#deckard x reader

[minnieshrine]

𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾! 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾!

You’ve been working as a team with Luke and Shaw for quite some time now . but it seems like they both gained a small crush on you ..

(in this part, you and deckard are taking cover in luke’s house after an attack last night)

You rubbed your eyes and blinked a few times before sitting up.

“good morning mrs. l/n”

you heard a voice call out. you turned you head to come face to face with Samantha. one of your partners daughter.

“hey cutie” you yawned.

“sorry for not knocking. dad and mr. shaw didn’t want to come because they didn’t know if you slept naked or something, so dad told me to drop this off” she spoke, placing a cup of coffee and pancakes with syrup and bacon on the night stand.

“oh no it’s fine.” you replied, brushing the blanket off of you with one leg.

“eat with me ?” you asked, reaching over and taking a brief sip of your hot coffee.

“sure. i’ll go get my food.” she replied before heading to the door.

“wait, who made this ?” you asked, gesturing to the coffee.

she turned back at you. “um, dad, i think.” she answered before leaving.

hm. i guess he knows you best .

You and samantha had just finished up breakfast in bed while watching your favorite show ‘shameless’ before you two heard a knock on your closed door.

“come in!” you shouted.

“hey.” Deckard spoke as he peeked in.

“hey.” you replied back with a smile.

“uhm, me and mrs l/n have to have a little talk. why don’t you go down and help your dad clear up ?” shaw spoke sweetly to the girl. he doesn’t like children, but for this case, he has to be nice to samantha. or luke would try and crush his skull with his own hands.

“sure.” she replied, hopping off the bed and walking out the room as deckard walks in.

he closed the door behind her and turned to face you .

“may i?” he asked sweetly, gesturing to the bed.

“of course.” you replied, making room for him to sit.

“we have a new..offer.”

luke slammed another guard into the wall, huffing when he drops to the ground.

you stood next to deckard, cheering luke on as he finishes obliterating the last guard.

Deckard scoffs.

“yeah thanks for the help.” luke exclaimed as you begun to walk up the stairs.

“you handled it, big boy.” you said, looking back at him with a smirk before paying your attention back to the top of the stairs.

luke chuckles, shaking his head while deckard furred his eyebrows at the compliment.

“i could’ve handled that.” deckard said, rolling his eyes.

before like could reply, you opened your mouth.

“yeah, but it’s faster with someone who’s built like a lion.”

you said obliviously. not even looking at them when speaking.

deckard scoffed again while luke smirked at him.

you existed the building from the emergency exit, shaw coming after you, then hobbs.

i don’t like this. like at all. so i’m going to try and make more things based on f&f and prob more since i’ve been so absent. if u want more then comment. toodles😜

[multific]

More Than

Deckard Shaw x Reader

Warning: PinV sex

Summary: You had a tendency of avoiding your problems, but what if the problems come after you?

Deckard and you had good chemistry. 

Both on and off missions.

But you didn't let yourself fall into the delusion that he would possibly want more from you than sex.

Deckard after all was a handsome man, rich and good at his job, he could get anyone, so why would he want you?

You were sent on the same mission as him and Hobbs.

Needing to go undercover, Shaw and you decided to play the part of the rich couple.

You desperately needed info from a computer which was of course in an office where they are holding a gala tonight. 

What a coincidence!

So you had to play dress up with Shaw and play the part of the wife.

Of course, this was all Luke's idea because why wouldn't it be.

But you weren't going to lie, the dress that hugged your curves, the high slit which showed off your leg, it all felt a bit too much.

"Stunning." was all Shaw said when he saw you which did give you a little boost of confidence.

The way his arm held you close to his side, the way he smirked at everyone who asked about you, he looked like a proud husband.

"I got the USB let's go." you said as you were ready to dip, but then a man made a comment. The man clearly had enough champagne for that night.

Deckard immediately turned around after hearing the comment.

"What did you just say?" he let go of you as he walked towards the man.

"I said, your wife is nothing but a gold digger. A whore." the man said with probably way too much confidence.

"That's my fucking wife, no one will disrespect her!" Deckard looked mad. As if he really was your husband.

When he threw the first punch you let out a sigh. You just leaned back and waited until you heard the man's jaw and nose break and the security threw both of you out.

"Dickhead." said Deckard as he walked to his car opening the door for you.

"He was drunk." you said as you both got into the car and he started to drive.

"Yeah, now he had a broken jaw and nose on top of that."

"You know I don't care what he said right? I'm not a gold digger or a whore so..."

"He still had no right to say those things."

"Thank you for standing up for me though." you placed your hand on his shoulder as you saw him get calmer.

Mission accomplished. 

The World was saved yet again.

Deckard offered to drive you home, which you agreed to.

"Thank you for driving me." you said as you turned to get out of the car but his hand on your forearm stopped you.

"Y/N... I am not good with words," he let out a groan.

"Don't do this please, we both know you don't want anything from me but sex. I feel the tension, yes, but I told you before, I'm done fooling around." his eyes locked with yours as you finally looked at him.

"I'm not-That't not-I don't just want sex from you, Y/N. I want more so much more." you looked at him but didn't say a word. "You don't believe me do you?"

"I'm sorry, Shaw." 

"You have no clue how much I need you. Please just give me one chance. I can't keep going on like this. All I can see is you. Whenever I'm with someone, all I can think about is you, Y/N."

"Deckard..."

"I'm serious, I'm not saying this so I could get into your bed." you opened the door as he let go of your arm.

"I-I don't know." you said honestly before getting out of the car and you ran to your home.

You honestly didn't know what to say. He looked sincere, but you had your doubts. 

No matter how you felt towards him, no matter how much you liked him, you knew his kind. You ran into this many times in your life before.

You fell for a man who never wanted you as a whole. They just wanted you for one thing and once they had enough of that, they moved on. 

And you were done with that.

But if he was like your exes, why did he look so sincere?

---

Deckard punched the wheel, watching the door close behind you, he knew he fucked it up.

He should have been more honest with you. Why was he so bad with words?! 

All he could do is curse himself, now he made things awkward on top of the tension. 

Great. 

---

Later that night, you were on your couch, thinking. Still, trying to figure out whether you should believe Deckard and jump into something that you might get hurt from?

Strangely enough, you could see yourself and Deckard having a happy life. 

A knock came from your door and you stood up, finally, your food was here.

Nope.

Of course, it was Deckard.

"Look, I just-"

"Order for Y/N Y/L/N?" both of you turned and saw the guy with pizza in his hand. 

"Yes. Thank you. Keep the change." you said as you got the pizza and headed inside. "Come in," you said, turning to Deckard who headed into your home.

He looked around as you went to the kitchen. Your home was very you, with a bunch of collectables on your shelves. He leaned against your doorframe as he watched you prepare your pizza.

"I didn't lie. I have feelings for you that I cannot describe. But I know they are real." you tried to decide what to do. Should you reject him? Or accept his confession and risk getting hurt again? Your eyes looked everywhere but him.

"I don't want to get hurt. I have been, way too many times in the past."

"I know that. And I can't promise that I will never but I can promise you that I won't give up on you. I would burn the world for you."

"The fact that I find your accent extremely sexy doesn't help my situation. The way you protected me when that asshole called me all those names... You make me believe in more than you should."

"You don't believe that I would burn the world for you?" he took a step towards you.

"You don't want you to. I just want you to be by my side. To help me and to be there for me."

"I can do that too. I can watch sappy movies and cuddle on the couch." 

"But do you want to? I don't want you to change for me. I don't want you to realize you became someone you didn't want to be because I forced you to."

"You didn't force me. I wouldn't offer if I wasn't sure about it. Sure watching some Disney wouldn't be my first choice but it would do me good to take a step back from action." he watched as you took small steps towards him, you were still unsure but he was confident in what he wanted.

He wanted you.

In more ways than one.

So, when you finally arrived in front of him, his arms moved around you as he pulled you into a kiss, something both of you craved for a long time now.

---

Maybe, possibly, having sex as the first thing you do wasn't the best way for him to prove it to you that he was serious.

But you weren't complaining and neither was he.

You tasted so sweet on his tongue and you kept moaning as his mouth worked his magic on you.

And the fact that he had no hair which you could pull on didn't help. One of his hands was holding your thigh while the other had two fingers moving in and out of you, spreading your wetness as he now focused on your clit.

Your hand found his as you squeezed his fingers.

His name fell from your lips like a mantra. 

"I'm going to make you cum with my mouth, twice, then I will pound you into your bed and after I will slowly fuck you like you deserve." his voice and promise rang in your head over and over as you kept inching closer to yet another orgasm.

Your legs shook a little as you came, he guided you through it nicely.

"Up on your knees." he said as if it was soo easy. You just had an orgasm you could barely breathe.

So, he helped you up, ass in the air, head in your pillow as his cock soon found his way into your tight hole.

"Fuck, how are you this tight?!" you heard him behind you but you were far too gone. When he started to move his hips your eyes rolled to the back and you just kept moaning.

You heard how wet you were, you heard how the bedframe kept banging against the wall and you heard his soft moans and groans as he sped up.

You felt like some kind of doll which he was using for his pleasure and you loved it. He grabbed your hair and pulled on it slightly as he moved his lips down your spine, sometimes stopping to bite on your skin.

His pace never once changed or slowed down. He kept on going and he knew exactly what he was doing. 

"You good, Doll?" he asked and you could only nod. "Look at you, being so afraid I would use you for sex and now... you can't even speak. Does it feel good?" you nodded again and he smirked snapping his hips and making you gasp. "Good Girl, you feel so fucking good." at his praise you started to move back to meet his thrust. "Good girl." he growled into your hear and you felt another orgasm coming. "You are getting tighter, are you gonna come?" 

"Yes." you breathed out and so he leaned back again, moving, watching his cock disappear in you.

With a loud cry, you came as he slowly fucked you through it, praising you the entire time. 

At that time, all you could think about is that if he is giving it to you this good, you were okay with being used by him all the time.

"I'm still not done." he said and you nearly forgot.

He moved you to lay on your side as he moved behind you, his cock never left you as he started to move again, holding your leg up a little for better access. He really kept his promise as he was now a lot slower and softer than before.

"You feel so fucking good." he said as he sucked the tenth hickey into your neck. 

"Can you come in me?" you asked in your daze, forgetting completely about the condom he put on earlier. But he decided to play along.

"You want me to breed you, Baby? Come deep inside and watch it ooze out of your fucked little hole?"

"Yes." you said and it was as if a switch got turned on in him.

He let go, his composure changed drastically as he now let himself get lost in the feeling. Moving so deliciously in and out of you he kept moaning and groaning, biting and kissing your skin.

He felt like he was melting, as if you two became one and he fucking loved this feeling.

"I'm close." he whispered and you grabbed his hand, giving him some form of leverage as he kept fucking you slowly and deep.  

"Deckard, please, I'm close."

And so, both of you came at the same time. Everything slowed down for just a second.

But soon, both of you were taking deep breaths as you tried to calm yourselves.

You could barely stand but he carried you to the tub and let it be filled with nice warm water.

"Maybe, tomorrow we could go for dinner." he said as you run your fingers over his chest, he had you close to his body as the warm water surrounded you two. 

"I'd like that. You think my pizza is cold now?"

"Definitely, are you hungry? Or would you rather sleep?"

"Eat, then sleep. We can reheat the pizza and eat it." he nodded.

He held you closer to his chest as he let out a sigh of relief. He certainly didn't expect for this night to end like this.

This was all he ever wanted.

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[alessiathepirate]

The Fate of the Furious

ALIVE: Deckard Shaw x fem!reader

Summary: She thought Deckard Shaw died - yet luckily he didn't. After joining the crew on the rooftop, he had some explaining to do.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

A quiet thank you for my friend who watched these movies with me during a movie night. I love you <3

Warnings: swearing, mentioned violence and death

•••

"Oh, this will be good." Roman said to Tej as he poked - or rather punched - his arm. Both of them looked at the scenario in front of them, suddenly forgetting about their bickering over Ramsey.

Perhaps if things went differently, they'd stop arguing to quietly laugh at Shaw carrying a baby - only silently, because they perefer living over dying. Shaw with a baby was something they couldn't imagine at all, yet the thing Roman pointed out wasn't the baby. No, it was Shaw himself, who clearly overestimated his self-worth if he showed up there after the stunt he pulled.

And just in time, the girl whose feelings were very obviously hurt because of the said stunt noticed Shaw's arrival - and she looked like she's seen a ghost.

"No way, man. I really don't want to see this." Tej answered unsurely, leaning back in his seat.

"You won't want to miss it either. She'll kick his ass, that's for sure." In no other scenario would Roman dare to say that - the guy might have super hearing or something.

And just like that, the show started.

"You dick!" the shouting was so loud everyone's gaze was on her, but then - after understanding the situation - they decided to look away, not wanting to become a target of her wrath. "You absolute fucking asshole!"

"Come on, sweetheart, don't curse in front of the-"

"Don't you act like you suddenly give a shit about someone!"

