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]

Too late? Psssh. Don't be silly!! *hugs* Welcome! :)
Okay, and you know what? You get the longest drabble yet! XD

Ariadne’s new to the business, and she’s too preoccupied with learning all about creating worlds of incredible scope, of paradoxes and Penrose stairs, plunged headfirst into the exhilarating thrill of the illegal and the beautiful, of creation itself. Yusuf knows something about it, given that Eames is sure than in the many years he and chemist have been friends, there must have been one or two drunken confessions, but for now, the other man is keeping silent. Saito definitely knows, but right now, he’s doing a fine impression of a half-drowned fish; the breath rattling in his lungs sounding like a malfunctioning suction tube. Cobb definitely doesn’t know (sometimes Eames thinks Cobb can’t pull his head out of his arse long enough to notice anything, but he knows better than to say so; Arthur wouldn’t speak to him for a week), and maybe that’s better for everyone, really. He’s already so tightly wound up about this job that no one needs him shooting squinted glares at the forger for “corrupting” his point man.

So needless to say, Ariadne takes their banter at face value: flirting and nothing more. Yusuf shoots Eames a sideways glance but says nothing. Saito…well, Saito really isn’t in the state to say or do anything right now, and Cobb is…Cobb. Brooding, still, after telling everyone that he selfishly dragged them into the only thing worse than a deathtrap - the danger of dropping into limbo.

Every player in the business knows the stakes of dreaming, about limbo. And it’s just about the only thing that can terrify a man like Eames.

“Eames?”

He blinks, tearing his eyes away from where Saito lies stretched out the concrete floor that looks just a bit too much like a slab in a bloody morgue and turns to Arthur - handsome, stalwart, straight-laced Arthur, his darling who certainly didn’t deserve to get reamed out by his one track minded business partner, his point man extraordinaire who is not going to drop down into the shifting sands of limbo, not if Eames has a damn thing to say about it.

Suddenly, he’s grabbed the other man and is crushing him to his chest, holding that lithe frame he knows in and out and oh so intimately tight, so tight. “Darling,” he whispers, and, rather than squirm out of the desperate embrace, Arthur wraps his arms around the forger, and hugs back equally fiercely.

[spndreamz]

I always wanted some closure for Arthur after that scene, and you did it beautifully. I love how Even though Eames is stressed he still has time to make sure Arthur is okay. Was a huge fan of the hug! <3
Also Cobb shooting squinty glares and Saito doing his best impression of a half-drowned fish produced an epic lol, though the last one I'm probably a bad person for finding it as funny as I did seeing as what happened to him.

[slash17]

I realized that I never outwardly thanked you for this lovely drabble :) it was lovely lovely with a pinch of humor *cue halfdrownedfish!saito* this is what I wanted w/o me realizing it!! Thank you!