#daniel atlas x jack wilder

[dreamarchiviste]

The hardships of shipping rarepairs TT very few existing arts, fanfics, etc.

(ok, maybe not so rarepair for some, but fanworks of them are so limited, it just kinda makes me sad)

[hermionegalathynius]

Found Family (4/?)

So I was pleasantly surprised by the amount of positive reactions this story is getting. I just want to say thank you to everyone who takes the time to like or reblog or comment my work because it means the world to me.

Fandom: Now You See Me

Pairing: Danny Atlas x Reader

Warnings: Some swearing — read at your own discretion.

Part 3

  “Hello New York!” Danny exclaimed, stepping forward and greeting the crowd. They screamed. 

  “Thank you so much! Hey, it’s great to be back! And have you met our newest Horsemen, the May sisters! Y/n and Lula!”

  The audience cheered louder and you and Lula waved, bright smiles on both your faces. Danny grinned back at you with a wink. 

  “Feels good right?”

  You nodded, “Yep.”

  “Pretty good,” Lula said, walking across the stage, “Pretty good.”

  Danny turned back to the audience and started to calm them, “Thank you, thank you.”

  The cheering quietened.

  “Um, okay. We want to talk to you about your privacy. What does your privacy mean to you?”

  “Because apparently to Owen Case, it means absolutely nothing,” Merritt continued.

  The audience looked around nervously. Your smile widened as you moved to stand next to Danny.

  “No actually, Merritt, it means less than absolutely nothing,” you said before addressing the audience, “You see, Owen’s mocked your privacy. He’s scorned it.”

  Danny nodded, running a discreet hand down your back and loosening the tension in your shoulders. You tried not to blush in front of an audience of people. 

  “Right,” he continued, “and we’re not just talking about the things that you already agreed to when you signed probably without reading the terms and conditions of Octas 1 through 7.”

  “So,” Lula began, “Before we start the show, we had Owen agree to a few terms of our own.”

  You grinned at her, proud of her for reaching this dream. She looked so comfortable up there, talking to the audience. You were glad to be able to do it with her, too.

  “So everything that he had once considered private…” Lula trailed off.

  Your heart dropped to your stomach as her mic cut out. One glance at Danny told you he understood and he quickly walked over to Lula.

  “Yeah, everything that he once considered private is now…” his mic cut off too.

  “Shit,” you whispered, not bothering to mind your language as you assumed yours had cut off too. 

  The screen behind you flashed and white noise filled the theatre. People screamed. 

  “Oh my,” a computer-generated voice echoed through the room, “As the Horsemen like to say, magic is about controlling perception.”

  You gazed up at the shifting face that appeared on the screen. Someone grabbed your arm gently and you turned to see Danny. 

 “Y/n!” He exclaimed, “Are you alright?”

  You swallowed, fear piercing through you, “I… yeah. Yeah I’m okay. What’s going on, Danny?”

  He shook his head, “I don’t know.”

  “You see them as the champions of the truth,” the voice continued, “but are they? Or is that just another one of their illusions?”

  “Shit shit shit,” Merritt was saying as he and Lula joined you and Danny in the middle of the stage, “Where’s Dylan?”

  “And Jack?” Lula added. 

  “So since they clearly love secrets, let’s reveal some of theirs.”

  “Danny, everyone, get off the stage,” Dylan’s voice crackled through the coms, “Jack, go with them. I’ll see you at the meet up point.”

  Danny’s hand moved down your arm and gripped yours. You squeezed his fingers in response.

  “Let’s go,” he said, pulling you off the stage behind him. 

  The four of you began running, the voice echoing behind you clear as day. 

  “Do you recall the death of Jack Wilder? What if I told you he’s not just alive, but he’s actually right here.”

  Jack’s alarmed face under his security cap was displayed on a screen you passed as you ran out of the backstage area.

  “Dammit,” you heard Danny mutter. His hand was still firmly clasped around yours. Normally you would be bothered by the tightness, but adrenalin was coursing through your veins and you were just that desperate not to lose track of him in this chaos. 

  “And do you know who else is here? The FBI. Let’s let them in, shall we? And now for the big reveal…”

  “Where’s the door to the roof?” Danny called to Jack as the younger man joined the group running to the meeting point. 

  “Take the next left then up the stairs,” Jack said. 

  “There’s a fifth Horseman, and he’s the biggest criminal of them all. FBI agent Dylan Rhodes.”

  The five of you punched through the door to the roof. 

  “How the hell could this happen? I thought Dylan had everything under control!” Merritt yelled.

  “Yeah. Apparently he didn’t,” Danny said, quietly frustrated in the way you knew he could get.

  Merritt whirled on the illusionist, and something in his expression told you Danny wouldn’t like what he was about to say. 

  “Maybe you’re the leak, Dan. Where’ve you been sneaking off to?” Merritt demanded. 

  Danny let go of your hand and advanced on the mentalist, “Don’t you dare for a second insinuate that I had anything to do with this!”

  “I’m not insinuating, that’s your-“ Merritt began to retort, but Jack cut in. 

  “Let’s get to the truck, come on!”

  You all ran to the black tube. Danny nudged you in front of him, and you jumped in. 

  Gritting your teeth against the roller-coster sensation in your gut, you crossed your arms over your chest and noted with some curiosity the pulsing sound coming from the gaps in the tube. 

  You could also hear Jack sliding ahead of you and Danny behind you. After a moment you also heard Merritt screaming further back. 

  Then, with a thud you tumbled into a laundry basket. 

  “Wha…” you breathed, getting a split second to gaze around at your surroundings before Danny slammed into you. 

  “Oof,” he said, “Sorry. You okay?”

  You winced, “Yeah. A little bruised, but I’ve had worse. You?”

  He nodded as Lula and Merritt tumbled into the basket next to you, “Yeah. What the hell is going on?”

  “Wasn’t there supposed to be a truck?” Merritt asked, clambering out of the basket. The rest of you followed his lead. Asian people in white aprons started yelling at you, shoving you through a crowded, steamy kitchen.

  “Wait,” Danny said in between being shoved by Chinese chefs, “did you mis-run the tube?”

  “No, I put it in the truck, I know I did!” Jack exclaimed, bumping into you while trying to dodge an oncoming tray. 

  “We’re really not in the truck right now,” you said, stumbling into Danny who reached back and grabbed your hand, the sensation becoming familiar to you.

  “Somebody must have moved the tube,” Merritt said, as you all moved through a set of doors into what looked like a restaurant, “Were we above a Chinese restaurant?”

  “I’m moving, relax!” Lula yelled at the man who was shoving her out of the kitchen. 

  “Okay, why are we here?” you demanded.

  “Why am I frickin’ starving?” Lula asked, staring at the Chinese food everywhere.

  “Yeah, I’m weirdly starving too,” Jack mused.

  At their words your own stomach growled, responding to the smell of noodles and stir fry surrounding you.

  Merritt moved towards the door, popping his head outside. 

  “Something’s very wrong,” you told Danny softly.

  He nodded, brows furrowed, “Yeah, I agree.”

  “At least,” Lula began as Merritt returned, “And I know this isn’t much consolation, but apparently we’re now surrounded by Chinese food. Right?”

  “Guys…” Merritt said and you all turned to look at him, “I think where we are right now, they don’t refer to it as ‘Chinese food’. It’s just called… food.”

  “Shit,” you muttered.

  “Wait, what are you saying?” Danny asked, “How is this possible?”

  A high pitched giggle directed all of your attention to the man with a perm sitting at the table nearest you, facing away with a menu held up in front of his face. 

  “I believe in your particular parlance, the word is ‘magic’.”

Taglist:

@pulling-out-my-eyes

[alessiathepirate]

Now You See Me 2

MIDNIGHT ON THE THAMES: Dylan Rhodes/Shrike x fem!reader

Summary: The reveal happens at the stroke of midnight, in the middle of the Thames, on New Year's Eve - and she couldn't be happier. Or maybe she could, because Lula and Jack won't be the only ones kissing that night.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

This man is so underrated, it's a crime. He deserves some love - please love him.

Warnings: a bit of swearing, but nothing more

•••

No matter how many successful reveals they pull off, she still feels the same amount of excitement, happiness and slight nervousness at the end of every trick and show.

Yet, the strongest feeling out of all of them was the happiness. The happiness because everything turned out just fine in the end, because this tiring performance is close to being over and mostly because her friends are also smiling with honest, wide grins and letting out excited chuckles.

This one though, this one wasn't easy to pull off. It was possibly the hardest show they had to put together with the trouble and issues they had to overcome. It was tiring, stressful, but also kind of fun and thrilling.

After this they'll sleep through a day if not two, she smiled at the thought as she let go of Lula, who was the last to end the group hug.

As Walter, Tressler and Chase slowly, reluctantly left the plane, stepping into the light, not understanding what is happening around them; the last act was about to start -- and this, this will be her favourite.

Those three absolutely ruined her whole week, made her almost choke on tears and worry and made her hate their whole existence and the fact that if they wanted to fool them, they had to let them believe they won was hard to swallow. Now they will get those smirks off of their faces and make them realize how easy it was to fool them. They were greedy and arogant and now they are losers -- nothing more.

God, how much they had to go through to reveal their real faces to the world.

