Meggan Puceanu Braddock

“Well, yeah. But I’ve been wanting to make a little addition to the deck for a while anyway, no need to give you ‘the face’. By the way, what is ‘the face’? I don’t have a ‘face’.” He smiled, putting an arm around her shoulder as they examined the situation. “It’s doable. Did you really want to do it, ‘cause it can probably be done by weeks end.”

"Yyyess." The emphasis in her voice as if it was obvious. She curled into him and give him a kiss.

"To both. I want buns and greenery. And you most certainly have 'a face' that you give me when you think I'm being unreasonable. Like this." It wasn't quite the face, but it was a silly face.

“…You know what? That’s actually a very good idea. There’s a deck branching off the bedroom, we could just put glass over it and have a Sun Room there.”

"You seem a bit too easy going about this idea. Normally, you give me 'the face' and ask if I'm sure." Meggan laughed. Maybe Jac was right, the two of them were "nesting." Comparing the rabbit ownership to a pregnancy of her own, nesting with rabbits seemed a less stressful choice.

#maygodsavethequeen

+gavemyheart

Elsa more than gladly accepted the creamer dish, and listened to the other woman’s explanation, a small smile on her face the whole way through.

“In that case, I just might stick around for a bit longer, yeah?” she laughed. “That’s really sweet though—monster hunters aren’t uncommon. I’m honored, really.

Everybody knows the Braddocks ‘round Britain. To work for ‘em in a capacity like this, it’s something bloody special, darlin’. So, thanks for the opportunity.”

"Thank Your Majesty for allowing the project to go forward. We were founded in part on a royal grant. What's a few pence on the pound to look good to the mutant demographic, right?" While Meggan was very patriotic, she grew up around people who had no real loyalty to government or the crown. She knew the Royal Family had a key role in their culture, but she didn't believe them to be gods amongst people.

"I think it helps other students to have you here. Many of them have family's who aren't tolerant. You're the example that family should embrace one another no matter where their lives take them."

#elsabloodstone

#oh my husband #you stahp that #fans herself

“Brian. Look at ‘em! Could we buy some for the estate? I haven’t seen any.”

“……I don’t see why not! I mean, look at ‘em! There’s plenty of room for them to run around in the yard and inside.”

#[whoa there megan. lets not go bonkers about it.]#maygodsavethequeen

"Inside? OHMYGAWD, I want a sun room built off our bedroom with plants and bunnies."

lovethatlittlecunt

#The Sofen Method

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Gambit #14 by Stéphane Roux

#is he coming back to England?!#fangirls #faeries #gambit

+gavemyheart

“Either or, in my experience. Still bloody terrible, ain’t it?” she grinned, thanking the kitchen staff as they left. “Ah, I see. Still, you might want to try it come summer break. Little trip here or there couldn’t hurt you.”

Elsa took a seat, helping herself to the finger foods almost immediately. “Travel is somethin’ I’m used to, not so much a like or a dislike. If there’s a monster somewhere, I’m travelin’ somewhere to kill it. Was like that for a while, ‘till I took the job here.” She laughed, “Still don’t know what possessed you two to ask me to teach. Couldn’t be just ‘cause I’m British, yeah?”

#random things Meggan wants #maygodsavethequeen #the manor

"We couldn't bloody-well lose the Bloodstones to the Cousins." Meggan offered the creamer dish to Elsa.

"Brian would go on about patriotism and British preparation, but I think you're prefect for the Academy. You might not get the chance for the experience of a private school teacher from Eton College." She giggled.

"But you've lived and survived under strange circumstance. That kind of experience is needed here, most of all. You're the expert we can't find anywhere else."

#elsabloodstone

"Brian. Look at 'em! Could we buy some for the estate? I haven't seen any."

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#oh my husband #fc #Photo Album #even the queue calls me lady

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I re-read some of my old Excalibur comics today. I really love the team, and drawing them is way too much fun.

Of course, I’m not great at beefy dudes, but I like that everyone has different body types and facial features!

(I totally forgot Colossus not on purpose, I swear!)

#awww #excalibur days #even the queue calls me lady

#fc #adorable #Photo Album

Brian has had several agreements with the ministry to keep these things a secret for good reason. Not that he didn’t mind people being interested in the school or anything like that. It’s just like Meggan had proposed, though, things should stay a secret sometimes. And no matter how many people were spying on the Braddocks (Elizabeth included) Brian knew they would be able to bounce back from it.

Being Captain Britain was a physically and emotionally taxing job that required such strenuous physical exercise and precision that he often had to just…not be around. That killed him on the inside. But being in Meggan’s presence reminded him of why he did what he did. His powers were built on his own self confidence, without it he wouldn’t be Captain Britain. And with Meggan, he has the confidence to face each threat and enemy he knows he has to as a superhero. Meggan is his inspiration and his heart, his reason for doing what he does. Without her, there would be no power. No Brian Braddock. So whenever he gets the chance, he always hops on it. Locking the doors, turning down the lights, and just…spending some time with his wife for once in a bloody while.

Looking down to see the soft tint of blush on her cheeks, Brian couldn’t help but smile and gently kiss it to calm her down. “Without you, I probably wouldn’t have my powers now. I know you work hard for your own equilibrium as well.”

He couldn’t help but keep smiling, what was there to be down about now? He and Meggan were together, and nobody would bother them.

Several people told him that he looked like Daniel Craig, that they wanted to push for Brian to be James Bond on top of being the British icon he already is. The jawline just came with the territory, apparently.

“I suppose it is time, isnt it. I wouldn’t mind one every now and again, but I would like your help to make sure it doesn’t get out of hand again. Maybe slap me or something if I start getting too gracious with the stuff.” He chuckled a little and nodded, leaning down to grab his own bowl. “Shall we?” Making their way up to their room, Brian thought a little while about his past dalliances with alcohol. In his life (at least in his life now) he felt no need to touch the bottle anymore, even for recreation. With Meggan in his life…he was happy. While still at the call of every yahoo in the UK with a supernatural problem, though. But happy nonetheless.

“You’re more than welcome.” He had taken the precaution of bringing napkins along so they wouldn’t spill any sauce on the sheets, but that was it aside from the utensils. Being the gentleman that he is, Brian carefully opened the door for his wife before closing it behind the two of them. Their room wasn’t by any means spectacular, nor wasn’t anything shabby to look at either. It was slightly Victorian in style, carrying the elderly essence of the old British monarchy somewhere in it’s design with the queen sized bed and shelves filled with books.

“That’s not what I think at all, trust me.” Brian pulled back the covers and slid himself in, carefully beginning to nip at his pasta as she presented her point of view. Brian didn’t necessarily trust this younger version of himself for a few reasons, the main one being that he’s having a bloody affair but continues to act as if it’s completely normal. Maybe some structure or more freedom would be good for the kid—er, him. Whichever it was. “I can stay here and help him all he needs until he’s ready to work on his own, I have no problem with that. It’s his personal issues that I have a grievance with.” She knows which ones.