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fangirlshrewt97 · 1 year

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Tale As Old As Time... (Part 12)

Could it be? Did this girl finally get her shit together enough to actually get back to the work everyone was waiting for so long that they are over it because of how long she took to get back to it?

Look guys, I have no idea when my next update will be, but I do have the entire story plotted out and am determined to see it though, so I kindly ask you to be patient and bear with me.

For all the anticipation, this chapter might be a little slow, but. um. Good things come to those who wait? I know I have made you wait A LONG TIME, but you have trusted me to come back to this story.

Also apologies if the chapter is a little rough, I am trying to get back into the groove of the story.

So, without further ado...

Full work on Ao3 is here

(Previous Chapter)

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Welcome back my dear. Last we left our protagonists, they were sharing a bed in slumber, the first step in their journey together formed between their intertwined hands. Now the time is coming to see whether this seed will blossom, and what it will bloom into.

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Jai blinked his eyes open lazily, nuzzling into the black head of hair resting against his shoulder. The scent of sandalwood comforted him into sinking into it. He curled himself from his back to his side, one leg brushing another’s.

The action had him snapping his eyes open as the world came into focus with dizzying speed.

He was in Kala Bhairava's room.

In his bed.

And Kala Bhairava was curled into his side, face smushed into Jai's arm.

Jai's brain may have been difficulty processing this information, but one half of Jai's body did not. It felt his the nerves of his arm in particular were directly connected to his lower half, the way each brush of Kala Bhairava’s eyelashes against his arm, or the soft exhales of his breaths against his skin sent frissons of static down his spine. Taking a controlled breath, Jai tried to put some space between them.

He didn't get very far. He had barely moved a few inches before a small whine from Bhairava rooted him to the spot, seeing if his bedmate would awaken. The space allowed him a better view of the other man's face.

The room was illuminated by faint tendrils of light, though very little made it past the canopy curtains. Extending his free hand to part the curtain, Jai inhaled sharply.

Even the small light seemed very bright after the darkness of the bed, with the rays casting a glow to Kala Bhairava's figure.

Bhairava.

The man had asked him to call him Bhairava last night.

As memories of the previous night flooded back in, Jai was torn between mild mortification at having come to Bhairava's room at that hour of night, and a stronger sense of accomplishment.

As he pictured their kiss, he could feel the phantom weight of another body, of fingers curling into his hair. He clenched his fists tight enough for his nails to bite into the flesh of his palm, trying to will his body under control.

Jai had taken bedmates before, spent the night in arms of both men and women. And yet.

And yet.

As usual, Bhairava had made every experience feel new, so much more intense than Jai could recall feeling with any other.

In the early dawn light, the other man's face was serene. He looked younger. Softer. There was none of the fear or hesitation Jai often saw in faces.

But Bhairava had never looked at him in fear. Hadn't that been what had piqued his interest in the first place?

Curiosity, surprise, shock, confusion. Even wonder.

But not fear.

Jai pulled back his hand, letting the curtain fall to plunge the pair in darkness again. The wave of want that hit him was new. Unexpected.

This man was driving Jai out of his mind, and entirely unaware of it.

Reaching out in the dark, Jai barely laid his fingers on Bhairava's hair, softly running down their length. Bhairava seemed to melt against him.

Jai needed to get out of here.

He needed to leave before Bhairava woke.

He would be expected at the palace shrine for his daily prayers, and he couldn't let the servants find his bed undisturbed. Gossip travelled faster than air within these walls.

Decision made, Jai slowly but surely pulled himself away from Bhairava. An eternity of five minutes, Jai was hyper aware of every point of contact between them. Bhairava's brows furrowing as he tried to tighten his grip nearly undid Jai. However, Jai managed to extract himself and slipped out of the curtain. Just before the cloth fell, he glanced back to see Bhairava's frown as he rolled into the space left by Jai, pressing his face into the pillow Jai had used.

Jai left the room quietly, walking quickly through the back passages till he reached his own room. Slipping in, he breathed in relief that he had not run into anyone.

He went and laid on his bed, knowing a servant would come in a minute to prepare his bath. And his timing was perfect, no sooner had he closed the curtains of his canopy, did he hear the servant's door being opened and water being poured in.

