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the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf · 9 months

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You're waiting for a train...(10)

You knew?

Robert Fischer x reader

description - Y/n is left alone to be confronted with her greatest fear.

word count - 1.7k

warnings - attempted SA, attempted r*pe, offensive language, tears, major angst.

a/n - this is a very important and angsty chapter.

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“You’re in a dream, honey.”

Once the words had been whispered there was no way I could take them back. Each syllable had put a target on our backs and as I saw the realisation alight in Robert’s eyes, we simultaneously felt constricting gazes begin to penetrate the three of us.

I took deep breaths, refusing the desire to turn around to meet their eyes. My hand had remained on the back of Roberts neck. It had started as a sign of comfort but as my nails gripped tighter it became a warning. ‘Don’t look at them. Look at me.’.

“Darling,” My dads voice broke through my façade and pierced a vein which released all new gushes of anxiety. “Go. Take some off our tail. Give us two minutes.” I understood my fathers request and it’s logic was sound but still I could not move. My feet were planted next to Robert’s and that’s where I needed to be. I feared for his safety more than mine. I had been under attack more times than years I’ve lived. But he had no experience of combat and his danger could mean a one way ticket down to limbo. I stroked my fingers through the hairs at the nape of his neck. This gesture was caught in my dads steely gaze and his demeanour became stern. “Now!” Upon daring to look up at him I found no room for argument.

I reluctantly left the warmth of his body to stand. I fixed my dress as if it would right everything else. I swiftly turned on my heel to leave the bar. The purposefulness of my walk was bound to attract others, as I had left my subtlety in favour for a bright red danger sign. My heels clicked down the hallway and I picked up on several presences beginning to manoeuvre in my general direction. None explicitly heading my way except one pair of footsteps which I could feel breathing on the back of my heels.

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*Arthur’s pov*

I walked beside Ariadne ready to assemble the team for the next layer. My eyes darted around on the watch for behaviour that would cause suspicion or warrant action. I also looked for Y/n.

We had reached the elevator and were waiting for it to arrive. But when I looked to my left I spotted Y/n. She was walking towards us in a manner of confidence. She didn’t blend in. She stood out. All eyes flocked to her unusual presence as she strutted down the hallway with an apparent presupposed destination.

The mark had been made aware of the dream; the projections were alert. This was not the time for anyone to be walking alone. Even Saito was with Eames. I had Ariadne. Cobb swore he’d stick with Y/n. So why did she leave? Unless she didn’t of her own volition.

I assessed her situation, analysing every eye that was solely fixed upon her. She was heading into the bathroom which seemed an unusual move. The soles of her feet picked up quicker and it seemed adrenaline spiked her blood to speed her forward in a speed out of the norm. Her body seemed desperate to remove itself from an unknown threat. I couldn’t discern the logic of any of her actions until she turned the corner to open the door.

My fist clenched but before I could move I was dragged into the now waiting elevator by a bustle of people wanting in. I loudly cursed.

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*your pov*

The heavy door pushed back against my bones, but I was forceful and nearly threw my whole body against it. I practically collapsed inside the room, stumbling in my heels which burned. My breathing quickened and I had to grip the edge of a sink to ground myself once again. There was no time. There was no time. But Dad needed time. Robert needed time. I could give them time.

My heart jumped through my bones as the familiar creak of the door sounded once again. I refused to meet his gaze in an admittance of surrender. His steps got louder until he’d gripped my arm to throw me around to face him. He slammed his pelvis into my own making my back crash into the sinks edge. I cried out feeling the burn through my muscles. My legs begged to give out but they only managed to slide around on the tiles as he gripped my other arm.

“Who do we have here, ey?” His words poured out of his mouth like slime. A build-up of saliva decorated his teeth like tinsel and formed fangs when he separated his gums. I winced in disgust as he leaned down closer to my body. He found purchase in my neck and inhaled deeply. My arms struggled fruitlessly knowing no amount of strength would ever be enough for me now. A tear dripped down my cheek over my expressionless face. It was the only way I knew.

“Not a talker.” He spat out both literally and figuratively. “Don’t matter.” He pulled me up using my elbows as handles. As limp as a ragdoll meant it was easy for him to throw me against one of the closed toilet doors. “I have a much better use for that mouth of yours.” His grin consumed his entire face.

At the throw my head thwacked back with the reverberated force and for a moment I prayed that I would not have to be awake for what was to come. But the darkness never came, and it never would. There was no way out.

I felt his grimy fingers grip my shoulders in a pushing motion. Staging my limp frame in a kneeling position. My eyes burned with tears through their tight close. He used his fingers to stretch out my cheeks, taunting me of what was about to happen. My skin ached at the movement. His thumb entered my mouth and danced across my rows of teeth. I gagged at the intrusion. “Now, now. No biting.” I resigned myself with one last influx of tears until my ducts had dried fully.

The sound of a ripping door startled the man and he barely had chance to look for the intruders before he was punched square in the eyes. He toppled down next to me and I flinched away before any of him could touch me anymore. My tears blurred my saviour but I pushed them away and I managed to catch a glimpse of Robert standing over me with a hand reached out. I fearfully took his hand and my shaking seemed to stop once we were linked. He helped me up and checked me over. He was careful with his hand placements fearing a reaction to any sudden movement. My body unconcsciously leaning towards his in search of comfort was all the confirmation he needed to wrap me up in his arms. My head relaxed onto his chest but my arms remained tightly held to my chest looking as if rigor mortis had set in. He tucked his chin on the top of my head and delivered a light kiss. No words were spoke about it. He stroked through my locks and the consistent feeling slowed my racing heart.

Through all of this, my dad was searching my attacker for weapons.

“Your daughter was just – what the fuck was that?” Robert shouted through his breathy confusion. But his arms never left my frail frame.

Without looking up from the body, my father answered. “Projections usually react to attack whatever subject is put in front of them,” He gestured up to myself and Robert looked at me and his gaze held pure anger. “Projections are actually one of the weakest parts of the dream and can only focus on one threat at a time…”

“You knew?” I whispered, raising my head from Roberts embrace. “You fucking knew.” Rage began to build up in my veins and I separated so I could stalk towards his uncaring stance.

He still would not look me in the eyes. “Did you know?” I shoved his shoulder. “Look at me. Did you fucking know?” I used both hands to childishly bang on his back in a tantrum. “LOOK AT ME!”

He spun around to meet me. He raised so he towered over me. I shrunk in this unfamiliar gaze. “Yes.” My lip shook when the tears fought to climb out once more. I’d never cried more in this short amount of time than in my whole life.

“All this time?”

His gaze seemed to soften before his next phrase. “Every single one.”

I tightened my eyes to will myself to fight on. Once they reopened, they had steeled. “And you still ordered me to go.” I scoffed at his unapologetic confidence in the face of this confession.

“You knew what projections do. And yet you still sent me away.” The lump in my throat meant the words didn’t come out easily but I fought on. “No actually.” I searched through his face which screamed of guilt. “You hoped it would happen. Well, projections can only focus on one thing at a time. Right?” He couldn’t give me a confirmation but worse, he couldn’t deny. He passed by my body which I could no longer will to move. My eyes held nothing, and the only sign of life were my quick shallow breaths and the final tear that fell.

“Mr Fischer,” Robert’s eyes remained fixed on my back even as Cobb spoke at him. He was confused by the conversation which had just transpired between father and daughter but he was sure of his deep desire to comfort the girl. I felt his eyes on me but I couldn’t let him see me like this. He didn’t deserve to be sucked into the crazy knots which were my life. I could hear my dad speak, asking Robert for a number. But nothing registered. As if they were merely acting out on a screen which I had a viewing for.

I sucked back and planted a faux smile over my dried tear tracks. I spun back around the armour of character concealing any open wounds.

“I guess we should start with room 528 and room 491.” My confidence seeped through and left my body.

Robert’s brows furrowed at my sudden demeanour change. But they more so held concern and disbelief at the appearance of contentment I was portraying.

We left the bathroom, led by my father. I felt a hand ghost against my lower back. I almost succumbed to the show of genuine comfort. But it only confirmed the worries in my heart. I stilled myself to force the decision I didn’t want to make.

After this, I will never see Robert Fischer again.

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Omgggg Cobb always knew??? What did you guys think of the new chapter??

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bubuslutty · 7 months

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Arthur (inception)

character taste test

warning: nsfw (x gn reader)

okay I watched the movie and read like 2 fanfics so far on ao3. but what's worse is that this happened while I was on my periods and I was going feral and I think I imprinted on Arthur and Eames??? ? but mostly Arthur for some reason cuz I had this weird dream of the actor before watching the film. like I have only seen him once in this random movie as background noise while I was on holidays but I still managed to dream abt him and it's terrifying.

this is going to be horny because that's what I'm feeling tonight. so buckle up, ladies.

Arthur.

The most memorable thing about him, to me, after his beautiful face and voice, is how he works. He's good at what he does. He's smart. He knows what the hell he's doing.

And maybe in some universe, I think he's also the same way in bed. When he's in a mood. I'd like to think he'd laugh and giggle a bit with his lover while they're making out and half naked, y'know. If they actually love each other and not just regular fuck buddies.

But then he'd try to wipe his smile away from his face, he'd wanna be serious about this, so he tries so hard to stop giggling so he can focus on opening his lover up on his fingers.

"Alright, that's enough. Let me do my job." He says, trying not to grin.

But also, what if he's extra moody, what if he's a bit mean? Then what?

Then Arthur would play his lover like a fucking guitar. He's not going to waste any time teasing them or anything, he's going to dive straight in, use his hands, mouth, cock, toys, whatever’s needed to reduce his darling to a whimpering, shaking, drooling mess.

And what if they cried a lil? Overstimulated and completely out of it while he still speaks to them in that gentle, yet stern voice? "Look at me. How do you feel? Can you tell me how you feel?"

He'd deffo wipe his lover's tears away while gently shushing them, will already have a box of tissues close by, wiping their face and giving them little kisses right after.

But also, I think he can be lazy in bed. You know, he's out there, doing jobs to get that bag so he can come back to his penthouse, sleep in for half of the day or more to recharge because he's just so fucking exhausted. And when he wakes up, he loves having his lover close so he can reach them, just pulling them in with his hand wrapped around their wrist.

And then he's going to give them slow, slow kisses, all over, while telling them how cute and lovely and beautiful they are, cupping their cheeks while they're sitting on his lap. And when he's done, he'll pull them in, whisper in their ear how he'd like to fuck them.

"Let me fuck you, honey."

