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Let Me Rule You
Jareth x f.reader
This is Chapter 2 (Wish) | previous chapter Word count: 5.5k (22 pages) Warnings for this chapter: swearing, arguments, blood, use of weapons Key:Y/n= your name | L/n= last name | M/n= mom name |d/n= dog name header image is an oil painting by licieoic
The rest of the day was Y/n spending time in her room reading Labyrinth. She was sprawled lazily on her bed on her back, one of her windows cracked as she felt the warm summer dusk breeze tickle her skin.
She began to feel familiar with the intricate details and made mental comparisons between the novel and the movie. Despite only watching the film once, Y/n felt as though she remembered all of it; it was tattooed in her brain, and she didn't intend to forget it.
Every time she immersed herself in Jareth's dialogue, she couldn't help but hear it in his deep, captivating voice, which sent shivers down her spine as if he was standing right behind her, softly whispering in her ear. She longed for his words from the book to be portrayed in the movie, but reading allowed her to envision Jareth's dialogues in a way that was uniquely her own. It felt like she was directing a personal movie in her mind, one that she never wanted to end.
She was more than halfway through the book when she set it down and grabbed her phone, ignoring the notification on her lock screen. She opened a music app and looked up the Labyrinth soundtrack, scrolling to the song that she couldn't quite resist the most.
She put on her headphones, her left hand in the spot in the book where she left off, and pressed play, allowing the music to electrify her senses like a sudden bolt of lightning.
"How you turn my world into a precious thing…"
His voice trembled with vulnerability and longing, sending a wave of heat rushing down her body. She couldn't help but shut her eyes, savoring the electric sensation as she pictured Jareth in his sleek black leather waistcoat and vibrant red long-sleeved shirt.
"You starve and near exhaust me."
"Everything I've done, I've done for you…"
"I move the stars for no one."
She swallows a lump in her throat. Her eyes began to sting. She allows his evocative voice to seize her senses.
"You've run so long, you've run so far…"
"Your eyes can be so cruel."
As Y/n listened to the melancholic tunes, a sudden rush of excitement overwhelmed her, a feeling she hadn't experienced while listening to a song in a long time.
In her mind's eye, she envisioned Jareth striding towards her, his hand outstretched, offering a crystal ball filled with dreams. She imagined him staring intensely at her with a daring look, his thin lips forming a seductive smirk so captivating that Y/n could swear she felt her body pulsating with anticipation. Her eyes remained fixed on Jareth; her heart seemed to leap into her throat in that instant.
"Just as I can be so cruel."
She found herself unable to pinpoint the exact reason for her attraction. Perhaps it was the juxtaposition of his drowsy yet intense gaze and angular eyebrows accentuating his sly grin, or maybe it was the hypnotic timbre of his voice. His words seemed to caress her like a sudden rush of water trickling down her goosebump ridden skin. She so desperately wanted to open her mouth and shamelessly consume it, letting it drip down the corners of her mouth—into her throat.
"Oh, I do believe in you…"
Y/n started to picture herself reaching for the ball; her focus momentarily fixed. Jareth let it settle into her grasp as he continued to outstretch a gloved hand towards her chin. The leather cool against her skin as he gently caressed it. Y/n draws irresistibly closer, feeling the pulsating between her thighs intensify.
Jareth's thumb traced the curve of her bottom lip with deliberate slowness, igniting a flutter of anticipation within her. She stumbled slightly, finding herself leaning into his embrace, allowing his arm to snake around the small of her waist. The sensation of his breath brushing against her face made her close her eyes in surrender.
Her lips parted further, ready for whatever he was going to give her the minute he started to inch closer....
Y/n was suddenly startled by rapid thumping on the windowpane.
She lifted her head up only to see nothing.
"The hell?" She questioned irritably, for no tree branches barely brushed her window. She huffed and thumped her head against her bed, looking up at the ceiling, disappointed that she'd lost her train of thought. But what wasn't lost was the aching between her thighs.
"Y/n, I would appreciate it if I could get some help around here," her mother called from downstairs sarcastically, "you've been upstairs all day. I've barely seen you."
With an exasperated huff, Y/n rolled out of bed, descending the spiral of dark wooden stairs.
M/n was seen chopping up garlic for a salad; she loved to add garlic to almost every meal because it was healthy. Y/n couldn't stand it.
"Can you chop up the lettuce, please?" M/n requested that the garlic pieces be put into the wooden salad bowl. And what have you been doing all day?"
"Reading," Y/n replied dryly, taking a knife and cutting the lettuce stem.
"What book did you get?" M/n asked, walking over to the fridge and grabbing a cucumber from one of the bottom shelves.
"It's called Labyrinth. It's based on a movie I watched last night."
"So that's what you were doing instead of helping. Stuck on a movie and a book that will do you no good."
"Mom, enough."
"What about your prep for college? Did you sign up for your orientation like you were supposed to?"
"Mom, please, I completed those things weeks ago, and you know that. My orientation isn't until next month!"
"I'm sure there are more things you need to complete." M/n continued grabbing the pieces of lettuce y/n and placing them in the salad bowl. At this point, she was interrogating the poor girl.
