Tintin x Fem reader (That he thought that was a man) CUZ I lov buff women ngl 😔
This one was kinda "new". An ask from 2025 still but even so,sorry for being late.
Warnings: violence,shooting and cursing.
[Name] = Your name (Female)
Tintin finally managed to get in.
Fixing his cap and uniform,he walked out and headed to the actress's room putting on the facial mask at last,glad that it was obligatory since it helped his disguise. He needed to keep an eye on her to find the clue about the new scheme Rastapopoulos was trying to do under the surname of “Lincolnshire”,using her as a cover up for a good amount of money. As soon he found out she needed bodyguards,he jumped into the opportunity and with a little help from the Thompsons,he was hired along someone else.
Stopping in front of her door,he knocked and got a low “Come in”,excusing himself as he stepped into the room. The actress was well known for her doll face and incredible acts full of emotion and life.
“Miss Starlight,good evening. I'm your new bodyguard,Tin- Timothy” — quickly changed at last minute,using his own name would ruin the plan,even letting out a small sigh of relief when the actress didn't react to his stutter.
“Timothy? What a poor name,aren't you too short to be a bodyguard? The things I have to endure” — She said with a sigh and dramatic melancholia to it,the damsel in distress through and through. — “I will call you T and get used to it. This is N and I expect for you both to jump into a bullet for me,that's why I'm paying you two for” — ah yes,a true and classic actress,arrogant and cruel with a doll face and soft spoken voice. The journalist had to hold the urge to roll his eyes at the pattern and nod to her words.
“I have a meeting today with mister Lincolnshire after the show and you two will get my things packed and ready as soon as it ends,my dirty clothes need to be cleaned carefully,they are expansive and fragile,if you two ruin even a single piece I will make you pay for it! And also…” — she followed her rant of orders and overall brat behavior,using bodyguards as servants,once again,not out of the usual from people like her but at least,he was on the right track,a few minutes in and he was already going to follow her to a meeting with Rastapopoulos,lucky day.
After a long tirade of childish demands,she finished her make-up and got up,walking out and snapping her fingers to be followed. Both Tintin and the other bodyguard fall one step behind her as they walk. Looking to his side slightly,the redhead had a closer view of his partner. Noticeably taller,not that being taller than him was that difficult,but the muscular built and disciplined posture attracted attention,using the same black clothes,cap and mask. He really looked like a bodyguard.
“N,help me up” — the actress's voice cut the observation,his colleague nodded silently, carrying her into the platform she would use for her dramatic entrance.
‘Strong and disciplined,must be from the military,if so,might have contacts..this could be useful’,he thought to himself.
“Now go keep guard of me,go go go” — she waves her hand dismissively and both of them nod,turning around and walking to the hall.
“I'm sorry to ask,but I couldn't earlier since Miss Starlight was giving our orders,but what's your name? Mine is Timothy,like I had said” — He tried a small talk,being difficult to gauge a reaction because of the mask but kept a light friendly tone to not come off as too pushy,although his colleague didn't seem so receptive and remained silent. — “staying focused I see,I'm sorry for any disturbance” — he said softly but once again,no reaction.
‘Stoic and no talk,tough guy’. Thought with a small sigh.
The show started,the crowd cheered at the actress entrance and focused on her impeccable act while her bodyguards kept an eye on things. The show reached its half,going smoothly until a small commotion began to stir at the back of the theater,close to the doors. Miss Starlight mentioned in the middle of her rant that Lincolnshire was the one who suggested she get new bodyguards,maybe Rastapopoulos knew they would go after her first than him? If so,he wasn't just using her as a cover up but also a target to deceive himself as a target! What a monster to use people like objects like this but now,what was the reason?
Tintin took a deep breath to keep his head in place and focused. Before he could walk up to the commotion,N stopped him and pushed the boy back closer to the stage while looking fixed at the entrance door.
“Up to the stage. Now” — the bodyguard finally spoke,the journalist seemed confused but as soon he saw his partner pulling his gun,he acted just in time.