He'd probably hug them close to his chest while they ride him, will buck his hips a couple of times, just touching them and groping them all over, practically just allowing himself to be used like a toy even though he asked to fuck them, he sure isn't doing much fucking. But it doesn't really matter because his lover is obsessed with his cock, just gasping and moaning while he's panting and whispering unintelligible words in their ears, maybe he's praising them for being perfect for him, maybe he's telling them how grateful he is to have such a wet tight little hole to fuck into waiting for him at home.

He cums with his head thrown back, eyes screwed shut and his Adams apple bobbing. Then his eyelids droop and he yawns, ready to go back to sleep, sweaty and sticky with cum. His loved one is still on top of him, his cock still buried inside them. And if they somehow haven't came as well, Arthur lays on his back and drags his lover with him, chest to chest, stomach to stomach and he reaches down their body, over the dip of their waist and the swell of their ass to reach their wet hole to shove his finger inside and make them cum against him.

When they cum for him, he gives them one kiss on the forehead, sucks his own fingers clean and goes straight back to sleep, all filthy, sticky and naked with no care in the world.

During those days, Arthur is lazy, allowing himself to just exist without having to worry about anything while he recharges to go back out there in the real world and risk his life for thousands of dollars so he afford a penthouse above the clouds and city.

a/n: that's all I have for now. how did I do? :))

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asscertainblarfengar · 2 years

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Why the hell do I have to keep falling in love with characters who don't have NEARLY enough fanfics written about them

#bad batch #hunter bad batch #Hunter x reader #Inception #Arthur #Im sure I had more people planned for these hashtags

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burntheedges · 15 days

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600 Followers Celebration

Y’all!! This is wild. I realized the other day that I started writing my first fic in my notes app on my phone on 4/11/23. I posted the first chapter of that fic in July last year! I am so grateful for each and every one of you. I get so emotional every time someone reads one of my fics. Thank you for being here and being amazing. And I’m so glad you all like fandom bingo (which is still open)!! 🧡🧡🧡

I wanted to do something fun to celebrate. There are two parts -- vote and ask! I'll tag every post for this celebration with #bte600.

💗 VOTE: vote on the poll under the cut!! A week or so ago I did an ask game where people sent me made up fic titles and I told you what I would write for them. Well, I got a little carried away and came up with some ideas I'm actually pretty excited about. So now I want you to vote on which one I should actually write next! The poll will be open for a week.

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(fandoms I’ve read a lot in over the years: all the Pedro boys, Inception (Arthur/Eames), Captive Prince, LOTR/Hobbit, MCU, X-Men, 00Q, Star Trek (various ships), Mass Effect, The Raven Cycle (pynch), Teen Wolf (lol), Stranger Things, Dragon Age: Inquisition, Check Please!, The Witcher, The Sandman, Sherlock, Stargate Atlantis, RWRB, Merlin, ATLA… and more?)

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Remember, 💗 vote on the poll under the cut!!

Let's vote! Which one of these ideas should I work on next? (see more about each at the link) I had to cut one so I cut one of the Frankie ones that was very similar to something I just wrote.

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sivyera · 2 years

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His guardian angel.

PAIRING: Robert Fischer x fem!reader

WARNINGS: shooting, guns, bad grammar otherwise none

CONTAINS: fluff

SONG: Out of My League - Fitz and The Tantrums

MOVIE: Inception 2010

gif is not mine

You were in a car with Cobb, Arthur, Saito and Eames following one taxi driver. Cobb bumped into him and stopped the car. You saw angry taxi driver step out of his car and mumbled swears on Cobb. But Cobb pointed a gun at him. The taxi driver turned pale and closed his mouth.

‘Walk away.’ Cobb said with a gun in his hand. Arthur and Saito ran out of the car to get in the stolen taxi. You with Eames were getting ready to go out too. When you saw Fischer got into the taxi you opened door and with Eames you ran to them.

Fischer was telling Arthur adress where he wanted to go when Eamas opened the door. Eamas hold the door for you and you quickly got in. It was raining a lot so you didn't want to get any wetter than you already were.

Fischer turned to look who opened the door and when he saw you he froze. You were absolutely beautiful. He never saw prettier girl than you.

He quickly shake his daze off when he saw Eamas. ‘What are you doing?’ Fischer asked no one particular. You looked at him with a little smirk on you face and he blushed a little. His blush was light but you still could see it.

‘We are sorry, we thought it was free.’ Eamas answered. Fischer looked surprised. He was little speechless at this time. But he quickly again shook it off. ‘No, it’s not.’ Fischer said with a hint of anger in his voice.

You giggle a little bit and it seemed to catch his attention. He give you a quick little smile.

‘Maybe we could share.’ Eames suggested while he raised his eyebrows. Fischer frowned. That was ridiculous. How dare he said something like that. Fischer thought.

Fischer turned to Arthur. ‘Can you pull over to get this-’ He didn’t even finish the sentence when Saito pointed a gun at him.

Fischer let out a loud sigh and leaned back against the seat. You and Eamas looked at him with grins on your faces.

Meanwhile Cobb picked up Ariadne. They were right behind us when a big black train rammed into them.

You heard a loud blow but Fischer started talking. ‘It’s 500 dollars in there, the wallet worth more than that. At least drop me where I want.’ Fischer said while putting the wallet on your lap.

‘I’m afraid that-’ Eamas couldn’t finished because Arthur stopped the taxi.

You could felt how Fischer let his hand on your thigh little longer. But you were more interested in the car which stopped in front of you. You saw two man got out with guns. Arthur tried backed but there was another car with some man with guns in it.

‘Cover him!’ Arthur yelled on you. You put a piece of rag on Fischer’s head and pull him into you. More precisely into your belly. He was right in the middle. He was glad you couldn’t see him because he was red like tomato.

Those mens started shooting on the taxi. And they didn’t miss. They shot out the entire rear window. Arthur stepped on the gas and drove into the grey car in front of him.

Eamas turn to those mens behind us and start shooting back at them. You pulled Fischer more into you and put your arms around him tight.

Arthur was driving like a crazy to get us out of there. Saito looked out the window and starts shooting too. He shot one guy and he fell on the floor. Arthur backed up again wile four mens where coming to us. We were surrounded.

One guy shot through front window. Luckily he missed Arthur’s head. Arthur quickly shot one guy and start driving again. Fischer put his arms around your waist and he snuggled up to you. You cover him with your body.

Suddenly Cobb bumped into one men with his own stolen car. You pull out your gun and started shooting too. Arthur backed into one of the armed guys. But he didn’t kill him. He wanted to shot you to back of your head.

‘Take him down!’ Arthur yelled on Eamas. Eamas quickly shoot the guy and covered himself. ‘Thanks.’ you said to him. Eamas nod as a sign that he heard you. Arthur could finally leave. ‘You alright guys?’ Arthur asked. You looked up on Arthur and you nod at him. Fischer was still curled up in your arms.

‘I- Yeah, yeah I’m okay.’ Eamas answered. Arthur turn on Saito who was sitting next to him. ‘Saito?’ Arthur asked. This time the question was aimed at Saito.

But when Arthur looked at Saito he could see that Saito get shoot. He get the shot into his left shoulder.

Arthur was right after Cobb’s car and he stopped in some street.

Eamas ran out the car to open big white gate. You drive in. ‘Get Fischer to the back room now!’ Cobb shout at you. You grab Fischer who was still wearing the piece of rag on his head and take him out. You found the back room, got in quickly and closed the door.

You put Fischer down on the floor and sat in front of him. You took off the rag from his head and checked him out. ‘Are you okay, they didn’t shoot you right?’ you started look on his face, arms, chest and legs. You never know.

He raised his head and look at you. He had the most beautiful eyes you ever saw. He had messy wet hair from the commotion.

He was still shaking a little so you stroked his hand quickly. ‘I’m okay.’ he answered to you. You gave him little smile when you start standing up. You were almost at the door when you heard him speak again. ‘Thank you.’ he mumbled. You turn to look at him actually little surprised. ‘You’re welcome.’ you answered.

You left the room and he sigh. Maybe his kidnappers weren’t that bad. No he thought it wrong, you weren’t that bad. Those other people who were with you were bad but you are absolutely perfect!

♡

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy characters #cillian murphy imagine #inception #inception movie #inception 2010 #inception imagine #inception x reader #robert fischer #robert fischer imagine #robert fischer x reader #robert fischer x female reader #robert fischer x fem reader #fluff

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redthreadoffate · 2 years

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likeevalikeeve’s mini-celebration

so i’m celebrating my 1,050 followers (i know it isn’t much compared to others but hey, i can be happy about it, right?)!

*more under the cut

wasn’t supposed to tag mutuals as to not disturb them, but... here we go! @trumpkinhotboy @angel-cap @everythingnerdyxoxo @mimatosstuff @himetsundere @dutchforstrangers @ri-ships-takari @tangledupblue @earlgreymon @ashandpikachu @singinprincess etc. no worries if you don’t want to participate! this is just a little thing. please tell me if you want to be removed!

as a thank you to those who follow me, and especially my mutuals, i will be accepting requests for any of these (i have the right to refuse though):

celebrities/influencers

anthony mackie x reader

ben hardy x reader

chris evans x reader

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criminal minds

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inception

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marvel

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the chronicles of narnia

caspian x x reader

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peter pevensie & eva skye bellamy (*they’re my grandparents’ names, not mine)

top 30 animanga ships

akatsuki no yona - hak & yona

akkuma no riddle - tokaku azuma & haru ichinose

alice 19th - kyo wakamiya & alice seno

*bleach - ichigo kurosaki & orihime inoue

cells at work! - white blood cell & red blood cell

d.n. angel - daisuke niwa & riku harada

devils line - yuki anzai & tsukasa taira

digimon adventure - takeru takaishi & hikari yagami

*fate series - shirou emiya & rin tohsaka

ghost hunt - naru shibuya & mai taniyama

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kamigami no asobi - apollon agana belea & yui kusanagi

kawaii dake ja nai shikimori-san - yuu izumi & micchon shikimori

*kaze no stigma - kazuma yagami & ayano kannagi

kenka bancho otome: girl beats boys - rintaro kira & hinako nakayama

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la storia dell arcana famiglia - liberta & felicita

magic knight rayearth - lantis & hikaru shidou & eagle

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yu yu hakusho - yusuke urameshi & keiko yukimura

zombie-loan - chika akatsuki & michiru kita

(*super selected)

i will also be doing a top 30 + selected prompts thing, though I’m not going to do it everyday. i realized i’m too ambitious, hehe. so I’ll be doing this during my own free time. what i do need help with is which ships and prompts i should write for first; you can fill this form here.

and, another treat for anyone who wants, send me a “meet cute” prompt + a ship/reader insert (listed above) and i’ll write a super mini-fic about it (3-5 sentences).

and for mutuals! send me a *🐾* and i’ll tell you my super first thought/s about you.

so that’s it! i know this wouldn’t be a big hit but hey, i tried, right? thank you!

