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Lost Again? / Jareth Imagine

Request: how about jareth with a directionally challenged s/o? I can imagine the joy he'd get from them getting lost for the hundreth time even though they've been to everypart of the maze. Maybe wind up in an oubliette by accident and he's like"your supposed to meet me in the throne room how you did this boggles even me" 

The love for Jareth is honestly amazing, thank you! <3

Comments are much appreciated!

The daylight had dwindled to a barely perceptible lightening of the gloom.

Each wall of concrete had started to become identical to the next, without an identifying marker of any kind. 

Standing in what could be any part of the labyrinth, you realize your folly.

There was no reason that left would be better than right, or ahead better than doubling back.

You considered sitting until the dawn, but who knows what Goblins would come when you were made blind by the night.

Plus, your husband was so excited to show you what he had planned in the throne room, you didn’t want to disappoint him.

Walking out from the dead end, you sigh to yourself, wondering why there were always more paths than clues. 

You slump slightly, hands in pockets, waiting to choose. You examine the dirt, the direction of the sun, straining your ears for any sound.

You could barely hear the sound the sound of Jareth’s footsteps as he wanders around the labyrinth, trying to look in every nook and cranny with a smirk to find out where you had discovered this time.

With every step you took forward, Jareth seemed to be one step behind.

You would stop, start, take a short run to see if that got you anywhere, but alas it did not, and you felt a sinking feeling of despair as you realised something you had been denying for the past hour: you had been in this labyrinth thousands of time, but you were still lost.

Finally stumbling onto what looked like a trap door, you nearly cry out loud to be going inside, your footsteps echoing through the walls and alerting Jareth to your present as you climb down the staircase.

The dungeon was bare, except for a swooping that flew past your ears, the owl landing gingerly on the floor in front of you before transforming into the Goblin King.

He places his hands on his hips as he smirks at you, raising his eyebrows and shaking his head as you run towards him.

You nearly knock the two of you over as you wrap your arms around his waist, nestling your head into his chest and just breathing him in for a moment,

‘You were supposed to meet me in the throne room, my love! How you ended up here boggles even me, no one has been in this room for nearly a hundred years!’

‘It’s all part of my charm, Jareth’, you murmur against his skin.

‘I know, and I love you for it.’

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Jareth x Pregnant!Reader Headcanons

Request: Just read through your Bowie masterlist and I am in LOVE with how you write for him, I don’t see many Jareth fics out there so would it be alright if I request either headcannons or like a imagine for how Jareth would react to a pregnant s/o? Thank you! 

Thank you dear, it’s been way too long since I wrote for Jareth <3

My writing isn’t doing so well at the moment, so all comments and reblogs are much appreciated! <3

When you first told Jareth, you were so afraid you could feel your heart beating hard against the walls of your throat. You thought you were going to pass out as you approached his throne, but when he rushed down to grab you in his arms, asking if his queen was alright, it kind of just came blurting out.

You’d never seen the man so speechless before.

It takes a moment for the old clogs in his head to turn fast enough to keep up with what you had just told him, but when they do, he turns to look at you with such love in his eyes. He cups your cheeks and stares deep into your eyes.

Extremely possessive of you - constantly having his hands on your back, or resting lightly on your shoulders. Any time any of the goblins come near you, or even near him at all, he’ll start shouting and threatening to throw them all in the bog of eternal stench. You have to grab onto his arm and pull him back before he actually goes through with his promises.

Everyone believes that’s he’s just super protective, but in all honesty, he becomes a big softy.

He loves feeling his little son or daughter kick, he doesn’t mind which. He would spend countless nights on his knees by the bed, whispering sweet nothings or tales of the underground against your stomach, his voice cracking as his thumb rubs gently just above your belly button. His head rests against your stomach as your fingertips run through his blonde curls, as he whispers to your little precious gift how wonderful their mummy is, the biggest smile on his face.

