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Found Family (5/?)

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

Fandom: Now You See Me

Pairing: Daniel Atlas x Reader

Warnings: some swearing, read at your own discretion.

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

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

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

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

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

“Cool,” Lula said flatly.

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

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

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

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

“Za?” Danny asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Silence. You swallowed, still gazing at Danny.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You died a year ago,” Jack clarified.

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

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

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

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

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

“All of them,” Lula repeated dryly.

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay, alright.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No you don’t,” Mabry said sharply.

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

“No, seriously, stop.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

standing in your way.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really, really creepy,” Lula agreed.

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

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

Danny tensed next to you.

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

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

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

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

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Reblogging because I’m a Swiftie and it’s therefore my duty.

“Old habits die screaming…”

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hermionegalathynius · 3 months

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How would people feel about a few Criminal Minds fics? Recently started watching it. I cannot believe I managed to go this long without being obsessed.

#fanfiction #fanfic writing #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #jennifer jareau #penelope garcia #derek morgan #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #david rossi

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hermionegalathynius · 4 months

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Found Family (4/?)

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

Fandom: Now You See Me

Pairing: Danny Atlas x Reader

Warnings: Some swearing — read at your own discretion.

Part 3

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

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

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

“Feels good right?”

You nodded, “Yep.”

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

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

The cheering quietened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He shook his head, “I don’t know.”

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

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

“And Jack?” Lula added.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let’s get to the truck, come on!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Oof,” he said, “Sorry. You okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Merritt moved towards the door, popping his head outside.

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

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

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

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

“Shit,” you muttered.

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

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

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

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hermionegalathynius · 6 months

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I know this is mainly a fanfic account, but as a Swiftie I felt obligated to reblog this 🫶🫶

Lay the table with the fancy shit

And watch you tolerate it

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hermionegalathynius · 8 months

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the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

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hermionegalathynius · 1 year

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For my Steve Harrington fans, this made me feel things!! Beautiful writing!!

changed the game

pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

summary: steve would do anything for you, but he would never tell anyone why—until today

(i suck at writing summaries but it’s basically just 4.8k words of best friends to lovers with the best soccer mom ever!)

warnings: swearing, steve being adorable, slight violence but it’s only like one slap, fluff central

a/n: i really am a sucker for the best friends to lovers trope. enjoy!! <3

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(gif found on google, credits to owner)

You burst through the doors of Family Video, looking around the store frantically for the one person you needed to find until you finally spotted him reshelving movies in the corner. He (surprisingly) didn’t see you coming, so when you popped into his line of sight, he jumped.

“Jesus Christ!” Steve yelped, all the tapes in his arms clattering to the floor.

“Sorry,” You offered him a guilty smile, kneeling down to help him pick everything up. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Uh, no, you’re—you’re all good. I was spaced the hell out.” Steve mumbled. “What’s up?”

“You’re going to Lucas’ game tonight, right?”

“Yeah, of course. Why?”

“Would it be okay if the boys and I hitched a ride?” You asked sheepishly. “I promised I’d drive them, but my sister called dibs on the car for her stupid date, and I—”

“Yeah, sure! No problem.” His response was immediate (and a bit squeaky too), head nodding so fast that his hair fell into his eyes. “I can pick you up at six, swing around and grab them on the way?”

“That sounds perfect! Thank you so much, Steve, you’re a lifesaver!” You beamed at him, passing off the rest of the fallen tapes into his arms and pulling him into a quick hug. He barely had time to react before you backed away, but your perfume lingered in his space. “I gotta get to work, but thank you again. I’ll see you tonight.”

Steve managed a weak wave goodbye before watching you retreat out the doors, mind still processing your conversation.

“Alright, I’ll shoot. When are you gonna tell her?” Robin’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts, and he looked over to see her leaning against the front counter with her chin propped up in her hand and a shit eating grin on her face.

“Tell her what?” He snorted, shoving the rest of the movies back on their respective shelves. Robin aimed a rather pointed look at him. “Seriously, what?”

“Oh, you’re serious?” She raised an eyebrow. When all Steve did was give her a dumb look, she sighed. “When are you gonna tell Y/N that you’re in love with her?”

Steve froze in his tracks, gaze whipping over to her incredulously. “What?”

“You heard me, dingus.”

“You’re insane.”

“Steve, you were literally just telling me yesterday about your date with Brenda tonight, and you just agreed to play soccer mom carting around a bunch of your kid friends, all because Y/N batted her eyes and said pretty please?”

“We’re friends, Robin. That’s what friends do.” He replied with a shrug, but even that seemed forced. “Besides, I can just call Brenda and reschedule, no big deal. She’ll understand.”

“I’m your friend too, and you wouldn’t even give me a ride home from school after band practice last week!”

“That was different!”

“Yeah, you’re not completely head over heels for me!”

“Y’know what?” Steve huffed, grabbing the movie cart and pushing it away from Robin. “I have work to do. I don’t need this.”

“Right, because you’re so hard at work reshelving tapes!” Robin called after him, to which he flipped her off behind his back.

Once Steve finished reshelving all the rewound tapes, he glanced back over at the counter to see if Robin was still behind it, and when he saw that she was helping an old lady in the far corner of the store, he hurried over to the phone, digging the scrap of paper that Brenda had given him out of his pocket and dialing her number. He drummed his fingers on the counter as it rang, trying to come up with a way to bail on their date at the last minute without seeming like a jackass.

“Hello?” Brenda’s sickly sweet voice poured through the receiver, and Steve cringed.

“Hey, Brenda, it’s Steve. Harrington.” He said weakly, twirling a pen between his fingers.

“Steve, hi!” She sounded happy to hear from him. “I’m looking forward to our date tonight!”

“Yeah! Um, about that…I hate to do this so last minute, but I just came down with the nastiest case of food poisoning, and I think we’re probably gonna have to take a raincheck on our date.”

“Oh no, you poor baby!” Brenda cooed. “Of course we can reschedule, no problem! Whenever you’re feeling better, just give me a call.”

“Thank you so much, Brenda, you’re a real saint!”

“Maybe I’ll swing by your place and bring you some soup?”

“No!” Steve blurted, then let out a forced chuckle. “No, I mean, I think food poisoning is contagious, and I’d be so bummed if you came by and I gave it to you.”

Brenda giggled, and he could just picture her twirling her permed blond hair around her finger like she always did around him. “You’re so thoughtful, Steve.”

“That, I am.” He sighed, squeezing his eyes shut. “I, um, I’ve gotta go…y’know—I’ll just call you sometime, yeah?”

“Feel better soon!”

Steve mumbled out a ‘thank you’ before hanging up, ignoring the guilt pooling in his stomach and instead focusing on how happy you’d looked when he said he could give you and the boys a ride.

“Does your ass ever get tired of all the shit that comes out of your mouth?” Robin asked innocently, pulling him out of his thoughts. Steve just flipped her off again on his way to the back room, where he collapsed into one of the flimsy plastic chairs with a heavy sigh.

Robin was right, he was head over heels for you (but she didn’t need to know that). After Nancy, Steve didn’t think he’d ever be able to connect with anyone ever again. But then you came along with your bright smile and witty comebacks and how much you cared about your friends, and he fell hard and he fell fast. You’d ruined him for anyone else, in the best possible way.

He’d been going on all these dates with different people, trying to find one person who he thought he could be happy with for once, but with every date he went on, his heart wasn’t in it.

You had Steve Harrington wrapped around your finger, and you didn’t even know it.

He’d do anything for you, so canceling a date that he didn’t even really want to go on was the least of his worries. Steve just hoped it didn’t end up backfiring on him in the future, because that would definitely not be a good look for him.

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“You’re baking. You hate baking, why are you baking?” Your older sister, Callie, furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as soon as she walked into the kitchen, eyeing the mess of baking supplies on the counter with you in the middle of it all.

You blew a stray piece of hair out of your face, hands too covered in sticky dough to touch anything else. “Cookies for Steve.”

“Cookies for Steve,” She repeated, nodding slowly. “Why?”

“Since someone,” You aimed a pointed look at her, “is taking the car tonight, he’s driving the boys and I to Lucas’ game.”

“Is he now?” She hummed, smirking.

See, what you didn't know was that Callie was friends with Brenda, the very same Brenda who was supposed to be going on a date with Steve tonight. Also the very same Brenda that had just called her sadly about Steve having food poisoning and canceling said date. Now hearing that he’d bailed on her to help you out, everything she’d been picking up on between you and Steve finally made sense.

The way Steve always hung onto your every word, gazing stupidly at you when you weren’t looking. Every single time he’d gotten you something just because he thought you’d like it. How he’d show up at your house and watch god awful movies with you, and she could hear both your snorting laughters all throughout the night.

And now this: Steve making up a bogus excuse to get out of a date all because you’d asked him for a favor.

There was no mistaking it—Steve Harrington was in love with you.

And you definitely felt the same way about him, because here you were, baking cookies for him like you were Betty Crocker despite your outspoken hatred for it.

“So what’s the deal between you and Steve anyways?” Callie asked nonchalantly, reaching across the counter to snag a handful of chocolate chips and popping them in her mouth.

“What deal?” You pulled open the oven to put the cookies inside to bake, setting a timer for ten minutes before turning back to her with furrowed brows to see that she was looking pointedly at you. “There is no deal with me and Steve, Cal, we’re friends. Friends help each other out.”

“Right,” She dragged out the word amusedly, like she didn’t believe a word you were saying. “So you don’t like him? Like, like him like him?”

“Me, like Steve?” You forced out a laugh, shaking your head. She nodded. “No, I don’t like him. Why are you asking?”

“Oh, no reason.”

“Weirdo.”

“Says the one covered in flour,” Callie shot back, wrinkling her nose at you. “Don’t you have to go get ready or something?”

One glance at the clock above the sink had you swearing like a sailor, because you now had less than an hour to clean up your mess, shower, get dressed, and let the cookies cool before Steve picked you up.

“Can you help me clean up?” You yelped, scrambling out of your dusty apron and chucking it at Callie frantically, who dodged it with an indignant noise.

“No, it’s your mess, you clean it!”

You were already hurrying down the hall to your bedroom, but you managed to catch yourself on the doorway as you yelled back at her. “I’ll take your laundry duty for the next three weeks!”

“Five!”

“Deal!”

-------

Steve watched you leap down the steps outside your front door, smiling as you waved wildly at him on your way to his car.

“Hi, Steve!” You chirped, sliding into the passenger seat smoothly. He nodded in acknowledgement, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel casually. “Thanks again for giving us a ride, I hope I didn’t crash any plans you might’ve had.”

“Nah, no plans. And you don’t need to keep thanking me, I’m happy to help out,” He chuckled, pushing down the nagging feeling in his gut and pulling away from the curb smoothly. “Whatcha got there?”

You cracked open the plastic container on your lap with a sheepish smile. “Cookies. Made them as a thank you, but—”

“Oh no, I’ll take that thank you,” He said quickly, opening his mouth without taking his eyes off the road. “Gimme one!”

