#nysm oneshot

[heliads]

Hiya Lisa my love!! I think this may be the first request I’m sending you (omg!?) But I am so excited to do so, and of course for our best boy Jack Wilder <3

Okay this one’s a little silly but I’m thinking Jack Wilder x reader where the reader is part of the Horsemen, but Jack and her don’t exactly get along all too well (enemies/reluctant allies to lovers). I’m thinking they’re sent off together to check out and map a location for the Horsemen’s next big act (maybe a fancy gala! That’d be so fun!), but the whole time they’re just bickering and shooting jabs at each other and the other guys are on comms and are just So Tired™ of their bullshit 😭

amber i love you for this

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You don’t think you’ve ever seen the magical enigma known professionally as J. Daniel Atlas and familiarly as a pain in all of your asses as stressed as he is right before the start of a new job. The Horsemen are world renowned for their intricate performances and flawless setups, which only serves to increase the pressure on all of you to keep one-upping yourselves every time you appear in the spotlight. Danny has taken it upon himself to make sure that all of you stay perfect, and that responsibility is manifesting itself in the form of a lecture right now.

He’s standing in front of you, eyes wild with the fire of what could be creative genius or perhaps too much coffee, and rattling off a series of questions to make sure you know what you’re doing.

“Where are you going?” He asks first.

You meet his gaze steadily. “The Metropolitan Museum of Art. Specifically the busiest areas during the Met Gala.”

“How are you entering?” Danny queries.

“Two ways. First, as a tourist, to spot the security cameras. Then, I’ll go again at night, to lay some cameras of our own and run some more thorough investigations.”

Danny takes a step closer. His hands are steepled together, making him the perfect picture of a plotting supervillain from one of those bad action movies Merritt keeps playing. “What, specifically, are you looking for?”

You want to roll your eyes, but you learned a long time ago that showing any sort of emotion except for intensity in front of Daniel Atlas during his mad planning sessions is only asking for trouble. So, you keep your cool, or you try to, at least. “The normal stuff. Alcoves and closets where we can hide. Areas with low security presence. Entrances and exits. Janitors. Extra uniforms. That sort of thing.”

Daniel nods once, the only sign that you’re not outright bombing his little pop quiz. “And who is going with you on this reconnaissance mission?”

This time, you can’t disguise your sigh of disgust. “I’m taking a stubborn child.”

Danny gives you a cool stare. “Try again.”

You give him a look, but Daniel is prone to winning staring contests, especially when he’s in this sort of mood, so you cut your losses and give in. “Fine. I’m taking Jack.”

To your side, someone starts clapping. “Perfect response!”

You and Daniel both turn in unison to see your recon partner applauding your sarcastic answer from his chair a few paces away. His feet are kicked up on the table in front of him, and although he had been aimlessly scrolling through his phone this entire time, he’s put the device down temporarily so he can remind you just how strong a bond the two of you share. Which is to say, in no uncertain terms, none at all.

Daniel glances back at you. “You’re not going to let the two of you working together be a problem, will you?”

You fold your arms across his chest, affronted. “I won’t. You might want to double-check with my so-called partner, though. Who, by the way, is free to answer any of these questions on his own. I don’t see why I’m the one who has to know everything while he gets off easy. Aren’t we sharing this responsibility? And by extension, this interrogation?”

Jack just flashes you a thousand-watt smile. “You seemed to have it covered, sweetheart. Besides, I just like hearing the sound of your lovely voice.”

You flip him off. He blows you a kiss, then does the same. Daniel looks ready to burst a blood vessel. “Focus, you two. I want no slip ups. We’re stealing the show of the Met Gala. If we make a mistake, I think Anna Wintour will personally kill us.”

“She’s going to do that anyway,” Jack muses, “We’re interrupting her little fashion show. God forbid someone focuses on us instead of all the celebrities who aren’t even dressing to theme. If I had that money, I could do way better, is all I’m saying.”

You shoot him a perplexed look. “Since when have you paid attention to the Met Gala outfits? Last time I tried talking about it, you told me that was all absurdist nonsense.”

“Maybe I was just talking about you,” Jack answers vaguely. “I’m allowed to, like, develop interests.”

You toss him a glare, then turn back to Daniel, who for some reason looks somewhat entertained. “Can we go back to the plan, please?”

Danny straightens up. “Yes, I’d like that. I’ve briefed both of you on the entrances and exits I need you to scout out–”

“Too many times,” Jack cuts in. He’s not wrong. Danny’s been over this every hour on the hour since you got the call to stage your own show at one of the most famous fashion opportunities of the year.

Daniel, however, seems to think that he hasn’t mentioned the details enough. Now Jack is on the receiving end of not just your glare but Daniel’s as well. “As I was saying,” Danny continues smoothly, “You’ll get in and get out. Try not to move too quickly, you don’t want to attract attention, but don’t linger too long, either.”

“We’ll be fine,” you assure him. “Not our first rodeo.”

Danny nods hesitantly. “I know. Just your first rodeo together in a while.”

That’s no big secret. You and Jack may both be Horsemen, but that certainly doesn’t mean you have to like each other. In fact, you couldn’t be farther from it. You’re not enemies, so to speak, an enemy is the FBI or the CIA, but referring to whatever exists between you as friendship is stretching the truth. You’re more like uncertain, unhappy allies. You’ll work together so long as you get paid and stay in the spotlight while you’re at it, but you’re not likely to grab drinks after a show together.

However, the Horsemen come first above any personal squabble. Always. That’s the one thing you and Jack can agree on. What you’re working on is bigger than the two of you, it’s bigger than all of you. To most of the world, you are magic. No rift between teammates is worth damaging that ideal.

That’s why Jack straightens up at last, and dons an expression verging on solemnity. “We’ll do our part, Danny. No need to worry.”

“There had better not be,” Daniel comments, but he backs off after that, and leaves to track down Merritt to deliver a similar speech.

Now alone, Jack’s familiar cavalier attitude comes back in a flash. “Can’t wait for our little date tomorrow, L/N,” he tells you.

You roll your eyes. “It’s going to be so much fun.”

The next morning, you and Jack wait your turn in the entrance queue at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. You’re both disguised with baseball caps pulled low over your heads, then paired with sunglasses, and you each have fake IDs in your pockets just in case. It’s surprisingly easy to get around undetected; although the Horsemen are famous the world over, no one expects to see them outside of one of your performances. It makes no sense to spot one of you in a coffee shop or in line ahead of you, so their minds just glance over you as if you were never there at all.

