#the almighty johnsons fanfic

[laurfilijames]

Words Unspoken

Part 3

Part 1, Part 2

Pairing: Anders Johnson x female reader

Words: 5,888

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Unprotected intercourse. Swearing. Feeeeeeelingssssss.

Summary: You return from your work trip in Dunedin, going to Anders' apartment to find him questioning your relationship, and true feelings are revealed.

A/N: I can't believe this chapter is finally finished! Apparently the last time I had touched it was June 😅 but better late than never!! It's full of feelings and I have always wanted to get this part of their story out for you to read, so without further adieu!

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Anders sat balanced on the edge of his couch staring out the large window that covered almost the entire outer wall of his living room, the view of downtown Auckland allowing him to be lost in thought.

He hadn’t been able to get his mind off of what Mike said to him the other day, the words echoing in his tortured mind with a cruel determination to be believed; Anders isn't capable of loving anyone other than himself.

“Fucking bastard,” he muttered aloud to his empty apartment, swallowing thickly as that constricted feeling in his throat began to choke him again. The view of the Sky Tower was now blurry, and he blinked a few times as he brought the glass he held to his lips with a hand that shook, his knuckles white from gripping it so tight. The scotch was warm as it slid down, but did nothing to dull the possibility that Mike could be right. He puffed out his cheeks and closed his eyes, his breath expelling forcefully, but rickety out of his lungs, and his head tipped up to the ceiling as he was hounded once again with the reminder of his shortcomings.

For most of the time you had been away, Anders had convinced himself that he might have been falling in love with you, but after seeing Mike, the whole notion seemed ludicrous. He had always been so careful never to bring feelings into any of his relationships.

Until you.

No, he reminded himself again. His hands fidgeted nervously against his glass and his leg bounced up and down, unable to keep himself still. The amount of times he switched back and forth in his mind was turning him insane.

He didn’t know what love really was, that if any of the things he felt for you were in fact the one thing that plagued so many people in a painfully beautiful and risky way. How was he to know? No one had ever declared the terrifying phrase to him before, nor had he ever uttered the words, and he assured himself for what had to be the millionth time this week that being with you was no different. What you had together was fun; perfect as it was, and the sex was the best he could recall in the very long line up of his history. Why chance losing all of that over something that he'd gone his whole life thinking didn't really exist with the exception of a few lucky people?

Still, he couldn’t deny that he found himself longing to hear the words slip from your lips; to have you tell him how you felt, to know how it would feel to have someone genuinely hold that kind of unconditional and shamelessly pure affection toward him.

So many times he thought you would say it, lost in intense moments of passion that had you on the brink, almost confessing it within your moans of rapture, and he knew it would be the sweetest sound he ever heard.

And then you left.

Heat crept up through him, his hurt fueling his anger, and he clenched his teeth together hard as his nostrils flared out in an effort to steady his breathing. His head hung low and he ran his hand up the back of it, reminding himself that whatever you felt for him he didn't deserve, and that he would always be the type of man who refused to succumb to something as frivolous as love.

He sat up straight and drained what was left in his glass, his resolve restored, vowing to never let anyone make him doubt his character again.

Anders didn’t want to lose you but—

The sound of the door opening brought him out of his thoughts, his head whipping around to watch you walk in through his kitchen, a mix of bitterness and relief filling him at the sight of you.

Standing from his perch, he set his empty glass down on the table and made his way over to you, your bright, although hesitant smile matching his own.

“Welcome home,” he said with a hint of sarcasm through a grin that didn't reach his eyes, his dimples barely hidden beneath his stubble. Anders stopped before he completely closed the distance between you, tucking his hands in his pockets as he looked at you suspiciously.

Every muscle in his body tensed as you gingerly took a step toward him, the feel of your hands on his chest causing even more confliction. He could see the pain reflected in your eyes as they danced across where your fingertips lingered, the anguish he knew you would be feeling as clear as the day was, making him want to let you in again as if nothing had happened.

"How was Dunedin?" he asked in a low tone, the roughness of his voice a result of his struggle to stay distant.

You looked up at him quizzically, like you couldn't believe that was the question he was asking out of all the other possible ones, and your head shook slightly when you answered.

"Fine. It was fine. Cold…" you said absently as your fingers moved across his chest that poured heat, like you were contrasting the iciness of his current demeanor to the temperature that radiated from him rather than the difference of weather between Dunedin and Auckland. The sensation of your skin gently touching his was like torture, and it took everything in him not to rip your hands off of him.

Anders sighed through his nose and nodded his head slowly. "Good."

He felt like each time he opened his mouth, everything he had felt through the week would come spewing out, and he was determined not to disclose those flaws to you.

"How are you?" you dared ask, and all Anders could do was laugh in disbelief and shake his head. He couldn't bring himself to look you in the eye, his gaze instead focused on your hands that remained timidly on his chest.

"Absolutely perfect."

"Anders…" you pleaded, moving your head to try to meet his eyes, obviously seeing through the bullshit of his words.

"What?" he snapped, finally looking at you, his veil quick to fall and reveal the fury he wasn't very good at concealing.

"I'm sorry."

Your apology hit him like that arrow did Axl, piercing through the wall he built back up only to have it crumble down so easily, exposing his pain piece by piece. He huffed out another small laugh, his eyes darting to the side in fear that if he continued to look at you he would simply forgive you without hesitation.

He wanted to stay mad. He was furious.

His hands moved to cover his face and he swore through them, feeling so torn and deranged. He felt your hands drop from his body, and the loss of contact suddenly stung more than anything else had. His hands automatically reached for yours again, pulling you back toward him, and his eyes flickered back and forth between yours and your lips. Before he could think about what he was doing, Anders covered your mouth with his, demanding your next apology in the form of a kiss.

