#chanevi

[andthatisnotfake]

Still haven't managed to finish my birthday drabbles. It's like no idea feels right. 🫤

Let me know if you have drabble prompts for any of these: Edwin, Royai, Chanevi, Narlie, Gallavich

[lorirwritesfanfic]

Dani's ask made me think a lot about Annabelle's route and Chanevi on Desire and Decorum and how these romances would be like nowadays. Though we have small improvements (in my research to write this one-shot, I read about some Anglican ministers who are willing to give blessing to LGBT+ couples. That's a lot if compared to my religion 😑), it bothers me so much when I see religious leaders saying "we welcome LGBT+ people here", but they still treat us like trash. I couldn't ignore that while writing Annabelle x Veronica.

Including Yusuf here was important to Veronica. She needed a friendly face there and no one would understand her struggles better than a friend who also went through a similar situation.

Thank you so much for reading and for your kind words while sharing your thoughts about this fic 😍

Worthy Of Love

Book: Desire & Decorum (modern day AU) Characters: Veronica Dantas (F!OC), Yusuf Konevi, Annabelle Parsons Pairing: Annabelle Parsons x F!OC (Veronica) Rating: M Word count: 1215 Reading time: ~5min Summary: A visit to a place Veronica has been avoiding for years will evoke memories and feelings she’d rather ignore. Based on the prompt: @choicespride Holiday Pride Event - Religious Trauma/Crisis

Author’s note:

Veronica Dantas is a creation of this author. The others are owned by Pixelberry Studios;

@missameliep​‘s ask about the nice and naughty list got me thinking about Annabelle and Veronica too. This story isn’t as cute as I hoped it would be, but it still had to be written. Btw, Ann and Vee are totally on the nice list ❤

Warning: This piece contains subjects (mentions of homophobia and psychological trauma) may be disturbing for some people. Reader discretion is advised.

Veronica stopped before Saint Paul’s Cathedral and shoved her hands into her coat pockets as she looked up at the Renaissant/Baroque church. Though some restorations were made on the building since the last time she had been here, to her it seemed like not a single thing had changed.

A chill coursed through her spine, but she chose to ignore it. “It’s just cold weather,” she told herself. Then, with quiet steps, she tentatively walked in, hoping the clacking of her boots didn’t distract the children’s choir rehearsal for Christmas services.

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[scgdoeswhat]

I'M NOT CRYING.

YOU'RE CRYING.

[melodyofgraves]

At the beginning (Chambers x Konevi)

A/N: I wasn’t going to write anything today. And then I saw that today’s prompt from @choicesmaychallenge is Beginnings. And then I started to listen to that song from Anastasia. And then I thought “Chanevi!” And then I wrote this little drabble.

Words: around 400

Tagging my old tag list (maybe someone is interested): @hellospunkiebrewster @queerchoicesblog @brightpinkpeppercorn @itsbrindleybinch @akrenich @thehonorarybeaumont @robbiessutcliffe @the-writerly-night-owl @inkandfables @marlcasters + @kinda-iconic

"It’s quite a nice ending to our story, isn’t it?” Bartholomew whispered, gently brushing his fingers over the barrister’s hand.They stood a little behind the crowd, away from the gentry focused on the other newlywed couple. And they were so happy. Yusuf glanced at the man beside him. His husband. Yes, that sounded so right. He couldn’t help but smile at the warm feeling in his chest. The first time he felt it was at that memorable dinner at Sinclaire’s townhouse. Duke, no, Mister Richards, was a horrible man, there’s no doubt about that. Still, the absolute lack of manners of that pig indirectly led to their meeting, to the love of his life sitting next to him at that table. It was the beginning of their story, the memory that Konevi would treasure forever. Even though he couldn’t have imagined how many more memories were still to come. And then there were more dinners. Some at the grand parties and some, their favourite ones, with just the two of them. Secret dinners and visits and moments that were only theirs, when the outside world didn’t exist and no one could take away their happiness. And there were stolen kisses and whispers and brushes against the skin when the world did exist but they knew how to escape its eyes, even if only for just a few seconds. And there were hard times. And the fear of losing each other. And sleepless nights when the situation felt hopeless. But in the end, they’ve always found a way to stay together. And there was falling in love. Slowly and more with each passing day. Because every day meant more of those precious moments, more learning about each other, more time that they didn’t want to waste. And there was their wedding. Their happy ending that still didn’t feel real. Maybe because it wasn’t. Because there he was, standing next to his husband on the most beautiful day of his life, and it didn’t seem like an ending. After all the road ahead, while still unknown, was full of so much more. More precious moments. More memories. More time. And he couldn’t wait to go down that road. With his Bart. Together. So he just smiled the man beside him and whispered back, so softly only Chambers could hear him. “My love, this is just the beginning.”

