hi everyone! this valentine's day, @deadloverscity and I present the first varadeva dedicated event! anyone is welcome to join by writing, drawing, editing, or using any other form of media, to publish on the 14th 💕
the only restriction is that the theme is happy varadeva, so no sad endings or excessive angst. there is also no rating restriction, so go wild on the smut if that's what you prefer! all we ask is that wherever you post your works, you use the hashtag #varadevaloveday and link to it on tumblr as well so we all can see what you've created! we also want to keep the event friendly for everyone so we ask that in the case of extreme content you do add trigger warnings at the top of your work/at the beginning of your edit.
although one shots are recommended/single chapter fics are recommended, wips are allowed - just make sure to post the start of your work on the 14th!
Deva squints through one eye, focusing on the sapota that hangs from the tree’s highest branch, slingshot pulled back and ready to disarm. He hesitates for a moment, tucking in his lips as he moves his hand just slightly lower to fix his position. Then, taking in a deep breath, he releases the shot.
The rock sails through the air, making its way to the mark, before missing it by a hair’s breadth. The rock tumbles to the ground joining its fellow fallen comrades in a small heap.
Deva curses, irritation passing across his features and he runs his fingers through his thick curls, wanting nothing more than to tug them out of his head as the humidity smothers his dwindling patience.
“Your curls are your money makers, idiot. Don’t go bald already, it’s bad for our reputation.” Deva huffs, turning around to look at his friend, unamused.
“You try to spend fifteen minutes failing to shoot down fruit in this weather and let me know how you fare.” Varadha just smiles at that, plucking the slingshot out of Deva’s hand. He picks up a stone from the ground, throwing it up and down as he tests the weight. Seeming satisfied with whatever result he was looking for, he loads it into the shot and aims up towards the top of the tree. Within the blink of an eye, the rock disappears from his grip and the sapota falls to the ground, only to be picked up by Varadha.
“Here!” He places it into Deva’s waiting hand.
Deva wants to look unaffected by it all. But seeing Varadha’s face breaking into a pleased grin at the thought of being able to do something that made Deva’s life easier stops him in his tracks. He doesn’t understand why that smile is so disarming, to the point that it has stopped his breath at times. Or why even just a hint of it makes him lose track of his thoughts, mind wandering instead to the flawless shape of Varadha’s lips that resemble the curve of Madhana’s bow. So, he looks down at the fruit in hand, peeling it as he tries to calm the pounding of his heart.
“Here.” He hands Varadha half of the fruit, looking up at him once more. Deva didn’t think it could be possible, but Varadha’s smile deepens further at the gesture and he pops the fruit into his mouth, eyes closing in pleasure as the sweetness of the taste overcomes the humidity of the summer day.
Nothing else needs to be said as they spend another hour among the grove, Varadha shooting and Deva peeling the fruits. Sometimes they’d stand together, watching as their mark would hit the ground. At other times, they’d sit under the shade, chewing leisurely as they discussed anything and everything, including how much they were annoyed by Rudra and his gang of miscreants.
“So…” Finally, Varadha turns towards Deva, wringing his sticky hands together. “My dad gave me money earlier today as a gift for doing well on last week’s exam. I was thinking, maybe you and I can use that today to go to the fair?”
“I thought you were trying to save up to buy that game?” Deva’s brows pull together as he studies Varadha. “Why the fair?”
Varadha shrugs, his long face turning off to the side. Once again, Deva is overcome by the sheer beauty of Varadha’s profile among the light of the setting sun that bounces off the greenery of the grove, to which he could find no other comparison but the intricate sculptures that lined temple walls.
“It’s your birthday tomorrow and I know your dad is going to be taking you and Amma out of town for a few days to celebrate. I just wanted to spend time with you before then.”
Warmth spreads through Deva’s body like wildfire at the statement. He knows how important that game is to Varadha considering it’s the first thing he will ever gift his brother Baachi. He’d been saving up for months to buy the Chaturanga set by Rakhi, hoping to teach his younger brother all the strategies the way his father taught him. Yet, he’s willing to put his goal aside for a second just to what? Celebrate Deva’s birthday?
“We don’t have to do that, Varadha.” Deva remarks as he nudges his shoulder, brimming with happiness at the implication of Varadha caring about him. For a second, Varadha’s face falls and his hand comes to scratch against the back of his neck.
“You have other plans then for tonight?”
“No, that’s not what I’m saying and you know it.” Deva tilts his head, gazing rather fondly at his friend. It always amused him how Varadha seemed to be the smartest boy he knew, yet the dumbest at the same time. Charming. “I’m saying that I don’t need to be at a festival with you to enjoy my birthday. I’m just as happy here as I would be over there. What it ends up coming down to is you, ra. There’s no need to go around doing something like wasting your money on me when you should be saving it up for Baachi.”
“You’re so thick-skulled sometimes.” Varadha shoves his shoulders, sending Deva tumbling towards the roots before springing back to his original place. “I’m asking because I want to do this with you, asshole. So, can we just go and celebrate before you disappear for an entire week?”
Deva couldn’t possibly say no.
~*~
“It’s your birthday, Deva. I’m pretty sure I should be getting you something, not the other way around.” Varadha huffs as he tries to settle the giant toy Deva won him somewhere across his shoulders. Deva refuses to hold back his laughter at the sight of the big, orange monkey draped colorfully across the black canvas of Varadha’s lanky frame. At the sight of the laughter, Varadha replies with a playful push against his arm, almost toppling over when he forgets to balance out the extra weight of the stuffed animal.
