7 Arthur/Eames Drabbles
A few drabbles from the past few days! All Arthur/Eames. =)
Title: A Matter of Opinion
Author: sarahyyy
Rating: G
Character/Pairing: Arthur/Eames(-ish)
Word Count: 149
Summary: Arthur doesn't live with Eames. No, really, he doesn't.
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
A/N: For iantosgal who wanted iantosgal Arthur/Eames + Denial.
“You’re at his house all the time.”
“For work, Ari, you know that.”
“You’re at his house all the time even when the job’s done and everything’s fine and dandy,” she amends quickly.
Arthur pauses for a moment to think the statement through. Then he shrugs. “Debrief.”
“All the time, Arthur,” Ariadne grits out, “No one debriefs that long.”
Arthur shrugs and focuses on reading his paperwork.
“Half the things in Eames’ house belong to you!” she cries.
Arthur rolls his eyes at that. “He’s got shit taste in everything and it was beginning to hurt all our eyes. I did us all a favour, Ari.”
Ariadne glares at him heatedly. “One of these days, Arthur, you’re just going to have to admit that you and Eames are living together.”
“Until then,” Arthur starts, the beginnings of a smile forced down quickly, “can I get back to my paperwork?”
Title: Your Crowning Glory
Author: sarahyyy
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Word Count: 127
Summary: In which Eames is royalty and Arthur is not amused.
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
A/N: For mesmorizee who requestion Arthur/Eames + Crown.
“You might have said something!” Arthur hisses as he jabs his elbow hard into Eames’ ribs. “Asshole.”
Eames shoots Arthur a dirty look before laughing. “And miss the look on your face when they told you that I was fifth in line for the throne? Never.”
Arthur’s subsiding flush comes back at full force. “You are a right bastard.”
“Be as that may,” Eames says loftily, “there is no one the people adore more than me.”
“The people,” Arthur spits, “don’t know how much of an idiot you are. The people also don’t know that you’re an international mind heist thief. The people, your people, are all blind.”
“Hush,” Eames murmurs, grinning as he adjusts the crown on his head, “that’s no way to talk to royalty.”
Title: Making Love Out of Nothing At All
Author: sarahyyy
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Word Count: 201
Summary: Arthur and Eames fight sometimes. Not always over rational things but they make do.
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
A/N: For dreamalliance who wanted Arthur/Eames + Being Awesome.
Ariadne’s eyes widen and her jaw drops open. “Eames did what?”
Yusuf nods and takes a sip of his tea. “You heard me.”
“And Arthur? What did Arthur do?” Ariadne asks, leaning forward in her seat. “Arthur did do something right?”
Yusuf grins. “Arthur took two knives from the table and threw ‘em, dagger style.”
Ariadne waits for Yusuf to continue but he just smiles. “And?” she urges. “Was it a hit? Was it a miss?”
“Arthur has perfect aim,” Yusuf tells her. “But Eames caught the knives.”
“Both of them?” Ariadne shrieks, not even bothering to look embarrassed when everyone in the diner turns to stare at her.
Yusuf nods again, takes a sip of his tea, and continues. “He threw them back.”
Ariadne gasps. “Arthur caught them. Arthur caught them, didn’t he?”
“Nope,” Yusuf tells her cheerily, “He deflected them with his arm.”
She chokes on her orange juice. “You have got to be kidding me.”
“I kid you not.”
“And then?”
“They started snogging.”
Ariadne blinks. “What?”
“Mm hmm.”
“What exactly were they fighting over again?”
Yusuf shrugs. “What to eat for breakfast, I think. It’s really hard to tell, what with them picking fights all the time.”
Title: Somewhere Only We Know
Author: sarahyyy
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Word Count: 317
Summary: "I’ve been paying all the bills. Half the house belongs to me now."
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
A/N: For parametre who requested Arthur/Eames + Home
“Security in the museum is going to be incredibly tight,” Arthur tells Eames, reading off his file as Eames drives. “Take a left here, Eames. We might as well get milk before heading home.”
Eames dutifully takes a left turn.
Arthur continues reading. “There are three night guards and also security cameras all around the building.”
The car screeches to a sudden halt when Eames steps on the break all of the sudden. “What did you say?”