"No, no, you should feel pretty good about yourself man. You predicted it correctly." Atlas started to tease the three of them for her pleasure, as they looked around with nothing but pure shock on their faces. "The Thames, stroke of midnight. New Year's Eve. Happy New Year!"

The people, the hundreds of curious fans who decided to come and see the final act shouted in happiness and excitement. Before these people tonight, there'll be nothing they'll be able to hide. That thought alone made her smile wider.

"We would like to acknowledge not just our old friend, Arthur Tressler, but his young and brilliant son, Walter Mabry!" Daniel continued. "Who has performed one of the greatest feats of illusion even we have ever seen. He has, amazingly, brought himself back from the death!"

The audience roared again, but this time the happy laughter wasn't the thing what made her heartbeat unevenly fast. It was the presence of the person who could both calm her down and make her uneasy with butterflies. Dylan's hand landed on her arm, squeezing it gently, lovingly, making her mind into a mush and her tounge forgot how to function to speak - and it's soon her turn to say something. She didn't know what that meant, but it was a sign of something - something soft like a silent 'thank you' or 'congratulations'. Even if it was slightly confusing, it felt nice. Too nice.

"But before he did that, he revealed someone. And we think it only right to give him a proper introduction. He is our friend and he is our leader, Dylan Shrike!"

His hand slowly left her as he turned towards their audience and began to speak.

"So normally only the magician, his assistant, and a few trusted stage hands know the secret of a trick..."

His voice faded away as she looked at him, quietly admiring him from afar, letting him enjoy his place in the spotlight. Her mind was full of memories. Memories of him, memories of today. The day she thought she'll actually choke on stress and worry.

God, how thankful she is that he's okay. That he's alive and up here with them, not down there in the water.

They were close, so close she felt comfortable in his presence. He was a person she could trust with anything, a person who didn't tease her like Merritt or Danny did sometimes. They were play fights, she knew that, but still there was something special between her and Dylan, a different kind of honesty.

And knowing that he could die from the digusting 'magic trick' those three tried to pull off with him made her cry. Like actually cry, many tears with a dry and quiet voice.

After he climbed out of that damned safe, she followed him around like puppy, sitting next to him on the stairs as they discussed what to do next. She sat next to him, not daring to hug him, but craving it -- yet instead she just let their knees touch slightly. It was enough to give her some energy and acknowledge that now they are going to war.

A slight nudge made her let go of those memories, getting back to reality, to a moment she should enjoy. Jack was the one talking now, explaining the secret behind 'Find the Lady' and this time Merritt was the one standing next to her.

"Don't daydream yet, lover girl. We still got a show to run." he patted her back and then walked away with a knowing a smirk.

Damn mentalist, she thought just as Lula began to explain the secret behind the airplane. He knows everything he can use to tease people with.

"Basically, we showed them everything." she finally spoke up herself, still laughing a little as she watched how Merritt teased his brother, finally getting the upper hand. "The switch, the plane, the manipulation... Yet they were still too blind to see." she turned towards Walter, a smirk forming on her face. "And you kidnapped us to steal the very thing that is in your pocket."

Walter was about to reach into his coat's pocket, to see if their homemade special card is really there; but Atlas was quicker.

"Whoops!" he said as the card appeared in his hand, seemingly out of nowhere. "You know, this thing here, which you said you could use to adjust markets, manipulate goverments, and spy on whomever you choose."

"Also, you could, as you said, control the public from outside the grid." she continued as the public groaned in frustration, realizing what their words really meant.

That reaction filled her heart up with pride.

"These men destroy people's lives. Spying on the world, robbing you of your right to privacy." It was weird, how well she recognized Dylan's voice and how well her heart did as well - as it was beating faster. Their eyes met and even if he was speaking the harsh truth, his gaze was still soft. It was always soft with her. "And they do that by hiding in the dark. So in true Horsemen tradition, we are here to expose them."

"Tonight, they, like all of us, are finally stepping into the light." she was grinning as the people reacted, shouting, screaming happily, because the truth was finally out. "Thank you everybody!"

"We are the Horsemen and we will be back very soon!"

And the moment came - when the show ends, the tiredness appears. Her chest was heavy with pride and happiness, justice found those three men who ruined their lives for days without stopping. Now they got what they deserve.

And then the coundown began. The audience shouted, like if the wait until New Year was part of the show... They shouted as the sirens were turned on, meaning the FBI was on its way. It was time to leave -- and then finally rest.

And then she felt it, the push - the literal, physical push she knew she needed, which got her closer to Dylan, almost bumping into him. She didn't know who it was, although she could bet her right arm on one of her friends -- but it didn't really matter. Thoughts didn't really matter. She was there, close to him, their eyes met.

It was their moment.

"So fun's over, huh?" she tried to joke, but her throat was dry and she could feel that her cheeks were pink for sure.

And then it happened - the need in her was satisfied, they touched the other. That kind of closeness was new and intoxicating, but not at all uncomfortable. It was something what both of them longed for since forever - and now here they were.

Their lips touched. It was a quick and short kiss, but it was a very meaningful one. She felt it. She felt it in how warm his lips were, how he touched her cheeks and how he was slightly shaking just like her, because what they wanted finally happened. It was soft, but it was full of passion. All the unsaid feelings were pushed into that one, simple kiss.

"I love you." his words were simple, they were nothing special, but they still made her insides warm.

"Hey, we are on the clock here!"

Damn the clock!

They had to run, sure. But even that couldn't wash the lovesick smile off her face. It couldn't, because Dylan Shrike loved her. He said it himself and she knew it was true.

Dylan grabbed her arm, he held onto her firmly as they started to run - just in time, because the boats arrived and agents started to get out of them, running towards them.

"I love you too." she said as they hurried away. "I think I've loved you since you interrogated me."

"Ever since then, huh?" he chuckled.

"What can I say? I think it was the suit. You look really good in suits."

They both laughed even if they were a little bit out of breath.

Dylan suddenly stopped and so did she. She took a deep breath as she looked at the water of the Thames, which was only a few meters away. People shouted behind them, possibly the agents who were sent here, only to fail their mission once again. They never really learn.

He turned towards her and touched her cheeks once again, his thumbs drawing shapes gently into her skin.

"I need you to go, okay? I'll be right behind you, but there's one more thing I have to do."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek and then she looked up at him with a shy smile.

"I'll see you soon."

And just like that she was gone. Gone, disappeared into the night like the magician she is, making a fool out of the FBI once again.

Dylan stayed there, waiting for an agent to turn up so he can finish what he started and give them the proof they need against Tressler and his son. He stayed there as the shouts came closer. He stayed there and looked after his lover, knowing that he'll adore the moments he'll spend with her once they finally get to a safe place where they can finally rest.

[heliads]

Now You See Me Masterlist

Daniel Atlas

Someone in the Crowd - Based on this request: "daniel atlas x reader where reader volunteered to be a prop in a trick but atlas becomes super shy and stutters?" Imagine

Jack Wilder Masterlist

[fika-drw]

Anam Cara

Summary:

[Noun] [Gaelic] A person with whom you can share your deepest thoughts, feelings, and dreams with your soul friends.

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J. Daniel Atlas and Jack Wilder.

There was no one without the other. The pair always attach to the hips with one another. It would be a great dishonour to them, not to tell their story. How it starts, how the pair realise their feelings together, how they are invited to one of the greatest groups of magicians, the struggles and how everything challenges them, and what The Eye means for them and where it stands compared to their relationship.

Are you ready? Let’s begin.

[eludin-realm]

Character Name Ideas (Male)

So I've been browsing through BehindTheName (great resource!) recently and have compiled several name lists. Here are some names, A-Z, that I like. NOTE: If you want to use any of these please verify sources, meanings etc, I just used BehindTheName to browse and find all of these. Under the cut:

