#bahubali tag

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you know what I miss rn? The niche desi fandoms that were hyperactive for a while and slowly fizzled out. So many friendships were born out of these fandoms. There three that were the most impactful out of these for me. So RIP Bahubali Fandom, RRR Fandom and Ponniyin Selvan Fandom. Also are y'all still sneaking out here?

[swxrxgini]

Can you please write headcanons for Bhallaladeva when instead of devsena, he became obsessed with reader after seeing her portrait. And requests his mother to arrange their marriage. Can you also please write how will he court her and act around her before and after marriage? Thank you ❤️

|: The apsara in the portrait...

Receiver....Author: "Hello? Yes, okay. Thank you for the request!! This psycho is definitely a fan favourite and I love him so much!"

Receiver....Synopsis: "The beauty of Heranshi was it's princess and upon seeing a portrait of her painted by a villager from Heranshi, the elder prince of Maheshmati falls for her after seeing her portrait.."

Receiver....warnings: "Hello? Okay, not many warnings, but Bhallaldeva is probably a bit tamer here since he's not so much behind Devsena so he doesn't feel like he's losing another thing to Bahubali, so he's a bit tamer and not so much after the throne now| Reader mentioned to have siblings and mentions of pregnancy| He's a bit OOC|| Part 2: Nsfw"

✤ Bhalleldeva is a man of refined taste as one would say, he's a royal and the elder son of Rajamatha Shivgami Devi and a crown prince. Of-curse he's known for his lavish tastes. He wanted the throne, but couldn't get it. So when Shivgami Devi sent him away for, he got delighted as it gave him a chance to earn the throne back.

✤ While Bahubali was away, Bhalladeva indulged himself in different things, drinks, games, fights and especially women..when one day, as he was having fun with drinks, he overheard a few of the noble men's servants talking about an apsara from Heranshi, "Have you seen her hair??", "So black and so long, perfect for a lady of her title" compliments after compliments poured from their mouths for the so called princess.

✤ And one thing led to another and he got the foreign nobleman to pain a picture of the so called apsara, he was curious, he couldn't lie..and he could see why people of your empire loved you so much, you were so gorgeous with your long hair, gorgeous eyes, and stories of your kindness and more only encourage his sudden infatuation with you.

✤ He told his mum on accident how much he had begun liking you, and she excitedly call for a meeting after Bahubali returned for a while and they visited Heranshi for a while and met with the king and queen, both of them glad to meet the great Shivgami Devi, and her sons, Bhallalldeva and Bahubali.

✤ They were invited by the king and queen for a festival and you held a dance performance as the princess of your empire and he was star struck, Bahubali would smirk and nudge Bhallaldeva's shoulders and tease him about being obsessed with you before even knowing your name, as Bhalladeva would push him away as he giggled softly.

✤ You and your siblings were introduced to Bahubali and Bhallaldeva and he got to know your name, Y/N, and he was swooning, you were even prettier up close..he could barely hold himself up and he swear to god he felt his knees buckle underneath his weight as you smiled at him.

✤ After a lot of talk, you and Bhalladeva were to be put into an arranged marriage and so he started courting you, he would bring your extremely gorgeous pendents and jewellery; anklets, armbands, earrings, necklaces, nose rings, bracelets, dress belts, expensive clothing, some even bejewelled with gold and stuff.

✤ Flowers, gifts, statues, portraits, expensive clothing, spoiling you with food you liked, jewellery you enjoyed beaded with your birth stones or gemstones, diamonds, gold, silver, platinum and so much more. He would gift them to you and though you found it a bit too extravagant, your parents were happy you had gotten such a wealthy and rich fiancee for yourself.

✤ He knows he's conceited, a bit cruel, a bit of a sadist and if we're being honest, not a fit person for someone as kind and gorgeous as you. So he had to suck up SO MUCH pride and go to Bahubali for advice or Kattappa if hes EXTREMELY desperate and ask them for advice and actually takes some things into consideration even if he thinks Bahubali just talks his brain and word vomits whenever he speaks.

✤ Bahubali actually thinks this engagement between you two is pretty beneficial, not only for the alliance of empires, but also to build his relationship with Bhallaldeva. And he is pretty happy to do so with his brother, even if he doesn't like his brother a lot.

✤ Bhalladeva and you would be sitting like eating lunch or dinner and he would listen to whatever it is you have to say if you're more talktative and if he's the more talkative one, he'd be trying to tell you as much as he can about the books he read, stories of his childhood, about himself, about his empire, Maheshmati, to you while you listen with interest. If you're both a bit closer at this point, you both might even feed each other.

✤ Eventually he did have to go back, but you got your parents to send you with him to Maheshmati for a while to see how living there would be like while Bahubali headed back to see Devsena with Kattapa.

✤ You and Bhalladeva got certainly a lot of time together, you did not like his father Bijjaladeva a lot who sneered at you, but you didn't say anything to Bhalladeva because you did not want to be disrespectful to him and his family, especially not his mum, who come to like you a lot...But after a while, Bhalladeva did catch the uncomfortability you got around his dad and asked you once while you both laid in his bed.

✤ You did eventually speak your mind out a bit, trying to be as respectful as possible, ready to be kicked out or whatever..but he sighed, internally he knew you'd be creeped out by his dad's weird, not because of his weird body stature, but rather by his scheming, sort of evil intended nature..He calmed you down, promise to protect you...and talked to his dad about it as well.

✤ Simply to say, his dad was not happy and did try to scheme your death, but he shut it down and gave a stern talking to his dad. While you and him slowly got closer and closer, until Bahubali came back with more news that he liked Devsena and the two fell in love and stuff, it was pretty rushed, but him and Devsena seemed closer than anything.

✤ You and Bhalladeva's marriage was first and since you were quite beloved for your kind, generous and wealthy reign in your family's empire, people welcomed you with open arms. As you and him got married in a lavish wedding, your mother cried.

✤ During your marriage, let's say they still had the shoe stealing tradition, and so your sisters stole Bhalladeva's shoes which were so huge compared to them, and they had to be extra tricky, they stole the shoes when he removed them and he couldn't even feel bad cause you were laughing softly, looking so pretty.

✤ It was a good bonding moments and he did give your sisters huge sum of money to get his shoes back as your sisters, you, Bahubali, your close families laughed gently, and you were accepted into the family by Shivgami Devi immediately.

✤ Bhalladeva did complain to you about how he wanted the throne and stuff, but trying to a form a relationship with you, advice on relationships and stuff all came from Bahubali and so the two formed a bond, he became more interested in spending time with you rather than running an empire and besides, his mum's judgement never went wrong.

✤ You thought he showered you with gifts before, he showered you with gifts and affection even more after marriage, constant kisses, constant spending time together with him reading you old stories of Mahesmati or Heranshi..whatever he can get.

✤ Both getting palmistry to see your future in marriage and he did not wish to tell you anything, no matter how much you demanded it. He definitely became more mellowed out and calmer after your marriage, constant affection in private, though in public, his hand is always around yours. People of Maheshmati think it's rather adorable and servants even more so.

✤ He sometimes has you watch his fights with Bijjaladeva, him sometimes making back-handed compliments which you threw back with equally sassy yet respectable comments which made Bhalladeva laughed, though he tried not to show it.

