#jareth x GN!reader

[cloversnstrawberries]

"nestling" platonic!yandere!jareth & teen!gn!reader [oneshot] ! !

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description; Beth couldn't have known any better-- she's a kid, it wasn't her fault she wished her older brother to the Goblin King, because as far as she knew, it was just a story. As far as you'd known, it was a story-- come to find out, it very much is not, and you're scrambling to try and take her place and run the Labyrinth to get little Richie back safe and sound.

Unbeknownst to you, you've fallen right into the Goblin King's trap. Hook, line, and sinker.

additional notes; hello yes.. i'm back... been having a bit of mental health trouble lately, so why not write for one of my comfort movies :] PLEEEAAASE request jareth i love this devious fae man and there is a sore lack of platonic jareth & reader...

*jareth refers to reader as 'nestling' in a few spots, because owl. haha. compared to him you probably are actually considered a baby. like a newborn. dudes OLD by human standards. also reader is a babysitter and babysitting beth & richie. i didn't know where else to mention this.

warnings; possessive behavior, jareth being cryptic, jareth is non-human therefore does not abide by human culture/morals nor understand it fully, terror, slight horror (the goblins...), kidnapping, talks of transformation presumably against reader's will (human -> fae), panic, and i cannot for the life of me remember anything else :( please let me know if I forgot something major!!

w/c; 3.7k

She didn't mean it, that much you know.

For God's sake, she couldn't have meant it-- she's four! She just entered kindergarten, can hardly remember the ABC's. If anything, it's your fault this happened in the first place. Even tangentially so, you're still willing to take full responsibility.

It was a storybook, that's all you thought it was. Something about it drew you in, into that quaint little antique shop and right to the book section of it. Instinctively, like you were in a trance-- your eyes scanned the shelf, immediately landing on a book with a plain, textless red spine.

Once it was in your hands, it was like the owner came out of nowhere. The way her hands shook should've set you off, as she told you, in no uncertain terms-- "Hah-- I didn't think we had that anymore. It's been here for years."

Then, she'd patted you on the back, and said she could tell you really wanted it. She gave it to you for free-- but something about her demeanor told you there was a far less benevolent intention lying beneath the act of kindness.

The ways her eyes shifted from the book, to you, then to the book-- she threw a glance to the wall behind her, and as you followed her eyes, you saw her looking at an old cuckoo clock hanging on the wall.

It must've been some kind of movie prop or novelty item, because-- while you weren't very good at roman numerals, which it was numbered in for some godforsaken reason; you could still count the number of markers-- of which, there were 13.

Her panic was almost palpable, as she all but shoved you out of the shop-- saying that she forgot to do something important, closing the door right behind you and switching the sign from 'open' to 'closed'.

And as you stood on the sidewalk outside of the little shop, you don't know how you didn't question it further. A part of you wanted to believed you dreamt it-- but the book bound in red textile, embossed with bright gold letters and a black border that made up its front cover, said otherwise.

For a while, it just sat on your desk. The next weekend, you popped by the shop again-- the woman was working, and she apologized for how she acted. She didn't explain herself, though.

Maybe the strange cuckoo-clock had been sold, and in its stead was a near-identical looking one, but this one only had 12 markers. Or maybe you'd imagined that part, so flustered that your eyes did a goof.

A few months after-- you finally picked the book up, the weirdness and anxiety surrounding the way it came into your possession had mostly worn off, and you found yourself enjoying the story.

Enjoying it so much, that you took it with you as you babysat the Hamilton kids, Beth and Richie. 4 and 5 1/2 years old, respectively-- they were good kids, but they were still kids.

Still got into silly fights, and this one had been over who got to choose the movie you said you'd watch with them tonight. Beth wanted to watch ET, while Richie wanted to watch the Carebears movie.

They wouldn't listen you, wouldn't compromise-- you tried saying you'd watch both films tonight, but then they started arguing on which movie would be first. Both said they'd fall asleep before the second one would start-- which, you'll give some props for admitting that, but it still caused problems.

You tried a few more alternatives, until Beth got fed-up, shoved Richie, and shrieked "I wish the Goblin King would come and take you away," as she stormed up the stairs, and when she got to the top-- her face red and scrunched, as she finished with

"Right now, Richie!"

The whole thing lasted maybe a minute at most, and you'd stayed glued to the couch for the duration of it. A strange, sinking sort of... fear, settled in your gut.

Anything said by a 4 year old should not have that amount of finality, shouldn't have been enough to make the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

It was a story, but that didn't make you any less afraid. Maybe it's because it's dark out, and the Hamilton's live just on the cusp of the town-- it was a good 5 minute walk to the nearest neighbor-- that set your teeth on edge,

Whatever it was that spooked you so bad, it made you stand. For a moment, you just stood there, looking between the stairs and Richie, who was standing still. The little shove Beth gave him wasn't enough to send him toppling,

But he had this... vacant sort of look about him, and he didn't answer you when you asked if he was okay. Torn between two options, something prickled in the back of your mind. That you shouldn't be here right now, shouldn't be near Richie--

"I'm... gonna go check on your sister, you stay right here, okay?" You kept your eyes on him, not moving an inch-- hoping for a response. Whether it'd be an 'okay' or a 'stay here' was fine by you,

But you didn't get that. He didn't say anything, didn't move at all. His face looked pallid, and a thin sheen of sweat covered his face-- even though he'd just been complaining about how cold he was.

"Ooookaaay..." You drawled, concern lacing through your tone as you tore yourself away from the strange sight, heading up the stairs-- you heard a window open, halfway through the trek.

Beth screamed, and you know damn well she couldn't have opened that window on her own. It sounded like it came from her bedroom, and the only window there was your standard up-and-down sliding sort of window,

The lock was on, and even if it wasn't, there wasn't nearly enough muscle on her little frame to exert the force necessary to open that window.

It sent you into a panic, tearing up the rest of the stairs and down the hall-- screaming her name, you put your foot down on top of a stuffed toy you could've sworn had been downstairs.

You heard shuffling, manic little giggles around you. Paying no mind to that, you picked yourself off the ground and hurdled toward the room. The door was open, but it was the kind that swung out.

The hallway felt narrower than usual, like the house itself was trying to choke you out. A feeling of wrongness invading every sense of yours-- little hands grasped at your ankles, pulling at the ends of your sleep-pants, little sharp nails digging into the flesh of your leg as the panic reached a fever pitch--

"You aren't supposed to be here," One raspy voice said, barely a whisper. Another one, distinctly different, expressed a similar sentiment "This doesn't involve you, go away."

Upon reaching the door, it slammed shut. Right before that, you heard a voice that was so achingly familiar, yet so new. Like you'd heard in a dream or something--

A click of the tongue, almost sounding chastising-- a woosh of air, and the door had slammed closed. In your panic, you looked down-- there were.. were little creatures surrounding you, and terror made your throat close.

Lifting up one leg, you shook one off-- tried doing the same to the other leg, only to find that the one on there was adamant on hanging on. Its terrible little fingernails shredded at your sleep pants, leaving you no choice but to grab it by the scruff and toss it down the hall.

"Beth!" You screamed, looking back down the hall-- it was distorted now, like something out of your nightmares. Beth's room was getting further and further away, and you ran to it, only for the goblins-- and yes, you're quite sure they were goblins-- to grasp at you again, slowing you down.

Despite the perceived distance, you could still hear a male voice, wispy and otherworldly-- clear as day, through the door, as he said "Persistent little thing, aren't you?"

And-- and you don't know how to explain it, but in an instant you knew it was the Goblin King. That was the only... logical explanation, though this situation was anything but logical. If you went to a trusted adult about this, you'd probably get set up for a psych evaluation ASAP.

Chest heaving, no other option-- you scrambled your brain for any way out of this. The door was getting further away, and you felt your legs give and your knees bash into the unforgiving, hardwood floor,

"Please! Please, Please just-- Please! I'll do anything, just-- I-- uh, Jareth! Jareth, you have to-- uh, just stop for a sec--!" He was a fae, right? The Goblin King-- how much the rules you'd read about in other fantasy stories applied to him, you have no idea; but whatever it was, your desperate plea seemed to catch his fancy.

In an instant, you felt a million times lighter. No more scratching, clawing hands at your ankles, no more rasping, childish taunts; the hallway was normal again, and you sat back on your haunches-- the door to Beth's room was wide open, and you sat right in the doorway.

Inside was a crying Beth, and oh, how badly you wished to reach your hand out and comfort her-- but now wasn't the time. Not as your gaze trailed up, taking in the extravagant, otherworldly detail of the man's outfit.

You could've sworn that the whole place was doused in glitter, and maybe some of it got in your eye or something-- eyes watering, blinking rapidly. Or maybe you were about to cry right alongside Beth,

Knowing full-well what it meant for the Goblin King to be here, suddenly it clicked why Richie hadn't responded to you. Why he looked so far away, like he was in a trance.

His smile was sharp, but not cruel-- teasing, not mocking. Like he was endeared to you, as the heels of his fancy, knee-high boots clicked against the wood of Beth's room. Getting closer to you, slowly-- like he was approaching a spooked cat.

"So you're the one that found my story, hm? Odd, that you weren't the one to wish the little boy away." He made no comment on any debt you may owe him for saying please, or any debt he may owe you for knowing his true name.

It was all too quick, one moment he was near the window on the far side of the room-- and the next, he stood right before you, head tilted like an inquisitive bird.

An inquisitive owl, which, if memory serves you right-- the story said he could transform into at will. His smile widened to a lopsided grin, as he addressed you with far too much amusement given the current situation. "Well? Are you going to sit there all day, or will you stand and let me have a look at you?"

