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laurfilijames · 2 years ago

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A Gift From A God

Pairing: Anders Johnson x female reader

Words: 4,036

Warnings: rated E. 18+ explicit sexual content. Swearing. Use of sex toys (benwa balls and anal plugs). Anal play. Oral sex (female receiving). Fingering. Unprotected intercourse (M/F). Slight dom/sub dynamic.

Summary: Wanting to try anal sex, Anders sends you some toys at work that will help prepare you for such an endeavour. Barely able to hold it together, he instructs you to meet at his office after work, but your suffering is soon rewarded.

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Ty Johnson strode through your office, swiftly approaching your desk in his usual delivery uniform of tight biking shorts and a yellow fitted shirt, his bike helmet still on and covering his jet black hair. A package sat in his hand, and he gave you a sweet smile as soon as your eyes glanced up to meet his.

“Oh, hello, Ty!” you greeted him happily.

“Hey, how you going?” he asked, setting the box on your desk and reaching in his pack for the tablet for you to sign off on.

You shifted the box so you were able to see the label on it and who it was from, squinting to be sure you were reading it properly, a confused frown thinning your lips.

Anders Johnson

JPR

You looked up at Ty and he shrugged at you. “Anders insisted I get this to you right away.”

You simply nodded as you scribbled your signature on the electronic device and handed it back to him.

“Thanks, Ty,” you said almost absently, trying to figure out just what it was your boyfriend was sending to you at work.

“Yeah, no worries,” he replied with his classic smile, and you watched him turn to leave, admiring his fit backside in those shorts but your mind switched instantly to think instead of the plump ass his brother was so blessed with.

The letter opener sliced easily through the tape that sealed the cardboard box closed, your heart rate increasing as you got closer to revealing the contents inside.

Anders was full of surprises, but what could he be sending you at work that couldn’t possibly wait until he saw you after the work day was done?

A small, matte, black box sat nestled in the cardboard shipping box, a red ribbon decorating the top. The sound of the silk unraveling sounded in your ears as you pulled at both ends of the bow before carefully lifting the lid of the box.

Quickly, you slammed the lid back down, clenching your teeth and glancing around to be sure no one was close enough to your desk to catch a glimpse of what was inside.

Once assured no one was nearby, you took a deep breath and lifted the lid again, preparing yourself to see what you thought you had the first time you opened it.

Two black, tapered anal plugs and two round, silver balls sat beautifully in red tissue paper, the bold colours alone igniting desire in you.

A carefully folded note lay beside them, excitement sparking in you when your fingers make contact with the paper knowing Anders touched it to write on earlier.

Put these in an hour before the end of the day and then come to my office.

I want you ready.

xx Anders

A rush of arousal stormed through you and you squeezed your thighs together in anticipation, feeling wetness already beginning to soak your panties. You placed Anders’ instructions down and looked at the toys before you, running your fingers over the smooth surfaces of both the plugs and the balls.

You had confessed to Anders at the start of your relationship that you wanted him to help you explore new things, and anal sex was one of them. Never having delved into that side of sex before being with him, he carefully and slowly introduced it to you, starting by licking his tongue over your unexplored hole any time he was eating you out. Now you were at the point where he could add a single thick finger there, the intense sensation of that alone making you come harder than you ever had before. You knew you had to ‘train’ in order to ready yourself for taking something as large as his cock, and judging by the two variations in sizes of the plugs, you’d be ready sooner than you thought.

Checking the time on your phone, you had well over an hour to kill before marking your final hour at work, the time in which you could act on the directions given to you. This was going to be torture.

You couldn’t think of anything else, knowing how pleased Anders would be, how eager he would be to know if you followed his orders or not.

The seconds ticked by slowly, and you did everything you could to keep busy until finally it was time. 16:00 appeared on the laptop screen and you grabbed the box and hurried to the bathroom, anxious to get this process started.

Luckily you were drenched, your slick sticking to your panties as you slipped them down your thighs, happy your body responded accordingly in the absence of lube.

You took the smaller of the two plugs and swiped it through your folds, coating it enough to help comfortably insert it in your ass. Taking a deep breath, you placed it against your puckered hole and guided it slowly inside you, a hitched breath leaving your lungs as you slid it until the stopper was flush against your heated skin. You felt so full, and it made you long for it to be Anders even more than all the times you already have.

With trembling hands you reach for the stainless steel balls, the weight of them knocking together inside the box. Although this would be a new experience for you as well, you understood their purpose. Their heaviness would help strengthen your pelvic floor all while creating a sensation that made you so desperate for an orgasm it would be difficult to deny.

One slipped in, and then the other, and you worried they would simply fall back out due to how wet and worked up you already were.

With a squeeze of your internal walls you felt the balls move deeper to push against the plug and you whimpered, no longer wanting to leave the position you stood in.

That bastard, you thought. He had to know how much this would torment you, and you knew just how much he would love knowing it.

Somehow, you managed to get through the final, treacherous hour of work and were now, very collectedly, making your way into JPR.

Pulling the door open, you said a silent prayer that he sent Dawn home early for knowing you wouldn’t be able to hold a normal conversation with her while your body was being stimulated in such a way, but knowing Anders he likely didn’t, just to add to your demise.

A relieved breath left your lungs when you saw her desk was empty, the lights in the office all dimmed other than one on Anders’ workspace. You turned the corner to see him sitting comfortably in his chair, leaning back with his legs spread apart, his tie long discarded and his shirt unbuttoned half way down to reveal his glorious chest hair to you. His eyebrow cocked up at the sight of you and he pulled at his lips with his thumb and index finger, swivelling his chair a little.

You took notice of his dimples flinching as he clenched his teeth together, clearly unsettled at the fact that you were wearing the dress he loved on you so much, the same one he peeled off of you the very first time he fucked you.

“Hello, darling,” he said with interest, hiding his smile behind his glass as he took a sip of scotch.

You slowly walked toward his desk, careful not to step your feet too far apart in fear a ball would roll out of you and onto the floor.

Anders took notice of the change in your gait and chuckled, clearly pleased with himself and his malicious idea. When you stopped before his desk you reached into your purse and took out the black box, depositing it in front of him, tapping the top with your nails.

“Ah, I see you got my gift,” the words playful off his tongue as he looked up at you. He quickly sat up in his chair and reached for the box, opening the lid to check its contents. He hummed in satisfaction and bit the inside of his cheek, seeing only the largest plug remaining. “Here I was worried Ty wouldn’t even get it delivered to you,” Anders complained, then mumbled something about cyclists and useless brothers under his breath, the word ‘bastard’ all you could make out.

“You just had to send these to me at work, didn’t you, Anders?” you accused, crossing your arms over your chest, pressing your thighs together like a vice, the act letting Anders know you’re suffering, trying to keep everything inside you.

He laughed and more desire bloomed in your core.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait! I’ve been thinking about it all day. I needed you to, as well. I needed you to be ready.” He was no longer smiling and your knees felt like they would buckle from under you.

“You still want to do this?” he asked, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes.

Your legs shimmied together and you nodded at him slowly. You wanted this more than anything.

“Do you trust me?”

“Sometimes, no!” you giggled, but that was a lie. Despite being warned from what felt like everyone you knew not to trust Anders Johnson, you found yourself trusting him more than anyone you ever had before. He’d shown you a side of him you knew he hadn’t shared with anyone else, and you couldn’t help but let your feelings grow for him.

He leaned forward in his chair and pointed at you, his expression ever so slightly offended. “That’s not fair, I always look after you.”

You tipped your head to the side and glanced at him with a smirk on your face, Anders watching you over the rim of his glass as he took another sip of his drink.

He placed it back on the desk and licked his lips, his eyes narrowing and dimples deepening as he smirked back at you.

“You’re a terrible liar,” he chided while rubbing his hands together, and all you could do was shrug. “Come here,” he beckoned, draining what remained in the glass, it clinking against the table when he set it back down. You watched in awe as he licked his lips and leaned back again in his chair, his eyes hungry as he in turn watched you walk around the desk to him.

