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Spellbound

Summary: You are a dancer, hired to entertain the richest men in Rome at a feast in the Palace. Something makes emperor Geta feel a pull towards you. Is he lost on lust or lost on you?

Warnings: None. It is all nice. A mention of intercourse, but nothing truly explicit.

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The palace was glowing under the light of the torches. The voices of an animated crowd traveled through the air. The richest men on Rome were congregated at the palace, enjoying a feast. You could hear the chatter and the clicking of the cups, even through the big doors that separated you and the rest of the dancers from the feast.

Music filled the few moments of silence that the conversations left. The wine was running through the veins of everyone in attendance, and the need for more amusing diversions became evident.

A loud clap from the thrones broke into the night, silencing all sound around. Caracalla stood up and gave the servants a sign. In a few moments, a line of young women came running and stand in front of the emperors and the crowd.

“To your amusement, Dancers!” The emperor shouted at the crowd, as he smiled like a child and went back to sit down on his throne. Geta rolled his eyes, paying no attention to either the feast, the dancers or the concubines trying to win his liking, at least for the night.

The musicians started to play a soft tune, as you took your place, beginning the dance. As the music reached the ears of the people in the room, your movements began, fluid yet calculated. As you moved through the space, along with the other dancers, the crowd moved closer, to take a better look at the art developing in front of the emperors.

In a twirl, you came to be right in front of Geta, and for a second, he decided to pay attention to the dance. As your gaze locked into his, you saw a shift on his posture. Suddenly, he became fully interested in the dance. As the choreography started to slow down, coming to an end, you felt Geta’s eyes on you. As you take your final position, you see him out of the corner of your eye, you see how he seems to be studying you.

Caracalla breaks into applause, followed by the attending. You stand up and give a bow, before locking eyes with Geta one last time, as you walk out of the room. Geta stands up, following you, and ignoring the sounds of disappointment from his concubines.

As he reaches the hallway you are in, he walks confidently towards you. The dancers notice and bow to him, you do the same, but before you can complete your reverence, he grabs your ching and brings you up, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Come.” He says, in a whisper meant only for your ears. Unable to even voice an answer, he grabs you by the hand and guides you to the courtyard. Once you reach the center of it, he lets go of your hand.

“Dance.” He asks. Contrary to what you would have assumed, the tone comes almost tender. You look at him, and fearing a bad reaction from him, you begin to move. You start with a choreography, but something about the way he looks at you, like watching the brightest of the diamonds, makes you grow bolder, careless, confident. You start to move to your own beat, your own movements, losing yourself in the freedom your movements bring you. As you end your dance, Geta comes closer to you, and cradles your face in his hands.

“Wonderful.” He whispers. He smells your perfume, inhaling deeply, exhaling against your skin, giving you goosebumps. Your heart races. You have heard that the emperors bed anyone they like, but this feels like he is playing with a prey before haunting.

He runs his hand through your hair, then your shoulders, your arm and finally he reaches your hand, bringing it to his lips. He kisses it, the places his cheeks to it, almost reverent. You close your eyes, at this point you are not sure if it is out of fear or because of his proximity.

“Do not close your eyes. They are the shiniest stars I have seen.” He says, searching for your gaze as you open your eyes. “You have something, I cannot name it, but I wish to keep it. You will stay in the palace from now on. Go rest.” He says, before inhaling your perfume once more, and then leaving to attend the last moments of the feast.

You stay for a moment there, collecting yourself from your interaction. A servant comes to find you and guides you towards your new room at the palace. You expected a small room, with just the necessary, but it is a luxury. A maid comes to help you get ready for resting. You feel the need to talk, to ask.

“Do you have any idea of why the emperor is granting me such favors?” You ask quietly, fearing you might overstep. The maid looks at you, and smiles, but you can feel the sarcasm in her actions. “Don’t tell me you are that naïve, child.” She says, leaving you alone to your thoughts and the darkness of your room.

