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gatorbites-imagines · 2 years ago

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Masterlist 2

Emoji Guide

Dark themes = 🖤

Smut = ❤️

Find Masterlist 1 here

Marvel

-Steve Rogers

Steve Rogers and his 200 year old partner who he calls daddy (mild ❤️ mentions)

Steve Rogers and his 200 year old partner, ft Logan Howlett, threesome( ❤️)

Steve Rogers x male reader with a choking kink (mild ❤️)

-Moon knight

The moonboys with a male reader whos a stoic tall history teacher

The moonboys (mainly Steven) watching horror movies with alien male reader

The moonboys with a lover who has C-PTSD

The moonboys with omegaverse, with a beta reader.

Moonboys and Khonshu with a touch starved reader

Moonboys with a summer-like reader

-Namor/kukulkan

“Clipped wings” Part 1 Namor x mutant reader

-Eddie Brock(and venom)

Eddie and Venom with a ftm reader

-Andrew Garfield (tasm) Peter Parker

Peter Parker x deadpool male reader

-Scott Summers

Scott Summers x Mutant male reader where theyre best friends but pine for years (❤️)

-Logan Howlett/Wolverine

Logan x cyclops variant male reader, post deadpool 3

Logan x Gambit variant male reader, with daddy kink (mild ❤️)

Logan being desperate for male reader, ft some consensual somno❤️

Sub Logan being desperate for praise and affection

-Remy Lebeau/The Gambit

Remy Lebeau x sea monster mutant male reader

Remy Lebeau and his Cajun childhood sweetheart.

-Multiple

Logan and Wade having a brat off and sub bottoming for a cable variant male reader ❤️

Scott, Kurt, Remy, Bobby and Logan with a reader that likes to crochet

Spiderverse

-Miguel O’Hara

Miguel O’Hara scent/sweat smut drabble❤️

-Peter B Parker

Peter B Parker with a narcoleptic boyfriend

-Hobie Brown

Hobie Brown with a boyfriend whos a juggalo and a fellow spiderman

Hobie Brown sfw alphabet

Hobie Brown nsfw alphabet ❤️

Hobie Brown x deadpool male reader

Hobie brown x lead guitarist male reader

Hobie Brown x Male reader whos spiderman and the son of Miguel from another dimension

Hobie Brown x insecure male reader

-Pavitr Prabhakar

Pavitr Prabhakar sfw alphabet

-Peter Benjamin Parker/Spidernoir

Spidernoir with a ftm reader

Spidernoir with a lover who keeps touching his web slit/spinnerette ❤️(a little bit)

-Ben Reilly

Ben Reilly is in spider heat and wants nothing more than for you to dominate him ❤️

-Multiple

Miles and Prowler Miles with a black cat reader whos in love with miles, and is dead in earth-42.

Relationship headcanons for Miles Morales, Miguel O'hara and Hobie Brown.

Platonic/parental headcanons for Peter B and Miguel with a spiderman male reader whos very protective

-Bruce Wayne

Bruce Wayne x male reader cuddling and edging, drabble ❤️

Bruce Wayne x male reader, meeting the family

-Dick Grayson

Dick Grayson x male reader whos a dancer and hero

Dick Grayson x powered male reader whos the son of oliver queen

Dick Grayson x clarks son reader, who are hopelessly in love.

Dick Grayson x Rogue doctor male reader

-Jason Todd

Jason having a depressive episode and the reader takes care of him, so he goes into subspace ❤️

Jason todd x older vigilante male reader, part two (little bit of ❤️)

Jason Todd x snobby rich male reader with brat taming ❤️

Jason Todd x ftm reader, going to pride, and Jason beating up a transphobe

Jason Todd x ftm reader, slow mornings with their two cats

-Tim Drake

Tim Drake x ftm reader, ft cuddling and homemade coffee

Tim Drake x flirty son of Trigon male reader, whos a sorcerer vigilante

Tim Drake x autistic male reader, where they mirror eachother, ft the batfams reaction to that

Being Tim Drakes boyfriend and his family is protective of him

Tim Drake x male reader, pulling all nighters and falling asleep

Tim Drake x older male reader

-Damian Wayne

Platonic Damian with a Alien reader who pretty much adopts him

-Wally West

Wally West with an autistic male reader

FTM Wally West x Male reader with Wally being eaten out drabble❤️

-Barry Allen

Barry Allen x cat burglar male reader

Barry Allen x alien male reader whos culture roughhouses

-Eobard Thawne

Eobard Thawne with a male reader whos just a normal guy.

-Roy Harper

Roy Harper with a villain male reader

-Clark Kent/Kal-el

Clark Kent being flirted with by a rich male reader, instead of reader flirting with Lois

Clark Kent with a kryptonian partner, featuring scent kink and kryptonian words ❤️

Clark Kent just needing a good cuddle after a long day

-Conner Kent/Kon-El

Conner Kent with a male reader, featuring kryptonian headcanons ❤️(a little)

Conner Kent with a male reader whos culture is similar to kryptonians and who purrs

Conner Kent with a male reader whos stoic around everyone, but cocky and smug with him

Conner Kent with a male reader whos a clone of plastic man.

-Hal Jordan

Hal Jordan x Red Lantern Czarnian male reader (slight ❤️)

Hal Jordan x male reader, with a scent/musk kink ❤️

-Guy Gardner

Guy Gardner relationship headcanons

Guy Gardner nsfw alphabet ❤️

Guy Gardner trying to top fellow lantern reader, but being dominated ❤️

Guy Gardner being put in subspace by his star sapphire lover, with sounding ❤️

-John Constantine

Constantine nsfw alphabet ❤️

Constantine with a male reader whos like Dean Winchester from Supernatural

Constantine x tattoo artist male reader (mild ❤️)

Constantine x Angel male reader

- Patrick “Eel” O’Brian

Patrick “Eel” O’Brian sfw alphabet

-Harvey Dent/Two-Face

Harvey Dent with a male reader who distracts him during work

Harvey Dent/Two-Face cuddle fluff

-Bane

Bane x FTM reader general headcanons

More Bane x FTM reader fluffy headcanons

-Waylon Jones/Killer Croc

Waylon Jones with his Jessica Rabbit level hot partner (some ❤️)

-Minhkhoa Khan/Ghostmaker

Minhkhoa Khan relationship headcanons

-Multiple

Yandere Jason x speedster male reader x Yandere Dick

Yandere Jason x speedster male reader x Yandere Dick part 2 🖤

Batboys with a villain reader who constantly flirts with them

DC characters and my personal headcanons for them (ethnicity, gender, etc)

Martian Headcanons

Kryptonian Headcanons

Dick grayson x Wally West x male reader

Platonic batfam with a kid reader whos a clone of jason, raised by the Joker

Platonic Batfam with a sick vigilante male reader who wont rest

Invincible

-Nolan Grayson/Omni-man

Nolan Grayson nsfw alphabet ❤️

-Mark Grayson/Invincible

Mark Grayson Yandere Alphabet 🖤

Mark Grayson nsfw Alphabet ❤️

Mark Grayson x constantine-like male reader

-Rex Sloan/Rex Splode

Rex x gcn ftm reader and defending them when they get misgendered

-The Immortal

The Immortal x immortal reader who isnt a hero

-Flaxan leader

Flaxan leader with an anti-hero male reader

-Damien Darkblood

Damien Darkblood x detective male reader, wholesome fluff

-Multiple

Nolan and Allen x small but strong ftm reader

Star Wars

-Anakin Skywalker

Padawan Anakin Skywalker x dark side leaning male reader

Anakin Skywalker x mandalorian reader with cockwarming ❤️

Anakin Skywalker flirting with the reader and making out

-Paz Vizsla

Paz Vizsla x sith male reader, ft Darth Revan and lots of headcanons

Paz Vizsla x ftm reader headcanons

-Din Djarin

Din Djarin adopting a foundling pantoran reader and being a father figure.

FTM Din Djarin getting eaten out in his pilot seat with his armor on ❤️

-Boba Fett

Boba Fett x male reader with gunplay❤️

The Boys

-Billy Butcher

Billy Butcher x male reader whos Homelanders brother

DomBot Billy Butcher x SubTop supe reader ❤️

-Homelander/John Gillman

Homelander x supe male reader whos much more powerful than him ❤️

Homelander dating a ftm reader

Homelander with a partner with self harm scars

-The Deep/Kevin Moskowitz

The Deep x male reader where he gets off just having his gills played with ❤️

-Multiple

A-Train, MM, Frenchie and Hughie as boyfriends, headcanons

Slashers

-Jason Voorhees

Jason with a male reader whos childhood friends who meet again years later

Jason Voorhees nsfw alphabet ❤️

-Chad Martin-Meeks

Chad with a male reader who grew up together and fell in love.

-Billy Lenz

Billy Lenz with somnophilia ❤️(🖤 cuz theres no explicit consent)

-Poly Ghostface

Billy and Stu with a male reader who has anger issues whos tired of being angry

Billy and Stu comforting their lover who has body dysmorphia

-Multiple

Norman, Patrick, Michael, Jason, Brahms, Billy and Stu with an S/O whos as crazy as them without realizing

One Piece

-Donquixote Doflamingo

Doflamingo with a lover whos shorter than him

Yandere Doflamingo with a male reader who gets stockholm syndrome ❤️(🖤 a bit, cuz yandere)

Doflamingo x young adult male reader with back pains

-Sir Crocodile

Ftm Sir Crocodile being fucked into submission by the reader ❤️

-Dracule Mihawk

FTM dracule mihawk x service top male reader ❤️

-Red Haired Shanks

Shanks x martial artist male reader whos love language is physical affection and words of affirmation

-Trafalgar D Water Law

Law being Bratty and being punished by a bigger Zoan fruit male reader ❤️

Law with a tall intimidating male reader who everyone thinks is the top (mild ❤️)

-Vinsmoke/Black Leg Sanji

Sanji being tied up and desperate to touch the reader ❤️

Reader spanking Sanji to let off some steam ❤️

-Roronoa Zoro

Reader punishing/spanking Zoro, but it ends up with them arguing, but making up❤️

-Edward “Whitebeard” Newgate

Whitebeard with a tall male reader whos never been shorter than anyone before ❤️

-Smoker the white hunter

Smoker SFW alphabet

-multiple

Roronoa Zoro and Portgas D Ace and sounding ❤️

Teen Wolf

-Jackson Whittmore

overall Jackson Whittmore nsfw headcanons ❤️

-Scott McCall

Bottom Scott McCall x kanima-werewolf male reader, ft some tailplay ❤️

Rick and Morty

-Rick Sanchez

Yandere Rick Prime headcanons 🖤

Ovetime

-Josiah Nguyen

Yandere Josiah headcanons 🖤

Call of Duty

-Simon “Ghost” Riley

Ghost being secretly married to Soaps brother

Ftm Ghost x male reader smut drabble ❤️

-Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Ftm Gaz x male reader, pussydrunk reader with overstim, drabble ❤️

-Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

Dom rudy headcanons along with a few cute ones ❤️

-Phillip Graves

Graves with a male reader whos gone through a near death experience

Graves with a vampire boyfriend

-Multiple

141 with a male reader who wears a lot of dog tags

Poly Alerudy with a male reader whos childhood best friends and post lovers with Soap

Cod boys with a male reader who wears a mask and has a huge burn scar

Cod boys with a reader who repeats words or phrases they say

Poly alerudy with a short male reader

Alejandro and Graves with a reader who rubs their face against their stubble

Poly alerudy with a tall male reader who is basically a giant cat

Alejandro, Rudy, Graves and Soap with a reader whos create as copying noises

Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, Rudy, and König with a reader whos a famous volleyball player

Alejandro and Rudy with a mute s/o

141 with an autistic reader who makes noises, like meowing and hissing

Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Roach and Graves as pups with petplay❤️

Alejandro and Rudy taking care of their sick and hurt lover

Lookism

-Multiple

Lookism characters with a male reader who has a squishable chest and butt

Barbie (2023)

-Kenneth “Ken” Sean Carson

Ken x male reader drabble, where Ken gives the reader head and has a praise kink ❤️

Stereotypical Ken x Male reader x Pompadour Ken where they compete whos best ❤️

Baldurs Gate 3

-Astarion Ancunín

Astarion with a Bard Tiefling male reader, random headcanons

Fight Club

Jack/The Narrator

Jack x medical staff male reader (drabble, from jacks pov)

-multiple

Tyler Durden and Jack “The narrator” throuple relationship headcanons

Scott Pilgrim Takes off

-Todd Ingram

Helping Todd Ingram get over his crush on Wallace and it leads to make outs.

