Another boring day at Fowl Manor, nothing happening and nothing to do. I looked over to where Artemis was sitting reading his book. "Hey Artie, can you do me a favor real quick?"
"What is it?" His thick Irish accent cut through the silence.
"Could you stand up please? Real quick?" Artemis gave me a confused look as if he was trying to see what I was thinking. "It's important."
He sighed, marking his place in his book as he stood up. "How is this important?"
I looked to his backside, and my suspicions were correct. "I just wanted to see if, y'know since you ride horses and all, your posture was good. And I guess all that posting worked wonders for your ass."
The pale boy turned crimson at the comment, not once, in his entire life, had he ever been complemented on such a crude thing as this. He picked up his book and left the room mumbling something about "stupid Americans".
I'm thinkin a crossover soon, with either DBH or Marvel. Idk yet.
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Artemis Fowl Imagines
FanfictionSO, as many of you know I had this point in my life where I really liked Artemis Fowl. Well that time has come back! Enjoy!