"I was only having leisure time, that's all," Y/n replied with slumped shoulders, for she was tired of going back and forth.
"You always have leisure time," M/n shot back, "you don't do anything-"
"Alright, that's enough! I don't wanna hear it anymore!"
M/n stopped her work and turned to Y/n with eyes of fire as if she were about to tear her apart.
"Who are you raising your voice at?" She asked slowly.
“What- I-“ y/n stammered.
"No, no, no," M/n's voice was louder, filling the quiet space of the kitchen; Y/n couldn't help but wince, "Who do you think you're talking to?"
Before Y/n could answer, her mother grabbed her arm so hard, digging her fingertips into her flesh.
"No, you listen to me-" M/n began, her voice plummeting fiercely into Y/n's eardrums.
"No! I'm not going to listen to you. Why? Because I'm an adult, and I am sick and tired of you treating me like a child!" Y/n's voice erupted with anger as she forcefully tore her arm from her mother's grip, surprised at how easily it came free. She stepped back, her chest heaving with frustration and resentment.
"You're never satisfied with me, no matter what I do! All you care about is being 'productive,' but it's just controlling! You expect everyone to think and act the way you do, and when they don't, you act like they're wrong!" Her words sliced through the air like knives, each one laced with years of pent-up frustration and hurt.
Her eyes blazed with defiance, daring her mother to challenge her.
Y/n's mother scoffed dismissively, her tone dripping with condescension. "Y/N, give me a break. I'm not falling for whatever tactic this is anymore. This has gone on for too long, and you need to be more mature. You haven't lifted a finger in days, and your dad isn't even here! All you think about is yourself, and I'm tired of repeating myself over and over again. If you want to be treated like an adult, then start acting like one."
Her words landed like a verbal slap, stoking the fire of Y/n's frustration even further. The accusation of selfishness cut deep, but Y/n refused to back down.
"Oh, for crying out loud, Mom, you've hindered my maturity and growth for however long. You never give me a chance to think about things-"
"I wish you would blame me for the way you turned out. You simply don't think."
"That's because growing up, you always had to think for me," Y/n asserted, taking a deliberate step forward. "The reason my friends are so mature and independent is because their parents leave them the hell alone."
"Do you have to swear, Y/n," M/n's mom questioned, shaking her head, "you bless the devil by doing that."
"Oh no, the devils gonna get me," Y/n mocked, throwing her mother off a bit, "so be it."
Y/n and her mother stood in tense silence, the air thick with unspoken words and simmering tension. M/n's initial surprise shifted into a deep disappointment as she absorbed the gravity of the situation. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she began to nod, her thoughts racing for a response.
"You're grounded; hand me your phone, computer, remote, and that book. We're finished here."
The words landed like a heavy blow to Y/n's chest, each item listed a tangible loss in the sudden turn of events. Her mother's decree was final, leaving no room for negotiation or reconciliation at that moment.
"What-why the book? I haven't even finished it–"
"That's alright. Once you're finished with it, I expect it to be turned in. You won't be seeing it until you're packed for college."
That managed to ease y/n's surging anger, keeping it at bay. But why for so long?
Stinging of tears threatened to spill over. Y/n turned away from her mother without a word and headed upstairs, her steps heavy with the weight of frustration and hurt. She closed the door to her room firmly behind her, shutting out the world and the echoes of their heated exchange.
"Phone, computer, and remote!" Her mom shouted from upstairs.
"Yeah, yeah," Y/n muttered. She took the labyrinth book from her bed and looked over its crimson cover, tracing her thumb and feeling its smoothness. Frustration started to course through her veins, knowing that she wouldn't see it for a while after she'd finished it.
She stacked her laptop and phone on top of her desk, oblivious to the various thumping noises she was making.
She went downstairs, not planning to speak to her mother.
She sets the stack on the counter, ignoring M/n's "thank you."
Y/n was more than halfway through the book, with only 35 pages to go. She wasn't a slow reader; she just wanted to soak in every detail the Labyrinth had to offer, making sure to picture each interaction and character vividly. That's what she loved about books: the ability to visualize and submerge herself into foreign lands better than her own.
Back in her room, she sinks into the plush covers of her bed and continues to delve into the land of the Labyrinth, mentally noting each character individually.
Y/n found herself really liking Sarah's character, especially how she kept her cool through such a complex maze of challenges. She admired Sarah's resourcefulness and how she brought her friends into the mix to boost her chances against Jareth.
What really stood out to Y/n was the depth and detail in the book compared to the movie. It gave her a better understanding of the characters' thoughts and feelings, which she loved analyzing. Getting more insight into Sarah's relationship with her mom was a big plus too—it added a whole new layer of emotion and understanding.
She paid close attention to Jareth and was especially shocked when he kissed Sarah in the ballroom.
"That's weird," Y/n muttered as she thoroughly read the scene, "they didn't kiss in the movie."
"Trust me," Jareth said, moving his face close to hers. "Can you do that?"
"Jesus." Y/n breathed, feeling the tension through the words.
As Y/n delved deeper into the chapter where the Junk Lady attempts to distract Sarah with materialistic temptations, she found herself captivated by the poignant symbolism woven into the narrative.