Deva catches him in the nick of time, pulling with slightly too much power that it brings him and Varadha chest-to-chest, so close that he could make out the fading details of a dark mark on Varadha’s cheek. He swallows tightly, not understanding the sudden constriction of his chest as Varadha’s gaze meets his, so open and tender, despite the annoying primate dangling behind him.
“Learn how to be careful will you? I won’t always be around to catch you, you clutz.” Deva means for it to sound firm, but is almost embarrassed by how breathy it comes out of him. Varadha doesn’t seem to notice however as he steps away with a roll of his eyes.
“Please, there isn’t anything we could fight about that would break us up like that.” Finally, he ties the legs of the animal around his waist, a triumphant gleam in his eyes when it stays in place. “Hell yeah! Finally figured it out!”
“You know you also could’ve given it away or left it on the streets? It’s just a toy.” Deva laughs, catching up to him again.
“Are you insane? It’s mine now. I’m not parting from it for all the gold in the world.”
They spend the rest of the night aimlessly wandering around the festival. Sometimes they play the games set up by vendors, winning too many prizes by the end of it all, that they end up giving them away to the smaller kids around them. They go up to the food stalls, ordering chaat and sharing it as they watch people go by, idly commenting on what must be going on in each of their lives. They hop on the roller coaster, pendulum, and wipeout in quick succession, taking a moment to soothe their stomachs by riding in a swan boat across the small pond.
Finally as the night draws to an end, Varadha tugs a pleasantly tired Deva along to grab a bag of cotton candy that he insists they eat on the Ferris Wheel where they can get the best view of Khansar. They walk through the crowds of people, under the glowing canopy of lights, dragging the monkey and bag of cotton candy behind them as they make their way towards the giant circle that looms over the festival. To Varadha, it looks like it could almost be as big as his Shiva Mannar’s court. Though, that might just be because of the balmy buzz that was overtaking him this night as he spends time in Deva’s presence.
He hadn’t let Deva know, but Varadha has been on edge for days now as the family trip approaches. It’s selfish of him to want Deva near him at all times when he knows how much Deva looks forward to the outings since Dhaara is a busy man and can only spend so much time with his family. But when he is able to make time, he takes them to some of the most beautiful locations across the world.
During a dinner at his home one night, Deva expressed his favorite place so far had been the Channakeshava temple in Belur, where he claimed the intricacy of the sculptures was so mesmerizing that he felt as if his eyes weren’t enough to take in the beauty. Dhaara meanwhile, explained to Varadha with pride how the temple took three generations, over the span of a hundred years, to be built, and despite how many times it was pillaged and plundered, it was repeatedly rebuilt and repaired and has lasted to this day.
Then, Dhaara looked at Varadha, really looked at him, stating the history of the temple wasn’t quite so different from that of Khansar. That the beauty of this city too, came not only from its foundation but its ability to grow and thrive despite the toils it faced during its history. There was something about the conviction in his tone that shook Varadha to the core and he could suddenly understand why his grandfather had such a soft spot for this man. Then Dhaara’s demeanor changed and he was back to being a jovial man who’s charming nature was enough to light up the dim room they were sitting in.
That night, as Deva walked him home, he handed him a picture he had taken of one of the sculptures with a shrug, stating how he didn’t have to take it. It was just something he saw that reminded him of Varadha.
To this date, the picture was taped to the wall in his room, above his desk. Sometimes he’d catch himself looking at it as he finished his homework, wondering what exactly Deva noticed about it that reminded him of Varadha. In the end, all he could make out was a stunning sculpture with a sweet smile.
Still, the small picture and the never ending trinkets lined up beneath it, always brought with them a deep sense of euphoria because it seemed that Deva too would think of him when he was away. It wasn’t just Varadha waiting for his return.
It won’t be till years later, during Deva’s absence, that Varadha will come to understand his feelings. It won’t be till then that he realizes that he didn’t just love his dear friend, but that he was in love with him.
But for this night, he tried to set aside his anxiety surrounding Deva’s departure and let a glowing smile light his lips as they sat across from each other in the small compartment of the wheel, their knees brushing against each other. As they passed from point to point, they’d gaze out of their cart, letting the sweet candy melt against their tongues as they took in the bright lights of the city.
“Thank you for this,” Deva murmurs once they get high enough that the sounds of the festival begin to dim. “I had a lot of fun.” Varadha shakes his head at him, getting up from his seat and plastering himself next to Deva instead.
“I feel like I remember telling you before that there’s no need for please and thank you between friends?”
“Yeah, yeah. But still. It’s been a lot of fun and I know it’s dumb to say since it’ll only be a week, but I’ll miss you when I’m gone.”
Varadha doesn’t know how to answer, so he throws an arm against Deva’s shoulder and pulls him in closer.
“I guess we’re both dumb then because I’ll miss you too.” At that, one of Deva’s arms comes up behind him, wrapping across his torso. They rest their heads against each other, young minds not being able to put a name to the feeling expanding between them, but content to be in each other’s company without seeking an answer.
A clanging sound interrupts them and they pull apart in time to see the distant clock tower striking midnight, their cart coming to a stop at the top-most point.
“Shit, Amma’s gonna kill me.” Deva shoots up in his seat, panic shutting off his ability to think. He can’t believe he didn’t notice just how much time had passed.
“Rey!” Varadha grabs his arm and pulls him down when the cart begins to swing from the momentum. “Sit down will you! What are you going to do? Jump off?”
