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born to write varadeva fics forced to work instead, please drop your favourite prompts so I have to something to think while I have the most questionable day tomorrow! (Preferably for ficlets)

#salaar #Questionable day is my birthday #But it's a Wednesday #Varadeva

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another new fic!

#salaar #varadeva #salaar fic #two postings in a day I am concerned about myself

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hello my dear lovely people, new fic!

#salaar #varadeva #salaar fic

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The aga naga vision was too strong, so here we go! (@coolsoundingusername thank you for putting this vision in my head sjshsk)

He is made to kneel, on the damp grass amdist the smell of fresh sea water. There is a blindfold around his eyes, and his hands are tied to the back, but he doesn't feel helpless, and oddly--calm.

"Untie me", Deva says, to whoever is listening, to whoever was here with him. Sure, there was someone, or so was indicated by rustling of fabric and the the soft clings of bells. Instead of a reply, there is a swift motion, and the sword tucked in his waist is unsheathed.

"Who are you?" , he questions, with an unwavering voice. Who-, and the sword is directed over his shoulders, next to his neck.

"It seems you have failed", the person speaks, and the sound of the voice, Oh, it makes Deva's heart skip a beat in realization. The bells cling together louder against the wind, and the sword now vertically point at the back of neck.

And there is a slight press, only the slightest to make him gasp, an embarressing sound in response to the pain.

Oh Varadha, what are you doing?

"You were given an order, what happened to it?", he is asked, and he tries his best to not smile, to let the facade keep going.

"It is something I will only be answerable to the prince"

The blade is dragged acorss his shoulder, "Is it so?", the voice mocks him.

In a swift motion, the ropes that bound his hands are torn, freeing his hands. Deva scrambles to straighten himself, and now the man, his prince, stands in front of him, with a sword pointing at his throat.

Deva feels the sharpness of the blade against his skin, and he'd be a dead man if it was pressed any further, but there was an inherent gentleness in the way the blade was handled, a familiar gentless reserved for him.

He carefully takes hold of the edge of the blade, grabbing them with bare heads and shifting them over his shoulders.

"Besides, the order has been carried out", Deva declares, rather proudly. How he had beheaded the enemies and ran a river of blood in the name of the second prince.

"Not that one-", he is chided, "There was an order to not keep your life at stake."

To return home safely. And, he did, didn't he?

Deva walks ahead, following the trail of blade held his hands, perhaps it pricks him little, and perhaps it stings against his palm.

"Marching against an army with a few men, what did you think?", He hears, but he is closer now, his hands past the hilt of the sword, now holding on the arm. The kadaiyam on the hand, and the familiar muscles he has held onto for countless nights.

They are closer now, feeling each other's breath, and it makes Deva chuckle, "Varadha, don't you think your pitiful lover atleast deserves to see your face, after coming back home from a war?"

"Devaratha, don't you think you are being very bold?"

Deva smiles, inching closer and hums, "You know what is really being bold?--", he leans closer while one hand clutched onto Varadha's shoulder blade, another hand crept towards the side, over to his jawline. " "It is this", he whispers, gently running his thumb over the edge of Varadha lips, and tilting his head upwards for precision and carefully presses his own on them.

#varadeva #salaar #prince varadha and his commander/lover deva #varadeva wip #the aga naga vision that was mentioned time again #varadha rajamannar #devaratha raisaar

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no now that varadeva are like this in 2017, who can free them from their shackled hearts? how do you live knowingly you are loved, was loved, anything, but you can't have love anymore. It is far out of reach--the aching from the separation, the emptiness.

I am not making sense, but I think about their shackled hearts, I think about their heartbroken lives, I think about the yearning that will disappear, hate or love it is a strong emotion, they can never forget.

#salaar #varadeva #I am little heartbroken

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this is literally the salaar guide, the bulletin board we wanted from neel THANK YOU FOR YOUR HARDWORK

salaar: ceasefire [2023]

rey's literary masterlist

opinions & interpretation:

"i used to call him, salaar"

"deva is varadha's person"

salaar: part two, the potential outcome

character analyses:

a devaratha analysis.

deva: a weapon

analysing varadha's psyche

varadha's motive

how varadha & deva handle emotions

the promise.

love. a definition. [part one] [part two] [part three]

deva's morality

"why rudra hates varadha"

themes & motifs:

ugramm vs. salaar

the umbrella parallel

deva as the devil, who was once God's favorite

unstoppable force meets immovable object

headcanons:

varadeva: headcanon edition

"how did deva find varadha after saving baachi?"

"if deva finds out rudra touched varadha's nose ring AGAIN"

"if deva and varadha hadn't met as children"

"aadhya's first impression of deva"

getting technical:

Prabhas' depiction of Deva's emotions

the colorgrading in Salaar

fic list: [ongoing marked with *]

sandalwood & ozone: a/b/o varadeva. soulmates.*

distance (a mistake i make every night): arranged marriage. hate-sex.

