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merthurians-prat-and-idiot · 1 year

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6x18 buddie coda

Warning: 6x18 spoilers

(I had lots of feelings about couches and wrote this! Just a lil post ep oneshot! Written very sleepily so be kind skss) Now on ao3!

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Buck's wandering along the aisle of Mr Mullins furniture emporium, trailing his hand over (soft, soft, scratchy, stripey?) fabrics when he just - freezes.

Natalia pulls up alongside him.

"Have you found one you like?" She asks but-

Its like the words are underwater, muffled, said through a crackling radio- because he's just - frozen.

Staring down at dark blue fabric.

Two navy back cushions, two seat- tall thin armrests.

A faint stain in the middle from knocking a bowl of salsa over in the middle of an intense Mario Kart battle- the echo of laughter and admonishments for using the coffee table as a foot-rest instead a snack one. The tiny tear across the side, courtesy of a 3am beer-fueled need to "try it over by the window!" and the slice of fabric against the wall. The easy change into a bed, sinking into its soft comfort.

Buck blinks and - it slides back into place, the tear knits back together, the laughter fades away and the stain vanishes.

Oh.

"Buck?"

He blinks again, his eyes wet.

Sleepy morning greetings, pancakes and syrup, reading horoscopes and answering scoffs, freshly washed uniforms, tangled shoelaces, car playlists.

Hands on ropes, tightening harnesses, stealing coffee, knocking shoulders, pressed head to toe.

Zoo trips and maths homework, video games and homemade dinners.

A life.

Lived together.

Buck does nothing to stop the tear that rolls off his cheek.

"I- uh- I have to go- I'm- I'm really s-sorry- this isn't going to work- I'm sorry I-" he stumbles, turning away and heading for the door.

And its like now the switch has been flipped- he wants to rush, to hurry towards where he's meant to be.

He makes it to his jeep in record time, long legs flying (like a frog stood up and tried to run, according to- oh - it was truly in every corner of his life)

And somehow, maybe the goddamn universe, he pulls up- unharmed despite his shaking hands.

He goes to knock and then gets hit once more and pulls out his own set of keys and turns them in the lock.

Buck breathes for a moment.

Warmth washing over him.

Home.

And follows the sounds of laughter.

He's sat on the couch. Of course he is.

Eddie.

And how did Buck miss this? The way his heart pulses in his chest, the way his eyes trace the pull of Eddie's mouth, the softening glance as he looks up and sees Buck standing there.

"Hey" Eddie speaks, soft & familiar.

Buck breaks into a grin.

"Hi"

"You're uh, you're not busy are you?"

Eddie huffs a laugh.

"You broke into my house to ask me if I was busy?"

"I have a key!"

"Pretty sure that was meant to be for emergencies" Eddie teases.

"Yeah, well, this is an emergency"

"Ohhh you mean like how you running out of doritos two weeks ago and "borrowing" some from here was also an emergency?" He tilts his head with a faux serious expression.

God, Buck loves him.

He sniffs, overcome suddenly- like in the aisle of the furniture shop.

"Uh, no I-" he ducks his head.

Eddie waits him out.

"I- needed to talk to you I - need - to talk to you- its- kind of- kind of important"

"Okay..."

"I- I was about to buy a new couch, I was standing infront of aisles and aisles of what was supposed to be the perfect couch for me and then I- I just froze"

Buck pauses for a moment and Eddie hums.

"Why did you freeze?"

"I saw a couch- it was blue- navy, actually and it looked soft and- and- familar and I looked at it and I saw things that weren't there"

"Do we need to get you checked for a concussion?" Eddie frowns, twitching forward.

Buck waves his hand.

"No- no- I just- it reminded me of something else, somewhere else- I saw a stain- right across the seat cushions- tomato salsa-"

Eddie's eyes flicker with something.

"I heard laughter and- and Mario Kart. I saw a tear, against the side- I felt the softness, the comfort of sinking into it- the warmth"

"What are you saying Buck?" Eddie croaks out.

"I- I'm saying that I realized I was in a store trying to find the right couch, only realize I was standing infront of it all along"

"As in now- I- I'm standing infront of it now-" Buck breathes.

"I've got a date tomorrow" Eddie replies.

