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sofasoap · 8 months

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Love at first sight - Epilogue

Pairing: Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra x F!reader ( aka Mini MacTavish)

Summary: Two love birds finally got together. To the relief of everyone.

Part I, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,Part 5,Part 6

Warning: E Rating. Smutty smut. inaccuracies to medical and military related. discussion of injury.

A/N: @siilvan , thank you for being a wonderful Beta-reader *hug* @jynxmirage for giving me daily encouragements of sending me picture of delicious Bayardo De Murguia to keep me going :) Thanks to @okayyadriana and @saltofmercury helping me with Spanish words :) if there are any mistakes. Please blame me not them.

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You stayed on with the Los Vaqueros In Las Almas after Rudy was cleared to be discharged from the hospital.

Approaching Price a few days after in private, you were nervous as you put in a request to stay on for a bit longer while the rest of the team moved on to another mission back in Europe soon.

“I know this is a very selfish request, Captain..” You look down at your boot, feeling guilty abandoning your team while they need you. But you can’t walk away from him this time. Rudy still needs you to look after him, or so you try to justify it. More like you need him to heal your guilty conscience.

Price observed you in silence for a few minutes, brows furrowed. At last he jerks his head towards the outside, indicating to you to follow him.

The sun is slowly setting, a few soldiers returning from their patrols and training. Everything seems so tranquil and peaceful compared to the near death mission the squad was sent to a few weeks ago.

Taking out a cigar he stashed away in his vest pocket, he lit it up, and took a slow drag before turning to you.

“You've been burying yourself in work non-stop for the last few months Mini. Is this why?” He didn’t point out what exactly he was asking about.

But, you know what he is implying.

Kicking a bit of dirt on the ground and swiping the little gravel away for no reason, you let out a little grunt, acknowledging his question.

“Stay as long as you want. You have trained your team well, Dr. MacTavish.” He chuckled as you pouted like a child, he knows you don’t like to address you with the title. “I’m sure they can handle the boys without you.” He pats you on the shoulder. “Take a good break, but I don’t know how much rest you are going to have fussing over him.”

“I’ll try to behave…” You replied sincerely, finally feeling a bit of weight lift off your shoulders. “Thank you, Captain. It means a lot to me.”

Patting you on the shoulder with a fatherly smile, “Go chase your happiness, Mini. You deserve it.”

Leaning back against the wall, you close your eyes and listen to the faint sound of music and singing that could be heard from the mess hall from a distance away, as the Task force and Los Vaqueros soldiers celebrate another successful mission under their belt after months of hard work.

A shadow appears in front of you. Looking up, you saw Rudy standing in front of you, eyebrows raised, silently asking for permission.

Patting the ground beside you and inviting him to sit down, you share the brief silence.

This is probably the only time the two of you have spent time alone in the last few months, without anyone else hovering about.

To Rudy’s dismay, Alejandro forced his second in command to take an extensive break after his return from hospital.

“Rest. You nearly died in my arms, hermano. I am sure your mother will be happy to have you at home for more than one day in a few weeks.” He commented. Alejandro turned towards you and patted you on the shoulder, “I’ll get Dr. MacTavish here to check up on you, so don’t you worry about your injury.”

Mama Parra was ecstatic to see you return along with her son. You were quite touched by how the whole family welcomed your return. Camila gave you a knowing look after giving you a hug.

“Thank you for saving my brother. And, please, look after him from now on.”

The tender look he gives you everytime you go over to change his bandages, and the desire he couldn’t keep hidden sipping through when you glide your hands, deliberately across his well defined ab. You linger your hand around his pelvis area, boldly caressing the slight bit of hair showing above his pants. Oh how his eyes darken as you flash him a sly smile, teasing him.

If only he wasn’t still recovering from his near fatal wound. If only there weren’t people always out and about in the house.

Both of you would have given in to the desire, right there and then.

But his mother would always poke her head into the room every time, fussing about and pulling you out to feed you with delicious meals, trying to show you the family photos, and with your rudimentary understanding of Spanish language, along with Rudy and Camila’s translation, Mama Parra loved telling you all the family history and childhood stories of Rudy and his siblings, and all the havoc him and Alejandro caused when they were young.

You often catch Alejandro looking at the two of you, rolling his eyes while shaking his head, exasperated that the two of you are behaving like love sick puppies yet again.

“Are you two going to make a move on each other or not?” Alejandro asked you once, when you were dropping off the health assessment reports in his office. “You know there is a betting pool happening amongst the team to see when…”

You ran out of the office in a flash, not even waiting for his sentence to finish, utterly mortified.

Rudy breaks the silence first as he softly calls out your name. Turning slightly to face him.

“Cariño. Mi vida.” The tips of your ears burn as he addresses you in such an intimate manner. How would it feel if he called out like that when he was buried inside you…? “What are you thinking?” He whispered, his beautiful brown orbs filled with sadness. “Are you… are you thinking of leaving again?” Your heart clenched with pain as he looked at you with the same nervousness and distress you saw the night at the hospital. You realise the two of you haven’t sat down and discussed the future, where to move on from here. No wonder the poor man is feeling so insecure.

“Oh love.. no.. no don’t think that.” Gently cupping his face, you pull him down towards you to lean against his forehead. “I am not leaving you. Ever again. No matter what happens. I am sorry I haven’t been clearer.” You apologised as you leaned close to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. “...well, barring from getting sent out for missions…” You added hastily.

You feel tension dissipate from him as you give him your words of reassurance. Taking one of his hands, you put it over your heart.

“This will be yours from now on. And this,” You put your hand over his rapid beating heart, “I hope I have the honour for this to be mine.” You drop down to a whisper, suddenly timid.

