xXForestsNookXx

Paris, France. 1900

The lid of the coffin closed with a soft thud. When you were alone it felt unbearable, the silence paired with the darkness, it felt like the walls were closing in on you. Luckily it had been a long time since you were forced into a coffin by yourself, Armand didn't allow you to sleep alone; he knew how awful your own mind could be to you, not to mention your fear of the dark. It was ironic that a vampire feared the dark.

He laid on top of you tonight, the side of his head was pressed against your chest, while his hands gently rubbed against your sides.

You kept him close, one of your hands was rubbing his cheek, while your other arm was wrapped around his shoulders. The two of you were entwined with one another, as if you both were terrified that one another would slip away. Your hand carefully slipped into Armand's hair; you were just absently brushing the dark curls away from his forehead. "You're thinking too much, beloved." Armand hummed quietly, his hands never stopped their careful mapping out of your sides. "I can feel your mind wandering."

"I can't help it." you told him, keeping your voice down. "Sure, I am here in our present time, but my mind is just... elsewhere."

Armand looked up at you, his gaze soft with care. He knew what you meant by "elsewhere." your mind was an open book to him; you had never once closed him out of your thoughts, and he never closed his. Armand wasn't perfect, you had stood by him and even assisted in his scheming on multiple occasions.

"Venice," he murmured, his tone dripped with melancholy. "It seems closer than either of us would like it to be." His one hand moved from your side to slide up against your chest, while your hands cupped his face, your thumbs running gently along his cheek bones.

"It is suffocating." Your voice came out more pained than you had intended. You hadn't even realized that you were holding him tighter than before, did you fear him slipping from your grasp? Or was it that someone would steal you from him? None of it seemed far-fetched, it had all happened before.

He knew, within an instant he knew. Armand adjusted the way he was laying so that he was chest to chest with you, and his lips pressed to your ear. "Have I allowed anything to happen to us within the past few centuries since we came to Paris?" He asked you, his voice was a faint whisper. Armands hands grasped your hips in a firm way, his attempt at making you feel a bit more grounded. "Have I, beloved?" He asked again.

"No, Maître." Your arms wrapped around his shoulders and your head tucked against the side of his neck.

Armand nodded, his hands drifted down your hips, grasping your thighs and carefully pulling them up around his hips. He settled his hips against your pelvis, keeping himself firmly pressed against you. "I'd kill our own coven if it meant protecting us." He muttered. "Every last one of them." He turned his head to look you in the eye; he meant every word.

"Without hesitation." you added. You knew his words well; he had told you this on multiple occasions, but you always believed him, what other being in the world could you trust? A shudder ran through you as his hand gripped the back of your neck, he was gentle as he moved your head to face him.

"Look at me, beloved." Armand murmured as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. his devotion was strong and he wished to prove it to the being he called his.

You reciprocated, allowing these advances to push further.

What were simple almost chaste kisses turned incredibly intimate, and lust driven. Hands that were once stationary found themselves exploring skin that they had mapped thousands of times before yet never grew tired of such actions. Even after centuries in one another's arms, you still found one another pleasing and attractive.

Carefully you licked your lover's bottom lip, seeking further exploration into his mouth. Armand granted permission, but not without stipulation of his own desires. the firm yet gentle roll of his hips against yours caused your breath to hitch, followed by the blooming ache of arousal.

"I love you." the words slipped from your lips as he began to kiss down your neck. Those three words were never passed between the two of you often, but when they were they were said with the upmost care and devotion.

"I love you too." Armand murmured against your neck as his hands gripped the sides of your waist, his fangs lightly grazing the sensitive skin of your neck. His hips continued with the steady grind he had started earlier; he was desperate to have you closer.

You could feel his fangs carefully sink into your neck, the sudden intrusion felt euphoric; you were quick to embrace him tighter, returning your hands to his hair, and wrapping your legs tightly around his waist. "Your all I want." you moaned quietly against his ear.

