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i-am-still-bb · 4 months ago

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9. An audiobook narrator (Anders/Mitchell, T)

“What can I get for you two?” The barista in the neon pink apron asked.

“Just a black tea with a splash of cream,” Mitchell said.

“Booriing,” Annie chastised him. “There are so many fun options on the board!”

“What kind of black tea?”

Mitchell stared. Eyebrows furrowing in the slightest. “Um…” He searched the boards above the barista’s head hoping for a list of teas that they offered, but the boards were mostly filled with brightly colored photographs of the seasonal beverages. “What kinds are there?” He asked slowly , still looking for a list on the boards.

The barista launched into the list without even taking a breath, “Today there are Earl Grey, English Breakfast, Lady Grey, Paris Black, French Earl Grey, Russian Earl Grey, we also have Chai, and and then a black cinnamon tea.”

Mitchell always made whatever was in the box in the cupboard. “What about just regular black tea?”

The barista looked at him like he needed to be sectioned. “I don’t know what that means. People might have different “regular” teas. I can suggest one if you like?”

Annie looked over her shoulder at the line that had grown during this interaction.

“The one I normally drink, I think it comes in a blue tin, about this big?” Mitchell held up his hands to indicate size.

“Mitchell, you should like someone’s grandpa,” Annie stepped just in front of him to address the barista. “He’ll have an English Breakfast tea, please.”

The barista started to ask and other question, but Annie cut them off with a look that said, Do you want him to start again?

“We’ll have them at the end of the counter for you when they’re ready.”

“But what if I don’t like English Breakfast tea?” Mitchell asked as he followed Annie to a table for two by the large windows that faced one of Auckland’s downtown streets.

“I buy it sometimes.”

“Sometimes?!”

“And you’ve never said anything about not liking it,” she continued.

“You mean that you switch up the teas in the flat?”

“Variety is good, Mitchell.”

“If you say so” he huffed. He settled in, arms crossed on the table and looked out the window.

They chatted over their plans for the day, minor as they were for having just landed a couple of hours before, while they waited for their drinks. Their first task had been delivering their luggage to the hotel where they were staying and taking showers to wash off the grungy, full day on plans, feeling. Task two was this, something to drink, settle in, walk around the city. At some point their drinks were ready and Annie fetched them, placing a large white mug in front of Mitchell.

The familiar act of wrapping his hands around a warm cup of tea, inhaling the smell—it was familiar, but it was definitely not the same tea he drank at home—of it and taking a sip made Auckland feel more familiar and less strange.

That’s when he hears the familiar voice.

Mitchell looked around the shop for the origin of the voice. But he had never met the speaker, couldn’t rightly remember if he had ever seen a picture. Books often included photographs of their authors, but when it came to audio books the narrator was often just a name without a face. Not that Mitchell hadn’t imagined a face to fit that voice, if he were being honest. He scanned the room, looking for the face that he had imagined, but he had to wait for the man to speak again. And once Mitchell saw him he could never imagine another face going with that voice.

“What are you looking at?” Annie asked, turning in her seat to follow Mitchell’s gaze across the shop.

“Oh,” Mitchell could feel his cheeks flushing. “You know those audiobooks I listen to to help me fall asleep?”

“The spicy ones?”

Mitchell’s face was read now. “They’re not all spicy!” He said defensively, lifting his drink between them, but not bringing it to his lips to drink.

Annie smiled sweetly. “If you say so.”

Mitchell said nothing.

“So?” She prodded.

“He’s here.”

Annie’s face lit up with excitement and mischief. “We should say hello! And tell him that you’re his biggest fan!”

“Annie—“ Mitchell started to protest, but she was already off.

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“Read to me.” Is what Mitchell said 3 months later as they lay in bed together in the bed in Anders’ ridiculously modern flat.

Anders rolled his eyes good naturedly, “Fine. What do you want me to read?”

And they settled in. Mitchell with his head against Anders’ chest, tucked close to his armpit and Anders with a book balanced on his chest, held with one hand, pages only held back by careful positioning of the book against the blanket and Anders’ own body.

1. Luprecalia 2. "Oh, good, you're here! Hold this." 3. "But daddy, I love him!" 4. The Consort and his King 5. Linger 6. "They'll have to go through me." 7. Field of flowers 8. Renting rooms from the locals 9. Cobblestone streets 10. Fairytale

Drabble Challenge 9 is now officially open!

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STEP 1: Pick one of the following prompts:

Luprecalia

It's 3 a.m. but fuck it, we're being domestic.

Never have I ever...

The Consort and his King

Nectarines

"They will have to go through me."

Assembling IKEA furniture

Renting rooms from the locals

Valentines Day

“This isn’t going the way that I thought it would.”

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Fili/Kili or any fictional Dean/Aidan pairings, clearly mark your warnings etc.

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#Drabble Challenge 9 #bb writes #anders/mitchell #anders/mitchell fic

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britchell · 6 months ago

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Hello everyone and happy smutty sunday; happy BCF month too!! weve come with the first anonymous submision of the month! (do you remember the smut roulette?)

Anders' breath hitched as Mitchell's hands traced a slow, reverent path across his bare chest. Every touch felt like an artist tracing across his finest work, each movement deliberate and filled with unspoken admiration. Mitchell's gaze followed the curve of Anders' body, his eyes dark with desire and a profound, almost sacred awe. "You're perfect," Mitchell murmured, his voice low and husky, as he leaned in to press a fervent kiss to Anders' collarbone. "Let me show you just how much you mean to me."

Anders shivered, the warmth of Mitchell's breath across his skin sending a small wave of anticipation down his spine. Moving his arms to wrap around the neck of the other, he could feel the intensity of Mitchell's focus, every kiss and touch an act of pure devotion, pure adoration. Mitchell's lips continued their journey, mapping out Anders' body with a slurry of tenderness and hunger, making him feel cherished in a way he had never known before. Mitchell's hands moved lower, exploring the planes of Anders' abdomen, his fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, the small hills of his bones. "I want to worship every inch of you," Mitchell whispered, his words a promise that sent a surge of heat through Anders' veins. "Will you let me?" Mitchell asked, his focused gaze moving upward to meet Anders'. Anders let out a breathy sigh, "Yes," he barely got out from between his lips, his desperate voice earning a smile from Mitchell. "Such a good boy," Mitchell praised, moving to press another delicate row of measured kisses along the chest of his lover. Mitchell's hands made their way to the edge of the fabric lining Anders' hips, easily finding the button to undo it. His kisses began to press lower and lower on the bare skin of Anders' abdomen, earning small hitched breaths and quiet whines of anticipation.

"You're so beautiful," Mitchell hummed against Anders' skin between these devoted kisses. "Absolutely breathtaking," he swore to the other, one hand tracing his waist, the other unzipping the pants that so desperately needed to be removed. Anders could barely keep his gaze on Mitchell, his cheeks flushing a deeper and deeper red with each comment. "Stop saying things like that already," he murmured, embarrassed at the unsteadiness of his own voice. "I cant. I won't. I crave you. I want you, Anders. Every inch of your gorgeous body. Every valley and hill of your skin. Every blink of your captivating eyes. The caress of your hands, and the patter of your feet across the floor," Mitchell pressed on, sliding the fabric off of Anders' body, observing every bit of him as it was uncovered. Anders' dick sprang forth from the fabric, already hard and eager, with a suppressed moan slipping from the man's throat. "Mm," Mitchell hummed with approval, moving to trace along the inner thigh of Anders. "And I couldn't ever get enough of you," he continued, hands navigating to Anders balls, gently massaging as he looked back up to try to meet the others' gaze once more. The unsteady, nearly drunken gaze that he Anders returned to him gave him his own wave of sheer lust. He could feel his own bulge pressing at the front of his bottoms, begging to be let out, to be inside this heavenly being. "Gods, you're so fucking hot, Anders," his low, lustful voice asserted, hand now moving to grasp at the soft flesh of Anders ass. A stifled moan left Anders as he moved his own hand to grasp into Mitchell's hair. Mitchell's lips now moved along his thigh his breath grazing the beautiful length before him. Anders closed his eyes, basking in the touch and letting these feelings overtake his mind and body. A warm, wet mouth slipping over his dick with a hum strengthened his grasp in the locks of Mitchell's hair and urged his mouth agape.

