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veteran-fanperson · 2 years

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Jeelakarra Bellam

Continuing my bodyguard!Charak saga. This goes to the point where our two first meet.

Read on AO3 here.

Read the previous work here.

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“How about this one?” His assistant Raju slides another profile at him across the teak coffee table. “Nandamuri Taraka Rama Rao. 32 years old and Ex-Indian Army. Actually won the Vishisht Seva Medal before his release from the army five years ago. He was working with Pranav’s security detail previously, so great references too.” Raju continued.

Charan picked it up, scanning the document. Two years older than him, yet such a different life.

“Do you want to try him out for a while?” Raju persisted. “I asked around, he doesn’t have a creepy vibe. We could always go back to the agency after a month if you guys aren’t gelling well.”

Sudhakar, Charan’s last bodyguard had been organised, quick and fun to hang out with and Charan would have been happy to hold on to him forever until he caught the man groping one of the young volunteers assigned to their entourage at a music release function. The sight of the girl’s tearful expression had prompted an instant dismissal from Charan, along with a change of their usual security agency. After their lacklustre reaction to his reason for breaking Sudhakar’s contract, Charan was sure of one thing at least - he did not want to hire any more of their people.

“Why is the emergency contact section blank?” Charan asked him.

Raju grimaced. “Yeah that threw me off too, and I called them up to ask if they’d just forgotten to put the information in. But no, turns out his father was absent. He was raised by his mother and she died five years ago. No siblings. I guess he’s a bit of a lone wolf, but the agency did make extensive enquiries. He showed incredible bravery saving civilians and fellow Jawans in a terrorist attack in Kashmir, hence the award. I interviewed him too and he was perfectly candid about things, just said he had a difficult couple of years and was still adjusting to life after. ”

“I guess it’s not a crime to have no close connections… but still, to not even list an old colleague or a neighbour?” Charan wondered, looking down at the page again, wondering what it was like to be this man. To be alone, day after day, month after month. What did he do after work? What did his phone look like? He looked at the picture, at the unsmiling face of a young man with short clipped hair and precise moustache. The eyes were blank, telling him nothing.

“Let’s try him out,” he said finally. “But at the first sign of anything strange, he goes.”

“Absolutely.”

*****

A sharp knock sounded at his office door the next Monday morning and Charan looked up from the script with a start.

“Come in,” he called out, and the door swung open.

“Hi there, I’m Tarak.”

Charan gaped. The man who entered was only about as tall as Charan, but he walked with an energy and force that naturally drew the eye to him. He was simply dressed in a grey shirt and jeans, with plain sneakers on his feet. His hair was much longer than Charan anticipated, a mess of wild curls that stood around his head like a halo. His beard looked just as unruly as his hair. His shoulders were very broad, and he had thick muscly arms that were barely concealed by his shirt. The hand he extended out to Charan was large as well, a simple bracelet made with wooden beads adorning his wrist.

“Hello?” prompted Tarak. “I was told you were expecting me.”

Charan continued to gape, registering with a shiver Tarak’s low, deep voice. His eyes were large and intensely dark, and Charan found it hard to look away from their hypnotising depths. “You don’t look anything like your picture.” He blurted out at last, mentally kicking himself a moment later because that was definitely not what he wanted to say.

“Does your contract involve me being clean shaven, cutting my hair and keeping it regulation length?” Tarak asked him, withdrawing his hand. His voice was bland, but his eyes were not amused.

Charan flushed. “Sorry I just - I don’t need anything like that - you don’t need to look a certain way - I mean unless you want to. It’s up to you.” he mumbled, looking down at his desk and quickly holding out his own hand. He felt the other man take it in a firm grip, shaking it quickly before letting go. There was a long, awkward pause as Charan studied the wavy lines of the wood in his desk.

“May I sit down while we go over your schedule and general expectations or do you want me to come back later?” Tarak asked him finally.

“Oh, no. Now is - now is fine. Just great. And yes, let me draw you a chair - hang on -” Charan babbled as he pushed his own chair back and stood up. He grabbed a chair and dragged it to the opposite side of the desk before returning to his own. He pushed the script pages aside, opening his desk drawers to find a copy of his schedule for the next month.

“This month is mostly empty,” he said, pushing the schedule across to Tarak. “I just finished shooting the previous movie, it’s in post production now. Couple of dubbing bits left though. But I haven’t got - I don’t know exactly when. There are a few parties next month that I need to make an appearance at but this month is just - wardrobe fittings for the next movie starting up in six weeks time. Just got the script for it. I hope this one goes well because the last one - I don’t think it was very good, I think it’s going to bomb in the theatres - I did think it wasn’t a good idea but -” Stop talking. Stop talking. Stop talking.

“When would you like me to report each morning?” Tarak asked him, thankfully cutting off Charan’s rambling speech. “I’ll need a copy of this sent through to my phone.”

“I’ll ask Raju to do that. And I go to the gym early five mornings a week, like about four thirty. Two mornings I go riding. When I’m in town that is. Is that okay?”

“You make the hours.” Tarak said quietly.

“I do have a small home gym but I enjoy working out with other people and my gym is fantastic. You can join me if you want, it’s a lot of fun.” Charan said, feeling a slight pang. Sudhakar was a fantastic gym buddy, he kept Charan motivated and kept unwanted company away.

“Okay, and afterwards?” Tarak asked him, after another long pause filled with Charan brooding.

