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teddypines · 6 days

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Cat and Coulson

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Sumary: Cat got left alone for the day as the Avengers went on a mission. She meets some new people and spents time with her favourite S.H.I.E.L.D personel.

Fun fact: Cat's full name is Cupcake Amelia Tessa. Thor, thought of the Cupcake part and is very proud of it.

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(Cats pov.)

I was home alone. I was alone at home, and they left me! Okay, okay, that may be a bit dramatic. Everyone is just on a mission or at home with their family.

But I am bored, and I don't like that. I need attention and love!

As I was sitting on the couch, when the most amazing idea popped into my head. S.H.I.E.L.D. is also here. I can visit my favorite agents. I just need to get there. I jumped off the couch and made my way to the door. As I wandered around the hallway on my way to S.H.I.E.L.Ds floor, I greeted everyone who I saw with a happy meow. I love greeting the S.H.I.E.L.D agents, they are always so sweet and nice when I meow at them.

When I reached S.H.I.E.L.Ds lab, I jumped on one of the work benches to greet Fitz and Simmons. They didn't hear me at first, because of the man they were talking to. He was big, really tall and muscular. Also a bit furry in some way. I meowed a bit louder, and they turned to me. Fitz and Simmons looked really happy to see me and started petting me, saying the sweetest words. The man looks a bit grumpy, I wonder what he's doing here.

I meowed happily at Fitz and Simmons and purred loudly. The grumpy man rolled his eyes a bit. "So you are just gonna pet a random cat that walked in?" The men said to Fitz and Simmons, which made Fitz gasp a bit. "This is not just some random cat! This is Cat! The Avengers cat, and S.H.I.E.L.DS mascot! She is our precious kitty!" Fitz said to the grumpy man. I like how Fitz gets mad in a cute way, I know Simmons likes that too.

"Yeah, yeah, it's just a cat" The man said as he waved Fitz's comments off. "She me be just a cat to you, Logan, but she means a lot to us. Now i bet you want to go to Coulson'' Simmons said to me after telling the grumpy man, who I guess is named Logan, that I am not just a cat. I meowed when she mentioned Coulson. I really wanted to take a nap on his lap. It was just the perfect nap place.

Simmons laughed and picked me up. "I'll be right back, got to bring this fluffball to Coulson" She tells Logan and Fitz before carrying me to Coulson's office.

Simmons carried me all the way to Coulson's office and dropped me off at the door before leaving me alone. Of course the door was closed and Simmons forgot to knock on it for me. I guess, I'll just have to do what i do best, be an annoying little demon. I moewed loudly and started to scratch the door with my paws. “MreooooooW! MrREoooOow!” finally after a few really loud meows, Coulson opened his office door and let me inside. “We should really get you more cat doors.” Coulson laughed while closing the door.

I just jumped onto Coulson's desk and waited for him to sit back in his spinny chair. Coulson sighed once his papers got messed up and squished by my butt. I love teasing him like this. Coulson fixed the small mess I made and got back to work. He was amazing, tho i could see all the things that happened over the years took a toll on him. He looked a bit older than what he actually was and he had smile lines, but those were a good thing.

"What do you think, would Tony like it if I cut off half of his party founds?" Coulson asked me. I looked up and meowed twice, he of course knew that ment no. "You're tight he wouldn't, but he will just have to deal with it" Coulson laughed and typed away on his keyboard.

Over the next hour I napped on Coulson's desk, papers and keyboard as he tried to work on his important S.H.I.E.L.D business. I slowly stretched and got into Coulson's lap before continuing my nap.

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(Third person pv)

It was late at night when the Avengers finally got back to the compound. Everyone was tried and done with the day, yet Cat wasn't anywhere to be found. Thor panicked the most out of everyone. Clearly the tired god couldn't take not seeing his favorite little kitty cat before bed.

“We need to find Cupcake! What if someone catnapped her! What if she is stuck and can't call for help?!” Thor said panicky as he paced around the room.

“It's okay Thor Cat is smart enough to not be catnapped” Natasha reassured Thor as she as she helped Wanda clean a small cut on her arm “I bet she's probably somewhere warm, taking a nice long nap”

This did not reassure Thor at all. “But she's just a kitty.” “A strong independent kitty, Thor. Never underestimate a angry kitty” Pietro said, knowing all too well how sharp Cat's nails can be. “never underestimate a kitty, Thor, never”

Steve walked into the room again after changing into his pajamas, just catching the last bit of the conversation. “What's going on?” “Thor is panicking over why Cat hasn't shown up yet” Bucky answered as he walked up to Steve. Giving his cheek a quick kiss and left the room to go shower. “Owh, i guess she's with Phill then”

“Phill?” Tony asked, confused. “Yes, Phill, you know agent Coulson?” Steve answered with a raised eyebrow. “No, no, we went over this. His first name is agent, not Phill.” Tony said stubbornly, not accepting that Coulson's first name was Phill and not agent. Everyone just sighed at Tony's stubbornness, except Thor. He ran to find Cat as soon as he heard Steve say she might be with Coulson.

