#rrr malli

[milla984]

Title: Put that baby spell on me

Creator: Milla984

Giftee: @boochhaan

Prompt: fluff, soft, cute

Relationships: Bheem + Malli + Ram

Rating: General audiences

Warnings/Tags: Modern AU

@celebrrration Holiday Swap 2022

“You said it was an emergency.”

Bheem lets out an impatient sigh as he keeps the door of his apartment open. “What does it look like to you?”

“A toddler,” Ram replies, his gaze continuously wandering from Malli’s tiny figure to the giant standing beside her. When she’s not trying to hide her face she’s peeking at him with her dark, wide eyes, squeezing Bheem’s leg so hard she resembles a barnacle glued to an underwater rock. 

“Well, there’s not a big difference,” Bheem groans, reconsidering his life decisions for the hundredth time in the last few hours.

Ram doesn’t even flinch. “Where’s Loki?”

“Business trip,” Bheem explains, “but the babysitter didn’t show up. She was desperate for help and asked me to take care of Malli until she comes back, tonight.”

“I still don’t see why I’m here,” Ram replies with a confused frown.

Bheem takes a short pause before answering. “I need you to stay with her while I get a few things.”

The sudden realization of what’s really going on turns Ram’s face into the textbook definition of shock and terror - the same state Bheem’s going through the entire morning. “What things?!”

“Oh, I don’t know... age-appropriate food, maybe?” Bheem struggles to control his urge to punch him, out of sheer frustration. “Orange juice? Milk and Parle-G? Right now all I have is leftover chilli chicken.”

“Why can’t you take her?”

“She likes to go ‘exploring’ if you’re not paying full attention to her,” Bheem sighs again, exhausted: shopping for groceries with an infant in tow is something he doesn’t have enough strength for, not today. “Listen, she’s got her Happy Animals coloring book and crayons. Just make sure she stays alive for half an hour… please?!”

With Malli still clinging to Bheem’s leg, Ram is not sure this is an ideal solution but he doesn’t have much of a choice in the matter; besides, Bheem is giving him his best puppy-dog eyes expression, a technique he’s skillfully mastered to perfection. “Fine,” Ram grumbles in a low tone.

Bheem finally relaxes and smiles, gently patting the girl’s head; she stares at him, scared and wary of the brooding man in front of her, but Bheem nods and smiles for a second time. “Ram is our friend, it’s okay.”

A solid minute passes before Malli decides to let go of his trousers to raise a tiny hand towards Ram, who in return seems equally hesitant to take it and moves a cautious step forward only when Bheem is ready to leave. “I’ll be back in forty-five minutes, max.” 

Ram is tempted to follow along but forces himself to remain calm: not even his extensive training could prepare him to embark on such a hazardous mission. He then closes the door and puffs, struggling to find the right words to speak to a child. 

“Sooooo… you like… animals?”

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It takes Bheem exactly twenty-seven minutes to run to the nearest grocery shop, grab some food and run back to his apartment; an easier task than expected, because once his mind clears a bit he remembers he used to love rice kheer, potatoes, roasted vegetables and mango dhal as a child. The fact that they’re also relatively easy to cook makes him fill his cart at superhuman speed and rush to the cashier, his heart pounding in his chest.

When he walks into the living room the first thing he notices is an unnerving silence, then Malli’s high-pitched voice echoes from the kitchen. “Blue.”

She’s sitting on a pile of cushions on a chair, her bare feet dangling up and down, and she’s pointing at the image of a silly faced horse in her coloring book - because she’s not the one doing the actual coloring. 

“Brown,” suggests Ram.

“Blue.”

“Horses are not—”

“BLUE,” she cuts him off, resolute.

“Alright, alright. What do I know about horses, after all,” Ram laughs and picks up the blue crayon, now convinced that arguing with a toddler is - indeed - useless.

