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dad!arthurtv trying to teach and coach his daughter into being a chess professional like him 🐰🐰🐰
CHESS MASTER
── ARTHUR FREDERICK ✶⋆.˚
summary: arthur introduces your daughter to chess and tries his hardest to attempt to teach her
content: dad!arthur, fluff
notes: she’s so me bc I can only play a very very mediocre game of chess and my brother kicks my ass every single time.
The game had started twenty minutes ago.
Unfortunately for you, it had been over after about seven.
You were still technically playing, but at this point it was less a chess match and more Arthur slowly dismantling every piece you had while acting as though he was some great strategist from history.
"You know," he said, moving a piece with entirely too much confidence, "I saw that move coming about six turns ago."
You narrowed your eyes.
"You say that every time."
"Because every time it's true."
"It isn't."
"It is."
"This is so unfair you sit there for like hours on end watching different chess videos."
"Just get on my level love."
You snorted.
Across the board, Arthur grinned.
A moment later small footsteps padded into the room.
Poppy appeared in the doorway clutching a stuffed shark nearly as big as her torso.
"What are you doing?"
Arthur looked up immediately.
"Playing chess."
Poppy wandered closer.
"Who's winning?"
Arthur didn't miss a beat.
"I'm beating Mummy."
You rolled your eyes dramatically.
"Daddy is bullying Mummy."
"I am not bullying Mummy."
"You’re practically laughing in my face."
"I'm educating Mummy."
"By stealing all my pieces?"
"It's a learning experience."
Poppy climbed onto the sofa beside you and stared down at the board.
She squinted.
"It looks confusing."
Arthur shook his head.
"It is not confusing."
You pointed at the board.
"There are six different types of pieces."
Arthur pointed at one.
"That's a pawn."
Another.
"That's a bishop."
Another.
"That's a knight."
Poppy frowned.
"Why is the knight a horse?"
Arthur opened his mouth.
Paused.
Closed it.
"Good question."
You almost couldn’t believe it.
For once, Arthur didn't have an answer.
Poppy leaned further over the board.
"Can I play?"
Arthur's entire face lit up.
You watched the exact moment a new obsession was born.
"Can you play?" Arthur repeated.
"Yeah."
Arthur pushed his chair back so quickly it nearly tipped over.
"Course you can."
"Arthur,"
But it was too late.
Poppy was already being scooped into his lap.
The chess board was turned around.
Every piece was reset.
Arthur looked happier than he'd looked all week.
"Right."
You sat back smiling.
"Awh"
"What?"
"You're so cute when you act like a teacher."
"What's cute about me acting like a teacher?"
"I don’t know it’s just cute."
Arthur ignored you.
"Poppy. This is a pawn."
Poppy poked it.
"It looks boring."
"It's not boring."
"But it’s so little."
"It's still very important."
"It looks like a little mushroom."
Arthur stared at the pawn.
Then at her.
Then at the pawn again.
"Okay. Little mushroom."
Poppy nodded.
"That's better."
For the next twenty minutes, Arthur attempted to explain chess.
Poppy attempted to learn chess.
The results were... mixed.
"No, sweetheart, bishops move diagonally."
"Why?"
"Because that's how they work."
"But why?"
Arthur looked at you desperately.
You shrugged.
"Good question."
"Pawns can't move backwards."
"Why?"
"Because,"
"Why?"
Arthur groaned.
You laughed under your breath while Arthur’s eyes pleaded for some sort of backup.
Eventually they managed a game.
A very basic game.
Poppy spent most of it announcing her moves before making them.
Arthur spent most of it correcting her.
You spent most of it trying not to laugh.
"Check."
Poppy pointed proudly at the board.
Arthur blinked.
Then looked at where she'd moved her queen.
Then back at her.
"That is actually check."
Poppy gasped.
"It is?"
"It is."
She immediately stood up on Arthur's lap.
"I'm winning!"
“That’s my girl.”
Arthur looked ridiculously proud.
You were fairly certain he looked prouder than when he'd won actual games.
An hour later, Poppy had decided she was ready for a proper challenge.
Unfortunately for you, that challenge was you.
Arthur reset the board.
Poppy sat opposite.
Then Arthur pulled his chair directly beside hers.
You pointed accusingly, shaking your head while scrunching your face up in disbelief.
"No."
"What?"
"You are not helping."
"I'm observing."
"You are coaching."
"I'm supporting."
"You are cheating."
Arthur began making a tutting sound.
"Poppy, your mother has accused us of cheating."
Poppy giggled.
"We're not cheating."
Arthur let out a sigh.
"Exactly."
Five seconds later he leaned over and whispered something into her ear.
You threw your arms up.
"There!"
"That could've been anything."
"It was a move."
"It wasn't."
Poppy immediately moved the exact piece Arthur had glanced at.
You narrowed your eyes.
Arthur grinned.