Popping a cookie into his mouth with a chuckle, you wiped your fingers on the collar of his jacket, listening to him groan about how this was his favorite one and how you’d ruined it. All you did was roll your eyes playfully, cranking up the radio to drown him out, but Steve switched gears right away, singing along horribly to every song that played—especially if he didn’t know the words.

You couldn’t help but admire him from your side of the car, your eyes taking in every slope, curve, and contour of his face. From the sharp angle of his jaw to the curve of his pink lips; the scattering of freckles across his cheeks to the lines on his face that morphed into the cutest dimples whenever he smiled—in your eyes, everything about Steve Harrington was perfect.

Sure, he could be a little dumb sometimes, but that was another one of the things you loved about him.

And you did admit, the whole falling-for-your-best-friend thing wasn’t your smartest move, especially since that best friend was Steve freaking Harrington, who went on dates with different girls practically every other night and had a reputation for being quite the ladies’ man. You liked to think that he’d mellowed out since his King Steve days, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t have Hawkins girls lined up out the door to get their share of him.

You didn’t really have any right to feel the jealousy that you did every time Steve talked about how he went roller skating with Stacy from junior year trig, or went out for milkshakes with Carla from the girls’ volleyball team, but you couldn’t help it. Steve was out of your league, and there was nothing you could (or would) do about it.

“Hey, you okay?” Steve’s voice drew you out of your thoughts, and you saw that he was looking over at you in slight concern. When he saw you refocus, he smiled softly. “There she is. I was starting to wonder if I’d have to steal another cookie myself.”

“I, um, I’m good. I was just…thinking.” You mumbled, embarrassed at the thought of being caught thinking about Steve by Steve.

“Thinking, huh? Care to share?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You teased, eyes glinting with amusement.

“I would, actually. Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that mind of yours.”

“Maybe another time, Harrington.” You giggled, offering out another cookie as a consolation prize that Steve plucked right out of your fingertips. The car slowed to a stop outside of Dustin’s house, where the curly haired boy was already waiting outside impatiently, brows furrowed in confusion at the sight of Steve’s car but hopping in nonetheless. “Hey, Dustin! Sorry we’re late.”

“It’s fine, the game doesn’t start for another fifteen minutes,” He assured you, then turned right to Steve. “But what are you doing here? I thought you were going—”

“We should really get going if we wanna pick up the rest of the gang and get to the game on time!” Steve interrupted forcibly, shooting Dustin a very pointed look in the rearview mirror.

“But—”

“All buckled in, Henderson?” Dustin nodded slowly. “Alright, time to go!”

Without further ado, Steve pulled away from the curb, cranking the radio back up and leaving Dustin (and now you) confused.

The atmosphere of the car ride to pick up Mike and Will, then to the high school, was awkward to say the least. The boys were in the back whispering about something you couldn’t make out and glancing at you and Steve in the front seat, while Steve was significantly less chatty with you than he was before Dustin got into the car. As soon as the car was parked, the younger boys filed out of the backseat, barely nodding at Steve’s promise to meet back here after the game was over in case anyone got separated before hurrying off towards the gym.

“I’m gonna say it because nobody else will, but what is wrong with those kids?” You asked incredulously, wrinkling your nose at how weird they were acting.

Steve just chuckled nervously, falling into step with you as you made your way slowly to the gym as well. “I ask myself that everyday.”

You noticed how Steve didn’t answer your question, but decided not to push in fear of making things more awkward than they already were now. The two of you made your way into the school in silence, passing off your tickets and finding an empty space midway up the wooden bleachers, an aisle away from the band. You caught Robin’s eye and waved at her excitedly, nudging Steve with your elbow for him to say hi too. He waved, purposely ignoring her smug gaze by focusing out on the cheerleading squad.

“Has Robin made her move on Vickie yet?” Your voice was soft in Steve’s ear, but still made his breath catch in his chest at the fact that you were basically leaning against him to be heard in the loud gym.

“She, uh—no, she hasn’t. Not that I know of.” He stuttered, gulping nervously.

“I think they’d be good together.”

“I keep telling her that, but she keeps pushing back,” Steve shrugged. “You should talk some sense into her.”

You smiled at him, patting his shoulder. “I think I will. Maybe I’ll swing by Family Video tomorrow.”

Right as Steve was about to respond, a shrill whistle from the referee signaled the start of the game, not leaving much room to discuss Plan Robin-gets-the-girl.

You couldn’t help but touch Steve every time something big happened during the game, whether it was latching your arm around his during a particularly risky play, elbowing him playfully when he made a sarcastic remark about the players, or much to Steve’s dismay, smacking his shoulder roughly every time Lucas touched the ball, as if Steve wasn’t watching the exact same game you were.

The final play of the game was by far the best, when Lucas hit a buzzer beating three to bring it all home, and you nearly knocked Steve over hugging him in excitement. He wrapped his arms around your waist, reciprocating your hug and taking it one step further by lifting you up off your feet for a few seconds. Your nose nudged against his hammering pulse point at that, which you just chalked up to the adrenaline of the game and not what it actually was—you throwing yourself into Steve’s arms without a care in the world. It made Steve’s heart hammer in his chest, so much so that he was still thinking about it as the crowd was filing out of the gym, the cool air doing wonders to sooth his flushed cheeks.

You nudged his shoulder gently, shaking him out of his head. “So, what do you think? Think we got a shot at winning the championships this year?”

“I’d say yeah, so long as Coach takes Sinclair off the bench and puts him in action.”

“I bet you could put in a good word for him, King Steve,” You teased, letting out a shriek of laughter and dodging Steve’s hands when he lunged towards you in retaliation.

“Get the hell back here, you little—”

“Steve!”

Steve stopped in his tracks at the sickeningly familiar, once sweet, now turned very, very angry, voice that rang out from behind him, sending his heart that was just swelling with happiness plummeting into his stomach. Squeezing his eyes shut, he turned around slowly to see none other than Brenda standing behind him, arms crossed over her chest and eyes glaring right at him whilst she snapped the pink bubble gum forcefully between her teeth.

“Hey—hey, Brenda!” He cleared his throat awkwardly in a sad attempt to keep his voice steady.

Shit, she looked mad.

“That food poisoning really cleared up fast, didn’t it?” She deadpanned, and if her gaze were lasers, they’d be boring a hole right through his head right now.

“Yeah, uh—about that, I’m really sorry,” Steve mumbled, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. “It’s not you, it’s me.”

“Seriously? That’s the line you’re gonna use?” Brenda scoffed, rolling her eyes. “If you didn’t want to go out with me, you should’ve just said so instead of making up some bullshit excuse!”

“I didn’t mean to, I just—it came out! I’m sorry, okay?” He blurted, realizing a split second after that he’d definitely just made things a whole lot worse. She looked about ready to rip his face off as she stalked towards him angrily.

“It just came out???” She shrieked, eyes blazing with fury. “You’re an asshole and a coward, Steve, you know that?”

“A coward?” He arched an eyebrow. Asshole, yeah, he could admit that much. But coward? That one threw him for a loop.

“You heard me.”

“How am I—y’know what, I don’t even think I wanna know,” He shook his head, holding his hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry, Brenda. Truly, I really am. It was wrong of me to lie, and I apologize.”

“Fuck you, Steve.” She snarled. Steve saw her hand go up, but he didn’t even register that she’d slapped him until a burning pain took over the entire left side of his face. Even then, he could only stand there in stunned silence as he watched her storm away from him.

Meanwhile, you were watching the whole thing from a few feet away, going through a myriad of emotions at their interaction and ending wide eyed in shock at the sight of Brenda slapping Steve clean across the face.

“What the hell just happened?” You nearly collided with him as you rushed forward, your fingers instantly angling his chin towards you to assess the damage. An angry red hand imprint was already beginning to blossom across his cheek.

He squinted with a scrunched nose, feeling his face grow hot in embarrassment. “It’s nothing, I’m fine.”

“Steve, she just bitch slapped you across the face, that’s not nothing,” You pressed, dropping your hands to prop on your hips with a frown aimed up at him. “What was she talking about?”

Steve blew out a heaving breath, backing up a few paces. Everything was blowing up in his face right now. “I lied earlier. I did have plans tonight. I was, uh, I was supposed to be coming to the game with Brenda…on a date.”

“Steve, really?” You gasped, bringing your hands up to cover your mouth. “Oh, this is all my fault, I shouldn’t have—”

“No! No, Y/N, this isn’t your fault. It’s mine, I should’ve said something.” He sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. “This is on me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you had plans? I would’ve figured something else out.”

Steve had two options. He could either use the same line about wanting to be a good friend that he used to justify his choice to Robin earlier, or he could man up and come clean, actually tell you why he dropped plans for you. Finally confess that he was in love with you.

But the way you were looking at him, all confused and guilty and so beautifully conflicted at the same time, he couldn’t lie to you anymore.

“I need to tell you something,” He blurted, getting the ball rolling so he wouldn’t chicken out. You tilted your head at him curiously, your expression inviting him to get what he needed to off his chest. Steve inhaled a sharp breath first, steeling his nerves. “The reason why I lied about my date, it’s—it’s the same reason why I keep going on so many dates.”

“I’m not following…”

“I go out on all these dates with all these different girls to distract me from the fact that there’s one girl who owns my heart. One girl that has me so wrapped around her finger that I’d do anything for her, no matter how big or small.”

“Steve,” You said softly, your breath hitching in your chest at the way he was stepping closer to you with every word with the most serious and the most nervous look you’d ever seen grace his face. “What are you saying?”

“I’m in love with you, Y/N, so goddamn much that it hurts. I’ve been in love with you for…god, I don’t even know how long now,” Steve was nearly nose to nose with you now, taking your hand and placing it on his chest, right above his jackhammering heart. He didn’t care how many people were watching right now; he was on a roll and there was no way he was going to stop himself. Steve didn’t think he could even if he tried. “This heart is yours, Y/N L/N. It always has been, and it always will be.”

You didn’t even realize there were tears rolling down your cheeks until the rough pads of Steve’s thumbs swiped under your eyes gently. “You’re crying. You’re—shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

Then he was backing away quickly, hands trembling in uncertainty at your reaction to his confession, because shit, out of all the times he’d imagined this whole thing going down, not once did he expect you to start crying.

It was damn near impossible for you to find the words to convey the knot of feelings pooling in your gut, so you did the next best thing that you could think of to make Steve understand that you loved him too. You surged forward before he could back off completely, body crashing against his and arms winding around his neck, and you kissed him. Hard. Lovingly, but yeah, still hard.

Steve froze again for what seemed like the hundredth time today, his brain short-circuiting at what was happening at this very moment. You. Him. You were kissing him. In the middle of the parking lot. For pretty much all of Hawkins to see.

Holy shit.

You were kissing him.

Kissing you was better than Steve had ever imagined—and he’d imagined it a lot. You tasted heavenly sweet, like the strawberry chapstick you always wore and the chocolate from the cookies you’d eaten earlier, and it made him weak in the knees. His hands were traveling up and down your back, resting at your waist, pulling you closer, moving like he didn't know what to do with them but didn't want to let you get away. Yours, on the other hand, stayed firmly planted in his hair, which—despite all the products that you'd always seen strewn across his bathroom counter at home—was surprisingly soft to the touch.