✤ You know in the first week of marriage, Bahubali was sitting on the floor with kid's toys and you bent down and held his chin and kissed his forehead like a mum and you both go so confused cause he called you mum on accident after that and Bhalladeva instantly though you both were drunk...

✤ Apparently Bahubali is your babyboy brother too. And you were so incredibly happy for him as his marriage was done to such a gorgeous girl which you definitely teased him about as he giggled like a babygirl, while Bhalladeva glared at Bahubali.

✤ He has portraits painted of you and he gets pissed off if they don't portray your beauty exactly as he sees it, whenever after a puja he gets prashad, he feeds it to you first before eating it himself, same of taking the puja from the diya, he does it to you first before himself.

✤ Very protective and possessive, his murderous tendencies do jump back in when some man or lady tries to disrespect you, he has threatened and maybe killed hurt some people, not that he will tell you.

✤ Always decorating you with stuff you have in your closet after a day because it's a way he relaxes, seeing you dolled up and pretty, as it's tiring for you, since you have to take off so many heavy gold, diamond, gemstone and silver and other jewellery.

✤ It won't be too long before you do get pregnant, if you want NSFW headcanons...that's another thing, request it and maybe I'll do it. Maybe add in some scenarios for this too, fluffy ones though.

✤ But seriously, you do get pregnant pretty quickly, cause man he's a..how to say, he desperately insatiable guy and he thinks you'd look gorgeous while pregnant, and have children with your looks who he thinks will be absolute beauties on earth.

✤ During his and Bahubali's coronation, you calmed his nerves and told him it's fine to be a commander of arms right beside the emperor too and Bahubali thanked you immensely for it that his relationship with Bhalladeva was healed and not torn apart for the throne. He took the oath as Devsena made you sit with her, since she was cooing to your pregnant belly the entire time and congratulating you

✤ Speaking of Devsena, you and her literally become best-friends, especially after her and Bahubali's marriage and she gets pregnant not too long after you, brothers are not so different after all.

✤ But before she was pregnant, she gifted you so many things and you gifted her so many things from your empire, Heranshi as well. You and her took so much time with each other that after a while the brother's got jealous of each other's wife for having so much attention of their wife on the other's wife...yeah..

✤ Overall, pretty cute marriage, he's head over heels, loves you, obsessed with you, kills for you, dies for you, decorates you and loves your kids a lot.

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We'll say hello again (Nevermind the chasm between us) 17

Gauri has read about moments like these. She's written about moments like these. But it's the first time that she feels it.

Rage coursing in her veins to make her burn, fury freezing her at place and heart and throat suddenly burning under a weight she cannot see. Helplessness bursts through her spine and she wants to collapse but she stands still. The thali in her hand digs into her palms and Gauri desperately wants to ground herself back to reality but she cannot speak.

Maa steps forward. She locks eyes with Gauri and something passes between them.

Do not do this. I am your daughter. Help me. Reject him. Let me speak. Do not. Do not. Please. Please. Guide me to a better place. Protect me. Help me. Protect me. Protect me. Protect me. I am your daughter.

"The royal throne acknowledges and accepts your proposal, Mahoday Vijay. We shall discuss the courting process in detail tomorrow, after Pooja."

I will not help you. Help yourself. I cannot protect you. No one can protect anyone. You are a daughter. This is your fate. This is your fate. This was my fate. This was your mother's fate. You are cursed with the fate of a daughter. You are not my daughter. I only have sons.

The edges of the thali dig into her palms further and Gauri feels the slight hissing burn of skin breaking. Gauri opens her mouth and Maa glares at her. Maa turns her eyes away.

"Maa."

Gauri cannot defy the Queen Mother in front of the civil population. It's not her sanskar, not her training, not her morals and not something that is acceptable. But she needs to speak. She needs to say no.

Maa gives her a side eyed look and shakes her head minutely.

Gauri looks at Amar. Her half, her heart, her twin. He looks back at her, surprise, anger and something else dances under his eyes. He takes a step towards her, eyes determined and on her. Uncle extends a hand. Amar doesn't stop, throwing their uncle a look that would have been a foretelling of someone's death, had they not had the royal blood Amar and uncle share. Uncle clears his throat and signs towards Maa.

Maa tilts her head sharply and—

Amar freezes.

He looks at Maa in shock and opens his mouth but no words come out. He looks at Gauri, now a pitying and more annoyed look in his eyes. He looks back at Maa. And for a moment Gauri wants to laugh at his audacity. He feels betrayed by Maa, because Maa isn't letting him side with Gauri.

What about me. What about me. You betrayed me too. My brother, my soul, my heart, my twin. Betrayed me.

He will always choose Maa before her, Gauri remembers thinking, at the age of thirteen. She was right.

Despite the warm burn in her palms and the sudden pricking in her eyes, Gauri feels the fingertips of her hands going cold. Her fingers tighten further on the thali and she feels the metal digging into her raw flesh until she feels a drop of blood slither down her alta painted right palm.

Gauri looks at Bhalla, who appears equally shocked. He makes eye contact with her. Looks away. Gulps. And sighs, fortifying his mind again, before he looks at her and points towards Vijay with a sharp nudge of his head. Her brother. Her cousin. Bhalla, who used to twirl her around in air and promise her that he'll marry her to someone brave and courageous.

Gauri looks at Vijay, who smiles winningly at her. His smile feels like something tangible on her. There's a gentle curve in his smile and his shoulders are relaxed, eyes open in invitation. Gauri keeps her eyes glued on his cheek, refusing to look into his eyes and give him the pleasure of seeing her being betrayed. She lets her eyes turn unfocused and the sight of him goes blurry, even for a second, a Gauri feels a moment of safety for it.

She looks at the Shivling in the temple. I asked for nothing but love. The ache in her chest intensifies and out of all, she feels the most betrayed by her friend, by Mahadev. He is supposed to know her. Help her.

Blood crawls down both of her palms and before it can stain the temple floor, Gauri ducks her head, silently asking for leave and turns. She plasters a smile on her face as the people start to talk again, continuing to distribute Prasad to the rare remaining people around her.

"My princess." A whisper in her ear brings her out of her trance with a breath. She blinks and turns her head to Bhairav, who has his hands out and head bowed. "May I receive some Prasad too?"

Gauri's smile shrinks until it's a real one. A tired, but real smile. She gives the last piece in the plate to him, keeping sure that her blood hasn't stained any of the Prasad. Bhairav takes the prasad but instead of eating it, presses it into her hand. Gauri looks at him, alarmed, but holds the prasad with her fingertips to not stain it with her blood. He gently pries away the thali from her hand and holds it from the exact places where her blood is now a dried smear.

He removes a cloth from his waistband and offers it to her. "Eat the prasad, my princess," he says, almost inaudible,"you have yet to have it."

In the commotion around them, Gauri breaks the prasad in half and presses the bigger part into his calloused hands as she takes the cloth. With a tipping of her chin, she orders him to eat his part of the Prasad and eats her part, using his scarf to wipe the blood on her palms.

"Just one word, my princess," he whispers as he takes the cloth back from her hands. "The next one to bleed will be him. Give me an order. Say yes."

Inexplicably, Gauri wants to embrace him for the simple kindness of friendship he shows her. The fact that he is ready to kill someone, a noble at that, for her, is baffling and empowering. The fact that he cares for her above even the simple etiquette of the temple to not talk about murder in front of God, the fact that he simply cares. It makes her want to drop to her knees in relief. Bhairav cares. Bhairav cares. Bhairav cares.

