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Hiii your nsfw headcanons for FNAF SB was INTENSE. IT WAS SOMETHING I WASNT READY FOR LMAO

So i was wondering can you do nsfw headcanons for Sun/Moon too?

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NSFW SUN/MOON HEADCANONS

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CW: OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, SOMNOPHILIA, MILD EXHIBITIONISM, CHOKING

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Ho ho ho! En guarde! (Scene from chapter 13 of Bethroned! No lighting & seperate character pics under read more bc im quite proud of all of them!)

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only one bed

dialogue prompts

"I guess someone needs to sleep on the floor."

"This will not be awkward at all."

"We're both adults, we can sleep in one bed."

"It does look like a very comfortable bed..."

"One bed is one thing, but only one pillow and one blanket?"

"You will survive sleeping next to me for one night."

"We're both tired, so please just get in."

"It's not like we haven't slept together before."

"This totally does not feel like the movies."

"I will take the couch, it's no problem."

"Quit acting like I have the plague."

"Just put a pillow between us."

"No one needs to sleep in a bathtub, that's ridiculous."

"I don't want to freeze, so just let's get it over with."

"We're friends, this doesn't need to be weird."

"It's just for one night, we can handle that."

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Jareth x Reader - Tick Tock Tick

Title Tick Tock Tick

Pairing Jareth x Reader

Fandom Labyrinth

Summary From a prompt list: “Tick tock tick.”

Tick. Tock. Tick. You grinned to yourself as every clock in the distance ticked by, signaling how much time had passed since you’d begun your trek through the labyrinth. You had no intention of going home. You were taking your sweet time, running out the clock until the Goblin King had no choice but to let you stay. Back home just a few hours earlier, you’d had a nasty fight with your boyfriend and he’d stormed out. You didn’t know or care where he went. You needed the alone time. After pacing around your shared apartment and coming up with no solution to the fight, you recalled a fairy tale from your childhood about a tribe of goblins who kidnapped children if a certain phrase was said. You never truly believed it, but you were so upset, it was worth a shot. “I wish the goblins would come and take me away right now,” you called out your window. You weren’t expecting anything to happen, but it felt nice to think you had a way out. With your boyfriend still gone, you changed into a tank top and leggings, turned off the light, and climbed into bed. Sleep would clear your head and you could deal with your ignorant partner in the morning. Before you could even fall asleep, the window you were sure you had closed flew open, the breeze blowing your curtains into the room. You sat up and looked towards the window, spotting a white and brown owl sitting on the sill. You furrowed your brow as you rose from your bed, sauntering over to the window to inspect your surprise guest. “How did you open my window?” you asked, more to yourself than to the bird, and reached over to close it. As you got closer, a black cloud surrounded the owl. The cloud formed into a midnight blue cloak and the figure under it grew into the size if a full grown man. The wind picked up as the owl transformed and when it finally died down, standing before you was a handsome blond in black leather, the blue cloak attached elegantly to his shoulders. “Who are you?” you asked. “You should know,” he replied. “You summoned me.” Your eyes widened in realization that the childhood chant had worked. “You’re the Goblin King.” “Jareth,” he corrected. “Can you really take me to your castle?” He raised a brow. “If that’s what you want. But I’m sure you’ll change your mind.” You shook your head. “I won’t.” He led you out of your window, and where your back yard used to be, there was a hill that overlooked a very expansive labyrinth of stone and shrubbery. “The labyrinth,” you breathed. “I’ll give you thirteen hours to solve the labyrinth and find my castle. If you reach the castle in that time, you will have the option to go home. If not, you will live in my kingdom forever.” When you turned around to respond, he was gone. You grinned. This was your chance. Tick. Tock. Tick. A miniature image of you was reflected in Jareth’s crystal ball. He held it delicately in his hand as he sat in his throne, staring intently and waiting for your next move. He was intrigued by your slow pace and plentiful patience. Why were you so content on not finishing your quest within the time limit? Did you really want to stay in his kingdom? Suddenly the image blurred and he could no longer see you. Just as his brow furrowed in confusion, one of his goblins rushed up the stairs and into his throne room. “Master! She’s made it! She’s at the city gates!” Jareth smirked to himself. “She really wants to stay…” Tick. Tock. Tick. You chuckled as the goblins fought to keep you out. You weren’t struggling to get inside, since you weren’t fighting the clock. You let them run around frantically and when they wore themselves out, you stepped around them or moved them aside. You eventually made it to the castle, watching as the goblins moved aside to let you in. You wondered why they were now being so compliant when they had spent so much energy pushing you away. Perhaps making it this far granted you automatic access. You stepped inside the stone building, climbing the stairs that led to his throne room. There you found a surprising lack of goblins, and one Goblin King with an unreadable expression. He sat draped across his chair, his elbow propping him up on one arm while his legs dangled over the other. He listened to the clock dinging loudly, signaling that your time was up. “It’s passed thirteen hours, (y/n).” “I know,” you replied. “That means you have to stay.” “I know.” He rose from his throne and sauntered towards you. You tried not to show your attraction in your expression or body language. He stopped just before you, close enough that you could feel his breathing. “Why do you want to stay?” he murmured. “I could turn you into a slave.” “You won’t,” you replied confidently. “I think you want me to stay. You’re lonely, being the only non-goblin here.” He chuckled. “I suppose.” He reached up a hand to rest on your cheek and you instinctively leaned into his touch, surprising him further. “Then I have a proposition for you,” he murmured, looking down at you. You raised a brow, silently asking him to explain. “Be my Goblin Queen.” Your eyes widened slightly. You’d been hoping for a special place in his kingdom, but you hadn’t expected this. “Yes,” you agreed, almost immediately. He grinned, dipping his head. His hand on your cheek tilted your head up to meet his actions as he brushed his lips over yours, giving you a chance to pull away. Instead, you threw your arms around his neck and kissed him properly, moving your lips against his. His arms slid down to wind around your waist, tugging you closer. The kiss was sweet and warm and surprisingly thrilling, leaving you wanting more. You never wanted to leave his arms. He nipped your lower lip before pulling back for air. “Welcome to your new kingdom, my queen.” You grinned up at him. You definitely made the right decision.

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Maybe some yandere Jareth for a woman afab that he meets while pretending to be an owl/human? Then he steals her away to court and marry?

*dance magic dance plays in the background* woah this one turned out long! consider it my offering to the god that is David Bowie

Debts Repaid (Yandere JarethxReader)

Hiking through the park, you soaked in the warmth of the day. After such a long, harsh winter, it felt as though spring had finally made it through. You relished the opportunity to finally get out of the house and enjoy the revival of nature. The grass and the leaves of the trees seemed to almost bleed green, and you could hear the chirping of the birds that had already returned. You seemed to be the only person at the park though, everyone else not trusting this sudden change in weather. But as you rambled through the trees, you found yourself glad that you had the park to yourself, at least for today.