“From the moment I laid my eyes on you, I had already devoted my heart to you. I never expected you to return my feelings. I was happy to watch you from afar, assist you whenever I could; seeing that bright smile appear on your face is all that matters to me. I never expected anything in return.”

You were taken aback by his comment. You knew he had feelings for you quite early on, but from the moment you arrived at Las Almas? You didn’t quite expect that. Silently pining for you, doing what he does the best, assisting you in the background. You realise everytime the medical team has requested something, it would be done right away in the next few days. You got a complaint? Rudy would sort it out straight away.

“All done, as per your request.” You remember his soft smile and his shyness everytime he reported back to you.

It was all for you.

“Rudy… oh, Rudy…” You lamented. The guilt is hitting you again.You couldn’t stop the tears streaming down your face now. “I am so sorry… so sorry…”

“Cariño, it’s not your fault. You did what you thought was right at the time, and I don’t blame you for that.” He pulls you into his embrace, kissing you lightly on your head. “I admit, I was quite heartbroken, but I do understand. Duty over heart. And the distance would have made it hard.” Closing his eyes, he chuckled slightly. “I buried myself in work, trying to put it all behind me. That accidental phone call? It reignited my hope. Brought back the ache again.”

Resting your head in the crook of his neck, you enjoy the closeness, his scent, as he lightly rocks you back and forth to the music in the distance, slowly processing his words.

“I love you, mi vida. I love you so much.” He whispered into your ears. “You are so beautiful. So strong, so fierce, so loyal…” He pulled himself away slightly to face you as he took in a deep breath.

“Would it be too much to ask, for you to be mine?” He pleaded, desperately searching for an answer in your eyes.

You wrap your arms around his neck with a soft smile, “You already have my heart,” You whispered as you tipped your head up to give him a gentle kiss on his lips. “And you have my permission to take my body as yours, too.”

With that reply, he leaned down towards you for another kiss, pouring all his emotion and heart into it. You can feel both of your bodies heating up as you nudge his lips open with your tongue, teasing him.

Abruptly, he pulls you away, panting, and jerks his head towards the main building. “My room. Not here.” That was all he could get out with his mind semi-frazzled from the kiss. You nodded your head frantically as both of you made your way towards the said destination.

As the two of you passed through the mess hall towards the officer’s quarters, you thought you saw Alejandro’s quick wave and smirk. Must be your imagination?

You couldn’t help but circle your arm around his waist as he shakily tried to open the door to his resting quarters. Hands meander around his body, teasing him a little, feeling his broad muscles, his back, and coming to a stop as you palm his semi hard package underneath his trousers. As soon as the door opens, he turns around and pulls you in, and kicks the door closed. You pull him down by his collar for another kiss, desperate to show him how much you want him, to soothe his worries and doubt.

You push him to sit down on the bed, both of you still catching your breath from the heated kiss and dash.

“Please, mi amor… please, show me how you like it. Where you want me to touch…” He looks up at you, hands roaming up and down your body, voice dropping into a husky and lustful whisper.

You lower yourself to straddle him, feeling his hardness through the fabric. Rolling your hips slightly, you hear his breath catching slightly, holding back a groan.

You move one of his hands to grab your ass, and the other to slide under your top, towards your breast. “Anywhere you like, love,” You swallow thickly, body filled with want. You want him. Anywhere. Everywhere. “Just show me what your deft fingers can do.” You purred as you looked at him through half hooded eyes. .

You always wondered what it would feel like to have his hands on you after seeing him playing the guitar that night. The beautiful nimble fingers gliding up and down the fretboard, plucking away on the strings.

Standing up again to let him have better access to your lower region, he fumbles slightly as he unbuttons your pants and glides in between your pants and underwear. You let out an unrestrained moan as you feel his finger skate over your clit, before it reaches your already soaking opening.

“That’s it, my love..more… I want to feel more of you there…” You gasped and demanded as you rolled your hips with his moment. Another finger followed without hesitation, and another, until you feel stretched full of him pumping slowly in and out of you.

His thumb languidly circles your clit as you dig your nails into his shoulder, back arched and screaming his name, not caring if the whole barracks hears you enjoying the first orgasm your lover has given you.

You look down at him with your watery orbs, breathing still short and fast as you come down from the blissful high he has just given you. He pulled his fingers out of you and slipped them in his mouth.

“I want to taste more of you.” He hummed as he slowly licked his fingers, cleaning up the cum juice you drenched him with. “My mouth against your beautiful soaking wet cunt, making you happy…”

Oh, you have definitely flipped a switch on. Gone is the shy Rudy, now Rodolfo Parra, the same confidence and passion shining through his eyes that you saw from him that night playing his guitar, is requesting to please you once again. Or, is that a thinly veiled demand?

Either way, you welcome the change.

Leaning down to pull him into an open mouthed kiss, you speak against his lips.

“You will have a lot more chances for that later on, my love.” You smirked as you pushed his shoulder, making him fall back onto the bed. You kneel on the bed, legs on each side of his body. “Now, it’s my turn to give you some pleasure, as you have just given me.” You position yourself comfortably sitting on his thighs, before you start to unbutton his shirt.

Peppering kisses on his chest, your eyes soften as your hand carrases over the healed scar from months ago. That pain in your heart is still as fresh as the day you barely pulled him back from death’s door step.

“Still hurting?” You murmured as you traced your fingers over the most critical spot. “Occasional phantom pain, but I am alright now. Thanks to you.” He reassures you as he runs his hand up and down your arm.

Continuing down his body, your hands shake with excitement like a child opening a present on Christmas day, eager to see what is hiding underneath.

