#richard iii x anne neville

[aneurins-barnard]

ANEURIN BARNARD as RICHARD and FAYE MARSAY as ANNE NEVILLE THE WHITE QUEEN Episode 6 Love and Death

[felicitykings]

Anne! Oh, God, Anne!

THE WHITE QUEEN (2013) ↳ 1.07 Poison and Malmsey Wine

[erosdoceamargo]

"I have seen the future, and it is all battlefields and broken dreams." - THE SUNNE IN SPLENDOUR by Sharon Kay Penman

[thebluemartini]

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! :)

[pxincessofcolorwriting]

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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[lordbettany]

@vampire-reanimator Moodboard II

[nileqt87]

Made what is undoubtedly the nerdiest fanvid I've ever done (see the end), featuring The White Queen and The White Princess.

[nenenenely]

I have already read all fics of Anne x R3 from ao3. Give me more fics of my favourite emo king!!!!

[reiignonme]

🐗 RICHARD III TAG DROP!!

[ricardian-werewolf]

Fictional men who have the "it's ok to murder but it's never ok to disrespect your wife" energy >>>>

[aneurins-barnard]

Paring - Richard III x Anne Neville Warnings - T Suggestive, No Actual Smut, Fluff, Edouard of Lancaster is a warning even if he's only mentioned, Richard also calls him a bastard but you can bet he's thinking of more.... colourful language Word Count - 1,516 A/N - I do not know what this is, I just needed to get it out. Anyway, a load of fluff. I think it's needed. This fic has not been beta read. It is fluff. Mild, as in the most mildest mild, smut. I cannot express enough how mild it is.

It had only been a day since Anne had finally married her Richard in a quiet, private ceremony at the church of Saint Martin le Grande. A day since he called her “wife” and kissed her softly but chastely in front of the priest.

A day since he had taken her to bed and shown her what pleasures could be found in the marital chambers. Pleasures that Edouard of Lancaster had taken a sick joy in denying her.

Anne had not realised Richard expected her in his chambers that evening. She had departed dinner early wishing to retire after a long day of having her belongings moved to the Palace and packed ready for their journey north. Richard had summoned a maid to escort her as his brother, Edward, called him over to talk.

Anne walked into these chambers, instantly seeing traces of Richard all over. Carved boars, his personal device, adorned the fireplace mantel and bed posts. On the bed spread was an embroidered white boar and the white rose of York. Briefly she wondered who had done such fine work. His desk was littered with scraps of paper and books. So many books and ledgers. 

“My lady?” So distracted as Anne was, she had quite forgotten the maid that had brought her here. “Shall I help you into your nightgown, my lady?”

“Oh, yes, please.”

She turned, allowing the maid to begin undoing the laces of her dress.

As the heavy green velvet fell to the floor, Anne spared a glance at the bed.

Richard’s bed.

It was neatly made, the covers smooth. A servant must have changed the sheets earlier in the day. Had Richard planned for this? For her to come to bed with him tonight?

Anne had not realised that Richard intended to claim his marital rights again. What other reason could he have to have her brought here. He had been so tender and caring the night before. Sweet and gentle. Sure he knew, though, that she may want a little time before they made love again? Did I not say something?

Made love . That’s what he called it. And it had certainly felt that way. His gentle tender touches. The way he had gazed up at her like she was an angel sent from heaven. His hand in hers, the other guiding her hips to move. She had brought herself down to kiss him, and he had tangled that hand in her loose hair. Kissed her neck and murmur soft praises in her ear.

He held her close to his body as she peaked, still whispering his sweet nothings in her ear, calling her “my love,” and “sweetheart.” He held her again in his arms, stroking her hair until she fell asleep, and then when she woke, she was still in his arms, head pillowed on his chest.

A knock at the door snapped Anne out of her reverie. Her maid had already finished helping into her nightgown, and went to open the door. The brief glimpse told Anne that it was not Richard, so she went over to the vanity to begin unbraiding her hair. 

“My lady,” the maid said, reappearing behind her. “A missive from your Lord husband, my lady.”

Anne took the small parchment. “Shall I unbraid your hair, my lady?”

“Oh, yes, please.”

The maid began unbraiding and brushing Anne’s hair and she opened the note and read:

My dear beloved Anne, my brother, the King, has decided to call me to his solar so we may drink and talk of the wonders and perils of marriage. I suppose he thinks as my older brother it is his duty to do so, although I can assure, I have been well introduced to marriage’s wonders, and well prepared for its perils, having watched him and the Queen, and others. I should be back soon ma belle . I love you, my most beloved consort, your Richard

Soon. He would be back soon.

