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emotionalcadaver · 8 months

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Part 14: Waiting for a Train

Fandom: Inception

Pairing: Robert Fischer x OC

Summary: She believed that death was the only escape. And now they are left to pick up the pieces she’s left behind.

Word Count: 4,876

Notes: Warnings for depictions of dissociation, character death, depression, grieving, and references to suicide.

Masterlists: Main • Series

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“Hey, have you talked to Mal recently?”

Alice frowned, peering into the microwave as she watched the popcorn she was making cook, phone held to her ear.

“Not recently, no. Why?”

“I saw her and Cobb when they were visiting Miles in Paris,” Eames sighed. “She seemed…off.”

“Could it have something to do with the kids?”

“No, I don’t think so. It didn’t seem to be that sort of problem.”

“Hm,” she opened the microwave as it started to beep, scrunching her shoulder up so that she could hold the phone in place against her ear while using both hands to tear the popcorn bag open and empty it into a bowl. “I’ll give her a call. See if I can find out what’s up.”

“Great. Thanks.”

“Mhm. Look, I gotta go.”

“Movie night with the boyfriend, right?” Eames teased on the other end.

“Yeah, yeah, shut up,” she huffed good naturedly. Eames had all but insisted on taking credit for her relationship with Robert, considering that he was the one to convince her to return to Australia in the first place. “I’ll talk to you later. Oh! And tell Arthur that I said hi.”

“Will do. Chat later, Ace.”

She rolled her eyes fondly at the nickname. “Bye, Eames.”

Hanging up the phone, she grabbed the popcorn bowl, taking it to the living room where Robert was getting the movie they had selected loaded.

“How was Eames?” he asked, giving Cider a few scratches behind the ear when the cat jumped up on the couch to curl up next to him.

“Oh, fine. He wants me to check up on Mal.”

“Everything alright?”

“Oh, yeah. She’s probably just in one of her…moods. She’s always had dissociative problems,” she plopped down beside him. It was still a bit odd, to think that Robert had never even met any of her friends from her dream sharing days. They were just so damn busy all the time, and with everyone scattered to different parts of the globe, it was hard to find actual time to meet up. “I’ll call her tomorrow.”

She didn’t think any more of it, not after Robert wrapped an arm around her and the movie began to play.

∗ ∗ ∗

“Hello?”

She was immediately struck with how exhausted Dom sounded on the other end of the line, instincts tensing at the feeling that something was wrong. “Hey, it’s Alice.”

“Alice…hi,” he said.

“Look, I was talking with Eames, and he said…”

“He said that Mal seemed off and that you should call to check in on her?” Dom guessed. Alice stopped, lips parting.

“Um, well, yeah. Something like that.”

“She can’t talk right now. But…”

“But what?”

“I don’t suppose that you would be in Los Angeles any time soon?”

“Actually, yeah. Robert and I fly out in two days. We have to shuttle back and forth from there and Sydney a lot for work,” she hesitated, a sudden anxiousness having gripped her by the throat. “I could come swing by to visit.”

“I think that would be good.”

“Okay. Okay, I’ll call you once we’re stateside to set up a day and time.”

“Alright.”

“Dom, are you okay?” she asked after a moment’s hesitation. The curt answers and heaviness in his voice was worrying her.

“It’s…I’ll explain once you’re here.”

She wanted to press, but decided it was better not to. “Okay.”

Hanging up the phone, she stared at it, resting in her palm for a long while.

Something was very, very wrong.

∗ ∗ ∗

“Hi, Mal,” she said it quietly, cautiously. With almost none of the usual loud enthusiasm that she often used when greeting any of her friends. Dom had answered the door with a deep frown engraved on his face, dark bags under his eyes. The house was uncharacteristically quiet as she stepped inside. A coldness had washed over it, and the usual homeliness that was there whenever she visited had been replaced by a somber uneasiness. Like everyone in the household was holding their breath for something. He hadn’t responded to any of her quiet questions, simply leading her to the entrance of the kitchen with a silent gesture, leaving her at the threshold as he retreated towards his office.

It took Mal a long moment to respond, sitting at the kitchen table, one hand resting daintily on her face, the other fiddling with the spinning top between her fingers. “Alice. Hello. You’re here,” she said, voice spacey, like she wasn’t really paying attention. Like she wasn’t all there. Taking a few steps towards the table, Alice carefully slid into the seat adjacent to Mal, fingers intertwining in front of her.

“How are you?”

“Oh, fine,” Mal still had not fully looked at her, eyes remaining on the totem between her fingers, lips pursing.

“Are you sure?” Alice asked, brows furrowing. She had always felt that she could be blunt and straightforward with Mal. In the past, she had seen Mal in the throes of her dissociative phases. And while it hadn’t necessarily been a particularly pretty sight, she had never felt so…uneasy around her before.

Almost as if she were in danger.

“So he’s brought you here to try to convince me,” Mal said, turning those large blue eyes onto Alice, blinking slowly. Alice stuttered.

“Convince you of what?”

Mal scoffed and turned away.

“Mal, I came here because Eames said he was worried about you.”

“He doesn’t believe me…” Mal lamented as she stared out the window. “He says…he says that I’m frightening the children…”

“Mal, what’s going on?” this was more than a dissociative episode. Even in the midst of those, Dom was always Mal’s anchor. Her safe place. Her person who she could cling to until reality righted itself in her mind again. They loved each other very, very much.

Suddenly, Mal was seizing her, hands startlingly tight as they squeezed her arms. “What are you? Hm? Are you a projection? Something he’s conjured up to try to convince me that I’m crazy? Or are you stuck in here with us too?”

Alice’s eyes widened. “Projection–? Mal, what are you talking about?”

“He says that I’m wrong. But I’m not wrong. I know I’m not. I’m not crazy, Alice.”

“Of course you’re not,” Alice tried to soothe. “But…Mal…Mal, do you think that we’re in a dream right now?”

“I know that we are!”

“Have you tested your totem?”

Mal’s face twitched, a furious expression Alice had never seen pass her face before suddenly etched into her features.

“Mal?” she questioned as she let Alice go, standing to pace around the kitchen counter.

“Whoever is controlling the dream knows how my totem works, so they’re able to mimic how it would behave in the real world,” Mal reasoned.

“Okay,” Alice said slowly, reaching into her pocket. “Okay, let’s check mine, then,” pulling out the little silver pocket watch, she opened the covering to check the face. The second hand was running backwards. As it always did in the waking world. “Mal…my totem says that this isn’t a dream.”

“You sound just like him!” Mal said, bringing her hands down on the counter, bowing her head. “Alice…” she raised her head, expression desperate. “I have had this argument more times than I can count.”

“Mal…”

“We have…we have to get out. We have to escape. All of us. We have to…” Mal’s ramblings faded as her eyes wandered to land on the knife block sitting on the kitchen counter. Eyes growing wide as dinner plates, Alice rose from her seat, coming around the counter, to rest her hands on Mal’s shoulders.

“Mal, no. That’s not…we shouldn’t be talking about that unless we’re sure–”

“But I am sure!”

It was so startling, how far of a cry the woman in front of her was from the Mal that she knew. Mal had always been dreamy. Her mind often seemingly far away. But she was also controlled and level headed. Rational.

Alice did not recognize the woman before her with the desperate, crazed eyes.

