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hunniiibunniii333 · 15 days ago

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Hello! I love your reader in the Jareth x Wife fic, I love how you made her interesting with that curse, Could I request just marriage headcanons with Jareth and how they met and fell In love etc with the same reader please! (can also be separate posts!)🐦‍⬛

I'm so glad you enjoyed my other fics! :D This idea has been in the back of my head for months now, and I just needed to share it! I might actually made a prequel fic about how y/n and Jareth met and fell in love, but I can definitely do some marriage headcanons!

Warning: A little bit toxic (on both sides), slight angst, domestic fluff, unedited

ᯓ★Jareth Marriage Headcanons

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✦ I imagine a big factor in your's and Jareth's relationship is the fact that you are both fae. When you feel emotion, it is all consuming. Love, anger, jealousy, etc. Grudges and arguments are just as frequent as the sweet nothings and pretty words.

✦ The former tends to be more common than the ladder. You two tend to bicker a lot, both too stubborn for your own good. You two could be at one of Jareth's lavish balls, and he'll give you all of his attention, his hand placed respectfully on your waist, holding your hand as the two of you laughed and sipped on wine. Oh, but let him oggle at another person for what you deem too long. He won't hear the end of it for the rest of the night.

✦ But it wasn't like he would try to take the time to reassure you, tell you that he would never, and he meant never, go against his vows. He loved you, adored you more than anything else in the world. Instead he will just huff and tell you that you are just being delusional, and then not understand when you just won't let it go. He didn't understand the issue. If he sees something nice, of course he was going to look.

✦ Typically you are good about reeling back your emotions. You aren't just trying to make a problem out of nothing, like Jareth swears you are. Just like Jareth knows you, you know him. You knew what that look in his eyes meant. And is it really so bad that you want to be the only one he looks at like that? Is that truly too much to ask for?

✦ Apparently, to Jareth, it was. When he would call you delusional, do nothing to help soothe your frayed nerves- The stress would cause your curse to flare up. When you feel too overwhelming of emotions, let your emotions consume you entirely, you turn into a feathered, bird monster, representing the tumoral you felt.

✦ Luckily, you take a potion every day so keep the beast at bay. Unluckily, your ass of a husband liked to test your nerves. Although you couldn't turn into a beast, feathers would sprout painfully from your shoulders and arms. Whenever you got like this, Jareth knew he was taking it too far. He would immediately feel guilty when he notices the silky feathers lingering your arms and back.

✦ Safe to say, every time he takes it that far, he feels awful. Guilt and regret aren't emotions he's used to feeling. His ego just wouldn't allow him to; He is simply too proud for it. But.. Seeing you that wounded, that your rage and hurt consumed you so completely, and that he was the cause.. It made him feel a strange gnawing at his gut, akinned to guilt but not quite that. After the fight, when things have cooled down, he'll always run you a bath, and help you pluck the feathers once your dry, if you feel just to it.

✦ Sure, the arguing is constant. Neither of you are easily swayed, and tension is always high. But when it's good, it's great. Whenever you aren't at each other's throats, you are completely smitten. The constant arguments and name calling never watered down the spark you two felt for one another, if anything it kept the flames going.

✦ I don't see Jareth as someone who is big on pda. He'll hold your hand, dance with you, give you respectful pecks on your cheeks and lips when the time called for it. But anything else, it just isn't his cup of tea.

✦ No, Jareth much prefers showing his love to you by different means. Like surprising you with balls in your honor, or randomly gifting you a beautifully bound book or a pair of earrings that sparkled in the light beautifully. All while packaging all the gifts and events with pretty words.

✦ "They look beautiful on you, no?" He would ask, hands caressing the blades of your shoulders, looking at you from behind as you tried on the earrings in the mirror, "I knew you'd make them look even more stunning.."

✦ But it was the simple things you appreciated the most. Like how he would bring you a cup of tea while you read in the gardens. He always made sure it was in your favorite mug, the one shaped like a flower lily. Or how he would notice how the lace of your corseted dress had came undone. He would simply come up behind you, placing his hands on either side of your waist, "Be still for me for a moment," He would say, then taking the laces of your gown. He would then take his sweet time, undoing the ribbon in one motion only to retie it into a neat bow. He'd make sure to double knot it before giving you a peck on the cheek and then going on his marry way. Truly, it was the little things that meant the most to you.

✦ You show your love in a similar, yet different way. You could find yourself taking a stroll through the labyrinth, enjoying the sun and the way it made the stone walls glitter. When, suddenly, something shining would catch your eye. It was usually a pretty stone that shined in the light, or a bracelet or small, metal trinket a runner had dropped. The moment you got back to the castle, you would immediately go find your husband, giving him the pretty object with a big smile on your face. Jareth would smile back at you, thanking you before taking your hand into his and giving your knuckles a kiss.

✦ Jareth has more expensive tastes, sure, but he loves you and loves how you would come home with that pretty smile on your face, presenting him a glistening stone or plastic, beaded bracelet. He happily takes all the little trinkets and smooth stones you give him, putting them with the rest of them in the wooden jewelry box he keeps on the desk of his study.

✦ Whenever he would spend the most of his day in his study, his eyes would linger on the ornate carvings on the box, before grabbing it and opening its lid. He'd take out a few trinkets (a small charm from someone's charm bracelet, a bottle-cap pin, and what looked to be the chain of a necklace), just to look at them for a bit. He'd smile softly, his eyes crinkling slightly. He'd then take a smooth, black rock out, rubbing it with his thumb as he went back to work.

✦ Being the King and Queen of The Underground made it hard to find a lot of time for each other. The two of you were just busy throughout the day. Jareth had to keep the kingdom in order (mainly by threatening his subjects), and you had potions to brew as well as working on the gardens in your free time.

✦ But you both always make time for each other. Whether it be you visiting Jareth when you were able to find the time, or him always making it to dinner every day. You two make it work, but usually the one time the two of you see each other is at night.

