jealous and insecure talos. And reader make sure him, she loved him?
Maybe much smut?
hi noonieee! i'm doing good ty ! and of course!! long time since i last posted for talos, still love my old man a lot ! please let's pretend this is an au after secret invasion and he's doing ok 😔🩷
event guidelines ✮ event masterlist ✮
☕ if you like my writing, support me with a ko-fi !
ONLY YOU — Talos x female reader
Word count: 480.
Genre: smut.
Warnings: jealous sex, p in vi, unprotected sex, all stuff you shouldn't do in real life lol.
When Fury put you back in the field together, this wasn’t what you expected.
The first mission and you were already, almost, fucking it up. The man who was your target got too close to you during the evening, dressed neatly and undercover in the middle of a ball full of rich people and criminals. You knew that your partner would hear every single word of your conversation with the target, but flirting and teasing was necessary once the target put his sole attention on you. Getting your information was a whole lot easier after that, getting to kill him, running past some bullets and two times where you almost got killed before you and your partner returned to the motel you were staying to complete the mission.
Talos was silent the whole drive once he scolded you for sneaking like that, but you stood up for yourself. What came after though, you didn’t expect it. Remembering the events of the night, here you were, between his body and the wall, your back pressing against his chest. His hands were hiking up the skirt of your dress while you tried to hold back a loud cry, his cock stretching you out perfectly with every thrust.
“You have no idea how much I wanted you,” Talos growled, kissing your shoulder. “So fucking ravishing...”
His praise sent chills down your spine and you held tight as much as you could to the wall, moaning and singing his name. His hands gripping both your hips so harsh you knew it would leave marks on you the next day, but it felt so nice. All you could do was cry as his hips striked against your ass.
“You’re mine and mine only,” he whispered, his hand cupping your cheek to lean and take your lips in a hungry, heated kiss.
A pathetic moan past slipped your throat. Fuck, you were so close to get there. You didn’t want him to stop, ever. But you were out of words right now. All that mattered was him, fucking you so good, his fingers now between your legs and rubbing your clit, and his wet kisses running down your skin.
“Shit, I’m- Ohgod!” you whimpered, head falling against his shoulder. You felt the sweet sensation taking over your body exploding. Your throat released the most beautiful cries as he came with you, filling you up perfectly with his hot seed.
“Are you okay?” Talos asked. You could hear his breath hitching and nodded, taking in the aftermath.
“Yeah, just wondering what happened to you,” you replied back letting the weight of your body fall against his own. “I loved it, don’t get me wrong,” you smiled.
“Guess this mission lightened up something inside me.” He kissed your bare shoulder once again. “You’re mine. You belong to me and I belong to you.”
summary: smut drabble, no plot just smut with feels
warnings: no
+18
Talos didn't expect you to feel that way for him. He could never guess you wanted to have him in an intimate way, and it was still surprising to him that such a thing happened: someone falling in love without even knowing his true form. Just catching feelings for a stranger.
But he couldn't deny his attraction towards you. How he found your scent endearing, the touch of your skin on his so soothing.
Even when you ride him, holding him tight against your sweaty chest with trembling arms, he feels so warm, so safe. At peace. He would chase your lips, breathing in your whimpers. Feeding on your horniness. Salivating at the sight of your bare body rocking on his. He would kiss you all the time: on your hair, your cheeks, your lips, the shell of your ear, wanting to feel very closely every reaction your body had to his cock rubbing deep inside of you, every time you moved, every time he touched you or cooed you…
- You are so beautiful…
His voice was no more than a hot breathy whisper in your ear, making you shiver and cum. And he would hold you on his lap while you ride your high, caressing your scalp with his big fingers, kissing your neck, gripping on your waist, letting you take all you needed from him… Then, he would allow himself to cum too, because he can recover so fast that it wouldn’t prevent you too from fucking into the rest of the night…
And when you get spent, he would hold you, nesting your head on his pillowy warm chest, and you would rake your nails on his freckled creamy skin, inhaling his delicious manly scent. He would watch you fall asleep:
Hi I hope you be ok can you do something like that: Talos is insecure for that what If reader become tired of him? But reader make sure him, her loved him in his real face and he's attractive for her!!