“Mal…”

Alice’s phone started to ring, a shrill sound that echoed throughout the kitchen. Jumping, she fumbled for it in her pocket, glancing at Robert’s name across the screen.

“I have to take this.”

Mal nodded, once, swallowing. Holding the phone to her ear, she kept one eye on Mal. Just in case.

“Robbie?”

“Hey, um,” he sounded on the verge of tears. “Uncle Peter just called me and there’s…there’s something going on with Dad.”

Oh, God. Now what?

“What happened?”

“I don’t…they’re not sure, yet. But he’s in the hospital in Sydney.”

Sighing, she rubbed a hand across her forehead. “Shit. Okay. I’m on my way back.”

“I’m going to tell them to get the plane ready.”

“Yeah. Good idea. I’ll be there soon, okay, sweetheart?”

“I’m sorry. You don’t have to leave your friends…”

“It’s alright,” it really wasn’t, but that was probably the last thing that he needed to hear at the moment. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay. Love you.”

“Love you too. Bye,” she hung up the phone.

“What’s wrong?” Mal asked. The cloudiness seemed to have lifted from her eyes, looking more like her old self.

“Robert’s father is an old man who has no business still being the head of a major corporation,” she said with a sigh. “He’s in the hospital, again,” stuffing her phone into her pocket, she went to Mal. “I have to go.”

Mal nodded, eyes wide and teetering on frightened. Alice squeezed her arm.

“I’ll call you, okay? And don’t…Mal, please, don’t…”

Mal looked at the ground.

“I’ll do some investigating, okay?” Alice said, hoping to appease her. That maybe, if she felt that Alice was taking her concerns seriously, she wouldn’t decide to do anything rash. “And then we can talk and compare our notes, okay?”

Mal nodded. “Alright.”

“And Dom just wants to help you,” she added. “He wants you to be okay.”

“I know,” Mal said, chewing on her bottom lip, ringing her hands together. “He won’t listen to me,” it clearly deeply upset her.

Alice knew that she needed to go; that Robert needed her. And yet still she hesitated, a feeling growing that she shouldn’t leave. That something terrible would happen if she did.

Perhaps she had been away from everything for too long. Her new job and life in Australia had made it difficult to stay in touch with her old friends. It had been ages since she’d seen any of them. And phone calls with everyone save for Eames had grown less and less regular. Though she doubted that her presence would have done much to help battle…whatever it was that Mal was dealing with in her head.

Mal sighed and patted her hand. “Don’t worry. Dom doesn’t believe me. And I can’t leave without him, so…”

That was something, at least. Alice wrapped her arms around her, squeezing her tightly. “It’s going to be okay, Mal.”

“I know,” she said, hugging her back. “Goodbye, Alice.”

The finality in which Mal seemed to say it alarmed her, but there wasn’t much more that she could do. “Bye, Mal,” Alice looked her up and down, one last time, and moved to the door. “Dom?” she called, knocking on the office door. “I have to go.”

“Go?” he appeared at the door a moment later. “You just got here.”

She rubbed at her forehead. “Yeah, I know. But Robert just called saying that his dad has a health problem, so we have to get back down to Sydney right away…”

“Oh,” Dom nodded. “Yes, of course.”

“Dom…” she lowered her voice to a whisper. “What the hell?”

“I know…I know I’ll explain later, I promise–”

“She’s talking about committing suicide, Dom!”

“I know!” he snapped back, then took a deep breath reigning in his temper. “I know, Alice. I’ve tried everything and some days it seems like she’s getting better, but then…”

“I just…she’s had dissociative episodes before but nothing like this…”

“I know,” the defeated look that crossed his face was enough to get her to reach out, squeezing his shoulder.

“It’s your anniversary tomorrow, right?” she asked.

“Yeah. We’re leaving the kids with their grandparents for the night. Going to a hotel suite. I’m hoping…I don’t know. Maybe it will be good for her.”

“Well, I hope you two have a good time.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll come back out as soon as I can,” she promised.

“Thank you. I would appreciate it.”

Nodding, she gave him a parting hug, rubbing his back. “Look after her.”

“Doing my best,” he said with a shrug. She gave him a sad smile and he walked her to the door, waving at her from the porch as she drove away.

∗ ∗ ∗

“How is he?”

Peter pinched at the bridge of his nose, clearly fighting back a headache. He didn’t look like he had slept.

“Stabilized, at least,” he said with a sigh. Beside her, Robert let out a relieved sound. She rubbed his back, taking note of the expression that passed across Peter’s face.

“But…?” she prompted.

“The doctors are telling him that he needs to step away from Fischer Morrow. Completely. The stress…it’s becoming too much for him,” Peter’s face was grave. “He’s refusing, of course. Robert, I don’t suppose that you could try to convince him…”

“Since when has he ever listened to a word I’ve said?” Robert huffed, but at the look on Peter’s face, he sighed and nodded. “I’ll talk to him.”

“Thank you,” Peter gave a jerk of his head, beginning to lead them from the hospital waiting room. “His room is this way.”

Taking Robert’s hand and squeezing it, she gave him what she hoped was a reassuring smile that he tried to return, though it came out wobbly.

“I’ll wait out here,” she said, leaning against the wall across from Maurice’s door.

“You’re sure?” Robert asked.

“Yeah. Don’t want to agitate him further,” watching them go into the hospital room, she crossed her arms over her chest, frowning down at the floor.

Her phone began to buzz in her pocket and she made an annoyed sound, fishing it from her pocket, preparing to press the button to reject the call until she saw the contact name flashing across the screen.

“Arthur?” she asked, pressing the phone to her ear.

“Alice? Alice, where are you? Are you still in Los Angeles?”

“What? No, I’m back in Sydney,” there was a strain to Arthur’s voice that alarmed her. Arthur was always the steady one. “Why? What’s going on?”

“Alice…” Arthur trailed off, and he heard him draw in a trembling breath from the other end of the line. “Alice, Mal’s dead.”

She blinked, breath sucking into her lungs and staying there as her lips parted. One hand came out to brace herself against the wall. “What?”

“She’s dead, Als. She…she jumped off a ledge at a hotel she and Cobb were staying at.”

“Oh…” she whispered, clapping a hand over her mouth, for a moment thinking that she might be sick. “Um, okay…I…what…”

“I’m at the airport in Munich waiting for my flight right now. Eames is flying in from France.”

“What about Cobb?”

Another sigh. “Okay, Alice. I need you to listen to me. Cobb’s…they think Cobb killed her.”

“What!?”

“The hotel room was trashed, like there had been a struggle, and apparently she filed a letter with their lawyer telling them that Cobb had threatened to kill her. She told him about it, before she jumped.”

“Jesus,” she muttered.

“They haven’t arrested him yet, but it’s only a matter of time. He’s trying to find a way out of the country, but I don’t think he’s going to be able to do it in time.”

“I…” she tried to force her head to stop spinning. To push away the waves of shock and grief in order to allow her to think. “I think that I could get him out.”

“You do?”

“Some of the executives of the company who live in Los Angeles have private planes. I might be able to cobble something together. I’ll have to talk to Robert about it.”

“You think he’ll help?”

“Yeah,” she said confidently. “If I ask him to, yeah.”

“Okay. Hurry. Me or Eames will call you once we’re stateside about the…funeral and everything.”

Nodding, she squeezed her eyes shut. “Okay…” her voice broke a little at the end of the word.

