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Come Rest Your Weary Head (Part 2)

Ok, here is part 2!! Let’s see if real life is kind enough to let me work on/update this fic daily. 

I hope you like it! And I kind of wrote this one out of order, so apologies if I repeated something twice. 

(Part 1) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6)

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Ram yawned as he returned to his home. He had travelled back to his village to supervise the training of the new recruits and to go over some plans with his Babai over a more targeted strike against the British. 

Things had happened so quickly in Delhi after their escape and the Scotts’s deaths, everything had been in chaos. The highest ranking British officials in the country had all converged on the burning ruins of the Governor’s palace, even as Ram, Bheem and their combined party had fled through back alleys and forest paths back to their respective villages.

Now, nearly a year and a half later, things were going so well, Ram still pinched himself to confirm this was not all some extended hallucination conjured by his brain to cope against the torture the British had inflicted on him.

But it was all a reality. He had managed to commandeer weapons for his people, they were getting more and more allies by the day, their army expanding and spilling over onto the nearby villages. If anything, the problem was now to keep maintaining a low profile and continuing their pretense of still only being a village of farmers.

That was where Bheem came in. Brilliant, optimistic Bheem who thought so differently to Ram. Bheem who had suggested they could use Sita’s idea from Delhi and build a temporary “hospital” where they were treating lepers. The British wouldn’t step within a few kilometers in their direction. 

He had also convinced his people would also join the fight against the British, and gotten several to even join Ram’s boot camp. He had brought them over to Ram’s village himself, the sight of Bheem sailing into his village one Ram would remember till his death. The men, so used to their sheltered life in the forest had struggled at first, but adapted quickly enough.

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Come Rest Your Weary Head (Part 3)

Part 3! Halfway there! Where are we going? No clue. 

I hope you guys like this part, it was so fluffy it nearly gave me cavities to write it. 

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6)

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Bheem was sitting against the tree, legs crisscrossed and arms raised above his head as he stretched his muscles.

Their latest raid had been a success, they had managed to free a few more men who had joined their cause, and managed to capture a couple more cartons of guns and ammunition. Ram and the others had been ecstatic and immediately started making plans for how to use them most efficiently.

Bheem had left them to figure out the logistics and had gone to round up their youngest recruits and the kids. He had wanted to argue against using the kids, but Ram had already beat him, telling them clearly that while they could train with the adults, no one below 16 would be allowed to go on missions. So Bheem had decided to instead take on the younger children and teach them some of his own tricks. Like how to blend among the trees. And some tracking skills too.

Now, he was enjoying the summer sun, the weather bordering on sweltering, but the air wrapped around them like a hug, sinking into their bones. It made them all lethargic, so Ram had dismissed everyone to take the day off when he saw most of the men were falling asleep where they were standing. Bheem had hoped that that would apply to Ram as well, but the man had sent him off, telling him he would find him later.

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Come Rest Your Weary Head (Part 4)

All right, this section was one of the main reasons I wrote this fic, but ultimately the scene turned out very differently to what I had originally envisioned. The main detail is still there though, so I think the scene is still nice. 

Also, I’m a little sick still so I did my best to proofread, but apologies if I missed any egregious mistakes. 

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“Anna!” came Malli’s voice from the thicket of trees.

“Malli?” Bheem called out, face splitting into a wide smile when the young girl emerged, followed by Ram.

They had arrived back in Bheem’s village a couple weeks ago, and for some reason he could not figure out, Malli had gotten over her apprehension over Ram and stuck to him the whole time. It amused Bheem how much Ram could maintain a stoic face in front of the most brutal type of violence but panicked whenever any child not from his village approached him.

Bheem climbed down from the tree post he had been sitting in, meeting them at the base as the pair came to a stop. “Well, what a lovely surprise. What are you guys doing out here?”

Ram sputtered before looked away shyly. Malli beamed at him, and nudged Ram’s side.

“We came to see you Anna! Ram Anna has a gift for you!”

“A gift?” Bheem asked, confused. When he looked at the man in question, his cheeks were several shades darker.

“Yeah!” Malli shouted in excitement. And then when Ram did not add anything elbowed him hard enough to make him stumble.

Ram scowled at Malli, but Malli glared at him, which immediately cowed him. Bheem bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at the exchange.

Clearing his throat, Ram came to stand in front of Bheem, hesitating as he removed a small parcel wrapped in an old cloth from his waist. “For you.”

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Come Rest Your Weary Head (Part 5)

One more part to go! Not that there’s much plot connecting these stories to one another, but I have one entry after this one to complete the story. 

Let me know what you guys think of the plot for this one, there’s not much dialogue.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 6)

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Ram winced again as he removed his kurta, exhaling through his mouth as he lowered his arms again. Shit. Bheem was not going to be happy about what had happened in the hunt today.

“Here Anna, let me put this paste, and then you can lie down for some time. Bheem Anna will be back soon!” Malli said as she came into Bheem’s hurt.

“You don’t need to do that Malli, I can manage. Thank you though.” Ram said as he leaned forward to grab the small pot from her, only for her to dart back.

“How are you going to reach your back, which is hurting, without making it worse?”

“It’s ah,” Ram winced as another line of pain shot down his spine, “not that bad.”

Malli gave him a deadpan look that showed she was not buying his words for a second. Clever girl. If only she could stop being so perceptive when it came to Ram.

Sighing, Ram hung his head, immediately lifting it when that made the pain worse.

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Come Rest Your Weary Head (Part 6)

Here’s the last part! This fic really became way way longer than I was expecting because I split the parts up into mini-stories lol. And just fyi the original story I wrote for this section ended up being very angst and hurt/comfort so I made the executive decision to publish it as an independent story tomorrow. I wrote a fluffier section for the finale, because it felt unfair to throat angst at people who come expecting fluff. 

