March 2011
2 posts
since it's inception day, remember when i used to post tons of fanart porn on here? aw yeah
December 2010
29 posts
Alea Iacta Est →
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Title: Alea Iacta Est
Author: aramleys_words
Fandom: Inception
Pairings/Characters: Arthur/Eames, Dom/Mal, Ariadne, Yusuf, Saito, Nash
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: ~4700
Summary: Roman AU. Arthur is a military tribune, Eames cheats at dice, and the result is a merry chase.Before Arthur leaves, Saito insists on replacing Dom’s exhausted and thoroughly resentful horse with a mount that has to be worth at least a year of Arthur’s tribunal salary, and more likely a year of Dom’s on top. Saito waves away Arthur’s protests with an expansive, dismissive gesture.
“Consider it a gift,” he says, smiling, “for the amusement you have brought me. In any case, I have many more such horses.”
“You have more of these?” Arthur says, before he remembers that Saito is a man who paid genuine price for a statue he knew to be fake, just for the fuck of it.
“I bought the breeding stock,” Saito says, with the easy good humour of the appallingly wealthy. “It seemed neater.”
inception otp; arthur/cobb ♥
cause love don’t sting love don’t sting
love don’t sting like the cotton jeans and
i hear my kind in the coma freeze
i hear my kind in the coma freeze
lonely lonely
lonely lonely like you
Eames came back, years later, with the same smile but it’s a little hardened around the edges. He offered no excuses yet wore his uniform proudly. People stared at us and I could only stare at him.
“C’mon Nick,” he said, grabbing my hand, “I have something to show you.”
“It’s Dom,” I said, pulling away but he just grinned, still grasping my hand, our fingers entwined.
“Don’t be like that,” he said, giving another tug, “I’m about to grant you your biggest wish. Remember what you’ve always wanted when we were young?”
“Dreams,” I murmured, the memory bright inside my mind, Eames pressing me down onto his bed, whispering against my jaw how he’ll make my wish come true one day.
“Yeah,” smiled Eames, and he stepped close, pressing his lips to my temple, “I’ve got it, Nick, it’s in Paris, waiting. A professor with the knowledge, a young man with the technology, and a beautiful woman with the skills. What do you say?”
“I say you’re crazy,” but a smile was already blooming on my face and Eames kissed me, then and there, tasting like home.
