I hummed quietly as I made my way down the street, my combat boots making a satisfying noise against the pavement. A tarot card sat in my back pocket, somehow mocking me with every step I took towards the mysterious address. I was doubting that this was real. My mind was mocking me, telling me it was just a joke, that I wasn’t good enough to be successful as a magician. These are the times when I miss Danny the most. When my insecurities are at the forefront of my mind, when I can’t seem to grip onto reality hard enough. He was always there for me. We’d grown up together, been best friends throughout every up and down our lives had to offer. I remembered that he used to zip up my jacket when I couldn’t, and had walked with me back towards our homes after a day at the fair. We’d always been so close, practically attached at the hip. But when we’d gone to college? Things changed. We grew apart, spent less time together, hardly ever conversed. Then we stopped talking altogether. I haven’t heard from him or seen him since. Honestly I missed having him in my life, especially now when it seemed as though my world was crumbling around me. My parents had died, I’d lost my job, I couldn’t pay the rent, so I had to bunk with an old college buddy I’d kept in touch with. Becoming a street magician had helped me regain my footing, but times were hard, and I wished I had the person that knew me best. I sighed as I looked up at the apartment building, pulling the tarot card from my pocket and rechecking that I was at the right address.
“Excuse me, are you going in?” I looked behind me to see a young man, younger than myself, sorting a leather jacket and a gentlemanly smile.
“Oh, yes, I’m sorry.” I began to move up the stairs, the man soon in step beside me.
“Did you get one of these too?” He asked, holding up his own card. I nodded.
“Jack Wilder.” He stopped, holding out his hand. I took it with a slight smile of my own.
“Y/N Y/L/N” We continued to walk together, but I soon stopped as we heard other voices ahead. Jack however, wasn’t deterred by them and continued on.
“No way. J Daniel Atlas?!” I stopped at Jacks shocked voice, gulping as I stood frozen to my spot. It took me a moment, but I soon found myself stepping into view of four other people.
“Danny?” I breathed, watching as the man in question turned to face me, his eyes blowing wide.
“Y/N” I smiled wide as I walked towards him, throwing my arms around his waist. He didn’t hesitate to hug back, holding my smaller frame close to his as his lips hit my head. I knew then that everything was going to be alright. With him next to me again, nothing bad could happen.
<b>Me:</b> haha I like ALL the characters in Now You See Me equally!!!<p/><b>Me:</b> *specifically reblogs Jack Wilder text posts, images, imagines, headcanons, photosets, gifs,*<p/><b>Me:</b> ...equally! yeah!!<p/></p>
Imagine/Prompt/Chapter: Imagine meeting the Horsemen and liking Jack.
(This is pretty lame, but I just had to get something out as chapter one. I have more ideas based off of this, so stay tuned! Its only chapter one!)
since Jack Wilder faked his death and the other three Horsemen
vanished into thin air, the four had laid low. Henely actually left
the group, saying that she was going stir crazy living in hiding like
they were. So, she moved to some remote country and restarted her
life. After that, Dylan wanted to search for someone to replace her.
Daniel insisted that they didn’t need anyone, that the group was fine
how it was, but Dylan fought back and said that the group had to be
complete. And the only way to do that was to find a fourth Horseman.
faux FBI agent, Dan, and Merritt spread out across the country in
search of their next big thing. Merritt found you at a show in New
York City. You had taken one of the stages with a death defying
escape act that left even him impressed. He found you backstage and
asked if you wanted to join a magician group called The Horsemen. You
had given him a confused look and said you had no idea who the
Horsemen were. This kind of ticked Merritt off, so he put you to
sleep and took you off to the apartment.
what were you thinking?!” Dylan angrily snapped when Merritt got
back to the apartment and Skyped the other two. “You kidnapped an
escape artist! You’re an idiot! If she finds out about Jack, she
could get out and expose us!”
know that you’re worried about that, but once she knows who we are,
I’m sure that she will stick around. And I know your underlying
problem with this. She’s an escape artist and your dad couldn’t
escape his last trick. It hits a bad nerve in you. But dude, that was
years ago. Let loose. We’ll be here once you’re home.” Merritt
clicked the call closed and woke you up from your deep sleep on the
couch. “Alright. How do you not know us kid? Everyone knows us.”
