#jareth fluff

[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?

[thetravelingtyper]

WHAT'S THIS A MASTER LIST? about dang time

Updated 10-1 for Letters From Nowhere

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a moment

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Part 1,

Labyrinth (1986)

Jareth the Goblin King

Out From Twisting Pages

After finding a beautifully bound book titled “Journey into the Labyrinth” in your university library and being told to keep it, you take the uncatalogued book home over the seasonal break. However when school is suddenly shifted online, you start finding marbles everywhere you go, mysterious hijinks occur, and a large white owl suddenly decides to nest in the tree out your little house’s window, you begin to wonder if something may be up with the mysterious book…

[reapers-lover]

Cuddles~

♡ Jareth x Fem!Reader Fluff ♡

  I hum quietly as I start to get ready for bed. I smile to myself as I put on my new nightgown that Jareth got for me. I look at myself in the mirror smiling lightly. The light purple color with dark blue accents cascades in silky waves along my skin. God I love him so much. I walk out of the bathroom and frown. He wasn't there. Usually he was there on the bed by this time.

   Quietly I leave the room to go look for him. I check his office but it is dark and empty, lit only by a singular candle he kept on his desk. "Weird he isn't there either," I think aloud. I decide to check the only other place I think he could be. His throne room.

  The only noise in the hall is the soft echo of my footsteps as I walk down towards the throne room doors. As I reach the doors I can hear what can only be described as chaos inside.

  I slowly push open the doors and I'm met by loud yelling and- is that a chicken? "Oh y/n, hello dear are you alright?" I look towards the voice and see Jareth laying down across his throne. The room lies silent as every goblin stops what they are doing to look up at me.

  "Yes, I'm fine." I stutter out walking towards him. "I'm sorry I won't be able to stay with you tonight. A boy wished away his little sister and he still has 5 hours left to finish the labyrinth." He sighs clearly bored out of his mind.

  "I see." I mumbled looking down at the floor.

Jareth grabbed my chin and lifted my eyes to meet his. "Is there anything you need my love?" He asks slowly

  "Can I lay here with you?" I blurt out. Quickly turning red and pulling away. Jareth chuckles lightly and looks towards me again. "Of course love, come here." He motioned for me to sit with him.

  I hop up onto his throne and position myself to lay next to him in the same way he was laying on his throne before. He wraps his arms around me and I snuggle into his chest. 

  He chuckles again and I smile. He brings his hand up and starts running his fingers through my hair. " I don't think you understand Just how cute you are." I giggle and he plants a kiss on my forehead. I lift my head and look at him then move upwards and give him a gentle kiss on the lips. I pull away and smile. I softly lay my head back down against his chest and sigh happily. I close my eyes and listen to his heart beat as I slowly succumb to sleep in his arms.

[sierracolorstheworldofwords]

Does Hoggle have B.O?

Your husband held a crystal within his long gloved fingers, musing at it. Twisting it towards you, he finally revealed what he was looking at– Hoggle, the infamous dwarf, greeting yet another human at the entrance of the labyrinth. 

From the corner of his eye, the equally, or rather, exuberantly more infamous Goblin King watched your expression. Your nose scrunched up, your eyebrows knitted, and your usually kind eyes narrowed. You thought in silence. 

Until, finally, you spoke. 

“Do you think Hoggle has B.O?” 

Jareth froze, "What?"

"Does Hoggle have B.O?" You asked again. 

He took a breath and opened his mouth to speak. He then closed it, and simply stared at you. 

You gestured towards the crystal, “I mean it! Look at him!” your voice started to rise, “He’s been peeing in that damn pond for years! And you know what? I’ve never seen him wash his hands once!”

Jareth ignored the twitch of his lips. He stared at the ceiling and tried to ignore the way laughter ached to climb up his throat. Curse you! Why on earth would you even ask him a question like that? If you had let him throw that fool into the bog after he helped that girl, you wouldn’t even have to ask that! But noooooo! You had to look up at him with those beautiful eyes that twinkled like crystals and stars and all the twinkling things he could think of and say, But Jareth! Don’t you think that’s a bit far? Really, he did no harm! 

He had tried so hard to resist that day, because, honestly, how were his well crafted threats supposed to work if you looked at him so softly, and held his arm like that? He still couldn’t live down the fact that you had him wrapped around your finger. 

Finally, he turned to you, his spoiled little beastie, and tried his best to not give the goblins more fodder for their teasing. He sculpted his face into a very appropriate and serious frown. One could not joke when there was a runner within the labyrinth! Especially when said runner was currently talking to a dwarf who had helped a human! 

Anyways, it wasn’t like you were doing anything funny. Just asking a question, really. 

“You have watched him too much,” Jareth said, ignoring the warmth in his chest as you kept smiling, “You oughtn't watch him so much.” 

You rolled your eyes, slumping in your throne as you crossed your arms, “Says the one watching him right now.” 

“Shush you.” 

“Look, Jareth, I’m being serious!” you hit the arms of your throne, an exact copy of his, to make your point, “Does he have B.O?! I’ve only talked to him once! But every time a runner comes he does the same thing!” 

Jareth sighed, looking up in exasperation, “You’re really making a big deal out of this–” 

“Of course I am!” you cried, throwing your arms in the air, “He pees! PEES, JARETH! In that pond! AND, he never washes his hands! NEVER! NEVER, JARETH! So you KNOW he stinks! Why do you think I told you to spare him?” 

Jareth placed a hand over his mouth. He took a shaky breath, ignoring the jolt of his shoulders as giggles threatened to pop out. 

“My love, we really ought to change the subject.” 

“Why do you think I told you to spare him from a bog dipping, huh?” 

“My dear,” his lips trembled, “Please–” 

“He’d stink up the whole place if we dipped him in the bog, Jareth!” 

A snicker escaped him and he coughed, pushing it down, “I suppose you have a point.” 

In response, your lovely, boisterous laughter echoed throughout the once lonely throne room. He couldn’t help it as a smile crossed his lips. Oh, he loved your laughter! It wasn’t like his at all! It was beautiful– sometimes, you just giggled, or chuckled, or wheezed while holding your sides. Sometimes, if he got lucky, a cute snort would escape you, and he couldn’t help but place the crystal aside, admiring you. 

“You see what I mean, then! Look at that little fool!” you pointed towards the crystal which was precariously balanced on the semi-circular sides of his throne, “He doesn’t even know what a sink is! I think, when we got married, his shirt used to be white, Jareth. White!” 

He wasn’t going to let you win this. You were going to be the one laughing, not him. Especially because you always brought out his unmanicured laughter. The laughter he couldn’t control– the type that would have him, The Goblin King, hitting his throne before rolling on the floor. 

“I mean it! Now it's khaki colored!"

He bit his lip, shoulders shaking, before he cleared his throat, "Well, I do believe his pants used to be a bright red, but no they've turned.. into a rather.. burgundy color."

In response, you snorted. He felt himself melt. It didn’t help that you were perfectly stationed next to him, always ready to cause mischief right alongside him. In fact, it made him practically purr, but he wasn’t going to admit that in front of his subjects. 

"Jareth!" You whispered, playfully hitting his shoulder, "you're so bad!"

"Unless my memory fails me, you weren't saying that this morning."

You rolled your eyes, until you collapsed into joyous giggles again, "He really does have B.O, doesn't he?"

"I don't quite remember the smells of my subjects, dear."

"Perhaps I should investigate?"

"If you do, you'll insult him! I know you too well, cheeky thing!" He shook his head, "You won't even mean to insult him! You'll just blurt something out! Then we'll be off trying to break yet another horrid curse!” 

"It's not my fault some of us don't have senses of humor!" 

"Yes, just like it's not my fault you're a horrid little gossip!"

You smirked, before shifting in your seat, completely facing him. Leaning your elbows on the arms of your throne, you hooked a hand underneath his chin, giving him a soft kiss– for a moment, he knew what the entire universe felt like, and the goblins watching the whole debacle were completely forgotten. It was just you and him, ruling side by side. 

“Well,” you pulled away, “Aren’t we lucky that you’re my true love then?”

He turned away, “That’s besides the point, really.” 

“Is it, my love?”

Now, he couldn’t help but grin. His gaze turned back to you, and he absolutely melted. You looked at him so adoringly, so sweetly, that all he wanted to do was let you take him into your arms and give him more affection. He’d laugh as much as you wanted, even more, if you kept looking at him like that. Then he heard a snicker. He glared at its source, before you rolled your eyes and cradled his cheek, kissing it softly. He saw the flash of pride flicker across your features as he melted again. You were a wicked, tempting thing. He knew this when he married you, yet he did it anyway. Afterall, he was the one who proposed. 

“Well, I suppose I quite like that.” he murmured softly, “So.. I suppose it is only fair that I go and find the answer to your absurd question.” 

“Of course,” you replied, kissing his cheek again, before adding another peck just for good measure. 

He stared at the ground for a moment, contemplating.

"I expect ten more." 

More of your delicious laughter, "Alright."

So, you gave him ten more kisses, before he went on his way. 