“I don’t know! Maybe.” Deva groans, burrying his face in his hands. “I already got in trouble last week for going home late after we went to the movies. She’s going to murder me, ra.”
“Don’t worry,” Varadha peels his hands off his face. “I already talked to her and got permission to keep you out late today. She won’t kill you, not for this.” The tension melts off of Deva’s face, only for confusion to take over in its stead.
“This late? Why?”
“Na potti bangaram kosam (For my short gold). Happy birthday, ra.” Varadha playfully pinches Deva’s cheek and laughs when he shoves him away, face souring. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a short necklace, handing it over to Deva who observes the square pendant hanging from a black thread. “My mom helped me find it, she said it’s a charm for good luck. I just thought it looked cool.” Varadha shrugs, trying not to make it seem like too big of a deal.
Deva just swallows, looking intently at the silver pendant resting in his palm. It makes Varadha nervous enough that he grabs it out of his hand and pulls it over Deva’s head.
“See! It looks great on you!” Varadha beams at the choker lying at the dip of Deva’s neck. “Mannarsi craftsmanship is unbeatable you know?”
“I beg to differ,” Deva says immediately, but then his voice softens noticeably. “But yeah, this gift is hard to beat.”
~*~
When they walk home that night, it’s in anything but silence. Varadha shares the story of how he happened upon the necklace and thought it’d be perfect for Deva considering how he keeps ending up in dangerous situations. Deva defends himself saying that he only gets roped into those things because of Varadha, to which he can’t argue. The words keep drifting from their lips even as they approach the intersection where they need to separate to get home. Yet, they stand at the street corner, bringing up the most redundant of tales in an effort to make the night last longer.
Finally, they pull themselves into a bone-crushing hug, clinging to each other as the cool breeze brushes against them.
Unable to part just yet, they stay there for a while longer, letting time pass them by under the midnight sky.
~*~
Author's Note:
So sorry for the late post! Really tried to get it out by Valentine's Day but I was traveling and kept falling asleep as I wrote. But I've been having so much fun getting to see everyone else's work! Love the talent in this fandom!
A huge thank you to @rambheem-is-real and @deadloverscity for hosting this event!
Heys guys what's up! Here is my submission for the Varadeva love day event. This is my first time writing a fanfic AU. I hope you guys will love it as much as I do. Enjoy!!
"Harana"
Varadeva AU College Fic
Deva is not really much of a romantic guy. In fact he's not the kind of guy to fall easily with words of affection that comes from most of his classmates who admires him. It's not his fault that he's THE GUY that almost everyone else falls for. Being the captain of the football team and vice president of their university student council. It's the day before Valentines after all that is why he is already been receiving letters with chocolates that invites him to be their date for the Sweethearts Dance tomorrow night. It's all flattering really and he does not want to reject each person that gives him the letters. He just accepts it and decides to give the chocolates to his mother when he comes home later.
"Deva wait up!!" Aadhya calls behind him as he makes his way into their next class.
"Have you gotten any letters yet for the dance tomorrow?" Aadhya teases him while they walk side by side. He then shows her the inside of his bag containing the said letters given to him early in the morning.
"Oh wow. So have you picked anyone yet? To be your date for the dance tomorrow?" Aadhya continues.
He shakes his head. "No not yet." The person he wants to be with tomorrow does not even know that he loves him. His bestfriend since they were kids. And also the president of the student council. Varadharaja Manaar. He does not voice this out to Aadhya afraid of being criticized by her. Or maybe there's a possibility that Aadhya can help him confess his feelings to Vara. He hesitates. Stops midway to the room. Just as he was about to call for Aadhya who's already at the door of the room comes Varadha the opposite way towards him. He stops in his tracks to take in the image of Vara before him wearing blue shirt with a few buttons popped opened revealing his chest hair. Deva's mesmerized by this man who has no idea that his bestfriend is inlove with him for years now.
"Hey Deva! Got any plans yet for the dance tomorrow?" Vara asks him pulling him out of trance. Vara walks over to him wrapping an arm around his shoulders
"No not yet. I haven't asked anyone yet to be my date for tomorrow. Though I may have receive a few letters asking me to be their date" Deva then showed his bag full of letters. He is a bit nervous now cause of the way he is staring at Vara a while ago and he hopes Vara does not notice it.
"Huh. You think you're the only one with those letters?" Vara then shows Deva his bag which to his suprise is also full of letters. He almost forgot that he is not the only famous one here at the university. His Varadha also attracts lots of women in their university. Wait did he just called Varadha "his"? He really is in a lot of trouble now. He needs to confess his feelings or else it might be too late for him. But he is scared that it will be the end of their friendship. He can take the rejection but the friendship that they build all these years he does not think he can bear the pain that will come if ever their friendship falls apart because of what he will confess to him.
" Are you ok Deva? You don't seem too well now. I'm sorry if I offended you by showing these letters. It's nothing really. I haven't ask anyone yet" Varadha apologizes thinking it was his fault that Deva feels anxious now thinking of the possible outcomes when he confesses to Varadha.
"No I'm fine. Just feeling a little bit sick that's all. Just a headache"
"Hey you two class is about to start get inside the room now come on" Aadhya calls them by the door.
The whole day passes by quickly without Deva even noticing it. He still plans to confess to Varadha tomorrow and has no idea how to do it. It will be a perfect time since it's Valentines day tomorrow. He searches for Aadhya along the corridor to ask for help since they been close friends for a few years now.