Happy Independence Day to my fellow Indians! Alluri Sitarama Raju and Komuram Bheem, both of you fought for our nation’s freedom, and today we celebrate ¾ of a century of it. Thank you for your courage, and sacrifice. I wish you could have seen our flag fly. 

Onto the story…

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Ram bit his lip as he scratched out a couple more names from his list of new recruits and rewrote them in separate sheets. It had been nearly five months since the latest batch of recruits had joined them and Ram and the other senior members felt they were solid enough in their training to help out with the smaller raids they were conducting.

Being the one with the most experience on the ground for these raids, he had taken the responsibility of shuffling the new members into the already established groups according to best fit. Tomorrow, they’d do a few training exercises to make sure there were no major dynamic clashes and then they could plan for more raids.

He leaned against the bed frame, tilting his head back to allow the sun to shine on his face. It was another dry summer day, but thankfully there was wind to provide relief against the oppressive heat.

He had even forgone his usual western clothing for a simple cotton kurta with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and a lungi tied above his knees. He was sitting perpendicular to his entrance, one leg stretched out while he used the other as support for the wooden slab on which he was writing.

“Ram!” Bheem called out moments before entering the house, with Sita following close behind. When Ram looked up the pair, a smile tugged at his lips. They were armed with fresh coconuts, and Bheem had a bag dangling from his arm that Ram would bet were mangoes. “Ram! Look, we got some delicious mangoes from the market in the next village. And the coconuts are heavy, I bet they have a lot of water!”

Ram laughed as he nodded. “Good to know your venture was successful. Do you need the machete for the coconuts?”

Sita shook her head, “No, it’s right outside, I just told Bhaiya we could leave the mangoes in here and then cut the coconuts.”

Ram nodded and let them work, returning to his papers. He smiled, happy that his best friend and his… Bheem were getting along so well.

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Lean on Me (I Know This Feeling)

Ok, this one is not making up for all the fluff but I wrote it and it is complete so I am inflicting you with it. I will warn this one is very angst, so prepare for that. I wanted a story of Bheem going through something and Ram needing to comfort him. Was not actually intending for it to get as dark as it did. But it does end a little sweetly, so don’t be completely scared away!

Trigger warnings: Discussions of grief, Referenced Suicide Attempt, Death of an original character screen, Self-loathing

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Ram was quiet as he made his way through the trees, the oil lamp in his hand barely giving enough light to illuminate five feet in front of him. So he was letting his feet guide him on this path they had walked many times by now, and luckily they led him right to his prize.

Bheem was sitting with his back to him, pants rolled up so he could dip his legs in the lake. The small ripples near him likely meant he was kicking his feet in the water. He had both arms braced by his sides, hunched out so his shoulders were by his ears. But he was still attuned to the forest in a way Ram could never hope to be.

“Brave of you to make your way out here by yourself in the middle of the night.”

“Hmm. I had a good teacher. And I didn’t let myself doubt my feet” Ram said as he stepped out of the foliage to come sit besides Bheem. He placed the lamp on Bheem’s other side, on a flat rock and sat down, his back to the lake as he sat perpendicular to the man. “You didn’t even try to come to bed.”

Bheem shrugged. “Not much point in trying to sleep when you know it won’t come.”

“Bit hypocritical don’t you think?”

“Ram don’t-” Bheem growled faintly.

But Ram was not one to back down, least of all from fights with Bheem. “How much longer are you going to be moping around here then?”

A nearby owl hooted in alarm as Bheem violently punched the water, spraying them both with ice cold water. “I. am not. Moping!”

Bheem looked at Ram, the light casting his face in shadow, but unable to hide how much hatred was shining in Bheem’s eyes. Unfortunately it was not hatred towards Ram. That he knew how to take. No, this was self-loathing. Ram would know, he had seen it every day in the mirror for nearly four years.

Ram sighed. “Of course not. You are grieving. And you have every right to grieve, but not at the cost of your main duty Bheem.”

“You don’t-” Bheem cut himself off, jaw clenching as he ground his teeth, fists curling besides him.

Ram tapped the closest fist. “I don’t what? Understand what it is like to lose a soldier to battle? What it is like to grieve for a friend? What failure tastes like?”

Bheem stayed quiet.

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Title: Bheem’s Distraction URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50338054 Author: MistressofHappyEndings Rating: E Warnings: None Summary: One look at the muttering man hunched over the table in the middle of the small room, and Komaram Bheem found all his worst fears confirmed. My comments: eeehehehe, this fic is so much fun. ram’s too caught up in his own head, so bheem decides to…distract him. the sex is very hot. their relationship is super cute and sweet.

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RamBheem 3: Paluku

'Paluku' means "speak" or "speech". Like, "Speak these words" or "his everyday speech was very flowery". Word Count: 1983

Bheem explained, as Malli slept peacefully, wrapped up warm and cozy in Ram’s cloak, that the journey to New Delhi from the Nallamala Adivi was about two weeks. Ram tried to not celebrate upon hearing the length of the journey, elated that he still had fourteen days to spend adoring Bheem and living in his light. Ram listened quietly, saying very little as Bheem talked him through the plan to get home. With a soft smile and a gentle stroke along Malli’s hair, Bheem turned his eyes up to the sky and murmured quietly under his breath, whispering prayers into the thick summer air. Ram watched him enviously, letting his eyes drag along the other man’s square jaws and the stubbled expanse of his throat, finally resting his gaze on the corner of a collarbone that was visible through the opening of Bheem’s half-unbuttoned kurta.

After what could have been hours, Bheem finally turned his eyes to Ram, who looked away immediately, ashamed at having ogled his friend (?) like a lion watching its prey. “Ram…” The marksman nearly cried at the audible pain and hope and softness in Bheem’s voice. “Vaallu ninn-em-chesiri? Ninnu kuda nannu himsa pettnattu…chesindra?”