When he came back, his curled nose confirmed your suspicion.

"Well, you were right."

"Oh?" You grinned, tilting your head playfully, "Was I?"

"Yes! And I now realize that my threats of throwing the bugger into the bog were futile. No wonder why he helped that human.” 

At his comment, you began to giggle, and again, his lips tugged, and laughter crawled up his throat. Throwing your head back, you snorted, and he landed on the throne besides yours. What did you remind him of? Of bells in autumn, of spring’s first dawn? Of warmth, of life, of more? Sighing happily, he rested his chin on his hand. 

“I knew I was right!” you paused, “Do you think we should give him a crown and officially make him a prince?” 

“A prince?” Jareth asked, shifting in his throne. 

“Yes! The prince of the land of stench, of course! We could dip his head into the bog for his coronation.” 

With that, his own laughter finally slipped out, and he laughed the only way he could with you– imperfectly and happily, without a care in the world.

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Jareth Headcanons (X Reader) 🔮

Just some fluffy headcanons about the goblin king from Labyrinth.

-He likes when you hold him in owl form. Your just walking with people looking at you, because you just have a barn owl in your arms like it's nothing. He makes cute owl noises that you love.

-You guys can talk for hours in the morning after waking up. In the labyrinth, he's been lonely and had no one to talk to apart from goblins before you entered the Labyrinth. So it's nice for him to socialize.

-You cuddle on his throne with him all the time. You could be walking past the throne room and he just says "Sit here with me, darling.". He is really touch starved, so every moment with you is precious.

-He's protective. Period. Sometimes when people get very touchy with you, he tips them in the bog of eternal stench without hesitation. On a scale of jealousy, he's about a 8/10.

-He really dislikes the goblins. It's funny watching the goblins getting kicked in the air or told to shut up. Anyone probably would have done the same.

-You guys slow dance in the night. You don't really know how to dance so he tries to teach you often. When you have a ball, it's quite nice dancing with your husband.

-Overall, He is a very loving person and would do anything to fulfill your every need. No one has wanted to stay with him in the labyrinth so when you decided to stay with him, he was quite shocked to say the least. But when you open up to each other, it's the best marriage you could ask for.

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@gloomytk

That time I wrote a Labyrinth fan fic when I was in college. 🤣🤣🤣 Can I burn it? 😭😭😭

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Alright yall, im going to bed. I expect A LOT of requests for tomorrow. Any and ALL fandoms can be considered.

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In Time (Part 3 of "In My Sister's Place)

Based on this request: Hello, would you consider a mini sequel to In My Sister’s Place, where she arrives at the surprising Jareth, arriving sooner than he expected. Please and thank you

Here you are, lovely! My apologies for taking so long! *Familiar Characters are NEVER mine.*

Part 1, Part 2

Fandom: Labyrinth

Warnings: Fluff, AU-ish.

Pairings/Characters: Jareth the Goblin King x fem!reader

Two years. That was how long had passed since you and Jareth had confessed your love for one another. You had chosen to remain in your world until Sarah and Toby were just a little older. Jareth, while upset, understood and agreed to wait for you for a little while longer. You didn't give him an actual timeline, telling him he would know when you were ready.

       Jareth, for his part, visited you as often as possible along with a few goblins. He could never stay too long as the Aboveground made his powers slightly weaker. He was needed in the Underground with his people. Jareth told you he brought them because they begged, but you were sure it was because he wanted you to get used to each other as you soon would be, in his words, their queen. Sometimes, when Jareth was feeling generous, the little goblins would visit on their own. That was how you got the idea to at least try to surprise Jareth. 

During a visit with the goblins and Hoggle, they told you that Jareth was planning a ball to celebrate some milestone or other(you’d forgotten what exactly). That was when you got your idea. You were going to the ball without Jareth knowing. Or at least that’s what you hoped to do. You weren’t sure how you could without using his magic, but you’d decided that it was time to finally join him in his realm. After all two years for you was probably a lifetime for the Goblin King and you knew he missed you as much as you missed him. 

As you prepared yourself for the night to come, memories of your time in the Labyrinth flooded your mind. You still got shivers whenever you thought about how Jareth had held you that day in the ballroom. A hundred years could pass and you probably would never forget it. Luckily, you would soon be in his arms every day.  

The night of the ball, a few of the younger goblins had managed to convince Jareth to let them visit you. When the magic took them back was when you would join them and, hopefully, surprise your love. Your stomach was in knots as you waited. Would Jareth be angry? Or would he welcome you with open arms? You were still unsure about the whole “being destined for a Fae” thing. Shaking off your insecurities, you took the hand of one of the goblins as they began fading from the room. 

When you looked around once more, you were in the castle you’d left behind so long ago with your mask held in your free hand. The goblins motioned for you to put the mask on before leading you to the ballroom. When you entered, you were easily able to spot Jareth. After all, he stood taller than most of the goblins and the few others there. Fae you assumed, did not share his unique personal style. 

As if your presence called to him, Jareth turned his head slightly. His gaze found yours and you swore his entire face lit up. He didn’t even offer an apology as he left his current conversation and made his way over to you. You giggled to yourself when he approached. “Do my eyes deceive me or has my vision truly been blessed tonight, my love?” 

“What was the point of wearing a mask?” you asked out loud. Jareth laughed. “Mask or no, no one can come close to your beauty. You are more radiant than any diamond.” You felt yourself flush at his words. “May I have this dance?” he asked, offering his hand. You took it and let him pull you close. A happy sigh escaped you. 

“I missed you,” you confessed. Jareth held you even closer. “And I you. Have you come to stay?” he asked, his voice full of hope. You smiled at him. “I have. If you still want me to.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “A thousand lifetimes could come and go and I will always wish for you to be by my side, my queen.”

Words faded while you and Jareth circled the floor of the ballroom, his steps confidently leading your not-always-graceful ones. Between dances, Jareth introduced you to the other Fae and some goblins you had not met. You had been worried the others of his kind wouldn’t like you, but they were surprisingly kind to you. All Fae took the meeting of mates very seriously. 

The ball lasted several hours, but despite your sore feet, you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. You felt like you were where you belonged. In Jareth’s arms. As the ball began winding down, sleep seeped into your bones. “Tired, precious?” Jareth whispered in your ear as you bid goodnight to the last of the guests. You shook your head as a yawn tried to force its way out of your mouth. 

“You need rest.” You shook your head again and clung to him. “You need not worry, Y/N. I will not go far and we have, after all, all the time in this world and the next to be together.” You didn’t argue and let Jareth lead you from the ballroom to the room you assumed would be yours. When he tried to leave, you gently grabbed his arm. “Stay?” He beamed at you and nodded. “Very well. If it means you will sleep.” He tapped your nose before you walked over to the bed. You didn’t care that you were still in your gown. You just wanted sleep and Jareth. 

Jareth did care, however, knowing that you would not be comfortable. So he helped you find something suitable to wear(turning away when you changed) and changed his own clothes before joining you in the bed. As you snuggled close to him you were happier than you’d ever been.

(a/n: I hope you like it and that it ties up the series in a nice little bow for you!)

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Mask of the heart - Chapter 1

Levi x fem!readerRoyalty, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Curses, Curse Breaking, Demons, Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Alternate Universe - Magic, Romance, Drama & Romance, Falling In Love, Love, Love Confessions, True Love, Demon Levi Ackerman, Eventual Smut, Fluff, Running Away, Arranged Marriage, Obsessive Behavior, Soft Levi Ackerman, Levi Ackerman Needs a Hug, Protective Levi Ackerman, Possessive Levi Ackerman, Cuddly Levi Ackerman, Masks, Curvy Reader

When the psychotic prince of your country tries to force you to marry him you manage to run away to the next country over and right into the arms of a demon Count called Levi. Levi has been cursed to be forever stuck in his demon form, believing he is ugly and scary to others he always wears a mask. Levi looks after you and helps you learn how to trust others again. While Levi teaches you the world's joys, you teach him how loveable and handsome he is. With encouragement from yourself and a lot of your pure love, Levi starts taking his mask off more and allowing his people to get to know him. With romance blossoming between you, the prince of the other kingdom wants you back and tries everything to get you back. Levi helps you and works with King Erwin to stop the prince of the other land and free the people of his tyranny.

This first chapter mentions blood, the prince hurting workers and possessive behaviour.

Ao3

Part 2

Pleasure flowed through the prince as he pressed the hot symbol against his servant’s chest. Every scream that was emitted from the man was incredible. The prince took joy in hurting others, it was his favourite pastime. When he wasn’t hurting someone, he was busy partaking in the flesh of many women. Never loyal to one woman, there was always another each night. Sometimes he’d have them for just a week.

However, a part of him longed to have someone he could devote his heart to. No matter how many times he met countless women, not a single one of them stirred his heart or moved him. As he placed the hot brand against the man’s flesh again, he decided that a ball was needed. The prince was determined to meet the woman of his dreams.  

He lifted the hot iron and inspected the skin clinging to it. “Mr Clarke? Organise a ball for me and make sure that every single bachelorette of age is invited. I want a wife.”