✦ Jareth always makes sure to make it to dinner, usually going back to his study, doing god knows what, for a few more hours. However, usually those few hours would turn into many, and when he finally got back to the room, you would be in bed, asleep. He would tip toe into the room, trying his best not to wake you up, lest he be met with your wrath. He'd get a change of clothes, getting ready for bed in the en suite. Once he's out of his tight leather pants and laced shirt, he'd slip into bed, getting comfortable under the duvet.

✦ Jareth would turn to you, scooting closer to spoon you from behind, wrapping his arm around your waist. He would nuzzle his face into your beautiful hair, nose pressing against the back of your neck to inhale your pleasant scent. He missed you every moment away, even if you didn't know it.

✦ Other times, he would come back at a reasonable time, finding you still awake in bed. You have a book in hand, eyes skimming over the yellowed pages. You sat next to an oil lamp, the soft, golden light illumining your enchanting features.

✦ He wouldn't say anything as he took off his armor and boots, moving toward the bed to lay on top of you. Jareth buried his face into the valley of your chest, letting out an exaggerated sigh, wanting your attention. And it was just that you gave him, setting down your leather bound book. Instead, you busied your hands by combing your fingers through his golden locks.

✦ You would ask him about his day, already knowing what he'd say, "Horrific. Absolutely horrific," before starting to rant and complain about his day. You just listen, nodding along and commenting when needed, all while playing with the ends of his choppy hair.

✦ "You poor thing.." You teased him, like you always would. He'd simply huff a laugh, looking up at you with those mis matched eyes, "Well? Don't I get a kiss for the dreadful day I experienced?"

✦ You chuckle before leaning in, pressing a tender, lingering kiss against his soft lips.

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benossummongirlii · 2 years ago

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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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anxiousfanchild · 2 months ago

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I think it’s time for a new introduction post!

Hi, I’m Carter! You can also call me Clemmie/Clementine! Im a 21+ fanfic writer who has been writing since elementary school! I am always chowing down on new media so I am constantly adding to my fandom list!

Below, you can find some more information on me, my dos and donts for requests, and my new masterlist!

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DNI: homophobes, transphobes, racists, the normal dni

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* Canon x Canon

* Smut

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whatsorceressisthis · 1 year ago

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@gloomytk

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

#a03 fanfic #a03 writer #labyrinth #jareth #sarah williams #fae #fluff #glitter

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megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms · 1 year ago

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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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hippiegoth97 · 6 months ago

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Into the Fire: An Eddie Munson x Reader Story Pt. 44

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Part 43

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Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: swearing, mention of anxiety, crying, fluff, smut, oral sex, fingering, masturbation, dirty talk, praise/degradation, sexual activities in public

Word Count: 8.5k

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Part 44: As the World Falls Down

Sunday, June 10th, 1990

"Morning, sugarpuff! Are you excited for your big day?" Mom asks softly as she gently shakes you awake in your bed. You'd stayed the night in your childhood home, along with your bridesmaids, to be able to get ready away from the boys. Last night was a bit of a blur, consisting of lots of last-minute preparation. You also did a couple trial runs of the ceremony at the venue of your choice, making sure everything will go smoothly this afternoon.

"Yeah, Mom. What time is it?" You reply groggily, rubbing your eyes. You sit up in bed, looking over at the clock. 9am, and the wedding is at noon. "Hey, Rob. Time to get up. We gotta eat and start getting ready." You nudge your maid of honor, who's currently drooling into her pillow on the other side of your bed. She groans, rolling over to turn away from you. "Robin, c'mon." You grab her shoulders, shaking her a bit more firmly.

"I'm up, I'm up. Jeez." Robin grumbles, not one for early mornings. She looks up at you with squinted eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the morning light pouring through the window. "Morning, bride to be." She smiles once she registers that it's you waking her up, and not her parents.

"Morning, Rob." You smile back, the joy of what today will bring slowly starts to hit you.

"Breakfast is waiting, girls. I made muffins, bacon and eggs. You're gonna need all the energy you can get." Mom says, leaving you two alone to retrieve Nancy from Dustin's room.

You make a quick stop in the bathroom before joining the other women in the kitchen. A steaming plate of food is waiting for you at the dining table, a large glass of orange juice sat beside it. Robin, Nancy, Erica, and Mom sit around the table with you, the five of you eating quietly. There isn't much to say since you all had a bit of a sleepover last night. Your focus today is putting on your dresses, and getting your hair and makeup all set to go. The silence is content, without weight. Besides, you're all still kind of waking up from the long sleep you had. You're surprised you were able to rest at all, given your insides buzzing with excitement, and Robin kicking in her sleep.

You don't linger on your meal, anxious to start getting ready. You still have to steam the dresses so they're pristine and perfect. Your wedding gown in particular is going to be rather time consuming, as Angie managed to pull off something very special for you. One of her friends in Chicago happens to be an expert seamstress, and she was able to recreate Sarah's ball gown from Labyrinth to near-complete screen accuracy. It's been said before that it's one of your favorite films, as well as Eddie's. Of course, this means he will be wearing a replica of Jareth the Goblin King's outfit from the same scene. It's a dream come true, for two massive nerds like yourselves. You pore over your gown on its silk hanger, admiring the pearlescent fabric, puff sleeves, and intricate beading and lace. You can't wait to see yourself in it. Sure, there's been a couple try-ons for any alterations, but this time is the real thing.

Your mother takes it upon herself to steam the dresses, ensuring no wrinkle or water streak is left behind. Meanwhile, Karen Wheeler has come over to assist with hair and makeup. You haven't been too picky about how your bridesmaids are going to look. You've chosen a simple, strapless satin blue dress for them to wear, to match the color of Eddie's suit. Given how different each bridesmaid's hair type is, you're perfectly fine with whatever is comfortable for them, so long as it's clean and styled. Nancy goes for a simple up-do, Erica picks a tight bun, and Robin keeps her hair down, begrudgingly letting Karen straighten it so it's a little less shaggy. As for you, you're going for luscious, voluminous curls. You don't have as much hair as Sarah at the moment, but it's more than enough to work with. You're also planning to have Karen put some ribbons and shiny accessories in your hair to mimic the look as best you can.

