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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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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.

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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anne-chloe · 4 months

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Underground | V |

Jareth/Goblin King x F! Reader

Summary : Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, you fought your way to the castle beyond the Goblin City to make a new deal with the King himself.

What were you to do now?

The door had opened up into a large plain area, and just in front of you stood the entrance to the Goblin City. The door had vanished behind you the moment you entered through, meaning that there was no turning back and no backtracking.

You had approached the guard and found him fast asleep, snoring loudly at the gate he was supposed to be watching. The gate was simply too heavy for you to move by yourself. You tried pushing; you tried pulling. To no avail it wouldn't budge.

You resisted the urge to scream in frustration. You resisted the urge to stomp your foot like a child having a tantrum. You'd come so far, only to be defeated by a gate. It was incredibly pathetic; you didn't know whether you should laugh or cry at the very idea.

How would that conversation even go between the Goblin King and Harry? "Sorry, your ex couldn't figure out how to open a simple gate. I'm going to turn you into a goblin now, forever." You imagined that the Goblin King was watching you somewhere, cackling in joy that you had failed in such a pathetic way.

"Stupid gate," you huffed loudly, not caring if your ranting would wake the guard up. If anything, you wanted him to be awake so he could let you in. But, actually, would he let you in? Seeing as he was one of the guards, shouldn't that mean he was supposed to deliberately keep you out? You sighed, tipping your head forwards. What use would that even be? You couldn't open the damn thing!

Then, the guard began to stir from his sleep. You glanced nervously at him, wondering what the reaction would be. Would it go in your favour, or would be chase you away with that incredibly pointy stick of his? You'd rather not be poked and prodded with it; it looked like it would hurt quite a bit.

"Ah! Human!" The goblin shouted, snatching his stick that rested next to him. He then held it up, pointing the sharp end directly at you. You flinched back and held your hands up nervously, as if to surrender yourself, or to show that you weren't a threat to his position. "'Ts me job to keep ya out! Get back! Our King won't be 'appy if i's fail!"

You gasped as the goblin took a swing at you. The tip of his spear glided across your jumper, fearing a hole down the front. Luckily, you were wearing another shirt underneath, or else this would have been insanely embarrassing on your behalf. You dropped your hands to your sides, your hand brushing against your pocket.

Your pocket.

Something was in your pocket!

The crystal ball from earlier. You eagerly reached in and pulled it out, not being able to resist smirking at the unsuspecting goblin that was still yelling at you to leave. Then, you pulled your arm back and aimed the crystal ball at the goblin, planning on hitting him in the face with it, or maybe the chest, just to get him to let go of the spear so you could snatch it and threaten him with it. Reverse the tables, turn your favours back to you.

The crystal ball flew through the air. The goblins eyes flashed in recognition. He opened his mouth to shriek in surprise, or maybe for help, but he suddenly went very quiet as the ball collided with his body. You watched, startled, as a bright light consumed his body, and he vanished in an instant. You bolted over, picking up the abandoned spear and the crystal ball that dropped on the floor after hitting its target.

Inside, squirming around and continuing to yell, was the goblin.

Well, that worked out better than you had intended. You smiled apologetically at the goblin, "when I find the Goblin King, I'll ask him to let you out." You then placed the crystal ball into your pocket, muffling the goblins angry shouts.

If you could get to the Goblin King. You still had to figure out how to open the gate. You'd planned on threatening the goblin with his own spear to have him open the gate for you, but now he was trapped inside the crystal ball and you didn't have a clue how to get him out again. You thought that maybe you could throw it, like you had done originally, but what would happen if it then shattered?

You didn't want to kill a goblin, even if it was by accident.

You looked at the spear and picked it up from the ground. For such a small goblin, he was definitely given a huge weapon to wield. You twisted it around thoughtfully. If you couldn't open the gate, and you were taller and therefore stronger than the goblin, how would the goblin have done it?

You approached the gate slowly, glancing back at it between the spear.

You lifted the spear and gently tapped the end of it against the gate. You waited to baited breath to see if anything happened. Then, to your relief, the gate began to creak open. You bit back a laugh, shoulders shaking in glee that you had managed to solve this puzzle. You stepped through the gates, grinning to yourself and taking in the beginnings of the Goblin City.

"It's a human!"

Oh.

Right.

You broke out into a sprint as the gates started to close again, now trapping you inside its walls. Not wanting to get caught by any of the goblins, who seemed rather hostile towards your appearance, you ducked between houses to avoid their wrath. You listened as they rushed around frantically, gathering weapons of their own to defend the city and the castle from your intrusion.

You squealed as a pot rushed by your head, followed by spoons and plates. They smashed into the side of the house, and you realised that you couldn't hide for very long. Waiting for things to settle would be utterly useless. You darted from between the houses and scurried past a fountain, with little goblin faces as faucets as water trickled from their mouths.

You gasped in relief, legs searing in pain as you began thundering up the steps that directed you towards the castle. Household items continued to be launched after you as you advanced further. The doors to the castle were wide open, almost like they were inviting you inside. You practically jumped through the doors and wasted no time in pushing them shut, effectively blocking off the goblins that had begun to attack you on sight. They pounded and yelled from the outside, and you pressed your back against the door to keep it shut tight.

Then, you stabbed the spear through the loops of the handles. You stepped back, watching tentatively as the doors shuddered and shook from the onslaught of goblins. But it didn't open. You felt relieved as you allowed a breathy, shaky laugh tumble from your lips at that wild, intense experience.

You were almost beaten to death with spoons.

How embarrassing.

You turned to face the entrance room, which was huge and rather intimidating. The entire castle was made of stone, and its decor was somewhat minimal. You'd have thought a glittery King like this one would have a taste for more popping decoration. While there were tapestries and paintings depicting a story untold, all of them with goblins and other mythical creatures, there were a few plants that hung like vines from the ceiling.

There were three different routes you could take. One to the left, one to the right, and one straight ahead. While your original goal was to find Harry and then the Goblin King, you had considered what the mimic in the mirror had suggested—to have your ex run through the labyrinth and face trials and tricks. For this to happen, you knew you needed to seek out the Goblin King.

You felt something compel you to take the left hallway. You had no reasoning other than a hunch that the Goblin King would be down the left hallway. So you followed your heart and listened to your shoes click in the echo that followed; you wandered purposefully through the castle, occasionally glancing at the paintings hung on the walls.

Then, another opening at the end. You approached the room with caution.

Inside was rather... messy. The room itself was grand, with a throne sat at the far end, and steps leading up to it. In the centre was a pit, two layers deep. Surrounding the edges of the room were various bits of furniture, all rather random and out of place. For a King, you were surprised that it wasn't more refined and put together—that it wasn't more clean. You eyed the hay and straw on the floor, and then the chicken that squawked from the corner of the room, its wings flapping as you entered further.

You turned around, glancing at every surface and every corner. There was another doorway, with a staircase that led upwards. Other than that, there wasn't much to see. The labyrinth was much more put together and delightful than this; you were rather disappointed.

"Lost?"

You felt the hairs on your arms prickle at the Goblin Kings voice. You turned around again, now facing the throne where he was perched. He hadn't been there moments ago...

You shook your head. "No. I'm right where I wanted to be."

The Goblin King rested his head in his hand, seeming very calm and collected considering that you were trespassing. "But your resolve has changed," he mused, his eyes twinkling in delight.

You were correct in thinking that the Goblin King had some interference with your reflection. It seemed as though he had been fully expecting your change of heart; he seemed pleased with this, like it was the outcome he desired. But why would he want you here instead of Harry?

"It has," you answered carefully.

There was a pause. You stared at the Goblin King, and he stared at you. Neither side dared to break the silence. You could hear the ticking of the clock as your timer drew to its end. The thirteen hours were nearly over. Yet, you weren't concerned about that at all.

You were concerned with how you were going to word out your desire to change the deal. To change your wish. To make it sound enticing for the King to accept.

The Goblin King let out an exasperated sigh as he stood to his feet. His boots clicked loudly against the stone as he descended down the steps, now sauntering towards you with impressive confidence. Though, you supposed he'd need to possess such confidence if he were to rule his very own domain. He reached his hand forward, his gloved fingers caressing your cheek with a particular restraint. You only stared at his face as he did this, observing him for any reaction. But he only seemed fascinated.

"I know the wish you desire to make," he then said, a knowing smirk tugging upwards at his face. He made it sound like he could delve into the deepest corners of your mind and scour your thoughts with ease. The thought didn't make you shudder in horror. "All you need to do is say it. Say it, and it shall be done."

You lifted your own hand and embraced his, which was still touching your face. He breathed in sharply at the action, and you felt your own lips twitch in amusement at it.

"I don't want Harry to become a goblin, and I don't want him to forget the pain he has caused me," you explained slowly, mulling over every single word with great care and thought. You didn't want to mess up. Words were power, and right now you were the most powerful in the world. "But I do want him to suffer. I want him to experience the labyrinth the same way any person would have. I want him to have that 13 hour time limit to find me."

The Goblin King snickered at the boldness of your desire. The way revenged seeped into every word spoken; the way malice was present in every syllable. It was this that made humans so interesting to him, the way they could embrace their darkness and demand unthinkable things.

You took in a deep breath. "I wish Harry and I could swap places."

The Goblin King pulled your hand to his face, his lips pressing firmly to your knuckles. You flustered at the action, having not expected something so intimate to happen. He looked up through his eyelashes, his smile pressing against your skin.

"For you, my dear, I'll do anything."

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somedaylazysomeday · 1 year

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SomedayLazySomeday's Masterlist

Hey, friends! Here is the collection of everything I’ve written up to this point. Fics have their own page to keep things neat, and those links are posted under the media to which they belong.

All fics feature a female reader with minimal physical description and no use of ‘Y/N’. All of these works are rated mature or explicit and are not intended for minors. Please take note of the warnings listed on the chapter links for each fic.

Thanks for reading and enjoy!

- Ink

Arcane (2021)

Good Intentions - Silco x fem!reader. - 54.7k words. Reader runs a charitable organization, the Haven, which seeks to help people overcome their Shimmer addiction. Silco soon takes an intense interest in the Haven and the woman who operates it.

Noisy - Viktor x fem!reader. - 7.2k words. Reader is a student at the Piltover Academy and lives in student housing, one floor below Viktor. He’s a bit of an insomniac… and a noisy one at that.

Avengers (2012)

Cold - Loki x fem!reader. - 3k words. Reader is in a casual physical relationship with Loki. When she attends a party at Avengers Tower with someone else, he’s bothered by the idea that she’s ashamed of him. Themes of jealousy and minor monsterfucking.

Beetlejuice

A Deal with a Demon - Beetlejuice x fem!reader. - 13.3k words. Reader is a witch who’s a little down on her luck. She summons a demon for help, but he turns out to be very different from what she expected. Themes of magic, desperation, and monsterfucking.

Black Sails

Captured - Captain Charles Vane x fem!reader. - 9.1k words. Reader disguised herself as a man to cross the ocean, but her ship was captured by pirates who brought her on as a member of their crew. Vane eventually figures out the truth. Dub-con themes in Part One; mind the warnings!

The Boondock Saints

Na Buachaillí - Murphy MacManus x fem!reader, Connor MacManus x fem!reader. - 13k words. Reader is a high school science teacher working temp jobs over Christmas break to help pay for her divorce.

Ex Machina (2015)

Winner Take All - Nathan Bateman x fem!reader. - 11.6k words. Reader knows Nathan from MIT, and they constantly run into each other during trivia night at a local bar. Enemies to friends to lovers vibes.

The Gray Man (2022)

Paranoid - Lloyd Hansen x fem!reader. - 9.7k words. Reader runs into Lloyd and he takes a liking to her. She can’t say the same for him. Dark!fic with themes of non-con. Mind the warnings on this one!

The Hobbit

Dexterity - Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader. - 14.6k words. Reader sells wool at Erebor’s markets and is familiar with the king, handsome and aloof. But Thorin rapidly warms up when a storm forces her to stay in Erebor overnight…

A Boon - Elvenking Thranduil x fem!reader. - 20.2k words. Reader owns a bar in Lake-Town and is very unimpressed with the Elvenking, even as he slowly works to win her over. Enemies to lovers vibes.

Labyrinth

Dreams - Jareth x fem!reader. - 7.7k words. Reader wished away her college roommate, beat the labyrinth, and resisted the Goblin King. But he isn’t done with her yet… Themes of dark fae, magic, and predator/prey.

Random Jareth Fics - Jareth x fem!reader - 6.8k words. Reader is a teacher who was wished away by a young student. She becomes Jareth’s eyes and ears in the human world, working to keep his legend alive. Over time, she becomes less human, but an occasional need still arises.

Narcos

Informant - Javier Peña x fem!reader. - 2.3k words. Reader has some information about Pablo Escobar and ends up making a different sort of deal. (Similar in tone to Oaths, but I hadn’t quite figured out how to write Javier Peña’s character yet.)

Oaths - Javier Peña x fem!reader. - 11.5k words. Reader is a nurse who treats the Escobar family. She turns information over to the DEA, though she doesn’t care for the agent assigned to her case.

Matter of Perspective - Captain Horacio Carrillo x fem!reader. - 9.6k words. Reader works for the DEA in Columbia and accompanies the Search Bloc to prove one of her theories. Enemies to lovers vibes.

Southern Vampire Mysteries/True Blood

Blood Donor - Eric Northman x fem!reader. - 2.4k words. Reader is a were-animal working for the vampires of a town Eric is visiting. You are sent to feed him.

Star Wars

Target Acquired - Jango Fett x fem!reader. - 9.6k words. Reader is a bounty hunter who often finds herself in direct competition with Jango Fett. They have a deal: whoever catches the bounty sets the terms of their night together.

Pursuit - Boba Fett x fem!reader. - 6.5k words. Reader is a bounty Boba finds, but she must convince him to let her go… even if they both know it’s only temporary.

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Hunted - Hunter x fem!reader. - 7.3k words. Reader works with the Bad Batch. She has a crush on Hunter that seems one-sided… until a chance encounter with a mysterious substance on a mission. Sex pollen and themes of predator/prey.

Aim - Crosshair x fem!reader. - 9.9k words. Reader works with the Bad Batch and gets stranded with Crosshair after a mission. They won’t make it back to the Havoc Marauder without blowing off some steam. Enemies to lovers vibes in both parts.

Experiment - Tech x fem!reader. - 3.5k words. Tech thinks he can’t be distracted from his work. Reader bets that isn’t true, and she’s willing to prove it.

Stretch - Wrecker x fem!reader. - 13.5k words. Reader and Wrecker are a strong couple, but there are some challenges that come with dating someone so physically large.

Different, But Still Good - TBB!Echo x fem!reader. - 3.4k words. Reader is a sex-positive asexual, unbothered by the ways Echo was changed during his time with the Separatists. They’re both a little surprised when he volunteers to help on an unusually needy day.

Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Bitten - Commander Wolffe x fem!reader. - 13.4k words. Reader has a crush on Broadside, a pilot with the 501st. When it isn’t returned, a helpful stranger encourages her to let Wolffe provide a distraction.

