#asks (thaly)

[blxdc]

Send me a ♫ and I will give you a song that reminds me of your character.

[commanderthalys]

Wilson reaches into the box and pulls something out. She carefully lays it on the ground.

It is a "Box with colorful pills. (The label says "Grow your own Dino Friend")"

Wilson: "How can you grow a Dino? Put it in Water,... huh weird." (@wilsons-journey)

Thalys grabs the box, curious on how it would be possible to take such a tiny pill and have it grow into a raptor. Eager to try it, she grabbed the box and ran off to find the nearest lake.

“They’re going to need some space once they grow! A cup will be too tight!”

She this to to herself as she gently took each pill and placed it in a small pond. She patiently waited for the promise of dinosaurs, eventually falling asleep on the edge of the pond. She woke up a few hours later, excited to see what exciting raptor breeds would greet her, only to find several small dinosaur shaped foam pieces floating in the pond. She gathered the sopping wet dinos up and headed back home, a bit disappointed that no real beasts came from the pills.

“I guess that does make more sense than a real dinosaur. These are still pretty cute though.”

[maybepolly]

yumimei. i beg

a ship I hadn't even considered before you appeared and showed me the light

there's something so wonderful about someone like franziska, who used to have no patience for so-called "foolishness", eventually loving someone like seb, who grew up convinced of their own brilliance and stupidity on equal measure. i need to learn more to properly map their dynamics in my head, but so far they sound delightful!!

[healingwords]

Today is a no thought, brain scrampled egg kind of day.

[froggyrights]

The only good thing about not having public transport in my part of the US is that I'll never fall asleep and wake up in another state. That would scare the shit out of me.

xD that's fair but honestly it's not that big of a worry! just everytime I now get on international trains I am WIDE AWAKE. but 99% of the time I just have to get on the regional ones so the worst that could happen is that it'll take me an extra hour or 2 to go home lol

[edxnian]

Okay, whew--all drafts are done! I do still have a few asks to get done, but that's some good progress. I'll probably be lurking.

[hxttrick-archived]

“ you. i’ll always and endlessly fight for you. “ - :eyes:

emotionally intense prompts.

Words couldn't express how delightful he was. Only meant for her and her alone, a charming smile stretches upon his lips. He takes necessary steps to approach her, callous hands extending to grab one of her's. He gingerly clasps her's in between them; his hazel browns pooled with tender affection. "And I for you, your highness," he replied. "As long as I don't lose you too soon..."

[hand-picked-star]

The 13th Anniversary Arshi Fiesta

Moodboard : Historical AU

Whispers of the Heart | Chapter 12

I am not very good at writing ffs. I even read ffs very selectively. But it was an attempt of me to participate in the 13th-anniversary arshi fiesta.

I might be wrong about certain aspects of that age and era, but it's a fantasy, so why not? I don't own Arnav and Khushi and the story is purely fictional and has no relation to any living or dead. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

WARNING : 18+, Without using any fancy word, this chapter is a 'Smut'.

As this chapter contains some mature/ Adult languages, I am not tagging the people I usually do as I am not sure about their preferences.

Chapter 12

The newlywed couple arrived at their destination. Arnav introduced Khushi to Hariprakash and his wife, Gauri, who were waiting at the gate. He had declined Anjali's offer to receive the bride and groom into the house for the first time, a tradition usually performed by elders. Anjali had her own responsibilities to fulfill with her in-laws, as it was the first wedding in her in-laws' family since her marriage. He didn't want to burden her with even more responsibilities.

At the entrance, Arnav stopped Khushi from entering the house. Surprise marred her beautiful face. She looked ethereal today, with his sindoor adorning her forehead, marking her as his forever.

"One minute," he rushed inside to instruct Gauri to bring some necessary things. He looked like a prince in his charcoal black sherwani. He shed his top layer, revealing the off-white kurta he wore underneath. Khushi's adoring eyes traced his movements. Then He reappeared before her with an aarti thali, surprising Khushi to her core.

"You don't believe in such things."

Arnav kissed the side of her forehead lightly. "But you do, and it's not every day Mrs. Raizada enters her house for the first time."

Overwhelmed with emotion, Khushi ducked her head as Arnav applied a tikka to her forehead. A single tear rolled down her left eye when she looked up.

"Am I not doing it right?"

"You are perfect", she uttered with a watery smile.

After all the rituals, the couple bid goodbye to Hariprakash and proceeded to their bedroom. Khushi's heart skipped a beat as she saw the bed and nearly stopped at the sound of the door locking. Her eyes scanned the room, trying to distract herself from not fainting on her first night with her husband. The room was bathed in a soft, flickering glow from the candles scattered throughout. Their warm light danced on the walls, casting gentle shadows and creating an intimate, almost magical atmosphere. As she took in her surroundings, she realized she liked the room. The dark oak furnitures had created such a soothing and harmonious atmosphere with the off-white bed sheets and curtains. The light green carpet added to the charm even more.

Her eyes fell on the mirror attached to the dressing table in front of her. She found a dark-haired girl with pink lips and rosy skin blinking back at her. The girl looked beautiful in her red Benarasi saree and her gold jewellery that sparkled in the light coming from the candles. Then, her gaze shifted to a tall, broad-shouldered man in a kurta standing behind her. They were beautiful, this couple in the mirror. They looked like they belonged together.

"Are you hungry?"

"Huh?", Turning around Khushi couldn't quite understand what he was asking. Hungry!!?? Hungry for what? She looked at his lips and her throat suddenly went dry. She licked her lips nervously.