“STOP THE SHOW! STARLIGHT,YOU'RE A DEAD WOMAN!” — The door slam opens and a group of men come in. One of them screams,shooting to the ceiling and setting the chaos ablaze.
“T! N! Protect me!” — She screams in fear and N is the first to move, already running up the stage and standing in front of her like a shield.
“Grab her and run!” — Tintin didn't waste a second,dragging the actress from the stage while N fired against the invaders.
“Quick miss Starlight,this way-” — Soon he could hear heavy steps approaching,it was a full invasion but it didn't make sense,such a big group going after only one person? Did the actress were involved in something deeper than meets the eye?
The screaming coming from the actress broke his line of thought,terrified by the group coming after her. He pulled the gun,aiming at the levers of those heavy sacks of sand making them fall on top of the first group, opening a space for him to drag the actress between them, stopping as soon he heard more of them coming.
“Miss Starlight,why are there so many people after you?” — With the chaos installed,there was no need to pretend,she could be a victim and it was reason enough to help her but he would need information.
“I don't pay you to ask questions! I pay you to protect me!!” — She answered stubbornly, making the journalist groan in frustration stopping right in front of another group,a bit smaller but still,five against one wasn't a fair fight, even more so when all of them had guns.
“Hand this stubborn woman to us pal and you might live another day” — One of them spat and stepped up,speaking in a low dangerous tone,the gun already aimed at the redhead.
“Annoying as always Denise,shut up and come with us already!” — She froze,the color drained from her face,not expecting to hear her real name. Tintin was in a tough spot,too many questions,no answers and to make matters worse,he heard footsteps coming from behind. In an instinctive move,his eyes scanned everything in a matter of seconds,when it landed on the lamps,he raised his hand and shot them, turning the hall into a black space.
Without hesitation,he grabbed the actress' wrist and got into the first dress room he found,staying silent while hearing the men's angry curses and searching around. By the grace of the goddess of luck,they passed by and both the journalist and the actress let out a deep and long relieved sigh.
“No no no,how do they know? They shouldn't know! What mister Lincolnshire is doing?!” — Starlight began to rumble under her shaky breath,the situation still affecting her more than she cares to admit.
“Miss Denise” — Tintin called,taking his cap and mask. “I'm Tintin,a journalist and i'm trying to unmask Rastapopoulos new ordeal,he also attend by the name of Lincolnshire and is probably using you,if you tell me what you know-” — Just as he was about to finish,his luck caught up to him again as quick steps approach. He quickly gets in front of her and aims his gun at the door.
“Stay outside or I'll shot!” — He warned when they began to knock.
“It's N,open it” — Surprisingly,the actress was the one to rush at the door and unlock it,to Tintin's absolute relief,it was indeed him.
He lowered the gun with a sigh. N came in and locked the door once again,as if the night couldn't stop having turns,the actress hugged the bodyguard tightly.
“[Name]...[Name] they found me,they know my name,I'm sorry..I was stupid,I'm sorry I'm so sorry…” — That was Denise,a far cry to the arrogant and cruel actress called Starlight,she sounded vulnerable,small and mostly regretful.
“Don't you tell,I thought they were after me though” — the soft voice that came was a surprise,but he wasn't prepared for when you took off your hat and mask. Your features,hair and the soft gaze you had while looking down at your younger sister hugging you tightly like the old times when she ran for protection.
‘. . .A woman?’. To say he was stunned was an understatement. He didn't notice how much he was staring,trying to take the flurry of new information into his head. Starlight was Denise,there's an invasion happening,many groups after only one person,she’s being used by Rastapopoulos,something happened,she is the target and [Name]...is a woman.
“What do we do now,[Name]? It's full of them out there” — Her voice is still small,fearful while clinging to your shirt. Your hand caresses her hair a bit trying to sooth your little sister's nerves. The boy came back to his senses after a little while,shaking his head and taking a step forward.