The sounds cascading from the lips of the sweet man above him was all the encouragement Mitchell needed to damn-near suck the soul out of him. The moans, the pleasured shifts and twitches, the waves of uncontrolled swearing and cursing - Anders swore he was dreaming. Anders breath caught as he felt the edge of climax waving over him, his body tensing noticably. "Hmm, what is it, my love?" Mitchell questioned with a knowing smile. "Fuck," Anders breathed as another squeeze cleared every thought but those of the man before him from his head. "I want you," he managed, "I want you to fuck me," he demanded, looking into Mitchell's eyes with near desperation. "I'm working on it," Mitchell assured, "I've got you," he hummed along, shifting his upper body to grab the lube kept on the bedside table. Anders hands in his hair, arms wrapping around his neck, kept Mitchell's gaze on the beautiful face of his lover as he slipped the first lubed digit in. Anders body tensed, but only for a moment - more out of anticipation than anything - before Mitchell pressed further inside, urging a satisfied moan from Anders. "What wonderful sounds you're making for me," Mitchell cooed as the hand in his hair tightened it's grip, the moans in his ear only adding fuel to his burning desire. He continued on like this for a short while, pushing and pulling the digit, before adding another. "You're doing so good," Mitchell praised the other, scissoring the digits, granting him even more of the sounds he so craved. Mitchell kept up with this, Anders dick dribbling both saliva and precum, until he could slip in a third digit and get his lover accustomed to the feeling. "Are you ready, my love?" Mitchell's husky voiced questioned, pulling his fingers from the man and earning a shiver from Anders. "I've been-" A quick but soft shush interrupted Anders. "Shhhhh, my love. Yes, or no?" Mitchell delicately posed, wrapping a hand along the side of Anders side. "Yes," Anders spoke in a near-whisper, watching as Mitchell reached to pull his own cock from the pants sat squarely across his hips. Mitchell looked up once more with a smile across his lips, pulling Anders close and pushing his own throbbing cock into the desperate man. Mitchell started slowly, almost teasingly, to fuck Anders. His pace would quicken as he pressed rough kisses into Anders neck and growl sweet, dirty remarks to his lover. "You feel so good, my beautiful, perfect fuck toy," He wanted to fuck every thought from Anders mind. His could tell he was rather close to achieving this goal by the near animalistic sounds, the desperate, needy moans, the clenching and tightening of his lovers muscles. He quickened his pace once more, a harsh slapping, pounding, rough pace as Anders whimpered and moaned for him, for more, for release. "That's right, Anders, come for me," Mitchell's voice ordered, his own body beginning to crave the same release he desired to entice from the other. His pace becoming uneven, but his ferocity not faltering even a bit, Mitchell pressed deep into his lover. Once, and then again, and once more, earning him the heavenly cries of his lover's climax. He felt the muscles of his partner tighten and tremble around his cock, easily urging his own orgasm forth as he pressed once more, deeply and desperately, into Anders. He let this wave take him, and let out his own shaky, breathy moan as he came deep inside Anders.

#BCF2025 #britchell #mitchers #anders johnson/john mitchell #content submission #smutty sunday #fic rec

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beinghymen · 7 months ago

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Im being so serious. Who is Anders Johnson and why is he the second most tagged character when you sort by Being Human, above all of the actual protagonists except for Mitchell. Why is Anders Johnson in 1/4 of all of the Being Human fics on AO3. Who wrote 500 rarepair fics for Mitchell/Anders Johnson. I am both impressed and shocked.

#being human #being human uk #john mitchell #anders johnson #i guess

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anglophiletraveler · 2 months ago

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The Night Is Still Young

Title by Billy Joel

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I’m lousy at figuring out titles for my fics, so I usually turn to inspiration from Billy Joel or The Beatles. This fic came about for Deano Bingo. I hope you enjoy it.

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Life was going swell for Mr and Mr Mitchell-Johnson. At times the former Norse god and vampire felt like they were living the dream! They were in love with their new house, and the freedom and space of being homeowners. They had christened every room with passion and sex several times. Anders had found that working in the back garden had actually become something that he enjoyed. And John aka Mitchell had made it his life’s mission to decorate the house and front garden for every holiday in such a way that it could be seen from the international space station! And without the pressure of being Norse gods and the constant pressure to find the Frigg, the Johnson brothers were actually starting to …like one another?!

Things were going great with JPR. John had been a calming and stabilizing influence on Anders which had filtered its way into his work at JPR. Gone were the days of Anders coming in hungover, sleeping with clients, creating messes with clients that Dawn had to clean up. Anders had even made Dawn a partner in the firm, which was working out better than Anders had imagined it would. They’d hired a part-time secretary to free up Dawn so that she could start working with clients full time. And the two partners had found that if one of them needed or wanted to be gone for a day for whatever reason, the other partner was able to cover them both. This helped Dawn out a lot whenever she needed to take her daughter to the doctor or stay home with her.

Mitchell was loving his new position in the hospital as Department Head of Labour and Delivery. It could be a very challenging position with a lot of responsibility, and could be stressful. Mitchell wasn’t quite sure how to deal with this amount of stress, especially since he no longer had fangs. Thankfully Ty had convinced Mitchell to start working out as a way to alleviate the stress. He bought a gym membership and started running almost daily with Ty. At first Anders wasn’t crazy about this fitness routine, until he started to notice in the shower the results from the weight lifting had on John’s arms and abs! Arm porn!

It was no secret that Mitchell loved children. It was something that he looked forward to before he was turned into a vampire, and then after that, well, he pushed it to the back of his mind because what kind of a father would a vampire make? But now John believed it was a possibility again through adoption or via a surrogate. It was a touchy subject for the couple. Mitchell had tried several times unsuccessfully over the years to convince Anders of the idea of adoption. Anders tried to avoid the subject as much as possible. He had a very dysfunctional childhood and he just didn’t think he would be a good father because of it. So Mitchell tried to pacify his need to be a father by babysitting Ty and Dawn’s daughter Mary, or having her spend the weekend with the two uncles. Mitchell and Anders both enjoyed these weekends and would take her shopping, and then lunch at some ridiculously expensive restaurant, spoiling her rotten in the process.

One weekend Anders and Mitchell were hosting a family BBQ when Ty tapped on his beer with a knife to get everyone’s attention. “Hey, I’d like to have everyone’s attention… Dawn and I are going to have another baby! She’s three months along, so in six months hopefully a baby brother for Miss Mary!” Everyone was sooo excited for the couple and surrounded them with hugs. Mary wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, but she liked the excitement just the same. Anders took a quick glance at John to see how he was taking the news. He was smiling but not the kind of smile that was reaching his eyes. It was good enough to fool everyone else, but Anders could see the sadness behind John’s eyes. All of a sudden Mike spoke up, “Well I guess now’s just as good a time as any to announce that Michele has agreed to be my wife!” That really made everyone scream. It was a shock to everyone when Mike and Michele got back together after they all lost their god powers, but this was totally unexpected. Axl asked the couple, “So are you going to tell us next that Michele is pregnant?” Everyone looked at Michele, “No way in hell is this body going to get fat!” Mike pulled Michele in for a hug, “We’ll see about that Mrs Johnson!”