I Could Never Get Bored Of You
Talos x Reader
Word Count: 2225
You hadn’t really seen Talos act like this before, usually he was fun and playful and always had the best intentions for you. But now, in recent weeks, he was distant.
You knew he and Fury would occasionally have to work on one secret mission or another, but this was different, he wasn’t away from your home long enough for it to be a secret mission.
Patience wasn’t always your thing, but you had it where Talos was concerned. You owed him that much for saving your life three years ago.
Walking the short distance home at night was never something that usually bothered you, your work was right around the corner, but the journey was full of alleyways. It just so happened that a group of men tried to mug you down one of them on a random Tuesday night.
Talos was there, the second a knife was pulled, you were convinced you were going to die, you couldn’t remember enough of the self defence training you’d had in school to defend yourself properly. That, and you were taken by such surprise that all memory of anything left you immediately.
It was a blurred memory now, but you do remember watching Talos move like the group of men were rag dolls. He was so strong and quick, you were sure it was your imagination at first.
‘Are you okay?’ He said gently kneeling down a short distance from you, trying not to get too close, but enough to actually see if you were okay.
It took you a moment, but when you started to move, you realised that your back was at least bruised, you had scrapes and cuts over your knees and hands and you really weren’t okay.
‘Can I call anyone for you?’ He asked, moving to pick up your bag and tentatively hand it to you. ‘Maybe a taxi or a friend to pick you up?’
His crystal blue eyes looked somehow off and it was then you sore his knuckles were purple. It confused you for a moment, but you thought maybe it was the light making the colour look strange. Talos had caught you looking and subtly moved his hand out of sight.
‘I’m okay.’ You breathed, clearly lying. ‘I don’t live that far anyway.’
He nodded, again not convinced. ‘Would you be comfortable if I offered to walk you the rest of the way? I’ll understand if you say no, I won’t force you.’
There was something so incredibly sweet about the way he asked, still not daring encroach into your space, making sure you really were okay.
‘Thank you.’ You breathed, taking your bag with a shaking hand.
Talos gave you a brief smile, hoping to settle you somewhat. ‘I’m Talos by the way.’
‘Y/N.’
He nodded again, gently. ‘You got everything? They didn’t manage to get away with anything, did they?’
Talos took a step back, giving you more room to check your bag. Everything was in there, including your keys which you took out, sliding one key between your middle and ring finger, just in case.
You were sure he saw it, but he said nothing. Instead, Talos walked you home, always walking the other side of the parked cars, making sure you knew he wasn’t going to attack you or even threaten you.
Talos didn’t even walk into the car park with you, the entrance to your block being around the back, he wanted you to know that he only wanted to help.
After that, you saw him a couple of times wandering around the same area, assuming he lived close by, you introduced yourself properly and thanked him for helping you. He was sweet and kind and always a gentleman, keeping his distance, knowing that you would feel more comfortable that way.
It took a few weeks, but eventually you were scheduling in coffee dates and the occasional dinner. He didn’t seem to want anything from you, he assumed you didn’t want anything from him, but you very quickly realised how attracted you were to him.
Talos had been a little shy around the subject, but always assured you it wasn’t a rejection, he just had a job which didn’t allow for him to get too close to people. He had a natural mistrust of everyone and you understood that.
It was almost six months in before he revealed his true nature, scared you would run away or call the police, he believed you deserved a choice in all things and deserved the truth regardless of the personal cost to himself.
Strangely, nothing about his natural form made you feel any different, in fact, you loved him the more for it. To be brave enough and love you enough to risk everything, you couldn’t imagine how difficult it must have been.
Ever since that day, you made it clear that he never had to take Keller’s form when in your home, of course, he made sure the curtains were closed just in case he was being watched, but you didn’t mind, as long as he was comfortable.