+ edits:

tere bina

obsessed

#salaar #varadeva #REY THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS

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meme 2(so catchy)

thanks for so many likes for meme 1🥰😭✨

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@fruit-salaar

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meme 1(so creative)

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@fruit-salaar

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Deva Vardha

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Quick Fic: Saints

TOW Deva tries to drown his sorrows, Varadha looks bomb in eyeliner and there's no actual alcohol involved cause they're both losers. [2017]

“What are you drinking?” 

Deva startles knocking over his glass instantly. 

Varadha just raises an unimpressed brow before indicating toward the bartender, turning away for a moment to let Deva look.

“Nothing major.” Deva says, his throat dry as a dessert. 

Varadha shrugs. “I figured you hadn’t developed taste in the time we’ve been apart.”

“I still like you do I not?”

“Yes, it is pretty tasteless to like someone who doesn’t like you back. What’s that like?” 

“Like a live-wire through my blood every time I look at him.” 

He turns away from the bartable to face Varadha. Varadha loved having the upper hand but he’s never managed to be so much as coherent when Deva got in his space. It’s a superpower Deva has always used liberally. He curls a palm around Varadha’s thigh, yanking him closer by it. 

Varadha, predictably shivers. Swallows. 

“You stopped the seal.” His voice is low and throaty. 

Deva presses his face closer to Varadha, grazing his lips over the arrogant curve of his neck. “There was a girlfriend involved. Not that you’d know what that’s like.” 

“Girlfriend? And here you are humping my leg. Not very good is she?”

“Very boring.” Deva promises, pressing a sweet kiss to Varadha’s collarbone. “Has a ridiculous foreign accent, makes me ears bleed.” 

Varadha snorts, curving his neck away to give Deva more access. “I didn’t come here to make out with you.” He says belying his actions. Deva huffs incredulously. 

Varadha turns around to face him. “Why did you stop my seal? I’ll have to kill you now. What a hassle.” 

“Hang until death? Boring. So many other ways for you to kill me. You can take off your clothes and get on your knees for starters.” 

Varadha laughs. “Darling the day I get on my knees for you will be your funeral.” 

Deva pulls Varadha up to his height by the silver coils wrapped around his neck, “You’ll mourn me?” He murmurs against his lips.

“Everyday for the rest of my life.” 

Deva kisses him then and as always Varadha falls into him, sweet and soft in his arms. It’s easy to tongue at his jaw, run his thumb worshipfully over the delicate fan of his lashes and the play of the club lights on his features. ‘You’re so beautiful it makes me ache’ he wants to say. Swallows the words down for all they feel like thorns down his throat. “I’ll never fight you. Your judgement is absolute.” He promises instead.

Varadha blinks at him, always, always caught off guard by Deva’s devotion even though he really shouldn’t be. A moment later, he smiles, a desperately sad thing that makes Deva hurt to his bones even as he tugs at Deva’s curls, a lost look in his eyes that Deva hates to see. 

Abruptly, Varadha stands up, as though ashamed of his own vulnerability. He turns away from Deva, the sheer little number he's wearing leaving little to imagination. “You should work on your own accent.” is all he says before breaking through the throngs of milling people and disappearing into the crowd. 

In Deva’s pocket, the familiar crinkle of a flight ticket for himself, mother and now Aadhya out of the country in Kansaar Kartha’s own private jet. As is customary, Deva tears them up and throws them into his beer jug. 

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Deva Vardha

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Varadeva Discord Server Link

We've noticed new people in the fandom so here's another link to the server! Lots of aus and discussions going on in here

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Deva Vardha

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Thank you to everyone who participated, hope everyone had a lovely time!

#VaradevaLoveDay Event

Thank you to everyone who submitted anything for the Valentine's Day event!

Fics (in order of being posted):

Cupid, won't you look my way? by Kikilandwitch

Other:

Let me know if I've missed anything!

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#salaar #varadevaloveday #varadeva

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YELLING SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP!! LAWYER VARADHA !! LAWYER VARADHA!!

You love me

Hello, this is my first time writing and posting a fanfic! The people on the server are so amazing, that I want to share this experience with them and everyone who loves #varadeva. Though it’s already a new day for me, I hope it’s still Valentine’s Day somewhere else. Hope you enjoy! Oh, strong language and implied nsfw, so strictly 18+

Chapter 1

"Deva make sure you bring the orchids to the venue tomorrow, I'll have to leave early to make sure the arrangements are perfect" yelled Kateri. Her son Deva just nodded while making his spiced hot chocolate. Kateri just shook her head at her son for only having consumed this drink in his entire life and not knowing the blissful pleasure of all the sweet dishes under the sun. At least he enjoys this despite being an ardent chiliphile she thinks. He brought his cup of piping hot drink to room and started enjoying it. He finds bliss in the little drink and hopes life’s gonna be like this forever with just him, his amma and his spiced hot chocolate. Oh how he’s proved to be wrong very soon.

