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Which phase of “Fast and Furious” would you say is your favorite?

1) The “we’re just a series about fast cars and racing” phase (1, 2, Tokyo Drift)

2) The “we’re tired of racing, so let’s bring in the Rock and focus on regular action movie stuff” phase (4, 5, 6)

3) The “Vin Diesel watched all the Captain America/Mission Impossible movies and wants to do that in his own franchise” phase (7, 8, 9, Hobbs and Shaw)

4) The “Vin Diesel watched Infinity War/Endgame/the Arrowverse’s Crisis on Infinite Earths and wants to do that in his own franchise” phase (10, and I’m assuming 11 and 12. I know Vin said they’re stopping at 11, but he said that he’s thinking about doing a 12th)

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nothing... just Fast & Furious franchise collecting the big guys like the infinity stones.

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Fast & Furious: The Mother

Luke Hobbs x OC

Summary: An assassin comes out of hiding to rescue her daughter, whom she left earlier in life.

Fast & Furious presents The Mother: Family runs deep. Vengeance runs deeper.

Part Two

The Hobbs Family

* Sefina Hobbs - Matriarch

* Jonah Hobbs - Mechanic

* Tamina as Auli'i Hobbs - Jonah’s Wife

* Zilla Fatu as Zilla Hobbs - Jonah’s Son

* Luke Hobbs

* Veda Burgos-Hobbs - Luke's Wife

* Samantha Hobbs - Luke's Daughter

* Kal Hobbs

* Nia Jax as Tiasa Hobbs - Kal’s Wife

* Roman Reigns as Mateo Hobbs

* Bianca Belair as Chey Hobbs - Mateo’s Wife

* Timo Hobbs

* Sasha Banks as Lanuola Hobbs - Timo’s Wife

* Jimmy Uso as Enele Hobbs

* Naomi as Tisha Hobbs - Enele’s Wife

* Jey Uso as Enoka Hobbs

* Bayley as Gabby Hobbs - Enoka’s Wife

* Lisa Hobbs

* Jacob Fatu as Laki Hobbs

* Solo Sikoa as Fetu Hobbs

Samoa

The roar of the ocean echoed like a war drum across the Samoan cliffs as the black military transport jet touched down on the cleared dirt strip. As the blades slowed, dust rose into the sky like a curtain being drawn on an old stage, revealing figures forged from metal, muscle, and memory.

Veda stepped out first, wind tugging at her hair, boots crunching over volcanic soil. Her gaze scanned the horizon.

Behind her, Luke followed. Towering and silent, Samoa was still etched into his bones. And beside them came Dominic and his crew, their engines silent for once, their loyalty loud in their presence. But it wasn’t Dominic’s crew that concerned Luke today.

It was his family.

They came here not to seek peace, but power and to gather strength in numbers to save the one thing they couldn’t afford to lose: Samantha. Their daughter. Kidnapped. Gone for nearly two weeks. Every hour chipped away at Veda’s sanity. Every second turned her into a sharper weapon.

The compound loomed on the edge of the jungle. It wasn’t a house; it was a monument to resilience, sweat, and scars. Hobbs Customs, a place rebuilt from betrayal and estrangement. The workshop smelled of engine grease, old steel, and island flowers.

And there, like sentinels of the past, stood the eight Hobbs brothers: Jonah, Mateo, Kal, Timo, Enele, Enoka, Laki, and Fetu.

Their eyes tracked the newcomers like hawks.

Jonah stood front and center, arms like tree trunks, face carved with bitterness. His stare locked onto Luke.

“You really brought her here?” he said without breaking eye contact.

“Didn't come for you,” Veda snapped before Luke could answer. “Came for my daughter.”

The air thickened.

Then Lisa stepped forward. She was Luke’s only sister, hair braided back, expression unreadable. Veda’s eyes narrowed the second she saw her.

“You mean the daughter you ran from,” Lisa said, voice low and dangerous.

In a flash, Veda moved. The first punch cracked like thunder across Lisa’s jaw. Lisa barely staggered before responding with a knee to the ribs. They collided like storms, so wild and merciless. Kicks, strikes, raw emotion. The ground beneath them exploded in red dust as they slammed into it, wrestling with more than fists with years of blame.

Luke didn’t move. His arms were crossed over his chest, face unreadable. He wasn’t letting them fight for sport, he was letting them burn it out. Dominic took a cautious step forward.

“Should we—?”

“No,” Luke said. “Let it happen. They need it.”

