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anglophiletraveler · 4 months ago

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Hair

This story formed in my head with all of the latest rage over Aidan’s hair in his interviews for Rivals! Everyone went nuts over it, including me, and then when the show finally aired, everyone went nuts over his hair in Rivals and that stache! And of course I kept hearing in my mind the song “Hair” by The Cowsills - “Grow it, show it. Long as I can grow it! Long beautiful hair!”

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“Did you get it?” Is how Anders answered the phone call from his husband, who was waiting to hear whether or not he got a promotion at work. Anders and Dawn had been at JPR wondering whether or not Mitchell had gotten the new position at the hospital.

Mitchell was grinning ear to ear, “I got it! Oh my gosh Anders! I can’t believe they picked me!” Anders gave a thumbs up to Dawn and she let out a scream in excitement.

“Of course they picked you, as much work as you’ve put into that unit. You deserve it!”

“But I don’t think there are too many male nurse managers of an OB unit in a hospital!” John Mitchell was shaking so much from nerves and excitement he nearly dropped the phone.

Anders’ dimples were showing from the full grin that he had on his face, “Well that just shows that you are more than qualified for the job, and they recognize that. So, how much of a raise do you get?”

John stopped smiling, “Uh, I don’t know, I forgot to ask!”

“You forgot to ask how much they’re going to pay you! Vlad, what the hell!”

“I know, but it doesn’t matter to me. The job is what really matters, love.”

“AND no more weekends, night shift or holiday work! So dinner tonight at Bella Bella’s to celebrate! I assume that you’re still wearing the suit I bought you for the interview?” Anders asked his husband.

“Um, well it’s hanging up in the locker room, I changed back into my scrubs to go back on the floor after the interview, but yeah I can change back for a celebratory dinner,” Mitchell was looking at himself in the mirror while he was talking to Anders. He was running his fingers through his hair playing with it.

Anders’s dimples were on full display as he smiled talking to Mitchell, “Great. You get off work at 7:00 right?”

“Yes love, you know I do.”

“Ahh I can’t wait for you to work better hours. So I’ll meet you at the restaurant around 7:30?”

“Sounds perfect, love. I’ll see you there.”

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The OB Department wasn’t busy at all, so the supervisor let Mitchell leave early in light of what he would be celebrating. He went back to the locker room to change back into his suit. He was looking in the mirror while he was adjusting his tie and his collar. The former vampire couldn’t help but stare at himself in the mirror now since he can see his reflection. He’s always making sure that he looks his best now. He pulled on his suit coat when he caught something in the mirror. He stood back and looked at his reflection in his suit. Anders made sure that he had a beautiful suit for the job interview, especially since as a unit manager he would be going to various meetings with different department heads in the hospital. He couldn’t stop staring. Something wasn’t right. Then it dawned on him what it was. He looked at his watch and headed out the door.

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Anders had rounded up the entire family, even Mike and Michelle, and they were all at Bella Bella in a private dining room waiting for the guest of honour to arrive.

Anders figured that Mitchell would arrive around 7:30 since he got off work at 7:00, but it was now 8 pm and he still hadn’t arrived at the restaurant. There was one thing for sure, and that was the Johnson family was not a patient lot. Finally, Anders ordered appetizers to satisfy the restless natives.

He looked at his watch again and texted his husband, ‘Hey what’s going on? Are you still at work? I thought you’d be here by now!’

Crickets. Anders didn’t get a response back.

Mike observed Anders on his phone, “What’s the matter Anders? Did we get stood up by your husband?”

Anders made an indignant face at Mike, always trying to get a dig in at he and Mitchell’s marriage, “Fuck off Mike, of course not, he’s still at work.” At least that’s what Anders was hoping.

The appetizers had just arrived at the table keeping everyone busy for a few more minutes. Axl looked up and stared at something and practically dropped his breadstick in his lap. Ty looked at the expression on Axl’s face and then followed it causing his eyebrows to raise. Soon everyone was silent and staring except for Anders. Anders finally noticed the silence and turned around to see what everyone was staring at. It took him a double take to realize that it was actually his husband everyone was staring at, and it wasn’t because he was in a suit.

“Holy fuck John! What the fuck did you do to your hair?!!” Anders was practically shouting. Good thing they were in a private dining room.

Mitchell sat down in the empty chair next to Anders, “Well what do you think?” Everyone was still staring at Mitchell and his hair, or the lack thereof.