Your smile broadens as you pull his pants down, his impressive girth finally appearing. You heard him groaning as you gently grabbed his length, pumping it a few times before taking it with your mouth.

Rudy gasps and moans as you work away, teasing him with your tongue, sucking the tip and kneading his balls lightly. He grasps the bed sheet hard as he blabbers away in Spanish, too fast for you to follow. He took you by surprise as he let out an almost half whimper-half sob before you felt the hot cum coating the inside your mouth. You lapped it all up and swallowed keenly as he rode out the rest of his orgasm.

“I… I am sorry, mi amor. I couldn’t hold it in any longer...” He apologised profusely, clearly embarrassed. You climb back up towards him. “I am glad I have that effect on you, Cariño.” You hushed him as you showered him with kisses on his face and patted his chest.

His eyes glitter as you use the endearment in his mother tongue. “I should feel honoured that I can make you come so quickly. Now,” You stripped the rest of your clothing off. “Show me what you can do with that impressive thing inside me.”

Rudy claimed shyly he isn’t as experienced as you, but oh boy. His attentiveness, his eagerness, how much he wanted to give you a good time, all made up for it.

His hands couldn’t stop touching you, caressing you as he slowly thrusted in and out of your aching core, stretching it open, making you quiver and moan out no matter what angle and position he went for. As if the two of you were made for each other, meant to be. Your soulmate.

The two of you finally drifted to sleep, round after round of pleasure and orgasms, with his arm around you, holding you close to his chest. Afraid to let go, afraid for you to disappear again.

The whole mess hall erupted into cheers and whistles as both you and Rudy walked in, taking both of you by surprise.

You hid your face in Rudy’s shoulder, abashed by the sudden attention both of you were getting.

Rudy, calm as always, ignored all the teases as he gently took your hand, which incited another round of cheers as he led you to the back table where Alejandro and your team was sitting at the moment for breakfast. He sat you down first before murmuring into your ear and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, heading towards the serving area to grab food for both of you.

“I hope you two had a good time last night.” Alejandro smiled as he pushed the jar of sugar towards you.

“HOW–” You nearly spilled out the coffee that you were pouring into the mug.

“Why did you think the officer’s quarters were so quiet last night?” Alejandro smirked with a knowing look.

Blistering hell, he knew. He ordered people to stay away from the sleeping quarters. You wondered why the usually busy hallway was void of people as the two of you dashed towards his bedroom.

Another soldier sitting across from you laughed. " Ah, don't be so shy. We were all rooting for you and our Sergeant Major. And, you know what they say?? Tell her, mi hermanos, mi hermanas!!"

“Save a horse, ride a Vaquero!” The whole mess hall shouted in unison.

You just want to dig a hole in the ground and hide.

“...Captain.” You mumbled at Price. “Have you got Nikolai’s contact? Please ask him to take me away from this horrible embarrassment.” You buried your face in your hands. Now how are you going to face all of them?

“Might be a good idea, so we don’t have to hear your screams every night.” Soap mumbled as he took a sip of his coffee.

OH great, now your brother is talking about your sex life. Something just snapped inside you. Stuff this. If they are so interested in your life, you might as well….

Slamming your mug onto the table, you stood up on the bench, whistling to catch everyone’s attention.

“Since all of you are so interested in our love life, yes, the Sergeant Major and I finally shagged last night.” You heard your brother spitting out his coffee while Ghost thumped his back, Gaz laughing his head off. “And, ladies, his fingers are just as good, if not better than all of you imagined.” Gasps and giggles could be heard amongst the crowd. Out of the corner of your eyes, Rudy froze mid-motion while picking up some toast from the toaster, soldiers around him slapping his back and elbowing him, teasing him.

“Mini…” You heard Price trying to interject, but you held out your hand towards your captain, stopping him.

“Last, but not least, I love him, and he is off the market people! Take this as a warning, no one touches MY MAN!”

Jumping down from your bench, you walk down the aisle between the refectory tables, as if doing a victory walk between the cheering and clapping soldiers, towards Rudy, who’s now blushing from head to toe, hearing your public declaration.

“There. I think that will stop anyone from gossiping about us.” You stop in front of your lover, as he leans into the crook of your neck, feeling the heat radiating off his skin.

“Ah, querida… What am I going to do with you.” He asked, followed by a sigh.

“Well, one thing for sure, you aren’t going to get rid of me, because I am going to stick around for quite a long time.” You replied as you wrapped your arm around his torso.

“Good.” He put his plates down to the side and proceeded to lift you up high. “Because you are mine forever, mi hermosa.”

“... how much did you bet on them?”

“A hundred pounds, But that’s because I had insider information.”

“Mierda.”

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gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot · 4 months

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Heellllllloooooo lovely, happy new year!!!!!

Since you have Rudy model now *rubbing hands* Can I request for Mini x Rudy.. 🤭🤭 Thank youuuuuuuuuu

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istanmyman · 11 months

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Imagine: Alejandro x Rudy

Imagine Alejandro and Rudy in the aftermath of Alejandro saving Rodolfo from that burning house. That scene in game from Alejandro's perspective and how terrified he must've been to lose the other man; hearing him cough from the smoke over his comm and when he reached him, the other man being surrounded by flames. When they're back at their base and in the medbay. Alejandro is waiting, sitting on a chair by Rudy's bedsite.

The Sergeant Major is asleep, resting from his concussion and from inhaling so much smoke. Alejandro sighs, rubbing his hands over his own face; exhausted, shaken, but most of all relieved.

He's still thrown off by the fact that he almost lost Rodolfo. His Sergeant Major. His best friend. The love of his life. He'd scoot his chair closer and would gently tangle his fingers with Rudy's, holding his hand. Then he would carefully raise Rudy's hand to his mouth, pressing his lips softly to the man's knuckles, leaving a kiss there.

