#baahubali fanfiction

[carminavulcana]

I have a really, really, really sad Baahubali plot bunny doing cartwheels in my head. Should I write it?

It's like a what if scenario in which everything gets worse but everyone (except Bijjaladeva) also gets redeemed.

Please, anyone who is still engaging with Baahubali, and you would like to read an Amarendra-centric story, please tell me.

[hum-suffer]

We'll say hello again (Nevermind the chasm between us) 8

"I have a job for you." Gauri tells Bhairav on a quiet day, as soon as the whispers of her accident have died down.

"Find me the man who catered to Ratan, my horse. And find me Ratan's vet."

He looks confused for a moment but then nods in understanding. "As my princess commands."

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"You have no sense of adventure," Gauri says laughingly as she adjusts the waist of her dhoti— Bahu's dhoti fit her well enough, he's just an inch taller, that braggart. It's been weeks since her hand has been encased in a cast.

Bhairavrath looks on worriedly. "My princess, with your hand yet to be healed, I do not think it is appropriate to sneak out. Especially at this time of night."

"I have two blades on me," she says, pointing at her waist and her calf,"And I have you. What shall I have to fear, unless, of course, it's you that I must fear?"

His eyes widen almost comically and he takes an aborted step forward before he remembers his blasted manners and stays where he is.

(Gauri is disappointed at the amount of control he has over his audacity these days. It's like his promotion has ended his humour and she needs some entertainment back desperately.)

"Never, my princess," he insists, almost panicking. "If I dare to opine, I believe this is," he pauses again and settles on a word Gauri just knows he wouldn't have used if he wasn't so adamant on being polite,"dangerous."

Reckless, she thinks, he would have called her reckless.

Gauri raises an eyebrow. "You may always opine without hesitation, Bhairavrath, however, I reserve the right to agree or disagree with your opinions. And right now, your princess needs to leave this palace before she loses her mind."

He hesitates again.

Gauri sighs and softens at him. She knows how much it would cost him if something were to happen to her while under his protection. "It's Shivratri, Bhairavrath," she says softly,"I need to go to the temple, there is no idol of Mahadev here. But, if you're so hesitant, I will abstain from putting you in a position that will jeopardize you."

Maa didn't allow her to go with them to the temple because of the crowd that would be present and the jostling that could further delay her healing process. But it's Shivratri, and if Gauri doesn't have a pact with Mahadev to show up to his residence and complain to him about everything that goes in her life, what does she really want to live for?

(Gauri—she remembers the day her uncle gave her the name mockingly, telling her that she was no goddess and she was no Shakti and. And. She wasn't her mother.

Gauri adopted the name like armour, but the armour weighs her down some days. Only looking at Gauraang himself, Mahadev, she can ever feel at peace. She doesn't want to compare herself to Mahadev, never, but the solidarity camaraderie she shares with him is the only time she doesn't feel suffocated by the overwhelming and unreturned love she harbours for everything but herself.)

Bhairavrath bows his head. "I do not wish to hold you back from worship, my princess. I apologise. I will come with you and I will bring you back safe and sound as well."

"And I shall not let anyone find out just how good you are to me, Bhairavrath." Gauri smiles at him, thankful and again overwhelmed.

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Maa looks at her suspiciously the next day when Gauri has left over marks of turmeric on her fingers from doing tilak on Mahadev's forehead in the temple.

Gauri adjusts her bright yellow bindi obviously, and Maa gives her a once over before taking a deep breath and moving her eyes back to the accounts she's reading as Gauri practises her sitar.

Gauri can feel Bhairavrath's sigh of relief twenty feet away and she tucks in a laugh at him.

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Gauri wakes up at the crack of dawn on her birthday.

Amrendra is snuggling her on one side and Bhalla is on her other side. Gauri sighs and tightens her arms around her pillow, closing her eyes once more before her brothers figure out that she's awake.

But it seems that she's too late and Bahu knows her too well, for he shifts and grabs her hand as soon as her eyes close.

