#the almighty johnsons fanfic

[blairsanne]

Lofn: Series Masterlist

The Almighty Johnsons Anders Johnson x goddess!Reader

Note: This series is ongoing.

General summary: You are Lofn, the goddess of comfort, summoned by the gods to tend to them in their times of need. After being summoned by Bragi a few times, you get sucked into his world. As you attempt to navigate where you stand with each other, complications of god business get in the way.

Note: Reader character is female, of at least partial Norwegian descent, is described a few times early on as having blue-grey eyes and light brown hair, is shorter than Anders, is the goddess Lofn, works for SkyCity.

CW: 18+, smut in every chapter (including protected and unprotected penetrative sex, oral (m&f receiving), masturbation, power dynamics, and more), instances of physical violence, blood, mentions of canon murders (no on-screen murder), instances of alcohol consumption, mention of drug use, attempted non-con/assault (not by Anders), language. Major canon plot spoilers when the plot lines up with the plot of the series.

Chapter 1: Lofn

Summary: After a particularly bad day, Anders accidentally summons Lofn, the goddess of comfort, to his office in the middle of the night. Anders just happens to have a favourite way to unwind.

CW: Hurt/comfort, alcohol, language, smut. Words: 3,235

Chapter 2: House Call

Summary: Anders (and his nose) had a rough time in Whangamaungamoa and he finds himself wishing he had company as he feels the inevitable pull of sleep. Luckily the goddess Lofn is meant to provide comfort to the gods.

CW: Hurt/comfort, smut, so sleepy Words: 2,631

Chapter 3: After Bad Things Happen

Summary: This chapter ties in directly to the events of S1E7 ‘Bad Things Happen’. You are summoned to a drugged Bragi, laying mostly-naked and covered in insults in his bed. With a knife. You spend the night making things better.

CW: hurt/comfort, description of attempted/intended violence, smut, angst? Words: 6,489

Chapter 4: Available

Summary: You encounter Bragi ‘in the wild’, but your visit is interrupted by a summon elsewhere. After helping his family through a problem, you spend some alone time with the god you now know as Anders.

CW: family issues, smut Words: 10,942

Chapter 5: Lonely Beds

Summary: You comfort Thor on a big day, then struggle to connect with Anders until a well-timed summon.

CW: smut (fairly tame), pining, sleepy stuff Words: 4,993

Chapter 6: Hamilton

Summary: You meet Anders at a hotel in Hamilton and he has his own brand of fun in mind for your evening.

CW: smut (mostly the whole thing is smut, tiny bit of plot kinda), praise/power play Words: 4,547

Chapter 7: Bubbles & Bubbles

Summary: Anders leaves you alone while he tends to business during the day, though you both anticipate your evening together. Things eventually get a little heavy in the bath, and then on the floor.

CW: Smut, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, drinking Words: 6,675

Chapter 8: All Apologies

Summary: As your weekend with Anders draws to a close, he gets jealous to see you out with another man while he’s working. Things get a little heated as you try to talk about it.

CW: Smut, unprotected sex, use of toy, jealousy Words: 5,806

Chapter 9: Turned Around

Summary: Busy preparing for your move to Auckland, you are summoned first to Mike and then to Anders’s flat, but things don’t go as you’re used to. {Set between S1E10 and S2E1}

CW: smut, unprotected sex, alcohol, comfort, angst, hurt feelings, cliffhanger ending… also a lot of Mike? Words: 10,532

Chapter 10: Crisis of Faith

Summary: Anders went to Norway to try to clear you from his mind to no avail. Determined to find a path to you and to win you over, he gets his brothers involved. He’s not the only one dealing with problems he needs help with, though. {Set between S2E6 and S2E9}

CW: Smut, alcohol, unprotected sex (m/f), discussion of death/murder, brief violence/assault/sexual assault/attempted noncon (not by Anders) - not in that order Words: 15,313