Ram didn’t want to answer, for fear that he’d sound like he was downplaying Bheem’s torture. So, he kept it to one word and averted eyes. “Avunu…”

Based on the silence that sat between them, Bheem clearly was too uncomfortable to speak again on the matter, and instead switched topics. “Gaayalu inka noppiga unnaya…?”

A simple shrug in response. “Ippudu parvaledu. Prayanam chey-galanu.”

“Mm…” Bheem looked away again, looking back up at the sky, chuckling as Malli shifted her head in his lap. “Paapam, sinna-thalli. Thanaku chandrudu-nakshatrala kinda nidrapodam alavatu. Aa bangla lo etta unnindo emo…”

Ram smiled, rolling his shoulders and wincing when he pulled on one of the cuts in his upper arm. “Adi nizame…aa thella vaallaku evvaru lekunda, pacchi-cheekati lo pandukodam ishtam. Manaku chuttu-unde prapancham vinipisthe, kanipisthe nidra-osthundi,” he joked with a little laugh. Bheem chuckled in response, nodding his head.

“Nenu anthe. Enni saarlu domalu kuttina, nenu baite pandukonevadini, chinnappudu. Ippud-antha alavatu ledu. Inni rojulu Malli kosam vethike panilo unna kada, lopala pandukodam alavatu cheskovals-occhindi,” Bheem admitted with an amused shake of his head. Ram whistled softly, laughing along as he listened to his friend speak.

“Bheem?”

The other man froze, watching Ram with wide, careful eyes. 

“Nuvvu Delhi ki vosthunnappudu, bhayam anipinchaleda? Ante, mee oori nunchi antha dooram prayanam chesi, aa thella vaalla tho pettukodam, neeku pramadam untund-ani emi anipinchaleda?”

Bheem’s face softened and hardened a few times for several moments before he explained, “Naaku avemi gurthu raledu, Ram. Naa okka alochana: Malli-ni thirigi thana ammaki deggariki theesko-vellala. Anthe. Bhayam undedi, sandeham undedi. Kaani vaatikanna mukhyam, Malli kshemanga thana kutumbam tho undala. Mana badhyata-ni eppudu, mana alochanalu raninchakud-du. Ee prayanam naa kosam kaadu. Ee prayanam,” He paused to smile at Malli and point to her with his chin, “ee pasi-bidda kosam.”

Ram said nothing else, quietly watching the two and waiting for the sunrise. It had been years since he could sleep peacefully, his nights plagued by monstrous dreams and cruel memories. This was the first night where silence didn’t choke him, letting him sit in peace without fearing the thoughts that would follow the quiet. 

He figured it was because of Bheem.

Only a few minutes later did he notice how uncomfortable Bheem sat, body tight and tensed even as he cradled Malli close. Ram sighed softly. The idiot was cold from not having brought warmer clothes. Unwilling to sit and let the two of them freeze, Ram pulled off his saffron-colored shawl thing and wrapped it around Bheem, letting it drape over Malli like a giant orange blanket. Bheem watched on with wide, startled eyes before relaxing again, grateful for the warmth. He didn’t express those thoughts verbally, but he gave Ram a little smile and a nod, which was more than the marksman expected.

Giddy with the acknowledgment of his actions by a now drowsy Bheem, Ram sat down, nearly buzzing out of his skin. Disturbed by the noise, Malli whined in her sleep, curling her legs up to Bheem’s thigh as she burrowed her face deeper into his stomach. Shushing her lovingly, Bheem resumed stroking her hair, eyes now back on Ram’s face. 

He didn’t expect to be watched, so Ram shifted around for several moments before giving in and returning the looks Bheem gave him. The night passed by that way, the two gazing at one another until the sunrise broke through the dark clouds, bathing them in gold and red like the finest royal drapery. Ram offered himself to be Malli’s pillow while Bheem began his morning search for fruits and water so they could eat something more nutritious than Ram’s rock-hard breads and salt-less dried nuts. 

Grateful for the help but too nervous to say anything, Bheem lifted Malli up gently and rested her over Ram’s lap, letting the shawl act as her pillow since the morning sun would warm her sufficiently. Ram, finally taking a moment to rest now that Bheem was up and moving, leaned against his tree, petting Malli’s hair as she continued to sleep. He let himself close his eyes for just a few minutes, promising that he’d wake up the moment Bheem returned.

His eyes opened after a while, and when consciousness returned to him, Ram nearly panicked at the lack of weight on his lap. “Malli?!” He shot forward, nearly falling onto his face. To his shock and relief, Malli sat across from him next to Bheem, both eating their fruits quietly. Mostly just sapotas and some small mangos they found on the trees several kilometers away. Ram, finally calm now that he knew Malli was safe, sighed and sat back against his tree. “Eppudu vocchau?”

Bheem chuckled softly, telling Malli to slow down, as she kept rushing through all the sapotas and not leaving any for Ram. “Ganta-sepu ayyindi.”

Ram groaned. “Enduku lepaledu nannu? Koncham aina sahayam chese-vadini kada…”

“Raathri-antha pandukoledu nuvvu. Visraanthi thees-kokapothe, evvariki paniki-ravu,” Bheem warned with a little laugh. 

Unable to stay angry at the man and too tired to care about the jab at his unwillingness to sleep, Ram decided he’d at least partake in the meal and get some energy before they had to continue the journey.

After eating, they resumed their trek down to the Gonds’ forest. The first conflict of their journey arose three days after they embarked, with the near-discovery of their return by local British forces. The white mosquitos’ fort sat just by the river nearest their neck of the woods, and the trio had to hide and run cleverly to avoid detection. Malli sat high in the trees while Bheem hid soundlessly in the waters. Ram shot at some deer and pigs in the opposite direction to draw away officers that had neared their campgrounds.

Frantically, they rushed out of the woods and instead decided to move with the water, keeping eyes and ears open for more signs of the British. Every few days, they’d run into a few soldiers here and there, but never a battalion like they’d faced after Bheem rescued Ram from enterrement. 

