Imagine being an architect on Cobb's team and Arthur falls in love with you.
The way that you worked, the delicacy, the intricacy, it was unlike anything that Arthur had ever seen before. Staying in the dreams of your creation, even if for a little while, felt like walking into an art installation, with the most beautiful details that he had ever seen in his life - you were truly an artist.
Arthur had grown enamoured with you, completely, and utterly. His face could do nothing to hide it, not when he lit up every time that you entered the room, not when he was constantly seeking you out to make sure that you were safe, close by, within view, no matter where you were. “Stop staring, you’re making me feel like I’m watching a Disney film,” Eames muttered. To which Arthur just flushed a new shade of red and looked away for a moment, hoping that you hadn’t heard his colleague’s words. You weren’t aware of his feelings - or so he thought.
His fears were confirmed when you looked over at that moment, and stood up, walking over. A train voyage was taking the team towards their destination, and it was comfortable inside, cushy, and the way that you moved down the aisle like you owned it, just to sit beside him of all people. With him. He tried his best to look casual, to look out the window, adjusting his jacket, fiddling around with the sleeves. Truly, he was completely lost, and Eames sat across from him now, chuckling about it. “Let me leave you two lovebirds alone,” He said, standing up, winking over at Arthur as he moved to sit in a different spot.
“He’s being an idiot,” Arthur said, daring a look over to your face, only to see that you too had an amused expression on your face. Though he loved it, he dreaded it right now, preparing himself for some teasing from you too. No, he didn’t think he could handle that.
“He was right,” You hummed, looking over his face. “You really aren’t a big dreamer, are you?”
His throat went dry. He licked his lips, straightened his back, and looked over to you. “What do you mean?”
“Come on, Arthur. I’ve been waiting for weeks for you to say something. Anything,” You said, poking his arm. “But it seems like not even in your wildest dreams will you make a move. I’ve seen the way that you look at me, but you lack the actual … impulse to do anything about it.”
He coughed into his hand, not expecting any of that. He flushed further, looking like a lobster with a sunburn at this point. His pale skin did nothing to cover that up. “I don’t lack the impulse,” He stammered.
“I care about you too,” You interrupted. “How about we start there?”
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a/n - this is going to be multiple parts as I thought that would be preferable to a 20k fic. So let me know what you think! Also should I make a taglist for this???? (it's my first time doing a multi-chapter so I don't really know :)
description - y/n, the daughter of the thief Dominic Cobb and the late Mal Cobb, joined her father on the run. Knowing her fathers innocence, she couldn't bear to be without him, so she gave up on her architecture degree and followed him into the world of dreams. They do jobs together and, even though Cobb worries about the amount of danger he's putting her in he'd rather her be with him in the dreams rather than on the outside with his name like a brand. In the latest job they are given, Cobb finds peace and Y/n finds her one true love.
*reader is 20*
warnings - angst, dream infiltrating, incepting an idea into someones mind (which comes with it's own ethical qualms), mentions of death, creepy men.
word count - 1.2k
a/n - watched Oppenheimer so yeah...Cillian Murphy.
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Some thought I was stupid. Following my father into a life of crime. Every day my life was threatened and every day I felt unsafe in my skin. But I couldn’t let my father go. I knew mom hadn’t been well since they woke from their dream.
Dad had told me they’d been stuck for 50 years and I suddenly realised how muddled my mom had become. So I knew there was no way he’d killed her that night. She’d wanted to wake up and she wanted him to come with her.
So I followed my dad because I’d rather be a criminal than be without him. Some thought my father was stupid for letting me follow. But truth was, he wanted me with him as well. We couldn’t see James and Philippa so we settled for the family we had left. Us two.
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The clock’s hands on my watch reached 30. I hurriedly placed the headphones onto Nash’s head and began the music.
Arthur woke up first as the sedative wore off. He told me that Saito had figured it out and we needed to disappear. I helped him with the others. Seconds later Nash and dad woke up in succession.
“How did you mess up the carpet?”
“I didn’t know he was going to rub his face on it.” I rolled my eyes at his incompetency.
“You always have to expect them to do the unexpected!” I voiced my concerns.
“Oh yeah how about you go down there with us instead of judging from up here!”