He was weak, Anders thought, his hands roaming your form that was ingrained in his memory and to his touch, the feel of you against him imprinted on him for eternity and quick to distract him from his earlier decision. With each pass of your tongue over his, he became more and more lured in, wanting to abolish his pain and focus on how good you made him feel and how much he knew he needed you. It was moments like this he could swear you were a goddess, the power you held outweighing the influence his own could ever have.

You hummed against him, bringing him out of his haze, his body betraying the very thing his mind was trying to prevent from happening.

Eventually you parted, both of you needing to resurface for air, drowning in each other but so desperately not wanting to stop.

Be mad, he reminded himself, but it was no use.

He had felt like a house of cards all week; the threat of toppling down from a simple pass of air looming dangerously, leaving him vulnerable and unsteady on his own. Being in your presence again reinforced him and gave him strength, the taste of your lips lingering on his awakening all the reasons why his mind could never win against his heart.

You stood staring at Anders for a moment, sharing panting breaths, your lips already feeling raw from his kiss. Was it possible his eyes had turned even bluer since the last time you saw him?

"I missed you,” he said in a hoarse whisper, the words sounding strangled, almost as if he was scared of telling you something as meaningful as that.

“I missed you, too,” you told him, observing the sincere, but struggling look on his face. Taking more of him in this time and no longer feeling as afraid to let your gaze linger on him, you noticed how tired he looked; the lines around his eyes more prominent, the blue of his irises barely disguising the dull gray that hinted at pain; all of those little details ones you could never forget regardless if after a week or a lifetime.

His proximity was enough to make you say everything that was in your heart, the words bursting to get out, his scent and radiating warmth a lethal combination without him trying, and you scolded yourself for how easy he made it to get you to talk even without the use of his powers.

Your mind pleaded for you not to say it, but as your heart hammered in your chest you could feel the words clawing their way up your throat at record speed. Swallowing thickly, your hand moved so you could trail your fingers up his cheek and across his brow and you noticed even more now the wearied, doleful presence that dulled his eyes. It seemed that each caress brought forward stifled feelings in Anders, the sadness in him switching to anger again.

"Why did you leave like that?" he demanded, his tone making your unsaid words form into a lump in your throat.

You sighed and closed your eyes, trying to find a way to help him understand exactly how he made you feel. It was always a myriad of things with him; excited, happy, whole, loved, scared. How could you begin to explain that he made you feel so good it terrified you?

When you didn't answer right away he backed away from you, a waft of cool air instantly replacing the warmth where his body had been.

Your mouth opened and then closed, and each time you parted your lips those three condemning words threatened to tumble out involuntarily, your heart and soul needing to free itself of the restraints you tried so hard to keep bound and safe.

"Because I-"

His eyebrows flew high on his head and he shrugged, his gestures exaggerated, prompting you to give him something. Your eyes followed him as he turned and walked further away from you, and as much as you wanted to follow him, your feet were rooted where you stood. When he turned back to glare at you impatiently, you finally managed to find your voice.

"I was scared, Anders!" you admitted, cowardly. How long would you be able to keep denying this for, you wondered, watching as Anders moved to lean against the back of the couch, his arms folding across his chest protectively.

"Scared of what?"

His voice was quieter than you expected it to be, and you wondered if he would coax the truth out of you whether you permitted it or not.

You sighed and dropped your head to look at the floor, not wanting to make eye contact in case the bastard did pull his powers out on you.

"You make me feel things that I have tried to avoid this whole time."

"Like what?"

You shook your head as tears stung your eyes, your tongue suddenly too big for your mouth as it desperately tried to block what you knew you wanted to say.

"What are you afraid of?" Anders asked again, this time louder, his frustration no longer disguised.

"Everything…"

You glanced up to see him push off the back of the couch to begin pacing back and forth, one of his hands covering his face as he tried to summon patience to deal with you.

"For fuck's sake," he mumbled to himself. "I thought what we had was good, effortless," he spat, stopping to look at you with honesty in his cerulean eyes, his hand motioning in the air between you. "Special…"

The last word trailed off but held so much honesty in it that your heart split open again, knowing how much damage you caused, and bile rose in your throat at the thought of it being irreparable.

"It is, Anders!"

"Then why the fuck did you leave?!"

His voice boomed through the apartment, the force behind his words triggering your own.

"Because I love you!"

A loud ringing resounded in your ears, and you felt all the blood that was in your face drain out of it only to be pumped forcefully through you again as your heart pounded ruthlessly, its beating deafening. The sound of your laboured breaths made you focus again, drowning out the blaring nothingness, a slight sense of alleviation beginning to take over your panic.

You could physically feel the binds breaking apart in your chest, your heart freed from its confines, and now that it was said, you stood waiting for the aftermath.

Anders faltered, sighed and put his hands on his hips. His expression was full of disbelief, like he didn't hear you or as if you had said something in a language he didn't understand. He looked down at the ground and pulled his bottom lip in his teeth, shifting his weight on his feet to take a step forward, but moved back again.

You kept quiet, and when he finally looked you in the eyes you could see how much emotion your confession brought out in him. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words didn't come.

Anders rubbed a hand over his face, the room so silent you could hear his palm scratch against his stubble. His mouth parted again, and this time he chuckled, but not out of humour or anger.

"Anders-" you started, but stopped when he walked toward you and cupped your cheeks, pulling you so close your lips grazed against each other.

"Please don't take it back," he pleaded, his hands holding your face so tight it was like he was making sure you wouldn't vanish along with your words.

"Never," you vowed, and his mouth connected to yours like he needed the air that was being held in your lungs.

His lips quivered ever so slightly, the smallest tremble of uncertainty and vulnerability that coursed through him unable to hide itself as it transferred onto you. You pressed against him harder, deepening your kiss to give him the surety he searched for, that you meant what you said and would never use it to trick or hurt him. He matched you with equal intensity, his tongue driving into your mouth that still tasted of your declaration, and in turn you relished in the taste and smell of him, the spiced aftertaste of scotch welcoming and familiar.