Horsemen?” You asked with a small chuckle. “I know all about you
guys. I’ve studied your tricks. I just wanted to see what you would
do if I said I didn’t. Looks like I got a free ride and an invite
into the group.” You flashed him a bright smile and stood up to
hey hey, there is no official invitation until everyone else is here.
Dylan is the leader of us all, Dan Atlas is after that. And neither
of them are here. So just slow yourself down Fancy Pants.”
Merritt, when are-” You turned around, and there stood Jack Wilder.
Oh wow….. He was even hotter in person.“Who’s this?”
Soon to be fourth Horseman.” You smiled and shook his hand. He
smiled and shook your hand. “Nice to finally meet you. I’ve been
wanting to meet you since the accident.”
how did you know I made it out of the accident?” Jack asked, giving
Merritt a ‘what the crap dude who is this?’ look. “I mean, before
just now obviously.”
an escape artist. It wasn’t hard to figure out that you didn’t die.”
artist? I wouldn’t mind testing those skills.”
yourself down Jack of Hearts. I just got here. Now if you’ll excuse
me, I’d like to get a good look around this place.” You flounced
off, leaving both the boys just standing there and watching you move
about the apartment. It was nice. Two bedrooms, bath and a half,
living room, nice kitchen. Hmmmm…. Staying with them might get
interesting, but you could make it work. If nothing else, the couch
was pretty comfortable. You could handle that. And, not to stereotype
the guys, but you doubted their cooking abilities. You could make
your way around the kitchen pretty well. You’d all eat well with you
around. It was a cozy place. Definitely somewhere you could get used
to living. It could be a lot of fun.
wandered back into the living room where the two guys still were.
Merritt was leaning against the back of the couch while Jack was
screwing with a deck of cards in one of the armchairs. He riffled
through the cards, then one send one up in the air, only to catch it
and stick it back in. Merritt was on the phone with someone. His
conversation was hushed with whoever was on the other end. Probably
Dylan. Or Atlas. The time read 5:17. Food. Food was a good idea.
want to eat?” You asked, your words more directed at the master of
cards than the hypnotist. He was still preoccupied by the phone call.
actually. Take out Chinese sounds awesome right now.” Jack smiled.
“Kung pao chicken and white rice.”
you’ve got this all wrong. You’re ordering. I’ll go pick up. You
can’t be seen in public and I’m not going to do everything around
here. Boneless spare ribs and fried rice.” You winked at him and
went to investigate the drink situation in the kitchen. What you
didn’t see behind you was the interaction behind you. Merritt looked
over at Jack, and a wild smile turning up the card slinger’s lips. He
pulled his phone out from his pocket and dialed take out by memory.
and Atlas be home in time to eat?” Merritt nodded. Jack put the
phone to his ear and placed their typical order, but with your order
added this time.
went out the door once he hung up and ventured down the streets to
collect dinner. New York was a beautiful city. Why in the world
famous magicians trying to lay low lived in one of the nation’s
biggest cities, you had no idea. But it worked, so you weren’t going
to question it. You had only made one wrong turn on the way to the
right Chinese restaurant, which was quite an accomplishment. The order
was ready when you got there, being handed off to you when you handed
that college aged boy behind the counter the money. It took you a
shorter time to get to the apartment this time. No turns were missed
so it was easy.
living room was fuller when you walked in. A lanky, long haired man
was sprawled across the couch and a man with curly hair and a very
obvious pacing problem occupied the room. J. Daniel Atlas and Dylan
Rhodes. Daniel was spinning coins in his fingers when you walked in.
