#idw pharma x reader

[ikkosu]

BOUNDARIES

warnings : nudity. slight non-con. slightly suggestive(?) part of MDM (my darling medic verse)

PHARMA lacks a conceptual understanding of space. He might despise bursts of affectionate touches from his love little pet but if it is his turn to show off his streaks of intimacy you're in for a ride — any semblance or care to your own boundaries are disregarded.

Oh, you're working? Too bad he's got you on his lap, prying the reports off your brittle fingers. You've got twenty four hours in a day. You can do it later. No, he doesn't care if the deadline is today. You're to be disciplined about diligence and work productivity. That's on you.

It's not that he doesn't want to care, he's well-versed in the cultural differences between a Cybertronian's mindset to a human one in regards of nudity, he just needs more than a brush of your fingers against his own.

You're endearing just as you are amusing with the thing you call 'clothes' draping over your soft little body. In many of his cold days, he thinks about ripping the fabric to shreds. A fantasy of how you'd feel underneath that primitive fabric takes up much of his waking hours. However, the only thing stopping him for doing so is the fact that you'll reduce his beddings to the outside lawn with the dogs.

It's atrociously blasphemous! How dare he be restrained from touching his pet by a mere textile linen from worms? If anything, it was you who should be grateful he cared enough to press about the matter in the first place. To be graced by the touch of the best medics in Delphi.

Pharma glares at the chronometer.

It's ticking close to the end of his shift and a quick swivel to his datapad, it's clear he hasn't drawn up a single report. No, no, no. Whatever happened to diligence? He's getting frustrated. This thought. This feeling. It's distracting his work. He needs answers, quick. Even if in unethical terms he'll have to seek it.

After a lengthful day in Delphi, forbid he ever said it's 'quiet', he slinks Into your shared room — half a habsuite and a normal apartment, if that's even possible to describe — and his hearing processors perks upon the running splash of water. A snake-like grin curls the corner of his dermas. Perfect, he muses. He's just in time for your evening bath.

So again he's goes, off to concoct another of of his unruly experiments. Will it end well? No, probably not. But who cares.Why would you ever want to hide a body like that from him?

"Dear? Are you in there?" He calls out, turning the knob.

You're too busy belting off to that song again. Skyfall by 'Amdbele', or whatever.He should've smashed that jukebox the moment he laid his eyes on it. That four sided, two, three (?) inch of metal you call a 'phone' take sup too much of your time and it irritates him to no end.

Really, you are blind sometimes.

The door gives way with a pull and the warm mist of the bathroom prickles his face. Your figure is a haze amidst the mist and his optics shutters, adjusting to the dim, golden lighting of the bathroom. Then he halts with a harsh jolt. His wings flare up just as how his face does when he regards the nape of your neck down to your back, to your—

"My, my, oh my..." He mumbles with a raised brow.

"Pharma!?" You gave a girlish shriek and on instinct, whether it was reflex or reflux, you ploughed the cleaning sponge to his helm. It bounces off with a plink against the metal. The mech,however, lay undeterred.

Pharma regards your scrunched up face and your arms — he only now realized how slick and glistening your body was — clutching your chest and legs pressed together like that'll cover up your modesty.

Oh, and your hair is matted much like a wet, tattered cat freshly wrung from a bath. He's especially fascinated by the way the fat of your chest is pushed up, though. Two circular mounds of flesh. So soft and so snug. How, pretty.

Now that would make an interesting study.

On the other hand you're stunned. Speechless. You hadn't expect him to be home this early — usually he'd come by ten. But that doesn't matter, you're too speechless that all you could sputter was his name again and again, finding the familiar grip of his name.

And when you do it's another shout. "Pharma!"

"I heard you the first time, dear." He mumbles lazily, his optics drifted off to the side and lower a bit.

"You can't just barge in here anytime you want!"

"If I wasn't suppose to then why was it unlocked?" He stares, bemused, as you curl around the curtains to hide yourself further. He catches you eying the towel within reach of his arm on the sink.

"You should be careful next time you decide not to follow simple basic house rules."

Pharma begins stalking towards you, blatantly ignoring the towel on the sink. Forget the curtains, you push yourself up against the tile wall to prolong the distance between the mech and your bare body. He's got that stupid smug smile on his face and his servos are clenching and unclenching on an invisible stressball. Said stressball is about to be the mound of your flesh in a moment. But that's fine. You've got a plan. Come any closer and you'll jam a foot up his dick.

"That doesn't mean you can just—" You cut yourself short, feeling your face burn up. He's so handsomely irritating that the urge of throttle him dead overrides your prior chagrin. "I told you, you can't just come in here unannounced like that. I was naked, Pharma!"

"And?"

"What do you mean 'and' ?!"

"Depends." He shrugs, now a foot away "What's there to hide?"

" Everything! There's this thing called boundaries, you walking, talking piece of—" You feel something metal and cold groping the flesh of your ass and you're pulled flush against his chest.

"Oh, I would love to be educated on such matters, sweetheart." He's hunched over, helm craning down close to your own. You feel the ozone breath of his mouth prickling your face. "I can't even begin to comprehend the little evolutions of every miniscule organs you stock up that little body of yours."

"What's with you and organs?!"

"That aside. I have another inkling. I was quite curious why humans are so insistent on hiding their flesh from other humans..."

"And how's that working out for you, huh?" You bite back. He grins.

"My conclusion comes clear. I'd prefer it if you were to expose such delicacies to me and only me alone..." He purrs and, much to your chagrin, buries his face into the mound of flesh that is your chest

This bastard, I swear. Your face flares up and you try to pry away from his grip. He doesn't care, however, too focused with peppering kisses down your sternum and the crook of his nose trailing after. You feel yourself lowered until you're backed against the cold, unrelenting touch of the tile floor.

"Why must you hide this from me?" He's hovered above you now, casting a shadow over your face as his head blocks the light from the ceiling. "I think it's high time we should have ourselves a little bonding session, no?"

And on cue his modesty panel opens. You disregard the slick member pressing against your stomach and wrangled away from his body, braced your stance into a standing position and well, jammed a foot up his dick.

Safe to say, he won't be using the baby factory maker for a while.

[BONUS]

It's just another day at Delphi.

Ambulon stares, concerned as the CMO waddles from ward to ward with a grimace etched on his face.

"Pharma, you're limping." He speaks up eventually and the jet halts.

It felt like hours as he did a 180 swivel around. His face twitched, a forced grin and he grits out. "You don't think i know that?"

Ambulon stands his ground. After all, wounded doctors are a blemish to the system.

"I understand you might not need a helping hand. But you don't have to hide it. I'm well verse with the feeling as well." Ambulon trails off, glancing at his own prickled off paint job. "It's not something to be ashamed of. In fact, it just means your circuits are faring well."

Pharma blinks. Once. Then, twice. "Ambulon, my man. What in Primus's spark are you going on about?"

"Your joints." He seems equally puzzled. "Aren't they rusty?"

What returned, however, is a funny look.

[tinydefector]

Do you think cybertronians ever get a bit freaked out on how tough we are? Yes they can break us like toothpicks but humans seem to be able to take a good beating as well with adrenaline helping. Even our own body and oxygen trys kills us and yet we stick around like roaches. We're fragile in some reasonable and dumb ways and then resilient in the most dumbest ways.

Oh definitely, alot of the bots are very off put by how fragile humans are just in general and tend to avoid them.