"And I'm all you ever need." His voice echoed through your mind.

Ever since arriving in Dubai, you had been suspicious about Rashid. Something just wasn't right with him, he felt oddly familiar, like you had met before. The way he looked at both you and Daniel set you off in a way, the way those dark brown eyes followed every little move you or Daniel made was almost unsettling, not to mention he seemed to have a tendency to lurk, you would just turn around and there he was.

You'd be lying if you said he wasn't attractive... big dark brown eyes, gorgeous brown skin, paired with a lean, well built, and tall frame. You were sure he was around your age, that was until yesterday, when louis and who you thought was Rashid revealed that he was in fact a five hundred- and fourteen-year-old vampire named Armand. He was roughly four hundred and eighty-nine years your senior; thus, proving how looks can be incredibly deceiving.

Currently you found yourself sat in the dining room, looking through a few artifacts that had been sent to you from a major collector in New York. Apparently, it was urgent and couldn't wait, unfortunately extra money was extra money.

It was late, Daniel and Louis had already wrapped up their session for tonight, so you had free time now. Even though you were already sleep deprived, you didn't think this would take you long.

It was around two am, and you were so close to being done. Most of what you had been sent was dated to the early bronze age, they had been found somewhere in Egypt.

The final piece within the collection was a large intact stone tablet, it was roughly twenty pounds.

You lifted the tablet with as much care as possible, before setting it down on the tarp that was placed over the table. Carved into the stone, was what looked to be cuneiform language, you weren't sure which one it was yet, but you were positive it was probably Sumerian due to the location the piece was found in.

As you looked along the marks etched into the rock, you noticed quickly that the first couple of words literally meant nothing. Your gloved fingers dragged carefully along the lines, moving from left to right. The whole tablet was covered in words that meant nothing. There was no way you could translate anything, which frustrated you to no end. You kept attempting to re-read the tablet, but it was nothing but jumbled words.

But that was when it hit you, jumbled words. Maybe it was a Cypher? Or maybe you were just exhausted? Regardless, you started writing down these jumbled up words in your notebook, and on your laptop, you pulled the Sumerian alphabet.

"Hey Rashid?" You called out.

You could hear the sound of Rashid's shoes against the floor as he entered the room. "Yes?" His he asked, his voice came out flat and plain.

"Do you guys have like... a white board of some kind?" You asked, not taking your eyes off your notebook.

"We do, yes." He answered. "Are you in need of it?"

"Yes, if you could get that for me that would be great. Thank you." You listened as Rashid left the room, your full focus was quick to return back to the tablet; that was until your phone buzzed again.

It was around seven thirty when you finished. You found yourself at all of two feet away from the white board, just staring at the words you had been able to translate after a grueling six hours of work. All of five words within the tablet were actual words, it translated to "those who must be kept."

Honestly you wanted to start screaming, because what does that even mean? You were exhausted because of this shit, and it wasn't even worth it. A whole four hundred tiny words were etched onto that rock out of order in a cypher and only five of them meant anything. Actively you could hurt someone right now with how frustrated you were.

Your phone had buzzed a few times, but whoever was texting you was the least of your worries.

"Hey, did you finish- yikes." Daniel's voice came from the entry way to your left. "God, you look like shit." He was quick to point out. "Did you sleep at all last night?" You could hear his shoes scuff slightly on the floor as he walked over to you, still, your eyes didn't leave the damn white board.

"I don't want to talk about it." You stated with a huff, finally you allowed yourself head to fall into your hands.

Daniel nodded, his gaze shifted from the white board to the table. A sigh left his lips, "god I hope that collector is paying you right."

"Three hundred grand." you muttered, leaning back against the chair.

"Christ, no wonder this was your top priority." Daniel commented, he quietly flicked through your notebook. "I really do think you're wasting your time as my assistant. You have real talents for this."