Y/n looked up from the spot, her hand placed gently on where she stopped, eyes furrowed, and lips parted.
"This is quite literally all a setup. The Labyrinth seems more than a maze full of convoluted riddles and pathways." Y/n pondered as she suddenly stopped reading.
Her thoughts started swirling with the parallels between Sarah's journey in the Labyrinth and her life aboveground. The more she reflected, the more convinced she became that something was orchestrated about Sarah's challenges. No doubt Jareth was behind it all, but there was a tint of something else.
"Hoggle was waiting for her... like he knew she was coming," Y/n murmured, tapping her fingers on the page. She remembered how Sarah encountered helpful creatures at almost every turn — the worm, Ludo, even Sir Didymus. Each encounter seemed almost too conveniently timed as if the Labyrinth itself had a hand in guiding her.
"And those doors," Y/n continued, recalling the puzzling moments in the story. "Sarah guessed the riddle correctly, yet ended up in the same place anyway. And the Bog of Eternal Stench, why didn't Sarah smell bad when she hopped on top of those rocks that emerged from the bog water?"
Without warning, the bedroom door slammed open, and M/n stormed in, her sunglasses perched defiantly on her head and her designer purse swinging with purpose.
"Y/n, I need to run to the store. I forgot things for dinner," she declared tersely, not stopping to acknowledge the disarray of Y/n's room or the drawn curtains she criticized. "This room is a disaster. Why are these curtains shut? Open them and let in some light."
Y/n's irritation simmered as she bit her lip, struggling to hold back a retort. She watched with a knot in her stomach as her mother rifled through drawers, criticizing and rummaging through everything in her path.
"Why are your clothes all crumpled? You just did laundry. Why do you always treat your things so carelessly, Y/n?"
"Bye, Mom."
"No, you'll answer me like an adult."
"Adults don't have to answer everything."
"As long as you're under my roof, you will answer every question I ask."
Y/n met her mother's gaze, silently challenging her to leave.
In response, M/n spun around, yanking out armfuls of clothes and flinging them onto the floor with reckless abandon. Drawer after drawer, she created a chaotic landscape of fabric—shirts, jeans, socks—all strewn across the once pristine floor.
Y/n stood frozen in disbelief, her nerves frayed as the room transformed into a battleground of wills. The sight of her belongings tossed aside like meaningless clutter felt like an assault on her sanctuary.
"All these clothes need to be folded properly," M/n commanded, dumping a final heap of swimwear on the growing pile. "And get rid of anything you don't want."
With that final decree, M/n left without waiting for a response, leaving Y/n to confront the aftermath of her fury.
As the echo of the slamming door reverberated through the house, Y/n abandoned the book, got up from the comfort of her bed, and stood amidst the wreckage.
Her chest was tight with unspoken frustration. And right there the helpless girl crumbled.
She sank onto the floor, overwhelmed by a torrent of emotions and the crushing weight of expectations she couldn't wrap around.
The room seemed to close around her, the mess a physical manifestation of her mother's control.
She shook, hiccuped, and sobbed loudly, feeling utterly overwhelmed and disconnected from everything around her. She could barely feel her knees pressing against her bedroom floor.
The house phone began to ring.
Groaning, Y/n trudged out of her room and to one of the house phones that was sitting snugly on a dresser.
“Hello?” she answered upon picking it up.
“Y/n, can you please put your remote downstairs? I forgot to tell you that I didn’t see it. I’ll see you in thirty minutes.” her mom instructed.
“Yeah.” Y/n answered dismissively.
“Love you, bye.” her mom answered.
Without replying, Y/n hangs up and stomps back to her room.
She walked over to the bed looking for her remote which she knew was submerged in the covers somewhere.
Finally finding it, she grabbed it and turned back to the hefty pile of clothes that were still a heaping mess on the floor. There was one particular pile of clothes that she no longer needed anymore, so she lifted up the small pile.
“I wish the goblins would take mom away,” she plopped the remote on top, “right fucking now.”
She chuckled at her silly joke, deep resentment for her mother continued to rise in her chest.
Y/n descended the stairs with a purpose, tossing the clothes into the familiar "giveaway" box positioned by the garage door. It had become a regular chore for the family, ensuring a steady stream of donations to local centers.
Still clad in her navy blue cami top, gray sweats, and white socks, Y/n ambled into the kitchen, where a neglected salad bowl lay surrounded by remnants of onions, garlic, lettuce, and spring mix. Feeling the pang of hunger, she opted for a quick fix—a frozen bean and rice burrito that she tossed into the microwave.
As the burrito spun, heating up, an unsettling sound reverberated through the house, causing D/n, their faithful companion, to emit a low growl from somewhere distant. Y/n paused, dismissing the noise initially as a stray branch from the backyard trees colliding with a windowpane. She retrieved the now steaming burrito, placing it carefully on a porcelain plate, and relished the first bite—a warm combination of rice, beans, and cheese that elicited a contented hum of pleasure.