The brothers stood in a silent ring, watching without flinching. Mateo winced as Veda landed a knee to Lisa’s stomach. Kal muttered something in Samoan. Auli'i, Lanuola, Tiasa, Chey, Gabby, and Tisha emerged from the house, standing at the porch with folded arms.

Then the voice of authority rang out, sharp as ever.

“Enough!”

Sefina Hobbs. The matriarch. Time hadn’t shrunk her, only made her more powerful. With silver in her hair and fire in her eyes, she stepped into the circle. The sisters froze. Breathing heavy, blood on knuckles, fire still burning.

Sefina looked at them both.

“This house holds enough ghosts. Don’t add more.”

Lisa wiped her lip. Veda stood straighter, defiant.

Then Luke spoke. “Samantha’s been taken.”

Dead silence.

“Dante Reyes,” he added. “Son of Hernan Reyes. He wants revenge. He took Sam.”

Mateo shook his head slowly. “How long?”

“Two weeks.”

“You waited two weeks to come here?”

“I had to find the trail first.”

Sefina’s gaze pierced Luke like a blade. “What’s the plan?”

Luke turned to Veda, and together they stepped forward.

“We need all of you,” Veda said. “Dante won’t see it coming if it’s family.”

“Why should we help you?” Jonah asked. “You walked away from our brother and your daughter.”

“I did what I had to do to keep them alive,” Veda said.

It was silent after that moment.

Sefina took a step forward. “What’s the plan,” she asked.

Later, the garage turned war room. Tables were cleared, maps spread out. Dominic and his crew worked alongside the Hobbs brothers, who were still wary but cooperative. Old tools became weapons. Outdated trucks were modified for war.

Hobbs Customs became a fortress.

As they worked, dynamics shifted.

Kal taught Roman how to use a traditional Samoan war club. Timo and Letty argued over engine timing. Tej bonded with Fetu over electrical wiring. Amid it all, Veda remained a shadow of constant, quiet, and deadly.

That night, while the others shared laughs around the fire, she sat inside. The living room was dimly lit, filled with the scent of burnt wood and coconut oil. Her eyes landed on a photo on the shelf.

A black-and-white frame. She moved closer.

It was her and Luke walking down the aisle, barefoot on the sand, his hand in hers, both smiling.

She hadn’t seen that photo in years.

Gabby entered quietly with a mug of tea.

“Sam brought it when she visited,” she said, offering the mug.

“I didn’t know he kept it,” Veda whispered.

“He never stopped loving you.”

“I’m not here for love,” Veda replied. “I’m here for my daughter.”

Gabby sat beside her. “You sure about that?”

Veda didn’t answer.

The next day, the plan went into motion.

Jonah led the garage conversion. Mateo and Ramsey coordinated the tech. Dominic brought out hidden weapons. Together, they mapped Dante’s compound, an offshore fortress surrounded by motion sensors and mercs.

Enele and Enoka handled water routes. Kal and Timo coordinated diversions. Veda trained alone in the courtyard, blades slicing air. Her fury had focus now.

Sefina watched her from the shadows. “You’re strong,” she said.

Veda didn’t stop moving. “Not strong enough.”

“You’re not alone.”

Veda paused, blade at her side.

Sefina stepped forward. “I know pain when I see it. But you can’t save her with anger.”

“I have nothing else left.”

“You have us.”

The Burgos Family

* Pascacio Burgos - Patriarch

* Adriana Barraza as Lola Burgos - Matriarch

* Simone Kessell as Kailani Laguatan-Burgos - Veda and Cereza’s Mother

* Sylvester Stallone as Victor Burgos - Veda and Cereza’s Father

* Veda Burgos-Hobbs

* Luke Hobbs - Veda’s Husband

* Samantha Hobbs - Veda's Daughter

* Vanessa Hudgens as Cereza Burgos-Toretto

* Jakob Toretto - Cereza’s Husband

The ocean whispered in the distance, rhythmic waves brushing against the shores of Samoa like a steady heartbeat. The tropical sun cast a golden glow over the land, but Veda barely noticed. Her mind was far from the postcard-perfect beauty around her. While others marveled at the cascading waterfalls, the lush jungles, and the hum of island life, she was burdened with something heavier, an ache in her chest that no scenery could mend. Watching Luke laugh with his brothers, his family thick around him like armor, only deepened that ache. It reminded her of what she never truly had, a family, not in the sense of blood alone, but presence. Reliability. Love that stayed.

Veda’s family had always been like smoke. There one moment, gone the next. Disappearing without explanation, sometimes for years. Her mother would vanish with only a scribbled note left behind. Her father would surface when it suited him. Her sister, Cereza, had been the one exception, a flickering beacon in a sea of unpredictability. Even if she moved often, Cereza always let Veda know where she was.

