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roosterbox · 7 months

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October Almost-Drabbles 10/6: Bonfire

Pairing: Arthur/Eames (with a dash of Yusuf/Ariadne)

Word Count: 708

Additional tags: Teenage AU, only slightly fluffy, awkward crushes, not actually unrequited love

I swear, these ficlets just keep getting longer. If this trend continues, I’m gonna have to start putting them under a cut, lol.

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Sitting around the fire, watching Eames gesticulate throughout his story, Arthur wondered for the dozenth time what kissing him would be like. He was only slightly ashamed to say that he was more captivated by Eames’ lips than he was by his words. So much so that he only realized the tale was finished by the applause of the others around him. He dutifully joined in, hoping they wouldn’t ask him any plot-related questions about it. At this point, only Ariadne knew about his little (aka massive) crush, and he wasn’t exactly keen to tell everyone else. Least of all Eames himself.

“What did you think, Arthur?” Eames asked.

Damn.

“It was… interesting.” Arthur answered lamely. He hoped that would suffice. From Eames’ raised eyebrow, he knew that hope was dashed.

“‘Interesting?’ Such a ringing endorsement. What was your favorite part, then?”

Arthur could feel several pairs of eyes on him. His face felt hot, but at least the light of the fire helped disguise his flushed cheeks. “The, um-“ Think, Arthur, think! And don’t lie; you’re terrible at it! “-the way you tell it.” Eames opened his mouth to reply, but Arthur continued. “The way you tell stories is… really cool. The way you talk, and move your hands. Sometimes I feel like I could listen to you read the phone book and still be entertained.”

The other boy seemed slightly flustered by this. “Ah, well…” he shrugged and scratched at his shorn hair. “I’ve always had a flair for the dramatic, you know.”

“Trust me Eames, we definitely know.” Dom wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Now come on. I need a hand to help me grab the other cooler out of my truck.”

As he watched them walk back to the cars, Arthur felt a puff of breath against his ear.

“You weren’t actually listening, were you?” Ariadne whispered. He shook his head, eyes still on Eames. “Are you gonna say something to him?” Another head shake. Eames looked back at them. He smiled and waved; Arthur waved back.

Ari let out a groan of frustration. “Pathetic. I’m gonna be a grandma before any real action happens.”

“At least your dress sense won’t change.”

She smacked him. “Asshole,” said with a smile before she headed back over to sit with Yusuf. Her boyfriend kissed her cheek and then handed her a burger. Arthur moved to sit on the other side of the fire, across from them. His own burger was still a bit warm, to his surprise. He took a couple bites, but found that he wasn’t all that hungry.

Someone plopped down on the bench next to him.

“Alright if I sit here?” Eames asked. Arthur coughed, and swallowed his mouthful of food. Probably should have chewed it a bit more, but he got it down.

“Sure,” he smiled, and hoped it wasn’t too awkward-looking. Eames smiled back, so… mission accomplished?

Their attention was quickly drawn back to the fire. To Mal, standing before it, gearing up to tell her own spooky tale. Like Eames, she too had a certain flair for the dramatic, and Arthur couldn’t help but be entranced.

A few minutes into the story, Arthur felt a weight on his knee. Eames’ hand. Just sitting there, not grabbing. A gentle touch. Perhaps hesitant. Mentally, Arthur was panicking a bit. What should I do? What does this mean? Should I do anything? Does he actually like me?

Eames was still watching Mal, quite oblivious to Arthur’s inner back-and-forth. He kept his hand right where it was, as if this was just a Thing they did all the time. But soon, all too soon, Arthur felt the weight ease up. The hand was rising. Does he think I’m uncomfortable? Wait, of course he does - I haven’t reacted at all!

Despite his nerves, despite his slightly shaking hands, Arthur covered Eames’ hand with his own, bringing both back down to his knee. He gave it a squeeze. Neither said anything, but Arthur saw Eames turn towards him in his peripheral vision. The other boy’s brilliant smile calmed something in Arthur’s wildly beating heart, and they settled in, legs pressed close together, listening to Mal weave a ghost story neither would remember after tonight.