"What would I do without you?" he shakely whispers.

The ache in his heart from being so close to finding out lingers even though Rudy is right there in front of him, safe and sound again. He's merely sleeping, Alejandro reassures himself yet again that night. Alejandro slacks out a deep breath and presses his forehead to Rudy's hand like a prayer.

"Please." He begs Rodolfo's sleeping form. "Don't ever let me find that out."

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miniwheat77 · 1 month

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18+ MINORS DNI 🔞

Smut - 🔥 Fluff - ☁️ Dark - ⚠️ Sex Pollen - 🦠

Wild 🔥

#rudy cod #rudy x reader #rudy parra #rudolfo parra #mini talks

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queenofapeacefuldawn · 4 months

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Rudy's Redemption Arc (Christmas Oneshot)

a/n: they are. so silly. this is, in itself, so so so silly. i hope this gives u some sort of serotonin rush (like the one i got while writing it at 12.26 AM while on my notes app instead of sleeping)

also, um. there will be a lot of santa slander. so go into this with that knowledge. idk.

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Like the storms he was aptly named after, Yamini Kapoor-Mercado-Lopez's boyfriend burst into her apartment in a whirlwind, his face flushed, his breaths heavy.

“My queen! We have a problem,”

Her fight-or-flight response instantly activated by those words, she got up, her fingers curled around Dee Dee, dormant in its compact mirror form.

“Is it a monster?” She asked, mentally preparing herself for a possible battle ahead.

“No,” his voice grew soft, his eyes wide. “It's worse. I have to host a Christmas party.”

“...Huh?”

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In the past two years they'd been dating, and the 4 years in which they'd known each other, only once had Rudy been trusted to host a party. He was banned, of course, after the Naga Palace Screening Room Incident of 2021. The mental scars left behind still stung, to this date.

Rudy thrust his phone in front of her face, which was open to their Potatoes group chat, where the last message was, from Brynne: I can't wait!

“I thought you were banned from hosting parties?” She frowned, pushing her glasses further up the bridge of her nose.

“Ugh, I thought so too— but Brynne had a medical emergency—”

“Hold up, hold up— Brynne had a medical emergency? And I wasn't told?”

Rudy caught her shoulders, steadying her. “She's fine, but Hira's not allowing her to enter the kitchen for the rest of the day. Seems like she burned herself while cooking. But, unfortunately,”

She knew her boyfriend and her friends well enough by now to complete that sentence.

“With the Naga kingdom's resources, chefs, and ballrooms…” she continued,

“...they wanted me to host. Last minute,” He finished.

“Why not just cancel the party?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, before saying, “I agreed without thinking, before I remembered that none of you are allowed back in the royal palace.”

“Uh-huh,” she said, slowly, already anticipating how this sentence might end.

To save him the pain of finishing it, she said, “Now you need help finding a venue,”

He nodded, vigorously, desperation making his eyes shine. Leaning forward, she pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose, hoping that would make him calm down, while the cogs of her brain turned.

Glancing around her apartment, she remembered that her roommate was out of town, spending Christmas with her family, so it was just her...

“I mean, we can host it here, but…” She felt her stomach turn when she checked her watch. 5 hours left.

Releasing herself from his grip, she snatched her coat up, and continued, “We don't have a lot of time, so we need to rush to the store now.”

His eyes glittered. “You're helping me?”

“Obvi—” she couldn't finish her sentence before he wrapped her in a hug, the words Thank you, thank you, thank you! Leaving his mouth in a rapid succession.

She patted his shoulder, and said, “We don't have a lot of time, jaan.”

“But I like hugging you.”

“Rudy. My hugs won't save you from Brynne's wrath.”

“Okay, fair.” He let go of her, and just as she was about to drag him to the door and to the grocery store, he said, nervously, “Um, I just realised we have another problem.”

“Oh, no,”

“I haven't exactly grasped the concept of Christmas yet.”

“Oh.”

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This tradition of their Christmas parties had started two years ago, when Aru had broken her hand around this time, and they'd thrown a party and plied her with gifts to keep her spirits high. After that, Nikita had jokingly suggested to 'make this an every-year thing', and her suggestion was taken into stride, with each Potato being given a chance to host (Rudy was forbidden. Until today, as Aru, Aiden and the twins had flown in from Atlanta, Brynne was incapacitated, Hira was taking care of her, and Mini had the bad habit of ignoring their texts while she was studying). From the point of view of religion, they didn't really celebrate the festival, but they saw the novelty of giving each other presents and throwing parties involving strictly non-alcoholic drinks.

Since they hadn't really celebrated it 'traditionally', they'd forgotten that Rudy didn't exactly know what happened on Christmas. And Rudy, bless his sweet, lovable, adorable heart, had just taken it in stride.

“So, basically, there's a belief a dude called Santa Claus comes in through the chimney, drops off presents underneath the Christmas tree, for the good kids. The naughty kids get a piece of coal.”

She glanced up at Rudy, his nose wrinkling in that cute way of his whenever he was in deep thought.

“That's creepy,” he decided.

“That's one way to look at it,”

“And he lives in a cottage on the North Pole? That's lame— you could easily build a palace there. It's free real estate!”

His voice took on that haughty tone, the one that she found extremely funny.

She pulled into the parking lot, her thoughts wandering, making their way back to him, just in time for her to hear, “...And the concept of the elves making all the toys is just... iffy. Are they unionised? If they have to make toys for all the children in the world, then I doubt they get many benefits. It isn't fair to them— in my opinion, Santa is an extremely cruel and crass business owner, and not just a business owner— a regular home invader.”