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After everyone had gone home, Anders and John were finishing cleaning up the kitchen and the garden from the party. Both were pretty silent. Anders knew that the news from Ty and Dawn was going to stir up feelings and questions from John about why can’t they adopt. It had been awhile since the subject had come up, but Anders knew that the subject was always bubbling just under the surface. He didn’t know if he should bring it up or just let it go. “Hey can you believe Mike and Michele are getting married? I guess they’ve worked out all their issues, at least I hope so.” Mitchell threw down the dish towel he had in his hand and ran upstairs. Anders threw a glass against a wall and broke it in frustration. He started pacing the living room when John came running down the steps in his running clothes, “John where are you going? It’s dark?!”

“I’m going for a run…” and he ran out the door.

“But it’s…8:00…Fuck!” Anders collapsed on the floor and cried. It had been a long time since Mitchell had run out on him like this. In fact, he really couldn’t remember when or if he had run out on him before. At least not since they were married.

After cleaning the glass splinters up from the kitchen floor, Anders poured himself a rather large vodka. He tried sitting outside with his drink, but that didn’t help. He turned on the tv for some mindless television. His stomach was in knots with worry. He felt like the veins in his arms were jumping. He didn’t know what to do or think. It was getting dark and that worried him even more. He tried calling and texting John but he never responded. He actually had the thought to have Mikkel go find him, that is until he remembered that they weren’t gods anymore. He poured himself a second drink and finally bit the bullet and called Ty.

“Anders, what’s up?”

“Um, have you by any chance seen John? I mean since you left here.”

“No? Why would I?”

“Well, you two are good friends, and he’s been gone for a while, so I thought maybe he stopped by or called you.”

“Fuck Anders, what’s going on?”

Anders swallowed hard and was trying to speak but he couldn’t quite form the words.

“Anders? What happened?”

“Um…” his voice was shaking, “I think, well…I’m not sure.. He um went out for a run and he uh, hasn’t come back.”

“What the fuck Anders? Did you have a fight after everyone left?” Ty asked his brother.

“Mm no, he was just really, really quiet after everyone left and uh, oh fuck Ty I think I’ve lost him.” Anders was crying now.

“Anders you’re not making any sense. Tell me what the fuck happened?”

“Fuck Ty, I did! We didn’t fight! He just got really quiet and I tried to make small talk because I had a feeling what was bothering him, and he just ran upstairs, and the next thing I know, he’s running out the door saying he’s going for a run. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Ty, I don’t know what to do! I can’t lose him! I can’t!”

“Shit Anders! What do you think is bothering him?”

Anders was crying so hard he couldn’t talk.

“Anders quit fucking around and talk to me damnit!” Ty was really close with Mitchell and the more Anders cried, the more pissed off Ty got at Anders.

“Kids… adoption…you and Dawn having another… “

Ty sighed. His announcement earlier in the day must have triggered Mitchell and sent him over the edge. He and Mitchell were very close and he knew how much he wanted to become a father and adopt with Anders and Anders would never agree to it. “How long has he been gone?”

“Three hours. And Ty it’s getting dark out. Where could he be?”

“Have you been drinking?”

“Yes.”

Of course he has Ty thought, “Ok, I know a couple of his spots he likes to go to. I’ll go look for him. You call me if he comes back Anders! And don’t say something stupid to him when he does come back. And stop drinking!”

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Ty went straight to the beach to look for Mitchell. They didn’t often run there because it was around 10 miles one way, but they had done it, and they’d often driven there for a run on the beach. Mitchell had told him more than once that it was his favourite place to go to think. So he took a chance and drove there first. His instincts proved correct when he found Mitchell skipping rocks into the water. Mitchell turned around to face the car, squinting in the headlights. Ty got out of the car and walked over to his friend, “I thought I’d find you here.”

Mitchell gave him a half smile, “You thought correctly my friend. Anders send you?”

Ty nodded, “He’s very worried about you.”

“Then why didn’t he come look for me himself. Oh let me guess… he’s been drinking.”

“Yep. He said you were quiet and then ran off. Something on your mind?”

Mitchell walked up to sit on a bench, “Kids. Adoption. You know, same old, same old with Anders. Oh fuck Ty, I didn’t dare bring it up again. I know what his answer is going to be.” Mitchell’s voice started to crack, “Christ Ty, it was hard enough when I was a vampire to deal with never being a father. I knew it wasn’t possible, so that helped put it out of my mind. But now, with the curse gone, it is possible, but Anders is too fucking scared to try. Shit tonight I even thought of leaving him, and adopting on my own. But then, something, someone would always be missing.”

“Anders.”

Mitchell nodded sadly, “So now, I have to face the fact that I’m never going to become a father. A dad.”

“I’m really sorry Mitchell. You know he did get the worst of the worst treatment our parents doled out, so it doesn’t surprise me. When I look back at the bruises that Anders went to school with, it’s incredible that social services never stepped in. His clothes were always torn or dirty. But he always protected me and Axl and made sure that our clothes were clean.”

“He told me once when he actually had a broken arm and was in A&E, that his dad sweet talked the social worker into letting Anders go back home with him.”

“Yeah I think I remember that. You know what his deal is with the fish don’t ya?”

Mitchell nodded his head no.

“One year we all saved and saved our pocket change and any money that we’d find between the sofa cushions or find in the gutter, just so that we’d have enough money to go on one ride at the carnival. It was during one of those times that dad was gone, so we didn’t have to worry about pissing him off. Mum managed to give us each $1 in addition to all of the change we found. So we each had enough for two rides and maybe a game or a cotton candy. But Anders spent his money on winning a goldfish at the goldfish game. It took him two tries. He was so excited that he won that fish. He loved that fish and took good care of it. He bought food for it and everything. He even named it Charlie.”

“No way, for Charlie the Tuna?” Mitchell asked

Ty chuckled, “Yep! Then a couple of weeks later, da came home one night in a raging mad drunk. All of us kids were asleep and he came into our room just yelling and throwing things around. Then he spotted Charlie. He figured out right away that it was Anders’s. He took that goldfish and dragged Anders out of bed to the bathroom, and flushed the goldfish down the toilet in front of Anders.”

“Jesus. What a giant prick,” Mitchell said.

“Right! Hence, the goldfish tank. Look, I know that Anders can be a right arse, but he really does love you. He’s terrified right now that he’s lost you.”

“He is?”

“Yes. He was actually crying on the phone. Let me take you home to Anders. You know that’s where you belong. For better or for worse.”

Mitchell snapped his head up to look in Ty’s eyes at those words. He sighed and got up and went over to Ty’s car and got in.

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John quietly opened their front door and closed it behind him. Anders jumped up from the couch and ran over to him, “I’m so glad that you’re back, I’ve been so worried about you! Where did you go, love?”

John sighed and looked around trying to avoid Anders’s eyes, “I took a run down to the beach.”

“The beach! Christ that’s like…”

“Ten miles away, yeah I know. You sent Ty after me?”

“John, I was worried about you. It was getting dark and you didn’t return my calls. I was worried about you!”

“So you’ve said. Ty said that you were worried that I was going to leave you,” John said.

Anders started fidgeting, covered his face with his hands. He was trying not to cry again. He finally looked up at John, “Yeah, yeah I was. I am. So are you? Going to leave me?”

John walked past Anders to the kitchen to get a beer and sat down at the island and opened it and took a long pull from it. He wiped his mouth with his hand. Anders walked over to him. John finally looked him in the eyes and saw that they were wet from tears.