#October drabbles #dreamhusbands #arthur x eames #teenager AU #Arthur is nervous and in love #eames is also nervous and in love #but this is only Arthur’s POV #so shhhhh #lol

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the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf · 8 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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darkisrising · 2 months

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The Man for the Job, by DarkIsRising (Inception)

New fic! New fandom! Party like it's 2010

The Man for the Job (4117 words) by DarkIsRising Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Inception (2010) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Arthur/Eames (Inception) Characters: Ariadne (Inception), Yusuf (Inception) Additional Tags: Post-Inception, Exhaustion, POV Eames (Inception), Pining Summary: “Kindly fuck off, will you, Arthur?” he’d asked, the lazy slope of his words masquerading the sudden heat of his anger which is no less diminished for the time and distance he’d intentionally put between them. Arthur might not be the man himself, but he’d been Cobb-by-proxy for long enough that the two are indelibly linked in Eames’ subconscious. “You’re blocking the light.” “Mr. Eames,” Arthur had huffed, throat glistening with sweat above the uncompromising knot of his aubergine tie. “Oh, fine,” Eames had acquiesced, swinging his bare legs around so that he could sit, the lounger parting from his skin with sticky reluctance, ”but only because you’re so pretty when you beg.” (aka, the one where the team--minus Cobb--is back together and Arthur is very clearly Not Okay)

#darkisrising fic #inception #dream husbands #arthureames

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smileyfacemojisworld · 26 days

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Ever After Middle School

Aka EAM(Past AU)

Credits for the ff idea to @stealeroflemons, tysssm4ur motivation❤️

Apple White’s POV:

I flipped my silky, blonde hair and strutted out of my million-dollar limousine, taking a sip of my caramel apple Hocus Pocus latte with nutmeg. I grinned my perfectly-practiced smile at the enchanted, staring strangers and went up to my Best Friend Forever After, Briar Beauty, who just came back from some early shopping.

“Happily Ever After High Briar! What a coincidence that we arrived at the same time, a perfect start to a perfect new year! I’m so fairy hexcited for Middle School, aren’t you?”

Briar removed her sunglasses and placed them on her head, “Well, I’m more hexcited about the Welcome Party! I’m so going to sign up in the Party Planning Committee, I’ll probably ask Melody Piper to do it together with me.”

I was about to respond when a loud voice interrupted me from afar, “This is Blondielocks coming to you Live from the one and only, Ever After Middle School! The day hasn’t even begun yet, and drama is already happening! Stay tuned to find out more, in my mirror cast blog!”

Briar grabbed my hand and dragged me to the voice, where we found our friend, Blondie, who was standing outside of a sort of mysterious “green portal”, hastily backing away from it as 4 people tumbled out of it.

There was a middle-aged man, who had bushy eyebrows, blue eyes, bunny-rabbit teeth, “brown-tea-coloured” frizzy hair, a layered, ruffled, colourfully patterned outfit with a hat larger than his head!

The other three were about my age, there was a girl who had “turquoise and purple-coloured” hair with a tiny “teacup-shaped hat” that had a mouse poking out of it and a extravagant layered skirt.

Another girl had wavy, lavender-coloured hair that was tied up into two cute ponytails, mischievous cat-eyes, nails so sharp they look like claws and teeth as perfect as Daring’s.

The last one caught my eyes the most. She had a red heart painted on her right eye, hair as dark as ebony with blood-red highlights, the most fashionable outfit Ever After and a gold crown headpiece with ruby-red stones bejewelled upon it.

I stared at them in awe but stopped myself. “How rude of me”, I chided myself scornfully.

As Blondie kept on trying to get an interview from the girl with the pet mouse, her persistence led to nothing, as all she spoke was gibberish.

“It’s like she’s speaking in another language we can’t understand!”, Blondie exclaims, fascinated.

As I spotted another one of my good friends, Ashlynn Ella, I pulled her to my side, asking her what happened, as she was here before me. However, the new Headmistress came along and tried to take matters into her own hands.

~Chapter 1 Ends~

AAAAAAAAAA OMGGG I FINALLY DID IT

Plsss comment and leave reviews (constructive criticism)

Hmmm I wonder who THEY were hmmm

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justlikethatonecommunityepisode · 1 month

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i do not have more art but i do have some incorrect quotes from a generator i found amusing

heres some that just plain made me giggle

And here are some more but w my commentary

This above one. REAL. I feel like this one is pretty in character

This above one. I FEEL LIKE ITS LIKE SO MANY FICS CUZ THERES SO MANY FICS WHERE THEY DONT LABEL THEIR RELATIONSHIP 😭😭😭 YKNOW

THIS ONE. OH MY GOD. THIS ONE I CAN HEAR.

