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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Other
  Fandom:
      Artemis_Fowl_-_Eoin_Colfer
  Relationship:
      Artemis/Orion, Artemis_Fowl_II/Angeline_Fowl
  Character:
      Artemis_Fowl_II, Orion_Fowl, Angeline_Fowl
  Additional Tags:
      Rape, Implied_or_Off-stage_Rape/Non-con, Crying
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-02-18 Words: 272
****** Porcelain Doll ******
by MsSedusa
Summary
     You can only love others if you learn to love yourself.
Notes
     Requested by an Anonymous tumblr user: 'could you write more arty/
     orion i dont wanna be demanding but lawd i love that ship so much'.
     Revamped a little before I posted it here.
Orion doesn’t push him. The boy is already crying. And that’s…that’s a lot, for
Artemis.
It’s oka—
...shut it. Artemis is shaking like a leaf. He’s not sobbing, but his thoughts
crack. He will soon. Tears flow down like running rivers. They won’t stop.
Just…shut your m-mouth. Your the one who…who has to pry.
Orion stares, eyes soft, at his counterpart. Truth be told, Artemis is asleep
right now. That’s the only time they can confront each other face to face. Even
now, Artemis is crying in his sleep, tossing and turning. Butler will most
likely wake him up soon.
I had to. You know I did.
Artemis doesn’t reply. In the memory in front of them, put on loop, a woman’s
hand brushes the hair out of Artemis’ eyes. The boy, only just turned 11, feels
sick. She shushes him softly and lowers herself. He shifts. His body is
reacting against his will. He feels sick.
Artemis in real time turns away, face a pale green. Orion makes the memory go
away, his hand reaching out and softly touching Artemis’ cheek.
You need to face the truth, Artemis. He said softly, as he leaned into the
genius, whose hair smelt of lavender. He breathed in. You can’t love someone if
you don’t love yourself.
I love you, Artemis whispers back, his head tilted away, hair masking his eyes.
And you’re me, too.
It doesn’t count.
The kiss lasts a brief second before Butler separates them by waking his master
up. It appears he’s been crying in his sleep again.
How odd. He can’t seem to remember a thing.
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