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Motorcity: Mucky Lake, one shot
Disclaimer: I do not own Motorcity or the listed characters, nor do I own this alternate universe which is owned by asktheburnersleaderandprogrammer Title: Mucky Lake Rating: M Summary: The Burners are down by the lake cooling off after a long week a fighting off Deluxe advances and the usual radical inconveniences that always seem to plague their lives as rebel nonconformists, but DJ doesn’t really feel like getting wet or dirty; not unless his boyfriend is involved at least Pairings: MikexChuck Warnings: Don’t read if you don’t like or are triggered by sex, foul language or dystopian societies Author’s Note: Part of a trade/collab/whateverthefuckyouwannacallit, some parts are kind of immature. This au, which is crazy=genius, in an au that belongs to @asktheburnersleaderandprogrammer in this au Chuck was raised by Duke and Babs, and is named Duke Junior, aka DJ/Chucks, and Mike was raised by Rayon
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Crossover between join me au, and crazy=genius au which belongs to @asktheburnersleaderandprogrammer
DJ (CG) feels like something is off about JM!Chucks appearance, and realizes: he needs a swank pair of sunglasses too!
JM!Chuck is a little frazzled because honestly he really, really wants to hate DJ because he despises the Duke, but can’t
Motorcity: Join Me, Chapter 18
Disclaimer: I do not own Motorcity or the listed characters Title: Join Me Rating: T+ Summary: AU, Chuck and Mike never met in Deluxe; Chuck is leader of the Burners and Mike is still Kane’s Commander. Despite being enemies, Chuck and Mike find themselves having feelings for each other, but are both too stubborn to leave their sides of Detroit. Pairings: MikexChuck, DutchxTennie, FoxyxClaire(implied) Warnings: Don’t read if you don’t like or are triggered by violence or dystopian societies Author’s Note: For the sake of the AU to work Chuck is OOC and some events have been slightly changed.
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18: Fear and Loathing in Vega.
“Chuck, you’ve gotta lay off the alcohol.”
“I’ll lay off when I’m dead.”
Dutch and Tennie watched from the safety of other side of the room as Jacob tried (unsuccessfully) to stop Chuck from drinking himself to the point of blackout for the fifth day in a row. Dutch had gotten his girlfriend caught up on the news she’d missed out on, having not visited in over a month.
“Wowwww…. Just wow, he’s been like this for almost a week?” Tennie inquired, watching the usually zany leader of the Burners behave so depressingly.
“Yup.” Dutch confirmed with a sad sigh.
“Him and Mike…?” Tennie whispered as so Chuck wouldn’t hear her.
“Yeah… I kinda suspected it to be honest… But, I didn’t think it would turn out like this. Them break up and turning Chuck into a wreck. I mean, I know no one feels good after getting dumped, but I didn’t expect this from Chuck.” Dutch admitted.
“Is he still… Functioning?” Tennie asked “As the leader, I mean.”
“Well he’s kind of taken the metaphorical, and literal, back seat on this. He hasn’t even touched Blonde Thunder since what happened, now for patrols he sits in the back seat of Nine Lives because he’s too inebriated or hungover to legally drive. Not to mention the other day when we had to rescue Texas from Kane, he didn’t even come because he didn’t want to be anywhere near Mike.” The African American man explained, exasperated. Now, to say he hadn’t experienced breakup would be a lie, but he never quite turned into the mess that Chuck currently was. On the same side of a slightly different coin though, unlike the blond burner, Dutch was actually developed emotionally. Chuck had the emotional development of a brick. A brick that flirted with people and used flirtatious antics to mask his actual insecurity and social detachment.
“That’s troubling.”
“It is.” Dutch agreed, crossing his arms. “The only promising thing is that he’s still capable of decrypting under the influence, he’s getting through the chunk of data we collected the other day.”
Tennie looked around and noticed something different “Say, where’s Julie?” She asked, double life or not Julie was usually present during the day.
Dutch shrugged with his hands in his pockets “I think she said something about a meeting with her boss.”
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Motorcity: Join me, chapter 17
Disclaimer: I do not own Motorcity or the listed characters Title: Join Me Rating: T+ Summary: AU, Chuck and Mike never met in Deluxe; Chuck is leader of the Burners and Mike is still Kane’s Commander. Despite being enemies, Chuck and Mike find themselves having feelings for each other, but are both too stubborn to leave their sides of Detroit. Pairings: MikexChuck, DutchxTennie Warnings: Don’t read if you don’t like or are triggered by violence or dystopian societies Author’s Note: For the sake of the AU to work Chuck is OOC and some events have been slightly changed.