You all converse casually as you get ready one at a time, with Nancy going first in Karen's makeshift beauty chair. Next will be Erica, and then Robin, ending with you since yours will take the most time. "Getting excited, Y/N?" Karen asks as she finishes setting Nancy's hair.

"Very. But I also feel calm, and ready. Eddie and I have wanted this for so long, it feels right." You answer, smiling so unbelievably wide that your cheeks start to hurt. You can't help it, this is truly going to be the happiest day of your life.

"Good! You two make such a great couple, Eddie's one of the good ones." Karen smiles. "All set, Nancy." She dismisses her daughter to go get into her dress. "Your turn, Erica." She beckons the young girl into the kitchen chair, who plops into it dutifully.

"I just can't believe the long-haired freak I met four years ago is actually getting married." Erica sasses, though she means it in the nicest way. "You bring out the best in him, Y/N. The happiest couple of nerds Hawkins has ever seen." She grins at you. "I'm really happy for you guys." She says sincerely.

"Thanks, Erica. How's that long-overdue campaign coming along? Eddie's been itching to play again, and so have I." You ask.

"I'm working on it, I swear! I gotta make it even more sadistic than his campaigns used to be! Perfection takes time!" She retorts.

"Well, I look forward to it. You're gonna be a great DM." You say with a nod. It's been over a year since you played your first campaign with the club, and when Eddie announced his retirement as Dungeon Master. Since then, everyone has been extraordinarily busy. School, work, dating, you name it. That's just how life goes, no matter how hard one tries to keep up with friendship bonds.

"You two still sticking with a honeymoon at home?" Robin asks, holding up the skirt of her dress on its hanger while Mom runs the steamer over it.

"Yep. There's no place we'd rather be, honestly. We're both such home bodies, and we don't want to leave Arwen for very long." You answer.

"I still think you two should've at least gotten a cabin or something. Somewhere secluded, and romantic. I would've paid for it, you know." Mom comments, trying to live vicariously through you.

"I know, Mom. It's just not our thing. Besides, we aren't going to work, or even leaving the apartment the entire week." You giggle, thinking about all the dirty little things you plan on getting up to. In your bed, in the shower, even on the kitchen table if the mood strikes. You bite down on your lip at the thought, subtly rubbing your thighs together to relieve the pressure you've got built up inside you. You and Eddie haven't had sex in a little more than a week, far too busy getting things in order for graduation and the wedding. It's been driving you both nuts, not being able to get your hands on one another. It's made every passing glance, innocent touch, or filthy thought feel like so much more than it is at face value. When you two finally get a chance to be alone, there's no doubt you'll be tearing each other to absolute shreds.

"I'm sure you'll find plenty of ways to pass the time." Robin smirks, noticing your flushing cheeks.

"Yeah they will!" Nancy cheers, and the other women hoot and holler for a moment.

"Oh, god." You laugh and blush wildly, feeling that same mix of amusement and shame that you experienced in the college auditorium a couple days ago.

"I'm sure Eddie will be hearing that a lot tonight." Mom chimes in, taking you by surprise. The others begin cackling uncontrollably.

"Mom!" You gasp, before falling into the tittering fit of laughter everyone else has found themselves in.

"I'm not wrong, am I?" She asks through a wheeze.

"No." You begrudgingly admit, which only makes you all laugh even harder.

The next couple of hours breeze by, and it's time to get into your dress. You come out of your bedroom after having changed into your special white lingerie and the hoop skirt that goes under your gown. Mom and Robin help you get the dress over your head, arms lifted so they'll slip into the long, puffy sleeves. They maneuver it down slowly, avoiding your tediously styled hair. It's thankfully not too heavy once it's in place, despite how full it is. Mom zips you up, and Robin gently pulls the poofs to rest just off your shoulders. Mom comes around to get a good look at you, her eyes welling up immediately.

"Oh, you look so beautiful, sugarpuff." She blubbers.

"I wanna see!" You say excitedly, hiking up your skirt so you can walk down the hall to look in the mirror. The girls follow close behind to make sure you don't get stuck or caught on something. The fabric swishes as you walk, and you make it to your bedroom again. You stand in front of the mirror, in awe of what you find reflected back at you. "Wow." You murmur, unable to believe how beautiful you are. In this gorgeous dress, your hair and makeup done just right, ready for your special day. You're like a fairytale come to life, ethereal and otherworldly. You never thought anyone could appear this way in real life, let alone yourself.

"You look like a princess, Y/N. Eddie's gonna keel over when he sees you." Robin says, putting her hand on your shoulder.

"I guarantee no one has ever looked as beautiful on their wedding day as you do." Nancy adds, smiling brightly in the reflection.

"Ditto." Erica beams.

"You three are the best bridesmaids anyone could ask for." You pull them toward you from the sides, joining in a group hug that avoids wrinkling your gown.

"Come on, girls! We need shoes on, purses accounted for, and bouquets ready!" Karen calls from the living room, taking charge since Claudia is a bit of a mess at the moment.

"Be right there!" You call back, giving one last look to your lovely maids. "Let's do this." You say confidently, letting them help you get back down the hallway.

Nancy grabs your sparkly white flats, holding them out for you to step into them. There's no way in hell you're wearing heels in this dress, you'll have quite a lot of dancing to do later at the reception. Your maids put on their blue pumps, and pick up their lush bouquets of white, blue, and black roses. Robin holds your bouquet as well, and Karen carries the bags. Mom helps you get outside and into the back of her car so you can spread out over the seat. Robin rides shotgun, while the others get into Karen's car. Your motherly volunteers drive you to the venue, the field of wildflowers where Eddie brought you on your one-month anniversary. It's large, secluded, and the most beautiful place you could think of in Hawkins.