It’s certainly convenient. You could always go to an outside source for intel, but if there’s one lesson you’ve learned throughout your time, it’s to never trust anyone outside of your immediate circle. There are always people who’ll sell off your secrets, or debunkers frothing at the mouth to show how you do what you do.

No, it’s best to keep everything under wraps, even if it makes disguises necessary. There’s a brief moment of panic in which the security guard checking Jack’s bag lingers on his face a little longer than usual, but he’s waved through soon enough and then you’re able to wander further into the museum.

A voice crackles over your earpiece. “What was that about?” Danny, paranoid as always.

Jack shrugs, directing his voice towards you so no one will suspect he’s talking to anyone else. “Probably just a newbie convinced they’ll catch a would-be robber by checking my hand sanitizer close enough. They didn’t plant any bugs, we’re good. Most likely, she was just captivated by my exceedingly good looks and got distracted.”

You scoff. “Or maybe she was just fascinated by your hideousness and wanted a better look.”

Jack clutches a hand to his heart, feigning agony. “My hideousness?” Y/N, I’m hurt.”

“Good,” you smile saccharinely at him.

Daniel sighs in a gust of static over your earpiece. “Focus, you two. Please.”

“Aye aye, Captain,” Jack says. “We’ll get to work.”

You and Jack slip through the exhibits, pretending to examine paintings in sculptures when, in reality, you’re looking harder at the security features in each room. The Horsemen already have a rough plan in mind for how you’re going to enter and exit, but the security presence could change which specific entrance you use.

When you loiter a little too long near one oil painting of two nobles dancing at a lavish ball, Jack doubles back to your side. “Everything alright? We haven’t been noticed yet, have we?”

You shake your head, snapping yourself back to reality. “No, we’re fine. Just looking. I love this year’s theme for the gala. If I had an actual invitation, I would have worn something like the dress in this painting. I would want to, at least. Of course, that would only happen if we weren’t breaking in, but. Yeah. That’s what I would do.”

You realize you’re rambling and try to cut yourself off, but you’ve already been going on for a while. You wait for Jack to tease you, but instead, the corner of his lips tugs up in a soft half-smile. “It would look good,” he admits, “You would. Maybe we should petition Danny to let us dress up. We could recreate the painting.”

He swoops closer, placing one hand on your waist and taking yours with the other, spinning you into a waltz just like in the painting. Jack pulls you close in an exaggerated dip just like in the painting, one that takes you a little too near the painting. One of the security guards surges across the room to tell you two to move away again. Jack lets you up, then exaggeratedly apologizing, slapping the guy on the back as a gesture of camaraderie. As the guard walks away, you can see the tracer he’s planted, one that will give you two much-needed information on the paths each guard takes on their shift.

“Nice one,” you breathe.

“Yeah,” Jack says, but he’s still looking at you, as if mentally cataloging each and every place his hands had been just moments before. “I am nice.”

You swat him on the shoulder, and he winks. Rather than give that an answer, you head to the next exhibit. The two of you tag the next few guards you come across, noting janitor’s closets and fire exits while you’re at it. 

It’s easy to settle into a rhythm. You go from room to room, you snipe at each other, you get the job done. Jack passes a sculpture of a nude woman and suggests that be the costume you wear to the Gala, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively; you tell him that you’ll do it only when he’s got biceps the size of the Greek hero statue next to it.

Eventually, you only have one tag left. This one, though, will be the most difficult. The chief security guard has access to the central security station of the museum; by bugging him, you can get the passcode to the main room, which would be a significant help. The only problem is that you’ll have to get close enough to talk to the guy, and he looks far more suspicious of everyone around him than any of the other guards.

You volunteer to do it, and weave your way over to the guard in charge. It takes a heady dose of flirting, but you’re able to get the job done eventually. You do have to shell out a fake phone number, but he’ll only find out the number isn’t yours later that night. No harm, no foul.

Or, not according to you, at least. When you walk back over to Jack, though, your partner in crime has his arms folded tight across his chest, and he looks more annoyed than you’ve seen him all day. At last, something has managed to pierce his armor of sarcastic, joking indifference, but you’re not sure what.

“He seems nice,” Jack says, voice unnaturally calm, “Maybe you do want to take him out on a date after this, like you said.”

You laugh. “We both know that was an act, Wilder. No need to get jealous.”

“I’m not jealous,” he insists, “I have nothing to be jealous of.”

“Nothing?” You ask, one brow raised. “So you wouldn’t mind if I went back and gave him my real number?”

Jack slings an arm around your shoulder in a pretense of affection, but it feels more like he’s pinning you to him, making sure you can’t go back and do as threatened. “That would be ridiculous. It would ruin our whole act.”

You grin. “What act?”

“That we’re here on a date of our own, obviously,” Jack says.

“We haven’t done anything of the sort the whole time we were here,” you point out. “It makes more sense for him to think we’re just friends.”

“Then we’ll have to fix that, won’t we?” Jack suggests, and although you do notice the glint in his eyes when he says it, you’re still not expecting him to lean forward and kiss you. The kiss is– startling, yes, but not bad, not at all, and when he finally breaks away and looks triumphantly over at the guard who’d been flirting with you, you get the feeling that Jack thought so too.

“I think we should do this all the time,” Jack whispers to you. “Maybe we should ask Danny to change our assignments around.”

“Actually,” a voice crackles over your earpieces, “I’d rather neither of you ever spoke to me again. If I have to think about you two making out one more time, I’ll pour bleach directly into my brain.”

You slap a hand over your mouth to stop from laughing. “Oh, no. Daniel, how long have our comms been on?”

“The whole time,” your showman says, “I hated all of it, thank you for asking.”

Jack snorts. “And you didn’t remind us to turn off our mics?”

“Merritt wanted to see if you’d actually commit enough to do it,” Danny says, sounding supremely unhappy. “Now we’re both traumatized. Just get your asses back here and never bring this up again.”

This time, you can’t hide your laugh. “Alright, we will. Try to stay away from the bleach in the meantime.”

“I make no promises,” Danny grumbles, sending you and Jack into a wave of laughter again.