-Stephen Stills

Stephen Stills x male reader meeting in a club ❤️

My Hero Academia

-Enji Todoroki/Endeavor

Reformed Enji with a hero male reader whos very flirty when they are on patrol

-Katsuki Bakugou

Katsuki being self-conscious about wearing lingerie (mild ❤️)

Omega Katsuki helping his ace Alpha partner through their rut

-Tomura Shigaraki

Pre-war Shigaraki with his lover whos vaguely based off Yaga from JJK and their relationship.

Jujutsu Kaisen

-Nanami Kento

Nanami giving dom/top reader aftercare (mild ❤️)

-Ryomen Sukuna

Chubby heian era/true form sukuna x chubby ftm reader, sweet and cuddly hc

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thebisexualdogdad · 11 months ago

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The blue canary - Thea Queen x Male Lance!reader

*a/n: Laurel didn't die in season 4*

● you had known Thea practically since birth through your older siblings Laurel and Oliver being childhood friends and eventually dating

● you were really close but grew apart at 12 when Oliver and your other sister Sara died in the Queens Gambit ship wreck

● it wasn't until you were 17 and Oliver (and later Sara too) came back that you reconnected

● it's a real slow burn relationship not getting together until you guys were 22 after the whole Damian Darhk fiasco

● by this point Thea has become speedy and you've become the blue canary following in your sister's footsteps

● you already knew your way around a gun thanks to your dad as well as being trained in hand to hand combat by Laurel and Sara

● but your weapon of choice are your blue shurikens

● Laurel and Sara are even more protective of Thea than Oliver is when you tell everyone you're dating

● you expected the whole typical older brother "if you hurt her I'll hurt you" speech from Oliver but instead he's just like "if you ever break her heart those two are the ones you need to be afraid of" he says pointing to Laurel and Sara

● Laurel "he's right you know"

● "Why are you threatening me?? I'm your brother??"

● Sara "yeah but we like Thea better"

● meanwhile there's Quentin "how is it that every single one of my kids has dated a Queen??"

●"it could be worse, I could be dating Oliver instead of Thea"

● Quentin "don't even joke like that Y/N"

● Oliver “Hey I'm right here”

● getting interrupted all the time by your siblings

● even at your apartment they let themselves in with keys you didn't know they had

● you and Thea are busy making out on the couch and Sara just pops in

● "Sara! Knock first!"

● "I come to see my little brother after being gone with the legends for 6 months and this is the welcome I get?"

● one time you joined the legends going back to the 1800's

● as fascinated with the waverider as Thea was she is perfectly fine not time traveling anymore

● "Hey babe, Sara invited me to go on another one of their missions you want to join?"

● "no thanks, I'll stay here in the present with electricity and proper plumbing"

● Thea is much better with a bow and arrow than she is with your shurikens

● she was trying to throw one at your target practice set up in the arrowcave when it flew completely past the target and nearly hit Oliver in the head which he ducked just in time

● "Okay no more shurikens for you speedy"

● "come on Ollie I was so close to actually hitting the target this time!"

● "were you??"

● date nights also getting interrupted when Felicity calls you in to stop ongoing crimes nearby

● “damn and I was really looking forward to dessert too”

● Felicity “please tell me by dessert you mean actual food”

● Thea “well there was definitely going to be whipped cream involved”

● you and Malcolm Merlyn do not get along at all

● “Thea do you really need to date this guy, I expected someone better for my daughter”

● “Merlyn if you don't shut up I'm going to cut off your other hand”

● Thea “do I need to separate you two??”

● it's still awkward doing any sort of PDA in front of Oliver

● you kissed her goodbye before heading out for a mission and Oliver is just glaring at you

● “Y/N and I have been together for two years, I really can't kiss my boyfriend in front of you yet?”

● “nope,” is all he says making a show of picking up his very sharp arrows

● Laurel whispering to you “you're lucky I'm the one who caught you guys in the med bay earlier, if it had been Oliver those arrows would be in your chest right now”

#arrow imagine #thea queen imagine #thea queen x reader #x male reader #headcanons

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redskull199987 · 1 year ago

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Show Masterlist

the Masterlist for all the shows/Series that I write fo

Masterpost

BBC Sherlock :

-Sherlock x fem!reader

Dr. Who:

-11th Doctor x fem!reader

Broadchurch:

-nothing yet

Warehouse 13:

-nothing yet

Supernatural:

-Castiel x fem!reader

-Jack Kline x fem!reader

Criminal Minds:

-nothing yet

Good Omens:

-nothing yet

The Sandman:

-Morpheus x fem!reader

Takin' over the Asylum:

-Morpheus x male!reader

Dead Boy Detectives

-nothing yet

Umbrella Academy:

-Umbrella Academy x gn!reader

The Witcher:

-Cahir x gn!reader

-Cahir x fem!Witcher!reader

-Jaskier x fem!reader

-Eskel x fem!Witcher!reader

Young Royals

-nothing yet

Cobra Kai

-Johnny Lawrence and Daniel LaRusso x male!reader general Dating Headcanons

Heartstopper

-nothing yet

The walking Dead

-Carl Grimes x fem!reader

I am not okay with this:

-nothing yet

American Horror Story:

-nothing yet

Peaky Blinders:

-nothing yet

The artful Dodger :

-nothing yet

Fleabag:

-nothing yet

The Queens Gambit:

-nothing yet

Stranger Things:

-Eddie Munson x fem!reader

The Boys

-nothing yet

Gen V:

-nothing yet

Ragnarok:

-nothing yet

Vikings:

-Ivar the Boneless x gn!reader Part 1

Ivar the Boneless x gn!reader Part 2

-Ivar the Boneless x fem!reader Part 1

Ivar the Boneless x fem!reader Part 2

-Ivar the Boneless x fem!reader

-Ivar the Boneless x gn!reader

-Lagertha x fem!reader

-Ragnar x Lagertha x fem!reader

Arcane

-Silco x gn!reader

-Viktor x gn!reader

Mech Cadets:

-nothing yet

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss:

-nothing yet

The crowded Room

-nothing yet

One Piece live Action

-nothing yet

Paradise City:

-nothing yet

MacGyver (2016):

-nothing yet

Hannibal (2013):

-nothing yet

Avatar:The last Airbender Live Action:

-nothing yet

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6rookie-writer0110 · 1 year ago

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Hi, can you do a male reader x Thea Queen x Sara Lance smut

R is a meta human who has the powers of Gambit and who helped with Team Flash before Flashpoint.

After Flashpoint he’s been working with Team Arrow and started to date Thea in secret, afraid to tell Oliver

So one day after everyone left the bunker beside R and Thea who have been very horny but have been super busy dealing with Criminals and decide to fuck

When Sara walks in and finds them half naked together and Thea blowing R in which they both beg her not to tell Oliver and agrees only if she can join in occasionally in the fun

Ok I will write

#requested

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superpositvecloudshipper · 1 year ago

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Hey guys heres is my request masterlist!!!!!

Lockwood and co:

Lucy x reader

Lockwood x reader

George x reader

Poly lockwood and Lucy x reader

Heartstopper

Nick x reader

Charlie x (only male or gender neutral)reader

Charlie and nick x gender neutral or male reader (reader can be trans like was born biologically female is actually a male for any fics)

Deadlyclass

Marcus lopez arguello x reader

Billy x reader

Petra x reader

Escape room

Ben Miller x reader

Zoey x reader

Poly ben and zoey x reader

Wednesday

Wednesday addams x reader

Tyler galpin x reader

Bianca x reader

Enid x reader

Ajax x reader

Wednesday x tyler x reader

Enid x wednesday x reader

Maze runner

Newt x reader

Thomas x reader

Newt x Thomas x reader

Queens gambit

Benny watts x reader

Beth Harmon x reader

Poly benny and Beth x reader

Teen wolf

-Stiles stilinski x reader

-Scott call x reader

Void Stiles x reader

Stiles x Scott x reader poly

Anyone else's you like from the fandom :)

If I think of anything else I'll add it 😁💜

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sadclearance · 4 years ago

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the cowboy and the vampire

pairing: benny watts x male! vampire! reader

summary: halo by cage the elephant

category: smut(?), songfic

warning(s): sexual content, non-explicit oral sex, knifeplay, nudity

word count: 1311

key:

italicized - song lyrics

"hey there, cowboy," a stranger sends a wink his way as he sits down next to him.

every time i get away

benny was looking for a quiet night at a bar in the country he's to play in, but he doesn't complain.

you find a way to reel me back in

the stranger's alluring, and benny's always up for interesting things.

"benny, actually," he introduces.

"okay, cowboy benny. wanna get outta here?"

"you just sat down," benny raises a brow but downs the rest of his drink anyway, letting the stranger drag him by his hand.

"this your first rodeo?"

"i don't know if you've realized, but cowboy jokes are a real turn off," benny says against his lips as he pushes him until his back hits the door.

"wait--" he pushes him away before he can dive back into the kiss.

"what?" benny backs off. "do you wanna stop?"

"yeah," he nods. "look, benny. you're really hot, but..."

tell me that you love me

benny focuses all of his attention to him and listens very intently.

"i can't do this with you if cowboy jokes are a turn off."

"what?" all concern falls off his face, and he's left in shock. "are you serious?"

hold me tight so we can always be friends

"a hundred percent," he nods in confirmation, patting benny's shoulder. "i think we're better off as friends."

"friends?"