His hands moved up to cradle the back of your head, supporting you as you felt you were about to melt away under his touch, his body pressing into yours the longer you kissed as if you would simply fuse into one.

Anders moved away from your mouth, and your breathy gasp shuddered in the air as you drew a sharp inhale, the sensation of his wet lips traveling down your jawline to your neck eliciting needy moans from you. One hand returned to rest against your cheek, preventing you from pulling away as he licked at your throat, his tongue marking you with clear streaks, his lips sucking at your flesh that throbbed to the beat of your pulse. You could be lost here forever, drunk and satisfied from this alone, his tongue sending shivers through your whole body as it slowly trailed over your sensitive skin.

You clawed at his back, your nails attempting to tear through the dress shirt that covered him, feeling more desperate than ever to feel his skin on yours. He gripped under your thighs and pulled your legs up to wrap around his waist, your silent prayer being answered by him for yet another time, making you wonder if Bragi was able to read minds as well as make people obey his word.

His lips clashed with yours, sealing them together as he carried you to his room to set you down carefully on the bed. His chest heaved as he undid his buttons in a hurry, tossing the shirt somewhere in the room, and once his upper body was bare, he leaned forward and kissed you again. Your hands carded up his chest, catching in the soft, amber coils that your fingertips had longed for since you saw him last, and it seemed your touch sparked a similar impatience in him. He abruptly stood and pulled at the hem of your shirt, flicking it up and over your head only to meet you in a desperate kiss once it was discarded. His thumbs grazed across each of your cheeks in a sweeping motion that made your head spin, but not enough to stop you from working at freeing him of his pants.

Even though you were the one to do it, your heart rate sped up and arousal flooded through you at the sound of his belt unbuckling, becoming ever closer to reuniting your bodies and displaying what you felt for each other in the best way you knew how.

Anders hissed and nipped at your lower lip when you tugged his boxers down to expose his leaking cock to the cool air of his room, and he knelt between your legs and guided you to lay on the mattress, his lips still locked with yours as you slowly stroked his length.

"Fuck, why aren't you naked yet?" he growled, his cheeks red with frustration and lust when he pulled away from you to look you over. You swallowed thickly at his impatience and released his cock from your hand to shimmy out of your pants, your panties that were soiled by your slick going with them.

Anders slid his hand beneath your back and expertly unclasped your bra, roughly pulling it from you, battling with himself between wanting to take you hard to help carry out his pain, or continue with the terrifying reality of giving in to the tenderness he secretly ached for. As soon as he pressed his mouth on yours again, his decision was made, set in stone and written in the stars, his heart plunging further and further into the trap he vowed it would never get caught in. He could feel the strangled emotion bubbling up his airway - everything he fought for so long to suffocate boiling to the surface - the things he always believed he was unworthy of in front of him for the taking.

Your hips lifted and rolled, teasing the tip of his cock with your soaked core, your hands roaming across every part of his torso like you were trying to make purchase on his heart and soul, coaxing him to no longer fear bearing this part of himself to you. He felt the words choking him, and he swallowed hard and kissed your collarbone, a sound that resembled a cry he didn't recognize from himself sounding out against your skin when he opened his mouth.

Your soft whimpers brought him the focus he needed, drawing his attention back to worshiping your body, his confidence growing as he put his intentions back to the physical kind he knew he had every control over.

His tongue swiped across the curves of your breasts, making your nipples harden into pebbles, swirling his tongue and sucking until every nerve in your body was awakened with jolts of pleasure shooting through you.

Continuing to explore the body he could never get enough of, his hand slowly trailed down your waist, and lifting his hips away from you slightly, he allowed room to slip his hand between your bodies where his fingers delved in your wet folds. Slowly, he fingered you, his need for you increasing with each stroke on you; your walls clenching around him only to have him pull out to leave you vacant and eager for more.

Streetnoise crept in through the walls and window of his bedroom, and for the first time ever it felt distracting to him. Anders sat back on his knees and pulled at the sheets that lay crumpled behind him at the foot of the bed, dragging them up and over your heads as he returned to settle between your legs. You smiled at him as the sheets billowed with air around you, making his heart ache at the sight of you, knowing you were the very reason he was meant to exist in this world; as a mortal or a god, on Earth or in Asgard.

The sheets landed softly on top of him, and a comforting feeling draped over him like the high-end thread count itself, knowing that he was hidden away from everything and everyone else with you. He kissed you slowly, relishing in the fact that no one could reach either of you to judge or criticize, sheltered from denouncement and the need to defend what you had.

His cock lingered at your entrance, nestled comfortably in your folds without pushing through completely, your bodies in agreement to take their time. Anders softly broke your kiss and gazed at you, finally feeling unashamed to let his emotions show. He could feel moisture pooling at the corners of his eyes, his eyelashes damp when he blinked, and with a sigh he brought his forehead down to rest on yours.

A long moan sang out of you when he pushed inside your heat, his mouth returning to cover yours as if capturing the sound would allow him to hear it on repeat in his mind whenever he pleased. He wanted to pull these noises from you any time he was able to, wanted to wake up beside you every day and hear the words you confessed only moments ago. Being away from you only made him realize how undeniably hard he had fallen for you, and he wasn't going to let anyone convince him otherwise again.

He knew he needed you like a heart needed a beat, but even as he thrust deeper inside you, he continued to fight with himself to actually say it.

He pulled his face away from yours again, but still the words wouldn't come.

Frustration quickly began to take over, and as he pressed forcefully into you to push you to the brink, his doubts settled in around outside the sheets that shielded you.

Did you love him? Did he imagine you saying it? Was he so desperate to hear it from someone, anyone, that his mind created an illusion just so it could mock him later?

Another cry of pleasure escaped your mouth and you clenched around his cock, drawing him back. Burying his face in the crook of your neck, he increased his pace, determined to prove what he couldn't speak.