Cat and Coulson were peacefully napping in Coulson’s office when Thor bursted through the door. Thor didn’t realize that the two of them were asleep. He was about to say something when Loki put a hand over Thor’s mouth. “Don’t brother, let them sleep. Cat will find her way back to you when she is ready.” Loki whispered to Thor as he looked over at the peaceful Cat and agent. Thor pouted, but listened to Loki and left to go to bed. Loki looked at Cat and Coulson and took a quick picture of the two. Of course for blackmail, totally not because he thought they looked cute. He left the office door open just a tiny bit and went to bed himself.

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mortalfaerie · 29 days

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡

Chapter Two: Draw No Blade, Spill No Blood

Cregan Stark x (Strong)Velaryon! OC

Celaena Velaryon is the younger twin of Jacaerys by minutes. When war comes, she is sent to Winterfell to ensure House Stark's loyalty. In return, Cregan Stark only wants one thing: Celaena to be his wife.

tw: graphic depictions of traumatic childbirth/miscarriage, stillbirth (visenya)

Celaena was predictable. Each day in the afternoon, she took to the skies to fly with Seasmoke alone - for hours even, if the weather allowed for it. On that fateful day, the clouds had finally parted after days to allow her to soar as long and as far as she desired, and she wasted not a minute of daylight. Returning to the cliffside by the castle, her hair was windswept from its braid and her cheeks were whipped red from the breeze. She stood, smoothing her hand over her dragon’s scaled flank and telling him praises in High Valyrian, when her younger brother ran to her, his face as grim as she had ever seen him.

“Lucerys,” she greeted, her stomach twisting as she saw his expression. “What is it? What’s happened?”

“Our grandsire, the king, is dead,” he said, panting. “Mother went into labor when she learned the news,” he managed to get out.

“No.” Was all she could say in response. It was too soon, much too soon - and grabbing the lengths of her riding cloak in hand, she tore off down the expanse to the keep.

She skidded into the great hall on the stone floors, where her stepfather was hearing reports from the kingsguard who had brought the news. From her chamber, her mother screamed in pain and called out for her husband. He was heedless to her pleas, and with gritted teeth, Celaena climbed the stairs two at a time until she reached the landing before her mother’s chamber. A guard tried to deny her entry but she shoved past him and through the doors.

Inside, her mother wailed, clutching at the postbeam of her bed. Her ladies and midwives pleaded with her to let them help, but she swatted each of them off of her as they tried.

“Mother!” Celaena cried out, sounding choked. Her mother looked at her for just a moment before crying out again in pain.

“Princess,” Elinda Massey came to Celaena’s side, pleading. “She won’t allow anyone to touch her, but she needs help. The babe is coming too soon, she must submit to care.”

The plea was implicit, and Celaena nodded. Slowly, as though approaching a wild animal, she walked towards her mother.

“Lady mother - your grace,” she said softly, coming to stand several feet away from her at the other postbeam. She grasped it, just as her mother did, and tried to speak gently to her.

“Please, please, mother,” she said, her heart in her throat as she watched her mother strain and gasp. “Let us help. Let me help. Please,” she asked.

“No!” Rhaenyra ground out, her knees buckling beneath her. Celaena went to her side, shouldering her weight.

“Don’t touch me,” the princess-turned-queen wailed brokenly, but she could not remove her weight from her daughter’s support, she had not enough strength.

“Mother, please,” Celaena croaked. “Please, please, you know I will not leave you. Beseech me not to, please, and let these ladies help you.”

“They will kill me,” Rhaenyra insisted, “They will have me dead, just as my father.”

“Nobody!” Celaena insisted. “Nobody will hurt you, this is Dragonstone, you are safe!”

“I am alone,” Her mother sobbed. Celaena met the eyes of Elinda Massey and her other ladies and conveyed with a jerk of her head to approach slowly.

“Mother,” she said gently, “Please, we must get you into bed. Let me help,” she persisted.

Rhaenyra cried but nodded weakly, and the other ladies came to her side. With much effort, they got her into the bed. The midwives said that it wouldn’t be long, and did what they could to calm her. They offered her milk of the poppy but she bitterly refused, and only clutched at Celaena’s hand as the pains came more and more frequently.

At last, the babe came free into the midwife’s arms, but no cry of life came from her. The queen turned her face and wept into the pillow, and Celaena clutched her close. Gently, Elinda came to her lady’s side.

“It was a girl, your grace.” She said, smoothing back Rhaenyra’s hair. Celaena could feel her tears spill over - a sister. She would have had a sister. Her mother had told her before, sitting before the fire at night, that they wanted to call her Visenya.

Rhaenyra wept. Elinda spoke gently to her, assuring her that they did all they could, that it couldn’t have been helped, as Celaena climbed into the bed beside her, clutching her mother like a child. The midwives moved quietly, taking away the bloodied sheets and swaddling the silent child. They placed her on a pillow at the side table, as the new queen began to quiet in her sobs. When the midwives left the room out of respect, only Elinda and Celaena flanked her.