A: Austin, Aiden, Adam, Alex, Angus, Anthony, Archie, Argo, Ari, Aric, Arno, Atlas, August, Aurelius, Alexei, Archer, Angelo, Adric, Acarius, Achilou, Alphard, Amelian, Archander B: Bodhi, Bastian, Baz, Beau, Beck, Buck, Basil, Benny, Bentley, Blake, Bowie, Brad, Brady, Brody, Brennan, Brent, Brett, Brycen C: Cab, Cal, Caden, Cáel, Caelan, Caleb, Cameron, Chase, Carlos, Cooper, Carter, Cas, Cash, Cassian, Castiel, Cedric, Cenric, Chance, Chandler, Chaz, Chad, Chester, Chet, Chip, Christian, Cillian, Claude, Cicero, Clint, Cody, Cory, Coy, Cole, Colt, Colton, Colin, Colorado, Colum, Conan, Conrad, Conway, Connor, Cornelius, Creed, Cyneric, Cynric, Cyrano, Cyril, Cyrus, Crestian, Ceric D: Dallas, Damien, Daniel, Darach, Dash, Dax, Dayton, Denver, Derek, Des, Desmond, Devin, Dewey, Dexter, Dietrich, Dion, Dmitri, Dominic, Dorian, Douglas, Draco, Drake, Drew, Dudley, Dustin, Dusty, Dylan, Danièu E: Eadric, Evan, Ethan, Easton, Eddie, Eddy, Einar, Eli, Eilas, Eiljah, Elliott, Elton, Emanuel, Emile, Emmett, Enzo, Erik, Evander, Everett, Ezio F: Faolán, Faron, Ferlin, Felix, Fenrir, Fergus, Finley, Finlay, Finn, Finnian, Finnegan, Flint, Flip, Flynn, Florian, Forrest, Fritz G: Gage, Gabe, Grady, Grant, Gray, Grayson, Gunnar, Gunther, Galahad H: Hale, Harley, Harper, Harvey, Harry, Huey, Hugh, Hunter, Huxley I: Ian, Ianto, Ike, Inigo, Isaac, Isaias, Ivan, Ísak J: Jack, Jacob, Jake, Jason, Jasper, Jax, Jay, Jensen, Jed, Jeremy, Jeremiah, Jesse, Jett, Jimmie, Jonas, Jonas, Jonathan, Jordan, Josh, Julien, Jovian, Jun, Justin, Joseph, Joni, K: Kaden, Kai, Kale, Kane, Kaz, Keane, Keaton, Keith, Kenji, Kenneth, Kent, Kevin, Kieran, Kip, Knox, Kris, Kristian, Kyle, Kay, Kristján, Kristófer L: Lamont, Lance, Landon, Lane, Lars, László, Laurent, Layton, Leander, Leif, Leo, Leonidas, Leopold, Levi, Lewis, Louie, Liam, Liberty, Lincoln, Linc, Linus, Lionel, Logan, Loki, Lucas, Lucian, Lucio, Lucky, Luke, Luther, Lyall, Lycus, Lykos, Lyle, Lyndon, Llewellyn, Landri, Laurian, Lionç M: Major, Manny, Manuel, Marcus, Mason, Matt, Matthew, Matthias, Maverick, Maxim, Memphis, Midas, Mikko, Miles, Mitch, Mordecai, Mordred, Morgan, Macari, Maïus, Maxenci, Micolau, Miro N: Nate, Nathan, Nathaniel, Niall, Nico, Niels, Nik, Noah, Nolan, Niilo, Nikander, Novak, O: Oakley, Octavian, Odin, Orlando, Orrick, Ǫrvar, Othello, Otis, Otto, Ovid, Owain, Owen, Øyvind, Ozzie, Ollie, Oliver, Onni P: Paisley, Palmer, Percival, Percy, Perry, Peyton, Phelan, Phineas, Phoenix, Piers, Pierce, Porter, Presley, Preston, Pacian Q: Quinn, Quincy, Quintin R: Ragnar, Raiden, Ren, Rain, Rainier, Ramos, Ramsey, Ransom, Raul, Ray, Roy, Reagan, Redd, Reese, Rhys, Rhett, Reginald, Remiel, Remy, Ridge, Ridley, Ripley, Rigby, Riggs, Riley, River, Robert, Rocky, Rokas, Roman, Ronan, Ronin, Romeo, Rory, Ross, Ruairí, Rufus, Rusty, Ryder, Ryker, Rylan, Riku, Roni S: Sammie, Sammy, Samuel, Samson, Sanford, Sawyer, Scout, Seán, Seth, Sebastian, Seymour, Shane, Shaun, Shawn, Sheldon, Shiloh, Shun, Sid, Sidney, Silas, Skip, Skipper, Skyler, Slade, Spencer, Spike, Stan, Stanford, Sterling, Stevie, Stijn, Suni, Sylvan, Sylvester T: Tab, Tad, Tanner, Tate, Tennessee, Tero, Terrance, Tevin, Thatcher, Tierno, Tino, Titus, Tobias, Tony, Torin, Trace, Trent, Trenton, Trev, Trevor, Trey, Troy, Tripp, Tristan, Tucker, Turner, Tyler, Ty, Teemu U: Ulric V: Valerius, Valor, Van, Vernon, Vespasian, Vic, Victor, Vico, Vince, Vinny, Vincent W: Wade, Walker, Wallis, Wally, Walt, Wardell, Warwick, Watson, Waylon, Wayne, Wes, Wesley, Weston, Whitley, Wilder, Wiley, William, Wolfe, Wolfgang, Woody, Wulfric, Wyatt, Wynn X: Xander, Xavier Z: Zachary, Zach, Zane, Zeb, Zebediah, Zed, Zeke, Zeph, Zaccai

[panevanbuckley]

okay wait is there a ship name for j. daniel atlas/jack wilder yet or...?!

[ongaku-ato-kakikomi]

Can I have a contortionist! Reader who was daniel atlas's assistant but he let her go because she's not what an assistant looks like in his mind. He is basically a douchebag about it

Henley drops her luggage on the floor before she flops onto the room’s sofa, a groan of relief escaping her throat as she feels the soft pillows on her back. “Gosh, that flight was so long!”

Merritt chuckles at her behavior, sitting on the left emtpy space right next to her feet. “Good thing we now have that nice little hotel room to relax! Thank to our mysterious employer...”

“I don’t know about you guys...” Daniel walks through the room with a large grin, his eyes already looking at the mini-fridge in the corner. “... but I’m starving! I could eat a horse right now!”

“Hey, look!” Jack smiles wildly as he approaches a tiny box set up in the middle of the room, his eyes lighting up as he picks something that was put on top of it. “A new card!”

His three comrads immediately turn their heads towards him as soon as he pronounces those last words, Jack turning the card around so he can read the written words out loud.

“Enjoy getting to know your new partner.” Jack frowns as soon as he reads those words, his eyes turning towards his as-confused teammates. “We’re getting a new partner?”

Daniel chuckles, showing off the empty room. “Do you see anyone else here?-”

He gives out a shriek when the box violently jumps, as if something inside was trying to get out. Jack doesn’t waste a second to step away from him, his eyes wide with fear. Both Henley and Merritt stand up from the couch, slowly taking a few steps back as they observe the box move some more.

“Gah...!” Jack screams when the box opens, the young man taking a few more steps back. “What the hell is that...?”

He rapidly points at a human leg coming out of the box, soon touching the ground a few seconds later. They all silently watch an arm come out next, unsure how a human being could even fit inside such a tiny box, only for to tense up when they see a human head come out.

“Hi.” You say those words with a wide grin, pulling your other arm out as you speak. “Nice to meet you all.”

“Oh-oh-oh!” Merritt’s eyes gleam up as he grins wildly, pointing at you with a certain pride on his face. “A contortionist! That should come handy!”

“Finally, another girl.” Henley’s lips stretch out onto her cheeks, her head giving a few looks to her partners. “No offence, but the team’s had an awful smell of testosterone.”

“Wow, dude!” Jack walks towards with a shaky hand, trying to lower his heartbeat when you take it. “That’s incredible! How long were you in that box?”

“An hour or two, I’d say.” You use Jack’s help to get out of the box, a shiver running down his spine when he sees your arms and legs move in an inhuman way. “Just long enough to get cozy in there.”

You turn your head towards the fourth member of the team, your smile faltering down to an annoyed frown.

“Hi, Daniel.”

He blinks a few times at you, annoyance coming to his features a few seconds later. “Hi, (Y/N).”

“Whoa, wait a second.” Merritt points at the two of you, his lips stretching out onto his cheeks. “I’m sensing a little history there.”

“Yeah, um...” Daniel makes a move with his hand, trying to find the right words. “(Y/N) used to be my assistant back in the day...”

Henley gives out a gasp. “You too?”

“Yeah, I was.” You glare at Daniel, your teeth tightening. “Until he fired me.”

Gasps are heard around the room, his eyes falling onto Daniel as soon as you speak out those words.

Merritt squints his eyes at him. “You fired her?”

“Dude, she literally crawled out of a tiny box!” Jack points at the empty box behind you, confused and in complete disbelief. “She must have been awesome!”

“What?” Henley crosses her arms over her chest, an annoyed look spread onto her features. “She wasn’t pretty enough for you?”

“Um...” Daniel scratches the back of his head, his mouth opening and closing a few times. “Not exactly...”

“He said ‘I didn’t look like an assistant’.” You emphase your words by mimicking air quotes with your fingers, your eyes glaring at the brown-haired man. “Thought it’d be better if I stopped the contortionist act and wore more sexy outfits.”

“Okay...” He gives out a hard smile, frustration spreading on his face. “I did not say it like that.”

Henley scoffs. “Yeah, right. It was probably worse.”

“Oh, will you stop?” Daniel gives everyone an annoyed look. “She was creeping out the customers. If she had listened to me, I wouldn’t have need to fire her!”

“Yeah, keep saying that...” You make a point to walk past him so you can get to the kitchen, your eyes looking him up and down with a disgusted look on your face. “I’m sure it helps you sleep at night.”

His hard smile widens. “As a matter of fact, I sleep very well. Thank you for asking.”

You silently mock him as he speaks, making a stupid face as you do so. That’s enough to bring a snort out of Merritt while both Jack and Henley smirks, leaving Daniel with a frustrated look.

“Are you... are you seriously mocking me right now?” He squints his eyes at you, finding this situation unbelievable. “We’re not five, (Y/N)!”

“Yet you act like you are.” You open the mini-fridge to take a look inside, your hand reaching to pick a water bottle. “You’d better grow if we’re gonna be partners again... unless you wanna fire me again. Oh, wait!” You turn your head at him, a hard grin on your face. “You can’t.”