“All that hangs true if Santa is real.”

He lifted a shoulder. “I, an exceedingly good-looking prince who is half-snake, am real. You, the demigod daughter of the god of death, with the best karaoke voice in the Otherworld, are real. So who says that Ol' Saint Nick isn't?”

Silence fell in between them. “If Santa decides to invade our home, will you protect me?” He whispered.

She laughed, and pressed another kiss to his nose. “Of course. I'll beat him away with Dee Dee.”

“Thank you. I love you.” Then, he snapped his fingers. “Wait, why are we here?”

“Panicking over party decor.”

“Right. Mini, let me introduce my plan: Get Shit Done And Evade Brynne's Wrath.”

“I'm listening, and intrigued.”

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Rudy was a taught strategist. He knew what to do, having it be taught to him during his tutoring sessions that were required as a prince.

Mini herself hadn't seen much of his strategist side, except during Plan: Attack Mini With Cuddles And Shower Her With Affection (which worked, it instantly lifted her mood); or Plan: Steal Shadowfax As Revenge For Aiden Finishing the Nutella (which kind of worked, he succeeded in stealing the camera, and wheedle a jar of Nutella from Aiden, but it also earned him a bruise on his head and a lifetime ban from Aiden's room).

She was now seeing this side of him, as he explained to her his strategy: one that would allow them enough time to buy the food, decor, and go back to the apartment to set up.

“Okay. I run to the food department, at the same time, you run to the decorations. If you can't get through, bribe them, brute force your way, I don't care. My life is on the line.”

“I will do no such thing,”

He pouted.

“No, your eyes won't work... ugh, fine, if there isn't enough time, I'll resort to trickery,”

“Okay.” He turned, but stopped, “Oh, and Mini?”

“Yeah?” She said, readying her shopping cart.

“If I don't survive today, know that I love you.”

She snorted. “Hurry up, Drama Queen. Meet me at the cashier in 30 minutes,”

“Fine, my queen. Bye!”

She laughed as she pushed her shopping cart, breaking into a run, her gaze and focus fixed on the decorations department.

Her gaze swept across a sea of people, no doubt in the same position as her, as she checked her watch, thinking, There's not much time left...

Then, she thought, I'm sorry, people. But it has to be done.

Flicking her wrist, she felt a familiar wave of magic wash over her, and, leaving her (now invisible) grocery cart in its place, she ran to the nearly empty shelves, filled with tinsel and cheap fairy lights, and anything vaguely Christmas-y off the shelves, bundled up in her arms, and threw it in the shopping cart, mentally laughing at the comments Nikita would give.

After a five minute power struggle to get out, she raced back to the cashier's to see Rudy in a similar state, his own cart piled with groceries.

As they reunited, she aggressively plied herself and him with hand sanitizer, as she anxiously checked her watch. “We're five minutes behind schedule.”

“It's fine.”

“No, it's not?”

“It's fine,” He looked as if he was on the end of his metaphorical rope.

They paid for everything and made their way outside, and, as they were loading the groceries and decorations in the trunk, she glanced at Rudy's anxious face. Cradling it in her palms, she pulled him close. “Listen. To. Me. This is a silly Christmas party, and there's nothing to worry about. You hear?”

He would sometimes get a little invested in these things, and get overly anxious about them. As a person who dealt with anxiety, Mini knew how it felt.

He gave her his signature smirk. “Sorry, Mini, but I will 100% worry about this. Because this is my redemption arc. My one chance to prove myself after the screening room disaster.” They both shuddered at the memories of that.

“Okay, fine. But if this has a negative toll on your stomach health—” He decided to plant a kiss on her cheek.

“Don't you worry. As long as I have my favourite doctor with me, nothing can go wrong.”

As she pulled open the car door, she said, “It isn't a joke, you know. Excess stress can cause acidity, and the buildup of hydrochloric acid in your stomach walls will—”

“The Christmas cookies will fix that.”

“No, they won't.”

“It's a proven science. A little bit of sugar from cookies and a bit of love goes a long way,”

“Uh-huh,” she bit back a laugh, as she pulled out of the driveway.

“Don't deny yourself happiness by not laughing,”

“I was not laughing,”

“Were too,”

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Mini got to work sorting the ingredients. (Rudy was told, “You're tall, will you please hang up the fairy lights?”)

She frowned at the food, and thought, Maybe I could make some Filipino dishes...

Those were the only ones she knew how to make well.

She got to work, chopping vegetables, when she saw a bundle of leaves in a plastic baggie, unlike any other— as she picked it up, she realised it was mistletoe.

Her first thought was, it's an invasive parasite to trees, what is it doing in my home?

Then, it’s poisonous, what is it doing with the food?

And then, she connected the dots.

“Ohhhh.”

“Hey, Rudy?” she called out, waiting for his response. “Yeah?”

“You forgot the mistletoe with the food,” she called out.

“Oh, sorry!”

A beat of silence.

“Can I help put it up?”

“Oh, sure, why not?”

She kicked off her sneakers and got up on the couch, carefully cutting off a piece of tape, and attaching it to the piece of wool tied to the bundle of mistletoe.

Just as she squinted and tried to secure it, she felt a strange sensation travel up her palm— and when she pulled her hand away from the mistletoe, she saw— a spider.

“Whoa!” She tried flicking it off, but it only crawled further up her arm.

She fell off her couch, and would’ve probably cracked her skull if Rudy hadn’t caught her, yelling, “What’s wrong?!”

“SPIDER!” She yelled back, “ON MY ARM!”

