#yandere jareth

[sierracolorstheworldofwords]

The lonely king - chapter three

The room was so dark it was an oubliette. Light squeezed in through a gap in the torn curtains, and you could see the silhouettes of clutter around the room. Stumbling, you managed to open the curtains and cursed your luck. Dust coated the walls, cobwebs hung on the corners of the ceiling, and of course, there wasn’t a ceiling supply in sight.

Of course, the room was two fucking stories. Even worse, the stairs were littered with shit.

Wading your way through the hoard, you managed to get to the bathroom. Light squeezed in through a circular, dust covered window. With a sigh, you pushed through more random brick-a-brack– old dolls, a random sock, and other things you couldn’t begin to name– and turned on the water. Brown sludge oozed into the iron claw tub and you held back a gag, waiting for the water to run clear. As soon as it did, you grabbed your pocket knife and cut your sweater into a crop top, dipping the makeshift rag into the water.

Then, you wiped a layer of dust from the window.

Well, it was a start.

Just as you started of course, the goblins invaded the bathroom like an invasive wasp species. They crowded the tiny room, climbing on top of the walls, swinging on a chandelier– who puts a fucking chandelier in the bathroom?-- and somehow bounced off the damn walls! You grabbed the nearest one by the collar and opened the window, tossing him out.

You went back to wiping the window, and as you did, a tiny goblin climbed into the sink. To be frank, you couldn’t tell if the guy was trying to break dance or possibly having a seizure. Sweat gathered at your brow, and you wiped it. The window was clean. You bent down to wipe the tub. All you had to do was keep going. Start small. Then get bigger. A goblin glanced at the tub, meeting your eyes. He then dumped a bucket of sludge into it.

You turned on the shower and shot him with water, before rinsing the crap away. After that, you filled the bathtub to the brim with hot water.

The next few hours divulged into frantic, sweaty madness, yet somehow, you grew a rhythm within it– every few minutes, you’d corner a goblin, load them with trash, and then toss them out the window. It all merged into a sort of music, the sound of your frantic heartbeat, your desperation and the scattering of your footsteps. You melted into it, burned into it, ignoring the ache in your muscles and the throb of your knuckles. You made do. Old bars of soap cleansed the toilet, the tile, the sink, and as soon as the bathroom was clean, the goblins ignored it.

Now, they were jumping like monkeys on the bed.

Paying them no mind, you pulled out old soap you found in the cabinet and dropped it into the now empty tub, filling it with water once more. As soon as that was done, you jumped into the rhythm again. You were used to chaos– working your job certainly didn’t help. The life you had lived thus far certainly didn’t help. It seemed as if that was all life was– a continuous, swirling, twisting steam of chaos.

“My, my, my, look at you!”

The goblins stilled. You didn’t. Even as he cleared his throat.

Instead, in the long awkward silence of the fae’s arrival, you’d grabbed a goblin by the arm, filled her shirt with trash, and tossed her out the window. She lay on the ground for a moment, dazed as her body popped itself back together, and then ran off. The strange man, if you could call him that, stared as you dusted off your hands and wiped your brow. He strutted towards the window like a proud peacock and looked down at his kingdom in satisfaction. You didn’t join him.

“I'd forgotten how pretty the view is from here,” he murmured, before sighing, “what a pity I won't be able to enjoy it! This room will be far too messy for my liking!” The goblins watched him. He rolled his eyes and turned to his subjects, gesturing, “Well? What are you all standing around for? Do what you're good at and cause a ruckus!”

It was as if the bubble of quiet popped, unleashing the hoard, and he smirked at you. You grabbed the nearest one, tied a pair of old shoes to his waist, and threw him out. You then looked at the others, hands on your hips.

“I want a pair of shoes.” one said.

“Yeah, everyone’s gettin free stuff. I want free stuff.”

“It’s trash,” you replied.

“SOMEONE GOT SOMETHIN GLITTERY!” One yelled, throwing their arms in the air, shaking with excitement, “AND I WANTS SOMETHING GLITTERY!”

“Yeah! So do I!”

“Me too!”

Their teeth sharpened, and their voices hissed, and maniacal laughter came from them. The Goblin King stood, tall and proud behind them, doing nothing. Not playing fair. That’s how it’d been all your life. People around you held all the cards while you held none, but you knew that in order to play this game, you didn’t need cards.

You just needed to be smart.

“I have glittery lip gloss.” you said, plucking the tube from your pocket, before swatching it on your hand, showing it to them, “It’s for your lips. Do you want some?”

They nodded eagerly.

You nodded, “Well, I'm thinking of tossing it out. I don't really need it, you know.”

They gasped, others shook with unhinged excitement. You looked towards the strange man, before looking out the window, watching goblins flock by. Clearly, that's what they were, and it was obvious he was their king. Just like it was obvious they were groupies for him– and here you were, surrounded by all of his abandoned stuff!

You held up the tube, and it caught the sunlight perfectly, casting holographic rainbows around the room, highlighting the glitter inside.

“Don't you want to be just like your king?” You asked, “he clearly likes glitter.”

They nodded.

“But you know what would be even better? If you gave this to him! It's brand new! I haven’t even gotten to use it yet! Can you believe it?”

They started to froth at the mouth now, looming closer. Some growled, others grunted, and your heart squeezed. They came closer, closer.

“Don't you want to give it to him?”

“Yes! Yes!” They called in unison, eyes glimmering like rubies, voices like hisses and animal calls, “yes! Yes! Something glittery for our king!”

“Then you better go fetch it!” You yelled, throwing it out the window.

They gasped, before all of them jumped out the window, diving after it. The others outside caught a glimpse of it, and dove after it. The goblins crowded around the lip gloss, tossing it, grabbing it, and the Goblin King watched, mouth agape, as they did.

He scoffed, “Clever.”

You grinned and dusted off your hands. He sent you another sneer.

“I'd keep cleaning, if i were you, it’d be a pity for your work to go to waste– it'd be even worse if you didn't finish on time,” he sent you a mock frown, summoning a clock, “remember, human, that time is short!”

He glared at the goblins outside.

“Just like my patience!” he muttered, before stomping off, leaving you alone.

You didn’t waste time trying to figure out what he felt, or risking his wrath. Instead, you continued on, picking up old trash, and setting aside sparkly things to throw outside to the goblins.

You also found, of all things, a rusted bucket. With a grin, you went to the bathroom and filled it with soap and water, scrubbing the floor like your life depended on it.

The Goblin King came back of course. He glared at you. Then, he glared at the room, trying his best to not look surprised.

“I ought to throw you into the bog of stench for all the chaos you've caused!”

You said nothing, and instead kept working on tying an old bristle brush to a hockey stick you found. You looked down at your laceless sneakers. This was worth it. Just a chance. Just a chance at having something that was yours, at having that quiet you always longed for, where for once, the world turned off.

“All the trouble!” The Goblin King wailed, “All the strife! I’m at my wits end! Look outside, you cretin! Look at all those goblins! Fighting over– gods, I don’t even know what they’re fighting over now!”

You tied the brush to the hockey stick, nodding in satisfaction. Then, you looked outside, to where the goblins crawled on top of each other. One screamed, before bashing another one upside the head with a chair.

“I think it’s a windchime,” you muttered.

He went towards the window and sighed like a dying man. He glared at you. He sneered. Why, he even glowered, but you were too busy sweeping the floor to notice. With a roll of his eyes, he continued brooding.