‘Talos?’ You called, hearing the door to your flat close.
‘Just me.’ He yelled back, but his tone was quiet and tired. It must have been a hard day.
You grabbed a towel to dry your hands from doing the dishes and wandered into your living room where he still had Keller’s likeness.
‘Are you okay?’ You asked, closing the curtains so he could change back. ‘You sound a bit tired.’
‘I’m fine.’ Talos nodded, but didn’t change his form. He took his jacket off and hung it up carefully next to your door.
‘Are you sure?’ You half laughed. ‘You seem a bit…’
‘What?’ Talos was keeping a strange distance between you. The length of your three seater sofa, in fact.
‘What’s going on?’ You felt your heart sinking slightly, red flags began popping up in your mind.
‘I told you, nothing.’ Talos shook his head.
You moved back towards the table that sat beneath your window, knowing there was a knife in the drawer.
‘What was the first thing you said to me after you showed me your real face?’ You asked.
Talos frowned, tilting his head. ‘Y/N, it is me. I’m not someone else.’
‘If you’re really Talos, you’ll know the answer.’ You countered, moving to reach into the drawer as subtly as you could.
Talos sighed, clearly irritated by the question. ‘I told you I had no intentions of falling in love in you, but you deserve to be loved by someone who doesn’t have to hide who they are from the world.’
You let out a breath of relief.
‘You need to get better at hiding your movements though,’ Talos added. ‘I knew you were going for the drawer the second you decided to.’
‘Well, I panicked.’ You shot back. ‘I did my best.’
‘I know.’ Talos nodded, but his gaze dropped away. It was quiet for a moment. ‘Have you had a good day?’
It was your turn to tilt your head. ‘Talos, something’s going on here. What is it? Are you in trouble? Am I in trouble? Do we need to go?’
A thousand possibilities ran through your mind, including a scenario Talos had warned you could happen, someone could have found out about his relationship with you and threatened to use you against him.
Talos stepped forward to calm you down. ‘No, no, no one’s in trouble.’ He said, calmly and quietly. It always calmed you down when he spoke like that. ‘I just…’ You recognised his thought pattern, it was one that wasn’t taking him anywhere good. ‘I think we need to reconsider… our relationship.’
It was as if a lead ball had dropped into the pit of your stomach. ‘What do you mean?’ You said, shakily.
‘I mean…’ Talos started, but never finished the sentence.
‘You don’t love me anymore.’ You closed your eyes, feeling the tears fill them.
‘Of course, I love you.’ Talos took another step towards you, within touching distance. ‘Y/N, I love you more than anything in the world.’
‘Then why are you breaking up with me?’ You suddenly demanded.
‘Because you don’t love me anymore!’ Talos suddenly snapped. Clearly something had been building for a while.
‘What are you talking about?’ Your breathing stuttered.
Talos sighed and leaned over the back of your sofa, the one you were supposed to be sitting on, watching some movie to pass the time that evening.
‘Talos-‘
‘A couple weeks ago,’ he started, quietly. ‘We… that night…’ You really needed him to get to the point, what night was he talking about?
‘Talos, you’re scaring me now.’ You felt the tears falling hot on your cheeks.
Talos’ head snapped up. Scaring you was the one thing he could never forgive himself for.
‘Just tell me.’ You quietly begged.
Talos swallowed back the emotion, letting his head drop back down and closing his eyes tight. ‘When we had sex, you were really… you liked it a lot… more than usual.’ Talos sighed and you still couldn’t see the problem. ‘I had this face, his face.’
Talos stood up, taking in a deep breath, but you still weren’t seeing the connection, in fact, you were still trying to remember the night in question.
