#eames fanfic

[justrainandcoffee]

Snow & love (Eames x fem!oc)

It was going to be a magnificent Christmas day for Eames. He, his girlfriend Jasmine and his cat, Bes enjoying their first Christmas together alone.

The hotel wasn't just pet friendly but also had a beautiful view of the landscape around them.

Cuddling with Jas, after the struggles they lived to be together, sounded really good. And it was.

Christmas eve was beautiful and the night tehy shared too, but on Christmas' day...

Eames was sending texts to his friends when Jasmine's giggles caught his attention.

"Someone else found love," she said.

Frowning, he stood up to look through the window. Minutes ago, Bes his beautiful cat was playing around in the snow. But now she was kissing another cat big as she was.

"That's your son-in-law," Jasmine teased him, laughing and covering her mouth with her hand. "Merry Christmas, love."

It seemed that love also reached Bes that Christmas, no matter how Eames was thinking in that moment about the grey cat.

Eames masterlist

This is my last Christmas moodboard. Thanks for your support ❤️

[living-from-a-new-perspective]

Guys, I know, I KNOW this fandom is 15 years old. But if I said I wanted to write an Arthur/Eames hanahaki fic, would you be interested?

[xianjaneway]

Who needs someone to read their fanfic over Christmas break?

I'm a fast reader (over 700 wpm) & if you're craving comments & kudos, I'd love to read your stuff, & say nice things about your fics, to lift your spirits over the holidays.

NO CRITICISM unless you ask me for it.

I just know how hard the holidays are for a lot of people, & would like to make you smile. I'm not at the mental/emotional place where I can write my own fics yet, but I CAN encourage others. It's my spiritual gift, lol. (IYKYK)

Fandoms include (in no particular order):

Marvel, Star Trek, Good Omens, OFMD, James Bond, Wonder Woman, Superman, Batman, Sherlock, OUAT, Inception, Tenet, & some Star Wars (like Andor, though I'm willing to branch out).

Any rating, any pairing, & while I'd love it if they WEREN'T depressing, I'll read sad fics to make your day.

I also download fanfics to an audio reader, & listen to them while I work.

Ha, I've reached my tag limit for the first time, ever!

[the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf]

You're waiting for a train...

Robert Fischer x Cobbs Daughter!reader

*COMPLETED*

*This will follow the plot of the 2010 film 'Inception'*

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

*reader is 20*

a/n - welcome to my first multi-chapter fic and it is with a character from the talented Cillian Murphy! I watched Oppenheimer the other day, so I've been rewatching his filmography and I obviously came back to Inception. Inception is hands down my favourite film and I think it was this performance that put Cillian on the map as an actor of tremendous talent!

a/n 2 - each chapter will have it's own warnings but the general ones are SPOILERS! (also should there be a taglist for this?)

Series Word Count - 37k

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

"You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger darling."

A Leap of Faith

To Build Cathedrals

Meeting Your Mark

Painted Windmill

A Lesson in Planning

Conscience Makes Cowards of Us All

Damsel in Distress

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

Mr Charles and Miss Nobody

You Knew?

Go To Sleep, Miss Y/n

Couldn't Someone Have Dreamed of a Goddamn Beach?

Lies Are Weak Foundations

The Kick

Come Back To Reality

I Dreamed We’d Grow Old Together

[thestalwartheart]

WIP Whenever

Some Arthur x Eames for you this week. I've been chipping away at this to escape the pressures of real life (these boys have many, many more problems than me - it's very useful).

The thing is, they’ve fucked. Of course they’ve fucked.

Arthur met Eames when he was twenty-one, plucked fresh out of Dubya’s military and high off his own self-confidence. There was no way he was keeping his dick out of the equation. Not after he saw that fine SAS-issued t-shirt stretching across Eames’ overinflated tits.

(Eames’ words, not his.)

