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harriet_vane some Star Wars AU commentfic last night, and some people asked me to post it for real, so here's 800 words of Princess Leia!Arthur.
Cold War
Leia!Arthur/Han!Eames | PG-13 | 800 words
Basically, this scene re-written without a Wookie or droids.
In a way, it feels inevitable to be here, standing at the literal and metaphorical end of everything they've worked for. In this moment, with Arthur's heart raging in his chest, pounding with enough fury and fear for the both of them, he can't help but think that somehow it's all fitting. They were never meant for a happy ending, he and Eames, and from the small, devastating smirk Eames gives him, Arthur knows Eames feels the same.
"So what's to happen to me, Nash?" Eames asks with all the feigned casualness he can muster. Arthur can't bear to hear the forced bluster, not now. He grits his teeth and looks away, anywhere but at Eames' face and the cold steam rising from the pit before them.
"You're to be place in carbonite," Nash says without any emotion at all. There's a hint of guilt in his tone, contriteness in his eyes, and if Arthur's hands weren't bound, he would be breaking every last one of the bastard's teeth.
"Ah, yes," Eames replies, his smile wavering. "That I should have gathered. Don't see that every day, now do you?"
"Eames," Arthur hisses. His throat is tight, so tight, nearly choking.
"It'll be all right, love, really." He turns his smile to Arthur, but it nearly fades completely. His eyes dart away for a moment; Arthur knows he's not used to raw emotion in Arthur's eyes, but there is no hiding from him now. "I could simply be taken out back with a phaser and have it be done with, yeah?"
"You're worth more alive," Nash says.
This time, Arthur really does attempt a lunge, but the guards hold him back tightly.
Eames shakes his head. "You'll be all right," he whispers again, leaning in as close as their bound hands and captors will allow. His eyes are wide, completely vulnerable and holding himself open for Arthur to see everything, here and now. "Stay alive, and I will find you."
Arthur swallows, unable to form words for what he wants to tell this infuriating, cocky, reckless, gorgeous man that somehow dropped into his life without any warning. He would not have believed he'd feel an overwhelming sense of loss at the thought of Eames disappearing as quickly as he came.
"I promise," he finally manages to whisper, voice breaking.
His knees nearly give out the moment Eames suddenly presses forward and crushes their mouths together in one frantic, brutal, messy kiss that is everything and nothing Arthur wants. He bites at Eames' lips, groans sharply, and it all ends before it's barely begun as the guards haul Eames away.
Eames runs his tongue over his lower lip carefully. Like a final taste. His eyes never leave Arthur, not for a second.
They shove him into the restraints, strapping him in with too much force. Eames keeps his chin up, his shoulders squared, but it is the twitch just beneath his left eye that tells Arthur he's scared.
Eames, the most notorious scoundrel in the galaxy, the most infamous con man Arthur has ever met, is scared.
He can feel the moment he breaks inside, breaks into a thousand tiny pieces. Arthur barely registers the motion of his throat working, of the words tumbling out to call, "I love you."
Eames blinks, then slowly, very slowly, the corner of his mouth curves upward. "I know, darling," he simply replies, voice rough with too much left unsaid, things that will probably never be said.
Arthur shuts his eyes when they lower him into the pit. There's a loud rush of air, ominous and cold, and Arthur still does not look when the slab of carbonite is lifted out, dropped onto the floor at his feet with a grotesque bang.
He keeps his eyes closed, holding the image of Eames telling him goodbye in his mind for as long as he can, clinging to the taste of their kiss on his tongue.
Someone jabs his arm. "C'mon, Arthur, let's move out," Nash says tightly.
Arthur takes one look at the inanimate body trapped in gray spread out on the floor, then promptly shoves his elbow straight into Nash's gut.
"Go to hell," he growls, ignoring the wetness gathering in his eyes, threatening to spill over his cheeks. If anything, he's still got his anger, and anger will help him survive.
harriet_vane some Star Wars AU commentfic last night, and some people asked me to post it for real, so here's 800 words of Princess Leia!Arthur.Cold War
Leia!Arthur/Han!Eames | PG-13 | 800 words
Basically, this scene re-written without a Wookie or droids.
In a way, it feels inevitable to be here, standing at the literal and metaphorical end of everything they've worked for. In this moment, with Arthur's heart raging in his chest, pounding with enough fury and fear for the both of them, he can't help but think that somehow it's all fitting. They were never meant for a happy ending, he and Eames, and from the small, devastating smirk Eames gives him, Arthur knows Eames feels the same.
