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[jrntrtitties]

Here's my first (ever work lol) official entry into @celebrrration Day -1!!! Angst, some angsttt!!!

A small edit of how circumstances lead to Ram having to let go of Bheem or be left behind..🥲🥹🥹

I usually don't do edits for my fandom, so yeah, it ain't a great edit, but I believe the feels are there? 😭 Inspired from @rambheemlove cuz she put the idea in my head in the past saying 'something about the way Ram is always left behind'. To edit (with my meager skills of course) for the fandom is influenced by these 2 amazingggg editorsss @rambheem-is-real whose insta edits of rrr are just top notch🤌🤌🤌!! And @your-villainous-neighbour whose edit I saw was the base rock for my love for rambheem....and their love for each other!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Also, one big SPECIAL THANKS to Pat @bromance-minus-the-b !! Without her motivation, I wouldn't even be writing this here...😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️

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[beingmes-blog]

*After Vandiyadevan and Arulmozhi jump in the sea on that dark and horrible sea stormy night*

Vandiyadevan:*By the time he clawed his way to awareness, it was light. Day seemed to have broken.The sun had undoubtedly risen somewhere – but where exactly, Vandhiyathevan seemed unable to decipher. He blinked away the mists of oblivion to notice the prince gazing at him with deep, if exhausted affection.

"My prince" * Said Vandiyadevan Getting up from the sand and sat on it*

Arulmozhi:"We have arrived in some unknown Island, my friend,” *he murmured* when I woke up I show that we were balancing on this price of wood close to this Island,so I brought us both here by swimming"

Vandiyadevan: “ Thank you my prince, you didn't had to do that for me..I don't know if I deserve this much honour”

Arulmozhi:“Don’t – don’t say that. You ought to know by now that I’d never give you up" *said Arulmozhi wiping away the sand on Vandiyadevan's face

Vandiyadevan: (He blushes) "My prince"*Said touching the hand on his face* "Thank you"

Arulmozh: *The hand on his face travel to his shoulder and pat his shoulder* "Now get up, let's see if we can find out,  if anyone live inside this Island" (smiles)

Vandiyadevan: Yes of course my prince *try's to get up but fall down with a pain full sound* " Ahh my leg...it hurts" *touches his leg. Try to massage his leg (but it hurts more)

Arulmozh: *sat besides him, takes a hold on

Vandiyadevan leg gently and raises the dhoti up to his Kneecap* "Let me see" *he gave the injured leg a good look and running his hand up and down the leg* "It seems like you are in injuried really bad... you can't walk now"

Vandiyadevan: *Look at Arulmozh with frowning faces trying to hold back the moan coz of (Leg Pain)* "No my prince, I can walk it's not a big deal just give me some time"

 Arulmozh: "That wouldn't be necessary coz" *He picked him up in his arms* "I'm going to carry you, if we wait your leg injury could get more worse, coz it's not looking that good so let me carry you, let's if we can find any types of medical substance from the island jungle. Hmmm." *Look Vandiyadevan in the eyes* (Smiling )

Vandiyadevan: (Shy and shocled) "my prince you don't really need to carry me" *looking away shyly to other direction from Arulmozh's eyes*

Arulmozh:*Smiling he said* "why so shy all of a sudden, you don't have to be that shy" *(Wink) at him* *Starts walking forward the jungle*

Vandiyadevan: (Blushing red) Yes my Prince *trying to hide his blushy red face from Arulmozh*

Arulmozh: "You know what I don't know if you are are blushing from embarrassment or maybe something else, but I have to say you really look cute when you blush" *smiling at the more blushing Vandiyadevan* "and I'm not complaining about it, coz I'm really liking it"

Vandiyadevan: *hides his face in Arulmozh's chest* "please don't mention it my prince" ( shyly smile)

 

😄 IDK I just wanted to write something on the PS1 Arulmozh and Vandiyadevan

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ok I need everyone to see this because I literally sat in shock for 5 minutes after seeing it

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[fangirlshrewt97]

Maiden Trial

Creator: Fangirlshrewt97

Giftee: @ronnoxandlumoss

Prompt (optional):   I'd love a closet femboy trope with them slowly gaining the confidence with their partner to show themselves to the world as they wish to. Like confidence building and tenderness and maybe steaminess. Specially a femboy who doesn't have a traditionally "femme" body and therefore has that extra layer of insecurity. And maybe their partner could like painstakingly learn sewing for them as a surprise to gift them their dream clothes when they cant find their size or body specific cuts in the stores or are just too shy to go in said stores.  