It was a good fuck. Fun. Cathartic. Necessary after that first run with a PASIV. The actual sex is mostly a blur to Arthur these days, but he can recall with vivid clarity Eames trying to psychoanalyse him beforehand.

“Christ, you’re keen. I bet the Army boys loved you.”

“Don’t ask, don’t tell, Eames.”

He only means it as a joke, but Eames’ hands slow. He plays with the tags around Arthur’s neck; those tags Arthur hates wearing, but that he’ll continue to wear doggedly for a year or two anyway.

“Darling.”

“Don’t,” says Arthur, grabbing for Eames’ belt. “I’m serious.”

“As am I.”

[abigbroombroomhelicopter]

Eames/Arthur fans, currently looking for a fic where Mal killed Arthur and they became shades in Dom's mind. And during one of Dom's work, Eames met Arthur and fell in love, not knowing that the real Arthur is dead in real life.

I think I've read it is livejournal but I'm not sure, I can't find it. I hope someone will remember.

[jayjay-thejet-plane]

dying without ur art king pls come back and feed us

o no… it hasnt even been very long yet! Yall got kinda spoiled with my speedy hangster art for a bit there but im truly very inconsistent, sometimes i draw fast and sometimes i draw slow ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I was sick for awhile and am working on a comic for a fundraiser for a family in Gaza now, so idk when i’ll have more art for you guys :/

Heres a sketch from while i was rewatching terminator judgement day the other day at least?😅

[aphyxiation]

“Fancy seeing you here,” said a distinctly British voice, cutting right through the local chatter – a voice that Arthur was intimately familiar with. He turned around with a glare. “Eames,” he said in lieu of a greeting. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

So I originally wrote this fic for day 10 of Whumptober but then life happened so I was only able to edit and post it now (at least it's still October lol)

It's a rather self-indulgent mix of smut and angst, because it's October and it's exactly what I crave.

Written for day 10 Whumptober prompt: Blow to the head/slurred words/passing out from pain/"I can't think straight"

Hope you enjoy! <3

[thedevilshardy]

What turns them on - Tom Hardy Character Study

Part I: Alfie, Bane, Eames. Smut.

Alternative titel: how to get them hard.

Or: just my horny nonsense.

Alfie Solomons

This man is the definition of a lady killer. He scares you in a way, but in a good one - that's why you're not afraid of coming too close to him. You let your hands wander over his shoulders, grip the joints, and love the deep grunt that escapes his chest.

Once you have his attention, he will not stop. He pushes you into the corner of the room, grabs a handfull of your hair - pulls your head back, and sucks in the scent of your throat. You can feel his body very close to you, can feel his groin, the heat that spreads from there. You can feel he's already half hard, but that's not enough for you. You need more of this.

He pushes your hands away when you try to touch his dick - "lil' cocky, ain't we, luv" he growls into your ear, and then he pushes you against the wall for real, back smashed against the wall, and his hip just dives between your legs.

He has a kink for dresses, so if you wear one - his hands are already there, pushing up the fabric, just enough that his fingers can sneak between your folds - and this makes him hard now, fully hard, and he has no shame in pushing this thick dick right in between your legs, and it's hot and more than anything you ever wanted...

Bane

Thick, broad, strong - Bane is a fucking huge monster, and he for sure knows how to use his apperiance to spread fear. But also something else, and it's you who gets to experience it. First, you swallow when you feel his heated hand in your hair, on your throat, exploring your skin for good. It's a surprise, knocking out the air in your lungs when you land with your back on a bed - with his thick legs spreading yours, his knees between your thighs so he can see what he desires.

Bane is fast in undressing you - but then, once your clothes are gone and he sees you naked, bloomed open for him like a wild flower - he takes his sweet time. His fingers are nearly soft in exploring your folds, your wet middle, your goddamn heat. He growls, and he pushes his heavy body closer to you, and you can feel what it does to him. It's not easy to oversee this huge bulge in his pants, and all you want is to be spread open with this dick.