‘Look, I know that this has never been ideal for you.’ Talos didn’t even look at you for a moment. ‘I know that you’d love to introduce me to your friends, you’d love to do normal things and you can’t because of what I am. And I understand, I get it. I thought I could forget about it, because you never complained… but that night, I realised that you and Keller would actually make a really good fit. He’s a nice guy, a bit repressed, but once you crack him open, he’s a pussycat.’ Talos almost laughed. ‘He could be a better choice for you, I know he could make you happy… give you the kids you want-‘
‘Talos, stop.’ You breathed, still stuttering over every breath. ‘I don’t understand what it going on here. Are you breaking up with me?’
Talos seemed to trip over his thoughts for a moment.
‘You seem to be under the impression that I would prefer another man to the one I’ve chosen.’
‘That’s the problem, I’m not a man,’ Talos countered. ‘I’m not human, I’m a Skrull and you should be with someone who can give you human things, not someone you could get bored with.’
‘Get bored?!’ You exclaimed, outraged. ‘What is God’s name makes you think I’m bored of you?’
‘Because I didn’t look like me when we-‘
‘Oh for God’s sake, Talos!’ You almost screamed. ‘I love you!’ You tried to say it clearly, so he understood. ‘I am in love with YOU! I fell in love with who you are not the face you wear. We had sex that night because I missed YOU.’ You felt like you were exerting more energy than you had, and Talos just stood and watched you. ‘Maybe this is my fault, I should never have told you Keller was attractive, I should have understood you might be insecure about some things-‘
‘Woah, woah, hold on, don’t say it like that.’ Talos put his hand up to stop you. ‘Don’t say it like…’
‘Go on.’ You dared him, but Talos remained silent. ‘Look, if you want to leave, you can leave, any time you want. If you’re bored of me, then fine, okay, I can learn to live with that, but don’t you dare question just how much I love you, the real you. I’m not in love with you because you look like someone you think I find more attractive… I’m in love with you because of everything that makes you who you are. Including… and most especially, what you really look like.’
You folded your arms, half expecting Talos to leave your flat and never come back. Maybe you could have learned to live with it, maybe you could have found a way to move forward and things would eventually be okay again, but it would take time.
Talos stepped towards you slowly, placing the tips of his fingers over your forearms, you opened your eyes to see he’d changed back to his true form.
‘I’m sorry.’ He whispered, softly against your temple. ‘I’m so sorry.’ He said, again. ‘I thought…’
‘You thought wrong.’ You whispered back, lifting your head to see him. You were always drawn to his eyes, deep and unending.
‘Forgive me?’ Talos tilted his head a little.
You smiled gently, still feeling the lead ball slowly lifting from your stomach. ‘Of course.’ You breathed. ‘Just don’t ever do that to me again. I will decide what’s best for me.’ Talos gently nodded. ‘I’ve chosen you, Talos. Everything about you, that is my choice.’ You sniffed, letting him run his hands over your arms and shoulders, hoping to somehow keep you close. ‘You’re so beautiful.’ You whispered. ‘I could never get bored of that.’
Talos’ deep purple eyes snapped to yours again, suddenly his lips pressed hard against you, your arms wrapped around his neck and you felt it, every part of him that loved you, you felt it. You just prayed you would never come so close to losing it ever again.
If you liked this, please consider supporting me ☕ thanks for reading!
This can actually be considered as my first ever [published] finished fic so bear with me, I needed to get this ‘idea’ out of my head. It is not anything special but I am proud of it because I managed to finish it. The beginning is a bit rusty I know!!! If you find any mistakes please let me know.
Let’s hope this finds the right 'talos deserved better' audience
As a renowned field agent, she was sent by her superior to check on the situation in Ixtenco, Mexico where she was met with Nick Fury, Maria Hill, and Quentin Beck. It was easy to earn their trust as she worked towards the same goal. Morocco, Italy, Austria, Czechia, and Germany all went well, it was in London where she discovered the true identities of her superior’s superiors. It was an accident, really. One minute she was sitting in the backseat, tired after long weeks full of traveling, and the next, she was looking at her friends, as she would call them later on, transforming into some … green aliens?
‘’No! Talos, wait,’’ but it was too late, for Maria Hill had already become Soren and Nick Fury could not register Soren’s voice sooner and already transformed into Talos. She was flabbergasted, eyes wide and mouth open.