“I thought about it Anders, I really did. I could adopt on my own and be the father that I’ve always wanted to be.” He heard a gasp come from Anders. “But then I thought something would be missing, and that would be you. I love you Anders, but it also kills me that you’re not willing to adopt. It hurts so much Anders.” Mitchell’s voice was starting to crack, “I’d miss you too much…”

Anders grabbed John and pulled him into hold onto him. They both let it out and cried in each other’s arms. Holding on to each other in desperation. Mitchell finally pulled back and put his hands on Anders’s face, “Would you please think about it some more…for me… please?” his lips reached for Ander’s lips softly and left them there for a moment. Anders looked up into John’s eyes, “What about my reputation as a womanizer, John?”

John furrowed his eyebrows, “What are you talking about?”

“I’ve hurt so many women throughout the years. I’m ashamed of it now. How do I talk to our children about that? What if our child goes to school with kids from those women, and my reputation gets brought up? How do I explain that?”

“I don’t know babe. But we’ve all done something in our past that we’re not proud of. I guess it’s just something that we work together on. One situation at a time.”

Anders said, “How ‘bout i get you a dog. You’d like a dog wouldn’t you?”

John huffed, “You egg, yes I would like a dog, but not right now. If we got one now, it would feel like we’re replacing a child with a dog. Later down the road, okay?”

Anders rested his forehead on John’s, “Okay, love. Can we go to bed now?”

John smiled, “Yeah, we can go to bed now.”

A couple of months down the road, Mitchell and Anders started looking for a dog. But of course the couple couldn’t agree on what kind to get, or if they should just go to a shelter and rescue a dog? If it was going to be this hard to pick out a dog, how were they ever going to decide on a name! Anders had done what he promised John, and had started thinking about adoption again. He even started seeing a therapist about it, because his big question about dealing with his past reputation with any possible children messed with his head. John made sure to let Anders know how proud he was that he was seeing a therapist. He even volunteered to go with him if Anders thought it would help.

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At JPR, Dawn looked at the time on her phone and grabbed her purse, “Anders I need to leave now and pick up Mary. Are you doing okay over there?”

Anders looked over his computer screen, “Yeap, everything’s aces here. Don’t worry about a thing and give my niece a big hug and kiss for me.

“I’ll be sure to do that. Okay, have a good weekend. Say hi to Mitchell for me,” Dawn smiled at her brother-in-law on the way out the door.

He heard the door open, “I’ll be with you in juuust a minute while I finish something up.” He didn’t bother to look up to see who it was.

“Hello Anders.” The voice was familiar but he couldn’t place it. He finally looked up and dropped the pen that he was holding.

“Gaia?”

She gave a weak smile, “In the flesh.”

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#work in progress #deanobingo2025 #@deanobingo #dean o'gorman #being human mitchell #aidan turner #the almighty johnsons

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silvermoon-scrolls · 1 year ago

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Aaaah, how cuuute!

Poor Anders (though he might, possibly deserve it 😆) How lucky he is that Mitchell is being the most adorable boyfriend in the world.

Happy New Year

“Anders?”

A whimper escaped from under the duvet.

“Anders…”

A moan. “Let me die in peace.”

“Come on…” “Stop yelling at me.” “I am speaking very softly, my poor little love.”

A corner of the duvet lifted and with a hiss, Anders closed his eyes.

“Switch off the fucking light, Mitch.” “Can’t. It’s an hour after noon.” “Practically the middle of the fucking night. Fuck off.” The corner settled down again. “Really, Anders, you need to drink something, my love.”

“I’m not going to touch another drop ever again.” “As if,” Mitchell replied with a chuckle. “And I’m talking about something that’s not alcohol.”

The lump under the duvet moved with a muffled groan.

“Okay, if I close the curtains, you think you can come out and get rehydrated?” The noise coming from under the duvet sounded vaguely affirmative.

With a chuckle, Mitchell got up and closed the curtains so the light was dimmed and the bright sunshine blocked out as much as possible. After a moment, the duvet moved again and Anders slowly lifted his head, blinking painfully.

“Fucking fuck.” “You know what’s funny, Anders?” Anders glared up at him. “People thinking that vampires can’t stand sunlight when a simple human being is much, much worse.” “Ha fucking ha.” Anders rolled onto his back and threw an arm across his face. “Come on,” Mitchell said again and leaned over his lover. “Can you sit up?” Anders sighed like a martyr, but managed to sit up. “It’s not fair,” he muttered as he took the offered pills and the glass of water.

“What isn’t?” Mitchell asked, crossing his legs under him. “That you get to have all the fun with none of the repercussions.” “It’s not my fault I don’t get hangovers. And it’s not my fault you keep trying to keep up with me.” Anders huffed and closed his eyes. “I do have my pride, you know.”

Mitchell leaned forward and placed a kiss onto Anders’s nose.

“Jesus, don’t do that, Mitch. I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.” “As if I care.” Anders lifted both eyebrows. “Didn’t know hangover morning breath turns you on.” “Everything about you turns me on,” Mitchell replied brightly. “Even when you’re being a grumpy, hung over ass, you still turn me on.”

Anders closed his eyes and shook his head, a move he immediately regretted. He clutched his head with a groan.

“Just kill me quick, will you?” “Nothing of the sort.”

Mitchell settled down beside Anders and lowered him into his lap. Anders’s deep and heartfelt sigh when the vampire’s cool fingers gently dug into his temples made Mitchell smile.

“Anders?” “Hm?” He didn’t open his eyes, though. “Happy New Year.” There was a hint of dimples on Anders’s cheeks. “Happy New Year, Mitch.”

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niamhthefae · 2 months ago

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okay who tf is Anders Johnson and who wrote 589 fics of him/mitchell?

#i'm so confused #what is happening #i was trying to look for fics of the trio just being silly and stuff #also jesus christ that is some dedication to a rarepair #being human #being human mitchell #being human uk #being human bbc

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britchell · 3 months ago

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HAPPY ST. PATRICKS DAY TO Y'ALL !!

We present you with a small st. Patrick´s day tale:

Of annoyed Anders, talking on skype

And amused Mitchell, lying on bed in the back (because he doesnt show up on camera)

oh no! The vampire has gone and made Bragi mad!

And now he’s stuck in bed. No Anders. No sex, he’s real sad

The end

#britchell #mitchers #anders johnson/john mitchell #st patrick's day #fic rec #photo edit

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lottiesnotebook · 4 months ago

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songfic tag game

Thank you for the tag, @hyperions-light! This was a really fun one!! I'm going to cover all my curent WIPs, including those I've already started posting, and, as a bonus, I'm going to try and avoid using the song who's lyrics I used in the title...

Rules: Pick a song to accompany each of your fics or as many as you like. This might be the fic's inspiration or just pure vibes that you'd like to share with readers. Tag as many people as fics you feature (or do as you please!)

the kick inside

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Obviously named after The Kick Inside, by Kate Bush, but Hunter has so many of the juicy Themes that make Luna and Morrigan so much fun to write. "If you were easy to kill, I would have done it already" is such a good line to describe both their early relationship and their (deeply reluctant) romance, as well as the Themes of tameness/wildness that run through at least Morrigan's perspective on their relationship.

2. never love an anchor

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Again, named after Never Love An Anchor, by the Crane Wives, but this song is actually also perfect for the fic in question - we are in fact running through the deep dark forest, and Cara is reckoning with the legacies of all her parents (Hawke, Anders, and Justice) as well as her own anger at how her parents actions have irreparably changed her life.