The first rays of sun do not take long before they come, illuminating your room. The maid comes back, to help you get ready for breakfast. She comes carrying a nice gown, nicer than any gown you own.

“The emperor requested you to join him for breakfast.” She speaks. You rise from bed and reach the gown, feeling the rich cloth, amazed by it. “I was expecting him last night.” You confess, turning to face her.

“I wouldn’t stop waiting.” She answers.

You get into the gown, and take a sit, as the maid combs your hair. You feel nervous about meeting the emperor once again. He speaks close to none, leaving you full of questions. You try to make more conversation with the maid, but she keeps quiet, only responding when you thank her.

Once your hair is braided and decorated, you make your way towards the dining hall, where breakfast is being served. Caracalla is already at the table and raises an eyebrow when he sees you. You just bow nervously, and stay at the entrance in silence, unsure of what to do with yourself. Geta enters a few moments later, you make reverence, and he takes your hand and kisses it.

“Good morning, dear. Come join me, I wish to talk more with you.” He speaks. Talking is the thing you needed the most, you were full of questions about all of this and Geta gave you no answers.

He guides you to the table and makes sure you are comfortable before taking a seat next to you.

“Good morning, brother. Won’t you introduce me to your special friend here?” Caracalla teases, unsure of why his brother is letting a dancer join them for breakfast. Geta only looks at him with warning, before turning once again towards you, ignoring his brother’s attitude.

“I hope you had a nice sleep. And that your maid treated you well.” He says to you, caressing your hand. “Serve this girl whatever she wishes.” He commands, not bothering to look at the servants but keeping his eyes locked on yours.

“Thanks, my lord. I slept well. Perfectly.” A servant brings you a plate of fruit and some milk. “Thank you.” You turn to the servant with a smile. Geta looks at you smiling, taken by how you respect the servants. He keeps playing with your fingers, marveling at their softness.

“You are not wearing jewelry.” He points out.

“I do not own jewelry, my lord.” You answer. He raises an eyebrow and then kisses your hand. There is something about how humble you carry yourself, and yet how confident you are, that drawns him to you. You can live without having the world, and that makes him want to give it to you.

“Of course she does not. She is a dancer, brother.” Caracalla spits out.

“Let’s eat.” Geta commands and starts to eat. You mimic his actions.

The rest of the breakfast is gone in silence, but Geta looks at you often. He studies the way you eat and how you thank the servant once more when he takes your empty plate and your cup.

“I have some duties to attend today. General Acacius will be back today. He has conquered Numidia. You are most welcome to do as you please here, dear. The gardens are beautiful.” Geta says, before giving you hand one last kiss and being excuse from the table.

You watch him leave, still full of questions you could not bring yourself to ask. You let out a sight and make your way back to your chamber. You spend the day walking around the palace, marveling at the fancy architecture and the years of roman history those walls had seen.

Before dinner, you take a bath, and your maid comes to hurry you out of it.

“Emperor Geta wishes to see you now. Hurry child.”

You get dressed as fast as possible and rush towards your chamber, where Geta is waiting for you. He rises as you enter the room and greets you with a smile and a kiss on the hand.

“I have a gift for you, dear.” He points towards a table full of jewelry. Golden bracelets, rings, and necklaces. You watch them surprised, then you look at him, unsure of how to act. He stands behind you, close enough for you to feel the heat of his body against your skin. He takes a necklace and places it around your neck. “I hope you will wear this from now on. You deserve the finest crafts.”

“My lord, I don’t know how to thank you for this.” You speak. He places his hands on your shoulders and whispers in your ear “Your company is enough for my happiness.”

“Now, let us go to dinner. Celebrations for the conquest of land are in order.”

The night goes on in a small feast to celebrate the conquest of Numidia. It was not as big as the feast you danced in, but it was more significant, and the political side of Rome gathered at the palace.

Geta kept you by his side all night, the habit of caressing your hand not fading even in front of the Senators. People talked, danced, and laughed until sunrise.