Suddenly, you heard the cracks and crash of the branches above you, the sound practically deafening in the otherwise quiet area. You looked up to see a large bird tumbling through the trees, quickly approaching the ground. It was desperately trying to keep its wings open, and although it was not able to resume flight, it was able to slow its descent. As it fell to the ground, you paused, unsure of what you should do. Cautiously, you began to approach the bird, needing to see if it was all right. When you reached it, you saw that it was an owl, a white barn owl, in fact. It was struggling to keep itself upright, which is how you noticed what exactly was wrong. One of the owl’s legs was broken, forcing the owl to try to hop awkwardly to stay standing. The creature was understandably preoccupied, but after a moment it turned to you.

You gasped quietly at the sight of his eyes. They were piercing, and there was something almost human in their affect. You didn’t know very much about owls, but something about this one struck you as special. The two of you simply stared at each other for a moment, the owl cocking his head to one side in curiosity.

“Hello,” you whispered. “I’m not going to hurt you.” At your words, the owl gave a hoot, one that a part of you thought you recognized as amused, as if he understood what you had said and found the thought of you trying to harm him ludicrous. Slowly, as not to startle the bird, you took off your drawstring backpack and reached into it to bring out your water bottle. Twisting off the top, you poured some of your water into the cap and set in on the ground between you and the owl. He considered it for moment, and then began to approach it, careful to keep his injured leg from brushing the ground. As he drank, you took the opportunity to peer closer at his leg, wondering if you should call animal control. But as soon as the thought crossed your mind, the owl’s head turned sharply towards you, and he ruffled his feathers angrily.

“Okay,” you said, raising your hands in placation. “I won’t call, but you still need someone to look at your leg.” A distant part of you wondered why you were bothering to speak to the bird as if he could comprehend you, but a larger, more instinctual part told you that he could understand every word that you said. This impression was further reinforced as the owl came closer to you and held out his leg. At this sign of encouragement, you grasped the bottom of your thin shirt and began to tear at it. After a moment, you had decent sized strip of cloth, and your companion hooted approvingly. Crouching down beside him, you took his leg and started to wrap the cloth around it tightly. Once you tied it, the owl simply blinked in thanks and flew off.

As you journeyed home, you thought that that would be the last time you would see the bird. But as the days passed, you were soon proven wrong. The very next morning, as you were preparing some breakfast, you spotted the owl from your kitchen window. At first you believed him to be a different bird, especially when you noticed that both of his legs were perfectly healthy and lacking any bandages. When he turned to face you, however, you recognized his eyes instantly. Over the next few days, you observed that the owl would show up wherever you went, provided that it was not indoors. And even when you were inside, you would either see him from a window or find him soon after you stepped outside. Once again you considered calling animal control, as this hardly seemed like normal bird behavior. But whenever you thought of doing so, a sickening feeling would twist and turn through you, warning you strongly against the idea. Besides, you thought to yourself, it was not as though he was bothering anyone.

It was true, as much as you had seen the owl, he never came as close to you as he did that first day. He seemed content to watch you from a distance, though for what purpose you had no idea. One day though, his careful distance was broken. You were walking through the park with a friend of yours, the two of you enjoying the opportunity to catch up with each other. You were having such a nice time, in fact, that you forgot about your new, feathered companion. So when your friend slung his arm around your shoulders, you thought nothing of it, until the owl soared towards him, screeching and slashing at your friend with his talons. Shoving your friend behind you, you began to yell.

“Stop it! Get the hell away from him!”

The bird paused at your demands, gave one last screech, and flew away. You took your friend home and helped him to clean his wounds, thankful that none of the scratches went very deep. After explaining to him your story with the bird, he made you promise to call animal control if the owl ever came close to you again. Heart twisting, you agreed, not sure if you could actually go through with it. When you arrived back home, you searched all the treetops for the bird, but when you didn’t see him, you dared to hope that he might leave you alone from now on.

Later that night though, as you were puttering around the house, you felt a pair of eyes on you. Attempting to ignore the sensation, you decided to turn in for the night and went up to your bedroom. The room was surprisingly cold when you entered it, something that was explained when you noticed the open window. What couldn’t be explained though, was how it had opened in the first place. You were sure that you hadn’t opened it yourself, but you couldn’t think of any other possible explanation. So you forced yourself to near the window to close it, when your eyes caught something you would have preferred for them to ignore. On the windowsill, catching the moonlight, there lay a long, white feather. Hesitantly, you picked it up, half expecting it to disappear. But it failed to do so, staying with you as you spun it between your fingers. As a sense of unease rippled through you, you tried to shove it back down, hoping that you were just being paranoid.

“I wish I just knew what was going on,” you whispered to yourself. As soon as those words left your lips, the lights in your room began to flicker. A sudden wind roared against your house, and the window was thrown back open. Backing against the wall, you stood silently as you witnessed the owl fly towards you. When he came through your window and officially arrived in your bedroom, however, he was no longer an owl.

Standing before you was a pale stranger, all at once alien and familiar. His eyes were startling, one of them light while the other was dark, and gave you the impression that of a predator watching its prey. Blond hair reached past his shoulders, the top of it rather ruffled, thus paralleling the shape of the owl’s head. He wore a loose white shirt with a dark vest around it that exposed much of his chest, and leather pants that left very little to the imagination. You could only gawk at him, praying that you were simply dreaming. But as he began to approach you with a smug smile on his face, you had to concede that this didn’t seem to be the case.

“Hello, love,” he purred once he reached you.

“Who the hell are you?”

“I? I am the Goblin King, but you may call me Jareth.” You swallowed nervously.

“You-you don’t look like a goblin.” He laughed at your comment, rather amused with your continuing ignorance.

“That is because I am not a goblin, love. I am simply their ruler.”

“Okay…but what are you doing here?”

“You wished for me to explain what was going on, did you not?” he asked with a satisfied grin. “I am only too happy to oblige.” But rather than begin to explain, he instead reached out and took your face in his hand. Something sparked through you at his touch, and you leaned into it subconsciously. For a minute, the two of you simply stood there as he began to stroke your cheek. A haze soon found its way into your head, and you found your eyes beginning to close. Before they could though, some part of you stayed awake enough to force you to bite the inside of your cheek harshly, bringing you out of your stupor. At the sight of your eyes snapping back open, Jareth removed his hand and seemed to smile slyly.

“Well then?” you asked, “What’s going on?”

“I was the owl that you saved,” he answered. “I was journeying through this world when I was attacked, leaving my leg broken. If I had been in my own kingdom, I could have healed it immediately, of course, but things being what they were, I was at the mercy of this realm. That is, until you helped me. I was intrigued by you, to say the least. I have had many dealings with humans in years past, and I have found them to uniformly selfish and arrogant. Your actions, therefore, served to surprise me.”

“What does that have to do with you following me around?”

“Well, at first, I was merely fulfilling my duties. You helped me, and I was hence bound to do the same for you. My kind are honorable, a debt never goes unpaid.”

“Is that what you call attacking my friend? A debt repaid?” you cried. At your words, the Goblin King’s calm demeanor seemed to crack, and his eyes flashed angrily. But as quickly as his anger appeared, it sunk beneath the surface as he forced himself to smile and continue as if you hadn’t spoken.

“While my debt to you was my initial reason for watching over you, something about you continued to pull me towards you. You are not like other humans, little one. After giving it much thought, I have finally found the proper way to repay you.” Gazing down at you, he reached out his hand once more, only chuckling when you jerked away from his touch.

“And what may that be?” you asked warily.