"Oh, he fucked up!" Roman laughed in his seat.

"He fucked up big time." Tej agreed, and it was very rare that they did.

"No way I'd be him right now..."

Her expression was a mixture of anger and hurt, and she very clearly didn't want anyone else there to intervene - no man would dare to either way and they wouldn't succeed in doing so without getting a punch to the face.

But Letty, understanding her feelings because she was the only one she had talked to about them, did her best to diffuse the situation - in front of the child at least.

"I'll take him, don't you worry." she took the infant seat from Shaw, who had the expression of betrayal on his face.

"Thanks for your help, now why don't you go and talk this out?" if Dom's voice was anything to go by, he secretly very much enjoyed seeing Shaw's face as his son, the safety blanket he could hide behind was taken from him.

"Yeah, why don't we go and talk this out, Shaw?"

Ramsey gasped behind them and Dom patted Shaw on the back, sending him the luck he'll need. Roman poked Tej on the arm again, Hobbs chuckled from not so far away.

Deckard Shaw must have fucked up big time - he himself knew that too. It's been months since she called him Shaw. He was never Shaw, only Deckard or maybe if he was lucky enough, Deck. But he was never ever Shaw.

"All right, let's talk this out, sweetheart."

She hugged herself with her arms, not giving him the opportunity to hold onto her hand. Deckard didn't try to do so though, he understood where the line was and he didn't want to overstep it.

They walked to the other side of the roof, away from their gazes and voices, and only then did her eyes start to water.

Deckard wasn't good at apologies, but even he knew that's the time for one. She's hurt and rightfully so, but he didn't mean to hurt her at all. God, he'd go to Hell and back for her and he knew she'd do the same - they knew more than a few things about the other and they liked the other even if they don't like many people.

But now she's sad and hurt - and angry, because of Deckard and he didn't know what he should do to make it better.

"Sweetheart, I-"

"No, don't you fucking sweetheart me." Sweetheart was the petname Deckard saved for her and didn't use it on anybody else. "I thought you died, do you know how that feels? I thought you fucking died!" she grabbed onto the railing to try and regain her strength. "Do you know that I cried for you? I fucking cried for you. I almost went after Dom by myself to hurt him like he hurt me and Dom is my friend!"

He put his hand on her shoulder and she let him, but she didn't look at him at all.

"And then you just call me to tell me everything is okay, I- I don't know what hurt more: that you didn't tell me or that you don't trust me enough to tell me stuff like that."

"I trust you. I trust you and I don't trust anybody else." Deckard touched both of her shoulders to turn her towards him.

He expected her to be angry or sad, he even expected a punch to the face, like when she playfully hit him after a way too bad one liner on a mission. But she didn't do any of that.

No, she was crying. And if Deckard was bad at apologies, then he was even worse at comforting crying women - especially someone he genuinely cares about.

"Why didn't you tell me not to worry?" her voice was high pitched, the kind Deckard hadn't heard before. She never cried. He hadn't seen her cry.

He made her cry.

"Because I needed her to believe it."

It was a poor excuse. He knew it - she knew it.

Yet it was still better than not saying anything or him just saying a 'fuck you'.

"So you're okay? Not even a small cut?" she asked looking at his face, trying to find some scars.

"You know me, sweetheart." he smiled and she was the only one who has ever seen him smile. "And I know you too, so if you'll punch me please tell me so I can get ready."

She chuckled. "Because?"

"Because your punches are really fucking strong."

That was the kind of compliment Deckard Shaw gave her, the kind only she recieved and no one else. And she smiled at that too, even if her eyes were still teary and the pain and fear didn't fully go away.

"I don't want to punch you."

"Really?" he had a suspicion that she really wanted to.

"Really. I just got you back and you want me to hurt you straight away?"

"I'd let you and I'd deserve it too."

He really meant that, she thought as she examined his face, trying to find some dishonesty. She couldn't find any - but to her surprise, his eyes were soft. There was some softness in there, the kind no one's ever seen, because they didn't deserve to see it.

"No, just..." she wiped away the tears and pushed his hands off her shoulders as she leaned against the railing. "I just want you to promise me that you'll tell me- the next time, because in a job like ours there will be a next time for sure."

"Yeah, I promise."

She smiled softly, her wrath slowly disappearing and tiredness took its place. She looked tired.

"You know, we never really talk about it, but just so you know, you mean a lot to me." she said quietly, as if she's confessing something she's not ready for yet. "And I mean it. I really do. No joke or anything."

"I know." he really knew, and he also knew that not many people would do that for him. "And I'd kill for you."

"I know, you already did." she chuckled. "And not even once."

"They deserved it."

"In your eyes everyone deserves to die who looks at us the wrong way." she said remembering all the times Deckard decided to pull out a gun to shoot someone who was unfriendly. "Actually, I'm surprised Hobbs is still with us."

"I promised to fight him one day."

"Yeah, I'm not surprised about that at all." she looked at the others who sat around the table talking. "You'd win."

"I know I would."

"But he'd kick your ass too. He asked me if I want him to do that after the stunt you pulled. I said I'd think about it."

"And what do you think?"

"You'd deserve it, but I'm leaning towards a no."

Deckard laughed and so did she. It was good to laugh with him again.

They stayed quiet after that. She didn't know what else to say or rather how she should talk about the things she should definitely talk about. She thought of the last few hours and days, how Letty was there for her after Deck's fake death - and what they talked about. How she regretted not telling him the things she wanted to.

"I didn't mean it like that." she spoke up after a while. "When I said you mean a lot to me." she had his full attention, she knew it and felt it in his gaze. "I meant that I think about you as more than a friend."

She continued to look at her friends again, watched as they laughed and talked. Dom had his son in his arms and Roman and Tej were arguing again. She focused on every small detail instead of looking Deck in the eyes.

"I know what you meant sweetheart. That's what I meant when I said I'd kill for you." she had to look at him when his hand was on hers. "I just can't let them see me as a softie, can I?"

He was teasing her and he was grinning, and in that moment for her he was the most lovable, playful asshole in the whole world.

"You dick!" she shouted with a laugh as she hit his arm and she felt the others' eyes on herself. "You come back from the dead and you act like this? I should let Hobbs kick your ass. Being soft with me is the least you can do to apologize."

"I knew you wanted to hit me."

She hit him on the arm again - this time the both of them were grinning like idiots and she wouldn't have it any other way.

"Of course I do. This is the worst love confession I've ever seen."

"But you wouldn't have me any other way."

"That's right, I wouldn't. I'd be way too bored without you in my life."

This time he caught her arm before it could land and his hold on her wrist was gentle. That hand could kill and punch - and he looked damn good when he did that -, but it would never ever hurt her. Not intentionally.

They both leaned in to kiss the other - and they most likely argued about who had the balls to initiate the first kiss later. It was a great kiss, a damn good one. The one what's full of passion and emotion, the one that made her stomach tighten.

"I love you, you idiot, but if you act like you're dead in front of me ever again I--" he kissed her again to shut her up.

"I love you too."

"So much for not being a softie." she giggled as she hugged him, hiding her face from everyone - because she was grinning like an idiot in love.

"You won't let this one go, will you?"

"Not at all." she answered. "By the way, just so you know, Dom wasn't the only one who called your mother."

"You did not call my mother."

"I didn't want to punch you, but she'll definitely scold you for me."

She smirked as she saw his expression. "You're one evil woman."

"But you wouldn't have me any other way." she quoted.

On the other side of the roof the table was set a long time ago and everyone was waiting for the two of them to join in so they can start to eat. Although watching the drama before eating wasn't too bad either.

"You know, as much as I dislike him, I'm happy she's happy." Ramsey said after the pair kissed.

"I was right man, I really didn't want to see that." it was Tej's turn to poke Roman, who only stared at Deckard and her in disbelief.

"I expected more drama." Rome said with clear disappointment in his voice. "And why is she in love with the guy? What does he have that I don't?"

"Why don't you go ahead and tell that to him yourself. I'm sure he'd happily answer you with a punch." Tej teased him with a grin. "Go ahead boss, ask him."

"I hate you all..."

[yuanf3]

VIXEN — HAN SEOUL-OH

A/N frustrated about there being not enough fics with this man, so i took matters into my own hands

PAIRING alyssa spilner (oc) x han seoul-oh

TW/TAGS soft, sometimes a little bit of angst, mature (cursing, blood, 18+)

FIC SUMMARY alyssa spilner is brian's younger, half-sister, who is dragged into her brother's world filled with fast cars, reckless driving and people that just can't stay dead.

LIST OF CHAPTERS:

chapter one — "rat poison"

chapter two — "heart-to-heart"

chapter three — (coming soon)

[dontlookintoit00]

When Jayce misses the final cup on Vi’s side, Vi rolls up her sleeves to prepare the perfect shot. It misses- by a lot. Her depth perception is messed up by the heavy amount of alcohol in her system.

“Huh! I guess you just don’t have skill” Jayce says, smirking when his trash talk immediately riles her up.

“I DON’T HAVE ANY SKILL? ARE YOU JOKING ME?” Violet is around the table and up in Jayce’s face within a moment. He wasn’t bothered by the competitive nature, too confident in his sure-win once he got his hands on the ball again.

“It’s okay,” Jayce faux soothes, putting up his hands and laughing. “You’ll learn eventually, if you practice enough.”

“Yeah, laugh it up! You wouldn’t be beating me if you’d partnered up with that twink on the couch like last week.”

“What did you call him?” Jayce said, his tone suddenly very unfriendly.

“It’s okay Jayce,” Viktor’s smooth voice said, “I am a tw-“

When Claggor came back from the kitchen with a new cold beer in his hand, he almost dropped it when he saw the two of them tussling. Jayce had Vi in a headlock underneath his arm while Vi was punching him in his gut. “Let me out of your armpit, you smell like you’re in the closet!” She wheezed, body twisting in an attempt to get free

18+ This is a Mylo/reader smut fic, but you should read the first half anyways because their house party is hilarious

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62679316

[jackiequick]

Meet The Crew | Fast Five Fanfic 🇧🇷

Pairing: Brian O’Conner x Mia Toretto, Han x Soffi

Pre-relationship: Valentina Toretto x Deckard Shaw

Setting: Fast Five (2011)

Summary: Being the run for more than 2 years going from country to country, city to city, just to run away and survive. But what happens when Dom comes up with a plan to get their lives on track? Steal from the biggest man in Brazil. Then your gonna need a crew.

Characters: Dom, Brian, Mia, Tej, Roman, Val and etc.

Click here to see information for the rest of her story.

——

The last few days have ran cold. After arriving in Brazil, everything took a turn and keeping bigger lives at stack.

First with Val finding out what Mia is pregnant, having not told Brian yet. Then the heist they went on that Vince planned going haywire with Val, Dom and Brian getting caught then running to the safe house. To the argument between everyone on Vince not playing fair, where he left to go do his own thing.

And now!

They were being chased by policemen and Reye’s men across the streets and on top of the building finding themselves hiding out. Dom wanted to spilt up until Mia announced that it wasn’t the best idea.

Brian agreed with Dom, until Val said, “Tell ‘em sis..”

“I’m pregnant.” She said with a smile, out of breath from running across the bay.

Dom and Brian were shocked but happy. Hell, Brian was overwhelmed with joy fulling his best girl into a kiss. Val told them that they needed to stick together cause they’re family just got bigger.

It was settled that night by the boys while the girls slept that they had to stop running now. Make a life for themselves. So it was made to get their earning attention and some cash. Buy they’re freedom.

But they needed a team.

The next day, they planned as well as they could looking above the city.

“Okay let’s run through the basics.” Brian said leaning against his girl with a smile.

“First we need a chameleon. Someone who can blend in.” Dom said winking at Val and added, “Anywhere and can handle themselves.”

Soffi and Han were on they’re mind from the last heist.

“What else?” Mia asked.

“Hmm. A fast talker.” Dom said, “Someone who can bullshit they’re way out of anything.”

“I got that!” Brian announced with a smile.

His mind went to Roman.

“This guy has a lot of surveillance, so we need someone who’s good with circuits.” Mia added, meaning Tej could do the job.

“And with those circuits, Reyes is gonna have walls. We’re gonna need guys to punch through those walls.” Val told them with a nod.

Leo and Santos could do it.

“Hmm. Weapons and utilities.” Val added smiling.

Giselle was skilled for that.

“And last but not least. Two precision drivers. Two guys who won’t crack under pressure.” Dom said with such pride in his voice and a grin at only grew by the second.

“Oh you know we got that!” Brain repiled with a teasing grin that match his friends.

That left Val and Mia with research and experienced planning.

———

24 hours later. The team came together.

Roman and Tej walked in jokingly insulting each other.

“When you gonna give Martin Luther King his car back?” Roman asked, putting his bag down.

Tej scoffed, “As soon as you give Rick James his jacket back.”