Chapter 11: Apples

Summary: You run into Anders during your workday and can’t help but spend the afternoon with him. You have a premonition of something you don’t understand, until you meet someone at JPR. {This chapter and the next follow the plots from S2E9-13 and rely on you having seen the episodes for further context.}

CW: Smut, unprotected sex, lying, angst, cheating? Words: 8,147

Chapter 12: Destiny

Summary: While Anders struggles with his new bond to Helen, you try not to completely fall apart as you adjust to not being with him anymore. Difficult summons lead to unanswered questions and you back in his bed. {This chapter and the one before it follow the plots from S2E9-S3E1 and rely on you having seen the episodes for further context.}

CW: Smut, heartbreak, breakup grief, angst, unprotected sex, Idun, mention of off-screen death, blood (but no graphic depictions of violence) Words: 9,596

Chapter 13: Stranger

Summary: The Idun problem still lingers as you’re summoned to help a new goddess. Your mortal best friend doesn’t understand what’s going on, or why you’re keeping things from him. Anders finally opens the book you returned to him.

CW: Smut, Idun, brief mention of prior suicide attempt and murder, unprotected sex, a somewhat rude interruption Words: 7,840

Chapter 14: Back to Auckland

Summary: You ditch the hotel in Hamilton to take Anders back to your flat in Auckland for a weekend of honeymoon type bliss.

CW: Smut, tooth-rotting fluff, insecurities, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving) Words: 7,038

Chapter 15: Happy For Me

Summary: While Anders deals with shady business offers and the threat of god-hunters, things escalate between you and Hamish, leading to an accidental use of power. {This chapter takes place during Season 3, Episode 4, "Like the Berserkers of Old", though the events of the episode happen mostly "off-screen".}

CW: smut, unprotected sex, secret keeping, accidental and intentional emotional manipulation Words: 8119

[laurfilijames]

This seems like a suitable read for Valentine's Day...

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.

———

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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[silvermoon-scrolls]

It’s the thought that counts?

Fandom: The Almighty Johnsons Warnings: None Words: 340

The doorbell buzzed for a second time while Dawn hurriedly wrapped the bathrobe around her. Her still wet feet left small puddles behind her as she half tip-toed, half hurried to the door. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” she called, rather annoyed at having her shower cut short. Couldn’t she have one good thing, today of all days?

She had once again been forced to work late to smooth over relations with a demanding customer who was upset because Anders had stood them up yet another meeting as a result of one of his frequent “family emergencies”. She was beat. All she wanted to do now was sink into her sofa and watch a movie all in her lonesome.

She pulled open the door a little more forcefully than was necessary. “Yes?”

“Express delivery for Dawn.” The delivery-woman held forth a white, lidded box held together by a string tied in a small bow. Surprised, and a bit confused, Dawn accepted the package; she barely managed a ‘thank you?’ before the courier was back at her truck and was driving away again.

Her curiosity piqued, Dawn pulled at the string and opened the lid. Inside were two big, colorful cupcakes, topped with sprinkles – and a card stuck into the frosting. 

She recognized Anders’ neat handwriting.

To the world’s best assistant. Thank you for all your hard work. Happy birthday! You should take tomorrow off.

Oh. He hadn’t forgotten. She looked at the pastries in surprise. Anders could be such a prick. But a very smooth-talking prick. She smiled. For some reason she never could stay mad at him for very long. 

She licked off some of the frosting that had stuck to her fingers. ‘Strawberry’, she thought as she noticed a second, smaller card embedded in the other cupcake. Had Anders actually remembered that strawberry was her favorite flavor? Maybe he was a little more mindful of other people than she usually gave him credit for. Still smiling to herself, she picked up the smaller card — and sighed.

For your cat.