Tied Up in You - Commander Fox x fem!reader. - 9.8k words. Established relationship between Fox and Reader. Sickeningly sweet glimpses at a loving, unlikely relationship.

Misbehaving - Commander Cody x fem!reader. - 9.2k words. Reader is in a relationship with Cody. Their relationship is one of control and boundaries, but they’re both willing and ready to test each other.

Star Wars: Legends

Bodyguard - Alpha-17 x fem!reader. - 9.2k words. Reader is a Senatorial aide, assigned to work for a hated senator who endangers both of their lives with his politics. Fortunately, Alpha is sent to keep them safe.

Gar Cyare Spice Fics - Alpha-17 x fem!reader. - 6.8k words. Assorted spicy chapters of an ongoing fic on my main blog. (Gar Cyare by WanderingInkSplot) Established relationship between Alpha and the fem!reader.

The Boys

Hooked - Billy Butcher x fem!reader. - 8k words. Reader is a tow truck driver sent to tow Butcher's car. He's less than pleased.

The Walking Dead

Arm Candy - Negan x fem!reader. - 18k words. Reader is a Savior and a prospective wife. Negan likes to show her off at meetings, but he is easily the most distracted person in the room.

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poop-diddy-scoop · 3 months

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jareth x reader - weak spots

These books were old. Like, centuries old. About an inch of dust on each of them, you try not to cough too loud as you carry them back over to the wooden table and chair in the library. Partly thankful for it being after hours and completely empty except for the two of you, you’re not afraid to dump the book on the table loudly and try to sweep the remaining dust off of them unceremoniously.

Opening up the first—a dark green with brown and black accents on the thick leather cover—you find it to be about the fae; more specifically, the anatomy and behaviours of them. “How handy”, you flatline, flipping through the pages as you mindlessly acknowledge the differentiating attributes between them and mortals.

Until.

You find a special set of pages in the chapter labelled as “Sensitivity”. You can hear Jareth humming to himself as he filters through books a fair distance away buried amongst shelves, so you decide to read on.

You smirk to yourself as you turn the page after reading the introduction, seeing a vitruvian style diagram of a faerie; one male and one female. Certain parts have lines drawn to annotations about them, extra information on the pages next, your eyes basically glued to the old tattered book and its contents.

From what you can decipher from old-timey handwriting, sensitive points are located in many areas; for the males (which is what you were interested in) it would be the neck, the ears, sometimes the lips, their chest, and the one that made you frantically conceal the surprised gasp that hitched in your throat: the inner thighs.

Now…you’ve been intimate with him. As lovers, the sex was great and you had absolutely no complaints on your end; but with this newfound information, it felt as if many more opportunities and outcomes had sprouted in the filthy depths of your mind.

You shake your head, reading onwards as to how to approach each area—very visibly biting your lip until it bled when you got to a rather steamy part (despite it being a literal educational text)—but quickly coming to your senses and closing the thing, deciding to spare your attention to the other books. One in particular; about fantasy fashion and clothing.

“I cannot believe it”, you hear his familiar velvet voice ring out, the clack of his boots evidencing his approach towards you once again. “Such things as these ought to be in safekeeping”. He stands beside you as you look up, a rather small book, royal blue with faded gold titles and borders.

“See, precious, I would’ve kept this for myself if I wasn’t so caring of its origins”, he explains with an exasperation in his tone, flicking through the pages with a sigh. “Not many potion books like this can be found just anywhere—ah look here! A luck potion with unicorn elixir…”

You smile and pat his shoulder as you get up, seeing him absolutely immersed in it. “I say you take it back to the castle and borrow it”, you suggest to him, pecking his cheek as he briefly looks away from the pages and returns the affection.

He smirks in his usual manner and presses his lips chastely to your forehead in return, pulling back to look at you with a cheeky grin. “I think I will, precious”, he mutters, snapping it shut and finding your hand to hold. Oh so clingy he was with you. He had no idea what you were up to.

•°. *࿐

Eventually the evening settles in, and you find yourself walking backwards and landing on his bed. You appreciate the giddy feeling that stirs in your stomach as it happens, almost like the very first time (although that’s a different story).

“So eager”, you chide with a roll of your eyes, scooting up and beginning to rid yourself of your garments. “One day I’ll have to chastity train you, Jareth”. He only cackles at this, his own vest and waistcoat coming off as well as his boots. “I don’t think that would be very wise, girl”, he teases, coming to nip at your mouth with sharp canines. “After all, I am sure to break free of any restraints bound onto me”.

His confidence makes you feel sorry for him almost as you claim his mouth with a rather impatient kiss. Only since as of today, you had quite the contradictory in terms of advantages. “Well, let’s just wait and see”, you murmur between the pash, able to catch him raise a brow at your remark at the close proximity.

After many aching minutes of tongue and teeth actions, layers begin to peel off and you find yourself being pulled up into his lap for a deeper kiss, feeling his hands wander as always—but yet—you couldn't help but feel completely curious as to what would happen if you dared to explore further. Your lips linger near his ear, and with a daring impulse, you lightly nip at his earlobe, then press a soft kiss against the sensitive skin.

Jareth's breath hitches, and he tilts his head slightly, a hint of surprise flashing across his features before he smirks knowingly. "My, my, what do we have here? Testing your boundaries, are we?"

You meet his gaze, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation swirling within you. "Maybe I am," you reply, voice barely above a whisper. "Or maybe I just can't resist the temptation."

He chuckles lowly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Is that so?" He leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Well then, let's see how far you're willing to go."

With that invitation hanging in the air, you lean in again, this time pressing your lips against his earlobe, trailing a line of kisses down his neck. His grip tightens around you, pulling you closer as he lets out a low groan of approval, trying to desperately hid ethe way his own eyes threaten to roll back into his head. Lucky guess, he thinks.

"You're quite the adventurous one, aren't you?" Jareth murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "But remember, darling, you're playing with fire.” You grin against his skin, feeling emboldened by his response. "Then let's see who gets burned”.

As you continue, you decide to further spur this moment onwards by toying with Jareth's neck next, trailing kisses and gentle bites along his jawline, you feel his breath hitching in response. His normally composed demeanour begins to falter, his grip on you tightening as he struggles to maintain control.

"Y-you're...," he begins, his voice breaking slightly as your lips trail tantalisingly close to his collarbone. "You're t-tempting fate, my dear." You can hear the strain in his voice, a mixture of desire and restraint warring within him. But you're undeterred, fueled by the thrill of pushing him to his limits.

"Isn't that what you enjoy, Jareth?" you whisper, your breath hot against his skin. "The thrill of the unknown, the excitement of surrendering to desire?" His response is a low growl, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into," he warns, though there's a hint of desperation in his tone now.

But you're too caught up in the moment to heed his warning, too lost in the intoxicating dance between desire and restraint. You continue your ministrations, feeling his resolve crumbling beneath your touch. With each kiss, each caress, you push him further and further until finally, with a ragged gasp, he surrenders completely, his control shattering like glass.

"Enough," he chokes out, his voice raw with need. "I... I can't... resist you any longer."

His admission only fuels your desire, emboldening you to explore further. With trembling fingers, you trace patterns across his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breath beneath your touch. Your lips follow suit, trailing kisses down his torso, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Jareth's breath comes in ragged gasps now, his chest heaving with every touch. He arches into your embrace, his hands finding purchase in your hair as he pulls you closer, craving more of your touch. "Y-you're... driving me mad, my darling," he stammers, his voice thick with desire. "I can't... I can't control... myself..."

But you pay no heed to his protests, too consumed by your own desire to stop now. Your lips find his nipples, teasing them with gentle flicks of your tongue, earning a low groan of pleasure from the Goblin King. "Gods above," he moans, his voice breaking as pleasure courses through him. "I... I never knew... it could feel like this..."

You were trying not to get too excited yourself—because by some luck—what you read in the book was true. The way Jareth was reacting to you was… completely unlike his normal cool and composed demeanour. Not to mention, completely and utterly arousing; if you had panties on right now, they would be fucking soaked.

With newfound confidence coursing through you, you push Jareth down gently, your eyes locking with his as you trail kisses down his abdomen, your hands roaming over his trembling form. His breath comes in choked intervals now, his eyes dark with desire as he watches you with a mixture of anticipation and need.

As your lips brush against his inner thighs, a shiver runs through him, his entire body tensing in response. His hands claw at the sheets beneath him, his breath hitching as you tease him with feather-light touches. "Ah—my precious—," he gasps, his voice almost unable to sound powerful nor chiding. "Wha-What are you doing t-to me?"

Your lips trail closer and closer to his most sensitive area, your breath hot against his skin as you tease him mercilessly. Jareth's grip tightens on the sheets, his body trembling uncontrollably now as you finally make contact, sending waves of pleasure crashing over him. His cries become higher and more uncontrolled, his words reduced to incoherent ramblings as pleasure consumes him completely. "Y-you," he stammers, his voice strained with ecstasy. "Y-you're... driving me... insane..."

With a mischievous grin, you finally spare Jareth from the torturous pleasure, allowing him to take control. Rolling onto your stomach, you look back at him with a coy smirk, your eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"Well, my love," you tease, your voice dripping with playful defiance. "What do you plan to do now?" Jareth's eyes darken with desire as he hovers over you, his hands trailing down your spine, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through you.

"Oh, my dear," he purrs, his voice breathless yet husky. "I plan to show you exactly what it means to surrender to me."

With that promise hanging in the air, he presses his body against yours, his hands roaming over your curves as he positions himself behind you. With a sharp intake of breath, he enters you, a low groan escaping his lips as he feels the exquisite tightness enveloping him.

"That’s it…precious thing," he moans, his voice strained with pleasure. "You feel... so good..." You can't help but let out a gasp of pleasure as he sets a rhythm, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy coursing through you both. It’s almost as if all that teasing had sent him into an even more sensitive state of himself, impatient to get things going.

"Jareth," you whimper, your voice barely above a whisper but still an order. "Faster... harder..."

He complies eagerly, his movements becoming more frantic as he loses himself in the heat of passion. Moans and gasps fill the air as you both surrender to the overwhelming pleasure, the world around you fading into oblivion as you ride the waves of ecstasy together.

But as you feel him thrusting harder, you notice something different about Jareth. He seems even more sensitive than usual, his moans bordering on desperate as he tries to convey just how good you feel to him. You try to hide the smirk that creeps onto your face despite being thrusted into at such an impressive vigour.

"Gods... you... so... perfect," he manages to gasp out between broken sentences, his voice strained with pleasure. His movements become erratic, his body trembling with the effort to hold on as long as he can. But it's no use. With a loud cry of release, he succumbs to the overwhelming pleasure, his body shuddering as he reaches his climax.

You can't help but let out a cry of pleasure as you feel him release inside you, the sensation sending you over the edge as you reach your own peak of ecstasy. “Fuck”, you whine, feeling him roll of of you and out of you, legs and other limbs completely jelly-like.

"Did I fuck the faerie out of you or something?" your chest heaves as you look over at him. "You did not last long, I hate to admit." But part of you found that sexy. Really sexy.

Jareth lets out a breathless laugh, his chest rising and falling with the effort. He runs a hand through his dishevelled hair, a sated smile playing on his lips. "You, my dear, are a force to be reckoned with," he replies, his voice still tinged with disbelief at the intensity of your lovemaking. "I've never felt anything quite like that before. I must admit, it was completely a surprise to me…how skilled you are at finding weak spots"

You grin at his admission, feeling a sense of pride at having brought the mighty ruler to his knees with pleasure. "Well, I'm glad I could show you a good time," you tease, reaching out to trace patterns on his bare chest. "Although I must say, I quite enjoyed seeing you lose control like that."

Jareth's smile widens at your words, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and desire. "Oh, believe me, my dear," he murmurs, pulling you closer to him. "You have no idea just how much I enjoyed it."

Well, you’d have to read that book again.

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Fireleaf (Part Eight)

Lucien Vanserra x Reader

Hiiii everyone. Hope you’re all doing well! So sorry that this part took a little while longer than usual to get out — I’ve been quite unwell for the past week and have been writing in between bouts of intense pain 😅 I also wanted to get this chapter just right because I think it was one of the first ideas @greeneyedivy and I bounced around right at the beginning of planning Fireleaf — the Hunting Trip 😏we’ve had a good few conversations mapping this one out in detail and hope you enjoy!

Sorry if there’s any mistakes or poor writing along the way! This chapter ended up being so long that we decided to split it into two parts, so the next part will be up tomorrow or the day after! <3

Warnings: Some angst, mentions of homophobia, Jareth Vanserra being a first class cunt.

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It was a rare occasion on which all the Vanserras sat down to dine together.

Perched between Dion and Eris, with Lucien directly opposite you, you couldn’t help but long for the private dinners that you and Dion usually shared alone. Sometimes with the addition of a brother or two, but — never usually with the High Lord at the head of the table. The Lady of Autumn sat silently opposite.

And certainly never, ever with Lucien.

You were so uncomfortable, so tense, it was a wonder you didn’t bend your fork out of shape with how hard you gripped it. And with the heavy silence around the table, the lack of conversation, your heartbeats were a heavy drumbeat in your ears. Probably everyone else’s, too.

It seemed like ages — ages — before Dion cleared his throat and dragged everyone’s attention to him.

“So, father,” He said, helping himself to a portion of potatoes and dishing some onto your plate, also, “may I ask what you wished to speak with us about?”

You hated the formality with which he spoken to his own father. No love, no tenderness. You couldn’t help wondering if Beron had ever hugged any of them.

Beron nodded, sipping from his chalice of wine. “The Hunt is coming up.”

Around the table, a small murmur of enthusiasm broke out between Rian and Jareth. They grinned at each other, and even Eris seemed to sit up with interest.

“I won’t be attending this year, unfortunately,” Beron said. “There are far more pressing matters at hand that I need to prioritise. But I still expect you to attend. To represent our household.”

Beside you, Dion dipped his chin. “Of course. We wouldn’t miss it.”

“What’s The Hunt?” You blurted. The mere sound of your voice dragged a steely gaze from Beron, straight onto you.

He studied you — like he was weighing up whether you were even worth answering — before swirling another mouthful of wine. “I suppose the event wouldn’t be on your radar, given that your household is overrun with females, and your father is more brain than muscle.” He sat back, resting his hands on the arm of his chair. “On the same three days every year, it’s said that certain ancient Autumn beasts roam the woodlands – different beasts to the ones we made offerings to during the Harvest Festival. Darker ones. The males of the court partake in a hunt and attempt to ensnare said beasts to bring home victory.”

No — you’d never heard of it. Never been aware of an influx of males gathering in the wild at the same time every year. But then, your family’s estate wasn’t particularly wooded, and he wasn’t wrong about your father…

It was just an example of how sheltered your life had been so far. One hundred and thirty one years in a court, and you were still learning new things about it. And that sheltering would no doubt get worse when you became a Vanserra.