Mom pulls up to the end of the long line of vehicles parked in the gravel road on the edge of the field. You can barely make out the rows of white wooden folding chairs, most of which are already occupied by your guests. Eddie's van obscures your view of the makeshift altar where Hopper and your groom are waiting. You've timed this all out just right, so that once you and the girls arrive and get into position, the ceremony can begin. Robin helps you out of the backseat, before taking her spot in line with Dustin behind the cars. Nancy and Jonathan are after them, followed by Steve and Erica. You're at the very back, with Mom standing beside you to give you away. Dustin sticks his arm out in view of Jeff who's positioned off to the side with an acoustic guitar, giving the thumbs up to get this started. He begins to play the traditional wedding march, and the first pair is off down the aisle.

"You ready, sugarpuff?" Mom asks quietly as the line moves forward.

"More ready than I've ever been before." You reply with a smile, your nerves making your bouquet tremble in your hands. As prepared as you are for this moment, your body can't seem to contain itself. But with your mother's comforting touch and few deep breaths, it quickly subsides. Nothing is going to ruin this day, not a chance in hell. It's almost your turn to go, and you watch Steve and Erica round the corner to make their way to the altar.

After a few moments, Jeff transitions into a new song for your bridal walk, "Songbird" by Fleetwood Mac. You wait a couple seconds before you come around to the far end of the aisle. You finally see Eddie, standing at the altar waiting for you. He looks so handsome, he could easily rival Bowie himself in his suit. The blue velvet jacket with exaggerated cuffed sleeves and cape that extends down to his ankles, embellished with hoards of golden thread and gem-like beads. The frilly white shirt underneath, not to mention the fitted pants and black leather boots. And his perfect espresso curls resting over his shoulders to top it all off. He's never been more beautiful.

The crowd of guests turns to look at you, a few audible gasps of wonder escaping them as the sun shining down upon you makes your gown shimmer. Eddie's expression once he sees you is absolutely priceless. His eyes blow wide, and his smile spreads from one ear to the other. He mouths a polite 'wow' at you, making you blush under his gaze. You're an absolute goddess in the summer sunshine, and he can't believe how lucky he is to be marrying you today. To have the honor to call you his wife. Mom leads you down the aisle, past the rows and rows of admiring faces. Your heart nearly leaps out of your chest once you reach the altar, and your mother hands you off to Eddie. She takes her seat, pulling a tissue from inside her sleeve to wipe her eyes. Robin takes your bouquet, and Eddie holds your hands as you stand before him, the two of you overcome with happiness.

"You look gorgeous, sweetheart." Eddie says quietly, struggling to blink his tears away.

"So do you, Eds." You reply cheerfully before the music stops.

"Welcome, loved ones. We are gathered here today to join Eddie and Y/N in marriage." Hopper says, glancing at the both of you as he speaks. "The lovely couple plans on keeping things short and sweet, so we'll get right into it with vows and exchanging of rings." Hopper looks at you first, and you share a cordial nod.

You look at Eddie now, squeezing his hands in yours. He squeezes back, gazing at you more lovingly than he ever has before. This moment reminds you of when the two of you could barely keep your eyes off each other at Nancy and Jonathan's wedding, except now...it's your turn. You take a deep breath, and open your mouth to tell this man just how much he means to you. With all your friends and family to bear witness to it. "Eddie, a little more than a year ago, you came crashing into my life when I least expected it. You turned my whole world upside-down in the best possible way. Before you showed up, I was closed off, afraid to open up and rely on anyone for fear of being let down. But you've shown me what it means to love and trust someone completely, no matter what challenges may come along. I'm ready to face those challenges with you for the rest of my life, because I know you're the only man for me." You speak clearly, despite the sting building behind your eyes. You turn to Robin, who hands you the silver band Eddie picked out. "So, with this ring, I take you as my husband. To have and to hold, in sickness and health, in good times and bad, until death parts us." You finish tearfully, sliding the ring onto his finger. A flood of emotion comes over you, an endless rush of tenderness and devotion filling your heart to the point of bursting.

"And now you, Eddie." Hopper says, and Eddie nods.

"Y/N, I've said it before, but I truly am the luckiest man in the entire world to have you in my life. You are an unbelievably amazing woman. You're smart, and beautiful, and you have the biggest goddamn heart I've ever seen. You took a chance on me, a massive nerd who was stuck in the past, holding onto things I should've let go of so much sooner. You've healed my wounds, held my hand, and showered me with more affection than I know what to do with. I can't wait to see what the future holds for us, sweetheart. Because as long as we're together, I know we'll be unstoppable." Eddie sniffles, struggling to not become a total mess. He's just so goddamn happy, he can't believe any of this is happening. Dustin hands him his mother's ring, and he holds it up to get ready to slide it onto your finger. He clears his throat so he can finish. "With this ring, I take you as my wife. To have and to hold, in sickness and health, in good times and bad, until death parts us." He manages to get the words out, sliding the ring onto your finger. It all feels so final, the both of you promising yourselves to one another, staking a claim on each other's hearts, bodies, and souls. You wouldn't have it any other way.

"Perfect. Now, by the power vested in me by the state of Indiana, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride!" Hopper says, prompting Eddie to pull you into him by your waist and lay the most heartfelt kiss imaginable on you. Your lips meet, and suddenly it's like fireworks are exploding inside your chests. Your hands meet his cheeks, keeping him close as time stops altogether. The crowd stands up, clapping and cheering as Jeff starts playing the exit song. You hear the click of the photographer's camera, savoring this moment before pulling away. Your wedding party makes their way back down the aisle, with you and Eddie walking hand in hand behind the others.

Once you're out of the way, the guests file out of their seats to drive over to the Hideaway for the reception. Your wedding party and immediate family members stay behind to take some photos in the field, while a couple volunteers gather the chairs and put them in the back of a truck bed to be returned to the party supply rental company. The photographer starts off with some group shots. You and Eddie in the middle, with bridesmaids and groomsmen at your sides, with Mom and Wayne on the ends. More beautiful snaps are taken of just the bridal party, as well as a few fun poses. Such as Eddie being held up by the bridesmaids, while you're lifted by the groomsmen, and a funny face shot. Next, you and your maids take a few pictures together, posing with your bouquets held in front of your stomachs. The guys take a turn afterwards, arms draped over one another's shoulders for a couple shots, others with hands clasped in front of them to appear more professional.