"So what's to happen to me, Nash?" Eames asks with all the feigned casualness he can muster. Arthur can't bear to hear the forced bluster, not now. He grits his teeth and looks away, anywhere but at Eames' face and the cold steam rising from the pit before them.
"You're to be place in carbonite," Nash says without any emotion at all. There's a hint of guilt in his tone, contriteness in his eyes, and if Arthur's hands weren't bound, he would be breaking every last one of the bastard's teeth.
"Ah, yes," Eames replies, his smile wavering. "That I should have gathered. Don't see that every day, now do you?"
"Eames," Arthur hisses. His throat is tight, so tight, nearly choking.
"It'll be all right, love, really." He turns his smile to Arthur, but it nearly fades completely. His eyes dart away for a moment; Arthur knows he's not used to raw emotion in Arthur's eyes, but there is no hiding from him now. "I could simply be taken out back with a phaser and have it be done with, yeah?"
"You're worth more alive," Nash says.
This time, Arthur really does attempt a lunge, but the guards hold him back tightly.
Eames shakes his head. "You'll be all right," he whispers again, leaning in as close as their bound hands and captors will allow. His eyes are wide, completely vulnerable and holding himself open for Arthur to see everything, here and now. "Stay alive, and I will find you."
Arthur swallows, unable to form words for what he wants to tell this infuriating, cocky, reckless, gorgeous man that somehow dropped into his life without any warning. He would not have believed he'd feel an overwhelming sense of loss at the thought of Eames disappearing as quickly as he came.
"I promise," he finally manages to whisper, voice breaking.
His knees nearly give out the moment Eames suddenly presses forward and crushes their mouths together in one frantic, brutal, messy kiss that is everything and nothing Arthur wants. He bites at Eames' lips, groans sharply, and it all ends before it's barely begun as the guards haul Eames away.
Eames runs his tongue over his lower lip carefully. Like a final taste. His eyes never leave Arthur, not for a second.
They shove him into the restraints, strapping him in with too much force. Eames keeps his chin up, his shoulders squared, but it is the twitch just beneath his left eye that tells Arthur he's scared.
Eames, the most notorious scoundrel in the galaxy, the most infamous con man Arthur has ever met, is scared.
He can feel the moment he breaks inside, breaks into a thousand tiny pieces. Arthur barely registers the motion of his throat working, of the words tumbling out to call, "I love you."
Eames blinks, then slowly, very slowly, the corner of his mouth curves upward. "I know, darling," he simply replies, voice rough with too much left unsaid, things that will probably never be said.
Arthur shuts his eyes when they lower him into the pit. There's a loud rush of air, ominous and cold, and Arthur still does not look when the slab of carbonite is lifted out, dropped onto the floor at his feet with a grotesque bang.
He keeps his eyes closed, holding the image of Eames telling him goodbye in his mind for as long as he can, clinging to the taste of their kiss on his tongue.
Someone jabs his arm. "C'mon, Arthur, let's move out," Nash says tightly.
Arthur takes one look at the inanimate body trapped in gray spread out on the floor, then promptly shoves his elbow straight into Nash's gut.
"Go to hell," he growls, ignoring the wetness gathering in his eyes, threatening to spill over his cheeks. If anything, he's still got his anger, and anger will help him survive.
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YOU KNOW YOU HAVE TO WRITE A SEQUEL TO THIS RIGHT? RIGHT?
OMG ARTHUR IN A SLAVE
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I AM ALSO STILL GLEEFACING OVER THIS!!!
WHEEE!
[And apparently have nothing constructive to add about this, except for more GLEE! Oh, and I think it would be very awesome to see what you'd do with Endor shenanigans. :D :D :D.]
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I just watched Blade Runner too and I want Eames do that test to see whether or not Arthur is a replicant/lesbian. <3 It's like... Eames as harrison ford AUs. o_o;
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He can feel the moment he breaks inside, breaks into a thousand tiny pieces. Yeah, about there, actually.
♥ You have a gift.
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MOAR MOAR MOAR
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I would read every single word of a full 4-6 x-over fic.
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oops. sorry, no pressure, just expressing my undying love for this AU ^^;
so, cobb=luke? oh god, now i'm trying to imagine the whole inception cast in their roles, and rotfl!
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/late to the party
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love what you've done here so v. v. much ♥
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