It wasn’t until you heard a series of wolf whistles from passing students that you remembered you were in the middle of the parking lot, kissing Steve right out there in the open for everyone to see. And it was that thought that had you pulling away from his addicting lips, pressing your forehead against his as you tried to catch your breath after the kiss had pulled it out of both your chests.

The world felt like it was spinning when you pulled away from him, like you’d just gotten drunk off his kiss, and you missed it already.

“Whoa,” He panted, chest heaving. “What was—you…what was that?”

You gnawed on your lower lip in contemplation, pondering how to word this in the best way. “In the car earlier, you said you wanted to know what I was thinking about.”

“I remember.”

“I was thinking about you.”

“Me?” His voice was soft, honey brown eyes lighting up at your words.

“Yeah, you. And how I’m in love with you too.”

“You are?”

“I love you, Steve Harrington.”

Steve couldn’t help the dopey grin that stretched across his face at your words. “That—wow, that feels really good. Just hearing you say it.” He chuckled breathlessly, thumbing at your waist. “Can I kiss you again? Please?”

“You can kiss me whenever you want.”

“God, that’s even better.”

He leaned in to kiss you again and you gladly reciprocated, subconsciously bringing your hand up to cup his face as he dipped you down slowly. As soon as your palm came in soft contact with his cheek, however, Steve hissed. “Ow, shit—”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” You yelped, pulling away from him in a panic. “I forgot!”

“No, it was worth it,” He groaned, wincing slightly as your fingers ghosted across the handprint across his cheek once more. “So worth it.”

“We should probably get some ice on that.” You chuckled, lacing your fingers through his and tugging him towards the car, where Dustin and the rest of the boys were all waiting with crossed arms and smug ass smiles.

“About high time you guys figured it out!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air exasperatedly. “God, I thought I was gonna have to confess for you, Steve.”

“Shut it, Henderson,” Steve rolled his eyes, but was still smiling nonetheless whilst snaking his arm around your waist. “Get your asses in the car, I’m taking everyone home now.”

“Why, so you can spend more time sucking face with your girlfriend?” teased Lucas, mimicking kissing the air childishly.

“I’ll make you walk, Sinclair!” Lucas pushed past Will into the backseat without another word. “That’s what I thought.”

The rest of the boys were quick to follow, none of them wanting to make the trek all the way home in the dark. You just shook your head amusedly, climbing into the passenger seat. Steve immediately took your hand as soon as he slid into the driver’s seat, resting it on the gearshift with his on top, but not before pressing a kiss to your knuckles. And when you beamed at him lovingly, he couldn’t help it. He leaned over the center console, capturing your lips in a soft kiss without giving two shits about the noises of disgust and retching coming from the boys in the backseat at his lovesick actions.

Because, in a twist of fate that somehow worked in his favor, Steve got the girl. He finally got you, the girl he’d always wanted but never in a million years thought he’d ever be so lucky to call his. The girl that changed the game for him.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve x y/n #steve x you #steve harrington #stranger things

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Found Family (3/?)

Fandom: Now You See Me

Pairing: Daniel Atlas x Reader

Warnings: none really, just Lula’s fake severed hand.

Part 2 Part 4

Your alarm woke you up at seven o’clock on the morning of the big day.

Stretching out your stiff muscles, you threw on a wooly blue jumper and made your way down the hall to the main room. Danny was already moving about the kitchen, clad in tracksuit pants and a unzipped hoodie over a T-shirt, making you both coffee. It had become a routine for the two of you to drink coffee together in the mornings. Conversation occasionally accompanied the tradition, but usually you just sat in comfortable silence and you both slowly woke up.

Today was different though. It was clear as soon as he handed you your Yoda mug full of that life-saving substance that he had a few things to discuss.

“Morning,” you greeted softly, knowing if you didn’t he would probably just launch right in to whatever topic he had in mind.

“Morning,” he said, sitting down opposite you at the kitchen table.

Taking a sip, you quirked a brow at him, “Alright Danny, spit it out.”

He nodded, stalling for a brief moment by sipping from his own mug, “Are you feeling okay? About today, I mean.”

You gave him a teasing smile, “Why? You worried about me, Atlas?”

He didn’t answer, opting instead to take another sip of his coffee. He is worried about me, you realised with no small amount of warmth.

“I’m okay, Danny. Really,” you said gently, “It’s not my first rodeo.”

“This uh… this isn’t like any other show though,” he mused, fishing his deck of cards out of the pocket of his hoodie and mindlessly shuffling the cards. You watched, mesmerised by the fluidity of his movements and the ease at which the cards flipped between his fingers.

“I know. After all this Lula and I will officially be fugitives of the law, just like you, Jack and Merritt. But we knew what we were signing up to, Danny. I’ve made my choice and I’m sticking with it.”

Swallowing he nodded, placing the cards down on the table. With a grin you grabbed them, performing your own shuffling ritual and spreading them out on the table skilfully.

“Pick a card, and look at it.”

He chuckled, leaning forward to pluck one from the spread. After a single glance, he placed it back in a different spot.

“Now shuffle it yourself,” you instructed, nodding towards the cards.

“You know it’s not a mystery to me, right?” He reminded you as he shuffled.

You winked, “I know, but it’s still fun. Who else can say the J Daniel Atlas was the volunteer for one of their magic tricks?”

With a jerk of his eyebrows and that small knowing smile of his, he placed the deck down on the table again, “Fair enough.”

Grabbing the deck, you chucked it into the air behind you, eyes trained on Danny as the cards fluttered to the floor.

“And the point of that was…” he trailed off, leaning back in his chair, the epitome of carefree.

Flicking your wrist, a playing card appeared in your hand for him to see, “Was this your card?”

“That’s actually pretty good,” he admitted, “I didn’t even see your slight of hand.”

“But you know how I did it,” you stated, not meaning it as a question at all.

“Naturally.”

The two of you finished your coffee and got ready to meet the others at Dylan’s place. Knowing you wouldn’t have time to change properly before the show, you got into the outfit you were to perform in. It consisted of a black halter top tucked into a slater skirt with opaque tights and your leather jacket.

Applying a bit of mascara and eyeliner to finish it off, you walked out of your room to wait for Danny to finish up putting on his numerous disguises.

“Woah,” he muttered as he stepped into the main room and caught sight of you leaning against the kitchen table, “you clean up nice.”

Your eyes widened and a blush made its way onto your face. Through your spiralling thoughts and nerves about what you were going to take on today, you hadn’t thought about what Danny’s reaction would be to your being dressed up.

“Uh, thanks,” you mumbled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “We should probably go.”

“Yeah, let me just grab my keys.”

———

Two hours later you, Merritt and Lula waited in the van parked strategically for a getaway.

“I have to go in 5 minutes, so any last advice,” you asked, trying to keep your breathing even.

“Have confidence in your own abilities,” Danny said, meeting your gaze from where he sat opposite you, “These past few weeks have proven that you’re skilled at magic and good at adapting to your situation.”

Your breathing relaxed as you gazed at him, a grateful smile blooming across your face, “Thanks, Danny. That means a lot.”

He shrugged, the corner of his mouth quirking up, “It’s the truth.”

“Oh my god, my sister’s gonna get with Atlas before I get with Jack,” Lula huffed, throwing her head against the headrest of the passenger seat.

“I’m sorry, but was that not obvious from the first time they interacted?” Merritt drawled.

Your face was red. You were sure you looked like a tomato.

“Can we all just focus, please?” Danny snapped, then with a quick glance at you, “You should probably get going.”

You nodded, “Yeah, okay. I’ll see you guys in there.”

“Break a leg,” Merritt called, not bothering to turn around.

“Yeah, good luck Y/nn!” Lula said, using the nickname that up until this moment you had hoped the other Horsemen would never hear.

Sighing, you climbed out the back of the van and gave Danny one last smile, “So long, Atlas.”

He just winked, “I’ll see you on stage.”

Then you were off, walking at a natural pace to the front of the building. Grabbing a colourful silk scarf and a large pair of sunglasses, you donned them, hoping they took enough attention away from your features so no one recognised you later on. The front doors were automatic and slid open as you neared them. Once inside you were instantly surrounded by the hum of chatter and the beep of metal detectors.

There was a line to check in with the security guards, and you joined the one to the far left.

“Keys, cell phones, iPads in the bin,” a familiar voice was saying as you neared the front of the queue, “Thank you sir.”

The line moved on and the woman in front of you placed her bag on the conveyor belt, “Can’t have you texting, tweeting, recording, or… eating.”

Jack held up a banana he’d grabbed from the woman’s bag with an apologetic smile, “Sorry, we will take very good care of it for you.”

She walked off and you stepped forward.

“Morning miss, can I see your employee badge?” Jack asked, the corner of his mouth tilting up in a knowing smirk. You tried not to smile back at him.

“I um… I was actually sent an email by Octa. I’m a vlogger…?” you said, holding up your phone with the forged email displayed on the screen.

“Oh, great, let me just see…” Jack said, making a show of inspecting the email, “Everything seems about right, just place your bag down and come right through.”

Then you were off again, palming the earpiece Jack hand slipped you once you were through the metal detector and placing it in your ear.

“Dylan, I’m in,” you whispered into your arm as you tugged off the scarf and sunglasses, depositing them in the nearest bin.

“Great, so is Jack. Atlas, you’re up.”

“No, Dylan I can’t,” Danny said, distress evident in his tone.

“Why, what’s the problem?”

“No no no, there’s too many people, I can’t-“

“Atlas, they got Owen landing now!” Dylan ordered.

“Okay.”

You took a deep breath, heading through a door into a big room with loads of tables and chairs. There was what seemed like a buffet along one end manned by immaculate-looking people in chef uniforms. You caught sight of a flash of dark hair and your sister winked at you.

Moving to a corner, you made a show of walking along the side, admiring the displays of technology while keeping an eye on Lula.

“Atlas, the stooge has left the building,” Jack’s voice came over the coms.

“The circuit board is ours, I am moving backstage,” Danny informed.

Taking a deep breath, you made eye contact with Lula who was adjusting her chefs hat.

“Alright, Lula,” Dylan said, “Show these guys what you’re made of.”

You watched as your sister took a deep breath and hurried over to the meat counter, interrupting the man with the saw.

“I can take over from here,” she said, smiling at him, “Clark says your on a break.”

He frowned, “What break? Who’s Clark?”

Lula laughed, “Who’s Clark! That’s funny… you imagine if I told Roger that? He’d freak out!”

She punctuated her sentence by spraying something on the meat that created a sudden puff of flame.

“Don’t do that!” The man exclaimed, reaching out his hand as if to physically restrain her.

“What?!”

You took this as your cue to begin drifting towards the counter, still gazing speculatively at the displays.

“Who the hell is Roger?” The man continued.