"yeah," he smiles. "see you around, cowboy benny."

he can only stand in shock as the boy leaves the room.

i swear

a boy weaves through the crowded street, hands slipping in pockets, mouth charmingly distracting the unaware victims.

i said it before and i'll say it again

he worms out of the crowd and looks through his finds.

every time i get away

he's smiling at his own capability when a hand pulls him back into a dark alley.

you find a way to pull me back in

"so this is what the great y/n l/n's been up to for the past month," benny smirks when y/n steadies himself enough to look up at him.

why does it take so long

"been longer than that, actually," y/n feigns a brave smile. "how'd you know?"

"an eye for an eye," benny tosses him the wallet that he thought he had lost long ago.

"you--"

"i could tell from the second you took my shirt off," benny says.

"then why didn't you stop me?"

"i wouldn't have had a chance to get that then," benny gestures at his wallet.

"even looking at my i.d.--you're quite the snooper."

"even without it, i would've heard about you eventually. you've made quite the name for yourself."

"you too, chess prodigy benny watts. even made it to the cover of a magazine."

"didn't take you for the chess type."

"i'm not. you're just hot enough to buy a ten cent magazine for."

"not hot enough to finish sleeping with, apparently."

why does it feel so wrong

"the elite cowboy wants to sleep with little old me?" y/n gestures to himself dramatically.

why does it take so long

"took a whole month to find you. would be nice to get an award."

you knew i

"well i can't let the 'youngest genius of the year' go unsatisfied, can i?"

couldn't help myself

y/n gets on his knees.

"here?" benny asks, astounded by the boldness.

i had to lay low

"fuck." benny's head meets the hard brick wall when y/n touches him.

got so high

his fingers pull and harshly tug on h/c strands when he finishes.

couldn't help myself

"we're so far from done," y/n whispers in his ear when he gets back up on his feet. "gotta finish what we couldn't get to last time."

took me by the hand and said remember all the good times we had

the room's dingier than the one before, but benny can hardly notice when cold hands are running up his shirt.

this time, he's the one pushed against the door. he struggles to stabilize himself under the pressure of a palming hand, but when he does, he feels something thin and cold against his neck.

i remember how you took my favorite knife and slipped it under my skin

"did you feel that while i was taking off your shirt this time too?" y/n smiles, adding pressure to both the knife pressing against benny's neck and the hand on his bulge.

"fuck, you got better," benny admits with a laugh.

"i was wondering why you were carrying a knife since the first time we met. cowboys usually carry a gun on their belt, not a knife."

"again with the cowboys?" benny rolls his eyes but smiles nonetheless.

i swear

the smile's replaced by a sinful bite of soft pink lips when y/n daringly drags the knife down his neck, pressing too light to leave any sort of mark but hard enough to make benny hypersensitive to every little touch.

i said it before and i'll say it again

"i told you, benny. we can't do this if you reject my western jokes."

benny doesn't say anything as y/n creates a thin red line on his collarbone.

it stings, and the feeling isn't very pleasant, but the hot tongue that laps at the pooling blood makes him lean into the touch, so he lets y/n drag his knife down the rest of his chest.

he stares nervously as the knife gets closer to his belt.

with one hand, y/n manages to undo benny's belt buckle once more. he lets the jeans pool at his feet as he teases at the idea of dragging the knife down benny's hard cock but instead manhandles him until he falls onto the bed in the middle of the room.

every time i get away

benny immediately flinches when y/n sits on his knees and moves the knife dangerously close to his somehow still erect dick.

you find a way back under my skin

y/n moves around the wetness at benny's tip with the side of the knife. it's cold but safe, but benny's still wary of how y/n can flip it any second.

when he lifts the knife slightly away and turns it slowly, benny wants to escape, but his body just freezes and watches intently, anticipating the next move as if this were a high stakes chess game. actually, no. benny decides that this is way more high stakes than any chess game could ever be.

the knife slides down until it's settled right next to his balls, resting at the place where his legs and crotch meet.

he inhales sharply at the prickly feeling of it cutting into his skin right next to such a sensitive spot.

y/n somewhat noses at his balls as his mouth moves to the spot, sucking harshly.

benny wants to buck his hips to get closer, but he stops himself when he sees that the knife is still held dangerously close to him.

he relaxes when y/n finally puts the knife down on the sheets, but his relief leaves almost instantly when he feels two sharp teeth break the skin of his thigh, fortunately further away from his cock than the knife wound, but still alarmingly close. once deep enough, they're followed with dull teeth in between and a bottom row.

it hurts a lot more than the grazes of his knife, but it feels genuinely pleasurable. whether that be because there's an added warm wetness of y/n's tongue or not, he isn't too sure, but he doesn't really care either.

y/n's eyes meet his, staring into them as he purposefully puts on a show of him draining him for all he was worth.

"thanks for the meal," y/n removes himself and raises his head just a little. enough to show benny the unbelievably attractive sight of y/n licking his sharp bloodstained teeth.

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a/n;

i heard "favorite knife and slipped it under my skin" and immediately went--benny watts! perfect, since i've been wanting to write a fic about benny's knife ever since i watched queen's gambit anyway. even wrote a small 58 word thing i never finished, so it was perfect

then i gave up on following the song immediately after that passed lol

self indulgent 3:43am fic B)

#benny watts #benny watts x male reader #the queen's gambit #the queen's gambit x male reader #x male reader #male reader insert #mlm #male reader #smut #kinda #knifeplay

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deonaenaeh · 2 years ago

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heizou’s jitte – ꒰ GET TO KNOW ME !! ´ˎ˗

1┊about me

💼🔍 – hello i'm deonaeh !! i write and draw ; she/her ; intj 8w9 ; certified heizou simp ; ar 54

i usually make genshin content but i’m also part of many fandoms ;))

➽ dni & reminders

2┊content i write

🖋 fanfictions • headcanons • povs • both sfw and nsfw

genres : fluff • smut • angst • crackfics

➽ masterlist

3┊random

🤎🔍 – ☼ libra sun ; ☾ pisces moon ; ↑ aquarius rising • choleric - melancholic • ambidextrous • dark / light / classic academia • classical pianist and violinist • cabin 6 - athena

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💕🔍 – heizuha ; xingyun ; xiaoyu ; scaramona ; beigguang ; scarazuha ; scaraheizou ; chilumi ; character x reader

💌 note : i am currently not taking requests as i have many ideas at the moment. feel free to send if you have any but i may not immediately write it, unless it gives me ideas for a solid plot line — i will credit you, of course! you can also send requests on my twitter (@DE0NAEH) and ig (@deonaeh) but for now, i am writing for myself.

— i write for male and female characters. i’m currently focused on male characters at the moment but i’ll be feeding my bi and sapphic readers soon !! <33

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lotties-ashwagandha · 3 years ago

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FANDOMS I WRITE FOR + REQUEST RULES

im always open for requests :) it may take a while to get to everyone's but always feel free to send something in!

WHAT I WILL WRITE:

x reader

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smut

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in spanish or english

WHAT I WON’T WRITE:

anything shipping minors with adults (I won’t be aging up any characters either lol)

real people

incest

girl penis

male reader or male characters (i am a lesbian)

gender swaps! i prefer to write characters in the gender they identify as in the original media

(TW) rape, scat kink, piss kink or anything like that. kink wise I tend to be pretty open but I’m not taking a shit on nobody ok

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ted lasso (i only write for rebecca)

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invasion

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bumblesimagines · 4 years ago

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Imagine:

Beth bumping into you, her old high school crush

Request: Yes or No

Beth ran her fingers over the fabric of a dress, a soft hum leaving her. She turned her head, looking over another dress that had caught her eye. Beth turned towards the worker, handing her the dress. The worker added the dress to the stack of clothes she was gonna get. Beth headed towards the upper level of the store, gaze drifting from rack to rack until a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks. The worker behind her blinked.

"Ms. Harmon?" She called out softly. Beth turned her head, scanning the upper level until she saw him. (Y/N) (L/N). He had definitely grown since high school.

"My sister is expecting her third child. Do you have anything that won't be too tight?" Beth cleared her throat, looking at the worker.

"I would like to try those on. Would you get a dressing room for me? I'll be right there." Beth walked towards the young man, head held high while nerves bubbled in her stomach. (Y/N) had been one of her friends in high school before she began to do competitions outside of the state. They lost contact but Beth thought about him constantly. The worker helping (Y/N) noticed Beth, turning towards her and nodding.

"Ms. Harmon." Beth was used to people recognizing her. She returned the nod, meeting (Y/N)'s eyes.

"Beth Harmon.. It's been a while." (Y/N) smiled, dismissing the worker and stepping towards her. Beth returned the smile.

"How have you been?"

"Good, you? Last I heard, you became quite famous. I always had a feeling you'd get big." (Y/N) said, chuckling softly. Beth nodded, gaze drifting downward as she tried calming her nerves.

"Would you like to play a match someday?"

"I'm afraid I'd only embarrass myself." (Y/N) replied, chuckling. Beth laughed softly, shaking her head.

"I can teach you. It's easier than you think." She grinned as (Y/N) hummed, gaze soft and warm.

"Maybe we could catch up? Over some coffee or wine?" (Y/N) tilted his head. Beth licked her lips, nodding.

"I'd love to."

Gifs aren't mine.

#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male reader #the queens gambit #the queens gambit x male reader #the queens gambit x you #the queens gambit x y/n #beth harmon #beth harmon x male reader #beth harmon x reader #beth harmon x you #beth harmon x y/n

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the-fiction-witch · 4 years ago

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Watts

TV SHOW: THE QUEENS GAMBIT COUPLE: BENNY X READER (KINDA) RATING: SAD + SWEET

Writers notes: My brain today : Hu? I wonder what’s benny watt’s backstory? who knows... Lets make him one! that's sad and tragic and kinda adorable... lets do this.

I sat against the harsh plastic chair, my feet against the ice cold stones of the basement floor, the chill coming under the door spreading across the whole apartment, the windows dark rain battering them every so often thunder cracking across the sky, I sat up a little in my chair and moved a piece playing the toughest game I could play, Against myself. I pulled my shirt over me a little more but not wanting to do up another button, it wasn't that cold. I was lost in my own world a while my mind started to wander.

One of the first things I can recall, it was a bright sunny day, the sky blue, the warmth of mid July in full swing, The tall buildings around all shaken and half broken, all the windows taped up, many of them blacked out, The sweet sounds of the radio playing some nice tunes, I was hopping along the tall fence posts jumping from tall wooden post to tall wooden post down the long garden, trying not to fall. I saw the door to next door open, her hair up in a bun, her dress half torn and repaired, the washing basket on her hip, she was shocked but then her face softened as she smiled at me

"Benjamin watts? what are you doing up there?" she laughs

"Playing" I told her

"what are you playing?" she asks coming over

"Frogs"

"Well alright," she laughs putting her basket down by her washing line string, she got her little cloth out her apron pocket giving it a lick and cleaning some dirt off my nose "You be careful Little man"

"I will Mrs Linley" I smiled hopping to the next post

"why don't you go out and play with the other kiddos?"

