#jareth x you

[somedaylazysomeday]

An Emissary of the (Goblin) King

Your quiet life as a teacher falls apart when a student wishes you away. Eventually, Jareth has to decide what to do with you.

Jareth x fem!reader (no use of 'y/n')

*This was written for a request in which the reader was supposed to be plus-sized. As such, there are a few scattered references to weight and body shape.

**Not related to my other Labyrinth works.

Rating: Explicit. Minors DNI.

Word Count: 6,800

Warnings: themes of being forgotten, slight loss of identity, bar flirting, slight harassment, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, creampie.

Masterlist

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When you had gotten wished away in your thirties, you were… perturbed. 

After all, you had been long past the days of fairy tales and make-believe. Magic was a lovely story element for children, a way to encourage their imaginations and allow them to dream of the impossible. But it wasn’t real. 

At least, that had been your theory between the ages of ten and thirty-something. Then, one of your second-grade students in the after-school tutoring session had gotten upset with you. You had told him that he couldn’t have a second helping of snacks unless he agreed to work on his math problems with you. He had been struggling with subtraction in particular, but was so energetic that it was difficult for him to focus. 

You hadn’t really been able to blame him - it was after school hours and the sun was beginning to set, throwing beams of blazing orange light from beneath a carpet of dark purple clouds. It was the perfect counterpoint to the playfully spooky Halloween decorations you had put up around the room. 

Anyway, when you had insisted that your student sit down and focus on his math sheet before you let him have another handful of gummy worms, he had pouted his tiny face. With an impressive amount of venom for a six-year-old, he said, “Well, I wish the goblins would take you away right now.”

You were still wearing an indulgent smile when you appeared in the straw-strewn throne room with an anticlimactic pop!

The Goblin King was lounging on his uncomfortable-looking throne, watching you with his own indulgent smile. “Wished away by a child, were you? Pity. He likely meant nothing by it, but… well, what’s said is said. I doubt he will opt to run the labyrinth, but let us see if he calls.”

Operating under the idea that you had fallen and given yourself a rather nasty concussion, you simply nodded and took a seat on the cleanest section of the stone floor you could find. It was quiet in the throne room, though you could hear the unmistakable sounds of distant chaos.

It had started small - brushing a piece of straw from the stone slab next to you. It fell into the pit and that made you feel a little better. Then you pushed the straw from the next stone, and the next until the section around you was clear. Then you started using your feet to push the straw down the stairs until it was gathered in a neat pile at the bottom. 

“Would you like a broom?” the man with the wild hair asked. You were cautious when you faced him, but he simply looked amused. 

“And a dustpan, if you don’t mind.”

He shook his head. “Unnecessary.”

You hadn’t bothered asking what that meant. Instead, you applied yourself to neatening the throne room, working from the edges and sweeping all the debris toward the pit in the center of the room. Even the brown dots - ones you hoped were mud but suspected were some kind of dried fecal matter - lifted easily enough under the stiff bristles of the broom. 

At last, the room was clean and you swiped your forearm across your perspiring face. You didn’t know how the pit was going to get clean, but you were going to be miffed if the answer was ‘you’. 

When you caught movement from the corner of your eye, you jumped. You hadn’t forgotten the room’s other occupant - how could you? - but he moved with such impossible silence that you couldn’t track him with hearing alone. 

The man came to stand beside you and you took the chance to study him subtly. He looked… strange.

You shook yourself, reflexively berating yourself for the unkind thought, but you hadn’t been wrong. His face was narrow, flaring out at the cheekbones. His eyes were mismatched, but not in a heterochromatic way. No, one of his eyes was bluish-green while the other was simply black, as if it were entirely pupil. 

His hair was long and straight, though cut at various lengths that left it tapering from his  head down. Like a shag haircut on steroids. You were a little jealous and had vaguely started wondering whether you would be able to pull off the style when he turned. You realized just how tall he was. 

His mismatched stare was heavy and intense, and you redirected your attention as soon as possible. You opted to look at the pit instead, to take in the pile of straw and droppings, but it was gone. 

“What happened to the straw?” you asked, bewildered by the empty pit in front of you.

He smirked, lips twisting with an amusement that didn’t reach his eyes. “I discarded it, of course.”

“No, you didn’t,” you contradicted. “I’ve been standing there the whole time.”

“I used magic,” he clarified.

“Magic isn’t real.” 

The man’s eyes widened, then narrowed at you. “Have you not yet realized that you’re in a different place than you were when you were wished away?” 

“You said that earlier,” you remembered. “‘Wished away’. What do you mean?”

“At last, the typical questions,” he sighed. “Admittedly, far later than they are usually asked. Allow me to explain.”

The explanation that followed had been interesting, if mildly ludicrous: the man was actually a fae named Jareth. He collected lost and wished away items, though the only ones of them people cared enough to chase down were living things. He guarded the Labyrinth, collected the living things that appeared in the Underground - mostly children and pets, as he had explained - and allowed the wishers to run the Labyrinth if they wanted their disappeared item back. 

It could have been a far shorter explanation if you hadn’t been far more convinced by your concussion theory. 

In the end, Jareth had gotten tired of listening to your counterarguments and had sent you to ask Hoggle the rest of your questions. Hoggle had answered your questions… eventually. With a lot of complaining and work between giving those answers. You didn’t mind - work was something to keep you from running in circles in your own thoughts, and you learned a lot about the Labyrinth and the Underground simply by following Hoggle around. 

Jareth didn’t call you back to the throne room for nearly a week. 

“It seems as though your wisher is not going to run for you,” he said, taking on an expression he may have thought looked pitying. “He is at home with his mother, playing and eating and sleeping quite well without another thought of you. Quite the heroic youth."

“He’s six!” you reminded, mildly outraged at Jareth’s censure. “Even if he had offered, I wouldn’t want him running your labyrinth. It’s a death trap.”

Jareth’s expression had flattened at your insult, his mismatched eyes glittering with irritation. “Whether he would have run or not is irrelevant in the end. The real question is: what is to be done with you?”

“I…” You disliked asking questions you already knew the answers to, but there was nothing to be gained by playing things cool. “Could I go back home?”

“No.”

The blunt answer, though exactly what you had expected, still made you wilt. 

Jareth, for all that he made you nervous, didn’t look cruel about it. In a voice that was kinder than you had hoped, he said, “Even if I would agree to send you home, it would be impossible. You have been here too long. You have eaten and drank from the Underground. A single bite, a single sip… those could be reasoned with. Enough to influence a dream, forge a connection. But anything more? You are of this place now, more one of us than one of them.”

You wanted to argue, but something in your chest agreed, some nameless tangle of a thing recognizing that everyone and everything you had known were ‘them’. And you were not. 

Not anymore.

You had expected to be eaten by the Firies or thrown into the Bog or at least turned into a goblin, but Jareth had given you a different job: you were to be his hands and eyes in the human world.

“After all, no one will wish their belongings to me if they are ignorant of my existence,” he had told you. “You will spread information. Books and legends, stories told by firelight and in dark rooms as their occupants drift to sleep.”

And that was your task, had been for an eternity before you thought to check what year it was at all. People didn’t recognize you when you went to the human world, not even if you happened upon someone you had once known. That was fortunately rare, and became more so as the years faded. You didn’t seem to age, not the way you had. Perhaps there was an extra strand of silver in your hair or an aching joint where there never had been before, but it was uncommon. 

Oh, you looked the same as you always had. You could verify that any time you were on the surface. Just then, for instance, you were standing outside of a bar and could see yourself in the shine of the old-fashioned, gilt-edged windows. You were generously curved as you had been before, your face the same shape. 

If you stared too long, though, you could catch something strange in your face, in the way you walked. Nothing overt, of course, but something that made you look… sharp. Wild. It drew some attention when someone watched you for too long. The mask of your humanity - what remained of it, anyway - fell away with exposure. From there, it could go either way. Sometimes, humans fled like prey before a predator. Other times, they hit on you. 

Had humanity always been like this? So willing to run into danger? You didn’t think so, but it was getting difficult to remember. 

Either way, you had barely sat down at the bar and ordered a glass of wine before someone slid onto the barstool beside you. To be fair, you couldn’t be too upset about it. You had been searching for company.

“I’ll pay for that,” the man announced to the bartender. The bartender didn’t look like she could have cared less, but she managed a nod. “So, what’s your name?”

“I’m much more interested in learning yours,” you deflected. 

The stranger beamed at that and you smiled back. If you had your way, he wouldn’t learn your name. Even if he did, he would forget it before the day ended and you would never see him again. You would feel guilty about that, but you needed him for temporary relief from your body’s needs, nothing more. 

He could never be anything more. 

You pushed all of that from your mind and focused on your partner for the evening. He was handsome, the type of person you dated before you were wished away. It was getting harder to remember those days. 

The man’s personality was a little intense, but that tended to ease back a bit after someone realized that you weren’t going to disappear from them… yet.

Two drinks in, you had offered a smile that was almost genuine and were getting ready to suggest a change in location when your chest vibrated.

That wasn’t quite the right way to phrase it, but it was a difficult sensation to describe. It felt as though your ribcage and all of the organs it protected shook in tandem. The closest you had ever come to pinpointing the sensation was to compare it to the ringing of a gong, though thankfully, without the noise of the actual strike. 

The sensation was a warning that the Goblin King wanted you back in the Underground. It would happen more often the longer you ignored the summons, and would eventually grow painful. 

You rarely let it continue that long.

“I have to go,” you told your potential partner, standing abruptly from the stool and handing your credit card to the bartender. “Drinks are on me.”

At least, you assumed it was a credit card. It had no numbers or identification on it and you certainly didn’t have any money, but you had never had trouble paying for anything with it. Jareth had given it to you with minimal explanation. 

“Hang on-” the man protested, catching at your arm. You looked at his hand, then at him. Some of your strangeness must have shown through, since he slowly withdrew. He wasn’t wary enough, since he continued to speak. “What happened? I thought this was going somewhere.”

“It was,” you agreed simply, accepting your card from the bartender and scrawling a series of loops on the receipt she slid toward you. “Now it’s not.”

Fortunately for your almost-partner for the evening, he thought better of trying to physically stop you again and you left the bar unaccosted. 

Transportation to the Underground was rarely as dramatic as it had been that first time. Instead of a sudden, jarring switch in location, it happened as a slow fade. In this instance, you were walking and your surroundings seemed to blur slightly. When you could see clearly once more, you were in the Goblin King's throne room. 

Your forward motion hadn’t stopped, but it was far more risky to keep walking with the goblins thronging around your feet. You looked down at the group currently blocking your way and said, “Excuse me.”

The goblins - who had apparently been occupied in some kind of chicken-based game, shrieked and tumbled to either side. You continued toward the throne. 

For his part, Jareth was pretending he hadn’t noticed you yet. Instead, he was sprawled across his throne and studying the riding crop he had resting across his knees. Most observers would believe he was pensive, utterly lost in thought, but you knew better. Jareth loved to be watched, and if he could convince you that you had chosen to look without any prompting from him, so much the better. 

“You summoned me, sir?” you asked, reaching the base of the throne and offering a small incline of your head. 

