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Meet The Family | Rodolfo Parra x gn!reader, platonic!Kyle Gaz Garrick x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ 90 "You're the only one for me, you know that"

And

84 "You might wanna be quiet, unless you wanna wake everyone up"

With Rudy please? ❞

: ̗̀➛ After far too fucking long, Rudy finally gets the chance to meet your family.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, banter, brief/vague mentions of sexual references, vague allusions to smoking

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You were adamant for your fiance, Rodolfo, to meet your family, and as he had been given time off for the holidays, you figured that it was probably the perfect time for him to meet your family; your step brother, Gaz, had also been given time off for it, and you were excited for him to meet your significant other for once.

Every time you had tried to introduce him to your fiance, something always came up and prevented it, so you were glad that they had both been given time off at the same time. You could only hope that they would get along, really.

But as Rodolfo’s car pulled up to the driveway, you were relatively giddy; your childhood home, where you and Gaz grew up, looked so small these days but maybe that was because you rarely saw it.

Living in Las Almas, you were quite a while away, and you rarely got the chance to visit anymore; you felt bad, but you knew that Gaz popped in whenever he could so you didn’t feel too terrible.

Your hand landed on Rodolfo’s thigh as you sucked in a harsh breath, and smiled at him as you raised your brows.

“Ready?”

He leaned in for a quick kiss, and nodded. “I’m ready… did you pack the Enmolada?”

You nodded as you gestured to the foil covered dish on the back seat. “How could I forget your favourite dish to impress people with?”

He chuckled, getting out of the car and making his way around to your side; you grabbed the dish when he opened the door, and stepped out with a sigh.

“Is your brother here, yet?”

You looked around, and when you noticed Gaz’s beat up, bogey-green Ford Focus, you turned to him with a nod. “His fucking snot-mobile is here, so I’d guess so - unless Mum sent him up the shops.”

“Is that his or-”

“His mother,” you explained, “but our Mum.”

Rodolfo nodded, latching onto your hand as he followed you down the driveway; you didn’t even knock as you entered the house, tugging him along with you. You cleared your throat as you made your way through the hallway, and called out loudly.

“Ma! We’re ‘ere!”

But it wasn’t your mother who greeted you. Instead, Gaz popped his head out from the kitchen, and shook his head.

“Didn’t she text you to say she’d buggered off up Tescos?”

You shook your head, putting the dish down on the countertop as you let go of Rodolfo’s hand in order to hug your brother. “No, but I did notice you still have the snot-mobile.”

Gaz huffed as he hugged you back. “Better than still not being able to drive.”

“Your hair’s too short,” you told him, pushing him away as if he disgusted you. “You need to grow it out.”

“So I need to cut it shorter,” he hummed, grinning.

“You also need to shave,” you pointed out, wiping the pad of your thumb across your top lip. “You’re starting to look like a nonce.”

Gaz rolled his eyes. “You’re the fucking nonce, you keep tomato sauce in the fridge.”

“So does Mum,” you huffed, nudging Rodolfo in front of you. “Anyway, this is Rudy. Rudy, this is Gaz.”

Gaz looked him up and down, then turned to you with a raised brow. “I was expecting a Tom Selleck or Burt Resonalds kinda stache…”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “Oh, fuck off.”

“Is he a cowboy?” He asked, raising a brow.

You looked away, but Rodolfo answered for you.

“Kinda, me and Alejando are in charge of the Los Vaqueros,” he explained, “part of the Mexican Special Forces.”

The laugh that Gaz let out was loud and obnoxious. “See?!”

“You’re such a little cunt!” You howled, smacking your brother’s arm.

“It’s not my fault you have a type!” Gaz yelped between laughs. “Do you call him cowboy in bed?!”

You and Rodolfo both fell silent, clearing your throats as you looked down at the floor; but then Rodolfo laughed softly as he shrugged.

“I have a hat…” he mumbled. “Sometimes they wear it…”

Gaz laughed louder, but he was soon cut off when the door opened again; you turned around, and grinned as you ran towards his mother, hugging her tightly as you pressed your face against her shoulder.

“Mum! Gaz is bullying me!”

“Kyle Garrick!” She barked, holding onto you. “Apologise to your sibling!”

Gaz rolled his eyes, huffing as he folded his arms across his chest. “But Mum-”

“No buts!” She snapped. “Apologise!”

Gaz huffed as he shook his head. “Fine, I’m sorry.”

She let you go, keeping her arm around your shoulders as she looked at Rodolfo, smiling politely. “And who is this handsome gent?”

You grinned, quite smug as you poked your tongue out at your brother. He narrowed his eyes at you. “Mum, this is Rudy. Rudy, this is our Ma.”

She shook his hand, humming softly. “Did he bring food?”

Rodolfo nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Ooh,” she grinned. “I like him. You best marry him.”

You looked at Rodolfo with a wink as you nodded. “I’m working on it, don’t worry.”

“Your brother will never marry,” your mother hummed. “He cuts his hair too short.”

