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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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I love this fic and poor lovesick Arthur!
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“I’ve always like Manhattan.”
Arthur stares. He stares and stares some more, but Eames doesn’t falter. “You’re shitting me, right?”
“Why?” Eames asks, and he has the nerve to look affronted. “People name their children after cities all the time!”
“Yes, yes they do. Only one, she is not our child, and two, it’s normally a city with some intrinsic meaning. Like the city where they fell in love, or got married, or conceived.”
“Yes,” Eames says. That’s apparently the extent of his rebuttal.
“Eames, we’ve only been in Manhattan together once. To the best of my knowledge, none of those things happened. And I got stabbed! Twice! Kavanagh caught up ( ... )
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“Sma!”
“You know what? Yeah, I’ve got a lot of sma, too.” She’s in his lap, facing him, and she’s got this look on her face like she thinks she’s supporting herself, like she thinks she’s already hauling her own, and it’s almost smug, but Arthur’s got both of her hands in his, keeping her there, and nobody can sit at an angle like that without losing balance. That’s, what, a fifty degree angle? Fifty-five? Sixty? “Don’t worry,” he tells her. “I’ll brush up on my math before we start the whole homeschooling thing ( ... )
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“Arthur, darling, I truly have to go,” Eames says, and Arthur knows he’s not nearly as apologetic as he sounds. “It seems this is going to take some persuading.”
“Try to end this in a civilized manner,” Arthur says, though honestly, who the fuck is he kidding?
“All shall love me and despair,” Eames says, and then the line goes dead.
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These comment limits are bitches. Lamest part c ever.
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