Mr Clarke gazed at the prince as the words settled in his head, it was shocking to hear his master tell him to gather women so one can find a bride. Prince Jareth Lovell was a cruel man to all those around him, yet charming and alluring to those he needed to be. It was hard not to be captivated by the prince with his chiselled jawline, angled cheekbones, almond eyes were icy blue, lips plump that always held a wicked smile, a tall frame to tower over others, muscles over every inch of him, small waist, large hands and a mane of long silver-white hair with a few pieces at the front to create layers.

He bowed to the prince. “Yes, Your Highness.”

Jareth lowered the iron and gazed at his helper. “I want it soon. I crave a wife. No more temporary lovers. Make sure the ones I have are cleared out.”

“Understood, Your Highness.”

The whole palace was in a frenzy about organising the ball, as soon as everything was in order the invites were sent and news broke out. The charming prince was after a wife. Most women were excited to be the one the prince married, especially those who had taken him as a lover some nights. However, one rare woman despised the prince and the country after everything that had happened.

Your parents had owned a lot of land, and your father was a well-loved Lord by many and cared for those in need. The royal family were not keen on your father and his influence on people. Your father and mother wanted to take their money and run away to the next country over. During a trip to the border to organise their escape with you, their sweet eight-year-old daughter, there was a carriage accident. With every fibre in your body, you believed the royal family did it.

After your parents died, your uncle and aunt took you in. The two of them were obsessed with money and fame, so they tried everything to take what was your father’s but thanks to the will your father made, it was all yours. When you came of age, you moved out and returned to the land your family owned and lived in a small home. However, your aunt and uncle were always around and wouldn’t leave you be.

Today you were even more irritated by them because your cousin, who was younger than you, was screaming about an invite from the palace. “Ruby, please stop screaming.”

She shoved the white invite card in your face. “The prince has invited us to a ball!”

“Am I supposed to be excited?”

“Yes!” She huffed. “It’s a chance to be a princess and then a queen!”

The idea of being a royal did not interest you, so you looked back down at your work. “I’m good.”

“I’m telling mum!”

You rolled your eyes. “You do that.” It didn’t take long for your young cousin to rush out of the room and return with your aunt and uncle. “Before you speak, no I am not going.”

Your uncle huffed as he said your name. “She is only 20, she is of age to marry the prince. You don’t need to go as a potential bride, but you could at least escort her! She’s younger than you and she’s not used to those types of places. At least escort her.”

You glanced over at your cousin. “You do know the prince is a monster. His whole family are terrible.”

Ruby pouted. “I just wanna go to a ball.”

Part of you felt bad because she’d never been to a ball or a grand event but you had. So, you decided to push your issues aside. “Very well, I’ll escort her.”

“I ah…” She hesitated.”

You cast your gaze on her. “Yes?”

Nerves began to show on through her playing with her dress. “I do not have a ball gown.”

Your aunt moved closer. “Help her, please? We aren’t rich enough to get her something so fine and beautiful.”

You rose to your feet. “I know of a local lady in my land who will give us a good deal.” The clacking of your heels on the wooden floor echoed in the room. When you noticed no one was falling you paused. “Are you coming?”

It was a nice day with Ruby in the shop, to see her so happy dressing up warmed your heart a little. For a long time you’d been hurting and rather closed off, it had become so bad that your ex left you and said you were a cold-hearted bitch that didn’t understand love. It was true, that you were rather cold-hearted but you did know love and it wasn’t for him. A part of you craved and longed for love, but you believed it was somewhere out there, not within this country. You were going to finish what your parents started, you were going to take your money and power then leave this place and never return.

Sometimes you would feel bad about leaving, mainly because Ruby was sweet and the people you looked after in the small land you owned were incredible. There was this sweet bond that was between everyone in the town and you, so walking away was going to be hard. The land was near the border on the beach, so a part of your plan was to possibly sell the land to a royal or lord in the country bordering this one. Someone had to be better than your royal family.

After helping Ruby with her dresses, you spent a few days teaching her how to dance and greet royals. You ensured she knew that her head must be slightly bowed and eyes downcast when she spoke and only to lift your head when requested. The greeting bow was also important, the deeper the bow the more respect you had for the royal. Ruby had told you she was going to go for a very respectful bow, which you supported.

When the day of the ball arrived, you felt sick to your stomach about going but you had promised Ruby to take her. Ruby was too young to go alone and was not educated enough to speak to royals and powerful people. It was sweet seeing her bounce in her carriage seat, but for you, your anxiety was eating away at you the closer you got. Wearing a corset and a tight ball gown was a little bit soothing for you, it was like a tight hug.

As you walked up the stairs and held your dress you gave Ruby the last bits of information. “Now, when we go in there they will announce us. You will have a Miss as a title and I Lady. This is a little odd because the prince will already be there. Normally at balls, the prince or royal enters last, but he wants to see every woman enter.” You stopped at the top. “This is like a parade of things he can shop for.”

Ruby nodded. “I understand. Are we first or last? It’s always good to be around there.”

You handed over the invites to the butler. “We’re middle.”

The butler checked the cards. “Correct, you are in the middle. Do not worry miss, the prince cares for all ladies.”

“A word?”

“But of course.”

You moved to the side with the butler. “Ruby is a potential bride, but I am not. I am here as her escort.”

He was in utter shock. “My Lady, you were invited as a potential bride.”

“And I decline that invite. I am just an escort, nothing more. Please announce me as the escort.”

A slight fear shot through him, he was sure the prince would not like this. “A-Ah um��very well, my Lady.”

The grand white doors with gold leaf trim were pushed open to reveal a large hall with a white marble floor sprinkled with gold. In the ceiling were paintings of battles, women taking lovers and grand scenes of royal successes. Two chandeliers sparkled in the light like the sunlight bouncing off the sea. Below was an overhearing throne with the prince sitting upon it, quivering behind him was Mr Clarke and a few women on the floor begging for attention.

As the soft music played, the prince brought his gold chalice to his lips and felt unamused by the women so far. Not a single person had interested him and he was beginning to get antsy. When the doors opened he dragged his bored eyes up and felt his ears prick with interest when he heard Ruby being announced with a female escort. As soon as he heard your name, he held back a laugh and couldn’t believe you had come here.

Jareth smirked. “Is that the girl whose parents died due to my father?”

Mr Clarke leaned closer. “Indeed, Your Highness.”

“It’ll be interesting to see that little welp. I find it amusing that she is an escort and not a potential bride. She must have rejected me.” He downed some of his red wine. “Rightly so, that disgusting…” Words failed him as soon as you walked out with Ruby in your figure-hugging dress and hair up and away from your stunning face. “Such beauty.”

“She is a fine one. Let’s see how she bows.”

Jareth saw Ruby give a deep bow, but you gave a small one which was disrespecting the prince. Rudy was blushing, but you could not care less about this occasion and didn’t even bother to sneak a glance at him, like most of the ladies tonight.

Clarke gasped. “How disrespectful, I am so sorry Your Highness.”

Jareth rose to his feet. “Don’t be. I liked it. What a hypnotic creature.” He moved past the pleading women as Clarke scrambled to follow. “I must have her. She will be my bride.”

“Your Highness?”

Jareth turned to his helper with a glint in his eyes. “Being a lady means she is well educated. She is beautiful like a goddess. She is willing to speak and act her mind even though there could have been a risk to her life. She was bold too by rejecting me of all people. Send an invite to her. I wish to see her in private.”

Clarke bowed. “Yes, Your Highness.” With quick movements, Clarke made it across the room to you. Getting closer to you now, he was beginning to understand why the prince was so taken by you, you were a vision. “My Lady?”

You turned with a glass in your hand and a smile on your face due to speaking with a rather charming Lord, a friend of your father’s. “Yes?”

“The prince would like to see you privately.”

Your nail tapped against your champagne glass. “Does he now?” You flicked your gaze to the prince as he watched. “Tell him I decline. I am an escort tonight and I am conducting business. I am not interested in marriage or a roll in the sheets with him.”

Fear shot through Clarke. “M-My Lady! Please.”

“I understand your situation, but I decline. He can find a play toy elsewhere.” You returned your attention to the man you were speaking to. “As I was saying, I am happy to meet up to create a contract of trading between the two of us.”

The gentleman chuckled. “Excellent. You remind me so much of your father, he was a good man. He would be so proud of you.”

“Thank you, that means a lot to me.”

Mr Clarke cried out your title and name causing people to stare and the prince. As soon as you turned to him he spoke. “His Royal Highness would like a meeting with you.”

“As I explained to you the first time.” A strained smile spread over your lips. “I decline his invitation. I am an escort tonight, that is all. If it upsets him so much that I say no, then he can come here himself and I will tell him no to his face.”

Mr Clarke felt irritated when he saw people were trying to hide that they were laughing. “Fine.” A part of him was excited at telling the prince you said no because then you would get tortured, Clarke rather liked it when that happened. “Your Highness.”

A tingle rushed through Jareth. “Well? When is she meeting me?”

“She declined.”

