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Operation Baby Rescue - Fast & Furious Fic 🏁 (Part 2)

Val Toretto x Deckard Shaw

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Operation Baby Rescue / Fast & Furious Fic 🏁 (Part 1)

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Val reread the note more than twice and groans, can’t believe what she just read onto the real reason why Dom kept working with the bad side of the story. She has his son. She took a breath and looked up at Santos who pointed with a smile to take a look in the back.

She nodded and busted open the door, stepping inside to see a rather older woman she hasn’t seen before hanging over Deckard’s body. “How lovely..” Val mutter and took a seat across from her, with the man in question in the smack middle of them. “Sorry, haven’t met you before..who are you?” She asked.

The older woman gave her a cheeky grin and shook her head. “Bloody idiot didn’t think of mentioning me to anyone, did he?” Said the woman sending a small glare to Deckard’s unconscious face then glance back at her, “I’m Magdalene Shaw, dear.”

“Sh-Shaw? As in his mother, Shaw.”

“Ah, so you heard of me?”

“He mentioned his mother once or twice. Nice to finally meet the face to the name.”

Mama Shaw smiled, “You’re prettier than your brother said and humorous, i like you. Too bad my idiot son, didn’t bother to tell me about you!”

Val snickered and nod, “We should make plans for a lovely brunch, just the two of us. Let’s wake up him.”

Magdalene Shaw took a syringe stabbing it into her son’s chest. Deckard gasp glaring at her, “Jesus mom, your supposed to avoid the nerves!”

“Oh shut up.” Replied his mother, putting the syringe away, “Don’t be such a baby. That’s for also not telling me about her.”

“What?”

Deckard’s upper body slowly turned to his left, his eyes widen at the sight and groaned, “Oh hell..”

“Not happy to see me, Deck?” Asked Val, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed waving at him.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“Clearly Dom didn’t tell you, I’m coming.”

“Of course he’ll ask his sister. I’m guessing you met mom.

“She’s lovely, we’re having brunch if we survive this.”

“Oh no..”

His mother smirked, “Oh yes. That’s what you get for not introducing me to her earlier!”

“We’ll discuss this later! Did Toretto hold up his end of the deal?” He asked, looking at both woman.

Magdalene held up a communication device, that looked like a smart watch to track Cipher with. “But you can’t do this on your own, it’s got to be 3 of you.” She explained.

“Fine, we got contacts.” Deckard said with a shrug.

“No, you’re taking your brother. Toretto knows where he is, it’s called the devil’s bumhole or something.”

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Val tried not to laugh as she corrected her, “It’s called God’s eye. And we’ll take Owen.”

“No we’re not! He’s a lost cause.” Deckard remarked, not liking the idea.

“He’s your brother, Deck.”

“Yeah so?”

“We should take him, we need someone to help as back up.”

“I can call one of my guys back home, get the job done much easier.”

His mother added onto Val’s response and started to cry, “He’s your brother. My son, your family. And our family don’t die, bloody..how can you talk like that about Owen i can’t believe you! You gone and upset me, why can’t you just listen to us and..”

Deckard sigh looking around and said, “Oh come, mom. Ok, I’ll take him!”

Mama Shaw grinned knowing her son fell for that trick every time and wink at Val. “He’s too easy.” She said, slapping her son’s chest, “Now, how long have you two been together?”

“Oh mom!” Deckard exclaimed annoyed and slightly embarrassed at the question, taking Val’s hand, “This is why I didn’t want you to meet her.”

“How long, Deck?”

“Since 2011. It’s been a going on for a while now, we’ve all seen each other every couple times a year.” Val answering and chuckling brightly, squeezing her boyfriend’s hand.

His mother gasp, “How long were you gonna hide this from me? You’re own mother! Have i’ve not taught you anything?”

“Mom, I didn’t think i needed to tell you. I was prison for more than 2 years, for god’s sake!” Deck tried to explained and sigh, “..I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“At least kiss the sweet girl, she must’ve thought you were dead for half a day. Us women deserve more from you Deck.”

“I can handle this. You two meeting wasn’t on my agenda for this..”

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Val leaned forward watching the two and smirked, “She’s right, you scared the shit of me after Dom fake shot you.”

“You’re just as worse. Come here, you.” Deck said as he rolled his eyes and cupped her cheeks pressing his lips onto hers, giving each other a taste of how much they missed each other, “I’m sorry, we couldn’t tell you.”

“It’s alright. I must’ve known Dom was planning something else involving you and the team.”

“I promise we’ll go on another vacation after this, your choice.”

“Let’s get to work then.”

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Val packed up her guns and the carrier, waiting for the Shaw brother to stop bickering. “Boys! Seriously?” She yelled, looking at the clock.

“Sorry, love. We’re planning out who flies first.” Deck replied and kiss her cheek.

“I still can’t believe i get called back to action, to see my brother in a relationship with what used to be my enemy.” Owen said looking over and scoffed.

“Shut it.”

Within 4 minutes, they stood up and out of the drop zone. Placing their helmets, as they flew behind and beyond the plane that belong to Cipher. Owen in front opening the back of the plane as the three of them stumbled onto the track, holding onto crates closing the back door.

Removing their helmets, Val took a breath, fixing her handheld set and pushing hair out of her face. The brother talked quickly, Val instructed Owen to take the pilots while her and Deck searched. Cipher got alerts about them being on the plane right now and got pissed.

“Surprise.” Deckard said looking over his shoulder at the security camera and the next two smirked. The doors open as the 3 shot down a few agents Deckard instructed Owen to wait for his signal before following Val down the halls safety.

The two ran down the hall fighting a few guards reaching the room, that carrier the package. Owen signaled his brother that they’re in position, Deckard slide open the door as Val’s jaw dropped at the very package in front of her. A bouncing baby boy in his crib babbling, reaching his hands in the air.

“Hello chulo, hi. I’m your Tia Val.” She said calling him ‘cutie’ in Spanish as he gushed at her making grabby hands.

Without a second later she picked him, bouncing him on her hip. He curled comfortably into her chest. She nuzzled her cheek onto his head, “You’re so cute. Deck i think i want one.”

Deck chuckled as the baby boy grabbed his finger and he replied, “We’ll see about that, love. He’s a very handsome boy, seems to like us. A happy kid, for sure.”

He opened a comm link to Dom, waiting for the other line. Once he did, Deckard announced, “We got the package, Toretto. All 12 pounds of him.”

As he did, the baby smile bouncing and babbling, “Ya!..yeahhh da..dada..da.”

The two chuckled at him, in love with the kid already. Val can only imagine the sigh of relief on Dom’s face as she cradles the little guy in her arms. Deckard smiled at the two of them, cooing at the kid, imagining his lady as a mom one day.

Deckard placed the baby boy in a carrier, covering his ears with headphones as the kid just softly smiled at him. He turned up the volume of the music being Alvin and The Chipmunks. Val gave him a look, “Seriously? That song?”

“What? He like it.” Deckard replies turning back to the baby, “You good?”

The baby boy just made a satisfying sound as if to say, ‘yeah i love this song. We’re good.’ Val cracked a laugh, placing a kiss on her nephew’s forehead before nodding towards the door with her gun.

Deckard looked down with a soft look of reassurance to the boy and said, “Alright little man, this might be a little scary but its’ gonna be a lot of fun.”

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Once the door open, Deckard held the carrier jabbed and punched a two men as Val pointed her gun shooting down two more. The two took cover, switching off who gets the carry the boy next. Like a game of hop potato. “How’s the music? Good?” Deckard asked the kid, who was in his own little world waving a hand in the air replying to his question.