Arthur frowns. “Three night guards and security cameras-”
“No,” Eames says impatiently. “Before that, pet, what did you say?”
Arthur’s eyebrows shoot up. “We need to get milk?”
Eames stares at him. “The full sentence, Arthur,” he says quietly.
“We might as well get milk before heading home,” Arthur repeats, just as softly. There is a small smile on his face.
“Home,” Eames echoes and wonders when they evolved from your place to home. He wonders if Arthur has always called it home, that maybe he just never realise.
And the realization hits him like a ton of bricks. “You’re living with me.”
The corners of Arthur’s lips curl up. “I’ve been paying all the bills. Half the house belongs to me now.”
Eames grins, wide and happy. “You’re living with me,” he says again.
“Yes,” Arthur replies with a smile and Eames’ heart skips a beat, “I am living with you.”
Eames laughs and twines their hands together. “When we get home, darling, I’m going to shag you on the porch. And against the front door. And in the kitchen. And everywhere and it’s going to be fucking fantastic. When we get home, we’re going to give the neighbours a good show because we can, because it’s our home.”
Arthur’s nose crinkles slightly. “You do know how to ruin a moment.”
And then straight after that, “I think I would like that.”
And then, “Milk first, Mr. Eames.”
Title: I Can Show You The World
Author: sarahyyy
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Word Count: 367
Summary: “Tell me, pet, how would you like to learn how to forge?”
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
A/N: For the Drabble Tree over at 5_prompts .
Before he’d even know that mind heists existed, before he got on board traipsing through people’s minds in search of their deepest, darkest secrets, Arthur -eighteen year old Arthur, minus the suits and the gelled back hair and the air of superiority- first met Eames in a diner.
It wasn’t that Arthur wanted to notice Eames or that Eames was particularly noticeable; Arthur just did because Eames was different. He wore a shirt two sizes too large in all the wrong colours, his smile was a bit too sharp and a bit too mocking, his accent was a bit too deep.
Arthur noticed Eames because he was surprising.
It took Arthur three minutes too late to realize that he was staring at Eames before he turned back to his breakfast but by then the damage was done. Eames was strolling over to him, his smile still a bit too sharp and his stance still a bit too relaxed.
“Hello, darling,” Eames purred and his accent was still too strong and something was still off. “Can I buy you a coffee?”
Arthur had raised an eyebrow and when he opened his mouth, he was going to say no. What he said instead was, “This isn’t your real accent, is it?”
Instead of being offended, Eames’ lips had quirked up into a grin, so wide that it seemed preposterous. “How do you tell?” Eames asked as he slid into Arthur’s booth, his voice considerably lower.
Arthur shrugged. “Everything was off.”
Eames’ grin widened still. “Tell me, pet, how would you like to learn how to forge?”
Arthur frowned. “Forge, as in produce fakes, as in you’re asking me if I want to learn how to be a criminal?”
Eames leaned across the table, his eyes intent. “Forge, as in I can teach you how to become someone else altogether,” he murmurs, “Forge, as in I can show you the world like nothing you’ve seen before.”
Arthur’s frown deepened as he considered Eames’ offer briefly.
“I can teach you how to build your own world, how to do things no one else can do. The question is, pet, do you dare to come with me?”
Arthur left his coffee untouched.
Title: Wherever He Goes, I'll Always Know
Author: sarahyyy
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Word Count: 252
Summary: “Just because you got me out of Malaysia unscathed doesn’t mean that you get to mock me.”
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
A/N: For the Drabble Tree over at 5_prompts .
“Where are you heading to?” Eames asks, getting off the bed on shaky legs. He is careful not to brush against Arthur but allows his eyes to linger on Arthur as Arthur dresses up, fastening up each button meticulously.
Arthur shrugs. “Venice, maybe,” he murmurs as he bends down to retrieve his tie from where it lay on the floor. “Or I might go back to Malaysia to take care of unfinished business.”
Eames snorts. “Don’t push your luck, love. You barely got out of there alive.”
“That was not my fault.” Arthur turns to scowl at Eames. “Just because you got me out of Malaysia unscathed doesn’t mean that you get to mock me.”