Finally Dawn spoke up, “I think it looks very nice Mitchell, more professional for your new position.”

Mitchell smiled at Dawn, “Thanks Dawn. That’s what I was going for. I thought maybe it was time to sharpen up my look for my new job.” Everyone was chatting in agreement that they liked Mitchell’s shorter hair. Everyone except for Anders, which didn’t go unnoticed by Mitchell.

Champagne was poured and Anders made a toast in honour of his husband and his new position at the hospital. Ever since he became mortal when the Norse gods left their mortal vessel and flew off to Asgard, former vampire John Mitchell has worked very hard at first getting his nursing degree, then his nursing job at the hospital and now working his way to becoming the first male nursing manager of the obstetrics unit.

Throughout the evening Mitchell caught Anders staring at him out of the corner of his eye. He knew that Anders would have a problem with his haircut, but he didn’t think he would be getting this kind of response. Michelle spied the tension between husband and husband, “Anders don’t you love Mitchell’s new look? I think it’s gorgeous, and he still has his curls!”

Anders cocked his head at his husband, “Of course he’s gorgeous. Nothing’s going to change that.” The blonde smiled at the brunette, but Mitchell could tell that it wasn’t a completely happy smile. The rest of the conversation would probably happen later at home. But the rest of the meal was spent with Mitchell describing the duties of his new position and how much money he will now be making. Some family members gave him gifts for his new office. Every once in a while Anders would sneak a look at Mitchell’s haircut.

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The couple was now home and Mitchell mumbled something like he couldn’t wait to get his tie off.

Anders smiled at Mitchell, “You know the ironic thing is, that now you will have to wear one of those and a suit every day now.”

Mitchell rolled his eyes, “Don’t remind me. Bloody hell, I suppose I am going to have to go buy a few more suits.”

Anders cocked his head in agreement, “You’re going to need more than just a couple, but don’t worry, we can make a stop at my tailor.”

Mitchell had stripped out of his suit and was heading for a shower, “I’m not going to spend as much on my suits as you do, love. I’m heading into the shower to get these loose hairs from my haircut washed off.”

Anders just mumbled something, which caught Mitchell, “What did you say?”

“Hmm? Nothing.”

“Oh, I thought I heard you say somethin.”

“Hmm, not me, love,” Anders went out to the kitchen.

Mitchell furrowed his brow while he watched his husband leave the room. He thought for sure Anders would’ve said something about his haircut. Maybe it didn’t really bother him after all.

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A couple of weeks later, Mitchell was all set to start his new position. He and Anders had gone shopping again and bought more suits for the brunette. He’d actually bought a few stylish jumpers that would be considered alright for the office. Anders and the store clerk had both very much enjoyed the fashion show that John gave while trying on clothes.

The night before his first day on the job, John was making sure everything with his suit was ready, from his dress shirt, all the way down to the shine on his new shoes. He was brushing the suit coat with a lint brush when Anders handed him a box wrapped in an elegant black wrapping paper with a tasteful silver bow on top.

John smiled and looked at his husband, “What’s this?”

Anders smiled, “Open it and find out.”

John leaned down and gave Anders a loving kiss then sat on the bed to open the box. It was the size of a shoe box, so he was confused as to what it could be. He removed the paper and raised the lid of the box, everything seemed to be wrapped in silver tissue paper. He unwrapped the tissue paper to find an elegant pen and pencil set with a wood and marble block for them to rest in. The brunette gasped, “Anders! Love, this is too much!”

Anders gave a smug smile, “See what else is in the box?”

John furrowed his brows in surprise, “There’s more?” He unwrapped a beautiful desk calendar/clock, and then found a beautifully framed picture of the two of them that was just the right size for his desk. Mitchell was shaking his head, “Bloody hell, Anders! They’re all so beautiful, especially the frame for our picture. Thank you so much! I love all of it. And I love you!” John set his gifts down and cupped Anders’s face with his hands and met his lips with passion. Anders pulled his shirt off and then pulled the brunette’s t-shirt off and ran his hands over John’s beautiful chest of dark hair. Even though the two had been together for years now, Anders could never get enough of rubbing his face in that beautiful dark chest hair. Mitchell unbuckled Anders’s pants and slipped them off and then slipped his own off and pulled the blonde down on top of him on their bed. They both chuckled at the bounce of the bed. Anders proceeded to nip at John’s ticklish spots on the sides of his long torso, “Damnit Anders! Stop!” He quickly flipped the two of them over so that he was on top now so Anders took the opportunity to run his fingers through John’s hair but stopped abruptly.

