Prompt: Drabbles

[aimlesstravels]

Well, I have just recently surfaced from the sea of midterms/essays/horror, and it appears I've made it out alive. :) 
HELLO INCEPTION FANDOM!!!! *waves* I've missed you guys!

And now to get back to writing fic!
From zeto :
The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character/gen fic of their choosing

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[aimlesstravels]

Hey, first time commenter!! :D *smishes*
The more the merrier!
And this is definitely more than 100 words, but. Oh well. ;)
(And is that 10 and Jack?!!! O___O *makes grabby hands*)

He awakens like a drowned man heaving through the surface, like a madman breaking through the black of the imprisoned corridors of his own mind, gasping for breath and flailing madly, still fighting the monsters no one else sees or can ever know of because it’s his burden to bear, and goddamn it, he’ll bear it silently even to the grave.

Someone’s shouting now, around or maybe even at him; hands fall upon him and he writhes, jerks away with a low cry and crawls away as fast as he can on his mangled hands and stumps of missing legs, blindly because they gouged his eyes out too, and he’s never been this frightened before, never. He tries to curse his tormentors, tries to shriek to the high heavens for them to keep the fuck away, but all that comes out is a garbled mess of nonsense because, too late, he remembers that they cut his tongue out.

“Arthur!”

Arthur stiffens at the hands that fall upon his shoulders, surprised at his own name. It hasn’t been Arthur for the longest time now; no, it’s been “bitch boy” and “bastard” and “son of a whore” and all variations thereof, shouted and screamed along with the relentless beatings. But when a thumb traces under his eyes, wiping away the tears, Arthur blinks and looks - he looks - up into a pair of familiar eyes, filled with warmth and concern and tenderness, and finally, finally he does what those bastards couldn’t do to him, even in a million years: he breaks.

“Oh, Arthur,” Eames whispers, feeling his chest clench impossibly tight, holding the shuddering point man close, feeling tears soak his shirt, and swears to the God he doesn’t believe in that he’ll find whoever did this and inflict upon them all the cruelties they put his darling through, except he won’t give them the mercy of going through such torture in the dream world; oh fuck no.

Now though, now he focuses his sole attention upon the man in his arms, the man traumatized within an inch of sanity and wrecked to the depths of his soul, and whispers Hush now, darling. You’re safe.

[spndreamz]

This...this... I'm speechless over how perfect this is. It was everything I wanted and more! And oh god poor Arthur, I just want to hold him until he's better, but I'll leave that job for Eames. But thank you so so much, I couldn't begin to tell you my favorite part I'd just end up quoting the whole thing back to you, when Arthur broke down crying though was so heartbreaking. I want to know more what happened? What will happen? You have an amazing ability to hook me in fr the long haul even with only a few hundred words.
And yes jack and the doctor= love. Doctor Who was basically my top fandom, along with supernatural, until I'd have to say July 16th lol then inception took over my world :D!!! Thank you so much again I absolutely loved it! Looking forward to reading more from you :D

Wonderful

[connie_sunny]

Ahahahha... Amazing! ^_^ I absolutely love your style of writing!

Has this drabble got anything to do with "Turn one into the other"? =) That was probably the first fic I read in this fandom (The one that really got me into Arthur/Eames!)