#Now You See Me Imagine

[the-fandom-abyss]

Tarot Card Prophecy

Henley Reeves x Reader

Genre: Angst ❀/Fluff ♡

Word Count: 1,816 words

A/N: This is one of my favourite movies and thought why not write a fic for it. So enjoy the Henley love 🥰

The sound of shattered glass fell amongst the otherwise busy highway followed by the crackle of a fledgling fire. A scream cut through the noise, a shriek of a name that will be known around the world.

"Jack!" You pushed through the crowd, scrambling to find your way over to the scene. "Let me through!" Another desperate plea to get closer to the once mighty horseman that lay unconscious under distressed metal. All it took was strong arms to wrap around your waist, a muffled "it's not safe" to reach your ears for the car to be engulfed by flames. Shrapnel spread throughout the site, pushing back the nearby traffic and pedestrians. The man inside drifted away, along with the broken pieces of your heart.

"Let me go" the weight of the world crashed upon your chest as the grief settled inside. "I can't breathe" with a forceful wriggle, you escaped from the man's grip, only the stumble back through the crowd. With each step, your chest tightened causing you to gasp for air. Shaking fingers gripped at your collar, wanting nothing more than to rip it from your skin. Your legs buckled beneath you, the weight becoming too much. A steady hand that contrasted your own, caught you in your daze, pulling you closer to them.

"Y/N, I've got you" all it took was your head to hit the woman's chest for inconsolable sobs to reach the surface. All the tension, the heartache, the horrifying images bubbled over as your body shook in her arms. "Let's go" she guided you towards the car, gently placing you in the passenger seat, buckling your seat belt. She resumed her drive, one hand on the wheel while the other rested gently on your thigh.

"Henley" you squeaked before a fresh wave of tears ushered their way down your cheeks. Her hand tightened, offering a comforting squeeze.

"I know princess. I'm so sorry" Henley chest tightened at the sight, her own tears threatening to fall. A years worth of performing, following a tight script with diagrams and floor plans and yet nothing prepared her for this. For you were not supposed to be on the bridge, you were to be at home, in the safe house. The plans were not divulged to you, Jack's death was not explained for the trick it was. For you, the grief and death were very much real, the guilt that flowed through Henley was as real as the person next to her. All she wanted was to tell you the truth but even that simple act could lead to big consequences. So she sat in silence, stewing in her unspoken thoughts, anxiously waiting to reach her destination.

"We're here" her softly spoken voice rings through your hazy mind. With what energy you had left, you allowed Henley to guide you inside. She had washed the soot and debris off you, helping you into clean clothes. Her last action was to tuck you into bed with her crawling in on the other side. Running on pure instinct, you pulled Henley closer to you, your head laying on her chest. She delicately ran her fingers through your hair, peppering light kisses to the top of your head. With the small amount of energy you had left, you wrapped your arms around the red head, silent tears coating her shirt. "Go to sleep baby, I'll be here" her voice was hushed and gentle, afraid that she might shatter you if she spoke louder.

"You promise?" It sounded so broken, so fragile and Henley hated herself for being part of that reason. She tucked her fingers under your chin, lifting your gaze to look into her eyes. A soft smile played on her lips before the words "I promise" were uttered. The safety you felt in her arms mixed with the little energy you had left, it all become too much for your tired eyes. They closed, mind drifting to happier dreams that would distract you from the living nightmare.

When your eyes fluttered open, they discovered a cold and empty side where Henley should be. A yawn overtook your senses, releasing the built up tension in your muscles. Heavy hands searched for the light, wanting to illuminate the impending answer. When the light reached the corners of the room, you were left with more emptiness than when you started. A note had caught your attention, Henley's writing etched out in ink.

"I have one more step to complete and we'll be free. I'll tell you everything when I get home, stay here and stay safe. I love you x"

A groan escaped your lungs, as you fell back into the mattress. How could she think about the horsemen when one of them had been killed? You would never fully understand the importance of this task, however you did know that prison time could be given. So as the note said, you stayed at home, patiently waiting for your girlfriend to return. The hours ticked by slowly, encouraging you to think of all the ways this could go south. How Henley could end up in prison or worse, have an ending just like Jack. The latter was the more prominent thought that swirled within your head. It was had to stop your mind from wondering when all you had was four walls to bounce off.