Bhairav cares.

Gauri shakes her head. "Thank you, Bhairav. But for now, we wait." She doesn't look anywhere but in Bhairav's eyes as she speaks. "We need the accounts of the situation. I spilt my blood today. Yours will not be spilt over a pig."

Gauri knows the doubts he must have. But he never questions her. He nods. "I trust you, my princess."

The gajra in her hair wraps her in the smell of jasmines again and Gauri finds herself smiling. "And I, you."

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Surprisingly, it's Maa who approaches her. Almost at midnight, when Gauri is walking towards her chambers with Bhairav in tow, Maa approaches her. With a flick of her hand, her guards stay behind as she walks towards Gauri.

Gauri sees Maa's eyes dart sharply towards Bhairav but Bhairav doesn't hesitate in following Gauri's footsteps until she turns towards him and nods, leaving him a few meters behind her so she and Maa can have the privacy that Maa must be needing.

"Shall we enter your room, daughter?"

Gauri doesn't say anything, opens the doors to her chambers and lets Maa go in first, out of courtesy, and follows. As soon as the door is shut, Gauri quietly says,"Niece." Maa looks at her questioningly. "Would you do to your daughter what you're doing to me?"

Maa's eyes narrow. "Do not accuse me of bias, Gauri. You know better than that." (Does she? Does she, really?)

Gauri clenches her jaw. "Let me accuse you of something more feasible, then. You're using me as bait."

Maa purses her lips and moves to sit at the settee near the window, the one which shows the moon every night. Gauri knows the answer to her non-question then. She narrows her eyes as she speaks, "You have something to prove. You need a favour. You need his help and the only way he can be won over is marriage with me because he already has plenty of wealth and you cannot bribe him with money, so you bribe him with a woman. And not any woman. The princess of Mahishmati. Or is that just an empty title?"

"Enough of your impertinence, Gauri!" Maa says, a frown on her face,"I understand that you are upset and that is why I am letting you speak so, but do remember that I am your elder and your mother."

Gauri looks down. The feeling of helplessness comes back over. (I only have sons). "And what shall I do? I shall write over my life to a man already widowed and a dozen years older than me? What for? At least do me the courtesy of telling me why am I being sold!"

"Stop speaking as if I am selling you!" Maa says, the hurt sparkling in her big eyes. Gauri knows she feels pressured too but at this moment, she cannot find it in herself to care. She needs to be selfish. This situation of being selfish has arisen due to Maa's affirmation. Gauri will not be sold to the highest bidder like cattle. If she has to hurt others for it, so be it.

Gauri can see tears welling up in Maa's eyes as she speaks,"I do not enjoy the prospect of snatching away your right to choose your husband. What we feel on matters like these seldom ever matters. We are women. We must think of the future before we think of ourselves."

Gauri sneered at her,"Ah, yes. The future where I marry a man well into his mid life and then birth him children and die while birthing his fifth child! The future where I am nothing but a trophy, a status, a broodmare! And when I die, he will find another wife to breed."

It's not as if she's a child and unaware of the way the world works. The only reason men want young wives is their ability to birth more children with relatively less hassle.

"Watch what you are speaking and who you are speaking to, Gauraangi!" Maa roars, louder than Gauri has ever heard her speak. Eyes red and the muscles in her neck taut with tension.

"And remember who you are talking to, Maa!" Gauri snaps right back, voice turning into a growl with her fury. "I am not a victim and I am not a child. I want the truth. Not this gender biased nonsensical philosophy."

Maa sneers at her. "And who are you if not a child? What do you think the world is? It is not ideal, it is not moral and it is certainly not perfect! Other people have worse lives and they don't throw tantrums!" Before Gauri can retort to that, Maa continues,"I have tried my best to give you all the life children should have. I have looked after Mahishmati like I have looked after you three. And I know I raised you to put Mahishmati above everything, even yourself!"

Gauri resisted the urge to shout and snarl like an animal. "Then talk to me!" She pleaded, instead. "Tell me what's going on. Tell me why this is suddenly happening. Why does Mahishmati suddenly need the favour of a governor?"

Suddenly, the fight seemed to leave Maa. She almost slumped against the wall at her back and closed her eyes for a long moment. Just as Gauri was getting uncomfortable in the silence, Maa spoke. "Vijay is a cunning man. He knows that the West province brings in a lot of export and thus wealth to the state. I have heard reports of him frequently meeting some officials from the Swarnimpur. If he becomes a snitch, Mahishmati could see an economic disaster."

"And he would gain money. We could come out of this hypothetical disaster but it would be a wreck, especially in the trader class," Gauri speaks, going in a trance as she gets the conclusions of the possibility. "Vijay would earn a lot of money. But he already has plenty of wealth, perhaps owing to some sort of forgery or fraud. He already has materialistic means but he doesn't have a family. He returns to a mansion, but it is full of servants who are paid to care for him. He needs a wife who would care for him and children who would take his name. He does not crave for family. He craves for successors. And he would never father an illegitimate child or even adopt a child. That is why you bribe him with me."

Maa looks pained but nods nonetheless. "I do not want to throw something like this on you, Gauri. You deserve the freedom to choose a husband. But we need to look out for our citizens first."

Gauri walks towards Maa with heavy footsteps, eyes unseeing again. The weight of an economic collapse is not unserious and Gauri knows the sheer consequences it could breed. Mahishmati is prosperous and the royal treasury would try to control it, but if the exports that should be Mahishmati's went to Swarnimpur, the loss of a source of income would hit the majority of the citizens. From the labourers, the merchants, the hand crafters, the sellers, to even the buyers. It would be hell to contain.

The fire needed to be put out while it was still in the embers.

And Gauri is the only way to stop it, it seems.

Her eyes ache and burn and Gauri wants someone to embrace her and kiss her forehead and tell her that it will be fine and she doesn't need to sell her life to a man for the sake of her Kingdom. The Kingdom, which never loved her as much as it loved her brothers, the Kingdom which will never be hers.

Yet.

Yet.

Gauri can't let the people suffer. She can't. Something crumbles in her and her shoulders slump, a physical indication of how she feels. Like a marionette, she walks towards her bed and sits down, feeling the room closing in on herself.

Gauri thinks of the days she has spent romanticizing the life she wished for herself, one day. A loving husband, who would support her rise to the ministry. A couple of children, who would call her maa and she would be there for them, unlike how her mother wasn't. Sneaking out to the markets with Bahu and Bhalla's respective wives. Lifting her nieces or nephews in her arms and spinning them around like Bhalla used to do with her. Amar teaching sword fighting to their respective children.

She had simple goals: to love and be loved, to stay with the people she loves.

And yet, to protect the land she loves, Gauri will have to leave the province altogether. Or, at least, make everyone think that she would be leaving.

Gauri would sooner kill Vijay than become a pawn in this game of chess.

She dares lift her eyes and gaze at Maa, who looks at her with sympathy and thankfulness, clearly thinking Gauri has accepted her "fate" to marry Vijay. She looks away again within a moment, to make Maa believe how upset she is.

Gauri will rewrite her fate. In blood, when need comes.

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[sada-siva-sanyaasi]

jagadeka veerudu, athiloka sundari - part eleven

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(a/n- hello there! decided to go with something @auranightangle suggested, so this is the face of Rudra. probably making it harder for you to decide who Aarya should end up with, but it's alright. I like watching y'all scream in the comments. ciao then!

