Jon Walker; Dark Lord by
arsenicjade, NC-17
Panic is literally magic.
Okay, seriously just the idea of this is brilliant and then the rest of the story follows. Wow, and brilliant and, wow.
"Brendon," he says. "It's not-- It's just something I was born with, like the way you sing, or the way Ryan writes."
"Okay, well, both of those things follow the laws of physics, but sure, I can see how it's similar."
"Magic has it's own set of natural laws. Not physics, but equally infuriating, I promise you."
"Mag--" Brendon looks at Jon's wand for a second. "Magic." But now he's starting to smile, slowly.
"Please, Brendon, really, this has to be our secret."
Brendon nods earnestly. Jon is totally screwed.