#bcf2025

[britchell]

TWO MORE WEEKS FOR BCF!!

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 (Anything, seriously!) so please do share with us by tagging us (@britchell) OR using the hashtag #BCF2025 OR submit it on the FORM pinned in our page!

You got a headcannon? a wip? An old fic that needs a new chapter? photos or edits? a song that reminds you of them? Share it with us!!

You have no ideas? No problem!

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

remeber you canuse these at any point during january

Already posted lists:

Crack

Angst

[filigreeing]

New Fic: The Boy with the Thorn in His Side 2/2

Pairing: Britchell

Fandom: The Almight Johnsons/Being Human Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Body horror typical of the hanahaki disease trope.

One day, Anders starts coughing up flowers.

AKA: The one where Anders is a brat who would rather die than admit he caught feelings.

AKA AKA: Anders chooses the most dramatic way possible of coming out to his family.

Link to chapter 2

@britchell tagging for bcf2025 :)

[britchell]

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

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“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 ❤️

[britchell]

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.

[britchell]

“You Probably Won't Live Through It.”

Read it on AO3

[britchell]

Can @lazysaturdayonthebeach get the last three chapters up too? Follow @britchell to see…

Link to AO3

[britchell]

AO3 Collection available: BCF2025

[britchell]

Hello everyone and happy new year!

As you guys know BCF 2025 will be running all of the month of january so dont forget to participate by creating absolutely ANYTHING Britchell and tagging us @britchell OR using the hasthag #BCF2025 OR using the form!!

SUBMISSION FORM HERE!!!

AND A LIST OF JUICY PROMPTS IN CASE YOU NEED ONE DOWN HERE! ! ⬇️

[britchell]

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

[britchell]

“I swear, Dawnsie, he will get emotional when I play it. It is OUR song.” Anders argued with Dawn about playing the song.

She didn’t believe him.

He reminded her what their relationship was like when the song was popular. She couldn’t help but laugh, remembering people’s reactions when it was played at their reception.

Read the rest on AO3.

[britchell]

You might need to read the submission, The Monkey Song, for context.

[britchell]

Hello everyone!!

We have visuals for you!!

for the prompt: Handwritten letters/notes

does this bring you any ideas? let us know!

[britchell]

The Boy with the Thorn in His Side by RedShiloh - Chapter 1

BCF 2025 is live! Let’s go!

[britchell]

Hello everyone! Happy bcf month and happy smuty Sunday!

We would like to introduce you to a new section of our blog

Available on BCF only

Britchell presents:

Smutboards

This moodboard came from our smut roulette prompts: “are you wearing anything under that?”

What does it make you think of?

[britchell]

Happy BCF month!

We would like to provide with some visuals for our prompt:

“Vampire missionaries”

Does this spark anything in your imagination? Let us know!

[britchell]

HALF A WEEK TO GO!

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 (Anything, seriously!) so please do share with us by tagging us (@Britchell) OR using the hashtag #BCF2025 OR submit it to the FORM pinned in our page!!!

You got headcannons? a wip? An old fic that needs a new chapter?photos, edits, videos?? a song that reminds you of them? a meme? 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 january

Already posted lists:

Crack

Angst

Hurt/Comfort- Whump