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balteredsworld · 8 months
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beth harmon + vasily borgov — an illicit affiar, ch 3
❝ it began in moscow when she had him beat. he'd given her his king then, and later pulled her aside. she'd kissed him first, still playing white.
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valeriarts · 4 months
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tacotimewriter · 4 months
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Bethov fic
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Watched The Queen's Gambit and I loved it - and my friend got me on the Beth x Borgov train. Love an intense Russian man.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/52876387/chapters/133747435
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goldcranes · 1 year
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ENDGAME THEORY beth x borgov, the queen's gambit, rated e 11.9k words read here on ao3
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elizavetaborgova · 6 days
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the science of parting
Beth Harmon x Vasily Borgov (The Queen's Gambit)
Rated E | Post-Canon
The first thing he’ll do when he returns to Moscow is to toss his clothes into the wash. The second is to kiss his son and ask if he behaved well for his mother. The third—once Fedya joins his friends in the playground—is to make love to his wife. He has tonight and two more days until then. Enough time to blot out traces of red hair and heaving silk and lipstick-bruised cigarettes.
Chapter 1 on AO3
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hi! can i request a beth harmon x fem reader please? just this sort of sweet moment between them where all the stress from the tournaments and everything that’s been happening melts away and everything is okay because they’re together.
i can never find any good fics of her and i love all the stuff you’ve written so i got really excited when i saw her on your list!
thank you so much!! ❤️
Thank you for requesting beth ❤🥺
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My girl
Beth Harmon x fem!reader, reader is an author
Set before Russia, just a slice of life type fic
Warnings: some swearing
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You drop your keys on the counter, taking your time to slowly toe your shoes off, watching Beth walk into the living room and settle in an armchair.
She'd been a little... distant at dinner, not fully tuned in, in a way you know she'd never be on purpose. The tournament stress is clearly sinking into her.
You turn on the Christmas lights you'd kept up, for months after the holiday season, opting to turn off the ceiling lights and let the fairy light glow filter through the room.
"Beth?"
She turns her head to you as you bend down beside the couch, perching your chin on the sofa arm to look up at her.
"What are you thinking about?" you ask softly.
Beth lets out a breath, shifting and stretching her legs out behind her. "Paris, Borgov, ...losing, and losing like that." She plays idly with your hands as she speaks. "Jolene's money, your money. Benny hating me."
She shakes her head. "I should've just said yes to those Christian funders."
You squeeze her hands. "Beth, it's okay. First of all, Jolene gave you that money out of her own free will. She wants you to go to Russia. And me? I just sold two stories to that publishing agency, remember? The money will come back. And... true friends always come back. So Benny'll be back, just give him time to cool off."
You move up to the armchair, Beth's soft giggle ringing as you huff and squish yourself into the clearly-meant-for-one-person armchair beside her.
"We're going to Russia," you tell her. "And," you drop a kiss on the tip of her nose. "You're gonna rip the board right out from under Borgov's sad little king."
Beth laughs, shaking her head. "I've gotta get through all the other Russians first."
"Fuck 'em. You're gonna take home the whole damn tournament."
She cups your cheek in one hand, tilting your head up to press a kiss to your lips. "Yeah, fuck 'em."
You slide out of her arms, grinning at the pout she gives as you stand up from the armchair. It's your favourite thing, being able to see all the cute little expressions and actions she doesn't show outside.
"I'm coming back," you promise. "I'm making tea."
"You're amazing," she says, smiling at you over the top of the chair.
You smirk. "I know. Music?" The radio crackles to life as you turn it on, recognising an song you know Beth loves, and you grin to yourself as she slowly rises from the armchair.
You sway slightly along with the song beat as you fill the kettle and search for your teabags, watching Beth dance her way towards you, holding up her closed fist as a microphone.
"What- can- make- me- feel this way," she punctuates each word with a dramatic movement.
You grin, knowing what's next.
"My girl..." Beth points her arm straight out at you, singing each harmony. She makes her way into the kitchen, looping an arm over your shoulder and kissing your cheek. "Talkin' 'bout my girl."
"Oh my god, this is boiling water, Beth."
"My girl!"
You shake your head, grinning. She's undeterred. You pour milk in with the tea, and toss in a little spoon of sugar.