Aadhya emerges from the corridor from the west side of the building.
"Hey Deva! I need your help with something. Come with me" Aadhya starts to drag him by his arm through the corridor that leads to the student council room. The doors are close and there seems to be someone else inside strumming a guitar.
"Do we have a meeting I didn't know about? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Aadhya is also a a part of the student council. She's the treasurer. Aadhya does not respond to him but instead opens the door. His heart has started to beat real fast when he recognizes the person sitting on a stool with a guitar on his lap. Varadha. He smiles at him while scratching the back of his head also looking nervous as he is. The door closed and they were now the only ones in the room. That is when he noticed the sign behind Varadha. Written in a white banner with red font are the words, "WILL YOU BE MY VALENTINE?" He is now confused and he does not want to get his hopes up about Varadha's feelings for him.
"What is this Vara?" He finally had the courage to speak first after the silence that passed between them
"Uhmm I figured since you already got letters and chocolates I thought I'd do something different to tell you how I feel about you"
He is not able to say anything. Varadha takes that as a cue to start strumming the guitar to a familiar tune he seems to remember vaguely in his memories. And now Varadha started to sing.
"You're the one that never lets me sleep
To my mind, down to my soul, you touch my lips
You're the one that I can't wait to see
With you here by my side, I'm in ecstasy
I am all alone without you
My days are dark without a glimpse of you
Now that you came into my life, I feel complete
The flowers bloom, my morning shines, and I can see
Your love is like the sun that lights up my whole world
I feel the warmth inside
Your love is like the river that flows down through my veins
I feel the chill inside
Every time I hear our music play
Reminds me of the things we've been through
In my mind, I can't believe it's true
But in my heart, the reality is you"
Varadha singing the song with full of emotions while looking at him. Then it clicked in Deva's mind that this is the favorite song of Varadha he never really knew why but he understands now. The happiness in his heart is unexplainable now the he knows that Varadha feels the same way for him. He waits for Varadha to finish the song. He always loved his beautiful voice ever since their highschool days.
"I guess this the part where I ask will you---
He does not let Varadha finish as he cups his face and kissed him on the lips. Soft and smooth just like he had imagined. Varadha was taken by surprise of his actions but kisses him back after a few seconds. Varadha can't seem to get enough of him as he deepened the kiss. They stopped kissing just to catch their breaths and he leaned in to put his forehead on Varadha's. Both of them panting and grinning like fools.
"I take it you feel the same way about me?" Varadha grins while looking up at him
"Yes. I do. I guess I'm just too scared to confess my feelings for you because of the fear of being rejected"
"I guess were both fools then. And we have Aadhya to thank for making me confess my feelings to you"
"Which reminds me I have something to give you" Deva reaches out for his pocket to reveal a locket necklace and gives it to Varadha who opens it to reveal their pictures inside.
"Let me" Deva takes the necklace from Varadha and puts it on him. Deva did not fight the urge as he kissed Varadha on the neck then continued to hold his jaw to make Varadha face him as kissed him again.
"So where did you get this idea?" Deva ask after a while
"I had a classmate wayback freshmen year. She is an English major. She said that in their culture when you want to court someone or to simply confess your feelings to them you sing them a song that conveys your feelings for that person. They call it "Harana" in their native language"
"Well I really am glad that you did this for me" Deva can't stop smiling.
"Only for you my Deva" Varadha kissed his nose making his heart flutter with happiness
"I love you my Varadha" Deva can't stop himself from kissing the love of his life.
"You'll be my date tomorrow for the dance. Got it?" Varadha demanded as he pulled away from the kiss.
"I have no other choice now do I?" Deva chuckles as he teased Varadha who kissess him to shut him up.
So...@rambheem-is-real and @deadloverscity announced the Varadeva Love Day and I had not written in so long, so I decided it was time to upload this WIP.
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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.
Ee Varsham Sakshiga [With the Rain as Our Witness]
My submission for #varadevaloveday!
On the way back from Vedha's housewarming party, Deva and Varadha run into a storm. They take shelter in a hut, and Varadha suggests Truth or Dare. Which is a terrible game to play when you've been pining over your best friend for more than two decades.
Or: Modern AU Varadeva
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“If you’re tired, go to sleep, raa,” Deva tells Varadha, breaking the sound of raindrops hitting the windshield of their rental car.
Damn, Varadha thinks.
Was Varadha tired? Yes. Was he actually pretending to be sleeping so he could ogle the other man? Also yes. Now he could either deny it, forcing himself to stay awake when his eyes probably wouldn’t stay open after the next few minutes and look like an idiot, or he could actually go to sleep, missing out on the wonderful sight of Deva driving. The angle at which he lifted the arm closest to Varadha as he steered was enough to ensure Varadha could see the muscle hidden beneath Deva’s dress shirt, a rare article of clothing for someone who usually preferred ratty T-shirts or tank tops. Deva had complained about it, of course.
“Why the fuck were these torture devices invented?” Deva had snapped, fed up with being unable to fasten the tie to his neck. Varadha, already dressed up, had just laughed at him.
“How are you, at your big age, unable to tie a tie?”
Deva just pouted, eyes pleading. And how could Varadha resist that?
He had obliged, sliding off his perch on Deva’s desk to help him. Varadha’s fingers had felt like they were touching a live wire with every brush of his fingers against Deva’s neck, and the scent of Deva’s cologne so close hadn’t helped matters.
“There, now you won’t look like a hobo at Vedha’s housewarming party,” Varadha jokes.
