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A Christmas in Moulinsart ☃️

Notes: Tintin x Reader fem. (But feel free to imagine as you like) | No hot content

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Snow was falling gently outside while the sound of the crackling fire in the hearth filled the entire room in the heart of Marlinspike Hall.

Captain Haddock sat in an armchair near the fireplace, puffing on his pipe, while Professor Calculus leafed through a newspaper at a table near the large side window, which offered a splendid view of the night illuminated by the soft light of the moon. The ground was covered by a white carpet of snow that continued to fall.

Snowy was sleeping peacefully at the Captain’s feet, matched by a Siamese kitten curled up at the Professor’s feet —finally at peace after a long chase. Only then could Nestor set the dinner table in tranquility.

Tintin, calm and composed in his blue turtleneck sweater and long sleeves, watched the snowflakes fall from the sky, occasionally landing on the glass of the window where he was seated.

“What a perfect evening for a cup of hot chocolate, don’t you think, Captain?” he sighed with a serene smile, pulling Haddock from his reverie.

“Indeed, my dear Tintin. Indeed.”

“Do you think they’ll take much longer?” Tintin pulled back his sleeve to check his watch.

“I hope not. I’m starving!”

“Werewolves?” the Professor chimed in, mishearing the Captain, who rolled his eyes and sighed. “We’re not at Halloween, Captain! It’s Christmas, don’t you remember?”

“I said I’m starving!” Haddock raised his voice slightly, causing Snowy to open one eye, clearly annoyed by the disturbance.

“My goodness! There’s no need to shout, Captain. Dinner should be served shortly!” the Professor replied, completely oblivious to the situation, before returning to his newspaper.

Tintin couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the scene, and just then, the doorbell rang.

“Ah, finally!” Haddock raised his arms, thanking the heavens for the arrival of the last guests.

Nestor opened the door, revealing the detectives, with a bit of snow on their hats, accompanied by another person. The latter wasted no time announcing her presence with a melodic high note, causing Haddock’s eyes to widen as he immediately recognized the source.

“Blistering barnacles! Is that Castafiore?!” He dropped his pipe and clamped his hands over his ears as the falsetto grew closer.

Madame was dressed in a stunning red gown adorned with white feathered details on the off-shoulder neckline.

“Merry Christmaaaasss…” she sang as she entered, leaving Haddock shrinking into his armchair.

“Madame!” Tintin greeted her with a customary kiss on the hand.

“Tintin, caro mio! Ah! What a delight to reunite with you, my dear friends!”

“Merry Christmas, everyone!” the Thompsons said in unison. Each carried a gift box in the characteristic colors of green and red, along with their inseparable canes.

“What lovely sweaters you’re wearing!” Tintin remarked, making the two puff up with pride.

Indeed, their white sweaters, adorned with red reindeer patterns, were something to admire.

“Captain ‘Capop’!” Castafiore approached, extending her hand for him to kiss.

Haddock glanced disdainfully at the gloved hand before reluctantly planting a quick kiss, eager for her to step back. For a moment, he had forgotten that Bianca had mentioned spending Christmas at Marlinspike, but now he remembered —unfortunately, in the most unexpected way.

There was no need for Bianca to offer her hand to the Professor. As soon as Calculus saw her, he willingly stood to greet her. Unlike the Captain, he kissed her hand voluntarily and even praised her falsetto, leaving the singer utterly delighted. Haddock, of course, watched the whole scene with a distinct lack of enthusiasm. He just wanted to eat and get through the evening as quickly as possible, all while avoiding any more of Castafiore’s singing.

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While everyone was chatting and laughing, Tintin, in the adjacent piano room, anxiously awaited someone. He wondered what might have happened for there to be no sign of her. He reproached himself for not staying despite Y/n's insistence that he go ahead, especially now that all he could see was the empty, snow-covered grounds of Marlinspike Hall, the snowfall having stopped a few minutes ago.

Noticing his friend staring intently out the window, Captain Haddock gave a couple of knocks on the door to get his attention. Within seconds, Tintin turned and slightly raised his eyebrows, as if asking what it was.

“Don’t worry, lad. She’ll be here soon!” Haddock tried to calm his friend’s nerves with a sly smile. “Castafiore mentioned she and Irma would be arriving together. Remember?”

