Pride and war drove Pharma to break his medical oaths, but a single choice made differently brought the consequences down on Tarn. He couldn’t be any happier. The Autobots still aren’t sure what to think about that.
Title: Amnesia
Warning: Nonconsensual medical procedure (within the context of war), definite dubcon as a result
Rating: R?
Continuity: MTMTE AU
Characters: Pharma, Tarn, Ambulon, First Aid, Prowl, Ratchet
Disclaimer: The theatre doesn’t own the script or actors.
Motivation (Prompt): FelixFellow made a gorgeous picture of Pharma kissing Tarn. I had to reason out how this could happen. Things got a bit out of my control.[* * * * *]
Part Two: “First Kiss”
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Part Three: ”Where were they their first time?”
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Part Four: “unable to meet each other’s optics”
[* * * * *][Part of the commission for DataGlitch — thank you!]
Tag: first aid
SpringerAid, FirstAid on heat :0 drabble?? please!
“More…more…more.” First Aid said with each up
thrust Springers spike jabbed into him. His mask was back and his face was
bright red, coolant speckling his cheeks as his heat was in full swing. He had pulled Springer right out from the hall
and slammed the supply room door behind them.He gave
Springer no time to say anything as he crushed their lips together, leading
them to walk through the closet and knock things of shelves as Springer pushed
First Aid up against a wall. Picking up the little medics legs, he placed them
on his hips and pressed his panel hard against him. It was boiling hot, and
Springer could feel lubricants trailing down his own legs as First Aids panel
was leaking more fluids than he had ever seen. He wasn’t surprised when First
Aid snapped it back instantly and begged him to frag him. His little white and
red valve swollen with need and only throbbing harder when Springer pressed
against it.
Posthole 