You laughed as you glared at Gaz. “Told you!”

“Whatever,” he huffed, putting his middle finger up to you. “At least I can drive.”

“A snot-green car,” you pointed out.

“You did good,” your mother told you, quickly kissing your forehead before breaking away from you. “Gaz, help me put the shopping away.”

“Yes, Mum.”

You smiled smugly at him as he walked past, but once they were out of the kitchen, you grabbed Rodolfo by the waist, and tilted your head. “What’d you think so far?”

“I don’t think your brother likes me,” he admitted quietly. “But your mum seems nice.”

You shrugged, patting his waist gently as you hummed. “Gaz is… he’s standoffish to begin with, but he’s… tolerable.”

Rodolfo nodded and hummed.

You and Rodolfo had to share your childhood bedroom, which was fine, until he went snooping and discovered some of your old photo albums; you laughed at first, sitting on the bedroom floor with him and going through them.

There were plenty of pictures of you and your brother, especially the one where Gaz had dressed up as Freddy Mercury during a school play about the planetary system; but they all made Rodolfo smile and giggle as he went through them with you and listened to you explain them.

The one where Gaz was crying because he had been attacked by a swan. The one where you had been crying because you had found out that the sun was going to blow up in millions of years.

Rodolfo kind of envied it, if he was honest; he didn’t have a brother of his own like that, and he could tell that you and Gaz - despite all the bullying and teasing - really did love each other.

He didn’t have any siblings, but he was glad that you did; he was glad that you knew what it was like, even if he didn’t.

He giggled a little loudly when you playfully shoved him, shushing him quietly.

“You might wanna be quiet, unless you wanna wake everyone up,” you told him, your voice a harsh whisper.

Rodolfo grinned as he pulled you onto his lap, tilting his head to the side as he raised his brows. “I have a way to keep us both quiet.”

You rolled your eyes, grinning as you gently grabbed his face and kissed him softly; you loved how he was always soft with you unless you asked for him to be rough. How he always checked in on you by tapping your waist twice, three times if he wanted to talk privately.

He seemed to know what you were thinking without ever needing to ask, and was always more than happy to have you close; whether that meant having you on his lap or just touching you in some way. If he was close, he was happy.

You had to admit, no one ever made you feel as safe as he did, no one ever made you feel as secure as Rodolfo.

You let your arms rest on his shoulders as you pulled away, gently raking your fingertips through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“You’re the only one for me, you know that,” you murmured softly. “I can’t fucking wait to marry you.”

Rodolfo hummed as he grinned, looking at you as if you were the most priceless object in the world. A masterpiece from an artist like Van Gogh. He hooked his hands under your thighs, drawing little patterns into you with the pads of his thumbs like he always did.

“We still haven’t decided what we’re doing about last names, you know.”

You shrugged as you settled against him, pursing your lips for a moment as you thought about it. “Not gonna lie, I was gonna ask Mum and Gaz about it.”

“We can ask them,” he agreed softly, nodding. “I think Parra-Garrick sounds good, though.”

“You wanna take my name?” You asked quietly, nearly grinning.

Rodolfo nodded. “When I step on that glass, I want to know that I’m never getting rid of you.”

“You can take my name,” you told him softly. “I’m sure Mum would love to hear about it first, though.”

“Probably,” he murmured. “But are you sure you’re okay with that, perrito?”

You nodded, gently running a hand through his hair. “Cariad, I’d be alright even if it was just ten minutes down the registry office in jeans and a manky t-shirt.”

There was a knock at the door, prompting you both to look towards it until Gaz stepped in and sat opposite you with a large grin on his face.

“Parra-Garrick?”

“Gaz, not now,” you huffed, moving so that your back was against Rodolfo’s chest, his hands just above your crotch. “Please?”

“It sounds good,” he told you both with a nod. “Do you have a chuppah?”

Rodolfo cleared his throat as he licked his lips. “Alejandro has it at his home.”

Gaz nodded, glaring at him. “Rabbi?”

“Already sorted,” your fiance replied, “we’ve had everything planned for months.”

Gaz hummed, then laid down on his side, making himself comfortable. “If you break my sibling’s heart, I will hunt you down. I will make you wish you were dead, and I will fucking destroy you. Do I make myself clear?”

“Gaz,” you huffed. “Me and Rudy have been together for fucking ages.”

“And you’re my baby sibling,” he growled out. “It’s my job to look after you. Even Mum says so.”

“I’m a year younger than you,” you growled in return, glaring at him. “I’m twenty-six next year!”

“I’ll be forty-two,” Rodolfo laughed softly.

“Still my baby sibling,” Gaz glared at you as he smiled. “And you always will be. I’ll be eighty-nine and you’ll be eighty-eight, and y’know what?”

“What?” You huffed, trying not to smile.

“You’ll still be my baby sibling,” he grinned. “You ought to decide, anyway.”

You tilted your head to the side, furrowing your brows. “Decide what?”

