#royal agency

[i-drink-and-i-write-fics]

Just A Moment In Time

Chapter 3: Fatherhood

Summary: You and Everett talk about what he discovered.

Notes: A piece of this was inspired between a convo @tallulahchanel​ and I had.

Also, this will be the last chapter. It was meant to just be a short epilogue kind of fic for Agent or Princess. Thanks for reading!

You can’t remember the last time you slept so well. Maybe you and Everett should move to Wakanda until the baby was born. Would make it easier for you. But then there was your job aspect. Though, you would instantly be pulled from field duty once it was known you were pregnant for the safety of you and your baby. 

A pair of arms pulled you close and you couldn’t help the smile on your face. Today you would work out a way to tell Everett the news. You knew that Nakia and Shuri were right and that Everett would love the idea of being a dad, but that didn’t stop you from being nervous.

You sighed as you felt Everett pull you closer, his breath now tickling your ear. “So, do you have any names picked out or should we ask your cousins for ideas?”

It took a full minute for what he said to process. The lack of caffeine from being pregnant was taking its toll. Wait, did he ask you about names? As in, baby names?! You turned and propped yourself up on one arm to look down at him. He had a smile on his face and you can’t remember the last time he looked so relaxed.

“How did you find out?”

“The kimoyo bead that was left by the bed.” He reached up and stroked your cheek. “I thought it was instructions to care for you since they told me you were sick.”

“Of course,” you sighed as you collapsed back onto the bed. “Shuri should have known better.”

Everett chuckled as he leaned over to kiss you. “It’s not her fault. I was worried and jumped to conclusions.”

“You’re so predictable,” you murmured against his lips. “She should have known better.”

He moved his hand from your face, moving it down your body. You smiled at the touch and opened your eyes when it rested on your stomach. “I can’t wait until we can feel them kick. They’ll be a fighter, like their mom.”

“And if they have their father’s sass?”

Everett chuckled. “Then we’re in trouble.”

You pulled Everett close and celebrated the news of becoming parents before finally getting dressed and heading down to meet your family. Nakia had left you a beautiful dress that was designed to leave room for a growing belly. It was woven of beautiful, bright colors and you couldn’t help a playful spin down the hall. 

Everett chuckled, “how you glow with happiness.”

“It’s so good to be among family again. I’m looking forward to raising our child with such diverse backgrounds.”

Everett rolled his eyes. “Yes. You, with your royal heritage from a high-advanced country. And her father, with his boring colonizer background.”

You giggled. “But a handsome colonizer.”

He was about to remark when three small children ran by at top speed. Their exhausted father was on their heels.

Everett looked after them, his steps slowing until he stopped and looked at you. 

“What’s wrong, my love?”

“I-,” he cleared his throat. “Are you sure you want to start a family with me?”

You raised your eyebrows at this. “This is a hell of a time to ask that question. With your child in me and all.”

“I know, I know.” He ran a hand over his face. “But…what if I’m too old to be a dad? I’m at least older than you by-”

You placed a hand over his mouth. “We’re not talking about that. And don’t act like I’m fresh from college. I’m not a child. I was a marine, a CIA agent, and now a SHIELD operative. And yes, I may not be fifty like you, but I’m old enough to know both who and what I want.”

He didn’t look convinced so you smirked at him.

“What? All those times Thunderbolt made you do extra laps at Langley should have prepared you for chasing down toddlers.”

“Ha ha,” he rolled his eyes but pulled you close for a kiss. “As long as one of us is sure.”

“You will be, too. Once you hold that child.”

Everett smiled brightly that time and let you lead him around the palace. Now that the secret was out, you didn’t hide the fact that your free hand now cradled your stomach. There was no rush today, finally accepting that you both were on vacation finally. No pressure to keep a phone around, no paperwork to complete, and no bosses to answer. 

Just family.

You joined Nakia and Shuri for lunch, poked gentle fun at T’Challa for working so hard, and tossed around name ideas with Queen Ramonda. Shuri made not-so-subtle comments about you and Everett moving to Wakanda until the baby was born and Nakia did nothing to dissuade her. 

“We still have our lives back in America,” Everett laughed.

“Those jobs don’t count as lives,” Shuri dismissed.

You shook your head. “My doctor is back in America.”

“And what do you think I am?”

“My cousin,” you laughed.

“America’s health care is in shambles.”

“I can’t argue that.”

“Hey!” Everett tried to protest.

