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Can you do a Evan Peters x Tamil reader and do a Tamil wedding imagine ? PLEASE

Note: I have to apologize profusely for this being so short. I had no idea it was that short but I feel like it’s still very sweet. I know that you wanted a full Tamil wedding imagine but I’m not familiar with Tamil weddings and the research I tried to do just wasn’t giving me what I specifically needed, so I hope that it’s ok that I just took it from a first look stand point. Which again, I’m not sure if that’s a tradition in the Tamil culture but I used as a tradition from Evan’s non Tamil culture background, if that makes any sense.

Anyway, thank you so much for this request, I enjoyed writing it. It was fun. Also, thank you so much for your patience. 

Please let me know if you’d like another part to this and I will happily do that for you. Also, this unedited but please enjoy this little blurb.

P.S: Please ignore the giant J and H in the wedding invite on the mood board. I can’t change it at the moment.

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Moving out to L.A was a dream come true for y/n. For as long as she could remember, she had wanted to become a costume designer and while it made her happy, her family felt otherwise. They wanted the best for her of course but they wanted her to pursue a career in medicine and meet a handsome rich doctor. They were aware that their expectations sounded stereotypical and cliché but it’s how they were raised.

Y/n had been in L.A for two months when she got a job on a movie. She was beyond excited for this because it meant that her talents were finally being recognized.

While working on the movie, y/n met her now fiancée, Evan. Evan was the lead actor on this project and was super sweet, funny and always knew how to make y/n smile. The pair were perfectly matched in the eyes of their colleagues.

There was just one issue though, y/n’s parents.

Don’t get them wrong, they were happy that their daughter was happy and had found a man that treated her better than ever but knowing that Evan was not a part of their culture, it made it a little difficult, especially when it came to planning the wedding. Y/n’s parents had given their blessing to the couple but only if they agreed to having a Tamil wedding.

This leads u to now, the day of the wedding. Y/n stood in her suit looking at herself in the mirror. Her pink and gold Saree hugged her in all the right places and her hair hung in soft curls, angelically framing her face. She felt untouchable and strong. It made her smile brightly. Her time had finally come, and she knew that Evan was going to flip when he saw her.

One thing Evan and y/n wanted to keep for themselves was the first look. Normally it was something that y/n’s culture would be against, but y/n knew that she and Evan had to have something traditional for him to look forward to and if she was being honest, y/n was chomping at the bit to show Evan how she looked. He always had the best reactions when she’d get dressed up. Hell he even had a cute reaction when she wasn’t all dolled up. It was one of the many things she adored about her fiancée.

“You ready?” Y/n’s sister Jameela asked as she smiled at the bride.

“So ready.” Y/n replied, smoothing out her Saree one last time.

Jameela led her sister to the courtyard where Evan was waiting for her. When he was told he could turn around, his jaw dropped as his eyes scanned her body. She was even more breathtaking than ever.

Everything that he had been hoping for in a future wife was standing before him in a vision of red and gold. Her confidence shone through, even if she was a tad shy. Her hair hung in a way that made her appear angelic. Her whole being made him want to grab her hand and run off with her.

“Well, what do you think?” Y/n asked. She already knew the answer with how he was looking at her and by the unshed tears in his eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” He questioned in reply.

Y/n blushed and giggled slightly.

“Yes please.” She answered.

Evan smiled brightly at her and moved in to capture her lips in the most tender kiss they’d ever shared.

“I can’t wait to marry you.” Evan said after breaking the kiss.

Y/n nodded in agreement.

“I can’t wait to marry you either.” She replied.

“Let’s get going then or we will be late, and we can’t have that.” Jameela said as she popped the romantic bubble that seemed to be surrounding the couple.

“I’ll see you in a few minutes.” Evan said, smiling but sniffling at the same time. He was so in love with this woman and felt so blessed to have her in his life and he was so thankful that he had been accepted into her family. It meant the world to him that they trusted him with their beloved daughter.

His beautiful y/n.

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Hii!! Of course, I'm so glad you enjoy my work!! I was actually kind of busy with school, but I'll try to upload a little more often since I'm back now! ALSO, WE'RE SO CLOSE TO THE EVENTS OF THE FIRST MOVIE!?! AHH, I'M SO EXCITED!!! (Also, this casually might be the best chapter I've ever written)

Butta Bomma

A. Bahubali x Reader x B. Deva

#8

The Language Barrier

Synopsis: In which several misunderstandings lead to Bahubali realising that Y/n clearly needs help with understanding the Mahismathi language, so being the chivalrous person he is, he offers Y/n to appoint a language tutor for her. When Y/n finds out who her language tutor is, her life falls downhill.

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It was a mahimahi afternoon like any other, and as usual, everyone was indoors, busy with duties or school, which meant no one had any time to entertain the dutiless Y/n. Y/n strolled through the palace courtyard, the warmth of the sun kissing her skin as she scanned her surroundings. 

A bored sigh escaped her lips as she searched for something, anything, to alleviate her boredom. Then, like a beacon of hope, the corner of her eye spotted something far too familiar to her. Something that had gotten her in quite the mischief and trouble with the elder prince of Mahismati. 

A fruit-laden tree standing proudly in the corner of the courtyard was practically singing temptations to Y/n, telling her to approach it. No one was around, though it didn’t matter even if they were, Y/n didn't mind.

It was Bhallaladeva who tortured her and Y/n couldn’t see him anywhere, which she confirmed with a smirk. Probably busy pouring his privilege over some poor servants, Y/n thought. 

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she swiftly tucked the end of her half-saree into her waist and began her ascent up the tree. 

As Y/n reached for the fruit, stepping onto a branch and grabbing another for support, Bhallaladeva happened to be passing by. Deep in thought, Bhalla was walking to his royal chambers on a higher floor, quite fast-paced, when he caught sight of Y/n perched in the tree. 

Bhalla was so lost in thought, that he had dismissed it as something normal, even though it was, but his mind quickly snapped back into place and he gasped before he did a lighting of a double-take. 

He backtracked and leaned over the balcony railing, dumbfounded by the sight before him. His brows furrowed at the girl who had the end of her tongue sticking out as she tried to reach some fruit, and he thought to himself, ‘What the hell is this monkey doing now?!’

"What in the world are you doing up there!?" Bhalla shouted down to her, his tone a mix of disbelief and concern.

Y/n shot her face up and startled by the sudden appearance of the one person who she hoped wouldn’t catch her like this, she nearly lost grip on the branch and balance on her foot for a moment, before regaining her posture. 

Bhalla's momentary panic prompted an instinctual reaction, his hand reaching out down towards, without him even realising it before quickly retracting. Bhalla was far too high to do anything. Bhalla’s eyes were wide and a relieved sigh escaped his lips, his fleeting sense of relief washed over him when Y/n steadied herself, but it was quickly replaced by irritation at her recklessness.

"For a monkey, you have horrible tree-climbing skills, you know!" he scowled, his frustration evident in his tone.

Y/n bristled at his insult, her own temper flaring in response. "It's none of your business what I'm doing up here!" she shot back, her voice tinged with defiance.

"What do you mean? I saw you climbing the tree like a lunatic!" Bhalla retorted, his frustration mounting at Y/n’s audacity, 

Y/n was confused by his anger. Not even Bhalla realised how frustrated he was. It hadn’t even occurred to him how worried he was for some fruit-obsessed monkey. 

Y/n glared up at him, “As I said, your royal snarkiness, none of your business!” Y/n sounded each of the last four words out and ended her retort with a bang. Bhalla could almost applaud her audacity. 

“Well, I’ll have you know, stranger from the ‘far land of Mexico’, As the elder Prince of Mahismathi, everything that happens within the kingdom’s walls is quite literally my business!” He shouted back down at her, gripping the railing of the balcony. 

Y/n ground her teeth in utter annoyance. Why did this prince have to constantly involve himself in everything Y/n-related!?

“Ugh!” Y/n exclaimed, balling her free hand into a fist, “This doesn’t even concern you, you nosy prince!” Bhalla was quite taken aback when he heard this. His brows furrowed and his lips parted. 

“Nosy?” Bhalla muttered to himself, “What the hell did she mean ‘Nosy’? Me - Nosy?” Bhalla rubbed his nose absent-mindedly, assuming Y/n had insulted his nose. Bhalla, confused, questioned for a moment whether Y/n’s monkey brain was causing her blindness.

“I think you’d be delighted to know Monkey, that I am considered, if not,” Bhalla shouted, “One of Mahismathi’s most handsome men with a perfectly sculpted nose!” Y/n looked at Bhalla like he was an idiot, a mild hint of confusion crossed her face at Bhalla’s strange response.

“What is this man-whore even on about?” She muttered to herself, Bhalla leaned down the balcony to signal to Y/n that he didn’t hear what she said, Confusion clouded Bhalla's features as he struggled to make sense of Y/n’s words.

“That’s great to know Your Highness, be sure to tell that to the next person you’re off to torture, however, it does nothing to help the situation at hand!” She shouted back, her throat starting to hurt with the shouting she had to do to keep the conversation.

“What?” Bhalla shouted,

“I said, you royal-!” Y/n, a little too passionate about what she was going to say, had paid no mind to which branch she grabbed, and rather than grabbing the one that would prevent her demise, Y/n put her weight onto the twig-like branch. 

“Hey-!” Bhalla tried to call out her stupid move, reaching his hand far out, but it was too late. The twig snapped with a horrifying sound and with Y/n putting her weight on it, her leg slipped. Bhalla’s heart practically stopped, his eyes were wide in horror and he was not breathing, but instead, staring in terror. 

But Y/n was a smart young girl, very capable of tree-climbing. Before she could fall to her potential death, her reflexes caused her to grab hold of the branch she had slipped from. 

Y/n was hanging for her life and with one quick swing, she was back on her feet, on the branch. Bhalla felt his heart alleviate as he placed a hand on his extremely fast-beating heart. His eyes closed in relief as a relieved sigh escaped him.

“As I was saying-” Y/n began, putting a finger up, but before she could say another word, Bhalla had silenced her with the look on his face. 

Y/n could feel his anger in the form of heat all the way down from where she was. Bhalla said nothing, but simply pointed down, instructing her to immediately get off the tree. Y/n frowned.

“What!? Why?” Y/n attempted to retort, but Bhalla was having none of it, his hands balled into fists and in a heavy authority manner, pointed to the sky and in a powerful voice said,

“As the elder prince of Mahismathi, I command you to step down now!” Y/n glared.

“No.” She spat, quietly like a stubborn child, but Bhalla heard exactly what she said. 

“Y/n of the far land of Mexico, I swear to god, the sky, the very earth of this kingdom which I will soon rule and all that is holy, if you don’t step down from the tree right now, I will do something that will make you regret having ever climbed that tree,” This sent a shiver through Y/n’s spine and she grinned.

“Oh yeah, What exactly is it you’ll do Your Highness?” She smirked. Bhalla expression of pure anger dissolved into a cruel and evil smirk, shivering Y/n to her bone. Bhalla’s smirk was dangerous.

“I’ll have this and every other mango tree in Mahishmati cut down immediately.” Bhalla said victoriously, “Fruits can be grown of course, outside of kingdom walls, where you’ll never be able to reach them.” 