Daniel groans as he hears his partners snicker behind his back, a flush of embarrassment taking over his cheeks. “Are you gonna be like this the entire time?”

“You mean if I’m gonna enjoy making you miserable?” You walk past him a second time, sending him a wink on your way over to your new partners. “Why, yes, I will.”

“Oh, I love you already.” Henley intertwines her arm with yours, already leading you to one of the other rooms. “Now, please tell me every douchebag thing Daniel as done.”

“Hey!” Daniel screams out that word just as you two disappear, his eyes filled with an unreadable expression. “Hey, I forbid you two to talk about me!”

“Man...” Jack snorts, his arms crossed over his chest as he grins at Daniel. “You’ve really got a bad streaks with girls, don’t you?”

Daniel glares at him. “Save it.”

“Ooh.” Merritt wiggles his eyebrows, sharing a teasing grin with Jack. “The man’s sensitive.”

“Oh, shut up.” Daniel grumbles out those words as he walks towards the room’s exit, no longer wanting to stay around any of them. “I’m going to the bar. Don’t wait for me.”

His teammates laugh at his reaction just as he walks out, the noise still being heard through the door.

The worse thing: seeing you again only brought his guilt back.

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J. Daniel Atlas

Now You See Me x Reader

Summary: at first Atlas just wanted to see her scared when they got on the Ferris wheel, considering her fear of heights. But once they got to the top, everything changed.

"No, no, no, NO! You are not leaving me here with Atlas!" Y/n stated, looking towards Merritt, Jack, and Henley, her finger pointed angrily at Daniel who had a wide smirk on his face.

"Oh, Come on Y/n I thought we were on a first name basis? We've known each other for three years." Daniel spoke up.

Y/n's eyes narrowed as she turned her head towards the man, "first name basis? We literally don't know your actual first name! And plus, you don't even deserve it! I'm absolutely sick and tired of your cocky, know-it-all attitude! And I know I've delt with it for three years but you've gotten especially irritating lately!"

Daniel threw his hands up defensively, "woah Ok calm down babe-"

"Do not call me babe I swear to God I will kill you Atlas." Y/n snapped.

The rest of the group had separated from each other, each going to different rides and leaving Y/n alone with Daniel.

Daniel looked away from Y/n to see the line for the Ferris Wheel moving up, his smirk was kept on his face as he suddenly grabbed her wrist, a thought coming into his mind.

"Hey! Let go of me Atlas! What the hell are you doing?!" Y/n grunted as he pulled her further into the line.

"We ourselves are going on the Ferris Wheel." Daniel said calmly, pretending not to notice her fierce attitude.

Y/n looked at him confused, "what do you mean "ourselves"-" She cut herself off when you noticed that the others were gone, "-oh. God damnit I told them not to leave me with you." She grumbled in annoyance.

Daniel chuckled, a dangerous glint in his eye as they walked closer to the Ferris Wheel as the line moved up.

Y/n looked up at the Ferris Wheel, her gut doing flips as her nerves took over. To say she was scared of heights is an understatement. In fact, she's absolutely terrified of them. She wouldn't have come if it weren't for Merrit and Jack teasing her so much about it. She tried her best to hide it from Daniel, but the uncontrollable slight shaking of her hands didn't exactly help her.

Daniel looked over at her, "oh cmon L/n you'll be fine. There's nothing to worry about, you'll be locked in tight with me right by your side." He remarked.

Y/n's eyes narrowed at him, "oh good, a dream come true. Being trapped up there with you." She responded sarcastically.

He just smirked at her.

She groaned, rolling her eyes and turning her head away from him, looking down at the ground as they moved forward again. "There are so many bad things that could happen. The wheel could break down right when we're at the top, our seat could come loose and fall off, and-and-UGH. There's just so many things that could go wrong." She whined.

Daniel rolled his eyes at her, "you don't always have to be such a worry wart."

Y/n stayed silent, keeping her eyes on the ground, her hands shoved in her sweater pocket. "Im not a worry wart I'm just...scared of heights." She mumbled, so quietly that she hoped Daniel hadn't heard.

Unfortunately for her he had. "You're afraid of heights??? How did I not know this about you?"

Y/n sighed with a shrug of her shoulders, "I just didn't want you to know because I didn't want this to be added on the list for something to tease me about. I already get teased enough by Merritt and Jack, I didn't want you to join in. God I was lucky that you were too busy looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror to hear us."

Daniel chuckled, "oh, you'll be fine. Hey, maybe this experience will help you get over it." He joked.

Y/n glared at him, "If I die on the Ferris Wheel I'm blaming it all on you, Atlas." She punched him on the shoulder lightly.

Daniel smirked, "go ahead. Nothing will go wrong though."

Y/n scoffed as she saw it was their turn to get onto one of the seats and yanked Daniel's arm, pulling him with her quickly and sitting down with a huff.

Daniel chuckled at her for the fourth or fifth time that night and put the bar down over their legs, making sure they were secure.

Y/n said nothing, her eyes focused on her lap as she tried not to look down. They hadn't gotten very far up yet, but the thought was still scary.

Daniel looked at the woman, judging her slightly. "We're not that far up yet. You can look up."

Y/n shook her head, "I don't care. I don't wanna be here in the first place. Especially with you." She grumbled.

Daniel raised an eyebrow, "if you didn't want to be here, Why'd you go?"

Y/n shrugged, "I just...I didn't like Merritt and Jack teasing me so much. And when they said that I would be too much of a wuss to go on the Ferris Wheel at the fair I just-i just needed to prove them wrong. It would have been better if one of them had gone on with me, but of course the douchebags we call our friends just had to leave me with you. GOD and they know how much I hate you!" She said in frustration, though trying not to yell because she didn't want to ruin everyone else's fun who were on the wheel.

Daniel went silent as he stared at her. She really hated him that much? I mean yeah he gets why she wouldn't like him because of his cocky attitude and always wanting to be right but...hate? Was he really that mean to her to make her hate him so much?

Y/n looked up when she didn't hear anything come from him, "what? You finally don't have a snarky remark, Atlas? You've finally run out of things to say?" She challenged.

Daniel blinked, snapping himself out of his thoughts, replacing his stoic expression expression a smirk, "what have I said about you calling me Atlas?"

"You can tell me I can call you by your first name all you want but that won't make me call you that." Y/n crossed her arms.

They were almost to the top, Y/n completely unaware as her focus was on Daniel.

Though they were already close due to the build of the seat, Daniel had somehow found a way to get closer yet not close enough for their noses to touch. "Well, I am very capable of finding ways to do everything. I'm sure I can find a way for you to start calling me by my first name." He whispered just loud enough for her to hear.

Y/n went silent, her cheeks starting to heat up as she noticed how close he was. They were staring into each other's eyes, neither noticing how the gap between them was getting smaller as they leaned in closer.

But before anything could happen Y/n pulled away, pushing Daniel's chest so they could be farther apart again.

She looked away from him, hoping to avoid eye contact but it's kind of hard when the guy she is now trying to ignore hasnt stopped his staring.

Y/n looked up at the sky, looking everywhere but Daniel and the ground. "Stop staring at me Atlas it's rude." She grumbled.

Daniel shrugged, looking down at the ground he could tell that they were all the way at the top and so far nothing has gone wrong. "Whatever. Hey look! We're all the way at the top and have we fallen out of our seat yet?"

Y/n's head slowly turned and she looked down to the ground, seeing he was right. "...No."

"Has the wheel broken down and made us stuck up here?" He just loved to tease her.

Y/n shook her head slightly, "no b-"

They spoke too soon. As soon as the words came out of their mouths the Ferris Wheel suddenly stopped, making everyone on the ride gasp in shock and surprise. Whispers from some of them could be heard.

Y/n's breath hitches at the sudden stop, her hands automatically finding their way to Daniel's arm in fear.

Daniel looks at her with a raised brow and a slight smirk, although it fell when he saw how terrified she looked. "Your okay, it's fine." He reassured.

Y/n turned her head towards him, her eyes looking at him in confusion, he's suddenly acting nice to her which is very out of character for him.

The tension between them started to rise again as their eyes locked, neither of them being able to look away.

Daniel decided to break the strong silence, "we should kiss."

"Yeah, we should." Y/n agreed, unwrapping her hands from his arm.

And without any hesitation they both leaned in, Daniel cupping her face in his hands as Y/n put her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her as much as she could to close the gap between them, though there wasn't much in the first place.

All previous thoughts left the woman's head and were replaced with the thought of how his hands felt against her cheeks, the way she could feel his lips on her own. And, well, which led to some not so child friendly thoughts come through.

They only stopped when they felt the wheel start to move again and cheers coming from the people below and the people on the other seats (well, mostly it was actually because because the two needed oxygen but anyways).

They pulled away from each other smiling as they reached reached ground.

They got out of their seats, holding each other's hands as they caught sight of their friends, who had gathered back to the Ferris Wheel to see what all the commotion was about, to which they saw the kiss between the two magicians.

Each of them had smirks on their faces, Merritt going to say something before Y/n cut him off.

"We don't speak of what just happened. Okay? I-" Y/n started to speak.

Daniel cut her off, "WE don't need to hear any of your opinions, because we know what you're going to say."

Y/n nodded, "now, let's go shall we?"

They all agreed, starting to walk to the exit, Y/n and Daniel behind the group.