How ironic, he thought, that the God of Poetry couldn't muster the courage to answer you with those three words, even when he knew he believed them.

"Oh my god," you called out softly, swimming in pure, wanton need, his name falling from your parted lips adding to his dizziness. Your praise echoed in his ears, and while he normally basked in it, knowing you worshiped him and his divinity, he questioned if even with the use of his talent he could be convinced that all of this was real.

You couldn't even manage to make her stay using your powers, could you?

Mike's indictment hovered over him like it was floating around just outside the covers - tormenting him - making the thought of speaking seem impossible.

Were you here because you wanted to be, or did you just fall for the shit-talking god whose only appeal was the charm dripping from his lips?

Anders let out a growl that resulted from the mix of pleasure and resentment, and as if you could sense his turmoil and blatant uncertainty, you cupped his face and kissed him with purpose, allowing him to find reprieve in being with you.

He carded his hands through your hair and looked at you with a penetrating stare, his voice dropping and words sounding far-off when he spoke.

"I need you to tell me-"

He stopped, the heightened control and slight tingling sensation in his veins vanishing as quickly as it came. He blinked and when he made eye contact with you again, it felt raw, like you were looking at the most exposed version of him.

"Tell me again," he requested, his voice honest and no longer laced with anything that would sway your response.

That dream-like mist lifted in an instant, the world coming back around you rather than falling away, your body still cradled by the mattress rather than feeling like you were floating as Anders' weight pinned you against it.

You knew right away what he needed to hear, and with or without him drawing it out of you using his gift, you would say it over and over until he knew it was true.

"I love you."

It was like you had stolen his powers, for when you said it this time you could tell he believed it. His eyes danced with a light that was so full of emotion, and you found it funny how you had thought earlier that they looked the most vibrant shade of blue you had seen them yet.

Anders crashed his lips against yours again, his kiss full of fervor and meaning, pressing into you so much that you could feel your body sink into the bed even more.

He gripped one of your legs to pull it up around his waist, grinding against you harder and deeper, his determination to say to you what he couldn't with words clear in his movements. You held each other tight, your bodies seemingly closer than they ever were before, both of you lost in the best way you knew how to express your love. Your hips rolled together in a synchronized motion, repeating the same routine you'd come to know and craved so much, your whimpering increasing as Anders pawed at your flesh.

He could feel his whole body tingling with his power; his magic lingering just below the surface of his skin, latent and pulsing through him in a way he'd rarely experienced.

Wanting to write poems on your skin with his lips, he dipped his face in the hollow of your neck, allowing you to moan softly beside his ear while he attacked you with kisses and gentle nips. Unable to catch his breath with how intense of a pace he was keeping, Anders tore his lips from you, focusing on sending you both through to your end, allowing you to return the favour by lifting your head slightly off the pillow to reach his neck.

It intoxicated you further; his hot, thick skin smelling of him adding to your frenzy and catapulting you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"Come with me," you pleaded, your voice strained and needy, squeezing his back to aid in your request.

Anders gave a curt nod, angling his hips in a way he knew would take you both to the sought after high, and dipped his head back down again to slot his mouth over yours, his deep moans of pleasure muffled as he worked with unbridled passion.

With your bodies once more tuned in to each other, you let go of the strings that were barely keeping you together, your core tightening around his cock that pulsed into your depths as blinding pleasure took over, his mouth pressing onto yours harshly as he rode out your climaxes.

Slowly rocking until the rippling heat dispersed from every limb, your kisses turned softer, focusing now on the smoothness of your tongues and recognizing just how much you had missed this.

Anders gradually stopped the entanglement of your lips, pressing a final, gentle peck on yours as he pulled back enough to allow you to see his face. You reached your hand up, using your finger to brush away a drop from his cheek you were unsure was sweat or a tear, watching as he didn't attempt to hide whatever he was feeling from you.

"I love you, Anders," you repeated, seeing the relief at being reassured in his eyes. He flashed a faint smile, enough to pull out his dimples, and as he softened and began slipping from you, he rolled off of you onto his back, pulling you into his embrace.

Anders made love to you two more times through the night, hearing you recite the poem he wrote for you out loud countless times before you were taken by sleep, his limerick bestowed into your body and given a voice to be heard only by him.

Despite his own fatigue, his addled mind betrayed him and prevented him from finding rest; the words you spoke etched into him where they burned his skin, knowing he wouldn't find sleep until he let his heart say what it needed to.

You laid tucked up against him, your head on his chest with an arm and leg draped across his body, sleeping peacefully with your mind clearly at ease. His body begged him to close his eyes, but his mind continued to spin. Happiness filled him in knowing that you did love him, but anger mixed in with it at not being able to say it back to you, leading to a level of frustration he had a hard time imagining existed; that even the god of poetry couldn't get the words to fall from his lips, words that held more power than any others he had spoken from his silver tongue.

His hand slowly trailed up and down your arm in an attempt to keep his emotions at bay, but all he really wanted to do was scream from his irritation or wake you up so he could finally tell you.

His heart hammered in his chest and he was convinced that alone would wake you, yet he still feared that even if you were to wake that very second, he wouldn't be able to get it out anyway.

Anders clenched his teeth, desperate to say it and needing you to know, the fear he felt making his cheeks flinch as he fought himself over what to do. He never wanted you to regret saying it, to be embarrassed by your admission or worried he didn't reciprocate your love, and even still his cowardice won.

Exhaling deeply in an attempt to calm his nerves, he rubbed your arm with his thumb, and shifting enough to see if you were still sleeping, he peered down at your beautiful face. You stirred slightly, but your evenly tempoed breaths continued, the only change being that you gripped your arm tighter on his waist and sighed as you nuzzled into his chest more.

“I love you,” he whispered, planting a kiss on your forehead.

His whole body coursed with adrenaline, knowing there was no hope of sleep for him now, and he smiled to himself that somehow the words didn't feel foreign on his tongue.

