7 Works by Cosmoscopic
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"For fuck’s sake, Eames." Brilliant, there’s that grumpy little furrow between Arthur’s angry eyebrows. "Can you go back to being concussed? I’m this close to taking that Yakuza bounty and murdering you myself. Please. Shut the fuck up."
Jackpot.
"Why don’t you make me?"
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Arthur and Eames are stuck in Eames’ Hanoi safe house for three more days. Eames has an idea for how they can spend their time.
Standalone PWP.
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- Part 3 of they'll hang us in the louvre
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"I wasn’t trying to suggest that you’re incapable of committing your own murders, darling. I just thought it might be nice for you not to have to. And thus he—" Eames scuffs the side of Fauré’s corpse with his shoe. "—is no longer your problem."
"He’s leaking all over my goddamn floor. This is definitely my fucking problem."
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Eames wants to show Arthur how much he cares, so he brings him a dead rat. (Or: Two men fall in love over a corpse)
Prequel to megaphone to my chest, but can be read standalone.
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- Part 2 of they'll hang us in the louvre
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"Crime is my love language," retorts Eames, and hell, it might even be true. And so sue him—maybe Arthur likes to be reminded every now and then that when Eames whispers anything for you, darling, by any means necessary he really does mean it.
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Eames wants to propose with the best rocks. It's too bad they already belong to the Louvre. (A Louvre heist fic)
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- Part 1 of they'll hang us in the louvre
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Eames leads Arthur on a merry chase through the skies. His spelling still sucks, but his art is first class.
(Men would rather go on an intercontinental crime spree than talk about their feelings)
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And taxes? The phrase echoes inside Jon’s mind and suddenly the pieces click together. He remembers the words in Gertrude's voice. Taxes, I imagine, will continue. His eyes widen. Alexander Scaplehorn isn’t a Fear avatar.
"You’re a… tax collector."
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In the post-change world, Jon and Martin enter the domain of Alexander Scaplehorn and learn that Gertrude had imagined right all along.
(Elias, on the other hand, had not accounted for this at all)
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“Here we see—” Poe zoomed in tight on Ben’s face in the picture. “—a man who is clearly daydreaming about hand-feeding you grapes and getting married and having lots of big-eared babies with you.”
Rey nearly choked on her gum.
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Rey and Ben only look when the other isn’t. Luckily, their friends keep receipts. -
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“Rey,” Ben said in a small voice. “What’s a Five Guys?”
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Ben hates fast food. Rey gets fast food cravings before her heats. A misunderstanding ensues.