OHHH WHEN I HEAR THIS AUDIO IM LIKE wow thats so arthur and eames IT CAME TRUE

i love this genre of fics. me when they fall in love by being the best duo in dreamshare

THIS ONE JUMPSCARED ME. OH MY GOD????? INCEPTION INCEPTION.

Eames said darling

arthur has sleeping problems

conclusion. in character. loyu approved.

Every arthur and eames kid fic ever

A FIC W EAMES POV. ALWAYS THIS. ALWAYS.

#inception #arthur inception #eames inception #arthur x eames

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liminalmemories21 · 6 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

tagged by @rmd-writes. Thank you!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

31 (apparently? seriously? it doesn't feel like that many)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

451,541 - which is an oddly pleasing number.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

911 Lonestar

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Long Story Short (5 Ways Carlos's Family Could Have Met TK + 1 he met TK's)

a home isn't always the house we live in (Judd's POV on TK and Carlos)

It came without ribbons! It came without tags! It came without packages, boxes, or bags! (Christmas (and Hanukkah) fic)

Always Wear Your Invisible Crown (high school reunion fic - also one of the only stories I've ever written from TK's POV)

When the sun came up you were looking at me (S2 Interstitials)

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

I love comments, and I try hard to respond to all of them.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't think I've written anything with an ambiguous ending, or an angsty ending. Although @wtfuckevenknows says the end of Knave 3 made her cry (it has a happy ending, I promise. But, apparently it's happy with a side of emotion?)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of them. No really. All of them.

I guess maybe It came without ribbons! It came without tags! It came without packages, boxes, or bags! has the schmoopiest ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Only once so far. [fingers crossed, knock on wood] Not looking forward to more.

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

Yes. It took a while, but I got there.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I haven't ever written a crossover! I do kind of want to do a 911/Lonestar crossover, but that is just so many characters.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I'm aware

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

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

Not a posted one. I have co-written with a friend before for The Old Guard, but we never actually finished and posted it.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Nope, nope, nope. I have been around waaaay too long to pick a favorite. I can give you a historical selection.

Fraser/Ray K (Due South), McKay/Sheppard (SGA), Arthur/Merlin (Merlin), Arthur/Eames (Inception), Buck/Eddie (911), TK/Carlos (Lonestar), and a lot of others unnamed

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

a bunch of them. I do tend to cannibalize though, and bits of abandoned fics end up in other places.

16. What are your writing strengths?

dialogue? descriptions of internal emotional processing (?) someone else tell me.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm going to say plot, and you are all going to laugh at me after 150K of Knave-verse. But, honestly, plot.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've included words here and there of Spanish, but it's not one of my languages so I'm always hesitant to try and be colloquial.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Published? Lonestar. Unpublished? Merlin

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Knave 2 (The Knave of Hearts . . . he said he'd steal no more). I think that's easily the best thing I've ever written.

tagging @freneticfloetry, @cha-melodius, @bonheur-cafe, and @carlos-in-glasses in return

#asked and answered

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aeldws · 9 months

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Welcome to Week 5 of AELDWS 2023!

Prompt: Scheme

Genre: Outsider POV

Word Count: between 400 and 450 words, inclusive

All drabbles are due by Tuesday, August 1 @ 7PM EDT (click here for your time zone!).

Please submit your drabbles in the body of an email to aeldws @ gmail . com with the following subject line and completed header:

Subject line: Week 5 - [Username]

Title:

Author:

Warnings: [please make sure to include any potential triggers here!]

Summary:

Author names will be removed before posting and revealed after voting has closed.

Reminder: Any drabbles that do not adhere to the prompt, genre, word count, deadline, or Arthur/Eames requirement will be eliminated from the challenge according to the mods’ discretion. Mods will be using https://wordcounter.net for word counts.

If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to send us an email, ask, or message!

Authors tagged under the cut:

@killym, @stormofsharpthings

#aeldws2023 #weekly prompt #week 5 prompt #week 5

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mister-eames · 9 months

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A pet peeve of mine is people genuinely thinking arthur has no imagination! Don’t people realise eames said that in a moment of pettiness since he was still bitter over the fact arthur chose Cobb over him ???

Aw, I totally understand. To be fair, I think that was definitely something very early fanon latched onto and Arthur definitely has gotten more credit and nuanced takes over the years.

