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I want to see them navigate the logistics of their line of work, the complexities of their relationship, and their own personal hang ups, to arrive at the end still complete BAMFs, still monumentally dysfunctional, still flawed people, but committed to their family and doing the best they can.
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When things go wrong in the business of extraction, they go really fucking wrong. It’s never a minor slip-up, and there’s no such thing as a quick fix. There are always consequences, and they can be dire.
Falco’s their extractor, with Cobb out of the business for the foreseeable future. This is the second time Arthur’s worked with him in a row. This is the ninth time he’s worked with Eames in a row, the twelfth time since Inception, thirteen months ago. Eames has always done a commendable job of playing extractor, charming secrets out of projections, cracking safes as easy as cracking fingers. But this job required a forger, and as brilliant as Eames is, as reliable and talented as he is, he can’t do two jobs. He can’t be in two places at once.
Eames replaced the Cobb-shaped hole in Arthur’s life. But there was nothing emotional about this void.
When people use the word loyal to describe Arthur, they ( ... )
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“Falco took Advil.”
“I had a headache!” Falco is white, white, white. He looks no better than the Johnsons, lying dead on their bedroom floor. “You killed them. Oh my fucking God, they’re dead! You did that ( ... )
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This was such an unexpected start! I love this! ♥
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(LOL I'm really excited about this fill)
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Falco is gone, they dropped him off at the airport an hour ago. They’re passing through Poughkeepsie, Eames at the wheel and paying no more attention to the road than Falco was. “I don’t see any other plausible options, Arthur.”
“The hospital seemed perfectly plausible to me! So did a church, a temple, hell, Eames, even a fucking daycare. Much more plausible than you keeping the damn kid ( ... )
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Which is just the icing on the cake, isn’t it. “Eames. Eames, please. Please tell me you’ve held a baby before.”
“Not all of our mothers had six children, Arthur! I’m an only child, there were never any babies to hold!”
“But you want to keep her!” Arthur laughs, because it’s funny. It is. It’s fucking hysterical how Eames, the most capable person Arthur knows, wants to blunder on into this new situation with his eyes shut tight and his hands tied behind his back. “You’ve never held a fucking baby, and you’re pleading with me to let you keep one?”
“I do not plead, Arthu ( ... )
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