And now, by some strange twist of fate or divine alignment, Cereza was in Samoa.

Veda didn’t tell anyone where she was going. She didn’t owe them that, not when her instincts screamed louder than reason. She slipped away from the Hobbs family compound under the cloak of midmorning silence, her boots crunching on gravel, heart thrumming like a drumbeat. The road stretched on, winding through palms and wildflowers, until finally, nestled between two flowering flame trees, she found the modest white house her sister called home.

The front door creaked open, and there she was. Cereza. Always effortlessly beautiful, skin glowing, smile sharp and amused. She leaned against the doorframe like she’d been waiting.

“Well, well,” she drawled. “Why are you here in Samoa?”

Veda stood stiffly, unsure of what to say. “Sam got kidnapped. We came to get help from Luke’s family.”

“We?” Cereza asked, eyebrow raised.

“Dom and his crew are helping us.”

A beat of silence passed. Then a slow, knowing smile crept across Cereza’s face. “Really? Then I guess that means you’re here to ask for my help.”

“If you want to,” Veda said, shrugging. She masked her emotions like a well-trained soldier. But her voice betrayed a sliver of hope.

“Of course, I do. She’s my niece.”

The screen door creaked again, and out stepped Kailani, their mother, elegant as ever in a flowing robe of Samoan print. Behind her, their father Victor emerged—tall, imposing, silent. Even their grandparents, Lola and Pascacio, stood on the porch, faces weathered but eyes sharp.

“My granddaughter has been kidnapped,” Kailani said flatly.

Veda’s breath caught. Her throat tightened with something she couldn’t name. Bitterness? Regret? Hurt, definitely. Her family, her disappearing act of a family was here. Together. Without her. And yet, they looked at her as if no time had passed.

“Yeah,” Veda murmured. The word dropped like a pebble into the silence. She fought to keep her face neutral.

Victor clapped his hands once. “Let’s get to work.”

They piled into two cars and followed Veda back to the Hobbs home. Gravel crunched beneath tires, sunlight shimmering across windshields. When they arrived, Luke was already rushing out the front door, his face a storm of worry and anger.

“You can’t just leave without telling anyone where you’re going,” he snapped, voice raised, eyes locked on Veda.

Veda stared at him blankly as her family exited the vehicles. Before she could speak, Victor stepped forward, eyes narrowing.

“Boy, if you don’t get out of her face, I’ll put you on your ass.”

Luke blinked, stunned into silence.

“I went to get my family,” Veda said as she brushed past him. “The more, the merrier.”

Cereza sauntered up beside Luke, smiling like mischief personified. “Hey, brother-in-law,” she said, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Victor’s eyes lingered on Luke with warning as he followed his daughters inside.

“I told you, you should have never married him,” Victor muttered to Veda.

Dom, standing nearby, glanced at Luke with curiosity. “Is her family like her?”

Luke sighed. “Worse.”

Inside, maps were spread, plans drawn, and alliances formed. The name on everyone’s lips was Samantha. No one would rest until she was safe.

“So where are we headed?” Cereza asked, eyes alight with the thrill of action.

“Sardinia,” Veda answered.

Later that afternoon, the buzz of planning dulled, Veda found her sister in the courtyard, staring at someone across the way. Her gaze was fixed, soft, haunted.

“Why are you staring at him?” Veda asked.

“That’s Jakob’s older brother,” Cereza whispered.

Veda’s breath hitched. “Your Jakob?”

“Yeah. You know I haven’t seen him in two months.”

Before Veda could respond, Roman, oblivious as ever, walked over and opened his mouth.

“Yeah, Jakob went out like a hero. Took out a whole crew of mercs so Dom could rescue Little B.”

The air thickened. Cereza’s eyes widened. Her knees buckled, and Veda caught her just in time.

“What?” Roman said, confused by the sudden shift. “What’d I say?”

“Keep it together,” Veda whispered fiercely, carrying her sister inside. The walls of the bedroom muffled the cries that followed.

“He’s dead,” Cereza said between sobs. Her voice was hoarse. “He’s gone. And I wasn’t even there.”

“I’m so sorry,” Veda said, holding her sister tightly.

Cereza’s tear-streaked face hardened with resolve. “Dante is dead when we catch him.”

“Of course,” Veda whispered. “We’ll end him together.”

Outside, Roman awkwardly filled in Dom on the scene he had accidentally triggered. Ramsey, curious, pulled out her laptop and did some digging. A few keystrokes later, she froze.

