Chapter Text
A Day in the Life of Chairman Meow
5:03am
No one was paying attention to Chairman Meow and that was simply unforgivable. To be fair his owners were still completely asleep. But the Chairman was not a fan of excuses.
The Chairman looked at the sleeping figures of his papa and daddy and he knew exactly what to do. The clever, mischievous feline jumped up at the bottom of the bed, landing gracefully as always. The Chairman looked at the possible paths before him, free space along the edge of the bed on either side of where his parents were intertwined in the center of the bed. With that knowledge in mind, he proceeded directly forward, his tail proudly in the air as he trotted along the entire length of his daddy's body. When he reached his broad shoulder, the chairman took a seat and stared at the face below him, willing it to look back.
The Shadowhunter's soft snores had stopped sometime around when the Chairman had pointedly trampled his thigh, but the Shadowhunter refused to stir. Rude.
The Chairman would have to up his game a notch.
The feline stood from his perch on his daddy's firm shoulder and, with his wet nose held high, stepped down onto his daddy's peaceful face.
The face became slightly less peaceful.
But the loving blue eyes refused to open.
The audacity.
The Chairman took a took a few extra steps on his daddy's face before meowing directly into his ear. The feline turned to the side to peer intently at the face below him, so close he could bump the sleeping man's nose with his own. The Chairman inhaled as the Shadowhunter stirred and...
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
The Shadowhunter settle back into the soft bed below him and his face was peaceful once again, despite the added weight still pressing down on it.
So that's how he wanted to play this game.
His daddy brought this upon himself.
It was time to pull out the big guns.
Still on his daddy's face, the Chairman turned around, raised his bushy tail, and, without a single regret, brought it down to roughly bat his papa in the face.
“WHO DARES AWAKE THE HIGH WARLOCK OF BROOKLYN,” Magnus immediately boomed, shooting up in the bed with crackling fingers, dislodging himself from the warm body that had just a moment ago been encircling his own. In turn, Alec, for all his warrior reflexes and training, proceeded to scream in surprise and roll off the bed, further propelled by little paws that used his face as a launching pad to safety. The Chairman landed delicately in his papa's lap as his daddy landed with a loud thud on the floor, a tangled heap of blankets and limbs.
An innocent meow sounded throughout the room, drawing the warlock's attention and the Shadowhunter's pathetic scowl as he pulled himself up to peek over the side of the bed.
“Oh, good morning Chairman. Did you sleep well, my little prince?” the warlock crooned, the fingers that had been crackling in warning now full of gentle warmth and reaching out to pull the creature into his arms, kissing his little head. The Chairman preened under the affection, soaking it up like a sponge, a happy purr escaping him. This is what he had been waiting for.
The Chairman stretched upwards to lovingly rub his papa's cheek with his own fluffy one. The Chairman may not be able to speak, but his papa received his words loud and clear. “Good morning, Papa” the gesture said, “I love you.” The room was still shrouded in early morning darkness, but the warlock's resulting smile and glistening yellow eyes were full of light.
Suddenly, a noise broke the moment.
As if noticing for the first time that the love of his life was not still molded to the side of his body, Magnus's face crinkled in confusion. Holding the Chairman securely to his chest, he leaned over the far side of the bed to investigate. Both pairs of cat eyes gazed downwards.
“Alexander, what ever are you doing on the floor?” the warlock inquired as he looked at the pitiful sight below him. The mighty warrior looked a little less intimidating as he appeared to engage in a fierce battle against the silk blanket entangling him.
“Gee, I wonder,” the Shadowhunter huffed, finally winning his battle against the wicked fabric and pulling himself back onto the bed. His hair was sticking straight up in every direction as if he had been electrocuted or assaulted by a stray balloon in the night. Nevertheless, he schooled his features into a stern look.
Alec looked at the Chairman.
The Chairman looked back.
Alec blinked slowly.
The Chairman blinked back.
Alec narrowed his eyes in a disapproving glare.
But this time, instead of copying his daddy, the Chairman stretched forwards in his papa's arms to gently boop his fluffy little head against his daddy's bare chest.
Check mate.
His daddy sighed, his frustration immediately melting away and leaving only love behind. An affectionate smile spreading across his face, the warrior reached out to bring the bundle of fur into his own strong but gentle arms.
“Good morning, Chairman,” his daddy crooned, kissing the feline's head just like his papa had.
Finally surrounded by his parents and showered in the affection and attention he deserved, the Chairman purred in complete contentment.
He couldn't agree more. It was a good morning, indeed.