“I wasn’t mocking you,” Eames tells him with a roll of his eyes. “You’re being oversensitive.”
Arthur’s scowl deepens but he doesn’t say anything.
“Do I even want to know where you’re going next?” Arthur asks when Eames passes him his jacket.
“Depends,” Eames drawls. “Is it likely that you’re going to come over for a visit?”
Arthur is silent.
“Hawaii,” Eames tells him anyway. “I’m going to lie low for awhile.”
Arthur nods and brushes invisible lint off his suit jacket before he starts to walk to the door of the hotel room.
“Arthur,” Eames calls just as Arthur’s hand closes over the door knob.
Arthur stills but doesn’t turn to look at Eames.
“Don’t get caught,” Eames says, his voice rough with…something, “Don’t get killed.”
Arthur doesn’t say anything, just opens the door and leaves.
Title: Never Listen
Author: sarahyyy
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Word Count: 188
Summary: “Jesus, Eames, we have no time for this.”
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
A/N: For the Drabble Tree over at 5_prompts. There's a line in here from Merlin. =D
Eames’ stare burns a hole through Arthur’s back. “What is this?” he snaps as he picks up the envelope Arthur left on the bedside table.
Arthur doesn’t say anything but his shoulders tense up. Eames rips the envelope open roughly.
“Plane tickets,” Eames scoffs. “What did you think I was going to do? Come back to the apartment, find that you were gone, pick up the plane tickets and fly wherever you meant for me to go?”
Arthur sets his suitcase down and turns to face Eames. When he speaks, it comes out in a tired sigh, “I’m trying to look out for you.”
“Are you? Are you really?” He closes in on Arthur and sneers at him. “Or was it just easier to leave like this when you don’t have to even fucking tell me anything?”
“Jesus, Eames,” Arthur snarls, “we have no time for this. Listen to me, go, leave this place, and take the fucking PASIV with you.”
“You know me, Arthur,” Eames says with a short laugh, “I never listen to you.”
He pulls Arthur forcibly towards him and presses his lips against Arthur’s.
ETA: A Matter of Opinion, Making Love Out of Nothing at All and Somewhere Only We Know has been translated into Russian by inkdaisy . You can find them HERE. =D
Title: A Matter of Opinion
Author: sarahyyy
Rating: G
Character/Pairing: Arthur/Eames(-ish)
Word Count: 149
Summary: Arthur doesn't live with Eames. No, really, he doesn't.
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
A/N: For iantosgal who wanted iantosgal Arthur/Eames + Denial.
“You’re at his house all the time.”
“For work, Ari, you know that.”
“You’re at his house all the time even when the job’s done and everything’s fine and dandy,” she amends quickly.
Arthur pauses for a moment to think the statement through. Then he shrugs. “Debrief.”
“All the time, Arthur,” Ariadne grits out, “No one debriefs that long.”
Arthur shrugs and focuses on reading his paperwork.
“Half the things in Eames’ house belong to you!” she cries.
Arthur rolls his eyes at that. “He’s got shit taste in everything and it was beginning to hurt all our eyes. I did us all a favour, Ari.”
Ariadne glares at him heatedly. “One of these days, Arthur, you’re just going to have to admit that you and Eames are living together.”
“Until then,” Arthur starts, the beginnings of a smile forced down quickly, “can I get back to my paperwork?”
Title: Your Crowning Glory
Author: sarahyyy
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Word Count: 127
Summary: In which Eames is royalty and Arthur is not amused.
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
A/N: For mesmorizee who requestion Arthur/Eames + Crown.
“You might have said something!” Arthur hisses as he jabs his elbow hard into Eames’ ribs. “Asshole.”
Eames shoots Arthur a dirty look before laughing. “And miss the look on your face when they told you that I was fifth in line for the throne? Never.”
Arthur’s subsiding flush comes back at full force. “You are a right bastard.”
“Be as that may,” Eames says loftily, “there is no one the people adore more than me.”
“The people,” Arthur spits, “don’t know how much of an idiot you are. The people also don’t know that you’re an international mind heist thief. The people, your people, are all blind.”
“Hush,” Eames murmurs, grinning as he adjusts the crown on his head, “that’s no way to talk to royalty.”
