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Connor is a machine that has no one to control it.
Markus is alive and deviant but feels more under someone else’s control than ever before.
Elijah Kamski likes to think of himself as a voice of reason.
____Takes place just after “Last Chance, Connor”
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Jack huffs a breath, forcing a smirk. "Didn’t take you for the type to dye your hair."
Daniel lets out a humorless sound, his eyes flicking up just long enough to meet Jack’s. "Well," he rasps, "I didn’t take you for the type to start doing cheap cruise performances."
Jack’s smile falters. He steps closer, really looking at him now. "Danny… why are you h—"
He stops.
Tucked against Danny’s chest, wrapped in a worn blanket, is a baby. A little boy, fast asleep.---- ------ ------
After the Horsemen leave him behind and the police refuse to stop hunting him, J. Daniel Atlas does what he does best- he disappears. He takes on a new name, a new face, and lives a life of borrowed time. But running becomes harder when he's now a father of one without a mother to help him raise the kid.
Danny runs into Jack Wilder again—this time with his child in his arms and nowhere left to run—the past resurfaces along with something neither of them expected.
(Aka Danny and Jack were blind and in love this entire fucking time)
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J. Daniel Atlas had always wanted to fly. He had wondered what it felt like to soar through the clear sky, if the wind would carry him to wherever he wanted with just a thought.
Unfortunately for Daniel, he did not have shift magic.
Dylan Shrike knew too well the dangers of being injured while transformed. He'd once broken a claw landing wrong, and had been stuck as a small bird for two days. Broken ribs, a snapped wing and a bullet wound he wasn't sure had transferred over would probably take a lot longer.
Or, a real magic AU where Dylan is stuck as a bird and needs help. Daniel thinks he is the only Horsemen with sense. The others strongly, strongly disagree with that.
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He gasps, covering his mouth as dirt fills the air, obscuring his view. People start pouring out of their own homes, shouts of concern and fear breaking the still morning atmosphere. As the dust clears, a pit miles deep forms in his stomach, rapidly followed by a cold, sharp feeling in his throat.
The building left nothing but ruin is a steady brick apartment building with flowers outside. The same one he'd left not thirty minutes earlier. The same one his team is still inside of.
No.
No.
Not them too.
Or: what if Atlas actually believed it when he said that the other Horsemen are dead?
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“Our man Atlas over there,” Merritt nods towards where Daniel is definitely not still hiding behind Henley, “is a water magician. And judging by this storm? He’s a damn strong one too.”
A surge of nausea at the plain, factual language has the rain outside swelling in tandem. He’s breathing, he is, it’s fine, and he looks over at Jack, helplessly expecting to see disgust in his eyes. Fear, at best. Hatred almost certainly. But to his surprise, when Jack meets his eyes, he looks…none of those things. If Daniel was reading his expression right it was almost…awed. But that wasn’t right. There’s no way.
Jack sees him looking, and opens his mouth. “Other people have magic too?” he asks him wondrously.
“What do you mean ‘too’?” It comes out harsher than Daniel means it.
He shrugs. “I always thought I was a freak — "
Daniel flinches.
“But…I might be magic too. If you guys are, I guess.”
The Horsemen all have magic. Danny has issues. They come together, a little bit at a time.