You take a few photos with Mom, and Eddie does the same with Wayne. Which leaves just the two of you once the group pictures are out of the way. These are the ones you've been most looking forward to, bringing your Labyrinth fantasy to life. Eddie stands behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist to hold you close. A few clicks of the camera in this pose, with encouraging words from the photographer, and you change positions. You face each other now, holding hands, kissing again, smiling brighter than the stars with every click of the shutter. Fun as it is to take pretty pictures together on your special day, it does feel like a lot after a while. And the afternoon heat is starting to get to you a little bit. Leave it to you two to get married in layered ballroom attire during June in Indiana.

"Just a few more, you two have been doing great." The photographer says, noticing your growing discomfort with the rising temperature. You both nod, still having a blast despite needing to get indoors soon. He takes a few more, and calls it good. "All set. I'll be at the Hideaway to get the first dance and cake cutting."

"Thanks." Eddie says, and the man packs up his equipment and heads to the reception. "We did it, princess." Eddie coos to you, leaning over to kiss your temple.

"We sure did, Eds. I'm your wife now." You reply with an airy giggle, absolutely giddy.

"Mhm, and I'm your husband. Fuck, I love the sound of that." He chuckles, raising your joined left hands up to admire your rings. Your lifelong promise to one another. "I love you so much, babydoll. I'm the luckiest man in the entire world, I swear to god." He says earnestly, putting his chin on your shoulder, holding you as close to him as he can with your hoop skirt in the way.

"I love you, too, Eddie. And I'm an even luckier woman." You sigh blissfully.

"You two look amazing, those photos are gonna turn out so good." Chrissy compliments, having hung back waiting for Steve to finish taking pictures.

"Thanks, Chris." Eddie replies, giving you a kiss on your neck. He can't seem to keep his hands or lips off of you, especially with how long he's gone without having you squirming in ecstasy underneath him. He's definitely going to find a way to get you alone at the reception, to have you in some capacity. Your skirt could present a few challenges, that's for sure. He'll have to think hard about it, formulate the best plan of attack, so to speak.

"I can't believe my best friend and my sister got married! I'm so happy for you guys!" Dustin says excitedly, capturing you both in a hasty hug.

"Hey, I thought I was your best friend!" Steve interjects, crossing his arms in offense.

"You can have more than one best friend, Steve." Dustin sighs, rolling his eyes at the obvious jealousy.

"Well said, Dustin. Besides, I thought we were best friends too, Stevie." Robin chimes in.

"Alright, alright. Anyway, congrats." Steve concedes to their reasoning. "Should we head over?" He asks, ready to loosen his necktie and get his party on.

"Yes, please. I'm starting to sweat my makeup off." You nod, more than happy to get somewhere with air conditioning.

"You heard my wife, it's time to get out of here!" Eddie announces, before scooping you up into his arms. You squeal in surprise, wrapping your arms around his neck to hang on. "Your chariot awaits, milady." He coos to you goofily, finding himself in a very playful mood.

"Splendid! Do take me to it, good sir." You mirror his energy, giggling at how silly you sound with the put-on voices.

"Couple'a nerds." Erica scoffs, shaking her head.

"We'll see you guys over there. And no detours, please? We've got a schedule to keep." Nancy gives a friendly warning, knowing full well what happens when you two go all googly eyed and silly like this. The others chuckle, sharing in that knowledge.

"We wouldn't dream of disappointing you, Wheeler. We may just get there faster than you." Eddie sasses, backing away in the direction of the van. "See ya in a bit." He says, fully turning away so he can see where he's going. The gravel lot is pretty much empty now, save for the van, Mom's car, and Wayne's truck. Eddie carries you over to the passenger side, carefully setting you down to open your door for you. "Do you need help climbing in?" He asks, realizing now that you may not fit with this massive skirt on.

"I think I have to ride in the back, Eds." You giggle as you come to the same realization as him.

"You got it, angel." He closes the door and picks you up again, even though it's only a few feet. He pulls the back doors open with one hand, and sets you inside. you're about to scoot back, but he stops you. "Hold on, don't want your dress to get caught." He says, climbing in with you and lifting the ends of your skirt so you can slide back without ripping anything. "There ya go." He crouches down to plant a quick kiss on your lips. "I'd better haul ass before they accuse us of getting distracted. Although, it's not too bad an idea..." He floats the notion by you with a mischievous look, hoping you'll bite as he gives you a much deeper kiss this time.

"We have to be there on time, Eds." You say breathlessly once he pulls away, his deep brown eyes boring into yours.

"I know. It's just been so long...I want you so bad, baby." Eddie whines, his lips brushing against yours in search of more attention. You pull back, much to his disappointment. But you cup his cheek to keep his gaze from leaving you.

"I want you too, love. It's just a couple more hours." You pause, stealing his cunning grin for yourself. "After that, we get to go home, and stay there for an entire week." You speak in a low purr, effectively reining him in for the time being.

"A couple more hours." He repeats your words, nodding in acceptance. He can control himself at least a little while longer. Besides, he'd hate to mess up your hair and makeup before all the pictures are taken. Claudia will surely kill him if you show up completely disheveled. "Alright, let's hit the road then." Eddie gets on his feet, pulling the back doors closed and climbing into the front seat to start the engine. He hates having to leave you back there all by yourself, but there isn't exactly much choice. He turns the key, and drives you to the Hideaway.

"Thanks, baby." You kiss Eddie's cheek after he helps you out of the van in the bar's parking lot. You can hear the band playing one of their warm-up songs inside, and you see your guests through the windows, drinking and conversing with happy smiles on their faces. "Let's get inside, everyone's waiting." You take hold of his hand, and the two of you walk inside to enjoy your party.

