Gin and Bitterness

Fandom: Chess
Rating: G
Characters: Freddie Trumper, Florence Vassy
Primary Pairings: Freddie Trumper/Florence Vassy
Secondary Pairings: Anatoly Sergievsky/Florence Vassy
Word Count: 394

General Summary: Florence and Freddie have walked away from each other countless times, but have almost always found their way back to each other.

A small fic based on the concept of Twin Flames, relationships between which are often described as tending to be on-again-off-again, intensely passionate, and sometimes intensely painful.

Author’s Note: Originally written in February 2017, the prompt was 'Twin Flames.'


Once he was able to breathe again, Freddie wondered if someone, somewhere was keeping a tally of how many times one of them had slapped the other, and if so, who had done it most.

He also wondered if the same someone might have a tally of how many times they had walked out on each other. Sometimes it was him. Sometimes it was her. Occasionally they both stalked away, trembling and white-knuckled. Neither of them ever tried to stop the other anymore; it only made things worse, and they always sought each other out again after a few days apart. It was just what they did.

Fandom: Chess
Rating: G
Setting: Pre Canon
Characters: Svetlana Sergievskaya, Anatoly Sergievsky, Freddie Trumper, Florence Vassy
Word Count: 302

General Summary: A quick (more-or-less) background study of some of the major players in Chess.

Author’s Note: Just some Chess character sketches that I wrote up while developing my own ideas and feel for the backgrounds of different characters from the musical. I jotted them down at one point back in May 2015 while writing Chess fic but afraid to post any Chess fic because of the fandom.


January 1957
Florence Vassy is a stranger in a strange land at only five years old, the only thing between her and what’s left of the streets of Budapest is a widowed aunt, the never-spoken-of sister of Florence’s mother who married an English journalist in secret and left all that she knew behind her; “I’m a survivor,” she had whispered to Florence at the airport, “just like you’ll learn to be.”