Anders woke with a start, realizing you were no longer beside him, your side of the bed cold. His stomach dropped and he felt panic rise in him until he heard the familiar sounds of you knocking about in the kitchen, the smell of freshly brewed coffee filling his nostrils as he drew a deep inhale.

A moment later you waltzed into the bedroom, a sweet smile adorning your face, wearing nothing but one of his dress shirts with the buttons unfastened to reveal your perfect form to him. You looked like the goddess you never had been but always were to him, holding two steaming mugs of coffee in your hands as you walked toward the bed.

"Morning," he said, his voice thick and raspy from the short but heavy sleep he had eventually succumbed to. He sat up against the headboard and shifted over a bit to make room for you to sit beside him, watching as you blew on your coffee before taking a careful sip.

"Morning, Anders," you purred, a playful glint sparkling in your eyes as you watched him over the rim of your mug before placing it down. "I figured you could use some coffee, I could tell you didn't sleep very much."

"Mm, yeah," he confirmed, absently. "Hey, come here a sec."

A very serious expression dressed his face, his eyebrows knitted closely together, and reaching for your hands that were warm from the cups, he pulled you to straddle his lap. His hands found your waist beneath his shirt, gripping you with a pressure that was gentle enough but showed his surety.

Opening his mouth to speak, he closed it again, rethinking his words, the power of Bragi seeming to fail him again. Instead, he kissed you, reaching up to cradle your face in his hands, the fervor in his kiss making you reciprocate eagerly and readjust your naked core on his lap.

Finding his courage in your touch, he broke away, his thumb landing on your lower lip to press on it gently before looking into your eyes.

Your name slipped off the curve of his lips, instantly spreading a dream-like warmth over you, your eyes locked on his as he began to speak in his soft, languid voice.

"I love you."

Feeling Bragi flit away, you blinked a couple of times, your heart racing, and your breath hitched in your throat as you did your best to comprehend what Anders said to you in your stunned state.

"I love you," he repeated, in his own voice this time, the help of Bragi missing from his words. "I love you as Bragi, and I love you as just me."

Tears stung your eyes, and as you grinned a beaming smile, a few fell on your cheeks. Cupping his scruffy cheeks in your hands, you kissed him, trying to buy yourself a moment of composure before trying to speak.

"You’re never just you. You’re everything. My god. My Bragi. My Anders."

He chuckled, the sound making your heart swell as much as the happiness on his face did, and tipping your head slightly, you said five words you never thought you would have the chance to utter.

"I love you, too, Anders."

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[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.)

[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!

[ally-holmes]

My fanfic Masterlist | Multifandom

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

"Volunteer" -- Complete

ER (1994)

John Carter x Reader

"Unseen" -- Ongoing (sporadic updates)

Good Omens

Crowley x Aziraphale

"May I?" -- Complete

IT (movies)

"Scars" -- Complete

Richie Tozier x Stanley Uris

"It started with a kiss" +18 -- Complete

Richie Tozier x Stanley Uris x Eddie Kaspbrak

"Richie's an alpha, Stanley's an omega, and Eddie's a hot mess" +18 -- Ongoing (hiatus)

Jeeves and Wooster

"What-ho!" -- Complete

"Jeeves' absence" -- Complete

"Bertie and the secret friend" +18 -- Complete

"Bertie makes a mess" -- Complete

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington x Reader

"Regular Customer" -- Complete

"Nancy's Wedding" -- Complete

The Almighty Johnsons

"Bamboozle" -- Complete

Anders Johnson x Reader

"Bragi's Weakness" -- Complete

"Beware of the dragon" -- Tumblr | AO3 -- Complete

"Use your words" +18 -- Tumblr | AO3 -- Complete

Anders Johnson x OFC

"A deal with Hades" -- Tumblr | AO3 -- Complete

The Hobbit

Bilbo Baggins x Thorin Oakenshield

"Confounded" -- Complete

"I thought you were dead" -- Complete

Fili

"The aftermath" -- Tumblr | AO3 -- Complete

"Battle scars" -- Tumblr | AO3 -- Complete

Fili x OFC

"Lion and fire" -- Tumblr | AO3 -- Complete

Wanted (2016)

Wilson Johnson x Reader

"Screw bad days" -- Tumblr | AO3 -- Complete

Young Hercules

"Time travel to Terra Mítica" -- Tumblr | AO3 -- Complete

More to come...

[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

[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.

[lakritzwolf]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ♥️

You know how hard it was choosing only five? But hell yeah, these are definitely highest up the list! Thank you!

Until the sun will cease her sway Fandom: The Hobbit Pairing: Fili/Kili Words: 69,344 Chapters: 23/23

Unintended Consequences Fandom: The almighty Johnsons Gen Words: 86,088 Chapters: 36/36

Do not go where I can’t follow Fandom: Spartacus Paring: Agron/Nasir Words: 58,191 Chapters: 19/19

Sometimes there is no choice Fandom: Shadowhunters Pairing: Lorenzo Rey/Andrew Underhill Words: 25,636 Chapters: 9/9

It’s not the End Fandom: Deus Ex Human Revolution Pairing: Adam Jensen/Frank Pritchard Words: 91,287 Chapters: 26/26

Honourable mention:

I have never had so much fun writing as I did with this one. It’s a fanfic of a fanfic from my dear friend @linane-art, in which the question arose if shells had superheroes. And thus, Captain Shelley was born. He has a secret identity, his superpower is the sonic snap, and supported by his trusted sidekick Shelldon, he fights a bunch of nazi crabs.

The incredible adventures of Captain Shelley

Oh, and the pipefish are the maritime equivalent of twitter.

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For this account is full of gorey, gnarly, sexually intensified, explicit, kinky, crazy, mature, can be very fucked up at times, smutty SHIT!

Shit that might make some of your guts feel a little...twisted.

There will RARELY be times fluff will be involved.

