Deckard Shaw x Reader (Fast and Furious Movies Fanfiction)

Deckard Shaw x Reader (Part 3)

Riding on Safar's Harley Davidson. On the road, during the night, the sun just, maybe a half hour away to rising to heat up in this beautiful part of the desert. The air slightly cool as it whipped past your face, your hair flew out behind you.
Great. You were going to have wind hair when you encounter Shaw. The last thing you needed is-
Wait, why do you even care what you look like in front of him? It's not like he actually likes you... right?
Then why the heck would he say "Too bad you're not mine"? And to add to that, his little pet name for you.
Deciding not to think of it, you enjoyed the ride. Hearing the motorcycle's engine as it went along the road.
Your speed at 90 mph.
Relying on your memory of where Shaw's located at of course.

Eventually, the place came into view, revving the motorcycle faster, you drove towards the most logical direction.
Pulling up, you saw black vehicles, Mr. Nobody's, you thought.
Jumping off, letting the bike fall to it's side.
Surely, Safar will complain if he found out you scratched his bike.
You made a mental note to pay him back if you did scratch it... somehow.
Walking up, past the vehicles, you glanced inside the vehicle. No one in there.
Running a hand through your hair, you quickly managed to fix it slightly.

Then seeing a door open, you rushed towards in it. Quickly slipping inside, (That's what she said 😅 anyone? No? Ok 🙂)

Inside, you saw Dom, Brian, Mr. Nobody and his men AND right hand man, Sheppard. Having an exchange with somebody out of your view.

"-got family." You heard Dom say, looking at a man you couldn't see yet. You walked in, trying to be quiet.
A couple of Mr. Nobody's men looked questionaly at you, obviously wondering why you weren't back at the garage and how you got passed the guy who was supposed to guard you.

When you did see who they were talking to, Dom saw you.

"Well, I got alot of friends."
You recognized that accent.
Your gaze fell upon the man who has consumed your thoughts.
Shaw.
He was sitting at a table, casually, a dinner plate in front of him. His eyes catching yours, until they fell on a spot on your chest. Rather out of a strange alarm instead of a man wanting a woman look.

"(Y/N)!" Was all that you heard before it felt like a familiar weight slam into you, knocking the both of you down just as you heard bullets start flying.
You groaned, looking at who had slammed into you.

"You had a laser pointed at you." Dom said, getting off you. "You never listen, you NEVER listen."
You didn't know to whether be to be mad at him for crushing into you like a freight train or grateful that he saved you from being shot in the chest.
Obviously the good choice. But you didn't listen to him, so that one's on you.

"Here." Mr. Nobody shoved a handgun gun in your hands when you took cover in the midst of the bullets. "Make yourself useful."

Following his words, you took cover behind a crate, getting your farthest in the corner of the room, away from the bullets. But they were still close. Your back flat against it, your heart rate fast, adrenaline coursing through your veins. The feel of the gun, cool in your clammy palms.
You didn't know the names of guns, only how to use them. After spending most of your life with Dom, situations like this, forced you to learn how to shoot a gun.
Bullets going off everywhere.
Where's Dom? Brian?

"C'mon. Quit being a scared little girl." You urged yourself. Taking a deep breath. "Ah, fuck it."
You stood up, seeing a man on the opposite side on a staircase. Aiming down the sights of the gun in your hand, you shot at the guy. Seeing him fall sideways off the railing.
You absorbed the kickback of the gun and continued shooting.

You glanced to your side, seeing Dom and Brian on the other side of the room, caught up in the mess of the situation. Which had been a mistake of looking.
You suddenly got shoved backwards by a man, almost toppling over but losing your gun in the process.
Looking to the man, he had a much bigger gun, aimed directly at your face.
Crap.
In a moment, you were ready to face your death. Just as you were going to close your eyes, about to face your death.
The man fell forward at your feet.
Confused, you looked down at him, seeing a bullet hole in the back of his head, then slowly looked up.
But an explosion happened, the sound nearly deafening you, little bits of debris flying towards you.
The effects of the blast making you fly sideways.
Just as you were flying sideways, about to fall, strong hands caught you around your arms. Everything audible.