"Happy Birthday, sister," he says, voice breaking with sleep and emotion. Gauri hums and drops her head to drop a kiss on his forehead.

"Happy Birthday, brother."

Bhalla swings his arm dramatically and lays it on the two of them with a thud that knocks out the breath from Gauri's lungs. "Happy Birthday to my biggest annoyances. Now, let me sleep."

"Go to your room, then." Gauri grumbles at him but shifts comfortably under his arm anyway. "No one invited you here, you know? Run away, goodbye."

Bhalla huffs, but makes no move to get up from the bed. His elbow pokes at the back of Gauri's neck and she elbows his stomach in response. He knees her calf and before she can retaliate, Bahu swats her head and Bhalla's shoulder.

"Let me sleep, you morons." He says groggily. "Mahadev cursed me with the two of you."

"You love us, really." Bhalla replies and Gauri can feel his grin in his voice. "You're just jealous because you're no fun."

With a muffled groan, she tries to sleep again.

She falls asleep in her brothers' arms with a smile and a tear in the corner of her eye.

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Gauri wears her mother's blue and white saree on her birthday.

The blouse fits her, just barely— she has to loosen it up by a couple of inches and it's hers. The altercation can be erased, she knows, but the threads that end up on the floor of her room make her wonder if she's actually done this. If she altered everything that belonged to her mother. If she replaced her mother.

She shakes the feeling off— her heart is already heavy with too much love for the people who will never love her the same, she doesn't need an unexplained grief adding to it's weight.

Her hands are already coloured in alta, and she's wearing the new anklets that Maa gifted her. The book that Bhalla gifted her and the brass knuckles that Bahu gifted her are stored safely in her room.

They perform a abhishekh in the Mahadev temple, their birthday coinciding with a merged Shivratri. Bahu, wearing the angvastra she sewed for him from scratch, somehow manages to get his knees wet. Bhalla laughs at him for being a klutz and gets flicked with a handful of water as a result.

Maa holds her hand as they sit in the palkhi. Her eyes are wet as she whispers,"I wish your mother had been here. She would have loved you."

Is it because now I'm beginning to like things she used to like?

"You know, once, she pranked your father on their wedding anniversary. She replaced his honey laced water with castor oil. He was always reckless, you see, and he drank almost half a glass before he stopped." Maa's mischievous smile tells her that she had something to do with the idea too and Gauri laughs.

"Another time, she unfolded and unstitched almost half of his tunics because he laughed at her while she was trying to learn sword fighting." Maa continues, giggling with Gauri now.

This is nice, Gauri thinks. It's everything I wanted.

Maa holds Gauri's hand tenderly. "I will give you all her things when you turn eighteen. You're already so much more than what any of us could even think of."

Gauri ducks her head and maa drops a kiss on her cheek. She closes her eyes and breathes in the obscure smell of wood of the palkhi, the cotton of Maa's saree and the flowers weaved into her own hair. She rests her head on Maa's shoulder, eyes closed and sighs.

Maa sings something about the goddess Ashoksundari talking with her mother, Devi Parvati. It speaks something about burdens Gauri already feels as her shoulders droop and the only thing she wants is for the peace the tune gives her.

I am my mother's darling daughter

Blood of love and dance of devotion

I am my mother's darling daughter

Truth of a curse and laugh of a death.

I am my mother's darling daughter

Barefoot running and mindless singing

I am my mother's darling daughter

All that's hers is mine these days

I am my mother's darling daughter

I inherited the curses she earned and the blessings she gave.

Hesitantly, Gauri thinks she is beginning to lessen her resentment for her mother's perfections. It isn't her fault that people look for her shadow in Gauri's eyes.

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Bhairav escorts Gauri back to her rooms after dinner, when the palace is way too silent and asleep to take note of him walking beside her.

She absently runs her fingers through the end of her braid, untangling knots as she hums a tune that she prepared for her sitar lessons tomorrow.