Bheem puts the shopping bags on the counter, amazed by the unusual event he’s witnessing: even though Ram can be one of the most dangerous men in the world when he’s holding a gun, he’s letting a two-year-old girl boss him around without batting an eye. “Are you two getting along well?” 

Malli sees him and a split second later she’s climbing off the chair. “Anna!!” she shrieks, running towards him.

Bheem scoops her up to holds her in his arms while Ram stands awkwardly, the crayon still between his fingers. “I was… uhm, she’s still alive, see?!”

“I’m impressed,” Bheem replies, “and if I had to guess I’d say you were having fun.”

“Pfft, as if,” Ram shakes his head in denial while he lets the blue pencil fall on top of all the others, scattered on the table. “Have you got your age-appropriate food?!” 

Bheem nods and Ram rolls his eyes in response. “Thank goodness,” he mutters, grabbing his jacket; Malli whines and squirms to let Bheem know she wants him to put her down, so that she can tug at Ram’s trousers with both hands.

Ram shrugs. “I’m sorry, kid, I have to go. I was only filling in for the one who’s in charge.”

“Actually,” Bheem jumps in, “it’s lunch time but lunch is not ready. How about you two keep on doing... whatever it was you were doing, and I cook us something? Potato soup is okay?” 

The small girl doesn’t really answer but judging by the way she’s hugging Ram’s leg she’s not ready to exchange goodbyes yet, and Bheem smiles to himself. “I take that as a yes.”

Malli raises her big eyes to beg of her new friend to stay a little longer. “Did you learn this from him, huh?!” Ram asks when Malli drags him back to the kitchen table and he’s forced to admit he fell for the same puppy-dog trick twice. 

He turns to Bheem, whispering: “I swear... a single word about this with anyone and you’re a dead man.”

[browngurl99]

RRR Buddy Daddies AU when?

Or Spy x Family AU?

RamBheem + Malli as a Found Family is just Perfection

[no-fury-like-a-thrown-bike]

RRR Wanted Poster Transcripts

I think a lot (if not all) of this information is already floating around in various places, but I thought it might be useful (not least for my memory lmaoo). We have ages and names for Bheem, Malli and the Pashas, and a height and weight for Bheem. And also the fact that his beard being scruffy is apparently canon.

Now in 4k and with Malli's poster and the bottom of Bheem's properly transcribed (and a better image for the Pashas) thanks to @belligerentmistletoe! :D

Bheem

Wanted Kumram Bheem alias Akthar Reward Rs. 10,000 for information regarding the whereabouts of this criminal, Kumram Bheem. The criminal was last seen in the forest 20km north west of Agra. Description Kumram Bheem is 26–27 years old. He is about 5'8", and about 75 Kg. He is most likely to be seen with a scruffy beard and scars from severe wounds from all over his body. The convict is accompanied by an 8 year old girl. The Governor of Delhi hereby decrees that this man is wanted by the Government, and that anybody who is caught withholding valuable information regarding this criminal will be punished for treason against the crown. Signed (Scott Buxton) Governor of Delhi Province [Coat of arms of the United Kingdom on the left]

Malli

Wanted Mallamma aka Malli An 8 year old tribal girl, is wanted by the Police. Distinguishing features :- Dark skin, large eyes, has a wound on her forehead Anybody with information regarding her whereabouts is ordained to come forward Signed (Scott Buxton) Governor of Delhi Province [Coat of arms of the United Kingdom on the left]

The Pasha Family

Wanted Ahmed Pasha (50 years old) Fatima Mirza (45 years old) Mehreen Pasha (16 years old) are on the run from the Delhi Police. The charges against them include harbouring a dangerous criminal and sedition. Valuable information leading to this family's capture will be appreciated by the authorities. Signed (Scott Buxton) Governor of Delhi Province [Coat of arms of the United Kingdom on the left]

[fangirlshrewt97]

Malli: "Look! Bheem annayya’s training the hunters shirtless right now”

Ram *mid reviewing some battle plans turns around so fast he almost snaps his neck*: WHERE?!

