AN; let's go baby... 2023 year of the car fuckers..
I decided to make this a longer one with parts bc the idea I have is toooo long to just make a one shot out of.. so... :P This is a shorter part btw, the others will probably be much longer! I just needed a lil set up<3
I haven't written in forever so .. forgive me for any mistakes or misspells I do be a weee dyslexic, but we persevere. I will be kinda bad until I get back into the groove so bare with me!
( also sort of an au where at the end of cars 3, instead of cruz beating storm, lightning did and basically just retired after to help Cruz tehe ok enjoy )
/ Reader uses fem pronouns / !
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Being the daughter of Lightning McQueen meant you immediately were born into the racing scene. Since you could walk, your mom, Sally, always took you to your father's races. You always were filled with excitement seeing your dad win, it inspired you - you wanted to follow in his footsteps.
You were 19 now, and for your birthday Lightning - now retired from racing and Cruz's new crew chief - passed his number down to you. You were the new 95, and you even got to race in his original car. You couldn't explain the excitement you felt in your chest, the day you began to carry on his legacy, to create new memories and friends.
Although, becoming 95 meant gaining his enemies as well.
Jackson Storm disappeared for a while after he got beat by Cruz, and various fans of him wondered where he went. Some say he moved out of country, and some speculated that he quit racing - but nobody truly knew. You wondered as well, although he was an asshole, you found him kinda cute.
You'd never admit that to your father, though.
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"Dad, I knooooow," you groaned, zipping up your race suit and grabbing your helmet.
"I know honey, I just wanna make sure you're prepared, it's tough out there on the track." Lightning sighed, a smile creeping onto his face.
"I've raced like, 1000 times, and I've won every time," you began with a smile, tying your (H/C) locks into a tight bun.
"Yeah, because you're related to ME." Lightning joked, as he followed you outside your trailer. You rolled your eyes playfully, before seeing your crew chief give you a glance that meant - 'get your ass out here, it's time'.
"Alright, I gotta go Dad." You smiled before opening your arms and embracing him in a hug. He kissed your forehead and grinned.
"I'm so proud of you, no matter what place you get, you'll always be my number one." He whispered, and you smiled warmly, hugging your dad tighter.
"No matter what place? Do you really think that low of me?" You stuck your tongue out, breaking the embrace to begin darting towards the garages.
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Approaching the indigo blue corvette, you sighed softly as you reached a hand out to touch it. It was beautiful, little bits of glitter hidden within the 95 symbol sparkled in the sun, and you were proud to not only carry out Lightning's legacy, but Doc Hudson's as well. Taking a moment to take it all in, your eyes shot open as your thoughts were suddenly interrupted.
"So you're the new Lightning McQueen everyone's been talking about?" A deep voice chimed from the garage entrance. You turned quickly to see a tall slender man dressed in a black racing suit staring at you. You nearly gasped, but held it back.
"Jackson Storm..?" You paused, taking a step forward to study the man. He had black wavy hair that framed his sculpted face, with grey eyes that bored into yours. His suit was decorated in accents of blue, a big 2.0 plastered on his chest. His arms were crossed, as he leaned against the wall.
"I thought you quit racing?" You questioned.
That comment made him scoff, a slight chuckle following. "Quit? You really think I'd quit over ONE loss?" He paused, before sighing deeply. "I figured McQueen was the one to quit, but he can never let his big ego go, can he?" He smirked, looking at the Rust-eze symbol on your chest. You frowned.
"No, he had to pass on his legacy, because the McQueen name can never die! Right?" Storm smiled cunningly.
"Shut up Jackson, you're just mad you got beat by an old man," You shot back, and he dropped his smile. The use of his first name caught him off guard, then he continued to roll his eyes.
"Whatever. I'll see you on the track, McQueen." He spat before turning and headed towards his garage. You let out a giggle of victory, a slight blush warming your face. He was suuuch an asshole but sooo cute. You played with your thoughts before snapping back to reality. "(Y/N) McQueen if you aren't on the track in 30 seconds I'm kicking your ass!" You heard your crew chief, Baron, yell out.
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Throwing on your helmet sock, you prepped yourself before the race. You looked around and noticed how truly big the crowd was. This was your first real race, and the anxiety slowly began to set in. You turned your head to see your parents and friends waving at you from the sidelines, and suddenly everything felt right.
Climbing into the corvette, your crew chief gave you some words of encouragement before leaving to his post. Slipping on your helmet, you felt the excitement hit you as your pit crew began to put up the window net. You looked to your right, and noticed Storm's car next to yours. He brushed a hand through his raven locks, turning his head to shoot a glare at you. He smiled wide before he slipped his helmet on, his cockiness was truly becoming annoying... or hotter.
With the crowd roaring, the radio buzzing in your ear, and the adrenaline rushing through your veins, The flag was waved, and the race began.
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Human! Cars x Reader | one-shots
FanfictionHi! there isn't a lot of writing in the cars fandom so I thought I'd made some! Will take requests!! : ), just comment who you'd like to see. None of the characters belong to me! (cover art is mine hehe)
