#henley reeves smut

[the-fandom-abyss]

Henley Reeves Masterlist

[Fluff ♡] [Angst ❀] [Smut ☆]

Fics:

📍Tarot Card Prophecy ❀/♡

[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.”

[flinttcanwriteipromise]

Character Direction

Characters I can write for

Guide:

⚠️: TWs | ☁️: Fluff | ⛈: Angst | ✨: Crack | 🖤: Enemies | 💛: Platonic | ❤️: Romantic | 💚: Family/Kinship | 💖: She/Her/Female Reader | 💙: He/Him/Male Reader | 💜: They/Them/Nonbinary Reader | 🤍: Pronounless/You/Y/n

I will not write anything with huge age gaps, heavy gore or drugs, and smut.

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Aaron Hotchner

Penelope Garcia

Emily Prentiss

Jennifer Jareau (JJ)

Marvel

(List of groups of characters I can write/there are a lot of them)

The Avengers

The Guardians Of The Galaxy

Daredevil (Mainly Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, and James Wesley)

Agent Peggy

Villains (Includes: The Sinister 5/6/whatever number they’re at now, Zemo, Walker)

Now You See Me

Dylan Shrike/Rhodes

Daniel Atlas

Merritt McKinney

Jack Wilder

Henley Reeves

Lula May

Newsies The Musical

Most not if all Newsies characters but I specifically like writing for

Finch

Romeo

Smalls

Original Characters

Flint Ramirez

Clay Ramirez

Stormi Ramirez

Briar Ramirez

Original Character - Newsies AU

Bianca “Bia” Valeria Ramirez

Nikolai “Niko” Emilio Ramirez

Diego Marcos Ramirez

Maria Dolores Ramirez

[ruby-red-inky-blue]

Tagged by the lovely @leaiorganas, thank you very much!

Fanfic questionnaire!

1. What was the first fandom you ever wrote fic for? BBC’s Sherlock 2. What was your very first ship? Sprotte and Fred from “Die Wilden Hühner” probably? Han/Leia was a big thing, too.

3. What fandoms have you written for, and what are your ships? BBC’s Sherlock (I didn’t focus on it, but Molly Hooper/Greg Lestrade), Doctor Who (River Song/Eleven), NCIS (Ziva David/Tony Dinozzo), The Mentalist (Teresa Lisbon/Patrick Jane), The Vampire Diaries (Katerina Petrova/Elijah Mikaelson and Caroline Forbes/Niklaus Mikaelson), Now You See Me (Henley Reeves/Daniel Atlas oh my God I wrote for that A LOT), Gossip Girl (Blair Waldorf/Chuck Bass), A Song of Ice and Fire (Sansa Stark/Petyr Baelish I know), Marvel [Captain America] (I wrote some stuff featuring Steve and Bucky, I don’t really ship it myself but I’m not saying you can’t read my fic that way either) and Star Wars (Leia Organa/Han Solo), most recently The Americans (Nina Sergeyevna Krilova/Oleg Igorevich Burov) but still very much first and foremost Rogue One (Jyn Erso/Cassian Andor)

4. What ships do you tend to gravitate to?

two troubled people who are equally lonely - usually one by virtue of actually being alone and one who feels very far removed from the people around them - who might lash out at other people but who would never intentionally hurt the other, whether they’re dating or fighting or broken up. Fiercely loyal to one another; tend to be bad at voicing their emotions but show them instead. (Often one by ridiculously grand gestures and the other in the tiny, tiny things.) Also, apparently, height difference is extremely important. [see Leia/Han, Nina/Oleg, Gaby/Illya (The Man From Uncle), Veronica/Logan (Veronica Mars) and Jyn/Cassian]

5. Current OTP(s)? Top Four: 1. Jyn/Cassian (always, always, always) 2. Nina/Oleg 3. Veronica/Logan (they’re on my mind more, but Nina/Oleg is still instant heartbreak) 4. Gaby/Illya (aka the one that doesn’t make me cry, so yay for that)

6. Former OTP(s)? Eleven/River, Tony/Ziva, Klaus/Caroline, Danny/Henley, Chuck/Blair, Sansa/Petyr (aka the ones with the silly shipnames... Tiva, Klaroline, Danley, Chair - honestly, pick the most ridiculous I dare ‘ya)

7. What do you think have been some of your best fic ideas? Even though it’s turning into a huge flaming mess of a plot, I still think The World Through a Scope was a pretty neat starting point - I mean, Rebelcaptain sharing a psychiatrist, you know? Also pretty happy with how I managed to spin my chapter for the Food Travel AU and I am so stupidly happy with my High School AU (which is not a thing I ever expected to be able to say). Also I am highkey in love with the idea of Firefly crossovers and I really want to write more. Aaaand I am so damn pleased with my ridiculous Winter Olympics AU it’s not even funny.