Daniel leaned in and whispered into her ear, "do you wanna finish what we started?"

Y/n smirked, "of course I do." She whispered back.

"Your room or mine?"

"Yours."

"Good enough for me."

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God I really hoped this all saved 😭😭😭😭 sorry for the crappy ending but I didn't know how to really end it and it was getting really long. Also if you saw me post it before when it had no ending bc it didn't save...no u didn't.

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How the NYSM2 men would react to your kidnapping...

Daniel Atlas

Daniel would be the first to take action to rescue Y/n.

He would use his charm and connections to gather information on her whereabouts and devise a plan to get her back.

He would be determined and focused, putting all his energy into finding and rescuing Y/n.

Daniel would be extremely protective of Y/n, especially after her kidnapping.

He would take it upon himself to make sure that she is safe and would go to great lengths to keep her out of harm's way.

Daniel is a strategic thinker and would use his skills in planning and execution to come up with a plan to rescue Y/n.

He would carefully consider all options and weigh the risks and benefits of each one before taking action.

Daniel has a natural charisma that would make him an effective leader in a crisis situation.

He would be able to inspire and motivate his team to take action and would be able to think on his feet to adapt to changing circumstances.

As a master illusionist, Daniel has a talent for thinking outside the box and coming up with creative solutions to problems.

He would use his skills in misdirection and sleight of hand to distract the

Despite his confident exterior, Daniel can be emotionally vulnerable at times.

Y/n's kidnapping would bring out a more vulnerable side to him, and he would rely on the support of his team to get through the ordeal.

He would also be more open with Y/n about his feelings towards her, which may surprise her given his usual suave and confident demeanor.

Jack Wilder

Jack would be the most visibly upset and angry by Y/n's kidnapping.

He would be laser-focused on finding her and would stop at nothing to bring her back safely.

He would be willing to take extreme risks and use his skills in sleight of hand and pickpocketing to get any information that might help in the rescue.

Jack is a master thief and pickpocket, so he would blame himself for not being able to prevent Y/n's kidnapping.

He would be wracked with guilt and would feel responsible for her safety.

Jack is known for his daring and risky moves, and he would not hesitate to take dangerous actions to rescue Y/n.

He would be willing to break into high-security locations, confront dangerous criminals, and even put himself in harm's way to save her

Jack is a highly skilled and resourceful thief, and he would use all his talents to track down Y/n's kidnappers.

He would follow every lead, use his contacts in the criminal underworld, and even use his skills in illusion and misdirection to uncover information and rescue Y/n.

Underneath his tough exterior, Jack is a sensitive and emotional person.

He would be devastated by Y/n's kidnapping and would struggle to keep his emotions in check.

He would seek comfort and support from the other members of the Four Horsemen, and would be willing to let his guard down and show his vulnerability around them.

Jack has a strong sense of loyalty and would feel a deep connection to Y/n, especially since they have worked together as part of the Four Horsemen.

He would be fiercely protective of her and would stop at nothing to ensure her safety, even if it meant putting his own life on the line.

Merritt Mckinney

Merritt would be devastated by Y/n's kidnapping, but he would remain calm and level-headed in order to help with the rescue mission.

He would use his skills in hypnosis to gather information from people involved in the kidnapping and to aid in the rescue efforts.

Merritt would blame himself for Y/n's kidnapping, even if he had no direct involvement in it.

He would feel guilty that he couldn't use his hypnosis skills to prevent it from happening.

Merritt would use his powers of hypnosis to try to gain information about Y/n's kidnappers.

He would use his knowledge of psychology to get into the minds of the kidnappers and figure out their motives and weaknesses.

Merritt would be the most compassionate and empathetic of the group towards Y/n.

He would be able to connect with her on a deeper emotional level and understand what she might be going through.

Merritt would be the voice of reason in the group, encouraging the others to stay focused and calm during the rescue mission.

He would remind them that their actions could have consequences and to think before they act.

Merritt would also be the most creative in terms of coming up with ideas to rescue Y/n.

He would use his knowledge of hypnosis and psychology to devise unique plans that the others might not have thought of.

Overall, Merritt's skills in hypnosis and psychology would make him a valuable asset in the group's efforts to rescue Y/n.

He would be both compassionate and creative in his approach, and would be a calming influence on the others during a high-stress situation.

Dylan Rhodes/Shrike

Dylan would be extremely determined to rescue Y/n, but he would also be pragmatic and calculated in his approach.

He would use his position as an FBI agent to gather information and coordinate with law enforcement to ensure a safe and successful rescue operation.

Dylan would feel personally responsible for Y/n's safety, as he had recruited her to be a member of the Four Horsemen.

He would be deeply troubled by her kidnapping and would take it as a failure on his part to protect her.

Dylan would be methodical in his approach to the rescue mission, carefully analysing every detail and potential lead.

He would work closely with law enforcement to gather information and coordinate the rescue operation.

Despite his professionalism, Dylan would be emotionally invested in the mission to rescue Y/n.

He would be willing to take risks and make difficult decisions in order to bring her back safely.

Dylan's loyalty to Y/n would be unwavering, even in the face of danger.

He would be willing to put himself in harm's way to ensure her safety and would not hesitate to confront the kidnappers directly if necessary.

As the leader of the Four Horsemen, Dylan would take responsibility for the actions of his team and would work tirelessly to ensure that Y/n is rescued without any harm coming to her.

He would be determined to right the wrongs committed against her and ensure that justice is served.

Walter Mabry

Walter would initially be indifferent to Y/n's kidnapping, but he would eventually become involved when he realizes that his own interests are at stake.

He would use his wealth and connections to gather information on Y/n's whereabouts, but his actions would be motivated more by self-interest than concern for her safety.

As a wealthy businessman with a history of shady dealings, he is not unused to dangerous situations and would likely prioritize his own interests over Y/n's safety.

However, as he becomes more involved in the search for Y/n, Walter would start to become more invested in her fate.

His self-interest may evolve into a desire to protect Y/n, as he sees her as a valuable asset that he wants to keep under his control.

Walter would use his connections in the criminal underworld to gather information about Y/n's kidnappers and would likely try to negotiate with them for her release.

However, his involvement in the situation may also put Y/n in greater danger, as his actions could draw attention from other powerful and dangerous people.

Ultimately, Walter's motivations for rescuing Y/n would remain murky. It is unclear whether he genuinely cares about her or if he is simply trying to protect his own interests.

His actions would likely be complex and multi-layered, with his true intentions remaining unclear until the very end.

If Y/n were to be rescued, Walter's reaction would depend on whether he succeeded in protecting his interests.

He may be genuinely relieved and grateful, or he may view her rescue as simply a business transaction that he was able to successfully negotiate.

Regardless, he would likely remain a complicated and ambiguous figure in Y/n's life.

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I cannot tell you all how much your support of my writing means to me. I’m so sorry this took so long. If I’m being honest, the next part might take even longer (just because I’m busy with college exams and uni applications… the stress levels are REAL high right now) but I want you to know I love reading your comments and I smile every time someone reacts to my posts. Anyway, here we go!

Fandom: Now You See Me

Pairing: Daniel Atlas x Reader

Warnings: some swearing, read at your own discretion.

  “Can’t we all — just once — stay in the same place for more than a few weeks at a time?” you sighed, climbing in the back of the car with Merritt and Danny. 

  “I agree that that would be nice, but currently we have no control over where we go and when. Literally, considering we entered the tube in New York and were spat out in Macau,” Danny said, letting you rest your head on his shoulder tiredly. 

  “It’s all about blind spots,” Merritt’s brother said once the car began moving through the streets of Macau, “When you’re staring straight at something and not see it. Why? Blind spots! We learnt that together, didn’t we, bro?”

  Merritt grunted, staring blankly at the floor. You nudged his foot with yours gently, trying to comfort him. He flashed a small, grateful smile. 

  “Did he tell you that we were partners, once?” Chase continued, “No? I didn’t think so. The ‘Mini-McKinneys’.”

  “Cool,” Lula said flatly.

  “And then one day, we were 12, and Virginia von Welsheim had a very nice party down the street. I had a little tum-tum, couldn’t go. Mer-Bear did it on his own and got a taste of the solo thing, and uh… and kicked me to the curb.”

  “Oh god,” Danny muttered. You nudged him in the side for insensitivity. 

  Merritt sighed, “Chase, you win! I concede. Just tell me how you did it.”

  Chase grinned, “Delivery came to your door about a month ago… a little za?”

  “Za?” Danny asked.

  “Pizza,” Merritt told him, then addressing his brother, “Huh?”

  “Yeah, so what he did, my little womb-mate, is he downloaded all of your private information and my employer had all he needed.”

  You could feel Danny glaring at Merritt for accusing him of being the leak. You rolled your eyes at his ability to hold a grudge. 

  “Thanks,” Danny said to Merritt sarcastically, then turning to Chase, “How did you know how to find him?”

  “That’s a very good question, Atlas,” Chase said, miming locking his mouth closed and throwing away the key. 

  “Okay,” Danny said, frustration bleeding from his tone. 

  “Danny, I swear to god, don’t make Merritt feel worse about this than he already does,” you whispered so only he could hear. 

  “He’s a hypocrite, Y/n,” Danny hissed.