"You haven't eaten much at the wedding. Tumhein kuch kha lena chahiye."

"No, I am alright. Mujhe bhook nahin hai.""

And just like that, she lost all her nerve. Her downcasted eyes caught sight of his feet approaching in her peripheral vision. As he took a step forward, she took one back until she bumped into the dressing table with nowhere else to go. His hands gently drew her closer, grabbing both sides of her waist. With her forehead and nose pressed to his, she closed her eyes and waited for the sweet pressure of his lips that she had been longing to feel again for more than two years. When that didn't happen, she slowly opened her eyes and found herself caged in the intense gaze of her husband.

"You are trembling like a leaf," he murmured against her lips. "It's just me, Khushi."

With his gentle, reassuring voice, all the tension and nervousness left her body, one vertebra at a time. She surrendered herself fully to the man who had peeled back the cover from her soul. It was only fitting that he would be the one to uncover her body.

Arnav gently took her face in his palm, angling her towards him and took her lips between his own, finally losing himself in her sweetness.

In any of her dreams, awake or asleep, his kiss had never felt like this. As often as she stretched the scene up, remembering what it felt like to have his lips moving with hers, memories could never be but shadow, slightly misshapen and without definition.

There were a hundred thousand nuances, both emotional and visceral. His lips were gentle yet commanding, his hands on her body tender yet possessive. His left hand touched her bare midriff sending electricity down her spine, while his other hand cradled her face, his thumb drawing circles in her cheek. Her head felt dizzy, her chest constricted from not breathing enough, but he was the only air she needed right now. If she could, she would tear her flesh and skin apart and crawl into him.

Alas! it was not logically possible. He broke the kiss giving them both time to catch their breath. The back of his kurta was twisted in her fingers as their bodies rose and fell together. He trailed small kisses along her chin, leading to the side of her neck, and ending in her collarbone. Her head instinctively fell back giving him more room. "I guess you already know what happens between a man and his wife, huh?" he murmured against her collarbone, his fingers nimbly undoing the clasp of her necklace.

"Huh?... Umm... The basics, I guess... Buaji talked to me but she didn't make much sense". His fingers were already after her earrings. As he took them off, he replaced each earring with a tender kiss.

"Buaji?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. His fingers crept down along her arm to hold her hand. He removed all the bangles one by one and then put a kiss on the underside of her wrist. He repeated the same on the other side as well. "I didn't know Buaji was that resourceful." His voice dropped an octave. He swiftly got rid of the dupatta and tikli that adorned her head. He kissed her forehead briefly. His nose traced a path down her own. "What did she tell you? "

Khushi couldn't think clearly with him so close to her. His fingers moved back to her bare waist and slowly travelled to her back. His fingers kept toying with the strings that held her blouse together, whereas Her fingers clutched his collar tightly. Her eyes roamed several times from his lips to his eyes, finally settling on his lips. She licked her own, drawing his attention to her mouth. In a barely there voice, she answered "She told me to let you do whatever you want...... said you would know what to do."

Khushi watched as one corner of his lips lifted, forming a smirk. "Oh, so much confidence in her Damad. Remind me to buy a nice gift for Buaji when we go back." He captured her lips again, circling her waist with his left arm while his right hand untied the strings on her back one by one. And then slowly his hand slipped under her blouse. Surprised, Khushi gasped, breaking their kiss and looking at him with wide eyes.

His thumb began to trace patterns leisurely, causing her skin to break into goosebumps, "Do you want me to stop?" When she shook her head, he murmured, " It would feel even better without the clothes "

Arnav gathered the pallu and the pleats of her saree and unwrapped his beautiful wife with utmost care. As Khushi looked up she found his eyes had darkened. The fire and desire burning in his gaze matched the heat that ran through her veins. Her creamy skin turned pink under his intense gaze. He gathered her up in his arms and carried her to the bed, still clad in her blouse and petticoat.

Embarrassed, Khushi covered her face with both hands drawing a chuckle from Arnav. He peppered the back of her hands with kisses. "Come on, biwi, don't hide from me." When she removed her hands and looked at him with shy eyes and pursed lips, he whispered, "Among these four walls, there's no secret, no shame and no judgment between us. Okay?"

Khushi bit her bottom lip, her eyes filled with shyness as she softly said, "But you are fully covered". Arnav smiled softly as he kissed her lips once again and sat up to remove the kurta in a fluid motion. Khushi's face warmed at the sight of his bare body, now fully on display, revealing what she had been admiring beneath his clothes until now. Arnav carefully positioned himself above her, taking her hand and softly kissing her palm before placing it on his chest, near his heart.

"Ab theek hain?"

Her answering smile was enough for him to start kissing her again, while his fingers went to her blouse, exposing her to him. His lip trailed down, showering her with kisses. Then, he put his lips on one of those places he wanted to, the one that's pink and perfect and seemed like it's pointing at him, causing Khushi to clutch his hair, pressing him to her even more.

Khushi let out a tiny whine when he left his previous spot and moved down further, feathering kisses along his path.

Toying with the strings of her petticoat, he looked at her flushed, beautiful face. "Tell me to stop and I will stop, okay?"

Khushi watched him raptly, as he untied her lower garment and slowly removed it from her body, sliding it down her legs. He lifted one of her ankles and kissed the skin over her payal. His kisses then moved up to her leg, over her knee and along her thigh. He stopped his ascend as he decided to try something he had heard in passing from the raunchy stories his friends used to babble about their encounters. He placed a finger on his target and pressed gently, causing Khushi to gasp and clasp his wrist in an iron hold.