"There not as fun as playing by myself"

"Why don't you go with little Lilly take her to the park for an ice cream"

"Lilly's boring"

"BENNY!" I heard the harsh male voice yell so I quickly jumped down from the fence seeing him stood looming over the backdoor of the house in his usual suit with his cane, his belt done tight with his knife sat there as usual "Dinner" He says so I nodded heading inside sitting at the table where he set down a bowl of gross smelling soup I instantly turned my nose up at it "Eat it. You're lucky I even feed you" He says muttering to himself as he usually did "Ungrateful little bastard, You know I don't have to. I could have sent you to the poor house with the other kids, not out the goodness of my heart I look after you"

"Then why do you Papa?"

"Because your mother asks it off me." he sighed sitting at the table with his own soup and some bread "We've been over this" He says "I want nothing to do with my daughter, never was my business, and if she wasn't so busy I wouldn't be the one taking care of you, You little bastard"

"What's a bastard Papa?"

"You are a bastard benny. By definition, Maybe you wouldn't be if your mother kept her legs shut and had some idea who your father was" He sighed "if your mother wasn't so busy, taking care of the soldiers I'd leave you with her," he explained "eat your dinner"

"Yes papa" I sighed "when will mummy be back?"

"When the war is over," he says "your mother as much as we have our differences, she does a good job, and an important job. Nurses are usually good girls, your mother… happens to be an exception, but nurses are good girls, you'll marry a nurse one day"

"Will I?"

"Course you will. You'll get a war at your age Benny, you'll meet a lovely nurse, get married and have your own little kiddos" he says "Watts always have nurses"

"What if I don't wanna be a soldier?"

"Then you and your mother are dead to me" he says before the sound of the warning erupted across the city, he stood up and grabbed the bag by the door pushing me out the seat I nodded and ran out the house And into the garden as the sun was setting, he slowing followed as he locked the house up, I ran down to the shelter jumping on my little bed, he followed and locked the door up behind him sitting on his own. It grew terrifyingly quiet as for moments the world sat on the edge “Benny, Play” He ordered clicking his fingers pointing to the little chess board he had set up on the table between the beds, I happily smiled going and playing against him. He would often try to trick me but I always beat him “Good game kid” He cracked a smile shaking my hand

“Can I papa? Can I?” I asked bouncing my on the bed

“Alright, until the raid’s over” he says taking his hat from the side and sitting it on my head “Again?”

“Again” I smiled excitedly setting the board up again,

“But not to many, you need to get to bed”

I sat at the table the chess board set, waiting. It was getting so late now I wonder what was happening, Someone had come to the door before we had began our game I didn’t know why, My grandpa just took them to the other room I could heard talking, arguing even if I tried not to listen.

“Why can’t his father take him?”

“There’s no mention of him anywhere we can’t find him” “Well he has to be somewhere” “Noel. If you don’t keep him. He’ll get swept up with the rest of the kids, There’s hundreds, maybe thousands of them, homeless, lost there families, you know if he goes into the system, he won’t get out till he’s eighteen.”

“I don’t see why I should keep him

“He’s your grandchild” “He’s a bastard! I never much wanted anything to do with my daughter why should I clean up after her mess”

“Because she’s not coming back. Not for him. Not for you. You’re all he has in the world.”

The door opened moments later the woman from the door came over to me touching my hair moving it out of my eyes for me “Hi Benny”

“Hello” I answered not sure what was going on

“Benny, I need you to answer something for me” she smiled moving to her knee

“Okay” I nodded seeing my grandpa stood leaning on the door to the other room

“Would you Like to stay here? In this little house with your grandpa? Or would you like me to take you to a nice place with lots of other children… lots of nice children who, Have lost their mommies too”

I looked to my grandpa and he seemed to be waiting for the answer too, I didn’t know what they wanted from me…

“I would like to stay here with papa”

“Okay sweetheart” she smiled “Then he stays with you”

“What if I said… you’d be better off there Benny?” He asks

“I’d still rather stay”

“Fine. But I hear a word of complaint out your little bastard mouth, one tantrum, one teenage rebellion. You’re going. You choose to stay here with me, and don’t you ever fucking forget it” He warned

“Yes Papa”

“Go to your room” He ordered and I nodded going out the house and out to the little shelter, our house had only ever had one bedroom and there wasn’t much space for me, even so he would rather I sleep out here said I was safer to always sleep in here, were I couldn’t get hurt, My boards sat along the other bed, my trophies lines along the little wall, I shut the little door and got cosy in the little dark shelter.

I sat in the old beaten up pick up listening to the radio on low, I was going over the games of the people I was to play against, running through it all in my head.

“You gonna win?” He asks

“I’m planning on it” “Don’t get cocky.” He warns “worst train in the world cockiness. Gets you into trouble. Don’t write checks with your mouth that your ass can’t cash benny”

“I know,”

“I know you know. Doesn't it mean you shouldn’t listen” He says “You're going out after?”

“No, home. Do some work” “You’ve never gonna met a girl at one of these things” “I know,”

“..... If there’s a boy-” “I’m not Gay Papa” I laughed

“Aren’t you? You're fourteen, how do you know?”

“Because I like girls”

“You’re fourteen. You don’t know what you like. I thought alot like what then I was your age”

“And?”

“And. You shouldn’t set yourself up to fail, I was married when I was not much older then you. Don’t… rush yourself with things is all I’m saying” “Is that why you didn’t wanna be with grandma anymore?”

“Somewhat, there was a lot of things between me and your grandma. Don’t worry about it” He says as he stopped at the little hotel doing the tournament “Hey,” He says stopping me from opening the door “Good luck you little bastard” He laughs putting his hat on my head

“I thought I don’t get it till I win?” I asked fiddling with it

“You’ll win. You’re a Watts, Go on you’ll be late” He says

“Thanks Papa” I smiled

“Go on run along you little bastard”

I tried to force it all away, I didn’t want to think about it. I folded the letter up and left it on the table, the cold chill of the apartment starting to get to me. This place was small, dirty, cold, and depressing but… I liked it. It felt like home, all the years of sitting playing chess in bomb shelters because he was too scared to let me come out, I wish I could have seen him again… I wish we hadn’t lost touch, then again he never liked how I went on from there, much less everything else, I had seen him a few times at key moments but he rarely spoke much, or phoned much, he kinda just… backed off. Knowing I had my own life and my own things, I don’t think he minded, but still. I would have liked to have seen him again.

“Benny?” I heard making me sit up a little seeing y/n stood at the bedroom door dressed for work already in her little blue and white dress, her hair done up in beautiful braids, minimal make up as it would get ruined on her shift anyway “Can you settle him? Else I’ll be late for work” she smiled

“Course I can” I laughed getting up and taking our little baby from her sitting him on my hip “Hey kiddo” I laughed giving his head a kiss trying to make him settle down.

“He won’t stop fussing” she laughs

“Boys do” I shrug

“Ummm… are all watts boys such fussy little monsters?” she laughs

“We are assholes” I sighed

“Umm Have to make sure I have a girl this time then” she smiled tapping her tiny little tummy she wasn’t even a full three months yet, “Are you okay benny?” she asks

“Yeah, I’m fine” I shrug

“Alright, don’t get wrapped up about it okay,” she smiled giving me a hug “Milks in the fridge, I’ll be home for dinner” she smiled giving me a kiss

“See you later darling” I told her

“Love you” she giggled

“Love you too” I laughed giving her an extra kiss, she smiled back and gave his head a kiss too before she got her bag

“You boys have fun” she laughed as she opened the door and hurried off to work, I smiled taking him sitting in his high chair by the table, he liked watching my play chess even if was only just about a year old. He kept making grabby hands towards the side of the table where my hat sat so I laughed picking it up and sitting it on his head even if it was miles too big for him

“It’s okay luke. You’ll grow into it” I laughed “But you're not having it properly, till you win. That's the rules, same for you as it was for me. Hey. You’re a watts. And that's the one thing no one can ever take away from you” I told him

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love-dreams · 4 years ago

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pairing: hoshi x fem!reader

content: based off of the netflix show, the queen’s gambit, with different character names; drug abuse and overdose; lots of chess terms

wc: 3454

note: I FREAKING LOVE THIS NETFLIX SHOWWW!! this is a character study i’m trying to do to make my female y/ns less.. idk meek? wimpy? it’s such a writing pet peeve of mine and i absolutely loved beth harmon’s character so here it is :))

the queen’s gambit masterlist: 1 2

It was quiet in the orphanage basement. With the exception of the dull thumping of childrens’ feet on the basement’s ceiling. Pensive, and tense, the air felt pregnant with strain.

Your eyes flitted back and forth, from black to white and then back again. They went over the ridges of the standing pieces, and down the curves until it met the checkered board. A criss-crossing maze full of infinite possibilities for strategy.

Finally, your delicate, little fingers wrapped around the stem of your rook, pushing it so it slid all the way across the board.

“Check,” came your raspy voice.

The janitor’s bald forehead creased into more folds, and he raised up a finger to push up the frame of his glasses. “Not anymore.” His voice was rough, like gravel scraping against concrete.

The young girl’s brows furrowed, “Wait, how can you do that? You never taught me-”

The buff man stood up suddenly, interrupting her rhetoric. “That’ll be for next time. Clean up the board now and get to class.”

“Wait-” you stuttered, feeling confused and cheated, but Mr. Lee's back was already turned on you, already moving in between the aisles of paint. You sighed, letting her gaze brush over the stationery pieces on the chess board once more, before sweeping all of them off into a velvet bag.

The school bell rang shrilly.

Soonyoung liked to win. Even at the young age of five, he liked crushing his opponents with a gummy smile on his face and curved crescent eyes.

They called him lots of names: the best chess player in the country since Yoon Jeonghan, the chess champion, etc.

But he figured he liked the title “Innocent Tiger of the Chessboard.” Soonyoung thought it made him sound powerful and glorious. He used the name “Hoshi” a lot after the Times magazine coined him that way.

“You’re all a bunch of-”

A girl, whom you did not know, was getting dragged from the cafeteria. A teacher yanked her forward by her long, curly afro harshly. One hand held the girl’s hair, and the other hand, you barely noticed, was holding a yellow-tinted soap bar.

You walked into the cafeteria, naturally standing at the back of a long line of orphaned girls. She moved forward, hesitantly, taking the spot in line from the previous girl. You looked up at the male vendor with large, unblinking eyes, expectantly. His eyes held a glint of remembrance, and slid a small, white paper cup toward you.

Your fingers reached into the small cup and grabbed the object inside. Small, oval shaped pills rested at the bottom of the paper cup.

“Ooh, those ones are best saved for the night. Don’t take ‘em all at once, either. Save ‘em.” You turned around. It was the black girl from before. “My name’s Ruth, by the way. You’re new here, right?” Ruth’s voice was sultry and teasing; her brown, chocolate eyes hid a twinkle of mischief that you could already tell made her a troublemaker. She had her own matching green pill in between her large hands. “You’ll see what I mean.”

Then, she walked right back into the cafeteria with the other girls.

The room where you slept was also occupied by the dozens of other girls in the orphanage. It had large windows with thin curtains, and stone ceilings and floors. The beds were identical with small dressers on the side of them.