Arthur made a sound of distress on the other line. “I just don’t understand why she would have…”

“I do,” Alice said, nausea twisting in her gut. “I know why she did it.”

“You do?”

“I’ll tell you later.”

“Alright. Talk soon.”

“Yeah.”

“And Alice?” he hesitated a moment, and then just said, “take care of yourself.”

Her face crumpled. “You too.”

Hanging up, she rested one hand over her eyes, feeling her chest begin to shutter as she started to cry softly to herself. Behind her, the door to the hospital room creaked open.

“Alice?”

Her attempt to bite back a sob was rather unsuccessful, Robert’s hand finding her shoulder, turning her towards him.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

She just flung her arms around his middle and hugged him tight to her. He hugged her back, clearly concerned and confused.

“I need you to do something for me,” she whispered into his chest.

∗ ∗ ∗

“It’s done,” Robert told her, hanging up the phone. “All he has to do is get in the car with our guy and they’ll get him to the airport and on a plane.”

Alice nodded, staring out the window. Spooky had curled up in her lap, as if sensing her distress, while Cider pressed against her side. Fingers stroking through the cat’s hair, she sniffled.

“Thank you.”

Setting the phone down, Robert sat down on the couch next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his chest.

“You want to tell me why I just helped get a wanted criminal out of the United States?” the question wasn’t spoken unkindly, but she could hear the clear curiosity that was there.

“Dom didn’t kill Mal,” she said, wiping at her nose.

“That I figured.”

She had already told him about Mal’s strange behavior on the plane when they were flying back to Sydney. “I’ll have to find out more from Dom about what was going on, but…Mal always had problems with dissociation. That was why she came up with the totem concept. But this time she was convinced, despite what her totem was saying, that she was still in a dream. That death was the only escape.”

“But why would she frame him for her suicide?”

“She didn’t want to leave without him,” Alice said, softly. “She wanted him to feel like he didn’t have a choice but to go with her,” she sniffled. Robert squeezed her.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

Laying her head more firmly against him, she closed her eyes. “I should have stayed. Maybe, if I had…”

“This isn’t your fault,” he said, firmly tilting her head up to look into his stern blue eyes. “Okay?” he kissed her forehead. “Come here.”

She let him pull her as deep into his arms as was physically possible, listening to his soothing, gentle voice as he tried to calm her.

Trying her hardest to believe him.

∗ ∗ ∗

“Eames,” she pushed past a few black-clad mourners to get to him, and he immediately wrapped her in one of his familiar bear hugs, squeezing her tightly.

“Hey, Ace.”

Arthur was standing next to him, and embraced her as soon as she separated from Eames.

“No boyfriend?” Eames asked curiously. She shook her head.

“He had to stay in Sydney to take care of his dad.”

Robert had wanted very badly to go with her, but in the end it just wasn’t feasible. Someone needed to stay to keep an eye on the company and Maurice.

They began to all file into the funeral venue. They were greeted briefly by Miles, his face solemn and haggard. Beside him, his wife was fussing over Phillipa and James, their tiny faces drawn downwards as they looked at their mother’s coffin. Gulping down the lump in her throat, Alice fiddled with her fingers as she followed Arthur and Eames to their seats. It was a closed casket funeral.

She started crying about halfway through the ceremony. Eames rubbed her shoulder while Arthur squeezed her knee. She couldn’t have been more grateful for them. Without Robert with her, she needed the comfort of her friends’ presence more than ever.

“It was a nice ceremony,” Arthur commented as they walked from the cemetery.

“Yeah, it was,” Alice agreed, still dabbing at her eyes. Eames grunted in acknowledgement, hands shoved into his pockets.

“You guys want to go get some lunch?” Arthur suggested.

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

They had just sat down and ordered when both Arthur and Eames turned to her expectantly.

“She thought that she was still in a dream,” Alice explained, figuring that the most straightforward version of the story was probably the best. “I visited her and Dom a day or so before she died, and…she was rambling about being stuck in a dream and not believing her totem and how we needed to…escape.”

“Jesus,” Eames muttered, leaning back against the booth. “She say why she thought that?”

Alice shook her head. “No.”

“She’s had dissociative problems for as long as I’ve known her,” Arthur chimed in.

“No, I’ve been thinking about that, and…I don’t know, guys. It seemed like it was more than that,” she shrugged.

“He and Mal were still conducting experiments,” Arthur said. “Maybe that had something to do with it.”

“I’ll ask Dom about it, when I see him again.”

Both Eames and Arthur mumbled in agreement, all three of them growing silent as the waiter came by with their food.

“I don’t suppose there would be a way for your billionaire boyfriend to wave a magic wand and get Cobb’s charges cleared?” Eames said after the waiter had left, taking a sip of his coffee. Alice shook her head.

“He doesn’t have that kind of pull. At least not in the American criminal justice system. His father might, but there’s no way Maurice would help us.”

They all looked down at their hands regretfully, in a combination of silent mourning and contemplation.

∗ ∗ ∗

Sighing, exhaustion heavy and deep in his bones, Robert pushed open the front door, inputting the code for the alarm system. Shrugging off his suit jacket, he smiled as Cider came padding up to greet him with a meow.

“Hi, Ci,” he said, bending to give her a few pets along the back before heading towards the kitchen, frowning at how dark the house still was. Alice was supposed to have gotten home from the airport by now. She’d called him when her plane had landed. “Alice?”

He found her sitting on the floor, back leaning against the wall adjacent to the bar. Spooky was curled up next to her, looking after her watchfully. In one hand, she clutched a bottle of wine, only about one fourth the way full. Her cheeks were red and puffy, eyes bloodshot.

“Alice…” sitting down beside her, he took the bottle from her gently, her fingers slipping away with ease. Her grip on it had been loose in the first place. Glancing down at the label, he raised an eyebrow. “Strong stuff, sweetheart.”

Alice’s bottom lip started to tremble, and then she was crying again, burying her face in her hands. “I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, no, Alice. It’s okay,” he put the bottle aside and pulled her to him, letting his chin rest against the top of her head. “It’s okay, sweetheart.”

He repeated the phrase over and over, rocking her gently from side to side as she continued to cry. His poor girl. She didn’t deserve any of this.

“It was my fault. I should have–I should have stayed with her. I shouldn’t have left her and Dom alone. And…and…and now I drank all your wine,” the way that she all but wailed the last part would have been hysterical had the rest not been so saddening.

“No, no, honey, it wasn’t your fault. You did nothing wrong, okay? There’s no guarantee that you would have been able to stop Mal even if you had stayed,” he leaned back to wipe away her tears. “And I really don’t care about the wine. It's a shitty label anyway,” he gave her a half smile to reassure her, and she left out a tiny, hiccupping sound that might have been the beginnings of a laugh. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed,” he scooped her up bridal style into his arms, head tilting against her as she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into his shoulder.

He got her into the bedroom and out of her clothes and into her pajamas, laying her down on the bed and pulling the blankets up around her.

“Get over here and comfort her, you furballs,” he said affectionately to the cats who had wandered in after him, patting the space next to Alice until they both jumped up to cuddle against her, purring. He changed out of his own clothes, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and crawling into bed next to her, tugging her closer until she was laying on his chest.

“I’m sorry,” she said, again.

“Stop apologizing,” Robert soothed, kissing her eyelids. “It’s okay.”

“I love you,” she sniffled. He rubbed her back, suddenly feeling very helpless, wishing that he could somehow make everything better for her.