But then there's the moments like Ratchet working a late shift and a small knock on the door alerts him someone's there, he turns around expecting it to be Rodimus or Whirl who he's about to scold but instead it's one of the humans and they look worse for wear. After fussing over them for a moment, detailed scans relay fractured ribs, a broken collar bone, and a heap of bruises and yet the humans just like. "Can I have some Panadol, Nurophen, and a glass of water?" Because they don't know what else to do its what they would get. Most of the times they ended up in the hospital. Ratchet is losing his God dawn mind as he rushes around looking for the best painkillers he can find for orgaincs in the smallest dosage he can give, hoping to primus it doesn't shut their heart down. In the end, they end up on a medication that makes them extremely drowsy, almost like the green whistle/ Weed.

Ratchet ends up doing alot of study on the human body and realises just how fucked up little monsters we are. We literally need oxygen to survive but he we have to much pure oxygen it will kill us. Water, we need a certain amount of it, if we don't have enough we will get dehydrated and die, if we have to much we will get water poisoning, intoxication, or a disruption of brain function. This happens when there's too much water in our cells, such as the brain and blood cells, causing them to swell. When the cells in the brain swell, they cause pressure in the brain, resulting in death. The issue is that it can become an addiction to drinking too much water for the effect it has on the body. Same with nearly everything we consume, it can kill us, but we need a lot of it in moderation.

Human: "I just need some basic pain killers and a nap"

Bot: "No, you need full surgery, sedations, and 3 weeks of recovery!"

Human: "nah she'll be fine!"

Bot: "Absolutely Not, bed now before I cuff you"

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Following that imagine a first contact AU where Cybertronians and humans are just slowly getting to know how the other works and next thing a human is kneeling over in horrific pain and it send the bots all into panic mode trying to help them, wondering what's happening and thinking they are dying. And the human after about ten minutes some pain killers still looking rather pale and unhealthy just go. "Sorry about that fuck I hate, Cramps/palpitations/ phantom pains/ and such" and the bots are just looking at them horrified like.

Bot: NOT NORMAL!!!"

Human: what you talking about?

Bot: everything that just happened you literally just short circuited!

Human: nah that's causal wait till you see the really funky shit.

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Human pet AU

Cybertronian's keeping humans as pets is like humans keeping hamsters. Humans are some of the most homicidal, suicidal and just deranged creatures that Cybertronian's could keep as pets. It's gotten to the point that they are a luxury/ exotic pet because if you do not feed them the right stuff, give them the right amount of light and socialising, and they will just die. There are so many Cybertronian's who take their human into clinics worried as and its just the human being a little bustard because they didn't get the treat they wanted 2 weeks ago and are still holding that grudge. Not to mention, we are prone to causing as much trouble and issue. We are like cats.

But we are also very easily sick and primus forbid a human gets sick because to a bot they think it's a death sentence for their sweet little spitfire of a human who they have had now for ages. And the human looks ready to die, and the next day, they are up and about like nothing ever happened.

Human: if you don't feed me the meals I want I'm going to pretend to die. If you do feed me what I want I might actually die because I shouldn't be eating it.

Panicked bot: "MY HUMAN HAS GOTTEN SICK. HELP!?!"

Human: totally worth it.

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In conclusion, the cybertronians are rather wary/ concerned about how resilient humans really are.

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I love reading dark fan-fiction about humans being abused and used by evil Cybertronians to whatever purpose they seem fit to put them into. Might be kinda weird but inspired me to do this so :3

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[robokisser2000]

Hello, can you do, Pharma x pregnant reader, which Pharma pampers his pregnant conjux, and you can also do Blurr x conjux reader, where Blurr begins pampering his sparkling newborn

Princess treatment:

Summary; your lover, Pharma, finally decides to pamper you. 

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Pharma’s been acting very,, different lately, being more caring and,, sweet, towards you. It took you off guard when he suddenly picked up what you dropped, not laughing at watching you struggle like last time.

Maybe he was finally considering you were caring for too now, and maybe laughing at you as you struggle to bend and pick up what slipped from your servos wasn’t very,, ‘nice’ of him.

Pharma struggles with his own issues, having to harvest T-cogs and transfer them in secret was no easy task, especially for someone who works solo, like him. But you appreciated the effort nonetheless, happy he isn’t finding joy in watching you struggle doing day to day things each cycle.

Pharma has even started trying PDA with you, which was new for someone like him. He was never one for physical affection, only ever kissing in the privacy of his medical bay. But then again maybe he got carried away last time, haven’t had seen you in so long he,, he missed you, a lot. And it resulted in a little make-up bonding, at least that’s the excuse he uses.

The pregnancy was sudden, a surprise to both of you, more for Pharma because well, he thought he was sterile. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, it’s just,, with the DJD in all, Pharma has his worries.

So he’s spending as much time as he can with you and his soon to be sparkling, wanting to at the very least leave a good image of him if something sudden happened.

Perhaps it’s why you two are doing this now,,

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You stood by and watched as Pharma focused on fixing up the berth, prepping it and fluffing up the silky pillows for you. It was a sweet gesture, really, your frames been aching ever since the added weight so,, this would be a good change of pace for you.

Your lover gently coaxed you to lay down, his servo softly cupping your helm as he held you close, steadily lowering you to rest in the silky and soft sheets of your shared berth. 

A soft sigh escaped your intake, now finally able to properly rest. Pharma sat above you, his servos planted on your thigh plates, rubbing half circles as he gently soothed you. Your legs were propped open by his waist, his hip struts keeping your legs in place as his servos slowly worked up to cup your breast plates.

They fit in the palm of his servo, with a grunt he rolled his digits, kneading into the soft and pliable metal, studying how much your frame changed from the carrying cycle.

Your derma would part with your soft moans, your optics shyly looking away as he kneaded your chassis, it’s been a while since Pharma last touched you, it really has..

Your optics flickered as he suddenly halted, instead slowly and lightly tracing his digits down your curvy frame, stopping at your legs.

Pharma shifted and leaned back, resting on his front as he was now faced with your interface panel. His touch leaving ripples and condensation in its wake, your frame was slowly heating up under his intense gaze. 

Pharma leaned in a bit, taking a whiff of your panel with a groan. His thumbs gently pulling your inner thighs malleable armor back a bit so he could get a better angle. 

The tip of his nose pressed against your hood as he leaned deeper, taking in your fertile scent. His breath was hot and heavy against your panel, making your frame shudder under the contact.

Pharma planted gentle kisses along your panels outlining, teasing and peppering kisses here and there, nibbling and leaving little metallic hickeys in his wake.

He changed his position and rested his arms under the back of your thighs, reaching around to hold you as he continued his trail of love-bites around your thighs and panel. 

With another grunt he pulled away, his sky blue optics focusing in on your flushed faceplate, your energon lines running hot and the sound of your spark being was audible through your chassis. 

Your servo dug into the silky sheets, watching him and waiting for his next move. Your panel was hot, but you wouldn’t open it until you knew for sure that’s what your conjunx was after. 

His digits reached and pulled at your thigh plates rubber like armor, exposing your panel more to him. with one last whiff he spoke, his voice gruff and heavy with thick tension and arousal; “open up, I’m starvin’ ere’.” It was husky and dripped in pure desire and want.

Without hesitating you went through with it, transforming the panel open with a soft ‘click’. Pharma was met with your mesh of soft rubber like flesh, it dribbled in arousal fluids and oils, lubricants coating it in a thin sheet. He watched your array pulse, your poor valve was swollen, puffy and wet from the lack of use.

He leaned forward again and instead took a breath, blowing cold air against your mesh of folds. A deep and raspy chuckle escaped his dermas as he felt you squirm in his tight embrace, the smell of your hormones only getting stronger in the small vicinity. 

Leaning in again he pressed his dermas against your valves wet lips, the tip of his nose digging into your exterior node from the sudden pressure. He planted gentle kisses against your valve, taking in the scent of your arousal and heady smell.