“Oh.” Charan shook himself. “Afterwards I go home and have breakfast. Then a quick shower and I start for wherever I’m supposed to go by seven. To this office or shooting or whatever is on the schedule. I generally work till five unless it’s a shoot which can go on till ten. Most evenings I get off, I try to stay at home but there are sometimes functions I have to attend or people I have to have dinner with. Sometimes I meet my family or friends. That’s pretty much it.” He finished rather lamely, realising it did not sound very clear at all.

“Alright, sounds pretty straightforward.” Tarak said crisply, folding the schedule up and pulling out his phone. “I can start today if you want. Here’s my number, I already have yours. Just call or text me ten minutes before you need to leave and I’ll join you in the lobby. Is there anything you’d like to ask me?”

“No. I mean, okay.” Charan said, grabbing his own phone.

“Yes?” Tarak asked politely.

“What?”

“You wanted to ask me something?”

“Oh.” Charan fumbled with his phone and it slipped out of his hands. “No, I mean. Not really. Sorry.”

“That’s great then. See you later sir.” Tarak said, standing up and pushing his chair back.

“Just Charan is fine.” Charan replied, blushing slightly as he held out his hand. “And it is nice having you here - onboard I mean.”

“Likewise.” Tarak said, smiling slightly as he shook Charan’s hand again. His hand was warm and calloused. Charan shivered involuntarily at the touch, his heart picking up. His own hand felt clammy and cold. He wished he had wiped it before he shook Tarak’s hand. The tips of his fingers touched the cool wood of the beaded bracelet on Tarak’s hand, and he wondered if some girlfriend had given it to him. The thought of Tarak having a girlfriend suddenly made him feel a little sick.

“I’ll let you get on with your reading?” Tarak’s voice broke through again and Charan dropped his hand like he’d had an electric shock.

“Yes of course, let me see you out.” He pushed his chair aside hastily and headed to the door, catching his foot on his laptop cable. Charan made an undignified squeak as he pitched forward, straight into Tarak’s chest as the other man leaped forward to catch him. Charan’s laptop thudded on to the carpeted floor behind him.

“Easy, easy.” Tarak’s low voice whispered to him, like he was trying to soothe a nervous horse. He smelled like sandalwood and starch and sunlight, a woodsy, earthy smell that reminded Charan of the countryside surrounding their Bangalore estate. He felt his face flame up in embarrassment - he was a dancer, an equestrian, a runner - all things that needed excellent hand-eye coordination. Ten minutes with this magnificent man and he had turned into a ditzy feather headed idiot.

“They’re hard to see, these cables.” Tarak said, tugging Charan back into his seat and picking up his laptop. “I’ve tripped over them so many times myself.” He plugged it back in and smiled at Charan, his eyes lighting up for the first time since he had entered the room. His tone was kind and easy, and Charan found himself smiling back despite his embarrassment. “I’ll see myself out, don’t worry. Need to catch up with Ravi anyway.”

He walked to the door and glanced back. “See you later Charan.”

“Bye.” Charan whispered, and when the door clicked shut buried his face in his hands.

‘You’ll like him, Charan. There’s something about him.’ Ravi had said. Well there certainly was something about Tarak. Just his luck that he had to end up with the hottest man he had ever seen in his life as his fucking bodyguard. Someone he had to talk to and travel with every single day. Someone he needed to see in the gym. He wondered what Tarak looked like under his shirt. He had certainly felt like a brickhouse when Charan had laid against his chest.

Charan groaned and pulled at his hair. He was screwed.

#charak #charak is soulmate goals #CharanxTarak #alternate universe #my fanfiction #real person fiction #real person shipping

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rambheem-is-real · 2 years

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#charak #ram charan #jr ntr #tarak #/j for those who are worried about rpf shipping

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astrafangs · 1 year

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Jasmine Kiss💖💗💗

🌅💫🌼🌼💫🌼💫💫💫 inspired by @beingmes-blog 's fic

@mesimpleone @boochhaan @ssabriel @rambheemlove @ronaldofandom @doodlesofthelastpage @stanleykubricks @sulthaaan @burningsheepcrown @stuckyandlarrystuff @aaric-s-haven @badtabbywhitecat @fangirlshrewt97 @teddybat24 @ladydarkey @yehsahihai @umbrulla @hachinana87 @jrntrtitties @carminavulcana @ronika-writes-stuff @googoominami @373minami @beingmes-blog @bromance-minus-the-b @giggitygiggitygoosblog

#siddhara #siddha x veera #veera raghava x siddha #acharya #aravinda sametha veera raghava #charak #charak crossover ships #rambheem #rambheem fanart #burningsheepcrownfanarts #ram x bheem

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calnommer · 1 year

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if you romanticize good male friendships, you're actually propagating the patriarchy and justifying homophobia. just sayin.

and while we are at it, there's a difference between shipping characters and shipping celebrities. one of those is just wrong.

#some men are gay #some men are friends #stop confusing platonic affection for romance #destiel might be real but charak is not #destiel #even though i dont ship destiel #i see why that works #charak #also while we're at it #stop shipping celebrities #rrr #i know this has been said before #just saying it again

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tulodiscord · 4 months

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might write some stuff over at @tuloblurbs to distract myself

to do list :

• salaar varadeva / devaradha

• devadas (2018)

• rambheem

• and continue some old charak ships

#tuloblurbs #maybe i should dust off tuloblurbs #reminder #rambheem #w txt #charak #salaar #devadas 2018 #devadas #varadeva #salaar: part 1 — ceasefire #rrr #dhruva #temper #magadheera #jai lava kusa #rangasthalam #devaradha

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desipyar · 10 months

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calling all desi folks !

hello there ! i have been in the rp community for over a decade now on various platforms but it has always been hard to come across fellow desis to write with .

