They've made a habit of this: the late night knock, the doorbell lean, the quickly picked lock. Turning up in one another's spaces unannounced, though not unwelcome. The promise of sanctuary has been there as long as they've known each other, which is longer than most people realize and much longer than they'll admit to.

In which Arthur and Eames have always relied on each other to keep one important secret.

Arthur had always guessed that sex (and all its attendant goings on) with Eames would be good. He'd just never counted on it being so much fun.

It's possible Arthur's missed a clue or two over the last several years.

Arthur is a massage therapist. Eames is his number one client—okay, stalker.

Eames is very good at pretending.

Arthur and Eames tell each other dirty stories to pass the time.

Arthur's job takes him around the world, and eventually all he wants is a place to call home.

Eames asks Arthur to leave retirement post-film to fight a human trafficking ring. In the aftermath of their op, they get engaged and go on the talk-show circuit as a cover (as Arthur says: "You know what'll happen if we popped up in the media married. This is a big story right now in the States, you know that. We'd be untouchable by a gang of Ukrainian sex traffickers with CNN is sitting on the lawn.") and actually fall in love in the process, meanwhile avoiding assassins.

“I don't think the definition of 'easy' includes being shot at by Russians and getting cock-blocked by your best friends!” Arthur shouts.

This could be the beginning of something amazing ... if Dom and Mal will only stay out of Arthur's way. A story in which there are Russians, Arthur spends a lot of time in his underwear, and (sadly) no one gets laid.

"What would happen if I ran out of reasons to keep you coming back?"

This is baseball. There’s no crying in baseball, and there’s no gays, either.

Eames’ mother told him to stay away from the circus because you never knew what gypsies might do, but Eames himself had never been particularly good at doing what he was told.

It’s bad news from every corner of the world and Arthur wonders when it’s going to hit home. The dream-sharing community is struck by a disease they can't fight off and Arthur bides his time until the end.

arthur steals eames' dog.

Dreaming, driving, dying; this is a story about how things don't change.

Because of Eames, Arthur learned to fall in love with dreaming again.

In which Arthur is domestic, there is a series of unfortunate events, and firefighter Eames is called upon to save the day. Idea shamelessly taken from Modern Family.

"Are we still at the airport?"

Or the one that asks, do they really exist?

Exploring Arthur and Eames' backstory in the military where they each lead an elite unit in the dream-sharing trials. The Powers That Be would prefer to keep the participants in the dark, but Arthur and Eames find each other, fall in love, and change dream-sharing forever.

Arthur likes Eames; Eames likes Arthur, but does he like his secret admirer more? A story told through letters, emails, and action scenes, featuring theft, dreamcrime, snowglobes, and surprise dinosaurs.

Eames would gladly welcome comparisons to other dashing bearded men, but Eames rarely gets what he wants when it comes to Arthur.

The first time Arthur shoots Eames in the head at point blank range is when Eames falls in love. That’s the beginning. That’s the end. (Or: Tattoo!Arthur gone sideways.)

Arthur is a sub. He's in a shitty relationship or arrangement, scratching the itch without really getting what he needs/wants. Maybe the dom doesn't respect him, leaves or makes Arthur leave right after a scene, zero aftercare, clumsily trying to assert his dominance through brute force or violence alone--whatever it is, just generally showing a total lack of understanding of what a healthy, caring and mutually beneficial D/s relationship can and should be.

Arthur is unhappy with the situation, but he's resigned to it. Maybe he's never been in a healthy arrangement, maybe he's ashamed of his need to be dominated and thinks that this is his only option, or maybe he's just settling because he thinks this is the best he's going to get given the life he leads.

Eames figures out what's going on. It's frustrating--no, insulting--to think that someone like Arthur is signing himself over to this fucking amateur. He knows he can do better, and he sets out to prove that he can give Arthur what

Lieutenant Arthur leaves his post at an international training camp for dream sharing with his name on classified research on dreamshare and a fondness for Flying Officer Eames of the Royal Air Force. He isn't expecting to see Eames again, and he especially isn't expecting them both to be independently captured by an international coalition hellbent on distributing all possible information on the PASIV device to the general population. After negotiations for their release, the world's leading dream psychiatrist is brought on board to help with their rehabilitation. Dr. Mal Cobb isn't sure if she's up to the task.

THe one where Eames is a pop star and Arthur is hired to be his bodyguard. Very, very good.

Arthur and Eames are on the verge of giving up mind crime when Cobb convinces Arthur to be his point man on one last job — which rather inevitably goes wrong. Eames is pulled into the mess as Cobb’s simple heist spirals into an attempt on inception. It’s time to stop trespassing on the dreams of others; building a home takes two sets of hands.

In which Eames writes (sometimes horrible) horoscopes to woo Arthur, much to the chagrin of everyone (read: Dom), and manages to even mess that up. Go figure.

