go to sleep, mr eames.

this is probably a little overdue, since I’ve had this account for a month at least now, but oh well. 

hello! my name is grey, i write arthur x eames fanfiction and i’m obsessed with many things. here are some things you should know about me: 

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Hello! This is unrelated to Inception (actually, this playlist has some songs from the Inception soundtrack but that doesn’t matter), but I made a mini study playlist featuring some very geeky and nostalgic songs. 

I was tagged by @4ce-in-sp4ce  and @kitkatqueen1

Last song: Dance While The Sky Crashes Down by Jason Webley

Last Movie: Parasite

Currently watching: Attack on Titan

Currently Reading: Flowers for Algernon (for the tenth time)

Currently craving: A chocolate brownie

"To Eames' house," Arthur replied, distracted.

"Eames? Your relationship is purely... professional, I hope?" The question was asked lightly, but there seems to be a tenseness hidden underneath.

"Why the question?" Arthur grabbed his backpack, filled with the paperwork from today. He would sign all of it, he promised himself. Just after he'd had a few glasses of wine with Eames...

"Arthur, ANSWER ME!" Cobb bellowed.

"Jeez, Cobb. What does it matter?" Then he stopped. Was Cobb... jealous?

"Stay behind," Cobb growled. "Finish signing the papers. Then you can go."

Arthur sighed. "Fine."

***

"Jesus Christ, Arthur, what's happened to you? Is it raining?" Arthur stood in Eames' doorway, dripping wet. He decided to stay silent so Eames could figure it out for himself. "Well, come in. What took you so long?"

"Cobb made me finish off the work for today." He snickered. "He's jealous of us."

Eames smiled. "Don't blame him. I'm jealous of us."

Arthur rolled his eyes.

There was a pause. "You don't think... Cobb found out about the plan?"

Arthur waved him away. "No way. Don't be so paranoid."

Eames poured them both a glass of wine.

They sat in silence for a while. Eames was staring at Arthur, and Arthur had caught him in the act.

"What?" Arthur blushed.

"You're adorable," Eames said, smiling.

Arthur opened his mouth to speak, then closed it. A smile spread across his face. This was different to the many times he had said it beforehand. That was flirtatious, silly, him laughing at Arthur. This seemed... genuine.

Eames clocked Arthur's lack of reaction and backtracked. "Oh, sorry! I don't want to make you uncomfortable. Let's forget I ever said that."

"No, it's okay," Arthur whispered.

Eames paused for a moment, then spoke. "If I'm honest, Arthur, I really like you."

The silence felt thick, and Arthur couldn't breathe for a second.

"I like everything about you. I love your way of concentrating on your work so hard that you don't let the world through. I love how your forehead wrinkles when you see something you like. I love the way you smile when I've managed to get through to you. I like you a lot, Arthur, and I sometimes think I'm qualified so say the word love. But I won't, because I don't want to make you uncomfortable. So, if you want me out of your life, or you don't feel the same way, say the word and I'll leave. You'll never see me again."

During the course of his speech, Arthur had reached his hand over, and clasped Eames' hand.

"But... why me? How can you be so sure?"

Eames' eyes began to tear up. "There are approximately seven billion people on this Earth. I haven't met them all, but I know that there is no one, absolutely no one like you. There is no one I'd rather be with than you."

Arthur began to laugh. The he began to cry. A bubble of snot popped out of his nose. "You old sop."

Eames snorted. "You're the one drowning in your own snot, and I'm the sop?"

"I thought... I thought you hated me," Arthur giggled.

Eames sighed. "Arthur, I don't offer my apartment to my worst enemies! I really like watching you sleep, by the way."

Arthur groaned. "I thought I was the one who was watching you."

"You underestimate my ability to not sleep at all," Eames said.

"I like you too, for the record. We just don't agree on a lot of things," Arthur frowned. "Before we get into a relationship, I'm going to have to write you a questionnaire to figure out what we have in common." A small smile spread over Arthur's face, but he tried to hide it. Eames' expression was incredibly serious.

"Good idea."

"I was JOKING! Eames, stop taking stuff I say so seriously! God, we are useless," Arthur laughed.

Eames looked shy for a second. "Can I kiss you?"

Arthur smiled. "You can have all the kisses." Absentmindedly, he took a sip of wine. 

The memories flooded back, and Arthur watched himself from a third person perspective as the wine touches his lips and the poison took hold of his body.

As he collapsed, and Eames' beautiful face floated into his line of vision.

He remembered, his last thought wasn't, you fucking bastard, you killed me. It wasn't, I will hate you for all of eternity.