do you want to scream over your favorite ships like rahul - anjali from k3g or build up an alternate world to accomodate the chemistry that was between abhimanyu - rohan in soty ? do you want to talk about latest movies and old nostalgic ones ? across most major indian languages film industries ( telugu · tamil · hindi · kannada · malayalam ) movies , faceclaims and ship dynamics , look no further !

if you're a desi reading this and if you roleplay over at discord or are interested in doing so , like this post or send me a dm !! i would love nothing more than to connect with my fellow desi rp partners !!

full disclosure : admin is 23 and looking to write mostly queer desi ships with folks who are 20+ and desi ! minors do NOT interact .

i don't write as real persons or celebrities , i use faceclaims for original characters instead . a new character will be created for each rp plot / partner . plotting and headcanons are something i really enjoy so that would be fun to focus on as well !

smut can be written but it's a case - by - case basis on who and what i am comfortable with , but otherwise , fade - to - black is the norm . limits and triggers are respected so i request the same of you .

though , if you're simply looking to write females / sub characters only or wanting to use my male characters , then i am not the rp partner for you .

currently looking for m x m ships and plots , but others as well ! can't wait to connect with y'all !

me writing this post to gather us desi in rpc :

some canon pairings i am open to writing are :

rambheem ( rrr ) devadas ( 2018 ) abhirohan ( student of the year ) vandhiyamozhi ( ponniyin selvan ) devaradha / varadeva ( salaar ) karjay ( rang de basanti ) chittijai : jairava : dhruya ( charak ships ) rolexanbu ( vikram ) johndas ( master ) vikramvedha ( 2017 )

and a whole long damn variety of cross - movie and cross - industry pairings and ships !

for example : vijay deverakonda x adivi sesh , thala ajith x karthi , nani x rana daggubati , unni mukundan x adivi sesh , dhanush x sivakarthikeyan , vijay thalapathy x arjun das , suriya x nani , jr ntr x jayam ravi , shah rukh khan x r madhavan , vijay thalapathy x surya , karthi x akkineni nagarjuna , prabhas x jayam ravi , ram charan x suriya and many more !

P.S. this is NOT a writing call for desi-only writers !! SO non-desi besties who are into desi cinema can reach out too pls 💕 !

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hag-lad · 3 months

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I love @atlinmerrick and I’m gonna see her this weekend and NOBODY ON THIS PLANET is prepared for the level of insane blathering and flailing that we will commit while in each other’s presence!!!!!!!! People of Oregon, if you feel an earthquake this weekend, don’t worry about it! It’s just me and Atlin SCREAMING about Charak ships until our heads explode.

#matching my energy is hard work and brother. Atlin has clocked IN!#Indian cinema fanboy things

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jrntrtitties · 2 years

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JUST WANTED TO POINT OUT THIS SMALL SHOT CONTINUITY ERROR IN THIS SCENE WHICH CLEARLY DEPICTS RAMBHEEM COMFORTABILITY WITH EACH OTHER (AKA, CHARAK COMFORTABILITY)

The famous balcony scene:

Obviously this hand position shows extreme level of comfortability 😫💝

And then it continues to upper thigh 😌😌😌😌😌🌚

This is the point I wanna point out!! This next shot shows that Ram's hand was suddenly down....but I love that they kept it, because when Bheem raised his hand, they made it OBVIOUS THAT RAM'S HAND WAS ON BHEEMA'S😫😫🥹🥹🥹❣️❣️❣️ (even if it was for a split second, while on his thigh, while talking about his fiance ahhhh the tensionnnnnn!)

Just wanted to show these adoring eyes🥹!

@iam-siriuslysher-lokid babe, I'm gonna tag you everywhere I see or make rambheem now lol

@rambheem-is-real @bromance-minus-the-b @burningsheepcrown I don't have a tag list, but now I know that I should make it. I did t wanna miss out any precious people😫

#im pretty sure someone has already pointed it out #our fandom can definitely go that deep #we are small but mighty #this is both a rambheem and charak moment #charak #rambheem #rrr #ram charan #jr ntr #ss rajamouli rrr #bheem x rama #rrr movie #I'll go down with this ship

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burningsheepcrown · 1 year

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some jairava angst + fluff for the day...

also the mighty @fangirlshrewt97 wrote this fantastic but absolutely devilish piece based on the first doodle and I'm still recovering from it...

taglist:@fangirlshrewt97 @stanleykubricks @tulodiscord @bromance-minus-the-b @ssabriel @teddybat24 @rambheem-is-real @rambheemlove @jrntrtitties @sally-for-sally @ramcharantitties @yehsahihai @ma-douce-souffrance @budugu

@stuckyandlarrystuff @nyotamalfoy @veteran-fanperson @kookiries @pine-breeze @ronaldofandom @hissterical-nyaan @milla984 @sukitaee @bitchy-bi-trash @yonderghostshistories @whoareyouallofasudden @filesbeorganized @thewinchestergirl1208 @dumdaradumdaradum @iam-siriuslysher-lokid @rambheemisgoated @maybebees@m3gs1mps4a @doodlesofthelastpage

#jairava #jai lava kusa #magadheera #bhairava #jai x bhairava #rambheem #rambheem fanart #charak #charak crossover ships #burningsheepcrownfanarts

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veteran-fanperson · 2 years

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The Prince and his Tiger

Charak inspired AU. Here Charan is still a movie star, and Tarak is his bodyguard. Involves some smutty content, Protective!Tarak, Shy!Charan. Any names of NPCs are coincidental.

Not beta-read, please excuse grammatical errors. This is RPF, so if you don't like the idea of that, this is not for you.