He opened his intake and took a long drag with his glossa, appreciatively watching as your frame arched and shuddered at the lick of his thick glossa. The metallic and rubber like muscle pressed flat against your valve, lapping up at your juices slowly but surely, he even made sure to flick his glossa against your exterior nodes, taking advantage of his knowledge of what exactly your frame reacts most too.

You jerked a bit, his glossa warm against your puffy valve, his hot breath only adding to the rooms thick tension with each drag of his. Each time his dermas and glossa pressed into your folds, a lewd squelch would resonate from the small vicinity. 

He used his middle and index digit to spread your valves folds further, deepening his sucking as he playfully flicked and nibbled on your node, clearly enjoying the way you’d shudder at the overwhelming contact. 

He hummed as he suckled on your node and dragged down to lick and kiss at the base of your fat valve, the vibrations only making you arch your back further into him, moans spewing out of your intake with each sinful drag of his against your folds.

Your abdomen tightened with built up charge at each flick of his glossa, his lewd sucking and nibbling only pushing you further over the edge. He hummed again and moved his thumb down to rub at your node, pressing and pinching it as he was determined to get you off. 

With one final flick of his glossa you overloaded, hard. Shivers wracking up your frame as he helped you through your high, gently holding you as your trans-fluid squirted and spewed all over his chin and intake. He greedily drank all you could give, taking one last drag of your valve before he pulled off with a wet ‘pop’.

His chin was covered in your fluids, they dribbled down his mouth and chin. His skillful glossa eagerly cleaning the mess, or at least, what he could reach of it. 

Once satisfied he leaned over you, being mindful of your swollen abdomen as he did. 

He quickly captured your lips, wanting to give you a taste of what he just devoured. The smell of your arousal was heavy in his breath, his breath hot and mixing with yours. Your glossa’s melted together, intermingling and dancing with one another.

He gently took your servos in his, taking away your breath in the process as he greedily sucked the tip of your glossa. Your taste heavy on his glossa, your built up saliva mixing and dribbling down both of your chins at the intense unity. 

He moaned into your mouth, reaching a servo down to rub at his groin panel, being very aroused from servicing you. With a huff he pulled away, tilting his fore-helm to rest against yours, Pharma solely focused on your beautiful optics.

The two of you caught your breath, your sparks beating with one another as you held each other close. Pharma knew he should give you a well deserved break, you’re gonna need it,, after all. 

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<3uhm- kinda smutty so, have this,,?

[starliights-shining]

Hello! Could you write some relationship headcanons for IDW Pharma and Sunder (separate) with a human s/o? Btw, nice writing and have a good day!

I tried by best, I don't really know Sunder or Pharma like that, SOOO if it feels a little OC-ish then thats why. ALL I DO KNOW IS THAT for a while and I mean like jsut a few minutes ago, I thought Sunder was a very cute yellow robot, UNTIL I WAS LIKE THEY ASKED FOR PHARMA WITH SUNDER, something isn't right. ANYWAYS, I hope this is what you were expecting and looking for, anyways ENJOY :)

Characters: IDW!Pharma and IDW!Sunder

Pharma

He likes you? like slightly likes you? Likes you little bit? Enough to get his spark going? Noooo it can't be! He's in denial, He doesn't want to believe he has caught feelings for such a small fragile person. He simply just doesn't belive it, and never will.

He's paid off a lot of people to get his way, so his first thought is you've been sent here by someone, to gather info or just be a spy. He is NOT vibing with the Spy S/O.

I feel like he just has far to many trust issues to even think that someone likes him, let alone that he likes you! This causes problems, hands down, the roughest and hardest part of the relationship, will be getting him to actually open up and shii. He'll suspecct you of everything, but then go back on it a bit later, simply because how could he be mad at you, the only person whos ever actually loved him.

He has the same thing I feel like most people have when theyre a docotor and their S/O is another species. HE WANTS TO KNOW MORE ABOUR HUMANS. So i feel like he'd ask a bunch of questions, he'd push you or watch your do somehting and be like, "yes dear, Now how are you feeling?" ya know? He asks all types of things, do you have three stomachs? how long can you run? Do you breath willingly?? Or is it something you HAVE to think about to do? He jsut wants to know.

He doesn't mind you knowing about what he does, unlessssss its during Delphi, he doesn't want you being a part of anything at Delphi. But if its before he won't care or mind, he'll show you different things about Cybertronians and answer any of your questions. He likes knowing youre interested in his people and their anatomy

One more thing about Delphi Pharma, this is the only version of him that will consecutively lie to you, no matter what is happening. He WILL lie, for anything. It does not matter, it'sd just something he'd do.

I feel like he's the kinda of mech to let you sit on his shoulder, or he carries you around on his servo when he's not doing anything important.

He enjoys your touch, really enjoys your touch. I love the idea of just the warmth of your hands are what drags him in soooo thats what we're going with. He likes being able jsut to feel that warmth and the weight of you. It somehting he never gets tired of, sooo he often has you taking naps on him.

He just gives guy vibes, like he's here and does his job and then delphi hits and everything goes down hill for him. SOOO he's just a normal person in a relationship, hes touchy but careful, he loves you but also doesn't belive you actually like him back. He has no traits that are like THIS ONE IS CRAZYYYY, not like Sunder, Overlord, or Trepan at least.

Sunder

THE LAST MF ANYONE WAS EXPECTING TO GET INTO A RELATIONSHIP

Since he's like uhh idk crazyyy, He doesn't know what a normal relationship is like, escpecailly since youre human. SO I want it to be known he doesn't do normal things

His "Bonding" time is just staring at you. Optics wide and empty as he studies every inch and mucsle on your body.

NO TOUCHY TOUCHY, I feel like he freaks out over being touched. If its really early in the relationship he's just like no, nope, not today, but if its late he's okay with the occasional hand resting on him when youre talking to him. Just so you can get your point across. He may not be big on it, but he does slightly enjoy the warmth form your hands. PLUS he remembers everytime you've ever touched him, so it works out in the end

Since he like worked with memorys and all, I feel like the right thing to say is he'd fuck with your memories, but I just don't think he'd do that to his S/O. I feel like since youre different, he's fascinated with your brain and memories. He has datapads on datapads about your life, your memories, the way your brain works. He loves when you tell him newer stories, or when you have one of those "this reminds me of" moments. HE'D STOP EVERYTHING JUST TO HEAR YOU.

He has strong ass urges to do the things he's done to other on you, just so he can see what's going on in your small fragile brain. He gives those vibes of always wanting to know what someones thinking, he just has to know if you thinking about him, or a memory you hold dear, or if youre thinking about somone else, He just HAS to know!!

I feel like he would lie to you, LISTENNNNN LISTENNN. He'd do it jsut to keep you away form whatever he's doing, Meetings with primus knows who, nah I'm just going for a session, ill be back. Killing someone, nope just meetin with some old friends. He DOES NOT want you knowing what he's doing, he likes the perfect little image you have of him in your head, so why shatter it now.

Okay, one more! He can get very yandere like. If you're with someone he doesn't like or he knows they are not good or have good intentions. SOOO WITH ALL THIS OTHER STUFF, I'm giving him basic yandere traits, He loves you dearly, so don't screw this up, He doesn't have his entire life to spare for you, even if he wanted too.

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[i-iko]

MY DARLING MEDIC

“Pharma has to supervise an organic doctor who’s determined to reel herself into Cybertronian medicine.”

chapter three ; complications

“Why not, doctor?”