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17: Texas Told’em
“TEXAS TOLD YOU NOT TO STICK YOUR DICK INTO EVIL.”
While Dutch, Jacob, R.O.T.H and Julie was stunned into silence, Texas did not miss a beat in yelling that, jumping out of his chair and grabbing Chuck by the collar of his shirt, the intimidating effect was unfortunately not lost by Texas’s inferior height.
“I-I-” Chuck stammered, the less bold aspect of his personality started to surface at his anxiety, he was cut off when the Stronghorn driver slammed him against the wall and drew his fist back to punch him. Chuck froze at the remembrance of the beating he’d gotten from Tooley that resulted in his artificial eye.
“Knock it off, Texas!” Julie snapped and grabbed the dark haired man’s fist, effectively stopped him as he was grounded slightly out of his angry state. Blinking, he absentmindedly dropped Chuck. The leader was still shaken, but fixed up his jacket anxiously nonetheless.
“Chuck… You’re not serious are you?” Dutch asked, looking to his robot companion before back to his programmer leader.
Damn the Duke, damn the duke right to the recycling bin of the netherworlds. “I’m… I’m serious.” Chuck confirmed, soft and morose.
“You’re… You’re DATING Mike Chilton?! Chuck, dude - he’s Kane’s right hand man!” Dutch near stammered.
“I’m aware, Dutch.” Chuck had his arms behind his back, as to silently and unseenly up the level of his fear inhibitor. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep a straight face.
“How… How did this happen?” Julie inquired, there was something else in her voice that Chuck couldn’t immediately pick up on.
“I… I… well…” The blond swallowed hard, “He… He sneaks down here because the freedom we have down here intrigues him- well, mostly the food and cars actually. One day a couple of months ago we were both at the same fast food place at the same time, and, we couldn’t fight with so many people around and instead had a conversation about loyalties and ideals… and, well…”
“Then you stuck your dick into evil?” Texas broke in when Chuck trailed off.
“…Bluntly, yes. We… Started dating soon after.” Chuck admitted, raising the level of his inhibitor to half-strength, the sclera in his natural eye became a rose shade.
“…Dude.” Was all Dutch could say, R.O.T.H was chirping something of similar meaning in his robot language.
“Guy’s… Guy’s I…” Chuck swallowed “I’m sorry, okay… I’m sorry; I knew it was wrong to lie and hide this from you. I know it’s wrong to feel this way about someone who’s our enemy.. But…”
“You can’t continue this relationship with Mike, Chuck.” Jacob half-consoled, half-scolded as he approached the younger man and gently touched his arm
Chuck got onto the defensive “You don’t understand - Mike’s different.” He himself wasn’t sure why, but he knew deep down Mike was different, he wasn’t the same as Kane, the other Kane soldiers or even Dutch’s brother. He just… was different. He just didn’t see the true corruption behind Kane’s execution of his ideals.
“You can’t have your loyalties divided like this Chuck.” Jacob argued back “Chilton still fights on the behalf of Deluxe, he’s a soldier and it’s a soldier’s job to follow their orders. He’s not just any soldier either, his orders come directly from Kane.”
Chuck’s expression twitched and then faltered, like a drooping leaf. In response Jakob placed a hand on his shoulder, sensing the distress he was beginning to fall into.
“I’m not heartless Chuck, I understand how both love and infatuation feel. And however strong the feelings you are you can’t balance the safety of Motorcity on them. Chilton is military official of Kane’s army, and he himself will eventually have to choose between you and Deluxe…. Settle this with him now, Chuck, or.. You can ‘t be a Burner anymore.”
His blood spiked with ice - not be a Burner anymore?! That was all he was! He dedicated absolutely everything for the cause of liberating Motorcity, for the cause of liberating people in general from the oppression of Kane. “You can’t be serious! Isn’t that a bit overkill?”
“It is not overkill, Chuck. If you were dating some random from Deluxe - hell, any /other/ soldier than this wouldn’t be a problem. But this is the commander we’re talking about… talk to him tonight, tell him he can either choose Deluxe, or choose you.”
