#eames fic

[thestalwartheart]

There are some fandoms that just make you want to write better, and Inception is one of them. Holy hell, the standard of fics in the Arthur x Eames tag is astonishing.

[dareduffie]

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

[thenwhatthefukcisthis]

Hello so i recently watched inception (for the first time after 14 years lol) and i love athur and eames ship a lot so i kinda want to know do you have any fic recomendations for them :3 thanks in advance, so great seeing people still keep an old fandom alive!!!

Hiii new friend to the fandom ♥️

so here are a few of my all time favourites (hopefully they match your taste :D)

1. https://archiveofourown.org/works/43695804/chapters/109876557

2. https://archiveofourown.org/works/58643005

3. https://archiveofourown.org/series/6054

4. https://archiveofourown.org/works/55320265/chapters/140343664

Here is a Christmas’s fic rec lists I’ve come across! (Since it’s the season!)

https://www.tumblr.com/mister-eames/737591378407718912/iz-chrismes

I’ll also tag a couple of my mutuals (and authors!) so that they too can contribute and anyone and everyone is welcome to add fic recs, cause all the fics in this fandom are great!

@mister-eames @valerileygreen @strangegeology @dingdangit @deinvatiwrites @dreaminghigher @ladysarai

Thank you for reaching out to! Hope you have lots of fun in the fandom ♥️

[darlingdreames]

*knock knock* *peeks around door* Hi, all! I’m showing up 14 years late with a Starbucks, but I am here!

I haven’t been on Tumblr in a minute (like a long time) but I do consider myself an OG because this place used to be my home. Literally the only site I’d visit for hours at a time. I’ve cycled through many fandoms (with no side blogs) and now I’m back with an OBSESSION with INCEPTION. Particularly the dream husbands Eames and Arthur.

I don’t know how this fandom or this ship has escaped me for so long, but I am balls deep in it now. I’ve been reading Inception fanfic for about a year now, and I would love if anyone has any recs! Also, if you have recs of blogs I should follow that will inundate me with Eames and Arthur gossip/lore/gushing/nonsense I’d be forever grateful!

Stuff (fic) that is my jam:

The Psycho Heroes series (A/E) by FiaMac - For realzies, I’ve read this series probably 15 times already in the short time I’ve been in the fandom. It is my absolute FAVE.

The Day series (A/E) by RurouniHime - I’ve also read this series many times, particularly UnDays. Ugh, so so so good.

The Trembling of the Migratory Birds (A/A/E) by eretria - I’m not opposed to some threesome action as long as Arthur and Eames are somewhere in the mix and oh ho ho this fic is a doozy.

Meant To Lead A Man Astray (A/E) by kyrene - This was so fun to read and hot af so I do go back to read it occasionally just to get my mind off of a bad day.

I Seem To Be A Verb (A/E) by Aja - A Notting Hill AU. Like omfg as if I need to say more. Fucking magical is this fic.

Presque Vue (A/E) by rageprufrock - No words. Just ugh *chef’s kiss*

Aaaaaaanywho, those are just some of the MANY fics I have bookmarked on AO3. If anyone thinks there is Arthur/Eames fic I should read or even Arthur/Eames/Other or even Eames/Other (particularly another Inception character) please, gimme ALL the fic recs.

The tags I most search for in Inception fics on AO3 are: #hurt Eames, #possessive Arthur, #protective Arthur, and of course #Arthur/Eames.

I hope there are still some of you out there that want to gush about these stupid dream husbands in love! ❤️

[strangegeology]

“And there was me thinking you seemed rather intelligent,” Arthur parried, fiddling with the neck of his no doubt ludicrously expensive t-shirt. “Despite some questionable sartorial choices.”

Eames gave him a knowing look. “My sartorial choices don’t seem to have put you off.”

-

Eames runs a yoga studio. Arthur works in finance. Sometimes it's all too easy to jump to conclusions.

Adventures in Campanology - on ao3.

