heard that AF requests were open?
if that's still true then i have a proposition for you:
Artemis gets sick, tries to hide it and keep working, but in doing that he just makes it way worse, and the gang figures it out and takes care of him.
perferably no ship, but if there is one then alexmis? (alex rider x artemis fowl)
have a great day!
i dont know how to see dates of submissions but i know this was ages ago i am so sorry!!
should mention there is no alexmis because i mised that trend and know nothing about alex rider lmao
but here it is! enjoy
Artemis sat, slouched, over his desk in his darkened study, lit only by the harsh, biting light of the computer monitor. He rattled out a cough before sighing, and rubbing his temples. He was working on a project with Foaly. Foaly would have said that Artemis was working for him, and Artemis that Foaly was working for him. Both were reluctant to admit their mutual respect for the other.
The light of the computer screen began to bite at Artemis’ eyes, making reading the calculations upon it almost impossible. So, he reached out towards his stack of printer paper, and began to write down his ideas. They came out in a near incomprehensible scrawl.
The discarded packets of Lemsips and many a cough sweet had done little to lessen the insistent pounding of his headache, like his skull was holding his brain prisoner and it was trying to break out. Yet again, Artemis reached up and began to massage the headache away, which did nothing, but the acknowledgment of the pain was appreciated by his body. The action also led to a smear of ink staining itself across his forehead.
Something about the number 4 lol ig
Artemis stared at the page, willing himself to be able to concentrate for just a little bit longer, just enough to make this work. All the numbers on the page swirled together in an intricate pattern of meaninglessness and then a sea of fours. Shortly after he began inventing new numbers in his head as a result of slight deliriousness, he inched closer to the desk, before slumping into a rather uncomfortable sleep.
In the black abyss of sleeping, numbers and calculations were unwanted interruptions of streaks of colour as if the screen he had been staring at in his waking areas had bleached itself into his brain.
A few hours later, it was Juliet who found him, he looked freezing and frankly uncomfortable. But Juliet decided against waking him up because she knew that he was guaranteed to be frustratingly stubborn about going back to sleep in a more conventional and comfortable manner. Not that Artemis Fowl was especially known for being either.
Instead, she opted to drape a blanket around him, and went to find Butler who, less afraid of the stubborn nature of Artemis, picked him up and carefully maneuvered him to the bed. They also left a glass of water on his bedside, hoping it would encourage him to sit and look after himself for a while longer.
***
Artemis woke to the tone of a communicator he shared with Foaly. There wasn’t meant to be any communication between him, and well anyone else below ground, but the needs of the project had felt like they could work around it. Artemis now regretted this. He coughed and picked up.
“Foaly?” it came out as more of a crunchy croak than a composed young man but it was the best he could do.
“Mud-boy! Have you finished your calculations? I got all the materials we need, and made some fun things whilst I wait for you. But you didn't send anything over last night.”
Crap. Artemis could almost hear the ticked off flicking of Foaly’s tail. Last night. That’s why he had been so insistent on staying up. If only it was finished, Artemis could have stayed asleep.
Artemis cleared his throat, “right, yes. I’ll send them ov-” He was cut off by his own tumble into the floor after both trying and failing to stealthily go to his computer. Cursing he used the bed to pull himself upright and then into his desk chair.
“What was that?”
“Mud-boy, you, okay?” Holly’s voice, her tone was mostly joking but there was a healthy smattering of concern in there.
“I’m fine,” Artemis said, not risking a more detailed response giving his current weakness away whilst typing a meticulously pedantic password.
“You most certainly are not!” exclaimed Butler, who having heard the commotion made his way into the room, “Artemis get back in bed, they can figure this out later you need rest.”
“But I need to finish this, we’re so close to getting a func-”
“If you’re all really so desperate then Short can get up here and give you some healing, in the meantime, back to resting,” Butler stated curtly, ending the call with the others.
Butler had brought some breakfast for Artemis, who was reluctantly relieved to have a proper break from the project which had started to become rather all consuming.
“Thank you, Butler,” he said, “it can wait, I’m sure they will understand.”
***
“Ugh humans, so inconsistent” complained Foaly.
“Butler's right though, I can just go topside and fix him, it is my day off,” said Holly, the thought of getting the freedom to fly being enough of a reason without the benefit of helping Artemis – not to mention having to listen to Foaly go on about how inconvenienced he was by the delay.
“Well we probably should make sure he’s okay”
….
“Arty, Arty!” exclaimed Beckett as he barreled into the room, “look what we made you”
Myles followed him with a cup of hot chocolate, Beckett not yet entirely trusted with hot liquids. This led to Artemis propping himself upright and sitting with the twins. One sat on either side, ad Artemis realised he hadn’t been as available as he maybe would have liked. As they sat there, Myles excitedly rattled off an impressive – yet also slightly intimidating – list of his most recent experiments. Meanwhile, Becket tried to guess their outcomes, which he wanted to be explosions. Originally these explosions were hand gestures, but this slowly became hm being more and mor fidgety until each prediction of a fireball became a delighted star jump.
Although spending time like this was exhausting in his current state, Artemis couldn't help but smile at the antics of his brothers and the time spent without feeling guilty for being way from numerous projects.
“We’re sorry for getting you sick arty,” said Beckett, referring to how both the twins had been ill the week before.
Artemis sighed and ruffled his younger brother’s hair, “that’s not your fault, everyone gets sick sometimes. I'm just glad you're both okay now. But I might need some more sleep now Beck,” added Artemis, spotting a slight shimmer near the door.
“Okay arty” Beckett said. Both boys hugged Artemis before leaving the room. The door closed quietly behind them.
“Hello Holly”
Holly fizzled into view, “you look great” she said, a slight curl to her lips as she regarded the disheveled Artemis in front of her. He was paler than usual, with his black hair sticking with sweat in some places, even though as she placed her hand on his, he was cold.
Now familiar blue sparks danced from her fingertips and across Artemis, targeting his chest and throat and calming the pounding in his head. The thinly veiled mask that had been hiding the pain disappeared as he relaxed properly, no longer having anything to hide.
“Now, I know technically you’re better. But don’t do anything for foaly until tomorrow. You guys looked like you were having a nice time. You shouldn’t have to be bedbound just for that to happen”
“Thanks Holly. You didn’t have to come all the way out here”
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Headcanon about Beckett, Artemis and Fandoms
You know how where you spend too much time with your friends and you know a lot about their fandoms from their rants?
What if the same thing happened with Artemis (or myles) with Beckett
Maybe Beckett really likes a particular to show or movie (Disney, Star Wars or marvel perhaps?)
Beckett forces Artemis to watch a lot of Disney movies or marvel movies with him. They have a lot of movie nights with Juliet and Butler (the fowl parents sometimes join them but not always).
So in the end Artemis has watched all of the movies and can also recite the character names in his sleep
When one of Beckett’s favourite characters sacrificed themself, Artemis (along with myles) was there for emotional support ( hey he doesn’t have to be good at it). He was inclined to phone the company and make them bring the character back but Beckett talked him down.
He also secretly enjoys such activities with Beckett not that he’d admit it to anyone. He will grumble a lot, make excuses and say he has something to do during the movie night, but he will always come. Everyone, especially Beckett, knows that.
Bonus brownie points:
Artemis decides to do extra research on the shows just for Beckett so he can hold a conversation and understand his rants. Since he has really good memory Beckett sometimes teases him that he knows more than him (this of course is not true because nothing can beat someone who’s really passionate in a fandom, especially if that person is Beckett )
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