Jack reaches up to switch off his own earpiece, then does the same for you, gently brushing the side of your face with his hand while he’s at it. “Well,” he says slowly, “We might as well make the most of our time right now, hadn’t we? I’d hate for our ticket money to go to waste.”

You grin. “Quit the theatrics and kiss me.”

Jack Wilder doesn’t usually do as told. This time, though, he makes an exception.

requested by @hiya-itsamber, i hope you enjoy!

now you see me tags: @mayfieldss

[steampoweredwerehog]

In regards to your Nysm au, I know that’s it’s very unlikely considering this all happened bcuz of the narrators will to be perceived, but if something glitched out in a reset and he was back to being just voice, how hard would he take it? I can imagine him either being very confused and a little sad and stressed at the fact he’s not able to interact with Stanley for a bit, but mostly being levelheaded if anxious while trying to fix it… orrrr he’d go full panic mode at being deprived of touch and Stanley’s perception since it reminds him too much of the skip button. It could be either but the longer he’s had the touch ability, I figure the worse the reaction would be. (Love all your tsp stuff btw!!)

Great question! I was gonna give this a normal answer but I decided I liked pain instead :)

[flinttcanwriteipromise]

Sorry to my cm fans atm: I mainly watched Criminal Minds Netflix.. and as we all know.. IT’S GONE. I CAN’T WATCH IT ANYMORE. So- Criminal Minds is unwatchable until i find how to watch it again.

Until then, you guys can send asks in for characters I have in my directory (pinned posts) and I might come up with some content like headcanons, blurbs and little oneshots. You guys can also send in your own headcanons, I’d love to talk about them with you!!

[good-game432]

@steampoweredwerehog's Narrator meeting Spooky because I can so I will.

For context, I'm running a series of D&D oneshots based on video games. The second game we did a oneshot for was Spooky's Jumpscare Mansion and the friend from the group who Introduced me to the NYSM AU made a joke that the narrator from that looked like he could probably be spooky's father.

Anyway, I wanted to draw them meeting since that so here it is! Enjoy!

[lokiqueenofasgrd]

I decided to make a full list of characters I want to read for. If you write any x readers for these characters please let me know so I can both support you and request from you. You guys are all such talented writers and I think that gets over looked some times. I love you all. Can’t wait to read your stuff!

Here it is:

X-men-

* Charles Xavier

* Alex summers

* Scott summers

* Hank

* Quicksilver*

Avengers/Marvel -

* Steve Rogers*

* Peter Parker*

* Quicksilver (Maximoff)*

* Frank Castle

* Matt Murdock

* Loki*

* Thor

MPHFPC-

* Jake

* Enoch

Psych-

* Shawn Spencer*

Flash-

* Barry

* Cisco

NYSM + NYSM 2-

* Daniel Atlas

* Jack

The Hunger Games-

* Peeta*

* Finnick

* Gale

SPN-

* Sam

* Dean

Teen Wolf-

* Stiles

* Lahey

The Bodyguard-

* David Budd

Kingsmen-

* Eggsy

Stranger Things-

* Steve*

* Billy*

I Am Not Okay With This-

* Stanley Barber*

Outer Banks-

* JJ****

Criminal Minds-

* Reid*

* Derek

Glee-

* Finn

* Ryder

* Sebastian

* Sam

* Jesse

Bones-

* Sweets*

* Booth

* Aubrey*

* Hodgins

AHS-

* Kyle Spencer (post and pre death)*

* Kit*

* Jimmy*

Hemlock Grove-

* Roman*

Harry Potter-

* Draco*

* Fred

* George

Star Wars-

* Kylo

* Poe

* Luke

* Anakin*

The Mortal Instruments-

* Jace*

* Simon

I might add more to this as I watch/read new things but this is the list for now! Can’t wait to read! Bonus friendship points if you write any of the ones with a * after them! ! 💖

[royalydamned]

Merritt McKinney x Reader - 'You should have seen your face'

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|AN|: Merritt is so underrated I couldn't bare it anymore. Here's a short one shot. Might do more in time. Sorry for grammar mistakes.

Summary: You and Merritt have had a secret affair for a long time. Careless fun to shorten your night, sometimes days. Until one accident.

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Merritt wasn't exactly a relationship person. He knew that and you knew that too when you agreed on your little deal. At first it was smooth. Just fun, it was perfect. However, the longer it went on, he caught himself just looking at you. At first he didn't realize it and even brushed it off, thinking it's probably his other parts already thinking about you but now, as you were soundly sleeping next to him with messy hair and legs tangled clumsily into the blanket, he was still looking. He was looking at the little frown that was formed on your face while you were far away in your dreams. At your arms tightly hugging the blanket to your naked chest and your fingers digging into the soft cloth weakly.

Without realizing what was he really doing he reached towards your face and put a strain of your hair behing your ear. You moved a little what made him quickly put his hand away and grinned widely at you when you opened your one eye to see what he is doing.

'Morning sunshine.'

'What time is it?' you asked sleepily rubbing your eyes with your fingers trying to wake up.

'Why? Are you in a hurry?' You let out a loud groan as you rolled on your back looking at the ceiling.

'I'm starving. Is it lunch yet?'

'Uh... No. It' s like 9am?' he said and suddenly jumped on the top of you laughing like a child.'You know what is best way to forget about hunger?'

You laughed and playfully slapped his shoulder on what he just smirked.

He started kissing your neck, licking and slightly biting loving hearing your little moans. You loved how close he was. How you could smell his cologne, feel his breath on your skin. You loved his silly grins and little childish self. You also loved when he was just looking into your eyes, when you were so close that your noses were almost touching and your breath was one. You loved when he kissed you, when he laughed when you stole his hat, when he unconsciously put his arm around you while sleeping. You loved his sarcasm, his stupid jokes, him.

'Merrit. ' you moaned and could hear him chuckle. 'Merritt I need to tell you something.'

Suddenly he stopped and looked at you with serious face and you cupped his cheek, looking into his eyes.

'You're not pregnant, are you?'

'How did you know?' you whispered quietly playing with him a little and his eyes widened. He opened his mouth, trying to speak but no sound came out and you cracked into laughter confusing him.

'Oh my God you should've seen your face.' you said breathlessly drying tears from your eye with the blanket, still laughing slightly. Soon he burst into uncontrollable giggling and hid his face into the crook of your neck trying to catch his breath.