“Does Lisa know that you don’t know Roger?” your sister continued, her strategically baffled expression flustering the poor man.

“I don’t know who Lisa is.”

“Are you kidding me man, you don’t know who Lisa is now?”

“No I don’t.”

“Oh my god.”

“Just get away!”

“No give me that! Don’t make me have to go to Brian!”

“I don’t know who that is! This is a dangerous tool, maybe you should-“

“Why are you acting like thi- aaahhh!” Lula screamed.

“That’s my cue,” you whispered, head shooting up just in time to see the saw dig into your sister’s arm.

Grabbing your first aid kit from your bag, you hurried over to the panicking chefs with your sister screaming in agony in the middle.

“Move please! Move! Paramedic coming through!” You commanded, pushing through the crowd of white uniforms.

“Someone hand me a towel!” You instructed, holding out your hand as you gripped Lula’s arm.

Somehow a black napkin made its way into your hand and you began tying it around the wound.

“Alright, try to stay calm, Miss. I’m going to take you to the bathrooms to get this cleaned up and looked after,” you said loudly, trying to draw as much attention to the commotion as possible. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Merritt lead Owens away. Good, the distraction was working.

“What is this? A miracle towel?” Lula was muttering, “You know what? This has shown me that I’m not cut out for this kind of work!”

With that, she slapped the man she’d been arguing with across the chest and allowed you to lead her away.

“Thank you, and goodbye!” She exclaimed, swinging her ‘injured’ arm and causing the fake severed hand to fling across the space and land in the meat spread. People gasped in disgust as the two of you quickly hurried out of sight.

“Nice job,” you whispered to her as you entered the bathrooms, checking to make sure it was empty before helping Lula out of her chef uniform and taking off your own floor length coat to reveal your leather jacket.

“You too. Now let’s go do what we’re actually good at,” she said with a grin before rushing out and down the corridor to the backstage area. With an amused shake of your head, you followed her, combat boots beating against the tiled floor.

Once backstage, you stopped next to Jack who was saying to your sister, “I’m actually nervous, and I’m not even going on stage.”

“You know, some say it helps — when your nervous — to picture each other naked,” she said, making you sigh.

“It’s uh, actually picture the audience naked,” Danny said, sliding up next to you.

You grinned at him, winking. His serious expression thawed and he smiled.

“No, no this is new. This is a new science. So we should…” Lula trailed off.

“Not in the right mood,” Jack said with a nervous laugh. You gave her a reassuring pat on the back.

“That just leaves you and me, old buddy,” Merritt said to Danny.

“What do you- oh. Picture each other- no. No thank you,” the illusionist said, shaking his head adamantly. You giggled lightly.

“Fine then. Y/n? How about it? I know from the neck up there are some issues, but from the neck down… the David.”

“Okay, that’s… nice,” Danny said, sarcasm dripping from his tone.

“Aw, don’t be jealous Atlas. I’m just having fun,” Merritt teased. You slapped his arm gently, rolling your eyes.

“…Owen Case!” The announcer said, indicating it was almost time for the four of you to make it onto stage.

“Good morning, Octa-lites,” Merritt murmured beside you, repeated by Owen on the big screen. Your mouth quirked into a knowing smirk.

“Now I’ve made the claim that Octa 8 is pure magic. But the truth is, that’s just one of those things I say… when in fact, I mean something else.”

The audience was beginning to get suspicious, catching on that something strange was happening here. You grinned at Danny as the two of you along with Merritt and Lula made your way to the space behind the big screens.

“What else do I mean?” Merritt and Owen continued, “Well, here to fill you in on all of my fabulous lies and hypocrisy, and to perform some of the most dazzling feats of magic you have ever seen…”

You could hear the audience’s excitement bow as they began to clock on to where this was going. The reality of the situation made you take in a shaky breath. In response, Danny’s hand found yours, squeezing it gently. You turned to look at him, breath caught in your throat.

“You’re gonna be great,” he whispered, “They’ll love you. It’s impossible not to.”

You gave him a grateful smile as you all braced yourselves.

“They are the world’s greatest magicians, here to expose me for the fraud I truly am. Ladies and gentlemen, here are the Horsemen!”

The four of you ran at the board, aiming for the trap doors you knew were hidden in them. With a jump, you broke through, landing on stage in front of blinding lights.

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The 2nd time Steve surprised you.

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Warnings: talk of family issues on Steve’s part.

“What do you think they’re talking about in there?” You asked Robin as you kept her company while she scooped ice cream.

After the chaos six months ago through which Dustin’s friend Eleven closed the gaping hole in the material of the universe, you and Steve Harrington actually managed to become friends. Through babysitting Dustin and his gang of troublemakers, you began to see a lot more of the guy. At school, it seemed he had lost his ‘King Steve’ title, as well as most of his friends after his break-up with Nancy. While you had a few friends at school due to band, you mostly kept to yourself during the day, but this changed as Steve (not wanting to remain seated next to Nancy in certain classes) moved next to you. According to the boy in question, he had just asked those teachers to move him and they had coincidentally placed him next to you in every. Single. Class.

Not that you were complaining. When he was away from his asshole friends, Steve Harrington was a decent guy and actually pretty funny. It came as a surprise to the both of you, but conversation became really easy, and time flew by when you were together. Eventually you developed a routine where the two of you would go get Benny’s Burgers whenever you’d had to drop the kiddies off somewhere. The tradition started during the Winter Ball when Dustin had insisted Steve tag along to drop him off for emotional support. The older boy had actually come early to help your brother with his hair and show him how to style it. The image of the two of them fussing over Dustin’s untameable curls definitely shouldn’t have made your heart melt the way it did.

After Dustin had clambered out Steve’s BMW, you and him had decided to stop by Benny’s to get dinner while you waited for the agreed-upon time at which you needed to pick Dustin up. It was the first time you were actually spending time alone with Steve since the demodogs, and it was… nice.

Then, summer had arrived. You and Steve were officially graduated. While you planned to use the summer holidays as a time to rest before you moved up to Indianapolis to work in a theatre orchestra for a year, Steve’s dad made him get a job. The boy had spent a good hour sitting in the car outside Benny’s, ranting to you about how much the man infuriated him. You sympathised, expressing your own disapproval of his father’s actions and attitude towards Steve. As far as you were concerned, the man clearly didn’t know his son very well, because if he could just see the wonderful man he was growing up to be, maybe he wouldn’t be so harsh on him.

One of the biggest shocks that came over the summer, was Steve working alongside Robin at Scoops Ahoy. When the boy had called you halfway through his first week on the job and begged you to come save him from his mean coworker, you had been delightfully surprised to find out that his ‘mean coworker’ was in fact your friend Robin Buckley from high school band.

To Steve’s dismay, he ended up having to share you with Robin, who he was liking less and less now that she had you on her side.

That’s why, when Dustin came home from camp, he jumped at the opportunity to help the kid translate a Russian code in the back room.

“From what I can hear,” said Robin, replying to your question, “they are trying to decipher a secret Russian communication your strange brother intercepted on his mega-radio.”

You had literally left the store for twenty minutes to drive Max and Eleven to Starcourt mall after the two girls had called begging you to take them. Twenty minutes, and the two boys were already looking for trouble.

“Russian communication?!”

Your friend shrugged, holding up her hand and placing her forefinger and thumb half an inch apart, “Honestly, I’m this close to marching in there and insisting I help them just so Steve will come out and switch with me.”

Your huffed a laugh, “If you do, I’ll come with you. I don’t need to witness another one of Steve’s failed attempts at flirting with the customers.”

Robin groaned suddenly as Lucas’s sister and her group of My Little Pony fanatics entered the store.

“Not again,” she muttered.

You winced and gave her a pat on the shoulder, “Want me to hurl Steve up here so he can deal with it?”

She shook her head, “Nah, I’ll push through. This is my last customer for the morning though. After, you and I are gonna go help your strange brother translate his Russian code and dumbass can sling ice cream.”

With a grin, you hopped up onto the small surface behind the counter and leant back on your hands as Robin dealt with Erica’s relentless ‘tasting’.

After fifteen, excruciating minutes, the gaggle of girls finally left and you and Robin were free to go into the break room.

“Alright, babysitting time is over, you need to get in there,” Robin stated, pushing through the door, you trailing behind her with a smirk aimed at Steve that said ‘you’re in for it now, sucker’.

“Hey, my board! That was important data shitbirds!” the blonde yelled, whirling on the two boys.

You eyes snapped to the whiteboard hanging on the wall, and sure enough, instead of the usual shipment dates and stock numbers, the Russian alphabet was written out in bright red marker with its English counterparts labelled in black. Your smirk widened and you raised your brows at Steve who was halfway through popping a piece of banana in his mouth. His eyes widened innocently and you rolled yours.

“I can guarantee you, what we’re doing is way more important than your data,” Dustin replied. Honestly, you weren’t sure if you should be impressed or afraid for your little brother at his adamant cheek towards your significantly scary friend.

“Oh yeah?” Robin challenged, walking to stand opposite the table to Dustin and Steve. Ever the loyal friend, you moved to stand beside her, crossing your arms.

“Yeah,” Dustin said, keeping his ground.

You sighed, “And how do you know these Russians are up to no good anyway?”

The boys froze — Steve still had a mouth full of banana when Dustin demanded in a lowered tone, “How do they know about the Russians?”

“I don’ know!” the older boy protested around the banana.

“Did you tell them about the Russians?”

“It wasn’t me!”

“Hello, we can hear you!” Robin exclaimed, clearly becoming pissed off. In all honesty, you were too. Sure, you’re brother was a little science genius, but you had taught him almost everything he knew — except for all of the stuff Mr Clark had taught him. He got his passion for science from the same gene pool you did. It was about time Dustin started acknowledging your superior level of intellect as the older sibling.

“Actually, we can hear everything you’re saying,” you added in, “You’re both extremely loud.”

“You think you have evil Russians plotting against our country on tape and you’re trying to translate but you haven’t figured out a single word because you didn’t realise the Russians use an entirely different alphabet than we do,” Robin continued.

You both watched as they looked at each other in defeat, clearly beat. Steve was refusing to meet your eyes.

“Sound about right?” she finished.

Thinking on your feet, you lurched forward, making a grab for the tape lying on the table. Steve — realising your aim — was too fast for you and grabbed the tape out from under your fingertips.

“Woah, woah! What are you doing?” he yelled, hugging the tape to his chest. You glared at him, blowing a flyaway strand of hair from your eyes.

“We want to hear it.”

“Why?” The boys asked in unison.

“Because maybe we can help,” Robin said, shrugging.

“She’s fluent in four languages,” you pointed out, pinning your brother and your best friend with a stare.

Dustin perked up, “Russian?” he asked.

“Ouyay aryay umbraday,” Robin recited. You stifled a laugh, knowing she just called Dustin dumb in pig latin.

“Oh ho ho ho!” Steve exclaimed.

“Holy shit!” said Dustin.

“That was pig latin, dingus,” Robin told them.

Steve smacked Dustin’s arm, “Idiot.”

You rolled you eyes again.