Chapters: 13/13 Fandom: Inception (2010), Inception (2010) RPF Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Arthur/Eames (Inception) Characters: Arthur (Inception), Eames (Inception), Ariadne (Inception), Dom Cobb, Saito (Inception) Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Gay, Alternate Universe - Canon, Fluff and Angst, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Character Death, Death, Angst, Cute, Gay Male Character, Mild Smut, Protective Eames (Inception), Bottom Arthur, Slow Burn, LGBTQ Themes, Asian Character(s), British, Gay Character, Love Confessions, Love, Love/Hate Summary:

I will kill Eames, Arthur thought. I will kill him exactly the same way he killed me. It will be poetic, it will be beautiful, and most of all, it will be revenge.

"Here goes nothing," Eames muttered, then tilted his head back and drank it.

"How long does it take to work?" Eames asked.

"About five minutes." Yusef's eyes were filled with sadness. "To tell you the truth, Eames, I lied."

The room began to spin. "What?"

"It's not a sedative. It's a poison." It took a few seconds for this to register. Eames tried to get up, to run, to do anything, but it felt as if his legs were filled with lead. His head began to droop. Shock registered vaguely, then panic. Thoughts began to swirl in his head, a hurricane of thought and colours and friends and love and everything that had ever mattered to him, crumbling in front of him.

Would you ever die for Arthur? The voice is his head relentlessly asked. Yes, he thought. Yes, he would. Because, like it or not, he was going to.

"The thing is," Yusef was still talking, his voice barely above a whisper. His voice sounded like a drone in his ear. He couldn't see, couldn't blink, couldn't breath. "Cobb payed me to finish off his job. That's how I knew about Arthur. But-" His voice cracked. "I'm not the bad guy here. I'm not. I just want you to be together with Arthur. And what better way to do that if you're both dead?"

A small smile tugged as Yusef's lips. "Some day you'll thank me for this. Or not."

Thanks for the ask! I decided to write this because this was actually a really good idea! Enjoy! 

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Tendrils of red blossomed like a fingers reaching out, desperately trying to find something to hang onto. The blood bloomed in bursts of crimson on Arthur’s crisp, white shirt, now soiled with warm, sticky blood.

 It was the beauty of it, the fact that it looked like the beginnings of a sunset, so much like the many sunsets Arthur and Eames had watched together, that sickened Eames. There was beauty to be found anywhere, he had been told since a young age, when he was just a boy, falling in love with the world through the eyes of naivety.

But he hadn’t known that he would find beauty in his love, his Arthur, his darling, dying. That as Arthur’s beautiful eyes, the colour of honey in the sun, would stare at him, so open, and yet so loving, as Eames’ eyes filled with tears, he would still be trying to find the beauty in this life. 

He would have to hang on for Arthur’s sake. 

“Eames?” Arthur’s voice was like a whisper in the breeze, barely there. “I think somebody shot me.”

And it was that. It was Arthur, brave, strong Arthur, so confused as to the thought that someone could have possibly wanted to kill him, that finally caused Eames to break down, just for a moment. A single, racking sob escaped.

“Hang on. You’re going to be okay. Lie down. You’re going to be okay, I promise. I’ve just got to bandage it-” 

Eames fumbled with the bandages, his hands shaking, desperately trying to plaster them onto Arthur’s bleeding wound. He couldn’t stop shaking, why couldn’t he stop shaking? Why couldn’t it just stop? Why couldn’t everything just stop?

“I’ll come back for you, Arthur. I promise,” Eames said, trying to get Arthur to see, see that he would, damn him if he didn’t. 

When Arthur’s voice emerged, it was a raspy croak, but it was still Arthur, beautiful, brave Arthur. 

“I love you, Eames.” His voice shook, and cracked. It was barely there, but his voice held the entire pain of the moment. Perhaps of a lifetime. 

“I love you more, darling,” Eames smiled. It was bittersweet. 

It was a few more seconds before Eames spoke again. “Arthur! Arthur, do you hear me?” Arthur didn’t respond. “Wake up!”

Arthur’s eyes fluttered open. He was fighting it, perhaps for Eames’ sake. 

“Do you hear me? Don’t forget about me. Don’t lose yourself! I’ll come for you and get you out of Limbo.”

“I won’t... forget.” Arthur whispered. 

“Good.” Eames clutched Arthur’s hand, willing him to stay. 

“Tell me something good.” Arthur’s voice was the smallest thing, childlike, almost. 

“Listen.” He paused. “You’re waiting for a train.” A sob caught in his throat, and he pushed it down. He stared into Arthur’s eyes, which were slowly being drained of life, but they were still Arthur’s vibrant eyes, the same eyes he could have stared into for hours if he’s let him. “A train that will take you far away.” His voice rose. “You think you know where this train will take you! But you can’t know for sure.” A small smile tugged at Arthur’s lips. “But it doesn’t matter.” 

A single tear rolled down his cheek. Eames gently wiped it away. 

“Tell me why,” Arthur whispered. 

Eames leant down and kissed Arthur gently on the lips. This time, it spoke of a goodbye.