The Secret of the Unicorn ~ Tintin x Reader

'What are we going to do with you, Eleanor?'

Eleanor's POV

I strolled around the farmer's market, observing the various items on display at each table - from trinkets to artwork, food, and more. The weather was absolutely delightful, with a gentle breeze and warm sunshine. It was the perfect day to visit the town square's farmer's market. Additionally, with my birthday approaching, I had received some extra cash from my friends and neighbors. As I continued to explore the market, I stumbled upon a booth that showcased clay pottery and jewelry.

"How are you today, Miss?" An older man asked me from behind the table with a kind smile. 

"I'm doing wonderful, this weather is gorgeous. How about you, sir?" I asked him.

"I am good as well, thank you. Say, do I know you? I feel like I know your face?" He asked, studying me curiously.

"No, this is my first time at your table, sir, but I get that often. I'm a writer for the newspaper and--" "You're Miss Eleanor Simmons!" He finished for me, clapping his hands in realization. I nodded with a big smile, giving a slight giggle when I saw his face light up.

"My wife loved your adventures and stories! Always had me pick up the daily newsletter just so that she could read you and that partner of yours." He told me.

"Tintin?" I clarified and he nodded, making me smile widely. "Thank you, that's quite the compliment." I blushed lightly.

"I wish she could be here today to see you, but unfortunately, she was called back to Heaven." He said with a smile before placing his hand over his heart. "I'm sorry for your loss, sir." I offered. He nodded but waved it away. "It's only been a few months, but she's not lost forever. I'll find her again when it's my time to join her in Heaven." He said with a smile.

"This jewelry and pottery collection was all hers. I'd love to keep it all but the price of gas won't let me." He chuckled. "These were all things she collected on her adventures when she was your age. Her father was in the military so he traveled around a lot. She got to see sights that most people could only dream of." He smiled.

I looked back down at the jewelry and pottery, seeing the wide spread of culture and color throughout the collection. "I can see things from Greece to Egypt to America. Wow..." I gasped. Being a journalist means you do lots of research. So I knew a lot of history and culture - I could tell you just about anything about anything.

I continued to look through the jewelry when a beautiful bracelet caught my eye. It was a beautiful leather strap with the word "τυχοδιώκτης" stamped on it, meaning "adventurer" in Greek. The clasp was real silver and polished to almost look new.

"May I?" I asked him, gesturing to the bracelet. He nodded and picked it up, handing it to me.

"She got that as soon as we returned from our honeymoon. It's a rather funny story because we were robbed just as we were leaving the hotel." He said. "Oh goodness!" I expressed, wide-eyed.

"I can show you the secret it holds." He offers. I handed the bracelet back to him and watched as he pulled on the clasp and twisted it to the side like a key. He then disassembled it and revealed a small knife attached to the end of the clasp, which was normally covered by leather.

"She made sure she was never unprepared for a mugger again." He laughed to himself.

"This is beautiful, sir! I mean, I thought it was beautiful before but this is just the cherry on top! How much would you like for it?" I asked him with a large smile, beginning to dig through my purse for my money.