Gaz gestured to Rodolfo. “If you’re gonna keep him here when Granddad arrives.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Why, what’s wrong with Granddad?”

“When Granddad and Mum get together,” Gaz explained, “it’s like handbags at dawn… they adore each other, but my days, they will fucking argue until the cows come home.”

You nodded slowly, laughing softly. “Fair point.”

“Granddad is our step-grandfather, by the way,” Gaz explained, “he married my beloved sibling’s grandmother… how long ago?”

You shrugged. “You think I fucking know?”

“Too long ago,” Gaz chuckled. “But he loves our Ma, and she loves him.”

“They just also happen to love arguing with each other,” you pointed out with a soft laugh. “It’s like cats and dogs, but they’ll still sit down together and have a cuppa.”

“Speaking of which,” Gaz mused, pursing his lips for a moment. Rodolfo noticed that you did the same thing when you were about to suggest something. “Fancy a quick one?”

You hummed as you stood up, helping Rodolfo to his feet. “I could do - Rudy?”

He nodded, slinging his arm around your shoulders. “Yeah, why not?”

“You’re rolling, cunt-face,” you mused, nodding at your brother.

Gaz rolled his eyes. “Only because you can’t.”

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icarustypicalfall · 8 months

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Little Crab

Rodolfo parra x reader fic

Guess who decided to write a comfort fic for fall4rudy based on a story she wrote when she was 4?

ofc me :D enjoy this cute little thing :3

this isn't inspired by any official prompt for the event unfortunately, but i really wanted to write something that felt close to my heart :)

tysm @glitterypirateduck for hosting this beautiful contest about my fav charachter🤭 tysm to anyone who wrote about him, y'all are really incredible and so talented 🫶🏻💗

inspired by @\-jaXXon- bot on cai!!

summary: waking up from a nightmare was never a pleasant moment. But only when you held him close, he felt safe.

warnings: sfw, no use of yn just you, mentions of (nightmares, slight ptsd, self conscious, war, breakdowns), comfort, pure fluff, slight angst

note: if you dont want to read the parts about the incident, you can scror down to the three stars, it wont affect the story :D

"honey i belong with you, and only you, baby"

Your husband, Rudy, returned home from his mission a month ago. Typically, his cherished moments were the vacations he enjoyed after lengthy missions, allowing him to spend quality time with you and make up for the time spent apart.

Upon his return, he shared with you the incident he experienced while searching for Hassan—a traumatic encounter with a fire that left him terrified and in tears. His rescue by Alejandro made him feel reborn, yet the searing heat of the fire still lingers, creeping through his being to reach his core and grip his heart at times.

Since his homecoming, you discovered that Rudy suffers from nightmares, often waking up in the early hours of the morning, breathless and panicked. Seeking solace and reassurance, he turns to you, the only person he allows himself to be vulnerable to.

As you cradle him, he never ceases to apologize for disturbing your sleep or causing you to be late for work, blaming himself for the burden he believes he imposes on you.

One evening, as you sat together at the dinner table, Rudy whispered with his head bowed, his fingers fidgeting with his spoon, "I'm sorry, mi Cielo. I shouldn't be such a crybaby to you... I truly don't want to."

No need to mention how hard you tried to not cry as you cradled him later, with both of you sprawled on the couch, soaking in the silence to the bones.

No matter how often you assure him that you don't mind comforting him, even if it means waking up in the middle of the night, his guilt persists.

He cannot shake these self-conscious thoughts, despite the numerous missions he has accomplished and the abilities he possesses. Rudy cannot bear the feeling of being a burden or not being good enough, even amidst his trauma and fears.

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In the dimly lit room, it was nearly three in the morning, and you found yourself awakened by your husband's restlessness. His face contorted in discomfort, sweat beads forming on his forehead.

Gently shaking his shoulder, you roused him, his eyes snapping open, his brows furrowed, struggling to steady his breath. Brimming with shame, fear, and anguish, Rudy squeezed your hand, a tear escaping his eyes as he looked down.

"Forgive me, amor... I've awakened you once more..."

Your hand cradled his jaw, feeling the warmth radiating from his soft cheek beneath your cool touch. With your thumb, you gently wiped away his tear, tilting your head as you offered a reassuring smile.

"Don't apologize, my darling, I don't mind.. Tell me.. how do you feel"

His eyes shimmered, and though the room was dim, you could detect a faint blush adorning his cheeks. Leaning into your touch, he closed his eyes and murmured, "Tired... But I don't think I can sleep again... Perhaps I'll watch a movie or something. You should go back to sleep, mi Cielo."

Knowing him all too well, aware of his reluctance to impose or seek more attention, you shook your head and enveloped him in a tight embrace. Rudy hugged you back immediately, resting his head in the crook of your neck, his warm breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine. Without thinking, your hand absentmindedly stroked his shiny waves as you sighed.

"Stay with me. I don't want you to leave."