Because the curtains were thin, they didn’t do much to keep the silver beams of moonlight from filtering into the room and onto the beds.

Your eyes were wide open, staring at the green pill twirling in between your fingers. You debated yourself internally for a few moments, before swallowing it in one gulp. Your eyes felt heavy with sleep, but your mind was as light as feather, swirling and swirling with thoughts. You finally cemented on one event in her day, zeroing in and latching onto it with no mercy.

The chess game with the orphanage janitor.

As the event seeped into the cracks of your skull, your eyelids slowly opened until you were faced with the dark, blank ceiling above you.

A spot appeared. Then another right beside it.

Then two more around those, and then more and more and more. They were alternating spots, some dark and some light.

You gasped, pushing herself to a seated position.

It was a chessboard.

The pieces slowly materialized on the ceiling. You could make out the distinct shapes of the king, the rook, and the many other pieces that she didn’t know the names of. You knew of the pawn, pieces with a rounded sphere as its head. Mr. Lee had taught you about them the first day she played chess with him.

“The opening,” he had called it. “Openings are the first moves of the game. Learn some.”

The pieces flickered on the board, teleporting from place to place, mimicking a real chess game.

You almost overslept for breakfast the next morning.

The teacher paused for a moment in her lecture, her hand moving automatically toward the chalk erasure. Her fingers brushed metal and her eyes saw an absent seat.

“Check.”

A piece moved.

You let out a breath.

“Checkmate.”

Mr. Lee leaned back in his chair, his arms crossing over his bloated stomach. He said nothing, instead pulling out a rectangular box from his back pocket.

“I know all the pieces now.” You stood up, your arms bracing yourself against the table. “And how they move.”

Again, he refused to answer. His muscled, long fingers nimbly hooked under the latch on the cigarette box. You watched as Mr. Lee lit the cigarette and turned away.

Your internal question remained unanswered.

“Tomorrow,” he finally replied. “Tomorrow, I’ll properly teach you how to play.”

Your breath hitched in excitement, “Really? You’ll teach me-”

“You should learn the Sicilian Defense,” came his gruff voice. His back remained turned on her. You stood as well, seriousness filling the gap between the two of you.

Mr. Lee finally turned.

“To tell you the truth of it, child…” His lips curved upward. “You’re astounding.”

It was the national championship. Reporters and news outlets were crawling around everywhere, shoving their microphones into every chess player’s face. Soonyoung smirked in amusement, letting his gaze drop back down onto the chessboard in front of him.

“Oh, you moved already?”

Chan huffed, “It’s been two minutes, you’re gonna run out of time at this point.”

Soonyoung chuckled, sliding a piece away from him. His aura remained confident and unsettled by Chan’s warning. “I’d be more worried about yourself, brother.”

Chan’s eyebrows furrowed as he analyzed the board. At first glance, he noticed nothing out of the ordinary. All of his pieces were set in motion and Soonyoung-

His eyes snapped open. Soonyoung was already one step ahead of him. Except this step was a mile in front and already at the finish line.

“H-how did you-” he stuttered in disbelief.

Soonyoung interrupted Chan, “Next move is Anderssen’s mate.” His eyes held a small twinkle of triumph, but anyone who had played Soonyoung before knew that he was never truly surprised about the outcomes of games he played.

Chan let his head hang low in defeat. “Alright, then.” His hand reached up to knock over the long column of his King. “You win.”

A crooked grin spread across the face of the young champion.

“Don’t worry!” He smirked. “You’ll always have next time.”

You had been falling behind in math class. You hardly ever paid attention when you were in class, and when you were out, math was hardly even at the back of your mind. Mr. Lee had gifted you a book to read called Modern Chess Openings. Soon enough, you had mastered not only all of the openings in the book, but also the art of hiding a book under your desk and reading.

One day, Mr. Lee had a visitor in the basement. Another man, leaner and taller than the janitor. He was dressed formally and wore a hat.

“Beth,” Mr. Lee greeted her. “This is Mr. Choi. He’s a representative of the chess club I play at.”

You stared at the stranger, unmoving and unresponsive.

“Hello, (Y/N),” he said, smiling. Mr. Choi was a friendly looking man, youthful too. “Would you care for a game of chess?” He took the chair next to Mr. Lee, long fingers already moving the pieces to their correct positions. His poise was confident and his eyes were shrewd. A completely different player from Mr. Lee was in front of you.

You won in three moves after the opening. Quick and precise, with no room for error. Mr. Lee looked on from the side of the table. His face showed neither surprise nor pride, but his eyebrows stayed furrowed.

“Well,” Mr. Choi raised his gaze from the board, turning his head toward the elder janitor. “She’s exactly how you described, Jihoon. I’m certainly impressed.” You waited patiently, unaware of the relationship between the two men. He turned his attention to the young girl in front of him. “(Y/N), how old are you?”

You answered mechanically, without any hesitation. You remained unfazed, an almost bored tone in your voice. “Nine years old, sir.”

Mr. Choi leaned back in his chair. “Nine years old, huh,” he echoed in disbelief. “That’s amazing. Say,” Mr. Choi reached down beside him. “(Y/N), would you be interested in competing against some other people?” He straightened himself, this time holding something in his hands. “I run a chess club at a high school near here, and I’d love to have you come play with us.”

You stared at him, shock and curiosity filling your gaping mouth. “Me?”

Mr. Choi chuckled, finally bringing up the object in his hands for her to see. “You can think about it for awhile, I’ll also be in contact with your headmistress. In the meantime, here’s a prize for your win. Nine year old girls like dolls, right?”

Your mouth refused to answer. You looked helplessly at Mr. Lee, but his gaze was fixated on the ending board pieces.

“Well then,” Mr. Choi breathed. “I’ll be off.”

You watched as he grabbed his leather briefcase and his hat, then strode straight in between the shelves and up the wooden, creaky stairs. Then, you turned your attention to the doll in front of you.

You hesitantly grabbed the plastic body, running your thumbs over the cheap polyester clothes.

Then, you promptly threw it in the trash.

The next time you saw Mr. Choi was not in the cold basement, but instead, in the headmaster’s office. The headmaster was a bitter woman with strict ideals that were brittle and unbending. You had only met her once, and you had hoped that they would never come so close again.

“Well, Miss (Y/N). Is what Mr. Choi telling me true?” Her wintry voice chilled you down to the bone, leaving your head numb and you palms overheating. Without waiting for a response, Headmaster Kim turned her attention back to Mr. Choi. “Mr. Choi, we appreciate the offer and would love for the orphanage’s many talented students to compete with others, but going to a school by herself? I worry for the child.”

Mr. Choi nods, compromising with a soft tone, “Of course, I will be with her at all times.”

“Hm,” the headmaster pondered. “I’d rather her go with another girl actually.”

He relented immediately. “Absolutely.”

The Headmaster stood up from her seat. “Well then, it’s decided. Young (Y/N) will be accompanied by a fellow student from the orphanage.”

Mr. Choi complied calmly, leaving without another comment. Quietly and rapidly just like the first time you had met him. Your nerves spread out like spindly branches of a tree, bumping against each other until it filled the entire room.

“(Y/N)?”

It was only until the Headmaster called your name that you realized your gaze had dropped to the floor.

“You’ve been playing chess in the basement, I hear.” There was a pause, and you quickly recognized that the woman expected a response. You dipped her head slightly into a nod of acknowledgement. “I must say, playing chess in the basement is highly irregular.” Your heart rate jerked upward. Would the Headmaster forbid you from playing chess? A sense of dread pricked her heart. “Ask Mr. Jun for a chess board from the game closet, I’m sure we have one or two. You can play out in the open from now on.”

A wave of relief crashed over you. “Really?”

The Headmaster dismissed you, “It’s lunch time now. Hurry back to the cafeteria, Miss (Y/N).”

You left without any refusal, your steps hurried and rushed as your shoes clicked against the cement floors.

The cafeteria had its usual vibrations of friendly chatter, and the line to the pill vendor was just as long as the day she arrived. Inching closer and closer to the vendor, you buzzed with anticipation for your daily collection of green pills.

The man slid the snow paper cup toward you, and habitually, you looked inside for the strange green pill among the scarlet ones.

It wasn’t there.

“Where’s the green pill?” you asked, bewildered.

The vendor sighed, clearly annoyed and frustrated with you. His voice was thin and gruff, an unattractive timbre. “New state laws, kid. No more tranquilizers. Now move on, more people waitin’ behind you.”

You furrowed your brow, but moved aside regardless.

That night, you counted the leftover tranquilizers you had saved up. There were only five left. You’d have to ration them and not take them frivolously.

The ceiling remained a blank canvas without its usual checkered illusion projected.

“Chess is getting kind of boring,” Soonyoung noted one day. He was 18 at the time.

Chan glared at him from his peripheral vision. “God damn it, Kwon. Maybe you need to get a life or something.”

He laughed, sweeping the plastic chess pieces off the wooden board. “Are you suggesting a get laid, or that I go on a date? Because both are well within reach.”

Chan grinned cruelly, “Like hell they are. The only thing you’ll ever love more than yourself is chess. As if a girl could even compare.”

Soonyoung rubbed at his nape sheepishly. “Maybe if she was a girl who played chess..”

“Well then you’d just see her as another bad player who couldn’t beat you.”

“Jesus, Chan. Way to make a guy feel motivated,” he sighed. “I guess I’ll just have a steamy date with my chess books instead.”

Chan huffed in annoyance and turned his attention away from the other male.

The drugs didn’t last you until the chess match and you began to feel the effects of it. Or rather, the effects of not having them. You mind would wander during class and you felt sluggish and tired. Ruth noticed.

“What’s going on, cracker? You don’t look so slick.”

It was true. Your hair was unkempt, your eyes were sunken and bruised from insomnia, and you no longer had the energy to hold up a conversation. Ruth sighed and moved closer so that your elbows were brushed up against each other. “It’s because of those green pills, ain’t it?” When you didn’t respond, Ruth huffed. “Alright then, I was gonna help you out with that by sharin’ some of mine, but if you’re gonna be so rude, then I guess I won’t!”

Your head snapped up. “You still have some?” you whispered.

Ruth smirked, her large lips parting to reveal bright white teeth. “Sure I do! Started savin’ these babies up a long time before you did.”

“Can I have some?” you hesitantly asked, your voice was low and soft. It was only a day before the chess game with the high school team and you were slowly going psychotic without the tranquilizers’ help.

Ruth denied you a verbal cue and instead, moved closer to slip two pills into your dress’s pocket.

It was your first time leaving the orphanage ever since you entered through the black, metal gates. Thus, when you, accompanied by Jamie Park, ambled through the high school halls, along with Mr. Choi, you were noticeably a little startled. It was noisy, crowded and ever so chaotic. Kids of all sizes were ravaging the school, lockers were haphazardly open and some closed, there was no sense of the eerie order at the Methuen Home orphanage.

You found that you didn’t mind the disarray much after all.

Mr. Choi led the duo into an empty classroom filled with desks that had been arranged into a circle. Only a few kids lingered in the room. You could count the amount of girls with your fingers. He directed you and Jamie toward the edge of the room.