Val pinned and kicked a few men off balance and onto the glass table, even shot once in the chest, satisfying herself. Deckard scoffed dragging one across the bar on the wall, slamming him against a few glass as he shot a few others.

“Going for a ride.” He said, sliding the carrier over to her, as Val catches it with her foot like a Soccer ball.

She heard her nephew giggle which cause the girl to smile in return, “You like that, huh kiddo?” Val slide the carrier in between a few seats safely, “Back in a sec, keep watch.”

Deckard and Valentina stood back to back, holding up their gun to the soldiers who glared at them, they shot down two. Deck leaned forward, causing her back to rest against his, holding Val securely spinning around as she kicked a few steps onto the soliders. Once he dropped her onto the ground, Deckard dodged a few punches swiftly whooping a couple of asses successfully along the way, eventually throwing one across the room breaking the glass shelf in between them.

Val dodged a couple of punches and switch places using items such a bowl to slam a few heads. She crouched down in front of the carrier, “Where’s that handsome smile?” Baby Toretto smiled brightly listening to his music. “There is it!” She added, picking up the carrier blocking a couple of bullets, spinning to shoot the very who shot at her.

“How dare you shoot a baby? No respect!” Val scoffed and looked over shoulder jokingly signaling him, “You heard Deck?”

Deckard peeked his head from the other side of the wall after punching some guy. He scoffed at the man, “You were gonna shoot a baby? You sick bastard!”

He turned the carrier toward windows and stepped over to the male guard with a smug smirk slamming his head into a table multiple times until he passed out while fighting off two more.

Val noticed a huge guard charging at them and she scoff in annoyance, “Ugh! Another one of you? Aren’t you tired yet of this game?!” The man flipping her over and slammed her against the table, swinging her around like a rag doll as glass shattered around her as Val tries to fight him.

Before he can get a strong shot at her, Deckard came in swinging and slammed the man across the room yelling, “Hands off, asshole!”

He quickly pulled her up from the ground checking her face. Concern was laced in his eyes, scanning for any damage aside from the hits they already took to the head. “Are you okay? Did the bastard hurt you badly?” Deck asked.

“N-no, I’m alright I think..” Val reply noticing a few cuts on her man’s shoulders from the fight, “Are you okay?”

“Ah, I’ll live. We’ll get bandage up later.”

“Yeah, and next time you take the big guy.”

The two crack a few smiles, running over to the baby carrier to check their special package, making sure no more guards or soldiers coming in anytime soon.

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Deckard wink at her before checking on Baby Toretto with a soft smile, “How we doing, buddy? Good?” The baby was clapping his hands with the brightest toothless grin he ever seen.

“There’s that handsome smile!” Added Deck grinning from ear to ear, before looking back at his lady, “I love the little guy.”

“Me too. He’s one of the funnest rescue I’ve ever had.” Val joked, making a silly face toward her nephew who giggles in return.

Val walked into the room that held Cipher holding the gun straight to her face, a piercing look laced with such attitude and seriousness. “You bitch.” Is all she said at the blonde in braids.

“Fair. How did you find me?” Cipher asked, noticing Deckard walking in behind her holding his gun with a glare and gentle placed down the baby carrier.

Deckard smirked as hee answered the question, “A friend gave us a tip.” He revealed Dom’s famously worn cross necklace, tossing it over to his lady, who caught it.

“Clever.” Cipher said with a smirk, “You’re also out of bullets, Deckard.”

“Like i need a gun to take care of you.”

“Also very resourceful, I’ll give you that.”

“You have a lot to answer for Cipher. What you put both of ours families though, my mother. I’mma make sure that never happens again. Not to anyone ever again!”

“You should know by now, you messed with the wrong crew. Especially when my brother’s really calling the shots around here.” Val added, “It’s simple really, stop you for the damage you caused.”

Cipher scoffed, “Only one fault in your pretty plan.”

“What’s that?” Deck asked, with a glare.

“Only one of us has a parachute.”

Within not even a matter of seconds, Cipher grabbed the raven black backpack that held a parachute inside, opening the doors flying out. Val raced after her causing her to almost hit her fist and slip out of the plane, gasping and yelling out in frustration at losing Cipher. Deckard noticed the baby carrier sliding towards the door as he jumped to grab it quickly, but almost being able to reach the buttons to shut the door.

He grunted as he noticed her almost slipping out of the door, Deckard reached towards her forgetting about closing the door for a moment and pulled her back. Once Val was near the doorframe of the bay, she grunted pushing the baby carrier away safely as both their feet hit the button to shut off the plane door, sliding down closing them in safety.

Deckard lays with his back against the floor and banged his fist against the wall, “Damn it.”

“We tried.” Val responded with a annoyed sigh, laying down next to him.

“No more racing after the enemy.”

“Or planes for a while.”

“Agreed.”

The two stayed there for a moment to catch their breath, with a slight smile but those smiles only grew once they heard a sudden giggle and sweet babbles.

Val sat up first pulling the baby carrier towards them chuckling, “What you laughing at, huh?”

“Told you this will be fun.” Deckard added with a chuckle and winked at the baby.

Baby Toretto giggled some more looking up at them with huge chocolate brown eyes that reminded Valentina so much of Dom and Elena. She remembered Elena she called the sweet baby boy Marcos as a middle name but Dom should be the one to give him a first name. She adored the name Baby Marcos Toretto but she was also interested to see what name Dom picked out for him.

The baby giggles once again, snapping her out of her thoughts. Deckard’s voice that held a smile caught her attention as well, talking to Baby Toretto with a quick wink. He stood up, lifting up the carrier with him and informing his brother to talk to the pilot to land soon. She watched Deck take Marcos out of the carrier and bounce him in his arms chuckling. It made Val wonder how Deck would be as a father one day, seeing him being so sweet and loving towards the baby.

“You alright?” He asked, reaching out his hand to help her off the floor as he carried the baby with the other.

She took it and stood up, “Huh? I’m good.”

“You seemed lost in thought for a moment there.”

“Just seeing you with him, had me thinking about you as a dad.”

Deck smiled and joked eyeing her for a moment, “You’re not pregnant, aren’t you?”

“No!” Val laughed and playfully slapped his arm, “I’ll leave the baby making to my siblings.”

“Okay good, but you will make a good mom one day.”

“And you’ll make a good dad.”

Baby Marcos Toretto had a toothless silly grin waving a hand up and down, as the headphones stayed on his head playing ‘Alvin and The Chipmunks’ on repeat. Val reached out to tickle his belly, then bopping his nose as Deckard bounced him for a moment catching his attention, fixing his headphone.

The pair knew the next few days would be interesting, since they headed off to a select safe house to take care of the boy with Owen’s help while Dom and the crew finished settling the mission for Mr. Nobody.

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meeedeee · 10 months

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Do you have a boyfriend

Fandoms: Fast & Furious (Movies), Hobbs & Shaw (2019)

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Luke Hobbs/Deckard Shaw

Brixton Lore/Deckard Shaw

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selenenyx0124 · 4 years

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Imagine spending time with your love Deckard Shaw.

#deckard shaw boyfriend #deckard shaw imagine #deckardshaw #deckard shaw #shaw #shaw imagine #love #imagine #fast & furious imagine #fast & furious #jason statham imagine #jason statham #fast and furious #lusyschwaprompt

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sleepy-achilles · 2 years

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Two criminals and their much bigger police boyfriends.