Scrambling up, you nearly pitched right into him. He wasn't tall per-se, but his presence was suffocating nonetheless. In a last-minute save, you stumbled back.

The wind was knocking right out of your lungs-- what little you had, as you held your breath in an attempt not to hyperventilate so hard you pass out-- as your back collided with the wall beside you.

The lightswitch dug right into your spine, but you paid it no mind. More pressing matters, and all-- the more pressing matters being how the Goblin King reached out, and you expected him to roughly grab your jaw and flip your head around, have a look at you, he'd said.

instead, it landed innocently on the top of your head. Shaking like a leaf, you look at him with wide, confused eyes. He still had his head tilted, smile gone-- overtaken by a thoughtful sort of expression.

You said nothing, despite the millions of questions running through your head at the moment. Let him mull over whatever he had in his head--

Of course, when he opened his mouth to speak, is when you decided it was a fantastic time to speak. A stupid decision, to cut him off-- that's definitely rude, isn't it? Fae don't like rude people.

"If-- I wanna run. For Ric-- for, uh, the little boy." You caught yourself, not knowing how far the 'names have power' thing went with the Goblin King in particular.

It left you absolutely shocked and bewildered, when in lieu of a stinging reprimand or maybe a clipped scold about cutting in-- the Goblin King simply smiled again. Taking no issue with your (albeit accidental, but still) rudeness.

Straightening his neck, he replied with "Ah, little Richie?" The Fae seemed to take immense pleasure in the way you went stock-still at that little revelation. You settled for a simple nod, throat closing up so bad that you doubt you could speak coherently by then.

The Goblin King hummed, pretending to think it over-- and with an overly cheerful tone and demeanor, he pulled his hand from your head, cryptically proclaiming "That won't be necessary, nestling."

You took a double take at the... term of endearment(?), but did your best to brush past it. You looked at Beth, who was shaking just as bad as you-- no, worse. You want to pull her into a tight hug and tell her it wasn't her fault, that she couldn't have known.

"Wha-- She's four, man!" You don't know what got into you, fear turning to foolish boldness in an instant. Goblin King straightened his posture a bit, a bit of surprise painting his features. "You-- You can't make her run the Labyrinth, she'll die!"

Placing a hand over his heart-- or where it'd be on a human, you're not very educated on Fae anatomy after all-- in a dramatic show of faux-offense, he acted like you'd offended him.

Like he had any right to be offended, if that was actually the case.

"Is that what you think of me?" Narrowing your eyes, squaring your shoulders as you grasped desperately at the last shreds of your sudden, unexplainable bravery; you silently questioned him.

He dropped his hand with a little smile, and looked over at Beth-- she squeaked, and you twitched. A knee-jerk reaction, to take one step forward, maybe to try and stop the Goblin King if he tried anything.

If he noticed it, he didn't say anything about it. Still looking at Beth, he sighed, voice eerie in a way you couldn't figure out as he said "That was never the plan, making her run my Labyrinth. I don't make a point of answering these sorts of calls, most times. Children don't have developed enough brains to realize what they're really doing."

"...Oh." Your mouth went bone dry, arms hanging limply by your side. Fingers clenching and unclenching, not knowing what to do with yourself. "You say that like it's a surprise, that I'm not cruel." Slowly, ever so slowly, he turned to face you.

You couldn't have predicted how he'd look at you next. Angry? Maybe, or perhaps frustrated-- a sly sort of amusement, a smirk on his face. But that look on his face isn't any of those,

He looks sad. Wholly, and humanly sad, at the idea that you think a non-human would have such sound morals when it comes to this topic. But that didn't make sense, what...

"Then why are you here?" Like a switch got flipped, any and all traces of sadness was off of his face. Replaced a frightening sort of glee. It made your skin crawl, the way he looked so human, but there was something so... wrong with it. A baser part of your brain screaming at you to not trust him, that he wasn't human, no matter how similar he appears.

He made a non-committal swing of his hand, like he was trying to grasp at the air for a response-- "Why else? I've grown lonely in my immortality, and find myself needing an heir."

Oh no.

Oh hell no.

Like a Phoenix, the dying embers of your seemingly short-lived bravery have come back full force-- burning hot as you took a few daring steps forward, then a few more,

Until you were right in front of the Goblin King, right within grabbing distance. You could sock him in the stomach, if you didn't know any better-- instead, you jabbed your finger in his face, nose scrunched with anger.

"You are not taking Richie to be your heir! You must have hundreds of kids wished away every year--" He raised an eyebrow, making you sputter for a moment before regaining your footing-- "okay, fine-- maybe, maybe not hundreds, but you're probably not at a lost for them--" His eyebrow went down, as he patiently waited for you to end your tirade.

"But out of all of them, you are not taking Richie-- or Beth, not on my watch-- if you try, i'll go right to the kitchen, grab the salt shaker, and smash it against your head!"

So many little slips, if the other folklore was true/included the Goblin King, you're well and truly done for, in every measure of the sentiment.

Instead of being angry at your outburst, he just laughs. He laughs, and he laughs, and he laughs-- your face goes hot with embarrassment, with frustration, as you resist the urge to shake him.

"Stop laughing--!" You're so busy with him, that you don't realize the floor begins to give out from beneath you. How the hardwood floor is changing to multi-colored, uneven stone, how you can't hear Beth's little sniffles, and don't bother to notice the change in lighting until it was too late.

Once he stops laughing, is when you realize it. Taking a step back, your foot catches on the edge of a particularly high-set stone in the floor, sending you toppling over and right onto your butt.

The Goblin King was gone from your sight-- and before you could panic, you felt hand grab under your arms and heave you upright. It takes all of your strength not to let your legs buckle and say hello to the floor again.

"What makes you think I'd want a young child? I find them to be far too much work for how I live, so easy for them to wander off and get caught up with the Fireys." He turned you around, brushing imaginary dust off of your well-loved t-shirt you used to sleep in. He hummed something under his breath, a lilting sort of tune that-- against all odds, put you to ease.

Swaying in place, the Goblin King stopped dusting you off to hold you firmly by the sides of your arms. Your head lolled to the side, adrenaline crash hitting you like an absolute truck.

"No, I think you'll do quite nicely. You've indebted yourself, after all." Your brows furrowed "But that's... huh?" Your brain was sluggish, moving at a snails pace as your eyelids begun feeling like a ton of bricks.

The Goblin King didn't mock you for your totally complete and understandable question, just smiled against, took one hand off your arm-- and gently tapped the end of your nose with his fingertip.

It reminded you of your parents, in a way. In made your stomach flip-- what about them? What about Beth and Richie, will they remember this--

Will anyone remember you, or will the Goblin King place some spell to make it seem like you were never there in the first place.

Oblivious-- or maybe just uncaring-- of your impending hysteria, the Goblin King continued as usual "You asked for my help. It's not very binding, but it does mean something."

"...Jareth." You clumsily said, and he had the gall to not act surprised at all-- as he drug out "Yeees? Does my little nestling need something?" Your face scrunched in confusion, but his smile only widened further.

"Jareth, take me home." You venture to say. For what it's worth, it does have a little bit of an effect on him. His eyes go wide for a moment, jaw dropping open-- for a second, you thought you'd found a hail mary.

Only for him to throw his head back and laugh, sounding like chiming bells now. Inhuman, as he pressed you against him-- arms wrapped around you, it takes a little to put two and two together.

He's hugging you.

"My, you're a quick learner, aren't you?" One hand pressed on the back of your skull, guiding your face to the crook of his neck. As a compromise, you hook your chin over his shoulder-- staring wide-eyed at the large, glass-less(?) windows behind him. The scenery below.

The entirely inhuman, fantastical, and frankly terrifying scenery below-- outside, creatures of all shapes and sizes walk the street; from how high up you are, you can't make out anything distinct with what their saying. It all sounds like meaningless noise.

Your ears are ringing, you think.

"But... But it's your true name, isn't it?" Your voice was so small, so thin and fragile, that you hardly realized it was your own. Your arms continued to hang limply by your sides, but Jareth didn't mind as he continued to hold you close.

"Yes, it is."

he doesn't elaborate, so you push a little more "Why isn't it--" Floundering for anything else to say, your mouth opens and closes a few times, before Jareth seems to catch onto what you mean and answer the unsaid question.

"Why am I not bending to your will?" He sounded way too amused in contrast to what he was actually saying in the moment, "I'm not a lesser fae, things sort and bend and break around me. Maybe you could've gotten an average court member with that-- perhaps even a duke, but certainly not a king."

Breath caught in your throat, your eyes started watering-- you'll blame it on the weird, otherworldly glitter-- as Jareth continued to hold you, trying to... comfort you, maybe, with what he meant to be reassuring words.

In the end, it felt more like a prison sentence-- as he cooed oh-so-softly "It's alright, nestling. I'll keep you here, all safe and sound until all that pesky humanity is gone. I wouldn't want my guards to think you're a runner when you visit the town, now do I?"

[thetravelingtyper]

Out From Twisting Pages Pt 1 (Jareth X GN! Reader Labyrinth 1986)

Before fall break you rush to find new source material for your research paper...

WC: 1.8k

Part 2, Masterlist

Note that this has been transferred and edited from my AO3 release! You can find the original here

AN: This is an edited version of my first fanfic, and after a year or so it is about time to get back out. I know I write mostly for COD and Si but I think this is where my style really developed so enjoy...

