In the Time of the Butterflies
Title: In the Time of the Butterflies
Author: Izzy Snape
Warning: There is fluff, angst, man love, and a dmf.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Pairing: Arthur/Eames, Cobb/Ariadne/ghost of Mal, Saito/Robert, and Yusuf/wife we never meet in fic
Summary: A damaged Arthur is bad for someone’s health.
Rating: R to NC17 for sex later one, as well as Non con, and violence.
Notes: OCC, sorry they will get more in character as I find their voices better.
FIC: In the Time of the Butterflies [Hurt Arthur!]
Eames watched Arthur, knowledge a ten-foot and still growing building in his mind with every move that Arthur made. Every flinch to every sound a testament of something that Arthur refused to share. Every wide-eyed swipe of the windows and doors a sign of fear, of a monster hidden in shadows that no one but Arthur could see.
They were back in familiar haunts, an old abandoned warehouse where they had a set up shop for their new job.
Eames had been watching Arthur for two months now, watching, waiting, trying to figure out how bad he was going to have to punish the son of a bitch responsible for Arthur’s current condition as well as trying to figure out how he was going to heal his Arthur.
Yes, his Arthur, his beautiful, by the book, stick in the mud Arthur, who was his polar opposite and, as trite as it sounded, the love of his life. Eames had never thought he would find someone that he would want to devote his life to, never imagined that he would fall prey too the emotions that had once caused Cobb to almost lose his mind in grief, but here he was, inexplicably and irrevocably in love with the detailed point man.
And although Arthur was not fully aware yet he did belong to Eames, lock, stock, and barrel.
Eames gritted his teeth as he watched Arthur’s eyes seem to glaze over as he gave an involuntary twitch at the howling of the wind.
They were in Fukuoka, Japan, the biggest city on the Kyushu Island in the mountains where the rain during the typhoon season was all bark and a little bite. It was late June, the weather oppressive with it’s heat and it’s continuous days of rain.
“Arthur?” Eames breathed, worry tinting his question as he watched Arthur’s body move as if the wind were battering his body instead of the warehouse.
Eames’s question was gentle, his voice carrying low across the room as to not startle the fragile point man, and he was fragile even if he wouldn’t admit it.
Loud noises were no longer a thing in their group when together, between Arthur and surprisingly enough Robert Fischer, who was just as jumpy as Arthur now was, the others were always conscious of speaking in loud voices lest they startle either member of their strange yet tight knit family.
Eames would rather shoot himself in the foot in the dreamscape than cause Arthur to jump or flinch at his tone of voice so Eames treaded softly, waiting for Arthur to snap back from whatever place he was to address his question.
Arthur jumped anyway, as though Eames had bellowed the question, his eyes blinking to focus before he raised his head to look around the room. His eyes fell on Eames, who could not help walking towards Arthur at a deliberately slow pace.
Arthur watched, eyes wide as Eames stood about before him; personal space shattered to oblivion, and brushed two knuckles across his face as Eames stared into his eyes.
Eames gave a sad smile as he watched the man that usually never let him get within a hairs inch lean into Eames’s questioning caress. Eames watched, as Arthur seemed to revel in his touch before recognition reached Arthur’s eyes, and he drew back with a sharp pull.
Arthur glanced around the room to see everyone focusing on the two of them. His heart speed up in fear, he had been playing a game of cat and mouse with his team for two months now and it was clear it was coming to an end.
He knew he was acting out of character, but what could he say? How could he explain why he was the way he was now? What words could show the darkness that now resided in him, making him feel oily and unworthy. Could he even say a name, his name?
No, some things were too dark, too horrifying to express in the light of day. He was coping, maybe not as well as he would liked but he was coping, still getting out of bed in the morning, allowing people to touch him.
But even with that he knew it was not enough and now the team knew something was really wrong with him. And how could they not with him constantly drifting off and flinching at every sound and movement. He was different, perhaps forever changed by events that had taken place merely two months earlier, on a different continent.
Trying once again to play off his out of character behavior he said, “Yes Mr. Eames?” Annoyance covering up fear.
Eames was not fooled, “darling, it’s obvious to everyone here there is something bothering you.” His statement causing Cobb and Ariadne to move towards them
Arthur’s hands tightening on sheets of paper about their new target a tell tale sign of Arthur’s agitation.