“Vedha dresses just like me,” Deva complains.
“Not today, he won’t.”
Varadha had been right, all of their friends had shown up wearing some of their best. Not as fancy as the suits they had been wearing for the wedding a few months ago, but still classy.
Now, the tie had been loosened, laying around his neck in a way that had Varadha imagining different circumstances. It did nothing to conceal the way the first few buttons on Deva’s shirt had been loosened, exposing Deva’s chest. Hence, the secret ogling. Varadha pushes down the instinctive fear that Deva had realized what was going on, that he had somehow found out about Varadha’s feelings. If Deva hadn’t realized in the last thirty years they had known each other, he damn well wasn’t figuring it out now.
“Alright,” Varadha sighs. “My wonderful driver, wake me up when we get to your home.”
Varadha closes his eyes and leans onto the window, smiling at the chuckle he hears. The sound is more of a deep rumble with Deva’s voice, and it’s heavenly. Still smiling, Varadha lets thoughts of Deva lull him into sleep.
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The sound of the wipers furiously scrubbing the windshield breaks Varadha out of his nap. He opens his eyes to see a blur of water droplets and vague images of the road ahead of them.
“Arey, em kanipisthundi ra neeku? [Dude, what can you see?]” He scoffs. “The rain’s gotten so much worse.”
Deva grits his teeth. “I’m fine. Go back to sleep.” Varadha makes an incredulous sound, drawing Deva’s attention. He can see Deva briefly turn to him out of the corner of his eyes, and his tone softens. “Really, raa. It’s fine; it’s a straight road until we reach the state border. By that time the rain’s probably gonna be better.”
“You don’t know that-” Varadha gasps in the middle of his sentence. “DEER!”
Deva swerves on the wheel, slamming the breaks. They narrowly miss the brown creature annoyingly parked in the middle of the fucking road, and the action sends them hydroplaning onto the other lane where they stop.
Varadha takes a second to calm himself, and Deva quickly turns to Varadha to scan him for injuries. They hadn’t even hit the deer, for fuck’s sake, but something in Varadha warms to see Deva being protective over him. However, the warmth won’t stop him from teasing the other man. After all, it was one of his favorite activities.
“What are you looking at? Koncham road atu pothene gaayalosthaya? [Just because we went a little bit out of the lane will I suddenly have injuries?]”
Seemingly satisfied with his scan, Deva just rolls his eyes. “Ah? Rani gariki antha sukhamgane unda ani, check chesthunna [Just checking to see if Her Majesty is still comfortable].”
Varadha half-heartedly smacks Deva’s arm, before his eyes land on the dashboard GPS.
“Rey, there’s no signal here,” he points out.
Deva starts the car, pulling it into first gear. “I don’t need a GPS to tell me where to go.”
“Mahanubhavuda [Oh great man],” Varadha says, folding his hands sarcastically, “You can do whatever you want when you’re by yourself. Me personally, I don’t want to get lost outside in this rain. Stop by the side of the road. Let’s wait for the GPS to figure its shit out.”
“I told you already, it’ll be fine-” Deva’s interrupted by the sound of the tires hitting a pothole, and they both wince as they jolt in their seats.
Varadha scans what he can see of the road, and finds a small hut coming up by the side, a few feet in.
“Rey, rey, rey, there’s something there, stop!” He taps Deva’s arm in succession. “We can wait out the storm.”
Deva sighs but acquiesces. He pulls over to the side, in front of the structure, which looks more like a hut now that Varadha can get a less blurry look at it. Deva turns to look at Varadha, giving him a happy now? look.
Varadha just grins at him. For all his teasing, for all his insults, Deva would agree to do anything Varadha asked of him when the time came. Varadha slowly curls his hand around the door handle.
“Last one to the hut pays for gas!” He barely finishes before he gets out. The rain pelts his back as he lifts a hand above his head, trying and failing to keep his hair dry. Varadha hears an indignant shout and a “Vara!” muffled behind him, and suppresses the giggle that wants to climb out of him as he enters the hut.
First, he thinks smugly as he observes the interior. Never mind that he had had the advantage there. Not like Deva hadn’t ever pulled some shit like this before. Tom and Jerry, Deva’s mom had lovingly called them as kids when they wouldn’t stop fighting when Varadha came over. Only she had realized that behind each prank, behind each childish insult, was a deep bond of love, and that fighting with each other was just the way they expressed their affection. They could go from happily playing with toys, to getting into a wrestling match, to guiltily soothing each other, all within the span of a few minutes.
Varadha briefly spares a thought to the fact that Atha [aunt/mother-in-law] might be worried that they hadn’t come back home yet. There was nothing to do now, though. A quick glance at his phone shows no bars, just as he had expected. He and Deva would just have to apologize once they got to his home.
Deva runs in a second later, almost knocking Varadha over. He frowns as he examines what he can see of the cramped space they’re now in. Varadha pulls on the wire near his face, and is rewarded with a flickering, weak light above their heads. Now that they can see better, it’s clear the hut wasn’t meant for someone to live in. Neither of them would be able to lie down flat on the floor, the rounded walls would prevent that.
“Rey Vara-”
Oh, Varadha can’t take that tone. That gentle, you deserve so much better tone. He sits down fully, resting his back to the wall, before Deva finishes. He glares up at Deva, still standing, who just looks exasperated.
“I’m fine,” Varadha stresses, and what a reversal that is.
Deva hesitates for a few more seconds before he gives up and joins him, sitting across so their calves touch.
