BBS

magic!

Main characters : Bryce and Ohm :)

enjoy! <3

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Why did I marry a magical bunny?

Bryce knew that he wasn't in Alice in Wonderland, but everything was still quite weird to him. A few months ago, Ryan had proposed to him on a balcony in Paris, leaving Bryce all the more wondering how they even got there in the first place.

Ryan was a magician. He practised his tricks and gimmicks at home, with Bryce acting as his audience, and he never failed to amaze Bryce with his new and fresh tricks. It wasn't just card tricks. There were impossible escape acts, reading of minds, visual magic.. He could do almost anything.

Well, almost.

Bryce knew that every single time Ryan performed, there was always the risk that he wouldn't be back in one piece. He never, ever wanted to watch his lover perish right before his eyes. Who would?

But Ryan wasn't just some little magician trying to make it big. He was goddamn famous. Known for his grey bunny suit and mind-blowing acts, he travelled a lot, but he never, ever left Bryce behind.

But there would always be an exception.

"Bryce?"

"Yeah?"

"I got this deal in New York City. All the big people are going to be there to watch. It pays a whole fuckin' lot, and it'll definitely help with attracting the populace."

"That's great! You should go. Besides, I've been meaning to visit the Big Apple, Statue of Liberty anyway-"

"But you can't tag along." Ryan's voice was hesitant.

"We could even spend a few days sightseeing- wait, what?"

"Bryce, I-" Ryan's voice cracked a little. "I can't.  There's going to be a lot of city hopping. And we can't be booking hotels every 4 hours."

"I-I'll just.. watch you on television then." Bryce gave him a sad smile before walking off, leaving Ryan standing there, alone.

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It was a Sunday morning when Bryce woke up, ready to make some bacon pancakes, only to realize that the pillow next to his was cold.

The other side of the bed was cold.

And Ryan had disappeared without notice.

His heart sank, and suddenly, he felt a little empty. As empty as the sheets next to him.

Television.

His spirits were slightly lifted as he turned on the telly and switched it to the right channel; only to see Ryan's soft hazel eyes and messy brown hair.

"And today, folks, I have for you a few special tricks." A familiar calming voice filled the house. Bryce watched, awed, as Ryan, with a sweep of his hand, held out a bouquet of colourful roses - midnight black, royal blue, amethyst purple, crimson red, sunset orange and many more - before gesturing for his assistant to give them out. "Here's a little gift for all of you, just to kick off tonight's performance!"

The audience let out a series of whoops and applause, and Bryce couldn't help but do the same.

"Go, Ohm!" He whispered, a grin on his face. "I believe in you. I believe you can do it!"

The camera then panned to where the apparently powerful people were sitting, and a few of them were pretty impressed, whereas the others.. well, not really.