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Arthur shoots himself in the head in his childhood dining room, wakes up in a cold sweat.
"What the fuck?" he asks, rising up from his chair to glare at Eames, pulling out his own line.
"My mistake, love," Eames says, apologetic, but Arthur can see it, he's not sorry at all.
"You had no right," Arthur says, pulling his gun. Everyone else around them stiffens, freezing in place. Eames, the bastard, smiles and shrugs.
Arthur's finger trembles on the trigger before he stalks out of their shitty offices. He quits the job the next day.
The truth is, his mother is dead. But he remembers her kitchen, their dining room. Eames had conjured it up perfectly, somehow dredging up the details, letting Arthur fill the space. He hates how unguarded he had been back then, hair-trigger anger, letting everything get to him.
Now, he watches as Eames picks the lock on the backdoor of his old house. The paint is new, some awful yellow color Arthur flinches at, but the bones are the same. Eames is wearing a hideous pink shirt, stooping down to door level.
Arthur smokes his cigarette and waits against the railing. The family is on vacation in Greece, and it isn't like they anticipated two ex-military thieves breaking in over spring break. The lock takes Eames a matter of minutes, despite the alarm, and Arthur sits at the same dining table.
"Scratching the itch?" Eames asks, plucking the cigarette from Arthur's mouth and putting it to his. Arthur glares, but only partly.
He looks around at his former home, the mundane, ordinary paraphernalia, the clock he used to watch during dinner. Arthur takes a breath in, the unfamiliar smell of a new family, and nods.
Eames pulls his gun out from his waistband, sets it on the table, and sits next to him. Arthur leans in, lets Eames put an arm around his shoulder.
"If you want to aim that at me, for old times' sake, I'll understand."
Arthur laughs, caught by surprise. He shakes his head and picks up the gun, looking at it. It's Eames's favorite, this old marbled thing with etchings on it that Arthur can't decipher. It has character, Eames insists. Arthur thinks it has shit recoil, but that's neither here nor there.
"No, I think I got that out of my system a couple years ago."
Eames laughs privately, this soft thing, and Arthur can feel it. "Good to know, darling. Good to know."
Arthur relaxes into him, lets the time pass.
#smoking a j rn watching ava pouring one out for u arthur#arthureames#dreamhusbands#arthur x eames#arthur/eames#inception#fic#my fic#does this have a plot? no! i just like the idea of pointing a gun at someone u love
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“I am going to be so normal about this,” I say, as if I don’t know I’ve abandoned normal 3 hyperfixations ago.
#fandom#hyperfixation#buddie#kinnporsche#mileapo#stucky#lizler#merthur#brudick#robron#stendan#captain swan#viggorli#arthur/eames#cherik#johnlock#clexa#phan#mh#fh
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okay I KNOW this meme is old but it materialized in my mind the moment I saw this photo, so I decided to make that everyone else’s problem
#arthur x eames#arthur/eames#dream husbands#dreamhusbands#inception#arthur#eames#dom cobb#live slug reaction#it's not old it's vintage#ya local trash goblin back at it with the memes
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arthureames university au.
they live in dorms. they are roommates. arthur wants to graduate summa cum laude. eames wants to have sex with his roommate. these are both very difficult goals to achieve.
eames is majoring in anthropology and minoring in sociology
all of his electives are languages
arthur is majoring in something awful like finance or business
or perhaps Computer Information Systems which is apparently something that exists
arthur assumes eames is a slacker because he's always lounging around their dorm but eames has a 4.0 gpa
eames assumes lots of things about arthur every single day and he tells arthur about each and every one of them
which is annoying not only because it's hard to study with eames yapping in his ear but also because eames is always correct
eames makes it a personal goal to sleep with arthur before arthur graduates (he is set to graduate two years early)
arthur of course decides to kiss eames the moment his commencement ceremony is over
but really. the guy was taking like 8 courses a semester. how was he supposed to have a sex life in those conditions
arthur liked eames from day 1 but he actively chose not to because if he started sleeping with his roommate he would never get anything done
eames meanwhile flirts with arthur for an entire semester before realizing he genuinely has a crush on the guy
shortly after moving in with each other, eames makes some off-hand reference to some obscure art movement, effortlessly and correctly relating it to a book he read recently
arthur nearly breaks his pencil from the strain of not walking over, sitting on eames' lap, and tearing his clothes off
eames thinks arthur hates him but the truth is that arthur is shoving his feelings down so hard that the man is vibrating on a constant basis
#to think this au started with me just thinking This Arthur With This Eames#i spiralled#more oblivious eames in fics please#inception#arthur and eames#arthureames#arthur/eames#eathur#dream husbands#arthur#eames
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Eames doesn’t look like he’s sorry. He puts his cigarette out in a long-dead potted plant on the windowsill, blind, almost knocking it over. “Tell me the truth, Arthur – how bloody long?”