~juhi <3)

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He didn’t notice the quiet whispers in the halls, or the flickering fires lighting his palace. He didn’t notice his father’s outrageous screams or Kattappa’s frown. He didn’t notice the restless people of Sundarsi discussing what should be done. But he noticed Aarya’s stoic but pale face, her reluctance to look up and her fingers twitching at her sides as she got bombarded by every voice, demanding answers. 

“Aarya will not speak to anyone right now,” Bhalla’s voice boomed over every other voice and instantly made them shut up. He walked over to Aarya, carelessly brushing past Rudra and took her hand into his, rubbing soothing patterns. She exhaled, closing her eyes as he gently brushed her hair out of her face. “Would you like me to take you to your room? It’s been a long day, you must be exhausted.” 

“But Bhalla-” “Not now, Nanna.” Bhalla firmly said, casting his father a glare as Aarya nodded slowly, moving closer to him. Bhalla turned to Kattappa and nodded wordlessly, making the old general bow and escort Anjasi, Sadhana and Sundarsi’s head priest away. As Bhalla and Aarya began to leave, Rudra’s voice made them pause. “I’ll come along, Your Majesty.”

Bhalla’s face hardened and he turned, but Aarya said, “No, you will not. Bhalla, let’s go.” Rudra’s face crumpled behind them as they left, the flickering lights slowly going out entirely. He turned to see Bijjaladeva staring at him with a sneer, who then turned to one of the guards and said, “Give him a room. We still need to discuss this later on.” 

He watched Rudra leave and his sneer returned, closing his eyes as the fire came back to life in the torches.

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Aarya rested her face in her hands, groaning as Bhalla sat next to her. “What is going on? The stones, now Rudra back, this is all so confusing and scary, Bhalla. I was told he was dead, and now he’s standing in front of me.” Bhalla’s eyes softened as he realised she was avoiding Rudra’s proclamation of winning her, and turned her face towards him, a smirk on his face.

“This is a very stupid joke, I’m sure he’s not even Rudra. That impostor will be punished, don’t-” “Oh but he is, Bhalla. That man is Rudra.” Aarya stood up from her place, pacing around her room as he watched. “How do you know?” She sighed, turning to him with an almost guilty look in her eyes. “Rudra is the only one who raises my hand to his forehead, and he only did so when we used to meet secretly. No one touched me, and so he did that in our privacy.”

Bhalla stood up as well, towering over her as she avoided his eyes.”Look at me,” she slowly looked up, feeling his warm eyes on her face. “If you wish to go back to him,” Aarya opened her mouth but he raised his hand, stopping her. “I will not let you go easily, Aarya. I’ll fight you to keep you with me, and him too. I’ll fight your Mahadev if I have to, my name is not Bhallaladeva for no reason.”

Aarya smiled, bringing her hand up to cradle his cheek. “You won’t have to fight anyone anymore, Bhalla.” He leaned into her touch, closing his eyes as his heart sped up at her words. “You won, alright? You won me over, and nothing will make me leave you. I’m all yours.”

Bhalla’s eyes shot open as he stared down at her, his heart racing at her admission. “You’re all mine?” She nodded, her face burning as he pulled her closer to him. “I’m all yours, in this life and the next.”

“Say that again.”

Thoughts left Aarya’s mind when he pulled her face towards his, straight into a seering kiss. Her knees gave away as he hooked his arms under her legs, carrying her to her bed without breaking the kiss. Bhalla set her down gently, pulling away and smirking when she chased after him, eyes closed and breathing heavily. 

“You didn’t say it again, Aarya.” 

Her eyes fluttered open, and she huffed slightly as his smirk widened. “I’m all yours, Bhalla.” His smirk softened and he pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, straightening. “We will solve this problem, and get married too. I can’t wait to call you my queen. Now sleep, you must be tired.”

He turned to leave when Aarya grabbed his hand, her eyes fluttering shut already. “Stay for a while, please. I want you close.” He wordlessly nodded, a small smile on his face as he sat next to her on the bed, caressing her cheek fondly as she drifted off peacefully.

Bhalla studied her features for a little longer, exhaling as he walked out and shut the door behind him, face grim. “Is she asleep?” The voice made him snap out of his thoughts and he looked up, seeing Rudra in front of him. He strolled over to Bhalla, eyes on his hands that were still on the door. Bhalla nodded, his eyes hardening as both of them sized each other up.

“You’re her fiancé, aren’t you? I’m surprised she has agreed to wed you.” Bhalla sighed to himself, straightening as he towered over the soldier. “I’m surprised you thought she would still wait for you.” Aarya had in fact, waited. Bhalla guessed Rudra didn’t need to know that.

“Oh, I’m completely sure she waited. I know my princess very well, Your Majesty.”

Rudra knew. It didn’t matter though.

“Maybe your princess waited for you, but not my queen.” Rudra’s face fell before he got stoic again, stepping forward. “As long as it was her who chose, and you weren’t chosen for her. But you should know, her mind changes very quickly. Will you ever be enough? You, who is no different from the beasts her Mahadev kills without mercy.”

Rudra turned to leave when Bhalla spoke up. “You might be right, but she won’t let me die in his hands. I thought you knew better, Rudra; don’t you know how fiercely protective she is of the ones she loves? Parvati also takes the form of Durga and Kali when she sees fit.” He patted Rudra’s shoulder and smirked, leaning forward. 

“Underestimate me and my will to kill for her all you want, but don’t disregard her loyalty for me. Or wait, maybe you’ll see it for yourself.”

Rudra glared as Bhalla left, his hands twitching at his sides.

— —

“So,” Bijjaladeva began, a sneer on his face as Aarya sat in front of him, Bhalla to her side. All the priests of Sundarsi and Mahishmati were present too, charts and horoscopes lined around, waiting, while Kattappa and Sadhana stood guard close to their king and queen. “Now that her former lover is back, do we still have to go about with this charade?” Bhalla scowled, his grip on his sword tightening while Aarya rolled her eyes.

“We all know you hate me, stop trying to put out your ideas like they matter here. I’m going to wed him, whether you like it or not.”

The doors opened and Rudra walked in, eyes on Aarya as he bowed to her. The head priest of Sundarsi cleared his throat, carefully regarding Rudra once before he turned to Aarya. “Your Majesty, according to your charts, there is no better day for you to wed than the day after tomorrow. And if not then, you can’t wed for another year. So I suggest you-” “Then we will do it the day after tomorrow.” Bhalla said, looking at Aarya who nodded with a smile. “We don’t wish to wait.” 

Rudra watched the processions as the plans went on, his eyes on Aarya as she animatedly took part in everything, her enthusiasm rubbing off on everyone around her. His eyes shifted to Bhalla, Rudra’s chest tightening uncomfortably as he saw him gaze at her. 

Aarya would turn and look at Bhalla, her smile turning shy as she would look away, their fingers touching fleetingly out of everyone’s sight and glances more than just lingering. Rudra’s face remained the same as he stepped away from Aarya, eyes staying on her for a second before he turned to leave the room. His footsteps echoed in the halls as he strode past everyone, tears burning in his eyes when a voice called out to him.