With each new day, Ram found himself still growing closer to Bheem, despite his self-warnings to keep away so as to avoid falling for the man. At least now, he admitted it. He could admit it easily. He loved Bheem. The day after this realization formed in his mind, Ram cried. He sobbed through the night, smothering his tears with both hands and his shawl. Malli definitely noticed his reddened eyes the next morning but took pity on him and said nothing. Bheem tried to ask what was wrong, but Ram could only lie and say something got in his eyes the previous night.

He wasn’t yet brave enough to admit his feelings. He’d ruin so many lives by doing so. His own, Bheem’s (by forcing an undesired love on the same man he’d tortured), and Sita’s (by snatching from her the love he promised to her years ago), just to name a few.

The best day of the journey was the last day, when Ram finally got to see Malli, red-faced and sobbing, rush into her mother’s arms. Bheem, with wet eyes, smiled at the encounter. Ram hid his tears in his hands, smiling despite the ache in his chest.

Malli’s mother moved closer to hug Bheem and then Ram, who pushed her away gently, swearing that he didn’t deserve her gratitude or kindness.

The woman chuckled through her sniffles, shaking her head. “Meeru sahayam chesar-ayya. Anthe. Na Malli-ni intiki pilch-kochcharu. Naak-anthe mukhyam.” He smiled and pressed her hands to his face, apologizing anyways and crying openly when Malli kissed his cheek.

Before her mother could take her home to the rest of their family, Malli whispered in his ear. “Naaku anni thelus-anna. Bheem-anna ki cheppesey. Thanaku nuvvante ishtamu,” the little girl promised with a giggle, hurrying back to her mother’s side. Red-faced and still crying, Ram locked eyes with Bheem, who was very obviously avoiding his gaze, his own cheeks slightly pink from hearing what his charge had said.

Ram couldn’t interject before Bheem finally murmured, “Bidda ku nuvvante saana ishtam. Nuvv-ikkade undalani ala cheppindi. Em-anukoke…”

With a wince and a nodding smile, Ram chuckled. “Parvaledu. Chinna pillal-ki ilantivi sahajame.” Grunting as he heaved the sack of dry foods over his back, Ram straightened his back, drinking in the sight of Bheem finally relaxed for the first time in two months, the Gond guardian’s wet-earth eyes soft with relief and exhaustion. “Sare inka…Baildertha, Bheem…”

As if Ram had punched him, Bheem whipped his head around to lock eyes with his (former?) friend. “Ippuda…?”

Ram shrugged again, sighing weakly even as he grimaced from the slowly-healing injuries. “Mimmalni ikkada dimpentha-varake naa bhadhyata…Nenu kuda naa ooriki vellal-kada, Bheem? Akkada erupatlu choosukunnaka malli vocchi mee oori vaallaku bhojanam pet-tha.”

Eyes wide and watery once again, jaws clenching and unclenching over and over, Bheem pleaded without pleading, “Thappada…?”

Ram broke, dropping to his knees and grabbing Bheem’s hands to kiss at the knuckles over and over, as if he’d never seen skin before. “Rendu vaaralu. Rendu vaaralu nannu nenu aapukonna, Bheem. Ippudu kuda vellakunda ikkade unte, naa vaallaku nenu inkeppudu kanipinchanu,” he begged with a little laugh, shaking his head as sobs tore through his throat. Ram locked eyes with Bheem, who sniffled and pulled one hand free to drag it upwards along the archer’s jaw.

“Nenu kuda nee ooriki vosthe? Ikkada konni rojulu untava?” 

Bheem tried to not add ‘bangaram’ to the end of his question, not wanting to sound as enamored and desperate as he felt. He’d spent the entire trip trying to avoid loving Ram. Not because he hated him, but because he was scared that Ram wouldn’t reciprocate. In his community, love was not bound by rules like in the British way of life. Bheem knew Ram spent years and years learning to fit in with those monsters, so he had no clue of how deeply Ram entrenched their beliefs into his own lifestyle. If Ram ended up being one of those people who hated individuals for loving those of their own sex, Bheem wouldn’t be able to survive that heartbreak.

But the villagers already had their own ideas of what was happening. Many of them approved, Lacchu notwithstanding. Eventually, Ram just melted and agreed, pressing his face into Bheem’s hands to hide his tears again. God, this was getting embarrassing. Ram either had to stop crying or start being cold and heartless again so he would stop making a fool of himself among strangers.

The moment Ram looked back up at Bheem’s smiling, tearful face, he knew those options were no longer feasible. He groaned and dropped his face into Bheem’s hands again. This man would end him.

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Translation

Vaallu ninn-em-chesiri? Ninnu kuda nannu himsa pettnattu…chesindra?: What did they do to you? Did they torture you the same way they did to me? (-ndra is a common conjugational ending for words in a Andhra dialect, where -inara is replaced with -ndra for convenience. So, "chesinara" becomes "chesindra".)

Avunu…: Yes...

Gaayalu inka noppiga unnaya…?: Do the wounds still hurt?

Ippudu parvaledu. Prayanam chey-galanu.: It's not as bad now. I can still travel.

Paapam, sinna-thalli. Thanaku chandrudu-nakshatrala kinda nidrapodam alavatu. Aa bangla lo etta unnindo emo…: Poor baby. She's used to sleeping under the moon and stars. Who knows how she survived in that mansion...

Adi nizame…aa thella vaallaku evvaru lekunda, pacchi-cheekati lo pandukodam ishtam. Manaku chuttu-unde prapancham vinipisthe, kanipisthe nidra-osthundi: That's true...those white people love sleeping in pitch-black, with no one around. We can only sleep if we can hear and see the world around us.