As he laid there, he pressed a finger to his lips. The kiss had been so much more than he had expected.

He sat up with his back to the headboard.

With his eyes closed he could feel Bhairava climbing onto his lap. The way their first kiss had been a barely there brush of the lips. The way Jai's fingers remember the shape of Bhairava's waist. The warring lust and nervousness in Bhairava's voice as he requested they just sleep.

The way a finger had hesitantly brushed his hand in the dark.

How their hands intertwined so naturally between them, as if they were made to be held together.

Jai's earlier lust faded into a deeper yearning.

What if he had stayed? Would Bhairava have been embarrassed? What would those deep brown eyes look like as they fluttered awake?

Would he have allowed Jai to kiss him? To do more? To press him onto his back, bracketing him between his hips. For Jai's fingers to tangle in those black locks as his other hand slipped beneath the thin kurta he had been wearing.

The clicking locks of the servant's doors brought Jai back to the present. Pressing the heel of his hand to his forehead, he exhaled. He needed to get a grip.

Discarding his borrowed clothes (but not before running his fingers over where the seams had split; Bhairava gripping it so tight he tore it) Jai entered the bath. He sank into the warm water, tension seeping away from his muscles. Running his hands slowly down his chest, across his legs and back again.

He grabbed the scented oils, setting about bathing himself.

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"Om Nama Sivaya" Jai finished his prayers, opening his eyes to watch as the priest brought the aarthi from the inner sanctum.

He reached out to hover his hands over the fire, pressing then to his hands, and repeating the motion twice more. A second priest held a silver bowl with theertha, sacred Tulsi water, which he poured a spoonful of into Jai's cupped palm. Drinking the water, Jai closed his eyes once more, pressing his palms together against his chest.

Bowing to the Shivaling, he rose from the short wooden bench.

He nodded once to the priests, who bowed to him.

Jai exited the shrine to find Kaakha waiting for him.

"Is it urgent Kaakha, or may we have our morning meal?" Jai said plainly.

Kaakha bowed. "It can wait a short while Maharaj."

The pair made their way to the royal wing, entering the dining room just in time to see Kusa throw a chikku fruit at Lava. Jai growled, making both brothers stiffen and scramble to their feet.

"Annayya!" "Jai!"

"I've meet st-street children with better manners than you two."

Lava ducked his head ashamed, while Kusa, as expected, tossed his head in the air. "Lava started it."

"I highly doubt it." Jai said drily as he took his seat at the head of the table. Kaakha sat down beside Lava.

"When did you come Annayya? I didn't hear the drums announcing your arrival." Lava asked softly, extending the platter of chutney for his brother.

"Near midnight." Jai grunted as he served himself.

That seemed to be a cue to pause further conversation. Of course his brothers could not actually be held to those standards. Barely a few minutes passed before Jai became aware of the unsubtle head tilts and glances being traded between the pair.

He placed his goblet of water more forcefully on the table, the bang making both of them jump. "What?"

Lava gulped as he ran a finger around the length of his collar. Kusa glared at him and spoke. "We met your little soldier friend."

Jai resisted facepalming. With everything that had occurred during his trip, he had forgotten about the meal between his brothers and Bhairava. Keeping his voice neutral, he asked. "And?"

"Looks like a girl." Kusa said. "Hey!"

Lava had obviously kicked him (successfully hitting his target this time). "Bhairava garu seems very nice, Annayya. Will he be staying with us for longer?"

Jai felt his eye twitch as he considered the consequences of stabbing Kusa. Not to kill. Maybe his upper thigh, he'd certainly been stuffing himself enough to have adequate padding.

"Indefinitely."

Lava and Kusa exchanged glances. “And…what is he going to be doing?”

Jai resolutely kept his eyes away from Kaakha.

"Did you behave?" Jai asked instead. There were too many feeling knotting together in his chest to make sense of presently.

"Obviously." Kusa retorted.

Jai's hand twitched. What the hell had Kusa said to Bhairava?

Draining the rest of his water, Jai signaled for the servants to bring the water bowls.

Soaking his fingers, Jai dried his hands on the towel the servant held. "Thank you Bhagesh."

Bhagesh bowed deeply. "It is my honor Maharaj."