Jareth glanced over, managing to look surprised, curious, and haughty. “Yes, I want a report on your progress.”

“Do you mind if I dismiss your subjects?” 

“As if you do not number among them?” Jareth tested, a corner of his mouth quirking upward knowingly. When you simply maintained eye contact, he gave a slight nod. “Very well, if it would please you.”

With effort, you managed not to shake your head at him. You were well able to focus even with the din of goblins around you, but Jareth took any respite he could get from them. 

“Can you all go downstairs for a while?” you asked, directing the question to the room at large. “I need to speak with the king.”

“You’s is speaking to him now,” one squeaky goblin pointed out, sounding sullen. 

Before the others could agree, you quickly cut in and diverted them. “You’re right, I am. But we need to talk about some very boring stuff and we need the room to be quiet. If you want to stay, you can’t make any noise. In fact, you could even help clean the throne room…”

You didn’t have a chance to say anything else, the goblins rushed out of the room in a panicked tide. You smirked at the receding wave of excitable, temperamental creatures. It seemed like a lifetime had passed since you had taught six and seven year-olds, but the goblins weren’t so different from human children. 

When you turned around, Jareth was sitting on the throne like it was a chair rather than a fainting couch. One of his eyebrows was raised and he looked impressed despite himself. “Someday, you must help me gain such mastery over my subjects.”

“Impossible,” you told him flatly. “They’re too focused on impressing you.”

“That has always been my burden to bear,” the Goblin King drawled, preening slightly as you tried not to roll your eyes. 

Jareth was the king. If you were to be technical about it, he was your king. He had left you alive when he didn’t need to. Even more than that, the nature of the job he had given you meant you had certain powers. The Goblin King did not bestow those lightly. You felt like you owed him at least basic respect, if not anything more subservient.

Besides, Jareth had enough people - well, goblins - trying to respond to his every need. You liked to think that he enjoyed the bits of personality you were willing to share with him. 

Rather than voice any of that aloud, you gave a shallow nod. "But you summoned me for a purpose. What do you need?" 

With the amusement still dancing across his fine features, Jareth tilted his head at you. "The work I gave you has never taken so long. I wanted an update on your progress." 

"My…" For the first time since you had found yourself in this strange land, you were thrown off by Jareth. He had never given any deadlines for your work, never ordered you to be done by a specific time. In fact, the opposite had been true. On the rare occasions that you worried about how long something took, Jareth was the first to remind you that he - and, by extension, you - had all the time that would ever exist. 

You managed to scrape together a semblance of competence. "An update. Yes. I can- That is, the work you gave me is complete. I distributed the books, set up special showings of the film, and orchestrated the release of some photographs." 

"All of that has been done?" Jareth checked. When you nodded, he gave you a stern look. "Then why did you not return to me immediately?"

As if on cue, something low in your stomach gave a heaving, disgruntled throb. You had never been overly desire-driven when you were fully human, and you blamed that for your current awkwardness - sex had never been common enough for you to grow blunt about your need for it. But you still had that need, and your body’s complaints were almost enough to drown out the weight of Jareth’s stare. Almost.

“I was in the middle of a different task,” you replied, trying to make it sound as bland as possible. Jareth’s attention span was stronger than that of his subjects, but he still made a concerted effort to avoid boring subjects. “Nothing of importance.”

Jareth studied his hands. “No, I imagine there is not much of importance in a dirty tavern.”

You froze. Not that you had been moving very much before, but every muscle locked down in response to the pointed revelation that Jareth could and did know where you went when you were Aboveground. “I-”

“You?” Jareth repeated mockingly. “Yes, you. You allowed a human to ply you with alcohol, then to paw at you. Though I suspect, given the tone of your conversation, that is far more innocent than what you would have done if I had not summoned you back here.”

“But how-”

Your question cut off abruptly when Jareth made a noise of impatience, tapping his cheekbone twice, just below his human eye.

“You watch me?” you demanded, surprise turning swiftly to anger and embarrassment. “Why?”

Jareth treated the question as literal rather than rhetorical, musing for a moment before he answered. “At first, to see if you intended to flee. It would not have worked, but it is always amusing to see humans try. Then, to be certain that you were performing your tasks to my standards. And finally…” The smile on Jareth’s face was indolent, with more than a hint of mischief. “Simply because I can.”

Glaring at an omnipotent fae king was probably not the wisest thing you could do, but your fury made you bold. “And have you watched me during my personal time before?”

Jareth let his head loll toward you for the best view of his self-satisfaction. “Yes.”

With a barely stifled noise of outrage, you spun with every intention of storming out of the room. Unfortunately for you, the powers Jareth had allotted you were nothing compared to his own. Without a sound or a motion from him, Jareth ordered the heavy doors to swing closed and there was nothing you could do to force them open once more. 

“I do not see why you are so offended,” Jareth told you, conversational tone coming from nearer than his throne. “I am well aware that humans have needs.”

“Then why interrupt me…” Your hissed demand had caught in your throat when you turned to find Jareth much closer than anticipated. The Goblin King twisted his head slightly to one side, matching the smirk that twisted his lips. You cleared your throat. “Why interrupt me when you know I’m occupied? Like you said, I have needs. It doesn’t help anyone if I’m too busy to meet them.”

“You are missing the most obvious solution,” Jareth informed you, spreading his hands to either side. “I can help meet those needs.”

“You?” you repeated skeptically. 

Jareth’s arms dropped and he looked almost offended. “And why not me?”

It may have been a rhetorical question, but you gave it as much thought as he had to your earlier question about his reasoning. “Well, you don’t seem like you would be interested. You don’t usually do things unless you have something to gain.”

“Have I not struck you as altruistic?” he asked. You shook your head, opting for honesty above tact. “Good. You are right, I don’t perform favors out of something as naïve as kindness. I have much to gain from this offer.”

“Like what?” you asked. The suspicion in your voice was so thick as to be almost comical, but Jareth didn’t seem offended.

“Pleasure,” he answered simply. “Do you want to meet your needs now? Or will you wait until the next time you have a spare moment to be disappointed by some human in a bar?”

You thought about waiting, you really did. Jareth was cocky enough without giving him access to something as personal as your pleasure. But you were growing close to desperation. That could make you more likely to be careless in Aboveground, something you weren’t willing to risk.

“You’re right,” you said. “It is the most obvious solution.”

The only thing that saved you from the self-congratulatory smile that slid across Jareth’s face was the fact that you erased it with your lips a moment later.

The Goblin King’s teeth were sharp. It had been one of the first things you noticed when you met him so long ago, but you were still a little shocked to be confronted by that sharpness when you slipped your tongue between his lips. 

Jareth’s surprise rivaled your own, though for different reasons. For half a moment, he seemed taken aback by your ardor, but he recovered and took control of the kiss before you could get used to the taste of him. He was like the sweetest wine, and you were instantly addicted.

A hand latched around your jaw kept your head positioned just where Jareth wanted it, and he swept through you like a hurricane. It was all you could do to keep up with him, but you were the first one to succumb to wandering hands. 

His clothes were always so decadent, and you had been waiting a long time to see if they felt as lovely as they looked. You were delighted to say that they did - textures sliding and dancing beneath your fingertips - but you were more focused on what you felt under those clothes.

The heat of Jareth’s skin was immense even through his clothing, enough to pull an answering sensation of heat from you. Every item of clothing you removed from him ratcheted the temperature further up until you felt like there was fire under your skin. 

Halfway through removing Jareth’s ostentatious cape, you pulled away to deposit it safely on his throne. It wouldn’t do to have it trampled by goblins or, worse, land in chicken excrement. 

Jareth muttered complaints for every moment you were away from him, pulling you impatiently closer the moment you were in arm’s reach. “I don’t know why you did that. I intend for that throne to be our next destination.”

You cast an assessing glance toward the door. It looked heavily barred, and you hadn’t been able to budge it, but there was a distinct possibility… “Fine with me, as long as you’re sure we won’t be interrupted. I don’t want to toss any of your subjects from the window of your throne room.”

“The door is locked,” he assured you, ducking his head to press wet kisses down your neck before blowing gently across his handiwork. 

With a shiver at the abrupt shift in temperature, you nodded. “And no goblin has ever managed to circumvent a locked door before.”

Jareth paused, clearly intent on undoing your shirt, but gave a marvelously exasperated groan. “Fine.”

Your triumph was cut off by an abrupt shriek as Jareth pulled you into his arms so strongly that your feet left the floor. “Jareth! What are you doing?”

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this, pet,” he replied, pouting. “I’m not wasting any more time.”

And then he was striding toward a section of the throne room that looked distinctly… soft around the edges, and you recognized it as a portal. All of that was secondary, of course, to the ever-present awareness of being held in Jareth’s arms. 

As someone with a proud set of curves, you could count on one hand the number of times you’d been lifted by a lover. That was a shame, since being carried was something of a weakness for you, especially when you weren’t worried about being dropped. And nothing in Jareth’s expression or posture warned that he was about to run out of strength. 

You were still basking in the sensation as Jareth stepped through the portal and into a room that was nearly as large as the throne room. The major differences were that there was no pit and that the place of the throne was occupied by the largest bed you had ever seen. 

A smile stretched across your face as Jareth set you down on that large bed, and he frowned at you. “What is amusing you?”

“This bed is enormous,” you explained. “Yet I’ve never seen you with anyone.”

“I’ve had a partner here on numerous occasions,” he told you haughtily. “Perhaps you have not seen them because you are so busy finding partners among the humans.”

“Perhaps,” you agreed readily enough. “Or perhaps it has been such a long time that your last partner and I missed each other.”

“That…” Jareth’s lips pursed, “...is possible.”

You didn’t necessarily remember closing your eyes while you laughed at that, but you must have. When you opened them once more, Jareth was looming over you. “Pleased as I am to provide amusement, there are other noises I would rather pull from you.”

Your breath caught at the rough admission. Jareth’s face descended before you could scrape up a response, and then you were too concerned with meeting the intoxicating rhythm of his mouth against yours. 

The next thing you knew, you were resting more securely on the bed with Jareth holding himself above you. Both of you were fully naked and you had no idea how you had gotten that way. Most likely, he had used his magic to remove your clothing, but it was possible that you had been too thoroughly distracted by his kisses to worry about something as minor as what his hands were doing. 

In any case, you were reveling in the way your hands could roam over him without encountering any barriers. Jareth’s body was pale, muscles dancing subtly under his skin. That paleness was marked with occasional scars - silvery marks that spoke of injuries from long ago. You couldn’t see much of him below the mid-torso since he was pressed so tightly to you, but you could feel the delicious length of him, hot and hard against your thigh. 

When Jareth finally pulled away, he only went far enough to make eye contact without either of you crossing your eyes. “I want to taste you. Is that acceptable to you?”

“You’re the king,” you reminded him with a sardonic smile. 

Jareth’s jaw flexed and his mismatched eyes narrowed. “Precisely. Which is why I expect an honest answer when I ask a question. Do you want this?”

“Yes.” The confirmation was a little breathless, but Jareth’s reply had been unexpected for someone who placed such an emphasis on retaining control. “Yes, I do.”

“Good,” he told you with a nod. 

His patronizing tone might have set your teeth on edge, but Jareth accompanied it with a praising stroke down the length of your body. His fingertips trailed fire from your collarbone, over one breast, across the swell of your stomach, and down to the part of you that was aching for him. At the same time, he slid down until his face was even with your hips and you could hardly keep still with the anticipation filling you. 

With your knees already parted around him, Jareth had only to wedge his shoulders between your thighs to gain full access to your core. The sudden exposure to the air of the room sent a chill through the parts of you that were burning the hottest, but the coolness only heightened the sensations. 

Jareth didn’t give you any warning, any time to brace. Instead, he ducked his head suddenly, swiping the flat of his tongue from the bottom of your slit to the very top. He paused for a moment while you made a sound of startled pleasure, his lips quirking. 

“Delicious,” he told you. “I wonder if you’re even sweeter inside?”

Before you could offer any reply, Jareth apparently decided to see for himself. One of your legs was tossed over his shoulder while he pinned the other to the bed. That was the only thing that kept you from trying to strangle him with your thighs when he began to torment you in earnest. 

Those plush lips and wicked tongue explored every part of you, wringing pleasure from you like it was something precious he could save for later. 

An elegant finger pushed into your core, pressing into the heat and slickness of you without a bit of difficulty. Your muscles spasmed so dramatically that it forced you to sit up - or, more accurate, to try. Jareth’s arm across your hips kept you pinned to the bed, leaving you to writhe, squeeze your legs around him, and cry out your pleasure loud enough for the entire castle to hear. The hand pressing you into the softness of the mattress strummed fingers across your hip.

With an expression that felt wild with pleasure, you stared down between your own thighs and clenched even harder around that finger. Your eyes had met Jareth’s mismatched gaze where it peeked over the roundness of your tummy. Mischief glimmered on what you could see of his face, and there was a clear sense of enjoyment in his bearing. 

That eye contact sent an electric thrill through you, and you were gone. Your head kicked back against the pillow and you seemed to leave your body for an eternity, shattering into infinite pieces under the onslaught of pleasure Jareth was using to assault you.You may have made a noise - probably had, if you were judging from your experience so far - but you couldn’t hear it over the way your ears rang with the sound of your mind shattering. 

When you finally settled back into your body again, it felt too small to possibly contain everything you had felt. Jareth was applying long, luxurious licks to your core, sweeping over the entirety of your slit and it was all you could do to push him away. 

Jareth gave you a moment to collect your breath, but soon enough, he was peering down at you with no small amount of pride on his strange face. “Will you recover?”

You were a bit embarrassed by the strength of your reaction to him, but you managed a smile and a nod. “Guess I needed that more than I thought. It’s been a while.”

The fae tilted his head to the side, a hint of a smile showing the white points of his teeth. “My dear, do you honestly believe I have lived so long without learning to draw pleasure from someone? Your state of arousal has little to do with it.”

The post-orgasmic glow kept you from mustering the scoff that deserved. After delivering a sad little huff, you told him, “Humble as ever, Goblin King.”

“I would so hate to leave you with an inaccurate idea of my skill,” Jareth drawled. “I would be happy to provide further proof at your earliest convenience.”

Your breath caught in your throat, leading to an embarrassing cough. On the positive side, that cough gave you a moment to internally puzzle through that. Was Jareth volunteering to do this again sometime? He was technically your boss and your king, and thus a romantic connection you had never experienced before, but you couldn’t honestly say you wouldn’t be with him again. Even ignoring the pleasure - difficult as that was - you… really wouldn’t mind repeating this experience. 

“Uh, okay,” you said elegantly. 

Jareth simply smiled at you, but something about his intent gaze warned that he understood your thoughts as clearly as he did his own. Still, all he said aloud was, “Did that satisfy you, pet? Or would you perhaps like to continue?” 

Before you could fight it, your gaze dropped to the apex of his thighs. He was visibly hard and ready for you, his body betraying an eagerness that was totally hidden in his expression. Despite his state of arousal, Jareth was still giving you the option to be done with him. As he was known for his lack of tact, you recognized and appreciated the effort Jareth was putting into making you comfortable. 

And what better way was there to show your appreciation than to offer some relief?

“I think I might need a little more,” you told him, playing coy. You even added a demure drop of your gaze, though you could see him through your lashes. 

That was how you watched when Jareth’s expression sharpened, though his voice stayed careless. “I don’t believe in offering partial respite. I shall see this task through until it is complete.”

The smile that fought to spread across your face was only stifled by the way Jareth caught at your ankle and pulled you further down the bed. He surged upward at the same time until you were firmly beneath him. The fae dotted your face, jaw, and neck with kisses as he settled heavily on top of you. Your legs parted automatically to wrap around his waist and draw him closer, but you were taken aback when the length of him pressed against your still-sensitive core.

You were still surfing the wave of heightened sensation when you felt the tip of Jareth’s length notch into your opening. 

Jareth’s fingers trailed from your forehead down to your jaw, turning your head until he could peer into your face. “Are you ready for me, pet?”

“Yes,” you agreed eagerly. “Please…”

“Don’t beg, sweet thing,” he instructed. “You never need to beg for me.”

And then he was driving into you - robbing you of any ability to process that.

Jareth had seemed to have an average build below the waist, as you had expected from his elegant physique and slender limbs. Still, he felt earth-shattering as he eased inside of you, enough to take your breath away even considering how wet you were with the remains of your earlier orgasm. 

You were utterly still as he pressed in, locked in place by the amount of concentration you had fixed on the feeling of him. But the first time he withdrew from the depths of you, every part of you writhed beneath him. Your hands grasped, your toes curled, your head tilted in an attempt to ease the groan that fought for release from your throat. 

Jareth swallowed that groan, dipping down easily to sweep through your mouth just as thoroughly as he had the first time. He plundered you greedily, feeding on the sounds you made for him as his hips danced closer and away, closer and away. 

Infuriatingly, he kept you - and himself - poised on the edge of orgasm for an eternity, slowing whenever either of you came too close to the precipice. Jareth chased pleasure eagerly, though, tormenting you with fingers and lips to push you higher without allowing you the relief of release.

“Jareth, please,” you begged as his hips slowed once more.

He arched a brow at you. “Yes, pet? What do you need?”

“I-” You gave a hoarse gasp as a deliberate twist of his hips left the length of him brushing against your g-spot. It was followed by a noise of frustration when his pace slowed to a fraction of what it had been. “Please, I need to come.”

His smile was so sudden that it looked almost fierce. “My dear, why did you not tell me earlier?”

A retort sprang to your lips, but it died there as he shifted infinitesimally inside of you. That minor change had devastating effects on the angle of his thrusts inside of you, which picked up speed until it was all you could do not to drown in him. 

Your body tightened around his as it had done so many times before, but he didn’t slow this time. Instead, his lips caught yours as his thumb strummed your clit.

That kiss was only broken when your orgasm hit you like a train, kicking your head back and dropping your mouth open so you could cry out from the incredible intensity of the pleasure that filled you. Your limbs curled around Jareth, constricting to keep him pressed against you as tightly as possible.

On his side of things, Jareth didn’t seem inclined to fight his imprisonment. His hips pistoned between your trembling thighs, burying himself in you over and over until - finally - his rhythm faltered. 

Those sharp teeth were bared in a snarl as he pushed himself as deeply as he could get. The warmth of his release flooded you. 

When the frantic pulses of his hips slowed, Jareth let himself drop on top of you. His weight was on you for a fraction of a second before he twisted to pull you on top of him instead. Since he was still buried in your core, the motion left you in the grip of an aftershock, but you recovered enough to move off of him. 

Jareth’s eyes were closed, but his hands lashed out to keep you from moving as soon as you started to. “I don’t know where you think you’re going, pet, but you are mistaken.”

“I’m just rolling off of you, Jareth,” you told him, exasperated. “If I crush you, it’ll be regicide and I can’t imagine a goblin trial is pleasant.”

“It isn’t,” he agreed, eyes still closed. “But mostly because they show an inability to focus on a single issue for more than seconds at a time. And as for being crushed by you… Not only is it an impossibility, but it sounds rather pleasant.”

“Jareth…” you sighed. 

That made him open his mismatched eyes and you were startled to see the changes in them. The blue-green of his human eye was expanding both toward the pupil and over the white sclera. The pupil-less darkness of his fae eye was doing the same, slowly working out until the entire orb of his eye was dark. 

When Jareth finally spoke, it was with a smile that showed his sharp teeth. “Did you know there is a difference in the way you say my name now?”

You paused, scanning over his face for a moment before you asked, “And what does that mean?”

Jareth didn’t immediately answer you, but his smile didn’t fade during the stretch of quiet. At long last, he said, “It means that things have changed between us. It means that I encourage you to seek to satisfy your needs in my bed. And it means that I chose the perfect person to serve as my emissary in the human world.”

That was significantly less worrisome than what you thought he would say. In fact, it was even… sweet. “I certainly never thought I would end up here, but I can’t say that I regret it.”

“Faint praise,” Jareth said dryly. “But praise nonetheless. We shall see whether we can further improve your outlook on your place in my kingdom.”

“I look forward to that,” you admitted, relaxing slightly into him. 

Jareth’s arms tightened around you, drawing you even closer. “As do I.”

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Author's Note - Thanks for reading! I'm not officially accepting requests, but someone sent this one in and it caught my interest enough to help me break through some writer's block.

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[tinalbion]

“Wildest Dreams” ||

Jareth the Goblin King x GN!Reader 

Rating: None; slight mention of ‘unfit’ household / childhood

Length: 4.5k

Summary: You’ve had a creative imagination since you were a child, but your mind always leads back to one thing: A Goblin King surrounded by goblins of all shapes and sizes. What makes you dream of such things, and what were to happen once you begin receiving letters from a man who only signs as ‘Your King’?

A/N: This was inspired by a comfort letter I received in character from Jareth at the Goblin King masquerade ball I attended, this popped into my head and wouldn’t leave, so this came to be. If I am inspired and people tend to enjoy it, I will continue with a part 2. 

Tagging @lackingspace <3

You stared at the letter for what felt like hours, the sun rose and set, and all you could do was stare at the writing on the parchment. 

In your other hand, your fingers played with the key attached to the parchment with a royal purple ribbon, your fingers mindlessly twirled it around while your eyes reread every single line. 

You figured that all of those wild dreams you had were just that: dreams. The imagination of a child that stuck with you well into your adulthood. It only meant you were creative and had an overactive imagination, but to receive this letter on your birthday once again, well, it was almost unsettling to you. 

'If you ever wish to escape your everyday life, just clasp the key and speak into the night, your King will come.'

You've dreamt of him before, the Goblin King that whisks children away to turn into goblins, but he seemed so beautiful to be a king of such creatures. Either way, he came to you every so often and you figured once again it was just dreams. He would treat you nicely and carry you off into the mazed garden, where he would watch you as you twirled around the water fountain and you brought color to his dull world, you'd see him smile at you when you'd catch him staring. 