Nenu anthe. Enni saarlu domalu kuttina, nenu baite pandukonevadini, chinnappudu. Ippud-antha alavatu ledu. Inni rojulu Malli kosam vethike panilo unna kada, lopala pandukodam alavatu cheskovals-occhindi: I'm the same way. No matter how many times mosquitos bit me, I'd sleep outside, when I was young. Now I'm not as used to that. I've been searching for Malli for so many days now, so I had to get used to sleeping inside.

Nuvvu Delhi ki vosthunnappudu, bhayam anipinchaleda? Ante, mee oori nunchi antha dooram prayanam chesi, aa thella vaalla tho pettukodam, neeku pramadam untund-ani emi anipinchaleda?: When you were coming to Delhi, did you not feel afraid? I mean, you were traveling so far from your village, so when you were getting into it with those white people, didn't you feel like there would be a lot of danger?

Naaku avemi gurthu raledu, Ram. Naa okka alochana: Malli-ni thirigi thana ammaki deggariki theesko-vellala. Anthe. Bhayam undedi, sandeham undedi. Kaani vaatikanna mukhyam, Malli kshemanga thana kutumbam tho undala. Mana badhyata-ni eppudu, mana alochanalu raninchakud-du. Ee prayanam naa kosam kaadu. Ee prayanam...ee pasi-bidda kosam.: None of that came to mind, Ram. My only thought: I have to bring Malli back to her mom. That's it. There was fear, there was doubt. But more important than those was Malli's safe return to her family. Our thoughts should never conquer our duty. This journey wasn't for me. This journey was for this little one.

Eppudu vocchau?: When did you return?

Ganta-sepu ayyindi.: It's been an hour.

Enduku lepaledu nannu? Koncham aina sahayam chese-vadini kada…: Why didn't you wake me up? I would have helped you at least a little bit...

Raathri-antha pandukoledu nuvvu. Visraanthi thees-kokapothe, evvariki paniki-ravu: You didn't sleep all night. If you don't rest, you'll be useless to everyone.

Meeru sahayam chesar-ayya. Anthe. Na Malli-ni intiki pilch-kochcharu. Naak-anthe mukhyam.: You helped us, sir. That's it. You brought my Malli back to me. That's all that matters to me.

Naaku anni thelus-anna. Bheem-anna ki cheppesey. Thanaku nuvvante ishtamu: I know everything, brother. Tell Bheem [about your feelings]. He likes you.

Bidda ku nuvvante saana ishtam. Nuvv-ikkade undalani ala cheppindi. Em-anukoke…: She really likes you. She said that so you'd stay here. Don't mind her... (In some rural areas, "chaala" is often pronounced as "saana" or "saala". I previously mentioned the Ch to S conversion, but the L to N is a different kind of dialect.)

Parvaledu. Chinna pillal-ki ilantivi sahajame.: That's fine. These things are common with little kids.

Sare inka…Baildertha, Bheem…: Well, I guess I should be heading out now, Bheem...

Ippuda…?: Now...?

Mimmalni ikkada dimpentha-varake naa bhadhyata…Nenu kuda naa ooriki vellal-kada, Bheem? Akkada erupatlu choosukunnaka malli vocchi mee oori vaallaku bhojanam pet-tha.: My duty was only to drop you guys off here...I also need to go back to my town, right, Bheem? I'll take care of preparations there adn then come here to cook for and feed your community.

Thappada…?: Is it unavoidable...?

Rendu vaaralu. Rendu vaaralu nannu nenu aapukonna, Bheem. Ippudu kuda vellakunda ikkade unte, naa vaallaku nenu inkeppudu kanipinchanu: Two weeks. Two weeks I've been holding myself back, Bheem. If I still don't go now, my people will never see me again.

Nenu kuda nee ooriki vosthe? Ikkada konni rojulu untava?: What if I come to your town too? Will you stay here a few days, then?

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Show, not tell (Rambheem one short)

a/n: canon compliant?

"and then she tried to..."

Ram had tuned out for most of Aktar's narration of his afternoon walk with Jenny. Not that he ever thought his friend was boring. Far from it. He couldn't count how many days he'd lost hours just listening to Aktar talk.

There was just something about the way Aktar's face lit up when he talked about that white woman that made Ram not want to listen.

So it took him a moment to notice that his friend's voice had drawled off. He turned with a raised brow, to see that the younger man's face was red and earnest.

"What do I do?"

Ram struggled to remember the last thing Aktar said. "Maybe you didn't understand her?" it was a safe guess.

Aktar clasped his hands frantically. "I did understand her! She..." He made a face, then re-arranged his face, cut his gaze from Ram, and puckered his lips quickly, then just as quickly smoothened his face back into a frown. "I ran away."

Ram felt his heart literally jump. He covered the sudden rush of... something... in his chest with a laugh that sounded fake in his ears.

Aktar frowned. "Don't laugh."

"I'm sorry," Ram said, between forced chuckles. "So what happened next?"

"I fell down. Then I got up quickly, told her I was needed at the shop and left."

This time, the laugh was a bit more real, probably out of relief.

Ram sat down, shoulders shaking.

"Stop laughing, anna," Aktar muttered. "I need your help."

"You've never been kissed before?" Ram managed, refusing to ask himself why the answer was important.

Aktar's eyes impossibly grew larger. "No. I've been too busy with... the shop to have time for that. My mama is supposed to arrange for a wife when I'm... ready."

Ram wondered what Aktar's mother thought of him going on walks with a white girl, but decided to keep that question for another time. As it was, he felt he was too involved in his friend's love life for his own sanity. Again, he refused to examine why that was.

"Well, how can I help?" Ram mused.

"You're so smart, tell me what to do."

"... tell you how to kiss?" Ram asked, dragging out the words slowly.

Aktar nodded, his eyes earnest.

An idea - a dark, dangerous one - was worming its way through Ram's head and he tried to push it away. He almost did, but it was replaced by the image of Aktar and Jenny in a passionate embrace.