Enjoy :)

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mxgicdave · 5 years

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your place or mine?

#proud to announce i have decided they are boyfriends #hobbs and shaw #the fast and the furious #deckard shaw #luke hobbs #dave draws

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funnyexel · 2 years

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Hello, thank you for answering my ask about Deckard Shaw❤️ I was wondering if you could write how he would be like as a boyfriend?

Thank you so much!

My Boyfriend & I.

Deckard Shaw x Black Female Reader

A/n: just a small reminder, for any asks I receive they will always be a black female reader y/n. unless requested otherwise.

Masterlist Megalist

Deckard is a distant, closed off person. He needs someone who can be bossy, unapologetically funny and brutally honest. You happen to fit all those requirements…lucky you.

First Meeting - What’s a relationship without a beginning?

It was very unintentional, if you would have replied any differently this relationship would have been non existent. You were minding your business at a small coffee shop. Chilling alone in the corner, reading an interesting book. Just as the book was getting good, someone interrupted your reading session. “This table is occupied.” You say, your eyes not moving from the page, you weren’t reading anything. You just didn’t like eye contact, especially with strangers. “Too bad.” He leans back. “There’s so many open tables.” You point out, looking at him for a moment and then the empty tables. “And I decided to sit here.” He folds his hands on the table and you lowly groan. “I don’t like company, so with that being said, if you could move that’ll make my day.” You sarcastically smile and cover your face with the book. “Yeah, no. I’m not going to have an uptight woman tell me what to do.” Your eyebrow twitches at the word. “Uptight?! You know what, ignoring you now.”

You actually try to read but with him on the other side of the book, you felt uncomfortable to read any more. You glance at him and immediately revert your eyes. Seeing him full on staring, no shame what-so-ever. He snickers at your reaction. “What’s so funny.” You ask rhetorically. To be very honest, he wasn’t ugly just annoying as fuck. “I thought I was being ignored.” You finally put down your book and roll your eyes. “About time you put that book down, you looked ridiculous.” He chuckles at his own remarks. “Okay Brit. You should order something, its way past tea time.” You end your sentence in a decent British accent and hold your pinky out. “You think you’re so funny.” He says unamused. “Excuse me, would you get this fellow a cuppa.” You jokingly say to a worker and they laugh. “I don’t think I’m funny, I know I’m funny.” You say, referring to how you effortlessly made the worker laugh. He nods a small glint in his eye. “What’s your name?” You smirk a bit. “Y/n.”

Dating - The In’s and Out’s of Dating Deckard Shaw (Shortened)

He’s very controlling. He wants things a certain way all the time. You would say he’s a neat freak but its more extreme then just cleanliness. In the beginning it was hard to tell. Little things here and there, but you always thought it was a joke because 9 times out of 10 they were utterly ridiculous. But no, he was being totally serious. You found out one day, the hard way. It was a day just after you solidified the relationship as a relationship. “What are you wearing.” You look at him from the passenger seat. “Oh, don’t tell me-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence from the laughter. “Go change.” He turns the car off and looks at you. “You’re such a jokester. Now that I got a good laugh, we can go.” You playfully hit him in the shoulder and he just sits there. “Go on.” You wave your hand. He crosses his arms. “You cannot be serious right now. You have your man tiddies out.” You mess with his open button-up shirt and he grabs your hand, yanking you towards him. “As my lady, we’re not going anywhere with you looking so sexy in that dress. So change or we are staying right in this driveway, love.” He kisses you and you look away. “Is it because my girls are out? Because we’re kind of even there, bud. And this dress is too long for someone to look under. So get a grip and drive.” You smile and pat his shoulder. His eye twitches.

Another thing, commitment issues. He has no problem committing, he’s fully committed to you and only you. It was just getting him to commit in the beginning that was the hard thing. Being funny all the time, leads to being the joke most of the time. So, you had to prove to him that this time all jokes are done and you’re being 100 percent serious. “hey! Listen to me.” You follow behind him closely as he sits on the couch. “When you grow a few inches.” You sit next to him. “I bet thats what you say to your hair every night.” You chuckle then turn back to game face. “Can you listen to what I’m trying to say.” You wave your hand in his face as he attempts to flip through channels. Turning off the tv and putting the remote down, he looks at you. “Thank you.” You take a deep breath and get your words in an order. “I’ve had this conversation, or tried to, have this conversation with you countless times and you never take me seriously. I want you to take me seriously right now in this moment.” He nods.

“This thing has been going on for what, 2 months. I feel like your treating me like someone you call up when your bored or horny and I don’t treat you like that.” You realize the amount of attention he’s giving you and fumble. “I mean I don’t think I treat you like that. What I’m trying- I want to say that you’re- you.” You stop your sentence there and facepalm yourself. “You know what never mind. I sound very stupid.” You get up ready to leave and he pulls you back down. “I’m listening. Continue what you’re trying to say.” You sigh. “I’m going spare you the talk and stuff. I want to date and be together and do relationship stuff as a couple. You know? But I don’t know if you want to do that.” You look down and he lifts your chin. “I do want to do that. Do you want to be my girlfriend, Y/n?” You nod, not being able to conjure up the words at his reaction. “Use your words.” You stop nodding. “Yeah, yup I do. Why couldn’t you just ask me in the first place!” He leans in and kisses you. “I have to run around in circles just to get the courage to ask you whats going on.” You mutter into his chest as he hugs you.

The work problems can be an issue. He got away with telling you he was an accountant for months believe it or not. But when it came to his real work, he did not play. He kept it discreet around you, for the most part. You’d see a gun around sometimes but hey, when you’d see it you were looking for it. He would rarely talk work around you but at times you could get some information out of him. “I happened to see my mom at the same store I went to for the bullet proof jacket.” He leans over slightly to look at you, checking if you’re dozing off or not. “that same store that has the good champagne?” You ask quietly and he mentally curses himself. “Yeah, thats the one.” You hum for him to keep going with the story. “are you going to keep talking?” You mumble, drowsiness in your voice. “You’re probably too tired to hear it.” He tries to cuddle you in an effort to make you fall asleep faster but you turn around and sit up next to him.

“nope, I’m wide awake.” You say lowly with a smile, your eye-bags clear through the darkness. He groans, knowing that you’ll stay up and bother him until he continues. “what did you get the jacket for?” He sighs and kisses you, from your neck to your lips still trying to make you forget. When he’s done, you stare at him eagerly. “Work. I got it for work.” You pout at his response. “thats your answer all the time, tell me something. please?” You put your voice low and sweet to seduce him. “I needed it so I don’t get a bullet to chest by some guys that I pissed off.” He sighs. “wow, exciting.” He lays you down with him. “Alright, time to sleep.” He puts his hands over your stomach and under your shirt. “you have to promise me a storytime.” You strictly tell him. “If that’ll get you to sleep.” He exclaims as his cold hands rub all over your skin. “it will. sleeping in 3, 2, 1.” You fake snore.

Thank you all so much for reading and enjoying my work! Special thanks to everyone sending in requests and being patient with me.

#fanfiction #black fanfiction #y/n #black y/n #black girls matter #fluff #black girl magic #black women #deckardshawxfemreader #deckardshawxreader #deckard shaw x y/n #fastandfuriousxreader

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julchenawesome · 3 years

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ORGANA & DJARIN (DINLUKE AU 'HOBBS & SHAW')

The plot of "Hobbs and Shaw":

Leia as Deckard Shaw, in this universe is an outlaw for mysterious reasons. She was a princess and then a criminal, followed by the Empire.

