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Wherever You Will Be (That's Where I'll Call Home): Domesticverse Master Post

Okay, trying to be responsible and proactive here, and am ACTUALLY GOING THROUGH AND TAGGING/LINKING ALL THE DOMESTICVERSE FICS TOGETHER. Because, uh. I realized this universe clocks in at 53K right now [ETA: 75K as of 12/27/10, WHAT EVEN]? So I probably should like...organize it, before I add more. Which means I need a master post. So, you know, here it is.

Wherever You Will Be (That's Where I'll Call Home) {The Domestic Verse}

Series Tag | Series on Ao3

1. between my reflex & my resolve, Arthur/Eames, R [Ao3]
People you kiss in an airport baggage claim and then don't talk to for thirteen months shouldn't be able to exist, let alone make your chest do the things Arthur's chest is doing. There are rules.

2. this life looks good on you, Arthur/Eames, R [Ao3]
There are only four rules in Arthur's house.

3. i could be the thing you reach for in the middle of the night, Arthur/Eames, NC-17 [Ao3]
Eames had always thought Arthur would be a morning person.

4. to tell you the truth i prefer the worst in you, Arthur/Eames, R [Ao3]
Eames starts the day by sitting on a pack of cigarettes.

5. pressed against the pending physics of my passed down last name, Arthur/Eames, NC-17 [Ao3]
The thing is...the thing is Arthur'd thought Eames played it fast and loose with affection like he plays it fast and loose with everything else, and instead it's been this stupid climb, hand over foot, and of the two of them Eames has been the braver, really.

6. take the long way home (soft as the radio), Ariadne/Yusuf, Arthur/Eames, PG-13 [Ao3]
The thought washes over her, steady and calming like a warm breeze, that this could be her own kind of love story.

7. life long local foreigner, i, Arthur/Eames, NC-17 [Ao3]
Arthur grins, lazy and relaxed, and Eames thinks that maybe this is how people get through these things, tethered to one another when they can't hold on anywhere else.

8. having let go forever the fallacy of ever being alone, Arthur/Eames, NC-17 [Ao3]
This time there are shitty dogeared paperbacks Arthur wouldn't be caught dead reading piled on the coffee table, and half-finished crosswords tucked into the bookshelves, and the far wall is hung with that tapestry they'd bought in a shit part of London on a whim. This time they've spent all day fixing their sink and there's a mug of yesterday's tea sitting on top of the television and it's not just Arthur's living room at all.

I AM SO ON TOP OF THIS NOW, GUYS. SO. ON. TOP.
Tags: ariadne:yusuf, arthur:eames, housekeeping, inception, master post, that's where i'll call home
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