The Adventures of Tintin - The Secret of the Unicorn (Tintin x reader)

Chapter 2 - Tintin and Snowy

Your POV

"Snowy? Snowy?!" I heard a male voice yell out.

My gaze and that of the dog shifting towards the source of the sound. The dog ran towards the voice. Not soon after, (P/N) flew off behind it as well.

"(P/N), where are you going? (P/N)?!" I asked dumbfounded. Breaking into a run as I did my best to keep up with her. Slipping between the crowd to follow her.

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Snowy's Theme

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Tintin's POV

After I paid Hergé for my portrait, Snowy and I continued our way through the flea market. It was particularly busier at that moment. When I was done looking at some of the antiques at a small stand, I noticed Snowy was no longer beside me.

I glanced at my surrounding, but to no avail. Where had he run off to this time? "Snowy? Snowy?!" I yelled, walking around in search of my white dog.
I heard barking coming closer and closer. That's when I spotted him, making me squat down to scratch his head and ears.

"Where have you been? Chasing cats again, ey?" I chucked. Only to be startled when something blue was flying just inches away from my face. I caught myself before I lost my balance.

It was a blue Spix's Macaw. Snowy softly barked as the bird landed on his back. I don't remember these kind of birds living in the area of Brussels?

I was brought back to reality by a high pitched whistling. "(P/N)? (P/N)?! Where are you?!" I heard a voice shout. "There you are!" The voice said, now coming from behind me. The bird, who I now knew was called (P/N), shrieked happily as it flew off to its owner. A young (H/C) woman, probably around my age.

"I'm sorry, I hope she didn't cause any trouble." She asked, petting the birds feathers. I blinked a few times, quickly getting out of my daze, "No, not really..." I said as I stood back up again.

She chuckled before sticking out her hand towards me, "I'm (Y/N) by the way. And this little troublemaker is (P/N).", glazing to the Spix's Macaw on her shoulder. I smiled, shaking her smaller hand in my own. "It's nice to meet you (Y/N), (P/N). My name is Tintin and this little rascal is Snowy." I said, afterwards squatting down to playfully scratch Snowy.

---Little time skip---

Your POV

As Tintin and I went on looking and walking around the flea market, there were still a few unanswered questions. I knew his name, but other than that, not much.

"So, what do you like to do? What you do in your daily life?" Tintin asked as he walked beside me. (P/N) and Snowy playing a little further up ahead.
"I love writing, I'm a journalist. I really like it to discover something new and going on adventures and such. That is how I met (P/N) actually, she was in very poor condition when I found her. Since then we have been inseparable. She helps me as much as I help her. Believe it or not, she is more human-like then you'd think."

"Truth be told, so am I. A journalist, I mean. Snowy and I have known each other for a very long time. We can always count on one another. I, in fact, too think there is a story behind everything. Sometime you just have to look a little harder to find it." He explained. We were, as it happens, very alike.