Title: Making Love Out of Nothing At All
Author: sarahyyy
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Word Count: 201
Summary: Arthur and Eames fight sometimes. Not always over rational things but they make do.
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
A/N: For dreamalliance who wanted Arthur/Eames + Being Awesome.
Ariadne’s eyes widen and her jaw drops open. “Eames did what?”
Yusuf nods and takes a sip of his tea. “You heard me.”
“And Arthur? What did Arthur do?” Ariadne asks, leaning forward in her seat. “Arthur did do something right?”
Yusuf grins. “Arthur took two knives from the table and threw ‘em, dagger style.”
Ariadne waits for Yusuf to continue but he just smiles. “And?” she urges. “Was it a hit? Was it a miss?”
“Arthur has perfect aim,” Yusuf tells her. “But Eames caught the knives.”
“Both of them?” Ariadne shrieks, not even bothering to look embarrassed when everyone in the diner turns to stare at her.
Yusuf nods again, takes a sip of his tea, and continues. “He threw them back.”
Ariadne gasps. “Arthur caught them. Arthur caught them, didn’t he?”
“Nope,” Yusuf tells her cheerily, “He deflected them with his arm.”
She chokes on her orange juice. “You have got to be kidding me.”
“I kid you not.”
“And then?”
“They started snogging.”
Ariadne blinks. “What?”
“Mm hmm.”
“What exactly were they fighting over again?”
Yusuf shrugs. “What to eat for breakfast, I think. It’s really hard to tell, what with them picking fights all the time.”
Title: Somewhere Only We Know
Author: sarahyyy
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Word Count: 317
Summary: "I’ve been paying all the bills. Half the house belongs to me now."
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
A/N: For parametre who requested Arthur/Eames + Home
“Security in the museum is going to be incredibly tight,” Arthur tells Eames, reading off his file as Eames drives. “Take a left here, Eames. We might as well get milk before heading home.”
Eames dutifully takes a left turn.
Arthur continues reading. “There are three night guards and also security cameras all around the building.”
The car screeches to a sudden halt when Eames steps on the break all of the sudden. “What did you say?”
Arthur frowns. “Three night guards and security cameras-”
“No,” Eames says impatiently. “Before that, pet, what did you say?”
Arthur’s eyebrows shoot up. “We need to get milk?”
Eames stares at him. “The full sentence, Arthur,” he says quietly.
“We might as well get milk before heading home,” Arthur repeats, just as softly. There is a small smile on his face.
“Home,” Eames echoes and wonders when they evolved from your place to home. He wonders if Arthur has always called it home, that maybe he just never realise.
And the realization hits him like a ton of bricks. “You’re living with me.”
The corners of Arthur’s lips curl up. “I’ve been paying all the bills. Half the house belongs to me now.”
Eames grins, wide and happy. “You’re living with me,” he says again.
“Yes,” Arthur replies with a smile and Eames’ heart skips a beat, “I am living with you.”
Eames laughs and twines their hands together. “When we get home, darling, I’m going to shag you on the porch. And against the front door. And in the kitchen. And everywhere and it’s going to be fucking fantastic. When we get home, we’re going to give the neighbours a good show because we can, because it’s our home.”
Arthur’s nose crinkles slightly. “You do know how to ruin a moment.”
And then straight after that, “I think I would like that.”
And then, “Milk first, Mr. Eames.”
Title: I Can Show You The World
Author: sarahyyy
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Word Count: 367
Summary: “Tell me, pet, how would you like to learn how to forge?”
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
A/N: For the Drabble Tree over at 5_prompts .
Before he’d even know that mind heists existed, before he got on board traipsing through people’s minds in search of their deepest, darkest secrets, Arthur -eighteen year old Arthur, minus the suits and the gelled back hair and the air of superiority- first met Eames in a diner.
It wasn’t that Arthur wanted to notice Eames or that Eames was particularly noticeable; Arthur just did because Eames was different. He wore a shirt two sizes too large in all the wrong colours, his smile was a bit too sharp and a bit too mocking, his accent was a bit too deep.
Arthur noticed Eames because he was surprising.
It took Arthur three minutes too late to realize that he was staring at Eames before he turned back to his breakfast but by then the damage was done. Eames was strolling over to him, his smile still a bit too sharp and his stance still a bit too relaxed.