Rudy cringed; he was as fond of spiders as she was (which was to say, not much), but when the need arose (and Brynne wasn’t there), the responsibility of getting rid of the spider would fall to him. (The other Potatoes had claimed that it was because he was immune to poison, as a snake, but, as much as he’d insisted that, That’s not how it works! ; he’d been named ‘Official Substitute Spider Crusher’; contracted to do his duty in the absence of Brynne.

But, this time, he failed his duty, as, he scooped up the spider, half-listening to Mini’s doomsday declarations about the kind of poison it might have, half-feeling the spider try and escape, and, with one quick swipe, opened the window and threw it out.

As if a weight had been lifted from his chest, he took a deep breath, and told Mini, who was crouched, hands covering her eyes.

“It’s gone.”

“You killed it?”

“No,” he said, in his most sombre tones, “I didn’t have the heart to. It’s the season of forgiveness, after all.”

She offered him a weak smile, which fell when she checked her watch.

“We don’t have time.”

Already resigned to his fate of being never, ever allowed to host a party again, he held out his hand to help her up. “Well, then let’s walk into this fiery hell together.”

She took a deep, determined breath, accepted his hand, and said, “No. We can’t let your reputation die like this.”

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And, thankfully, Rudy’s reputation did not die. It was on life support. The combination of sugary drinks, sleep-deprivation, and heavy food led to all the Potatoes crashing on the floor of Mini’s apartment, the silence that comes with sleep being interrupted by Rudy.

He carefully avoided stepping on them, and began gathering up stray hot choc mugs, and plates that had been scraped clean of pasta.

He yawned, turning a fond look at Mini, curled up on the couch, bundled up in the hoodie of his she’d sworn that she hadn’t stolen last week.

Carefully putting the dishes in the sink, narrowly avoiding stepping over an asleep Aiden, (and mumbling an apology to him), and sunk in next to the couch next to Mini.

She yawned, leaning in closer next to him, as he felt her weight and warmth.

He glanced up with tired eyes, seeing the glitter attached to the mistletoe glint in the distant lights of the city.

He smiled, slightly, and, stealing Mini’s favourite move to use on him, he pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose.

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

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#mindy #the pandava quintet #mini x rudy #yamini kapoor mercado lopez #prince rudra of naga loka #aru shah #aiden acharya #brynne tvarika lakshmi balamuralikrishna rao #hira kapoor-mercado-lopez #roshani chokshi #tpq

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ssj2hindudude · 8 months

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Rudy Headcanon that you probably already knew but haven't said yet:

Rudy's Naga form has been described as Red with Yellow markings and I'm pretty sure that description fits that of a Coral Snake, meaning Rudy would likely be extremely venomous, could not give Mini hickeys, and that would be literally the only toxic thing in their relationship.

And considering there is an Indian variant called the Bibron Coral Snake that's black and orange, Rudy is most likely American-born with Indian parentage considering most Corals are found in North America

#prince rudy of naga loka #prince rudra of naga loka #aru shah #the pandava quintet #the potatoes #aru shah headcanon #aru shah headcanons #mini x rudy #snake of death

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imsaanvikhanna · 2 years

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rudy calling mini his "dark, benevolent queen" has pretty much made my day

#tpq #the pandava quintet #prince rudy of naga lok #rudy #mini #rudy x mini #yamini kapoor mercado lopez #mini kapoor mercado lopez #aru shah #aru shah ships #the nectar of immortality

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sleep-can-wait · 10 months

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Our Songs Together in a Playlist ~ College AU Part 4

Boredom. An unsuspecting feeling that can lead to danger. It happens like this: You have a lot of energy and nowhere to direct it. You turn to anything to entertain yourself, and that thing could be anywhere from doing drugs to seeing if you could jump out of a building window and survive. And that would cause a domino effect that leads to death’s door.

Mini was bored. She had finished the next week’s homework and had read through her entire medical textbook for the fifth time this week. Not wanting to experience the horror of being disinterested in everything for even one second longer, she decided to check in on one of her oldest friends; Aru Shah. Armed to the pockets with sanitizers, disinfectants, and bandaids, she made her way to the other’s house.

—

Aru opened the door still wearing her pajamas. Since it was summer, college was out for a few months, and she was apparently taking every advantage of it by catching up on long overdue sleeping hours. Mini held back a thousand comments on how bad it was to sleep through the day, seeing the dark circles under her friend’s eyes.

They greeted each other with elbow bumps before Aru invited her in.

“I would offer to get you something to drink or eat, but I’m guessing you’ll say no.” Mini sighed.

“The only edible thing you have to offer will make me gain cavities.”

“Spare me the horrors of decaying teeth.” Aru lumbered over to the couch and face-planted on the pillows, wrapping herself in a cocoon of blankets and snuggling down. Mini sat adjacent to her in a similar beige armchair.

“By the way, Aiden’s coming over today.” She said, rolling over to face her.

“When?” Aru shrugged.

“I don’t know, any minute now?”

“What?!”

“It’s fine, you can stay until he comes, or after he comes too. Neither of us would really mind.” Mini huffed in exasperation.

“I would, I’m not going to third-wheel you both.”

“Suit yourself.” Just then, the doorbell rang. Aru, not wanting to get up, yelled at the person to come in. Unsurprisingly, it was Aiden. The younger greeted her boyfriend with a ‘Hi. What do you want?’. He muttered something under his breath before going over to her and kneeling down.

“I could have sworn someone was going to take me on a date today.”

“You’re too early,” Aru grumbled.

“Be happy it was five minutes this time instead of an hour.” He flicked the drooping flower crown that adorned her head. Mini hadn’t noticed it till now and saw there were wilting pink and white flowers interlaced in a pattern, shedding petals whenever Aru moved. “For heaven’s sake will you take off that crown? It’s already dead.”

