I realized that there is Tintin fanfiction on here, so I decided to celebrate by writing this.

And in case you read my other story A Hurricane Gets Love and Justice: Told by Amos Kane, can we just say that the comics were based off of this Tintins adventures? thanks.

Amos Kanes POV

It was 1931 on a snowy night. I was walking around Belgium after cleaning up a disaster involving several shabtis coming alive. As I walked, I noticed something... odd. How odd?

How about a ginger haired, young-looking man with a snow-white dog was chasing two crooks. He has on a blue sweater and brown pants, and dress shoes. I decided to follow. He had cornered them, but he couldn't harm them as he didn't have a gun. I decided to lend him a hand.

"TAS!" I barked.

The two men were instantly bound in my magic ropes.

The young man turned around, and I decided he was around 25 at most.

"Who are you? How did you do that?" He asked.

"Trade secret." I said plainly.

His glance was confused and curious. I decided to just give him a hint and hope he figured it out on his own. As after I got a good look at him, I realized he was the famous reporter Tintin.

"Let's just say there are other, more uncomprehendable, methods of beating criminals. Mind telling me why you were chasing them?"

"They tried to escape after they were caught selling people's pets as meat internationally." Tintin said.

"Oh, that makes sense. Hey, what do you say to getting a snack at a diner after this, on you, as a thank you?"

I meant it as more of a joke, but he took me seriously. After the cops came, he dragged me to a local diner, though I did clarify I was kidding.


As me and Tintin chatted, he kind of forced me to spill that Egyptian magic still existed. He promised to keep it a secret, and he paid the bill before I could protest.

After that, we went our separate ways. But not before we exchanged our landlines.