“Miss Denise and..Miss..[Name]” — he said a bit cautiously,receiving the gaze of both sisters. “I'm not Timothy,my name is Tintin,a journalist and i have proofs that mister Lincolnshire,which real name is Rastapopoulos is using miss Denise as a bait to be the target instead of him” — the actress's face fall slowly,betrayal and sadness clear on her eyes while yours had a controlled anger,having to take a deep breath to remain focused.
“I understand,since day one I had a bad feeling about that piece of shit,but he helped my sister's career so I stayed silent. What a stupid move” — you say under your breath,moving Denise away a bit with a hand still on her shoulder.
“I understand the sentiment,but we have to use it to our advantage. Rastapopoulos doesn't expect for Miss Denise to appear,but we will go and bring those men with us.”
“But..they will shoot as soon as they see us..” — the actress said with some doubt,greatly affected by the whole situation. You squeeze her shoulder lightly in a reassuring gesture.
“Hey,I promised to always protect you,don't doubt me now” — You smiled,patting her head a bit, managing to soothe some of her worry before looking back at the boy in front of you.
“Sorry for not introducing myself formally,I wanted to stay as neutral and silent as possible. I'm [Name],Denise's older sister,nice to meet you Tintin” — You reach for a handshake and he complies,having to tilt his head up a bit to look at you.
“Good to meet you too..ma'am” — his eyes made a quick up and down,noticing more feminine features making him feel a bit silly and guilty for misreading. “Ok,miss Denise,please change into something less flashy for us to be able to get out without dragging much attention,miss [Name],your gun still has bullets?” — The young sister gets changed and you shake your head.
“No,only two cartridges left,take one” — You say simply,grabbing the other cartridge from your pocket and handing it to him. He nods,already counting how much he can waste and how much he should keep to be safe,putting on his pockets just in time Denise got out with more simple clothes,far from the Starlight ideal.
“Hey! Has anyone checked those doors?!...then start,you morons!” — Just when everyone was ready,orders were heard from probably one of the leaders of the attack followed by the sound of doors being kicked open and getting close.
“No no no..! They're coming,sis!” . “Just go back to the changing room and hide,we still your bodyguards after all” — You said with a small,but confident grin,nodding at her who does it too and quickly rushed back in.
“That's gonna be a hell of a ride,ready?” . “You could say so.” — the boy answered,staying side by side with you,waiting for the wave of enemies.
Holding the pistol firmly and with a tense posture, the sound of the doors being forced open grew closer and closer until finally, they kicked open the door to the dressing room where you were. “Alright,where's that foolish woman at?! I know you two must know it” — The leader stepped first,a stud grumpy-looking man with a cigar in his mouth and a gun in his right hand.
“Why are you guys after Miss Starlight? What are your reasons?” — Call it foolish,but even in a situation like this,the questions still needed answers and now might be the only moment he will have to gather them from those men. Watching the leader laugh,the boy's hold tightened on the gun.
“Wanna know why? That bitch robbed us! She grabbed our money to fund her stupid career,using Lincolnshire,an old friend of our boss as bait!” — He screamed in clear indignation. So that was the narrative Rastapopoulos was spinning around,he made himself the victim. ‘What a disgusting monster’ he couldn't stop the thought.
Also,something he couldn't stop was you,pouncing at the leader as soon he dared to curse at your young sister. To say “pounce” was an understatement,your gun forgotten as you managed to grab the man by his collar before he could properly shoot,losing a bullet to the wall in a missed attempt. “Do not,call my sister like that you piece of shit!” — You said as your fist connected with the man's head in a clean blow. His head bounced back from the heavy impact.
Tintin didn't have time to feel impressed as the other man came in to help their leader. Getting cover,he shoots, forcing them to also seek shelter against the flying bullets. The leader was out cold after three harsh punches. Throwing his body away you find a place to hide and remember about the gun,shooting as well. The gunfire,to your luck was short-lived,both sides had wasted too many bullets before and were running low. The journalist kept two on his gun for emergencies while you just threw the empty gun away. Both moving out from the hiding spots sizing the opportunity to attack while they tried to reload.