But the tranquility shattered as D/n growled again, the thumping sound resuming with increased intensity. Y/n frowned, setting down her half-eaten burrito and swiftly grabbing a knife from the rack near the coffee maker. Though violent incidents were rare in Evansville, her avid consumption of crime shows had prepared her for the possibility of intruders.
With determination etched on her face, she crossed into the living room where the rhythmic thumping persisted that was coming from the large windows. The curtains billowed ominously, threatening to burst with each impact against the glass. D/n stood, tail erect, emitting a series of deep barks and growls that mirrored Y/n's own rising apprehension.
Knife gripped tightly, Y/n cautiously approached the curtains. Her heart raced as an eerie, non-human laugh echoed from her left. She whipped around, knife poised defensively.
"Who's there?" she demanded, her voice wavering slightly despite her attempt to sound resolute.
Another unsettling giggle pierced the air, mingling with the relentless thumping that had now grown even more frenzied.
A shadow darted behind the flatscreen television, prompting D/n to shift its attention. Y/n pivoted, ready to confront the unseen intruder, her senses heightened.
Then, a furry sensation brushed against her leg. Y/n looked down in alarm, locking eyes with a grotesque creature—a snout twisted and burned, with jagged yellow teeth set against dark fur-covered skin. Its height stopped right below her knee.
Instinctively, she kicked it forcefully, sending the creature tumbling backward onto the couch. Before she could recover, another creature emerged from behind the curtain, emitting a shrill, disturbing laugh that chilled her to the bone.
Y/n and D/n sprang into action, darting around the room in a frantic attempt to corner the elusive intruders. They ignored the persistent thumping now audible from the other window, focusing solely on defending their territory.
Not wasting another moment, Y/n retreated to the kitchen counter where her phone, laptop, and remote lay in a neat stack. With the knife tucked securely under her arm, she dialed 911, her fingers trembling.
Before Y/n could press the dial button, a small, gnarled hand seized her phone, startling her into action.
Her eyes widened as she found herself face to face with a goblin.
Its snout was grotesquely twisted, resembling a pig's, with eyes that were oddly close-set and resembled googly eyes, complete with red irises. The creature sported a rusty helmet atop its misshapen head, its eyebrows mere wisps of hair.
Reacting swiftly, Y/n lunged with her knife, stabbing the goblin squarely in the shoulder. It screeched in pain, its voice cracked and shrill.
"Ahh! She gots me, she gots me! Ahh!" The goblin wailed, writhing in agony.
Y/n didn't hesitate, stabbing again, this time aiming for its eye. The creature bellowed in pain once more, its shrill cries echoing in the room.
Unbeknownst to her, another smaller goblin lurked, ready to pounce from behind. But before it could strike, D/n sprang into action, leaping on the creature and pinning it down with a growl.
"This dog, oh!" The goblin grumbled in a low, grimy voice, clearly displeased with its predicament.
Y/n's phone clattered to the floor amidst the chaos. She moved to retrieve it, only for it to be kicked out of sight in the scuffle.
“Fuck!” she cursed seeing it skid over to the further end of the kitchen. Her hand was bloodied from goblin blood and she felt disgusting, but she had to keep fighting.
Y/n was still knelt on the ground and she peered behind her seeing that D/n had trapped the smaller goblin underneath their weight.
Y/n scurried over and yanked the goblin from their grasp.
“Good boy/girl.” she praised throwing the goblin so that it hit the wall with a thump, knocking it unconscious.
Another goblin, a taller, sturdier one, charged to the direction of her phone that was at the other side of the kitchen by the refrigerator.
"No, no, no!" Y/n gasped, sprinting across the room with her bloodied knife clutched tightly. She reached the goblin just as it raised its ax to smash her phone. With a surge of adrenaline, she grabbed the creature by its neck, struggling with its surprising weight as she hoisted it up and flung it forcefully to the far end of the room.
"I guess going to the gym does pay off at times," she muttered to herself wryly, her heart racing from the exertion. She quickly retrieved her phone, stuffing it into her pocket while scanning her surroundings frantically.
Nearby, the unconscious goblin lay sprawled on the floor, her faithful dog, D/n, was engaged in a fierce struggle with the bloodied goblin, and the third goblin staggered to its feet weakly, attempting to regain its composure after being thrown down.
Y/n took a deep breath, bracing herself for whatever might come next. Gripping her knife firmly, she remained on high alert, ready to defend herself against any further threats that dared to invade her home.
“D/n! Come here,” She commanded, and her dog was immediately by her side, “stay by me, okay?”
Y/n and D/n cautiously returned to the living room, the thumping noise still reverberating. Despite her fear, she approached the source of commotion.
With trembling hands, she pulled aside the curtains and was comforted by the sight that made her blood run cold.
A white barn owl, its eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity, was flapping menacingly at the door. Before Y/n could react, the owl launched itself, shattering the window with a thunderous crash and swooping into the room like a missile.
Y/n gasped in horror, shielding her face as glass shards flew in all directions. She stumbled backwards, landing hard on the cold wooden floor. The shards of glass continued to rain down, and despite her efforts to protect herself, Y/n felt the sting of cuts on her forearm, chest, and face. Pain shot through her, but she clutched her knife tightly, ready to defend herself.