These smut-the-fuck-up fanfics are to be enjoyed. Not punished. DO NOT want to come on Tumblr to find the account suspended or something! WANNA FREE WRITE PLEASE! But also share with those who can appreciate a little hardcore. Tumblr seems to have liked-minds, so this felt like the place.

About the reader.

The reader will always go by [F/n],[L/n], Dr.[L/n], etc. You can insert any name you would like to. The fanfics are made to be as immersive as possible. Want you to feel like you are actually there in your mind. So, many physical attributes of the reader will be decided upon you.

However, the fanfics will always be [F/M]. Meaning, the reader will always be a biological woman with a biological male character. Does not matter how many men are in it. Love triangles, love hexagons, whatever. Reader will stay a biological woman and male characters will stay biological men.

The reader might be a pyshcopath or a murder spirit. Perhaps she is a pervert. In this account, the reader in these fanfics is not always gushy. She can be ruthless. Egotistical. Homicidal. Volatile. Sick and depraved in the head.

Not only can the reader be scary, but the characters of the fanfics can be as well. They can be written to be just as heartless and sexually sick as the reader, but they can also be submissive.

Remember, these fanfics are not to make your heart flutter. Well, only occasionally. It is mostly to get your heart pumping. Show you another side to fanfics that some of us are not afraid of reaching. A dark one.

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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.

However, please do not shy away from recommending tvshows/movies/videogames to write about. Willing and open to write about pretty much any male character.

The Hardcore Stuff

Will say right now that topics in these fanfics can be very graphic. Not being sensitive to your feelings nor any beings. If you are reading these fanfics, you have accepted these terms above and below this pinned post.

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There are kinks, fetishes, shameful acts, etc, that can and could take place in a fanfic. Some kinks and fetishes will not be as extreme as others. There is a boundary. A limit. The list of kinks and fetishes will include..

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)

So far, that is about it for the kinks and shit. There is no vomit play, pee play, scat play, or underage/minors. Keep those recommendations away!

This is not really part of the hardcore section, but drugs and alcohol will most definitely be present in these fanfics. Whether it be Marijuana or a shot from Jim Dean, it will be hinted in the fanfic one way or another.

Next, we have the gnarly crap. Blood, gore, abuse, and non-consensual are most commonly and/or heavily present in these fanfics. Adds more realism to the fanfic depending on what it is about.

The least present of the gnarly stuff is self-harming, ending ones life.

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[ao3feed-thehobbit]

I know things

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/SxLf5si

by Metztlilua

Essentially, Anders gives Mitchell a blow job but my righteous ass couldn’t write it without some stuff at the beginning (so mild porn and boring stuff at the beginning) Written for Gathering fiki’s 12 days of Christmas event and first (second?) public smut I think

Words: 1974, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of 12 days of christmas 2022 (GF)

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Almighty Johnsons, Being Human (UK)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Underage

Categories: M/M

Characters: Anders Johnson, John Mitchell (Being Human UK)

Relationships: Anders Johnson & John Mitchell (Being Human UK)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Being Human (UK) Fusion, underage Anders, Consensual Underage Sex, Underage - Freeform, Blow Jobs, Public Blow Jobs, Porn Without Plot, Porn With Plot, Why Did I Write This?, terribly written fanfic, fanfic of some sorts, school au, mitchell is a good teacher, something about candy

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/SxLf5si

[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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[blairsanne]

Fancy Lunch

Almighty Johnsons - Anders, Dawn x Ty, OC child of Dawn & Ty 2,547 words

Summary: Anders takes his niece on a fancy lunch date, because he's all about family.

CW: Family fluff, child.

A/N: Technically a sequel to Uncle Bragi. I started writing this in like June and it's been sitting almost-done in my WIPs folder forever so I thought, eh, let's get it posted. I somehow doubt this is what most Anders fans are looking for in a fic haha. As will be apparent when reading, this is a slight AU where the events of the end of season 3 mostly did not happen. Set a few years later.

“Uncle Anders!” Zinnia ran across the front lawn, launching herself at him.

“Niece Zinnia!” She laughed as Anders scooped her up by the armpits, spinning her around in a circle.

“Just Zinnia!” “Oh, Niece-Just-Zinnia.” “Nooo!” He laughed. “Okay, ‘Zinny’ then.”

He propped her up near his hip as he’d done for years, her thin arms and legs creasing his suit where she gripped at him. “Oof, you’re getting big, munchkin.”

She grinned, holding her mouth open strangely to point at a gap on her bottom row. “I lost a tooth yesterday. It was bleeding HEAPS!” “Oh, gross!” he praised, laughing.

She puffed out her belly and picked at the bow on her waist. “Look! I wore my party dress.” “I see that. You’re very beautiful.” She put her hands on his cheeks. “No, YOU’RE beautiful!” He scrunched his face and wagged his nose at her. “No, you’re beautiful.”

She tapped his sunglasses. “Can I have these?” “Just until the car.” He shut his eyes as she unceremoniously removed them from his face and put them on her own. They were too big for her face, but she was quite chuffed. He smiled at her with pure love and affection. “Now you’re extra beautiful.”

“I thought she was overdressed,” Dawn interrupted, walking up to them. “But I see you’re wearing a suit.” “We’re having fancy lunch, mama.” “That’s right.” Anders nodded in agreement. Dawn raised a brow. “What does that mean, exactly?”

“We’re going to Sky Tower to see the view and eat at the Sugar Club.” Dawn frowned. “That’s not a very kid-friendly restaurant, Anders.” “Zinny is always a perfectly well-behaved lady-” He turned to his niece, who was playing with the knot of his tie. “Isn’t that right?” She nodded proudly, sticking her chin out a bit.

“I don’t know about that,” Ty argued, crossing his arms as he joined them. “I know a certain lady who was screaming bloody murder this morning when she couldn’t have what she wanted for breakfast.” “Well that was for you,” Anders smirked. “She’s always an angel for me.”