Arthur's known since he was young that he has a knack for cooking and baking, and beginning culinary school only makes him more certain. But no matter how good he is, it seems Eames is better – which does not endear him to Arthur in the slightest. Eames, however, is quite determined to get Arthur to open up and stop being so uptight and prickly by any means necessary. While each hones his skill in the culinary arts (and Arthur desperately tries to convince Ariadne that the desired structural integrity of her cakes violates basic laws of physics), they increasingly find themselves drawn together, inside the classroom and out. Given such close quarters in the kitchen, and the amount of sensory stimulation involved with preparing all manner of food, it starts to become difficult for Arthur to retain his customary level of distance and detachment. And, as Arthur will find, when it comes to unsatisfied appetites, hunger is often the best sauce of all.

Arthur has been captured while protecting Eames, Eames is distraught and makes some mistakes, and everyone deals with the fall out.

In a universe ruled by the masters of the City-Planets, Dominic Cobb and his friends are on the run for more than their lives. Dom's wife, Mal, has fallen prey to modification psychosis after being wired-in by Cobol, the true power behind the Gate-City.

When Dom falls into disorientating despair at the loss of his wife, his companions do what they can to keep things together, moving them to a borderland space station while they regroup – but those who once worked with and beside him as unthinking equals are now struggling to find their own place in a devastated world.

Dreamshare goes legal, Arthur goes corporate, Eames goes and (against his better judgement) falls in love.

How to steal a heart.

The thing about a secret is that it only ever stays a secret as long as only one person holds it. The thing about secret bolt-holes is that they are meant to never be found out. The thing about an entire circuit of bolt-holes around the world is that compromising one all too easily can mean compromising the others.

In which Arthur falls in love with the stranger from the cafe outside the train station and they talk. Via messages. On his window.

The nights are long in Arkham because not everyone sleeps, it’s not like insanity has a timetable.

Arthur got that scar when his sister (mostly) accidentally pushed him out of their tree house when he was nine. He landed on his head, split his scalp, needed 20 stitches to close the wound.

It happens when a post-job drink becomes meeting one another shot for shot while trying to remain articulate and professional. This all goes swimmingly until Eames is halfway through another order and Arthur whispers in his ear, "I want you to lick your come off my chin."

Arthur can’t seem to make his schedule match up with Eames’, but that’s cool. It’s not like he misses him or anything

arthur is a marine biologist. eames is his rival, but eames doesn't know that.

au. eames is the trickster god of the ho-chunk nation. arthur is skeptical at best. written for this prompt.
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Eames is a factory worker, a troubled migrant, and a madman. The city of Los Angeles stretches around him, writhing with dreams, and Eames can't shut them out.

Arthur has his life all planned out and he's steadily achieving each of his dreams. He has a good job at one of the best architecture firms in the area right out of college and the hottest, suavest, if slightly repressed, boyfriend he could have ever asked for. So what if his best friend hates his boyfriend and won't tell him why? So what if his boyfriend's twin brother is built like a brick house and hilarious and charming to boot? And so what if his boyfriend is so deep in the closet he couldn't find his way out with a flashlight? Arthur is positive he's on the right path until he realizes he doesn't have a clue.

Eames watches Arthur get off while they're on different jobs. A story of Skype flirting and self-abuse.

It goes a little something like this.

Eames is a spy and Arthur is an assassin and they have a lovely, bloody relationship.

he next time Cobb needs some spare time he employs a babysitter to babysit the babysitter babysitting the babysitter.

Basically the one where there is a lot of babysitting.

Arthur comes apart at the seams like any other human; the trick is that he is singularly skilled at hiding the evidence.

Eames seems to have stolen something from a gentleman with much more powerful associates than he’d anticipated, and out of all of his friends, he knows that Arthur (who, no matter what everyone thinks, is absolutely not retired) has the most comfortable sofa.

"You're having me on. You expect me to believe you're not interested at all in finding your mate? The dom to your sub? The one who holds the key to your frozen, black heart?"
Notes:

A couple of things:

This 'verse is D/s light. Also, while I don't think it's a particularly dark fic, non-consensual sex will be talked about, referenced, implied, and threatened (depending on how you read it) several times throughout this fic.

Based on the kink meme prompt: In this AU, the world is with tops and bottoms (instead of male/female) people become soul-mates once they have sex with their One True Love.

Arthur’s new girlfriend (NOT Ariadne) wants to have a threesome with another guy. Arthur isn’t exactly keen on the idea because he’s “straight” and all, but after several weeks of her bugging him about it, he starts to warm up to the idea. The only way he’ll do it is if it’s with someone he trusts and, though Arthur won’t admit it out loud, he wants someone he’s attracted to. So he asks Eames, knowing Eames is openly bisexual.

Eames is only too happy to oblige and from the moment they start, the chemistry between Arthur and Eames is so electric, they soon forget they’re doing this with a third person. Arthur doesn’t want to share Eames and Eames doesn’t want to share Arthur.