“Will you not tell us what’s wrong love, we just want to help you.” Eames’s hands moved, following Arthur’s, catching them, and slowly massaging them, releasing some of the tension that had found a permanent place in Arthur’s body.
It was then that they noticed that the warehouse was silent, the others looking at them. Ariadne and Cobb were side by side watching with concerned looks, Yusuf held a book that he was clear not reading, listening, waiting.
Robert sat in a chair, with Saito behind him. Saito, once again a tourist, who was also financing their job, ran a comforting hand back and forth over Robert’s neck. Robert, who was tense, instantly went pliant under the hands of his lover.
They all watched as several emotions played across Arthur’s face, fear, worry, and sadness just a few, but what he settled on out of self-preservation was coolness.
“I am fine.” Arthur stated clearly indicating that the conversation was over but Eames would not be swayed from his course.
Arthur’s hands shook as he gathered up papers under the pretense of work. Eames growled, anger growing in the pit of his stomach.
“You are not fine! Damnit Arthur you have been lying to us for weeks. ‘I’m okay! I’m fine! Fuck off!’” Eames locked Arthur in his arms, face going grim as Arthur withdrew into himself.
Eames snarled, “You are not fine and I am sick of watching you slowly fade away from the Arthur we all know and love.”
Arthur growled, a show of his turbulent emotions, “what if he doesn’t exist any more? What then?”
Arthur’s eyes once again worked his away across all the windows and doors, trying to reassure himself he was safe.
Eames sighed, arms loosing some of its tension, “then we learn about the new you and help you move on, are you ready to talk?”
Arthur gave a glare simply because it was old hat, and then gave up, sagging in Eames’s arms.
Arthur whispered his defeat, “What do you want to know?”
“A name darling, just a name.” Eames stared into Arthur’s eyes, begging him to give at least that if nothing else.
“Just a name?” Arthur asked, desperate for the conversation to be over.
“Just a name love.” Eames waited, watching Arthur struggle with himself before he nodded and Eames began to plan.
Whoever was responsible was going to be destroyed, they would all see to it.
Authors Notes: I hope you guys enjoyed, I am working on the second chapter so it should be out soon. Have a great weekend! Oh, and please comment on grammar errors, as I do not have a beta.
Author: Izzy Snape
Warning: There is fluff, angst, man love, and a dmf.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Pairing: Arthur/Eames, Cobb/Ariadne/ghost of Mal, Saito/Robert, and Yusuf/wife we never meet in fic
Summary: A damaged Arthur is bad for someone’s health.
Rating: R to NC17 for sex later one, as well as Non con, and violence.
Notes: OCC, sorry they will get more in character as I find their voices better.
FIC: In the Time of the Butterflies [Hurt Arthur!]
Eames watched Arthur, knowledge a ten-foot and still growing building in his mind with every move that Arthur made. Every flinch to every sound a testament of something that Arthur refused to share. Every wide-eyed swipe of the windows and doors a sign of fear, of a monster hidden in shadows that no one but Arthur could see.
They were back in familiar haunts, an old abandoned warehouse where they had a set up shop for their new job.
Eames had been watching Arthur for two months now, watching, waiting, trying to figure out how bad he was going to have to punish the son of a bitch responsible for Arthur’s current condition as well as trying to figure out how he was going to heal his Arthur.
Yes, his Arthur, his beautiful, by the book, stick in the mud Arthur, who was his polar opposite and, as trite as it sounded, the love of his life. Eames had never thought he would find someone that he would want to devote his life to, never imagined that he would fall prey too the emotions that had once caused Cobb to almost lose his mind in grief, but here he was, inexplicably and irrevocably in love with the detailed point man.
And although Arthur was not fully aware yet he did belong to Eames, lock, stock, and barrel.
Eames gritted his teeth as he watched Arthur’s eyes seem to glaze over as he gave an involuntary twitch at the howling of the wind.
They were in Fukuoka, Japan, the biggest city on the Kyushu Island in the mountains where the rain during the typhoon season was all bark and a little bite. It was late June, the weather oppressive with it’s heat and it’s continuous days of rain.
“Arthur?” Eames breathed, worry tinting his question as he watched Arthur’s body move as if the wind were battering his body instead of the warehouse.
Eames’s question was gentle, his voice carrying low across the room as to not startle the fragile point man, and he was fragile even if he wouldn’t admit it.
