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Crying Hard / Jareth Headcanons

Request: Hello love :) I was just wondering if I could get a headcanon for Jareth, where reader gets badly hurt in the labyrinth and Jareth has to take care of them and it’s super fluffy :))) if not feel free to ignore this! I hope you have an excellent day and stay safe :) 

I genuinely had no idea the Jareth fandom was so big but I am here for it my dear @ziggystadust8675

Okay, so, Jareth freaks the HECK out when he first finds you.

He tries to play it off all cool, as if he has the whole situation under control. He wraps his arm around your shoulder and the other underneath your knees, lifting you up and cuddling you against his chest even though you tell him repeatedly it’s just a scrape and you can walk.

He just shushes you, brushing a gloved pointer finger over your cheek and walking you back to your shared bed chamber, tutting at you calling your injury small when he can see how serious it is.

He has a look of nonchalance on his face, the lines a little deeper and a slight frown if you look closely, but you can feel his heart hammering against your side, so you know he’s terrified.

If it had been worse, if he had lost you, he would have moved every star in the sky, destroyed them all, just for a hope of getting you back to him somehow.

When he finally lies you down on your bed, he spends as little time as he possibly can finding some medicine, and some clean rags and water, as he doesn’t to leave you alone for too long. 

He kneels by your side, washing away any blood, putting ointment on any bruises, getting the goblins to run and get you some water and more pillows when he can see you squirming.

He lets you hold onto his bicep the whole time, squeezing it, as he talks through everything he’s doing with you both to keep you awake and your mind occupied away from the injury, and so that you would know what to do if this happened again and he was away on business.

He seems calm when he finishes, pressing a kiss to your forehead, but his eyes are dark and angry and you know the goblins are in for it later for not making the Labyrinth a safe place for you.

He disappears off for a while, but returns later with some dinner he’s made you - it’s pretty bland, and inedible, but it’s the first time he’s cooked human food and you appreciate the sentiment.

He spends the rest of the night cuddling you after that - not sleeping, too wary, but instead keeping one eye open for any changes or flickers from you. Luckily, you sleep sound, tucked into his arms, and he finally falls asleep when the sun begins to hit through the open window.

He doesn’t let you out of his sight after that. Wherever you go, whatever you’re doing, he has his arm wrapped around your waist, a scowl on his face that rests upon your head, until he really starts bugging you and you elbow him to go.

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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.

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Goblin King Halloween Headcanons

Request: Ok I'm genuinely interested! How would our dear Goblin King react to his S/O insisting on celebrating Halloween underground!?

Please comment and reblog! I’m using this post to measure activity on my blog, and if this one is low as well I may go on hiatus! So please come interact with my blog thanks ily!

At first, Jareth wouldn’t really understand the whole concept of Halloween. You keep on talking about dressing up in costumes, and parties, and going out to collect and eat treats, and strange little creatures running about, and the poor man just couldn’t understand how this was any different than usual life in the Underground.

You keep begging him, and begging him, following him around the castle until one day he snaps and relents and allows you to show him how to celebrate this strange holiday.

He seemed annoyed, but when you squealed and ran over to throw yourself on his shoulders and press a kiss to his cheek, the blush that heated his face gave away that, perhaps, he didn’t dislike the idea of Halloween at all if it made you this happy.

He flat out refuses to get his hands dirty when you come running into the kitchen quarters with two massive pumpkins lugged under your armpits. He kind of stands there while you carve, peering over your shoulder with a raised eyebrow and disgusted look, one hand on his hip. You finally have enough when you feel his hair tickle your cheek for the thirtieth time, and end up making him flee the room when you start flinging stringy pumpkin seeds at his new embroidered jacket.

(Although, to be fair to Jareth, he did ask what the most Halloween-y item was, and had his jacket specially made for the occasion - it was a raven black, with little smiling sequined pumpkins running up the arms.)

You can hear him growl from a mile off, as he keeps popping round random corners, and climbing up the side of different staircases, only to end up with one of his riding boots landing right in the middle of a jack-o-lantern.

Although he does find himself laughing when the goblins keep running up to him with little wizard hats and long beards on.

One morning, while he's just sitting on his throne, tapping his riding crop against the marble, you come running in wearing a pair of his tights and one of his feather capes, saying you were going as him for Halloween. 

His eyes widen, and he can feel the tips of his ears burning, but he plays it off and pulls you onto his lap, saying you almost look better in his clothes than he does. Almost.

