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[hrh-princessanne]

Look at me actually keeping my word…..

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[anneandtim]

A little late gift for the 33rd anniversary of our beloved Princess and her Sailor for the fannedom 😊

It would have been finished yesterday if my writing programme hadn’t decided to pretty randomly fuck the writing up, like suddenly there were sentences that made no sense, so instead of the programme cleaning my writing up, it was the other way around.

Hope you still like it.☺️

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[thiziri]

can I ask you to pass on a message to hrh_princessanne, struuileag, mescarlett, and topsailthorley to post the next chapters of their fics please 🙏🏻

Lucky you, @seud-luachmhor aka struuileag updated her fic! 😍

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60760630/chapters/155224879?view_adult=true

[seud-luachmhor]

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Not to out myself as having lost my mind, but here is a little silly chapter which will, at the very least, pass a few minutes for you on this rainy Monday morning. I'll post chapter two later this evening. ✌🏻

[britanniabay]

For those of you following One Night on Britannia on AO3, all I'll say is today is February 13th!!

In our glorious alternate universe, we all know what happened 41 years ago tonight! 😉🫠

In honor of such event, I decided to wear my "Feelin' Festive" shirt and a pair of double heart earrings to work today. Call me crazy, but I can't help it.

I also wanted to say many thanks to all of your wonderful comments. I am always hesitant about posting any of my writings, but many of you have surprised me that you've continued to read, comment and support my crazy notion! I apologize to @grandmaster-anne and @thiziri for also inciting waves of tears! This story isn't yet finished, as I'm still writing, but I'm also mulling over a few new ideas.

Have a great day! Enjoy February 13th in the alternate universe, and if you're lost reading this, here's a link to the "fannefiction"

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Above is a photo from Cheltenham in 1993. This was referenced in one of the latest chapters. Again, folks, alternate universe. Live a little, laugh a lot, and share the love!

[duchessanon]

A few short story ideas, bb:

Anne, the Olympian, at The Olympics in Montreal

Anne the speed demon lol! Apparently, she drove 93 mph in a 70-mph zone near her home in Gloucestershire, went to court and fined.

Anne's affair with her bodyguard, Mark Cross👀

bb, your version of the private letters between Anne and Sir Tim Laurence, that were obtained by The Sun but never published.

The Fandom rigged the Pulitzers?! Justice for busybody!

Inspired by true events. For the Annedom/fAnnedom xo

One fine morning in 1993, Princess Anne stood in the mirror combing her bouffant for another day of busy engagements. Today she was going to an engagement at a horsey school and decided to wear her full Olympic horsey outfit for the occasion.

Her husband, Timmy appeared behind her with hearts in his eyes. 'Wow, you look fresh out of a trough'

Anne scowled. 'What have I told you about making horsey compliments when you don't understand horses!'

'I'm sorry my beloved' Timmy said mournfully. He really was trying to understand her love of horses and continued to wear his chaps every evening because the sight of them set her nethers in a flutter.

'A trough is what animals drink out of, if I had come out of a trough I'd look like a rat coming out of a sewer!'

Timmy did a sad face but didn't argue with Anne. She was in a bad mood because Fergie had pranced too far and trampled over her cabbage patch.

'If you want to give me a horsey compliment there's many of them!' Anne proceeded for ten minutes listing horsey related compliments starting with 'Your heart is like a Trojan Horse' and ending with 'I could ride you!'

All of a sudden Anne snapped out of her equine reverie and hollered 'oh busybody I'm late! This is your fault for distracting me!!!'

Timmy was startled and tried to help but Anne was out of there and he mused out loud 'like a stallion out of a stable'.

'It's like a horse out of a gate!!!' Anne shouted as she sped away.

On the way to the horsey school, Anne put her foot down and grumbled about the uselessness of men. Just look at her three brothers. She couldn't be late, the family already had a reputation for being lazy, useless, tax money stealing busybodies.

Suddenly a siren started blaring behind her. 'What the shit butt are my escort doing?!' When they levelled up next to her, she suddenly realised this was no royal escort, it was the Pauper Police.

Anne dutifully stopped in a layby and the officer approached her.

'Excuse me, my name is Constable Buthol. Do you realise you were going 93 MPH?'

'Well yes of course I do Constable Butthole, I am Princess Anne and I have an important engagement at the horsey school, and now I'm even more late!!!'