“I’ve been in dreams longer than you’ve been alive my friend.” I smirked at him but felt him sidle up to my ear and whisper. “I’d have you on the carpet.” He was roughly shoved back by Arthur. In the years of him working with my dad, Arthur had practically become my protector and he looked out for me at every turn. He glared at Nash in warning and jerked his head towards where my dad was packing up. Arthur could handle him on his own but he relished in the fear that spread across his eyes.
I helped my dad pack up the case and took the hand he offered me as he led me down the bullet train.
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I joined dad in his hotel room with Arthur and we prepared to leave. We only stayed in the same room in very dire circumstances as dad believed I was safer far from him. Or because he felt safer alone.
When I entered, I noticed the spinning top.
Mom.
Dad followed my eyes and then looked down ashamed. I knew what he was doing. He was hanging on the balance of dream and reality, convincing himself that mom was wrong.
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We three came to the rooftop, ready to fly away from this mess. But the closer we got, we noticed Nash slumped, bloody and bruised. Suddenly Saito appeared from the other side.
“He sold you out, in exchange for my sparing of his life.” Of course, it would be him! I tried to appear angry but I felt nothing. Our lives would be over soon.
Saito offered my father a gun but he declined saying that he doesn’t handle things that way. As Nash was dragged out of the helicopter we were invited to take our seats. I followed nervously.
“What will you do with him?”
“Nothing, but I can’t speak for Cobal engineering.” Ice ran down my spine, understanding the fate we narrowly avoided. Dad grasped my shaking hands.
“What do you want from us?”
“Inception. Is it possible?” Dad tensed and tightened his grip on my hands.
“Of course not!” Arthur answered.
“If you can steal an idea from someone’s mind, why can’t you plant one instead.”
“Okay, here’s me planting an idea in your mind. I say, ‘don’t think about elephants’, what do you think about?”
“Elephants.”
“Right but it wasn’t your idea. Because you know I gave it to you.”
I jumped in to assist. “The subjects mind can always trace the genesis of the idea, true inspiration is impossible to fake.”
My dad softly whispered beside me, and I managed to make out his disagreement with mine and Arthur’s points.
“Can you do it?” Saito smirked.
“Are you offering me a choice? Cause I can find my own way to square things with Cobal.”
“Then you have a choice.”
“Then I choose to leave, sir.”
“You want to take that risk? You want her to take that risk?” His piercing eyes lifted to mine and I felt my dad’s palms sweat at the thought of me in danger. He knew Cobal engineering would not even spare his daughter.
We landed outside of a private jet and I jumped out first ready to leave. I was enchanted by the scale of the jet but my happiness was short lived when I remembered who I was and what was going to happen, once again. Arthur and Dad joined my stride but we were halted by Saito’s voice. A final plea.
“How would you like to go home.” No. How dare he taunt us like that. There was nothing I wanted more than to go home with my dad and he chooses to dangle that freedom in front of us like a donkey with a carrot!
“Can’t fix that! No one can!”
“Just like Inception.” I don’t know if it was the sincerity in his voice but I chose to shuck off Arthur’s hand on my arm and walk back towards the helicopter.
“You’re serious. Aren’t you? Well how complex is the idea.”
"y/n what are you doing?"
“Simple enough.”
I scoffed. “No idea is simple enough if you have to plant it in someone’s mind.”
“My main competitor is an old man in poor health. His son will soon inherit his father’s business. I need him to decide to break up his father’s empire.” A business deal. Did I expect anything less. At least we could remove emotions from it. Simple and transactional.
My father joined the discussion. “If I did this-If I even could do this.” He grabbed my hand. “We’d need a guarantee. How do I know you can deliver?”
“You don’t! But I can. So, do you want to take a leap of faith?”
I shivered hearing my mother’s words pour out of this man’s mouth.
“Or become an old man, filled with regret?”
Dad lowered his head into a gentle nod.
“Assemble your team Mr Cobb, and choose your people more wisely.” The helicopter doors closed and up it went. In a daze I followed them onto the jet and sat down, silent.
“Look, I know how much you two want to go home--”
“No. Arthur, you don’t.” The first words I’d said in over an hour. I punctuated them by standing up and locking myself in the bathroom. Dad’s fingers brushed mine as I left in a brazen attempt to stop me.
As I sat there I thought back on my life, specifically the before. Pictures and films of our happy family danced through my head and I cried. I cried for the first time since we’d left that day. Since I’d hugged my baby siblings goodbye and promised them I’d be back soon. I cried thinking there might be a way. This was our chance.