Din as Luke Hobbs. In this universe is the same bounty hunter and also dad full time, who adores his child, Grogu. The Empire hired him to search for Luke Skywalker.

Luke as Hattie Shaw. He is trying to find out as the last Jedi some things, but he gets this virus and tries to find a solution. He has a discussion with his sister, about his father (who is in prison, because Ani loves his childs and he does everything for them(?)).

Do you remember that awkward scene when Deckard kissed the girl, Margarita, with Hobbs and Hattie looking horrofied? Well, obviously Han (Yeah, I would definetely make a draw about the scene. Just, imagine Luke's face).

Din has to get back in Mandalore because he needs the help of Bo-Katan (plus, Boba, Fennec and Cara). But she saids stuff about abandon their people. Because he is the ruler of Mandalore (pikachu's face for the twins).

The villain, maybe Moff Gideon, I'm still thinking, you can suggest.

And this scene:

Leia: Leave him (points Luke)! Put your dirty fingers off of him!

Luke: what are you doing?

Leia: Saving you.

Luke: I don't need to be saved!

Din: No, it's mine, and your goddamn boyfriend ain't going.

Luke: That's disgusting!

Leia: Boyfriend? That is my brother

Din: (looks that Leia has brown hair, with same color for her eyes and pale skin, meanwhile Luke is blonde with blue eyes).

Din: Bullshit, He is too shiny and good-looking to be your brother.

Leia: (suspects for that look) Very funny, and sure I'm going to kick your ass.

Definetely I would love an AU with a funny interaction like that, with Leia as overprotective sister, Din confused and Luke being Luke.

#dinluke #dinluke au #luke skywalker #din djarin #leia organa #han solo #hanleia #anakin skywalker

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queenxxxsupreme · 4 years

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Sweet

A/N: I've been working on this for a while. Hope you like it:)

Warnings: violence, fighting, brief mentions of Deckard Shaw with a thigh holster

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: Deckard Shaw proposes

Nothing really scared Deckard Shaw. After years and years of carnage and bloodshed, he’d grown accustom to what others would call horrors.

However, the sight of you angry at him terrified him.

Your jaw was locked tightly, your darkened eyes avoiding him as you worked on getting together what you could find to patch him up. A first-aid kit had practically been thrown on to the table beside him, along with a few towels.

You pulled a chair around the small table to his side. You brushed your hair over one shoulder as you sat down. He watched you with a guarded look, unsure of just what you were planning. You leaned across the table to get the first-aid kit.

“Say something, sweet.” He urged quietly.

“I have nothing to say to you.” You were beyond angry. You were furious. Why was he so stupid? Why couldn’t he just stick to the plan?

“You always have something to say.” Deckard rolled his eyes. You took the hem of his shirt and easily ripped the material so that you’d have access to the two bullet wounds on his torso. “Could’ve just asked me to take my shirt off for ya, sweet.”

“I’m not in the mood, Deckard.” You flicked a light on and waved the flame underneath a pair of tweezers. He looked away from you for a moment and across the hotel room. “You’re such an idiot.”

“Yeah, I know.” He muttered.

“Good.”

“You remind me every day.”

“Shut up and be still.” You leaned forward to retrieve the bullet embedded just below his left clavicle.

“You sure you don’t wanna cut me open a little more-,”

“Don’t tempt me, Deckard.”

Silence fell between you both as you worked to get the wound patched up. He winced just slightly at the stinging sensation. You pulled the first bullet out and placed it on a gauze pad on the table.

“You’re never this quiet.” He commented before grinding his teeth together. You gave him no warning as you started digging around for the second bullet just between his ribcage and his hip.

“If I talk right now, Deckard, it’s only going to end with me leaving.”

“You’re not going anywhere. It isn’t safe.”

“You don’t get to tell me shit about what is and isn’t safe.” You pulled the last bullet from his body and threw it and the tweezers down on the table. You were less than gentle with patching him up, letting just how angry you were seep through into how you were acting. This showed Deckard just how upset you were with his how he had been earlier today. You didn’t intentionally hurt him, but you weren’t gentle with him either.

You stood to your feet and started to leave when a hand latched on to your wrist. Deckard was on his feet and pulling you back to him in a heartbeat.

“Let me go, Deckard.”

“Not a chance, sweet.” He shook his head, looking down at you with a soft gaze. He opened his mouth to apologize but you started speaking first.

“I’m done with this, Deckard.” You ripped your hand out of his grip and took a step away from him, shaking your head as you fought the tears in your eyes. A lump began to form in your throat, threatening to take your ability to speak.

“The hell are you talking about, Y/N?”

“I’m done with you putting your life on the line for me way more than you need to! I am done with you thinking I’m incapable of fighting my own fights-,”

“I know you can fight, Y/N-,”

“You say that, but your actions today say otherwise.” You shook your head. “I’m not going to watch you kill yourself because you think I’m some damsel in distress all the time.”

Before he could say anything, your phone buzzed on the table. You moved past him to pick it up.

“What?” You snapped.

“It’s me.” Letty spoke. “Tej has eyes on your hotel. There’s MI-6 agents outside getting ready to storm in after you two.”

“Of course there are.” You sighed out, fighting the urge to throw your phone across the room. “Thanks, Letty.” You hung up and tucked your phone into your jacket.

“I really don’t like you playing nice with them, you know.” Deckard commented as you started for the door.

“And right now, I really don’t like you. Put a shirt on. MI-6 is getting ready to come.”

“Where are you going?” Deckard picked up a black long sleeve and tugged it into place.

“Wherever you aren’t.” You didn’t even make it two steps down the hallway before he had his hand on your arm, pulling you back to him. “Get your damn hand off of me, Deckard, before I put another bullet in you.”

He held your hard gaze before letting you go.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight, Y/N. Not until we fix this.”

“Sorry to interrupt your little moment, love birds.” Hobbs spoke as he and Roman jogged down the hallway. Where they came from, you weren’t sure, but you didn’t really care either.

“We don’t have time to fight now.” You called over your shoulder to Deckard as you started for the elevator at the end of the hall. “But once we get somewhere safe, I’m going to kick your ass.”

“I’m looking forward to it, sweet.” Deckard glared at Hobbs, who stopped by your side at the elevator. He never liked how you were relatively close to the D.S.S. agent. Friends weren’t something you made easily, your trust was something you did just give out to anyone. Only a small handful of people had earned the rare title of being your ally. Luke Hobbs was one of them.

“You two okay?” Hobbs whispered to you.

“You don’t care.” You let out a sigh, rolling your head from side to side. “You can’t stand him.”

“No, but I can put up with you.” He teased lightly and winked at you. You cracked a little smile, one that didn’t go unnoticed by Deckard. Even if he hadn’t been the one to make the smile happen, he was glad that someone made you smile. At least you weren’t pissed at everyone.

“So if you two don’t work out, baby doll, you think we still have a chance?” Roman casually leaned against the wall next to you. Since you two had met a little less than a year ago, he’d been playfully flirting with you and once in a while, you’d humor him and flirt back.

Sometimes this drove Deckard insane, especially when he knew you were doing it to make him mad. But it never made him jealous. He knew you’d never leave him for another man. Still, Deckard didn’t like it. You were his.

The brutish ex-military man drew the gun from the holster on his thigh and clicked the safety off. Roman noticed this and stiffened up. You paid no attention to your boyfriend, knowing he wouldn’t do anything-unless Roman acted on his words. Roman Pierce was mostly talk.