“You clearly do not belong here with the rest of mankind, your flesh may be human but your soul is far more noble. I shall take you to my realm, where you truly belong.” Eyes widening, you shook your head in dispute.

“I can’t.”

“Oh?” the king scoffed in amusement. “Whyever not?”

“Because, my whole life is here. My friends, my family, everything. This is my home.”

“Oh pet,” he sighed. “You humans and your fancies. Just because you have known no other world does not mean that this one is your home. In my kingdom you will find everything that this world lacks. There I can weave your dreams for you, and play you music on the wind. Here lies only misery and drudgery for you. There you shall be a queen, my queen.” His voice was so gentle, so soothing that as you listened to him speak you couldn’t help but imagine yourself in the tempting picture that he painted. But once again, you forced yourself to not to sink into the dream.

“And what if I don’t want to be?” At your question, Jareth smirked smugly.

“We both know that you do, love. I have seen your every secret, your every dream, and they all mirror mine. You belong to me and to the labyrinth, whether you accept it or not.” Pausing in his speech, but before you could gather your thoughts, he twisted his hand and summoned a crystal. He presented its smooth, round surface before your eyes and began to twirl it back and forth, the movement captivating you. As you stared at it silently, strange images swam before your eyes. You saw a maze made out of stone, its passages twisting and turning in impossible ways. You saw a vast array of creatures, some beautiful yet frightening and some hideous yet enticing. Scenes of you and the Goblin King danced before you, all at once terrifying and wondrous. You witnessed a dozen kisses between you two, some chaste and sweet while others burned you just from looking at them. You saw the both of you joined on an unfamiliar bed, drinking in each other’s being, and heat pooled your core at the sight. That familiar haze began to enter your mind once more, but this time it wrapped around you too tightly for you to reject it. Even when Jareth caused the crystal to disappear, the fog remained, continuing to cloud your thoughts.

“I…” you tried to say, before falling silent again. Sensing that you would no longer object to his touch, the otherworldly king grasped your chin and tilted your face up to his. Pleased at the sight of your misted eyes, he leaned down and brushed his lips softly against yours. It was a feather of a kiss, but the feeling of it still left you dizzy.

“Well?” Jareth queried. “Do you wish to come with me?”

“Yes,” you whispered dreamily, “I do.” At your agreement, Jareth suddenly met his lips with yours, swallowing your very breath. Running his tongue against your lips, you granted him access and allowed him to twine his tongue with yours. He held your waist possessively, imprisoning you against him. As your kiss continued, the haze in your mind only grew stronger, with you soon fading in and out of your limited awareness. When you finally fell unconscious, the Goblin King brought you into his arms and walked off into the shadows.

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Can you write a fic where Jareth loses his magic temporarily and gets trapped in owl form? Maybe he has an injured wing or tries seeking shelter from a thunderstorm. You take him home with you and care for him, thinking he's just a barn owl, until he recovers a few days later and turns back to normal. He tells you he wants to take you back to his castle and eventually court you, much to your surprise?

Jareth X Reader - Aboveground

A/N – Hey, forgot to mention that I have an AO3 user under the same name now, though I still primarily work on Tumblr.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

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You're Jareth's betrothed. A masquerade is held on the eve of your wedding, but a jealous Fae woman poisons you with sleeping potion. You collapse in Jareth's arms & the woman's arrested, taunting him. If he can't find the cure before the stroke of 13 on the 13th day, you'll die. He goes nearly mad slaving over books & traveling everywhere, desperate to save you. On the last day, he finds the cure & you wake up confused, but Jareth's so relieved he holds you tight & cries into your shoulder.

Jareth X Reader –Slipping Away

A/N – Fun fact, Sluagh are part of Irish folklore, I didn’t make them up. They’re the spirits of the restless dead, sometimes viewed as fae with no loyalty, reason or mercy, doomed to wander the Earth in hordes.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

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Birthday Queen / Jareth Headcanons

Request: Hiii, love! I just fell in love with your last Jareth headcanons, you’re simply awesome! I was wondering when you have time could you please write some headcanons about our dear Goblin King celebrating his girl’s birthday? I have a birthday at the end of August and this will be just amazing! 😘😘😘😘

Ahh happy early birthday, I hope you have a wonderful day my dear! <3

Jareth, of course, would spoil you in the only way he knows how, by going completely over the top.

He manages to find some old decorations stored away in one of the dusty old rooms of the castle. It was definitely an interesting sight, walking in on him and about a dozen goblins on ladders, or trying to jump onto the ceiling, gold and bronze streamers hanging down around your head. Jareth would be half standing off one of the ladders, elbow resting on a step as he huffs, shouting directions at the poor goblins who are running about the place trying to put up banners.

The sentiment was nice - the execution, perhaps, not so great when one of the goblins runs into the ladder Jareth was resting on and sends them both tumbling to the floor at your feet.

He would also make his goblins help him bake a massive cake, about eight tiers, in all your favourite flavours. Baking it in his tight black trousers and nice white dress shirt was perhaps not the best idea though, as he ends up covered from head to toe in chocolate, sprinkles, cream, as if he had rolled around in all the ingredients first before baking them.

In the end, when the huge cake finally collapses under its own weight and slides in a wet lump onto the floor, he decides to bake you a more manageable one himself.

Swiping a bit of cream off the floor and placing it onto his nose was fun though. His frown instantly turned into a grin, and you laughed and turned on your heel to run when he started scooping up bits of cake and throwing it at you in a massive food fight.

Kissing it off his lips when the two of you were covered was definitely the best present of all.

He would spend the whole morning of your birthday with you, cuddling up to you in bed. He would be the big spoon, his hair tickling your cheeks as he pressed warm, slow kisses up your neck and pulled you against his chest. When he finally decides to entangle his legs from yours, and leaves you sighing on the four poster bed, he returns after a few minutes with your favourite breakfast on a tray.

He would bring you a really rare flower as a present, one only to be found in the hidden forests right at the edge of the Labyrinth, saying it reminded him of you, his precious flower.

He also gives you a locket with your initials carved into it, to remind you of him whenever he had to go away for a while.

Coming towards the end of the evening, he would surprise you with a massive ball he had thrown in your honour. Ignoring all the beautiful ballgowns and the sparkles that seemed to float through the light like stardust, he kept his eyes on you the whole evening with such a gentle, from the heart smile. His hand never led your waist, his lips brushing your forehead as the two of you spent the whole night dancing as the King and the beloved Queen of the Labyrinth.

long-cosmos-overhead

Not sure if someone sent this before, but can you write first kiss headcanons with Jareth?