8. Your worst? Some plot lines in The World Through a Scope were Bad Ideas in retrospect, but alas. Also a lot of my earlier ideas weren’t... horrible in itself, but the execution oh my God

9. What kind of fic do you most love to write? Angst angst angst *lol* no but seriously I think my favourites are the really quiet ones, set in the dark at night or in the car, cuddling and angsty conversations and sleepy sweet fluff. I love those (probably because I usually write at night when I’m getting sleepy myself *lol*)

10. What do you dread writing? SMUT more than anything, tbh. And extensive action scenes, I’m bad at adrenaline-inducing excitement

12. What is a fic you would love to write one day? I really do want to write that GDR spy AU in full one day. One fine day *sigh*

13. What’s a fic you wish someone else would write? I’m a sucker for that historical AU stuff so I’d be really cool to see everyone write a Rebelcaptain fic based on some of their home country’s history. I’d loooooove that. Or another Firefly crossover. That too.

Tagging: @skitzofreak, @moonprincess92nz, @movioletta, @ladytharen, @estherlyon, @yavemiel, @thenewleeland, @rapha-writes (please feel free to ignore if you’re not feeling like it and/or have already been tagged ^^)

[dragmedowntobeaconhills]

Masterlist

Italics means its clickable and will bring you to the frequently updated masterlist for that character, person, etc.

Bold Italics means there are no writings for it yet so no masterlist has been made yet.

*ON HOLD* means I’m temporarily not taking requests on it nor am I actively writing for it at the moment.

**Important note, please read: I will not write smut for Carl Grimes before season 7 as he was underage at that point.

One Direction

Louis Tomlinson

Harry Styles (currently empty, coming soon)

Niall Horan

Liam Payne (currently empty, coming soon)

Prompts

Headcanons

5 Seconds Of Summer

Michael Clifford (currently empty, coming soon)

Luke Hemmings

Ashton Irwin (currently empty, coming soon)

Calum Hood

Prompts

Headcanons

MKTO

Tony Oller

Malcolm David Kelley

Prompts

Headcanons

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale (currently empty, coming soon)

Stiles Stilinski (currently empty, coming soon)

Scott McCall

Isaac Lahey (currently empty, coming soon)

Liam Dunbar

Brett Talbot

Josh Diaz

Deputy Jordan Parrish

Theo Raeken

Jackson Whittemore

Aiden Steiner

Peter Hale

Matt Daehler

Lydia Martin

Malia Tate

Kira Yukimura

Sterek (Stiles x Derek)

Stalia (Stiles x Malia)

Scira (Scott x Kira)

Malira (Malia x Kira)

Jordia Marrish (Parrish x Lydia)

Prompts

Headcanons

13 Reasons Why

Alex Standall

Jeff Atkins

Clay Jensen

Zach Dempsey

Scott Reed

Tony Padilla (currently empty, coming soon)

Ryan Shaver

Jessica Davis

Prompts

Headcanons

The Vampire Diaries *ON HOLD*

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Jeremy Gilbert

Tyler Lockwood

Prompts

Headcanons

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Glenn Rhee

Carl Grimes

Maggie Greene

Gleggie Rheene (Glenn x Maggie)

Prompts

Headcanons

Hemlock Grove

Roman Godfrey

Peter Rumancek

Prompts

Headcanons

Pretty Little Liars *ON HOLD*

*currently writing as far as season 5*

Jason DiLaurentis

Toby Cavanaugh

Caleb Rivers

Mike Montgomery

Wren Kingston

Lucas Gottesman

Hanna Marin

Aria Montgomery

Spencer Hastings

Emily Fields

Alison DiLaurentis

Haleb (Hanna x Caleb)

Prompts

Headcanons

Criminal Minds *ON HOLD*

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Jennifer Jareau

Penelope Garcia

Prompts

Headcanons

Divergent

Eric Coulter

Tobias Eaton

Peter Hayes

Prompts

Now You See Me

J. Daniel Atlas

Jack Wilder

Henley Reeves

Prompts

Social Media/Internet Stars

Dan Howell

Phil Lester (currently empty, coming soon)

Thomas Sanders (currently empty, coming soon)

Joey Graceffa

Connor Franta

Prompts

Headcanons

Fandom List || Appreciation Posts

[beautifularmor-blog1]

SHIPPING INFO     //      answer  the  following  for  your  muse(s)  so  people  know  how  shipping  works  on  your  blog.   REPOST.   don’t reblog.