“I love you too.”

∗ ∗ ∗

“Dom, I need you to tell me what really happened to Mal,” Alice said, staring at his back where he was leaning against the railing of the balcony. She was sitting at the little table in his hotel suite, fingers drumming against the surface. He had greeted her with little more than a weak hug and a mumbled hello. Her condolences met with just a grunt.

“I know that you didn’t kill her,” she clarified quickly. “But I know that what was going on with her was more than just a dissociative episode.”

When he didn’t respond, she sighed, standing from the table and going out onto the balcony.

“Arthur said that you and her were still experimenting,” she tried to prompt. “Did something happen…?”

Still, nothing. Her temper spiked.

“Considering that I just saved your ass from being imprisoned, I think I deserve to know just what the hell happened.”

Dom’s head bowed, as if weighed down by something heavy and terrible, before he finally lifted it to look at her. “You’re right,” he said. “We were…experimenting. With depth. I wanted to see just how many layers deep we could go.”

Her brows pinched together. “You didn’t end up in limbo, did you?”

His silence was answer enough.

“Jesus, Dom.”

“I know,” he looked down again, then gave her a humorless smile. “And that isn’t even the worst of it.”

“What do you mean?”

“We were…we were there for a long, long time, Alice.”

“How long?”

“Long enough to grow old together,” he said, voice deeply wistful. Reaching out, she rested a hand on his arm. “Mal…she lost herself, down there. Limbo became reality to her. And I couldn’t get her to let go.”

“So…” Alice frowned.

“Do you remember the concept that I taught you about, back when we were in France? About not stealing an idea from a person’s mind, but planting one instead?”

“Inception,” she said, nodding. “Yes, I remember,” staring at Dom, the realization began to hit her in one massive, terrible wave. “Oh, Dom…what did you do?”

“I thought…I thought that the idea would just be there until we got out of limbo. And then everything would be fine.”

“What idea was it?”

“That her world wasn’t real. That…”

“Death was the only escape,” she finished for him. Between them, a mournful silence stretched on forever. “The idea followed her even after she woke up,” it wasn't a question.

Dom was fiddling with something between his fingers. It was Mal’s little spinning top, turning over and over between his fingers.

“You’re waiting for a train. A train that will take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you, but you don’t know for sure. But it doesn’t matter…because you’ll be together.”

“Who said that?” Alice asked, searching her mind for the author of the quote.

“I did,” Dom flashed her a sad smile. “To Mal. God, I killed her, Alice.”

Shaking her head back and forth, she hugged his shoulders. “You were trying to save her.”

“Yeah,” it was clear from his tone that he didn’t fully believe her. “I’m going to head out tomorrow for Europe. Arthur’s got a job lined up for us.”

“Okay,” Alice nodded. “Well,” she cleared her throat, awkwardly. “Let me know if you need anything.”

“I will.”

Giving his shoulder one last squeeze, she began to head for the door.

“Alice?”

She turned back.

“Thank you.”

Nodding, she offered him a small smile.

“Of course.”

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A Leap of Faith

Robert Fischer x Cobbs Daughter!reader

a/n - this is going to be multiple parts as I thought that would be preferable to a 20k fic. So let me know what you think! Also should I make a taglist for this???? (it's my first time doing a multi-chapter so I don't really know :)

description - y/n, the daughter of the thief Dominic Cobb and the late Mal Cobb, joined her father on the run. Knowing her fathers innocence, she couldn't bear to be without him, so she gave up on her architecture degree and followed him into the world of dreams. They do jobs together and, even though Cobb worries about the amount of danger he's putting her in he'd rather her be with him in the dreams rather than on the outside with his name like a brand. In the latest job they are given, Cobb finds peace and Y/n finds her one true love.

*reader is 20*

warnings - angst, dream infiltrating, incepting an idea into someones mind (which comes with it's own ethical qualms), mentions of death, creepy men.

word count - 1.2k

a/n - watched Oppenheimer so yeah...Cillian Murphy.

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Some thought I was stupid. Following my father into a life of crime. Every day my life was threatened and every day I felt unsafe in my skin. But I couldn’t let my father go. I knew mom hadn’t been well since they woke from their dream.

Dad had told me they’d been stuck for 50 years and I suddenly realised how muddled my mom had become. So I knew there was no way he’d killed her that night. She’d wanted to wake up and she wanted him to come with her.

So I followed my dad because I’d rather be a criminal than be without him. Some thought my father was stupid for letting me follow. But truth was, he wanted me with him as well. We couldn’t see James and Philippa so we settled for the family we had left. Us two.

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

The clock’s hands on my watch reached 30. I hurriedly placed the headphones onto Nash’s head and began the music.

Arthur woke up first as the sedative wore off. He told me that Saito had figured it out and we needed to disappear. I helped him with the others. Seconds later Nash and dad woke up in succession.

“How did you mess up the carpet?”

“I didn’t know he was going to rub his face on it.” I rolled my eyes at his incompetency.

“You always have to expect them to do the unexpected!” I voiced my concerns.

“Oh yeah how about you go down there with us instead of judging from up here!”

“I’ve been in dreams longer than you’ve been alive my friend.” I smirked at him but felt him sidle up to my ear and whisper. “I’d have you on the carpet.” He was roughly shoved back by Arthur. In the years of him working with my dad, Arthur had practically become my protector and he looked out for me at every turn. He glared at Nash in warning and jerked his head towards where my dad was packing up. Arthur could handle him on his own but he relished in the fear that spread across his eyes.

I helped my dad pack up the case and took the hand he offered me as he led me down the bullet train.

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

I joined dad in his hotel room with Arthur and we prepared to leave. We only stayed in the same room in very dire circumstances as dad believed I was safer far from him. Or because he felt safer alone.

When I entered, I noticed the spinning top.

Mom.

Dad followed my eyes and then looked down ashamed. I knew what he was doing. He was hanging on the balance of dream and reality, convincing himself that mom was wrong.

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

We three came to the rooftop, ready to fly away from this mess. But the closer we got, we noticed Nash slumped, bloody and bruised. Suddenly Saito appeared from the other side.

“He sold you out, in exchange for my sparing of his life.” Of course, it would be him! I tried to appear angry but I felt nothing. Our lives would be over soon.

Saito offered my father a gun but he declined saying that he doesn’t handle things that way. As Nash was dragged out of the helicopter we were invited to take our seats. I followed nervously.

“What will you do with him?”

“Nothing, but I can’t speak for Cobal engineering.” Ice ran down my spine, understanding the fate we narrowly avoided. Dad grasped my shaking hands.

“What do you want from us?”

“Inception. Is it possible?” Dad tensed and tightened his grip on my hands.

“Of course not!” Arthur answered.

“If you can steal an idea from someone’s mind, why can’t you plant one instead.”

“Okay, here’s me planting an idea in your mind. I say, ‘don’t think about elephants’, what do you think about?”

“Elephants.”

“Right but it wasn’t your idea. Because you know I gave it to you.”

I jumped in to assist. “The subjects mind can always trace the genesis of the idea, true inspiration is impossible to fake.”

My dad softly whispered beside me, and I managed to make out his disagreement with mine and Arthur’s points.

“Can you do it?” Saito smirked.

“Are you offering me a choice? Cause I can find my own way to square things with Cobal.”

“Then you have a choice.”

“Then I choose to leave, sir.”

