#amarendra x devasena

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Naatpu - 2

Ponniyin Selvan X Bahubali Crossover

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The sun had set a while ago. Vandiyathevan was left in his chambers to rest before dinner. He'd tried hard to find the man who'd made Devasena herself fumble, but to no avail. What was his name again....ah Shivudu! He'd been hit by a bull, oh no to be precise he'd been stood infront of a bull to fight. Yuvarani had assumed that the man was walking around masquerading. And well, then he got hit and was now resting in his chambers. It was absolutely necessary to let Aditha know about his dear friend's new *ahem* interest, thus he had sent him a pigeon post hours ago. Devasena had left to prepare for a Krishna Pooja, leaving behind a daasi to serve to Vandiyathevan's needs. Oh and was he served.

"Yuvarani is not the kind to fall in love and bleh bleh, but something has happened to her in the past week."

"Oh I heard that too."

"She refused a proposal from a massive empire and-"

"Let me guess. And people assume it's because of Shivudu....?"

"Exactly!" The daasi exclaimed immediately shushing herself being aware of her surroundings.

Vandiyathevan smiled at her. Wasn't this all he needed after weeks of spying around? A friend to spill some tea with. Vindhya had been Devasena's Sakhi since they were children.

"And what does the yuvarani have to say about that?"

"Of course she denied it." Vindhya said huffing and stretching her hands towards her knees. "But of course the blush across her face betrayed her."

Vandiyathevan remembered how Devasena had teased him about Kundavai that very evening.

"But I agree with the yuvarani, Shivudu definitely looks like he's playing around. Especially his uncle. His antics give everything away."

She was interrupted by the blow of a conch. Vandiyathevan immediately drew his sword close. "No no, that's alright. It's just the Krishna Pooja. It must be starting now." The sound of the conch was immediately replaced by the sound of a flute and then a melodious voice. He moved towards the balcony to hear the melody better. He suddenly turned back. "That's....the yuvarani singing?" He asked, receiving a small nod from a grinning Vindhya.

Vandiyathevan looked back to grab a glimpse at Devasena but instead caught someone else trying to catch a glimpse. Shivudu and his mama were out resting against the pillars grinning at each other from time to time. Oho so the attraction was mutual. Of course it was, how can one not fall for the yuvarani. The man looked familiar. His uncle not so much. He informed Vindhya and scurried downstairs towards the men. Shivudu wouldn't stay put for a second. He'd sprint all around the palace, wherever the melody flowed. The Pooja finally came to an end and so did the song. Shivudu had now dozed on a branch under the moonlight. Vandiyathevan waited for the surroundings to clear up. After a while, he slowly tiptoed to the branch, whispering "Shivudu....heyy Shivudu.....".

Amarendra opened his eyes to see Vandiyathevan up close, and almost drew out his dagger. But soon remembered the act he had put on. He pretended to roll off the branch before Vandiyathevan caught him. "Heyyy!!! Arasan. Arasan. Don't be afraid." Vandiyathevan whispered looking around to make sure he hadn't alerted anybody else. He rested on the branch signalling at Shivudu to relax as well. "I heard you hurt your hand today morning, how are you now?"

" I- I'm well s-sire" Shivudu replied. Vandiyathevan sighed. This was so obviously a play. The man fumbled his words, but didn't have an ounce of fear in his eyes. He shook his head down repeatedly, but his shoulders remained stiff and sturdy. Even when he was woken up suddenly, there was no fear rather he was in a posture of defence. And to top it all, Shivudu hadn't shown any signs of an injury until he brought the topic up. Even now he was only slightly cradling his "injured" arm.

"Good" Vandiyathevan muttered after several moments, "Why don't you go to your chambers and rest. First of all you've injured one of your arms. Now if you'd fallen off the branch and hurt the other? No no that shall not happen. Come let me help you to your chambers." He now looked at Shivudu to see him gazing up. He looked up to see Devasena finishing the final Aarti to the moon. "It was a beautiful lullaby wasn't it?" Vandiyathevan asked suppressing a giggle. "Absolutely" Shivudu answered still under Devasena's spell, which was broken by a giggle soon after.

Shivudu tried to return back to his character, but was so speechless by his view that he just stood there trying to speak while still staring at the yuvarani. Vandiyathevan had had the time off his life seeing all this. "That's no problem, I absolutely understand how much you loveeedd the lullaby, so let's get you to your chambers now shall we?"

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For @avani008.

Filling the request for the Baahubali Alphabet Challenge- D for Devasena, romantic relationship: Amarendra/Devasena- Words left unsaid.

Accompanying fic to the edit- 

In the 25 years of hell that Bhalla had visited on Devasena, everyone said that she remained strong, unshaken. Devasena alone knew how much she had shaken, still shook. Yes, she had never lost hope that Mahendra would come back, that she would get her justice. But she had to work hard to keep a hold on her sanity.

Baahu had helped her then. Even though he wasn't physically present, she tried to keep him alive her spirit, her heart. However hard she tried, her memories of her Baahu, her Veera were turning slippery, elusive, losing themselves day by day.

Until then. Kattappa Maama's voice weaved their story in words and the memories came rushing back to Devasena. Baahu's inept acting, his steadfast courage at the first sign of adversity. Him holding her hands for the first time. Going together to Mahishmati. The Queen Mother's anger. Baahu staying by her side inspite of his mother's ire.

Maama kept speaking, and, unbidden, the montage of their marriage came to the forefront of Devasena's mind. Baahu staring into her eyes, the love he held for her clearly reflected on his face. Had they ever said "I love you" to each other? Devasena did not remember. But she did remember entwining her fingers in his, thinking 'I am his and he is mine'.

The memories kept coming. Baahu's silent grief at his family's continued rebuffs, grief that he always smothered with a smile, but was apparent to her nonetheless. The Queen Mother's simmering anger. The incident at the temple. Baahu alone believing in her innocence. Her own harsh and thoughtless words. The exile.

Baahu was not a man of many words, but they hardly needed any to understand each other. She could read the forlorn, lost expression on his face when he stared at the edifice of the palace, where his mother was. She had offered her silent sympathy and comfort, and, for him, that was enough.

She remembered the joy on his when he'd finally felt Mahendra moving, the exultant music he had played. The evenings spent in the sun's shadows. The last, silent goodbye kiss on her forehead. She remembered her Veera, her husband. Amarendra Baahubali.

Without her realizing, Devasena's eyes had closed. She opened them, and, for a moment, she saw her husband. The light shifted then, and Baahu's ghost became Mahendra once more.