“Oh, baby.” You feigned a pout, putting your hand on Roman’s arm. “We never had a chance.”

Deckard smirked from his place behind the trio, pride taking him over. Roman put his hand over his heart.

“That’s cold, baby.”

The elevator doors finally opened and you froze. Half a dozen MI-6 agents in tactical gear were in the elevator.

Deckard grabbed your arm and pulled you into his chest, then threw himself against the wall. Roman and Hobbs dove against the opposite wall, evading the rain of bullets. The doors closed almost as quickly as they had opened. You looked around, confused. What just happened?

“You’re welcome.” Tej’s voice came over the earpiece you forgot you were wearing. “Now quit standing there and get your asses moving please!”

“Thanks, Tej.” Hobbs moved away from the wall.

“That was great.” Roman’s breathing was labored from the adrenaline coursing through his veins. You pushed yourself away from the wall and out of Deckard’s arms.

“The elevator’s not going anywhere.” You observed. The numbers above the doors still said the box was on your floor. “Can you move it down on floor, Tej? Keep the doors shut.”

“Of course I can do that.” You could hear him roll his eyes.

“That’s not going to help us with anything, Y/N.” Hobbs said. “We’re still stuck in a hotel full of agents who now-thanks to you two-think I’m a bad guy.”

“It’s not our fault you affiliate yourself with us.” Deckard stubbornly crossed his arms.

“Open the doors for me, Hobbs.” You ignored them and gestured to the sealed elevator doors.

“Why didn’t you ask me?” Deckard muttered as Hobbs moved towards the doors.

“Because you’re still bleeding.” You glanced over your shoulder to him, briefly glancing over him to make sure he was okay.

“What’s your plan, Y/N?” Roman asked you as he went to stand next to Hobbs. The doors had been pried open and the large man was currently holding them open.

“Ride the elevator down. When we get to the ground, we have a better chance of fighting our way out.”

“Good thinking.” Hobbs complimented.

“Yeah, well I’m pretty positive I’m the only one who has a brain out of the four of us.” You slipped underneath one of his arms and wrapped your hands around the think steel wire holding the elevator up. You supported your weight with your hands until you could get your legs wrapped around the cable. From there, you could slide down and quietly land on the elevator car.

You looked back up to the boys, placing your index finger over your lips to signal them to be quiet. Roman was next. His landing would’ve been rough had you not grabbed his jacket to steady him on his feet. Deckard was after him. Even with his injuries, he made it down with ease. Hobbs was last. You moved to one of the sides of the car, careful not to let anything of yours touch the walls.

“Okay, Tej. Take us to the ground.” You told him, putting your hand up to your ear. Deckard watched you for a few moments, his piercing blue eyes studying you carefully. You knew he wanted to say something about the conversation you’d had earlier but he wasn’t going to, not with two sets of ears in the room.

Once the elevator hit the floor, you decided you were going to be the one to take out the MI-6 agents in the elevator. You ordered Tej not to open the doors yet. You needed to keep everything confined. You worked better in small spaces.

“Come on, Y/N. Let me go with you.” Hobbs didn’t like the idea of you going down there alone with six heavily armed men.

“No offense, big guy, but you take up more space.” You tied your hair back into a ponytail and rolled your shoulders.

Your eyes flickered to Deckard. He was silent but his eyes spoke a thousand words. He wasn’t happy. He wanted to argue with you, to tell you that it was ridiculous for you to go in alone when you had three, scratch that, two abled bodies to go in with you. Roman was just there to provide any distractions. Fighting wasn’t his thing. But after hearing that you were ready to leave him earlier, Deckard knew it would be better for him to shut up and let this go than to fight it. You were a big girl. You could handle yourself. You knew your boundaries.

You looked to Hobbs and nodded your head once. He pulled the hatch open and you jumped down into the elevator car, on to the agent directly below you. He collapsed under your sudden weight on him. You pulled the baton from his waist and turned to hit the agent right behind you. The space was too restricting for them to use the big guns they had in their hands. You had the advantage, and you knew this. You smirked as you spun around and caught another agent in the side of the neck right where his protective gear ended. He cried out at the pain.

Arms wrapped around you, pinning your arms to your sides. You gritted your teeth together and threw yourself back before throwing yourself forward, The sudden shift in weight caught the agent holding you off guard. He stumbled forward, releasing you as he toppled over you. You caught yourself on your hands and knees. Using this new position, you swiped your leg out to kick the agent to your right as hard as possible in his knee then again in his stomach when he collapsed to his knees.

Someone grabbed your ponytail. This made you livid. You couldn’t stand when people grabbed your hair. Ignoring the stinging pain, you rolled over on to your back and managed to put yourself underneath the man kneeling behind you. You wrapped your legs around his head, not shying away from suffocating him with your thighs. You grabbed his hand as he tried to grab your thighs and pull you away from him. You twisted his arm painfully until you heard a snap and he let out a high-pitch yelp. While you did this, you noticed another agent reaching for his taser. You moved out of the way just as the agent reached down to tase you.

He was suddenly thrown across the small room. You looked up to see Hobbs standing over you.

“I had it under control.” You growled, bringing your elbow down to connect with the face of the agent between your legs. He fell unconscious. While Hobbs ensured the rest of the agents weren’t going to get up any time soon, you pushed the agent off of you and stood to your feet.

“I just helped you out a little-,”

“I don’t need your help.” You cut him off. Deckard and Roman jump down from the top of the car, the latter landing less than elegantly. “Tej, open the doors.”

“Okay, but I’m gonna warn y’all. There’s a bunch of trouble-,”

“Just do it!” You yelled. You were itching to fight, the anger boiling in your veins making you a danger to anyone around you.

You pulled picked up two batons and twirled them in your hands, the corner of your lips pulling up in a devilish smirk.

***

You weren't sure how the fire in the bar of the hotel started. You were too focused on fighting the armed operatives trying to stop you. You'd lost your jacket amidst a fight with a female agent and your shirt was torn. Your hair began to fall from the ponytail. You were exhausted. Your body ached and the number of cuts and bruises were increasing steadily. Not to mention the fire alarms were going off and the sprinklers decided to soak you. What was left of your shirt clung to your torso.

Roman and Hobbs had managed to get to the doors. You couldn't see Deckard but you guessed he also made it out.

You flipped a table and took cover behind it just before bullets flew your way. Instinctively, you flinched from the impact of the bullets on the wooden table top.

The echoing bangs stopped and for a moment. You spotted a pistol just out of reach. Knowing it was probably a bad choice, you dove out of the safety of the overturned table and grabbed the weapon. You turned and in the same instant, cocked the hammer, putting a bullet in the chamber. With your thumb hovering over the trigger, you stared down the gun at Deckard.

"It's only me, dove." He breathed out, holding his hands up to prove he meant no harm. He was battered and bruised, blood trickling from a wound on his temple.

You put the gun down, letting out a breath you didn't know you'd been holding, and looked around the room. You two were the only ones standing.

"You good?" He asked, taking a few steps towards you. You nodded, glancing down to gun in your hands. This was it. "Come on. We need to go-,"

"I'm not going with you, Deckard." You put the safety on and tucked the gun into the back of your pants. Who knew if you'd need it later.

"We don't have time for you to be dramatic, Y/N-,"

"I told you I'm not doing this." You shook your head softly. Your throat began to burn and your nose started to itch. "I could've lost you today, Deckard." Your voice lowered to a broken whispered.