(Explicit, 18k)

[theangrykimchi]

“What happened?” Arthur asks again when Eames reaches out for the bandaids and another tube of ointment for his stitches, and he’s half-expecting him to evade his questioning again, to turn it into another bout of flirting or bickering. Eames uses a Q-tip for the application, stroking a finger down the side of the small wound. His silence lasts so long that it frankly starts to annoy Arthur.

“Last year, we worked a gig with Moreau – do you remember Moreau?”

“The French guy? The lousy extractor who’s always trying to feel me up?” Eames huffs in annoyance. “Can't believe you remember that arseface and not me, I'm shaking my head at you, Arthur.”

“Perhaps he's more memorable than you, Mr. Eames. I did have to break three of his fingers last time we worked together.” Arthur's smiling mischievously, sending him a playful look.

“One day, I'm going to bite those dimples off your pretty face, just be warned,” Eames grouches.

Read on AO3

Explicit, ongoing

[sequencefairy]

Would you mind sharing the link for the inception fic you mentioned because I'm like 👀👀👀 lol. I forget about inception a lot of the time but when I remember I'm OBSESSED with Eames/ Arthur lmao

Oh man! I read so much inception fic actually, but here's what I currently have in my ao3 bookmarks:

the dry sand of daylight - spqr | 15k, E, complete [or: Arthur is married to Eames for the better part of a decade. Then he wakes up.]

All the world is bullet shaped - pushdragon | 76k, E, complete If Arthur thinks that, just by waving enough money around, he can get Eames to risk his life and reputation to rescue him from a death sentence, he's got another thing coming. So Eames sets a malicious, undignified price on his services, one he can be certain that a man like Arthur would never condescend to pay. It turns out to be the first of many mistakes.

The Only Living Boy in New York - witling | 47k, E, complete Arthur and Eames, in limbo. For 47,000 words.

Presque Vu - rageprufrock | 69k, E, complete Or, "on the tip of the tongue." Arthur meets Mal first. He inherits Dom, after. Everything else is on him.

Patience, a Steady Hand - Helenish | 43k, E, complete 821 A.D. Arthur is in the nightmare business. Eames is a thief, a liar, and versatile with a pen.

^ these are all arthur/eames, just re-read the dry sand of daylight tonight again because I like to hurt myself before bed.

play the goddamn part - hardscrabble | 101k, T, complete One simple idea that changes everything: Ariadne, as Cobb sees her - the red-wearing maze designer and Cobb-unraveler - is almost too good to be true. That's because she isn't. True, that is; she's definitely, DEFINITELY good. When her thesis adviser Dr. Stephen Miles puts her in the way of a VERY interesting opportunity (for the low, low price of just one fake ID), Ari decides to go for it and winds up neck-deep in stuff she never knew existed.

When this is finished, she’s going to learn to wear a suit like Arthur, tell a lie like Eames, network like Yusuf, and pull perhaps two per cent of Saito’s annual income over her first five years post-doctorate. She's hung the rest of her life on this job, so she may as well get some off-resume skills out of it.

^ this is like, platonic throuple sort of? it's really lovely, however.

I promise to do a better job of bookmarking shit in the future but one of my sources for good fic, fandom irrelevant, are spqr's bookmarks and there are a BUNCH of good Inception fics in there too!

[elwenyere]

First Player to Break Hearts (Inception, Arthur x Eames)

Word Count: 2.8k

Rating: T

Tags: Torture, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Sleep Deprivation, Hallucinations, Minor Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending

Author’s Note: A very happy Whumptober to all who celebrate!!! This fic was written for the prompts for day 8, Sleep Deprivation: Isolation Chamber | Forced to Stay Awake | "Leave the lights on."

.....

“Ready to talk?”

They’ve had Eames for about six hours, and aside from a bit of customary rough handling in transit from the bar where they grabbed him to the harshly lit room where they’ve got him strapped to a metal chair, they’ve barely touched him. So while Eames isn’t surprised to see Peter Browning walk in, he’s mildly offended to hear he expects Eames to give up the goods on the threat of violence alone.

“You remember me,” Browning says. “So you know why you’re here.”