"Ladies and Gentleman, Mr. and Mrs. Munson!" Jeff announces into the mic as you come into view. The song the band's playing immediately dies, and whoops and cheers break out from the tables and booths bordering the room. Jeff and the others are positioned at the far wall, a lunch buffet getting set up on the adjacent side. A large space in the middle of the bar is left open as the dance floor, waiting for the two of you. "Now that the lovely couple has arrived, I'd say it's time for their first dance." He says once the noise dies down, looking to you for the go-ahead. You and Eddie nod at him, and he gives a signal to the guys to start playing the song you've chosen for this special moment. "As The World Falls Down", naturally.

The band begins to play, Jeff starting with the twinkly notes on his keyboard, Gareth lightly tapping the cymbal, and Alex strumming low chords on his guitar. Eddie gently takes you by the hand to bring you to the dance floor. He stops you both in the very center, his hand going for your waist while the other holds yours up in a traditional waltz position. Your free hand rests on his shoulder, and you share a loving look. "Ready?" Eddie asks, his expression split between confidence and anxiety. You've practiced this dance quite a few times at home, but there's always a chance of developing two left feet.

"Yes, my love." You reply, feeling the exact same way he does. You know you can do this, no matter how scary it is to do such a thing in front of everyone you know. It's romantic, and magical. Eddie nods, and leads you to begin the dance.

"There's such a sad love, deep in your eyes. A kind of pale jewel, opened and closed, within your eyes. I'll place the sky, within your eyes. There's such a fooled heart, beatin' so fast. In search of new dreams, a love that will last, within your heart. I'll place the moon, within your heart." Jeff croons into the microphone, the words flowing from his lips smooth as silk. Eddie guides you across the floor flawlessly, letting the lyrics guide him, his eyes unable to leave yours. It's like he's the one singing to you, and you back to him. "As the pain sweeps through, makes no sense for you. Every thrill is gone, wasn't too much fun at all. But I'll be there for you, as the world falls down." Jeff vocalizes the undying adoration and devotion you have for one another, the things you've been through together, and the lengths you'll go to love and support one another for all eternity. Everything about this moment is absolutely perfect, you now have everything you've ever wanted. Together.

"I'll paint you mornings of gold, I'll spin you Valentine evenings. Though we're strangers 'til now, we're choosing a path between the stars. I'll leave my love between the stars." Eddie lets go of your waist, spinning you around before reeling you back in again. His expression is far more intense once you return to him, bearing his entire soul as your bodies move in sync with one another. It's like the entire universe falls away, just leaving the two of you floating about in space. "As the pain sweeps through, makes no sense for you. Every thrill is gone, wasn't too much fun at all. But I'll be there for you, as the world falls down." The song gradually comes to a close, with Eddie pulling you in for a hungry kiss as your guests clap for you. The photographer gets a shot of you with lips still firmly locked, and you're sure he got a few of you during your dance. Though the connection between you and Eddie seems to have tuned that all out.

Eddie pulls away after a good minute, needing to breathe. "That was amazing, sweetheart. Even better than when we practiced." He says, very proud of himself for not stepping on your dress or tripping over his own feet.

"I'll say, I really thought I was gonna fall on my face." You reply with a giggle, drawing a light laugh from him as well.

"Alright, everyone, settle down." Jeff speaks again, gaining the attention of the room. "Now, the bride and groom have decided to do something a little different with the traditional father-daughter and mother-son dances. Given their unique circumstances, they've decided to invite Wayne to dance with Y/N, and Claudia to dance with Eddie at the same time. They said it's the perfect way to truly bring their two families together." And with that, he picks up his guitar and Alex switches to his bass to kick into the intro of "Sweet Child O' Mine" by Guns n' Roses. Mom and Wayne join you on the dance floor, having rehearsed this with you both. Wayne takes you to one side, and Mom takes Eddie to the other. You can't help feeling a little sad to let him go for even a second. But you're also extremely glad to share a special moment with Wayne, as he's been a true father figure in your life, as well as Eddie's. He's welcomed you with open arms into his home, his family, and embraced your relationship with his nephew every step of the way.

"You look beautiful, darlin'. I've never seen anyone be so gorgeous before." Wayne compliments you as you get ready to dance together.

"Thanks, Wayne. You look nice, too." You reply, referring to his formal attire. It's a good fit on him, simple and clean.

"Oh, this ol' thing? It's nothin' special." He chuckles, his hand meeting your waist in a far more platonic way than Eddie's did. You start to move to the music, a more fast-paced dance than before. "I'm really happy for you both. The way you look at each other, that's true love if I've ever seen it. Somethin' you only get once in a lifetime." Wayne sniffs harshly, reminded of his own true love that he lost so long ago. But to see his nephew get to have what he tragically missed out on, it certainly helps the loss and regret hurt a little less.

The four of you continue to dance together, laughing and smiling as you step and spin and move across the floor. Your pairings are a bit clumsy this time, despite your attempts at practicing. But it's all in good fun, and a wonderful bonding experience for you all. You all converge in the middle when the band draws the song to a close, taking one another's hands to hold in a small circle. More cheers and snaps of cameras ring out in the bar, and the 'hard part' is finally over. All you have to do now is eat, mingle, and have a good time. Wayne and Mom take their seats at their table with Angie and your step-siblings, while you and Eddie join the bridal party at a longer table at the head of the room.

"Ugh, it feels so good to sit down for once." You sigh as your ass meets the folding chair.

"I bet. You two had some fancy footwork out there." Steve says.

"You're damn right, Harrington. Y/N and I worked our asses off on that." Eddie replies, his shoulder nudges yours as he leans over in his seat. His lips brush against your ear, sending a chill down your spine when he purrs three simple words to you. "Bathroom. Fifteen minutes." He gives your earlobe a subtle lick, pulling back to avoid raising suspicion of your plan.

You just nod, trying to tame the flare of heat that's now caught between your thighs. You aren't sure what all you can get away with once you do manage to sneak off, and you'd hate to get caught screwing by one of your unwitting family members. But the thrill of the idea quickly overrules any potential embarrassment, leaving you aching for the time to pass a bit faster. In the meantime, many guests come up to your table to congratulate you. Friends, relatives you haven't seen in years, people from Mom's work, even Murray Bauman and Mr. Clark. You happen to notice a large pile of gifts in the corner of the bar, and you can't help wondering how the hell you're going to fit whatever it all is in your small apartment. You hadn't registered for much, just a few basics that Mom insisted upon. Anything else was left up to the guests, so you truly don't know what ninety percent of the presents are.