Devasena smiled nonetheless. She had her husband where he belonged. In her heart, in her soul. She had her memories back, their words, both said and unsaid. She could begin healing now.

Also available on the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18785452/chapters/44730481

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Kanna Nee Thoongada, A Baahubali Fanfiction

Chapter Three - Jai Mahishmati

Word Count: 2269

Beneath the merciless sun and surrounded by stone, the Kuntalan delegation felt as though they would cook before the ceremony even began. The gardens and pools scattered across the city provided a reprieve for some, but not for the visiting royals, their seats of honour fully exposed to the belligerent, dusty heat. As Devasena strode forward, the empty throne of Mahishmati coming into view, she could not help but yearn for her waterfalls and rivers, the comfort of home. She became increasingly certain that Mahishmati held nothing favourable to her, and that she would demand a swift return home as soon as she had dealt with Shivdu, or whoever he was. 

At least, Devasena thought with pride, she was not invested in the pitiful competition that had emerged among the other delegations. Falling asleep the night before, Vaishnavi had recounted to her the whispers of the Mahishmati handmaids as she stared up at the tent canopy. The Raja of Vijayapuri, they said, had shamelessly boasted of the innumerable virtues his daughters possessed in front of the whole court, as though the show of arrogance would sway Sivagami Devi. The Raja of Trayambaka, they said, had showered the royal family in gifts and tributes, the finest silks, gold and jewels the country had to offer, as though the show of wealth would sway Sivagami Devi. And the most scandalous of all, the Raja of Madhulaipura, they said, had not even responded to the invite, instead Yuvrani Varuni had presented herself before the court, as though the show of boldness would sway Sivagami Devi. As Devasena walked passed them all she could feel their glares in her back, another rival to contend with as they clamoured for the attentions of one man. Well, Devasena thought, they are welcome to him. 

Not a moment had passed since Devasena had found her seat beside her brother when a roaring cry broke out amongst the crowd, resounding against the stone buildings until it was thunder - Jai Mahishmati! Jai Mahishmati! Jai Mahishmati! Almost in unison they turned, to see the great Rajamatha Sivagami Devi arrive in all her stately glory. Though silver streaked her hair, a warrior’s strength - a mother’s strength - remained deep in her bones, a dignity that surpassed the touch of years, and despite herself Devasena was in awe. A part of her had wondered, hoped even, that once the regal state in which she had been introduced diminished the Rajamtha would be revealed to be as any other woman. She was wrong. The woman that ascended the platform was nothing if not a queen of queens, second only to the divine - and she knew it. 

And then there was a rumble, like a storm brewing, and it was if the air itself chanted and sang for the kingdom. The anthem announcing the presence of Baahubali. 

But when the royal chariot passed her, and the king’s face came into view, Devasena saw that it was not Baahubali before her. Baahubali, the great prince, Baahubali, the esteemed warrior, Baahubali the future king, was not the trickster she saw. It was Shivdu arrayed in the finery of kings, it was Shivdu who ascended the steps to the throne, it was Shivdu who was blessed by Sivagami Devi herself. It was for Shivdu the people cried. Baahubali, Baahubali, Baahubali, a chant for a god more than a man, a chant for a king. 

Amarendra did not see her, however. He had imagined the moment their eyes met over and over again, ruminating on the exact expression she would wear when he sent her a mischievous grin. Would her beautiful, dark eyes grow wider when she recognised him? Would her lips part ever so slightly, before tightening into that familiar frown? He never found out, of course. The entire spectacle had overwhelmed him, the sunlight glinting off the gold of the crowd and their thunderous clamour seemingly separating him from the world. He had not been able to think of anything else except the pride so evident in the Rajamatha’s eyes as she crowned her Baahu king. 

After that, the new king was hurried away, back through the palace halls to prepare for the feast. Cloistered in his chambers, he attempted to regain his bearings, while his mother and Kattappa shone with pride beside him. Amarendra thought he could see all their hopes for the future in their faces, and not for the first time indulged himself in wondering what his future would look like as a king, as a husband, and then his heart gave a leap at the idea of him as a father. Of course, he had to do something very important before any of that might occur… He could not avoid the trickster grin that spread on his face at the thought of the yuvrani’s shock.

“Baahu, king or not, is the same I boy I raised,” Sivagami noted fondly, while Amarendra ducked his head in a bashful attempt to conceal his amusement.

“Your Majesty, I would say that he is the man you raised,” Kattappa suggested, and the Rajamatha laughed. 

“Yes, a great man, and a great king, too,” She said, and looked directly into her son’s eyes as she spoke. “You will live in legend, Amarendra Baahubali,” It was as though the very utterance of his name sent ripples in time, solidifying his place in folktale and lore for millennia to come. A name she had given him, when he was parentless and nameless. “Your reign will be long and glorious,” Sivagami would ensure it was so. Her throne may have been built on the blood of her enemies, but Baahu’s would be built on his strength and her toil. It was as it should be. 

“And fruitful, too, Amma,” At that, his mother shone, as he knew she would. For months he had been obedient to her and her wishes for him to settle down, but not actively interested in the future she had mapped out for him. Now, well, now Amarendra could see his future clearly. 

“You and your children will ensure that Mahishmati prospers for a thousand years,” Kattappa promised him, his face radiant at the prospect, and Baahu felt more elated than ever. His uncle would be a good grandfather for his children, when they came in time. 

“You should ready for the feast,” Sivagami directed, her mind moving fast. “All your esteemed guests will be in attendance,” All of your choices for a bride, Baahu understood it to mean.

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The Kuntala delegation had intended to arrive at the palace earlier than their international  counterparts, but Devasena realised that the banquet was clearly much anticipated when she stepped out of the palanquin to see that all the other royal guests had already been welcomed into the new king’s halls. It did not ease her mood, and so she could hardly be blamed, given the context, for her following actions. For, instead of accepting the blessings and welcomes of the nobility that awaited on the steps, she walked ahead of her congregation and without so much of a thought for majesty and royal propriety marched in through the door as though it were birth right to do so. 

The attendants stood dumbfounded at the sides, the officials gaped and the foreign diplomats quickly began to gossip. Of the Kuntala party, Jaya Varma was the only one who recovered in time enough to follow her, so accustomed was he to the unpredictable nature of his sister’s pride. He weaved through the frozen crowd in haste, leaving his queen to salvage the situation in a diplomatic, if panicked, fashion. It seemed, and not for the last time, that Deva was always leaving destruction in her wake after all. Not that she payed any heed to that, storming through the halls the princess had only one goal in mind, and she was determined to achieve it. 

