I adore those Firefighter!Clark and Doctor!Wayne AU's, thought I'd finally doodle that today. Some crazy bombed Gotham General... 😮💨
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A/N: saw this video where a girl pretended to roll her ankle to get the hot medic to take care of her and yeah. what if i said firefighter!clark.
Pairing: Firefighter!Clark Kent x Fem!Reader
Summary: You think of the perfect excuse to get the attention of Metropolis’ finest firefighter. 1.2k words
Warnings: fluff, flirting, kissing, established relationship, pet names (sweetheart, darling, hotshot)
"Is everyone alright?"
Oh, but you hadn't been alright since he showed up on the scene—the aftermath of some otherworldly battle. Since he stepped off the engine in those thick boots and cinched pants, you hadn't been seeing straight.
So, naturally, you ended up on the ground, cradling your ankle and whining about how it planted weird as you were fleeing. A stranger flags the towering firefighter, and for just a moment, you lock eyes.
Now, Clark would never admit to reckless use of his x-ray vision, but you and your ankle seemed perfectly fine to him. But with the imminent danger gone, and his colleagues already tending to other civilians, he had time to spend. He just got lucky that this one was real pretty.
"What’s the matter, miss?"
And your heart's already fluttering, rushing in your ears when he looks through you with those big, glassy eyes.
"My ankle. Twisted it on a crack," you say, gesturing behind you at the uneven pavement.
"Damn useless infrastructure," he hums with a voice smooth as silk with just a sprinkle of playfulness, "Here, let's get you to a bench."
And he flashes this glimmering, pageant-worthy smile that makes you think he ought to be doing anything but fighting fires and serving the community. This guy must have a serious heart of gold to ignore the call of a full-time modeling career.
"Can you put any weight on it?" the large and conveniently handsome fireman cradles your elbow carefully, helping you onto your 'good' leg.
"You are really beautiful," you huff.
He’s startled by the compliment, flushing pink while guiding you to the closest park bench.
"Why thank you, miss." There’s a subtle southern drawl there that you'd miss if you weren't prematurely infatuated with him. You’re starting to think you might have to become a serial arsonist just to see him more often. "Does it hurt when I do this?"
He’s suddenly knelt at your feet, holding your calf and slowly rotating your foot to pinpoint the pain. Or at least, he hopes that’s what it seems like he's doing. He’s really just entertaining whatever motive you must have for faking an injury. He’d never admit it, but he'd take any excuse to receive compliments from a pretty girl like you.
"D’you have a first name, mister Kent of Metropolis Fire Department?"
He chuckles at the formality in your tone, ducking his head trying to mask the heat rising to his cheeks. He’s never felt more like a giddy schoolgirl.
"Clark. Clark Kent of Metropolis Fire Department," he says.
"It’s a pleasure, Clark Kent," you coo, "Come here often?”
“Believe it or not, I do. There’s always some rogue bicycle incident or explosive extraterrestrial that requires our presence. City center seems to be a popular breeding ground for emergencies.”
“Maybe I’m the one who should come here more often,” you tease, cocking a brow when he glances up at you through his dark lashes.
He grins, and you’re blinded. He’s the kind of beautiful that makes your heart race no matter how used to it you think you might be. The dimples in his cheeks only stand to mock you. Clearly, the universe is playing favorites.
“I’ll get you an ice pack. Don’t go anywhere.” Your firefighter stands, blocking the sun until it halos around his dark curls, painting him an adonis.
“Wait!” you plead, “I have to tell you something.”
He turns to you, hands planted squarely on his hips as a sly smirk graces his expression.
“What’s that, darlin’?”
And oh, how the butterflies stir in your stomach. Suddenly, you’re nervous to tell him, but you feel like you’ve wasted enough of his time flirting and damsel-in-distressing.
“I didn’t really twist my ankle,” you admit with a disappointed sigh. He looks confused with a raised eyebrow, scrutinizing your guilty face with a quirked smile.
“Oh, really?” he teases.
“Yeah,” you huff, “but it was a pretty good excuse to spend time with a handsome firefighter.”
He holds out his hand with subtle and half-hearted exasperation. His smile gives him away, and it’s even better from up close when you let him pull you to your feet, catching a gentle waft of his woodsy yet sweet cologne.
“How about I give you my number and you can spend time with me whenever you want. Off the clock.”
It leaves you stunned for a second. You can’t do much more than gaze into his deep blue eyes thinking it’s not a bad view from here. Your heart races when you check back into reality.
“Clark Kent, that was incredibly smooth. You use that on all the ladies you rescue?”
“No, just the ones who don’t need rescuing at all. Or give me small, individually wrapped candies from their purse.”
“Well, good thing this worked out because I forgot my candy purse at home today.”
“And what a disaster it would’ve been if you had remembered! I’d probably just have to marry you all over again.”
You giggle when he slips his hand around your waist and across your lower back. It truly never gets easier to be away from your civil servant sweetheart, so you came up with this ruse one day just to see him more often (and promptly made him promise to play along). So long as it wouldn’t get in the way of those in need, you reasoned. But timing was always on your side when it came to Clark.
“In the middle of the city center?”
“Right here, right now, sweetheart. I was just on one knee, we’re already half-way there.”
“We’re making great time, maybe we should take a little detour,” you whisper, slipping your arms up over his shoulders. He hums softly under his breath. You take an indulgent tug of his curls, and he gets this subtly stern look on his face that makes your stomach flip just enough. “A little something for the road.”
“I think we’ve got time for that,” he says. He dips his head, tilting to fit himself against your soft mouth. You smile into his kiss and feel yourself press closer to his warm chest. Metropolis melts away at the beat of your hearts together. You think you ought to convince him to run away with you. But you know these musings are only a symptom of Clark kissing you silly. And they all vanish into thin air when he presses his tongue to the seam of your lips.
“Kent! You’re on call, no time for kissing strangers!” his chief hollers.
“She’s my wife! Gimme two goddamn seconds!”
He turns back to you with that sweet excitement that’s typically reserved for overzealous puppies and babies in candy stores. He takes your face in his big hands and gives you a handful of wet, farewell kisses until you’re a giggling mess in his grasp.
And he can’t stop himself from pulling away just to look at you. Hands dropping to your jaw and waist, giving him a perfect view of your well-kissed lips and softened expression.
“See you tonight, hotshot,” you tease. And with that, he gives your ass a pat goodbye before jogging back towards the engine. He smiles to himself all the way back to the station.
🔥 He's quick to jump at the opportunity to save a cat from a tree and even gives it a few head scratches before handing the beloved pet back to its owner (even when he's not on duty he still does it)
🔥 He loves honking the horn in his truck when he sees people gesture at him to do it, especially when it's a kid. It always puts a smile on his face while they cheer
🔥 If there's people inside a burning building that he must save, he talks them through the journey out and tells them to focus their attention on him and that everything will be okay
🔥 Even when he's not on duty he can't help but jump into action when needed, getting some questionable looks from people who don't know him
🔥 Of course, he's oggled by everyone he saves, specifically people who get stuck in elevators. He's humble but can't help but laugh when their jaws drop once those doors open
🔥 He enjoys recounting events that happened at work and can't help but go on about why he loves his job so much
🔥 When your smoke alarm beeps due to low battery, he starts to fix it without being asked, giving you a sight for sore eyes(you purposely don't change the batteries so you can see him like this)
🔥 If a kid comes by the station because they want to see the trucks, he loves showing them his and even let's them honk the horn