An exhausted laugh left your lips. "If I had a nickel for every time you said that to me, I wouldn't have to work at all." You looked to Daniel, still you were laid back against the backrest of the chair.

"I'm serious, when we met you were already working on your doctorate." He stated bluntly. "Kid you have potential."

"Oh, for fucks sake don't start, please my head is killing me." You huffed, "you sound like every college professor I've ever dealt with." You knew your tone was whiny, but you were far too tired to care.

"You know I'm right; it's the only reason you fight me on this." Daniel rolled his eyes and set your notebook down. "Go shower and sleep, I need your help later." He said with a sigh.

You slowly stood up, your back cracking a bit as you straightened out. "Yes dad." You couldn't help but tease Daniel.

"You wish your own father cared as much as I do." Daniel was of course quick to clap back.

"With our history? Hell no." You watched as Daniel's face turned a shade of pink, a mix of emotions flooded onto his face.

"Just go." he huffed, his hand came up and rubbed his face.

"Night." You hummed as you walked away.

NYC, USA.

Five years ago.

The bar was empty, just you and Daniel sat alone at the bar.

"So, you have a bachelor's in linguistics, an associates in history, and now you're working on your masters in archeology?" Daniel asked, his eyes never leaving you as he took a sip of his drink.

"Yup." You said with a shrug. You had been talking with him all evening, hell he had even offered you a job as his assistant, he said he could use someone to help keep his records; that and it would quote "be a good learning experience," for you.

The two of you were here for some random ass seminar that neither of you wanted to be there for, and the two of you got talking in the audience; come to find out you were both staying at the same hotel, such a small world.

"Kid I've got to give you credit where its due, your only twenty and have accomplished that much. I wish I was that accomplished at your age." He said, Daniel's interest within the conversation hadn't gone off once since he finally got you to start talking about yourself. "God, I have to ask. how long have you been in college?"

"I started college when I was sixteen." You answered. "I was the youngest of my class, and I suppose at the time I was trying to prove myself. I don't even know what I was trying to prove at that age." You laughed to try and cover up the self-depreciation you were feeling, you trying to prove yourself had truly stunted you with people your own age. Maybe that's why you were making such great friends with a Pulitzer Prize winning journalist that was old enough to be your grandfather?

"I get it," he said, setting his drink down onto the bar. "For some reason, most of us have this need to prove something at that age. Take it from me, try to relax, take things a step at a time." His hand ended up on your shoulder, giving it a gentle encouraging squeeze.

You soon found yourself beside him, standing on the balcony smoking area right outside the bar. The two of you stood rather close, backs pressed against the railings, a cigarette being passed between the two of you.

"I didn't expect you to be a smoker." Daniel huffed as a cloud of smoke expelled from his mouth.

"Eh, it was one of the few drugs I could get my hands on in my early teen years." You said with a shrug as you took the cigarette back from him. You took a drag off it, allowing the smoke to fill your lungs before releasing it. "I'd steal them off my parents." You said with a soft laugh.

"Heavy smokers?" He asked.

"Yes, very heavy." You nodded. "It was actually the whole reason I started talking to you at the seminar, you had a faint smell of Marlboro Reds." Lord why did you share that? Embarrassment was quick to rise to your cheeks. You were far too relaxed; you needed to straighten the hell up.

A soft chuckle left Daniels lips, pulling you instantly from your thoughts. "I smell like home for you?" He asked, a smile was etched onto his aging face.

Fuck, now you had to explain yourself.

"Yes and no." You stammered slightly. You couldn't help but hesitate before continuing. "You smelled like the home I wanted as a kid; I knew the idea of getting my parents to stop smoking as a kid was just a fantasy. But I hoped maybe one day they would cut everything else, the partying, drinking, and gambling." you sighed. "That maybe they would take interest in me outside of my intellect, or that anyone would finally see what was under surface level." You forced yourself to hold in the fact that you wanted to sob.