It was just dreams, you'd say, yet you would think of him as someone who could truly be out there, searching for you. Your friends all called you delusional and figured you still believed in invisible friends, maybe you just never grew up, and they were partially right. The day you were taken by the Goblin King because your older sibling wished you away, there was a part of you that remained there, locked away in the dungeon of his castle. 

But ever since you turned 18, you'd wondered if they were dreams that your kind used to cope with the abuse you suffered at the hands of your sibling. It was typical of them to roughhouse with you or to make you take the fall for broken or damaged items, hell, they despised you sometimes and you didn't understand why. You couldn't help that you existed. So you dreamt of a magical place that other people took for granted, and you thought that was normal. 

So the night they said those words and figured you'd be better off in the labyrinth when they didn't come for you and didn't fight through the Goblin City to bring you back, Jareth felt pity for you. As much as he figured it wouldn't bother him, he'd done this so many times before, the way he looked down at you as you looked around in confusion rather than screaming got him thinking. He held you in his arms and watched you carefully, you got along with the goblins that surrounded you, you had even laughed with them as you sat in his throne room, and yet he waited to see if you would have been rescued. Once it hit the twelve-hour mark, he had stood from his seat on the windowsill, his cape trailing behind him as he bent down and scooped you into his arms. 

When the goblins wanted to question him about his intentions, he whipped around with a fierce gaze and shut them right up. With you in his arms, he vanished from the room and appeared in the center of yours, your crib empty and messed up. He set you down and you settled in nicely, but your wide eyes stared up at him curiously. When he looked down at you and placed his slender finger in your tiny palm, you squeezed it and smiled. 

He hadn't thought of anyone but you since then, he wished that your family would care for you deeply and that your sibling wouldn't be so harsh on you, yet that wasn't the case. Time for him in the labyrinth passed differently, so he practically watched you grow, and with you, something within him grew. He felt fondness, something he hadn't even thought would come with this job, and he successfully dodged it for so long. His other special case, the one other time he allowed himself to feel, was when a girl wished her little brother away, but she was stronger than Jareth had even hoped for, and she wriggled from his grasp. 

That was so long ago, but now as he watched you from the crystal in his hand, he didn't know how to feel as you reread the letter again and again. His heart almost pounded wildly as he watched your fingers twirl the key around, he could sense how you contemplated the words written for you, how you wished you could believe it, and maybe you'd surprise him and call out to him. 

He would wait, and so he did. 

Funnily enough, he didn't have to wait long. 

As you sat in the center of your bed, your hand holding onto the key tightly, you closed your eyes and almost began to laugh at how ridiculous you felt. 

"God, what am I doing? This is stupid… But…" you sighed and sat up straight, then closed your eyes again, keeping them shut. "I wish the Goblin King would whisk me away to the castle…" 

Nothing happened at first, your eyes opened and you were still surrounded by the darkness, so you let out a disappointed sigh. With a shake of your head, you stood up and felt your feet tap onto the floor that wasn't yours. The next time you blinked, your world melted away to reveal a warmly lit hallway that looked as if it could be inside a castle. Sconces that held torches lined the wall on either side, so you looked both ways down the hallway, curious as to which direction you should go to get out of there, but something pulled you straight ahead, so you followed that feeling, and examined the walls as you did.

They had been lined with cobwebs and there had been some clutter here and there, but overall it was like any other castle. You wanted to rush to the first door you saw to find answers, but something about this intrigued you, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder. Your fingers slid across the cool stone as you rounded the corner, you were greeted by a large opening that led to a familiar garden, and a large water fountain sat directly in the middle. 

You had seen this before in your dreams, where the king of these lands had kept you safe from the walls beyond the castle, and you smiled as you neared it. 

"This isn't real…" you tried to convince yourself, even if it was growing more and more doubtful in your mind. "I mean… can it be?"

"It's quite real if you believe that it is," a voice said behind you, which caused you to jump and yell out. "There is no way to tell if it's not." He smiled at you, which revealed a crooked grin as his sharp eyes watched you. 

"I… I've been here before, haven't I?"

"Have you?"

You scoffed at the vagueness of his responses, but there was something inside of you screaming, telling you the obvious answers to your questions. "You're him aren't you, you're the Goblin King."

"Yes, that much is obvious."

"Why have you written me all those letters?"

"The same reason you seem bound to this place, there is a part of you that dreams of this castle, and therefore a part of you that longs to be here. Can you not feel it when you wake?"

You stood near the edge of the fountain and looked at him, truly took a good look at him, and thought. He was right, you always did seem to be happy when you were here, and when you woke from your dreams, you felt the ache within your chest the further you pulled away. It was outrageous to think you'd long for this place that you'd only visited in dreams, how was it even possible?

"Y/N, you came here on your own accord this time, without the help of sleep to guide you, which means you wanted to be here." 

He waved his hand and suddenly a crystal ball appeared in his grasp. It had looked fuzzy at first from where you stood, but the more you focused on the images in the reflection, the clearer it became. It had been flashes of your childhood and how you had been taken here as a baby, you backed away and leaned against the stone of the fountain. 

"That was real…" you muttered aloud. "All of it."

"Indeed," was all the king said. 

You looked up at him and stared if only for a moment. "I've known you my entire life, I've felt you all my life as if you'd been watching me."

"I have, I've always kept a watchful eye on you, Y/N."

"Then why didn't you save me from that awful house? Why didn't you let me remain in the castle as a Goblin? Anything would have been better if I'd been out of there."

"You may not be able to see it right now through jaded eyes, but I can tell you that your humanity and your mortality shouldn't be taken for granted. You needed to come here on your own of your own free will."

You nodded slowly, not wanting to overthink it, but you focused on his words and couldn't help but agree. Would you have been so willing if you had been turned into one of those creatures without your thought in mind? You wouldn't be so happy if you had no choice in the matter, so you released a sigh and bit your tongue. 

"You're right, I guess that makes me happy you kept that in mind. Thanks…" The more you looked at him, the more detail you saw in his face of how sharp his features were, but something in his eyes and the way they fixated on you made you feel aflutter. You had always thought that the man in your dreams was going to be your 'knight in shining armor come to take you away', you just never realized that it could very well be a king of goblins coming to claim you to live in his castle. 

The King didn't move from his spot a few feet away, instead, he remained quite distant, wary. He wanted to gauge your reactions while refraining from overwhelming you, he was just impressed that you arrived so soon. His eyes flickered down and saw the small key still in your grasp, and there was a small pull on the corner of his mouth. 

"In lighter news," he began as he shifted, "you're welcome in the castle for as long as you deem worthy, all you need to do if you want to go back is to wish it with that." His eyes flickered back down to the key and he gestured toward it. "But if you're weary and need to rest, feel free to follow me to the great hall if you'd like. There's some food and drink to your liking that will be served."

You took a step forward and felt your stomach grumble, just now remembering that you hadn't really eaten tonight due to not wanting to hang around the dinner table for too long, so you slunk back to your room with minimal food in your stomach. "I could go for a bite…"

The king spun dramatically as his cape fluttered around him, then he walked ahead of you just fast enough that you wouldn't clip his heels. The click of his boots echoed throughout the halls as you followed obediently behind him, unable to truly say anything. What could you say to this situation anyway? 

"Say, uh, what should I call you? I've felt like I've known you forever and yet don't know your name."

He continued to walk but peeked over his shoulder at you, his piercing eye caught your gaze. "You may call me anything you like, though my name is Jareth."

"Oh, forgive me, but thank you for your hospitality, Jareth, er, your Highness. Feels weird." 

He chuckled as he turned back and continued to guide you. "All things will feel strange until you get used to them, it's nothing though, I shan't charge you with treason for not knowing my name, I promise."

"I'd be worried to find out what kind of kingdom you run if you DID charge people with treason for such a thing," you laughed. "But I do like your castle."

"You enjoyed it here as a child as well, glad to know some things haven't changed."

And then you fell silent for a while until you both turned a corner and walked into the great hall, where there had been a long table in the center of the room, only one place setting truly seemed as if it belonged there, but there had been an obvious second placement set up right beside the head of the table. On the surface, several covered silver platters shone dimly against the candlelight, and other platters that had been revealed all smelled delicious. 

You took a deep breath and sighed when you smelled the savory foods, your stomach growled louder this time, and your face glowed with embarrassment. "Sorry," you said instinctively. 

"Don't be, you must be hungry. Come, sit with me."

You followed and sat into the chair he pulled out for you, very unkingly yet you found it a kind gesture. As you settled in and stared down at the setting, you wondered if this was food made for human consumption, but once you saw Jareth sitting on the chair as he watched you carefully, he lifted his chin as you raised a cover.

“Is it not to your liking?”

“Is it… is it for humans?”

He chuckled. “Of course, it is, Y/N. You are a guest and I wouldn’t go as far as serving you food you cannot ingest.”

You looked down at it and smiled when it was a comfort plate you liked growing up, despite you being older now, the mere thought of it brought a smile to your face. As you started to bring forkfuls to your lips, only then did he begin to feast alongside you, but he remained only interested in you and what you were doing. 

“So uh,” you began after you wiped your mouth with a napkin, “why do you write me almost every year on my birthday?”

Jareth leaned back further in his seat and watched you curiously, truly wondering how he should respond to your question. How could he say that he was keeping you at arms length because he felt something for you, something he hadn’t felt in years since the one girl who he tried to give his affections had torn him down and left him alone upon his throne, yet here he was thinking of you constantly? There was something in you that he couldn’t shake from his thoughts, and the more he watched you grow up and the more he saw the true, raw power within you, it only made him ache for you further. 

“I know what it’s like to not have a childhood worth telling, and the day you arrived here was one that changed me, nothing more.” 

He was rather tight-lipped about his thoughts on the matter, but you didn’t mind, seeing him here as he just stared seemed rather mysterious, but you didn’t feel uncomfortable in his presence but quite the opposite. You trusted him more than you could ever explain to anyone like he would know all of your secrets and keep them close to his heart, but there was something unspoken between the both of you that you couldn’t put your finger on. 

You offered him a smile and pushed the plate away, having eaten your fill of food, now you just wanted to explore his world, and as if he could sense your thoughts, he stood from his chair and offered his hand.

“I will ask of you one thing, little one,” he said in a hushed tone, “that you always be honest with me. I may seem reserved, but in due time, I will be open with you, so long as you can do the same with me.”

Without hesitation, you nodded in agreement and offered him a small smile. “Of course, you whisked me away from that awful place, you offered me more than I deserve all those years ago, and I can’t thank you enough.” As you grabbed his hand and he pulled you to your feet, you stumbled slightly only to be caught by him, your bodies so close to one another that you felt the current of excitement and your nerves were on edge. 

As much as he didn't want to, Jareth pulled away and once again began to guide you away and into the depths of his castle. As you tried your best to keep up, your attention was pulled every which way you looked whenever you'd see an open door, and you had seen so many things in a short amount of time! 

There were goblins doing all sorts of chores, there had been some cooking, others causing a disturbance in one of the pantries, and even some that had been training in combat, albeit rather poorly. You couldn't help but stifle your laughter until you walked past a room door that had only been slightly ajar, and once again, your curiosity got the better of you. As Jareth continued to glide down the hall, he took notice of your now quieted footsteps, so he pretended as if it didn't catch his attention while he rounded the corner. 