#type: eve celebrates #what do i tag here...#you know what let this post be a post by itself

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anjalis-ennui · 2 years

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I need an Arthur x reader fic so bad😭 Just watched Inception and I’m in love with that man.

ask and you shall receive

i'll be dropping this fic in about a week or so (college apps are sucking the soul out of me...) so please bear with me

i love arthur from inception SO MUCH and i think he should have been a 3-dimensional character in the movie

i've also been thinking of becoming more active and doing more requests (MAINLY AFTER NOVEMBER WHEN MY LIFE HAS CALMED DOWN) AND possibly expanding My Brand (lmao) to youtube esp because i'll have more free time after college apps

lmk what kind of content y'all would like to see (maybe me reacting to fanfics or going through my writing process methinks??)

i could also definitely do some skits and stuff and even invite you guys

my youtube channel is mainly for me, but also for you guys so i'd like to know what you want so i can cater my channel to my fanbase dynamics (if i do have one idk i'm an anxious bean)

#PLEASE LET ME KNOW #my adhd loves coming up with random ideas #i have a test tomorrow #i have no right to start a new venture #tea time

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jomilky · 2 years

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Got tagged by @imikhailotakeyouian for this fanfics writer interview 😈 Thank you Elisa! 😸😸😸

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

73,409

3. What are you top 5 fics by kudos?

They Should Know

That’s So Gay

What?

Less is More

9/10

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do even though sometimes it takes me forever before I do. I’m thankful for the kudos and comments readers leave and I wanna communicate with them.

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I hardly ever write angst so none.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

All of my fics have happy endings but the fluffiest one might be That’s So Gay.

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what’s the craziest one you’ve written.

No, not yet. If I did it one day it’d probably be a Shameless X Supernatural crossover.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Basically all I write is smut sksnxhdhdbdhd. I dunno what kind, maybe usually the hot and heavy with lots of dirty talk kind.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen.

I don’t think so.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Fucking Love This Man is translated into Russian by dear n.v.k. on this link

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Emmm I vaguely remember doing smth like co-writing in my first fandom when I was 13? It was written for a Chinese series novel named Dragon Raja.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Gallavich. Wincest. And Arthur/Eames from Inception.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Ummmmm honestly it’s a little!Mickey fic but I kinda struggle to keep it in-character, also I figure few ppl are into this so i might as well keep it to myself.

15. What are your writing strengths?

I dunno lmao. Do I have any? Shouldn’t this question be directed to ppl other than myself? I feel pretty vanilla tbh. Just a pal who loves reading and writing smut. Maybe my strength is my insane obsession towards smut then. I’ve seen many crazy shit so I don’t judge.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Lack of vocabularies and more local expressions.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

If the writers feels it’s the right thing to do, it’s the right thing to do.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

As a kid, like I mentioned before, Dragon Raja.

As an adult, Gallavich.

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

None atm. I might write more wincest fic when I’m in the mood. I’m that kind of ppl with a very low level of enthusiasm in life so it gotta hit me really hard to make me wanna create things on my own. (Yes you did it Mickey Milkovich 🫵🏻, you did it. Also you Dean Winchester 🫵🏻. We can’t leave you out.)

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

9/10 for smutty Gallavich cuz I’m obsessed with hole spanking lately.

This can’t be true for fluffy Gallavich cuz of Mickey’s birthday gift idea.

Come with Me for wincest cuz I just love it very much.

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Tagging @depressedstressedlemonzest @flamingbluepanda @shameless-notashamed @xninetiestrendx @y0itsbri @traenawrites and anyone who wants to join 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

#tag games

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Would you possibly be interested in writing a fic or even a blurb for any of the following?

Charles Xavier comforts reader with crippling anxiety.

Charles and Erik opening up to each other and comforting each other.

Charles x reader who struggles with anxiety and will occasionally just freeze as their mind reels. Also the reader doesn't want him to look at their thoughts, because they don't want to subject anyone else to their near constant battles. Basically just a comfort fic.

I have some other ideas, but I don't remember them all at the moment. Also I'm wondering what stuff you are/ are not comfortable writing for.

Hi my love, I am so so sorry for getting to you so late !! To be honest I tried writing the blurbs first before replying and it didn’t work 😭 I’m gonna send them to you personally x

SECOND, in terms of what I’m comfortable writing/not writing; I think I’m comfortable experimenting, but honestly I never do (character/reader) [but I will send you the requested ones already bc I like you x]

My AO3 filtered to not see tags are non-c0n and graphic violence stuff just bc I hate the first and don’t always have time for the second so I steer away from those.

I actually wrote a few fics for the other pairing I was absolutely obsessed with a while back Arthur/Eames (Inception), and my AO3 is this_ann https://archiveofourown.org/users/this_ann/pseuds/this_ann That should give you a general idea of what I’ve written before, but honestly just go ham at me and I’ll let you know if I prefer not to write one :))

#ann ask ahour #I’m usually very picky with pairings tbh #I’ve so been meaning to finally write Cherik and I hope I do soon 🤞🤞#also this is probably why I don’t get asks #take forever to reply and then write sm it’s like I’ve never spoken to a person before #aNYWAY TYSM OP I ACTUALLY TREASURE YOU #thischerik #cherik

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Sunspill

Arthur x Fem Reader

Summary: How do you tell you’re awake without something to ground you by? Some people use a totem, an exercise— sometimes all it takes is someone else’s presence.

A/N: I have never been able to find any fics for this man (besides the obvious Arthur/Eames ones, but I mean like reader insert), so I decided to finally start writing my own. Yes, I know this film is ten years old, and yes, I will still be writing fanfic for Arthur. I know there’s at least a few people out there in the same boat as me, so I hope you enjoy 💙

Sunspill

Arthur x Fem Reader

Warnings: None

WC: 977

Pre-Inception

The only word to describe their mornings was warm.

(Y/N) traced a finger down the slope of Arthur’s nose, following the dip of his cheekbones to the lines of his mouth, repeating the familiar motions like a hushed ritual. His breaths were deep and slow, fanning over the pads of her fingers and smoothing the crease in her brows. Normally Arthur was the first of the two to wake, padding around the room and kissing her gently before he was off for the day— but not today. Cobb didn’t want him in until later in the evening, which meant she had him all to herself this morning.

A selfish treat; she’d missed him these past few weeks.

His features were tinted blue in the final moments before daybreak, the usually pink lips a muted purple. Her smile quirked as she thought of the times she’d stolen those lips, quiet moments where none could see them, tucked into corners or sharing a space meant for one. She smoothed out his bottom lip with her thumb a few more times, watching as one corner of his mouth lilted up at the sensation. Narrowing her eyes, she stole her hand back to the heat of the covers.

“I know you’re awake, quit faking.”

One skeptical brown eye cracked open to glance up at her, propped on one elbow by the mess of pillows, hair mussed sleepily. The dawn sun suddenly spilled through the curtains from the window behind her, illuminating her in a halo that caught dust particles dancing around her head. Heavenly.

Arthur sighed, finally opening his other eye as he twisted to look at her fully, pulling her hand back into the cruel chill and kissing the curve of her wrist as he went, heating her skin.

“I can’t believe you’d wake me up so early, you know I can’t get a moment of rest at work.” She scoffed at his accusation, making to get up before he grabbed her around the waist. She squealed as he rolled over so she was pinned under him, grinning up at him as he braced himself on his elbows. Arthur took in the sight, all tangled sheets and crooked smile, before leaning down so their lips met, swallowing her laughter. He’d tried to memorize the warmth spreading through his chest, the feel of her hands coming to rest on his shoulders as she grounded him, but it was never the same as living it.

They broke apart and he leaned his weight into her, his head finding the crevice where her neck and shoulder met. “Just five more minutes,” he muttered from his hole, his hands folding under her body, pulling her closer.

“Oh?” She shifted, fiddling with the dark hair at the base of his neck. Though he never said it, he always loved the feeling. “And how are you so sure you’re completely awake? Aren’t you supposed to check that all the time or something,” she teased

Of course she knew the answer to her question, but she wasn’t about to waste the morning when all he did at work was sleep— quite literally. She felt a puff of air brush against her neck as his chest rumbled with his voice, tickling over the electrified nerves. A laugh bubbled in her throat as she poked at him, “Say that again? Couldn’t quite catch it from where you’re smothering yourself.”

He lifted his head up, staring at her with an incredulous quirked brow before he nosed her cheek, mumbling again.

She sighed, rubbing over his neck, “Arthur, English please?”

“You make it real.”

A flurry started in her stomach at his words, “What do you mean?”

He pulled his head back to stare at her again, “You’re really gonna make me explain it?”

She swatted at him as he finally rolled off of her, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He sat there a moment, mulling over the words. They could hear the cars on the street below, the pedestrians starting their days as they headed off to work, school, and who knows where else— mundane stories for another lifetime. Arthur let out a breath, turning his head back towards where she still lay, queen of her fortress of comfort.

“I can’t fully describe it. In my dreams, you’re… you taint everything you touch. I can tell every street lamp and brick that came from you, it’s like—“ He licked his lips, “It’s like a haze over everything. But when I’m awake, I don’t get that… until I’m around you.”

He looked at her fully now, studying where the sheets dipped at her waist, catching her gentle eyes. If he died right now looking at her, he’d die content.

“Some people make you feel like everything’s been brought back to life.”

It was quiet a few seconds, the words hanging in the sunbeams that now crept halfway up the wall. They bathed the two in a honey light, like a spotlight on a stage made of candles glow, a pair of characters in a scene for their eyes only.

(Y/N) sat up slowly, coming behind Arthur to carefully wrap her arms around his waist, pressing her lips to his shoulder like a featherlight breath before pressing her cheek into the same warm spot.

“Thank you, Arthur, I— I don’t know what to say to that.”

“You don’t have to.” His sly grin returned, their gazes meeting again. “I already know.”

As he twisted to wrap around her in return, melding into one another, the sun stained the pictures on the wall. They were memories half remembered, stories of the past that could never be told in full detail quite the same way again. For now, they had time.

All someone needed were the impressions they left behind in bed to know the warmth held there.