Ohhhhhh y e s

(I do not own Labyrinth or it’s characters/ gif not mine)

For one Jareth would not be shy about expressing how he wants to kiss you so bad but he also respects your boundaries and doesn’t want to invade so he waits until you’re comfortable enough

As days ticked by he really couldn’t help himself and he found himself wanting to kiss you more and more he had so much built up desire and passion that words couldn’t express towards you

You notice how his eyes seem to linger on your lips each day and you also know he’s practically counting down seconds until he can kiss you he really really loves you and wants to show it

When you finally let him kiss you after you yourself have been yearning for it note that the flood gates have been opened and he is going to absolutely take your breath away and ravish you

Jareth is incredibly passionate he has so much love for you, you make him all kinds of happy and warm inside the very second he senses you’re completely and utterly serious he collides into you wrapping his arms around you and placing his lips on yours

He starts off gentle releasing his hold on your waist to cup your face and he’s gentle for a fair while but it’s so obvious he wants more

Jareth gets rougher after a few minutes loving every second he gets with you and he feels like what he’s doing isn’t showing you how much he loves you so he gets rougher every so often as ironic as it is, it feels magical

He is so dominant he takes charge every time especially after your first kiss when he knows you’re comfortable kissing you is the only other time he feels so passionate aside from being around you in general

He’s definitely pinned you to his throne or against the wall before

He does it a lot

Jareth’s kisses are frequent at least twice a day he just loves holding you to him and kissing you he’s completely addicted to your lips

He likes when you initiate the kiss and he finds it incredibly attractive when you take charge in fact he enjoys it after a long day but usually he’s dominant

Jareth kisses you whenever he wants as well you could be watching something and he’ll tilt your head to kiss you

Jareth has made it his tradition to take you to masquerades and kiss you hard after the last song, he kisses you before, during and after other songs too something about having you looking even more stunning than usual in his arms dancing sparks something so deep within him he can’t help it

Your first kisses summed up was magical everything about it was surreal and Jareth kisses you with even more passion every time you complete him

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Two? (Jareth x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Jareth being a fae certainly has it’s perks, especially when he can sense the things you can’t

Warnings: None

Word Count: 578

Requested by: @soggy-enchilada Yo I love your blog so I was wondering if you’d write a jareth x reader where the reader is an only child and ends up pregnant with twins or triplets with jareth and what he would be like as a father and stuff?? Like how he’d react when she told him and stuff like that??man I just need some David Bowie imagines that involve him being a loving dad ☺️

A/N: This is such a sweet little idea! Thank you so much for requesting my love and I hope it’s similar to what you had in mind. Feedback is always appreciated! ♡

Jareth was splayed lazily across the throne, his left leg hooked over the arm in typical Jareth fashion, eyes closed softly with thin strands of hair cascading across his handsome face. You crept closer silently and knelt down on the steps below him, leaning up to place a kiss upon his jaw.

“Wake up my love,” You cooed softly, a bright smile gracing your lips as his eyes fluttered open gently. Upon seeing your figure sitting on the cold stone steps, Jareth leapt up in his throne to make room for you.

“(Y/N) you are with child, you can’t be sitting like that,” He chastised, “Come, sit up here with me.”

“I can manage just fine Jareth,” You assured him calmly as you took his hand to steady you on your feet, “plus what I am supposed to do when my husband takes up all the space?” You added with a giggle and cheeky smile.

“Oh hush you.” He bundled you into his lap quickly, so your back was flush against his chest with his arms wrapping around your body, hands resting over your stomach protectively.

He was absolutely ecstatic the day you told him you were pregnant. You were unsure of what to expect, seeing as you hadn’t really discussed the proposition of having children, considering you’d just married and were still learning your way around your new role as Goblin Queen. It was the greatest relief as you saw his entire being light up in pure adoration. He’d never admit it, but the few silvery tears that welled up in his mismatched eyes didn’t go unnoticed by you as he quickly swept you up and spun you around in the tightest hug he could manage. Ever since, he’d kept the closest eye on you, becoming even more protective then beforehand and talking endlessly of all the things your little family would do together once your child was born.

The pair of you sat in silence for a while, indulging in the quiet moments that would be hard to come by in just a few months’ time. Jareth’s thumb rubbed gently above your navel, lulling you into a comfortable rest that you so desperately needed. Just as you were on the verge of falling into a deep slumber, you felt Jareth’s movements stop and heard his breath hitch in his throat.

He contemplated for a moment or two before a deep rumble of joyous laughter erupted from his chest and he began pressing sweet kisses up the side of your neck feverishly, his arms tightening around you.

“What’s wrong Jareth? What’s goin-“

“There’s two.” He interrupted quickly before continuing with his actions.

“Two?” You questioned. Confused by the sudden change in his demeanour, you turned your body to face him, placing your hands on his chest to ground yourself from the wave of nausea that washed over you as you moved.

He looked deep in your eyes with the most pure expression of joy painted across his features, “There’s two in there (Y/N), we’re having twins.”

When the Prince and Princess of the Underground were born, although you thought it wasn’t possible, you found yourself falling even further in love with Jareth. He was the most loving father, and as you watched him sing your daughter softly to sleep at night or as he whisked your son into a proud hug after he mastered his first spell; you wondered why you hadn’t had children sooner.

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It's a deal then alright! From now on, I shall be knows as not-sick-anymore-anon when requesting lol. I love that I have a nickname now XD Speaking of requests, I have another one. As much as I love all the lovey dovey scenarios with Jareth, I'd like to see something little angsty for a change if thats ok? Arguments and fights are part of every relationship, so some headcanons; what do you argue about, who apologies first and how, how long can you ignore him before he begs for your attention?

Ooh love the idea

(I do not own Labyrinth or it’s characters/ gif not mine)

As much as you’ve made Jareth a happier person and far nicer he can still be mean and snappy and just because he’s nicer doesn’t mean he forgot how to use harsh words

Usually for a small scale argument to happen Jareth would snap at you saying something cutting that just rolled of his tongue that you and him both know he didn’t mean

Typically he’s tired and wound up from the goblins, work or maintaining the labyrinth and just demands to be held or lies across you until you play with his hair or give him attention however there are times when instead he gets nasty

Small things like a sharp jab at you are taken with a pinch of salt and you leave Jareth alone and do your own thing while he cools off but it’s awfully rare he turns his insults on you

Jareth always feels bad a few seconds after he says it he hates watching you leave him because he’s angered or upset you and he worries you won’t come back but after half an hour the pair of you are back to normal cuddling on his throne with Jareth telling you he’s sorry until he can’t talk anymore

When you get angry at him over the way he treats people or something he’s said or done Jareth puts on a scowl and is practically a walking time bomb until things have resolved however it’s still a minor falling out and only lasts an hour tops before things resolve naturally

Despite arguments being few and far between you’ve had some big ones they’re rare and incredibly heated and upsetting for both of you but Jareth can be hotheaded and you can be stubborn

Arguments like these started from you asking to go home you missed your friends and family and you didn’t want to go permanently however Jareth saw it differently he thought you were trying to leave him for good and he’d go back to being lonely so he downright refused and from there it escalated

You ended up in tears, Jareth felt like he’d just lost you forever, both of you yelled and overall it was a mess

Jareth took a few hours to calm down and think things over most likely wanting to be alone he genuinely wants you to be happy don’t get him confused he just doesn’t want you to leave him and when you told him you wanted to leave to see other people you loved he thought you wouldn’t want to return

You were extremely upset Jareth didn’t let you go even for a day but you were also rather livid you had a right to do what you wanted and he got angry for essentially no reason so you did the best thing you could think of

You pulled yourself together, took some time to yourself and walked out of your room to do whatever you pleased completely ignoring Jareth’s existence

Jareth hates silent treatment with a burning passion he wants to talk to you and do domestic things with you he loves spending all his time both verbally and physically with you and silent treatment blocks that completely

