.:Malade Francoeur:.The following fan-fiction contains spoilers for the end of A Monster in Paris. This is a Francoeur/Lucille fiction, rated PG for mild suspense..:Malade Francoeur:.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ever since the return of Francoeur, everything around Paris had changed. The Rare Bird exploded in popularity, many people from all around France wanting to see and hear the amazing being that was the giant flea. He accepted the attention very well; though he was still overly protected by his friends. Very rarely did they allow anyone to photograph Francoeur, though they did sell pictures of him as post-cards and fliers.
Tonight, like many other nights previous, the cabaret show was due to start any minute. Lucille wriggled into her tiny white dress, while her aunt sat back, prepared with the harness that held the singer's angelic wings into place. "There!" The plump woman said sweetly, pressing the curved sections on the hidden harness a bit more onto her niece's shoulders to make sure they were secured into place.
That EyepatchHaving been 'repaired', or rather, patched up, by the medical staff on the Nemesis, Breakdown found himself less than pleased with the work. He ached inside and out; his chest still had a thick scar where it had been split in two. And all that could be done for his missing optic was a piece of dark metal bolted into place to cover the socket.That Eyepatch3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
“We don't have spare parts like that,” Knockout drawled out in an uncaring manner, flicking one wrist. He seemed more interested in getting a new coat of enamel on himself rather than putting any real effort into the repairs of his bot-shield. “This isn't a chop shop, you know.” He added, walking past the large blue mech with an air of superiority. The one-eyed jokes had already run thin, Knockout had used all of them he could think of in just the short time it had taken to put in the shoddy repairs.
Breakdown groaned lowly, shifting himself off the elevated repair table. He pushed away the Eradicons who had been attemp
.:Transformers Prime: Rogue Bounty:..:Transformers Prime: Rogue Bounty:.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The following is a fan-written passage designed to read like an episode of Transformers: Prime. It introduces new characters and a possible arc for later on. It is also designed to fit into the current canon story of the series. This "episode" would take place between "Operation: Bumblebee Part 2" and before "Armada". This is an example for a type of commission fiction I am open for.
Proximity censors blaring, Ratchet was the first on the scene to see that Special Agent Fowler had landed atop the Autobot's base. It was nearly three in the morning, human time. Normally the Autobots were taking their rest at this time, though Arcee was out on patrol. Pulling themselves with much haste from their resting berths, at first thinking that the Decepticons may have found their hideout.
Alas, it was instead a rather furious looking Agent Fowler, though for once he didn't seem to be placing blame on the Autobots. Instead, he said nothing, his breath coming out in heavy pants.
One Spark is all it takesEverything was quiet on the Electro house flat. Thomas was curled up with a snoozing Guy-Manuel, his fingers idly tangled in the recharge cord of his partner's. A sudden break in the silence caused Thomas to tilted his helm up from the television, confused.One Spark is all it takes4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Helm buzzing, the robot took a moment to register what he had just heard and was now seeing crackling violently our their window over the city. A roll of thunder was all he needed to suddenly be in a panic.
with one swoop of his arm, he yanked Guy-Manuel's recharge cable from his helm, his visor and audio units flashing an alarming red. He went to vocalize as he made the swift action, and a moment later that same arm recoiled back to grasp the wire plugged into his own circuits.
He heard the second wave of thunder and his arm had just reached halfway backwards when the lightning struck and surged the power. It was a brief instance of flickering lights for everyone else on the block, but Thomas' frame arched and attempted
Cable ConnectionThe walls vibrated heavily with techno beats, and the floor glimmered in crisscrossed patterns of purple, green, and red. Many people were moving their bodies in weird funky ways, trying to match their movements with that of the song.Cable Connection4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But these were no ordinary people. They were androids, robots, metal-men, whatever you like to call it... Man's last great creation (gift) to the world before being wiped off the planet for good.
The robots had no idea why they were built, what their sole purpose was in life, so they educated themselves with old human films. They watch films that showed human cops, weddings, children, actors, musicians, etc.
So motivated by the films the robots attempted to pursue the "original" roles once held by mankind, and soon there were robot weddings and robot cops.
And robot segregation...
It wasn't necessary, no not at all, and it wasn't influenced by films... Well, maybe just a little... However, rules were posted to keep the two types of robots away from each o
You Are YouThomas smiled warmly as he gazed at his lover - spent, but otherwise faintly smiling back at him. Guy-Manuel shook, his eyes locking with Thomas's, sweat trickling down his neck; his hands situated near Thomas's shoulders, helping the elder keep his balance as he lay on top of the younger.You Are You4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You're beautiful, Guy," Thomas whispered, lifting up and kissing both of Guy's cheeks. Leaning back down, Thomas chuckled as he saw the elder man's cheeks tinge pink.
Guy smiled even more, and he leaned his face down to kiss his friend, which Thomas happily obliged. The kiss wasn't rushed, and both seemed to sigh into the other's mouth.
Pulling apart for air, Thomas felt something tickling the corner of his mouth. He quickly caught the object and instantly tugged it away from his mouth.
"Ow!" Guy yelped.
Thomas blinked sheepishly as he realized the object was really a strand of Guy's hair that must have fallen on him when they had kissed.
Guy-Manuel sat up; his knees bent ar
The Night After the Concert P1Title: The Night After the Concert Part 1The Night After the Concert P14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pairing: Thomas/Guy-Manuel as humans
Rating: PG (for this chapter, NC-17 for the whole fic)
Summary: The duo goes to their hotel after a day full of work. Guy-Manuel just wants to relax, but Thomas keeps teasing him. After a quick conversation Thomas goes to take a shower while is partner thinks about the usefulness of their helmets.
It was late at night. The hotel floor was empty except of two people dressed in black, wearing robot-like helmets. The one with the golden helmet was pacing quickly through the corridor, while the other one
Dealing with the AftermathGuy-Manuel's systems slowly began to come online, his visual display pixilation clearing up. Shifting, his systems purred as he felt Thomas' form leaning on him.Dealing with the Aftermath4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Thomas? You awake?" He asked, tilting his helm to look at his larger companion. His helm was tilted oddly toward the window. Frowning a bit, Guy tenderly moved his hand to place it on Thomas' chest. "Thomas?" He repeated, leaning up against the silver robot's side.
Slowly, he took the mech's helm between his palms, holding his hand over his audios. In the back of his processor, he wondered why Thomas' helmet felt so cold to the touch. He turned Tom's face towards himself, "Thooomas?" He whispered, cooing curiously. It was odd that he wasn't online already, he never slept in.
Upon looking into his visor, Guy-Manuel recoiled in shock. Suddenly in a panic at the eerily dark visor, his hand moved to the front of his display, a rushed succession of notes rolling from him from his alarm.
"Thomas?!" He half screamed, his voice start