#Jareth fanfic
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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI
warnings: Jareth jumpscares the reader a bit, Hoggle is a bit crass, reader kind of throws themself at Jareth, a few double intendres but they are mentioned in the movie so idk
AN: Happy Valentine's Day! My annual Labyrinth story is here!
"Run the labyrinth he said. 13 hours he said." I muttered to myself as I trudged along through the Goblin City. So far, none of the goblins had come after us. Hoggle trailed behind me, rubbing his hands. I still held his precious jewels but I doubt he cared about them anymore. "What are you muttering about back there Hoggle?" I looked over my shoulder at him, fed up with the noise he was making. Not knowing if the rest of the goblins would jump out because of it had set me on edge.
"What are you going to do if you get to the castle?" He finally asked. I shrugged. "I mean you're leaving right?" I nodded as he sped up to walk alongside me. "But I thought you wanted to do Jareth." I stumbled and Hoggle looked at me, hands out to try to catch me.
"What?!" I exclaimed. Hoggle was wringing his hands again. "Who said anything about me wanting to do Jareth?"
"I just thought..." He trailed off. "The way the two of you interact with each other..." I sighed and gazed up at the castle.
"Hoggle, it wouldn't work. He belongs here in the Goblin City. I have to go back. I should never have said that to my friend." I shook my head, clearing it and banishing all thoughts of the Goblin King out of my head.
"He will probably offer you a way to stay..." Hoggle murmured. "If he did, would you take it?" I shrugged.
"As long as my friend was safe and I wouldn't get turned into a goblin, maybe." My mind was racing. If I could stay, would I? Would I want to be bound to the Goblin King forever? Did I really want to stay? Shaking my head again, I focused on the task at hand. We were at the steps of the castle. "Hoggle, whatever comes next, I have to do it myself right?" He nodded. "Here. Thank you for coming with me." I tossed his jewels back to him.
"You didn't have to do that." He said in surprise. Smiling sadly at him, I started to climb the stairs. I looked back only once to see Hoggle wave at me before turning around and disappearing into the city. Climbing the stairs, I pushed the doors open and entered the empty throne room. Looking around, I saw the clock. Sighing in relief, I looked around for the doorway I knew to be there. There were three doorways behind the throne. Looking from one to the other, I started to worry. I still had time if I took the wrong door but I would have to find my way back to this room if I wanted to preserve that time.
"Think (Y/N). Think." I circled around the throne and stared at the doors. "Which one did Sarah take. Which one leads to the David Bowie impersonator." I closed my eyes and tried to visualize the scene from the movie. "She comes in and it's..." I turned slightly and opened my eyes. The doorway matched what I remembered from the film. "There." Running through, I took in the new maze. Smiling to myself, I walked to the edge and looked out of the staircase world.
"(Y/N)!" My friend called out for me. I waved down to them and took a deep breath, preparing to jump down the center.
"Expecting a song?" The voice made me jump and I turned around, putting some distance between myself and the edge. Jareth was leaning against the wall, playing with a crystal. "You won't get one." I smiled softly at him and shook my head.
"Didn't think I would." I looked over my shoulder and took a step back. I looked back at Jareth as he pushed off the wall. "Besides, you wouldn't get into it too much. I know what to do." He smirked and walked right up to me. We were standing nose to nose when he put his hand on my shoulder.
"Then do it." He whispered before giving me a gentle push. I stepped off at the same time and fell. A new platform materialized under me and I landed carefully, my friend having disappeared again. Jareth entered from a new doorway. "I assume you know what's coming." I nodded and Jareth rolled his eyes. "Then formalities and such." He waved his hand and I tried to stifle my laugh. It brought a smile to his face. "(Y/N)," my breath hitched as he said my name. Maybe Hoggle was right. "beware. I have been generous, up until now and I can be cruel."
"Generous?" I tried to fight the smile that was growing. "What have you done that's generous?" Jareth smirked at me, clearly seeing how amusing I found all of this.
"Everything." There was something about his tone that made me question all of my life's choices until that point. "Everything that you wanted I have done. You asked that your friend be taken. I took them. You cowered before me. I was frightening. I have reordered time, I have turned the world upside down, and I have done it all for you. I'm exhausted from living up to your expectations of me." He circled me. All I could do was watch him. Doubt was growing in me. Doubt that I could say the words. Doubt that going back was what I really wanted. Doubt that I could leave him behind. Doubt I could forget about him. "Isn't that generous?" His gaze softened as he came to a stop in front of me.
"I-I..." I looked around him, desperate not to look him in the eye. "Through dangers untold..." I fought to find something in me that wanted to go back. Something to focus on so I didn't have to make that choice while looking at him. "Dangers untold and hardships...." Jareth watched me, regarding me kindly and curiously. When it was clear I wasn't going to recite my part, he took control.
"Stop. Wait." He held up a crystal, taking a step closer to me. "Look (Y/N). Look at what I'm offering you." His voice had taken on a soft quality. When he didn't continue, I looked away from the crystal, meeting his eyes.
"My dreams." I whispered out. He shook his head but gave me a chance to continue. But I didn't take it.
"I ask for so little." Jareth took another step towards me. "Just let me rule you and you can have everything that you want." He had lowered the crystal, nearly letting it drop as his other hand reached out and gently took mine. His thumb ran over my knuckles, waiting for me to make a decision. I shook my head, the thoughts running rampant as I tried to find any reason to go. "Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave." Jareth whispered, gently pulling me closer to him. "The choice is yours. I've done all I must." Slowly reaching up, I cupped his cheek.
"My friend will return?" He nodded, gently leaning into my touch. "And I won't become a goblin?" He shook his head with an amused smile.
"Where would you get an idea like that?" He chuckled. "Your friend will return to your world. If you choose to stay, you will remain as you are. With me. If that is what you so choose." Jareth watched me carefully. Letting go of his hand, I reached out for the crystal. "You need to be sure." He warned. I nodded.
"I'm sure." I touched the crystal just as Jareth leaned forward and kissed me. The world around us shimmered as we were returned to the throne room. Jareth pulled away, smiling softly at me. I looked around the room, surprised by the subtle use of magic. A second throne had appeared next to the first.
"For you." He whispered as he watched me take my seat.
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I kept on thinking about the idea of the scars...
Note: my mother tongue is Spanish, so the translation of this little text is made with my basic knowledge and an online translation tool. I apologize for any mistakes that the translation may have, and thank you for understanding. Spanish version under the cut!
—The past
The faint moonlight spilled across his skin, splashing him with silvery reflections. Silence filled the room, interrupted only by the murmur of the gentle breeze that drifted through the large glass windows, whispering through the velvet and crystal.
The goblin city glittered under the blanket of night, tucked into a dark, billowing sky, motionless before the castle that towered above it. The goblin city, so still, so calm, that the sight of it through the great window seemed almost an illusion.
Jareth's chest swayed with his breathing, so faint, the movement was almost imperceptible. The ruffles of his shirt spilled down his chest, down his sides, exposing much of his scarred torso. Past whitish and pinkish marks from wounds of all sizes dotted his chest and sides. The largest, thick and jagged, appeared on his right side, extending upward, almost to his heart.
With a gentle movement he brought his hand to that scar, stroking its edge slowly, wearily. His narrowed eyes stared out the window, lost in the tide that stretched as far as the eye could see.
Lost in the memories of the past.
—El pasado
La tenue luz de la luna se derramaba por su piel, salpicándolo con reflejos plateados. El silencio colmaba la habitación, viéndose interrumpido sólo por el rumor de la brisa suave que se colaba por las grandes cristaleras, susurrando a través del terciopelo y el cristal.
La ciudad de los goblins relucía bajo el manto de la noche, arropada por un cielo oscuro y ondulante, inmóvil ante el castillo que se alzaba sobre ella. La ciudad de los goblins, tan quieta, tan en calma, que su visión recortada a través del gran ventanal parecía casi una ilusión.
El pecho de Jareth se mecía con su respiración, tan tenue, que el movimiento era casi imperceptible. Los volantes de su camisa se derramaban por su pecho, por los costados, dejando a la vista gran parte de su torso, colmado de cicatrices. Marcas de heridas pasadas, blanquecinas y rosáceas, de todos los tamaños, salpicaban su pecho y los costados. La más grande, gruesa e irregular, aparecía en su costado derecho, extendiéndose hacia arriba, casi hasta su corazón.
Con un movimiento suave llevó su mano hasta aquella cicatriz, acariciando su borde despacio, cansado. Sus ojos entornados miraban al otro lado de la ventana, perdidos en la marea que se extendía hasta más allá de donde alcanzaba la vista.
Perdidos en los recuerdos del pasado.