The pair watched as student after student filed into the room in a steady stream of people, like tap water flowing out until only the last few drops fell.

Mr. Choi stood in the middle of the classroom and spread his arms dramatically. “Welcome, everyone! Today we have a very special guest,” he announced. Mr. Choi motioned toward you. Feeling compelled, you shyly stood and walked forward. “This is Miss (Y/N). You all will be playing a simultaneous against her!” He paused. “Please take your places.”

The students shuffled amongst themselves, the sound of feet thundering crescendo-ed until all of the seats were filled. You looked around at all of the male students seated in front of chess boards, a somber expression pasted on each of their faces. Some even had smirks. You looked up at Mr. Choi, who had a smile on his face.

“Mr. Choi?” you questioned.

He nodded, ushering toward the first board from clockwise motion.

You stepped forward in front of the first board and looked down at the colored pieces in front of her. You took a deep breath, then moved the first piece.

It took only eighty minutes to win every single board, even the high school’s best chess player.

When you returned to Methuen, you first celebrated with Mr. Lee. The janitor had prepared a small treat for you when you returned. To the normal eye, Mr. Lee looked neutral and maybe even a little irritated, but to you, the pride in his eyes were as clear as the squares on the chessboard.

“Honestly, I was most surprised about how bad they are. I mean, they made the most basic mistakes.” You paused to swallow a lump of dark chocolate. “Doubled pawns, queen trades, all of that. It was honestly kinda embarrassing to play against them.”

Mr. Lee didn’t interject your rant, watching as brown spread across your lips to your cheeks. He handed you a napkin and stayed quiet.

“Well,” you stood up, straightening our your skirt. “I’m off now.” The janitor nodded, eyes fixated on the chess pieces on the board as if they were moving by themselves. You looked down at the board and a question naturally floated to the top of her mind. “When’re you going to teach me end game, Mr. Lee?”

Mr. Lee looked up at the nine year old.

“Soon.”

Soonyoung was only 10 when he won his state championship. He won the country’s championship when he was 14.

He lost it when he was 23.

You ran out of the green pills in a day after the chess tournament. Once again, your body was thrown into withdrawal. It felt like a constant yearning for water. Every single day your gaze would linger on the glass jugs of pills behind the windowed divider. It became tantalizing. Each night you would salivate at the thought of breaking in and shoveling those pills into your mouth. It was a heavenly dream that nudged you closer and closer to reality.

It was during class that you found herself passing the open door of the cafeteria. The cafeteria room was a desert and the oasis was straight in front of your very own eyes. Self-control was a feeble wall that disintegrated under the wave of pent up yearning.

Your fingers trembled as you undid the lock, yanking it off and sliding over the divider. It was too easy.

Your heart pounded against the confines of her chest. The adrenaline rushed through your veins and your vision quickly became dizzy.

The second your fingers reached the pills, you were gone.

All those nights of dreams finally came true. You couldn’t even stop her hands from shoveling those pills into your mouth.

You couldn’t even stop as your fingers twitched on the ground, your body pressed against the cold tile floor.

“Rumor has it you were drunk while playing Minghao.”

“It wouldn’t have mattered if I was sober anyway.”

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indigosandviolets · 4 years ago

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could be...could be thinking about a Queen’s Gambit fic...could be thinking about a Queen’s Gambit x trans male! reader fic...just a thought

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thekuroiookami · 8 years ago

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KnB (Akashi x Reader) - The Queen’s Gambit - Part 10 Final

In the not too distant future.

It was a truth not quite universally acknowledged that a wedding was one of the most stressful events in one’s life. And if you were Akashi Seijuro, heir to a distinguished family and friend to some of the most deranged basketball players in the country, the stress went up exponentially. For not the first time, he wondered why he didn’t just disown them all.

“With friends like these, who needs enemies?” Akashi’s eyes slid sideways at Kuroko’s soft words. “Is what you’re probably thinking, right, Akashi-kun?”

“Something like that,” he admitted. “More importantly, I was thinking we should separate Midorima and Mibuchi before they slaughter each other. I understand it is difficult to get bloodstains out of the carpet.”

Kuroko looked across the low coffee table around which they were clustered. The apartment you shared with Akashi was decorated in warm pastels, and it would indeed be a pity to destroy its cosiness with a double murder. He watched in resigned sympathy as Aomine lounged on the couch, head tipped over the edge in boredom. The nation’s most talented power forward was on the verge of falling asleep.

Midorima pushed his glasses up, sounding at the end of his rope. “This is not a position to be taken lightly, nanodayo. Besides, if we were to go by the level of closeness, I have known Akashi for longer than you have.”

Reo scowled at the reminder. “Most of which time was spent in medical school. Also, if I let you be the best man, who knows what horrifying schemes you might come up with. Sei-chan might be left holding a tortoise instead of a wedding ring!”

“It was one time and an especially bad day for Cancers, nanodayo!” Well, Midorima’s rope had never been that long to begin with.

“Further,” Mibuchi held up a finger like a lawyer, “I do not trust your colour sense. If you had any, you would have never joined a school with orange jerseys.”

Kise foolishly tried to play peacemaker just before Midorima lunged across the table at Reo’s throat. “Now, now. Shouldn’t the person who’s getting married decide their best man?”

Akashi gave the blond model a chilling look when the quarrelling pair looked expectantly at him. Internally, he went through a range of possible outcomes from risking Midorima’s eccentricities to just eloping with you in the dead of the night. He finally decided on a course of action.

All eyes turned to him in anticipation when he set down his cup. “Then, I’d like you to be my best man, Kuroko.”

Huge blue eyes blinked in surprise. Midorima and Mibuchi were frozen stiff. “Are you sure, Akashi-kun?”

Akashi smiled in his trademark dangerously pleasant manner. It was the one he reserved for insolent subordinates before hell was unleashed on them. “Yes, and I’m sure _____ would agree. If it is not troublesome, of course.”

Suddenly no one wanted to disagree with anything he said anymore. Kuroko smiled, eyes soft. “I shall do my best, Akashi-kun.” Before all the light was sucked out of the room by the darkness hovering over two dejected people, he spoke again. “Of course, I will need Mibuchi-san and Midorima-kun’s help, since I cannot do it all alone.”

Midorima perked up slightly at this. Reo looked at Kuroko with glistening eyes. “Really, Kuroko-kun?”

He nodded in reply. “Mibuchi-san will need to help me pick colours, since I’ve never done this before. And Midorima-kun, there’s a bachelor party that needs planning.”

Akashi silently thanked whatever deities resided in the heavens for the miracle that was Kuroko. He looked over when Aomine stifled a yawn and mumbled. “So when are you getting hitched anyway?”

“Two months from now, in May. I see you’re attentive as always, Aomine.”

The dirty look Aomine shot back in response went unnoticed by the group as the front door opened with a click. You walked in, dropping your keys in a bowl and shrugging off your jacket.

“I’m home. Kiku, where are you?” Kuroko flinched as the orange cat, which had been peacefully dozing in his lap, abruptly abandoned him.

You scooped the purring bundle up and walked into the living room. Somehow you were not surprised by the overwhelming male presence crowding your house. “Oh, Sei, you’re early. There’s so many people! Hello, everyone. Did I interrupt something?”

Kise gave you his million-dollar grin. “Yuricchi, welcome back. We were just talking about the wedding plans. Congratulations, by the way!”

“Thank you, Kise-kun. I’m going to get some tea. Would anyone like anything to drink?”

There was a chorus of negative answers. Akashi joined in you in the kitchen, taking advantage of the relative privacy to kiss your nose. You wrapped your arms around his waist, breathing in his familiar scent.

“Welcome back,” he murmured. “How was your day?”

“Not too bad. I managed to prevent the copywriter from assaulting the accountant. We’re going to have to change their desks. And the editorial team is doing better. How about you?”

“Well,” he glanced significantly at the squabbling group in the other room, “you could say I stopped some bloodshed as well.”

You bit back a smile. “I adore Midorima-kun and Mibuchi-senpai, but they can be a bit…much.”

“Indeed. It took a while for me to convince them that the wedding could be a mix of modern and traditional, and after that, they began the argument about who would make a better organizer. I confess I’m glad to leave it to Kuroko.”

You added boiling water to the teapot and waited for it to steep. “I see there’s more than one benefit to being CEO, other than the absurdly high salary. Everyone just listens to you.”

“I don’t understand why you are the only one immune to this, though. I might be making a terrible mistake, marrying the one person who can resist me.” He trailed a finger along your cheekbone.

“Isn’t it good strategy to keep your enemies close? Besides, I thought you were always right. You don’t make mistakes.” You followed Akashi out of the kitchen, cradling a warm mug in your hands.

You curled up on the couch to watch the motley crew of wedding planners. Akashi sat down at your side, conveniently providing a shoulder for you to rest your head on. The conversation had wandered from table settings to current gossip.

As usual, it was Kise that brought up the topic. “Ne, ne, speaking of getting married, does anyone know when Kagamicchi will propose to Yuzurucchi? It’s about time he did.”

Kuroko was thoughtful. “He said something about needing to make it perfect.”

“It’s not like she’d refuse him,” you said. “I know her and she obviously likes him. Plus, they’ve been together for a while now.”

Aomine rolled his eyes. “This is Bakagami we’re talking about. He’s not exactly the brightest bulb in the lot. It’ll take him a while to work up to it.”

Midorima huffed in disbelief. “Wise words coming from the person who is well-known for commitment issues. Just last week the tabloid ran an article about the five women you dated in three months.”

The alleged playboy raised an eyebrow. “Why, Midorima, I didn’t know you were so interested in my life.”

“Oha-Asa publishes weekly horoscopes in the paper, nanodayo.”

Mibuchi looked very interested in the subject. “As the other person who appears in magazines a lot, do you have a significant other, Kise-kun?”

The blonde pouted. “I wish I did, but no. My schedule keeps me too busy to meet anyone outside of work, and I haven’t met anyone interesting anyway. I don’t want a relationship that’s not serious, but none of the people I’ve met so far have inspired any strong feelings.”

You smiled reassuringly at Kise. “I’m sure you’ll find the right person soon.”

Kuroko gave an encouraging nod. “That��s right, Kise-kun. There must be someone out there who can see past your narcissism.”

“KUROKOCCHI!”

Akashi intervened. “It’s about time everyone headed home. I’m sure there are things you need to be doing. Thank you for taking time out of your day.”

One by one, they stretched out to their full heights, and said their goodbyes. Kise was the last to leave, and you shut the door after him with a sigh. You turned back to find Akashi speaking on the phone with a vaguely strained expression.

“Yes, I’ll look at the report tomorrow…all of them, including the quarterly. Tell them to hold off on the audit until the expenses have been tallied. No, I don’t want the meeting pushed back. Right, tomorrow it is.”

You touched his shoulder as the call ended. “Do you have to leave early again?”

“Unfortunately, yes. I hate to leave you alone, but they’re still adjusting to the restructuring, so it will be like this for a while.” He brushed a thumb over your lips in apology.

You cradled his palm to your cheek. “It’s alright. I have Kiku for company while you’re gone.”