Anytime you feel the littlest bit cold - bam - his cape is wrapped around your shoulders and his fingers are thoroughly rubbing against your arms, tucking you into his chest. He loves to stand behind you, with his hands wrapping around to gently spread over your stomach.

He was also taking more time off now, staying out of the business of the land a little bit more to be at home with you.

He would go to the ends of the earth, completely rearrange the stars for you if you needed anything. It didn’t matter to him what time it was - 4am, 2pm, midnight, if you needed him he was up by your side, or if you needed something, he was out like a flash until he found it.

When you’d complain about how big you were and how you couldn’t even touch your toes anymore, he’d chuckle and press kisses to your cheeks, telling you not to be so silly, and that you were still the most radiant creature in existence.

You couldn’t fall asleep unless your head was resting on his chest, and he was rubbing your large stomach. He used to pretend it was just to soothe you, but in all honesty, his heart fluttered with the feeling.

Constantly telling you about how your unborn child was going to rule over all the land surrounding the labyrinth someday.

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Jareth Wedding Headcanons

Request: Can I request for some Jareth wedding headcanons? All this new Jareth content is so good 

I’ve had a really, really awful day, and I’ve lost so many followers today, so some soft fluff is really what I needed <3

The night before your wedding, Jareth, for once, would be a complete wreck. Not from nerves, or fear about what was going to happen, but because the two of you had tried your best to keep it traditional. It was the first time he had spent the night without you, and sleeping in that four poster bed without you by his side meant no sleep at all.

He spends the night gazing out the little window in his bedroom chamber, just watching the moonlight fade, your pillow tucked into his arms. He fiddles with his fingers, painfully aware of the time going by so slowly, and also too aware of the lack of band around his ring finger.

He wanted to move time so badly so he could see you again, but you had him swear not to be up to any tricks, just for one day.

Wearing his best sparkly blue suit for the occasion, spending the whole afternoon while you’re busy getting ready with your family in the ballroom, making sure there were enough glam decorations: everything had to be spectacular for you.

When the time comes for him to wait at the head of the aisle, he watches the guests of the Labyrinth seat themselves without a sweat, and he takes his place beneath the twinkling fairy lights wrapped around the towering oak trees without feeling nervous. 

The arch he’s standing under is surrounded by dark green that shone in the sun like silver, and from each of the countless flowers a dew of silver light was falling with its fluttering leaves. Other trees were younger, full of a lighter green with veins of burning gold, clustering flames that spilled like rain upon the soil. The blossoms opened as if each flower was a book, a tale of eons passed of dedication, of love and care and dedication -  it was a love story built only for the purest, and most special of hearts.

He had created the whole scene only for you, his most special one.

When he sees you coming down the aisle, however, his face finally cracks and a bright smile paints his face.

The second he hears ‘you may kiss the bride’, his lips smash against yours, large hands circling your waist and lifting you into his chest protectively. He kisses for far longer than comfortable, but you can just feel the passion he keeps locked up in his heart escaping into the air, free, if only for one second, before he restrains himself again.

At the end of the night, he ends up having to kick a fair few goblins off the dance floor so he can spend the first night ever with his partner.

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Ballroom / Jareth Headcanons

Request: So glad to see other people requesting for Jareth!! I love how you write for him :D Can I make a cheeky request of an imagine where it’s nighttime and the reader is in the ballroom of the castle just admiring it because she can’t sleep and Jareth goes to find her and they dance together? Thank you :)

This is so cute!! <3

Comments are much appreciated!

Gazing up at the window, you close your eyes in bliss as the silvery moonlight shone down her watery waves upon your eyelids, nothing but serenity surrounding you in these walls.

Even though your eyes were crusted slightly with sleep, you were peaceful in yourself, surrounded by such beauty all alone.

Although you missed the touch of your husband, the slight caress of his fingers down his face before he fell asleep, it was nice to view the glitter and gold of the room without any occupants.

In your minds, you can already see the thunderous crowd filling the halls, bright ballgowns and feathered masquerade masks littering their glitter in the gleaming white room that never seems to end.