Loud noises were no longer a thing in their group when together, between Arthur and surprisingly enough Robert Fischer, who was just as jumpy as Arthur now was, the others were always conscious of speaking in loud voices lest they startle either member of their strange yet tight knit family.
Eames would rather shoot himself in the foot in the dreamscape than cause Arthur to jump or flinch at his tone of voice so Eames treaded softly, waiting for Arthur to snap back from whatever place he was to address his question.
Arthur jumped anyway, as though Eames had bellowed the question, his eyes blinking to focus before he raised his head to look around the room. His eyes fell on Eames, who could not help walking towards Arthur at a deliberately slow pace.
Arthur watched, eyes wide as Eames stood about before him; personal space shattered to oblivion, and brushed two knuckles across his face as Eames stared into his eyes.
Eames gave a sad smile as he watched the man that usually never let him get within a hairs inch lean into Eames’s questioning caress. Eames watched, as Arthur seemed to revel in his touch before recognition reached Arthur’s eyes, and he drew back with a sharp pull.
Arthur glanced around the room to see everyone focusing on the two of them. His heart speed up in fear, he had been playing a game of cat and mouse with his team for two months now and it was clear it was coming to an end.
He knew he was acting out of character, but what could he say? How could he explain why he was the way he was now? What words could show the darkness that now resided in him, making him feel oily and unworthy. Could he even say a name, his name?
No, some things were too dark, too horrifying to express in the light of day. He was coping, maybe not as well as he would liked but he was coping, still getting out of bed in the morning, allowing people to touch him.
But even with that he knew it was not enough and now the team knew something was really wrong with him. And how could they not with him constantly drifting off and flinching at every sound and movement. He was different, perhaps forever changed by events that had taken place merely two months earlier, on a different continent.
Trying once again to play off his out of character behavior he said, “Yes Mr. Eames?” Annoyance covering up fear.
Eames was not fooled, “darling, it’s obvious to everyone here there is something bothering you.” His statement causing Cobb and Ariadne to move towards them
Arthur’s hands tightening on sheets of paper about their new target a tell tale sign of Arthur’s agitation.
“Will you not tell us what’s wrong love, we just want to help you.” Eames’s hands moved, following Arthur’s, catching them, and slowly massaging them, releasing some of the tension that had found a permanent place in Arthur’s body.
It was then that they noticed that the warehouse was silent, the others looking at them. Ariadne and Cobb were side by side watching with concerned looks, Yusuf held a book that he was clear not reading, listening, waiting.
Robert sat in a chair, with Saito behind him. Saito, once again a tourist, who was also financing their job, ran a comforting hand back and forth over Robert’s neck. Robert, who was tense, instantly went pliant under the hands of his lover.
They all watched as several emotions played across Arthur’s face, fear, worry, and sadness just a few, but what he settled on out of self-preservation was coolness.
“I am fine.” Arthur stated clearly indicating that the conversation was over but Eames would not be swayed from his course.
Arthur’s hands shook as he gathered up papers under the pretense of work. Eames growled, anger growing in the pit of his stomach.
“You are not fine! Damnit Arthur you have been lying to us for weeks. ‘I’m okay! I’m fine! Fuck off!’” Eames locked Arthur in his arms, face going grim as Arthur withdrew into himself.
Eames snarled, “You are not fine and I am sick of watching you slowly fade away from the Arthur we all know and love.”
Arthur growled, a show of his turbulent emotions, “what if he doesn’t exist any more? What then?”
Arthur’s eyes once again worked his away across all the windows and doors, trying to reassure himself he was safe.
Eames sighed, arms loosing some of its tension, “then we learn about the new you and help you move on, are you ready to talk?”
Arthur gave a glare simply because it was old hat, and then gave up, sagging in Eames’s arms.
Arthur whispered his defeat, “What do you want to know?”
“A name darling, just a name.” Eames stared into Arthur’s eyes, begging him to give at least that if nothing else.
“Just a name?” Arthur asked, desperate for the conversation to be over.
“Just a name love.” Eames waited, watching Arthur struggle with himself before he nodded and Eames began to plan.
Whoever was responsible was going to be destroyed, they would all see to it.
Authors Notes: I hope you guys enjoyed, I am working on the second chapter so it should be out soon. Have a great weekend! Oh, and please comment on grammar errors, as I do not have a beta.