'Oh I love you' he said into the noise of your dying laughter. You tensed up and gasped a little. At first he didn't realize what he said and after few seconds his head jerked up looking at you shocked and you staring back.

'I-' he started and before you could say something he started getting up from the bed 'I'm gonna buy some food. You were hungry, weren't you? Yes I hope they will still have-' he started murming under his breath loud enough for you too hear but you interrupted him.

'Merritt wait'!' He stopped and tensed up not daring to turn around. You gently put your hand on his shoulder and he sighted. 'Please at least look at me.'

Slowly he turned away facing you, your hand went to cup his cheek looking into his eyes. The blue gaze filled with emotions you never really saw before in him was looking at you almost like expecting a rejection but none of it was shown in his face. His features were serious, not giving away anything.

You stood on your tiptoes pressing a gentle kiss on his lips slowly working your mouth against his, savoring the moment, feeling every emotion. Your arms around his neck, his hand on the small of your back, your lips dancing in a perfect sync. When you slowly pulled back from each other you looked at him again smiling sigtly when he rested his forehead against yours.

'I love you too.'

[fandom-fic-rec]

heavy

Fandom: Now You See Me

Ratings: General

Warnings: Mentions of Faking Death

Relationship: None

Characters: Dylan Rhodes, Jack Wilder, J. Daniel Atlas, Merritt McKinney, Henley Reeves

Summary

What if Dylan hadn't known Jack was going to fake his death?

Link

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7445806#main

[alwaysbethesmartestguyintheroom]

I promise!

I promise you guys I will start writing more I’m just out of ideas, I’ll post this on all my other accounts for each fandom too just to cover all my bases. Please request. I love you guys and I love writing for you and I finally feel like I’m at a place where I can do that again. I love you all so much 🖤 xx

[kookie-kakes]

Jack Wilder - Now You See Me

A/N: Honestly I used to hate this but after some heavy editing it kinda grew on me and I kinda really like it now... Who knows, maybe you will too! ^-^

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A series of knocks immediately brought me to my feet.

“Coming!”

I swung the door to my side to reveal a young man, hunched, clutching his side. He looked up at me through a lock of hair that had fallen over his eyes. He winced and clutched his side. My eyes flickered down to find blood seeping through his fingers.

My eyes widened. “Jack, holy shi-”

“Yeah, I know, it’s bad…,” he said in a strained voice, cutting me off. He gestured to the inside of my house. “Can we just…?”

I shook my head at him, my eyes narrowed. “I hate you. So, so freaking much,” I mutter in a dangerous tone, just enough for him to hear. Despite my frustrations, I stepped outside, taking his wrist and slinging his arm over my shoulder. I gripped his waist and helped him limp into the house.

“Laying down,” I ordered, lifting his arm from my shoulders. He proceeded to get down on the couch before I stopped him, shaking my head and wagging a finger at him. “Ah, ah. Shirt’s gotta come off first.”

He let out a hollow chuckle, making himself wince. “You could’ve asked before I’d lost two pints of blood.”

I rolled my eyes. “No laughing, Wilder. It speeds up the heart rate, makes you lose more blood,” I said blandly as I opened my first aid kit from the drawer.

“Sorry to break it to you, princess, but that’s not the only reason my heart rate’s going up,” he said cheekily.

I shook my head. “You really have lost a lot of blood.”

He didn’t say anything. I turned around to find him sprawled out on the couch with exhaustion, still clutching his side, his head to the side and his eyes closed, trying his best to control his breathing. As bitter as I was at him, I still felt equally sympathetic; he really was in pain.

I took my materials and sat down with them in front of him on the hard wood floor. I took his wrist and checked his pulse while subconsciously running my fingers through the front of his hair. I concentrated on his pulse as I studied his face. I finished counting his pulse. An abnormally quick heart rate… hmm…

He groaned and turned his head, opening his eyes with a struggle as if I were shining a blinding light in them. His gaze met mine and a strained, playful smile graced his lips.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked.

My eyebrows furrowed. “Like what?”

“Like that.”

I shook my head once again. Must be the blood loss talking.

My eyes traveled to his side where his hand still lay clenched. I gingerly placed my own hand on his, glancing at him. “Can I see?”

As a response he lifted his hand, which I could see was shaking as it traveled through he air. A pang of sympathy thudded against my heart.

I studied the wound for a second before fishing around for the supplies to treat it.

“Third degree trauma wound. Cut from a knife?” I asked, pulling out a numbing injection.

“Yeah, I got- woah, hold on a minute, doc,” he said, his eyes wide as he peered at the needle. “Can we talk about thi-“

“Look, you don’t want me dressing a wound like that without numbing it,” I explained, pulling out a gauze and smearing alcohol on the skin right next to the huge gash.

“Yeah, okay, just make it quick,” he said, turning his head again and squeezing his eyes shut.

As fast as the needle entered his skin, it left just as quickly. I glanced at Jack, who still had his eyes squinted together as tight as he could.

“I’m done now, genius,” I told him, cracking a small smile. My bitterness was quickly fading away; it was hard to stay mad at him for long.

He cracked an eye open, then quickly both of them when he realized the needle was well away from him. “Oh- right, uh, yeah, I know, ” he replied. “Just testing you.”

“Right,” I nodded, raising my eyebrows in a sarcastic way.

I wasted no time in proceeding to clean the wound. I was about halfway done with the stitching when he broke the silence.

“I’m sorry,” he said simply.

I took a brief pause to send him a questioning look. 

I went back to work, still talking. “For?”

“Working you like this. Showing up at your house at midnight to get stitches. It’s not fair to you.”

I shrugged. “Just part of the job, I guess.” A brief silence passed before I let out a short laugh. “But I do have to admit, as much as you get yourself hurt you’d think you’d know how to stitch yourself up by now.”

“Well, maybe you should teach me?”

I shrugged again. “It’s not too hard. Kinda like knitting I guess. Here, watch.” I leaned in close to show him. I tied off the end of the stitches in slow motion so he could see what was happening. As I finished, I glanced up at him to find his attention intently trained on me. I didn’t fail to notice that his face was particularly close to mine. I let out a slightly nervous laugh.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

He grinned. “Funny, I asked you the same question just five minutes ago.”

“Okay, yeah, but why?”

Then he grinned even wider. And, as if to answer my question, he propped himself on his elbows and tilted his head forward, just enough to close the gap between us.

