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[merryfortune]

i just looked through my fic ideas dump and chose

#merry muses

[merryfortune]

Peck

Written for 100ships Challenge on Dreamwidth

Prompt #41 Dove

Ship: Snowangelshipping | Asana/Chevelle

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! SEVENS

Word Count: 1,899

Rating: T

Warnings: No Warnings Apply

Tags:  Fluff, First Kiss, Humour, Puberty Blues, Misunderstandings,  Mild Innuendo

  Asana had been thinking about it for a while now but it was probably time for her and Chevelle to have their first kiss.

  She had come to this conclusion after much thought. It just seemed like the next milestone they ought to achieve. After all, they have been on a handful of dates already in the short time they had decided to officially court as it were and they had also spent many moments holding hands.

   Though, it was in the sweetness of holding hands that Asana did predict a possible issue. Chevelle liked to go very slowly, it appeared. Asana did not mind but she still distinctly recalled the very first time they had held hands as a romantic act rather than a platonic one. It most certainly caught Chevelle up in a flurry, it made Asana laugh - both now and then - but she wondered if it was an omen that was going to set the tone for the rest of the relationship milestones that she envisioned for them both.

   Chevelle had lovely hands. They were magician’s hands, long slender fingers with a soft palm. Although, none but Asana knew this privilege given that he wore white gloves all the time but Asana had her tricks.

   She had invited Chevelle up to their private garden on the roof for a high tea. It was their favourite locale for a casual date; the sort of date that didn’t count towards Asana’s personal tally of all the dates that they had ever been on. Teatime and high teas were their private time to bond, not necessarily to date. There was a distinction though even Asana, ever eloquent, did often fail to explain it but Chevelle understood and agreed with her on that note. Though in this instance, high tea could absolutely be a date since Asana had big plans and she enacted them well before they got to the roof.

   She slipped out her hand to Chevelle’s right arm and interlocked it. Asana moved in closer and soon enough, she had Chevelle entangled in her own arms, making him a blubbering, blushing mess. But Asana didn’t stop there, although Chevelle’s reaction was already both sweet and satisfying. She slid her hands down Chevelle’s arm and put her fingers under the fabric of his gloves.

   He looked fit to protest her, even Trapigeon, ever loyal on his shoulder was making a loud fuss, but Asana came well prepared for any duel and love was absolutely the be all and end all duel. She nuzzled in even closer as she held onto his hand: both of hers locked over his, fingers entwining, toying with the glove, threatening to turn it loose, and then Asana gave Chevelle the look. It was utterly angelic. She batted her big, blue eyes at him and suddenly, her little dove was singing a very different tune to the embarrassed and rebuked one that he was trying to muster.

   “You are a sly one, princess.” Chevelle swallowed his initial reaction as Asana held his hand, playful and tugging at him, slowly wriggling off his glove until they had skin to skin contact. It was utterly scandalous. Salacious, even.

   But just once was enough to get Chevelle hooked on the idea of escorting Asana around like a true gentleman. Sometimes with gloves on, sometimes not. Now, Chevelle was comfortable walking around anywhere holding hands with Asana. On the school grounds, even in the corridors, and whilst on their dates around the scenic and romantic spots of Goha City, too. 

   However, that had been a while ago now and whilst it was a very special memory that Asana cherished, she thought it was high time to make some more like that. She loved the feeling of Chevelle’s hands - they were delicate yet made her feel safe to hold onto - and thus, she had no doubt in her mind that she would love the sensation of Chevelle’s lips as well. She had found herself observing him as he drank tea or ate sandwiches at their private tea parties. He carried himself exactly like a bird, behaving as though he were brittle and because of that, his demeanour was of grace and poise. Asana had never been kissed before but she was certain that if it was Chevelle, it would be entirely gentle and she couldn’t imagine a more wonderful thing.