“Deva, the owners community is rising hell saying they’ll withdraw their consent on selling their lands, as they are expecting way too much money. They are threatening to sell their lands to a big shot named Ranga and get this; he wants to develop a commercial space there” says Bilal. “Didn’t we already sign the agreement and pay the agreed amount? How can they raise their expectations now?”, Deva thinks. The project is already halfway through. The kids need this, they need a school, a place where they can learn and dream and not follow their parents’ footsteps towards labour. He instructed Bilal, “Let them sue, find a good lawyer to represent us for the lawsuit”. Though Deva was not showing any emotions, Bilal knew him enough to know he’s ticked, Deva put his mind and soul in wanting to gift the kids a school, it’s apparent he took this personally and not deal with his usual charm and chill. 

“Tinsukia Architects firm is retaliating sir. They’re searching for a lawyer and are ready to deal with the lawsuit” said Ranga’s assistant on the phone. Ranga just cut off the call and looked up to his boyfriend, and started whining “Look Rudra, a nobody architect is going against me when he should calmly step aside, I’m angry”. Rudra just clicks his tongue while lighting up his cig. Ranga could be a real pain in the ass if this continues, so he decides to fuck Ranga to shut him up and made a mental note to send Varadha as a Trojan horse to lose the lawsuit.

“Represent his case, make sure you lose, try to be of some use, instead of being a deadweight” spits out Rudra. Varadha just rolls his eyes and sighs. Here we go again he thinks, as he always won all the cases he represented and yet his dear brother is dead set on ignoring them, well he doesn’t care for his validation anyway. He heard about an architect pissing off Rudra’s boy toy and now he has to clean up this mess. Varadha wishes to be anywhere else than here and starts flicking his jingle bell bracelet he made with his mother. He reminds himself that he’s doing this for his brother Baachi and he has to continue doing it to not be disowned by the family. He wonders about the guy that’s about to experience the Mannar family’s wrath. Well, he doesn’t care as long he and his brother are left alone.

“The Mannar Law firm has agreed to represent us Deva, they agreed to send the CEO’s second son himself. This definitely smells fishy. Let’s reject them Deva, we can find some other firm” requests Bilal. It really does smell fishy Deva thinks. One of the topmost law firm approaches to represent him for social good? He calls bullshit they surely want to jeopardise them but he’s intrigued and wants to pivot the situation. He asks Bilal to accept the offer much to Bilal’s dismay. 

“Sir these are meeting documents submitted by the Mannar Law firm , the lawyer would be here anytime soon”. Deva gets all the materials handed over to him and he starts skimming through them, surprised with the neat and precise information and appreciates that someone went out of their way to prepare this when they are planning to betray him, maybe to induce trust and stab later, he smirks. Just then, the door opens. In enters a man with an air of a prince with confident stride. Deva’s eyes widen a bit, losing their arrogant gaze. He forgets the reason they are in the room. His eyes, oh his eyes. So expressive, yet restrained and Deva wants to drown in his pupils and find his soul. He now notices his lips, so full and bee stung. And at the chin cleft, Deva lost his battle with rationale as he desperately wanted to bite on it. He subtly takes a breath in and scans the rest of his body and made up his mind to pursue this beautiful man. A small part of him hates that they have to go through this meeting but he has to remain professional and level headed to win this lawsuit and he offers his hand saying “Hello, I’m Deva Mahara, your client for next couple of weeks, hope we win this lawsuit”.

“Of course this man had to have a deep baritone voice, just my luck”, thinks Varadha. He sucks in a breath quickly, thinking he shouldn’t have agreed do this. Thinking it would be very difficult to work with someone who is his exact type. This man must be a good foot taller than him. His droppy eyes are razor sharp, disguised with indifference. A small smirk playing on his lips as if luring you in to trust him, to let go of yourself for him. Oh he’s definitely willing to, willing to let of his being if his brothers life wasn’t on the line. He schools himself to not be an amateur and get this over with as he has to maintain his image of an overachiever in front of the entire world. And he takes Deva’s hand, “Nice meeting you Deva, I’m Varadharaja Mannar, you’re representative for the lawsuit from Mannar Law Firm and rest assured, you are in capable hands”.

The handshake must have ignited their repressed emotions towards each other as they stare into each other’s eyes. As the first thing Deva observed was the bracelet Varadha was wearing and thinking how well it suits this enigma of a man. And Varadha wondering how a man’s hand could be this big.

“Shall we start the meeting?”, coughs Bilal.

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happy valentines day, and happy varadeva love day!

#salaar #varadeva #varadevaloveday