Erm so... Hiya again, it's me. So I'm really bad at writing multi chapter stories but oh well. so I own nothing (sucks bad D:) and I don't know if I got mags backstory right but I added in some bits I thought was cool. So R&R please and enjoy

"Tell me a bedtime story."

Alec lay in Magnus' canary coloured bed, staring up at the fuchsia ceiling. Magnus sat cross legged carefully painting his nails. He glanced up from his nails at Alec's pale face. He was so pale, he could almost pass for a vampire. His inky black hair fanned on the glowing pillow case. Magnus frowned, confused, and Alec smiled tiredly at the Warlock.

"Please?"

Hearing the sincerity in Alec's voice made Magnus' heart melt. He put his glittery nail polish aside on the beside table, and blew on his nails to dry them. Magnus lightly stroked Alec's cold cheek and nodded, just a small inclination of his head.

"Once upon a time there was a Warlock. He didn't know what he was, and he was hated for it. When the Warlock was five, his mother hung herself. He ran into the barn looking for her, she was always the one that loved him more. When his father came home, the young warlock was so scared. He had never seen his father so angry, or so broken."

Magnus paused and smiled at the young shadow hunter. Alec had his eyes shut tight, as if to protect himself from the demons of the world.

"The boys father grabbed him by the hair, and took him down to the river that was behind the house. His father pushed him into the water and held him there for a long time. The boy couldn't breathe, and he was scared, terrified. But also very angry, so angry in fact that all his powers came bubbling up, right to the surface. He burnt his father right were he stood, calling down fire from all over the place."

Alec made a quiet choked sound in the back of his throat and shifted so his head was lying in Magnus' lap. Sapphire eyes gleamed in the darkness, glowing with such love and happiness that everything melted away. Magnus leant down so that there foreheads were touching then softly kissed Alec's ruffled black hair and straightened up again.

"After that he went to live in a orphanage. The Warlock was always left out because of his eyes, they were so strange. Like a cats eye, with a slitted pupil and green gold colour. The other kids at the orphanage used to laugh and tease him because he liked to paint on himself with the rock paints the carers got specially made. Eventually when the boy was ten, scary hooded men came to take him away. He lived with them for a while, and they gave him a name. He loved the men, and he somehow ended up in Madrid. When the Warlock was 19, he reached his eternal age. He was so glad that he wasn't going to look like a old person for eternity, because that would be dreadful."

Magnus chuckled lightly to himself, and began softly stroking Alec's hair, comforting both the young shadow hunter and the warlock. He felt Alec's breathing even out until it hit the steady rhythm of sleep. He watched for a time, just the breathing of the beautiful creature, until he felt like they were floating together in a eternal paradise. Just the two of them.

"He wandered around the world for so long, sometimes with his two friends. Sometimes on his own. Eventually he settled down in London, around 1880, he met an amazing girl. She quickly became his best friend, there whenever he needed her, and vice versa. Tessa, the girls name was, and she was always so conflicted. Torn between the silver ice, or the black fire. The Warlock always thought that she would have been better with the silver ice, but he had to go and make himself a Silent Brother. The boy just wandered around the world for a while, before he came to America. While he was wandering the world, he changed. It might have been for the better, he didn't know. Doesn't know. He got a lot more sparkly and vibrant, accepting that his London lover won't come crawling back like he usually does."

Magnus shivered and gently shifted a sleeping Alec onto his own pillow before settling down beside the black and blue beauty. Alec soft breath tickled his nose and he smiled softly, becoming tired himself.

"Then he became the High Warlock of Brooklyn. He threw parties and life was a blur of boring people and one night stands, and just screwing around with the clients. Then one day some Nephilim turned up at one of his parties. He wasn't very happy about it at first, but then he spotted the most beautiful man in the world. He was forced to leave the man behind to speak with the red headed girl, who had a lot of problems on her own, and he was very impatient to get rid of her. He invited the beautiful man back, and thankfully he came."

Magnus dropped his head down completely, relaxing the tense muscles in his tanned neck. He sighed gratefully, letting his heavy eyelids drop. Against the blackness threatening to swallow him, Magnus heard Alec stir and whisper,

"And here we are now. I love you Magnus."

His last coherent thought before he drifted off to sleep was,

I love you too, Alec. My beautiful.

yay! Are authors allowed to die of fluffiness overload? I just thought it was cute... Anyway leave a REVEIW and I will be eternally grateful and ill write more Malec fluff. Or at least semi fluff. so yeah peace out.