“I demand a private audience with His Majesty,” She announced, coming to stand outside what was evidently the king’s quarters. The austere halls leading to it were littered in flowers and other festive ornaments, and they had appeared even more vast as she neared her target, the number of people reducing until it was just her and guards that sent curious looks her way, exchanging confused glances. 

As the yuvrani of Kuntala, the daughter of the most venerated ruler the kingdom still held in memory and it’s future queen, Devasena had rarely encountered someone who dared to refuse her. If it was not her status that intimidated them, it was demeanour, the manner of a warrior queen who’s iron will alone meant she could battle anything she encountered and triumph. Never in her life had she been responded to with mockery, therefore the guard’s reply, naturally, took her by surprise. 

“So would many other young women, my lady,” He joked, leering at her as he closed the distance between them. “Who are you to make a demand of a king?” 

“Yuvrani,” She corrected him coldly. Intimidation had never worked on her, and if he had been a smart man he would have seen the sharp edge in her eyes. “I am Devasena, yuvrani of Kuntala, and I demand an audience with His Majesty,” 

“How many more yuvrani shall request the same?” The guard asked, while his companion on the other side of the double doors watched apprehensively. “The shame of it!” He dared to add.

“I am the future queen of Kuntala, not a hopeful bride nor conquest, and you will do as I ask,” She repeated, enraged both by his insinuations and the insubordination. As if she had not already felt humiliated enough by Shivdu’s actions - or whoever he was, this Baahubali. 

The raised voice of the princess drew interest from a visitor, who had been sulkily making he was to pay his obediences to the new king. Even in his head, he thought of his brother’s new title with no small amount of bitterness. 

“Yuvrani,” A voice greeted her from behind, and Devasena snapped around to see him. Confronted by her furious gaze, the man before her did not balk away. 

“You are?”  

“The new commander of Mahishamti’s forces,” He introduced himself, clearly displeased by having to explain his status. “Bhallala Deva, son of Rajamatha Sivagami Devi,” Brother for the king. “You would have seen me being bestowed my rank,” Not that anyone had payed any interest to the commander in chief, not when King Baahubali was being crowned. “You are the yuvrani Devasena,” If he had not heard her fury from down the hall he could have guessed from her elaborate wardrobe, the blue hues of Kuntala wrapped proudly about her and silver swans adorning her. 

“Yes,” The yuvrani was struggling to maintain a cool exterior, despite all the rage and pride she had simmering just below the surface. There was something that unnerved her in his mannerisms, something that made her feel as though she was being scrutinised and assessed for weak points, like prey. Perhaps that was just the affect his eyes had on people. 

“You wish to speak with my brother?” Decorum dictated he refer to him as the king. Decorum could wait. 

“It is a matter most urgent, but I will not trouble you with it,” In the few seconds between her answer and his reply, Bhalla made an important calculation. A guess, a gamble, but one he considered worth the risk - the return was so much greater than the loss. 

“He will not be available for some time, I should think,” He said slowly, schooling his features into a mask. 

“It is his coronation day and the ceremonies are completed. What would keep him? Scheduling meetings would be inappropriate on such an auspicious occasion.” She demanded, clearly suspicious. He made her uneasy, and Devasena had learnt on the battle field to trust her instincts just as he had learnt how to take risks there. 

“It is household matters that concern him today, personal affairs and the like,” Bhalla answered without a pause. “If you must know, he is meeting with the Yuvrani Varuni. It seems he has a fondness for bold women such as her highness,” For a brief moment he saw the yuvrani’s perfect armour fail her, a flicker of her true thoughts passing over her face before they were gone, hidden, concealed among isolating mountains like her pretty kingdom. Was it hurt? Betrayal? Anguish? It was too fleeting to tell. 

If Devasena had been thinking straight, she might have seen the confused looks the guards behind the prince sent each other. She might have noticed how smoothly the words flowed, indicating a deliverer well versed in sly tricks and manipulations. She even may have listened to her heart, that railed against the very notion. Shivdu had tricked her, insulted her perhaps, but such slander was unjustified. Devasena, however, had always been someone who took action first, and reflected later. And that fact had the potential to destroy her.  

The regal delegation of Kuntala was not present at the feast that night. Rumour had spread of the fiery, impudent yuvrani that had stormed the palace in search of the king, and when she was refused access to him departed in a similarly thunderous manner. Some worried over what it meant for Mahishmati’s trade with the northern kingdom, or what the diplomatic implications of such a symbolic action meant for future relations. Most considered it a stroke of good luck, one less beauty for their preferred candidate to contend with in seeking the new king’s attentions. And if the new king looked disappointed, well, no one noticed. 

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[avani008]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Baahubali (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Devasena/Amarendra Baahubali Characters: Devasena, Amarendra Baahubali, Bhallaladeva, Sivagami Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Teenagers Summary:

In which Kuntala and Mahishmati continue to pursue a commitment to improved international relations.

[yugantaram]

Name: Al/Vidhur Vrika/thelonewolfwrites

Fic/Artwork/Podfic/Gifset: Fic

Fandoms : The Walking Dead (TV Show) , Baahubali (The Movies and The Lost Legends Series)

Creation Idea #1: Baahubali Canon-Era Eid Fic, Summary - Baahuabli is king and Queen Devasena wants him to truly join in with the people's festivities. For the small but significant Muslim community of Mahishmati, she decides to organize an inftaar party during Ramadan. Bhalla wants to help! (part of the vadinamma series)

Creation Idea #2: The Walking Dead, Summary - The reader is a young medic at Rick's Prison Camp and has taken a keen interest in Daryl Dixon, who is a loner. The magnetic tracker is an introvert and doesn't do 'small talk', will the reader's love be able to crack the shell of a man?

Creation Idea #3: Baahubali Reincarnation AU, Pārijāta Series, Summary - Set in the Baahubali Modern AU, Jai (Baahu) has an inscrutable relationship with his 'mardalu' - Devi, this fic series will explore how the reincarnated figures find themselves gravitating towards one another.

[tharun-kumar-world]

The Mirror Of Erised and Baahubali

Hello, some of you have seen or read the Harry Potter series and thus, know about The Mirror Of Erised from Harry Potter. Don't worry, I won't bore you by beating round the bush.

According to Harry Potter Fandom,

The Mirror of Erised is an ancient, ornate mirror. It has clawed feet and a gold frame inscribed with the phrase " Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi." The mirror shows the most desperate desire of a person's heart, a vision that has been known to drive men mad.