John furrowed his brow at Anders, “What’s wrong, love?”

Anders rolled his eyes and shook his head, “It’s all gone!”

Mitchell took a look down at his nether region, “No, I’m pretty sure it’s still there.”

“Not your cock, you dick! Your hair! Your hair! It’s all gone!”

Mitchell sat up, “Are you seriously just now bringing this up!?”

“I can’t help it Mitch! I’ve tried, I really have tried to get over it. And believe me, when you are dressed in one of your suits, with that haircut, you look absolutely illegal. But in bed, I thoroughly miss it, especially when you’re on top. I didn’t realise how much I would miss it hanging down, and when I run my fingers through it… fuck, I miss it!”

“I can’t believe that after almost a month, you’re just now saying something about it,” the brunette chuckled. “Do you really hate it? Does it look that bad? I mean, here I am the night before I start my new job…”

“No, no, that’s the thing… it doesn’t look bad at all, I ….just… miss the long hair and the way it would fall in my face when you were on top. You look gorgeous with it, you really do. I’m just being a baby,” the blonde confessed.

Mitchell gave Anders a fake pout, “Aww you’re so adorable when you get like this. Come ‘ere.”

“I am not adorable!”

Mitchell threw his head back and gave Anders one of those big open mouth laughs that melts Anders’s heart, “Yes you are, you are an absolutely adorable little God and I love you,” Mitchell started licking up Anders’s neck to nibble on his ear.

Anders started moaning, “Johhn please…”

John chuckled, “Bloody hell you’re actually begging, I love it!”

“I’m not begging! Just asking very nicely. Ohhhh John you’re killing me!” Mitchell licked up his neck again pulling another moan from Anders. Mitchell lowered himself down the bed and began to kiss and lick at the skin just below his belly button and pretty soon, Anders had forgotten what he was about to say. He was panting now at the sensation of John’s mouth on his length. He started to run his fingers through John’s hair. The vibration of John’s mouth quickly brought Anders closer to his end and his hand yanked on Mitchell’s hair, causing him to raise up and yell, “Ouch! What the fuck Anders? That hurt!”

“I’m so sorry, but that’s what happens when your hair is too short.” Anders opened his hand to find a few dark curls in it.

Mitchell saw the hair in Anders’s hand and was shocked, “Bloody hell! You pulled my hair out!”

“Well what the fuck do you want me to do about it now? Glue them back on your head?”

Mitchell reached up and pulled a couple of hairs from Anders’s head, “Ouch! What the hell! Why did you do that?”

Mitchell was laughing now, “Now we’re even, love!” He laid down pulling the blonde down on top of him, “Now, I believe you were about to return your attention to me?”

“Mmmm yes, love. Just… don’t pull my hair out.”

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#aidan turner #dean o'gorman #the almighty johnsons #being human uk #anders johnson #john mitchell

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2shuang · 2 years ago

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[Fiki/britchell/darkhawk/many aidan/dean] The thought of you... it's never consuming me.

In all worlds, they found each other and fell in love with each other. Maybe Anders was not sure about it at first, and felt consuming that who was Mitchell's true love. But finally, it will never consume him anymore.

relationship: fiki, britchell, darkhawk, Philip/Mark, Russell/luke, leonardo/iolaus(i want to make some ioluke at first, but it's pity that there's no suitable sences) and many aidan/dean...(many unfixed relationships)

Colour means the past and Anders' imagination. Fading means now.

Actually, the reason I made this fanvid is that I saw another fanvid about Aidan/everyone and Mitchell/George with tagging britchell and darkhawk. In that fanvid, Mitchell is not even in love with Anders! I can't stand to see either of them treated like a tool, so I made this one.

They must love each other most!

#dean o'gorman #aidan turner #fili #kili #aidean #britchell #anders johnson #john mitchell #fiki #darkhawk #fanvid

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britchell · 7 months ago

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BCF IS BACK!

As you guys know this event will be running from January 1st to the 31st on the @britchell tumblr

We would love to see anything that you create (We mean Anything, seriously!) so please do share with us by tagging us (@britchell) OR using the hashtag #BCF2025 OR USE OUR FORM to submit your work!!!