Somehow, the first floor got cleaned. The bed was made, the floor was swept, and even better, it shone! Somehow, even the stairs got cleaned, and as you marched up them, you couldn’t help the grin you wore. You had a chance, a chance. A stupid, single chance.

The first thing you did when you got to the other floor was draw back the curtains, revealing glittery trinkets. You grinned, and plucked one from the floor. If you had the time, you would’ve untangled the crystals, but instead, you opened the window.

“Yoohoo!” You called, waving what seemed the trinket in the air.

The goblins froze. They stared at it.

You threw it out the window and watched the stampede unfold again. You held back laughter as you heard a cry of anguish come from downstairs.

“It's just a damned trinket!” The Goblin King cried, “I hated that damn thing!”

You let him yell as you collected a pile of shiny things to throw.

Hours passed, and whenever he tried to distract you, you simply ignored him. When it got too quiet, you threw something shiny out the window, and relished in the way his majesty desperately tried to control it all.

He barely managed to distract you anymore. He was too busy running around, yelling at goblins, yelling out the window, going to the kitchen for a cup of tea, and then proceeding to repeat the process three to five times before standing around and glaring at you.

Soon enough, though, the glowering turned into a smirk, and his eyes shimmered in excitement. You worked faster, throwing out more things, scrubbing the floors, dusting the shelves, organizing, reorganizing, and feeling some semblance of victory as his smirk stilted. You ran down the stairs to scrub the tub, and ran around the room as The Goblin King pulled out a clock, watching you. The clock ticked, louder and louder, and your heart raced more and more. You rushed up and down the steps, putting things away, dusting off things, making last minute adjustments until– you heard it.

A gong that rumbled so loud it reverberated around the castle and bounced in your skull. You sank to the floor, panting as he inspected the room. Stomping around, he opened up the closets and drawers, groaning and moaning. You color coded everything! Separated the seasonal clothes! What did he think? What did it mean? He clamored up the steps and you listened to him rummage through the bookshelves. You alphabetized everything! Even organized it by genre and dates published!

There had to be something you missed.

You laid down on the cool, clean floor, not noticing his majesty coming down the stairs, and even worse, you didn’t pay attention to the scowl on his face. Surely, after all the ruckus you caused, all the chaos, there had to be something you missed! He couldn’t even thwart your attempts because you.. You cheated! He clomped to his childhood vanity, and ran a finger across the aged wood. Clean. Spotless. You even got the knick knacks dusted. He squinted at his old quilt, his old canopy– clean! Clean, somehow, clean!

The room looked like how he remembered it. You even managed to find a button to sew on his old childhood toy. A stuffed owl he used to carry around everywhere. He named it Jareth.

"You did it," he said.

"Of course I did!" You gasped, "And now, you're going to hire me!"

He pursed his lips in response, noting the cobwebs in your hair. You were utterly pathetic, really, like a bug, yet you somehow managed to cheat, and even worse, you dared to glare at him. He tilted his head, tapping his chin. What harm could you do, really? You just got lucky.

"I cleaned it!: you cried, “Everything! Look at the ceiling, at the floor! I got the vanity, the closet–"

"Where is everything?"

"The junk? Goblins. Either that, or it’s been organized!”

He hummed in response, and turned towards his bed again. For a moment, he felt a goblin kissing his head goodnight as he held that silly owl to his chest. For a moment, he couldn’t hear you panting, nor the goblins fighting outside, but just the quiet warmth of a summer evening.

When was the last time he had been in a room within his castle and felt that?

"You're hired." He then casually looked at you, before pulling a golden necklace out of the air, coated in emeralds, along with a pearl necklace and threw it at you, "Here is your payment."

Your eyes widened.

That wasn't a part of the deal, but like a greedy goblin, you reached for the jewelry anyway.

"You start tomorrow."

After mentally going over your work schedule, you nodded. You could make it work. He leaned over you, hands still on his hips.

"You shall be at that circle at dawn's first light. Any earlier, and I will let you go. Any later, and you can forget about a job."

You nodded, "I'll see you tomorrow morning."

You came right on time the next day. He gave you the same time, of course– thirteen hours, this time with cleaning supplies and a small chaotic horde of goblins. Though, they quickly scurried when you threatened to use them as a broom.

Soon enough, time passed, and after a quick inspection of the rooms you cleaned, you were given your reward with an order to come back tomorrow.

As you drove home, you noticed the sun was high in the sky. You gripped the steering wheel and looked at the pile of gold and jewels resting in your seat.

Your jaw set. You made your choice. You had to live with it now.

Pulling to the side of the road, you looked up the nearest pawn shop and drove straight to it.

You came out of it with an entire month's worth of groceries in your pocket.

[kiame-sama]

The Far Castle Beyond- (yandere!Jareth x Reader)

Warnings; yandere, stressful situations, labyrinth, owls, fae, goblins, hopeless situations, darkness, fatalist humor, tears, fear, dark humor, adult themes, kidnapping,

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"I'm going to die here..."

This was the only thing you could think as you stood looking around yourself. It seemed like every direction only had more of the damnable labyrinth as far as you could see. Even standing on the rim of a nearby fountain did little to help you get a decent vantage point.

You had woken up in a place you didn't recognize, surrounded by what seemed to be a constantly changing labyrinth. From the moment you pulled yourself to your feet to the moment you passed by something for what felt like the fifth time, you had been lost. Nothing made sense and you didn't even remember why you were there or how you came to be there.

A sudden rustling sound startled you, making you spin on your heel to face whatever beast came to claim you. Where you expected gleaming eyes and flashing fangs, instead you found an owl staring intently at your surprised form. It was a relief to see at least one creature you recognized even if the situation you were in was far from normal.

"Oh, you scared me!"

You sighed, examininging at the owl that sat silently atop the inactive fountain, deep black eyes reflecting back at you. The face of the owl was a very light off-white tan, shaped almost like a heart set into golden and copper colored feathers. From what you could tell, it looked like a barn owl, though you were not going to bet on anything being as it seemed in the winding trails of hedges and stone walls.

"Are you stuck here too?"

The question was asked idly as you really didn't expect an answer from the feathered hunter that continued to stare. A kind of wisdom seemed to be hidden beneath the deep black orbs that glinted in the dark at you, almost feeling as if the creature were judging you. For all you knew, it could have been.

"To be honest," you let out a defeated sigh and sat on the fountain basin, "I have no idea where I am. I woke up here and it... It's been a nightmare ever since."

You rubbed at your eyes and finally felt the full gravity of the situation weigh on your mind. Ever since you awoke in the strange place, you could find no exit and no clear information that could aid you in figuring out where you were. Not to mention you still didn't trust any water that you came across, only seeing murky and uncertain liquid that you figured was filled with parasites.

After so much time spent wandering the ever-changing paths with no sight of food, water, or other sentient beings, you were ready to give up.

"What I wouldn't give to have a quenching drink, a hearty meal, and a comfortable bed to cuddle down into..."

You wistfully sighed and rest your chin on the heel of your hand, your stomach whining at you impatiently. Even if there were some creatures that didn't try to immediately kill you, you still felt as if nothing was as docile as it appeared. Even the owl- which had yet to move from the perch or make a sound- was likely some beast in disguise, just waiting for you to let your guard down.

"You know what? I think I'm just going to lay here until I die."

To your surprise, the owl let out a screeching sound that almost sounded displeased. You couldn't stop the short chuckle that escaped you in response to the pointed sound. Some part of your brain realized the owl was likely making noise due to some other reason, but you entertained the idea that the feathered sentinel did understand what you said in some way.