‘’Well, too late darling,’’ said the one on the left, turning back to her with a smirk, ‘’to be honest, I completely forgot we had you back there, weren’t you sleeping?’’
‘’Talos, this is not funny! You should call Fury now! She can compromise us.’’
‘’No, wait!’’ Said she with her hands in front of her, ‘’I won’t compromise you I promise. I admit this is unexpected, but you’re not the first intraterrestial I worked with. I was just a bit startled and holy shit, I honestly thought I was hallucinating.. So umm, who are you?’’ She asked, out of breath, the signs of previous tiredness long gone.
Both green beings looked at each other and sighed, ‘’All in due time, we have to call Fury now and debrief him on this whole Parker situation, I don’t have a good feeling about it.’’ Said the one on the right, sharpy looking the other one in the eyes.
‘’It’s totally fine, Soren, I mean-’’ he continued the conversation talking about shapeshifters and she honestly could not decipher what was going on. They called Fury, explained, and he disconnected the call before they could mention that she now knows of their true identities.
What a way to end a mission, really.
She started to have a completely different view of the world around her after their conversation. They told her everything she needed to know about the Skrulls and their plan to coexist with humans on Earth, all about the Council and Gravik, a man who wanted it all. She became friends with them fast and when the real Maria Hill came around, they both agreed to help the Skrulls to find their new home among humans, a home where they can feel safe and welcomed in their own green skin.
With the Skrull Resistance in full swing, Talos’ mind was in turmoil. G’iah was gone, Fury was gone and he was slowly losing Soren as well. He felt like she blamed him for G’iah’s defection, which she didn’t. Soren later told her that she did blame him at the start, as he was a general, their beloved general, so he should have done more for their daughter to remain on their side, but the frustration slowly turned to sadness and at the end, she blamed herself. She tried to talk her out of that feeling, but she was not a parent so she couldn’t fully grasp the feeling of helplessness when your child runs away from home. So the only thing she could do to soothe Soren was to hug her. And she hugged her tight every time she saw sadness in Soren’s eyes. This developed an even stronger bond between them and soon they were inseparable.
‘’I remember I read somewhere about the Skrull polygamy and seeing you both so cuddled up together I begin to miss the good ol’ days of our species.’’ Out of sudden, Talos walked into the room and started to talk nonsense, which gained him a glare from both women.
‘’Darling, you were not even born yet when it was practiced, how can you miss it? And if you were actually interested in why we’re so ‘cuddled up’ together, have you not noticed the unexpected snowstorm outside, hm? The temperature has dropped massively and we don’t have any blanket I could offer her,’’ Soren stated as a matter of fact, even though having blankets would be useless for them, ‘’look at her, she’s shivering!’’
Talos stayed quiet for a while, just staring out of the window as if he just noticed the snow outside, even though his jacket was dripping wet from it. ‘’I guess we could acquire a blanket a two.’’
___
‘’I am sorry, I did not realize we got a new roommate in this tiny flat. Care to tell me when did you decide to move in permanently?’’ Talos was not impressed to see her standing in the center of the living room, smiling brightly at the carpet that resembled unicorn puke. ‘’You could’ve left your failed designer-wannabe persona behind, I wouldn’t be mad.’’
‘’Uh, actually it was last week while you were away. Soren told me it was okay,’’ she told him with a smirk, ‘’she also told me you would hate this carpet and would want to burn it. So I bought it.’’ He looked much more harmless in his human form so she felt more at ease when bantering with him, and he was aware of it.
‘’Of course she would say that, why would she even ask her husband. Welcome,’’ he spread his arms and turned on the spot as if he were a real estate agent who had just sold his first apartment. ‘’The carpet IS horrendous and it needs to go. It looks completely out of place and you know what, I’m too tired for this because if you like it, Soren likes it and that means I have to like it too,’’ he sighed in defeat, ‘’can you at least put it more in the corner so I don’t have to see it as soon as I walk into the flat.’’