1.   WHAT’S  YOUR  OTP  FOR  YOUR  MUSES?     oh boy that’s a big question. for henley, it’s a firm tie between jack/henley and danny/henley. i can’t pick i refuse. for peggy it’s peggy/steve, peggy/bucky, or peggy/bucky/steve (also peggy/finnick ofc). for sam it’s sam/cosima! for alana, it’s zellana aka brian zeller/alana. and for shadow, i suppose it’s shadow/laura? like it’s hard to explain that one. i just really love that canonical relationship and its whole journey (like, incl. the end of the relationship. that’s weirdly an important part of shipping it for me????)

2.   WHAT  ARE  YOU  WILLING  TO  RP  WHEN  IT  COMES  TO  SHIPPING?     i always say i’m willing to rp toxic relationships, and that’s true, but if we ever actually write it out as a thread, i’m gonna have to scream at you about fluff in ims. im dramatic and awful, so there it is. also im probably gonna be rping toxicity in like specific aus? and like i’m so down for things to be bad and for them to fight! always important. but i’m the worst, so i tend towards like fluff and general angst.

3.   HOW  LARGE  DOES  THE  AGE  GAP  HAVE  TO  BE  TO  MAKE  IT  UNCOMFORTABLE?     i’m fine with big age gaps once everyone’s old enough! so like i think henley and merritt might be in the 20s in terms of their age gap? maybe more like the high teens. and that’s great!!! but if it’s illegal, i’m not down. and yeah if a character is younger than like 21, i’m probably not gonna want them to go higher than 25 or 26. but also all my main muses are like 26+? so no problems there. have at it, everyone. if they’re in love, there’s a 99% chance it doesn’t bother me.

4.   ARE  YOU  SELECTIVE  WHEN  SHIPPING?     probably not at all. like if it strikes my fancy (which believe it or not, is almost always) i’m down to try shipping it! with sam and shadow it’ll be slightly less likely bc they’re both on the ace spectrum (shadow is demiromantic and sam is gray-asexual) and they both just aren’t attracted to people as often or easily as, say, henley motherfucking reeves

5.   HOW  FAR  DO  STEAMY  MOMENTS  HAVE  TO  GO  BEFORE  THEY’RE  CONSIDERED  NS.FW?     once things start to escalate past like kissing and clothes come off i’ll probably put it under a read more? i haven’t written smut in 10,000 years tho lol hit me up

6.   WHO  ARE  OTHER  MUSES  YOU  SHIP  YOUR  MUSE  WITH?     i’m a weenie and i pretty much listed them all already but!!! there’s more bc of course there is. for henley, i also really truly adore henley/merritt!!!! it just comes up less often. and then rora and i have talked about henley/dylan which i also love. also holy shit henley and alana omfgggg. (specifically monstricidal’s alana). i also ship peggy with angie bc im not a barbarian lmao. but also im so fucking weak for peggy’s unrequited love for angie coming back to bite her in the ass every pride after she’s resurrected. i have also shipped will and alana but again that shit requires a super specific interpretation of will!!!!!! like i’ve shipped with wills who are closer to red dragon canon. nbc canon will is a HARD NO.  also oh my god sam and crowley from good omens!!! such a good!!! (and this is not a ship, but shadow and mad sweeney having ‘you’re a fucking jackass’ sex is???? a thing. pls don’t judge me)

7.   DOES  ONE  HAVE  TO  ASK  TO  SHIP  WITH  YOU?      yes please!!!! asking first is definitely good. like by all means hit on my muses, but if you wanna ship, pls lemme know! i’ll probably say yes lmao

8.   HOW  OFTEN  DO  YOU  LIKE  TO  SHIP?     fuck’s sake you’ve seen this blog i absolutely do and im not happy about it.