YOU'VE been on his mind, then. The little nurse who waddled along the muddy halls of Delphi. Organic, squishy and pliable — unlike his outer metal casing sheathed of cold hardness. Pharma reigned in the ability not to openly seethe when you threw the smug look you always donned his way. Gentle eyes, gentle smile. The connotation behind those reveries, he’s sure are not as prim as Starscream’s insolence. 

It’s been several weeks, now. And, naturally you’re immediately acquainted with the Nurse and The Decepticon. Always, together. Always, hunched over into a small circle — voices hushed as they giggle along your varying words. He’s not one to conjure unruly assumptions — but with how often he’d purposely stride by and the hushed whispers fade to a halt, spinal struts are to the brim straightened — he can only assume the subject of their amusements are him : Doctor Pharma. 

Now not only does he has a chatter box to deal with but the chatter box is an exceptionally sly fox yet to wring his neck parched of air. 

And, now, to  the problem at hand…..

“Oh, she’ll manage.” Pharma clips, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

The hallways are, as always, deserted with the only sound echoing across are the metallic footfalls of Pharma and nurse beside him. 

“The best she’ll manage is a charred limb.” First Aid gawks in disbelief, plodding after the as they rounded the corner. “You’re just going to leave her in a room full of mechs just like that?”

“She’s a doctor, is she not? Charading with patients is a top priority and she knows that.”

And, it gives me time to sort another prdicament. He thinks grimly.

“An organic doctor.” He clarifies. “There’s a difference.”

“And that justifies her incapability of performing her duties?”

First Aid narrows his eyes. A step forward to match Pharma's quick long stride. “You know what I mean. Those mechs over there? They’re no saints and if it weren’t for them hunting down those crackhead, rod sniping assholes behind enemy lines — the council would’ve never tolerated them in the first place."

“Splendid observation,” He scoffs, “ But what does that have to do with our lovely doctor?” 

“They hate humans!” He hissed lowly. "It was clear when they stepped in. Can't you see they're going to tear her apart if left unsupervised?" 

Pharma rubs his face. Oh, of course, how could he possibly forget. Humans and bounty hunters. They might as well merge like water and oil. 

“ Your concern is admirable. But you’re aware we’re lacking medics, yes? Do you expect me to hoard all the responsibilities to Ambulon when he’s got enough patients on his servos? Or, you for that matter with the fresh patients from Teran?”

“All I'm saying is this 'checkup' can be held off until I'm free—“

"Then they'll stay here for a week."

"Whatever is good if it keeps them at bay." 

Pharma halts and whirls around, gritting his dentas. "I'd rather those Rogues not taint my hospital with their insolence any further. The council wishes to accommodate them and we will do so. For a day." 

"But sir—" 

“She’ll handle herself well since that is what she signed up for.”

“I—"

He held up a servo, halting the discussion. 

“You are dismissed.”

YOU slip on the gloves once you're inside, palms unusually clammy. With a swish the habsuite doors slid close behind you and the luminescent light of the ward bathe the room in a teal blue hue. You adjust to the transition from green; the hallways of Delphi were quite the lush colors of moss and this blue was a little hard on your eyes.

"Good evening." You bow. 

Six pairs of optics bore a hole through your head, each with varying expressions you'd rather not dwell much on. They sat languidly on the berths, sprawled over the chairs with their guns loosely hanging from their hips and servos. Before you came in, you were aware of their animated conversations about their 'duties' off Messatine and a mech grinned when your eyes fell on the obvious energon splatter across his chassis. 

Silently, disregarding the tack of your boots on the metal floor, you made your way beside one of the medical berths and organized the tray, carefully lining up the scalpels s and tools. 

Your back was to them and the silent whispers behind made your neck burn with a prickle. Eight foot tall, seven foot tall, bulky metal Cybertronians. A swat of their servo would reduce you to a stain but you persisted, opting for cool, smooth movements of your arms as though a slight jerk of your fingers would trigger a hostile response.  

"Any one of of you." You turned around.

Silence. And with a grunt, a mech stepped up, the one with energon splatter across his chassis. You glanced behind him and others are strangely solemn. Especially the purple sleek Cybertronian who leaned against the wall, arms crossed, who appeared miffed by your presence. They were now chatting in low tones — the content of discussion unheard. Although, you caught a familiar word : Alphoras, was the term, then all was a blur of sentences. 

You gesture to the berth, a scanner in hand, and he sat down while you stood on a stepping stool to level with his chassis. He held out his arm and you begin scanning the plating.

“You use those often?” You point to his fusion canon in light of making a conversation. 

The mech doesn't grin but there was some kind of mischief as he held it up — surprisingly close to your face. “More than some mechs using their processors, fleshie."

Your nose was assaulted with the ozone smell of gunpowder. It sizzles your face, pricking the skin. Energon, you realize, was quite corrosive. 

"I....see." 

"And a little flick of a trigger—" You head tilts back as he nudged the muzzle against your forehead. It was cold to the touch. "—In blasted pieces they go. Fireworks ablaze. A lovely image." You try not to stumble as he withdrew his canon, amused by your expression. "It's open for experimentation." 

"I'll...decline that offer." You say.

"You scared? I thought fleshies were all high and mighty with their saviour complex." He crooned, amused and mocking. Strangely enough, it almost bordered on spite.

"I would say it's not the most ordinary proposition." You manage out, now scanning his wrist."Though, I am sure you have seen our rules about bringing weapons into the wards?" 

He barks out a laugh and points the canon to your face. "Can't handle a little bit of gunpowder, eh?"

You set down the scanner once it was clear there were no anomalies. 

"That is... not the case, I'm afraid. We have delicate solutions here that could be triggered easily and start a fire—" 

A servo clamped over your wrist and yanked you close. The canon pressed against your cheek.

" Listen here, fleshie." He spat, "Just because the higher council accepts 'Organic' aid doesn't mean we owe you slag."

"You are mistaking my intentions, I never said—"

" You're still an organic, still inferior. Still stupid. So, if you don't want to be smeared like a stain on a floor —" He growls. " Don't tell me what to do."

Quick footfalls patter by in a swift stride. 

Red digits clamp over the Mech’s wrist and you blink as you're suddenly pulled away from his grasp. You're met with Pharma's back. He stands in front of you and his smooth croon is all that is heard when he spoke,  ” How about you behave like the polite little mech that you are and get back to business?”

[pleasantspark]

i will survive by Brxkxn_Fxxth

Fandoms: The Transformers (IDW Generation One)  

Teen And Up Audiences

No Archive Warnings Apply

F/M

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Discussion of Abortion

Abortion

Based on that one 'Zootopia' comic

Name and all

This was a plot I had in my head for awhile now

I Stayed Up At 4AM To Write This

Summary:

a transformers rendition of the most infamous zootopia comic. you find out you were pregnant, you tell pharma, but it leads to a conflict to brew.

Series:

Part 38 of Transformers 

Part 26 of Transformers MTMTE

"But it's important." You say. 

"Is it important enough for me to get pulled away from my job?" Pharma asked. 

"Yes." You replied. 

Pharma sighs, "Can I atleast take a decontamination shower, before you decide to ruin my day?" Pharma asked. 

"Fine, go ahead." You said, Pharma drops the datapad and you waited at the living room for Pharma to return back. 

"Ah, nothing beats a brisk shower." Pharma says, plopping down on the sofa, "So what is it you want to tell me?" 

"I'm pregnant." You said, simple and straight to the point. Pharma laughs. 

"Oh, nice one (N/N). You're really pulling my tailpipe it's impossible for this to happ–" Pharma began before he noticed your eye twitching. 

"Your eye's twitching... That means you're serious..." Pharma said, you nod slipping the test over to Pharma who looked over it. 