He nodded, uttering something unintelligible, but you assumed it was an affirmation. Drawing circles on his back, the quiet ambiance calmed both of you. An idea sparked in your mind, and you smiled nostalgically at the thought before tugging gently on Rudy's hair to capture his attention. He looked at you, now more serene, seemingly finding solace in the rhythm of your heartbeat as he listened.

"Would you like to hear a story, amor?"

His brow furrowed, but he nodded nonetheless, resting his cheek on your shoulder as he gazed into your eyes.

"Please don't judge me, but I wrote it when I was four."

He chuckled, nodding before resting his head on your shoulder.

"Once upon a time, in the deep blue sea, there lived a crab with his family. His name was Little Crab."

Rudy smiled, nuzzling closer to you, his eyes closing as you continued to caress his hair.

"Little Crab was kind-hearted, always offering help to his family and neighbors. Yet, he harbored a fear."

Rudy nodded, contented sighs escaping his lips.

"Little Crab was afraid of venturing into the ocean. He had never dared to explore its depths, fearing he might never return to his loved ones."

"Oh, that must have been truly saddening," Rudy murmured, his voice barely a whisper.

"Well, yes, it was... until Little Crab discovered just how much he was loved, how everyone eagerly awaited his return, and how they never gave up on him. Encouraged by their support, he mustered the courage to try. And he succeeded! Little Crab learned to swim, he became the most adventurous crab in the deep blue sea."

Rudy's breathing had steadied, his eyes now filled with admiration as he gazed at you. "That's a beautiful story, mi amor. Thank you."

You smiled, the weight of his nightmares momentarily lifted. "Rudy, just like Little Crab, you have the strength to overcome your fears. And I will always be here, supporting you every step of the way. Te quiero mucho, amor."

As you both settled back into bed, a sense of peace washed over you. The room was now filled with the soft rhythm of Rudy's breathing, a testament to the comfort and solace you were able to provide.

Knowing he felt safe with you made your heart flutter. Rudy was a fire and you were a moth, flying right into the flames, burning with the despair of war and fear but rejoicing the glory of your long-standing love and commitment to one another.

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mlmxreader · 5 months

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When You Need It | Rodolfo Parra x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Rudy

36 “I need a cuddle, you fancy one?” ❞

: ̗̀➛ The life of a servicemen is far from glamorous, it's far from romantic and beautiful. It's harsh and it's gross, and no one knows that more than Rodolfo.

: ̗̀➛ trauma, swearing, smoking, gore/graphic depictions of injury and death and dead bodies

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On the frontline, Rodolfo had seen awful and atrocious things.

He had seen men rise from the dead, covered in blood and spewing a thick and frothy yellow-green substance. Wheezing as they marched forward with rusted bayonets. Cloths of white covering their mouths and staining with harsh orange and red splodges.

Their jaws would melt, flesh spilling from bone with wet slaps against the ground; exposing red stained bone and stringy tendons. Their hands would blister and pop, spewing pus every time a finger pent or a wrist straightened. Blood would seep between their fingers as they marched. Unafraid of the lead. Unafraid of the advancing special forces groups.

The dead men did not care. Dead men marched without a doubt, without a single second of hesitation or reluctance. Dead men marched until they fell for good.

It wasn't even just them, though. He had seen, high up in the mountains, what snow and ice could do to a man.

Avalanches would leave behind bodies that still twitched; faces frozen in fear with wide and lifeless eyes staring up at the skies. He had seen the ice littered inside bodies; the stray organs attached to tree branches as ice dripped along them. As snow turned to blood. Mushy and squelching.

Rodolfo had seen so much carnage.

He had seen the stories of a thousand men that would go untold; men frozen in time, crying for a spring that would never come. Men who should have been in the ground, marching forward with rusty bayonets. He had seen so much. The discarded boots with half of a leg still inside of them, bashing against the ground as they fell from tree branches.

Rodolfo had seen so much wreckage, so much destruction. He was tired of it. He didn't want to fight anymore.

At what point will the price of a mile ever be paid?

At what point will there ever be a war worth it for that amount of lives lost?

At what point does war ever become justified?

But who was he to say? He was a soldier. That was all. He was a soldier, and nothing else. It wasn't his job to think. It wasn't his job to try and figure out if war was ever justified, or if it was ever worth the forever increasing toll on humanity. It wasn't his job to close the eyes of the so-called enemy when he saw their bodies, and nor was it his job to put two pennies on their eyelids. It wasn't his job.

But he did it anyway. He knew Alejandro did, too. Maybe it wasn't right, maybe it wasn't honourable to try and pay respects to the dead when they were apparently the enemy. But Rodolfo had seen so much inhumanity, he wanted the dead to know that he was still, on some level, human.

When he got home at last, Rodolfo could hardly stand it anymore. He thought about giving Alejandro his resignation, saying that he could no longer be in the army on mental health grounds; but he couldn't let down his friend. Amongst the many things that could be said about Rodolfo, loyal was always at the forefront. Loyal to an extreme thought.