(Oh friend, I hope I did this prompt justice because I have never attempted this type of story before. I hope you like it and I did try my hand at giving you something steamy, let’s see if I succeeded).

Relationships: Bheem x KalaBhairava

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Internalized Shame, Toxic Masculinity

@celebrrration Holiday Swap 2022

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Bhairava was quietly admiring the scenery around him as he followed Bheem through the forest. His…lover? Partner? Something else? had asked him to accompany him for two nights away from the village. At first Bhairava had hesitated, knowing the village already suspected the pair were more than the friends they claimed to be, and the last thing he wanted was to make life harder for Bheem.

It had been happenstance, stumbling into Bheem and a few other men from the tribe as they were trying to fend themselves from the Nizamate’s guards. And though it had been a while since Bhairava had taken up arms, he had quickly joined the foray and helped them drive the guards back enough to manage an escape into the forest. Bhairava himself had only been passing through the area, so he had decided to just keep moving instead of finding a place to stay the night.

But the universe must have been determined to have him meet Bheem properly, because only a couple of days later, it was Bhairava who was being ganged up on, and Bheem who came to his rescue.

That encounter had been a few months ago, since which time he had accepted Bheem’s offer to stay at their village.

A little over two years since he had left his past life behind.

It had been hard leaving Mithra behind, but her father had been adamant, and with the Britishers at their borders, Bhairava did not want to make trouble for him. Since he had left, he had wandered from city to town to village, picking up the odd job here and there to earn enough money. He stayed for a few weeks before shifting again, too afraid to put down roots.

Every day since his self-imposed exile began, he had felt himself closing off from the world, doing things in rote, retreating further and further into his shell. Until he had met Bheem.

The other man…he was breath taking. In his strength. In his knowledge of the land. In his kindness.

In his softness.

But he was still undeniably a man. With large hands, and broad shoulders, with an easy strength and an open heart. He was capable of being the fiercest warrior Bhairava had ever seen in battle, but then could turn and gently tend to a baby bird’s broken wing, nursing it with patience till it was ready to fly again. Bheem had feet that knew the land he was born in, and the land knew him back, revealing itself to him like to no other. Bhairava had watched him climb trees like he could fly, construct nets with knots strong enough to capture elephants, and wrestle tigers into submission till they scampered away.

The whole village loved him. And he loved them just as fiercely. Bhairava had ached to be belong to the circle of people Bheem cared for. He had also been envious about how comfortable Bheem was in his own skin.

Bhairava had been taught that softness was weakness, and had been forced to learn the lesson the hard way.

But he was weak.

He had to be, because there were always these…feelings.

Longings.

Things that no soldier, that no man should ever feel.

He should have been happy with his military prowess, with his natural talent with the sword and other weapons. He should have been cocky over the fact so many women admired him openly, and laughed at the crude jokes made by his fellow men.

And yet.

None of that had appealed to him. He had not wanted to want. Rather he wanted to be wanted. To be something to covet. Something less…something else.

He had wanted that so fiercely the strength of it seemed to nearly bowl him over some days. He did not understand why, or where these desires came from. But he wanted them so badly.

The clink of bangles stretching from his wrist to half way up his forearm. Earrings that hung heavy, hair that brushed beyond his shoulder blades. Flowers that he could tie into his braid, the soft cloth of saris brushing against his skin. The jingle of anklets with his every step, mehendi on his hands and feet. Kajal for his eyes. Necklaces, rings, beautiful delicate things.

Things that didn’t belong to him.

Things that could never belong to him.

Thoughts that could condemn him.

Thoughts he has stamped down and buried and drowned and set fire to. Yet they keep coming back up.

He had never dared share these desires with anyone, knowing it would not only lose him the respect of everyone he called a friend, but also an outcast.