“Dammit!—forget the gun! Beat them!—” — And he was unfortunate enough to be the one nearby. With a piece of wood from the broken door,Tintin hit the guy straight in the head,knocking the first one down. The others didn't waver,soon pulling knives and cornering you two,the numbers were still in their favor,two down,more six to go. They were armed,you and him,no.
“Watch it!” — If the situation wasn't critical,the sheer scene would be comical to the young man. In a second,he was the target of a stab attempt,the next he was being held by the back of his collar,hearing “kick!” like a command thrown for a dog. Although he still did as he was told,his feet landed a quick but efficient hit on one of the guy's faces before being put back on the floor.
Back to back again,you and Tintin swing around. Covering each other's flanks and openings while trying to dodge the knives. Your unmoving stance was the wall the journalist used to bounce back,while his definitive right hook cleared your path from one side to focus on the other. When the number fell drastically,the last man tried to run away,with a quick glance between you and the boy,you held his forearm tightly and threw him,just enough to reach the guy before he could escape,hitting the side of his arm to make he stumble back,still awake to get some info but too hurt to try anything.
“I have to say,you possess amazing strength,Miss [Name]” — the redhead said slightly out of breath after the extortion,suddenly aware of his grip on her forearm and letting go. “Sorry,didn't mean to hold too still”
“No worry,you're lighter than I thought.” — Chuckling,you turn back,walk straight to the still awake guy and grab the collar of his shirt. “Now you,start talking,explain this shit about being friends with Lincolnshire and how my sister robbed your idiot boss!”
“Tsk,you damn—!” — You land a good hit,not strong enough to make him pass out,just to make your point clear. “Give me answers!”
“a-alright! I-i will! Just please..not again..” . “Then start” — You loose the hold,letting the guy fall back down on the floor,clenching his injured arm while hissing from the pain.
“O-our boss…had made some..some deals with this guy,the Lincolnshire. They..have some agreements and the deals have been really lucrative,so they became like ‘friends’,bullshit. If Lincolnshire walked out of line we would end him too.” — He almost mocks the idea,but the pain makes him suck in a breath and shift to lean his back on the wall. “But then,suddenly much,really much money was being taken from the deal,from our boss's part and he got angry. Lincolnshire quickly pointed at Starlight,saying she was,like,a manipulator and was trying to mess up our business,then..we were sent to finish her.” — The boy's mind was in a chaos of brainstorming. Pieces falling into places like it haven't before.
“She was a bait from the beginning,much money to fund this type of career is the best excuse,the money…he must be taking half to him and giving her way less,he's deceiving both Starlight and the boss from this group,but the main plain…what is it..” — as if he couldn't keep the thoughts in,he passed around the wreckage,thinking out loud to seize the clues and find a new direction.
“Hey,which deals do your boss make,mostly?” . “..well..money wash..and selling drugs..”
The new,shimmering rumor and the crazy man he found that made him want to dig into this case. That man wasn't just “crazy” he was under a heavy effect of a new circling drug as the Thompson twins have reported back a few days later,Rastapopoulos has a vast history in this matter. “Lincolnshire is trying to monopolize the the new drug market, which he himself must have paid someone to create, using Starlight as bait and having her killed, would remove him from the list as the innocent one until he could completely pull the rug out from under the gang leader and still come out as the good guy in the story,Eureka!”
“What?! He wanted to kill my sister?!” . “He…wanted me dead?” — Denise finally moves from her hiding spot,her face filled with both sadness,despair and horror upon being used as a dummy for a filthy man's plans. Tears swell up in her eyes and you quickly gather her in your arms,she soon breaks down against your chest,letting the tears fall hugging you like before,when she was scared of a bug who flew inside the house. However,this time was different and much more complicated,even so,you would never turn back on your word,you would keep her safe.