“I found something,” she said. “There’s a marriage certificate. Jakob and Cereza... they were married.”

Dom’s heart dropped. Letty put a hand on his shoulder.

“Talk to her,” she urged.

But Cereza was already asleep, drained. Veda stepped out and found Dom in the hallway.

“Stay away until she’s ready to speak to you,” she told him gently.

“Did you know?” Dom asked.

“About them? Yes. About you and Jakob being brothers? No.”

Dom nodded, the weight of the new revelation settling on his shoulders.

Their quiet was broken by Luke stepping in, tension lingering on his features.

“We need to talk,” he said to Veda.

“What? You want to accuse me of running away again?”

Luke sighed. “Don’t start that shit, Veda. I just want to talk.”

Dom raised his hands and walked away. “Love.”

“What do you want to talk about, husband?” Veda asked, voice cool.

“Well, wife,” Luke said, his sarcasm matching hers. “What’s your plan after we rescue our daughter? Are you sticking around?”

Veda paused. The question was simple. But the answer wasn’t.

“I don’t think that’s wise,” she said finally.

Luke didn’t respond at first. He just stared at her, his jaw clenched, the lines of worry across his forehead deepening. Veda’s answer, soft as it was, hit him like a punch to the gut. She had always been the wild one, the runner, the one who never unpacked her bags no matter how long she stayed. And yet, he had hoped. Hoped that having a daughter, a family, might change her. Ground her.

But there she was. Veda, still impossible to pin down, still looking for exits even when the door was wide open.

“Why?” he finally asked.

Veda looked past him, toward the window where the orange light of sunset was beginning to spill across the floor. She didn’t want to answer, but the silence demanded it.

“Because I don’t trust myself to stay,” she said. “Every time I’ve tried... something breaks. Or I break it.”

Luke stepped closer. “We have a daughter, Veda. That’s not something you just walk away from.”

“I know,” she whispered, and that whisper was more painful than a scream. “But I need to find the part of me that won’t run. Right now, she’s gone.”

Luke looked away, trying to temper the storm inside him. He wanted to grab her and shake her into sense. But more than that, he wanted her to choose them on her own, not out of guilt, not out of fear. Out of love.

“We’ll talk later,” he said, his voice low, strained.

Veda nodded. They both knew later might never come.

Back in the common room, the team was finalizing details. The rescue mission for Samantha was their shared focus, a goal that burned bright and unwavering.

Cereza had woken and was seated at the long table, eyes swollen but expression hard. Her grief had not dulled her fire, it had refined it. When she spoke, her words were sharp, decisive.

“We hit them fast and clean,” she said. “In and out. No warning. No chances for them to move her.”

Victor looked at her with something close to pride. Kailani sat silently, hands folded, while Lola and Pascacio whispered prayers in the corner.

Ramsey stood at her computer, screens casting a cool blue light on her face. “I’ve got coordinates. Dante’s operation is buried in an old fortress off the coast of Sardinia. He’s fortified, but not impenetrable.”

Dom crossed his arms, leaning forward. “Then we hit tonight.”

“No,” Cereza said. “We leave tonight. We hit at sunrise. Maximum light, better visibility. We take our advantage and amplify it.”

Dom nodded slowly. It was clear now why Jakob had loved her.

Veda placed a hand on Cereza’s shoulder. “You sure you’re ready for this?”

Cereza didn’t flinch. “This isn’t about being ready. This is about doing what has to be done.”

Veda watched her sister, a pang of admiration mixed with sorrow stirring in her chest. They had both been forged in chaos, but Cereza had found something, someone to anchor her. And now, that someone was gone.

Later that night, Veda sat alone on the back porch, staring out into the darkened jungle. The hum of crickets filled the silence. Her thoughts wandered back to childhood, to the rare moments of laughter with Cereza, to the nights they held hands under the covers during thunderstorms, whispering secrets like promises.

She heard footsteps behind her and didn’t have to turn to know who it was.

“You don’t sleep much, do you?” Dom asked, settling into the chair beside her.

Veda smirked faintly. “Neither do you.”

He chuckled, nodding. “Too much noise in my head.”

“Same.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the peace between them easy, unspoken. Veda turned to him.

“She really loved him.”

Dom nodded slowly. “He was a good man. Complicated... but good.”

“She lost a part of herself today.”

“She’s strong,” Dom said. “She’ll survive.”

Veda looked down at her hands, laced her fingers. “We’ve all lost something, haven’t we?”

“Yeah,” Dom said softly. “But we fight to hold on to what’s left.”