He had become an outcast in the end, though for very different reasons. But, well, now he had much less to lose. He had started to indulge in his desires. Little things. A set of pearl earrings instead of his plain gold hoops. Delicate glass bangles that barely fit through his fist. And once. Just once. He had bought a sari, a soft thing of the palest pink, with little flowers woven along the border. He had lost the nerve to do much beyond draping it over his arm. But oh, even that had felt… Bhairava shut his eyes as a frisson of want ran down his spine, biting his lip.

He grunted when he bumped into Bheem, the other man wrapping a large hand around his elbow. Bhairava liked that too.

It had scared it at first, the way he had felt about Bheem, about what he wanted from the man. What he wanted the man to do to him. How every touch sent shivers down his spine, and left his skin tingling like it had been burned by sunlight.

He had liked how even though they were almost the same size, Bheem was just broad enough in the shoulders, with hands capable of holding his entire waist, and thighs that were thick as tree trunks. All together, just enough to make Bhairava feel small. And safe.

No one had ever looked at Bhairava as someone who needed to be protected. And granted, he was still capable of putting up a fight, or of showing off his strength. It was merely that Bheem never demanded anything of that sort from him.

He always accepted Bhairava as he was.

Even after he told the other man about his past.

Even when he confessed he cared for Bheem in a way that wouldn’t be welcome, so it would be best if he left the village.

Even when Bheem found his small treasure of trinkets, and Bhairava had not had the heart or courage to lie about the items as not being his.

Not just accepted either.

No.

Bheem had woven him a small length of flowers we had presented to Bhairava with a blinding smile, saying it was for his hair. It had felt like he couldn’t breathe, the way the simple act threatened to bring Bhairava to his knees. Or another instance where he purposely goaded Malli into a challenge about improving her designs by using Bhairava as a model for her mehendi. Or like last week, when in the dead of the night, with only the sounds of the night animals around them, Bheem had quietly asked if Bhairava would prefer to be called something else. He had even asked Bhairava if it was that he felt he was a woman, that there were people born whose souls accidentally ended up in the wrong bodies.

But that was not it. Bhairava was a man, and he liked being a man.

He also happened to love soft things, pretty things. Delicate things. Things that would not be associated with blood and war and death.

Time and again, Bheem had done things to ingrain into Bhairava that he was fine just the way he was. That he was not strange or less of a man or disgusting for what he wanted.

"You have been lost in thought the whole walk Bhairava, everything alright?” Bheem asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

Bhairava nodded. “Yes, sorry Bheem, I was just thinking.”

Bheem raised an eyebrow. “About?”

Bhairava smiled softly at him, wrapping both his hands around Bheem’s forearm and squeezing. “How fortunate I am to have met you.”

Bheem’s smile turned sheepish as he looked to the ground, and scratched his head. Clearing his throat, he said. “Right. Well. I am happy to have met you too. Now please, go inside the hut and keep our bags down. There is a pit in the back to cook, see if you get the fire started. I will search for some more food and firewood. All the food is in your bags, so no need to open mine.”

Bhairava was curious about the indirect way in which Bheem was telling him to stay out his things but shrugged Bhairava nodded and entered the hut, a small circular place with a simple cot in one corner, a small nook filled with cooking supplies in the opposite end, and a flimsy divider to change clothes behind. Outside, to the back of the hut was the pit, still full of burnt and dried wood. He cleared it out, replacing fresh wood from the small pile stored against the wall of the hut. He collected some dead leaves, throwing them into the pit as well. He retrieved the flint stone by the pit, striking it once, twice, thrice before the spark caught on the leaves and a decent fire started to form. Bhairava went into the hut, gathering a couple of the cooking pots and started on a basic curry from the vegetables they had brought from the village.

By the time Bheem returned, he had finished the vegetables and the rice was also nearly done. Bheem hummed approvingly and motioned for Bhairava to move aside. Bheem set down a new pile of firewood, as well as a couple of game birds he must have hunted. “Wasn’t sure if the food we brought would be enough to last us till tomorrow, so I thought I’d get some extra meat.”

Bhairava grinned and sat cross-legged across from him, watching as the Gond man expertly skinned and prepared the birds before placing it over the fire.

“There should be some banana leaves inside, can you get them?” Bheem nodded in the direction of the hut.

Bhairava stood up and retrieved the leafs, sprinkling some water on both before laying them on the ground. Bheem laid out the food they’d prepared and they ate in quiet contentment, exchanging quiet stories from their past week and what their friends were up to.