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the goblins always find ways to the human world and cause a lot of mischief. most humans can’t even see them, but you do. and once you give some homemade cookies to one of them, your house becomes a hotspot for goblins visiting the human world. they even give you shiny things in exchange!you hear all about the goblin king. thinking he is a gruesome lil creature. what a surprise it is when he pays you a visit and you find exactly whose all those shiny things were. maybe you can also win him over with cookies?
jareth x reader - of goblins and cookies...and kings
In the quaint little town of Willowbrook, nestled between rolling hills and murmuring brooks, there lived a peculiar individual. You, dear reader, were not like most in Willowbrook. You possessed a keen eye for the extraordinary, a knack for noticing the subtle magic that danced just beyond the perception of the ordinary folk.
It all began one breezy autumn afternoon, as you were puttering about your cozy kitchen, humming a tune under your breath while the scent of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air. Little did you know, the aroma was a siren's call to the mischievous goblins that roamed the borderlands between the human world and the realm of fae.
With a curious rustle, a trio of goblins materialized in your kitchen, their beady eyes alight with mischief as they observed you with rapt attention. "Whatcha makin', human?" one of them piped up, its voice a high-pitched squeak that bordered on grating.
You glanced up from your baking, startled by the sudden intrusion but not entirely surprised. "Cookies," you replied with a smile, setting aside your mixing bowl to greet your unexpected guests. "Would you like one?"
The goblins exchanged delighted glances amongst themselves, their pointy ears twitching with anticipation. "Cookies! We love cookies!" they chorused, practically bouncing with excitement.
Without hesitation, you offered them a plate of warm, freshly baked treats, watching with amusement as they devoured the sweets with gusto, crumbs scattering in their wake. "So, what brings you lot to my humble abode?" you inquired, curiosity piqued by their presence.
The goblins exchanged knowing looks, their mischievous grins widening as they leaned in conspiratorially. "Word on the grapevine is that you're the one who gives out cookies," one of them explained, crumbs flying with each enthusiastic gesture. "And not just any cookies, mind you. These are the best cookies in all the realms!"
You couldn't help but chuckle at their enthusiasm, the corners of your lips quirking upwards in amusement. "Well, I'm glad you enjoy them," you replied, feeling a warm sense of camaraderie blooming between yourself and the goblins. "But I must admit, I didn't realize my cookies were famous among your kind."
"Oh, they are! They are!" another goblin chimed in, nodding fervently. "And you know what they say about goblins and good deeds."
You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the implication. "Enlighten me," you urged, leaning in closer to catch every word.
The goblins shared a conspiratorial glance before one of them spoke up, its voice low and secretive. "You see, human, goblins have a tradition. When someone does us a kindness, we like to repay them in kind."
"In kind?" you echoed, curiosity piqued. "What sort of repayment are we talking about here?"
The goblins exchanged gleeful grins, their eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, you'll see," one of them replied cryptically, waggling its eyebrows in a suggestive manner.
And see you did, dear reader. In the days that followed, your humble abode became a veritable hotspot for goblin activity. They came in droves, drawn by the promise of your delectable cookies and the warm welcome you extended to them. In return, they showered you with trinkets and treasures from their realm, shiny baubles and glittering gems that sparkled in the sunlight.
But amidst the chaos and merriment, there was one figure that loomed large in the goblins' tales—the Goblin King. You had heard whispers of his fearsome reputation, a ruler of unparalleled power and cunning, and your imagination painted a picture of a gruesome little creature with a crown of thorns and eyes that glowed with otherworldly malice.
"I hear the Goblin King is quite the character," you remarked one evening, idly stirring a pot of stew as the goblins lounged around your kitchen, regaling you with tales of their adventures in the fae realm.
"Oh, he's a right piece of work, he is," one of the goblins replied, shaking its head in mock dismay. "But don't let his reputation scare ya. He's got a soft spot for those who show him respect."
"Respect, eh?" you mused, filing away the information for future reference. "Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to pay him a visit and see for myself."
The goblins exchanged knowing looks, their eyes twinkling with amusement. "A visit to the Goblin King, is it? Brave soul you are, human," one of them remarked, its tone tinged with admiration.
You shrugged nonchalantly, though a flicker of nervous excitement danced in your chest. "Well, you know what they say—fortune favors the bold."
———
As the days passed, your kitchen became adorned with an eclectic array of trinkets and treasures, each one a gift from the goblins in exchange for your delectable cookies. Among them was an intriguing amulet, its shape reminiscent of a twisted knot, crafted from gunmetal grey and faded gold. You hung it up on the wall above your stove, where it caught the light and cast shimmering reflections across the room.
"Where'd ya find that one, human?" one of the goblins asked, eyeing the amulet with a mixture of curiosity and admiration.
"It was a gift from one of your friends," you replied with a smile, running your fingers over the intricate patterns etched into the metal. "It's quite beautiful, isn't it?"
The goblins nodded in agreement, their eyes alight with fascination. "Aye, it is," one of them remarked, reaching out to touch the amulet reverently. "But be careful with it, human. Some things are best left untouched."
You chuckled at their caution, though a small seed of doubt nestled in the back of your mind. What secrets did this amulet hold, and what mysteries lay hidden within its depths? Only time would tell.
One evening, as you sat down to enjoy a quiet dinner in the company of your goblin friends, a sudden commotion shattered the tranquillity of your kitchen. The door burst open with a resounding crash, and in strode a figure of imposing stature, cloaked in shadows and exuding an aura of regal authority.
The goblins cowered in fear at the newcomer's presence, their eyes wide with trepidation as they whispered amongst themselves in hushed tones. "It's him," one of them muttered, its voice barely above a terrified whisper. "The Goblin King."
You turned to face the intruder, your heart pounding in your chest as you beheld the figure before you. Jareth, the Goblin King, stood before you in all his glory, his piercing gaze fixed upon you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.
"Who dares to trespass upon my domain?" Jareth demanded, his voice cold and commanding as he surveyed the room with disdain.
"We meant no harm, Your Majesty," one of the goblins squeaked, bowing low in a gesture of submission. "We were just paying a visit to our friend here."
Jareth's gaze narrowed as he spotted the amulet hanging on your kitchen wall, his expression darkening with anger as recognition dawned in his eyes. "And what, pray tell, is this?" he growled, pointing a finger accusingly at the artifact.
"It's a gift from the goblins," you explained, trying to keep your voice steady despite the rising tide of fear that threatened to engulf you. "They've been bringing me trinkets in exchange for cookies."
Jareth's lips curled into a scornful sneer as he regarded you with contempt. "Trinkets, you say? More like stolen treasures," he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "That amulet belongs to me, human. It is not yours to keep."
You swallowed hard, acutely aware of the dangerous territory you found yourself in. "I-I didn't know," you stammered, wringing your hands nervously as you struggled to find the right words. "I thought it was just a token of friendship."
Jareth's eyes flashed with fury, his hand curling into a fist at his side as he took a menacing step forward. "Ignorance is no excuse for theft," he snarled, his voice low and menacing. "You will return what is mine, or face the consequences."
You glanced nervously at the goblins, silently pleading for their help in this dire situation. But they cowered in fear, their eyes downcast as they avoided Jareth's gaze. It seemed you were on your own, caught in the crossfire of a power struggle between two worlds.
As Jareth, the strikingly handsome Goblin King, stood before you with his piercing blue eyes and tousled blonde hair, you couldn't help but feel a surge of unease mingled with a strange fascination. Despite his intimidating presence, there was an undeniable allure to him that left you both captivated and wary.
"Please, Your Majesty," one of the goblins piped up, its voice trembling with fear. "It was our fault. The human didn't know any better. Don't punish them for our mistake."
Jareth regarded the trembling goblin with a mixture of disdain and amusement, his lips curled into a sardonic smirk. "Ah, the folly of your kind knows no bounds," he mused, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Very well, I shall spare the human... for now."
You let out a sigh of relief, grateful for the goblins' intervention in your defense. But the tension in the room remained palpable as you watched Jareth's every move with trepidation, unsure of what he would do next.
"I expect restitution for the theft of my belongings," Jareth declared, his gaze lingering on you with a hint of curiosity. "Every trinket that was taken from me must be returned."
Without hesitation, you sprang into action, gathering up every trinket and treasure that adorned your kitchen walls and shelves, stuffing them into a bag with trembling hands. "Here," you said, thrusting the bag towards Jareth. "Take them. They're yours."
To your surprise, Jareth's expression softened ever so slightly as he accepted the bag from you, his fingers grazing yours in a fleeting touch that sent a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. "You show surprising goodwill, human," he remarked, his tone less hostile than before. "Perhaps there is hope for you yet."
"I-I just want to make things right," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper as you met Jareth's intense gaze with a mixture of defiance and apprehension.