It's interesting because I think that whole 'imagination' scene could be interpreted in so many ways (all of which are valid bc we can build our castles out of given breadcrumbs). Maybe Eames in one way is bitter (exes scenario). Maybe he's just got a big fat heartboner and has been trying to hide it and is long-distance pigtail pulling (getting together scenario). One of the ways I like to look at that whole conversation is that of Eames pretending so hard not to like Arthur, with the whole 'stick-in-the-mud', 'no imagination' jabs, to hide his big gay feelings and Cobb seeing right through the deflection and pandering to Eames' ego, 'not like you'.

Like, Cobb is going through Stuff but he isn't remotely fooled. He even has a knowing smirk on his face in that scene. They both truly know that Arthur has imagination, I mean, you have to in order to succeed in dreamshare, to be passionate about it, it's practically a prerequisite. The difference with Arthur specifically, as JGL says, is that it's his literal job to reign in the creativity of everyone else to make the dream something workable, something viable - not that he hasn't any himself. Figuratively speaking, Arthur knows how to throw a great party - it's just that he's gotta be the one to set the curfew and cut people off drinks at said party, so to speak.

#something that always tickles me is that scene where arthur is leaning back on his chair #yes its to illustrate the kick to the audience #but its also such a choice about his character #he is so UNREFINED #dressed in a three piece and behaving like a school boy #and what i mean by that when i bring it up is this #all these characters say one thing about themselves and each other and mean something else entirely #layers upon layers upon layers #eames says no imagination #what he means is don't look at me when we talk about arthur also you need me to be near arthur we complement each other #all double speak #silly boys #one day I'm going to write a Cobb POV for these two

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silverskye13 · 1 year

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For the writer ask meme: 🎀 and🎈!

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

Ahhhhhhhhhh my one weakness, recognizing my own achievements as something worthy of pride!

Oh man this isn't supposed to be this hard I know I have good things to say.

Uhm.

The description of the south side of hels was really good and I was really proud of it. It painted a vivid picture of what I was imagining in my head and I think I pulled it off well.

🎈describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?

Oh jeez. Writing style is? Stream of consciousness I guess? It focuses a lot on the MC's inner monologue and thoughts. It's taken a lot of inspiration from authors like T Kingfisher, Nicholas Eames and Wayne Thomas Batson.

It definitely changes. One of my favorite things to do for different fics is to choose a voice and see how well I can stick to it, often using the first chapter as a proof of concept / vignette to reference later. In Hell-Raising it was the southern accent/western flair. In RnS it's the (way Tanguish has an explicit thought pattern outlines in parenthesis) [and if I do a POV switch to Helsknight, his is going in brackets because that sounds fun to me]. But yeah, stuff like that. Mostly just testing the waters for how well I can differentiate stories using word choice specifically. It's a fun experiment! I recommend it if you do a lot of writing.

Real Fic Writer Ask Meme

#real fic writer asks #answering asks #beanboop

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the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf · 9 months

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You're waiting for a train... (8)

A Son's First Hero; A Daughter's First Love

Robert Fischer x reader

description - Y/n's conversation with Robert is filled with more reality than should be in their dream.

word count - 3k

warnings - self-harm, physical violence (fake), tears, shitty parents, Robert Fischer's trauma.

a/n - so sorry this part is so late but I wanted it to be perfect so I've been working on it lot's and now I'm really happy with it!

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I furiously wiped away the unforgiving tears. Fearing my weakness would be obvious to those around me. I had to pull myself together and set out on the task at hand. Dad said Fischer would remember me but, in your dreams…well…anything’s possible.

“Eames. I need some help.” I pulled myself up onto the table where he was busy working. He looked up at my cheeky face, already excited for whatever idea spilled out of my mouth.

“Is that so?”

“I want to show my dad that I can do this.” I spoke.

“You know you don’t have to.” His voice gave away a sympathetic lilt. But my sincerity lingering in my eyes made him abandon his qualms about my well-being. Instead, he braced himself for the details of my plan.

“We both know that he may be the one dreaming, but we control the visual.” He smirked, sensing my direction. “Yes, he saw my face. But maybe, for this moment, we could just…alter it?”

“Ah, come with me my young Picasso.” He led me to a three paned mirror he’d set up on a rickety desk which would give way at the slightest touch. He firmly pressed my shoulders down into the even flimsier desk chair. “Let me teach you the art of disguise.”

“So, he won’t recognise me at all?” I managed to whisper out. And grasped the hand heading for my face.

Eames smiled down at me and squeezed my hand in a gesture designed to evoke a feeling of security. “We’re not changing your whole face, just mushing it up.” He spoke. “It’s like when you see a face in a dream; you know it’s a face, but you can’t quite make out the features.”