"Oh"

"Right- I- I - I'm sorry I shouldn't have-"

"You should. You always should Buck"

"What?"

Eddie smiles, eyes shining.

"You should spill salsa all over this couch, you should fall asleep on it after dinner, you should play Mario Kart here with our son, you should sit down and you should stay"

Buck sniffs.

"You want me to stay?"

"I want you to never have to feel you need to ask that question again"

"And I want you to know you never needed to ask me"

"Eddie"

"Yeah?"

"I love you"

Eddie's smile is like coming home.

"I love you too"

Buck falls-

And burrows down into the couch.

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starlightandtea · 11 months

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Omega, carrying Lula, and standing next to Wrecker: Just know, you've disappointed all three of us.

Crosshair, feeling that in his heart: That's cold, kid.

#Idk if anyone has done this already #maybe probably lol #I just wanted to write this though #Omega and Lula and Wrecker are half teasing #they've already forgiven him #Crosshair was just being a grumpy tooka #They love him so much #Omega and Wrecker and Crosshair and Lula ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎#Omega The Bad Batch #Lula The Bad Batch #Wrecker The Bad Batch #Crosshair The Bad Batch #The Bad Batch Incorrect Quotes #TBB Incorrect Quotes #TBB #The Bad Batch

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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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deejadabbles · 1 year

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A Tooka for a Puppy (Wrecker Comfort Fluff)

Idk if this has been done before, but I just really love the idea of making plushies for Wrecker, so I wrote a mini fic about the idea. This is a reader insert but the relationship between you and Wrecker isn't explicitly romantic, can be read as platonic. Also the title is based off the fact that Wrecker is a giant puppy <3

Nightmares were not unheard of on the Marauder and unfortunately, you had grown too familiar with what each crew member sounded like when the woke from them.

It was your lookout shift and, though you had been curled up with your favorite blanket in the pilot chair, you knew you needed something to drink if you were going to make it the rest of watch. You were glad you had gotten up when you did.

Just as you were pouring your drink, you heard a clatter, the muffled sounds of ragged breathing following

You were by Wrecker's side in an instant. Even as you stroked his back- his usual calming method, he scrambled around his bunk for something, desperate and still breathing hard. It took the better part of ten minutes to calm him down enough to ask what he was looking for.

"Lula," he had said, voice graveled and shaken, "I keep thinking I lost her in the middle of the night. Forget I gave her to the kid."

Wrecker had one of the kindest hearts in the galaxy, that you were sure. He practically begged you not to mention his nightmares in front of Omega.

"Don't want her to try 'an give Lula back. She needs her more than me."

It made your heart ache. No one ever gave Wrecker enough credit for his deep wealth of empathy.

You had to do something. If he didn't have Lula, maybe a whole new tooka was in order. It took several days, even though you were between missions at the moment- sewing supplies weren't exactly common on the Marauder. Some things from the med-bay's stitching helped and as for material...well, the aforementioned favorite blanket, its fabric was a decent enough mimic of tooka fur.

Now you were standing in the hallway to the bunks, waiting for Wrecker to switch off his watch shift with Hunter. You heard his thudding footfalls first, then a loud yawn as he ducked through the door way.

He blinked a little when he saw you but quickly had that cute smile on.

"I've got a surprise for you."

Wrecker's face was alight in an instant, he loved getting presents, especially since they were so rare. "Oooo! What is it, what is it?!"

Slowly, and maybe a little sheepishly, you pulled your hand from behind your back, "I know she's not Lula, but, I thought maybe a new Tooka could help you sleep better."

He all but froze as he stared down at the stuffed animal. As if he were afraid it was made of glass, he raised his hand, not even daring to grab it as he just brushed his fingers along the fabric.

"You...you made this?"

You nodded.

"For me?"

A little chuckle, "Yes, Wrecker. You were so sweet, giving Lula to Omega even though you still need her, I just wanted you to have-"

Before your sentence was even finished, big arms scooped you up and hoisted you off your feet. Wrecker all but buried his face in your shoulder as he spun you around, that boyish laugh bubbling in his throat.

Though, even when the motion slowed, he stayed like that a moment longer, arms wrapped around you and forehead braced against your neck. When Wrecker finally pulled back you thought you saw a glimmer of tears in the crinkled corner of his eyes.