“You want to take that risk? You want her to take that risk?” His piercing eyes lifted to mine and I felt my dad’s palms sweat at the thought of me in danger. He knew Cobal engineering would not even spare his daughter.

We landed outside of a private jet and I jumped out first ready to leave. I was enchanted by the scale of the jet but my happiness was short lived when I remembered who I was and what was going to happen, once again. Arthur and Dad joined my stride but we were halted by Saito’s voice. A final plea.

“How would you like to go home.” No. How dare he taunt us like that. There was nothing I wanted more than to go home with my dad and he chooses to dangle that freedom in front of us like a donkey with a carrot!

“Can’t fix that! No one can!”

“Just like Inception.” I don’t know if it was the sincerity in his voice but I chose to shuck off Arthur’s hand on my arm and walk back towards the helicopter.

“You’re serious. Aren’t you? Well how complex is the idea.”

"y/n what are you doing?"

“Simple enough.”

I scoffed. “No idea is simple enough if you have to plant it in someone’s mind.”

“My main competitor is an old man in poor health. His son will soon inherit his father’s business. I need him to decide to break up his father’s empire.” A business deal. Did I expect anything less. At least we could remove emotions from it. Simple and transactional.

My father joined the discussion. “If I did this-If I even could do this.” He grabbed my hand. “We’d need a guarantee. How do I know you can deliver?”

“You don’t! But I can. So, do you want to take a leap of faith?”

I shivered hearing my mother’s words pour out of this man’s mouth.

“Or become an old man, filled with regret?”

Dad lowered his head into a gentle nod.

“Assemble your team Mr Cobb, and choose your people more wisely.” The helicopter doors closed and up it went. In a daze I followed them onto the jet and sat down, silent.

“Look, I know how much you two want to go home--”

“No. Arthur, you don’t.” The first words I’d said in over an hour. I punctuated them by standing up and locking myself in the bathroom. Dad’s fingers brushed mine as I left in a brazen attempt to stop me.

As I sat there I thought back on my life, specifically the before. Pictures and films of our happy family danced through my head and I cried. I cried for the first time since we’d left that day. Since I’d hugged my baby siblings goodbye and promised them I’d be back soon. I cried thinking there might be a way. This was our chance.

I splashed water on my face and made my way back out with a fresh smile. I rested my arm on my dad’s shoulder.

“we’re doing this.” I announced. “I know, sweetie.”

I relaxed back into my seat, assured in our choice but nervous of the outcome. “So, where to now.”

“Paris. We need another architect.”

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Part 16: Because You'll Be Together

Fandom: Inception

Pairing: Robert Fischer x OC

Summary: Alice helps with the planning of the inception.

Word Count: 3,306

Notes: No warnings this time.

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Chapter 2: Catharsis

She arrived at the warehouse with Eames in the late afternoon, both of them a little frazzled from the plane ride. Well, she was a little frazzled. Eames would probably be more or less incapacitated until tomorrow. But she’d wanted to see where they would be working and say hello to everyone, and he’d agreed to tag along.

She suspected that he just wanted to see Arthur, but she didn’t mention it.

“Well, look who’s here,” Arthur beamed when he saw her, coming forward to pull her into a hug. “Glad you decided to join us, Al.”

“Yeah,” she smiled sheepishly, adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder. “Good to see you, Arthur.”

“Uh, this,” he gestured with a sweeping arm to a woman only an inch or two taller than Alice, with curious eyes and dark hair. “Is Ariadne. The new architect.”

“Hi,” Alice smiled at her, shaking her hand warmly.

“Hello,” Ariadne had a soft voice, glancing at her shyly.

“Look at that, the three As, together at last,” Eames said. Arthur shot him a puzzled look.

“Jetlag,” Alice explained in a whisper.

“I hope that nickname isn’t gonna stick,” Arthur mumbled.

“Just for that it is!” Eames shouted from where he’d gone to set his bag down. Alice snickered, stretching up on her toes, she craned her head around a mess of vials and tubes in the corner.

“Hi, Yusuf.”

He poked his head up from under a shelf. “Oh! Hello, Alice,” he waved to her. She turned back to Arthur.

“Where’s Cobb?”

He jerked his head towards a back room. “Brooding. You gonna say hi?”

“After I shout at him for a little while.”

Arthur cracked a smile. “Don’t be too rough. He didn’t know Robert was the mark until after he’d accepted the job.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she set her bag down and began to make her way towards the room Arthur had gestured towards. Banging her knuckles against it, she waited until she heard a grunt of acknowledgment before wrenching it open and stepping inside.

He was just standing at a table, staring at the spinning top, not moving at all as it spun and spun. Neither of them said anything, until it had toppled to a stop and he snatched it up.

“Hello, Dom.”

“Alice,” he looked up, face twitching into a sad attempt at a smile. “Eames actually convinced you to come.”

She slammed the door shut with the heel of her shoe, stalked towards him, then stopped. If she got any closer, she might strangle him.

“What are you doing?” she asked, voice trembling with rage. Cobb sighed.

“Look, I didn’t know it was Fischer when I said yes–”

“You shouldn’t have said yes the second that inception was mentioned!” she shook her head. “Of all the people here…”

He hung his head. “I have to get home, Alice.”

A sound of frustration left her lips as she began to pace, back and forth steadily across the room, shaking her head. Cobb watched her.

“Why’d you come back, Alice?”

“Because I know that you’re going to try this with or without me. And with me, at least Robert has some chance of not coming out of this a fucking vegetable.”

“I would never do anything to endanger Robert, I know how much he means to you–”

“You already are endangering him,” she snapped. “This mission inherently endangers him, so don’t give me that shit.”

Cobb looked her up and down. “You swear more than when I last saw you.”

“Yeah, well, it’s been a stressful fucking year.”

“Maurice’s failing health has made things difficult, I imagine.”

Scoffing, she slumped backwards against the table, her hands bracing against it. “Like things weren’t difficult enough already,” she muttered.

“He can’t break free, can he?”

Alice jammed her eyes shut, both grateful and hating her former mentor’s power to so easily read her. “No,” she admitted. “He wants to, but he can’t bring himself to.”

“Maurice fucked him up good.”

“It’s not just Maurice, it’s the entire company. It’s like a massive cancer, destroying everything in its path. And everyday, I watch it chip a little more away from him,” she wiped at her nose. “Everyday, he turns a little more into his father. I see it. He sees it. He talks all the time about getting away. About not wanting to be like Maurice. But he just…can’t bring himself to do it,” she wondered if this was what Cobb had felt like, with Mal, when they were trapped in limbo. Trying to break free from her shattered reality but not able to fully do it. She ran a hand tiredly down her face. No. She wouldn’t be like Cobb. And Robert sure as hell wouldn’t end up like Mal. Not if she had anything to say about it.

“So that’s why you came? To help him break free?” Cobb had walked around the table to stand beside her with a sigh. Alice looked at him gravely.

“I have conditions.”

“I’m all ears.”

“Precautions will be taken, to ensure the idea won’t spread or follow him afterwards, like it did with Mal. Eames and I will be in charge of actually implanting it.”

“Why Eames?”

“Because given your track record I trust him with this more than I trust you.”

Cobb frowned. “Harsh,” he gave her a humorless smile. “But fair.”

“Cobb…I understand that you want to get back to your children, but Robert’s safety has to be my priority here.”

“He won’t be in any danger.”

“Point still stands.”