"What? You don't like that idea?"

The quiet noise of amusement bubbled from you and you wondered if there was any point in continuing. So far you had found no exits and no hope for ever escaping the winding paths that led you in circles. There truly wasn't much you could do in the situation you found yourself in.

"The only other idea I have is drowning myself in the fountain to spare the suffering I would endure wasting away on the ground."

The owl again let out a displeased screech at you, a wry smile pulling at your lips. It was almost too easy to imagine the owl arguing with your less than positive outlook and plans while being trapped in the Labyrinth. To some degree, the owl was the first creature that had not tried to touch or harm you in some way. Even those fire beasts that seemed friendly at first were less than friendly when you tried to leave them. Other than the owl, everything in the labyrinth had been dangerous in some way

"Don't like that one either? Well, I'm plum out of ideas, and I don't hear you offering any alternatives."

You stifled a chuckle, standing and putting your hands on your hips to playfully chastise the owl for the perceived lack of input. It ruffled its feathers as if indignant at the suggestion it was no help. A soft sigh left your lips as you laughed in a quiet jeer at yourself, turning back and muttering your thoughts out loud.

"And here I am, talking to an owl that probably is wondering who this crazy person is that's talking to it. Right."

Your tone had dropped significantly from the playful jaunt to a cold sneer, feeling the immense hopelessness weigh on you more than before. The sky didn't even look like the one you were used to and you had yet to find anything that could help you during your stumbling journey through the various terrains and environments. Nothing was familiar, you were tired, cold, hungry, thirsty, and above all just disheartened by the situation you found yourself in.

"I don't even know how I got here. Does anyone know? Is anyone even looking for me?"

An apparent hitch in your breathing caught your words as you asked your questions to no one in particular. Perhaps you were asking the owl, perhaps you were asking whatever cruel god was playing with your life, or perhaps you were asking yourself. Regardless of who you directed your question to, it remained unanswered all the same and with the silence came a defeated feeling weighing you down.

From what you could tell, hours had passed, but it could have been days for all you knew. You had been wandering for so long, you didn't even know how far you had gone through the winding corridors and optical illusions of the labyrinth. Finally sitting down with your back against the fountain basin and taking a moment caused your tired body to slowly shut down from pure and simple exhaustion.

"Is my Labyrinth proving to be too much for you, dear?"

A smooth and rich voice hummed from atop the fountain, keen eyes fixed on your slumped form next to the basin. Where the owl once perched sat a man with unusual grace, his soft and wild hair rather striking when taken in with his unusual mannerisms. The man certainly was no human, though he could be confused for one at first glance.

"It's quite alright. After all, not many can get through without aid."

Despite his relaxed tone, a slight frustration clicked in his mind when you didn't respond. He moved from the fountain to face you directly, his irritation fading away just as fast as it had come. You were unconscious, curled up next to the fountain and deep within the throes of sleep after your exhausting ordeal. True, the fae king had not intended to run you so ragged before even revealing himself to you, but you were an unusual human and therefore the Labyrinth responded in unusual ways to your presence.

"You poor lost soul. Worry not, for I will take very good care of you. After all, how could I possibly be cruel to such an endearing being?"

He used his hand to gently brush away the tears streaking your cheeks, a fond smile tugging at his lips as he looked you over for injuries. Once he was satisfied with his examination of you, he used one of his crystals to soothe you into a deep sleep that wouldn't be interrupted when he moved you.

From the moment he first laid eyes on you, he had found himself enchanted with your behavior and personality. He had met many humans in his time and he had a fairly good grasp on assessing humans from a distance, but you were truly something special. As a fae, King Jareth had a particular skill for sensing the intentions and mysticality that lay dormant within other beings. Your presence was one that was unique and intriguing, so he simply had to bring you into his Labyrinth to get a better sense of you. Now he had you in his grasp and he had no intention of letting you go.

"How precious," he cooed softly as he lifted you in his arms, strengthened by his fae magics and already fairly strong to begin with, "you will want for nothing, my sweet darling."

[floatyflowers]

Can you do a romantic/platonic yandere Jareth from the labyrinth? or Sarah as like a big sister or a neighbor? I just want the labyrinth please

Dark Romantic! Jareth x Reader

Jareth didn't understand how you entered into his realm, but the sight of you wandering helplessly flared something inside of him.

He approaches you with a charming aura and a smile making you trust him.

Not because, he smiled at you, no, but because he looks 'human' , and after you saw goblins wandering around, you got scared.

"Hello, my dear, how did you come to be into my realm?"

The question caught you off guard, but you answer him quickly with another question.

"Your realm?"

"Yes, my realm, I'm the goblin king, Jareth, and this is my realm"

Hearing the word goblin made you remember the terrifying creatures you met when you came to the realm.

Despite looking different, you thought Jareth was going to kill you and eat you.

So, you thought of running away before those doubts come true.

But before you could escape, Jareth pulls you into his arms, with a cunning smirk on his face.

"You still haven't answered my question, my dear"

Surprised by Jareth's unexpected embrace, has heart racing.

You try to compose yourself, taking note of his charm and the way he makes you feel slightly at ease despite your initial fears

"I... I don't know, one moment, I was walking through a garden, and the next, I was here." You stutter while glancing around nervously, still unsure about your safety, even with Jareth's seemingly friendly demeanor.

"Please, I need to find my way back home. Can you help me?"

The vulnerability in your tone is evident, and your eyes plead for assistance.

"Don't worry, my dear. I'll help you, but first, let us speak in my castle, there is something I wish to speak to you about."

Taking Jareth's hand and following him into his castle was the biggest mistake you made.

As Jareth saw he could help you... by marrying you and making his realm your home.

Why would you need to return home when you ARE already home, by his side, as his queen and beloved.

[literatureloverx]

“I ask for so little.”

He gently cups your face, his eyes gleaming with mischief and purest obsession. Raw, dark, threatening. You gulp.

“Just let me rule you…and you can have everything that you want.”

“F-Fyodor…I—“

“No, my dear. Just fear me, love me, do as I say…”

His lips are about to touch yours, you can feel his breath caressing your lips.

“…and I will be your slave.”

Hardcore Yandere!Fyodor.

Labyrinth (1986) x BSD because why not?

[most-screwed-by-writers-tourney]

[male-yandere-tournament]

[i8pi]

https://www.tumblr.com/redspringstudio/744409897141190656/if-mhin-wants-to-recite-the-entire-bee-movie?source=share

i just remembered this post from redspring and it got me thinking: maybe leander isn't a yandere, but mhin is? correct me if i'm wrong, but isn't there a lot of overlap between a tsundere and yandere? is it possible for a tsundere to turn into a yandere?

can you imagine? sparrow is hauling ass down an alleyway and a giant bird monster is flying from rooftop to rooftop, giving chase. maybe taking an occasional swipe? mhin, likely feeling betrayed and probably drunk on grief doesn't realize that sparrow failed to save themselves, too. (am i interpreting this right?)

as for leander, his route might just be him being extremely:

overbearing

overprotective

codependent

needy

also, am i trippin' or does leander have some "goblin king" vibes, from the movie "labyrinth" with david bowe. doesn't jareth say at some point at the end "just do as i ask and i will be your slave", or something along those lines?

[spaceagebachelormann]

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

!!REQUEST REQUIREMENTS!!

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

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

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

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

!!WHAT I WILL WRITE!!