"Shsss..relax". He paused for a moment, watching her reaction closely. With her eyes wide, lips slightly parted, and breathing quick and shallow, she was the most breathtaking creature Arnav had ever laid eyes on. Her blush slowly spread down her body under his dark gaze. His heart pounded in his chest as he moved his finger in slow, deliberate circles, feeling her body respond beneath his touch. With his other hand, he spread her legs wider. Then he lowered his head to explore further, causing Khushi to melt into the bed, her head falling back against the pillow as she clutched the bed sheet in both hands. Her soft moans filled the room.

If the noises she was making sounded ridiculous, Khushi was entirely unaware. If the way her body rose to meet him was embarrassing, Khushi was blissfully oblivious. There was not a single thought in her head. Her entire existence was given over to this feeling rising in her, this pleasure so absolute she was helpless to control it or do anything but let it build inside her.

The tips of her fingers and toes started to tingle. Her back arched as she covered her mouth to suppress her moans. Khushi blinked sporadically, trying to see past the spots in her vision. Her breath was ragged, her chest heaving. And finally, she met his eyes. His smile was small and pleased, the look in his eyes, unlike any expression she had ever seen him wear. This was her look, she realized. It was only hers. This combination of love, adoration, complete devotion and tenderness.

Her hand was trembling as she rested it against his cheek. He turned his head, kissing her palm as he hovered above her. Stroking her hair away from her face, he kissed her forehead lingeringly, holding her tight. He ducked his head, his nose tickling her neck as they just breathed together.

Then He lined up their bodies. She could feel him against her thigh. She didn't realise he had taken off the rest of his clothes. As much as fear of the unknown was there, but bigger part was her love for him. Her body called for his - eager, aching even. Part of her wanted to reach out and take him in her hand. Yet, she held back. However, curiosity got the better of her and she glanced down. She couldn't help but gasp, momentarily pondering how he would fit inside. Despite the uncertainty, her determination prevailed. She let her hands wander along his arms, then his shoulders and finally, she encircled her arms around his neck. She gently pulled his head down to hers as she widened her legs.

His heart gave a thud at the sight of her. She was exquisitely beautiful with her dark curls sprawled in his pillow and her small frame quivering in anticipation. He rained tiny kisses across her nose and cheeks as his elbows caged her head on both sides. He moved one of his hands to her bottom to raise her towards him. He murmured, "Thora dard hoga" and looked at her intently for any sign of discomfort as he pushed inside her for the first time.

It was painful indeed, and every ridge of him dragged along her fluttering walls as she struggled to take him. He filled her up with a slow push and a strained groan slipping past his lips which drown out her quiet whimpers.

Soon, khushi realized how incredible it was, the way she stretched to fit around. Yes, she felt the burn as he went deeper into her, a sharp pain, but it turned into a dull ache with time. She was more wrapped up in the way her body was made to accept his, like puzzle pieces. It was an idea as old as time and yet so new to her. She didn't realise she was crying, till he kissed her eyelids and wiped her tears with his thumb. And then that thumb kept caressing her cheeks as she recovered from the ache of him being inside her body for the first time. Khushi could feel him everywhere, inside her and around her; stretching her and filling her completely. And then his fingers whispered across her skin as if to ease away the inevitable pain.

He had been inside her head and her heart for so long, that it was only fitting for him to be inside her body as well.

"Look at me, Khushi" he whispered. "Open your eyes."

Khushi hadn't even realized she'd closed her eyes until she suddenly remembered why she had. It was almost too much when she looked into his eyes. Like this love they shared was too big to fit inside their human bodies. Like it would consume her whole. She was his, body, mind and soul.

Arnav stilled, letting her get accustomed to him. But the way her walls squeezed and clenched around him, it tested his resistance even more. Then unable to hold himself any longer, he rasped her name as he began to move, setting a gentle yet steady rhythm with deep strokes. He kissed her once, twice and then gathered her in his arm, repositioning them, when the nature of her whimpers and moans morphed into that of pleasure. He pushed her leg up to her chest and bit his lower lip for concentration as he went deeper and deeper. The tips of their noses bumped together with his every move.

She cupped his face and a thrill went down her spine when she felt the way his jaw tensed as her hip rose on their own accord to meet his. She felt the scratch of his stubble against her palms as acutely as she felt him move inside her. His gaze entrapped her into a hypnotic trance. His scent, his taste, his touch, his voice everything drew her in. The sounds that surrounded them—the flickering of the candles mingling with their heavy breathing and the rustling of their bodies, complemented by the tinkling of her payals—were nothing short of an orchestra.

They shared their breaths as they shared their bodies. Khushi felt a nameless yet familiar fiery sensation creep along her spine, igniting every nerve ending in her body into flames. The fire consumed her senses and reduced everything within her to ashes, except for him. She felt her toes curled as she clung to him, burying her face in his neck and digging her fingers into his sweat-drenched shoulders, gripping hard enough to draw blood as her body began to quiver.

Arnav caught her hands and intertwined his fingers with hers as he lifted them above her head, one by one. He lowered his head to capture her whimpering lips in a searing kiss. And then with intertwined fingers, intertwined limbs, intertwined mind and intertwined soul, he claimed her over and over again and marked her as his forever, just as she did to him.