“It’s not really a serious thing,” Dion explained beside you, a soft smile playing on his lips. “The beasts everyone hunts for probably don’t even exist. None of us has ever seen them. But it’s all in good fun.”

“Three whole days of exchanging luxury for nature and fresh air.” Eris nodded. “There’s nothing more freeing than being out in the wild.”

Freeing. Your heart flipped at the thought. Of being away from the estate. Of breathing in the fresh air and sleeping under the stars and not having to behave a certain way. It was just what you needed—

“And what about you?” Beron said, his voice dripping with distaste as he pointed his fork at Lucien. “Will you be joining your brothers?”

Lucien cocked an eyebrow. “I never choose to partake. Why would I do so now?”

“I’d like to go,” You blurted, sitting up.

Everyone turned their eyes on you. Nobody said a word.

Until, across the table, Jareth snorted. “Females can’t partake in The Hunt.”

The statement didn’t surprise you in the least. You’d heard enough comments like it, in the time you’d been at the Vanserra Estate, to last you a lifetime.

You’d learned that there were apparently very few things a female could do, besides bear children. But that didn’t sit right with you.

“Oh?” You cocked your head at Jareth. “And why is that? Do you fear the exertion will cause our wombs to fall out?”

Someone spluttered around the table, and it was an effort for you not to snort. Your attention was drawn away from Jareth and back to Beron as he very pointedly placed his chalice down.

He seemed to be trying hard to stop his lip from curling as he said, “It’s a male-only event. No females.”

You…you stared back at him — just like you had in his office, that morning after the hamlet fire. A stare that told him that he didn’t intimidate you. You weren’t scared of him, his opinions. And he hated it.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” You forced a ditzy, saccharine smile onto your face. “I won’t get in the way while the big, tough males chase after the beasts. Perhaps I’ll find a rock to perch myself upon and make pretty friendship bracelets for everyone out of the wildflowers.”

Silence. Such tense, thick silence. You were trying not to smirk. Beron’s jaw was ticking—

A kick landed on your leg beneath the table, and you jolted. Looked up to glare at Lucien. He didn’t meet your eyes, but the action in itself had been warning enough. Stop baiting the damn High Lord.

Beside you, Dion cleared his throat. “Actually, father,” he said, “it might not be such a bad idea to take Y/N along with us. For her to see more of the court before we marry. She’ll be expected to travel with me on occasion, anyway, as my wife.”

Beron’s gaze barely flickered to Dion before he stared at you once more. Assessing. His eyes were so, so cold; you wondered if they were capable of holding warmth.

“You know,” He said, picking an invisible piece of lint from his jacket, “After Barric visited your family’s estate, he warned me about you. Told me all about you and your sisters.” The room was so, so still, barely sharing a breath as he smirked. “You have Molly — the beautiful one. A true lady. And Sara — not as pretty, but still dashing, even if she doesn’t have anything but air between her ears. Clementine was a little harder to suss out; very private, that one, but the rumour is that she only married to cover up the fact that she favours females. And Willow, the quiet and kind one. Perhaps a bit of a dark horse…”

Both you and Dion stiffened. Beneath the table, you squeezed his leg once.

“And then there’s you,” Beron’s eyes flicked over you, down and back up, their lifeless depths landing on your face, “the feral one. The one who didn’t seem to have secured herself a husband, because she was too busy running her family ragged with her wild antics. It confused me, I must say, why Dion insisted on volunteering your name above real, respectable ladies. But then it struck me — how he always had an affinity, as a boy, for taking in stray animals and trying to tame them. Domesticate them. It seems he never grew out of that.”

You could have heard a pin drop around the table, from the way everyone seemed to be holding their breaths. And you tried — tried so hard to not let it show on your face, how his words got to you. You didn’t care about his opinion of you, but…to be compared to your sisters. To be singled out as the imperfect, unwanted one…

You supposed it hit a sore spot.

Beron suddenly rose from his chair. With a wave of his hand, all plates disappeared from the table; nobody so much as blinked.

“This meal is over.” He said, turning his steeled gaze onto Dion. “If you wish to take the feral cat on The Hunt with you, by all means, be my guest.” He strode to the door without a look back, merely spitting, “but on your head be it, son, when it lashes out.”

⤲

“Fancy a game of cards?”

Dion’s hand hovered at the small of your back. The tension seemed to have followed you out of the dining room, Beron’s words leaving a gaping wound that you wanted to prod at alone. You had a feeling that Dion had sensed how withdrawn you’d become in the last half hour.

“I’m actually really tired, so…I’m gonna go to bed.” The two of you stopped at the frosted glass doors to the games room. “…but you were serious, right? About me coming on The Hunt?”

“Completely serious.” He nodded. “There’s absolutely no reason that a female can’t partake. And besides,” he nudged you gently, “I’ll need you to keep me sane, with Jareth to contend with.”

Laughing softly, you squeezed his hand. “Goodnight, then.”

With a smile, he slipped into the games room, where Eris, Jareth and Rian were already waiting with glasses of whiskey in hand. Where Lucien had disappeared to straight after dinner, you had no clue.

Nor did you know why you even bothered to wonder about it.

You heaved a soft sigh as you dragged your tired feet up the grand staircase. You hated letting Beron get to you, but…ignoring his vicious words was no easy feat, when he seemed to know exactly which ones to wield to cut you deepest. It was why you couldn’t help baiting him, even if it was a fucking terrible idea to do so.

Upstairs, you turned into the hallway that peeled off into your suite.

And stopped dead at the sight of Lucien leaning against your door.

He cut a casual figure — the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up, the first few buttons undone. His hair flowed brilliantly around him, and in the dim lighting, his eyes seemed even darker. Or perhaps that was the taut expression that pulled at his features.

You cast a subtle glance over your shoulder — just to check nobody lingered nearby — before you shook off your surprise and approached him.

“Why are you outside my room?” You demanded, forcing yourself to making eye contact. And to keep visions of his cock and your mouth out of your head.

“I was waiting,” he pushed off the door, “to ask what the fuck is wrong with you.”

You stopped again. Raised your eyebrows. “Pardon me?”

“Baiting my father like that. Do you have a death wish?”

“Huh.” You tilted your head. You could see damn well how much it irritated him. “Good question. Perhaps I do. Excuse me.”

You pushed past him, your hand barely touching the door knob before he was shoving into your way again.

“You’re not going on that hunt.” He said.

You stared up at him, raising your eyebrows. And the severity that lined his face told you how serious he was — that he actually believed he could make such statements and order you around.

But Lucien Vanserra, of all people, was not going to tell you what you could or couldn’t do.

And you could have told him that, but…you knew what would irritate him most. What would goad him, in whatever game this was that you were playing.

So you said nothing. Simply looked him up and down, and snickered a quiet laugh.

And then you stepped around him, shoving into your room, and shut the door in his face.

⤲

She was actually going on that godsdamn hunt.

Lucien laid sprawled across his bed, a book pressed to his bare chest as he stared up at the ceiling.

The fucking Hunt. Lucien hated it — had hated it the first time he partook, and had hated it just as much the last time. It was around two decades earlier that he’d put his foot down and refused to attend any longer. Fuck what his father or brothers thought.

It was just an excuse for males to flounce through the forests for a few days, pretending to search for creatures that didn’t even exist while they egged each other on to become their most vulgar, sexist selves. Lucien had been privy to one too many conversations of said males gloating about various sexual conquests and talking about females like utter brutes. He hated it. Hated the environment. Hated that those were the kinds of males that Beron had always wished Lucien would be. Beasts and creatures themselves.

And if Y/N were to throw herself into the middle of that…

He didn’t know why he was thinking about it so much. There was no guarantee that their hunting party would even come across any others; Lucien, himself, had been on plenty of hunts where it had just been him and his brothers for those three days, not once running into the males of other Autumn houses.

But suppose they did, this time, with Y/N alongside them. The only female. A female who didn’t seem to know how to keep her damn mouth shut.

That fucking mouth, indeed. Lucien needed to stop thinking about it. To stop imagining it wrapped around his cock and sucking him dry. If he fisted himself to release over it any more times, he’d be no better than he had been in his youth.

He was getting sick of this — of every night ending the same. Him brooding about her. Thinking what to say the next time he saw her that would stick the knife in deep and make her stay away from him. That was all he wanted. For her to stay away. For her to stop having whatever this influence was, that she had on him.

That made him do something so appalling as fucking his brother’s fiancée.

Life was so much easier before she’d turned up. When he didn’t have to worry about running into her, about putting up with her smart mouth and quick temper—

And now she was going on The Hunt. The Mother knew what kind of trouble she would no doubt get herself into. He was almost tempted to tag along just for the amusement…

But the amusement was held at bay by the thing that was gnawing at his mind – brought on entirely by her words. She’d pretty much admitted back there that she did have a death wish. Did she mean it? He couldn’t decide. Couldn’t wrap his head around it.

Couldn’t bear the thought of things seeming so dire and grim, for her, that death would be a better alternative.

And if that were the case, well…it was an even worse idea for her to go on The Hunt. Who knew what reckless shit she would try without Lucien’s watchful gaze?

Did he want to go? Fuck no. Absolutely not. He totally didn’t give a shit about her spending three days in the wild with a group of males, his brothers or not.

He sighed softly to himself. Rubbed a hand over his bare, toned stomach and stroked the spine of his book. He couldn’t keep his thoughts from the matter at hand. Because if she was going…if they ran into the vile males that Lucien knew partook in the event…

He tried to shove it out of his mind, picking his book back up. Tried to focus on the words, the poetry that always clenched him beautifully within its fist and left him lost for words.

And in the storm, however brief

He bared himself for soil and leaf

And skin-to-skin, he branded her deep

With all his flames that burned beneath

He glared at the words. And they seemed to glare back. Something about them clanged around loudly in his head. Made something twist in his stomach, his heart.

If she went on that hunt—

He groaned to himself. Threw his book aside and rolled onto his front, burying into his pillow. He needed to stop fucking thinking about her. To get her far, far away from him. The sooner she married Dion, and they moved to their own territory, the better. Much better. Way better.

You keep telling yourself that, a voice in his head laughed at him. You know damn well you’re going on that hunt, too.

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By the end of that week, cold, dry weather had begun to transform, and grey clouds were crowding the sky.

“We’ll only be gone three days,” Dion said, glancing up at the sky as he fastened your cloak around you. “Hopefully the storms will hold off until then.”

It was Friday morning — and far earlier than you usually liked to rise. But the excitement of getting away from the estate had made your sleep fitful, and you’d found yourself awake and ready before anyone else.

“Dion and I have to be back by Monday morning, anyway, for a meeting,” Eris explained from atop his horse. He rubbed the neck of the filly as he also peered at the darkening sky. “The storm is supposed to hit Sunday night, if that old crone in the village is to be believed.”

Dion snorted, watching as you mounted your own horse. “I’d take what she says with a pinch of salt, but…hopefully she’s right this time.”

“Mother above, can we go?” Jareth whined. “What’s with all the dawdling?”

You’d not even set off on the road yet, and he was already irritating you. Something about the look in his eyes when you’d entered the stables…it made you uneasy. He’d looked you up and down with a smirk, as though he was looking forward to your company for his own reasons.

Dion finally climbed up onto his mount, settling himself with stunning ease. “Quit your whining, you—”

His words were promptly cut off by the sudden figure approaching the stables

Every one of you looked up to see Lucien striding over, dressed appropriately for the chill air, sturdy boots on his feet, weapons strapped to his body. His hair was tied into a low ponytail at the nape of his neck.

Your eyes snagged on him. His muscled thighs in those tight riding breeches. The stark gold of his skin against the early morning light. All of his brothers blinked at him.

“Where are you going?” Eris asked.

Lucien barely glanced up as he approached his horse. “On The Hunt.”

“What?” Rian snorted. “You hate The Hunt.”

“Yeah. Well.” Lucien’s eyes briefly flashed to you — but not so brief that they didn’t burn. “I’ve decided to give it another try.”

“You—”

“That’s great, brother,” Dion quickly cut Jareth’s retort off. “The more the merrier. Ready your horse and we’ll go.”

Lucien dipped his chin, pushing into his horse’s stable. And you…you tried not to stare. To watch. To linger on the way he moved with such fluidity, such grace. Those strong fingers fastening the reins—

You swallowed, facing forward.

Unbeknownst to him, Lucien Vanserra had just made the next three days very difficult for you.

⤲

The first day wasn’t so bad.

Everyone was so eager, so pumped-up, that your group mainly spread out through the forest. Jareth and Rian went off alone, leaving you with Dion, Eris and Lucien. And — thankfully — you hadn’t run into any other hunting parties.

It didn’t even bother you that you were, essentially, fruitlessly hunting for nonexistent beings. After the four of you had successfully captured something real and tangible for your meal that night, it’d mostly been travel, languid rides through the woodlands and sprawls of green — and you loved it. The freedom was so heady, you felt giddy with it.

Lucien didn’t say much, though.

That first night, Jareth and Rian were still hunting while you and the other three Vanserras got settled into your camp and ate. It was peaceful without the two of them — the conversation sparse and easy and quiet, leaving you to sit in your thoughts by the fire with a full belly, your eyes already heavy with the day’s exertion. You were drifting off sat up, leant against Dion’s side, when Rian and Jareth finally burst through the trees; an unwanted injection of noise and ruckus.

“I’m telling you, you little shit.” Jareth said, slumping down opposite you. “I know what I saw.”

Rian snorted, grabbing for what was left of the food that you and the others had cooked. “You saw a deer.”

“It was way bigger than a deer. Huge.”

Stretching his arms behind his head, Eris raised an eyebrow in vague interest. “You saw something, Jareth?”

“He saw a deer—”

“It was massive. Some huge, horned beast, prowling through the trees.” Jareth’s eyes bounced over his brothers, as though he was looking for some indication of belief. When they landed on Lucien, though, he smirked. “Hey—maybe it was Lucien’s lover.”

You felt yourself stiffen. Felt the mild humour and ease around the fire fizzle out in seconds. What lurked in Jareth’s gaze was a beast in itself.

Lucien merely rolled his eyes. “What.”

“Tamlin.” Jareth shrugged. “He has horns in his beast form, doesn’t he? And the two of you are so close. All those solitary trips you’ve taken to the Spring Court, do you really expect us to believe you’re not letting the High Lord stick those horns somewhere where the sun doesn’t shine?”

You blinked — at the sheer viciousness in Jareth’s tone. Beside you, you heard Dion exhale a small sigh.

“You know, Jareth,” Lucien said. The casual tone of his voice suggested to you that this wasn’t the first time such words had been wielded. “You seem mighty fond of those horns. I can put in a good word for you, if you like.”

“Don’t make me sick—”

“Would that be a problem?” You snapped, your tone pure ice.

Everyone fell silent. Turned to look at you.

You ignored the rest of them. Locked eyes with Jareth. “What, exactly, would the issue be, Jareth, to have a family member who favours people of the same sex?”

“My father taught me — all of us — to have morals.”