Jai rose from his seat, only to pause when the kitchen doors swung open to reveal Arunama. "Maharaj!"

Jai's lips twitched. "Arunama. Can I d-do something for you?"

She pointed her ever present knife at Kusa, who shrunk back against the table. "Can you feed him to the snakes?"

Jai shook his head. "I cannot risk them getting indigestion."

"Hey!" Kusa protest was muffled by Lava slapping his hand over his mouth and trying to sit on him.

Arunama harrumphed. "Fine, then I need two more batches of vegetables to prepare for the Rajyasabha."

Jai nodded, turning to Kaakha. "Make the necessary arrangements Kaakha." Kaakha bowed. "Of course Maharaj."

"Anything e-else?"

Arunama shook her head. "Any requests for lunch Maharaj?"

"Whatever you decide will be more than sa-satisfactory."

Arunama smile, pride radiating around her. "Thank you Maharaj."

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As Jai let the arguments between Charuvat-manthri and Goopeswaran-manthri fade to the background, Jai once again pondered why he had felt the urge to go to see Bhairava last night.

They had disguised the trip as a routine trip through Jai's provinces, but their real goal had been the small area governed by Sarkar-manthri.

Jai had fought to hide his disgust at how the people there had all been skin and bones, hairs hanging limply as further signs of their malnutrition. Even as his subjects all came to see him as he rode up to the manthri's mansion, he noticed the children with the tattered clothing and the distended bellies. Had noticed how unlike the children of the capital that looked at him with wonder, these children shrunk away and cowered in fear. He noticed the barely held back contempt in the eyes of the adults.

The initial bad taste in his mouth had only grown worse as he was ushered to a grand feast that had been prepared in his honor. So much food hoarded to fill greedy stomachs as young souls starved outside his walls. And the attitude of the manthri himself, obsequious to the point of disgust. How he spoke in double edged comments, a compliment and an insult wrapped in one.

When one of the servants, a young woman who appeared more a girl, had accidentally dropped a platter of nuts, the man had hit her with his cane. It was only Kaakha's biting grip on his arm that kept him from throttling the man in return.

That night, he had been fuming as Kaakha had reiterated how important it was to keep the manthri from guessing they knew of his desire to oust Jai from his throne. While far from the only manthri acting against him, they had determined Sarkar was the pack leader. They could not figure out what the man’s end goals were though, for all that he was greedy and craved wealth, even he would realize he was ill-suited to governing. He was far too lazy for all the responsibilities the crown bore.

No, it was better to pretend they were ignorant of the conspiracies running through his court. Until they had solid evidence and a better idea of all the players in the game, it would be reckless and foolish to confront Sarak directly now.

The following few days had been a similar ordeal of patience, with Jai grinding his teeth enough to give himself headaches. He knew he had asked for the 'Raavana' reputation to be spread beyond their borders, but it galled him that even within his own lands, his people looked at him in fear.

Easier to manipulate people to turn against a king they believed to be the cause of their misfortunes, after all.

By the time it was their day of departure, Jai was ready to crawl out of his skin, given how much anger he was keeping pent up. Kaakha had tried to suggest perhaps they should delay their return until the building storm had passed, but one glance at Jai's wild look had him keeping his mouth shut.

Jai had held back until they had crossed out of the manthri's lands before pressing hard on Ahilan’s side, and torn down the path. It was unwise to leave his retinue behind when he was technically still not in friendly territory but he almost hoped some assassin would try their mettle against him at that point.

Some bloodshed might provide relief for the storm beneath his skin.

He had been severe on Ahilan, pushing him till the animal was almost collapsing. Only catching his breath as Ahilan struggled with his, Jai had led them to the nearby river and let the animal drink water and rest. They waited till his retinue caught up with him, and Jai listened to Kaakha's scolding with a twinge of shame. He had covered more ground during his mad dash than he'd expected, and if they could maintain a steady trot, could be in the palace by nightfall.

Of course the sky had decided to come falling down on them in the last stretch to the palace, in the open road. With no other option the riders had continued till they reached the palace well past the middle of the night.

By then most of the anger had been banked, transforming into a bone deep weariness. He could not recall actively handing the reins of Ahilan to one of the stablehands, nor how his feet carried him to a bedroom that wasn't his own. He did remember the way Bhairava had pressed a blade to his throat, and how his voice had broken through the fog in Jai's brain.