As they came floating down from their shared sensation, Arnav gathered her in his arms. Completely caught up in the feel of him and the emotion of the moment, Khushi was beyond words. As Khushi gazed at him, she realized that she had gotten her sindoor all over him—on the side of his neck, his jaw, his forehead. She turned crimson red, thinking about the cause of it as she hid her face in his chest. With his heart beating beneath her ear, an unfamiliar feeling surged through her and consumed her so much that she couldn't help but voice it.

"How many girls have you been with?"

"What?" Arnav chuckled, caught off guard by the question, especially in a moment like that. He raised his head to look at her clearly. Her face was completely bare except for her red bindi. This one wasn't her usual detachable kind and was likely made of kumkum, he guessed, which had been slightly smeared during their activities. Gently, he raised his free hand to clear away the smudged edge with the corner of his thumb and whispered, "It's a rather unusual question to ask your husband, Mrs. Raizada, especially just after..." His voice carried a hint of amusement.

"Just tell me." He slightly arranged themselves so that he could see her face. "One of them is Lavanya Kashyap, right?"

"How do you know this name?"

"I have my resources. Just tell me," she whispered.

"No, Lavanya Kashyap is not one of them. It's hardly even a 'them'..... there was just this one girl..... what's happening, Khushi?"

Khushi moved close to him and looked at him with her big, mesmerizing eyes. They watered slightly as her voice became heavy, "From now on, you are mine, Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada, do you understand?" His eyes bore into her as love and adoration seeped into his orbs. She tried to swallow around the tightness in her throat and murmured, "I want to erase every thought of every girl who's ever crossed your mind, except for me."

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@featheredclover @arshifiesta @phuljari

[handweavers]

will never forget when i was in iceland and found the only pakistani restaurant in reykjavik and i walked in and the owner looked directly at me and asked me if i'm punjabi (in punjabi) and i said "yes" and he said "me too. don't worry brother i'll make it right for you" and i ordered a thali and literally watched him turn around toward the stove, take a heaping tablespoon of chili powder and drop it in a pot of curry for me. and he was right, it was the perfect amount of chili

[blxdc]

My brain is scrampled eggs today--

[commanderthalys]

🍜☕food for Thalys c:

Ahhh thank you for the ask <333

🍜 - what kind of flavors do they prefer? strong or mild? spicy or not?

Thalys loves bold flavors that are so full of seasonings and spice. She really likes savory and salty stuff so spicy grilled meats are her favorites.

☕ - do they prefer hot drinks or cold drinks?

Cold drinks!! Especially juices with ice (lemonade is a personal favorite of hers).

[starlost-andfound]

skz x desi reader headcanons

A.N: highly unedited, it's just me yapping - also! if you have anything you want to add on, pls share! let's all be delulu together hehe

tagging: @ihrtlino (i'm sorry it took so long for me to write this :') <3)

Chan

Your parents would absolutely LOVE him, and would probably invite him to come over for Diwali - bonus: Chan in a kurta - actually, scratch that - any of the members in a kurta.

Would insist he can handle the spice of your mom’s curries but the extremely red tint on his ears and face says otherwise. He absolutely inhales the lassi. 

Would call you a name of endearment in your mother tongue - THERE WAS AN AUTHOR HERE AND I WILL TAG THEM @beebee18 PLS GO READ THIS FIC BECAUSE IT’S THIS VERY ONE THAT CAUSED MY WHOLE SKZ X DESI READER BRAIN ROT - to have Chan call you meri jaan UGH

Would try and learn your language and would probably grasp common phrases like “I’m hungry” or “I love you”. I can see him sneaking up on you when you’re out and about the house, sneaking up behind you and pressing a kiss to your shoulder “bukh lagi hain” (i’m hungry)

Would ask you to marry him in your mother tongue.

Would cry at your wedding when you’re doing the rounds around the fire and saying your vows.

Minho

Would learn bollywood style dancing like bollywood hip hop or something similar to impress you.

Lee Know singing a Bollywood ballad. That’s it. That’s the thought,

Lee Know is really good at learning languages and I feel like he would learn your mother tongue to speak with you or your family. You’re waiting for your mother to open the door when you take him to meet your parents, and you’re assuring him you’ll translate everything they say. Then, when the door opens he immediately greets your mother fluently. 

Would cook your favourite traditional dish when you’re feeling homesick. He would text your mom, asking for the recipe before putting together the craziest thali (a/n: I’ve been writing about food so much I’m craving all of this now).

Tries to decorate the house for Diwali but doesn’t quite get how to do the rangoli so he calls Hyunjin for help. Hyunjin walks into your house to see Lee Know with multi-colored rangoli powder smudged onto his face and all over his hands. You come back to the house to find Lee Know chasing Hyunjin with a handful of tissues

Puts coconut oil in your hair and braids it for you. Doesn’t even say anything about it. One day you’re just doing it and he pops into the bathroom, takes the oil from your hands and does it. Massages it into your scalp and braids your hair. Then he just washes his hands and leaves. He does it for you every time now. Gets mad the one time when you decide to do it on your own and he does that angry little sigh. Doesn’t speak to you until you cuddle him and promise you’ll let him do it from now on.

Changbin 

You can not convince me this man would not listen to rap music in your mother tongue. Would probably have a favourite rapper. I feel like generally speaking he would be very interested in Bollywood music as a genre and style of music. He would be inspired to maybe include some of those elements like the instrument style etc in his own music.

Would have your contact name saved as a name of endearment in your mother tongue.

Would dance with you at weddings or events.

Would secretly take classes in your mother tongue so he could speak with you. You’d find out one day when you come back home and he’s reciting a speech about how much he loves you.