“You don’t wish for them to get married, do you?” Bijjaladeva’s words made him freeze in his place, unmoving while the old man caught up to him. “It’s visible in your eyes, you actually have returned to make her yours again. So why aren’t you-”

“Because I might be hers, as I have always been, but her heart belongs to your son. And as much as it pains me, I love her too much to ever take her away from what makes her happy.” Bijjaladeva rested his hand on Rudra’s shoulder, tutting sympathetically. “You’re a good man, Rudra,” he cooed gently, “and as much as I hate that vile woman, she deserves better than my son. You would protect her from everything, not just as her love but as a soldier too, but I can’t say the same for my son. He has his brother, his nephew and mother killed, his sister-in-law jailed and tortured ruthlessly for going against him. Should Aarya ever disagree with him, what’s to say he won’t do that again?”

His grip on Rudra’s shoulder tightened as he inched closer, voice low. “You love her and she loves him, but Bhalla may not later on. Protect her, Rudra. Do whatever you can to save your queen, and I’ll help you with it. You shall thank me later on, believe me.” Rudra stayed quiet, mulling over his words as the old man watched him, mouth twitching into a smirk.

— —

Bhalla and Aarya sat next to each other, watching the sunset when Anjasi arrived, bowing. “Your Majesty, you need to leave to your quarters, the wedding preparations require you to stay away from the king till the day of your wedding.” Aarya smiled gently at Bhalla and stood up, walking away from him. As he watched her retreating figure, a frown took over his face, and he turned to Kattappa. “Did you tell Nanna about Rudra being the one Aarya was in love with?” He shook his head, making Bhalla’s frown deepen. 

“Find out what Nanna is up to, I don’t like where this is headed.”

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[eternalkauravstan]

Bahubali looks a lot like a more plump Duryodhan 🫣

[mahi-wayy]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 | 𝑩𝑯𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑨𝑳𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑨

• General • Romantic [both sfw and nsfw]

I - GENERAL

the outcast prince.

the whole evil streek comes from bad parenting and childhood trauma and not his personality.

the one who actually thinks things through from start to finish in the mahishmati royalty.

the only attention he received as a child was from bahu who loved him as his big brother.

her mother was too into making sure bahu was her son, father always saw him as a opportunity not a son.

developed inferiority complex thanks to the fantastic parents.

first time he felt hate towards his brother was at the age of seventeen.

when his father told him bahu will get the praise if he wins and sympathy if doesn't while bhalla would get nothing.

he didn't believe him, bhalla won bahu didn't but everyone was attending the darling prince while he only had his father going 'I told you so'

isn't much of a drinker because he hates his how his dad gets when he is drunk. scared he would end up the same.

he is just a scared little boy who nobody bothered to help. the only one to ever even try was his brother.

killing bahu wasn't the plan from the beginning, he just wanted the crown not the blood of his brother on his hands.

had a minor breakdown the night he killed bahu and his mother. refuses to address it.

constant nightmare of being left alone.

hates his dad a lot actually.

best political mind ever.

NOT A MORNING PERSON.

his gada was a gift from bahu because he got the younger boy a sword.

adored bahu until their teens.

always made sure the younger was in his line of sight when they were young.

once took a blame for bahu infront of sivagami and the said male cried for a hour because he was thankful.

was a behaved, quite child who loves reading. has a private library he goes in to destress.

being a tyrant wasn't the plan from the beginning either but he grew detached to people who never seemed to notice another prince other than their bahubali.

depressed. really depressed.

forced himself into a habit of not crying because it made him vulnerable.

temper issues.

violent episodes followed by very heavy depressive episodes.

II - ROMANITC

SFW

not much interested in love, won't make the first move either.

plays hard to get on purpose.

sleeping in as a date.

wraps around his partner like blanket while sleeping.

war strategy discussions as dates.

reading together>>>

protective as hell.

can and will eliminate any threats.

NSFW

dom leaning switch.

mostly a hard dom but subs when he needs some else to take the lead.

likes tying up his partner.

enjoys overestimulating his partner.

loves how his brains stops when he is denied orgasm.

growls and groans.

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tags : @vijayasena @voidsteffy @warnermeadowsgirl @mayakimayahai @rambheem-is-real

[mellaga-karagani]

Masterlist

Requests are open!!!

Current works:

(Ignore how unorganised these are, idk how to sort them, should I sort them by actor or movie idk please leave any suggestions if you have any 😭😭)

Promts / Dialogue sets:

Bhallaladeva 《 Bahubali》

Amarendra Baahubali 《 Bahubali 》

Devasena 《 Bahubali 》

Alluri Seetha Ramaraju 《 RRR 》

Komaram Bheem 《 RRR 》

Arjun Reddy 《 Arjun Reddy 》

Deva 《 Devadas 》

Bhairava 《 Magadheera 》

Aarya 《 Aarya》

Aarya 《 Aarya 2 》

Bantu 《 Ala Vaikunthapuramuloo 》

Rana Naidu 《 Rana Naidu 》

Siddha 《 Acharya 》

Shyam Singha Roy 《 Shyam Singha Roy 》

Nandu 《 Athadu 》

Chandu 《 Ready 》

Pandu 《 Pokiri 》

Shiva 《 Kantara 》

Oneshots:

Nandu / Pardhu 《 Athadu 》

❝I'm scared of the things I would do for you, but I also hate the idea of anyone else having you.❞

☆•☆•☆•☆•☆

Work in progress:

Deva 《 Salaar 》 (Requested by @d-genie)

Nani 《 Eega 》 (Requested by @toomanyfanficsbruh)

Nani 《 Nani's Gang Leaded》 (Requested by @toomanyfanficsbruh)

Peddodu (Vijay) 《SVSC》 (Requested by @toomanyfanficsbruh)

Chinnodu (Ajay) 《SVSC》 (Requeated by @toomanyfanficsbruh)

Hanumanthu 《HanuMan》 (Requested by @bhalare-vichitram)

Jai 《 Mirchi 》 (Requested by @futuristicclampatrolkid)

Danny Shekar 《 Bheemla Naayak 》 (Requested by @toomanyfanficsbruh)

Gana 《 Sarrainodu 》 (Requested by @mahi-wayy )

Rama Raju 《 RRR 》 (Requested by @voidsteffy )

"What if you and I were meant to part ways, only so we could find each other again?"

☆•☆•☆•☆•☆

Taglist!!:

@allari-ammayi , @vellipo-mellaga , @vijayasena , @lite-teesko , @toomanyfanficsbruh , @voidsteffy , @mahi-wayy (Please reply if you wish to be tagged in future relases!!<33)

[celestesinsight]

I recently watched Salaar!

It was recommended by Netflix and I decided to give it a try. I didn't think I would like the movie though. It's not like I don't enjoy dystopian stories or action movies. But the movies involving mindless violence, hypermasculinity without any proper story and context put me off.

But I was intrigued by the intro and the dynamics between Deva and Varadha. Deva held a live wire to get Varadha's nose-ring back. In the next scene Varadha protected Deva and his mother by giving up his territory. And not just any territory, but his biggest territory. It showed the regard both of them hold for each other. Then the whole 'Salaar' lore is narrated by Baba and Varadha calling Deva, 'his Salaar'. I couldn't wait to watch more of their interactions.

Hence, you all can imagine my disappointment when the next scene wasn't about them, but the story of an Odia movie named 'Agastya'. I had watched it years ago and knew that it was a remake of a Kannada movie. I haven't watched the original movie though.