-> platonic

-> romantic

-> familial

-> any gender x any gender

-> headcanons

-> long fics

-> multi character

-> blurbs

-> poly relationships

-> x reader

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

!!WHAT I WONT WRITE!!

-> smut (i’m 15)

-> yandere

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

-> incest

-> age gaps

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

-> song fics

-> things about ocs

-> ships

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

character list

keeper of the lost cities

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

harry potter

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

the outsiders

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

the school for good and evil

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

little women

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

dracula

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

frankenstein

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

dr jekyll and mr hyde

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

phantom of the opera

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

the mighty ducks

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

david bowie

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

daisy jones and the six

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

doctor who bbc

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

miss peregrines home for peculiar children

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

good omens

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

what we do in the shadows

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

yellowjackets

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

star trek (tos/aos)

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

xmen

charles xavier, erik lehnsherr, logan howlett, scott summers, jean grey, ororo munroe, rogue, remy lebeau, kevin sydney, lucas bishop, mystique, emma frost, kurt wagner, hank mccoy, jubilee

miscellaneous characters

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

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

[yukidragon]

What if there´s like a master x servant like relationship between Jack and MC? Like an MC that knows how to maintain control like a boss.

Honestly, I'd argue that they sort of have that relationship in the game already... only MC doesn't realize that they're basically Jack's master.

After all, a servant is dependent on a master for their livelihood and must be obedient and do whatever is asked of them. Jack literally can't do anything MC doesn't want him to do, and he depends on them to exist. Really, their situation seems to be a more extreme form of master x servant relationship.

I think that's a big part of why Jack isn't letting MC know about all the things that he can do. If he did, then they would likely have even more control over him.

Jack does love MC, and it seems like he doesn't mind serving their every need because he wants to feel needed by them. I imagine he would do whatever they asked of him even if they got very controlling and bossy about it, as long as that meant that they were his.

Of course, as we've seen from the BDSM test, Jack does lean towards being the dominant in a relationship. His spicy audio drama over on the SnaccPop Patreon does show signs of that desire to dominate MC in the things he says. (I highly recommend all who haven't listened to it do so since it's so good.) So it makes me think that the tighter MC pulls the leash on Jack, the more sneaky and secretive he's going to be in order to get away with things despite that control they have over him and his reality.

Jack's biggest strength is how clever and convincing he is. He is good at being manipulative and getting MC to do things for him, even being able to supernaturally make them feel good, as suggested in the "no" route. Regardless, it's still only influence and not actual control on his end, so, in the end, MC's choices will override his.

While I imagine Jack would try to reverse the roles to convince MC to surrender control to him, offering plenty of reasons and incentives to do so, if MC doesn't let him take control then he won't be able to. As long as they keep their head clear despite his temptations, they could maintain control over him indefinitely.

I don't think Jack would mind being controlled by MC considering how madly he's in love with them, but that doesn't mean he'll necessarily stop trying to slip himself into the dominant role of their relationship. This would especially true if MC is pursuing other love interests besides him. In that situation, he'll have to resort to heavier forms of manipulation, even if it results in unfortunate things happening. He can't risk losing his sunshine after all. I mean this is a yandere horror game. The more desperate this guy gets, the more blood we'll see, I'll wager.

Though I imagine that Jack might think that serving MC as his master forever would be a small price to pay if that meant that they would always love him, need him, and remember him.

I'm reminded of the Labyrinth movie's iconic line from Jareth the goblin king, "I ask for so little. Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave." Though in Jack's case I doubt he wants MC to fear him. After all, he did hide what he did to poor Nick for a reason...

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༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ 𝐺𝑒𝑡 𝑇𝑜 𝐾𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑀𝑒♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

You can call me kai, vex or vexian, Kurt my pronouns are he/him, I'm a trans gay guy, my favorite song is in-a-gadda-da-vida by Iron Butterfly my favorite animal is a raccoons I'm a fan of ghost, rammenstien, queen, pink Floyd, the beatles, rob Zombie, alice cooper, misfits, bon jovi, mindless self indulgence, insane clown posse, and system of a down.

My favorite movies include, black christmas, Halloween, friday the 13th, house of a thousand corpses, scream, the boy, and Texas chainsaw massacre 1 and 2.

I am local to the Ohio area so my time zone is est/ eastern Standard time.

My favorite characters are choptop Sawyer, Bubba Sawyer, nubbins sawyer, micheal myers, Jason Voorhees, Billy lenz, Billy Loomis, and brahms heelshire.

My Spotify is 𝓥𝓮𝔁𝓲𝓪𝓷 you can copy it and search it in Spotify

I'm a Satanist

I am learning to speak german

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝐿𝑖𝑠𝑡♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

~{Charaters}~

Alejandro -Cod

Argyle - Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove -Stranger Things

Billy Lenz -Black Christmas

Billy Loomis -Scream

Bo Sinclair - house of wax

Brahms Heelshire -The Boy

Bubba sawyer-Texas chainsaw massacre

Captain Spaulding-House Of A Thousand Corpses

ChopTop Sawyer-Texas chainsaw massacre 2

Corey Cunningham-Halloween Ends

Drayton Sawyer -Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Eddie Munson - Stranger Things

Gaz -Cod

Geralt - The Witcher

Ghost - Cod

Harry Warden - My Bloody Valentine

Jack in the box mascot - it obvious where he's from.

Jareth The Goblin King - Labyrinth

Jason Voorhees -Friday The 13Th

Jhon Price -Cod

könig -Cod

Lester -house of wax

Micheal Myers -Halloween

Nubbins Sawyer -Texas Chainsaw

Massacre

Otis Driftwood -House Of A Thousand Corpses

Secoundo - Ghost

Steve Harrington - Stranger Things

Thomas Hewitt -Texas Chainsaw

Massacre The Beginning

Vincent Sinclair - house of wax

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ 𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝐺𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑒♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

. Smut

. Fluff

. Angst

. Comfort

. Horror

{Smut dos}

. The characters on the list above

. Slow build

. Porn with plot

. Sub reader

. Survice Sub reader

. Male reader

. Cis male reader

. Trans male reader (ftm)

{Kinks i absolutely write for}

. Blood kinks

. BDSM

. Bondage

. Choking

. Overstim

. Edging

. Anything rough (minus rape)

. Body worship

. Sex to music (idk what it's called)

. Foreplay

. Knife play (non traumatic)

. Gun play (non traumatic)

. Size kink

. Masochic

. Sadistic

. Crying (non forced way)

. Mutual masturbation

. Soft sex

. Soft Dom characters allowed

. After care

. No after cares allowed to

. NSFW ABCs

. Headcanons

{Smut mabeys}

. Forced (as long as content I'd giving at some point)

. Stalking

(unless it's a slasher that does that)

{Smut donts}

. Piss kinks

. Fences kinks

. Feet kinks

. Pedophila

. pro ships

. Charater x character

. Necrophilia

. Death kinks

. Gun play (traumatic)

. Knife play (traumatic)

. Female reader

. Dom reader

. Asking me to write with a character that isn't on the list (goes for all) unless I reply say I will once I watch the series.

. Rape

. Pet play (it makes me uncomfy)

(You can ask me if I will write for a character tho if it's not on the list)

{Fluff/ comfort dos}

. Mental break down comfort

. Cuddling

. Dysphoria comfort

. Motivational

. Nightmare comfort

. After care fic

. Soft head cannons

{Angst dos}

. Readers death (reaction)

. Character death

. Injured

. Fainted

. Arguments

(That's all I can think of rn)

{Horror fics dos}

. Slasher character

. Yandere

. Murder

. Gore

. Kidnapping

. Death

. Killer reader

. Taunting

. Stalking

. 16-30 year old reader (if the reader is 16 there will probably not be smut unless it's like stu or somthing)

. Killer couple

. Ghost reader

I will writer for NonBinary reader 𝑏𝑢𝑡 it may take longer if requested.

