Magnus was woken by the acrid smell of death. His eyes darted around the room frantically, but his frenzied actions were to no avail. A large creature with matted fur and sharp, gleaming claws lay nestled on Magnus' face. The creature made some obscure noises, some of which reminded him of snoring. He also quickly found out that he was unable to breathe. Panicking and visualizing a gruesome end, the warlock shot up, causing the creature to screech and pinwheel through the air. It's limbs were stretched out and flailing helplessly. Magnus sighed in exasperation, hearing an audible thump from its landing. Seconds later, a mess of fur appeared, its face displaying one of pure hatred as it high-tailed away, mewling in complaint.

"Chairman Meow!" He rolled over and climbed out of bed, about to slip into his designer slippers only to realize that they were inhabited. By rats. Dead rats, that is. So that explains the horrid smell. Magnus shook his head, feeling utterly betrayed by Chairman Meow's behaviour despite his futile attempts to train him. Of course, he had gotten many warnings that his cat training lessons would not help at all, but he had simply waved them off with a brush of blue glitter.

Magnus kicked away his slippers and instead, sat on the rug and slowly scooted towards the closet. "I refuse to travel on my feet if I am denied the privilege of fabulous footwear," he mused.

Minutes later, Chairman Meow's morning was interrupted for the second time by Magnus' bedroom door abruptly swinging open to reveal a glamorously dressed High Warlock of Brooklyn. If Chairman Meow could see the vibrant shades of red and pink Magnus adorned himself with, he would most definitely regret his decision of opening his eyes.

After crawling to his front door, Magnus grabbed two random shoes strewn on the carpet. He put them on and promptly marched to the kitchen. What he didn't realize was that one shoe was an out of fashion Ugg, and the other was a tattered summer sandal. Oh no, he was focusing too much on the glorious aroma of coffee wafting through his hallways to be bothered by a petty shoe crisis- although a fashion crisis was still very important. His morning needs simply had to be fulfilled before his brain could function properly.

Wait. Magnus freezes in terror. Coffee? When did I make coffee? Did Chairman Meow learn the ancient art of my favourite roast in a matter of minutes? Magnus leans on the wall, considering a future career as a cat trainer. What if he's known how to make coffee all along? That sneaky little furball. He marvelled at his brilliant new discovery, and continued his trek to the kitchen.

Magnus had barely made it through the corridor before he was practically barreled over. He cursed loudly and stumbled back, a scalding hot, mysterious brown liquid drenching his shirt. Ah, well. It wasn't his favourite anyways. Magnus ruffled his hair in frustration, opened his mouth to release his wrath at someone before he was stopped by a fountain of babbled words.

"ImsosorryMagnusIdidn'tseeyouandIthoughtIwouldbringyoucoffeetowakeyouupandyouwouldbehappyandI-"

The words were stopped when Magnus firmly pressed his lips to the "intruder's", who's piercing blue eyes widened. The "intruder" just so happened to be Alec.

Magnus reaches down and grabs hold of the hem of his shirt, lifting it slightly without breaking the kiss. The shadowhunter flushes and grabs Magnus' hand, stopping him.

"We can't- Not here-" He stutters, avoiding Magnus' eyes completely. The warlock snorts, gently prying Alec's hands off.

Magnus nudged Alec. "I'm not trying to seduce you. I'm using my already ruined shirt as a mop, because if I didn't I would have to either use my new, wonderful smelling towels or leave the mess on my floor. And you know either option simply will not do." He then proceeded to dry the puddle of coffee, shuffling around on his knees. "I'm not saying that you wanting me to seduce you isn't an attractive thought though."

Alec bit his lip, clearly embarrassed by his mistake and sheepishly shoved both hands into the pocket of his jeans. He cleared his throat awkwardly, asking in a small voice if Magnus needed help. Although the warlock had just stood up, finished with the task, Alec already started moving towards him.

At that exact moment, Chairman Meow seemed to have spotted something and began running, headed straight towards the shadowhunter. With his claws outstretched, the cat pounced on Alec, which had him sprawling over Magnus, effectively knocking the warlock over and pinning him down on the marble floor. While Alec took a second to realize what had happened, Magnus smirked, fully assessing the situation. Well, who wouldn't want an attractive shadowhunter pinning one down to one's apartment floor?

Although he rather liked the situation, Magnus took the initiative and rolled over, freeing himself and in return, pinning Alec's arms down at his sides. Before Alec could begin his usual flustered blabber, Magnus leaned in for a gentle kiss, not at all like the one Alec had been expecting- although he definitely had no complaints. Encouraged by the touch, the shadowhunter deepened the kiss and pulled Magnus closer to him. Alec could smell the faint scent of sandalwood and burnt sugar on Magnus' clothing. The latter could've been a result of magic used earlier- not what Alec was feeling was anything less than magical.

At that time, another unlikely event happened, although Magnus definitely liked the first one

"Alec? I know you wanted to surprise Magnus with coffee but we're going to be late for the-" Jace's eyes flitted across the scene he had stumbled upon, with Magnus shirtless and on top of Alec. Not to mention that they had been kissing quite passionately. "... Am I interrupting something?"

Magnus' head snapped up and he shot Jace a deadly glare, reaching down to his feet and taking off the Ugg before proceeding to throw it at Jace's golden head. Of course, the Herondale had ducked and the shoe hit Chairman Meow, who had made his way behind him and yowled, but Magnus could pretend that the thud he heard was the shoe hitting his target

"Finally found a use for those old things," he muttered. He then began to gag. Internally, of course. How could he, the most fashionable downworlder in any dimension, wear those?

"Sorry Magnus, Jace and I need to get going," Alec apologized, red steadily creeping up his neck.

Jace snorted and tossed his hair, crossing his arms. "About time. You're lucky I got here before the warlock took off more than his shirt or else you'd never get to that appointment."

"Ah yes. The wonder that is my abdomen is pretty amazing, I know." Magnus helped Alec up and ushered the two shadowhunters out of his apartment. Alec suddenly wrinkled his nose and tugged on Magnus' sleeve. He leaned closer to whisper in Magnus' ear, and Jace shook his head, walking himself out.

"By the way, Magnus- could you please explain why you smell like dead rodents?"


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