Bhalla’s grin widened when Y/n gulped and immediately began her descent from the tree. He placed his elbows on the railing as he watched Y/n descend, his grin growing wider at the silly girl. When Y/n reached the ground, Bhalla smirked and began walking away without another word, except for one final warning, 

“And if you ever decide to climb another tree when there’s no one around, I hope you’re ready to bid goodbye to them all together!” He shouted loud enough for her to hear, not turning back and simply walking straight ahead. Y/n watched Bhalla’s retreating figure and glared, her brows furrowing and the frustration and heat in her body increased. As Bhalla left, Y/n stuck her tongue out at him and poked faces at him. Bhalla smiled to himself, knowing exactly what Y/n was doing, despite not even being able to see her. 

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“Erm, that’s very interesting, Bahu, do tell more…” Y/n pathetically muttered. She and Gowri were on a walk when Y/n was noticed by Bahubali who had approached her for a chat. 

Their initial greetings and formalities quickly made way for Bahu's long talks about Mahimsathi’s politics. All it took was for Y/n to ask Bahu how he was doing, for him to say, tired, and for Y/n to ask, oh no, why so? 

That was all it took for Bahu to begin his long complex talk about Mahismati’s political structure and his duties as prince. Bahu was talking way too quickly, using words Y/n had never even heard of that surely didn’t exist where she came from, rambling about politics. 

“And of course, you’d know the grand chancellor, one of the few who stood by Queen Mother when she first ascended the throne. I’d assumed he would stand by the new act that stated the opposite of what we have been following as a kingdom for over sixty years, despite how horrible it was, but he instead stood against it. 

He claimed that it was practically a tradition, but what does he know, that old nut. I reckon he only stood by Queen Mother, fearing death.” Baahubali rambled, so fast, so quick, so complex, Y/n was lucky if she caught one or maybe even two words of what he was saying. She was simply laughing nervously and nodding, hoping that he wasn’t asking her any questions. 

“Haha, yeah, yeah, true that,” Y/n muttered, her jaw starting to hurt from the way she was smiling so widely. 

“But of course, you agree with me, the grand chancellor was even against keeping you here, stating you could’ve been a foreign imposter, trying to get into our secrets and then backstab us. But you’re lucky that no one stood by him on that one or they would’ve voted to have you killed. Took a lot of convincing but he relented to letting you stay, but you’re a lucky one, the majority was quite all right with you staying, but to be honest, they also thought you were some kind of holy angel sent by the gods to save you and to have you tried or to even suspect you of misdeed would be a horrible sin. It’s actually kind of funny, but you do of course look like angels so I wouldn’t blame them too much,” Bahu gave a little shy laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck, looking away from Y/n, a slight pink tinge appearing on him. Y/n simply smiled and nodded.

‘Just smile and nod,’ Y/n thought, ‘Smile and nod.’ 

“And later today, you have a meeting with the council, your Highness, and following that-” As Y/n and Bahu were engaged in their conversation, a certain other royal happened to walk by them in the balcony opposite them. 

Bhalla, who had a dozen servants following behind him, informing him of his schedule for the day was walking close by. The servant struggled to keep up with Bhalla’s fast pace but when Bhalla noticed a certain mischief-maker from the corner of his eye, he looked in Y/n’s direction and found a monkey. 

He grinned, ready to throw a casual snarky remark her way when he noticed Bahubali and her engaged in a conversation. Bhalla grimaced but when he saw the awkward and nervous look on Y/n’s face and her obvious look of struggle, Bhalla raised an eyebrow, a look of mild confusion glazing over his features. 

At once, he raised a hand, signalling for the servants to keep quiet for a moment. The servants, instantly understanding, immediately shut up and stepped back when Bhalla motioned for them to leave with a wave of his hand. The servants immediately left after handing Bhalla a scroll of his lined-up events that he held his hand out for. 

Bhalla narrowed his eyes in an attempt to make out what was happening as he opened the scroll and held it up in front of his face to hide him from his brother’s and Y/n’s view. He occasionally took peeks from the side or the top of the scroll, attempting to unpuzzle the look on Y/n’s face. 

“But as I was saying, I’m starting to think it’s about time that the chancellor retired and spent time with his grandkids rather than trying to protect the ‘traditions’ of Mahismathi. But it’s good to know not a lot of people support him anymore. He used to have a whole horde of people who had his back, but, you know, as people age, they start to lose support. It’s normal, but of course, you would know all this, am I right, being from such a small kingdom that there’s barely any texts or information about ‘the far land of Mexico’? Speaking of which, I’d love to visit the far land of Mexico one of these days, it seems like a wonderful place if someone like you is from it. When do you reckon is the best time for me to go?” Bahu asked and Y/n smiled, laughed and nodded. 

“Ha ha… Yeah… Of course, yes…” Bahu raised an eyebrow.

“So…?” He asked, tilting his head, “Are you going to answer me or what?” He laughed. Y/n gulped, her worst fears came to life and he did ask a question. Y/n’s brows furrowed and her eyes ran across the room,

“Erm… That sounds very interesting, Bahu, I’m sure Mahismati politics are very tiring.” Y/n answered plainly like a machine, hoping her extremely plain and neutral tone somehow managed to answer Bahu’s question. Bahu’s confused look had instantly dissolved, only to be replaced by an understanding grin. 

Bahu had Y/n figured out. He’d suspected something like this from the start, but only now was his theory confirmed.

There had to be some kind of slight language barrier between him and Y/n. Between Y/n and Mahismathi. That’s why there had always been a slight struggle to help Y/n fit into Mahisamthi. How could she fit in if she didn’t even know how to fully communicate with others? 

Bhalla, who had been watching this whole situation unfold, also instantly understood Y/n’s situation. But rather than a caring grin appearing on his face like Bahu’s, a much more evil and cruel smirk began to form. 

Oh, he was going to have a blast. Bhalla sniggered to himself but when Y/n’s eyes flew over to where Bhalla stood, Bhalla shot to the side to hide himself behind a pillar. When Y/n looked back at a smiling Bahu, Bhalla turned back and with a plan in his head, left the two. 

Following Bhalla’s departure, Bahu, not wanting to stress the nervous Y/n out, moved the conversation to something she could easily talk to him about, making sure Y/n didn’t realise what he was doing. 

Bahu, like Bhalla, also had a plan in his mind. The only difference was, was that the elder prince planned to endlessly tease the poor girl about her language skills, while the younger planned to summon a literacy tutor for Y/n sometime. 

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As Y/n did when she had nothing better to do, which was most of the time, she sat by the pond, cutting a mango for herself. She admired the pond’s surface and its fish, peace filling her up until she heard a certain agonising voice. 

“Quite the pond, eh, Monkey?” Y/n suppressed a groan but allowed herself to roll her eyes, her peaceful state instantly being replaced by one of annoyance.

“Yes, it’s definitely a pond, your snarkiness, 10 points for your observation skills,” Y/n muttered. Bhalla neared and leaned his shoulder against the large rock that Y/n sat by, as he folded his arms and slightly crossed his legs, standing.

“Quite truly I must say, this is probably one of the most stunning ponds on the palace grounds, truly serene and so beautifully formed, like the eye of a jewel, something like the art of work you would expect from a mastermind like Vishwakarma. Personally, I truly enjoy his works,” 

Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed. What was Bhalla talking about? Why was he talking like this? So fast and with words Y/n had never heard of. Bhalla, as Y/n had observed through her stay and from watching Bahubali movies, was a person who took his time to get his point across. 

“Tell me, stranger from ‘the far land of Mexico’, which of Vishwakarma’s works do you admire the most?” Bhalla grinned victoriously as Y/n stared at him, dumb-founded.

“W-What?” 

“Oh pardon my rudeness, I completely forgot to mention which Vishwakarma I was even conversing with you about. My tastes in architecture extend far beyond Mahismathi architects, to the points of heavenly ones, and when I mention Vishwakarma, I assure you, I meant the craftsman deity and the divine architect of the devas.” 

Y/n stared at him with a blank look. When Bhalla’s smirk grew, the realisation hit her like a meteor and she frowned. 

“Ha ha, very mature you snarkiness, mocking someone for simply not knowing a language.” Y/n rolled her eyes.

"Ah, the wit of a commoner. How refreshing.” Bhalla said, looking up at the sky, before looking back down at the girl, “Tell me, monkey, do you practice your sarcasm in front of the mirror every morning, or does it come naturally?"

"Why, thank you for noticing. I do take pride in my quick tongue. Can't say the same you would feel for your quick temper." She added, quietly. Bhalla gave a look of offence.

“Temper? I'll have you know, Monkey, I'm as cool as a cucumber compared to the hot-headed peasants I deal with on a daily basis."

"Oh, I'm sure. But let's not pretend you're not just a spoiled prince who's used to getting his way." She seethed.

"Spoiled?” Bhalla gave a hollow laugh, “Hardly. I've had to fight tooth and nail for everything I have. Can't say the same for someone who spends her days lounging by a pond, cutting mangoes." Y/n gaped at his audacity, her patience having run dry.

“Well, at least I'm not using my power to intimidate foreigners with my language. Can't say the same for you, can we?!” 

With that final bang, Y/n shot up from her spot, and gave one final annoyed glance to Bhalla, before storming away. Bhalla stared at her retreating figure and gave a soundless, light chuckle.

Blinded by her own fury, it didn’t take Y/n long before she bumped head-first into the younger prince. 

Bahubali caught her by the arm and gently helped her back onto her feet. 

“Oh, hi Bahu…” Y/n greeted awkwardly with a nervous chuckle. Bahu grinned.

“What seems to be the matter, Y/n you seem a lot more on on fire today than usual,” Bahu gave a light chuckle.

Y/n fidgeted with her half-sari and glanced around to make sure no one was around, before looking back up at him.

“You see, it's just that…” Y/n gulped, and Bahu leaned in closer, “I just have a bit of trouble with communication here. The way I spoke back in my time- I mean–! Back in my kingdom is pretty different to how people speak in Mahismathi.” Bahu nodded along, understandingly,

“I see,” He urged her to go on,

“And someone seems to have understood that, and now won’t stop mocking me for it,” Y/n said, annoyed at just the thought of Bhalla. Bahu smiled.

“I see Bhalla has also figured out your language barrier,” Bahu said, thoughtfully. Y/n went red in the face,

“You mean-!?”

“Well,” Bahu gave a sigh, “it’s not the most unobvious thing in the world. I actually only figured it out this morning.” Y/n, still red in the face, threw her face into her hands out of embarrassment. “Oh, Y/n,” Bahu gave her a calming rub on her back,

Y/n looked up at Bahu,

“How about I arrange a language tutor for you?” Bahu suggested, and Y/n’s eyes went wide. She remembered her etiquette tutor that Bhalla had arranged for her and she shook her head like her world depended on it, her eyebrows furrowed. 

“Respectfully, absolutely not.” Y/n said, adamant. 

Bahu’s eyes softened, “I promise I’ll pick out someone who’s truly willing to get on level with you.” He said sweetly looking down at Y/n with such caring eyes that made her swear she could have swooned. Bahu’s eyes brought her way back to when she watched Varsham for the first time.

Y/n gave a nervous and hollow chuckle, “A-Alright, Bahu, if you say so.” As much as she tried to avoid eye contact with the Prince, she simply could not look away from his eyes. The same eyes that had all the ladies in the nation in a chokehold for almost two decades.