I persisted through the first half of the movie with a hope of seeing Deva and Varadha onscreen again. Tbh, the first half was not that bad with the mystery behind Amna and Deva's behaviour, the 'Prathi Gaadhalo' song and Radha Rama-Obulamma co-dependent relationship.

And I don't have words to describe the second half of the movie. I can only say, I am completely obsessed with 'Deva and Varadha'.

I am not someone who's into homoerotic movies/books. Simply because, I have a history crushing on fictional characters and love to imagine myself in place of the heroines. Or if I don't like the heroine's character, I imagine a new story with an OC.

But something about the relationship of these two characters, has me hooked.

I have already watched the movie in Telugu, Hindi and now watching it in English. I think I am going to watch it in all languages. The only movie I had watched in all languages was 'Bahubali 1 & 2.' I will definitely not stop until I have analysed each and every scene, character and relationship.

I will definitely be disappointed if in the second part, they will make Aadhya a love interest of Deva. I know, Indian Cinema hasn't evolved enough to show 'Deva and Varadha' as a couple. But showing their happy ending with 'legendary atoot dosti' is enough for me. But I can never imagine Deva choosing Aadhya over Varadha. That would be an offence.

I can't wait for the second part to be released. And do tag me when you all write fanfictions/posts on 'Salaar'.

[allari-ammayi]

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𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨

✧*̥˚ 𝐕𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐦 *̥˚✧

వైకుంఠపురానికి స్వాగతం

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐨...

𝐀𝐡𝐚 ��𝐚𝐚 𝐏𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 》 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐫

1:35 ───ㅇ───── 2:36

↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

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𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐞

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 》 ☆Keerthi☆

𝐀𝐠𝐞 》 ☆16☆

𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 》 ☆Australian-Indian🇦🇺🇮🇳☆

𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐋 #𝟏 》 ♡Rana Daggubati♡ Bhallaladeva, Danny Shekar, Radha Jogendra

𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐋 #𝟐 》 ♡Ram Charan♡ Kala Bhairava, Naayak, Abhuram, A. Sitarama Raju

╰┈➤ ❝ 𝐘/𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬 ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ 𝐎𝐂 𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬 ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬/𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ❞

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄!! 》 All of my fics will be written in two versions. One of the versions will be with a Fem! Reader and the other will be written with a female OC! (Both versions will be the same except for the MC. You can read either, depending on which one you prefer!)

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬

╰┈➤ ❝ 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐧𝐲 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐠𝐮 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ 𝐑𝐑𝐑 ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ 𝐁𝐚𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐢 ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ 𝐁𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐥𝐚 𝐍𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐤 ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚 ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐚 𝟏&𝟐 ❞

Last updated: 14. 06. 24

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 》

@vijayasena, @voidsteffy, @toomanyfanficsbruh, @jkdaddy01

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𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬/𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐈𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 》

𝐁𝐚𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐢

╰┈➤ ❝ Wife | Pt. 3 《 Bharya 》 {B. Deva}❞ 🌸💛🍒 ♧COMING SOON♧

╰┈➤ ❝ Look at Me 《 Nannu Choodu 》 {B. Deva}❞☔️🐈‍⬛️ ♧COMING SOON♧

╰┈➤ ❝ Butta Bomma 《 Dancing Doll 》 {B. Deva & A. Bahubali}❞☁️🐈‍⬛️💚

𝐑𝐑𝐑

╰┈➤ ❝ Understanding 《 Artham Cesukundam 》 {A. Sitarama Raju}❞💛🍎 ♧COMING SOON♧

𝐁𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐥𝐚 𝐍𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐤

╰┈➤ ❝ Go Away 《 Vellipo 》 {D. Shekar} ❞ ♧COMING SOON♧

╰┈➤ ❝ Rain | Pt. 2 《 Varsham 》 {D. Shekar} ❞ ♧COMING SOON♧☁️💛🍎

𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚

╰┈➤ ❝ Not-So-Ordinary 《 Sadharana Kadu 》 {K. Bhairava}❞💛🍎 ♧COMING SOON♧

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 》 By interacting with my works or posts, you agree to be exposed to my content and are confirming that you are willingly reading my writing!!

[stonerboydyke]

Tagged by @tinyboar to post my 7 favorite films and it was hard this simply is not enough but here goes

Everything Everywhere All At Once

Thelma and Louise

Stand By Me

Shadow of a Doubt

Revolutionary Girl Utena

Moonrise Kingdom

Bahubali

Honorable Mentions: But I'm A Cheerleader, Princess Monoke, The Point of No Return

[dvarapala]

★ TAG  NINE  PEOPLE  YOU’D  LIKE  TO  KNOW  BETTER !

favourite  colour(s) :  blue

favourite flavour(s) :  anything sweet

favourite genre(s) :  fantasy, sci-fi; i’m also very fond of retellings (though that probably doesn’t classify as a genre) and of blending genres.

favourite music :  my music taste is very eclectic. it goes from pop to rock to bollywood to classical music to metal to jazz and all the way back again.

favourite movies(s) :  the incredibles 1 & 2, sky high (2005), green snake, knives out, glass onion, bahubali 1 & 2, the john wick movies, mamma mia!, jumanji, now you see me and many more

favourite series(s) :  the legend of vox machina, one of us is lying (which they cancelled and i hate that for me specifically), old enough!, alice in borderland, shaman king, dragon age absolution, my hero academia, sailor moon eternal, timeless, teen wolf, the sandman, the imperfects, the order, motherland fort salem, star trek picard, mismatched, altered carbon, in from the cold, travelers, archive 81, the ghost bride, sweet magnolias, outer banks, willow and so many more

last song :  the legend of vox machina ost

last series :  i started s2 of the legend of vox machina yesterday and raced through the first three episodes

last movie :  glass onion

currently reading :  bloodmarked by tracey deonn

currently watching :  a mix of the shows that i’ve written down above but the legend of vox machina, definitely

currently working on :  should probably be writing or prepping for next week because my internship starts soon but instead i’m answering this dash meme lmao

tagged :  @dutyxbound

tagging :  anyone else interested

[veerasposts]

Ok folks, I had made a post about how I missed my desi fandoms and I found a few creators who are still making content for their fandoms. So please comment/reblog this if you're a creator who makes fics, art, memes, shitposts or any other form of media for any desi fandom. I want to find and support more fan content creators!!! Also mention the fandom(s) you make posts for!

[swxrxgini]

AHH UR LAST POST WAS SO ADORABLE I NEED BHALLADEVA FLUFFY NSFW HEADCANONS OR ILL GO CRAZY

|: The apasara in his arms...

Receiver....Author: "Hello, Yeah..due to popular wishes, I'm doing NSFW headcanons for this hot psycho. Again, this continues on from the last timeline of the last Bhalladeva post."

Receiver....Synopsis: "The apsara that was Bhalladeva's wife and one of the crown princess of Maheshmati, beloved by people, has an insatiable husband...just some moments with them.."

Receiver....Warnings: " Fingering, corruption kink (a little bit), mating press, size kink, unprotected sex (don't do it), nipple play, dacryphilia, bulge kink, finger fucking.| Fem! reader.||NSFW. ||Minors DNI.|| don't tell anyone I wrote this, I won't ask why you like this psycho, but I get it, he's hot|| Continuation from the last post.|| A bit OOC|| He's a bit tamer here and has a somewhat good relationship with Bahubali and doesn't like Devsena|| प्राचीन: ancient, for those who don't know Hindi."