Varadha hates these moments. He loves now living with Deva and Atha, and being able to be around Deva more. If he has to adjust to living less lavishly than he had growing up, that’s a sacrifice he’s willing to make.
Deva doesn’t see it that way, though. Every time Varadha’s had to eat leftover rice, take public transportation, stand in the hot sun for more than a few minutes, he gets this look on his face, some combination of guilt and anger, the latter emotion only for Varadha’s ex-family, of course. It never seems to get into his head that Varadha’s fine with this, that he’s not so soft as to consider any of these more than minor inconveniences. Deva had been both elated and sad to hear that Varadha and Baachi had left the Mannars.
Elated because he had been there for all of the times Varadha’s family had humiliated, hurt, and insulted them, all for the crime of being born to a different mother. It had been Varadha who had kept Deva from trying to get back at his siblings numerous times for the shit they had put him through. Sad, because it meant Varadha was leaving his comfortable life with his wealthy family, to come tough it out inside Deva’s apartment, which was barely big enough for Deva and Atha by themselves.
Well, the Raisans being in that situation was Raja Mannar’s fault in the first place, but Varadha was genuinely happy to live with Deva, and his decision had nothing to do with his separate secondhand guilt for the way Deva and Atha had to live their lives as he grew up with all of his basic needs automatically taken care of. Baachi had figured out a roommate situation with his own boyfriend, Rinda, and Varadha had begrudgingly accepted, not before attempting a shovel talk (successful, Rinda looked terrified) and a lecture on using protection (unsuccessful, Baachi had all but shoved him out the door after that).
Fuck. Now they’re both upset, and there’s a storm raging outside. Varadha can hear faint thunder in the distance, and he knows with their luck the storm will pass right over them.
He tries to think of something that’ll lighten the mood, something to do to pass the time. Varadha nudges Deva’s foot with his own, to get Deva’s attention. He had been staring morosely at the ground, but he looks up to meet Varadha’s eyes.
“Truth or dare?” Varadha asks.
Deva just raises an eyebrow, and Varadha flushes.
“I don’t see you coming up with something. Either figure something out or answer the question,” Varadha demands.
Deva sighs. “Sare [Ok], raa. Dare.”
Varadha looks around the hut. What the fuck could he even dare Deva to do here?
Deva seems to also realize this, and snickers. Oh, it’s on, Varadha thinks. Both of them had competitive streaks, and the best way to provoke was to act like the other was powerless.
“I dare you to spend thirty seconds outside.”
Deva’s jaw drops. “It’s raining!”
“Exactly. Get out.”
Deva rolls his eyes, but dutifully crawls outside to lie in the grass for thirty seconds. Varadha definitely doesn’t admire the way the water droplets run across his skin.
When he comes back inside, he’s fully soaked, and Varadha realizes he’s made a mistake. The space is so small the puddles that Deva makes flow over to where Varadha is.
Deva suddenly leans over Varadha, and before he can react, roughly shakes his head so the droplets in his hair land onto Varadha’s face. Varadha sputters, jumping away, and Deva laughs back to his spot on the floor.
“Kukka [dog],” Varadha mutters, as Deva’s laughter slowly trails off.
“Ok, my turn,” Deva says, still grinning widely. “Truth or Dare, Vara?”
Well, Varadha’s not going to pick dare. “Truth.” Deva opens his mouth, then closes it. Varadha smirks at him. “Whatever diabolical plan you had, it’s not happening.”
Deva pouts. “Damn, I gotta actually think of something to ask you now.” His brows knit together in concentration. “What don’t I know about you?”
A good question, actually. They had been inseparable ever since they had been introduced as toddlers, the sons of Raja Mannar and Dhaara Raisan. Every joy, every sorrow in their lives, they had shared with each other.
“Do you actually approve of Rinda, or are you just ok with it for Baachi’s sake?”
That’s easy. “He’s an idiot, but not bad.” Not bad, Deva mouths at him, and Varadha flips him off, grinning. “He’s higher on my list than most other people, at least. And I trust Baachi to keep him in line.”
They smile at each other for a few more seconds.
“My turn. Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
Varadha flicks an eyebrow, and Deva rolls his eyes once more. “You could barely come up with a dare last time. There’s nothing to do in here. Might as well make it a truth game.” He doesn’t like it, but Varadha can see the logic in that.
“Alright.” He racks his brain for what he can ask Deva that he doesn’t already know. “Have you ever had a crush on anyone? Obviously, someone you didn’t tell me about.”
Nice going Varadha , he thinks. Totally subtle.
But Deva just contemplates it. Like there actually was an answer to that that wasn’t, Are you out of your mind? If there was someone I would’ve told you.
“Promise me.” Varadha says, suddenly. “Promise me that everything you say for the rest of the game is true.” He hopes that if there really were secrets between them, this night would change that.
Deva stares, mouth set in a hard line, for long enough that Varadha starts to sweat. Does.. does Deva want to keep secrets from him? Eventually he does lift up his pinky. “I swear.”
Varadha gives him a Look, now trusting him even less. Deva sighs. “I pinky swear, on our friendship, that I’ll tell the truth.” He then quickly links the pinky with Varadha’s. “And Varadharaja Mannar will also tell the truth.” Varadha opens his mouth, and then closes it. Well, he’d be a hypocrite if he didn’t agree to the deal as well. Complete honestly from both, then.
“Sare, sare [Ok, ok]. Now answer the question.”