Under no circumstances will a write for a female reader I will write ftm but not female

Also all female allied that have a fetish for gay relationships or reader yaoi may NOT  interact with my posts you will be blocked.

Also

DO NOT ASK ME TO WRITE SMUT FOR MINORS!!

-Vexian❤️‍🔥

(Will add new characters as I watch more movies and shows)

[sierracolorstheworldofwords]

The Lonely King-- Chapter two

Something about the air in the woods felt different. Charged, yet still. Snow crunched underneath your feet, and the remnants of autumn’s leaves scattered across the forest floor. In the bare trees, crows perched, watching you with a keen eye, cawing as you passed by. 

You shivered, pulling your cheap coat closer as you approached the fairy ring. 

Above you, the sky darkened. 

You’d been to this park plenty of times! So, what the hell was so different about today anyway? It wasn’t like anything was going to happen! And you know what? What was wrong with indulging your inner child? Even if this was stupid as hell! It’d been a shitty week of dealing with “slow” coworkers who stood around for twenty minutes, pretending to “clean” while you did the rest of the work. You clenched your jaw. You took a deep breath. 

“I’ve come looking for work!” 

 

Nothing. You stepped closer, not daring to breach the barrier. The air felt different. Even though your brain couldn’t exactly say why. Your heart thudded in your chest.

 Were you really going to do this? 

Yes. Yes. 

You took another deep breath, “I’ve come looking for work! I can clean and I can cook!” 

You waited. 

That’s when you noticed the crows amongst the trees, eerily silent. The wind let out a low moan, and you shivered as it gripped you. The murder watched you, eyes filled with an otherworldly light, and it seemed almost as if they were challenging you. Egging you on. You’d be damned if you were going to lose to a few birds. 

“I’ve come looking for work!” you yelled again, “And I won’t leave until I get it!” 

The air snapped. Popped, and your vision flood with what looked like starlight. 

There, within the circle, stood a man. His cloak blew in an unknown wind, his hair stood like wild gold, yet you knew he was no man. He was too sharp, too piercing. Shifting his weight, he put his hands on his hips, glowering at you. 

"Well?"

"Well what?"

He sighed, rolling his eyes, "Did you not come looking for work?"

 “Yes! Yes sir! I did!” 

He gave you a look over, before stepping towards you, lifting your chin, observing you, "What have you to offer? What can you do?"

An on the spot interview. Cute.

"I can clean, and I can cook.” 

He pulled away, crossing his arms, "I need someone who can do the laundry, sweep up the cobwebs constantly haunting my castle– especially my room– and overall work with chaos. The creatures I rule cause it at every twist and turn." 

This was too good to be true. It had to be. You'd read enough stories to know that. You looked away from him, towards the path you came, and your eyes traveled to the crows watching you. They were just trying to survive the winter too. 

“I won't be your servant,” you replied, eyeing him, “But I will be your maid.”

He seemed surprised at your response, and you knew to keep your head high. 

“I expect payment in return for my.labor, and being your servant would not enable that.” 

He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. 

“I do not work with human currency. It's too much trouble.”

“You will reward me with gold and jewels.”

“Or perhaps fruit and a bountiful harvest?” He snapped, now towering above you, and for the first time you noticed how his breath didn't fog in the cold, “Why on earth should I hire a scrawny little worm like you? What happened to the days of yore, where one could reward some little twit  for not stepping into a room and being diligent?” 

You crossed your arms, "Do you do that?"

"No, but that's besides the point, really.”

You put a hand on your chest. Felt your heart treating to burst out of your ribcage. Your insides squeezed into a knot. You clenched your fists at your sides, and took a deep breath. 

“I'm a hard worker. And you clearly need someone who can do that, but who can also manage time. Especially in a chaotic space. I've grown up within chaos, so I'm much more equipped than other humans. Furthermore-”

“Are you trying to write a treatise?” 

You ignored him, “If I can work within a space as someone cusses me out, calls me sweetheart, then I can guarantee I can work with whatever your goblins throw at me.”

“Really? Many have said that.” 

With a frown, you finally met his gaze, and his eyes startled you. One eye so blue it looked like a frozen ocean, but the other one was a void of stars. You caught yourself.

“Yes. And I can prove to you what I'm capable of.” 

He cocked his head, listening.

"I’ll clean one messy room within your home, and if it's cleaned, top to bottom, dust and mess free, then you hire me."

"And if it's not?"

He shifted, like a predator, and his gaze was too sharp. Your heart pounded in your ears. The hairs on the back of your neck prickled. What could you offer? 

You gasped at the realization.

“I'll give you my name.”

Another tilt of.his head, another look over, and with a smirk, he held out his hand. You looked at it. You mouthed your statement, before a twitch in your stomach called a warning.

 “I want to know how much time I’ll have, or no deal.” 

For a moment, you thought you registered a flicker of surprise,  before he smirked, “Thirteen hours. Now, I haven't got all day. Shake. Goblins are clingy.”

“You'll give me thirteen hours to clean a room within your home, and when it’s done to your approval, and by the time limit, you’ll hire me?” he rolled his eyes, nodded, “And if not, then I’ll give you my name?” 

Again, he nodded. 

Again, you thought, mouthing the sentence, before noticing his smirk, then it hit you. 

“You will give me thirteen horus to clean a room within your home, and if it’s not done to your approval, and by the time limit, then I’ll give you my full name, but if it is done to your approval, not only will you hire me, but you will also return me to my home. Do we have a deal?” 

“I haven’t got all day!”

“Do we have a deal?” you asked again.  

He looked at your outstretched hand, clenching his jaw, before giving you a smile that only a man could give.

“We have a deal,” he replied.

You shook on it. 

The wind pushed through the trees, scattering snowflakes around the ring. It took your breath away, dragging the trail a cold across the sky. The world spun, and the crowd cawed– did they do so, in celebration, or laugh at your foolishness? The last thing you saw was his sharp teeth, shining. 

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Thranduil and Josie Pt. 153- The Fire

Summary: Things heat up for Stephane and Josie while Thranduil desperately tries to stop it. The elf lord receives a debilitating shock. Narcisse gets what he wished for. Words sparks Jo's guilt. Garrett carries out a plan. Josie is blindsided and disoriented by a fiery vision.

*Warnings* language, angst, smut

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The kiss you initiated with Stephane was intense, yet soft and sweet as you both caressed each others lips.

Dusk had fallen, leaving his chambers dimly lit of candlelight that shimmered in his dilated pupils as he gazed at you in shock.

"Jo...I..."

"No more talking Stephane...make love to me." you softly asked of him with sincerity as you stroked his cheek.

His baby blues closed at your gentle touch and a warm peppermint scented sigh escaped his lips, feathering over your chin.

You stood, pulling him up with you as you turned to press your back into him, bringing his hands to your breasts.

His nose slid into your hair as he released a soft moaning sigh that tickled your skin all the way down to your core.

You were adamant that nothing was going to stop it this time. You wanted him and you were bound and determined to have him. Maybe you were desperate to fill the intimate void in your life but you weren't going to let just anyone fill it that was looking for a simple roll in the hay. Narcisse loved you, he had just confessed it only moments ago, but somehow you already knew or you wouldn't have came there this night.

