Fic: Irresistible Force/Immovable Object
Jul. 25th, 2010 03:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
barkinmadTitle: Irresistible Force/Immovable Object
Author: Well...me.
Disclaimer: Christopher Nolan's reality > my reality.
Pairing: Arthur/Ariadne
Rating: Disney PG. It's seems like all I can ever do these days.
Notes: ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I MISSPELLED THE TITLE THE FIRST TIME AROUND? Ugh. Okay. Fine.
There was a prompt "Five time Arthur and Ariadne did something really fucking adorable together" over at the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
inception_kink. Then this happened. Alright, so it's kind of out of character and really hastily written, BUT WHATEVER IT'S A/A.
a) "Why are we seeing this movie again?"
"It's supposed to be good." That's all Ariadne would say as she walked up to the counter to order a gigantic bag of popcorn, completely oblivious to Arthur's obvious agony.
"I don't see movies. I always walk out with gums and grease on my shoes, and the seats mess up my lines," Arthur looked down at his sleeves, cherishing the last few precious moments that they looked respectable.
"You'll see this movie," Ariadne said, taking his arm, and he knew now that he had no choice, "because it's good."
He insisted that they sit in the back, she arched her eyebrow.
"Not like that."
Arthur hated the movie, some silly romance, but didn't so much mind the darkness.
- - - - -
b) Arthur didn't know how he ended up in places like this. Fields with rows upon rows of pumpkins. The same orange, ugly shape multiplied by thousands.
"Everyone in my dorm is doing jack-o-lanterns. It's like the only social thing I have time for this semester."
This is what he gets for dating someone seven years younger than him.
Of course she insisted of taking ridiculous photos. Of course. This was Ariadne, she was supposed to be educated, mature, well above average intelligence for her age level.
But somehow that didn't seem to matter, seeing as was sticking his face into a wooden cutout of a scarecrow.
- - - - -
c) They decided to dream together for their first anniversary. It was Ariadne's choice, seeing as she had more knowledge of how to build inside the mind.
"Ariadne?"
She was resting her head on his shoulder, pulling up a cotton blanket over their thighs, gently rocking along with the slight lapping of water.
"Yes?"
"Are we on the Love Boat?"
- - - - -
d) Okay, he knew this had been the plan all along. She went to a gala with him, an art premiere and then an opera. He'd needed an injection of true culture into his life.
And of course, this means they needed to purchase a kitten for the apartment.
He didn't even bother putting on anything other than sandals and slacks. The place smelled of fish food and animal body heat.
Ariadne was bent at the knees, looking into a cage on the bottom row, sticking a finger in between the bars so that a paw could grapple with it.
It was an orange tabby.
- - - - -
e) "Freckles will be getting hungry."
Ariadne smiled. "Oh, I think he'll be alright." She ran her finger over the glass edge of her drink. He almost hated how much he loved that.
They were at a bar. A year ago, Arthur would have absolutely refused to even step foot on this street. It was a dive, or something that was close to becoming one.
"We need entertainment," Ariadne decided.
"That's not happening," Arthur took another gulp of his whiskey.
"I need entertainment." And then Ariadne did something absolutely despicable. She picked up a playlist from the bartender.
Author: Well...me.
Disclaimer: Christopher Nolan's reality > my reality.
Pairing: Arthur/Ariadne
Rating: Disney PG. It's seems like all I can ever do these days.
Notes: ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I MISSPELLED THE TITLE THE FIRST TIME AROUND? Ugh. Okay. Fine.
There was a prompt "Five time Arthur and Ariadne did something really fucking adorable together" over at the
inception_kink. Then this happened. Alright, so it's kind of out of character and really hastily written, BUT WHATEVER IT'S A/A.a) "Why are we seeing this movie again?"
"It's supposed to be good." That's all Ariadne would say as she walked up to the counter to order a gigantic bag of popcorn, completely oblivious to Arthur's obvious agony.
"I don't see movies. I always walk out with gums and grease on my shoes, and the seats mess up my lines," Arthur looked down at his sleeves, cherishing the last few precious moments that they looked respectable.
"You'll see this movie," Ariadne said, taking his arm, and he knew now that he had no choice, "because it's good."
He insisted that they sit in the back, she arched her eyebrow.
"Not like that."
Arthur hated the movie, some silly romance, but didn't so much mind the darkness.
- - - - -
b) Arthur didn't know how he ended up in places like this. Fields with rows upon rows of pumpkins. The same orange, ugly shape multiplied by thousands.
"Everyone in my dorm is doing jack-o-lanterns. It's like the only social thing I have time for this semester."
This is what he gets for dating someone seven years younger than him.
Of course she insisted of taking ridiculous photos. Of course. This was Ariadne, she was supposed to be educated, mature, well above average intelligence for her age level.
But somehow that didn't seem to matter, seeing as was sticking his face into a wooden cutout of a scarecrow.
- - - - -
c) They decided to dream together for their first anniversary. It was Ariadne's choice, seeing as she had more knowledge of how to build inside the mind.
"Ariadne?"
She was resting her head on his shoulder, pulling up a cotton blanket over their thighs, gently rocking along with the slight lapping of water.
"Yes?"
"Are we on the Love Boat?"
- - - - -
d) Okay, he knew this had been the plan all along. She went to a gala with him, an art premiere and then an opera. He'd needed an injection of true culture into his life.
And of course, this means they needed to purchase a kitten for the apartment.
He didn't even bother putting on anything other than sandals and slacks. The place smelled of fish food and animal body heat.
Ariadne was bent at the knees, looking into a cage on the bottom row, sticking a finger in between the bars so that a paw could grapple with it.
It was an orange tabby.
- - - - -
e) "Freckles will be getting hungry."
Ariadne smiled. "Oh, I think he'll be alright." She ran her finger over the glass edge of her drink. He almost hated how much he loved that.
They were at a bar. A year ago, Arthur would have absolutely refused to even step foot on this street. It was a dive, or something that was close to becoming one.
"We need entertainment," Ariadne decided.
"That's not happening," Arthur took another gulp of his whiskey.
"I need entertainment." And then Ariadne did something absolutely despicable. She picked up a playlist from the bartender.