They both cracked a smile, giving one another a bro hug. That was when a motorcycle rolled in, parking right in front of them. It was a women who was riding. The said women got off, removing her helmet as she shake her hair with hearing the guys.

“Sexy legs babygirl, what time they open?” Roman asked with a half smirk.

That was when a handheld gun landed right in between they’re faces, resulting in both men to back up a second.

“They open the same time i pull this trigger. Want me to open them?” Said Giselle with a small grin.

As if on cue, Leo and Santos walked in joking around in Spanish. Roman felt offended as him and Santos started bickering. Tej and Leo brought themselves into the conversation too as Giselle rolled her eyes.

“I thought cock fight were illegal in Brazil.” Han said walking with his girlfriend who smiled at his comment.

“I guess not.” Add Soffi with a smile, glancing up at Giselle.

That was when Dom announced himself with a smile, “I see you all met!” Mia, Val and Brian walked in behind him greeting they’re friends.

Val and Mia ran into Leo and Santos arms for a tight hug, having not seen each other in a while. Brian noticed Soffi standing off to the side, grinning to introduce himself.

“Hey.” He said with a toothy grin, welcoming her to the group.

“Hi..” She replies with a soft smile, noticing a warmth to the blonde that eased her.

“I heard about you.”

“R-really? F-from who?”

“Dom. He talks a lot about his time in the D.R. He said you and Han help him pull a heist there.”

“Oh yeah! It was burning there but we got the job done. I just don’t know why we were called here. I mean, what can i do to help?”

“Dom and his sister said you were like a chameleon. Trying to handle the situation and blend into the crowd?”

That was when Dom spoke over them saying they got a job to do, leading them to a group to debrief. Brian and Dom explained their target along the issues as everyone cut into the conversation.

“Sounds crazy. You brings us to a whole other country so we can rob the dude who runs it? I thought this was business, sounds personal to me. Is this was it is? I got love for y’all but personal ain’t good business. I can’t do this homie.” Roman said turning to walk out.

Val shared a smirk with her brother as she said, “So what we’re talking about is 100 million dollars.”

That’s when Roman stopped in his tracks, spinning around flabbergasted as he exclaimed, “Y-you say wha-? A-a-huna—you see sometimes i be overthinking man. And i know we just met girl, but you just kinda gotta..”

“Roman stop talking.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Soffi couldn’t help but snort at his reaction, being a little surprised herself by the announcement of that much money. Brian shared a smile with Mia as Dom kept explaining saying whatever they can take, they split it evenly. It surprised everyone.

Then Soffi stopped to think and spoke up, “As soon as you hit the first one. They’re gonna do everything they can to protect them.”

Giselle and Han added something else, as everyone nodded to their reason.

“Exactly.” Dom simply said with a smile, planning on what to do.

With that being said, the guys went to Reyes underground place to make themselves known, that they mean business. Burning his money and coming up with the next part of the plan. As well as keeping eyes on the police department scanners. Then the plans were set into motion.

The guys did the heavy duty part like breaking into police station to see the safe they would steal, placing extra cameras around town, and searching for extra ways to get around the city. Han and Val even ordered in a replica of the safe to replace with during the heist.

Because he’s hella rich.

Roman was eating while watching them work. Tej looked over his shoulder to see Val sitting by the stairs holding a pin and needle. She was pulling some fabric together, having a placement made for their safe.

“Girl what are you doing?” Tej asked, holding up his stack of paperwork.

“Isn’t it obvious? Tini is going to the beach later haha!” Roman exclaimed with a laugh, which earned him a glare.

“Who told you that nickname?” Val said glaring at him playfully.

“Brian. I think he told the others too.”

“Remind me to whoop his ass later.”

“What? Its cute!”

“What’s cute?” Said a voice that belong to Soffi, who was snacking on a bag of chips.

“Tini!” Roman yelled.

“Who’s Tini?”

“Vally over here!”

Val groaned shared a look with Tej who snorted at her annoyance.

It clicked for Soffi as she gasped with a smile, “That’s you nickname? I didn’t know that!”

“I’mma kill Brian..” She muttered, “Only he ever used that nickname before. Now y’all know.”

Tej chuckled, “Welcome to my world! Roman will never shut up about it now.”

“It’s cute! I-I like it.” Soffi said, noticing the fabric in her hand, “Uh, w-what’s with the bikini? A-are you going to beach?”

“That’s what i said!” Roman yelled once again chuckling, “If so babygirl, can i come?”

“No, I ain’t going to be beach. Someone else will. Since Tej said the safe needs Reyes fingerprints, and we can’t exactly get them..” Val said, looking at the tech genius.

“…you’re gonna swipe his handprints to use it against the piggy bank’s system. Smart girl!” Tej said, finishing her sentence.

“Exactly! Han and Soffi are up.”

“Wait seriously? R-right now?” Soffi said, looking over her shoulder to see Han.

He leaning against the wall with a smirk hearing his name as he chatted with Giselle.

“Nice. I like the easy stuff.” Han added with a smirk and kissing his girlfriend’s cheek, “See you outside babe.”

“I-i-wait! Han! Ugh!”

“Time to work our magic baby!”

He walked out with a grin that made her blush. Roman and Tej teased the girl for blushing. Soffi was a little confused about the actions she would take until Val pulled her aside into a room to change. Soffi was gonna wear the purple bikini and Giselle was gonna be there in the background as back up, just in case.

But it was her case to do.

She was a little worried it won’t go well however she saw the look in Val’s eye. A look of bravery and courage that would result in confidence for the task.

Val even joked, “Honey i seen you in action. It’s easy.”

“Alright, alright. Give me the towel.” Soffi replies joking, snatching the towel out of her hands and run out.

All Val can do was laugh as she went back to hanging out with Tej and Roman. She knew Soffi, Han and Giselle would get the job done they’re own way, but it was time for that to wait.

However that didn’t mean Val wasn’t gonna have some fun herself, heading out to buy extra drinks and catching a ride to the exact spot where Giselle told there they would be.

She stayed nearby the palm tree with Giselle watching them, reading the room then quickly walked away.

Han was snacking on some chips and chatting with Soffi who sipped her drink. They were eyeing Reye and the group on the high deck of the guesthouse across of the low end the beach. The pair were flirting and chuckling, wondering what was the man’s plan.

“I make six bodyguards.” Han said, glancing over his the guest shoulder.

“Seven.” Soffi added watching them, “The guy with the fanny pack is a tourist.”

“You think we should stay here after this is over?”

“Sure! I like the beaches here but you should watch your habits first.”

“Huh? What did i do?”

“You quit smoking, babe. I’m happy you did! But the snacks you were eating today, a lot more than usual.”

“I know. I’m handling it. I’m getting better.”

“I know and I’m glad you are.”

Han noticed the men on the stairs and sighed, “Well this is a real bust. We can’t get his fingerprints out here. Call Val, do some more reconstruction on the plan.”

“No..I don’t want to do that.” Soffi said, looking at the house and her outfit for a moment.

“She will understand. Giselle is here, we can try to do something else as we figure something out.”

“Or..um..uh-l-let me t-try something here. P-please?”

“Y-you sure?”

“Y-yeah. Watch out for me.”

Soffi took a breath, not wasting a second as she let the towel fall off her body and onto the floor. She smiled to herself feeling good swaying her hips walking away from the table in her purple bikini.

At that same time, Giselle followed beside her with a wink wearing her own valued bikini.

Han was left with his jaw dropped onto the ground, his fingertips stopped before ever reaching his mouth with the bag of nuts. He smiled softly to himself, biting his lower lip chuckling.

“Damn.” He muttered to himself.

The man speechless in place as both women walked over to the open house party, past the guardsmen smiling.

Soffi sat on the armrest of the chair where Reyes sat with a smile, as Giselle rested her hands on the shoulder of Reyes friends. She laughed at his jokes. Meanwhile Soffi smiled chatting with Reyes as he placed his hand on her bottom against the fabric of the bikini.

Han raised an eyebrow at his movements, rolled his eyes at the action with a grin.

She got the handprint.

“Nice.” Han muttered with a nod, waiting for them to finish to head over to the beach.

———

Later on the trio returned back to the bunker to find Roman and Tej working on the vault. They were confused once they returned with nothing but two bikinis in hand. One purple and one red.

Both men looked confused. Until Soffi lit a flashlight over the bikinis Giselle and Han were holding. Two handprints for extra measurements. In result the guys smirked and joked.

Tej smirked, “So did he just smack the ass or did he grab and hold on to it?”

Roman laughed as Soffi smirked waving the flashlight at both men jokingly.

————

Some stuff happened afterwards. Almost getting caught by the cops resulting in them putting a tracking on their trucks and testing how fast they were in the cars for the heist drifting away as quick as possible. But no one was fast enough, but it’s because they need certain cars to get past the city with ease.

Police cars.

So the boys went off, expect for Santos and Leo, to search for them. Meanwhile the girls stayed by relaxing, chatting about what they would do with their money.

Giselle wanted to go sightseeing without watching her back. Valentina wished for the ability to travel the word and have her own small adventure. Soffi wanted to open up a small shop to bake and sell her favorite treats, using the money left over for something special. Mia just wanted to relax at a small beach house and have her own little thing going on before she left to go to the store.

If only they could clear they’re names just as quickly.

By the same time she returned from the store as the boys did. They were racing in cop cars, with Brian winning against Dom. But Mia returned with a certain someone. Vince.

Everyone stood up in defense and confusion about his return. Some didn’t even know who Vince was but stood up to protest against against the man. Mia was trying to explain what exactly happened as they thankfully listened.

But Val was ready to pounce at Vince, it took Soffi and Tej to hold her back as she yelled at her oldest friend. Brian was about to get in Vince’s face wanting some more answers until Dom shut both of them up. Calling his oldest friends over to help him fix the car to talk, letting everyone cool down and allow Vince to eventually join in their plans.

Eventually everyone did. Cooking dinner for one another, bringing out more chairs and couches to sit on, extra tables and a radio. Some sat around tinkering with items, Dom was fixing one of the cars with Vince and Brian meanwhile Roman, Tej and Han talked. Everyone was speaking with the idea what would they do with their millions of dollars.

—————

Everyone had plenty of ideas. Some traveling, going to Las Vegas, getting cooking classes, buying houses and so much more. Tej wanted to start his own business to fix cars and not let people get ripped off.

“You peoples dreams are to start day jobs?!” Roman exclaimed, looking at them like they crazy.

Mostly looking Tej like he was just talking crazy for suggesting that idea in the first place.

Soffi crossed her arms, “What’s so wrong about that, Roman?”

“Everything! Y’all got money, use to the buy luxury gifts and items like you couldn’t afford before.” Roman said, sipping his drink.

“So what will you do then, Roman?” Valentina added, standing next to her friends with Giselle behind her grinning.

So in result the man explained how he do plenty of things, from buying himself suits to his very own plane. All the girls smirked and laughed, teasing Roman that they will try to steal the planes and jets for they’re own plans. Tej and a few of the others rolled their eyes chuckling.

Val grinned saying she will use Roman’s jets to travel the world and such. From Italy to Cuba to Hawaii and a sweet return to the Dominican Republic. Soffi and Giselle saying they will join her, suggesting France as well. A mini girls trip, including Mia and the others.

Roman jokingly got offended and rolled his eyes teasing them back, going to get everyone refills as they waited for dinner to be served. However once he stopped at Brian and Mia, he got hella confused. Mia kept saying she can’t drink and Brian insisted, leaving Roman with odd look on his face.

Until Brian rubbing his girlfriend’s nonexistent bump as Roman’s eyes lit up. It clicked.

“Ohh! Are you serious right now?” Roman exclaimed with bug eyes and a cheeky grin turning to Dom, “Is that the reason you let him beat you in the quarter mile? Hahaha that was a baby gift!”

Mia was giggling brightly.

Brain looked at his best friend, trying to defend himself and said, “No, that’s messed up.”

“That was a baby gift.” Roman repeated with a growing grin

“No, your not taking that from me.”

Tej walked up with a smirk acting all chill and asked, “Wait wait wait, hold on a second. So, did he just smack that ass or did he grab it?”

Val smirked bursting into laughter as she rubbed Brian’s shoulder jokingly and walked over to Dom. She grinned seeing they’re friends all congratulate Brian and Mia on the pregnancy.

Mia stayed hugging Soffi and Giselle the longest.

“Baby gift, huh?” She asked teasing him smiling, “Wanna explained?”

Brian followed behind her giving Dom a look, wondering the same thing as they both shared a matching smile.

“Baby gift?” Brian repeated.

“I have no idea what they’re talking about.” Dom replies with a smile, shrugging.

“Yeah sure.” Val added.

Once everything died down still celebrating the new, Dom called everyone to circle back for he can give a small toast.

Everyone chuckled, giving small smile to each other and leaned against the other person enjoying the moment.

Each member had a drink in their hands as they looked up to listen to the man who put all of this together.

Dom took a breath took as he look around the room and then spoke, “Money all come and go, you know that. But the most important thing in life will always be the people in this room. Right here. Right now. Salute mi familia.”

