Aims of the year - To have no posted wips by the end of the year. Aim going well at the start of the year I had 30 over a few sites. I am now down to 13 ... I think.
MINOR PROBLEM: July is Sentinel Crossover challenge which I just can’t resist. Feel free to let me know which stories you want see finished first.
Excerpt - Hints for where Shaw’s List is going ...
Shaw asked lightly, “Aren’t you? I can offer you freedom, life and honesty.”
Brian looked at Shaw, truly looked. He was struggling not to hit him. This was a man who had come into his life and torn it down around his ears. What did he have left? His job at the FBI would be awkward to say the least. He would be under suspicion no matter his innocence. In truth, ignorance of Carter’s activities was just as damning as being complicit.
“Have you enjoyed ruining my life?” Brian asked, at least maintaining his strength and fire.
Shaw shook his head, “That is not what I have done. You just don’t see it.”
“No,” Brian snorted, “What would you call it?”
“I have freed you.”
“Freed me?” Brian repeated, trying to think about it from Shaw’s point of view. “My career is in tatters. My marriage is destroyed.” He finished, thinking about the divorce papers he just signed.
Shaw smirked, “Meaning there is nothing stopping you taking that leap and come with me to London.”
“I am not that type of boy,” was the snarky response. It was madness. If he did he would be throwing everything away. There was no way he would not be on the FBI’s radar. It was easier in Europe.
The Steter fusion with Mr and Mrs Smith that I did not know I needed to write. Female Stiles and Peter are married but are keeping more than a few secrets from each other.
Status: Hmm I have a prologue and the epilogue written ... I know strange. Can’t decide how I want the middle bit to luck in terms of style.
You know the End is Nigh
Stiles was stubborn. She could only say she was aware; she didn’t care to change her ways. Peter would always make a sassy comment and she would bitch straight back. It was called marriage, as far as she was concerned. It had to be stubbornness that saw her here especially when she would much rather shoot something than talk about her marriage with a stranger.
“So how often do you have sex?”
She smiled serenely, loving a perfect opening, “Well he is getting older. I accepted this when I married him.”
“You bitch!”
She resisted the obvious retort, as they were in mixed company. She was pissed at Peter but she wouldn’t out him. She just wanted her life back. She leant forward, whispering as if she was conspiring with the therapist,
“He is not accepting it too well.”
“I can get up ten times a day ... you are just never interested.”
She didn’t smirk as it would be crass. The victory was hers as you could tell his wolfy pride had taken a dent. She knew the perfect response to this comment as well, “Peter honey.” She was a tease, leaning closer to him, offering a view of her neck, “I love to have sex, many times and in many positions. You remember our honeymoon.”
The flash of blue told her he did. She sat back, careful not to ruck up her pencil skirt. She had a business meeting straight after this stupid appointment. She had to at least look like she worked as an office IT problem solver. She had rolled her eyes at the cover Braedon had given her but accepted it meekly when told some of the alternatives. It looked good on her documents as she could hardly put hitwoman/spy for hire.
“Okay moving on. What does Peter’s job entail?”
She snorts, “He finds antiques for a living. It is easy what with him being one.”
The therapist took notice of her stress on antiques. She would back off - she was ninety-nine percent certain, he was into something illegal. She didn’t have stones to throw their so she said no more.
“Have you tried doing something together?”
Stiles guessed her finely arched eyebrow told him everything.
Hi Hellbells I was wondering when your going to start posting not in the job description? I'm excited to read Dom and Brian journey.
At the moment it is a mish-mash of bullet points and written scenes intermixed. The minute it fleshes out I shall probably after I have finished off Dreaded Feels
Prompt: Au ending in FF1 Brian loses cop job,ends up homeless and somehow is recruited and seduced by shaw,we skip over a couple of years to the events of fast six with letty in brians spot and in a relationship thing with mia. the events of the movie happen and there's feels between dom and brian and yet shaw is being his evil self who doesn't want to share his boy with dom.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Owen/Brian
Warning: Hints of prostitution, BDSM
Brian had figured with his former profession his death would be sudden and possibly painful, but definitely quick. He was discovering that actually that was not the case. He stood shivering on the street corner knowing that the minute he canted his hips, he would soon have enough ‘johns’ vying for his services that he would have at least have a roof over his head. Once he’d let Dom go he’d been dropped from the force quicker than a hot potato. He should have been made but he figured that was the likeliest outcome if not outright jail. After a few months he wished he’d been sent to prison.
You see the cops had not only just fired him but they’d also blacklisted him making sure that he could not get any employment anywhere. So he had only one thing, his looks and he traded them. He had learnt so many techniques in his UC training that whenever he was trading his body he could disconnect or assume a role and whilst not perfect it did protect his brain from some of the potential mental damage.
