sneak peek into my latest au
hey y'all, i’ve been super unmotivated recently and i was really hoping that you guys could leave something positive behind if you read this? just as a reminder that people do like/read my stuff because i could use that right now. thanks guys.
(fair warning, posted on mobile. apologies in advance.)
Because the more you think you see, the easier it’ll be to fool you.
Roman Atlas smirked as he held the cards out in front of him, winking at the gorgeous blonde in front of him. “I’m going to flip through this deck, and you’re going to see one card. I promise.”
She smiled back at him, nodding - of course, Roman knew which card she was gonna see, this is all too easy and of course, she was an amateur and he was the best street magician in years.
He closed his eyes for a bit, pretending to think about the cards. When he was finished, Roman flicked his wrist, quickly fanning the cards out in front of him. “Do you see your card?”
Shaking her head, she batted her eyelashes at him flirtatiously. “No,” she said, still smiling.
Roman grinned. “Then I guess we’ll have to remedy that,” he replied, throwing the cards into the air. The motion directed the audience’s eyes towards the nearby building and they gasped in awe as the side of the building lit up, revealing her card - seven of diamonds.
They all clapped enthusiastically, cheering and whooping for the magic. Roman reveled in it - of course he did, they were clapping and cheering for him, he made that happen, even if it was as simple as simple gets. They were smiling because of him.
Somewhere else, at the same moment, Logan McKinney was having a great day.
He had already made 500 dollars that day, tricking businessmen into believing he was their new business partner and nicking the cash off of them, but it was the cheating husbands who really brought in the money.
“And sleep,” he said, bringing the woman’s head to his shoulder. “And… back awake.” Logan snapped his fingers and the woman jolted up.
He held up a twenty dollar bill. “If you can take this out of my hands, you can have it.” She reached forward but couldn’t grab it, as her fingers were laced together, unable to move. She laughed and Logan grinned back at her, pocketing the twenty dollars. “Alright, I’ll make it easier on you. Just tell me your name,” he teased, watching her struggle to even get the words out.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I’ll set you right in a minute, but right now I think it’s your husband’s turn…” Logan turned to the man. “Let’s see what I can discover.”
The man waved his hands in front of his face. “I - I - that’s unnecessary, sir - “
“No, no, I think you’ll find it’s quite necessary - well, for me, of course - but really, the chance you’ll die from mentalism is infinitesimal, so don’t worry…” He laughed. “Anyways,” Logan continued, staring into his mark’s eyes, “I see… a beach? In… Florida?”
The man tried to look away from Logan’s eyes as he muttered, clearly embarrassed, “It was a business trip.”
Logan tilted his head to the side. “I mean, yes, technically it’s business… What’s her name?” He began listing off letters, stopping when the man jerked ever so slightly backward at “J”. Smirking, Logan turned to the side and started to pace. “J, huh? Maybe Jean, Jane, Janet -”
The man made another jerking motion.
“Janet? Who’s Janet?” Logan glanced over to the man’s wife, who was, through gritted teeth, mumbling something that sounded like “sister”. “Your sister? That’s quite the affair, my friend.”
He sighed. “Listen, I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but - “
“But I can make it all go away!” Logan gave the man a lopsided smile. “For the low, low fee of… oh, let’s make it 300.”
Logan raised an eyebrow. “I know all your secrets. I know things you haven’t even thought about in years… so yeah, let’s make it 350 for my troubles. And,” he drawled, “as the icing on the cake, let’s fix this whole debacle. Every time you think of Janet,” he placed a hand on the man’s head, “you will think of me. Hopefully, that should be enough.”
He backed up, putting the 350 dollars in his pocket, and snapped his fingers. The woman’s head jerked up, confused. Logan smiled apologetically at her and said, “I guess you just can’t be hypnotised. I’m sorry, ma’am, it just doesn’t work on some people…” he trailed off, winking at her husband. He glowered at Logan, placing a hand on his wife’s shoulder as they walked away.
On a boat in New York City, Patton Wilder was about to lose a lot of money.
Of course, they were going to get it back, but it was all in good fun, really, the loss of it. If they never lost it, someone was bound to catch on.
They jumped up onto the front of the boat. “Hello, amazing travelers! I’ve got a simple magic trick for you - simple for me, not simple for you, of course - and if you can figure out how I’ve done it, I’ll give you 100 dollars. Promise.”
The crowd murmured amongst themselves as Patton smiled to themself, pulling a spoon out of their pocket. “I am going to bend this spoon with my mind!” they yelled, causing the crowd to cheer.
They brought their hand up to the side, pretending to force it to bend as they twisted the stem between their fingers.
The crowd cheered, and Patton smiled, basking in it until some guy in a beanie with tastefully expensive glasses walked up and grabbed the spoon out of his hand, showing the rest of the people gathered on the boat the obvious falsity of the trick. He turned to the crowd, waving Patton’s spoon around. “It’s fake!” The man spun back around, holding out his hand. “I believe you owe me some money?”
Patton raised an eyebrow, handing over the hundred dollars - and slyly undoing his watch as they did. “A promise is a promise,” they said, patting the man on the back as they reached into his pocket and removed his wallet. They then nodded to their victim and walked off, speeding up once they were out of the man’s sight.
As Patton jumped off the boat back onto the dock, they heard their mark yell out, “That man! He stole my wallet!”
Patton turned around, affronted. “How dare you assume I’m a man, sir?” they called, giggling as they ran off yet again, enjoying the cacophony raised behind them.
And in a Las Vegas nightclub, Virgil May Reeves was about to die.
Well, only for about ten seconds. But still. Dead.
He hopped up on the third tier of the stage, waving to the audience. “You’ve been so good to me tonight, I don’t know how I can leave!” he called, as they whooped and cheered for him. “Alright, alright. I’ve got one last trick. I’m gonna jump in this tank, save myself, and if I can’t get out in 60 seconds, well, the piranhas will take care of me.” He gestured to the giant cage above him as the crowd gasped.
“Well, let’s get me chained up, shall we? A man’s gotta have his handcuffs, trust me,” Virgil said, winking. “Now, come on, this is getting boring. We’ve got death to defy, people!”
He smiled out at the crowd and shimmied his hips a bit before the platform dropped out from underneath him and he was plunged into the water below.
Virgil made a show of undoing the first handcuff before he dove to the bottom to try and pull out the locks. As he realized he couldn’t undo it, hr started banging on the glass, screaming for help. The crowd tried to help, but the shatterproof glass refused to break.
As the seconds ticked down, Virgil finally managed to get the locks dislodged from the grate and kicked off the bottom, only for the piranhas to drop right as he breached the surface of the water.
People screamed as the water turned red, Virgil’s body disappearing out of view. The panic continued until someone in the back yelled out, “This is crazy! What kind of sick sadist invented this?”, then burst into laughter as the crowd parted around them to reveal Virgil himself. He grinned widely, giving the crowd around him high-fives.
theartofmadeline
titsay
romaincrisis
yousharknotpass
jacobvanloon
areudirty
pixelskylines