“But,” Robin continued, sliding into a seat, “I can speak Spanish, and French and Italian.”

“And we’ve both been in band for twelve years,” you added.

“Yeah, our ears are little geniuses, trust me,” Robin finished, “What do you say?”

She directed the last question at Steve. He laughed dryly, beginning to shake his head.

“Come on! It’s your turn to sling ice cream, my turn to translate! I don’t even want credit I’m just bored!” she complained, torso resting on the table too dramatically.

You looked at Steve and found him watching you, an expression of defeat on his face. You grinned, knowing he was about to give in.

“Fine,” he said, “But only if Y/n comes with to keep me company.”

“What? No! I want to help too!” you exclaimed.

“Deal,” Robin said, and Steve handed her the tape.

You whirled a betrayed expression on Robin, “Traitor!”

She smiled apologetically, “Sorry, kid. It’s like I told them. I’m bored.”

You sighed, and accepted Steve’s hand to drag you back out into the store.

“I don’t know why you’re complaining,” he whined, “You’re my best friend.”

Deciding to just grin and bare it, you bumped your hip against his as he grabbed a scooper, “You’re right, I’m sorry.”

He pouted, “I’ve barely seen you this summer even though you’ve been right in the store with me.”

Your heart warmed at his words as you jumped back onto the counter again, “You been missing me, Harrington?”

His cheeks flushed as he leant against the counter next to you, “I…” he sighed, taking off his sailor hat and running a hand through his hair, “Every night I go home to my jackass father telling me how disappointed he is in me and explaining why I’m a terrible son. It’s been like that for as long as I can remember, and until a few months ago I had nothing to help me cope. Then I met you, and we became friends, and suddenly I could look forward to seeing you everyday.”

You weren’t sure you were breathing.

“I know I don’t say it enough, but I need you. And I miss you even if you’ve only been gone five minutes.”

“Steve,” you breathed, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise.”

He shrugged, finally meeting your gaze with a shaky smile, “It’s not your fault.”

“You have to know I need you too, right?” You said, leaning against him and resting your head on his shoulder, “I’m generally someone who likes her own company, but with you I never feel like I have to back away for a moment and take a breather. Back in high school I was always a little tense in the mornings because I knew I would have to interact with people I’m not comfortable around, but then I’d get to my locker and see you standing there and suddenly I could relax.”

Something in your chest was aching as you spoke, and the truth behind your words brought a surge of affection for the boy next to you that definitely exceeded the boundaries of friendship.

The two of you sat like that in comfortable silence for a moment. At some point during your confession, Steve had tilted his own head to rest on yours as his hands fiddled mindlessly with his scooper.

Then two familiar girls walked into the store, giggling like the children they were and you frowned.

“Is El even allowed here? I didn’t check before I drove the two of them…” you mused.

“Either way,” Steve said, pushing off the counter, “That’s my cue to do my job.”

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Found Family (2/?)

Hey, so I genuinely expected zero reaction to the first part (because the nysm fandom has cooled down a lot since the second movie came out) but it was great to see people reacting to it! (Even if it was just 2 likes 😅)

Anyway, here’s the next part! To those few of you reading, enjoy 😉.

Fandom: Now You See Me

Pairing: Daniel Atlas x Reader

Warnings: nothing, just you sharing a pizza with Danny.

Part 1 Part 3

The six of you spent the next hour going over the plans and working out the minor details. You and Lula were to make your debut with the Horsemen on the stage at the launch in three weeks’ time. With less than a month to prepare, you were to work with the other three Horsemen on a set for the performance.

Having been a duo for your whole magic career, Dylan suggested you and Lula split up for this first performance and do your acts with Atlas and Merritt respectively. It made sense, considering you were an escape artist, just like Atlas’s last partner had been. Henley.

When he heard what your specialised area of magic was, Atlas looked at you with an unreadable expression. It was a little unsettling and you got the impression you had let him down in some way.

“Okay, let’s wrap it up for today,” Dylan said, rolling up the blueprints.

With a sigh you realised you and Lula still had to catch the subway home.

“Yeah, we have to go now, Lula, if we’re going to get home before midnight,” you said, pulling your leather jacket on.

“Actually, ladies,” Dylan added, making you pause your search for your keys, “It might be easier if you both lived a little closer so we can all stick together. I have an extra room in this apartment for one of you and Danny has another in his.”

“Oh, I call crashing here!” Lula said, flopping onto the couch and giving you what she probably thought was an inconspicuous wink, “I looked around earlier, this place is nuts.”

“I guess that leaves Y/n with me,” Atlas said, catching your eye.

You gave him a small smile, “Thanks.”

“Jack, you don’t live too far from here, do you?” Lula was asking.

“And that is my cue to leave,” you said quickly, grabbing your phone and making your way to the stairs.

“Yeah, me too,” Atlas said, following after you.

Once outside, you suddenly realised you were going to be spending a lot of time alone with Atlas if you were living with him. It was a jarring thought. You also realised — as he climbed onto his motorbike — that you had taken the subway here.

“Um, any chance Dylan has another one of those lying around here somewhere?” you asked, stuffing your hands in your jacket pockets.

His quirked his brows, an amused smile playing around his mouth, “Nope. You’re riding with me. Here.”

He extended an extra helmet to you and you took it, quickly placing it on your head and hopping on behind Atlas.

“Hold on,” he said.

Settling your resolve, you held onto his waist.

Unfortunately, you had never ridden as a passenger before, so the minute he pulled away, you panicked and wrapped your arms around him for dear life.

“Jesus, I wish I was driving,” you muttered, making him chuckle.

Luckily the drive took only ten minutes, and before you knew it you were stopping in a garage underneath an apartment building.

“I’ll ask Dylan to uh… acquire another bike for you,” Atlas said as you climbed off and began unbuckling the helmet.

“Acquire…?” You asked, frowning slightly at his strange word choice.

“Uh, yeah, because he doesn’t buy them.”

Your eyes widened, staring down at the bike you were just on.

“Don’t worry,” he added, “Only from big multinational companies who’s profits are barely affected.”

“Well, okay then,” you said, feeling a little surreal.

You followed Atlas to the stairs and the two of you climbed them to the third floor.

The apartment was actually quite nice. There was a couch and a television on one side and a good sized kitchen on the other with a corridor branching off in the middle. You guessed that that was where the bathroom and bedrooms were. You suddenly realised you didn’t have your night clothes with you. Or any of your stuff for that matter.

“Um, I don’t have any clothes or toiletries,” you said softly, feeling a little awkward standing there as Atlas moved about the apartment.

“Actually, you do,” he said, opening the fridge, “Dylan moved all your stuff here. It’s in your room. First door on the right, by the way.”

You were shocked. Not because Dylan had somehow managed to move all your stuff here, but because of your lack of shock that he had. Barely twenty-four hours into being a Horseman and you were already getting accustomed to the abnormality.

“Oh, okay. Thanks,” you said, walking down the hall and opening the door he’d instructed.

Sure enough, a suitcase full of clothes sat on the bed, and two boxes full of books lay on the floor. There was a large window with the curtains drawn and an empty bookshelf against the wall.

All in all, it was probably the best room you’d ever had.

Changing into your tracksuit pants and a spaghetti strap top, you walked back into the main space.

“Did I hear the doorbell?” You asked, padding into the kitchen where Atlas was typing away on his laptop, his eyes focused intently on the screen.

“Uh, yes. I ordered pizza. Got a Hawaiian and a ham and mushroom. I’ll eat either, so take your pick,” he replied, jerking his head at the coffee table where there were indeed two pizza boxes. Your stomach growled in response to the idea of food.

With a grateful smile, you gathered your confidence and said, “You know, since we’re gonna be living together, we should take this brief period of respite to get to know each other.”

His hands froze on the keyboard and he slowly retracted them from the laptop, turning in his chair to face you, “Alright, what do you want to know?”

You shook your head and leaned against the armrest furthest from him, gesturing for him to sit down opposite you, “Come on, Atlas. Don’t leave me hanging.”

He sighed, but it seemed less frustrated and more playful. You grinned as he got up only to plop down next to you. Leaning forward, you grabbed a pizza.

“I’ll eat half of this one, and you eat half of the other, then we’ll swap? Deal?”

He nodded, grabbing the other box.

You grabbed a slice of ham and mushroom and hummed happily at the familiar flavour.

“Okay, I’m just going to get this out of the way quickly so we can clear the air,” you said eventually, tucking your legs underneath your body and avoiding his gaze, “I’m sorry my sister broke into your apartment. I know you and the others aren’t exactly overjoyed to have new teammates, but I promise we’re not just run-of-the-mill, amateur-“

“Oh no,” Atlas interjected, a slice of Hawaiian balanced precariously in one hand, “believe me, you I don’t have a problem with. You seem sensible and probably a necessary addition to the group considering the maturity level you already witnessed today. Plus, you’re an escape artist and our old one left a while back.”

Your expression softened, “Yeah, Henley, right? You guys were together?”

He nodded, “Uh, yeah, but that’s irrelevant. My point is, you I don’t mind. Your sister on the other hand…”

You laughed softly, glad to see the tension seep from the room, “Lula… she’s my older sister, but I’m the one who looks after her. She’s always been unpredictable and a little erratic, but once you get to know her you’ll see there isn’t a more loyal friend you could have. She’s the reason I got into magic, actually.”

Atlas quirked his brow, tilting his head in silent query.

“When we were kids, Lula was obsessed with Lionel Shrike,” you began, aware of his eyes fixated on your face, “She would read every book on magic she could find just to see if there was any information about his tricks in there. She idolised him. I was 7 and she was 9, and while she was gushing over his card in the tree trick, I was frightened by his failed safe. I knew one day Lula was likely to out herself in a similar situation, and unless I learnt how to break her out of anything, I would lose her.”

“That’s a lot of responsibility for a seven-year-old to take on,” Atlas murmured.

You shrugged, fiddling with your charm bracelet, “As I said, she’s the oldest, but I protect her. I always have. Anyway, from then on I began teaching myself magic tricks. While Lula taught me card work and illusions, I took it upon myself to learn the art of escaping. Trucker’s hitch, Bowline, Clove Hitch, you name it, I learnt how to escape from it.”

“So you became an escape artist to save your sister if she ever tried something stupid,” Atlas summed up and you nodded, “But you do like magic right?”

“Oh of course! Somewhere down the line I obviously realised I had found a passion in magic, but that didn’t divert my attention from my main goal,” you said.

“Is that why you decided to join the Horsemen?”

You gave him a bemused smile, “This is a lot of questions from someone who seemed content to sit in awkward silence ten minutes ago.”

He huffed a laugh, “Yeah, well I’ve been known to be uh, standoffish. At least, that’s what others tell me.”

“I get it,” you mused, “I’m the kind of person who enjoys her own company more than other people’s.”

“It’s just easier, right?” He agreed, “You can’t control social situations. It’s like jumping straight in the deep end every time you enter a conversation.”

“Merritt was wrong, you definitely don’t have control issues,” you stated, sarcasm dripping off your tone.