Daniel was quiet for a moment; you were avoiding looking at him. "Do you think that's the only reason I'm talking to you?" He asked after a beat. He was fully turned, looking directly at you.

When you finally did meet Daniel's gaze his face was unreadable.

"A little yeah." You murmured quietly.

A sigh left Daniel before a spoke again. "Kid, at first I started talking to you because I was intrigued by why someone as young as you were at that stupid seminar, and I was given my answer within the first few moments of speaking to you." He stated this as a matter of fact. "I noticed how other people within that seminar treated you, they belittled you." Daniel pointed it out; it was a fact after all. If there was anything that Daniel knew, suppose it would be the facts about others.

Things only get blurry from there, next thing you knew, you found yourself on top of Daniel, your hands pressed against his chest. You were completely nude. Carefully you continued to slightly shift your hips back and forth, you were still adjusting to the sheer size of him.

"Fuck." You muttered; a soft whimper left you.

"Take your time," Daniel said with a labored breath, his hands had a weak grip on your upper thighs.

A dark chuckle echoed through the hotel room, causing you to turn your head to the left and halting your movements. There, lounging in the armchair in the corner of the room, a tall man sat. Dark curled hair, beautiful brown eyes. He was nude, just as you and Daniel were; but he was beautiful to even gaze upon. His eyes practically smoldered as they stared at you and Daniel. It was a cruel and intrigued expression that his facial features held.

All you did was blink and suddenly the man was behind you; his hands held a possessive squeeze on your hips as his chest pressed hard into your back. Your breath hitched as he nuzzled his face against your neck.

"You're full of confidence when speaking of your academic accomplishments, yet you are terrified the second your nude." His lips pressed against your ear as his tone dropped. "How fascinating." The man whispered as his nails dug into your hips, his grip tightened. He urged your hips into a steady back and forth rhythm, which had caused a soft whine from Daniel.

Daniel's grip on your thighs tightened ever so slightly, yet he didn't beg or say anything; as if the man behind you knew exactly what he needed. Your face scrunched a bit as a moan left your lips; any discomfort you had been feeling had completely faded and had been replaced with this strange euphoric haze that caused your legs to shake ever so slightly. "So sensitive." The man behind you teased, one of his hands moved from your hip to run down along Daniel's chest. "I'm glad to see somethings haven't changed beloved."

Dubai, UAE.

Present day

Your body jolted awake, drenched in a cold sweat; you struggled to find your bearings. Slowly your heart found its usual pattern instead of the rushing ragged one. You wiped the sweat from your face; your imagination was just being vivid, none of that actually happened... except the you and Daniel having sex part.

Surely your imagination was just being perverted by adding Armand to it, it was just you and Daniel that night anyway; at least you were sure it was just the two of you.

The guest room was silent outside of your shuffling in the bed; it was barren and grey just like every other room in this mausoleum Louis and Armand called a home. It took you a few minutes to finally get a grip on yourself, which ended in you forcing yourself up and into the bathroom. A disgustingly cold shower was your personal choice of punishment, the type that left you shivering when the tap turned off and made your joints ache. Your back braced against the freezing tiles of the shower stall, the water cascaded down your tense form. You hoped it would wash away that deep ache in your lower abdomen that was begging you to give into its pressure.

Truthfully you couldn't remember the last time you had a really good orgasm, it had been a while to say the very least; your own fiancé couldn't sexually gratify you within an inch of his life. The worst part about it was that you felt as if he should, you had told Logan that you loved him, even with his clingy nature, his need for his partner to practically baby him, and the hissy fit that ensued if his anxious attachment wasn't catered to; you were starting to think he was more child than man. Just thinking about it turned you right off. That ring on your left hand felt a little heavier than it should.

Daniel was sat at the dining room table, typing away at his notes. Your mess from last night seemed to have been taken care off and organized the way you liked it. Strange to think you hadn't done it yourself.

"Hey." You called out as you entered the room. You were dressed casually, your hair still slightly damp from your shower.