Jareth smiles at you as you look around in awe, tugging your intertwined hand to pull you up to the two oaken thrones that the crowd encircle.

You don’t even notice him sneak into the room, until his arms wrap around your waist and you can feel his hair tickle against the plush redness of your cheek.

You can feel his warm breathe make the tip of your ear tingle as he whispers, ‘come dance with me, love.’

Your head follows him as he stands up again, hands on his hips and a bright beam on his face. Turning slightly, you look on in amusement as he holds his hand out to you, bowing formally and dramatically, glitter raining down from his hair and onto your lap.

As you reach out and place your palm flat against his, a smile tugging at your lips, his fingers wrap tightly against yours before sliding in between them, his knuckles almost white against the effort.

You’re not expecting the force with which he pulls you snug against his chest, your shoulders bumping together and hips hitting off one another before melting together, his arm snaking expertly around your waist as he begins to hum a soft, rustic and ancient melody that echoes around the chamber, his feet starting the guide the two of you to the music in a long familiar dance.

He raises your intertwined hands up to his side, nestling his head further against yours and just closing his eyes in bliss as he spins the two of you round in a tender and loving move, just revelling in the feeling of his thumb stroking against the arch of your back and the way your hips sway into his.

He dips you, a distant and satisfied smile on his face as he looks down at you, before he leans down to meet your own fervent kiss, never wanting the morning to come.

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Breakdown / Jareth Headcanons

Request: Hello, if your okay with it may I request some headcanons for Jareth reacting to an s/o who’s having a breakdown? Maybe they think about some problems they had before they stayed with him and it sets them off? thank you :)  

I’m going through something similar today so I hope this can bring someone some comfort <3

The room is dim and cold, as if all the suns in the universe had suddenly blinked out in the blink of an eye. The castle feels particularly empty today, hollow even, and the walls feel somehow enclosing.

You miss your husband, your Jareth.

You flop down onto your shared four-poster bed, willing away the tears that swell in your eyes like gathering storm clouds, wiping them away harshly with your thumb as you pull your blanket over your legs, pulling them up against your chest in the fetal position.

Life isn’t fair, you don’t deserve all these memories, all the life you had lived in pain before you Jareth helped you escape. Your lips tremble as you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to forget everything you went through before and instead focus on your shaked breathing, the feel of Jareth’s silk sheets underneath your fingertips.

Stopping in the doorway, Jareth’s eyes widen in shock, shame and fear swirling within the golden specks as he sees you lying on the bed rocking, your knees tucked up to your chest and one slender hand wrapped around your throat.

Your husband rushes over, his lips twitching into a frown as he racks his brain trying to figure out what to do, what he should do.

Grabbing your hand, he entangles it with his own, his knuckles tight under his gloves as he raises his left hand to splay against your back, rubbing tender and nonsense patterns against your muscles in order to try and get you to relax. 

Your fingers are white-knuckled as they grab onto his dress shirt, his eyebrows furrowed as he sees your hand shake against his blue jacket.

Planting a light kiss on your face, he wraps his arms gingerly around her shoulders, sagging lightly in relief as you allow yourself to be folded into the broad expanse of his chest.

There’s a comfortable silence as the two of you just embrace the moment, just appreciating the trust you share in each other during such moment’s of vulnerability.

[bowieandqueen11]

Bowie x Tall Reader Headcanons

Request: hello love! I absolutely adore your writing💖 I was wondering if maybe you could write something about David Bowie with a tall so? Tysm 

That’s so sweet love thank you so much!! <3

Okay, let’s just get right to the point. You may be tall, and David absolutely adores that, because it means he can use you as a model for all the wacky and bizarrely beautiful clothes he wants to wear for his next character.

He always puts on the biggest platform heels he can find, trying to turn who can be the tallest into a competition.

Be ready for him still trying to pick you up when he gets home from tour. He always comes running into the house, dropping his suitcase with nothing but utter madness and joy in his eyes as his arms wrap around your waist. Once your toes leave the floor, you have to thwack his back until he puts you back down.