"Oh! (Y/N)! You made me the happiest cybertronian alive!" Pharma said, picking you up and hugging you. 

"Pharma– Put me down–!" You said. Pharma places you down, and wiped his tears away. 

"Oh, sorry. I didn't hurt you did I?" Pharma asked. 

"No, look. I decided I don't want the baby." You say, Pharma frowns. 

"Why would you say that?" Pharma asked. 

[deadendswife]

Lmao imagine Pharma with a human s/o that calls him "Pharmasan cheese"

[ikkosu]

PET-ABLE HIJINKS

warnings : domestic fluff + a bit of implied stuff (ehe ‘stuff’ amirite). part of MDM (my darling medic verse)

PHARMA

With Pharma, nothing is ever balanced. He’s an affectionate lover, much too affectionate you’d have to dart around the corner when he’s in view. If you’re too late Ambulon would have to pry you off his digits, dragging you back to the safe confines of your quarters and letting the poor human rest.

Psh, like the door is gonna stop him. He’s been through much worse during the war a mere block of wood is a minuscule minority. Seconds later, he ploughs through the door and you stare at the ceiling in defeat as he pounces on you.

For a well-versed doctor who hates physical touch with Organics, as he always preaches to be so, he’s got no sense of personal space whatsoever. So, you’re in your room one day, broiling up mischiefs and antics to get his smug face back and a little ding of eureka shrouds your waking thoughts. That’s it! A pet! You’re going to buy a pet.

And you’re going to make it count.

You wait for another week before deciding on what you’ll get. If you’re going to have a little ball of mischief walking around, it has to be a cretin that acts just like Pharma. And for the past few days you’ve been analyzing him with utmost scrutiny, you’ve decided you’ll get a cat.

Pharma gets a little uneasy while making breakfast. He notices you’re a lot more quiet these days, staring holes into his back whenever you could. His mind is stumped with prior memories of yesterdays and many days before. Did he do something wrong? Was he too much for you to handle? No, no. It’s just paranoia. He’s getting too worked up over this. He might not show it but if you’re planning to cut ties with him he’ll have to strap you down to the counter.

And you’re going to stay.

When you did get a pet without his knowledge, the little gremlin is the spitting furball of feline, cat Pharma.

Tabby was the name. A white Siberian floof of white fur. She’s a sassy, fiery little thing who loves to be showered with affection when she wants to have it. Nothing more, nothing less. The first time they both meet, he’s back from work and he’s appalled at the sight of you cooing at the thing like it’s some child. Of course he’s pissed. His darling pet, to ignore Pharma of all people and reduce your affections to that organic, feline, brat of a cat? Not under his watch.

First, it’s a battle between the two beings on who's able to take up much of your personal space, now it’s a battle on who’s able to piss off who more.

And neither gets the advantage.

In the early mornings, as you flop over to cuddle your Jet lover, you’re surprised to see he’s busy wrangling off Tabby who’s insist his faceplate was a better cushion than the bed. Sometimes, you’d walk into them punted into a staring contest : the jet’s wings flared up much the same as Tabby arching her back and sneering at Pharma.

Other times, in the garden, while you’re watering the flowers, Tabby would furl lazily on the plastic chair, grooming her paws and fur. The peaceful slumber of the evening air is shattered when Pharma comes in and dumps a whole bucket of ice cold water on the cat, turning on his heel later then heading back inside without another word.

Safe to say, the scratches the next morning on his newly added paint isn’t a coincidence. Hah! Like, that’ll do it. He’d get her back by pushing a chair against the trapdoor so she’ll won’t be able to come in after her nightly walks outside.

However, Tabby does have one advantage that pisses him off more than her tearing up his datapad and that’s — cockblocking.

You wake up with a gentle kiss on your neck, his cold metal hands — hard yet pliable — grasps your stomach and pulls you against his chassis. Sunlight seeps through the blinds, flaring his armor stark white as he peppers kisses down your shoulder and nape.

A lazy smile tugs your cheeks and you lean into his touch. He palms your thighs, then over to your ass, pinching it a little before tugging down your shorts and hiking the fabric aside. You sigh and brace, hearing the familiar hiss of his panel retracting when—

Something jumps on the bed. Before Pharma could react Tabby flicks her tail at his face and he edges the bed, stumbling to the ground, pulling the blankets along his tumble. That sudden thump sits you up with a startled blink of two, three times of your eyelids. Andrenaline wrangles the sleeoiness away. Tabby, however, doesn’t seem to mind the seething scrap of metal on the floorboard and licks your face affectionsly, opting to curl around your neck.

“That cat is atrocious.” He grumbles as he lifts you off and away from the pawing mewls of the cat.

“Put me down, I want to see my baby!’

“Absolutely not. You’re coming to bed.”

“But this—“

“Our other bed. The guest room bed,” He grits and hauls you over his shoulder. “One of these days, my dear I’ll lock that wretched thing outside the lawn and let it succumb to the unethical weather Earth has in store it. What were you thinking when you nabbed this feline cretin? Consider yourself lucky I have the patience to deal with such incessant tomfoolery.”

A giggle bubbles from your throat. At least, he’s got the taste of his own medicine.

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Is it too much to ask for a follow-up on the Human' Effects fic?

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This is more just some more information of headcanons I have and how I like writing the bots. So I hope you enjoy it. This one's more on the differences and similarities between humans and Cybertronians.

Word count: 2.5k

Warning: mentions of reproduction, and exploration of body's. Valveplug.

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So this is just a continuation for Human effects. This one also delves into some more information on biological, cultural and different frames and how they interact with each other, humans and other organic Creatures. 

Biological Humans and Cybertronians are vastly different even with quite a few similarities. 

Sparklings and children 

There is a very big difference in the body function of Humans and Cybertronians. Size for one but also Organic DNA and CNA. There are many things which can Line up with the other species but also function very differently 

Such as. 

structure and organ comparison 

Plating - skin

Helm - head

Processor, brain module - brain 

Faceplate- face

Audio Receptors, Audials, Receptor orifices - ears 

Nasal ridge, enstril, olfactory sensors- nose

Optical ridge - eyebrows

Optics, visors  - eyes and glasses sometimes visors are used as optics

Intake- mouth, throat or a breath. 

Denta, denta plating- teeth 

Glossa- tongue 

Mandibles (insecticons) - jaw 

Vocalizer- voice box 

Chin or chin plating are the same 

Chestplate, chassis- chest and higher stomach (abs area) 

Fuel tanks- stomach. 

Backplate, back struts, binary system,  bipedalism - back and spine, spinal cord. 

Servos and digits - Hands and fingers 

Sounder plating - shoulder blades 

Pede - feet 

pump and Spark - heart and soul 

Energon lines - arrays veins. 

Vents - lungs, breath. 

Pelvic plate - pelvis

Aft, tailpipe, skid plate- butt

Interface panel - covered reproduction organs

Spike - penis 

Value - vagina 

Carrier chamber, Gestation chamber - womb

Helm and head

With the fact one is filled with circuitry, coding and wires and the other is filled with flesh, fluid and other organic matter. Humans' heads are covered in hair most times. And even those who aren't their head Is still rather soft and smooth. And the bots love playing with human hair and facial hair when they are allowed too. 

It also leads to humans giving the bots head scratches, and it's something so man you the bots had never thought of and they love it. They will lay their head in their human lap and just enjoy the gentle touches to their Finial, audials, and helm crest. It becomes. Causal thing of the humans using soft little microfiber cloths to clean out dust and dirt from the small crevices in the bots Plating. Head pats and scratches really becomes something that Cybertronians love alot and it makes a lot of humans consider the bots large cats.