You introduce him to biryani for the first time and it’s officially his favourite thing. Catch him eating biryani in the dressing rooms in SKZ-Talker

Hyunjin

Would learn how to do mehendi just so he could do yours. I can see him making really beautiful designs of flowers in great detail.

If you know any kind of classical bollywood dances I feel like he would really want to learn the basics so he could dance with you.Bonus: When you get your mehendi done for your wedding, he would probably tear up when he finds his initials in the designs.

Would love watching the romantic bollywood movies - would probably cry WATERFALLS and deny it - but later he posts a painting of a scene from the movie on his instagram. Would slow dance to the romantic songs with you.

Would paint or photograph you in traditional clothing

Would buy you pretty jhumkas and bangles at the market. You find out later that they absolutely ripped him off his money for those bangles but it’s okay because he loves you. That man would be so in love with you he probably build a whole palace in your name. 

Han 

Would learn an Arjit Singh song for you on the guitar (a/n: just had a thought about this - is arjit singh like the hozier of bollywood??). Would send full covers to you first, before posting a small snippet of it onto Instagram. He might upload a voice message of him singing it on Bubble for Stays but you know it’s all for you.

Would watch bollywood shows and movies with you - probably (definitely) bawls his eyes out when you watch Kuch Kuch Hota Hai or KKKG.

Gets heavily invested in any kind of Bollywood tea, his jaw drops and gasps out loud when his favorite celebrity couple breaks up “they broke up?!”

Randomly blurts out dialogues from famous desi movies

Felix 

Judging by the amount of chicken this man eats on mukbang lives (r.i.p bbokari’s cousins), he would LOVE butter chicken and naan. You can’t convince me otherwise because I know I’m right.

Would learn how to bake a traditional sweet and surprise you with it / nearly burns down the kitchen in the process and decides to just order a box of your favourite sweets. I get the feeling Felix would absolutely LOVE Indian sweets like gulab jamun or jalebi or ladoo. 

Would 100000% learn your mother tongue.

Would want to do his mehendi with you too - matching designs!!!

Holi! I can see Felix as someone who would really enjoy Holi. He would probably get really sneaky with it and innocently approach you before projectile launching a handful of a mix of colours at you (but that’s only payback because you did the same earlier).

Would surprise you with a trip to your home country when you’re feeling a little homesick.

Seungmin 

This man would absolutely learn a ballad or a romantic song for you, would probably learn many just to sing to you - he would most definitely not tell you he’s learning any of these songs until one karaoke night he just pulls out the mic and starts belting it out.

Would pretend to act uninterested when you start watching a desi show or movie (does the uninterested dad pose standing in the living room with his hands on his hips before gradually moving to sit down) but then he ends up being the one to start crying or to start yelling at the television screen. Gets upset when you keep getting advertisement breaks on the screen, is absolutely torn apart when he realises he needs to wait a whole week to find out what happens.

Would learn how to say i love you in your language. I feel like Seungmin is quite soft spoken in the way he expresses love, but he does it strongly. You’d be sitting on the couch together watching a Bollywood series and one of the character’s confesses to the other and he turns to you to do the same.

When you don’t mention important dates of celebrations and festivals, he surprises you by bringing it up first. Probably surprises you with a box of sweets. “What are these for?” “It’s Diwali today isn’t it?!”

Jeongin 

I feel like, as someone who sings Trot, Jeongin would really love singing classic Bollywood songs.

Would also get very invested in the shows and movies you watch. This man would not move a muscle from start to finish. Imagine if he watched Bahubali back when it released and at the end of the first movie he’s dying to know what happens and you have to break it to him that he's going to have to wait years until the next movie comes out.

I feel like he’d be really into the Bollywood action/superhero movies like he would really enjoy the Dhoom movie series or Don or Krrish. You’d catch him humming one of the songs from the movies or imitating SRK’s iconic lines from the movie. 

He would really love your traditional food and would go out of his way to find authentic restaurants making this food to take you out on a date there - and then you’d have to talk him through the whole menu and what each dish has.

[moritashie]

"Will you go with me?" 900 words

huge thank you to @shootothrill and Thali from DC for their help <33

Tony Stark, Iron Man, is in his kitchen again. He has been coming over every day without fail for the past two weeks and has told Peter why, but excuse him for questioning the intentions of the gazillionaire suddenly being all buddy buddy with him.

It is especially strange, as before that, the only four interactions he remembers were of them fighting about Spider-Man. It must've been about this amazing superhero Spider-Man. Peter is pretty sure that Tony doesn’t know that he knows about those arguments. He doesn't understand why exactly the man is acting all friendly, so positive, so fake that it annoys him.

A lot of things began to annoy him recently. The way Ned is suddenly interested in watching sports, the way May constantly sends him random articles from the past two years and the way everyone seems to have already moved on from his uncle's death.

A knock on the door throws him away from his train of thought. 

“Can I come in?” Tony asks from the other side of the door.

“Go ahead.” 

Peter clicks off his pen and lays it next to the notes. The knob turns and Mr. Stark's beelines to Peter's desk. 

“A little birdie told me you still haven't left the house.”

“Didn't wanna.”

“Well, maybe you'll wanna when I tell you about the Expo~”

Correction. Five interactions. Four negative, one positive. 

‘Nice work, kid’. 

And only one that actually feels his. 

“I won’t.” Peter cuts him off.

“Oh, turn that frown upside down, underoos. Will you go with me? Pretty please? Please with a cherry on top?” He lies on top of Peter’s desk, beaming like a child.