A cold, gusty fall day begins to fall upon the quiet New England town. Early commuters set out into the cold air, frost has yet to set in but its grip captures their breaths as they hurry into cars or on bikes into the city. The city sprawls out from an urban center that contains an old university. The glorious invention that is public transportation connects this heart to the suburbs and sprawling forested coastline beyond. All in all, it is a quaint place to live.

The university caters to many students, including a healthy transfer program. However, it excels primarily in its liberal arts programs. With ties to librarianship and teaching, the college works as a stepping stone for young (and older) returning academics to find their way out into the wide world. Here, dear reader is where you find yourself, a college senior finishing their last few semesters. As a 23-year-old you decided to stay to pursue a double major in literary studies and history.

Due to this, you have met the beast that is college writing and procrastination and have been marooned in your college library for the past,

 “What was it again? Ah, 5 hours.”

“5 HOURS!?!” 

Your friend screams at you through your earbuds. You whip your head around awaiting the waves of shushing but, thankfully, you are tucked safely away into a lonely open-ended study area. The only other souls in sight are an architecture major you split a KitKat with at 4 am and a tired late staff shelver. You can hear the faint soft sounds of what you make out to be punk coming through their headphones. You smile and huff a small chuckle, if it gets them through the night shift you feel it.

“Do you need to yell?” you respond to your friend, “I've been up since yesterday.”

 “Sorry, I just wanted to make sure I heard you right? You’ve been at your library since 1 am because you procrastinated on finishing a 20-page term paper due after break?” 

“Yes,” you give a tired smile at your friend's exaggerated sigh. 

You had a midterm paper due in a few days. Your professor pulled the best move of adding 5 pages. With your talent for procrastinating you can usually write a 5 page paper in a night but your professor had complicated things:

It was the last Thursday class before break, excited murmurs spread through the classroom. The professor chuckles

“Hold it everyone, I have decided to extend the research requirement,” 

Groans sound across the small lecture room in response.

“In addition to 5 extra pages, I expect each of you to go to the library and find a specific novel or book relevant to your study.”

A few of the students look relieved. 

“I know some of you chose to write about more in depth topics…” he looks to the finance minors out of the sides of his eyes “while most chose lighter history examinations. I am more interested in those of you studying more unique topics.” 

You had heard through the GroupMe most had chosen to evaluate the influence of empires on their colonies in the post-colonial age. This being a topic with a wealth of analysis. However…

“Whoever chose the female perspective in medieval literature, I would like to see something other than Chaucer if possible.” 

“Alright”

Your professor then turns to you.

“I am interested in seeing what book you will find, I enjoyed your idea” 

You glance at your watch a bit nervous of the sudden attention but look back at him and nod. You subtly closed your notebook and its various doodles. 

“Why did you choose your subject?” Your professor asks you.

You think about it.

“The legacy of death and passing in mythology and the Otherworld,” your professor read out loud. You smiled hesitantly, you didn't have the heart to tell him it came from a late night, a bit too much rum and some raunchy fanfiction…

You grimace at the memory and remind yourself to wipe your browsing history. You turn your attention back to your friend as you begin to gather your supplies. 

“Well since you can’t make it out for the week Sam and I will be hitting the markets out of town.” 

You hummed, Mary, your long-time friend, lived in south Texas and was still in the midst of a sauna, even into the fall. You had planned on skipping your Tuesday classes to spend some time with Mary and her girlfriend. But due to the sudden addition of the book requirement yesterday, you had scrambled into the library in the wee hours of Friday morning. Due to the extended weekend break, the library would be closing at noon, leaving you surprisingly few hours to find a book you felt fulfilled your ambitious focus. 

“You know if you weren't so gosh darn specific you could just go with Greek mythology.” 

You paused in your packing,

“If I wanted to go with the misogynistic pricks I would, but the Underworld there is often kidnapping, mourners, and a lot of angst. Besides…”

You flip through your ragged journal, you collect ideas for your creative writing and history classes here,

“I am really enjoying the current unit on European Mythology.”

As you finish putting your fountain pens and other assorted stationery supplies away, you turn your attention back to Mary on the other end of the phone.

“Hey I'm packed up and need to get moving, they are going to start opening some of the older sections and I need to get out before noon.”

Mary huffs and says something to a person on her side of the line, You faintly make it out to be Sam. She turns her attention back to you.

 “Considering it is now 7:00 am over there I think you will be fine, just text me when you get back home?”

“Yes, mom.” Mary hushes you and bids a cheery goodbye then hangs up. 

You turn back to shuffling your notes into a manageable pile, those get slotted into a worn dollar store folder, then prompt shoved into your backpack. Next goes the pen and pencil pack, set gently and lovingly into your laptop bag, followed by a heavily stickered laptop. You reach blindly for your journal, knocking into your water bottle. Hastily, you grab that, and shove it into your backpack before sipping it up. Putting on your backpack and then your laptop bag, you turn making sure not to miss anything. Seeing the table clear, you wave to the tired architecture major and make your way out to the main library and hopefully find a good (and convenient) book for your paper.

-

The trails of the morning began as the library shook itself from a low staff and quiet night. The members of the day shift had clocked in and replaced the night-shelvers. You walked through a windowed hall, dawn peering in from your right, and looking over the railing to your left you observed some other (and possibly smarter) students who had just arrived. 

Instead of taking your bus home yesterday you grabbed take-out at a family-owned Thai place and booked it to the student center to eat.  Now that you think about it, food sounds like a good idea. A vending machine on a college campus can only serve you so much. Taking a flight of stairs down you entered the lobby of the library and immediately felt a chill flow in from the opening doors. Looking around and spotting your target, you ducked into the library cafe and 15 minutes later emerged with a hot drink and pastry in hand. Checking your watch as you sip your drink the bold letters of 7:30 AM flashed evilly at you. ‘I could be home asleep’ you groaned internally and reminded yourself to enjoy a nice long power nap when you got home. Finishing your pastry, you gather your things and head off toward the 6th-floor literature section.

To say your university library was large would be an understatement, it was sprawling. Being a school dedicated to the arts, it had the library resources to boot. This included not only dedicated sections to most of the art majors, but also an impressive collection of art viewable to the public, and a childrens outreach program that encouraged childhood reading. 

Due to this, your university library was also in part a public library. Which sounded promising at first, but as you now sorted through your 10th Disney classic fairytale picture book you doubted yourself. Jokes of unrealistic romance aside if you had to glance at another fairy tale picture and too much glitter you were going to throw one. You had been here an hour and the best you had found was some more generic titles exploring Irish and Celtic myth as a whole. 

While these could make good references, they were not what you needed nor wanted. None of these books felt…right. You cared a lot about this paper and wanted to give a unique example of a story that wasn’t just a myth, perhaps a novel you could tie back to your literature focus. Wait…! Maybe you could find a novel! A less published, less circulated novel would be a great and fresh way not only to publish more about that book but to make your paper unique. And your professor is a huge fan of ‘hard to find’ as he described it. You look around to find a reference librarian and make your move, you had a bit more than 3 hours and you felt ready to tackle the search. 

You quickly explained your situation to the reference librarian and at the mention of a ‘less circulated novel,’ they gave you a wide grin.

“I have just the section, we recently got a collection from the estate of a local author, he was of Irish descent I think too! From the look of his mythology books, if anyone is going to have anything it is him. While all of the stuff is cataloged we haven’t been able to shelve it due to some cart issues. Anything you find just bring it out here to me to check out!” 

With that convenient nudge, the librarian led you through a side employee door and into a very warm storage room. Seeing you unzip your jacket a bit the librarian nods. 

“Sorry about the heat, the AC refuses to run and the heater goes on overdrive.” 

At that, they turn back out the door and presumably return to their desk leaving you alone in a reasonably large room stacked with books, shelves, and a lot of folding chairs. You eye the chairs curiously but quickly, at the stroke of 8 am, set to work finding your book. 

[strangercarla]

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Had To Be You - Bucky Barnes by @jobean12-blog ♡

Idiots In Love - Steve Rogers by @moonvis ♡

Honeybee - Steve Rogers by @sunvmars ♡

Blind to Love - Natasha Romanoff by @moonvis ♡

Under My Umbrella - Steve Rogers by @marvelettesassemblenow ♡

Let It Snow - Pietro Maximoff by @dem-obscure-imagines ♡

Shattered - Pietro Maximoff by @dem-obscure-imagines ♡

Sleepless Nights - Natasha Romanoff by @1800-lemonadeg1rl ♡

Can You Watch My Boyfriend? Trend - Bucky Barnes by @jiarkives ♡

Early Bird - Natasha Romanoff by @yelenasdiary 🩷

Headcanons

Headcanons for being an Avenger with the power of invisibility - @moonlit-imagines ♡

The Lost Boys:

The Lost Boys Sexy Mate Headcanons (MDNI) by @buckybarnesb-tch ♡

When You're Unaware - Dwayne & Fem! Reader by @luv4fandoms ♡

Each Night Before You Go To Bed - Dwayne & GN! Reader by @britany1997 ♡

Man of Your Midsummer Night’s Dreams - Dwayne & GN! Reader by @britany1997 ♡

Phone Calls - David x Reader by @kurt-nightcrawler ♡

Love Is In The Air - Paul x GN Y/N by @justnatoka ♡

Headcanons

Dating Headcanons - The Lost Boys & Star (a tiny bit of nsfw so mdni) by @popironrye ♡

Law And Order SVU:

Pay It Forward - Casey Novak by @getitwhenyougotit ♡

Buy You Dinner? - Sonny Carisi by @procrastinatorimagines ♡

Scooby Doo:

Reunion - Shaggy Rogers by @fanficsformyfavs ♡

Friends:

Have You Ever Seen Anything Prettier Than This? Yeah, you. - Chandler Bing by @writerdream22 ♡

Labyrinth:

A Gift - Jareth The Goblin King by @way2geeky ♡

Headcanons

Jareth Headcanons by @tomriddleslovergirl ♡

Captain EO:

First Kiss by @michaelsfavgirl ♡

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Welcome To My Blog (needs updated)

Some things you should know about me are that fact that I beg for asks then ignore them. I’m sorry if I never get around to writing them, but I really try. I go on huge hiatuses. I’m sorry. Please don’t urge this to not request at all. I’m getting better.