Amusement and excitement now consumed him, this was even more exciting. “Declined?”

Clarke glanced over at you. “She did.” Seeing you be strung up and tortured by the prince was exciting him. “She said you can talk to her and she will reject you to your face.” He gazed at his prince and waited for a reaction of disgust, but was shocked.

Jareth laughed. “What a woman. I will speak with her.” People parted out of the way as Jareth’s long and muscular legs moved him over to you. He towered over you with his height. “Excuse me.” He softly said your name and felt arousal when you turned to face him. To him, you were incredibly beautiful and your plump breasts were wonderfully pressed in your dress and corset. “I was told you wanted to tell me your response to my invitation.”

Your neck hurt a bit looking up at him. “Goodness, you are too tall.” You huffed a little. “I informed your little messenger that I will not meet with you in private. I am escorting my cousin Ruby, that is all. If you want so woman to roll around in the sheets with for a night or few nights, I am not the woman for you. So, no I will not have a meeting with you.”

“I am not looking for a woman to lay with. I am looking for a bride.”

You bowed your head to your friend and started walking away. “You are not husband material.” You stopped in a hall half open to the garden. “Knowing you, you would have countless affairs. You cannot stick to one woman.”

He grabbed your upper arm and yanked you to him, he made sure you looked him deep in the eyes. “You are different. I will give everything to have you. I will destroy anyone in my path. You are everything I could ever want and more.”

“I do not want you.”

He gripped tighter making you wince. “Perhaps I will have a word with your uncle. You may be a lady and have power, along with being well over the age of 18, but he still has the final say. The law states that the male of the family has the final say on marriage.”

A cold fear went through you. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“I enjoy a challenge and you are the biggest challenge. I desire you deeply and I will make you mine.” He pulled you close and forced a kiss on you. “I will visit your uncle soon.”

It hurt deeply in your heart that your Uncle and Aunt went against your pleas. No matter how much you told them both you did not want to marry the prince, it fell on deaf ears. Arrangements were being made for you and as soon as your Uncle said yes, you were whisked away to the palace. Being in the palace was so deeply lonely and soul-crushing. The prince was deeply obsessed with you in a very disturbing way. Anyone who said anything against you was tortured personally by his hand.

There was only one good thing about the palace and that was one maid and a carriage driver. The two of them cared for and looked after you, they even made sure you stayed mentally healthy. Sometimes when you were alone with them, you would just talk for hours which gave you a boost to keep going. When they saw you weren’t going to get any better, talks of escaping started and a plot of you running away began.

It was hard to plot your escape, mainly because the prince had spies all over the palace who were very loyal to him. Plus, the prince made sure he was with you as often as possible and took you on countless dates. The prince wanted you to fall in love with him, he knew it was a hard job to do so wearing you down first was the best option and hoping the Stockholm syndrome would kick in.

Today you were hoping for an easy day. You’d been sleeping more and hardly eating, so you were weaker than normal. You were a plump person, but the weight was starting to drop off. It scared you that it was happening because you liked your curves, you were proud of them and Jareth was just draining you of so much happiness and health.

Your maid moved closer to you as you sat up in your grand bed. “Good morning, my lady. Did you sleep any better?”

You shook your head slowly. “More nightmares. I don’t know if I can keep doing this. Marrying him…” Bile rose in your throat. “I feel sick.”

She helped you out of bed and to the bathroom. “I will get you some water, my lady.”

Jareth shoved your bedroom doors open. “Doll! Where are you?”

The maid flinched at seeing the prince. “Your Highness.” She bowed deeply. “My lady is in the bathroom.”

A devilish smirk spread over his plump lips. “Bathing?”

“N-no, she is unwell.”

The smile faded away. “Unwell?”

“She had a restless night and is currently being sick.”

“What?”

You walked out of the bathroom and hummed. “I am fine before you start a tirade.”

Jareth was soothed as soon as he saw you. “Doll, you look so cute in your night dress. Your maid has told me you struggled with sleep, perhaps sharing my bed would help.”

You glared at him. “I would rather sleep on a bed of broken glass.”

“I do adore your sharp tongue.” He clicked his fingers. “Maid, dress my bride up in something beautiful; it’s date day.”

You walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. “Are you not tired of this constant charade?”

“It’s entertainment for me.”

You released a grow. “Leave so I may change.”

A dark and deep chuckle came from him. “Leave me waiting until the wedding day, hm?” He glanced at his maid. “Hurry up and dress her, I don’t like waiting and if I am not pleased…”

You stormed over to Jareth and shoved him out of the room. “I asked you to leave. Please don’t pressure my maid either.”

He stopped outside your room as he chuckled. “You continue to surprise me.” He turned to face you. “Such a beautiful thing.”

You slammed the door in his face. “Let’s get this over with.”

It didn’t take long for the maid to dress you up into an incredible dress that fit you perfectly, you were like a walking goddess. Jareth was speechless and over the moon about how you appeared. After joining him, you were escorted all over the palace so he could show you off. Eventually, he took you to the garden for some lunch together.

Jareth paused while eating and noticed you weren’t. “Why are you not eating?”

You sighed. “I’m not hungry.”

“You haven’t eaten all day!” He stood and dragged his chair closer to you before sitting again. “You need to eat.” He put some food on a fork made of gold. “You like fighting me all the time. You can’t fight me if you’re weak.” He offered the food to you. “Besides, your plump and curvy frame is divine.”

You released a long sigh and knew he was right. You had started to like how you looked and you needed your strength. “I will eat but, please don’t feed me.”

He handed the fork to you. “I will get you to love me.”

You started eating your lunch and rather enjoyed it. “Mm.”

He caressed your cheek. “So cute and precious.”

“Do you really think I’ll love you? You’ve used your power and the law to force me to be your fiancée.” You downed some of your drink. “Love will not happen between us.” You flicked your gaze to him. “Are you even capable of love?”

He leaned his cheek on his hand as he took you in. “I love you, so yes.”

“You torture workers for your amusement and I am sure your father was behind the death of my parents.” You leaned closer to him. “You love it when people get hurt or die by your hand. Plus, you have slept with so many women who knows what diseases you have inside you. I would never want to touch you or let you near me. I will never give you a child because I don’t want your infected body to touch mine.”

The rage inside Jareth built up, he had never been called disgusting and infected before. As soon as you finished talking he flew into a fit of rage. When he stood up the chair scraped loudly against the floor. It all happened in a blink of an eye. One minute the butler was standing waiting for instructions, the next moment Jareth had smashed the hot teapot against him. Blood flew through the air when Jareth’s fist connected with the butler’s face over and over.

You launched yourself at Jareth and hugged his arm. “Stop!” You pulled hard. “Stop it!”

A fearful scream escaped you when Jareth grabbed and threw you across the grassy floor. The thud of your body was loud when it connected with it. Jareth didn’t give you a moment to think because he was on you pinning you against the ground. His large bloodied hand gripped your jaw and mouth in a painfully hard squeeze. You breathed heavily through your nose causing his hand to heat up.

Jareth panted a little as his silvery white hair created a curtain around you both. “I am not disgusting or dirty.”

Part of you hoped someone would come to pull him off you, but no one would dare because he would break them. Plus, it seemed a lot of people who worked for him enjoyed it when he was violent. You were doomed if you stayed with this man. As he pinned you in place you knew that you had to run away because no one was ever going to save you.

He leaned down a little more so he was inches from your face. “I might have enjoyed fucking a lot of women or having them suck my cock, but I ensure that everyone was well protected. I don’t want a dirty child being made from them. You have me all wrong, little doll. I never came inside a single woman. I protect my seed.” He released your face and caressed your cheek. “I am saving myself for you.” He dragged his thumb over your bottom lip. “I was to fill your breedable cunt with all my seed. Our children will be perfect.”

You went numb when he leaned down and kissed you. You didn’t kiss him back, so for him, it was like kissing a doll. Even when his teeth pulled at your lip, you didn’t react. As soon as he gripped your breast, then you got angry. You slapped him hard causing him to pull back. You sat up and wiped the blood off your lip and felt annoyed by him.

Jareth sat back and rubbed his cheek. “Doll.”

You stood up and gently rubbed your jaw. “You will never have me.” You glared at him. “I won’t allow it. You don’t deserve a woman like me.” You released a long sigh. “I am done with this date. I don’t want to see you for the rest of this day.” You walked over to the hurt butler. You took his hand and helped him to his feet. “I’m sorry you got hurt because of my words. Let me care for you.”

The butler shook his head. “I’m okay, my lady. We have a medic.”

You pulled back and smiled. “Let me know if you need anything.”

Jareth stumbled to his feet. “Doll, please don’t leave me. I am sorry for my actions.”

You turned to your maid. “Please could you take me to my room?”

She bowed. “Yes, my lady.”

After returning to your room, the maid helped you change. The room was silent for a while before the maid started talking about helping you escape the palace. It was unexpected to hear her want to do that for you, but you weren’t going to turn her down. So, you started plotting your escape. You worked hard and passionately, but something seemed off with your maid and she seemed to be putting a bit of her ideas in the open.