He felt his hand tighten around his chair, looked slightly away from Aktar's trusting face. "I can't tell you how to kiss, my friend," he said in an easy tone that he was far from feeling. "It's not a thing you learn from words."

From the corner of his eye, he saw Aktar's face fall.

His fist tightened. "I'll have to show you."

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Imitation is the Sincerest Form of Flattery

So. I promised you a Dhruya fic. I… did not have time to write the Dhruya fic. I wrote this instead. Please accept it. 🙏🙏🙏.

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Bheem was sharpening his hunting knives as he listened to Sita and Jenny practicing their English on the other side of the hut. Bheem had bowed out after 30 minutes but Sita was still going strong. The women would occasionally break out into laughter that made Bheem smile.

 Sita had had a difficult time the last few months, even if she did her best to hide it behind a smiling face. It was good to hear the sound of her joy. It was the best kind of background noise.

And it was all peaceful, until Ram walked hurriedly into the place. He had a concerned look in his eyes that immediately had Bheem sitting up, alert.

“Ram? What happened?”

“I’m just,” Ram growled as he overturned his chest of clothes, digging through them. “I can’t find my lathi. Or my police uniform shirt. Or police cap.”

Bheem’s brows furrowed. “For the mission tomorrow? Did you check in-”

“Yes I already asked Loki. She said she kept all our clothes in our hut after she washed them.” Ram said as he stood up, crossing over to where Sita and Jenny were sitting. Both women moved far back to allow him his space.

“I don’t think you’ll find it among the pots and pans,” Bheem commented as Ram exhaled in frustration. “Maybe they got mixed up with the other supplies set aside for tomorrow?”

Ram stared at him. “Why would my clothes be mixed with the supplies?” “Because you are so focused on making your plans the only reason you don’t lose your head is because it’s attached to your neck. And you have Bheem.” Sita piped up, smirking.

Ram scoffed as he waved her away, making her giggle. “If you won’t help, then stay out of it.”

“Ah, don’t be like that Mama,” Sita said as she stood up, “Come, where all have you looked so far?”

Ram went to retort only to be interrupted.

“Freeze!”

Ram’s jaw dropped when he turned. 

Malli stood at the threshold, marching in with her head held high. She was wearing his uniform shirt over her dress, the garment reaching past her knees. His cap was falling over her eyes, prompting her to straighten it with one hand. In her other was his lathi.

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This Precious earth

My first RamBheem fic! Multi chaptered, though I haven't decided how many yet.

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Title: my lover’s the sunlight URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52921480 Author: Anonymous Rating: E Warnings: None Summary: They don’t do this often. It’s rare that they find themselves with the time for this, for Ram to take him like this, slowly and as many times as he can. My comments: Holy. Shit. i need gifs or something to fully express my feelings for this story, and even those wouldn’t entirely work. i just. have so many feelings. and a lot of them are pants-feelings. and also a lot a lot of heart-feelings. i don’t even want to say what my favorite parts are because i do not want to deprive you, gentle readers, of the overwhelming pleasure of discovering this story for yourself. so i will try to content myself with saying: this story is fuck-off hot and blazingly romantic and is so overwhelmingly amazing it’ll be an instant favorite. i cannot read this story enough. i have read it so many times already and i will continue to do so. it gets better with each re-read, because now that i’m not as desperate to see what happens next since i already know i read this fic soooo slooooooooooowly, savoring every single line. like it’s one of those. you read each line and then stop and imagine it in vivid fucking detail for a little while, and then you go and read the next line and imagine that one, repeat until you get to the end (and then go right back to the beginning) or until you pass out from heatstroke or heart palpitations; whichever comes first i guess. anyway. my point is. do yourself a favor and go read this. [If you read the fic, please comment! Comments don’t have to be essays; a keysmash or string of emojis is better than silence!] [Please remember to REBLOG this post!]

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Bheem - The Hunter

Ok Dhruya fics are coming…I can’t give you a timeline though.

So this is a long over due prompt fill for the lovely @fadedscarlets. Idk if you even remember the prompt you sent, but it was: “If you’re open to taking prompts maybe the one where rambheem are hunting in the forest, a tiger chases them n some version of Bheem’s intro happens. N ram is so fkn impressed(n turned on lol) at this. This is similar to the boar scene in your 5 kisses fic.  Coz he didn’t get to see how bheem entered Scott’s palace. Only after all hell broke loose. So i want ram to see this raw n animalistic side of bheem.”

I had to tweak it a little bit, and change the animal, but I hope the result is still decent? Let me know what you think!

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Bheem finished his stretches alone in his hut, enjoying the meditative silence as he rose back up.

A shadow fell on his doorway. “Bheema! The men are waiting for you!”

Bheem nodded at her. “Thank you Akka, I will be there in two minutes.”

He went to the water pot he kept in the corner, splashing some on his face. He adjusted his dhoti, his usual hunting dress underneath the cloth. Patting the kurta flat, he joined Loki at the doorway, collecting his paint and spear from her.

He saw his hunting party at the edge of the village. Peddaiyya was giving Lacchu something while Jangu and Lokesh spoke with Ram. As soon as Bheem stepped into their field of vision, Ram turned and met his eyes. A tingle of electricity ran down his spine as Ram stood taller, smile widening and eyes shining.

Bheem felt his heart thudding in his chest,and though he wouldn’t admit it aloud, the sun seemed to shine just a little brighter. Taking a deep breath, he returned the smile and walked towards them. He did not see the knowing smile Loki sent his way.

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Meeting you (rrr story)

Rambheemjennysitaxdaughters story

Jaan and Johari are both pre teens here(sorry if the age isn’t accurate to the storyline and canon) and have a wild adventure meeting the young versions of their dads who are like supermen in their eyes. They get to meet them at their most vulnerable and learn more of their journey to who they are now.