The Mirror of Erised is a magical mirror, which, according to Albus Dumbledore, shows the "deepest, most desperate desire of our hearts." The name "Erised" is "desire" spelled backwards, as if reflected in a mirror. The happiest and most satisfied person in the world would look in the mirror and see a reflection of them, exactly as they were, for they would then have no one and nothing more to yearn or desire for that the mirror could ever show them. But of course, it is intrinsically inherent for human nature to desire something greater than one's own self - meaning that an event wherein the mirror fails to carry out its intended purpose rarely, if at all, happens.

Now that you know what the Mirror Of Erised is, you may be wondering what it has got to do with the Baahubali series. Some of you have seen the Baahubali movies (Baahubali: The Beginning) and (Baahubali 2: The Conclusion), while some others have even seen Baahubali- The Lost Legends and some have read The Rise Of Shivagami.

Let me get started.

Mahendra Baahubali

His deepest and most desperate desire would be to see his father, Amarendra Baahubali and his mother, Devasena standing happily with him standing inbetween them. His grandmother, Shivagami also could be seen.

Devasena

Her deepest and most desperate desire would be to see her whole family once again, just once! So, she would see her parents, brother, sister-in-law, husband (Amarendra Baahubali), her son, Mahendra Baahubali as a child and maybe Shivagami. Besides, she may also see Kumaravarma. She will see herself immolating Bhallaladeva alive too.

Amarendra Baahubali

He would just see himself living happily with his family. His mother, Shivagami would be smiling as all differences between her, him and his wife would be solved. His wife, Devasena and their child would also be with him and they would happily stare back.

Shivagami

She would see her fathers name cleared (he was accused of being a traitor), would see herself making amends with Baahubali and Devasena and living happily with them. She would also see herself holding her grandson, Mahendra Baahubali.

Kattappa

He would see himself living happily with Amarendra Baahubali, who has forgiven him, Baahubali being the King of Mahishmati and Devasena being the queen. Kattappa would also see Shivagami making peace with the couple, and himself holding Mahendra Baahubali up in the sky. He may also see Bhallaladeva being killed, and Bijjaladeva paying for his crimes. He could’ve a desire to be free.

Bhallaladeva

Nothing except Mahishmati and Devasena being his slave would flash in front of him. That was his deepest and most desperate desire, to rule over the kingdom of Mahishmati and have Devasena bound in chains.

Bijjala deva

Like his son, even his deepest and most desperate desire was to rule over the kingdom of Mahishmati. He couldn’t rule, so his next deep and most desperate desire was to see his son rule. Literally, that was the only thing he cared for, since the time he was a boy.

These are the things these characters would see if they ever got to see the Mirror Of Erised. Harry Potter sees his parents and grandparents in The Mirror Of Erised because he has never known his family and his deepest and most desperate desire was to be with them. But, as Albus Dumbledore says, this mirror does not show you the practical reality. So it is never a wise idea to sit in front of such a mirror and waste your days.

I agree with Albus Dumbledore’s words. We have to work towards what we want, and not just sit brooding over the past. What do you say?

Meanwhile, you could also read what if the characters of Baahubali were sorted into Hogwarts houses.

Find me on thoughtslife in WordPress.

[rambheem-is-real]

What would you think of bahubali and rrr crossover?

Sita x Devasena (softie x fighter)

Avantika x Jenny (softie x fighter)

Amarendra Bahubalu x Bheem ( Both softies)

Bhallaladeva x Ram ( both mission-driven usually angry ppl)

This is the pairings i thought of. Let me know if any of these won't cope well.

ooh i’ve thought about this before and I personally really like avantika x seetha, so I would say jenny x devasena, but I agree with the others! especially amarendra x bheem lmao i know i’ve talked about that one on here

[kollyreign]

[dangermousie]

Hey there, mousie! Okay, my question is about Cheese in the Trap -- did you watch it? What did you think of it? A friend of mine watched it recently and had very harsh words for it... Oh and btw I watched Baahubali 2 recently and think its main ship of Amarendra x Devasena would be right up your alley!

I want to watch Baahubali 2.I hated Cheese in the Trap. It went off the rails in the second half in a manner I have not seen before or since and I have permanently put the PD of it on my "will not watch anything made by her" list.

[houseofbreadpakoda]

Now that my exams have gotten over I'd like to start writing again. So let's start off with the PS X Bahubali series

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Kanna Nee Thoongada, A Baahubali Fanfiction

Chapter Four - Diplomacy

Word Count: 2017

With the invitations to the coronation that spread to the foreign courts also went access to the Summer Palace on the banks of the great river. If any delegation had wished to prolong their stay, or if tents outside the city walls were deemed to uncomfortable for the esteemed guests, the palace had been graciously opened to them. At the time, Devasena had scoffed at such a show of decadence and wealth. When your home was a palace what need did you have for another, similarly grand estate? Now, however, it was a convenient refuge. If anyone should ask, the yuvrani had retired to the cool of the river after finding the capital’s heat too much to bear.

What Devasena had found there was in excess of anything she might have dreamed. Instead of the gaudy palace of gold and stone she’d anticipated, she found a sanctuary of lush, sprawling gardens. If not for the much more humid climate and the harsher sun, Devasena might have mistaken it for part of the river plains of Kuntala. The produce of the kingdom all came from the lower altitudes, where it was a fertile heaven of green. Perhaps if she had not come in such a dark mood, she may even have enjoyed her stay there. As it was, her righteous fury multiplied within the garden terraces.

The Kuntala delegation, however, remained in the capital, with the notable exception of the yuvrani and her handmaiden. Jaya Varma, on behalf of his sister, was reluctant to entertain discussion with the palace and instead remained mostly in his tent, in a similarly bad mood. Of course, he had never had the countenance to rival his sister’s anger, he had never met or heard of anyone who did, but he was sufficiently grumpy enough to wreck havoc within the confined quarters of a royal camp.

“Surely you attending is a greater punishment for Mahishmati than having you skulk in the shadows,” Sumitra said on the third day, when she’d finally lost patience with his antics. Devasena’s rage she was familiar with, even if she had yet to learn how to contain it, but her husband’s bouts of foul mood were few and far between, and so in all their years of marriage she had never grown accustomed to his discontented sighing. It irritated her beyond believe.

“What is your meaning?” Her husband had the nerve to ask, feigning ignorance. He knew full well his behaviour was unbecoming of his station and wearing his wife’s patience thin, but he was too petty at this stage to alter it.

“My meaning? My meaning?” Jaya Varma regretted his words instantly, “If you could express your vexation to this Baahubali rather than take it out on me, this entire issue would soon be over!”

“And how am I to do that? Shall I accuse the great king of Mahishmati of maliciously seducing my sister and demand an apology? It would cause a diplomatic crisis!” He answered. No, directly attacking this great state would only bring more humiliation to Kuntala and to Deva. After the prayer ceremony and his sister’s song word had spread fast that the yuvrani had fallen for the simpleton from Mahishmati, and she had done little to counter the claims. Everyone knew of her affections for him, and if it was revealed that this stranger was in fact the disguised Baahubali, well, it would likely not bode well for anyone involved. Excepting Mahishmati, of course, their empire had much to gain from undermining the small mountain kingdom and their future queen. It made them look weak, it made Deva look weak, and her brother worried for what the future would hold for them all.

“I’m not asking for a diplomatic crisis, I am merely suggesting that you discretely investigate this incident,” His wife said evenly, “I too feel betrayed, remember that I invited him into our home just as much as you did. This does not mean that we must break all ties, in my heart I can not believe he had any ill will against us,”

“No ill will? He stole into our household and-”

“His good nature never faltered, and that is a hard thing to feign,” She said. “You are our king, you must chose what path we will take, be it conciliatory or a severing of ties. Either way, you must stop your grumbling, I have had enough of it,” For the first time in days, a smile was on Jaya Varma’s face.

“You are right,” He said, “I will believe you when you say his intentions were good, if misguided, and investigate. Besides, we can not risk the good relationship the kingdoms share,”

“You will go and meet this Baahubali, then?”

“No,” Jaya Varma’s continued grin now unnerved his wife. “I shall send them someone who is more difficult to deal with than me in my foul mood,”

“What would be a curse greater than you in this mood?” Sumitra asked, only partially under her breath. Then it dawned on her. “Absolutely not. No. I forbid it, he’s not a diplomat, he’ll just disrupt-”

“Precisely,”

Kumara Varma was incredibly surprised when his brother-in-law entrusted him with  diplomatic relations between Kuntala and Mahishmati, and in the wake of the yuvrani’s dramatic scene no less. Despite his carefully cultivated reputation on the battlefield, ambassadorial positions had always been beyond his reach. They had never much interested him as a child, diplomats were not often granted glory in legends, and oh! how he aspired to be a legend, but in time he came to respect it. Any level of importance would earn esteem, and to have an opportunity to handle such an important issue, Kumara Varma was very surprised indeed.

As he walked up the long road to the palace, which was inconveniently constructed at the height of the city, he grew anxious as to what he should say. He began to react not asking his sister’s advice on how to even greet the king and Rajamatha. The strategy briefing they’d given him was worthless if he embarrassed himself outright by fumbling with the preliminary honours.

Greetings, Your Majesty, from Kuntala - No, no, much too informal. He was meeting a king, after all, and the king of Mahishmati after all. He was the most powerful man on the continent, he could not risk such familiarity.

Your humble servant Kumara Varma - Absolutely not! As brother-in-law to the king he was the second highest ranked man in Kuntala. Besides, his elder sister had clearly instructed him that he was to be firm and polite, ask for and accept apology, but to remain prideful, respecting Kuntala’s independence. That ruled out obediences too… What was he to do?

By then the heat was affecting him, he could feel the sweat trickling down his back, soaking his fine clothes, and his mind began to wander in dizziness. The sun was relentless, and the fact the stones trapped the scorching heat only worsened his condition. When he finally reached the steps to the great hall, all Kumara Varma could think was that at least Kuntala had the decency to hold court in a valley, not at the peaks of their mountainous terrain.

He found that all of his worries went to nothing, however, as when he entered the hall he considered himself fortunate not to have died from a heart attack. Kumara Varma had politely lowered his gaze, eyes trained to the floor as he approached the dais, and barely found the courage to look up when he came to a stop. When he did, he was rendered speechless from the shock, and could not have spoken if he tried. Understandably, of course, for in the high seat of Mahishmati sat none other than Shividu in place of the famed Amarendra Baahubali, newly crowned king and the greatest warrior living. Kumara Varma was reduced to staring, eyes and mouth wide open as Shivdu only grinned.

“Welcome, my friend, I am very glad to see you,” He said, stepping down off the throne and extending his arms to Kumara Varma. Unable to react, he stiffly accepted the embrace and felt the eyes of hundreds on his back.

“Baahu, you know our Kuntalan guest?” A woman questioned from the side, and Kumara Varma felt something drop in his stomach when he saw her. He did not need any help to recognise the Rajamatha Sivagami Devi, she was unmistakable. A Rajamatha that was under the impression that Shivdu was… That Shivdu was her son.

“I do, Amma,” The man before him said, “This is Kumara Varma, brother to the Rani of Kuntala, and a renowned warrior, brave of heart,” Coming from Shivdu the words were earnest and kind, though he had heard similar things said of him in mockery.

“It is good that the Kuntala delegation has returned to us,” The Rajamatha said, and perhaps she would have said more, but Shivdu spoke first.

“If it please the court, a reunion of friends is a private matter, I would adjourn the court for an hour. The Rajamatha will hear the urgent matters,” And with that Kumara Varma was whisked away, out of the hall and into an adjoining room before he could even comprehend what was happening.

“The Kuntala delegation has been absent since the coronation,” Shivdu said, turning to him once they were behind closed doors. “Then I am told that the yuvrani left for the Summer Palace. Kattappa was unable to find out why,” His friend, however, was unable to follow the conversation, let alone explain.

“You are Shivdu,” Kumara Varma said, backing away a little to see him fully. Undoubtedly, it was Shivdu. “And you are also Baahubali?”

“Yes, my friend, I am Amarendra Baahubali,” The king confirmed. “Do the rest of the delegation know?” Does Devasena know?

“Yes, they saw you at the coronation,” Kumara Varma had attended as well, but as he was not of royal descent he had been stationed a considerable distance away from the main event. He had only learnt later, after Devasena’s unfortunate outburst. “The yuvrani came to see you, for an explanation, but she was turned away,” Kumara Varma was nothing if not loyal, and the idea that Deva had been refused so callously made his blood boil.

“Devasena was here?”

“Yes, and was met with insult,” He had not been indulged by his sister in learning the details, she was wary of his tendency to gossip, but what he had learnt painted a dark picture.

“Insult?”

“There is a rumour that you were meeting with yuvrani Varuni, and so were preoccupied when she asked for an audience,”

“Lies,” Shivdu said, and for the first time Kumara Varma saw something other than a sunny countenance in his friend’s face. There was true rage written across his features.

“They made some crude accusations against her as well, from what I understand,�� Devasena had come barreling into the tent, her eyes ablaze, thundering about the indecency of guards and their assumptions, believing that she would act in such an unbecoming manner beneath her station. Kumara Varma had not heard much beyond that, as his sister and brother-in-law had followed trying to calm her down. “She left soon after,”

Before Kumara Varma could say anything more, Shivdu had pushed passed him and out the door, and all he could do was trail behind him. Some guards frowned at them as they walked, but few dared to question the king as he rushed across the palace halls, down countless stairs, until his companion realised they were in the stables and his friend was mounting a horse.

“Baahu?” A voice came from behind, and Kumara Varma turned to see a dark eyed man in armour approaching. “Where are you going at such a time?”

“Bhalla, tell Amma that I will be back soon,” Shivdu said, showing no indication that he would slow. “I have something important to do,” By the look of recognition on the stranger’s face, Kumara Varma might have guessed who had started such a vicious lie.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Baahubali (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Devasena/Amarendra Baahubali Characters: Devasena, Amarendra Baahubali, Bhalladeva, Sivagami Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Teenagers Summary:

In which Kuntala comes to Mahishmati ten years early.

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Tumblr-Exclusive Fic Index

Baahubali

Hitopadesa, 6 years later

Hitopadesa, 1 year later

Snippets from the future of “Amukha” and “Nidhana”

Amarendra and Devasena watching a teenage Mahendra flirt (badly)

Nidhana! Mahendra’s first steps

Four years before and eighteen years after Nidhana

A reformed Bhalla reflects in the future of a Nidhana AU

Sivagami POV, after the end of Chapter 2 of Nidhana

Two more things that never happened to Amarendra Baahubali

Dhivara, one year later

Nidhana-verse, four years before Chapter 1

Nidhana-verse, Bhalla, two years before Chapter 1

Nimaya, one year later

Kathaavali, Chapter 14, the darkest future

Kathaavali, Chapter 14, the brightest future

Vilomita, Amarendra/Devasena courtship x 2

Vilomita, Amarendra/Devasena happily ever after x 4

Bidaai, one month later

Amarendra/Devasena in Marsa

Five Times Amarendra Tried to Kiss Devasena in the Nidhana Verse

Five Things Amarendra Never Told His Mother

Five Things Avantika Wished She Could Be

Five Times Nidhana-verse Mahendra Sneaks Away

Five Decision Sivagami Regrets

Five Things We Never Learned About Bhallaladeva

Fic and Graphic, Grandmama Baahu backstory

Sumitra, Poetry Fic Meme

Devasena, Poetry Fic Meme

Amarendra, Poetry Fic Meme

Kumar Varma, Poetry Fic Meme

Bhallaladeva, Poetry Fic Meme

Sivagami, Poetry Fic Meme

Sivagami and Baahu Canon Divergence AU

Sivagami & (Grand)mama Baahu Drabble x 2

Amarendra/Devasena, Mamihlapinatapei

Devasena & Sivagami, Strikhedonia

Sivagami & Mama Baahu, Capernoited

Five Things About Varuni (Nidhana-verse)

Shakti & Mahendra, Vanmost, (Asi-Verse)

Bhalla, Storms

Mama and Papa Deva, Latibule

Devasena & Jayasena, reunion in the rebel camp

Devasena, Five Kisses That Never Were

Sivvu, Five Things She Learned

Five Things Kattappa Left Out of His Story

Amarendra/Devasena, Happiness

Sivagami & Bhalla, Gamble

Gopu & Mahendra, post-Nidhana

Bhalla, Nimaya-verse drabbles x 4

Three Promises Devasena Broke and One She Did Not

Three Ornaments Mama Deva Valued, And One Weapon She Had

Three Ways Sumitra Did Not Die, and One Life She Never Lived

Three Lives Sivagami Saved, and One She Destroyed

Three Letters Grandmama Baahu Sent, and One She Never Did

Three Names Mama Baahu Considered Giving Her Children, and One She DId

Three Ornaments Devasena Valued, and One Weapon She Mastered

Three Ways Sivagami Did Not Die, and One Life She Never Lived

Three Ways Avantika Did Not Die, and One Life She Never Lived

Three Promises Sivagami Broke, and One She Kept

Three Secrets Sivagami Kept, and One She Revealed

Three Conversations Sivagami and Devasena Should Have Had, and Once They Should Have Stayed Silent

Three Times Baahu and Bhalla Laughed Together and Once They Wept

Baahubali/Devasena, missing scene discussing the three-arrow trick

Multiple 3+1 fills, Devasena

Multiple 3+1 fills, Mama Baahu

Multiple 3+1 fills, Mama Deva

Mama Deva, Fairy Tale Fusion

Mama Baahu, Fairy Tale Fusion

Devasena, Fairy Tale Fusion

Fic and Graphic: Amarendra/Devasena, Remington Steele fusion 

Fic and Graphic, Devasena, modern AU/Abhinav prequel

One Sentence Fic Index Post - various fics, often AU, for most of the main characters (Now expanded to include non-BB fics/characters, too!)

Headcanon Meme - Not an official fic, but collections of head canons each on various characters, mostly in the Baahubali Universe.

* Also check out the Pongal Prompt-a-thon Index Post, which lists even more of my Tumblr-only fic, as well as the amazing things my friends wrote which should not be missed!

Brooklyn 99

Ensemble, 10 sentence fic meme

Jodhaa Akbar

Bakshi Banu Begum, 10 sentence fic meme

5 Times Jalal and Adham were Brothers, and One Times They Were Not

Graphic: Movie Star AU: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Five Things That Never Happened to Ataga Khan