Soon turned out to be a while indeed. The maid finished brushing her hair and left, and Anne climbed into the bed, drawing the curtains around herself. She tucked the sheets up to her chin and closed her eyes wishing for sleep to come.

But it would not, and the door opened, and she heard his deep voice murmuring orders before it shut again.

The sound of rustling and dropping of clothes seemed loud in her ears. Anne closed her eyes tight, hoping to at least appear asleep, even as her mind raced.

Richard approached the bed and parted the curtains. Anne tried to relax again, and he chuckled, at what, she did not know.

Was she perhaps on the wrong side of the bed? Did she have dirt on her face? Her hair, was it knotted, even with all the brushing?

He let the curtain fall again, casting a brief breeze across her face. He walked to the other side. The mattress dipped as he climbed in, and Anne flinched at the cool night air that hit her back when he lifted the blankets.

She felt Richard shuffle closer to her, until her back was pressed against his bare chest.

“I know you’re awake, ma belle ,” he whispered, pressing a few soft kisses on her neck.

Anne sighed tiredly and rolled over to face him. She opened her eyes to him propped up on one arm and smiling at her. She smiled back and angled her head so he could keep kissing her neck. That is what he wanted, right?

But he didn’t return to her neck. She glanced at him, staring at her with his head tilted in amusement. He cupped her cheek with his free hand and bent down to kiss her lips, softly and sweetly.

Then he rolled on his back an tugged Anne to his chest. 

“Richard?” Anne said, puzzled.

“Hmm?”

“Are you not — are we not going to…?”

“Make love?” he finished. Anne smothered a giggle in his chest. She suspected she’d never get used to this. He chuckled too in turn, the movement bouncing her gently. “You can say it, ma belle . We are married, and married people make love ,” he said sensously, bringing her up to kiss him again, deeper this time. When he released her lips, he still held her face in his palm. “You are tired,” he explained. “So am I. I spent all day arguing with George about the Beauchamp estates.”

“But –” she stuttered, “but you had me brought to your champers, and I though–”

“That I wanted to ‘claim my marital rights’ like you told that- that bastard of Lancaster did?”

Anne flinched at his harsh words, tears pooling in her eyes. Edouard was dead . His ghost should not haunt her now.

“Anne?” His voice was gentle now. “Anne, I’m so sorry, I did not mean to speak so harshly. I only meant that I am not like him. I love you-”

“Oh Richard,” - she looked back up at him - “I am the one who should be sory. I should not assume these things. You’re right. It was only that you came to my bed and I thought-” she stopped at he started chuckling again. “What is it?” she said indignantly. They were speaking of serious matters, and he dared to laugh? “What is funny, Richard?”

He cupped her cheek again. “It is my bed, ma belle ,” he said, “and I enjoy having you in it.”

“But I though-” 

“That we would have separate rooms?” She nodded. “No, I liked having you here last night. The last thing I saw before I slept, and the first when I woke. I wish to hold you in my arms at night, to keep you warm and safe. And,” – his face turned serious – “I did not think it wise to leave you alone at night here. Especially not with how vehemently George has opposed out marriage.” Anne nodded understanding. “I feel safer knowing you’re in my arms, and that no-one will try to take you from me.”

“I should have asked you earlier, about our sleeping arrangements.”

Anne smiled, nodding in agreement.

“So, would you, my wife,” – she giggled, knowing what he was doing now – “like to share my bed with me every night of our marriage whether we make love or not?”

“Just to hold each other?

“Just to hold each other.”

Anne fiegned thought for a moment. If last night was any indication, she would not be against being held. In fact, she rather liked it.

“Yes,” she nodded, “on one condition.”

Richard leaned closer. 

“It is our bed now.”

He laughed, his grin lighting up his whole face. Anne swore to herself there that she would make him laugh like this again as often as she could.

“Oh!” he exclaimed. “Is it our bed now?” 

She giggled as he sat up to kiss her.

He fell back to the bed again pulling her with him.

“Good night, sweet Anne.”

“Good night, husband.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead and began stroking her hair.

It did not take her long to fall asleep.