Jareth nodded in acknowledgement, his gaze drifting towards the cowering goblins who watched the exchange with wide-eyed fear. "You may keep these creatures around if you must," he conceded, his voice tinged with resignation.
"But know that I will be watching, human. Should any more of my belongings go missing, there will be consequences."
———
A week had passed since the tumultuous encounter with the Goblin King, and life in your humble abode had settled into an uneasy semblance of normalcy. The goblins still frequented your kitchen, their presence a constant reminder of the delicate balance that existed between the human world and the realm of fae.
On this particular evening, as you busied yourself with baking a fresh batch of cookies, the sound of gleeful chatter echoed through the kitchen as a group of goblins materialized before your eyes, their mouths already watering at the scent of your delicious treats.
"More cookies, human?" one of the goblins exclaimed, its eyes alight with excitement as it eagerly reached for a cookie from the cooling rack.
"Help yourself," you replied with a smile, setting aside your mixing bowl to greet your unexpected guests. "And what brings you all here tonight?"
Before the goblins could respond, a familiar figure stepped into the room, his regal presence commanding attention as he surveyed the scene with a raised eyebrow. It was Jareth, the Goblin King, his expression unreadable as he observed the camaraderie between his subjects and yourself.
"Ah, Your Majesty," you greeted, offering a polite nod of acknowledgement. "To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?"
Jareth's lips quirked into a wry smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Merely checking in on my wayward subjects," he replied, his tone laced with thinly veiled sarcasm. "It seems they have taken quite a liking to you, human."
You chuckled softly, feeling a sense of warmth spread through your chest at the unexpected compliment. "They've been good company," you admitted, glancing fondly at the goblins who were now happily munching on their cookies. "No one else in town really talks to me, you see."
A flicker of sympathy crossed Jareth's features, his gaze softening as he regarded you with a newfound understanding. "Loneliness is a heavy burden to bear," he murmured, his voice tinged with regret. "I'm sorry to hear that, human."
You shrugged off his sympathy with a small smile, unwilling to dwell on the melancholy thoughts that threatened to intrude upon the moment. "But enough about me," you said, changing the subject with a casual wave of your hand. "Would you care for a cookie, Your Majesty?"
To your surprise, Jareth's eyes lit up with genuine delight as he accepted the offered treat, his elegant fingers delicately plucking a cookie from the plate. "Why, thank you," he remarked, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. "This is rather delicious."
Emboldened by his praise, you made a bold offer. "If you'd like, I can have a fresh batch ready for you in a jar today," you suggested, a note of eager anticipation creeping into your voice.
Jareth's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his gaze locking with yours in a moment of silent understanding. "That would be most gracious of you, human," he replied, his tone tinged with genuine surprise. "I would be delighted."
True to your word, you set to work immediately, whipping up a batch of cookies with practised ease as the goblins looked on with rapt attention. Within a matter of hours, the jar of freshly baked cookies sat proudly on your kitchen counter, ready to be claimed by the Goblin King himself.
Before he departed with his retinue of goblins in tow, Jareth approached you with a small vial clutched in his hand, its contents swirling with smoky sweetness. "A token of my appreciation," he explained, offering you the vial with a graceful flourish. "A perfume of sorts, to remind you of our newfound friendship."
You accepted the gift with gratitude, feeling a sense of warmth spread through your chest at the gesture. As Jareth and the goblins vanished into the ether, leaving behind nothing but the echo of their laughter and the lingering scent of magic in the air, you couldn't help but marvel at the strange turn of events.
———
As you sat in your cozy lounge, engrossed in a book, the familiar sound of something materializing in your home pulled you from the pages. Expecting the usual chorus of goblin chatter, you called out, "Hello goblins—oh..."
To your surprise, it wasn't the goblins who stood before you, but the imposing figure of Jareth, the Goblin King himself. His presence filled the room with an undeniable aura of power and mystery, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement mingled with apprehension at his unexpected visit.
"Ah, my apologies for the intrusion, human," Jareth said, his voice smooth and melodious as he offered a small, courteous bow. "I hope I am not disturbing you."
"Not at all," you replied, gesturing for him to take a seat. "Please, make yourself comfortable."
Jareth settled into a chair with a graceful elegance that seemed almost otherworldly, his piercing blue eyes studying you with a mixture of curiosity and something else you couldn't quite identify. "Tell me, human," he began, his tone casual yet tinged with underlying curiosity. "What do the goblins do when they visit you? Do they speak of me at all?"
You couldn't help but smile at his interest, feeling a sense of pride at the thought of being able to provide insight into the inner workings of the fae realm. "They mostly just enjoy my company and indulge in some of my homemade treats," you explained, watching as a small smile tugged at the corners of Jareth's lips. "And yes, they do talk about you from time to time. They seem to hold you in quite high regard."
Jareth's smile widened at your words, a hint of satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. "I'm pleased to hear that," he remarked, his voice softening ever so slightly. "It's good to know that my subjects are content in their interactions with the human world."
As the conversation flowed between you, you found yourself drawn to Jareth in a way you hadn't expected. His regal demeanor and striking appearance were undeniably captivating, and you couldn't help but feel a flush of warmth spreading through your cheeks as you took in his form.
He was dressed in a ensemble that exuded both elegance and mystery, with a billowing cloak of midnight blue that swept around him like a mantle of stars. Beneath it, he wore a tailored vest adorned with intricate patterns, the fabric shimmering in the soft light of the room. His blonde hair fell in loose waves around his shoulders, framing his angular features with a touch of ethereal beauty.
But it wasn't just his appearance that intrigued you—it was the little nuances of his behavior, the way he tilted his head when he listened to you speak, the subtle quirk of his lips when he found something amusing, the way his eyes lingered on you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.
And when he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered those enticing words, a surge of desire coursed through your veins, igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume all reason.
"Just to have you all to myself," he murmured, his voice low and seductive as he gazed at you with a hunger that mirrored your own. "At least for an evening."
You swallowed hard, unable to tear your gaze away from his hypnotic blue eyes. "I-I would like that," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper as you felt a blush creeping into your cheeks.
As you sat there, your cheeks still flushed with the heat of the moment, you couldn't help but feel a surge of embarrassment at your own boldness. Jareth's eyes twinkled with amusement as he noticed your flustered state, and a sly grin tugged at the corners of his lips.
"Well, well, my dear," he teased, his voice dripping with playful mockery as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "It seems you're quite taken with me, aren't you?"
You sputtered incoherently, your cheeks burning even brighter as you struggled to find the right words to respond. "I-I don't know what you're talking about," you stammered, your voice betraying your embarrassment.
Jareth chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine as he reached out to gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Oh, darling," he murmured, his tone laced with seductive charm. "There's no need to be shy. I quite enjoy the effect I have on you."
You felt a surge of heat coursing through your veins at his words, your heart pounding in your chest as you met his smouldering gaze with a mixture of defiance and desire. "You're incorrigible," you replied, unable to suppress the smile that tugged at your lips despite your best efforts.
Jareth's grin widened at your response, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he leaned back in his chair with a satisfied sigh. "Perhaps," he conceded, his voice low and husky. "But I do so enjoy our little exchanges, my dear. Until next time."
With a final wink and a flourish of his cloak, Jareth disappeared into the shadows, leaving you alone with the lingering echo of his laughter and the tantalising promise of his return.
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WHAT'S THIS A MASTER LIST? about dang time
Updated 5 -11 to add Our Shattered Heart Headcanons!
MASTER LIST
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Spitfire: 1 Spitfire, 2 Reaper, 3 Feuerkopf, 4 Heated Shadow, 5 A supreme love, Nightmare Teaser
Spitfire Spinoff of Author Reader Comfort Character (RL! GN Reader x SGR)
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Part 1,
Labyrinth (1986)
Jareth the Goblin King
Out From Twisting Pages
After finding a beautifully bound book titled “Journey into the Labyrinth” in your university library and being told to keep it, you take the uncatalogued book home over the seasonal break. However when school is suddenly shifted online, you start finding marbles everywhere you go, mysterious hijinks occur, and a large white owl suddenly decides to nest in the tree out your little house’s window, you begin to wonder if something may be up with the mysterious book…
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Pink Skies and Silk
Pairing: Jareth x reader
AN: It has been a HOT minute since I’ve actually posted any writing so that’s my bad. Hope some smut makes up for it!
Summary: You’ve been missing your boyfriend and he feels it’s his duty to make up for lost time.
Warnings: AFAB reader (no pronouns actually used), penetrative sex, praise kink, unprotected sex (stay safe y'all), creampie, little bit of possessiveness
The labyrinth was quiet today, it was a stark difference from the usual buzzing of life throughout it. The flowers were finally in bloom after a long and frigid winter. You could never truly get over the beauty of the labyrinth, it was otherworldly. The only thing more beautiful than the labyrinth was your boyfriend, Jareth.