Bhairav dutifully stops outside of her rooms. "My princess?" His voice is hesitant and Gauri instantly gives him all her attention. He's older than her by a year, she knows, but treating him as something special comes naturally to her— especially when his comfort is her responsibility and oath.

"I have the names of the people who care for Ratan on the daily basis and the vet who is currently attending to him."

She nods. "We shall give them a visit of thanks tomorrow, for caring for my dear mount so well."

He nods. Gauri sees his palm flex and his throat work as if he's trying to force himself to speak something. But he doesn't. Gauri tilts her head in question and he finally seems to break out of his stupor with a firm shake of his head.

"Good night, my princess."

She thinks there's more he might want to say but he doesn't know how to ask him to speak of it without commanding him forcefully. She doesn't want him to speak because she ordered it.

"Good night, my archer."

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Tbh i honestly don't really like this chapter all that much because there's a lot of things happening at once but we must keep to the timeline 🥲 do tell me your thoughts!!

Tags: @o-merebholebalam @vijayasena @alhad-si-simran @satanicallysatanicchild

[rambheem-is-real]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Baahubali (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Major Character Death Relationships: Amarendra Baahubali/Devasena, Amarendra Baahubali & Bhallaladeva, Amarendra Baahubali & Devasena Characters: Amarendra Baahubali, Bhallaladeva (Baahubali), Devasena (Baahubali), Sivagami Devi (Baahubali), all the other minor characters, Mahendra Baahubali | Shivudu Additional Tags: Character Study, What-If, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, I love Amarendra Baahubali don't get me wrong, like i love him an unhealthy amount, but - Freeform, realistically, he wouldn't be a great ruler, slight mention of sexual assault, Character Death, Canonical Character Death, and then another one, and another one - Freeform Summary:

Sivagami realizes her mistake the day Devasena is brought to her in chains. Amarendra Baahubali becomes King of Mahishmati and the husband of Maharani Devasena. Everyone other than Bhallaladeva and Bijjaladeva is happy about this decision. The people of Mahishmati rejoice to see their beloved son on the throne.

Yet they soon realize that Amarendra Bahubali's rule comes with more problems than they could foresee.

or- Hot Take: Amarendra Baahubali taking the throne wouldn't have made things better.

[abandonedbloggg1]

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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[herawell]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Baahubali (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Devasena & Sivagami, AmarSena Characters: Devasena, Sivagami, Bhallaladeva Additional Tags: Angst, Introspection, retrospection, Forgiveness, Female-Centric, Oneshot, Canon Compliant Summary:

On nights when Devasena does not think of her husband or her son, she thinks of her mother-in-law. They are both Rajmatas of Mahishmati now, she realizes with an odd pang.

Oneshot.

[fierarain]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Baahubali (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Amarendra Baahubali/Devasena Characters: Amarendra Baahubali, Devasena Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting Summary:

Devasena is cajoled to go on a road trip with her boyfriend. How lies in store for the couple along the road?

[shailusri---1983-blog]

Read next on Shatru Sesham: Sequel of Baahubali, a historical fanfiction about the next generation of Mahishmati, Narasimha’s mountain escapade with Bhavani and Dilipa. Click the link to read this story on Wattpad. https://www.wattpad.com/541387256-shatru-sesham-sequel-of-baahubali-chapter-thirty

Note: This story is available only on Wattpad and absolutely free and open to everyone. I took it down from AO3 as it was becoming difficult managing it in two different online sites.

[maraudersbitchesassemble]

I finished watching MAGADHEERA right now and welll

BI PANIC BI PANIC BI PANIC

DRAMA? YES

REINCARNATION? YES

LIKE OH MY GOD IM OBSESSED OVER IT NOW WTF

I WANNA RIGHT MAGADHEERA FANFICTION NOW

ALSO, WHAT WAS UP WITH RAM CHARAN'S HAIR IN THAT MOVIE CAUSE IT WAS SO GLORIOUS MY GOD

AND KAJAL

OH GOD KAJAL

I'M CONVINCED SHE IS A GODDESS

THERE IS NO WAY SOMEONE COULD BE THAT GORGEOUS AND BE HUMAN AT THE SAME TIME

HOLY SHIT

AHHHHHHHHUXHHSISGHSJJSHHSH

ALSO WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME IT WAS A FREAKING RAJAMOULI MOVIE