It was only when the click of the front door could be heard vibrating through the silence, that you knew this was life or death. The familiar clack of Henley's shoes followed shortly, indication that she was in fact alive. Without a second thought, you ran from the room into the wide open arms of your girlfriend. She lifted you with ease, encouraging you ti wrap your legs around her.

"It's all over baby, we did it"

"Really?"

"Mhm" she hummed, her hand cradling the back of your head as she held you close. She adored the way you nuzzled into her neck, finding comfort in the smallest of places. "I have a surprise for you" she sang, gaining your attention. Your eyes met her hopeful brown, searching for an answer. When a cough was heard behind her, it was then that you noticed you were not alone. Atlas and Merritt were awkwardly standing by as the two of you were trapped inside a bubble. Jack stood just right to the pair, hands in his pockets, looking everywhere but you.

"Jack?" You said in disbelief, wriggling out of Henley's grip just to examine him. Both hands cradled his face, searching for any sign of magic or trick of light. "Are you real?" His laugh boomed through the room, a genuine smile lifted at his lips. The sight of his toothy grin was infectious, creating a mirror image on your lips. "I thought you were dead"

"It was a trick" he said through slightly squished cheeks, you were unwilling to let go for obvious reasons. Then it dawned on you, if this was part of the plan then Henley would have known. She allowed you space to grieve a man that was not dead, while knowing that he continued to breathe. Jack watched the realisation hit when the glint in your eyes dwindled and a more tense expression took its place. His gaze flitted towards Henley, who received the message loud and clear. She braced herself for what was to come. In one swift movement, you had turned your sights on Henley, stalking over to her, feet stomping against the floor.

"You knew, didn't you?! This whole time you knew and you didn't tell me?!" She had yet to hear you raise your voice, you were known as softly spoken. So for you to be shouting in the otherwise quiet apartment, she must have made the worst mistake imaginable.

"I wanted to but I couldn't" She tried to reach forward in hopes to comfort you with her touch. She didn't expect for you to pull away, creating distance between you.

"Bullshit, you tell me everything. Why stop now on the most important part of the plan?"

"If you had known and the police got to you, it would have been game over" She winced the moment the words left her mouth, it wasn't the best way of conveying her intentions.

A scoff resonated within the room, accompanied by a roll of your eyes. "So you didn't trust me? Or you just wanted someone to be believable as I watched the event?" Henley was taken back to the day before, watching in horror as you thrashed in an officers arms. How your scream broke through the hum of engines and police sirens. She observed the effects the plan had on you, it killed her to pretend it never happened. The anger she felt for herself, for how foolish she had been bubbled over. Unfortunately you were the person to receive it all.

"You weren't supposed to be there, I told you to stay home"

"I couldn't just sit by, the police were after you. I just wanted to help" The expression on your face turned to that is a kicked puppy. Eyes wide and glossy, bottom lip jutted and quivering with emotion. She couldn't stand there and deny you, the look alone warranted a hug, a kiss and anything you could ever want. She crumbled just as quickly as she rose.

"And you did baby, you did so well" her soft fingers wiped the tears that rolled down your cheeks.

"I'm still mad at you" you huffed, a calm giggle passed her lips at your little display. Your forgiving nature always took her by surprise but she was thankful nevertheless.

"I know"

"You'll have to make it up to me, big time"

"I don't doubt it, I can start tonight if you'd want" her hands travelled from your hips to the curve of your ass, giving it a squeeze. The action made you jump, not expecting her to be so bold.

"Keep it in your pants Reeves, we have company" She lent forward, her lips brushing against your pulse point. A shiver followed her actions which caused a smirk to form. "That's never stopped us before" the world around you began to fade as she kissed up your neck. A small moan filled the room, as she sucked on your pulse point.

A collective “ew” was heard behind you, as your surroundings trickled back in. The words caused you both to pull away, laughing at the faces of the men behind you. That drew you away from the red head, finding Jack and dragging him towards the couch. Henley observed the wrinkles by your eyes, the flow of your movement like a weight had been lifted. She knew that this discussion wasn’t over not by a long shot but she’ll soak up the sunshine for as long as she can.