I couldn’t comprehend it at first, but as quickly as I tensed up, I relaxed. In one hand I accidentally dropped my tweezers on his chest, abandoning them for a hand in his hair. However, it seemed as if as soon as we kissed, we broke apart. I opened my eyes to find that same silly grin spread across his face.

I guess that’s why.

[cynicalseven]

Hey! I really enjoy your blog, it's the best nysm blog around, and you only post quality content. Thank you so much for existing. Do you read fanfictions? If so, do you have any nysm fanfics to recommend? Thanks~

HI HELLO FIRST OF ALL THANK YOU SO MUCH ?? i’m super glad people are enjoying this blog cause i sure a hell am having a lot of fun!!

Next thing, I rarely read fanfiction so i might not be the best person to ask, but i sneaked around to find some anyways because i didn’t want to leave you hanging so heres 3 of them:

these two are jack x daniel, i read them a long while ago and did enjoy them, theyre both oneshots so theyre quite short:

Equilibrium

can't get out of my head (and I need you to save me)

NOW THIS ONE IS @aneyeformagic‘s fic, and i hadn’t actually read it because i was intimidated by its length compared to my short attention span but i checked it out for you, and i am begging you READ IT

It’s an AU where Lula and Jack are 11, Danny is 15, Henley is 16 and Merritt is 21 and Dylan is the adult and they go around in cities doing shows in a van and i won’t give the plot away too much but READ IT

Now You’ve Found Me

i’m like at chapter three or something and i couldn’t stop grinning the entire time because it’s just so adorable and funny and i’m in love with 11 year old Lula narrating ("The place was a total mess pretty much all the time, but Lula loved it. The only person who had a serious problem with it was Danny, but no one cared since he was a wuss." I CRIED LAUGHING)

ANYWAYS thank you for your kind ask and i hope you enjoy those fics, theres also the fact that @wilderofhearts and i are working on a lot of stuff simultaneously so stick around for when it’s eventually online!!

if yall have any fic favourites, let me know!!

[heliads]

Lisa my love! I hope you don’t mind me sending another request (for none other than Jack Wilder again of course) — but how about a Jack x reader meet-cute situation, maybe she’s a barista at the coffee shop he likes to visit, and he definitely thinks she’s more than cute but reader is a little oblivious to that fact. But she doesn’t recognise him at first, (i can imagine a co-worker going “GIRL that was Jack Wilder!” and she’s like “who now?”). Jack ends up becoming a regular and the two get to know each other outside of the coffee shop setting (I’m also imagining he’d try to teach her card tricks and it’d just be so !!!!!! absolute fluff). Sorry, this request doesn’t have a SINGLE coherent thought in it, it’s literally so silly but I love this man bfhvdjhfvdn

anything for the boy

'wake me up' - jack wilder

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Nothing has ever made you want to drink coffee less than working in a coffee shop. Whether or not you’ll actually stop is purely up to your own moral strength, of course, but you’re reminded daily of why you would make such a choice whenever you clock in to your latest shift at your local coffee shop. The sight of so many exhausted people who seem to prefer snapping at you to actually taking accountability in their own lives is depressing, to say the least. 

Still, you keep working there. You always do. It’s satisfying in itself, as far as jobs go, and your coworkers are funny enough that the time always passes faster than expected. It’s not bad. And sometimes, on rare days like today, you end up meeting someone with the power to change your life forever.

The funny thing is, you almost missed him. The shop was crazy busy when he came in. You would find out later that the people were only crowding into the shop and lining up down the block because of him, but you hadn’t known that at the time. You had just chalked it up to word of mouth, maybe enough people had finally appreciated the expert level of care you and your coworkers put into their lattes and decided to show up and see what’s what. 

You certainly hadn’t counted on the cute boy who came bounding through the door of your shop, sending the bell fixed to the top into a commotion matching the hubbub surrounding the tables inside. Your first thought was that he seemed energetic enough that ordering coffee was unnecessary. Your second thought, as he breezed up to you, ready to order, was that you certainly didn’t mind your job anymore if it brought you faces as pretty as his. 

For a complete stranger, he seemed very sure of himself. He had paused for a moment before speaking, as if waiting for you to burst into applause at the sight of him. When it became clear you weren’t going to fall into raptures, he just shrugged and rattled off his order. The words were perfectly cadenced, probably memorized. You wrote it down like normal. Routines can be tedious on both ends, even if two perfect strangers are meeting for the first time. Sometimes, you don’t know that the course of your life has been irrevocably affected until much later. You certainly didn’t know it then.

You had guessed that something was strange, though. You had asked what name he wanted with the order and the young man had blinked at you in surprise, as if he couldn’t fathom the possibility that you wouldn’t know who he was. You’re familiar with the regulars of the coffee shop, so you knew he wasn’t one of them. Still, he seemed so stunned that you didn’t recognize him already. In a good way, though. With the way he smiled at you as he said, “Just Jack, thanks,” you got the feeling that he thought quite a lot about you was good.

Jack’s order wasn’t too complicated, so you were able to finish it quickly, which he seemed to appreciate. Even after he moved out of line to wait for his coffee, Jack had still hung around the counter, eyes nervously darting around the room as if he expected someone to jump out at him. From the few glances you were able to sneak as you poured and mixed ingredients, you almost thought he was right to worry. All these tables of girls kept whispering and giggling to each other, staring back at him with this outright, unusual intensity.

You had no idea why he was seemingly being stalked by so many people, but he was cute, so maybe that would do it. There’s a college campus across town, maybe he was on a varsity athletics team or something. You called his name and several people perked up. No one looked happier than Jack, though, and he eagerly slid over to you so he could pick up his drink.

You raised an eyebrow at his excitement, unable to hide a small smile. “Really looking forward to that coffee, huh?”

Jack had the presence of mind to blush a little. “I just want to hit the road as soon as I can.”

You took an obvious look past him. “I think I can understand that. What did you do, announce that you’d be giving away free kittens or something?”

Jack chuckled, absentmindedly scratching the back of his head. “Not quite. Do you– do you not know who I am?” He gave this pained half-laugh as he said it, like he could tell that saying something like that didn’t make him come off as the nicest.

He was cute enough that it worked, though. Cute and charming. He could get away with anything. Later, you’d learn that he usually did.