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Tarak opened the door roughly, striding in with Charan’s little suitcase, his eyes rapidly scanning the hotel room anything suspicious. A bland room, like a hundred other rooms in a hundred other cities, its walls a pale oatmeal colour, decorated with muted paintings of sunflowers and pastures. He placed the suitcase carefully in a corner, switching on all the lights, checking the air conditioner, examining the walls more carefully for any signs of hidden cameras or microphones. It wouldn’t be the first time someone tried to spy on the young movie star he was in charge of. And considering the inefficient, useless organisers of this publicity leg, it wouldn’t be a big surprise if someone did slip past them.

“Tarak?” a soft voice interrupted him as he checked the bathroom, turning the faucets on and off. Tarak whipped his head around to look at Charan, struggling to school his features into something pleasant and bland like the tiles in the bathroom. It didn’t work. Charan bit his lip and moved closer, his backpack slipping from his shoulders. “Are you very angry?”

“I am not.” Tarak replied shortly, pushing past Charan, eager to leave now that his job was technically done. He couldn’t bear to look at the other man’s eyes, eyes filled with apprehension and a little hurt. “It all looks fine. I’ll check at 7 am tomorrow so we can leave for breakfast before your morning interviews. Most of them are within a two kilometre radius of this hotel. I’ll check in with Ravi and ask if there are any changes in the schedule and get the name and contact details of the chauffeur. Good night.”

“Please, Tarak.”

He never could resist the appeal in that voice. Sighing, he turned back around to walk upto the younger man, his anger melting at the lost expression in Charan’s face.

“Charan,” he said, raising his hand to stroke at the other man’s cheek, “Don’t look at me like that baby, I can’t bear it.”

The other man huffed as he slumped against Tarak, his backpack falling with a thud. “Then don’t leave me,” he murmured against Tarak’s collarbone, slipping his arms around the older man’s shoulders.

Tarak sighed, a great weariness coming across him as he looked down at the man clinging to him like a creeper. He patted Charan’s back lightly, stroking the long hair tickling his chin with his other hand. Five years ago if someone had told him he would one day be holding one of the country’s upcoming movie stars in his arms, Tarak would have told them to put down the booze. Five years ago he was in the bitter cold, blood in his mouth, one of his fellow soldiers dead beside him as a hail of bullets sounded outside their shack.

A small gasp emerged from Charan as Tarak instinctively drew him in tight, causing the older man to pull back in surprise.

“What’s wrong?” Tarak asked, his eyes scanning the other man’s face, concerned at the grimace of pain he noticed.

“Nothing,” Charan attempted to cover up, stepping back slightly and rubbing his arm. He winced again when Tarak grabbed his right hand and pulled up his sleeve, the older man’s eyes narrowing dangerously when he saw the red scratches around Charan’s forearm. Tarak’s fingers trembled slightly as he led Charan to sit on the edge of the bed, fumbling in his own bag for the emergency first aid kit he always had on him. Charan was quiet as he worked carefully on cleaning the scratches, not even hissing when the burn of the peroxide hit his skin. Tarak focused on breathing slowly and deep as he gently applied a bit of the antiseptic cream, noting with relief that none of the wounds were very deep.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?” he asked, more gruffly than he intended to.

“They were just over excited,” Charan answered gently, leaning forward to kiss Tarak lightly on the forehead.

“They tried to fucking rip you apart. Don’t tell me it didn’t hurt when those morons pulled out actual strands of your hair.” hissed Tarak, “The fuckers who arranged this shitshow didn’t even bother to arrange for a cheap railing never mind an actually competent security team. Look at this!” he ran his fingers over the scratches again. “Any deeper and I’d be taking you to get a tetanus shot. I’m still debating if I should.”

“No, I get hurt more just by scraping my arm when I bump into a wall.” Charan said, his lips ghosting alongside Tarak’s ear, his arms draping themselves over the other’s shoulders. “I love you” he added irrelevantly, now pulling at Tarak’s arms, forcing the other man to sit beside him on the bed. “Don’t worry so much.”

“It’s my job to worry, bangaram.” Tarak said, capitulating enough to capture the other man’s lips in a gentle kiss. If only the man in his arms would care as much about himself as Tarak did. Charan sighed deeply as he parted his mouth, his lashes fluttering shut.

***

If someone had told Tarak on his first day as Charan’s bodyguard that in a year’s time he’d be insanely, terrifyingly, overwhelmingly in love with the hottest star in a decade - and what was somehow worse, have the star be just as desperately in love with him, he would’ve - once again, told them to put down the booze. Celebrity security was a gig he got into after his release from the army, a way to make good money with much lower stakes, the only con being babysitting a bunch of egotistic entitled ‘stars’ who treated him either like furniture or an indentured slave.

Tarak had been apprehensive on his first day working with Charan, expecting to have to protect another spoiled rich prince whose reputation preceded him. “What’s the guy like?” he remembered asking the contractor, a thin balding man in his forties, his temper permanently frayed.

“The Konidela Prince? Rude, arrogant brat.” the man had snapped. “Wouldn’t even be in the business if he wasn’t daddy’s precious boy. His films have been a success for sure, and I guess he’s a good dancer, but his attitude ugh! Won’t even bother to look people in the eye when they’re talking to him. His press tries to put out that he’s this happy go lucky party boy but he’s really just a dull dud. Doesn’t have a word to say most of the time. That does make the job a little easier for you though, he stays at home unless there are industry events he has to make an appearance in.”

But Charan had been... different. He did have difficulty meeting Tarak’s eyes when he had introduced himself, and he had stammered when talking about his general schedule, but overall his demeanour was one of painful shyness rather than arrogance. As the days went by and Tarak got more used to the young man, he had felt his initial hostility being replaced by a warm protectiveness. And more than a little lust.