You supposed any man desperate for sex wouldn't have gone to all the great lengths Stephane had gone to to get it, for he had been nothing but patient and tender with you, finding all the special ways to your heart along the way. Any other would have grown bored and moved on...possibly like Garrett had?

NO...you told yourself in your head. You would not let Garrett get to you, not now. Not anymore....so you closed your mind off and focused on the beautiful man before you that was there for you.

You turned and removed his waist coat, leaving him to gasp in nervousness at your dominance, more so your desire of him, for no one had ever looked at him the way you did.

Thranduil could not remove his wide eyes of this vision no matter how hard he tried. The more he watched through the moonstone, the more his knuckles whitened around his chalice of wine. Seeing you touch another, your lips upon another, had him reeling...and the fact it was someone he despised made his blood boil like lava. Stephane Narcisse was merely a business arrangement to him in order to get the finest spirits in all of middle earth from, otherwise, the warlock lord was a thorn in Thranduil's side with his arrogance and conceitedness, much like his own.

Thranduil knew you believed he was dead and your letter to him proved to him you were only doing this because of that fact. The Elvenking side of him didn't give an arachnid's ass what you did, but yandere Thranduil did. He knew what he himself had done with Raven and only moments ago with the servant...but he had to stop you. You were his even if he didn't want you. That was the Elvenking's thought's though. Thranduil wanted you. He wanted you desperately and his heart was shattering over what you were about to do. Jareth was going to gravely pay for this, he vowed, and so would Narcisse for ever touching and taking advantage of his vulnerable Queen.

"Josephine!" Thranduil called out to you in panic as he held the gem in his hand, frantically staring into it. "My love, stop! I am alive!"

You didn't even so much as flinch as you crawled onto the bed with Stephane, locked in a kiss, for you had closed off your mind and heard nothing but the sound of your racing heartbeat.

Thranduil's mind raced with trying to find a way to break into your heart as you had done to his so many times. Karma was eating him alive and he knew he deserved it, but you didn't. You didn't deserve any of this.

He brought his moonstone ring together with your stone in hopes that the power of the union would make you hear him, but the only thing that happened was an electric charge that knocked him flat back into his chair and then a sinister laugh filled his chambers in echoing bursts.

Thranduil's gaping eyes rolled down to the citrine ring that laid upon the desk and there, inside the amber stone, was Jareth.

"You didn't think it would be that easy, now did you...Elvenking?"

Jareth spun around and threw one of his crystals into the darkness.

Thranduil heard it shatter and he felt it too, like fire was set to his brain and your face faded into smoke.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!" he screeched, clutching his head as he dropped to his knees.

Tears of pain streamed from his reeling eyes as he shook something fierce, and then the elf lord fell upon his back in blinding agony before it all went black.

You freed Stephane's shirt from his leather pants as he laid upon you, kissing your neck from your ear to your collarbone, the prickles of his facial scruff sending crazy goosebumps up your arms.

He slowly rocked his firm arousal between your open trembling legs as your hand clutched the back of his thigh, encouraging his movements by pulling him against you....and then his fingers slid down into your folds, massaging your clit in soft circular motions with his thumb.

"Yes! Oh my go..." you began to pant out, but were then sent into a paralyzing gasp as two of his fingers surprisingly entered you.

Electricity ran through your walls, similar to when your hand would touch his. He twirled his fingers about and curled them up. Suddenly you were helplessly climaxing, mewling out his name as you clawed your nails down his back like a mountain lion in heat.

Stephane softly moaned and grinned with pleasure into your ear as he slid his extremely slickened fingers in and out, bringing you through your intense release. It was like a dam inside of you had broke from his electric charge.

He pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, placing them inside and sucking them dry in a most succulent manner as he gazed into your widened eyes.

"Mmmmm." he quietly moaned with a curl on his lips.

Jesus, it was turning you the fuck on and you wanted more. You took his hand and softly kissed over the butterfly birthmark on his wrist, then traveled up the palm of his hand to his fingertips, also taking them inside your mouth.

His eyes closed as his cock twitched aggressively against you, willing it's loose hinges to hold tight.

"You keep that up and it's going to be over before I even make it out of these pants Jo." he lightly panted, feeling the volcano inside of him reaching it's peek of explosion.

"I just wanted to see what I tasted like that had you so excited." you giggled, then pulled his lips to yours, deeply kissing him and seductively swirling your tongue around his.

"A way better cherry pie than what we had for dinner." he slyly said with the smirk of a cat who ate the canary.

"Well, there's plenty more." you hinted with an even more sly smile as you lifted your dress up.

Stephane's eyes locked in yours with surprise. "You mean you want me to..."

"Mmm hmm." you mumbled as you bit your lip.

"Oh dear god." he mumbled in return as he sat upon his heels, gazing down at the saturated beauty before him. "Yep...I will never last."

"Yes you will, for the best is yet to.... come."

"Whew. Jesus." Narcisse sighed as he shook his head in disbelief, then brought his lips to your inner thigh and tenderly kissed his way to your drenched entrance.

Your fingers glided through his short brown hair as his warm tingly tongue fluttered over your sensitive bud, then slid deep inside of you without warning. An uncontrollable mewl soared out of your mouth as you arched your head back and lifted your hips into his face.

It was ecstasy, his tongue plunging into you, then twisting and curling around your walls, nearing your sweet spot. The electricity was back. It was like rubbing two sticks together to start a fire...and it was lit on the first try.

"St...Steph...Stephane...I'm going to..."

Narcisse groaned and went faster, curling his tongue to graze the roof of your walls which sent you hurling over the edge, bucking your hips up in shallow vigorous bursts. He gripped your hips tightly and moaned into you as you came undone around his tongue.

Stephane whipped back to sit upon the heels of his fancy leather boots, swiftly rubbing his hand through his hair as he deliriously panted.

"Fuck me...I can't take this any longer."

"Then don't."

You snatched his waistline, fighting at the button on his pants, eventually popping it off in your frustration, then you helped him yank them down, revealing his extremely girthy and solid cock that was generously lathered in pre-cum.

He quickly leaned on his side, kicking his boots off and wiggling free of his black leather pants that adhered to his sweaty skin, then found himself being dragged on top of you by your impatient arms.

"Please...Stephane...I..I want you now." you pleaded as he softly kissed your neck, stopping only to whisper in your ear once more.

"I..I love you so much Jo..."

"I...I...."

"Shhh. Don't say anything...just let me show you."

He positioned himself over your heated entrance and then pushed into you, filling your flooded walls completely.

It was like the wind was knocked out you, gasping for air while he grunted his out. Your hips rolled slowly into each other like the steady pace of soft waves crashing about the shore.

The feeling was surreal to be this close to someone again, you just never thought it would be Stephane, for once upon a time, not only did you despise him, but you feared him....but then again, you felt that way about Garrett once also....and now you...Stop it, Josie! you screamed internally to shut your thoughts off.

The way Stephane moved, so gently, it was as if he were afraid you would break and terrified he would hurt you. It was also quite loving and it made you feel so good and protected.

"Are you alright my love?"

"I am more than alright, don't stop." you panted and kissed him passionately as you wrapped your legs firmly around him.

"Fuck....Jo....ahhhh...god..." he muttered with a grumbled moan, then began grinding into you with strong swaying motions.

His face was of magenta, shining of sweat. all which accented that one little protruding vein on his forehead as his pace and panting increased.