Deckard glanced over his shoulder, letting out a small groan of disapproval for what he was about to do. He'd wanted to wait until a more romantic moment, a moment when he'd planned everything out. As he turned back to you, he ran his hand over his face.

"Your the best thing that's ever happened to me, Y/N." His voice was quiet, curling his fingers into fists by his sides. "I'd kill for you."

"I know." A soft little smile crossed your lips. He'd done in numerous times before. Deckard Shaw would move mountains and raise hell for you.

"It's hard for me to see you do what I do, sweet. I can see one wrong move you make and you.... You're dead, sweet." He whispered. His fingers uncurled. He brushed his thumb across his fingertips.

"It makes me feel like you think I'm incapable of holding my own. You think I'm weak."

"Sweet, you're the strongest person I know. You've put up with my ass for years."

You laughed gently. Deckard carefully watched you. The anger in your eyes had dissipate.

"Marry me, sweet."

Your lips parted as you stared across the room at the man before you. Your heart was still thumping from adrenaline, but now a new found rhythm began. You started to speak but the sprinklers stopped and the fire alarms went out. You briefly glanced to the ceiling before looking back to Deckard.

There you both stood, covered in blood, bruises, and wounds. Your clothes were soaked from the sprinklers. You looked like a wreck but somehow he didn't look too affected by all the fighting he'd been doing. Maybe it was just the fact that his shirt was still in tact while yours was ripped and revealing your black bra. The scene wasn't ideal. No one in their right mind would choose to propose in a room full of bodies, some of which were not living.

But this was yours and Deckard's life. The chaos was what had brought you two together and together, you survived in the brutal world.

Wordlessly, you crossed the room. When you got to him, you hesitated to put your hands on him, remembering the wounds underneath his shirt. You settled with cupped his jaw in your small hands.

"Yes." You breathed out, a little smile on your lips as you leaned up to kiss him. His arms slipped around your waist. He pulled you closer to him, ignoring the pain in his torso.

"I love you, sweet." Hearing the words for a second time today made your heart soar. Deckard Shaw wasn't one to admit his feelings out loud. You knew how he felt, he expressed his emotions in other ways. But hearing him say it was unlike anything else.

"I love you, Decks."

#deckardshaw #deckard shaw #deckard shaw x reader #fast and furious #hobbs and shaw #oneshot #queenxxxsupreme

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rebelwrites · 3 years

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REBELS 100 WORDS

Currently I have 7 asks in my inbox for the 100 words, if I’m being honest they have been in there for a couple of weeks and I’m sorry!

But I have a four and a half our car journey on Friday afternoon to the ferry terminal for our weekend away and because it’s all motorways my boyfriend is driving. I plan on writing these during the car journey.

So please flood my inbox with 3 random words and I will make a fic out of them, I’m going to need something to pass the time. I won’t be writing full requests just the 100 words.

I will write for:

SEAL Team; Clay Spenser, Sonny Quinn, Jason Hayes, Ray Perry, Eric Blackburn

Sons Of Anarchy; Jax Teller, Chibs Telford, Happy Lowman, Tig Trager, Juice Ortiz, Opie Winston

Mayans; Angel Reyes, Ez Reyes, Riz Ariza, Bishop Losa, Miguel Galindo, Nestor Oceteva

Suits; Harvey Specter

Fast and Furious; Brian O’Conner, Dominic Toretto, Tej Parker, Roman Pearce, Luke Hobbs, Deckard Shaw, Han Lue

Bates Motel; Dylan Massett

#rebels 100 words #seal team #sons of anarchy #mayans #suits #fast and furious #Bates motel

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thegirlwhowritesfics · 3 years

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Honestly Jason as Deckard Shaw in Furious 7, The Fate Of The Furious, and Hobbs and Shaw was like the hottest thing ever! But I also loved him as Lee Christmas I'm The Expendables....I'm a big action movie fan lol

So Fast 7 is the one I am up to I totally thought I had seen it but I just read the description and i have not.

I have seen the transporter and the Italian job so so many times its ridiculous. they are some of my default movies when I can't sleep.

I'm so in love with his voice too, my boyfriend use to play CoD a lot and he voices a character in it. There is another actor that is a voice in CoD or Halo and I'm so in love with his voice from the damn video game too hahaha

I love action movies, I probably love them more than my boyfriend, anytime theres a new action movie thats out I'm like "can we go see it?" and hes like "really? really?? can't you just wait for it to come out on streaming"

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gumx395 · 4 years

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Til Death Do We Part

A (embarrassingly late) part of a Shobbs fic exchange with @unusalkitten. Hope it was worth the wait!

Luke walked into the large, cold room. Out of instinct, he quickly assessed the room, identifying any potential threats and recognizing all possible exits. He could never be too careful, especially in anything concerning Deckard Shaw. He knew that even in death that guy had the ability to create a world of problems for Luke.

As expected, there were far less people than one would expect at a typical wake. Luke knew Deckard wasn’t much for close friendships, and he definitely didn’t expect the Shaw family to gather all in one place. They knew better than to let themselves be sitting ducks.

Luke stood in the doorway, surveying the kind of people that had taken the time to grieve the infamous Deckard Shaw. Luke lifted an eyebrow at the small gaggle of young attractive women weeping by the casket. Of course. He held back a chuckle, remembering where he was. Luke scanned over the scattering of what he was sure were either government agents or criminal mob bosses who likely only came to make sure Deckard was actually dead. Beyond these two odd groups of mourners, the only other people there that Luke knew were the Toretto gang. At the moment they were milling around off to the side, talking amongst themselves. They all had serious, somber faces, which Luke figured was more than anyone could ask of them, considering their very…….complicated history with the Brit. Dom looked over and gave him a quick nod, and Luke took that as an invitation to join them.

Letty came up to him and gave him as tight of a hug as she could while seven months pregnant. Dom, ever the subdued man he’s always been, settled for a hand on the shoulder.

“Sup Hobbs. Sam’s not with you?”

Luke shook his head. “Naw. Didn’t wanna put her through all this. She’s staying with her Aunt Linda.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. We left Brian with Letty’s family.” Dom glances over at the casket and shook his head. “Can’t seem to wrap my head around the idea of him really being dead. A part of me still expects this to be some sort of trick.”

Letty chuckled at that. “Definitely seems like something the guy would try to pull.”

Luke shook his head. “I wouldn’t believe it either if I hadn’t seen the autopsy report with my own eyes. Guess the Brit wasn’t as invincible as he thought he was.”

As the wake began and everyone moved to find their seats, one of the people that Luke was sure was a government agent walked to the front and began to speak. Luke ended up tuning most of it out. It was almost amusing, knowing none of these people knew anything about who Deckard Shaw really was anyways. Luke knew they were just going to repeat the same standard, vague platitudes everyone says when someone they didn’t know and didn’t like very well passed away. When everyone had heard the news about Deckard’s death and that there was going to be a funeral, Dom and Letty had asked Luke why he hadn’t wanted to speak himself, but he brushed them off, telling them he couldn’t find the words, which wasn’t a total lie. Unless he was talking smack, Luke wasn’t really great with his words, and the person he would usually talk smack with was Deckard himself. Luke found himself reminiscing about all the times he and Deckard had gone back and forth. Early on in knowing each other their smack talk was almost always done out of malice, but once they grew closer and fonder of each other it just became a way to see who could come up with the cleverest comeback. Either way, it would always somehow end with them closer than they were before.

Luke came back to the present when everyone around him began to get up and get ready to head out to the cemetery. Letty came up to him and put a comforting hand on his arm. “C’mon, you can ride with us. You shouldn’t have to be alone right now.”