“Brilliant, I’ll have someone- top of the class- picked out for you, and you can begin your tutoring as soon as this weekend!” He announced joyously.

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"Ah, if it isn't the wandering scholar from 'Mexico.' How fares your study of our culture, Monkey?" Y/n spun around on her heel to face the one person whom she was most delighted to meet. 

"Quite well, your royal snarkiness. I've learned a lot, especially about how not to treat people." Y/n said, her voice flowing with glee over the aspect that soon, she would start attending language classes and eventually wouldn’t be the object of Bhalla's ridicule.

"Oh, delightful. In that case, allow me to expand your knowledge further.” Bhalla grinned, "Indeed, one must ponder the intricate complexities and unparalleled magnificence of this realm’s architectural splendour, meticulously crafted by hands of exceptional prowess and minds of unparalleled brilliance. Perchance, your intellectual faculties may find themselves inadequate in grasping such sublime intricacies."

Y/n narrowed her eyes in frustration, "Are you serious? Again with the fast-talking? Very mature, Bhalla."

“What's the matter? I thought you were here to learn. Surely a scholar like you can keep up." He smirked, clearly enjoying himself.

Y/n groaned, "I'm here to learn, not to decipher your verbal puzzles. But I suppose that's too much to expect from someone who takes pleasure in mocking others."

Bhalla smiled, mockingly, "Mocking? Oh no, this is merely a lesson. Think of it as... advanced study."

Y/n narrowed her eyes in mock confusion, "Advanced study? More like a desperate attempt to show off. What's wrong, Bhalla? Need to feel superior to someone?"

"Superior? Hardly. Just demonstrating the vast chasm between our respective eruditions. But don’t worry, Monkey, you’ll bridge it. Eventually."

"The only chasm here is the one in your manners. But I suppose that's too much to ask from a prince who's used to getting his way."

"Ah, so quick with the barbs. Maybe there's hope for you yet. But tell me, how does it feel to be out of your depth?" Bhalla leaned down a little to get on level and face to face with Y/n, who narrowed her eyes,

“Out of my depth? Please. I've handled more complex things than your inflated ego."

"Ego? It’s not ego if it’s justified. But I understand if it's hard for you to grasp that, given your… limited experience." Bhalla said with a tone of judginess, eying Y/n up and down.

"Limited experience? Says the man who’s spent his life behind palace walls. Try stepping out into the real world for a change."

"The real world? I’ve seen more of it than you ever will, Monkey. But don’t worry, I’m sure your books will keep you company." Bhalla said pathetically, in a pitiful tone, riling Y/n up even more.

"Better books than the company of a conceited prince. At least books don't talk back with meaningless drivel."

"Meaningless drivel? Perhaps to you. To those who understand, it's wisdom. But you’ll get there. One day."

"I’ll pass, thanks. I prefer my wisdom to come without the side of arrogance." She said with a huff.

"Call it confidence. But I forget, you're not used to dealing with people of my stature."

"And you're not used to dealing with people who see through your facade. But don't worry, I’ll be here to remind you." Y/n gave a caring smile, dripping with sarcasm.

"I look forward to it, Monkey. Your attempts at wit are... entertaining if nothing else."

"Glad to be of service, your royal snarkiness. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have better things to do than waste my time with a pompous prince." Before Y/n could leave, she turned to face Bhalla one last time, the enthusiasm back in her eyes, “Besides, your royal snarkiness, I suggest you enjoy mocking my tongue while it lasts.” Yn/ said victoriously, before leaving. Bhalla stared at her, confusion gripping him.

“What?” He asked himself, “Monkey! Get back here at once and explain what you mean!” He shouted, but Y/n, too far to care, went her way.

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“Ah, Bhalla, there you are,” Bahu called to his cousin, Bhalla, who had arrived at the training area, following his confused exchange with Y/n.

“Bahubali.” Bhalla greeted, his mind still straying to the thought of what Y/n might’ve meant.

“I see you’re a bit distracted today,” Bahubali questioned when the duo began their swordplay. Bhalla wasn’t as sharp that day, his moves were slower, and he was clearly distracted by something. 

“Oh, yes, I suppose so,” Bhalla said, looking over at Y/n in the distance who was happily chatting away with her friends while eating fruit. 

“Care to share why, Your Highness?” Bahubali asked with a grin, as he let out a groan, successfully hitting Bhalla’s sword to the point of his defeat.

Bhalla picked up his sword and stepped towards Bahubali, who listened kenly,

“Do you know what’s going on with that monkey today?” Bhalla asked, directing his gaze towards the bubbly Y/n. Bahubali followed Bhalla’s gaze until his eyes landed on Y/n. 

“Oh, Y/n.” Bahu said, 

“Yeah- That- That girl. Y/n monkey or l/n or whatever. Do you what’s gotten into her today?” Bhalla asked, his patience a little more dry than usual. Bauhbali looked at Bhalla, smiling,

“Ah, I see she’s mentioned it to you. She’s definitely a little more happy today because of it, huh?” Bhalla’s eyes shot to Bahu as they returned to their sparring positions, starting another round of swordplay.

“Mentioned what?” Bhalla asked, his usual sparing skills faltering.

“I’ve arranged a literature tutor for her, to help her learn our language better after I saw how distressed she was at not being able to fit in.” With what Bahu said, Bhalla’s sword move failed, causing Bahu to effortlessly win another round.

“What??” Bhalla narrowed his eyes in confusion.

At the very lowest pit of Bhalla’s stomach, a weird feeling began brewing. A strange feeling, that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Perhaps it was frustration, Bhalla thought. But why? He doesn’t know. 

Why was he feeling frustrated that Bahubali had arranged Y/n's language tutoring lesson without him knowing and that Y/n seemingly was able to confide in Bahu about her troubles and not Bhalla when in reality none of this concerned him and it was none of his business? Especially when considering that Bhalla tended to be the root of most of Y/n’s problems. 

But Bhalla still felt frustrated. He didn’t even know why. 

Any normal person could have immediately figured out that it could even possibly be... Slight jealousy? But Bhalla was not a normal person. 

Was he frustrated that Y/n felt she could confide about her language issues in Bahu and not him? And how she seemingly instantly accepted help when Bahu offered and how Bahu took it upon himself to offer her the classes.

Bhalla, overcome with this unknown emotion, looked back at Bahu and said, “That monkey doesn’t need a tutor,” 

Bhalla didn’t even know why he was interfering in this matter, which didn’t even affect him. But he couldn’t help it. Bahubali’s eyebrows furrowed lightly.

“What’s wrong bhalla?” Bahu asked, “Besides, how will Y/n ever blend in if she doesn’t even speak the tongue?”

Bhalla, in a fit of ‘frustration’ and impatience, proceeded to say something so impulsively, that it hadn’t even registered in his head.

“Whatever, I’ll take it upon myself to teach her, alright!?”

Bhalla hadn’t even realised what he said till a smile grew on Bahubali’s face.

“Even better. I promised Y/n I would get her someone who could get on level with her.” Bahubali said, “If you will excuse me, brother, I must go and inform the tutor that he need not teach Y/n anymore.”

As Bhalla observed Bau’s leaving figure, he finally understood what he said, his eyes wide. 

‘Oh my god, what the hell did I just do’ Bhalla thought, face-palming.

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And so, for the week that followed, Y/n wasted not a single chance to flaunt to Bhalla that soon, she would also be on his level in terms of language. Her lessons were the only thing she could think about as her brain overflowed his excitement and anticipation. 

Bhalla on the other hand, didn’t know whether to laugh or sob, because only he and Bahu knew that he was the ill-fated person to teach Y/n the ways of the Mahismathi tongue. 

Y/n, however, had no clue who her teacher was. Bahubali, during another encounter with Y/n, did mention to her that someone else had volunteered to tutor her. Someone very highly prestigious and even overqualified. The news filled Y/n with so much joy that she wrapped her arms around Bahubali, giving him a very sweet goodbye as he left on a mission that Sivagami assigned him to.

Y/n was overjoyed and didn't shy away from any opportunity to rub it into Bhalla’s face, unknown to her that this ‘Overqualified, and highly prestigious’ person was the last person she wanted to see.

So on the fated day of Y/n’s first class, she excitedly hopped to the grand palace library.

The library, usually full of hustle and bustle with scholars and such running around, being pitch quiet should’ve been her first red sign. But Y/n went on, her determination unmatched. She tip-toed inside the empty library and ventured far deep in, hoping to find her tutor. Y/n looked around the empty and somewhat eerie library when she felt something smack her on the back of her head from behind. 

“Ow!” Y/n turned around, and when she did, she wished she hadn’t. There stood, the last person she wanted to see. 

Bhallaladeva. The elder son of the queen of Mahismathi Sivagami Devi, and the only son of Bijjaladevi. 

Y/n’s eyes went wide when she saw Bhallaladeva stand there, unpleasantly grumpy as he crossed his arms.

“What’re you doing here?” She bitterly spat, 

Bhallaladeva eyed her, “This happens to be my family library, so I could dance here if I wanted to.” He said, just as bitterly. 

Y/n, sensing the oncoming verbal sparring between her and Bhalla, quickly dismissed him, not wanting to waste her time, “Whatever, your snarkiness, I have better things to be doing right now like finding my tutor,” She said, grumpily.

Before she could huff and stomp away, Bhallaladeva, in a dead and annoyed voice said,

“The tragic fate of being your tutor, monkey, is unfortunately my own.”

“What??” Y/n turned around, her eyes narrowing in both confusion and annoyance at Bhalla’s use of the ancient tongue.

“Oh right, you’re an idiot.” Bhalla said, “What I meant to say, monkey, is that the unlucky man who’s your tutor? That’s me.”

Y/n’s mouth fell open at once and all that dread she couldn’t even comprehend came flooding back.

“WHAT!?” She screamed at once, her mind too occupied to give any mind to being quiet. Bhalla stared at her, unimpressed, “You’re the over-qualified, prestigious, highly-exclusive volunteer who never gives anyone lessons?” Bhalla sighed,

“Well, what do you expect? I’m the elder prince for goodness sake. I received the highest quality of education and clearly, one on this planet is boss enough to be tutored by the prince.” He said, before eyeing the furious Y/n with boredom, “Well, clearly except you of course. Congratulations, monkey, how do you feel, being the first person ever to have the prince spend his precious hours teaching you language?” 

“It feels bloody awful!” Y/n seethed, her anger now replacing her excitement.

“Same here,” Bhalla said quietly, annoyed. Y/n spun on her heel at once and headed back to the front of the library, “Oi monkey, where’re you going??”

Y/n spun back to face Bhalla briefly, “If you must know, I’m going to visit Bahubali, and tell him that I will NOT have you as my tutor and that I’d be willing to be tutored by literally any other living being in this kingdom than you!” She shouted.

Bhalla grimaced, “I expect you’ll have some trouble with that considering now that Bahubali has been sent on a quest to a different region,” Y/n’s frown fell and she remembered Bahubali telling her about his mission.

“So what does that mean,” Y/n said in a breathless voice.

“That, monkey, means either you wait a month for him to return, which you clearly seem incapable of, or you’re stuck with me for two weeks,” Bhalla said, almost somewhat enjoying Y/n’s suffering.

Y/n rolled her eyes and groaned, “Please just end my misery,” she said pathetically as she smacked her forehead, walking towards a table near the back of the library.