“Like a silhouette.” I softly agreed. My mind flitted back to the man from my own dream. How his indiscernible features had subtly begun to meld, and I already felt their final product. His eyes were now as familiar to me as ever.

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*Eames pov*

I’d offered Y/n time to psych herself up for her next role in this so-called game. She couldn’t ever throw herself in, she required prep and time to create her character which would be placed into the subjects story. But as I walked away, I chanced a glance at her form which had simply walked into the room, no character necessary.

But I needn’t dwell on it for too long; I trusted Y/n. Speaking of which my firm walk was directed towards a certain leader who I needed a few words with.

Cobb and Ariadne stood locked in thought. Cobb fiddled with an object out of sight, but his hunched shoulders betrayed his nerves. If he had been stood to my liking, he would have been destroyed in the corner sobbing his little heart out. I approached from behind, a droll cough announcing my presence and more importantly, my desire to talk.

“May we have a moment, my darling.” I shot a smile Ariadne’s way. She responded to the over-enthused expression by retreating quickly. Cobb did not meet my gaze which had tracked on to him. He grasped his object even tighter with each new hand placement. He clearly already knew the topic and could feel my reaction.

“You have some nerve.” I spat.

“She nearly put this whole mission in je—” He defended with a surprising amount of conviction.

“No don’t give me that!” I fumed at his official attitude. Scoffing at his apparent corporate nature. “She made a mistake. We’ve all made them.” I tilted my head towards him in an unspoken statement. “But for some reason she is held to a higher standard than us all.”

His mouth opened in silent argument, but his false words would give away no sound. I went to turn, feeling my anger was misplaced due to the severity of this mission. For Cobb and Y/n. But I just couldn’t. I came back and leaned in further so I could attempt to meet him face to face.

“It’s all well and good you accusing her of being a child, but don’t you forget that she entered into our world a child.” My voice kept its hushed tones, but the severity seeped through it. “Whether it was her choice or not, you still let her do it.” My finger was shoved into his face, and he minutely flinched at this. I calmed myself, feeling relieved at releasing that before we continued on this mission. My head hung low when even I felt the sincerity of my words. I loved Y/n like she was my own sister, but I couldn’t deny how sick I felt when she was here with us. And now with this new revelation, I feared that Cobb, Arthur, and my self’s efforts at protection would not be enough.

I now leaned against the table, complimenting Cobb who had ignored his object in favour of supporting his hunched frame on the desk. I broke the tense silence between us.

“Do you know why she liked talking to Fischer and didn’t immediately run off.”

“Please enlighten me to the inner thoughts of my daughter.” Cobb huffed out in severe annoyance.

I took a beat, almost relishing in his cocky attitude.

“Because for once she wasn’t in the shadows anymore.” I stormed off away from the man in shameful realisation.

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*your pov*

I had placed myself centrally in the door frame, staring unforgivingly at the locked steel door. Breathing was tricky in my emotional state but the little gasps every so often at least confirmed the living state of my body. I’d altered my clothes to seem more faded and dishevelled. Cuts and bruises adorned my body, but I had forgone the use of the dreams mechanics to create that specific look on my skin. My nails still had specs of my blood underneath from where I’d dragged them down my smooth skin. Feeling pain on my unblemished skin in this fake reality spurred on my adrenaline. The lack of numbness would work in my favour. There was something about squeezing into my flesh until it speckled with purple and blue which tricked my mind into believing this reality. Then maybe I could believe what was about to happen.

Footsteps clacked up to my frame, and I turned to see Arthur, adorned like a true criminal. Gun cocked, mask prepped. I couldn’t help but bite my lip seeing his body constrained in that that dusky brown leather. My mind was flipped back to our first solo mission and the memory of embracing him and feeling that jacket beneath my fingertips. He had delivered a swift kiss to my hairline but had left in another second hoping it would slip my mind.

His hand reached to clasp my forearm, but he faltered. His eyes instead met the side of my head and eventually his lack of movement confused me so I turned to see what was the issue. His face spoke a thousand words yet his lips delivered none of them. He eventually decided upon a few.

“You don’t have to do this.” I understood the hidden end of his sentence. We both knew it was more than the simple task at hand.

“I know. But I do.” I assured him with a little smile. Hoping it would convey enough normalcy to calm his nerves. He once again took my arm and I slightly winced at the contact. His steely gaze landed on our point of contact and look of regret spilled over his features as his thumb lightly traced my skin. His hand landed on the look but before he could turn it another though bubbled up.