At first Jareth gets frustrated and tries to trick you into talking or acknowledging him and if that fails he storms off but that doesn’t mean he’s not worried about you

He watches you through his crystals to make sure you’re safe and he does so for hours he really misses you he doesn’t feel right without you, it feels wrong being alone

After about two days Jareths on his knees begging you to talk to him he really doesn’t deal with not having you well he gets touch starved easily, he went from being in some sort of contact with you every few minutes to having no contact at all

At this point you’ve mulled over what happened enough to forgive him and once you have he’s definitely going to make it up to you and will spend as much time as physically possible with you

He takes you back home for a while which becomes an established holiday where he takes you back on certain dates so you don’t feel confined to the Labyrinth he stays with you in his own form anyways

Should the tables turn and Jareth give you the silent treatment you’d feel awful it would take something big to get Jareth to ignore you and you’ve got some making up to do

After Jareth’s calmed down all it takes is for you to hug him tight and whisper I missed you and he can’t help but hug you back even tighter you both miss each other tremendously when this happens

Fights are rare between you and Jareth and it’s unlikely you’ll end up fighting on a large scale but big or small you always end up back in each other’s arms

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Magic (Part 2 of “A Dream”)

Here’s the requested part 2 of “A Dream”! *Familiar characters are not mine! Also, the end monologue is taken directly from the movie. Not mine!*

Fandom: Labyrinth

Warnings: Angst-ish. Fluff! Jareth is a happy Jareth.

Pairings/Characters: Jareth the Goblin King x reader

The castle loomed ever closer as you fought your way through the Goblin City. It had taken a while, but your memory was no longer fuzzy. You remembered why you were in the Labyrinth in the first place. The guilt ate away at you the closer you got to Jareth’s castle. All your stress had compiled into one regretful sentence toward your sibling’s child.

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Meeting and Courting Jareth

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(Apologies for the long meeting, I just love him and the story of Labyrinth with all my heart)

- The thing about Jareth is that he becomes what you wish for him to be. If you want an adventure then he’ll give you one. Want romance? You’ll get it. Want an escape? He’ll whisk you away in an instant. Everything that you encounter is there because of you.

- But perhaps we’re getting ahead of ourselves. You and Jareth meet after you encounter the story of the Labyrinth at an old bookshop.

- You couldn’t quite explain why you’d entered the shop. Curiosity perhaps, you’d never been inside, in fact, you hadn’t even known it existed. But a part of you knew that it was more than that; you felt a pull towards it. It was as though something beyond your understanding had wanted you to go inside. And so you did.

- Wandering between the dusty, wooden shelves filled with old, fading books, you jumpd as an abrupt dull thud came from behind you. Once you’d turned, you found that a book had fallen off the shelves. ‘The Labyrinth’ the cover read and upon opening it, you saw the portrait of an unsightly yet endearing goblin printed on the opening page.

- You went to put it back on the shelf before an odd gnawing feeling filled you, as though you were missing out on something if you returned it to its; what you thought was it’s, rightful place. You turned the book around and gazed at the cover for another moment before deciding that you’d purchase it.

“Oh that one? That one you can have for free. See how old it is? Free, free, free. No ones bought it for many years, you’re doing me a favor by taking it.” The withered shop keeper had said as you went to hand them the book.

- Odd. You thought since nearly all of the books in the shop were just as old if not older. But who were you to turn down a persons generosity? Thanking the shop keeper, you left the store, clutching your newly owned book in your hand as you made your way home.

- Once you arrived home, you set the book down and went about the rest of your routine. It wasn’t until later that night that you actually cracked the book open, completely unaware of how invested you would become in the story.

- You spent hours devouring the pages, seldom stopping for anything and oblivious to the starry eyes which watched you from the dark of the night outside your window.

- It was a few days later that you would first encounter the goblin king in person. You’d had a bad day and felt as though you’d rather disappear forever than be a functional human being for another day. It was then that you remembered a specific quote from the story you’d read mere days before. With a solemn chuckle, you sank to the floor, closing your eyes and saying the words.

“I wish the goblins would come and take me away right now.”

- You sat silent for a long moment, taking a few deep breaths and trying to forget about the day you had. Creak! Your eyes snapped open and your head whipped to the side before you began to laugh nervously, there was nothing there.

- But in an instant, it felt as though the entire room was alive and that; even though you were completely alone, there was someone or something there with you. The distinct feeling of being watched filled you and you felt a twinge of panic invade your senses. You quickly made your way towards your back door and stepped outside …only to find that you weren’t in your backyard.

- Before you was the beautiful view of a, well, a labyrinth. It was just like the one in the book. Were you dreaming? You must have been, how else would you be …here.

- You began to walk towards the labyrinth, soon encountering the fairies, Hoggle, the worm. You marveled at the place around you and yet, you were worried. How would you get home?

- The answer wasn’t going to be anywhere outside of the labyrinth, and so you kept on going. Maneuvering your way through obstacle after obstacle, joining up with Hoggle once more who agreed to show you the way out after some bribery and blackmail. It was with Hoggle that you saw him for the first time.

- Well, it wasn’t really him at first, he was sitting on the ground in the shape of a creature-esque beggar. Even if it was him, you wouldn’t have recognized him. You moved closer to Hoggle as the two of you went to pass the blind beggar, creeping past before the creature spoke.

“Your majesty.” Hoggle said and your eyes widened. Stooping slightly, you bowed your head in a show of respect, up until the king made Hoggle confess his “true intentions behind helping you”.

- Unbeknownst to you, the goblin king was jealous of your newfound friendship with the ghastly little man and sought to squash it. Playing the role of kind king, he watched your reaction to the news, hiding his glee and making a face of teasing disappointment at the Hoggle.

“And you Y/n,” he turned his attention towards you, a smirk settling on his face as he leaned against the wall in front of you. “How are you enjoying my labyrinth?”

“Well, it’s very beautiful,” you fumbled for the right words to say, your throat dry and your stomach filled with butterflies. “I’ve enjoyed my time here, the good and the bad. But …I would like to know the way home….”

- He tsked at you before offering you a deal. If you managed to arrive at his castle in the next thirteen hours, then you could leave. But if you couldn’t, you would have to stay with him forever. With no other option, you accepted the challenge.

- Of course, he tries to foil all of your plans and attempts. Every now and again, he’ll drop in and make your mission harder. He’s always very smug whenever he messes you up and makes you take a longer route, though; at the same time, he wants you to arrive at his castle as soon as possible.

- Throughout his visits, he’ll try and win you over. Trying to impress you with his powers and woo you with his charms.

- Not many people have gotten as far as you have so believe me; he’s impressed. Though he also feels jealous as he watches you express any affection to the creatures of the labyrinth and your new friends. He threatens them every time they leave your sight.

- Regardless of his attempts to throw you off track, you do in fact make it to the castle in time. Thoroughly distraught, he offers you a final desperate deal though it sounds more like a plea. Let him rule you. Stay with him, fear him, love him. Do as he says, and he will be your slave.

- The offer makes you freeze, your heart and mind racing. For a long moment, you remain silent before you slowly open your mouth and give him your answer. Yes, you’ll stay.

