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Treasure of all war boys p.2

Pairing: Nux x oc

Summary: A girl is allowed to join the war boys after catching Immortan Joe's attention. After taking the time to get to know who they really are, she makes it her goal to make their lives at least a bit better.

Warnings: suggestive talk, gore (there's a dead body), depressive thoughts (just a tiny bit), argument

A/N: I don't know if anything I wrote about is cannon, I just wrote it how I interpreted it. With the help of the game and my favourite fanfic ^^. If I didn't separate this, it would be too long I think. So here's part 2!

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Weasel stuck by Nux after that night. Partly because she felt like she owed him for saving her life and partly because he was like an endless well full of information.

She realized that all this time she was so occupied with her thoughts, that she couldn't see, truly see, those around her. Luckily for her, Nux was very sociable and knew a lot about the war boy hierarchy.

She traded affection for information without him ever realizing and before they knew it, a beautiful friendship bloomed between them.

They were there for each other at all times. He held her close and whispered encouragements in her ear. She was there for him when he discovered his tumors, which he named Larry and Barry. Many nights she spent the whole night wiping sweat from his face when night fevers hit him. On those nights, she let him play with her hands and examine her scars, just to distract him from the pain he was in. He comforted her when others made fun of her third eye, reassured her that it doesn't make her any less fierce or intimidating. "If anything," he said "it makes you even more chrome."

When she felt ready and educated enough, she put her plan to action.

She started off easy, with the youngest pups. Some of them were barely three years old, scared and unknowing, just like she once was. She made sure to be kind to them, play with them, give them affection and sometimes sneak some leftover food for them. Soon, she had her own little army of little pups following her every step, learning everything from her.

This, in the end, helped everyone in the hierarchy. With the youngest cared for, the older, more important war boys, had one worry less.

She also made sure to spar with her peers, learn their names and exchange tips and advice on eachother's techniques, while the youngest observed from the sidelines.

At that point, the war boys acknowledged her existence and didn't put so much work on her, seeing as she became the selftitled mother hen.

But in the end, she always came back to Nux. During the day, when she'd focus on her goal, he spent his time with blackfingers, learning about cars and other machines.

And at night, they would hold eachother close and confess their dreams as well as their fears. They were so proud of one another and they often made it known.

And so they grew. Both of them became war boys and got their markings. Nux had markings on his lips, vertical lines that made him look more like a skeleton, to appear more intimidating and a whole V8 engine on his chest, to show his devotion to cars, machines and drivers, who he had become.

Weasel's markings were simpler. Two canines on her lower lip to represent her name and some details around her third eye, a fake eyebrow and some details on the eyelids, because everybody saw her as the one who watches over all, like a mother and like a friend.

That night, Weasel and Nux laid facing eachother, caressing their new marks with ghostly touches. It was at that moment something in their gazes changed, and even though they felt it, they didn't think much of it.

Now that Weasel was a war boy, she needed to up her game a bit. She still took care of the pups, but mainly teaching the older ones how to take care of the youngest, sometimes training with them in her spare time.

When she wasn't raiding, she challenged other war boys to friendly fights, befriending them in the process. She knew pretty much everyone and soon became a very strong and skilled fighter, often using her quick wit as an advantage and gained respect among young and old alike.

However, she often visited her friends in the Organic mechanic's shop and helped them from boredom or with their treatment.

All of this took a lot of her energy, but even so she still listened to Nux rambling about his day every night, lulled to sleep by his voice.

He didn't mind it at all. She told him what she was trying to do and when he thought about it, she was the only one to treat them like actual living beings. Not even they treated eachother like that. And maybe that's why everyone liked her so much.

Despite her daily activities, Weasel's official position in the army, the war boy hierarchy, was a lancer.

When on a raid, she stood on her perch behind the seats and did things the driver didn't have the time for, like looking out for enemies or protecting the car and the driver in it.

Although she and Nux were in the same pack, she wasn't his lancer. Nux found another friend, a war boy, strong and ambitious, it was no wonder Nux was drawn to him. His name was Slit.

Slit was Nux's lancer. However, unlike other drivers and lancers, these two almost always kept eachother company outside of raids. Some would say they could even be called friends. But Weasel had a knack that Slit would immediately disagree with that statement.

He was an interesting character to her and she liked observing the strange relationship Slit and her dear Nux had together. Slit wanted to be noticed by the Immortan himself, much like every other war boy, but Slit's desire rooted deeper than the rest's. And Nux admired that.

Something inside their souls linked them, creating a strong bond and even after all the years spent as their friend, Weasel found herself completely clueless as to where their bond originated, at times creating a massive tension between the two males.