Sita *high-fiving Malli in the background*: *hysterical laughter*

Bheem, fully clothed: ?????????

[nisreensartworld]

"I Will Bring Her Back"

Painting by me,

Coloured ink, acrylic, coloured pencil, paper

I painted this imagining the moment when Bheem heals Loki after Malli was abducted, and swears that he would bring the little girl back to her mother.

@ronaldofandom @carminavulcana @yonderghostshistories @ladydarkey @kaagazkefool @rosefulmadness

I thought you might like this theme!

[ambiguous-sanskars]

Post-canon fic where Ram fulfills his promise to protect Bheem and they finally talk about the whipping scene. Sequel fic to this one. Hope y'all like it!

Read on AO3

Ram had been trying, unsuccessfully, to apologize for seven months now.

With Scott’s death and the ordeal of Bheem and Malli’s captivity behind them, they had managed to return to their loved ones and create some semblance of a home as they continued the seemingly endless fight for independence. Sita, who had trained by Ram’s side since childhood, turned out to be an even more skilled marksman than Ram; she quickly took charge of instructing their fellow rebels in rifle technique and maintenance. 

Jenny, too, had come back with them. Her courage proved invaluable as she planned and executed back-to-back espionage operations into various British strongholds, accompanied by a handful of comrades posing as “servants.”

After Ram’s scare with the deadly snake, Bheem had taken a special interest in training everyone in the ways of the forest - how to hunt, how to hide, what plants were safe to eat, what herbs were medicinal, how to find potable water, and how to recognize venoms and formulate antivenoms.

Seeing the responsibility that had weighed so heavily on him for so long shared among many capable hands, Ram’s burden was finally eased. Unfortunately, this left him with more time than ever to sit around and think about what he had done.

Several nights a week, he would wake up screaming - sometimes for Sita or Jenny, but mostly for Bheem. They would all rush in to comfort him, to prove to him that they were alive and well, to light the lamps and show him that there was no blood on his hands.

Ram figured he might believe them if he could get Bheem to forgive him. But every time he so much as took Bheem’s name with that intent, Bheem would see right through him and avert the conversation.

It would be one thing, Ram thought, if Bheem just didn’t want to forgive him. The idea that Bheem did not even consider him guilty was unbearable.

One afternoon found Ram particularly unable to concentrate on strategic work. He set his notebook aside and picked up his rifle, intending to exhaust his restless mind into submission by joining whatever drill Sita had designed to push the trainees to their limit today. 

He walked to the living room and sat on the couch to lace up his boots. In their tiny kitchen, Bheem was helping Malli with her math homework as he rolled out dough for rotis. On the woodstove sat a pressure cooker.

“What’s in the cooker?” Ram called.

“Bheem-anna is making dal for dinner!” Malli replied.

“Malli, concentrate,” Bheem chastised. “So to do this sum, you need to carry the one-”

“Bheema,” Ram said, walking up to the kitchen doorway.

“Annayya?”

“I’m going to the training field. Make sure you put the pressure regulator on the cooker, okay?” Ram indicated the small metal weight by the sink.

“Yes, Annayya.”

***

When Ram came home a few hours later, he knew instantly that something was wrong. There was nothing in particular that gave it away, just a gut feeling so intense that Ram thought he might pass out.

In the kitchen, Bheem and Malli were laughing, homework forgotten as they danced to a song of their own invention. As Ram rushed in, Bheem picked Malli up, swinging her around playfully. She squealed in delight.

Then Ram’s eyes fell on the cooker in the corner. It looked exactly the same as it had when he had left. 

No pressure regulator.

Ram leapt between Bheem and the cooker. He shoved Bheem and Malli to the ground, sheltering them with his body just as the cooker exploded behind him.

As the hot steam and boiling water scalded his shoulders and back, causing his skin to erupt in red, angry blisters, Ram spared a brief thought for the karmic justice of it all. The arms that had wielded a whip against Bheem deserved to burn.