“I know, Captain, but…” Tintin commented, glancing back at the window, where he saw two figures stepping out of a black car. “It’s her!” he exclaimed, recognizing Y/n as she walked toward the mansion alongside Irma.

The girl was wearing a wine-red, flared dress adorned with white gemstones across the bodice. A short cape of the same color covered her shoulders. She walked, chatting with Irma, Castafiore’s maid.

Tintin ran to greet them, and as he opened the door, his eyes lit up upon seeing just how beautiful Y/n looked up close.

“Sorry for the delay. Irma and I had a little setback. The roads are as slippery as ice!” she smiled, explaining the situation.

“You look magnificent, my love!” Tintin remarked, planting a kiss on her hand. The girl smiled at the gesture.

“We’re just glad you arrived safely! Now come on, Nestor has already set the table!” Haddock chimed in from behind, and everyone headed to the dining room.

Once everyone was seated around the long table filled with a variety of dishes, the Captain stood up and tapped a spoon against a glass to grab everyone’s attention.

He cleared his throat for a moment, and after noticing all eyes on him, he began.

“I’m not one for speeches, and I won’t start now. But I just want to say how grateful I am for each of you. Having the house this full fills me with joy. And though I sometimes miss the sea, I know it couldn’t offer me moments like these.” Haddock then grabbed a bottle of champagne, raised it, and declared, “To you, my dear friends!”

In the following moment, the cork popped off, sending foam cascading down the glass bottle.

“And nothing would be more fitting than a brief rendition of La Traviata before we eat!” Castafiore announced, rising from her seat.

Haddock, however, rebelled and didn’t hide his horror at the idea. He objected, insisting they should enjoy the meal first, eliciting laughter from everyone present. Snowy barked in agreement with the Captain’s protests. It would be absurd to waste time singing while the abundant feast sat untouched!

Despite his protests, Castafiore persisted, stepping aside to begin her performance, much to everyone else’s delight.

“Poor Captain…” Y/n chuckled softly after taking a sip of water. Tintin glanced at you with the same amused expression after seeing his friend sulking at the table.

“Madame Castafiore would never let an opportunity like this slip by.”

Y/n chuckled quietly.

“He could give her a chance!” the young woman teased, making Tintin laugh lightly.

After a few minutes, Bianca finished her “mini-opera,” though to the Captain, it felt like a millennium had passed. He was on the verge of falling asleep when the applause woke him.

“What did you think, Captain?” Castafiore asked as she returned to her seat.

“A masterpiece!” he replied sarcastically and began serving himself. “What are you all waiting for? Go on, dig in!” he practically ordered, seeing everyone still seated.

To the Captain’s relief, Castafiore refrained from singing again, sticking instead to lively conversation, allowing the feast to proceed peacefully.

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After dinner, everyone gathered once again in the living room to chat and wrap up the family gathering with a “Secret Santa” game. The Captain could swear the name box had been rigged after Bianca drew his name.

“What an honor for you, Captain 'Bardock', to be chosen by me!” Castafiore exclaimed as she handed him the gift.

The Captain thanked her as he took the package and opened it, revealing Bianca’s photograph proudly displayed on the cover of a record. He forced a smile and, not wanting to embarrass her, thanked her once again.

“I couldn’t have received a better gift!”

Continuing the game, the Captain drew Dupond’s name. He handed him a rectangular box, not too large, wrapped in white and red paper. Haddock felt relieved to have drawn a man’s name, as he hadn’t paid much attention to the gift he’d bought and only realized it once the game began.

When Dupond opened it, he found a fine pair of Oxford shoes. He expressed his gratitude and kept the game going by drawing Professor Calculus’ name.

“Oh! How curious!” the Professor remarked as he examined the box, carefully opening it. The Captain eagerly watched, anxious to discover what it was. In seconds, Calculus pulled out a black bowler hat.

“Beautiful, isn’t it, Professor?” Dupond beamed, proud of his gift selection.

“Thank you, Detective. I was just in need of a new hat!” Calculus replied, his eyes fixed on the gift. Dupond raised his chin, clearly proud of himself.

“Excellent, Tryphon. Now draw another name.” the Captain urged, his curiosity about the remaining gifts getting the better of him.

Obliging, Calculus drew another name and read it aloud.

“Oh! Mrs. Irma!”

The woman seemed as surprised as he was and stood to receive a small box. Opening it carefully, she raised her eyebrows at the sight of a perfume. She held up the small transparent bottle, revealing a light brown liquid, and thanked him.