Eames does. He’s here because some green extractor with more ambition than common sense had whispered the word “inception” in Browning’s ear last month at a conference. He’s here because that little talk had gotten Browning thinking about Robert, who’d always been so shy and tractable as a kid, and who’d become so unaccountably mulish after Maurice had died. He’s here because an architect who owed Arthur a favor had tipped him off that Browning was running a deep background check on the personal assistant who’d come and gone in the days before Fischer-Morrow fell apart. 

And most of all he’s here because when Arthur had showed up at the flat where Eames was staying in La Jolla to tell him to lie low and let Arthur handle Browning, Eames had slipped a mickey into his drink and dropped him off at Cobb’s.

“What the fuck, Eames?” Cobb had demanded. “You drugged him?”

“Bit of a glass-houses situation, wouldn’t you say?” Eames had asked.

Read the Rest on AO3

[furiosophie]

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)

[valeriley]

I like to think that Arthur and Eames came to lean and then grew into their respective fields of expertise in dreamsharing through their past experiences.

Arthur grew as the eldest child in a big family, and at some point when he was in his early teens his mother fell chornically ill, something that wasn't lethal but quite debilitating. The family had to do many sacrifices and his father had to work a lot to provide for all of them, and so it fell on Arthur to make sure everyone had eaten, brushed their teeth and done all their homework. Additionally I think he may have learned to handle needles because he needed to give his mother her medicine. That's primarily where he learned to become so organized, and also to think on his feet to solve ever new problems that sprung randomly and suddenly on him. He learned to be responsible and reliable but it also became something that defined him so deeply it's what gives him purpose, and he's so used to be the one for others to lean on that he struggles to accept help himself.

Eames on the other hand came from money, but that meant his parents had great expectations for their children. Expectations he never managed to meet. His mother, who preferred his younger sister, always thought he was too much to handle with his rambunctious and enthusiastic demeanor; his father thought he wasn't enough, especially compared to his older brother, no matter how much he tried. And so he started making himself smaller at home, so to not incur into their wrath and disappointment, started to act and hide his true self and his true interests. And slowly he started to observe everyone around him, so that he could present himself in the way they preferred or expected of him, and that's how he survived high school almost unscathed (for a given value of the term). The only person he felt he could be himself with because she accepted and loved hikm unconditionally was his grandmother,and that gave him many trust issues and a mentality of putting himself first and others later, because if you don't take care of yourself who will?

And in the end they both found what they needed and craved for in each other. Thanks to Arthur's unwavering loyalty and dependability Eames learns to trust and care for others (or just one other), and in turns teaches Arthur it's okay to need someone too sometimes, to let someone else help with your burdens, by his sheer stubbornness and affection.

[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?😅

[thestalwartheart]

Oh my gosh - any chance I get to rec Arthur & Eames I shall (and to do so to a great fic writer makes me nervous - but here goes!)

You've probably run into some of these but they've stuck with me after 14+ years and I find myself re-reading them often:

That One Time In Amsterdam Series by enjambament

Wherever You Will Be (That's Where I'll Call Home) by Gyzym

Dig, Lazarus, Dig by Tabi_essentially

Renovations!verse by joosetta

There are so many more incredible fics but those jumped out at me when I scrolled through my bookmarks.

Hope you enjoy all the new fic you're getting to dive into!

Oh, I love love love gyzym's Domestic!Verse. pressed against the pending physics of my passed down last name has stuck with me since I read it sometime mid-last year.

gyzym is such a genius - I don't need to tell anyone this, I'm sure, but we were once cinema gods in the night is a true fucking masterpiece and when it passes through my brain - as it is wont to do on any given day - it leaves me with a smile and a feeling like I've been punched in the throat.

The Renovations!Verse is wonderful, too. You've inspired me to give it a re-read, and I love how they are with each other. Also, I've had decor and interiors and fridge drama on my mind of late, so it's been especially satisfying to read about Arthur's rage about Eames' old kitchen appliances.