He had been away at meetings all day and the longing for him was obvious. It was likely you wouldn't see him till the sun started setting, so you decided to lounge around the gardens with a good book till then.
Finally when the sky started being painted colors of pinks and oranges did you start making your way back. Upon entering the castle it was clear there wasn't a soul in sight. Not a goblin nor Jareth.
Walking up the cobblestone steps you entered you and Jareth's shared room. It too was empty.
You stripped yourself of the clothes you had worn all day and made your way towards the bathroom. Starting the bath you added a variety of sweet smelling oils and perfumes. As soon as you stepped into the warm water, your body immediately started to release the tension you didn't know you were holding.
As soon as the water started getting cold you reluctantly decided it was about time to get out. You wrapped yourself in the fluffy towel you had set out. Once you were dry you dressed yourself in a low cut silk nightgown. Usually you would save the garment for a night where Jareth would give you his undivided attention and love, however since Jareth was nowhere to be found you decided to wear it just to feel confident in yourself.
Leaving the steam filled room, you found the man who had just been occupying your thoughts lazing on your shared bed in nothing but his trousers. God, he was certainly an enticing sight sitting there reading his leather bound book. Now you were immensely thankful for what you had decided to wear tonight.
Jareth's eyes shot up from his book to meet yours like a predator to prey. The air got caught in your throat and suddenly you felt extremely warm.
Taking a step towards the bed, Jareth sat up a little more, marking the page in his book to soon be forgotten. You decided to let him come to you.
Seeing that you weren't moving anytime soon, Jareth slipped out of bed and sauntered towards you, like predator to prey. The sight of you alone was enough to make him hot, and yet here you were in your short nightgown looking heavenly, he needed you. Your breath started to pick up.
"To what do I owe the pleasure, my love." His voice was low and his hands planted firmly on your hips. Your breath was coming in short puffs as you murmured, "Mm, just missed you is all."
Jareth turned his head as he nipped at your neck, causing you to grip his shoulders. "Well, I'm here now. I believe I should make up for lost time, yes?" He whispered against your ear, causing you to involuntary shiver. All that you could muster was a breathless "Yeah" in his ear.
Finally, Jareth brought his head up to kiss you firmly. The kiss was long and left you feeling light, causing you to push your chest more firmly into his. Just as quick, Jareth pushed into you as well. The hands on your waist started to bunch the silk of your nightgown up higher. You could feel how hard he had gotten through his pants where he was pressing into the soft plush of your stomach.
The temperature in the room seemed to increase tenfold judging by the sweat starting to form on your brow. You pushed impossibly closer to him causing him to let out a low groan. He started to sneak one of his hands down to your thighs, using the other to bunch up your nightgown around your hips. You shifted your hips, starting to get impatient with the aching in your cunt. Jareth squeezed your hip a little to keep you in place,
“Patience, love.” He punctuated his sentence with a sensual kiss to your lips that lasted all too short. Finding that words had started to fail you, you tilted your head up and bit at Jareth’s neck just the way he liked.
Quickly, Jareth turned you both to the side so he could pick you up and place you on the soft cream colored sheets. He slotted his thin waist between your thighs and you arched your back slightly, “Jareth… please…” you whined, the sound was incredibly endearing to his ears. He threads his fingers through your hair, making you tip your head back so he could continue to nip at your neck, groaning as he did so.
He brought his hands down, running along the length of your body before softly rubbing the inside of one of your thighs. You moaned his name in his ear making him grunt and push his lips against you with hot passion. He runs his thumb along your clothed core making you shudder and grip his shoulders before he pulls his head back to look you in the eye and ask, “Is this okay, Love?”
You adored how even after all this time, no matter how many times you both were intimate, he would always still ask for your consent. You immediately nodded your head frantically of course, eager for all he had to give you. Without a second thought, he pulled the edge of your underwear aside to tentatively push his middle finger into your heat. At the sound of your pleasured gasp, he began to thrust his finger carefully but with more confidence that he was making you feel good. Soon he started to add a second finger, curling them and preparing you for him.
After a few moments of soft moans and the wet noise of his fingers entering your cunt, you started getting impatient, his fingers not enough. “Jareth… please… I need you… All of you.”
A devilish smile stretched across his face at your begging as he pulled his fingers from your drenched cunt to suck them clean. Your face flushed at his erotic actions, you reached to pull him closer to kiss him heatedly. He leaned back on his heels to start undoing the buckle of his pants. Once that was undone he got up to remove his pants and boxers altogether. He stood before where you lay completely bare on the bed, like some sort of divine being that came to give you the greatest of pleasures and love.
Without procrastination he got back on the bed, your legs resting on his thighs as they pushed your legs further apart. He strokes himself slowly twice, groaning at the sight of your glistening cunt. He had to resist the urge to plunge his cock into you and fuck you into the mattress, rather he wanted to take his time with you.
“You’re so pretty, all spread out like this.” His voice is tight as he guides the tip of his cock through your slick, bringing the tip to rub at your clit making you gasp out. “Jareth, please, I need you inside me.” You whimpered in pleasure when he finally started to push the tip of himself inside of you. His pace was agonizingly slow as he finally bottomed out, giving you a moment to adjust to his size. Once you give the go ahead, he starts shallowly thrusting, drawing low moans out of you.
Jareth moves his hands to grip at your hips, guiding your hips to meet his thrusts. “Ah, you take me so well Y/N… So good for me.” His chest is covered in a sheen of sweat and you can see the muscles in his stomach and arms flexing as he makes love to you. You cry out in pleasure when he grips the underside of one of your thighs to throw it over his shoulder, pounding deeper into you with this new angle. He brings the hand that isn’t holding your leg down to rub tight circles on your clit causing your back to arch and you cry out his name.
At the sound of his name leaving your lips in such a way he picks up the pace of his thrusts, low grunts and pants leaving his throat. Your thighs begin to tremble as an orgasm slowly starts to root in your lower belly. “Jareth, just like that… I’m gonna-”
“Cum for me… You’re so good, finish for me sweetheart.” His thrusts started to turn erratic as he worked to bring you to your release. Once that coil in your belly snapped, his thrusts lost all sense of rhythm as he chased his own release. He bottomed out as he released his load into you, painting your insides with his cum. You both stayed like that for a few moments as you rode out your highs, trying to catch your breath.
When he finally pulled out of you, you could feel his hot load leak out of your spent pussy. Jareth leaned back to watch it, completely entranced with the sight before him. He wanted no other to see you this way, he decided now that he was going to marry you. You would rule his kingdom by his side and he would have it no other way.
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(I know it's called a "crop" or whatever but I call it a "switch" so 🤭🤭🤭)
You were on your knees before the Goblin King.
He tilted his head, a cheeky smirk on his face. Jareth kneeled down on one knee to get on your level. "Oh, how darling you look," he taunted. He always taunted you- lovingly, of course, Jareth wouldn't ever be anything but adoring towards you, albeit his teasing. Giving a playful jab was one of his many ways of showing his fondness (infatuation) with you.
His elbow rested atop his knee, and he leaned in, his lips about an inch and a half from yours. Jareth brought his switch to your right cheek, slowly turning your head away as though getting a good look at you. The switch grazed down your cheek and pressed on the soft underside of your chin, lifting your head to look him in the eyes.
"What a stunning creature you are."
#pinkie speakie#jareth#jareth x reader#jareth the goblin king x reader#jareth the goblin king#labyrinth 1986#imagine#fanfiction imagine#scenarios#labyrinth#pink's fanfic
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Finally happy with the expressions! Now I can start coloring
#art#my art#drawing#illustration#original character#fanart#comic#horror#sarah williams#jareth#hoggle#bee#ludo#toby williams#ao3 fanfic#labyrinth
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Gather round Labyrinth fic writers, if you want to write a ballroom scene in your Labyrinth fanfic; instead of putting the reader/character in a modern prom dress/ballgown, please consider:
1830s meets 1980s meets Tudor era
#threw in some alternate colors bc like#yeah#anyway#labyrinth fanfic#labyrinth#labyrinth 1986#jim henson#jareth x reader
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Jareth x GN reader
Warnings: none. The term “queen” is used but not supposed to be seen as a gendered name in Jareth’s silly little eyes.
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A beautiful day in the Labyrinth! The sun was warm against my skin, I was working in the garden, it was great! I had my hair tied back with a bandana as to not get in my way and wore more informal clothes. I hummed as I worked, the labryinth gardens were always stunning.
“Excuse me? Could you help me?” I turned around to see a teenage girl in a white shirt. She had long black hair clipped away from her eyes and big hazel eyes.
I had never seen her before.
“Oh? Hello.. I’ve never seen you around here before,” I held my hand out, “I’m y/n.” I spoke with a certain warmth that had grown with me from living in the labryinth. She took my hand and shook it.