Part One

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Part Three

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I see the vision

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dominic toretto at the end of fast x

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Día Internacional para la Tolerancia

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26 DE NOVIEMBRE DE 2024 Día Internacional para la Tolerancia POR: VÍCTOR MANUEL REYES FERRIZ El pasado sábado 16 de noviembre, a nivel mundial, conmemoramos el 28 aniversario de la institución del “Día Internacional para la Tolerancia” por parte de la Asamblea General de la Organización de las Naciones Unidas que fue aprobado mediante la resolución A/RES/51/95; sin embargo, esto fue producto de…

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me and my collection of female characters cursed by the narrative

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The Story is Almost Over

The Fast and the Furious (2001)

2 Fast 2 Furious (2003)

The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift (2006)

Fast & Furious (2009)

Fast Five (2011)

Fast & Furious 6 (2013)

Furious 7 (2015)

The Fate of the Furious (2017)

Fast & Furious Presents: Hobbs & Shaw (2019)

F9: The Fast Saga (2021)

Fast X (2023)

Fast & Furious Presents: Hobbs & Reyes (TBA)

Fast X Part 2 (Upcoming in 2026)

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Omni!! I didn't know you posted this!! 🤗🤗🤗 I'm so happy to see you back!!

You know exactly which request I'll be asking first 😉😉

Fast and Furious Requests

Hello!

For anyone new to the FFF (Fast and Furious Franchise), I have taken story requests for FF and Hobbs & Shaw, either platonic or ships

So, feel free to drop some requests in my inbox!

Ships: Dom/Letty, Hobbs/Shaw, Roman/Owen Shaw, Ramsey/Hattie Shaw, etc

Headcanons

Questions

Theories

If you wanna talk Fast and Furious, I'm your person!

(Just know that I am still working until the end of the month, so my posting will be erratic. Sorry!)

I can't wait to see what you guys are thinking!

- Omni

[may-bonne]

fast & furious ships on ao3 - statistical dump

i have no idea if anyone else finds this interesting, but i have graphs!

big brian/dom resurgence in 2023, which i'm guessing comes more from the old films coming to international netflix than from the fast x release (since you can see that f9 barely slowed the drop in 2021). in general, there was an explosion of fic in 2023, and i think that'll continue into 2024.

the hobbs/shaw juggernaut is pretty firmly on the decline after outpacing brian/dom for four years straight, but maybe a sequel will turn that around.

the dom/letty and mia/brian trends follow each other pretty closely, which i think is unsurprising. there's a mia/brian bump in 2011 from fast five, but dom/letty's been the dominant het ship since 2016. i'm expecting a big dom/letty surge in 2024.

letty/mia's been on the rise in the last two years, but 83% of that fic is by me. tragically, i don't think it'll stay the second-most-popular ship in 2024 unless someone else starts writing it, since realistically, i can only put out about 40 letty/mia fics per year.

mia/vince had an absolute banner year in 2023, which is kind of funny to me.

hobbs/shaw never made that much of a dent, basically; brian/dom is really (unsurprisingly) the dominant ship.

letty/mia doesn't show up as a secondary ship to dom/brian very often, even though you would think that would make sense. a lot of the time, letty's dead or mia's back in LA, which might explain it.

for whatever reason (one prolific author, maybe?), brian/vince fic without brian/dom peaked in 2017.

the het ships (excepting han/gisele) are almost always secondary - although there are about a hundred fics tagged with both mia/brian and dom/letty but not dom/brian that aren't shown here. mia/vince doesn't have a single otp:true fic on ao3. dom/letty and mia/brian peaked pretty much when you'd expect: 2009 and 2011, with the fourth and fifth movies.

letty/mia's been the second-most-popular otp:true ship for the last two years, but unfortunately, 98% of that fic is by me.

i do track the poly ships too, but they're so inconsistently tagged that it's pretty hard to visualize any trends.

anyway, invest in brian/dom and dom/letty, hold your letty/mia and mia/brian, and dump your hobbs/shaw if you haven't already! i thought aimes/reyes might become a hobbs/shaw-style secondary juggernaut, but it really hasn't taken off the way i was expecting.

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Fast & Furious: The Mother

Luke Hobbs x OC

Summary: An assassin comes out of hiding to rescue her daughter, whom she left earlier in life.

Fast & Furious presents The Mother: Family runs deep. Vengeance runs deeper.

Part Three

Sardinia

The next morning came fast, tearing through the veil of night like a bullet through silence. The sky, still reluctant to wake, stretched out in a canvas of bleeding pink and burnished gold. The cargo plane cut through it with purpose, engines humming like the throat of some dormant beast stirred into motion. Inside, the team sat in heavy silence, strapped in and suited up, every breath thick with anticipation.