The owl, now inside the room, attacked ferociously. It clawed at Y/n's arms, slapped her with its wings, and tangled its feathers in her hair. Y/n fought back desperately, swinging her knife blindly until the owl finally retreated, leaving her shaken.
As the chaos settled, Y/n slowly rose to her feet, D/n watching her with concern. She gripped the knife tightly, scanning the shattered room. Bile rose in her throat and tears started stinging her eyes once more.
"Mom's gonna fucking kill me," she muttered bitterly, her voice wavering with emotion, “shit.”
"You won't have to worry about that," a voice said, cutting through the tense silence.
Y/n gasped and turned to the direction of the voice.
Leaning against the unshattered window stood a tall, lithe figure, glittering specks scattered at his feet. His black leather boots complemented black tights, and he wore a ruffled black undershirt with a deep vee, topped by a black half corset adorned with intricate designs and buckles. A long, flowing cape draped gracefully to the ground.
She took in his face, noting the striking sharpness of his features. High cheekbones and an angled chin were framed by a wild, tousled mane of blond hair.
"So, this is the thanks I get?" he remarked, his voice laced with bitterness and amusement.
He studied Y/n’s face, dewy with sweat and marked by blood splotches near her eyebrow and upper cheekbone. Her wet lips were parted, and eyes were challenging. His mismatched eyes swiftly scanned her body, noting the strap of the navy blue cami top slipping off her sweaty shoulder. Y/n’s entire body glistened with sweat, a trickle of blood tracing down her pristine chest as it heaved harshly.
"Who the hell are you?" Y/n demanded, though she already had a sinking feeling she knew the answer.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" he replied in a haughty manner, the corners of his mouth twitched.
"Why are you here?" she pressed, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and defiance.
"Why do you insist on asking questions you already know the answers to?" he retorted, his mismatched eyes glinting with an unsettling intensity.
“This must be a dream or something,” y/n breathed, “because there’s no way David Bowie is in my house right now.”
The male furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at her joke, “what?”
“David Bowie…” Y/n repeated slowly, “are you not…?”
“I don’t know who this Dave Bowel you speak of.”
“Jeez, have some respect for the dead..”
“My condolences.” Jareth replied dryly.
Y/n kissed her teeth, Jareth sarcasm was really on a roll this evening.
Jareth points behind her, “Look there.”
Y/n turned around only to be faced by a clean and ordered room. All of the shards of glass vanished and the window is back in its place.
“You’re free now to do whatever you please.”
“I’m free?” Y/n asked, tilting her head slightly.
“Forget about your mother.”
The knife that was once in Y/n’s hand fell onto the floor with a loud clunk.
“You took my mother?” She said in disbelief.
“Isn’t that what you asked for?” Jareth said with a raised brow, for he found Y/n’s reaction quite amusing.
“But—wait—I was kidding!”
“Were you now?”
“Yes. I won’t say anything like that again I promise! Just please bring my mom back.”
Jareth made his way closer to Y/n until he was only a breath away, their eyes locking like old foes reunited in a clash of wills.
“What comes out of your mouth, Y/n,” he murmured, his voice a dangerous whisper. He outstretched his gloved hand, his fingers grazing her chest, “contradicts the desires of your heart.”
A shiver ran through Y/n at his touch, her breath hitching as she found herself unable to break free from the intensity of his gaze, which bore into her with a fierce and unsettling determination.
“Please.” She whispered.
"Please what?" He trailed his fingers to her jaw, smoothing his thumb along her chin with a maddening slowness.
This touch was more electrifying than she had ever envisioned, sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine.
"I'm sure this feels very familiar to you, Y/n," he said slyly, his voice dripping with mischief and unspoken promises.
"What are you-"
"Save the absurd questions for another time," he cut in, his thumb gliding from the curve of her chin to the base of her swollen lips, lingering there with deliberate pressure.
Heat ignited between Y/n's legs once again, more intense and insistent than before.
"There won't be another time," she hissed, tearing her head away hastily, her gaze burning with defiance even as her body betrayed her.
“You are seriously fucked in the head for seducing me into forgetting my own mom.”
“It doesn’t take much to do that.” Jareth retorted in a matter of fact tone.
“Don’t act like you know me. I’m not Sarah!” She spat.
Jarerh’s expression dropped, he irritably sighed, “No you're not,” he regained his composure right then and there, “but you’re just like every other teenage girl.”
“How would you know that?”
“I know the desires of your heart.”
“Like hell you do.”
“Sarah was not the only one who ran my labyrinth.” His voice ran cold suddenly.
“But she was the only one who conquered it.” He finished.
Their eyes stayed locked, and for a long moment, the air between them crackled with electric tension. Neither was willing to back down, both poised on the edge of something inevitable.
“Sometimes I wonder who will be the next conqueror,” Jareth murmured, his voice low and suggestive, his gaze burning into Y/n's.
“So you're suggesting I run the labyrinth to save my mom?” She asked, her voice carrying a challenge of its own.
Jareth smirked.
"Alright," Y/n challenged, bending down to pick up her knife. She flipped it in the air and caught it perfectly. "I'll do it. But don't expect me to give up easily."