The shirt had to go, your dress had to go. You needed to feel his hot perspiring skin against yours and view that shirtless herculean image of him that he always liked to flaunt in your face. Of course, Narcisse had every legit reason to be proudly vain in that area.

You tugged his shirt up his smooth back and attempted to pull it over his broad shoulders, where it got stuck on top of his head, making you both chuckle. He dipped his head down, letting you slide it over and then you ripped it off his arms and blindly flung it through the air.

As he propped himself up on his hands, knowing you wanted to look upon his bare skin, you placed your palms on his shimmering chest. His racing heartbeat slammed against them as he softly smiled down at you, letting your eyes take all of him in for a moment, then he maneuvered your dress off, sending it to join his disarray of garments on the floor.

Stephane momentarily ceased his movements as his eyes smiled, starstruck over your bare curvy form that he had only briefly had the pleasure of viewing and touching once before.

Up his palms slid, over your stomach, one cupping your breast and the other continuing up your neck and resting upon your cheek, caressing your lips with his thumb. You took it between your teeth and smiled, staring him in the eyes as you held his hand and then slid his thumb in your mouth with a teasing manner as if it were a lollipop.

A low emitted growl, like that of Blaze the tiger, purred from Stephane's throat and he began thrusting, so hard that it expelled repeated bursting gasps out of you.

Your eyes flowed up his flexed arms and over the small patch of moistened hair that descended through the middle of his sculpted chest where it ceased at his solid abdomen, then resumed in a narrowing happy trail under his belly button that led to his glistening cock as it worked it's magical magic. The glorious vision had your core in a knot which was threatening to unwind like a fucking top at any given moment.

You reached up, locking your arms around his neck and frantically pulled him down upon you with the desperate need to be in his arms. Stephane understood and secured you tightly inside them, kissing you tenderly.

"I've got you sweetheart." he adoringly affirmed over your lips with the little breath he had in him and then began pummeling into you.

You forgot to breathe. You couldn't breathe if you tried, both of you rolling like thunder, igniting your anxiously awaited climax and sending your entire body into a violent tizzy while you sputtered out his name.

Stephane was instantly triggered and carried to simultaneous release. Faster and faster he drove into you, panting, grunting and groaning, then coming to an abrupt halt as his hips jerked through the powerful pulsations.

"Gahhhh....fuck!!! Ahh, god...uhhh...uhhhhhhh Jooo." he howled as his warlock eyes flashed a luminating starry glow.

You were certain that bulging vein on his forehead was going to erupt right along with his climax as he locked his eyes and jaw shut, white knuckling the pillow beneath you.

He pulled out of you with a heavy grunt and rolled to your side, enormously grinning and out of breath, just as you were.

"Ohhhhwooo, did that just happen? If I am dreaming, I never want to wake up." Narcisse professed as he took your hand a sweetly kissed it.

"I definitely don't think that was a dream." you chuckled. "But it sure felt like one."

"So...you don't have any regrets?"

Maybe not in the blissful moment, you didn't, but you knew you eventually would. Not because it was Narcisse or that you enjoyed every single bit of it...but you knew your guilt would surface again over your King, somehow, someway. Garrett even. All that you were running away from would catch you. It always did.

"That would be a hell no." you replied with a smile and returned a kiss upon his hand as you both played with each other's fingers in the afterglow.

"Well then, I don't know about you, but I need a drink after that." he laughed and got up to pour you both some wine.

"Or a cigarette." you laughed back. You hadn't had one of those since your teen years with Sarah when you both would sneak them from her mom.

"I don't smoke." he frowned. "But a nice cigar is good every once in awhile."

"Oh gosh. I remember my dad puffing on those every now and then. As a kid, I used to love the smell. I miss it ya know? The other world. My old life, up to a certain point anyways. It all went to shit after I believed Sarah and my dad died."

"Ahhh, Jules and his cigars. Him and I shared a many of those back in the day when you were just a wee one. So, do you really think Sarah is still alive?" he asked as he handed you your glass and laid back beside you on his stomach as you were.

"Well after that dream I had, I feel it's very possible. I can't explain it, but...I feel her. We had this strange connection, like from the first time we met as kids. I guess now I see why. We were sisters, in the witch sense that is. Only she knew what she was long before I ever knew I was the same. If only I had believed her when she told me she saw it in me."

"Jo, sweetheart. Please don't beat yourself over that. What happened to her was not your fault. Your true identity was concealed for a reason. Julian was protecting you for as long as he could."

"I know, but..if he had only told me who I was, maybe I could have stopped everything that happened to him. After I had saw my mom in the forest on my 7th birthday, my dad placed that spell on her so she could never touch me and that's what caused her to try and kill him."

"How Jo? Even if you knew, you had no power then, nor would have known how to use it. Julian's touch is what brought it out of you at Lestat's."

"That's not really true. Well, I mean...Thranduil did first. My dad is the one who then eventually kicked it into full gear per se. If only we would have stayed in Ireland or Scotland, maybe my mother would have never met Craven here in New Zealand and so much would not have happened. My dad would follow her wherever she went though since she was a gypsy traveler and I guess she had been here before on her own once and liked it so much, she wanted to live here. But...if I had never met Peter, would I be here right now? Would I have still found my way to hidden middle earth and to...."

You had to deflect, for you were about to say Thranduil and you didn't want to hurt Stephane, let alone speak of your King while you were in bed with another man.

"I...I just wish I knew the truth...about my dad being my true father. How could my mother lie about something like that??"

"Because Caroline was selfish and wicked as they come. Anything she did was solely for her own benefit. She wanted to hurt Julian for sleeping with her twin, not caring who else it would hurt. I never cared for her and she knew it. I knew what she was and all she had done. I for one, was beyond thrilled when she vanished and was eventually presumed dead. I am just sorry that it hurt you so much and that you found out about her true self the way you did after you had held her on the highest of pedestals all your life. I believe in my heart that Julian is your father Jo. He always has been in every way that mattered. Besides, he brought forth your power, not Jareth. I can assure you that it was not a coincidence of your relocation here, no matter what Caroline's reasoning was for it. She knew things and I'm sure she knew you were meant to be here... and... I for one, am also beyond thrilled that you came back into my orbit, for I knew you always would somehow."

Stephane smiled and then placed a tender kiss upon your lips.

"I remember your reaction to me when I arrived here and you realized who I was when we touched hands. I believe your exact words were 'It's you.' It's so crazy that you knew me as a child but I have no memory of you."

"That is my faut. As I had told you before, I had so much happening with Catherine but Jo...I think you were my destiny all along....and what happened here tonight, I feel proves that. I..I know you can't say the words to me now that I have said to you...but I will remain hopeful that someday you can...and will."

Narcisse brought his hand up to your face and gently stroked the back of his fingers down your cheek, then went to kiss you again.

Your heart skipped a beat at his gesture....Thranduil's personal gesture that was only for you...and he was your destiny, no one else, even when he was wrongfully taken from you. Stephane was right though on one thing, your mother knew your true destiny, for she read you fairytales of a King in the forest that she said you would find someday. You had even told her once, what you had envisioned him to look like, and it was a spitting image of Thranduil. Of course, your whore of a mother had to have Thranduil first and then she later turned on him and became the reason he was dead.

"Don't do that..." you sadly whispered and turned away from his advance to drink your wine, leaving him stunned.

"I..I'm sorry? Have I done something wrong? Jo, I will not push you."

"No...of course not Stephane. it...it is just me. I...I really should get back to Leean now. I miss her."