A scorching piece of metal slammed into Ram’s head, cutting right to the bone. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was blood dripping onto Bheem’s face beneath him.

It’s not his, Ram thought in relief.

***

When Ram awoke, he was in his dimly lit room, lying on his stomach with his head turned to one side so he could breathe. He felt small hands smoothing a salve onto his back, so gentle he could have been imagining it.

“Malli?” he rasped.

“Ram-anna!” she gasped softly. She set a bowl down on the nightstand and circled around so they were face to face. “You’re awake.”

“Malli, can I- can you help me sit up?”

Malli frowned. “I don’t think you should do that.”

Ram laughed hoarsely. “Please, Malli. I want to see you properly.”

She relented, propping up a pillow and holding Ram’s hand as he struggled to sit up. With every movement, he had to consciously bite back a shout.

When he was finally settled, Malli let go of his hand and reached for the salve. Her lip quivered.

“It hurts a lot, doesn’t it?”

Ram huffed out a smile, too exhausted to lie convincingly. “Who made this?” he asked instead, gesturing at the bowl in her hand.

“Bheem-anna. He said it’s good for burns.”

“Where is he?”

“He went with Sita-akka to bring us food.” Malli cocked her head to the side and grinned. “All the rotis drowned in the explosion.”

“Malli, don’t make me laugh,” Ram warned with a chuckle. “I can barely breathe here.”

“You ask a lot of questions for someone who can’t breathe.”

“Just wait till I get better. I’ll tickle you so much-”

“You’ll never catch me!”

“That’s fair,” Ram acknowledged. “You’re pretty fast.”

Malli settled herself on Ram’s bed, putting her head in his lap. Ram moved his hand to rest it on her head, gritting his teeth through the pain.

“Malli,” he said after several minutes.

“Hmm?”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what, Ram-anna?” Malli looked up at him in confusion.

“I- I was there that day when they brought you to the mansion. I should have helped you. I should have taken you back home. I’m sorry it took so long.”

She sat up, observing Ram thoughtfully. “You saw when they brought me there?”

“Yes.”

“Did you want to help me?”

“Yes, Malli. More than anything.”

“Why didn’t you?”

Ram squeezed his eyes shut. “I had to trick them. I had to make them think I was on their side.”

“So you could get the weapons to fight them?”

Ram looked at her in surprise. Malli may be a child, but she was sharp beyond her years. “Yes.”

“Then you shouldn’t be sorry. Bheem-anna is right.”

“Right about what?”

“Bheem-anna says that you can do no wrong.”

Ram felt his eyes brim with tears. Bheem said that? After everything that had happened? How had he managed to forget the sting of the whip when Ram could still feel the burn of the handle in his palm?

“Ram-anna, you’re crying!” Malli said, kneeling up on the bed to dry his tears. “What hurts? I can help, I have medicine.”

Ram shook his head miserably. “Where is he, Malli?”

“One second, I’ll go see. They should be back by now.”

Minutes later, Bheem entered the room at a full sprint. “Why are you sitting up?!”

“Bheema-”

“Lie down, you’ll make the pain worse!”

“Listen-”

“Wait, let me re-apply the salve, it will provide some relief and then-”

“Bheema!” Ram seized Bheem’s hands as he tried to reach for the salve. “Breathe. I’m okay. I’m okay.”

Bheem drew a long, shuddering breath. “Annayya…”

“I’m okay.”

Bheem refused to meet his eyes. “Why did you step in front of the cooker like that? It was my fault, I would’ve borne the consequences. I would have protected Malli.”

“I have no doubt.”

“Then why-”

“I made a promise, remember? I swore on your life that I wouldn’t let any harm come to you.”

“Don’t,” Bheem sobbed, bringing Ram’s hands to his eyes. “Don’t keep your promise like that.”

Ram cupped Bheem’s face tenderly, wiping away his tears.

“Bheema,” he began.

Bheem looked up, reading Ram’s intent. “Annayya, let me get you some food from the kitchen. I’ll be right back.”