Faceplate and Faces. 

One of the things which is very different between humans and Cybertronians is how they show affection to each other. Cybertronians do a thing called a helm hold. Where they each hold their partner's helm in their servos while looking into each other's optics, it's how they show how much they care, because they are focusing only on that one person. And it means alot more after the war, to focus all your attention on just one bots servos shows a lot of trust, affection and love for someone.  

While humans have Hugging, kissing. So the bots are rather confused the first time they are hugged, tensing up not wanting to hurt their human. And they nearly short circuit when the human kisses them it's more out of fear. 

“Do you know how dangerous that is! What if I crushed you!” The bot hisses in panic while looking at their lover. “not to mention the fact that is my Energon Intake! Do you know what energon can do to Humans!” It nearly sends the bot into meltdowns as they hold their lover's face staring into their eyes trying to show them how much they love and care for them. It would break their spark if they accidentally hurt them. 

“it's called a Kiss, I was kissing you” the human tries to explain, their hands cupping around their bots servos. 

“a kiss?” the bot inquired. “Yea I'm sorry if you didn't want it, it's just I thought we were in that part of our relationship” the human begins rambling out of anxiety thinking they had messed up. In the end they both settle for a small gesture in-between. Pressing their head and helm, together as they cradle the other. 

Eventually they will come around to accepting kisses but it is only for very special occasions. Because the bot will make sure that there isn't a trace of energon in their system for their partner's safety. Over time it becomes them pressing soft kisses to each other's noses. 

Skin and Plating 

These are all the parts which somewhat are similar to humans, but also work vastly different than the human body does. So with this listed here are many of the things that vary with the similarities. 

Plating and skin are vastly different due to one being metal and the other being flesh, it's one of the things a lot of the Cybertronians love is how soft Human skin is. They really enjoy just fondling their human companions, pulling their checks, and enjoying how their skin moves. How pliable, warm and squishy they are. Cybertronians finding out about human breasts really takes them by storm. 

“What are those?�� the bot asks while pressing a finger to their breast feeling how soft and squishy they are. 

“breast, boobs, tits they have a lot of names” 

“What are they for?” The bot continues to just slowly play with them out of curiosity, not knowing what the human would need them for. 

“they are used for feeding babies, they fill with milk, it's not a constant thing and not everyone's do but they are for feeding babies.” the human tries to explain and it just leaves the bot shocked. 

“You're with Sparkling?” The bot asked as they began fussing over the human more, gently pressing their digits to the human's body more. 

“no, no I'm not pregnant!” They laugh out loud while rather embarrassed. “‘but wouldn't they deflate?” The bot shoots back as their digits begin needing the flesh which makes the humans sigh and lean into the touch. “human babe, don't have the same functions as you.” They tease softly.

 It ends up with one bot having their human lover back pressed to their Chassis. The bot's servos just cupped around their partners breast slowly massaging them as the human leans back just enjoying the feeling because it takes the weight off their back and the cool touch of the metal feels delightful against their skin. 

Heart and spark

The difference between a human heart and spark aren't that different at all. They both pump blood/energon to where it's needed, it's the life provider of the body. Each has a beat or pulse. And the said beat and pulse sounds different. A human's heart beat feels like a thump but to Cybertronians it's an echo. Each beat they can feel and see like A beating light. And they love how it feels laying against them, their spark will actually fall in tune With their heart beat as a way to calm the human.  While for humans a Cybertronians spark pulse feels like electricity dancing across their skin it's like the build up of static but it doesn't zap. The vibration of a spark is like energy building and releasing, the buzzing sound that just resonates through their body as they lay against their bot. 

olfactory sensors and nose

Unfortunately humans don't have the enhanced scent sensors that a lot of other species do, and Cybertronians have one for the most advanced ones, they don't just smell it but they can break down the chemical compound to its base and are able to tell humans emotions based on how they smell. It also leads to bots becoming rather touching with their lovers when they can smell their cycle. It also leads a lot of bots realising they have a breeding kink after being with a human, because the moment they can feel their partners change in hormones they are hovering. It becomes an even bigger thing when they smell the scent of a young spark, they feel the EM Field. 

carriers and pregnancy 

There is a major difference between human pregnancy and cybertronian pregnancy. Humans can only be born from reproduction.  a new spark can be formed in multiple ways. 

-Forged.  

-Cold construct. 

-split spark

- Sparked 

Forged new sparks are bots that are formed in hotspots across cybertron and on occasions sparklings can also be formed from these hot spots. 

Cold constructs are bots that have been made by others for a purpose and were originally classed as 2nd class citizens, miners or lower than other bots, 

Split Sparks made from splitting your spark into another form. It was very rare due to multiple laws being inplace against it. 

Sparklings were formed through spark merging with another and creating enough energy to form new lifeforms. A carrier would then have to host said spark in their Gestation chamber until the spark could grow its own protoform. Then from there they are moved into the carrier chamber where they learn off their carrier's coding, and also receive food, coding and personal information from their Sire via Transfluid. As sparklings are still not able to consume normal energon and it has to be processed down enough for the sparkling. (Similar to how humans breastfeed) from there once they are ready the sparkling will be ‘birthed’ and from their they will need to be carried in a spark chamber until they have fully developed but gives them time to learn the world around them but still have the safety of a parent to protect them. 

This leads the bots and humans to both be horrified at the differences of the others' reproduction. The bots are horrified over the fact a human's pelvis bone breaks just to birth a baby. But also the fact that humans can carry more than one child. They eventually watch a documentary over human birth; it makes a lot of bots short out and crash. 

Humans on the other hand are shocked over the time it takes for a bot to have a sparkling. 100 years is longer than a lot of humans ever live but it's how long it takes for the full process of a sparkling to be formed and born. That's without all the issues with CNA, temperature, spark energy, energon. A Lot of Cybertronian pregnancies don't make it to term due to these factors. 

So when by some chance a human gets pregnant by a Cybertronian it has the whole planet up in a tissy. Not just the fact of how genetically different they are but how it happened. The first human Cybertronian sparkling is a miracle watched by man and documented. And it turns out the human womb is actually the best possible hosting spot for the start of a sparkling, it's the perfect temperature, and it's not a temperature a lot of bots can keep their own frames. The human womb actually short cuts a lot of time over the birth Due to the sparkling Not needing to be shifted from one chamber to another. It comes down to being pregnant for 3 years. It's a long time for a human but it's decades Less than what it normally takes for a Cybertronian if they made it through the full progress. 

And when the sparkling is born it's discovered that the sparkling doesn't have any human traits, defects or appearance. Due to the human body mainly working as a host, the CNA and DNA don't mix when it comes to creating a sparkling but they work perfectly in sync When it comes to helping the sparkling grow. And it also turns out humans are able to sustain more than One sparkling. 

That also brings me to the function of spike and Valves. For Cybertronians spikes and Valves aren't how Sparklings are created, sparklings are created from two sparks merging together and creating enough energy for a sparkling but interface is needed to start the process of how they form. Sparkling needs Transfluid to begin and that is what Cybertronians use interfacing for outside of sharing memories, information and emotions. Most times Cybertronians interface for fun, feeling close, sharing information with a loved one, or to help feed a sparkling the necessary data, fluids and programming. 

so When a Cybertronian and human interface it has a lovely mix of a 50/ 50 chance of getting pregnant due to how the human and cybertronian heart and spark link in a frequency that is almost essential Spark merging. And a human doesn't even need to interface with a Cybertronian to get pregnant.

Here is a list of ways humans have gotten pregnant/ a bot has gotten pregnant. 

-interfacing 

-spark bonding 

-a human touching a bots spark. 