#inception #inception 2010 #Arthur inception x reader #Arthur inception x fem reader #arthur inception #fanfiction #reader insert #into-the-stratosphere #into-the-artmosphere #my writing #my work

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the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf · 9 months

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You're waiting for a train...(2)

To Build Cathedrals

Robert Fischer x reader, Arthur x reader (if you squint)

description - You leave your dad to go look for a new architect as you and Arthur set up the workspace. But your mind is plagued with dreams of its own.

word count - 2.7k (ooo we're getting bigger)

warnings - allusions to sexual assault, mentions of death, allusion to child abuse

a/n - This chapter looks more into how y/n's mind is shaped much like her father's and we also see a hint of Arthur and y/n's relationship (and yes it is weird that she sees him as her uncle). I've realised this is gonna be a slow burn for Robert x reader because of the chronology of the inception plot I'm trying to follow; I promise it'll be worth it!

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Dad and I stood as statues outside the university. It all felt so familiar from my youth but when I walked through, I felt as absent as a stranger.

“He’ll want to see you.”

“I’ll leave the conversation to you. He doesn’t want to see me.”

“That’s not true.”

“I know what he thinks of me. You didn’t have a choice, I did. In his eyes, I chose wrong.”

Dad let his arm rest on my shoulder in a silent act of comfort. I sucked back the tears, so he thought I was okay. The reality was I wanted nothing more than to run in there and jump into my grandads arms. But I couldn’t, in good fait,h knowing he thought of me as the girl who abandoned her siblings for no life at all.

I wiped away a rogue tear.

“Anyways, Arthur needs me to help him set up. But I’ll be waiting at the warehouse, okay. And I promise I won’t leave to go anywhere without Arthur.” I raised my hand to cup his cheek, so he felt the sincerity of my words. I went to leave my father to his search.

“Don’t worry, I’ll find someone as good as you were.”

Without turning back, I shouted. “Find someone better!”

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*Cobb’s pov*

“You never did like your office.” Dad raised his head surprised to hear my voice, even more shocked to see my body.

“No space to think in that broom cupboard.” He quipped. “Is it safe for you to be here? Where’s y/n?”

“Extradition between France and the USA is a bureaucratic nightmare. Y/n is fine, she’s with Arthur.”

“I think they might find a way to make it work in your case.”

I made my way down and sat the meek gesture of toys on his desk.

“Look, y/n bought these, she thought the kids would like them. Saw them in Amsterdam.”

“It’s gonna take more than the occasional stuffed animal to remind those kids that they still have a father…and a sister. Y/n knows that.”

“She’s trying her best. She wants to make the best out of the situation she’s in.”

“The situation you put her in.” His voice became stern, and I cowered like a small boy.

“It was her choice. She said that she couldn’t let me go just like that.”

“She was your child; you shouldn’t have let her have the choice in the first place. The choice was life or death and you let her choose death just so you could imagine you still had a family and that it all hadn’t crumbled before you.”

“Yes. I am being selfish because I like that she’s still with me. I like having her here because without her I couldn’t cope.”

“You let her follow you into this life and it seems she suffers the consequences the most.”

“She told you?”

“She told grandma.”

“What the projections or the subjects do is unpredictable. Sometimes they respond to the presence put in front of them, in her case, a beautiful young girl.”

He looks down, ashamed of what he’s hearing.

“Look I’m just doing what I know. I’m doing what you taught me.”

“I never taught you to be a thief.”

“No, you taught me to navigate people’s minds. But after what happened, there weren’t a whole lot of legitimate ways to do that.”

He suddenly felt the meaning of my visit and retreated back into his chair. He punctuated the silence.

“What are you doing here, Dom?” I paused, wondering how to phrase this without inviting a lot of questions.

“I think we found a way home. It’s a job for some very very powerful people. People who I believe can fix my charges permanently. But I need your help.”

“You’re here to corrupt one of my best and brightest.” He taunted me by brandishing the end of his pen.

“You know what I’m offering, you have to let them decide for themselves.”

“Money.”

“Not just money. You remember, the chance to build cathedrals, entire cities, things that never existed. Things that couldn’t exist in the real world.”

“So, you want me to let someone else, follow you into your fantasy.”

“They won’t actually come into the dream. They just design the levels and teach them to the dreamers.”

“Design it yourself.”

“Mal won’t let me.” I saw his face droop at the mention of her. Already sighing at the sight of my delusion.

“What about y/n, she was always better than you were anyway.”

“She refuses. She’ll help with a maze or a paradox occasionally when she gets bored of our architects incompetence, but she won’t build herself anymore. I don’t know why. She won’t tell me.” He sat forward in his chair. Eyes pleading with me to bring y/n home.

“Come back to reality. Please.”

“Those kids are waiting for their father and sister to come home. That’s their reality. This job-this last job- that’s how we get there. I would not be standing here if I knew another way. I need an architect who is as good as I was.”

“I’ve got someone better.”

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“Ariadne?” A perky petite girl runs to meet Miles’ inviting hand. “I’d like you to meet Mr Cobb.”

“Pleased to meet you.”

“If you have a few moments, Mr Cobb has a job offer he’d like to discuss with you.”

“A work placement?”

“Not exactly.”

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

*your pov*

I made it to the warehouse and walked in to see Arthur fiddling with different pieces of equipment.

“You look funny handling tech equipment in that suit.” I loudly teased to get his attention.

He turned towards me with a smile. “Thought you’d be with Cobb and the new recruit.”

“He can do it without me; besides I didn’t fancy the third degree from grandad.”

“He’s just protective. This job isn’t exactly made for you.”

“What? You don’t think I can handle myself?”

“Oh, don’t worry I know you can. The scar on my eye proves it.” We laughed together in a way we hadn’t done in a while. I’d always found comfort around Arthur. When I first left with my dad, I was young and innocent. I had no idea what I’d signed up for. So, once we started working with Arthur I began to loosen up a little as I felt I had someone I could truly trust. Yes, there were people like Eames who came around for the odd job and who I could rely on on the mission. But Arthur was different. I trusted him in a way that encapsulated my whole heart.

We began to unpack the equipment, preparing for when dad would be back to introduce the new recruit to dream-walking. I had just found some old deck chairs stuffed at the back that I dragged to the centre. They made a horrible squeak as the metal scraped on concrete.

“Are you okay?” Arthur pondered.

“Yeah why?”

“Just after Nash and that last job, I worried you would shut down.”

“This could be Dad’s chance to clear his name, I got no time to shut down.” I put on a confidence and winked his way before punching his arm as I passed for good measure.

“Anyways,” I spoke facing the window. “It’s not like I’ve not dealt with that before. It’s old news.”

“I know.” Arthur said solemnly, refusing to look my way. “But you shouldn’t.”

“Well, it happened, it happens, and it’s going to happen again.” I giggled through my tear-filled eyes. I felt Arthur’s presence behind me, bringing me into the lightest hug.

“You know I’m here for you. And if you don’t want to tell your dad when it happens, that’s fine but promise you’ll at least tell me. You know I love giving a guy a good punch, especially on your behalf.”

I turned around in his arms and found our noses almost touching.

“Thank you, Arthur. My knight in shining armour.” I could see the muscles in his neck strain as he very gently leaned in. I copied and moved until our lips softly grazed.

*SCREEEEECH*

We jumped back from each other, in a spook.

“That’ll be them I guess.” I quickly fled the scene and brushed my fingers against my lips. That was about to happen, wasn’t it?

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Ariadne gasped as she awoke. Her eyes were flamed, and her pupils darted around the room, trying to make sense of it all. The music bubbled throughout the room adding a flare of theatrics to the situation. This was her second time under, so I assumed her jerk meant she hadn’t woken up in the most pleasant way.

“You’re okay, you’re okay.” Arthur quickly reassured her. Calming her down through gentle caresses.

“Why didn’t I wake up?”

I answered whilst making sure Dad was okay. “Because there was still time on the clock, and you can’t wake up from a dream unless you die.”

“She’ll need a totem.” Dad announced, already leaving the room.

“Dad give her a minute, geez.”

“What? Dad? Wait what?” Ariadne was shaken and looked between Cobb, and I confused.

“A totem it’s a small, personal-“

“That’s some subconscious you’ve got on you, Cobb! She’s a real charmer.”

“Ah I see you met my mom.”

“She’s, his wife?” She asked breathlessly, looking up at me. I nodded sadly.

“So, a totem, you need a small object, potentially heavy, something you can have on you all the time.” Ariadne covered her eyes to mentally acknowledge what she had just been through. I knew none of Arthur’s words were registering. It was too soon. She needed to go away so she can see how addicting it feels. I remembered my first time. I was so scared, but it was a delicious fear. “Something that no one else knows.”

“Like a coin?”

“No, it needs to be more unique than that. Like this is a loaded die,” Arthur brought out his totem, similar to mine. “I can’t let you touch it, see that would defeat the purpose. Only I know the balance and the weight of this loaded die. That way when you look at your totem, you know that you’re not in someone else’s dream.” I stuck my hand in my pocket to feel my own. It was a picture of me, James, and Philippa but it has a small mistake on it. In the picture I have braces, when in reality I’ve never worn them.

I left Arthur and Ariadne to talk and went to check on my dad. He had the spinning top again. We both watched it spin out, helpless to do anything else. When it fell, he loudly exhaled. I knew he had to do it, I just didn’t know why.

We both re-joined Arthur to find that the girl had left. It was probably all too much for such little time. And any run in with Mal’s projection would make anyone uneasy.

“She’ll be back. I’ve never seen anyone pick it up that quickly before.”

“I’ll try not to be offended.” I said with a smirk. Dad kissed my forehead. “Of course, except you, sweetie.”

“Reality’s not gonna be enough for her now, I remember the feeling.”

“When she comes back, you’re gonna have her building mazes.”

“Where are you gonna be?”

“I gotta go visit Eames.” I quietly clapped and celebrated in the corner. Eames was my favourite person to work with and we’ve always had a great partnership since our first time when I was only 15. He was the one who taught me impersonation and forgery, much to my dad’s admiration. If Arthur was like my uncle, then Eames was my rebellious older brother, letting me get away with anything I wanted.

“Eames? No, he’s in Mombasa, it’s Cobol’s backyard.”

“It’s a necessary risk.”

“Well, there’s plenty of good thieves.”

“We don’t just need a thief. We need a forger.”

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Arthur had reluctantly gone home for the night. I promised him I would be fine sleeping in the warehouse since my dad was away. He didn’t trust me, but he knew he couldn’t argue with me. I mean I didn’t lie. I did want to sleep.

I got myself comfortable on the deck chair and let the sedative seep into my veins.

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*your dream space*

I opened my eyes in the lobby of the hotel. Over the years I had fashioned my subconscious in this specifically navigable layout. I could bury things on different floors, and revisit things in different rooms.

It was empty. Just how I liked it. Projections of your mind are easier to get rid of than you think. I clipped my heels all the way down to the large metal elevator. I entered into the 1920s style tiled lift and looked at the numbers. -3, -2, -1, 0, 1, 2, 3.

My painted finger pressed harshly down into ‘1’.