Daniel looked up from his laptop, his eyes always held an underlying softness when they looked at you. "Logan called." He said. The way Daniel had said logans name held a slight animosity; they had met briefly, needless to say Daniel didn't like him much.

Your face instantly fell at the statement. "Shit, I'm sorry. I told him your number was for emergencies only." You said, taking a seat to his right.

"He claimed he was worried about you, that you hadn't called him or texted him in over a day, so he assumed something was wrong." Daniel rolled his eyes as he explained why Logan had called, he wasn't even trying to hide his irritation towards him.

A sigh left your lips as you laid your head on your arms on the table. "I told him I was gonna be busy." Your irritation and stress towards the situation shined right on through.

For a moment Daniel didn't say anything, he just watched you. "When are you dumping him?" Daniel asked suddenly.

You almost froze in your seat, "What?" You questioned quickly. You felt very warm all of a sudden.

"Oh please, your clearly dissatisfied in the relationship." Daniel pointed out in a blunt manner. "The kids a screw up and I know you see it. Just a giant man baby who is so dependent on you, he can barely stand being away from you, honestly it's just pathetic." The older man had said it with no kindness, he just laid it right out. It was one of the things you liked about him. "And don't even try to deny it because I know you see it." Daniel was rather quick to add.

How were you supposed to respond to that analogy? It was spot on sure, but a little too on the nose. You would be lying if you said it wasn't a sore spot. "Is this your way of saying I deserve better?" You asked quietly. You were silently hoping it was.

A sigh left Daniel's lips as he assessed you with his eyes, that hard look turned just a tad softer. "I suppose it is, yes. Its just-" he took a deep breath. "You deserve someone who's gonna meet you on your level, kid. Trust me, I've been through two marriages; don't have one until, you're sure." He stated. You stared at Daniel for a brief moment before forcing yourself to look down towards the table. Both of you were rather good at pretending that there wasn't underlying tension between you, Daniel made you feel seen in a way you could never quite pinpoint. Maybe it was his ability to see just you? Not the titles placed on top of you, not the child prodigy, not some infantilized assistant that everyone talked down to, but rather the adult you had blossomed into long ago.

A breath you didn't even realize you were holding escaped your lips. "Do you really think I should dump him?" You asked as you looked back up from the table and met his eyes dead on.

"Yes." Daniel answered without hesitation. "I suggest you do that today, before any of his bullshit gets to you." He said as he closed his laptop.

"I wont let it get to me-"

"Yes, you will." Daniel huffed like it was funny. "You claim a lot doesn't get to you, but deep down you internalize everything. I know you. Don't ever forget that." That blunt demeanor never failed to both hurt and turn you on. His gaze soon turned back to his laptop.

The sun set along the west horizon of Dubai, casting the young city in an orange glow. You had already done what Daniel had told you too, a weight had lifted of you briefly; now you were just stuck with the guilt of hurting someone, even if it was a small feeling. Besides you knew Daniel was right about logan, he wasn't right for you. How could anyone love such a giant man child? Though, that thought made you question yourself. You pretended to love a giant man child in hopes to get over a man who just so happened to be your boss; lord what does that say about you?

Fuck it, who cares? No one you actually care about will judge you for this? What the hell do you care for?

Once you had finally gotten out of your head, you finally noticed you were being watched.

While Louis and Daniel spoke of Paris, you and Armand were sidelined. You looked around the living room; Armands eyes didn't leave you even as you locked eyes with him. His head tilted slightly to the left, as if he was curious.

"My, your thoughts are loud; do you wish to keep anything to yourself?" Armand's voice echoed through your head, causing your heart to skip a beat. He had never really intruded like that to you; he always seemed rather standoffish when it came to you. perhaps that was a front?

There was something about Armand's eyes, something that felt almost familiar. You didn't dare take your eyes off him, something in you demanded to pay attention.