Tintin lets you sooth your sister while thinking quietly on the next steps. First,find Rastapopoulos hideout,second destroy the stock of the new drug and last,put him in jail once and for all. “Hey,do you know by chance if your boss would meet with Lincolnshire any day soon?” — He turned back to the guy whose eyes were only still open because of his hurt arm.
“yeah..today,at 10pm. Discuss some..bullshit about business,I don't care man,I just focus on the money” — The poor man said tiredly,letting the back of his head hit the wall. “and by how much I just told yall,I'm a dead man so fuck it. Kick their asses or whatever,just let me alone alright? And make that…that monster of a woman stays away from me too,a woman who punches like that wasn't something I wanted to feel before my death.” — He grunted the last part,more like a complaint than a request.
“You won't,you might be a member of a gangue,but still,dying isn't right,you will be in jail along with the others.” . “Yeah,go dreaming kid” — He mocks,dragging his body away,not really posing a threat.
“We're going after him,this Lincolnshire or whatever might be this bitch and you,you will go back to our mother's house and stay there until I come back” . “W-what..? But—!”
“I said what I said. I want you safe,first and foremost,I've dealt with worse,believe in your big old sis,I will come back.” — you cut her sentence,the hesitancy and fear in your little sister's eyes made your chest tighten but if you didn't move,she could become a target again. Reluctantly,she nods,hugging you tightly once more. “I've always believed,just please..please come back,safe and sound”
“Can't promise without some scratches though” — You play to ease the tension,but receive a punishing pinch on your side. “Ouch! Alright I'm sorry!” . “You dork…” — Denise breathes,slightly more calm and moves away.
“You,Tintin right? Bring her back without a scratch,or else I will come for your soul!” — She narrowed her eyes and with a petulant huff,walked out. “It..seems to be a family thing,being strong in various ways i mean” — He commented,dragging a low laugh from you.
“Don't let yourself be fooled by an angelic face,she's a little devil when she wants,I would hide my soul if I was you.” — You shrug,seeking some ammunition from the knocked out bodies on the floor. “I will try,although I suppose accepting my fate is more fitting in this situation.” — He answered,accepting some of the cartridges from you.
“So..by that fighting style,army?” — He began slowly,his curiosity peaked by the other discovery of the day,you. “Kinda. It was difficult not to be when my dad was a colonel and I hated the idea of needing to marry to have a good life. Made my own path and now I gain good money and live like I wanted since the beginning. Funny enough,my mom hates it but dad loves it.” — You shrug with a smirk. Being the oldest with an ex colonel of a father was hell,but you carved your way out with tooth and nails.
“Can't say it wasn't expected but,even so…” . “Waited for a put together woman rather than a military build for war type?” — You've hit it square in so much that he had to look away slightly to hide the faint guilty embarrassed blush.
“Relax,you're not the first,nor the last. For now,let's be a good team and take down Lincolnshire once and for all” — Looking back,you smiled,big and bright,offering your hand in a handshake. The redhead felt a bit caught off guard,not in a bad way,just seemed like the more he stopped to look at you, really look,the more he saw it. Far from the initial impression and more like,the real [Name].
“Yes,it's my pleasure to make a great team with you,Miss [Name]. We're going to stop this,just a friendly warning before throwing me around again would be very much appreciated” — He let some cheeky undertone slip through his usual composure,smiling when you laughed and shaking your hand back,he felt a flicker of curiosity. What more could he know about the [Name] before him? Even without the response,he felt the invisible pull and a different excitement,an anticipation that had nothing to do about the case.
“I suppose I can try” — You say with a shrug,turning to follow your sister out of the theater alongside him.
“am I…really that light?” . “Yep,like a feather.”
N/A: damn,4,1k. And i always hated the way I've writed this one on the first place,but then i was hit with the idea and boom,more 2k words before i could stop myself lol. This could kinda have a part two,but i think its ok how it ended. Anyway! I hope you guys liked and had a good time reading,bye bye♥