You smiled back at him, and pressed the doll into his hands. He hugged it to his chest- but his face fell just a bit as his thumb ran over the fuzzy material.

"She looks like that blanket you love!" he gasped, mind putting two and two together.

You shrugged, "Eh, I've been needing to get a new one for awhile, figured it could make a better tooka than a cover."

His expression said he didn't quite believe you, but, because this was Wrecker, he just pulled that determined grin. "First chance I get, I'm gonna get you the BEST blanket in the galaxy!"

That made you laugh, there he went again, thinking of others, "Thanks, Wrecker."

"No, thank you! " he pulled you into a one armed hugged this time, cheek resting on your head as he said, "You're the best."

A content sigh left you when you returned the gesture, enjoying the soft warmth of the embrace. "Nah, you are big guy."

#I love the order of those gifs cos it looks like Omega gave him Lula #and he immediately just started hitting Crosshair with her XD #wrecker x reader #wrecker x you #wrecker x y/n #platonic wrecker #though like I said it can be read as #romantic wrecker #wrecker fluff #bad batch wrecker #clone x reader #sw #deeja writes

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theemporium · 4 months

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if i post a wee blurb for a new boyfriend, will you guys be nice?🥹

#cece chats #highkey scared to write for him #kinda convinced it will be shit #but i made lula pick a prompt so #we move

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sleepy-purple-sloth · 1 year

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Being in a small (or dead) fandom is a pain because there's not enough content

#there's not enough fic in the fandom #i want more fic #if only i could write #now you see me #now you see me 2 #j daniel atlas #daniel atlas #jack wilder #merritt mckinney #henley reeves #lula may #dylan rhodes #dylan shrike #sleepy talks

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totallylulalutiacreations · 7 months

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"Don't worry, I'll be to bed soon...Just finishing this chapter."

#undertale #undertale au #lula art #undertale fanart #au papyrus #papyrus au #papyrus undertale #alt papyrus #scene papyrus #scene!papyrus #Scene smokes black cherry Cigarillo #he also writes books and fanfictions for other books and media #because of his jammies #Alt has called him the great pumpkin at least once #yay lil sketches of both brothers :D!#alttale

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swordtit · 4 months

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lula + chen friendship is making me insane.

#speaking #i reloaded checkpoint 5 to see the villain revealed scenes #ortega called her a monster (unsurprising) but he did think it was still her in the end #im gonna write some lula + chen stuff i think...#lula & tal x chen

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lanliingwang · 11 months

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ik this is moreso true for the historical jiang ziya and fgo doesn't emphasize on it likely due to drawing from his iteration in fengshen yanyi, but like...lowkey wish more people in the fgo fandom would acknowledge that jiang ziya was a dad tbh

#altho granted im probably the only one who fuses diff iterations of jiang ziya into fgo jiang ziya/tgw but. still #i wish there was more of him looking after the child servants/children in fgo fanworks as a result #(maybe one day i will write smth for that)#lulas's randomness #jiang ziya (fgo)#jiang ziya (fate)#jiang ziya #taigong wang #taigong wang (fgo)#fgo #fate grand order #no salt behind this btw just. hoping sjshsjdh

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intizzies · 6 months

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hey it's me why did I have to get hyperfixated on a character from a dumb STUPID magician movie franchise when they're just about to start filming the third instalment after like 7 years of radio silence and my fav probably won't be in it at this point :))) i am so nauseous actually!! why did my brain say oh yeah this is a good idea u little bitch I hate u (me)

anyway bring back jack too

and henley ffs bring them all back or I march on lionsgate im not playing i will fly over there from the swampland shithole of england (bristol)

like it's great that jesse is excited that's sooo good but fr haha might lose me marblessss hehe

#⸻ ob-la-di ob-la-da ! ( 𝐎𝐎𝐂 )#lula may #now you see me 2 #nysm #now you see me #I'm not joking I think I've gone a bit feral #I'm 20k words into writing a fanfic #I've never done a fic that long before

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lian-fang-zun · 9 months

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Oberon couldn't say when the summoning happened, exactly.