"You stabbing and flinging my subjects around proves enough," Jareth replied, looking down at his arm and mockingly brushing it with his hand. "Nearly chopped my wing off with that knife. You are a bold thing." He chuckled, his eyes dancing with amusement as he looked back up at her.
"Alright, save it. Where's the Labyrinth?" Y/n pushed irritably, her patience wearing thin.
“Such haste won’t get you anywhere.” Jareth replied.
“But I already know the rules, I’ve watched the movie, I have thirteen hours to solve or my mom will turn into a goblin.” She recited.
Jareth furrowed her eyebrows once more, “Movie?”
Y/n waved her hand dismissively, “Never mind.”
“You’ve read the book. That’s how you know.”
“Uh yeah.” Y/n then started to wonder if Jareth even knew what a movie was.
"But since you're so confident," Jareth started, circling her slowly, his eyes never leaving her, "I'll give you ten hours."
"You can't just do that!" Y/n protested, incredulous at the arbitrary time limit.
"It is my labyrinth where I can do what I please," Jareth replied nonchalantly, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of challenge and amusement.
"But I never said I was confident; I said I wouldn't give up. There's a difference between determination and cockiness," Y/n retorted, meeting Jareth's challenging gaze head-on.
Jareth's expression tightened, and he took a sharp breath, his stance growing tense as he ceased his circling. Silently, he gestured behind Y/n. Turning, she faced the once shattered window, now revealing the ominous maze of the labyrinth, with the castle looming in the distance like a coveted prize.
"Looks challenging doesn’t it?" Jareth taunted, leaning close to her ear, his breath tickling the nape of her neck.
"Ten hours. That's all you've left me," Y/n huffed bitterly.
Jareth snorted, his demeanor shifting as he backed away from her. "I'm simply treating you as you wish to be treated," he countered.
Turning to face him, Y/n's eyes narrowed. "And how is that?" she challenged, bracing herself for his next barb.
"Like an adult," he shot back, his voice slicing through the tense silence like a blade.
Y/n fought to maintain her composure, her heart racing at his words.
"Such a pity," Jareth added, his tone cold and cutting.
Ignoring his provocations, Y/n began to stride forward, only to halt abruptly.
"My dog," she exclaimed, looking back, but Jareth had vanished.
From behind a nearby tree emerged D/n, wagging their tail in greeting.
"D/n!" Y/n exclaimed joyfully, scooping up her furry companion in a tight embrace.
"Ten hours," Jareth's voice echoed ominously.
Startled by his sudden reappearance through his voice alone, Y/n quickly rose to her feet and proceeded down the sloping path towards the labyrinth's entrance.
"Let's do this."
#jareth x reader#jareth#david bowie#labyrinth movie#labyrinth#jareth the goblin king#crush#fantasy#jareth fanfiction#fanfiction#ao3 fanfic#y/n#the goblin king#labyrinth 1986
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Incubus Castiel fics I love @leatafandom
[edited] These very funny despite a lot of sex due to incubus feeding off sexual energy or their soul. They also all have happy endings. The worlds are very thought out and details.
Rated: E
Summary: When Dean accidentally stepped on a bird’s wing, he thought he was doing a good deed by bringing it home to take care of it. The next morning, he inexplicably wakes up next to a hot naked guy with horns and wings. Well, that’s just Winchester luck for you.
Rated: E
Summary: Dean didn't think he'd be working towards a university degree at the age of thirty, but here he is doing it. Between full time school and his full time job as a mechanic, he doesn't have time for anything other than keeping his nose to the grindstone.
Enter Cas, an accidentally summoned incubus who is determined to, uh, help Dean relax.
Rated: E
Summary: Dean is a Warlock. A very very drunk Warlock. Oh, and a horny Warlock.
Hey, he knows how to summon a succubus!
He should totally do that. Hell yeah! Guaranteed hot sex!
Except that spellcasting while drunk is a Very Bad Idea. He's just too drunk to remember that.
#incubus Castiel#Dean AU#dean winchester#supernatural#spn#deancas#casdean#warlock#laptop#destiel#sam winchester#support character
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Hello! I was wondering if you’ve got good TenRose AUs to recommend???? Any rating, any theme. I just need a treat. It would be really appreciated! Thanks. ♥︎
Absolutely! I usually don’t have a TON of AUs but the ones I have I reread a lot. I will say, these are only the ones I have downloaded to my phone so there are a LOT of other great ones over on AO3 that aren’t downloaded!
Perfect Match by HiddenTreasures (lastbluetardis) - “James grew up hearing the legends of soulmates. How two—or three or four or however many—people could find each other by writing messages to each other on their skin, and he spent much of his time imagining himself with a soulmate, someone who would be his perfect match.”
Little Gallifrey by Endelda & LicieOIC - “Little Gallifrey is a popular London restaurant, owned and led by the Doctor, who runs front of house and creates all the recipes. Rose Tyler is a regular patron who has become more of a friend after all her visits, who puts up with the Doctor's whinging that his favorite food critic, Bad Wolf, has never come to his restaurant. Or, he *thinks* she hasn't.”
