#yandere jareth

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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."

[angstyantoinette]

Yandere! Jareth x Fem! Reader

When was it now that he first saw you, in all your blameless abundance? Was it through his crystals, after many a painful night, where he was remembered all too well of his failed games?

Every time he looked in the mirror, he saw nothing but her cruel eyes. She consumed his nightmares, tore his heart apart and tossed his affections for her back in his face.

Not so sweet Sarah.

"You have no power over me."

He often woke up in his empty chambers, reaching immediately for the crystals but almost recoiling at the searing memory of her muttering those hateful, fateful words.

Possibly so, though at his worst, Jareth often felt the unescapable urge to see her again. To talk to her again, perhaps to check up on her?

No. No.

Sarah was never His.

She was too good for him.

Yet, she could be so poisonous. Ungrateful for his love, his offering to be everything she wanted that the human world could never live up to.

As much as he tried to forget and allow himself to rise higher than ever-like he did after the other runners had long gone- his stolen Sarah had crumbled Jareth to dust. She had taken his power, the strength she had taken so long to find within herself and turned everything upside down.

That was enough to direct his misplaced pining towards something akin to hatred.

What he could bear himself to see was hurtful, the betrayal seeming so fresh within his memory. He shook as he gazed upon fractured shards of Sarah moving on to her adult life, Sarah finding love elsewhere, Sarah Williams forgetting of all she had known of the labyrinth.

Forgetting all she had known about HIM.

Jareth could never have let something like that change him forever. It wouldn't matter in the long run, he'd always said. He could make and break a million things with the flick of his wrist...all that could be thought was that heartbroken king was often a dangerous one.

Sarah was just one of many runners in his realm. She had fought tooth and nail like the rest to take her brother back from Jareth's claws...escaping with him.

Time moved differently in the Labyrinth, as those who resided there were constantly reminded. The goblins knew that something had been slipping in their ruler's sense of being for all the time he spent grieving. But night after night all Jareth could see was a hollowed king. A husk of the being he'd always been...but wasn't sure he would ever be again.

Within you.

He closed his eyes, forcing out the imagery of his defeat. He'd tried. Spinning the world around the girl's every whim and wish only to be slighted by mere words in the end. After everything! Taking her to a ball to fraternize with his kind. He thought he could trust her. He thought, that in due time, she would come to trust him and welcome him completely. How foolish, how wanting could he have been?

In many ways, Jareth could be just as naive, just as willfully igorant as she once was.

Day after day he wandered throughout the wide expanses of his realm, feeling lost within his own creation. The need to feel a sense of humanity within himself, despite being such a formidable ruler for...millenniums, was it? It couldn't have possibly been that long since he came to the throne, somewhat unsure yet ambitious with his power. He remembered the pride he felt when he fully grasped the power flowing through him.

He remembered the euphoric feeling of his lavish feasts, his wondrous costumes. His many affairs, the charm and mild arrogance that won just about everyone over. All kinds of people wanted to have the chance to walk through his doors and dance the night away, guzzling enchanted wines and being accosted at every turn.

Jareth was the one everyone wanted.

The dances and banquets dwindled from many hundreds to just one.

Over the course of his new, solitary way of rule, he began receiving wishes. Pathetic cries of anguish that never seemed to cease until he granted them. They were restless wishes, selfish pleads, culminating in the first runner all those years ago.

No Sarah...not for many years to come.

"Why have you come here?"

Jareth swallowed thickly, casting his eyes towards the glass sculptures within the cold walls of the palace. He didn't like the feeling of confinement that he rejected in his own kingdom. He thrived within his own fashion, and no one would ever worm their way into his head, festering his thoughts even faster than they already were.

"I seek guidance, from you.”

A chuckle.

"You...need guidance from me? Of all of your subjects, you beg for my help?" A deep, yet obviously female voice mocked him from the shadows of the unfamiliar palace. The air of feeling cornered, feeling surrounded was on of his many discomforts in his otherwise, usually fulfilling life.

"There's something...I must clarify with you. Or ask, I suppose-"

"Well which one is it, a question or a selfish demand?"

Jareth snapped his head upwards, pulling his hand away from his face, revealing a scowl. He gritted his teeth and let his hand bolt down to his side, clenching it.

Don't say the words, you fool.

You know what happens.

"Call it a question, Khara. It is all I ask of you, then I'll be out of your way.”

[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

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-> age gaps

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

-> song fics

-> things about ocs

-> ships

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

character list

keeper of the lost cities

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

harry potter

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

ride the cyclone

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

the outsiders

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

the school for good and evil

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

little women

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

dracula

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

frankenstein

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

dr jekyll and mr hyde

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

phantom of the opera

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

the mighty ducks

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

david bowie

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

daisy jones and the six

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

doctor who bbc

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

miss peregrines home for peculiar children

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

good omens

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

what we do in the shadows

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

yellowjackets

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

miscellaneous characters

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

UPCOMING FANDOMS : star trek, american horror story, torchwood, x-men, gossip girl, hannibal, sherlock, ghosts, house md

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20yrs+ She/her Welcome to my blog. Here you'll mostly find Y/n x Character content however I will also post crackships, cannon x oc, and cannon ships from multiple fandoms I enjoy. I also reblog a lot of self insert and Y/n x Cannon art and stories. Most stories will be cross posted from my other blog @hazbinextgeneration.

Here you can find all my series or works linked.

Villain Recruiters Romance

MHA Oneshots

Pokemon x Y/n

Zoophobia/Hazbin/Etc.

Ocs And Original Content

A Hat In Time Au

Undertale/Deltarune

Sonic Stuff

My Little Pony

Demon Slayer x Y/n

Yandere Games And Visual Novels

Winx Club

One Piece

Scp Foundation

Wally Darling x GN Reader

Barbie Hue x Elina

Bendy x Alice Angel

Cagney Carnation x Rumor Honeybottoms

Amalthea x Schmendrick

Disney Gargoyles Brooklyn x Maggie

Banban x Reader

Boris Airay x Alice Liddell

Sari Sumdac x Bumblebee

Illumi Zoldyck x Reader

Satellite City Yeshua x Reader

Dogday x Reader

Labyrinth Jareth x Sarah

Beetlejuice x Lydia

Ratigan x Reader

Francis Mosses x Reader

The Cat Returns Baron x Haru

Nebarius Kalego x Reader

Lupin the 3rd Goemon Ishikawa the 13th x Reader

Casper McFadden x Kathleen Harvey

Dorothy Gale x Scarecrow

King Boo x Reader

Type F x Reader

King Candy/Turbo x Reader

Genshin Impact Neuvillette x Reader

Bleach Hirako Shinji x Reader

Fanart

OC x Cannon Playlist

Oc x Cannon Playlist 2

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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. 

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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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working on getting some of my works over on AO3 to be posted here, including a labyrinth work ^^

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❀ Masterlist PART TWO ❀

Part One

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

2- Dark! Platonic Adoptive Mother Elizabeth I x 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-Dark Platonic Mother! Cleopatra x Reincarnated Reader

9-Platonic Yandere Nikki x Child Isekai Reader

10-Dark Platonic Ancient Egyptian Deities X Reincarnated! Reader

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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 ���𝑖𝑠𝑡♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

~{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)

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