JoharixJaan meet young rambheem(1920s) 

Jaan’s point of view

A chill ran down my spine as I looked around my surroundings suspiciously, something was up and I’m not sure if it was a good thing. My eyes scanned the trees and terrain they shifted warily with the breeze and my anxiety increased. 

“Chinnakka(Lil sister)” a voice said from above and I looked to see Malli swinging her legs from her perch in the trees nestled safely. 

“Hey, Mal akkai(big sister)” I called out.

“Rupee for your thoughts?” she asked as I approached her tree. I took off my dress and was left in my corset top, pants and boots. 

I climbed up and sat beside her, giving her a smile in thanks for extending a hand to help me up.

“Now what’s plaguing my Jaan?” she asked pinching my cheeks.

I smiled at one of many childhood nicknames I was given.

Shrugging I replied.

“I felt a change and it feels familiar can you feel it too?” she looked around and nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, it feels like when anna is here. Every time he enters the forest it welcomes him back.” she explains.

“ That’s what scares me Baba is with mama in her and daddy’s village tending to the other freedom fighters and restocking supplies. So how could it be?” I lamented worrying my lip. 

Before she could reply two growls filled the air we looked down to see bheema and raja stalking a small figure with curly hair. A boy! He was taking measured steps back keeping direct eye contact. I quickly climbed down with Malli calling out.

“Bheema, raja no stop!” 

Before I reached the bottom the boy ran and a switch changed in them they started off after him giving chase.

“No!” I screamed and raced after them I swung through vines and ran like a bat out of hell calling after them Malli right at my feet. They met at a grove where he hid giving us time to jump on the panther and tiger’s back distracting them. They tried to wrestle us off gently whining and whimpering.

“No that’s not good, you scared the poor dear to death. No goat for dessert and I’m telling baba” I scolded them getting out their way along with Malli. When raja stubborn like his namesake tried to jump on me he got hit on the head with a rock. 

“Leave them alone” a small voice cried and there was the boy out of his hideout and staring defiantly at the two cats.

“Little one please it’s okay their my cats.” I said soothingly patting a glowering panther. I swear he’s really embodied daddy’s spirit and personality. 

“What’s your name, where are your parents?” Malli asked patting bheema who purred and preened at the affection. 

I assessed the boy he was dressed as a gond child and even reminded me of malli’s brother. His eyes are what got us. Wide and expressive just like mommy described all those years ago. With deep emotions and when I heard him say Bheem a chain reaction set off as I gasped. Raja and Bheema put two and two together. “Bheem” did too at their personality switch as the two big cats yipped and stirred in excitement. Geared up he bolted and they took off after him knocking us over. 

“Wait” I called after and ran after them again Malli rushed to catch up with us. I ignored my beating heart and sharp pain on my side as I crashed through the forest.

There’s no way but there he was now standing at the waterfall looking to jump. I rushed over a call of baba as he jumped. once raja and bheema lunged I did too, slipping and tumbling over the cliff after Bheem. Hitting my head in the process the last thing I heard was raja and bheema’s worried roars and malli screaming my name.

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His lover

RamXBheem

A/N: Sorry if it feels rushed by the end, i tried to flush it out but my brain isn't really working.

Summary: Ram takes a risk to go back to the city, Bheem can't help but wonder why.

Bheem frowned, following Ram on his heels, "aesi kya cheez h ann- Ram, jiske liye itna jokhim utha rahe ho?" (What is it ann- Ram? For which you're taking on so much risk?) Bheem had to remind himself to not call Ram anna anymore. Blush overtook him and for a moment his heart started dancing at the realisation. He wants me, were the words twirling in his mind, like a teenager with his first crush.

Ram didn't meet his eyes, and instead trailed the ground. "Meri kitaben saari kaise chor sakta hoon?" (How can I leave all my books?) He said, taking on a faster pace.

Bheem had to run to catch up to him. His eyebrows creased, couldn't Babai bring those books for him? His identity still hadn't been revealed and it seemed simple enough. But something in the close set of Ram's shoulders told him he wouldn't tell him the real reason anytime soon.

Coming back to the city was a massive risk, now that the cat was out of the bag and the whole police force was looking for them. It would take a few weeks for Scott's replacement to come, but even then coming back wasn't a particularly safe gamble.

"What if they have found your apartment? We will be caught immediately," Bheem called out to him in an attempt to make the other stop.

Ram didn't answer, only looked at him with a smirk, "to kya? Dobara bhaag jayenge," (So what? We'll just run away again) Bheem had to bite back the smile that crept on his face despite the agitation that wracked his body.

The sun was going down, and Delhi was washed in its best colors, like a mother welcoming back her children. The streets were empty, save for a few officers scattered throughout the whole city like insistent little bugs on a summer night. The British had imposed a curfew, and Ram and Bheem had to disguise themselves in Babai's clothes and look as not like themselves as they could.

Bheem rolled his shoulders for what seemed like the 10th time that day. The fabric wasn't broad enough to accommodate him, and he had to hunch down to not have it be ripped. He felt like an overgrown baby.

They carefully wove their way around, taking quite steps and talking in hushed tones. Eventually they came up on Ram's apartment, and checked three times before making their way in.

The desk now had a thick layer of dust on it. And the stack of books on the floor looked as unattended as ever. The canopy above the bed had a few spider webs clinging to it, and the table fan was still kept beside it, looking as lonely as a lifeless thing could.

They fell into a rhythm, Ram passing books to Bheem who in turn put them in a big bag. It would be suspicious to carry it outside in broad day light, so they'd have to wait until nightfall to leave.

Every passing second made him more and more anxious. Bheem could practically hear the voices of the police outside, and his heart raced everytime the footsteps got quicker.

What did Ram want so badly?

He didn't realise he'd been lost in thought until Ram tapped him on the shoulder. "All done." He said, and he leaned in closer to give him a small kiss. It was more celebratory than Bheem would have expected.