☪ It was probably a bit before your wedding that he found his eyes wandering your body a bit too long nowadays, a bit too perverted thoughts in his mind, how he wanted to squeeze you so tight and something more...not that he would do anything you didn't want, that's no way into your heart, as Bahubali said....apparently, Bhallaldeva doesn't listen to Bahubali a lot...

☪ And he was a bit affectionate sure, holding your hands when you're both together and during, as you both watch over the empire or as he feeds you while staring at you hopelessly and disgustingly in love. Or he has you sleep in his room (if it's permitted) and snuggled against you so close.

☪ After the wedding, it was all hell loose, if you're there, he's there and either right beside you or under you as you sit on his lap or around five feet from you, because he refuses to be far...Something he realized he's a touch starved, of-course he won't know this, but if you catch on, pretty nice for him.

☪ Tell me in my eyes that you don't think he doesn't have a size kink...Like the mans the size of a bull, you saw that bull fighting scene! You don't think he doesn't get aroused when he sees your tiny self, cause no matter how tall, you're short to him.

☪ say, there was probably a period, he felt you against him as he held your hips to help you lift or something and he realized how light you are...? Well, compared to him, you are. He could so easily pick you and fold you and that sent some ideas in his head, while you innocently did your task. He feels bad for having a dirty mind while you weren't doing anything, but again..he thinks you'd look gorgeous in a position like that

☪ And let's admit, it won't be too long before he actually had you underneath him, he's charismatic in some areas, okay?? And being honest, it's probably a bit of his first time too...but he'll softly moving his fingers in and out of your cunt, his face showing he was slightly embarrassed, a bit shy..but very fascinated.

☪ You did have to direct him a bit, but it's like natural talent that he improves so much, your legs are shaking by him fingering you to orgasm 2 times...Before he actually hoped you'd be able to take him, even if he enjoy the sight of you struggling to take him, his fingers enjoying rubbing circles on your clit...he finds it cutely entertaining...

☪ He enjoys scanning you, taking his time in undressing you as he smirks and simply stares up and down, it's his natural habit...taking his time in drinking your appearance. When you are finally vulnerable and naked, he'll take his time even then to tease you a bit, while his hands softly held your hips or gently strokes your nipples, softly pulling at the buds at times, or gently touching your clit to feel the wetness gather there..

☪ He thinks it's fun to see the innocence go away from you, corrupting your innocent mind a bit, while he pressed his knee near your head and fucking you gently for the first two to three times, until he lets loose and it always ends with you not being able leave the bed for a day or two. He apologizes a bit after you're both done, but he genuinely feels proud of himself for being able to do that...he would rub it in Bahubali's face if not for Bahubali having Devsena...

☪ It's the cutest sight in his eyes, watching your cry, struggle to take him while you slowly and softly started loosing your innocence as he pressed himself in you, feeling the bulge in your stomach...Or one finger softly finger pressing on your tongue, down your throat, almost choking you, but it's mostly to quieten any noises from you both to not alert anyone.

☪ Though he tries to quieten you, it's no use, the sound of skin, slapping and squelching is loud enough to alert all the guards and the ladies and servants outside...most of you're regular maids not even being able to have eye contact with you..which makes for a funny, but extremely awkward atmosphere the next day as they get you ready and stuff..

☪ Speaking of, he has a breeding kink, which should be obvious, since most of the time sex is used for creating babies. So, being honest, sex only started as a way for you both to have kids, and then he just got hooked and couldn't stop the feeling...eventually did ask a doctor how to make sure you're not pregnant after doing it...got told to just pull out, something stressful in his head.. and quite devastating too...

☪ But again, rough sex is a way for him to also release anger, stress, jealousy or anything in between...it's also a good way to makeup after an argument. Bahubali talked to you for three seconds too long? Sex. Devena complain and argued wit him, even if he was the one in the wrong? Sex. His mum didn't give him enough presents? Sex. His mum took you away for too long? Sex. A guard stared at you for a .8 second too long? The guard is murdered and sex.

☪ I would say sex is like a glue, but actually it's more like a necessity at this point, like eating and breathing to Bhalladeva...which is just weird, his mum does eventually put him on a sex ban...And you do end up getting pregnant a bit too quickly after marriage...it's no surprise really, but if you don't? It's fine...Bhallaldeva does not care for kids, and certainly is not happy with having them..but for you it's different, but he likes being like a wine uncle...if wine uncle was a प्राचीन prince who was a bit of a nepo baby type guy.

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We'll say hello again (Nevermind the chasm between us) 2

Gauri holds on to the memories that would have otherwise been a spear in her heart. She holds on to the voice of her husband, the looks of her brother and the embrace of her mother, the laughter of her sister-in-law. She holds onto these memories so tightly, she feels bruises on her very soul. Her gums ache with want every time she thinks, Mahadev, if only you gave us mercy.

When it's the dead of the night, her eyes are brimmed red and Bhabhi is hunched over, trying to hide the sorrow that closes her heart at the thought of her son, Gauri only wishes that she could free them. She wishes she could whisk bhabhi away and make her the Queen of unoccupied lands down South. Gauri wishes, impossibly, to surrender herself to the waterfall after making her bhabhi a Queen (as she should have been, years ago).

Gauri, she hears her brother's voice in her mind. It sounds as if he's fond and exasperated by her. You shouldn't wish things that are impossible—

He stops speaking when there's loud footsteps in the courtyard. Gauri's head snaps up, a snarl on her face. Who dared interrupt her brother?

It's him.

At first, Gauri thinks he's a hallucination. Bahu stopped speaking so he could come look at her in the eye. She scratches at her chained forearm, makes noise that snaps the young man's attention to her and oh.

That's not Bahubali. It's not.

Amrendra has never looked at her like that. Like he doesn't recognise her. Even when she had told him that Bhalla was too influenced by their uncle, even when he didn't believe her, even when she confessed to him about how much she loved her own sworn shield, Bahubali has never looked at her like he was a stranger.

This is another punishment, Gauri thinks distantly as the man fights the guards that are running for him. She feels like Mahadev is sneering at her for wishing for mercy. If that was the look her brother's lookalike had given her, Gauri prefered to never see him again.

She will prefer the fondness of a corpse than the unrecognition of a living man.

Whoever the man is, he's strong. He throws off the soldiers off of him quickly and strongly. His fighting style is primitive, unlearnt. He leaves half of his body uncovered whenever he turns. It cements the fact that he's not Amrendra. Gauri feels acute relief and disappointment together. He frees bhabhi, desperate and quick. He comes to her.

Gauri doesn't hide her flinch very well.

The man falters for a moment before beginning his mission anew, grabbing away at the chains. He's surprisingly fast at it, easily putting his experience with bhabhi at use. As soon as the chains are out of the pillar, he circles her, pulling the chains away from her body. She wonders if she will fall if she's not chained to the pillar anymore. The shock makes her feel numb.

"Please, come, fast!" His voice has an accent. Amrendra's was rich, regal, enunciated. This man speaks in clipped words with a sharp accent. Gauri doesn't think much more as she stumbles, grabbing her equally stunned bhabhi by the arm and following this man.

The young man doesn't know how to handle horses, let alone a chariot, she learns soon enough. That doesn't take from the ache that is spreading down her lungs, the look he gave her still carved in her mind. He's not Amrendra, Gauri thinks to herself as they make sharp turns. He's not. He's not.