The very next day, games were being held in honor of General Acacius. You had expected to spend another day like before, wandering around the palace. But you were woken up by the voice of Geta, who entered your room with a full smile.

“Get ready, dear. Today, you will be my company to the Colosseum.” He spoke. He watches as you blink your eyes, adjusting to the sunlight, your hair a bit tangled from your sleep and the bed sheets covering your nightgown. He looked at you as if you were a piece of art. “You look magnificent.” He said, just above a whisper. “Now rush. The games await us.” He said, before leaving the room.

You took a moment to process his command. You were starting to get use to him leaving you speechless and full of questions. You shake your head, and smile, rising from bed to get ready for the games.

You had never been to the Colosseum, so when the litter of the emperor stopped at the entrance and he helped you get down, you could help but let a gasp escape your lips.

“It is impressive, isn’t it?" He asks, watching closely every reaction you have.

“Quite, my lord. More than I could have imagined.” You spoke.

You make your way to the imperial box and salute the people around you. You watch with wonder everything that was developing in front of you, and it made Geta feel like he was watching everything for the first time too.

You took your place and the music began, making you jump a little and then a soft laugh escaped your lips. He smiled at your reaction, and, after the presentations of the emperors, the games began.

In one of the fights a beast, fat and with horns, entered the arena. You shifted to the edge of your seat and Geta leaned in to talk to you.

“Never seen a rhinoceros before?”

“No, my lord. Never. They are magnificent.” You replied, your eyes glued to the beasts fighting in the arena.

“They are many beasts used in the games. Apes, lions, bears… have you ever seen them?” He asks with curiosity, already guessing your answer.

“Never, my lord.” You turn to face him.

“Would you like to?”

“I would, my lord.”

He smiled at your answers and called a servant. Right after the games, he took your hand and guided you to the undergrounds of the Colosseum.

“Ready, dear?” At your nod, he gestures the employees to open the doors and guides you into a hallway.

The hallway is full of big cages, which hold the animals that are used for the games. You watched the bears, and one of them noticed the foreign presences, so it runs towards the cage bars. You jump and cover your face. Geta laughs a bit, and wraps his arms around you, walking right behind.

“No need to fear, dear. They will not hurt you. I will not let them.” You keep walking and see the animals. You start to caress Geta’s forearms, that he holds them close to your chest. He explains all the animals and how aggressive or not they can be.

“Would you like to feed the Zebras?” He asks, hoping to stretch this moment with you just a bit longer as you reach the end of the hallway. You turn your head to face him and nod with a childlike smile. He makes a gesture to the servants and hands you a bowl of dried leaves.

You get close to the Zebras, and you bring the bowl closer to them. Geta grab some leaves and give them to a Zebra. You laugh as the animals eat and Geta watch the scene with tenderness. He has never enjoyed company as much as he enjoys yours.

Once the animals are done with the food, you hand the servant the bowl and thank him. Geta keeps his arms around you as he guides you out of the hallway and into the litter. Once you are in the litter, you feel the confidence to finally ask him all your questions.

“My lord, I must ask. Why do you grant me such favors?” You ask timidly, fearing his reaction.

“Since I saw you dance, I felt something pulling me towards you. Stronger than anything I knew before.” He answers, caressing your hand once more.

“My lord, I am not more than a mere dancer.”

“Perhaps that is exactly what pulls me towards you.” He confesses “Even when I grant you favors, when I have gifted you jewelry and showed you games and beasts, you still find it in yourself to thank everyone around you. You seem to grow kinder every day.” He explains, and you feel the blood painting your cheeks pink under your skin.

“My questions might come strong, my lord, but holding all the power you have, why haven’t you bed me?”

“Because, the women that have graced my bed set my skin on fire, but you, you have found the bonfire in my heart.” He says, kissing your hand with a little more favor this time. You feel yourself getting weak under his words. “Come, let’s take a walk in the garden.” He says, helping you out of the litter once it stops at the palace.