[nazariolahela]

This is the most beautiful moment in this book and I’m so happy Chanevi got their HEA. 🥰

[bielrond]

Mr Chambers and Mr Konevi are my favorite side-pairing in any choices book by far!!

[itsbrindleybinch]

[drakenazario]

Chanevi Thoughts

This may have been answered already but if you didn’t pay to keep Mr. Konevi in Book One, is he still part of the OTP Chanevi in Book Two (and did they ever explain how he stuck around).

I paid diamonds to keep in Book One because I’m a sucker for those two!

[andthatisnotfake]

I wanted to post the last of my birthday drabbles this weekend, but I still haven't managed to write them because I still have no idea what to write about. I've looked at several prompt lists, but nothing.

So if you've got any ideas for drabbles (literally 100 words) for any of the following pairings, please let me know: Gallavich, Narlie, Royai, Edwin and Chanevi.

Thank you ❤️

[lorirwritesfanfic]

Chanevi family portrait for @choicesnovchallenge2021​ day nine: adoption

(If you heard a squeal in the middle of night, it was probably me while working on this  😅)

[hellospunkiebrewster]

I’ve done a bunch of these already, but I’d love to do more of them for my favorites...

Ernest x Emmeline or Konevi x Chambers...

Send me an OTP + a number and I’ll tell you...

1) who can outdrink the other?

2) who says “I love you” more?

3) who has trouble sleeping alone?

4) who swears more?

5) who does more of the housework?

6) who forgets their anniversary?

7) who steals the duvet in their sleep?

8) who keeps the other awake at night with their snoring?

9) who finds stray animals and begs the other to let them keep them?

10) who usually makes dinner?

11) who plays their music out loud?

12) who hogs the bathroom?

13) who gives the most compliments?

14) who usually starts/causes arguments between them?

15) who isn’t afraid to embarrass the other in public?

16) who gives the other cringeworthy pet names?

17) who fusses over takes care of the other when they get sick?

18) who finds it impossible to stay angry at the other for long?

19) who clings to the other for comfort when they’re sad or scared?

20) who is more ‘physically passionate’? (hugs, kisses, or maybe more…)

[melodyofgraves]

Imperfect birthday (Chambers x Konevi)

A/N: I’m really late but I found this in my WIP folder and really wanted to finish it for Day 11 of @choicesmaychallenge

Word: around 900

Tagging: @hellospunkiebrewster @queerchoicesblog @brightpinkpeppercorn @itsbrindleybinch @akrenich @thehonorarybeaumont @robbiessutcliffe @the-writerly-night-owl @inkandfables @marlcasters + @kinda-iconic

Nothing was going according to plan, no matter how simple it seemed at first.

From the moment Chambers has told him that his birthday was coming up on Saturday, he also insisted on not making any fuss about it.

So they weren’t going to. Yusuf was just going to make them dinner and they were going to just enjoy each other’s company. Alone. No presents or anything excessive. Simple as that.

And of course, the barrister had to work longer than expected that day. And run into almost everyone he could run into and just had to make a little polite conversation with.

When he arrived at the townhouse, he was so late and annoyed he just let himself in, basically running through the door. It was just the two of them after all.

”Happy birthday, lov-“ he bit his tongue, coming face to face with an older woman that certainly wasn’t supposed to be there.”-lovely day, isn’t it, Mrs Perry?”

“It is, Mr Konevi.” she grinned. “I wasn’t aware you were coming today. If I knew, I’d bake a bigger cake... I think I could still fix you something else, just a few minutes...”

“No!” came a little too loudly from the parlour, soon followed by the man appearing in the doorway. Bartholomew quickly composed himself before adding. “Please do not worry, Mrs Perry. I appreciate all that you’ve done today but it would be terrible of me to keep you any longer.”

“Nonsense, Mr Chambers. I do not mind at all.” she smiled at him warmly and turned toward Yusuf. “I won’t be bothering you and your guest. I’ll just make you some tea and be on my way.”

