Eames Paints. Arthur studies art history. Together they fight crime! (are giant fucking hipsters.)

The first thing Eames does when he wakes up on the shore of Limbo is squint a bit at the crumbling city skyline. [Or, the one where Arthur and Eames go to Limbo and Grow as People.]

Cobb doesn't even bother sitting up. "Let's try that again," he says, dropping his head back against the chair and closing his eyes, "and cut down on the homicide before the job is done."

"Don’t bore me with the petty details. Just tell me what sort of masks we’ll all be wearing while we rob this bank. I hope it’s not dead U.S. presidents. That’s so overdone.”

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DUDE WHERE IS THE FIC WHERE THEY HAVE TO EXTRACT SECRETS FROM A GIANT QUEEN AND THEY DESIGN THE DREAM TO BE IN A ~GAY BAR~ AND HAVE TO DRESS APPROPRIATELY AND THINGS DON'T QUITE GO ACCORDING TO PLAN SO ARTHUR AND EAMES HAVE TO CREATE A DISTRACTION BY BASICALLY HAVING SEX ON THE DANCE FLOOR WHILE COBB OR WHOEVER GETS THE INFO?

For [info]tigriswolf's [info]comment_fic prompt "Inception/Leverage, Eliot&Arthur, it's been awhile since Eliot saw his little brother" (theme was 'Prompt is the first line')

"Things started going to shit as soon as they entered Bruce Wayne's mind." Inception/The Dark Knight crossover fic. (Not as crazy as it sounds, I swear!)

"We should probably go soon, anyway," she says. "There's an unconscious man in the ladies' bathroom with 'wanker' written on his forehead – people are going to start asking questions."

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's a corporate lawyer, Eames owns the coffee shop across the street, and all good love stories start with a quadruple shot latte.