The cat meowed in agreement, making the both of you smile. Akashi’s attention returned to you when you continued. “Just make it up during the honeymoon.”

His arm hitched you closer. “I certainly will. I intend to take my time exploring every inch of your skin.” His hand tightened over your hip, burning through your clothes. “You will be mine in every way that matters. Are you prepared?”

“Of course. Though I won’t make it easy on you.” You looked up at him through your lashes.

His head tilted up, eyes widened in golden anticipation. “I hope you don’t. Defiance will only make it more interesting.”

You leaned against him, energy suddenly depleted. “This wedding can’t get here fast enough.”

“I agree. Now to bed, we have a long day tomorrow.”

You fell asleep to thoughts of white sheets against crimson hair and a blissful day where you could wake up with no worries.

XXX

“So remind me again,” said Riko, swirling the contents of her glass, “what happens during girls’ night out?”

Your best friend threw back a shot of electric blue liquid and winced. “Technically,” Reina pointed out, “it’s a bachelorette party.”

Kagami’s girlfriend, fondly nicknamed Yuzuru, raised an eyebrow. “Technically, the bride has been dating Akashi-kun for ages, and was never a bachelorette to begin with.”

Momoi idly twirled a lock of her hair, giving the silver-haired bartender a speculative glance. “I thought it was based on a definition of virginity, not relationship status.”

You put an end to that inevitably disturbing line of conversation. “I think, Riko-san, the idea is to just let loose and enjoy ourselves. Alcohol is usually a catalyst.”

Riko lifted her gin and tonic in illustration. “We’re off to a good start then.”

Reina clapped her hands together. “That’s right! You know in those movies from America, when a group of girls goes out to celebrate, they usually do three things – drink, dance and ogle semi-naked men.”

“I don’t think the last one is a possibility for us,” said Momoi. “It presumes semi-naked men are (a) available and (b) something we’re interested in.”

“We could always ask the guys to play basketball shirtless.” Yuzuru shrugged unrepentantly.

“That idea is appealing, but requires too much organization.” You looked at the dance floor as music began pulsating out of the speakers. “Dancing just became an option though.”

Everyone looked at each other for a moment. “Why not.”

You swallowed the dregs of your mojito, savouring the slight burn, and followed Reina into the crowd.

…

Meanwhile in Kagami’s apartment.

The silence was breathtakingly awkward. Without Kuroko as a common link, or Takao’s cheer oiling the cogs of interaction, no one had anything to say to anyone else. Kagami drew a deep breath.

“So tell me again,” he started, “why I’m supposed to cook for you useless lot just because the girls are out?”

“Because you have no choice,” Murasakibara supplied helpfully. Kagami gritted his teeth at the nonchalance and stirred harder.

Midorima looked up from his book. “I hear footsteps, nanodayo. Someone is here.”

Akashi opened the front door to let in an exuberant Kise and a grumpy Aomine. The latter immediately cheered up when the smell of soup wafted down the hall.

“Ohhhhh, Bakagami is cooking like an obedient wife. It’s a good day.”

“Shut up, Ahomine,” growled the chef. “I’ll pour this down the back of your neck.”

Dinner also continued in something like near silence, only broken by the sounds of munching and the occasional exclamation from Kise. Eventually, he had enough and barked in frustration.

“Ok, I’ve had enough. Let’s play basketball!”

Akashi frowned. “It’s dark out and there are no indoor courts nearby. Also, we just finished eating.”

“Then we play the video-game version! Kagamicchi, bring out the console!”

What started out as a friendly NBA 2k17 match quickly deteriorated into an all-out war involving various Smash Bros characters. The screen was a chaotic mess of flailing figures, but Akashi mysteriously kept winning despite the mayhem. No one could wrap their minds around Murasakibara’s avatar choice until Kise asked him.

“Princess Peach? Because it sounds like a dessert.”

Akashi was saved from hearing Aomine’s responding dirty joke when his phone buzzed with a text. If you were inebriated, it didn’t show in the message.

____: Hey. Just checking in. Everything’s fine, though everyone is a bit tipsy. How’s it going?

Seijuro: We’re doing okay. Be sure to give me a call when you’re done. I’ll come pick you up.

____: Will do. See you later.

Kagami rumbled in question when Akashi finished typing out his reply. “Was that from Yuri-san? Are they alright?”

“They’re fine. Possibly having a bit too much fun from the sound of it.”

Kise emitted a wistful sigh. “I’m jealous. Wonder what they’re doing right now?”

…

Back at a certain club.

Cards Against Humanity was a problematic experience at the best of times, so being slightly drunk while playing made it about a hundred times worse. You didn’t think you could laugh anymore without breaking a rib.

Reina read the latest question card out loud. “When Pharaoh remained unmoved, Moses called down a plague of [dash]. No need to try everyone, I win. The answer is endless ninjas.”

“Pfft. Okay, I concede, that one’s yours.” Yuzuru shook her head, the light catching on her glossy hair.

Riko picked up the next question. “To reach a wider audience, the museum has a new interactive exhibit on [dash]. Hmm, I’m gonna go with…ghosts.”

“No fun. I prefer this one – extremely tight pants. Specifically, leather pants.” Momoi set down her card triumphantly.

You pursed your lips. “This is a tough choice. I don’t think it’s possible to have an exhibit on wifely duties, so I’ll go with Satsuki-san.”

Yuzuru pulled another card from the deck. “Then try this one. Instead of coal, Santa now gives bad children what?”

“A cooler full of organs,” you said without missing a beat.

Reina wrinkled her nose. “Is that why he wears red? Eww.”

Momoi excused herself to the washroom while the rest of you sat back to chat about the evening so far.

“This has been surprisingly fun. We should do it again sometime.” Riko clinked her glass with Yuzuru in camaraderie.

Reina grinned, eyes promising mischief. “Sure. If it means I get to see Riko-san doing that wave thing again, I’m all for it.”

The brunette flushed. “Hey, I wasn’t the one hanging off the pole. Speaking of which, where is Momoi?”

Her name made you sigh. “I hope the next time we meet, it’s for Satsuki-san’s party. We should really find her someone to marry.”

Yuzuru nodded in sympathy. “I agree, she seems so lonely lately. I thought it would be Aomine-kun, but if it hasn’t happened till now, it never will. Does she even have a type?”

Riko’s bangles jingled as she tapped a finger in thought. “Used to be Kuroko, but no one knows anymore.”

Reina caught everyone’s attention with the hushed reverence of her voice. “Well, I may have found someone. There’s no way this guy won’t catch her eye.”

There was a collective intake of breath as everyone saw who Reina was looking at. It looked like male perfection on earth. “Oh my,” breathed Yuzuru. “Who is that?”

You wanted to know as well. Somehow, you almost felt disloyal looking at this man, with his raven hair, sharp grey eyes and beautifully toned body. His looks were elevated from moderately attractive to eye-catching by the charisma that rolled off him in waves. “He is certainly doing justice to that shirt. Just look at those arms.”

Riko gave you a significant look. You smiled back. “I’m engaged, Riko-san, not blind.”

She gazed at him a bit longer and agreed. “He does have rather high specs.”

Reina suddenly hissed at the group. “He’s heading this way! Where is Momoi-san when you’re trying to set her up?”

Yuzuru’s eyes widened as she saw the person accompanying the handsome stranger. “Is that…”

Momoi picked that moment to return to the table. “Sorry I took so long. What is everyone- Oh my goodness, Nijimura-senpai, is that you?”

The table held their breath as the young man’s gaze flickered over Momoi and lightened in recognition. Himuro, who had been tagging along, smiled at your group as if these run-ins happened every day.

“Momoi? Long time no see.” Nijimura greeted her with easy familiarity, ruffling her strawberry locks.

“Sheesh, don’t do that, senpai! I’m too old for that kind of thing. I’m so surprised though, running into you here.”

He glanced at the table, taking in the company and the way everyone was dressed. “Just relaxing with Himuro. Are you out with your friends?”

You broke out of the oblivion induced by the abundance of male beauty when Momoi waved in your direction. She sounded extremely excited. “Senpai, we’re having a bachelorette party! ____-san here is engaged to be married to Akashi-kun! Isn’t that great?”

Nijimura looked like a chest of drawers had fallen onto him. “Is Akashi old enough for that?” There was a resounding silence all around. Even Himuro gave him a disbelieving look.

You cleared your throat and stood up to greet Teiko’s old captain. “It’s an honor to meet you, Nijimura-san. Seijuro has told me a lot about you.”

“I can see why,” Yuzuru murmured. You had to bite your cheek to keep from laughing.

Nijimura still looked the father who hadn’t quite realized his children weren’t children any more. “Err, you too, ____-san. When is the ceremony?”

“In ten days. If you can attend, please do. I’m sure Seijuro would be very happy to see you. You too, Himuro-san.”

Tatsuya’s answering smile was blinding. Reina rubbed her eyes in consternation. “Of course, we would be happy to attend. Isn’t that right, Shuu?”

Nijimura nodded hesitantly. Momoi squealed in delight. “Tetsu-kun and the rest will be so happy! Ah, are we keeping you? Please don’t worry about us, go ahead.”

With a nod, the pair walked away, leaving a trail of glazed expressions in their wake. The girls at the table watched them go with thoughtful expressions.

Riko spoke first. “He’s gay, isn’t he?”

Yuzuru nodded. “I’m pretty sure he is.”

Reina sighed. “What a waste. I want to say he’s public property, but there’s no competing if it’s Himuro-san.”

You looked sadly at Momoi. “Satsuki-san, you have no luck.”

“Eh? What does that mean?”

XXX

On the morning of your wedding, the heavens smiled down on the earth like they were pleased with the prospect of your marriage. The sky was a perfect cornflower blue, the sun gently warm, and there wasn’t a single grey cloud to be seen. That was why it was all the more ironic that you were wearing the most uncomfortable outfit you’d ever worn.

“Careful,” murmured Mitsue-san. “If you move, the obi will come undone.”

You gave Akashi’s stoic housekeeper a long look. As it was, you felt like a pillow that had been trussed up. You were wearing three layers already, with the padding, the underdress and the overcoat, with yet another layer of kimono to go. If you didn’t shift occasionally, your arm would fall asleep.

“I can’t imagine the obi would go anywhere,” you said dryly, “given how the cords are cutting into me.”

She gave you a look that was sympathetic and admonishing at the same time. “Such is the price of having a traditional wedding, ojou-sama.”

You frowned. “Please don’t call me that. I hardly deserve such a title. And some people would have gotten very upset if there hadn’t been a Shinto ceremony.”

There was a ghost of a smile on her lips. “I would suggest you accustom yourself to being addressed as such, because you will be hearing yourself called _____-sama for the foreseeable future. One must respect the lady of the house, after all.”

You resisted the urge to crush your folding fan. “Mitsue-san, this is really not helping with the stress. I’m already worried about forgetting a step in the ceremony while hawk-eyed Akashi family members watch.”

A tug at your waist made you exhale sharply. The older woman stood back and surveyed the bow critically. “The obi is done. Now for the uchikake. Please hold your arms out.”