By the time they finished their meal, evening had fallen, the thick canopy covering the sun’s light far quicker than outside the forest. They cleaned after themselves and entered the hut, Bheem lighting three of the oil lanterns inside. He took the largest lantern and hung it from a hook at the center of the hut Bhairava hadn’t even noticed.

The light cast the hut in warm shadows, and Bhairava sat down lightly on the cot, wrapping his arms around his knees.

Bheem turned to him with one of his signature beaming smiles, further warming Bhairava. “So, are you finally going to tell me what we are doing up here? Or was it just an excuse to be away from the village?”

Bheem laughed, “Nothing nefarious, bangaram, I just thought you’d feel more comfortable doing this where we couldn’t be interrupted.”

Bhairava blushed even as his brows furrowed.

“Do what?”

Now it was Bheem’s turn to smile shyly. He cleared his throat and went to the large bundle he had been carrying on the way here, unwrapping it and retrieving a smaller bundle. “I thought you would like to dress the way you always wanted. It’s not much, or anything fancy, but I still think you will look beautiful in in.” Bheem confessed as he placed the open bundle at Bhairava’s feet.

Bhairava’s breath hitched at the sight of the treasure within. His pale pink sari, a pair of simple string anklets with colorful beads tied together, four wooden bracelets and a small metal ring with a floral design. Earrings, of glass beads in the same shade of pink alongside his purchased pearl earrings, and a small lidded pot with kajal.

Bhairava looked up at Bheem with wide eyes, tears blurring his vision.

“Bheem… this...”

Bheem enclosed both of Bhairava’s hands in his, pressing a light kiss to it. “Come on Bhairava just try it.“

Bhairava blinked rapidly to dispel the tears, and with trembling hands reached for the bundle.Bheem nudged him towards the screen at the back of the hut.

Bhairava removed his clothes, each breath a laborious effort. When he was down to his loin cloth, he pulled out the in-skirt for the sari, sliding it up his feet as his throat filled with a lump. His fingers trembled too much to tie the knot, causing him to curse. Bheem knocked on the screen, “Would you like some help?”

Bhairava couldn’t speak, just grunting.

Bheem entered, looking at him adoringly. He cupped Bhairava’s face, caressing away the tears that were streaming down. “Bangaram, no tears.”

He reached for the strings of the in-skirt, pulling them tight and tying them after a nod from Bhairava.

He next reached for the blouse he had asked Loki to help him sew in confidence, a task that had resulted in more pricked fingers than when he had accidentally put his hand into a pile of splinters.

Bhairava chuckled wetly. “Where on Earth did you find this blouse?” he asked as Bheem held him slide his arms in before turning him to face him, pulling the blouse closed with the hooks sewn in.

Bheem’s ears reddened as he ran a finger beneath the slleves to make sure the fabric wasn’t biting into Bhairava’s skin. “I asked for Loki to help me make it.”

Bhairava’s hands wrapped around Bheem’s wrists. Bheem looked up, finding Bhairava gazing at him as if he weren’t real.

“Is it comfortable?”

Bhairava nodded. How could he explain that the feel of the cotton felt both so unfamiliar yet so right, the way the cloth hugged war-begotten muscles as though they were a noble woman’s curves? Or the way the fabric felt like a luxury he didn’t deserve?

Bheem stared intensely at him for another few seconds before turning to get the sari, unfolding it till the fabric tumbled into a heap in between their feet. Together they worked to drape the sari, Bhairava nearly crying as he looked down to see the pale pink cotton he had never worn before shine against his skin.

Bheem pressed a soft kiss to Bhairava’s forehead. “Finish with the rest, I will be waiting outside.”

Bhairava bit his lip, willing his heart to stop thundering so hard in his chest. He curled his fingers into a fist, clenching till the fingernails bit into the meat of his palm, and when that didn’t work, he leaned against the dirt walls of the hut, breathing deeply and purposefully to bring himself back to normal. When he blinked his eyes open after the exercise, he ran his hands over the folds of the sari, unable to stop the wide smile that split his face. He reached for the jewellery Bheem had collected for him, bending down to tie the anklets, then the bangles and the earrings. He combed his fingers through his hair, untangling any curls so it hung long behind him. He finally took the kajal pot in hand, and used his pinky finger to dab at the thick ink before bringing it to his eyes. Without a mirror, he had to rely on just his sense of touch.

