1 Work in Favorite Malec Stories
He’s content to simply lounge there, at the edge of his own apothecary, and watch as his beloved putters around as if he belongs right at the epicenter of Magnus’ very being. Alec meticulously grinds up werewolf claws and ginseng root, measuring out amounts with an expression of concentration that is equal part amusing and endearing.
It occurs to Magnus, abruptly and almost painfully with its full weight, that Alec would have made a stunning warlock.
- Part 10 of Dux Bellorum One-Shots