“I don’t feel like leaving the house, Tony.” 

“Mm, But I need my crazy–smart intern with me.”

Peter squeezes the pencil in his hand and feels it break inwards.

“I’ve never even worked with you.”

Tony makes an expression pretending to be oh-so petrified, and asks in an artificially low, quiet tone. “Then whose name is in the credits?”

Peter is on the verge of blowing up at the man. Some things start to boil real quick somewhere deep down in Peter’s chest. 

“I’ve told you.” He tries to stay calm. He swears he does. “That I’m not your intern. I don’t remember any of that, It's like it didn’t happen for me, I CAN’T DO ANY OF THE STUFF I DID WHEN I–” Tears well up in Peter’s eyes. He feels a sudden urge to throw his notebook across the room full force when his torso is squeezed tight by Tony. 

For the next few minutes his chest rises and falls, his heart rate slowly decreases and the sobs quiet down bit by bit, as Tony gently strokes his hair.

“I just don’t get you.” 

Tony hums and pulls Peter into a tighter hug. “When you first woke up after the accident, you were absolutely delirious. Going in circles, asking the same three questions every five minutes, you briefly recognized May on a good hour. I was so scared I would lose you, and I couldn’t even do anything to prevent it. And then you got better, and now I can do something to… Still have you by my side. Not just physically.” 

Peter says nothing, but he ducks away from Tony’s arms and raises his head to look at Tony, who seems out of his depth, moments from having a meltdown himself.

“Cho said that since you don’t seem to be recovering your memories, chances are that the past two years are go– aren’t coming back. We can’t wait until it all goes away, neither me nor May want you to stay cooped up in the apartment because of this. So please, let’s go out together. It doesn’t have to be the Expo, we can go to some restaurant or, hell, even an art museum. Baby steps.”

“...I did remember some things.” He mutters.

“What?” Tony asks in a soft voice that leaves Peter unsure whether he didn't hear the question or if he just wants Peter to clarify.

“It’s not much just- I can count all my memories with you on one hand but– you were always annoyed in those, or mad at me, like when we were on some ship? How am I supposed to trust that we’re close and you don’t just want to- I don’t even know… And if we were, I don’t feel like the person you are talking about.” 

The man’s eyes are glossy, and Peter wants the floor to swallow him whole. 

“I am so sorry Pete. I don’t know how to–  I can only promise you, I care about you. More than I thought I would care about anyone. I want you to go back to being happy and healthy, and learn to live with everything. And you are still you, memories or not. I see it every time I come over.”

He takes a deep breath as he carefully assembles the next sentences.

“I’ve researched support groups for people with amnesia, you're not the only one feeling this way. One is here, in Queens, could you at least consider trying? Once?” Peter hides his face in his knees, and Tony’s already bracing himself for refusal when the teen quietly mumbles.

“Will you go with me?”

Tony smiles. “I would love to.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Maa."

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

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

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

Maa tilts her head sharply and—

Amar freezes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bhairav cares.

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

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

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

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

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

"Shall we enter your room, daughter?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yet.

Yet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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An Oath of Feelings - Final part

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Arulmozhi made his way through the long corridor. He swore he saw Vanathi just a minute ago , her jasmine-decorated long hair fluttering in the soft breeze, her voice echoing as she laughed at a joke of one of her Sakhis. Goodness! when did he became attuned to her so much? Now he understood what his Anna was saying about love- it was sweeter than honey, addicting than any intoxicant in the world and it strengthens one's resolve, not weaken it. He thought of all this while he stood in the empty corridor, wondering how his Anna was able to survive all those years not able to see Nandini when he himself was feeling morose after not seeing the stealer of his heart for a day. Maybe he should talk with Vanthiyathevan? No, he dismissed that line of thought immediately. There was no limit to how much Kundavai teased him after the incident the other night about his brave-but-utterly reckless attempt at window jumping. And how dare Vanthiyathevan join in when he was the one who suggested the idea in the first place? No, he isn't going anywhere near those two. He will prove his love on his own. Thus deciding, he retraced his steps back to his chambers.

Once his footsteps started to fade away, Vanathi came out of her hiding place behind the pillar and gazed at the retreating figure. Maybe she was taking this a bit far? Should she talk to him? But what result would that give? He may say something sweet and she will fall for it and then he would go back to ignoring her again. What she wished, what she craved was for him to show his feelings for her, feelings that her Akka claim exists. Many a time she has seen Vanthiyathevan kissing the back of Kundavai's hand or whispering in her ear or simply gazing at her when she was preoccupied by some other task. He was indifferent to the fact that they were other people watching or making remarks about them. How many times has she imagined her Yaanai pagan gazing at her so, of him whispering sweet nothings in her ear or him standing close to her in public so that everyone will know they belong to and with each other. She wondered if all these fantasies will come true or remain the same. Her train of thoughts was broken by one of her Sakhis.

"Vanathi, why didn't you tell us you were playing hide-and-seek with Ponniyin Selvan?" her sakhi taunted her.

"Oh be quiet!" Vanathi whispered in annoyance before walking off.

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Vanathi has never really been jealous of her Kundavai Akka, in fact she greatly admired her Uyir Thozi's intelligence and courage. But at this moment, when she was sitting with her in her chamber, preparing for the evening aarti, she realised she was envious of Kundavai - not of her reasoning and understanding but of her success at a fruitful relationship. Ever since they had been acquainted with a certain Vana clan prince, she had seen a budding affection forming between the two. She didn't exactly knew when it became solidified but once she heard him call her Akka an 'Apsaras' and saw Kundavai's face turn as red as kumkum and she knew - this was not a mere flirting. She heard a genuineness in his voice, the same genuineness she heard when he earlier declared " Uyir ungalodayathu Devi". She thought of all this when she kept glancing at Kundavai, who was humming while arranging the Pooja thali. Just then a servant came in " Ilaiya Piratti, Vallavaraiyan Vanthiyathevan is seeking permission to enter" .