Leaning forward so your breasts teased his sight line, you gripped your hand on the back on his chair beside his head and hovered your face close to his, inhaling his scent that was mixed with scotch, the combination intoxicating. Anders closed the space between you, his lips grazing against yours softly before capturing them completely, his hand flying up to bring your face closer to his and keep it there. His tongue entered your mouth and you felt the balls drop heavily in your aching walls, all while you tightened around the plug in your other hole. Anders wrapped his hand around the back of one of your legs, pulling it so you kneeled on his chair between his spread legs, his touch searing against your wanting skin. He tasted divine, making you even more thankful to be in his presence after longing for him all afternoon. Your hands carded through his hair, tugging slightly on the short curls you were able to get between your fingers, and he groaned against your mouth. Reluctantly, he pulled away from you, chuckling when you eagerly tried to not be separated from him.

“Now, hold on. I need to check that everything is how it needs to be before we continue,” he explained, standing from his chair, his erection prominent and straining tightly against his pants.

You whined at the loss of contact, faltering slightly under his intense gaze. His eyes were so dark they didn’t even really look blue anymore, and you knew just what that meant. He stepped so he stood behind you, and your head hung forward when you felt his fingers graze the back of your thighs where the hem of your dress lay. Bracing your hands against his desk, Anders kicks your legs apart with his foot to make room for himself. A strong hand against the middle of your back encourages you to tilt forward at your hips, and you anxiously wait for him to touch you where you need him to most. Anders hooks his fingers in your panties and pulls them down, and all you can hear other than the pounding of your heart is his breathing change to hard pants.

“Fuck me, you’re such a good girl,” he gets out with a strained voice, and he parts your cheeks with his hands after shoving the fitted material of your dress up over them.

Anders takes a moment to appreciate how you look with the plug decorating your ass, obstructing the tight hole he can’t wait to fuck, and his cock aches at knowing it’s readying you for him to do just that.

He traces the border of the plug with his finger and sees you shudder, the corner of his mouth tugging into an appreciative smile. His hand moves forward to cup your sex, the action making you slap the desk out of frustration.

“Anders, please, I need you,” you beg, and he leans forward to plant a wet kiss on your bare shoulder while his fingers stroke you slowly.

“I know, I know, hold on, baby,” he assures you in your ear, his own composure threatening to fall apart as he feels one of the balls pushing toward your entrance. Your arousal coats his fingers and he rubs them together when he removes them from your folds, placing them in his mouth to lick clean. A growl of satisfaction rumbles through his chest and he kisses your shoulder again, creating a trail across to your neck at the same time he grips onto the end of the plug and begins to slowly pull it from you. Your arms fail to support you and you lay your upper body on his desk, the surface cold and smooth against your flushed cheek.

You’re writhing and whimpering beneath him, the sensation too much to bear, but soon enough it’s out and you feel empty.

“Are you alright?” Anders asks behind you, his voice genuine and concerned.

You nod and manage to find your voice. “Yes.”

Out of the corner of your eye you see his hand reach for the box, placing the used plug inside to exchange it for the larger one. You swallow and pray your body can handle it, but you know Anders will make sure you’re fine.

Reminding yourself of the trust you have in him, you look over your shoulder to see what he is doing and you watch him spit onto the new plug, his eyes full of fire when they flicker up to meet yours.

Anders brings his thumb that is now also wet from his mouth to your hole, and swears when it easily falls inside you. He knows you’re at the point where you could take his cock, but he doesn’t want to push you. As greedy as he feels he refuses to force you to take more than you’re ready for, and for you he’s willing to be patient. So instead, he slowly pushes the largest plug into you, your body eagerly accepting it which only adds to his frenzied state. You moan and cry out as it fills you, stretching you out more than ever before. Anders wraps his arm around your waist and spins you around to face him, looking over your wearied expression with concern, the weak smile crossing your lips assuring him you’re okay.

He rushes to meet your mouth with his again, desperate to taste and feel you, to make you feel as good as possible. Your soft cries that quickly turn desperate let him know that he’s successful in what he’s doing, and it spurs him on even more to make you shatter from pleasure.

The hard bulge in his pants grinds against you, nearly making you fall apart from that alone, and you wonder how long he’s going to test you with these toys before giving you what you need. His hands roam everywhere and start to pull at the straps of your dress, tugging the neckline down to expose your breasts to him. He slips it off of your shoulders, no longer patient in his endeavour to get you disrobed, peeling the material past your waist until it falls on its own down to the floor. The act feels like he’s peeling layers of you away, your emotions raw and exposed and his to do what he likes with. Anders moves his hands up to hold either side of your face and his kiss is different this time, slow and laced with meaning and butterflies erupt in your stomach at this simple act of affection from him.

But the moment is fleeting, and now he presses his body against yours firmly, sparking even more fire in you to match the increasing pace. His mouth against yours with his hands groping at your bare skin is the perfect combination and your walls squeeze at the balls still hidden inside you, your body shivering at this amount of overstimulation. You’re at the brink, your orgasm idling impatiently just below the surface, and you need to focus on something else, so you direct that attention to undressing Anders. Unfastening what buttons were left secured you helped free his upper body, the heat from his skin radiating onto you as you card your hands over his extremely hairy chest. Saliva accumulates in your mouth and you swallow hard, appreciating the sight before you. Could he be any more perfect? Now eager to see all of him, your hands quickly travel down his belly to the waist of his pants, tugging at the buckle on his belt.

“In a hurry?” he asks with a low, rough tone, his eyes burning you as he watches you work.

“Yes, Anders. I’m barely keeping it together here,” you hiss as you tear his pants and underwear down to his ankles in one motion, his cock springing free to greet you. But he is in just as much of a hurry as you and makes quick work of kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his pants completely. Once free of all restrictions, he pushes against you and backs you up so you are leaning against his desk, humming into your mouth when his cock nudges at your folds.

You know the skin on your chin will be raw from how aggressively his scruff is rubbing against it, but you couldn’t care less, loving to have a reminder of him on you later. The softness of his auburn curls brushes across your breasts and your nipples harden even more, Anders taking notice and moving to suck one in his mouth. With patience no longer gracing you, you reach for his cock and stroke his length in your hand, the contact making Anders buck into your touch more. His wet lips make their way back up to your neck and you feel his teeth claw at your skin, shivers erupting across your heated body. A firm hand grips your leg and moves it upward, forcing you to take a seat on the edge of his desk. That same hand presses against your knee to spread your legs apart and glowing eyes stare you down when he backs away from you before kneeling on the floor, his face level with your core.

The balls threaten to pop out from the position you’re in, and you squeeze around them again to keep them in place at the same moment Anders licks against your folds, your body jolting. He grips onto your quivering thighs and runs his tongue up and down you slowly, your body warning of what’s to come.

Anders is barely able to hold his own composure, working you to the edge and seeing you so full and ready even without him in you, and it’s feeding his every desire. With each stroke of his tongue he can feel the smooth spheres pressing against your entrance, warm and wet and tasting of you.

“Anders…” you moan, his name falling carelessly from your lips, shifting him to the point where he can no longer keep control and his desperate ferocity comes unleashed.

With a harsh suck on your clit, Anders inserts a finger in you and plucks out the first ball, driving in further to access the second. He places them somewhere on the desk, the sound of them rolling against the glass not resonating in either of your ears, and he stands to line up with your fluttering core. Reaching behind you to grab your ass, he drags you closer to him, the leaking head of his cock pressing into you. As if the assault of sensations couldn’t get any more extreme, he pulls your cheeks apart, causing your hole to stretch against the plug even more. An unhinged cry that sounds unrecognizable to you tumbles out of your mouth when he finally lands home, filling you to the hilt and frantically begins slapping his hips against yours.