You manage to get away from the onslaught of well wishes, excusing yourself for a 'bathroom break' when the time comes. No one suspects you at all as you leave the table, aware that you being in such a large gown makes it difficult to make trips to the restroom unless absolutely necessary. You sneak past the scattered gatherings of people, eventually reaching your destination. You're sure Eddie isn't too far behind you, but it's probably best to stagger your departures so no one gets wise on you. You push through the swinging door to the women's room, waiting in anticipation for your husband to come through the door after you. The door swings open again, sending your heart racing as you expect him to be on you in seconds. You're disappointed to see that it's a random wedding guest instead, making your cheeks burn red. She nods at you, going into one of the stalls to do her business. You tap your foot on the floor anxiously, hoping she finishes and gets the hell out before Eddie tries to come in. You'll be busted for sure if she sees him. Thankfully, the woman doesn't stay long, washing her hands and leaving you alone once again.

Almost instantly, the door swings open again, with the love of your life coming into plain view this time. He quickly pushes the door shut, and turns the latch lock to keep anyone from interrupting you. "Sorry, I saw that lady come in so I had to wait up a second." Eddie explains, rushing over to you to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth with ease, his hands gripping your waist roughly. He presses you into the wall, caging you in.

"What's the plan, Eds?" You ask breathlessly, willing to take anything he can give you. You need him so badly, somewhere, anywhere.

"I thought about it, and I just一 I gotta taste you, babydoll." Eddie whines in exasperation, desperate to have your release on his craving tongue.

"Please, yes, I want you so bad." You beg between kisses, resisting the urge to tangle your fingers in his hair.

"You got it, sweetheart." He pants, scrambling to his knees. "Lift up your dress." He says, and you pull the thick fabric up in your hands, angling the hoop skirt to allow him underneath it. It's a bit hard to hang onto, however, so you end up cloaking him in a cage of darkness as you're forced to let go of the sturdy wire. "Shit, it's dark under here." Eddie comments, somewhat muffled through the layers.

"Sorry, it's hard to get a good grip." You reply, about to abandon this idea altogether.

"S'alright. I think I can find my way around." He chuckles, his large hands immediately locating your bare thighs. His warm flesh on yours feels heavenly, filling you with excitement. His hands travel upwards, looping his fingers through the waistband of your lace panties. "Are these new?" He asks curiously, feeling the crisp, fresh fabric under his fingertips.

"Yeah. I got a special set for today. All white." You answer, breath hitching as he pulls them down to your ankles. You would step out of them, if it wouldn't be virtually impossible to get them back on.

"Fuck, wish I could see them." Eddie groans, picturing you back home on your shared bed in the clean white lace. Legs wide open, hair splayed out on the pillows, looking like a goddamn angel on the bedspread. White is universally known as the color of purity, virginity. Now, you're far from a virgin, he knows that better than anyone. But the idea of you appearing in such an innocent way, just for him to dirty you up...it's damn near torturous for him to think about.

"So do I, love." You reply, anxious for him to actually touch you. He reaches around to squeeze your ass, massaging the supple flesh. His head comes forward, his plush lips kissing your inner thighs. He gently nips you with his teeth, winding you up. "Eddie..." You moan, hands grasping at the radiator in the wall that you're leaning against. You wish you could see what he's doing under there, but you can pretty much recreate it inside your head with crystal clear picture. His eyes blissfully closed, fingers digging deep in your ass cheeks. His lips, teeth, and tongue working on you with tamed ferocity. And he hasn't even touched your dripping cunt yet.

"God, I can smell you, angel. You must be soaked already, so needy for me." Eddie murmurs as his mouth moves closer to where you want him, teeth biting down on the seam of your thigh. He carefully lifts your legs one after another to rest on his shoulders, spreading you open completely. He can feel the heat radiating from your pussy, like a second mouth breathing in his face. "Christ." He wets his lips, leaning in blindly to explore your folds.

"Fuck!" You gasp as his tongue finally swipes over your clit. He swirls around it a few times, occasionally sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth. You moan loudly as he works, the delightful pressure building higher in your stomach with every passing second. Eddie roughly bites into your thigh again, making you yelp.

"Gotta quiet down, baby. Unless you want to get caught." He warns, though it sounds more like a challenge. He brings a hand between your thighs, his fingers finding you've only grown wetter at his words. "Mmm, you'd like that, wouldn't you..." He purrs, sucking on your clit again as his fingers continue to stroke your entrance. "Answer me." He growls, swatting your thigh.

"Y-Yes!" You stutter, getting more turned on by the second. Your eyes nearly roll out of your skull when his middle finger pushes inside of you, and you have to bite down on your lip to keep the noise down. A stunted grunt escapes you, giving him some indication that you're struggling to keep yourself together.

"You'd just love it...if someone walked past that door...heard you moaning for me...screaming my name..." He taunts during the breaks in his intense licking and slurping, making a mess of his cheeks and chin with your sweet juices. He adds his ring finger to join the other one inside your pussy, curling them at an agonizingly slow pace.

"Yes, Eds. Want everyone to know一 fuck, what you do to me, how you eat my pussy so well." You whimper as Eddie picks up the pace, pumping his fingers quicker inside your cunt, rapidly swishing his tongue on and around your bundle of nerves. He's building you up fast, you don't have a lot of time. You're surprised no one's come knocking on the door yet.

"And here I thought getting married would make you less of a slut." He chuckles darkly, pressing his face deeper between your legs.

"Fuck, baby. You feel so good, don't stop." You plead as your back arches away from the wall, his firm shoulders the only thing keeping you from falling onto the floor.

"Wouldn't dream of it, sweetheart. I need this just as much as you do." Eddie replies, his tight pants almost strangling his cock as he goes down on you like a man starved. Your muted whimpers, and the trickle of your arousal flowing into his mouth is driving him insane. He fumbles to pull his dick out over the hem of his pants, gripping it in his free hand. He groans into your cunt, stroking his length while pointing the leaking tip towards the floor.