Deva looks at the ground for the first time, not being able to meet Varadha’s eyes. “Yes,” he mumbles, and Varadha’s heart sinks.
“My turn,” Deva says, quickly. “Have you..” He hesitates, but forges on. “Have you ever went all the way with anyone?”
“Have I had sex, you mean?”
“I’m just curious,” he defends himself. “Isn’t that the kind of question you would ask in a Truth or Dare game?”
“Yes,” Varadha answers honestly, to his first question. Deva takes in that information, eyes unreadable. “Now you. Do you still feel that way for that person?”
Deva closes his eyes, as if expecting a reaction from Varadha. “...Yes.”
Oh. Varadha forces a laugh. “Rasikudive, raa nuvvu [you’re really a player],” he jokes. “Pakkane mogudni pettukoni vere valla gurinchi matladthunnavu [you’re talking about other people with your husband right next to you].” The flirtatious banter was an inside joke between them, sometimes referring to each other as their husband or wife in private. It doesn’t seem to land in this moment, where Deva just looks pained.
“Rey..” he starts, and Varadha interrupts.
“It’s your turn to ask me something.”
Deva just looks at him. “Does it bother you? That I said yes to the past two questions?”
Fuck. Varadha hates his past self for suggesting this game. But he had promised. And it’s not like Varadha wasn’t a jealous person in general, even towards people Deva knows he has only platonic feelings for.
“Yes,” he answers. Deva’s eyes widen. Moving on.
“Does the person know you have feelings for them?” They’re getting dangerously close to what Varadha really wants to know, the identity of this mysterious crush of Deva’s.
“No.” Deva says, quickly, but surely. Like that was unquestionable, like he had resigned himself to unrequited feelings a long time ago. “Do you? Have someone you like, I mean.”
Varadha keeps his eyes on Deva, thinking again about how if Deva had suspected anything he probably would’ve done so a long time ago. “Yes.” Deva’s eyes widen once again, and Varadha can see genuine surprise and hurt.
Well, if they were talking about secrets. “Were you the one who beat up Ranga?”
Deva flinches.
Varadha had always felt estranged from his family, but a few years ago, the catalyst for his leaving was Ranga. His brother’s boytoy? Boyfriend? Pet? Varadha still doesn’t know what he is to Rudra, but one day Ranga apparently thought it would be funny to call and withdraw Varadha’s application to his dream university. Varadha had been devastated, but knew better than to start something when Rudra could just as easily do the same to the other colleges he had applied to in retaliation. Let them pay for his college, graduate and then cut them off - this was Varadha’s mantra for higher education.
He had, of course, raged about it in private with Deva. Had broken down, barely eaten dinner that night, slept with his head in Deva’s lap on the couch with Atha glancing worriedly at him. Varadha hadn’t told another soul about it.
The day after, he went home to get a suitcase of his clothes and other belongings thrown at him the second he walked through the door. From the doorway, he could see all his trophies, his certificates, smashed on the living room floor.
Someone had beaten up Ranga that morning. They had beaten him so bad he was in the hospital in a coma. Rudra had furiously enquired as to what happened, and somehow found out about what Ranga did. He had assumed it was Varadha, taking revenge, and had told Raja Mannar. And of course he only focused on the fact that Varadha had hurt someone, not even caring about the reason why. With Radha Rama’s encouragement, he had taken the decision to legally disown Varadha.
That was the last day Varadha stepped foot in that house. He had gone numbly over to Deva’s apartment, holding nothing but his suitcase. Atha had opened the door, taken one look at him and the suitcase, and waved him in, had told him the guest room was always his. When Deva got home, Varadha could see the shock and clear guilt across his face.
He had never asked Deva about it, and Deva didn’t talk about it. Varadha didn’t even blame him. He only felt mildly upset that if Ranga’s face did get smashed in, it wasn’t Varadha that had done it.
“Was it you?” Varadha repeats the question. He knows the answer, of course. He just wants Deva to say something about it, now that they had both sworn to tell the truth.
A shadow of Deva’s guilt that day comes back now, shoulders slumping. “Yes,” Deva whispers. “But you knew that.”
“I did.”
They sit in silence for a few more seconds. Varadha can be patient when he wants to, and can outwait even Deva, a man of few words.
Eventually the tension is too much for Deva. “I’m sorry, raa,” he says, desperate. “I wasn’t thinking, at all. I didn’t expect them to take it out on you. That morning, I woke up still dreaming of your tears, and I couldn’t do anything, think of anything other than fucking that bastard up.” The last part is gritted out. “He’s lucky I didn’t kill him. I definitely wanted to, just for making you cry, for taking away your chances at your dream college.”
Varadha swallows. He knows Deva cares about him more than anything, but to hear it put like that, it’s scary and reassuring at the same time. “You didn’t say anything about it afterwards, though. Even when I came to your house that day.”
Deva closes his eyes. “Does it make me a terrible person if some part of me, some small part of me was glad it happened?”
“Glad?”
“Because.. because it led to you staying with me.” He quickly clears his throat. “With us. Me and Amma.”
Varadha stares. Deva opens his eyes, and winces at whatever he finds on Varadha’s face. “I’m sorry. But it’s the truth. I felt awful for you getting kicked out, I felt awful that I ruined your life. I genuinely wanted to end it all, for a few days.” Varadha remembers the quiet, devastated glances Deva kept sending him all week, when he thought Varadha couldn’t see him. “But then I would see you, eating with us, laughing along with us into the late hours of the night, sleeping in the room that was now yours…” He swallows. Deva doesn’t finish the sentence, but Varadha, so closely attuned with his best friend, could easily tell what he wanted to convey.