Bhalla grinned as he watched her go, “This’ll be fun.”

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And so began Y/n’s lessons with Bhallaladeva. To say Bhalla was a strict teacher was a heavy understatement. Bhalla’s teaching methods made Y/n’s old etiquette teacher look easygoing. Bhalla forced Y/n to be up and at it by four in the morning, and only let her go to bed at eleven, under the condition that she had finished her work. The only breaks she would receive were thirty minutes every three hours, and breakfast, lunch and dinner were all also served in the library. 

Bhalla always spoke too fast and preferred to teach by pacing around with a textbook in one hand and the other hand behind his back, often causing Y/n to not understand a single thing, resulting in her struggling to focus and badly failing every simple assignment. 

Yes, Bhala always did get on Y/n’s bad side but this was a whole new level. Y/n had never seen such a strict and focused side to Bhalla unless he was training. Yes, that’s what he reminded her of. Him when he was training. He was so concentrated and fast, that at some point Y/n simply gave up. 

Near the end of the first week of their lessons, following Y/n’s silent defeat in making an attempt to understand anything, the severe lack of sleep finally caught up to her. 

As usual, Bhalla walked back and forth, reading from a textbook as he lectured Y/n- except that’s what he thought was happening. Y/n, however, had long gone asleep. Y/n’s only justifications were that:

a.) Bhallaladeva was insane

b.) Sleeping for only four to five hours a night for a week ought to make anyone fall asleep mid-day

c.) Bhallaladeva was insane

d.) Her tutor didn’t even teach properly.

e.) Bhallaladeva was insane

f.) Having nothing truly stimulating was of course going to make her fall asleep.

Also, Bhallaladeva was insane.

But Y/n was a smart girl, if she was going to break rules and casually fall asleep in class, she had to do it the right way. She positioned herself in a perfect form that made her look like she was crouched over writing when in reality she was fast asleep. 

Bhallaladeva, who was too busy reading off of scrolls, hadn’t noticed for the first thirty minutes of Y/n falling asleep, but when almost an hour had passed, and Y/n made no effort to make any snarky remark, sarcastic sentence or a single annoyed groan, Bhalla grew suspicious.

“I’m surprised you’ve been able to go an hour without a single jab, monkey. Impressive.” Bhalla said, standing in front of Y/n, authoritatively. When Y/n failed to respond, owing to the fact that she was strolling somewhere in dreamland, Bhalla raised an eyebrow.

“Really? No sarcastic retort?” He questioned her, but when Y/n kept her potion the same, Bhalla felt something was off, “What’re you even writing with that amount of focus, I’m not even saying anything relevant for you to write?” 

Again, no response from Y/n. Bhalla’s brows furrowed and he used a rolled-up scroll to poke Y/n’s head. When nothing happened, he pushed a bit of her hair off her face and tucked it in behind her hair, and what he saw made his eyes go wide with shock.

That little monkey was asleep.

As annoyed as Bhalla was at her audacity, he couldn’t help a little smile that grew on his lips. Y/n’s face was so calm and serene, not many times before had he seen her face like that. Generally, when he did, it was because she hadn’t seen him. The only expressions Bhalla saw on Y/n when they talked were either annoyance or outright rage, but to be fair, he was the one who kept provoking the girl. It was a weird joy if you could call it even that. If even Bhalla knew why he kept poking and prodding her every day. Was it to get a reaction out of her? Perhaps because she was the only one who gave him that type of reaction. No one else in the kingdom would be daring enough to treat Bhalla the way Y/n treated him. 

Her breathing was so serene and her facial features were that of a rabbit. Bhalla’s finger, which was still behind Y/n’s ear from when he tucked her hair back, slid down her cheek slightly.

She sure had soft skin. Very… Very pretty. 

Bhalla smiled softly, without realising it. He was lost in the trance of Y/n’s sleeping face but was instantly brought back to earth with the flicker of a candle. Bhalla shot up straight and looked around, giving an awkward cough. He gulped and looked back at Y/n, a frown forming on his face.

Now what to do with this sleeping monkey? 

Bhall grinned, before reaching down to Y/n’s level. His lips hovered over her ear before he let out the scream of an army general entering battle.

“FIRE!!”

Y/n’s entire figure shook awake at once, startled. 

“FIRE!?” Her eyes were wide and she was covered in a cold sweat, her eyes prancing around, looking for the fire. When she failed to see a fire, she looked back at Bhalla, who had his arms crossed with a menacing look on his face, standing in front of her.

“Had a nice nap in the middle of my lecture, Monkey?” Bhalla said, sourly, “You know, many would kill to have the elder prince of Mahismathi give them free private literature lessons.” He said, narrowing his eyes at the girl who was trying to regain her breath.

Y/n looked back up at him, her eyes narrowed with annoyance leaking out of her every pore. 

Bhalla observed her face, the serenity he saw earlier was gone, replaced by the Y/n he constantly picked catfights with. 

“You say ‘elder prince of Mahismathi’ quite often, your royal snarkiness but you don’t seem to be showing it in actions, anywhere.” She spat,

"Is that so? Perhaps you’re too distracted by your penchant for daydreaming to notice my brilliance." Bhalla gloated,

Y/n stared at his audacity, "Brilliance? More like tediousness. Your lectures could put a hyperactive child to sleep."

"Ah, I see. The problem lies with my teaching style, not with the inattentive student who can’t keep her eyes open." Bhalla retorted,

"Maybe if you made your lessons half as interesting as you make your insults, I’d stay awake." Y/n jabbed back, her anger at Bhalla for the past week starting to rise up.

"Perhaps if you spent more time studying and less time devising retorts, you might actually learn something," Bhalla said with a roll of his eyes,

"Studying what? Your inflated ego?” Y/n said with narrowed eyes, and mock curiosity, “Sorry, I’m not interested in that subject."

"Inflated ego?” Bhalla said with a hollow laugh at Y/n’s audacity, “Coming from the girl who thinks she’s too good to have the prince as her tutor? That’s rich."

"I never asked for a prince.” Y/n seethed, “Especially not one who seems to enjoy tormenting his students."

"Torment? I’m merely trying to instil some discipline. Something you clearly lack."

"Discipline? More like sadism.” Y/n frowned, “Face it, Bhalla, you’re just taking pleasure in making my life difficult."

“And you, Monkey, are taking pleasure in defying me at every turn.” Bhalla said, “It’s almost endearing."

"You know what, you snarkiness, maybe the problem isn't with me at all.” Y/n stood up, her voice raising, “Maybe you're just a terrible teacher."

It was no longer harmless banter between the two. Tensions were rising neither of them was kidding around anymore.

"Oh really? And what would you know about teaching? You can barely keep your eyes open, let alone absorb any knowledge," Bhalla retorted, offended.

"Maybe if you weren't so full of yourself, I'd actually learn something!" Y/n said, leaning in.

"Full of myself? You think this is about me? It's about your lack of focus, your inability to grasp even the simplest concepts!" Bhalla said, frowning, also leaning in.

"I am focused!” Y/n admitted, “But it's hard to learn when all you do is belittle me!" 

"Belittle you? I'm trying to make you see how far behind you are! There are children who can do things you can't even comprehend!"

Y/n showed a tiny glint of hurt in her eyes, “That's not fair, Bhalla. I’m trying my best!" Her voice trembled with anger and hurt.

Bhalla’s voice raised till he was shouting, "Your best? Your best is pathetic! You’ll never succeed at this rate! You lack, focus, interest, determination, and brain, and at this very rate, you show no progress to achieve anything! I've wasted so many hours on you, watering the plant in your head so vigilantly, yet it shows no sign of growth!" His voice echoed through the library, instantly silencing Y/n, who stood there, too shocked for words.

Y/n stood there and stared at him with wide eyes, full of hurt and anger mixing in her expression as the silence filled the library. 

“Maybe the plant doesn’t grow because the soil is poisoned by your cruelty.” Y/n managed to say, in a quiet and trembling voice, as a tear dropped from her eye.

Y/n gathered her things at once and stormed out of the library as Bhallaladeva’s face contorted with a mix of slight regret and stubbornness, but he remained silent. 

He watched the girl race out of the library, the sound of her anklets echoing throughout the library, leaving an uneasy silence in her wake.

In a fit of humiliation, and dejectedness, Y/n ran to the one spot that gave her true peace.

The secluded pond. 

The afternoon sun was practically burning her skin off, but Y/n paid no mind, seeking shade under the oversized banana leaf that hung high over her usual sitting place.

She sat there, watching the ripples on the surface of the usually peaceful pond. The ripples practically reflected the inner turmoil she felt in her own heart. 

Silent, fat tears, dropped from her eyes, one by one as Y/n hugged her knees, leaning her shoulder against the giant rock that sat beside her. She cried softly, sniffling occasionally, watching as the tears that fell from her eyes created more ripples in the pond. 

The sun soon began to set, and the blue sky turned pink, but Y/n remained the same. 

She knew Bhalla was cruel, but she didn’t expect that he would have said something like that. She should have expected it, but she didn’t. Why? 

Soon, her tears came to an end when a wave of tiredness washed over her and her eyelids began to shut, feeling too heavy to keep them open. 

As the sun began to set in, so did Bhalla’s nervousness.

For as long as Y/n had been sitting by the pond, letting her tears soak into the water, Bhalla had been locked in his chamber, ordering no one to enter. Once the doors to his chambers shut, his frown dissolved and a smirk grew on his lips. 

He hummed a tune to himself as he made his way to his balcony. 

"This ought to help her." He said to himself with a grin, referring to his ‘outburst’ earlier. It hadn't yet occurred to Bhalla that using a strong Mahismathi military motivation tactic designed your emotionless old men on a young girl, foreign to Mahismatic and full of emotion, simply trying to learn a language might not have been the best idea. 

It worked wonders on the training grounds, so surely it ought to work just as well with her. Right? Bhalla's initial delight came to an all too sudden halt at that thought. It would work, right? 

And so, as Bhalla relaxed and laid back on his grand armchair on the balcony, munching away on an apple, he was once again in deep thought, a slight sense of doubt and nervousness began to grow at the deepest pit of his heart and brain. 

As the sun began setting, the initially slight sense of doubt and nervousness grew, eating him away, till he was back up on his feet, frantically pacing around his room, biting at his fingernails in tension. 

Bhalla was acting very strange and unlike himself. The elder prince of Mahismati who was known for his composure and having the ability to not tense over problems was now pacing back and forth around his room, biting his nails in worry about a simple girl. 

Something Bhalla would have never done if Y/n had never appeared. 

Perhaps…

Perhaps something was changing…? 

‘Did I do too much?’ Bhalla asked himself 'Did she get upset?’

Only now, Bhalla realised that his tactic might’ve done the opposite of what he meant it

to do.

After wrecking his brain for much longer than he would’ve wanted to, Bhalla came to a conclusion to check up on Y/n. 

His ego wouldn’t allow him to admit he cared, he simply wanted to check up on her and make sure she hadn’t done something stupid like running away from anger, but even if she did, Bhalla didn’t care, he was a strong prince!  (Maybe he cared just a bit…)

Just as Bhalla threw open the doors to his chamber to leave and find Y/n, there stood at his doorstep, three royal servants, holding a large platter of fruit for Bhalla. Before Bhalla could dismiss them and tell them he didn’t want any, an idea struck his head. 