girl went out and got dinner? I like her already.” You set the bag
down on the coffee table and watched as they all dug through like
they hadn’t eaten in days. Ugh, men. You rolled your eyes, sat on the
couch beside Jack, and just waited for them all to finish. But, Jack
took you container out and handed it over to you. You smiled and
thanked him, then grabbed a fork and dug in. Oh man……. It was the
best Chinese take out you had ever had. Sooooooo good…..
says you’re an escape artist.” Dylan said, leaning against the arm
of the couch. Would you mind getting in a straight jacket? After you
eat of course.”
don’t mind at all. But yes, food first.”
and the other Horsemen chatted like normal people, about normal
things. The guys got to know you, and you got to know them. Favorite
things, like movies, books, foods, and music. At some point, Jack
scooted closer to you so Dylan could sit. Was it necessary for their
legs to be touching? No. But, was it still nice? Oh yeah. A noodle
ended up being thrown at Daniel, who in turn pelted Merritt in the
face with a (sauceless) piece of sweet and sour chicken. Things
escalated from there. Everyone was covered in various Chinese take
out foods in a matter of no time. Nothing like professional magicians
and an FBI agent pelting food at one another.
the end of it, you had rice sticking in your hair and splotches of
beef and broccoli sauce all over your shirt. It had been fun though.
Merritt and Atlas started cleaning things up while you and Jack threw
away empty containers. Dylan disappeared off to who knows- oh there he
is! With something white in his hands…. He holds it out to you and
you realize what it is. A straight jacket.
you really just keep these hanging up on coat racks?” You teased
just a little, but stood up and slid your arms in. “Jack? Want to
give me a hand.’
yeah sure.” He agreed with a smile. The straps were all fastened
tightly, leaving you standing there basically hugging yourself.
have two minutes. Starting….. now.” Dylan hit the 'start’ button
on his timer on his phone and watched you struggle to get out.
Straight jackets were nothing. Honestly, it felt more like an insult
to your abilities than anything. You were capable of a lot more. But,
it was understandable that there was only so much you could do in
this little apartment. The jacket was off in 1 minute and 17 seconds.
Plenty of time to spare.
since I’ve proved that a few straps can’t hold me back, do yourself
a favor and look up my real stuff on YouTube. I’ll be in the shower.”
Not giving him a chance to argue, you turned on your heels and went
to the bathroom to shower off. Dylan did just that while you
showered, watching videos while Jack helped the other two clean up.
He kept sneaking glances to the bathroom door, his mind not leaving
you. There was a certain kind of spunk you had that he really liked.
The others noticed, but didn’t say anything. And they wouldn’t until
they were sure that you both had feelings for each other.
“Danny. Danny. Danny. Danny. Danny. Danny. Danny.”
“Yes Y/N.” I watched as he shuffled his cards again, practicing the easy card tricks he’d perfected long ago.
“Show me a new one.” He smiled, moving down to pat the seat next to him on the couch.
“Sure thing kiddo. Come'er”
Meeting Jack while playing “tails left, heads right”.
You walked aimlessly through the streets
of New York. Your destination was not very specific as you were playing the “tails
left, heads right” game with yourself. After turning a corner, you flipped the
coin. Left you turned. You flipped again. Right this time. After a few more
flips, you were walking through Central Park.
“One last flip,” you muttered to
yourself as your eyes darted between the Nature Observatory and Shakespeare
Garden. You flung the quarter high in the air, watching it with anticipation as
it flipped over itself again and again.
Just when the quarter began its descend
downward, a hand flung out above your face, grabbing the shiny object out of
“Hey!” you yelled, your head snapping
into its proper position. Your eyes locked on a pair of dark chocolate brown
eyes. The man standing in front of you had a boyish face, and an even more
boyish grin plastered across is, showing you a set of perfect white teeth.
“You play that game, too?” the man
asked, the Adam’s apple in his throat bobbing as he rolled the coin between his
“Tails left, heads right?” you
questioned, the smirk on his face making your own lips for a side smile.