“I hope you like it, Mrs. Irma. It’s a blend of roses, lemongrass, and cinnamon. I made sure the scent wouldn’t be overpowering, but if it feels that way, I can adjust it!” the Professor explained as Irma sprayed a little onto her hand. The fragrance was soft and pleasant, surprising both Captain Haddock and the others.

“Well, I’ll be! Calculus, I didn’t know you had a knack for these things!” the Captain commented, genuinely impressed.

Irma then drew a name, calling out Dupont. She handed him a long, slightly thin box.

Dupont carefully unwrapped it, revealing an umbrella. His eyes lit up, as did Dupond’s when he saw the item.

“What a splendid umbrella, Mrs. Irma!”

“And I must say, it’s a very fine umbrella!” Dupond added, making the shy woman smile in relief.

“I was already planning to buy a new one. Thank you, Mrs. Irma.”

Dupond handed his gift to his partner and rummaged through the box of names. Pulling out a paper, he announced Y/n’s name. The girl looked surprised and eagerly got up to receive her gift. She thanked him and carefully unwrapped it, removing the lid of the box to reveal a scarf. It was black and white, with the colors alternating in stripes.

“It’s beautiful!” she said brightly. “Thank you, Dupont!”

Dupont tipped his hat in a brief bow and returned to his seat, brimming with pride.

“I thought you were going to buy a hat!” Dupond whispered quietly as his partner sat down.

“I didn’t buy one because I figured you already had.”

Y/n handed her box to the Captain so he could draw a name.

“Madame Castafiore!”

“Oh! Finally!” the woman smiled as she stood up.

She picked up a flat red box and carefully untied the white ribbon, revealing a black fountain pen with gold details. Though simple, it was a very luxurious item.

“How beautiful!” Madame exclaimed, and in her excitement, let out a slight high-pitched note. “Thank you, Miss Y/n! I can’t wait to christen it by signing lots of autographs!”

Her words made the girl smile with pride.

“Who’s up to draw the next name?” Haddock joked, eliciting brief laughter from his friends. Only Tintin and Nestor were left.

The redhead stood and grabbed the box with the names, but since it was no surprise to anyone that he and Nestor had drawn each other, Tintin took a different approach.

“Well, I think everyone already knows who I got,” he quipped. “Nestor.” He then picked up a slightly large, wide box and handed it to the butler, who stepped forward to take it.

“By a million thundering typhoons! What’s this?!” the Captain exclaimed as Nestor raised his eyebrows, surprised by the somewhat heavy item.

Nestor carefully placed the box on the floor and began unwrapping it. Everyone leaned in, curious about what lay inside, as the man revealed a beautiful decorative vase.

“Th-thank you, Mr. Tintin.” he said, astonished by the porcelain piece before him. The vase featured intricate red bird details encircling its rounded shape.

Tintin smiled, relieved and proud that Nestor was pleased.

“I’m not sure mine will measure up, but I chose it with care.” Nestor remarked before handing over a gold box with a red ribbon.

“You don’t need to worry about that, Nestor. Your thoughtfulness is worth more than the gift itself.” Tintin reassured him with a gentle smile while untying the ribbon.

He opened the box and pulled out a beautiful snow globe. Inside was a snowman surrounded by Christmas trees in the background. Tintin smiled as he shook it, making the artificial snow fall inside the globe.

“It’s beautiful, Nestor. Thank you!” Tintin said, embracing him warmly.

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After the lively gift exchange, Tintin and his friends chatted a bit more and enjoyed a delicious pudding. As the gathering came to an end, the Dupondts said their goodbyes. Despite Captain and Tintin’s insistence that they stay the night, the detectives politely declined, explaining that they needed to be at work early the next morning because, as they put it, “duty calls!” Soon, most of Moulinsart’s lights were turned off, and everyone retired for the night. Everyone except Nestor and Y/n.

Before heading upstairs, Y/n stayed behind to help Nestor clear the table. He insisted she didn’t need to worry about it, but she was determined to lend a hand. It was the least she could do, especially after all the work he had put into preparing the dinner.

She was drinking a glass of water when Tintin appeared in the kitchen. He was surprised to see her still up while everyone else had already gone to bed. At least now he knew where she’d been all this time.

“Still awake?” Tintin asked as he calmly approached, wrapping his arms around her waist and placing a kiss on the top of her head.