All he knew was that when he blinked, the glowing summoning chamber of Novum Chaldea greeted his sight instead of the endless abyss.

And there, in front of him, was one Miya Osamu.

What the hell...?

Chaldea's master clearly hadn't even changed his clothes since their last encounter within the Abyssal Worm. The Mystic Code Osamu wore still bore scratches and rips from the harrowing journey through Faerie Britain, and his hair was distinctly uncombed. The Demi-Servant girl standing next to him -- Mash Kyrielight? -- looked no better, even though she'd at least changed out of her armor. Both of them sported bemused expressions, as though Oberon had been the last individual they expected to appear.

(Although he could detect something like joy in Osamu's expression, too. Which was bewildering, given their last face-to-face confrontation had involved Osamu attempting to take a swing at him.)

Oh, well. That wasn't any of his business, he supposed.

Huffing in resigned annoyance, Oberon broke the silence first.

"...Oh, I see. Lies will keep on circulating till the Human Order stabilizes?" Another sigh. "Fine, fine, I give up. That's just the kind of person you are. My name is Oberon. Since you called me, I'll help out. Even if it disgusts me to the core."

Silence. One could, as they say, hear crickets chirping.

Then Osamu spoke, his voice hoarse.

"Oberon...is it really you?"

Oberon's sarcastic smile fell into pursed lips.

"Hah? Who else could it -- ?"

The last syllable barely left his lips when Osamu suddenly surged forward. There was (almost) no hostility in the hug he pulled Oberon into, nor were there any in Mash's faint smile from behind them.

(This was all bemusing in the best of times. Really, wouldn't it have made sense for Osamu to treat him more coldly? Or for Mash to be more reticent in letting Osamu run toward him at all?)

Regardless, Oberon couldn't find it in himself to push Osamu away, either.

#lulas's writings;;#lulas's snippets;;;#miya osamu #oberon (fgo)#oberon vortigern #oberon #osamu miya #fgo x haikyuu #haikyuu x fate series au #fgo #fate grand order #haikyuu #hq!!#finally actually Writing something for the miya osamu as fujimaru ritsuka au lol #even if it's just a snippet #I have Thoughts on oberon and osamu's formed dynamics in this au over the course of the lb6 part but idk if I have the right words to #*to express them yet #so I can at least give a snippet of what happens after lb6 #mash kyrielight #(also VERY well aware there may be some ooc-ness asjdkgh before anyone points it out 💦)#(literally have never written oberon before nor have I really written mash and osamu within this au's context so I def expect a lot of this #could be very ooc and may embarrass me later OTL)#(but I also wanna be self-indulgent tonight!)#spoilers #fgo spoilers #lb6 spoilers

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merthurians-prat-and-idiot · 1 year

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Post 6x11 buddie oneshot-

I was thinking about the fact that Eddie got thrown off the firetruck and this happened! Written in a frenzy in the ams but hope you enjoy! (Also I couldn't resist with the last line 😆)

Spoilers for 6x10/11, discussions/descriptions of injury & mentions of hospitals

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"Hey, I'm just about to order, do you want the garlic dough balls as well or the wedges? Or y'know, we could split a box of-"

Buck trails off as he pokes his head round Eddie's bedroom door.

He's shirtless, which shouldn't be that suprising- seeing as he'd only just got back from a shift and greeted Chris & Buck before slipping off to get changed. What is suprising is that he's still shirtless, almost fifteen minutes later. But the thing that stops Buck in his tracks, stealing his breath, are the angry, vivid purple bruises littering Eddie's back.

They're painted down his spine and scattered across his shoulders- some tinged with green or yellow, creating a kind of sick diorama landscape on his skin.

He's twisted round, trying to apply cream to his back in the small mirror sat on his dresser.

"𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦"

Buck steps forward involuntarily.

"What-" he sucks in a breath.

"Wh- what the hell happened to you- are- are you okay? I-"

Eddie turns, the view of his back obscured, and holds up one hand placatingly.

"Buck- hey, I'm fine, its just a bruise" he says, softly, reasurring.

Buck huffs.

"That's more than a bruise! What happened? How did you even get those? When did it happen?" He emphasizes, his mind whirring over the possibilities.

They looked older than a day, but he hadn't mentioned any rough shifts...