  You just took your head off his shoulder and shifted away from him, too angry to care about how tired you were in that moment. Why couldn’t he just let it go? 

  The car pulled in to what looked like a casino and stopped at the front door. The Horsemen got out, flanked by more armed guards. 

  “Just follow the guards, they’ll take you to my boss,” Chase said with a grin, “Been fun playing this cat-and-mouse with you, broski. Meow.”

  Merritt rubbed his eyes with his middle fingers. You found a grim sort of satisfaction in that. 

  “Have fun at the Sands,” Chase called as the car pulled away again and you were escorted into the casino. 

  “I am so, so, so sorry,” Merritt said to Danny. You watched wearily from behind them, hoping Danny swallowed his pride for once. 

  “Yeah, you should be.” Of course not. “Don’t ever accuse me of betraying us again, okay?”

  You scoffed, quickening your steps to walk past him and get him out of your eyesight. Unfortunately, the guards led you to an elevator where you were forced to stand in the back and watch as Danny walked in and caught your eye, cocking his head at your glare, and resting his hand against the wall. Your heart thumped loudly at the sight, adding to your frustration. God dammit, he was not allowed to look that good when you were angry with him!

  “Do you guys ever think that the Eye is watching this?” Lula asked next to you, breaking the sullen silence, “You know, that maybe this is even what they want? And at the exact right moment they’re going to swoop in, and we’ll be like, ‘Yes! Thank God you’re here! Thank God! Just in the nick of time, Eye!’ And then we’ll just celebrate, and it was all worth it in the end?”

  Silence. You swallowed, still gazing at Danny. 

  “I don’t even really think that either, so… It’s cool.”

  The elevator door pinged, and opened up behind you. Some sort of rock music blared as the five of you turned around. A man stood in front of huge, floor-length windows looking out on Macau. His leg jerked in time with the music as he flicked a playing card back and forth between his hands. 

  You were shoved out of the elevator by the guards as the man turned around and exclaimed, “Ah! Ta-da! So happy to be working with you! Please, come in, come in!”

  The guards shoved you further, and you winced as one of them elbowed you in the ribs, a soft huff leaving your mouth. 

  “Hey! Hands off her, buddy,” Danny said, stepping between you and the guard. You swallowed down the warmth blooming in your chest at his words, desperately trying to cling to the anger you had held for him just moments earlier. It was a pointless exercise, but damn you if you didn’t try. 

  “Wait, sorry, how are you working with us?” he asked, still standing in front of you which forced you to peer at the stranger over his shoulder. 

  “Oh, well, as much as a magician who pulls a rabbit from a hat is working with that rabbit,” the man explained, pulling on a pair of very expensive looking slippers and walking over his koi-pond floor, “We'll be working together. Yes. Allow me to introduce myself.”

  “Yeah, you’re Walter Mabry,” you stated, stepping out from behind Danny. 

  “You died a year ago,” Jack clarified. 

  “Yes!” Mabry exclaimed, “An idea I got from you, Mr Wilder! Fake your death and the world puts its guard down.”

  You glanced at Lula who stood to your left — she seemed just as overwhelmed as you felt. 

  “I’m able to control quite a few companies, including my old partner Owen’s, as a consortium of so-called anonymous shareholders,” Mabry continued. 

  “And that violates how many SEC laws?” Lula asked. 

  “I believe it breaks all of them,” Mabry answered casually. 

  “All of them,” Lula repeated dryly.

  How could everything have gone so wrong, you thought, dread curling in your gut. This man was obviously unstable, and had no qualms with breaking laws and risking going to jail. Who knew what he was really capable of when pushed?

  “You see, you all want an audience. Need one, desperately. It’s quite sad really,” he directed this at Danny who’s jaw twitched in irritation. You gripped his wrist gently, silently begging him to keep his cool, “I, on the other hand, want the opposite of that. I just want to be, and I am, one hundred percent off the grid. You know why?”

  “Yeah, because the grid is for actual human beings,” Danny quipped, making you grip his wrist tighter. He sent an apologetic glance your way, twisting his hand to grab yours. 

  Mabry was infuriated for a total of zero point five seconds before giving Danny a chillingly calm smile, “No, because in a world of total surveillance, the only true freedom lies in not being seen. You can’t control the grid from within the grid. Follow me.”

  He began walking off. When you didn’t follow him he repeated, “Follow me!”

  “Okay, alright.”

  The guards pushed you forward and the five of you followed Mabry as he spoke. 

  “You pulled a hat out of a rabbit,” he said, turning to Lula, “That was very colourful.”

  She sighed, “Almost eight and a half years ago, so, no need to bring that up.”

  You yourself winced at the memory. Mabry was wrong, there had been an abundance of one colour in particular — red. 

  Mabry grinned and instead turned to Danny, “We can’t all be held accountable for our adolescent personas, can we, Magicolio?”

  Your eyes widened and you whirled on Danny who’s jaw ticked in irritation, “Magicolio… that was fifteen years ago.”

  Oh, you were definitely going to use this. It was gold. 

  “Don’t get me wrong,” Mabry continued, very obviously enjoying his main character moment, “Like you, and many others I suppose, who were not getting any sex in high school, I dabbled with it.” Merritt pointed at Danny who shook his head. “But, uh, unlike you, I was able to transition upward towards actual magic.”

  He gestured to the side where there stood what looked like a giant, shiny server, “Science, you may have heard it called. So would you like to know, my friends, just how I got you here?”

  “We know how you did it,” you stated, having figured that out on the ride here. 

  “No you don’t,” Mabry said sharply. 

  “Yeah, you stole our files from the show,” Merritt drawled, “then obviously hypnotised us.”

  “No, seriously, stop.”

  “The strobe was a combo of binaural beats, as well as…”

  “I said stop!” Mabry yelled, grabbing the sides of Merritt’s neck. The mentalist looked down at the shorter man, a little disturbed. Danny gripped your hand tighter, “You might not be having fun, but I am.”

  “You have an unusual way of showing it,” Merritt mused.

  Mabry ignored his comment and stepped back, clapping his hands together and grinning excitedly,” So... How did I do it? Easy. You see, magicians like to control other people's perceptions. In your heightened state of agitation, you saw the simplest cues — Black tube, roof — and your minds filled in the rest.”

  “Shit,” you muttered, mentally kicking yourself for not keeping your head during the chaos.

  “But the tube you meant to go down was 20 feet to your right,” Mabry finished smugly, “Go on, sit down. There's no one

standing in your way.”

  “Don’t mind if I do,” Merritt quipped, settling onto the couch. 

  With slight caution, you followed his lead, Danny plopping down next to you. To your dismay, Mabry squeezed in between you and Lula.

  “Anyway, once in the tube, yes you’re right. Blah blah blah, the strobe contained UV letters pulsing the word ‘sleep’, and this combined with the sound put you into an instant alpha pattern.”

  The image of the flashing lights in the tube resurfaced in your mind’s eye and you tried not to wince at the reality of it. You had been tricked. All of you. Dylan too, probably. Not to mention you were now at the mercy of this clearly unhinged not-dead billionaire with a god complex. 

  “And from then on,” Mabry continued, “it really was just fun, and I can assure you, you don’t know what happened.”

  With that he clicked the remote and a power point was displayed on the screen in front of you. The opening slide was black with the words ‘Our trip to Macau’ in white typing. The next slide cleared everything up. 

  “That’s really creepy,” You stated, cautiously eyeing the photograph of your unconscious self lying with your head in Danny’s lap as he leaned on Mabry who was giving the camera the finger. 

  “Really, really creepy,” Lula agreed.

  “That’s not cool,” you said, shaking your head. 

  “Yep, easy stuff, magic, if you put your mind to it,” Mabry said cheerfully. You wanted to claw his eyes out. This urge was heightened when the next photo showed draped over Mabry’s lap, your head resting on his shoulder. 

  Danny tensed next to you.

  “Alright, that’s enough,” he interjected, “So why are we here then? You know, besides you getting to show off how adorably clever you are?” 

  “Well to start with, the man you stole from last year. Turns out I had invested a lot of money in some of his companies so a lot of what you stole, was in fact mine.” Mabry said, his cheerful tone completely at odds with the accusation.

  “It’s a small world,” you muttered, rolling your eyes. It figured this lunatic was after money. Or revenge. Either was enough to satisfy people like him.

  “Good news is, it’s very easy for you to pay me back! I just need your… skills.”

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gonna go read Daniel Atlas x Jack Wilder (smut) on a03 <3

[alessiathepirate]

Post-Now You See Me 2

RIFFLE SHUFFLE: Dylan Rhodes / Shrike x fem!reader

Summary: Waking up next to her was something Dylan Shrike liked to experience.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

Warnings: nothing at all, just some soft fluff

•••

It's been a while since Dylan Shrike woke up peacefully, his eyes opening slowly, trying to get used to the light.

It still felt unusual. After all those years, working for the FBI, waking up when every other person on Earth was still sleeping -- waking up to the annoying buzzing of his alarm, hurrying through chaotic mornings and then getting to work...

This felt nice. This was something he could get used to. Slow mornings, soft ones - where he doesn't have to drink strong coffees and quickly dress up.

It felt nice, because his bed wasn't empty like it used to be in the past.