But you can feel the way he pulls you a little tighter into his chest, and the way you can feel his lips twitch up into a smile as he peppers your neck with kisses.

You make him spend a day hanging up decorations. You motivate him by standing near his step ladder, handing him skeletons, and little hanging pumpkins, and glow in the dark lights, and pressing a kiss to his lips every time he bends down to grab more.

One night, you bring up a ghost decoration late at night, because you had begged Jareth to give you the material to make it and you had just finished. Little did you realise, that he was climbing up to the parapets as well for a little midnight stroll in the refreshing chill air. When he bumps into what seems like just a floating, luminescent figure, the high pitched scream he lets out leaves you double over in laughter.

You have to spend the next few days coddling him, coming up behind him and stroking his hair out of his face, slipping a few of your Halloween sweets into his hand until he forgives you.

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Lullaby / Jareth Imagine

Request: Hi, I don't know if you still do Jareth x reader, but if you do can you write an imagine about Jareth kind of lulling her to sleep (rocking, singing, rubbing her back) and she falls asleep in his lap on the throne? 

I’m sorry if I take a little break after posting this - I have some preparation to do before my new term starts, I’ve got some stress over future plans and what not and interaction is really really low at the moment on my blog. I’ll see you all in a couple of days, once I start getting into the swing of things again! <3

The stars never look as beautiful when you’re awake. It’s that edge, that moment right before you’re ready to slide into the oblivion when the stars waken up and push you over the edge in their majesty.

Jareth never helped in matters like these, of course. 

As soon as you had entered the throne room, gently pushing open the heavy door and peering into the wide, empty room to make sure you weren’t disturbing him, he knew something was wrong. Sitting with one leg straddling the armrest, he patted the side of his thigh as you walked over and sat on his lap, his hair tickling your forehead as you nestled yourself in just below his chin.

His fingers began stroking lazily over the side of your arm as he asked why you were still awake at such a late hour.

‘You know I can’t sleep without you.’

‘Hm, you are a precious little thing, aren’t you?’, he smirked, glancing down at you with unbridled fondness in his eyes. You were too focused on gazing up at the sky, the burning cycles of light seeming to fall across your vision, until they burned so brightly into your eyes you had to close them.

‘My stars, are you still with me?’

‘Hmmm, sadly.’

He huffed with laughter, his breath warm against your freezing cheek. You only hum in return, reaching round to pull his left arm tightly around your middle, your tale tell sign that you want him to look after you, to be present with you, to treat you like his queen should be treated.

His other hand releases your arm to fall on the top of your back, splaying his long, elegant fingers over your muscles. Humming in relief, you focus on the flickering candle light on your eyelids from the crystal chandelier swinging above your head, and the feeling of Jareth’s fingertips as they start slowly kneading into your skin.

‘Well, we’ll just have to make sure you fall asleep here, then, hm?’, he whispers over the arch of your ear.

After a while, the coldness of his throne began hurting your legs, and the position, on top of that, had started to make you go numb. You slightly shuffle yourself, moving until you had pushed his feet flatly on the floor, your head resting on his shoulder. His arms tightened around your sides with an amused growl, before a pressed a chaste kiss against your forehead. 

He began rocking you slightly against him, just a gentle side to side movement, like a feather falling slowly to the ground. It was so tender, so serene, so unlike Jareth’s usual brashness that it makes you open one eye. He smiles contently at you, his eyes glittering before he places one hand over your face, telling you to close them again.

‘Uh uh, my dear, now is about you. Go to sleep, I’ll still be here when you wake up.’

When Jareth starts talking, he begins humming. You’re so close now, so close to the darkness, that the hum seems to saunter into you as if a dream, the gentle tones warming your heart. The humming grows softer until your brain finally catches up and figures out the tune: it was the song the two of you had danced to during your first night in the Labyrinth, the first time Jareth had kissed you.

Right before you fall, you blink open one eye to see Jareth staring off into the marble arches and wonder where his mind has taken him. He looks so wistful, as if he’s lost in the song, in the memories of you. He always comes back to you, of course, always to you, when you sleepily raise a folded hand to his face and rub it over his chin.

As he clasps your hand within his larger, warmer one, consciousness ebbed, your mind going into free fall, swirling with the beautiful chaos of a new dream, a new day tomorrow with the king you love more than anything. Little did you know that Jareth, sighing as he pulled you tighter into his chest and placed his forehead against yours, he was thinking exactly the same thing.