Amrendra is dead. Maa killed him. Mama killed him. Bhallaldev killed him. Amrendra's heart killed him.

Gauri looks at her hands. Now coarse and callous, they once healed Amrendra after the Kalkeya War. The blood that goes numb in her hands is the one she shares with her brother. Dead or alive, her brother. Not this man. Her brother.

They move through fire and it acutely makes her relive what is in her heart. Gauri keeps her eyes closed, and wishes. Yearns. Her Amrendra, her dearest. Her Bhairav. Her beloved.

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Gauri doesn't know when or how she loses conciousness. All she knows is, when she wakes up, they're in a field and she's lying down.

The field.

Her hands burn. The individual chains on her hands that the imposter didn't manage to remove hold her down. There's a burning log near her face and a distinctly foot weighed weight on her throat. The fire blinds her eyes and she can't see farther than it but. She hears. There's Bhadra somewhere, that horrible child, and he's calling bhabhi things that Gauri wouldn't dare repeat even in her mind. A loud groan of a man follows. There's thunder somewhere.

(Bhairav, she thinks hysterically, do you like the thunder still?)

A chain rattles somewhere further than his voice and there's a loud thud of something falling down and a clang of a sword.

A longsword by the sound of it. There's another clang and Bhadra shouts. The other groan turns into a snarl. Suddenly, the fire in front of her face disappears. The foot on her throat stays. There's light dancing behind her eyelids and she breathes. Thanks Mahadev.

The chains in her hand feel more real than ever and she begs. If I've ever been good, Mahadev, if I've ever done anything to please you, give me strength. She wraps her fingers around the excess chains silent and takes a deep breath.

There's a loud thud and she hears Bhadra begging for protection from Katappa. Mama tells him that he will be the shield between that brat and the impostor. Gauri clenchs her teeth. Isn't this what he told Bahu too? Her fingers are cold and the chains are colder but with the last thought of her brother, Gauri forces her hands in a forceful upward arc and hits the chains on the leg on whoever was standing on her throat. He limps away, falling, and she instantly breathes easier.

She coughs, feeling the soreness of her throat being to follow. The man, a simple soldier, tries to rush towards her. Desparately, Gauri grabs the nearest stone and hurls it at his chest. Surprised and happy when she remembers she still has her skills. Rusted, but there. Muscle memory.

He unleashes the dagger from his waistband and leaps towards Gauri. She rolls away, leaving him to land harshly on the uneven field. As quick as she can be, as thuder rolls the sky, Gauri loops her arms over his head and lets her chains strangle him, pulling all the strength she can muster. She feels the ache spread from her throat to her joints and the strain of holding a grown man down is hard on her she needs to.

It's been a while since she's had alta on her hands. If not alta, she will colour her hands with blood.

On the field that Bahubali died on, others will die too.

Tears cloud her eyes and she basks in the gurgling sound the man makes. He scratches at her arms and draws blood but it's nothing that Gauri hasn't already done to herself.

My brother died. My brother died. My other half. My twin. My elder brother died. You should too. My brother. My brother.

My beloved. My husband died. My husband died. My everything. My happiness. My husband. My husband died. You must.

She doesn't care for the grunts and yells she hears in the background. Everyone else can die for all she cares. Her brother died. Why should they live?

The first person she kills in twenty five years, dies in her lap.

She licks her gums. Want of blood rises again.

It's when she hears another set of chains rattle that she looks away from the dead body in her lap.

Bhabhi.

She standing there on uneasy feet, almost stumbling and falling over. Gaur throws off the man and helps herself up with the support of a boulder.

Katappa is running and so is the imposter. Siddha, Katappa's horse that her Bhairav gifted him is running as well. The gold of Bahubali's longsword horse pommel is obvious on Siddha. Even when her sore throat hurts, Gauri doesn't speak to tell Katappa that the imposter is a good boy. Her words are curses that fly because no one but her had the privilege to even touch Amrendra's sword and here is Mama, using the sword as if it's his.

It is Amrendra's. Gauri costomized it for him, damn it.

The imposter jumps over Katappa and removes the sword from its decorated scabbard. He holds the sword wrong, in a way that will leave the horse markings on the side of his palm, but Gauri isn't fixated on that. He's running behind Bhadra.

"You dare." Gauri croaks to herself, eyes narrowed. Satisfaction fumes in her as Bhadra runs and even the sacrilege of using Amrendra's sword is a lesser priority when she sees what happens.

The imposter cuts Bhadra's head clean off.

Somewhere in the distance, thunder strikes.

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Tagging: @alhad-si-simran @o-merebholebalam @multifandom-boss-bitch @satanicallysatanicchild because they wanted me to

Also, yes, Gauri (full name Gauraangi btw) calling Mahendra an imposter is completely intention. Do tell me if y'all want some aesthetics, I'm itching to make some for my girl Gauri and Bhairav. Reviews are very welcome!

Part 1 here

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I posted 2,628 times in 2022

That's 2,625 more posts than 2021!

254 posts created (10%)

2,374 posts reblogged (90%)

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I tagged 280 of my posts in 2022

#desiblr - 98 posts

#text - 78 posts

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Longest Tag: 137 characters

#and it's important to remember this because all around us we have built a wall of hopelessness everytime something we want doesn't happen

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Buzz feed...Don't stop at puppy interview...Make Chris Evans read thirst tweets...

100 notes - Posted June 11, 2022

#4

Just her...

Beautiful beautiful beautiful girl!!!

106 notes - Posted May 23, 2022

#3

Missing those times when everybody had the same question of ," KATTAPPA NE BAHUBALI KO KYU MARA???"

152 notes - Posted May 29, 2022

#2

In desi households... Your mom asks you to eat fruits

Not because they are nutritious and healthy

Because "Warna kharab ho jayega"

217 notes - Posted May 31, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

They say break up hurts the most...

Bhai kabhi 45° mein dopahar ke 2 baje light gayi hai????

224 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

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Hey.... This is my first ask... Idk if this is right way... But if you could can you make headcannon of Kumara Varma from Bahubali??

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 | 𝑲𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑹 𝑽𝑨𝑹𝑴𝑨

• General • Romantic [both. sfw and nsfw]

a/n : bahu is so cute I will cry.

I - GENERAL

chaotic. he is so chaotic it's so funny 😭🤚🏻

afraid of dark and sharp things.

always nervous.

good dancer.

extremely loyal.

sleeps like a rock.

he eats a lot.

has a sweet tooth.

he likes cleaning and maintaining the armory.

self worth issues bcz of constant comparison with devasena.

adores children.

can be a little show off.

carries the dagger amrendra gave him everywhere with him.

the small blade is more precious than his life for him.

wanted amrendra and devasena to come to kuntal when he heard about their banishment but the couple convinced him otherwise.

had his doubts about bhalla and bijjaladeva but still made that attempt because well it would have made everything okay for everyone, especially amrendra and devasena.

II - ROMANTIC

SFW

makes the first adorable messed up nervous move.

sends flowers through servants everyday.

picks the mentioned flowers himself.

adorably clumsy.

always makes his partner laugh.

talking for hours.

trying to better weapon skills with his partner.

sleeps clinging to his partner.

NSFW

a sub.

listens to his partner very well.

okay with just about anything except for pain.

has a praise kink.

cries during sex.

whines.

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