9.   ARE  YOU  SHIP  OBSESSED  OR  SHIP  MORE - OR - LESS?     ...like yeah ok im..... Not Proud but i lowkey am. i love love what can i say

10.   ARE  YOU  MULTISHIP?     yes! like henley is more open to shipping than, say, sam is, but i’m always multi~

11.   WHAT  IS  ( ARE )  YOUR  FAVORITE  SHIP (S)  IN  YOUR  CURRENT  FANDOM?     i mean we’ve kind of already been over this so like see above lmao 

12.   FINALLY,  HOW  DOES  ONE  SHIP  WITH  YOU?     oh you’ll get so much yelling. literally half of my ships consist more of yelling in the ims than actually writing threads. and if i have muse for the muse we ship with i will occasionally write fics or drabbles about our muses ask chris, thalia, and v rip

tagged by: @seizedfates tagging: @sickassjigsaw @monstricidal @whichmorgan @fivexfaith @humansveiled and anyone who wants to do this!!!! <3

[ouatgroupverse]

 ONCE UPON A TIME

It’s the beginning of every storybook and fairy tale – the beginning of children’s bedtime stories and cartoon movies. The stories are well known – the tales of princesses and thieves, of dragons and knights. And in the end, the villain is defeated, and there is Happily Ever After.

Except—

This time, the Evil Queen wants her own Happily Ever After. After hearing from a fairy that her true love lived in a world without magic, she cast a curse over the Enchanted Forest, drawing the entire kingdom into a quaint little town called Storybrooke, Maine. The catch? None of the residents remember who they are, or that magic even exists, and live quiet small-town lives, unaware that their Mayor is their greatest adversary. But while the Queen believes only she and her confidante remember their origins, there is another.

The Dark One.

A faceless sorcerer who helped her craft the curse lurks within the town, hidden under the face of a regular citizen. The librarian, the sheriff, the owner of the shop full of curios – anyone could be suspect. And when a stranger comes to town and magic returns in a deadly way, the clock begins ticking down on the lives of the heroes we all love.

THIS IS A MURDER MYSTERY GROUP VERSE, based loosely on ABC’s show Once Upon a Time. Participants are invited to twist and change the origins of their muse’s chosen fairy tale to fit their story as needed, and encouraged to keep secrets to reveal at the proper time. Read below the cut for instructions!

RULES.

You must be 18 years of age or older to join. Mature and dark things can and will be explored in this group, and no underage muns will be allowed. All smut must be put under a cut.

NO out of character drama! In-character arguments and drama are greatly encouraged, but remember that none of the muns are their muses, and vice versa. This sort of group is engineered to create stress and conflict between characters. Respect your fellow writers.

Respect the mods. Characters can and will die in this verse, or have spells used upon them by The Dark One. All communication between the Dark One and their victims come through the mods (Thalia & Anne). The verse is dependent on you and everyone else following the rules.

Plotting is encouraged. Feel free to build relationships with other group memebers, pre-established or not. Remember that the muses don’t remember their fairy tale lives, and may enter into new relationships with others in Storybrooke.

No duplicates. There will be one of each canon character and one of each faceclaim allowed, unless the muns have plotted and mutually agreed their muses are twins.

You muse be active at least twice a week. This verse, while open to development, is plot-driven by the Dark One’s actions. If you are inactive without notice, your character will be killed off/removed from the verse.

Full bios are due 24 hours after acceptance. Place them in the tag #ouatgv, which will carry all important verse updates and ic/ooc comunications, as well as starters/starter calls, plot twists, and major secrets revealed.

Have fun! This is a hobby, and if there is something upsetting or stressful, feel free to talk to us.

APPLICATIONS.

GENERAL APPLICATION*:

Mun's name, age, pronouns, and timezone:

Muse Name: Muse Age: Muse’s Fairy Tale Identity: Brief Summary: Any plotted relationships: (can be updated as needed)

*24 hours after acceptance, please post your muse’s information and full bio in the tag.

APPLICATION FOR THE DARK ONE:

This application is in addition to your regular application and will be kept secret from all other group members. The Dark One will be able to wreak havoc, up to and including murdering other participants, and must be in close contact with the mods. You will be informed whether your muse is chosen for this position or not before IC activity begins.

Motive: Brief bio: Any preferences in methods, plans, or what they intend to do:

SPOTS FILLED.

The Evil Queen / Regina Scott / FC: Serinda Swan / @ashesriising​

The Magic Mirror / Adrian Rosenthal / FC: Shemar Moore / @ashesriising​

The Stranger / Noah Ribeiro / FC: Chris Wood / @peaceific​

Gepetto’s Apprentice / Felix Harmon / FC: Jack Falahee / @tamefeet​

Prince(ss) Eric / Anna Jones / FC: Alexis Bledel / @unendiing

Ariel / Henley Reeves / FC: Isla Fisher / @outcftheash

The Mad Hatter / John Smith / FC: Matt Smith / @ofsonicscrewdriversandbowties

The Changeling / Salem Braendan / FC: Dylan O’Brien / @monsterveincd

Captain Hook / Duke Crocker / FC: Eric Balfour / @rationedwell

Prince(ss) Cornelia / Paget Green / FC: Kaya Scodelario / @viridianmaxwell

Peter Pan / Nathan Wuornos / FC: Lucas Bryant / @wucrnos

Death’s Godson / Adam Monroe / FC: David Anders / @catchthatregenerator

Cinderella / Andrea Sage Kennedy / FC: Phoebe Tonkin / @picturedpoet

**this verse was developed from a private verse between the mods, but is used only as an inciting incident and loose frame. the plot and development remain open and free to interpretation.