3. imetaashi astaara (daughter phoenix, rise)

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Fun fact: I learned Qunlat for this fic about my Inquisitor, Rheyah Adaar, and the Tal-Vashoth from the Kirkwall compound who raise her. The title is from Zephyrus by The Oh Hellos, so obviously I had to go for another Oh Hellos song for this one, and Rose works so perfectly, because it's a story about language, translation, and names, so a song with the line "Call her briar long enough / And you'll tangle up the true and the fable" had to be the pick for this one.

4. in the shadow of your heart

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My current WIP for the Dragon Age Big Bang, AKA Arranged Marriage AU, AKA an extended version of upon the banks of antiva. The title is from Cosmic Love by Florence and the Machine, which I think works beautifully for all the relationships in this deeply messy fic. The playlist for this one is still in the works, but I've picked Revenant by Anaïs Mitchell, which works very well for the themes of death and memory and return... I don't want to spoil anything but this is a very Lucanis song to me.

Tagging @adainesjacket, @teine-mallaichte, @rookgallustroublesomehousehimbo, and @miladydewintcr if you want to play too!

#dragon age #tag game #music

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britchell · 5 months ago

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Thank you @silvermoon-scrolls It’s great! 🥰❤️🥰

Tales of Fortune

I got an silly idea and I ran with it for @britchell Contribution Fest 2025.

Fandom: The Almighty Johnsons / Being Human (UK) Pairing: Anders/Mitchell (pre relationship) Rating: G Words: 600

Also on AO3

“Anders, look! A fortune teller.” Dawn was pointing to a star speckled tent at one side of the carnival path. “I always wanted to try one of those.”

Anders rolled his eyes. They had gotten free tickets to the carnival in order to ‘experience the fun and thrill’ and then help create a marketing campaign for the travelling tivoli. But he was already regretting agreeing to the job. He gave Dawn a suffering look. “If I wanted to listen to nonsense and admonitions I would be on speaking terms with my family.” He tried to get them to continue walking, but Dawn didn’t budge.

“What if they’re really good? It could be a great hook for the campaign. Please.”

He sighed loudly. “Fine.” It couldn’t be any worse in there than out here where every passing clown was waving creepingly at him.

~~~

Anders demonstratively hung back with crossed arms at the tent’s opening while Dawn seated herself in front of a woman dressed in stereotypical fortune teller garb. He checked his watch impatiently while Dawn was instructed to pour herself a cup of tea, drink it, and give the cup back to the woman. Of course it was fucking easy to tell the future if you took so long that it had already happened before you were done with your mumbo jumbo.

Swirling the cup and inspecting the leftover content, the ��seer’ finally spoke in what Anders had decided was a terrible, fake accent. “I see happiness in your future, young miss, but it’s hidden behind a dark, cold veil.”

“That’s rather ominous.” Dawn shifted on her pallet.

“And vague,” Anders snorted. Dawn ignored him, but the fortune-teller shot him a brief glance before continuing.

“Actually, what I see is an icy cupcake.”

Dawn frowned. “You mean a cupcake with icing?”

“No. I mean a cupcake made out of ice.”

“Okay…” Dawn sounded confused.

Only listening with half an ear, Anders smiled smugly at the sound of Dawn’s doubt. This would probably be her first and only visit to a fortune teller.

The woman prattled on. “What else... Let’s see here.” She swirled the cup once more. “Ah! A tall, dark stranger. Handsome too.”

“Now that’s more like it,” Dawn said, at once invested in the telling again.

“Sorry, that’s not for you. That’s for him.”

Anders snapped back to attention. “Come again?”

~~~

Mitchell was walking down the street, his hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his jacket. Lost in thought, he almost flashed his fangs right in the open street when a hand suddenly grabbed his arm, halting him in his steps. He tentatively relaxed when he took in the sight of his ‘assailant’; a middle-aged woman, dressed in colorful clothes with long hair that could really use a brush. She was staring vacantly right in front of her.

“You will find the nectar you seek in a far off land.” Her voice was distant and neutral.

Mitchell smiled. “I think it might be you who’ve had a bit too much ‘nectar’,” he said amused and gently patted her hand.

She turned her eyes to him but still seemed to look through him rather than at him. “Not for me. For you,” she insisted.

“Well, there’s plenty of ‘the nectar I seek’ right here,” Mitchell scoffed. “If only it didn’t come at such a high cost,” he added under his breath. He studied her face, trying to figure out if she was high or drunk. Either way she looked harmless enough.

Her grip on his arm tightened. “But beware to choose your vessel wisely. Or your quest will fail.”

Mitchell laughed. “I’m sorry. I think you’re mistaking me for Indiana Jones looking for the Holy Grail.” He eased her hand away. “Good day to you.”

~ Comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated ❤️

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silvermoon-scrolls · 2 months ago

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Yey! 4, 8, and 12 ❤️

4) a story idea you haven’t written yet

I have this action adventure for Hercules and Iolaus that I have had in my head for a very long time. Just a story about your regular evil dude seeking revenge on Hercules that could probably fit in as an episode for the show -- so nothing particularly special. But I really like action/adventure stories. There are too few of them.

8) if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you’d write one for…

A god and a vampire walk into a pub Anders and Mitchell meet each other in that one, but I would like to one day write what happens when Anders agrees to follow Mitchell home and they each learn what the other is.

12) a trope you’re really into right now

I’m not sure about “right now”, but I’m always into emotional whump in the form of guilt and despair. ^^ Nom nom nom.

Thank you for your interest!

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Title: "No Harm In Being Forgotten"

Once again a fill for @flashfictionfridayofficial but it's Wednesday, but hey everyday's Friday if you want it to be... Right? Anyways here is my fill for this prompt but also @abradner1 asked for more of my Britchell thing i did last week (I think it was last week?) so... Ask and you shall receive 😁 Enjoy!

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Fandom(s): The Almighty Johnson's, Being Human (UK)

Prompt(s): "The Devil You Forgot"

Relationship(s): Anders Johnson/John Mitchell, Anders Johnson & Bernie (Being Human UK)

Character(s): Anders Johnson, John Mitchell, Bernie (Being human UK)

Important Tag(s): Canon Divergence, Crossover Pairing, Accidental Kid Acquisition, No Beta We Die Like Bernie Didn't... Sorta

Rating: Teen and Up

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply, Profanity (they say fuck like three times)

Word Count: 1,119

"You what!?" "It's really not all that bad." "Not all that bad!" Mitchell exclaimed. "You texted me s.o.s and then started this call with 'I forgot Bernie at my brother's'." Or Left alone to look after Bernie, Anders has a little slip up... Just a little.

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"You what!?" Mitchell turned around and slammed the door to the supply room shut to block off the rest of the hospital from the disaster of a phone call he could already feel was coming.

"It's really not all that bad," came Anders voice down the line, trying to be convincing.

"Not all that bad!" Mitchell exclaimed. "You texted me s.o.s and then started this call with 'I forgot Bernie at my brother's'."

"Look, I'm in the car, breaking every traffic law, and heading straight over there as we speak."

As if on cue he heard a car horn that made him grimace for the safety of Anders but more for the safety of the public.

He shook his head. "Why did you even leave him in the first place?"

"I was at Mike's, talking to him about something, then Dawn called about one of our clients and normally she'd handle them but it was one of our more difficult and not to mention well paying clients. So I asked Mike to look after him for a moment while I popped down to meet the client. Then one thing led to another and—"

"You forgot him."

"At least I didn't lose him," Anders quickly countered. "That counts for something right?"

Mitchell pressed his lips. "What happened to, oh don't worry Mitchell he'll be safe here, nothing will happen to him Mitchell."

"Hey. One; I don't sound like that."

He rolled his eyes.

"And two," Anders continued. "I know where he is and it's somewhere safe, it's not like I forgot him at some serial killer's house."