Dylan turned around, facing the other side of the bed, the side of her lover, as he was still hugged by the duvet. As his eyes examined the other side, the state of it and the person sitting up with her back to the headboard, he couldn't help but smile.

Really smile.

It was nice too. Smiling this quickly after waking up.

There she was, the love of his life, the only one who really knew him ever since the beginning, who chose to stay with him and love him even after the case with Marby. She was sitting, her thighs still covered by the duvet as she played around with a pack of cards, her eyebrows moving with her thoughts, focusing on trying to do a trick right.

Dylan didn't say a word. He didn't open his mouth to say 'Good morning' like he always did, he didn't get on his elbows to lean over and kiss her like he loved to do. No, instead he kept on watching her, his smile widening every time the cards fell out of her untrained hands, landing on the duvet. But regardless of her failures, she picked them up one by one and tried again.

She tried to do a riffle shuffle. The simple, pretty much overused trick Jack did a few days ago. Her attempts weren't overly bad. They were quite nice if Dylan wanted to approach it from a professional point of view. She could divide the pack into two different decks and then make them fall interleaved. The difficult part for her was the 'bridge'. The cards always fell the wrong way when she tried to do that.

"Almost..." she whispered to herself as the cards landed on the duvet once again.

"That was a pretty nice try." Dylan finally spoke up, making her realize he was awake. He smiled when her hands shook in fear. "Just keep a more firm hold on the cards. And don't be afraid to use your thumbs when you're making the bridge."

His voice was still rough from sleep. Even he felt that, but if her sudden smile and adoration was anything to go by, then she liked it that way.

"You're up..."

"I've been up for a while." he said honestly, pushing himself up to lean toward her and press a soft kiss to her lips. "And I enjoyed the sight."

"Stop it." she whispered shyly, her cheeks running pink.

"No, I mean it. I like waking up next to you."

She smiled at that as she started to pick up the cards and after Dylan found a comfortable position he helped her too.

"I can say the same." she started, her lips forming a smirk as she continued: "And I gotta say, waking up before you and seeing you sleep peacefully- You're adorable when you're asleep."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." she answered shortly.

"Well don't you forget that I had many chances to wake up before you to admire you and then be late because of it." Dylan said, remembering her sleeping form trapped in sheet and duvet, her arms tight around one of his, her face soft and stressfree.

"And what's the conclusion?" she asked, her voice had a teasing edge. "I'm adorable too?"

He leaned closer to her, as if he'd like to share something confidential with her. "More like gorgeous, darling. The most gorgeous woman I've ever seen." he smirked when her cheeks reddened once again. "Even if you snore."

"Hey!" she shouted, laughing. "I don't snore!"

He laughed too as she leaned away from him in fake anger.

"You most definitely do."

She threw a card at him and it landed on his chest. "I tried to be nice, but if you want to play dirty- Just so you know, you snore a lot too."

He handed her the thrown card with a wide smile and watched her complete the deck, putting every card in place.

"It was cute, you know. You trying to do a card trick." his voice became softer again, trying to make her understand that he means what he says.

"I want to know a thing or two as well, you know... I don't want to be the only unskilled one." she whispered back to him, her tone changing to a serious one.

"You are skilled. Believe me, Jack wouldn't be able to model a theatre, no matter how hard he tried." he said, trying to make her see her own importance.

"Yeah, but- I just want to know stuff. The very basic stuff. I like making the models for you, but I want to know the tricks you do too."

Dylan looked at her, her features, her small pout, all the small gestures she tried to hide. He loved her. He loved loving her. He loved watching her work on the miniature models of theatres. He loved seeing how focused and interested she was.

He tilted his head.

But watching her do more card tricks would be something he'd love too.

"All right, darling. Take a look at this, okay?" he saw her nod as he gently took the cards from her hands. "You're doing the first part really well. Getting half of the deck in each hand and then mixing them. You can get your hands closer here too, see? The cards will interleave better." he started to explain as he did a very slow version of the riffle shuffle she tried to learn. "Now here, don't be afraid to hold the cards and remember that your thumbs are important. You form the bridge and then push down with your thumbs and- there you go." he finished as the cards landed in a singular perfect deck. "You finished a riffle shuffle."

He watched her smile closely, enjoying her shiny eyes and her barely open lips. Yes, teaching her magic would be something he could really get used to.

"And then-" he continued playfully. "You can pull the card which describes you most." Dylan pulled the card he previosly shuffled to the end of the pack. "Queen of Hearts, at least you're definitely the queen of mine."

She laughed as he handed her the card and he chuckled at the state she was in.

"God, that's such a Daniel Atlas move." she teased him with a giggle.

"Come on, don't be rude." he played along.

"I'm not. Believe me, no matter how many times you play me with a flirty magic trick, I always find it appealing."

"You better."

They smiled at each other as she leaned in to kiss him, her lips soft on his.

"I love you." he said lovingly, his hands finding her, touching her cheek and waist.

"I love you too." she said it back, but her soft gaze once again turned into something playful: "Just wait 'til I learn how to pull out the King of Hearts from your pocket."

Dylan laughed as he gently squeezed her waist.

He couldn't wait...

[heliads]

now you see me daniel atlas x reader where reader kinda volunteered to be a prop in a trick but atlas becomes super shy and stutters? I love me some shy men

loving your 'i love me some shy men.' speak on that anon

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Honestly, you never really thought you’d swing this. It’s one thing to talk about the Four Horsemen, sure, it’s all anyone wants to do these days, but it’s something else entirely to actually make it to one of their shows. Tickets sell out within minutes, it’s practically inhuman. 

You’ve heard rumors that the Horsemen control who gets seats at their show to make their tricks work better, which makes your presence here even more exciting. Somewhere, somehow, you were meant to be at this very show. You were intended to head over to the venue with your giggling friends, you were supposed to sit in your exact chair, and above all, you were divinely ordained to watch pure spectacle unfold before your eyes tonight. 

Maybe magic and fate aren’t that far off after all. The Four Horsemen have evidently decided to take your future into their hands tonight. It’s something fascinating, to be sure, a sort of excitement that makes your stomach spin with anticipation as you find your aisle with mounting thrill. 

Truth be told, it didn’t feel real until you were walking into the performance hall. Like, yeah, you somehow managed to get your tickets, and you’ll absolutely be holding on to your paper stub until the day you die, but it wasn’t certain. Not until you were sitting down, looking with wide eyes at the stage and seats around you like you’ll be able to spot the answer to all the tricks just by keeping your gaze strong and discerning. Maybe something would happen to pull everything away just before it started.

Goodness knows you’ve been extra careful as of late, just in case. No legs will be broken, no ankles twisted, and the chance of you losing your ticket was small but terrifying. You’ve been checking transportation schedules hours in advance, just in case, and you were fully prepared to call an Uber if something really didn’t work out.

It all went your way, though, and now you’re watching the lights dim around you. This is it, then. The show of shows, what you’ve been waiting for for ages and is now finally yours. They’re saying that the Four Horsemen are going to be the pinnacle of live entertainment for this decade at least, and when the quartet of magicians appear on the stage out of nowhere, you’re inclined to believe them. This is something altogether different than anything you’ve ever experienced before.

The show starts off like most of the Horsemen’s performances do– according to the articles you’ve had the chance to read, at least. They’ll do a few tricks, get the crowd excited, then they’ll start looking to the audience and that’s when things get really interesting. Jack Wilder does a few card tricks, Henley appears and disappears out of seemingly thin air, and then it’s Daniel Atlas’ time to go, and you lean forward slightly in your seat.

You know he’ll be interesting, that’s for sure. Of all of the performers that make up the Four Horsemen, Daniel is the only one that you’d heard of before. You’ve Googled his tricks before, watched grainy videos people took of his street shows before he joined the three other magicians and finally made it big. You’ve never been able to figure out how he did anything, not that you were looking all that closely at his hands.

No, you were, admittedly, a little more interested in the bright blue eyes flashing whenever someone fell for his tricks, the swoop of russet hair he kept irritably combing back. You’re not going to go so far as to say it was a celebrity crush, but. You know cute when you see it.

Sure enough, once Henley finishes off her performance to the thunderous applause of the audience, Atlas claps once to get everyone’s attention back on him, then announces that he’ll actually be needing a volunteer from the audience for his next trick.

One of your friends elbows you in the side. “You should totally raise your hand.”

“Really?” You ask.

“Absolutely!” She laughs. “I mean, this is your one chance to get him to notice you, right?”

You roll your eyes, but grin and do as suggested. After all, getting the chance to go up on that stage and actually have Daniel Atlas look you in the eyes would be nothing short of extraordinary. So, knowing there’s no chance he’ll actually look out and see your hand among the scores of other waving palms in this crowded room, you raise your arm, just because you can.

It’s ridiculous, the odds of actually getting picked for something like this. Hundreds of people all practically dragging each other down just for the possibility of one of the Horsemen seeing them, and you think you’ll be the one they see as opposed to anyone, anyone else.

The Four Horsemen thrive on ridiculous chances, though. Impossibility is their best habit. Somehow, Merritt McKinney turns directly at you and points.

“You,” he says, “Come up here. Yeah, you, the one I’m looking at.”