"-raj? Maharaj!" Kaakha hissed sharply, similarly bringing Jai back to the present. Kaakha looked at him with a curious expression, but Jai focused on the scene in front of him. Clearing his throat, he spoke. "Well? Has an agree-," Jai paused to swallow the stammer in his tongue, "-ment been reached?"

Both ministers looked mullish but they nodded begrudgingly. Jai sighed. If only he could actually order them as he wished. Or this squabble didn’t inevitably cause problems in another few weeks. "Very well. I will see you at the Rajyasabha."

The ministers bowed deeply and exited the meeting chambers. Kaakha, to his credit, waited until the guards had also filed out before rounding on him. "I came to check on you last night. Your bed was empty. What did you do?"

Jai's eyes narrowed. "Spying on me, Kaakha?"

Kaakha bristled. "Quite the contrary, Maharaj. I'm your chief advisor. It's my duty to know of your location and safety at all times. After the ... unfortunate horse incident yesterday, I assumed you'd go straight to bed."

"I did."

Now it was Kaakha's turn to narrow his eyes. "And where might that be, may I know?"

Jai shrugged. "It's not important. I'm going to see Ahilan now."

"But Maharaj!" Kaakha cried out to his back. Jai quickened his pace. He knew he was being unreasonable, and Kaakha was right to be anxious. But all he wanted to do was get away from all these politics for a bit.

And maybe find some more ... pleasing company.

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Notes:

“Om Nama Sivaya” - The mantra is the ultimate prayer to Lord Shiva, translating roughly to “Salutations to Lord Shiva”

Aarthi - Hindu ritual employed in worship, often part of puja, in which fire/light is offered to one or more deities.

Theertham - Sacred water offered to devotees, often infused with tulsi (mint) leaves

Shivling or Shiva Lingam - The Linga idol is the most common way in which Lord Shiva is represented in worship.

Manthri - Minister

Rajyasabha - Gathering held by the king with all their ministers

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burningsheepcrown · 1 year

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Bhairava ❤️😌🐎

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mellaga-karagani · 7 months

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bros, i love magadheera

ok byeee <3

I love it so much too, bro little me was simping so hard over bhairava 😭😭 (I still do 🤐)

Bhairava《Magadheera》Romance Dialogue Set

Requests are open, and my asks and inbox are always open!

“Hold my hand tightly, squeeze it and suffocate it all you want, and I will gently caress yours with my other while I whisper to you that it will all be over soon and I will protect you with my life.”

“How terrible it is to love something that death can touch, but so fulfilling. Death may only separate us, my dear, until our next meeting. Let us fall head first into love once more, shall we?”

“If you must die, I will envy even the earth that wraps your body, but rest assured. My longing soul will shortly follow you.”

“I have an entire forest living inside of me, and I’ve carved our initials on every single tree.”

“I will love you endlessly in every single lifetime until we finally stay.”

☆○☆○☆○☆○☆○☆○☆○☆○☆○☆○☆○☆○☆○☆○☆

Taglist: @allari-ammayi, @vellipo-mellaga, @vijayasena

Note: Requests are open, I write mostly for telugu characters, but I also accept general Indian!!

#x reader #yn #y/n #desi tumblr #desiblr #desi #tollywood #telugu #magadheera #bhairava #harsha #dialogue #dialogue prompt #prompts #romance

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hoomanwithpizza · 11 months

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Bhai is it only me ya kisiko yjhd scene by scene yaad reh gayi hai WITH the deleted scene at the mountain they claimed to go to the Bhairav Temple

My father hasn't even watched his movie, uncultured i must say.

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ramcharantitties · 2 years

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Chot

Kala Bhairava from magadheera x reader

Req by @yehsahihai

Bhairava breathed in as he pushed the cloth on his wound harder. Why won't it stop bleeding? He bathed and cleaned all his wounds, but that one particular arrow that pierced his metal alloy shield and tore his skin was hard to heal. He could get used to the pain, but the continuos seeping of blood on the yellow cloth made him dizzy.