He doesn't let you feel it, this thick huge cock, not now. He still takes his time touching you, making you so fucking wet is almost not bearable - and you can feel that your screams for more are making him harder every second he's not inside you.

He's a sucker for visual things. Watches you like something he's possessed by.

Eames

Cheeky as he is, he never fails to impress with the way he gets hot. It's not only your shared flat where he wants to get it on with you - you can't even travel without him being all around you. He loves to touch, to grope, to just feel something of you on his skin. It's not unusual that you feel his hands on your ass when you both check in for a flight.

He adores adventures, that's why he tends to stroke you hidden - first, on visible spots that just make you giggle, then he goes further. He's a master in touching you without anyone noticing - that's why he ends up fucking grinding his fingers between your legs, despite your jeans. It's nearly enough to make him fully hard - but only nearly, cause he knows what you are about to do.

Eames adores blowjobs. Once you pull him in the very tight cabine of the toilet of the flight and drop down to your knees, you can be sure that his dick is already grown to full hardness when you pull it out. He loves watching you licking your lips before you suck his dick in, between those pillow soft lips of yours. It gets him hot and horny in seconds, and he keeps your head down just to make sure you won't slip off. He tastes salty and sweet, showing you exactly how fucking weak he gets when you do this.

[wolfpants]

Sudden urge to reread all the Eames/Arthur fics that emotionally destroyed me 10 years ago

[justrainandcoffee]

Non, je ne regrette nein (Eames x fem!oc) Part III

Masterlist. Part I - Part II

Summary: Flashback to 2003 when Eames was still dating Sophia Prince || In present times, 2010, Jasmine finally is ready to see Eames and talk to him after five years. || Eames tells her how he felt during his relationship with her twin. || Jasmine learns what an inception is.

Warnings: Toxic relationship. || Flashbacks. || For a reason I don't know, the fandom named Eames as Ian centuries ago and that's the name I'm using for him. ||

Words: 3k

2003.

Jasmine was studying in the living room. Around her, books and notebooks. Pens, sticky notes and a coffee next to a half eaten sandwich.

The twins shared an apartment that their parents rented to them while both girls were studying. Sometimes her friends were there too, but not so much as Eames. Sophia's boyfriend, when he wasn't travelling used to spend his days there. Often in Sophia's bedroom, others just in the living room, reading or resting. But when he had to leave the country it was, sometimes, for months. Sophia never could answer properly what his job was, because he never told her exactly "just business." So Sophia spread the rumour that his boyfriend was exactly that: a businessman. He wasn't, but the idea liked her and for the moment no one contradicted her. Eames never said the truth behind his trips, either.

Eames arrived at their apartment at night with two pizzas and beer. He knew that the sisters were studying but maybe they could rest a bit.

Everything started well, as always, until Sophia started to tease Jasmine about her new colour hair.

That day was the first time she dyed her hair although it was just her hair ends. It was dark purple and Jasmine was visible happy about her new look.

Her sister not so much.

"Oh, come on, Jasmine, you can't tell that you like it. What was you thinking?"

"What's your problem? It's my hair and my head. I'm already an adult, I can do whatever I want with my own body."

"And yet, we always hang out together. People will stare at us because of you. They will laugh at you, Jas. Jesus, can't you just be normal?"

Eames frowned, he knew his girlfriend could be harmful sometimes and he didn't like that at all "Sophia, just shut up. You're not being funny right now, you're being mean."

"You're on her side?"

"Yes, yes I am. Jas is right, it's her choice and as adult she can do whatever she wants. People always will stare, no matter if she dyes her hair or not. Maybe they could stare at her because they're admiring her, because they like her. Why everything has to be negative when you're talking about Jas, Sophia?"

"I'm just trying to protect her. People can be assholes."

"The only asshole right now is you," Eames replied.

Sophia grunted and lay down over the sofa "I'm fucking sorry then, Jasmine."

