“Woah, are you crying man?” Fillmore asked Sarge as they came out of the town hall behind Cruz and her new bride.
“No.” He denied despite the wetness of his eyes.
“Would you like me to show him my surveillance footage to prove him wrong?” Holley teased, pulling up beside them with a hysterical Mater at her side.
“I always cry at weddings!” Mater bawled causing Sarge to back away in disgust at the display of feelings.
“Toughen up soldier!” he ordered. He started to drive away in the direction of The Wheel Well for the reception when something hit him in face.
“What in the name of- ” he cried out in shock. He was even more surprised when he realised that the thing which was now resting on his hood was the bouquet of flowers that Cruz had been holding a minute earlier. He looked around to find most of his friends looking at him barley contained amusement. Sally and Lightning were wearing matching smirks whilst Cruz smiled sheepishly as she tried not to laugh. Mater had gotten over his hysterics and was now boisterously wolf whistling against Holley’s half hearted attempts to quiet him. He felt a familiar feeling against his side and he glanced across to see Fillmore leaning into him.
“Fate’s trying to tell you something man.” he said suggestively.
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.
When Cruz had asked Lightning to drive her down the isle he hadn’t known what to say. He knew her own father had died many years ago and that she wasn’t particularly close to anyone in her family but he had still just assumed that she would have asked one of them. He never in a million years thought that she’d ask him, but all those months ago over her embarrassed gibbering he’d said yes.
Today he was once again speechless as she drove out of Ramon’s in a coat of white paint with a bouquet of cream and yellow flowers. She had never looked so young.
“How do I look?” She asked nervously.
“Beautiful.” Lightning smiled honestly.
She beamed back at him before they drove out of the parlour and towards the town hall. After Ramon sent her a wink of good look before he slipped inside to sit down and tell everyone that they’d arrived Cruz turned bashfully to Lightning.
“Are you sure you don’t mind walking me down the isle?”
He chuckled kindly. “Of course not. What father doesn’t want to drive their daughter down the isle.”
If possible she smiled even brighter than before and gave him a quick peck on the cheek as the doors opened to reveal the already tear marked faces of their friends and family as well as a starstruck Natalie Certain from the end of the isle who was looking at Cruz as though she had just seen angel.
“It’s so nice to finally have some quality time together” Holley said as she sat opposite her boyfriend in Gastov’s. They’d been skyping each other every week for the past year but it wasn’t the same as being together in person.
“It was sure dang lucky that you'se was on a mission the same time McQueen was racing here.”
“Lucky……” Holley said conspirituality. She looked up to see Mater staring at her. “What is it?”
“Nothing, I was just thinking how dem computer screens ain’t doing your beauty justice” Mater sighed. Holley couldn’t help but blush at his remarks, however before she could reply she heard a familiar sounding voice at a nearby table.
“Finn?” she wondered out loud and peeked around Mater to see her mentor sitting at the table across the room next to the three wheeled informant they met in their last mission here. She didn’t realise that they were that close to each other but from where they sat under the pale pink fairy lights it was clear that they were. She wasn’t aware of him taking any of his other associated out for dinner, especially such a high end one like this. In fact if she didn’t know any better she would have thought that they were on a……….oooohhhhhh.
“Hey look! It’s Tomber and Finn!” Finally noticing the pair. “let’s go over!”
“Mater don-” but the headstrong tow truck had already gone over to interrupt their dinner. Reluctantly Holley went over to join them.
“Hey Finn! Tomber!” Mater yelled earning a few disapproving glares from the surrounding diners. The pair in question looked up with brief displays of shock that were quickly hidden thanks to their profession.
“Hello Mater, what a surprise running into you here.” Finn trying to be polite. Tomber made no such attempts and was glaring at them for interrupting. Holley smiled sheepishly.
“Sorry for the interruption but Mater and I spotted you from our table and thought we’d come to say hello”
Tomber whispered in Finn’s ear who blushed.
“Yes well it was lovely seeing you both but me and Tomber had best be off.”
“See ya’ll later!” Mater called as the two left. He then turned to her. “I was gonna invite them for a double date later but a guess we don’t got no need now”
“Wait you knew they were together?” Holley asked in shock.
Mater gave her a confused look. “Well yeah, ain’t it obvious?”
Holley's mouth hung open dumbfoundedly as she watched her boyfriend head back to her table before it morphed into a loving smile.
To celebrate the release of Cars 3 I was hoping to do a Cars Shipping Appreciation Week so that people have the opportunity to show their love for their favourite ships.
Please reblog/like to show your interest in this event and comment whether you would prefer the week to take place on 24th-30th July or
30th July- 6th August. Whichever date gets the most comments will be the dates chosen so make sure you comment by reblogging, sending an ask or replying to the post for your decision to count. Thanks ❤️
In celebration of Cars 3 being released in cinemas, 30th July to 5th August will be Cars Shipping Appreciation Week as a fun way to celebrate your favourite pairings.
For each day of this week you can produce fan works of your favourite ships based on these prompts:
30th Day 1: Human au
31st Day 2: Fire
1st Day 3: First kiss
2nd Day 4: Paris
3rd Day 5: Wedding
4th Day 6: High School au
5th Day 7: Free day!
You do not have to do the same ship every day! You can do different ones!
Tag your works with #carsshippingappreciationweek in the top 5 tags and it will be reblogged by this blog. Alternatively you can submit it directly to this blog.
Any and all ships are welcome so spread the love and if you have any questions feel free to ask! ❤️