The game somehow lasted longer than your games with Arthur usually did.
Mostly because Poppy kept getting distracted.
At one point she started making up names for all the pieces.
At another she spent two minutes making the knights talk to each other.
Eventually though, through a combination of Poppy's enthusiasm and Arthur's blatant coaching, your king ended up trapped.
Poppy stared at the board.
Then at Arthur.
Then back at the board.
Her eyes wide and mouth agape.
"Did we win?"
Arthur looked down dramatically.
"Poppy."
"What?"
"I believe..."
He pointed.
"You have checkmated Mummy."
For a split second there was silence.
"WE WON!"
Arthur shot out of his chair.
"WE WON!"
The two of them celebrated like they'd just won the World Cup.
Poppy was bouncing up and down.
Arthur was high-fiving her.
You crossed your arms.
"Unbelievable."
The celebrations stopped.
Poppy looked over.
"You okay, Mummy?"
You put on your most dramatic sad face.
"No."
Her eyes went huge.
"Oh."
Arthur immediately knew what you were doing.
The little traitor bit his lip to stop himself laughing.
You sighed heavily.
"I got beaten."
Poppy looked genuinely concerned.
Then she climbed down from her chair and padded around the table.
Before you could react, she wrapped her arms around your neck.
"It's okay."
You smiled despite yourself.
"Is it?"
"Yeah."
She patted your shoulder.
"You did a really good try."
Behind her, Arthur completely lost it.
You threw a pawn at him.
He dodged it.
Barely.
Poppy turned to him.
"Daddy."
"Yeah?"
"You have to tell Mummy she did a good try too."
Arthur grinned.
Then leaned across the table.
"Mummy did a very good try."
You rolled your eyes.
"Thank you."
"Almost had us."
"I didn't."
"No."
"Not even close."
"No."
Poppy giggled.
Arthur reached over and ruffled her hair.
You looked at the two of them, both impossibly pleased with themselves over a game that had been two-thirds coaching session and one-third bullying.
"Next time," you said.
Arthur raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah?"
"No coaching."
Poppy immediately looked at him.
Arthur looked at her.
The pair shared a glance.
And somehow that was far more concerning than any answer.
"Next time," Arthur said carefully, "we'll see."
"Oh, you're both impossible."
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—★ arthur frederick, capulet astray, chapter twelve!
"...speak again, bright angel!"
summary: arthur fights himself to reply to you. the feeling is mutual.
content - elizabethan!arthur, nothing bad, angst if you squint i guess
word count - 400+
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── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ──
his eyes looked over the letter once.
then again.
then again.
then again, until the words were imprinted into the walls once he looked away.
he pulled out a feather. ink. a sheet of paper. and he wrote.
five "dear"s that looked too wrong. five sheets of paper scrunched up.
two "let me find you"s that didn't make sense. two sheets of paper scrunched up.
but finally, he found the words.
he didn't even reread it.
he knew what he wrote though.
a simple 'i respect your decision.' and an even simpler 'i love you', decorated with beautiful metaphors and cursive handwriting.
and he knew that he had to do it. he needed to reply to you, because what if you gave up looking for his reply before he could get it to you?
what would he do then?
he walked through the streets now, cold despite the season, paying no attention to the beautiful buildings and flowers that he once would have.
he was no longer home.
he hadn't even been towards mr smith's library for years. nevermind inside of it.
the smell of books was welcoming. warm. it practically guided him to the lyly section, his fingers already making their way to the book you mentioned.
he can't deal with the pain of leaving you behind. that's why he was here. this was a plea.
── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ──
you found it.
you read it.
but you never replied.
you couldn't do it. even as he practically begged for you to reply, just as you had for him.. you couldn't do it. your fingers could never reach for the quill on your desk. and so you never wrote back.
you suffered. you hoped arthur did too.
but then you suffered too much. the quill began to taunt you, the paper fluttering at the smallest of drafts.
and then you wrote to him.
it wasn't anything too big. no "meet me here", but rather a checkup.
you wouldn't check the library again.
you wouldn't be able to bare the pile of letters that would be left inside.
and worse, what if you bumped into arthur? what would you say?
well, you'd say exactly what you wrote on the letter.
there was a sick anticipation in your gut. like you knew this would be the last.
the last that either of you sent.
── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ──
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Two For One
Arthur Frederick x reader x Becky James - fluff, smut
a/n - i love this and also as always with fanfiction this does not reflect these people in real life it is merely a silly concoction of events that ive written about!!! and also bambino becky 👀👀👀👀👀👀
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YOUR PREGNANCY JOURNEY, a. frederick
yours and arthur’s pregnancy journey through the lens of social media.
content/warnings: smau, dad!arthur, established relationship (fiancés), pregnancy themes
notes: written for my girl @cyberleviathanuniverse!!! i’ll write your actual request soon but i thought you might like this too!!!!