Beth reaches out as you pass the cup to her. "Thank you," she says softly, smile crinkling her eyes.
You take a sip from your cup. "Anything for my girl."
You move back into the living room, Beth disappearing off somewhere.
"Y/n!"
You turn and see her holding up your book, which you'd just gotten properly printed.
"Can you read it to me?"
You take the book from her. "Haven't you already read most of it?"
Every chapter you'd write, she'd read. Beth was the first person to see the plot unfolding in your head, storylines stretching out and forming together. You'd sit there, clicking sounds ringing as you typed, and Beth would play chess games against herself as she waited for you to finish the next page.
You pull the paper out of the typewriter, the fresh ink allowed to rest on the table for just a second, before it's snatched up by Beth, eager to read after a new revelation on the previous page.
"Holy shit, Y/n."
"What?"
"That's genius."
You smile. "You think?"
"Yeah..." she trails off, eyes flicking across and down the page as she reads.
"Wait... fuck." She blinks up at you, evidently having finished the page. "What happens after?"
"You know it's gonna take like at least an hour for the next page right?"
Beth huffs. "Can't you just tell me? I know you already planned it out."
"Nope," you say, snorting as she groans into the couch.
Beth flops into the sofa beside you. "I mean, I know the story but I haven't read it all together and finished. Please, Y/n?"
She turns her sweetest expression on you, and you fold immediately.
"Fine, fine, sure," you say, setting down your tea. You settle into the couch, pulling your legs up beside you, then you open the book.
Beth nudges your foot, and you look up. "Thank you," she says. "I love you."
You smile. "Love you too."
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I'm writing the requests a little out of order just getting any of the older ones out first. Short fic today but loved writing the fluff :))))
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More Important Than You Think.
A/N: Another Benny story coming up! I adore him and I found this in my drafts, fixed it up all nice and here she is! ❤️
Pairing: Benny Watts x Reader
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“Yes, put him through.” We heard from over the phone, “You all there? I’ll put her on.”
I smile, draping my arm over Benny’s left shoulder, resting my chin on right, all while side hugging Harry with my free arm. For how long I’ve been stand here, I’m surprised my legs ain’t give out yet.
“Hello?”
“If he goes for the knight, hit him with a king rook pawn.”
“Benny?”
“If he goes for the bishop, do the same thing, but open up your queen file.”
“How do you know?” Beth said whilst laugh, still skeptical.
“It’s in the Times. It’s 7 a.m. here, but we’ve been working on it for three hours.”
“We?” Benny hands the phone to Harry, “Hi, Beth.”
“Hi, Harry.” She said, with a soft chuckle. “Hey, what about me?” I grab the phone, and put it up to my ear. “Hey, B.”
“(Y/N)..” She said, most likely on the verge of tears.
“I’m not that good at chess, but I am good at making snacks, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing, whilst helping the boys.” I said, handing the phone off to Harry, putting a hand on Benny’s shoulder, before walking over to his kitchen area, making a little charcuterie board.
“It’s really nice to hear your voices.”
“Oh, well, hang on.” Harry holds up the phone so Matt, Mike, Hilton and Arthur yelled into the phone, telling her they’re proud of her amongst other things.
It truly almost made me want to cry as I brought, the board to the table, gently setting it near the chess board. Benny’s up in seconds, a gentle hand to my lower back. “What’s wrong? You okay?” I nod.
“Just happy you’re all doing this is all.” I said, with a bit of a sniffle.
“You’re? You are helping too. You said so yourself.” I shake my head.
“I did, but I suck at chess, I only offer snacks and emotional support.” I said, pointing to the board, I just set up on the table.
“Okay, come here.” Benny grabs my hand, bringing me into his room, before closing the door. “That? Whatever you told me out there is bullshit. That is not all you do, and is know for.”
“You’re not just that, you’re a best friend, you’re a singer, a musician..my girlfriend? You’re all that and more. Does none of those things mean anything to you?” I nod stating that, ‘it does,’ in fact mean something to me, wiping my runny nose.
“Come on.” He hugs me tight, rubbing my back, before bringing me back into the living area of his place. “You okay? You alright?” Matt and Mike asked at the same time. I smile and nod, standing behind Benny, placing a hand on his shoulder, “I’m fine.”