As Bheem stood to leave, Ram grabbed his wrist with surprising strength.

“Stay.”

“Annayya, I’ll just be a minute,” Bheem tried to twist his hand out of Ram’s grip, causing Ram to gasp in pain.

“Stay,” Ram repeated before Bheem could react, “because I need to say-”

“No, Annayya, please-”

“-that I am so, so sorry. Forgive me, Bheema, because God knows I will never forgive myself.”

Bheem sat down on the edge of the bed, unable to speak for several seconds. Finally, he whispered,

“The whip hurt less than your words, Annayya.”

Ram drew an unsteady breath. “You don’t remember. The way you cried out-” The memory snatched the air from Ram’s lungs, making him choke. “The spikes digging into your skin, your blood pooling at my feet - these will haunt me as long as I live.”

“Annayya,” Bheem’s voice cracked. “Why do you torture yourself with such thoughts?”

“You trusted me, Bheema, and I betrayed you. It doesn’t matter the reason.”

“Annayya, I am yours. You were just doing your duty. But even if there was no reason, you have every right-”

Ram silenced him with a steely gaze. “No one has a right to hurt you. You are not a pawn in some greater fight. You are not a sacrifice. You are a person. Forgive me for ever behaving otherwise.”

“Okay,” Bheem buried his face in Ram’s chest, trying not to bawl like a child. Maybe it was a little silly, but after surviving the captivity of colonizers, to be seen as a person suddenly felt overwhelming. “Okay. As you say, Annayya.”

Ram wrapped his arms around Bheem, ignoring the way his nerves screamed in protest. His heart was full, and a laugh bubbled up out of him. His Bheema forgave him. What more could Ram possibly want?

“Jenny-akka wants to know if you both are coming for dinner,” Malli said from the doorway.

“We’ll be right there,” Ram said. “And Malli - thank you.”

Malli put on an exaggerated thinking face. “Mm, okay. I guess you’re welcome. This time.”

As she turned and left, Bheem looked up at Ram in confusion. “Was that a threat?”

“Unclear. She is not to be messed with,” Ram said. “Get up, Bheema, let’s go eat.”

[ronaldofandom]

Children of the forest

A short drabble - Bheem and Malli. No warnings.

Summary: Bheem's little one has grown up too soon and sees what her Anna doesn't share with others. She wants to take care of the protector, while her Anna would give anything to preserve her childhood.

Prompt: Bheem & Malli appreciating nature.

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‘Annnaaaaa, wait for meeee.’

Bheem stopped in his tracks when he heard the familiar voice and turned around to find the child galloping towards him.

The tiny strides weren’t as tiny anymore. Malli shared his knack for adapting to the forest floor and managing her gait accordingly. While the other kids her age had tripped and fallen many times, Malli had never had any issues navigating the surfaces. Bheem saw a little bit of himself in her. The thought both warmed his heart and jolted it at the same time.

She shouldn’t be here. This was outside the boundaries set for the kids to venture alone.

Bheem put his stern face on as she got closer.

But before he could get a word in, Malli raised her hands up in a defensive posture.

‘I know, I know. But look - I didn’t sneak out on my own this time. I promised you that I won’t worry you again, so I am asking nicely. Take me with you, Anna. It’s been so long since I went to the river.’

She pleaded in a sing-song voice, making her big eyes even bigger.

‘How do you know I am going to the river?’

Malli looked at her feet, fidgeting with her fingers. 

‘Anna, I- I know when and why you go to the river. Alone.’

Bheem looked at her quizzically. How could she possibly know this? Only Jenny knew of this. He had confided in her after breaking down one night.

‘What-what are you talking about, Malli?’

Malli closed the distance between them and wrapped her small hands around his right palm, looking up at him.

‘I know about the nightmares, Anna. You have been having them since we escaped. On some nights, I sprinkled cold water on your face and it used to calm you down. I know you still have them, but you don’t tell anyone else, only water helps you then. You have that look on your face today, so I figured you were going to the river.’