“And yet,” you tilted your head, “you don’t believe everyone should be free to love who they love. Interesting.”

“I believe,” he gritted his teeth, “that females exist for males.”

Dion gently squeezed your arm. “Believe me, there’s no point—”

“And how’s that working out for you, Jareth?” You ignored him. “Because in the couple of months I’ve been around you, now, no female seems to exist for you. Perhaps they’re put off by the utter shit that comes out of your mouth.”

“You—”

“Unless the problem is a downstairs one, of course.” You cut him off, pointedly glancing at his crotch. “In which case, you needn’t fret. There are all sorts of enhancement tonics around these days. Although…if I were you, I’d request the highest dose.”

Across from you, Eris snorted — and Jareth…Jareth just gaped at you. Seemed to be scrambling to think of a response.

You didn’t give him a chance. You needed to walk away before you really ripped into him. Without a word, you stood from the log you were perched on.

Dion glanced up at you. “Y/N—”

“I need to pee.” Was all you said, not glancing back as you headed for the trees.

You’d only taken a few steps when behind you, Jareth had finally mustered a retort. Aimed at Dion, though, instead of you.

“Fucking hell.” He scowled. “Good luck marrying that, brother.”

⤲

Saturday was much the same. But something heavier hung in the air that second day. Perhaps the approaching storm, or…

Or perhaps the glares Jareth kept cutting you from his horse.

You left in the early morning once again, covering even greater distances than the day before. Areas of your own court that you’d never even heard about, let alone seen with your own eyes. You didn’t know how far from the Vanserra Estate you’d travelled when you reached your second location. More forestry awaited ahead, but you’d also glimpsed an outcropping of craggy cliffs and rocks jutting from within its belly, as though the trees had made their homes around the gaping pit of rocks and caves and refused to leave.

“It’s alleged,” Dion said from where he rode beside you on his horse, close enough to reach out and touch, “that a half-man-half-pig creature lives in these caves and can sniff out Fae blood from miles away.”

You snorted quietly. “Are you sure it’s not just Jareth?”

His head fell back as he snorted a laugh, leaning over to give a teasing prod to your side that had you yelping.

“We’ll split off into pairs to explore.” Eris said. “Me and Lucien. Rian and Jareth. And the happy couple. We’ll meet back here at sundown and find somewhere to camp.”

Your shoulders had thankfully relaxed at that. Not having to deal with Jareth all day — even his pathetic, icy stares — sounded like a good arrangement to you.

It turned out to be one of your favourite days with Dion yet. With the lines you’d drawn with each other clear and concise, all feelings out in the open, it gave you the opportunity to act like the friends that you were, without the pressure to force feelings and behave a certain way. You spent the day simply exploring, Dion regaling you with tales of previous hunts and you providing story after story about Willow. He swallowed the information greedily, and you knew from one flash of those sweet, brown eyes that he was utterly smitten.

The day, however, flew by. You couldn’t help feeling a knot of anticipation in your gut as you and Dion met back up with the other four.

Something in Jareth’s eyes told you he wasn’t too tired to stir up trouble. As usual.

“The storm should hold off,” Eris said, glancing up at the fading daylight as he mounted his horse. “Lucien and I found the perfect place to camp. It’s not too far from here.”

You could already feel the drop in temperature, the strange charge in the air that you could only assume was the gathering storm. Dion seemed to sense your discomfort, and he guided his mount closer to you as your party set off into a steady lope.

After a few minutes of silence, it was Dion who commented, “I take it nobody successfully hunted anything?”

Eris snorted from beside Jareth. “Nobody saw any horned beasts today?”

The quip dragged a light titter of laughter from the others — even Lucien. But Jareth glanced over his shoulder. Directly at you — as if you’d made the comment. And glared.

“You know,” He said, facing forward again. “From everything I’ve heard, Y/N, I expected you to have the most successful hunt. What with you having years of private training, and all.”

You could almost feel Dion stiffen beside you as you narrowed your eyes. Because your training…your skill…it wasn’t supposed to be common knowledge. Certainly not information that you wanted in Jareth’s brain, given what his twisted mind could no doubt do with it. You and Dion had specifically discussed it in one of the first conversations you’d had — that such things were not, under any circumstances, to get back to Beron. To end up in the wrong hands.

You turned your head to meet his gaze. He frowned at you, lifted his shoulders in a subtle shrug. “I haven’t told anyone anything,” he swore quietly.

“Anyway—”

“Your sister Molly and I,” Jareth cut off Eris’s interjection, “we had some mighty interesting conversations during the Harvest Festival. Tell me, Y/N, who is Linden, exactly?”

Even on horseback, you could feel the stillness that swept around the group — like the Vanserra males knew their brother all too well, and were holding their breaths for one of his showdowns. Lucien, who had been a few strides ahead, seemed to hang back, his eyes darting subtly to yours as he fell into stride with yours and Dion’s horses.

“…he’s a family friend.” You answered Jareth, your back ramrod straight.

There was an amused snort; from Jareth or Rian, you weren’t sure. But pure malice lurked within the sound.

“Huh. Right.” Jareth said, nodding. “Do you make a habit of fucking your family friends, then?”

Every single part of you went rigid.

You didn’t know where your tension ended and where Dion’s began. Didn’t know where to look or what to say or how to think, as you blinked forward, your body going ice-cold.

“See, Molly was telling me all about it. And she and I couldn’t exactly figure out what a lady such as yourself would want to fuck a brute for,” Jareth tilted his head. “But then…I suppose you’re not a lady, are you? Not really. Not like your sisters. I said it was probably payment. That you were whoring yourself out to Linden for his services. Am I right? I’m right, aren’t I?”

Rian threw his head back and barked a laugh.

Eris seemed to be just…gaping at Jareth, like he couldn’t quite believe the vitriol he was spewing.

And there was a growl. No — two growls, of pure, menacing anger. One from your right — Dion.

The other from your left. Lucien.

“I guess that’s why you’re not already married. Used goods, right?” Jareth smirked. “Lucky for you, Dion doesn’t seem to care about that. And quit your damn growling, Lucien. I’m sure if you ask nicely, Dion will let you have his leftovers—”

Eris struck so fast, you didn’t even register what he’d done until Jareth went tumbling from his horse. And you realised the eldest Vanserra had punched him off of it.

“Shut your damn mouth, you little prick.” He sneered at him. Jareth was too busy groaning and rolling on the floor to respond.

And the fact that the three of them — Dion, Eris and even Lucien — had come to your defence…it did soften the blow of Jareth’s words just slightly.

But…not enough. Not enough to prevent them hitting home, right where it hurt.

⤲

Lucien didn’t think he’d ever seen her so quiet.

Even listening to her mouth off about something was better than the preternatural stillness she now sat with around the fire, her eyes gazing off somewhere, unseeing. Whatever mark Jareth’s words had been intended for had truly hit home.

Lucien could kill him for it. Utterly kill him.

It was no secret to anyone that Jareth Vanserra was a nasty piece of work — a true copy of their father. But he’d really put his reputation to use on this hunting trip. Lucien couldn’t wait to go home. To get away from him.

She hadn’t wanted any of the food Eris had cooked, instead opting to sit quietly, huddled in her cloak, not contributing to the light conversation around the dwindling fire.

“I’m going to fetch some more wood.” Dion announced to no one in particular, rising from the log he was perched on. “I won’t be long.”

A lulling, soothing quiet settled into the camp, and yet Y/N’s silence was still the loudest amongst them all. Lucien settled back, watching, subtly, the way she tightened her cloak around her, bunching it within her fist so hard that her knuckles turned white. The fire reflected in her eyes, and Lucien could only imagine that her mind was burning just as fiercely. Whatever she was thinking had her flinching, as though she could feel the lick of the flames from inside her mind. Or maybe the effect of Jareth’s words.

She was…complicated. Perhaps the most complicated person Lucien had ever met. And he hated how it intrigued him. How it kept him awake until the early hours, thinking about what she might do next, how she might surprise him.

This was a surprise – seeing her recoil into herself like this. He didn’t…didn’t assume her capable, he supposed, of being bothered by somebody’s opinions. She usually seemed so sure of herself, so…quick-witted and silver tongued. Confident.

And perhaps that was utterly naive of him.

“There’s still some food left,” Eris spoke to her, scooting closer. “Why don’t you eat something? You’ll be even colder if you don’t.”

But Y/N merely shook her head, quietly insisting, “I’m not hungry.”

“I packed some of that chocolate–”

“I’m going to help Dion.” She rose from the log on which she’d perched, her movements slumped and weary as she followed in the direction Dion had wandered off in.

Eris sighed to himself softly. Seemed genuinely concerned as he raked a hand through his hair and stared at the fire.

But Lucien – Lucien settled back on his bedroll, his tension easing slightly. Perhaps it was good for her to get away from the camp, even if it was just for half an hour. Maybe she’d vent to Dion and get everything off her chest, and then return, once again the quipping, quick-witted person she was. If she needed to cry, she could cry to Dion, away from the others. Away from Lucien himself.

And he…he would try not to let the thought bother him. Because really, when it came down to it…it was for Dion to deal with, as Y/N’s fiancée. Dion’s responsibility.

So Lucien closed his eyes and steadied his breathing, attempting to expel the tension that had built up inside him. Dion and Y/N would be gone for a good while; if any tension remained upon their return, hopefully Lucien would be fast asleep by then. Too asleep to be aware of it.

With just the quiet hum of conversation between Rian and Jareth, the camp wound down, the fire’s dying embers pleasantly warm and soothing. The sky gradually transitioned from the threatening grey of daytime to a thick, inky black above them. Night swept through the forest, and Lucien was happy to embrace it. Just one more night to get through, and tomorrow they would travel home.

And he could go back to staying away. Staying far, far away from his brother’s fiancée. Far enough away to not be tempted by his stupid lust.

He was just teetering on that light precipice between sleep and wakefulness when Dion returned over thirty minutes later, strong arms carrying more wood than they probably needed.

“It feels like there’s rain in the air,” He said — and then stopped. “Where’s Y/N?”

Lucien lifted his head, rubbing at his eyes. Scanned the four figures around him; Rian, Jareth, Eris, Dion…sure enough — no Y/N.

“She went to help you.” Eris frowned.

“Well, she didn’t,” Dion allowed the logs to drop from his arms, thudding to the forest floor. “The last time I saw her was here.”

“Maybe she went for a walk?”

“It’s dark.”

“What’s the big deal?” Jareth sat up, rolling his eyes. “She can defend herself. She has the training, remember?”

“Run your smart mouth one more time, Jareth—”

“Can we not have another fight? We’ll find her.” Eris stood, wandering over to the small opening through the trees that Y/N had taken. His voice was an echoing boom as he called her name into the night. “Y/N?”

Dion immediately joined him, pushing branches and leaves out of the way. “Y/N?”

One look at Rian and Jareth told Lucien how unbothered they were, as they continued their conversation like nothing was happening. He gritted his teeth, brushing his hair back as he followed his other two brothers.

“You’re sure she went this way?” Dion pursed his lips, brown eyes peering around wildly.

“Positive.” Eris nodded. “She went the same way you did.”

Lucien also nodded. “Said she was going to help you with the wood.”

“Fuck.” The curse fell from Dion’s lips, his shoulders tense. “She doesn’t know these parts. We need…we need to look for her.”

Without a single moment’s hesitation, Eris was turning on his feet. “We’ll split up and search for her. You too, Jareth Rian can stay at the camp with Y/N’s horse in case she returns.” He shot Jareth and Rian a scathing glance. “And as leader of the hunting party, that’s an order. Get off your ass, now.”

When Jareth didn’t even twitch, both Eris and Dion yanked him up by his arms. Shoved him forward.

Lucien was already striding for his horse.

“Split off and cover every bit of ground until we find her.” Dion commanded, mounting his horse. “I don’t give a shit if the rain comes. We’re not leaving her with whatever lurks in these woods.”

Lucien didn’t bother to reply, didn’t bother to hide his panic, as he climbed up onto his horse and grabbed the reins. He didn’t look back, either.

Nor did he comment that he was worried, not only about the forest beasts finding her first.

But also about the possibility of Jareth finding her first.

And that worry only solidified inside him as he heard Jareth’s voice call from behind.

“Let the half-man-half-pig eat her, I say!”

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ihatethis1234 · 1 year

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༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ 𝐺𝑒𝑡 𝑇𝑜 𝐾𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑀𝑒♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

You can call me kai, vex or vexian, Kurt my pronouns are he/him, I'm a trans gay guy, my favorite song is in-a-gadda-da-vida by Iron Butterfly my favorite animal is a raccoons I'm a fan of ghost, rammenstien, queen, pink Floyd, the beatles, rob Zombie, alice cooper, misfits, bon jovi, mindless self indulgence, insane clown posse, and system of a down.

My favorite movies include, black christmas, Halloween, friday the 13th, house of a thousand corpses, scream, the boy, and Texas chainsaw massacre 1 and 2.

I am local to the Ohio area so my time zone is est/ eastern Standard time.

My favorite characters are choptop Sawyer, Bubba Sawyer, nubbins sawyer, micheal myers, Jason Voorhees, Billy lenz, Billy Loomis, and brahms heelshire.

My Spotify is 𝓥𝓮𝔁𝓲𝓪𝓷 you can copy it and search it in Spotify

I'm a Satanist

I am learning to speak german

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝐿𝑖𝑠𝑡♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

~{Charaters}~

Alejandro -Cod

Argyle - Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove -Stranger Things

Billy Lenz -Black Christmas

Billy Loomis -Scream

Bo Sinclair - house of wax

Brahms Heelshire -The Boy

Bubba sawyer-Texas chainsaw massacre

Captain Spaulding-House Of A Thousand Corpses

ChopTop Sawyer-Texas chainsaw massacre 2

Corey Cunningham-Halloween Ends

Drayton Sawyer -Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Eddie Munson - Stranger Things

Gaz -Cod

Geralt - The Witcher

Ghost - Cod

Harry Warden - My Bloody Valentine

Jack in the box mascot - it obvious where he's from.

Jareth The Goblin King - Labyrinth

Jason Voorhees -Friday The 13Th

Jhon Price -Cod

könig -Cod

Lester -house of wax

Micheal Myers -Halloween

Nubbins Sawyer -Texas Chainsaw

Massacre

Otis Driftwood -House Of A Thousand Corpses

Secoundo - Ghost

Steve Harrington - Stranger Things

Thomas Hewitt -Texas Chainsaw

Massacre The Beginning

Vincent Sinclair - house of wax

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ 𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝐺𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑒♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

. Smut

. Fluff

. Angst

. Comfort

. Horror

{Smut dos}

. The characters on the list above

. Slow build

. Porn with plot

. Sub reader

. Survice Sub reader

. Male reader

. Cis male reader

. Trans male reader (ftm)

{Kinks i absolutely write for}

. Blood kinks

. BDSM

. Bondage

. Choking

. Overstim

. Edging

. Anything rough (minus rape)

. Body worship

. Sex to music (idk what it's called)

. Foreplay

. Knife play (non traumatic)

. Gun play (non traumatic)

. Size kink

. Masochic

. Sadistic

. Crying (non forced way)

. Mutual masturbation

. Soft sex

. Soft Dom characters allowed

. After care

. No after cares allowed to

. NSFW ABCs

. Headcanons

{Smut mabeys}

. Forced (as long as content I'd giving at some point)

. Stalking

(unless it's a slasher that does that)

{Smut donts}

. Piss kinks

. Fences kinks

. Feet kinks

. Pedophila

. pro ships

. Charater x character

. Necrophilia

. Death kinks

. Gun play (traumatic)

. Knife play (traumatic)

. Female reader

. Dom reader

. Asking me to write with a character that isn't on the list (goes for all) unless I reply say I will once I watch the series.