He couldn’t say no to them.
He could not say no to them even when they both demanded to go on a mission to take down Gravik once and for all. He received a word from one of his men that Gravik would go recruit an independent Skrull settlement. If Gravik took G’iah with him, Soren saw this as a chance to persuade her to come back with them. So they went.
And when the bullets began to fly, one hitting her leg and the other Soren’s stomach, he knew he should’ve said no this one time. G’iah wasn’t even there…
She managed to physically recover fairly quickly, but mentally she was at the bottom. She blamed herself for Soren’s death. She was supposed to protect her, from grief, sadness and all the pain. She failed and she couldn’t even look Talos in the eyes, not that he was anywhere near her. He disappeared as soon as she started to recover.
The flat felt hollow and cold, no trace of the fun and happiness they shared there. The carpet made her sick.
Her efforts to help Skrulls find a new home continued, with the help of the real Maria Hill, they began to gather all possible intel about the radical groups led by Gravik and hijack their plans as secretly as they could manage. Any contact they tried to establish with Fury failed. So they waited.
He found her some months later. He wasn’t actually sure if he would find her in their old flat, a part of him hoped she sold it and moved on but another part wished he would find her there. A small piece of the piece of his life in which he was happy. While walking up the stair, he felt guilty. He needed to leave after Soren’s death but he should not have left her there, alone. He loved her, but not like he loved Soren. The love he has for her is never gonna replace or overpower the love he has for his wife, his beloved wife. Soren once told him, in the secrecy of their bedroom, how connected she felt with her, as if both ends of the red string of fate finally met. Talos believed her, because he felt the same, only he was not yet ready to admit it to himself. She completed them, made them appreciate and love each other even more and now that Soren’s gone, they were incomplete, lost souls searching for the one that made them whole.
So as he finally walked up the stairs, opened the door, and saw the ludicrous carpet rolled in the corner and her, sleeping on the couch, that was way too big for their flat, he felt it. A chance. A chance that maybe they could find solace in each other, and let the rest unravel itself. He realized he needed her in his life, he became too used to her presence and he knows that Soren would most probably whip his ass for leaving her to grief alone. As he watches her peaceful, unaware, and deeply asleep form, he makes a promise to never leave her again. A promise to Soren, himself, and to Her.
AN: Hey everybody, welcome to my new fic! I have been obsessing over Secret Invasion recently (three guesses why) and I wish that we had more glimpses into the relationship between young G'iah and Talos. And voila, this fic was born. The warnings for this chapter include canon typical behaviour by the Dursleys towards Harry, child abandonment, mentions of physical violence, and canonical character death.
The mood board was made by me on Canva and the images are not mine; credit to the original owners. Also, Talos is a single dad in this fic and there will be some references to Secret Invasion and some spoilers for Marvel movies.
Tagging: @ashifloof
If you want to be added to the tag list, let me know.
Chapter 1
“I still don’t understand why you don’t like chocolate chip mint ice cream, dad.” G’iah complained as she threw her used serviette in the bin with one hand and held onto her dad’s hand with her other.
Talos shook his head, wrinkling his nose in disgust, “You always ask that and my reply never changes. There are too many flavours in that type of ice-cream. There are times when simple is better and this is one of them.”
“But strawberry ice-cream is so boring,” G’iah whined while Talos led them out of the park in Surrey. She and her dad had come to Surrey so her dad could do some work for Fury. G’iah didn’t know all of the details but she knew that she and her dad needed to be careful which meant that they couldn’t be in their normal forms and they had to hide. Thankfully, it was their last day in Surrey.
Talos let out an amused snort, “There’s a reason that it’s a classic.”
G’iah didn’t respond which worried Talos. When it came to the topic of her favourite ice-cream, his daughter always had a lot to say in the matter. Suddenly, she pulled her hand from his and ran back into the park.
“G’IAH!” Talos cried, racing after her.