Maybe not.

~~~

Happy birthday @blairsanne!

[lostaroace]

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[jplupine]

Name: Harper Jensen

Birthday: July 16 | Age: Late 20s

Gender: Woman | Orientation: Heterosexual

Species: Human/Reborn God | God: Glod

Info: Harper was a cheerful young woman until she turned 21 and her godly powers became active. Being the reborn goddess Glod and having no clue how to control her powers, the flames became too much to manage. Harper recluded and ran away to stop hurting the ones she loved and grew to fear herself. With her sister, the two kept moving around from town to town as Harper slowly gained a grasp on her powers until one town they moved to turned out to have other gods. Harper finds solace in the unlikeliest of people- the god of things dark and cold. His patience and care help Harper to learn to control her powers, but not without turmoil and strife.

Love Interest: Ty

Fic: Embers | Theme: Deep Water by American Authors

[blairsanne]

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.)

[princessfbi]

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.

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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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Voyeurism

Cockold

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Blood Play

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Nylons

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"How you can speak so confidently while being so wrong is impressive."

-Dis to Thorin for my WIP Thorin's Daughter

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They all watched as she made a water bubble and picked the fish up, holding it in front of her as it happily swam in the miniature stream she’d created.

“Oh look, a wee little trout.” The smile she gave read as shocked innocence, causing the dwarves to let out the laughter they'd been trying to hold in. “I’ll just…” she placed it in the fountain that sat in the center of the room and turned back to the Lord of Rivendell, switching tactics when he was still not amused. Manipulating the water so it floated above them. “Or not… you know, I’ll just take it back to the river.”

She went to leave when he called to her once more. He treasured their elemental and all she could do and did for their people but flooding the city was something he didn’t have time for.

“Taika”

“Yeah?”

“No more magic my little fae"

-The elemental

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“Anders, I am at work”

“So am I.”

“Yeah but when I say it, it means I’m actually doing something.”

-The Healer and The Poet WIP (the almighty johnsons)

Thank you so much for this!! I've never gotten an ask before and was really excited for this. I have entirely too many WIP so it was hard to pick which ones.

[blairsanne]

Did this not long ago but behold my massive WIP pile again: (These being fanfic WIPs that are not abandoned, does not include original fiction WIPs or fanvid wips of which there are also a mountain.)

Across Time - Expanded (Hobbit AU)

Alternate (Almighty Johnsons, Anders x OC)

Anders - roleplay (Almighty Johnsons, Anders x Reader)

Anders vs Ty x Reader (Almighty Johnsons)

Anders x Dawn (Almighty Johnsons)

Anders x Reader x Mitchell (Almighty Johnsons, Being Human)

Another Johnson (Almighty Johnsons)

Barnaby - Try Therapy (Brokenwood Mysteries)

Be here (Almighty Johnsons, Anders x Reader)

Blankets - Fili (Hobbit, Fili x Reader)

Boonies (Will) (Wanted, Will x Reader)

Cheering Up (Almighty Johnsons, Anders x Reader)

Chels (Almighty Johnsons)

Cold (Almighty Johnsons, Anders x Reader)

Dawn x Ty (Almighty Johnsons)

Feral (Anders) (Almighty Johnsons, Anders x Reader)

Ford Lampton - I followed you (The Bad Seed, Ford x Reader)

Freki (Almighty Johnsons, Zeb x OC)

Gods (Almighty Johnsons)

GOS - Anders & Avi (Almighty Johnsons, Anders x OC)

Hanako (Sarazanmai)

Harbour (Hobbit, AU-ish)

Iolaus x Althea (Young Hercules)

Jon (Pork Pie)

Keeping a Promise (Almighty Johnsons, Anders x Reader)

Lofn (Almighty Johnsons, Anders x Reader)

Marco (Go Girls)

Misery Loves Company (Rise of the Guardians)

One(s) (Hobbit)

Pirate AU - Thorin's Company (Hobbit, AU)

Pretend to be Nice (Almighty Johnsons, Anders x Reader)