“I understand.”

“Cobb,” she still didn’t feel like he did. “Promise me, that you won’t let anything happen to him.”

Cobb looked at her steadily. “I promise.”

∗ ∗ ∗

They gathered in a small circle of chairs around the room. Cobb had newspaper clippings and photographs splayed out over the desk. Alice raised an eyebrow as she looked it all over.

“Thorough. You know you could have just called me, right? I’d have been able to tell you most of this.”

Cobb shrugged. “I wasn’t as convinced as Eames was that you’d say yes.”

“Ye of little faith,” she spun around her chair, grinning at Eames where he was sitting next to her. She continued to swing back and forth lazily in the chair as they began to bounce ideas off of each other.

“I think positive emotion trumps negative emotion every time. We all yearn for reconciliation. For catharsis,” Cobb was saying, tapping the table. “We need Robert Fischer to have a positive emotional reaction to all this.”

“Alright, well try this: um…‘my father accepts that I want to create for myself, not follow in his footsteps,” Eames suggested. Cobb nodded.

“That might work.”

Alice shot Eames a triumphant look. They’d had lots of time to brainstorm together on the plane trip from Sydney.

“‘Might?’ I think we need to do a little better than ‘might,’” Arthur grumbled.

“Thank you for your contribution, Arthur,” Eames bristled. Alice rolled her eyes. Like kids on the playground, those two. Pulling each other’s hair so the other would notice them.

“It’ll work,” she said as the two continued to bicker, taking a sip from her coffee. Cobb glanced at her and she shrugged. “I know him better than anyone,” a pinprick of sadness struck her. “All he’s ever wanted is for his dad to love him.”

∗ ∗ ∗

The planning was going well. Her narratives for each level were coming along nicely, and everyone was working well together. Ariadne had fit into the group seamlessly, and Alice liked her. They spent a significant amount of time in the dream space during their planning, and she often kept an eye on the little architect, playing around with the landscape of buildings in the background while the rest of them paced around the streets she’d already constructed and talked. She’d picked up on it fast.

The only one who was a bit of a problem was Saito. He’d made his distrust of Alice clear, and refused to speak a single word to her after their first introduction. Alice couldn’t exactly say that the feeling was unreturned. It wasn’t like he’d hired Cobb out of the kindness of his heart to help Robert wrestle himself free from a company intent on sucking the very soul out of him. He just wanted his company to win.

But, Cobb must have said something to convince him she was trustworthy, because he permitted her to stay, despite his clear misgivings.

She was leaning against a table in Yusuf’s makeshift lab next to Eames, watching with growing amusement as he tested out the sedative he’d been designing. Specifically that the inner ear customization he’d included in it worked, so that a kick would actually wake them up.

Neither of them could hide their snickers as Yusuf tipped over the chair Arthur was sleeping in. Arthur shot awake while he was in free-fall, arms flailing as he landed on the group with a thump.

“Glad you both are enjoying yourselves,” he glared up at them. She and Eames just grinned at him innocently.

∗ ∗ ∗

It was later than she usually stayed, but she’d wanted to wrap up her work on the second layer before going back to her hotel room. Her stupid, cold, empty hotel room. It had surprised her how homesick she’d become, considering how often she and Robert traveled.

She was probably just missing him.

Yawning and stretching in her chair, she flicked off the little lamp at the corner of her desk, pulling off her reading glasses and rubbing her eyes while she tucked them into a case that went into her purse.

Standing, she spotted another light on in the warehouse. Head cocking, she approached Ariadne’s work station lazily to find her hunched over in her chair, fiddling with a pen.

“You know, if you made a big enough of a fuss, you could probably get Cobb to pay you overtime,” Alice smiled good naturedly, hopping up to sit on the table next to her. Ariadne started, giving her a nervous smile.

“I’m not working on sketches or anything.”

“Then what’re you doing?”

She sighed. “I’m trying to pick out a totem. Arthur said I needed one.”

“Hm,” Alice tilted her head as she tugged her hair out of the bun she’d put it in while she was working. “Any ideas?”

Ariadne sighed again. “Not really.”

“You don’t have anything that you keep on yourself at all times?”

“Nothing unique enough.”

“Well, sometimes you have to find an object, and then make your own modifications to it to make it unique,” she watched Ariadne frown. “It can be difficult,” she comforted.

“What’s yours?”

“It’s, uh, this,” reaching into her pocket, she pulled out the little silver pocket watch, holding it up. “I have the time set to run a specific way, so all I have to do is check it.”

“I see.”

“It’ll come to you,” she tucked the watch back away. “Sometimes the totem choses you just as much as you chose it.”

“Yeah,” Ariadne rubbed a hand across her face. “Thanks.”

“Sure,” jumping off the table, Alice tugged the strap of her purse up higher on her shoulder. “I’m going back to the hotel. Don’t forget to lock up when you leave.”

“I won’t.”

She got only a few steps before Ariadne called after her.

“Hey, Alice?”

Spinning on her heel, she looked at Ariadne quizzically. She was biting at her lip.

“Cobb stays late. Sometimes with Yusuf. Sometimes by himself. Says he’s running experiments, but…”

“You’ll get used to Cobb’s eccentricities,” she said, but still cocked her head. Considering everything that had happened, the idea of Cobb running experiments made her nervous. “Any idea what they’re about?”

Ariadne shook her head. “I thought you might know.”

“Mm,” her foot tapped against the floor anxiously. “I’ll ask him about it,” when she looked back at Ariadne, she saw the same worry she carried reflected in her eyes. “Thanks for telling me.”

“Sure.”

∗ ∗ ∗

She just about flew across the room at the sound of her phone buzzing, snatching it up and holding it to her ear.

“Hello?”

“Hey, sweetheart.”

A wide smile bloomed unconsciously across her face at the sound of his voice. “Hi.”

“How are things going?”

“Good, actually. It shouldn’t be long before I’ll be able to come back home,” she plopped down on the bed. “Any updates?”

“Nothing noteworthy,” he sighed, sounding tired. “How are your friends?”

“Everyone’s good. The new architect is sweet. I like her,” she stretched out on top of the comforter, staring up at the ceiling as she talked. “It’s been good to see everyone.”

“I bet. Maybe when this is all over I can finally meet some of them.”

“I think they’d like that. How’s work?”

“Ugh.”

She couldn’t help the soft laugh at his grunt of disdain. “Alright, I won’t ask.”

“No, it’s fine. Just…you know,” Robert huffed. “The cats miss you. Spooky keeps waiting by the front door like she expects you to come home.”

Her heart twisted a little at the mental image. “Aw, I miss them too. They’ve been keeping you good company though, right?”

“Oh, yeah. They’ve officially stolen your spot in the bed. I think you may have to fight them in order to get it back.”

She laughed. “What time is it over there?”

“Uhhh,” she heard him shifting as he probably checked his watch. “Almost eight in the morning. You?”

“Almost midnight. I was just about to get in bed when you called.”

“Mm. I’ll let you go so you can sleep, then.”

“Yeah,” the mattress shifted under her when she sat up. “Listen, I mean it. I’ll be home soon.”

“Okay. Just keep me updated.”

“Will do,” she worried at her bottom lip. “I really miss you.”

“I miss you too, sweetheart.”