[ficmesideways]

Request for Anonymous Gif Source: Merritt

Imagine being an illusionist who exposes perverts in your shows and after being recruited into the eye you and Merritt have an instant connection.

------- Imagine -------

He had heard about you, though he himself had not been there when you were recruited. You had been a tough illusionist, using your show to expose deviants and other’s who hurt people. So, by the tie he got to meet you face to face he was intrigued, but the instant connection he felt when you shook his hand smiling a very deviously sexy and intimidating smile, well that, could only be magic.

[jb3islife]

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

After Lula left, Sutton looked over at Danny, still engrossed in his thoughts as he sat on the chair. She walked towards him, crouching down in front of him. Sutton placed a hand over his phone. Danny looked up at her, his eyes showing his confusion. His lips parted to speak, but he was unable to.

“Just… let me do this, okay?” Sutton told him. Danny nodded, unsure of what she was about to do. Sutton sucked in a breath. She moved to her knees, making herself taller and eye level with Danny. Slowly, she scooted herself closer to him, her hands on his knees for support, afraid that she may pass out from her rapid heartbeats. Sutton sucked in another breath, moving her hands to Danny’s cheeks. She looked into Danny’s eyes, searching for an answer of some kind, whether she should or shouldn’t do this. With all the confidence she had, Sutton kissed Danny, their lips quickly finding their missed places, like two puzzle pieces.

Danny sat in shock for a moment. Once he finally realized what was happening, he pushed himself off the chair, sitting on his knees in front of Sutton. Danny’s arms wrapped around Sutton’s waist, drawing her as close to him as possible, missing the feeling of his body next to hers. Sutton’s body molded into his, her arms snaking around his neck.

After what felt like only meer seconds, Sutton pulled away from Danny. He stared at her, confusion, shock, and utter disappointment from the loss of her lips evident on his face. Sutton shimmied herself out of Danny’s arms, standing up. “Goodnight, Danny,” she smiled.

Sutton turned, heading toward one of the two bedrooms left, leaving Danny to his own thoughts. She put three fingers to her lips, smiling at the moment the two shared. Happiness tingled throughout her body from Danny’s touch.

Danny ran a hand over his face. He found himself laughing at the event that had just occurred. He shook his head, feeling his heart beating fast. Sutton just showed Danny how much she missed him, and how much she still wanted to be with him. She poured her heart and soul into one kiss, and it was everything Danny needed at that moment. It was everything he needed to become the man Sutton knew he truly was.

~~

The next morning, Sutton awoke to the sounds of others talking outside her room. She rubbed her eyes, groggily standing and walking out of the room.

“Shit!” she shouted as she bumped into someone.

“Good morning to you, too,” Danny smiled as he held Sutton’s elbow to support her.

Sutton smiled. “Seems like yesterday I was tripping over you to get to the bathroom.”

Danny chuckled. “Yeah. I wouldn’t trade those bruises for anything in the world.”

The two stood there for a moment, grins plastered on their faces. Danny brushed a few strands of hair out of Sutton’s face. “I always loved your bedhead.”

Sutton involuntarily leaned into Danny’s touch, his thumb absentmindedly grazing her cheek. “I always loved your morning voice.”

“Alright, who wants pancakes?” Merritt announced.

Danny and Sutton turned to see a large stack of pancakes on the counter, Jack and Lula already scarfing down their helpings. The two smiled at each other, walking over to join the group.

“Since when did I lose my cooking job to you, Merritt?” Sutton asked as Merritt poured her a glass of orange juice.

“Since I realized Jack and I couldn’t survive on your meals alone anymore,” Merritt answered. “And, well, those late night calls to you helped, too,” he winked.

Sutton giggled as Danny said, “Ah, yes, the “Merritt emergencies.” How could I have forgotten?”

“Hey, some of us weren’t blessed enough to move in with Sutton,” Jack retorted with a mouth full of pancake. Lula hit him, telling him to not talk with food in his mouth.

“Yeah, she’s pretty amazing,” Danny murmured, just loud enough for Sutton to hear. She smiled at Danny as he patted her bare leg in the shorts Walter “generously” supplied.

As the five of them ate, Danny looked over at Sutton. She pushed the last few bits of pancake around her plate, obviously becoming full. She elbowed Jack, telling him to finish it off, which he happily did. Sutton sipped her orange juice, scrolling through her phone. Danny smiled to himself, realizing that now was the perfect time to tell the others what had been happening and to show her he is trying to get better.

“So,” Danny said, pushing his plate away from him, “there’s something I need to tell you guys.” Sutton locked her phone as the others looked at him. Jack was still engrossed in his food, so Sutton slapped his hand to listen to Danny. Danny glanced at Sutton who looked at him in confusion. “I have been in contact with someone. Someone I believe to be The Eye.”

Merritt and Lula shouted as Jack murmured, “I already knew that,” and shoved another bite in his mouth. “I arranged for them to pick up the stick from us once we have it.”

“How could you not tell us that?” Lula questioned Danny.

Danny sighed. “I’ve been in contact with them for a while now. I’m not proud of it, okay? I thought I was doing what was right for the team. You know, taking charge, getting us out of hiding.”

“Controlling the situation,” Merritt scoffed, “as usual.”

“Guys, just listen to him,” Sutton pleaded, “please.” Jack and Merritt glanced at one another, nodding in silent agreement as they always did at Sutton’s request.

“I agreed to meet with them a few weeks ago, back in New York. I only did it because we,” he looked at Jack and Merritt, “agreed that we were only letting Dylan lead us on for another month, then we were done. We were taking matters into our own hands, remember?” Jack and Merritt sighed, recalling the conversation the three had without Sutton, but her being their soul focus. “I-I was afraid Sutton was going to leave me, leave us, next, if I didn’t do something.” He glanced at Sutton, her smile showing him how proud she was to hear him tell the truth. “So, when I got a message from The Eye, I took the chance. I wanted to help us. I did it for the team, I promise.”

The Horsemen sat in silence for a moment. “So, why didn’t you tell us, you know, when you got the first message?” Jack asked.

Danny sighed heavily. “I don’t know, honestly. All I could think to do was talk to these people, save us, save our sanity.”

“While I hate that you did this on your own, I do respect it,” Merritt told him, receiving surprised looks from everyone. “Sometimes, Atlas isn’t always the asshole we all know he is. Sometimes, he’s a little more like Sutton.” Merritt smiled at his young partner as she mouthed, “thank you.” Merritt nodded.

“So, these are definitely the same people you plan on giving the stick to, right?” Lula asked.

Danny nodded. “Definitely. They’re going to help us stay out of jail.”

“Thank God because this pretty face wouldn’t last a day in the slammer!” Lula exclaimed, pointing at Jack.

The others laughed. Sutton grabbed Danny’s hand, pulling herself toward him. “I’m proud of you,” she whispered, their fingers entwining like they once did.

Danny smiled, staring down at their hands. “That kiss last night,” he whispered, making Sutton bite her lip to hold back a smile, “it made me realize that I needed to tell them. I need to learn to trust them with everything that’s going on. I’m not in this alone.”

Sutton smiled. “You never were,” she reminded him, kissing his cheek.

[ruporas]

trigunned the hades or hadesed the trigun (id in alt)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

An unbothered queen has entered, and subsequently left.

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[sharkylad]

Thinking about the fact that Mabel and Dipper didn't know they had two great uncles.

Yeah they are 12 and at 12 I had a shotty understanding of my family tree- But really? Nobody brought up their great uncle? Stanley? Especially since they'll be staying with his twin brother, Stanford?

Shermie never went to Stan's fake funeral, which to me means the twos relationship was strained on some level. If Shermie is older that means his view of Stan was poisoned in some way, that even as kids they weren't close. If the Shermie is younger then he never even got to meet Stan and all he knew about him was how he failed his family. Hell, people probably barely mentioned Stanley TO Shermie.

The fact that Stan had become a black stain upon the Pines family name makes me so vividly upset. Stanley faked his death and the family just- seemingly decided to strike him from the record. To pretend he didn't existed to spare themselves the sadness and shame.

Stanford and Shermie Pines. The only children worth mentioning of Filbrick and Caryn Pines.