Dawn narrowed her eyes at him, suspecting he was implying that he used his Bragi powers on their daughter, but unable to challenge him on it in front of her.

“So what are you two going to get up to while we’re gone?” Anders wiggled his brows at them suggestively. Ty grimaced. “Errands.” “Uh-huh. Have fun doing errands.” Dawn’s tone was warning. “Anders.”

“Errands sound boring, eh, Zinny?” “Mm.” “Hey! After lunch you wanna have ice cream in the park?” “Yeah!” “Oh, that might be a lot of sugar-”

“Okay, bye mum and dad!” Anders turned and started walking toward his car to cut off the argument he knew was about to start with Ty, and Zinnia waved over his shoulder at her parents. “Bye mum! Bye da’!” “Have fun!” “Be safe!”

“You do know Mike would have taken her, right?” Ty murmured as they watched Anders get Zinnia buckled into the back seat, taking his sunglasses back to drive with. “Yes, but Anders loves Zinny,” she replied, smiling as he pulled onto the street. “And she just adores him.” “She likes Mike just fine.” “And she should get to know all of her uncles.”

“I know, but… The older she gets, the worse an influence he’s going to be on her.” Dawn laughed. “Oh, absolutely.”

--

As the elevator inside Sky Tower ascended to reveal the view of Auckland below, Zinnia grabbed Anders’s hand tightly, letting out a small noise.

Anders raised his brows as he crouched next to her, letting her continue to hold his hand. “We’re up high, eh?” They were headed up 53 floors, in fact. “Mm.” “But we’re safe.” He let his voice drop into his Bragi tones. “I would never let something bad happen to you.”

She nodded slowly, so he flashed her a conspiratorial grin, pointing out at the view. “Look how far we can see from here, eh? There’s the park, and my office is that way, and if you look far enough, there’s the ocean.”

She moved closer, not letting go of him, but smiling as she looked at everything from the unique vantage point.

-- Eventually they settled at their table in the restaurant, sitting next to the tall windows that gave the same incredible view of Auckland and the sea beyond, Zinny kicking her legs excitedly under the table.

Anders talked through some options with her, then smirked as the cute waitress came by to take their order. Zinnia stared at the woman, noting the smile that appeared on her face as Anders spoke quietly to her. From Zinny’s point of view, the way everyone was friendly to her uncle was just proof that he was ‘nice’; after all, he was always nice to her.

“And for your daughter?” Zinnia leaned closer and stage-whispered before Anders could reply. “I’m his niece.”

He let out a falsely bashful humming laugh, nodding. “Yes, uh- she’ll have the cheese board. And a Shirley Temple.”

The waitress was charmed, and gave him a quick glance over before nodding. “Very good.”

When they were alone at the table again, Anders turned his attention back to Zinnia and winked. “Good remembering.”

He’d trained her from an even younger age to always correct people when they thought she was his kid; something that had earned him plenty of attention from women, making her his own pint-sized wingman.

--

When the waitress brought their food, Zinnia’s eyes lit up at the sight of the colorful drink placed in front of her. She waited until the waitress was gone to get Anders’s attention.

“Um, Uncle Anders…?” “Hm?” “Mama says I can only have water when I’m eating.”

“Hmm.” He rubbed his chin and nodded. “You should always listen to your mum… but it’s okay this time because it’s fancy lunch, alright?” “Okay!” She grinned and picked up the glass, wide-eyed, and took a sip. Anders tried to temper his grin as he watched her brows raise at the sweet taste, pleased that he’d made her happy.

Dawn had scolded him a few times over the years for ‘spoiling’ her, even accusing him of trying to bribe her into liking him, but that wasn’t what it was about for him. Sure, he wanted his niece to like him; but mostly he wanted her to be happy, and to get to experience all sorts of things. To live a good, full life; better than they’d had.

He watched as she ate her food, methodically pairing a piece of cheese with one of the small bread rounds, carefully finding one about the same size. It was no wonder, given her parents, that she could be quite particular with little things like that, and Anders found it charming in her rather than annoying.

After eating in silence for a few minutes, he tilted his head. “Would you like to try some of my lunch?”

Zinny perked up to look at his plate, then nodded. She held her mouth open expectantly, making Anders laugh as he got a forkful ready to feed her. She seemed to enjoy it, chewing as she prepared another piece of bread with cheese on top.

“That’s lamb. What do you think?” “Good. Before, Uncle Mike made lamb for us.” “Oh, that’s right.” He recalled the big family potluck she was referring to, just a few months prior. “Do you like this lamb better, or Uncle Mike’s?”

She hummed and grabbed her drink to take a sip while she considered. “I dunno!” She shrugged, shoving more cheese in her mouth. She looked up at Anders with a furrowed brow. “How come we eat lambs?”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” He mirrored her confused expression. “I don’t really know. Because they taste good?” Zinnia giggled. He grinned. “You know what doesn’t taste good? Goat.” “Goat?” The thought seemed to amuse her.

“You know, your uncle Axl and I met a goat farmer once in Whangamangamoa.” “Did you eat his goats?” “I didn’t, but I think Axl may have.” “Did you pet his goats?” Anders scrunched his nose up. “Nah, they were dirty.”

“Why did you meet a goat farmer in- that place?” “We thought he might know someone we were looking for. But he didn’t, so we went home.” “Did you find them?” “Not yet.”

She pouted. “Are they lost?” Anders hummed, unsure how to answer. “Not lost, but… Just a friend we haven’t met yet. But it’s all good, don’t worry.”

“I have lots of friends.” “Oh, that’s good!” Anders returned to his meal. “Are they nice to you?” “Mmhmm! Yesterday Leah gave me half her orange on recess. And Penny showed me how to draw a truck.” Anders hummed as though this was a very important topic. “Make sure you’re always nice back to your friends.” Zinny grinned. “I am!”

Their lunch continued on much the same until they’d finally cleared both their plates.

The waitress approached. “Can I get you anything else?”