Bheem knelt down in front of her, and the girl ran into his arms. Bheem held her gently.

He thought this was his secret. No one else knew, barring Jenny. But this child had grown up too fast under his yes. And had become too wise for her age.

‘Don’t tell anyone about this, ok?’

‘Why? You are allowed to have problems of your own, Anna. You aren’t just meant to solve others’ problems. Why don’t you let us take care of you?’

That’s not who a protector is, Bheem wanted to tell her. But chose not to.

‘I do have people taking care of me. There is Jenny, and now, there is you too, right?’

Her eyes lit up.

‘Yes yes. I will do whatever you say, Anna. Always.’

‘Good girl. Now, let’s go to the river.’

They walked hand in hand, and listening to Malli’s chatter, Bheem momentarily forgot about the nightmare, which had shaken him to the core last night.

Once they reached the river bank, Malli swung her feet into the water and splashed happily.

Bheem stayed still. He wanted to jump in but there was a logistical issue.

‘Anna - I know about the scars too. It’s fine. Jenny Akka told me they are better now, I keep asking her now and then. You can take off your kurta. I promise I won’t flinch.’

Bheem just stared at her this time, with his mouth hung open. What all had she picked up on? In the age where she was supposed to not have a care in the world, the child had the sense to not ask him about his wounds, knowing it would perturb him. Reluctantly, Bheem took off his kurta. True to her words, Malli did not flinch.

He jumped in, and the cold water immediately did wonders to his rapidly fluctuating emotions. He swam underneath for minutes, only coming to the surface for air and for checking on Malli, who was busy making a house from the riverside sand.

Bheem dove in again, going deeper this time and following a swarm of fishes. He loved chasing fishes since he was a child. Other kids couldn’t swim that deep but for Bheem this was second nature. A water baby, since the day he was born. 

The pure water soothed his weary, tattered skin, along with his bruised heart. This should suffice for a few days, till another crude nightmare makes him question his very existence.

Reluctantly, he waddled out of the water and started drying himself with his kurta. He should take Malli back soon.

‘Anna - can I ask you something?’

Bheem turned to find Malli looking at him, almost tentatively. Bracing himself for another deep question, Bheem nodded his head.

‘How did you bring all those animals to the party that day?’

Here we go again, thought Bheem.

‘I- I caught them from the forest. And kept them in a shed close by.’

‘You caught the tigers and leopards too?’

Bheem just nodded silently.

He could tell the impact of his words had resonated with her. She was silently processing the amount of risk he had taken, and the number of times he had put his life on the line, to save her.

When she didn’t say anything for two minutes, Bheem sat down next to her and pulled her into his lap. The child snuggled into his chest and buried her face there, determined to not let him see her tears. Bheem didn’t insist, respecting her wishes.

He rocked her back and forth, and stroked her head slowly.

‘You could have died.’

‘But I didn’t.’

‘How is it logical? Risking your life to save mine?’

‘Because I am the protector, little one. It is my job to keep you all out of harms way.’

She crawled further into his chest, as if trying to believe he was still with her, despite everything he had risked to get to her.

‘Anna - why don’t they just leave us alone? We are not asking to be a part of their cities. They don’t want to be a part of this world. So why don’t they just let us be? Why do they hunt us mercilessly, when all we want is to be far far away from them?’

Bheem didn’t have an answer for her. He had wondered this many times himself. He could tell her that the world was cruel, unfair. That others thought of them as lesser humans, if that at all. That they were fighting for their right to survive, with basic human decency.

But he wanted to preserve whatever little innocence was left in her.

‘Maybe, one day, they will realise that. And leave us be. That day will come, Malli. If not in my lifetime, then hopefully in yours.’

The child didn’t seem to buy it, but she didn’t resist the comfort that his words were offering either.

‘Ok tell me - what are some things we should learn from the nature around us?’