“Salute.” Said everyone raising their beer bottles, as you heard the light cling once they were brought together in a circle.

Everyone smiles, some sipping their drinks and others lean against the person next to them for a tight squeeze.

It was real.

They’re all here in Brazil.

Together.

And they’re finish off the week pulling off an heist.

It’s gonna be nuts.

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1.2 - Mysteries Unsolved

EP. 2 - MYSTERIES UNSOLVED contents: prologue | 1.1 | 1.1.5 | 1.2 | 1.3 | 1.4 |

The boisterous crowd roars obnoxiously as their adrenaline -- and substance -- blown eyes watch the deathmatch beneath them. A tall, athletically slim man hunches over his opponent with her every step, his sharp eyes follow and when she disappears in his blind spot, his pointed dog-like ears twitch.

Face shot, slip right, double jab to left stomach. Slip left, slip right. Left upper hook. 3012

Cast in his shadow, Hyde stands unravelled and alert. Her typically covered figure dawns a simple grey bandage wrap that was buckled tight across her breast, chiselled torso was on display. Her brown skin is traced with scars, black taped hands are intact and soiled with blood. Her short hair was pulled back in a puff, rogue strands brushing against her brow bone.

The two fighters pant, exchanging punches as they fall into a dance of evenly matched hits. Whenever he punched, she slipped and whenever she kicked, he blocked. A bell rings causing them to look up, the official waves an orange flag as a refurbished street sign behind flickers: Ability Round.

Right slip, left slip. Duck under, chest shot. 4036.

With that call, the fighters transform before the crowd's eyes. Sett's hands enlarge and his digits curl inwards as pointed claws begin to grow. Hyde's eyes flash green as matching coloured lines trail down her body and under the waistband of her jeans. Sett jumps forward, right fist reeled back as he gathers all of his might.

Before he could land the hit, a thick vineyard ploughs into his chest. He soars backwards, planting a crescent into the arena's stone walls. He growls, charging at the teen as his legs pick up at preternatural speed. Hyde leans forward, slamming her hands into the stone and grassy mixed floorbed. A zig-zag of weeds sprouts from the crack of force, aiming for the Vastayan.

Left jab. Slip left. Right uppercut. Double left jab, right hook. Face shot. 7900.

One after another, they wrap around his limbs relentlessly despite his attempts at cutting them down. Blinded and winded, Sett fails to free himself when a chakram slings in an arch through the grassy tendrils. He falls to his knees, confused, and as he turns around two other chakrams sling at his shoulders. Pinned to the wall, his eyes widen as Hyde suddenly appears in front of him, the metal heel of her boot connects to his chin and it forces his head against the wall.

His body slumps without further effort. The crowd then roars impossibly louder as the official, a brown yordle that resembled that of a Chilrean, lowers himself into the ring with a bag of cogs in hand. Hyde grabs the chakrams, sheathing them as she makes her way to the yordle's side. He grabs her wrist, speaking to the audience.

Hyde - 8015. Vi - 7900. Hyde - 5390. Vi - 4092.

"And your winner, Zaun's very own," he trails dramatically, "the Champion of the People... Hyde!"

A roar bursts in a round of applause; however, Hyde's reaction was stoic and empty as she accepts her earnings.

Leaving the trenches of the Underground, the crowded party streets were absent and daunting. Three figures burst from a door on her left, two masked enforcers were beating on a random Zaunian. Her eyebrows furrow, the oppressive presence hadn't raided these streets in years.

As if they could feel her presence, the officers look over at the teen. She freezes, her jaw clenching anxiously as they inch toward her. Her earthy eyes fall onto the damp wall beside her, the hum of magic echoes in her ears.

The officers freeze as she punches at a patch of moss that engrained itself within the stone. Enforcers watch the rock and moss come to life, rippling down the wall and blasting through the street. The conjured beam of earth slams against the two, allowing her to escape on foot.

Slipping into a narrow lane, she leaps, climbing effortlessly onto the roof of a building. With the wind blowing through her hair, the child of Janna darts through the sky. Beneath her, the streets of Zaun were flooded with blue suits and fancy masks.

Her face scrunches with anguish as old memories force their way from the corner of her mind. Flashes of enforcers paroling the Underground for pure pleasure as they abuse families and taunt drunkards into fights.

The closer she reaches the Last Drop, the angrier she becomes. Flipping inside Vander's office from the roof, she makes her way downstairs where an angry mob seems to have gathered around Vander and Benzo.

Sevika plants her hand on a table, face scrunched, "we should hit them back. We've got the numbers to beat them."

"Yeah," a man echoes. "Let's teach them what it means to mess with us." The others follow, their cheering sentiments coming together.

Vander and Benzo stand against the bar, unmoved. The barman lights his pipe, inhaling the substance before glancing at the crowd.

"You sure that's what you want?" A voice calls from the back, "let's do it!"

"We've crossed that bridge once before, and we all know how that ended," he states. Hyde's nose twitches, mage marks hum with power once more.

A man shakes his head, "you're just protecting your kids." Vander glances over his shoulder, the group of children that had started the issue watch silently from the shadows.

Vander shuffles in front of them. "I'm protecting our people. I'd do the same for any one of you," he softly argues. "We look out for each other. It's the way it's always been. This will blow over. We just need to stand together."

From the shadows, Hyde shakes her head. Her face tightens with anger at every pacifist word that spews from her mentor's mouth.

Sevika speaks up, "the Vander I knew, the one who built the Underground, wouldn't be afraid to fight."

Taking a slow inhale from his pipe once more, Vander steps toward the woman, looking into her eyes. "Do I look afraid?"

She snarls, unflinching. "No. You look weak."

With a sharp whistle, she begins to walk from the bar as the crowd follows. She comes to a small pause at the door, her hazel eyes glancing at Hyde's gold ones in the dark. Sevika sends a nod at the teen before leaving out into the streets. Looking down at Vander, she hops over the railing and lands on the bar.

"So, this is it?" She questions, looking off at the quiet environment of the bar.

"Enforcers raid the Lanes tireously, abusing the old, the sick, and everyone in between and we're just supposed to what? Twiddle our thumbs and hope that everything just goes over their heads?"

He sighs, "Hyde."

She shakes her head, "no. Vander, I'm not a child anymore! I have my rage under control now, but topside still has that pretentious stick shoved up their asses. Nothing has changed in the four years we've played nice."

She points at the door of the Last Drop.

"That explosion that happened during the robbery was the aftermath of something extreme. The owner of the apartment was some rich nerd, of all people. They're going to make an example out of someone and if that means all of Zaun then they will. It's time to start fighting again."

"You know I can't," the man rubs at his bushy eyebrows, shoulders tense.

"We've both seen the consequences of what happens when we rebel. I blame myself for a lot of things, but losing your mom and then the girls' parents... that was my call and I was the only one who left standing."

Hyde shakes her head, "you're forgetting that I was there, too. You've forgotten that those days are no more. We're healthier than we've ever been. Not many of us work within in the mines, struck with Grey. We can fight and we can fight harder than ever before. My mother knew the risks and she still brought me on that bridge, she still stood at your side."

"I get that you want to protect us," she scoffs. "But playing the middle man will only get you killed, Vander. Just pick up your gauntlets and let Piltover know that Zaun simply wants their independence. It's what we deserve."

She walks for the door when Vander chimes from behind. "You're leaving your coin," he calls. She stops, looking at him from over her shoulder.

"It's a part of Ekko's inheritance," Hyde shrugs. "The rest of the stash is hidden with Benzo. Give it to him for me?" With that, she walks out of the Last Drop with a new toy and a plan.

Straddled in the center of Benzo's shop, Hyde drinks from an amethyst-coloured bottle. Her eyes stare hooded and contemplative as calloused fingers trail the electrum lines that have attached themselves to her skin like a tattoo. She hums softly to herself as she remembers the day she discovered her heritage.

"Oh, my little flower," her mother coos, leaning forward on her knees toward the small child curled in a corner. "It seems you've unlocked a sense of yourself a lot quicker than expected."

She glances over at the beanstalk rooted in their living room, just brushing the ceiling. The woman takes on a wince, glancing down at the five-year-old. "Hopefully, we can clean this before your father comes home, yeah?" She chuckles.

"You're... you're not mad at me? At all?" The young girl sniffles, large brown eyes gleaming similar to that of a baby yordle. Her mother laughs, her heart of steel softens, as she shakes her head.

"Of course not, my heart. This simply means that you're growing into a strong woman."

"You are your mother's daughter."

"Hyde?" A gasp breaks her from the flashback. The teen looks up, glazed eyes meeting Vi's sombre ones. "What are you doing here? I, Ekko's been looking for you since Vander gave him your bag of cogs."

The older teen sighs, leaning back in her chair. "I'm doing what no one else seems to be able to do, Vi."

She looks over at the pink-haired girl, a small smirk perks on her face. "Taking responsibility, such an honourable thing that those with the most loving hearts do."

Vi freezes, shaking her head. "No," she breathes.

"Hyde, please tell me you're not going to take the fall for my fuck up. You have Ekko waiting for you to return, you've gotten yourself an apartment -- a job. Why screw that up? Why leave it behind when I can admit my mistakes?"

"As you said," Hyde shrugs, "I've made my accolades. I've fought in a war, I got a job, I've created a mound of inheritance for my loved ones when I'm gone; not a lot of people down here can say they've done the same. You deserve to live that life too, shortcake."

Hyde then looks over at her, eyebrow raised. "What're you doing here?" She retaliates. "I took the capsule for a reason, so what made you come here?"

"Vander," she admits.

"After he gave me a talk about trying to go about everything with violence, we got back home and he realized that his capsule for the Sheriff was gone. I already knew it had to have been you, I heard everything you said to him after Sevika left."

She leans against the older teen's shoulder, head laying on top of the wild mass of curls. "And?" Hyde urges her to continue. The girl bends her head in shame, wide eyes adopting a puppy like pout.

"Since we've met, you have fought for us," she huffs. "This can't be the end of everything," she whispers. "What are we going to do when you're gone?"

Hyde picks her head up by the jaw, softly. "You live, make a name for yourself and live," she lands a soft peck on her forehead.

Keys jingling paired with heavy footsteps catches their attention. Eyes narrowed, Hyde stands off of the stool as she pushes Vi behind her. Her shoulders form a hunch as her fists clench. The door swings open, barely surviving on the broken hinges thanks to the blue eyed girl.

The teens relax, eyes widen with surprise. "Vander?" They question. 

In the doorway stands their father figures, their usual mugged faces had been replaced with one similar to panic.

The taller man sighs in relief as he steps in further, "we don't have much time." 

"How did you find us?" Vi wonders.

Hyde, on the other hand, shakes her head. "You can't keep trying to fix things, Vander." 

His large hands cups their shoulders. "I'm proud of you, both of you. Always have been," a soft smile takes over his bearded face.

Hyde looks off to the side while Vi shakes her head. "Tell her that she shouldn't do this, please. There has to be something else that we can do," she begs.

Dogs begin barking in the distance. Benzo looks over at them, "Vander." He glances over his shoulder before focusing his gaze onto Vi.

He cups her face close, "you've got a good heart. Don't ever lose it. No matter how the world tries to break you. Protect the family." 

His eyes take a moment to glance at Hyde before returning to Vi's wide ones. "What are you--"

Vander pushes her back, into a cellar and shuts the door forcefully, locking it. 

"Vander!" Vi calls. "Let me out. This isn't right," she begins to bang her fist against the wood.

Hyde hears the enforcers enter the shop and looks over at them. She tilts her head, "Grayson." 

The captain nods, "Hyde. Now, am I to be taking you in or that?" She nudges her head in Vander's direction.

The teen holds out her hands, "I'm sure you already know the answer." 

Grayson nods for Marcus to handcuff the teen when Vander steps in front of her. Her tense face slackens, eyeing the man in confusion.

Marcus does the same, snarling. "You going to let me make the arrest or not?"

"You'll oblige a doomed man one last smoke," he sighs and lights his pipe. "The hell he will," Hyde blurts.

Grayson steps forward, "I'm not putting you away, Vander." He shrugs, "the council needs its pound of flesh and it won't be her."

The captain looks up, "without you down here, it all falls apart." Hyde nods, frantically. "Benzo will handle things," Vander nods to the shorter man. 

"He may not have my devilish charm, but he runs a tight ship," the barman compliments. Hyde looks between the men with a glare of betrayal.

"You won't be coming back for a long time," Grayson once again tries to change his mind. 

Vander walks toward Marcus, nodding. "I know." Hyde goes after him, arm reaching for his.

"Stop, please. Vander, stop playing the fucking martyr," she hisses as her honey eyes become teary. Benzo holds her into his chest, a permanent scowl decorates his wrinkled face.

"Why?" Grayson inquiries. Vander hums, "it's the only way."

Handcuffed, he follows Marcus outside. Grayson falls into step without another word while Hyde pushes Benzo off of her. "Let me go," she growls and marches out the shop. 