[jb3islife]

A Magic Trick Gone Wrong (Horsemen)

Request: Reader is in the hospital after a magic trick goes wrong and the Horsemen are concerned.

“Imagine…”: You are a Horseman and a magic trick winds you up in the hospital.

 “I can’t just sit here and wait like this,” Henley said, shoving herself up from the chair. She made her way over to the receptionist for the umpteenth time in the past six hours.

The other Horsemen watched her careful, their eyes following her movements. Fixated once again on the lips of the receptionist, they whispered, “Damnit,” in unison.

Henley’s shoulders slumped farther yet as she sat down in her seat. “She said there are no updates since I last asked.”

“Maybe if you wouldn’t ask every fifteen minutes, they would tell us something,” Danny whispered.

“Fuck you, Danny,” Henley snapped. “At least I’m trying to find out what is happening behind those doors to (Y/N)!”

“You two need to relax,” Merritt pointedly stated. “Why don’t we go for coffee and some food? I think we all need a break.”

“What if (Y/N) wakes up?” Jack asked, groggily rubbing his eyes. When he removed his hands, his eyes were bright red with dark circles becoming even darker underneath.

“I’ll have the receptionist call for us over the intercom if there are any updates,” Henley stated simply, rubbing Jack’s shoulder as she walked over to the counter. The nurse kindly agreed to her request.

In the hospital cafeteria, the group ordered their food and slid into the seats of their table. They ate in silence, taking sips of coffee every so often. Once finished, the team sat, the steam from their coffees seeming to speak the conversation they did not want to have.

~~

They had practiced it hundreds of times, making sure everything was in place. It worked every time, (Y/N) safely escaping with no issues. It was too easy that the Horsemen were not sure if the audience would believe it was actually magic.

“What happens if they find the escape fake?” (Y/N) asked, whipping her hands on her pants.

“They won’t,” Henley consoled her. “You make it look easy which makes them think it really is magic.”

“Besides,” Merritt spoke, “who is really going to question the Horsemen at this rate?” The group laughed, the tension slowly rolling off them.

“Let’s go, my money makers!” Arthur Tressler called from the stage. “Time to get you all looking pretty for your audience!”

The Horsemen waved to Tressler. “Anyone else want to punch him in the face?” Jack asked, a fake smile plastered where his usual real, pleasant smile would be.

“Face?” Danny questioned. “I was thinking along the lines of kicking him right in his-“

“Woah!” Merritt exclaimed, hands shooting up in the air. “A little too graphic, even for me, Daniel!”

~~

That night, the stage was set. Everything throughout the night was leading up to this point in the performance- (Y/N)’s escape.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Danny’s voice echoed, “it is now time for the moment you have all been waiting for!”

The audience’s cheers roared throughout the building. (Y/N)’s heart pounded to the beat of the roars. Adrenaline was already pumping through her veins along with her nerves. Shaking out her limbs, (Y/N) continued to listen to the words of her fellow Horsemen.

“This is a new trick we have been practicing for some time now,” Merritt explained.

Danny continued, “This is a trick you need to think about before you judge it.”

“Hey,” Jack’s kind voice whispered behind (Y/N). “Nervous?”

(Y/N) chuckled. “What do you think, Wilder?”

Jack smiled, the light bouncing off his beautiful teeth. “I know you have everything under control. Just stay calm like I know you can and everything will be fine.”

(Y/N) nodded. “Thanks, Jack,” she said, pulling him into a tight hug which Jack gladly returned.

“If you can all put your hands together for the bravest of our group, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!” Henley announced.

The lights shifted over toward (Y/N) and Jack. The two waved toward the crowd. Jack helped (Y/N) into the standing wooden box. As she stood inside, Jack gave her a kiss on the cheek. “I love you,” he whispered. “You got this.”

(Y/N) breathed in and out deeply, nodding her head. Jack closed the wooden door, locking it tight.

~~

A crackle came from above the Horsemen. “Will the family of (Y/N) (Y/L/N) please come to the waiting room? Thank you.”