It was all too much to handle, the fullness of his cock and the size of the plug not allowing a lot of room in you for both, but still he persisted.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growls out through gritted teeth, his mouth landing everywhere from yours, to your neck, to your chest in sloppy kisses.

Your hands claw at the straining muscles in his back, his flesh the only thing you are able to grasp on to as your body starts to succumb and lets go of all it struggled to hold on to all day.

“You want to come, don’t you?” he taunts as he thrusts harder into you. Your answer comes in the form of a scratch across his back, words failing but your body signalling ‘yes’ by angling your hips differently so he can hit that sweet spot even better. A grunt spills out of him to let you know he’s not far off either, and somehow in your daze you manage to feel him throb inside you.

The song you create together grows louder, the scent of your combined sex lingering heavily and in a shaky breath you ask permission to have your release.

“Can I?”

“Yes,” he hisses, and covers your mouth with his to steal your air from you.

Finally, Anders brings home your climax by rubbing his thumb against your clit, your body violently shaking and clenching around him as you reach your well-deserved high. A fresh wave of wet powers through your body effectively soaking his cock even more, and your head swims while he continues fucking you through the most intense orgasm you’ve ever experienced. The way you strangle him inside you presses the plug against him and milks out his own end, coating your walls and filling you with his hot cum, his hips stuttering while curses fall from his lips.

He leans against you, his forehead resting against yours as you both try to catch your breaths.

Your whole body aches, exhausted from being overworked, but still you relish in the afterglow of it all.

Anders catches your gaze and gives you a sated smile, dimples winking at you like they’re trying to tempt you again.

“You did so good, baby,” he praises. His words wash over you like they are the very thing bringing you life and your eyes close slowly as he holds your chin and kisses you gently. Remaining inside you to keep you full, he breaks the seal of your mouths. His breath fans over you, his lips brushing against the swollen flesh as he talks. “But you’ll be begging for the plugs back when I’m done with you next time.”

The wickedness of his words make your eyelids flash open, and just like that the sweet and slow Anders vanishes, and the vicious god you have grown to love is back.

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princessfbi · 2 years ago

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Fanfic Origin Story

I was tagged by @bigfootsmom and @prettyboybuckley

What was your first fandom (reading and/or writing)?

Charmed!

What was the first story you ever wrote (even if it was never posted) and what made you decide to write it?

For fanfic? Oh gosh I can't remember the first one. I know like writing in general I once wrote a story about saving a turtle that was a prince.

What’s a piece of advice you would give to your younger fic-writing self?

Don't be so hard on yourself. Rules are dumb. One day you'll get old and over caffeinated and realize that writing is your own mental exercise.

What’s an early fandom interaction that stuck with you (be it a nice comment, a friend you made, a fic that got a lot of feedback etc.)?

I don't think I ever did anything fandom wise until I got to 911. I lived in a pretty isolated fandom world until the pandemic hit and I got bored and wanted people to interact with Prince Buck AU some more. From this though three things come to mind:

@buddie-buddie and I freaking out about ankles

@lovebuck leaving a comment on one of my fics. NO! Wait even a kudos I believe. I remember calling my friend to tell them.

@like-the-rest-of-la drawing the picture of the upside down kiss for Spider-man Eddie and Hawkeye Buck after @mellaithwen and @mandzuking17 and @mistmarauder heckled me into writing it. You can see the mayhem here!

Post a sentence or two from one of your older fics, and a sentence or two from a newer one (if you want).

I think a lot of my older fics are gone because I made the move to Ao3. But here's one from an Almighty Johnsons fic that made the transfer.

Anders was the mortals' songbird. They wanted to hear his voice, wanted him to talk to them.

Here's a couple of sentences for the upcoming part three of kink club au!

A single point of contact and it was like summer against him, warm and all encompassing. All of Buck’s marks, all of the spots Eddie had touched him, lit up like a Christmas tree until he was tingling all over.

#evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #writing talk #alrighty johnsons #911 fanfic #my fic writing #tag game #Charmed

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Fandoms

Fandoms can vary. Currently stuck on FULL Rick Grimes mode [from The Walking Dead] right now. So, most of what is written in the start of this account will either be about him or he will be a side character in the fanfic regardless.

There are a few fandoms that are dabbled in. For suggestions on fanfics to write, are all the fandoms that can be or evenually will be written about.

ZNation.

Fear The Walking Dead.

Breaking Bad.

Sons of Anarchy.

Altered Carbon.

The Almighty Johnsons.

Trailer Park Boys.

American Horror Story.

Warm Bodies.

Horns.

Her.

The Office.

More will be added. Do not care if it is movies or tvshows. Whatever has the hotties in it and that has been seen. Can not make a sincere fanfic about a show/movie never watched. However, video games are different. Will write about video game male characters from games like, Life is Strange, The Last of Us, Final Fantasy, etc.

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BDSM (Gagging, Bondage, Dominance, Submission, Blindfolds, Choking, Humiliation)

Voyeurism

Cockold

Exhibitionist

Masochism

Sadism

Blood Play

Abrasion Play

Impact Play

Nylons

Smoking

Roleplay

Underwear

Wax Play

Spit Play

Consensual-None Consensual

Somes (Threesomes, Foursomes, etc)

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bisexualmultifandommess · 3 years ago

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Finding content about The Almighty Johnsons that isn’t centred on Anders or paints his brothers in a bad light is so difficult lmao

My favourite character is Axl but the ao3 and fanfiction.net tags are filled with mostly Anders centric fics and some make him out to be a saint when he can be a dick sometimes (I love him but it frustrates me) so I can’t really find good Axl centric fics

I swear there’s more crossover fics centered around Mitchell from being Human then any of the actual characters in the show 😂

#the almighty johnsons #fanfiction #fanfic #axl johnson #I do like anders but the way almost every fic is about him drives me insane #I just want axl content lmaoo

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blairsanne · 1 year ago

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Stop 😭😭😭😭 This was perfect! The casino scene oh my GODS. My heart. 💛💛💛💛

And also Anders just doing it to piss off Mike hahaha. 🤣 I realize that was my prompt but it was so enjoyable to read. You executed it so perfectly. Thank you!! 🫂🫂🫂

Guessing Games

(Teen | The Almighty Johnsons | Anders & Mike | 1.4k words)

Summary: Axl found out that saying “guess what” will lead to Mike knowing the “what” in question, since it was a game. Naturally, Anders figured out how to exploit that. (Or, five times Anders made Mike “guess what”, and one time he couldn’t but asked anyway.)

Notes: A quick, fun work spawned by a Discord message from @blairsanne: “I need someone to write a 5&1 where Anders annoys the shit out of Mike and then uses that Guess What game for a good purpose”. I’ll never turn down writing about my two favorites, so… here it is! Enjoy! : )

Read on AO3 here!

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As with many things in their family, it all started with someone being just a bit too curious. This time, it was Anders — about Mike's powers in particular.

“There’s no way you can know what I’m thinking if I say ‘guess what’. That’s bullshit!”

“One, no it’s not. Two, how did you even find out about that?”

“Axl told me. You’re god of games, not god of being psychic!”

“It’s a game where to win, I have to know what you’re thinking. It’s not that hard, Anders.”

“Fine,” Anders rolled his eyes. “Guess what?"

A thought that was definitively not his own filled his mind. Ty and I were the ones who broke the window crank on your old truck. Ty tried to crank the window closed on me.

Mike stopped, all thoughts of proving his point abandoned at Anders’ admission. "That was you?!"

"Holy shit, it does work," Anders said, astonished.

"Yes, it does, but my window crank doesn't!"

"It didn’t; that truck is long gone now, anyways." Anders grin only grew as he continued. "Oh, I'm so going to abuse this."

And with that, Mike realized just how critical of a mistake he had made in mentioning this ability to Anders.

"...Goddamnit."

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It wouldn't be Anders if he didn't immediately test the limits of something.