He knew the room you'd stumbled upon, one that he'd visited many times as you grew, it was the one place he sought solace when he desired it the most. As you pushed the door open and it gently creaked, it revealed a large desk cluttered with papers and a quill, several ink bottles, amongst other trinkets. There had been a shelf lined with several glowing crystals, all of which sat atop a small round wooden pedestal each lined with a soft velvet cushion. Your eyes looked upon each one, all of them having the same swirling, misty look inside of them, so you walked away and continued your search as your eyes settled on the shelf that held more trinkets and some books scattered about. 

Each spine of a book was intricate in design and the covers seemed as if they were the first edition from the timelines they originated from, none of which had any titles or authors engraved on their covers. Your fingers slid across the spines but you didn't dare pick them up from their resting place, you admired them as you continued to look at each small treasure or bauble. There had been random pieces that looked like they came straight from a fairytale, like a hunk of wood that was carved delicately into a knight upon a horse, there was a ceramic creature that seemed ages old but still in prime condition, one that seemed it could have been from his childhood, but there really wasn't much else besides the mess on the desk. 

You would respect his privacy and leave that alone, but as you walked by, there had been several scribbled-out drawings smeared with charcoal that sat slightly scattered on the corner of the desk. As you passed, you saw that they had been figure drawings of a couple, one seemed so far away from the other as the other danced off in the distance, it seemed almost as if the closer figure was yearning for the other. Your eyes sat upon the drawing for a moment and felt something stir within you, you just couldn't tell what it was, but now that feeling was replaced with fear of being found out of your snooping. 

It was high time you got out of there before you were caught, so you squeezed out of the door and placed it back where you had found it, then smoothed out your shirt and made your way back to Jareth's side. As you rounded the corner where you saw him last, you practically ran into him as he leaned against the wall, as if he were waiting for you to come back. 

"Ah, there you are, I thought you'd get sidetracked in there to the point I'd have to chase after you. Find anything interesting?"

Your face flushed as you stood there, caught red-handed and filled to the brim with embarrassment, unable to find the right words to say. "I did," was all you could muster. 

He hummed and pushed himself from the wall and began to lead the way once again. "If you truly decide you don't want to go back, then would you like me to show you your quarters?"

"You'd give me a room here?"

Jareth turned to peek over his shoulder a little as he smiled. "But of course, unless you'd rather sleep with the goblins in their pile. They'd always welcome another."

"No!" You shouted loudly, suddenly. Then you flushed again and felt heat warm your cheeks. "I didn't mean it like that, I just–"

"I know very well what you meant," Jareth said abruptly, "but don't think I'd let you sleep in a goblin pile, much too unsanitary for you. I will show you to your room and then you can decide from there what you'd like to do. Sound fair?"

You nodded. "Yes, I think that's fair." While he finally arrived at the destination of the room you'd stay in if you so chose, you realized a large set of doors sat several feet away at the end of the hall. "What's in that room?"

"Those are my chambers."

You stiffened and realized his room was just near yours, this was no mere coincidence, was it? Ignoring those questions, you then pushed through the door to yours and peeked inside, and you smiled once you laid eyes upon it. "Oh wow, it's like the room I always wanted…"

Jareth smirked and leaned against the doorway as he watched you test out the bed, the mattress feeling plush and comfortable, and he watched as you flung onto your back and just laid there happily. 

"This is perfect, Jareth, I love it. It'll be nice to have space for myself, especially when my sibling is in town. I plan on moving out, you know. I've been working so much just to afford my own place, it's going to be worth it."

"Why don't you remain here, Y/N?" 

You sat up and stared at him for a moment in bewilderment. "Stay…here?"

He simply nodded. 

"How would that even work? I don't, I mean, how does your kingdom work? Would I work here to earn my keep, what would I do? It's so different from home."

"You do ask many questions, I admire your curiosity. But it would be simple, you could do whatever it is you wish; explore the Goblin City, remain on the castle grounds, you would only work if you so chose to, but it wouldn't be necessary."

"What, all of this in exchange for what? I appreciate the hospitality, but what would you gain from this?"

Jareth straightened and continued to look at you. "It's simple, you claim your spot by my side. Fear me, love me, do whatever I ask, and I will be your slave. You do feel it, don't you? The feeling we both get when you arrive here in your dreams, it's an inevitable pull even since you came here that I cannot escape."

“Those are– those are dreams, aren’t they? Something in my subconscious that happens as I sleep, it means very little in the waking world, does it not? Just because I, well uh, never mind…”

Jareth had caught your hesitation, the way you broke your gaze as you sat on the bed and played with the hem of your shirt only gave him the opening to walk up to you, and he looked down at you with a soft expression when you refused to meet his gaze. 

“You don’t understand what I’d give up for you, I have given you so much already and I would continue to do so if you just asked."

The thought of this powerful man standing before you, a king of all things, willing to give you the world and throw it at your feet if you so wished it, how did you end up in this predicament? And what was even more incredibly mindblowing is that you were considering it. 

"This path that has been placed before you is yours alone to decide, whether you deny me and the labyrinth, or you remain here with the power to come and go as you please, that is solely up to you."

"So I'm not trapped here forever?"

The king scoffed at the word. "Of course not, you are not to be my prisoner, Y/N, you are to be welcomed in the castle, in the Goblin City, whenever you please in these lands." 

How could you say no to something so deliciously tempting?

"What if I say yes?" You asked unsurely, your voice trembling slightly in fear you were to promise something you weren't sure you could quite agree to. 

Jareth tilted his head as he looked down at you, he reached out his hand a crystal appeared in his grasp, and he held it up just enough to allow you to focus on the reflection inside. Only you could see the images that played within the sphere, but what you saw was only confirmation of your dreams. 

"It shows you your dreams," he stated, "and this is not an offer for an ordinary person, you're the furthest from ordinary."

You looked up at him and smirked. "I suppose I could take that as a compliment." 

He only smirked, revealing a smile you had only recalled in your memories, you were comforted by him at this moment to the point that you reached out for the crystal as he held it, but he clicked his tongue before your fingers touched it. 

“If you take this, Y/N, you will be accepting your fate here in the Underground, so do not make this decision lightly.”

Your hand was frozen just inches from the crystal as you stared up at him, your expression unwavering as you offered a small smile to ease his ferventness as he leaned toward you, but you were unable to do much other than smile. He had taken your breath away once again and this is what it had built up to after all this time, so what would you do: would you wish yourself away from this place, to never see the Goblin King and his castle again, or would you give it all up to remain here?

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Just some Jareth Headcannons

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This man has no shame in showing you off as his queen. Like he would shout it proudly from the rooftops if he could. He wants everyone to know that you are his by subtle things like walking with his hand on your hip or lower back or kissing you passionately if he feels like anyone else is a threat to him.

He loves it when you wear clothes that make you look like the queen you are. So ballgowns, extravagant outfits, crowns, etc.

He totally sings to you all the time. He is very proud of his talents and would definitely write songs for you. He would also try to get you to dance even if at first you are hesitant.

He will give you anything you desire. You want a garden in the castle? Done. A library with an endless amount of books? It was done yesterday. You want a room dedicated animals? It was always there.

He loves it when you play with his hair, just not in front of his subjects and even in private he won't admit it but he will never fight against you asking to play with it. He will even lay down his head on your lap which after a while becomes a silent request for you to play with his hair while you two talk.

If you are ever overwhelmed or stressed, he might be oblivious at first but after a bit he might notice habits that indicate toward it. After he starts seeing these signs, he would do a number of things to help you calm down or de-stress. He would do anything from simply laying with you while you talk to giving you massages to drawing you a bubble bath.

This man loves kids. We can obviously tell that from how he handled Toby, while tossing a baby in the air is a bit reckless, Toby was happy the whole time. Jareth would be an absolutely great father.

Jareth does have some anger management issues but after you came into the picture, you have definitely helped him regulate his anger and frustration. He genuinely tries to not take it out on you but after a really stressful day he might snap and yell at you but would never physically hurt you. That being said, he would instantly regret ever opening his mouth and would beg you for forgiveness. The next day he would shower you with gifts and attention.

He is also very protective over you. If anyone ever ave you a problem, even if it was small, they would totally get a visit from him. If you just wanted it to be your fight, then you would have to let Jareth know before he started with threats of his own. But after you handled the problem, he would want to know all the drama down to the single detail.

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#filmedit #labyrinthedit #jareth x sarah #labyrinth #david bowie #jennifer connelly #movieedit #sarah x jareth #bowieedit #i feel like you can chart my progression as an artist by my labyrinth fanart over the years #feel like I finally captured the scene :') #my art #fanart #nicole clowes

[bunnni-gutz]

“phantom as the phantom of the opera” this and “phantom as phantom of the opera” that. WHAT ABOUT PHANTOM AS JARETH THE GOBLIN KING???

#just fear me love me do as i say and i will be your slave #the band ghost #ghost #phantom ghoul x reader #phantom ghoul #i ask for so little #just let me rule you #randy moore #jareth the goblin king #labyrinth #phantom of the opera

[tomriddleslovergirl]

Jareth The Goblin King headcanons.

Talks to you about how lonely he was before meeting you.

Tries his best to give you whatever you desire.

Will try his best to cheer you up when you are upset.

Loves when you compliment his outfits.

If someone (a goblin) is confident enough to flirt with you he will 100% make fun of them.

Jareth is clingy. He loves spending time with you.

He loves to dance with you. If you don’t know how to dance, he’ll try to teach you.

Lowkey kinda creepy, but when you're not around and he misses you, he will watch you from his crystal ball.

He loves praising you and loves it when you do too.

He doesn’t like to get messy but if you paint or garden, he would watch you.

Likes to just lay in bed with you and likes to take in all your features. Gently caressing your body and drawing shapes on your skin.

First fanfic on this account! Feel free to send requests.

#jareth the goblin king #jareth x reader #The labyrinth #Jareth the goblin king x reader #Jareth the goblin king x you

[laughableillusions]

Nick: I wish I lived somewhere else, I wish I lived in a land so green of crystal blue. I wish I knew things were okay and I could find someone true :(

Jareth in Nick’s window:

#jareth x reader #Jareth #jareth the goblin king #labyrinth 1986 #oc x canon #oc: Nick Cardinal #hey girl are you the underground because um daddy daddy please get me out of here- #no that joke doesn’t land #I’ll workshop it

[violetlunette]

OH! Oh! I was just listening to the Labyrinth ost and got another AU(ish) idea! When Silver was a baby, and Lilia first found him, Malleus was super jealous that he had to share Lilia’s attention. One day, while watching the baby as Lilia went to chop wood or something, Malleus tells Silver the tale of the Goblin King, not realizing that reciting his tale summons him. Malleus then makes an ill-thought comment that he wishes the goblin king would take Silver away, so he can have Lilia to himself again. And low and behold, David Bowie does just that. (What he plans to do with the babe, I’ll leave to your angsty minds. Does he plan to eat him? Make him an heir? Steal his body? Raise him as a love? Your pick.) Malleus—having a conscience regrets his words and finds Lilia. Together they go to the Labryth and navigate it to save Silver. The hitch? They both lose their magic there, and their fae abilities are toned down to the level of a human, so they have a hard time. After many traps and tricks, they make it to the goblin city. While Lilia handles the army, Malleus faces Jareth and saves baby Silver, who crawls into his arms. After Jareth’s defeat, the trio goes home, and slowly but surely, Malleus starts to fall in love with the little baby.