She chuckled after swallowing her water and turned to face him.

“Looks like I’m not the only one.” she replied, playfully tracing the tip of her finger along the redhead’s nose. He smiled at her gesture before stepping back to lean against the table.

“Tonight was amazing.” he remarked.

Y/n crossed her arms and leaned against the sink.

“It really was. The Captain is lucky to have you all.” she said with a genuine smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

Tintin looked at her, studying her with a tender expression.

“And I’m lucky to have you.” he said, stepping closer and swiftly scooping her up in his arms.

The girl barely had time to process his confession or think of a response before letting out a surprised gasp at his sudden action.

“Time for bed, Miss S/n.” he teased in a playful, mock-scolding tone as he carried her away.

She couldn’t help but laugh along with him as they ascended the stairs. Tintin and his ever-protective nature…

And so, Christmas at Moulinsart came to a close — with plenty of joy, camaraderie, and, of course, good food! Truly, it had been an unforgettable night.

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sunnyrosewritesstuff · 1 year ago

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You know many of these prompt list are haddotin but I think it would be a crime not have drunk dial with them (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

Thank you @dimdiamond for the suggestion! I think you were right, winning the poll or not, Drunk Dial Haddotin definitely needed to be a priority. 😉

Sorry about the delay! I still have 5 from the polls that I want to get through even if I have to bleed into October a bit to get it done!

Drunk Dial: Character A is obsessed with Character B and gets black-out drunk to deal with it. Someone should definitely have taken away their phone.

Remember, I’m utilizing this prompt list. I probably won’t hit all, but I am trying to get to the highest voted ones in my polls. Trying to use different ships, but feel free to shoot me an ask or DM if there’s a specific ship you would like to see for any of the prompts.

Breaking the Rules

Ship: Haddotin

Rating: M (just to be safe, probably T is fine)

Warnings: N/A

Words: 1388

When Nestor’s job revolved around being near his employer almost twenty-four hours a day, he had to make certain ground rules for himself early in his career. One of those being not to get overly involved in his employer’s personal life. It was important to have a cordial, friendly relationship, but beyond that he shouldn’t be the one instructing them on how to live their life. That rule went out the window the moment he met Master Haddock.

It wasn’t immediate, this meaningful friendship. In fact, Nestor had been the one to offer his services to make up for his horrible error in judgment of his previous employers. Both Haddock and his friend, Tintin, were quick to wave off his apologies not faulting him at all. The guilt still lingered as Nestor went above and beyond his station to make up for his wrongs. Advising Haddock on what was expected of the master of this particular manor. Helping him to pick out fancy clothing, getting him involved in horseback riding, or tickets for performances at the nearest opera house.

Then Master Tintin came around with another of his mysteries, and any interest Captain Haddock had in fancier living went out the window. Nestor had thought perhaps that was another of his mistakes, getting Haddock to be something he wasn’t when one unexpected night he was invited to drink and smoke with the captain. Captain Haddock had opened up about his drinking problems and how they had been exploited by his treacherous first mate. How he would be either dead or a drunken slob still if it hadn’t been for Tintin, and it was at that moment that Nestor realized two things.

The first being that despite his hesitation to believe them, Tintin and Haddock had absolutely forgiven Nestor from the first moment the truth about the matter came out. The second realization was a bit harder to absorb because it violated his rule about getting involved in his master’s personal life. However, it was quite obvious to him that Haddock’s regard towards Tintin was quite a bit more than friendly. Dare he say it, Haddock loved the young man. Of course, he kept it closely guarded as it certainly wasn’t his business to get in the middle of it. He noticed little looks, little touches, and hidden smiles that definitely suggested the feeling was mutual. In fact, when Master Tintin let his lease run out so he could move into Marlinspike, Nestor thought for sure that would be the end of the matter. Instead, it somehow got worse.

Nestor wasn’t entirely sure what Master Tintin’s intentions of this arrangement was, but he could see the young man’s frustration mounting every day. There were several times where it danced on the tip of his tongue to tell Haddock that his obliviousness was going to blow up in his face. Still, Nestor stayed in his lane, going back to his rule of not getting involved. Even if these two were starting to make him ever question why that would be a good idea to begin with. Luckily for Nestor, Tintin was too much of a man of action to sit back quietly and watch this go on for too much longer.

