#af fandom

You are a Butler. Not a butler, but a Butler. In fact, you're probably the most impressive member of what was already an incredibly storied line of elite bodyguards. You are in your late 30s, taking charge of a prepubescent child who has just lost his father and whose mother is all but comatose in her despondence. The thing is, this kid is… weird.

Rather than sit in his room and cry, like a twelve year old should after being left practically orphaned, this twelve year old plots. He schemes. He pulls off a series of crimes to keep his family’s supplies filled with ill-gotten funds, as is custom… but he’s twelve. Even in a family of criminal geniuses, this kid takes the cake.

Finally your young charge starts to talk about something that real life twelve year olds talk about - fairies. He’s practically obsessed with them. Talks about them day in and day out. Yes, he’s hitting his “fairy stage” a little later than most kids, but it actually feels right… he’s clinging to his childhood, the one he felt like he lost when he lost his father.

Then one day he calls you to his father’s study. He has a smile on his face, but it’s not the smile of a child. It’s small, contemplative, cold… predatory.

“Butler,” he says, staring past your eyes and almost into your mind itself, “gas up the jet. We have some business to conduct in Ho Chi Minh City.”

You find that odd, but it’s certainly far from the oddest request he’s made. “Certainly,” you reply. Your voice is crisp and clear; all business, no fluff. “What business do we have to conduct, Master Artemis?”

Artemis grins again, and you can almost see his canines grow longer as if they yearn for blood. “Why Butler, I expected better from you,” he says, and you almost forget that it’s abnormal for a highly intelligent, highly qualified grown man to feel like an idiot beside an actual child.

His smile doesn’t waver but somehow the air in the room grows colder when leans forward and explains, “We’re going to have a talk with a fairy.”

From any other child this would be nothing more than a flight of fancy. From this child, though?

You subconsciously reach out to pat the Sig Sauer holstered under your left arm, a rare nervous tick from the man who feared nothing. Almost nothing, anyway.

“Of course, Master Artemis,” you answer, because Artemis Fowl has never experienced a flight of fancy in his life. If he says that you’re going to meet a fairy…

mock bookcover of the eternity code bc im rereading artemis fowl again

Pose references from @albanenechi once again

Racing Holly (again)🏎️🏎️🏎️

Limited edition fanfic event from me!

I call it the ``Ordering fanfics like at mcdonalds- special!,, !

here's how it goes: you name one of the fandoms you like and it's characters (the fandom you can request will be mentioned in the tags) and you order it like this:

Can I get uhhh

Happy meal: oneshot

Breakfast meal: multi parter

Family order: Headcannons/ abcs

With

Fries: fluff

A tall glass of sprite: angst

Extra chicken nuggets: reader x character

a milkshake: character x character

A double burger special: fandom crossovers

And if you have it

A mcflurry: rairpair

A MCrib: art made by me for the fanfic

Some ice cream: slice of life!

If the request makes me uncomfortable [smut, lemons, pedophilia , etc, I won't do it]