Title: Kisses Mean Heartbreak
Author: Daisy
Fandom: Mad Max: Fury Road
Setting: Various
Pairing: Nux/Slit
Characters: Nux, Slit, Immortan Joe, Rictus Erectus, Max Rockatansky, Imperator Furiosa, The Dag, Toast The Knowing, Capable, Cheedo the Fragile, The Splendid Angharad, The Ace, Corpus Colossus, Morsov, The Coma-Doof Warrior, Others to be added
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: M (for later chapters)
Chapters: 1/100
Word Count: 764
Type of Work: Drabble/One-Shot Collection
Status: Incomplete
Warnings: AU - Canon Divergence, Headcanons Employed, Pre-Canon, Post-Canon, AU - Modern AU, More to be added
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Chapter Summary: 001. "Pull over. Let me drive for awhile."; There was no way that Slit's inability to drive could get them any more lost, right?
AN: I couldn't just let these prompts go. xD I have no idea how often these will get uploaded, but I can't stop paying $3 to go see Fury Road at the Palace Theater. I've seen it four times in 8 days… And I saw it again tonight. So, I'm going to write some precious, murderous boyfriends. Because I can't get over them. xD I'm operating under the idea that they made it out alive… But for this particular piece, it's pre-canon. Check the tags for each chapter, or as I update them.
Chapter One: If You Can't Drive Stick, You Can't Make War ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
They had been driving for far too long. Having been sent on a little scrap-run, they shouldn't have had to drive most of the day away, well into the night. Of course, when Nux and Slit put their minds to something, they hardly did it by half-measures. In fact, they poured all of themselves into the mission, no matter what it was; they had managed to snag and entire vehicle that had been abandoned, along with quite a few other pieces that the other revheads were going to go insane over. Bits and bobbles fit around and on the Lancer's perch, but eventually Slit had been pushed from it, too much stuff in the way, so he crowded the empty floorspace beside Nux, the rusted, twisted carcass of a car dragging behind them. Not only had that slowed them down, however, but they were so far from the Citadel that there was no way to see which way was home.
Nearly lighting everything a dim blue, the moon rose high in the sky above them, only signaling that they were beyond lost if they'd set out that morning. Catching a flutter of movement out of his ruined eye, the Lancer rose a brow and turned on the other, looking up at him from the floor.
Occasionally, he would tip his head to the side, baring Larry and Barry a bit more, before hissing in pain and shaking it out. If this didn't seem to fend off his exhaustion, he would close his eyes tight, nose scrunching and only making that wonderful scar look pooched and perfect. Slit had to force himself not to sigh in appreciation, but thankfully held it off until those eyes snapped back open with the intensity usually reserved for the excited music the Doof Warrior played. He'd seen these tricks a thousand times, when Nux would do whatever he could to stay up when he was working in the Temple; despite his valiant efforts, Slit usually had to carry his dead-to-the-world Driver to his bunk after he passed out, laid over an engine.
"Pull over." The roughness of his voice was somehow forsaken for a much more quiet version, though his slight lisp was still present. It seemed that just hearing something other than the whistle of wind through the windows and the roar and shriek of the engine piqued the younger man's interest long enough to drag his eyes off the road.
"What…?" Dazed and slightly lost, the driver didn't seem to understand the rather dramatic eyeroll that sent Slit's entire head in a near circle on his neck.
"I said pull over, numb nuts." He growled, voice picking up over a sudden sputter of disgruntled rage from the engine, "Or at least stop. I'll drive for a while, you need to sleep or we'll both die."
"If you drive, we'll both die. You can't drive stick." Sleep permeated his words, dragging them out and making the sluggish to leave; he very nearly didn't finish his sentence properly. A yawn broke them, then and he shook his head, "I got this, Slit, don't worry."
"You don't." Gruffed the elder man, who had taken to his knees and very firmly jabbed the other in the side. "You haven't eaten today, haven't had any Aqua Cola, haven't even stopped driving long enough to piss. Stop the fucking car and take a nap."
"Sli-" It seemed that the only decent amount of trying to change his lover's mind was none, because Nux barely had a chance to jam his foot on the brake pedal before a heavy hand smashed his head into the steering wheel. Nobody told Slit 'no' when it came to his partner's well-being; not even Nux, himself. Even with Nux traveling to the Organic's medbay every six days, it was always Slit who brought him, always Slit that made sure he was set up with a blood bag that wouldn't pansy him up, or kill him soft, always Slit to growl and huff and intimidate anyone who said that his driver was weak.
Once the car came to a hummed halt, the much larger man somehow managed to manhandle his smaller lover into his old spot, taking up the seat behind the wheel. Having to push the seat back a bit, he sighed slightly before shaking his head and grinning. Morning would come, eventually, and with it, hopefully, a rescue party that wouldn't get them even more hopelessly lost. At least, like this, the elder War Boy would be able to practice driving a stick without Nux's constant chatter.
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