Unfortunately, knowing that did nothing to stop it, as Mike found out not long after Anders' original discovery. The bar was empty, and oddly quiet for once, as the two of them waited for the rest of the gods to arrive.

Or, it was, until Anders spoke up out of the blue. “Guess what?”

What if—

…

…Mike refused to repeat the rest of what Anders was thinking, even within the confines of his own head. Frankly, he wasn’t sure what of that was Anders’ own fucked-up ingenuity and what was Bragi’s gift with words used for horrible purposes.

It was a vivid mental image, that was for sure, and one he'd like to never have again.

He didn't dare turn around, his jaw clenched as he nearly glared a hole into the shelves in front of him. “Anders?”

Mike didn't have to look at Anders to hear the shit-eating grin he was wearing. “Yes?”

“You have three seconds to start running.”

If the other gods walked in a few minutes later to a couple barstools knocked over and the two of them tussling on the floor… no one really needed an explanation.

(Or wanted one. No one wanted to get in the middle of that — or find out what they had done to start it.)

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Of course, even that didn't stop Anders' plan, as he tried once more — this time from Mike's couch upstairs, rather than at the bar.

“Guess what?”

Mike responded without missing a beat. “No, I’m not playing this game, Anders.”

And he really wasn’t intending to. Nothing said he had to agree to play, and guessing games took two participants to work.

The unfortunate thing was, as much as his mortal half didn't want to give Anders the satisfaction... resisting the will of his godly half was another story. From the insistent nudging at the back of his mind, he figured he could get a headache from Ullr, or a headache from Anders.

The choice was easier than it should have been, really.

Bracing himself for the impending disaster, he huffed. “Goddamnit.”

I was wondering how long this thing would last since you just have to guess what I’m thinking but that doesn’t have a limit on how long that guess is going to be—

It turned out that if Anders didn’t need to breathe, he really could talk forever. Mike would be impressed, if he had any room to think over the constant stream of sound now in his mind.

—so if it’s all one thing to guess I just have to not take a break and keep talking blah blah blah—

"Will you shut up?!"

—absolutely not I'm nowhere near done Mikkel did you really think I'd stop talking this quickly you've known me too long for that—

"Oh my god, stop—"

—that won't stop me I can keep thinking even if you try and interrupt me haha I can go on forever—

With a groan, Mike blindly reached for the whiskey bottle across the table. He thought he'd been done with Anders tiring himself out by talking decades ago.

("God, my head fucking hurts," Anders muttered a good bit of time later, rubbing his temples.

Mike, who was doing the same with one hand and a glass in the other, leveled Anders with a blank stare. "I feel absolutely no sympathy for you.")

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Mike had — rather mistakenly — assumed it would be a quiet night in for him. That is, until a seemingly innocuous text flashed across his phone screen.

> Guess what?

"Great." He'd never had someone try it over text, but if that curious tingle in the back of his brain said anything, Anders had figured out yet another way to exploit it. He opened the messaging app, ready to chastise Anders for abusing his power yet again, when—

Ty and I are headed your way; situation happened with Loki. We'll explain when we get there.

Mike's heart dropped. Loki never meant good news, and if Anders was willing to admit that himself—

> Guess what?

We're fine. Loki just crossed some lines he shouldn't have. It's taken care of.

A breath he didn’t realize he was holding suddenly escaped him. They were alright — somehow, if Loki was involved yet again. He could bitch them out about it once they got to the bar. They weren't burnt to a crisp, or spontaneously combusted, or smited, so he could still chew them out.

(It was a horrible, relieving thought.)

Sitting down less steadily than he'd ever admit, he closed his eyes, breathing out as he let Ullr wash over him.

He could feel them approaching the bar — they were nearby. And still alive. He could handle the rest when they got here.

> Guess what?

Oh yeah, and Ty is Hodr again. Surprise.

...Probably.

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The world was ending, or damn near close to it, and by morning, none of them would be gods anymore.

It was a weird feeling. Mike had been a god for as nearly as long as he hadn’t been one, now.

Michele had stepped away for a moment, leaving Mike and Anders in an uncommon shared quiet, sitting back and observing the bustle of the casino around them.

"Guess what?"

Mike turned his head at Anders' sudden question, barely murmured above the background din of the room. He prepared himself for some quip, but instead—

It was the first time Mike had gotten more of a feeling that a coherent thought, and it was nearly overwhelming. A combination of thankful-relieved-peaceful-happy washed over him, and for a moment, he was at a loss for words.

(For a split second, it was as if a much younger Anders was superimposed over the one sitting in front of him, smiling and carefree before everything had gone to hell.)

He couldn’t send the feeling back, not in the same way, but he hoped his own smile and the light knocking of their shoulders together got the point across.

(He thought it did, from the way Anders leaned ever so slightly into him, even as Michele returned.

And of everything he was going to miss come the next morning, that would certainly be one of them.)

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"Guess what?"

Mike didn't have to answer Anders. He really didn't, this time; there was no pull from the now-gone Ullr, and even if he did, it wasn't as if it'd work the same way.

Maybe it was the lack of sleep from the night before, or maybe it was simply not giving a fuck in comparison to all the shit they'd been through recently. (Or maybe he knew he'd miss it if he didn't.)

Regardless, Mike turned around, an eyebrow raised as he finally answered Anders' question. “What, Anders?”

(“Nothing!”

“What?”

“Nothing! That was it.”

“You can’t just ask me what and then say nothing!”

“I sure can if it bothers you that much—“

Anders’ bright laughter was audible even over his own groaning into his hands, and if he cracked a smile of his own— well, no one would ever know. They couldn’t guess it, after all.)

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silvermoon-scrolls · 1 year ago

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No improving on perfection

Anders is in a bad mood, but Mitchell knows exactly how to cheer him up.

Content: Playing hard to get (not really), pre show(s) Pairing: Anders Johnson/John Mitchell Rating: Teen Words: 1200

Read on AO3

Anders kicked his apartment door closed behind him, dropped his keys on the coffee table, and threw himself down on the couch. His head draped over the armrest and his legs dropped nonchalantly in the lap of a slightly amused Mitchell – all in all, his form was doing a great impression of a wrung out cloth.

“Finally. It’s over,” he declared exhausted with all the bearings of someone who had vanquished the ultimate evil and saved the world with the smallest possible margin. In reality, the ‘beast’ that had been slain was ‘Christmas dinner with the Johnson family’.

“Oh c’mon,” Mitchell said with a smile while putting away the book he had been reading. “It can’t have been that bad.”

“Trust me. I did you a huge favor not dragging you along.” Anders said, addressing the ceiling from his prone position.

“If you say so.”

Anders frowned. It had sounded like a lighthearted comment, but Anders didn’t like the feeling of being questioned. He hadn’t even wanted to go. He might have been expected to show up, but he knew he wasn’t really wanted. The only reason he went was because Mitchell – stressing the importance of family – had insisted he’d go. Of course, Mitchell had also insinuated that he could come along, if Anders wanted to; but that was a firm ‘no’.

They had only known each other for about 3 months! They weren’t even really a couple. Were they? Surely, it was more of a long-distance, booty call sort of thing?

Annoyed by his own thoughts, Anders raised his resting head off the armrest – ready to defend himself. “Even if Mikkel likes to pretend he is a ‘regular, innocuous human’,” he said letting his disdain shine through, “he is still Ullr whether he wants to or not. I don't know if ‘vampire hunting’ is included in the Norse God of Hunting’s sets of skills, but personally I wouldn't be surprised if he could ping you as non-human right away.”

Mitchell looked like he was about to interject, but Anders had managed to work himself up into a temper and so he plowed on with a little more bite than he had intended. “And if you think that ‘surely he wouldn’t turn on his own brother’s guest without provocation’, then you should know that being my guest is likely all the provocation Mike needs. ‘Cause in his mind, the only reason I would show up to Christmas dinner with a vampire on my arm would be to purposefully stir up trouble. While I don't think he would stake you right then and there – with oblivious humans like Val and Axl present – I wasn’t keen to risk it.”