“No,” you said, and his entire face had lit up. Strange. “I’m not a mind reader,” you reminded him, “I won’t know your name unless you tell it to me.”

“Well,” he had said slowly, “I won’t mind saying it again. Maybe tomorrow morning?”

You had laughed. “I’ll see you then.”

Jack had all but beamed at you, turning around to smile at you one last time right before exiting the shop. You’d watched him go with a soft smile, shaking your head to yourself as you headed back to get the next customer’s order.

When you started mixing up the next drink, though, one of your coworkers turned to you, practically shrieking in your ear with the force of her excitement. “Am I dreaming, or was that Jack Wilder?”

You glanced at her, confused, as you reached for the oat milk. “Who?”

Your coworker’s eyes widened in horrified shock. “You must be joking. Jack Wilder? Of the Horsemen?”

You had frowned at her. “Like the four that bring about the apocalypse? He seemed nice enough to me, I doubt he’s going to bring pestilence or death upon our coffee shop.”

Your coworker had shaken her head, her eyes flickering briefly shut as if praying for strength. “No, Y/N, the Horsemen are a world famous group of magicians. They’re like, crazy good. During a show, they once robbed a bank on the opposite side of the globe.”

“So they’re criminals,” you muttered, eyebrows raised, “They sound like lovely people, then. Should I check the credit card he paid with? Maybe it was a playing card instead and I didn’t notice.”

She rolled her eyes. “He wouldn’t do that, obviously. They’re like magical Robin Hoods, they only steal from banks and bad rich people and stuff like that. Jack Wilder is a celebrity, if that’s what it takes to get through to you. He’s like, the hottest one of all of them.”

“That I can agree with,” you had grinned to yourself. He was really good looking, and sweet at the same time. 

You found yourself sincerely hoping that he would come back the next morning, although the odds of that had to be low. If Jack really was a world-class celebrity, he’d probably jet across to a new country by the end of the day. He probably wouldn’t stay in one place that long, especially given the questionable legality of his day job. Coming back to the same small coffee shop was practically out of the question.

And yet, when you open up the next morning, you find yourself idly glancing outside the front window every few minutes, constantly checking to see if there’s a cute magician slipping inside your shop. Each peek down the street is rewarded with the sight of faces that aren’t his, though that doesn’t stop you from looking again.

Eventually, you decide that he’s not coming after all and there’s no point in continually craning your neck to see past the people huddled outside the main window, trying to talk themselves out of purchasing a pastry. It is only now, when you let down your guard, that you see someone approaching the counter out of the corner of your eye and announce, as if this were some great, life-changing thing:  “I’m back.”

For anyone else, this would be obnoxious. However, the cute boy beaming at you did make you a promise, so it is quite important that he would be here to honor his word. You end up smiling back at him in silence for a beat too long. It takes your coworker pointedly looking at the line growing behind Jack for you to remember yourself.

“Right, right. Coffee. What can I get you this morning?”

He looks bashfully behind him, as if only realizing that it’s not just the two of you in here, too. “Um, maybe a double shot vanilla latte? Oh, and can you draw something on the top?”

You hum as you write down the order. “Any ideas, or is the art my choice?”

Jack winks at you. “I’d love your number, but that might be too long. How about a heart, since you’ve already got mine?”

Heat rushes to your cheeks, but you do your best to keep your cool. “That’s sweet. Do you flirt with all your baristas like this?”

“Only the pretty ones,” he promises. Maybe Jack’s magic isn’t just in card tricks, but in his smooth moves as well. 

As he turns around to find someplace out of the way to wait for his drink, your coworker openly stares at you, jaw dropped. “What was that?” She asks under her breath, grinning.

You just shrug, although you can’t seem to stop your lips from curling up into a poorly hidden smile. “No idea.”

Jack thanks you for his drink when it’s ready. You weren’t brave enough to give him your number, assuming he was just joking around. He’s a celebrity, you remind yourself. He could probably conjure up Margot Robbie’s number if he really wanted it. He’s not going to go for you if he could have anyone on the planet.

However, when you slide over his coffee and he immediately checks the design in the foam, pretending to pout when he sees no identifying string of digits, you start to wonder if he wasn’t kidding after all. It certainly seems that way when he shows up the next morning, and the next morning, and the next. Jack is turning into a regular, which you didn’t expect. You figured he would sweep from city to city like the rest of the Horsemen, but for some reason Jack seems inclined to stay.

He insists on getting your number about a week later, and says he won’t leave the shop until he gets it. He pretends to handcuff himself to the chair of his favorite spot, pulling the metal cuffs out of thin air and grinning at your surprised reaction. You make him stay there, locked in place, for a few more minutes just to mess with him, but in the end he walks out with your number, and when you leave that night, you find a card tucked into the pocket of your apron. 

It’s the queen of hearts, although the image is less entrancing than the phone number scrawled across the front. Just in case I lost yours by accident, says the note on the back. You press it to your heart, trying to stop yourself from audibly squealing. You had promised that you wouldn’t fall for him, but it’s getting increasingly difficult to keep your word. 

Especially not when you get a text some time later that night:  Get home safe? Then:  This is Jack. Although I hope you wouldn’t be confusing my number with other handsome men who also wanted to see you.

In the safety of your room, you’re free to lightly kick your heels back and forth like a kid with a schoolgirl crush. No other admirers. Just you.

Just the way I like it, is the answer, practically only a few heartbeats after your text. You might actually end up loving him if he’s not careful.

Jack comes in the next morning looking far too pleased with himself. In fact, he even goes so far as to ask when you get off work that day. He says he wants to see you without other customers getting in the way. You remind him that he, too, is a customer, and he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, asking if you want him to be something else. You don’t deign to respond to that, but you think your self-conscious smile does enough talking. He certainly laughs like it does.

Jack ends up taking you out to lunch. He makes you laugh the whole time, looking proud of himself every time he manages to elicit so much as a smile from you. He tells you stories about all the fantastic jobs he’s taken as a Horseman, even attempts to teach you a card trick or two. Several dropped decks later, both of you can freely admit that he’s got more of a knack for sleight of hand than you, but his hands have been over yours in the name of teaching his trade often enough that neither of you much mind.