After listening to them, give Beth all the different combos and variations of how the match with Borgov could go, for a bit, Benny stood up at some point light himself a cigarette.
I backed up from the guys, and stood next to him. “You think this’ll work?”
“It’s gotta work, if not then all those hours looking over all of his old matches, would be for nothing.” I nod, watching him take another drag of his cigarette, watching the end of it become red as it turned to ash and fell to the floor.
I don’t know what came over me, but once Benny took it out of his mouth, I gently plucked it from out his fingers, and held in between my lips. “I thought you, said you didn’t smoke.” He said, as the smoke left his body through both his mouth and nose.
“I don’t. Curiosity, I guess.” I take a drag and almost immediately start coughing, “And that’s why smoking’s for grownups.”
He took the cigarette back, putting it in between his own lips, patting my back with his free hand, I just responded with a death glare, but he stared ahead at the group running up his phone bill.
“You’re very clingy, you know that?” He admitted.
“Well, shit. Thanks for pointing it out. I’ll be outta your hair then.” I start to leave, but Benny grabbed my arm, pulling me back into his chest.
“I didn’t say I didn’t like it, rook.”
“Oh, but of course. You want everyone to know, just who I got to bed with every night.”
“Damn, right.” He pulled me into a kiss, breathing into it cause the cigarette smoke he was holding in, into my mouth and out my nose.
“But if I catch you smoking again, you and I will have problems.”
Benny laughed, finishing smoking his cigarette, before putting it out, “Yes, ma’am.”
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thefudge · 1 year
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Ok so I first discovered your writing through Beth Harmon and Borgov- which I adore. And your writing is so stunning I stuck around and read some of your rare pairings and WAS SO ENTICED when I saw Shireen Baratheon x Night King because talk about a rare pairing and I just KNEW that because you were writing it, I was going to leave the story haunted by some achingly lovely tale that GRRM would be envious of. And bro it HAUNTS ME. In the best way. It’s was dark and poetic and dreamy and when Shireen finally met her king it felt destined and wondrous. You have a gift. Just wanted to stop by and say so. Oh and currently loving with aching glee and fascination your Aemond x Baela x Rhaena- thoroughly entranced by how it’s unfolding! I’m constantly recommending your fics with abandon ❤️
(Also there’s a good chance I may have already stopped by and raved about you in an ask but my memory is shit lol)
OMG you're too much!!!! thank you!!! i'm SO pleased when someone mentions my shireen/night king fanfic, because i have such a soft spot for that one; it was one of those long oneshots i wrote during the early months of the pandemic and it felt so magical and eerie, i'm so glad it haunts you lol because it haunts me too
thank you so much! <3
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nastasyafilippovnas · 3 years
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THE QUEEN'S GAMBIT 1.04 || 1.07
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lewyn-martell · 3 years
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THE QUEEN’S GAMBIT (2020)
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itscutebookworm · 3 years
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I can't stop giggling watching this scene. That smile and licking the lips, so adorable, hehe!
I just see this:
Borgov: *just licks his lips during the dinner*
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Beth, to herself: Be calm and cool, there is nothing interesting here.
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Inner Beth:
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'😁😁😁
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balteredsworld · 1 year
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beth harmon + vasily borgov — an illicit affiar, ch 2
❝ beth liked to taunt. smoke offered vasily casual obscurity to indulge in her wicked games.
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valeriarts · 2 months
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Beth x Borgov fanart made for the 17th Italian p0rn Fest! 🔥
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kindnessinpain2000 · 2 years
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burns me alive
Summary:
For a moment they’re both silent—unsure of themselves outside the confines of chess and Beth’s kitchen—but he’s older, and more secure, and when he speaks Beth could almost imagine that he’s verging on a smile.
She doesn’t look up to verify that.
A Bethov fic, in which time passes and no-one moves on for good.
Read it here: Ao3, or tap the moodboard!
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nymphastral · 3 years
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personal moodboard for @kinuwan
“They loved each other, but neither would venture to speak thereof; they glared at each other like enemies, and wanted to die of love.” — Heinrich Heine
want one?
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lexingtonyork · 3 years
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𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚢-𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜, 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟽. 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚟𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚟 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐
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