. Rape

. Pet play (it makes me uncomfy)

(You can ask me if I will write for a character tho if it's not on the list)

{Fluff/ comfort dos}

. Mental break down comfort

. Cuddling

. Dysphoria comfort

. Motivational

. Nightmare comfort

. After care fic

. Soft head cannons

{Angst dos}

. Readers death (reaction)

. Character death

. Injured

. Fainted

. Arguments

(That's all I can think of rn)

{Horror fics dos}

. Slasher character

. Yandere

. Murder

. Gore

. Kidnapping

. Death

. Killer reader

. Taunting

. Stalking

. 16-30 year old reader (if the reader is 16 there will probably not be smut unless it's like stu or somthing)

. Killer couple

. Ghost reader

I will writer for NonBinary reader 𝑏𝑢𝑡 it may take longer if requested.

Under no circumstances will a write for a female reader I will write ftm but not female

Also all female allied that have a fetish for gay relationships or reader yaoi may NOT interact with my posts you will be blocked.

Also

DO NOT ASK ME TO WRITE SMUT FOR MINORS!!

-Vexian❤️‍🔥

(Will add new characters as I watch more movies and shows)

#master list #michael myers x male reader #stu matcher #billy loomis #requests #slashers #stranger things

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sherlockfoolm · 1 year

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Rules, fandoms I write for and who (Please check rules)

Please send in requests (Especially yandere).

Sherlock bbc;

Sherlock Holmes

James Moriarty

Mycroft Holmes

Gotham tv series:

Jerome Valeska

Jerimiah Valeska

Fish Mooney

Jonathan Crane

Oswald Cobblepot

Edward Nygma

Bruce Wayne

Interview With The Vampire 1994:

Lestat De Lioncourt

Scream 1996:

Billy Loomis

-Stu macher

(I write poly Billy and Stu and them separately)

-Sydney Prescott

Halloween 1978

Michael Myres

Labyrinth

Jareth The Goblin King

-Spiderman

Tom holland Spiderman/Peter Parker

Andrew Garfield Spiderman/Peter Parker

Andrew Garfield Gwen

(I write Peter and Gwen poly or separately)

The Green Goblin

Star Wars

Padme Amidala

Anakin Skywalker

(I write poly Padme and Anakin and I write them separate)

Luke Skywalker

Chucky

Tiffany Valentine

Chucky/Charles Lee Ray (I can write them poly and separately)

-Carrie 1976

Carrie

Rules and stuff:

I can write yandere and the character just how they are, though I prefer yandere. (Do not get offended if a yandere fic of mine is particularly dark. That is how I view the character as a yandere)

I write smut.

I write female reader and gender neutral reader. (I will try my best with a gn reader and I apologize if I make a mistake when writing a gn reader)

I only write x reader. Do not request an oc or a ship. (Though my fanfics are written with a poc reader in mind, and I may take a poc reader request since we don't get a lot of rep)

I don't write yandere slashers beside Carrie and Billy and Stu

I only write head canons (but feel free to request full fanfics (I will write them if I find them interesting)).

As of now I don't write platonic fanfics, but I might in the future so feel free to ask.

Write as many requests as you want, but I am not obligated to write/respond to your request

#Sherlock Holmes #Gotham #Dc #Star Wars #Spiderman #jareth the goblin king #the labyrinth #Slashers #fanfiction #x reader #yandere

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heyjudemunson · 2 years

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Freaks to Lovers - Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1 - THE HELLFIRE CLUB

or read here!

ch2 - Pool Party ch3 - Memories ch4 - Insomnia ch5 - Princess Leia

Eddie Munson x female!reader

fluffy/angsty

2.8k

tw: mentions of shitty parents, bully!jock pushes reader but I will tag per chapter as tw appear!

this is a repost bc I really should’ve edited my chapter before posting lolol it’s fine

pic from tudum.com

Hawkins High, March 21, 1986.

"This is my year, I can feel it. Eighty-six, baby!"

Eddie Munson wraps up his grandiose speech with a toothy grin, scanning his eyes over across the lunchroom, hands on his hips. His eyes are lit with excitement, hopeful that he'll actually graduate this year. You notice a small hint of sadness behind them as well, a sadness knowing he is going to leave this life of sweaty bodies crammed in the halls and horrible teachers -of 'comfort'- if you can even call it that, but nonetheless, the comfort of seeing the same faces every day, clinging to the last remnants of childhood before being thrust into real-life adulthood.

Though, he's basically been an adult for a while now. Being friends for so long, you've learned a lot about his life, his quirks, and his mannerisms. You and Eddie have been friends since..... what, 8th grade? 9th? The past blends in one big blur of Dungeons and Dragons campaigns, late-night movie marathons, getting high by Lover's Lake, or any other mischief you could get your hands snaked into. You found fairly quickly that Eddie lived with his uncle, Wayne, but you knew not to ask about his parents. It was a bit of a sensitive subject. You never asked unless he willingly let personal information slip. However, you could sympathize, with your parents practically being nonexistent in your own life, too. His uncle works the night shift, so Eddie has had to do so much on his own, pretty much fending for himself over the years. Which, is one of the reasons he failed his senior year the first time.

How you and Eddie became friends isn't a wild or dramatic story, considering who started the friendship. Eddie spotted you early on in high school, after you moved to Hawkins, in your ripped jeans and Judas Priest tee, he knew you'd fit right into their little group. You quickly become the newest 'victim' to his D&D campaigns. You played a couple of nights with him and his friend circle, not really giving it much thought. You figured this would be a once-in-a-while type of hang, yet, somehow, this mop of hair with a gangly body convinced you to stay, and you haven't looked back since.

"So, what's your spring break plans?" you ask, in between bites of what the school has deemed appropriate to call a hot dog.

Eddie turns away from the lunchroom crowd that wasn't paying attention to his monologue back towards his table of friends, his smile fading into a smirk. "Only starting one of the best campaigns I have ever come up with."

He was the Dungeon Master of a group he proclaimed as The Hellfire Club. You couldn't believe how obsessed everyone in the group could be. Especially since personalized shirts were made for every member. Which everyone so happens to be wearing today in preparation for tonight, including you.

Mike, Dustin, Gareth, and Jeff -the other members of Hellfire- were buzzing and mumbling to each other in their seats. Everyone has been itching to go on a quest again. It's been two whole weeks, quite possibly the longest Hellfire has gone without playing. Spring break was officially starting today at 3 p.m., once that school bell rang to release you from your prison, you were free to play D&D sessions that easily bled from minutes to hours to days. This was definitely going to turn into a 'sleep, eat, slay' type of session. You barely had time to breathe.

"Did we ever decide where we're playing?" Jareth asks, tossing his napkin on his tray.

"We can always play at my house," offers Dustin. We all stare at him for a moment. His mom could be a bit much. Incredibly nosy and overbearing, and that was towards everyone, let alone towards Dustin.

"Wheeler's got the big basement," Eddie jams his thumb in Mike's direction, bringing everyone's attention back. Dustin shrugs in his seat and reaches across the table to take Jeff's cookie while he wasn't looking.

"Fine with me. Just gotta tell my mom," Mike replies glancing around the table. Everyone nods in agreement.

The bell rings signaling lunch is over. You stand to toss your tray when Eddie rushes to match your pace. "Need a ride to Wheeler's?" He shoves his hands in his jacket pockets, matching his stride with yours.

You drop your tray in the trash and turn towards the hallway door. "I gotta go home first. I left my overnight bag. I was in such a hurry to get to school this morning and left it in my room."

He turns with you, walking in the total opposite direction of his next class. He is graduating this year, but barely by a thread. "I can take you by, I don't mind." He offers a small smile. He knew you hated being at home alone very long. He never asked why, either. It was just one of those understood things between friends that you didn't talk about.

The both of you stop in front of Mrs. Rosher's English class, your next period. "You sure? I hate making you drive me around, like my personal chauffer or somethin'." You let out a dry chuckle, hoping he wouldn't rescind his offer. But you knew better. Eddie Munson is one of the kindest, most thoughtful people you knew, despite his outward appearance. He was the so-called "bad boy" of the school. He had tattoos, smoked and dealt pot, listened to metal, lived in a trailer park, in a band, and failed senior year the first time. He checked every single box to be labeled as the stay away from him type of guy. "Or at least let me pay ya gas money."

"I only chauffer pretty things like you for free," Eddie playfully nudges your arm with his elbow. He always flirts. Boy, girl, inanimate object. It didn't matter. That's just the way Eddie is. Ever the charmer.

Someone rushes between you two standing in the doorway, causing you to stumble backward a few steps. Eddie furrows his brow, fists ready but still in his jacket pockets. Without thinking, you brace your binder in your hand and shove the back of the jock who pushed you.

"The freak wants to fight back?" the jock, who you recognize as Alex, steps back up to you.

Eddie jumps in to separate you two by grabbing your shoulders and pushing you back into the hallway before anything worse happens. You hear Alex's friend circle laughing at you. They always laugh at you, Eddie, and everyone else in Hellfire. You were all freaks, according to the popular athletes. Your group dressed a little differently. Acted a little differently. Listened to different music. Played the 'satanic game.' No matter what, everything about you was different. Or freakish.

Eddie is upset, you can tell. He doesn't take lightly people mistreating his friends, but he's never been one to start a fight. Mistreating him? No big deal. He's used to it. He's always been Eddie The Freak to this school. But his voice pulls you back into reality,

"Y'know I love when you hold your own, it's way hot. But do. Not. Get suspended within the last few hours before Spring Break. You've got to play in this session." He shakes you by the shoulders gently with each word, eliciting a smile from you. "It's crazy important that you are there. The whole party depends on you. The story- uh, the story depends on you." You can't help but hold his gaze. Why did he say that like he was.... needy? Almost desperate?

"Freaks!" someone breaks the silence. Instinctively, you both flipped them off with your brow furrowed, rage burning in the back of your mind. You turn back towards your friend as the bell rang again.

His eyes flicker from the jocks seated behind you back to your eyes. Raising his brow slightly, "You okay?" nodding his head towards your class.

You roll your eyes, "Yeah, I'm fine. I'll meet you at the van. Thanks!" You head into your English class, opting for a seat in the back like every other day. The jocks still snickering at you, but you let it slide off just like every other day. You're way too excited about starting the new campaign tonight to let anything get you down.

3 p.m. finally rolls around. You toss your books into your locker, shift your bag higher on your shoulder, and bolt down the hallway. You push the door bar in and the warm sunshine hits your face as you step out. Finally, you are free. You see Eddie with his van door slid open. You roll your eyes to yourself when you notice one of the dumb jocks that was laughing at you just a couple of hours earlier shuffling his wallet from his back pocket. You guess Eddie is making a last-minute weed deal before everyone disappears from school. They finish up by the time you reach the van.

"Guess they still need their supply from Eddie The Freak?" you point behind you as you hop into the passenger seat, letting your bag slump to the van floor.

Eddie slides the back door closed and joins you in the front. "Only freaks have the good stuff." He winks at you with his tongue sticking slightly out. Eddie being Eddie again, you think. He shifts gears and gets the van on the road heading towards your house.

After a few moments of comfortable silence watching the world pass by you by through the window, you finally speak up. "Is it weird that I'm strangely excited for this week? Just a long week of sleepovers with boys," you waggle your fingers teasingly which makes Eddie rolls his eyes at your girlish giddiness. "And just playin' until we can't keep our eyes open anymore? Finally being away from those jerks at school, doing whatever the hell we want. And Wheeler's got that new pool, too." You slide down in your seat slightly to get more comfortable and prop one foot on the dash.

"Yeah, man. I'm totally ready for you guys to see what I've come up with. It's gnarly." He strokes his chin, thinking back to his late nights of planning this grand story between band practice. He takes a deep breath before continuing, "Are you okay, really? With what happened earlier?" He tries to gauge you, but he keeps his eyes on the road.

You let out a small sigh, looking back out the passenger window. "Yeah. Really, I am. I'm just ready to graduate and get the hell outta this town away from- from everything and everyone."

"Where ya goin', doll, after graduation?" he asks.

You don't answer as he finally rolls up to your house and stops. You guys haven't talked about plans after school. You had dreams of moving out and away from this city. Moving away from your family. Moving away from everyone who called you a freak. You never really thought that dream wouldn't include Eddie. Not that you imagined your life with Eddie the whole way, but no matter what you dreamed, he was there. Maybe that's why you never said it out loud before.

"Give me two secs," you toss up two fingers and you practically fall out of the passenger door, tripping over your own feet in a hurry to the house. You unlock the front door, almost skipping down the hall to your room, and grab your overnight bag. You slam the door behind you with more force than intended but it didn't matter. You are too excited to get Spring Break started to let anything bother you right now.

"Jesus!" Eddie jumps in his seat when your bag slams into the van door. He was so focused on finding a new cassette to play that he didn't notice you returned so quickly until he heard you. He quickly recovers, hoping you didn't notice that you made him almost drop his Iron Maiden cassette. You smile to yourself and hop back in, huffing from your running.

"Ready?" he asks, with one eyebrow cocked.

"Ready." He flashes you one of his famous smiles and you're off again.

Once you make it to the Wheeler's, everyone else in Hellfire has already staked their places in the basement. Sleeping bags, pillows, snacks, and overnight bags scatter the floor, creating a difficult maze. Which will only get worse over the week with discarded pizza boxes and dirty clothes. That is, if the guys seem fit to change at some point this week.

Mrs. Wheeler calls down for Mike, who runs upstairs to answer. Eddie leaves your side at the bottom of the stairs to just blatantly dump his stuff in one heap on the floor closest to the table. He digs out his campaign notes, props, extra dice, and other necessities for this impressive campaign. He tosses everything on the table with a loud thud. You shake your head to yourself at his disregard and glance around trying to find a spot where you'll eventually crash in your sleep-deprived state.

While looking around, you realize something. Something you should have really thought about before you agreed to a week-long sleepover: You were the only girl in Hellfire. This certainly isn't the first time you notice or anything, actually. You've always known. I mean, it's hard not to notice that you're the only girl. It's just never come up before. It did but in a holy-shit-a-girl-is-sitting-at-our-table-and-speaking-to-us??? kind of way that only lasted for about a week. The guys had quickly accepted you as one of their own, you never really felt different or out of place around them. You trusted them with your character's life during a session just as much as you trusted them with your own. It's just, a girl just needs her privacy sometimes, ya know?