The Horsemen looked at one another knowing that this could go either way. Regardless, they hustled to the nearest elevator. When they reached the floor, they rushed out, meeting the receptionist who pointed them toward the doctor.

“The surgery went better than expected due to the amount of burns (Y/N) suffered,” the doctor explained. “Right now, she is sleeping. She may be asleep for a little bit yet but you are more than welcome to go in and stay with her if y-“

There was no waiting for the rest of the doctor’s spiel. The Horsemen were getting in that room and not leaving until they saw (Y/N)’s eyes open. When they entered the room, the escape artist was hooked up to IVs and other machines. (Y/N)’s body was wrapped in bandages from head to toe.

As if it were planned, the Horsemen each swallowed back their fears. (Y/N) was alive, yes, but she would not be the same when she woke up.

“How are we going to help her when she wakes up?” Jack spoke, his voice cracking.

Henley wiped her tears. “We are going to take a break from magic, that’s what we will do.”

“How is that possible?” Danny asked, his voice filled with concern for both the plan and (Y/N)’s life.

“I have a plan,” Merritt spoke. “We do the last show as it is written out.”

“No way!” Henley and Jack yelled, angered by the fact that Merritt would even say such a thing.

“Hear me out,” the mentalist begged. “The last show has us going into hiding. The world thinks (Y/N) is dead from a magic trick gone wrong. Jack was supposed to “die” anyway, so we can go on with everything as planned.”

“And what about (Y/N)? Where will she be this entire time?” Jack asked, concerned for his best friend. The team sat in silence for a moment, knowing fully well that (Y/N) would not be able to be alone.

“Go now,” a small voice spoke. The Horsemen looked up. Despite the bandages and the amount of pain she must be in, the team saw (Y/N) smiling back at them.

“(Y/N)!” the Horsemen yelled, crowding around her bed. They were careful not to touch her out of fear they would hurt her.

“As much as I love you all,” (Y/N) spoke, “I need you to go and finish the plan. Jack can come get me when his part of the plan is over.”

The Horsemen chuckled. “You never stop thinking about magic, do you?” Merritt asked.

“Not as long as I have a family like you guys,” (Y/N) smiled.

[jb3islife]

100% The Father (Dylan Rhodes)

“Imagine…”: Dylan realizing he is your father.

 “(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” an agent with curly black hair and scruffy facial hair. “So, what is your ‘magical ability’?”

 You smirked at the agent as you balanced the metal chair on its back two legs. With your arms crossed and shoes on the table, you had made yourself at home. “I do it all. I’m all four of my fellow Horsemen in one body.”

 “I find that hard to believe,” the agent mumbled under his breath.

 The woman with him made a clicking sound with her tongue. She extended her hand. “Alma Dray,” she introduced herself. “Dylan Rhodes,” she gestured toward the man. You shook her hand, eyeing up Agent Rhodes as he took a seat.

 “So, exactly what was your role in the bank robbery?” Dylan questioned, sliding your manila folder across the table. Catching it beneath your hand, you slammed the chair to the ground, a loud echo ringing through the small room.

 “Not much. I mean, as far as I understand, the French guy just put on the helmet,” you demonstrated the motion for the two agents’ understanding, “pushed the button, and poof! Money everywhere.” A grin spread across your face as you recalled the ever-so-clear memory.

 “Don’t be a smartass,” the annoyed agent squinted. You rolled your eyes, opening your file to a picture of yourself. The mugshot you were forced to take when you arrived stared back at you. You swallowed, not believing that you would never be able to check ‘no’ on applications that asked, “Do you have a criminal background?”

 “Hey,” Dylan’s voice yelled, his fingers snapping in your face. Your head shot up, his eyes meeting yours. “Stay with us, huh?”

 “Um, sure,” you mumbled, pushing the folder his way. “W-What exactly do you have in there?”

 Dylan raised an eyebrow at you. Amusement pulled at the corner of his lips. “Oh, a little of this. A little of that.”

 “If you are wondering how much we know about you,” Alma confirmed your thoughts, “we know just about everything.”

 “Everything?” You echoed, refolding your arms across your chest.

 “From the accidental fire in the chemistry lab in high school to the deadbeat of a father-“

 “Step-father,” you reminded him through gritted teeth. “Emphasis on the step.”

 Dylan nodded. “Understandable annoyance in your voice. I noticed there isn’t a father listed on your birth certificate. How come?”

 You shrugged. “My mom always said she didn’t want people to make fun of her. She said something about him being a magician, always rambling on about how he could escape any trick with ease.” You laughed, the irony settling in. “Imagine her shock when I started to practice magic.”