He nodded. “I prefer tails right, heads
left but same concept,” he chuckled, meeting your eyes. He held out his hand. “I’m
You studied him for a moment, taking in
the all black outfit he wore, complete with a black leather jacket. You
wondered how someone could wear such an outfit in the unusually warm New York
weather. Snapping yourself out of your study, you extended your hand. “(Y/N).”
His fingers latched around your hand,
slightly pulling you closer to him. You felt the hard material of the quarter
in his palm, taking it with you as you extracted your hand from his group.
Jack smiled at you lightly. “Is that
your lucky quarter or something?” he joked, rubbing the back of his neck with
one hand and shoving the other into a back pocket.
You bit your bottom lip as you tried to
hide your smile. “It is now,” you spoke, the words rolling off your tongue with
more confidence than you ever remembered speaking.
You bit the inside of your cheek
nervously as Jack looked at you with a twinkle in his eye. “I love a girl who
isn’t afraid to speak her mind,” he laughed.
Jack’s laugh made you laugh, the action
relaxing your body. “So, which did you get?” you asked him, holding up your
Jack shrugged, his hands extending in a “Who
knows?” motion. “I didn’t get a chance to toss it. I saw you and just had to
stop your choice, just in case you were extremely religious about finishing
Again, you laughed. You could not
remember the last time you felt your chest heave so much with laughter. “I can’t
decide if I want to slap you for being such a flirt or let you drag me along
with you on your journey.”
Now, Jack laughed at your joke. “I’m
hoping it’s neither and you let me take you somewhere.”
“Like a date?” you blurted, possibly too
“If you want to call it that,” he
blushed, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck.
You looked down at your feet as one
absentmindedly drew invisible circles in the grass, the green blades bouncing
back up with each passing. The quarter rolled between your fingers, your mind
thinking about how long you should wait to give him an answer.
You looked back up at Jack whose own
head was tilted downward as he played with a quarter of his own. He was biting
his own lip, his nerves showing.
“I’ll make you a deal,” you said, Jack’s
head shooting up to look at you. His eyes widened in anticipation for what you
may say. “Tails yes, heads no.”
Jack smirked. “How about tails my
apartment for takeout of your choice, and heads your apartment for takeout of
You smiled, this game become your
favorite already. “My choice of food either way? I’m game!” you exclaimed, your
quarter soaring into the air just as a light breeze blew across your face.
This time, Jack let you catch it. You
flipped it onto the back of your hand, showing it to Jack.
“So, what would you like for your first
meal at the House of Jack?” Jack smiled, rubbing his hands together.
You smiled at him, grateful to not be
going to your tornado-torn apartment. “I love pizza,” you told him.
“Wow, you already know the key to my
heart,” he winked, taking your hand in his as the two of you begun walking.
“Oh, I know the way to more than just a
man’s heart,” you winked back, but quickly threw a hand over your mouth and
mentally cursing yourself for saying something so utterly stupid.
Even so, Jack laughed. “Not that I don’t
want to, but I’m hoping to keep you around much, much longer than one night.”
Your heart fluttered in your chest. It
was as though it had grown wings like a butterfly, flapping those wings
furiously to escape and land in Jack’s rough hands.
“What?” Jack asked you. “Did I say
something weirder than you?”
You shook your head, a blush creeping up
from the base of your neck. “No, of course not! Your weirdness doesn’t beat
“Stick around. You’ll see some pretty
weird things!” Jack said, kicking a rock off to the side of the grass when you
reached the pavement.
You giggled, enjoying the feeling of
another’s company. It had been months since you held a conversation with
someone for longer than five minutes, and you planned on savoring every second.
“So, (Y/N),” he echoed, flashing a grin
“Tell me something you love.”
He took a quick glance at you,
scratching the back of his head. “Magic,” he threw out.
You gasped, coming to a quick halt. “Me
“Oh, this is going to be the beginning
to something great!” Jack smiled, wrapping his arms around you in a strong hug
that you never wanted to leave.