The war began about a month ago and he was finally home now. Finally in his room, in the palace. He thought about visiting the royal healer, three corridors away from his room, but decided against it. What if it was something minor and he would disturb her as the night has begun setting in? Bhairava shook his head pressing on the wound.

He didn't want to have the adrenaline rush on her sight to intensify his bleeding. If that's how it worked. A small blush and hammering in his chest made it's way as a small smile on his face on the thought of her. The royal healer, y/n.

A guard came in soon, alerting the arrival of the king. Bhairava stood up to greet him.

"Oh Bhairava, you fought so well!" The king announced as soon as he entered the room. "I don't understand what would happen to our soldiers and the kingdom without you, son. I hope you know you can ask anything from me, from this kingdom. You've saved it countless times after all!" Bhairava smiled and nodded.

"I don't want anything majesty, besides, it's my job and honour to be of service for th- ah" before he could finish, the pain from the same wound he had been pressing on his rib ached through. The king was visibly worried. He looked down to see Bhairava bleeding.

"Go to the healer, now." The king ordered.

"It's late, besides, the wound isn't-" "I said now."

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"Y/n! Bhairava is coming" your assistant and a close friend, vedika, announced from the door. You sat up from your previous resting position, and started grinding a paste of some healing herbs. To appear busy. Vedika sat near you, reading the rope binded book.

Bhairava slowly peaked inside. You were working, he knew he was troubling you. He cursed mentally and knocked, standing by the door. You knew who it was, yet you carried on your play. Bhairava finally called out your name.

"Y/n?" You turned your head and looked at him, smiling. "How long have you been here?" You stood up and greeted him. "10 minutes" he said and you smiled. "I've been busy" you said and looked down at his wound. Your face expression changed in a split second, pulling him in and on the bed.

You removed the cloth from the wound and hissed at the sight of frozen blood. It looked messy. On closer inspection, you realized that it might have some infection. "Was it an arrow?" You asked a fazed Bhairava, still in pain. "Does it hurt?" He nodded, and you looked up to realize that he has been softly smiling at you the whole time.

The moonlight seeping like his blood tainted your skin silver, and the soft wind blew your loose locks that escaped your bun. Your saree pallu was taken around your shoulder, your glass bangles jingling. He couldn't help but stare at you, but on the other hand, you were sure it was from rising fever of his infection.

"Bhairava, I'm going to make you drink something, okay?" You asked and he nodded, again. You sighed and kept a hand on his forehead and cheek. They were hot, like yours. But for different reason- or maybe same? You gestured vedika to leave the room. She nodded, smiled and left with a bow.

You opened the bottle of a stored pain killer, made from various grasses and herbs. The only downfall of this painkiller was that it makes the patient go in a subconscious state as if drunk. You really weren't ready for confessions Bhairava would make but you cared more about his wellbeing.

He made a disgusted face at how much the painkiller sucked. You were even surprised that despite the medicine and the wound, he was able to hold himself up. "Bhairava?" You wanted to take off the cloth he wore on top for better access to his other wounds as the pain killer made it's work. "Hm?" He opened his half lidded eyes and you swore you fell in love again. "Can we take this off?" You asked him, and he nodded. Again.

The scars and injuries weren't as deep as the one on his chest. You silently applied a paste you made earlier, and he sat there, still staring at you. "Y/n?" He called for you, as you touched his forehead. The fever was the same but maybe the pain was lessening. "I am here" you said, and he nodded again. "You're too quiet" you muttered, ready to heal his wound on chest.

"Its normal to get tounge tied when nervous" you chuckled at his statement. "And why are you nervous?" You asked, opening a drawer and taking out a knife. "I'm always nervous around you" he muttered and you lit up the candle. "Bhairava?" You called his name. "Yes?" He replied, turning to you. "I don't know what you're gonna do with the knife but you look pretty holding it" he said and you gasped at his statement. You weren't expecting this from a drunk Bhairava.

"Well, do you trust me?" You asked, and his eyebrows furrowed. "Did you give me poison?" He asked. You chuckled, taking out a clean cloth. "No, would you drink if I gave you poison?" You walked to where he was seated. "Yeah" he said and you looked at him, gaping. Did he keep all that hidden in his mind?