Her sister didn't reply but nodded looking at her brother-in-law. Eames smiled at her.

Jasmine put her headphones on when later that night, Eames and Sophia went to her bedroom. Last thing she wanted to hear was the noises those two were about to make. The exam she was studying for was difficult enough to got distracted by them. But what happened inside the bedroom wasn't what Jasmine thought.

For over an hour, they were focused on a movie starring Will Smith but the proximity between the two of them, was more desirable. On her bed, they both were kissing. Eames was embracing his girlfriend in his arms while she was on top of him.

"Are you fine?" Sophia asked, with her hands over his chest.

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"Well, I thought we were going to fuck. But you don't seem ready to it."

"Because I don't want to tonight. I'm enjoying kissing you. Is that bad?"

"How old are you? 14? Let's fuck, Eames."

"I said no, Sophie. I don't want to, not today. I'm tired and I just want to relax like we were doing right now."

"Are you fucking someone else?"

"What!?" Eames apart her from him. "No, I'm not!"

"Then, why don't you…?"

"Are you going to force me? I don't want to, I said! I'm tired! You know what? I better go. Good night, Sophia."

After putting his shoes again, Eames left Sophia's bedroom. Inside, she threw a pillow against the door when he closed it behind him. Eames first thought after crossing the hallway was that he needed to end that relationship. He was absolutely tired of her, despite that he tried, and failed, to fall in love with her again.

In the living room where his jacket was, also was Jasmine. The other twin had fallen asleep on the sofa with her books and notes around her. Eames grabbed a blanket that was there and covered her with it. He also removed her headphones and put them aside. But Eames also couldn't help himself and ran his fingers through her hair softly.

"Good night, princess," he whispered.

Princess was a pet name that he gave her soon after he knew her. Being Prince her last name and Jasmine her first name, Eames couldn't help but think that it was similar to Princess Jasmine, the one from Disney. So from that moment on, he started to call her like that.

Although, as the time passed, he started to use it only when he felt it. Like that moment.

"You like her," his mind told him and the thought scared him. He looked at Jasmine one last time that night and left the place but not without writing something on a piece of paper "Your hair is pretty." Jasmine only discovered the note the next morning when she woke up. She smiled and kept the paper in her book.

Jasmine found Eames two days later when she was walking back to her apartment after her last class of the day.

"Sophie is still studying," she informed him.

"Yes, I know. But I don't want to talk to her, I want to talk to you."

"Oh, okay… everything is fine?"

"Do you have time for a coffee, Jas?"

"Yes, sure. I'm freezing and a hot beverage is always welcomed."

Crossing the avenue, they found a cozy coffee shop that at those hours was almost empty. Inside, they sat next to the window and waited for the waitress.

"I'm going to break up with your sister," he said directly. "I'm tired, Jas. We argued constantly, the other night too."

"Oh, fuck. I- are you sure?"

"Yes. I wanted to tell you this first because we're friends. I like spending time with you but probably the best thing to do is to cut ties with you, too. I don't want to do that, but you're the strongest link between me and Sophia. And if we keep seeing each other, Sophia might find a reason to watch me again. And that's the last thing in my life."

"You're really upset, Ian."

"Yes, I am. I'm living in constant stress because of your sister and it's over. Probably I should have done this months ago, but I was ignoring some things that I can't ignore anymore."

"Sophie can be… difficult."

"Not just that, Jas. Sophia some times has bad attitudes that I can't tolerate anymore. The other day what she said to you. Fuck her," Eames looked through the window before putting his eyes in her again. "I'm sorry, she's your sister. I shouldn't speak about her like that."

"It's okay. You're not the first one who's is upset with her. Did you talk to Eva?"

"No. I didn't see her in a while."

Jasmine stopped talking for a moment when the waitress went to their table and took their order.

"What happened between your sister and Eva?"