"You...won't stay with me just one night? You are right across the hall from her and Haldir will alert you if something is wrong. I would really love to hold you in my arms while you sleep and wake up to your beautiful face."

"Haldir and I are not on good terms. I really don't feel that would be a good idea if I do not come back tonight."

"So...this is about Haldir?"

You finished your glass of wine in a quick gulp and then stood up to dress.

"It is...and Leean and...."

"Garrett...it's the vampire still, isn't it?"

"Stephane, stop. Don't ruin this."

It was too late though. He already unknowingly had by touching you like he did. It was happening just like you suspected it would. The guilt...

"It would seem that I am not the one ruining anything here Jo. Talk to me...please."

"It's...it's Thranduil alright?? My mother, she's the one who ruined everything... I...I just need to go...I'll see you tomorrow."

You slipped your shoes on, softly touched his cheek and left.

It was almost midnight as you quietly slipped in the door to your chamber, cringing at the click it made as you softly shut it.

You turned to see Lola asleep in her bed, Leean asleep in her cradle, then Haldir asleep on the sofa...but you should have known better.

As you crept past him, his eye also crept open. You headed to the washroom to bathe when his voice shuttered though your very soul, stopping you dead in your tracks.

"Jo. Surely you know you cannot go undetected by me. I can hear sounds even from...across the hall."

Holding your chest as you gulped, you turned around to see him standing only a few feet away from you and the look in his eyes told you he knew what you had done.

"I...I was...I didn't want to wake Leean."

He softly, but sarcastically chuckled. "You could not have woken a mouse, let alone a sleeping baby. Now an elf of course...epic fail."

"Did you just say epic? N..never mind...I...I am tired Haldir. I am going to take a bath and go to bed. Thank you for staying. You can stay the rest of the night if you would like."

"I can see why you must be exhausted and need a bath. Your buttons are incorrectly hooked and you reek of peppermint, among...other...things."

You gasped and glanced down at your dress to see you had definitely buttoned it in the wrong places and then you looked back up only to see him walking out.

Your eyes welled up in tears of shame. Surely you knew Haldir would know and how he would react.

Off you went to drown yourself under the water, knowing you had just lost your best friend in the entire world yet once again.

The sound of a strumming guitar and Garrett's beautiful voice echoed in your dream as you dozed off in the warm healing water.

"I'm cornered in fire so break out the secrets. I hope you know that you were worth it all along. I'm tired, you're angry, and everyone looks blurry. I love you, I'm leaving, so long. Hey, little one. I'm so scared of what this could have been. I know that today I lost my only friend. My little one. The places I took you, they seem so fucking empty. I have trouble going anywhere at all. Especially my own bedroom and it stays awake to haunt me. So passed out, black out, drunk in another bathroom stall. Hey, little one. I'm so scared of what this could have been. I know that today I lost my only friend. How long must I justify my pain through these songs? How long, how long? It's raining, it's sunny. It doesn't make a difference. I don't care about anything at all."

The moon was almost full as Garrett sat by the cabin window placing his guitar down that he had retrieved from the dark forest before he departed your world. The vampire's sullen eyes were full of tears and glowed a sorrowful yellow after singing...for every time he sang, he knew the lyrics would be about you. Of all the places he could have chosen to wallow in to try and forget you, the cabin Peter held you prisoner in was the dumbest choice of all, for your presence was all around him and it was also the cabin he had held Haldir captive in as well, a memory he terribly regretted because it had hurt you. The time had come to set his plan into motion that he had put off way too long, to end all of his pain and set you free of him.

Garrett walked out onto the porch and picked up the can of gasoline he snatched from the mundane human city world of New Zealand just on the other side of the vast surrounding northern forest and then he pulled a pack of matches out of his pocket and walked out to the field.

He knew his own fire inside of him could not hurt him, so he had to do it the conventional way of turning a vampire to ash. The pain would be excruciating but he felt he deserved it after all that he had done to you, though the pain he was in now was far worse than burning to death after what he just saw and heard in your thoughts of Narcisse, for the magical water of your bath relaxed you too much, accidentally allowing him in.

Garrett trembled uncontrollably as he raised the can above his head and doused himself in the flammable liquid from head to toe. Part of him wanted to strike the match he now held in his hand and part of him wanted to fight for you, but he knew he had left you and because of that, you had given up on him, or so he believed.

The panic stricken vampire cried, then took a breath and braced himself as he struck the match.

"I will love you Josephine...always."

The flames rolled over his body, engulfing him in mere seconds as he clenched his jaw and eyes shut tight, waiting on the pain.

Garrett could hold his breath no longer and screamed out in sheer terror at the sky...but it wasn't from the pain...for there was none....

.

You came up from the bath water splashing, screaming and gasping as you heard his cry and saw him covered in flames.

"G..Garrett!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

You frantically climbed out and tripped over the ledge, falling onto the floor. Desperately, you slid your way to your feet on the now soaked stone floor and put your robe on as Lola came running in.

"Josie??? What's happened!? Why are you screaming??" she asked in panic as Leeann began to cry, then Haldir and Narcisse both came running in as well.

"Jo!! What is it?? is it Harker??!!" Narcisse shouted with his sword in hand as Haldir held his bow and searched the room.

You ran to Leean and held her tight, lightly bouncing her as you shook something fierce.

"Miss...I mean Josie, please...Give me the child. Your hands are too unstable." Lola pleaded.

You knew she was right and you slowly handed Leean to her.

"Jo, tell us what is going on!" Stephane snapped, startling you.

You eyes were so wide and clouded by tears as you stood speechless in shock.

Quickly, you spun around and rushed to the desk, ripping out Garrett's album to see if you could see again him by touching it.

You didn't even get a chance to try, for it was a hot as an iron poker in the fireplace and smelled of gasoline.

You screamed at the pain and dropped it, then fell to your knees, watching in horror as a film of smoke released off of it.

"Jo, what the fuck is happening?!" Narcisse impatiently barked in confusion.

Your flooded eyes rolled up to the eyes of the only one you wanted to look at. Haldir....and you could see it in his sorrowful eyes for you that he knew what had just happened.

"G...G...he...I..I saw...."

Haldir knelt down and gently took your face in his hands.

"Sweetheart...I...I am so sorry. Please...believe me."

"Gar...Garrett's d..dead...." you managed to mumble and then found yourself passing out in Haldir's arms.

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❀ Masterlist PART TWO ❀

Part One

1- Dark! Platonic Father Dracula X Kidnapped Human Child Reader

2- Male! Glinda x Dorothy's mother! Reader

3- Dark Jareth X Reader

4-Yandere First Husband Emperor Geta x Wife Reader Empress Lovestruck/Heartbroken x Yandere Second Husband Emperor Caracalla.

5- Dark Erik 'the phantom of the opera' X Reader

6-Disney Masterlist 🩶

7-Dark Classical Characters Men Masterlist 🩶

8-Historical Characters

9-Platonic Yandere Nikki x Child Isekai Reader

10-Dark Platonic Ancient Egyptian Deities X Reincarnated! Reader

Squid Game

Platonic Father Hwang In-ho x reader

Platonic Hwang In-ho x reader

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okokokok so I've had this on my mind for a while,,,, Ive been thinking abt like a Fyodor or Nikolai (maybe both) Labrynth au(still yandere though) ???? Like they're Jareth and reader is Sarah like hello that'd be so interesting!!!

huhu sorry anon i hv No clue what this is about but i will check it out ^^

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