Perhaps it was the thrill of challenging one another, because both of them were so unpredictable, searching in the other's eyes for their next move.

At the end of the day however, no matter how many times Slit said friendship was for weaklings, he didn't have anyone, and so they welcomed him every night onto their cuddle pile, with Nux holding Weasel and Slit laying haphazardly over them, war pups serving as a good blanket.

The silence in the desert, that used to be an ocean, was interrupted by the majestic roar of V8 engines, red dust thrown into every direction by spiked wheels.

Excited cheers of young war boys filled with bloodlust were just a tad quieter than the singing of their war vehicles. Their pack had been assigned this part of the Great white to be scavenged for parts and other useful items and they took their orders seriously. Well, as seriously as a bunch of young adults can.

So far, it was pretty mediocre. The pack haven't encountered any enemies, but no treasures were found either. For now, they just playfully raced eachother, trying to be faster than everyone else, to be the leader.

Their game was interrupted by the victorious yelling of a lancer on the currently leading car, announcing smoke on the horizon. And there it was, black like the night, signaling a possible car wreck. The drivers willed their machines to go faster and cheers errupted once again as they took off, speeding to their destination.

It seemed that no one got to the wreckage, because it didn't look taken apart. It couldn't have happened too long ago, the two cars that must've collided were emitting black smoke, one of the cars was even aflame.

The war boys knew they had to act quickly, a treasure such as this was bound to attract attention and so they got to work. Most of the pack started throwing sand at the burning car, while others, including Nux, Weasel and Slit, went to search through the other car. Slit went to see the engine, Nux climbed under the car and Weasel pulled open the damaged door to search the inside.

There weren't many useful things inside, a canister of guzzoline and last few drops of water in a flask, which she hid in her pants' pocket to share with her friends back at the Citadel, and a body of a dead man. With nothing better to do, she pulled him out of the wreck and looked him over.

He didn't have any ammo or weapons on him, but he sure as hell had nice clothes. A cool leather jacket, but Weasel didn't want it, it was too hot for that, she wasn't in need of new pants either...

Her eyes fell on the man's firm, brown boots. Weasel smirked to herself, she was going to look so chrome in those. Before she could even reach for the man's legs, a voice suddenly spoke over her shoulder "What'chu got there?" Nux asked, looking at the corpse with interest. "Nothing. 'S just a corpse." Weasel shrugged "But it has a cool jacket, if you want it."

But Nux's attention was on the same boots Weasel wanted, his thoughts not at all different from hers. He crouched down next to the deceased man's legs and undid the laces, before Weasel slapped his hands off, roughly pulling the boots off and cradling them to her chest "Hey, I saw them first! They're mine!" she barked out.

Nux only smirked to himself. Of course she'd want the boots too, they were very chrome after all and he didn't mind fighting a bit for them. "Oh really?" he cocked his head to the side, the smirk still present "Well, I'm a driver, so I deserve them more." and he reached towards her chest.

"And what would you need them for? Pushing pedals? Please, without lancers, you drivers would be dead! I at least need good boots to hold my ground!" Weasel retorted, jumping away from his prying hands.

At that point, everyone turned from whatever they were doing to watch the fight unfold.

Every time Nux tried to grab the boots, Weasel managed to jump away, which left him to chase her around the wrecks to everyone's amusement.

After a few attempts he finally managed to trip her. After she fell onto her stomach, boots still cradled to her chest and the wind knocked out of her lungs, he straddled her lower back, like all those years ago. Then he flipped her onto her back and slid lower so that he was straddling her hips.

Weasel knew that she was practically screwed and if she wanted to keep the boots, she had to stop Nux wrestling them out of her grasp. Her eyes locked to his own, which were set on the boots, sparkling with determination. His eyes were the prettiest blue she's ever seen, playful and deep down even kind. He was grinning at her from above and she found herself drawn to it, to his face, to him.

As if on instinct, her body sprung upwards, stopping centimeters away from his face. Nux felt it more than saw it, the wet sensation that made the time slow as she licked his cheek. Startled, he immediately jumped away from her, one hand placed over his cheek.

Weasel, too, stood up, looking at her friend worriedly. It seemed like she broke him and for a moment she wondered if she went too far. She internally shook her head. No, she just did what she had to, Nux would understand.

With one last and sort of apologetic look towards her confused friend, Weasel took off to her perch to hide.

After a moment of silence, chuckles sounded throughout the pack, increasing in volume, until every last war boy was laughing. Nux felt his cheeks redden and couldn't do anything but stand there like a rock. A heavy pat fell on his shoulder "Careful, before you get a stiffy." Slit smirked at him and slowly, still chuckling, everyone made their way to their vehicles.

Nux didn't join his pack in victorious cheers on the way back to the Citadel, instead he frowned the whole time.