"I wasn't there. That day I had a date, Holly gave my number to one of his classmates and I went out with him…"

Eames nodded although internally felt a pang of jealousy. Fucker, who was he?

"This was almost three weeks ago," Jasmine continued unaware of his thoughts "The girls went out to drink something and have fun. It happened that Sophie found a group of friends there, too. Another one. You know she's very outgoing and extrovert. She has friends everywhere. Well, it happens that Eva heard something…"

The coffee and croissants were already in front of them and Jasmine was stirring her mug.

"…when Eva told me, or confronted me, I was really ashamed of Sophia. I know the kind of person she is, Ian. I'm not an idiot, but it's easier to ignore some things. Long story short, Eva heard when Sophia was saying her other mates that she was friend with Eva because of her money. Uhm- basically she used these words 'Disgusting rich bitch'."

"Oh, well... fuck."

"Eva asked me if I thought the same. And of course not! What the hell! I love my friends!"

"Did she believe you?"

"Yeah. I have no reason to lie and she's quite perceptive. I didn't know Sophia had those thoughts. Not about Eva at least. But since then, Eva put distance between her and my sister. Holly didn't approve her words either but they still talk, although it is not the same. I totally agree, you know? But it is sad… and I hate it. The group is completely dissolved."

"Yeah, but it's not our fault." Eames smiled at her "or better, it's not your fault, Jas. The only thing you two have in common is your appearance. And as for me… I'm sure soon you will have a new brother-in-law."

"Not as cool as you," Jasmine chuckled. "Will you be fine? I'm going to miss you."

"I'll be fine. And I'm going to miss you too, princess."

That was the last time they saw each other until two years later when they found in that night club and kissed for the first time.

2010

Her last patient left her clinic just in time to go to the place where Eames was waiting for her.

She looked herself in the mirror of the little bathroom she had in her workplace and changed her clothes and also put some lipstick on.

"Why?"

Jasmine looked herself in the mirror and watched her own reflection.

"Why?" she asked again.

"Why not?" The Jasmine in the mirror seemed to ask.

Sophia could say to her that it was unnecessary. That Eames could never pay attention to it. Nor her makeup, nor her yellow dress. Maybe, Sophia could say, he could notice her perfume. And that, only if she was closed to him.

Like she always did. Paul wasn't really interested in Jasmine, Sophia said to her when they were 15 "he just wants to lose his virginity and is using you." So despite she liked him, Jas apart him from her life. But Paul really liked Jasmine. When they were 16; Maurice, the son of their new neighbour, according to Sophia just made a bet with his friends to see which of the twins was the easiest. She said it one afternoon when she saw Jasmine giggling with the boy. And if not Paul or Maurice, then it was Rick, Charles or Peter. All boys interested in Jasmine weren't good people. But if they paid attention to Sophia herself the story was always different. They loved her. Eventually, Jasmine learnt to be quiet and didn't tell her again about her love interest. Yet, Sophia still had something to say about those young men once they knew them. "I'm just trying to protect you, Jas. You're my twin and I love you."

"But Sophia isn't here," Jasmine said to herself and, after all, she was wearing makeup and that dress because she felt good doing it. Not just for a man. And after all, it was just Eames, her old friend.

But the spirit of Sophia couldn't be more wrong. Eames did notice the yellow dress. Impossible not to, when the sun seemed to made it shine. He kissed her cheek greeting her.

"I'm glad you came, Jas."

"I was unsure, I'm not going to lie. But, on the other hand, I'm really curious. Something is telling me, that I'm going to regret it, but I couldn't help myself. Curiosity killed the cat."

"But satisfaction brought him back. It can't be that bad if I'm the one involved, Jas," Eames said with his cockiest smile "But we don't have to talk about it now if you don't want to. How are you?"

"Busy, stressed, tired… bored."

"Monotonous life?"

"Something like that, yes. How about you? Do you still travel a lot?"

"I do travel a lot, yes. I've been living in Mombasa for a while, too."

