The Secret of the Unicorn ~ Tintin x Reader

'It's a funny life, huh?'

"But now he's been arrested." Tintin caught on to what I was trying to say. "Yes, so that means that care has now been passed back to you but... Haddock, you've always owned this building - you won't have to pay anything! Well, aside from taxes." I said.

"But, we could get this declared as a historic landmark and home which lifts the burden of that!" Tintin added.

"What we're trying to say, Captain is that you could live here for almost nothing - or at least stay here when you're not at sea." I cheered.

"Thanks, laddies. I'll think about it." Haddock smiled.

"Well, Captain, you know the house. Where do we start?" Tintin clapped his hands.

"Is the cellar still here?" Haddock asked and Nestor nodded, waving at us to follow him.

Tintin and I followed Haddock and Nestor down the stairs, Snowy and the Rottweiler, Hector, playing around all of our legs. Nestor opened the door and we all went inside but Haddock just paced back and forth.

"No, no, no. No, this isn't it. I meant the other cellar." He said. "I'm sorry, sir. There is no other cellar." Nestor apologized.

"It was bigger than this..." Haddock said. "Maybe you're just remembering wrong, you were a small child last time you were here." I suggested.

"Snowy, where are you?" Tintin suddenly called out. We all turned to look when we heard Snowy barking... from the other side of the wall.

"Captain, help me." Tintin asked as he began to move furniture, Haddock helped him and slowly, they revealed a small hole at the bottom of the wall.

"Snowy?" I called out, and suddenly, his white face popped up.

Tintin glanced up at Haddock, who was standing beside him. "Just like you said, Captain. You hit a wall..." "You push through it." Haddock finished with a smile.

"Stand back, Miss Simmons." Nestor pulled me back gently as the Tintin and Haddock grabbed a big post and used it as a battering ram. They broke through the wall, revealing a huge bricked-off section full of furniture and artifacts.

"My grandfather must have walled it up after I left." Haddock guessed.

"'And then shines forth the Eagle's Cross.'" I repeat from the poem, looking at the statue before me. I climbed into the room, helped by Tintin's outstretched hand.

"I can see the cross, but where's the eagle?" Haddock asked.

"That's St. John the Evangelist, who was always depicted with an eagle. And he's called "The Eagle of Patmos." He is the eagle." I explain, looking at it in wonder.

"What's he trying to tell us, Captain?" Tintin asked while Haddock approached the globe under the statue. "I'm at a loss." Tintin followed and I agreed.

"Huh. That island, the one in the middle, that doesn't exist." Haddock states.

"How do you know?" Tintin asked him. "Because I sailed those waters. Countless times I've been there. It's a mistake." He explains.

"What if it isn't?" I call out. "Nothing has been a mistake so far, how could he make one now?"

"Sir Francis wanted his inheritance to go to a man who's worthy of it." Tintin followed me. "A man like himself, who knows the seas like the back of his hand."

"A man who could look at a globe, and tell if one tiny island was out of place." I finished.

Haddock reached forward and, with his finger, pressed on the tiny island. The globe clicked for a moment before popping and springing open and hitting both men in the face, scaring poor Snowy.