He observed the glossy shine of the freshly plucked fruits with great care. Bhalla grinned slightly. Bhalla thought of the countless amount of times that Y/n had gotten herself into silly situations for them. 

He silently signalled the servants to follow him with the fruit platter with a wave of his hand. Starting from the first atom of the palace to the last, Bhalla looked everywhere for Y/n, searching every inch of the grounds for the girl, and yet, she was nowhere to be found. 

Bhalla felt a pang of terror, thinking his silly little assumption that Y/n could’ve run away earlier was true. Even if it was, Bhalla didn’t know why he felt this way, horrified at what could happen to her. 

But his terror came to a quick end when he felt the wind Russell the trees above, singing a song of lure for Bhalla. 

The pond. 

Of course, it was the first place he should’ve looked for her. Bhalla made his way to the pond and when he got close, he noticed the hunched-over figure of the young girl, sitting on the edge of the pond, leaning side-ways against a big rock. 

Bhalla smiled slightly. She was still here, within the palace walls, where he could see her. 

Bhalla didn’t look back at the servants and instead silently ordered them to leave with another wave of his hand. The servants obeyed, they placed the platter onto the grass, bowed, and left. 

Bhalla crossed his arms behind his back and stepped towards Y/n. As he neared her, he saw her form more clearly, she was shivering out of her wits, the cold night hair clearly taking a toll on her. 

When he was only three steps away from Y/n, his foot landed on a twig, and with a sharp snap, instantly alarmed the sleeping Y/n, who awoke at once, startled. 

Y/n looked at the surface of the pond, the rippling surface calming down to reveal the figure of Bhallaladeva’s reflection on the water. She buried her face into her knees and sniffled. 

Bhalla’s eyes softened and he took a prompt seat next to Y/n. 

Day by day, Bhalla was going stranger. He even went as far as to lower himself to the level of a stranger, someone who was practically nothing against him. He paid absolutely no mind to getting his expensive fabric dirty because all that was on his mind was the girl. 

Bhalla was silent for a second, unsure of what to say, when he decided to first help her get warm. He removed the detached draped part of his dhoti that covered his chest and awkwardly laid it over Y/n’s shivering body, revealing his upper body to the cold. 

“Were you crying?” Bhalla asked after another moment of silence. Y/n quickly sniffled and wiped away her tears as a fresh batch was on the verge of leaking out. She frantically shook her head,

“No, of course not.” Y/n said, in what she hoped was not her crying voice, “I don’t cry just by getting yelled at by some- some- some - random… prince… guy… person, who can’t even teach well.” Y/n said, stuttering and sniffling. 

Bhalla’s eyes grew soft and a tiny smile tugged at the end of his lips. Somewhere, deep within his heart, a place he didn’t even know existed, a tiny part of it found Y/n in this state to be kind of cute. 

The way she had clearly been sobbing her eyes out but refused to admit it. It was cute. Y/n sniffled and shuffled away from Bhalla, pushing her body further against the giant rock. Bhalla was not one to back down. When Y/n shuffled away, he shuffled close to her. 

It took him an awkward minute to figure out what he wanted to say and how he wanted to say it. That’s right. What did he want to say? Why was he even here rather than simply letting her die her death? 

“Listen, I really didn’t mean to make you so upset, it’s just a thing we do in training, we yell at the trainees to help them and make them better, to encourage them to keep going. I just- I just assumed it would work for you as well. I really didn’t mean to make you upset. I just wanted to help you get better.” 

In a moment of weakness, all that he wanted to say, accidentally slipped out from his mouth. Bhalla had no time to think about what he had just said, before Y/n spun her head around, so fast that it surprised even him for a second. Y/n looked at him with rage.

“so you couldn’t tell the difference between an emotionless middle-aged meat shield and a young girl who isn’t even from here!?” Y/n yelled.

Bhalla opened his mouth to say something, perhaps a snarky remark or a justification, but nothing came out. Bhallaladeva was speechless. 

Lost for his words. Instead, the corner of his eye caught sight of the massive fruit platter that the servants had broken their backs to help him carry around the entire palace. 

Bhalla reached for a mango from the platter and tossed it to his other hand where he displayed it in front of Y/n’s face. Y/n gasped, her mouth already starting to water and the twinkle returning to her eyes, making Bhalla grin. 

“A little birdy told me,” Bhalla said, “That monkeys love fruits and are willing to forgive their tutors for yelling at them in exchange for some royal quality mangos? Freshly plucked, might I add?” Y/n smiled a little and looked at Bhalla to urge her to take the mango. 

She took the mango into her hands,

“Alright fine,” Y/n muttered, her features softened and she looked down at her mango, “I’m sorry as well,” She admitted, looking back up at Bhalla with glossy eyes, “I just didn’t have enough focus or determination. I promise I’ll start doing better.”  

Y/n peeled her mango and began eating away at it.

Bhalla looked at Y/n, admiring her ability to admit her fault when in reality, it was never her fault. It was Bhalla. He didn’t understand Y/n enough to be able to teach her properly. 

He forced her into military training-type lessons and expected her to learn. A massive wave of guilt washed over Bhalla as he watched Y/n happily eat. 

Y/n, noticing the grim look on Bhalla's face, smiled and reached for some fruit, offering some of his own fruit to him. Y/n held her hand out with the fruit, but what came next, was something she never expected. 

Bhalla, not tearing his eyes from Y/n’s took the fruit out of her hand, put it aside and instead, took a hold of her hand. He held her hand with both of his and looked Y/n straight in the eyes. 

“Y/n,” Bhalla said, his voice filled with sincerity, so much so that it amazed Y/n a little, even the fact that he called her by her name. 

Now that Y/n thought about it, this was the first time he had ever called her by her name. Y/n’s name felt nice on Bhalla’s tongue. It felt sweeter than anything he’d ever tasted before, 

“I’m truly, really sorry. I promise- the fault is all mine. I still remember the amount of determination and excitement to learn you had when you first started lessons, and I- with my military tactics practically crushed all of it. 

It was my fault. For a student to excel, it is first and foremost the teacher’s job to understand the student. 

I failed to do that. But I never meant to hurt you. I know we have our fair share of differences, but I… I want you to know that I wouldn’t even dream of hurting you in such a way. And I promise I’ll do much better to teach you from now onwards. Please forgive me…”

There was silence between the two. The wind rustling the leaves above them was the only sound as they stared into each others’ eyes. Y/n’s brows furrowed ever so slightly at the sincerity in Bhalla’s voice. Y/n was completely taken aback. 

This was the last thing she expected from someone like Bhalla. 

She wasn’t expecting Bhallaladeva, the older prince of Mahimathi, the future tyrant, murderer of his mother and brother, and the person who tortures Devasena and tries to kill his brother’s son to do something like that.

That someone like him would apologise to such a simple girl from the bottom of his heart. 

To get on her level to feel such emotion. 

“Alright, enough with the heart-to-hearts Bhalla, you’re starting to freak me out,” Y/n said quickly, breaking the silence with a nervous chuckle, “Now take some fruit and admire the pond.” 

Bhalla smiled and shuffled closer to Y/n, taking the fruit he had put aside. The two admired the still pond for a moment before Y/n asked,

“Oh by the way, I’ve been meaning to ask,” Y/n began, Bhalla turned to face her, “How in the world was the library empty every time we had lessons?? Usually in the library, there are too many people, roaming.” 

Bhalla let out a nervous chuckle at Y/n’s words. Bhalla sighed and looked down at the pond, smiling.

“I-... I actually had the library emptied and ordered everyone to stay out for the two weeks, so… so you could study freely.” Bhalla muttered, quite hesitantly. 

Y/n’s eyes widened at the thoughtfulness and grinned, knowing she’s got to have had some kind of positive change on him. It amazed Y/n how humble Bhalla was being. 

She knew for a fact that the Bhallaladeva she saw on the silver screen wouldn’t have done a single thing that the Bhalla now was doing. 

He wouldn’t do any of this, and if Y/n was being honest, the Bhalla in theatres would have forgotten about her existence the few seconds after meeting her. 

But this Bhalla, the one in front of her who was feeling flustered at the prospect of caring for someone - he was different. He potentially could be someone else in the future. Someone who doesn’t go on to betray his family and torture the kingdom. 

Y/n's smile faltered for a moment thinking about the fact that the man in front of her could do such horrendous things in the future, should she fail her mission. This same person would go on to terrorise the kingdom and get killed by his brother’s son. 

Y/n’s eyes glossed over with a sense of pity. True, she did feel pity from the very start, before she even arrived in Mahimathi, but now that she had gotten to know Bhalla on a personal level, it wrecked her heart to think about his future. 

But then she remembered. All she had to do was slightly direct his path to a better one. She could save him from his horrid fate.

Y/n smiled softly and looked at Bhalla with such soft eyes that they pulled something in Bhalla’s heart.

“Thank you, Your Highness,” Y/n said, softly, her voice quiet but caught by Bhalla, who smiled. His eyes found Y/n’s and for a moment they shared eye contact before Bhalla quickly redirected his look to something- anything other than Y/n’s eyes. 

Bhallas, put his face into his hand as he let out a laugh, he could barely look in her eyes for a few seconds without a weird feeling erupting in his stomach. 

“You’re very much welcome, Monkey,” Bhalla said, a feeling growing in his heart, pulling at his heartstrings, making him feel pathetic, and Y/n laughed

Neither Bhalla nor Y/n realised what this would’ve meant or what this weird feeling in Bhalla’s heart was whenever he looked into Y/n’s eyes. Bhalla had a slight hunch, but being the egoistic prince he was, he continued to deny it.

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[chai-en-kaadhale]

RAHH HAN SOOYOUNG IN A VESHTI 🦚🦚🦚🔥🔥🔥 (inspired by yapping on a server also translation under the cut)

hsy: "How is it? my ✨epic swiggity swagger✨>:))"

yjh+kdj: "Wha?"

that being said "✨gethu✨" is a hard word to translate (theres rambling in the notes though so)

[sada-siva-sanyaasi]

jagadeka veerudu athiloka sundari - part fourteen

(a/n - have you missed me? hellooooo there, sorry for vanishing for six whole months, I just lost the will to write, me thinks. anyway, enjoy? enjoy.

~ juhi <3)

Masterlist

Bijjaladeva stormed out of the palace, as fast as his legs could carry him. It had been eight whole months since he had seen his son, and he slowly went insane in the huge palace by himself. Kattappa governed the empire on Bhalla’s behalf, adding insult to his father’s injury. Now that his son had finally returned to him, he could be happy. 

Or so he had thought.

Bhalla returned to Mahishmati with his fully pregnant wife, her best friend’s words from six months ago ringing in his ears. 

Devasena stood a few metres away from Bhalla, her grip on her sword steel-like. “She needs to be at Sundarsi right now, and you know that. Why did you bring her here?” “Because she needs her best friend more.” Bhalla stared ahead, watching the small kingdom. 

“Kuntala looks like it has recovered.” Devasena scoffed at his remark and glared at him. “No thanks to you.” Silence settled as her eyes softened slowly. “You can keep her here however long you wish to, but she needs to be at her home to be truly happy. To be safe. Or her child-”

“I can’t take her to Sundarsi, that will alert my father of our whereabouts immediately. I wish to be away from him, for their sake. He would kill them both if we go now. She’s safest here, away from my father’s evil intent.”

