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In the nearly three decades Johnny Storm had been alive with saving his native world of Earth-828 from domestic and intergalactic threats, he thought he’d seen it all. From underground criminals, to industrial accidents, to sexy silver aliens heralding a planet consuming God.
What else could the universe offer?
Apparently so much more .
Following a space mission gone awry, the Fantastic Four ended up stranded on what would be known to them as Earth-616 . Earth…but not their Earth . With super soldiers, mutants, Gods, and…
Vampires???
“Y/n, no! Do not bite him!! He’s cool-- their cool!!!! ” Sam yelled with all his might over Johnny’s screams, who was currently thrashing on the floor to throw off a woman straddling his waist after she side tackled him like some damn college linebacker. He didn’t even have time to react, one moment he’s standing beside his sister and the next his back is meeting the hard ground. A gust of wind has breezed toward him with barely a flicker of a human figure somewhere within and a weight is suddenly pressed against his chest.
That’s when he screamed, not just because of the sudden attack, but because the perpetrator’s eyes were glowing red . Beneath were black veins making her look monstrous.
And when he caught a look at her teeth as she hissed, Johnny felt his stomach drop at the shiny white fangs staring back at him.
He wasn’t the only one screaming, Sue was being held back by Reed bellowing, “What the hell is she doing!? Get her off my brother!!”
“Captain Wilson--,” Reed began as Ben started moving, only for Sam to step in front and hold a hand out with pleading eyes.
“Just hold on--she’s not a threat--she’s--Goddammit-- BUCKY !!”
Bucky raced over, mental arm reaching out to grasp the back of her suit and--with some persistence thanks to her superhuman strength--launched her in the air to the opposite side of the room. She hit the wall hard, leaving a crack in the cement and landed on the floor, also causing an intrusion to form.
But that didn’t stop her, no. In her current state, it only pissed her off.
She scrambled up into a crawling position, knees pressed into the cracked tile with her hands in front of her, still hissing when she drew her gaze up to Sam’s, who immediately paled.
Bucky cursed, “she’s feral,” he readied himself, approaching Y/n with caution as Yelena and Walker drew their guns with their neutralizers. Meanwhile Sue, Reed, and Ben hurried to Johnny, sitting up as they assessed his injuries.
“Are you okay,” Sue cupped his face, eyes frantic and scanning his entire body. His face was flushed from screaming, throat dry and in desperate need of water. And he was extremely disoriented.
“I--I’m fine,” he wheezed, gulping saliva to ease the tightness of his throat. “What the fuck was that?” Together they glanced toward the remainder of the room's occupants, whose focus was solely on the woman kneeling. This time, they got a better look at her face. “Holy shit.”
Sam wiped his forehead, “Y/n.” He received a growl, followed by a hiss, her fangs on full display, eyes glowing red. “Calm down,” she hissed again, not happy with the command. Sam turned to Bucky, “Do y’all have blood here.”
“ Blood?” Johnny gulped.
“In the fridge,” Bucky replied like it was the most normal thing in the world, meanwhile the Fantastic Four were completely dumbstruck by what they were witnessing, gazes following poor, sweet Bob as he approached the fridge to remove an actual two bags filled with blood, like one sees when they donate to the Red Cross, and cross the floor to hand to Bucky’s awaiting palm.
The soldier threw the bags in her direction, the objects sliding across the floor to be immediately snatched by her hand. Johnny’s jaw dropped, eyes bulging to the sight of her ripping the top of one open, spilling blood down her hand unleashing a smell of metallic to flood the room, and bringing the plastic to her mouth, practically biting into the material.
Everything about it was raw. Unfiltering. Animalistic .
He heard her gulps, her hums. Muttering a “ woah,” at the low moan she released, the red liquid disappearing with each second.
Tossing the empty bag, she ripped into the second one. A little less frenzied, but still quite unsettling considering the entire bottom half of her face was covered in blood and it was dripping onto her hands.
“Feel better,” Bucky’s voice echoed, cutting through the silence when she finished the remainder of the blood bag, gulping with a loud sigh. The black veins vanished, her skin glowing and eyes dimming to a pitch black.