[felicitykings]

1.07 Poison and Malmsey Wine | 1.10 The Final Battle

THE WHITE QUEEN (2013)

[erosdoceamargo]

the childhood sweethearts richanne's moments in the sunne in splendour are so cute, but I was gagged when:

1. anne slept in richard's room and used his favorite blanket while he was away, because she was so afraid that he died she couldn't sleep

2. edward once called anne "dickon's anne".

[thebluemartini]

Richard III/Anne Neville Fanfic Set in the Wizarding World of Harry Potter: A Reigning Enchantment

For the past several months, I've been working on an AU Queen Anne Neville/King Richard III fic. It's a retelling of their courtship set in the Harry Potter universe. 🪄

Summary: As children, Richard York and Anne Neville were the best of friends, but that all changed when they went off to Hogwarts. Now, Richard, a sixth-year Slytherin, has come to realize he wants Anne, a fifth-year Gryffindor, back in his life… and as more than a friend, if she’ll have him. But the course of true love never did run smooth for there are many who seek to thwart their chances at happiness.

It's now posted over on AO3:

[nenenenely]

You'll never found a husband so loyal!!! Wish I could find someone so loyal and faithful

”From the onset of Anne’s fatal illness, not long after Christmas 1484 to her death on Wednesday 16 March 1485, Richard never left the Palace of Westminster, where she lay dying, except for a total of 11 days when he was at Windsor.I would say that there could be no stronger indication than this, that, yes, Richard did love his wife and was loyal to her to the end. He could have gone elsewhere, made his excuses, got away from it all but he didn’t. He stayed with her until the day she died – finally leaving Westminster on Thursday 12 April – never to return. Five months later, he too was dead. Clearly he gave to Anne the loyalty that he was to find so disastrously lacking in others to himself. But then again, this was a man whose motto was “Loyaltie me Lie.”

[medievalandfantasymelee]

THE HOT MEDIEVAL & FANTASY MEN MELEE

SECOND ROUND: 36th Tilt

King Richard III Plantagenet, The White Queen (2013) VS. Will Scarlett, The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938)

Propaganda

King Richard III Plantagenet, The White Queen (2013) Portrayed by: Aneurin Barnard Defeated Opponents: - “Taunting French Guard” [John Cleese], Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1972) - Robin Hood [Richard Todd], The Story of Robin Hood and His Merrie Men (1952)

“These puppy eyes could turn anyone into a Yorkist. "He's so pretty I want to cry".”

Will Scarlett, The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938) Portrayed by: Patrick Knowles Defeated Opponents: - Syrio Forel [Miltos Yerolemou], Game of Thrones (2011-2019) - King Caspian X [Samuel West], BBC’s Prince Caspian and the Voyage of the Dawn Treader (1989)

“Will Scarlett: red Gucci boots. a little lute that he likes to strum. does absolutely nothing relevant to the plot and I think punches a guy, MAYBE once? is otherwise functionally useless. nonviolent king of the twinks. clearly the best character in robin hood (1938)”

Additional Propaganda Under the Cut

Additional Propaganda

For Richard III:

“Beautiful Richard. Were I Anne Neville, I too would have been in love with him from the moment I met him. His voice is like the wind; but a whisper, unless he must needs raise it, and then it is a roar; loud and powerful and terrible. I desire him.”

“He's supposed to be the most villain ever but he's so hot in a wet pathetic way. your kingdom for a horse? no need dicky you can ride me.”

For Will Scarlett:

“Will Scarlett, gorgeous, useless vision in red that you are. Truly the template for the useless vibing Merry Man who does nothing but chill and sing little songs.”

"reasons to vote for will scarlett:

he's useless. he does 0 things that contribute to the story beyond vibes. he is the icon for all of us who would drop into a swashbuckler adventure story and then do nothing besides look fantastic and fuck the hot male lead.

resources are limited and yet for some reason robin hood keeps around a man with 0 backstory, no fighting skills, who wears bright red when they're trying to sneak up on people and reacts to robin actually trying to save lives by looking like this:

"3. he plays the lute. he sings little songs when robin is getting his ass kicked. again, deeply relatable and who we all want to be

4. he is visually linked by wearing scarlet with robin's other main love interest, maid marian, who wears red at the pivotal moment she falls in love with robin hood (will scarlett, already happily esconsed in permanent fuckbuddy status, wears it continually)

"this tournament is full of manly men, heroic men, good and true men. but if we're getting truly hot we need to include some Useless Bastards, and peregrin took can not hold down this important coalition alone."