My blog is 16+

What I’ll write:

X reader (self inserts)

Gn reader

LGBTQIA+ themes

Fluff

Angst no comfort

Angst with comfort

Pairings

Platonic

Romantic

Parental figures

Comfort

Age gaps (legal)

Polyamory

Au’s (no alpha omega I’ll kms)

Forced feminization

(Honestly I’ll write some freaky stuff just as long as it’s not flat out sex)

Pet play

Teasing

Age regression (not as a kink but a coping mechanism)

What I refuse to write

Incest

Underage relationships

Pedophilia

Rape

Abuse as a kink

Slurs

Anything with, shit, or vomit

Self harm as a kink

Huge age gaps

Real actual people- (I think it’s personally weird.)

Zoophillia

Ageplay

The fandoms I write for/ characters

Sweeney Todd:

Sweeney Todd

Ms.Lovett

Scream

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Tatum Riley

Sidney Prescott

Ghostface (masked)

The Lost Boys

Micheal

David

Paul

Marko

Dwayne

Halloween

Micheal Myers (original)

A nightmare on elm street

Freddy Kruger

The Rocky Horror Picture Show

Dr. Frank N’ Furter

Beetlejuice

Beetlejuice

Lydia

Adam & Barbra

House of 1,000 corpses trilogy

Otis Driftwood

Baby Firefly

The Boy 1

Brahms

Creep 1

Josef

Gravity Falls

Stanford Pines

Stanley Pines

Bill Cipher

Labryinth

Jareth the goblin king

Guardians of the Galaxy

Peter Quill

Gamora

Nebula

Yondu

Venom

Eddie

Venom

Pirates of the Caribbean

Jack sparrow

Bill and Ted’s excellent adventure

Bill

Ted

Heathers

Jd

Veronica sawyer

Edward Scissorhands

Edward

The Hunger Games

Haymitch Abernathy

Effie Trinket

President Snow (Coriolanus)

Katniss Everdeen

Peeta Mellark

SuperNatural

Castiel

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Lucifer

Gabriel

The Outsiders

Sodapop Curtis

Darry Curtis

Dally

The silence of the Lambs Franchise/ Hannibal

•Doctor Hannibal Lecter

•Clarice Starling

Hannibal NBC

Hannibal

Will Graham

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FANDOM ONESHOTS MASTERLIST

Different oneshots for lots of random fandoms really. Some are reader x characters and some are just for couples I really enjoy. Will be separated by franchises such as movies/shows, games, books, etc.

ANIME

Heart No Kuno No Alice Alice Liddell x Boris Airay

Hunter x Hunter Illumi Zoldyck x Reader

The Cat Returns Baron Humbert Von Gikkinggen x Haru

Welcome To Demon School Iruma Kun Nebarius Kalego x Reader

Lupin The 3rd Goemon Ishikawa The 13th x Reader

Spy x Family Type F x Reader

Bleach Hirako Shinji x Reader

Record Of Ragnarok Anubis x Reader

Sherlock Hound Marie Hudson x Professor Moriarty

DISNEY

Gargoyles Brooklyn x Maggie Ried

The Great Mouse Detective Ratigan x Reader

Sofia The First Cedric x Reader

GAMES

Garten Of BanBan BanBan x Reader

Poppy Playtime Dogday x Reader

That's Not My Neighbor Francis Mosses x Reader

Legend Of Zelda Sidon x Reader

Twisted Wonderland Skully J Graves x Reader

No Straight Roads Neon J x Reader

MOVIES/SHOWS

Barbie Fairytopia Hue x Elina

The Last Unicorn Amalthea x Schmendrick

Transformers Animated Sari Sumdac x Bumblebee

Labyrinth Jareth x Sarah Williams

Beetlejuice x Lydia Deetz

Casper The Friendly Ghost Casper McFadden x Kathleen Harvey

The Wizard Of Oz Scarecrow x Dorothy Gale

X Men Nightcrawler x Reader

A Monster In Paris Francoquer x Lucille

ONLINE SERIES

Welcome Home Wally Darling x GN Reader

Satellite City Yeshua x Reader

[tinalbion]

“Wildest Dreams” ||

Jareth the Goblin King x GN!Reader 

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

Length: 4.5k

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

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

Tagging @lackingspace <3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He would wait, and so he did. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Have you?"

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

"Yes, that much is obvious."

"Why have you written me all those letters?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Indeed," was all the king said. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is it not to your liking?”

“Is it… is it for humans?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You'd give me a room here?"

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

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

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

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

"Those are my chambers."

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

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

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

"Why don't you remain here, Y/N?" 

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

He simply nodded. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So I'm not trapped here forever?"

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

How could you say no to something so deliciously tempting?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[nofoundboy]

General Masterlist

Otto Octavius (Dr. Octopus)

Date headcanons

Stress relief headcanons (nsfw)

Otto taking care of his trans boyfriend on his period

Otto making his boyfriend feel handsome

Jareth the Goblin King

Domestic fluff

Arthur Fleck/Joker

S/o comforting Arthur

Hello stranger

Edward Nashton

I believe in you

Deadpool

His s/o dies

Spideypool

What Deadpool did during the multiverse thing without Spidey

Harkrill

Midnight thoughts

Tommy Bomowski "Coach Boomer"

Teacher's Pet (nsfw)

Qui-Gon Jinn

Relationship headcanons

Abe Sapiens

Floating with his trans plus size boyfriend

[bowieandqueen11]

Give Me Your Heart / Jareth Imagine

Request: Hi im not sure if you're taking requests bit could you please do a Jareth x gn reader where he teaches his s/o how to dance. However it's just between them, no music, no guests, just them in an empty hall? Don't feel pressured to write this. Hope you're doing well :)

Ooh it’s been far too long since I’ve written for Jareth, and this idea is so sweet and romantic!! Thank you nonnie :)

Also sorry, this ended up being more teasing than I had set it out to be oopsie but I hope you enjoy anyway! ,3

(I do not own Labyrinth or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @ihadadutyovcare.)

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‘Now darling, even you know by now that your hand goes on my waist.’

You try to stifle your laugh, instead pressing your growing smile against the itchy notched lapel of his jacket. Jareth’s warmth envelops you immediately, helped on by the tickle of his fringes as they brush over the glowing curve of your cheek. It’s a soothing, tender kind of gush that sweeps through your muscles as you feel his hand reposition its grip, safe within the knowledge that no matter how clunkily you stepped on the tips of his toes and scuffed the edges of his boots, he would hold you tightly against his chest and never let go.

You slide your hand back up to the rather tense muscle of his waist with a teasing sigh, enjoying the way the domineering sovereign before you is wrought with a rack of shivers from your sole touch alone. He groans as your fingers trace and scratch around the joint, his eyes rolling back slightly in his head as you take full advantage of his obviously flustering state.

‘Now Jareth, do I hold my arm up like this?’, you take a step back from him and ostentatiously draw your elbow away from his side and swing it up in the air, dragging his own arm along with it. ‘Or does it come round here...hmm, in this sort of position?’ You drop his fingertips that were gently resting on top of your own and swing forward, looping your arm around the Goblin King’s neck. His eyes widen in a fervent kind of shock as your palm flattens against the back of his neck and pulls the bewildered man down to reach your lips. 

Once he regains his composure and realises there’s nothing more delightful in this moment than relishing in the feeling of kissing the love of his life back, he tips one leather gloved finger under your chin and tilts you further up to meet him. With pliant lips, he slowly draws away and presses a last, lingering kiss against your top lip; despite the fact that you were the one to initiate the peck, you were also the one left breathless. Contently, he closes his eyes for a moment before sighing in bliss and smirking once again.

‘Now now, my diamond streaked star, if you keep teasing me so I shall have to reprimand you for such insolence. Perhaps I shall tie your hand to mine so you can never escape’, he tenderly takes your right wrist and drags the back of your hand down the side of his cheek. As he does so, he grips you back to him again. Without breaking the passionate eye contact that blazes a crimson shrine, a travailing opal blossoming in the minute space between your bodies, he begins the move the two of you a step backwards.

‘Or maybe even that wouldn’t be enough.’ He reaches an arm up, twirling you around until you’re gliding like a wound up music box figurine: porcelain, fated, pure perfection. His boot knocks against your own shoe, turning it to the side as he lodges his knee in-between your own; Jareth is almost carrying you at this point, guiding your feet backwards and to the left, whizzing over the gleaming marble stained tiles of the looming hall.

 ‘Perhaps, what is needed to succinctly convey the message, would be to capture your heart and keep it safely locked within mine forever.’ Before you can even take a breath, his hand has wound around the small of your back and he’s knocking you backwards. The gentle-stricken winged cherubs that are moulded to the corners of the gold crested ceiling are fleeting as they pass by your eyes; the crystal encrusted chandelier that beams haloes of light past your vision is soon replaced by the shimmering blue of the violet banked sky. The glory of the starlight that swirls pockets of alight silver over the upside-down edge of the outer stone balcony is only seconded by the feeling of Jareth leaning over you.

