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arthureamesfic · 3 years
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Eames and Arthur were still feeling out their "relationship."
by: trololoception
word: 898
rating: E
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“Maybe I just don’t believe enough in love,” Arthur muses.
“Maybe you need some convincing,” Eames replies.
— untitled library love story by Avacyn
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arthureamesfic · 3 years
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Arthur waits for Eames to make up his mind.
by: trololoception
words: 1,189
rating: T
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arthureamesfic · 3 years
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"Hello," answers Eames, static crackling through his lazy drawl. "Hi, uh--" says Arthur, "I'd-- I'd like to place an order." "What would you like to have?" asks Eames. "I'd like a-- a m-m--" Arthur inhales slowly, then says, on the verge of tears, "a meat lover's special. With extra sausage."
— In the Line of Duty by weatherfront
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arthureamesfic · 3 years
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"So how does a penguin figure into a mindheist," says Eames. "Assuming you haven't simply branched out into zoo-based thievery."
Arthur winces.
"You--" Eames begins.
"Yeah. I stole her from a zoo." Arthur looks to where Elizabeth is currently pressing herself to his open freezer, and looks faintly guilty. "You can't buy penguins on eBay."
— Attached by Allothi
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arthureamesfic · 3 years
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Arthur reached over and took Eames' hand. "Okay," he said. "Go under. We'll stay here."
Eames looked at him sharply, and then his face reddened in the endearing way Arthur was used to seeing by now. "Yeah, go on, I think we're fine out here," Eames confirmed.
"Whoa," said Yusuf, and Saito muttered, "I saw this coming."
"Are you going to have sex?" Ariadne asked loudly.
"Yes, you should make love!" said Mal. "But not in the living room. I believe we've already traumatised the vacuum enough for today."
— Crime and Medicine by eleveninches
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arthureamesfic · 3 years
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"Shall we go back in," he asks, "or was there anything else wrong with me?"
"Really, you're just going to toss me that?" Arthur laughs. "God, you don't have any sense of self preservation at all, do you?"
"You seem to have removed it," Eames admits. "Go on, then. I did set you up for it. List my flaws, darling, I can take it."
"Nah," Arthur says, "too easy," and he threads his fingers through Eames', doesn't let go when they walk inside.
— life long local foreigner, i by gyzym 
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arthureamesfic · 3 years
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"You're strangely distressing this way," Arthur whispers to him, his eyes two black and gleaming river stones in the dim light of the bedroom. "Too quiet."
Eames dredges up a smile for him. "You're going to regret having expressed that sentiment to me one day very soon, darling."
"Oh," Arthur answers, light and nearly smiling, Eames thinks, "don't I know it."
— Breathe Into It by rageprufrock
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arthureamesfic · 3 years
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“What happens when you try to create?” Arthur asks him instead.
“Nothing happens,” Eames says. “I sit, I stare, I kick something. Sometimes I’ll start to panic. What if I can’t ever do it again?”
“So, what if you can’t?” Arthur asks. “Will you die?”
“It’s entirely possible,” Eames says. Arthur adds “drama queen” to his notes.
— Late Night Phone Call by sparkledark
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arthureamesfic · 3 years
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"I don't--" Arthur wouldn't say he didn't understand. Eames was twenty-three. He treated Arthur like a dumb kid sometimes. Arthur wouldn't give him the satisfaction. "Why," he asked, instead, and stole Eames' cigarette.
Eames stole it back, as Arthur exhaled. "I expect you'll find out, if all goes as planned."
Arthur's fingers itched to take the cigarette back, but it wasn't his. "You're going to do something stupid, aren't you?"
"Never." Eames stubbed out the cigarette and smiled. It made his eyes crinkle. "Now kiss me good-bye, all right, love? I'm never going to see you again."
— Counting by blue_rocket_frost
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arthureamesfic · 3 years
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The first time it happens, Arthur is at his favorite hole-in-the-wall in Paris.
by: msmorland
words: 2,521
rating: G
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arthureamesfic · 3 years
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"Have you recently had sex on this couch?" Cobb asked.
"That was an asshole thing to say," Arthur replied.
Cobb rubbed the back of his neck, looking embarrassed. "You're right. Sorry."
"We had sex on it yesterday afternoon."
"Maybe I'll just let them kill me," Cobb said wistfully.
— Love Grows (Where Cobb Goes) by eleveninches
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arthureamesfic · 3 years
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Arthur returns to California a few days later, and they reserve a booth at a ritzy bar to cheer him up for the universe evidently being determined to sabotage his love life. They tell Eames that it's to celebrate his return.
"That's out of the ordinary," says Eames.
"Arthur had a difficult trip," says Cobb. "He's-- he's allergic to rice."
"Really?" asks Eames, frowning, "what about all of that takeout that we--"
"Sometimes, allergies develop in response to overexposure," says Yusuf. "It may be precisely because of all the takeout Chinese food that he is now apparently allergic to rice."
"Really," says Eames, but Yusuf puts on his goggles, which gives him just the right amount of scientific emphasis needed to curtail the argument.
— 東亞細亞 LOVE SONG TOUR by weatherfront
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arthureamesfic · 3 years
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Arthur wonders if the fact that Eames is still keeping pace with him as they run, chased by gunmen, is an early warning sign of ‘clingy’ behaviour. He supposes it would be a little unfair of him to assume so.
— A Thrill To Rest My Cheek To by delires
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arthureamesfic · 3 years
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"Do you know why you haven't seen me for six days?"
"Sorry," says Eames, "is this some sort of trick question?"
"Because you flew off to run your job in Cyprus, that's why," says Arthur. "When you knew that I couldn't leave, because I'm stuck here until April on my own goddamn job, and you knew I didn't want you to go, but you just up and left anyway, like you're so high and mighty that you don't even need me around anymore to--"
"Wait, wait, what," stammers Eames, "what do you mean, you didn't want me to go? You-- you didn't want me to go? When did you say that you didn't-- how was I supposed to know that?"
"It was obvious!" yells Arthur. "Were you even listening to what I said, when you told me you were going?"
"You said Okay then, and went back to work!" yells Eames.
"But I said it in a clearly displeased tone of voice," yells Arthur. "You have to pay attention to these things, Eames, you fuck!"
— The Cypriot Blues by weatherfront
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arthureamesfic · 3 years
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Sleep has never come easily to Arthur.
by: ifeelbetter
words: 3,469
rating: not rated
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arthureamesfic · 3 years
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Arthur sits at his desk with his head throbbing, and thinks about getting stabbed. It had hurt worse than anything else that had ever happened to him. And it had horrified him, feeling the hot blood pour down his side and over his trousers and down his trouser leg and into his shoe. He thought he might die, he thought he might have a lacerated liver, a punctured stomach. They were in Jakarta, where a hangnail could practically kill you if it got infected. The knife probably wasn’t even clean, he remembers telling Cobb, after the morphine took hold and he was dizzy with it, slurring and laughing.
Thinking about it now, he feels a twinge of something like nostalgia. Then he wonders about himself, if he’s a masochist or something. Who the hell feels nostalgic about getting stabbed?
— The IT Crowd by witling
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