You walk quietly in the gardens, enjoying each other’s company. He stops in the middle of it and rests his forehead against yours.

“I haven’t taken you to bed, because I wish to wait for you to take that decision.” He says, taking of a ring and slicing it in your finger. “Even if it means I have to wait forever.”

You felt your hearth racing, as if it were trying to leave your chest. You felt like speaking, but no words came out. So, you did the only thing your body allowed. You kissed him with fervor, like he was the air you needed.

He rested his hands on your waist, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. Rain started to pour down and he broke the kiss to lead you to take cover as you both laughed.

He kisses you once again, pressing you against the wall. He broke the kiss and cupped your face in his hands, smiling at you. You stayed there in a silence that said it all, knowing that your hearts beat with the same strength at the same rhythm.

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Four times Johnny says “I love you” + one that actually changes everything || JOHNNY STORM X READER

______________________________________________________________ PAIRING: Johnny Storm x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Four times Johnny tells you that he loves you amicably... And one time that the same words change everything between you two.

WARNINGS: fluff, protectiveness, domestic fluff, best friends to lovers, four times + one, two stupid in love. FFFF!spoilers.

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is my first ever fem!reader x character, I am quite anxious about it (but happy too!). English is not my first language, I'm sorry if you find any mistakes. Comments are really appreciated. Happy reading! 🩵 YOU CAN READ IT ON AO3.

ANY TYPE OF COPYNG, REPOSTING, TRANSLATING OR GENERAL UNRIGHTFUL USE IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN.

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The first time Johnny tells you that he loves you, you are both six years old, huddled together under the night sky. You’ve just shown him the wonders of space through one of your father’s telescopes — the one he always lets you use, even though you’re young, because he knows how much you care about the universe. As a proud Professor of Astronomy, he is extremely happy to share his passion with you… And now, with Johnny too.

As your gaze lingers over Johnny’s face, you can see his eyes light up as he stares at the moon and the scattered glows of the stars. When your dad steps inside to fetch you both some hot cocoa, Johnny turns to you with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen.

“THE MOON IS AMAZING! SPACE IS AMAZING! I LOVE YOU!… And your telescope, of course!” he shouts, throwing his arms around you. You beam, hugging him back. “Yay! Love you too!!!”

Just a few years later, Johnny’s world crashes. One day he is the happiest boy you know, and the next, he is wearing a mask he doesn’t even realize he has put on. Deep down, you know something inside him has broken forever. Your parents have already explained to you what has happened to his mother, but you can see clearly that something is lost forever inside his heart. You know him too well to pretend otherwise. But Johnny is Johnny, and you are his best friend. He never has to pretend with you. That’s why, when the funeral ends and people begin drifting away, you hug Sue, even though you’ve always thought of her as a big sister whose shoulder you could cry on, and then you go straight back to Johnny. He stands staring at his shoes, unable to face the blur of voices and footsteps around him. You take his hand, just as you have through the entire service. Your parents glance at you with concern, wondering if you’re overstepping by staying so close to him, Sue, and their dad. But when Sue notices the way Johnny clings on you, she gives them a small, reassuring smile that keeps them from saying anything. You don’t speak. You are still young, but you already know that sometimes words are too much. After a silence that feels like hours, you hear Johnny whispers, “I love you. Thank you for staying with me”. If you didn’t know him so perfectly, you might have missed it. But you do know him, and you know that his faint murmur is, in his mind, a scream. So, you whisper back, “I love you. I will always be with you,” just as softly, not wanting to break the fragile bubble between you, and not letting your voice add to the chaos of his mind.