Malli looked up curiously from his chest. He could see her brain working furiously to come up with a smart response.

‘Hmm. That we are all too inconsequential in front of nature. There are many elements in the world that mankind doesn’t understand, but nature just takes care of it for them. Like the water we drink and the air we breathe. Or the light from the sun and serenity from the moon. Is that it?’

‘That’s a great start. And you are right. We are nothing in front of the might and fury of nature. So we should do our best to respect it, preserve it and co-exist. What else?’

The girl scratched her head, then looked around herself to find more clues. When she came up with nothing, she looked dejected.

‘It’s fine. You did well. But to me, the most important thing is the intelligence and humanity of these non-human creatures. Look at these animals - they don’t hunt for fun. They don’t hunt because they want to torment other beings. They only hunt when they are hungry, only to survive. At other times, they co-exist. Humans can learn so much from them. To live and let live.’

Malli nodded appreciatively.

‘Look at these trees. They give us shade, food, wood. They hold the soil together so there are no landslides. And their leaves and seed give birth to new trees. Nature is like a mother. She just gives and gives endlessly, while we don’t understand the value of it or respect it enough. It give us birth, nourishes us, provides for us, and we don’t even take a moment to appreciate it. Remember this Malli, always be grateful for this amazing place we call home. This is the most breathtaking creation of god, we are nothing in front of it. We are fighting for our right to live freely in our home, our forest, to die peacefully here, and be one with nature once we are gone.’

Malli listened with rapt attention, amazed at the wisdom of her Anna. In that moment, she closed her eyes and prayed to Mother Nature . For the tribe. But particularly for her Anna. For him to have a life outside of just being a protector. For him to have some semblance of peace and joy and happiness for himself, not just for the others. 

He was the best man, the best person she knew. To her, and to the rest of the tribe, he was a superhero. But the superhero also had his weaknesses, his troubles, his fears. He was no god. She wished the tribe stop treating him as one. So her Anna could live a little. 

One day, when she grows up, she will do what she promised today. Take care of him.

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More people should take care of Bheem, shouldn't they?

Hope you liked it. As always, would love to hear your thoughts :)

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[burningsheepcrown]

Ram babysits

Prompt from @fangirlshrewt97 <3

[luxshine]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Brindavadaam, గోవిందుడు అందరివాడేలే | Govindudu Andarivadele (2014), RRR (2022) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Abhiram (Govindudu Andarivadele)/Krishna (Brindavadaam), Alluri Sitarama Raju/Komaram Bheem Characters: Abhiram (Govindudu Andarivadele), Krishna (Brindavadaam), Indu (Brindavadaam), Bhoomi (Brindavadaam), Alluri Sitarama Raju, Komaram Bheem Additional Tags: Love Potion/Spell, Falling In Love, Reincarnation, True Love Summary:

Krish needs to decide whom he loves more, if Indu or Bhoomi. However, when the two girls come to him with a way to choose that won't hurt anyone in the process (Or so they claim), a third option comes in that may either break his heart, or teach the most loveable man on Earth the meaning of True Love.

[carminavulcana]

"My anna was with you, wasn’t he?” she dared to ask the tall, imposing policeman as he opened the car door for her. “Where is he?”

Malli did not know how else to ask the question that had been eating her up for four days. She did not want to offend the redcoat. She had seen how badly her Bheem anna had been hurt in his fight with him. And the protective thread… he had used her brother’s protective thread to subdue him, in addition to the threat to her own safety; that had been the worst blow. 

Malli hated herself for the misfortune she had brought upon her loved ones. First, her mother. And now, the protector of her tribe. 

The redcoat did not answer her question. She tried to catch his gaze but he seemed determined to not meet her eyes. 

Well, how could he? He had stood there with the white sahib and the memsahib and just… watched; as the other policemen tackled her anna to the ground, shackled his hands behind his back while he wept and begged them to set his little sister free. 

