Jonquil in December by wldnst (PG-13)
One last rec to close out the year. Thanks so much for letting me share some of my favourites with you, and particularly the great array of Arthur/Eames stories out there. There's much more to the fandom than just that, though, so be sure to check out the fandom overview and the resources there no matter what you're interested in.
There were so many stories I wasn't able to rec by many, many phenomenal authors, and many of the authors I did choose have many stories to choose from. Inception is a veritable buffet of good writing. I hope I've at least given you the impetus to search out more fic in this fandom. My work here is done--at least for now.
Fandom: INCEPTION
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Length: ~ 11,840 words
Author on LJ: wldnst
Author Website: Fic Masterlist
Why this must be read: This is a very recent story (Dec. 13) written for this December's dream_holiday exchange, and it brings the "team" (Arthur, Eames, Yusuf, Dom, and the Cobb kids, now older) together to celebrate the holidays--specifically the winter solstice--at Ariadne's invitation. In Vermont.
As happens when groups of friends or colleagues sit around the fire, people ask questions and share stories. The question is: How did Arthur and Eames meet? And the answer isn't that simple or straightforward. (Also, people lie.) It's also not just sharing stories, but by using the dream technology, they can all go under and "see" the story unfolding, which is an awesome idea.
I adore origin stories, and I particularly love origin stories that reflect the inaccuracies of memory, the secret moments people want to keep to themselves, the small things that are only small at the time, how different people remember the same story. The "twist" in this one is sure to be a surprise, but it's sweet and lovely, and I think it's a good place to end these recs ... with a glimpse back to the beginnings.
“We agreed that we’d avoid attachments,” Eames continues. And Arthur skirts along the edge of the bed until they’re sitting side by side.
“We did,” he agrees. “And yet we seem to have become attached.”
“And Ariadne is?” Eames asks.
“A good architect,” Arthur says. “Better than I ever was, better than Nash could ever hope to be. It’s not like I’m suggesting we have sex with her.”
“Mm,” Eames acquiesces. “And I do appreciate that. You know how I feel about sharing.”
“It’s like you didn’t learn anything in kindergarten,” Arthur says, putting his hands behind him on the bed. They’re both leaning back and their thighs are pressed together, and there’s a beat of silence and warmth. “Did you even go to kindergarten?”
“They didn’t teach me anything, and they didn’t teach you anything, either,” Eames replies, and then one arm is snaking around Arthur’s waist.
“I told Ariadne we wouldn’t do this,” Arthur says, and Eames just laughs into his mouth, a quick burst of breath that’s replaced by tongue. They fall together so easily, now, that Arthur slides into Eames’ lap with scarcely a thought, and Eames’ hands on his hips feel so familiar that it’s hard to believe they were ever absent.
“Don’t even pretend,” Ariadne says when they’re back downstairs.
On LJ: Jonquil in December
It doesn't matter how old or new or (how popular) a story is, authors love feedback!
There were so many stories I wasn't able to rec by many, many phenomenal authors, and many of the authors I did choose have many stories to choose from. Inception is a veritable buffet of good writing. I hope I've at least given you the impetus to search out more fic in this fandom. My work here is done--at least for now.
Fandom: INCEPTION
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Length: ~ 11,840 words
Author on LJ: wldnst
Author Website: Fic Masterlist
Why this must be read: This is a very recent story (Dec. 13) written for this December's dream_holiday exchange, and it brings the "team" (Arthur, Eames, Yusuf, Dom, and the Cobb kids, now older) together to celebrate the holidays--specifically the winter solstice--at Ariadne's invitation. In Vermont.
As happens when groups of friends or colleagues sit around the fire, people ask questions and share stories. The question is: How did Arthur and Eames meet? And the answer isn't that simple or straightforward. (Also, people lie.) It's also not just sharing stories, but by using the dream technology, they can all go under and "see" the story unfolding, which is an awesome idea.
I adore origin stories, and I particularly love origin stories that reflect the inaccuracies of memory, the secret moments people want to keep to themselves, the small things that are only small at the time, how different people remember the same story. The "twist" in this one is sure to be a surprise, but it's sweet and lovely, and I think it's a good place to end these recs ... with a glimpse back to the beginnings.
“We agreed that we’d avoid attachments,” Eames continues. And Arthur skirts along the edge of the bed until they’re sitting side by side.
“We did,” he agrees. “And yet we seem to have become attached.”
“And Ariadne is?” Eames asks.
“A good architect,” Arthur says. “Better than I ever was, better than Nash could ever hope to be. It’s not like I’m suggesting we have sex with her.”
“Mm,” Eames acquiesces. “And I do appreciate that. You know how I feel about sharing.”
“It’s like you didn’t learn anything in kindergarten,” Arthur says, putting his hands behind him on the bed. They’re both leaning back and their thighs are pressed together, and there’s a beat of silence and warmth. “Did you even go to kindergarten?”
“They didn’t teach me anything, and they didn’t teach you anything, either,” Eames replies, and then one arm is snaking around Arthur’s waist.
“I told Ariadne we wouldn’t do this,” Arthur says, and Eames just laughs into his mouth, a quick burst of breath that’s replaced by tongue. They fall together so easily, now, that Arthur slides into Eames’ lap with scarcely a thought, and Eames’ hands on his hips feel so familiar that it’s hard to believe they were ever absent.
“Don’t even pretend,” Ariadne says when they’re back downstairs.
On LJ: Jonquil in December
It doesn't matter how old or new or (how popular) a story is, authors love feedback!