He scoffed. "No, you just forgot him at your brother's bar which is a common hot spot for a bunch of Norse gods, some of whom have tried to kill you and your family."

"It's really not all as bad as it sounds."

"He's a child!" Mitchell finally yelled into the phone.

"And Mike's great with kids!" Anders tried to reason. "He raised me and my brothers and we turned out alright!"

"Your alright and my alright are two very separate things, Anders."

"He kept us alive, yeah?"

He could hear the smug smile Anders normally wore when he was trying to be convincing about something.

"That doesn't make me feel better," he supplied.

Anders huffed. "Contrary to all the shit I talk about my brother, he was the best thing we had to a stable parent figure. The kid's probably more safe with him than he'll ever be with me."

A part of him wished Anders was playing around with him, but he knew from that tone of voice meaning messed up childhood trauma he'd rather not talk about that it was more than Mike's capable parental abilities but rather Anders lack thereof.

He sighed and brought his hand to rub at his forehead.

"Mitchell?"

He turned towards the door that a skeptical George was peeking around. He jabbed a finger at the phone and swatted his hand at George.

"Oh, oh, it's the—right, got it, I'll just…" George pointed over his shoulder before awkwardly excusing himself from the room.

Mitchell let his head fall again as he pressed his eyes shut.

"Was that someone?" Anders asked.

"Hm? No, no. But I, uh… I have to go. Just text me when you get there, yeah?"

"You're in luck, Vlad. Just pulled up and—"

He heard the car door open and slam shut.

"Ah, see? There he is, fangs and all, and still cute as a button." He paused. "Can't say the same for Mike," he mumbled into the speaker.

Mitchell scoffed a laugh before lowering himself down on one of the nearest extra beds in the room. His hand with his phone resting on his knee as he let the other side of the conversation play out.

"Hey, kid." Anders started. "You have fun with Mike?"

There was an answer that he couldn't make out, but could recognize as Bernie's voice. Another voice joined in with a pointed tone at Anders as Anders continued to talk under his breath. The line crackled softly before a voice spoke directly into it.

"Hello?" Bernie said.

He quickly pulled the phone back to his ear. "Hey, Bernie." He put on a happy tone. "You doing okay?"

"Yeah, I got to meet one of Anders' brothers."

"I heard. That's uh…" he swallowed. The situation wasn't necessarily a good one to say but Bernie didn't know that. "That's good."

"When are you coming back?"

He bit his lip. "I'm—I'm not sure, soon… hopefully."

"Okay…" his voice fell.

He grimaced but pushed the worry aside as something to deal with later. "Alright, put Anders back on the phone for me."

He waited as he did just that.

"What'd I tell you?" Anders snarked. "I promised you he'd be safe, remember?"

"Yeah…" he ran his hand through his hair. "I'm sorry, I'm just stressed, and worried, and pretty fucking terrified to be honest."

He heard the car door slam shut but still heard the soft whistle of the wind passing the speaker.

"Well, I think we're doing a terrific job considering the circumstances"

"I'm serious, Anders."

"If it makes you feel any better I'm pretty fucking terrified myself," Anders said. "Settling down, a partner, kids. It's never exactly been something I pictured for myself…. Then here it all is, in my lap, at once." He smacked his lips. "It hasn't even been a week and I've already fucked up more than once."

"I think you should remember who fucked up in the first place."

Anders hummed. "I'd say it was a good fuck up, no?"

"Is that a soft spot I'm hearing?" He teased.

"I'm a god, I don't have soft spots."

"Said that about me too," he countered.

"You're the exception."

"Are vampire kids the exception too?"

"Kid. Singular," Anders articulated. "Don't pull anything else on me, Mitchell."

He finally heard the car door open and rustling down the line as Anders got in the car.

"Get home safe, with Bernie this time."

"I will apply all my safe driving skills that will hopefully make up for the drive over here."

"Alright." He took a breath before speaking again. "I love you."

"Oh?" Anders replied. "Are we the type of people that end every call with that now?"

"Maybe we are, just this once… for my sanity."

"Just because I gave you a scare." The faint rustling stopped. "I love you too," he softly spoke. "Now stop ditching work."

"I'm not—" The line beeped as Anders hung up on him.

He rolled his eyes at Anders once again before pocketing his phone, waiting for the inevitable next call or text that was to come.

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Once Upon A Time OC Masterlist

Name: Anastasia Cordova

Face Claim: Daisy Head

Love Interest: Cora Mills

Fic Title: Lost And Found

Plot Summary: A lost princess, Anastasia, is found in a town called Storybrooke. Yet no one knows who she is or where she came from. No one, until Cora Mills. Only she seems to know the girl’s true identity. But Anastasia is having a hard time remembering her, or much of anything for that matter.

Name: Carnelia Teufel

Face Claim: Charlize Theron

Love Interest: Rumplestiltskin

Fic Title: All Fall Down

Plot Summary: Many have heard of The Horned King, but few remember his queen. Even more ruthless and bloodthirsty than he, she has found her way back to the land of the living and it’s just about time she made the person who put her there pay. Along with some new and powerful allies, she’ll seek to destroy the lives of all those who’ve wronged her and anyone else who dare stand in her path.

Name: Delilah Tommel

Face Claim: Daisy Ridley (Enchanted Forest), Kennedy McMann (Storybrooke)

Love Interest: Archie Hopper

Fic Title: Little Wishes

Plot Summary: Delilah Tommel works as Regina Mills’ mild mannered assistant. She lives a quiet life with her dog Perdita and her love for gardening, but something still feels missing. That’s when Regina’s son Henry steps in and tells her about a life she can only dream possible.

Name: Diavelle Darkmoor

Face Claim: Alice Englert

Love Interest: Maleficent

Fic Title: A Tale Of Scale & Feather

Plot Summary: After finding out her one true love is Maleficent, Diavelle sets out to meet her, but is found out by her father, who curses her to live out her life as a Raven, caged in his home. She eventually escapes and flies to Maleficent's castle, hoping to break the curse, but with no way to communicate who she is, she must make herself content enough to be with Maleficent as a trusted familiar. Yet a dark curse gives her a second chance to reveal her true self, only now not even she remembers who she is.

Name: Fantasia Anders

Face Claim: Lily James

Love Interest: Killian Jones

Fic Title: She Is The Key

Plot Summary: When Henry becomes The Author he comes across the tale of The Realm Key. The Realm Key holds great magic that provides a doorway to any realm. Setting out on a quest to find it, he doesn’t expect it to be a person, especially not timid Storybrooke resident Taylor Anders. But how to unlock her powers proves more challenging than anyone expects.

Name: Jane Porter

Face Claim: Katherine Langford

Love Interest: Zelena Mills

Fic Title: Yellow Brick Road

Plot Summary: Jane Porter travels between realms, following her father and aiding in his research. When they find themselves in Oz, Jane meets Zelena. The two of them quickly fall in love, but then it’s time for Jane to move on. Her duty to her father comes first, but she promises Zelena that they’ll meet again. Years later, a curse brings them back together.

Name: Kusi Kaiserin

Face Claim: Shay Mitchell

Love Interest: Cruella DeVil

Fic Title: Connecting The Dots

Plot Summary: Kusi has been ruling her kingdom as an Emperor instead of an Empress. She’s known to her people by the name Kuzco, and everything is working out well for her. She’s to wed soon, having her selection of beautiful women to marry, and no one is the wiser to her little scheme. And then she’s taken away by dark curse to a place she’s not familiar with and with no memory of who she once was. Now she runs a llama farm on the edge of a town called Storybrooke and it’s humbled her. But the old Kusi is bubbling just under the surface and someone new in town might just be able to make her remember who she is.