The way your maid was sometimes with you was a little harsh after how romantic Jareth had tried to be recently. Even though not everything seemed right, you still had some sense of hope and you made a little backup plan with the carriage driver just in case. Your carriage driver was a wonderful older man who seemed the most genuine.

One day your plans came crashing down and breaking your heart. You were enjoying some peace in his grand garden, which seemed to be the only nice place in the palace. Your peace was ruined when Jareth came storming over with two guards and Mr Clarke. Whatever he wanted brought him some sick joy because he had a smirk on him that said he was going to hurt someone.

“You think you’re so slick, don’t you?” Jareth chuckled. “You thought you could get away with this.”

You closed your book and looked up at him, but it seemed he wasn’t looking at you but your maid. “Jareth?”

He glanced over at you and kissed you. “Not you, my doll. You’re a good doll. Someone has taken advantage of you to get my attention.”

“I don’t understand.”

He played with your hair. “Your maid.” He smiled as he took in your beauty. “I still can’t get over how beautiful you are.”

You looked over at your maid as the guards grabbed her. “What are you doing with my maid?”

She smiled at you. “Looks like I’ve been found out.”

“Found out?” Fear shot through you, it had to be your escape plan. “What do you mean?”

Jareth sat next to you on the loveseat and released a long sigh. He pulled you close and held you. “Well, have you ever wondered why you’ve been so unwell?”

You gripped your book. “I thought it was due to stress.”

“Well, this little bitch has been poisoning you. While she’s been doing that, she has been leading you on and pretending to help you go on a trip.”

You felt a pain in your heart. “Oh…why?”

Jareth hummed a laugh. “Why indeed. Why don’t you tell us why, little bitch?”

The maid huffed. “You have had countless women, but you never once wanted me!” She shook a little. “I could give you everything you could ever want.”

Jareth held the side of your head and pulled you close so he could kiss your temple. “You are nothing because you are not my doll.” He held you close. “Clarke, you know what to do with this bitch.”

Mr Clarke smiled. “Yes, Your Highness.”

He waited for everyone to leave before speaking to you. “I am ever so sorry for the treatment you have received, but now you are protected and safe. We’ll get your health back on track.”

Tears stung your eyes. “Mm.”

He hugged you tightly. “Now it’s just me and you, no more maid in our way.”

A few maids hurried around you as you were pushed and pulled into your wedding dress. The number of layers and the tightness of the corset were too much. Since your maid was taken away, Jareth was with you every second he could meaning it was impossible to plot your escape. It seemed like there was no escape for you and you were stuck. All you could think about was having to sleep with Jareth because of the royal rules that the marriage had to be consummated.

“My lady?”

You lifted your head and registered your carriage driver standing at the door of your carriage. “Today is the day that I die. As soon as I marry him, everything inside me will die.”

He watched you sob into your flowers. He reached inside your carriage and placed his hand on your arm. “I won’t let that happen.”

You sniffed. “What do you mean?”

He clenched his jaw. “It has been an honour.”

You flinched when he slammed the door and climbed into his seat. “What is happening?” You yelped when he cracked the reins and the carriage sped off. Your back slammed into your seat as the carriage raced off. “Harold!” You clambered over to the other seat and opened the little window to the driver seat. “Harold?”

The loud thumping of the horse's hooves and their breathing was so loud, but he managed to shout over them. “I’m setting you free. I’m getting you to the border!”

“Harold, he’ll kill you.”

He sighed. “I know, but I cannot let you do this. Run across the border, do not look back. Get yourself safe and find love.”

You let the tears fall. “Thank you, Harold.” You pulled back and started pulling at your dress so it’d be easier for you to run. You yanked your engagement ring off and tied it to the flowers. After shoving the door window open, you tossed the flowers out. “Freedom.”

As the carriage shook and travelled along the road to the border, you sat back and closed your eyes so you could enjoy some peace. A shout made your whole body jump. It seemed like Harold was shouting about something. You leaned out the window and looked behind you to see it was the royal guards in the distance racing towards you as well as Jareth.

Harold cracked the reins. “Don’t worry, my lady! I’ll get you close to the border! We’re almost there!”

You breathed out to see it was cold out. The mountain path was the only way you could escape. “Harold, thank you!”

“I’ll race into the woods. You need to jump out and start running, okay? I’ll draw them away.”

You nodded. “Okay.” You braced yourself against the door. “I’m ready!”

He turned the carriage into the thick snow-covered woods. He glanced back to see you were out of view. “Now!”

You threw the door open and leapt out and into the snow. You cried out when your body slammed against the floor on a bank then you started rolling. You yelped as your body rolled over hidden rocks. You kept rolling until you banged into a tree causing the air to be knocked out of you. “Ow.”

As you lay there in the snow you heard the carriage race away. Horses hooves and shouting got closer, meaning Jareth was getting close to the carriage. You winced as you leaned up and listened closely to what he was ordering, it seemed like he didn’t know you had jumped. Knowing you’d be safe for a bit, you pushed yourself up onto your shaky-cut legs and started sprinting as fast as your broken body could take you.

Time seemed to mean nothing to you as you stumbled through the forest. It was hard to see where you were going now, but you were sure hours had passed. You had prepared for your sham wedding in the morning and now it was the middle of the night. The bright moon lit up your path as you stumbled around. The once glamorous wedding dress you wore was not ripped, wet, dirty and had your blood on it.

Exhaustion bit away at your body, you needed to stop and rest but another part of you was telling you to fight. You slowed down and spotted a light from a lantern moving closer to you. A boost of energy rushed through you. You ran towards the light and saw a man dressed in black with a long cloak with a thick fur collar. When he moved into the moonlight you felt breathless.

The man was muscular and of average height. The clothes he wore indicated that he was rich, but likely not a royal. His hand gripping the top of the lantern was not fully human, it was black with claw-like fingers that seemed so soft and warm. The cold winter air blew his raven undercut hair a little to show off his stunning face that was dotted with black markings and some scales. Two reddish horns curled from his head and framed his handsome features. There were dark marks under his eyes to show he lacked sleep. A tail flicked behind him as he looked around. The most beautiful part was his steel blue eyes, you wanted to look deep into them for the rest of your life.

Levi had gone out for a night walk because he had heard there was a runaway bride who had escaped the prince in the neighbouring country. He had heard that the love of his life would run right into his arms and break his curse. This runaway bride might be his destined love that the one who cursed him was pissed off about. Levi had been cursed by someone who loved him but he didn’t love them, they tried to see Levi’s love future and saw a woman dressed as a bride running into Levi’s arms. So, they cursed Levi to be unable to change out of his demon form.

Tonight Levi had not worn his mask because he knew he wouldn’t meet anyone, so no one would be scared of how he looked. Levi was ashamed of how he looked, he believed he was frightening and ugly. He moved his lantern a little and squinted to see there was a figure running towards him. Something hopeful gripped Levi’s heart, it was just like he was told. His beloved bride and the love of his life seemed to be running right to him.

A gasp escaped him when the light caught you, you were his bride. Levi felt a hot rush go through him, you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen even though your wedding dress was ripped. He dropped his lantern when you jumped into his arms. He held you close to him as butterflies fluttered in his stomach. He glanced down at you to see a sparkle in your eyes.

You reached up and caressed his cheek. “You’re so handsome.”

Levi felt a rush of emotions, one was panic that you saw his real face but pure happiness and love fought with the fear because you saw the real him and liked it. “Th-Thank you.” He studied you. “My bride, you’re hurt.”

You rested your head against him. “Worth it all because I ran into your arms.”

He blushed hard. “Mm, yes.” He gazed at your pretty face. “You’re cold.” He yanked his massive cloak off and put it around you. “Here.”

You hugged it around you. “Smells wonderful.” You looked up at him. “You smell nice.” You cupped his face. “My saviour.” You leaned up and kissed Levi.

Levi wrapped his arms around you and kissed you back, but then you went limp. “My bride?” He pulled back to see you’d passed out. “Poor thing.” He grabbed the lantern and scooped you up. “Let’s get you home.”

The walk was short to his black horse, but he knew the ride would be a little long. It was spring in his land which meant the mountains were covered in snow, but when he took you down from the mountains to his home, it’d be a lot warmer for you. He made sure you were held against him as he rode back down the mountain path.

As the excitement of finding you died down a little, he realised how awful this was for you as well as how bad you looked. There were cuts and bruises all over your body, along with your toes and fingers looking blue. He was going to get you back and help you soak in a hot bath. Levi was very aware of the terror that was the prince in the other country because he was working closely with King Erwin to help people cross the border and escape him.

The land Levi lived in was welcoming and loving. It was a mixture of humans and other magical beings. Levi, like King Erwin, was part of the demon clan but preferred to appear human in form. There were a lot of policies to keep things fair and people to be treated equally. The balance between the poor and rich wasn’t massive, people were happy and comfortable. The biggest focus right now was making sure people fleeing Jareth’s country were cared for, kept safe and moved somewhere they wanted to go.