He chucked his bags down, running a hand through his hair and daring to look at himself in the hallway mirror for a moment; the man in the reflection was one he couldn't recognise. A scruffy, short beard and moustache. Tired and heavy dark brown eyes. A permanent scowl. Hardly like the clean shaven, well rested, happy husband that he usually was. Nothing like himself.

He was dirty and unwashed, weeks spent in the mud and the blood, and not even the snow had washed it off. His hair was knotted and in certain places even matted. Hardly the sleek and shiny, conditioned and product-laced, hair that he often sported. Sighing, Rodolfo shook his head, making his way to the kitchen; he looked at the clock. You would be home soon.

He knew that. Months apart, and he still knew your routine like the back of his hand. He also still knew exactly how you liked your coffee, and how much you always appreciated a nice cigarette the second you got through the door.

But the question still weighed heavily on his mind as he thought about the things he had seen: what was so great about war?

Why was it somehow justified that he had to see the bodies of dead men with their eyes gone?

Why was it normal for so many to be buried without the proper rites?

Where was the greatness that the Mexican army had promised him?

Why had they lied to him?

Was his sacrifice really worth it?

Rodolfo had been stood in mud, bodies at his feet and full of fear with Alejandro screaming at him to go after the others with no remorse.

What had he become?

Were the duties he did really that justified?

Was it all in vain?

Why was he chosen to live, yet so many had died?

He sniffled, not even realising that he had been crying until he wiped something wet and hot from his cheek. Shaking his head, Rodolfo cursed himself quietly as he cleared his throat and did his best to try and rid himself of the thoughts; they kept coming back, until you walked in.

Visibly, the tension left his body as he smiled brokenly and cleared his throat. You took one look at him, immediately registering that something was wrong, and attacked him. Your face pressed against the side of his neck, you clung onto him tightly as you sighed and closed his eyes; Rodolfo didn't even need a second as he eagerly returned the embrace just as tightly.

"You're home," you murmured against him.

Rodolfo nodded. "I told you I would be..."

"You look tired," you whispered.

He leaned into your touch, letting you hold his weight. "I really am."

"You should take a shower," you murmured. "Get yourself cleaned up, get your pyjamas on..."

"Later," he whispered. "Por favor, mi amor."

You nodded, kissing his neck gently before pulling away and daring to smile. "Listen, I've had a long day, and I need a cuddle, you fancy one?"

You had read his fucking mind. He nodded, gesturing for you to lead the way. Immediately collapsing against you when you laid down and pulling you as close as he could.

You knew Rodolfo better than anyone, and you could tell when he had paid the price of a mile ten times over; you knew when he needed to be home.

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mlmxreader · 1 year

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We Loved, Once | Rodolfo Parra x m!reader

anonymous asked: 🪳 I hope you’re day is going well and what not.

Anyway hear me out a big break up with soap but like a year or two later he finds out you’re with Rudy.

"Nothing ever lasts forever"

"Don't you dare look at me like that"

"Who else have I got?"

"Don't go, don't go"

(Also Rudy kinda reminds me of those handsome Greek statues please agree with me on this everyone tell me I’m wrong)

summary: you really didn't want to have your ex back in your life, but at least your boyfriend will stand up for you.

tws: swearing, arguments, physical fighting, blood and injury

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"Well, if you're so fucking tired of me, why don't you fuck off?!" His voice was raised, Scottish accent cutting through as he slammed his hand on the table. "Huh?! Take your fucking stupid mouth and run it at someone who actually fuckin' cares!"

Those were the last words that Soap had ever spoken to you, in a few months it would be three years since you had broken up, and what he had said had cut you so deeply that you were sure, if you ever laid eyes on him again, you would be sick; it was a pointless argument, all over something stupid, every poisonous thing that had left his lips had been out of anger, but that didn't change anything.

You were glad you didn't see him again after that, even more glad that you were now with Rodolfo, who only ever raised his voice if you were in another room and he was calling for you to join him; sweet Rodolfo, who would rather shoot himself than say that he didn't care about something you did. Gentle Rodolfo, who would pepper your face in kisses every morning and every night that you were together. You adored him, from the way he loved you so tenderly, through to the annoying way he would softly tug at the waistband of your trousers when he walked past.

You were sure that, if you were going to marry anyone, it would have been Rodolfo; you loved Soap that much once, but that love had died softly, only to be buried in a fire of slamming doors and hitting tables. Soap never much crossed your mind; it was neither your fault or his that you had both fallen out of love, but a petty argument shortly after had set everything alight, and now you didn't want to see him again. Ever. You didn't even want to hear his name.

It was a fine sunny day today, you and Rodolfo were lounging on the grass after he and Alejandro had completed their daily run; his black sweat soaked shirt rested under his head as he eagerly pulled you over so that your head was resting on his chest. The warm grass beneath you both made you yearn to fall asleep, but you both knew that Alejandro would have you both up and running home soon enough; you had to make the most of what you were given.