#lol did I inspire a new ship? #Malleus x Jareth #The Dragon Prince and the Goblin King #what a pair #I'd like to imagine Lilia going papa wolf mode and tearing apart the maze #but let's be honest he'd probably be having the time of his life with Malleus being more concerned than he is #Lilia why are you playing in the bog of stench when your son is in danger? #stop playing with the man with the bird in his hat #no don't talk to the fire dancers even Jim didn't like those #twst malleus #malleus draconia #twisted wonderland malleus #twst lilia #twst silver #twst #silver twst #silver twisted wonderland #lilia vanrogue #labyrinth #jim henson #baby silver #mine #twst idea #twisted wonderland #disney's twisted wonderland #I will not stop these idea until I am bored! Be fore warned

[angstyantoinette]

Yandere! Jareth x Fem! Reader

When was it now that he first saw you, in all your blameless abundance? Was it through his crystals, after many a painful night, where he was remembered all too well of his failed games?

Every time he looked in the mirror, he saw nothing but her cruel eyes. She consumed his nightmares, tore his heart apart and tossed his affections for her back in his face.

Not so sweet Sarah.

"You have no power over me."

He often woke up in his empty chambers, reaching immediately for the crystals but almost recoiling at the searing memory of her muttering those hateful, fateful words.

Possibly so, though at his worst, Jareth often felt the unescapable urge to see her again. To talk to her again, perhaps to check up on her?

No. No.

Sarah was never His.

She was too good for him.

Yet, she could be so poisonous. Ungrateful for his love, his offering to be everything she wanted that the human world could never live up to.

As much as he tried to forget and allow himself to rise higher than ever-like he did after the other runners had long gone- his stolen Sarah had crumbled Jareth to dust. She had taken his power, the strength she had taken so long to find within herself and turned everything upside down.

That was enough to direct his misplaced pining towards something akin to hatred.

What he could bear himself to see was hurtful, the betrayal seeming so fresh within his memory. He shook as he gazed upon fractured shards of Sarah moving on to her adult life, Sarah finding love elsewhere, Sarah Williams forgetting of all she had known of the labyrinth.

Forgetting all she had known about HIM.

Jareth could never have let something like that change him forever. It wouldn't matter in the long run, he'd always said. He could make and break a million things with the flick of his wrist...all that could be thought was that heartbroken king was often a dangerous one.

Sarah was just one of many runners in his realm. She had fought tooth and nail like the rest to take her brother back from Jareth's claws...escaping with him.

Time moved differently in the Labyrinth, as those who resided there were constantly reminded. The goblins knew that something had been slipping in their ruler's sense of being for all the time he spent grieving. But night after night all Jareth could see was a hollowed king. A husk of the being he'd always been...but wasn't sure he would ever be again.

Within you.

He closed his eyes, forcing out the imagery of his defeat. He'd tried. Spinning the world around the girl's every whim and wish only to be slighted by mere words in the end. After everything! Taking her to a ball to fraternize with his kind. He thought he could trust her. He thought, that in due time, she would come to trust him and welcome him completely. How foolish, how wanting could he have been?

In many ways, Jareth could be just as naive, just as willfully igorant as she once was.

Day after day he wandered throughout the wide expanses of his realm, feeling lost within his own creation. The need to feel a sense of humanity within himself, despite being such a formidable ruler for...millenniums, was it? It couldn't have possibly been that long since he came to the throne, somewhat unsure yet ambitious with his power. He remembered the pride he felt when he fully grasped the power flowing through him.

He remembered the euphoric feeling of his lavish feasts, his wondrous costumes. His many affairs, the charm and mild arrogance that won just about everyone over. All kinds of people wanted to have the chance to walk through his doors and dance the night away, guzzling enchanted wines and being accosted at every turn.

Jareth was the one everyone wanted.

The dances and banquets dwindled from many hundreds to just one.

Over the course of his new, solitary way of rule, he began receiving wishes. Pathetic cries of anguish that never seemed to cease until he granted them. They were restless wishes, selfish pleads, culminating in the first runner all those years ago.

No Sarah...not for many years to come.

"Why have you come here?"

Jareth swallowed thickly, casting his eyes towards the glass sculptures within the cold walls of the palace. He didn't like the feeling of confinement that he rejected in his own kingdom. He thrived within his own fashion, and no one would ever worm their way into his head, festering his thoughts even faster than they already were.

"I seek guidance, from you.”

A chuckle.

"You...need guidance from me? Of all of your subjects, you beg for my help?" A deep, yet obviously female voice mocked him from the shadows of the unfamiliar palace. The air of feeling cornered, feeling surrounded was on of his many discomforts in his otherwise, usually fulfilling life.

"There's something...I must clarify with you. Or ask, I suppose-"

"Well which one is it, a question or a selfish demand?"

Jareth snapped his head upwards, pulling his hand away from his face, revealing a scowl. He gritted his teeth and let his hand bolt down to his side, clenching it.

Don't say the words, you fool.

You know what happens.

"Call it a question, Khara. It is all I ask of you, then I'll be out of your way.”

#yandere #x you #yandere jareth #yandere labyrinth #labyrinth #drabble #headcanon

[somedaylazysomeday]

Dreams - Part Three

You've had uncomfortably vivid dreams since your last meeting with Jareth. One night takes it too far and you decide to confront him about it.

Jareth x fem!reader

Rating: Mature. Minors, please do not interact.

Word Count: 3,600

Warnings: Mentions of bad dreams and sleeplessness, stalking, mild equinophobia, fae bullshit.

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Once upon a time, you didn’t dream. 

It had concerned you back then, made you wonder if there was something wrong with you. At any rate, you had suspected that the cause was a wild-haired fey king with mismatched eyes and a penchant for glitter. 

You dreamed every night now. And this time, you knew the cause. 

Jareth, the fae Goblin King, had done this to you. You weren’t entirely certain how, but you there was no other reason you would be back in that damned labyrinth every time you closed your eyes. Especially since your last meeting - in a dream, of course - had ended with him threatening to track you down no matter how far you ran. 

There were a lot of other activities that took place during that meeting, but you tried not to think too hard about them. It wasn’t difficult. You were often too tired to think about anything other than things that were necessary to function in your everyday life.

You saw Jareth, of course. Not terribly often and never close-up, but he was clearly keeping tabs on you. Sometimes, you would round a street corner only to see him disappearing behind a building in the distance. Or you would catch the scent of glitter and magic in the air when the heating kicked on at your job. Or you would come home, darkness pressing against the outside of the open blinds, and find that a single owl feather on the exterior windowsill. 

The Goblin King had definitely not disappeared. The only thing you couldn’t understand was why he hadn’t made his move. You understood fae patience, but he had everything he needed to find you. He had found you. So why was he following you around and inflicting the dreams on you instead of doing something more concrete? 

Perhaps he was waiting for the dreams to push you over the edge of your sanity. For no particular reason, the dreams seemed to be the worst part. 

Any time you slept, you found yourself transported to the labyrinth. It was so close to being what you remembered from when you had run it almost a decade before. High stone walls stretching down either side of you until they met on the distant horizon. The labyrinth had always been impossibly large. Dead branches of fallen trees scattered the corridors and glitter coated random places along the way. When you had first seen them, you remembered wondering if those glitter-covered stones were where a runner’s time had run out. Once in a while, you would catch a glimpse of the twisted castle at the center of the labyrinth, looming in the distance like a fever dream.

And yet, no matter how similar this labyrinth was to the one in your memories, it was not quite the same. It was just as big, just as glittery, but it seemed empty. This dream labyrinth was… desolate, somehow. Abandoned in a way you couldn’t quite put your finger on. 

The labyrinth was, as always, ever-shifting. In your dreams, it seemed determined to keep you on the outside. No matter which of your tricks you used, you never managed to work your way into the interior of the maze. You were always stuck in the long exterior walkways meant to exhaust and deter runners. It was frustrating, to put it lightly. 

The worst part, however, was that the dreams were anything but restful. When you woke up from your nocturnal visits to the labyrinth, it felt as though you had gotten minutes of rest instead of hours. The exhaustion was wearing on you, even more so than the dreams themselves. 

You were in one of those less-than-restful dreams now. 

This was either your third or fourth stone corridor - you couldn’t remember, and the nights blended together behind you. Dreams of the labyrinth didn’t fade with time, acting more like memories than true dreams in your mind. In any case, you weren’t going to make much more progress that night. You could feel time passing outside of the dream and you could only hope your alarm would blare soon. The only reason you kept walking is because you refused to stare blankly at a glittering stone wall for the rest of the time before you woke up. The very thought made you want to scream.

Eyeballs on fungal stalks watched you move past and you flipped them off as you went. They didn’t seem offended, though one blinked when you kicked a chunk of rock ahead of you. It skittered down the walkway ahead of you, and your spine tingled as you realized the sound of stone on stone was growing louder instead of fading away. That worry didn’t disappear when you caught up with the then-still rock, passing it as the sound continued to grow louder. 

You were close to a corner of the labyrinth by that point and your pace picked up slightly as you stepped into another corridor. Maybe the source of the noise would come into view. Maybe that would even be a good thing, though you weren’t holding your breath.

As you hurried down the new corridor, the noise grew louder and the pace of it - once steady - had increased dramatically. You felt an odd shift in the air of the labyrinth a bare millisecond before a shape emerged from around the next corner. 

The stretches of rock, weeds, and glitter that made up the outer edges of the labyrinth were ridiculously, impossibly long, and it was difficult for you to see what the shape was, but it seemed wrong. How, you weren’t certain, but it strained your already-taut nerves. The rhythmic sound continued to grow louder, though it stayed at that increased pace… and you suddenly realized what it was.

Hoofbeats. 

You frowned even as your feet slowed. If that was a horse, it was a truly massive one. At least the size of a Shire horse, if not a little bigger, and approaching faster than you could believe. In fact, you wondered if you should turn back the way you had come. You wouldn’t be able to outrun the horse, but anything would be better than approaching it head-on. 

You weren’t afraid of horses. That much was a constant in your life. You had never gotten the chance to spend a lot of time around the animals, but they didn’t make you nervous. But surely being afraid to face down a behemoth horse galloping in a narrow stone walkway was proof of self-preservation instead of fear. 

Even in the moments you had taken to consider turning back, the horse had nearly halved the distance between you. It was still at a distance that made it difficult to see clearly, but it was much closer than it had been before. By that point, you could see that it was a horse, it was larger than any horse you had ever seen, and that you were scared. 

Before you could really process what was happening, you had spun on the toe of your shoe and started running as fast as you could in the opposite direction. It wasn’t a pace you could keep up long-term, but all you needed was a little bit of space.