He sighed, turning to Devasena. “I need to protect her, and the one coming to us soon. So think of this as me trying to be a good husband.” Devasena kept staring at him, her eyes cold, and she turned to leave. She paused, her back to him. “You need to go to Sundarsi for your wife, though. Her child needs to be born there, and you know that.” Bhalla huffed, nodding. 

“I do know what they both need, but for now, let us stay here until the time is right.”

Bijjaladeva froze the minute Aarya set foot into the palace, his eyes bulging out as he stared at her pregnant body, tears filling his eyes as he turned to look at Bhalla, his lips wobbling as he raised a shaky finger up at his son. “What have you done?” He cried, horrified and disgusted. Bhalla stared coldly at his father as Aarya dutifully bent down slowly to seek Bijjaladeva’s blessings. “We seek your b-” “Silence, you witch!” Bijjaladeva thundered, glaring at her as he stepped back, looking at her and then at his son. “How could you do this, Bhalla? You wed and now she’s expecting a child?! A child from her is no less than a curse to us, to our kingdom!” Bhalla silently helped Aarya stand up again, rubbing her belly gently and supporting her back, fondly smiling at her, before turning to coldly stare at his father. “You will not speak ill of my child, Nanna, or of my wife.” Bhalla’s proud smirk peeked through when he called Aarya his wife, and Bijjaladeva fumed. 

“Wife? Wife?! You trust this witch of a woman that much? You left your kingdom for months, letting it be governed by a slave, and you returned with this vile woman, swollen with a monster like her, and you expect me to be completely alright with it?!” Bijjaladeva glared at Aarya and pointed at her belly with disgust, spitting venom. “Are you even certain that this vile witch is carrying your-” A dagger materialised in Aarya’s hand as she pointed it at Bijjaladeva’s throat, a dangerous glint in her eyes as she pressed it in enough to draw out blood. Bhalla coldly glared at his father, a protective arm around Aarya. “Speak however you wish to about me, not a word against my child.” Aarya hissed, stepping forward as Bijjaladeva’s eyes shook, unable to look at her. “You’re old and my king’s father, so I’m bound to give you a little more respect than your worthless self deserves, but don’t mistake my manners and morals as weakness.” Bhalla calmly pulled her back, gently taking the dagger out of her hands as he smiled at her. “Aarya, you need to rest, come on. Go to our quarters, I’ll be with you shortly. I need to talk to my father.” Aarya nodded, following a few soldiers and maids and leaving, and Bhalla turned to glare at his father. “Aarya told you to say whatever you want about her, but if you even think of doing so again I’ll slit your throat myself, Nanna. She’s my wife, your daughter-in-law and the Empress of Mahishmati and Sundarsi.” Bhalla watched as his father’s face crumbled, a flurry of emotions passing through him as the old man choked and stumbled upon his words, tears running down his face. “You- all this, for a sleazy wo-” 

“No. All this, for my woman. For my wife.” 

Bhalla glared at him and stepped closer, towering over him as he slowly spoke. “I’m warning you for the last time, Nanna. Not a word against my queen; not a word against the mother of my child.” Bhalla turned and stalked off as his father was left behind, alone yet again. Bijjaladeva collapsed on the floor, weeping like a lost child, watching the emperor of Mahishmati with his family.

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Aarya sat on her bed, sighing softly as she rubbed her swollen belly, shifting uncomfortably as she settled down. Being pregnant wasn’t the greatest feeling in the world, it’s honestly not talked about enough. The pains, the discomfort, the uneasy changes in the body. Aarya scowled, trying to find some sort of comfort when she heard a chuckle and turned to see her husband watching her, a smug smile on his face. She scowled harder, rolling her eyes. “Aarya, this is ridiculous, you know that. I still don’t know why you’re so mad at me.” Bhalla waltzed over, gently lifting her and fixing pillows under to make her comfortable exactly how she preferred, moving to sit behind her as he pushed her head into his lap, massaging her head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, I’m not mad at all, husband.” Aarya refused to sigh out in relief as he massaged her head, his hands slowly moving to her shoulders. “I just wish to know why we are here and not in Sundarsi.” She sat up and Bhalla smirked, nodding. “You’re not mad, are you?” “I wish to give birth in my kingdom and you brought me—”

“I brought you here only to show my father how happy you make me, my queen.” Bhalla interrupted gently, cradling her face. “I brought you here so that my wife would step foot in the palace, not just the Queen of Sundarsi. I brought the Empress of Mahishmati, the mother of my heir and my wife to Mahishmati. And I know I did no wrong.” Aarya stared at him, sighing softly as she moved closer to him, resting her back against his chest as he gently wrapped his arms around her, kissing her temple. She watched as he interlaced his fingers with hers, rubbing his thumb over her fingers as he raised her arm to kiss her fingertips. 

“I still wish to give birth in Sundarsi, Bhalla.” She whispered, looking at him softly. “I know, my queen, and you will. Because as much as the child inside is mine, I’m glad you have a bigger claim on the little one.” He kissed her temple again, leaning lower to kiss the place her neck met her shoulder, running a soothing hand over her side.

Aarya smiled softly at his affection, nuzzling into him. “Who do you think it will be? A prince or a princess?” Bhalla chuckled at her question, kissing her cheek. “A warrior, like my wife.” Aarya blushed and giggled, shaking her head. “Your wife hasn’t been a warrior ever since she’s gotten a child inside her, you know. That’s a long time.”

Bhalla softly stared at Aarya and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. “This is also a battle you’re fighting, Aarya. Do you think I don’t notice the doubt and fear in your eyes every single second of the day? The worry, the insecurity, the troubled questions about yourself and this unborn little royal.”

He kissed her, pulling her closer as his hand ran over her back, making her sigh softly. “You’re the strongest woman I’ve had the pleasure of knowing my entire life, and I’m the son of Rajamata Sivagami. I’ve seen you govern your kingdom while on the run, care for me, yourself, our child, help Devasena rebuild her kingdom, not complain a single time about our conditions and push through all of it with the most graceful smile.” Bhalla caressed her face, resting his forehead against hers. “I’ve known women were the fiercest forces on this planet, but I only truly understood how strong after seeing you. I love everything about you, Aarya, and I’ll help in any way that I can to aid you in this internal battle of yours. And if I must take you to your kingdom, I shall.”

Aarya calmly stared at her husband through his monologue, a small smile playing on her lips as she realised just how much Bhalla changed in the last few months, a change even Devasena couldn’t believe despite seeing it with her own eyes.

Aarya kissed his forehead and smiled gently at him, cupping his face. “I’m so proud that my child has you as a father. Amarendra would be, as well.” Bhalla softened at her words, resting his head against hers as they simply basked in each other’s presence. 

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Aarya rested in Bhalla’s arms as they sailed to Sundarsi, and he gently rubbed her hips to soothe any of her pains. His father, who came to talk to him, saw him and fumed silently, turning and walking back to his room in the ship, pausing in front of the small statue of Durga Maa that was sailing along with them. “You… you made me bring that woman into our lives, haven’t you? Fine. I'll be the one to make sure she’s gone as well. Forever.”

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[othersideoftheparadise]

Can someone write fanfiction for Leo das x reader or parthiban x reader here? I'm suprised there are no one thought about it 😭

He owned the character and looking so good doing it!

*Replace planet with Vijay and suddenly everything makes more sense

[mellaga-karagani]

Masterlist

Requests are open!!!

Current works:

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

Promts / Dialogue sets:

Bhallaladeva 《 Bahubali》

Amarendra Baahubali 《 Bahubali 》

Devasena 《 Bahubali 》

Alluri Seetha Ramaraju 《 RRR 》

Komaram Bheem 《 RRR 》

Arjun Reddy 《 Arjun Reddy 》

Deva 《 Devadas 》

Bhairava 《 Magadheera 》

Aarya 《 Aarya》

Aarya 《 Aarya 2 》

Bantu 《 Ala Vaikunthapuramuloo 》

Rana Naidu 《 Rana Naidu 》

Siddha 《 Acharya 》

Shyam Singha Roy 《 Shyam Singha Roy 》

Nandu 《 Athadu 》

Chandu 《 Ready 》

Pandu 《 Pokiri 》

Shiva 《 Kantara 》

Oneshots:

Nandu / Pardhu 《 Athadu 》

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

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Work in progress:

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

Nani 《 Eega 》 (Requested by @toomanyfanficsbruh)

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

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

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

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

Jai 《 Mirchi 》 (Requested by @futuristicclampatrolkid)

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

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

Rama Raju 《 RRR 》 (Requested by @voidsteffy )

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

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Taglist!!:

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

[bbgnyx]

tamil love songs | skz

-> pairing: skz x fem!reader

-> word count:

-> a/n: ok so these are some of my favourite songs in tamil and I matched it up to each skz member. It brings me immense joy to be sharing my native language songs with you, hope you enjoy it as well! i attached the spotify link with the song title, so when you click it you will be directed to listen to it! if you don't have spotify, please just type in the song name in yt if you want to listen to it. I also wrote down my fav line from these songs that resonate with the members the most and also most importantly I'm not pressuring anyone to listen to the songs, if you don't want to you don't have to, that's completely fine!! I just wanted to share a bit of my origin culture with youu. I hope you can enjoy and share my appreciation for my native language! any questions about the songs are welcome!

->feedback and reblogs are appreciated

->ty @xhavxv for the dividers!

BANGCHAN - 'Nira'

-> The exact translation of this means "Color"

-> Synopsis: The entire song is from a male’s perspective talking about a girl who is the love of his life and how she makes his life glow like the colours.

-> I honestly feel like Chan is the type to totally adore you to death and keep praising you and talking about how important you are to him so this song totally fits! I can even imagine him singing this to you and it sounds magical ✨ Chan is totally a first love trope and this is exactly that kinda song.

-> My favourite line: “Unai Theeramal Pidithen, Uyirin Ulle Maraithen”

-> Meaning: “I engraved your image within me, from head to toe I hid you in the depths of my heart.”

MINHO - 'Seramal Ponal'

-> The exact translation of this means "If we aren't together"

-> Synopsis: It’s basically a song where the guy is telling how without her his world is nothing and that there is no purpose in his life without her by his side and how amazing it would be with her

-> Ok this screams Minho to me in so many ways, its such a beautiful song and Minho is definitely the type to sing a song like this. I feel like once he loves he can’t stop and that you will be his entire world and everything. Minho doesn't usually express his feelings a lot but if he is ever to get in a relationship he would definitely put his all into it by showing how much you mean to him.

-> My favourite line: “Neer Indri Vannum, Van Indri Neeyum, Irundal Ulagathil Yedhadi, Penne Purindhu Kolladi”

-> Meaning: “Water without the sky, Sky without the water. There is no such world, so baby please understand that my love for you is like that aswell”

CHANGBIN - 'Neeyum Nannum Anbe'

-> The exact translation of this means "You and Me"

-> Synopsis: So in this song the guy tells how he and her together can do many wonderful things and be in love happily. In the pre chorus part also he tells how she means a lot to him and that together they can do anything and if they aren't together he will break apart. Its kinda like let's just be together and face the world

-> Binnie always strikes me as the soft or subby type for sure. So I feel like all he'll ever want is to cuddle by your side and not anything else. He will feel satisfied as long as you are there with him. He's such a sweetheart and will love you till death just like how the song says.

