RICHARD III & ANNE NEVILLE

THE WHITE QUEEN (2013)

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Richard III/Anne Neville Fanfic: Forever My Queen

I am on a total Queen Anne Neville/King Richard III kick right now! I watched "The White Queen" TV series a few years ago, and then in the past couple months, I read about them in the novels "The Virgin Widow" by Anne O'Brien, "The Kingmaker's Daughter" by Philippa Gregory, and "The Sunne in Splendour" by Sharon Kay Penman. So now, of course that means I've written fanfiction about them and posted my first fic about them on AO3:

I also intend to write some more fanfics about them. If you have any fic ideas, feel free to send them my way! :)

A Touch of the Lips

They are married before they have their real kiss. One of the kisses that isn’t quite a peck on a cheek or just graze of the lips. A real, passionate, warmth-flooding-through-the-body kiss. Anne will admit that she doesn’t know what she’s doing. She’s never kissed; the Lancaster boy never kissed her. He did his “duty” and went on about his night. If he was kissing anyone, she would guess, it was his mother. She pushed that thought out of her mind when she felt Richard’s lips go to her neck. She sucked in a breath and moved her head to give him more access. They have backed up to the bed now, both of them already undressed, and fall on it with a small bounce back. Richard knows what he’s doing, but what surprised and increased her desire for him more was the gentleness of it. He was the initiator of the contact but he was paying attention to her reactions, what actions caused her to moan and move closer to his touch and the ones where her body stilled itself or garnered no response other than reaching for him. She is glad, in the depths of her heart, that this is their moment. There is no witness to prove the marriage consummated, no white linen is placed beneath to prove her virginity, which she technically no longer has, no listeners at the doors. This moment is all their own.

— They have been married for six months now, and Anne feels as though this is the happiest she’s ever been, at least since her childhood with her mother, sister, and father in the earlier years. She realizes that has developed a habit, though she doubts it is a bad one. It’s a good one, at least she feels so. Watching Richard sleep and resting on his chest, feeling it slowly rise then fall, rise then fall again, his long beautiful and dark eyelashes falling against his upper cheek. He looks almost angelic. She can hear Izzy teasing her that she can not think to like him. No, sister, I love him. Sunlight beams though the slats of the shutters and she feels stir. She won’t finish waking him though: he can afford to sleep in and waking him would only end this moment of stillness. They are not royal duke and duchess in this bed chamber. They are simply Anne and Richard, Richard and Anne. And she loves that. They don’t have to worry about court, uprisings that need to be quelled, fortunes, and she’s sure she could only add further to that list. She places her head against his chest and listens to his heartbeat as her head moves with the rising and falling of his chest.

She feels his arm rise and grabs onto her head, running through the light brown hair that is free from any braid and hanging loose. She kisses his chest and then his lips, his sweet, sweet lips. “I hope I didn’t wake you, husband.” She says quietly. He smiles at her and kisses her lips. “Are you needed anywhere today?” she asks.

“No. As far as I know at this moment, I am completely free today.”

“Good.” She sounds like an excited child. ”Then I shall keep you prisoner in our bed.” She pulls him in for a kiss before he can protest. “And do not dare mention Court; they are not missing us.” She says against his mouth. “If your brother, King Edward, is understanding of anything, it is a woman who keeps her man in a bed.”

Richard laughs as he wraps his arms against her small frame. He, as always, as a gentle knight, her knight, moves her in a flip so he is above her, and they are now haphazardly on her side of their large bed. “Then I guess I shall be a most agreeable prisoner to my captor.”

Her hands touch his face and she pulls him downward for a kiss. “You are in my keeping.”

— They are still wiping sweat from her forehead even after the baby is out. He is small but it is to be expected because of her, because she herself is small. She hears the baby cry so she knows that it’s alive, which answers one of the questions that is always asked at the birth of a child. Is it healthy? Did it live? She sees the midwife with a wriggling bundle of cloth coming toward. She holds out her arms in order to hold what–no, who–she is being handed. Still, the nurses are wiping her head and neck from the sweat. “Let me see the baby, please.”