"Vander--" She falls silent as Grayson and the rest of her men are confronted by a beast.

The sole survivors -- which were herself, Benzo, Vander, and Marcus -- huddle beside one another as their eyes watch every direction for the beast's next attack. 

Amongst the fog, boots click against the wet stone as a figure slowly approaches. A slender man with one blue eye and an orange eye favored on the scarred part of his face comes into light. Benzo and Vander's faces drop as Hyde gazes between the three with confusion. 

"Silco?" Benzo gasps. He growls, "you animal. Go crawl back into whatever hole you came out of." He stalks forward, stick ready.

"Benzo, stay back," Vander calls. 

Hyde panics, her breathing frantic. "Benzo, stop!"

The man, Silco, simply stares at the husky man. "You never did know when to walk away." Vander takes a step forward, "wait."

Benzo goes to swing when the beast returns, racing into the man as his blood coats the ground.

"No!" Vander cries. Hyde belts, "Benzo!"

Vander falls to his knees, eyes closed while Hyde silently cries; finding it impossible to look away.

"Hmm," Silco tilts his head. "Stubborn to the end."

Marcus steps forward, eyes wide. "What the hell have you done? This wasn't the deal!"

Silco steps forward, "deal's changed." He tosses a huge bag of cogs into his chest, walking past him. 

The beast steps closer to them, his growl vibrating through their bones. Hyde steps in front of Vander, her mage marks appearing with a daunting glow. It goes to punch at her when a green shield appears over her, absorbing the impact. Strands of green tendrils bounce off of her form, surrounding the barren alley with light. 

The beast roars, slamming against her shield with both hands. Hyde grits her teeth, her body caving under his weight as her energy begins to deplete. From behind, Vander shakes his head as tears trek down his chiseled face. The monster breaks through her magic, sending the mage stumbling back. 

He slams his fist into her side, forcing her to fall beside Benzo. As if it knew her, the beast sends a taunt-like huff at the girl before stepping to Vander. It reals back its arm as the man closes his eyes, waiting for the hit, and lands a heavy cross against his jaw.

Vander topples, the last he saw was of Silco. 

Silco quietly turns to walk away. The beast grips Vander and Hyde by their hair, dragging their bodies down the street. Hidden in the sky, Ekko stares frozen as his eyes tremble. He watches the plot of blood that circled Benzo's body to the streak of it that followed the trail his sister was dragged. He shakes his head, collapsing onto the metal roof as he watches their shadows dimen in the distance. 

[jay-the-muppet]

Watching Fast X makes me desperately want Han x reader x Deckard threesome fics

[ave09]

replicant

1982!rick deckard x reader

note: rewatched blade runner 1982 and wrote this! might be one of my fav things i’ve written besides my ‘i know’ han fic! i kinda wanna write a part two, so if you’re interested in reading one, let me know!

“i’m not taking that goddamn test, deckard.” 

“i’m not pressuring you too.”

“but you are.” you snapped, rising from the bed, collecting your discarded clothes from the floor, “you keep insinuating shit, i’m sick of this. i am not a replicant.” you snarled, pulling on your undergarments and deckard’s oversized shirt. 

the man jumped out of the bed, retrieving his boxers from his side, pulling them on quickly. he then rushed towards you, his hand gripping your wrist as he whirled you around to face him. 

“don’t leave.” 

“i’m not gonna sit here and be berated by you.” you snapped, yanking your hand away, “i’m not some fucking replicant.” 

“then take the test.” 

“and why would i do that? this isn’t a relationship, deckard. this is purely sex, i’m not supposed to be emotional and open about it.” this was all it was. casual. the whole point of casual sex was to go without feelings.

“it’s my job to know, okay? i used to do this professionally.” you shook your head, “well if you used to do this professionally then why the hell can’t you tell by my eyes or some shit? you’ve known me for two goddamn years, you think that i’d have known by now if i wasn’t human?” 

you had memories. why wouldn’t you be human? 

“then just take the test.”

“you take the test!” 

“i will if you do.” you were now caught in a trap. you sighed, crossing your arms over your chest. “fine. i’ll take your stupid test.” the man seemed satisfied, beckoning you over to the kitchen table, “hit the blinds, will you?” you nodded, walking towards the windows, pressing your hand against the button. 

the blinds automatically were pulled down, leaving the room cloaked in darkness. deckard had his setup ready now. you exhaled deeply, walking towards the table, taking a seat across from him.

he cleared his throat, “alright, this is how this is going to work-“

“i know how it works.” you snapped, fiddling with the ends of deckard’s old shirt, “just ask the damn questions.” 

and so he began. “it’s your birthday. someone gifts you a calfskin wallet.” 

“i return it. i already have a wallet.” you replied.

“you become pregnant by a man who runs off with your best friend, and you decide to get an abortion.”

“i wouldn’t get an abortion. my best friend can go fuck herself. i’d keep the kid.”

“you’re watching television. suddenly you realize there’s a wasp crawling on your arm.”

“i’d kill it.” 

“you’re reading a magazine. you come across a full-page nude photo of a girl. you show it to your husband. he likes it so much, he hangs it on your bedroom wall.”

“why would i like it? i’m not a lesbian. i’d leave him. i should be enough.”

the questions continued on. you were giving suitable answers in your opinion. and you could only hope they’d suffice.

you couldn’t be a replicant… could you?

no. it wasn’t possible.

not when you were in love with the man you’d been sleeping with for over a year. a replicant wouldn’t be able to feel love, right? 

the questions were over quickly. and so you sat, fiddling with the fabric of the shirt, awaiting his response. 

slowly, he rose from his seat. you frowned, “deckard?”

he backed away slowly, almost cautiously, turning his back to you. you found yourself standing from your seat, uneasy breaths slipping past your lips. “rick?” 

that was the first time you’d used his first name in a long time.

“rick?” you asked again. “what is it?” 

you couldn’t be a replicant. you couldn’t. it wasn’t possible. 

your lips quivered, “dammit rick, what is it?!” you exclaimed, your voice echoing throughout the empty apartment. 

slowly, he turned to you. and only then did you take notice of the weapon in his hand. your eyes softened, “rick..” you mumbled, flooding with emotion. 

“please..” 

you took a step towards him, “don’t do this.” you begged, your voice cracking slightly. 

you watched the internal struggle written on his face. he didn’t want too. rick deckard despite his best efforts had found himself falling for you.

and this was the last thing he wanted to do.

his adam’s apple bobbed as he raised his weapon, his hand trembling.

“please…” your voice was soft, fragile, “i-i love you.”

a single tear slipped down his cheek, his eyes closed for a moment, his face screwed up in emotion. “don’t say that.” 

“i do. i love you, deckard.” you repeated, as if saying it would change your fate. 

“stop it.” he whispered. 

“please-i’ll-i’ll run. i’ll go and i’ll never turn back… deckard please.” you begged, eyes stinging with tears. 

he opened his eyes, those beautiful hazel eyes that you loved so dearly were glossy with tears. and you accepted that if this was to be your fate… at least you’d be looking at what you loved most.

“i’m sorry-“

“i love you.” 

[secret-agents-found-my-diary]

Title: Speeding into trouble

Pairing: Brian O’Conner x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humor, Found Family

Summary: You and Brian are trying to have a normal day, but with this family, “normal” is out of the question—especially when Hobbs and Shaw get involved.

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Sundays were supposed to be peaceful

Supposed to be.

You were sitting on the hood of Brian’s Skyline, sipping your iced coffee, watching as Dom and Letty argued over who was the better driver (again), Tej and Roman were making bets on a ridiculous drag race (again), and Brian? Well, Brian was currently losing his mind because his car keys had mysteriously vanished.

“I swear I left them in the ignition,” Brian muttered, patting his pockets for the fifth time.

You smirked. “You mean the same ignition that you never leave your keys in because, and I quote, ‘I’m not an idiot like Roman’?”

“Exactly,” Brian said, before pausing and narrowing his eyes. “Wait—was that an insult?”

Before you could answer, a deep chuckle rumbled from behind.

“Looking for these?”

Brian turned, and there stood Luke Hobbs, twirling the car keys on his finger like it was his car. The man was built like a tank and had the smirk of someone who enjoyed messing with people.

Brian sighed. “Hobbs, man. Really?”

“I had to make sure you were still sharp, O’Conner,” Hobbs replied. “Wouldn’t want you getting rusty.”

You snorted. “Yeah, because stealing his keys is a great way to train him.”

“I didn’t steal them,” Hobbs said, looking far too amused. “I borrowed them. For safekeeping.”

Brian pinched the bridge of his nose. “You are the law, man.”

“Exactly.” Hobbs tossed him the keys, which Brian caught effortlessly. “See? All good. No harm done.”

“Yet,” came a dry British voice.

Everyone turned to see Deckard Shaw leaning against his car, arms crossed, watching the scene with his usual look of disapproval.

“What’s the matter, Shaw?” Brian smirked. “Jealous you didn’t think of it first?”

Shaw rolled his eyes. “Unlike you lot, I have better things to do than play hide-and-seek with car keys.”

Roman, who had been stuffing his face with snacks, pointed at him. “Yeah, like losing to me in our last race.”

Shaw’s gaze turned cold. “You cheated.”

“I won,” Roman shot back. “Same thing.”

Hobbs looked between them. “You two wanna settle this now? I’ll referee.”

Tej groaned. “Oh God, not again.”

Meanwhile, Brian wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close as the inevitable chaos unfolded. “So much for a peaceful Sunday,” he murmured against your hair.

You chuckled, resting your head on his shoulder. “Like we ever get one.”

He sighed, but there was a smile on his lips. “Yeah. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

You glanced at your insane, dysfunctional, perfect family. Then back at Brian, the man who somehow kept you both grounded and swept up in the madness.

“Yeah,” you agreed, lacing your fingers with his. “Me neither.”

And as Roman and Shaw bickered, as Hobbs looked way too eager to referee a fistfight, and as Dom and Letty still argued about driving, you realized—

This was exactly the kind of Sunday you’d always have.

[multific]

His Strength

Deckard Shaw x Reader

Warnings: kidnapping, torture, injury

Summary: Emotions run high when you think you are about to die.

Deckard was panicking. 

He was fumbling around, trying to finally open the door to this damned trap.

He promised you he would protect you.

He promised you will never get into the crossfire.

And now, he broke his promises.

They found you and took you from him.

He knew he was supposed to be better. He shouldn't have formed an attachment. He shouldn't have fallen in love. He shouldn't have, but he did.

He fell in love with your whitty attitude and smile. He loved you deeply. And now, he will have to watch as you die because of him.

They knew how to hurt him, they knew where to stab so Shaw would break.

They took you.

They hurt you.

And now, they will kill you. and he can't do anything.

No matter how hard he pushed on the door, it wouldn't open.

He could hear the noises behind it.

You didn't beg or cry. 

A loud bang could be heard.

A shot.

And silence fell.

Then, Deckard reached his lowest, he slid to the floor. Pure rage took the place of the panic as Deckard watched his hands.

Revenge.

They killed you, so he will avenge you.

But then, he heard your voice.

"Deckard," his head snapped up at the door. "Come get me." you said and Deckard snapped.

He stood up, and kicked. Kicked and kicked again.

The metal door fell to the floor.

He saw you, tied to a chair, surrounded by men with guns and knives.

Deckard had tunnel vision.

And he had one mission in mind, getting you.

Just as you asked.

You closed your eyes and waited.

You knew it was only a matter of minutes for Deckard to get you out of here.

And it was.

You soon heard his voice calling for you, asking if you were okay, and while you did have some injuries, mostly, you were okay.

Especially when he took you into his arms.

He took you to the doctor who patched you up.

Then, he took you home, showered you, and got you into bed.

You slept knowing he was right there.

Deckard couldn't sleep.

His mind was running wild.

But deep down he knew, his enemies were all wrong.

You weren't a liability, you weren't his weakness.

You were his strength. 

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[alessiathepirate]

December 25

Prompt: Christmas party. / Mistletoe.

Fast and Furious: Deckard Shaw x fem!reader

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If Magdalene Shaw wanted you around for Christmas, then you most definitely were around for Christmas. It didn't matter that you had somewhere else to be or something else to do. What she said was more important and serious than the Bible itself.

Even for her kids. Especially for her kids.

Sometimes she wondered how their mother bought their affection and company. Maybe they found her scary when disappointed. Or she simply won them over with fake tears.

For Deckard it was most definitely the fake tears.

Sometimes she even laughed how easily Magdalene managed to get what she wants from them. There were times when they smiled at the other when Deckard couldn't see, and they quietly giggled when he realized his mother was playing around to get what she wants from him.

She actually liked Magdalene Shaw. She respected her too. However it was her turn to be left in the dark. Because no matter how clever the woman was, she most definitely didn't know that she was dating his son behind her back.

Not like it was supposed to be a top secret. No, both her and Deckard loved the woman, they just knew neither of them is mentally ready to take in her overbearing reaction. Or Hattie's. Or Owen's...