He closed the lid, placing the ring on his other pinky, as it was too small to fit any of his other fingers. He ached to know what he looked like.

Before he stepped out, he took another calming breath, running a hand through his hair, tucking the locks behind his ear. He moved forward, hands falling forward to clasp themselves at his front.

Bheem seemed to have been laying on the bed, because at the sound of Bhairava coming from behind the screen he had sat up, and was now looking at him with a wide open mouth.

Bhairava’s smile hesitated, and he gathered the courage to say the words. “What…what do you think?”

Bheem was quiet, sliding off the cot and walking to him, holding out both bands, palms up.

Bhairava swallowed, and placed his hands on top of Bheem’s, giggling nervously when Bheem squeezed his hands. “I think you look like a forest nymph who has come to enchant me. But more importantly, what do you think? How do you feel?”

Bhairava exhaled shakily, “I…it feels…so good. It feels right.”

His face felt flushed when he opened his eyes, and Bheem was looking proudly at him. Bhairava couldn’t contain it any longer and threw himself at the other man holding him as tightly as possible. Bheem grunted but held them steady, burying his face in Bhairava’s hair. “You are missing one last accessory though.” the Gond man finally said.

When Bhairava leaned back to look at him questioningly, Bheem pulled him to sit on the bed with his back to him. He gathered all of Bhairava’s hair and managed to do a simple braid . Then he pulled out the last thing from his bundle, a small paper ball. When he unwrapped it, the room filled with the scent of fresh flowers, and Bhairava’s breath left him again. A half-foot long string had been tied with alternating pink and purple flowers, which Bheem now straightened out.

“May I?” Bheem murmured.

Bhairava nodded, turning slightly to give Bheem the most access.

Bheem plucked two small pins from somewhere, and gently pinned the flowers on either side of Bhairava’s head, so they fell in a slight ‘U’ shape.

“Perfect.”

Bhairava couldn’t stop the choked noise from escaping as a single tear escaped from the corner of his eye, but Bheem shushed him. “Come on bangaram, you’ll make the kajal run.”

Bhairava laughed wetly and leaned back against Bheem, tilting his head against his shoulder and blinked rapidly until his vision cleared.

“There we go.” Bheem said as he tucked Bhairava’s hair behind his ear, looking at him with twinkling eyes.

Bhairava grabbed his hand, pressing a kiss to his rough palm, heavy with callouses. “I love you.”

Bheem seemed to glow as he took in those words, a giant smile cracking his face in half. He turned his head to press a kiss to Bhairava’s forehead. “You are wonderful Bhairava. Or should I call you my priya?”

Hearing that feminine endearment being used in relation to him made Bhairava’s soul feel ready to float in the sky.

“I would like that.” Bhairava replied softly.

“My priya.” Bheem repeated, kissing at the corner of Bhairava’s eye.

“My bangaram.” The other eye.

“My Bhairava.” A soft, barely there graze of his lips over Bhairava’s.

Bhairava turned in Bheem’s arms, tangling his fingers into Bheem’s curls and pulling him back in, turning the kiss into an open-mouthed one.

The pair collapsed back on the bed, and the feeling of being pressed down by Bheem’s weight sent a thrill racing to Bhairava’s loins.

Bheem seemed to notice because he smirked devilishly and hitched Bhairava’s leg over his hip, settling into the vee of Bhairava’s thighs. He wrapped his hands around Bhairava’s delicate ankles and caressed upward, dragging the sari and in-skirt along until they fell in a heap around Bhairava’s waist. Bhairava arched his back as the delicate touch seemed to leave a line of fire in its wake, and his body yearned to be born anew in the flames.

Bheem took the opening to press kisses from Bhairava’s neck down, kissing his Adam’s apple, the hollow at the base of his throat, his collarbones. He pulled back enough to tug at Bhairava’s sari questioningly. “We shouldn’t wrinkle this, no?”

Bhairava blushed again, sitting up to help Bheem unwrap the sari, dumping it on the floor beside them. Bheem pushed him back down by the shoulders, this time kissing the back of his ears, the junction where his neck met his shoulder. He didn’t try to remove the blouse, instead kissing of the fabric in a way that had Bhairava biting down on his forearm to stifle his cries.