“Are you okay?” He looked up at me piercing through his gaze.

“Yes.” I firmly said with a softer edge. “Do you trust me?” I teased but there was a slant of sincerity within it.

“Forever.” He stated and he punctuated the end by ripping open the door, mask on, and dragging me inside.

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“Thought we’d bring you a little treat.” Arthur grunted out through his fake voice. I stumbled alongside upping the part of the damsel. The act was tied up through a calculated throw to the ground and a well-timed yelp from me. As soon as my body crashed with the floor, Robert scrambled towards me and lifted me up. We found ourselves in a position we’d been in many times before. As he took my hands to gently place me in a more comfortable position, I finally let my eyes flit up to his. But once our gazes locked a flicker of familiarity danced across his features.

My heart dropped.

The flicker burned out.

“Miss, are you okay?” He looked over my body. Took in my tattered clothes, my physical anxiety. As he landed on my various cuts and bruises, his expression darkened. It confused me to see him as he brushed his fingers over my injuries. As if willing them away with a darkened anger bubbling up. His conclusion of who I was settled on his soul.

“Yes, I’m fine.” I stuttered out. “Well, as fine as I can be.” Laying it on thick. I added a few extra shakes to the mix but he mistook this for me being cold. He quickly ripped off his jacket and softly wrapped me in it. The gesture floored me where I forgot my character as I sunk into the fabric and let my head fall to my shoulder to breathe in the unique scent.

“Why have they taken you?” Okay good, he has already assumed I’m a fellow victim.

“They’ve had me for months.” I whispered out as if trying to evade my captors wrath. “I was taken because of my father’s debt.” His face fell at the mention of my father, sensing a shared trauma between the two.

“Turns out I’m not even worth ransom.” I spluttered out a laugh amongst my crocodile tears. Seeing this he brought up his hand to wipe them away, not bearing to see me in pain.

“They could’ve killed me. They probably should’ve.” I said. “I guess they just like something pretty to look at.” My head hung. “That’s all I am; to my colleagues, to men,” My breath caught in my throat. “and to my father.” The lump in my throat dropped and I managed to muster up a sympathetic sob. Upon hearing this he carefully gathered me in his arms. Instead of waiting for permission or fearing consequences; he sensed what I needed and had relished in giving me it. I let off a few minutes to fulfil my tears and let them drip onto his shirt. But as I lay in his arms I could no longer differentiate anymore and struggled to decide whether I was lying or not.

I pulled away when I felt dried out. I giggled at the wet patch that had formed on his chest.

“I am very sorry.” I continued laughing, pointing at his shirt. He laughed once he looked down and noticed. “I dread to think how much it cost.”

“It was sacrificed for a worthy cause.” He cupped my cheek and felt the dried up tear tracks.

“It’s nice to talk to someone for once.” I spoke.

“Really?” His face fell upon hearing this.

“Yeah, even before this I didn’t really have anyone.” I shook my head to wipe away his sympathy. “I worked for my dad, but I never really felt taken seriously. Like I was a part of it. Rather just a moveable doll to be used for whatever.” I giggled out at the almost lie I had forced myself to tell.

Robert chanced a look when I had let my eyes fall to the floor. His brow furrowed at the strain of taking in my various features which were so blurry. But it was something about my voice that struck a deeply hidden part of his mind. My dulcet tones had seemed to pierce our intricate layers.

“I feel like I know you.” My heart struck cold. And the most base bodily movement ceased. “You’ve been in my mind a lot recently.” I turned to face him. My lip trembled at the possible subtext of the words he was speaking. We seemed to be locked together for an eternity, neither feeling comfortable in pulling away.

“Anyways,” I brushed off his previous thoughts by trapping him with my dozy smile. Each time I smiled he became transfixed, and it was addicting. “Apparently you’re an old hand at the father stuff.”

He nodded his head through a teeth gritting smile.

“They talk a lot when they think I’m asleep.” I feebly gestured to the locked steel door. And I turned back to see the life had left his bones once he’d considered what I’d said.

“Well, his ability at business could not be faulted. Absolute inspiration and a hard-working and powerful individual. But in the father department, there was a lot to be desired.” He shifted his position so we were now turned to face one another, with our knees gently kissing.

“Growing up, seeing my dad like that was transcendent.” He laughed thinking back fondly. “He was a god.” His head fell. “but I didn’t want a god. I wanted my daddy.” His voice took on the note of child as if that desire had halted the ageing of his heart.