“Hello, darling,” Eames purred and his accent was still too strong and something was still off. “Can I buy you a coffee?”
Arthur had raised an eyebrow and when he opened his mouth, he was going to say no. What he said instead was, “This isn’t your real accent, is it?”
Instead of being offended, Eames’ lips had quirked up into a grin, so wide that it seemed preposterous. “How do you tell?” Eames asked as he slid into Arthur’s booth, his voice considerably lower.
Arthur shrugged. “Everything was off.”
Eames’ grin widened still. “Tell me, pet, how would you like to learn how to forge?”
Arthur frowned. “Forge, as in produce fakes, as in you’re asking me if I want to learn how to be a criminal?”
Eames leaned across the table, his eyes intent. “Forge, as in I can teach you how to become someone else altogether,” he murmurs, “Forge, as in I can show you the world like nothing you’ve seen before.”
Arthur’s frown deepened as he considered Eames’ offer briefly.
“I can teach you how to build your own world, how to do things no one else can do. The question is, pet, do you dare to come with me?”
Arthur left his coffee untouched.
Title: Wherever He Goes, I'll Always Know
Author: sarahyyy
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Word Count: 252
Summary: “Just because you got me out of Malaysia unscathed doesn’t mean that you get to mock me.”
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
A/N: For the Drabble Tree over at 5_prompts .
“Where are you heading to?” Eames asks, getting off the bed on shaky legs. He is careful not to brush against Arthur but allows his eyes to linger on Arthur as Arthur dresses up, fastening up each button meticulously.
Arthur shrugs. “Venice, maybe,” he murmurs as he bends down to retrieve his tie from where it lay on the floor. “Or I might go back to Malaysia to take care of unfinished business.”
Eames snorts. “Don’t push your luck, love. You barely got out of there alive.”
“That was not my fault.” Arthur turns to scowl at Eames. “Just because you got me out of Malaysia unscathed doesn’t mean that you get to mock me.”
“I wasn’t mocking you,” Eames tells him with a roll of his eyes. “You’re being oversensitive.”
Arthur’s scowl deepens but he doesn’t say anything.
“Do I even want to know where you’re going next?” Arthur asks when Eames passes him his jacket.
“Depends,” Eames drawls. “Is it likely that you’re going to come over for a visit?”
Arthur is silent.
“Hawaii,” Eames tells him anyway. “I’m going to lie low for awhile.”
Arthur nods and brushes invisible lint off his suit jacket before he starts to walk to the door of the hotel room.
“Arthur,” Eames calls just as Arthur’s hand closes over the door knob.
Arthur stills but doesn’t turn to look at Eames.
“Don’t get caught,” Eames says, his voice rough with…something, “Don’t get killed.”
Arthur doesn’t say anything, just opens the door and leaves.
Title: Never Listen
Author: sarahyyy
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Word Count: 188
Summary: “Jesus, Eames, we have no time for this.”
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
A/N: For the Drabble Tree over at 5_prompts. There's a line in here from Merlin. =D
Eames’ stare burns a hole through Arthur’s back. “What is this?” he snaps as he picks up the envelope Arthur left on the bedside table.
Arthur doesn’t say anything but his shoulders tense up. Eames rips the envelope open roughly.
“Plane tickets,” Eames scoffs. “What did you think I was going to do? Come back to the apartment, find that you were gone, pick up the plane tickets and fly wherever you meant for me to go?”
Arthur sets his suitcase down and turns to face Eames. When he speaks, it comes out in a tired sigh, “I’m trying to look out for you.”
“Are you? Are you really?” He closes in on Arthur and sneers at him. “Or was it just easier to leave like this when you don’t have to even fucking tell me anything?”
“Jesus, Eames,” Arthur snarls, “we have no time for this. Listen to me, go, leave this place, and take the fucking PASIV with you.”
“You know me, Arthur,” Eames says with a short laugh, “I never listen to you.”
He pulls Arthur forcibly towards him and presses his lips against Arthur’s.
ETA: A Matter of Opinion, Making Love Out of Nothing at All and Somewhere Only We Know has been translated into Russian by inkdaisy . You can find them HERE. =D