I'm looking forward to diving into the others! Thank you for leaving them here in my inbox ❤️

[dareduffie]

well you see it's one of the best movies of all time

[thenwhatthefukcisthis]

inception fandom is blessed with fantastic AU fics and every single time I read one I go, “this is the best AU ever”, and it’s true, but this one, THIS ONE DEFINITELY MAKES MY TOP 10 of my nonexistent fic rec list cause,

1. It’s based on birdcage movie (1996) which is a win itself

2. The story starts at Arthur and Eames being in their forties/fifties- NOT an epilogue, NOT a coda, the whole fic is them being uncomfortable in their middle age. Weathered and aged like fine wine.

3. Unabashed parental love (for Ariadne!) and love for each other and self love. Just so much love and caring thrown around (also brief yet sweet Arthur/mal)

4. Dreamhusbands in drag. EAMES IN DRAG. Nuff said

make your Sunday night a happy one :D

[enchi-elm]

✨ weekend wip exposure club ✨

rules: post 7 sentences/a snippet of an unfinished work

I will do you one better, I will just post the whole thing as I'm not planning on taking it anywhere. Thanks, @strangegeology, for the tag!

Unbeta'd, unedited, etc. etc.

tagging @tortoisesshells, @ladysarai, @thenwhatthefukcisthis, @valerileygreen because I thiiiink you weren't tagged yet!

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one - love

Eames comes across Arthur at the tennis court. He wants to stay back, observe the man from a distance, but Arthur spots him as soon as he’s within view. His game face doesn’t change—if he’s scowling at Eames’ appearance, Eames can’t tell. He might be hitting the ball a little harder and his opponent stumbles as he lunges, sprawling flat against the court as the ball hits the chain-link fence.

Arthur walks to his bag and grabs his towel, holding up a finger and nodding at his opponent. He wipes his face, walking over swiftly to where Eames stands.

Before Eames can make a comment about his tennis whites, or even ask what the hell Arthur is doing playing at a country club, Arthur cuts him off.

"What are you doing here? Whatever this is, I don’t have time for this right now.”

Hello to you, too. But fine, if he wants to get right to business.

“I have a job for you,” Eames says.

“I don’t work for you.”

“No, but I thought you might deign to work alongside me again. For the right price.”

Arthur gives him a wary look, then glances at his opponent, who’s subtly trying to ingest as many glucose tubes as Arthur’s brief distraction will let him.

“I’m busy,” he says, turning away.

“I’ll be at the bar,” Eames calls out, without acknowledgement from the point man.

Arthur goes back to his position, tossing his towel aside en route. His opponent wipes his mouth and gets into position to serve, already grimacing.

Eames watches Arthur return the serve as if he’s decapitating someone.

Eames knows little about tennis and can’t gauge the length of the game before Arthur shows up at the country club, racket and gym bag slung over his shoulder. Eames is deep in conversation with another patron—swindling him blind and leading him on besides—but he gives a thin smile at the younger man’s approach.

“So what do you want?” Arthur asks, and Eames can tell from no tell at all: he won his match.

“Arthur, let me introduce you to Mr. Ian Thorpe. A financier from Atlanta.”

Arthur shakes hands, just this side of civil.

“Pleasure.”

“Your friend’s been spinning me quite the yarn,” the financier says. He’s a forgettable sort of rich—the right colour suit, but the wrong cut. “He’d have me believing in the investment of a lifetime.”

“He’s a crook,” Arthur says, to a chuckle from Eames. “And a liar. But he gets results.”

The man laughs and rises. “Well, maybe I will give you a call then. I’m sure we can find a way to do business.”

“The pleasure is all yours,” Eames says, greasily, packing everything into the lift of his lips that might otherwise be transmitted in a wink. Arthur watches the man leave and takes the other chair at the table.

“He’s not worth your time,” he says.

Eames casually flashes a black leather wallet—not his. “He already has been.”

“I doubt he’ll miss the cash.”

Eames flips it open and pulls out the driver’s license, perusing it. “It’s not the cash that interests me.”

“He’s your target.”

Eames puts away the wallet. “Or maybe just a person of interest.” He focuses on Arthur, a transparent smile on his face. It could mean anything.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to recruit you. If such a thing is even possible—you must be booked well into next year.”

