#dylan shrike

[iamfarfromvibingrightnow]

"I came into the world with the wrong family, but I’m leaving with the right one. I love you guys."

can you tell i miss them immensely

[canadian-pug-cartel]

[broadwayfan92]

Dylan Rhodes is back! Let’s go!!

[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

[incorrecthorsemen]

Merritt: You can address me as “Eagle One”

Merritt: Jack is “Been there done that”

Merritt: Danny is “Currently doing that”

Merritt: Lula is “If I had to pick a chick”

Merritt: Dylan… you can be “Eagle Two”

Dylan: Oh thank goodness

[yunaalescaa]

Seeing people complain that the Now You See Me fandom is dead makes me regret ever closing my fan blog. I miss being able to post “Freeze!” on the timeline to make everyone jump in a Dylan RP vlogs ask box with “Get the quarter back!”

Maybe with the third installment on the way I’ll reboot it?

[imembarressedsohere]

The Horsemen Edit.

also on instagram

[aesthetic-basicspam]

this performance >>>>

[emgemwritesthings]

If I don't see a BTS photo of Mark Ruffalo on the set of Now You See Me 3 soon I will scream. LIKE WHERE IS HE!??!?!

[lavenderhazelvr]

white boy of the month: dave franco.

bro was PHENOMENAL in now you see me and i cant help but being in love with him. short king fr. honorable mention: mark ruffalo. bro looked scrumptious in this movie as well.

hot and hotter fr.

[kkairoxx]

NOW YOU SEE ME 3 IS CONFIRMED?!

Please give us dannyxdylan

Please give us fanboy Danial Atlas over Dylan Shrike and his father

Also Team as Family moments pls!!!

[canadian-pug-cartel]

Nysm memes because there is a criminal lack of them (spoilers ahead)

[hoardingpuffin]

I am once again thinking about NYSM and Trans Masc Merritt McKinney as well as Trans Masc Jack Wilder.

I can elaborate and have a fanfic WiP on my computer

[superblizzardfire]

Speaking as both a Dylan and a H/C fan, there is a serious lack of Dylan whump to be found. Where are the post-drowning sickfics, the "got hurt doing FBI stuff" fics, the "being scared of open water" fics? Idk I just think grumpy agent man deserves some looking after ya know?

Also where are the bottom Dylan fics I am going to have to write some aren't I

[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...

[raiisakitsune]

Atlas: If I ever accidentally hurt Lula, I wouldn't be able to sleep at night.

Atlas: Partly because I'd feel guilty; mostly because I'd know Jack would be coming for my head.