I splashed water on my face and made my way back out with a fresh smile. I rested my arm on my dad’s shoulder.
“we’re doing this.” I announced. “I know, sweetie.”
I relaxed back into my seat, assured in our choice but nervous of the outcome. “So, where to now.”
Imagine the two of you always flirting playfully until one night you confess your feelings to Eames drunkenly.
Yes. You were drunk. Yes. You could run fast. Especially when running from cops.
As soon as you two reached your car, you opened the doors and got in as fast as possible.
“Eames, I am impressed. How many bottles have gou emptied in those five minutes? 3? 5? I lost count, honey.” You asked and grinned ag the slightly older man.
“Your condescension, as always, is much appreciated, darling.” Eames grinned back at you.
You let out a wheezing laughter.
“But you hourself didn’t drink much less, did you?” Eames asked you and you let out another chuckle.
You held up four fingers.
“Four what?” Eames teased you.
“Four shots or four bottles?”
Your face was beaming with joy as you answered.
“Bottles.” You hiccuped. Eames started to giggle.
“You’re cute when drunk.” He mumbled and looked admiringly at you trying to remember each and every inch of your face before the alcohol in his blood would wash away all the memories from tonight.
You let out a deep satisfied sigh and closed your eyes. A soft smile tugged at your lips.
“I love you, Eames.” You said quietly.
“You what?” Eames asked as if he didn’t hear those three words that he waited so long for finally coming out of your mouth.
“You heard me.” You told him opening your eyes again to give him a sincere look.
“I love you, Eames. Always have, always will.” You repeated.
“I know.” Eames answered simply and leaned in to kiss you.
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Sneak Peak for Chapter 8 of "You're waiting for a train..."
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“She nearly put this whole mission in je—” He defended with a surprising amount of conviction.
“No don’t give me that!” I fumed at his official attitude. Scoffing at his apparent corporate nature. “She made a mistake. We’ve all made them.” I tilted my head towards him in an unspoken statement. “But for some reason she is held to a higher standard than us all.”
His mouth opened in silent argument, but his false words would give away no sound. I went to turn, feeling my anger was misplaced due to the severity of this mission. For Cobb and Y/n. But I just couldn’t. I came back and leaned in further so I could attempt to meet him face to face.
“It’s all well and good you accusing her of being a child, but don’t you forget that she entered into our world a child.” My voice kept its hushed tones, but the severity seeped through it. “Whether it was her choice or not, you still let her do it.” My finger was shoved into his face, and he minutely flinched at this. I calmed myself, feeling relieved at releasing that before we continued on this mission. My head hung low when even I felt the sincerity of my words. I loved Y/n like she was my own sister, but I couldn’t deny how sick I felt when she was here with us. And now with this new revelation, I feared that Cobb, Arthur, and my self’s efforts at protection would not be enough.
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Imagine Eames saving you from killing yourself as you try to wake yourself up in real life.
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You pressed the barrel of the gun against your throat.
Hard.
You closed your eyes, ready to pull the trigger.
“NO!” You heard a firmly voice shout.
You opened your eyes. You knew that voice. It belonged to your best friend who you had developed a crush on over the past year. “Eames?”
“Yes.” His usually wolfish grin on his face was changed to a more serious expression. “Y/N. I need you to get your finger away from that trigger, please.”
“Why would I do so?! This is a dream! A nightmare to be more accurate- and killing myself would be a kick and I would… I would wake u-”
“Stop it, Y/N! This is reality! WELL, BOOHOO!!! Your mom died..- No fucking shit!!! But that is no reason to be THAT selfish!”
You snapped. You were shaking with rage as you pointed the gun at him now abrasively.
“There we go…” he cynically spoke “Shooting another person to prove you are right. To prove that YOU are dreaming!” He ducked and jumped forward, hugging your hip to push you and change your center of gravity. You both fell to the ground, him landing on top of you. He took the weapon from you and slid it out of reach.
“Dickhead!” You muttered under your breath.
“Tame birds sing of freedom, wild birds fly.” He smirked, still lying on top of you.
“I would never fly and leave you behind.” You smiled peacefully.
He didn't avert his grey eyes from your Y/E/C ones as he lifted his weight off of you.