Suddenly, the labyrinth was open beside you. For all of the time you had spent searching for the optical illusion of the openings in the walls, you had never found one. But now, the labyrinth seemed to be urging you further into its heart. You would normally find that suspicious, but the pounding of hoofbeats behind you was closer than ever, close enough that you could feel each percussive strike of a shod hoof against the ground rattling your ribcage.

You tore through the gap in the labyrinth’s walls, hurling yourself against the opposite wall and ricocheting off. When you had caught your balance, you started moving in the direction the horse was approaching from. With any luck, it would keep running and you would keep running and both of you would end up as far away from each other as possible in your individual lanes of stone.

Beside you, the labyrinth rebuilt itself. Previously, you had only seen the aftereffects of it moving - changed layouts, new passages, courtyards that went missing between one glance and the next - but you had never seen it in motion. It was still incredibly quick, but you could see the slight upward motion of the wall before your eyes, like the labyrinth was building it from the ground up, but impossibly quickly. 

Speaking of impossible speed… the hoofbeats were already on the other side of the new wall. There was no way it should be there already, even with the pace you had seen it traveling. You froze when the hoofbeats abruptly stopped, and you staggered to a halt at the apex of your run so you could listen intently. Breath whooshed through nostrils as the horse shifted its weight. 

You were panting from the effort of running, but you clapped a hand over your mouth to muffle your gasped breaths. Maybe you had seen too many horror movies, but you had a strong fear that a single sound from you would make something dramatically bad happen. 

The horse took a step. Then another. It started walking in the direction you had come from and you stood listening for far longer than you thought necessary. But that still wasn’t long enough for your heart rate to ease to a speed that wouldn’t lead to you passing out in one of the glitter piles. 

When you could move again, you took careful steps until you could press a hand against the wall that had saved you. The stone was warm under your hand, rough and solid as every other wall in the labyrinth. 

You preemptively shut down any stray feelings of gratitude that may try to surface. “I’m not going to thank you for saving me. You’re the one who kept me out of here all this time.” 

Then you felt stupid for talking to a wall, so you quickly turned and hurried down the corridor in the direction you had been walking. Or, at least, that had been the plan. Your foot collided with a fallen tree trunk - not large enough to hurt you, but large enough to make you trip. You narrowly avoided falling flat on your face, but the sounds of your shoes against the stone ground was loud. 

Every muscle in your body tensed, the tension skyrocketing to levels that made your throat tight. It didn’t plateau, either. It ratcheted higher and higher until you were ready to scream… but the sound of hooves pounding against stone snapped the tension so thoroughly that all you could do was start sprinting down the corridor. 

The hoofbeats came up on you, again with that impossible quickness, and you glanced back over your shoulder in terror. You caught sight of a black shape surging up and over the wall of the labyrinth and your knees went weak with terror. 

When you opened your eyes, they started searching the ceiling of your room for any hint of a giant black horse. There was none, of course, but you still struggled to get your breathing under control. You were panting, your lungs aching with the effort of trying to outrun the beast. A sheen of sweat covered your body and you grimaced at the dampness of your pajamas and the sheets under you. Your top sheet and comforter had been spared only because you had kicked them off so violently that they lay in a heap on the floor beside your bed. 

As soon as you were fully awake and cognizant of the lack of danger, your wide-eyed stare turned into a glare. You hadn’t slept well in so long. The dreams of the labyrinth left you with a sense that you had spent all night wandering rather than resting, but you had never woken up mid-dream. Then again, you had never been chased in your dreams, either. 

In any case, this really was too much, and you decided to do something about it. Unfortunately, the only thing you could do was find Jareth. 

Finding him was a remarkably simple process. The employees at a local coffee shop had given you an odd look when you asked to sit outside. It was early spring and winter still lurked in the night. It was nearly an hour until dawn, and the air hung cold and humid.

Still, they had said the patio was open. You stepped outside with your beverage and chose a seat facing the sidewalk. Then all you had to do was wait. 

It took longer than you had expected, but really only a few minutes had passed when you watched Jareth approach. His hair was just as wild as ever, but he had traded glitter and skintight pants for leather gloves and a peacoat. 

The Goblin King took a seat next to you, comfortable as if you were old friends. He settled into the chair and lifted a cup to his lips. He definitely hadn’t gone inside, but your memory went fuzzy if you tried to remember whether he had always had a drink with him. But the logo under the clutch of his slender fingers was… wrong, somehow.

And that answered your question. 

“I’m having trouble sleeping,” you told him, continuing the mimicry of friendship you had apparently adopted in the early morning. 

“I confess myself surprised,” Jareth replied. His voice was exactly as smooth and cool as you had remembered it being. “I would have thought you would be weary from the effort of avoiding me.” 

“You mean the occasional glimpses of you on the other side of the street or disappearing around the corner of a hallway at my work?” You snorted. “Hardly takes effort to ignore that.”

It didn’t sound as derisive as you meant it to, even with the snort. To distract yourself from how not-rude you had sounded, you continued on. 

“I keep dreaming about the labyrinth.”

Jareth took a sip from the cup he held. It smelled delicious, but you refused to ask what it was. Not only was he unlikely to answer, but he also may offer you some. Something warned that you wouldn’t be able to decline, and then you would be caught. 

“That does happen.” 

It was a non-answer - not particularly surprising from Jareth, but definitely frustrating. You shifted slightly and Jareth glanced over. He had been studying you every time he believed you weren’t looking, which was also frustrating. It made thinking difficult. 

“I need you to make it not happen anymore,” you said eventually. “I can’t keep functioning like this.”

Jareth set the cup down on the table in favor of folding his hands on the cold metal surface. His expression shifted to something sympathetic, but tainted somehow. It was the facial expression equivalent of poisoned chocolate. “If I could…”

“Could you?” you asked, skepticism heavy in your voice. Maybe it was uncalled for… but if you were to guess from the mischief glittering in his mismatched eyes, you doubted it. “Would you?”

“No.”

It was a simple answer, but you didn’t give him credit for it. He didn’t have much choice in answering a direct question, especially since he couldn’t lie. 

“And why can’t you?” you asked. “You control the labyrinth and everything in it.”

“Mmm… Not precisely.” His attention shifted back to the sidewalk, where people dressed for the work day were beginning to pass regularly. The ones who noticed you and Jareth seemed bewildered at your presence outside, but you ignored them. 

“Explain.” 

“Ordering me about, pet?” Jareth smiled and his teeth looked far, far too sharp for comfort. 

“Please.” It came far too late and through gritted teeth, but Jareth gave a slight incline of his head. 

“I am the ruler of my land, which includes the labyrinth surrounding my castle. But it has a mind of its own and is not strictly my subject.” Jareth tipped his head back and peered upward. The light pollution of the city tinged the sky with rusty orange and obscured the clouds, but it was almost as if he could trace the constellations anyway. For all you knew, maybe he could. “The labyrinth and I share a bond. It fulfills my desires. I believe it is trying to bring us together because of that desire.”

“Then stop desiring me,” you bit out. 

He rolled his head toward you, eyes bright and a grin stretching his mouth wide. “I could never.”

You gave a frustrated huff. “When will it stop?” 

“When you are mine.” You couldn’t tell exactly what expression overtook your face at that, but it was clearly unpleasant. Jareth barked out a laugh, but offered an explanation anyway. “At the moment, the labyrinth calls you toward it when you are asleep, when your defenses down. But every time you see yourself there, its grip on you grows stronger. Eventually, it will bring you there during your waking hours. And then, you will never leave.” 

“How?” you asked, voice soft with horror. “You have no power over me.” 

“No,” he agreed. His voice was equally soft, but lacking all horror. “Have you not wondered why I’ve kept my distance? Your independence from me would have helped you resist the labyrinth as well.”

“That’s a technicality at best,” you hissed.

“My little champion…” The Goblin King’s eyes were soft, filled with a terrifying mixture of pity and mercilessness. “Did you really think you could leave the fae world and never be impacted by the time you spent there? Once you have been touched by the labyrinth, a normal human life is impossible.”

Processing that was nearly impossible and, when you did speak, your voice was hoarse. “But… I won…”

“Winning is never the end of the story - only a sign that you have been marked for bigger things.” 

“Bigger things,” you repeated. “Like being pulled into the labyrinth in my dreams until I end up trapped there.”

Jareth inclined his head in acknowledgement of that. “It is too late to fight it. Perhaps it always has been. You will continue to fall further and further into our control until we have you, the labyrinth and I.”

“And if I destroy the labyrinth?” 

Your question made Jareth smile. “If it allowed you to do such a thing, I would die with it. Among other things.” 

That didn’t sound all bad to you, though… “What other things?” 

“I believe I have given you enough to occupy your mind,” he said.

“You can’t lie.”

Jareth shook his head, taking another drink. The incredible smell grew stronger around you. “I am not obligated to tell you everything simply because I cannot lie. We must leave some mysteries for later, my little champion.”

That was so ominous that you needed a moment to soak it in. You let your mind escape for a moment, allowing the beauty of the creeping dawn to distract you. Jareth watched the sun rise in silence, seeming utterly content at your side. As the night turned to day around you both, a customer moved as if to join you on the patio, but seemed to think better of it. 

Even the threat of an interruption was enough to bring you to your senses. Time was short. You glanced over to find Jareth already watching you, too. “So you can’t stop the dreams because they’re being caused by the labyrinth itself.”

“Yes.” 

You got to your feet, finishing your drink with a gulp and tossing it into a nearby trashcan. “What a waste of a conversation.” 

Jareth seemed unbothered by your ire, if you were to judge from his chuckle. 

You paused before you left the patio completely, glaring down at him. “If you can’t stop the dreams, can you at least keep other people out of the labyrinth?” 

“There are no others in the labyrinth at the moment,” Jareth told you, head tipped back as he watched a bird flit past overhead. “I should know.”

“People, horses…” You waved a hand at him. “Whatever. Just keep them out.”

Abruptly, you seemed to be staring at a statue. Jareth had frozen, his mouth the only thing moving. “Horses.”

“...Yeah.” The intensity of his look was almost too much to bear. It almost felt like those mismatched eyes were going to strip the skin from your skull. “I think the noise is what woke me up. The shoes, you know?” 

“The shoes.” Jareth tilted his head slowly. It put you in mind of a snake hypnotizing its prey. “Did this horse have a rider?”

“I don’t know. I mean, you’re the one who said there was no one else in the labyrinth, so I guess not,” you reminded him, frowning. “Listen, I have to-”

Jareth was on his feet before you registered him moving. You reeled back, only to be caught in his grip. His fingers had latched onto your shoulders, clutching so tightly that you could only hope to escape with mere bruises.

“Was there a rider?”

The demand was loud, especially coming from so close. You blinked, already shaking your head. “I’m not sure! I only caught a look at it. It just looked… big. There may have been someone on its back, but I was too busy running to pay much attention.”

“Big.” You nodded and Jareth released you. “I will return directly.” 

It wasn’t that your vision blurred or faded. It was like you felt a sudden and intense need to look anywhere else. When you gathered yourself enough to look back at Jareth, he was gone.