Charan was unfailingly polite and kind to doormen, hospitality staff, retail workers and his fans. It was only with his fellow industry people that he transformed into a deer in headlights, barely answering questions or indulging in small talk.

“I loved your trailer Ram Charan garu,” an upcoming actress had gushed at a pre-release party one month into Tarak’s employment, her hand lightly on Charan’s arm. “You look like you’re going to set the screen on fire for sure, I’m so nervous about my own film after your track record! Head to head Sankranti releases after all!” She had thrown her head back and laughed artificially as she continued stroking his arm, and Tarak had watched Charan’s hand clench into a fist as he attempted to laugh as well.

He did not succeed. “I need to get a drink,” Charan had blurted out instead, striding away from the astonished girl, Tarak hurrying up to follow him. Charan had blindly groped at a side door and rushed out into what was thankfully a deserted corridor, and Tarak remembered closing it carefully behind him before turning to the other man. Charan had collapsed onto the floor, his head between his knees.

“Deflect back the next time,” he found himself saying, “She was just expecting you to praise her back.”

Charan had snapped his head up to look at him, his face forlorn.

“My last two films bombed.” Charan had whispered, “I don’t think she was actually praising me, she was making fun of me.”

“Deflection still works.” Tarak had said, sitting on the floor beside him. “If someone is trying to throw a poisoned bouquet at you, the only polite thing is to throw it back. What you should’ve said was ‘Oh Archana garu, why should you be nervous? You always give such fantastic, refreshingly different performances and such memorable roles! I’m looking forward to watching your movie!’ It certainly would have shut her mouth, considering she literally plays the same ditzy college girl role in every movie.”

Charan had snorted out an astonished laugh and Tarak had felt his heart leap unexpectedly. “As if I could say half of that without stumbling over my words.” He looked broody again, “You’re so confident Tarak, I wish I had half your courage.”

And Tarak... he had felt sorry. So sorry as he looked at this poor boy, so awkward yet so sweet. He remembered putting a tentative arm around Charan’s shoulders, remembered the pleased surprise he had felt when Charan melted into his side. They had remained like that for a while, till Charan’s frenzied breathing had steadied.

“I wish we could just go home,” Charan had whispered unexpectedly, “I hate parties.”

“Go back and mingle, I’ll invent an urgent meeting for you in fifteen minutes.” Tarak had said, standing up and holding out his hand to Charan.

“Promise?” Charan had asked him, his beautiful eyes relieved as he took Tarak’s hand.

“Trust me.”

They had slept together that night. And nearly every night since.

***

The memory washed over him as he pulled away, noting Charan’s dazed eyes and red swollen lips. “I really should go.” he said, “I need to kick - talk to them and make sure that what happened tonight won’t repeat itself tomorrow.”

He attempted to stand up and then immediately fell back when Charan pounced on him. “Don’t you dare kiss me like that and then leave.” the younger man hissed, straddling Tarak. “You screamed at them plenty already and if there is a real need to, you can talk to them on the phone after, but I’m not letting you go.”

“But Charan,” Tarak had started to whine, his words cutting off abruptly when Charan attacked his mouth again.

“You can’t leave until your job is done,” Charan said, slipping his hands underneath Tarak’s t-shirt, raking his fingernails across Tarak’s back.

“What job?” Tarak groaned, trying to resist biting Charan’s willing neck. There were multiple photo ops tomorrow and Charan showing up with a giant hickey would get them both in a lot of trouble. “Bedding you?”

Charan huffed at that, punching at Tarak’s shoulder lightly.

“Protecting me.” he said, nipping at Tarak’s ear. Charan liked to bite, Tarak thought, gripping Charan’s hair hard and tipping his head back to claim his lips in a bruising kiss. He must have been a cat in a previous life.

“Protect you from what?”

“Monsters under the bed.” Charan gasped against Tarak’s mouth, his pupils blown wide. “Need you” he kissed Tarak lightly, teasingly. “I need you to guard me all night and make sure they don’t get me you know.”

Tarak blinked at him, at the sight of the half innocent, half hungry smile on Charan’s face. Then he grinned.

“All night huh?” he asked, pushing down Charan hard enough to make the bed bounce. “I think we can manage that.”

#charak #CharanxTarak #alternate universe #my fanfiction #real person shipping #real person fiction

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rambheem-is-real · 2 years

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The way you can instantly tell if it’s rambheem or charak

#rrr #rambheem #charak #guys I still don’t ship them but ngl they be sus

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celebrrration · 2 years

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Hello everyone!

As the RRR fandom grows, it is delightful to see the influx of so many new fans who are outputting the most incredible fanworks and meta analysis. So @stanleykubricks and I ( @fangirlshrewt97 ) are pairing up to host a fandom event to celebrate this movie we all love so much as a community! And as Diwali is around the corner, we thought new content would be the perfect way to lead up to the Festival of Lights!

This is a low-pressure event meant to encourage the creation of more fanworks for RRR. Fic, art, gifs, vids, podfic, you name it—all are welcome.

Posting for CelebRRRation will run from October 20 through October 24, 2022.

Prompts:

Day One – October 20: Firsts • Angst • Naatu Naatu • Recovery

Day Two – October 21: Action • Flowers • Dosti • Be Nice To Ram

Day Three – October 22: Music • Misunderstandings/Jealousy • Soulmates/Soulbonds • Animals

Day Four – October 23: Whump • Food/Drinks/Cooking • Bed Sharing • Tattoos

Day Five – October 24th Fire/Water • AU • Light/Lamps/Diyas • Free-For-All/Catch-Up Day

More info under the readmore!