- The smile he gives you is genuine and the world around you begins to put itself back together. Soon enough, you’re standing in the room full of staircases, a hopeful feeling rising within you.

“Come, let us pick your new room.” He offers you his hand and you take it, allowing him to lead you into the corridor of the castle.

- The two of you have dinner that night and both of you would consider it to be your first date. Candle light, flowers, the occasional rambunctious goblin; it was beautifully strange and you wouldn’t have changed a thing.

- The two of you share your first kiss in one of the many gardens of the Labyrinth. You were admiring the flowers and he was standing beneath a shady tree, admiring you; something he does very often.

- Out of nowhere, he stalked out from his shaded corner, hands behind his back as he leans down and kisses you. No words spoken, no questions asked and certainly no complaints made. He pulled away and you smiled up at him, though he was looking at the flowers in front of you. He only returned your smile as you turned back to the flowers happily, his heart full of adoration and gratitude.

- The two of you would only remain together forever …not long at all.

- You’re only ever in the company of goblins and/or other creatures; and he couldn’t care less about their comfort or opinions, so pda isn’t really a problem for him. The only problem with Pda is the fact that he doesn’t want to appear too soft in front of his subjects.

- Passionate, breathtaking kisses that make you weak in the knees and send a wave of heat coursing through you.

- He loves when you come to spend time with him; or just to see him, on your own accord, even if you’re technically disrupting something. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” He’ll say, his face brightening as you come into view or the instant he hears your voice.

- He craves your affection and attention, even though he’s good at hiding it. He knows that he’s been “alone” for a very long time but it still genuinely surprises him when he’s reminded as to how much he’s actually missed having a companion.

- He always gives you a closed lip smile whenever you kiss him on the cheek. How big it is depends on the situation.

- He loves when you play with his hair, he’ll lay between your legs and toy with his crystals while you braid or twirl his teased locks.

- Getting to hear him sing. He usually pulls you into a dance while he does so.

- He’s quite fond of terms of endearment, he likes that only he is truly allowed to call you them and you him. Usually, he’ll call you love, darling, pet, and my queen.

- He’s a cuddler but you aren’t allowed to let anyone know that. Most of the time, the two of you will sleep with your head on his chest, one of your hands in his and his other arm wrapped around you, keeping you close.

- He likes tracing his fingers across your skin, usually your bare back while you’re laying on your stomach next to him in bed.

- Hand kisses.

- Constant compliments and praise.

“Well don’t you look ravishing~”

- He plays little tricks on you from time to time. I’m fairly certain that he’s; at least, part fae and we all know that they’re mischievous little bastards.

- Occasionally getting spooked by him because he’ll just appear somewhere close to you out of nowhere, usually with an expression that tells you that he knew exactly what he was doing.

- He enjoys the banter that the two of you get into. He likes the little smiles he can force you into making with his teasing comments.

- Sometimes, he’ll just drape himself across you; or lay his head on some part of you, and start a conversation as though nothing is out of the ordinary; which is true because he does it enough that you’ve gotten used to it.

“Do you think it’s too much?”

- Telling him about your dreams and the little odd things that happen to you throughout the day, even though he most likely already knows about them. He finds it amusing to listen to you describe them either way.

- He likes having your full attention. He likes the feeling of being yearned for and adored, though he adores you the same amount if not more.

- He’s sorta clingy though he tries his best to hide just how clingy he is. You get little glimpses of it every now and again, like him dropping in to see what you’re doing throughout the day or having you stay close to his side whenever you can.

- He’s a; for the most part, chivalrous gentleman, even when you’re testing his patience. It doesn’t matter if you’ve just had an argument, he’s still offering you his hand to steady yourself with while climbing up the castle steps.

- Getting his capes draped over your shoulders.

- Getting to hear all of his stories about the land, the labyrinth, and all of the creatures that inhabit it.

- You definitely sit on his lap while he’s in his throne, having little conversations while the goblins jeer at each other and cause trouble around you.

- You try to get him to be nicer to the goblins and all the other creatures of the labyrinth but old habits die hard; especially since he sees them as below him. He tries though, mainly to please you.

- You’re somewhat feared by association; at least until they get to know you, which means everyone is pretty much always incredibly nice to you, even if they’re usually rude to people. After they do get to know you, then they just begin to genuinely like you enough to be kind to you.

- Although, they revert back to their; understandably, timid selves when Jareth shows up. You can; quite literally, tell when the king shows up because their smiles will drop and their eyes will widen, some cowering slightly as you glance behind your shoulder, finding the blonde watching you.

- Masquerade balls thrown in your honor.

- Strange but delicious meals.

- Nights spent in front of a fire, cuddled into his side and watching different places and dreams in his crystals.

- Watching the sun rise and set together.

- You get anything your heart desires, all you have to do is ask or mention something in passion. He’ll either leave it for you to find in your room or manifest it right then and there, raising an eyebrow at you and smirking, a sparkling little glint in his eyes.

- Magic tricks. He enjoys seeing the wonder and awe on your face.

- Hugs from behind.

- Catching him talking to the goblins about you. It’s always something that you can’t help but find cute.

- Getting dressed up in extravagant clothing. He enjoys seeing you in proper goblin ruler fashion.

- You assume your queenly duties and take it upon yourself to make the labyrinth a better place wherever you can. He doesn’t understand your need to be kind but he does find it quite adorable when you return home with dirtied clothing and mussed up hair; usually out of breath with a big smile on your face, having spent the day helping the citizens of the labyrinth.

“Well look at your dress. You’ve ruined it.” He’ll say, usually in such a fond teasing manner that you can’t help but let out a little laugh.

- All the goblins adore you, even if you don’t necessarily fit in with them and the king. They like your little quirks and contrasting personality traits as much as they like the ones that match theirs.

- Occasionally stepping in to stop him from making brash; and oftentimes cruel, decisions.

- He’s incredibly jealous. Anytime he sees someone talking to you in a relatively “too friendly” way, he’ll threaten them with the bog of eternal stench or some other horrible part of his land.

- He’s very protective of you, the labyrinth can be a very dangerous place for someone who doesn’t truly know where they’re going. He always insists that you have someone accompany you; which you usually have no problem with. He also watches you from his crystals whenever he feels that something is wrong.

- You cant be sure but you guess that Jareth has something to do with the barn owl that follows you on your little journeys through the land.

- Arguments here and there. He usually ends up either shutting you down or snapping at you, though he doesn’t ever yell. Just to be petty, you’ll ignore him and occasionally go to stay somewhere else, usually being wholeheartedly yet wearily accepted into the home of one of your strange friends.

- He’s extremely irritable during these cold shoulder sessions, snapping at the goblins more than usual and ranting to them about how you “could dare just walk out on” him. He usually makes the creatures/goblins try to convince you to talk to him. Eventually, he’ll visit, telling you that you’re acting childish before breaking; as you refuse to say a word to him, and desperately trying to get you to forgive him.

- He doesn’t say “I love you” constantly but he does say it very often. Even so, it doesn’t change how special it feels every time he says it.

- He wants to marry you as soon as he can but he thinks he’ll wait for children for a little while, wanting to savor your lives together before making a new one. As surprising as it may be, he genuinely does like children and is eager to have his own, especially with you.