So they just decided to stay in the dark.

The Shaw Christmas party was a success. Of course it was. It didn't only have everything one might need, but it had a surprisingly pleasant mood too, the kind that meant none of the siblings were bickering. She had the idea that their mother talked to them beforehand.

"Are you enjoying yourself dear?"

She looked up, only to see Magdalene, who stood next to her armchair and looked down at her with a smile. She purposefully chose to sit there, in a corner with Hattie and Owen so she wouldn't have to introduce herself to every person she hadn't met yet.

"Of course." she smiled. "It's a wonderful party."

"See, that's why I like you." her hand touched her shoulder in comfort, yet that was the first time she felt like the woman knows something she doesn't.

She looked at Hattie for some support, but she only tilted her head discreetely as a no and Owen only shrugged when his mother couldn't see it.

She turned back toward Magdalene and smiled too. "Although your kids are acting a bit too nice for my liking, I was hoping for some fun."

That 'fun' meant shooting someone in the head or driving through the streets in a car with no car doors. Still, she prefered that over their nice behaviour at a Christmas party.

"As long as it's after the party, I'm not against it." her hand finally disappeared and she felt like she can breath again.

"That's what she promised to us too." Hattie said as she smiled and she did too. They had a nice friendship going on which meant 'if you want to leave I do too'.

"I'm really sorry to disturb you dear, but would you get some ice from the kitchen? I'm afraid one of our guest got into a nasty fight."

"And we are the ones who have to behave." Owen spoke up before she could, but he shut his mouth as soon as his mother gave her the look.

"Sure, I'll do it." she stood up after she made sure her dress looked nice. "See you in a sec."

The Shaws had many apartments all around the world and each and every one of them felt like a labyrinth - especially if it was full of people. She gently squeezed through them - almost stopping when she heard some of them talk about dealing cars - and finally reached the kitchen.

It was a big, dark and empty square, the one where she liked to hide when people became too much. She didn't bother with the lights, knowing the light source from the hall was enough. She quickly found the freezer and opened it, then she started to look for the ice.

It was already in her hands when the quiet sound of careful footsteps hit her ear and she grabbed onto the ice firmer as she turned around, one arm raised to smack the person in the face with the thing.

Her arm, however, was luckily caught. She would've felt extremely guilty to stare at Deckard's bruised face when they were alone.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" she cursed as she looked at him, her mind proceeding who she's seeing. "I almost hit you with the fucking ice!"

"You wouldn't have." Deckard smiled and she almost did too.

"I could have." she answered as she freed her arm from his grip, even though it felt really nice. "Where were you all night anyway?"

"Mom put me on firearm duty." he explained. "Someone might have a gun."

"Well do they?" she asked with a confused expression.

"Obviously." he smirked. "But so do we."

She turned to close the freezer and put the ice pack in her other hand.

"Merry Christmas by the way. I didn't have the chance to tell you that yet." her features turned calm and soft, just like it always happened around him.

"Did you get me a present?" his eyes were playful.

"Depends." she played around. "Did you get me one?"

"I might have."

She leaned in first, but he was the one who kissed her. She sighed as she kissed him back. It was the first kiss of the day.

"You look great in that dress by the way. It fits you well."

She slightly blushed at that.

"Thank you. You're not so bad yourself."

"Why are you in the kitchen?" he asked, looking like someone who really doesn't know.

"Your mom sent me here for some ice." she explained. "So we should get going before it completely melts."

"Let's get going then."

Deckard gently held her hand as they reached the hall, intertwining their fingers and holding her firmly, not wanting to lose her in the crowd. She liked it when Deckard was leading her, looking out for her even in the safest moments. She appreciated that a lot. She loved that about him a lot.

"Will you come over when the party's over?" she asked, trying to speak through the chatter and the music.

"Of course sweetheart." he answered as he pushed a man aside who was standing too close for his liking. "That was my plan from the beginning. Besides, I really bought you a present."

She blushed, but luckily this time he didn't have a single chance to see it. They reached the corner where she sat before anyway and she felt strange as she realized Deckard kept his eyes on her throughout the whole evening.

"Here it is." she said as she gave the ice pack to Magdalene.

The woman took it, but her eyes never left hers.

She felt Deckard's hold on her hand tighten and she realized that their cover was blown. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing really came out. She could see Hattie and Owen changing looks in the corner, then they took a sip from their wine.

"Thank you dear." Magdalene said, her face staying serious. She then turned to look at his son. "Don't you fucking lie to me ever again." her features then softened fast, clearly stating that she wasn't really angry. "Mistletoe by the way." she pointed out the thing above them and left.

She could hear Hattie's laugh from the corner.

[yuanf3]

VIXEN — HAN SEOUL-OH

2. chapter two — "heart-to-heart"

series masterlist

A/N sorry everyone for the delay, got caught up with school - anyway, here's chapter two, hope you like it <3

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The sun bore down relentlessly, casting waves of heat that seemed to dance off the cracked pavement. Beads of sweat formed on my brow and I let out a breath but remained focused, my hands steady on the wheel of the 86’ Honda Civic. I sat patiently, my eyes fixed on the men across the street, their movements deliberate as they loaded duffel bags into the sleek black SUV. 

Come on, let's go already.

As they finally finished — thank fucking God — and climbed into the vehicle, I fired up the engine of my own car and reached for the burner phone, fingers dancing over the screen to dial Dom's number. 

"Four's on the move," I murmured into the receiver before hanging up, my attention shifting back to the road as I subtly tailed the SUV.

Minutes ticked by, the world blurring past as I kept a safe distance and weaved through the bustling streets, the black SUV never far from my sight. Then, like clockwork, I spotted a familiar 70s Dodge and beat-up Nissan idling at the intersection ahead, and I briefly glanced to my left, catching my brother staring at me. A sudden sense of realization crept into the back of my mind. I shook my head, scoffing. Our plan was working.

Another heartbeat later, and we split off in different directions, each of us playing our part. My heart raced, fueled by adrenaline cursing through my veins when Tej's voice crackled through the radio on the passenger seat, his words slicing through the tension. 

"I know y'all said they were consolidating the money somewhere, but, y'all ain't going to believe this."

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I stood under the scorching midday sun, squinting against its relentless glare as it beat down on the streets of Rio. The heat was oppressive, mirroring the tension that hung thick in the air around us. My eyes narrowed as I caught sight of the imposing building ahead, its stone facade gleaming in the sunlight — a freaking Police Station.

The irony wasn't lost on me, and I felt a wry smirk tug at the corners of my lips. Police officers bustled in and out, seeming oblivious to the criminal activity unfolding right under their noses. I wanted to scoff at the whole situation. Hernan Reyes, the notorious drug lord, hiding his ill-gotten gains right under the nose of the law. It was audacious, I had to give him that. But it also made our job that much more difficult.

"Well," Brian muttered under his breath, his hands in the pockets of his jeans, "this job just got a lot harder."

“No kidding,” I chimed in, standing beside him and crossing my arms over my chest, my expression a mix of amusement and disbelief, “We’ll have to get even more creative.”

Rome's voice cut through the tension, his disbelief palpable. "If he's moving it into a police station, he's got some serious brass in his pocket."

"Looks like this is going to be a shorter trip than I thought," Santos said in Spanish, his tone heavy with defeat and resignation. Leo's agreement was swift and vehement, "Hell, yeah, we can't do this."

“'Can't'? You mean, 'shouldn't,'" Han’s words sliced through the conversation, drawing my attention. I turned to him, a flicker of surprise at his perspective dancing in my eyes. A small smile passed between us before I quickly turned away, squashing any flicker of conflicted emotion this man’s smile stirred within me. 

Before I could dwell on it further though, Dom's voice broke through the internal turmoil. "I say we stick to the plan."

"You say what?" Roman's incredulous voice broke the silence, injecting his trademark skepticism. His words drew my attention, and I turned to him, intrigued by his reaction. He looked at Toretto as if the man lost his mind. Couldn’t blame him.

"This just went from Mission: Impossible to Mission: In-freaking-sanity," he continued to exclaim, his frustration evident in his tone.

I exchanged a knowing glance with Brian, a small smirk playing at the corner of my lips. Roman's dramatic outburst never failed to entertain.

"Whatever, man. I ain't scared, I'm just letting you all know, going in that building is crazy," he finally declared. With a shake of his head, he turned and walked away.

My brother followed his suit as he muttered, "I got this.”

Aware of the moment of silence and a whispered conversation between Leo and Santos, I stepped closer to Dom, the midday sun beating down on us, casting harsh shadows across the pavement. 

"Don't worry about him," I said, my voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Pearce is a full-time drama queen, but he'll come around. Besides, we’ve faced crazier situations than this before."

Dom nodded, his expression still serious. "Yeah, but this time we're walking into the lion's den. Reyes isn't going to make it easy for us."

I couldn't deny the truth in his words, but I had to maintain some semblance of optimism.

"True, but that's never stopped you before. You've always found a way to come out on top,” I replied, my tone firm, injecting a note of reassurance into my voice that I hoped would bolster his resolve. 

"We gotta make sure everyone's on board before we move forward,” he said, his gaze scanning the scenery ahead of us. He seemed lost in his thoughts as if this job put more pressure on him than anything ever before but he’s been like that since I’ve met him. I guessed losing the love of your life had that effect on you. 

I’ve never gotten a chance to meet Letty. It was ironic actually because my brother met up with her quite often in our apartment during her undercover work to take down Braga but I was either out with friends or working. Brian sometimes shared a few stories about her from the time when he wanted to make a detective, how he always thought that Letty had seen right through him but she never said a word. Things would’ve been different if she did. That’s why in some kind of a twisted way, I owed her. 

"Agreed," I affirmed, crossing my arms on my chest and then shrugged, following Dom’s gaze. "No biggie. Just remind them of the 11 million they're getting."

My attempt at levity didn't go unnoticed. I grinned and watched as a brief crack in his serious demeanor appeared and a hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Bullseye. 

It was good to loosen up a bit, especially during moments like this, so I liked to think that sometimes optimism was the best thing one could ask for in times of struggle. And I was here to provide it. 

Because God only knew how much I needed it.

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The dimly section of the warehouse cast shadows across our faces as we gathered around the table. Out of pure coincidence, I stood beside Han, my senses on high alert while the place seemed to shrink with every second that went by. I felt like I was sixteen again, having a crush on a boy who helped out in Brian’s garage part-time, only to find out he was gay and worked there to ogle my brother. Tough times. Learned my lesson, never again. 

That’s why irritation grew inside me like a parasite and the uncomfortable feeling of awkwardness washed over me as the scent of his perfume lingered in my senses and my attention was divided between the man to my right and the task at hand. His presence was like a magnetic force I couldn't ignore, even as I desperately tried to focus on Mia’s briefing.

"The beauty of public offices?” She leaned over the table, a roll-up in hand, exposing the blueprints of the Police Station we wanted to break into. I was aware of the fact of how ridiculous it sounded. “Public records."

Brian's finger jabbed at a point in the labyrinth of walls and measurements. "This is where he's keeping the money. The vault in the evidence room."

“Um. Uh, yeah. Can I get everyone's attention, right here, for a second?” Tej interjected, raising his finger. “We're talking about breaking into a police station.”

Silence fell upon us as everyone waited for him to elaborate. “Is anyone listening to those words? Anybody? Popo? Five-O. One-time. Pigs. People we don't like.”

He’s got a point.

"You know, police stations are designed to keep people in, not out,” Han spoke calmly, glancing toward Dom, who observed with a cautious and sharp gaze. I could almost see gears turning in his head like the man was coming up with a detailed plan on the spot. 

My brother nodded in agreement. "That's why it's a stealth mission. We'll be in and out before they even know we were there."

"Well, we'll need to get eyes in there,” I chimed in, already getting an idea of what we could use. Or rather who. “At least to find out the make and model of that vault."

"So the vault and then, so…” Roman muttered probably to no one specifically, seemingly lost in thought, making a sudden, weird gesture towards the papers. “It's crazy. Who's supposed to do all this?"

Without missing a beat, I exchanged a knowing glance with Brian before turning to Pearce. Another wave of silence settled between our group as the man in question looked around, bewildered by our sudden focus on him. I raised my eyebrow, waiting for him to realize what was going on. His eureka moment occurred a second later.

"What do you mean? Why me?"

"Because you got the biggest mouth,” I stated matter-of-factly as if it were the most obvious answer in the world. My smile was sweet as honey when I earned a scoff from Tej, a couple of snickers from the others, and a very offended stare-down from Rome.

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The sun cast hues of orange and pink across the sky as I stood alone on the rooftop of the warehouse, the wind whispering against my bare skin. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to relax, even if just for a second. It was moments like these that made me forget the troubles that constantly haunted me. 