“Oh no, it’s fine...” but before her employer could stop her, she was already gone in the kitchen.

“Shall we wait in the parlour?” the barrister gesture towards the room behind him. His host sighed and followed him towards the armchairs. “Happy birthday, sir.”

“Thank you.” the man nodded, still shifting in his seat and stealing a glance towards the kitchen.

“So how was your day so far?” Yusuf chuckled. “I see you cannot complain about the lack of company.”

“Yes... yes, it’s been quite special actually. I have to thank Mrs Perry for that. She made this delicious cake and all kinds of pastry.” he looked into his partner's eyes and added quietly. “So much pastry.”

“Knowing her cooking, I’m sure it was delicious.” he patted his hand lightly, now noticing how unusually pale his face was. “A shame I didn’t get a chance to try it.”

“There’s still some left!” came the voice from the kitchen that clearly wasn’t eavesdropping. “Would you like some with your tea, Mr Konevi?”

“I’d love to!”

“Here.” the housekeeper entered the room, placing the full tray on the table between them. Chambers’ eyes avoided it at all cost. “Anything else I can help with, gentlemen?”

“No, it’s alright, Mrs Perry.” Bart stood up a little too abruptly. “You’ve already done so much. Thank you.”

“It was a pleasure, Mr Chambers. I know how sad being alone on such an important day can be and just didn’t want you to be alone.” The lady beamed. “But seeing that you have a company, I can leave you in good hands now.”

And with a wink, she was out the door, leaving the couple in the parlour.

“I’m glad you’ve been in good hands before I’ve arrived, love.” Konevi stood up, gently brushing his lips against Bart’s.

“And I’m glad we’re finally alone.” he returned the kiss. ”I’m sorry. I told her she could go home early today but I just couldn’t convince her to do so.”

“You have to admit, that was very sweet of Mrs Perry to care for you like that. Especially today.”

“It was.” Bartholomew smiled, looking a little lost in his thoughts for a few moments. “And she seemed really happy about it too. I need to make sure to find out when her birthday is. So I can repay her somehow.”

“That’s a great idea.” Yusuf put a hand on his shoulder, giving it a little squeeze. “Would you like me to start working on that dinner?”

Chambers groaned, his face becoming even paler. “I’m terribly sorry, dear. It’s just... if I have anything more to eat, I know I’m going to be sick.”

“I understand. We can always do it another time.” he kissed his temple and guided him towards the chair. “I’m guessing you don’t want me to share then?”

After another groan, the barrister took a bite from the piece of pie placed on the tray. It was absolutely delicious.

“How many of these have you had today?”

“Are you asking about the pie or just sweets in general?” Bartholomew asked, barely able to look at what the man was holding.

“In general.”

“Too many.” he groaned again, letting his head fall back on the back of the armchair. “I cannot control myself around this much sugar. And Mrs Perry knows that.”

Konevi just chuckled. “I know it’s not the most festive way to spend your birthday but maybe you should go to bed now? You seem in need of some rest now.”

Chambers just nodded and put his around the man’s shoulder, allowing him to almost carry him upstairs.

And while spending his birthday in bed with a stomach ache was far from perfect, being in his love’s arms made it a little more bearable.

[nazariolahela]

Team Chanevi forever

[itsbrindleybinch]

Shut up I'm gonna cry 😭😭😭

Miss Parsons preaching to the choir!

Chanevi must be protected at all costs!

[itsbrindleybinch]

[lorirwritesfanfic]

A Love Like A Love Song

thor's note: And here I am ignoring my series because I'm in the mood for Chanevi fluff. Very late submission to @choicesnovchallenge2021​​ [Original characters are creations of this author. The others are owned by Pixelberry Studios]

Book: Desire & Decorum (modern day AU) Pairing: Bartholomew Chambers x Yusuf Konevi Rating: T Word count: 1736 Reading time: ~7min Summary: Bartholomew reminisces about days he didn't believe he could truly love someone so deeply. Based on the prompts: Choices November Challenge - day twenty three: dance / The Man I Love

A gentle breeze caressed Bartholomew's face as he watched a flock of seabirds soar through the sky from the balcony of his hotel suite in Puerto Vallarta. Away from the cold weather and judgmental looks in UK, he took a deep breath, savouring the much needed fresh air and deep feeling of bliss. In the background, the rhythm of a song he knew so well brought back memories of a time he almost believed he wouldn't live a moment like this.