"I- look- I promise, it's okay, I'm alright- they're from a while ago, but I'm putting on the cream, they're a little sore but they're healing up nicely, don't worry Buck"

"When"

"Buck-"

"Eddie when did you get those?" He repeats, obstinate.

Eddie sighs, ducking his gaze for a moment.

"I- the night of the lightning strike"

Buck's lips part around a breath.

"You got hurt?" He asks, his voice rough.

"When the lightning hit- hit you-" he pauses, looking up as if to check that Buck was still with him.

"-it also hit the truck and travelled down the ladder, I got blown backwards onto the street"

Buck steps forward again, purposefully.

"You got thrown off the truck? Did you lose consciousness? What did Hen or Chim say when they checked you over?"

"Um"

"Eddie-"

"I was fine! It just winded me a bit- I got myself up & put my helmet back on and-"

"Your helmet came off?! Eds-"

"Shit, I shouldn't have said that" he mumbled.

"Anyway, I got up and then- then I saw you- just- hanging there - so I ran up to get you down"

"Eddie" Buck shakes his head, pleads-

"You should've waited, let Hen or Chim clear you! You could've had a head injury, or something with your spine! You- you shouldn't have gone tearing up a ladder, what the hell?" Buck exclaims.

"What, and left you hanging there?" Eddie snaps back.

"No, but you could've stopped, just for a second and-"

"Buck! I could've been chained to the ground, or- or taking my last breath- but nothing would've stopped me from getting to you" he rushes.

Oh.

Buck feels Eddie's words hit his chest. The sentiment a familiar one, in reverse.

He'd heard the expression once.

If you were in an accident, I wouldn't stop for red lights.

He remembers it making him freeze, for just a moment, a moment like this one in fact- and thinking yeah, Neither would I.

Eddie sits down on the bed with a sigh, and scrubs a hand across his face.

Buck crosses the room in three easy strides and sinks into the mattress beside him, pressed close from shoulder to hip.

"Did you get checked out, at the hospital?" He asks softly, his volume meeting the moment, the bubble, they seem to have found themselves in.

"Yeah" Eddie replies, just as soft.

"Bobby made me, and I'm really fine, I promise- just the bruised back and a tiny cut on my hip- turnouts dug in" he dips a finger into the waistband of his sweatpants and tugs them down a tiny bit to show a faded scar running across his hipbone.

Buck starts to reach out and catches himself with a cough.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Eddie sighs, shakes his head.

"You had enough to think about, you're supposed to resting, not worrying about me"

"Eddie" Buck turns to face him, tucking a leg underneath him.

"I want to know if you're hurt-"

Eddie opens his mouth, but Buck continues before he can speak again.

"Even, if its "just a bruise". I know you didn't want to worry me, but we made a deal, right? You saved my life. We have each other's backs. So tell me if yours is bruised, okay?"

Eddie hums and meets his eyes.

"Okay"

Buck smiles, and they just look, for a moment.

He feels that those moments have been getting longer recently.

They're tinged with a something, something thats as thrilling and terrifying as it is soft and so familiar it feels like, it feels like- home.

He reaches across Eddie's lap for the bruise cream.

"Let me?" He offers, on an exhale.

Eddie's eyes soften impossibly further and he dips his chin, turning around, as Buck unscrews the lid.

"Thank you" Eddie says, relaxing against Buck at the first brush over his back.

"No problem" Buck replies.

"I've got you.... 𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘣𝘰𝘺"

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thatfoolsophie · 10 months

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hi i know you havent posted about it in a year but i have to tell u i just came across your roommates charmain and peter au and it is really getting into my brain the concept is SO good i cant stop thinking about it

HI I LOVE YOU FOR THIS this ask reminded me that i have like. 10 thousand words of this au in a google doc and it's so fun. when ao3 comes back from the war i think ill just post it

#it's one of those situations where there's more that could be written but i doubt I'll ever get around to writing it #so might as well publish what I have!#bc genuinely it's one of the funniest things I've written (to me at least!) and I'd be so sad if no one else ever saw the full rat scene.#or the blender saga. or abdullah crying facedown in the library basement. or the valentine's day love potion incident #homw #lula tag

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hermionegalathynius · 1 year

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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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