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Tangled Up In You

Gathering FiKi spring FRE prompt 4: “You're the words when I have nothing to say.”

Fandom: Being Human (UK)/The Almighty Johnsons

Pairing: Anders Johnson/John Mitchell

Rating: Lemon?

Warnings: Self-Doubt, uncertainty, smut

Theme: Tangled Up In You by Staind

Request: N/A

Words: 841

Status: Fin

Notes: any prize would be fine. First Britchell fic. Urf.

Anders sighed, slumping back onto his bed and running a hand over his face. Everything felt different now, without Bragi in the back of his head, without the voice to twist and bend those around him, to shape his life. He'd forgotten what it was like to not have that, forgotten how a quiet mind felt. He'd never discussed it with his brothers, had hardly discussed it with Olaf, but being the vessel of the God of Poetry had always made him feel like he had someone, even when he was alone.

The feeling had been overwhelming at first, but as he'd grown used to it, he had taken comfort in it, until he'd almost lost where he ended and Bragi began. At no point had he even considered he might lose it, had even been excited at the prospect of the presence strengthening when Axl found Frigg, but that wasn't what happened.

It felt like he was going to have to relearn everything about who he was again, though he supposed he wouldn't have to do so alone. Michele had seemed supportive when they parted ways, as well as Axl and Ty. He was still uncertain about Mike but they'd never really gotten on well anyway, even as kids. More importantly, he had Mitchell.

The vampire had been an intriguing and enjoyable addition to his life from the moment they'd met, when Anders had shared an umbrella with the soaked through man, and one thing had led to another until Anders had taken him into his bed. He hadn't been lying when he'd told Michele he liked the challenge of not being able to Bragi someone into it, and the power had never worked on Mitchell - not really, anyway. He'd said he could feel the pull, but wasn't compulsed. It had made the vampire laugh.

The bed dipped, and Anders glanced over, drawing his gaze along damp skin, “How're you feeling?”

The former vessel shrugged, and Mitchell’s brow rose. He was so used to Anders talking his ear off that quiet and subdued was a cause for concern. With another sigh, Anders looked back to the ceiling, “It's quiet. For years, I've had this voice in my head that wasn't mine, talking, guiding, telling me what to say to get what I want, and now it's gone, and it's quiet. All that's left is me.”

Mitchell nodded, shifting to stretch out beside Anders, gently cupping his cheek, guiding his gaze back to his face, “Is that really such a bad thing?”

“Mitchell…”

Chuckling, Mitchell kissed him softly, drawing Anders closer, “Bragi was never important to me. I know he was to you, and I accepted that he was part and parcel if I wanted to have you, but…” He shook his head, slowly moving his hand over Anders's chest, “I can't say I'm not a little relieved to have you now. Just you.”

With a shaky breath, Anders nodded, “I know, Mitchell, I just.” He cut himself off with a frustrated huff, struggling to find the words he needed. Before he could try again, however, Mitchell was kissing him again, fingers deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt.

“I get it,” he murmured, soothing a cool hand over warm skin, “It's different, and big. But you're not alone, Anders. I'm not going anywhere, I promise.” Another kiss, as if to reassure Anders he meant what he'd said, before he slumped into the bed more, pulling Anders closer and taking his hand, “If you want, I could try and drown that quiet.”

He toyed with Anders's fingers, and the smaller man raised a brow, “And how exactly would you do that?”

The vampire smirked, pushing himself up and over Anders, a hungry look in his eyes that had him hardening quickly, squirming some and breath catching, “Oh.”

“Unless you don't want to,” he offered, sincerity in his voice even as he ran a hand down to work open his lover's belt.

“Oh, no. By all means.”

The kiss that followed was far more heated, Mitchell working him free of his clothes without so much as stopping for air, only pulling back to reach into the drawer of the bedside table and retrieve their lube.

He was right though. Once Mitchell started working him open, the silence in his head filled- white noise and thoughts of so good and more and even an unsuspected I love you filled his head, a few even managing to pass his lips, though the most dominant word was simply, “Mitchell.”

The words in his head only got louder as his lover took him, brought him to the edge and held him there until he sobbed out, “Mitchell, please,” before falling over the edge, Mitchell’s name a cry upon his lips.

He settled back into the mattress, surprised when the other pulled away slowly, smiling down at him, “Better?”

With a soft contented hum, he reached for him, nuzzling in close, “You didn't finish.”

