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12 Days of Shobbs: Day 12- Snow Angels

Summary: This is a serious of prompts following the relationship between Luke Hobbs and Deckard Shaw through the twelve days of Christmas.

Day 11 Day 13

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…

“Dad?”

Taking his eyes off the road, Luke glanced up at Sam through the rearview mirror. She was wearing a Christmas sweater that had a french bulldog wearing a scarf. They were on their way to the annual Christmas party at the O’Connor house, where they would stay the night and spend Christmas day with the team.

“Yeah, sweetie?”

“Is Deckard going to be at the party?”

“Yeah, he is. Why?” Luke asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

“You two are really funny together. And you always seem happier after you talk to him,” Sam smiled at him.

Thinking for a moment, Luke had to admit that over the last few missions, his and Deckard’s relationship had shifted into something less hostile and much more enjoyable. They had finally come together to help each other willingly; in Luke’s opinion, they had actually become friends.

“I guess I do enjoy seeing him,” Luke admitted to Sam.

“Then are you going to ask him out?” She asked innocently.

“What?” Luke yelped, and it was only because of his experience of chasing after criminals while under duress that he was able to keep the car from swerving in his surprise.

“You like him, right? That means you should ask him out!” She said, confident in her logic.

“Sam. Honey,” Luke sighed. “It doesn’t work that way. And besides, he and I are just friends.”

“But, when he was staying with us, it seemed like you two were acting like the couples in those Christmas movies,” Sam said, her face scrunching up in confusion.

“Uh, well,” Luke started and tried to come up with an answer. He wouldn’t admit it, but looking back, she was right. After some point, Deckard had been willing to let Luke penetrate his personal space, which Luke had taken advantage of. During the few days Deckard had been with them, Luke had probably spent most of them next to Deckard: helping the man from room to room, grabbing things off the top shelves, and even helping him prepare dinner. They had weaved around each other effortlessly as Deckard cooked, knowing each other’s movements even off the field.

“And I like Deckard! I wouldn’t mind if he was your boyfriend,” Sam pointed out.

Luke couldn’t help the choking sound that escaped him at the word ‘boyfriend’.

~~~

“When’s Hobbs getting here?” Owen asked from where he was sitting at the kitchen island, slowly whittling a carrot with one of his knives.

“How the bloody hell should I know?” Deckard grunted as he checked the turkey that was still cooking in the oven. Shutting the oven door, he turned back to Owen with narrowed eyes. “And why would you care?”

“I don’t,” Owen said, concentrating on the carrot. “But I kinda guessed that you would.”

“Why would I care?” Deckard asked incredulously.

Owen finally looked up and raised a single eyebrow at Deckard. “Because you two are together?”

“What-- why-- where did you get that idea?” Deckard stuttered out, staring wide-eyed at his little brother.

“Well, you two have done a shit ton of missions together, and last week during Hatts’ MI-6 mission, you two were literally attached to the hip,” Owen explained.

“He’s just a touchy-feely person. Doesn’t mean we’re together,” Deckard said quickly and turned to the pots heating on the stove. And avoiding Owen’s searching gaze.

“Do you want to be with Hobbs?” Owen asked, not unkindly.

“I mean…” Deckard stopped. He honestly was not sure. He and Luke had had some bad history between them, which had Deckard convinced they could never be civil with each other. But, after the incident with the mistletoe, it seemed as if all the animosity between them had disappeared, leaving a fresh slate for them to work with.

And if Deckard had to admit to it, he would say that he had truly enjoyed the time they had spent together over the last few weeks. Whenever he was with Luke, Deckard could feel a sense of calm and clarity wash over him, along with a warm glow in his chest.

Deckard didn’t realize he hadn’t answered Owen’s question, and had simply been standing there thinking until a new voice brought him out his musing.

“Oh, what did you do to break Deck?” Hattie admonished as she came into the kitchen.

Snapping out of his stupor, Deckard felt his cheeks warm.

“I just asked if he and Hobbs were dating,” Owen rolled his eyes. He had completely carved the carrot down into a nub, leaving behind unusable shreds of carrot.

“Aren’t you two?” Hattie asked, surprise coloring her voice.

“No! We’re not,” Deckard snapped, and tried to focus on stirring the mash potatoes. Since he was avoiding both of them, he didn’t notice the shared looks and gestures between his siblings.

~~~

Pulling the car into the O’Connor’s driveway, Luke felt ten years older. For the rest of the ride, he had unsuccessfully tried to convince Sam that he was not interested in Deckard. He could hear her asking another question in the back, as he stepped out of the car and opened her door. Behind him, he could hear someone opening the house’s front door and calling out to him and Sam.

“Hey Hobbs!” Brian called out. “Glad you could make it.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world!” Luke called back, leading Sam up to the porch.

“Come on in. Deckard’s already here and took over the kitchen,” Brian said, opening the door open for them.

From the corner of his eye, Luke could see Sam looking up at him and giving him a knowing smile.