The lift rung to life and pushed me up into the crevices of my mind. And as quickly as it started the doors were back open on to a brightly lit white corridor. The hall was as clean and perfect as I wanted to keep these memories. I opened up the door ‘101’.

Inside I saw James, Philippa and I dancing at the beach. As my projection pushes her feet through the sand, I curl my toes as I feel it soft beneath me. We are running about playing a game of tig as mom and dad look on from the picnic blanket laid out with food. The colours have faded like an old photograph, and I struggle to make out the different faces.

I decided to jump ahead a little and reach for room ‘111’.

I walk hand in hand down a beautifully decorated woodland path. Mom and dad flank me on either side. I stand tall, a child of 11, in the midst of my very own dream. That was the first time. Like the previous one it’s colours have all but gone.

I hurry back into the elevator and change the floor to number ‘2’.

This floor is harshly painted yellow, and its lights flicker incessantly. I trudge down the disgustingly patterned carpet to room ‘204’. My hand questions itself as it reaches for the handle. The door flies open into the living room of our house. I stand face to face with my mother in all her beauty. She is shouting.

“You are not my daughter; don’t you think I’d know if you were.”

My young voice shakes as it answers. “Mom, please, it’s me. You have to believe me.”

“You. Are. Not. Real.”

Her hand grasps the kitchen knife and raises it. I slam the door shut and hear the yelp of my self projection. I wait to calm my heavy breathing. I don’t want to remember her like this but it’s the only room she frequents now.

My limp body returns to the lift, and I finally reach for ‘3’. The box whirrs to life and almost gently raises me up into the final floor. This is my newest creation, where I store the unexplained and the prophetic.

I walk out onto the beautiful sage green corridor, adorned with expensive antique decorations. I make my way to room ‘301’. The door softly creaks open, and my eyes are blinded by a white light filtering in from an open window. The transparent net curtain hinders my eyeline. But in front of me I see the silhouette of a man. He is only wearing a pair of briefs and I am able to make out the lean but structured outline of his body. His hair is thick and luscious. A few chocolate strands have fallen to kiss his sharp cheekbones. I struggle to discern a face, yet I still feel stuck in this man’s gaze. Like his eyes have me in their grip. I push my way through the netting, but it works against me, rooting me to the spot. I struggle and I struggle. The constraint of the curtain becoming too much to bear. It’s difficult to breathe in my panic.

“Are you alright?” The strangers voice is the last thing I hear permeating the darkness before I’m woken up by the clock. The sedative wore off.

I sat there for a minute, gathering my breath. He was there. Again. He’s always there. No matter what I build, or where I hide, he finds a way through.

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I wonder who that mysterious man could be ;)

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The Last Story Ever {Arthur x Female!Reader}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2026 Summary: Arthur has to take on an odd role in your dream.

Enter the story of a naive girl who ends up in a dangerous situation that had presented itself as a wonderful opportunity. Blame your innocence. Blame the fact that you were new to the city and you didn’t know how it all worked. You were from a place where people didn’t lock your doors, and now you were in a city where one lock was barely considered security. Your boss, who had seemed like such a kind man when you first met him - warm, welcoming - well, he was anything but. The only thing ‘warm’ about him was the blood on his hands. So you were stuck. You knew too much, even if you couldn’t comprehend what it was that you knew. And that - that is where Arthur came in.

He was getting paid to get what you knew out of your head. The person who was hiring him for this job, at an extremely hefty fee, would understand what to do with it. But it was far too dangerous to actually approach you, what with your boss constantly keeping an eye on you. And you most likely wouldn’t even know what information that someone else would want, what would be useful.

So in came the team. Not only was Arthur getting a good pay out, but he was actually helping to take out a ‘big bad’. He had done a bit of spying on you, and - well - he himself was wondering how you had managed to get into this situation. You seemed so... not like the others. Bad luck? He didn’t know. He couldn’t spend too much time thinking about it. It was just a job. It was just a payday.

Talking it over with Cobb, and the other members of the team, it had been decided that it would be best if he took the lead on this one. From the way that you seemed - he was the one most likely to be close to you, even in your dreams. Cobb was too rough and tumble. You wouldn’t trust him. But someone clean cut like Arthur. Respectable and calm like Arthur. He as being teased by Eames as being a ‘dream guy'. So he had to learn about you. He had to play the part well.

Your boyfriend. As he prepared himself to be sedated and go into your head, he was chuckling. He couldn’t date. He couldn’t get married. Not after seeing what it did to Cobb. Marriage wasn’t an option for people like him. But maybe he could play the part. Maybe he could fake it for a little while.

Into the dream.

With the team, driving through the first level, and then to a house that he had dreamed up. White picket fence. Crooked mailbox. Green shutters. A large bay window which looked out upon a front garden. He got out of the car, briefcase in hand. Coming back from work. Carpool, because you cared about the environment. And there you were, opening the door wide and greeting him with a smile. It took him back. He’d seen you from afar in person but this was the closest that he had ever gotten to be. And you - you were -

“Hello beautiful,” He said, coughing away that shock. “Were you waiting for me?”

“Yeah,” You said, tooth-paste smile like grin on your face. You pulled him. You put your arms around him. You pressed your head against his chest, breathing in the smell of his business suit. You were holding him like this was something that nobody could fabricate and your feelings were real. He had to put one hand in his pocket, and touch the red die in his pocket. To remember. This was only just a dream. “I - I think I really missed you. I felt so lonely.”

Lonely. That was all you. That had nothing to do with the dream that they were putting inside of your head. His heart started to betray him. Rather than keep calm, keep cool, it started to beat quickly. Your head against his chest felt so real. It was all that he could do not to fall into the facade. He had to remember his mission. Red dice. Heavy dice.

“Well, I’m here now, love,” He said, kissing the top of your head. Was that shampoo he could smell? Somehow, he was able to use all of his senses in here. “Why don’t we just order in tonight? And you can tell me about your day."

“You’re such a God-send,” You admired. You let go of him slowly,bringing your hands down the sleeves of his jacket to take hold of his hand. There was nothing on your face that showed that you thought this was a dream. There was no look on your face that gave away that you two had never interacted before this moment. But here you were. A happy couple. He smoothed one hand through your hair, unable to help himself. It was so real. The texture of each strand, the rich color.

You sat all nice and pretty on the couch. He had based this house on something that he had seen in an old movie. Or maybe it was I Love Lucy. He wasn’t entirely sure. But it was cute in here. He took off his shoes, loosened his tie, put down the briefcase and joined you on the couch. You instantly cuddled up against him. Another sign that the loneliness was all from you. He couldn’t control your actions. Only the world around. You were choosing to be this - this lovely. You were choosing to cuddle up. You were choosing to believe in all of this fantasy.

And you opened up. You gave him everything that he needed on a silver platter. Dream logic meant that pizza had shown up even though neither of you made the order, and the only interruption in her complaining about her boss was when she had gotten up to answer the doorbell. It was a very simple mission. The simplest that he had in years. He could opt out now. But instead he looked at the imaginary pizza that was on the table, the way that it kept disappearing despite neither of you eating it, but he could swear that he could taste it.

He stayed.

You laid your head down on his lap. He smoothed away the wrinkle above your brow with his thumb. And then caressed your cheek. You slowed down on the negativity, having gotten it out of your system. It was some serious stuff. The things that your boss was doing were very illegal. He was going to get shut down and he was planning on taking you with him.

Something which, Arthur was now realizing, he couldn’t let happen.

He was not a fan of messiness. His clothes were always impeccably clean. He never had a hair out of place. No one would ever find dirt underneath his fingernails. His own apartment was minimal, with minimal dirt. A person could run a white glove against any surface and not find dust.

But this was a sort of messiness that he was thinking about diving into. Head first. This was your dream. You could do anything that you wanted. You could act any which way that you wanted to. But here you were, baring your heart, your soul. And being the sweetest thing that he had ever seen. Sweet dreams had a whole new meaning to him now.

Focus. The dream was going to fall apart if he didn’t focus. He could leave. He could wake up. He could get you to wake up. But what then? You two would just be two faces, going in different directions. You would wake up thinking that was an odd dream, I wonder who that man was. His face was just one that you sub consciously picked up. Would you even look at him twice if you crossed paths outside of this?

He was not an anxious man, really. But now the idea was crawling under his skin. Making him itch. This was not professional. Eames was probably laughing his ass off about all of this somewhere. He always seemed to know when Arthur wasn’t being his perfect self.

“Anyways, that’s enough about me,” You said, your nose scrunched as you looked up at him. “I’ve been going on way too long. It was just a hard day, love. But tell me about yours? Did you close any accounts today? Or whatever it is that you handsome business men do throughout the day?”

He let out a little laugh despite himself. Handsome. That was a nice touch that you added on there. He hadn’t made you say that. No one had made you say that. That was all on you.

“Just a bunch of pushing papers around. Pressing keys on a keyboard,” He sighed. “Just missing you all you day.”

Apparently that was enough to make you smile. To make you lean in and put your head on his shoulder. He put his arm around you - felt you close. Other hand inside of his pocket, feeling the die. Don’t get too lost inside of this. It isn’t real. Was it so bad to wish for a moment that it was real?

He liked his life. His pristine apartment. His immaculate wardrobe. He didn’t mind his friends, though they were more like co-workers. He didn’t even mind his work. He could never have this sort of life with the job and the talents that he had. He looked down at you, nuzzled up against him. He could never have you.

So he was going to enjoy this while he could. He leaned in and kissed the top of your head. He could smell the shampoo that you used. He could smell the soap. Perfume. Or it might even have been your natural scent, it was hard to tell. But he enjoyed it nonetheless. There were a couple of moments of silence, but it didn’t feel thick, didn’t feel awkward.

“I like this,” You said, cuddling in close. “Just like this. Do you think the boss would actually kill me if I take off work tomorrow? Would yours kill you? I don’t want to waste a day working away. Seems worth it, actually.”

“I’m not going to let him kill you,” He murmured into your hair.

And that was that. One second he was sitting beside you, and the next - he was in the house that was next to yours, your real place, not what you shared in the dream. Eames was grinning. His shin hurt. He must have been kicked. His sleepy expression turned into a straight line again - trying not to give away that he had just woken up feeling the loneliest that he had ever felt in all of his life. The feeling of just being dragged down.

“I got the information,” He said, getting up from the chair that he had fallen asleep in. His limbs felt stiff. The sun was starting to show through the curtained windows. “I’ll make a report for the client.”

“Spit the client, how was the love life?” Eames asked. Arthur didn’t let it show on his face just how annoying that question was but Eames’s laugh fave away that he knew anyway.