“Sarah, Sarah Williams.”
“SARAH??? SARAH???!!!!” Hoggle came hobbling through the bushes. I looked at him, sort of curious.
“Hoggle?”
“Oh! Y/n!?” He bowed his head in respect,
“Nonsense, I told you to stop with that.. you know Ms.Williams?” He crossed his arms,
“We have a deal.” I nodded a bit confused, she looked at me again.
“Do you know how to get to the castle beyond the goblin city?”
I nodded, “yes, I do. Is there something you need from the king?” She nodded frantically.
“Yes, yes. He gave me thirteen hours to solve the labryinth, he has my baby brother!” The realization hit me like a truck.
“Oh, so you’re running the labryinth… Hoggle is helping you..?” He looked at me, nervous. “You know the king will have your ass for that.”
“I ain’t doin’ nothin’! Like I said, we have a deal.” I look back at Sarah, and around the labryinth, making sure Jareth isn’t in sight, but knowing that he’s watching. I decide to humor him a bit.
“Look Sarah, I can take you as far as I can go, but I can’t promise anything. It won’t be far… but I know my way around.” Hoggle instantly seemed suspicious, but then again he had every right to be. The girl was filled with hope as I put the watering bucket down.
“Come along.” I started heading through the hedges, through ways she would have never found. I knew Jareth was messing with the Labryinth. Some passages were moved off. It was only a few minutes when I knew he was near.
“This is as far as I can take you.”
“You’re just going to leave us here!”
“Hey- I said I’d take you as far as I could go. Unlike some of you, I don’t want my head on the kings wall.”
“You’re just scared.” She spit out.
“Scared or smart? You choose.” I suddenly felt a looming presence.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” An older goblin, hunched over.
“Nothin’” Hoggle knew what was going on.
“Nothing? Nothing? Nothing tralalal?!” I took a few steps back myself, smirking to myself as Jareth revealed that it was him in all his glory. He always liked big entrances.
Hoggle gasped, “your majesty!” He bowed. Jareth spotted me, he had a playful glint.
“Are you two helping the runner?”
“No your majesty.”
“No sir,” Jareth’s eyes held a playful look, enjoying himself immensely.
“I’ll banish you both to the bog of eternal stench. You two better watch yourself.” Hoggle fell to his knees, begging. I didn’t bother as much to nod. He wouldn’t do anything to me, and I knew it. I rolled my eyes a bit as I watched him work, intimidating Sarah and eventually cheating her out. Suddenly the cleaners started to come, he disappeared and I climbed up the ladder, watching Sarah and Hoggle run. I shrugged and figured I’d never see them again as I climbed out the passage. I started my way back through the hedges as I felt two arms snake around my waist.
“You didn’t seem very frightened by my threat, my love.”
Jareth, of course. My husband.
“You wouldn’t, you love me too much.”
“Perhaps.. what were you doing with the runner.”
“I knew you’d catch up with us, so I wanted to have some fun with it. That’s all. Don’t worry, I didn’t even lead her towards the castle.” I could feel him chuckle.
“Good, pet. Why don’t you come back to the castle with me, hm?”
I smiled to myself and let him take my hand.
“Sure, I’ve got nothing I need to be doing.”
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It had been a few hours since my interaction with Sarah Williams. I had sat in the throne room with Jareth as he obsessed over his runner. The goblins kept taunting the poor baby. Suddenly, a goblin ran in and informed Jareth that she was inside the city. He sent his goblins out and left to god knows where. I sat on his throne, lounging in the sun. It was a very nice day for the mood that Jareth was in. Suddenly a voice disrupted me.
“Y/n…?” I looked across the room to see Sarah.
“Damn- you really made it? With half an hour to spare..”
“What are you doing..? Why are you on his throne.. we thought that he took you prisoner.. I can help you.. I can get you home.” I smiled at her generosity.
“Home? Sweetheart, what do you mean?”
“I see you’ve met my queen, Sarah.” Jareth was standing there, eyeing her like prey as she talked to me. Obviously displeased with her wanting to take me away.
“Queen? You’re working with him Y/n? I thought you were a human?”
“Oh? I am.. Jareth is my husband.” I held up my hand, showing off the ring on my finger. Sarah went to look over at Jareth but he was gone.
“I’ve got to go find Toby!” She looked back at me on the throne, a look of pity on her face, as she ran through the stairway. I didn’t follow, I knew the routine, I had done it myself. I knew how this would work, down to the very words she’d say. It didn’t take long for Jareth to return to me, head hung low, a scowl on his face.
I frowned as he walked over, I stood up and let him sit on his throne, placing myself on his lap. I kissed his cheek.
“Bratty girl..” he mumbled.
“Did she insult you?”
He glared, obviously she did. I twirled one of his strands of hair,
“Poor thing.. it’s okay,”
“She insulted you.”
Oh.. oh?
“Me?”
“Yeah. She said you were brainwashed into staying with me… is that true..?”
“Absolutely not.” I spit out, “I love you Jareth. If I didn’t, I would have left a long time ago.”
“Yes.. you’re right. You are the queen after all.” I smiled and kissed him gently, the sun setting.
“It was funny seeing her shocked face.. you should do that more often.” He spoke, surprisingly.
“Anything for you, my love.”
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-Ghoastix
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MEMORIES LOST — Jareth x ofc/fem reader. Ch. 1.
Summary: A mysterious woman falls into the Underground, claiming she does not have memories and not knowing why she is there. Jareth, who's bored and taking slight pity on her, takes her under his wing to ease some of his own misery. Post Labyrinth (1986).
Warnings: nudity, masturbation, voyeurism, manipulation, corruption, smut in general.
Word count: 1,377.
Note: female character is named Leah, but no physical characteristics (such as skin color, hair, eyes, etc.) are described on this story. Feel free to imagine how she looks like.
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This fanfiction is also posted in Ao3 under the name undyingfidelity.
Chapter 1. | Chapter 2. | Chapter 3.
Jareth remembered vividly that day when the woman fell to the Underground.
Sitting lonely on the oblong dark table by himself, he had dedicated the last minutes of his day to eat - almost against his will - the well-done dinner the goblins prepared specially for him. Defeated and feeling weak, Jareth spent the last months trying to forget everything about Sarah and her brother. It was ridiculous. How he had become this bored, shattered man on his own. Of course, his own goblins were kind of fools, easy enough to get them to do whatever he wanted, but it wasn't enough. Jareth swallowed a bite of the exquisite steak, and even if it was fair delicious, his mood often shattered down the smallest of the pleasures he still was able to enjoy as a King, including something as mundane as eating.
But that same night, a little old goblin quickly made his way to Jareth, squeaking and muttering unintelligible noises as if trying to say something but couldn't catch any of his babbling.
"What is it?" he questioned, rather annoyed.
"Majesty, Majesty! A woman! She’s fallen into the Labyrinth!"
A woman? He frowned. No, it couldn't be her. Sarah knew how to summon him and it was completely impossible for someone to enter just like that.
"Goblins found her, Majesty! You must come!"
Were the goblins sure it was really a woman? Worst, she might be even human. Jareth hesitated for a moment after remaining silent. He got on his feet quickly forgetting the dinner, scaring away his subject.
"Lead the way," he ordered.
The little creature guided Jareth to come to the Castle gates, where a small crowd was there murmuring and surrounding the so-said woman, who seemed to lie down on the hard concrete. Once the King appeared, the goblins started to make room for him to get closer to the lady. She was graciously asleep over some piled-up clothes that might have been improvised by the goblins to give her some sort of comfort on the hard ground, and a large beige gown adorned her figure as her chest rose in a calm way, just as the look on her face. How was this possible? He didn't know, but she was right there. He bent down slowly, taking better sight of her.
"Has she been asleep since you found her?"
"Yes, Majesty!" the goblin who guided Jareth said behind his back. "She's been sleeping like a log!"
Jareth came closer, prudent of each one of his moves, noticing a shiny necklace hanging around her neck preciously with a black pearl stone decorating her skin. Fascinated by it, his fingers brushed over the pearl softly. A soft breath went past the woman's lips, her eyes opening wide at the sudden touch. The goblin king backed up a little, letting the mysterious woman sit down in horrid, and before her, the quite grand number of creatures watching her attentively as she moved slowly, feeling eyes over her.
"Where am I?" she panted, looking at the man who looked as human as she did.
"This is the Goblin City, and you're trespassing my kingdom," Jareth explained to her. He was standing tall, towering over her and she looked at him from down below.
"How is it that I am here," she mumbled, holding a cry. Her eyes scanned her surroundings, the unknown place she fell on was strange and she started to feel she was unwelcome there.
The piercing eyes of the man were all scanning the woman, who was kneeling quietly before going to her feet.
"Where are you from?" Jareth questioned her, the globins made enough space around their king and their visitor so she could not escape in case she tried to.
"I- I don't know... I don't remember anything," she stammered, scared of the king.
Jareth tried to go over her mind and thoughts but found nothing, but a blank space and a word that might seem like a name, repeating constantly in her head.
"Do you have a name?"
The woman blinked and swallowed hard before speaking softly again.
"Leah."
Leah.
Leah.
Leah.
Her name was spinning in his head like it was the first time. Jareth took her to the castle after learning he could not read her mind nor find a single memory, which was certainly unusual. However, he felt some sort of compassion in his heart, and the sentiment was strong enough to make him decide to take her with him. Jareth let her settle down in one of the rooms he had and ordered the goblins to take whatever she needed. But as time grew, Leah found herself in debt after not doing more than the bare minimum - such as eating, cleaning her room, reading books from the library, and taking strolls in the city, or at least, what she could see from it.
Jareth wasn't really fond of Leah going out of the castle, but he understood she needed to go out for some time. After two days, she came in very happy of having encountered a new friend. Let's say Hoggle's name was not the best thing to hear for Jareth that day. He still had a bitter feeling over the dwarf, so knowing Leah had befriended him was not good news at all. But he let it slip away, just for her.
Days later, Leah found herself wanting to help in the castle, so she shyly asked Jareth for it. That's another thing he will never forget.
It was, perhaps, the third time in the five days she has been in the castle, that she had dinner with him. Leah normally would be very quiet, but she was right there sitting on the table some feet away from Jareth, asking if she was able to do some of the work along with the goblins.
"Are you getting bored?" Jareth simply asked, a light smirk forming on his lips.
Her face grew hot at his eyes lurking on her. "Maybe..."
"Tell me something you can offer me to have you working around," he told.
"I am interested in cooking, I can learn!"
Leah didn't know a single thing, more than her own name. Jareth tried to read her again after some time, and he just found her hesitant under his gaze. Jareth was very aware he was terrifying and he loved that, mostly because he spent years and years bored and defeated, but having Leah as a companion sometimes was interesting, just like that night.
"You can, certainly."
"Really?" the woman seemed to be taken by surprise.
"If that's what you want, you can go on. The goblins will help you with learning all you want to learn, and you can serve me."
"I will" A smile curled on her pretty face, and Jareth took a great liking to her determination.
He stayed within her thoughts, finding passion and happiness in her head, with so much anticipation of what she would learn. She didn't look past thirty human years, so it was quite curious for Jareth how she lost her memory. Jareth of course would find a way how to do that but decided to wait a little bit more. He got on his feet, his silver plate and the goblet were left empty as he walked toward Leah, who was still in her seat. His gloved right hand cupped her cheek and rubbed it softly with his thumb.
"Why don't you start now, clean the dining room," he ordered.
She felt the heat rising on her, not sure why he was provoking that type of reaction on her body and soul, but his touch, even when the glove was on, felt right and good. And Jareth, of course, noticed this. Leah nodded, holding his gaze, feeling hypnotized by his beautiful and deep eyes. A mischievous smile drew on his face before letting go of her and walking outside the dining room. Oh, she was going to be so much fun to be with.
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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI
tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen
warnings: swearing, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids)
AN: happy Valentine’s Day! Hopefully it was better than mine! Without further ado, the yearly jareth fic.
Jareth was growing frustrated, trying to pull my shirt off while still kissing me. I giggled at his attempts, pulling his shirt out of his pants.
“blasted thing.” He muttered as he finally got it off. “Much better now don’t you think?” I reached up and tugged on his hair, forcing him back into the kiss.
“shut up.” I breathed out as a whirl of magic took us from the corridor to our room. Jareth quickly pulled off the rest of our clothes and helped me settle in the middle of the bed. “Jareth…please…” I whimpered.
“please what my darling?” He chuckled, nose ghosting over my neck. “You’re going to have to use your words.”
“need you. Please.” I breathed out, fingers getting lost his hair as he finally closed the gap and kissed my neck. I tugged on his hair as I felt him gently nip up towards my jawline. “Need you now jareth.”
“As you wish.” He said with a dark chuckle. Kissing me deeply, jareth entered me in a single thrust. My moan was stopped by his tongue exploring my mouth. I released his hair and wrapped my arms around his neck, slowly making out with him as he waited for me to adjust to his size. “Ready?” Jareth whispered. I nodded, burying my face in his neck. His hair tickled my face as he slowly started to thrust into me.
“Oh fuck jareth.” I whimpered. “My king.” Jareth growled as his hands explored my hips. “My love.”
“fuck.” Jareth groaned. I dug my nails into his back as he sped up. With another kiss, we both fell over the edge. Jareth leisurely pumped into me as we came down, drawing out the wave of pleasure. Once it had passed, he gently pulled out and laid down next to me. We were quiet for a moment, trying to collect our thoughts.
“wow.” I breathed out with a giggle. Jareth turned to look at me, reaching out to brush a stray hair out of my face. “Best present ever.” Jareth smiled at me before pulling me into his chest.
“I’m glad you think so.” He said before kissing me softly.
#Jareth#jareth the goblin king#jareth fanfiction#jareth fanfic#jareth imagine#jareth x reader#david bowie#david bowie fanfic#david bowie fanfiction#david bowie imagine#david bowie x reader
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When you read a fanfic, you prefer the ones that directly address the reader, for example: "she takes your hand and lays a soft kiss on it". Or the ones that speak in third person (create an oc??) but don't give a description of the character, so you can feel identified anyway? Like: "she took their hand, depositing a soft kiss on it"?
When it comes to writing it, for me, the second option is much more comfortable and natural, although I don't know if anyone would be willing to read something like that? Akshdhd I'm writing this anyway because it's what keeps me sane right now, but I suppose I could upload it if anyone would be interested in it?
The fanfic is from Labyrinth, 1986. I'm delving into the backstory of Jareth's character, the Goblin city, the fae world, and obviously there's romance.
I'm maybe cringe but I'm free. Thanks for your attention little Goblins, I'd love to read you <3 Oh, I forgot, I'm also doing drawings!!
#labyrinth 1986#jareth the goblin king#fanfic#Jareth fanfic#labyrinth fanfic#the goblin king#I'm asking seriously#<3#fanfics#fanfic questions
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i can't explain it but this is the reader's relationship with Jareth at the end of the day. He can't always have the upper hand
#jareth x reader#jareth fanfic#bowie#david bowie#jareth smut#bowieforever#jareth#labyrinth#labyrinth 1986#jareth the goblin king#the labyrinth 1986#the labyrinth#the goblin king#sarah williams
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Writers confident challenge! list your 5 writings you love the most! Reread them and tell yourself you are a gem to this world! and if you want, send this to the writers you like let them know how awesome they are! 💌
Thank you anon this took a minute! :D
1: Out From Twisting Pages - my longest work so far but my most beloved. This fic has helped me work out depression and trauma and is almost 2 years old! (Labyrinth Jareth x GN Reader)
2: Reaper - Second in my Spitfire Series. While the first is more popular I loved writing this. This developed my characteristic Soft! Simon (COD Simon x GN reader)
3: Our Shattered Heart - I loved this! I love the Smiths and still can't believe they led me to Writing Poly for the first time! I always reread this and enjoy it lol. (Cod 141 x GN reader)
4: Hypnogogic - A little untraditional as it is a poetry post but this I cried to while writing. (COD Simon x reader Angst)
5: On the Same Page series - I started then a little after getting my first library job! This fic helps me to relax. (COD Simon x Reader Bookshop Au (fem terms but not too many))
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Dreams - Part Three
You've had uncomfortably vivid dreams since your last meeting with Jareth. One night takes it too far and you decide to confront him about it.
Jareth x fem!reader
Rating: Mature. Minors, please do not interact.
Word Count: 3,600
Warnings: Mentions of bad dreams and sleeplessness, stalking, mild equinophobia, fae bullshit.
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Once upon a time, you didn’t dream.
It had concerned you back then, made you wonder if there was something wrong with you. At any rate, you had suspected that the cause was a wild-haired fey king with mismatched eyes and a penchant for glitter.
You dreamed every night now. And this time, you knew the cause.
Jareth, the fae Goblin King, had done this to you. You weren’t entirely certain how, but you there was no other reason you would be back in that damned labyrinth every time you closed your eyes. Especially since your last meeting - in a dream, of course - had ended with him threatening to track you down no matter how far you ran.
There were a lot of other activities that took place during that meeting, but you tried not to think too hard about them. It wasn’t difficult. You were often too tired to think about anything other than things that were necessary to function in your everyday life.