You got a headcanon? a wip? An old fic that needs a new chapter? photos you have hoarded?? Share it with us!!

You have no ideas? No problem!

WE HAVE PROMPTS!!!! This year we will be dividing them by theme

remember you can use these at any point during the month of january; we are sharing them in advance

Already posted lists:

Crack

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youuuuegg · 6 months ago

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#britchell #john mitchell #anders johnson

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silvermoon-scrolls · 6 months ago

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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 creepily at him.

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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?”

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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 ❤️

#britchell #silvermoon writes #anders johnson/john mitchell

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anglophiletraveler · 8 months ago

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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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#aidan turner #ross poldark #john mitchell #being human uk #anders johnson #the almighty johnsons #dean o'gorman

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GatheringFiKi Trick or Treat event 2023

Trick: Last Halloween one of them got his heart broken. This Halloween he's going to put it past him. Or is he…?

relationship: Mitchell/Anders

warning: blood, character death

Thanks @linane-art and @gatheringfiki and apologise for my terrible English.

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In Anders' dictionary, the word "Halloween" had never existed. He had no interest in picking up a pumpkin from the supermarket, nor did he fancy sporting a pair of silly bat wings on his back. Above all, he had no desire to open his door and find a group of kids draped in bed sheets, grinning foolishly and asking, "Trick or treat?"

No Trick. No treat.

Luckily, he lived in an apartment, and the security measures saves him from those chattering children.

Wait, not so lucky after all.

As Anders pulled out a bottle of beer and closed the fridge door, he found his boyfriend stooding by the sofa, holding a devilish headband and looking at him expectantly.

AND NO PUPPY EYES!

"If you dare to put that thing on my head, I promise you won't be allowed through my door from tomorrow," the god furrowed the brow.

"Fine, I'll wear it myself," Mitchell shrugged and placed the glowing red headband on his own head.

Anders arched an eyebrow, "Have a good night." Haunted houses and festive nights held no appeal for him.

"Hey! It's us going together!" The vampire seized the blonde attempting to slip away, lowered his head to nuzzle their foreheads, and drew them into a deep kiss.

With no need for breath, the vampire turned the kiss into a one-sided dominance. Anders gradually felt lightheaded due to the lack of oxygen. In his daze, he didn't realize when Mitchell removed his hands from Anders' waist, but he did notice that something had become entangled in his hair.

Mitchell restored his boyfriend's breath, saying, "Alright, let's go."

The disgruntled little god blinked and, after catching his breath, reached up to touch the item that had been placed on his head – a circlet.

"Since you're a 'god.'"

"Northman god," Anders rolled his eyes. "Bragi is not a flying baby without pants."

"That's not the point. Let's go."

Despite having Mitchell by his side, Anders remained uninterested in Halloween. The place was swarming with visitors dressed up as all sorts of vampires and ghosts, creating such a racket that he had to tug on the real vampire's collar each time just to lower his head enough to hear what he was saying. Oh, and they had to watch out for those agile "little ghosts" darting through the crowd.

Anders' gaze wandered aimlessly between the street's pumpkin lanterns and fluorescent skeleton costumes, finally settling on a candy-laden vendor cart by the roadside. "Maybe we can get some candy," Anders said, turning to look at the vampire. But Mitchell's attention was still elsewhere, as if he were searching for something.

"Mitchell? Mitchell!" Anders raised his voice.

"What?" the brunette turned his head around.

"I said we could get some candy," Anders' tone carried a hint of annoyance. "Just in case you feel like giving some to a little ghost who might bump into us."

He remembered Mitchell mentioning that when in England, they used to prepare a whole cookie tin full of candies for Halloween and wait for the doorbell to ring.

However, Mitchell's reaction took him completely by surprise. The vampire seemed to react as if stressed, his expression suddenly turning serious, almost angrily. He declined the suggestion and pulled him away from the candy cart.

Anders' dissatisfaction flared up as well. He had agreed to come to this Halloween market, which he didn't particularly like, with the idea of "accompanying Mitchell" tonight. But now, this fucking vampire was throwing a fit just because he suggested buying candy? But the only reason he wanted to buy candy is because giving out candy was Mitchell's tradition!

After being pulled along by Mitchell for a while, Anders realized that he seemed to have a specific destination in mind.

"Where are we going?" the god asked impatiently.

"To get some makeup."