He didn’t dignify the question with a response. He simply walked over to the window that faced out towards your house and opened up the curtain to peer out. He watched until your light turned on. He could see your silhouette. You started getting ready for the day. Did you feel the same way that he did? Did you feel the loneliness deep in your soul as you got ready for another soul-crushing day?

He remembered his last words to you. You weren’t going to let him kill you. The mission was over and he was supposed to move on but he realized as he kept standing there, Eames continuing to shit-talk behind him that - he was sticking with that. He wasn’t going to let anyone kill you. Even if he wasn’t his real husband, it felt like his duty.

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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 3 years

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The Second-Hand Ticks: Two - saito's offer (Arthur x OC)

Summary: The last job may be more difficult than they originally thought. And no matter how hard Sarai and Arthur try, they can't convince Dom to turn it down.

Pairing: Arthur x OC (Sarai Jourdain)

Word Count: 2706

Warnings: implied violence, guns

ONE | TWO | THREE

Their hotel room in Tokyo had a beautiful view. Sarai stood out of the floor to ceiling windows, dressed and ready to go, with the last of a mug of coffee dangling from her fingers. Right then, she hated that she had been the main contact for Cobol Engineering. Her phone had been ringing non-stop for the past two hours. They had missed their meeting with the company and it wanted answers. The vibrating finally stopped as she clutched the device in her other hand, but it started up again immediately. Sarai sighed. She liked that phone.

Finishing the last sip of her coffee, she dropped the phone on the marble floor and smashed it with the heel of her shoe. She picked up the now cracked and dented phone and tossed it lazily into the garbage. But not before pulling out the SIM card, that she would flush down the toilet.

“Doumo arigatou gozaimasu,” Arthur spoke from the bedroom of their suite. He appeared through the doorway not a moment later. “I got the helicopter — it’s waiting for us on the roof.”

“Excellent,” she said as she put her now empty mug back on the service cart.

It was early, the sun hadn’t even risen yet over the dark city. But food service had been kind enough to bring up breakfast and coffee for them at such an ungodly hour.

“Have everything packed?” he asked as he picked at the last of the fresh fruit and popped a grape into his mouth.

“Yes.” She went into the bathroom and flushed the SIM card, then came back out. “Tell me, how are we supposed to lay-low in America?”

“Well — “ Arthur came up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, she lazily serpentined her own over his shoulders. “I got us a remote cabin in Colorado — beautiful mountain views, fully stocked kitchen.”

“And how long were you thinking to stay there, Mr. Darling?”

“Couple weeks. Until things quiet down with Cobol and Cobb needs us again.”

She leaned into him. Felt his warm breath fan her face, his hands solid upon her frame, his lips as they pressed gently against her forehead.

“Last job — right?” she whispered.

“Yeah.” He sighed. “Last job.”

Sarai wanted to kiss him. But knew that if she did, she would never leave that room in Tokyo. She was so tired. Tired of moving from place to place, tired of running, tired of having to hide that which she loved so that no one could use it against them. Instead, she let go of him completely and picked up her bags.

Cobb’s room was one floor down from their’s. Arthur knocked on the door when they reached the number he had texted. Of all their colleagues, Dom was the only one who knew about them. He wasn’t an idiot and he had trained his brain to be observant. Sarai even thought some days that he knew before either of them did. He never said anything about it though. When he made plans, however, he always made sure that they stuck together.

“Our ride’s on the roof,” Arthur said when Cobb opened the door.

He looked like he hadn’t slept at all. If he did, it wasn’t very peaceful.

“Right.” Cobb went back into the room to get his things. Arthur and Sarai followed in after him.

Sarai watched as he picked up a metal top from the coffee table. She recognized that totem and knew that it wasn’t his. Sarai’s eyes softened as she watched him. She could never imagine, even in her deepest subconscious, what it must be like for him. To lose his wife then be separated from his children. To be blamed for her death in the first place. Sarai glanced at Arthur. She would end up something close to Dom Cobb if she ever lost him.

“Dom?” she asked as he stowed his gun away in his bag. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Why?” he asked.

“Well — “ Sarai made eye contact with Arthur. “Mal showing up, down in the dream.”

Cobb grabbed his jacket. “Look, I’m sorry about your leg. Won’t happen again.”

“It’s getting worse, isn’t it?” Arthur questioned.

“One apology’s all you’re getting, all right, guys?” Cobb looked at both of them pointedly as he shouldered on his jacket. Sarai raised her hands in surrender. “Where’s Nash?”

“He hasn’t shown,” Arthur said, clearly not satisfied with Cobb’s dismissal of the subject, “You wanna wait?”

“No. We were supposed to deliver Saito’s expansion plans to Cobol Engineering two hours ago,” Sarai said as she turned back towards the door, the men following her lead, “They know we’ve failed by now.”

“So it’s time we disappear,” Cobb agreed as he moved ahead of her and opened up his hotel room door.

The ride up to the roof in the elevator was silent. Arthur heaved one final resigned sigh as he watched the numbers change above the door. Sarai knew what that sigh ment. Him finally giving up on asking Cobb anything more about Mal. Though he would never tell anyone as much, Arthur cared deeply about the people around him. Especially for Cobb. A man he had worked with professionally since he had gotten into the business of extraction nearly eight years ago. They were close. Cobb never did a job without Arthur. But Mal — Mal never did a job without Sarai.

Once they got onto the roof, Sarai took a deep breath. The sun was starting to come up. It was cloudy though, so the sky wasn’t awash with bright pinks and yellows. Instead it was as if the sky was turning from black to lighter shades of grey.

“Where you gonna go?” Arthur asked as they made their way across the rooftop to the white helicopter that was waiting to take them to the private jet Arthur had arranged for them.

“Buenos Aires. I can lie low there, maybe sniff out a job when things quiet down,” Cobb answered, then looked over at the two of them, “You guys?”

“Stateside,” Arthur said.

Sarai couldn’t help but notice the look of pure jealousy that crossed Cobb’s face. “Send my regards.”

There was a suited man standing by the door of the helicopter. Sarai cocked her head as she looked at him. Odd. He didn’t look like he worked at the hotel, and he definitely wasn’t one of the pilots. They approached the helicopter anyway, though Sarai remained silently skeptical, and the suited man opened the sliding door. Sarai was behind both Cobb and Arthur, so when they suddenly stopped she nearly ran into them.

Nash was sitting in the helicopter bruised and bloodied. Saito sat across from him with an unimpressed face.

Saito sighed as he looked over at the three of them. “He sold you out. Thought to come to me and bargain for his life. So, I offer you the satisfaction.”

The man who opened the door for them offered a gun to Cobb. Sarai stared at the weapon with a furrowed brow. Though Nash was one of the worst architects she had ever worked with, and she was still processing the fact that he sold them out to Saito and possibly Cobol, she didn’t think he was deserving of death. What kind of business did Saito run?

Cobb denied the offer with a shake of his head. “That’s not the way I deal with things.”

Saito knocked on the window of the helicopter with a roll of his eyes. The other side came open and another suited man pulled a whimpering Nash from his seat. And all the three of them could do was watch. Sarai shifted uneasily on her feet, watching Nash go for a moment before looking down to the wet concrete. She hadn’t heard it rain the night before.

Saito silently waved them into the helicopter. What kind of choice did they have?

Cobb climbed in first, then Sarai, followed by Arthur. Sarai ended up taking the seat next to Saito with a sigh to steal herself. She watched out the window as Nash was dragged from the rooftop, his eyes trained on the helicopter as it began to lift off.

“What will you do with him?” she asked.

“Nothing.” Saito stared out the window. “But I can’t speak for Cobol Engineering.”

Arthur, Cobb, and Sarai looked around at each other. He was going to be dead by morning. Or worse, he could rat out that they had gone somewhere with Saito. The helicopter fully took off from the rooftop and headed east. It was surprisingly quiet inside.

“What do you want from us?” Cobb asked.

“Inception.” Sarai and Arthur gave each other a look. “Is it possible?”

“Of course not,” Arthur immediately answered.

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

“Okay, here’s me planting an idea in your head.” Arthur leaned forward earnestly. “I say to you don’t think about elephants. What’re you thinking about?”

Saito seemed to actually think for a moment. “Elephants.”

“Exactly,” Sarai chimed in, “It’s not your idea because you know he gave it to you. The subject’s mind can always trace the origin of the idea. True inspiration is impossible to fake.”

“It’s not true,” Cobb whispered.

Sarai snapped her head over to look at him, perfectly styled blonde bob getting mussed in the process. Cobb was looking out the window over the city of Tokyo. But he wasn’t really looking at the sights of the city. He was lost somewhere else, somewhere far away, by time or space Sarai couldn’t tell.

“Can you do it?” Saito asked.

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

“Then you do have a choice.”

“Then I choose to leave, sir.”

Saito waved his hand and the helicopter suddenly changed directions. Sarai stared at Cobb for a moment. What did he mean that true inspiration could be faked? The only way he could know that was if he had done it before, done it to someone before. Since Mal’s death, Arthur and Sarai had been a part of every job he had taken. It must have been with Mal…Or…

The helicopter hovered over an airport tarmac before landing. There was a private jet waiting for them there, but it was definitely not the one that Arthur had arranged for them. This one was far too nice for their budget.

Saito jutted his chin out at the jet. “Tell the crew where you want to go.”

Cobb slid open the door and they all climbed out. Sarai was thankful that they no longer had to be in such a tight space with an intimidating man like Saito. They began walking towards the jet.

“Hey, Mr. Cobb!” Saito suddenly called from inside the helicopter. It was hard to hear him over the whirling blades. The three of them turned to listen to him. “How would you like to go home? To America? To your children?”

“You can’t fix that!” Cobb shouted over the noise. “No one can!”

“Just like inception.”

Cobb turned to leave, but then looked back at Saito. Sarai saw an expression of deep confliction on his face. She knew how badly he wanted to go home, needed to go home, to be a part of his children’s lives. But he was on the run. If he went back to American he would immediately be arrested, tried, and found guilty for Mal’s death. He would be in prison for life. But inception — the concept was impossible. She remembered running experiments what seemed a lifetime ago on the idea. None of them had ever stuck. If they took this job, she was convinced they would fail. And they would be in an even worse position than they already were. Saito seemed more powerful than Cobol. Even a cabin in Colorado and Buenos Aires couldn’t hide them from him for long.

“Dom, come along,” she urged him to turn away.

But he didn’t. Arthur looked exasperated as they both watched Cob reappraoch Saito in the helicopter. He looked back at them for a moment then conversed with Saito quietly. Sarai couldn’t hear them over the helicopter blades. Arthur and Sarai stepped closer to hear.

“No idea is simple when you need to plant it in somebody else’s mind,” Cobb said.