This was some Disney plot inconvenience bullshit right here “So you’re trying to tell me either break up with my boyfriend or I’m booted out?”
“That… may be what’s best, Chuck.” Dutch drawled out slowly “I mean, this relationship between you and Chilton? It’s messed up. But… We can’t tell you how to feel, or who to feel for. Just… go find him, tell him to pick. You’ve been trying to recruit him forever so… I guess now’s your chance? We don’t want to lose you man.”
He kept frowning, he turned his fear inhibitor off, and realized he was actually quite close to tears but he didn’t want his team, especially Texas, to see it. “F-Fine… ” He stammered “I’ll… tell him to meet me at the charging ports, and I’ll ask him if he’s willing to leave Deluxe…”
“Do you want one of us to go with you?” Julie asked.
“No… It’s between me and him.”
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His radio really liked being as ironic with his life problems, because the song that came on once he was halfway to the charging ports was “I Hate this Part” by the Pussycat Dolls, a song and band from the time before dystopia. Chuck heavily sighed, he really could drive faster than five miles below the speed limit, but he was too nervous to confront Mike with this.
“You okay nerd?” Texas asked as his head appeared from the back seat.
“Not really- WHAT THE-?!” Chuck swerved and had to slam on the brakes to avoid hitting anything. Once parked temporarily, he twisted around to face his unexpected passenger “What are you doing here?!” He demanded and summoned his sling-shot for good measure.
Texas put his hands up defensively in the face up of the other Burners weapon “Hey hey put that thing away!”
“I told you I didn’t want to bring anyone with me!”
“I’m here as back-up to make sure he doesn’t attack you!”
“Texas I swear to-” Chuck inhaled deeply and pulled back, reminding himself to be the adult here. This wasn’t the first time Texas went against his orders after all, so he’d have to take this with a grain of salt, it was too late to take him back. “Fine, but when we get there stay in Blonde Thunder okay? Only come out if you see that I’m in danger, okay? Keep yourself hidden.”
“Roger that nerd.” And with that Texas ducked back into the junction between the front and back seat.
The song ended as Chuck pulled up to a spot near the charging ports, Mike was already there, mostly in uniform but he was wearing his Burners jacket rather than his uniform top, and his hands were resting in the pockets. When he spotted the approaching blond, he flashed him a smile.
A knot formed in Chuck’s throat and his legs grew heavier with each step. “H-Hey Mikey…”
“Hey Chuckles- you alright babe?” He asked, concerned as he noticed his usual confident partner was shaky and seemingly timid.
“I-I, u-u-uh-” Chuck began with a stammer, Mike had to grab his upper arms to keep him from falling over with how shaky he was; Chuck held onto him back and in his current state, instinctively hid his face between the shorter male’s neck and shoulder.
Confused but concerned, Mike drew his arms around the blond in return in an attempt to calm him down “Woah… is, something wrong?” He asked, kissing the back of his head.
Why did Mike have to make this harder by being so damn sweet?
“…Promise me to not be mad.”
“Excuse me?”
“Promise me!”
“I… I, I promise?” Mike agreed, albeit reluctantly. “Whatever it is… I want you to know, I… I love you.”
If you strained hard enough you could hear something akin to glass breaking in the distance. That was Chuck’s sanity. Of all times to tell him? Of all damn times?
Chuck looked up from his shoulder slightly “D-Do you mean that?” A hand stroked him back gently, making the whole situation even worse.
“Of course I do.” Chuck wasn’t exactly the most emotionally developed guy out there, but by the sound of Mike’s tone he knew that he meant it.
“…Itoldtheburners.”
“Huh?” The brunet inquired, Chuck had spoken too fast for him to quite catch what he had said, only really picking up ‘Burners’.
Chuck sucked in a breath, trying to internally stabilize himself as he continued to cling onto the pillar of strength that was Mike Chilton “I told the Burners.” He paused, then continued to clear the confusion “About us. I told them about us-” He started to ramble, starting with the incident with the Amazons and the Duke, and finished where they currently were, sans Texas being in the car.
Although Mike was very stiff, he continued to hold him in anyways “They… Know about us?”