My fingers creeped toward him, betraying any logical strategy in my head, and I linked them together in a silent show of comfort. His eyes crinkled when our hands met and he spoke his thanks through a gentle squeeze.

“You know.” The words fell past my lips before I could stop. “Sometimes, I think my dad is afraid of how much I love him.” I waited until he looked at my face before continuing. “But I don’t know how to do anything else, because it’s all I’ve done for the past 5 years.” I smiled through the pain at how foolish I could be.

“If he truly doesn’t want me in my life.” I searched around the room to find the end of my comment. “Then I don’t know how to live like that.” I gasped out through an unconvincing laugh.

“My love is wasted on him,” Robert hooked on and decided to alleviate me by sharing some of his own. “It only serves to hurt me more.”

“I get that.” I offered him another smile and I was greeted with the sweetest relief of his own cheerful face, even if it is only for a moment. “But love is meant to hurt. It is only the deepest wounds which have the most lasting pain.” I spoke inwardly, forgetting the conversation I was supposed to be having.

“I don’t think I’m capable of love.” He shocked me back to him with this statement. My brow furrowed at the lifeless face he beheld. He met my concerned face. “Well, those are the traits you learn. You watch from a young age, your parents and their displays. I don’t think my parents ever gave me that.” I shuffled closer so our sides met. I hoped the proximity gave him comfort. I knew my next move but I doubted everything about it. Finally conceding I lifted my hand to grasp his chin, and tilted his face towards my own. And I met it with my other hand.

“I see your capability.” I began with a whispered tone. “I see it in your eyes.” My sincerity seeped even further through my disguise. “That longing desire to be loved that only comes when one has a great amount of love to offer.” Our lips were inches away and with a slight lean we would be locked in a kiss. My neck strained to go further but I had to stop. I was being risky enough as is it is.

“Maybe we both need to realise the burden of our love for our family.” Robert softly stated and as soon as those words hit my ear, the world stopped. We’d both felt it too. The tiny sparks dancing between each point where our bodies met.

The door was ripped open and Arthur stormed in. He grabbed my arms and began to drag me away. Robert firmly protested. Trying to run after despite the threat of being shot. He pleaded with them for my safety and as I was forcibly thrown out, I noticed something in his eyes. Something I’d seen before but never this intensely.

“just do what they say.” I spluttered out before I was safely behind the door with Arthur.

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Once Arthur had removed his mask, we both stood as I caught my breath from the stressful exit. He placed his hand on my shoulder in a bid to calm me down.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Yeah. Perfect.” I gasped out.

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Not hurt, or he didn’t –” His eyes ran over me during his uncertain questioning.

“No. Course not. All fine.” I half-way grinned up at him. We stood in silence, as Eames walked past all ready for his role as Browning. He opened the door and went in.

“I heard you in there.” He said through a small laugh.

“Oh really?” I tried to tease but my heart wasn’t fully in it.

“Yeah. It was a bit flowery, no? Bit poetic.” He laughed out. I joined in the humour but my eyes remained stoic.

“Yeah, I guess.” I became uncertain in my skin and my erratic hand movements betrayed this. “I don’t know he liked it.” I tried to show Arthur the humour behind my words and he seemed to buy it’s surface. After the laughter died out we walked back to the group. Despite the insincerity of our discussion, it felt like I had Arthur back. I liked it.

Once we reached the group, Dad immediately ran to meet us.

“Sweetheart, well done. Thank you for that—” He reached out for my arms but I never broke my stride and simply brushed past him. Arthur followed my lead.

Cobb was left standing aimless, before grasping his rejected hand into a tight fist.

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a/n - What do you guys think of the chapter? Is Arthur redeeming himself? What about Eames defending poor y/n? Are we liking Robert and y/n's interactions?

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ao3feed-arthureames · 1 year

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such a timeless flight

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by icarxs

Ariadne’s mother used to say that your twenties are a time for obsession; that the crucible of early adulthood makes friendships more intense than any love affair. She’s fairly sure her mother didn’t mean international jet-setting criminals, but she thinks she might be a bit in love with Arthur and Eames anyway.