Saito sighed. “My main competitor is an old man in poor health. His son will soon inherit control of the corporation. I need him to decide to break up his father’s empire.”

Sarai had been hoping for something a bit more romantic. It was always about money and corporations, these jobs. But Cobb seemed to be considering it.

“Cobb, we should walk away from this,” Arthur suggested.

“Hold on.” Cobb looked at the two of them for a moment, contemplation written all over his face, before turning back to Saito. “If I were to do this — if…I even could do it — I’d need a guarantee. How do I know you can deliver?”

“You don’t.” Saito leaned forward. “But I can. So, do you want to take a leap of faith? Or become an old man, filled with regret, waiting to die alone?”

Cobb nodded his head. Arthur turned away in exasperation. Sarai could only stare at the back of Cobb’s head. She was getting that one last job sooner than she thought. But this one last job was going to be a long one, one that might not ever come to fruition or end in another failure.

Saito relaxed in his seat, satisfied. “Assemble your team, Mr. Cobb. And choose your people more wisely.”

The inside of the jet was nice. Plush leather seats, decent airplane meals, and wine. Cobb went up to the cockpit and told the pilots they were headed to Paris, France. Sarai perked up at that. Being in the city she was raised in would make her feel better about this whole thing. But maybe only slightly. Inception was impossible. She remembered a time when her and Mal experimented with the idea. It was always something simple, like having a cup of tea — never anything too complex. But it either never stuck or the subject, either herself or Mal, always knew that the idea wasn’t her own. It was frustrating, that something could be stolen but nothing could be implanted.

But Sarai trusted Dom. Maybe less so when they were down in a dream, but she trusted him. Trusted his knowledge, his methods. He was intelligent and an amazing extractor. If he said he had done it before, then he had done it before. And that was enough for her.

Sarai made herself comfortable in a seat by the window. Ordered a salad to be brought to her in a few hours. She looked out over the fading city of Tokyo as the plane got up to altitude. They were going to need a lot of people for this job. A new architect, obviously. Possibly a forger. She would have to wait to hear Cobb’s plan — though he could never get too involved it seemed. The past several times they had worked together he refused to learn the layouts for the dreams, especially not the cutthroughs for the mazes that were designed. Almost as if he was scared of something. But after yesterday, Sarai had a good idea of what he was scared of.

Around lunch time, though it was hard to tell inside the jet, the food was brought out to everyone. Sarai opted to sit behind the men at a separate table. Arthur had looked angry and agitated since they got on the jet. Picking at his nails, his brow permanently furrowed.

“Look, I know how much you wanna go home,” Arthur finally spoke up around a bite of his own salad, “This can’t be done.”

“Yes, it can. Just have to go deep enough,” Cobb said.

“You don’t know that.”

“I’ve done it before.”

Sarai stiffened in her seat. She knew it.

“Who’d you do it to?” Arthur didn’t receive an answer and Sarai heard him scoff. “Why we going to Paris?”

“We’re gonna need a new architect.”

#inception #arthur #arthur inception #arthur x reader #arthur x you #arthur imagine #inception imagine #inception fanfic #inception fic #inception fanfiction #arthur x oc #oc #original character #inception x oc #inception oc #joseph gordon levitt #jgl #sarai jourdain

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2024 Fic Reading Tracker - April

I'm not sure I believe April is (almost) over, but here we are. Find my 2024 fic reading tracker masterlist and blank tracker here.

I read more words than in March even though I had fewer reading instances. I also wrote a lot this month. Graphs and monthly fic recs below the cut!

April Fic Reading Stats

# of fic reading instances: 88 # of words read: 1,532,843

Fics by fandom

PPCU = Pedro Pascal cinematic universe

PPCU Fics by Pedro character

Fic recs

Like previous months, I'm going to choose some fics I definitely recommend with a random number generator (1 through 88). But I also made quite a few rec lists this month for my followers celebration and for Pedro Pascal Fandom Bingo (which is ongoing) so I want to list those first:

Looong fic recs (100k+) in the PPCU

Current WIPs in the PPCU

Arthur x Eames (Inception) fic recs

BBC Sherlock fic recs

Star Trek & Stargate Atlantis fic recs

The Witcher fic recs

Supernatural fic recs

fic recs for @katareyoudrilling

And a few fic recs via random number generator from my reading tracker:

Caught in 4k by @beskarandblasters | 18+ | 1.8k Din x f!reader, summary: You catch Din watching porn and discover his secret; his breeding kink.

what he didn't do by @joelsgreys | 18+ | 5.1k Joel x f!reader, summary: You’re very recently divorced, but that doesn’t stop a certain handsome, brown-eyed neighbor from taking you out on a date.

The Sweepstakes: Javi Gutierrez by @katareyoudrilling | 18+ | 3.2k Javi G x f!reader, summary: It seemed like a great idea at the time, but now you’re not sure you’re brave enough to claim your sweepstakes prize.

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see you at the end of May!

#fanfic #reading tracker #ppcu #bte 2024 fic tracker #fanfiction

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thepurplebutterflythings · 5 years

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Coffee (Part 1) - Arthur

Gif: Unknown on Giphy

Word Count: 3.7K

Paring: Arthur x (f)Reader

Summary: Arthur never lets a job get personal, but something about Y/N gets to him.

Warnings: N/A

Masterlist

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Mr Saito had to contact Dom Cobbs and his team again, it was his last resort, he didn’t want to after what happened when they went against Fischer, that was how all of the team ended up sitting in his office, Dom was fiddling with his spindle totem and Arthur was rolling his loaded dice in his palm while Ariadne was running her thumb over her chess piece whereas Eames and Yusuf leant against the back wall.

“What’s this about?” Dom asked the businessman “it isn’t about Fischer is it?”

“I am not going through that again!” Eames spoke up, shuddering at the thought the three-level dream.

“No, Fischer is not the problem” Saito sighed and shook his head as he sat behind his desk.

“Then what is it?” Ariadne asked him curiously “another competitor we have to take down” she scoffed under her breath, Saito pulled a stack of files out, all with the same name on the front.

Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N

Arthur raised an eyebrow in confusion as he took a file and opened it to find basic information and surveillance pictures of a woman, his own age, with Y/H/C hair that framed her face and piercing Y/E/C eyes, which were glazed over in thought, the main image was of the girl on the train station platform at Kings Cross Station in London, standing next to a poll and leaning one shoulder against it, tucking her hair behind her ear and biting her lip as her free hand was lightly on her shoulder bag as if she was scared of being mugged.

“Who is she?” Eames spoke up, everyone had a file now.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N,” Saito told them “daughter of Y/L/N Corp.’s CEO Y/F/N Y/L/N” he explained as they all scanned the images of the girl “and my God-daughter” the team darted their eyes up to him as he sighed “she has moved to London after a dispute with her parents and is unreachable, that picture of Kings Cross was taken 6 months ago, and was the last image we managed to find, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t need to, but Mr and Mrs Y/L/N are terrified about what happened and… so am I” Saito confessed, “she is the closest the thing I have to a daughter, and I don’t trust anyone else to go and find her.”

“That’s not what we do, Saito” Cobbs sighed.

“I know that” Saito nodded “but that’s not all.”

“What else is there?” Ariadne asked.

“Y/N was an informant for the FBI briefly,” Saito told them “which was the cause of her parent’s argument with her.”

“An informant?”

“She told them about White Collar Crimes, corporate espionage and embezzlements, things like that” Saito told them “and then she just… disappeared one night.”

“And you're worried she knows about what we did to Fischer” Arthur concluded as he lowered the file to his lap as Saito nodded ashamedly.

“Which is where you come in” Saito sighed “go into her mind and find out, it’s simpler than planting a thought, correct?”

“We’d only need two levels” Yusuf nodded “maybe even one, if we’re lucky.”

“We can do it, but we need to find Y/N first,” Dom told Saito with a nod.

“But, I don’t want you thinking this is selfish,” Saito said, “I do miss her as well.”

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The Team were trying to decide who to have in the dream, all of them arguing, Dom was hard setting on having a reunion between Y/N and her parents while Ariadne and Arthur were challenging that idea with the research they had gathered.

“She doesn’t trust them!” Arthur told him “she became an informant because of them, why Y/N would want to trust them?”

“Arthur’s Right” Eames sighed, Arthur looked at him in confusion “don’t be surprised, Art.”

“Hard not to be” Arthur muttered.

“What about Saito?” Ariadne suggested as she sat herself on a table “Eames can impersonate him.”

“The reason we're doing this is to know whether or not she knows about his involvement in Fischer dissolving his Father’s empire” Dom reminded the young girl “him being there would entirely implode it.”

“Who does she trust?” Eames asked.

“Y/N wouldn’t trust someone unless she committed to them” Saito told the group.

“Like a husband?” Ariadne questioned. Everyone perked up and thought, it was so simple, yet elegant.

“Exactly” Saito nodded “but, her Relationship Status isn’t known.”

“She’s Single” Arthur filled in the blank “any men which are in the pictures with her are seemingly in relationships with other people, or she views them purely platonic.”

“Now the massive question” Eames coughed as he leant against the wall. “Which of us are gonna make an Honest Woman out of her?”

“Definitely not you” Saito insisted “she is the closest thing I have to a daughter, and even though it’s a dream, you aren’t not going near her!” Eames pulled an offended face while the other members hid a chuckle.

“You’re goanna decide for her then?”

“Better than someone who does know the target decides than one of us” Arthur said as he strolled to the table Ariadne was sitting on to pick up a file “If Y/N suspects something is off, she might realize that she’d dreaming.”

“So, that leaves Me, Arthur and Yusuf” Dom coughed awkwardly as Saito placed the three men under his critical gaze, sizing them up.

To Saito, all the men seemed quite Distant, and even though it had been some time since he had seen his missing God-daughter, Y/N enjoyed conversing about deep topics, however, Dom was still caught up with Mal’s death, despite how long ago it was, and Saito didn’t blame him, he didn’t want to put the man into a situation which might resemble his former life, Yusuf was too arrogant at times, He was smart and knew he was, which made him insufferable, which he knew his God-daughter would never tolerate, but Arthur, Arthur was smart, stable and can be smooth at times, he was charming, good a breaking rules and knew what he wanted, and how to get it, to be honest, he was everything that Y/N’s Mother had warned her about, and Y/N hated her mother’s warning’s about life and love.

“Arthur,” Saito told him, Arthur, who was leaning against the table, stood up and stared at Saito in shock, he never considered himself a part of the idea to be Y/N’s husband. “He’s perfect for the role.”

“Okay” Dom nodded, quite shocked himself, he’d never seen Arthur in a relationship, and not even a one night stand “Arthur it is.”