You were just about to drift off when a shadow covered the sun.

"Ale, five more minutes," Rodolfo groaned.

"Alejandro's over there," that voice. That accent. It made you instinctively get behind Rodolfo when he sat upright. "Sorry to interrupt."

Rodolfo clenched his jaw slightly. "Is this a work matter? If so, Sergeant Mactavish, it can be dealt with at the Los Vaqueros' base. Not here."

Soap shook his head. "Personal matter, Sergeant Major... I didn't know you were seeing my boyfriend."

"Ex boyfriend," you corrected with a snap. "And if I didn't make myself clear by avoiding you for the past two years, I don't wanna fucking see you. And who I date is none of your fucking business, either."

Rodolfo nodded, taking a moment to grab your hand in his as he dared to give it a little squeeze. "I think you should leave."

"I just..." Soap sighed as he shook his head. "I wanna clear the air."

"No," you shook your head. "Not happening."

"You heard him," Rodolfo stood up, staying as close as he could but making sure that he was between you and your ex. "He doesn't want to see you, Cabron."

Soap sighed, shaking his head; he just wanted to clear the air, just wanted to make it known that he really was sorry and that, more than anything, he wanted to have your friendship back. He missed that kind of love, the type that made his sides hurt when he laughed too much and the type that made him feel like he wasn't completely alone. More than anything, he missed the platonic love that you used to hold for each other.

But he could tell that he wasn't wanted, so he threw his hands up, and frowned as he turned around, leaving again; only this time, it wasn't you that walked away.

When he was out of earshot, Rodolfo sat back down between your legs, and cradled your face in his hands as he raised his brows a little. "You okay, mi amor?"

You nodded, leaning into his touch as you dared to crack a smile. "Yeah, no, I'm fine... seeing him again just brings up... doesn't matter."

"As long as you're sure you're okay," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "You wanna go find Ale?"

"Sure," you agreed, taking his hand and letting him help pull you to your feet. "I love you, Rudy, really, I do."

"I know," he slung his arm over your shoulders. "I wouldn't doubt that just because your ex came over."

The rest of the day had gone swimmingly well, and you were more than happy by the time that you and Rodolfo got home; hardly able to stop grinning as you kissed him and fumbled to get through the door. But just as you sat on his lap when he got in his chair, the doorbell rang, and you groaned, pressing your forehead against the side of his neck.

"For fuck's sake..."

Laughing softly, Rodolfo gently pat your thigh as he grabbed the front of your shirt and kept you close. "Don't go, don't go."

The doorbell rang again, and you growled softly. "They're not gonna fuck off, baby."

"Cachorro," he growled back. "Just ignore it, they'll go away."

"I won't be long," you chuckled, kissing him softly as you got off of his lap. "Don't worry, it's probably just an axe murderer."

"Don't say those things," Rodolfo huffed, following you just in case.

You unlatched the door, and the second you opened it, you got the urge to slam it.

"Can you not take fuck off as an answer?" You hissed.

"I'm just here to clear the air," Soap threw his hands up, exposing his palms. "Please."

"Fine," you grabbed Rodolfo's hand, only relaxing when he started to gently run his thumb across your knuckles. "Talk."

"I'm sorry for what I said back then," he started, "it was fuckin' out of order for me to say it. I acted like a knob... and I'm really sorry."

"Okay," you shrugged. "Now fuck off. We had plans for the night."

"Please," Soap whispered. "I miss you... I miss when we were friends."

"You told me nobody gave a shit about my opinions," you started, "said that I should run my mouth at someone who cares - and look! I found someone who does."

"I think you better leave," Rodolfo glared at Soap.

"You ain't part of this," Soap hissed. "You stole my boyfriend."

"Amor, go call Alejandro," Rodolfo told you. "I have to talk with Mactavish outside."

You nodded, kissing his cheek sweetly. "Be careful."

Rodolfo stepped outside, pushing Soap back before he stuffed his hands in his pockets and glared at the Sergeant. "You told him that?"

Soap nodded, hanging his head in shame as he bit at the inside of his lip. "I did... I didn't mean it, but-"

"You told him no one cares about what he has to say," Rodolfo growled, shaking his head. "What a fucking piece of shit."

"I didn't mean it!" Soap yelped. "Besides, who the fuck are you to speak? You fucking stole him from me!"

"He's his own man," Rodolfo clenched his jaw, listening out for Alejandro's old muscle car. "He wasn't your boyfriend. You hurt him, pendejo."

The roar of the car's engine wasn't far, and you soon stepped outside as you sat on the doorstep. "Rudy, if you kick his ass, I'll stop making jokes about axe murderers ringing our doorbell."

The car parked outside, and Alejandro leaned against it as he held his phone. "Evening, (y/n)!"

"Evening, Ale!"

You made your way over when Rodolfo grabbed Soap by the front of his shirt and swept his leg under his, easily putting the Scotsman on the floor.

"You hurt him," Rodolfo hissed. "And you keep hurting him by being here."