Levi dragged you off his horse once he arrived at his stables. Using the darkness, he rushed you inside his grand home and upstairs to his room. He lay you on his bed wrapped up in his cape and hurried over to his mask. He pulled on the mask that only showed his eyes and felt comfortable now he had hidden away.

Once Levi felt comfortable, he rushed out of the room and found a maid. “Ah, Anne. I need your help.”

Anne gazed at her kind, shy and sweet master. “Of course, I’m more than happy to help you.”

He fiddled with his hands. “Th-thank you.” He turned and hurried down the hall. “This way.” He opened his room door. “I ah…I found my bride running through the snow up in the mountains.”

Anne walked over to you as you slept, she could see the damage on you was horrific. “Poor thing, she needs a good bath, lots of food and new clothes. “She is very beautiful though.” She smiled at Levi. “Did she run into your arms like you were told she would?”

“Y-yes.” He smiled as his tail flicked. “She’s perfect. I-I want to help her.”

“Could you carry her to the bathroom for me?”

Levi nodded. “Y-Yes.”

She followed her master. “Is she the runaway bride? I heard that the tyrant prince lost his bride yesterday.”

Levi carefully lay you on the lounging sofa in the bathroom. “I think so. She must have been really scared to run all this way and get this hurt.”

Anne knelt by you and started undressing you. “Could you check your pool bath? It should be warm. I think something nice should be added to it.”

Levi checked the different bottles. “Ah, lavender.”

“Perfect.” She held you close and light woke you. “My lady, I know you are tired but we need to bathe you.”

You inhaled deeply and hummed. “Okay. Thank you.”

“Anne. It’s lovely to meet you.” She looked up. “Your Lordship, I need to get this lady naked.”

Levi flinched. “S-Sorry. I will get some clothes.”

You hummed a laugh. “Cute.”

Anne giggled. “The Count is as sweet as anything.” She helped you out of the last of your clothes and then over to the bath. “I’ll help you bathe.”

You sat there for a while as your body warmed up. “Is the count married?”

“No, he is single. Why?”

You released a long sigh. “I think in my ill state I kissed him.”

Anne smiled. “That explains why he’s so happy.” She washed your hair. “He’s a good man, very shy and gentle. He helps out those in need. All of us who work here for him have escaped your country.” Anne lifted her dress and showed you that one of her legs was a prosthetic. “The prince is a monster.”

You reached over and touched her leg. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m happy here and I have a handsome boyfriend.” She giggled. “So, it’s okay. Now it’s your turn to be happy and okay.” She helped you out of the bath and dried you off. “His Lordship will take care of you. You won’t be hurt anymore.”

You welled up. “I’m so glad.”

Anne hugged you. “You’re safe here.” She smiled and then ushered you out into Levi’s room to see he was fiddling with some clothes. “My Lordship.”

Levi flinched. “A-Ah! I uh…I bought clothes. A-are they okay?”

You walked over and looked them over. “They’re beautiful.” You smiled up at Levi. “Thank you.” You leaned closer and kissed his mask right where his lips would be. “You saved my life. I owe you everything.”

Levi gulped hard. “Y-You’re welcome. A-Ah, you should r-rest. Y-you can use my room.”

You held his clawed hand making him flinch at the contact. “You’ll be sharing it with me, right? I’m afraid to be alone.” You looked down and welled up as your body shook. “What if he comes back?”

Levi wrapped an arm around you and pulled you against him. “I’ll stay. The bed is massive.” He released you and turned his back. “Anne? Could you help her?”

Anne took the towel off you and dressed you in a lovely night dress. “Here you go, my lady. So pretty.” She stepped back. “She’s all ready for bed, your lordship.” She bowed and moved to the door. “I will take my leave.”

Levi turned to face you as soon as Anne left and was glad he had a mask on because he would be bright pink with a blush. To him, you looked incredibly beautiful with your hair down, the soft white nightdress on and it being lowcut. “P-pretty.” He went to reach for you before pulling back. “S-sorry, I shouldn’t touch.”

You smiled. “You’re nothing like him. That makes me so happy and safe.” You let out a big yawn and looked so adorable to Levi. “Mm, tired.”

“Bunny.”

You looked up at him. “Bunny?”

He whined. “Sorry, you remind me of a cute bunny.”

“Really?”

He walked over to the bed and pulled back the covers for you. “Bunny’s are amazing. They’re strong, durable and determined little things. They might be cute, but they have a mean kick.”

You climbed into the bed. “You don’t see me as a fragile thing?”

“N-no.” He tucked you in. “I will change.”

You lay back and felt so exhausted that you didn’t fully contemplate your situation, that some demon man had scooped you up, brought you to his massive home, washed you up and now had you in his bed. Your thoughts and slight worries washed away when Levi walked back over in a very loose and lowcut white shirt and high-waisted comfy trousers. The muscle you could see was plump and kissable with a few black markings and scales on.

Levi stopped on his side of the bed and whined. “S-sorry, my body is ugly.”

You sat up. “It’s the opposite! You’re the most handsome and beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”

Levi sat on the bed and felt confused. “Jareth is supposed to be that.”

You shook your head. “No, you are.” You reached over to his mask and lightly touched it. “I wish I could see your wonderful face again.”

“Mm, you won’t like it or me after you’re well rested.” He helped you to lie back. “Sleep.”

You softly said your name and title. “It’s lovely to meet you.”

Levi smiled behind his mask. “Count Levi Ackerman. I am the right-hand man to the King.”

You tried to fight sleep, but it was hard. “Mm, pleasure.”

Levi watched you drift off. “Pleasure is all mine.”

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!!REQUEST REQUIREMENTS!!

-> state the character, romantic or platonic, the format of the request, and a plot

-> do you have any specifics for the reader? blonde, poc, male, neurodivergent, etc? (please keep in mind i will write poc readers but i’m white so they may be a little difficult for me)

-> requests are preferred to be sent through inbox, but i can make dms work if needed

-> PLEASE ACTUALLY SPECIFY WHAT YOU WANT WITH YOUR REQUEST!! ITS VERY HARD FOR ME TO WRITE “____ x reader fluff” GIVE ME A PLOT LINE

!!WHAT I WILL WRITE!!

-> platonic

-> romantic

-> familial

-> any gender x any gender

-> headcanons

-> long fics

-> multi character

-> blurbs

-> poly relationships

-> x reader

-> i will only write cheating if it’s a character comforting r after being cheated on, not a character cheating on r

!!WHAT I WONT WRITE!!

-> smut (i’m 15)

-> yandere

-> most aus, ask about the specific au before requesting an au

-> incest

-> age gaps

-> canonical gay/lesbian character x a man (if lesbian) or a woman (if gay)

-> song fics

-> things about ocs

-> ships

-> sunshine x grumpy tropes, i’m horrible at this trope

character list

keeper of the lost cities

sophie foster, dex dizznee, fitz vacker, keefe sencen, biana vacker, marella redek, maruca chebota, tam song, linh song, wylie endal, jensi babblos, stina heks, elwin hesledge

harry potter

harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, neville longbottom, luna lovegood, ginny weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, sirius black, james potter, remus lupin, mary macdonald, marlene mckinnon, lily evans, dorcas meadows, regulus black, barty crouch jr, narcissa black, andromeda black, bellatrix lestrange

ride the cyclone

ocean o’connell rosenberg, noel gruber, mischa bachinski, ricky potts, jane doe/penny lamb, constance blackwood

the outsiders

ponyboy curtis, johnny cade, sodapop curtis, darry curtis, steve randall, twobit matthews, dallas winston, cherry valance

the school for good and evil

agatha, sophie, tedros, hort, hester, anadil, dot, nicola, rhian mistral, rafal mistral, clarissa dovey, leonora lesso

little women

jo march, amy march, beth march, meg march, laurie

dracula

dracula, lucy westenra, arthur holmwood, john seward, mina harker, abraham van helsing, renfield, quincey morris, jonathan harker, the brides

frankenstein

victor frankenstein, elizabeth lavenza, henry clerval, adam frankenstein, justine mortiz, ernest frankenstein, the bride

dr jekyll and mr hyde

henry jekyll, edward hyde, richard enfield, gabriel utterson, hastie lanyon, lucy harris

phantom of the opera

christine daaé, erik destler, raoul de chagney, meg giry, carlotta giudicelli

the mighty ducks

charlie conway, adam banks, lester averman, guy germaine, connie moreau, fulton reed, dean portman, julie gaffney, ken wu, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson

david bowie

david bowie, ziggy stardust, jareth, thomas jerome newton, celliers

daisy jones and the six

daisy jones, billy dunne, graham dunne, karen sirko, warren rhodes, pete loving/roundtree, eddie loving/roundtree, camila dunne, simone jackson

doctor who bbc

ninth doctor, tenth doctor, eleventh doctor, twelfth doctor, rose tyler, jack harkness, mickey smith, donna noble, martha jones, clara oswald, river song, amy pond, rory williams, simm! master, missy/gomez master

miss peregrines home for peculiar children

jacob portman, emma bloom, millard nulling, enoch o’connor, olive elephanta, alma peregrine

good omens

crowley, aziraphale, ineffable husbands (poly), beelzebub <3, gabriel, ineffable bureaucracy (poly), nina, maggie, nina and maggie (poly), anathema

what we do in the shadows

nandor the relentless, nadja of antipaxos, laszlo cravensworth, colin robinson, guillermo de la cruz, the guide, baron afanas

yellowjackets

shauna shipman, lottie matthews, misty quigley, taissa turner, van palmer, natalie scatoricco, jackie taylor, travis martinez

star trek (tos/aos)

jim kirk, spock, leonard mccoy, nyota uhura, hikaru sulu, pavel chekov, montgomery scott, janice rand, christine chapel, khan

miscellaneous characters

sarah williams, bernard the elf, rodrick heffley, varian, lisa frankenstein, the creature (lisa frankenstein)

