#dark!jim

Michael Langdon

 (I Own You) dark!Michael Landgon x reader

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JIM MASON

(Run)dark!Jim x reader

(Their Darkest Secret)

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Wilhemina Venable

[Image description: a screenshot of an anonymous tumblr ask saying ""Tell Me" for hammerhunter"]

Leave a “Tell Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a ficlet about one character confessing something to another [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]

Idk if you two are the same person or not but this is going to be one fic for both asks. This takes place post-RotT and is kind of salty about it.

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"You, you'd doom the world for me?" Toby asked. After all, wasn't that just what Jim had done? What Jim had just confessed to doing? After all, he had saved the day and then undid all of it just because Toby had died.

"I..." Jim looked shocked, like he hadn't ever considered resetting the timeline as dooming the world. But then Jim smiled at Toby. It was the same smile he'd given him when Toby had first realized just how dangerous being the Trollhunter would be and Jim had told Toby that he wouldn't let anything happen to him. "Of course I would, Tobes. I love you, more than the world. More than anything. And if I had to - but I won't have to, don't worry - I'd do it as many times as it took, just to keep you safe."

Toby was the Trollhunter. His job was to save the world from evil magical things, and wasn't dooming the world over and over again for just one person evil? But Toby had never thought of himself as the hero, except for when the amulet had first called Toby's name. He was the sidekick, the loyal knight to the Excalibur-chosen king. And Toby could almost see himself doing the exact same thing to save Jim.

Now that was a terrifying thought.

halloween w dark!jim 😵‍💫

like… he’d wear a low effort costume like splatter on some (fake) blood on his white t-shirt and carry a (fake) knife him 🥵 🔪 keeps a cherry lollipop in his mouth

Wish I Could Eat You Every Time

Dark!Jim x Reader 

Word Count: 3k :)

edited pic credit to yourghostcat

Warnings: smut, slight choking, breeding kink, slight stalking, quick cum eating and some good old dark!jim

Notes: I was instantly inspired after seeing this picture and knew it was dark!Jim and that cigarette really was the whole inspiration for this (just ask @coollangdon i screamed at her a lot about this, and she was a big help.) Thank You for reading this and feel free to let me know how you liked it! All the love and enjoy!

Everyone told you college would be different, it would be fun and you would get so many experiences from it. College was going to be the best 4 years of your school history and there would be no one holding you back. Well whoever said that was a fucking liar because even in your junior  year you had lost more sleep, eaten more ramen, and ran more miles than that stupid mile run high school made you run once a week, in your whole life. There really hadn’t been any crazy things to happen to you and you didn’t really mind it, you mainly just kept your head down, drank your alarming amount of coffee, and hung out with your best friend Jim Mason.

Words: 2.7K

Summary: You’ve just made your relationship with Jim official, however it isn’t long before Jim starts to smother you, fixating on your relationship to cope with the damage in his life. As Jim grows obsessive what will you be forced to do? What will he do to win you back? 

Warning: Gaslighting!!!! Borderline abuse! Kidnapping! Contains an obsessive and unhealthy relationship! Swearing probably! Drug use! Emotional Manipulation! Obsessive love! Stalking! Fluff! Again I warn you now, Jim Mason is one twisted beach boy in this!!!!!!!!

A/N: My goodness, it has been a while hasn’t it! It was time to get this bad boy out again. I always knew this was the direction the story was going in and I hope those of you guessing will be satisfied with this chapter. The ending is slightly controversial and I really was debating it, so do let me know if you approve of the slight twist or not! I think there will be one more part and then this series will be finished. (Dana finishing a series OMG I know right!!) 😱😱😱😱

Jim says I’ve earned a treat. 

As I stick in another photograph from our most recent trip to the beach I can feel my hands tacky from glue. God, that was something I always loved when I was a child. The simple joy of peeling glue off your fingers. 

I haven’t felt like a child in a long time now. 

Out of pure habit more than anything else, I mark the back of the photograph with the number 33. It hits me like a sucker-punch, despite having counted everyday. Tomorrow I will have been Mrs Mason for an entire month. I close the album quickly, the words Happy Memories taunting me. 

One photograph a day to mark my eternal imprisonment. 