Name: Megara Cosmas

Face Claim: Jessica Alexander

Love Interest: Hades

Fic Title: Rewrite Fate

Plot Summary: Megara Cosmas strikes a deal with Hades to rescue a loved one from the Underworld, which leaves her bound to his service. Over time, she becomes entangled in Storybrooke’s world as she assists Hades in manipulating events to his advantage. Though initially bitter and independent, Megara softens as she grows closer to Hades, finding herself falling for him despite their tumultuous pasts. Together, they must confront enemies from both the mortal realm and the Underworld as Megara wrestles with the morality of her choices and whether her loyalty lies with Hades or with those seeking to break his grip on their world.

Name: Miriam Dane

Face Claim: Dove Cameron

Love Interests: Regina Mills

Fic Title: Curses And Cures

Plot Summary: After experiencing a terrible loss, Miriam Dane wandered the Enchanted Forest, half mad with grief. When she stumbles upon an abandoned cottage, she takes up residence there. The children of the nearby village call her Mad Madam Mim, and she embraces her new role, using her magic to frighten them away. Then more tragedy befalls her as she’s accused of burning several houses in the village. It is not her doing, rather it’s the Evil Queen who’d done the damage, but she’s chased from her home, her only comfort. If they were going to paint her the villain, then the villain she’d become. But the next thing she knows, she’s in a place called Storybrooke, where she lives as a fortune teller at the edge of town. Here, Miriam is tormented by another life she’s lived inside her head. What if it turns out that her other life is real? She may be the most sane one in town.

Name: Odette Rodanthe

Face Claim: Hannah van der Westhuysen

Love Interest: Victoria Belfrey

Fic Title: Swan Song

Plot Summary: Odette works as Victoria Belfrey’s assistant. She practically runs her life, but try as she may, she can’t seem to find a way into her heart. She’s about to give up and move on when things get interesting. Lucy, comes to Odette with a book of fairy tales and Odette can’t help but be drawn into her crazy theories.

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The Monster Mash

Just a fun little fic with Anders and Mitchell celebrating their first Halloween as a married couple.

Ever since Anders and Mitchell married and moved into their new home, Mitchell has been bouncing at the chance to decorate for holidays. Anders just rolls his eyes at the former vampire and lets him ramble on and on about what he was planning for their first holiday in their new home. All of the remodelling on the house had been done so now there was nothing standing in Mitchell’s way.

It began in August. Every couple of weeks a couple of boxes were delivered to their door. Whenever Anders would ask his husband what they were, he was just given the “You’ll see,” answer. Mitchell would open the boxes, see what’s inside and close them back up again and use either a red marker or an orange marker to mark an ‘X’ on the box. Then he would smile and giggle like a child at Christmas time.

By September Anders had to go through a tunnel of boxes in his home office in order to get to his desk. “Jooohnnn Mitchell-Johnson!”

Mitchell knew he was in trouble if Anders was using his full name. He followed the bellowing to the office, “You rang? Anders? Where are you?”

“I’m right here,” a wall of boxes came down revealing Anders behind them. “John, what the fuck is going on with all of these boxes? You’re getting out of control here! Are these Christmas gifts or what?”

Mitchell leaned against the door frame, “Nooo. You said you didn’t care about decorating and whenever I tried to explain to you what I was going to do, you just blew me off, soooooo “

“So these are decorations?”

“Yep. Halloween and Christmas decorations. I have two more deliveries and then I can start putting up the Halloween decorations.”

“You have got to be kidding me Vlad! I thought when you talked about decorations, you meant some pumpkins, some flowers and a few scented candles. What the fuck did you buy?”

John got another grin on his face, “Would you like me to show you?” He moved some boxes out of his way so he could walk over to the desk and opened the laptop. After some scrolling he showed Anders a picture of Halloween decorations.

“What the hell? Are you really? John this is ….” Anders finally smiled, “fucking awesome! And it’s going to take forever to get all of this set up!”

“That’s why I’ve been ordering it all ahead of time! And with the two of us and maybe Axl and Zeb’s help, we can get it all set up in time!”

More and more, Anders' face was getting a shit-eating grin on it while looking at John’s plan. “But wait a minute. John, I thought you didn’t like Halloween?”

Mitchell sighed, “Wellll that was before! Before when I was a vampire. Before we bought this super cool house. I want to go all out this year! But I also don’t want it to be so scary that it scares kids away, so that’s why I went with those,” Mitchell pointed to the Halloween pictures.

“Oh and this…” Mitchell said, “is for Christmas! Whaddya think, love?”

“Wow. I have to say I’m impressed, babe. It looks like a Christmas wonderland! I love it! But THAT is going to take a lot of work. Especially after having to take all of the Halloween shit down first,” Anders was getting pumped just thinking about it all.

“I know, but we can handle it,” Mitchell leaned down and gave Anders a big kiss.

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After weeks of decorating, the big day finally arrived. Anders left work early so he could get home and help Mitchell with any final touches, and start passing out candy to all of the little trick or treaters.

Anders was trying not to speed to get home, but he was in a hurry and wanted to see the house all lit up and spooky. He never really got into Halloween as an adult because it was something which he was never able to do when he was a kid. He always made sure that Ty and Axl had costumes so that at least they could enjoy the holiday. He was lucky if Ty decided to share his candy with him. Anders and Mitchell had actually carved out their own pumpkins this year. He thought it was a dumb idea, but John insisted on it, so he went along with it. It was actually really nice doing something like that as a first time for the couple. New memories to replace old ones.

He was getting a kick out of looking at all of the houses decorated for Halloween on his way home. He was amazed at the lengths some of them went to, well, including themselves. Mitchell had taken the day of Halloween off work to put the finishing touches on the house. Zeb and Axl were supposed to help which worried him if they would even show up.

He turned on his road and slowed down when he saw an orange and purple glow coming from where his home should be.

There were orange lights in every window of their house with witches, skeletons, ghosts and monsters in the windows. All of the bushes and trees were wrapped in orange and purple lights which glowed under cob webs with fog coming up from behind the bushes. “What in the world have you done John Mitchell?” Anders mumbled to himself. He didn’t know about the fog machine and all of the lights. His favourite part was on one side of the house there was one skeleton on the roof helping pull up two more skeletons onto the roof!!

He saw the giant spider in one part of the yard that had green lights for eyes on it that he and John set up the week before. And there were ghosts hanging in the trees that they had hung up as well. Another spot in the lawn was more skeletons with cowboy hats on, posed sitting in lawn chairs in front of a campfire made from sticks and orange and yellow lights. The skeletons were holding sticks with marshmallows on the end like they were roasting marshmallows! He pulled in the garage so that his car wasn’t blocking anything in the driveway. He came out of the garage while the door was shutting and stopped dead in his tracks at something he had missed.

“What the hell John! You made an archway to the porch! I hope that doesn’t scare away the little monsters,” Anders kept looking amazed at what John had done.

“Do you like it? I found it on Pinterest. It’s made out of pool noodles!!!”

Anders gave John a big hug and kiss, “I can’t believe I heard the word Pinterest come out of your mouth. But, this looks amazing!”

“Hey, what about us? We spent all damn day helping Mitchell put all of this stuff up. It’s pretty cool isn’t it?” Axl said.

“Oh whatever Axl, it’s not like you had anything else to do. I think the pumpkins we carved are my favourite things,” Anders smiled at Mitchell.

John smiled at his husband, “Mine too. I put them next to our chairs on the porch for when we pass out candy.”

They heard a siren go off to signal that trick or treating can start. The kids had 90 minutes to enjoy going from house to house dressed as ghosts, goblins, witches and vampires.

John looked around for Zeb and Axl, “Guys! Go start the music! The kids will be around soon. C’mon Anders let’s go sit up on the porch and wait for the onslaught!”