Words: , Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Inception (2010)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Ariadne (Inception), Arthur (Inception), Eames (Inception), Dom Cobb, Mal Cobb, Yusuf (Inception), Saito (Inception)

Relationships: Ariadne & Arthur & Eames (Inception), Minor or Background Relationship(s), Arthur/Eames (Inception)

Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Missing Scene, Developing Friendships, POV Ariadne (Inception), Dreamsharing, excessive descriptions of clothing, Eames likes Elton John but does he know the words? no, Military Backstory, Arthur being a cunt (affectionate), Canon-typical dream suicide

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#fanfic #fics #Inception #Arthur x Eames #Arthur Eames #Arthur/Eames #ao3feed

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stridingseer · 7 months

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cant say i have any specific asks about inception ships but i am more than happy to hear you talk about rarepairs because there is simply not enough content here <3

Okay this uh, admittedly might get long (I am going to do this in point form for the sheer rambles). Very Long Thoughts Under the cut!!

Eames/Robert Fischer

One thing that keeps on swinging around to me every time I write them or read about them is this one constant theme, aka the idea of Identity.

Who is Robert supposed to be after the inception? How does he reconcile with breaking up his inheritance? Who is he outside of his father? Who is he besides being the son of Maurice Fischer?

For Eames, it's a bit funkier but Eames is a forger. His identity is anything that the job needs him to be. But then, who is he really? Is he a combination of his forges? Yes he plays a role for the others but what are his thoughts about it?

(I recently got a reply back from another writer for this ship that pointed out that Eames got to deal with the psychological aspect of the inception and I can't help but wonder: how does he feel about having to do this to Fischer in the first place?)

What happens post canon between these two is SUCH an oasis for writing ideas. Have them meet years later at a bar! Maybe Robert chooses to break up his empire and then go AWOL before running into Eames (maybe Eames steals his wallet for the THIRD FUCKING time, admittedly it'd be funny)

Similarly: what did Eames see at Fischer-Marrow while he was there? The two of them probably did meet which means the first meeting is one of infinite possibilities. I just love the idea of Eames introducing himself, calls Robert by Fischer, and then Robert corrects him to use his first name. (names as intimacy and trust!! NAMES AS INTIMACY AND TRUST)

I do have this headcanon that Eames also has like similar-esque issues as Robert which is why he's the one who more or less starts digging in from the angle of the father-son relationship. In a way it's him getting his own catharsis when Robert gets his but again, it can get really messy. It's also why he keeps on bringing it up. Anyways they both have family issues and they're foils your honor.

Would like to thank This Fic for getting me into the pairing though there are som Very Good Ones in the tag. I love them all dearly.

Anyways I have a cannibal + shapeshifter roadtrip fic in my drafts and it's actually an exploration on identity. And also a second person fic from Robert's POV that tackles his relationship w/ his father like my relationship with both of my parents. Consider it an alternative reading of sorts

Arthur/Dom Cobb

Basically they're inception's reasonable right hand man/mastermind who has Big Ideas (aka Rusty and Danny from Ocean's 11 though admittedly their dynamic is way different)

Read them as exes who can't leave each other alone and it suddenly becomes quite funny to watch the movie in that way. Cuz then it makes Arthur's constant :/ funnier but he's STILL hanging around.

I like the idea of the two of them living together to take care of Cobb's kids at the end of inception! Arthur comes to visit and ends up staying way longer. They are now common in laws.

And given his logical brain, if any of the kids needs him w/ history or math or geography, Arthur is There because his whole job

One thing that does rotate in my head is just the sheer loyalty that Arthur has for Cobb? Like the Fischer job goes wrong on the first layer in and he, like Eames, can say that he can voice that he's walking off the job. The Thing is his choice to Not to. Tiny thing but it speaks volumes. Also if they go to hotels, these two basically live together even on the job.

So Arthur 100% knew Mal which means that I imagine that it's Cobb who first dragged him into dreamsharing. I just like the idea of the three of them testing limits and whatnot (it's very Ocean's 11 in its parallels but it also gives more depth and food to think about. Of course Mal and Cobb get married and Arthur is not bitter about it, not at all)

I also raise you the idea of Eames calling Arthur a 'nanny' for watching over Cobb's kids. And then Eames gets called 'gold digger' for getting with Robert. Neither of them are wrong about it technically but it could be that it's a fun in joke/dig at each other.

MORE FICS ABOUT THEIR FIRST EXTRACTIONS TOGETHER AND WHATNOT!! There is so much food for thought about how they managed to find their place in their extraction world.

On a similar note: their first adventures in the dreamscape. Basically the question of 'how many times has Cobb shot Arthur to wake him up'.

#eli rambles #inception #robert fischer #eames inception #arthur inception #dom cobb #headcanons #there is So Much Brainrot in here #thank u so much for the ask :3c

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