody laugh, only to be gasping for air a moment later when Henry elbowed him in the stomach, causing the younger of the two Windsor’s to curl into a ball, absorbing the blow. 

People were shouting and he could hear his father and his grandfather calling for the security guard in the distance. His ears were ringing with adrenaline and rage and he barely registered being pulled apart from Henry as he spewed curses at his brother. His brother’s wife was giving him a horrified look and he couldn’t even find Cecelia in the crowd to register her likely disappointed expression. 

He saw Henry being dragged upright and inspected and wiped some blood from his mouth on the back of his wrinkled sleeve, grimacing at the pull in his abdomen as he did so. Fuck you. He mouthed viciously to Henry who only gave him a disgusted and yet, somehow, smug look. “Can someone please escort my brother to the lavatory –– he’s a bit of a mess and doesn’t have anyone.” Henry stated sharply, as his own wife tended to him, drawing him off from the crowd of onlookers as Elliot gritted his teeth. “Get your fucking hands off of me.” He snapped and yanked his arms from the security guards, shoving his way through the throng of people.

[hvandenbrg-archive]

Date: February 17th, 2020 Place: Disneyworld, Orlando, FL

harry and cecelia were officially husband and wife. and of course, that made a great excuse to take a break from the cold city and travel to sunny florida for an impromptu honeymoon. the idea of disneyworld came as quickly as the idea of the honeymoon did, and once it did, it was settled that it would be more of a little family escapade. they’d pull the children from school, and everything. when the news were revealed, it was a tie between jack and harry when it came to the most excited kid. harry had never been to florida, and for some reason the idea of it excited him more than disneyworld itself. if two years ago anyone had asked him where he saw himself today, the answer he would have given would be nowhere close to where he actually was at the moment. maybe the married part would’ve stayed, but he wouldn’t have sounded as enthusiastic as he did now. he had never seen himself with children — and now he had three. 

the family made their way around the happiest place on earth, and harry was beaming like he never had before. maybe by the end of the trip, he’d have a tan! he held penny in his arms, as suddenly she had decided she hated the stroller. their lives where absolutely hectic as ever, with jack’s broken finger, penny’s toddler-ing, and theo’s baby-ing — but harry loved it. and he absolutely couldn’t believe that he had this life, with cece. who would’ve thought? knowing there were no eyes on them, as everyone in the park was worried with their own entertainment, he slapped his wife’s ass as subtly as he could, for no reason, really. just because he could. “so, mum. where we headed off to? are we gonna try to find the big mouse man?”

( @cwindsr​ )

[hvandenbrg-archive]

for the formality of it, harry kept his red bracelet in his back pocket, but the green one shone proudly on his wrist. he had spent the last couple of minutes making his hair look good, or better at the very least. not having to drive made the situation a lot more interesting, as harry found himself slightly intoxicated at the party. it was so odd to be in a nightclub being considerably older than the usual clientele, but man, was he having a jolly good time. the blond made his way to the bar, where he spotted a lady wearing red, with an ass to die for from the view he had. he slid in between the brunette and what appeared to be a man trying to make a move, ignoring the curse words the other spewed at him. he gave the lady a wide grin, which he quickly erased to attempt a more brooding look. “couldn’t help but notice your bracelet, miss. but your outfit caught my eye from a mile away — red suits you beautifully. can i offer to get you a drink?”

( @cwindsr​ )

[hvandenbrg-archive]

what. a. fucking. day. harry had yet to come down from the adrenaline rush from the workday — his hand trembled lightly as he unlocked the door to the townhouse he shared with cecelia, his legs did as well from walking up the stairs. why? he had never had this issue before. his arm still hurt like hell, but thanks to antonia, he would live to see another day. truth was, he didn’t regret his decision to, um, outsource. although it wasn’t pleasant to actively seek out someone he wasn’t particularly fond on, he still was infinitely grateful they’d helped, when they could’ve just shut the door in his face. 

he had no idea what time it was. based on the lit streetlights, though, he figured it was late... or maybe it wasn’t. short winter days were still happening, so there was some hope he wasn’t actually ridiculously late with a nonfunctional arm. his heart raced still as he entered the home, the hallway lights on, and the living room’s too. puzzled, he walked slowly into the latter, his eyes dilating when his gaze landed on his fiancée. without hesitation, he took a stride towards her, wrapped his good arm around her waist and pulled her into a kiss. “are the children asleep?” he asked softly into her ear, before kissing her cheek. no greeting, no nothing — he went straight to the point. 

(@cwindsr​)