-> My favourite line: “Neeyum Naanum Anbe, Kangal Korthukondu, Vaazhvin yellai sendru, ondragaa vazhalam”

-> Meaning: “You and I, my love, lost into each other's eyes, Come Let's live our life together at life's horizon"

HYUNJIN- 'Adiye'

-> The exact translation of this means "Oh Girl!"

-> Synopsis: Basically a song in males perspective talking about how much he loves this girl and desperately needs her touch and needs to be around her. He wishes the night won't ever end so he can just be with her. Its kinda a song dedicated to the girl sorta

-> Hyunjin is definitely a hardcore lover who would want to always be by your side and craves your touch constantly and this song is exactly that in the form of lyrics. Honestly, it will be so cute to see him all wrapped around your finger hehe.

-> My favourite line: “Adiye Neethaanadi Enn Bothai Thene Mutham Konju”

-> Meaning: “Oh girl, you are my drug, please shower me with kisses"

JISUNG- 'Senjitaley'

-> The exact translation of this means "She knocked me off my feet"

-> Synopsis: one of my fav songs ever from my fav actor! this is such a cute song about the guy talking about how the girl he loves totally swept him off his feet and keeps captivating him with her beauty and charm.

-> Han is totally a subby guy who would be completely charmed by you from the start. He's honestly the epitome of "love at first sight" according to me. He would also show how much you mean to him and how much you've charmed him with sweet gifts or songs written for you!

-> My favourite line: “Unna Thedi Thedi Thedi Nenju Alladuthe,”

-> Meaning: “My heart has gone crazy searching for you"

FELIX- 'Unakaga'

-> The exact translation of this means "For you"

-> Synopsis: such a sweet song tbh, it is from a girls perspective at the first and then the boys perspective but it fits felix so much! the song talks about how the girl and boy would do anything for each other and how much she/he loves him herto give him/her his/her entire life also and basically how she/he lives just for him/her at this point.

-> Felix is another case of being totally charmed by you! he would absolutely do anything for you and your happiness. All that matters to him is that your happy and with him. I can just imagine him braiding your hair while you eat his sweet brownies while chit-chatting. hehe

-> My favourite line: “Oru nooru varusham, pesa nenachi, tholil thoongiduven”

-> Meaning: “Wanting to talk to you for the next 100 years as well, I will peacefully lay resting my head on your shoulder"

SEUNGMIN- 'Un Vizhigalil'

-> The exact translation of this means "In your eyes"

-> Synopsis: another one of my favs! the song talks about how the boy's life has become better since he laid eyes on the girl and how she is an angel to him and being with her together every day is merely enough for him to live in peace and happiness.

-> Seungie might seem tough on the outside but I believe he's such a softie on the inside who would love you to pieces and would def worship you since you came into his life. He would shower you with gifts and whatnot to show his life.

-> My favourite line: "Nee thenam siricha podhume, vera edhume vendame penne”

-> Meaning: “It's enough even if you smile every day for me, I'll be smitten babe"

JEONGIN- 'Sirikkadhey'

-> The exact translation of this means "Don't Laugh"

-> Synopsis: fun fact, this is from the same movie as the song I chose for Jisung! gives the same vibes tbh, the song talks about how the boy loves the girl so much and how she is everything to him and can't be without her and her simply laughing is easy to mesmerise him

-> Ayen is absolutely a darling and innocent (*wink*wink*) guy and would love you to bits but would be shy to show it. This song perfectly can be matched with him cause I feel like every little move you do is sure to captivate him and bring him so much joy

-> My favourite line: "Un Peyaril En Perai Serthu, Viralodu Uyir Koodu Korthu, Oor Munne Ondraga Namum, Nadandhal Enna"

-> Meaning: " Adding my name with your name. By threading together our fingers and life. What if we walk together in front of the world"

[nidhi-writes]

Nigazh- Ponniyin Selvan Fanfic

Revelation

After I told them everything Aditha Karikalan burst out laughing along with the other three. 'Do you think us as fools!' He shouted which caused me to move backward at that moment I saw a slight sadness in his eyes but I may have just illusioned.

'See I am not lying and I am not a spy actually I am far away from it. Let me prove you please' I asked him and I am not sure if that would ease the situation but he moved side and let me pass through.

'See this is the document/art I have done so far and the camera! we can picture with this, just like how you guys paint' I showed the Prince who is standing as I handled the artwork to him. He was about to take the book but his eyes traveled to my hands and crossed in confusion. He took my book from me and held my hand and traced the birthmark on my right which looks like a tiger.

'What's this?' He asked. 'That's my birthmark, I was born with it, it resembles a tiger, I have another one on my left but it is shaped like fish, see here' I showed him both of my birthmarks. Aditha Karikalan's grandpa stood up quickly and rushed to my side. Parthibendra Pallavan and Vandiyadevan looked at each other with confusion.

'Aditha it seems like Prophecy came true' His grandpa said and smiled a small smile but his eyes never left me and he still hadn't let go of my hand seeing my eyes travel to the hand he let go of it.

'Ah, what prophecy?' I asked in a small voice.

'Well, it's time for us to explain my Devi' Aditha Karikalan's grandpa said and started their explanation.

                             To be continued...............

To continue reading please check out the below URL!! And let me know if you want to see any other characters paring and OC.

Nigazh (Event that changes Present/Past/Future)  

[pigeonmama]

THIS IS WHY I PAY MY INTERNET BILLS. FOR THIS TYPE OF REPRESENTATION.

OH GOD I NEED TO EAT THIS FIC FOR BREAKFAST, LUNCH, AND DINNER.

Tamizh girlies assemble🎀✨

Moon boys dating a desi girl would include:

paring: moon boys x desi! fem! reader; established relationship

a/n:

reader is Tamil cause I need the rep :)

this for my Tamil girls in the moon knight fandom <3

I added little funny thing at nicknames, you guys are gonna love it 🤭

Y/n has loving and acceptable parents here.

genre: fluff, but sexual innuendo is there.

minors dni

gif credit

tag: (not my usual taglist, cause this is hella specific)

@mintpurplemnm

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• Holi is super fun with your boyfriends. Chasing them with water guns with colourful holi powder mixed with water.

"It's not fair" you whine, playfully. "You used your skills"

Not really a fair competition against Marc and Jake's aiming skills, I know. But, come on, the laughter on their faces when you smeared Holi powder on their faces was totally worth it.

"It's not fair to use your cuteness too, princesa" Jake retorted with a little smirk.

Lighting up earthen lamps and placing it on the corners of your house during Deepam.

Your boyfriends help you light it, it's one of the cutest sights to see Marc cradling a lamp in his hand, cupping it to prevent the wind blowing it off.

• Your parents adore your boyfriends. Not gonna lie, it was difficult and quite hard for them to understand at first. But after they met them and truly got to know about them eventually, they couldn't help but love them. I mean, how could they say no to Steven's well impeccable politeness, Marc's charisma and Jake's charm. And they made you genuinely happy.

"I swear, ma. It's like you prefer my boyfriends over me" you joke to your mom.

"Oh, I do, chellam" she replies with a small smile on her face.

"Ma!"

She laughs, kissing your forehead.

"Innu konjom sapdu, kanna" she lovingly adds another chapathi to Marc's plate with a beaming smile on her face and patting his arm.

He is absolutely overwhelmed by her motherly affection and he gets teary eyed by her genuine love. You knew it is new for Marc, you reach out to brush your thumb over his knuckles in soothing gesture. He smiles at you, reassuring you.

Steven and your history nerd dad bonding over their nerdy-ness. You smile to yourself, shaking your head fondly watching them bond.

Your mom showing Indian cooking tricks to Jake, him doing reciprocating the gesture by telling her to make Spanish dishes.

Whenever she visits, she makes you and your boyfriends stand closer and does the gesture that removes evil eye.

Your mom spoils your boyfriends every time she visits by bringing them homemade snacks, food or buying them clothes, even though they protest.

"No one can stop me from spoiling my sons" she announces casually, making them freeze. They swore to protect your mother at all costs.

They didn't protest after that, they accept her love and care without guilt or resistance after getting used to it.

• Singing to yourself 'Chammak challo' when doing dishes with headphones. You don't realise when Marc comes back. He watches you move your hips with a goofy grin on his face. Your eyes lit up when you see him, without breaking character, you sing the song, gesturing at him.

Shawty I am gonna getcha,

You know I am gonna getcha,

You know I will even letcha

Letcha be my Chammak Challo

And you dance with him, and he indulges in your dance, chuckling, not caring about your soapy hands.

• Calling them sweet nicknames.

When Steven asked you, "How do I look?" wearing a new shirt he really liked.

You did the gesture that removes evil eye, you know the one when you touch someone's face and bring it to your face as if taking away the evil eye and cracking your fingers, that one.

"Ada, thenada!" you exclaim, giggling.

He thinks you are teasing him, you assure him with a kiss to his pouty lips and tell him it means 'honeycomb'

At that, he smiles adorably, making you kiss his lips again.

• Calling them cheesy Tamil nicknames when you want to tease them.

"Ammukutty, en chellakutty, jhangri, boondhi, umma" at 'umma' you lean down to press a sloppy kiss on Jake's forehead. He was resting his head on your lap.

"You are just getting be back for calling you 'jabón' that day" he chuckles, thinking you are calling him random, ridiculous things.

"Jake Lockley," you let out a fake gasp, "I would never"

He smiles, taking a loose strand of your hair between his fingers and twirls it.

"I'm not vengeful," you tease him, "those are the cheesiest names for a lover"

"I think I prefer the ridiculous ones" he jokes, making you hit his chest playfully.

• The boys losing their minds when they see you in saree for the first time, cause miss ma'am, you looked like an ethereal painting. It was for your cousin's wedding.

Jasmine flowers in your hair, when you walked by Steven, he closed his eyes inhaling the sweet scent of jasmines wafting around you.

Marc was mesmerized seeing few loose strands of fair framing your face perfectly, matching bindhi on your forehead your glass bangles clinking together whenever you moved your hands, the melodious sound of silver anklets when your feet moved.

The teasing exposure of your bare skin on your waist was too much for Jake. He came up behind you and kissed your exposed skin above your blouse and below your neck. "Eres hermosa, mi amor"

You looked like one of a celestial nymphs from Indra Logam.

The boys decide to grow moustache for Jake for a while. And when you saw Jake trying on white shirt and vetti with golden border, and his moustache, you swooned on the spot. I mean, he is already handsome but this, your knees almost buckle at the sight of him. You let out a dreamy sigh.

• Food. Instant bonding with Jake over love for spicy food. The man loves chicken briyani. Jake is a good cook, he introduces you Spanish dishes.

Steven favourite is potato stuffed samosas.

Marc enjoys chapathi and chicken gravy.

When you made gulab jamun for the first time, you teasingly swiped the sugar syrup dripping down Marc's lips with your thumb, then put in inside your mouth, sucking it.

"You are a tease, babe"

You winked at him, feeding him another gulab jamun with your hand and smiling.

All three of them love gulab jamun, you make the best ones.

• Your slangs and usual vocabulary casually slipping into theirs and vice versa.

• You and Steven getting little bit competitive whenever there is a cricket match England vs India.