He loves to pull on the collar of your shirt until your forehead is right next to his, before he peppers your cheeks, your nose, every bit of skin he has squished up between his slender fingers with kisses as he mutters how much he missed you, how he was thinking about you during every note he sang.

Although he loves being the big spoon, the first night he comes back from being away, he will 100% be the little spoon. There’s just something about the feeling of your back pressed up against his, arms wrapped around his stomach, your warm breath bringing goosebumps up on his neck that fills him with butterflies.

Tip toe kisses. Whenever he’s not tired and decides to try and cook you dinner after coming home from the recording studio, when you come in and rub your hands over his hunched shoulders, eliciting a small groan from him, he loves the way you spin him around and lean down to softly press your lips against his eager ones.

He honestly just cannot get enough of it. It makes his head spin every time.

If you ever come with him on tour, he always likes to sit on the couch with you between his legs on the floor, so he can feel your warmth and brush his fingers through your hair, allowing him a moment to just place his chin on top of your forehead and breathing you in.

He can never believe how lucky he is.

He always says he loves your height as whenever you’re in the audience and he points to you during Starman, you can’t hide. It always makes him giggle, the look of absolute embarrassment but giddiness in your eyes.

Always showing you off whenever the two of you step outside and there’s paparazzi: he always just steps to the side with a slight blush, winking at you and mouthing how you were the most beautiful creature in the galaxy.

My god, was he just so in love with you. 

Please support me on Kofi!

[bowieandqueen11]

Dusky Dreams / David Bowie Imagine

Request: Can I make a request for david bowie, a late night walk on the beach? :) 

Sorry this is so short love!

I’ve had a really rough day, so all comments are much appreciated! <3

Everything that afternoon was cast in honeyed tones, beautiful yet unnerving. David slowly started, moving his hand through the air, watching his fingers as they danced through the confetti of rays. Just as the first bite of cold wind creeps around your shoulders, you jump at the feel of David’s hand move around your torso, warm and soft. In seconds your body is moulded to his own, sharing his body heat as easily as he shares your heart.

You both just stay there for a moment, looking out at the horizon as the fiery red orb of light slowly sank beneath the horizon. Threads of light lingered in the sky, mingling with the rolling clouds, until all that was left of the sunset was a chalky mauve.

The two of you had taken off your shoes in the car a couple hours ago, so you were ready to continue strolling across the streams of sand.

The cool water laps at your feet, fizzing and bubbling like brine, and you can't help but smile as the wind caresses your face. Waves ahead roar and roll down, crashing onto the shore with a soft hiss, peeling away at the deep bronze sand beneath your feet. 

With every step the sand shifted. With every motion forward there was some backward and down, just like walking in fresh fallen snow. Yet unlike the crystalline blanket of white winter, the fine grains under foot give you the last warmth from the sun’s rays. The waves roll in white tipped, spreading themselves like fine lace over the beach after they crash in their soft way. 

‘I wish we could stay here forever, David.’

‘Why can’t we, darling? We could build a house, right here. With a little patio, big enough for a swing chair we could spend every cool evening snuggling on, just glancing out at the neverending horizon before us.’

‘That sounds wonderful... just wonderful.’

David’s fingers reached out and touched as softly as the wands of new spring. From his eyes to the warmth of his smile, he was a conduit for happiness, as if the universe chose him to channel its positivity through. So as he reached out his hand to entangle it with yours, you did the same, and there was something magical in the action.

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Doing It For You / David Bowie Fluff

Request: Can I request something for David Bowie where he takes you to the fair and you want to go on the Ferris wheel with him and he's scared to death of heights but he does it for you? And then ends up winning one of those giant stuffed toys at a game for you? 

This is such a sweet idea! <3

‘Come with me!’

‘Where are we going, love?’