“Better,” Johnny felt a chill go up his spine when hearing her voice for the first time. The best way to describe it was raspy and hoarse. Kinda like when one first wakes up in the morning. Or has been smoking since they were ten years old.
Standing up with the help of his sister and Ben, Johnny's eyes never leave the woman, who also went to stand straight after kneeling like a wild animal for so long, the blonde noticing Yelena and Walker lower their guns and place them back in their respective holsters.
Sam released a breath of relief, “You scared us there for a moment, Bats.” He went to grab a third blood bag, just to be on the safe side. “When was the last time you fed?”
“A month ago--give or take,” She cracked her neck, accepting the bag. “Can’t really pin point exactly. When was the lunar eclipse?”
Walker looked aghast, “six months ago, Y/n.”
“Oh,” she shrugged, ignoring everyone’s horrified faces. “Guess it’s been six months then.” Sam pinched the bridge of his nose, blowing through it. This wasn’t the first time she’d gone a long time without feeding. To the point it caused her to go feral and hurt an innocent person.
“What did we talk about last time, Bats? You know you can’t wait that long--don’t roll your eyes at me,” he scowled, only to be ignored. “Why didn’t you feed before coming here if you knew you were close to being feral?”
“I thought I could make it,” was her defense. A shitty one at that, but she didn’t care. “Wasn’t until I got into the city I felt it coming on.”
“Where’s Marc?” Bucky asked, crossing his arms over his chest while she carefully bit into the plastic this time instead of ripping it open.
She took a slow drink before responding, “On some expedition--he’s been bitching about Dracula owing him money so I assume he’s gone to find the bastard.”
Johnny and Ben shared a look, “Oh my God, Dracula is real,” they said at the same time.
“And Blade?” Sam inquired, brow raising when her lips curled in a bloody smirk, one that took him time to get used to after witnessing her in this state once they started working together.
“ Hunting. ”
Again, Johnny gulped. He didn’t know who Blade was or what he did, but judging by Sam and Bucky’s reaction, the name Blade itself, plus Y/n’s maniacal giggle…it was enough to not ask questions.
“I was with him when you called,” She explained, licking her lips and catching a drip that was cascading down her chin with her finger and brought it to her mouth. Johnny swallowed, the heat he already bore 24/7 getting warmer, and he nearly cursed himself for thinking how hot the action was. Especially since everyone else appeared unfazed.
“He sent me to help. Although…,” she trailed off, scanning the area to see a few unfamiliar faces spread through her allies. “I’m not sure how I feel about the new company .” That caused Johnny to frown, offended since he was the one attacked without warning when he did absolutely nothing.
“Hey now,” Sam scolded, hands on his hips like a disappointed father. “We need all the hands we can get. And my I remind you , you attacked Johnny the second you walked in--in fact you owe him an apology before we even do anything else.”
For the first time since Bucky ripped her off him, Johnny and Y/n’s gaze connected, bringing him to a still. He didn’t know whether to be terrified of the actual living vampire before him, or be aroused. To be honest the blonde felt both. Combined with a multitude of other emotions he’d unpack later.
But her black eyes staring into his blue ones. Blood covering her mouth, chin, and hands while she drank from a blood bag clearly taken from a hospital or donation bank, white fangs on clear display. Yeah….he was hypnotized .
“Sorry, doll,” she smiled wickedly, not shying away from giving his body a full up and down look that caused his cheeks to turn pink. “Didn’t mean to scare you like that. You just happened to be the closest.”
“ Y/n,” Bucky warned, but not really doing anything to stop her.
“S’okay,” Johnny waved a hand, still flushed and recovering, yet somehow managing to flirt above all else, “I’m used to hot ladies throwing themselves on me. No harm done.”
“Here we go,” Ben mumbled from the side, Reed and Sue sharing a sigh.
“Oh, I can imagine,” Y/n smirked, and Johnny swore he saw his future flash before him. One involving the sexy vampire and they lived in a Victorian castle with bet bats, and he got her all the blood bags her (dead?) heart desired.