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Author's Note - A long-awaited update! Thank you for your patience, and to everyone who left kind words on the first two parts. You can expect another (spicy) part tomorrow.

Thanks for reading!

#fanfic february #fanfic february 2024 #labyrinth #jareth the goblin king #jareth #jareth x reader #jareth x you #fem!reader #reader #reader insert #reader insert fanfiction #reader insert fanfic #reader insert fic #not suitable for minors #minors dni

[cornerofhell]

"How you turn my world you precious THING

You starve and bear exhaust me...

Everything I've done, I've done for YOU-

I move the stars for no one!

You've run so long, you've run so far...

YOUR EYES CAN BE SO CRUEL!

JUST AS I CAN BE SO CRUEL!

Oh, I do believe in you!

Yes I do!

Live without your sunlight

Love without your heartbeat

I... I can't live....

Within You"

-David Bowie (Within You)

#this song is so chiffany coded #chiffany #chucky x tiffany #labyrinth #king jareth #the goblin king #jareth #within you #your eyes can be so cruel #horror #ships

[fanfiction101]

Jareth x fem!reader

Hey this is an impulse post. It's a bit short but whatever. Enjoy and love you!

Warning:fluff fluff fluff fluffy FLUFF

"Come on Jareth! I don't want to wait any longer. I swear you focus more on your hair than a 15 year old girl." I said as I waited by the doors of the castle.

I held in my hand a wicker basket filled with food I had made earlier with plates and utensils as well as a picnic blanket.

"I'm on my way down!" Jareth called from a grand staircase. "What's your rush anyways? It isn't like we are going to be late." He said coming down the stairs.

He was dressed more casually for the occasion. Every once in a while, I am able to convince Jareth to leave his position as king at least for a few hours to travel to the countryside and have a picnic. At first, Jareth would pretend that he doesn't enjoy them, but I know he loves them. I even catch him asking about when I want to do it again. He always says it's to "plan a schedule". Since when is my husband so meticulously organized?

"Well, I am just excited. It'll be fun." I said stepping toward him as he steps onto the final floor.

"Yeah it'll be fun cleaning up whatever mess the damn goblins made." Jareth said sarcastically.

"I'm sure that Hoggle will have it all undercontrol. Besides, after numerous threats to any goblins who step put of line, I'm sure not much will happen." I reassured him.

He held out his arm and I took it graciously as we walked towards a white carnage with a goblin driver. Jareth opened the door for as I got in and he soon after followed.

After a short ride, we arrived at our usual spot. It was a grassy keadow with hundred of flowers. There an edge of a forrest with a babbling stream nearby. The sun was shining, creating the air nice and warm but not humid.

We got out and Jareth ordered the goblin to pick us up in 4 hours and we watched at the carriage slowly went away.

I turned towards Jareth and sighed. "Well, shall we, my king?"

Jareth smiled, "We shall, my queen." I set up the blanket while Jareth got out he plates and such. While we ate, we chatted about how things were in the kingdom and told stories about before we met.

Soon we were full and we put the plates, forks, and leftovers back in the basket. Maybe it was the sugar from the large cupcake I had or the sunshine or maybe both, but I felt hyper and giddy.

I smiled as an idea popped into my head. I took Jareths hand and said, "Come on! I want to show you something."

I led him towards the stream. I told him to look closely as I pointed out a rock underneath the flowing water. As he leaned closer to the water, my hand went up and splashed water in his face.

I began to laugh so hard because his face was priceless.

"Oh so you want to play that game, hm? Take this!" He said playfully as he tried to push me into the stream.

Unfortunately for him, I grabbed onto his shirt and brought him down with me. As we resurfaced I said in a mocking tone, "So you want to play this game, hm?"

Jareth scoffed a splashed water at me and I splashed back. Eventually our arms grew tired so we stepped out of the river and laid down to dry our selves out in the sun.

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[dustylava]

Am i really asking that much? I'm just asking for Erwin, as the Goblin King. The Goblin King Erwin, who loves you, longs for you. He wants to make you his queen, but you have to earn that title. You have to prove, that you can handle His World.

The Goblin King Erwin, who will give you the whole world, on a silver platter, just obey him. Tell him "yes, my king" and he will belong to only you alone. A King, who will kneel before you, kissing your feet, knees and hands, when you acknowledge his power over you. The Goblin King Erwin, who will put you on the pedestal of the whole world, if you let him. The King, who will make you a goddess and worship you, just tell him, how much you need him. The Goblin King Erwin, who will give you his mind, soul, heart and body. His kingdom. Just take his hand. Just kiss him. The Goblin King, who will give you eternity, and will passionately, tenderly love you, for all eternity.

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[benossummongirlii]

A Piece Of Cake | Billy Hargrove x Reader PART 2

Labyrinth x Stranger Things

Summary: Billy tries to find his way through the labyrinth, but faces a lot of obstacles along the way

Warnings: Swearing

Billy walked up to a pond which has a dwarf pissing in it. Fucking fabulous he thought.

"Oi" Billy said to him. The dwarf pulled up his trousers and looked at him.

"Oh, It's you." The creature groaned.

"Do you know where the door to the labyrinth is?" Billy asked the dwarf. He just ignored Billy and sprayed a fairy with something.

"How could you!" Billy exclaimed as he picked the small fae up into his hands. The fairy suddenly bit his hand. Billy dropped the fairy as he winced in pain. "It bit me!" Billy said shocked.

"Well what do you expect fairies to do?" The dwarf said.

"I don't know, maybe dumb shit like granting wishes." Billy spoke. He still felt some empathy for the little thing, so he called the dwarf, "Horrible."

The dwarf turned around and finally said something. "No i'm not! I'm Hoggle!" 'Hoggle' replied.

"Why aren't you telling me where the door is!?" Billy asked, obviously frustrated.

"Not if you ask the right questions." Hoggle said, trying to seem smart.

"How do I get through this labyrinth?" Billy questioned him.

"Aha! Now that's more like it!" Hoggle said while pointing the the door. "You can get in there." The dwarf spoke as Billy went into the labyrinth.

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It was kind of strange really. Being wished away by your boyfriend then you actually getting taken by a David Bowie lookalike.

There were many goblins surrounding you. You were quite afraid of what was happening to be honest. You looked over at the assumed king of goblins, and he kept on looking at a 13 hour clock. Why the hell does it have 13 hours?

He then stood up and walked over to one of the goblins and started singing. He pointed at me and said something about a babe. Was he calling me babe? If so, then that's a bit wrong, dontcha think?

The only thing that was on my mind is that Billy is probably running this labyrinth. He's so fucking stupid.

I really hope he gets here in time.

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[tomriddleslovergirl]

Poison Apple

               Jareth The Goblin King x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Starvation

You had been walking around for hours. Shit. Your feet were tired, your throat aching for some water and your stomach grumbling for something to eat.

Last time you had seen Jareth, he had offered you a peach, but of course you had declined since he had kidnapped you. You were starting to regret that decision when you realised that you couldn’t ignore your hunger much longer.

You decided to sit by a tree, its shade providing you little comfort. You looked at the tree in front of you, noticing a beautiful apple. The colour a deep red, and you were sure it would quench your thirst and at least give you enough energy to continue finding the Goblin King’s castle.

You got up as fast as your sore feet could and went up to the apple. You plucked the apple from the tree and brought it closer to your face. You took a bit, the juicy apple instantly helping with your thirst and starvation, but it didn’t give you any energy. Instead you felt yourself getting more and more tired. You lay against the tree, trying to get comfortable, and you soon dozed off. 

When you awoke you were standing in a room full of people wearing a beautiful white dress. People around you were dancing around the room, while you stood in confusion.

You looked around and there you saw him. Even when he was wearing a mask, you’d know who he was. Jareth. He took off his mask, giving you a teasing smirk. You both walked to each other, you being completely mesmerised by him, as he was with you.

When you reached each other, he outstretched his arm, silently asking you to dance. You took it, and you both started dancing. 

You were a bit wobbly but he guided you, helping you dance.

He gently pulled you closer and you followed, wanting to be closer to him. Just as the song playing in the background was about to finish, your lips grazed each other, but he pulled back, giving you a teasing smirk.

As he let go of you, you found yourself back in the labyrinth and instead of longing for the apple, you found yourself longing for Jareth.

A/N: January 5 2023.

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[laughableillusions]

Nick And Jareth play reading

Nick is basically a semi-closeted nerd, and I always thought Jareth (being the romantic he is) would probably also read lots of old romance novels, plays, poetry, you name it.

This is just a headcanon/bulleted list abt them being theater nerds :3c

Nick loves old plays and literature, an interest both he and Jareth share, and a good chunk of Nick’s time spent in The Underground is delving into the truly massive library in the goblin castle. If Nick is staying overnight, he and Jareth will usually spend the evening after dinner reading.

It started originally as then reading excerpts out to each other, Nick putting on voices for each character’s dialogue (as he used to do when reading his daughter bedtime stories,) and Jareth deeper silken voice smoothing over difficult prose without stumbling over any words. Both of them were fascinated by how the other articulated writing, so when Nicholas picked up “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” for the countless time before bed, Jareth leaned his chin on his shoulder and requested if he could read Oberon’s lines.

Jareth made an impressive Oberon, as he is a fae king himself, Nick enjoying to play Bottom and Puck- making Jareth chuckle and laugh against his shoulder as he made his voice squeak. Nick also liked how Jareth’s voice would get ragged and tired the more and more they read…it was something more genuine about him…

They could never make it through the entire play, both of them falling sleep against each other with the candle still lit and the book in Nick’s hand. But one evening after dinner, both of them being a bit tipsy, Nick asked if he would read Macbeth with him. Jareth smirking and insisting he play the titular character himself…which Nick refused.

What ended up ensuing was a loud passionate reading that probably woke up every servant in the castle. Both of them acting their silly little hearts out and drinking more wine. Jareth doubled over in laughter as Nick reads the Porter monologue, and Nick bringing up real tears upon hearing the death of Lady Macbeth (to which Jareth stopped in concern to comfort him, almost crying himself.)

When it was over, they concluded that it was such a good time that they should try it again sometime.

They started meeting in one of the many castle gardens, at first just reading, but even getting costumes and props involved as well. And soon it was basically a two man performance that any goblin or servant could enjoy (though secretly, as it was something Nick was embarrassed about). Though it was a bit strange seeing a strange LARPing session from the man who would make the world into whatever he wishes.

Though sometimes, during more romantic scenes or plays, Nick finds himself stumbling over the words as Jareth’s eyes burn right into his- filled with ceaseless adoration and desire, enamored and almost unblinking. Poor Nick is sometimes too flustered and shy to say anything, but many times he doesn’t have to…because Jareth will practically toss the book and pull him into an impassioned kiss.

Nick has many times been squeezed against a tree or wall, Jareth’s gloves hands smoothing up and down his waist as he relishes the taste of Nick’s lips and skin, sometimes still even whispering lines of the play in his ear…teasing him to continue the script when Nick can hardly put a sentence together in his dizzied fervor.

All in all, play reading is something both Nick and Jareth enjoy

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