Winry Weiss

When you are searching the net high and low for some pictures, you sometimes find real treasure.

( I'm out of words 'cause I'm laughing so hard )

Fill for my own promt.
Tintin’s side
Fluffy general fic. Takes place before ‘Moon series’ with various allusions to preceding adventures.

( this way for sugar )

My take of this prompt.
GEN story (but you could take it as pre-slash, if you insist) which happens sometime between 'Shooting Star' and 'Secret of the Unicorn' adventures. Mere small scene from ordinary life about the little heroic deeds we do everyday. (Seriously, have you ever tried to bathe a dog? Or cat?)
Warnings: Friendship.

Heroic deeds of ordinary life

Tintin felt dead-tired. His whole month efforts didn’t bring anything at all. No new clues for the case of forgery, not a single one successfully accomplished reportage, and the interview with major Wings had to be postponed due to his unexpected reinforcement call. He sighed and rubbed his nape.
Captain went to visit him today, since he happened to have few free days before his next sail. Yet Tintin had to leave his friend in his flat and go to work today. But he didn’t left him alone, no, that wouldn’t be fair from him. Furthermore, he was actually glad, that Captain could look after Snowy today. For some unknown reasons, Snowy feels strong antipathies towards Mr. Grotski and already tried to bite him once, so it wouldn’t be the best idea to bring his dog along.
Tintin fished his pockets for keys.
On top of everything he should finally bathe Snowy.
He dragged himself up the staircase and opened door to his flat, coat already down. “I am sorry it took s…” His heart stopped only to start again frantically, coat slipped from his fingers and fell to ground.
His flat was ransacked. No doubt about it. Sheets of papers from his reports were scattered everywhere, coffee-table shoved away, both armchairs overturned. Somebody was chasing after someone else.
Captain. Snowy. The worst-case scenarios went through his head.
Yet, Tintin could hear something.
He stopped cold and tilted his head.
Again. A faint sound.
Sloshing of water.
Tintin cracked the door to bathroom open, holding his breath back anxiously. This room was in mess too, puddles on the floor, laundry basket upturned and …
Captain was sitting inside filled bathtub, fully clothed, his hat still on, and between the soapsuds poked out white-furred head. Black eyes closed delightfully, because Captains was scrubbing him, humming silently.
Door creaked loudly and the man and the dog looked at him.
Tintin could not do anything else than look back.
It was Captain, who broke the awkward silence after while. “Yer were s’pposed to return at four.”
“It is already five o’clock.”
“Oh.”
Tintin could not hold back any longer and burst out laughing, supporting himself at doorpost. “How … how did you … get him t… to bathtub?” The ginger reporter bent, with one hand holding his stomach, with the other hanging on doorframe. “He despises bathing.”
“I noticed.” Captain rubbed Snowy’s scruff. “He gave me quite a workout. Yer saw the flat, didn’t yer.”
“I thought …” Tintin shook his head, glad he hadn’t been right.
“I wanted to clean up before yer return, but chasing this little rascal took longer than I thought.”
The ginger smiled at his older friend. “And how, exactly, did you got into bathtub?”
“He tried to wriggle out and I tripped.”
Tintin suppressed a giggle. “You are staying overnight.” He announced simply.
“What if I have something planned?”
“In drenched clothes? And smelling like a wet dog?” Tintin smirked at Snowy’s disapproving look. “I will not let you go.”
Captain smiled gently. “I’ll take yer word on it.” Snowy thumped his foot to bathtub since the other occupant started to scrub him behind ears.
Tintin chuckled. “I’ll cook something for dinner.”
“I already did. Yer just need to warm it up.”
The ginger glanced at kitchen unit. “Curry?” He asked, like Captain could cook anything else.
“Duh. I think I made it mild, but yer should better taste it.”
“Aw, Captain.” Acting on whim, Tintin paced to bathtub and pecked Captain on forehead. “You are my hero.”
A violent blush seized Captain’s features. Even his ears were red. “Yeah … That’s … nothing.”
Snowy decided that this would be the perfect time to shake the shampoo off. Tintin yelped and covered his face with laugh. Captain shrieked and uttered something about lunatic dogs.
“I’ll get us dry clothes.”
“Don’t want to offend yer, but I won’t be able to fit into anything yer have here.”
“You think?” Tintin intended to give the navy-blue dressing gown to Captain as Christmas present, but this day decided otherwise. “I have a shining armor just for you.” He winked at his friend before leaving bathroom.

Originally a fill for this prompt at Tintin kink meme.


If interested, you can find an updated and thorough rewrite of this story on AO3.

Originally a fill for this prompt at Tintin kink meme.


If interested, you can find an updated and thorough rewrite of this story on AO3.

Originally a fill for this prompt at Tintin kink meme.


If interested, you can find an updated and thorough rewrite of this story on AO3.

Originally a fill for this prompt at Tintin kink meme.


If interested, you can find an updated and thorough rewrite of this story on AO3.

Originally a fill for this prompt at Tintin kink meme.


If interested, you can find an updated and thorough rewrite of this story on AO3.

A sudden,unexpected idea, fill for this prompt.
Warnings : heavily implied Haddock/Tintin.

Bull's-eye

It was wonderful summer day. Sun shined brightly, but the wind blown softly during whole day, so the heat was absent. So were the rain, storm, explosions, kidnappers, and certain intrusive insurance salesman. Simply perfect day.
Nestor was just washing the dishes, silently pondering what beverage would master Haddock appreciate this evening.
Then it happened. Pained and surprised scream reverberated through house so suddenly, that Nestor almost dropped the plate. He was already used to Captain’s unexpected bursts of yelling, but this time it was master Tintin’s voice. So the butler returned dishware piece back to sink and stripping off his rubber gloves he set off quickly, but with proper mannered slowness, towards the winter garden, where his masters had retired after supper.
The scene there was … interesting.
Master Tintin was hopping around the winter garden, rubbing his rear and cursing, actually vulgarly cursing. The table was on ground, apparently knocked over, and same fate happened to both chairs. Captain was kneeling amongst the abused furniture, laughing so hard that he was actually crying, holding his stomach. Snowy was hiding behind plant pot, bemused by absence of enemies who would try to harm its beloved masters.
“Oh. Ow. Damn. Crumbs. Thundering barnacles. It hurts. It stings.”
“Ya know, laddie.” Captain had finally calmed down. “That’s what wasp’s stings do.”
“But it fu…frigging hurts.”
“Awww. Let me kiss it better.”
“Ehm.” Nestor decided to intervene. “Do I presume right, that master Tintin was bitten by insect?”
“I got stung by wasp.” Tintin moaned.
“Don’t complain. Ya got stung to ass, but that poor thing had to die.”
“On whose side are you?”
“Well, sirs, I guess I will bring the first aid kit.” Nestor turned, heading to utility chamber to obtain the item needed, allowing himself a small smile.
“Oh, Nestor.”
“Yes, sir?” The faithful butler turned back to his masters, mask of neutral expression once again covering his face.
“Bring along some ice cubes, will ya?”
“Sir?”
“We would need to soothe the pain away, won’t we, laddie?”
Tintin mouth hung open with surprise as a huge blush spread up to his ears. “Oh.” Is all he managed to say, pain from sting immediately forgotten.
“Very well, sir.” Nestor was glad, that he had made such a big supply of earplugs. Master Tintin tends to be very vocal during sexual activities. And, judging from Captain’s evil smirk, this time even the Professor will hear.