'It's Buthol'

'That's what I said busybody Butthole! Now fine me quickly so I can get on my way'

'That's enough of your insolence, I'm an officer of the law and I am hereby confiscating this vehicle under section 6.9 of the highway code - dangerous driving and abuse of a member of the Pauper Police'

'ASS FLAKES!!!' As Butthole went to fill in the paperwork, Anne quickly used her car radio to call Timmy. 'Timmy I'm in trouble, I know I called you useless but I've been stopped by the Pauper Police for speeding and verbal abuse (snowflakes!) and I must get to the horsey school!'

'You didnt call me useless, my beloved'

'Well it was in my head then! Just hurry up will you, I'm on the road next to the lake. The traffic is too heavy. Bring me my horse!'

Timmy panicked. He couldn't ride a horse well, but what else would get Anne there in time? Suddenly he had a brainwave, his nethers jolted up at his cleverness.

Back on the road, Anne was standing alone after Butthole had taken her car. 'Fucking asshole busybody bitch bastard, and WHERE is Timmy with my horse?'

Just then there was a gigantic splash in the lake behind her. Timmy sat in a speedboat wearing his boaty uniform waving up at her and shouted, 'I can't do horses but I can do boats!'

Anne's nethers and whethers fluttered at her handsome sailor's efforts. She immediately jumped off the road and landed in his arms.

'I wondered if I had been too brusque this morning and you'd given up on me' Anne said as they sped along the lake, narrowly missing Fergie as she performed a solo synchronised swim.

'Never my beloved, wild horses couldn't drag me away from you or your nethers'

'Finally you got one right!' Anne said gleefully. Someone would be getting a roll in the hay tonight.

Fin.

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[sweetmimosafannefic]

hi...

I'm back, I don't know for how long and whether we'll see each other again in the summer, but you have a small gift.

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[princessanneftw]

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!

00:00 hours, 01 January 2000

The orchestra starts to play a very joyous tune. Everyone in the dome erupts into jubilant cheers and starts singing, clapping, and leaping for joy to be a part of this momentous event of entering into the year 2000.

But of course, this night would not be perfect without the traditional new year’s kiss, especially tonight when we can all call it the millennium kiss…

Everyone in dome starts to kiss their loved ones. Letting out all the ecstatic feelings the occasion has brought upon everybody.

A spotlight is shone onto a part of the stands in the dome where very special guests have come to join the celebrations.

The Queen and the Duke of Edinburgh, who are present to celebrate with everyone, shared a peck on each other's cheeks. Such a warm scene which we don’t see very often being displayed to the world.

The Queen’s daughter, Princess Anne and her husband Sir Tim Laurence, were beside them.

Observing his in-laws, he thought the gesture was very charming.

Tim, then, turned towards Anne, who was standing beside him.

Now in front of her, he looked at her darling wife straight in the eyes. Her face was the definition of the word joy.

He gently raises his arms and put both hands on her shoulders and leans in for a peck on her cheek, trying to reciprocate the gentleness and sweetness of the moment he had just seen from his in-laws.

Anne tenderly puts her small hand on his back, while the other on his arm. She closes her eyes as Tim's face was an inch to hers. She felt his smiling lips on her cheek, but her heart and soul seem to shout their desire for more.

She softly whispers into her husband’s ear that was so near her wanting mouth, “On my lips, Love.”

Tim hears his wife’s gentle plea, so he tilts his head very lightly and places his lips on hers.

Happiness oozes from within Anne which made her smile so widely.

Tim’s lips felt all of this.

He pulls her shoulders closer to him, and presses his lips a bit more on hers letting her know how much he loves her and that he feels very lucky to be her husband, before pulling away.

Tim opened his eyes to her wife's beaming and contented face.

Sharing her sentiments, he gently releases Anne’s shoulders and puts his arms down.

Her hand on his very straight back slowly caressing and slipping down. A feeling she is now very familiar with.

With a final look at each other’s loving eyes, they know that they are going to end this night with a bang. (Sorry, I just felt I had to add this line 😅)

I am ending this with my dearest friend’s words: “THEY FUCKED THAT NIGHT!”

Thank you for reading this short one-shot fic 💗

I think it’s only appropriate to first respond with this

And then to say I HAVE FEEEEEEELSSSS 🥹😭

Thank you for this anon. This was such a sweet little read and a nice illustration of the joy that can be seen and almost felt in the above moment, and a lovely read 💖