LIKE THAT ONE SONG AFTER BHAIRAVA WINS MITHRAVINDHA'S HAND IN MARRIAGE REMINDED ME OF THE SONG FROM BAAHUBALI IN WHICH DEVSENA AND BAAHUBALI ARE TRAVELING AND THEIR SHIP LIKE LITERALLY STARTS FLYING

OKAY NOW ILL SHUT UP-

[life-for-the-brave-blog]

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Baahubali (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Amarendra Baahubali/Devasena, Bhalladeva/Original Female Character Characters: Amarendra Baahubali, Bhalladeva, Sivagami Devi, Bijalla Deva, Original Female Character(s), Kattapa, Sanga, Pindaris, Kalakeyas, Original Male Character(s), Kumara Varma, Devasena Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mystery, Kooli temple, Udhayagiri, Waterfall, Kunthala, The Islands of Malawa, Nishada, Adventure, Politics, Comments are appreciated by the author even if the fic is old, Give it a try, Please start from the beginning for intricacies Summary:

Politics is almost as exciting as war and quite as dangerous. In a war, you can be killed once, but in politics many times - Winston Churchill.

What if the political atmosphere of Mahishmati was not that simple? What if it was spanning for generations together? How would the current generation cope?

@iwearplaids thanks for being beta darling 😘

[paneerlajwanti]

HEARTS KNIT TOGETHER

#jaimahishmathi

a fanfiction on the lead characters of Baahubali- The Conclusion.

[thesenseinnonsense]

Thank you for responding! I am on hiatus but I have loads to talk about when I am back! Are you a fellow author of Baahubali fanfiction too by any chance?

Only in my Google drive unfortunately, I don't have anything published :((( but I look forward to hearing from you!!! If you need me to beta anything let me know! 💕

[anthropwashere]

11 p.m. on a Sunday and all I want to do is write fanfiction and/or watch Baahubali again, damn the inevitable necessity of Mondays

[hum-suffer]

We'll say hello again (Nevermind the chasm between us) 7

When she comes to, Gauri hears the voices first. It's Maa and uncle, maa is whispering-yelling and uncle is shouting.

"My son is feeling guilty for the inability of this girl to ride a simple animal!" Uncle snaps,"He hasn't spoken, he asks about her every hour! His birthday is ruined because of this attention seeking girl!"

"Whatever do you mean, husband?" Maa whisper yells at him, sounding just as furious,"Would my daughter want to fall and drown? Would any sane person? The lengths that your imagination goes to!"

She hears a clacking of shoes, and uncle speaks in a dead tone,"If she was so sane, why did she not get off the horse beforehand?"

"We have witnesses, including our son, who say that she was trying to get off when her horse lurched! Stop trying to make a little girl a villain, husband."

Uncle huffs. She doesn't hear more but the shoes clack again, this time going further. Maa's hand comes to Gauri's hair and her caress feels like home and acid all in one.

Does everyone really think that?

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The next time she wakes, her head is in someone's lap. Gauri is forced to open her eyes this time.

Bhalla.

She's in Bhalla's lap.

He's looking down at her in worry and surprise. "Bahu, get maa! She's awake."

"Gauri." Bahu sounds absolutely wrecked and when she looks over at her right, his eyes are red and his hair is a mess. He leans over and presses a kiss to Gauri's forehead.

Gauri smiles at him, tries to raise her hand to caress his face but the burning jolt of pain that sears through her makes her curse. Looking down, she notes the ugly bruise and the unnatural swelling at her right wrist.

Oh.

Bahu scrambles off the bed, presses a quick kiss to her knuckles and rushes out of the room.

"I'm so sorry, Gauri," Bhalla says, squeezing her left hand softly. "I did not intend for any of this to happen."