"I'm getting close, Eds. Keep going, I need you to make me cum." You whine, rolling your hips into his face. You're both completely blind to what the other is doing, only able to make out what's happening through touch, taste, and sound. You can hear the unmistakable slapping sound of Eddie jerking himself off, the panting exhales through his nose rushing against your puffy lips. You'll never get over how much pleasure he takes in giving you head, how he can barely control himself when he sees (or in this case, smells) your arousal.

As for Eddie, all he can do is continue licking and sucking, trying so hard to send you toppling over the edge. It may be pitch black in his position underneath your dress, and growing increasingly hotter by the second. But, he's had your pussy mapped out inside his head for a long time, he'd know it better than the back of his own hand. Muscle memory guides him through the darkness, and he picks up the pace with his mouth and hands, making very wet noises beneath your skirt. Your walls begin to pulsate around his fingers, a warning that you're nearly there. Eddie's close behind, practically yanking his cock now as he wants to cum with you.

"Oh, god...fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum. I…" You babble helplessly as your orgasm threatens to take hold. "Oh, oh, I-I'm gonna...FU一" You clamp a hand over your mouth to cover the scream tearing itself from your lungs and sprinting up your throat. Your thighs tremble violently as your high crashes into you, insides clamping around Eddie's fingers. He swallows the musky release that spills from you, stomach tensing at the taste, hips bucking against his hollowed fist as thick blots of white spurt out onto the tile below. He grunts into your cunt as you ride the wave of ecstasy together, waiting for you to stop convulsing before he even tries to pull away for air. "Mm." You whimper when Eddie eventually pulls his fingers out of you, sweat beading on your forehead and under your arms as you return to reality.

"I'm gonna put you down now, angel. You okay to stand?" He asks, licking the taste of you from his lips and wiping the rest away with his hand. He puts his cock away with the other hand, having managed to spill his entire load on the floor as opposed to all over himself.

"Yeah." You pant, bracing yourself on the wall. He maneuvers your feet to sit flat on the tiles, and slides your panties back up over your thighs. You lift up your skirt to let him out, and he blinks at the sudden presence of light.

"Jesus, that's bright." He hisses, squinting a few times to adjust his vision. You're about to let your skirt back down, when he stops you. "Lemme clean up the mess first, love. I'd hate to get cum on your pretty dress." He says softly, retrieving some paper towels. He kneels down, wiping up his spend. He tosses the soiled towels away, and helps you smooth down your dress. Eddie washes his face up at the sink, not wanting some old fart to realize he smells like your pussy.

"Y/N? Are you in there? They're serving lunch now. Why's this door locked? Is Eddie in there with you?" You hear Mom's voice on the other side of the door, her knuckles rapping on the wood.

"Yeah, be right there." You reply without thinking, earning a fearful look from Eddie. "I got this." You whisper to reassure him, cooking up a feasible lie in your head as you unlock the door. "Hey, Mom." You open the door, letting her in.

"What the hell are you two getting up to in here? People need to use the bathroom." Mom scolds you and crosses her arms, expecting an explanation.

"I know, I'm sorry. But I wasn't feeling so good, so I came in here for a breather. Eddie came to check on me, that's all." You explain, and she raises an eyebrow at you.

"Hmm..." She looks you over closely, unsure she believes you. She finds you have a couple hairs out of place, flushed cheeks, and a light sheen of sweat on your skin. It would appear that your anxiety got to you after all, and all you needed was your loving husband to assist you in private. Her serious expression melts into concern, and she comes over to give you a tight hug. "I'm sorry, sugarpuff. I should've known you'd get a little overwhelmed. Weddings may be fun, but they're also stressful." She chuckles sympathetically, pulling back. "I'm just glad you have such a lovely young man to be there for you. I'll tell them to wait a minute before we start lunch, okay? Freshen up, and I'll see you two back out there." She smiles, heading for the door again.

"Thanks, Mom. We'll be right out." You mentally cheer that she’s bought that shit hook, line, and sinker. It sometimes pays to have vomit-inducing anxiety, you suppose. You let out a sigh of relief once she leaves the bathroom, looking at Eddie.

"Quick thinking there, sweetheart. I was sure we were toast." Eddie laughs, impressed at your little fib.

"I'm surprised she bought it. Thank fuck she did." You giggle, unable to believe you actually got away with it. "Let's get back out there, Eds. I'm starving." Your stomach rumbles in agreement.

"So am I, babydoll." He takes your hands in his for a moment, giving you a small kiss of appreciation. "I love you, Y/N. I'm so happy to be with you." He says softly, gazing deep into your eyes.

"I'm happy to be with you, too. I love you so much, Eds." You reply just as quietly, sharing this private moment with him for just a few seconds longer. There's a huge party waiting for you right outside that door, and you aren't in a rush to get back to it just yet. You pull Eddie in for a more passionate kiss, stealing one last taste before you have to leave the restroom.

"Let's get back to our party, princess." He leads you by the hand once your mouths part ways, the loud music and bustling bodies no longer muffled by the heavy wooden door.

You return to your table, and Jeff starts calling groups to go through the buffet to get some food. You and Eddie go first, naturally, as well as the bridal party. You load up your plate with all manner of handheld sandwiches and crudité, taking your seat once again to get some food in you. One by one, each table gets their own healthy helping of the catered spread, some even going back for seconds once everyone has been served. Once lunch concludes, you and Eddie participate in the traditional cake cutting. You keep the moment simple and sweet, and he resists the urge to smudge a bit of icing onto your nose. The rest of the afternoon is filled with endless drinking and dancing. You even manage to get the entire room onto the dancefloor to do a not-so-coordinated rendition of "Thriller", MTV dance moves and all. This entire day has been a total blast, easily the best day of your lives. A powerful surge of love and joy fills the bar every second you're inside, strong enough to blind the slowly setting sun.

To be continued…

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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.”