#furiosa/praetorian jack

[peachestone]

The Ghost Of You.

✨Furyjack for my broken heart.

[nympsycho-ao3]

ok hear me out brainrotters... what if the blanket from this scene...

is also the blanket from this scene?

That blanket would be back at the Citadel, waiting for Jack's return which never came. I don't think it's unreasonable to think that Furiosa might have kept it for herself. She would be intensely connected to anything that reminds of her loved ones, I think. And she would have brought it with her for her journey home with the Wives.

[orangesnail]

Furiosa and Jack

[xoruffitup]

“What is this place to you?”

She forces her gaze away from the horizon. Her eyes land on the space between their boots, the even smaller space between their hands, resting at their sides.

Fear is no stranger to her, but this is fear of a new kind. It threatens to freeze her through, now with an end to her yearning at last in sight. She fears that if she takes a step towards it, it will all evaporate like a mirage, like the dream this must surely be. But if she takes a step away, she’s sure this threshold of possibility will be lost to her forever.

So she nudges the back of her hand against the back of Jack’s. To make sure this is real. It isn’t until she feels Jack’s calloused fingertips slide between hers that she lets the vault deep down in the heart of her unlock.

She looks up into his face when she says it: “Home.”

Or: The canon-divergent fic where Furiosa and Jack escape the wasteland to another, softer life.

[sistersgrimm13writes]

Chapter 6 is Live!

I just put chapter six of my FuryJack fix-it up on Ao3. If you want to check it out, you can find it here:

Summary:

Jack is the one who’s hurt this time and he needs more than Furiosa can provide alone. She is left to cut a deal with the Organic Mechanic in a desperate bid to keep him alive. Snippet - Her eyes drift over to Jack and she forces the panic and the what-ifs away, knowing that he doesn’t have time for her fear. Efficient and methodical, she slices away his jacket, knows that he’ll be pissed about it if he wakes again, and then cuts away his shirt until he is bare-chested. He barely wakes when she pours moonshine into the wound and packs it with gauze, though the fact that he groans and shifts at all gives her a small dash of hope. “You’re not allowed to die on me,” she growls against his slack cheek. “You fucking promised.”

[dragonmuse]

WIP Posted: a door firmly closed (1/?)

chapter 1 . Mad Max Series. Furiosa/Praetorian Jack. R.

While this is the prelude to 'through this place of love move', it can be read as a standalone.

The hand that no longer existed ached fiercely. Her head pounded and her stomach roiled. Yet if she focused, she could feel the rise and fall of his ribs under her hand. Right now, it was the heartbeat of the world. 

[manny-jacinto]

“The stars be with you.”

MAD MAX: FURY ROAD (2015) FURIOSA: A MAD MAX SAGA (2024)

[verified-villain-fxcker]

I’m gonna be thinking about them for the rest of my life.

[afuror]

Dementus I hate you

[fandomhype]

Sorry for the crappy quality but I needed to confirm that they do indeed say "My Jack" and "My Fury"

[peachestone]

You see how they fought for each other, this little army of two?

Where were they going, so full of hope?

There is no hope!

Not for them, not for you, certainly not for me!

Furyjack coping mechanism is just prolonging the suffering. ��

[meduseld]

Oh no. In addition to Furiosa calling him "my Jack", apparently he weakly replies "my Fury". Which beyond this being THEE dying declaration of love since it looks like there is no exit and they are at that point choosing to only see each other and ignoring their soon to be killers, leaning into each other and breathing each other's air....... my Fury.

Not just a nickname for Furiosa but. What she will be. She does become a Fury in the Erinyes sense who avenges his death and everything taken from her upon Dementus with Greek Myth levels of retribution, and it is Fury that drives her, a righteous grief that powers her to try to give the Wives a better fate.

[xoruffitup]

Home (What We Carry With Us)

(Note: This is a sequel to my fix-it fic A Green Place)

“What is this place to you?”

She forces her gaze away from the horizon. Her eyes land on the space between their boots, the even smaller space between their hands, resting at their sides.

Fear is no stranger to her, but this is fear of a new kind. It threatens to freeze her through, now with an end to her yearning at last in sight. She fears that if she takes a step towards it, it will all evaporate like a mirage, like the dream this must surely be. But if she takes a step away, she’s sure this threshold of possibility will be lost to her forever.

So she nudges the back of her hand against the back of Jack’s. To make sure this is real. It isn’t until she feels Jack’s calloused fingertips slide between hers that she lets the vault deep down in the heart of her unlock.

She looks up into his face when she says it: “Home.”

Or: The canon-divergent fic where Furiosa and Jack escape the wasteland to another, softer life.

[sistersgrimm13writes]

Chapter 4 is up!

As promised, the next chapter is up as of this morning! You can find it here:

Summary:

Things go wrong for Furiosa when they are forced by a sandstorm to spend a night in Gas Town. Turns out Dementus isn’t the only thing she has to fear in the Second Fortress of the Wasteland.

TW: heavily alluded to attempted sexual violence, so please be careful and don't read if that's going to be too much for you.

Snippet -

He knows, deep in his gut, that they can’t outrun the sandstorm he spotted on the horizon, no matter how efficient the War Boys are, but he tries for her. They’re still filling the first tanker of guzzolene when the winds pick up, throwing dust and grit into their eyes until it’s so thick they can’t see even a few inches in front of them. He pulls himself into the cab, shaking out the sand in his hair, after telling the War Boys to hunker down for a minute while they go over the game plan. “Can’t leave like this, too risky.” For a moment, he sees the feral animal in her eyes, the wide, crazed edge of a dog backed into a corner, ready to attack friend or enemy to escape, before she breathes once through her nose and it’s gone. She doesn’t nod, doesn’t move at all, but he sees her acceptance all the same, hates that it aches in his chest to deny her, even though there’s no other option.

[lithuvia]

I said it to my friends in the movie theater parking lot, and I'll say it again now:

Insane that there's only two fuckable men in the wasteland, and Furiosa managed to pull both of them.

[bitterbareface]

The phrase "purposeful savagery" won't leave me alone