#johnathan storm

[namesaretomainstream]

Johnny Storm ‘The Human Torch’ (Fantastic Four: First Steps) Moodboard by @namesaretomainstream

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[rockrockitsu]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65338603

Peter Parker is a fucking pain in Johnny Storm's ass.

He's a pain in the ass, always finding a way to make Johnny feel like shit, but it's reciprocated. He's smart, and sassy, and annoying.

But he's got gentle brown eyes, ones that always seem to find him. Captivating, soft, gentle. There's a sadness in Peter that Johnny gravitates to. He wonders if he's as lonely as he is.

He wonders what Spider-Man thinks of him lusting after his favorite cameraman.

[cocomuffy]

johnny storm ✓ his name

johnathan storm ✓ the full legal. hilarious. what did he do to you?

john storm... ✗ ... why... he can't... no...

[rockrockitsu]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65338603/chapters/169568875

Third chapter is up!

[theladiescallmetorch--archive]

Not quite Dracula

Some called him masochist, but he supposed that the word did describe him quite accurately. He cared not; the public ag large left him alone because of his strange habits, his deranged smile, his broken mind. They thought dangerous, insane even and they left him at peace to find out how much he could burn of himself before he caught flame and turned to ash. It was quite entertaining, he found, and the blistering nigh unbearable pain did bring some feeling in his otherwise senseless life.

His name was Johnathan Storm, and he was a vampire. He was not quite the ultimate killing machine as some vampires were. Instead he let himself waste away to almost nothingness, until he was at his point of utmost desperation and he would desecrate a town just to replenish himself. He'd become known as the Blazing Storm. For his love of fire and his ability to absolutely destroy anything in his path.

Now he felt.himself close to death, grinning madly at the small fire he'd made. He noticed the presence in the distance, but he paid it no heed so enthralled in the flames that licked at his cold lifeless fingers.

"And what would you wish of the man who would be made of fire?" he asked softly, eyes lifting up to watch

the stranger approach. They stopped once he acknowledged them, and his grin became wider showing his pointed teeth.

Perhaps this was when his next massacar would begin?