"It's not your fault, brother," she says, squeezing his hand back. "I'm sorry your birthday was ruined because of me."

He scowls at her. "Stop saying things like that, it's not your fault that your horse suddenly became a brat."

"So, it's not your fault, either." She says with finality. He doesn't reply and Gauri sighs, craning her neck to look at him. "Bhalla, brother. Trust me. Whatever happened to Ratan, isn't your fault."

"I insisted we go there."

"And I would do anything for you in a heartbeat." She releases his hand and raises her left hand to his face, caressing his uneven stubble,"You are my brother. You were happy to be in the forest, I know you were. I would gladly do everything and anything to keep you happy, Bhalla."

He leans down and kisses her forehead. "I love you," he says, sounding choked.

Gauri laughs,"I love you more."

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Her wrist is fractured. It will take three months to heal.

Bhalla is extremely angry— at Ratan, at Bhairavrath and at that foot soldier who scared Ratan worse.

They're in a small council room; their family, Bhairavrath and Katappa. The foot soldier has already been suspended from his job for a month. The liberal punishment makes her think it was her uncle's idea, with the way he is extremely relaxed and says the meeting is unnecessary.

"You have saved the life of the only princess of Mahishamati." Maa says, voice firm and clear,"You deserve a reward."

Bhairavrath bows his head as he's kneeling. "I have only done my duty towards my princess, Rajmata. It is unnecessary to reward me."

Bhairavrath spares her a glance and Gauri feels everything that he does. The reverence, the stricter amusement, the discomfort of the attention, the duty.

He is a weapon, Gauri thinks, breathless at her own epiphany. A beautiful, glided weapon, made with utmost care. Powerful, purposeful and dangerous— he is a trishul and Gauri wants nothing more than the power to wield his prowess.

He looks at her, head down and gaze upward— there's a gleam in his eyes and amusement and challenge sparks off of him in waves that Gauri can feel even at a distance.

The gratitude in her grows wings.

"Make him my sworn sword," she says, eyes never leaving Bhairavrath. "He has proved himself trustworthy and daring. He has the intelligence and loyalty." Finally, she looks at Maa. "There is no better reward."

Bahu raises his eyebrows,"You want to reward his momentary bravery with everlasting trust?"

Gauri smiles— a smile of teeth and arrogance. They don't see the importance he holds. None of them do.

"He saved my life, brother." Bhairavrath sucks in a breath at that,"He deserves such trust."

Bhalla scowls. "And what if he turns out to be a traitor?"

Gauri chuckles, the idea is absurd. "He won't." She's seen how much dedication he has towards his sword. If he puts his sword in her service, he's never going to dishonour her and never let her be dishonored.

If he is her sworn sword, she has every honour that he will give to his sword.

Maa looks at Bhairavrath in question.

He quickly bows his head again. "I am honoured beyond words at your command, my princess. I will do whatever you deem fit."

"It is decided then," Maa says. "Katappa, as the commander of the royal guard, you must teach him his duties and schedule. Gauri, coordinate your schedule with him. Draw up a contract. Bhairavrath, I trust you know the words to the oath?"

Bhairavrath nods. He rises from his position and walks towards the arm chair where Gauri is sitting and kneels in front of her. He places his sword at her feet. She distantly notes it is not of the quality that Katappa has but it gleams sharply.

"I, Bhairavrath Prabhu, swear on Mahadev, my blood and my sword, that I will always honour Princess Gauraangi Devi to the last of my days. I will protect you, serve you and perform every command you ask of me. I swear to protect your honour and person, I swear to kill and die in your stead. So I've sworn, and may Mahadev strike me dead if I stray from my oath."

Her heart beats wildly at his variation. He added her honour to his oath—it is not customary.

Gauri decides to break traditions as well.

She leans downward and swipes her left thumb across his blade and uses her blood to do a tilak on his forehead.