Elinda had been the most recent lady-in-waiting Rhaenyra had taken on and had joined them on Dragonstone after she wed Daemon. She was a loyal and dedicated supporter of her queen and wept along with her and the queen’s eldest daughter at the sudden turn of events. They sat in silence together, huddled like children, until at last, Rhaenyra’s breathing levelled into an exhausted sleep.

Gradually, Celaena shifted her mother’s frame to her lady. “I must tell the family,” she said quietly, and Elinda nodded.

“I will be with her if she wakes.” The older woman assured her.

Celaena left the room in silence and proceeded down the hall. At the upper landing of the stairs, Lucerys sat and Jacaerys paced. When they saw her, she made to speak but felt her face fall. Her twin caught her in an embrace before she could cry again, and held her close.

“The baby didn’t survive.” He stated more than asked. Celaena shook her head against his shoulder, and he smoothed her hair back. “It’s alright. It’s alright. You did what you could, Celaena.” he insisted. She heard Luke stand and felt him hug her too, and the three of them - the un-innocent three of them, the three bastards guilty of maiming their uncle, the three who bore the weight of their existence - clutched each other.

When finally Celaena pulled back, she said, “Let’s go down. They need to know.”

In silence, they went down the staircase together and into the great hall, where Daemon stood pouring over maps. He nodded for the soldiers to leave the room upon seeing them. Jacaerys squeezed Celaena’s hand, and she spoke.

“Mother is asleep now. The babe didn’t make it,” she drew in a sharp breath. “A girl.”

Stoicly, Daemon nodded. He was a man not prone to outward shows of emotion, but his anguish was evident in the way he looked away from them for a moment, composing himself. When he faced them again, he said, “She should sleep for now. She will need her strength for what comes next.”

It was dawn when they took the bundled and silent body of their would-be sister to the courtyard of the keep, where Syrax waited for her rider. Anxiously, the golden dragon shifted her weight from clawed foot to clawed foot, until she saw Rhaenyra approach leaning on her husband’s arm. The beast nosed at Rhaenyra, mussing her hair and whining her high-pitched noise, until Rhaenyra looked up at her and spoke a few words in High Valyrian. They committed Visenya to a dragon rider’s burial and mixed her ashes with those that came before her, and then they went inside to plan their war.

At noon, Rhaenyra summoned her eldest three children to the cliffside. Dressed formally in the colors of House Targaryen and prepared for flight, they stood before her with bowed heads, as befit vassals to their queen. With a slight smile and reminder of that though she had come into her crown, she was still their mother, she spoke.

“It is imperative, at this stage, to ensure the alliances we count on. But, know that in sending you to carry out these tasks, I am sending you as emissaries only.” She said meaningfully.

Luke looked up, seeming to want to argue but thought better of it. Rhaenyra nodded and produced a copy of the Seven Pointed Star from her pockets, and held it out before her.

“Before I give you your work, swear upon this holy book that you will draw no blade in carrying this out, and you will spill no blood in my name.” She instructed.

The three exchanged looks and then stepped forward, one after the other, and uttered statements of “I swear to the Seven-who-are-one, that I will draw no blade and spill no blood in the name of Queen Rhaenyra.”

Satisfied and setting aside the tome, she produced two scrolls. Placing the first one in Luke’s hands, she explained, “Lucerys. I entrust you with this message to deliver to Borros Baratheon. You may remind him of our kinship, as he is kinsman to your grandmother, Rhaenys.”

Lucerys nodded, and Rhaenyra turned to Celaena. “Celaena. I am sending you to the north, to Winterfell, to speak with Cregan Stark and deliver this message. He is closer in age to you than I and is said to be an honorable man. I have never known of a Stark who did not uphold a vow, but nevertheless, House Stark is a crucial ally.”

Celaena accepted the scroll and nodded deferentially to her mother. To Jacaerys, Rhaenyra spoke next.

“Jacaerys. As I am now Queen, you have become in my stead the Prince of Dragonstone, my heir.” She said and took his hands in a motherly gesture. “To you, I give the all-important task of managing this domain. Go to the towns, and speak to the people. Gain their favor. It will be crucial if we ever need, gods forbid, to defend this island.” Though evidently he would have preferred adventure, he nodded his assent to her. “As you wish, your grace,” he replied.

They walked to their dragons, a family unit, as Rhaenyra saw them mount and prepare to leave. Lucerys, and then Jacaerys took to the skies before Celaena mounted Seasmoke. Rhaenyra rested her palm on Seasmoke’s flank and spoke to her daughter again.

“Celaena, my dear. The north holds a significant army, which would be an asset to our cause. If you are confronted with a request that is in your power to grant, I discharge you to do it. Even betrothals are allowed to this end.” She said.

Celaena nodded slowly. “Including my own?” she asked.

Rhaenyra nodded. “Including your own,” she answered. They regarded eachother for a moment before Rhaenyra added, “Be safe, my daughter.”

They parted like that, and for the second time in two days, Celaena took to the skies atop Seasmoke, disappearing into the gathering storm.

#cregan stark #cregan stark x oc #hotd #house of the dragon #jace's twin oc #jacaerys velaryon #celaena velaryon #rhaenyra targaryen

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