all five of the wives are together. they’re not supposed to be sexual beings, not independently, not without joe there watching/participating, but they definitely are despite the chastity belts. dag & cheedo’s fingers are thin enough to slip between the teeth. most of the time, though, it’s kissing, nonsexual touch, comfort.
dag & cheedo are primary partners, and toast is closer to them than to capable or angharad. after the movie, dag and cheedo share a bed and a room all to themselves. toast has a room nearby. sometimes she sleeps with them, sometimes she doesn’t.
angharad & capable are primary partners. after angharad dies, capable latches onto nux partially out of a desire to fill that hole of shock and grief, partially out of pity, partially out of the novelty of a man so different from the ones she’s known, and partially out of a desire to take something that used to belong wholeheartedly to joe and make it her own. (after the movie, dag & cheedo make it very clear that she is always welcome in their bed. capable doesn’t take them up on the offer, very much. it always feels like an intrusion. reminds her too much of what she has paid to gain this freedom.)
slit has a MASSIVE hatecrush on nux. nux is physically weaker and a hell of a lot sicker than slit; if slit really wanted to drive he could absolutely just beat the shit out of nux and take his car. instead he’s got all these FEELINGS that are CONFUSING and that PISSES HIM OFF because he likes nux in pain but he hates other people hurting nux, he likes reminding nux that he’s a failure but he hates seeing nux fail. he just wants to FIGHT HIM A LOT but he doesn’t want to win he wants nux to FIGHT BACK JUST AS HARD but alas, nux doesn’t really have a hateful bone in his body.
think abt it kids. angharad meets another woman who is scarred-up and short-haired and powerful and decidedly NOT splendid, and she’s everything angharad wishes she could be, and she’s all mysterious and shit, even miss giddy doesn’t know her whole story and miss giddy knows everyone’s whole story. angharad absolutely looks up to furiosa and daydreams about kissing her strong shoulders and wants to be her and do her at the same time. (she would’ve cut off her arm, if she had the tools; she would’ve cut off her hair, if she didn’t know that would get her and all the others punished beyond imagination. joe loves her hair.)
*intensely defensive nux voice* OKAY LOOK IT STARTED WITH NUX ADMIRING THE WAR RIG, OKAY, THAT’S ALL, IT’S A FUCKIN’ MASTERPIECE OF DEFENSIVE METALWORK AND RAW HORSEPOWER AND IT’S A SYMBOL OF THE IMMORTAN’S GREATNESS, HE’S DREAMED OF DRIVING IT EVER SINCE HE LEARNED HOW TO DRIVE, BUT OF COURSE THE IMPERATOR’S ALWAYS AROUND THE RIG AND YOU CAN’T… YOU CAN’T JUST NOT NOTICE THE IMPERATOR, THE WAY SHE MOVES ALL EASY LOPING GRACE, DIRECTLY OPPOSITE OF EVERYONE ELSE’S RESTLESS MANIC ENERGY, OH GLORY DON’T TELL ANYBODY SHE’LL FIND OUT SOMEHOW AND THEN SHE’LL HAVE HIM STRUNG UP FOR IT
if you think the valkyrie can’t walk off a hit & run then get outta my face she totally can. things are shaky between her and furiosa, back at the citadel. so much has changed in both of them since they were young and everything was easy and abundant, greenery and water and love, but they still fit together. they make it fit. they fill each other’s empty spaces and tend each other’s scars and learn about each day they missed in each other’s lives, one by one, even the days they’ve forgotten. it’s worth fixing.
things are shaky between him and furiosa, back at the citadel. they’re both so cagey, their first instinct is always to skitter away from any touch like a feral creature and it has to be suppressed, and it can’t always be suppressed, but they understand that about each other. max can’t stay in one place for more than a few weeks or he’ll shake out of his skin. furiosa can’t stop moving in her own way, too; she can’t have a leisurely meal with the ex-Wives, the new Lieutenants, she can’t curl around valkyrie and just breathe in the scent of her skin. max slips away in the middle of the night to disappear in the wastelands for another month or two and she knows he’ll return when he’s ready. furiosa slips away in the middle of the night to tune up her prosthetic arm or check on the sick and injured or work on her rig and he knows she’ll return when she’s ready. and it’s that kind of steady, inexplicable, undeniable knowledge that makes it work between them, in the end.
reblogging this for polyshipping day because holy living hell i think this is the most poly i have ever shipped in a single piece of fiction????
Still gonna need that Max/Furiosa/Valkyrie OT3 story. (Furiosa is the least experienced in this relationship, but that’s OK because they are going to catch her up)
I don’t ship much but this is hilarious. :D
(actually, maybe I never shipped much because I wasn’t in a fandom? Huh.)
OH MY GOD. THIS IS, LIKE, SHIPPING ON A WHOLE NEW LEVEL.
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