UPCOMING FANDOMS : american horror story, torchwood, x-men, gossip girl, hannibal, sherlock, ghosts, house md, star trek tng, the x files, the big bang theory, dead poets society

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Writers confident challenge! list your 5 writings you love the most! Reread them and tell yourself you are a gem to this world! and if you want, send this to the writers you like let them know how awesome they are! 💌

Thank you anon this took a minute! :D

1: Out From Twisting Pages - my longest work so far but my most beloved. This fic has helped me work out depression and trauma and is almost 2 years old! (Labyrinth Jareth x GN Reader)

2: Reaper - Second in my Spitfire Series. While the first is more popular I loved writing this. This developed my characteristic Soft! Simon (COD Simon x GN reader)

3: Our Shattered Heart - I loved this! I love the Smiths and still can't believe they led me to Writing Poly for the first time! I always reread this and enjoy it lol. (Cod 141 x GN reader)

4: Hypnogogic - A little untraditional as it is a poetry post but this I cried to while writing. (COD Simon x reader Angst)

5: On the Same Page series - I started then a little after getting my first library job! This fic helps me to relax. (COD Simon x Reader Bookshop Au (fem terms but not too many))

Thank you anon I hope this pleases you! It was fun exploring my writing

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Rules

I write for pretty far out things but don’t be weird

I ONLY WRITE READER AS A TOP

Only x Reader

Any gender

Mostly smut unless i have a really good fluff prompt

other then that my blog is pretty free game just the obvious don’ts

WHO I WRITE FOR

Almost every Rory Culkin character

James Hetfield

Kirk Hammet

Lars Ulrich

Dave Mustaine

Nikki Sixx

Tate Langdon

Micheal Afton

Mattheo Riddle

Enzo Berkshire

Coriolanus Snow

Theo Nott

Spencer Reid

Tom Keifer

j.d ( heathers )

John Deacon

Roger Taylor

Jareth from the labrynth

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🌟Masterlist🌟

Labyrinth (1986)

The lonely king (Complete):

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

It's only forever (In progress):

One shots (Jareth x reader):

The Garden

The kitten

Early bird

Does Hoggle have b.o?

The witch

Markiplier egos:

Reader who's afraid to love head cannons

yandereplier x insecure/anxious reader

yandereplier x reader: fluff

Dark x Erix Derekson x Reader

Wilford x depressed reader

Dark x haphephobic reader

Dark x panicking reader

Dark x overworked reader

Dark x snail lover reader

Yancy x chubby! self conscious reader

Wilford Warfastache x reader: Christmas!

Dark x reader fluff

Yancy head cannons

Yandere! Wilford Warfstache x chubby reader

EGOTOBER (2019)

Day one: Flowers

Day two: Trap

Day three: Pose

Day four: Jacket

Day five: Umbrella

Day six: Coffee or tea

Day seven: Barrier

Day eight: Sneak (KOTS)

Day Nine: Blue (Googleplier)

Day ten: Phone (Yan x reader)

Day eleven and tweleve: Swap & travel (self insert)

Day thirteen and fourteen: Stripes & car (Wilford x reader)

Day sixteen and seventeen: Wave and bright (Bim Trimmer)

Day fifteen: Metal (Bing)

Day eighteen: Gold (Eric Derekson)

Day nineteen: Music (Priestiplier)

Day twenty: Leaves (Wilford and Yan)

Day twenty one: Sleep (Doc)

Day twenty two: Cauldron (Dark)

Day twenty three: Spooked: (Yan x reader)

Day twenty four:

Day twenty five: Moonlight: Wilford Warfstache x @matronofthevoid

Day twenty six: Purple

Day twenty seven: Fangs, KOTS

Day twenty eight: Candy, Wilford

Day twenty nine: Countiplier (@justwritingscibbles oc) x reader

Day thrity: Shadow, Randall

Day thrity-one: Halloween!

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Fanfiction Author Interview Game

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Tea with Topsy

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Rings

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No one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! I try to get to them as they come in, but sometimes it makes my brain feel good to look at a clump of emails from AO3 in my inbox or I get behind trying to edit and things build up for a couple of weeks. If someone is willing to take the time and effort to say something after reading my fic I want to thank them for that.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Probably Until the echoes fade away though I think that might wrap into something larger someday. But and if you choose to take that path/would you come to make me pay probably gives it a run for its money

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

Probably Rings? Its the most earned happy ending to me if that makes sense. Somethign that is pure fluff doesn't feel like a happy ending fic unless you have something for the characters to get through first. So while I have fluffier stuff overall, its Rings or and the taste of you sweet on my tongue that feel like they have the happiest endings

Do you write crossovers?

I don't. Unless you count the occasional Edna Mode cameo in some of my fics. Though I've been bouncing an idea for a Megamind and Roxanne wind up in Reboot/bodyswap with Dot and Megabyte for a whole (Megamind is very jealous of Hex's outfit)

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Only once and I deleted it. Not worth wasting the time on.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I LOVE writing smut! My favourite kind is the emotions are running so high we can't not fuck about it. Though I did get a little bored of explaining Megamind's nethers so many times so I tend to skip first times or go less into explaining how it works nowadays (of course then I went and wrote Moondust by starlight and found myself incredibly stuck trying to write sex between two humans...okay used to be human...revived undying creatures of light/partial hive gods/whatever so there are challenges everywhere I guess. Smut where the relationship isn't resolved/characters aren't talking about it is one of my pleasures. Working out how characters are connecting while hiding their emotions behind their actions is just so delicious.

My favourite smut I've ever written was for Ricochet, Recoil, Rebound which was so incredibly joyous i still makes me smile every time I reread it.

A horny oneshot is an excellent palate cleanser and I like writing them when I'm getting too stuck on something else.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge?

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have! More? Behind the Scenes, Coffee Date and Catch and Release have been translated into Russian (I salute anyone who can translate because I'm monolingual so massive kudos to all those translators!)

And Fishcakes has also been made into a podfic!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Just the once with @nientedal, we wrote Blue streak together in a kindof bouncing back and forth and it was so much fun!

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Oooooooof that is a HARD one! I have so many favourites that fall into certain types (Megarox, Erik/Christine, Sarah/Jareth) not to mention my weakness for political marriage tropes like Sansa/Tyrion. I don't know how to choose?!

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Probably a few. I started a What we do in the shadows WOP back after seaosn 3 that I never finished, and there were some Bridgerton fic I scribbled down but it doesn't really appeal to me anymore. But I'll keep them just in case.

What are your writing strengths?

I love writing dialogue. And smut. Anything where characters get to go head to head.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I struggle with characters wanting to or articulating their feelings in a sincere way, (hello trauma from always having Serious Conversations whenever I got in trouble). It always feels the least in character for me to have them sincerely talk about their feelings than try to find any other way to get them out. Yelling feelings is valid though, see the head to head comment above.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I don't have a problem with it. I don't do it myself but if I was to I think I'd have the english translation in hovertext. It depends on the flow of the story and what is happening.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

oooohhhhh...I think I'd like to write something for Pacific Rim or Deadloch someday. Or Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Something where I can really let some bleak dry australian humour through.

What's your favorite fic you've written?

Oh lordy um...how do I choose? Tea with Topsy I think for the sheer four years of my life I've poured into it. But I also have a real fondness for Ricochet, Recoil, Rebound and Moondust by Starlight

I'm going to tag @jurijurijurious, @thatfilthyanimal, @wishuponastarion

[radwolf76]

WH40K Homebrew Space Marine Chapter: Stormwolves

I've posted about them before, but with the April 2024 Field Manual Points List v1.8 recently dropping, I'd gone back to make sure my army list for my Homebrew Chapter was still in compliance, or as close to it as I can get seeing as much of it is from Legends due to the nature of my Chapter's Backstory, and it felt like a good time to consolidate the Lore as well.

(Keep in mind I don't actually play this army, the last time I played 40k was when Clinton was in office, it's just an exercise in seeing how well I can apply the army building rules to my Homebrew's fluff.)