“It wasn't about me. It was about you.”

“Thank you, Mitchell.”

“Any time.”

#britchell #mitchers #gatheringfiki #spring fre 2019 #anders johnson #john mitchell #being human #the almighty johnsons #not an insert #springfre2019

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houseofcardsofficialrp-blog · 5 years

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Dancing | Tsubomi + Yuudai | Execution reaction

Tsubomi forced herself to watch it all. It was the least she could do, see his final moments. In some sort of… off-handed way, all of this could be seen as her fault. She was the one who provoked Ruruisa at first. She was the one who’d pushed the bad imagery of him into Kenta’s head. She was the one who indirectly gave Ruruisa his first shock. And she was the one who’d outed Kenta first in the trial room (though it seemed only Colby caught what she meant.) It was like… her duty for her to see the wreckage she caused, even if it was all inadvertent. Not that she’d ever admit to having even consider that chain of events herself. She had too much pride for that.

Cw: emetophobia

Unfortunately, her stomach swirled as the execution went further and further along. She held her mouth as she found herself on the edge of spewing over the floor. No. No. Not here, not now, not again. It took every bit of her willpower to keep everything down as she teared up. Tsubomi was unsure if she was near crying for the loss of Kenta or out of the physical pain that resulted from forcing bile back down.

/cw

She was still in better shape than some of the others, too. Poor Choko. Poor poor Choko. God, it was… uncertain in that moment if their friendship would remain in-tact. Silently and with small, gentle movements, she inched over to Choko to embrace her in a hug and pat her head as the execution ended. The other chaos she just… observed from afar. No point in getting involved. Lily seemed like she’d manage alright, and Alan had Colby covered.

And then Buckles did… that. My god, how much more of a mess could they make it out to be, anyway? She knew how to handle it now, though, having gone through it herself. Aaaannnd both Buckles and Nobu would need to be carried, of course. Walking would be impossible. She pat Choko’s head once more, before letting go and making her way towards Nobu (thankfully only two podiums over).

On one hand, it was a fairly smart move to handle whatever it was Nobu was doing, on the other, it came at a pretty high price.She kneeled down next to him and checked him over.

Meanwhile, Yuudai had paled at seeing something so close to a scene he’d do in a movie happen to a real person, and had ended up closing his eyes and looking away once the screaming started. Honestly, though, what did he think was gonna happen? When he does open his eyes again, it’s to see that Tsubomi (who also looked, uh, bad right now) was trying to help a sobbing maid and 2 unconscious creepazoids all by herself.

“Uh… hey? You, uh… need help or whatever?” Yuudai Izasaki is not a helpful man. He doesn’t remember the last time he’d even said the word ‘help.’ But this was… a horrible, horrible situation. He needed to get over himself for at least the next ten minutes.

Tsubomi whipped around and shot a glare at Yuudai. What did he want? Ugh, she had so. So so so much she needed to deal with all at once while she also could barely keep the coffee in her stomach down where it was supposed to be. Adding a Yuudai on top of that just seemed like a nightmare. But there she was, in a position of babysitting three separate people, two of which were straight-up on the floor and out for the count.

"What--- ... Ugh. Urf."

She covered her mouth for a moment. The less diaphragm use the better. Whatever. She didn't even want to deal with Nobu, so if Yuudai was offering, it meant one less person to babysit. She assumed Alan had Colby taken care of for the time being, so if Yuudai handled Nobu, it left Tsubomi with just Choko and Buckles to take care of.

"Ok. Could you--- ... Please carry Nobu back for me. I can't... I can't take care of everyone."

Yuudai looks down at Unconscious Creepazoid #2 and shrugs. Better than getting stuck with #1. “Yeah, alright,” he says with a sigh as he crouches down to try and get a hold on the evil artist person. He’s putting most of the weight on his lizard hand arm, he wanted to touch as little of Nobu as possible. “Lead the way.”

Grabbing a hold of Buckles in a piggy-back style, Tsubomi carefully checked at her card to check which room was Nobu’s to get a reference of which relative location they’d need to stop.

“Yeah. I’m going to take Buckles to my room for now. I have the medical supplies to handle the burns already. Nobu can suffer though.” She said bluntly. “So let’s take him back to his own room. He’d probably like suffering, anyway. Get a kick out of it.” Petty, much? “Choko, come on over, let’s get ready to head back.”

#Tsubomi #Yuudai #chapter 1 #trial 1 #submission

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