A lot of different emotions had played over Mitchell’s features during Anders’ heated monologue, but by the end a small smile appeared on his lips. “Careful there. It almost started to sound like you worry about me.” His teasing words were accompanied by a hand that playfully caressed the inside of one of Anders’ conveniently placed legs.

A grin spread across Anders’ face – his bad mood gone in an instant. But when he sat up, Mitchell withdrew his hand with a smug smile. Playing hard to get, eh? Anders thought, not at all discouraged.

“Forget about Christmas and my Anders-prejudice family.” He used a one-hand grip to loosen his tie – signaling that he was more than ready to take on Mitchell's offered challenge. “New Year’s is coming up. Now that’s a holiday much more in my speed.” He swung his legs down from his companion’s lap and with a grin seated himself next to Mitchell. “Booze. Partying. Girls in skimpy outfits.” He placed a hand on the other man’s thigh and squeezed while humming in his most seductive voice: “What more can you ask for?”

“How about some snow?” Mitchell said with a soft laugh pretending to ignore Anders’ advances by turning his head to look outside at the summer twilight. “Celebrating the new year during a heat wave seems wrong somehow. Does it even get dark enough for fireworks here?” The words might sound nonchalant, but the way the turn of the head exposed Mitchell’s neck was anything but. It was all part of the game. Anders should know; it was a move he had used numerous times to incite his guest’s vampiric cravings. And Anders had to admit it was doing a wonderful job on him too.

“Of course it gets dark enough.” Anders leaned in, placing several light kisses on Mitchell’s exposed neck. “But I’m usually busy creating sparkling fireworks of my own.”

Mitchell’s breath hitched pleasantly in response to the attention, but otherwise played successfully at being unaffected. “Have you planned any New Year’s resolutions?” he asked, still looking out the window as if he was determined to try to catch a glimpse of a small speck of frost in the New Zealand summer.

“No,” Anders snorted with a huff. “Why?” He was too busy nibbling on Mitchell’s earlobe to make any lengthy comments.

“I don’t know. Maybe you’ve got –ah– a change you want to make? To try to improve yourself?”

Anders congratulated himself on the wobble in Mitchell’s voice but decided that was enough subtleties. He grabbed hold of the other man’s shoulders and pulled himself on top of his lap, straddling him. “There’s hardly a need for improvements when you’re already perfect.” He smiled smugly from his new, superior position. “Or do you think I’m lacking?” His smile widened into a grin, and in case there was any doubt as to what his innuendo was referring to he slyly rubbed himself against Mitchell’s lap, making sure that all of him could be felt.

Mitchell laughed appreciatively. “Definitely not lacking.” He wrapped his fingers around Anders’ tie and pulled him in for a deep kiss before lightly shoving him back again. “And what about me?” he asked with a devilish grin, still with a tight grip around the tie.

The kiss left Anders hungry for more, but Mitchell’s sparkling eyes told him that they still weren’t finished with their little game. He angled his head and with a self-satisfied smile pretended to inspect the tantalizing body in front of him carefully before giving his verdict. “ You might be close to perfect,” he agreed, but then he scrunched up his face and pinched the sleeve of Mitchell’s washed out t-shirt. “But your clothing is anything but. If you really want a New Year's resolution you should let me take you shopping, get you some nice, tailored outfits to really show off your–” his eyes dipped low before coming back up again, “assets.”

“Since when do you care what I wear?” Mitchell laughed. “You're just gonna strip it off me anyway.”

“Can't argue with that.” Anders grinned, sensing that his persistent pursuit was about to be rewarded. “But think how stylish the pile next to my bed would look.” He hooked his index fingers in Mitchell’s belt loops, slid off his lap, and prepared to coax his willing prey with him to the bedroom when he was unexpectedly trapped by a long leg that wrapped behind him, pressing him forward.

Mitchell’s eager grin filled his vision. “How about a pile right next to this couch?”

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blairsanne · 2 years ago

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Pretend to Be Nice - 2 - Not a Monster

For the @deanobingo 2023 event!

Prompts: Anders Johnson - Nightmare, Jealousy, In Vino Veritas, "Come with me."

The Almighty Johnsons - Anders & female Reader 5551 words

Summary: You've avoided Anders since your unanswered confession, but when Axl invites you to a party at his place, you force yourself to attend. Anders pretends not to care what you're up to, but can't help but get involved.

CW: Alcohol consumption, drugging, vague mention of hookups. Angsty? Slow burn I guess? (This is a multi-part story.) Series Masterlist here

Weeks passed.

You hadn’t told anyone about your forced confession to Anders, and you assumed - based on the lack of harassment from the others - that he hadn’t either.

He also hadn’t contacted you at all; a far cry from his usual texts and invites out. You took this to mean he had no desire to be around you and encourage your pathetic infatuation; that he had no interest in you as a partner or a friend.

Mortified after your confession, there was no way you were going to reach out first, and you’d been happy to avoid everyone while you tried to kill the stupid feelings.

That hadn’t gone especially well.

The complete lack of response from Anders felt like it could only be a rejection, and yet it lacked any closure, so you found yourself obsessing over it. You’d replayed the gobsmacked expression of his in your mind so much that you’d started to have dreams about it; dreams where he’d answered you.

Sometimes in the dreams, he’d pulled you into a passionate embrace, confessing that he felt the same. Other times he’d told you not to feel that way; confirmed that there was no intention from him to change how things stood between you.

Naturally, your other godly friends had tried to get you out to the usual gatherings, but you’d been fortunate enough since then to have completely legitimate conflicting plans - between work and mortal-friend commitments - to get you out of them. Nobody had to know you’d sought them out specifically to avoid Anders and his brothers.

No such luck this week, though, so when Axl’s personal invitation to a party at his flat came by text, you were hard-pressed to think of a good reason why you wouldn’t be there.

You knew you couldn’t avoid the Johnsons forever, and no matter how much ribbing you expected to get from Anders, you told yourself it was better to try to get back to normal as soon as possible.

Maybe if he’s really awful to me I’ll get over him faster.

Still, you didn’t really fancy getting told how ugly you looked, so you spent a little longer perfecting your hair and makeup than usual, donning a skintight dress similar to ones that Anders had praised in the past.

At least if you were unwanted by him, maybe you could hook up with one of Axl’s little friends to make yourself feel better.

Axl lit up when he saw you arrive. It had only been a couple weeks since he’d seen you, but after Anders’s odd comments about you not wanting to go out with them, he had noticed your absence on the club nights and at the usual weekend get-togethers.

He’d personally invited you this time, hoping that a request from Odin might hold more weight. He hoped that if you came, he could get Anders to apologize to you, or at the very least sort out why you were upset with his (admittedly rude) older brother.

“Hey, you made it!”

You couldn’t help but return Axl’s wide grin, letting out a small laugh as he pulled you into a tight hug.

“I did.” “We missed you.” “Missed you too. Just been busy of late. But- here now.”

You had missed them. All of them, Anders included. As soon as you were in Axl’s presence, it was like your goddess spirit woke up, happy to be around her kind.

“Most of the others aren’t here yet, but my schoolmates are.” He gestured down the hall to where you could see Axl-aged dudes chugging cans of beer. “Fancy a drink?”

“Chur.” “Keen.”

You followed Axl toward the kitchen, thinking it was awfully sweet of him to be so happy to see you, and feeling a stone of guilt for avoiding him and the others.

Anders arrived fashionably late, refusing to cut short his work dinner for what he knew was going to be a shitty party with young mortals in attendance.

After greeting Axl he made his way toward the kitchen to find some piss.

He spotted you straight away - standing in a corner, batting your lashes at some tall lanky mortal he’d never seen. You looked like sex on legs, and he wanted you to take off your dress for an entirely different reason than that one time at Michele’s.

Still he feigned not to notice, taking a breath as he approached the chilly bin.