He stood in the skin tight black jeans and too tight white top hoping that someone would hurry the fuck up (pun intended). He just wanted to get it over with and head off home. Soon enough, a car pulled up to the curb. He took a deep breath and prepared himself to play the part. When the window wound down of the admittedly expensive Bentley he was surprised to see a good looking guy. It begged the question - Why did he need to pay for it?
The man’s wicked smile intrigued him, “Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing outside on a night like this?”
Brian was amused, a line that corny should have had anyone running for the hills, but somehow the british accent made it more palatable. “Well I like to meet interesting people.”
The added purr was for effect but would do the trick with most.
Shaw laughed and realised that while O’Conner may be down on his luck he had not been cowed or broken by his situation. It impressed him and he knew that he could use that fire; it also made him as attractive as hell. Vegh would give him hell for the fact he was another pretty blonde but somehow he didn’t think it would take too much to tempt him to the darkside.
He chuckled, “I’m sure you do. I want to employ you but in the ‘traditional’ way.”
Brian cocked his head to the side. Ironically it was more titillating and arousing than any of the false moves that he used to pull in a customer, “And just what would I be employed to do.” He asked suspicion and distrust evident but that was not really surprising considering his circumstances. If Shaw ever met Dominic Toretto he would kiss him for leaving such a pretty package almost gift wrapped for how easy it would be to win him over.
“I have a team of special drivers in London, with other skills ... You would be perfect for the team.”
Brian was contemplating the offer. it was clear that Shaw was some sort of a criminal mastermind. It wouldn’t be honest work but it would be doing what he loved rather than having to work on his back. And that was more than enough to tempt him. “Just my driving skills?”
Shaw smiled, “Oh darlin’ when I get you in my bed it will be your choice, and I won’t be paying you.” It was a promise and a vow.
Brian felt a tingle he wasn’t too sure how soon that would be, but he definitely liked the idea of starting over. In the end, no matter how wild things got at least he wouldn’t be whoring himself and that counted for a lot.
Of course, after a year he might have reevaluated that decision.
A lot had changed since that fateful night, Brian had seized the opportunity and Shaw was not disappointed, Brian had risen to the challenge and showed the other members of the team just what the difference being a professional driver was. A few who had trained hard didn’t like and were jealous. Brian shrugged off each comment, and it didn’t help when he gave into Owen just like he said he would. Still it was completely different to LA - for one it was by choice, and not through necessity.
Shaw’s team were tearing down the road on the banks of River Moscow - though they had to be careful not to miss their turning onto the bridge which would be a sharp right. ving down the road that led to the bridge and thus their package. Whilst the team were not aware Brian knew exactly what they were hunting. Shaw needed to combine three things and all would be stolen in the next two weeks. Somedays he regretted his life but he was reasonably safe with Shaw and he wasn’t turning tricks so life was good, and he couldn’t say that their wasn’t enough excitement.
The truck convoy was up ahead and the team sprang into action. The trick was their speed and efficiency and the minute the protection for the convoy was taken out it was up to him and Vegh to get the package. The trouble was that twenty seconds into the job Brian could tell that it was about to go wrong. He could hear Shaw cursing and about to call an abort. The cable was going to screw the weight scenarios. It was rescuable but once again just like in the LA desert it would require a free jump without any equipment. If Brian did this then they would sacrifice the car.
“Shaw I have a way but it will kill my car off.”
Shaw blinked but he trusted Brian to get the job done. He had this need to prove himself, “Do it!”
Brian nodded, thankful that they were on a straight stretch of road. He tied the wheel with the rope so that it stayed straight. He pressed his foot on the accelerator and sped ahead. He need the speed so that when the truck caught up to it he could jump. It sounded all very laborious but in reality all was said and done in thirty seconds. Brian found the satellite part that was needed and spoke clearly, “Guys I need a pick up.”
Hans was driving the back up jeep but had driven forward having eliminated the guns in the convoy. He drove close, close enough that Brian could leap onto it. It was done the minute that they raced away. All was said and done in just over 90 seconds. Now all they needed to do was escape. Brian had faith that their drivers were good enough to evade the Moscow Police. And more than a few would be puzzling over the way his car embedded in the building.
As they met at the rendezvous point at Domodevo airport to catch a private plane home that wasn’t registered as anything other than a cargo plane that would land at a small airport in the East Midlands so would not be prone to the rigorous inspections that would hit a plane in London Gatwick or Heathrow.
Shaw was waiting and the minute Brian stepped out the jeep he was being checked for injuries. It was obvious that Shaw favoured Brian, anyone else then the injury was a sign that they needed to train harder. “You okay pet?”