"Holy shit, Ian. That's really far away."

"Life is about experience, isn't it? I did good friends there."

"I'm glad to hear that, then."

"Thanks, princess."

Her hazel eyes opened wide when she heard that word again. Jasmine let out a soft chuckled "I can't believe you remember the way you used to call me. It's been ages! Sophia never liked that."

"How can I forget that? It's impossible not to associate your name with hers," he said and then snorted "there was a lot of things your sister didn't like back then. Did she grew up or is still behaving like a spoiled baby?"

"You still hate her."

"Nah. No, I don't hate her anymore. He made my life a living hell but I had to let it go. Time changes. Or maybe I now understand that I was inside a toxic relationship where the victim wasn't the woman but the man. Do you know how many of my friends knew I was dating her? None. I was ashamed to admit that I wasn't happy, that she controlled me. Especially because two of my best friends had healthy relationships. So, I remained in silence. Of course they knew I was seeing someone, but they thought it was just something unimportant. Two days ago I called one of them, Alice, and only then after 7 years I confessed that I knew her. And you . But she still doesn't know the kind of person Sophia is."

"Oh, shit, Eames… I didn't know it was that bad. Sophia, well, she talked tons of shit about you after you two broke up. I didn't believe her, by the way. Nor Holly. Eva never talked to her again, so... And after she moved back to Canada, that's where she's living since then, the only person she kept talking to it was me. Sophia said that her friends were shitty people because they didn't comfort her as she deserved."

"As she deserved?"

Jasmine shrugged. "Sophia controlled me too, a lot. I regret being so blind back then. I'm still learning to blame her for a lot of things. Part of why I am here it's because I can be free, yet the B-side of being a twin is that I saw her in every mirror. If this year I don't return to USA to my parents house for Christmas, then it will be the fourth Christmas in a row that I don't see her. We still talk… but you know."

"Does she know that you and me…?" Eames looked at her. The first time after five years that both of them saw each other and the topic was still awkward as the next morning.

"No."

"Fine, then."

Jasmine didn't want to think about that. Not the dance, not his hands on her, his lips on her neck. Not the soft words he whispered in her ears, so she cleared her throat and asked him about the real reason that brought them together that afternoon.

"Oh. Well, okay. It's difficult to explain. This is something I never told your sister and I'm glad I never did but I trust you, Jas. And I need you, too. Listen to me before judging me."

It'd be easier to her mind process all what Eames was saying if she imagine that like a sci-fi movie.

"You play with people's mind?"

"No. Well, yes. But it's always for a good cause, Jas. And we choose our cases very carefully, we're professionals. I've been doing this for 12 years. That's why I travel a lot. Sometimes the target is in London, other in Berlin, New York or here."

"Mombasa."

"Yes. Mombasa is different, Cobb screw up a bit there. He's the leader, a good man but still human. All of them are good people in fact, him, Yusuf, the girls… even Arthur and his lack of imagination."

"And what do I have to do with all this?"

"You know our new target. Arthur investigated and he's your patient."

"You want to implant an idea in one of my patients?! The hell no, Eames! That people trust me. I'm not going to let you! The trust between doctor and patient must be one of the most important things for any people. Especially dentists, do you know how many people are terrified of dentists to the point that put their lives in risk for a horrible dental care? Trustworthy is something basic."

"I know. There's a moral thing that you can't ignore, but this is also good for society."

"Good for society? Who's my patient?"

"The judge Pierre Durant."

"No, absolutely not. That man is an incorruptible soul, thank god. He sent to prison several politi…" Jasmine stopped talking when she saw Eames' facial expressions. "Who hired you?"

"Léon Fortier."

"Oh, god. That bastard?! And that's how you choose your cases carefully?! Are you kidding me?"

"Jas. It's not black and white. It's complex. Fortier can fuck with people but not us, because we can screw up his life completely. When he gave us his money he also gave us the consent to destroy him."