Michele, who was standing nearby, however, didn’t fail to catch him looking in your direction. She stepped forward and took a beer right after him.

“Now that all the Johnsons are present, something's sure to go awry,” she greeted him.

“Such a friendly goddess. Can’t imagine why Colin dumped you.”

Michele gaped, amusement joining the offense in her voice. “I dumped him, you prick. As you well know.” “Mm, to bag my older brother who you wanted to make a sacrifice as I recall.”

She shrugged. “Well that was then.” “Go easy on him.” “Where’s the fun in that?”

Anders met Michele’s smirk with a smile of his own. He didn’t really care about them dating so long as nothing bad happened to his brothers as a result.

Michele surveyed the scene, frowning. “We’re really slumming it tonight, eh?”

He held his hands as if weighing two points. “Free piss. Distinct lack of viable bedmates.” “Depends on your standards.”

Michele gestured toward where you were twirling your hair, flirting with some guy who was eating it up. “Speaking as the most attractive person in the room-”

“Second most,” Anders interjected. You being the first.

Michele flipped him the bird without looking. “-he’s just acceptable for a mortal. She can do better.”

Anders put a hand to his chest in mock-defensiveness. “I’ve tried going there, but she turns me down,” he joked.

It was true that he’d initially tried it on and been rebuffed, but that had been before you’d really become friends with the Johnsons. It hadn’t crossed his mind seriously again until your spontaneous confession the other day, but he’d imagined it several times since. Now he really wasn’t sure where you stood. Why confess only to tell him nothing would come of it?

“Don’t even think about it, Bragi.”

Anders bristled at the way Michele sneered his godly name.

“She deserves heaps better than you.” “What the hell does that mean?” “That while you may brainwash mortals into a night of fun, you’re not capable of keeping a goddess satisfied.” “You have no idea what I’m capable of.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Just remember that we goddesses stick together.”

“Ooh.” He shrugged. “Scary. I think we’re past all that, don’t you?”

Michele shrugged, feigning a lack of concern. “Not that she’d ever go for a pig like you anyway.”

He assumed that Michele’s comments meant you hadn’t told your little goddess friends about your supposed infatuation with him. He almost corrected her, but decided to keep your privacy instead.

“You don’t know that.”

Michele sized Anders up, remembering your comments about not pursuing your feelings, and let out a derisive snicker before walking off. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

Anders turned his attention back to you and the young mortal you were flattering. “Right, just look at my insurmountable competition,” he quipped lightly.

Michele laughed, agreeing that Axl’s friend was hardly a great catch.

Anders watched you silently, telling himself that Michele didn’t know what she was talking about; about whether or not you were into him, and about whether or not he could satisfy you.

I could if I wanted to, he thought defensively.

Did he want to, though? Your rejection had been a blow to his ego, and instinctively he wanted to prove Michele wrong; but did that mean he wanted to pursue you?

He pursed his lips as he watched you place your hand on the mortal’s arm, batting your lashes as you smiled up at him. Nostrils flaring, he looked over the crowd, wondering where his brothers had ended up. If he had to watch you fawn over the loser much longer he thought he might chunder.

Not that he was jealous.

“Oh thank god,” Michele murmured, watching you excuse yourself from the mortal they’d been assessing on your behalf.

She flashed you a grin when you spotted her, and you smiled back, then fought to keep your expression light as you spotted Anders standing near her.

You pretended like it didn’t burn a hole in your stomach as you walked over.

Anders noted your empty beer bottle, and by the time you’d placed it on the counter, he had a fresh one opened that he pressed into your hand.

“Ta,” you managed, throat feeling dry. You couldn’t quite maintain eye contact with him, the double judgment of knowing that both Anders and Michele were aware of your feelings for him making you feel extra scrutinized.

“Have to take care of my favourite goddess.”

Michele snorted, but you felt the heat rising in your cheeks, so you took a swig and turned your attention from Anders to Michele.

“You can do better,” Michele quipped, and you caught that she also meant it about Anders and not just the guy you’d been chatting up.

“Seriously,” Anders piled on. “No offense to Ax’, but his friends are not Auckland’s finest.”

“Well I’m not shopping for a husband, am I?” You tilted your head to rub at your neck as you looked over to the kid in question. “Sometimes it’s just nice to feel wanted,” you commented lightly.

You didn’t see the way Anders’s expression flickered, all three of you immediately distracted by another of the Tech students walking up behind you and Michele.

“Ladies.”

You and Michele both turned to face him in confusion.

Michele gave him an instant lookover, her face quirking into an unimpressed expression.

“Hello,” you offered, trying to be polite.

Anders tilted his head at the guy and loosed his Bragi tones, wincing in second-hand embarrassment. “They’re both way out of your league, mate.”

The stranger gave a dazed nod, then turned to walk off.

You hugged yourself, feeling awkward, while Michele raised her brows and cocked her head at Anders.

“Oh- I’m sorry- Did you want him, Michele?” he asked teasingly. “I didn’t think Mike was the sort to share.”

She flashed him a bemused smile. “He’s not.”

The next thing you knew, she was wrapping her arm around your shoulders. “Come on, you. I haven’t seen you in ages and we have catching up to do.”

“Right…” You glanced at Anders, feeling like maybe that was a rude way to walk away after having a group conversation with him.

He gave you a quick nod of goodbye, then turned away, giving you the impression that he wasn’t all that bothered by it.

In truth, Anders didn’t want to appear to have been affected by Michele’s insults or whatever was going on with you.

Once Michele had steered you out the back door to the deck, Anders leaned against the kitchen counter and stared into space as he contemplated the situation.

He knew you too well to think that your comment about feeling wanted was in any way a jab at him. It had been too off-the-cuff and honest; almost like you’d forgotten he would hear it, or that he might view it through the context of your weird confession weeks earlier.

He had been avoiding you, secretly grateful for your absence the last few get-togethers, unsure how you would behave around him. Lovesick mortals were an annoyance, but one Bragi had easily handled many times. A goddess, though; that was more complicated.

Seeing you here had made him realize how much he’d missed being around you. If anything, he was a bit hurt that you were acting almost like that conversation had never happened. You’d seemed so torn up about it, looking at him like you were hurt… and now you were barely looking at him at all.

For all he knew, you’d already moved on. That thought probably should have comforted him, but it was worse, somehow, than someone not having loved him in the first place.

He chugged the rest of his beer, then walked off to find one of his brothers.

If you were going to pretend like nothing had happened, he could too.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, the smell of the backyard fire distracting your mind until Ingrid’s firm grip on your hands grounded you.

You were seated cross-legged before her, sitting on a blanket she’d stolen from the house and wrapped in a second one, Michele standing over you both, refusing to join you in your lowly seats.

Ingrid let out a long hum, then let go of your hands to start rubbing some crystals together.

“Alright, you can open your eyes,” she advised.

You did so to see her peering at you suspiciously.

She reached out, seemingly plucking at the air around you. “You’ve got so much… buzzing. Your mind must be a nightmare right now.”

She let out a small laugh, but when you simply pursed your lips, she offered you a pitying expression, holding her hand on her heart. “Oh, I didn’t mean anything by it.”

You shrugged. “No, you’re right. I’m- having a bit of a hard go of it. But- it’s fine. She’ll be right.”

“Well not to worry.” Ingrid put her hand on yours. “We’ll get you sorted.”

Michele kept quiet as she observed, though she had little faith in most of Ingrid’s intuitive fluff despite her status as an oracle. Instead she smiled and sipped at her beer, happy to see you distracted by something other than Anders. She had noticed the way you couldn’t make eye contact with him, quite abnormal given how chummy you usually were with him. She wanted to encourage that distance; give you a chance to move on.

“You just sit there and I’ll see what comes up.”

You watched as Ingrid shuffled a deck of oracle cards that you’d seen her use a handful of other times, wondering if she could actually help you with them.