The soft groan that escapes your mouth elicits an amused hum from the man, who nuzzles his nose against yours like the cat who got the cream. While his left hand is busy holding your hips flush against his midriff, his right busies itself with running down your side slowly, setting every nerve in its path alight with anticipation. Eventually, after far too long a wait, your closed eyes grimace in bliss as you feel his lips brush feather soft, licking against the pulse point on your neck.

‘After all, it’s not so long at all, if only you can live without it’, he murmurs between nibbles against the curve of your shoulder. ‘For I know I could not. If you took your heart away from me, you would cause me to fall into ruination.’

This was going to be a long night indeed.

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As the World Falls Down (Pt 1)

Pairing: Jareth X Reader (GN)

Summary: Destined to rule by his side, you are taken from him and trapped in a prison fueled by magick

Wordcount: 772

Warnings: Kidnapping, imprisonment, revenge, jealousy

Requested by: No one

Inspired by: This post by @write-it-motherfuckers

Notes: Loosely based on the prequel and sequel comic series, but mostly the movie and my own interpretation of the wider lore

Last edited: 05th April 2023

Part 1 - Part 2

You were once a simple being, a fae of lavish parties and luxury. Being the child of the Owl King, you were envied by many and revered by all. 

It was at one of the parties that you fell in love with him. Jareth.

You knew your father had chosen an heir to the Labrinth. You had only done as much as seen him around the castle in the past few years, but you had never spoken or interacted. 

While you weren’t expected to love him, you were expected to rule at his side, and who were you to complain? He was attractive and charming, and you were foolish. To think that no others wished to steal his heart, perhaps you were lying to yourself. You can’t quite remember.

He wore a dark blue tailcoat and ruffled poet shirt, with trousers that let the mind wander just a little too much, and a mask of a horned oni held to his face. You, on the other hand, had been stuffed in a white and gold suit of frilly trousers, an even frillier blouse and a corset that restricted your breathing. Over it was a baby blue tailcoat with gold cuffs and a tail that was so long it was practically the train of a dress.

He had approached timidly at first, rather uncharacteristically. You outstretched your hand to him, and he took it with a firm grip. The rest of the night was a blur.

You spoke and laughed and oh, how you two danced. You were the centre of everyone’s attention, and you caught your father casting a glance and a knowing smile at you.

Little did you know of the envy that brewed in others.

It was many years later, at his coronation, when you had been taken from him. A mere misjudgment and an idiotic oversight on your end were the cause. The misjudgment was your lack of foresightedness, and the idiotic oversight was the woman herself. 

How would one create a prison for a being more powerful themself? It would simply be a case of creating a place where all their power is rendered useless. And then getting them there.

Mizumi had forced you into a bubble of water and trapped you on the other side of a pond in her garden. A mirrored world.

Your head had spun with the realisation of what had happened. The pond’s surface rippled a window into the garden, and Mizumi stood where your own reflection would be, looking down at you and smiling as she turned to walk away. The water's surface felt like glass but was as strong as a stone wall.

You were alone, trapped in the confines of the mirrored garden, cursed to wander through a reflected world of Mizumi’s creation. How long had it been? You’d tried to count, but time had lost its meaning a long while ago. 

The plants that once mirrored those of the real garden, were now their own ecosystem - their own entity. Everything was drenched in the magick that was leaking from the fragile water surface that kept you trapped here. Her magick was growing wild unattended.

Nothing was real, and yet it was so much more real than anything Mizumi had the capacity to create. She had long forgotten about you, forgotten that she had trapped you here with unstable magick, left you here to soak it up.

Your power grew, your abilities expanded, and every aspect of this fake world was yours to command. All but the exit to your prison. For that, you would have to wait.

Memories that weren’t significant had long faded or twisted over time, and your body - despite its lack of ageing - had become stronger. Even as one of the most powerful fae you were weak when Mizumi had caught you, lost in luxury and love, but after absorbing so much magick that leaked through into your prison cell you were strong and steeped in rage and power.

This was something new. You were something new.

So now, 300 years later, you call the grass at your feet and the air around your body, and touch the water’s surface with the tip of your finger and it shatters, the garden around you fracturing and fading. You pass through the fabricated world and into the one you have so sorely missed, the water from the pond falling from you like diamonds as you step through, leaving you completely dry.

There was somewhere you had to go, somewhere you needed to be. You had escaped, but there was so much more left to do.

[an-angel-in-the-garden]

I just saw that you write for Jareth from Labyrinth 👀🔥😍 I love him so much! Could you please write a Jareth x reader smut? Sorry it’s not more specific I’m not great at requesting but I will take any Jareth content I can get lol

YES! Thank you so much for requesting him I've been waiting to write for him! Reader is GN and since you didn't have anything you wanted for this I just chose to write some general smut stuff. CW Smut, mild bdsm and foul language mostly sub reader

Jareth is a top one who is unlikely to ever fully bottom but he will be a service top very happily

Your pleasure is his main priority and even if its a rushed bit of fun he'll make sure your left satisficed

Loves both overestimation and edging giving or receiving

To be more specific with that Jareth loves overstimulating you to tears having you cum as many times as your body can take while he edges himself

Really into bondage wrapping you tightly in silks of many colors removing your ability to see and teasing you all over

Call him sir if you really want to get fucked hard Jareth will pound you into the mattress

Foreplay with him will last hours if you allow it making you come with his hands and mouth he wants you to beg him like the good pet you are

Enjoys the taste of your cum more them he'll admit and because of that oral is his favorite from of foreplay

Jareth prefers cumming inside you feeling you pulse around him hearing your sounds of pleasure while he holds you against him

If you ever want to take the lead for the night the fastest way to get him to kinda submit is to give him a blowjob

Worship his cock and he's putty in your hands though only for a short while

Dirty talk is common and its almost always praise that spills from his lips while holding you down marking your body up Jareth will tell you about how wonderful your doing with taking him or how magnificent you look all fucked out

That's all I have it was more then normal but I really wanted to make this one good! I hope you enjoy and thanks for requesting!- Lilly

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YOU LIKE LABYRINTH????? I love love love David bowie since i was little and loveeeeee anything with him with(人´∀`)♪

Please feel free to post anything you feel like about it!!! Imagines or full works or whatever, you wrote jareth so well💔💔💔

Have a good night:D🏝

"metamorphosis" platonic!yandere!jareth & past runner!new fae!preteen!gn!reader [oneshot] ! !

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description; You were once a runner of the Labyrinth, one of the many that failed to complete the challenge in time-- but in a desperate plea to save your younger sibling from becoming a Goblin, you volunteered to stay in their stead. Too old to become a Goblin, you became a 'guide' meant to lead runners astray; the Goblin King should've known better to think you would've actually helped him in that way. Of course you'd disobey him, but for some reason, he doesn't seem all that bothered about it.

additional notes; heeey... how ya'll dooinnggg... I accidentally took a bit of a break because i was having seizures and needing to be hospitilized!! whoopsie!! even though i don't post on ao3, the curse still hit me. but i'm better now!!! and i finally finished this!! i hope i did well!!! i also literally lOVE david bowie, i also love 80s, dark fantasy, jim henson & jennifer conneoly and i blame it all on Labyrinth. or most of it at least. YIPPEE

warnings; possessive behavior, jareth being cryptic, jareth is non-human therefore does not abide by human culture/morals nor understand it fully, past kidnapping, reader took the place of their younger sibling after failing to complete their run, non-consensual body modification (reader unknowingly becomes a fae), restraints (reader's wrists/hands are tied), and if there's anymore i miss, please lmk!!! once i write something, i seem to instantly forget it </3

w/c; 4.1k

It was supposed to be a little joke-- you wishing your sibling away to The Goblin King. It was just a story, obviously; you'd said it to scare them, that's all.

You never thought it could actually be real, otherwise you wouldn't have done it. It was just a fairytale--! but you found it rather difficult to cling onto that idea when The Goblin King appeared before you, in the flesh; telling you to either run his Labyrinth or give up right then and there.

Go back to your life without your sibling, that he'd use his magic to fill the gap they left in everyone else's mind. Wipe their chubby little face from family photos, make it seem like their school desk was always empty; their half of the room would be gone, and it'd seem like it was always just your room.

But you'd still know, even if The Goblin King tried to wipe your memory or whatever, you know that, deep down, you'd still feel like something was wrong. A nagging itch in the back of your mind, that there was something missing.

It'd drive you mad, not knowing what that something was. But even more-so, if you did remember them, it'd drive you insane. The idea that you could've saved them from your stupid mistake, but didn't take the chance.

13 hours seemed like plenty of time to get it done; but The Goblin King played dirty. You should've known, that he wouldn't make it easy for you. When the clock chimed 13, appearing in front of your face, a pit formed in your stomach.

In a last ditch effort, as The Goblin King appeared before you once again, stood beside the intricate golden clock-- you begged, pleading that there had to be another way.

By the end of it, you traded places. Your freedom for your younger sibling's, who got to return home under the impression that this was all one big dream. Got to come home to their own room, no traces of you left; got to greet your parents as their only child.

Like it'd always been that way.

Obviously, you weren't so lucky. In place of your little sibling getting turned into a goblin, you were now tasked with being a 'guide' for the new runners.

You were supposed to guide them away from the Labyrinth, convince them that it wasn't worth it to continue on. That whoever they wished away was a lost cause, and there was no point in trying.