Ears ringing, you looked up. Seeing Shaw, a gun in his hand. That nice suit, hugging his frame perfectly.
God, his eyes were intense, even though he was a couple inches away, you still felt suffocated by his mere presence.
A slight smirk on this man's face.

Wait, before the grenade exploded, did he... save you from that man?

"Hello, love." He practically purred in that accent, a glint in his eye before he swiftly and almost silently, he slipped out of your sight. His grip loosening off you as he left.
You stood there. Wondering if you should follow him or not...
Well, you all are after him. You didn't see why not.
Just as you were going to follow him, Brian yanked on your wrist.

"Let's go."
And so you did.

***

After Dom's family and Mr. Nobody left, Shaw had a hard gaze, focusing on Jakande.
Both Shaw and Jakande recently moved to a new, quiet location. In a room, with the stolen device, God's Eye.
Shaw's determination set in his blood to take down Dom's little family for harming his only brother that stood by his side. Through thick and thin since they were young boys. To take them down for revenge.
No, not revenge. For them to go through the same thing he felt when his only family is near death in the hospital. Well, revenge, too but still.
But as of right now, he had his mind on that (H/C) girl. Despite her still walking, he is still kinda bothered...

"Speak your mind, Mr. Shaw." The man in leather spoke, voice full of authority.

"You must have found out my newly found interest." Shaw replied after a long, tense moment.
His eyes observing and caculating. He's actually a little... irritated.

Jakande sent a smirk his way. Slightly amused. "No."

That smirk sent a new wave of irriation to Shaw's nerves. Good thing he hid it quite well from him. Or else their odd friendship's over. He knew Jakande took things serious.
The air felt tense. Well, at least to Shaw, though he's sure Jakande could feel it also.

Shaw stared at him with a look that other people could not identify. Which made him more unpredictable. "One of your men had her in his sights. She could have died."

Shaw remembered, seeing her walk in that room, remembering her (E/C) eyes, then to see that sniper laser aimed straight on her chest.

Shaw let Jakande take a moment to settle the thought in. Then saw the realization cross the wanted man's face.
"Oh, you are talking about that female, (Y/N)? My men had orders. How should I know that you didn't want your little pet that you can not get to die? Why are you the one to talk? We have other matters, such as God's Eye."

Shaw allowed himself to stay quiet, but only to start discussing plans with God's Eye.
But as the other talked, he watched them, talking when he's to add in plans.
But while talking, he actually felt quite foolish. A little. He was taught to not let his emotions interfere with his work. Especially in front of others.
Yet he did.
And she happened to be in his thoughts most of the time. The only reason he called her "Little fox" is because she's small compared to himself. Sly and quick.
When he first encountered her in that party room, she had caught him off guard when she pulled out that knife on him. But his quick reflexes had caught her arm.
Always invading his mind when it should be on other matters.
What is that sly Little fox doing to him?

***

Mr. Nobody never failed to make you amused. First he said something about Dom trying something about Ale then to laugh only to wince and start coughing, holding his bleeding side.
He's a good man, saying he was to send you a gift for helping.
Then when you dropped him off, all he did was press a button and his personal helicopter came for him.
Now that, in your opinion is actually cool.

As you, Dom, Brian drove away, you sat in the back. Dom and Brian, saying things like "You could've been killed" and "You never listen", stuff like that.
Looking down, more from thinking than from shame, blocking out both Brian and Dom's lectures.
Your mind traveled back to Safar's forgotten motorcycle. Crap, he's going to flip when he probably isn't going to get his Davidson back.
Again, that's on you, you admit. You forgot it back there.

Wandering around in your thoughts, it lead back to Shaw.
Oh god, his accent.
Damn. You shouldn't even be feeling this towards that man.

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Heyo! Thanks for reading! AND thanks for your lovely comments. I practically live off your feedbacks and votes! Since it's the only thing that inspires me to continue this. I'll be sure to have more of our british handsome, Shaw, and you have longer encounters in later parts!