David whispers against the tip of your ear, his breath warm and tingly as you tug desperately at your fingers, his thin ones running in between yours and clasping against your knuckles tightly like a desperate child, dragging your whining parent along. The contrast between the heat that radiates from your intertwined hands makes you painfully aware of how tight his palm is flushed against yours, his knuckles white from the effort, and the chilly autumn winds that shivers down your spine and into your bones like frost makes the goosebumps break over your skin just that much more.

Children scream as they fly overhead, the coaster wheels rattling along the white tracks that zooms into the night sky like a rocket, bright neon lights flashing wildly at the gated entrance to the ride as you drag David in laughing, the last few wisps of cotton candy littering the bottom edge of his plump lips. Stopping in the line suddenly, allowing the natter of excited couples, families and friends swirl around you comfortingly, the light airy magical music of the carousel floating on the wind and the slight cackling of witches and skeletons booming out of the speakers of the haunted house, your shoulders bump familiarly into David’s as he gazes down at you with a bright smile on his face. His cheeks are flushed red with fear and love, his striped cream shirt rattling slightly in the wind as he shivers, stepping forward and lightly on to your toes as he wraps his arms around your shoulders. You lean up, meeting his lips as he hums contently against your mouth, tasting of cotton candy as he dips down further to cup your cheek, his fingers cold as they brush against your cheek.

‘If i give you enough kisses, will you allow me not to go on Ferris wheel?’

‘Not a chance, David.’

You can see him swallow thickly as he glances up into the night sky, the red and blue sparkling neon lights that line the metal poles shimmering in his wide eyes. He pulls subconsciously on the bit of scarf that cover his neck. The swinging couples kick out their legs in joyous squeals above his head, and you elbow David lightly in the ribs as the beads of sweat begin to prickle his skin.

Turning to face you with a faltering smile, you whisper, ‘I promise I’ll hold your hand the whole time.’

He nods his head vigorously in reply, not daring to even try and speak.

As the seats rise with a squeaky creek, lifting you and David into the cool night air, surrounding the two of you only with the burning stars and the distant sounds of delighted children, David slowly turns to face you, concerned as his hand still grasps yours in a death lock, his knuckles white.

 ‘You know, for someone who sings a lot about space, you’re awfully afraid of heights.’ He only lets out a hoarse chuckle in reply, his hand reaching out to grab onto the bar around his waist in a tight grip as the seat lurches slightly, the wheel on the move again.

‘Well...’, he starts, ‘if you want to go on it, I go on it. Plus, I get to hold your hand.’

As you look into his eyes, bright and wild in contrast with the darkness behind him, properly looking and understanding the unspoken love that pours out with his gaze despite the feat he’s feeling, you grab him by the cheeks and pull him onto your lips, the soft and tender embrace conveying every feeling locked up inside you. As his hands curl into your hair and you separate to breathe, the airless, gasping laugh he gives against the side of your mouth before pulling onto your hands, his eyes widening in fear as the two of you reach the top only makes you laugh.

Kicking you lightly in the shins as he scrambles further up the white, rusty seat, he manages to mumble out a light, ‘I promise, I’ll get you one of those giant toys to make up for it.’

And David was true to his word.

‘One more, mister! One more and then you’ve won the grand prize!’

The children hop around David’s feet in delighted squeals as he looks down at them smiling, the baseball hopping slightly in his palm as he glances back at you. You shoot him a confident thumbs up, making him sarcastically roll his eyes slightly, before he places one foot forward and aims the shot. The stall lights are blazing in his eyes as the carnival worker steps out of the way, the final stack of rusty old tins lining the slightly wooden shelf at the back of the oaken hut. David bites down on his lip slightly, before arching his arm and taking the shot.

‘And we have a winner!’

Turning around, David gets down at one knee, holding out the big yellow and gold bear in his hands as he grins up at you from behind its ear.

‘Y/n, will you do me the honour of becoming my owner?’, he asks, pretending to move the little bear’s red pawed arms as you just shake your head at his childish amusement, before he suddenly leaps up to squish the three of you into a big, tight bear hug.