“It is a boy, Your Grace,” she midwife says with joy as she hands the baby off to his mother.

“A boy.” She looks at his fingers and then his toes, counting them. He has her eyes but she can tell he will have her husband’s dark hair. They pull a blanket over after removing the bloodied sheets. The main midwife goes to the door, cracking, and whispering to someone.

“You can let him in. Please. I want him here.” She knows that it’s her husband at the door. The woman steps aside at her response. It is customary for women to be churched before returning to society, and some didn’t even want to seen until theirs occurred. Anne was not one of those women. “Richard. Look.” She hold the baby slightly tilted, still rocking him to calm him. “A boy. A little baby boy. A duke.”

Richard looks a mixture of relief and joy. He’s trying to hide all of his emotions but failing miserably. Everyone knows the dangers of childbirth, for both the mother and the child. So, to make it, even the first few hours, he considered it a blessing. He walks over tentatively as though he were a deer in a clearing. “A boy,” he said, heavy emotion in his voice. “A sweet boy.” He is standing over by them both now, and rubs a thumb over his cheek. He kisses Anne’s head where her hairline starts, and he kneels down to look closer at his son. “Anne, thank you.”

“He is small,” she says, rocking the baby.

“He will grow,” he says, finishing her thought.

“He will.”

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when the sunne in splendour gets its own adaptation then you will see. you will all see

"you love me richard, truly?" "i do, perhaps i always have" richard plantagenet & anne neville

the white queen (2013)

I think Richard should lie even more actually

Characters I would have genuinely supported more in pairings with Richard in TWQ than Elizabeth of York:

Joanna of Portugal - for actual history reasons.

Anthony Rivers - based purely on that "we could have raised him together" bit before Anthony's execution (dude sounded so sad and the vibe was very "baby, please, I can change...").

Francis Lovell - on principle, even though he's not in the show.

Margaret Beaufort - her ahistorical marriage proposal created some potentially fucking fascinating scenarios.

What's On My Plate

aka my To Do list, roughly in order

This week:

Love And Honor (House of the Dragon, Royceterling) Chapter 6 definitely wasn't the last chapter, but I'm hoping 8 is, which I just started last night. Yeah, 8 was definitely not the final chapter either, but fingers crossed, 9 is. I'm about to start it. (This is what I get for being a pantser, not a plotter.)

Love And Honor sequel, because it's a duology (if not a series).

Thanksgiving Week:

There's Something About Penelope (Bridgerton, Penthony) I have plans to write Chapter 33 (which had better be the last chapter, do you hear me, brain?) this month. Can you believe it's been a year since I posted Chapter 32? I can.

December:

Chained (Labyrinth, Sareth) I plan to make Chapter 6 a Christmas present for one of my best friends.

Between Me And Home (The Hollow Crown: The Wars of the Roses, Richanne) I want to at least post Chapter 11 before the holidays are over since it's currently set at Christmas.

Soaked (Pride and Prejudice 2005, Marleland) I would love to finish this fic before 2022 is over.

January:

The Heart of the Hand (pre-ASOIAF, Brynsanne) I'd like to have Chapter 19 posted by the end of January. And if GRRM announces the release date for The She-Wolves of Winterfell, I'll know what my fic deadline is.

Destiny (What If...?, CaptainSupreme) I want to have this done before S2 drops, which is "early 2023."

I currently have 69 WIPs. Nice.

The idea of making a “How Could I Ever Know” Richard III and Anne Neville AMV has been in my mind since I was in 8th/9th grade because... I mean... of course it has

richard + anne | the alcott

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the sunne in splendour

To whet my readers' appetites, the brand new cover for Between Me and Home.

The next chapter is coming very soon.

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Okay, so we all make jokes about Finn Wolfhard's character's being in love with their childhood best friends, but have you considered Aneurin Barnard: