#baahu x devasena

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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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Challenge Three: Samay

For those of you keeping score, the last two weeks have been themed around Who and Where, so now it’s time for When! While we’ve looked at the past for many of our previous challenges, now it’s time to consider the future. We are still open for signups, though, and feel free to join in as you please, as long as the teams are still even! Here are the categories for this week’s contributions–create as many or as little as you want! (Remember, you need to complete all four for a Hat Trick!)

Fic: Write a fic that is a sequel to an existing Baahubali fic, whether your own or someone else’s (note: if you are using someone else’s--and that is very much encouraged!!--just make sure that they’re okay with it first). For those who prefer to explore the canonverse, write something that takes place in the years following the final battle!

Art: Create an aesthetic for any of the characters in a different time or place from canon (just for this week, modern AUs don’t count) -- or create a gifset or graphic that explores older or younger versions of the characters!

Meta: Figuring out the timeline of the movie universe can be frustrating, so that, participants is your challenge this fortnight! Take any of the questions regarding the canon ‘verse and its sense of time (i.e., “How many months apart are Baahu and Bhalla in age?” “How old is Devasena?” “How many time goes by in the timeskips between scenes?” “When does [Event X] happen?”) and try to come up with your best guess as to what the answer is. (Note: even if we get repeats on the questions answered, that’s all right! I think everyone will have slightly different answers and explanations for them :)

Fandom: Make 3 resolutions for your Baahubali fandom future, of any sort at all! (For example, the mod’s/ @avani008′s are 1. To watch and review all the episodes of the Sivagami prequel once it comes out, even if it’s just me whining on. 2. To finish at least five of my Baahubali WIPs by the end of the year. and 3. To comment on at least 50 fics by the end of the year. They can include any goal at all, big or small -- whether to finish a fic, complete a prompt challenge, create art projects, write reviews/comments/fic recs/meta--as long as it has to do with the Baahubali universe, and can be for the next month, or year, or few years, as necessary). Once you’ve posted these on your Tumblr, so we can all hold ourselves accountable to actually finish, your team gets 1 point! 

[avani008]

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

[aprofoundrickmaniac]

Hey guys, this is a fun work of the Baahubali fandom. Its basically an OTP ask meme which @mayavanavihariniharini partly wrote. It inspired me to write my first fic. I have stalked the Baahubali fandom for over 2 years *phew*now and I am tagging a bunch of people whose works I admire. @mayavanavihariniharini @carminavulcana @duniyasemera @avani008 @starlessxskies @ruminationsofaraven @fierarain .

Just a few notes:

This is not canon complaint.

I have minor alterations in the personality of Devasena (she is a bit more understanding and actually puts her fiery temper to good use.)

Bhalla is still snarky,but not cruel.

Indira is a bit like Avantika.

Also in this au Bhalla almost killed Baahu but came to his senses in the nick of time and Baahu eventually forgives him.

BHALLA X INDIRA

1.Who wakes up first?

No one. (Both are lazy sods.)

2. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

Bhalla.

3. Who takes longer getting ready?

Bhalla(My precious hair)

4. When they can’t sleep, what do they do?

Discuss creative ways to disrupt the court.

5. Who falls asleep while watching a movie?

Indira . Too cozy

6. Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile?

Bhalla,( wondering how on earth did he get so lucky?)

7. Who comes up with the cheesy pick-up lines?

Bhalla.( Indira rolls her eyes, then trolls him mercilessly in front of AmarSena.

8. Who gets extremely competitive playing Mario Kart?

Both.

9.Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling?

Bhalla when in a heated argument with Deva.

10. Who sets the other’s ringtone to something loud and obnoxious behind their back?

Bhalla.

11. Who rearranges the bookshelf/DVD shelf in alphabetical order?

No one. LOL.

12. Who does the hands-over-the-eyes “Guess Who” thing?

Bhalla,the giant teddy.😉

13. Who points out a dog when they see one?

Indu, who is very good with animals.

14. Who’s prone to road rage?

Bhalla, until Indu gives him The Look. He knows its better to shut up.

15. Who’s prone to wearing socks indoor (or to sleep)?

No one

16. Who reminds the other to put on sunscreen before going to the beach (or pool)?

Bhalla doesn't need to remind Indu,but she is the only one who needs it.

17. Who carries all the important documents while traveling?

Indira.

18. Who gets the window seat?

Both fight till they reach the destination and then ahem you know how they make up. 😊

19. Who puts their cold hands/feet on the other?

Indu loves to to warm her cold feet by just planting herself in Bhalla's lap,he always knows what to do.

20. What do they argue about the most?

They don't argue most of the time but when they do its major and explosive. Its usually about trust or something.

21. Who’s clumsier?

Generally Bhalla but Indu has prevented a lot of fiascos (literally and metaphorically both)by her quick thinking.

22. Who texts more often?

Indira

23. Who is better with kids?

Both are good but Bhalla is hopeless in discipline and thus more favored by his daughters. (They have twins)

24. Who’s the better cook?

Indu.( Better not good.)

25. Who mistakes salt for sugar?

No one

26. Who puts the fork in the microwave?

Bhalla, but will quickly take it out before Indu is warned.

27. Who cooks at 2 in the morning?

Bhalla,because he lives to eat.

28. Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1 a.m.?

Mostly Bhalla.

29. Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies?

Indu(probably in a seductive manner);)

30. Who likes doing the dishes?

They have a maid.

31. Who has bigger cravings? What are they?

Of course.

32. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

Both.

33. How do they eat ice cream? What’s their favorite flavors?

Bhalla - Cones. Butterscotch

Indu - Tubs. Vanilla

34. Do they go on dates? What are they like?

Yes. Extravagant dinners during the early days of their relationship, later cozy nights and Netflix with a bottle of wine.

35. What do they smell when they smell amortentia?

Bhalla - Paneer pakodas,the sweaty atmosphere of the kridangan, mace polish and Indu's musk.

Indu- Mehendi,coffee,pizza and Bhalla's expensive cologne.

36. Which one is the secret snuggler?

Indu(Likes to act like a boss lady but fails miserably in front of Bhalla)

37. Which one offers their jacket to the other when they complain they feel cold?

Bhalla to Indu.

38. Who reaches for the other one’s hand while driving?

Bhalla ,because he is hand-some. This answer is originally of @mayavanavihariniharini but It was too witty for me to change it.

39. Who leaves little notes in the other one’s lunch? (Bonus: What does it say?)

Indu- mostly of groceries he has bring home while coming home from work. 😁

40. Who is the most affectionate?

Bhalla. The Giant Teddy.

41. Who is the big spoon/little spoon?

Indu and Bhalla respectively. Indu comforts Bhalla when he has nightmares.

42. What is their favorite feature of their partner?

Bhalla loves about Indu- sincerity.

Indu loves about Bhalla- His change in personality(read notes above to understand)and protectiveness.

43. What is the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

Bhalla- more protective

Indu- Daydreams more;)

44. What are their nicknames for each other?

Dev for Bhalla and Indu for Indira.

45. Who worries the most? Over what?

Bhalla - over Indu's hair.

46. Who initiates kisses?

Bhalla.

47. Who says I love you first? How did it happen?

Bhalla knows it all the time. It takes a little wingmanship from Baahu. After she realizes, the first words she speaks to him are I love you.

48. Who tells their friends/family about their relationship first?

Bhalla (He needed a lot of coaxing from AmarSena and Indu but he finally did it.)

49. What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Bhalla whiles away time in the kridangan or polishes his mace. Truthfully he feels lonely because he is an extrovert. The house feels haunted without Indu so he uses this time to mingle with his friends group.

50. Who gets overwhelmed by small acts of kindness?

Bhalla- He simply doesn't understand why he is mollycoddled when he is sick or sad even after he committed those crimes now he even shudders to remember. He was very touched when Deva took the efforts to understand and wear down his drama queen façade and unravel the softie under those thick masks - of a detached man he had put up to avoid being hurt. To this day he maintains that he doesn't deserve the love and joy of having people who really care about you.

AN : Soo this is it. Hope you like it. I have another ask otp written with the same questions though of AmarSena. I will post it later today:) Please review as this is my first fic. Also prompts are welcome:))) Looking forward to hear from you.

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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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Is it okay if I make a recommendation for the doc and poetry meme? I was thinking Lovelace's 'To Lucasta, Going to the War's for Baahu. Its kills me every time I read it.

Ooh, that is indeed a good poetry theme for Baahu!

x.

Wherever Baahubali goes, he hears sniggers —or worse, sympathetic sighs— about the difficulty a man has managing both wife and mother. It does a disservice to all three; to presume that simple jealousy is all that prompts their rift, to hint that a different choice  on Baahubali’s part could have changed all.But since he’d drawn his sword in defense of Devasena (since he’d seen her for the first time) Baahubali’s choice was plain to see. It only remains for Mother to decide whether she values the honor she’d taught him or the laws she worked so hard to defend.

Here is the poem in its entirety:

Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkind,         That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind         To war and arms I fly.

True, a new mistress now I chase,         The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace         A sword, a horse, a shield.

Yet this inconstancy is such         As you too shall adore; I could not love thee (Dear) so much,         Lov’d I not Honour more.

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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.