Round 3 - Return of the Meme

[hhanon]

Round 3 - Return of the Meme

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Archiving Prompts and Fills

• To make the archiving job easier, please drop a link to your fill/unprompted fic here at the fills post.
• Nothing here you fancy filling? Take a look at the unfilled prompts archived here or at Round 1 or Round 2.

That's nearly the end of the storia, for onto the scene comes our much loved meme: HAIL TO THE QUEEN OF PROMPTIA.

Comments

Re: Fill: The Prisoner. Richard III/ Henry VII AU NC-17 Warning non con at first. 6

[(Anonymous)]

have to say this fic has really grown on me. great stuff anon x

Re: Fill: The Prisoner. Richard III/ Henry VII AU NC-17 Warning non con at first. 7

[balinese-baby.livejournal.com]

Two days later and they were on the final ride into London. As had been their habit for the last two days Richard was riding behind Henry although today was the first day that he’d tried riding astride the horse. Not that he thought he’d be riding that way the entire day; he was now finding it a trifle uncomfortable and was unsure that he could manage to keep it up. Unfortunately as they neared London, the horses were kicked into a faster pace, Henry wanting to reach the city before the gates were closed at sunset so he had to keep quiet and accept that he would be extremely sore by the time they reached the Tower.

The last two days had been a revelation to him, Henry had treated him with all of the courtesy that would be due to a queen or princess and had made it clear to all of his advisors, lords and knights that they had to do the same. What would happen when they reached London and Henry came up against his mother, the formidable Margaret Beaufort, Richard had no idea, he was certain that she would demand his immediate death, but having seen just how stubborn Henry could be he guessed it would be a close run battle. It would also be nasty, that he was sure of, and he knew that he didn’t want to be present when it took place.

Of course there were also the kisses to think about, he knew he should have been disgusted and should have pulled back when Henry had first kissed him but it had felt right. The kisses had been soft, undemanding and if he was perfectly honest he had felt a slight spark run through him as their lips had met. He hadn’t felt that since before his wife had died, no one had fired his senses like that since then. But Henry had. And it did confuse him. He’d always been taught that a man had to lay with a woman, that a man lying with another man was a sin against God. But if so why had it felt so good, was he committing a sin by enjoying Henry’s kisses.

And they hadn’t been the last ones. Each night they had slept in the same bed and Henry before they settled down to sleep had gently kissed him, soft undemanding things that had done nothing to scare him, but had been a gentle forewarning of what was to come in the future. He knew that Henry would want more, he was a virile man after all, and he would not always be satisfied by sweet kisses. He would expect Richard to yield completely to him, to give him his all. And at the moment he knew that there was no way he could do that, the thought of doing what Lord Stanley had done to him with anyone made him sweat with fear. But somewhere at the back of his mind was the memory of the pleasure that had flooded his body during the act. Maybe if he was with someone he respected and had feelings for he could perhaps learn to accept and enjoy such an act. As long as they didn’t tie him up or blindfold him.

A sudden yell drew him out of his thoughts, not a mile away they could see the City of London, the road leading down to his future life as what? Would Henry bow to his mother’s demands and have him executed, would he spend the rest of his life as a prisoner in the Tower? Or would Henry have his way and have both a Queen and an ex King as his consorts. Richard knew he would find out very soon. And he was surprised to realise that he wasn’t ready to die just yet.

Fill: The Prisoner. Richard III/ Henry VII AU NC-17 Warning non con at first. 8a

[balinese-baby.livejournal.com]

They had been met by a party of soldiers about a quarter of a mile outside the city, the man leading them a lord that Richard knew he should really recognise but at that moment couldn’t place a name to. As both parties halted and the leaders walked their horses up to meet, Richard discreetly pulled his hood up to cover his face, he’d gotten use to doing this whenever they came upon people as Henry deemed it safer for him if people didn’t realise who he was. Richard knew that there would be people who would willingly help him if they knew he was alive, but he now knew deep down that keeping up the war just wasn’t an option. If Henry could keep him safe and alive then he would be happy to stay silent and in the background, he would be quite happy if Henry sent him away to a secluded manor to live out the rest of his life. He had no idea that Henry’s plans included him taking a much more public role.