“Hon, look me in the eye and tell me I’m lying. Especially, the V.A.”

Everett opened his mouth and then quickly closed it. “Damn.”

“Yes!” Shuri exclaimed.

“That doesn’t mean we’re moving here,” you laughed again.

“Yes, it does!”

“Listen, Everett and I will discuss many things regarding this child. Just because-”

T’Challa waved his hand. “While I respect what you need, dear cousin, please note you will not win against Shuri. So please be prepared to be aggressively packed up when you get home.”

You and Everett blinked before you shook your head. “Now I want to say no on principle.”

Shuri pretended to be offended. “How can you say no to us, just like that?”

“Who’s ‘us’? Sounds like it’s just you,” Everett smirked.

Everyone at the table laughed and picked a side of the debate, going well into the afternoon. 

Eventually, Everett lead you away from everyone and you found yourself outside the palace, walking through the jungle. He gently held your hand and you breathed in the floral-scented air. There was only the sound of wind blowing through the leaves, the rustle of animals jumping from tree to tree, and your footsteps. 

Soon, you found yourself at a lake not far from the palace. The sun had begun to set and that’s when you realized how long you had spent with your family around the table and how long the hike had to have been. Yet, you felt energized. As if you could do everything all over again. You knew it wouldn’t last and soon the baby would want your energy, but for now, it was amazing.

Everett, still holding your hand, helped you to sit on the lakeshore. But he opted to crouch in front of you.

“You know, Shuri had a point. Who better to take care of you and the baby?”

You raised an eyebrow at this. “Are you saying we should move to Wakanda? What about our jobs?”

“We can find work here. I don’t have any family back in the states other than an ex-wife and your family is here. It makes sense for our child to grow up with a community that will protect them.”

“You’re really willing to give up all that time and effort you put into the CIA?”

Everett sighed, “I didn’t want to mention it before, but my ex is now the director.”

You made a face. “And I thought working around Stark was rough. Are you sure?”

“If it makes you happy and makes you and the baby safe, I can’t think of why not.”

“I want you to be happy, as well.”

He took your hand and kissed your fingertips. “I have you and we have a child coming. There is only one thing that could make me happier.”

“Your ex bursting into flames?”

Everett busted out laughing. “Be careful. Shuri might hear you and get ideas. But I was thinking, we should make things official. Here in Wakanda.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a beautiful box. Inside, was a ring you could tell was designed by Shuri.

“What do you say? Want to make the happiest man alive?”

Your hands flew to your mouth, shock in your eyes. “Oh Everett, of course!”

Grabbing his face, you gave him a fierce kiss. He pulled away long enough to slip the ring on. 

“Tonight, let’s relax. In the morning, we can figure everything else out.”

You smiled. “I have you and I have my family. Nothing else needs to be figured out.”

Tagging Crew

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[skyberia]

on the agency of puppets

[1asbrightasthestars3]

Will we ever learn?

We've been here before.

[ghost-of-diogenes]

i heard it was bi visibility, here are some bi favourites

[pisces-swirlix]

should i do it? should i write a payneland royalty au? should i?

realistically, i am going to write it. the question is, should i put it up on ao3? or should i leave it all cozy in my self indulgent wip folder?

[the-gladiolus]

If someone with editing skills could make a “Dead Boy Detectives explained by John Mulaney” a la Heartstopper or RWRB I’d appreciate it immensely lol

Like this if you haven’t seen one

[emmettspeakz]

Henry and Edwin would 1000% get along and gush about their black cat boyfriends

[atthebell]

the fed workers killings also ruled from like a meta perspective bc we finally got to see a player have some agency again (before being ripped away immediately but still)

[scopophobia-polaris]

Honestly could we throw out the idea that totk's story issue is that it isn't consistent with the lore of the older games but instead drops intresting world building from botw because it might have gotten actually dark

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

(Side note: I find it amusing that the final two of the Royal Rumble consists of a doctor and a lawyer. That medical school-law school rivalry lol)

[sneverussape]

ive just finished a Major Event at work that involved preparing for and meeting a European royal (but in a working capacity - the Royal DID know their development work) and i realized how much of real-world scenarios really involve a lot of implication and expectation which will lead to specific actions.

like, my place of work is huge and naturally has many people who were VERY excited to see a real life Royal. no one told anyone to shut up and be quiet at the event but minutes before the Royal arrived, someone from the security team raised his hand, and the entire throng shut up in one collective go. it was so QUIET you could literally hear your own heartbeat.