“I’m so sorry to interrupt," Reed interjected, motioning to the woman while she finished up her bag and discarded all of them, now drained completely, into the trashcan. “You--you’re--you are a vampire? Yes? Um,” He struggled to find the words without possibly offending her and grasping the idea vampires were fucking real. “You tried to bite our Johnny, you--you--.”
“What my husband means to say,” Sue voiced, coming down from the shock, “is we are confused by what just happened and greatly appreciate it if someone explained.”
“My apologies,” Y/n grabbed a towel from the bar, running it under warm water and began to wipe her face. “To keep it simple and sweet, I’m a dhampir.”
“A what?” Johnny said before he could stop himself, the term unfamiliar. He, like everyone else, assumed she was a vampire.
Was she not?
Come to think of it, it was daylight. The sun was exposed. Surely she’d be burning to death if she stepped outside. Or even stood against the window.
“I’m half-vampire ,” the last trace of blood left her chin, though her fangs were covered when she flashed a grin. “A daywalker you could say. Since I’m half-human, the sun doesn’t hurt me.”
“So vampires are real ,” Reed said, tone in awe and concern.
“Sure are,” Y/n started to wash her hands, the water turning red as it hit the bottom of the sink. “And one banged my mother to create me. Giving me all the strengths,” she paused, glancing up to connect her eyes with Johnny’s and sending a chill down his spine when she added, “and none of their weaknesses.”
Oh he was in trouble.
Later that night after the introductions, forming a semi-plan, and Sam giving a hundred apologies to the Fantastic Four for Y/n’s behavior, they finally were dismissed to their rooms in the WatchTower. Ben, however, pulled Johnny aside before he could enter his room, glancing around to see if anyone followed them.
“Bro, what?” The groan he let out was full of exhaustion, Johnny wanting nothing more than to tuck himself into bed after the day he’d had.”
“I know what you’re thinking about and I’m telling you right now, don’t .”
“You don’t know what I’m thinking about,” he frowned, crossing his arms over his chest and not meeting Ben’s eyes. Which ultimately gave him away.
“Kid--.”
“I’m not a kid anymore--!”
“She, quite literally if I may remind you, tried to bite you . While in a feral state because she had gone months without drinking blood ,” he tried to reason. Doing his best to get it into Johnny’s head that maybe pursuing the sexy vampire he obviously had the hots for was not a good idea. “Johnny, she was going to drink your blood.”
Johnny thought for a moment, as though he was considering the advice. Sighing he dropped his hands to his side, “You know, when I get hungry I sometimes get a little feral too.” Ben couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“She’s dangerous--.”
“I love dangerous women.”
“And if she bites you?”
“It’d be an honor.”
The man was going to have an aneurysm. “You know sometimes I think that cosmic storm destroyed your brain cells with how insane you can be.”
That had Johnny grinning, arms going out with a dramatic flair, “I call it an appreciation for the beauty the universe has to offer.” Dropping his hands back down, Johnny’s eyes filled with mischief. “Are you sure you’re warning me about the sexy dhampir because you’re a concerned best friend or is it because you’re envious she chose me to stick her fangs in and not you?”
Ben rolled his eyes, nudging Johnny that it caused the blonde to stumble, “Believe me, I’m not envious at all. And I highly doubt she’d be able to drink my blood all things considered,” a hand motions to his rock body.
Johnny scratched his head, “Yeah, I don’t think that’d really stop her from trying.”
Two years later
Ben entered the living room only to groan and turn on his heel when he was met with the sight of Y/n and Johnny making out on the couch. The dhampir dressed in her usual head to toe black contrasting with his white and blue suit as she laid on top of him and cupped his cheeks in her hands. Lightly moaning when he trailed his hands down her back to grip at her ass and hips.
“Why can’t you two be normal and take that to your room?”
Y/n removed her lips from Johnny, who chased her mouth and pouted when she turned her head to look at Ben. Fangs on display as she grinned. “Sorry, Ben, couldn’t wait once he walked through the door.”
“I can see that,” the man rolled his eyes, moving to the bar to pour himself a post-successful mission drink.
Johnny leaned up to kiss her jaw, nibbling the skin while squeezing her hips that were attached to his and whispered, “It’s a good thing he came in while he did. I was seconds from having us destroy this couch.”