Reader's birthday (Almighty Johnsons, Anders x Reader)

Ryder PWP (Vegas, Ryder x Reader)

Smoking with Anders (Almighty Johnsons, Anders x Reader)

Soulmates

Starved (Ford Lampton) (The Bad Seed, Ford x Reader)

The Bad Seed

The wrong Mr. Johnson (Almighty Johnsons)

Under the Vines (Tippy x OC)

Warm - Ty x Reader (Almighty Johnsons)

Wolfy (In the Cards) (Big Wolf on Campus)

Zinny (Almighty Johnsons, family fluff)

Not sure I could think of 42 people to tag tbh, so open tag if you'd like to participate.

WIP Game

Tagged by @emmyspov and @heilith <3 Thank you!

Rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips!

I have a spreadsheet of "Fics To Write", which includes requests received and my own story ideas and planned works. It is a LONG list, but I'm determined to get them done, especially the requests!

This "WIP List" includes only fics that I have active Word documents for, and they vary drastically in amount of words actually written:

"The Broken Shield" (Thorin and Frerin, guest-starring Thranduil and the Elvenqueen) - my entry to the Thorin's Spring Forge event

"A Stab to the Heart - Part 2" (Thranduil x OC Elvenqueen)

"For the Show" (The Thranduilion Princes, brotherhood fic)

"Excuse Our Baby" (The Thranduilion Princes, brotherhood fic)

"A Thousand More" (Thranduil x OC Elvenqueen)

"The Making of Ada" (Thranduil x OC Elvenqueen, Oropher)

"Steal Away" (Boromir x OC, a continuation of "A Captain's Duty")

"One Spring in the Long Peace" (Celeborn x Galadriel)

"First Meeting" (Thranduil x OC Elvenqueen, a continuation of "Sins of Our Fathers")

"Returning" (Thorin and Thranduil, post-BotFA)

"Little Ways" (Eomer x Reader, requested)

"Arrow's Point" (Haldir x Reader, requested)

"Safe Haven" (Elrond x Reader, requested)

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[silvermoon-scrolls]

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

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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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Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are always appreciated ❤️

[lostaroace]

Bamboozle

Day 14 of the 30-day short story challenge

Today's topic was provided by @silvermoon-scrolls and it happens to be an Anders Johnson fanfic. Sort of. It's Anders' birthday and he's lonely.

CW: it may seem hurt/comfort but it's more comfort than anything else

Words: 971

Also availabe on AO3

Here it goes:

Anders Johnson had never been easily bamboozled. From an early age, he learned to fend for himself.

On one hand, he was the second son of four siblings so his parents didn't have much time for him. Evidently, Mike and Axl were the ones who received more attention and love as the former was the firstborn whilst the latter was the youngest. Anders and Ty ought to keep up with the middle-child syndrome; however, Ty betrayed Anders by being highly temperamental and extremely needy.

On the other hand, Johan Johnson wasn't the best father of them all. He wasn't even mediocre. As the male god he was, Johan drank too much, hurt his wife, and ignored his children until he decided to leave them. Elizabeth Johnson, Johan's wife, took care of the children as a slave unintentionally halfheartedly. She loved them, Anders had no doubt about that, yet the idea of raising four gods that might end up just as disturbing as Johan was too much for her.

She abandoned them after Mike's 21st birthday.

At the time, Mike had lied to his brothers explaining that their mother had died. It seems obvious that one cannot just gather one's brothers to tell them that their mother, the goddess Freyja, had decided she rather turn herself into a tree than stay with her sons.

Anders was the first one to know the truth, as he was the next one on turning 21 and finding out he was the vessel of the poetry Norse god Bragi. The notion that he had been abandoned by his mother instead of orphaned struck him harder than it did the other two, yet he showed no emotions about it.

He bottled up his emotions, his feelings, his thoughts… Nobody cared. His brothers' behavior toward him had always been lacking one way or another but after the whole Val and Gaia issue, and then figuring out that by "the gods going to Asgard" the prophecy meant the part of them that wasn't human… Let's just say it wasn't ideal. Or pretty. Or nice.