He raised an eyebrow at the man, who playfully smacked his shoulder.

"Aese kya dekh rahe ho?" (Why are you looking at me like that?) Ram asked, mirroring the grin on Bheem's face.

Bheem pulled him on to his lap and wrapped his legs around his waist. The floor was cold beneath them, contrasting the way Ram's cheeks heated up when he left a lingering kiss at the base of his throat.

He could feel his anxiety slip away the longer he held on to Ram. Almost convincing himself that in Ram's arms, sitting inside his home, no one could break their peace. The Gods knew they needed more of that.

They sat like that for a while, until curiosity got the best of Bheem.

"Bangaram? Pakka kitabon ke liye hi aaye hona?" (Bangaram, are you sure you came just for the books?)

Ram looked away and stared at the floor with a look on his face he couldn't identify. He leaned closer to Bheem and tightened his arms around him; humming against his chest.

Bheem's forehead creased, and he couldn't help but wonder what Ram was hiding from him.

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Ram woke up to the feeling of Bheem laying on top of him. One hand clinging to his waist and the other draped over his chest. Legs entangled and hair messy.

He couldn't help but blush, even after being together for a week he couldn't believe this was real. From how badly he'd wanted this, it still felt too good to be true.

Little to no light filtered in through the windows, which meant they could probably leave now. He ran a gentle hand over Bheem's sleeping face, he looked so cute like this, it almost ruined Ram.

He carefully unwrapped himself from his embrace and got up as quietly as he could. Having immediately met with the cool wind, now that he didn't have Bheem to cocoon him.

Finally, he could do what he'd came for.

Initially, he'd gotten so relieved to see it still in place, he couldn't stop himself from kissing Bheem.

He opened the cupboard, swatting away at the flies that came out. There, right beneath his stack of clothes, rested the raksha mala.

He quickly pulled it out and stuffed it in the bag, thankful that no harm had come to it.

His heart pounded at the sight of it and he trembled as he tied the bag close. It brought back so many feelings, Ram had to steady himself.

It still whispered so many things, Ram could barely decipher a single one. Bheem had been so selfless to him, seen the humanity in him when he himself couldn't. And what'd he done? Thrown that trust away and almost given him up.

Regret sneakily crawled it's way up his shaking hands. The memories came in flashes, but they were enough to remind him of the dried blood on the mala.

"Ram?" Came Bheem's voice from behind him, and he turned to see confusion written all over his face. The other man came closer and gently opened the bag, and Ram could do nothing but watch as Bheem's fingers worked out the knot.

"I'm sorry, I know I should've returned it to you. I just couldn't bear to keep it away from me. It was all I had left of you." Realisation dawned on the other, and he opened his mouth to stop him but Ram continued.

"When I came back home that night, after capturing you, I couldn't bear to look at it. Couldn't bear to remember what I did to you."

The memory was still so fresh, it stung as it came back.

"But it didn't matter that I had locked it away from me, because it's image still burnt my eyes everytime I blinked. As if it knew what I did to you, and it needed me to suffer through the memory my every waking and asleep second.

"And now, even after everything that has happened, I still can't bear to look at it. But for some reason I couldn't bear to give it away either." He took a gasping breath, searching the other's eyes like a lost kid. "Bheem, I really am sorry. For keeping the mala when it belonged to you. For doing what I did to you."

The tears finally dripped down his face, and he felt like this was the moment that'd ruin the fantasy of being with someone as good as Bheem. How could he even consider himself worthy enough for that? It was almost laughable.

Bheem had never hurt an innocent soul, and here Ram was, begging him to love him after ripping apart his heart.

Then Bheem hugged him, so tight he could barely breathe. Ram could hear him sniff, "Don't say that Ram, it belongs to you. It did the moment you wore it. And you had a reason to do what you did. Please don't beat yourself up over it, what matters is that it's done." He didn't miss the way his voice wavered at the end.

Bheem. His Bheem. The ever so forgiving one.

He knew in his heart that he'd never be able to make up for what he did. No victory could have brought the other back if Ram had gone through with his plan.

How dare he call himself his love?

Ram clutched on tighter to him, afraid he would slip away if he didn't. His tears soaked in to the fabric of the uniform, painting it in a darker shade. His mind felt like mush, and Ram didn't know why. He was usually good at controlling his emotions.

But here, after seeing the raksha mala for the first time in long painful months where he had nothing but memories of Bheem to keep him going; and being in his arms under the moonlight, it all broke something in him. The way the loud tides break the quiet of the night.

Time passed, and neither of them spoke a word. The only sound in the room being their sniffs and sobs. Bheem seemed to have realised words won't help. Besides, they were never the ones to need them anyway.

He lightly caressed his hair and hummed a tune to calm him down. Ram couldn't help but melt against the other, how did he always know just what he needed?

Slowly he realised the tears on his cheek weren't just his own. They were Bheem's too.

Ram pulled back and kissed him, soft and gentle, just as he was. He'd never tasted something as sweet as Bheem. And doubted if anything could even compare.

It was almost midnight, which meant it was time to leave.

They made their way out in the prime of the night, holding hands under the stars as the world stood still to watch them go.

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A/N: just some fluffy angst for you bitches, from what I can remember, we don't know what happened to the raksha mala after the interval sequence, so why not write about it?

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Title: The Wait Eternal URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51973516 Author: Anonymous Rating: G Warnings:  Summary: Ram and his babai go to the Pasha’s for dinner, and Akhtar has something he wants to talk to Ram about. My comments: Another au by the anonymous author who wrote Labyrinth.  This time, both Bheem/Akhtar and Ram’s cover stories are real.  Akhtar has known Ram for ten days and is ready to propose to him.  This is possibly the fluffiest RamBheem story I have ever read.   [If you read the fic, please comment! Comments don’t have to be essays; a keysmash or string of emojis is better than silence!]