#darkcharacters

Hi, anon! Here are a few that I think fit what you're looking for! If you want a full rec of dark character fics, check out the "Suggestion Box" on the pinned post and fill out the form!

Being Held By You by IceQueenRia

Teenager Harry Styles is simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. Witness to a fight between rivalling groups of some kind (the Montague’s and Capulet’s, the mafia, local street gangs, organised crime, Harry doesn’t know) a disturbed Harry is assaulted with the sight of a few dead bodies and as blue eyes turn to him, he desperately tries to run.

Typically, gang leader Louis ‘Tommo’ Tomlinson doesn’t allow innocent bystanders to get caught up in such business, but the curly-haired school-boy appeared out of nowhere and had seen far too much. The smartest thing for Louis to do would be to put a bullet in the boy’s skull but he just can’t bring himself to pull the trigger. Of course, he can’t just let the boy get away. So naturally he kidnaps Harry instead.

while the rhythm of the rain keeps time by delsicle

He didn’t know what it meant about him that he stayed with Harry, shared a bed with him, loved him so much, when he knew what his lover could do. When he knew what happened when the anger twisted Harry up inside and made him rotten. Maybe the rotted parts were far enough away from Louis’s front door he didn’t mind anymore. It was all okay if Harry could come in through the back door and wash away the darkness in the mud room sink.

Dark AU

Sugar-coated Serenade by louloubaby92

‘’Hmm,’’ Harry kisses his chest before he looks up at the love of his life. Louis is his radiant star, his light house and it’s no hardship to tell him how much he means to him. ‘’It goes something like this…’’ He takes a deep breath, “Until the stars burn out, and all worlds end, until the planets collide, and the suns wither, until the moon's light dies, and the rivers and seas run out, until I grow so old that my memories fade away, and my tongue cannot say your name, until my heart beats for the last time, only then…will I maybe stop, maybe.” ‘’Maybe?’’ Louis says after a while, voice rough. ‘’No,’’ Harry shakes his head minutely. ‘’I’m yours so…wouldn’t be able to stop loving you…even then.’’

This question was asked on my Labyrinth facebook groups to which made me think

Why do I write dark Jareth? What draws me to write darker characters?  

I write dark or evil Jareth for no reason other than I enjoy diving into the darkness that lurks in my mind.   I enjoy pushing my own boundaries that come with writing difficult scenes. I want to see how far I can go before I am disgusted with myself or tell myself this is wrong why am I writing this.

That writing this dark character vs the victim of the story is ultimately therapy for me.  I have lived through years of abuse by a family member who my mother brought into my life. I know how it feels to be someone in a situation where you don’t realize what is happening until you leave the situation. Yes, I knew it was wrong but at the same time; it took me longer than it should have to realize how wrong the situation had been. It was a constant guilt trip cycle. We would fight because of something HE would do. I would storm off to my room. My mom would try to smooth things over. ‘He was just teasing/play Krissy,’.  I would bury everything trying to make it through high school so I could get out of the house.   Eventually, when I would be so lonely I would slink back, I would apologize for the messed up situation even when my mind screamed at me to not to.  Because I wanted to be loved and know he had my mother thinking I was overreacting and being a drama queen. I lost the one person who should have been on my side.

So on the flip side of writing a darker character, I always write in the perspective the victim. Drawing on those days where I was so terrified that an uncomfortable situation would turn into something of a nightmare.  How I think that if I didn’t fight him, that how easily it could have turned into a nightmare the more daring he became.

So yes writing these monsters, or cruel men are exhausting because I have to relive memories that aren’t the greatest, but writing the victim is also therapeutic. I know I am lucky. I got out without any scratches, just a lot of mental things to work through later on because I still remember what it was like to feels like wonder ‘If I didn’t kick him out of my room and fight him and yell and scream loud enough, that he could have finally have raped me? What if I forgot to secure my door while changing after having a shower, and he walked right in without knocking because he’s done it before.

Fiction vs Reality

The reality also is ironic because I do not like horror books or movies. I don’t enjoy Stephen King, and most horror I have read was Dracula. Other than that, I have read a lot  of VC Andrews and Anne Rice.    So pretty much I am a wimp when it comes to those sorts of things.

Granted I do enjoy Criminal Minds, and other crime shows. I do enjoy thriller movies. I love watching Stanley Kubrick movies and movies like Shutter Island.  I am a complex human being. But being a complex human being doesn’t make me a freak for writer dark stories.

In reality, I am 29, I work as a tailor/seamstress. I have a normal life, a normal partner in crime who sits around playing video games or train simulator most days. We do normal things like go to a grocery store and buy Porgs at Toy’s R US and or try to get his thirteen-year-old daughter to talk to us, which is a feat in itself. So please remember just because I write horror doesn’t mean I live in that sort of lifestyle or am attracted that lifestyle. I probably have the simplest, most vanilla lifestyle that you will ever come across. I have a house full of Doctor Who, Star Wars and unicorns. Life is Magical to me. I want to keep it that way.

Just because I write twisted and morbid storylines does not mean it is my life or that I condone it.  Also living this life, I know that not all stories are Happy Ending, I don’t want to just write happy endings.  They have their place in my stories but sometimes it just doesn’t work out.

At the end of the day, I know that a lot of men and women, boys and girls are not so lucky as I have been. So sometimes writing these heartbreaking situations reminds me that I am lucky to have been able to leave as I did and remove myself from a situation.

So that next time you want to ask someone why writing a dark character is appealing, remember it’s not all black and white.