“Mike I can’t keep doing this…” Chuck admitted, gripping the black fabric of his jacket, he noted Mike’s shocked and nearly horrified expression “Like this, I mean. I want to stay with you- because I l-love you too.” His voice started to lurch with his body, a sincere if somewhat forced confession he’d been saving for a less tense time “I can’t date the right-hand man of Kane, not when he’s the very person I’ve staged this rebellion against. Mike… the only way for us to stay together, is if you join me (1).”
There was a long silence, stretched farther than the eye could see.
“Chuck…” The shorter man began, his tone was soft but his hold on the other was growing limp, a bad sign “You know… You know I can’t do that.” Chuck pulled away from him, his eyes were streaming tears. Well, only his right eye was. His left eye wasn’t his real eye.
He wanted to be angry, he wanted to be upset. He wanted to scream at Mike all of Kane’s injustices and crimes against humanity. About the Terra’s. About Red and the fate of Red’s home. About how Kane had not only exiled him for trying to do the morally right thing, but had him beaten and taking his eye away. Back when he had been loyal to Deluxe and Kane, just like Mike.
He wanted so badly to be enraged.
But all he felt was mutual sorrow when his maya-blue eyes met Mike’s dark brown ones.
Of course he should have seen this coming. They had talked about this at the fast food restaurant all of those months ago, when their forbidden liason’s began. They were both loyal. Loyal to their respective causes, to their people. Mike was loyal to the people of Deluxe, he was a soldier and he served his people first. Chuck was loyal to Motorcity, to his people, and to their liberation.
He swiped his sleeve across his right eye “Well then… I guess this is where it ends.”
More silence, Mike stood there still. Chuck knew the other commander wasn’t heartless, that this was hurting him as much as it was hurting Chuck. He stayed silent. Up until Chuck turned to leave “Come back with me to Deluxe… I’ll put a word in for you.”
“You know I can’t do that Mike.”
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Texas was almost asleep when his leader finally returned - Chuck had opened the door fast and had slammed it closed equally as fast - the Stronghorn driver peered out and saw Chilton had exited through the charging ports. “So he said no? No surprise there nerd, you really know how to pick them.” Texas said, as he sat up.
“…” Chuck was silent and had his back turned to him as he sat in the driver’s seat, and started up Blonde Thunder.
“You’re better off without him anyways-” Texas was surprised when a sob ripped itself away from the other Burner, followed by shaky sniffles, but Chuck refused neither to turn back nor even cover his face with his hands to cover his most likely devastated expression “You, uh, you alright nerd?”
Chuck didn’t answer. Not to his question, not when the other man’s arms went around his shoulders and drew him in for an awkward bro-hug, not when his sniffles began dying down. Yet he realized, that maybe the painful choice was the right choice… because even though giving up Mike was painful, he could never give up the Burners… A the usually insensitive Texas providing him with comfort in his moment of weakness further vilified his resolve that they were his family. A weird, loud, sometimes dysfunctional, and chaotic family, but they were all he had.
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1: Don’t you just love it when the title of something appears in the dialogue.
No I’m not giving up this story, now that I’m out of Korea (I was there for work purposes) and back in the states with a… mostly, stable connection, I can go back to regularly writing. Thank you for your patience. There’s like… two to three chapters left.
OVER MY DEAD BODY!!! I MISS THEM!!! THE BOYFRIENDS!! LET THEM GET MARRY!!!
I wanna do a new thing [original found on Instagram]
So send in a ship + a letter and I’ll draw it up!
this is like the fifth motorcity doodle in 3 days, why is this happening.
this is the most fan art of anything I’ve done in like 8 years
I got a computer again BUT my tablet cable needs to be replaced.
I really wanted to draw some motorcitys tho so I did these with click & drag shapes, polyline…things.
Kane Co AU Chuck and Mike (Mike sometimes wear the cadet uniform... sometimes.)
I decided to make my own couple meme since I already finished the last one and I still want to draw more~ ^^
And as much as I love romantic scenes, I thought it would be great to include poses that would work well with characters who are just friends or those who don’t get along at all.
For those who want to try this out as well, please remember to just use the poses as references and not to trace/draw over them since that would be cheating! Obviously. lol
I love this AU!
About join me au
I'm still posting the fanfic "Motorcity: Join Me" to this blog, but I'm reblogging it to a side blog https://motorcityjoinme.tumblr.com/ to consolidate the fanfic in one place.