Brian flushed a little, “I’m fine. That was fun.”
Owen was torn between praising him or tearing him a new one for scaring the shit out of him. “Yes well we are all back apart from Oakes. He has been pinched.”
None of the team were sad for the team mate. If he was nicked then that would mean he was gone to the team. Bad parts were swapped out for new parts just like in a bad engine - it was how you improved the performance. “How unfortunate then Interpol will soon know about London. We better step on it.”
He let the team enter the plane before him and Brian. He grinned as he kissed his lover, “You’re perfection.”
Brian rolled his eyes and jumped as his ass was affectionately swatted. At least they were heading back home.
Thanks to Brian’s excellent driving skills. The job was done, and one more job and they would all be rich beyond their wildest dreams. Shaw was not prone to idle fantasies, but he had a few. He was going to reward Brian though for a job well done.
Owen watched as Brian traipsed into their room on the plane, clearly tired but still buzzing from their heist. It was one of the things he loved about Brian - he lived for the rush. He was smart and quick and drove like he was born to it. All attractive things to the gearhead, and Seeing Brian casually strip though to reveal the lithe muscular body, reminded him that there was more than one pretty thing about him. He was glad that he had taken that trip to LA last year.
He saw Brian look in the mirror back at him, and Owen moved forward. He kissed Bri’s shoulder, and his smirk could be seen as Bri offered his neck up. Owen loved how their kinks were so compatible. Brian had needed someone who trusted him, and someone who he could follow. Owen was possessive enough though that he needed to sink his teeth in deep. He didn’t break skin as he wouldn’t risk infections, but he bit hard and deep worrying his teeth so that he sucked a nice dark bruise into the collarbone.
He loved how dark the bruise was and that Brian moaned and leant into the touch. His lover would be pissy tomorrow once he realised just how hard it would be to hide the hicky. It was the whole point - Brian was Owen’s and he didn’t share.
He whispered still in the crook of Brian’s neck, “You were so good out there today.”
Brian laughed at that as he knew just how hot Owen found precision in executing heists. Today though Oakes had nearly fucked the whole thing up when he had been caught - luckily Brian was capable of intuitive planning and his stunt had worked. Granted that plan had seen him use a car as a flying weapon, and he’d been impressed when it embedded into the wall of the Kremlin.
He was too jaded to be coy, but Owen liked his dry sarcasm, “Do I get a reward?”
Brian was breathless as he was pulled around - now face to face with Owen. He smirked seeing just what effect he had on the soldier. It was nice to know that despite his ‘code’ Brian could occasionally break through it.
Owen chuckled, darkly and he enjoyed seeing the shover play across Brian’s muscles. “A reward pet? Let me see what I can come up with.”
He’d barely been touched but Brian was already groaning. Brian knew that tone and therefore what Owen wanted to do. He liked breaking Brian apart, until he was a begging pleading mess on the bed, and only when he gave in and begged was he put back together.
(There is reward smut but it will be clear that there is a power imbalance.)
Owen was quite content to lay here until the plane landed in a few hours.
Meanwhile someone was being sent to investigate the mess that was left behind by Shaw’s team in Moscow. Hobbs was just glad that he was not being killed to Moscow in the winter - that royally sucked.
He saw the RSO officer and had read up on her. She was talented, quick and if she was half as good as she was on paper then they would get along just fine. He listened to the summary and had pieced together enough to know what was going on - It had to be Shaw’s team. They were good but ever since he’d coerced his second into joining they had been brilliant and ballsy. It was a trait that wasn’t dulling in O’Conner. Everyone until this job had thought that he was dead, but clearly he wasn’t as he was seen kissing Owen Shaw on the airport surveillance. It was too bad that there was nothing more incriminating - the evidence against them was so circumstantial that even a crappy lawyer would get it dismissed.
The officer had spunk and Hobbs was really beginning to like her, “So let’s go and pick up Shaw.”
Hobbs smirked the captured memeber wasn’t willing to talk knowing that Shaw would definitely kill him. It wasn’t even a question but two minutes and a destroyed interrogation room he had his answer. London and Interpol would be the next target. “Woman you can’t just pick him up. We need wolves that can catch wolves.”
A little plan was forming and it was below the belt. It wouldn’t have worked until he’d had it confirmed that Brian O’Conner was actually in the land of the living. Now that was a boy with an interesting life story. He was a star UC agent who threw it all away for a family, and possibly someone he loved. The family didn’t think to run with him so he was left to deal with the shit storm. The LAPD embarrassed drop him and blackball him. The last report was that he was pulling tricks before their is death report. All his record had noted that he was a sharpshooter and driving skills that could see him win the Indy 500.
