A/N: So, I was writing a confession scene for Spoils of War but I had this total mind block. Hence, the conception of this utterly fluffy one-shot inspired by Taylor Swift's Speak Now. My sister insisted that I post it. I have a folder in my computer full of Hartemis confessions I have written through the years of fangirling. The confessions get all the more crazy in more crazier situations. If I get enough response, I might post them.
Speak Now or Forever Hold Your Peace
You are cordially invited
to the
Fowl- Paradizo Nuptial
Holly abruptly stopped reading the fancy paper. She didn't know why, but the idea of Artemis and Minerva being forever bonded enraged her. She wasn't one to breakdown silently in her mind. Hence, she started screaming. Then throwing stuff. She only calmed down when there wasn't a thing left in her arm range to throw.
She had to do something. She scrambled through the chaos that were her things until she located her communicator she had thrown a few prickly moments earlier. Tagging her video call in urgent red, she dialed Artemis. He answered almost immediately.
"What is it, Holly?"
To her horror, Artemis was in tailor's shop. Behind him, a wedding tux on a mannequin was being measured by a tailor.
"Nothing." She said, and then terminated the link.
One exploited visa, two shuttleport officials harassed and three hours later, Holly was standing inside the tailor's shop.
"Mother, I am not wearing a neon green suit to a wedding!" Holly watched as Artemis emerged wearing a rather ostentatious purple suit. His shirt inside was green, so he looked like Barney the pale vampire.
Holly trudged towards Fowl , grabbed his arm and pulled him towards a small dressing room. Artemis was surprised to find an invisible force tugging him towards the dressing room, but quickly realized it was a shielded fairy.
The inside of the dressing room was made to accomodate one person, not a 25-year-old human and a fuming elf. Holly unshielded, eye to eye with Fowl. The space between their faces was barely 2 inches, and the space between their bodies was nonexistent, thanks to the cramp space.
"Um, Holly. Quite unexpected." Artemis lost his ability to form complete sentences. He was reduced to this, thanks to his closeness to the fiery fairy.
There was a silence, but it was far from awkward. For a moment, all that can be heard is heavy breathing, and Angeline's cooing outside. Artemis' neon shirt slightly glowed in the darkness.
"Artemis, don't marry Minerva, please." Holly looked straight into his beautiful, mismatched eyes.
"Whyever not, Holly? Give me a reason."
"Well, I… She…" A few moments of impassioned eye-to-eye contact. "I think I love you."
Her expression was almost begging. Desperate. Terrified.
"I love you too, Holly. Since forever." He whispered. He wasn't the most social person in the whole world, but the confession wasn't awkward at all. It felt wonderful to say. It felt right.
"So, you'll cancel the wedding?"
"What wedding?" The moment was utterly broken. Artemis was genuinely puzzled.
"Isn't that why you're here? To get a suit to wear when you get married to Minerva? I received an invitation to a Fowl-Paradizo nuptial."
"Holly, Beau Paradizo and my brother Beckett are going to get married."
"Oh."