"You good, sweetheart?" Eddie still holding one of his D&D books in the air, watching you with raised eyebrows.

You shake yourself out of the realization, nodding in response. "Y-yeah, I'm good." You find a small clearing and set your things down, too. You had considered bunking with Nancy, Mike's older sister, who had a room upstairs on the second floor. Though, you two weren't close enough, you think, to just sleep in her room. Besides, there's really no telling when tonight will officially end and you didn't want to disturb Nancy when you did decide to sleep.

Mrs. Wheeler clomps down the stairs with her thick heels, pizza boxes in tow. Holly follows close behind carrying a couple of two-liters almost as heavy as she is. It was cute watching her struggle as a 'big girl' although she was well over 6 years old now. Her mother always treated her as smaller than the truly was since Holly is the baby -the golden child, Mike said- of the family.

You notice Eddie is buried in his work, getting everything situated just so before we start. He declines every verbal offer of food or drink with a wave of his hand. Dismissing everything without as much as a glance or spoken word, too preoccupied with everything before him. He's been preparing for nearly an hour at this point, shedding his homemade Dio vest a long time ago. He rolls the sleeves of his Hellfire shirt up with full concentration on his notes. You finally stand from your spot on the floor to slap a couple of pepperoni slices on a paper plate and grab an open can of Coke that has grown warm. You walk over to Eddie, and plop the pizza directly in front of him, breaking his attention. Setting the Coke down with a couple of drops splashing out, he finally looks up at you, starring daggers.

"Shit! Be carefu-"

"Eat," is all you say with your eyebrows raised. You know he didn't eat lunch today because he was too excited about tonight's campaign. He also spent the majority of lunch rambling on and on about god knows what. But we also didn't need the Dungeon Master passing out in the middle of a great story from starvation. He's kind of the whole glue to the story working out.

Eddie shakes his head lightly with a smirk. "Yes ma'am."

You roll your eyes once he finally takes a bite, moaning from its deliciousness, though it's been cold for a while. You wonder if this is the first thing he's eaten all day. You always shared your lunch with Eddie whenever he couldn't afford a meal from the lunchroom. Actually, you started preparing an extra sandwich to stash in your lunchbox to give to him anyways a long time ago. Even if he didn't take it at lunch, his hand was always out after school when he gave you a ride home, ready for a snack.

You also wonder when did you become so concerned with Eddie's well-being? It must've happened gradually, considering you've never noticed before now. Sitting back down on the floor next to Dustin and Jeff, you peel your thoughts away from Eddie to engage in the conversation: what's a better movie- Ghostbusters or Back to the Future? Will there be sequels? Should there be sequels?

Finally, after another half-hour or so of anticipation, Eddie stands from the head of the table. In a booming voice and with a flair of his hands, he announces "Enter..... If. You. Dare."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fic #strangers things fic #fan fic #idk wth else to tag #freaks to lovers #eddie munson x reader

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yuckie-obsessive · 1 year

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Please no reposting without credit

Also blog should be noted as catering to “mature” content. 18+ only. Minors DNI

💖 Call me Kie 💖 they/them 💖

Ask me stuff or requests. I’m struggling with some things and general interest as wandered elsewhere, but I’ll respond to it when I can.

For my (y/n) insert pics, if you’d like you can use it essentially like a DA oc base image. All I ask is for a tag because I would really like to see what people do with it omg.

Current obsessions:

Miguel O’Hara (Spiderverse)

TF2 (Blu!Spy & Blu!Medic - Red!Sniper AU shit)

Borderlands 2 (Handsome Jack)

Youtuber Egos (Antisepticeye and Darkiplier)

Overwatch (Ramattra and Sigma- Galactic Emperor Sigma specifically)

Labyrinth (Jareth the Goblin King)

All the above plus their yandere alterations

Masterlist:

Youtuber Ego Stuff:

Darkiplier x Reader x Antisepticeye

Taken By The Void [Masterlist] female (on hiatus)

Double Trouble (drabble) gn

Darkiplier x Reader

Door (drabble) gn

A Dream? (drabble) gn

Did You Miss Me? (drabble) gn

Just The Start (drabble) gn

For the Best Ending (drabble) gn

Antisepticeye x Reader

Escape Attempt (drabble) gn

Always Finds You (oneshot) female

Let Me Capture You [Masterlist]

Discharged (oneshot) gn

Helping Hands (oneshot) gn

Septic-egos x Reader

Back From The Dead (HC lists) gn

Come Join Us (upcoming) (deciding)

#kie’s post #text #masterlist #kie writes #do the blog thing

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ebiemidnightlibrarian · 3 years

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THE MAGIC OF TIME | CHAPTER 02

SUMMARY | MY MASTERLIST

Warnings: Slight sexual tension, coercion, kidnapping, fear.

Word Count: 1.9K

THE LIGHTS in the house had started an unnatural flicker, and a rainy torrent shot through the glass of the porch doors, producing a sound like gunshots.

"If that kid is playing a trick on me, he'll come to me," thought the young girl foolishly.

“Harry! Harry, that's not funny!”, snarled the orphan, but there was no answer, the lights suddenly went out returning her to the previous pitch.

Startled, the young chestnut looked around, but there was no sign of the boy with the blonde locks, a lump formed in her throat and a poignant insecurity lodged in her chest.

An unusually cold breeze touched the chestnut's white skin. She breathed heavily as her brown orbs watched her breath condense into a small smoky mist. Brows knitting together, Aurora noted the pale silhouette against the surrounding darkness, the owl staring intently at her, perched in the shadows. Noticing that made her shiver slightly.

Slowly, Aurora walked to the edge of the bed where her brother had once been. Abruptly, something shifted under the sheets and a dark noise echoed through the room amid the rhythmic pounding of rain on the glass. Reaching a trembling hand to the tangled sheet, Aurora grabbed it, pulled it back, and quickly dropped it to the ground. Her orbs widened to the void on the mattress, for she swore she saw something move.

The owl stared at her with sombre eyes so deeply that the young woman could feel them burn into her back. Abruptly, a strong gale blew open the glass doors so violently that the window splintered in a glittering shower of fragments.

Aurora turned to the source of her amazement. A gusty blast of air assailed her body and instinctively the young woman raised her forearms to her face to protect herself from the splinters that the gale took to hit her. Amid the confusion of her senses, Aurora watched a misshapen shadow shift into the tall, slender figure of what appeared to be a man.

Stepping back, the young woman felt the gusts of air recede as she carefully removed her arms from her face. Looking up in discouragement, Aurora caught sight of a figure that, — to say the least —, was unusual.

In front of her was a man a little taller than her, his blond hair was strangely peaked and long, curiously some strands had a bluish or green hue. But what had most caught the young woman's attention, — besides the heavy leathers that appeared to be some kind of royal attire —, were the curious blue eyes that adorned the angular face, along with the eccentric pointed brows.

Despite the blackness surrounding them, a shard of glass reflected the street lights in the man's darting eyes, this fact made her notice a peculiarity in those eyes. The blond man's left pupil seemed to be dilated, but somehow it looked completely adverse to the right pupil, which, due to the light, was contracted.

“Who are you?” asked the young woman, taking a few steps back in retreat.

Breathing hard, she was very scared and had noticed a ghastly aura emanating from him.

“Oh, Aurora, you know very well who I am.” He uttered, his voice calm and strong, velvety.

Solemnly, he adjusted the black leather glove in his right hand.

"You are Jareth, the king of the Goblins, aren't you?" He chuckled, a bizarrely wide smile like Alice's cat.

The orphan Alford felt compelled to give that answer, almost as if she didn't control her own actions.

Aurora didn't believe her eyes.

“It's a character from a book, how is it possible?”, She thought, only to have her reasoning broken right away.

Jareth took two steps closer to the costumed girl. Distressed, Aurora struggled with her insecurity, yet she didn't allow the other to notice, or so she thought.

“Please, give me back my brother. I didn't mean that.” His smile faded, and he crossed his arms in front of him.

Shaking his head in the negative, Jareth raised his blue orbs to stare at the young woman pointedly.

"What's said, is said." Aurora's breath began to catch, closing in desperately, the chestnut poised a few inches from the golden majesty. She was able to smell its strange woody scent.

"But I didn't really want to, I-I take it back, please bring him back." With teary brown eyes, the orphan Alford looked at his blurry gaze at the sickle-shaped locket the man wore.

“Oh, you didin't?” Uttered the majesty, not taking the piercing orbs of the female figure huddled in front of her. There was mockery, but also an imperceptible twinge of concern and interest in the way he looked at her.

For a long moment, she felt suffocated.

“Why are you doing this to me?” she asked herself.

“Where is he?” she asked, feeling her heart sink and tears burn her eyes.

“You know exactly where he is. It is not necessary for me to tell you.”, said the king as he took another step, making the two of them stand inches away from each other.

Aurora took a half step back, his proximity discouraging her.

"Please, majesty, bring him back, please.", begging supplicant again, the chestnut hypnotized herself with the blonde's anise orbs, he looked into her eyes with intensity, as if he could see thoughts of her.

"Aurora. Go back to your books, stay with your mate, forget about your brother.” He quoted contemptuously what Aurora judged to be Oliver.

"I can not. I do not want. I won't.” The king's white face was strangely familiar to the young woman, she felt that she had already met him at some point in her life, but it was as if she had seen him in a long-forgotten dream.

“I brought you a gift.” He lifted his gloved hand, wiggled it and brought the tips of his long fingers together, bringing a crystal sphere above them.

“What is this?”, with curiosity, the chestnut stared at the object in his hand and then at the majesty's uneven eyes.

With curiosity, she studied the object, however, she already thought she knew what she was doing.

“It's a crystal. Nothing more, but if you turn him around like that and look inside he will show your dreams, but he is not a gift for an ordinary girl who takes care of a spoiled boy.”, he spoke while making hand movements, making the crystal slide from one to the other.

For a moment of reverie, Aurora magically forgot about her brother as she watched a grey mist form inside the crystal, she peered into her deepest dreams, but seeing them she thought: “My dreams, what good would it do to come true with no one to share it with? Not! I don't want it to be like that, not at the expense of my little one!”.

“Do you want him?” asked the king temptingly.

Staring into the curious mismatched eyes, Aurora shifted her gaze, — now determined —, again to the glittering crystal.

“Then forget your brother.” He continued to offer. A simmering ardour set in the young woman's abdomen, and she violently shook her head.

With a flick of his hand Jareth made the crystal disappear and with a look of displeasure he braced both hands on a staff in front of him.

His cane was made of an ivory white, studded with brownish tea ornaments, and where he held it was a crystal encased in a silver bird's claw.

“Listen, I don't want his present, but I want him back, he must be scared! He's all I have, and I won't betray him in such a way!” Perky, Aurora quickly uttered the words and gestured boldly at the man.

In a sudden movement, the king cut off her speech, raising his staff towards the girl. The staff, once so beautiful, turned into a black serpent that curled its tail around the king's wrist and moved in a disgusting way.

With the dim light coming from the lightning that rumbled outside, Aurora had realized that the serpent was not actually black, but so deeply purple that only a certain luminosity could be discerned.

Manoeuvring its elongated body, the serpent approached the young woman dangerously to the point of being close to her face. Then the reptile began to crawl up and up her shoulder, curling menacingly against the pale skin of her neck.

“Aurora, don't defy me.”, announced the King of the Goblins in a warning tone.

Slightly unwrapping the serpent, Jareth watched it darkly wrap itself around the young woman, as she felt her body freeze in fear. Bringing her long, shaky fingers to the slender animal, Aurora pulled its scaly body in a rush. The snake jerked its head, displaying its fangs with a clatter. The chestnut tossed the reptile into a dark corner of the room, watching it transfigure into distinct little Goblins.

"You are no match for me, Aurora.", He Asserted, the golden majesty staring at the orphan grimly. The staff was back in his hand.

“But I need you to give me back my brother, please.”, asked the Alford girl. This time, she moved closer rather than retreating.

Jareth rolled his eyes like an annoyed child and walked to the side of the young woman, pointing out the porch.

“He's there, in my castle.”, He uttered calmly as he watched the girl run to the porch as if he didn't even exist.

Looking desperate, Aurora stared in dismay at the huge labyrinth that stretched to a small citadel, which had a large castle rising up behind the village.

“Do you still want to look for him?”, asked the blond king with a haughty posture, which had degraded during all the dialogue he had had with the young woman.

“That's the castle beyond the town of the Goblins, isn't it?” the girl's shaky voice uttered. The alleys and curves of that colossal enigma stretched as far as her eyes could see.

“Turn back, Aurora. Turn back before it's too late.” He advised, the moment the majesty's voice reached the young woman's ears, a momentary courage took over her.

“I won't give up, that child only has me, and I him.”, expressed the girl in costume, running her hand through her hair.

Unexpectedly, noticing the world around her, Aurora saw that they were no longer on the balcony of her room, but on a small hill, ravaged by a strong wind. All morbidly grey and dark and dead.

“It's a pity.” Said the king sincerely.

"It doesn't seem that far...", whispered the orphan, hearing such heresy, Jareth walked a few steps until he stagnated behind the girl, like a shadow.

"It's farther than you think, and time is short.", He muttered close to the chestnut's ear.

Turning her face suddenly toward the voice, Aurora brought faces too close to hers, and inconveniently, a fragile blush rose to her cheeks.

"You have thirteen hours to solve the labyrinth…", Warned the king, moving away from the young woman and indicating a strange clock that magically appeared among the branches of a dead tree. "Do it before your little brother becomes one of us, forever." Turning to face the young woman one last time, Jareth disappeared, and a strange echo of his voice uttered, "Such a pitty".

"The labyrinth. Well, it doesn't seem to be that complicated.", said the young woman, only to regret it right away, because when she looked down, she noticed that the hill was unusually swallowed by a pitch, somehow she felt, — as if she were sitting on an islet isolated by a sea of paint.

"Well, looks like I'll have to wait a bit." she muttered as she sat down on the edge of the rocky hill.

She had no idea what awaited her.

A/N: Uhh, I was eager to describe our dear King Goblin in all his devilish beauty and grandeur, after all, he was my first childhood crush haha, I know, kind of weird, but I was a very homely child, as my father used to say, “an old spirit”, so without judgment haha.

The Labyrinth will still be the same as the film/book, just with some creative liberties, after all, even in the most detailed descriptions of the novel, the Labyrinth is a very ethereal and changeable place, so I decided to put some of my own craziness into it, haha.

Hope you enjoyed the goth vibes I tried to convey. Let me know what you think! See you soon, see you then!

#jareth x f!oc #jareth x oc #jareth the goblin king #labyrinth #dark fantasie #fluff and romance #female oc #fantasy #fanfic #fiction #jareth the goblin king x reader #ofc - aurora alford

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nofoundboy · 2 years

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HELLO THERE 👀

Masterlist

Ao3

(in ao3 I just work with my ships)

First:

I write only for male/nonbinary/gender non conforming readers. Transfem readers are welcome too if they want representation.