"I want you to help me destroy Dom Cobb," Mal said.

"Who?" Arthur asked.

For red_rahl, who requested: Arthur and Eames in a relationship (can be dom/sub) and lots of teasing/testing inbetween or even on jobs and fighting to stay professional (while still being totally competent and bamf).

It’s not that he trusts Eames completely or anything that ridiculous. It’s just that they’ve worked together before, know each other more than peripherally, and it’s sometimes good to have a familiar face around while Cobb goes even more off the rails and off the grid.

Very sexy!

Arthur usually finds blatant fishing for compliments extremely irritating, but in Eames’ case he is reluctantly charmed. In fact, he writes the phrase “reluctantly charmed” into the Eames notebook the moment the words occur to him because they so perfectly encapsulate his entire situation.

Eames is the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom. Arthur is his administrative assistant. It's almost Christmas.


A 'Love Actually' AU

After Mal dies Arthur moves in to help Cobb take care of the kids, Philipa starts at a new school with a new teacher Mr.Eames.

Eames is charmed by Arthur but thinks he can't have him because he thinks Cobb and Arthur are involved. Arthur really likes Eames but is getting annoyed that everytime he thinks they are getting somewhere Eames backs off.

Cobb just rolls his eyes and Philipa's family drawings are kind of confusing.

arthur and eames tell stories about how they first met. eventually, they tell the truth.

Eames (well, he isn't Eames yet, not to Arthur, but that's beside the point, isn't it?) is looking to try something new. Arthur gives him a taste.

Nobody ever goes sightseeing on a honeymoon. Or Arthur and Eames are on the run and pretending to be married. Includes explosions, BAMF-y-ness and snarky Arthur.

Eames awakes from a dream/experiment with ridiculously heightened senses. And the pheromones from Arthur are driving him crazy.
So lots of nosing, licking, inhaling against his skin etc."

Circus Au. Yusuf is the magician, Ariadne is the equestrian vaulter, Arthur is the fire-dancer, Eames is the trapeze artist, Dom is the ringmaster, Robert is the horse-whisperer son of rival circus Fischer and Friends owner. Espionage and popcorn ensue.

It was all going so well until Eames took a bullet in a bar fight, fired back, and promptly took another.

Eames needs definition; Arthur obliges. Writing on bodies, bondage, vague but good.

They're alone in the warehouse when Arthur snaps, irritable because Eames has sniped at him all day, "What the fuck's got into you?"

"I've been thinking about how you'll writhe once I've got you squared away on my cock where you belong," Eames answers casually, and Arthur's breath leaves him, falls away like it was never his own to begin with.

Arthur and Eames are Bower birds. Very adorable.

The world is coming to an end, or they're trapped in a dream—there's no other explanation as to why Arthur would be packing up to go home before everyone else.
Except reality's much crueller than Eames' brain imagines: Arthur's going to his cousin's wedding.
Oh, and Eames is his plus one.

Some of them want to use you. Some of them want to be used by you.

Premier League footballer!AU. Where Eames is a fading superstar, chronically depressed and half-crippled by injury, and Arthur is a brilliant young striker for a rival team. This started as an excuse to write steamy dressing room!porn, but turned out really wistful and yearning.

A birth, a death, a wedding, a pair of missing cufflinks, and the road to California. (Road trip AU).

Eames vanishes for five days and comes back married. It takes twenty-five years for all the fractioned pieces to make sense in a bigger picture.

In which Arthur is a Necromancer and everything else is quite a bit different as well.

Arthur meets Eames at an Of Montreal concert while wearing skinny jeans and a Ted Leo pin. AUish.

Eames's freelancing terms are as follows: Will only accept jobs from Dom Cobb or jobs that come through Dom Cobb. Team maximum is four. Pay 100% upfront. Everyone must already be under before he'll hook in. He gets to back out at any time if he sees fit to do so.

"They were covertly videotaped having marathon sex. An hour long sex-tape is released by one of their enemies, revealing Arthur as a sub with a bondage kink.  Do their associates watch it? Of course they do! They just pretend like they haven't."

Arthur and Eames both play WoW. They kick ass at Warsong Gulch, and when they team up they’re nigh on unstoppable.

They don’t know they’re playing with each other.

The problem is that Arthur is still new to the business, and therefore far too suggestible. It pains him how easily Dom is able to talk him into things which any fool would be able to see are a bad idea.

On the day after he achieves inception, Arthur wakes up in his bedroom with a pounding hangover and his ex-boyfriend snoring into his ear.

Arthur fakes his death and goes deep underground. Eames, unknowing, mourns him and brings flowers to his grave. Arthur hears word of this unknown figure "haunting" his grave and goes to investigate.

his final year of university, eames finds a notebook in the dining hall.

play piercing.

Anything with Eames as a big slutty, naughty bottom for Arthur.

Arthur has a lot of feelings, mostly about Eames' penis. Yusuf's accidental truth drug helpfully illuminates them.