#teddy mitchell

[felicitykings]

No, if it's gonna be one of us, it should be me. Right? I deserve it for Shireen. Look, let me right some wrongs, Ted. You know me better than anybody in the world. And nobody is gonna take a bullet for my boy but me. You tell the boys that I love 'em. And that I'll see 'em again soon.

EASTENDERS (1985- ) ↳ 11.11.2025

[bearsinpotatosacks]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: EastEnders (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry Mitchell & Teddy Mitchell, Harry Mitchell & Kojo Asare Characters: Harry Mitchell (EastEnders), Teddy Mitchell, Kojo Asare, Nicola Mitchell Additional Tags: Between Episodes, Drug Withdrawal, Dehydration, Whump, Angst, Soap Opera, Father-Son Relationship Summary:

Teddy finds Harry unconscious in the road and can only hope that he pulls through. As various medical professionals make sure he does, he floats, helplessly from place to place until Harry wakes up.

Or

The events between 4th and 5th November's 2025's episodes, and how Harry got from being unconscious in the road, to being awake in hospital.

My first Eastenders fic! This is the events of how Harry got to hospital after he got out of the flat. I hope you enjoy!

[jackbatchelor3]

Jack's anti-Mitchell list just keeps growing.

🤭🤭🤭

[jabberamongthetrees]

I really hope this doesn’t sour bc so far I’m here for it

[jabberamongthetrees]

I’m so bereft they’ve written my Teddy into 20 years of prison 😩

[petebarton]

Never mind, just read the actor is being written out. Makes sense.

[bearsinpotatosacks]

Beautiful Boy - an Eastenders fic

After Harry gets discharged, he's plagued with nightmares. Teddy comforts him.

(Title taken from Beautiful Boy by John Lennon)

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Teddy didn't know what time it was when he woke up but he knew it was late. While he was running around Cardiff on a fruitless mission, he'd barely gotten any sleep. Every night was filled with fitful tossing and turning as he imagined what Ravi had done to Harry and Kojo. Bruises. Tied up bloody. Dead. Somehow, what had actually happened was better, and worse.

Harry wasn't beaten and bruised, but he was hooked on heroin and hadn't been fed properly since they locked him up. Kojo didn't know who to trust after being used so mercilessly. George hadn't forgiven any of them for what had happened to him, Teddy could understand, but he didn't hate Kojo for flushing the drugs and getting Harry into this mess in the first place.

But their Mitchell Pride was their downfall. Everyone on the square knew what had happened to Kojo, whether he liked this, Teddy didn't know, but because Harry had kept himself hidden away since he'd been discharged, no one else was commiserating what he'd been through.

With a sigh, he ran a hand down his face and swung his legs out of bed. He wasn't going to sleep in a mood like this. Sometimes it felt like Harry would disappear if he took his eye off him. Locking him up would only make things worse yet the idea of keeping him at home until things died down was appealing. He couldn't lose him again.

The corridor was quiet around him. Nighttime shone in through the blinds they'd forgotten to close and Harry's door was half open.

Teddy did a double take. As a child, Harry had been as cheeky and emotional as he'd always been. A big grin would take over his face at the slightest thing, and his tantrums were world ending. When he'd become a teenager, however, and started mixing with Shireen's crowd, the hormones kicked in and he'd learnt to hide what was truly going on. This meant that no one was allowed in his room, not even to peel his dirty socks off the floor.

This all meant that seeing his door open, even just the smidge it was now, threw him off. He hurried toward it and expected to see Harry's bed empty. What if someone had managed to get in and take him? Nothing else seemed wrong in the house but if they were just after Harry, maybe they'd try and leave everything untouched as to not arouse suspicion.

He took a closer look through the gap in the door and let out a silent sigh of relief. Harry was in bed. His duvet was tucked closely around him, his room as still as he'd left it before he'd moved out to the flat and eventually got held hostage. Streetlights illuminated the grey room through the open curtains and shone onto his tormented face.

Teddy pondered why his door was open for a moment, before he remembered, not that he'd managed to forget, that Harry had been locked in a room for three weeks, tied to his bed with a chain. Having the door open was probably a small comfort he needed to fall asleep without the fear that he was just dreaming, and could still be locked up in there.

Harry wriggled in his bed and mumbled softly to himself. His words were quiet enough that he couldn't make them out, but by the wrinkles in his forehead, he knew they weren't good. Teddy moved into his room without much thought and rested next to Harry on the bed.

He'd curled himself into a ball underneath the covers, in such a way that Teddy was reminded of the boy he used to be. After every nightmare, during every storm, he'd come running into his and Nicola's bed and curl up into a ball between them and fall asleep with his eyes screwed shut. Sometimes he'd carry him back to his own bed, but most of the time he couldn't bring himself to disturb him. Back then he'd could make himself tiny, but now he'd grown bigger, he still took up half the bed.

"No. Stop." Harry mumbled to himself.

Teddy reached over to comfort him, but held his hand above his head. What use was his comfort now, when he got there too late? When he didn't do enough and got him in this mess in the first place?

"Don't. Please." He whined again. "Don't leave me here, please."

Maybe he got there too late to stop this, but that didn't stop him from being here now. Teddy shuffled closer and rested his hand on the side of his head, rubbing his thumb against the remnants of stubble left on his jaw. Harry melted under his touch. Whatever had caused his body to lock in fear, was gone, and for a moment, he saw the boy he'd carried on his shoulders.

The toddler who'd throw bread to ducks and would chase around pigeons in the town centre. The kid who's goals he deliberately wouldn't save when they played football in the back garden, the kid who'd reacted surprisingly well to having a younger brother. He thought of the teenager struggling to find himself, the years he spent boxing and the smitten way he'd look at Shireen.

Maybe that boy wasn't all gone. Maybe there was still a chance he could save some of the innocence, some of the joy, he had left, and keep it safe. He just had to try harder next time.

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Another ficlet, one I wasn't sure how to add to, so I posted as is. Hope you enjoy!

[bearsinpotatosacks]

For WIP Wednesday, a snippet of my in between fic for Eastenders (I've fully accepted that I'm now at a point in my life where I write Eastenders fanfiction, despite watching the show for over ten years and my mum watching it basically since it started). This is set when Harry gets to the hospital and Teddy's sent to the waiting room, so he calls Nicola: