#darkjamie

[guardianofbelief]

SOMETHING I OCCURING and me and jack are not sure if we understand!....i think we do...¬.¬....whats occuring

((Haha... you tell me.. I'm apparently turning into an Dark Jamie and flirting shamelessly with another me and your lovely Jack.))

[ask-jamesonbennett]

A glance at Jamie revealed that he was interested--well, maybe he wasn't SO off... "This one girl had one about her mother leaving her family and her cousin dying. She wouldn't move when she woke up, she was so afraid." She chuckled, remembering the fear in the girl's eyes. "You know, we'd see each other more if you'd live with me 'n Pitch. 's not so bad down there in the dark." She turned serious, sensing his mood shift again. He was fighting it... Her eyebrows furrowed as she wondered WHY.

An eyebrow rose in interest as Jamie imagined the dream happening in the context of his own family. His mother leaving… she was rarely around as it was. And his cousin dying? She had, only recently. But would that really frighten him?He was used to it.

“I don’t know if I’d really… fit in there,” Jamie said moodily, shifting one knee up so he could casually drape his arm across it. He leaned his head to the side, resting it gently against the wooden framing of his window sill. “You say Pitch cares for you, and welcomes you with open arms… I don’t know if it’d be the same for me. There isn’t a connection there…”

He sighed, the dark aura-like feeling he got from his sister gently waning, his senses returning to a slightly more normal state. For some reason, it was an unwelcome feeling.

[ask-jamesonbennett]

Her lips twitched up at the wording he used. "You're always so dramatic," she commented, drawing closer to put her hand on his shoulder. True, she hadn't been there personally, but she'd kept tabs on him. Even now, she wouldn't completely leave him. He was reacting differently than expected to this, and it unnerved her. She wasn't used to not being able to read him easily. She settled next to him, tipping her head to look at the stars. "You'd never believe the nightmares I got to see tonight~"

Jamie chuckled darkly, amused at her actions. He moved, finally, turning his head just slightly to look her face over. She looked irked for some reason, and he supposed sooner or later she’d say exactly what was on her mind. After the usual small talk that he was slowly deciding she used to try and read him.

“Oh? What kind of nightmares are these?” he was genuinely interested. Lately, his sleep was devoid of dreams. What he did see he could only describe as color floating in his mind. Something like you’d expect to see in a magical forest in a children’s movie. 

He shifted in his spot, turning his face back out toward the sky. Since that night, when he lost control… he couldn’t explain it. He didn’t feel weak, but he certainly didn’t feel normal. It was like there was another presence within him, fighting for control. He didn’t know how to let it, and he wasn’t aware of repressing it. Possibly his sister would reveal just what was happening to him. Because honestly, he felt it was related to her own new, strange abilities.

[ask-jamesonbennett]

"Jaaaaamie~" Sophie sang out, melding from the shadows to step closer to him. "You seem a little down tonight..."

Jamie barely moved from where he sat in his windowsill, letting the crisp, early spring air wash over him. He could hear his sister’s voice from behind, but didn’t bother to look back to confirm. The sense he got from her presence was enough to be sure.

“I wouldn’t quite say down. More… pondering,” he said airily, staring up at the starry sky with a blank expression. “To what do I owe this pleasure? I haven’t seen you since I… broke.”

What a simple word. To some, it wouldn’t hold its true meaning, but he knew his sister understood. She’d been there personally, and she aided him. 

Was “aided” even the right phrase?

[officialjackzimmermann]

BECAUSE I SHIP BENNEFROST SO HARD OK

Harsh Winters and Dark Spirits - Dark!Jack, Canon!Jamie, Older!Jamie I was only twelve when I had the enough courage to reach up to him and press my lips against his cold ones. He had frozen - no pun intended- and his icy blue eyes had widened in shock. I didn't pull away; instead, I pressed my lips harder against his icy ones even more, feeling the frost begin to form on my lips, but I didn't care. I was a naive, twelve year old boy who had fallen in love with his best friend. Jack didn't return my kiss, instead, he allowed me to finish pressing my lips against his, until it got to the point where I had to pull away or else I'd die from being frozen to death. My teeth chattered and my face had turned red; I felt myself grow hot, almost hot enough to melt the ice that had built up on my lips. Jack stared at me blankly. There was no trace of emotion in those clear blue eyes of his. His pale shone even more under the moonlight. Then, he turned to me and the edges of his lips curled into a tiny smirk. He whispered in my ear softly: "You want me, Jamie?" All I could do was nod, and the next thing I knew, his lips were pressed against me once more and he was laying on top of me. I didn't complain. I bathed in the pleasure, and the feeling of being loved and wanted. I was far too young, I knew, but I still didn't object. I couldn't throw this opportunity away. It may never come back, so I might as well make the most of it, right? That night, he took me. It was blissful and so much more than I had ever imagined. It was like walking on air without worries. He kissed me senseless; he bit me, and marked me as his. Back then, I didn't have a problem. I wanted to be marked as his... as his possession. Only his for the rest of my life. Now that I'm older, I can see Jack for what he truly is. Turns out, his father is Pitch Black. Crazy, right? I thought so, too. He never told me how Pitch could be his dad, he just is. Jack abandoned the Guardians and joined Pitch in the darkness for reasons he won't tell me either (and I know that it's not just because the Nightmare King is his father). He became Prince of Nightmares. He still likes to have fun, but not the fun he used to have as before. His idea of fun is spreading Nightmares to children and being the cause of most deaths in the bitter winters. I still love him. I can't stop, no matter how much I have tried to force myself to stop. As I look out my window, I could see the sky turn a depressing gray, and despite the Nightmares that were beginning to spread throughout the air, replacing Sandman's dream sand, I smiled. I wait for him every night. I waited for minutes... minutes turned into hours, and hours turned into days. I stared out my window again, on the fourth night, waiting. Just waiting. He had to come soon, he had to. He wouldn't just leave me, would he? I need him... I would be nothing without him, he had told me. I would be dead, my family would be dead. I would be insane, I would be unloved, and I should consider myself lucky that he even spared a few minutes of his life to come and visit me. I believed every single word and lived by it. I do, I do. I am his, he told me. I am, he had marked me so many nights ago... when I was twelve. My fingers automatically reached up my collarbone to touch the scar. He had bit me too hard, he hadn't stopped. He gained pleasure from my pain, and I was okay with that. He is the son of the spirit of Darkness; I wouldn't expect less from him. I had grown accustomed to it, to the pain, and to the point where I enjoyed it. It was no longer pain, it was a kind of much more erotic pleasure that only Jack Frost could give me. Only him because he knew. I stroked the scar and pressed on it, making it turn purple and red. My finger tips suddenly turned numb and the wind blew harshly at my back. In an instant, the back of my body collided against a strong chest. I smelled him. I felt him. But I couldn't see him, not like this. I tried to turn; I had to see him with my own eyes and make sure that it wasn't just another dream. He wouldn't allow me to budge. "Jamie", he said my name in a cold and harsh whisper. He bit my earlobe and drew blood from it. I could practically feel his smirk as I felt the drops of blood run down my ear and to my neck slowly. "Jack," I whispered back softly. "I missed you." "I know", he said and pushed me away from him. I finally turned to face him, wiping the blood off of my neck with the back of my hand. My brown eyes took in his appearance eagerly. He was wearing his usual attire... the hoodie that had once been blue was now a pure black with white frost and tints of red. I didn't ask about it. He still wore the old pants, but a much darker shade. His staff was covered with black ice at the hook. His once icy blue eyes were a harsh golden color. He gave me a devilish smirk and twirled his staff from one hand to another, looking around the room. "My, my, Jamie. You've... grown", he muttered. His eyes weren't focused on me though. They were staring at thin air, with distraction. It kind of stung that I wasn't enough for him to pay attention to me. I tried, I really did. I tried to hold on to him despite the fact that I know that the Jack that I once knew was long gone and was never going to come back. I still loved this immortal winter spirit, bringer of death and misery. I know that he can't love me back... but he pretends to, and even though I know that it's just for his own benefit, I still value that precious time that I get to spend with him. Maybe... just maybe he could love me if I was like him. Just (or close) as dark as he is. Maybe then. Maybe, maybe, maybe. His golden eyes darted to me and he stalked towards me like a predator, tossing his dark staff to the side, where it cluttered to the floor noisily. He raised his hand and placed it on my shoulder, and squeezed it with so much force that I didn't know that he possessed. I winced and I heard a crack. Not again. "Somethin' to remember me by, Bennett." He murmured as he looked me up and down. "It was a fun time, really. I enjoyed taking your innocence." He released a laugh and shook his head, as if he had just told a great joke. I frowned in confusion. "What?" He rolled his eyes. "Pretty ones are often dense", he muttered. "I'm never comin' back, Jamie. You and your innocent self are not worth my time. I have a job to do! Don't be selfish", he hissed. I gulped and stared at my feet. I had reached a decision. "Got it, have fun Jack. I-I won't be selfish", I mumbled as tears stung my eyes. I heard him chuckle and he slapped me on the back like an old friend. I heard another crack in the same place and I desperately tried not to wince again. He didn't like me showing weakness. "Bye," he called out to me and jumped out my window. "Wind, take me home!" I didn't know where 'home' was, but I was sure as hell that it was no longer his lake. I rubbed my shoulder and choked back the tears. I had to find Pitch. Author's note: Excuse me as I go bang my head against the wall now for writing this. I think I just made myself depressed. Just going to go read some canon!Jack fanfiction after I finish banging my head because - bad, bad, bad Sadie! You sadistic bitch. Yeah, yeah. Idek man, okay? Aye, loves, don't judge me, okay? -chokes back a sob-, maybe I should stick to writing Percy Jackson fics, right?