Standing out in the front hall, polishing and dusting the picture frames, Nestor was in the perfect position to hear the tension over the last several months come to a head as shouting carried from the masters’ study.

“Neptune above, Tintin! What exactly is your problem lately?!”

“Nothing. Nothing at all. Certainly nothing you would bother noticing!”

“Thundering typhoons! You could drive a man to drink!”

“It’s not like it would be the first time.”

Silence settled awkwardly in the manor, even making Nestor wince at Tintin’s words. Rather than make his apologies, the ginger marched out the room and down the stairs. His brows pinched, but his eyes shining brightly.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” Haddock demanded from the top of the stairs, his words lacking any kind of bite.

“Drinking.” Tintin answered before slamming the front door.

Nestor and Haddock were both left standing there, stunned by the statement as Tintin hardly ever indulged. Heaving a heavy sigh, Haddock stuffed his hands in his pockets, bending his head so his hat hid his expression.

“Nestor, I’m retiring for the evening, but…can you stay up and see that he makes it home?”

“Of course, Sir.”

Nestor waited until Haddock had completely disappeared from view before slumping against the wall. He was definitely regretting his rule now. He hadn’t quite realized it, but somewhere along the way Haddock and Tintin had come to be his friends. And he hated seeing his friends in such pain. Perhaps…perhaps he should say something to Tintin once he returned.

Continuing on with his chores, Nestor waited and he waited and he waited. Running out of things to do around the house, he settled in the parlor with a book listening intently for the front door. That was why the phone ringing quite suddenly startled him so bad. Who could possibly be calling this late?

“Haddock residence.” Nestor greeted, stifling a yawn.

“Archieee? I’m sooooo sorry!” A slurred voice sobbed into the receiver.

“M-Master Tintin?” Nestor balked in surprise.

“I never should have brought up your drinking, and why would I? Drink is…FFFUN! I don’t want to fffight! I want to love you and make love to you and you make love to me. I want you to…”

After that, the graphic descriptions of all the sexual encounters Tintin wanted had annoyed and flustered Nestor enough to force his hand. He set the phone down on the table, Tintin none the wiser, as he marched upstairs and woke Haddock from his sleep.

“Blistering barnacles, Nestor! Why in the world would you…?”

Haddock’s protests were cut short as he placed the phone against the captain’s ear. Under other circumstances, Nestor might be amused by the deep vermillion shade Haddock managed to turn listening to the drunken ramblings of his younger friend. However, exhaustion weighed heavily on him, and he couldn’t even muster the energy for it.

“Tell him you’re coming to get him.” Nestor ordered with his arms crossed.

Haddock blinked at him as if forgetting Nestor was even there. Carefully, he cleared his voice and shifted his feet to hide the uncomfortable bulge forming between his legs.

“Tintin, lad, what pub are you at?” Haddock asked softly.

There was a pause on the other end before more rambling came through having Haddock scrub his hand over his face.

“Tintin, Tintin! Listen, I’m going to come pick you up. Just…stay there and for the love of everything good, don’t drink anymore.”

Haddock hung up probably more aggressively than he needed to before running his hands over his face. As soon as he opened his eyes again, Nestor was there, holding out the keys to the car. The captain furrowed his brows, muttering under his breath as he swiped the keys out of Nestor’s hands.

“If I may, Sir?” Nestor stopped him before he could step a foot out the open door.

Haddock turned his head over his shoulder, indicating he was listening.

“While…evocative, Master Tintin may be right now, I don’t believe his feelings are disingenuous. I just thought you might keep that in mind.”

Haddock hesitated a moment longer before leaving without a word. Well, Nestor couldn’t very well go to bed now. And besides, his last request from Haddock was that he stayed up to make sure Master Tintin returned. So Nestor returned to his book, trying to keep from flinching to the window at every outside noise, wondering if they had returned. FInally, lights appeared in the drive. Abandoning his book, Nestor crept towards the window, trying to remain as discreet as he could. Hushed voices rose from the drive, until the darkened silhouettes pressed together in a sweet kiss.

Nestor drew the curtains closed with a satisfied smile. If ever he was going to break his rule, he was glad it was this time. He was also rather grateful as he began to shut off lights, that his room was on the opposite end of the house. Just in case Haddock ended up following through with even a tenth of Master Tintin’s suggestions.

#tropetember #the adventures of tintin #haddotin #nestor's pov #drunk dial #nestor is done with haddock and tintin's shit

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