Who's running this? @stanleykubricks and @fangirlshrewt97. Hello!

What’s allowed? Complete fanworks focusing on RRR, any romantic or platonic relationships are allowed. Fic, art, vids, remixes, sequels, you name it! No length requirements, no style requirements, all ratings allowed—do what you want!

Anything not allowed? Works for other fandoms (such as Dhruva x Daya, or any other RC/Tarak movie crossover ships or Charak RPFs), works that are incomplete at the time of posting, and remixes or other transformative works for other people’s fanworks that are done without the original creator’s permission. Anything else is fair game, as long as it’s labeled.

What about [insert controversial topic here]? Can I make something with x?/OMG someone made something with x! Anything else is fair game, as long as it’s labeled. This includes works featuring tropes and kinks that you may not like or approve of. As long as there are proper trigger warnings, labels, and ratings, it’s allowed.

Please warn for the usual AO3 warnings (Major Character Death, Graphic Violence, Rape/Non-Con, and Underage) and any subjects others may find deeply unpleasant, and clearly label any NSFW works!

What about poly? Gen? Poly is wonderful, and Gen is always fun. All welcome!

What do I do with x prompt?/Can I do [insert concept here]? Anything goes! Seriously, however you want to interpret a prompt is fine.

Do I have to make something for every prompt? No! You can if you want, but it’s not required. Feel free to skip days, combine prompts, create multiple fills for each day, anything! This is as flexible as it gets, we just want people to create and have fun!

If it fits multiple prompts, when do I post it? Whatever day works best for you!

What about a multi-chapter/piece thing where each chapter fulfills one day’s prompt? When do I post that? Post an update each relevant day until you’re done! (Just make sure you can finish it by the end of the event.)

What if it doesn’t fit a prompt? That’s what Day 5 is for! :D

What if I need to post my fill(s) on a different day? Life happens. As lovely as it would be to have all works submitted on time, if you are running late, just let us know when you are able to post, we will include it on the event blog. Late submissions will be allowed through October 31st.

Can I work on a previously-posted WIP? As long as it’s finished when you make your post for the event, sure! If you’re just updating a WIP without finishing it, no.

Can I start working now? Absolutely! That’s why we are announcing it now—so there’s plenty of time for people to make things.

Can I talk about/share previews of what I’m working on? Sure!

Where do I post? On Tumblr, post to your blog and use the #celebRRRation22 tag, which will be monitored. Tag the mods or this blog also, Tumblr can sometimes get hungry and eat your posts.

Do I have to have a Tumblr? AO3? As long as you’re on some kind of platform and can get a link to the work to us somehow so we can share it with the world, you’re welcome to play.

On November 1st, we’ll make a round-up post full of links to all the shiny things people made. If we know you made it, it’ll go in! We’ll also be reblogging everyone’s works on this blog during the event.

What time zone? The daily prompt posts will be going up at 12 am India Time, but as long as it’s the relevant day for your fill somewhere in the world, go ahead and throw it in!

(And if you want to sneak in some Day 5 things a little after, as long as they get posted before the Master Post goes up…)

Sounds fun! How do I sign up? No signups! Just post your stuff somewhere on the right day(s), and you’re in!

Any other questions? Send this blog or the mods an ask!

Looking forward to the event and seeing all your amazing works! Feel free to reblog this post to boost ♥ ♥ See you all then!

#rrr #rrr film #fandom event #jr ntr #ram charan #ss rajamouli #rrr 2022 #rrr fanart #rrr fics #celebRRRation22

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Tale As Old As Time... (Part 1)

Can I just say. I love this fandom. I love writing fics for it. I love writing fics for Rambheem. And now, Dhruya too. But @burningsheepcrown, though she pretends to be an angel is actually a demon sent specifically to distract me from my work? And deny you the fics you actually followed me for?

This isn’t a fic-fic. Or not intended to be. It was NOT supposed to be a story. It wasn’t supposed to be anything. But it turned into a monstrosity I will need to split and share in multiple parts. Look at what I have been reduced to. And does @burningsheepcrown grant me any mercy or compassion? No. She just adds petrol to the raging fire. She’s terrible. Terrible!!!

Anyways, here is a story that started off from her sending me this photo of Jai in Magadheera’s world. So, here is to another Charak Crossover ship, Jai x Kala Bhairava, or Jairava (first proposed by @tuloblurbs) . I hope it is interesting. For all the big rant above, I did enjoy figuring out the puzzle of this story.

Here we go.

Full work Ao3 Link.

(Next Chapter)

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Let me try to tell you a story. A story of love. A story of betrayal. But most of all, a story of coming to learn and accept a love you don’t believe yourself to be worthy of.

We have a Kala Bhairava at the top of his game, the beloved warrior and protector of the kingdom of Udaigarh. We have the princess, Mithravinda Devi, falling for this man. This beautiful, kind, brave and strong soldier who’s sworn to protect her. We have a king who wishes he could give his daughter her happiness, but a battle lies ahead of them, and he will not see his crown jewel, his most precious treasure, reduced to white sarees and unending grief. We have an enemy, the fierce Sher Khan, at the gate of the kingdom. And we have a story that does not end well for either the soldier or the princess.

Let’s change the story.

Let’s say that the enemy backs down when he sees Kala Bhairava’s bravery in battle, and the honesty in his heart. Who is impressed by the humility and respect he shows him. Let us have the mighty warrior king reconsider, say that he is willing to consider an alternative route other than conquest.