You saw Jareth, of course. Not terribly often and never close-up, but he was clearly keeping tabs on you. Sometimes, you would round a street corner only to see him disappearing behind a building in the distance. Or you would catch the scent of glitter and magic in the air when the heating kicked on at your job. Or you would come home, darkness pressing against the outside of the open blinds, and find that a single owl feather on the exterior windowsill.
The Goblin King had definitely not disappeared. The only thing you couldn’t understand was why he hadn’t made his move. You understood fae patience, but he had everything he needed to find you. He had found you. So why was he following you around and inflicting the dreams on you instead of doing something more concrete?
Perhaps he was waiting for the dreams to push you over the edge of your sanity. For no particular reason, the dreams seemed to be the worst part.
Any time you slept, you found yourself transported to the labyrinth. It was so close to being what you remembered from when you had run it almost a decade before. High stone walls stretching down either side of you until they met on the distant horizon. The labyrinth had always been impossibly large. Dead branches of fallen trees scattered the corridors and glitter coated random places along the way. When you had first seen them, you remembered wondering if those glitter-covered stones were where a runner’s time had run out. Once in a while, you would catch a glimpse of the twisted castle at the center of the labyrinth, looming in the distance like a fever dream.
And yet, no matter how similar this labyrinth was to the one in your memories, it was not quite the same. It was just as big, just as glittery, but it seemed empty. This dream labyrinth was… desolate, somehow. Abandoned in a way you couldn’t quite put your finger on.
The labyrinth was, as always, ever-shifting. In your dreams, it seemed determined to keep you on the outside. No matter which of your tricks you used, you never managed to work your way into the interior of the maze. You were always stuck in the long exterior walkways meant to exhaust and deter runners. It was frustrating, to put it lightly.
The worst part, however, was that the dreams were anything but restful. When you woke up from your nocturnal visits to the labyrinth, it felt as though you had gotten minutes of rest instead of hours. The exhaustion was wearing on you, even more so than the dreams themselves.
You were in one of those less-than-restful dreams now.
This was either your third or fourth stone corridor - you couldn’t remember, and the nights blended together behind you. Dreams of the labyrinth didn’t fade with time, acting more like memories than true dreams in your mind. In any case, you weren’t going to make much more progress that night. You could feel time passing outside of the dream and you could only hope your alarm would blare soon. The only reason you kept walking is because you refused to stare blankly at a glittering stone wall for the rest of the time before you woke up. The very thought made you want to scream.
Eyeballs on fungal stalks watched you move past and you flipped them off as you went. They didn’t seem offended, though one blinked when you kicked a chunk of rock ahead of you. It skittered down the walkway ahead of you, and your spine tingled as you realized the sound of stone on stone was growing louder instead of fading away. That worry didn’t disappear when you caught up with the then-still rock, passing it as the sound continued to grow louder.
You were close to a corner of the labyrinth by that point and your pace picked up slightly as you stepped into another corridor. Maybe the source of the noise would come into view. Maybe that would even be a good thing, though you weren’t holding your breath.
As you hurried down the new corridor, the noise grew louder and the pace of it - once steady - had increased dramatically. You felt an odd shift in the air of the labyrinth a bare millisecond before a shape emerged from around the next corner.
The stretches of rock, weeds, and glitter that made up the outer edges of the labyrinth were ridiculously, impossibly long, and it was difficult for you to see what the shape was, but it seemed wrong. How, you weren’t certain, but it strained your already-taut nerves. The rhythmic sound continued to grow louder, though it stayed at that increased pace… and you suddenly realized what it was.
Hoofbeats.
You frowned even as your feet slowed. If that was a horse, it was a truly massive one. At least the size of a Shire horse, if not a little bigger, and approaching faster than you could believe. In fact, you wondered if you should turn back the way you had come. You wouldn’t be able to outrun the horse, but anything would be better than approaching it head-on.
You weren’t afraid of horses. That much was a constant in your life. You had never gotten the chance to spend a lot of time around the animals, but they didn’t make you nervous. But surely being afraid to face down a behemoth horse galloping in a narrow stone walkway was proof of self-preservation instead of fear.
Even in the moments you had taken to consider turning back, the horse had nearly halved the distance between you. It was still at a distance that made it difficult to see clearly, but it was much closer than it had been before. By that point, you could see that it was a horse, it was larger than any horse you had ever seen, and that you were scared.
Before you could really process what was happening, you had spun on the toe of your shoe and started running as fast as you could in the opposite direction. It wasn’t a pace you could keep up long-term, but all you needed was a little bit of space.
Suddenly, the labyrinth was open beside you. For all of the time you had spent searching for the optical illusion of the openings in the walls, you had never found one. But now, the labyrinth seemed to be urging you further into its heart. You would normally find that suspicious, but the pounding of hoofbeats behind you was closer than ever, close enough that you could feel each percussive strike of a shod hoof against the ground rattling your ribcage.
You tore through the gap in the labyrinth’s walls, hurling yourself against the opposite wall and ricocheting off. When you had caught your balance, you started moving in the direction the horse was approaching from. With any luck, it would keep running and you would keep running and both of you would end up as far away from each other as possible in your individual lanes of stone.
Beside you, the labyrinth rebuilt itself. Previously, you had only seen the aftereffects of it moving - changed layouts, new passages, courtyards that went missing between one glance and the next - but you had never seen it in motion. It was still incredibly quick, but you could see the slight upward motion of the wall before your eyes, like the labyrinth was building it from the ground up, but impossibly quickly.
Speaking of impossible speed… the hoofbeats were already on the other side of the new wall. There was no way it should be there already, even with the pace you had seen it traveling. You froze when the hoofbeats abruptly stopped, and you staggered to a halt at the apex of your run so you could listen intently. Breath whooshed through nostrils as the horse shifted its weight.
You were panting from the effort of running, but you clapped a hand over your mouth to muffle your gasped breaths. Maybe you had seen too many horror movies, but you had a strong fear that a single sound from you would make something dramatically bad happen.
The horse took a step. Then another. It started walking in the direction you had come from and you stood listening for far longer than you thought necessary. But that still wasn’t long enough for your heart rate to ease to a speed that wouldn’t lead to you passing out in one of the glitter piles.
When you could move again, you took careful steps until you could press a hand against the wall that had saved you. The stone was warm under your hand, rough and solid as every other wall in the labyrinth.
You preemptively shut down any stray feelings of gratitude that may try to surface. “I’m not going to thank you for saving me. You’re the one who kept me out of here all this time.”
Then you felt stupid for talking to a wall, so you quickly turned and hurried down the corridor in the direction you had been walking. Or, at least, that had been the plan. Your foot collided with a fallen tree trunk - not large enough to hurt you, but large enough to make you trip. You narrowly avoided falling flat on your face, but the sounds of your shoes against the stone ground was loud.
Every muscle in your body tensed, the tension skyrocketing to levels that made your throat tight. It didn’t plateau, either. It ratcheted higher and higher until you were ready to scream… but the sound of hooves pounding against stone snapped the tension so thoroughly that all you could do was start sprinting down the corridor.
The hoofbeats came up on you, again with that impossible quickness, and you glanced back over your shoulder in terror. You caught sight of a black shape surging up and over the wall of the labyrinth and your knees went weak with terror.
When you opened your eyes, they started searching the ceiling of your room for any hint of a giant black horse. There was none, of course, but you still struggled to get your breathing under control. You were panting, your lungs aching with the effort of trying to outrun the beast. A sheen of sweat covered your body and you grimaced at the dampness of your pajamas and the sheets under you. Your top sheet and comforter had been spared only because you had kicked them off so violently that they lay in a heap on the floor beside your bed.
As soon as you were fully awake and cognizant of the lack of danger, your wide-eyed stare turned into a glare. You hadn’t slept well in so long. The dreams of the labyrinth left you with a sense that you had spent all night wandering rather than resting, but you had never woken up mid-dream. Then again, you had never been chased in your dreams, either.
In any case, this really was too much, and you decided to do something about it. Unfortunately, the only thing you could do was find Jareth.
Finding him was a remarkably simple process. The employees at a local coffee shop had given you an odd look when you asked to sit outside. It was early spring and winter still lurked in the night. It was nearly an hour until dawn, and the air hung cold and humid.
Still, they had said the patio was open. You stepped outside with your beverage and chose a seat facing the sidewalk. Then all you had to do was wait.
It took longer than you had expected, but really only a few minutes had passed when you watched Jareth approach. His hair was just as wild as ever, but he had traded glitter and skintight pants for leather gloves and a peacoat.
The Goblin King took a seat next to you, comfortable as if you were old friends. He settled into the chair and lifted a cup to his lips. He definitely hadn’t gone inside, but your memory went fuzzy if you tried to remember whether he had always had a drink with him. But the logo under the clutch of his slender fingers was… wrong, somehow.