"Uh, well, I'm gonna do something. It won't hurt that much but I want you to trust me, okay?" You turned his body around as you stood behind him. "You can lean on me if-" he didn't even let you finish, slumping against your chest. His head was leaning on slope of your breast, his shoulders below your chest. You bent down by his shoulder, your face beside his.

When you finally touched the hot knife to his wound, he yelped, digging his body further in yours. Bhairava's hand found your non occupied one and you held it, your thumb soothing back of his hand. It wasn't long when the process was done and you dabbed the mark with the cloth. You turned to look at him when his head leaned forward, attaching his lips to yours.

You were taken by surprise, but nevertheless kissed Bhairava back. The bitter and basic painkiller was evident on his tongue, and you could sense his dizziness in his lazy slopping of lips against yours. You pulled away and he couldn't even keep his eyes open, ready to fall asleep. "Can you stay still for a few minutes?" You asked and he nodded.

You hurried to get bandage and wrapped it around his muscular torso, right before he could fall on bed. You giggled, pulling him in a rather comfortable position, pulling the sheet on him. "Y/n?" You looked at him, expecting him to slur out a thank- "I love you" Bhairava said. You were frozen on spot at his sudden confession. Well, its not gonna be like he will remember this but you got to know his true feelings. "I love you too" you muttered. He smiled in his sleep, drifting away.

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hinducosmos · 2 years

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Bhairava or Mahakala About 14th century, Eastern Java, Indonesia Volcanic Stone. Dimensions 198.12 cm (78 in.) (via Museum of Fine Arts Boston)

#Bhairava #temple sculpture #hindu #hinduism #Eastern Java

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kokoreram · 1 year

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The lyrics used to sound like someone else’s story but it became ours

The only thing remaining are the ruined days

Playing this song in my small room

As I carefully call out to you again.

#rambheem #bhairava #fanart #tarak #fiction #slay #anyways 😗#Harsha

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ritish16 · 8 months

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Namo Kaala Bhairava

#hindu #hinduism #spirituality #temple #shiva #hindu mythology #lordshiva #parvati #kailasa #krishna #kalbhairav #bhairava #bhairavi #sanathandharma #sanathanadharma #mahakaal #mahakal

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luxshine · 3 months

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I adore Magadheera. It has all the stuff I love. Romance, Action, EPIC battles, A long haired warrior in the form of Bhairava, and a reincarnation plot. SO I just had to homage Sailor Moon (To be precise, page 11 of the first Naoko Takeuchi Artbook) with Harsha doing a henshin sequence into Magical Prince Magadheera Bhairava! By the power of Kala Bhairava, I will punish you!

#Calico chimera #Luxshine art #Tollywood #Ram Charan #Silly art #homage #fusion #manga #Magadheera #Bhairava #Sailor Moon #Sailor Moon homage #Naoko Takeuchi homage #Naoko Takeuchi #Henshin

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arjuna-vallabha · 2 years

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Bhairava eye, Nepal

#Bhairava #Shiva #deities #Nepal #shivaism

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bhairavabhakta · 10 months

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youtube

#lord shiva #bhairava #kalabhairava #hinduism #Youtube

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fangirlshrewt97 · 1 year

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Intertwined Till the End

Ok, so to preface, this is not part of the TAOAT verse, it just happens to be Jairava. That said, this is 100% @burningsheepcrown ‘s fault, so feel free to direct all blame at her. Because she not only drew the angst, she then prodded me about it.

Also, I typed this out on my phone in like 20 minutes, and have not edited it, so apologies for any typos or grammer mistakes.

Lan, suffer the consequences of giving me this art piece:

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Bhairava grit his teeth as he shoved his dislocated shoulder back into position. The palace was going up in flames, half his soldiers were dead, and the other half retreating with whatever population had managed to reach the back gates of the city.

He yelled as his arm still throbbed, but there was no time for rest. He pushed through the debris until he reached the royal wing of the palace, where thankfully the flames had not reached yet. It would only be a matter of time.

He ran to the Princess- the Queen's chambers, bursting in to find his nightmare come true.

With a yell, he threw the small blade from his waist belt at Raavana, to no effect.

He flicked away the blade as though it had been a mosquito. As though it had not penetrated his skin and wounded him.