Let us have a petty and rejected princeling seething with jealousy as his rival wins the hearts of all whom he meets, and will now likely marry the princess. Let us have him hatching another plot, go knocking at the door of the tyrant king known for his cruelty and carelessness. The king who cares more for power and wealth than human life.

Let us have Jai as King Raavan, harsh and merciless where his namesake was kind and just. Let us have a man present him with an opportunity to disrupt a meeting that could leave two kingdoms exposed for his taking on a silver platter.

And because life is messy, let us have the compromise Sher Khan and King Vikram include a marriage between Khan’s nephew and Princess Mithravinda. Kala Bhairava is heart broken that even after everything he will not be able to be with his love. But he has sworn an oath on his life and he will not throw away his word. No matter how much Mithravinda begs and pleads and hurts him with her delicate fists. He gets her to see reason, and breaks their hearts in the process. It is necessary, even if it hurts so much.

Let us have Kala Bhairava leading the procession as Mithravinda is escorted to Sher Khan’s palace where the wedding will take place. And let us have Bhairava indulging in a rare drink because he is about to watch his love marry another, lose her forever. Let him be woken up by cries that the princess has been kidnapped. Let news come through that her intended has also been declared missing.

The two kingdoms are up in arms, convinced there is subterfuge and an attempt at trickery by the other to not go through with the treaty. There is foul play where the royal heirs are the pawns.

Let them receive a taunt from the tyrant king, and have both the Royals feel cold sweat run down their spine. If the prince and princess are with the tyrant king… King Vikram cries, sure that his daughter is dead, or lost forever. Sher Khan fumes that another was able to steal his heir from under his own nose, and starts to investigate how this could have happened.

Let us have a Bhairava who refuses to accept that the princess is lost forever. Let us have him volunteers to go retrieve her. King Vikram does not want to see this kind soul die, but he knows in this matter Bhairava will defy him if he is denied. He lets him go.

Let us have Bhairava infiltrate the kingdom of the tyrant king…and he is confused. All he has heard is how this is a place of misery, where babies cries go unattended, and there are more orphans than parents. A place where hope is minimal and temporary, and kindness has no place because everyone is fighting just to survive.

The kingdom, in reality, is just like his own. There is fear in people’s eyes when guards pass by them, but people are living. Children play and babies are laughing, and an old woman gives him one of the two bananas she holds in her hands because she heard his stomach growl.

Bhairava doesn’t understand. He goes to the palace. It is looming, and large, and dark. Painted black and brown, with mosaic glasses that fraction the light entering through them. It feels cold and he feels a shiver run down his back, like he is being watched. He manages to smuggle himself into the dungeons, but doesn’t find his princess. He grows worried.

He heads back out, and bumps into someone, feels a warm hand grasp his elbow in a punishing grip. He bites back the gasp of pain, and when he meets the eyes of his captor, gasps at the way the gaze seems to penetrate to his very core. His brain is screaming at him that he is in danger, that he is facing down a python, a viper, that he will die if he lets it bite. He feels his heart race and his breath stutter. But before either can speak, a crash in the distance provides just enough time for Bhairava to slip away.

His dreams that night are haunted by dark brown eyes. Not the soft ones that look like gold in the sunlight as the Princess’s. The eyes are the black of an abyss, the kind that you cannot escape if you fall into.

Let us have Bhairava eventually finding the princess is being held in the royal quarters, in one of the guest rooms. At night, he climbs the palace facade till he gets the right room and he meets her. Mithravinda throws herself at him, and Bhairava holds her tight. His heart still twists at the sight of her, but even in his head she has reverted back to being his Princess. His duty. Is his heart so fickle?

Before they can escape though, guards enter her room and capture them both. Or, they escape and the alarms are raised. Either way, Bhairava is not fast enough to take her out of the city walls where his most trusted men were awaiting them.

Bhairava and Mithravinda are dragged to the throne room. It is a massive, cavernous space filled with intimidating shadows, where the ministers are hidden inside their niches. Where the fire illuminates a clear path down the aisle to a massive throne. A swing hangs in place of a throne where a lone figure sits in a black kurti and snow white dhoti, with simple golden anklets around his feet, and two chains around his neck. A lone ring glints from his left upper ear. He doesn’t wear a crown. But what fool would not recognize him for what he is?

Bhairava’s heart pounds as his eyes meet the black abyss eyes of the tyrant king. The same ones of the stranger who nearly caught him on his first attempt. The same ones that have been haunting his nights since. The guards lead them till they are at the foot of the stairs from the dais, and make them kneel.

Let’s switch perspectives.

Let’s have Jai looks at these outsiders. One, the princess who is either foolishly brave, or bravely foolish. Who was so adamant that her protector would come and would see Jai’s head roll. Who even now, with a sword scant inches from her throat glares at him, refusing to bow her head. He would almost smile at her viciousness if not for her … companion.

Even surrounded by the enemy, caught trying to kidnap a hostage, knowing he will likely not live to see the sunrise, the man does not looked scared at all. If anything, he looks stunned. At being caught? He had hardly been cautious. Jai himself had let him slip that day by the dungeons. He didn’t quite understand why.

But no, the man does not shift his gaze from Jai even once. Not even to quiet the princess who starts to spew her vitriol.

No matter. A side eye is enough to shut her up. He rises, and he sees his guards stiffen as he descends the dais. Kaaka makes a noise behind him, but his advisor knows better than to confront him so publicly. He stops in front of the soldier, grasping his jaw roughly and forcing him to stretch as Jai yanks him up.

“And what is your name?”

The solider remains silent. Jai raises an eyebrow, squeezing his face. The solider winces. “Bhairava. Kala Bhairava.”

