Hi, I was thinking maybe a labyrinth fic with him throwing a party for you like in the ballroom scene or maybe an escape attempt, your choice
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Remember - Jareth x Reader
Warnings - angst, dark Jareth, manipulation
Her footprints echoed in the halls as she sprinted through them. Every door she tries to open is locked, her heart is beating faster, and faster till eventually it will feel like it will explode. Tears streamed down her face as she continues to run, the light goes dark as she run. The only light is illuminating a door, she pushed it open, and she was met with a dance. She was in a beautiful ball gown dress, there was no goblins. Just people dancing away, twirling in a mass chaos of dancing. They laughed, and they all kept staring at her. Laughing at her confused features.
She gets pushed further into the dance, her muscles ache from running all day. People started to twirl around her their laughs echoing. Echoing in her in skull. She doesn't notice him stalking her. She doesn't notice the way he watches her longingly, pitifully across the party.
The laughing, the cackling turned to much for her. She tried to turn she tried to run, but a firm chest was in her way. She looked up and the king was looming over her. He said nothing, offering his hand to her. She took it grudgingly; they waltz through the party. The more he twirled her, the more the laughing quitted. The more her mind fell under his spell.
She looks into his eyes as she asks herself who is he? Why am I here? How did I get here? They stop dancing and they stare into each other's eyes. "I was worried you almost missed your party." He mumbled starting to kiss at her neck. "My party?" She asks so softly, "well I suppose it's our party." "Ours? I don't know you?" He presented a mock surprise and took her waist walking her to the many mirrors of the ball room. She looked around to no one there. All the people left. They vanished.
He brought her chin toward his cheek for her to look into the mirror. She saw them. They fit so well together. His arms around her, his lips pecking her neck. Her body, essence, soul melted into him. He looks up to the mirror, still kissing her neck. Her eyes fall to his. They had love in them, but it was a dominating love. An artificial love.
She shook her head gently, mumbling a 'no'. She shoves him away, and he looks almost gutted. "Precious," he started but she ignored him. Running for the door, but he catches her arm. He brought her close, his lips grazing her ear. "Why are you fighting. You are so content. So enthused, so in love when you are with me! Why must we play this game!"
"I don't know you!" He almost growls, and the ball room fades into a thrown room. "Yes, you do! You have just forgotten is all. I can change that!" She tries to push him away, but it only gives him a better way of holding her waist. "You were my wife once. In your old life." He looked as if he was about to cry. His lip trembling. "You were everything. Now you leave me with nothing." He looks toward his throne; he lets her go. Her muscles in her legs give already tiring day.
He takes his crystal and presents it to her. Kneeling before her. "Please I beg, wish for me. Say the words, and I will be your devoted slave. I will give you everything." Her eyes dart from his to the crystal, "please." He begged and she nodded. "I wish I could remember who you are." He closes his eyes, with a relieved sigh. Kisses the crystal lightly and throwing it in the air. Without warning he kisses her passionately. The artificial memories of them dancing, singing, being together. Dance through her head as if to a sweet melody.
He pulls away grudgingly and watched her intently. "Jareth?" She asks, and he nods. Picking her up like a bride and bringing her to their throne. "It's alright my dear, your home." she sat on his lap innocently laying in the crook of his neck. She has no idea that smile he bears is a triumphant one. Knowing he won, and he caught his girl one more time.