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I’m sorry I’m watching a random horror movie and the theater they’re in had a poster for the Artemis fowl movie…. I had flashbacks.

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Before You Know It

Everyone had rituals. Patterns they followed to give them a sense of familiarity. A sense of comfort before taking off into the unknown. Dwarf mothers taught their little ones to click their jaws three times before taking on any large tunneling jobs to appease the spirits. Sprites tended to shake their wings between five and seven times before flying first thing in the morning, because even numbers were unlucky and anything less than five was unbecoming. Goblins always spit into their hands before conjuring a fireball... no one really knew why, but they did.

For Trouble and Holly, they had a phrase. A call and response, as it were. The call was Make sure you come back to me. The response, I'll be back before you know it.

It had been good for them. Ever since Holly transferred to the LEP Air Force and they stopped working together, neither of them could help but fret for the other whenever they were apart. And so they had their standing orders. Come back. Neither dared to deny such an important command.

Holly thought a lot about their ritual. She wasn't sure when it had started. She wasn't even sure who had said it first. It just felt natural. Somebody said it one time, and they automatically slipped it into their daily repertoire.

Come back to me.

I'll be back before you know it.

It was so easy. So simple. So right. They said it every day. The most recent time they'd been fighting. Spent half the night switching between silently fuming and explosively shouting at each other. Still, after they'd both dressed in their uniforms and were parting at the door, Trouble reached out and grabbed her hand.

"Come back to me," he grumbled. His voice was still gruff, but his violet eyes shone with a sincere concern.

Holly had squeezed his hand back. Despite the lingering frustration over whatever it was that had kept them up and bickering that night, she leaned forward to press a quick kiss to his cheek.

"I'll be back before you know it," she'd answered. Suddenly she was nearly overcome with the desire to give up on the fight entirely and convince him to call in sick for the day. To hold each other and kiss the argument away. To curb that thought, she'd turned and marched away immediately.

Now, sitting on the ground with her back to the door, she wished desperately that she had given in.

It had been two weeks. Two weeks since their fight. Two weeks since she kissed his cheek in the doorway and promised to see him that night. Two weeks since the terrorist attack on the LEP Council. Two weeks since Trouble, the noble idiot, had taken the shot meant for Cahartez.

Two weeks since he hadn't come home.

Today was the day of his recycling ceremony. It had been beautiful. Too many fairies lost their lives that day. Trouble was just one name in a list of others. He would have preferred it that way. Didn't like to have too much attention thrown on him that way.

And after it all, there was Holly. Practically collapsed on the floor, knees drawn to her chest and face in her hands. Tears streamed down her face. She sobbed loudly. She beat her fists against the ceramic tiles until they bloodied, her magic immediately zipping through and healing any damage before it had the chance of scarring.

"Come back," she gasped, dropping her forehead against her knees. Tears dripped onto the floor. Her body trembled. "Please... come back to me."

The call.

Trouble didn't answer.

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From this prompt list! I guess I felt the need to write some angst about these two? Absolutely NO idea why. Woof.

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(Mulch is cracking a vault for a mission, while Holly stands watch)

Holly: Did you deactivate the alarm?

Mulch: Nah, Model 7010 doesn’t have an alarm.

(Alarm immediately goes off)

Holly: …Loving your work, Mulch.

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If you read Artemis Fowl growing up do you ever think about Juliet tying a jade ring into the end of her braid so she can spin around and whack people in the face with it? Because I still think about that literally every single time I braid my hair

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doodle

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Fowl Senior and Angeline be like-

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Writing romance novels ig

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Smol Artemis and Juliet.

Did they truly understand each other ? Not really. Were they friends ? Not exactly. Did they spend an incredible amount of energy to piss each other off and pretend they hated to exist in the same place ? Definitely. But were they still there when comfort was needed ? Absolutely.

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Tbh I love how bitter and jealous Holly Short is. She is definitely not the "chill and laidback" girl she thinks she is, and those character flaws are one of my favorite parts about her 😂 her flaws are like... funny? Because they are so opposite of how she thinks she is and idk that is just mad entertaining for me. I love Holly Short. She's just 🤌🤌

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Artemis and Holly as cats

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Did I just realize there's a whole fan fic where Artemis goes to Hogwarts? Yes. Did I ever finish it? No.

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Foaly my beloved

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Thought this outfit fit her

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This was going to be for a joke but it's weird enough on it's own

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some character designs

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Writing romance novels ig

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this is just alex in fowl manor