Luke gave her a thankful smile and shook his head. “I’ll be right there. I think I just need a moment.”

Dom nodded, a knowing look in his eye, and led his family out of the room.

Luke slowly made his way up to the casket and looked down at Deckard’s calm, lifeless face. He had never seen Deckard’s face so still. He leaned down slowly and said,

“Get up asshat, I know you’re not dead.”

Deckard’s eyes flew open and his signature sneer came back to his face.

“Yeah, no shit Sherlock, you want a cookie for figuring it out?” Luke rolled his eyes as he helped Deckard out of the casket.

“Nice touch with the models crying over your body by the way.”

Deckard smirked. “What can I say, I tend to leave a lasting memory.”

Before Luke could respond with his own witty reply, Deckard grabbed him by the back of the neck and brought their lips together in a resounding kiss. Luke melted into it, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. It had been a while since he’d gotten a chance to hold Deckard in his arms.

Suddenly remembering why they were there in the first place, Luke pulled back and gave Deckard a serious look.

“So you wanna let me know what’s going on and who’s after you? Is it Eteon again or something?”

“Nah, nothing big like that. Just a run of the mill drug lord I needed the element of surprise over. Still, I could use a hand if you’re not too busy, twinkletoes.”

Luke grinned, pulled two guns out of the inside of his jacket and winked at Deckard. “Why else do you think I’m here, princess?” Look nodded his head towards one of the doors. “C’mon, I caught a glimpse of an exit out the back.”

Before he could hand over one of his guns, Deckard opened up the bottom half of the casket to reveal a whole armory of weapons, from handguns to machine guns to grenades.

Luke shook his head with a smile. Should have expected the Brit to always be armed to teeth.

Once Deckard had managed to holster every gun and explosive possible onto his body they quickly moved through the back of the mortuary.

“So I take it you let the family in on the scheme?”

Deckard huffed a laugh. “If I ever die for real, they’re gonna know it. We’ve each ‘died’ at least five times by now.”

“What are you guys keeping track or something?”

“More like keeping score. I’m closing in on Owen, the little shit, but none of us have gotten close to mum’s count.”

Luke laughed to himself, entirely unsurprised at the Shaw family antics at this point. He looked through the last door out of the building and, once he was sure the coast was clear, signaled for Deckard to follow him outside.

So do you got a car waiting for you out here or something?”

“Course not. Too obvious. We’re taking your piece of junk.” Deckard said, already walking towards Luke’s truck.

“So your plan entirely banked on me figuring out that you weren’t dead?”

Deckard had already somehow managed to get Luke’s passenger side open, despite the fact that it had been locked. “I thought you’d be flattered. That’s giving you a lot of credit there, pea brain.”

Before Deckard could climb into the passenger seat Luke suddenly grabbed him by the arm. “Hey!” Deckard shot him a questioning look. Understandable, considering they had worked together on so many missions at this point that they had fallen into this easy flow.

“Thanks for not being dead.”

While Luke had figured out in his head what Deckard’s plan was pretty effortlessly, the entire time he couldn’t get rid of that fear in his chest rising at the idea that this time was the real deal and Deckard was really never coming back.

Luke knew where this fear was coming from. He’ll never forgot the first time Deckard faked his own death for a mission they were both on. That time, he had to see Deckard “die” with his own eyes. Long before Luke knew Deckard well enough to know that faking his own death was a card he liked to keep up his sleeve and wasn’t scared of using, Luke had been devastated at the thought of not being there in time to save Deckard. He had gone through such guilt and grief at the time, before he had even come close to understanding the full extent of what he felt for the Brit, and it had haunted him to this day.

Deckard, practically able to read Luke’s mind at this point, gave him a warm, comforting look.

“Hey, don’t worry huh? I’m not dying anytime soon. There ain’t a man alive that can take me down. You should know, you’ve tried several times haven’t ya twinkletoes.”

Deckard gave him a wink that Luke received with a wide grin.

They both hopped into the car, ready to take on whatever mess was waiting for them.

#shobbs #hobbs and shaw #luke hobbs #deckard shaw #hobbs x shaw #dominic toretto #letty ortiz #Fast and Furious #the fast and furious #f&f #fic exchange #mine #fic #fanfiction

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f1z05 · 4 years

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What A Day

Deckard Shaw, Deck for short, he was having a good break from all missions he need to be in, having more time to spend with his, so called new profound boyfriend, Hobbs. Don't ask how they end up together, it just happened.

He was at the warehouse lying at the couch with Hobbs at the other end until they heard a door slam. He turned around, noticing the familiar figure, it was Owen, his brother, all cranky like a small child. The Dom family immediately took anything as a weapon as precaution, they haven't seen Owen, they thought he was out for revenge or something.

"Calm Down everyone, he's not goin to blow up anyone's arse right now, let him be". everyone was at disbelief as Owen was walking at a slower pace, as he got near to Deck, Deck got up from his sleeping position and Hobbs moved to another sofa, he knew what and why Owen was like that. As soon as Owen stood facing Deck, he took off his jacket and laid down by him, laying his head on his brother's lap.

"Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on?" Tej, being all clueless, well, exactly nearly everyone is clueless of what is going on. Hobbs got up saying that is usually a Shaw thing when they get tired, they just do that, only feel safe around each other but never ever interrupt, or they will actually shoot you, or if they're nice enough, they will just threaten you.

Deck took out his phone, receiving a message form his sister, "Owen there with you?"

"Yeah, instant sleep".

"He needed it, or I be the one knocked him out". Deck scoffed, as he put his phone away and let his brother sleep his tiredness away, but his lap won't be feeling comfortable soon, but it is what it is..what a day.

@omnivorousshipper for youu😁😁. Hope you like it because its not much either.

#owenshaw #deckard and owen shaw #hattie shaw #shaw family #fastfurious #hobbsandshaw #luke hobbs

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sleepy-achilles · 3 years

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This is terrible, they are not.

Enjoy :)

#deckard shaw #luke hobbs #deckard x luke #shobbs #fast and furious #hobbs and shaw #hottest boyfriends tbf

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essieeeeeeeee · 5 years

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so my brother dragged me to hobbs&shaw despite not seeing any other F&F movies, and I fell into a black hole of fast cars and snarking boyfriends, and that somehow led me to your page and I wanted to say how much I LOVE sugar spice and everything nice! it's so perfectly in character for them and I'm screaming about deckard shaw for all eternity I want to thank you for your service in sustaining me with more shaw/hobbs goodness while I recover.

screaming about deckard shaw for all eternity sounds like a good life motto to live by, congratulations on your superb choices you funky little anon.

I’m glad you like it! thanks so much for the warm fuzzies! 😗 if you’re interested, I’ve got a couple other little written doodads under my ‘my drabbles’ tag, so feel free to explore. I also made a little fic rec post here with some of my favorites in the fandom.

WELCOME TO THE FAM.

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omnivorousshipper · 2 years

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Warm: A Shobbs Fic

Summary: Luke gets some mildly dubious advice from Hattie on how to get Deckard to warm up to him, so he decides to try it out

Tags: Fluff, cuddling, scheming Hattie, soft Shobbs

When Luke and Deckard finally started to get together, tentatively testing the waters with each other, Luke hadn’t been expecting things to go so… slowly.

