☆Tintin special compilations☆
Incorrect quotes (For my boy's Bday!)
Vampire!Tintin: can you please stop and hear me at once?!
*End up using hipnoses on Haddock without noticing*
Haddock,answering in trance:...yes...lad...
Vampire!Tintin,quietly smiling a bit smug.
[Name]: don't- stop with that smile you little menance thing.
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[Name]: Tintin? Tintin where are-
*Look at the dark hallway and seen two pairs of glowing red eyes staring at you*
[Name]:.... *run for your life*
Vampire!Tintin: *get worried and run towards you making things worst*
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Tintin: if you two...can not manage to not kill each other while i'm gone..
Sakharine: Oh please,we are not childrens.
*Tintin walk off*
Haddock: eat shit and die!
Sakharine: yes,fuck you.
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Tintin: Oh...oh please captain,don't cry..
Haddock,crying his ass out: i'm such an idiot..!
Tintin: no no...there there..
Haddock,still crying: i miss my mother....
Tintin: oh..that's deeper than i wanna go-
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Tintin:...wife? Why i would be the wife..?
Chang: because you're attentive,sweet and look good in white.
Tintin:
Tintin,lightly blushing:...Chang you can't just say stuff like that..
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*[Name] walking to their kitchen to drink water in the middle of the night*
*Two pair of red eyes looking at them because Tintin break in*
Vampire!Tintin: Oh...
[Name]:.....why??
Vampire!Tintin:....hungry-
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Tintin,looking at haddock shooted on the floor: WHAT DID YOU DO?!
Villain[Name],holding the gun: HE SHOWED OUT OF NOWHERE! I PANICKED-
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*Haddock,drunk and crying while Tintin is comforting him*
Alan,ready to make things worse: looks like someone has daddy issues.
Haddock,full of alcohol on his blood: I do NOT have daddy issues!! I'M PAPA'S SPECIAL FUCKING BOY!
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[Name]: Isn't it weird that people kill mosquitoes just because they're annoying?
Haddock: Damn, if people did that to each other, Tintin would've killed me years ago.
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[Name], learning how to drive: What happens if i press the gas and the brake at the same time?
Haddock: The car takes a screenshot.
Tintin: Please pull over. I’m driving now.
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A/N: HI THERE TINTIN FANDOM!! I'm profusily sorry for the late even more because of my beautiful boy's birthday,Hazbin hotel really got me but! Tintin's still my number 1 so i'm here. And! Just to prove,i have some other storys and request ready that i'll post probably one by one or two weeks while i write something quite...tragic. Another fic that i'll post on AO3 so y'all know it's big. Anyways! I'm still here so please fandom come back i miss y'all 😭
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The incessant ticking of the grandfather clock was about to drive Tintin mad. It wasn't even: the pendulum hadn't been set straight, causing the clock to tick like a heart beat. Just like Tintin's, but his was faster, about to break through his ribs. Pinpricks of tingling pain fired through his ankle, reminding him that his crouched position behind the broken drum was growing increasingly uncomfortable the longer he waited. He almost went to change his position when the tap of Italian leather on the old floor echoed through the room. He froze.
"Where are you hiding?"
A shiver ran down Tintin's spine as the leather shoes stopped inches from his face. "It's like looking in a rabbit's burrow in here. A maze."
Sakharine's deceptively soothing voice bounced around the endless bric-a-brac and it felt to Tintin as though he was surrounded. He didn't move, holding his breath as he watched the shoes move on.
"Come on out, little rabbit. I promise I won't shoot."
It was moments like these that made Tintin regret leaving his revolver at home. Even his faithful dog Milou was nowhere to be seen, trapped outside with the ferocious guard dog in the garden. All he wanted was his model ship, but now he was being hunted by a madman. Surprisingly not the most unusual moment of his career, but certainly blood-chilling.
A low whistle sounded and Tintin nearly jumped as Sakharine became whistling a tune. Soon the whistle turned into a hum and then into an innocent tune with words.
"On the farm, ev'ry Friday
On the farm, it's rabbit pie day
So ev'ry Friday that ever comes along
I get up early and sing this little song"
The yellow beam of Sakharine's torch flashed past him, vanishing quickly as the man moved on. Tintin leaned back slowly, praying that the darkness would cloak his movements. Sakharine's red-clad back could be seen in between the dusty globe and an old statue, moving as he continued singing.
"Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run
Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run."
Now was his chance. Praying desperately, Tintin shot out from his hiding spot and bolted between the rows of junk, glancing back at Sakharine's menacing smile. In the pale moonlight, his broad grin and wide eyes reminded Tintin of a cat.
Bang, bang.
Tintin yelped, cowering as the bullets whizzed past his ear. They sliced into the window, allowing Tintin to dive through the splintered glass and onto the overgrown lawn outside.
Bang.
He picked himself up, half-running half-falling to the crumbling brick fence.
Bang.
Tintin would never admit it out loud, but he felt like Peter Rabbit escaping Mr McGregor in that moment as he crawled through a hole in the brickwork, ignoring the dirt clinging to his skin. He ran, his legs pounding and lungs screaming. He would have sprinted all the way to the city if he could have, but after several minutes his legs gave out and he found himself sprawled on the road. Air fought its way into his tight lungs in heaving breaths. Tintin ran his hand through his hair, noticing the violent trembling that racked his body.
Milou.
In his state of sheer panic, he had forgotten about his best friend and trusty companion. "Milou!"
A flurry of white fur came bounding down the road, yapping in an almost accusatory manner at his master. Tintin could have cried with relief at the sight of his dog. Despite Milou's tiny stature, he felt safer being in his company. "Come on. Let's call a taxi and get home."
Mrs Finch's delicious apple pie could be smelt as Tintin stepped into the apartment building. He sighed, relishing the scent when he noticed the song playing on his landlady's radio.
"Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run
Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run
Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the farmer's gun
Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run, run"
No. With blood pounding in his ears, he sprinted up the stairs to his flat, slamming the door behind him. The clock clicked as he turned the key and he sighed, his knees shaking slightly. A breeze blew through the open window and he rushed to lock it, staring at the figure in the telephone box down the street. Is that... He shook his head, pulling the curtains firmly shut. He was still in a high state of anxiety, seeing things that weren't really there. Why would Sakharine follow him back home to use the telephone box? Tintin almost laughed at the idea.
The telephone rang. Tintin grew cold. Slowly, as though magnets were pulling at his every step, he moved towards the shrill ringing, his chest tightening as he picked up the receiver. "Hello?"
"I've got you now, little rabbit."
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