"I beg you pardon?!"

"Makeup," Mitchell turned to look at him, "People do it for Halloween."

Anders immediately pulled his hand away. "If you like smearing all those colorful paints on your face, go ahead and turn your face into a graffiti wall. I don't like it."

"Happy?" Anders glared angrily at Mitchell. He had been given an exaggerated makeover, nearly unrecognizable.

The big puppy, also with a new face, nodded. He looked obedient, guilty, and remorseful, but with his makeup, it’s a bit comical.

The blonde fought the urge to pat this big puppy and sighed with a furrowed brow, "I'm hungry." He hadn't even had dinner to make it on time according to Mitchell's schedule.

The vampire, who had just settled down, became alert again upon hearing Anders' words. Unaware of his boyfriend's transformation, Anders pulled out his phone from his pocket and checked it, "There seems to be a restaurant not far ahead having a dinner party..."

"No!" Mitchell suddenly interrupted in a loud voice.

Startled, the little god hesitated for a few seconds, then ripped off the headband and flung it right at the vampire's chest.

"John Mitchell, I've had enough of you," Anders stared at him with a serious expression, his beautiful blue eyes reflecting the warm orange glow of the lights. If it weren't for the current atmosphere, Mitchell would have wanted to kiss them.

He rarely saw Anders genuinely angry, or rather, this was the only time.

But regardless, he wouldn't agree to Anders going to that restaurant.

"I don't know what's gotten into you, but tonight, you haven't respected my opinions for a single second. Now I'm not interested in continuing to be your servant." He roughly ruffled his hair and muttered to himself, "Why the hell did I waste an entire evening on this?"

"Anders, I..."

"Ahh, SHUT UP." Anders interrupted Mitchell just as the vampire had interrupted him earlier. "That's it. I'm going home, and you can stay for your Halloween revelry."

Going home.

The words hit the vampire like a pin bursting a balloon, making him suddenly realize something.

Home.

Small, enclosed, controllable, home.

Why had he never thought that he could lock Anders in their room tonight? They didn't need any makeup or masks to hide themselves. As long as Anders didn't see anyone besides him, he would be safe, of course!

No, Anders didn't even need to see him! To avoid any moment when he couldn't control his vampire nature.

Mitchell was thrilled with his newfound idea, but when he came to his senses, the angry god had already disappeared into the bustling crowd.

"Anders? ANDERS!!!"

The surrounding noise and laughter seemed to announce his failure once again.

Mitchell moved against the flow of the crowd, simultaneously trying to detect the familiar scent of his lover in the air.

He was no longer in a hurry because no matter when he found Anders, there was only one outcome waiting for him. A ten-minute time difference wouldn't change anything.

However, he still had chances.

The first time, they decided to spend Halloween at home. But when Anders heard a knock at the door and went to answer it, a sharpened wooden stake drove into his carotid artery.

The second time, he chose to take Anders out. While walking down the street, a few trick-or-treat kids approached them, bouncing around. Anders urged him to buy some candy quickly to get rid of these annoying little imps. But when he returned with candy and saw Anders again, his lover was lying in a pool of blood, with a few kids wiping the blood from their mouths standing nearby.

The third time, they picked a less crowded street and stayed close to his little god. But an arrow pierced through Anders' chest from behind.

The fourth time, he took Anders to a restaurant with a performance. However, in the few seconds he looked down to twirl his pasta with his fork, a gun was pressed against Anders' head.

The fifth time, when he finally found the familiar scent in a dark alley, Anders was barely clinging to life, curled up in a corner. The paint on his face had smeared with blood, looking dirty and comical.

And he was almost becoming numb to it.

He didn't even rush to the blonde immediately, despite Anders' eyes widening at the sight of him. The neck wound left him speechless. Anders was surprised and in pain at his almost indifferent composure, struggling on the brink of life and death, desperately needing his lover.

Mitchell knelt by Anders' side, carefully cradling him in his arms and leaned down to kiss his blood-smeared lips.

Tears streamed down the little god cheeks.

"I promise, baby, I promise, there won't be anyone hurting you next time."

Because he suddenly thought of a better way. Instead of hiding from other vampires' hunts with Anders, he would do it himself.

Next Halloween, he would bring his young vampire with him, joining tonight's revelry.

#GF's Trick or Treat 2023 #britchell #anders johnson #john mitchell #gatheringfiki

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