It was never Stanford that was lost to the world. It was Stanley, ever since he had to leave New Jersy- it was always him that had to be struck from the record. Change his name, change his state, change his affiliations, destroy the remains of ghost that was Stanley Pines. Kill him so the family doesn't bring him up, doesn't ask questions, stops asking "Stanford" about his twin.

I just keep thinking about the fact that since the day he made one single mistake all the way up until Ford walks out of that machine- Stanley Pines was killed and did not exist. And Stan himself had no one to blame, he had to play the part in his own demise- He is the only one who ever knew Stanley was alive and has been for decades.

He lives in the multitudes of every personality he's ever taken, all in the hope that he himself can stop being Stanley Pines.

[cherrirui-official]

I hope u guys don't mind me posting these au doodles while I work on things ahaha

I also gave JD slightly longer hair in these doodles as a funny haha but I don't think it's funny anymore he looks genuinely good with his hair like that ahahaha I hope you're not mad at me for changing his au design a bit

[corpish]

got a new job so we’re celebrating with a thot pic!! (insta)

[raspbrrytea]

I finally got around to reading Hunger Pangs by @thebibliosphere and I couldn’t not make fanart!

[the-fandom-abyss]

Henley Reeves Masterlist

[Fluff ♡] [Angst ❀] [Smut ☆]

Fics:

📍Tarot Card Prophecy ❀/♡

[ficmesideways]

Request for Anonymous Gif Source: Dylan Rhodes

Imagine running into Dylan at the antique book store you frequent in the magic section and him slipping his number in your pocket without you noticing until after he leaves.

------- Imagine -------

You couldn’t help but watch him saunter out, eyes lingering on his backside, a smile coming to your face. Only in your fantasies did you ever believe you could meet, much less has an amazing conversation with an attractive man in a bookstore. The magic section of said book store no less. But here you were, heart still fluttering and face still flush as you put the book you had been looking at back in its proper place. You reached your hands in your pocket on then feeling a thick rectangular piece of paper in there. Pulling it out you saw the man’s name along with his phone number. You blushed again wondering if it was a little too soon to send him a text.

[evilwizardtits999]

People who say Connor/ Ratonhnaké:ton is the most serious assassin or that he has a really flat personality are flat out lying. Literally in the gameplay when you call on the assassin recruits and they are injured if you press B as if to loot them HE REACHES DOWN and asks them if they are alright WHILE HOLDING THEIR HAND. I keep thinking about it, it's the sweetest thing I've seen in these games. HE IS ACTUALLY WORRIED ABOUT HIS RECRUITS, (his friends). I mean the whole Homestead thing proves it and all but outside of that. Idk it's just stuck to me, like he really actually cares.SOMEBODY put that in the game, somebody thought of it, others agreed and they added that. Let's not forget he also has his hood off when he enters the Homestead, he finally feels safe. Like, he lost his tribe, his people and then they created A WHOLE ASS FLAG for themselves, they defend each other and stuff. And like, he created that, he made his own family and got involved with everyone in their own way. I just idk, idk man....he...he cares.....

[starrspice]

Have a Sun, Moon, and a StarrSpice!

I’ve been super busy with work and other stuff in my life so I haven’t had the time energy or motivation to really draw all that much, but with things settling down a bit I decided to stretch my drawing muscles and dive back in

And who better to do that with than sun and Moon? The most drawable boys ever

Very self indulgent but very much needed with the chaos in my life lately

It feels good to be back

[trash-and-trash-accessories]

Constantly citing this article and the studies it uses.

Here's a quote:

"That study shows that transmasculine individuals were actually more likely to be victims of childhood sexual assault, adult sexual assault, dating violence, domestic violence, and stalking than were transfeminine individuals (as shown in the chart below).

The only category in which trans women were more likely to be victimized was by hate violence, and even there the difference was small: 30 percent of trans women reported having experienced hate violence, compared to 29 percent of trans men."

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i wanted to make an alternate more canon-compliant butterfly Howdy... similar but Different! the wings were a pain in my ass!

[justaz]

thinking about arthur who has crazy quick reflexes and is a relatively light sleeper who woke up to the sound of someone in his room and saw merlin crouched down messing with his keys before softly asking “whatre you doing?…before breakfast?”