I suppose I’ve had some kind of sick hope that should someone ever discover us, it’s proof of my capture. That I was an unwilling victim. It’s the only way I know how to rebel against Jim. He loves checking what I’ve added, like clockwork Jim will sit on the sofa, bring the album towards him and pour over the daily addition. He always says I’m the best photographer he’s ever known. That no one can capture love or his diamond eyes quite like I can. 

I was once used that phrase to describe him. One night eons ago when we swapped confessions of love, when we shared what we loved most about each other. Jim’s eyes sparkle like the rarest glint of diamond, but now all I see is the cold, sharp cut of intellect. Every sweep of those eyes is calculated. Jim still suspects that one day I will up and leave him. That I will find a way. 

He’s right. 

I haven’t given up hope. 

I can’t. 

This snippet is based on @tunafishprincess a.u about Champion Jim and Trollhunter Barbara. Please enjoy :D!

Alone. Jim had felt so alone for the longest time. He loved his mother. Did everything for his mother. Good grades, no fuss, cleaning, cooking, never asking for help. He loved his mother... but did she love him?

  Walking through the dark woods late at night Jim stepped on leaves crunching them as he remained deep in thought. He held his jacket close as he began to sniffle the wind howling angrily around him. The cold bitter air clung to him and he felt the cold deep inside, it left him feeling empty and hollow. Wiping at his nose he glances at his phone again. One of the sources of his depression.

Barbara was supposed to come home early that night. Supposed too. She had promised and he believed her. But lately promises meant nothing to his mom...

Midnight. It was Midnight and he was begging for a text. A phonecall. A ding. A vibrate. A notification. Something. ANYTHING to show his mother still cared. That she still loved him. But no. Here he was... alone at night in the middle of the cold woods without the proper supplies and his mother didn't even notice.

Shaking in frustration and anger Jim thought of Strickler. The first man he'd ever really trusted after his father left and how they never talked anymore. How his mom pushed Strickler away. Pushed his happiness away.

Jim clutches his fists remembering how Strickler gave him extra credit when he was struggling or special tutoring sessions or when days were really bad some chocolate and a hug. He was always there. Always supoorting him. When he was with Strickler and they bonded Jim felt... he felt special. Needed. Wanted. After his dad left Jim just felt so dejected, Walter fixed that. And now Walter was gone too. All thanks to his mother.

Jim didn't know he was crying until he felt warm tears sting his cold face. He was so cold... Sniffling he ignored his shivering and tried to wipe the tears away but they kept coming. Biting his lip keeping it all in his vision blurred and it became hard to breath. His quiet sniffles soon turned to loud gasping as he struggled to remain composed. He began full on sobbing as he felt so empty and cold. No one loved him. Not aymore.

Not his mother. Not his would be father. Not Toby. Not Claire. No one. No one loved him and he was alone.

Screaming into the night Jim only felt pain. Emotions long repressed and built up now spilled out of him leaving him a disoriented mess. He hated this. He hated himself. Why was he so unlikable? Why did everyone leave or hate him? Why wasn't he good enough??? Screeching his sorrows to the wind he shivered. The trees groaned and creaked around him leaving him feeling scared. Jim spins in circles confused eyes wide as nothing seems familiar. Where was he? How does he get home? SHOULD HE EVEN GO HOME?!

  "Jim...?" A quiet whisper barley there uttered his name. As if it were floating on the wind.

Turning his eyes widened. "HELLO?" Jim shouts. He can't tell if he's shaking from his fear or from the cold. He's desperate to get home. To see his mom. To be safe and loved. To be cared for again.

"... Jim Lake..." A warm voice beckoned him forward and he followed it. It felt like a roaring fire, Powerful and dangerous but warm and inviting, soothing even. He sniffles following the aura and a wave of calm washed over him. He felt at peace. He felt, he felt safe. "Come to me..."

Eyes glazing over Jim lets himself go numb. His legs move subconsciously and he puts up no resistance. Morgana coos to him magic warm and inviting as she waits. He walks into her cave and she smiles form flickering as she watches the Hunters son.

"Hello Jim." Becoming more solid Morgana strides forwards looking over the teen. He would not survive as her champion in this form, she'd have to fix him, remake him in her image but that was okay. Morgana was a patient being and Barbara was a foolish hunter underestimating her.