You resigned yourself as an elaborately embroidered, heavy white coat was draped over you. When they finished the final touches and stepped away, you took a moment to look at yourself in the mirror. The person who looked back at you was a vision of pearlescent fabric, the white kimono glowing. The deceptively expensive overcoat had white cranes flying across the back, with gold accents outlining flowers. The only spots of colour came from the paint on your lips and the red lining of the kimono, which flashed as you walked. The white hood hid the upturned flare of the wig and the golden ornaments decorating it. All in all, it made for a surreal experience.

“The young master will be waiting for you. Shall we go, ojou-sama?” Mitsue-san looked strangely proud as you stood there in bridal white.

You shut your eyes for a second, centring yourself. Then, opening them again, you nodded and allowed yourself to be escorted out of the dressing room. On the way downstairs, you were so focused on not falling over that you didn’t notice Akashi until he spoke.

“_____,” his voice sounding calm as ever, “you look beautiful.”

You looked up at him, finally seeing him for the first time that day. He looked magnificently composed, dressed in the traditional dark haori and hakama. His hair looked like fire against the night sky and his eyes glowed with a soft emotion you couldn’t name. You noticed his family crest glint off the back of his coat. If someone had come in yelling something about a samurai-era feudal lord, you would have immediately assumed Akashi was the subject.

“I would say you look better,” you replied with a smile, “and more comfortable.”

He held his hand out to steady you as assistants slipped on the sandals over your socks. His grip was firm and reassuring. “You will not have to bear with it for long, I promise.”

You tightened your fingers around his. “It’s alright. I can deal with this much after the fight we put up to get married.” Getting the Akashi family around to your side hadn’t been easy, so wearing a heavy kimono was the least you could do in compensation.

The wedding procession was a slow, solemn affair. Flutes played ancient tones and shrine maidens glided over the pebbled path as you walked from the temple gate. You watched the shadow of the red umbrella dip and bob over your feet. You remembered to bow to the priests when you entered the pavilion.

Most of the ceremony passed in a blur. You were vaguely aware of your family and Akashi’s watching with serious faces. You distantly registered the priest’s declaration to the gods and then the sankon no gi began. A thrice-filled cup of sake was handed to Akashi, who sipped from it three times, the motions elegant. Then the cup was handed to you. The process was repeated with two larger cups. Your world narrowed to Akashi’s fingers around the cup and the sweet burn of sake on your tongue.

Then you found yourself standing up to read the vow. Or more accurately, watch Akashi recite it. The already beautiful words were rendered even more poetic by Akashi’s melodic reading.

“On this great day,” he intoned, “before the great god, we are sincerely thankful for this ceremony. Going forward, we will love each other, trust one another, share the good times and the bad, and swear that this will be so throughout our lifetime.”

You felt your heart still for one immutable moment when he finished. “The husband, Akashi.”

“The wife, ____.” Thankfully your voice came out strong and clear. The shinzenshiki drew to a close with a prayer and an offering of a tamagushi branch. You felt the tension drain away from your shoulders as the elders took their turns sipping the sake. A touch at your wrist caught your attention.

“We’re almost through. Hold on a little longer.” He twined his hand with yours, hiding the movement with his sleeve.

Somehow the warmth of his skin made it real. You were married, and the person you loved more than life was with you. The realization made your chest tighten with shocked exhilaration. You looked at him with glittering eyes.

I’m married to Akashi Seijuro.

This thought was the one that dominated much later, as you exchanged rings in front of your friends. The heavy kimono was gone, replaced by a delicate ivory dress. Your hair was in a simple coronet braid, brightened by tiny white flowers and the hairpin that Akashi gave you. As you slid the golden band over his finger, you looked up to see Akashi watching you with a quiet happiness that warmed your chest. You felt his joy in the soft kiss he gave you, and responded with your own. You never wanted this feeling to end.

As always, Kise broke the spell with his jubilance. “CONGRATULATIONS, AKASHICCHI AND YURICCHI!”

Kuroko rubbed his temples disconsolately. “Kise-kun, you’re so loud. Are you trying to frighten them?”

Hayama snorted. “Some people never change.”

Takao grinned while Midorima humphed. Aomine spoke next. “I guess I should say congratulations. So, felicitations and all that. Don’t come out of the bedroom for a week.”

Kagami cringed. Yuzuru choked on a laugh and backed away. Momoi hit Aomine over the head with a glove, looking horrified. “Dai-chan, you just had to ruin it, didn’t you?”

Akashi hid a smile behind the sleeve of his dove grey tux. “Thank you for the sage advice, Aomine. Does anyone else want to contribute?”

You turned to look as Mibuchi approached, looking resplendent. “Sei-chan, many many congratulations. I’m so happy for you two! Also, if you want someone to spoil your kids, I’m available.” Nebuya’s eyes widened, as if he had never contemplated children before.

This elicited a warm smile from you. “Thank you. I’m sure you’d be a wonderful au- err, uncle, Mibuchi-senpai.”

Murasakibara glanced over his shoulder. “Oh, Muro-chin’s here. Does that mean we can have cake now?”

Himuro sauntered into the garden with a cheery Riko and curious Nijimura. Akashi’s attention instantly sharpened on the latter. He looked taken aback.

“Nijimura-san? You’re back in Japan?” All of the former Teiko team immediately stopped whatever they were doing to watch their old captain stride over. Kuroko’s eyes were huge, shining orbs.

The black-haired man smiled with easy familiarity. “Yo, it’s been a while. God, you’ve all grown up, haven’t you?”

There was a beat of silence and then Nijimura toppled over as several people launched themselves at him. You watched in fond amusement as the gathering exploded with questions, exclamations and flashbacks to the past. Reina tapped your shoulder, and took advantage of the chaos to give you a hug.

Her eyes shimmered with tears. “I hope you’re so happy you don’t know what do with it.”

You laughed, feeling a little close to crying yourself. “And I want you to do the same, so you can suffer with me.”

Eventually, the mayhem died down. After a cake had been demolished, some heart-warming speeches made, and general goodwill spread, you were finally alone at home with Akashi. You sank into the hot embrace of the bath with a groan of relief.

“That feels so good after the weight on my shoulders. I’d rather not do that again.”

“I don’t plan on letting you.”

There was a rustle of clothing from your left. You opened one eye to see Akashi slide into the water, muscles flexing as he leaned back. He held a hand out. “Come here.”

You shifted to sit with your back to his chest, fitting yourself into the cradle of his arms. Your head fell back onto his shoulder with a sigh of pleasure as he began working out the knots in your neck, fingers gentle but firm.

“Thank you, I didn’t realize how much I needed that.”

He smiled against the curve of your neck. “You deserve it after putting up with the endless stream of visitors today.”

Reminiscing about the wedding party made you laugh. “It was a strange day, but a good one too. Possibly the best.”

A string of thoughts made you lift your hand to examine the simple gold ring now adorning it. “Sometimes I can’t believe it. That we’re married now. It seems so unreal.”

Akashi wrapped his arms around you, his voice a low hum. “I understand. When I think of how I get to call you my wife and tell the world that you chose me, I feel like it must be a dream. It sounds too good to be true.”

You twisted a little to press a kiss to his cheek. “It is true, and I am going to call you husband from now on, among other things.” You dropped another kiss on his neck.

His eyes darkened to a predatory ruby and his fingers tightened on your hip. “I think it’s time I made good on some promises to my bride.”

Your breathing hitched as he slowly stroked higher up your leg, the other hand caressing just under the swell of your breast while his tongue flicked over your neck. Your hands clamped down on the edges of the tub as you suppressed a moan.

His voice was as even as ever when he nipped your ear in warning. “Now, ____, don’t hide in silence. Let me hear you.”

You took a breath before melding your lips with his in a long, fierce kiss. You were both a little breathless at the end of it. “Sei,” you said, voice husky, “take me to bed.”

He lifted you out of the water easily and kissed you again before responding. “As you command, my love.”

XXX

Bonus Story

“Otou-san! Okaa-san! Wake up, it’s time to play!”

You groaned and pulled the covers over your head. Akashi sighed next to you, but didn’t lift his head. Just as the lull of sleep had dragged you back in, you were startled to wakefulness again.

“Okaaaaa-sannnn. You promised we’d go riding today. Let’s go, let’s go!” The five year old boy with dark hair and crimson eyes bounced on his feet for emphasis.

“Sei,” you mumbled, “your son is awake. Do something.”

Akashi’s voice was rough with sleep. “I thought he was our son?”

“Before sunrise, he’s your son. Take responsibility.” You curled back into the pillow, trying to catch up on desperately needed sleep.

“Otou-san, should I sing the elephant song again to help you wake up? Zou-san, zou-san-“

You and Akashi sat up, fully awake. You gave the child a narrow-eyed look. “I wonder where you get your manipulativeness from, Kazu. It can’t be me.”

“What’s manipulativenesh?” Kazu blinked innocently.

Akashi picked the boy up and set him on the bed. “Something your mother has in spades.”

You slumped, too tired to retort. Kazu’s face scrunched up in concentration before he decided to abandon the topic. “So can we go now? Please?”

Akashi ruffled his son’s hair. “I know we said we’d go today, and we will, but” – he glanced at the clock –“ there’s still 19 hours left in the day, so let us sleep a bit longer, hmm? Okaa-san and I are still tired.”

Kazu pouted for a few seconds, but being the good-natured soul he was, finally gave in. “Okay. I won’t be able to go back to sleep though.”

You pulled his tiny warm body to yours, striped pyjamas and all. “Then just let me hug you for a while.” Within minutes, his breathing had evened out and he was fast asleep.

Akashi smiled at Kazu’s peaceful face. “It’s so hard to believe how energetic he can be when he’s awake.”

You huffed a laugh, eyes drifting shut. “Clearly we need to rethink his name. There’s nothing harmonious about Kazuhiko.”

He pulled the blankets over the three of you, cocooning you in warmth. “We can always hope.”

“Hmm. Love you, Sei.”

He laced his fingers with yours, careful not to disturb your child. “I love you both too.”

Author's Rambling

So that's it for the Queen's Gambit. For everyone who's stuck with it from the beginning, thank you so much. I am genuinely honoured by the encouragement you've given me. I hope I did justice to Aka-chin, given that I had no plan when I started this.

Story notes: I based my description of the wedding and the vow on this Youtube video. I had to think long and hard about what kind of ceremony the story needed, and I finally went with this because Akashi in traditional clothing is just bae. The other thing I wanted to say was - I accidentally seemed to have predicted the Akashi family symbol right? In this picture, Akashi is wearing a kimono with what looks like peonies... #conspiracytheory

The name Kazuhiko means first, harmonious prince. Also, wedding rings are exchanged somewhere at the end of the original ceremony, but plot demands.

Finally, comments and thoughts are much appreciated, especially since I'm still figuring out what I write well and what I don't. Until next time, folks.

#akashi x reader #i finally finished it #future au #marriage #shinto wedding #romance #fluff #oc #kiseki no sedai #that's all folks #so this is how it feels #just waiting for last game to come out

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