   So, it was time to strategise once more and once more, her old faithful prevailed. She would be direct and forthright, no trickery or traps. So, she chose a date from the calendar and per her expectations, it was going to be a splendid afternoon for a tea party. Just herself and Chevelle, separated only by a multi-tiered display for their exquisite cakes, sandwiches, and other treats the Goha Sixth Elementary School cafeteria could provide. After all, it wasn’t just going to be her first kiss, it was going to be Chevelle’s as well, so Asana planned accordingly and she thought nothing would appeal to him more than familiarity and comfort, underneath a blue sky. She was swooning now just thinking about it.

   When the day came, Asana could not have been more pleased with the weather and had pep to her step all day. It surprised even Chevelle who had no idea that Asana intended to spring the possibility of their first kiss on him but was excited nonetheless for another of their tea parties.

   The wind was mild and the day itself was pleasantly balmy. There had been a soft rain the prior night and as such, the garden still glistened with a tender rain, making everything bloom brighter and more vivid. Their table by the garden centrepiece was set already with white linen table cloths and a display laden with macarons, meringues, and cucumber sandwiches without the crusts. It could not have been more perfect.

   Asana sighed happily as even though she had been the one to organise all this, it was Chevelle who was leading her through the garden bed paths that burgeoned with verdant flowers to their private spot. Hands entwined, of course. 

   “My lady.” Chevelle told her as he pulled out a chair for Asana.

   “My gentleman.” Asana returned the chivalry and sat down, Chevelle tucking her in. He then joined her by sitting at the chair across from her, the only other chair, of course.

   Chevelle smiled as he made an all but impossible selection from the goods in front of him and it was such a feather soft smile, it made Asana’s heart skip a beat. She watched, more eager than she meant to, as he gracefully poured out a warm cup of earl grey tea then took a sip. It only affirmed to Asana that she most definitely wanted to have their first kiss right here, right now and thus, threw all caution to the wind whilst Chevelle savoured that first taste of tea.

   “Pardon me, Chevelle,” Asana interrupted him and his eyes flicked up to her.

   “Yes?” he replied.

   “Have you ever thought about kissing me?” she asked, blurted out, really. She surprised even herself with just how uncouth she sounded.

   Chevelle’s eyes widened, he went bright red, “I - I could never.” he sputtered. “That would be entirely indecent of me.”

   “O-oh.” Asana murmured. She was uncertain as to how she ought to feel in the face of such a response.

   “We are far too young to be deflowering ourselves like that.” Chevelle continued, rambling and embarrassed.

   Asana blinked. It was just a kiss. Actually, it was just the mere proposition of a kiss. What was all this about being deflowered? Her eyebrow twitched as it just began to dawn on her but there may have been a misunderstanding between herself and Chevelle.

   “A-And what would I say to Galient? To my parents? No, it is far too early for us to even think about introducing chicks into our relationship.” Chevelle asked and his poor face was just getting redder and redder.

   “Chevelle!” Asana yelped. “Please, stop, I believe there is some confusion.”

   “Confusion?” Chevelle echoed. “Whatever confusion could there be, you are clucky already and I am still barely out of the nest. I could never kiss you because the consequences could be dire, I’m not ready to be a father.”

   Asana’s heart quaked and she wanted ever so badly to laugh at Chevelle but fortunately, she suppressed the impulse, “Chevelle, why are you under the impression that a kiss could, well, bear offspring?”

   “My parents have given me the birds and bees talk, of course. A kiss is what leads to the insemination of the egg.” Chevelle explained, indignant and folding his arms to prove his indignation.

   “I see.” Asana replied and she finally understood this situation. She nodded her head in deep though. “Chevelle,” she said, “I think you need someone else to give you the birds and the bees talk, because, er, when humans kiss… It does not turn out like that, not without a lot more… Machinations of the body, let’s say. However, I believe the kiss you were taught about was the cloacal kiss and I can assure you, I do not have one so no risk of chicks.”

   Chevelle, who had finally returned to his usual pallor after huffing and puffing and rambling, turned bright red once more. He agonised in embarrassment and Asana finally permitted herself a polite giggle at Chevelle’s expense. He couldn’t blame her. That was quite a mishap to make and though he had his hands in his face, he took a breath and was able to give Asana a sane and proper answer to the question that had catalysed this incident.