Axl had turned on the scary music that could be heard a couple of houses down. Zeb had started popping popcorn in the huge popcorn machine that they had rented. John had plugged something else in that turned out to be a bubble machine. The bubbles looked really cool along with the fog rolling around the yard.

Anders was looking at the bowls of candy that John had bought, “John, you bought full size candy bars! You know once word gets out we’re going to kids from miles around!”

“That’s the hope!” Mitchell said. “Look. I made sure to buy candy bars that don’t have nuts in them for those with nut allergies, and I also bought bags of candy that was safe for little toddlers.”

Anders was shaking his head at his husband, “How much did all of this candy cost?”

Mitchell just mumbled something and turned his head hoping to avoid the question. “Okay, let’s sit down. I think I heard some kids coming!” Mitchell’s whiskey eyes sparkled with anticipation like a child on Christmas Eve waiting for Santa Claus, and Anders couldn’t deny him this excitement!

The first couple of kids stopped at the beginning of the sidewalk with their parents. You could tell that they were looking at all of the decorations around the house. They slowly made their way up the sidewalk with wide eyes and their little mouths open. There was a timid “trick or treat” from the two boys. The parents of course were smiling, taking everything in, “Wow, you guys did great decorating the house!”

Mitchell was busy with the kids picking out what candy they wanted.

Anders answered, “Thanks. My husband did most of the work. He couldn’t wait to decorate for the holidays after we moved in.”

“Well, welcome to the neighbourhood. I’m Scott, this is my wife Becky, and these two superheroes are Cooper and Tate.”

Mitchell and Anders stood up to shake hands and introduce themselves to their new neighbours, “Very nice to meet you!” Anders offered.

“Are those real skeletons climbing up your house?” one of the little boys asked.

Mitchell smiled, “Nah those are just plastic decorations. They won’t hurt you.”

The mother spoke up, “Boys what do you say to the nice gentlemen?”

The boys were still looking at their full size candy bars when one of the boys said, “Wow, these are the big candy bars! Thank you!”

Anders and John both laughed, “You are very welcome! Have fun!” John had the big smile on his face that Anders loved. After the boys had headed back down the sidewalk, Anders gave John the look of wanting to drag him to bed. John knew exactly what the look meant, “Oh no, you’re going to have to wait until later tonight for that, babe!”

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It didn’t take long before more and more trick-or-treaters were coming in droves. Apparently the word about the full size candy bars had gotten out, and John couldn’t be more happy about it. They were both enjoying watching all of the kids walk up the sidewalk in various costumes. Whenever there was a vampire dressed up in front of the couple, Anders got a chuckle at watching John interact with the ‘vampires’. There were the other typical costumes like ghosts and witches and princesses. They even had a couple of Thors visit them! Axl and Zeb decided to have a little fun of their own and had pulled up a couple of chairs next to the skeletons at the ‘campfire’ to scare the kids whenever they wandered over to check them out!

Towards the end of the evening, two beautiful women and two young princesses came strolling up the sidewalk towards Anders and Mitchell. Anders was impressed with the dresses the princesses wore. It was obvious they weren’t the usual costumes bought at a store, and were hand made. “Wow don’t you two look gorgeous in those dresses! Who are you supposed to be?”

Mitchell looked at Anders like he was out of his mind, “You seriously don’t know who they are supposed to be?”

“No! I don’t. Do you?”

The girls were giggling at Anders.

“Of course I do. Duhhh! This lovely lady here in yellow is Belle from Beauty and the Beast, and this lovely lady is Rapunzel from Tangled.”

“Yeah duhhh,” the little Belle laughed at Anders. Now the moms were giggling at Anders as well.

The brunette mother spoke up, “You two are new to the neighbourhood aren’t you?”

“Guilty as charged!” John said, “I’m John and this is my husband Anders. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Stephanie, and this is my wife Camilla. We live a couple blocks down on the other side of the road.” Stephanie was obviously scoping out Anders, which Mitchell wasn’t too crazy about.

“You’ve definitely won the best house decorations of the neighbourhood. Very impressive boys,” Camilla, a striking redhead, was making her intentions known as well.

Anders caught Mitchell looking at him out of the corner of his eye. He cleared his throat to try to clear the air a little, “And who are these royal princesses?”

“Oh, these are our daughters, Juliet is Belle, and Isla is Rapunzle,” Camilla offered.

“Isla, huh? That’s a beautiful Irish name,” Mitchell offered.

“You talk funny,” Isla noticed.

“Oh lassie that’s because I’m Irish,” Mitchell winked at the little girl, which made Isla giggle even more.

“My grandma is Irish too!” Isla reported excitedly.

John’s eyes grew wide, “Really! Well, maybe we’re related somehow. You never know!” John couldn’t but fall into Isla’s blue eyes.

Camilla made sure the girls said trick-or-treat and thank you after Anders gave them their candy. The foursome headed back down the sidewalk when Mitchell and Anders noticed they had stopped and the two moms were whispering to each other. Camilla turned around and came back to the porch.

Anders thought maybe they forgot something, “Hey did you forget something?”

“Well uh, Stephanie and I were wondering if the two of you ever play around?”

Mitchell choked on his beer that he just took a swig of! Anders turned and looked at Mitchell and patted him on the back, “You alright there babe?”

Mitchell just shook his head.

Anders looked up at Camilla, “I’m afraid not. You’re both beautiful women and I’m sure you’re a lot of fun to hang out with. But, we’ve fought really hard to be together, so we’re pretty happy with the way things are, and we’re not looking for anything else. But it’s flattering that you asked. Maybe sometime the four of you can come over for a bar-b-que or something.” John looked lovingly at his husband with what he said.

Camilla was watching the two of them and could see the love in their eyes, “Well, that’s a shame, we could have had a lot of fun together. But I totally get it. And we’d love to bring the girls over for dinner sometime. Enjoy your evening boys.” She winked and turned around and walked away.

Anders and Mitchell watched the family walk away, and then looked each other in the eyes. Mitchell grabbed Anders’s hand and kissed it gently. “Thank you for saying that. It really meant a lot to me.”

“John, let there be no question about how I feel about you and how I feel about our marriage. There is no room in this marriage for anyone else besides the two of us. Well, unless we get a dog.”

Mitchell smirked at Anders for that remark, “Or two dogs.”

“Don’t push it!” Anders leaned up to give his husband a kiss. Just then the siren went off to signal the end of trick-or-treat for the evening. “Ohhh finally. I’m getting stiff sitting out here. What do you say we take this inside?”

“Sounds good to me,” Mitchell looked over at Axl and Zeb asleep in the lawn chairs next to the skeletons, “but what do we do about those two.”

“Oh, just leave ‘em there. They’ll eventually wake up.”

John furrowed his brow, “Are you sure?”

Anders opened the door for his husband, “Yeah, what’s the worst that can happen to them? Get attacked by a werewolf? Now get inside so I can take you to bed, Vlad.”

Mitchell took one more look at Axl and Zeb snoozing away before taking Anders’s hand and pulled him inside with him. Anders turned off the porch light to signal that trick-or-treating was over. “Now then Mr. Mitchell-Johnson,” Anders reached up to give a seductive kiss to Mitchell, “shall we go upstairs?”

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Axl woke up choking on a fly, “What the fuck! Zeb, what the hell time is it?” He shook Zeb’s shoulder, “Zeb, wake up egg!”

“Hmmm, wha? What’s happening?”

Axl finally found his phone and looked at the time, “Shit! It’s 1:30 in the morning! They let us fall asleep out here and didn’t wake us up!”

“Bullocks! But I was sleeping rather well though.”

“Zeeebbb!”

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