It’s getting harder and harder to pretend that this is just a game to him. You do ask him once, as he’s dropping you off at your door, if he really does want this. You. Everything. Jack looks softly at you once, eyes containing all the secrets he couldn’t possibly put into words if he tried, and then he kisses you sweetly, slowly, and you know. Jack Wilder could have the whole world in his hands, but as it turns out, the only thing he wants from it is you. He’ll convince you of that as often as it takes. You can’t wait to watch him try.

requested by @hiya-itsamber, i hope you enjoy!

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Jack Wilder Masterlist

Wake Me Up - Based on this request: "Jack x reader meet-cute, she’s a barista at a coffee shop. he thinks she’s cute but reader is oblivious. She doesn’t recognize him at first. Jack ends up becoming a regular and the two get to know each other outside of the coffee shop setting" Imagine

What You Think - Based on this request: "They're a super silly couple, always goofing around before shows, but they're both insecure, like 'what if the other person doesn't take this as serious as they do'." Imagine

Scouting Out - Based on this request: “Jack Wilder x reader where the reader is part of the Horsemen, but Jack and her are enemies/reluctant allies to lovers. They’re sent off together to check out a location for the Horsemen’s next big act but the whole time they’re bickering. The other guys are on comms and are just So Tired™” Imagine

All For a Show - Based on this request: “Female reader is a paramedic and Jack from Now You See Me has a crush on her and keeps doing things that result in minor injuries so she will patch him up” Imagine

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Idk if requests are open rn (I can't convert time lol) but I was wondering if I could request something for Now You See Me? Maybe smth with Jack where they're both just a super silly couple, like always goofing around before shows and just having fun, but they're both kinda insecure, like 'what if the other person doesn't take this as serious as they do'. So they...idk talk it through and in general super fluffy. Sorry, i'm really bad at describing things. Feel free to ignore if I sent this in too early.

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If you ask the Horsemen what they like most about being, well, a Horseman, you would get completely different answers. Some of you love the planning process, being able to organize the perfect heist right down to the very last detail. Others love the car chases afterwards, running as fast as they please without ever getting caught. Still more of you have a fondness for the magic tricks of the shows themselves.

If you were to pick, though, your favorite part about this fantastical life of yours wouldn’t be what happens on the stage, nor immediately before and after it. The magic is lovely, obviously, and you all enjoy the sound of so many people cheering your names, but what you like most of all about this select group of extraordinary people are the members of the group themselves. The backstage murmuring, the whispered inside jokes. That, to you, is worth more than any perfected sleight of hand trick.

That’s the reason for the contented feeling in your stomach as you survey your little crew. The five of you just made it out of another successful deal. This one will have the skeptics talking for months, of that you’re certain; all of you went above and beyond to make this job impossible to deny. It’s a good feeling. It lets all of you lay down your guard for the time being and just laugh with each other while you wait for the coast to clear outside.

Merritt tips his glass appreciatively as another siren caterwauls outside your hideout. “I think that’s the tenth one I’ve heard in ten minutes. Face it, people. We’re famous. Or, I am, at least. They might be too distracted by my good looks to notice you.”

Danny rolls his eyes. “They’d only get distracted by your looks if you hypnotized them.”

“Why don’t I do it to you, then?” Merritt pretends to lunge towards him, laughing when Danny jerks backwards.

“Not funny,” Danny complains.

“Totally funny,” you argue. “Are you scared because you’re worried it already happened? What if you secretly think Merritt has been super attractive this whole time and you’re just fighting the truth?”

Merritt snorts. “I like that idea.”

By your side, Jack breaks into a wide grin. “It’s okay, Danny. You can talk to us. We’re friends. Tell us your inner truth.”

Danny scoffs. “That is so not my inner truth.”

You arch a brow. “Are you sure? It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve fallen for a Horseman.”

Danny glowers at you. “Low blow, Y/N. And that’s rich coming from you, anyway, given that you’re also dating a Horseman.”

This is true. Unlike Danny, though, you’re quite proud of it. Your relationship with Jack Wilder was quite literally months in the making. It nearly drove the other Horsemen insane with the way both of you couldn’t stop tiptoeing around your feelings, but you both confessed eventually and have been quite happy ever since. Even when your friends try to divert blame onto the two of you to get out of the hot seat.

Jack must be thinking along the same lines, because he just shakes his head and grins. “It’s okay to be jealous of our fantastic relationship, Daniel. It’s not your fault we like each other way more than anyone loves you.”

Merritt chokes on his drink, and has to press a hand to his mouth to stop from laughing any more. “I didn’t laugh. That’s not funny, you two. You should all be nicer.” The twinkle in his eyes, though, lets you know that he’s firmly on your side.

Danny just groans. “Trust me, if this is what love is like, I’m fine without it. I feel like I’m going to be sick to my stomach. Remind me again why I wanted you two together so badly?”

Merritt chuckles. “Because you said the same things when they were just pining uselessly, remember? Ah, good times. And now the two of you can actually tell each other how much you love each other, right?”

He stares directly at Jack, waiting for him to say something. It’s strange, usually Jack has no problem picking up the thread of a joking conversation, always jumping in with another rebuttal, a laughing riposte, but this time, he just stays silent. He seems lost in thought, and maybe it’s just you being paranoid but it seems awfully coincidental that he would zone out just as Merritt brings up the idea of him being in love with you.

And, well, you get it. Love’s a big idea. Especially with your lives on the road now, it’s hard to picture any of you settling down in any way. You and Jack started out just flirting, only catching feelings by accident. You can’t expect him to love you. Even if you know that you’ve loved him for quite a while now.

Truth be told, this isn’t the first time such an issue has crossed your mind. You and Jack have been dating for a couple of months now, and you’ve been questioning things since the halfway point. It’s not Jack’s fault, really, it’s just hard sometimes to understand why he would pick you when there are literally hundreds of thousands of people begging to go out with him at every show. He could have any supermodel, any celebrity, but he chose you. It just makes a person wonder why.

It’s been getting to you lately, the instability of it all. You and Jack have a lovely time joking around, kissing after shows in between bouts of laughter, but he’s never once told you that he actually loves you. There’s a very good chance that he hardly sees this as a relationship at all, more a distraction in between extensive shows, and that to you is more heartbreaking than if he’d never confessed his feelings in the first place. You love Jack, you know you do. You just don’t know that he feels the same way about you.