 Alma smiled at you, a twinkle in her eye reminding you of your mother. Dylan, on the other hand, had rested his chin on the palm of his hand, studying you. “What year were you born in again?”

 “1992.” You scrunched your eyebrows at him.

 “And your mother’s maiden name is what again?”

 “The same as my last name. She never changed it, even when she married.” Dylan stood from the table frantically. “What does any of this have to do with the bank robbery?”

 “I-It doesn’t,” Dylan told you, his fingers combing through his hair. He moved his head from side to side a few times before closing his eyes, breathing deeply, and settling back down on his chair. “So, you have no idea who your father is?”

 “Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p’. “All I know is what I told you, and that he was 20 when he and my mom had their short fling in New Orleans. He was gone before she could even tell him she was pregnant.”

 Dylan folded his hands, his forehead settling on them as he breathed. “Miss (Y/L/N), you’re free to go,” he mumbled.

 “That’s it?” you questioned, eyes wide in surprise.

 Dylan nodded as Alma fumbled with her French words, possibly swearing. You shrugged, standing to make your getaway.

 ~~

 “Oh, my God!” Merritt exclaimed. “I did not see that coming. That’s impossible!”

 “No way,” Jack muttered beside you.

 “That was actually, uh, pretty good,” Danny admitted.

 “Thank you,” FBI Agent Dylan Rhodes smiled. “(Y/N)?”

 “Um, uh, y-yeah?” you stuttered, not sure if you were even speaking out loud.

 “I know who your father is,” he smiled at you, stepping closer.

 “Really?” you shouted your surprise, excitement and ear running through your veins.

 He nodded, taking your hands in his. “I’m sorry I didn’t know before.”

 You furrowed your eyebrows. “It’s okay. I mean, it’s not your job to worry about my past.”

 Dylan chuckled lightly. “No, (Y/N). I’m sorry I didn’t know back then, back when I woke up after one amazing night with your mom.”

 Your eyes grew in shock, mouth falling open to speak. All that came out was a mix of unfinished words. You looked at your fellow Horsemen, them blurry from the tears forming in your eyes. Henley’s hands had covered her mouth, keeping her own sobs under control. “You-You’re my…”

 Dylan nodded. “I had no idea until you said that your mother describing your father as a “magician” during the interrogation. That he always said he could escape anything. As if this all doesn’t sound crazy enough, I took a DNA sample of yours. Um, there was a hair on the table in the interrogation room when you left. I sent it with one of my own. I am 100% your father.”

 “Actually, it’s more like 50% because her mo-“ Merritt interjected, trying to break the awkwardness, but he received a hit in the stomach from Jack.

 You laughed, your tears of happiness mixing with the choking sound that erupted from your lungs. You weren’t sure what to do, so you decided on the only thing that you ever wanted to do; you hugged your father.

 Dylan, after receiving a blow to his stomach by your surprise attack, closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around you and settling his head on top of yours.

 “I always imagined hugging my father one day,” you mumbled against his chest.

 Dylan’s body shook with his laughter. “I never imagined hugging my daughter but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

 Again you choked out a sob. Dylan held you at arms length, allowing you to dry your eyes. He stared at you carefully, like he was studying you for a test that he had the next morning. “Wow. I can’t believe I didn’t notice it sooner. You look exactly like your mom,” Dylan smiled, pulling you back into a hug and pressing his lips into the top of your hair.

[jb3islife]

Masterlist

Love is Only an Illusion (J. Daniel Atlas) Masterlist

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

Imagines (Requests Information)

Daniel Atlas

I Didn’t Have the Balls

Sure As Hell Try (smut)

Merritt McKinney

Here Comes the Plane

Frustration, Smutnation (smut)

Dylan Rhodes

100% The Father

Dominance Turns Me On (smut)

Jack Wilder

Tails Mine, Heads Yours

Horsemen

A Magic Trick Gone Wrong

[jb3islife]

Tails Mine, Heads Yours (Jack Wilder)

“Imagine…”: Meeting Jack while playing “tails left, heads right”.

 You walked aimlessly through the streets of New York. Your destination was not very specific as you were playing the “tails left, heads right” game with yourself. After turning a corner, you flipped the coin. Left you turned. You flipped again. Right this time. After a few more flips, you were walking through Central Park.

 “One last flip,” you muttered to yourself as your eyes darted between the Nature Observatory and Shakespeare Garden. You flung the quarter high in the air, watching it with anticipation as it flipped over itself again and again.