Building up their human lives again when mortals had no memory of them was hard on everyone, sure, but none of them had relied on their powers to do their jobs as much as Anders had. Without Bragi's loquacity, Anders' world was doomed.

Or so he had thought.

Dawn, although without remembering much, was still an important piece of his PR business. She became so important to him that he had no choice but to make her his partner. That, of course, meant that he couldn't pile up his work on her desk anymore.

All in all, Anders had a regular life. Even without Bragi's powers, he was still cute enough to get as many girls as he wanted, the business was recovering thanks to Dawn, and his brothers seemed to be living their happiest lives. If only all that hadn't left him feeling left behind…

Everything was nice and good and fine. Sure, fine. He bottled up his feelings. Who cared? He hid his thoughts under the carpet. So what? Everything was marvelous. Splendid. Fantabulous!!

Then his birthday rolled by and for the first time, he had no strength to call his brothers annoyingly demanding for them to congratulate him. Anders sat on his sofa with a family-size bag of Doritos and watched the Lord of the Rings trilogy in their extended versions. His phone did not buzz a single time. Not even spam calls!!

Anders Johnson had never been easily bamboozled. He had always been able to catch people's ticks and pauses to know when he was being played. His deplorable situation explains why Anders didn't catch something amiss when Axl called him claiming an emergency with Zeb at their place. Axl had sounded so distressed that Anders had left the apartment without being a dick to his younger brother for not having congratulated him on his birthday.

Again, please take into account that Anders Johnson had never, ever, been easily bamboozled.

That night was different.

Closing his car door with a loud noise, Anders jumped the stars in twos to reach the main door sooner. He knocked at the wood with a steady rhythm. After receiving no answer, he tried the doorknob and pushed it open.

With strides as long as his legs allowed him he found himself quickly enough in the living room with a bunch of confetti being ejaculated into his face.

He blinked.

"What the fuck is going on?" He asked completely, utterly, and profoundly bamboozled.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!" The room roared at him with laughter.

He blinked, again.

Ty was the first one to close the distance embracing him crushingly. Anders felt his eyes stung and he'd be dammed if he let himself go at a time like this in front of everyone. Before he was able to reorient himself, Axl was hugging him. Axl, the egg!! Mocking Anders' height, Axl in his giantness put his cheek on top of Anders' head. Mike's turn was somewhat awkward. Their history had not been even from the start, but their fraternal love was there as it has always been. Mike grabbed him by the shoulder, squeezed it as if trying to convince himself, and then he pulled Anders into a bear hug.

Having waited patiently while the brothers shared the birthday boy, Olaff, their granddad, forced the four men into a collective hug with him.

"Sorry about the call," Axl had the nerve to look apologetic. "We wanted to be a proper surprise this time."

"We totally bamboozled you this time, did we not?" Ty gave him a bear with a smug smile.

Anders, who had always been unable to keep his mouth shut, found himself at a loss for words. His bottled emotions, feelings, and thoughts were overflowing with affection. 

The end.

[lostaroace]

Rules- tag nine people you want to know better

Glad to be tagged by @blairsanne (Can’t wait to read your fic for @deanobingo)

Last Song: Lost by Linkin Park.

Last Show: The Almighty Johnsons.

Currently Watching: Leverage: Redemption.

Currently Reading: The Unlikely Escape of Uriah Heep by H.G. Parry (and Sterek fix-it fanfics because what they did to Teen Wolf with the movie is worst than a sin).

Current Obsession: Writing fanfics in English. I think I’m getting more comfortable with the language as I use it. 