“Just the cheque, and-” Anders leaned closer, dropping into his Bragi tones. “Maybe your phone number, so we can grab coffee sometime when it’s just the two of us.”

The waitress bit her bottom lip and nodded. “Right away.”

--

They strolled through the park holding hands, Anders having to temper his usual stride as he did his best to match Zinnia’s uneven pace. Still, he couldn’t help but smile as she enthusiastically told him all about what they’d been learning at school, making big sweeping gestures with her free arm, skipping at times, and laughing brightly when he said something ‘silly’ to her. 

It took until they arrived at the gelato stand for Anders to realize how many people were looking their way. He flashed a quick smile to an attractive woman nearby, enjoying the ego boost at her reaction, before turning his attention back to Zinny.

“Okay, bean.” He scooped her up again so she could see the flavours inside the glass-lidded freezer. “What kind should we get today?”

--

“Your chariot, milady!” 

After having finished their dessert and their walk in the park, Anders held open the door for Zinnia, helping her up into the backseat once more.

“Home, James!” She giggled, not quite understanding the reference, but knowing that it got a grin out of her uncle every time she said it - because she’d picked it up from him saying it to Ty.

“As you command.” Anders perched on the seat next to her. “Now, what are we?”

Her eyes lit up, recognizing this ritual they had. “Johnsons!” “And what are Johnsons?”

She made fists with her hands. “Strong.” She pointed at her head next. “Smart.” Then she grabbed Anders’s face again. “Beautiful!”

He let out a soft humming giggle. “That’s right. Don’t forget it.”

Anders wanted his niece to be proud of her family; something he hadn’t been able to feel until the last few years. As a kid, he could only feel shame for the Johnson name, coming from a home where their father had first been abusive - hitting their mother and even Tyrone - and then shot through, only to have their mother follow suit.

But now their family was strong. Axl had been chosen by Odin; the brothers had reunited; Ty had a stable marriage and a kid. They could rebuild what it meant to be a Johnson, and give Zinnia the solid foundation they hadn’t had themselves.

He only regretted that she wouldn’t one day get powers like they had; that they would likely have to keep it all a secret from her.

He closed the buckle on her seat belt. “Did you have fun today?” She grinned. “Yes!” “I did too. Thank you for coming out with me.” “No, thank YOU!” “No, thank you.”

Zinny giggled and Anders took a small breath, letting himself relax for just a moment. He was typically hypervigilant; always assessing for threats and chewing on ways to mitigate them. That had been behind most of his substance abuse in the past - anything to quiet the worries and the god spirit that flooded his thoughts.

But this was nice. A simple family interaction. A positive one.

“Love you heaps,” he stated softly. Zinny replied without hesitation, just as she would for her parents or other family members. “Love you too.”

He took a sharp breath, mischief sparkling in his eyes as he tilted his head. “Maybe I’ll keep you, then eh? Your mum and dad won���t mind, right?” Zinnia laughed, agreeing, but soon they were on their way again.

Anders didn’t really like the idea of having a kid in tow all the time, of course, but an afternoon here or there to feel that familial connection did him good. The way she trusted him, and looked at him with adoration - her face a perfect blend of two of his other favourite people - gave him a sense that there was something outside himself that was worth the effort. He’d protect their family so she could have an easier life than they’d had. He’d wanted that for Axl, and even Ty and Mike to an extent, but it seemed that only now he was able to actually carry through properly with that, and he was determined not to mess it up.

--

When they returned, Zinnia ran to meet Ty at the end of the driveway.

Ty scooped her up much as Anders had earlier, and Zinnia started rambling to him about the view from SkyTower, and the ice cream they’d gotten afterward.

Dawn met Anders beside his vehicle and they walked toward the others. “How was your afternoon?” she asked curiously. Anders grinned, hands in his pockets, watching Ty with Zinny. “It was grand, Dawn. I told you, Zinny’s always an angel for me.” “Mm, I wonder why that might be,” she teased. Anders tilted his head as he met Dawn’s gaze, his soft and serious tone catching her by surprise. “She’s a good kid.”

“Doesn’t take after you, then.” “Oh, definitely not!” They shared a laugh as they joined up with Ty and Zinnia.

“How was your afternoon?” Anders asked, raising his brows. “Doing errands?” “Productive,” Ty answered pointedly, shaking his head at Anders.

“Dad! Uncle Anders and Uncle Axl met a goat farmer!” “A goat farmer? You must mean our friend Derrick.” Ty looked to Anders. “And how did that come up?” Anders shrugged. “Just did.”

“Come on Zinny, let’s get you changed out of your dress, alright?” Dawn took her from Ty to bring her into the house.

Zinnia waved from over her shoulders. “Bye Uncle Anders!” “Bye munchkin!”

“What exactly did you tell her about Thor?” Ty asked seriously in a hushed tone. “Oh, nothing, Ty. Seriously. You worry too much.” “No, Anders, I worry just as much as I need to as a dad.”

Anders grinned and poked at his younger brother’s cheek. Ty batted his hand away. “Stop-” “You love being a dad.”

Ty grinned and crossed his arms, nodding. “Like you don’t love being an uncle?”

Anders let out a humming laugh, placing his hands back in his pockets. “Thanks for letting me take her out.”

“Chur.” Ty nodded and raised his brows as his older brother. “Stay for a beer?” Anders grinned and gestured for Ty to lead the way.

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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

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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?”

~

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

[ally-holmes]

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.

[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)

Tagging 13: @lathalea @guardianofrivendell @middleearthpixie @laneynoir @friendofthefellowshipsnerdblog @laurfilijames @blairsanne @missiemoosie @a-world-of-whimsy-5 @cycas @court-jobi @legoriel-fan @tamurilofrivendell (and everyone else who wants to share!)

[jplupine]

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

For the fic Embers and made using Canva

[toxicrayofsunshine]

🌹🌹🌹

"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.