 Just when the quarter began its descend downward, a hand flung out above your face, grabbing the shiny object out of the air.

 “Hey!” you yelled, your head snapping into its proper position. Your eyes locked on a pair of dark chocolate brown eyes. The man standing in front of you had a boyish face, and an even more boyish grin plastered across is, showing you a set of perfect white teeth.

 “You play that game, too?” the man asked, the Adam’s apple in his throat bobbing as he rolled the coin between his fingers expertly.

 “Tails left, heads right?” you questioned, the smirk on his face making your own lips for a side smile.

 He nodded. “I prefer tails right, heads left but same concept,” he chuckled, meeting your eyes. He held out his hand. “I’m Jack.”

 You studied him for a moment, taking in the all black outfit he wore, complete with a black leather jacket. You wondered how someone could wear such an outfit in the unusually warm New York weather. Snapping yourself out of your study, you extended your hand. “(Y/N).”

 His fingers latched around your hand, slightly pulling you closer to him. You felt the hard material of the quarter in his palm, taking it with you as you extracted your hand from his group.

 Jack smiled at you lightly. “Is that your lucky quarter or something?” he joked, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand and shoving the other into a back pocket.

 You bit your bottom lip as you tried to hide your smile. “It is now,” you spoke, the words rolling off your tongue with more confidence than you ever remembered speaking.

 You bit the inside of your cheek nervously as Jack looked at you with a twinkle in his eye. “I love a girl who isn’t afraid to speak her mind,” he laughed.

 Jack’s laugh made you laugh, the action relaxing your body. “So, which did you get?” you asked him, holding up your quarter.

 Jack shrugged, his hands extending in a “Who knows?” motion. “I didn’t get a chance to toss it. I saw you and just had to stop your choice, just in case you were extremely religious about finishing your game.”

 Again, you laughed. You could not remember the last time you felt your chest heave so much with laughter. “I can’t decide if I want to slap you for being such a flirt or let you drag me along with you on your journey.”

 Now, Jack laughed at your joke. “I’m hoping it’s neither and you let me take you somewhere.”

 “Like a date?” you blurted, possibly too quickly.

 “If you want to call it that,” he blushed, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck.

 You looked down at your feet as one absentmindedly drew invisible circles in the grass, the green blades bouncing back up with each passing. The quarter rolled between your fingers, your mind thinking about how long you should wait to give him an answer.

 You looked back up at Jack whose own head was tilted downward as he played with a quarter of his own. He was biting his own lip, his nerves showing.

 “I’ll make you a deal,” you said, Jack’s head shooting up to look at you. His eyes widened in anticipation for what you may say. “Tails yes, heads no.”

 Jack smirked. “How about tails my apartment for takeout of your choice, and heads your apartment for takeout of your choice?”

 You smiled, this game become your favorite already. “My choice of food either way? I’m game!” you exclaimed, your quarter soaring into the air just as a light breeze blew across your face.

 This time, Jack let you catch it. You flipped it onto the back of your hand, showing it to Jack.

 “So, what would you like for your first meal at the House of Jack?” Jack smiled, rubbing his hands together.

 You smiled at him, grateful to not be going to your tornado-torn apartment. “I love pizza,” you told him.

 “Wow, you already know the key to my heart,” he winked, taking your hand in his as the two of you begun walking.

 “Oh, I know the way to more than just a man’s heart,” you winked back, but quickly threw a hand over your mouth and mentally cursing yourself for saying something so utterly stupid.

 Even so, Jack laughed. “Not that I don’t want to, but I’m hoping to keep you around much, much longer than one night.”

 Your heart fluttered in your chest. It was as though it had grown wings like a butterfly, flapping those wings furiously to escape and land in Jack’s rough hands.

 “What?” Jack asked you. “Did I say something weirder than you?”

 You shook your head, a blush creeping up from the base of your neck. “No, of course not! Your weirdness doesn’t beat mine.”

 “Stick around. You’ll see some pretty weird things!” Jack said, kicking a rock off to the side of the grass when you reached the pavement.

 You giggled, enjoying the feeling of another’s company. It had been months since you held a conversation with someone for longer than five minutes, and you planned on savoring every second. “So, Jack.”

 “So, (Y/N),” he echoed, flashing a grin at you.

 “Tell me something you love.”

 He took a quick glance at you, scratching the back of his head. “Magic,” he threw out.

 You gasped, coming to a quick halt. “Me too!”

 “Oh, this is going to be the beginning to something great!” Jack smiled, wrapping his arms around you in a strong hug that you never wanted to leave.