Stormwolves Lore

The story of my Homebrew Marine Chapter, the Stormwolves, starts with an Ordo Sicarius Inquisitor who had been embedded as a deep-cover operative in the Vanus Temple Assassin of the Officio Assassinorum -- Real name undisclosed, known only by her Inquisitorial Authorization Code for her Mission: 𝜮 — Niner . Septagraph \ Halley | ℚ [Rational] • Soul : Zed <𝑖> ∞ = Foxtrot ^ V̿ (This is often shortened to "Sigma Stroke Niner", and in rare cases to just Halley)

The combination of Inquisitorial zeal and the Data Gathering & Manipulation skills of an Unbound Infocyte is a potent mix, and Sigma Stroke Niner was able to deduce the existence of Cawl's Primaris project prior to it's official unveiling, including the initial reports (later proven wrong) that these new marines would be near-immune to the various chapters' gene-seed flaws.

She brought this finding back to her compartmentalized Inquisitorial Conclave, who decided that it warranted further investigation in the utmost secret. They also came to the verdict that if there were going to be a next generation of Marines, it was ill-advised to let them all be under the sole control of a lone member of the Mechanicus, no matter how intelligent and skilled. The Inquisitor Infocyte was authorized for a new assignment, to divert one of Cawl's secret remote caches of Primaris for study by an independent Mechanicus Arch-Genetor. This diverted batch of Primaris would also secretly serve as a fail-safe contingency for the eventuality of Cawl's project posing a threat to the Imperium, giving the Inquisition an independent stock of Primaris from which a counter-force could eventually be raised from.

A Vogelist Arch-Genetor, Kristiana Rozza, was chosen and allowed to review the collected research intercepted from Cawl. She hypothesized that the supposed flaw resistance may be possible to be backported to Firstborn Marines, especially if aspirants were screened for favorable genomes. A Rogue Trader, Jareth Keldon XXIV, was secretly commissioned to locate an obscure world to conduct experiments with this new "Marine Chapter", his payment being a full company's worth of these new marines being seconded to his flagship to assist with his explorations.

The planet that the Rogue Trader was able to locate for the project, Etherion IV, was a pre-Imperium Dark Age of Technology -Remnant human colony Industrial-Hive not on standard navigational charts due to surrounding warp-storms (these warp-storms would result in several temporal anomalies and the planetary system having an asteroid belt littered with Space Hulk wreckage from the past and even future).

Etherion IV's planetary culture consists of a Capitalist Corporate Oligarchy with proxy wars of genegineered Abhuman Hive-Gangs, called "Splicer Gangs". The wide variety of genegineering among segments of the native population gave Arch-Genetor Rozza a broad canvas of potential aspirants for her various experiments in Astartes creation.

In addition to the stasis Primaris extracted from Cawl's secret cache, a small amount of Astartes genetic tithings were diverted so that Firstborn Marines could also be made. The primary source was the Space Wolves, but some Blood Angels Progenoids were also in the mix of what could be illicitly redirected. While carrying the Geneseed mutations of these parent Chapters, the Marines created from this supply were entirely divorced from the homeworlds of Fenris and Baal, carrying no cultural context for any Chapter-specific flaws that develop.

The Stormwolves are not a full strength Chapter, and lack much of the heavier hardware. What vehicles and aircraft they do have are often archived museum pieces whose storage records were "misfiled" or unused prototype schematic designs pulled from mothballs at various Forge Worlds to then be manufactured locally on Etherion IV.

Due to their covert "founding", the Stormwolves are also at risk of being misidentified as a Renegade Chapter or even surviving Heresy-era Blackshields. Or they would be, if they hadn't been trapped by a severe time-distorting Warp Storm keeping them isolated while time ran at widely disparate rates inside and outside of the storm. This Storm lasted several centuries and did not fully dissipate until the middle of the Indomitus Crusade.

Due to the research-based charter that was their unofficial founding, the Stormwolves have a non-Codex structure.

Chapter Leadership is referred to as "Control" and consists of Firstborn Marines that have not been experimented on. They assist the Arch-Genetor with her experiments, and also lean hard into the monastic side of being an Astartes. Their unique power armor color scheme is often not fully visible due to cloaks, robes, tabards, capes, and hoods in black, red, and royal purple. Control also almost exclusively carries high-powered relic combi-weapons.

Then come the Bloodstorm Squadrons which are batches of Firstborn who have had their Geneseed experimented on. Their armor scheme is a variation of Control's colors, with more red. Conscripts from the Abhuman Splicer Gangs are also assigned to Bloodstorm as they wait to see if they get chosen for Marine implants.

Both these Firstborn sections are outnumbered by the Primaris Marines of the Stygian Wolves Division. Sporting a much darker paint scheme, the Stygian Wolves are a mostly Phobos-armored Vanguard Force and are typically grouped into 5 Marine squads, one of which is always a Helix Adept. These squads are either designated as Obscuratus Pack if they are equipped with Omni-Scramblers and Comms Arrays, or as Phantom Pack if they eschew this extra equipment in favor of mobility. The Helix Adepts in both types of Pack are charged with monitoring the genetic health of the rest of their squad in addition to all their other normal Helix Adept duties. Both Obscuratus and Phantom Packs wield the locally produced Etherion-Pattern Marksman Bolt Carbine, a design that takes cues from both the Instigator Bolt Carbine and the Stalker Pattern Bolter. Occasionaly, smaller fire teams armed with either Bolt Sniper Rifles or Las-Fusils are also employed.

Uncommonly, the Stygian Wolves also use Tacticus Configuration of Mk. X Power Armor, frequently in combination with Plasma Incinerators in a Hellblaster-style loadout, in squad formations lead by an Apothecary and known as Sterilization Detail. Very rarely will the Intercessor-syle loadout with the Cawl Pattern Bolt Rifle be used; this equipment profile is typically reserved for in boarding actions. Rarest of all are the Gravis-armored Multi-Melta wielders of the Extermination Crew.

The devotion to monitoring their own genetics in the pursuit of constant improvement is not just limited to the Stygian Wolves Division, as Control is also very Apothecary heavy, with many Apothecaries assigned to a leadership role by the title of Helix Keeper. Helix Keepers also frequently assume the command position over Bloodstorm Squads. The Helix Keepers, Apothecaries, and Helix Adepts of the Chapter take the place of Chaplins, as the Stormwolves have no Chapter Cult of their own, their worship is directed solely towards genetic experimentation. The quest for purity also has weeded out most all forms of random mutation, including the Psyker genes, so the Chapter also lacks Librarians. (The deliberate genengineering of potential aspirants is an exception to the purity mandate.)

The Stormwolves often fight alongside Auxiliaries draw from the troops assigned to Rogue trader Keldon's fleet. Keldon's Elite Personal Guard, the 1st Selene Contingent, is the most powerful of these. They provide an additional avenue for Arch-Genetor Rozza to experiment on enhancements that fall outside of the Inquisitorial charter to research Space Marine genetics and the Primaris Project. The true nature of these side experiments by the Arch-Genetor are shrouded in secrecy for unknown reasons. While there is always the possibility that the sub-project could be something considered to be Heretical by either the Mechanicus or the Imperium, Sigma Stroke Niner is aware of the details, and permits the work to continue. It is of note that the 1st Selene Contingent is an all-female unit.

[reapers-lover]

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Nightmares~

Jareth x Fem Reader fluff

Tw: Mentions of abuse, blood, nightmares, and alcohol

☆Read at your own risk☆

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I sigh as the warm water hits my bare skin. It's been two months since I first arrived in the underground after wishing myself away. I am really enjoying it here. The goblins can be tricky but overall very kind. And then Jareth had been nothing but sweet to me. Every day is something new with him. He seems to take pride in showing me the labyrinth and this castle and I cant say im not enjoying it.

I turn off the water and quietly put on one of the many nightgowns I was given. I slowly slip into my warm bed and quickly succumb to sleep.

*"Y/N! GET THE FUCK DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!"

I quickly rushed down the stairs to see my step father standing there with a bottle in his hand. He's drunk I quickly realized. "Yes?" I ask meekly.

"YOU STUPID GIRL. I TOLD YOU TO GET THIS HOUSE CLEANED SO WHY AREN'T THE DISHES DONE? IM SO DONE WITH YOUR SHIT."

Before I could say anything my step father raised his beer bottle and smashed it against my head. I quickly dropped to my knees. I could feel something drip down the center of my face and when I touched it and looked at it I realized it was bleeding. Anxiety cursed through my veins as my whole vision turned red.*

I shot up in bed screaming. I was shaking like a mad man. My bedroom door burst open and Jareth rushed in. "Y/n, oh gods are you okay my love?" He quickly came to my side. I shook my head and started crying, still very shaken up.

Carefully he wrapped his arms around me and held my head to his chest. "Shhh it's okay y/n it was just a bad dream. I'm right here. I promise everything is okay." Slowly he started to rock me from side to side until I eventually calmed down.

He let go of me and stood up but before he could turn away I grabbed his arm. "No" I choked out, "Please don't leave me." He looked down at me and smiled gently. "Okay, I won't"

Quietly he got himself in the covers and laid down next to me. He gently wrapped his arms around me.I closed my eyes and rested my head against his chest. As I slowly started to drift to sleep I could feel him lightly kiss my forehead. I smiled and cuddled up closer to him. Life really is nice in the underground.