“Don’t you even start,” Luke jokingly told her as they entered the warmly lit house.

~~~

Carefully walking the large turkey out to the dining room table, Deckard could see Mia herding the children out of the way. As soon as he set it down, he felt something run straight into his leg. Looking down, Deckard was met with the wide grin of Baby Brian, who had learned to walk only a few months ago.

“Why, ‘ello there, governor,” Deckard laughed and picked up the giggling toddler.

“Bri! What’d I tell you about bothering Uncle Deckard,” Letty gently chastised.

“He’s no problem. Are you?” Deckard cooed.

“No!” Baby Brian responded, saying his favorite word.

“Here, let me take him,” Mia said. “You’re already doing too much by cooking dinner. The least we can do is make sure the kids stay out of your way.”

“Really, they’re not a problem,” Deckard assured.

“I don’t get how you’re still single,” Letty commented, taking Baby Brian from Mia and bouncing him on her hip. “You can cook, you love kids. I honestly don’t know how someone hasn’t snatched you up.”

“Oh,” Mia said, shocked. “I had thought…”

“What?” Deckard turned to her, an eyebrow raised in curiosity as he saw her cheeks turn red.

“I thought you and Luke were a couple,” Mia hesitantly replied.

Deckard could only stare at her, not knowing how to respond to the second assumption that night.

“You know,” Letty butted in when neither Mia or Deckard said anything. “You two would make a great couple.”

“I think I’d have to disagree with you there,” Deckard squinted at her. “If you’ll excuse me, I better make sure Owen hasn’t ruined the kitchen.”

Quickly walking away, he desperately tried to ignore Mia and Letty’s laughter.

~~~

“Look who finally decided to show up!” Dom joked as Luke and Sam walked into the living room.

“You try to navigate New York traffic during this time of year,” Luke joked back as he patted Dom on the shoulder.

All around him, he could hear several of the others throwing out their own greetings. He could see Ramsey waving Sam over for a hug, while Roman and Tej were cracking jokes about the baby oil they had gotten Luke for Christmas. Off to the other side of the room, he could see Mr. Nobody sneakily placing more presents under the tree, and Little Nobody subtly trying to hide the action by standing in front of him.

Smiling at the scene, Luke took a seat next to Brian, throwing his own jokes back at Roman and Tej. They all sat together in the living room, watching Jack and Anna chasing Baby Brian through the rooms.

“All right everyone! Dinner’s ready,” Letty poked her head into the living room.

Talking all at once, the family made their way into the dining room, the kids heading to their own table in the corner, while the adults took their seats at the large dining table.

Luke could see the Shaw siblings choosing their seats, with Hattie shoving Deckard to the side so she could sit in between him and Owen. Standing back for a moment, Luke watched Deckard, Sam’s earlier questions echoing in his head. The man was smiling at Hattie’s antics, his face looking relaxed and happy. There was a spark in his eyes as he looked around him, true joy appearing as he took in everyone around him. Finally, he looked towards where Luke was standing, their eyes meeting the first time that night.

And Luke could feel his heart skip. In that moment, everything fell away, leaving only Deckard, who stared back at him, the earlier spark in his eyes seeming to expand and make him appear even more beautiful.

“Hey, man. You good?” Dom asked behind Luke.

Blinking, Luke cleared his throat. “Yeah. I’m good.”

Dom gave him a searching look before glancing in the direction Luke had been staring. “If you don’t want to sit by Deckard, I’m sure someone’s willin’ to move.”

“What?” Luke blurted out. Whipping his head back towards Deckard, he discovered that the only open seats were the one at the head of the table, usually Dom’s seat, and the seat on Deckard’s left. “No. No, it’s fine.”

“If you say so,” Dom said, his face unreadable as he watched Luke fidget. “Then come on. We don’t have all night.”

“Right,” Luke muttered and made his way over to the table. As he pulled out the chair, he could see that Deckard’s cheeks were a little redder than before, and he was firmly facing forward as he and Luke shared stiff greetings.

At the head of the table, Dom took his seat, and a smirk. “Looks like we know who’s going to be saying grace this year.”

Everyone’s heads turned towards the end of the table, as Owen’s hand was hovering over a bread roll.

“What?” He asked, eyes darting from everyone’s knowing faces.

“Who ever grabs for food first, has to say grace,” Brian said smugly.

Rolling his eyes, Owen waited until everyone held hands as he started the grace. “Bless us, Oh Lord…”