-having enough hated for another you get them pregnant by sheer Anger

- spark And heart syncing 

-A human being on their cycle will make a bot pregnant. 

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Megatron entered the medbay of the Lost Light, feeling unusual warmth and pressure in his chest. "Ratchet," he said gruffly to get the medic's attention. "Something is...off. I feel as if I have consumed fool's energon again, but I know that is not the case." 

He looked down at the medic, his optics betraying slight concern beneath his usual stern demeanour. "Examine me and determine what ails me. I need to be at full function." His pride did not allow him to admit weakness easily, but he trusted Ratchet's skills. 

Ratchet nodded to First Aid and They as they stood ready to assist. He turned back to Megatron with a scrutinising gaze.

"When did you first notice the symptoms? Any other anomalies in your systems?" he asked gruffly, scanning the Decepticon warlord from head to foot with a diagnostic tool. The scans showed unusual activity in Megatron's Gestation chamber.

"Hmm...it appears your spark is pulsing more rapidly than normal. And the pressure you described suggests a buildup of energon flow." Ratchet paused, analysing the data. "This could indicate...no, it's not possible. Or is it...?" He leaned in closer, inspecting Megatron with keen optics.

"We'll need a more detailed scan. Over here, lay back - this won't hurt but may feel peculiar. First Aid, fire up the resonator. Ambulon you're in charge of monitoring vitals."

"What's wrong, ratchet he was fine this morning?" The human asked in concern. 

Megatron lay back on the medical berth as directed, his massive frame dwarfing its size. his expression softened ever so slightly. As the detailed spark scan began, Ratchet's optics widened in surprise. "By the Allspark...it can't be..." He motioned First Aid "Look here. What do you see?"

First Aid peered at the monitor in amazement. "Two distinct spark pulses...but how is that possible?" Ratchet glanced over at Megatron, then back at the others. "It would seem Megatron himself is carrying sparkling. The increased energon flow and pressure were signs of protoform development beginning."

He chuckled wryly. "Well Megatron, it seems that fool's energon was not to blame after all. Congratulations...you're going to be a creator." Megatron's optics widened in disbelief at Ratchet's announcement. Carrying sparkling? It made no sense as far as he knew, spark merging could only occur between cybertronians and he had only been intimate with a human. 

He sat up abruptly, almost knocking First Aid over, and glared down at Ratchet. "Explain yourself, medic! How is this possible? The human and I have been intimate but they clearly lack our means of conception." Ratchet held up a calming hand. "Peace, Megatron. I have a theory," 

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[liaswritesrobots]

All your Pharma writing has me thinking....How would Pharma react to learning about human plague masks? (Scenario)

"So they used these masks to keep bad smells out?" Pharma asked, turning the bird like plague doctor mask in his servo to examine it, lying down on your bed so that his pedes rest at your pillows and his helm slightly hangs off the foot of your bed.

"Yep! They thought if they filled it with herbs, flowers, and spices that would keep the miasma-or bad smells- out because they thought that's what caused disease." You say, tapping away at the keyboard of your laptop, trying to finish your essay from your desk.

Pharma scoffs and rolls his optics, "How primitive..." he says turning the mask again, "I'd imagine they weren't very effective then." 

"No, not really. Apparently of the 18 doctors that were in Venice, only one was left by 1348, a few actually died from the plague. The others went missing, so no one really knows what happened to them," you say, monotoned, as you continue to type, "They did have the good idea to use a cane to examine and direct patients so they wouldn't have to have physical contact with them though, that probably saved them from catching it sooner."

Pharma raises up, "Do you think any of them tried to beat the plague out of their patients with those canes?" he half-jokes, looking back at you.

You pause for a moment, "Probably?" you answer, the sound of tip tapping fills the room again, "I mean… I'm sure at least one had to try it at some point. Especially since not all plague doctors were actual doctors."

"What?" Pharma chuckles, "You're not serious are you? They really just let anyone run around in these get ups and claim to be a doctor?"

"Well… yeah. It was a dark time, many people were dying and no one really checked credentials because they were scared and ready to believe anyone claiming to have a miracle cure for them and their loved ones."

Pharma chuckles again, "The more I learn about your kind's history the more unbelievable it is that humans have survived so long." He says, laying back down, "No offense of course."

"Eh, I understand, I'm a little surprised at how durable we can be too sometimes." You stop typing and look back at him over your shoulder, "Besides, I could say the same about you Cybertronians with your 4 million years of war." You give a teasing smile before going back to your work.

"Touché." He smiles back, "Still, even if it wasn't exactly effective, I do rather admire the aesthetic of these plague doctors. Perhaps I should look into getting a mask of my own in the same style?" He muses, "One that actually works at keeping disease out of course."

"Maybe," you say, "I do think it'd look very good on you."

"Well if that's the case then I think I will." He smiles.

[zeropercenter]

[chrome-mind]

Two Minus One

Summary: Red Rust Plague is a pain in the ass.

You don’t remember being afraid when it started. You didn’t think about how it might spread to you. You didn’t consider it. It had started so small, but now everyone in Delphi was afraid of it. Many called it the “Curse of Unicron”. You didn’t believe in such things. Everything had some sort of cure.

It is unfortunate that it killed so quickly.

Your optics were filled with static, further confusing your minds muddled state. You could hear the panicked voice of First Aid in the background. You focused on something else, not wanting to know what was being said. “You’re going to be alright. Everything will turn out okay.” You hadn’t realised that Ambulon was speaking to you. You gave a small, weak smile. It was more for his benefit than yours.

It had felt odd at first, the rust plague. Only a small tingling sensation. You now realised that the tingling had been chips of armor that had already started falling off. The small chips didn’t last long, you had already lost your pedes.

In your foggy mind, you realised that almost all of Delphi must have perished, rotted away by the plague. Only the medical personnel, such as you.

A loud crash brought you out of your thoughts. First Aid’s chatter stopped. You heard your fellow medics shift, a wave of wariness and caution had swept over the room. The entrance to Delphi was sealed off, to prevent further infection. You heard the clangs of someone leaving.

Ambulon spoke up once more “How are you feeling?” you gave a static laced laugh “I feel like I’m as old as Kup.” you could barely see, the most you saw was a blurry lump of red and yellow. The figure twitched at the statement “Last I checked, Kup was still jumping to fight.” you couldn’t place the emotion you heard in the medics voice.

You moved your helm to the side. FirstAid’s voice was getting closer, he was speaking to someone. The voice was unfamiliar to you.

“I’ll be back in a moment.” Ambulon said, moving towards another patient who was worse off. Whoever First Aid had been speaking to, they entered with him. “-We’ve had other things on our minds.” You realised there was more than one Cybertronian as three mechs filed after First Aid. There was another red blob.

Your consciousness faded for a moment. “-they have been on the berth for orns.” Your optics flickered for a moment when you felt a servo rest on your shoulder plating, at least, what was left of it. “Y/n, can you see me?” the unfamiliar voice was speaking to you now. “No, who are you…? Did Ambulon call another medic?” you responded, your damaged vocalizer causing an overlap, making your voice almost echo. Ambulon, sounding confused and very worried, answered from somewhere behind the mech “Y/n it’s Ratchet, you’ve met him before.” Your already static filled vision increased, causing your mind to drift into unconsciousness once more, despite the protesting medics around you.

Good End

Bad End

[i-iko]

MY DARLING MEDIC

“Pharma has to supervise an organic doctor who’s determined to reel herself into Cybertronian medicine.”

chapter two ; first meeting

PHARMA wasn't usually so bothered.