Slumped in her desk was the Queen, injured and bleeding from the arm, but miraculously still alive.

"Bhairava no!" Queen Mithravinda cried, but Bhairava tuned her out, grabbing one of the display spears and rushing at Raavana.

Even on his best day, a fight against this man was a challenge that used to bring him the highest pleasures. For his size, Jai had been fast and immoveable. Now, injured and still bleeding, well Bhairava knew a losing battle when he saw one.

But he needed to fight. Needed to distract Raavana long enough for Mithra to escape through one of the passageways where he had stationed soldiers to escort her away from the captured capital.

He took a second, just one, to catch a last look at Mithra's face, knowing in his bones this would be the last time he saw her.

He swung at Raavana, but the man swatted away the spear easily, instead delivering a powerful kick to Bhairava's chest that caused all the air in his chest to escape as he was hurled against the wall.

Blinking through the pain blurring his vision he reached for his sword with a trembling hand, pushing himself by the elbow to stand up. Only to scream when it was kicked out of his grasp and a foot came down hard on his injured arm, dislocating his shoulder again. A heavy weight settled against his chest, further obstructing his ability to breathe. He wretched his eyes open to see a smirking Raavana kneeling on top of him, one arm resting on the foot pressing his shoulder down.

An almost soft caress traced his cheek.

"Poor little soldier. I could have given you the world Kala Bhairava."

"I could never have been with someone who plays with lives as if they're disposable, Raavana." Bhairava bit out.

Raavana clicked his tongue. "There used to be a time when you called me by a different name. Screamed it too."

"I was not thinking clearly."

Raavana's eyes flashed as he roughly grabbed Bhairava's jaw, yanking his head up, forcing him to arch his neck. "I could have come to care for you."

"It takes a heart to care, Raavana."

Raavana snarled, hand slipping to wrap around Bhairava's throat. "She could never truly love you. She could never marry you. She could never see you as more than a soldier.

I COULD HAVE MADE YOU A KING!" Raavana roared.

"Not all of us are willing to sacrifice everything for power." Bhairava choked out, free hand itching for his waist belt while Raavana focused on his face.

"You would die for her?" Raavana growled.

"My life is meaningless in the larger scheme of things, if I have to die so she can live, then so be it."

Raavana tightened his grip, making Bhairava kick out his leg as his body tried to escape the punishing grasp. Raavana leaned down until his breath wafted over Bhairava's face. "Well looks like you are out of luck, Kala Bhairava. You are going to see as I kill her, and then I'll come and kill you."

"You...you're sure about that?" Bhairava gasped.

Raavana's jaw clenched as he whipped his head to find Mithra, only to find the chair empty, and the Queen long gone.

Bhairava used the split second to swipe the short dagger from Raavana's boot, slicing up his calf. Raavana roared again as he lost his balance.

Bhairava pooled all his remaining strength to roll them over so he was the one on top. "You shouldn't have come here Raavana. Because now, you're never going to leave."

Bhairava brought the dagger down in a powerful swing only to stop a hairs breath away from actually stabbing him. His fist curled into Raavana's armor instead as tears clouded his eyes.

Raavana laughed. "All those words, and you still can't see it. You still care for me Bhairava. That's why you can't kill me."

Bhairava looked at him with hatred, and betrayal.

Raavana.

Jai.

How could he have been so wrong about him? How could he have let himself fall for such a monster? Why couldn't he slay the beast? He felt exhausted, the drain of the battle, the revelation of his heart.

He dropped the dagger, collapsing on a chest he had spent many enjoyable nights with. Except where those had been filled with pleasure and a blossoming love, here they laid in a room whose walls were being licked by flames, resting on a pool of their blood.

"Perhaps I cannot kill you Raavana, but I can make sure I don't die alone."

Raavana.

No.

Jai.

No. Raavan-Jai sighed. "If there was anyone I could have seen by my side in life, it was you Kala Bhairava. You will do to accompany me in death instead."

As the two broken, bleeding men laid there, the fire reached the roof of the palace. It would soon break through the wooden beams and bring the whole structure on top of them. In another universe this story could have had a kinder ending. In another universe, this ending would never have occurred. In this universe, as a flaming lamp fell, it's rod pierced through two chests, interlocked them in death for eternity.

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