Three years earlier

"Yes!"

Bartholomew cheered as he managed to open another glass of wine and poured it in two glasses whilst Daphne placed another charcuterie board on the coffee table.

"Look at you spoiling your guests even when you're sloshed. Lady Dominique would be proud," he grinned, reaching for a slice of Gouda cheese.

"Somehow I doubt she would be proud to see me this drunk."

"Please... Don't tell me you think the senior ladies book club stay up until one in the morning drinking tea."

"They don't?" She stared at him in utter shock as her friend snickered. "So that's why she always shooes Briar and I out of the library and locks the door whenever she hosts the book club!"

"Sweetie, we're British. Drinking is what we do."

Daphne then sat up, straightening her posture. "But I need to slow down a bit. I haven't even reached drinking age here in US."

"That didn't stop you from getting hammered with Hamid last week." He gave her a Cheshire cat smile and began to sing. "You and your Turkish prince sitting in a bar. K-I-S-S-S-S-I-N-G!"

"I don't think kissing has that many S."

"It does if you spend enough time kissing."

The two of them lied on the ground as they burst out laughing.

"Oh my goodness, we're so drunk..." Daphne said, brushing a finger on the corner of an eye to wipe a tear.

"That we are..." Bartholomew grinned then cleared his throat. "So... Are you seeing him again?"

"Yep."

"Atta girl! When?"

"Next Saturday. We're going to that bookstore that sells used books. He said they have a lot of hidden gems there and the coffee shop upstairs is delightful."

"A date in the coffee shop of a bookstore..." He pressed his hand to heart and sighed. "I miss having coffee shop and bookstore romances..."

"And you can have them. Just give yourself a chance to actually meet people."

"It's not easy to find anyone who wants my number for more than a booty call."

"I disagree. I think you're not paying enough attention to the people around you..."

"What?"

She replied with a secretive smile.

He turned to the side, arching an eyebrow. "What are you hiding from me, Daphne?"

"Nothing. I couldn't possibly hide something obvious..."

"Then who is it?!" He sat up glaring at his friend, but as she smiled slyly, his brows went up. "Yusuf?"

Daphne nodded.

"First of all, it wasn't that obvious. I only figured it out it's him because the other gay people we both know are those brainless creatures who settle for being Felicity's GBFs."

"As if she ever saw them as friends..."

"Exactly, but back to my point. He was friendly with me just like he was with everyone else. Plus, he's so polite and formal..."

"He's discreet and he was formal because he was invited to an impromptu party that he only knew one person. And since when is being polite a bad thing?"

"I didn't say it's bad. But I don't know... By the way, how do you know he's into me?"

"I have inside information."

"He told Hamid?"

"Who told me Yusuf keeps fiddling with his phone wondering if he should text you or not."

Bartholomew's mouth fell open.

"I told you he's just discreet."

"As in closeted, right?" He made a face.

"Bartie, do you see what you're doing right now?"

"Yes..." Bartholomew frowned and laid back on the ground next to his friend as a jazz song played in the background. "Ugh... Why do I do this? Why don't I believe I can have a love like the ones Ella Fitzgerald, Etta James and Billie Holiday sing about?"

"I don't know..." Daphne stared at the ceiling, pondering her words. "Maybe it's the bad history we've been having lately. Maybe it's the fear of the unknown. Or all the above."

"We do have a terrible love history."

"Yeah..."

"Daph, do you think love really is a losing game?"

"No. I know things rarely work out the way we hope for, but we can't always assume the worst. Sure, maybe you'll find out you have zero things in common with Yusuf and his beauty and politeness won't make up for it. Maybe you'll realise he's a wonderful person and you'll be great friends. Or maybe he'll be the man who will make you feel every word when you sing Ella Fitzgerald. But there's only one way to know for sure."

"Placing my bets."

"Exactly. I understand your concern about the possibility of Yusuf being closeted, but you haven't even gave it a shot."

Bartholomew nodded. He was sabotaging himself again. "He's so easy on the eyes."

"And clever, worldly, fun to be around, definitely into you." She waggled her eyebrows.

He chuckled. "All right, I got it. You're working with Hamid on this. I'll call him."

He then started to pat himself, looking for his phone. But as he finally found it, Daphne pulled the device from his hand.

"Wait! You can't call him now!"

"What? Why?"

"If you want to be taken seriously, you can't call him when you're hanging out of your arse."