Motorcity: Join Me, chapter 14
Disclaimer: I do not own Motorcity or the listed characters Title: Join Me Rating: T+ Summary: AU, Chuck and Mike never met in Deluxe; Chuck is leader of the Burners and Mike is still a Kane’s Commander. Despite being enemies, Chuck and Mike find themselves having feelings for each other, but are both too stubborn to leave their sides of Detroit. Pairings: MikexChuck, DutchxTennie Warnings: Don’t read if you don’t like or are triggered by violence or dystopian societies Author’s Note: For the sake of the AU to work Chuck is OOC and some events have been slightly changed.
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14: Heterochromia
The morning was spent with Chuck desperately trying to keep his secret boyfriend quiet in his room while said boyfriend suffered from a massive hang-over. Mike had suffered headaches and migraines before, but had never been hung-over. It was almost sad that his first experience drinking involved getting completely sloshed and then waking up hung-over, just barely lucky enough to not be throwing up.
“I’m dying.” Mike groaned, his hands gripping his head as if it were an oversized pimple that needed to be popped.
“Oh settle down, you are not.” Chuck rolled his eyes “You’ve survived being hit by cars, being punched through solid polymers, and falling from high elevation. A little hangover won’t do you in.” In response Mike groaned painfully, in a rather melodramatic fashion. “This is what you get for not pacing yourself like I told you too.”
“Fuck you Chuck.”
“Not right now.” The blonde smirked at his play on words and managed to dodge being smacked.
A knock on the door shut Mike up “Yo, Chuck man we’re going on patrol. Feel like joining us?” He heard Dutch from the other side of the door, slightly muffled.
The hacktivist glanced down at Mike, who was still curled up miserably “N-Not today,” Chuck began, trying to make himself sound miserable and in pain “I-I drank too much last night and now I’m dying.”
He heard the mechanic groan at the response “Dude, you and those nerds…” He heard Dutch mutter, his voice getting softer indicating that he was walking off. Chuck let off a sigh of relief, grabbing a bottle of ibuprofen from his desk. Chuck didn’t believe in using medication unless if he had to, believing to relying on it compromised his immune system by making him dependent. But now was a good time to use some.
He shook the bottle and two small tablets fell into his palm “Open up Mike,.” he ordered gently, tapping Mike’s cheek. A groan sounding close to a whine rumbled from the others throat, but Chuck kept softly tapping his cheek until the other eventually complied and opened his mouth so he could drop the pills in “Don’t chew these, just swallow.”
Mike made a face as he dryly swallowed the pills “It is so typical of you to make me swallow.” The double-meaning must have been intended because Mike smirked despite his shut eyes, and Chucks freckled face flooded with a crimson hue.
“And here people tell me I have a one-track mind.” The blonde hacksaur muttered sarcastically, his gangly arms crossed over his chest, he stood up and stripped down to change into a fresh pair of clothes - being held captive by Mike in bed all night he hadn’t had a way to change into pajamas last night and had slept in his clothes.
He looked over his shoulder to make sure Mike was okay, or at least less bitchy, and rebooted his computer, he started up his security monitors and saw that the rest of H.Q. was clear thankfully, meaning everyone even Jacob had gone on patrol. Thank the almighty data processor in the sky.
“Come on Mikey, we’ll get you some coffee and a bite to eat, then get you out of here.” He wrapped his arms around the Commander and practically dragged him out of the bed.
“The painnnn.”
“Oh get over it you Deluxe baby, at least you aren’t vomiting your guts out.” With somewhat of a hassle he managed to drag his boyfriend to the kitchen and make him sit at one of the stools, luckily coffee was already made and there was a bag of bread out. He prepared Mike’s coffee - while Chuck preferred drinking his coffee black, and a pot at a time due to his tolerance to the effects of caffeine, Mike liked his coffee with cream and sugar dumped in it and could get wired on two mere cups.
“Thanks, babe.” Mike hummed when he was handed a large mug of coffee and a few slices of toast, and Chuck bit the inside of his cheek at the new pet name. The brunet worked slowly at consuming the makeshift breakfast, the hangover making him quite sluggish.
He left him be, he pulled a tarp off of the unnamed green car that the Burners kept as an emergency spare. It was the most versatile, but personally Chuck just didn’t prefer it. Whilst Mike was eating, Chuck was just going to check it’s part, as it has very rarely been used.