“No.” She said stubbornly, protectively placing an arm over it. Aiden laughed, carefully moving her hand away and instead intertwining it with his.

“Okay, whatever you want, Shah.” Mini vaguely remembered that Aiden would make flower crowns for Aru, and she would keep it on until the last petal fell. Then he would make her a new one and the process would repeat. He stole a quick kiss from her, and she glared at him in response, though it was pretty obvious she was trying desperately to keep down a smile and maintain a grouchy facade.

“Then I’ll see you both later,” Mini excused herself. She and Aiden exchanged a bemused smile at Aru’s antics while the girl herself waved goodbye with the hand that was still holding his.

As Mini was heading out, she took a quick inventory of the places she could go and decided to select the local coffee shop where Brynne worked. On the way there, civilians made sure to steer clear of her and her disinfectant spray, which worked just fine for her.

—

The bell hanging near the door dinged happily as she entered, signaling her not-so-grand arrival. Mini quickly tossed the wet wipe she had used to open the door and walked towards the counter. As usual, there was Brynne, with her hair in a messy bun and a black apron with the shop’s insignia in white cursive imprinted on the front, covering her jeans and blue T-shirt.

“Hey, Mini,” She addressed with a curt nod. “The usual?” Mini grinned.

“You know it. By the way, any note from your secret admirer?” The other looked exasperated at this.

“Not today. Your order will be served soon. Please, have a seat.” Brynne said in mock formality before hurrying off to get someone else’s order.

Mini admired that even though she had loads of money from her rich uncles, Brynne was determined to make and afford her own living. This would be a side job until she became a professional chef.

After making sure the small booth was ninety-nine point nine-nine percent germ-free, she finally sat down and was just about to take out her pocket dictionary for some extra light-hearted reading, when the bell dinged again to announce another person’s arrival.

It was Rudra. Or more specifically ‘Prince Rudy’. At least, that’s what he liked to be called. Apparently, he was still going through his royalty phase.

Despite herself, Mini blushed and slid down in her seat, trying to hide herself from the boy. It didn’t work, Rudy spotted her, and his whole face lit up as he beamed. He quickly strode over to her and sat opposite the seat she was on.

“Hi! Mini, right?” When she nodded, his smile grew even bigger. “Rudy,” He pointed at himself. “But of course, you already knew that.” Mini nodded again and swallowed hard. Maybe she should back up and explain.

Aiden had introduced his cousin to the Potatoes a week ago, albeit very begrudgingly. They took turns introducing themselves to him and giving him the signature elbow bump. Mini, who may have thought he was slightly attractive, completely messed up her turn by babbling, then giving a lame excuse that she had to go. When he asked what her name was, she barely got it out before slamming into a telephone pole.

“Everything alright?” She nodded and internally rubbed sanitizer on her hand before smacking herself. ‘Say something! Don’t just nod!’ Her internal voice screamed at her. ‘I’m trying!’ She screamed back. Rudy was staring at her, bewildered, but she forced a smile.

“Di- Did you know that the adult human body has an average of two hundred and six bones, but around three hundred in an average toddler?”

She would never speak again. Ever. She would say there was neurological damage in the speech part, also known as the Broca’s area, of her brain, therefore causing her to become mute. Fortunately for Mini, she was fluent in ASL.

Just as she was preparing herself to feel the sharp stab of pain when he would run away, screaming at the top of his lungs, as he once did when Aru threatened him with a spork, he gave her a warm smile.

“I see, I’ll note that down for later. How do you even know about all this cool stuff? What did you order by the way? Because-”

“Why are you not freaking out?” She blurted out, before clapping a hand (It was squeaky clean, don’t worry) against her mouth.

“Why should I? I think it’s neat that you know so much.”

“Oh.” Was all Mini could reply, but she felt giddiness bubble up inside her and rubbed at her cheeks furiously to hide the tomato-red blush.

Losing hold of the conversation, they didn’t say much of anything to each other. Mini tried to think of another conversation starter, but couldn’t find anything that wasn’t plain awful. Just when she was starting to think that all hope was lost and comment on the weather like an idiot, Rudy piped up.

“Wanna listen to some music?”

“Sorry?” Rudy scooched over until he was sitting right next to her, before handing her an earbud.

“Don’t worry, this set is brand new and I washed myself twice before coming here.” He said before she could recoil. Rudy took out his phone and started scrolling through his apps with a look of utmost concentration. They ended up staring at the weather forecast, a man dancing in a maid outfit, and a list of ‘Symptoms that Mean you are a Celebrity’ (Which Rudy took a screenshot of). He also ended up buying a makeup set, but he assured her he meant to do it. However, there was no music. Finally, Mini grabbed the phone and clicked on ‘Spotify’, before handing it over again.

“Oh,” He gave her a sheepish smile, but quickly turned it into an obnoxious beam. “Yeah, I meant to do … all that.” She rolled her eyes.

“Okay.”

“I mean it!”

“Never said you didn’t.”

“Just put the earbud in,” He sulked but immediately brightened as he scrolled through songs. “Which one do you want to listen to?” Her reply was immediate.

“So Fresh, So Clean.”

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow. “Oh. I get it. Why don’t we listen to that Clean Up song by Cocomelon while we’re at it?” Mini huffed and once again grabbed his phone.

“Hey!” Rudy weakly protested. She clicked on ‘The Devil Within’ and gave it back. This time his eyebrows shot up. “You know that song?”

“Yeah.”

“Awesome! Wait, we should make a playlist. We can both add our favorites to it.”

“So Fresh, So Clean,” Mini said without hesitation, which elicited a sigh from the boy.