He knew his daughter could hear him as he shouted her name in worry but she was choosing not to respond and after running for about a minute, she came to an abrupt stop next to the swings. Relief swept over Talos and he crouched down in front of her. He gripped her shoulders and turned her to face him.
“Don’t ever do that again,” he chided.
“But dad!” G’iah protested, “There’s a boy from school on the swings and he’s all alone!”
Talos furrowed his brow and looked over at the swings. G’iah was right. Seated on one of the swings, looking miserable and resigned at the same time was a young boy. If Talos had to guess, he would say that the boy couldn’t have been older than six but he was dressed in a school uniform that looked two sizes too big for him.
Talos removed his arms from G’iah’s shoulders and she cautiously walked over to the boy. “I’ve seen you at school.”
The boy nodded and looked down at his feet.
“My name is G’iah,” she continued. “What’s yours? Where are your parents?”
“My name is Harry Potter,” the boy replied in a bashful tone. “My parents are dead and I live with my aunt, uncle and cousin.”
“Well where are they?” G’iah demanded, putting her hands on her hips and scowling.
“I think they went home.”
“Without you?” Talos questioned.
Harry nodded and wrapped his hands around the chains of the swing, gripping them tightly. From where he was standing, Talos could see the whites of the boy’s knuckles.
For a moment, Talos was silent. His facial expression was neutral and betrayed no hint to the feelings of protectiveness and fury that were warring inside of him. Talos could never imagine his relationship with G’iah breaking down to the point where he didn’t know where his daughter was.
“It’s not safe for you to be here by yourself,” Talos eventually stated with a barely controlled voice. “We’ll take you home.”
Harry looked reluctant but jumped off of the swing, “They probably haven’t noticed that I’m not with them. It’s not like I really think of Number 4 Privet Drive as home anyway.”
Talos was reluctant to take the boy to the address that he had just unknowingly given them. Throughout his travels, he had seen many orphans that craved a home and because of the loss of Skrullos, Talos could sympathise with them. He and Nick had been working to place orphaned and lost Skrull children with the Skrulls on Earth so that the adults could protect and raise the children as their own. It was an arduous process but Talos believed it was also a fulfilling one.
Harry’s expression tugged at his heartstrings and G’iah appeared to be similarly affected.
“Dad—” she began but was interrupted by a male voice bellowing Harry’s full name.
Harry gasped and shrunk into himself. G’iah reached out a hand to him but the gesture went unseen by Harry.
Once again, Talos carefully controlled his expression and pivoted so that he could face the person that had shouted. Approaching the group with a deceptive amount of speed was a morbidly obese man with an incredibly thin woman scurrying after him and a young overweight boy trailing after her. Talos knew instantly that these people were Harry’s aunt, uncle, and cousin.
Talos changed his posture so that his shoulders were straight and his feet were a shoulder’s width apart. All of the hand-to-hand combat techniques that he had learned and developed during his time as a general flooded his mind and he began to search for weaknesses and vulnerable areas on his opponent that he could use to his advantage if the situation became physical.
If Talos had blinked, he would have missed the way the man’s eyes zeroed in on G’iah, her proximity to Harry and her outstretched hand. The man continued barrelling forwards and Talos had the horrible fear that he would push G’iah out of the way to get to Harry because he thought she was in his way.
“Step away from my daughter.” Talos ordered in a low voice and the man stopped at the sound of his voice.
The obese man sneered at Talos and Talos guessed that the man relied on his size and intimidation to get his way. The Skrull fought the temptation to reveal his normal eyes; doing so could place G’iah in more danger. Talos had faced beings like this man before and he knew that they crumbled at the thought of insulting someone more politically or socially powerful than they were.
“My name is Roland Keller,” he lied using the alias that he had adopted when he had infiltrated SHIELD. He was thankful that he was still wearing his suit and tie. “My daughter and I came to Surrey on business. The head of my organisation requested me to lead the project personally.”
The man appeared to freeze and Talos could see the cogs in his brain turning. “I believe you were told to step away from my daughter.”