All the hcs and imagines and stuff are female and as a trans dude myself, I want to write for the ones who struggle to find things with male/gn pronouns.

If you're female I can't stop you to interact here but please, don't be disrespectful. This profile is a safe space for all the LGBTIQ+

Requests are: OPEN

Current Requests: 5

Kiss Prompt thing

Who I write for:

Slashers

Jason Vorhees

Brahms Heelshire

Vincent Sinclair

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Michael Myers

RZ Michael Myers

Bubba Sawyer

Chop Top Sawyer

Nubbins Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

Billy Lenz

Poly Ghostface (Billy and Stu)

Mickey Altieri

Daniel Robitaille (Candyman)

Jesse Chromeans (Chromeskull)

Leslie Vernon

Billy Chapman

Kurt Kunkle

Josef (Creep)

Pennywise (2017 version)

Norman Bates

Tiffany Valentine

Carrie White

Martin (1977)

Ash Williams (I know he's not an slasher stfu)

Star Wars

Obi-wan Kenobi

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Leia Organa

Lando Carlisian

Qui-Gon Jinn

Rey

Jynn Erso

Marvel

Peter Parker (any version)

Stephen Strange/Dr Strange

Otto Octavius

Arthur Harrow

Khonshu

Bucky Barnes

Pietro Maximoff (any version)

Loki

Sylvie

Mantis

Deadpool

Joker/Arthur Fleck

Joker (Heath Ledger)

Jerome Valeska

Edward Nygma/Nashton (any version)

Oswald Cobblepot (any version)

Jonathan Crane

Abner Krill (Polka Dot Man)

Harley Quinn

Barry Allen (Ezra Miller's, I didn't watch the show)

Ratcatcher 2

Bruce Wayne/Batman (any version)

Clark Kent/Superman (any version except Smallville one)

Other characters I write for

Steve Harrington

Jonathan Byers

Will Byers

Eddie Munson

Beetlejuice

Dewey Riley

Jimmy Mcgill/Saul Goodman

Hutch Mansell

Dewey Finn

Tommy Bomowski (Coach Boomer)

Jareth The Goblin King

Abe Sapiens

Jason Dean

Robert Van Helsing

Dennis Rafkin

Ships I write for

Zsaszmask

Vigilmaker

Nygmobblepot

Octogoblin

Lokius

Stuilly

Batjokes

Harlivy

Stucky

Jinnobi

Sambucky

Harkrill

Danbert

Spideypool

Josef x Aaron

Josef x Sara

What I write

Headcanons

One-shots

Fluff

Angst

Nsfw

What I don't write

Full fics (only one-shots and headcanons)

Incest

Omegaverse

P3d0phil14

Any bathroom kink.

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anundyingfidelity · 1 year

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MEMORIES LOST — Jareth x ofc/fem reader. Ch. 2.

Warnings: nudity, masturbation, voyeurism, manipulation, corruption, smut in general.

Word counter: 866.

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.

In this chapter: Just Jareth watching (spying) his visitor. Warnings of voyeurism.

☕ if you like my writing, support me with a ko-fi !

This fanfiction is also posted in Ao3 under the name undyingfidelity.

Chapter 1. | Chapter 2. | Chapter 3.

The next time Jareth was sure he would not forget about Leah came soon enough. He would not forget her so easily.

The woman was calm and submissive to him, taking in every order and indication the King was giving, either to her or his goblins. She was a fast learner, something Jareth truly appreciated a lot for sure.

Each day that passed in the Castle, was an exciting day of learning new things from the mind of the new mysterious woman doing her way around the place.

A smirk formed on his lips as he looked over Leah through the crystal in his hand. Jareth used to check on her from time to time using the small crystal, and lately it had become more of a daily habit before going to bed. Was it wrong? Maybe. She could do personal things he wasn't supposed to see, but since when Jareth did care about that? He wasn't very fond of moral and good behavior anyway.

Leah was graceful and phisically beautiful, and Jareth liked that. Her appearance and looks complemented the way she would talk to him, like a scared puppy who was barely rescued from a thunder storm, giving all her loyalty and fear only to him, the Goblin King. He really missed the feeling of being feared and respected at the same time.

She was doing excellent by serving and helping around. Jareth even found out she loved working in the Castle when he read his mind some days back. Anything he asked, she did for him without hesitation. He wondered if that could be useful in some other ways.

He was no fool. When he came around, the woman would certainly feel electricity running through her body. A type of energy that was known and uncertain at the same time - something that was trully exciting to her. Leah didn't know why or how, but the Goblin king slowly created this type of masculine and strong energy around her whenever he entered the room, and she grew up to admit to herself she actually liked it.

That night, Jareth observed the woman around her bedroom, taking her dresses and clean clothes to the wooden closet. Once she finished and organized the place, Leah started to undress in front of the full lenght mirror. She took off the straps of her dress slowly, loosing herself in the reflection of her own body, barely recognizing her own reflection.

Leah wondered what had happened before she fell to the Underground. How her life would have been without her being under the orders and the hands of the Goblin king. She didn't remember a single thing... yet. And Jareth found himself again looking after the woman, trying to get back any memory on her mind. But she did not remember any single thing, as in countless of times she tried before in front of the same mirror before going to bed, and repeat the same routine the next day.

She asked herself if Jareth was guilty of her being trapped in the Goblin city. And her thought made him smirk.

It wasn't part of his plans, but there she was. Questioning her own existence in front of the mirror, half naked, with a hand carresing the skin of her neck and her breasts delicately with one word in mind: Jareth.

Her hand found that sweet, prohibited and slightly wet place between her legs. She didn't remember feeling something like this before, but the sting and excitement felt like the first time Jareth laid his hand on her cheek.

The Goblin king became amazed with the girl, touching herself and discovering her own body on what it looked it was the first time - at least that she was aware of. Jareth read her thoughts, finding out he was the reason of her arousal. The simple thought of him creating that sweet sensation on Leah sent him over the edge. He was ridiculously proud and immediately inflated his ego - and his pants at the same time. But he was also bothered knowing he was only able to see her through a miserable crystal.

Sweat ran down her body as she, gently, worked two of her fingers between her legs. Leah tried to hold back her moans, but small whimpers escaped her lips even if she tried to stop them. Her fingers transitioned their slow and delicate motion to a rather fast one, and a weird, explosive sensation built down her stomach, until it felt like she was almost touching the sky.

Jareth noticed she was close. It filled him with excitement and anticipation. He wanted to keep her face coming down from her high on his mind forever. The way she tried to catch her breath and how she bit her lip while her body trembled was certainly a heavenly view. And again, he felt his dick extremely hard on his tight pants, and disappointed for not being there and give her what he knew she deserved.

"One day, little dove. One day," he mumbled to himself, still looking at Leah through the crystal, coming from her high. "Soon you will give in to me, in body, mind and soul."

#jareth fanfiction #jareth labyrinth #jareth the goblin king #jareth x reader #jareth x oc #jareth x ofc #jareth x female reader #jareth smut #jareth #labyrinth fanfic #labyrinth #david bowie fanfiction #david bowie #david bowie x reader #david bowie x oc #labyrinth 1986 #jareth imagine #jareth imagines

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anne-chloe · 5 months

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Trust me | Three |

Jareth/Goblin King x F! Reader

Summary : As Sarah's next door neighbour, you're often Mrs Williams' last resort as a babysitter. Sarah had never liked this, but she can be extremely unreliable at times. One stormy night, Sarah grows frustrated with her baby brother and babysitter, resulting in saying a phrase that she later wants to take back. Now, you are stuck in The Goblin Kings realm with little hope to returning home again, unless Sarah can reach the castle and defeat Jareth in time.

The smell of flowers and greenery happened to be thick in the air. The scent wafted towards you from the only open doorway, enticing you forwards and into the unknown.

You were aware that everything was some sort of trick set up by Jareth, so you reminded yourself to remain cautious while heading forwards.

Inside the room lay a lot of flowers. You were fascinated to see that the ceiling was made entirely of glass, and that this room appeared to be a greenhouse. You wandered further in, sticking to the main path and refusing to stray, but you allowed yourself the opportunity to gaze at the gorgeous bundles and bunches in the room. Flowers of all sorts, roses, daisies, hydrangeas, peony's... thousands of flowers and all a rainbow of colours.

You paused in delight when you came across a patch of sunflowers. Sunflowers happened to be your favourite flower, and just the very sight of them brought comfort and joy. Your parents had planted them in the garden a few years ago to bring some colour to the house. In your eyes, it did more than just being colour to the house—it brought bee's, sunshine, happiness and an overall warmth that made you skip everywhere.

You reached your hand out the touch the sunflower, to assure it was real and not another trick that Jareth was playing on you. Sure enough, as the tips of your fingers brushed against the petals, you smiled truthfully at its realness.

But you couldn't linger over flowers for too long.

You pulled your hand back and turned on your heel, continuing onwards to the other side of the room, where you were starting to see the entrance to another room. You willed yourself to pick up the pace, wanting to find Tobey and leave as quickly as you could.

Your thoughts drifted to Sarah. Had she noticed yours and Tobey's absence at all? It seemed as though The Goblin King had made it so that she couldn't hear your yelling through the door. You didn't want to think of the possibility that Sarah had simply gone back to sleep, enjoying the quietness of the house.

What would happen when Mr and Mrs Williams returned home to find you and Tobey missing? Would Sarah explain that she had wished you both away? Would she feel even an ounce of guilt that she had condemned you to The Goblin Kings twisted games?

You didn't want to doubt that Sarah would have a change of heart. You wanted to believe that she'd make a wish for you and Tobey to come back. But that seemed extremely far fetched and unlikely as you navigated the castle deeper and deeper, finding yourself no closer to Tobey or an exit.

A stray sunflower caused you to stop before reaching the doorway. It lay on the ground, completely out of place. You stepped up to it, reaching down to pick it up by the stem, but something in your mind suddenly warned you against it.

You retracted your arm immediately and stood up straight, frowning down at the lonesome sunflower. As much as you desired to hold it and twirl it between your fingers, you felt as though something might befall you by doing so. It was obvious that Jareth had placed this for you to pick up; but why had he done so? It must be another trick.

You inhaled deeply and stepped over the flower before continuing through the doorway. If you had looked back, you would have seen the way the petals withered and curled into themselves.

You don't know what trick could have come from picking up the flower, but you didn't want to find out. For all you knew, another trap door was underneath it, and picking it up would only trigger the trap. You didn't want to risk being stuck in a hole again, where you might have no other choice but to ask for Jareth's help.

You decided that if you could withhold from asking for his help for as long as possible, then your chances of escaping would be much greater. You didn't trust Jareth, and asking for his help meant that you did.

Coming into an empty room, you paused directly in the centre. You looked at all four corners, your heart sinking into your stomach when you realised the doorway you had come from had now disappeared. But there was nothing inside the room. However, looking up, you saw a doorway higher than you could reach on your own.

Your brows furrowed together in focus, a frown deep on your face as you scanned the room again. And again. But nothing was there that could possibly help you. How were you supposed to reach the top?

Your answer came in the form of rumbling. The ground shook for a moment as stairs started to rise from the floor. You blinked rapidly at the appearance, and immediately you made a start for the stairs.

Just as you reached the top, where the doorway was, it suddenly closed off and reappeared in the ceiling above you. You gaped at the trickery, feeling betrayed at your hope being snatched so fast from you. Is this The Goblin King's game? To dangle hope in front of you and then snatch it away last second?

You steadied yourself against the wall and stretched your hand upwards, trying to touch the doorway. You were too short. So you jumped to try and grab the side, so you could attempt at pulling yourself up, but again that was a futile attempt.

Jareth then appeared standing normally in the doorway. You squinted as he came into view, wondering how he had somehow altered gravity in a way that made it possible for him to stand like that. He crouched down and leaned his hand through, offering for you to take it.

You stared at his hand for a beat, your own hand beginning to rise to take it. Just as your own fingers brushed against his, rumbling caught your attention as several more staircases started to rise from the floor, the walls and the ceiling. None of them directed to where you wanted to go, which was up, so you ignored them and continued to stand on tip-toes to grab Jareth's hand.

Then, like the doorway had done, at the last second, the stair case underneath you turned into a slope. You immediately lost your footing. A gasp left your throat as you felt yourself falling, then sliding down to the bottom of the staircase.

You rolled across the floor. Sitting up, you hissed at the throbbing in your bottom and your hands, which had taken the brunt of the fall. Then, you accusingly looked back to Jareth, who remained crouched in the doorway, his smirk wider than ever and a devious glint in his eyes.

You pushed yourself to stand and clenched your fists by your sides. "What was that for? I was accepting your help!" You whined, feeling deeply betrayed that he had, again, snatched away your hope at the very last second.

"You rejected my gift," Jareth pointed out smoothly.

His gift? Did he mean the sunflower?

Your bottom lip trembled slightly. "I thought it was another one of your tricks, so I ignored it," you explained, now feeling rather silly for thinking that a flower could set you back. But you couldn't cross it off as a possibility when everything was so incredibly odd.

Jareth shrugged. "And I decided to not help you here."

You couldn't believe how sensitive The Goblin King was. He was seriously offended that you'd ignored his flower, and because of that he was punishing you for it. It was clear that Jareth did not take being rejected very well.

You tried not to stamp your foot out of throwing a temper tantrum. This entire situation was incredibly against you. It was like Jareth was deliberately keeping you away from Tobey.

"Maybe if you had given me the sunflower yourself, I might have actually accepted it," you quipped back, growing frustrated with this entire conversation.

"Maybe if you trusted me, you wouldn't be stuck all the way down there," Jareth countered in a teasing voice.

Trust him? You felt like screaming at the implications. How could you possibly trust him when all he had done was tease and trick you? He had stolen you from your world and forced you into some sort of game, which you didn't want to play, and was now keeping Tobey away from you. You wanted to blame Sarah for all of this, but how could she have possibly known her wish would come true?

Jareth stood up, tapping his cane against the doorframe, a sinister smile playing his lips. "Oh, [Name]. My dear, we could be so great together, if only you'd open your heart and trust me."

Then, he swished his cloak and disappeared, leaving you to stew in your emotions. You wanted to scream loudly in frustration, but that would do no good and would probably give Jareth the amusement he wanted.

Instead, you huffed and tried to reassess the situation. Lots of stairs leading to nowhere, some of them upside down, others protruding from the walls... how would you even begin to go about climbing the staircases on the ceiling?

Then, as if answering your question, new doorways appeared at the top of each staircase. You gasped and made your way to the nearest one, peering in and being confused when it only lead back to the same room. However, you noticed that you were now standing on the staircase that came from the wall.

You didn't feel unsafe. It was like gravity had shifted and made it so you could stand there. If it weren't for the actual situation, you would have found it to be extremely cool, and you would have complimented The Goblin King for his creativity.