“What’s the job?”

“An oil man. Bit of a twisted one.”

“Let me guess. Inception?” It wouldn’t be the first offer Arthur’s had this month. It wouldn’t be the first of the week. Whoever blabbed—and Arthur has his theories—made sure that their little reverse-heist was on the lips of every extractor in the industry. Not because they’d tried—God, lots of people had tried—but because Fischer Morrow had folded within six months after Fischer Sr.’s death. Even Arthur hadn’t expected such a swift return.

Eames hums, sympathetic to Arthur’s irritation. He must be hearing a lot of it, too. “You know that the men’s world record for the 100 m dash was at a stalemate for 12 years before it was broken? All it took was one man to crack it and it got beat twice again in four years.”

Arthur pushes down the urge to correct him. It was 14 years, not 12. And it took another five years for it to get broken again. But he knows what he’s saying. For the longest time, Inception was only theory.

“Why, did someone else do it?” That would be interesting.

“A sucker born every two weeks, if the rumour mill is to be believed. Personally, I doubt it.”

“Why, ‘cause you weren’t involved?”

“I was going to say,” Eames says, lifting his glass, “because you weren’t.”

The flattery works, for one unexpected second—Arthur feels a warmth in his neck. He pulls out his water bottle and drinks deeply.

“So what is the job? Extraction? I’m not doing more than two levels. I’m not exactly keen for another one of Yusuf’s concoctions.”

“That’s a shame. I can’t get him off my phone. Says he’s never had such a willing test subject. I think he’d work for free if it meant he got another whack at you.”

“Not a chance. Why aren’t you answering my question?”

“Because I’m savouring this time together before you storm off to annihilate some other poor sod on the court.”

Arthur narrows his eyes. “Why would I storm off?”

“Because you’re not going to like how much you’ll want to do this.”

Arthur listens as Eames tells him the job. He gives it ten steady seconds before he stands and walks away without another word.

“I’ll be in touch!” Eames calls and Arthur gives him the finger without looking back.

[strangegeology]

Saturday snippet

A bit from the second part of a christmas fic (whoops), in which there is rumination on lies and old habits to go with a really rather tenuous justification for a fake date.

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“Because your assistance would be appreciated in maintaining the credibility of my alibi,” Eames says politely.

Arthur rolls his eyes at the tone. “You’re usually self-sufficient when it comes to that sort of thing, why do you need my help this time?”

“Don’t want to appear too predictable, that’s how you get caught.”

“God forbid you are predictable,” Arthur mutters, then scowls at him. “And you didn’t answer the question.”

“Because you’re the best.”

“Flattery only works when it’s not completely disingenuous.”

“It’s not disingenuous,” Eames says, almost affronted, because that was one of the only honest things he’s said in the course of this conversation, and that’s the bit that Arthur has taken exception to.

“Cut the crap Eames, you’re usually better at subterfuge than this.”

He swallows the sarcastic retort that lies are easier when it’s his own skin he’s trying to save rather than somebody else’s; it would be too much like showing his hand.

“Because I owe you a favour for pulling my arse out of the fire in Plovdiv?” he tries.

“That’s better, but why don’t you try the truth for a change.”

The way Arthur is looking at him is a challenge, an accusation; it’s probably a fair one.

“Because you’re not okay, and you’re a liability like this,” Eames says quietly, watching Arthur to see how it lands. He’s pretty sure that appealing to Arthur’s stunted sense of self-compassion won’t yield favourable results so he goes for the throat, aiming the comment right at Arthur’s professionalism. “If you want to be in a position to deliver the secrets of Bartozs’ brain to Mullaney in a few days time then you need to get a grip on this.”

That isn’t why Arthur needs to get a grip on this, and it’s debatable whether ‘getting a grip on it’ is what Arthur needs to do at all, but too much honesty would be out of character. Eames is willing to trade in truths occasionally, and in this instance it strikes him as a good deal, but he’s never been in the habit of spending gratuitously.