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Clueless / Jareth Headcanons

Request: Hiiii! How are you? I hope you're safe and well in this crazy world we're living in ^^ I'm very very sorry for being a bother but I was wondering whether you're still writing for Jareth the Goblin King? If you are, would you pretty please write headcanons for him and reader who's romantically challenged (a.k.a. absolutely clueless in romance and just can't understand when he flirts with her)? But if you're not feeling like it, just ignore this! ^^ Have a wonderful day! 

I hope this is okay my dear @rafaelina-casillas, it’s been a while since I wrote for Jareth! <3

Comments, reblogs and requests are much appreciated!

Okay, so the first time Jareth realised something was amiss was actually the first night he had whisked you away from your home to come live with him in the Labyrinth.

He had created a special evening ball, just to welcome you to his castle and to the new life you’d be able to lead there with him. The room was bustling with couples twirling in glittering ball gowns, music filling the air along with laughter and the sound of romance - everything, Jareth thought, perfectly in place to let you know how he felt. Especially, after all, since he had been observing you in his owl form for a while now.

He had grabbed your hand in the midst of this, raising an eyebrow at you as he led his way through the crowd to the middle of the floor. Placing one of your hands on his shoulder, he gripped the other one tightly in his own and placed a hand just above your waist. 

His fingers tickled where they dug lightly into your skin, just enough to make you shiver, before you felt his warm breath just brush over the tip of your ear.

‘You look absolutely ravishing tonight.’

You only smile back at him, pressing a soft kiss against his cheek with a blush and saying a quick, ‘thank you, you look handsome too’, before taking the hand of another party goer who offers it to you, spinning away from the Goblin King’s grasp.

He just stands there for a moment, in the middle of the throne room, tapping his foot against the floor and crinkling his eyebrows in just pure dumbfoundedness.

The next time it happens is when he comes across you sitting in the library he had made for your enjoyment. You’re sitting on the window seat, elbow against the wide pane, just enjoying the sun glistening through the glass like gold and warming you on this bright day, a random book you had picked from the litter of surrounding shelves in your hand.

He comes sauntering up next to you, placing an elbow on the shelf next to your head and leaning confidently on it as if he expected this time to go any different.

He starts talking to you, asking you about the book, about your day, biting his lower lip as he keeps dipping his eyes down towards your face.

‘Would you like to join me for dinner?’

You only giggle and kick your feet from the soft cushions onto the stone floor. 

‘I have to finish my book first’, you reply, feet already leading you past his blank face and out the door towards your bedroom.

Shock is not the word he would have used, but it just about summarises the look on his face as he turns his head to watch you go.

It happens again on the stairs the next morning - he tries to place his hand on your shoulder but you just rush past him and leave him standing in a cloud of dust.

Eventually, Jareth has enough and just rushes into your bedroom one night. You’re sitting by the vanity he had made just for you, gently coming through your hair before bed and humming to yourself, when he storms into the room and kisses you.

His hands are fierce against your face, warm and tight against your cheeks as his lips press hotly against yours, releasing all the pent up emotion he had been feeling into one, singular, and incredible moment.

When he pulls away, you look a little surprised, but also very pleased, and so he makes sure to profess his undying love for you to make sure you completely understand his intentions.

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Prom Night / Jareth Headcanons

Request: Okay, kind of a peculiar request but I was wondering if I could request some headcanons for a young (maybe like 18, 19) Jareth being taken to prom by his friend/crush? Maybe she’s like “nobody from school has asked me, this is stupid, etc.” and he just asks her. 

This is so SWEET thank you for sending the idea in!

Comments are always appreciated! <3

Jareth, for once, is really young and naive and very very nervous.

He thought it was pretty obvious how completely smitten he was with you, and yet you just couldn’t seem to pick up on his hints. The amount of times he had invited you round for sleepovers, only to set up intricate little picnics around the most beautiful spots of the castle. He had tried to sit with his knee against you, smiling awkwardly as he handed you chocolate strawberries, only for you to laugh and grab the box out of his hand and eat them.

Or the times he tries to get you to dance with - the two of you will be studying in his bedroom, his record player scratching out some old tune his father used to love. He’ll hold out a hand to you with a cheeky smile, flexing his fingers and allowing his fringe to droop over his hair as he watches you.

You only smile and thwack his arm away, turning back to your work and leaving him standing there, crestfallen. You never notice the heartbroken look in his eyes because he always just lifts his head up and turns away, trying to stop you from seeing the way his eyes fog up slightly at your actions.