On one hand, he was angry at Weasel. He thought they were just playing around with those boots, she didn't have to embarass him in front of the whole pack. That was not chrome at all.

But on the other hand, when he thought about the feeling that bloomed inside of him when she licked his cheek, he shuddered. But not with disgust, no, more with...longing. He didn't understand it, she made him look weak, why did he want it to happen again??

Weasel felt immense guilt swirl in her gut when they came back and Nux didn't even look at her, instead passing her like she wasn't there, with a frown on his face. Perhaps she did take it too far.

Her feelings even doubled after finding out that the boots were too big for her feet. From that moment she tried to search for him, to apologise, to make up, anything, because frankly, she missed him.

From that raid she rarely ever saw him anymore. During the day he was in the blackfinger's cave, but whenever she went there to visit him, it was as if he was never there.

He even stopped coming to the cuddle pile, spending his nights elsewhere. It worried Weasel. The thought of him suffering through the night fevers alone or worse, with someone else, scared her.

Of course, she couldn't just stop doing her job, so she went through her days, but with a heavy heart and dark thoughts of failure clouding her mind.

It seemed like this fight between the two affected the whole hierarchy. The mood in the caves wasn't busy and cheery like always, instead everyone felt gloomy and under the weather.

After maybe a week, everyone was so fed up, their only wish was for Nux and Weasel to just talk, or fight, it out, for they couldn't stand the tension in the air for a second longer. And so the older war boys made a plan.

Two of them went into Organic mechanic's shop, where Weasel was currently helping tend to wounded and grabbed her by the armpits, while two others did the same to Nux. Nobody interfered, on the contrary, an internal finally crossed everyone's tired minds.

The two of them were thrown into an empty garage, emptied specifically for this mission. Once they were both in the same place, the older war boys left with an accomplised feeling.

The two stared at eachother for a moment, before Nux got up and went for the exit, but Weasel grabbed his wrist. He whirled around, fury and frustration in his movements.

However, he immediately stilled and his eyes went wide when he saw the expression on his dear Weasel's face.

Her eyes held deep guilt, sorrow and desperation, lined with little drops of tears. The way she clung to him, as if she'd lose him if she'd let go, made him week at the knees and he cursed her for it.

But for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to be really angry with her. It was just something about seeing her face again that put him at ease, despite what he believed he should be feeling.

"Please don't go." she whispered, afraid of angering him even further. But Nux's anger was long gone now. "Don't cry." he tried to gently wipe the tears away, but all this was so new for them both, he didn't really know how to be gentle. But as his palm smeared the liquid around her eyes, more than dried them, little giggles escaped her mouth and he knew he did it right.

"I'm sorry." Weasel looked down after smiling at him, her apology raw and sincere. "You should be sorry. That was so mediocre of you." Nux frowned, but only jokingly. She nodded her head and whispered 'I know' in a barely there voice.

Seeing that she was still feeling down, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her flush against him.

They both froze, not only because they haven't held eachother for so long, but because of the new feeling it awoke in them.

There wasn't just the warmth, physical and emotional, they were used to, but a strange desire as well. As if something inside of them wanted to be closer together, closer than ever before, closer than what was even possible.

If Nux had to be honest, it was the same feeling he felt when she licked his cheek. He thought that maybe by distancing himself he'll get rid of those debilitating feelings, but no. The exact opposite happened, they grew and grew, but now they felt like they were multiplied and Nux just couldn't hold himself back anymore.

Pushing Weasel to the stone ground, he pressed his body on top of hers, legs tangled, hips pressed tightly against hers, pinning her into place, his hands grabbed her wrists and wouldn't let go. Not that she wanted him to.

None of them knew what they were doing, but they both wanted it more than anything in their whole half lives.

He pressed his forehead to hers, his eyes on her lips, parted, and he could hear her shallow breaths through them."You're gonna pay." he whispered and their lips collided in a hungry kiss.

Maybe they would've understood better if only someone would told them about love.

Featured concept art and production design sketches created for Mad Max: Fury Road

1.) A vision of the opening scenes where Max Rockatansky is ambushed and taken prisoner by a gang of War Boys as he is taken to The Citadel.

2.) A glimpse of the battle-ready War Rig rolling out of the Citadel and driven by Imperator Furiosa as she secretly smuggles the Five Wives hidden in the tanker's cargo hold.

3.) An early rendering of Coma the Doof Warrior whose job is to rouse Immortan Joe's army of War Boys by shredding industrial-strength rock music blasting from a massive wall of speakers attached aboard the Doof Wagon.

4.) A wide-angle view of Immortan Joe's war parties chasing Furiosa into the massive sandstorm containing deadly tornadoes and lightning.