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Headache / Jareth Headcanons

Request: hi I hope your having a good day can I request a Jareth x reader where Jareth is really tired from work in the Labyrinth and he gets a headache and the reader helps him out thanks so much

Of course lovely, as someone who used to get a lot of headaches I felt this aha I hope this is okay! <3

Jareth always gives his 100%, no matter what he does. When he first started courting you, all of himself went into writing you beautiful prose, setting up picnics under the stars and flying you over the most beautiful landscapes until your head is swept away by him. When he proposed to you, the goblins were still cleaning up the golden confetti and scraps of shimmering silver streamers that lay crinkles on the paved grounds of the castle, the whole night sky full of fireworks and festivities that had left you breathless.

The only problem with that - the flip side, is that he also gives 100% of himself to his work too. He wants the Underground to run smoothly, he wants the Labyrinth to run smoothly, precisely, like clockwork, the castle to be warm and grand and charming and everything you had ever wanted. He spent every second of every day, all his energy, his time, his thought, his love into making this place perfect for you.

He would do anything for the love of his life - for the person who made him smile with every whispering thought of your face that floated through his head. The one person with a grip on his heart, that sent shivers through his body as if you alighted his very soul.

So he works hard. Sometimes, too hard, and too much. Yet he never wants to worry you, so he buries it all deep down inside.

You know there’s a problem, one blistering and homely Autumn afternoon. You grimace as you hear the throne room doors slam open, and two pounding riding boots echo down the wide cobbled hallway. You put down your rolling pin, dusting off the bit of dough still stuck to the edges of your fingernails by rubbing it off on your apron. You plaster on a smile as you see a shadow flit over the stone arch entryway to the dungeon-like room, until you feel him hover behind you and press a kiss to the back of your head.

What you don’t fully notice, though, is the way his body slightly falls against your own, slipping for a moment as he allows his weight to rest against your back until you feel his hair tickle the nape of your neck.

You spin, pulling him tighter against your hip as you wrap your filthy hands gingerly around the his waist. You know there’s definitely something wrong though when he refuses to sway with you to your humming.

Even when you crinkle your eyes and pretend to throw a spot of flour on the tip of nose, he only sighs and takes a step back. You can hear him sneeze as he leaves, murmuring behind his back: ‘I’m sorry, my starlight. I just need to be alone for a while. Please, don’t worry about me, and I’m sorry, I know I promised to help you bake all the pies for our banquet tomorrow night.’

You can hear a faraway hoot as he transforms into an owl and flies off into the clouds outside the lattice window overlooking the herb garden.

Saying you were heartbroken would be an understatement, but you trusted your husband and respected him enough to give him the space he needs without hesitation.

Instead, you try to take your mind off worrying by going for a walk down by the Bog of Eternal Stench, but the breeze just felt a tad too shivery against your skin, the path just an inch too lonely without his hand to hold underneath the swirling stars. You try, instead, to go into the throne room, planning which silk ornaments and tulle to hang from the glimmering chandeliers for your anniversary ball next month, but the billowing halls just feel so empty without him there trying to distract you by leaning into you and whispering sweet nothings and kisses into the tip of your ear.

Eventually, you just snap and bribe one of the goblins into telling you where he’s run off to. It turns out, the goblin had seen Jareth slam into your bedroom window a couple of hours ago.

And that’s where you find him, lying in the dark and near naked in the chamber. There’s only the low flicker of a sole melting candle resting by his small vials and jars of glitter from the vanity table to cast shadows over the flumped form of your husband. His head is buried under your pillow, hands reached out over onto your side of the bed as he snoozed on top of the maroon silk sheets.

You gently slide on top of them, curling your feet under your knees as they hit his side. He twitches, fingers reaching out through his dreams to gently dance up your calf until they rest lankily on your knee. You begin to properly wake him up properly as you hitch yourself over his back, knees straddling his lower hips and hands rubbing against his back.

‘My love, if you’re not feeling well I want you to tell me, not suffer through it alone.’

He can only groan sadly and muffled in reply, still slightly drowsy and head swimming as he begins to whisper against the sheets.

You can barely see that his lips are moving until you dip your head towards his chest, finally making out that he’s just repeating ‘I love you, I love you’ over and over again.

He thumps himself over until he’s shuffled his head into your lap, pushing you down onto the pillows. His head spreads like gold dust onto your legs as he nestles into you. You begin rubbing his temples, knowing the tell-tale signs of his headache, as he just glances up at you, unblinking, with the most heartbreakingly love-struck look swirling in his eyes.

Sometimes you reach over to the nightstand and pick up some tubes of sweet-smelling rose gels to rub into his skin.

Or, you’ll get up to rub a cold towel on your husband’s head, or to try and get him to drink some iced water, but he always starts whining like a puppy and holding his hands out to bring you back to him.

Be ready for a night of him being groany and stubbornly clingy.

Yet, by the end of it, the two of you end up with tangled limbs and heads resting against hearts underneath a mountain of blankets and the promising dawn of a new wonderous day begins to rise over the walls of the Labyrinth.

bowieandqueen11

Sad Love / Jareth Imagine

Request: Ok, can I say you are an awesome writer! Idk if you’ve done one of these yet but can you do a Jareth x reader who thinks that they don’t deserve Jareth? You don’t have to of course! Have a nice day!

Thank you so much @starwarsloverpizza!!! I hope this is okay <3

(I do not own Labyrinth or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @daily80s.)

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Jareth was getting tired of hearing only one pair of footsteps echo off the stone corridors he stormed down.

Every step he took, he seemed to be losing himself deeper and deeper into the maze of clouded worry. The kitchen? Nothing in there except cracking wooden tables and a puffing cloud of flour two goblins had clapped, startled, into the air when he had entered. The Ballroom? Nothing in there but a dusty chandelier and glitter still raining and dancing on the floor in their own little masquerade - the last remnants of the passing midnight’s party. The bedroom? Nothing in there but picture frames of wedding, billowing drapes that flapped angrily in the cold afternoon wind, and a silence so piercing Jareth found himself recoiling from the door with a frown.

Heck, Jareth had even taken the time out of his day to go down for the first time ever and check the dungeons. But again, he was met with nothing but stone walls, empty wine racks and chilled air, and he was starting to become frightened at the possibilities of where his love might have disappeared off to. As he ventured deeper into his lonely, despondent castle, his fingers itched against his leather breeches, trying to calm their desperate ache to hold you again.

He chided himself, shaking his head and tutting as he passed by the entryway to the grand staircase. He had noticed that you had not been your right self for days now, and instead of doing what any doting and caring and loving - and he truly, truly wanted to act as all those things - partner would do and ask you what was on your mind, he had become too wrapped up in his own self importance and grandeur. He bit his bottom lip in frustration, thinking on how, this passing Saturday, he had tried to hold you in bed and you had pushed him off, burrowing deep into the covers and blankets on your own side like a rabbit running for shelter. And he had just played it off as you being bitten by the cold night that shook the cobbled quarters of your shared room. Glitter rained down on his peachy cheeks as he stamped his heels, devastated that he hadn’t noticed the way your hand would slip from his tight grip from where the two of you would sit side by side in front of the library’s fire in the evenings, just reading and enjoying one another’s presence. He had felt scorned by it, ashamed, and instead of speaking had pursed his lips and turned to the next page of his book with a raised eyebrow, too busy not reading the words to notice the tears that watered the creases of your eyes.