He nodded, “Yep, I stepped right into that one.”

You laughed softly, chewing and swallowing another bite of pizza, “Jokes aside though, I do get it. We might have more in common than we thought, Atlas.”

“You can call me Danny,” he said, “Atlas sounds far too much like Dylan or Merritt. If we’re going to he living together we might as well be on a first name basis.”

“Good point… Danny. In that case just call me Y/n.”

“It’s nice to officially meet you, Y/n,” he said, a small, genuine smile spreading across his face.

“Likewise, Danny,” you replied, grinning. Then, reaching for the deck of playing cards lying on the far side of the coffee table, you shuffled around with them before spreading them out upside down and instructing, “Alright, pick a card, any card.”

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Sweet Sixteen (5/11)

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of bad family relationships.

Despite the run-in with Abigail, Y/n had a relatively drama-free first term at Hogwarts that year. The sessions with Sirius were starting to pay off. His end-of-term project on Muggle Sports got a grading of sixty-five percent, ten percent more than his average last year. Y/n even started having fun teaching him. He was a good student; always listened well and finished his homework with few mistakes. Y/n found her self feeling proud when he came to their third-last session of the term with the news of his mark. He had improved so much in a few weeks.

Not only was that going well, but as usual, Y/n aced all of her end-of-term projects. It had gotten a bit stressful towards the end when the deadlines started looming their ugly heads, but now that they were done she could start relaxing and looking forward to the Christmas Holidays.

That was, until her parents sent her a letter.

Friends of ours from university invited us to their beach house for Christmas. They don't know about your kind so we thought it'd be best if you stayed at your school these coming holidays.

It really shouldn't have hit her so hard to read those words. She'd known something like this might start to happen along the line. Especially after...

There's no use crying about it, she told herself after she'd thrown the letter away, Christmas will be a lot nicer without them dodging around the truth of what I am all the time.

———

"Last lesson of the term, Pads. How are you going to survive without seeing your girl for three weeks?" James teased as Sirius was getting ready to go to his last tutoring session for the term.

He rolled his eyes, "She's not my girl, Prongs. Not yet, at least. And I can function perfectly well without her, thank you."

"I beg to differ," Remus retorted, smirking gleefully, "Last week you were so distracted because you were thinking about her that you walked straight through Nearly Headless Nick and smack bang into a wall. That was after two days of not seeing her. I bet you'll be wishing she was staying here at Hogwarts with you and James after twenty-four hours."

Sirius glared at the two of them. Some friends they were.

The library was emptier than usual, most other students in their dorms packing for the train tomorrow. Sirius couldn't help but grin at the familiar sight of her sitting at their usual desk, her hair down like always and her nose stuck in a book. She was wearing a red jumper today and Sirius allowed himself to feel a spark of warmth at seeing her in his house colour.

"I see you've come in Gryffindor attire today, L/n," he teased fondly as he sat down in front of her.

Y/n looked up at him slowly and his good moody quickly sharpened at the redness of her eyes.

"Hello Black," she greeted weakly and began putting away her book, the usually fluid movement mechanical and without energy.

Sirius's heart ached at the sadness in her tone so as she reached for her bag to pull out her textbook he quickly put his own over it to stop her.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" He murmured, using her first name to address her for the first time.

She shook her head and blinked furiously at the wetness starting to gleam in her eyes, "Nothing, Black. I'm fine."

Her eyes met his for a split second before she averted them to her hands, but in that moment Sirius saw enough in them to recognise her pain. He'd seen that exact look in the mirror far too many times to count, after all. Someone she cared about had hurt her and she was wondering what she could have done differently to prevent it. What ever had happened, she thought it was her fault even though it was most definitely not.

Y/n tried to reach for her bag again, but this time Sirius picked it up for her and stood from his seat.

"Come on," he said, jerking his head toward the door, "We're going to do something different today."

He started walking away, hoping she would follow. Maybe even show some sign of annoyance with him for taking over the lesson. Any emotion other than heartache and self-hatred was really what he was hoping for.

"Where are we going?" She called after him and a few moments later she was walking beside him, her book in her hand. She had painted her nails a deep e/c, he realised. The colour matched her eyes, even with the red rimming them. How could anyone still be this beautiful even after crying their eyes out as she so clearly had?

"You tell me," Sirius said and gave her a small, genuine smile, "I thought we could go for a walk outside. But this is for your benefit, so if you would rather go somewhere else I don't mind."

She was silent for a few moments then nodded, "Outside sounds nice. I could use some fresh air."

And that was that.

They exited the castle through the courtyard and walked all the way to the edge of the Forbidden Forest before either of them spoke.

"So do you want to talk about it?" Sirius asked, breaking the silence.

"About what?" She replied, her tone forcefully light.

Sirius stopped her with his hand on her arm and made her look him in the eye, "About what made you cry your eyes raw. And don't tell me it's nothing because I've been where you are so I know it's not."

She swallowed and looked down at her feet. Sirius tried to ignore how his chest deflated with disappointment when she didn't say anything. They continued walking for a bit and the entire time Sirius scolded himself for being too forward. He should have just let her tell him when she was ready but he had let his impatience get the best of him.

Eventually they arrived back at the castle. Just as he was about to take a turn and part ways with Y/n, she stopped him by saying, "Thank you, Sirius. I don't know how you knew what I needed, but thank you."

He turned his head too look at her. The lack of light in her e/c eyes made his stomach twist.

"And I'm sorry I couldn't tell you what want me to tell you," she continued before he could say anything, "The truth is I don't really think I know you well enough to be sure you won't go telling your friends. If I'm being honest, after these past few weeks I find it hard to believe you would do something like that, but I just couldn't risk it. I think I might want to tell you eventually though. Some time in the future when I know you better, but I guess that depends on if we ever become more than just acquaintances." She finished speaking as if she had just poured her heart out. As if everything she had said had been something she had been thinking about for a while and it had all just come out against her will.

Sirius's breath caught in his throat as he processed what she meant. She wanted to be his friend. Not just tutor. Not just someone forced to spend time with him. His friend.

He swallowed and gave her a small smile, "I'll always be here if you want to talk."

She smiled back at him then. For the first time since he'd known her, she actually smiled at him as if he was worth something. As if she didn't care about his reputation or his bad history with his family. As if she cared about him. Something warm filled his chest at that smile and his own widened a little.

"You're definitely not who I thought you were, Sirius Black," she mused before turning around and walking back to Ravenclaw Tower.

@obscurilicious

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Steve Harrington Masterlist

One shots

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Series

The 3 times Steve surprised you and the 1 time you surprised him: 1/4 2/4

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The 1st Time Steve Surprised You:

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: guns, general fear of death.

“Dustin, you knucklehead! Where the hell are you?” you shouted into the walkie-talkie.

You had just arrived at your friend’s house in Indianapolis where you were due to stay over for the weekend when your brother had called you to tell you that Dart — the funny reptilian he had found in the trash two nights previously — had grown huge and eaten the cat. A sigh had escaped your mouth when you’d put the phone down, knowing you would have to cut your trip short in order to help out your helpless brother.

So you had driven the hour back. Fuming. Dustin had promised—promised—that this Dart thing would not become a problem. That he would be able to look after mom and himself for 48 hours while you took some time to visit an old friend. But no.

To top it off, he and the cat-eating creature were no where to be found when you got home.

“Oh thank god! Y/n! You’re okay!” Dustin exclaimed.

“What’s going on, Dustin?” you asked, voice dangerously clipped, “You’re not out hunting that creature by yourself, are you?”

“No, Steve’s with me,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Shock barrelled through you and you sat down on your bed, “Steve Harrington?”

“Yeah! We’re on our way to the old junkyard. Meet us there in half an hour,” he said.

Then the line clicked off. You held the walkie-talkie in front of you, frowning at it as if you couldn’t comprehend its existence.

Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington was helping your geeky brother catch a monster? Since when did that jock associate himself with the DnD crowd? You had heard through the grapevine that he and Nancy Wheeler had broken up — maybe this was his way of taking his mind off it? Either way, it was weird, and you weren’t about the entrust your baby brother’s safety to that idiot. Even if he had helped the gang get rid of the demogorgon last year.

Huffing in slight annoyance, you grabbed your keys and you father’s old gun and jumped in the car to drive to the junkyard. After the chaos of last year with the demogorgon, you had decided it was time to reload the old thing just in case.

When you got there, you could already see Dustin and Steve as well as Lucas and Dustin’s newest friend Max. You were pretty sure Dustin had a crush on the red-haired girl, and the thought made you smile as you stopped the car and got out.

“Y/n!” Dustin exclaimed running up to you, “We’re reinforcing that bus to wait for Dart.”

You looked towards were he was pointing and saw Lucas and Max helping Steve apply metal sheets to the open windows. As if he could feel your gaze, Harrington turned his head and his gaze met yours. You didn’t know him well enough to be able to read the emotion in his eyes as he nodded his head in greeting. You returned the gesture a little awkwardly, trying not to blush.

In your defence, you were a huge nerd and not one for popularity or social interaction. It was no secret that Steve was attractive, and your limited experience with talking to attractive guys your age meant you found yourself severely self-conscious of how you were placing your arms at your sides.

Dustin, barely noticing the tiny interaction, grabbed your arm and pulled you to the bus. Reluctantly, you began helping them reinforce the structure, knowing that if you didn’t, they would go on with their plan anyway, and you might as well ensure they had one sensible person looking out for them.

“I didn’t know Dustin had told you about…” Steve trailed off nonchalantly as you were helping him place a sheet on the roof of the bus.

“Everything?” you finished for him, a small chuckle leaving your lips as you wiped the sweat from your palms on your marker-riddled jeans, “Yeah, I kind of forced it out of him after he rejected my offer to DM their next DnD game for them last year. I got suspicious because he and the boys are usually ecstatic when I DM for them.”

“And DM means…” Steve asked, amusement and confusion written plainly on his features.

You smiled apologetically, “Oh yeah sorry. DM means ‘Dungeon Master’. I basically come up with the story they follow in the game.”

He nodded, smile widening as he slid off the roof of the bus, “Ah, so you’re like a Queen of the Nerds type girl.”

You frowned playfully at him and accepted his offered hand to help you down, “They call you ‘King Steve’, don’t they?”

He winced, hands gripping your shoulders to steady you when you stumbled after jumping down, “Uh, yeah. I’m liking that nickname less and less, actually.”

Was Steve Harrington actually becoming a sensible human being? It shocked you to your very core.

“If if helps, I prefer you when your not being ‘King Steve’.” You told him, nudging his shoulder gently as you climbed back inside the bus, work finally completed.

He huffed a laugh, “And you know me well enough to be able to tell the difference?”

You shrugged, “No, but I don’t think you’re as mysterious as you think you are. Which is a good thing, of course.”

“Yeah?” he asked, shutting the bus’s sliding door once all the kids had gotten in.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, “It makes you seem more down to Earth. More real.”

