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About The Two Of Us
Well folks, @burningsheepcrown did it yet again. So this fic can be considered a follow up to yesterday’s piece. I hope you guys like it. And God I really hope this is not the start of a series, but you lot my bully me in that direction anyways.
Here’s the prompt doodle, what cuties, right???
Thanks to @jjwolfesworld for the title!
Also, apologies if I missed any typos.
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Dhruva hummed in appreciation as the first taste of coffee hit his tongue.
“Still doing your crazy early morning runs, huh? I really thought I would have tired you out yesterday.”
Dhruva hid his smile in the rim of his mug. “I won’t lie, it was exceptionally difficult to get up, but I was already awake, so might as well. Plus, there really is something energizing about seeing the sunrise, you should try it sometime.”
Daya made a noise of disgust that had Dhruva chuckling. He turned away from his window to lean against the counter, watching as Daya rummaged through his cupboards till he made a triumphant sound and emerged with another ceramic mug. And then he frowned when he couldn’t find a coffeepot.
“Where’s your coffee pot?”
Dhruva’s shoulders shook with silent laughter as he placed his own coffee on the counter and moved to Daya’s side, grabbing his mug from him. “I don’t have one, how many times have I said that the coffee tastes better when you use the filter.” Daya pouted, and God help him, Dhruva really wanted to pull him in by the drawstrings of the hoodie and kiss at his protruding lip.
Instead he busied himself with pouring the ground coffee liquid into the milk pot, mixing the liquid until it was a dark brown, and transferred it to the mug. He then grabbed the sugar and was about to add two teaspoons, when he paused. “You still take it with sugar?”
Dhruva could feel Daya’s gaze burning the side of his face. “I do.”
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Dhruya doodle inspired by a 🔥 moment in @fangirlshrewt97 ‘s fic 😌
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Nap Time, ASP Garu!
Ok, I really need to stop being such a pushover for Lan, but when she graces us with so many lovely doodles, it’s hard to say no. Plus I kind of made her cry so to make up for it, she requested this fluffy piece as a response to the adorable Dhruya doodle she created:
Here you go Lan @burningsheepcrown! Hope you like it.
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“I think that piece of cardboard over there is more relaxed than you right now.” Came the grating voice of the bane of Dhruva’s existence, and it blocked his sun too.
“Shut up.” He bit out as he threw an arm over his eyes.
“No seriously, I think that is less likely to break if someone were to touch it compared to you.”
Curling his lip in a snarl, Dhruva blindly grabbed a fistful of sand and threw it in the direction the voice was coming from.
The voice had the audacity to laugh at him. Prick. “Really ASP garu? I’m surprised you are capable of such childish sensibilities!”
Dhruva felt the vein in his forehead throbbing.
He sat up, whipping off the sunglasses he had been napping with. Trying to nap with. Relaxing. Fine just laying there praying sleep would come and wondering why he was doing that at the beach rather than in his comfortable bed. And ignoring the part that sounded just like the voice currently taunting him.
“Daya, seriously. You told me to take the day off and relax at the beach. That is what I am doing. What more do you want?”
Daya, the utter bastard, merely smirked at him. “Oh ASP garu, if that is what you think relaxing looks like, that is a sad definition indeed. Luckily for you, I am more than happy to educate you on the finer points.”
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and some spicier dhruya doodles 😌👀🔞
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A Very Reasonable Fear
Don’t let the title fool you, this one turned out to be very soft. Given yet another prompt by the one and only @burningsheepcrown, this story actually also takes inspiration from another one of her earlier doodles. Here they are:
Dear Lan, I know this week was not the most fun, but hopefully this story can add a little bit of joy to your Sunday.
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“-you sure you’re alright? Just wait until Bheem comes and looks you over, then you can go home…”
Bheem heard Ram’s voice coming from their hut as he approached it. Curiosity peaked, he hurried home, entering just in time to collide with Malli.
“Oof. What happened Malli?” Bheem asked as he steadied the girl.
Malli shot him an exasperated look. “Ram Anna is worrying over nothing, I told him I am fine, but he is not letting me go home!”
Bheem raised an eyebrow as he looked at Ram, who was indeed looking very nervous, hands wringing, but shoulders sagged in relief at the sight of the Gond man. “Uh, what is the worry about?”
“Malli was attacked by a snake!” and “Nothing!” came the simultaneous shouts before the pair glared at each other. And given how stubborn both were, Bheem sighed, knowing neither would back down. “Snake, Malli?”