No one spoke. Even Roman, whose humor usually crackled like static before every mission, seemed subdued, his jokes thinned into silence. He glanced once at Veda, caught her steady, unreadable expression, and looked away.

They flew toward Sardinia, an ancient outcrop that rose from the Mediterranean like a titan’s crown. From the air, it appeared defiant, a bastion sculpted from cliff and salt, cradling secrets in its jagged embrace. The island’s northern edge was where Dante had built his hideout if such a word could describe the fortress etched into the very stone, as if it had been there since the world began. Narrow roads twisted like veins around the cliffs, disappearing into shadows that no satellite could penetrate.

Sensors ringed the perimeter like silent sentries. Armed mercenaries patrolled like ghosts. From this height, the structure looked impenetrable, a slab of history armed for war.

But at the back of the plane, Veda stood still, eyes fixed on the cliffs far below. Where others saw danger, she saw a crack in the armor. She saw opportunity.

Her voice came over the comms, quiet but certain: “We drop now.”

“Copy that,” came Ramsey’s reply, sharp and sure through the headset.

The ramp opened with a hiss, revealing the yawning sky beyond. One by one, they jumped. The wind met them like a scream, ripping past their gear, tugging at parachutes, howling in their ears. Below, dawn broke across the cliffs in molten waves, gilding the rock in fire.

Veda hit the ground first, rolled with a grunt, and came up crouched, her weapon already drawn, eyes scanning. Behind her, the team dropped in quick succession—Victor landing hard and rising faster, Dom and Letty flanking to cover the ridge, and Cereza landing with silent precision, already assessing. Her eyes were colder than the air.

They moved as one, a machine of muscle, mind, and vengeance. The first wave of guards didn’t even have time to call for help. Steel whispered through throats, guns coughed quietly, bones snapped under practiced hands. The team flowed through the perimeter like ink spilled through cracks—fluid, dark, unstoppable.

Inside, the fortress breathed cold and old. Stone walls pressed in from every side, thick with centuries of forgotten blood and battles fought in shadows. The air smelled of rust and gunpowder. Flickering lights danced along narrow corridors, casting their reflections on the marble floor like ripples on a grave.

Here, Veda took the lead, her steps measured and quiet. Her hand was steady, but inside, her pulse battered her ribs like a drum. Every corner was a question. Every echo a threat. But she moved forward, never faltering.

In a chamber carved into the bedrock itself, they found her.

Samantha.

The girl sat bound but upright, eyes wide, wrists raw. Her hair had grown longer since the last photo Veda had seen, and she looked thinner. But she was breathing. She was alive.

Veda’s legs buckled, just for a moment and just long enough for the grief to nearly take her down. But then she moved. The knife in her hand sliced through the ropes. Arms wrapped around the girl’s body, pulling her close, crushing her to her chest as if she could press her back into safety.

“Mom?” Samantha’s voice was a breath, fragile and disbelieving.

“I’m here,” Veda whispered against her forehead, her voice cracking. “I’m here now.”

It could’ve ended there. Should’ve, in a fairer world.

But fate rarely gives clean escapes.

Gunfire exploded behind them, sharp and relentless. Bullets pinged off stone, voices roared. The team was under attack. Dante had arrived.

In the chaos, Veda turned to Ramsey, pushing Samantha toward him. “Get her out. Now.”

Ramsey hesitated only a second, then nodded, yanking the girl toward the exit.

Across the chamber, Cereza’s eyes locked onto the figure moving through the smoke—tall, armored, his mouth curled in a sneer carved from cruelty.

Dante.

He raised his weapon but didn’t fire. There was recognition in his eyes—no fear, but a grudging respect. He saw her coming.

Cereza ran.

She moved like a storm unchained. Her blades flashed, catching light and fire in every swing. Dante met her charge with brutal grace. Their clash was thunder and fury, a brawl born from graves and guilt. He was strong, his blows sharp and trained. But she was faster, and something darker coiled inside her, something hot and hollow.

Grief gave her wings.

She struck him again, slicing across his ribs. He grunted, turned, and caught her wrist but she twisted, drove the other blade into his gut. Blood poured in black ribbons. He gasped.

“Jakob...” he choked, his voice splintered.

“Say his name again,” Cereza spat, twisting the blade deeper.

He crumpled, breath rattling from his lungs. The war he’d started ended there, in silence.