"I just wanted to-"

"Don't make me hurt you," Rodolfo growled, shaking his head. "Just say you'll leave, apologise to (y/n), and never come back."

"You're filming right?" You asked, and when Alejandro nodded, you hummed. "Good."

Rodolfo wasn't letting Soap go anywhere, more self control than you ever would have had; Soap was crying, begging and pleading for just one last word with you, just to say goodbye.

"It's not up to me to say whether you can speak," Rodolfo grumbled. "It's up to him."

"I don't wanna speak!" You shouted over. "He can go fuck himself!"

Alejandro nodded in agreement. "Kick his ass, Rudy!"

"Please don't," Soap sighed. "Please... without him, who else have I got?"

"You've got the one four one," Rodolfo pointed out, landing the first punch and making Soap cough and splutter. "Try again."

"I know nothing lasts forever, but I need him," Soap begged.

The second punch made him howl as he struggled to grab his nose, complaining that it had been broken. The third landed at his chest, and he coughed loudly as he winced and wriggled around to try and free himself.

"My money's on Rudy," you muttered.

"Si," Alejandro nodded. "Mío también... Soap's not got a dog in the game."

He crouched down to get a better angle, letting you lean against him slightly.

The punches kept making Soap howl as he struggled to get away, but Rodolfo wasn't going to let him go so easily, and kept hitting him; Alejandro kept filming, and you stood there, wondering how the fuck you got so lucky. Rodolfo wasn't even fighting to keep you, wasn't fighting over you, he was fighting to make sure that Soap was fucking sorry for what he had said and to make sure that he would leave you alone.

The more you thought about it, the more you couldn't deny that you could see yourself being with Rodolfo for years and years; you might have loved Soap once, but you knew you would love Rodolfo for a lifetime. Only when your ex stopped wriggling did Rodolfo finally get up, looking at you apologetically as he came over.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I got blood on my hands."

"Don't you dare look at me like that," you smiled as you put your hands on his waist and pulled him close. "I don't care if you got blood on your hands... you... you stuck up for me."

"Por supuesto," Rodolfo shrugged, daring to steal a quick kiss. "I love you, what else would I have done?"

Alejandro got back up, turning the camera on you and your boyfriend as he grinned. "And we have a happy ending."

You rolled your eyes, trying not to laugh when Rodolfo started to kiss at your neck, you playfully put your hand against the phone camera. "Stop!"

"Look how happy he is," Alejandro teased, waiting for you to drop your hand before he zoomed in on your face. "When's the wedding, (y/n)?"

"Next year," Rodolfo answered, pulling away as he smiled at you, hope in his big brown eyes. "Right?"

"I could do next year," you agreed, putting your hand on his face. "But I'm retracting my promise."

"What promise?"

"No axe murderer jokes," you chuckled. "I'm gonna keep making them."

He rolled his eyes, but grinned. "I wouldn't expect anything else."

Soap knew that enough was enough, he knew he would never have you back in his life, so he groaned as he tried to get up, grabbing his phone and calling Ghost to come pick him up; nobody so much as glanced at him as he sobbed throughout the phone call, miserably dragging himself down the street to where Ghost said he would meet him after giving him the "I told you so" speech.

"You wanna come inside?" You asked as you turned to Alejandro, gently raking a hand through Rodolfo's hair.

"Sure," he shrugged. "Why not?"

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Floods | Rodolfo Parra x m!reader

anonymous asked: “You’re the reason the sun shines down” with Rudy. Just some nice fluff where the reader and Rudy are having a soft moment after a battle that left both of them injured.

summary: a moment of peace in a never ending war is a miracle, but knowing that the man you love is alive is an even better thing.

tws: graphic depictions of war, swearing, injury and death detail

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Water rushed through the scarred land, mixing ash and rubble and dirt and blood, taking barbed wire fences and men along with it; the gates were unlocked, opened, allowing the water to course through with harshness in hopes that the flood would further prevent the enemy from advancing. Enemies and friends washed away along with the sands that told their stories; some rejoiced, most mourned.

Days of fighting had lead up to this moment, too many soldiers at the very edge of anxiety, too many wondering if the water would take them, too; but it had to come to this, the enemy was using toxic gas and mortars, shelling the fuck out of anything that moved and shooting anything that breathed. The trees that once stood proudly became broken and charred, only a few scraps of branches left on once thick trunks, and now they were being carried by the water, towards the sea.

The smell of toxic gas was still thick and heavy, the cries of the wounded and dead still echoed within the gushing water, everything had been lost; those who were lucky enough to make it out alive were still heavily wounded. Burns from the gas, broken pieces of flesh from gunshots and bombings alike, many had deep gashes from barbed wire, too many would die of gangrene. Friend and foe sat upon the tops of buildings where it was safe, and wondered if it was all worth it; if it was really worth destroying land and life just for a stupid battle.