"Let him in " Kundavai said excitedly

"Speak of the devil and the devil is here" mused Vanathi. She was quite fond of the Vana Kula Prince and already considered him as a brother but she was still disappointed that he didn't attempt to give some good advice to Ponniyin Selvan despite their close friendship.

Vanthiyathevan came in " How are you this evening, ladies?" He asked . His sense of formality was often times confusing. In public, he resorted to formal titles such as 'Ilaiya Piratti' and 'Kodumbalur Ilavarasi ' but in private he called her as 'Devi' or even 'Maya Kannan' while he reserved the sweetest of nicknames for his lady love.

"Vanthiyar, do you have any news for us?" Kundavai asked

"Devi, things are as you know. Sendhan Amudhan will reach Thanjai in 2 days time" Vanthiyathevan replied

Vanathi was confused. What? Sendhan Amudhan is coming? But why? Suddenly she remembered Arulmozhi's oath of bestowing the crown. Surely he didn't say it seriously? Surely he only said it to spite her?

"And Samudrakumari will also be joining him. They decided to have the wedding ceremony the day after they arrive. So much preparations yet to be made" Vanathi heard Vanthiyathevan continuing his narration and Kundavai nodding along. Marriage? What marriage? She realised she said this thought aloud as both faces turned towards her.

" Yes, Maya Kanna. Perhaps you missed out on the news. Ilavarase wasn't joking when he said he wished to hand over the crown to Sendhan Amudhan. He presented the matter with the emperor and he too agreed that this was a rightful decision"

"And what about Samudrakumari?"

"Ah that. Amudhan has always loved Poonguzhali and although she was reluctant at first, as she doubted the genuineness of his feelings she later returned his feelings and has now accepted his hand in marriage. I am not bragging but I may have had a hand in uniting the couple." Vanthiyathevan said with a smirk and earned a pinch in the arm from Kundavai for 'going off topic'.

Vanathi was already in her world of overthinking. So, Ponniyin Selvan wasn't in love with Poonguzhali? Then why did he admit having that conversation with Kundavai Akka? Was there any existent feelings for her in his mind as Kundavai Akka claimed? Now she decided she have to talk to him. At least before she leaves for Kodumbalur. With these thoughts in mind, she stood up.

"Kanne, where are you going?" Kundavai asked

"Akka, I'm just going to meet someone. I'll be right back" Vanathi hoped she was being discreet enough but Kundavai managed to see through it.

"No, you can meet anyone you want after the pooja. Now go, time is ticking "

"Yes Akka" Vanthiyathevan and Kundavai watched a disheartened Vanathi leaving the chamber.

"Ennavale, as much as I like your idea I'm afraid it is lacking action" Vanthiyathevan turned to his lover with a mischievous smile.

"I know my plan doesn't involve tree-climbing or window-jumping like you'd wish but it is effective. It's exactly like you said - they want to come closer. We are just giving them the necessary push" Kundavai said calmly.

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Vanathi was hyper-focused on her aarti plate as she, along with Kundavai's other companions, made their way back from the temple. All through the Pooja, she prayed for happiness for all and a ray of clarity on her otherwise chaotic life. She was wondering when she would get the answers to all her questions (even Kundavai Akka was not with her, making some excuse after the Pooja that she didn't even pay attention to) .

"Vanathi, are you done playing hide and seek with Ponniyin Selvan?" One of Kundavai's companion started her teasing.

"Aren't you leaving for Kodumbalur anyway? Don't worry , I don't think Ponniyin Selvan would come to find you since all of us would be here to take care of him" another companion chimed in

They had reached the gardens when Vanathi decided to retaliate.

" What is all this talk? Keep your Ponniyin Selvan with you. He wasn't mine in the first place" She said, with her back to them, determined not to show them the sadness in her face.

"I beg to differ Devi"

All of them turned towards the source of the voice and found the object of their conversation standing in front of them.

"You are exceptionally good at hiding Ilavarasi" Arulmozhi said with a triumphant smile, " But now, since I have found you may I have a word with you"

He led her a safe distance away, so that her companions can only watch them and not eavesdrop on them.

" Akka told me I can find you here"

"I wanted to talk to you, Ponniyin Selvare about Poonguzhali..."

He sighed and said " I don't blame you for misunderstanding Vanathi. It is true that once I had a conversation with Akka about my then feelings for Poonguzhali but then I also asked you whether you would believe me if I said my feelings have changed over the months... Because that is what happened"

"What do you mean?"

"I was always under the impression that what you sought after was the throne and Poonguzhali always thought Amudhan's feelings will fade away someday. Then, Vanthiyathevan once asked if we have ever got to know you both as a person and to that we were answerless. So we decided to get to know you both better before making a final decision, just so we wouldn't feel guilty afterwards. Little did we knew fate had other plans"

Vanathi stared at him wondering about the direction of his narration. " In the few months that I got to know you I learned to appreciate your presence and adore your personality which made me confused because I was unfamiliar to this sensation"

"what sensation, Aiyya?"