Outside, helicopters thundered in like war drums. The extraction had arrived. Veda stood in the wind, watching Ramsey lift Samantha into the belly of the chopper. Cereza joined her, hands stained red, eyes locked somewhere far away.

“He’s gone,” she said, barely audible. “Jakob’s avenged.”

“But not forgotten,” Veda replied, voice firm.

The rotors beat against the sky like wings of a giant bird, wind slamming into the cliffside in erratic bursts. The smell of oil, sweat, and gunpowder hung thick in the air. The remaining team members moved swiftly, covering every angle as they retreated toward the landing zone. The ground trembled beneath their boots not from fear, but from the fading echo of violence.

Ramsey was already inside the first helicopter, arms wrapped tightly around Samantha as if shielding her from even the sky. Veda climbed in beside them, her fingers brushing her daughter’s hair, her mind still half-caught in the chamber below. The weight of what had just occurred pressed heavy on her chest but she could breathe now. Samantha was safe.

Across the platform, Cereza stood in the doorway of the second helicopter. Her silhouette was cut clean against the morning sun, blood drying on her shirt, a blade still clenched in her left hand. The wind tangled her hair across her face, but she didn’t move to brush it away. She was staring at the cliffs, at the place where Dante had fallen.

Veda caught her gaze through the whirling dust, a silent thread stretching between them. It held loss. And rage. But also peace.

The choppers lifted, wheels spinning free from stone. Below, Dante’s fortress grew smaller, swallowed by shadow and sea. Veda closed her eyes for just a moment, the engine’s rumble lulling her, her daughter’s breathing steady beside her.

The war, for now, was over.

Samoa

Back at the Hobbs compound, a strange kind of stillness took root. Not the cold emptiness of absence but the charged calm after a storm, when the ground is soaked and the trees are broken, but the sky has turned blue again.

Veda walked the familiar halls slowly, her boots soft against the polished floor. Samantha was asleep in one of the guest rooms, wrapped in blankets two sizes too big, her hand still curled in a fist even in rest. Ramsey had set up constant monitoring, and Luke had stationed guards outside the perimeter. No one spoke about the mission. Not yet.

Letty and Dom had left first, their work done. Victor followed soon after, citing other operations. Roman stayed a day longer, helping repair the surveillance room and even managing to make Samantha laugh once, a feat no one else had accomplished yet.

But it was Cereza’s departure that Veda dreaded most.

She found her in the back courtyard just after sunrise, where the morning mist still clung to the grass. Cereza was kneeling beside an open duffel bag, folding a black jacket with the precision of someone trying not to feel. Her movements were slow, deliberate. Her face was unreadable.

“You don’t have to go,” Veda said, standing a few feet away, voice low.

“I do,” Cereza replied without looking up. “There are too many ghosts here.”

Veda stepped closer. “You’ll come back?”

Cereza zipped the bag, then turned. Her eyes were tired, the kind of tired that no sleep could fix. But her smile was real, however faint. “You’ll always know where I am.”

They embraced tightly. Not like comrades. Like sisters.

Then Cereza bent and kissed Samantha’s forehead as the girl stood shyly in the hallway, watching. “Be good, little warrior.”

With one last glance, Cereza disappeared through the compound gates, swallowed by the morning fog.

The days passed in fragments. Veda didn’t leave. Not because she had nowhere else to go but because, for the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel the need to run.

She spent hours with Samantha, relearning her laugh, understanding her silences, watching the child slowly open again like a bruised flower returning to sunlight. The girl had seen too much, Veda knew that. But she was strong. Fierce, even in small moments. That fierceness would protect her.

One afternoon, as they walked through the garden, Samantha stopped suddenly, looking up at the sky. A bird soared high above the treetops—black against blue, wings spread wide.

“She told me stories,” Samantha said, her voice distant. “About You. About how you saved people.”

Veda knelt beside her. “Cereza?”

Samantha nodded. “She said you’re brave. That’s why you had to leave us, leave me.”

Veda swallowed and looked at her daughter and smiled through the ache. “I try to be. For you.”

Luke found her one night by the training ring, tossing a knife from hand to hand. The lights were dimmed, shadows long. She was barefoot, dressed in sweats, hair pulled back. But her eyes were sharp.

“You still leaving?” he asked.

Veda didn’t answer right away. She flipped the knife once more, caught it by the hilt, then turned.

“No,” she said. “Not yet.”

Luke nodded. He didn’t smile, but something in his expression softened. “You’ve got a place here. You always did.”

“I just needed to remember that.”

He turned to leave, then paused. “Cereza said something to me before she left. Said to make you remember you are family, that you have a family.”

