Honestly god bless this blog?? I hadn't watched Cars in ten years before this week and "I ship two characters from Cars" is a sentence I never thought I'd say and I don't even care these two are husbands. I just got hired at California Adventures Rollickin' Roadsters in Cars Land and I'm just wondering how I can act like it isn't canon in the films that my bosses are married.
This has been my OTP since I first watched Cars tbh. Even when I’m not actively in the fandom this is that one ship that always gets me 😩 and omg dude you have my dream job!!! You get to listen to Luigi sing all day ugh I’m so jealous. I haven’t even been to Cars Land since they had the giant beach balls.
I don’t even actually know the regular songs from the ride since I was hired after the soundtrack was changed to the Haul-o-ween overlay.But I LOVE the songs for Halloween. Especially Halloween Italiano and The Chop Top of Carsoli.
I can’t tell you how much more I want to go to Cars Land now that it’s in Halloween mode 😭 I absolutely adore Luigi’s singing and his and Guido’s costumes look so cute! They’re a matching pair 😍😍😍
Honestly god bless this blog?? I hadn't watched Cars in ten years before this week and "I ship two characters from Cars" is a sentence I never thought I'd say and I don't even care these two are husbands. I just got hired at California Adventures Rollickin' Roadsters in Cars Land and I'm just wondering how I can act like it isn't canon in the films that my bosses are married.
This has been my OTP since I first watched Cars tbh. Even when I’m not actively in the fandom this is that one ship that always gets me 😩 and omg dude you have my dream job!!! You get to listen to Luigi sing all day ugh I’m so jealous. I haven’t even been to Cars Land since they had the giant beach balls.
It begins when that bright-eyed lawyer manages to convince the townsfolk to make him fix the road, despite all of Doc’s protests.
He remembers feeling himself burn with rage as he stared in disbelief at her smug face. He quickly withdraws his offer to take her to dinner, and her bemused chuckle only fuels his anger more.
It feels like a small flame at first. A candle that has just been lit.
Her face annoys him because he knows he’s been tricked by those bright blue eyes.
When he haphazardly finishes the road in a little under an hour, he knows he’s done a terrible job. He knows she’ll be mad, and that only makes his own flame burn because she pisses him off so much.
She yells at him for it, of course, and he can’t help but feel a little disappointed in himself for making her so upset. But that’s silly. Why should he feel disappointed with himself because of her, out of all the cars in the world? He should be disappointed for not finishing the road sooner.
Doc tricks him and he’s forced to start from the beginning. Seeing her watching him from her office is terribly frustrating, and he takes it out on the cracked asphalt beneath him.
When she has the fire truck hose him down, he’s absolutely furious. The fire inside him is burning and he’s ready to yell at her when she asks him if he wants to stay in the motel. The flame dies down and flickers happily as he watches her embarrassedly back up into her office after he asks about her tattoo.
After that, the flame progressively begins to grow. Seeing her face, her smile, everything about her drives him crazy but not in the same way as before. When she takes him for a drive, he about loses his mind. It’s not a flame anymore, but a huge fire at this point. It consumes his entire being. He loses himself to it, allows himself to fall hard for this determined bright-eyed lawyer. A million Piston Cups could never make him burn in this way.
And when he sees her delighted grin after the reopening of Wheel Well, he realizes that she’s been lighting his way the entire time.
Sarge just about gets a heart attack when he sees dark smoke coming from Fillmore’s hut. It’s not the usual kind of white, misty clouds he’s used to seeing leaving the hippie’s window.
So rushes over without a second thought. He has a canister of water attached and bursts in the hut despite the fact that all he can see is darkness.
Fillmore is inside, but the idiot seems nonplussed. He’s calmly moving his belongings away from the fire in the middle of his hut as though it’s nothing out of the ordinary. Sarge wastes no time dumping the entirely of the canister onto the flame and it dies out with a small sizzle.
Fillmore hardly seems surprised. “Hey, Sarge.”
“Hey?” repeats Sarge furiously, and he wants nothing more than to punch the laid-back van. How stupid can someone be?
“That’s what I said. Hey.”
“You–I—Fillmore, why did you have a goddamn fire in the middle of your hut?”
“Hmmm. Candles caught on fire I guess. No big deal.”
“No big deal? You almost burned this place down! What if you got stuck? Nobody even knows what happened–”
“It’s alright, Sarge. I’m alright.” Grinning, the van drives over to the furious Jeep and nudges his tires. “Thanks for caring, man.”
“Don’t expect me to come save you again,” scoffs Sarge when he manages to get his bearings. He turns around sharply, and is surprised to see the entire town frantically making their way over. Red is about two seconds from hosing down the hut when Sarge shakes his head.