"Good point. I'll call him tomorrow."

"No. Text him now."

"But you said it yourself I'm too drunk to talk."

"Because you'll sound drunk. But for texting, your drunkness might be useful."

"Hm... I see what you're doing there..." He smirked. "Well played."

"Good. Now text him."

The lady then moved closer to see what Bartholomew was typing and started to make a few suggestions.

...

A week later

In the corner booth of the restaurant chosen by his date, Bartholomew couldn't stop staring at Yusuf. He wasn't sure if it was his astonishing good looks, how easy the conversation flowed or how sweet he was. He could barely fathom how pleasantly surprised he was with this night.

"I'm glad you chose the wine. I know nothing about them," Yusuf confessed.

"Oh, me neither. I just like drinking."

The two men laughed. Bartholomew glanced again at his lips. Plump, luscious, adorned by a well trimmed beard. But whenever he smiled, his dazzling pearly whites brightened his features and most likely the entire room as well. How is this man still single?

"So you've been friends with Veronica and Hamid for a long time?"

"With Hamid, yes. We met in elementary school and we've been friends since then. But we only met Vee in Cambridge. What about you and Daphne?"

"I met Daphne as soon as she arrived in UK, and even though life separated us because I'm older, we became close right away. Outsiders must stick together."

"I agree." Yusuf grinned.

Just then, the waiter arrived with their desserts, served them and left.

"Your chocolate pie looks delightful," Bartholomew commented.

"I can share it with you, if you can handle a little bit of cayenne pepper."

"I can."

That was a lie. His tolerance to spicy food went little to non-existent. But as he noticed Yusuf using his own fork to offer a piece, he couldn't refuse. Doing his best to handle the burning sensation in his tongue, he savoured it slowly and found the dessert splendid.

"Do you like it?"

"It's not something I'd usually go for, but yes. It's amazing!"

"If it's too much for you, a spoonful of your ice cream will help," Yusuf suggested, lifting the same fork to his lips, even though it barely had any pie in it.

Bartholomew followed the suggestion without taking his eyes off his date.

"You told me about your field of study before and it got me intrigued. Why are you thinking about choosing ornithology?" Yusuf asked.

"I've always been fascinated by birds. They descend from dinosaurs, yet many of them are so delicate and small. Some birds build their own homes, some sing, others have the ability to fly, which is something us humans have been trying to reproduce for centuries. Many are free to fly long distances with their flock or by themselves. And in a nature full of polygamous species, some birds choose a single partner for life."

A broad smile spread across Yusuf's lips, gazing intently at Bartholomew, who continued to speak.

"Birds seem unevolved in the evolutionary scale, but they have traits and abilities we might never achieve."

"I guess I never saw birds from this perspective. It seems we have a lot to learn with them about adapting, about freedom..." Yusuf looked around and sighed several straight couples glided on the dance floor as a soft jazz song played by the band on stage. “For instance, I’d love to feel free and do things like dancing this song with you. Alas, we live in a world where society would be scandalized to see two men slow dancing. That is to say, if you ever said yes to dancing with me.”

Bartholomew nodded, realizing he was indeed right about his suspicions. But it surprisingly didn’t bother him. “I understand. And I’d only say no to dancing with you if you had a poor taste in music, which is not the case.”

The two of them chuckled.

“Save me a dance some other time?”

“I’ll hold you to that, Mr. Konevi.”

Bartholomew was about to return into the suite when a strong frame pressed against his back and began to lead him into a slow dance. “Hey! You were supposed to ask!” He mockingly protested.

“Forgive me, my darling,” Yusuf whispered, nuzzling his neck as their bodies still followed the rhythm of the song. “I saw the opportunity and I had to take it.”

“If you think you can just swoop in and take me to dance…” Bartholomew turned around, his playful glare dissolving into a grin. “You’re absolutely right.”

“Can I assume you’re going to say yes to dancing with me at the LGBT ball at the cruise you’ve been talking about all week?”

“You got the tickets?”

“I got the tickets.”

“Yes!” Bartholomew threw his arms around his partner, hugging him tightly. “I’ll always say yes to you, my darling.”

Yusuf chortled, caressing his partner’s back softly.

“I feel like we’re truly living a love like the ones in love songs,” Bartholomew breathed.

“I agree. Then again, I wouldn’t expect anything less from us.”

Still following the beat of the song, the couple continued to dance in the balcony until the sun disappeared in the sky.