In The Clouds by braveten - “When their flight is delayed for seven expectingly tedious hours, John Noble and Rose Tyler make some light conversation that develops into quite a bit more.”
The Undeveloped Story by rudennotgingr - “Following the insistent advice of his therapist, James signs up for a book club in an effort to be more social. That's where he meets Rose, changing his outlook on life from day one.”
I Won’t Blame You by rudennotgingr - “After a night of too much drinking, James wakes up to find someone sharing his bed.”
There’s plenty more but these are the first that come to mind! Enjoy!
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Matt Smith in Nightmare in Silver: Art by licieoic
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Yes I have several. Mainly anything written or podficced by: litrapod (litra)
Annie D (scaramouche)
InkedCatLady
Aleandri
NorthernSparrow
bendingsignpost
TalesFromPerdition
MissAnnThropic
GoLBPodfics (GodOfLaundryBaskets)
cas_tielle
EosRose
bunnymaccool
BobWess
Darynidia
opal_bullets
ImYourHoneyBee
Tenoko1
TessEtc
NerdyNerdenstein
EllenOfOz
seperis (OF COURSE!)
FayJay
badfinch (Badfinch1)
Astomera
LazarusRose
Lottiethroughthelookingglass
entanglednow
fleeceframe
sharkfish
exmanhater
oselle
sobsicles
biggaybenny
ozonecologne
wiseoldowl72
strangeandcharm
BexTra
tracy_loo_who
RosaleenBan
KD reads (KDHeart)
Redamber79
graceonastring
QueerBluebird
jemariel
icarus_chained
Castiel_Left_His_Mark_On_Me
Jaistiel
Baylor
Amelia_Clark
Liannabob
orphan_account
Castielslostwings
ForeverShippingJohnlock
Lyconite
icaruspendragon
aishitara
Desirae
chemm80
whit merule (whit_merule)
painted_pain
saltnhalo
kalakirya
imogenbynight
gravelly
maplewix (orphan_account)
MalMuses
WinJennster
Ltleflrt
chevrolangels
dothraki_shieldmaiden
bexgowen
chaoticdean
dodificus
SoftShineyThing
LicieOIC
rageprufrock
Aria_Lerendeair
fionasank
All these are on my favorite creators list. They have embedded themselves and their works in my soul and I love them all and will sing their praises forever!
has anyone else ever had a fanfic that just... haunts them? like it's been months and maybe even years since you read it, but it just lingers with you and you can never truly leave behind the imprint it made on you? and maybe it's just a single line, one sentence that you can't shake off, that takes up residence in your mind and stays there, feeding into your psyche and subtly influencing your brainspace and maybe even your writing or other works?
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"Cozy Kisses" - Digital Oil Painting
I wanted to paint something cozy and sweet.
Please see the pinned post at the top of my Tumblr for my links if you'd like to help support me in saving for a safe place to live!
#cozy kisses#spncreatorsdaily#supernatural#supernatural fanart#spn#spn fanart#spn cast#spn fandom#destiel#destiel fanart#deancas#deancas fanart#dean x castiel#dean winchester#castiel#jensen ackles#misha collins#digital oil painting#licieoic paints
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Chapters: 27/27 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, John Winchester, Sam Winchester, Crowley (Supernatural), Meg Masters, God | Chuck Shurley, Cain (Supernatural), Colette Mullen, Jack Kline, Lee Webb, Bela Talbot, Anna Milton, Ed Zeddmore, Kevin Tran, Rowena MacLeod, Balthazar (Supernatural), Michael (Supernatural), Lucifer (Supernatural), Raphael (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Zachariah (Supernatural), Naomi (Supernatural), Aaron Bass, Harry Spangler Additional Tags: Rape/Non-con Elements, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied Whump, Dubious Consent, Consent Issues, Explicit Sexual Content, Omega Verse, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean Winchester, Alpha Castiel (Supernatural), Omega Dean Winchester, Alternate Universe - Actors, Actors, Canon Rewrite, John Winchester Not Being an Asshole, John Winchester Tries, Caring John Winchester, Dean Winchester in Denial, Misunderstandings, Dean Winchester Needs to Use Actual Words, Switching, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Alcohol, Explicit Language, Blackmail, Sexual Harassment, lying, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Referenced Whump, Possessive Behavior, Protectiveness, Scenting, Scentmarking, Cuddling & Snuggling, Knotting, Biting, Mating Bites, Mating, Oral Sex, Wall Sex, Closet Sex, Couch Sex, Car Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Play, Rimming, Anal Plug, Dirty Talk, Multiple Orgasms, BDSM, Dom/sub, Toxic Dominant Naomi, Forced Submission, Past Abuse, Enforced separation, Minor Violence, Non-Graphic Violence, Roleplay, Teacher/Student Roleplay, Age Play, Food Sex, Panty Kink, Praise Kink, Bondage, Nipple Play, Spanking, Collars, Orgasm Control, Self-Lubrication, presenting, Deep Throating, Cockwarming, Come Swallowing, Masturbation, Boypussy, Female Alpha Penis, Breeding Kink, induced heat, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Coming Out, Mpreg, Sort of Anti-Wincest (if you squint), Inspired by Manga, Outdoor Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Angry Sex, Break-up sex, motel sex, 69 (Sex Position), Costumes, Costume Kink, Fingering, Destiel Omegaverse Big Bang (Supernatural), Embedded Images Summary:
Omega actor Dean Winchester plays Sebastian Colt on the show “Metaphysical” but the popularity of the show is waning as its second season comes to a close. Alpha Castiel Novak is hired to be Dean’s new co-star and he shakes up a whole lot more than the narrative.
