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Can't Get Enough of You (Baby) by renay (NC-17)
Fandom: INCEPTION
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Length: ~ 22,000 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
heyheyrenay
Author Website: Fic on AO3; Fic Masterlist
Why this must be read: I'm not a huge fan of kid!fic, but I am a huge fan of this author and this story. Eames disappears from dream-sharing and even Arthur, with all his skills and the motivation to match, can't find him. Everyone around him is waiting for Arthur to realize that Eames is probably dead, and to move on with his life.
Then by complete chance, Arthur runs into Eames and is ready to kill him himself until he realizes Eames isn't alone. He's got a baby, and Arthur, equally relieved and furious, isn't going anywhere until he gets the full story.
This story isn't so much about the baby as it is about what people are willing to do for love. Eames used Arthur's reputation to ensure no one would look for him--after all, if Arthur couldn't find him, no one could. And now that Arthur's found him, a whole new set of problems arise: are Eames and Hannah in danger? Can Arthur consider staying and raising Eames' child with him? Can he leave Eames the way Eames left him? Is Eames even willing to give them a chance knowing that Arthur can walk out the door at any time?
I like to think I'm not a complete sap, but this story always makes me cry. (It makes me laugh, too. Some of the dialogue is absolutely priceless. She's captured the way they snap at each other perfectly.) Arthur and Eames are both trying to do the right thing in this, but it isn't always enough to do the right thing if you have nothing left for yourself. Eames is cautious and Arthur's deeply hurt, but they keep moving closer to one another, trying to erase one another's doubts as they build a new relationship out of the ashes of the old one.
"Oh my god," Arthur says once the store security escorts them out. "That's a goddamn baby."
Eames is not wearing an ugly patterned shirt. His shirt is black and the wrapping over the top of it is multicolored and vibrant and so much like Eames's choice of patterns that it's no wonder Arthur was confused and missed that it was not a shirt and also contained a fucking baby, sleeping soundly through Arthur's attempted murder, tucked against Eames's side.
"Good eye, Arthur, I am rather glad you figured it out before trying to commit violence on my person," Eames says.
"A baby," Arthur repeats.
"She's toddler-sized now, for what it's worth. Now please tell me how you found me, because I worked very hard to vanish and it seems I'll have to do so again, but better."
People flow around them on the sidewalk. "I didn't," Arthur says. "I didn't find you." He wants to reach out and touch and curl his palms around the inviting curve of Eames's head. "I was just shopping for James."
"You didn't," Eames says flatly. "If you're lying to me, Arthur, I will end you. No playing here, not anymore."
"No, I'm not lying," Arthur says. "I've been trying for months, I—" He shrugs. "You found me."
"Well, fine," Eames says. "Come on, let's go back to mine before someone nefarious sees me with you and ruins everything."
They don't talk on the trip back to Eames's place. Eames won't meet his eyes and Arthur watches him run a hand over the bundle wrapped securely to his chest, toward his left hip, press his cheek down to rub over the fabric. The wrap is pulled up; all Arthur can see are tiny tufts of blond hair peeking out, the gentle rise and fall of breath and one small, bare leg hanging out the bottom of the wrap. Eames has a goddamn baby. He's not dead. He has a baby.
The flat Eames takes him to is nice, with large windows and natural light and hardwood floors covered in throw rug after throw rug down the hall, none of them matching. Baby paraphernalia is everywhere.
"Stand right there while I put her down," Eames says, severely. "Do not make a noise, or else I will inflict so much pain. Worse than Budapest, I promise."
Arthur blinks. "Wouldn't shooting me wake the — you know —"
"Hannah," Eames says. "God, it, it's like you've never seen one before."
On Dreamwidth: Can't Get Enough of You (Baby)
On AO3: Can't Get Enough of You (Baby)
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Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Length: ~ 22,000 words
Author on LJ:
heyheyrenay Author Website: Fic on AO3; Fic Masterlist
Why this must be read: I'm not a huge fan of kid!fic, but I am a huge fan of this author and this story. Eames disappears from dream-sharing and even Arthur, with all his skills and the motivation to match, can't find him. Everyone around him is waiting for Arthur to realize that Eames is probably dead, and to move on with his life.
Then by complete chance, Arthur runs into Eames and is ready to kill him himself until he realizes Eames isn't alone. He's got a baby, and Arthur, equally relieved and furious, isn't going anywhere until he gets the full story.
This story isn't so much about the baby as it is about what people are willing to do for love. Eames used Arthur's reputation to ensure no one would look for him--after all, if Arthur couldn't find him, no one could. And now that Arthur's found him, a whole new set of problems arise: are Eames and Hannah in danger? Can Arthur consider staying and raising Eames' child with him? Can he leave Eames the way Eames left him? Is Eames even willing to give them a chance knowing that Arthur can walk out the door at any time?
I like to think I'm not a complete sap, but this story always makes me cry. (It makes me laugh, too. Some of the dialogue is absolutely priceless. She's captured the way they snap at each other perfectly.) Arthur and Eames are both trying to do the right thing in this, but it isn't always enough to do the right thing if you have nothing left for yourself. Eames is cautious and Arthur's deeply hurt, but they keep moving closer to one another, trying to erase one another's doubts as they build a new relationship out of the ashes of the old one.
"Oh my god," Arthur says once the store security escorts them out. "That's a goddamn baby."
Eames is not wearing an ugly patterned shirt. His shirt is black and the wrapping over the top of it is multicolored and vibrant and so much like Eames's choice of patterns that it's no wonder Arthur was confused and missed that it was not a shirt and also contained a fucking baby, sleeping soundly through Arthur's attempted murder, tucked against Eames's side.
"Good eye, Arthur, I am rather glad you figured it out before trying to commit violence on my person," Eames says.
"A baby," Arthur repeats.
"She's toddler-sized now, for what it's worth. Now please tell me how you found me, because I worked very hard to vanish and it seems I'll have to do so again, but better."
People flow around them on the sidewalk. "I didn't," Arthur says. "I didn't find you." He wants to reach out and touch and curl his palms around the inviting curve of Eames's head. "I was just shopping for James."
"You didn't," Eames says flatly. "If you're lying to me, Arthur, I will end you. No playing here, not anymore."
"No, I'm not lying," Arthur says. "I've been trying for months, I—" He shrugs. "You found me."
"Well, fine," Eames says. "Come on, let's go back to mine before someone nefarious sees me with you and ruins everything."
They don't talk on the trip back to Eames's place. Eames won't meet his eyes and Arthur watches him run a hand over the bundle wrapped securely to his chest, toward his left hip, press his cheek down to rub over the fabric. The wrap is pulled up; all Arthur can see are tiny tufts of blond hair peeking out, the gentle rise and fall of breath and one small, bare leg hanging out the bottom of the wrap. Eames has a goddamn baby. He's not dead. He has a baby.
The flat Eames takes him to is nice, with large windows and natural light and hardwood floors covered in throw rug after throw rug down the hall, none of them matching. Baby paraphernalia is everywhere.
"Stand right there while I put her down," Eames says, severely. "Do not make a noise, or else I will inflict so much pain. Worse than Budapest, I promise."
Arthur blinks. "Wouldn't shooting me wake the — you know —"
"Hannah," Eames says. "God, it, it's like you've never seen one before."
On Dreamwidth: Can't Get Enough of You (Baby)
On AO3: Can't Get Enough of You (Baby)
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