Warnings: Swearing and cats... Many cats
Word count: 569

Magnus' POV:

Alec was out on a job last night so he went to sleep straight away on the bed and boy, can that man spread out across the bed so I had to sleep on the couch. The couch! After rearranging the cushions, I covered myself with a pink blanket and lay down as comfortable as possible. Now, you may ask why I don't simply click my fingers and make a King-sized bed appear in the lounge but I can't for I've already tired myself helping some dumb werewolves remove a rabbit bone from their stomach. Like I say, dumb werewolves. But the joke is on dear Alexander because I have a little revenge for making me even consider resting my beautiful head on that dam couch... I'm not going to an evil laugh, it's not my style...

Alec's POV:

Before I can even open my eyes I feel something heavy on my face; I swear to Raziel if Magnus is using me as a cushion again I'm going to dye his whole wardrobe black. I jump upright to see Chairman Meow pounce five feet into the air.
"MAGNUS BANE YOU FUCKTARD!" I scream.

I grab a black sweatshirt from the dresser and pull it over my head before bounding into the living room. Magnus was lay lounging on the couch wearing his silk nightgown... Only the nightgown.
'YOUR CAT WAS SAT ON MY FACE!' I shouted at him.
'I am aware, I put him there,' he replied softly.
'WELL, WH—'
'Did you notice that rhymed? I noticed that rhymed. I planned that speech so it would rhyme just fo—'
'I don't care, Mags. Why was he there in the first place?' I enquired.
'Because you took up the whole bed last night, Alexander. Therefore, I had to sleep on the couch. Instead of my bed. Alone. This is an issue,' Magnus stated, clearly taking himself seriously.
I draped my arms around Magnus' neck and pecked his lips softly, "I'm sorry, your highness. Just wake me up next time babe; I'm sorry..."

3rd POV:

After two more days as well as two more rude awakenings by Chairman Meow, Alec stormed into Magnus' lounge boiling with rage.
    "THAT IS THE LAST STRAW BANE!" Alec shouted.
    "Dear Alexander, what ever is the matter with you on this fine autumn morning?" Enquired Magnus with a smirk.
     "YOU GOT FIFTEEN CATS TO SIT ON MY FACE WHILE I WAS ASLEEP?! WHAT THE HELL MAGS?!" Exclaimed the distressed Shadowhunter.
     "What can I say? A really like cats," chuckled the warlock. Leaving a light kiss on Alec's kiss causing him to blush immensely; he lay his head on Alec and continued to watch Supernatural on Netflix.

Later That Day:

After a day of shopping with Clary, Izzy stumbled into her brothers apartment seeking her clutch which she'd left on the dreadful night of Truth or Dare (a tale for another day, smol children). She took a glance at the TV and caught a glance of a certain tall man with a clean cut jawline yet was engrossed instantly into the fascinating world of Supernatural.
Releasing everything in her hands, Isabelle dropped to the floor into a pile of cats then slyly stole a pot of popcorn from Alec's lap occasionally squeezing a cat almost suffocating them all.

Never trust a Lightwood with a cat...