“Nine years,” Arthur says flatly. Because why the hell not, at this point.
Eames stares, and stares. Arthur looks away.
He knows what he must look like – face puffy from sleep, hair a fucking mess, bangs curling over his forehead in clothes that are too big, wildly unprofessional. For six years Eames has been angling for a casual fuck and Arthur’s been nursing the open wound of loving him like a fucking teenager with a crush – it’s pathetic. The indignity is astonishing.
“Nine years,” Eames echoes, after a long time. “And I was – with you.”
the dry sand of daylight by @andthepeople (spqr)
#arthureams#arthur/eames#arthur inception#eames inception#inception#pls y'all the fic is so good go read it#broke me down and remade me#might also be bc i can not physically be normal about this movie#but either way#GO READ#soph arts#id in alt text
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Babes let’s hear your theories as to how Arthur and Eames broke up the first time!! This is under the impression that during the movie they’re bitter exes who obviously still love each other and always will!! I have read fics galore and there are so many headcanons but let’s hear them again please!!!
#I love my babies#the original boys#arthur inception#arthur/eames#arthur#arthur and eames#arthur x eames#eames inception#eames#inception#dreamhusbands#dream husbands
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MORE INCEPTION TEXTPOSTS FOR THE PEOPLE
#inception#arthur/eames#arthur x eames#dream husbands#bastardized found family#i love these characters too much#kocasoda cabaret
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Arthur Eames
Hi everyone! Just recently watched Inception again and fell for the Arthur Eames ship almost immediately. (why didn't I a few years ago?!) Hopefully I'm not too late for the fandom and to meet some friends! Also looking for good fics recommendations xx
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how two 100% professional colleagues look at each other when they think noone can see them
#i tried to channel the smitten while making them look like People with Features#JGL be easy to draw challenge#inception#inception 2010#inception fanart#my art#art#digital art#procreate#sketch#drawing#arthur#arthur inception#eames#eames inception#eames fanart#arthur fanart#dreamhusbands#arthur/eames#arthur x eames#inceptionart#inception art#tom hardy#joseph gordon levitt
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i think my favorite arthureames moments are the ones that are private. of course, i love "you mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger darling," because how could i not, but i love the juxtaposition of the scenes in front of people and the ones where they're alone.
some of the scenes where it shows that they care about each other, genuinely care, are when they're mostly private. arthur screaming, frantically, checking if eames is alright when they get attacked. eames expressing concern for arthur, "security's gonna run you down hard," when they're talking to each other while everyone else is busy.
they snipe at each other in public, but privately, it's "darling," and "just be back before the kick," and "i will lead them on a merry chase." they have this language that other people don't see, or get to see, because it's just for them.
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An Unnamed Dream Husbands Comic, Page 1:
Happy Secret Saito @anduefex !!!
I hope you enjoy this wee comic, and there will be more to come (though I cannot guarantee how soon that will be).
Thank you so much to @secretsaito for hosting this lovely event!
#secret saito#secret saito 2023#the pairings list for you only said the word -pairings-#so I really hope you’re a dream husbands fan as I based this off of ur ao3#if not I am so so sorry and will remake u a gift that better suits u!#dream husbands#arthur/eames#arthur inception#eames inception#inception
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If they’re being so sweet, gentle and soft with each other, why am I the one who’s hit with all the feelings?
#fandom#mileapo#buddie#captain swan#kinnporsche#merthur#stucky#robron#phan#brudick#johnlock#stendan#bluebeard#keenler#byler#ronance#arthur/eames#cherik#mh#fh
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Dreamhusbands meme time
Bonus:
#inception#arthur x eames#arthur/eames#dream husbands#dreamhusbands#arthur#eames#ariadne#ya local trash goblin back at it with the memes
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Just remember, no matter how stressful the shift, there will always be Inception fanfiction afterwards
#this is true of any fanfiction but this is my post so I make the rules#inception#tis i#arthur/eames#saito/dom#ariadne#she just deserves the world#also like Arthur x anyone cause he’s got such great chemistry#Arthur/Ariadne
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Arthur's watch doesn't actually work. He checks the time on his phone, like most people these days. The watch was a gift from his late grandfather. It is elegant - a rich brown leather strap, cream watch face, gold detailing. No numbers.