"I understood you were insecure of the prospective marriage to me, and I wanted to erase that insecurity. I couldn't understand that feeling so I stayed in denial for weeks"

He looked at her then "I met with Poonguzhali again and she admitted she also started to develop an affection for Amudhan's sincerity. We still cared and respected each other but the feelings we began to develop for you two felt..stronger. Finally it was Vanthiyathevan who advised us to follow our heart and that's what we did"

"So you like me?" Vanathi asked. She was hoping this wouldn't be any of her usual dream. Her Yaanai Pagan was actually declaring what she wanted to hear all this time. "Better than that" Arulmozhi said, gazing lovingly at her " Nan unnai katalikkiren"

Saying this, he reached out and touched her hand. The sudden movement caused Vanathi to lose balance and the aarti plate to tumble down.

"Oh Lord, she has dropped the aarti plate. How inauspicious!" One of the onlookers commented.

"No, look closely I think the wick is still burning, so it's not inauspicious " another replied.

Vanathi felt Arulmozhi's hand circle her waist and pull her close to his chest. She gasped and put both her arms round his neck.

"Don't faint on me again Vanathi" He said almost breathlessly, "You made me so worried the last time"

"Ponniyin Selvare, what are you doing? Everyone is watching" Vanathi said, blushing but making no attempt in getting out his hold.

" Let them watch" Arulmozhi said with a grin, quickly glancing at the group of girls standing at a distance away, looking awe-struck.

"If you still wish to go to Kodumbalur, then let me come with you. Not as Ilavarase Arulmozhi Varman but as your varunkala kanavan. I respect your oath and proud of your determination" he continued and smiled wholeheartedly when Vanathi nodded. " I finally understood what Vanthiyathevan said . Sometimes love can be shown better through actions"

"What do you mean?" Vanathi cocked her head to the side and looked at him with confusion.

Arulmozhi simply gave her a smirk and tightened his arms around her, lifting her up and twirling her. Her squealing mixed with his laughter and the loud gasps from the onlookers. Well,not all onlookers. Kundavai and Vanthiyathevan watched the happy couple from the balcony.

"Who knew my Thambi was such a romantic?" Kundavai remarked with a short laugh

" Why Devi? Do you me to twirl you like that? " Vanthiyathevan asked with a wide grin and Kundavai smacked him in the arm.

"Noo" She said playfully "maybe another time?" She smiled sheepishly when Vanthiyathevan raised his eyebrows.

The End

A/N: Me dropping a long af fic once in a while. You can clearly see how much I was influenced by the Veera Raja Veera full video song...come, let's rant in the comment section

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Secret lovers

Morpheus x Godess!Reader

Words: about 0.7k words 

Warnings: None, just fluffy 

Author’s note: Hi love! I finally wrote again after two months and it felt so good, but before I could not write because I was totally full with school and than I had a terrible flu. I wrote it as the reader is Hecate, because I love her and her power. 

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You can't help but smile as you see the small gift your lover has left on your throne. You take it in your hands and read the title of the book that was just left for you, as you realize that a note is hidden inside. I take it carefully and see that it is nothing but Dream's handwriting, and I can't help but smile even more like a silly little girl in love with her first crush. I read the note carefully.

"To my beloved, who has bewitched me since our first meeting with her cursed eyes, casting a spell on me from which I cannot and will not break free. I miss you, please meet me in our place when night falls. I love you.

Forever yours, your humble servant."

I clutch the letter to my chest before hiding it, hearing the throne room door open and the faithful guard speak to me.

"My Lady Hecate, the librarian of the Kingdom of Dreams requests an audience with you, to discuss a book." She says bowing, I nod hastily and wave her in.

Lucienne enters smiling as my guard leaves us alone in the room.

"Hecate, lady of magic and of all witches, it is a pleasure to see you again." She says, continuing to maintain the facade we are obliged to keep. Sogno and I have been lovers for centuries now, but because of bad relations with her family, she is afraid that if they knew that about our relationship, something might happen to me.

I run to hug her, and she merely reciprocates that gesture of affection.

"I have missed you my friend." I say while still holding her in my death grip.

"You too my dear." She replies.

"Why are you here? I just saw Sogno's message. Something didn't happen, did it?" I ask anxiously as I look into her eyes.

"No, don't worry, nothing happened. My king, however, was dying of anxiety in not knowing whether I had received his message and whether I had come this evening, so he asked me to accompany you." She says as she looks up at the sky, smiling, only to darken for a moment. "You know lately Desire has been causing him a lot of trouble, and he's just afraid for you. Every second I see him not busy with the realm, I see him pining in terror of losing you,, he's afraid it will happen as with-"

"With Calliope and Orpheus." I finish for her with the same veil of sadness. "I understand, I've been very worried lately, too. I haven't heard from her in a while."

She smiles and nods at me, before reaching out her arm to embed it in mine.

"Then I'd say it's time to go to him and end everyone's worry." I smile and nod as we leave the room and make up yet another 'excuse to get away from my lover.

The only people who know about the history between me and the dream lord are my trusted advisor Thali and Lucienne, and I can't help but be glad about that because they are two of the people I trust the most.

In a few easy steps I find myself in our favorite hangout, a beautiful flowering forest with a bench on which we often sit and chat or just quietly enjoy each other's presence.

As soon as I see his messy hair and long black coat I start running toward him, wrapping my arms tightly around my chest, while my heart can't stop beating wildly. He does the same, putting his head in the crook of my neck, breathing in my scent.

"God, how I have missed you my love." He says, and finally in that moment, in hearing his voice, I can say I feel at home again.