Whichever team wins, depending on that, you and Steven settle it with either a tickling match or in bedroom.

• Whisper sweet things in Tamil during soft, sensual moments.

"En idhaya thudipe neethan" you whisper to Marc when he dozes off in your arms. You smile and kiss his forehead.

"En uyir moochu nee" you breathe softly, cupping Steven's face, cuddling him.

"En uyira neethan da" you let out a sigh of content, looking down at Jake, who is resting his head on your lap. He reaches out to pull your face closer to his lips to kiss you softly.

• One word. Kamasutra. Your sex life is amazing. Your boyfriends hit the jackpot. You feel the same about them. Trying different positions and kinks.

• Having a Jewish - Hindu wedding like Schmidt & Cece from 'New Girl'. Your wedding is personal, small, beautiful, meaningful with only closest friends and family.

• Your children growing up in a loving, multicultural household.

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Tamil (not 100% literal translation)

Thenada - honeycomb

chellam - sweetie

Indra Logam - Heaven (Specifically, court of Indra dev, King of Heaven)

Innu konjom sapdu, kanna - Eat more, dear

Ammukutty/chellakutty - sweetheart

Jhangri - a type of Indian sweet

Boondhi - savoury or sweet Indian dessert

En idhaya thudipe neethan - you are the beats of my heart/my heart beats for you.

En uyir moochu nee - you are the breath of my life

En uyira neethan da - you are my soul

español

Jabón - soap

Eres hermosa mi amor - You are gorgeous, my love.

[rowretro]

R-O-W-A-N SAY ROWAN ROWAN ROWAN! (it fits perfectly in this song.)

[allari-ammayi]

Butta Bomma

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

A. Bahubali x Reader x B. Deva

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬➜

When bookworm Y/n reluctantly succumbs to her friends' movie night and watches "Bahubali," she discovers a newfound empathy for the much-despised Bhallaladeva, igniting an unexpected connection between their souls. Following the loss of her grandmother, Y/n inherits a mysterious red amulet that transports her to an unimaginable world. Her assigned mission: to alter the destinies of her beloved character. In the heart of Mahismati, Y/n's undercover adventures bring her closer to the royal brothers, determined to reshape their fates for the better. As bonds deepen, romance blooms and Y/n faces a dilemma: will their feelings jeopardize her mission? Will it even matter in the end?

𝐓.𝐖➜

This story contains themes of death and bereavement, violence, toxic relationships, emotional turmoil, travelling worlds, ¿isekai?, romantic conflicts, identity crisis, moral dilemmas, possible sexual content in later chapters, themes of betrayal, political intrigue, power struggles, intense emotional situations, and complex moral decisions, exploration of familial and romantic relationships, warfare, injury, and graphic violence. Let me know if I missed any!

𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟏

𝐏𝐫𝐞-𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞➜

The Interesting Perspective

The New World

The Angel Lady

The Harsh Interrogation

The Monkey Woman

The Snarky Prince

The Etiquette Lessons

The Language Barrier

The Political Genius

The Mahismati Festival

𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟐

𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 ⌗𝟏➜

The Scripted Starting

The Dancing Beauty

The Affectionate Prince

The Gruesome Battle

The Vitory Horror

𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟑

𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 ⌗𝟐➜

The Dangerous Thoughts

The Kuntala Quest

The Royal Gardens

The Deciding Day

𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟒

𝐁𝐚𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐢'𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐞➜

The Kuntala Journey

The Charming Princess

The Kuntala Palace

The Dreamer Boy

The Hunting Party

The Krishna Pooja

The Marriage Proposal

The Silent Attack

The Lady’s Choice

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠➜

The Rejoiced Couple

The Wedding Night

The Jealous Banishment

The Back-Stabber

The Final Sob

The Honoured Dead

𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠➜

The Stubborn Prince

The Jealous Husband

The Painful Coronation

The Run-Away Wife

The Reunited Lovers

The Old Beginnings

𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟓

𝐁𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐚'𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐞➜

The Library Roaming

The Compensating Gifts

The Hidden Portrait

The Risky Plan

The Portrait Showing

The Insistent Girl

The False Confession

The Impulsive Promise

The King’s Confession

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠➜

The Defeated King

The Heart Problems

The Exiled Duo

The Discontent Girl

The Confidential News

The Sweet Embrace

𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠➜

The Impressive Queen

The Romantic King

The Revealed Secret

The Destroyed Amulet

The Two-Faced Liar

The Tragic End

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𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞➜

This story contains elements of fantasy, adventure, and emotional depth, but be aware of potential triggers, including violence, grief, and complex relationships. Reader discretion is advised.

Does anyone want an OC version if they're not interested in y/n?

[chai-en-kaadhale]

the one time yoo junghyeok would ever eat someone else's cooking:

[sada-siva-sanyaasi]

ram was a lot of things, but maybe what no one realised he was, was that he was shy. ram was extremely shy, especially around women. it wasn't just the respect and dignity inside him, they also made him very nervous.

because ram regarded them as unbelievably powerful, and the power and position women held in ram's eyes made him very shy around them.

especially more so around his new wife.

you thought that your husband was just being mindful and respectful to your boundaries, you didn't realise being in your presence just made him that way. he got incredibly nervous around you, he didn't even understand how it was possible.

but that doesn't mean ram wouldn't take his time out to talk to you; he did. although the conversations were very short owing to his shyness and your new relationship, he always looked forward to them the most.

since he was a shy man, a lot of his acts towards you were very private, some of them even you didn't know about. you started getting the hang of it though, and you smile to yourself every time you recognise any efforts of his.

he wakes up before you- to train the other warriors for freedom. when he does, he spends the first few minutes of his day admiring your sleeping form, pushing your locks out of your face softly as a smile dances on his lips. he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead and covers you better with the blanket, caressing your cheek before he leaves.

he puts out a saree that he thinks would look good on you for the day, sometimes also selecting the bangles and accessories to along with it. ram doesn't expect you to wear them, but you can't bring yourself to wear anything else. his face glows just a little more when he sees you in that saree.

he likes to buy all the necessary groceries before you even tell him you've run out; you never had to ask at all. it makes you smile whenever you look at all the groceries: he just knows.

ram also tends to watch you a lot when you're getting ready if he's miraculously at home that day. he walks by you getting ready and stops, his eyes trailing over you as you apply your bindi and kajal, combing through your hair.

it took him some long time before he allowed himself to actually come inside and admire you, making you smile wider.

his nervousness around you slowly started to go down, but the underlying respect and adoration for you never changed, his eyes still looking at your feet first before they lift up to your face. even after the entire world knew you belong to him. the dignity this man possesses overwhelms you a lot of times, but you love him for it

his soft eyes shining with love and respect always look for your comfort and ease first, before he speaks. it stayed that way for the first two years of your marriage, before he allowed himself to see you more intimately.

and you didn't mind waiting, not one bit. not when your husband was ram.

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[a/n- @thewinchestergirl1208 asked, and if I don't deliver what am I? I hope it's alright- it was tough writing in a family gathering. I love you madhu <33]

[bbgnyx]

Ok so hi and happy 2024!! decided to tell a little about myself?

My name's Nicole, but just call me Nyx, I like it better! I'm currently in university and work part-time in a clothing store nearby~ I'm known to be quite the fashion expert by my customers haha. I also have a pet goldfish named Bubbles!! And live alone in my own apartment

I was born and brought up in Singapore (where I live now). Even my parents were born here so that makes Singapore my hometown as well but my origin roots are not Singaporean, it's actually Indian!

my grandparents are authentic Indians living in the state of Tamilnadu in the south of India. So my native language is actually Tamil even tho I don't speak it much. So basically I'm Singaporean but my ethnicity is Indian!

just to clear some things up, India is a country with many religions and stuff so to ppl assuming India's only religion is "Hindu" please don't! I've been asked this question many times as well and to make things clearer, I'm Christian! (Although idk if Jesus is willing to accept me after the sins I've committed hehe)

I've also lived in Perth, Australia for 5 years! (it was due to my father's work) so basically I have many places I can call home haha. My current dream destination is South Korea or Paris! hope I make it there one day~

[johnwickb1tsch]

young!Constantine x witch!Reader imagine

Imagine you’re a psychic, and an earth witch. And…you’re the love of John Constantine's life. You met in India a long time ago, when you were learning about Ayurvedic healing, and he was doing research on Rakshasa demon possessions. In the common area on the roof of your hostel in Varanasi, it was as though your eyes were glued to him. You couldn’t look away–and neither could he. Something tugged at you, like there was a string tied to your insides, and the other end of it was wrapped around that man’s finger.

He tried to play it cool by throwing a snide comment your way when you sat nearby. “Let me guess. You’re taking a year off to find yourself and learn yoga.” You threw it right back, taking in this handsome weirdo in his pressed white shirt, with his gorgeously fluffy raven hair and eyes that could steal a woman’s soul. He had a stack of books at his elbow, one of which you were wary to see was a Bible. “Let me guess, missionary boy here thinks he’s going to save some polytheists whose perfectly good religion predates Christianity by five thousand years?”

The corner of his mouth quirked in kudos, those dark eyes shining for you. “Actually, I’m a demon hunter. Know any, little witch?”

You bantered the rest of the evening, the lights of the sacred city around you, a cool night breeze coming off the Ganges, while he pretended to read and you toyed with your Tarot cards. You continued to snipe at each other through the hall, going back to your rooms, all the way until you grabbed him by his stupidly dashing shirt and kissed him–just to shut him up, of course. You certainly didn’t expect him to kiss you back like he meant to devour you, pinning you against the door of your room until you managed to fumble out your key. You barely made it under the mosquito netting before you fucked like it was imperative you try out the whole Kama Sutra by morning. (OK, maybe you had been learning a little yoga. He never ridiculed you for it again…)

The rest was history. You were inseparable from that day, and you were fire together–and water. You balanced each other out–his magic and your magic meshed. You completed each other in a way you didn’t entirely understand, but you felt it though, and nothing had ever felt so right. Though he didn’t tell you about being damned, you saw the scars on his wrists, and you sensed he had a rough childhood. You felt the sorrow of it hovering over him like a dark cloud, and all you wanted in the world was to chase it away for him. Sitting in a secluded alcove of the Red Fort with his arm around your shoulders, he admitted to you that for the first time in longer than he could remember, he felt happy, with you. 

You had a grand adventure traveling around the Great Subcontinent, reveling in its wonders from the Himalayas to Tamil Nadu, until you had a close brush with that demon he was tracking, and Constantine realized how utterly it would destroy him, if something happened to you because of his calling. He pushed you away when it was time for you to fly home, even though it killed something inside him to let you go.

For years, you feel like you are bleeding out from a wound that will not heal, after losing him. Eventually you manage to make a life for yourself, living in your little cottage in the woods, growing your plants and making your potions, healing people and caring for animals…but you never love again, the way you loved John Constantine.

You hear whispers of him here and there, you know he’s become a legend in his field. You wonder if he ever thinks of you, the way you still think of him. 

The answer to that, is every day that ends with y. He misses you like a severed limb, but he takes some twisted comfort in imagining that you are safe, far away from him.

But when you start having visions of him sitting in a pool of blood and glass, dying, you have to go to him. You know he’ll be mad–but you always had a knack for talking him down--or fighting him, if you have to. He needs your help, whether he likes it or not…

TBC?