Y/n cackled, taking her gaze off Ben to look at Johnny, “I think we’ve scared poor Ben enough with our insatiable post-mission needs, hot shot.”
“Yes you have,” The Thing agreed loudly, “Please, I’m begging, if what you’re doing is about to progress please take it to your room.”
“Don’t worry, Ben,” Y/n waved a hand before bringing it down to Johnny’s chest, inching it towards his throat with a wicked expression. “I’m hungry for something else right now.” Small black veins forming beneath her eyes. “A little more sweet if you catch my drift.”
Playing into her game, Johnny tilted his head to expose his neck, humming as she pulled down the collar of his suit, fingers brushing the revealing skin.
“For the love of God,” Ben groaned, glass clacking onto the bar as he placed it down after downing the substance in one gulp. The action caused Y/n to laugh, lowering her head into Johnny’s neck resulting in him to fake scream dramatically.
They did this all the time. The first few scaring the living shit out of everyone. What started as an inside joke when they started dating to reference the first time the two met, it became a running bit whenever they wanted to fuck around. Y/n would fake ‘biting’ Johnny’s neck, but really she layered sweet kisses onto his warm skin.
There’d been only two occasions where Y/n’s tasted Johnny’s blood. The first was when he got injured and left her covered in some of his blood. “I knew you tasted sweet, doll face,” she hummed, licking her finger while maintaining eye contact sending a thrill straight to his groin. If he wasn’t in so much pain and getting stitched up he’d throw her over his shoulder.
And the second was when she had been injured so bad to the point she needed blood to survive. She was fading away, Johnny was freaking out yelling, “What do I do?! Baby, stay with me--tell me what do you need me to do!?” and the only answer she could offer through stutters while fighting to keep her eyes open were, “ Blood . I need blood.”
Johnny didn’t hesitate. He ripped back the sleeve of his forearm and practically forced it in her face. Pressing onto her mouth until she opened and drilled her fangs into the flesh. The incident left Johnny with a permanent bite mark and it took time for Y/n to forgive herself despite his reassurance that he chose to do it. That he saved her , and he’d do it again in a heartbeat.
Still, to this day whenever he wore a shirt where the bite was exposed, Y/n lifted his forearm and pressed her lips to it. Kissing his skin with such tenderness it nearly made him cry each time.
After that happened Y/n didn’t ‘fake’ bite him for a while. A couple months to be exact and Johnny never brought it up for he knew she needed time.
Speaking of biting, Johnny flinched when he felt her nip at his earlobe, fangs barely pinching the cartilage but enough to cause heat to flare in his chest. A sound left him, and Ben took his cue to leave.
“I’m out of here. I’m not drunk enough to deal with you two right now. Wash that couch if you--actually just get rid of it.”
“Roger that, big guy,” Johnny saluted, tilting his head back to give Y/n more access to kiss.
When Ben disappeared, Y/n removed herself from his neck, veins gone and sitting up slightly to press her hands onto his chest. “One of these days they are gonna force us to move out.”
“Would that really be so bad?” He rubbed her hips with his thumbs.
“No, but as much as the idea of us having our own space to do what we please…,” her finger traced the 4 of his suit, “I’d miss these clowns we call our family too much. And I’d miss these little moments we do to get under their skin.”
Johnny’s smile was bright, arms moving to hold her waist, “Did you ever think this would be your life?”
“Not really,” she mused, hand trailing up to cheek to caress, “I always thought I’d be alone in some sense. Blade and Marc may have been the closest thing I had to family after my father abandoned me, but usually they went off on their own.” Her face softened, staring at Johnny like he was the sun. “It wasn’t until I met you that I believed I could have everything I wished for as a little girl.”
Johnny turned his head, pressing his lips to her fingers, kissing each one with devotion. Once all were claimed, he kissed her palm and returned his gaze to connect their eyes, lips curling in his signature charming smirk. “I was just too irresistible huh? Couldn’t resist a taste.”
Her laugh filled him with the feeling one has when they see a rainbow in the sky. Hypnotized .
Y/n leaned down to kiss his plush lips, feeling his chest rumble when he erupted with his own laughter at her reply.
“It was love at first bite .”