Unless they can erase memories, I already made an ass of myself…

You wondered what Anders thought of seeing you flirt with the students at the party. It probably seemed pretty pitiful. It occurred to you only then that he might have thought you were doing it to make him jealous, and you felt your stomach turn.

He must think I’m proper pathetic.

Ingrid let out a low hum, an overly serious look on her face as she stared down at the five cards that she’d laid out between you.

“That bad, eh?” you lamented.

“There’s something you don’t see clearly, or… There’s something… you think-” She shut her eyes to try to put words to the overall message being conveyed. “You think it’s one way, but it’s not. You follow the path before you, but later you’ll realize it wasn’t what you thought. It’s all spilled milk and confusion…” She opened her eyes to squint at you. “Or sabotage?”

“Well that’s fucking cheery, Ingrid,” Michele lamented.

“Oh- no! It’s good, though. A warning, that things aren’t as they seem, for better or worse. So be careful.” She reached around you again, carding her fingers through the space around you in an attempt to clear your aura. “There’s something pulling the wool over your eyes.”

You finished off the beer Anders had handed you earlier, then sighed. “I reckon I know what it is.”

“Here.” Ingrid pressed one of her smooth stones into your palm. “Take this to strengthen your intuition and inner wisdom.”

“Ta.” You looked down at the translucent purple stone, touched by Ingrid’s sincerity.

Anders walked down the hall after a conversation with Olaf and Ty in Zeb’s bedroom, stopping where it opened to the living space to scan the crowd.

It took him a moment to spot you, holding a nearly empty bottle and chatting up yet another loser friend of Axl’s now in the corner of the kitchen.

You looked munted, your eyelids heavier than usual as you smiled almost-vacantly at the bland mortal before you. Your new friend, on the other hand, was practically fucking you with his eyes, clearly chuffed to have your attention.

Before he could question why he felt the need to interrupt it, Anders walked over and greeted you by name, pointedly ignoring the guy you were trying to talk to.

Your dazed expression morphed into a dumb grin. “Anders! Hi, Anders.” You reached out to grip his forearm, grateful for the extra support to keep you on your feet. Shouldn’t have worn heels, you thought.

Anders snickered at your reaction to him. He spoke to you with amused patronization as he steadied you with both hands. “Yeah, hi again. You having a good time?”

You shut your eyes to nod, the plastered smile not leaving your face as he gently held you in place. “Mhm.”

“Don’t think maybe you’ve had a bit too much to drink?” “I barely had three beer.”

Anders frowned. You weren’t that much of a light-weight. He’d seen you drink several times that amount and not act this out of sorts.

The other guy put his hand on Anders’s shoulder. “Hey, we were talking here-”

“Piss off.” Anders glared up at the younger man, watching as the power of Bragi’s words washed over him. The other man blinked and walked off, leaving you alone in the corner.

Anders tilted his head as he turned his attention back to you. “You partake in something else then?” “No.” “Are you sure? You’re not feeling unwell?”

You tried to consider the question seriously, but as you closed your eyes to concentrate, you felt a pleasant sleepiness fogging your brain.

“I’m a bit tired,” you answered at last. “Yeah?”

“I’ve become an old lady.” You whined and stepped forward to rest your face on his shoulder.

You wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed now, but you didn’t have the wits to get yourself there.

“No, I don’t think that’s the issue.”

Anders held you up, frowning as he mentally eliminated other explanations for your behaviour, eventually convincing himself that all signs pointed to you having been drugged. He looked around for the guy who had been talking to you, but didn’t see him anymore.

He tucked his lower lip under his teeth. You needed to rest. “Maybe we should call it a night, eh?”

You hummed in mild agreement, smiling against his suit jacket as you enjoyed the scent of his cologne and the feeling of his arms supporting you.

Before the two of you could make a break for it, though, Mike approached and tapped Anders’s shoulder.

They shared a tense glance, Mike looking you over and clearly questioning what was going on before deciding not to comment on the fact that you were in an intimate position. None of my business, he decided.

“Family meeting. Axl’s room. Now.”

Anders pursed his lips, nostrils flaring, but nodded. No sense arguing, but he didn’t want to leave you unattended in this state, either.

As Mike walked off, Anders spotted Zeb coming into the kitchen to grab another beer.

“Hey, you.”

Zeb raised a brow, pausing with his fingers on the pull tab of his beer. “Me?”

“Got a job for you.”

Anders stepped over, expression stern despite the compliant attention Zeb was giving him. He pointed at you and slipped his voice into his low, echoing Bragi tones, making Zeb’s head fuzzy.

“You stay with her until I say so. There is nothing more important than making sure nothing bad happens to her tonight. Understood?”

Zeb blinked slowly, but nodded. As the dominating pressure lifted, he eased and turned his attention to you. “Fancy a drink?”

“She’s had enough,” Anders called, already walking toward the hall to join his brothers.

It took nearly two hours for the Johnsons to wrap up their crisis, meaning that by the time Anders returned to the flat with Axl, the party had died out. They stepped into the quiet house, and Anders frowned to see most of the lights were out.

“She probably went home,” Axl muttered. Anders had told him he planned to give you a lift home after seeing how munted you’d gotten, but Axl found it hard to believe you were that pissed given how often the three of you went out on the town together. “Or- not.”

They found you asleep under a blanket on the couch, your head in Zeb’s lap as he watched an old kaiju movie.

Zeb flashed Axl an easy smile. “Ah, you’re back.”

Axl rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah. Bit of a wild night.”

“I await your tale in the morning my lord. For now I’d like to be relieved so I can catch some zeds.”

Anders nodded and stepped over. “Alright, rise and shine.”

It took a bit of coaxing from Zeb before you blinked awake, yawning as your eyes focused enough to take in Anders and Axl standing in the room with you.

“I fell asleep,” you murmured, disoriented.

“Yeah, you did-” Anders grabbed your hands to help pull you off the couch. “Come with me. I’ll get you home.”

You nodded, leaning into him a bit as he started guiding you toward the hallway. “Mm, kay.”

Axl stifled his laugh, amused by how out of it you were, and happy to see you and Anders getting along just fine.

“See ya.” “Night.”

“Bye Axl, bye Zeb,” you managed.

Zeb stood beside Axl and waved as you and Anders left out the front door.

He turned to look up at Axl. “Your brother did that Bragi thing on me again.”

Axl winced. “Sorry…” he croaked.

Meanwhile, Anders was struggling to get you to his car - not because you weren’t being compliant, but because you couldn’t seem to keep your eyes open to watch where you were going.

He had to hold you up as you ambled beside him, clinging to his jacket and leaning into him.

“I’m so tired.” “And you can sleep when you’re home. Just- gotta get- to the car.”

You made a happy humming noise. “You’re so nice, Anders.”

“That’s not what you usually say.”

You let out a sleepy laugh.

He propped you against the side of the vehicle to get the door open, and when he moved to help you inside, he froze when you put your hands on his cheeks.

“Everyone thinks you’re rude when you’re being funny, but you’re really a good man.”

He swallowed, unsure how seriously to take a comment like that, given your condition. Your voice and expression were full of genuine affection, and he caught the way your eyes trained down to his lips.

“You’re wonderful,” you continued.

He kept his face neutral, hands off you. “Get in the car, goddess.”

You gave a hum of easy assent, and he stood immobile as you got yourself into the seat and fumbled with the seatbelt.

He shut the door and made his way around the back of the vehicle, wiping his hand over his mouth roughly. What am I supposed to say to that?

A while later Anders laid back against his pillow and rubbed his eyes roughly. He blinked up at the ceiling, shoving one arm behind his head, assessing the night’s events.

This wasn’t exactly what he’d imagined when he’d tossed around the idea of taking you to bed.

He glanced to his right, the sight of you completely passed out a mild solace to the anger he felt in his gut. Someone had drugged you, and he didn’t know who.