Deciding it was easier for them to talk on foot Henry waited for Richard to dismount first, the ex King wincing as he slid down from the horse, his knees buckling as his feet hit the ground, a shaft of pain spearing up through him from the ride. Luckily Charles had already dismounted and had come over to aid him down, his arms quickly encircling Richard, keeping him upright and drawing him away from the many interested eyes watching and wanting to know who the stranger riding behind Henry was. The gossip about a mistress riding with the new King had already reached the city and all wanted to see who the lady was. Watching Richard limp away, Henry had to fight down the urge to go to his aid, he could see his physician already making his way to Richard’s side. He silently chastised himself for not thinking about Richard’s comfort on the days ride, he should have realised that sitting astride for too long would be painful for him; he should have insisted on stopping so Richard could change back to a side saddle position. He would make amends once they were safe in the Kings suite at the Tower.

Once the welcoming party had greeted Henry and explained that they would escort him and his party into London, those riders who had dismounted while the meeting took place, now remounted, and one of the squires had removed the saddle pad from behind Henry’s saddle and had placed it on Charles’ horse, the knight remounting before leaning down to clasp Richard’s hand, while the squire gave him a hand boost up to settle side saddle behind him. Once Henry was sure that everyone was ready, they set off, the senior lord in the greeting party riding at his side. The ride into London went without a hitch; although the crowds of people stood on the streets to see their new King enter the city was an unnerving thing for all. Sat on the saddle pad behind Charles, Richard could not help but think back to the last time he’d ridden through the streets with the people cheering him. He didn’t want to feel slightly smug, but the cheers greeting Henry seemed muted to say the least. Privately he wondered if Margaret Beaufort’s rule was already making Henry enemies.

Riding in over the drawbridge at the Tower, Richard couldn’t help but glance up at the tower where his nephews had lived and supposedly met their end at his hands. He knew that they were safe and where they were as did their mother and sisters, but none of them would ever reveal that Edward and Richard were safe in Burgundy with their Aunt. Maybe when they were old enough then they could decide whether they should try and regain the throne, but that would be their decision not his.

Fill: The Prisoner. Richard III/ Henry VII AU NC-17 Warning non con at first. 8b

[balinese-baby.livejournal.com]

Drawing to a halt in front of the King’s Suite, they were met by another welcoming group, this one led by Margaret Beaufort and included his niece, the Lady Elizabeth, the soon to be Queen. Swallowing nervously, Richard watched as Henry dismounted and went to greet his mother, bowing to her before he kissed her hand, a frown crossing Richard’s face as he took in the fact that he didn’t try to hug his mother as Richard or his brothers would have done when his mother was alive. It made him wonder if Henry actually had any emotional feelings for the woman who had given birth to him. Now while Henry greeted Elizabeth, one of the squires helped Richard down from behind Charles, the knight dismounting to take his arm and lead him into the apartments before anyone noticed them. But they didn’t get that far; Margaret Beaufort had heard the rumours and wanted to see who the lady who was sharing her son’s bed was.

She accepted that a man needed a mistress but she needed to see if this lady was of suitable birth to be bedded by the King. Striding over she intercepted Richard and Charles, reaching up to throw back the hood of Richard’s cloak, her jaw dropping when she saw who was stood there, her face darkening with rage before she lifted her hand and slapped Richard across the face. Henry rushed to her side, grabbing her wrist and forcing her to yield ordering Charles to take Richard inside, neither him or his mother noticing that Elizabeth on seeing her uncle had beamed, the happiest smile lighting up her face since the news of her uncle’s death had been given to her. Her future mother-in-law might not want Richard there but to Elizabeth it meant that she had an ally in her battle with the woman who wanted to rule the country through her future husband.