The way, for the last few days, you could barely meet his eye. Barely stand to be in his presence. Like a ghost haunting these halls, you had flitted in and out of his view like a mirage - all mirrors and smokes and wails. And he, the fool, had been the cruel shadows that blighted you. His soul had been ripped from him, and only now did he swallow his pride to realise the brightest part of himself was missing. He was furious at himself for being so blind, for being so cruel to the only thing in this world he truly cares about himself. He loves you more than anything, and once he finds you, he’s going to litter your face with kisses and remind you of it until every star falls from the sky.

And so he ran up the stairs, skidding up loose beige stones and using his hands to skim against the enclosing circular walls as he desperately raced up to the only place left he could believe you could be. Swallowing his fear, he just hoped he wasn’t too late. He prayed to the skies that he hadn’t been imprudent enough to drive you back to the human world, to drive you away from your home.

But much to his hammering heart’s relief, as he paused at the entrance to the grand horizon and held slender fingers over a stilted heart, there you were. Pausing a second to catch his breath, he felt relief flood his body as he watched you, the spark of light silhouetted against the rising darkness of this small, stony brick turret. There you sat, leaning against one of the jagged pillars, your feet tucked up to your knees and hiding underneath one of Jareth’s billowing shirts as you became accustomed to the air. But it wasn’t that which had him shocked. It was the faraway look in your tearful eyes, the desperate wide eyed fear that he, only a moment earlier, had felt as you looked at the stars. It was as if they were whispering to you - vibrant and alive as they swirled against the vastness of the Universe.

Your head tilted upwards, wallowing not so alone in your sorrow as you gazed up at the small jars of stardust, you were too busy trying to take in them all to notice your own shooting star creep up behind you until his hands were cupping your eyes.

‘Penny for your thoughts, my dove?’

You nearly jumped out of your skin, tumbling in an attempt to get away from your captor, until two slender arms pull you away from the tower and against a solid, warm chest. Only when you feel the fringes of curled hair tickle your cheek, and the scratchy edges only sequins can scrape with against your own arms, do you relax. Elbowing the man in the stomach gently, you huff humorously as he flies backwards, holding his stomach in mock pain.

‘You nearly scared the wits out of me, Jareth! I nearly went flying over the edge! And I know you may forget, but not everyone here can magically turn into an owl whenever they want.’

‘Hmm’, he begins, trying to hide his bubbling laughter as he taps his pointer finger against his lips. His thigh straddles the wall, hand grabbing onto your foot as he gazes over at you in front of the wall of velvet. ‘I do suppose you’re right, with big children running around the castle I suppose I may need to put up some safety barriers.’

‘Hey!’, you nudge his knee with a jolting kick until he’s finally laughing. Pulling yourself away from him again, you nestle back against the wall. ‘What are you doing up here anyway? I thought you had some big important Goblin meeting outside the Labyrinth today.’

‘Oh that’, he waves his hand with a smirk, but you can see the sadness in his eyes as they drop down to you. ‘That… is not important. But you, my star shine, are. I’m sorry for ignoring you, my love, but you must know I love you with all my heart, and I never meant-’

‘It-it’s not that, Jareth. I… I’m not up here because you’ve been ignoring me. I’m up here because I-I’ve been ignoring you.’

Jareth grabs your hand, and you allow him to unfurl your fingers and press them fondly against his heart. He shuffles forward until your knees knock against his own, and you can almost feel the confusion palpate off him in waves as he leans forwards. ‘My star, you haven’t been ignoring me - my behaviour is the one who has been unacceptable, and I profusely-’

‘No, Jareth, really. I-I’m sorry.’ His heart nearly breaks clean in two when the tears begin rolling down your cheeks in silent storms, and his fingers clench tighter against your own as you try to meet his gaze. ‘It’s just, this place! This place is so incredible and wonderful and I’m so glad you took me away, but I… I don’t deserve all this. You’re like this beautiful, ethereal being with his own kingdom, who rules across the stars and gives me so much love that I don’t deserve, I just- I’m just me. I don’t deserve all this.’

For a moment, you’re scared you’ve angered your husband as he drops your hand and placed it back down onto your lap. You’re afraid that he’s going to banish you away from the Underground, that he’s finally realised the truth and broken out of whatever spell clouded his senses and fooled him into believing he cherished you. But that wasn’t the truth. Not at all. Instead, the dusty cogs in his head start whirring as he stands up, trying desperately to stop you from seeing how badly his legs are shaking, how he’s nearly doubled over in stabbing pain his heart is causing as he turns from you. He shrugs his navy suit jacket off, before laying it down onto the ground and turning around, holding out a hand for you.

Without a moment’s hesitation, but with all the trust this measly world could muster, you take it. Gently, he leads you over, and with two firm hands pushes you down onto the ground until you can feel the smooth material against your back. Gazing up again, you rest your head against the stone as you feel Jareth place himself down at your side. Shoulder bumps solid shoulder, thigh rests against thigh, and you can hear him sigh as his hand creeps over your hip and joins with your own.

Pointing it up at the sky, he turns his chin to face you. And you nearly cry out with the look of swirling pain and devotion that clouds his normally so joyful and lively ears. Guiding your fingers, he plays connect with the stars, drawing out constellations and mapping out the skyline until he can finally get the words he’s been dying to say out of his choked throat.

‘Do you see that?’, he almost whispers, the words honeyed feathers against your sad ears. You nod slowly, and Jareth leans over to press a shaky kiss against your forehead. Keeping himself there, he blinks slowly before continuing. ‘Do you see the stars, Y/n? I would blight each and every single one of them, without a moment’s hesitation, if it meant even the promise of being one day being every worthy enough of ever having your love. Because I’m not, but for even the chance to know the split second of the infinity that only your love could bring, I would move them all.’

You blink back the tears as you furrow and squish your face into the side of Jareth’s shirt, closing your eyes and feeling invigorated by the sound of two paired hearts beating only for each other.

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Crumbled Kingdom

Based on this request: Oooh, how about Labyrinth where the reader comes to the crumbled Labyrinth after Sarah rejected Jarath and reader helps his broken heart? I just need a little flangst, if that’s okay.

Here you are! *Familiar Characters are NOT mine!*

Fandom: Labyrinth

Warnings: Angst with a semi-happy ending, a little bit of tension.

Pairings/Characters: Jareth x reader, Hoggle

“I wish the Goblin King would come and take us away right now,” you whispered. You felt slightly foolish saying the words from the book you’d grown up reading and had been reading to your young sibling when things got bad at home. While you were technically old enough to move out on your own, you couldn’t leave your sibling alone. That night was particularly bad, prompting you to utter the words that part of you hoped would send you away where those people who neglected you would never find you.

Your hopes were answered when you woke up to a slight crying of your name. You opened your eyes to find your sibling looking down at you with wide, teary eyes. You were immediately on alert, shooting up to make sure they were okay. You looked around in surprise. “What the-” you began but stopped yourself. Little ears hear everything after all.

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