You couldn't say for certain if it was, nursing a wound from barbed wire as you laid on your back and looked at the plant pot full of wilting poppies; you could hear larks in the sky singing, and sighed, closing your eyes. It had been months since you heard larks. Brave little things. Those who survived weren't alive, that much was obvious; how could one be alive when he had seen such atrocities? When he had seen friend and foe die slowly and with great agony?

There was a time when the surviving and the true dead were the same; when they lived as much as anyone else, when they had friends and family, pets and children. They saw the same dawn as much as anyone else, felt the glow of sunset on their backs and felt the sunrise on their faces just like everyone else. They lived, they loved, just like everybody else - so why did they have to die? Why were they given orders to go and die, when politicians sat by and allowed it to happen?

The quarrel belonged with politicians, not normal people. The quarrel was with the rich and powerful, the government and monarchies more than anyone else; not with men who were simply told to go and die. There was no such thing as an enemy, as a foe. They were just like you. They sang, they danced, they ate warm bread dipped in olive oil, they loved their parents and felt love in return, they prayed and they laughed. There was no difference.

A shadow covered you, and although you didn't want to, you opened your weary eyes; you sighed when you caught a glimpse of deep brown eyes and dark hair.

"Rudy..."

He collapsed down beside you, searching for your hand and holding it limply, so drained of energy that he could have slept for a thousand years. He sniffled. "You good?"

"Leg caught barbed wire," you murmured. "Fucked my knee up."

Rodolfo nodded, letting out a wince as he tried his best to sigh. "My arm got caught."

"So we're both broken," you grumbled, holding his hand tighter. If he didn't have the strength to hold your hand, you would hold his tighter.

"Lo parece," he mumbled. "Al menos se acabo, eh?"

You nodded. Closing your eyes to try and avoid looking anywhere, scared you would see men dying in ways that would haunt even the most hardy and apathetic of men; a war couldn't end war, and a flood couldn't end a battle forever. For now, the survivors could rest, and although you were meant to be shedding each other's blood, when a young man from the opposite side came along with one of his injured comrades, you and Rodolfo helped them.

They shared bread with you, spoke of their families and how, even though they weren't allowed to admit it, they were scared and didn't want to fight; you sat together, ate together. There was no enemy. Just men thrown into a war they didn't want to fight.

When they slept, you and Rodolfo took up the positions to protect them; with the skies turning darker, you knew that you would have to face the consequence of helping men on the opposite side. But that could wait. He looked at you, weak and blood stained, and smiled.

"Always so kind."

You shook your head. "This isn't kindness. Kindness would be getting them out of the war."

Rodolfo nodded in agreement, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a packet of bent cigarettes; he gave you one and lit it before doing it for himself. "You're still a better man than half of the ones on our side. They would have shot these boys."

"Isn't that part of the reason you asked me to be your boyfriend?" You asked, weakly joking as you swallowed thickly and searched to see if there was any water left in your flask.

"Un poco," Rodolfo smiled. "It helps that you're the reason the sun shines down."

You wanted to roll your eyes, wanted to tell him that he was being stupid and cheesy again, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it; the war had stripped everyone of everything, the best thing in the world to you in that moment was the things that made you smile. Humanity always managed to break through, even at the worst of times.

"Maybe..." you swallowed thickly. "Maybe, we could smuggle the boys home with us - cachorro, they're... they don't belong in a warzone. It's the least we can do for them."

The smile on his lips faded, and slowly, he shook his head. "They'd be branded traitors and cowards if they left."

"Is it better to be dead, or a coward?"

"I know you mean well," Rodolfo dared to make his way over to you, gently holding your face in his hands as he shook his head again. "But... we have no power. We're soldiers, (y/n), we can't make these decisions."

"Rudy-"

"We can't change things," he told you. "We can protect them for the time being, that's the best we can do, corazón."

"Don't let them out of our sight," you begged softly.

"I won't." He took a look around, and sighed. "Get some rest. We'll escort them to the Red Crescent medics in the morning, get us all looked at... I'll stand guard."

You were reluctant, but you wanted to believe him as you started to lie down, your head in his lap as you grumbled and brought your leg up, your knee against your stomach as you tried not to focus too much on the pain; you wanted to believe Rodolfo more than anything, but you knew the nature of warfare all too well.

"You're a fine man," he said softly. "I'll keep us all safe."

His arm was aching, a throbbing sharp pain coursing through where it had been cut open, but at least he could take some relief in knowing that you were safe and alive; sure, he didn't count on being joined by the two young men, but the very least that he could do was make sure that they made it through the night as well.

Former foes now friends as they both moved to be closer to you and your boyfriend, he didn't mind, it made it easier to keep everyone safe; slowly, Rodolfo reached down, and laid his hand on your chest just to feel you breathing. You fidgeted, snuggling into him, and he sighed. A flood wouldn't stop a battle forever, but it would stop it for a small while. He wanted to make the most of it.

"Mi rayo de sol," he hummed. "Demasiado amable para tu propio bien."

But, that was why he loved you.

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