   “Asana, my princess,” he spoke very slowly, “I would be honoured to kiss you. Just once, though, just in case.”

   “So a little peck then?” Asana clarified.

   Chevelle slowly set down his hands and nodded, “That sounds perfect.” he replied.

   So, even though they had just sat down, they already got up again for there was a far more enticing treat than those piled high on the displays. Asana was suave as she got up, Chevelle was far more nervous than her and his hands shook. It was cute, making Asana giggle a small giggle, a superfluous breath, really.

   She stood close to Chevelle who appeared to want a bit more space. The compromise was awkward, not quite close enough but too far either and gave Chevelle the room to breathe that he apparently needed. His poor cheeks with their high cheekbones were slick with a nervous sweat and his pale skin was pink once more.

   “Are you ready?” Asana politely asked.

   “As I’ll ever be on such short notice.” Chevelle warbled back to her.

   “Good.” Asana said and she was the one to swoop in.

   The resulting kiss was anything but romantic, nothing at all that Asana had imagined but the fragrance of earl grey tea wafted through it so she couldn’t complain. Chevelle’s lips were soft but fleeting. The kiss lasted less than six or seven seconds, easily, but even after such brevity, Asana’s heart beat faster in her chest and she savoured the soft sensation. Her fingers brushing over her own mouth whilst she watched Chevelle retreat. He hid his face in the crook of his arm, clearly panicking that he had done something scandalous but it was just a kiss. Just a peck.

#100ships challenge #snowangelshipping #yugioh sevens #sevens #yugioh #asana mutsuba #mutsuba asana #kayama chevelle #chevelle kayama #asachevelle #writing tag #this fic's success hinges on ppl having the same humour as me oops

[merryfortune]

I don’t you got asked this already, but what do you think of your icon’s backstory?

I haven't been asked this before but I have been spouting this nonsense wherever else I can, namely twitter and discord and oh for some reason I also mentioned it on incorrect-vrains-quotes but I absolutely chomping at the bit to say again: I LOVE IT

I love my little bird boy so much and I am so glad I was able to catch the AsaTai episode livestream last week (I've also got TVTokyo open rn to catch this next episode, hoping for a glimpse of Chevelle,,,)

It is absolutely pure sevens in the sense of dramatics (eg the reveal that he'd been caught under a blanket of snow which fell off a tree as opposed to the almost avalanche feel of the first episode but I imagine any amount of snow would unalive a small child so I digress) but its just pure concentrated yugioh in general

and oh boy oh does it push all the right buttons for me; i've said this once, I've said it a hundred times and I will keep saying it: if I had a dollar for every yugioh character who was adopted by a non-human person(s), was rescued by a light-haired character who would then later serve as a narrative arc boss, I'd only have two dollars but its weird that it happened not only twice but in consecutive series. Chevelle and Spectre are both my beloveds now.

or, um, Two dollars fifty if you count Rishid because whilst Mr Ishtar is (regrettably) human, his monstrous nature almost fits the bill and Rishid is on the cadidate of favourite DM character list.

but yes!!!! I love Chevelle's backstory!!!! It blew me away when I caught the livestream for his duel with Rook and I felt so blessed that I got to see more of it last week but I saw that others had this problem too. It was hard to focus on the baby sapphics when all you could think about was the scene before where its revealed that Chevelle's parents are pigeons. I'm hoping that because story beats typically come in three, that there will be another episode where we get Chevelle lore. I want to know more about the Kayama Delivery Service so bad!!! so here's to hoping

like when the Heavy Cavalry Duel Club's designs were first revealed, Chevelle immediately appealed to me and now that we know more about him, I am so thankful they decided to create a character who was clearly meant for Me

also I'll be posting my first Chevelle fic next Thursday :3c its an AsaChevelle sick fic ft nesting

also also I use the Yugipedia translations for Chevelle and Trapigeon's names jsyk

#random asks #sevens #yugioh #i should come up with a chara tag for chevelle.... and also add a chevelle channel to my discord