The two of you spent the next thirty minutes chatting away as if you hadn’t just met. You talked about your brother, who was currently up on the roof with Max and Lucas looking out for Dart — about his obvious like for Max mostly, from which Steve told you about his chat with Dustin about how to talk to girls. You had snorted at his advice, resulting in him feigning hurt and you bursting out in a fit of giggles.

“I’ll tell you now, if a guy ever tried to convince me he doesn’t care, he’s out the door,” you said, prompting a raised brow from the boy opposite you, “Don’t give me that look, Harrington, it’s true. I don’t intend to waste time playing games.”

He rolled his eyes, “Oh yeah, right. Because you just want the guy to be completely honesty from the beginning and pour out his heart to you on the first date.”

You kicked him playfully, grinning when he yelped softly, “Honesty, yes. Pouring out his heart on the first date, of course not. You don’t always have to be playing a game with the girl your dating, surely you know that Steve?”

He shrugged, “I guess you could say some girls are different.”

“Like Wheeler…?” You tried gently, unsure of how he would react.

He nodded.

“If I may ask, why did you and Wheeler break up? From the sound of it, you guys were pretty serious,” you ventured some more, hoping you weren’t crossing any lines.

Steve swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing, “She, uh… Nancy didn’t feel the same way I did, and by the looks of it, she wasn’t going to anytime soon. I decided I didn’t want to wait around for her to fall for me anymore.”

He sounded so sad, you actually felt bad for him. You hadn’t realised how much the break up with Nancy had affected him. In all honesty, this night was revealing more about Steve Harrington to you than you’d ever expected to know — and you were beginning to realise you didn’t mind one bit.

“We can see Dart,” Dustin said, interrupting the conversation flow. Suddenly you and Steve were up, peering through the gaps in the metal sheeting. Sure enough, through the fog you could just make out the figure of a dog-like creature with a strangely shaped head.

“Why isn’t it eating the meat?” Lucas asked as he and Max climbed down the ladder.

“Maybe he’s full?” you said, adrenaline kicking into your bloodstream. Your fingertips brushed the grip of the gun in your pocket.

It was Steve’s words that sent a chill down your spine, “Maybe he’s sick of cow.”

“Wait, Steve, where are you going?” Dustin demanded as Steve grabbed his nail-bat and made his way to the door of the bus.

“Just stay inside the bus and be ready to open the door for me,” was all Steve said, adjusting his white-knuckle grip on the bat.

Out of all the details you had learned about him tonight, this action shocked you the most. He was actually going to offer himself up as bait. He really wasn’t the old Steve Harrington you knew from school.

“Harrington, this may just be a bad idea,” you said, warning lacing your tone.

He met your gaze, the only trace of fear in his body showing through his tight grip on the bat, “Well, until you come up with a better one, look after the kids.”

Jaw clenched in frustration, you watched as he hopped out of the bus, shutting the door behind him. Through the gaps in the sheets of metal, you and the kids could see him walk out into the open, his eyes firmly on Dart who was watching him just as intently. Steve took a clearly defensive stance, holding the bat out in front of him.

Then you saw it.

Another creature crawling on top of an old rusted car about a yard away from the bus. Then another creeping through the fog between your car and an old motorcycle. Suddenly they were everywhere, surrounding the space where Steve stood, oblivious to the immanent danger he was in.

“Demodogs,” Dustin whispered.

“Steve! Behind you!” Max shouted.

Reluctant to take his eyes off of what you had assumed was Dart, Steve shot a quick glance behind him and did a double take.

“Shit,” you heard him mutter.

“Run Harrington!” you yelled, fear coursing through you.

“Shit shit shit shit,” he repeated, bolting towards the bus, bat still in hand. The demodogs ran after him, their reptilian tails bobbing with each bound.

You felt sick to your stomach. Dustin was at the door, pulling it open for Steve to leap in.

The dogs were catching up to him and he still have a few meters to go…

“Come on Harrington,” you breathed, watching through the same gap as he swung the bat at a dog that got too close, sending it flying.

With one last leap he was in the bus and Dustin was shutting it behind him. Almost immediately, there was a thud on the door, and the metal bent inwards to show the imprint of a demodog.

“They’re everywhere, what are we going to do,” Lucas muttered.

“Well they can’t get in here, so as long as we keep them out we’re safe,” you said, just as a clawed hand scraped lines through the door sheet.

Steve swore under his breath and held the bat up ready to whack anything that tried to climb through the door. You grabbed the gun in your pocket and clicked the safety off, telling the kids to stay in the middle of the bus.

“You had that the whole time?” Steve asked, shock lacing his tone.

You scowled, “Now’s not the time, Harrington. Just be glad we have another weapon other than your make-shift mace-bat.

He huffed In annoyance, but didn’t have time to reply as another clawed hand punched through the metal. With a yelp, he whacked it with the bat, eliciting a cry of pain from the dog outside the bus.

Another head punched through the metal in front of you and you instantly shot at it, the bullet sinking into the slimy flesh of it’s open mouth.

“Shit,” Dustin said.

“Language,” you and Steve reprimanded in unison.

Then there was a thud on the roof.

“Uh, guys…” Max said from where she stood at the base of the ladder, her chin tilted up to look at the open roof hatch.

“Crap,” you swore, rushing to her side, gun cocked in your hand.

A slimy head peered over the rim and you pulled the trigger. Well, you tried to. It stuck.

“The trigger’s jammed!” You exclaimed, panic overtaking you, “Shit!”

The demodog opened it’s mouth and made a bone chilling sound. Max screamed.

But then it was gone. Had leapt off the bus. From the sounds of it the rest of them were following suite.

“What… what just happened,” Steve rasped.

“They left,” you murmured.

“Maybe something called them away?” Dustin suggested.

You lowered the gun and put the safety back on. Not that you could shoot it if you wanted to. The thing was ancient. No wonder it had jammed.

“That’s not nearly as comforting as I would like,” you replied.

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hermionegalathynius · 1 year

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J Daniel Atlas Masterlist

One Shots

None Yet

Series

Found Family: Lula’s sister!Reader, just your journey with the Horsemen through the events of the second movie.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

#nysm #nysm2 #nysm3 #now you see me #j daniel atlas #daniel atlas imagine #daniel atlas x reader #daniel atlas #jack wilder #henley reeves #merritt mckinney #dylan rhodes #dylan shrike #lionel shrike #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic writing #fandom #masterlist

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Found Family (1/?)

Fandom: Now You See Me

Pairing: Daniel Atlas x Reader

Warnings: mentions of traumatic childhood experiences.

Part 2

“I can’t believe you broke into their apartment,” you hissed, swatting your sister on the arm as she stuck her tongue out at you.

“Your just jealous because I got to see the great J Daniel Atlas before you did. If it’s any consolation, Ididn’t get to see Jack,” she said, winking at you in a very conspicuous way.

You fought the blush that threatened to make its way onto your face. Lula was the only person on the planet that knew of your celebrity crush on the head Horseman, and that was just because you knew each other so well it was impossible to keep secrets.

“Shut up,” you muttered through gritted teeth, casting a pointed look in Dylan’s direction. The older man was typing away on a laptop resting on the kitchen counter. Luckily it didn’t seem like he’d heard anything.

“…broke into my apartment, alright?” A familiar voice echoed through the door at the top of the stairs, you straightened, running a hand through your hair nervously.

“Some amateur who knew everything about me, everything about Henley leaving, and everything about us,” Atlas continued, coming into view on the platform. Refusing to let any silly feelings get in the way of your job here, you forced yourself to breathe evenly. Lula grinned, jumping up and down next to you.

At the sight of your sister, Atlas ran a hand across his chin in dismay and leaned against the railing, “That’s her.”

“Hey!” Lula exclaimed, raising her hands above her head, beaming. You buried your face in your hands and shook your head, embarrassed for her.

“Hi,” Atlas said, exhausted defeat coating his tone. You dropped your hands, giving the three men a little wave, an apologetic wince on your face.

Dylan stood up and addressed the Horsemen, “You’ve met Lula.”

Atlas grimaced, “I’ve met her. But not the other one, who’s she?”

You took this as your cue to introduce yourself, “Um, yeah. Hi. Name’s Y/n.”

He nodded, “Nice to meet you,” then immediately turning to Dylan, “What are they doing here?”

“Well, we’re the new Horsemen!” Lula declared, making you want to curl up and die.

Atlas looked at you as if to ask ‘is she serious?’ You shrugged, “She’s right.”

“We’re the new girl Horsemen!” Lula continued, completely unprompted by anyone. To your utter dismay, she proceeded to whoop and cheer, waving her hands as if to tell them to join in.

“Lula… Lula,” you said softly, pushing her hands down.

“Nobody?” She asked, infinitely confident, “No excitement? Jack?”

“Dylan,” Merritt said, “Dylan, what’s going on?”

The three men began the descent down the stairs as Dylan explained.

“Well, Lula and Y/n have been on the underground scene for the last… decade, and I think they have some real talent and I’d like to try them out on stage to balance out the duo.”

Throughout this speech, Lula was nodding enthusiastically, a wide-eyed smile on her face. You just watched the three Horsemen with caution.

As you guessed, Jack protested, “What? No man, I thought you said after Henley left that I could get back on stage again, not someone who just showed up!”

He advanced on Dylan, the older man putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

Lula waved enthusiastically at Jack as he passed the two of you, Merritt and Atlas following close behind. When it was clear Jack wasn’t going to react, she turned to wave at Atlas who returned it halfheartedly. He met your gaze, quirking his brows in greeting. You gave him a tight-lipped smile, trying to calm your erratic heart.

“I’d said I’d think about it and I have, and I really need you behind the scenes with me for a little while,” Dylan said, an apologetic look on his face.

Jack sighed, “C’mon Dylan, I’ve been behind the scenes my whole life.”

“Which is a crime, might I add,” Lula interjected, making you wince, “Have you seen that man’s face?”

You tried not to think about the fact that Danny Atlas was standing right next to you, watching the whole encounter.

At your sister’s comment, Jack stared at her with a mix of confusion and awkwardness.

“As much as I appreciate the addition of some femininity to the group over an above what Atlas provides,” Merritt began.

You actually smiled at that, huffing a soft laugh and prompting a shocked look from the man in question.

“I think the real issue is that we’ve been in this-“ Merritt continued, but was interrupted by Atlas.

“Yeah, the issue is we have been rehearsing for months, for something… we don’t even know what it is-“

“You’re gonna keep working until-“ Dylan tried, but Atlas interjected again.

“Until we work as a single organism, I know. I’ve heard you say that,” he said, frustration leaking into his voice, “Thing is, when you say that, what I think your referring to is us,” he said, gesturing to everyone but Dylan, “you know, not you.”

“Listen, I’m getting my orders directly from The Eye, okay, and then I give them to you. Now if you don’t like that, you’re welcome to go,” Dylan said. You froze. You had been completely unaware that tension was so high between Atlas and Dylan. Would you and Lula joining help or just make the situation worse?

“No, I’m not going anywhere,” Atlas said, “But I’m… hm… I’m taking care of myself.”