Brian, Tej, and Rome had gone to the station to get an idea of what exactly we were about to encounter and it was nothing that we hadn’t expected already, so Santos and Leo had taken over to blow up a few pipes in the main bathroom. It wasn’t much of a surprise to see these two smiling like Cheshire cats when they heard what their job was. It was safe to say that I had my doubts but hey, gotta be positive, right?

Just as I began to lose myself in the beauty of the scene unfolding in front of me, my phone interrupted the moment with a sharp ding.

“There goes my peace,” I muttered to myself. Sighing, I pulled the phone out of my pocket and glanced down to see a text from an unknown number flashing on the screen. My brows furrowed and I quickly unlocked the screen, my eyes going back and forth as I read the message that immediately sent an unpleasant shiver down my spine.

Have fun in Brazil, love. I’ll see you soon.

The words hit me like a punch to the gut, igniting a surge of anger and panic within me. It was like the wind got knocked out of me and my heart sank as painful memories flood back, memories I've tried so hard to bury from a time when I had been naive and desperate. I never told Brian how badly I’ve struggled after I’ve moved to London. I didn’t want him to know about that part of my life where I made mistakes that almost cost me my life.

Those first few months after my move, when I was vulnerable and alone, struggling to make ends meet and juggling between studies and two jobs, were terrifying. My brother was gone, disappeared without a trace, I was hit with the enormous amount of assignments and I was about to be evicted from my apartment.

Then I met Owen. He appeared like a savior, dazzling me with his charm, his sophistication, his extravagant gestures that seemed straight out of a fairy tale. Back then, I had been naive, craving affection and stability in a city that felt alien and hostile. 

I thought I loved him. He had swept me off my feet with his lavish dates, his expensive gifts, his promises of a life I had only ever dreamed of. And as simple as that, I had fallen. Oh, how I had fallen, head over heels, straight into his trap. I hadn't even stopped to question the sincerity of his words or the intentions behind his actions. I was too enraptured by the illusion he had crafted around me, too desperate to believe that someone like him could truly care for someone like me. Someone so insecure and scared.

I didn’t realize who he was until it was already too late. The facade had slowly begun to crack, revealing the darkness lurking beneath the surface. And then, when I finally dared to confront him, to demand the truth I had been too afraid to seek, he’d shown his true colors. The subtle manipulation, the way he always seemed to know just what to say or do to keep me ensnared in his web. I was so blinded by the illusion of love that I never stopped to question the price I was paying.

And I’ve paid a fortune. I’ve paid in tears shed in the dead of night when I thought no one was watching. In missed calls from my friends, whose concerns were silenced by Shaw, and in the gradual erosion of my self-worth, chipped away bit by bit until there was almost nothing left. It was a miracle I’ve managed to leave him, but I wouldn’t be able to if it wasn’t for Hilly and Jessie. 

Now, a fury surged through my veins. I wanted to throw my phone against the concrete floor, to scream out in frustration and defiance. But instead, I took a deep breath and forced myself to ignore the message, to push it aside like I've pushed aside so many other reminders of my past. If he was going to try and get me, I’d welcome him with open arms and a gun pointed at his head. 

With a sharp exhale, I dismissed the text, refusing to let fear consume me. The hatred I’ve felt towards Shaw had reached a level that could no longer be described with words but with actions. 

As I stared at the vanishing sun, lost in my thoughts, I was abruptly startled by the sound of footsteps approaching behind me. Instinctively, my body tensed, ready to defend myself against any potential threat. But before I could react further, a familiar voice broke through the tension.

"Quite the view, isn't it?"

Han's voice was calm and reassuring, instantly soothing the frayed edges of my nerves. Slowly, I turned to face him, my heartbeat gradually returning to its normal rhythm. He had a small smile engraved within his stoic expression.

I nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Yeah, it is."

"Brian sent me up here to find you,” he said and stepped closer, his presence comforting yet electrifying all at once as he stood next to me. “They're looking for you,"

Sorry. My crazy ex just texted me and almost scared the shit out of me. I felt like that would’ve been a conversation breaker, so instead, I sighed, tearing my gaze away from the horizon with a pang of guilt for disappearing without a word. Should’ve told someone I was coming here. "Well, you found me."

My gaze caught with his as his gaze lingered on me with an intensity that sent an unexpected shiver down my spine. There was a brief silence between us, but it was not uncomfortable. Instead, it was filled with an unspoken understanding, a sense that Han saw right through the walls I've built around myself, and at that moment, I couldn't help but wonder what he saw when he looked at me. 

I felt exposed under his scrutiny. It was as if he saw through the facade I'd carefully crafted, glimpsing the turmoil that lay beneath. Panic threatened to claw its way back into my chest, but I pushed it down, refusing to let it surface.

Swallowing the bitter taste that formed in my mouth, I decided to break the silence, my voice steady. "I just needed a moment alone.”

"I get it," he replied simply, his tone gentle yet reassuring. His dark eyes met mine, and a shiver ran down my spine. But beneath the surface, there was a tension, a hesitation that I couldn’t quite shake. This was dangerous. This… This whole situation was a disaster waiting to unfold and I couldn’t afford to let myself get too close. I burned myself once and I got a reminder of the consequences not that long ago. Fear gripped me tightly, twisting my insides into knots as I tried to suppress the memories of my past but I wasn’t brave enough to do so.

Instinctively, I step back, creating a safe distance between us. It's not that I didn’t trust Han, despite meeting him only a few days ago. I didn’t trust myself and there was something about our connection that both enticed and terrified me. 

God, I was a mess, wasn’t I?

"Come on," Han's voice interrupted my tumultuous thoughts, breaking the spell that bound us in this moment of uncertainty. "Let's head back down."

I nodded silently, torn between the urge to flee and the longing to stay. But as I took a step forward to walk past him into the warehouse, heading towards the stairwell, I fought to ignore the ache that spread in my chest.

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[caitlinsnicket]

i've seen hell

request; can you write a hattie shaw x reader smut where they're on the couch and by the end of it right after they finish her brother almost catches them?

warnings; I made this with fem!reader in mind, but I don't think I was too descriptive. oral, fingering, getting caught, the works. Also very short.

characters; Hattie Shaw, Deckard Shaw, reader.

pairing; Hattie x reader

a/n; Ever since that god forsaken fantastic four trailer came out she's plagued my mind and jesus christ I'm obsessed.

Hattie Shaw is not a teenager. She’s a grown-ass woman—wanted for many crimes, a government agent, a spy, among other things. She knows how to shoot, how to fight, how to drive, how to take care of a bullet wound. She has seen people die, and she has killed before. So, you’d expect her to be mature, to handle things like a regular adult.

And yet.

And yet, she’s on a couch—Deck’s couch, of all places—laid on top of the only person who makes her palms sweat. Speaking of palms, her left arm aches from supporting her weight while her right hand is buried in your pants. Your lips touch, tongues teasing as breathless moans escape between them. Your hands can't stop moving, gliding from her face to her shoulders and back up again.

“Hattie… don’t tease,” you murmur against her, hips moving with no coordination, desperately seeking friction.

Hattie smiles, taking the opportunity to press a lingering kiss against the soft skin of your neck. Her thumb finally brushes against your clit, drawing a moan from your lips.

"If you stopped being annoying, I wouldn’t have to tease you," she says, her mouth trailing down to lick at the juncture of your shoulder and neck.

Smirking, you push her away just long enough to strip off your shirt and bra—the latter of which she had already managed to unclasp. ("Quick fingers, love. You know how it is," as she liked to say.) When you lay back again, you notice her staring.

Hattie's soft spot for you was already something worthy of note, but the way she visibly melted whenever you batted your eyelashes at her was almost laughable. It was the way your lips jutted into a slight pout, the way your brows knitted together just barely, that made her want to punch a wall and cover you in kisses.

Plus, your chest being right in front of her was a nice touch.

Swiftly, she helped you unbutton and slide off your pants while managing to kiss you in the process. You could feel her smirk against your belly as she descended lower, and you had to bite your lip to keep from moaning too loudly when her hands moved up to massage your chest. As she reached your navel—just a little too far from the aching spot between your legs—she bit down, and you couldn't help but tremble beneath her attention.

The rest felt like a blur. Her tongue flicking away, her fingers curling at the exact right spot, squeezing and stroking until you lost count of how many times you had finished all over her face.

And then—

With her girlfriend’s body completely exposed, her tongue shoved deep between her legs, the door suddenly swung open.

Hattie would be chastised later for not paying more attention, but in her defense, it was a bit hard to hear the jingle of keys when her hearing was muffled by moans and a pair of thighs.

"What the fuck?" Deckard's voice rang out in pure disgust before the door slammed shut with force, followed by the unmistakable sound of gagging echoing down the corridor.

Hattie flew back in horror while you scrambled to hide yourself under the cushion behind your head. You couldn’t stop laughing, your hands covering your mouth, eyes welling up with tears.

Hattie, in full panic mode, rushed to the guest bedroom and returned with a blanket, draping it over you and trying to get you up—until she gave up. You were laughing too much.

“He’s gonna kill me. I’m dead,” she muttered, hastily wiping her chin and trying to fix her hair into something less obviously just had my face between someone’s legs. "I’m gonna talk to him. Please, go take a shower. And don’t forget your panties."

She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and marched toward the door like a woman about to face a firing squad. Meanwhile, all you could do was laugh, covering your face, too pleased and too shocked to do anything else.

[jackiequick]

Operation Baby Rescue - Fast & Furious Fic 🏁 (Part 3)

If you haven’t read part 2 click here.

Pairing: Deckard Shaw x Val Toretto

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The first few days were a rather interesting story. After arriving at the safe house, the trio, plus Owen Shaw, got settled into a small plan. Lay low, take care of the baby and wait until the signal to come home. Simple as that.

Owen left to find a place to stay upstairs leaving the couple to their own devices downstairs. That same afternoon, Deckard didn’t hesitate to pick up Marcos Toretto and head over to give him a diaper change. Until he realized he never changed a bloody damn diaper in his life. He fed them, rocked them to sleep, played with them and even saved one! But never has he changed a diaper before.

“Uh love?” He yelled from the living room, holding down the squirmy baby, who became a bit fussy.

Val was in the kitchen looking for supplies to start cooking and yelled back, “Yeah? What happened?”

“Come here for a second.”

“Sure!”

She walked over laughing at the sight in front of her. Deckard Shaw, one of the worlds most best assists for combat and reliability, couldn’t change a freaking diaper. The man glared at her, not finding it hilarious on his part, sighing in defeat. He moved aside giving Val space as she took care of the situation.

Removing the diaper of the fussy baby, who just 8 minutes ago was blabbing nonsense, wasn’t easy. But she got it done, holding his tiny feet and closing the taps to the diaper showing Deckard how to do it as she went along. The man was a fast learner and understood the assignment for next time.

However he was impressed. This women was able to gently strap this little charmer down within 5 minutes flat. Deckard knew that she has a niece and nephew at home, due to them being Mia and Brian’s kids, but he never seen her in action before. As in take care of a child. He smiled brightly and chuckled.

“What?” She asked holding Marco in her lap now, smiling at him. Val knew he was thinking of something.

“Nothing.” He replied with a chuckle, taking a seat next to her.

“Deck.”

“You just amaze me. I’ve known you for a long time now, but this is new to me.”

“What is?”

“You as a aunt. Parental figure, i like it. A lot.”

“Aww..i like it too. I’m still surprised, Dom let us on this mission together.”

“You and me both, love. It’s alright, he trusts us with his kid.”

“So you two gonna kiss or what?” Said a voice standing in the doorway eating a banana. Owen had a cheeky smile on his face watching his brother and girlfriend on the couch with child in between them. It made him annoyed at the idea of his older brother in love but he liked it. It was good to see his brother as he deems as happy.

Deckard rolled his eyes and followed his younger brother into the kitchen, muttering how he might sent Owen to live somewhere else for the next few days instead. Val chuckled blowing raspberries onto Marcos’s chubby cheek, heading upstairs to put him down for a nap and later on a well needed nap.

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The rest of the 24 hours have been alright. Yeah sure they had a fussy baby to deal with in the middle of the night and a schedule to try to keep up with. Other than that it was pretty okay. Owen moved onto stay in London for a couple of day leaving the couple along again to their own devices. It amazed each other how well of a caretaker role was brought to the table. With Val quick response to things like cries and Deckard’s problem solving skills to figure out what could done.

They had their bumps in the road like the other night where Marcos couldn’t get to sleep. They tried hushing his cries, he wasn’t hungry, and nor did he need his diaper changed. Hell, the pair even checked if there anything inside his crib that might make him feel uncomfortable. Checked for any weird smells in the room and etc. But nothing.

Val was hushing Marco who was in her arms, trying to start humming a lullaby. Deckard stood their for a moment until he removed his sweater leaving him a warm grey undershirt. He sat down on the rocking chair taking the baby from his girlfriend’s arm, having Marco curl up into the warmth of his body as he rubbed his back.

It took Valentina a moment for it to click in, but once it did, she was impressed. She heard stories of how he helped take care of his younger brother and babies on base, but never seen it in action. It made her heart flutter.