The third time Johnny tells you a heartfelt “I love you,” you are both in middle school. Some idiotic boy has just made you cry in class by bullying you, and a few moments later, Johnny is on the floor, fists flying, until the boy ends up with a broken nose in the blink of an eye. This action earns Johnny one week of suspension, but he doesn’t care. “The only thing that really matters is that now that stupid boy is scared and silenced forever,” he tells you every time you try to apologize, both for not being strong enough to face your bullies and for the trouble he’s in because of you. “I love you, you know. No one will ever hurt you,” he adds. You start crying again the moment you hear those words, and Johnny immediately panics, afraid he’s said something wrong. “You idiot, I love you too!” you blurt instead, throwing your arms around him. For a moment, he's so shocked by your reaction that he freezes. But then, he just smiles and hugs you back, tucking his face in the nape of your neck. You don’t notice that Sue is watching from the doorway. She’s already scolded her brother for the fight, but she also understands exactly why he did it. She’s told him that nothing can be solved with violence, but she knows just as well that Johnny will protect you at any cost, in any occasion. You are his person, and he is yours. You both just don’t know it yet.

“I love you, and I don’t want to hurt you,” Johnny blurts the instant he sees you in the Baxter Building, breathless from running as soon as you heard what happened to him and the others in space. You’re not afraid of him, you know neither Johnny nor the others would ever harm you, but you are afraid for him. For his health, both physical and mental. “You won’t. I know you won’t. Please… Let me stay with you for a bit.” you say. He shakes his head, stepping back. “No.” When you try to take a step towards him, he immediately takes two back. You argue for what feels like forever, until frustration boils over and you groan, launching yourself at him. He instinctively catches you, his arms wrapping around you so you don’t fall. You cling to him so tightly your arms ache, but you don’t care. “I love you. I am not scared of you, and you will NOT hurt me. Have a little faith in yourself… And in me,” you whisper into his ear, your hand running through his hair.

He inhales sharply, then you feel his grip tightens. “I was scared I’d never come back to you,” he murmurs, voice breaking with a sob. You crumble too, tears spilling as you hold on even tighter. “I know,” you breathe, as you feel your heart breaking over and over. “I know. I was afraid too. Afraid you’d never come back.” From that moment on, you become part of the Fantastic Four. You’re not just Johnny’s anchor, but Sue’s, Reed’s and Ben’s too: their link to the world. You’re the only person they truly call family, the only one who doesn’t see them as a “strange and useful phenomenon”, but simply as the people you’ve always loved.

Just before the Herald declares Galactus’s arrival, you are having dinner with Sue, Reed, Ben and Johnny at the Baxter Building. It’s a perfect night, full of laughter and plans for Sue and Reed’s soon-to-arrive boy. More than once, you and Johnny find your hands unconsciously intertwining under the table, seeking each other’s presence to fully savor the moment. You don’t notice it when he looks at you as if you hold the entire universe, and he doesn’t notice when you do the same. But the others? They surely do. “Now we wait for the next big step!” Ben teases Johnny with a playful wink, while the latter nudges you lightly with small, playful shoves, glancing at you out of the corner of his eyes to make you laugh. Sue shrugs, hiding a smile, while Reed starts reasoning aloud about how friendship often leads to love, remembering how Sue and his story began many years prior. Sensing the situation teetering on catastrophe, Johnny releases his jokes and points at them.

“Ah-ah, very funny. I didn’t know your friendship with the old bakery lady turned into love, Ben. So that’s why you always bring those cookies,” he jokes, trying to deflect attention from you two. You almost quip back, but the alarms on the Fantastic Four’s bracelets interrupt everything. “Johnny?” asks Reed, already moving toward the balcony. “Yup, already on it,” he responds him, flying away. After that, chaos erupts.

Everything happens so quickly that you barely have time to warn your parents that you’ll be staying at Baxter Building that night (and possibly the next too). They’re frightened, of course, but they know that the safest place for you is exactly where you are. They’ve long understood that if danger arises, you and Johnny will never stray from each other until the last possible second.

When Sue, Reed, Ben and Johnny return from meeting the Herald, faces tense but determined, they gesture for you to join them in the lab. You’ve always been part of the family; there’s no reason to leave you in the dark. You feel a hand take yours, and already know whose it is. Looking up, you see Johnny’s face, focused yet worried.