Bakshi & Jalal & Adham, childhood

Five People Bakshi Banu Begum Never Loved

10 Sentences, Jalal, Jodhaa, and Sujamal

Jaidev/Jalal  x2   x3   x4   x5  x6   x7  x8   x9  

Bakshi & Sujamal, Hogwarts AU

Sujamal & Bharmal, Oneirataxia 

Salima & Neelakshi, Psithurism

Bakshi/Sujamal, Post-Canon AU

Five Gifts Jalal Gave Jodhaa

Three Promises Hamida Broke and One She Did Not

Five People Who Taught Bakshi Banu Begum Something

Three Places Rani Padmavati Wanted To Visit, and One She Did

Jalal and Jodhaa, the swordfight scene

Salima, backstory

Jodhaa, just pre-Azeem-O-Shaan-Shahenshah

Fic and Graphic, History AU, Akbar and Elizabeth Tudor Form an Alliance

Mahabharata

Arjuna, Poetry Fic Meme

Subhadra & Draupadi

Kunti & Others

Brihannala & Uttara

Five Scars on Draupadi’s Body

The Mythology Alphabet Fic Challenge Index Post

Bhanumati, Amorevolous

Devaki/Vasudev, Tenderness

Uttar & Uttara, pre-Kurukshetra

Five Things We Never Learned About Sudheshna

Savitri: Five Sentences

Lakshmanaa: Five Sentences

Devaki/Vasudev, Trembling Hands

Rukmini & Draupadi, Friendship

Balarama and Krishna, Good Cop/Bad Cop

Five Things the Pandavas Took With Them Into Exile

Sudeshna & Her Children, Happiness

Bhishmuka & Krishna

Rukmini & Her Mother

Five People Who Visited Bhishma

Five Kisses That Never Were- Karna/ His Wife

Krishna/ Rukmini

Krishna/Rukmini, Celeberrimous

Krishna & Balarama

Five Times Draupadi Trusted Yudhisthira

Flower Meme, Multiple Couples

Three Things Draupadi Learned From Her Mother, and One She Taught Her Children

Three Secrets Kunti Kept, and One She Revealed

Five Times Arjuna Surprised Subhadra

Parikshit’s Favorite Family Member

Three Lives Kunti Destroyed, and One She Created

Three Gifts Radha Gave, and One She Received

Three Letters Rukmini Never Wrote, and One She Did

Three Names Draupadi Wanted to Give Her Children and One She Did

Three Ways Draupadi Did Not Die and One Life She Never Lived

Three Promises Bhanumati Broke and One She Kept

Three Conversations Krishna and Arjuna Should Have Had, and Once They Should Have Stayed Silent

Three Ways Karna and Arjuna Never Met and One Way They Parted

Three Times Arjuna and Draupadi Dreamed of Each Other, and Wish They Made

Three Conversations Draupadi and Krishna Should Have Had, and Once They Should Have Remained Silent

Devaki and Ugrasena, after their release from prison

Vaivasvati (Savitri & her siblings, gen)

Miscellaneous Movies

Om Shanti Om: Shanti, Five Sentences

K3G: Pooja, Five Sentences

Sholay, Radha, Pillar

Sholay, Basanti, Unclaimed

Padmaavat

Untitled and unfinished Padmavati & Mehrunissa fic

Padmavati &/ Mehrunissa, cultural differences

Untitled Padmavati &/ Mehrunissa & Nagmati follow-up 

Untitled Nagmati & Padmavati &/ Mehrunissa follow-up

Another Padmavati & / Mehrunissa followup, after the Compass Rose entry (see link below)

Canon-verse, Soulmark AU

Mehrunissa and Malik Kafur

Five Names Mehrunissa’s mother could have had

Five People who Noticed Padmavati/Mehrunissa Before They Did

Padmavati/Mehrunissa, Hunger Games AU

Padmavati/Mehrunissa, Mahabharata fusion

Pride and Prejudice

The Bennet girls turn into their parents as they age—but not as they expect

Ramayana

Five Sentences: Urmila

Sita and Her Sisters, Nightfall (Now with beautiful art by @allegoriesinmediasres)

Rama and His Brothers, Accost

Sita & Rambha

Five Scars Sita Has

Five People Who Taught Lakshmana Something

Kala & Indrajit

Indrajit & Sita

Lakshmana & Angad

Angad & Ruma

Three Ornaments Sita Valued, and One Weapon She Mastered

Kaushalya & Dasharata & Kaikeyi & Sumitra, Soulmark AU

Kaikeyi and Sita’s exile

Star Wars

Han/Leia, epistolary 

Five Times Rey Felt Lonely

Rose & Rey, TLJ AU

Multiple Fandoms

Five Headcanons About an AU Index

Platonic Relationship Headcanons Meme Index

An Alphabet of Legendary Ladies

Four Seasons Meme Index

Compass Rose Index

Mythological Character Headcanon Meme Index

3+1 Fics Index 

Trading Places Meme Index

Six Squared Meme Index

Another, Multi-Fandom Headcanon Meme

Baahubali/Jodhaa Akbar Crack Crossover

Baahubali/Hogwarts Crossover, McGonagall and Sivagami  x2

Photosets

Fake Movie Meme Index Post

Shakespeare, South Indian Style: x1  x2

Racebent Arthuriana: x1  x2     x3

Devil’s Cub by Georgette Heyer

Women of the Ramayan x1  x2   x3

Baahubali Photosets   x1     x2    x3  

Fancasting Meme: Mary Rose Tudor Bala and Ambika Baahubali

Star Wars: The (Racebent) Skywalker Family

Female! Krishna AU

Ramayana Cafe AU

bhaginī       x2

Vaidharbi    Kaushalya     Kashi-yatra

The House of Panchal, daemon AU

Kishkindha Royal Family, Harry Potter AU

Sita, Urmila, Ruma, Mandodari, daemon AU

Lanka Royal Family, Harry Potter AU

Harry Potter AU:      Abhimanyu & Pradhyumna     Arjuna        Subhadra 

                                 Mohini            Krishna              Rukmini      Panchal Siblings

                                 Apsaras

Draupadi (& Arjuna), after the war

Rukmini/Krishna, the shadow of her beloved

Rukmini/Krishna, Bollywood AU

Devaki/Vasudev, half sick of shadows

Sarama, Katiya Karun

Yudhisthira/Draupadi, the rubble or our sins?

Ram/Sita

Shakuntala & Pramadvara

Female! Pandavas

Urmila & Nidra Devi, Soulmark AU

Jodhaa Akbar, Daemon AU

Bhanumati, Soulmark AU

Subhadra, Soulmark AU

Satyabhama, Soulmark AU

Golden Girls AU, Soulmark AU

Jodhaa Akbar,  Jodhaa & Jalal Soulmark AU      

The Mothers of “Jodhaa Akbar”, Soulmark AU

Savitri, Daemon AU

Rama/Sita, Space AU

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Dear Baahubali fandom....