Malli let out another exasperated groan, this time accompanied by an impressive eye roll. Bheem simply raised his eyebrow at her expectantly. Malli threw her hands in the air.
“I wanted to go down to the river, but Amma was busy, so Anna said he would go with me. On the way back, I found these eggs on the ground and thought they had fallen from some nest. Except when I came close to them, a snake jumped out of nowhere. Anna freaked out and threw me over his shoulder and ran us all the way home. And keeps constantly asking if I have been bitten. But I’m fine!”
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Bheem: Please? For me?
Ram: Don't do that.
Bheem: What?
Ram: You think every time you say "Please? For me?" I'll do whatever you want, well, not this time.
Bheem:
Bheem: [activates full power doe eyes]
Bheem: Please? For me?
Ram: Okay.
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Magadheera 😩🥺❤️
#FAVORITE#magadheera!ram is the best ram of all#you can't prove me wrong#ram charan#ramcharan fanart
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Dhruya: *in an argument*
Daya: Fuck you.
Dhruva: Later. Now listen, you little shit...
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Smoke Curling Around Us
@burningsheepcrown is a hazard, but we love her anyways. Here is another Dhruya fic prompted by her doodle, which you can find here.
Also I wrote this on my phone, I hope there aren’t any glaring typos I missed.
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Dhruya hissed in relief as the acrid burn of tobacco hit his lungs, a small relief to the migraine that was building in the back of his skull. The new IG had called for a meeting of the heads of all the divisions as well as some of the local heads of the smaller departments. And then proceeded to yell about them all being collectively incompetent.
Dhruva knew there were political machinations at play here that he was unaware of, but hearing the man lecturing them about not doing any work properly really made him want to scream. Not doing any work, as if Dhruva hadn’t spent nearly a decade at this job, giving everything to it. Everything.
“I’m surprised you still smoke.”
Dhruva stiffened at the sound of the voice that still made a regular appearance in his dreams. He resolutely stayed staring ahead as another body came to stand beside him. A flash of fire lit up his peripheral vision as Daya lit up his own cigarette and took a puff.
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One more dhruya fanart encouraged by @fangirlshrewt97 😌
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and some spicier dhruya doodles 😌👀🔞
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#losing my mind over how the little guy looks like mini!Bheem with those curls#SOMEONE WRITE RAMBHEEM WITH KID FIC#daily charan#ram charan#rrr#rambheem
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Angsty rambheem and fluffy dhruya 😴❤️
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I'll shed happy tears if you start writing again 😭
hello i’ve risen from the dead. back with a very slightly emo post because i just had to let it out somewhere.
everytime i listen to songs from rrr, specially etthara jenda or dosti, i feel really heavy. ethera jenda is such a vibrant song, and it fills me with complete joy and energy. but at the same time, it has a very nostalgic touch to it, a sad one. dosti is just straight up sad. it has a weight to it that lays heavy on my heart. and it’s not because of the song itself, but my memories attached to it.
i had once read in ‘the art of making memories’ by meik wiking that you attach senses to moments to make them memories, or so it just happens. that movie completely changed my life. it made me a different person all together.
i remember being very stressed out about work when i had to go watch that movie with my parents. i was not interested. i stepped into the theatre thinking i’ll just get some sleep in because i’d have to stay up to finish my work anyway. boom, mind blown.
my birthday was coming soon. two days before my birthday, on a sunday, a close friend and i had watched kashmir files and i convinced her to watch rrr with me on the same day. i remember standing outside the theatre again and hearing the dosti anthem and freaking out. there were so many people and i was so excited for the whistles and cheering. when the title came out after the train accident sequence and my friend stared at the screen in awe, it was a peak happy moment.
we watched the movie again with her brother. i had accidentally recorded the audio of a part of the movie and realised then what happy accidents actually are. i heard the movie again while walking back that night and smiled at everyone i walked past. i was one of the few people on tumblr who’d rave about the movie on it (back when the craze just started and there were like 10 of us). i got tagged into posts and had so many feral conversations with such lovely people about the movie. a kind of belongingness i never thought i’d experience on social media.
life felt so happening. i don’t know how a movie transferred its energy to me.
i made a new friend a few days later. we bunked office together and hung out. got drunk on a hill and whatever. we decided to watch rrr again on a whim. it was the hindi dubbed version, which made me funny as a person because i couldn’t deal with it and my over-exaggerated reactions to the hindi dub on english dialogues seemed hilarious.