She was half tempted to curl around the phone, not wanting to let the sound of his voice go yet.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”

“Of course. Sleep well.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The line went dead and she sighed in soft longing. She loved her friends, and it was wonderful to get the chance to actually spend more time with them. But Robert was her person; always had been, and ever since they’d gotten together they’d been practically attached at the hip. It was hard being so far away from him for so long.

Setting the phone aside on the bedside table, she wriggled underneath the comforter and flicked off the light, curling up. It felt strange to sleep alone. She’d grown accustomed to the weight of him beside her, the warm heaviness of his arm around her waist. More often she used his chest as a pillow more than her actual pillow, and the soft sound of his snores lulled her better than any sort of sleep medication ever could. It felt foreign to sleep alone. Lonely and cold.

She didn’t sleep very well that night.

∗ ∗ ∗

“Ari says you’ve been working late most nights,” she brought it up to him as casually as she knew how, while they were going over the narratives she’d written.

“I have.”

“She said you’re running experiments.”

Cobb shot her a pointed look. “Nothing like…like what happened.”

“Yeah, but something’s wrong. And it’s not just worry for your kids,” she leaned closer.

“It’s nothing.”

Alice rolled her eyes, grabbing her coffee and taking a large gulp. “Don’t pull that shit with me. I know you too well,” kicking the other chair out towards him, she nodded at it. Cobb looked for a moment like he was considering just booking it away from her, but then he huffed and slouched down into the chair, expression a little like that of a child brought into the principal’s office for doing something bad.

“Arthur says that there have been some problems on some jobs you two’ve been on,” she hugged the paper coffee cup to her chest. “That Mal’s been showing up and sabotaging things.”

“It’s under control.”

“He said she shot him.”

“Goddammit, Arthur,” he muttered, rubbing a hand over his forehead. “Look, I have it under control. I’m taking precautions…it’ll be fine.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t–”

“I’m not sitting this out, Alice,” he said sternly. “With Ariadne designing the mazes and me not knowing the designs, there’s no way even if Mal comes in she would be able to get to us.”

“Okay.”

He seemed surprised that she gave in so easily, leaning back in his chair. She just looked him up and down for a while, taking in the tired, stressed appearance. So unlike the man who had hired her so many years ago.

“Is it a relief? Whenever you see her?”

“When it’s just us in the dream, she seems more herself. But when there are others…” he shook his head. “I don’t recognize her.”

“I’m sorry,” she remembered what a comfort Robert’s projection had been to her, during the time that they’d been apart. And he wasn’t even dead.

Cobb just shrugged, helplessly.

∗ ∗ ∗

“Oh, shit,” the realization came to her suddenly. Oh. Oh. Cobb was going to be so mad at her. “Hey, Yusuf?”

He peeked his head out from behind a tower of vials. “Yes?”

“So, uh, ha ha. Funny story. Before you all came to me about this, I may have trained Robert’s subconscious to defend itself from extraction.”

Yusuf took off his glasses and stared at her. He leaned back for a moment, deep in thought, and then shrugged.

“I doubt with sedation it will be much of a problem.”

“You sure? His projections will be militarized.”

Yusuf shook his head. “The sedation typically helps keep the projections a bit more…docile. They’ll still attack if provoked enough, but they’re slower about it.”

“Okay, then. I guess we don’t have to worry about that then,” she nodded, relieved.

∗ ∗ ∗

It was the last day before her scheduled flight back to Sydney, and she was gathered with Cobb and Eames, ironing out the final details of the plan.

“He hasn’t got any surgery scheduled, no dental, nothing,” Eames grumbled.

“Wasn’t he supposed to have a knee operation?” Cobb asked.

“No,” Alice shook her head.

“Nothing. Nothing that’ll put him under for anywhere we need. We need at least a good ten hours,” Eames muttered.

“Sydney to Los Angeles,” Saito pipped up from where he’d been staring stoically out the window. “One of the longest flights in the world. He makes it every two weeks.”

“That’s right,” Alice nodded. Eames stared at her.

“Really? Every two weeks?”

She nodded again. “It’s grueling.”

“He must be flying private,” Cobb mused.

“Not if there were unexpected maintenance with his plane,” Saito tilted his head.

“It’d have to be a seven-forty-seven,” Arthur was approaching them with Ariadne in tow.

“Why’s that?” Cobb asked.

“Because in a seven-forty-seven the pilot’s up top and the first class cabin’s in the nose. So no one would walk through. But you’d have to buy out the entire cabin. And the first class flight attendant.”

“I bought the airline,” Saito announced. They all stared at him. He stuttered. “It seemed…neater.”

Cobb nodded, smiling. “It looks like we have our ten hours,” he began to jog down the stairs.

“I’ll make sure that he gets on the same plane as you,” Alice said softly to Eames.

“When’s your flight out tomorrow?”

“Early.”

“What will you tell him?”

She shrugged. “As much as he wants to know,” she scratched at her nose. “I’ll call you when Maurice is dead. If the doctors are to be believed, it won’t be long now.”

He patted her shoulder comfortingly. “This’ll work.”

She gave him a wobbly smile in return.

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Joseph Joestar x Caesar Zeppeli

Jotaro Kujo x Noriaki Kakyoin [♥]

Mohammed Abdul x Jean Pierre Polnareff

Kuroko no Basket

Atsushi Murasakibara x Tatsuya Himuro

Kiyoshi Teppei x Makoto Hanamiya [♥]

Midorima Shintaro x Takao Kazunari [♥]

Naruto

Uzumaki Naruto x Uchiha Sasuke

Hatake Kakashi x Umino Iruka [♥]

Haruno Sakura x Yamanaka Ino

One Piece

Eustass Kid x Trafalgar D. Law

Roronoa Zoro x Vinsmoke Sanji

Saint Seiya

Manigoldo x Albafika [♥]

Hyoga x Shun

Sailor Moon

Kunzite x Zoisite

Michiru Kaiō x Haruka Tenou

Sakura Card Captor

Touya Kinomoto x Yukito Tsukishiro [♥]

Shingeki no Kyojin

Erwin Smith x Levi Rivaille

Marco Bott X Jean Kirstein

The Prince of Tennis

Inui Sadaharu x Kaidou Kaoru [♥]

Tiger & Bunny

Kotetsu Kaburagi x Barnaby Brooks Jr.

Uragiri wa Boku no Namae wo Shitteiru

Hotsuma Renjou x Shusei Usui [♥♥♥]

Cartoons

Adventure Time

Marceline Abadeer x Princess Bubblegum

Marshall Lee x Prince Gumball

Avatar: the Last Airbender

Jet x Zuko [♥]

Ed, Edd n Eddy

Kevin x Edd (Doble D)

Generador Rex

Rex Salazar x Noah Nixon [♥]

Happy Tree Friends

Lumpy x Russell

Shifty x Lifty

Splendid x Flippy

Scooby-Doo

Daphne Blake x Velma Dinkley

The Dragon Prince

Rey Harrow x Viren

The Legend of Korra

Korra x Asami Sato

Iroh II x Bolin

Voltron

Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane x Adam [♥]

Xiaolin Showdown

Chase Young x Jack Spicer

Series

9-1-1

Edmundo "Eddie" Diaz x Evan "Buck" Buckley [♥]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Angel (Angelus) x Spike (William) [♥]

Willow Rosenberg x Tara Maclay

Carmilla

Carmilla Karnstein x Laura Hollis

Class

Matteusz Andrzejewski x Charlie Smith

Common Law

Travis Marks x Wes Mitchell [♥]