“It’s fine, everyone. Nothing to worry about.”
Fillmore comes out of his hut at sound of everyone’s concerned voices. He smiles at his friends–his family–and assures them that he’s alright and nobody is hurt.
Sarge glares at him before driving back to his home with a huff.
Fillmore makes a mental note to apologize to the Jeep later. He grins at the thought of what he’ll do to that grumpy set of lips to turn them upside down.
Guido realizes he’s royally screwed when he finds himself angrily stacking tires after seeing a baby blue Fiat kiss Luigi on the cheek.
He knows Luigi’s been seeing her and he knows that he should be happy for his best friend for finding love, but Guido can’t help but hate that blue Fiat with all his being.
It hits him that maybe it’s more than just platonic jealously tugging at his heartstrings.
He doesn’t understand why he feels so angry, why he’s enveloped in rage whenever he sees that blue car near Luigi.
Actually, no that’s a lie. He knows very well why he’s so upset.
But he won’t admit it. Not to himself and more importantly, not to Luigi. So instead, he puts on a happy face and pretends to support his best friend’s decision to pursue the blue Fiat. It’s only slightly offensive that of all the colors she had to be, it’s the same kind of blue as Guido.
Trust Luigi to pick a car who could torment him this much even without trying.
One particularly warm evening, Guido finds himself waiting impatiently inside Topolino’s Tire Shop. It’s almost two in the morning and Luigi still hasn’t returned home from his date. He knows he has no obligation to wait up for the yellow car, but he can’t bear the thought of sleeping while Luigi is out and about somewhere. What if the moron gets into an accident?
At a quarter after two, the front gate opens and Guido stiffens as Luigi attempts to quietly sneak in. The forklift clears his throat and Luigi jumps about a foot in the air.
“Guido!”
“You’re home late.”
“Ah…yes. The date went on longer than I thought….” Luigi trails off. He’s more than surprised to find that Guido has stayed up for him, and even more so to see that the forklift looks as though he wants to cry.
“Of course it did,” snaps Guido, suddenly very very upset. He storms out of the shop and books it. Vaguely, he can hear Luigi calling his name in the quiet evening but he doesn’t care. He simply speeds up and drives and drives and drives.
Eventually Guido ends up on a secluded cliff overlooking the town of Porto Corsa. This used to be his and Luigi’s favorite spot to hide when they were younger, but it’s been years since they’ve last been here.
Guido shivers at the cool air but has no intentions of returning back to the tire shop. He doesn’t think he can face Luigi after this. It’s painful to keep pretending that everything is okay between them even though it tears him inside whenever he sees Luigi with her.
“I knew you’d be here.”
Guido doesn’t turn around at the familiar voice.
He hears some shuffling behind him and the sound of branches crunching underneath tires. Then he feels warmth and slowly turns around.
Luigi’s managed to set up a small campfire and Guido is hit with nostalgia at the sight.
“Why are you upset, Guido? Did I do something? I’m sorry if I did,” Luigi begins quietly. He slowly approaches Guido, who hasn’t removed his gaze from the flickering flame. “You know I’d never do anything to purposely upset you, right?”
“Yes. I know,” Guido replies blankly. He doesn’t want to do this. He doesn’t want to lose Luigi.
“Then talk to me. What have I done to upset you?” When Guido doesn’t respond, Luigi lets out an annoyed groan. “Guido, please talk to me! We can’t make up if I don’t know why I did to upset you!”
“Her.”
“What?”
“Her. That–that woman–”
Silence.
Then…
“Are you jealous?”
Guido looks up sharply. His first instinct is to say “no!” but for some reason, he can’t admit it. Instead, he looks away and he hears Luigi let out a small sigh.
“It’s funny…she feels the same way about you.”
Luigi suddenly seems a lot closer. Guido feels a tire pressing against his own.
He turns to the side and Luigi is definitely closer than ever.
Guido’s eyes lock on Luigi’s lips and he can’t look away.
Not until Luigi kisses him that is.
And if that isn’t the most amazing, spectacular feeling in the world. It feels like he’s burning from inside, as though someone lit him aflame. He feels hotter than the small crackling fire beside them and it takes everything in him not to whine when Luigi finally pulls away.
“Guido…I…”
“How long?” Guido’s lips barely move.
“Since we met,” Luigi whispers gently and the forklift surges in for another kiss at his words. The blue Fiat is already forgotten, and she will definitely be heartbroken when Luigi stops coming by to take her on dates.
Luigi honestly feels bad about that, but with Guido kissing him like this, with the glow from the fire illuminating their connected forms under the moonlight, he can’t say that he regrets it one bit.