“Like he’d be better than me” Eames scoffed.

“What are we doing? Date? Wedding? Holiday?” Ariadne asked as she wrote it all down.

“Honeymoon” Dom told them.

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Arthur was still in Shock as they started planning the layout of the level, Saito never explained why he was perfect for the role, which left him in the dark, but however he had to focus as he had to build the place where he’d be with Y/N.

“She Loves swimming,” Saito told the team, they managed to convince him to use the shared dream but only for building the levels, Arthur nodded at his statement and started to build an outdoor pool in the Hotel, around the pool were lounge chairs with umbrellas and tables, he also built an outside bar which was modern with chrome stalls and a crisp white bar top.

“Nice taste” Dom stated as he walked around with a nod of approval.

“Thanks” he smirked as he added a little green patch to the left, behind the lounge chairs, which had little shrubs and flowers around the edge.

“Better hope the Mrs’s likes it” Eames chuckled as he stretched out on a lounge chair.

“Don’t push your luck” Arthur warned Eames with a firm tone.

“Is she taking your name?” Eames hard-pressed him.

“Eames!” Dom snapped, prompting the English man to quiet down, eventually, the team wandered into the Hotel to create a setting for them to walk around.

“Y/N likes a modern style, she grew up in very old fashioned homes and layouts, always said that when she moved out she’d find the most modern looking apartment she could and buy it immediately” Saito told Arthur.

“She sounds like your kinda gal Arthur” Dom laughed lightly. Arthur smiled a little as he let his mind focus on a beautifully modern lobby with a set of marble stairs going upwards, the group moved up the stairs, letting the formation of the modern Hotel take place.

“You go set up your suite, we’ll take care of the rest” Ariadne told Arthur as the team split up into separate mini-groups, leaving Arthur and Dom alone, he sighed and shook his head.

“What was that about?” Dom asked as he followed Arthur to an empty room.

“What was what about?”

“That Sigh.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” Arthur looked at Dom out of the corner of his eye as he watched his friend’s movement, hoping he’d believe the statement.

“You know what I mean Arthur” Dom rolled his eyes and turning to look at him “You’re afraid” he chuckled with a shake of his head “of Y/N and what she’ll be like.”

“You’re insane” Arthur chuckled as he paused and looked around, wondering what to add in for the woman he was having to pretend to marry.

“Saito said she likes balconies,” Dom told him “if you want to impress her” he added with a chuckle, Arthur glared at Dom as he added in a large balcony with glass around the edge in place of fencing, which had a large metal bar on the top as a railing, to get into the balcony Arthur added French doors with white chiffon curtains which flowed in the wind, the view of the crisp blue sea with fluffy white clouds in the sky and small yachts on the horizon, Dom let a low and impressed whistle out. “Y/N is going to be impressed with this”, he told Arthur.

“I just wanna convince her that it isn’t a dream, she’ll freak if she knew what Saito was doing to her” Arthur huffed as he started constructing the rest of the room, everything was crisp white with silver decorations, a large king-sized mattress with soft silk sheets on a bed frame which had a canopy with chiffon sheets dangling from the top, which were also flowing in the light breeze, Dom raised an eyebrow as he ran his hand over the silk sheets in question.

“Silk sheet?” Dom chuckled, raising his eyebrow.

“Fuck off,” Arthur snapped, “what type of sheets were in your honeymoon suite?”

“Point taken.”

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Tracking Saito’s god-daughter was harder than they thought, however, Eames managed to track her down, finding her to be booked on a train back from Scotland to London, and managed to get tickets for all the team after Saito brought out all the other tickets, so they could remain in peace, Saito deciding to remain in Second class, so he could watch over the situation and linger out of Y/N’s sight, and then the day had come, they had just over 10 hours on the train, meaning in dream time they had 55 hours, little over two days, it had to be enough time for them to find out what Y/N knew, While Arthur romantically clung to Y/N and distracted her, Dom would try and find the safe within her and crack it, and the other team members would make sure Y/N didn’t grow suspicious.

Dom, Ariadne, Eames and Yusuf boarded the Train while Arthur went to the Station café to grab a coffee, as he waited in line he looked around him, searching for any sign of Y/N, hoping she wouldn’t miss her train.

The woman two people ahead of him was thanking them for her coffee as she turned and nearly crashed into the distracted Arthur, as they both stumbled the woman’s travel cup of coffee fell to the floor and the Styrofoam cup split open, both the woman and Arthur checked that the hot drink didn’t spill and scolded them, when they were satisfied that it didn’t the pair looked up to look at who they crashed into, Arthur found himself staring into bright Y/E/C eyes, he blinked a couple of times and focused on the woman’s face, sucking in slight air when he saw who it was, Y/N Y/L/N, in the flesh.

“Are you okay?!” Y/N gasped as she realized that she nearly crashed into Arthur.

“Yeah… yeah, all good, are you?” Arthur asked her quickly.

“Yes, thank you” Y/N smiled and nodded.

“Good, sorry about your coffee” he smiled.

“No, it's fine, I’m not that thirsty anyway” she chuckled, they remained quiet for a second before Arthur spoke up.

“Are you catching a train or getting off?” he asked, pretending he hadn’t spent the last 9 weeks looking for her.

“Catching a train, Aberdeen to London,” she told him.

“That leaves soon, you better get there, I don’t wanna be the reason you miss your train” Arthur coughed as Y/N nodded and smiled.

“See you around,” she said softly before walking off, Arthur watched her leave, sighing slightly under his breath as he trailed his eyes over her figure, indulgent Y/H/C hair which the station lights bounced off and a spring in her step, a soft smile came over him as he chuckled and shook his head a little, walking up to the counter to order.

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Arthur strolled onto the carriage, it was a large with clusters of chairs in fours, with a table between each of them, there were about 10 of these, and the other 4 were in pairs with a table between them, and at the end of the carriage was a single rouge leather sofa with a side table next to it.

Dom had a seat opposite him, so Arthur took that seat and placed the to-go cup of coffee on the table and smiled at Dom, who was smirking, Arthur frowned in confusion as Dom gestured his head behind himself and to the left, Arthur followed the direction, looking down the aisle behind Dom and to the left to see that, sitting alone on a table of four with a book on the table, was Y/N, who was gazing out of the window.

“So she did catch the train” Arthur murmured.

“Not left at the Alter then mate” Eames whispered as he walked past with a trolley.

“Eames, don’t push it” Dom warned him as Arthur glanced over to Y/N, who was starting to read Hamlet “now how to get the sleeping pill to her?” he questioned, Arthur bit his lip in thought as he looked at the trolley which Eames had.

“Can you make a coffee?” he asked Eames, who raised an Eyebrow, yet regardless made a coffee with a splash of milk and placed a sugar packet on the saucer then placed it on the little table in front of Arthur, who took the pill from Dom’s hand and dropped it into the coffee, taking a spoon and stirring the drink to dissolve the pill, once he was certain he placed the spoon on the trolley and stood up, holding the coffee and strolled over to Y/N, placing it in front of her.

Y/N, who was engrossed in Hamlet, gasped and jumped at the little noise the cup made, she lowered her book and stared at the cup in front of her, blinking as she followed Arthur’s arm up to his charming grin.

“Hello Again!” she smiled at him.

“Hey” he purred to her, Y/N felt her cheeks blush slightly as she felt his eyes on her “To make up for the one I ruined for you” Arthur hummed as he winked and turned to walk off.

“Thank you,” she said softly as he looked over his shoulder and moved back to Dom and Eames, who was slightly impressed at watching the effect Arthur had on Y/N, she blushed as she lifted the drink to her lips and started drinking, Arthur watched her as he sat down, waiting for the pill to take effect.

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Y/N heard a distant call of seagulls and the feel of the cool, but warm, breeze brush past her, letting her Y/H/C tickle her neck, she opened her eyes to be greeted with a spotlessly clean room, which was majorly white and with little silver accents, she sat up to realize she was in a bed, a huge king-sized bed, an extremely soft mattress too, she ran her hand over the sheets which covered her, soft silk sheets which caressed her skin and felt nice against her cotton pyjama shorts and a thin tank top.

The young woman was overcome with confusion for a second, everything disorientated her, she climbed out of the bed and felt a soft fluffy rug which tickled her feet, but Y/N didn’t stop to admire the rug as she walked over to the balcony, drifting through the chiffon curtains which covered the open French doors, placing her hands on the railing and looking at the view which greeted her, a huge outdoor pool with lounge chairs and a bar, which had a handful of children darting about and laughing as their parents chuckled and talked to those around them, behind that was a crystal blue ocean with yachts and snow-white clouds, she was so caught up with the view that she didn’t notice Arthur coming out of the En-suite, Arthur was expecting to find her in the bed, frowning in confusion when he didn’t see her, so he walked further into the room, spotting her figure on the balcony.

“Morning” he called, Y/N gasped and turned around to see his figure but not clearly, so she gingerly walked back into the room, looking at Arthur, he seemed familiar to her, but she couldn’t pin where from, He was wearing tracksuit trousers and no top, showing his muscular figure, his hair was slightly damp, as if he’d had a shower.

“Hello?” she said in a small voice, Arthur chuckled and started to slowly walk over to her.

“I thought you’d be asleep,” he told her “After all the wedding planning, and the wedding itself, you’re allowed to rest” Y/N frowned in confusion “Remember what we said?”

“Not really…” she trailed off as Arthur reached her and wrapped his arms around her waist, Y/N blushed at the closeness.

“We’re Husband and Wife, and if one of us isn’t up for it, then the other takes care of the other” he said tenderly in her ear as he pulled back, Y/N placed her left hand on his bare chest and frowned softly as she looked at her hand, on her ring finger there were two rings, one engagement ring, simple yet elegant, and a silver wedding band, Arthur took her hand in his, revealing a matching ring, and lifted her hand to his lips, gently pressing a kiss on her fingers.

Wedding… Matching rings… Fancy Hotel Suite, Honeymoon! She smiled as he lowered her hand to her side and brushed her soft Y/H/C hair behind her ear.

“Don’t worry” she said softly “I’m fine.”

“Your friends warned me ‘Arthur, take care of her’!” Arthur chuckled as Y/N walked over to the cream leather sofa and sat down in her Pyjamas.

“They aren’t here” Y/N smiled as she looked at him, her mind still fuzzy, but it felt like it was fading, Arthur walked over and sat on the sofa, gingerly placing an arm around her shoulders.

“Wanna go to the pool?” he purred into her ear, Y/N bit her lip and nodded.

“Just let me get ready,” she told him as she stood up.

“I’ll get ready and save some lounge chairs,” Arthur said as he watched her walk into the bathroom.

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