He handled problems far worse than any mech had seen, stumping veterans, sullied and drained, who'd seen a lot  more than a bloodied mass of bodies. So his expectations were often (if not all) barred from surprise.  Primus forbid anyone   attempting  a one-way fuel pump operation with one's life on the line. He’d chip off a plating before his pride were trampled — worn, eroded, or hailed on with rain upon a jagged, cut mountain top.

Well, usually it was.

For the first time, however, the moment the sliding doors hissed open — the moment he catches sight of leather boots pattering across the gunmetal floor, to the lab coat over your shoulders, the scarf over your neck and to your face, a vibrant pull of a smile— he was incredibly bothered. 

"I've heard you've been lacking doctors." You say, wringing your hands in an attempt to warm them. "Or, medics of some kind."

By his right, sunlight spools through the wide panelled window. Beyond, is Messatine's delight — mile on mile of barren snow. The pale sky, scathed with pearl-ish clouds, could've merged with the horizon if it wanted to. Only thing keeping them apart was the gentle gradient from ivory to blue. The rays, though— it basked your face in a warm, gentle glow. 

Pharma fully lowers the datapad. No point pretending you don't exist, now. He knew you were coming, knew the moment Ambulon consoled his comms with ‘do be gentle, Pharma’  and the enthusiastic demeanour First Aid showed today. ‘A new intern!’ He chirped. Change was prominent, and at the back of his mind, it was a fervent wish that there wasn't. 

‘Let’s just get this over with’. He eyes you curiously, blatant repulsion written all over his face.

"I'm sure you've seen my request?" You asked. 

"Ah. So, I've been told…." 

A frown eased onto yours. You shift on the spot — he held up a servo and you halted, a foot away from his desk. 

"Oh, don't worry. I have seen it. That's all I've done, though. Seen it. You see, darling, all there is — to — to this 'request' you have ." He leans against the chair and with a languid, careless toss of his servos, the datapad clattered  onto the table."Clearly, you are not understanding the 'consequences' of your employment, here. Now, I don't blame you  — usually humans are always , well, determined to prove a point even when they are not so well endowed, themself. Are you aware of what will happen when you work here?"

You folded your hands primly behind your back. "I thought I made it clear, I was."

"Delphi. Here ." He clarified, optics narrowed.

You tilt your head, "Is there a problem with that?"

Of course there is, you foolish, foolish girl.  He thought bitterly. "Take this into perspective. You've come all the way here, from Earth, or whatever planet you do. And, of all medical facilities you chose — a remote, desolate, decrepit hospital is your preferred working space?"

Not to mention, the cold, snowstorms, hail — blizzard . He's done enough modification on his circuits to withstand such abnormalities. And, even then his digits, pistons, and the like would still seize up lest he isn't careful with how long he stood outside for a smoke. Ambulon could barely fare enough on normal days. First Aid, most of the time. And, Pharma? Just enough .

The plush of your cheeks pulled into a gentle smile, unrelenting.  "If the risks are worth the effort, then I'll take it." 

Oh, how he envied your enthusiasm. 

"Really, darling , you are trying." He sighs and cushions his cheek on a palm while the other drummed the table irritably, muttering."Not that there's anything wrong with this. I was advised by a colleague to be more….gentle. I’m simply curious. What are you trying to prove?"

"Nothing." You said. "I'm interested in helping out. I’ve heard Delphi has been lacking medics. There's all that there is to it." 

He scoffs and you notice how he arranged his stylus and datapads on the table into a neat pile. "And, here is what comes to mind? Surely, there are better facilities for you to prod."

You smile wryly. "...You see, doctor. Teran has too many expectations. Iacon, too many prodigies. And, well, most facilities that are available aren't so..." You cringe a little.

“…welcoming to organics like me." .

"And Messatine is," He begins, "Not the same as you imagined it to be, compared to others?"

You thought for a moment.  "Is it not?"

Pharma lowers his eyes. There was a moment of silence. You were particularly too chatty for an organic, if not a little brazen in your manners. 

What use could you have of, here? 

A chatter box for First Aid, perhaps. Even a friend for Ambulon. That poor thing deserves a companion, for once. Though, there was something else — it wouldn’t be too much of a problem having a newspaper boy around. That is, if you’re fit enough to make some rounds around the wards upon his behest. 

" Mhn . Alright, then." He grunts, pulling his shoulders back and chin high. The sound of chair scraping metal echoed as he stood up and circled around you slowly. "What is your area of expertise?"

‘Not much, I suppose’ He mused to himself. 

You seem a little startled at the change in tone but once he was going through the datapad — looking at your files— you steeled in your nerves to reply. "I'm a professional field medic. The emergency unit. "

"Ah, combat?"

"Yes."

"Experience?"

"Seven years."

He raises a brow, a little skeptical at the information on his pad. He stops just left of you. "...I would assume you're incredibly... endowed to acquire a position that young. Primus , 25? What, were you deployed when you were a mere sparkling? What is this? ”

He's not well versed with human lifespan  but he's aware that even that is much too young and gnarly for a human to boot. 

"I was born during the war," You explain, and his  understanding comes full circle with a simple 'ah' and he resumes walking. 

Most children who are so, often had to endure training at a young age, since the military needed— desperately needed more medics. An oversight on their part for mingling with cosmic factions. You pulled the scarf tighter around your neck and despite your obvious struggle of keeping a composed demeanour — you were shaking.

"I see." He mutters. "If that's so, then I suppose I can trust that you can manage some problems on your own. That’s to say if you’re really certain you are what you say yourself to be. The future will pave for itself, though darling — Moving on.”

After a few more, if not another half hour of endless 'quick-to-the-point'  questioning, really it seemed like he does not want to be here one bit,  Pharma sets the datapad down. He's back behind his desk and leans over, lacing his digits. 

“To tell you the truth, I wasn’t planning on hiring anyone. Especially Organics for that matter. The only reason I’m following along this interview is because I’ve been advised by my…” He thinks for a moment, struggling to find the words. “Workers— fellow medics, er, colleagues that I see through it so.”

Your smile thinned and as you shifted on the spot, the rays flared your thinner strands a soft white. “That is….unfortunate. Even for you, doctor,”

“Now, don’t be so sullen. You should know I tolerate your kind. It’s not a surpise  you’ve got some uses after all..” He crooned. “But I must ask — 

“Why should I hire you? Why should I be bothered enough to hire an Organic, when I can hire Cybertronians to do the job, much less an even lesser kind than your own?” 

This time, a small smile breaks between the whites of his dentas. You've learned to know that it's not all genuine, on his part. ‘He’d grovel on his own pride’ You mused. And, he would. The way he carried himself like you were a lesser being, the way he peers over the crook of his nose — his optics lazy and lethargic, like he couldn’t care less. ‘Then I’ll breach it so.’ You teeter close to his desk and watch as he leans away, repulsed, and the smile falters almost to a grit. 

"Surely….," You smile and lean over a little until his helm tilts back and yours, several inches from his own,  and you tap the datapad — his datapad, a one, two, three times smack of your index — right on the spot his digit once lay. 

Pharma grimaces. 

"Why not, doctor ?"

[autobot2001]

IDW | Ratchet X Human Femme Reader: Sacrifice

Author: Autobot2001 Genre; Fanfiction Fandom: Transformers Rating: T Warning: Death, blood Pairing: Ratchet X human femme reader Desceription:  Ratchet falls for a human who was an experiment of Pharma. (Y/N) is a hybrid that can transform into a prediction. One day the two are assigned to a mission back to where it all started, and it turns out Pharma had plans to end it.

Links; Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34184782 FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/story/story_edit_content.php?storyid=13805420 Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1136340353-transformers-book-of-one-shots-requests-open-idw