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Also, implied "BK" Baby kannan x "Saravanan" Karuppusaami [Tamil Enemies to lovers toxic oldman human x god yaoi in the big 2026, thanks to RJB]
Throw your tomatoes, idc anymore after the Hamzair anons. Shipping gods is already a thing on here and its not meant to hurt anyone's religious feelings, especially since its based on just the movie characters.
Ive shipped them since I saw the movie in theatres and Im tired of pretending I didnt. Look at this scene, and tell me they didnt do this on purpose. I dare you.
Anyways, I'd like to thank the 2 fics for them that made me realise I wasnt crazy for shipping this.
The deep, familiar timbre rolled through, warm enough to make your shoulders loosen before you even turned. A tiny frown tugged at your lips as you looked over your shoulder, only to find Him already watching you.
Saravanan stood a few feet away, dressed in his usual white lawyer shirt whose sleeves were lazily folded to his forearms. His his eyes that always undid you raked over you currently. Dark. Intense.
Ancient somehow.
One eyebrow lifted ever so slightly, amusement dancing beneath heavy lids.
You mirrored the expression with one of your own.
"Yen sir? Ungaluku illaya?"
(Why? Don't you?)
A breathy chuckle escaped him.
"Apdi illa..." he drawled, shoving one hand into his pocket as he strolled closer. "Neenga adikadi court-ku vandha inga varinga... illa na avaroda koil-ku poringa... padayal panringa... kula deivam naala ya?"
(It's not that... Every time you come to court, you either end up here or at his temple. You even bring offerings. Is he your family deity?)
You didn't answer immediately.
Your folded hands remained pressed together before the towering idol of Vettai Karuppasami. Only one eyebrow arched higher as you slowly turned your head towards him.
"...Idhellam unnaku epdi theriyum?"
(How do you know all this?)
He froze.
Oh heavens.
His expression froze, the teasing glint disappearing almost instantly. His eyes widened just enough to betray surprise before His lips parted.
Did He really blurt that out loud? He almost had to close His eyes in embarrassment.
Damn.
Two people knew who he was already. Baby Kannan already knew. Challenged him even. Preethi knew.
But you...
No.
Not you.
Not yet.
"Preethi sonna."
(Preethi told me.)
the excuse left Him quicker than He'd intended.
He cleared his throat, fingers absentmindedly straightening the collar of his shirt despite it sitting perfectly against His neck. His gaze slid away for a brief second before returning to you with practiced ease.
You frowned. "Pree..." The name lingered unfinished on your tongue. Yet after a moment, you simply shook your head and turned back toward the deity instead.
He exhaled so quietly it almost disappeared beneath the rustling neem leaves above the statue. Your voice, when it came again, was softer, almost reverent and His attention drifted back to you.
"Kula deivam nu mattum illa..." Your eyes rested on the feet of the deity where the offerings lay neatly arranged.
A folded betel leaf.
A bottle of arrack.
Beedi.
Everything He loved.
Everything He accepted.
"Avara kumbuduna..." Your fingers unconsciously tightened together. "Oru paadhugaapu irukura maari irukkum... edhu vena modhi paakalaam nu oru dhairyam varum... en nizhala pakkathula irupparu nu oru nambikkai."
(When I pray to him… it feels like I'm protected. Like I could face anything. Like… no matter where I go… I have this confidence that he'll always walk beside as my shadow.)
As though your words themselves had summoned Him, your gaze drifted to the stone floor where an impossible shadow stretched behind you—broad shoulders, one hand resting on a hip, mid length hair stirring in a breeze that did not exist, the silhouette of flowing cloth shifting against the ground. No one stood there. Yet it lingered for a heartbeat before vanishing, leaving only a strange warmth blooming quietly inside your chest.
Delusional.
...yet comforting.
The corners of your lips softened before you crouched down, collecting a pinch of cool vibuthi between your fingers. You pressed it gently onto your forehead before dipping your ring finger into the sacred ash once again.
When you turned around, Saravanan was already looking at you. Not playfully. Not curiously. Simply… looking. His eyes met yours with such unwavering steadiness that your footsteps slowed on their own. There was something almost magnetic about His gaze, something that held yours without force, as though He already knew you wouldn't look away.
As you walked closer, His eyes softened, the usual sharpness melting into quiet affection that lingered over every feature of your face. His gaze dipped briefly to the streak of sacred ash adorning your forehead before returning to your eyes, where it remained impossibly gentle.
You stopped only a breath away from Him. He didn't step back. Instead, he inclined his head ever so slightly, silently inviting your touch. Your fingers brushed his forehead, leaving a streak of cool white vibuthi against warm skin, and for a fleeting moment your fingertips lingered there.
His lashes fluttered only after your hand withdrew, yet His gaze refused to leave yours, holding onto your eyes as though they alone deserved His full attention. Rising onto your toes, you leaned close enough for your breath to graze His skin as you gently blew away the excess powder.
The distance between your faces became so small you could see the amber temple flames reflected in His pupils.
And for the briefest second, they looked less like a man's eyes and more like something ancient watching you with quiet, unwavering devotion.
"Unnaku sonna puriyadhu..."
(You won't understand.)
you murmured before adding, "Oru thadava vendi paaru... nalla balan kedaikkum."
(Pray just once… You'll receive good blessings)
Then, without another glance, you turned and walked away. He watched until your figure disappeared beyond the temple entrance, a fond smile slowly finding its way onto his lips. Only after you were gone did He turn towards the deity standing before Him—His own form cast in stone. His gaze dropped to the offerings at the idol's feet, lingering on the beedi you had left with such innocent faith.
A quiet chuckle escaped Him as He bent to pick it up, rolling it between His fingers before it lit itself with nothing more than a faint flick of his eye. Smoke curled lazily from his lips as he took a slow drag,His eyes never leaving the path you had taken.
If only you knew; should the world ever dare reach for you, it would have to go through its own lord first.
Maybe the mortal world wouldn't be just about defeating baby kannan after all..
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I love suriya so much and it's not even about his looks only, it's his personality and kindness and his nature. The way he helped all the underprivileged students 😭
Ughhhh anybody here who watched Karuppu??? I love his salt and pepper look in it 😫 I swear I was blushing every time he was on screen 🤭