Someone connected to Axl, it seemed, which was going to upset his brother, of course. Moreover, a mortal had wronged a goddess, which he knew would piss off Michele, and he had half a mind to tell her if it meant retribution on the fucker. Mike could probably find them right away, if he asked.

Anders wasn’t a fan of date rape in general, but he’d be lying to himself if he couldn’t admit that it happening to his friend was really what was pissing him off. If someone had done the same thing to Dawn, he’d react just as strongly… Right?

Well, that was his working theory, anyway. Despite entertaining the idea of bedding since your last chat, it wasn’t like he thought of you the way he thought of the chicks he usually had fun with.

He saw you as important somehow. Worthy of respect and protection. That meant you were some other category of woman. Dawn was the closest he could match that feeling up with, so that must put you back into the realm of ‘friend’.

But you don’t fuck friends.

Chicks weren’t usually into that sort of thing, and based on what he knew of you, you were more of the boyfriend sort than the quick root sort most of the time. Maybe if that last guy hadn’t been such a jafa, you wouldn’t have even fallen for Anders, and then none of this would be on the table, and he wouldn’t have to question how he felt about all of it.

He watched you wince and groan in your sleep, wondering what sort of dream you were having.

“Shh, you’re safe as houses,” he murmured, not noticing his own Bragi tones as he reached out. He pulled the covers higher up your body until you were tucked in securely.

Why did you have to tell me?

If you didn’t want him, why say that you loved him? Was it better to know, or not know?

He huffed and rolled over to face away from you, a heavy feeling in his chest he couldn’t name.

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You woke the next morning, blinking to clear your confusion as you looked around the strange bedroom you found yourself alone in. Sitting up, it seemed vaguely familiar, but you couldn’t place it.

Did I hook up with someone…?

Then you registered a familiar scent, and suddenly you remembered when you’d been in the room before.

Months earlier, you’d met up with Anders and Axl at Anders’s flat before a night out, only to have Anders send you into his bedroom to grab something he’d forgotten.

Why am I in Anders’s bed?

You looked yourself over, heart racing, but you were fully clothed in what you’d worn the night before - jewelry and all.

You slowly got up, adjusting your clothes to look as presentable as they could after being slept in. Something didn’t feel right, though, and you reached into your bra to find a small purple stone had been pressed inside, the memory of Ingrid handing it to you flashing vaguely through your mind.

You put it back in place, then walked cautiously out into the living area, relieved when you saw Anders sitting at his dining table having a coffee.

He looked up attentively. “Ah, you’re up! How you feeling?”

You hugged yourself, stopping beside his kitchen island. “Confused, mostly. Why am I at your flat?”

“You weren’t feeling well at the party. Tried to take you home, but you couldn’t tell me where that was.”

You frowned. You couldn’t remember much after getting to the party. You’d had a few drinks and tried to be friendly to Axl’s friends, but then… “It’s a bit of a blur, to be honest,” you murmured, rubbing your temple.

“I think you might have been drugged.”

You looked up to see Anders with a strange expression on his face. There were hints of anger in his tense features, but his eyes met yours with concern.

Something pulling the wool over my eyes, eh?

“You should eat something, drink some water.”

“Uh- sure. Ta.” You turned and grabbed a glass from his dish rack to fill at the sink. “If I was drugged then..-”

“Nothing happened to you, don’t worry. Zeb was with you, then me. Safe as houses.”

Zeb, right. You had a hazy memory of laying in his lap. You knew him too well to think he’d drug you, so it must have been one of Axl’s other mortal friends that you’d been availing yourself to all night.

“I’ll have to thank him.” “Mm.” “And- Thanks to you, too, Anders. Sorry I’ve been causing you so much trouble lately.” “No trouble.”

“Mm, you say that, but…” You rolled your eyes, thinking it was awfully pathetic to need his help after how awkward everything had gotten. “You really didn’t have to go to all the fuss of putting me up.”

“What was I supposed to do? Leave you with those dickheads at the party? Despite what Mike thinks, I do actually believe in fun being consensual.”

You shrugged. “It just- wasn’t really your problem, that’s all.” “Codswallop.”

You raised a brow.

Anders glared back at you with offense. “I may not be your boyfriend, but if you think I’d just sit back while something happened to you, you’re wrong. I’m not a monster.”

“Sorry.” You looked down.

You’d never thought he was one, but it felt pathetic to be getting his help when you felt the way you did about him and knew he didn’t reciprocate.

He supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised that you were still acting a bit strange around him, but it hurt him a bit to think you didn’t want him looking out for you.

Weren’t you… friends? It occurred to him that he didn’t have many of those. Maybe he’d misjudged it.

“I wasn’t trying to imply…” You took a deep breath and glanced up at him as you put down your glass. “I’m gonna head home.”

He got up and followed you toward the door. “Are you sure you’ll be right? I can give you a lift.”

You gestured dismissively as you stepped into your shoes. “No worries. I don’t live far.”

You caught the way his brows slightly raised. “Oh. Good.”

You hesitated in the doorway, then met his gaze, voice earnest. “Thank you for looking after me.” “Of course.”

You turned to leave, but he put his hand on your forearm.

“Hey-”

When your eyes met his, you read a vulnerability in them that you weren’t used to, his furrowed brow making you worry.

“We’re friends, right?”

You felt the knot in your stomach ease, reassured that he still wanted a connection to you despite your pointless confession.

You offered him a genuine smile, shoulders relaxing. “Always.”

Of course a friend would step in in a situation like this. If he still saw you that way, then maybe you could go back to seeing him that way, too.

He couldn’t help but return your smile as he let go of you, then stood watching you for a beat as you walked down the hall before he shut the door to his flat.

He was relieved at your confirmation - of something he’d never had to put into words before - and hoped it meant that things could eventually go back to normal between you; that you’d stop acting so uncomfortable around him.

He emptied your water glass into the sink and huffed.

The idea that one of Axl’s idiot friends had drugged a goddess still wasn’t sitting well with him, so he grabbed his keys and put on some shoes to go get to the bottom of it.

I’ll figure out which dickhead it was, and then Bragi can have a little chat with him.

Anders had spent the morning dealing to the mortal who’d wronged his friend, feeling quite noble about his use of his powers for once.

That afternoon he sat at his desk, staring into space as he ran his thumb over his lower lip.

He couldn’t stop thinking about you.

The tortuously sexy dress you’d worn to flirt with Axl’s idiot friends. The way your face had lit up to see him while you were drugged. The relief he had felt to see you safe and asleep in his bed. Your saccharine smile when you’d affirmed that you’d always be friends. And the heartbroken, apologetic way you’d told him that you’d fallen for him.

It wasn’t fair, he thought, that you’d put the idea in his head like that. To make him question what it might be like to be really loved by you, when you’d rejected him in the same breath.

How can you want me and not want me at the same time? Am I not good enough?

He held his head in his hands and let out a long sigh.

“Anders, are you alright?”

“The most beautiful goddess in Auckland is in love with me, of course I’m not alright.” “What?” “What?”

Anders looked up in concern, but Dawn gave him a look he couldn’t interpret, tilting her head.

“Someone’s in love with you?” “No.” He shook his head. “Nevermind.” “Are you sure…?”

He scowled. “You know, it’s not a good look to be nosy.”

She rolled her eyes. “Fine, don’t tell me. I’m sure I don’t want to know anyway.” She tossed the folder she was holding onto his desk. “Here are the reports you asked for.”

“Thank you, Dawn!” He opened the folder and enthusiastically started looking through them, grateful for the distraction.

“Thank god,” he murmured.

Part 3 here

A/N: Thanks for reading this, if you did! I feel like I haven't been finishing as many WIPs as I'd like, but I'm determined to keep this story to the current outline so hopefully it won't grow like Lofn did (I'm close to the next chapter of that being ready, too, I promise it's in the works!) and you'll get the rest of it shortly. Special thanks to @laurfilijames for putting up with my ramblings about this fic idea since its inception.

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