“Dude that car looks awesome.” He heard Mike say - his voice sounding wistful rather than whiny like it had been all morning, Chuck whipped his head over to look at his boyfriend, who was staring at the car in amazement as if he had never seen a car before. As if his goal as a Kane Co commander wasn’t to destroy all cars left in existence.
“This one?” Chuck tilted his head and looked back to the car - it was green, in excellent condition (due to top notch repairs by Dutch, and rarely being used in the first place) and had a cartoonish caricature of a small dog with big eyes spraypainted on the side. “This is just a spare we use in case of one of our own cars so broken down we can’t readily use it.”
“It look’s really cool.” Mike basically repeated what he’d already said before. This was one thing about Mike that both baffled and intrigued Chuck - when he first came down to Motorcity cars and the prospect of driving in one terrified him, it was a fear pill he still struggled to swallow to this day. Mike was the opposite, the dangerous death machines that he’d seen nothing but negative propaganda of his whole life, simply excited him. “Do you ever drive that?”
“Sometimes.” He shrugged.
“Is it fast?”
“It’s the fastest car actually. It just isn’t as good a fit for any of the Burners as our own cars are.” Chuck preferred diverse weaponry, and a lightweight frame to accentuate accuracy, even if it came at the sacrifice of speed and power. “I’m not a big fan of the color green anyways.”
“I think it looks sleek.”
“Maybe I should buy you a green jacket then.”
“But I like this one.” Mike pouted, pulling the ends of his orange-trimmed jacket closer together.
“Oh I know.” Chuck shrugged “If you like the car so much Mike maybe I should drive you home with it.”
“Can you!?”
“-I was just kidding. But uh, if you really want to.”
Mike stood up briefly before Chuck briskly rushed over and shoved him back to sitting “Finish your breakfast first.”
“But Chucccck I wanna ride in the green car.”
“Too bad. Finish your toast and coffee.”
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By the time the two finally went into the green Burner car, Mike was practically bouncing with anticipation. Seeing this type of hyperactive, almost childish excitement from the other boy made the edges of Chuck’s lips pull into a smile unwillingly.
“Buckle up.” Chuck told him, not waiting for a response or action he reached over and strapped the buckle for him - this seatbelt was different from the others, as it strapped from both sides with four diagonal straps and was designed in a manner similar to an octopus or squid. Slowly Chuck pulled out of H.Q; when he wasn’t on missions he would always adhere to traffic laws and speed limits, simply because due to missions he already had the Motorcity record for most traffic tickets. Most being unpaid because he had no job and the DMV didn’t always accept ‘community service’ as a method of payment.
“Can’t we go faster?”
“Mike if I get another traffic ticket Blonde Thunders gonna get repossessed, and believe me when I say I can’t afford to pay for it back now.” Or ever, because as he viewed it he would probably be an unemployed bum vigilante forever. His boyfriend pouted at that “Just relax as I take you back to the border, okay? At least I agreed to use this car instead of mine.”
“Maybe you should trach me how to drive, Chuckles.”
“…” Chuck fell silent as they came to a stop light, when the light turned green again he spoke as he started off again “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I like cars.” Mike liked cars. Mike Chilton, the commander of Deluxe’s military and second only to Abraham Kane himself, the man who hated cars and loved watching their destruction. Something akin to pride, close to arrogance, welled up in Chuck; he’d corrupted his precious Deluxe cinnamon roll into something even Jenzen probably wouldn’t be able to recognize.
He knew that the only thing keeping Mike from joining his side was his steadfast loyalty to Deluxe, and to Kane. He just didn’t see the cruelty and ruthlessness in Kane that Chuck had experienced first-hand. Remembering the beating he’d received from Tooley after the henchmen had been sicked on him courtesy of the tyrannical leader, Chuck’s left eye twitched. His boyfriend didn’t know this, but the Burner’s leader left eye was actually bionic. A fully functioning near replica of the eye he’d lost because of the horrible beating from Tooley. The only person who knew was Jacob, no one else could tell because of how real it looked, coupled with the fact that Chuck wore a contact over it to hide the metallic-silver coloring of the synthetic iris.
Liking cars was at least a start.
“Sure Mike, I’ll teach you how to drive. First lesson’s next time we meet up okay?”
“It’s a date.”
When he dropped the brunet off at the border, he was unaware he was being watched. And followed.
Some redesign motorcity AUs….. of mike and Chuck