“Okay, what else? I’ll also add ‘The Devil Within’.” Mini ended up choosing ‘Kings and Queens’, ‘Chammak Challo’, ‘Queen’, and ‘Friends’ (The Chase Atlantic one). Rudy decided to pick ‘Disco Deewani’, ‘Break Up Song’, ‘Substance’, ‘Prom Dress’, and a few others.

Of course, all the songs were heavily argued over. Such as:

“No, we can’t have ‘Mother Knows Best’ in the playlist!”

“No? Oh, I see how it is. Rapunzel knows best, fine if you’re so sure now. Go ahead, then give him this!” In which Rudy would hold out her sanitizer and flourish it dramatically. “This is why he’s here! Don’t let him deceive you! Give it to him, watch, you’ll see!”

“That doesn’t even make any sense, and give that back-!”

“Trust me, my dear! That’s how fast he’ll leave you. I won’t say I TOLD YOU SO-!!” And so on and so forth until they settled on a compromise. They were halfway through listening to ‘Campus’ when the food finally came. His expression turned to one of horror and she winced. How ironic.

She had forgotten to tell him that her taste in food was awful for those who weren't health critics.

It was… black coffee and a few of those zero-sugar cookies. And he had ordered the same as her.

“Enjoy.” Brynne gave a small bow, before walking off.

“Um, I guess I could always start dieting today?” Rudy hesitantly lifted the cookie and bit into it, before shuddering and placing it down. “You know what, I’m actually not hungry today.” Mini nodded and quickly left to wash her hands, and maybe her face as well. That might tone down the embarrassment.

She scrubbed her hands vigorously, humming ‘Ain't nobody dope as me; I'm just so fresh-’ on repeat before sneaking out. She was going to fix this.

Discreetly, she asked Brynne to get her a cake pop. The other was not one to question other people’s food choices, as long as it was good food, so didn’t say anything.

While peeking at Rudy to make sure he wasn’t watching, she saw him dump a whole packet of sugar into the coffee and sip it, before coughing and glaring at it.

“Maybe some creamers as well?” Brynne wordlessly handed her the food and Mini thanked her by giving her a large tip, before returning to her… friend.

“What’s that?” He asked as soon as he saw her. Mini, still feeling slightly embarrassed, just shoved the brown paper bag toward him.

“It’s for you.” He ripped it open and curiously peeked inside. Instantly he was beaming at her.

“Thank you!” He squealed, taking it out and blowing her a kiss.

“No problem.” She said, avoiding eye contact and blushing, but then noticed he was staring forlornly at the delicacy. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just, this feels too special to eat.”

“Why?”

“Because you bought it for me,” Rudy said simply as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He didn’t mean it. She had to tell herself a dozen times to make her face a little less red.

“I- I can always buy you more?” At this point, he seemed to be on the verge of tears. As he was about to break down and start sobbing right then and there, they heard Brynne’s voice from the counter.

“Can all customers please exit the building? We are long overdue for shutting down now.” Due to the fact that the rest of the cafe was empty save them and Brynne was shooting them a bunch of pointed glances, they took their food to go and hurried out.

Still in a daze, they stood outside of the shop watching people walk by. Rudy cleared his throat.

“Well, I’ll see you soon?” Mini smiled.

“Yeah.” They did a quick elbow bump and walked their separate ways.

—

Mini was in bed, texting in the Potatoes group on Instagram. At the moment, Aru was begging Mini to let her take a few days off from studying for the internship. She was flat-out refusing and about to type another ‘NO. IF YOU DO I’LL MAKE YOU EAT THOSE SUGAR-FREE COOKIES FROM THAT CAFE’ when she got a new message from an anonymous user.

Unknown: Heyyyy

Just as she was about to block them and put it off as some random creep, another notification popped up.

Unknown: This is rudy, aiden gave me ur no.

She let out a slight gasp and hurriedly typed out a response, ignoring Aru’s cries for help. It took a while to think of what to send, but after much contemplation, she settled on a suitable response which she was very proud of.

Yamini Kapoor-Mercado Lopez: Hi. Did you brush your teeth?

Unknown: Yes!!! How awesome am i for that?

Mini felt her mood instantly brighten while she talked to him and a grin curled on her lips.

Yamini Kapoor-Mercado Lopez: Very awesome. What about your hands, are they clean as well?

Unknown: Mhm! I even played so fresh, so clean like u suggested!! Totally makes the experience more fun

Bonus: They exchanged phones later and Rudy put Mini’s name as ‘My Dark, Benevolent Queen’ while she saved him as just ‘Rudy’, but when he thought she wasn’t looking, he changed it to ‘DJ Baby Snekky-Snake’.

Extra Bonus: She asked him why he sometimes called himself ‘Prince’. Rudy had shrugged and said it was actually part of his name and he hadn’t added it himself. Mini had been shocked.

The Official Mindy Playlist (Mostly Mini’s choices):

So Fresh, So Clean

Campus

The Devil Within

Kings and Queens

Disco Deewani

Break Up Song

Friends (Chase Atlantic)

Substance

Chammak Challo

Queen (Loren Gray)

Prom Dress

Not Your Barbie Girl

(Big thank you to @ssj2hindudude @maitaiwiththecorpses @queenofapeacefuldawn and @k3bookwormalert for the Mindy songs!)

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First time doing Mindy, crossing my fingers I didn't let you all down.

sleep-can-wait out

#aru shah #the pandava quintet #tpq #roshani chokshi #rick riordan presents #aru x aiden #aruden #aiden acharya #snake of death #college aru shah #yamini kapoor mercado lopez #mini x rudy #mindy

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