“I will be your slave for the rest of my life, memsahib, governor sahib… please, she is just a child,” Bheem anna’s broken cries echoed in her ears. He had then tried to appeal to the redcoat. “Do whatever you want to me, please, please don’t let my sister be their prisoner. Her mother will die without her. Anna… ANNA…”

The words, the tears; they had been of no use. 

And now, she was being taken God-only-knew-where at this early hour by the same heartless redcoat. 

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Snippet from The Scholar

[aneshb25]

So who am I offending now? You were my crown... Now I'm in exile, seein' you out...

Two souls fallen apart, confusion, hatred, guilt and remorse lying thick in between.

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This fanart purely came out out of the pure love and addiction of this masterpiece edit by @your-villainous-neighbour . Every time I remember that there is a part in the movie where Ram and Bheem stay apart for days on end with this HUGE misunderstandings lying heavy in between them, my heart cries out. I have 3 more WIPs just based on this video. 

Bheem only knows his lover truest friend has betrayed him. There’s distrust in his heart now. Innocent Bheem, never been exploited like this before got his first betrayal by the person closest to his heart. He has left him behind without looking back. But Ram, Ram had made sure Bheem and baby Malli have crossed the horizon. He had only gave up then, giving himself up to whatever his fate decides for him. Maybe Bheem had desperately wanted to know why his Ram did what he did... maybe Ram had wanted to say for the last time, to come clear to his Bheem when he was in isolation.... The ‘Why?” and “Because...” had remained covered even if it were for a span of time only. Honestly this part is way more angsty that it had let on. And the video was the last nail to my coffin! 

Tagging @ssabriel @burningsheepcrown​ @obsessedtoafault  @fangirlshrewt97 @sally-for-sally​  @rambheemlove @jrntrtitties​ @justmeand-myinsight​ @veteran-fanperson​ @stanleykubricks @jojofanfiction @jjwolfesworld and I want to tag so many others as well, but I don’t know if I should. This girl doesn’t want to come across as too much annoying.... but if anyone wants to be tagged do tell me. I want to follow your page as well! 

[milla984]

Title: He will search anywhere and everywhere for the missing lamb and will eventually find it. If at that time the lamb is in the tiger’s mouth he will break its teeth, pry its jaws open and take the lamb back to its herd.

Creator: Milla984

Giftee: @boochhaan

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[tasavvur-e-jaana]

bachpan

Tere bachpan ko nahi bacha paaya main, Tujhe kaandhe par bitha kar ghar toh le aaya main,

Phoolon se abhi ruksat hi kahan hui thi tu, Tere daaman ko kaanton se nahi bachaa paya main.

Tujhe aadat thi sitaaron ki chhaon mein sone ki, Sang-e-marmar ki dewaaron se nahi bachaa paaya main.

Khuli hawaaon mein khela karti teri zulfien, Haar mogron ke nahi bana paaya main.

Shaakh-e-darakht par Tera jhula tha suna, Uss par teri surili sadaa na laa payaa main.

Tere bachpan ko bachaa na paaya main, Tujhe ghar toh le aaya lekin, hasaa na paaya main. Woh bebaak befikri na bachaa paaya main.

[pariaritzia]

-You've worked so hard. Will you give it all up [to free Bheem]? Will you give up fifteen years of work?

-I'll do it for another fifteen years. But I won't sacrifice Bheem for my goal.

-Think first. It's very dangerous. You might die.

-I'll die with pride.

[fangirlshrewt97]

Bheem: I guess I'm just too tough to cry

Malli: But annayya, just today you were crying about snakes

Bheem, tearing up: They don’t have any arms

Ram: Thank god for that

[nisreensartworld]

Homeward

Drawing by me

Pencil, coloured pencil

I drew this theme (Bheem giving a piggyback ride for Malli) upon the request by @yonderghostshistories ❤️💖

I hope the artwork resonates with you!

And I thought you also might enjoy this work, @ronaldofandom @carminavulcana @ladydarkey @kaagazkefool

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