Ahh, the rival that snivelling rat had been trying to get rid of. Well that made sense, no one would choose that coward over this specimen here. Jai looked Bhairava in the eye. Bhairava did not flinch or blink or squirm. He let himself be suspended uncomfortable, neck muscles stretched where Jai held his jaw.

But it was not a passive lamb Jai was holding. No, those eyes burned with a fire Jai could feel in his bones, a need to do the honorable thing, and an innocence he wanted to sink his flesh into and tear apart.

“What were you doing in the princess’s room, Kala Bhairava?”

“Returning her home.”

“Oh?” Jai asked, amused. “You thought you could escape my pa-pa-palace so easily?”

The soldier stayed silent.

He glanced at the princess who had drawn herself up as much as she could in her knees, eyes burning with hatred as she saw how he held the soldier. Interesting.

“Would you die for her, Kala Bhairava?” Jai mused.

“Yes.” came the immediate reply.

Jai smiled, a terrifying smile that had too many teeth. He whipped out his axe from its hiding place within the folds of his clothes, bringing the blade to rest against Bhairava’s throat.

“No!” the princess screamed, a screeching thing that made Jai’s lips curl in disgust.

“Silence! Or I will have you ga-ga-gagged.”

He turned back to the soldier, pressing the blade just a millimeter into the soft skin. Bhairava hissed, but didn’t avert his gaze or close his eyes. Interesting indeed.

The serpent that coiled around Jai’s heart slithered in his chest, a curious spark being lit. Jai wanted to see this man break. See him cry and plead and beg. Beg for Jai. Beg for mercy. Beg for … more. Jai wanted him. It almost surprised him. He couldn’t recall the last person that had captivated him so.

He ran a finger down the other man’s cheekbone, pupils dilating when Bhairava shivered under his touch. He wanted to bite at that plump lip, bruise it. Mark his claim into that lovely neck, cover him in his declaration.

He stepped back, turning his back on the prisoners as he climbed back to sit on his swing.

“Rise, Kala Bhairava.”

The soldier did not stumble or hesitate, rising with the fluidity of a dancer.

Jai wanted to see him in silk clothes. See him decked in golden jewelery that set his dark skin aglow. Weave gemstones and pearls into his hair, clasp anklets with bells that chimed whenever he walked. He wanted to see him bow his head to him, to kneel on his own at Jai’s feet. He wanted to see those lips curve into a smile just for him. And see his back arch as he screamed Jai’s name. God help him, Jai wanted to hear the soldier scream.

“The princess can go.” Jai declared, sending a shock through the room. He saw Kaaka do a double take and try to say something but he raised his hand to quieten the noise. “You are to take her place. Do this, and she is free to go. Try to fi-fi-fight, or esssss-cape, and I will have my men cut you down where you st-stand. And then I will kill her. And then see your kingdom burn.”

“What?!” The princess screeched again and Jai regretted not gagging her. “Bhairava, don’t listen to him. He can’t be trusted.”

The soldier was clearly stunned, mouth dropped open in the most alluring way. Jai’s eyes were glued to him.

An eternity of a minute passed before the solider nodded clunkily. Something dark crowed victoriously in his chest, as Jai smiled his wolfish smile again. “Am I to be your prisoner?”

Jai shrugged, a careless gesture as he lecherously ran his eyes over Bhairava’s figure. “Prisoner, slave, bedwarmer, concubine. You would be mine to do with as I saw fit.”

“How dare you!” The princess spit out. “You will not get away with this.”

Jai’s smirk turned cruel, sending the temperature of the room plummeting. Even the princess stumbled back a step as she was the predator surface for a minute. “What am I doing wrong Princess? I proposed a deal, and he accepted it of his own free will.”

“Bhairava!” The princess pleaded, turning to the soldier.

The soldier paused, glancing at the princess before looking back at him. It was the first time he had looked away from Jai since they had been brought before him. It made Jai’s fist curl at his side. He never wanted those eyes to look away. “What of Sher Khan’s nephew?”

Jai glanced lazily at Kaaka, “Tell the men to drop him off outside the city gates.”

Kaaka’s jaw clenched, the look in his eyes promising an argument. But for now, Kaaka nodded woodenly and walked away.

“How can I know you will keep your word?” The soldier piped up. Jai raised his eyebrow at him. “How do I know you will let them live and you won’t start a war anyways?”

Jai laughed. Or rather, he cackled. “You don’t.”

Let’s switch back.

Bhairava is being presented with too easy a choice. His life, just his life, in exchange for the princess’s safe return? For preventing a war between the kingdoms that would result in so much unnecessary death? So what if he was stripped of his dignity? What if he was subjected to a life of hard labor? For all the man was menacing, nothing he had seen thus far led Bhairava to believe he would actually go back on his word. For some ineffable reason…Bhairava trusted him.

There was nothing to think about, even as Mithravinda was crying to his side.

“I accept your deal.”

That smile again. Bhairava felt his brain screaming again. He felt the skin of his throat still burning, and his jaw aching where that large hand had gripped it. He felt his knees still shaking, but mostly he saw his vision narrowing till the world disappeared except for those dark eyes. He felt hunted. He wanted to run. He was trapped by that gaze.

He was trapped, and he could not regret that decision.

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TBC…

Also, yeah the song is from Beauty and the Beast, but believe me those lyrics are giving me the exact vibe I want for their relationship.

Did this style work? I feel like I dropped it half way through... 😅 😅 😅

Feedback is appreciated.

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#rrr #jairava #jai lava kusa #jai x bhairava #kala bhairava #bhairava #magadheera #my fic #my writing #TAOAT

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