Veda looked at the knife in her hand. “She’s the only one who understood what it’s like… to lose everything and still keep fighting.”

Luke tilted his head. “You two’re more alike than you think.”

“Maybe,” Veda said quietly. “But she’s not running. She’s searching.”

“And you?”

“I’m staying.”

Weeks passed. The compound grew quieter. Missions resumed. People came and went. But for Veda and Samantha, time slowed into something gentler. There were mornings with pancakes and cartoons. Afternoons of rebuilding muscle memory in the training yard, Samantha watching from the sidelines, cheering when Veda landed clean strikes on dummies twice her size.

There were nights filled with soft music, and sometimes silence, as they sat together and healed in the hush.

Every few days, a message arrived. Untraceable, encrypted. Always short.

From Cereza.

Still breathing.
Got eyes on something.
Tell the little warrior I miss her.

Veda always replied. Not with words, but with signals only Cereza would recognize. A rhythm. A phrase. A memory.

It was enough.

One morning, Samantha came to the dining room holding one of Veda’s old combat knives. She held it like it was a relic, her fingers curled around the worn handle.

“I want to learn,” she said.

Veda paused, then knelt in front of her. “Why?”

“So no one can ever take me again.”

Veda looked into her daughter’s eyes and saw her future staring back—one filled with fire and thorns and hard choices.

But she also saw strength.

“All right,” she said. “Let’s begin.”

Part Two

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BONES - Temperance Brennan, Seeley Booth, Zack Addy, Jack Hodgins, Camille Saroyan, James Aurbey, Lance Sweets, Wendell Bray, Finn Abernathy

CRIMINAL MINDS - Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi, Jason Gideon, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, Elle Greenaway

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Alright good people I have seen Fast X! Thoughts will be under the cut for spoilers. It gets pretty long.

First and foremost! I absolutely loved how the stakes managed to top F9; I didn’t think they could outdo going into space but they did it! Holy crap son!

Dante motherloving Reyes! At first I was gonna say that is all but that will not do him justice. Dante is hands down the best freaking villain this franchise ever had. Jason Momoa understood the assignment and cemented himself a fav. My dude was so hammy and absolutely took over every scene he was in. And his villainy, the way he deconstructed the power of family, how he got everyone on his side? *Chef’s kiss*

Aimes, this dude. I will give the writing for this dude props. When you go into the Fast movies you usually expect whatever government person (like Brian, Hobbs, Palindrome in Spy Racers) to side with Dom and his crew. This dude did not, deadass pulled a Riley and I should’ve peeped he was a bad guy the moment he vehemently said he hates barbeques and family. Who hurt you dude? Anyhoo when he shot down the plane with Tej, Ramsey, Han, and Roman had me sit up in the movie theater. I later burst out laughing after finding out the guy who plays Aimes also played Aquaman on Smallville.

Speaking of Roman; that dude finally got some character development! The plane scene with him and Tej almost (mind you almost) made me scream in the movie theater. I honestly did not think that he would, I was to used to homeboy being just mostly comic relief.

We need to talk about Jakob. You do NOT give me fun uncle Jake and then do THAT. Nope, no, that’s just disrespectful. In a series known for bringing back dead people he better had, I don’t care how convoluted, lived.

So ngl I was surfing Google on my phone and got spoiled TWICE OVER about Gisele and Luke. Honestly I shouldn’t be surprised about Gisele because like I just said regarding Jakob, people don’t truly die in this franchise. Also if Owen can somehow survive what happened to him, Gisele can survive being shot and falling out of that hummer on to the tarmac. The Rock coming back? Now that was a surprise. Because of the infamous hostility between him and Vin Diesel, I really didn’t see him coming back. Maybe to do Hobbs and Shaw 2 but that’s it.

I remember back in like 2013/2014 there was mentioning of a female lead Fast movie. With the way this movie was set up I can now see the players for this. You got Letty, Gisele, Cipher (as the obviously token evil teammate), possibly Tess and possibly Isabel for this team. I also say bring in Ms. Nowhere from Spy Racers due to the fact that one of the Agency members who declined to go after Dom was a female. It could’ve been her and it would make a nice connection with Spy Racers.

Anyway I am definitely waiting for Fast 11 because I need to see how this all ends. That cliffhanger they left us with? Had me on the edge of my seat. There’s really no one possibly save for Hobbs who can help them and he’s somewhere else. Ramsey and the crew are severely injured, Letty is in Antarctica while Cipher, Jakob’s possibly dead, and Mia is...somewhere. Deckard is off to help his mother. The stakes have truly been raised for the coming end of this franchise.