Bheem tutted disapprovingly. “The whole point of being all alone is you don’t have to hide, my priya. Let me hear you.”

Bhairava’s voice seemed to function independently from him as Bheem’s next kiss to the top of Bhairava’s abdomen had him groaning unrecognizably. He tangled his fingers in Bheem’s hair to keep him there as Bheem worked to cover every inch of his midriff in his kisses, gasping when he sucked at the skin hard enough to bruise.

When he felt satisfied with his work, Bheem pressed one last biting kiss right below Bhairava’s belly button before sliding back up. Bhairava caught him in a kiss that had them tangling closer together, till not even a breeze could pass between them. Bhairava let Bheem pin his arms beside his head, looking up at him with blown pupils, flushed cheeks, and red, swollen lips.

“If only you could see yourself, priya, “ Bheem spoke with a growl that had Bhairava’s eyes shuttering close as electricity raced through all his nerves, leaving him twitchy and squirming. If only Bheem could see himself, bare chested and hairy, with muscles as large as his head, and tattoos that Bhairava wanted to bite. Those giant thighs spreading his legs open, the strength just barely held back. Eyes that glinted with a primal lust that seemed ready to devour Bhairava whole.

Bhairava whined, incapable of words while under such an intense stare. While in his head Bhairava knew he was roughly the same size as Bheem, and of equal strength if need be… in that instance, in the hut in the woods, with only a couple of oil lights to provide them light. With the incessant brushing of the in-skirt against his thighs, and the fabric of the blouse skin-tight. With the unignorable weight of each accessory Bheem had gathered for him, and the scent of the flowers in his hair half drugging him. With Bheem himself caging him in and holding him down.

Bhairava felt small, and soft, and capable of being bruised.

He felt delicate.

And he felt ready to be eaten.

“Bheema, please….” Bhairava whimpered as he arched his head, begging for a kiss.

As Bheem launched himself to partake in his feast, Bhairava finally felt that small voice that had been shaming him for these desires shut itself off, unable to stand against the love of his Protector.

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[mad-who-ra]

Heyyy tysm for following me!!<33

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Awwh don’t worry about it.

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[mish-ka]

Requests

Now accepting requests for multiple fandoms, not just RRR. I mostly write fluff, and can also write angst. I will try my best to write smut.

Anyways, should I do a Brahmastra x RRR fanfic?

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[rambheemisgoated]

RRR Holiday Gift Swap! {2022}

Title- Sweet as Mangoes

Creator- @ronnoxandlumoss (ao3)/@rambheemisgoated

Giftee- @ronaldofandom (I was so excited to be gifting to you, I am so sorry this is late, work and studies caught up to me😅)

Relationship- Bheem/Jenny (ofc)

@celebrrration Holdiday Swap 2022!

Ao3 link- Sweet as Mangoes

Please Enjoy Sonia! I love you! Also I do plan to add in another chapter (spicy) if you would like me to, so please let me know!

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[rosayounan]

Feel My Love

   It was already getting late in the evening and Bheem still had yet to see Ram touch the plate of food he had left for him. The food had been left untouched. Ram was sitting at desk, writing for what felt like hours. The sun had set a while ago and he had only gotten up from his seat to light a few candles. Bheem knew enough was enough. 

Ram needed to stop overworking now. 

“Bhaee?” He came over leaning on the desk that Ram was writing on, surrounded by his books, “It’s getting late.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Ram nodded continuing his writing.

“Anna,” Bheem touched his shoulder, “You’ve been at this for hours now. Come on.”

Ram dropped his pencil and sighed stretching, “I know but… I’m just missing something.”

Bheem nodded, “We’ll find out more tomorrow, after you get some sleep.” 

Ram shook his head, “Not tired now.”

“Sure,” Bheem crossed his arms, “Cause sitting for all these hours definitely is energizing.”

Ram smirked, “You sound like Seetha.”

“She’s right,” Bheem smiled, “Don’t tell her I said that.” 

Ram poked his brother’s side playfully and Bheem chuckled. 

“You do need to sleep though, anna.” He went straight back to his point.

Ram was quiet for some time and for a moment Bheem wondered if he was even listening to him. He just stared at his opened journal.

“Ram?” Bheem spoke.