"I, Gauraangi Devi, swear on Mahadev, my blood and my sword that I shall always honour your oath. I will respect you as you deserve and I will never ask a task of you that will bring you scorn. You are my protector and sword, thus, I will be your defender and shield. You shall face no stigma under my service. So I've sworn, and may Mahadev strike me dead if I stray from my oath."

There are tears in Bhairavrath's eyes as he looks at her. "My princess," he says,"you did not need to—"

She nods at him, feeling the gazes of her family acutely on her,"I know. However, if every master swore to keep the dignity of their server, this world would be a more honourable place."

Gauri lifts her eyes to Katappa, who is looking at her with pride and tears in his eyes. Maa caresses Gauri's shoulder and gives her a proud smile.

"Rise, Bhairavrath."

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The next day, Gauri sits at the side of the courtyard to practise her sitar. She uses her left hand to play it and can play it well enough by putting it in her lap.

Bhairavrath is sparring with Bahu and Bhalla is again sparring with Katappa. Bahu seems intent on testing Bhairavrath.

Gauri shakes her head, intent to talk to her twin about his conduct with her sworn sword. He is protective of her, she knows, but his manners must never be amiss, especially in regards to someone she has sworn to shield. He knows that she is particular about her words— she will have to reiterate.

It's when she's almost finished with her practise that an arrow flies towards her, and Gauri ducks out of the way. Her eyes narrow at Bhalla and Bhairavrath— the previous culprits.

Bhalla raises his hands in surrender and glares towards Bhairavrath. Bhairavrath shrugs.

"The enemy will not wait for your hand to heal, my princess."

"Aren't you getting more audacious by the day, Bhairavrath?" Gauri asks him, amused by his bluntness as she somehow manages to put away the sitar and stand up. He ducks his head, fastidiously ignoring the way Bhalla and Bahu both are glaring at him.

Bahu opens his mouth and Gauri shoots him a look. He closes his mouth.

"I apologise if I've crossed my limits, my princess," Bhairavrath says passively as she nears him,"But you are a warrior as well. I pray that you never have to see a battlefield but if you do, no enemy will be kind to you because of an injury."

"What is your use if she has to fight battles?" Bahu asks, still scorned.

Gauri raises her eyebrows,"What is the use of Mama if you two have to train to fight?"

"We're princes, Gauri," Bhalla says while Bahu colours in embarrassment. "We must be prepared to fight. Who will fight for the King who doesn't enter the battlefield amongst them?"

Gauri counters,"And I am a princess, Bhalla. Who will fight for a Queen who doesn't enter the battlefield amongst them?"

Bhalla actually chuckles and a shimmer of fury burns in Gauri at his tone as he speaks,"You're going to go to some other place after being married, Gauri. And your husband will be responsible for battles. Mahishamati is a Kingdom, not a Queendom."

"Who cares about the rules of old ideas?" Gauri says,"Even if I don't rule this kingdom, I will rule some other. And I'm no damsel, waiting for a defence. Bhairavrath is no immortal. He will serve me for all his days, but I will not rely on only him for my protection."

Katappa nods. "Gauri is right here, Bhalla. She trains with you to fight because she is a warrior too. She is a princess and it is her duty to protect her people as much as it is yours. Not only Gauri but you two must also learn to fight with both hands."

Bhall lightly stomps on Gauri's foot. "Did you really need to do this?"

She elbows him, hard. "Yes, you brat."

"I will break your other hand."

"I will throw you off a cliff."

Before Bhalla can retort, Bahu shoves the two away from each other. "Children, please!"

Gauri spies a smile on Bhairavrath's face and rolls her eyes. "Since you had this brilliant idea, why don't you tell me how I suddenly use my non-dominant hand as proficiently as my dominant hand, Bhairavrath?"

He bows his head, that audacious smirk in place. "As my princess commands."

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They start with laathis. Gauri feels like a child but tries to grip a laathi as she would with her right hand. The grip feels wrong, even as she tries to balance it between her fingers. It's not the same, her fingers tremble at the weight of it and she feels pathetic.