Jim stands in front of Morgana and she nods deep in thought. Reaching out her hand she strokes his cheek. Jim leans into her touch and she hums softly. How could she fix such a kind and soft but broken creature?

"Jim." She soothes his troubled mind with her words and relinquishing her control over him he gasps before his eyes widen. Looking around panicked he stares at Morgana.

"W-who are you?" He demands body tensing as he stares at her. Gold fire flickers off her body and green eyes peer into his blue ones.

  "My name is Morgana." She answers tilting her head to observe Jim.

  "W-what are you?" He wonders outloud. He had stopped shaking but was still sniffling as he looked at Morgana.

  "I am what you need Jim." Morgana answers smiling at the confused child. Jim continues to sniffle glancing around anxious but he had calmed down. Such a foolish boy.

"I can answer all your questions Jim." Morgana promises. "I can return things to the way they were..." She hums softly. "I just need a little favor from you." Morgana coos as she strokes Jims cheek. Jims eyes go wide in fear as he stares at this woman. This strange and powerful but seemingly kind woman.

"A a... a favor?" He asks softly. Morgana nods and Jim leans into her touch unable to resist her motherly nature. For a second she looked like his mom and her hand felt like his moms. Stroking his cheek he closed his eyes wishing his mom was here with him. "what kind of favor?" He murmers missing his mothers touch, her sweet hugs and kind kisses.

"A favor." Morgana repeats continuing to stroke Jims cheek. As Jim leans further into her touch Morgana chuckles a bit. He was hers. "I'm an acquaintance of your mother." She hums gently. "We meet frequently. I want to surprise her. Will you help?" Jim looks up at Morgana eyes slightly clouded from her magic but mind completely free. This was his choice and he could leave whenever he wanted and yet he stayed. Barbara you utter fool. Leaving the one thing you love most unguarded.

"I'll do anything for my mom. What do you need?" Jim doenst even hesitate as he smiles at Morgana. She knows she has him trapped now. He will be her new champion.

"Your trust James Lake Jr. Your trust and your loyalty." Jim stares at Morgana. He thinks about it, thinks of his life and of his mother. This woman felt kind and warm and she said she knew his mother. Jim closes his eyes leaning further into her loving touch. He nods.

"You have my trust and loyalty Morgana." Feeling tingly all over Jim suddenly has no energy. His eyes begin to close and he whines a bit confused. He feels lips on his forehead and his reistence goes away, his mind goes blank and everything becomes black. Jim hears a soft voice above him the tingling spreading throughout his body as Morgana coos,

"My champion."

Chapter One: Sixteen

(Warning, this story ultimately goes into Mature. Tags will be listed on every chapter. The fic is completed on fanfic.net and AO3.)

Next. 

He is sixteen when he notices it.

The changes are gradual. Falling asleep in classes, not doing her homework on time, but those are to be expected when you spend your nights preparing for Gunmar and his army. Even Jim struggles to keep his school life and Trollhunter life separate.

When she begins to forget things, however, he starts to worry.

At first, it is only the small things, like what they had for dinner the night before, or when their next Spanish test is. Later, he starts mixing up which troll is which, or not remembering her best friends’ names.

Every time she uses the Skathe-Hrün she changes, bit by bit. The black veins around her eyes take longer and longer to disappear.

He should have paid more attention.

Jim chalks it up to stress when her personality begins to switch from hot to cold without warning.

Mood swings, Toby says, you know how girls are.

He is a foolish and naïve boy back hen; he still believes he can save everyone.

It is when she murders Bagdwella with the staff and disappears that he should have given up.

He doesn’t.

Toby, Blinky, and AAARRRGGHH!!! try to be there for him, try to comfort him. It’s no use. The remaining Trollmarket trolls want vengeance; he just wants his girlfriend back.

Still relying on the hope that he can bring her back, he leaves his friends, believing that it will only take a while before he’s back with Claire, safe and sound. How stupid of him to think so. He followed the same kind of reasoning in the Darklands and look where that led him?

History repeats itself as they say. He doesn’t tell his mom and friends goodbye. It is one of his greatest regrets.

It takes days, weeks to find her, but when he does, he almost doesn’t recognize her.

