𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 | charlize theron

furiosa; unanticipated

I fumble for the familiar warmth of her body in amongst the covers only to find it cold and barren. I'm hit with the disappointment that she's doing another supply run. Or rather that's what the Imperator, who is most likely sat high up in the Citadel dehydrating everyone, thinks she's doing.

I have been informed otherwise and warned multiple times to stay here until I can escape late at night if everything goes well.

The sun is just rising and a small crowd of a much lower class starts to gather, soon it will be much larger as they all wait, hope and pray for the water so sparsely given to them arrives. That their leader will be generous today. If I want to still be able to get out of here it has to be soon. I slip my mask and goggles around my neck, running to the garage.

I avoid anyone I see and make it to my car. I make sure I have a full tank of fuel and a pole for the polecat I won't be taking with me, before I slide into the driver's seat. There used to be a time where I couldn't drive, instead suspended above the vehicles. Luckily, Furiosa made note of this and took the time to teach me how to drive, of which turned into much more time spent with eachother.

I pull down my mask and take off, starting my venture into the desert, hoping to catch up with her swiftly. I fly through sand to the comfortable humming of the engine and dirt hitting the metal of the car. The silhouette of the Oil Rig comes into view. As if sensing me she changes direction, her crew start to decrease and I run over them for extra measure - bones crunching under the wheels.

When the last of them are gone I pull up close to the window, her metal arm reaches out, clasps to pole and pulls it from its restraints. I jam the pedal down before climbing out of the window and taking hold of her door. I kick my steering wheel and my car veers off to the left.

Climbing onto the roof and I retrieve the pole from her, replacing the broken, splintered pieces of wood her previous pole cats resided on. I hop back down into the truck and pull off my mask.

"If we go down-"

"We do it together Furiosa. You cannot convince me otherwise." I say, planting a kiss on her cheek. I stick my head underneath the truck, "You girls coming out of there or what?"

They stay completely silent and I shoot Furiosa a look that screams 'I can't believe you didn't tell them I'm not a threat'. She rolls her eyes at me and calls back to them.

"She's safe." After her confirmation they start streaming out and I help pull them up onto the seats. Toast shoots me a look of confusion, before something in her mind connects the dots and identifies me.

"You're Y/N L/N. Like the most well known polecat!"

"That would be me."

"Why are you helping us?" She further questions my motives, eyebrows furrowed, which in all honesty is well deserved as I was not part of the initial plan. In fact Furiosa wasn't sure I'd even make it here, essentially was relying on it to guarantee my 'safety'.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"It's because she's fucking Furiosa." The pregnant blonde whose name I don't recal snipes. The others look a little alarmed and look at us expectantly.

"Woah, I don't enjoy you talking about my love life." Furiosa muses from behind the wheel. I place my hand on her thigh and give it a squeeze, a small smile on my lips. She looks at me and kisses me swiftly. "Thank you." She whispers before concentrating on the road fully, dust flying at the window. Toast wolf whistles and I laugh.

We have a long few hours ahead of us, I think, as she entwined her fingers with mine on the gearstick and I grip my mask. A long few hours of possible death and injury. But if I can help it, no one will make it onto the vehicle and everyone on it will get out of this alive.

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A/N : I FINALLY POSTES ON MISS DEVIL Y'ALL!