It goes without saying that we all love the movie and, naturally, the major characters like Amarendra Baahubali, Devasena, Sivagami, Kattappa, Anamika, Mahendra, and even Bhalladeva. But honestly speaking, if we lived in the Baahubali universe, we would probably all end up being one of the minor characters--so isn't it time we gave those characters a chance to share the spotlight? Which is why I'm introducing the Baahubali Sidelined Characters Challenge. The rules are simple: pick a minor (bonus points if they are unnamed!) character in the Baahubali universe and celebrate them in any way you choose: writing a drabble, making a graphic about them or from their perspective during the events of the films, or even just posting headcanons on your Tumblr! If you don't have a Tumblr or don't care to post on your personal Tumblr, you can drop an ask in my Tumblr and I'll edit this post to include it with an attribution! To start us off on what I hope will be the first round of many, I thought I'd pick an assortment of unnamed female characters to feature here, along with what basic information we know about them in canon. Hopefully these will inspire someone! Amarendra Baahubali's Biologic Mother (The first lady I picked appears for such a short time that she doesn't even have a picture available. Which, on the other hand, leaves her open to the fancast of your choice!) What We Know About Her: Married to Vikramadeva. Survived him by three months. Died due to an unspecified illness in childbirth. Final Fate? Dead three sentences into Kattappa's flashback. Why Her? Because we're all curious about what Amarendra's mother must have been like. Because she could give us an idea as to what a younger Sivagami, Kattappa, and Bijjaladeva were like. Because we all deserve an explanation as to why Amarendra apparently has no relationship with his maternal family.

The Queen of Kuntala What We Know About Her: Appears to have a close and loving relationship with her husband, sister-in-law, and brother. Important enough in Kuntala to share a throne with her husband during public appearances and appear to inspect a battlefield once the war is over. Apparently not a fighter. (Jokingly?) Favors a match between her brother and Devasena, but seems more amused than anything else when Devasena seems to have fallen in love with someone else. Final Fate? Seems to have passed away somewhere between the end of Kattappa's flashback and the present day setting of unknown causes. Why Her? Because Kanna Nidurinchara gifs are the best, not only for Amarendra x Devasena scenes, but for the Queen and Devasena teasing each other. Because she made up part of the warm happy family that raised Devasena to be strong and confident. Because we might not be sure what happened to her, but it was likely the straw that broke the camel's back for her husband.

Sivagami's Bodyguard What We Know About Her: Omnipresent in public scenes featuring Sivagami in the scenes set when Amarendra and Bhalladeva are 24-25, often with subtle reactions to the events around her. Sometimes seems to side with Bhalladeva, sometimes smiles in support of Amarendra. Absent in the scene where Sivagami orders Amarendra's death, and when Kattappa confronts her/Bhalladeva kills her. Final Fate? Unknown. As far as I know, her final scene is during Amarendra and Devasena's banishment. Why Her? Because the stories she could tell, about court politics and Sivagami's inner self and her own journey to her high position! Because it can't have been easy to become the one female soldier we see, even with Sivagami's support. Because she might well have been a supporter of Bhalladeva, if her small smiles at his feats are any indication (was she, Sivagami, fooled by his dutiful exterior? Did she influence Sivagami's decisions in favor of him?) Because she disappears and we are not sure why: was Amarendra's banishment a step too far for her to accept?

The "Manohari" Dancers What We Know About Them: Bar dancers/performers in Singapuram. Recieve a share of the gold coins Amarendra is passing around to everyone at the bar. Part of one of the most random segments of the first movie. Final Fate? We never see them again after the end of the song. Why Her? Because despite their brief appearance, they likely had their own tales to tell. Because one or more of them might have wanted more than to live and work in Singapuram all their lives, and the gold coins she earned may have been the means to achieve it. Because I can't help but wonder if one or more of them ever discovered who they'd really met in the bar that day, and what she/they would think of that revelation.

The One Villager Woman What We Know About Her: *takes deep breath* Kidnapped by the Kalakeyas and rescued by Amarendra and his forces. Present when Devasena cuts off Sethupathi's fingers at the Shiva Temple. Protests at Amarendra's banishment. Resides in the village where Amarendra and Devasena live. Attending Devasena when she goes into labor. Survives until Mahendra is around, and is there for his return to Mahishmati as well. Final Fate? Apparently eternal life. This woman can survive anything. Why Her?Because she has--literally--seen it all! Because she genuinely knew Amarendra and Devasena as people, not as legends, and survived to see the next generation. Because she, and her fellow citizens, are the true heart of Mahishmati. Those are just a few of the many, many characters you could choose from--there's also Devasena's loyal ladies-in-waiting and Bhalladeva's elusive wife, among others!--but if you choose to participate, and whoever you choose to explore, my only hope is that you have fun making the world of Baahubali bigger through fandom!

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Kanna Nee Thoongada - A Baahubali Fanfiction

Chapter Eight - Brave

Kalaivani finds strength from Devasena, while Kumara Varma proves himself in a way that would make Baahu proud.

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More Baahubali List!Fic

For @ratnananda, who wanted “Five Times Devasena Surprised Amarendra” and “Five Times Amarendra Surprised Devasena”

1. Baahubali is far too accustomed to his mother to find much remarkable about a woman who fights, but he finds himself amused and not a little impressed by her cleverness in using something so simple as a curtain as her defense. He can make out that she is beautiful, but nothing quite prepares him for the lurch in his belly when her eyes are revealed: fierce and fearless and somewhat familiar.

2. The Crown Princess certainly holds her head high with pride, but also she bends down without compunction to catch up a laughing child and playfully toss her in the air.

3. Despite everything, Devasena is practical; where he expects an argument, she allows him to arrange the defense of her kingdom with minimal complaint.

4. He would not blame Devasena, not entirely, if she remained resentful at Mother; but as best as she can tell, she genuinely hopes for a reconciliation, more for his sake than hers.

5. “Will you serve in place of our fathers?” Devasena asks, and Baahubali watches Uncle’s face grow alight with happiness. It is her way, he knows, to give a gift by asking for one; to be the bright mirror to his own soul.

1.Devasena has heard—who hasn’t?—of men and gods who wooed their women in disguise. But always, the stories say, they are haughty and high-handed, insulted and offended when their suits are refused, despite their shabby disguise. She has never heard of any before who seems content only to watch her, and basks in her attention when he may, who laughs at her as though it is not the first time they have met.

2. She certainly knows of none who would take a blow from a bull with little more than tolerant amusement; who conceals and confides in her at the same time.

3.And at least he should not look at her with such admiration: as though neither her talent nor her temper are to be challenged but rather celebrated. She had not known that men could think of her in such a way. She had not known that anyone could. 

4. Admittedly, the three arrows had been….unexpected. One was natural, two only to be hoped for, but three (she thinks with a sniff) seems to her nothing more than showing off.

5. It is not unexpected than a man so strong and skilled should be the scion of some noble house; but unbearable that it should be that of sinister, sneering Mahishmati. For the first time, Devasena studies her stranger, only to find unpleasant surprise.