“Come on, there’s work to do,” Sue says, giving you a quick kiss on the head. For her, you’ll always be the little girl who played with her brother so many years before. She loves you deeply and always makes sure you know it. At the same time, Johnny knows well that empty phrases like “everything will be fine” mean nothing to you in a moment like this, where there is no certainty. For this reason, he remains unusually quiet.

In the lab, Reed scours data while Sue and Ben speculate any possible situation. You and Johnny quietly observe every frame on the screens.

“It’s almost like planets are being swallowed from within. How is this even possible?” you ask, already sensing the terrifying answer. Reed nods gravely.

“We’ll find out, but to do so… We have to confront this entity. We have to face Galactus before he arrives here.”

Before you can respond, Johnny interrupts Reed by mentioning the moment he shared with the Herald. When the others shrug, not truly considering what he’s saying, he groans. “Yeah, do not listen to me. Johnny loves space. Johnny loves women. And now there’s this naked alien woman, and Johnny thinks they had a moment,” he summarises. “But believe me,” he continues, holding your hand tight, “I did not share ANY moment with ANYONE. That woman told me something and I think it is something important that we’re missing.”

While you listen, panic rises inside you. Even though people always assume you’re used to the four’s dangerous missions, worry eats you alive every day. You try to control your feelings, but everyone notices anyway – especially Johnny.

When the meeting ends, the others retreat to their rooms, trying to sleep a little. Johnny takes you to his. While you have your own room, because of the many times you’ve stayed over and because you’re truly considered part of the family, you often sleep with him. Sometimes it’s because you fall asleep while listening to music together; other times he falls asleep first, and you drift off while watching him with a smile. In the morning, you always wake tangled together, unconsciously seeking each other. Each tender kiss on the forehead, each tighter hug, reminds you and Johnny of the fear of losing the other… And the undeniable, unspoken truth growing between you.

Johnny closes the door behind him, but you remain frozen in the center of his room, still thinking about the meeting. He hands you one of his T-shirts for the night, a small, loving ritual. He knows you have more clothes than you should in your room, but he loves seeing you in something his. You change quickly in the bathroom and return to find him already in his pajamas, sitting on the edge of the bed. You move closer, and he doesn't waste a second in wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you as tightly as possible. You know it’s because he’s afraid you might disappear at any moment. Your hands reach his neck and hair, stroking gently. He inhales sharply and lifts his chin to meet your gaze. Seconds later, he gets up, leaning in and hugging you even more. Your arms settle against his chest, fingertips brushing his T-shirt. Your foreheads press together, and you feel each other’s breath.

Johnny looks at your lips, and you see the wheels of his brain turning as if trying to decide what to do.

“Hey…” he whispers, his lips now a few millimeters away from yours.

“Mh?” you reply, lips barely brushing.

“I love you, for real. Always did,” he admits as he finally kisses you.

The feeling of your lips colliding is like a universe finding its way after a singularity lasted millions of years. It is soft at first, as if you’re both afraid to break something sacred.

After a pause to breathe, your eyes meet again. His hands cup your face and he leans in again. This time, the kisses are urgent, and you hear him groaning with the need to feel you as close as possible. “I love you,” he murmurs again against your lips, and you feel your smile growing.

“I love you too. Always did,” you whisper in return. For a moment, his eyes widen as if he cannot believe this is real. “Twenty years, three months…” he begins. “And ten days,” you finish. “The day we met. Yeah. Haven’t forgotten it for a second.”

He looks at you, mesmerized. “God, I love you,” he declares, kissing you again and again. “Nothing will ever make me leave. Not even a multi-millennian threat. I know you’re scared, but I’ll always come back to you. Always.”

As you both stumble on the bed, you nod, whispering a teasing, “You better.”

That night, your bodies speak in a language of their own, a sanctuary of love and trust.

You both cherish the other like you’re holding the entire universe in your hands… And for you, it really is.

Every touch, every kiss, every sigh is cherished, sacred, and undeniably yours.

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