My second idea is Chairman getting his dads back together because Magnus basically goes insane hearing him whining all day and night after Alec move out 😬
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Sorry I'm so late <3 Also this is slightly different from what you requested but I'm sure you'll love it 🥰
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Chairman Meow was sad.
It didn’t matter, though. No matter how pitifully he meowed at the shiny hooman, he refused to move from his place on the couch. He just snapped his fingers and food appeared in the bowl. There were no pets. No praises - not even when Chairman managed to hunt down a rat! No more of those nights where the hooman placed him in his lap and groomed him with an exquisite brush.
There was another hooman, up until a few days ago. He wasn’t shiny like Chairman’s first hooman, but he was very fluffy and his coat was always soft when Chairman went to lie on him.
The fluffy hooman always brought him tasty food and novel toys. He’d always pet Chairman, even cuddle with him every night until shiny hooman arrived and threw him out. Fluffy hooman also played with Chairman a lot. They’d had fun for hours as they hunted strange bright pink and orange mice with skin so thick not even Chairman’s teeth could pierce them, and chased strange red flies that glowed and hovered on the walls which Chairman could never manage to catch.
Chairman missed the fluffy hooman.
He didn’t know where the fluffy hooman went. Sometimes he could hear his voice, and when he followed it, he always found the shiny hooman crying like a baby kitten on the couch.
Right now, the shiny hooman was lying on the couch as always, eyes dull and staring up at the ceiling. He wasn’t even looking shiny anymore. Chairman had meowed at him five times earlier, but other than snapping his fingers and summoning food the first time, the hooman didn’t respond.
Whiskers furrowed, Chairman headed into the big room where shiny hooman and fluffy hooman spent all their nights. He headed into a second doorway, where a lot of coats hung in the air, some lying in a pile on the ground.
Hoomans, curiously, were capable of shedding their coats very efficiently - sometimes even putting those same coats back on! Right now, Chairman was digging in a pile of coats, looking for a particular one.
He found what he was looking for - a wounded, worn out greyish coat with the distinctive scent of the fluffy hooman. Chairman pulled it free of the other coats and sniffed at it carefully, memorizing the scent.
He had to take matters into his own paws now. He was going to find the fluffy hooman.
It was simple enough sneaking out.
One of the strange hoomans that often visited had come to the house, and shiny hooman was arguing with them at the door. Neither of them noticed as Chairman slinked between their feet and bolted down the stairs.
He could detect the fluffy hooman’s scent. It was very faint, but it was there. A ray of hope shot through Chairman’s heart. He would find the fluffy hooman, and bring him back home, and he’d get cuddled everyday and the shiny hooman wouldn’t be sad anymore.
Chairman burst through the front door, fur immediately bristling at the onslaught of - well, everything. Chairman loved the sunshine, but there was too much of it out here. There were too many sounds, and too many smells, and so so many hoomans!
Chairman Meow sniffed frantically, panicking when he realised he couldn’t smell the fluffy hooman anymore. No!
He couldn’t go back up now, if only he could catch a single whiff, he could find the hooman and-
Chairman yelped as long claws dug into his fur, pulling him off the ground. He thrashed, demanding to be put down, but paused when he heard a familiar voice.
“Chairman!” It was the shiny hooman. “What are you doing?! You almost gave me a heart attack!”
Chairman wriggled piteously, trying to escape the grip of the shiny hooman, but it didn't work. He turned back into the building, taking Chairman with him.
“I just talked with Avery for what, a minute? And you ran out! How could you?! What would I do without you, huh? It's bad enough that I lost Al-”
The shiny hooman stopped talking, walking up the stairs back to their home. Chairman had given up fighting now, and simply hung limply from his hooman's hand.
His plan had failed. He could never find the fluffy hooman now.
Chairman was starting to feel like the shiny hooman. He wanted to lie down somewhere and never move again, too.
The front door opened and as soon as the hooman stepped inside, Chairman wiggled vigorously, freeing himself of the hooman’s grasp. He landed on his paws and dashed further into the house.
“Hey! Chairman!”
Chairman didn’t stop till he reached the pile of coats from earlier, and dove headfirst into them. So be it. He wouldn’t move anymore, either. He’d spend the rest of his life here wishing for the fluffy hooman to return.
Footsteps sounded from outside.
“Lilith, what’s gotten into you today- Oh.”
Chairman’s ears perked up as the shiny hooman stepped inside slowly, kneeling next to the pile of coats. A knuckle brushed against the top of his head, drawing out a purr despite himself.
“Oh, you silly thing. You miss him too, don’t you?”
Chairman meowed in the affirmative. The hooman’s finger slipped under his chin, scratching him there.
The hooman sighed. “I’m so sorry, Chairman. He isn’t coming back.”
The scratching stopped. Chairman looked up, and found his hooman looking off to the side, tears pooling up in his eyes. A single drop slipped free, rolling down his cheek.
Oh.
Mewing gently, the Chairman pulled himself free from the pile of coats and climbed up his hooman’s arm, perching himself on his shoulder just as the first sob wrenched itself free and the tears began to flow.
Days passed.
The shiny hooman was beginning to move around again. Chairman began to busy himself too. There were rats to catch all around the house. Patches of sunlight that beckoned for him to take a nap. And he’d discovered that if he climbed on the shiny hooman’s desk while he was sitting there, he’d stop whatever he was doing and pay him attention.
Presently, Chairman was on the balcony, relieving his aching nails on the plank of wood the shiny hooman had set out for this very purpose. The front door opened, bringing with it the familiar meows of the shiny hooman and-
Oh.
There was a familiar scent in the door.
Chairman slinked back into the house through the open door of the balcony, and there he was, standing and smiling next to the shiny hooman, wearing one of his fluffy black coats.
His instincts getting the better of him, Chairman mrowled and dashed to him, leaping at his hind legs. The hooman gasped, but then his forelimbs were wrapping around the Chairman, pulling him close to his chest. The shiny hooman was laughing, and he finally seemed to be back to his shiniest self.
“Hey there, Chairman.” the fluffy hooman’s unusual blue eyes were sparkling. “Did you miss me?”
Chairman purred and buried himself further into the hooman’s coat, content.
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