They sit in silence as Varadha digests this information, both looking anywhere other than each other. Eventually, Deva leans his head out of the hut, and comes back in, only slightly wet.
He hesitantly tries to tell Varadha, “The storm seems to have broken-”
“Your turn.” Varadha interrupts.
“My what?”
“Your turn.” Varadha nudges him with his foot. “Truth or.. truth I guess.”
“Are you angry at me?” He whispers, looking genuinely scared. Like what Varadha says now would screw with him for the rest of his life. “For what I did?”
Varadha just stares at him, letting Deva squirm.
Finally, he responds, mouth slowly curving into a smile. “Yedava [idiot]. If I actually was mad at you I’d have let you know the day it happened. I’m just mad you didn’t call me when you were beating him up because I had shit to say as well.”
Deva’s jaw drops. “You- you- dongasachinoda [fucking asshole]. You had me thinking you hated me!”
Varadha can’t hold it back anymore, starts laughing uncontrollably. “Your-your face!” He wheezes. “You were so scared!”
Deva attempts to pout but fails to hold back a relieved grin. “Dick.”
“Well, if that’s what you want-,” Varadha winks, then laughs again as Deva attempts to hit him for that. He overshoots, and ends up falling on his face, onto Varadha’s thighs. Deva shifts into a more comfortable position, looking up at Varadha now.
Varadha looks at Deva’s affectionate smile, and thinks back to the admission that Deva had loved having Varadha living with him. Suddenly, Varadha’s a lot less scared about who Deva’s been talking about. He thinks, he hopes, that he’s guessing it correctly. “What’s his name?”
Deva’s smile dims a bit. “Who?”
“It’s my turn, raa. What’s his name, the one you’ve been pining over?”
“How’d you know it was a guy?”
“You can’t ask questions, you only can answer mine. That’s how the game works.”
Deva looks deep into Varadha’s eyes, searching. Finally, he answers. “You seem so confident. Why don’t you answer, and I’ll tell you if it’s right?”
In response, desperately praying to every god he can think of that he’s not fucking this up, not ruining their friendship irrevocably, Varadha leans down and kisses Deva.
There’s a brief moment of shock, a moment where Deva freezes, that Varadha starts panicking.
I’ve got to change my name, move to a different country, fuck fuck fuck fuck-
“What was that?” Deva’s face is carefully blank, but Varadha knows his own must be giving all of his feelings away.
“I… thought it was me?” Varadha tries, feeling like a lump of embarrassment. He clears his throat, averting his eyes. “Or not. That’s fine. I’ll just-” He attempts to stand up, trying to push Deva off his lap. Fuck the rain, he’ll walk to Deva's house if that’s what he has to do to get out of here. And immediately start packing his shit once he gets there.
He hears the unmistakable sound of a giggle from Deva, and Varadha snaps his head back around to see Deva with his hands clapped over his mouth. They can’t hide the wide grin he’s struggling to hold back well enough, though.
“What the fuck?”
Deva gives up and tugs Varadha back down, eyes sparkling with mirth. “Oh so only you’re allowed to pretend you’re mad at me?”
“Ohh, you fucker!” Varadha pinches Deva in the side, hard, and Deva yelps, but it doesn’t stop either of their laughter.
Deva pulls Varadha into a kiss, and this time it’s heavenly with both of them reciprocating. Both of their lips are chapped and dry from the lack of food or water, but Varadha doesn’t care. Deva, his Deva, is kissing him.
They pull back, only far enough so Deva can rest his forehead on Varadha’s.
He laughs incredulously. “Let me guess, you’ve also been secretly pining for your best friend all your life.”
“Fucking hell,” is all Varadha says in response, grinning.
“We’re idiots.”
“Yep.”
Deva groans. “Even your brother saw it before we did, he kept teasing us at the party that we showed up together like a couple.”
“I think the whole world saw it before we did,” Varadha sighs. “I don’t know about your mom, though.” Deva winces, and Varadha pulls back, frowning. “What?”
“I might’ve…. told my mom at age six if I was going to marry anyone it was going to be you? And then repeated it when I was twenty-one and she started talking about people I might be interested in?” He grins, embarrassed.
Varadha’s eyes widen as something occurs to him, and Deva immediately starts protesting.
“No, no, it’s not like that-”
“Damn, you really were down bad for me, huh,” Varadha smirks, and Deva groans, hiding his face in Varadha’s chest. “What else, were you doodling our names together in your notebooks with hearts? Were you the one that put that sappy ass love letter in my locker in the ninth grade?” Deva doesn’t say anything, and Varadha bursts out laughing. “Wait, seriously?”
Deva immediately pushes himself out of the light embrace Varadha’s been holding him in, and looks outside. “Well would you look at that, the sun is shining and it’s not pouring anymore.”
Varadha gets to his feet as well, grinning. He’s absolutely delighted at this turn of events, and won’t ever let Deva live this down.
Deva’s about to go outside to the car, cheeks red, when he stops. He hesitantly takes Varadha’s hand in his own, looks at him like Is this okay? Is this too fast?
Varadha just brings the hand up to his lips, presses a kiss to the knuckles. An unspoken It’s very okay.
Deva smiles shyly, and they head out to their car, hand in hand. The combination of the light rain and the bright sun makes a very visible half rainbow at the end of the field across from them, and Varadha smiles.
"Let's go to our home, raa," he says.
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