“Guys,” Lula said, drawing the brunt of the attention away from the cat fight seconds from happening between Dylan and Atlas, “Can I just weigh in, because I think I see what’s going on here.”

You shook your head, “Uh, Lula, I don’t think you do-“

“You guys are this amazing, tight knit family unit,” she continued, completely ignoring your warning, “Y/n and I are these new people stepping in-“

“No no no no, we are not a family unit,”Merritt protested.

“Well, our mother… literally knifed our father in the neck one time, so you’re kinda like our family unit,” Lula said.

Atlas’s head turned to look at you, his eyes wide. You winced at the memory.

“Literally?” Merritt asked, disbelief clear in his tone.

“Uh, yeah, it was an accident,” you said, then added, “at least we think.”

“Okay…” the mentalist said, changing the subject quickly, “So does this mean we’re actually going to do something?”

“Yes,” Dylan said.

Silence fell for a moment. The five Horsemen looked at each other in shock. You met Atlas’s gaze for what felt like the millionth time so far. He quirked a brow — a mannerism you were beginning to realise he did a lot.

“You’ve all heard of Octa and they’re playboy CEO Owen Case?” Dylan asked, looking around the circle, “His partner Walter Mabry died about a year ago. You wanna know what all this has been leading to?”

“Now?” Lula asked before pulling out the blueprints Dylan had brought with him to the apartment.

“Octa’s holding a launch of of the next gen’s cell phone. Once these phones are on the streets, he’ll cipher the user’s information for the Black Market. Meaning Octa’s selling privacy to up their profit, so The Eye has decided to expose him for it. Our mission is to hijack the show.”

You looked around at everyone’s faces. Their grim expressions matched your own.

“Rehearsal’s over guys. This is what we’ve been waiting for. Now it’s time to get to work.”

#nysm3 #nysm2 #nysm #now you see me #daniel atlas x reader #j daniel atlas #daniel atlas #danny atlas #merritt mckinney #jack wilder #Y/n #reader insert #daniel atlas imagine #x reader #fanfiction #fanfic writing #fanfic #found family #forced proximity

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hermionegalathynius · 1 year

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Miss me?

Okay, so as I said, I took a break over Christmas and New Years. But now I’m back and ready to post!

Over the next few weeks I plan to post a few things, so here’s my general plan:

I want to finish my Sirius Black x Reader series Sweet Sixteen.

I want to post the first part of my planned Steve Harrington mini series.

I’m going to post a James Potter fic (because he needs more love).

I recently watched Now You See Me 1 and 2 on Netflix, and I know the fandom is kinda dead, but I’m pretty sure they’re making a third one. I just love Danny so much and I have a few fic ideas in mind for him, so I will be posting those as well.

So if anyone is interested in any of my fandoms and would like to be added to my tag list, please send an Ask and I will put you on.

Okay, by for now!

Am x

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Sweet Sixteen (4/11)

I know it’s not Christmas in this fic, but we’re currently three days away, so I’m going to take this opportunity to wish you all a Merry Christmas!!

Anyway, one with the show.

Pairing: Sirius Black x Ravenclaw!Reader

Warnings: I have a Hufflepuff OC who’s a bit of a b*tch, and I just wanted to say now that I have no qualms with Hufflepuff whatsoever. They are my sister house (I’m a Ravenclaw) because they know how it feels to be under appreciated. I just didn’t want to be generic and make the annoying ex a Slytherin and I didn’t think her being In Gryffindor would work for the storyline.

Enjoy ;)

"So, how did it go?" Sienna asked at lunch in the Great Hall.

Y/n had just come back from her first tutoring session with Sirius. If she was being honest, it really wasn't as bad as she'd expected. Sure, he'd flirted with her in the beginning, but as soon as she'd asked him to stop he had. From then on he'd been, well, serious. He had listened to her and cooperated and by the end of the lesson he could recount everything they had gone over almost perfectly. He had cracked a joke every now an then and made a few flirty comments but those were more for laughs than they were for seduction purposes. Y/n had actually enjoyed it, though she would never admit it to anyone. The only thing that had bothered her was the way her heart had fluttered slightly when he'd slid into the seat opposite her and given her that famous, Sirius Black grin.

"I couldn't leave a lovely girl like yourself waiting, now could I?"

Those words had almost made her blush. Almost.

Because he was still Sirius Black. Hogwarts playboy. Heartbreaker. It didn't matter that this morning was the first time she'd spoken to him for more than a few moments, or that he had worked hard like she asked him to, or that when she'd told him about the extra credit she would be getting she could have sworn disappointment flashed across his face for a split second. None of that mattered because she was a smart girl. A logical girl. And falling for Sirius Black was the most illogical thing she could ever do. Besides, it's not like her reaction to his words meant anything. It was a natural reaction under the circumstances.

"Y/n? How did it go?" Sienna's voice brought Y/n out of her thoughts and she realised she had been sitting there in silence after her friend had asked her a question.

"Oh! Um, it was okay, I guess. It's not exactly supposed to be fun, right?" She said, not totally convinced what she was saying was the truth.

Sienna was still giving her that concerned look so she added, "I'm fine, Si. Stop fussing. I just zoned out, that's all."

Her friend didn't look convinced but dropped the subject. Y/n was relieved when she did, not really wanting this new development to take over aspects of her life. They chatted about nothing for a while, munching on the sandwiches the house elves had put out for lunch. Y/n found herself acutely aware of Sirius and his friends a few meters away, talking and laughing at Gryffindor table. The Marauders was what they called themselves. An odd name, but fitting, she had always thought. Their nicknames, however, never really made sense to her. She knew Remus was Moony, as she'd heard James calling him that a few times, but she couldn't remember for the life of her what the others were. All she remembered was that they were odd and clearly had a strange backstory that she didn't know.

Why was she so curious about them anyway? It wasn't like she had ever paid much attention to them before.

Y/n shook those thoughts out of her head and tried to focus on her friend.

———

Sirius had to resist a groan of annoyance when Abby Stoffhuis walked into the courtyard and made a beeline for where he and the other Marauders were sitting. James and Remus did not resist, however, and they both grumbled angrily in Sirius's direction as the blonde Hufflepuff drew nearer.

"It's not my fault she's an obsessive psychopath," Sirius muttered to his friends just before she stopped in front of him.

"Sirius!" She exclaimed, that sickly sweet smile pasted on her make-up covered face. Sirius resisted the urge to wince at her high-pitched voice and the way she batted her eyelashes. How had he ever found her attractive?

Oh right. He'd been an idiot looking to do something that would piss off his parents. An unknowing Hufflepuff girl seemed to be the most obvious option. Figures she would become his own personal stalker when they broke up after two weeks of dating.

"Hey, Abby," he said, trying to sound a lot less uncomfortable than he felt, "How's it going?"

She latched onto his arm with her red-tipped fingers and purred up at him, "Much better now that I've found you," then with a pout, "You've been missing the whole morning."

Sirius carefully pride her fingers off of his jacket and took a step back only to have her take a step forward. James snorted and quickly covered it up with a cough, making Remus stuff his fist in his mouth to prevent breaking out in laughter too.

"I was at tutoring the whole morning. Y/n's helping me with Muggle studies," he said, then immediately wished he hadn't.

Abby's brown eyes darkened and her face grew murderous, "Y/n L/n? The girl you couldn't stop staring at while on our date in Hogsmead?" She hissed.

Sirius sighed, "Yes, Abby. On our date in Hogsmead two years ago. We're not dating anymore, remember?"

People were starting to stare at the scene Abby was making as she clenched her fists. Even Regulus and his friends had stopped brooding long enough to glance in their direction. Sirius's patience was growing thin.

"Of course I remember," was all Addy said, "See you later Sirius."

And finally, finally she walked away. However, Sirius had a pretty good idea of who she was walking away to find and internally groaned at all the progress he had made with Y/n being washed down the drain.

———

The following morning was Monday. Y/n's least favourite day of the week. Just because she was a school-loving Ravenclaw, didn't mean she liked waking up early after a late night of relaxing to go to class and socialise. And of course this particular Monday had to turn out worse than usual.

"Oh no. Abby Stoffhuis approaching ten o'clock," Sienna murmured to Y/n as they were walking to their usual spot at the Ravenclaw table.

Y/n frowned in confusion as she realised the girl was glaring at her. What could Abigail Stoffhuis, a Hufflepuff and one of the many people at Hogwarts that Y/n had never conversed more than two words with, want with her? They weren't even in the same house, so there was absolutely nothing connecting them. Unless...

Abby had been Sirius's first girlfriend, if Y/n's memory served her correctly. She'd only known about it through the grapevine at the time but if the rumours were true then Sirius had broken up with her after two weeks and she had been obsessed with him ever since. And Y/n had spent three hours alone with Sirius yesterday teaching him Muggle Studies.

"Dammit, she's mad because I tutored Black yesterday," Y/n told Sienna as Abby got up from her seat and started storming towards them.

"Ouch, RIP to you then," Sienna replied which earned her a glare from her friend.

"I could take that barbie doll any day," Y/n muttered.

"What's a barbie doll?"

However, Y/n never got to answer because Abigail Stoffhuis chose that moment to interrupt their conversation.

"L/n," she started, her brown doll eyes glaring into Y/n's e/c ones, "I heard you and Sirius had a tutoring session yesterday morning." The way she said 'tutoring session' made it sound like that wasn't at all what they'd really been doing. Of course that was what Abby would assume happened, because she was so naively unaware that not everyone was as open to snogging anything with lips as she was.

"We did have a tutoring session upon Professor Sikander's request we do so. Do you have a problem with that?" Y/n replied coolly, already exasperated beyond measure.

Abby only deepened her scowl and moved forward until she was far too close for Y/n's liking.

"Stay away from Sirius Black," she growled, the sound so animalistic it made Y/n wonder if this girl wasn't just a territorial cat who'd been transfigured into a human.

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, "Honestly, Stoffhuis. You can't be that dense? Do you really expect me to disobey a teacher's direct orders just because you can't get over some guy who dumped you after two weeks?"

Abby bristled — actually bristled — and pointed a finger at Y/n, "He's not just some guy, he's my soulmate. I knew it from the moment I laid eyes on him."

Y/n couldn't suppress the look of absolute shock, disbelief and amusement that took over her face at those words. She actually thought Sirius was her soulmate? She was delusional. Crazy. Insane.

Instead of expressing her exact thoughts on Abby's declaration, Y/n shook her head and mused, "Black's birthday was two weeks ago. Don't you think he would have told you by now if it's your name on his arm?"

She seemed to regain some of her control and shrugged nonchalantly, "You don't know him like I do. He's probably just nervous to tell me."

Y/n scoffed a laughed and started to turn away but Abby grabbed her arm angrily and put her mouth by Y/n's ear.

"You'll regret ever laughing at me, L/n," she spat softly before releasing her grip and stalking off.

"What. The bloody hell. Was that?" Sienna said, staring after the Hufflepuff with a baffled expression filling her features.

Y/n's face mirrored her friend's as she replied, "It looks like I just made myself an enemy of Abigail Stoffhuis."

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