“I can’t,” Ram shook his head in frustration, “I can’t…sleep.”

Bheem’s gaze softened as he understood the meaning behind his brother’s words. It wasn’t just now he was talking about. Sleeping, in general, posed a problem for Ram. Now that Bheem understood more of Ram’s childhood, he understood why sleeping would be difficult. The man probably just tried to evade sleep all together to minimize nightmare and dark thoughts from his past. 

“Anna,” He tipped Ram’s chin so he could meet his eyes, “Why didn’t you say something?” Ram sighed running a hand through his hair, “No point really. Nothing to be done about it, so why bother others?”

Bheem tisked him gently “I’m not others.”

He walked behind him holding his shoulders and began to gently knead the tight spots he found. Bheem remembered when the children in the village had a difficult time sleeping, the elders use to rub them down they slept. Bheem thought it would work well now. 

He started gently, just allowing Ram to get used to the touch and to see where the problem spots were. Ram tensed at first, but after a few minutes he loosened up and allowed Bheem do his work. His neck was tight, probably due to too much writing, but Bheem noticed his shoulders were much more tight. He used his thumb to gently knead through the tension, trying to be gentle but firm, with the intent to soothe. 

Ram had exhaled a few times and Bheem was pleased to hear the sound. 

“Good?” He asked hoping it was helping. 

“Yes,” Ram smirked surprised by this secret talent of Bheem. 

“See?” Bheem frowned as he found a tight spot in Ram’s shoulder, “You’re working too much, bhaee.”

Ram inhaled sharply at the soreness.

“Sorry,” His brother whispered, “Just let me get it.”

Ram leaned back as Bheem worked on his shoulders. He felt himself relax as the tension simply drained out of him. Bheem was not overly rough but firm enough that it was helping to loosen him. He could feel his eyes grow heavy as he leaned into the warmth of Bheem’s hands, which were lulling him to sleep. 

“Bhaee?” Bheem’s voice reached his ears.

“Hm?” Ram’s eyes snapped open.

“I said, are you okay?” Bheem’s face came into his vision as the man squatted down in front of the chair he sat in.

“Sorry,” Ram laughed, “I was sleeping.”

“Ah-ha,” Bheem titled his head, “So it’s helping, hm?”

Ram nodded.

“Come on,” Bheem pulled him out of the chair and led him to the bed. He pulled the blankets back, “Off with this.” He motioned to Ram’s white shirt.

Ram smirked but did as he was instructed, “Yes Mom.” 

The comment earned him a light spank. He sat down on the bed and watched as Bheem knelt down to remove his shoes.

“No Bheem…” He was about to protest.

“Shh,” Bheem gave him a stern look, which still of course looked gentle to Ram. He pulled off his shoes, “Lay down.”

Ram sighed knowing he wasn’t going to win this argument when Bheem was in care mode. He laid down on his stomach, breathing out as the cool blankets almost embraced him. He could hear Bheem bustling around before the side of the bed dipped as his brother sat next to him. Ram turned his head to see Bheem warming some oil in his hands.

“Close your eyes, bhaee.” Bheem spoke softly now. 

Ram did so, laying his head back on the pillow. He felt something tight release in him as Bheem’s large warm hands massaged his back. His hands were incredible gently and the oil smelled pleasant. It reminded him of Bheem’s scent, earthy and warm. Ram exhaled deeply as the kinks in his lower back lessened. 

Bheem tisked at him again, rubbing firmly as he sat next to him, “No wonder you can’t sleep, anna. You’ll hurt yourself like this. You work too much.”

Ram didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t used to anybody caring so deeply for his well-being before. He never received physical touch in a positive way for all his adult life. Bheem however, was always giving him hugs, tickles, laying an arm around his shoulders or placing a gentle hand on his thigh. It kept surprising Ram when he did that. 

No one had ever done that before. 

Not since his mother…

The thought of her filled his mind. Her voice, her laugh, her strength. Ram remembered how she used to rub his back like this when he couldn’t sleep or was sick. The memory made his throat tighten and his eyes water.

“Nuvva bagunnava, anna?” (Are you okay?) Bheem asked as he continued his kneaded and stroking. He wanted to make sure his anna was not in pain. 

