𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 | 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯

➥ furiosa; vegetable

I make my way through the Citadel in search of Furiosa, who is doing a better job of leading the people than she gives herself credit for. I find her sat with the breeders, who, after their attempted escape, have formed a sort of family. They're deep in discussion and as usual they didn't invite me.

"The people are starved!" One of the girls shouts, though it's unclear who, as she calls from behind the others.

"You think I don't know that?" She paces, arms gesturing widely. I watch as she presses her hand to her forehead, a movement I've become familiar with when I manage to pry her from the others. Which is not often enough as I see the impression they leave on her.

"Well, considering you were well fed by the man who consistently raped us, I'm sure you never had to experience it." The dark skin and short hair inform me of the speaker. Her hair is longer than it was the last time I saw her, but her attitude and fierceness are the same.

"You were just as well fed as her Toast." I call from the doorway: causing all the women to turn to look at me. "If anything, one of you should have come to get me, to show you how starved we people are." I indicate to the village full of people I've grown up with. If they managed to live long enough for me to remember them.

"Y/N please baby -"

"We can grow stuff. Plants. And I bet even manage to keep animals alive at some point." I cut Furiosa off, avoiding her gloomy blue eyes that are full of guilt. I know that if I look at her, I'll either get an overwhelming urge to cry, a bubble rising in my throat.

"Have you seen the land Y/N? It sucks the water in." I meet Furiosa's gaze, her face clean of oil as well as her clothes. It's evident she hasn't driven anything in a while.

"That's where you're wrong." I argue.

"Who actually invited you here?" Toast gets right up in my face, her scent clean, unlike most of the people she vowed to protect and provide to. A hand collides with her shoulder as she's pushed away from me.

"Back the fuck up Toast. I've respected you up until now." Furiosa spits, standing slightly in front, but to my side. I place my hand on her hip. She turns to look at me and I simply smile. I turn back to the others who look unamused or (in Toast's case) hostile.

"As you can see." I reveal the small round vegetable, extracting it from my pocket. A small green stalk with a few leaves connected to the beige veg stands in the silence between every girl present. "I managed to grow potatoes, in the very earth you deemed it impossible to grow."

"I don't believe you."

"This is what the towns people are living off whilst you're all procrastinating up here." I mutter. Furiosa's head snaps to look at me. "We aren't selling them, simply handing them out. But our stock is sparse."

"I think this meeting today is concluded, you're all dismissed." She places the warm metal hand on my shoulder, refraining me from leaving as the others file out in stunned silence. Once gone she spins me to face her.

Her hands rest on my waist comfortably and I smile weakly at her. If anything I'm almost as exhausted as she is, the lack of nutrition I have becoming a problem as I choose to give my portions to the kids with a better chance of survival. The adults are more accepting of death down there than the higher ups would deem acceptable.

"How long do you have left?"

"You mean how long the amount of food we have will last?" She nods, desperation in her eyes. "A few months if we are careful." I place the potato in my pocket and wrap my arms around her waist. Her figure weighs down on mine.

"I'm so proud of you Furiosa, you're doing good." I whisper. She plants a kiss on my head.

"The only reason people are going to live is because of you and your vegetable." I laugh, placing a kiss to her lips.

"That's not true."

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A/N : Did I write a one-shot based on a potato? Yes. Will I ever do it again? Maybe. Am I losing my mind? Most definitely. 🥔