"And why do you want me?"

"Cobb thinks we can use that appointment to make this inception. The group agreed."

"And you?"

Eames shook his head "No, I don't. But for now it seems to be the only way."

Jasmine sighed "How this thing called PASIV works? It has any side effects? Can it be mixed with anesthesia? Life, somehow, can be in danger?"

"I- I don't know. We have a chemist in our team. He can make the experiment necessary to see if anesthesia and our chemicals can be mixed. It never had side effects."

"Everything in medicine has side effects, Eames. I'm a professional, don't bullshit me."

"Why don't you come with me to know the team? Part of it at least, one of them is living in Sidney right now, but she will come soon. You can talk to Yusuf about chemicals and those things I'm not really sure about how they work, although I saw incredible things in Africa. But, again you two are the ones who know, not me."

"I'm not accepting to do this yet. Are we clear, Eames?"

"Crystal clear, princess."

Eames and Jasmine left the café and went to the warehouse where Cobb and the rest were. He looked at her sideways. Her beautiful yellow dress and her even more beautiful face seemed to shine.

"I like your hair, Jas."

She couldn't help but smile. "Thank you, Ian."

[potter-solomons]

Sometimes his eyebrows threaten to throw me over the edge.

*all the times. all the times they threaten to throw me over the edge.

*all of him. All of HIMBS all the times threatens to throw me over the edge.

*he always throws me over the edge.

[irishsaints]

listen, not for nothing

but in thinking about fics that have inexorably altered my life, in some form or another, and that I think about with frightening regularity:

I'd like to introduce you all to "Like Lullabies You Are" by Espoir (idk if they're on tumblr or not?)

but my god, I first read this fic years ago- pre-pandemic, but a handful of years post-inception coming out; and then I re-read it again a few years later, and it STILL lives in my brain. I made an entire playlist for my various ships where the song that features in this fic is the jump off point.

If you're an arthur x eames fan, and you haven't read this one, you're missing out.

If you're looking for a new fic in a new fandom you haven't been part of before- this one's for you.

[the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf]

You're waiting for a train...(1)

A Leap of Faith

Robert Fischer x Cobbs Daughter!reader

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

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

*reader is 20*

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

word count - 1.2k

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

Series Master list Master list

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

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

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

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

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

“How did you mess up the carpet?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

When I entered, I noticed the spinning top.

Mom.

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

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

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

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

“What will you do with him?”

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

“What do you want from us?”

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

“Of course not!” Arthur answered.

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

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

“Elephants.”

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

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

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

“Can you do it?” Saito smirked.

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

“Then you have a choice.”

“Then I choose to leave, sir.”

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

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

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

“Can’t fix that! No one can!”

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

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

"y/n what are you doing?"

“Simple enough.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dad lowered his head into a gentle nod.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Paris. We need another architect.”

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[thenwhatthefukcisthis]

ying and yang? you mean the exact moment eames opens his mouth and the realisation dawns on arthur that he is a sucker for british tongue and the exact moment eames overhears arthur speaking french and he discovers that he has raging kink for accents?

[jasmasson]

Rec: Inception: We can do this until we pass out by delires

Fandom: Inception Pairings/Characters: Arthur/Eames Rating: Explicit Length: 28,478 words (series 49,299) Creator Links: Delires at AO3 Theme: AU, Class issues

Summary: Disturbing London, baby, we about to branch out. (The one where Eames is a chav)

Reccer’s Notes: An AU where canonical Arthur and Dom meet chav!Eames in London pre-canon. Arthur has a one night stand with Eames, which against his better judgement develops into something else. This is a wonderful fic, sexy, funny, clever, and while changing a few fundamentals still keeps them in character and the plot leading up to inception perfectly believable. The Arthur/Eames fandom burned hot but short, but during that time there were great authors in the fandom and some brilliant fics. This is one of them.

Fanwork links: We can do this until we pass out (The Chav!Verse)