Or, the author is very, very petty and decided to write things the way she wants, and also, it’s set in the Omegaverse.
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural, Fairy Tales & Related Fandoms, De vilde Svaner | The Wild Swans - Hans Christian Andersen Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel Additional Tags: Suptober 2020 (Supernatural), Suptober (Supernatural), Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Fairy Tale Summary:
Sir Dean Winchester is Prince Castiel's personal knight/bodyguard. He's the youngest of seven princes who were just recently released from a spell that had turned them all into swans. The incomplete cure has left Castiel with only one working arm, the other he keeps swathed in a shawl. It doesn't matter to Dean. He's already smitten.
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#doctor who#10th doctor#tenth doctor#astrid peth#voyage of the damned#kylie minogue#dannii minogue#titanic#nuwho
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So, incubus Cas who was shifted into a bird and Dean who stepped on him accidentally. Dean was born under a shooting star and is cursed, sort of.
It is so good because Cas keeps trying to stop others from feeding on Dean’s amazing luck or something. Cas’ reactions are awesome, truly!
Cas has gorgeous wings. This bird is beautiful on the top of chapter 1. Go look.
I absolute love @licieoic fics and this one is just wonderful. It’s one of the first ones I read and couldn’t put their writing down. ❤️
#supernatural#dean winchester#castiel#destiel#spn#deancas#casdean#must read#fishing for treasures#spnfanficpond#incubus cas
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So, all week long I was trying to find a nice holiday inspired fic to recommend - something that was full of mirth, a bit of whimsy and maybe some well-placed mistletoe, but you know what? I don’t really celebrate Christmas anymore, so fuck it, it’s just another weekend for me.
That being said however, instead of going with the angsty, tearjerking, monster of the week fic I’ve been eyeing, at the last moment (ie, this morning) I went with a fic that brings me loads and loads of joy and loads and loads of warm feelings. So yeah, this Grinch has softened just a wee bit.
This week’s fic is one my favorites because it has 1) a two person love triangle done exactly fucking right and 2) it includes baker! Dean and baker! Cas and god damn, that gets my serotonin levels on the rise (like a good bread, har har, oh god, shoot me) It’s also a fic that is roughly based on The Shop Around the Corner (one of my favorite Christmas films to indulge in, I have to admit, you might know it as You’ve Got Mail).
The Way to a Man’s Heart by LicieOIC (@licieoic)
Summary:
In a fictional version of Lebanon, KS - Dean owns The Piehole which he runs with his brother, Sam. Castiel works at a rival bakery, Your Daily Bread. They meet anonymously over the internet. Sparks fly.
I love this fic- it’s, dare I say it, it’s charming. It’s fluffy, but not saccharine, funny, but has serious notes. It’s an honest to God wonderful love-story that makes you believe in romance again.
Dean is wonderfully the stable one here - at home with himself (although he still has freak-outs because hey, it’s Dean) and his sexuality, it is like a breath of fresh air to read here. It’s Cas, this time around that has some issues- raised in a strict Christian family, his father Chuck is a cruel task master and makes Castiel doubt everything good about himself. He is a dutiful son but his friendship with Pieman (Dean) soon has him questioning everything….
The two get to know each other via letters and Castiel’s awkwardness only endears himself to our Dean, who can’t help but feel things about the other baker the more they get to know one another. I actually laughed out loud to many of their exchanges and good lord, that puts the warmth back in my heart.
Sam is on point in this and the exchanges between him and Dean are so perfectly brotherly, you’ll laugh at loud, too. Supportive, yet not willing to concede anything to his brother, as a side character, Sam really shines here. So too, Gabriel for Castiel, although to a lesser extent, since it’s told from Dean’s perspective. But as we delve into Castiel’s harsh family life and Dean figures out that his email friend is Cas, we are swept along into their story gently yet lovingly. You really start to root for Cas - for him to figure himself out - for him to truly let himself be free with his wants and his heart - Team Free Will, indeed.
The double relationship for our boys in this story is perfectly executed - you’ll love their letters and their communications as Pieman & Angelcakes - and you’ll love when they are together as just Dean and Cas. And the smut, when it finally happens? *fans self* It’s good. It is OH SO GOOD.
So, just in case you’re like me, not doing much for the holidays and have time to kill OR you just need a lovely world to disappear into to escape your own family issues, please consider reading The Way to a Man’s Heart. You won’t be disappointed, and it will definitely put a big stupid grin on your face, in the best way possible. Five out of Five Bees: 🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝
Ps. Oh, did I mention? There’s art.
omg it’s FAN FICTION FRIDAY
Reblog and promote a fic of yours <3
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