So you began rushing up the steps and entered another doorway, now finding yourself on the opposite side of the room, across from the actual doorway you wanted to be in. You frowned and stepped to the side, eyeing the staircase that had attached to this one. It would mean you'd have to somehow be upside down, and you couldn't see how you could make that happen.

Trust me.

Isn't that what Jareth had said?

Sure, he played lots of tricks on you to throw you off your course, but he'd never actually put you in danger. When you fell through that trap door, you had landed so softly that you wouldn't have even believed that you'd actually fallen. And when the staircase turned into a slope, the fall down hadn't hurt as much as it should have done, considering it was made of stone.

You peered over the side, eyeing the upside down staircase with great skeptism. You decided to sit down and dangle your legs over the sides, and you took a deep breath in, squeezing your eyes shut as you pushed yourself off the edge.

You expected a falling sensation to take over, but instead your feet came into immediate contact with something firm. You gulped, opening your eyes, now aware that you were standing upside down on the staircase.

So, if you now flipped the room, you could get to the bottom of the staircase and run to the other side, and all you'd have to do is slip into the doorway that was now on the floor.

You took cautious steps down, but once you assured yourself that you wouldn't suddenly fall up, you darted to the other side. You reached the doorway and stepped inside, watching as the walls shifted and altered to match your gravity.

You breathed a sigh of relief. You had taken a chance and decided to trust The Goblin King, which is exactly what he said you should do. In a way, didn't that mean he had helped you? Would that mean that you had accepted his help, or had you just taken his advice?

Either way, you had escaped that room at last, and now you could move on to the next, to face whatever the next obstacle may be.

And as you left the room behind, Jareth watched with great interest, his smile wider than ever at the fact that you had listened to him. And wasn't obedience always rewarded?

#fan fiction #labyrinth #the labyrinth #Jareth #the goblin king #goblin king #goblins #magical creatures #maze #x reader #reader insert #female reader #ballroom dancing #ballrooms #fantasy world #fantasy land #the underground #David Bowie

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iobsessoverfictionalmen · 2 years

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Labyrinth AU

Maxim Horvath x Female Reader

Chapter 2

Dave spent the next three days either sulking in his bedroom or visiting your favourite places in an attempt to find you but you were nowhere to be found and by the fourth day, Dave had passed panic and was now in the extreme terror stage. His sleep was troubled by nightmares and he woke up feeling more tired than when he went to sleep.

His studies were beginning to suffer as well. Bennet had to jab him hard in the ribs when their physics teacher asked Dave a question that Dave hadn’t heard because he was so tired. Luckily, Dave was able to give the right answer and the teacher moved on.

He wasn’t as lucky when it came to Bennet. Bennet was persistent and wouldn’t let the subject drop and Dave finally snapped at him when they were both back at their flat.

“My sister and I had a fight, alright? I can’t even remember what it was about and during the fight, I quoted Labyrinth, the movie that she and I have loved since we were kids, and there was a bright light. The next thing I know, she’s gone and I’ve looked everywhere for her and nothing. I can’t sleep 'cause I’ve got nightmares and 'cause of the nightmares; I’m tired and that means I’m cranky but I’m sure you’ve noticed all that. God, I miss her.” Dave ran a hand through his messy hair.

It felt good to finally let it all out.

Bennet frowned, “What exactly did you quote from Labyrinth?”

“That’s what you’re focusing on right now?” Dave threw his hands up in the air and turned away.

Bennet’s hand landed on his shoulder and spun him back around, “What did you quote?” He demanded.

Dave shook his head, “I’m not going to say it again. It was the last words Sarah says to Toby before she leaves his room and before she meets Jareth.”

Bennet’s eyes widened, “You said that to your sister?!”

“I was angry. It's a line from a movie, so what?” Dave defended himself.

Bennet groaned, “That’s not the problem! Ma always told me that words have power and the magician that came to my eleventh birthday party said that too.”

“That you remember but you can’t remember what you did with our presentation?”

Bennet scowled, “I said I was sorry about that and you’d remember the magician’s words too if he stared at you when he said them. It was like he was staring into my soul.”

“So this magician is the only lead we have. How do we find him?”

Bennet fumbled with his pocket and eventually managed to withdraw his wallet. Quickly, Bennet opened his wallet and pulled out a creased business card that had a stain on it that looked like a coffee stain.

Dave leant forward and was just able to make out the name on the card.

“Balthazar Blake?” He snorted, “Who names their kid Balthazar?”

Bennet fixed him with an unimpressed look, “Balthazar is a saint and was the King of Macedonia. He gave myrrh to baby Jesus.”

Embarrassed, Dave decided to focus on his shoes, “So how do we find him?”

Bennet gave no answer and Dave’s head jerked upwards, “How do we find him?” He repeated.

Bennet’s finger quivered as he pointed at the window and for a moment Dave couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Outside of his window, there was a man hovering in mid-air. The man gestured with his hand impatiently and Bennet grabbed Dave by his collar and pulled him away from the window.

There was a huge smash and the glass broke into shards only to fall onto the carpet where Bennet and Dave had been standing moments before.

“Were you not taught to be careful with names?” The man spat as he dusted himself off.

“I forgot.” Bennet muttered sheepishly.

“There’s a surprise.” Dave muttered at the same time.

Bennet and the man both glared at him.

“Why did you summon me?”

“I didn’t, he did!” Bennet cried, “He and his sister got into a fight four days ago. He quoted Labyrinth, he said those words, and his sister vanished. This is Balthazar Blake by the way.” Bennet directed the last sentence to Dave.

“FOUR DAYS!” Balthazar bellowed, “YOU HAVE DONE NOTHING WITH THIS INFORMATION FOR FOUR DAYS?! DO YOU REALISE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE?!”

“NO!” Dave screamed back, “I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHERE MY SISTER IS!”

Balthazar clenched his teeth in an effort to control himself, “You already know where she is.”

Dave shook his head, “No. No, the labyrinth isn’t real, it can’t be. The actors were just playing roles in a story.”

“It’s real.” Balthazar snapped, his impatience returning, “You wished your sister there,” he pointed at Dave “and thanks to your inaction, the Goblin King has quite the considerable advantage in persuading your sister to stay with him.”

Bennet and Dave shared a horrified look, “S-s-she won’t choose to say with him, will she? She can’t.”

Balthazar sighed, “You know your sister better than I do,” he stated quietly, “if there is even a slim chance that she could choose to stay, the Goblin King will use every tool at his disposal to show her what life would be like in his realm.”

“I’m so sorry (Name).” Dave thought, “This is all my fault.”

He squared his shoulders, “How do I get into the labyrinth?”

“We.” Balthazar stated.

“Pardon?”

“You are delusional if you think that I am letting you enter the labyrinth by yourself. There have been fully trained magicians that have perished in the labyrinth and you do not have one tenth of their skill.”

“Ouch.” Dave muttered.

Balthazar ignored him and conjured a staff, “Now where were you and your sister standing when you fought? How were you standing?”

Dave pointed to where you’d both been standing and told Balthazar that you had been standing opposite each other when you vanished.

“Alright. Stand where you were during the argument and I’ll take the place of your sister.” Balthazar said as he moved into position.

It was only when Balthazar was standing opposite him and Balthazar had lifted the staff into the air that Dave realised what Balthazar was planning to do.

“WAIT!” He yelled, raising a hand but he was too late.

Balthazar brought his staff down onto the ground and the flat disappeared in a flash of bright, white light. When Dave’s vision cleared, he found that he was standing in front of two heavy-looking, open brass gates. Dave squinted and he could just make out the lavish castle standing in the centre of the labyrinth.

Wrenching his gaze away from the lavish castle, he looked around for any sign of Balthazar. It was only after the magician cleared his throat that Dave realised Balthazar had already entered the labyrinth and was standing in front of him.

“Are you coming or should I continue on without you?”

“I’m coming!” Dave assured Balthazar and to prove that he wasn’t lying, Dave stepped forward and entered the labyrinth.

“I’m coming (Name).”

#mywriting #labryinth au #the sorcerer's apprentice au #maxim horvath x reader #maxim horvath #balthazar blake #dave stutler #bennet zurrow #reader insert #movies

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whiskehorange · 3 years

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idjitlili · 3 years

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You underestimate my power.

Jareth x reader.

This is anon request. (Not my image)

Summary: Imagine wishing away your pet by accident, and having to complete the labyrinth, only for Jareth to sprain his ankle...

Word count:1456

Warnings: Surprise guest.

A/n:Sorry this is short.

You had not planned on a trip to the Labyrinth, it was the heat of the moment, your pet had been winding you up relentlessly, and you had snapped. Snapped meaning you had wished them away to the Goblin king

Nor had you meant to anger Jareth; simply by getting through his Labyrinth at super speed.

Well, until you started making your way through the forest when Jareth appeared. His attire the same, tight pants, big hair. "Jareth," Softly speaking his name, as he had made you jump with his sudden appearance.

His hands hands on his hips, as he went to walk towards you , only for his foot to roll outwards, him letting out a Yelp of pain as he towards, unable to save himself he had almost face palmed into the mud.

You however, had rushed forward grabbing his forearms saving his fall, his blue eyes looking back into your e/c ones, looking down at his feet, his left foot barely on the floor.

He clearly could not put pressure on his foot, you had pulled him gently towards a tree, to get him to sit down. “I don’t need your help.”

“Shut up, tight pants, sit down.” Jareths face scrunched up in annoyance, allowing you to help him to the dry mud and grass, his back against the hard bark of the tree. Letting go of his hands, making your way to his injured foot.

Jareth had watched as you grabbed underneath his calf, lifting his leg from the ground.

“May I?” It is always a good idea to ask for consent before doing something, especially if it has to do with someone’s body, definitely a king that could snap your neck. Always ask.

“Yes.” His voice so quiet, you almost didn’t hear him, his eyes avoided yours when you looked up to him, with a small smile.

Yes Jareth didn’t give the best impression, but it all felt like a show, you felt bad for him, he had no one but the Goblins. It was kinda of honourable that he took the children, that got wished away, such as it were he was saving the children from people that did not want them.

Slowly pulling the boot of his his injured foot, you found a small sock, his foot little for a man, place his foot down gentle. Shrugging off your jacket, folding it up, to place under his foot. Jareths eyes stuck onto you the whole time, the little touches , from your fingers sending sparks up his leg.

“I suggest no heels, when in the forest, I think you look bodacious in them, but they simply not suitable or this landscape.” Your voice was calmed as you gave a gentle squeeze on Jareth’s leg, before making your way to sit next to him. You hadn’t seen the blush upon his cheeks that worsened by the physical contact.

You weren’t worried about making your way to the Goblin city, you were already so close 7 hours left still, you figured you had some time.

“Why aren’t you carrying on? You didn’t have to help me?” Your shoulders touching,,turning your face to look at him as did he, his eyes searched yours for answers.

“I’ve got time, you can rest for a while, and I’ll help you back to your castle after,”

“Why would you help me? After I put you through my labyrinth?”

“Don’t be like that, I did that, if anything why wouldn’t I help you, like you don’t save all those unwanted children, I know you care, you’re not evil, not at all.” Not that Jareth would admit it, but his heart-ached, he hadn’t had anyone care for him in years , hundreds even. His throat dry, as he tried to hold back a sob.

Your smaller hand making it’s way, into his as you squeezed his cold hand, a few seconds before he interlocked your hands properly. A small smile tugged at his lips, for years he tried to his hardest to show his worthiness to those that entered his labyrinth. Every single one had rejected his advances until now. His stomach twisted , at the thought of being loved, though he was scared to do anything about it.

He didn’t know that you thought he was quite a catch, those butterflies erupted in your stomach too, at his touch.

“If I make it through your labyrinth-“ The feeling was gone, Jareth’s heart dropped. “will you still be able to come see me?” Your face flushed pink, embarrassed to be so forward, Jareth had to sit forward, hand still tightly in his, to look at you properly, just in case you were playing a joke. Concluding you weren’t, he had grinned down to you.

“Only if you wish me too, I can only leave here if your feelings are true.”

“I-if I love you?” Jareth’s head snapped towards you, looking down at you lap, watching your thumb rub the back of Jareth’s soft skinned hand.

“Do you?” How could you after six hours, but you had read the The labyrinth more than a dozen times, always you felt drawn to his character. Jareth’s voice soft, as if he wouldn’t be surprised if you just told him no out right, the feeling of rejection was not new to him.

“...I-I’m not completely certain, but if I did, would you?” You looked at Jareth, as he looked at you , your heart pounding your chest, you were only here because your pet had been misbehaving all day, and within 6 hours you had developed a crush on the Goblin king.

“Yes, yes I would.” Looking into his mismatched pupils , him looking into yours, his pale hand made its way up to your flushed cheek. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to him, your lips almost touching. You felt your lips graze over his-

"Hello, there." A man had interrupted you, Jareth’s hand dropped from your face as you had turned to face the familiar face, you recognised deeply, this beard trimmed , his hair blond and long. A metal object upon his belt, his shoes brown leather, his eyes the colour of the ocean. He had just popped out of ground, like a female dwarf, a Darrow dam.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" Jareth was confused on the appearance of the strange man, he had went to stand stand up, but instead you had helped him, trying to prevent the pressure off of his sprained ankle.

"Master Kenobi!"

Jareth’s mouth gapped open in shock; as you smiled at the strange man waving, as he did the same. “You know this man?” Jareth was more than confused.

“Yeah, he’s a Jedi, the best, he’s here to help.” Obi-wan had made his way over, taking your place, you going to other side of Jareth, even with Jareth’s resistance. “That’s right, now we must hurry, because my dinner is getting cold.”

Before you knew it, all three of you made it to the Goblin castle, the Goblins allowing you past, only due to Jareth saying so.

“Well, this is goodbye little ones, it was a pleasure to make your acquaintances.” With that Obi-wan was gone,you and Jareth continued on into his castle.

“Did that really just happen?” Your voice unconvinced with what you had just saw, even though both you and Jareth had seen him.

“Maybe, we just ate shrooms?” You had snorted at him, making him to turn his head at you and laugh. “I’m 100% , I didn’t , I’m starving , I would’ve remembered, next time you should have a buffet.” Jareth had smiled at you, finally making it to his throne.

Helping Jareth into his chair, it wasn’t even seconds before your pet came running to you, sitting on floor, to pet them as they excitedly ran about. Jareth had cleared his thirst gaining your attention, a grin on his face, as he gestured for you to go sit with him on the throne.

Sitting gently on Jareth’s lap, your pet again came running, sniffing at you , and then Jareth. “This is y/p/n.” Jareth had weary went to pet your pet, you had ushered that is fine, your pet was friendly with some.. people.

“Uhm, Jareth?” Your voice soft as he now concentrated on your pet, honestly you were surprised they and him were okay with eachother, Jareth had turned to look at you briefly nodding his head.

“I love you.”

#sorry this is shit #obi wan star wars #the labyrinth imagines #the labyrinth #jareth imagines #jareth imagine #jareth x reader #jareth #jareth x you #reader insert #the labyrinth imagine #david bowie x reader #david bowie #the goblin king x reader #the goblin king

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