It's only her and Bhairavrath in the courtyard for now, as the sun starts setting down. He seems to hold himself with ease and a burn of envy goes through Gauri.

He encourages her and Gauri tries to strike the grass doll as hard as she would with her right hand but her force isn't even enough to knock out the thing— while she would have previously wrecked it with one strike.

"Let's try again." He says, and comes at her right. "Look at my hand, princess." His left hand is holding the laathi as his right often holds his dagger. There's no awkwardness. He loosens his grip and tightens it again to show Gauri how his slender fingers grip the laathi.

"Take a deep breath, my princess. You are too worried about your performance." She raises her eyebrows at him incredulously but he doesn't seem to care, eyes on how she grips her laathi. She takes in a deep breath, forcing her shoulders to relax and her arm muscles loosen. "That's good. Now, do what you do with your right hand— same grip, same pressure."

"Oh, thank you, that is such great advice, Bhairavrath!" Gauri huffs sarcastically and hears his snort but doesn't pay attention to him as she adjusts her grip, the pressure on the laathi decreasing.

He raises his hand and she mimics the motion, feeling the trembling start in her finger tips again. "Focus on what you want to inflict, my princess," he says,"don't focus on what you feel."

Gauri nods and waits for another instruction.

"Hold your hand like that for as long as you can," he says,"but shift your legs, you are leaning too much on your right side."

She shifts. "Has anyone ever told you that you are a bad teacher?"

"As you are my first student; no, my princess." He snarks at her, that goddamn audacious smirk in place. Gauri rolls her eyes.

She lets her left arm fall down as he begins to feel it tremble as a whole. "I can't change my ways suddenly, Bhairavrath," she tells him as he puts away the laathis,"I'd have a better advantage if I had learnt it from childhood, but this sudden shift is throwing me off kilter."

Bhairavrath hums.

"Tell me, my princess, is there any task you do in which you particularly use your left hand more?"

"Sewing," she says, leaning against a wall, waiting on him. "I play the sitar with my left hand as well." She doesn't tell him, but she applies her kohl better with her left hand as well.

Bhairavrath hums as he returns to her side, keeping himself an arm's reach behind her as they begin to walk towards her rooms. "You weren't taught to give your right hand a preference in these activities, correct?" She nods, shooting a glance at him over her shoulder. "Your bias for your right hand leaves you feeling unable to fight with your left. You must first acknowledge that your left hand is just as capable as your right."

Gauri hummed. "Why don't you walk beside me, rather than behind me? I find conversations are more comfortable this way."

She stops and turns and he stops walking as well. His jaw locks in place. "I cannot breach my limits and walk beside you, my princess. I am meant to walk behind you."

"Let's strike a deal," she says, beginning to walk backwards. She knows the palace like the back of her hand, she can navigate the place blindfolded. Walking backwards is no big deal, but the way Bhairavrath's eyes widen, she knows she has made the impact she wanted to. "You will walk behind me when we are in company. When alone, you will walk with me." She sees Bhairavrath opening his mouth to protest and speaks over him. "It's that or I walk backwards while facing you in order to save my neck some cramps."

He nods reluctantly and Gauri waits for him to catch up to her. "No one has felt the need to make conversation with me before, my princess. I apologise if I was rude in any manner."

"Well, I like to converse with persons close to myself."

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Part 6

Tagging: @alhad-si-simran @vijayasena @multifandom-boss-bitch @o-merebholebalam @satanicallysatanicchild

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Ah! @mayavanavihariniharini, look what your ficlet has made me do. 

So, this piece of fanfiction was written as a follow up to this piece of fanfiction, as yet another entry for our @teambaahubali Summertime challenge. 

Brace yourselves for yet another torture, and Shubhra, I’m sorry once again. :D

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Baahubali (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Characters: Sivagami, Mahendra Baahubali Additional Tags: POV Second Person, Angst, Oneshot, Canon Compliant Summary:

One son’s blood on your hands.

The other son’s arrow in your back.

This will be your legacy.

@avani008 @parlegee