No pressure tags: @theladybarnes @thatonecurlygirl @queenincrismon @witchylittlehobbit​ @medusas-hairband​ @guardianofrivendell​ @feeweeeee​ @neilthefoxjosten​ @tonyofthetrees 

TAG YOU’RE IT

Rules- tag nine people you want to know better

Thank you @girl-in-the-chairs-void for the tag!!

Last Song: God Made Girls by RaeLynn. Yes, I like country. Deal with it.

Last Show: I'm gonna assume this means the last show I finished but uh, I can't actually remember? Although I watched what Netflix has of Demon Slayer last weekend and the beginning if this week (still need to watch season 2, which isn't on there).

Currently Watching: Too many shows honestly. Though a few include Poldark, Law and Order: SVU, Peaky Blinders, and a few more anime. I'm also in the middle of a couple rewatches. In my defense some of these are heavy so I can't watch too many episodes in a row. Also I get bored of one genre sometimes and pick another.

Currently Reading: Technically nothing aside from fanfics, but I am trying to start what I think is the fourth book in the Miss Peregrine's Children series? I'd I remember correctly? Be the third. It's been a while. Uni is stressful. I did just finish an audiobook of The Chamber of Secrets too (first time reading/listening to the books, having only seen the movies, enjoying them so far).

Current Obsession: I suppose I'm pretty hyped about Demon Slayer rn, but I'm also randomly back on my Harry Potter bs (because I'm listening to the books and almost done with a rewatch of the movies) so there you go. Non-fandom-wise, I'm doing a lot of loom knitting😁

No pressure tags: @sweetestgbye @doverstar @asgardianhobbit98 @sotwk @sockie-the-dumbass @fizzyxcustard @drawlfoy @luna-xial @writeforfandoms (and honestly we're gonna bend the rules a little and say anytime who wants to can join in. I'd love to get to know anyone who wants to be friends!)

[jplupine]

Don't look at me- I swear I'm making these while also writing!

For the fic Embers and made using Canva

[ladyburuma]

Mitchers/Britchell WIP snippet

Anders stood outside the tattoo parlor, staring nervously at the sign over the door.

Mitchell Tattoo and Piercings, it read.

He took a deep breath for courage, and pushed the door to the parlor open. Once inside, Anders had a look around. The sitting area was made up of ugly yet comfortable looking couches and chairs with colorful cushions. Directly across from that was the actual tattoo parlor, with three different work stations on one wall and desks by the windows across the way. The wall in the back held an alcove where a chair sat surrounded by shelves holding items for piercings.

At the front desk was a pretty woman who appeared to be in her late forties, with long light brown hair and light green eyes. She looked up from whatever she was doing and smiled at Anders.

“Hello,” she said, her Irish brogue was thick and melodic.

“Um, hi,” Anders replied, walking up to the woman. “I have a terrible tattoo that I need covered.”

“Oh, you’ve come to the right place, my dear!”

At that moment a door adjacent to the waiting area opened and out walked three men, all nearly identical to each other. One was obviously older than his two counterparts; a father and his sons, perhaps. All three men were tall, at least six feet, and had dark curly hair. The father’s also had streaks of grey and the stubble on his handsome face was thicker.

“Hello, darlings! We have a client here for a coverup! Who wants this one?”

One of the sons walked towards Anders and the woman. He wore jeans with tears at the knees, black Vans, and a fitted black tee. He had an errant curl that fell in front of his very handsome face and Anders just knew that he was staring. The blond averted his eyes to the sleeve on the man’s right arm: a Lord of the Rings piece, Anders noted.

“I’ll get this one, ma,” the man said to the woman. He then walked up to Anders and stuck out his hand. “I’m Johnny.”

Anders shook his hand. “Anders,” he replied, doing his best not to be hypnotized by Johnny’s hazel eyes. Johnny smiled at him (a fucking gorgeous smile) and gestured for him to follow to one of the work areas behind them.

John lead Anders to the first work station and waved at a chair, indicating for the blond to take a seat.

[saucywenchwritingblog]

Chapter 2 is up!