5.) A drawing depicting the introduction of the Five Wives, namely: the Splendid Angharad, Capable, The Dag, Toast the Knowing, and Cheedo the Fragile. Note a major difference: in the initial production sketches, the Wives are seen without clothes while bathing after the sandstorm and even Furiosa is among them while just being topless. In the final cut of the film, we see that the Wives are covered in diaphanous white fabric even while hosing themselves down with water and removing their chastity belts and Furiosa is instead seen making repairs to the War Rig rather than joining the Wives during their cleansing session.

6.) A look at the passengers of the War Rig reacting to the violent onslaught brought upon them by Immortan Joe and his allies.

7.) An early design of Immortan Joe flanked by his loyal band of War Boys bathed in moonlight. The final look of Immortan Joe sees the antagonist sporting a full head of long white hair with his breathing apparatus simplified into that of a lower section of an animal skull covering his mouth. The War Boys seen in the film have also seen major changes from the original design concept; doing away with tribal tattoos, studded leather ensembles, and straggly strands of hair in favor of a look defined by distressed utilitarian pants and boots and shirtless upper bodies with their skin slathered in white paint/clay and sporting black grease around their eyes and foreheads, along with variations of grotesque body modifications.

The War Rig Family Returns Triumphant To The Citadel With Immortan Joe's Corpse

Things I Loved About This Scene:

The quiet tension of everyone in the Citadel seeing the Gigahorse driving towards the loading dock until Max steps out of the vehicle to reveal the mangled corpse of Immortan Joe and celebratory shit just got way too hella real.

Max just kicking Joe's corpse to the ground like it was yesterday's garbage and the Wretched just going apeshit tearing his dead body apart with unbridled joy knowing that their tormentor is confirmed gone to hell. That was such a fucking satisfying moment like I can't even.

The super cute War Pups just looking at Corpus Colossus and those boys deciding to just fuck it and let the vanquishers of Immortan Joe up on the loading dock at the behest of the Wretched, while the elder minions are just too shell-shocked at the death of their former leader to even react against the War Pups' actions.

I really loved the telescopic POV showing Capable, Toast, Cheedo, and The Dag emerging like ethereal post-apocalyptic warrior princesses from the Gigahorse and Max helping an injured but undefeated Furiosa out of the driver's cab and onto the hood of the monster truck. That was such a great shot of the War Rig Family and I imagine Angharad and Nux looking down on them with immense pride and joy knowing their sacrifice for their comrades didn't go in vain.

Major props at the inclusive attitude of the Wives as they happily pull up the citizens of the Citadel onto the loading dock to rise up with them. It really shows how they see the Wretched as their equals and that they want them to share the victory and freedom now that they are all free from Immortan Joe's tyranny.

I also loved how the Milking Mothers opened the floodgates to let the water flow free so that the citizens down below can truly savor a life-saving resource that was cruelly withheld from them under Joe's rule. Even though it was a wide shot, you can really sense the elation on the Milking Mothers' faces when they activated the waterfall mechanism because they know that everyone in the Citadel deserves to drink water and not something so barbaric as breast milk.

Obviously, it goes without saying that the silent exchange between Max and Furiosa―him from below and her up above―is an incredibly powerful moment which I absolutely adored. The audience just witnessed a tacit understanding and recognition of mutual respect between two similar people: fierce road warriors who are now bound not just by blood, but by their epic shared experience of defeating a post-apocalyptic dictator amidst intense action and dramatic events.

Very few movies contain a really memorable and highly emotional closing shot that encapsulates the exhilarating climax of a film, and I'm happy to see that this masterpiece has a perfect ending. Seeing Furiosa and the Wives looking down towards the audience as the loading dock slowly covers the screen to black was the glorious icing on top of an explosively delicious feminist action summer movie cake! Also: the Dag looked so adorable clutching the apothecary bag of seeds. You just know that she'll definitely make good use of the contents of that satchel and will honor the Keeper of the Seeds by planting her precious collection in the Citadel gardens in order to continue the eco-positive legacy of the Vuvalini.

I made a damn good mixtape for this specific moment in the movie if I do say so myself. Citadel liberated, Citadel victorious indeed! And for real, this movie deserves all the damn awards come awards season early next year otherwise outraged shit is going to hit the fandom's fan. Oscars, you have been warned.

"The light will shine through the rain And heaven will hear them call your name And home will feel like home again Corruption will fill your brain..." — The Weeknd

"Men have looked upon the desert as barren land, the free holding of whoever chose. But in fact, each hill and valley in it had a man who was its acknowledged owner and would quickly assert the right of his family or clan to it, against aggression." — Thomas Edward Lawrence