there was also a moment when we were about to welcome the Royal into a special dignitaries room so everyone was all up in a line. same thing, exactly as the Royal stepped in, the whole room (around 45 people) fell SILENT except for the clicking of cameras, and no one sat before they sat down. no one drank or ate because they didn’t eat or drink.

our event was one hour EXACTLY. it wasn’t allowed to go below or over that. at exactly 5 mins before the end of the 45-minute meeting the captain of the guard entered the room and just stood there, and somehow we all knew why. after exactly 5 minutes, the Royal stood up to leave and it ended. no one tried to beat the Royal to the door. everyone waited until they got out before filing out.

i don’t have problems reading social cues and following implied protocol but it DID make me think of how hard it would have been exactly to have been in that situation if you didn’t have that bandwidth or capacity. like for that event, you can be the smartest person in the building and carry a conversation with the Royal (or anyone of importance) about your work but if you weren’t able to quickly adapt to unexplained social cues or anything like that you wouldn’t have been invited at all.

and that’s tragic in many ways tbh :/

[fawncrw]

I’m only on episode two of dead boy detectives but Charles and Edwin are giving major Alex and Henry vibes

[wonder-worker]

"The feast of the Nativity of Saint John the Baptist being appointed as the day upon which the coronation of the king [Edward V] would take place without fail, all both hoped for and expected a season of prosperity for the kingdom."

-Excerpt from the Croyland Continuator / David Horspool, Richard III: A Ruler and Reputation

Even though Edward IV’s death was unexpected, after twelve years of peace there need not have been too much of a sense of foreboding about the succession. The great dynastic wound from which the Wars of the Roses had grown had not so much been healed as cauterized by the extinction of the House of Lancaster. There was no rush for London, as had happened in earlier, disputed successions. The royal party didn’t set out from Ludlow for ten days after hearing the news of Edward IV’s death, while Richard took his time, too. And the new king had [his mother the dowager queen and] two uncles to support him: his mother’s brother, the sophisticated, cultured, highly experienced Earl Rivers; and his father’s, the loyal and reliable Duke of Gloucester, to whom Edward IV had entrusted unprecedented power and vital military command.

... [Richard of Gloucester] had achieved his goal by a mixture of luck and ruthlessness, and if he made it appear, or even believed himself, that destiny played a part, this only made him a man in step with his times. Modern historians have no time for destiny, but sometimes the more ‘structuralist’ interpretations of the events surrounding the usurpation can come close to it. When we read that ‘the chances of preserving an unchallenged succession were . . . weakened by the estrangement of many of the rank-and-file nobility from . . . high politics, which was partly a consequence of the Wars of the Roses and partly of Edward IV’s own policies’, it is hard not to conclude that an unforeseeable turn of events is being recast as a predictable one. But without one overriding factor – the actions of Richard, Duke of Gloucester after he took the decision to make himself King Richard III – none of this could have happened. That is, when the same author concedes ‘Nor can we discount Richard’s own forceful character’, he is pitching it rather low*.

Edward IV had not left behind a factional fault line waiting to be shaken apart. Richard of Gloucester’s decision to usurp was a political earthquake that could not have been forecast on 9 April, when Edward died. After all, Simon Stallworth did not even anticipate it on 21 June, the day before Richard went public. We should be wary of allowing hindsight to give us more clairvoyance than the well-informed contemporary who had no idea ‘what schall happyne’. This is not to argue that Richard’s will alone allowed him to take the Crown. Clearly, the circumstances of a minority, the existence of powerful magnates with access to private forces, and the reasonably recent examples of resorts to violence and deposition of kings, made Richard’s path a more conceivable one. But Richard’s own tactics, his arrest of Rivers, Vaughan and Grey, the rounding up of Hastings and the bishops, relied on surprise. If men as close as these to the workings of high politics at a delicate juncture had no inkling of what might happen, the least historians can do is to reflect that uncertainty [...].

(*The author who Horspool is referencing and disagreeing with is Charles Ross)

[hannahhook7744]

How did Yzla and Reza get together? Who asked first, was it awkward or super romantic, etc

Yzla asked Reza out.

And it was awkward. Mostly on Reza's part because he dropped a potion they were working on and knocked over a bottle of ink (the question startled him because he honestly thought she was way out of his league).

It's a story Yzla loves to tell.

[thepastisalreadywritten]

17 September 2024

[raayllum]

1x02 / 5x04