Bank Teller: Colonel Lee, of course, come this way! And this is your… son? Artemis: *pops bubblegum* Unfortunately, dude, yes. Butler: My son does not communicate well with the rest of the world.
In book 4, Artemis Fowl had to disguise himself as a normal moody gum-chewing teenager who wore hoodies and jeans–not to mention an unkept hair–all for the first time to his horror. He missed his Armani and Zegna suits. But he was dedicated to rob the most secured bank in the world with Butler disguised as his military father.Please protect this boy he doesn’t know how to act like a normal teen! Everyone doesn’t exactly live like an heir to the Fowl Empire.
this is for thanksgiving! pretend its still thanksgiving! :’) sorry for such a long break… i am being revived rn… (only to be killed again by finals soon woohoo college) anyway enjoy! happy thanksgiving!
The sound of a vibrating phone echoed in the quiet room. The couple under the covers shifted and groaned. A minute later, a heavy arm reached out to turn off the alarm.
Another minute later, a sigh.
Then, kisses on Arthur’s neck.
“Good morning, Artie,” Alfred crooned. Arthur could hear the smirk in his voice. He was too tired to do much of anything about it.
“Told you not to call me that,” Arthur mumbled, turning his face away. Unfortunately, that only further exposed his neck to Alfred’s eager lips.
Alfred giggled through his kisses. “Aw.” He nipped Arthur’s neck once more before pulling away. “I like calling you Artie, though.”
also i couldn’t resist this gif, it has the loml in it okay sorry
“These sheets are stained.”
You groaned, dropping your bags and sitting down on the chair nearby. Your hands immediately went up to your face and you felt like ripping your hair out.
“I just wanted a simple anniversary date,” You mumbled.
“Hey,” Artturi said, putting a hand on your back. “It’s not that bad.”
“This hotel is a shit show and the plane ride already took seven years,”
He chuckled, “It wasn’t that much of a delay.”
“I lost my shoe, Arty,” You sighed. “My good shoe.”
“I know,” He said. “We can get you a new one though. And we could stay an extra day,” He walked around the hotel room, inspecting everything. “We could order extra blankets and pillows; build a fort. There’s a tub, we can have a bubble bath, we can ask for new sheets and make our own stains.”
Your face shot up and you looked at your boyfriend, horrified.
“That…” He closed his eyes. “That came out wrong, so wrong.”
You laughed as you watched him run a hand through his hair and as his cheeks turned pink.
“That’s not what I meant,” He explained. “I just meant we could, you know, do something– you know what, never mind, no use in trying to dig myself out of that.” He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “What I’m saying, (Y/n), is that this is going to be a great anniversary, okay? Just because a few obstacles are in our path, doesn’t mean we can’t have fun, yeah?”