Ram nodded not trusting his voice at the moment. Yet Bheem knew him better than anyone. He could read him like an open book. Feel Ram’s emotions as if they were a very part of himself. It was a connection they just both had. Feeling each other’s pain so very physically, that they knew what was said in silence between them. 

In the quiet room, lit with only candles, Bheem stopped his rubbing. He simply kept his hand on Ram’s back. A steady presence. A strong wave calming raging fire. 

“Yah kya hai, bhaee?” (What is it, brother?) Bheem spoke softly in his ear.

It broke Ram.

He sobbed out loud, covering his eyes with his hand as his shoulders shook with emotion. His breath was hitching as more hiccuping sobs escaped from him. 

“Ayyo,” Bheem pulled him close, wrapping him tightly in his arms, “It’s okay, anna. It’s okay.” He rubbed his back some more, rocking him gently, “I’m here.”

Ram couldn’t stop the tears and he felt ashamed of himself. “I’m sorry,” He gasped, voice high with emotion, “I’m sorry. I don’t know why…”

Bheem kissed his hair, “Shhh. Shh. It’s okay. Don’t be sorry. I’m here, I’ve got you, bhaee. Let it out. Let it all out.”

Ram buried his face in his brother’s strong chest, feeling the rhythmic thumping of his heart. It soothed him. He stayed there for some time. Gripping onto Bheem like a lifeline and Bheem keeping him wrapped close. 

Neither man could pull away and they lost track of time. They were both just focused on each other. 

“You’re exhausted, anna,” Bheem finally broke the silence with a whisper, “Your mind is tired. You need rest.”

Ram let go of his grip on Bheem’s shirt and Bheem released from the embrace. They kept a grip on their hands however. 

“My mother,” Ram admitted softly looking at Bheem, who was grasping his hand, “She use to…she use to rub my back like that.”

Bheem’s eyes held pain inside them as he listened to his brother’s words. He understood now the reason behind the tears. His brother had not received a embrace or had been touched at all since that time of his childhood. The thought broke Bheem’s heart and he felt his own eyes fill with tears with this thought. The thought of his anna, living a life of solitude while trying to fulfill his father’s mission. 

Alone with no comfort from anyone.

Ram must’ve seen the look on his face because he squeezed Bheem’s hand harder “It’s okay. I don’t even…”

Bheem held his face in hands and kissed him on the head tenderly, silencing whatever excuse Ram would make. He stroked his cheek, silencing him completely. His gaze intense but soft. Ram could understand the words unspoken in the quiet of the night.    

“Forgive me,” Bheem leaned his head against Ram’s, “I didn’t know, anna.”

“Bheem,” Ram smiled softly, brushing his fingers over his brother’s beard, “It’s okay, really.”

Bheem shook his head, “Rest now.”

Ram did rest, turning on his side facing Bheem still. He draped his arm over his brother’s lap and Bheem took his hand and squeezed it softly. He used his other hand to continue massaging his brother’s back. After some time, Ram finally fell asleep, snoring lightly. 

Bheem smiled as he watched his brother sleep. He ran a hand through his anna’s hair softly. Even though Ram was fast asleep, Bheem found himself continuing to massage his back. He’d be lying if he didn’t admit it was soothing for himself as well. 

Now that he was beginning to understand some of the reasons behind Ram’s introverted side, Bheem vowed to never let his anna go a day without feeling loved. He would care for brother, as Ram had cared for him all this time as well. 

“I’ll always be here, anna.” He whispered knowing Ram didn’t hear him, but feeling the need to tell him aloud either way. 

And Bheem made another promise to himself silently in the night, as he watched his brother sleep in his arms soundly. 

Ram was going to get massages from him as often as he could.

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Apologies for this piece being late but school and work take up too much time! This was in response to a canon I wrote some time ago. Let me know what you think please! 

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[milla984]

A collection of Ram Charan’s outfits in RRR that make me go absolutely feral

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[beingmes-blog]

Abhi and Ram dance 👄

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[yehsahihai]

Lobo is in his model era

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[stanleykubricks]

harmony of difference // ch iv

~ thanks for your patience ~

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[burningsheepcrown]

re @ronnoxandlumoss 's prompt: “Could you draw Ram with his head in Bheem's lap? Like ram is just so tired and unexpectedly comes and lays there and Bheem kind of forgets how to function.”