The black veins around her eyes are now visible and prominent, making her skin look translucent. Her hair is tied up in a tight bun, though a few ringlets have fallen out, framing her gorgeous face. The expression on her face is not a welcome one.

Even as a monster, she is beautiful.

They fight; he tries to talk to her, but she mocks hi, her words as painful as her magic. Again and again he returns to that cave, begging for her to return. It is a dance, almost—he enters her domain, she strikes at him and he avoids. Over and over, until both are left gasping for air.

It is as if his words are to no avail; nothing he says reaches her.

Regardless, Jim never hits her back. Claire is his girlfriend. Hope is still on his side.

This is long before her first followers arrive, before he understands the truth about the girl he loves.

It is only when the possessed Draal comes, knocking her to the ground, that he truly lets go. It all happens so quickly, even she is surprised at the blue troll’s sudden appearance. Seeing her there, blood running down her temple, makes something in him crack. Perhaps it is stress, perhaps it is anger—either way, he unleashes hell on his former friend, the damn that holds back his emotions springing free.

The battle is intense; the longest he’s ever fought thus far.

But he is the Trollhunter. He still hesitates to make the final blow. It is only when his old friend gives him no other option except death that he sinks the blade into the troll’s heart.

It is traumatic. He imagines Kanjigar screaming in anguish in the back of his mind.

Jim wins and loses at the same time. It is the first of many.

Hot, wet tears stream down his face at the end. He vomits next to his friend’s mangled body. Draal didn’t deserve to go out like this. None of his words got to the troll. He was too far gone for Jim to save. These are the words he tells himself.

They don’t stem the guilt however. It hurts like a knife to his heart. Jim has kiled one of his friends. What would Toby, AAARRRGGHH!!! and Blinky think of him now?

He blames Gunmar (but secretly, he blames himself).

Claire calls for him meekly, looking at him with those eyes—the kind of eyes any man would get sucked into. He is at her side in seconds, searching for injuries.

“Oh Jim,” she says, and he cries harder, because it’s her, it’s really her. Brown and clear, like the day he first met her.

Jim strokes her cheek, “Claire.”

And then she’s gone, snuffed out by cold, calculating purple.

“You saved me.” There is wonder in her tone. It is not Claire who is speaking.

“I saved Claire,” he corrects her.

He can almost hear the gears turning in her head, face contemplative.

“Gunmar and I are in a disagreement of sorts,” she says. “He’ll come for me again, with more assassins next time. My children have yet to appear and I—”

“Give me back Claire,” he interrupts.

“You dare—”

“Please,” he begs, voice low. “I-I love her.”

The words slip out on their own accord.

Her eyes widen a fraction, but that is the only reaction he receives at his declaration.

“Then prove it,” she demands, pushing herself up and away, blending back into the darkness from which she came.

And he tries.

It is lonely—almost suffocating really. Days go by before another of Gunmar’s men comes and he is forced to kill that one as well. On the positive side, it doesn’t bother him as much as killing Draal did; it is still unpleasant and distressing to do though. His stomach curdles, however he resists throwing up.

Around this time her people arrive.

He thinks them human until they change in front of her, bent down on one knee and pledging their loyalty in Trollspeak. Changelings. He doesn’t recognize any of them but they certainly know him.

Thankfully, her followers ignore him, too focused on their tasks. It is, in some ways, a relief. He does not want to fight them too. Claire, or the person in Claire’s body—he can never be too sure—merely watches him. An improvement from before, he tells himself.

Boredom grips him during the day, so he trains in the woodlands nearby, never leaving for more than a few hours’ time to find food and drink to sustain himself.

Once, he leaves his phone in his backpack near the river to bath. Both are gone when he returns. He searches for them for days, weeks even. How else is he going to contact his friends and family?

In the end, he gives up on ever finding either again. It doesn’t matter, he reasons. Once Claire is returned to her former self they can go home.

Speaking of, his girlfriend barely spares him a moment’s time to talk and usually it is only in response to his questions; it agonizes him.

Jim misses home, his mom, his best friend. He misses AAARRRGGHH!!!’s gentle smiles and Blinky’s lectures. He contemplates giving up, to return home, but his desire to save her always wins out. It is in his nature to never give up on his loved ones.