Hobbs was able to read between the lines. Shaw approaches him and offers him a way off the street. O’Conner feeling like he has nothing to lose accepts and then is slowly he is worked over to accept the relationship. Shaw was smart enough to seduce him slowly and make it seem like he was their willingly. As far as Hobbs could see their was one potential weakness he could exploit and that was O’Conner.
He needed O’Conner twisted and conflicted and there was only one way that he could see that happening. He needed to get Dominic Toretto on the scene and get his feelings all twisted up. It looked like he needed to prepare a wolf trap.
Of course, in order to catch a driving crew as good as Shaw’s; you needed a crew as good - even if they skirted little things like laws.
Hobbs looked around the sweet villa and saw exactly how you could live the highlife from crime. He shoved that down because for now - he needed Toretto and that just burnt in his caw. “You know for a 100 million you should have bought better security.”
Toretto calmly turned around. After all, this was a country with no extradition laws. It was one of more attractive parts of this country. “Wasn’t hiding. What can I do for you Agent Hobbs?”
Hobbs through a folder at him and Toretto opened it sucking in a breath, “He’s dead.”
Hobbs snorted, “Not so much. Embarrassed the LAPD when they screwed up again.”
Toretto took a deep breath one of his biggest regrets was how he’d treated O’Conner. And by the time he’d realised how wrong he’d been - he read the notice that O’Conner was dead. He’d been shocked by what the article had suggested. The title had been ‘Disgraced cop dead in tryst gone wrong.’ The irony being that it was Shaw buying his way out of the business and closing the file on him in LA.
Toretto sighed, “What do you want?”
Hobbs was reluctant but remembered that he was the one who had come to Toretto. “I want the leader of the gang. O’Conner got out of the game, but he is forced to warm the bed of Shaw. I’d like to see Shaw behind bars.”
Dom thought about Vince, Mia and baby Jack - could they go home? Could he set things right with Brian? They were tempting thoughts - ones that he was tempting to chase. It was bold and if he was gonna succeed then he would need all of the old crew. “Let’s not play games. If I assemble a crew then I want pardons.”
Hobbs was desperate and knew that his only real hope of seeing Shaw go down lay with Toretto. It was the only thing that was keeping the snarl buried.
Pairing: Dom/Brian, Brian/Vince, or Dom/Brian/Vince (other possible pairings: Dom/Letty, Vince/Leon, Letty/Mia)
Prompt #2: Brian’s a vampire hunter. His latest hunt has led him to an unorthodox vampire coven- Team Toretto.
Dom watched as his mate killed Johnny Tran like he was nothing special, instead of an Ancient vampire who was old enough to have seen the creation of Britain. Brian was stunning and deadly even though he was so breakable as a human. It was why he’d listened to his argument that whilst Dom could help him he couldn’t keep him locked up. Brian had told him that that was the quickest way to break him and privately Dom agreed. The last thing he needed was a mate that was boring and meek - he’d sooner meet his true death.
Johnny collapsed to the ground looking at the ash stake that was slowly killing him. He knew that this was it, but he would get the last laugh. He maybe dying but he would take Dom’s mate with him. He wanted to die knowing that Dom would wish for death too.
Brian never even felt the bullet enter, he was just standing one minute and on the floor the next. He coughed but blood was bubbling up, he grasped for Dom’s hand wanting to see Dom. He felt his lover touching him, and heard his pained whine. He never wanted Dom to be in pain, and especially not because of him. He loved Dom with his whole heart, even if it was a little Shakespearean. “Bite me.”
Dom froze, not sure that he’d heard the words right. Brian was asking him to bite him, which went against everything a hunter believed in. “You sure?”
Brian was pained, “Can’t leave you alone.”
Dom could feel the affection and the weakening of his mate’s body. If he was to do it - then he would need to do it quick. His fangs lengthened and he leaned down carefully balanced over his mate. He kissed his cheek and whispered, “Forgive me.”
Brian just pitifully arched his neck giving Dom room to work his magic. Dom took it for the invitation it was and bit down, hearing Brian cry out. He kept drinking, the sweet ambrosia that was his mate’s blood. Brian couldn’t fight back being too weak, but he wouldn’t have. It may have gone against all of his instincts but he trusted Dom not to kill him.
Dom freaked out when his mate went so still. It bothered him as Brian was never still. He was action and fire, even when he was cool and angry. He bit his own wrist to help finish the conversion, he needed to do it quickly; he could hear Brian’s pulse fading. He placed his mangled wrist over Brian’s mouth and let the blood drip into his mouth. If he wasn’t terrified then he would find this the sexiest thing ever.