Don’t get him wrong! He wasn’t expecting them to collide together in a fit of passion and stumble into bed at any given chance, but he also wasn’t expecting just how slow they were going about their relationship. If Luke could even call it a relationship—to him, it felt like they hadn’t done anything to really confirm their relationship status, but Deckard seemed to confirm they did whenever they were out and about. He didn’t hesitate to call Luke his boyfriend, partner, significant other, etc, however, that wasn’t the issue Luke was having.

He was worried about having to take the steps towards making their relationship more of a real relationship. So far, Deckard would call him, text him, or even come over to his home and go on dates with them. But, that’s as far as they went. Deckard was slowly opening up emotionally with him, even trusting Luke with his childhood memories and emotions about recent events in his life. However, no matter how much they talked, Deckard wouldn’t let Luke touch him.

At first, Luke thought it was simply because Deckard wasn’t the touchy feely type of guy, but soon enough, he learned that was not so.

Whenever they were around Owen or Hattie, Deckard could always be seen physically attached to them in some way. Sometimes one of his siblings would be leaning on him, other times they would be fully embraced in a hug, and most surprisingly, Luke had even witnessed all three of them napping and cuddling together. Physical attention was an obvious love language between the Shaws and Luke had to wonder why Deckard wasn’t the same with him. So, instead of going to the source to ask his questions, he instead went to Hattie.

“What?” She stared at him, eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“Is Deck not a cuddler?” Luke asked again, frustration clear in his voice.

“He’s one of the cuddliest people you’ll ever meet,” Hattie told him and narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Why?”

“Well, it’s just that…”

“He’s not cuddling with you?”

“Yeah.”

“Hmm…” Hattie hummed to herself thoughtfully.

“Is this his way of telling me he wants to end things?” Luke asked hesitantly. The possibility had crossed his mind several times and he hoped that wasn’t the reason. Ever since he had gotten together with the Brit, Luke had felt happier and more alive than he felt in a long time. He didn’t want to lose Deckard, no matter what. But, so far something had felt off between them and their relationship, and he was sure it was because of Deckard’s refusal to touch him.

“I doubt that,” Hattie shook her head and Luke let out a relieved sigh. “No, if he wanted to break up, he’d be honest with you. He doesn’t pussyfoot around.”

“So?”

“I think he’s just scared.” She shrugged.

“Of me?”

“Of getting hurt.”

“I’d never hurt him!” Luke snapped. Sure, he was bigger and in a fist fight could break several of Deckard’s bones before the smaller man got the upper hand, but that didn’t mean he’d crush the man while cuddling!

“Not physically, you dumbarse.” Hattie rolled her eyes. “Emotionally. His last relationship didn’t quite end well and he’s scared of taking the leap of showing you how much he cares about you. He doesn’t want to expose himself and get hurt again.”

Luke felt himself deflating. How was he supposed to bring this up to Deckard and show him that he truly cared and loved him? His woeful pondering must have shown on his face as a smirk slowly started to stretch across Hattie’s face.

“I have an idea on how to make Deck cuddle with you.”

Eyes narrowed, Luke didn’t like the mischievous glint in the youngest Shaw’s eyes, but at this point, he was willing to even the most outrageous plan.

Curled up tightly on Luke’s couch, Deckard clenched his jaw tightly so as to not let his teeth chatter and give away his discomfort. The family room was dark, the only light coming from the television that was currently paused as Deckard waited impatiently for Luke to come back from looking for an extra blanket for Deckard.

When Deckard had arrived that night, several bags of groceries hanging on his arms, the house had been fairly warm. But, slowly, the temperature of the whole house dropped even if Deckard hadn’t noticed the cold creeping in because he had been standing over the stove, cooking their dinner. However, when he and Luke had retreated to the family room to watch a movie, Deckard had found himself freezing.

There had never been a time in Deckard’s life where he had felt truly warm without wearing at least two layers of clothes or even more. As a child, he would always be seen wearing a hat and gloves no matter the season, only taking them off when told to. Over the years, he had grown accustomed to layering up and ignoring the cold, but at the moment it felt almost impossible. He was already wrapped in the blanket Luke kept on the couch, but that didn’t seem to be enough and so he had asked Luke for another one.

As each second passed by and Luke had yet to return, Deckard feared that he would need to run around the house and search out for the thermostat. He knew Luke was rarely affected by any type of temperature, no matter how extreme it was. In Samoa, he had been perfectly fine in the sweltering heat and hadn’t batted an eye when in Russia stopping Cipher’s plans. Deckard had to admit he was a tad jealous of the man’s ability to produce so much body heat not to be bothered.

“Found it!” Luke smiled cheerfully as he walked back into the room and Deckard would have sagged with relief if his body wasn’t bunched up from how cold he was. Sending Luke a grateful smile instead, Deckard’s eyes widened when he saw the blanket in Luke’s hands. An electric blanket!

He would never admit it, but Deckard made desperate grabby hands for the blanket and felt his face flush with embarrassment as Luke handed it over with a chuckle. Not sparring any time on turning the blanket on, Deckard nearly moaned when the blanket began to warm up instantly. Fully wrapping himself in the electric blanket, Deckard peaked out of the little nest he had made with the two blankets and huffed at how nonchalant Luke was.

“It’s bloody freezing in here! How are you not cold?” Deckard groused, but knew his voice had a tinge of a whine to it. It simply wasn’t fair!

“I’ve been told I’m like a human furnace,” Luke shrugged.

Deckard’s ears perked up at that. However, before he could ask Luke further about his comment, the other man had already started up the movie again and seemed completely engrossed in it. Deckard, on the other hand, barely even noticed the television as he looked over at Luke out of the corner of his eye. Maybe…?

Even thinking of cuddling with Luke made Deckard’s burn and he was thankful that the room was so dark. To be honest, Deckard wasn’t sure why he had never initiated any physical contact with Luke and he would be forever thankful for the other man not asking or forcing the issue. The idea of sharing small touches, cuddling, and being wrapped around each other made Deckard’s heart call out longingly, but for some reason, something held him back.

The last time he had really been like that with someone other than his siblings had been Brixton. Sure, Deckard had many partners throughout the years, but that had only been sex and nothing as emotionally charged as entrusting someone to touch him so casually. In bed, all the touches were meant for pleasure and achieving that tantalizing bliss during an orgasm, but with the softer touches outside of bed was what Deckard truly longed for. To be shown love in the most meaningful way for him and to show his love in return. He desperately wanted to be like that with Luke, but every time he tried, he had chickened out.

Not tonight, Deckard thought, nodding to himself in determination.

Even though he was thoroughly warmed up by the electric blanket, Deckard knew it would never be enough as he felt the cold biting at his ears and exposed head. He refused to ask Luke for a hat.

Slowly, Deckard rearranged the blankets around him before taking a deep breath. Now or never.

Forcing himself to move, Deckard gathered up the blankets before crawling the short distance between himself and Luke on the couch. Before the other man had an opportunity to ask what he was doing, Deckard plopped himself down in Luke’s lap and arranged the blankets around him again, sliding his head under Luke’s chin.

Instantly, Deckard melted at the contact and cuddled even further into Luke’s chest as warmth he’s never truly felt before rushed through him, reaching deep into his bones, and making him purr in happiness. This was where he was supposed to be.

“Is this ok?” Luke whispered, wrapping his arms around Deckard and pulling him even more snug against him.

“Yes.” Deckard sighed, a dopey smile now permanently plastered on his face. “This is perfect.”

“I’m glad to hear that, princess.” Luke chuckled and kissed Deckard on the forehead. Neither would mention it if on similar nights it became surprisingly cold and Deckard was forced to cuddle Luke for warmth, but he couldn’t care less. He wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

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