Cobra Kai

Daniel LaRusso x Johnny Lawrence

Deadwind (Karppi)

Sofia Karppi x Sakari Nurmi

Downton Abbey

Tom Branson x Thomas Barrow

Richard Ellis x Thomas Barrow

Eyewitness

Lukas Waldenbeck x Philip Shea

Grey's Anatomy

Mark Sloan x Derek Shepherd

Hannibal

Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham

Hawaii Five-0

Danny Williams x Steve McGarret [♥]

Hemlock Grove

Peter Rumancek x Roman Godfrey [♥]

How to Get Away with Murder

Oliver Hampton x Connor Walsh

Iron Fist

Danny Rand x Ward Meachum [♥♥]

Julie and the Phantoms

Alex x Willie

Las chicas del cable

Francisco Gómez x Carlos Cifuentes [♥]

LazyTown

Sportacus x Robbie Rotten

London Spy

Alex x Danny

Merlin

Arhur Pendragone x Merlin

Once Upon a Time

Regina Mills x Emma Swan

Regina Mills x Robin Hood

Shadow and Bone

Aleksander / The Darkling x Kaz Brekker

Jasper Fahey x Kaz Brekker

Star Trek

James T. Kirk x Spock

Leonard MCCoy x Spock

Malcolm Reed x Charles "Trip" Tucker III

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove x Steve Harrington

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

The Alienist

Laszlo Kreizler x John Moore

The Boys

Billy Butcher x Homelander (John)

The Irregulars

Billy x Leopold

Sherlock Holmes x John Watson

The Order

Hamish Duke x Randall Carpio

The Umbrella Academy

Diego Hargreeves x Klaus Hargreeves

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon x Rick Grimes

The Witcher

Geralt de Rivia x Jaskier

Torchwood

Jack Harkness x Ianto Jones [♥]

Travelers

Trevor Holden x Philip Pearson

Vampire Diaries

Alaric Saltzman x Damon Salvatore

Warehouse 13

Helena G. Wells x Myka Bering

Películas

Cloud Atlas

Rufus Sixsmith x Robert Frobisher

Sonmi-451 x Hae-Joo Chang

Inception

Eames x Robert Fischer

Dom Cobb x Robert Fischer

Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak

James Bond

James Bond x Q [♥]

Rise of the Guardians

Sandman x Pitch Black

Star Wars

Baze Malbus x Chirrut Îmwe

Poe Dameron x Armitage Hux [♥]

The Old Guard

'Joe' Yusuf Al-Kaysani x 'Nicky' Nicolo di Genova

The Road to El Dorado

Tulio x Miguel

U.N.C.L.E.

Napoleon Solo x Illya Kuryakin

Libros

Harry Potter

Albus Dumbledore x Gellert Grindelwald [♥]

Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy

Blaise Zabini x Theodore Nott [♥]

Pansy Parkinson x Daphne Greengrass [♥]

James Potter x Severus Snape [♥]

Sirius Black x Remus Lupin

Shadowhunters

Magnus Bane x Alexander G. Lightwood

The Raven Cycle

Ronan Lynch x Adam Parrish

Richard Gansey III x Blue Sargent

Comics

DC Comics

Apollo x Midnighter

Clark Kent x Bruce Wayne [♥]

Diana Prince x Steve Trevor

Garfield Logan x Rachel Roth

Hal Jordan x Barry Allen

Pamela Isley x Harleen Quinzel

Jason Todd x Dick Grayson [♥]

Maggie Sawyer x Kate Kane

Roy Harper x Dick Grayson

Cassandra Cain x Stephanie Brown

Hernan Guerra x Kirk Langstrom

Michael Jon Carter x Ted Kord

Marvel

America Chavez x Kate Bishop

Azazel x Janos Quested

Gambit x Rogue

Erik Lehnsherr & Charles Xavier

Logan x Scott Summers [♥]

Natasha Romanoff x Bruce Banner

Shatterstar x Julio Richter (Rictor) [♥]

Steve Rogers x James B. Barnes [♥]

Theodore Altman x William Kaplan

Tony Stark x Loki Laufeyson [♥]

Vision x Wanda Maximoff

Wade Wilson x Peter Parker

Videojuegos

Assassin's Creed

Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad x Malik Al-Sayf [♥]

Ezio Auditore da Firenze x Leonardo Da Vinci

Bayonetta

Bayonetta x Jeanne

Detroit: Become Human

Captain Allen x Gavin Reed

Connor, RK800 x Gavin Reed [♥]

Elijah Kamski x Gavin Reed

Elijah Kamski x Leo Manfred [♥]

Kara, AX400 x Luther, TR400 [♥]

Markus, RK200 x Simon, PL600 [♥]

Nines, RK900 x Gavin Reed

North, WR400 x Chloe, ST200

Ralph, WR600 x Jerry, EM400

Simon, PL600 x Gavin Reed

Devil May Cry

Dante x Vergil [♥]

Nero x V

Final Fantasy VII

Cid Highwind x Vincent Valentine

Final Fantasy XII

Basch fon Ronsenburg x Balthier [♥♥♥]

Kingdom Hearts

Saïx x Axel

Metal Gear

Solidus Snake x Raiden

Overwatch

Gabriel Reyes x Jack Morrison

Resident Evil

Chris Redfield x Leon S. Kennedy [♥♥♥]

Claire Redfield x Moira Burton

Jake Muller x Leon S. Kennedy

Jill Valentine x Chris Redfield

Jill Valentine x Carlos Oliveira [♥♥]

Jill Valentine x Claire Redfield

Rebecca Chambers x Billy Coen

The Evil Within

Sebastian Castellano x Joseph Oda

Podcast

Welcome to Night Vale

Carlos x Cecil Palmer

Crossovers

Samurai Jack/Johnny Bravo

Johnny Bravo x Samurai Jack

Canon x Oc

Deadwind (Karppi)

OMC x Sakari Nurmi

Downton Abbey

OMC x Thomas Barrow

Locke & Key

Tyler Locke x OMC

OMC x Duncan Locke

Lost in Space

OMC x Don West

Pokemon

OMC x x James

The Dragon Prince

Soren x OMC

The Irregulars

OMC x John Watson

The Lord of the Rings

OMC x Legolas

Political Animals

OMC x Thomas James "T.J." Hammond

Resident Evil

Jake Muller x OMC

Star Trek

OMC x Julian Bashir

Warehouse 13

OMC x Steve Jinks

Wizards: Tales of Arcadia

OMC x Hisirdoux "Douxie" Casperan

Duplas de Actores

Aaron Paul x Hugh Dancy

Bradley James x Colin Morgan

Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan

Daniel Craig x Ben Whishaw

Daniel Sunjata x Aaron Tveit

Dominic Purcell x Wentworth Miller

Edward Holcroft x Ben Whishaw

Gabriella Pession x Richard Flood

Gabriel Macht x Patrick J. Adams

Hanno Koffler x Max Riemelt

Jamie Dornan x Cillian Murphy

Jensen Ackles x Jared Padalecki

Landon Liboiron x Bill Skarsgård

Mads Mikkelsen x Hugh Dancy

Matt Davis x Ian Somerhalder

Michael Fassbender x James McAvoy

Rami Malek x Martin Wallström

Scott Caan x Alex O'Loughlin

Shemar Moore x Matthew Gray Gubler

Tom Hardy x Cillian Murphy

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