Throughout the speech, Luke didn’t catch a single word. He was too focused on Deckard’s hand in his.

~~~

Dinner was eventful as stories of past missions and heists were shared. At one point, almost the whole table was speechless as the Shaw siblings each told how one of their cousins took them on a bank heist when they were children. Soon enough,small conversations broke out, however, several times, the conversations would turn to whispering. Throughout the dinner, Luke could see different people at the table turn to each other and throw looks at him and Deckard. Boldly, Luke stared back challengingly. The whispering would immediately stop, but Luke felt a nagging feeling of dread in the back of his head. Ultimately, he decided to ignore the feeling and enjoy the merriment that was truly alive in the O’Connor household.

As time went on, Luke could feel Deckard slowly relaxing next to him, once he finally looked at Luke and their natural flow of insults reappeared. Not understanding Deckard’s early reluctance, Luke wondered if something had happened. But as the festivities went on and dinner wrapped up, the thought completely disappeared from Luke’s mind.

Brian and Mia were collecting plates, with Deckard back in the kitchen, preparing the dessert. Luke could see Roman joining him in the kitchen to grab a few more beers. Suddenly, he popped his head back into the room.

“Hey, Mia. Looks like you’re out of beer!” He called out.

“There should be more in the garage,” she shouted back.

“Where in the garage?” He whined.

“Luke, would you mind getting it? I don’t trust him not to break something,” Mia asked.

“Yeah. No problem.” Luke agreed with Mia; Roman would probably get distracted and mess with something he shouldn’t.

Making his way out the side door connecting the house to the garage, Luke was glad for a moment of peace. Casting his gaze through the dimly lit room, he could see the O’Connors’ minivan along with a few bikes leaning against a wall. But, he didn’t see any more cases of beer. Deciding to check the other side of the room, Luke stepped away from the doorway.

He was looking all around the minivan, when a stream of light fell into the garage and disappeared again. Standing up from his crouch, Luke saw that Deckard had entered the garage.

“What are you doing out here?” Deckard asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“Getting beer. You?”

“Brian just asked me to get some, too.”

They stared at each other for a second before Luke shrugged. “Well, I don’t think there’s anymore. I’ve looked everywhere in here.”

Deckard simply hummed back in response and narrowed his eyes. He quickly turned on his heel before trying the door. It was locked.

“Strange,” Deckard said, but there was no surprise in his voice.

“Think they did that on purpose?” Luke asked suspiciously.

“Undoubtedly,” Deckard responded. “Come on. Let’s see if they locked the front door as well.”

Luke followed after Deckard as they ducked under the partially opened garage door, stepping out into the yard. During dinner, it had snowed, leaving a fresh layer of snow on the ground. Luke stayed at the bottom of the porch as Deckard tried the front door, found it locked, and then proceeded to bang on it.

When nobody answered, Luke’s suspicions were confirmed.

“I think they’re trying to send us a message,” Luke called out to Deckard as the smaller man walked down the steps, having given up on the door.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Deckard mumbled and rubbed his arms. Luke stared at the other man, just noticing that Deckard was only wearing a long sleeve shirt.

“I think you do,” Luke said. In a split second, he was in front of Deckard, arms spread open and inviting Deckard to step into them. “Deckard Shaw. After these last few weeks, after all the crazy and life threatening missions. And even after the absolutely bat-shit insane stunts you’ve pulled, I think I fell for you.”

Deckard was quiet during Luke’s speech. His eyes were wide and he had momentarily stopped shivering in shock.

“What do you say?” Luke asked quietly, spreading his arms even further.

Instead of responding, Deckard barreled into Luke’s arms and threw his own around Luke’s shoulders. His lips were forceful as he slammed their mouths together. Not needing anymore encouragement, Luke easily wrapped his arms around Deckard, pulling the smaller man flush against him.

Luke’s heart was racing as what felt like fireworks started to spark all throughout his body from where their lips were connected. Deckard was pushing himself against him, almost as he was trying to fuse with Luke. Not expecting the added weight, Luke tried to take a step back to correct his stance, but felt his foot give out from under him as he slipped on the fresh snow.

They gave out twin shouts of surprise as they went down, Deckard falling on top of Luke. As gently as he could, Deckard sat up, his hands resting on Luke’s chest as he stared down at him, panting slightly. And Luke could only stare back.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Luke couldn’t help whispering in awe. Deckard’s face went even redder than it had been from the cold.

“And you’re an utter sap,” he mumbled back, but Luke could see his smile in the dim light from the house.

“And for that,” Luke said, a smirk growing on his face. “You get to make snow angels with me.”

“What-- Ah!” Deckard shouted as Luke pushed him off and he landed in the snow next to him. “Are you kidding me?”

“Nope,” Luke laughed at the pissy tone in Deckard’s voice. Scooching a little away, Luke spread his arms and legs out in the snow, making his own angel. Next to him, he could hear Deckard give a small snort of amusement, but nonetheless, he started to copy Luke’s movements.

They stayed like that for a few minutes before Deckard stopped and rolled back on top of Luke. Luke’s arms easily stopped and snaked their way around Deckard. Smiling down at him, Deckard leaned forward and gave Luke a small peck. Deciding that wasn’t enough, Luke gently grabbed the back of his neck and brought Deckard down for a real kiss.

“Oi! We sent you two out here to admit you’re both idiots, not to catch your death!” Hattie yelled out from the house. Simultaneously, the two men looked at her and the rest of the team standing on the porch. Sam and Ramsey were holding their phones up and taking pictures, while everyone just watched, smiling down at the pair.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get back at them,” Luke whispered to Deckard, sending him a wink.

“Can’t wait,” Deckard smirked back at him, a mischievous spark in his eyes.

… Twelve schemers a-scheming

Eleven spies a-spying

Ten assassins a-killing

Nine buildings exploding

Eight racers a-racing

Severn criminals a-stealing

Six missiles incoming

Five grenades!

Four stab wounds

Three fast cars

Two loaded guns

And a punch to the face!

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