Eames is as surprised as anyone to discover that the watch doesn't tell the correct time, and then realizes that he has inadvertently found out Arthur's real totem.
He's torn between not telling Arthur, because Arthur hasn't noticed that Eames has stolen his watch, and telling Arthur that it's a stupid totem, because it can be easily stolen.
In the end he snaps his own watch back on Arthur's wrist and goes back to his room.
It takes two hours and seventeen minutes before Arthur knocks on the door irritably.
"Give it back," Arthur says.
"You need a new totem," Eames replies, dangling the purloined timepiece from its strap.
"It's not my totem." Arthur retrieves it and gives Eames back his watch.
"Then why doesn't it tell the correct time?" Eames wonders if his supposition was wrong. He thought that the watch only tells the right time in a dream.
Arthur squints at him, like Eames is playing checkers in a poker game. "It tells the time where my family is."
Eames never once considered that Arthur has surviving relatives. Or a family of any sort. Somehow Arthur, in Eames' very rich imagination, sprang full-fledged and fully clad in a three-piece suit, like Artemis from Zeus.
"Huh." He files that away in the meticulously organized mental folder marked ARTHUR.
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Eames picks a hard candy out of Arthur's pocket and sucks on it - ooh, lemon - while the point man is putting up papers on the board. He's going to brief the team in ten minutes and Eames knows the job isn't one that requires their combined talents, but Ariadne asked it as a favor. She is the only other person in the world who Eames thinks is allowed to ask favors of Arthur.
Cobb can go to hell.
"Stealing my candy? That's low of you." Arthur doesn't even sound mad. He just looks disappointed.
Eames holds out a peace offering and winks.
Arthur narrows his eyes. "I don't want a Chupa Chup."
"Indulge me."
"I'll slur my words."
"I can present it. I know the stuff as much as you do, from all your mutterings and sketches."
Arthur takes the lollipop and rolls his eyes. "Don't fuck up the numbers." Then he gets to his chair and leans back in it, the lollipop swiftly unwrapped, and he closes his eyes to enjoy the sucker while the rest of the team saunter in.
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Arthur is a point-man, which means Arthur doesn't know what to do with himself unless he has a goal to aim for. He finds the concept of free time abhorrent, somehow, like it is a waste not to be working to achieve some distant target.
Eames despairs of him some days. (Months. Years.) They don't always keep in touch, but sometimes Eames gets this tingling sensation that Arthur's working himself to the bone once more, and with some deft questioning of his questionable contacts, he usually finds out that's the case. Sometimes he intervenes by popping in to drag Arthur out on a wild goose chase, sometimes he sabotages the job if he thinks it smells fishy, sometimes he lets Arthur do what he does so damn well and sends him tickets to a Greek island after.
But this time, Arthur drops off the face of the earth completely.
So of course Eames goes looking.
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Here's the thing: Eames knows that Arthur knows that Eames has a thing for him. Hard not to: Eames is very obvious about it.
And Arthur isn't all that subtle about letting Eames know that he's letting Eames bother and tease and make a nuisance of himself only because Arthur, at some level, enjoys it.
Eames finds Arthur in Winnipeg in the middle of a park, except Arthur is wearing a bright blue down jacket with a checkered scarf and he's drinking Starbucks - probably a simple mocha - and he's not Arthur, because the kids who are with him call him Uncle Levi, and Eames thinks he can't be more charmed in his entire life.
He takes a picture from his vantage point and goes back to his hotel, satisfied to have laid eyes on Arthur-who-is-Levi, and has room service.
Two minutes after midnight, he gets a phone call from Arthur.
"Delete whatever photo you took of my niece and nephew," Arthur says without preamble.
Eames hums, pretending to consider. "What do I get in exchange?" He can almost hear the frown on Arthur's handsome face, and smiles broadly.
After a while, Arthur asks, "What do you want?"
Eames wants to say, Everything you are willing to give me. He says, "Tell me if I'm good enough for you."
"Eames." Arthur sounds impatient and frustrated. "Eames, you idiot."
That's not a yes or a no. Eames takes out his poker chip and plays with it, the pad of his finger scraping along that smooth edge of the chip. Water running over stone, washing away its sharp edges.
Arthur's voice goes soft, but not shy. "Why do you fucking think I work so hard for? What you can do on instinct, I have to struggle to achieve in months."
Eames' smile grows. There it is. And he's found the chip in his token, that one bit that scratches the edge of his thumb. "Alright then. New Year's Eve, darling. You know where to find me."
#arthur/eames#inception#they are idiots but they are each other's idiots#ficlet#is there a point to this? no#arthur x eames
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