The conversation drifts off into uneasy silence when Jack still says nothing. When it becomes clear that he’s not going to respond to that, you quickly change the subject, asking Daniel about his thoughts on the way a certain aspect of the job had gone. It’s an easy excuse, and will earn you at least fifteen minutes of uninterrupted Atlas monologue to smooth over the awkwardness, but you still feel your spirits sinking. It wouldn’t have hurt Jack to say something, right? Even just to joke along. He wouldn’t have to have meant it.

Merritt meets your eyes sympathetically, but you look away just as quickly. You don’t want his pity, it just means that he’s aware of the imbalance just as much as you are. Danny’s oblivious enough that he probably won’t notice it, which is good. You don’t want anyone realizing the difference in your affection from Jack’s. Not when you plainly like him more than he does.

It’s not a good feeling, to say the least. It sits with you the rest of the evening, causing you to leave early, claiming exhaustion and wanting an early night’s sleep. Jack tries to coax you to stay a little longer, but you can’t answer his jokes with the same spirit you usually do, making his face fall slightly. Well, a cruel voice whispers in the back of your head, good. He should feel at least a little of the hurt you do right now.

Even that doesn’t make you feel better, though. You lie awake, listening to the soft sounds of your friends laughing together. Jack never has a problem carrying the conversation when it’s just them, then. That means the problem must be you. You joke too much or not enough, and somehow Jack saw that you weren’t quite the right match for him. Maybe somewhere out there is a person who’s perfect for him, who can always pick up what he’s putting down and knows exactly the right amount of emotion to show, but Jack is making it clear that won’t be you. 

You fall asleep eventually, but even a good night's sleep isn’t enough to reset your mood. You do your best to act like nothing is the matter, but it’s hard to go on joking with Jack when all you want to do is ask him if he could ever actually see himself loving you. 

It takes about a week before he catches on. You’re bailing out of another night of drinks with the Horsemen because you can’t bear to see how flimsy your relationship really is. 

Instead of letting you go, though, Jack stays put in your room. “Do you want to tell me what’s going on?”

You feign indifference. “Nothing, really. I’m just tired.”

Jack doesn’t seem convinced. “You’ve been ‘just tired’ for a while now. It’s not like you.”

“Yeah, well, maybe you don’t know me as well as you thought,” you mumble, trying to distract yourself by pretending to look at the papers on your desk. 

“What does that mean?” Jack’s voice, suddenly razor-sharp, takes you by surprise. 

You lift a shoulder cautiously. “Nothing. Just leave me alone, alright? You’ll have more fun if you’re not stuck with me right now, I know that.”

“That’s not true at all,” Jack protests. “Every time the rest of us go out, I’m miserable. They can all tell you that. It’s no good if you’re not out there with me, Y/N.”

You can’t help a tinge of bitterness from entering your voice. “So you want me to go out with you because you want entertainment? Great, Jack, that definitely makes me feel better.”

He reacts as if you’ve struck him. “That’s not what I mean at all. What’s gotten into you?”

“What’s gotten into me?” You spit out. “Nothing, Jack. Nothing at all. It’s just that I realized you don’t feel half as much about me as I do about you, and surprisingly enough, that doesn’t make me feel the greatest.”

He’s silent, reeling in place. You shake your head slowly. “See, this is why I didn’t want to do all this. Just forget it, alright?”

You try to move past, but Jack’s hand snaps out, weaving around you and blocking your path. “I had no idea you felt like that,” he says softly. “I would have said something sooner, sweetheart, I promise. All this time, I’ve been thinking you didn’t like me that much, so I didn’t want to say something stupid like I love you since I thought it would scare you off. If I had known–” he breaks off in a quiet half-laugh, then continues, “–if I had known that’s what you thought, I would have told you a lot more about just how you make me feel.”

Suddenly, it seems to take a lot of effort to speak again. The weight of your surprise hangs against your throat, slowing the syllables. “You love me?”

“More than anything,” he smiles. “Enough that I didn’t want to hear you say you didn’t love me when I knew how much I loved you. I never asked what you wanted, and I assumed you didn’t want a serious relationship.”

“I want you,” you tell him. He beams.

“And I want you, sweetheart.” In Jack’s arms, it’s easy to forgive him. This has all been a simple misunderstanding, and the greater truth is far lovelier than you could have ever hoped. Maybe you will go out with him tonight after all, tonight and every night until forever. The stars will shine sweetly overhead and you will be happy. With Jack, you think you always will be.

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[steampoweredwerehog]

So I kinda started posting about it without asking for permission first but is it ok if I make a Dungeons & Dragons AU of the nysm AU? I started making a D&D character for Stanley and Narrator based on your AU but now I'm sort of attached to them... I want to expand on these character concepts outside of a oneshot but I'm worried that it might be stealing since it is your Narrator design and your AU concept (just translated into Dungeons & Dragons).

I wanna do a general lore post for their backstories in the D&D AU but I felt like I should ask if it was ok first.

Firstly thank you for asking, I really appreciate that!

I’m alright with retrofitting the AU to D&D, especially if it’s for having fun playing dungeons & dragons ^.^ I’d just ask that you use designs of your own for Stanley & the Narrator. Idk how they’ll be characterized or evolve, & those developments can stay uniquely yours if they’re attached to your own designs. I hope it’s a fun concept to play with in the realm of D&D! And thank you again for asking ^.^

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And Let the Magic Begin

Fandom: Now You See Me

Ratings: General

Warnings: Brief Mentions of Abuse

Relationship: Henley Reeves/ J. Daniel Atlas

Characters: Henley Reeves, J. Daniel Atlas, Jack Wilder, Merritt McKinney

Summary

Based off the interview where Dave says he Isla, Jesse and Woody all hung out in Jesse’s apartment and played games and ordered pizza and got to know each other… Except this one is with the Four Horsemen. I wanted to explore their pasts more, and each character gets their past explained how I envisioned it.

Link

https://archiveofourown.org/works/848071

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Merritt McKinney, Responsible Adult

Fandom: Now You See Me

Ratings: General

Warnings: None

Characters: Merritt McKinney, Jack Wilder, Daniel Atlas, Henley Reeves

Summary

Finding out Jack's a couple years younger than he thought shouldn't be an issue. It really, really shouldn't.

Or: the dented, crumpled part of his brain where Merritt McKinney keeps his conscience rears its ugly head. Gen Teamfic, set during the first movie.

Link

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8112424#main