"I wonder, did Logan know about Daniel and you?" His voice came through your mind as clear as day. "I suspect not, how could you ever explain an emotional affair to a childish man?" You finally forced yourself to look away, it was uncanny how familiar he looked in this moment. For a pretty stranger he knew you far too well.

The interview finally ended for tonight, and you retired back to your room. The second your head hit your pillow; you went out like a light. physically your body was exhausted, you had pushed yourself far too much. While you were still a bit rattled from that encounter with Armand, something in you just told you to rest. Hopefully that would be enough.

As your body relaxed, it felt as if someone was stroking your hair ever so gently. Normally you would have freaked out, but you assumed it was just a hallucination from the lack of sleep. Surely things would seem better once you had slept.

Sharp nails dragged carefully against your scalp; each drag became just a tad rougher with each pass. Suddenly the hand gripped your hair and tugged backward. Your eyes shot open, somehow you were in that hotel room again. your back was braced against a man's chest, his hand was tangled roughly in your hair, while his arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, forcing you to stay upward on your knees against him. Quickly you turned your head to the side, it was Daniel. He stared into your eyes before he began pressing kisses against your neck; a soft moan escaped your lips, and your eyes closed as you relaxed against his touch. Firm yet gentle kisses turned hard quickly, his teeth sunk into your neck, only it didn't feel right; to hard... to sharp. Yet you didn't dare pull away or struggle.

Something warm dripped down your neck as Daniel pulled away, you went to turn your head back towards him, but your eyes met with another's instead. Armands eyes locked with yours; a smirk crept onto his face. he didn't dare look away from you, not even as his tongue pressed against the wound on your neck.

"Shh... just rest." Armand hummed quietly. He forced your head further to the side as he licked your wound, while his free hand traveled between your legs. You jolted against his hand, gasping at the sudden stimulation.

You woke up out of breath and covered in sweat, that dream felt so real, like a memory rather than some fucked up fantasy. Carefully you sat up once more, looking around the room; terror was quick to overcome you. stranding tall in the corner was a dark shadow, its eyes seemed to be on fire. You quickly forced yourself back against the headboard, startled by whatever was lurking in the corner of your bedroom; you quickly rubbed your eyes and prayed you were hallucinating. The second you looked back, of course it was gone.

A quiet sob left you rather quickly, you were confused and overwhelmed. between being watched, hallucinating, and these weird, nasty dreams you keep having. You were sure something was deeply wrong with you. These nightmares just wouldn't let up, maybe it was just the lack of sleep? You curled up in on yourself, pulling your knees against your chest. You just couldn't stop sobbing.

(Author's note: I might drop a part two eventually, I had more added onto this but I didn't like it in the final read, so I might drop a part two once I plan it out lol.)

Introduction:

As you all know, I am Forest, a fanfic writer here on Tumblr. I am a trans guy, and I primarily write hurt/comfort, angst, and the occasional smut, or fluff post.

Most of my fanfics do handle serious topics, from mental health, trauma, death, etc. While others are just basic stuff I randomly got inspired to write or was commissioned to me. One of my biggest inspirations is music, which I also usually link to my posts.

Outside of fanfiction, I do have actual fully fledged writing projects I am working on. I will not share them on the internet until they are fully published; I do not want my ideas stolen, nor my work plagiarized.

I do have a tendency to kinda just ghost this platform for a month then come back out of nowhere, I'm either working on my other projects, or my mental health bottomed out. It's usually one or the other. But I am fine, I just lack the ambition to write sometimes, so I don't. But this whole page is supposed to be a little thing I do on the side, sometimes I have ideas that must be shared.

Also, I am chronically working on my abilities to write certain characters, its chronically adapting and changing because I try to do a major deep dive into the characters before writing them, even if it's a character, I'm familiar with, I still try to be as accurate as possible.

Also, I think its fair of me to include which fandoms im apart of.

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DCU

Far Cry

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