You rise slowly, as if in a dream, and, when no one stops you, walk up to the stage. It feels insane to be taking the stairs and then stepping up onto the raised platform, looking around at all the people staring back at you. Merritt heads over with a grin, whispering in your ear that he hopes stage fright isn’t an issue with you. When you shake your head, he gestures for you to walk over to Daniel, who’s waiting with an outstretched hand.

You take it with a smile. “Thanks for having me.”

“Yeah,” he says a little quickly, “yeah, thanks for coming. Really.”

He doesn’t say anything else for a moment or two, not even about his trick. Merritt coughs pointedly behind him. “Would you like to ask the lovely young lady her name?”

Daniel’s eyes widen and he straightens up in a hurry. “Yes, yes. Sorry about that. What is your name?”

“I’m Y/N,” you tell him, “Y/N L/N.”

The crowd roars its approval, but Daniel doesn’t seem to notice them for a second. Funny, for someone who’s been performing for massive audiences this long, it’s like he’s almost forgotten what it is that he’s there to do.

Merritt walks behind you, mumbling something to you about how he always picks pretty girls for these sorts of things because it makes Atlas lose his mind. You laugh at that, and if you weren’t sure that Daniel wasn’t hopeless for you before, he’s absolutely gone now. Jack has to come up and tap his shoulder before he remembers to carry on with the introduction for the trick.

Your volunteer opportunity is actually pretty exciting, as if you’d expect anything less. Daniel invites you to step into a glass case just a few inches taller than you, then shatters the entire thing to smithereens to the shock of the audience, all with you locked inside. You’re fine, of course, and step out of a cloud of blue smoke to the delight of the onlookers just a few minutes later after Daniel gets everyone to chant the necessary ‘magic words’ as loudly as they can.

Daniel takes your hand again the second you’re back in sight, raising it to the sky as if you’ve won a boxing round. “Can we hear it for Y/N L/N, our disappearing girl?”

Under the cover of the cheers, he turns to you, whispers something so you’re the only one who can hear. “Meet me after the show? Please?”

When you nod, he smiles like a schoolboy, and it takes the combined efforts of Merritt and Jack to get him to focus on the script for their performance, even after you’ve walked off stage and settled back in your seat once more.

Your friends are cheering when you get back to your place. “Did you see Atlas?” One of your friends laughs, “He was totally smitten. Like, totally. He couldn’t stop staring at you.”

You stare at her incredulously. “Really? I mean, I thought so, but I wasn’t sure. It was probably just a part of the performance, though.”

“No way,” your friend says derisively, “I’ve never seen someone more head over heels. You can’t fake something like that, not even if you’re a world famous magician.”

Your friend is right, as it turns out. Once the Four Horsemen disappear from sight to the tumultuous applause, you and your friends head out to the lobby, all eagerly discussing the magic you’d just seen before your very eyes. As you’re about to leave, though, you spot someone waiting in the shadows, near the backstage entrance. Daniel Atlas, just as promised.

You tell your friends to go on without you, ignoring their knowing looks when you start heading Daniel’s way. His eyes light up again when he sees you heading over.

“I was hoping you’d wait around,” he admits when you’re close enough to hear him over the chatter of the departing audience.

“Well, I promised, didn’t I?” You say lightly.

He smiles bashfully. “I wanted to apologize for being so, uh, distracted during the show. See, Merritt likes to play this joke on me by trying to find people who’ll pull my focus, and it’s never affected me like this before, not before you, but–”

You just laugh. “Don’t worry about it, honestly. He kind of told me as much back on stage.”

“Really?” Daniel asks, somewhat horrified.

“It’s fine,” you tell him, “Honestly, I’m going to take it as a compliment. Not every girl gets to say that one of the Four Horsemen thought they were pretty, right?”

“No other girls,” Daniel says on impulse. “Really, it was– it was just you. Promise.”

You smile. “Does that mean I’m special, Daniel Atlas?”

“Very. Special enough to give me your number, maybe?” He asks hopefully.

“I’d say so,” you grin.

Daniel hands over his phone and you input your name and number. He pockets it with a relieved laugh, and is just about to head away when you realize that you don’t have his number. 

When you point this out to him, Daniel just smiles. “Actually, I think you do.”

Someone calls his name in earnest now, and he has to head away with copious apologies. When you go to check your phone, you realize that a piece of paper has been stuck in your pocket without your knowledge. When you pull it out, it’s a business card for a coffee shop down the block. A date and time has been scrawled on it, with messy handwriting asking if you’d be so kind as to meet him again. As promised, Daniel’s phone number is at the bottom, next to a carefully drawn heart.

You smile to yourself as you tuck the card back inside your pocket. Looks like you’ve got some excitement in your life after all. The only thing it took was one bit of magic.

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[jb3islife]

Love is Like a Playing Card (J. Daniel Atlas) Chapter II

“Sutton? Sutton?”

Sutton heard the voices, as fuzzy as they sounded. Her vision was still spinning. She felt herself moving, standing on her feet. Her legs lifted with a weight she never felt before.

“Sutton, honey! Please!” Henley’s voice choked out. 

“No.” Sutton felt the words leave her throat, not sure if they actually made it past her lips.

Sutton felt the cool sensation of the doorknob in her hand. She felt her wrist bones crunch as she turned it, every involuntary movement suddenly aware to her. She heard the crash of a door behind her, her body turning to lock the door. Her body slid into a sitting position on the floor, the soft feeling of the mattress hit her back. Arms wrapping around her legs, she felt her body suddenly fall to the side.

“Maybe it will all go away,” Sutton whispered to herself, her eyes closing, “and Henley won’t leave me.”

~~

“I can’t leave her alone,” Jack stated, getting up to follow Sutton after the door crashed shut.

“No, Jack,” Henley told him. “Let her sleep through this.”

“Excuse me?” Danny yelled, annoyance and anger laced in his voice. “You’re going to leave without actually speaking to Sutton? Your cousin? The one person in this room who loves all of us unconditionally?”

Henley huffed, wiping at her tears. “Maybe it’s for the best, Danny.” She stood, moving toward the door. 

“Like hell it is!” Merritt exclaimed, standing in her path. “I told you I respected your decision, Henley, on one condition- give Sutton the closure she deserves. If you walk out this door without doing that, I promise you, that girl is never going to speak to you again.”

Henley turned around, tears in her eyes once more. She looked at Danny, his hands in a ball in front of him, his jaw clenching and unclenching. Despite her better judgement, Henley sat beside him. 

“I’m sorry,” she told Danny, her voice small. When Danny didn’t look at her, Henley placed her hands on his. “Danny, I have my reasons. I’m not doing this to hurt Sutton.”

Danny swallowed, shaking his head. “What reason could be great enough that you would leave Sutton, Henley?”

Henley glanced at Merritt and Jack. They nodded, signaling her to tell Danny the truth. Henley huffed. “I want more, Danny. There is more to life than magic and secret societies. I want to find someone who loves me the way that you love Sutton.”

Danny looked at her, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “I-I’m not even sure what that is supposed to mean.”

Henley chuckled lightly, smiling to herself, amused by Danny’s inability to see how great his affection for Sutton is. “Danny, how can I find someone who loves me if I’m in hiding? You and Sutton have known each other from the start of this crazy journey. What am I supposed to do? Tell the guy, “Oh, by the way, I robbed a bank,” on the first date?”

“You know,” Merritt interjected, “that’s really like a fifth date thing. Even better, I already know your history!” He opened his arms for a hug. Jack laughed.

“Anyway,” Henley said, rolling her eyes, “it’s just not possible. After watching you and Sutton these past two years, I have really fallen in love with the idea of having someone to love me, maybe even a family.”

“But, we are a family,” Danny stated, not even registering what he was saying

Henley put her hand on her heart, tears threatening to fall once more. “You will always be my family.” She looked at Jack, Merritt, and Dylan. “You’re all my crazy, messed up, criminal family.” They all chuckled. “And maybe,” she looked back at Danny, placing her hands around his once more, “maybe someday, we will be a family in that official-type of way.”

Danny looked over at her, a smirk crawling across his lips. “Yeah, maybe someday.”

~~

“Sutton? Sutton?” 

Sutton threw her hands over her ears. She was hearing the voices again. A hand touched her shoulder, forcing Sutton’s eyes open.

“Hey, beautiful,” Danny smiled down at her. “How are you feeling?” he asked, sitting down on the floor beside her.

Sutton rubbed her eyes and let out a heavy sigh. “It wasn’t a dream, was it?” she asked, sitting up beside Danny. 

“No, baby,” Danny stated, moving the hair out of Sutton’s face. He kissed her forehead. “I’m sorry.” Danny took Sutton’s hand, rubbing the back of it with his thumb. “You need to hear Henley out.”

Sutton lifted her eyes to Danny’s. “Did she tell you?”

Danny nodded. “She has her reasons, Sut. Just listen.”

Sutton sighed, leaning her head into the crook of Danny’s neck. “But are they good reasons?”

Danny gave a slight chuckle, running a hand up and down Sutton’s spine. “Better than I would have thought.”

Sutton leaned back, studying Dann’s expression. Deciding he was being sincere, she pecked his lips. Danny helped Sutton up off the closet floor, wrapping her tightly in a hug.

“Whatever it is,” Sutton spoke, “it won’t change us. Right?”

Danny was caught off guard by her question. Sucking in a breath, he said, “Never.”