Inception Fandom Rare Ship Fest

[cherrybina]

Hello Inception fandom! It's time to celebrate all those ships that don't get nearly enough love.

♥ Inception Fandom Rare Ship Fest ♥

For the purposes of this fest, a rare ship is defined as anything other than Arthur/Eames. All threesomes/moresomes involving Inception characters are also welcome.

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Now go forth and celebrate your favorite rare ships!

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Arthur/Mal/Ariadne, spin

[architect]

PLEASE PLEASE OH PLEASE. AU or projection!Mal or anything, i don't care :D

[Fill] You Spin Me Right Round 1/? [Ariadne/Arthur/Mal]

[polytropic_liar]

a/n: I am trying really hard to write sex for this thing but it is not happening yet. All I have is a lot of talking about Feelings. I shall persevere, though.

Arthur is taking Ariadne through some lucidity-heightening exercises when it happens. There is the flash of dark hair at the corner of his eye, he turns his head too sharply for the motion to be mistaken as casual, and as the projections all snap to attention and turn on him, one woman's eyes are wide and dark and deep like dreamless sleep.

He shoots himself in the head before she gets to him. She never makes it that quick or easy.

His eyes flicker open; the PASIV beeps at him reproachfully, letting him know that he has prematurely ended his dreaming experience. Arthur sits up, much too quickly, and the room spins. That's probably irony, isn't it.

By the time Ariadne blinks awake Arthur is on his feet, coiling his line back into the PASIV. "Uh, what the hell," she asks/states. Arthur doesn't answer for a moment; he removes the needle from her arm, carefully, and puts everything away with practiced, smooth movements. He's fine. His hands are much too used to this to shake.

Finally, he turns to look at Ariadne, very seriously. "You didn't tell me you had a projection of Mal."

"Is that what this is about?" Ariadne looks baffled. "Sure. I've got one of you too, probably. What's the big deal?"

"Don't ever let her in again. Not even in training." He clicks the PASIV case shut decisively. "Once she gets in, you'll never get her out. You're a good extractor, Ariadne. I don't want to see you go down this path."

Ariadne's weakness as an extractor is that when something truly surprises her, she freezes for a moment as she thinks it over. Arthur turns and leaves, and she isn't quite fast enough to make him stay.

~~

Unfortunately, Ariadne’s strength as an extractor is that once she’s had the time to process something, she never lets go of it again. Arthur shows up for their next training session prepared for the questioning, and she doesn’t disappoint him.

“Okay, so I realize that I was probably stupid to assume that when you took six months’ leave after the Inception job, you used that time to come to terms with all of the fucked-up that was your situation with Cobb. My bad, I mistook you for a psychologically healthy individual, won’t happen again.”

“Hello, good morning, nice to see that your personal motto is still ‘Why beat around the bush when I can bludgeon him in the face,’” Arthur mutters. She gives him an unimpressed look.

“We’re dealing with this now, okay? I’m not letting this fester, the way you—uh. The way it did with Cobb.”

Arthur clenches his fists once, hard, and then reaches up and loosens his tie to have something to do with his hands. “You mean the way I let it happen. That’s what you were going to say.” His voice and face are studiously blank. “That’s fair. I knew something was wrong and getting worse and I didn’t do anything about it. I’m not arguing.”

He isn’t. He knows that he should have done something, and the worst part is he can’t quite articulate why he didn’t. He just...didn’t. Because Cobb had this way of ending conversations and making you wonder why you were wasting his time with silly questions. Because Arthur always gets out of his depth when dealing with these kinds of traps that the human mind can build for itself. Because talking about Mal hurt.

“Argh, no, stop that.” Ariadne grabs his hands and tugs him down into one of the chairs. Arthur goes along with it. He kind of wants to leave the room, but he’s adult enough to recognize in himself the impulse to run and hide and then not give in to it. Maybe if Cobb had spent a bit less time running and hiding, Arthur would have received fewer fatal wounds from his dead best friend.

“I didn’t even want this conversation to go in this direction. This is dumb, I messed up, we’re starting over,” Ariadne tells him. Arthur shrugs.

“What are we starting over, exactly?”

“Me helping you deal with your Mal issues. One out of one successful extractors recommend me for the job, you know.” Arthur snorts.

“Cute. But other than some phantom pains in my knee when in the presence of conference tables, I don’t have ‘Mal issues.’”

Ariadne raises one eyebrow in a way Arthur is pretty sure she learned from Eames. “Arthur. You saw a projection of Mal in my head and shot yourself out of the dream. And then warned me that her presence in my head was going to make me go crazy, and I had to “never let her in again” otherwise I was doomed.”

Arthur can see in retrospect how that might have seemed a little like overreacting.