And that answered your question.
“I’m having trouble sleeping,” you told him, continuing the mimicry of friendship you had apparently adopted in the early morning.
“I confess myself surprised,” Jareth replied. His voice was exactly as smooth and cool as you had remembered it being. “I would have thought you would be weary from the effort of avoiding me.”
“You mean the occasional glimpses of you on the other side of the street or disappearing around the corner of a hallway at my work?” You snorted. “Hardly takes effort to ignore that.”
It didn’t sound as derisive as you meant it to, even with the snort. To distract yourself from how not-rude you had sounded, you continued on.
“I keep dreaming about the labyrinth.”
Jareth took a sip from the cup he held. It smelled delicious, but you refused to ask what it was. Not only was he unlikely to answer, but he also may offer you some. Something warned that you wouldn’t be able to decline, and then you would be caught.
“That does happen.”
It was a non-answer - not particularly surprising from Jareth, but definitely frustrating. You shifted slightly and Jareth glanced over. He had been studying you every time he believed you weren’t looking, which was also frustrating. It made thinking difficult.
“I need you to make it not happen anymore,” you said eventually. “I can’t keep functioning like this.”
Jareth set the cup down on the table in favor of folding his hands on the cold metal surface. His expression shifted to something sympathetic, but tainted somehow. It was the facial expression equivalent of poisoned chocolate. “If I could…”
“Could you?” you asked, skepticism heavy in your voice. Maybe it was uncalled for… but if you were to guess from the mischief glittering in his mismatched eyes, you doubted it. “Would you?”
“No.”
It was a simple answer, but you didn’t give him credit for it. He didn’t have much choice in answering a direct question, especially since he couldn’t lie.
“And why can’t you?” you asked. “You control the labyrinth and everything in it.”
“Mmm… Not precisely.” His attention shifted back to the sidewalk, where people dressed for the work day were beginning to pass regularly. The ones who noticed you and Jareth seemed bewildered at your presence outside, but you ignored them.
“Explain.”
“Ordering me about, pet?” Jareth smiled and his teeth looked far, far too sharp for comfort.
“Please.” It came far too late and through gritted teeth, but Jareth gave a slight incline of his head.
“I am the ruler of my land, which includes the labyrinth surrounding my castle. But it has a mind of its own and is not strictly my subject.” Jareth tipped his head back and peered upward. The light pollution of the city tinged the sky with rusty orange and obscured the clouds, but it was almost as if he could trace the constellations anyway. For all you knew, maybe he could. “The labyrinth and I share a bond. It fulfills my desires. I believe it is trying to bring us together because of that desire.”
“Then stop desiring me,” you bit out.
He rolled his head toward you, eyes bright and a grin stretching his mouth wide. “I could never.”
You gave a frustrated huff. “When will it stop?”
“When you are mine.” You couldn’t tell exactly what expression overtook your face at that, but it was clearly unpleasant. Jareth barked out a laugh, but offered an explanation anyway. “At the moment, the labyrinth calls you toward it when you are asleep, when your defenses down. But every time you see yourself there, its grip on you grows stronger. Eventually, it will bring you there during your waking hours. And then, you will never leave.”
“How?” you asked, voice soft with horror. “You have no power over me.”
“No,” he agreed. His voice was equally soft, but lacking all horror. “Have you not wondered why I’ve kept my distance? Your independence from me would have helped you resist the labyrinth as well.”
“That’s a technicality at best,” you hissed.
“My little champion…” The Goblin King’s eyes were soft, filled with a terrifying mixture of pity and mercilessness. “Did you really think you could leave the fae world and never be impacted by the time you spent there? Once you have been touched by the labyrinth, a normal human life is impossible.”
Processing that was nearly impossible and, when you did speak, your voice was hoarse. “But… I won…”
“Winning is never the end of the story - only a sign that you have been marked for bigger things.”
“Bigger things,” you repeated. “Like being pulled into the labyrinth in my dreams until I end up trapped there.”
Jareth inclined his head in acknowledgement of that. “It is too late to fight it. Perhaps it always has been. You will continue to fall further and further into our control until we have you, the labyrinth and I.”
“And if I destroy the labyrinth?”
Your question made Jareth smile. “If it allowed you to do such a thing, I would die with it. Among other things.”
That didn’t sound all bad to you, though… “What other things?”
“I believe I have given you enough to occupy your mind,” he said.
“You can’t lie.”
Jareth shook his head, taking another drink. The incredible smell grew stronger around you. “I am not obligated to tell you everything simply because I cannot lie. We must leave some mysteries for later, my little champion.”
That was so ominous that you needed a moment to soak it in. You let your mind escape for a moment, allowing the beauty of the creeping dawn to distract you. Jareth watched the sun rise in silence, seeming utterly content at your side. As the night turned to day around you both, a customer moved as if to join you on the patio, but seemed to think better of it.
Even the threat of an interruption was enough to bring you to your senses. Time was short. You glanced over to find Jareth already watching you, too. “So you can’t stop the dreams because they’re being caused by the labyrinth itself.”
“Yes.”
You got to your feet, finishing your drink with a gulp and tossing it into a nearby trashcan. “What a waste of a conversation.”
Jareth seemed unbothered by your ire, if you were to judge from his chuckle.
You paused before you left the patio completely, glaring down at him. “If you can’t stop the dreams, can you at least keep other people out of the labyrinth?”
“There are no others in the labyrinth at the moment,” Jareth told you, head tipped back as he watched a bird flit past overhead. “I should know.”
“People, horses…” You waved a hand at him. “Whatever. Just keep them out.”
Abruptly, you seemed to be staring at a statue. Jareth had frozen, his mouth the only thing moving. “Horses.”
“...Yeah.” The intensity of his look was almost too much to bear. It almost felt like those mismatched eyes were going to strip the skin from your skull. “I think the noise is what woke me up. The shoes, you know?”
“The shoes.” Jareth tilted his head slowly. It put you in mind of a snake hypnotizing its prey. “Did this horse have a rider?”
“I don’t know. I mean, you’re the one who said there was no one else in the labyrinth, so I guess not,” you reminded him, frowning. “Listen, I have to-”
Jareth was on his feet before you registered him moving. You reeled back, only to be caught in his grip. His fingers had latched onto your shoulders, clutching so tightly that you could only hope to escape with mere bruises.
“Was there a rider?”
The demand was loud, especially coming from so close. You blinked, already shaking your head. “I’m not sure! I only caught a look at it. It just looked… big. There may have been someone on its back, but I was too busy running to pay much attention.”
“Big.” You nodded and Jareth released you. “I will return directly.”
It wasn’t that your vision blurred or faded. It was like you felt a sudden and intense need to look anywhere else. When you gathered yourself enough to look back at Jareth, he was gone.
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Author's Note - A long-awaited update! Thank you for your patience, and to everyone who left kind words on the first two parts. You can expect another (spicy) part tomorrow.
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so jareth and lost child reader who goes into the labyrinth on accident and gets stuck there, so jareth sorta becomes like a semi-distant caretaker to the child, gender neutral PLEASE
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Summary: As a child lost in the Labyrinth, it can be both a fun, exhilarating experience, and a terrifying, confusing experience. Luckily, you're being looked after by the Goblin King himself.
Warning(s): None
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~At first, Jareth was sarcastically thinking:
"How grand. A child, of all things. I bet I'll be hearing it screaming all the way from my castle."
~He then found himself viewing your journey through his crystal balls, saving you at the last minute if you were in danger, and finding it amusing when you were so proud of yourself for solving a puzzle.
~It did not take very long for the Goblin King to realize that he had grown fond of you.
~Jareth occasionally shows up to taunt you and give you more challenges. He won't go easy on you just because you're a child. But, if you perhaps start feeling overwhelmed and you shut your eyes in fear, suddenly the thing that had been threatening you disappears into thin air. He pushes you around and tests you to find out what you can and can't handle.
~For awhile, it's as though you're simply a piece of entertainment for him. He keeps poking at you and teasing you.
~This is because he thinks you're cute. You're cute when you get upset, you're cute when you're trying to outsmart him, you're cute when you're intimidated by the big scary Goblin King. So, he keeps pushing you around to get a reaction. For awhile, he acts more like a bratty older brother, rather than a father figure.
~Jareth will grow softer towards you. He eventually takes pity when he sees you growing genuinely frustrated and fidgeting because your feet hurt from walking. First, he decides to materialize out of nowhere to spook you. Then, he helps you out. He won't give you answers, nor will he simply let you through whatever challenge he has set up for you, but he'll give you hints, and walk you through it until you figure it out.
~Imagine a patient teacher helping you figure out a math problem.
~You may notice that he has more of a soft and proud look to his expression when you solve the challenge.
~From this point on you're his kid now YAY
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