It is his greatest strength.

And later, his worst weakness.

The attacks increase in force and ferocity. He grows stronger, striking down her enemies with a flash of his blade. With every death it becomes less difficult. They were Gunmar’s men, he tells himself, bad trolls he would ultimately have to kill anyways. It is much easier to deal with the devil you know than the devil you don’t. He believes that with each swing of his sword he comes closer and closer to freeing his girlfriend.

He has always been good at daydreaming.

It is when she revives Angor Rot that he loses his patience. How could she? It is when he begins to doubt.

The night is dark and foggy when he starts off for the journey home. She must have noticed his silence at the resurrection, because he runs into her in the forest.

She is ethereal, the glow of her eyes and staff matched only by the shine by his amulet.

“Jim, where are you going?”

“Don’t you dare,” he says coldly, avoiding her gaze. “You brought him back, after all we’ve done? Angor Rot tried to kill me. He tried to kill my mom. Hell, he tried to kill all of us! And for what? Is Claire even in there anymore?”

Fingers weave through his hair; he startles at the sensation. It had been forever since someone touched him.

“I feel so lost, so confused,” she whispers in his ear. He shudders at how close she is. “So many memories. I’m not even sure who I am anymore.”

“You’re Claire,” he insists, “You’re my girlfriend. You like Papa Skull and guacamole. A-and you have a light brother, and a mom and dad. Your best friends are—”

Her lips silence him. It is soft and hesitant, as if she would break at even the slightest of touches.

Jim melts into the kiss. It has been so long since she has last kissed him. His arms encircle her waist. Warmth fills his being. He has forgotten how nice hugs are.

“Only you. You are the only one I can’t kill,” she admits. “I have sent dozens of Trollhunters to their deaths and yet, when when I look at you, I cannot bring myself to even consider the notion. Why is that I wonder? Have Claire and I become so intertwined that her feelings now influence mine?”

“You...” His eyes search hers. “Who are you exactly?”

She tilts her heads to the side, lips pulled into a secretive smile. Her fingertips travel down to his face. “I’m known by many names.”

A chill runs down his spine. The air becomes thick with what he will later associate as her magic. As of now, it reminds him of burning wood and incense.

“Then what would you like me to call you?” He asks.

The purple of her eyes lightens.

“Morgana,” she says after a long moment.

“And who are you, Morgana?”

“I’m many things,” she says wistfully.

Answers, he later learns, are never easy with Morgana.

He goes in a different direction. “Where’s Claire? What have you done with her?”

Not-Claire drums her fingers across his shoulder, staring directly into his eyes. “Your girlfriend and I are one now.”

“Is there any way you can just separate from her?” He asks. “I’ll do anything.”

“It would kill both of us.”

He wants to cry. His eyes even begin to water. A black-nailed finger catches one of his stray tears. She brings it to her mouth and laps at it like a feline. Disgust blossoms in his stomach but he suppresses it. It is another stark reminder that Morgana is not Claire.

She sighs, switching her gaze to the sky. “I simply want to protect my people. I didn’t mean to take over your girlfriend. It was an accident.”

He laughs darkly, “An accident or a convenience?”

“Do you hate me?” Morgana says, voice wavering slightly. Her hands tighten on his shoulders.

“I,” he swallows, looking away, “I don’t know.”

He wants to, but every time he looks at her he sees Claire. Her eyes, her nose, her smile—it’s all there.

“She loves you.”

The lingering hope in his chest swells.

“She does?”

“Yes, so much. I can hear her, even now.” She says, and he believes her, because what else could he do?

“Tell her…tell her I love her too. That I’ll never betray her. I’m hers, forever and always.” And he means it.

“Then you’ll stay?” She asks, and its Claire’s voice, and he’s the happiest he’s been in weeks. “Here with me?”

“Where else would Romeo be than with his Juliet?” He jokes. Later on, he would curse how easily he falls, how gullible he is. He still thinks he could do it alone.

She emits a small laugh, light and dainty. “Thank you, my Trollhunter.”

And because I’m a petty bitch... I’m gonna upload part 6 of my Duncan Shepherd and a Dark!Jim snippet so anon from t’other day. I’m gonna dedicate them to you boo 😘