The Goblin King should've known better than to think you'd go along with it. You know that he's watching your every move, he has eyes all over-- in form of his subjects, the creatures lining the Labyrinth, his crystal balls, and probably some other means that you aren't yet privy to.

There's no solid way to tell how long you've been here, but you keep track of it by how many runners come and go. Time works strangely here, you're sure of it. Why wouldn't it? The Goblin King was already capable of so much more.

So far, you've encountered 7 runners. 3 of which claimed to be from the past, 2 who didn't speak any language you knew, and one that was from the near future. The 7th was eerily close to you, in a similar spot as you'd been.

Her name was Sarah, and she, by far, had been the one to make it the furthest. From what you've heard, she made it. She did what you couldn't, and saved her little brother at no expense to herself.

You wouldn't know, since you got a bit too bold in your way of helping her; you were 'deactivated', in a way. You just collapsed suddenly, on the groups way to the Goblin city. Fallen into a deep sleep,

One you, realistically, should not have woken up from. You weren't dumb, you knew what happened to those who disobeyed The Goblin King past the point of his own amusement.

And you knew that, at least on some level, he must've known you were helping the other runners. But he must've found your efforts entertaining, didn't see it as a real threat.

Not until you succeeded in what you thought was a pointless kind of endeavor, and actually helped a runner succeed where so many others had failed. You can't take all the credit--

But you're going to take the brunt of the punishment for it, you're certain. Yes, Hoggle had also been a large help to Sarah; so had Ludo, Sir Didymus, and Ambrosius;

In The Goblin King's mind, though, you were different. You were not his subject, you were not a creature of the Labyrinth. Before you arrived, he'd never had any issues like this. With his subjects defecting like they had,

You were the perfect scapegoat, you realize now. Sat in front of The Goblin King's throne, legs criss-cross-apple-sauce and your arms bound behind you with... vines, you believe; you've come to expect the worse.

For a while now, The Goblin King has been sitting in his throne, staring at you. Studying you, like you were the most interesting thing in the world. The throne room was eerily silent, only faint, very faint, sounds from outside could be heard from here.

And for a while, you'd been zoned out. Eyes on The Goblin King, but not looking at him. Eyes glazed over, hardly blinking-- off in another world. A world where you didn't do this to yourself, still living happily with your parents and younger sibling.

"Human's are stubborn little things, aren't they?" Is what broke the silence, and you jolted in place at the suddenness of it. Quickly, you blinked away any residual dryness from your eyes, before casting your eyes to the ground.

It was interesting, the stones were uneven and different colors. Some where more sparkly than others, some were a normal gray while others were fantastical shades of purple, or green, or something of the like.

You weren't here to admire the floor, though.

A few beats of silence passed, before you realized he wanted a response. Voice croaky, throat dry from fear, you quickly agreed "...Yeah." You don't know what he wants from you, in any sense of the word.

He leaned forward in his throne, arms folded and braced atop his knees. On reflex, you look up at him to see how his hair fell around his face, framing it like you imagine a halo would to an angel, in a tangential kind of way.

Which he very much isn't, but he was ethereal like one. That's how Fae used to lure in weary travelers and lost children in the woods, yeah? Their beauty?

He studied you for a few moments more, before suddenly saying "You've began to change." Well that was-- cryptic. And you should knew better than to prod, you really should--

And you do, but that doesn't mean to you heed it.

"How?" Something you couldn't quite name curled deep in your gut, a primal kind of terror that you've never felt before. Not like your are now. The Goblin King didn't respond immediately, and you feared the worse.

You feared that you'd ticked him off even more than you already did, with how you (supposedly) paved the way for a runner to conquer the Labyrinth. Something that didn't happen very often, you've been told.

It should've brought relief, when he opened his mouth to speak-- and didn't seem angry. But you can never tell with him, you think. Fae are tricky like that, or so you've heard. Despite being in his... employ(?) for however long you've been, you don't interact with him much.

This would be your... 4th, maybe 5th if you're being generous, time meeting with him since you failed your run at his Labyrinth. You don't have much to go off of for his behavior, and for all you know, he could be livid right now. Masking it-- you aren't sure.

In a shocking turn of events, he decided against what he was going to say. Instead, he closed his mouth and reached forward-- it took all your energy not to violently flinch back, as he cupped your cheek with his hand.

Tender in a way you didn't think he could be, especially not to you. it's a trick, something in the back of your mind hissed. he's tricking you.

But you can't do anything about it, so you just sit impossibly still-- like a statue, as you try to keep your trembling under check. Staring into the eyes of your inevitable end, like you were, was bound to make you nervous.

Slowly, gentle in the way you'd be gentle with something fragile-- like he was handling a priceless porcelain doll, delicate and easy to crack with one wrong move--, the Goblin King guided your head to the left.

He kept you in place for a bit, studying you-- he had no care to disguise what his intent was, so you caught on rather quickly. You aren't sure how long you two stayed like that, until he gently guided your head to the right.

what's the point? you think to yourself, swallow past the lump in your throat. what is he getting out of this?

The relief you felt when he pulled his hand back was almost crushing in its weight, you felt like you could collapse from it right then and there. But you knew that the worst has yet to pass, as you chance a glance up, and catch the Goblin King looking lost in thought.

Reclining in his throne once again, elbow propped on an arm of the ornate chair, chin propped up against his hand-- he simply stared at you. Hands curling along the hem of your shirt, you dare to ask "What are you going to do with me?"

You reason with yourself, that it can't already get worse than this. The Goblin King despises when people 'talk back to him', when they don't play along with his tricks and games. Acts amiable until you become a disturbance to his ever-important amusement,

But really, you must already be at rock bottom with him. You're a scapegoat, you'd figured that out quite some time ago; the quicker this is over with, the better.

The stone floor wasn't the most comfortable surface to sit on, and your muscles began to ache from sitting in one position for so long. Being as tense as you had been for the last... however long you've been stuck here. Again, not very easy to tell the passage of time in a place like the Goblin King's realm.

And to your blatant shock, the Goblin King didn't immediately snap at you for interrupting his thinking. Instead, he... smiled, and it made your skin crawl. Scared you more than if he'd just straight-up yelled at you, or turned you into a toad or whatever.

"That's what I'm deciding on, little one." He's called you that before, little one, so that's not what caught you off guard. Not as much as the tone he said it in,

Usually, he was mocking about it. Like he couldn't bother to even remember your name, let alone use it; it lent him an air of superiority, the inherent power dynamics to that of an elder and a younger.

It sounded almost fond, not entirely devoid of what you could interpret as mocking, but softened to the point where it could pass for some friendly teasing.

A part of you wanted to push him, to tell him 'well decide faster, i'm getting bored' just to get it over with. The anxiety of it all was awful, waiting for him to come to an agreement with himself. In the end, he was probably well aware of it,

He just wanted to drag your torment out even further. Wring the last few drops of entertainment from you before tossing you aside-- you'd more than ran your course. You were an outsider, something strange between a runner and an inhabitant of the Labyrinth.

But you didn't tell him to get on with it, for one reason or another. You continued to sit there, staring up at him-- hoping he'd come to a conclusion soon. Whatever he did, it wouldn't be pleasant for you.

Execution? Banishment to the Barrens outside of the Labyrinth's walls? Sentencing you to become a punishing bag/training dummy for the Goblin warriors? Leave you to rot in an oubliette?

Really, the options were endless. maybe that's why he was having such a hard time choosing between them.

Suddenly, he broke the silence by cryptically asking "Have you noticed anything different?", and it was far too vague for you to even know where to begin "I... pardon me?"

His laughter sounded like bells, light and airy and chiming-- it felt more like a funeral toll than church bells. Slow and damning, a sentence of your demise in-of-itself. "Ah, excuse me for being so general about it. Allow me to specify,"

Leaning forward from his throne once again, the Goblin King's smile resembled that of a wolf. It took everything in you not to lean back--Jesus, you'd never noticed how sharp his canines were. It was disturbing. Lending him more of an uncanny feel than before,

"Have you felt any different, as of late?" Waving his hand aimlessly by the side of his head, he was begin listing different examples of these 'differences' he was looking for. "Maybe you can see better, you don't need to sleep as much, can go longer without food or water...?"

Cautiously, you nodded your head. But that's just an affect of the Labyrinth, isn't it? Even when you were running it, you didn't feel tired or particularly hungry during it.

Then again, maybe it was the fear of your situation and desperation to reach the castle in time that kept your mind off of those subjects. The human physiology can do funny things under immense and prolonged amounts of stress, you know that much.

Grin stretching impossibly wider, his teeth on full display-- almost like he was baring them, making it even more difficult to stop from shaking under his suffocating presence-- he leaned back into his throne, head thrown back,

And he laughed. The ones he'd done before paled in comparison to this one, like comparing the fire on a matchstick to the one of a forest fire's. Full bodied and winding, almost like a hyenas. Edging on hysterical, like this was the funniest thing he'd ever encountered.

You don't know if that meant something good, or something terribly bad for your fate. On one hand, maybe you were so entertaining he's decided to let you live-- but then again, he could be tricking you.

It's hard to tell with the Goblin King, with any type of Fae, as you've come to learn. Even the lesser sorts, like the little Fairies that reside just outside the wall of the Labyrinth that communicate only in squeaks and other vocalizations-- are tricky sorts of creatures.

Ethereal and beautiful, you'd expect them to be kind and benevolent. Not to take any chance they get to sink their awfully sharp teeth into your palm; not to eat, maybe just to cause needless harm. Giggling about it after the fact, taking joy in the distress they cause.

