A/n: the order in which I release the endings is wack. Sorry. At least that's 3 done now:)
Summary: this is a continuation to one of my previous posts, linked here: tfc X reader hide and seek
Warning: this work is based on an 18+ game, even though my work itself is not explicit
Tw: mentions of blood, heartbeat, kissing? Is that even a tw? lmk if I missed something
The street was quiet. Too quiet for your liking. The kind of quiet that always preceded something... Usually a predator pouncing on an unsuspecting prey...
Something in your peripheral vision sent you sprinting. It was almost the end of the game and you were much more jumpy and paranoid than ever.
It may have been just a mouse or an empty tin can knocked over by the chilly wind... But you were not taking your chances.
You sprinted down the alleyways and parking lots. But after running and evading all night... You were completely exhausted. It was no surprise that your leg gave out under you in the most inconvenient moment.
You winced as your knees hit the ground and you skidded to a stop. Clenching your teeth you rolled over to your side.
Great. Just your luck to land full speed into a patch of glass. You sucked in a breath, inspecting the damage. Your knees were massacred and bloodied. And a particularly sharp piece of glass embedded itself into your right leg.
You tried getting up, but even the slightest movement sent a sharp impulse of pain all the way through your leg.
With trembling hands you pulled out your phone and dialed Doctor's number.
He picks up on the third ring
"Hypothetically," you start, skipping the greeting.
"Sweetheart, you know how I love when you start your questions like that"
"If someone had bloodied knees and a piece of glass stuck in their knee... What would you advise they do?"
"It is not a hypothetical situation, is it, Y/n?"
"...No... I guess it isn't," you wince.
"In such a situation, it would be best to go to a doctor, but I think you already know that"
"Oh" you blink, "Can- can you come help me?"
Not much later his massive figure emerged from the shadows. All clad in black with red accents, it was uncanny. There was a small med kit in his hand.
He stood before you surveying the damage. His eyes glowing crimson in the dark. It sends a cold shiver down your spine.
"You got hurt. Perhaps letting you run off was a mistake"
"It was an accident," you frown.
"You are remarkably prone to them, dear patient," he counters, readjusting his gloves, "Perhaps I should permanently keep you in my medical tent strapped to the chair to prevent further accidents"
You violently shake your head.
"I don't think there's a need for that"
"I'm not so sure. As a doctor I must do what's best for my patient"
"I'll be more careful," is the best you can offer, but it's enough to make his eyes fade back to cyan. You let out a breath quietly, hoping he wouldn't notice you held it - knowing, he likely did.
His hands are gentle as he lifts you up and carries you to a bench nearby. His body is warm and you can't help but lean into him.
"You will have to let go, sweetheart, I can't work on your wound if you cling to me like this," he whispers right into your ear.
"Oh, sorry," you reply sheepishly, letting go off him and stumbling over to the bench.
"Though I must admit it is rather enjoyable," he muses quietly under his breath. If you had somehow managed to contain your blushing before, this comment did it for you. You had to turn away and hope he didn't notice. His content chuckling indicated he probably did.
He settled you onto the bench, before kneeling infront of you. His massive hand easily picked up your thigh to inspect the damage to your knee closer. He hummed in disaprooval.
"This will sting just a little, doll," he muttered picking up a bottle of disinfectant, "but if you behave I might give you a treat after"
"I'm not so small that you need to bribe me with treats, you know?"
The Doctor hums in acknowledgement, "Whatever you say, sweetie"
"But... If you're offering so generously... Who am I to say no to candy?" you grin.
You don't hear him laugh, but from how his shoulders are shaking you can guess it.
"But perhaps the treat I'm offering you is not of that kind"
"O-oh?" You scramble for a more coherent and witty response, but before you can figure it out, he says:
The Doctor was truly a master of keeping you distracted while he performed his medical procedures, be it disinfecting the wound or something more... gorey.
He tied the bandage around your knee into a tight bow, but did not hurry to move away. Instead, he remained crouched in front of you and caressed your knee through the bandage.
Finally, he bent down and placed a small kiss on the flesh above the bandaged wound, before straightening back up.
"You should not put stress on your leg," he utters in his deep voice before getting up to sit on the bench next to you.
"Doctor's orders?" You confirm with a grin.
"Doctor's orders," he repeats back at you, before picking you up and pulling you into his lap.
"Looks like I won, sweetheart"
"Oh, I guess... So what are you going to do to me?"
"I have a few tests I'd need a willing participant for. And you would be just the perfect subject"
"O-oh" you can't help but feel a surge of disappointment, but it is soon enough replaced by fear when you recall the kinds of tests the Doctor is inclined to conduct.
His head tilts to the side as he surveys and commits to memory every micro expression you make.
"But don't worry, it won't hurt. You might even come to enjoy it"
"And... What kind of tests will you conduct? I have a right to know what I am consenting to"
"Circulatory and cardiovascular systems' reactions to outward stimulants and manipulation of your immediate surroundings"
"So... How my blood and heart react when something... Happens"
He smiles, the way he always does when you discern something in his medical terminology.
"Precisely, my precious test subject," his thumb traces your jawline.
"My hypothesis is that when I talk to you like this," he leaned in intimately close, his breath fanning your ear, "your heartbeat speeds up. "
His fingers glide to your pulse point. And for a moment you both stay utterly still, just the sounds of your elevated heartbeat between the both of you.
He smiles in satisfaction.
"And if I kiss you, it might even reach a critical value"
He did not close the mere millimetres separating you.
"Won't you test your hypothesis?"
"I'm afraid your little delicate human heart will not take such a strain. I prefer to keep such a willing test subject alive," his fingers still kept on your pulse point.
"I'm resilient. Besides, hypotheses are meant to be tested. Is that not the foundation of science?"
"Very well, my dearest patient, your insistence is very amusing"
He tilts his mask to the side and leans in. Your breath catches in your throat. And for a second you're afraid his theory might come true.
But when his lips are on yours... Somehow all those thoughts melt into the background.
A comfortable warmth descends through you, piercing your very core, making you melt in his arms.
Having ascertained that your heart is not nearing it's critical condition, the Doctor smiled in satisfaction and deepened the kiss.
You hide your hands in the warmth under his massive cloak, tracing patterns against the muscles of his back.
When you finally separate for breath, the Doctor hums,
"What a perfect subject you are. Always so willing to test out my theories..."
"Hm... Allow me to propose my own theory then"
"Of course, sweetie, I'd love to hear what your fascinating brain meant to be studied in a lab can come up with"
"My theory, is that you're not really interested in studying me. You just use that as an excuse to get close to me. And to try to fluster me" you shoot him a challenging smirk.
"Unfortunately you are very mistaken, dear patient. I love studying your every single reaction." His fingers gently trace along your collarbone and down your arm, grabbing your wrist and positioning his fingers on your pulse there, "The way your heart rate spikes up. And how you breath hitches. How your brows furrow and your pupils dilate... But why would that exclude the possibility of me wanting to be close to you?"
"I suppose it doesn't..."
"After all, knowing all the ways I make your body react makes you taste so much sweeter"
He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his lips right above your pulse point. His claws run through your hair, gently massaging your scalp. You lean into his touch. Into him. You're surrounded, practically engulfed by his form.
And if you were honest, you wouldn't mind staying like this as long as the cover of the night allows you.
A/n: aight... Three done... Yay, lmk how you like this one:)