we had decided that it was my job to convince him that the movie was gay. and so i would scream gay everytime ram and bheem even looked at each other. i don’t think anyone here will disagree with me on that. i enjoyed a lot. making a new friend is weird, it has this initial giddy-ness. this unnecessary energy you get when you vibe extremely well with someone you’ve just met. being drunk just added fuel to the fire. it felt good and warm and all things nice.
i hugged him real tight that night before leaving. it was a good day. it had been a good month.
the movie made those moments for me. it was in the background of my peak moments, surrounding me as i appreciated the best people i had in my life, even if they were only there for a bit.
when i watch the movie now, there is a melancholic happiness, almost content. like yes, this movie has remained ever so great. it has remained.
even if everything else i had experienced with it have spiralled, it has remained. this community remained.
it still makes me giddy, it still makes me think of the lifelong bond ram and bheem will share, it still makes me wonder if rajamouli even knows how he impacts people’s lives. before, i’d squeal and pounce on these thoughts, now i smile to myself and carry on with my day.
@thewinchestergirl1208 thank you for checking in with me from time to time. i’m sorry i couldn’t respond earlier but your concern really helped. very thankful that you exist.
if you guys are still reading then thank you for using your valuable time to read my unnecessary tmi journal entry.
i know this community has grown quite a lot since i stopped being active but @bromance-minus-the-b @rambheem-is-real @eremin0109 @lil-stark @manwalaage @kafkaesquebestie @sinistergooseberries @hufhkbgg @itsfookingloosah @juhiiiiii @miriseven @justmeand-myinsight @maraudersbitchesassemble @mizutaama @how-is-it-in-london @honey-im-hotdog i had so much fun with y’all and i don’t know how to express it in words.
i hope this doesn’t sound like a goodbye or something (not that its a big deal lmao) i just wanted you guys to know what this whole franchise and fandom means to me :)
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Lean on Me (I Know This Feeling)
Ok, this one is not making up for all the fluff but I wrote it and it is complete so I am inflicting you with it. I will warn this one is very angst, so prepare for that. I wanted a story of Bheem going through something and Ram needing to comfort him. Was not actually intending for it to get as dark as it did. But it does end a little sweetly, so don’t be completely scared away!
Trigger warnings: Discussions of grief, Referenced Suicide Attempt, Death of an original character screen, Self-loathing
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Ram was quiet as he made his way through the trees, the oil lamp in his hand barely giving enough light to illuminate five feet in front of him. So he was letting his feet guide him on this path they had walked many times by now, and luckily they led him right to his prize.
Bheem was sitting with his back to him, pants rolled up so he could dip his legs in the lake. The small ripples near him likely meant he was kicking his feet in the water. He had both arms braced by his sides, hunched out so his shoulders were by his ears. But he was still attuned to the forest in a way Ram could never hope to be.
“Brave of you to make your way out here by yourself in the middle of the night.”
“Hmm. I had a good teacher. And I didn’t let myself doubt my feet” Ram said as he stepped out of the foliage to come sit besides Bheem. He placed the lamp on Bheem’s other side, on a flat rock and sat down, his back to the lake as he sat perpendicular to the man. “You didn’t even try to come to bed.”
Bheem shrugged. “Not much point in trying to sleep when you know it won’t come.”
“Bit hypocritical don’t you think?”
“Ram don’t-” Bheem growled faintly.
But Ram was not one to back down, least of all from fights with Bheem. “How much longer are you going to be moping around here then?”
A nearby owl hooted in alarm as Bheem violently punched the water, spraying them both with ice cold water. “I. am not. Moping!”
Bheem looked at Ram, the light casting his face in shadow, but unable to hide how much hatred was shining in Bheem’s eyes. Unfortunately it was not hatred towards Ram. That he knew how to take. No, this was self-loathing. Ram would know, he had seen it every day in the mirror for nearly four years.
Ram sighed. “Of course not. You are grieving. And you have every right to grieve, but not at the cost of your main duty Bheem.”
“You don’t-” Bheem cut himself off, jaw clenching as he ground his teeth, fists curling besides him.
Ram tapped the closest fist. “I don’t what? Understand what it is like to lose a soldier to battle? What it is like to grieve for a friend? What failure tastes like?”
Bheem stayed quiet.
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