And you had half the mind to stand and try to run-- your hands were bound, but your legs were not. It's not like that'd make much of a difference, because either way you can't escape whatever the Goblin King has planned.

But still, some part of your pride remained. Made your gut twist in discomfort as he laughed right at you, not a care in the world-- why was he laughing? It irked you, more than if you'd known what exactly he was laughing about.

When he was done with the hysterics, his head tilted down as he delicately wiped a tear from the edge of his eye, you felt something... shift. Practically saw it, in the strange emotion(s) he held in his gaze when he opened his eyes to look at you again.

"Do you know how long you've been here?" And this you can answer completely honestly, shaking your head slowly. Refusing to take your eyes off of him now, afraid that if you do, he'll do something when you aren't looking. Then you'll never see anything again.

"You've been here... hm, I suppose it's been a decade or so by your standards." No-- that can't be it. He's lying! Or-- well, Fae can't lie, but he certainly has to be stretching the truth.

But time works differently in the Labyrinth, so that can't be much cause for concern. Despite that explanation, you can't ease the worry, or the fear curling around every part of your mind.

Leaning forward again-- good god, this man doesn't like to stay still, does he?-- he puts his hand on your head this time. If he noticed your flinch when he did so, he didn't comment on it.

Didn't do anything further, just kept his hand atop your head as he continued speaking "I'm not one to keep track of those sorts of things; but it's odd, now that the fact has come to my attention. You stopped aging shortly after you began your... tenure."

He sounded far too smug, calling your semi-involuntary stay in his realm, under his control-- as a tenure. Like this was some run-of-the-mill office job.

Jackass.

When he doesn't continue, you grow bold as time drags on in silence. Asking in a biting tone "So? The Labyrinth handles time weirdly. That doesn't mean anything." He snorts "My, you act as if you know my Labyrinth better than I do."

You bit your tongue on that one, it felt too much like bait. Like he wanted to coax you into a greater offense, just so he could snap at you for it. But that would be too logical for him, if he wanted to be mad at you, then he would've already done so, yeah?

The Goblin King hummed, his fingers began to card through your hair in what you assume was meant to be a reassuring gesture, but it only put you more on edge.

"But no, it does mean something." You don't know how to feel about it, when he takes his hand away from your head just to stand from his throne. Beginning to pace around the room, you try to follow his movements all the while.

The sly smile on his face let you know that he was more than aware of that fact. He must be basking in it, your unease. Your fear of what was to come "Do you know what it means, since you seem to know so much about my Labyrinth?"

Yeah, he was definitely baiting you-- but for what? Surely not to get mad at you, because, again, if he wanted to do that than he already would have. what was the point of this all? You asked yourself before responding.

Not like you had much choice, either way he'll get what he wants. Whatever that may be, well, you'll just have to wait and see.

"...I'm becoming apart of the Labyrinth?" That made the most sense. it didn't scare you nearly as much as it should, the idea that you're becoming apart of this realm-- because for all intents and purposes, you may as well already be apart of it.

An outsider in technical terms, still far too human to be a formally regarded resident of the realm; but you know you're never going to leave here. Not alive, at least-- and you'll never be back to your actual life.

Becoming apart of Labyrinth might be a blessing in disguise, really. Hopefully you don't lose yourself to madness, though. You'd like to keep as much of your mind as possible.

Maybe he'll spare you because you're becoming one of his subjects. Perhaps he thinks that means you'll have to obey his every whim--

Suddenly, he stops dead in his track-- facing away from you at first, he slowly turns, that wide, wolfish grin still on his face as he tilts his head to the side "Hmm, not quite! Closer than I thought you'd be, though."

Heart pumping faster than it ever had before, your vision blurred as the Goblin stepped forward. The click-click-click of his heeled boots made your heartrate spike, and just as your ears began to ring; your felt his hand tuck itself beneath your chin, pull your head up so you could truly look him in the eye.

"No, darling little nestling." ...Well, that was new! Miraculously, you held back a frown at the, uh, pet name(?). For now, at least. "Something similar, though."

Why does he hate being straight-forward? Does he always have to drag it out like this-- seriously, it was beginning to get on your nerves. It always did, but then again, your meetings with him were never this long, so you were never exposed to it in large increments.

He pouted, overdramatic and obviously fake "Aren't you going to ask me what I mean?" You want to stay quiet for once, not give him what he wants. The way his fingers ever-so-slightly dig into the flesh of your jaw, however, makes you grit out a "What do you mean?"

"Hm." He said, like he was going to comment on the tone you used, but he didn't do anything further like you thought he would. His grip loosened up, but his hand never stopped holding your head in place "The Labyrinth's taken a liking to you, supposes I've been lonely as of late."

You always found it strange, how he speaks about the Labyrinth like it was a living thing. And maybe it was-- you couldn't be sure, of course the Goblin King would know. So it probably is sentient, at least to some degree, but to what degree? You don't know.

There's some other evidence to prove that the Labyrinth isn't entirely inanimate, piecing it together lends truth to the idea that it isn't just some building or piece of land. That it was an entity, one that the goblin King supposedly had a close bond with.

"You have the Goblins?" You couldn't stop yourself from saying it, quickly shutting your mouth after saying it-- like that'd do anything to undo what you just said. Luckily (or maybe unluckily, you can't be too sure), Jareth didn't take it to heart. He just huffed, and raised one brow "And you think they'd make good company?"

"How can you be lonely with so many creatures-- The Goblins are always hanging around you." You're done for-- or maybe not. The Goblin King is so weird, never know if he'll be angered when talked back to, or if he'll find it entertaining and let you off the hook.

He rolled his eyes, before crouching down-- now at eye level, he seemed even more intimidating than before, believe it or not. "None of them are like me, all too simple minded for me to truly consider them company."

"I'm not either. If I was just a bit younger, I would've been a Goblin." You aren't too sure about the cutoff range for a Goblin was, but you'd guess around... 7 or 8 at the oldest. Bit of a reach, 'just a bit younger' was, but it was still kind of true. There was no set meaning for 'just' after all, could mean whatever you wanted in the moment.

His grin faltered for a moment-- you almost missed it, too focused on your throat closing up from fear in the moment, but happened to catch it by pure coincidence. It was reinstated just as quickly as it'd began to fall, but you know you saw something.

"But you aren't. You're becoming a Fae," His hand shifted from holding your chin to cupping the side of your face. Too familiar, too kind-- gentle, warm, like he actually cared for you. "I can't just toss you out after that, can I? It's quite obvious that you'd make a fantastic heir when the time comes."

You're just so lost that you don't even bring up why you were here in the first place-- you helped a runner to the end. If anything, you'd be the worst fit for an.. an heir!

"I'm not--" You try to argue, the Goblin King frowns and scoffs, snapping his fingers. Suddenly, your mouth shuts so quickly that your teeth click together with the force of it. "Hush. Nothing you can say will sway me on this,"

Other hand cupping the other side of your face, he shook your head side-to-side for a moment, grin back on his face as he continued to observe you. "Yes, I think you'd do quite nicely. You'll be the most spoiled child in the realm-- can't have anything less for my heir, now can I? How does that sound?"

awful. you think to yourself, but you find yourself unable to speak against it.

[thetravelingtyper]

Masterlist

(Working on redesign! 4/7/25)

Simon Ghost Riley

Spitfire Series (GN tall American reader x SGR)

Spitfire: 1 Spitfire, 2 Reaper, 3 Feuerkopf, 4 Heated Shadow, 5 A supreme love, Nightmare Teaser

Spitfire Spinoff of Author Reader Comfort Character (RL! GN Reader x SGR)

Comfort Character Pt 1, Part 2, part 3

On The Same Page! (American, Author Reader x SGR)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15

Beasts of the Deep (SGR x Reader Au)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Wolf! Simon

One and The Same

Part 1

One Shots!

a moment

Misc Posts!

Library AU idea!

Compromising Position ft Soap!

Hypnogogic (Angst)

Saving Johnny! (Slight Angst) Look for parts 1 and 2!

Soft! Simon Headcannons

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

Letters from Nowhere (CBF! Soap x reader x Simon)

Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Poly 141!

Our Shattered Heart (GN! 'Heart' Reader x Taskforce 141)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 2.25, Part 2.50, Part 2.75, Part 3.00, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Headcanons! (just extra content for the universe!)

Part 1,

Assorted one shot (141 + others x reader)

Patch-up, Dance, Electric

Labyrinth (1986)

Jareth the Goblin King

Out From Twisting Pages

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

[sherlockfoolm]

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

Please send in requests (Especially yandere).

Sherlock bbc;

Sherlock Holmes

James Moriarty

Mycroft Holmes

Gotham tv series:

Jerome Valeska

Jerimiah Valeska

Fish Mooney

Jonathan Crane

Oswald Cobblepot

Edward Nygma

Bruce Wayne

Interview With The Vampire 1994:

Lestat De Lioncourt

Scream 1996:

Billy Loomis

-Stu macher

(I write poly Billy and Stu and them separately)

-Sydney Prescott

Halloween 1978

Michael Myres

Labyrinth

Jareth The Goblin King

-Spiderman

Tom holland Spiderman/Peter Parker

Andrew Garfield Spiderman/Peter Parker

Andrew Garfield Gwen

(I write Peter and Gwen poly or separately)

The Green Goblin

Star Wars

Padme Amidala

Anakin Skywalker

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

Luke Skywalker

Chucky

Tiffany Valentine

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

-Carrie 1976

Carrie

Rules and stuff:

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

I write smut.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ghoastixx]

Jareth x GN reader

Warnings: none. The term “queen” is used but not supposed to be seen as a gendered name in Jareth’s silly little eyes.