“Almost skin to skin contact?” Val whispered softly, as it came out more like a question.

Deck nodded whispering back, “He was probably cold or just need the warmth of a body, I’m guessing.”

“Nice thinking.”

“Eh, i try.”

The pair took turns that whole time, eventually bringing the event to a close putting the baby boy back in his crib. Thankfully he was asleep and didn’t even fussy the rest of the late night. They smiled, leading back to the bedroom satisfied as ever.

Two days later, Deckard woke up first, turning off the alarm clock and being greeted with the warm shine of the sunlight. Val was snuggled up close wearing his black shirt and a pair of brown shorts. He kissed her forehead as he always did, crawling out of bed to brush his teeth and get ready for the day.

Their resources were sorta limited to his usual rental stays but neither he did care or wish for anything else than. He had food, water, clothes, the basic essentials, WIFI, entertainment inside and outside the house, and of course his morning coffee. Deckard entered the shared bedroom again noticing that she was still asleep, he couldn’t blame her since she woke up more than once last night as well as the night before. He stepped into the well centered bedroom next to find the little man of the house half awake. You would think of all people in this house, he would be most tired.

Marcos was laying down on his back, playing with the moon and stars mobile making grabby hand at it. The little guys was wearing blue pjs and in his own little world, babbling softly about god knows what.

Deckard couldn’t help but smile as imagines of last night flew back in his eyes.

Remembering the sight of Val putting Marcos to bed at 7:30pm last night, humming a little song at the loopy baby who coo sleepily, resting his head on his auntie’s shoulder. The smile in her voice as she sang to the baby boy tend laying him down in the crib tucking him in, was simply lovely.

He snapped out of his thoughts at the squeals of the little charmer in front of him as he gently picked him up smiling.

“Hello governor, sleep well?” Ask Deck bouncing him gently in his arms with a soft smile as the baby babbled happily, “I bet you did.”

He stayed in that positions chatting with the baby boy rocking him back and forward, handing him his stuff animal that was sitting on the changing table. He just giggled and smiled softly at the man holding him with just pure joy.

“How about we play some music and have breakfast in a few minutes, hm?” He asked with a chuckle, “But first let’s wake up your auntie Val.”

Val was fast asleep, having turned the alarm off twice already. Just 5 minutes was all she needed. Her body was turned towards the window, not feeling the dent and shift in the bed as a small little cubby body crawled around eventually landed onto of her.

On top of her sat the 12 pound package she saved a while back, with his hand patting her chest and side gurgling and looking around, as his small hands grabbed the fabric of her shirt playing with it. Eventually after a few requests for a bit more of sleep, she peaked her eyes open to the cutest sight she ever seen.

Marcos was just chilling sat on top of his auntie with a care in the world, looking over at Deckard, who had a hand on the baby’s back for support, every once in a while. Pinch Valentina, she must be dreaming! She tickled lightly her nephew’s belly responding in some giggles in return from the baby.

“G’ morning..” She said softly, looking at her boys with a smile on her face. She couldn’t ask for more than to just frozen in this moment forever.

“Good morning.” He replies with a matching look on his face.

He leaned down, placing a darling kiss on her lips as she hooked her finger underneath his chin gently laying down two more kisses. It resulted in Deck to give her a few more. Val cooed at her nephew placing a kiss on his cheek as well. It was like at that moment Valentina Toretto knew one thing, she wants to spend a good life with Deckard Shaw doesn’t matter if they’re under the same roof or miles apart.

The three of them headed downstairs to the kitchen, making breakfast and staying in comfortable silence as they all ate. Eggs, toast, coffee and music playing in the background. The smell filled up the entire house. With the cooing and gurgling of Marcos making sure their was smiles the whole time.

Afterwards they stayed in the backyard, taking in the nice breeze and nice spring sun that came with such lovely warmth. Like a being snuggled up blanket freshly out of the dryer. Marco stayed on the grass playing with the toy cars that were brought, Val combed her slightly wet curls after washing it earlier and Deckard was checking emails while keeping on them.

Nothing could be more perfect, to say the least. It felt domestic. A nice break from the last few days.

Leaning against his chair, Deckard broke the comfortable silence and said, “What do you about us having one of our own?”

“Huh?” Asked Val with a smile taking it a moment for her to lock in what he said. She replied, “You want a kid?”

“Yeah, why not? It’s probably Baby Toretto charm and the safe house, but i can see us with one.”

“Just one? Why not two with a dog?”

He laughed putting his hands up in defense, “Dial it back there, love! I think one would be enough for us.”

“Alright, fair. Besides, I couldn’t a dog and two children to be honest.” She replied chuckling.

“So why did you suggest it?”

“I wanted to see your reaction, that’s why! In all seriousness, one day a child would be nice. I rather settle first, right?”

“Where you thinking? London? Brazil? Hawaii?”

“I don’t know yet. Just give it time, we’ll figure it out.”

Deckard grinned and leaned in into her face, “Good. Because that means I’ll have you all to myself until we please.”

“Yes sir.” Valentina remarked leaning in and chuckling.

They were soon stopped by Marcos crawling up to them with his hands in the air, wishing to be picked up from the grass with a pouty face and Val couldn’t say no. That was when Deckard got the text from Dom that it was safe to bring his kid home, he smiled hearing that.

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It took two days of packing, and a early morning just to get everything in the car. Deckard was carrying the last of stuff needed for the drive over to New York. They could’ve taken a plane but decided against it after the resist endeavor, a long drive felt rather safer.

Val was placing with Marco nearby the entrance of the safe house, waiting for her boyfriend to finish his duties. She would’ve help but she was do busy packing up lunch, pillows and water bottles. Finally she was given the green light to place Marcos in the car seat.

The baby was squirming around in his seat, babbling loudly and giggling about god knows what. As Val was trying to place his seat belt on, Marco threw his toy race car over his aunties head and out of the door.

Val walked over to pick it up jokingly saying, “Hey bubba, not all cars fly. But this one does, huh?”

She handed it back over to her nephew, who just playfully threw it out again with a grin and a giggle to match. It was a game to him. Definitely part of this family. Over a straight minute and a half of Marcos tossing the toy out of the car, Deckard walked over with a little solution to the problem. He handed the baby United Kingdom Flag Mini Boxing Gloves, in which the kid happily took with such glee.

She noticed what it was and playfully glare at her man, then said, “Dom is gonna kill you for that.”

“What he doesn’t know won’t kill him, love.” He replied breaking into a laugh and grinned, strapping the baby into the seat perfectly.

And off they went.

The drive wasn’t so bad. They all took time to eat, took breaks to stretch their legs, bathroom breaks and stopped at a motel for a while. Yeah sure everyone got tired and kinda fussy during the trip every once in a while. Especially with a baby on board, it can be tougher. It was a pretty long drive, but they were entertained as much as they could be.

———

It felt like forever, as they finally arrived to a hotel in New York City. The very next day, the trio packed up once again, only this time for the youngest Toretto, to be with his daddy and meet his stepmother, Letty.

The pair walked up the stairs slightly tired, opening the door to the rooftop. Deckard was carrying the baby carrier with the giggly little boy inside as Valentina carried the baby bag. Once they opened the front door to the rooftop, music played, bunches of teammates talking, barbecue smell hit their noses and a fresh bottles of beers being open.

Some stopped talking, looking at the door to see the pair with the baby walking over to Dom. Deckard and Dom talked quietly over the reason why for the mission. Val stood her with a smile, hearing them speak to one another.

“Can’t believe you went to see my mother.” Deckard said with a slight delay smile, once Dom grinned back.

She noticed it was her cue, walking over as Dom pulled his baby sister into a tight hug.

He smiled looking down at her and said, “Thank you.”

“I would’ve done either way.” She replied with a matching smile.

“Still, you took that risk.”

“How did you know I’ll be there at the right place and time?”

“Cause i know you. And i knew you would’ve guessed something was going on.”

“You got that right.”

“Was he a lot of trouble?”

“Nah he’s pretty alright.”

Dom smirked, “I was talking about him.” He added pointed over to Deckard for extra effect, “Was he trouble?”

“Oh my god-” She rolled her eyes laughing, resting her head on her big brothers chest, “He wasn’t any trouble. More of a surprise. Both boys were.”

As if on cue, Baby Toretto cooed brightly. Dom turned reaching down to pick up his son who smiled and giggled, his cubby cheeks lighting up his face at the sight of being hold by his daddy.

Val smiled.

She walked away giving the two a moment together at least, as she went to join Tej and Roman in a few laughs. They were trying to figure out Ramsey’s last name but she was the only one who knew it. Deckard went to speak with Mr. Nobody and Ramsey, sharing a drink. After a while, lunch was finally being served.

Everyone sat around the table, Val missed her boys so she sat beside Tej and Roman, sipping her second beer of the day, after she helped serve the BBQ to everyone’s plates of course. They were all chatting, waiting for Dom to take a seat, he was too busy admiring his beautiful baby boy with Letty who smiled at the cute pair.

Finally he walked over to the table holding the baby boy in his arms. Dom had a soft smile as he spoke, “You heard me say that you never turn your back on family, and i wanna thank you all for never turning your back on me.”

The crew looked around with returning soft smile, sending winks and nods to each other, before turning back to the man of the hour. Dom looked at his son saying, “You wanna meet them? All right.”

He looked back at the group this time and proudly said with a smile on his face, “Everyone, meet Brian.”

Everyone smiled, chuckling and clapping at the sweet introduction.

Some even had glimpses of tears in their eyes smiling brightly.

In return Baby Brian clapped his tiny hand, cooing with a gentle smile. Dom then sat down, with his son sitting on his lap, knowing his was turn to say grace. Everyone held hands with full on smiles hearing Dom’s words before digging into the food.

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what happened after the explosion..// sevika x reader ﹒₊‧ ﹒𓆩 𓆪﹒₊ ﹒﹒

this is just a ramble, a short story—whatever you want to call it. no major warnings, just heavy angst.

you were losing your mind.

it was nearly 4 AM, and she still wasn’t home. six hours late. that wasn’t just late—it was unheard of. sevika was always late, sure, but never this late. maybe you were overthinking it. maybe you were being too naïve, too soft, too you to understand the kind of life she led.

but then again, maybe you weren’t.

a thousand thoughts raced through your head, each worse than the last. had a deal gone wrong? was there a fight? had someone stronger—meaner—finally taken her down? you tried to push those thoughts away, but they sank their claws in deep, festering, growing roots inside your chest. you had called. you had texted. hell, you had even stood by the door, keys in hand, heart in your throat, seriously considering breaking the one rule she made crystal clear:

“if i ever saw you at any of Silco’s— i will wreck your shit.”

a direct order. one you weren’t stupid enough to disobey. but if she didn’t show up in the next hour, you didn’t care.

then, just as your panic was reaching its breaking point, the front door creaked open.

relief flooded through you for exactly one second. then you saw her.

sevika wasn’t alone.

she wasn’t standing.

she wasn’t okay.

deckard stood in the doorway, her massive, half-conscious body draped over his arms. he looked at you like he was waiting for something, maybe for you to freak out, maybe for you to do something—but you couldn’t move. you couldn’t breathe.

because your baby was broken.

her shoulder was a mess of blood-soaked bandages and metal clamps, barely holding together the raw, exposed wound. she was awake, but only barely—bleary-eyed and exhausted, her head lolling against deckard’s chest. you’d never seen her look so small before. so… defenseless.

you wanted to scream. to cry. to shake her, demand what the hell happened, why she let this happen—why she always had to come home in pieces. but there was no time for any of that. you needed to pull yourself together. you needed to be strong. For her.

deckard didn’t say a word as he carried her inside, setting her down carefully on your couch before stepping back. you barely registered the sound of him leaving, the door clicking shut behind him. the apartment was quiet, except for her breathing—shaky, uneven, pained.

you dropped to your knees beside her, hands hovering over her as if she were made of glass.

she cracked one swollen eye open, her lips twitching like she was about to smirk, about to throw out some cocky remark to make you feel better. but nothing came.

instead, her fingers curled into the fabric of your shirt, holding on like it was the only thing keeping her from falling apart.

and then, for the first time in two years of loving her, sevika cried.

she buried her face against your chest, her broad shoulders trembling. tears—real tears—hot and silent, soaking into your skin. it shattered something inside you, something you hadn’t even realized could break.

you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her closer, cradling her like she was something precious, something fragile—something you would burn the world for.

you stayed like that for an hour. maybe longer. just rocking her gently, pressing trembling kisses against her temple, whispering things you weren’t even sure made sense. she never cried out loud, but you felt every sob against your chest as she soaked it in tears, in the way her grip on your shirt tightened to the point of tearing.

finally, she spoke.

“i can’t hold you like I truly want now..”

and just like that.. you heard your heart shatter, your fingers threaded through her hair, your lips brushing over her damp forehead.

“you still have me.”

and you meant it. every word.

no matter how many pieces she came home in, no matter how much she thought she lost—she still had you.

always.