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A beautiful day in the Labyrinth! The sun was warm against my skin, I was working in the garden, it was great! I had my hair tied back with a bandana as to not get in my way and wore more informal clothes. I hummed as I worked, the labryinth gardens were always stunning.

“Excuse me? Could you help me?” I turned around to see a teenage girl in a white shirt. She had long black hair clipped away from her eyes and big hazel eyes.

I had never seen her before.

“Oh? Hello.. I’ve never seen you around here before,” I held my hand out, “I’m y/n.” I spoke with a certain warmth that had grown with me from living in the labryinth. She took my hand and shook it.

“Sarah, Sarah Williams.”

“SARAH??? SARAH???!!!!” Hoggle came hobbling through the bushes. I looked at him, sort of curious.

“Hoggle?”

“Oh! Y/n!?” He bowed his head in respect,

“Nonsense, I told you to stop with that.. you know Ms.Williams?” He crossed his arms,

“We have a deal.” I nodded a bit confused, she looked at me again.

“Do you know how to get to the castle beyond the goblin city?”

I nodded, “yes, I do. Is there something you need from the king?” She nodded frantically.

“Yes, yes. He gave me thirteen hours to solve the labryinth, he has my baby brother!” The realization hit me like a truck.

“Oh, so you’re running the labryinth… Hoggle is helping you..?” He looked at me, nervous. “You know the king will have your ass for that.”

“I ain’t doin’ nothin’! Like I said, we have a deal.” I look back at Sarah, and around the labryinth, making sure Jareth isn’t in sight, but knowing that he’s watching. I decide to humor him a bit.

“Look Sarah, I can take you as far as I can go, but I can’t promise anything. It won’t be far… but I know my way around.” Hoggle instantly seemed suspicious, but then again he had every right to be. The girl was filled with hope as I put the watering bucket down.

“Come along.” I started heading through the hedges, through ways she would have never found. I knew Jareth was messing with the Labryinth. Some passages were moved off. It was only a few minutes when I knew he was near.

“This is as far as I can take you.”

“You’re just going to leave us here!”

“Hey- I said I’d take you as far as I could go. Unlike some of you, I don’t want my head on the kings wall.”

“You’re just scared.” She spit out.

“Scared or smart? You choose.” I suddenly felt a looming presence.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” An older goblin, hunched over.

“Nothin’” Hoggle knew what was going on.

“Nothing? Nothing? Nothing tralalal?!” I took a few steps back myself, smirking to myself as Jareth revealed that it was him in all his glory. He always liked big entrances.

Hoggle gasped, “your majesty!” He bowed. Jareth spotted me, he had a playful glint.

“Are you two helping the runner?”

“No your majesty.”

“No sir,” Jareth’s eyes held a playful look, enjoying himself immensely.

“I’ll banish you both to the bog of eternal stench. You two better watch yourself.” Hoggle fell to his knees, begging. I didn’t bother as much to nod. He wouldn’t do anything to me, and I knew it. I rolled my eyes a bit as I watched him work, intimidating Sarah and eventually cheating her out. Suddenly the cleaners started to come, he disappeared and I climbed up the ladder, watching Sarah and Hoggle run. I shrugged and figured I’d never see them again as I climbed out the passage. I started my way back through the hedges as I felt two arms snake around my waist.

“You didn’t seem very frightened by my threat, my love.”

Jareth, of course. My husband.

“You wouldn’t, you love me too much.”

“Perhaps.. what were you doing with the runner.”

“I knew you’d catch up with us, so I wanted to have some fun with it. That’s all. Don’t worry, I didn’t even lead her towards the castle.” I could feel him chuckle.

“Good, pet. Why don’t you come back to the castle with me, hm?”

I smiled to myself and let him take my hand.

“Sure, I’ve got nothing I need to be doing.”

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It had been a few hours since my interaction with Sarah Williams. I had sat in the throne room with Jareth as he obsessed over his runner. The goblins kept taunting the poor baby. Suddenly, a goblin ran in and informed Jareth that she was inside the city. He sent his goblins out and left to god knows where. I sat on his throne, lounging in the sun. It was a very nice day for the mood that Jareth was in. Suddenly a voice disrupted me.

“Y/n…?” I looked across the room to see Sarah.

“Damn- you really made it? With half an hour to spare..”

“What are you doing..? Why are you on his throne.. we thought that he took you prisoner.. I can help you.. I can get you home.” I smiled at her generosity.

“Home? Sweetheart, what do you mean?”

“I see you’ve met my queen, Sarah.” Jareth was standing there, eyeing her like prey as she talked to me. Obviously displeased with her wanting to take me away.

“Queen? You’re working with him Y/n? I thought you were a human?”

“Oh? I am.. Jareth is my husband.” I held up my hand, showing off the ring on my finger. Sarah went to look over at Jareth but he was gone.

“I’ve got to go find Toby!” She looked back at me on the throne, a look of pity on her face, as she ran through the stairway. I didn’t follow, I knew the routine, I had done it myself. I knew how this would work, down to the very words she’d say. It didn’t take long for Jareth to return to me, head hung low, a scowl on his face.

I frowned as he walked over, I stood up and let him sit on his throne, placing myself on his lap. I kissed his cheek.

“Bratty girl..” he mumbled.

“Did she insult you?”

He glared, obviously she did. I twirled one of his strands of hair,

“Poor thing.. it’s okay,”

“She insulted you.”

Oh.. oh?

“Me?”

“Yeah. She said you were brainwashed into staying with me… is that true..?”

“Absolutely not.” I spit out, “I love you Jareth. If I didn’t, I would have left a long time ago.”

“Yes.. you’re right. You are the queen after all.” I smiled and kissed him gently, the sun setting.

“It was funny seeing her shocked face.. you should do that more often.” He spoke, surprisingly.

“Anything for you, my love.”

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-Ghoastix

[yuckie-obsessive]

Please no reposting without credit

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

💖 Call me Kie 💖 they/them 💖

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

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

Current obsessions:

Miguel O’Hara (Spiderverse)

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

Borderlands 2 (Handsome Jack)

Youtuber Egos (Antisepticeye and Darkiplier)

Overwatch (Ramattra and Sigma- Galactic Emperor Sigma specifically)

Labyrinth (Jareth the Goblin King)

All the above plus their yandere alterations

Masterlist:

Youtuber Ego Stuff:

Darkiplier x Reader x Antisepticeye

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

Double Trouble (drabble) gn

Darkiplier x Reader

Door (drabble) gn

A Dream? (drabble) gn

Did You Miss Me? (drabble) gn

Just The Start (drabble) gn

For the Best Ending (drabble) gn

Antisepticeye x Reader

Escape Attempt (drabble) gn

Always Finds You (oneshot) female

Let Me Capture You [Masterlist]

Discharged (oneshot) gn

Helping Hands (oneshot) gn

Septic-egos x Reader

Back From The Dead (HC lists) gn

Come Join Us (upcoming) (deciding)

[trash-gobby]

Just a lil' update on current projects

Hey all!!

I just wanted to make an update letting you know where I stand for my writing projects and give you a coherent list of what I'm working on so you know what will be coming out over the course of the year. I have been getting a pretty high volume of mini-fic requests in proportion to headcanons and those take a pretty long time and a lot of energy for me to write, so turning them out is gonna take a while haha.

I want to thank everyone for their patience and put out the titles I'm currently working on that people have sent in and have on my list to get done before I reopen my requests. If your request isn't in this list it's either because it wasn't my thing, was sent in during a period where my asks were closed, violated my "what I don't write" section, or for some reason didn't send (I've been having a few issues with some peoples asks getting through).

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List of Upcoming Ask Content In No Particular Order:

Brahms Scares Reader Attacked By A Stranger (Brahms Heelshire X GN!Reader) - 🧃Anon

Freddy Krueger X Punk Goth TransMasc!Reader - Anon

Black N' Blue Valentine (Harry Warden X GN!Reader) - @nastypuppi

Darkness Is A Stitch Away (Philip K. Decker X Plus Size POC!Reader) - @different4black

Wicked Game (Darkness X Fem!Reader) - @chiara-dm00

Night Moves (Stephen Arden X Fem!Reader) - Anon

Sometimes The Truth Hurts More (Diego Hargreeves X Fem!Reader) - @stupidmenina

Working Title (John Murdoch X Daniel Schreber) - @porthos4ever

A Covert Affair (Xenia Onatopp X James Bond) - @aparliamentofmagpies

Stephen Arden X Fem!Reader - @paranormal-is-my-life

Dating Headcanons Daniel Schreber - Anon

To Melt A Heart Of Iron (Renard X Fem!Reader) - @beyworld101

Joe Willis - NSFW HC's - Anon

A Great Surprise (Pavi Largo X Masc!Reader) - Anon

Just An Average Day In New York (Marcus X Fem!Reader) - @paigerzz

Ali Abdul X Fem!Reader - Anon

A Girl Out Of This World (Palmer X FemAlien!Reader) - Anon :D

Yandere Amon X Non-Bender Fem!Reader - Anon

A New Year's To Remember (Jess Bradford X Masc!Reader) - @lepid0pterans

Dancing With The Night (Jareth The Goblin King X Masc!Reader) - Anon

Abe Sapien X GN!Reader - Anon

Unalaq X GN!Reader - Anon

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Hopefully this puts everyone at ease. I will be out of my current living space for a couple days due to work, so I'll continue working on these once I've gotten back the 9th. I'm sorry for any delays and I hope you guys are all doing well! :D