That’s why he could never find the right way, the right time to ask you to your school’s prom. He thought of doing something awfully romantic, such as growing a fresh bouquet of velvet red roses for you in his favourite secluded garden, but he was too afraid that you would reject him and take some other silly human to the dance instead of him.

He wasn’t so used to feeling so hopeless, and unless it was for you, he never wanted to feel this way again.

He wasn’t planning on asking you the way he did, but it just sort of popped out at the opportune time. You just stomped through his door one day and flopped down face first on his four poster bed. He was so busy applying gold glitter to his cheekbones in his vanity mirror, spreading them like a splash of stardust that he almost didn’t notice you until he heard you groan into his pillow.

‘This is so stupid! No one from school will ask me to this stupid prom and I feel so embarrassed. Why will no one go with me Jareth??’

‘I will.’

‘What?’

Jareth drops his brush back onto the desk and shakes his hair out, leaning his billowing shirt on the back of his chair as he turns to look at you. He looks so young in the moment, so afraid, and so vulnerable as he swallows thickly, staring at your confused face with an equally strange expression.

‘I want to go with you. Will you go to the prom with me?’

‘I-yeah- of course, Jareth. I would love that.’

The joyous smirk that brightens up his face is enough to start you giggling, as he rushes to jump onto the bed next to you. The rest of the night is spent with the two of you lying with your heads touching, his arms behind his own and yours nervously tapping over your stomach, as the two of you plan out what to wear.

When the day finally arrives, Jareth can feel the butterflies fizzing around his stomach as you open the school entrance and lead the two of you in. The brightness surprises him, the hallway leading to the gymnasium filled with violet and rose streamers, streaming kids running around and buzzing between the two of you as the music thumps against the lockers and thuds in his chest.

Swallowing his nerves, he glances down at his outfit, wondering if a sparkling, sequined blue suit and filled cream shirt was perhaps, a little over the top for the situation, if there ever could be such a thing. He had, after all, sewn it together just for this occasion, just so he could match your navy blue dress.

Seeing his step slightly falter as he set foot in the school, you place a hand gingerly on his back as a sign of reassurance. He only coughs lightly in reply, sliding his eyes to the side to watch you as he gave his signature smirk, one hand in his pocket and the other coming to link with your arm as the two of you walked full swing into the party.

The whole night, he can’t take his eyes off of you. Sometimes, though, when you’re chatting with your friends, or when you wander away and leave the hand that had been resting wishfully on the small of your back hanging in the air to grab some punch, you’ll catch his eye. And every time, he quickly looks away and tugs at his collar, embarrassed at being caught but even more mortified at how beetroot his cheeks turn.

Finally, the music begins to slow down and soften, and this is when he finally takes a shaking breath and asks you to dance.

‘Shall we?’

He leads the two of you out into the middle of the floor once you take his hand, the glove slightly itching familiarly against your palm.

He takes a chance, raising your hands up to his side and placing his head lightly, and softly, against the tip of your own, just closing his eyes in bliss as he spins the two of you round in a tender and loving move.

It was everything he had ever dreamed off. It wasn’t perfect, by any means - neither of you had practiced dancing with each other, so there were a few stumbling feet and near trips, but the way your hair tickles his neck, or the warm brush of your breath against his cheek makes everything worth it.

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Prettiest Muse / Jareth Headcanons

Request: headcanons for jareth with an s/o who likes to draw him a lot? i love your writing!! 

Thank you so much!! <3 Also, on a personal note, I’m so close to 4.5k and I’m SCREAMING THANK YOU THANK YOU!!

If you want to chat, add me on instagram @bowieandqueen11! I’m going to try and become active on there lmao

Jareth pretends he doesn’t notice, or love the attention, but he really does.

He also pretends not to be a massive poser, but he really is!

The first time he noticed you like to draw him, he was actually climbing up one of the turrets surrounding the Labyrinth, getting ready to fly off on business. However, he spotted you sitting on the edge of the bricks, a look of intense concentration on your face as your pencil flew over the paper, soaring and dipping like an owl in flight.

He needed to go, but he also had this intense need to know what you were doing, and so he creeped up behind you and peered over your shoulder. The little sound of awe, the humph of approval that suddenly sounded out by your ear scared the living daylights out of you.

He had to grab your elbow to stop you falling off the wall.

‘You never told me you could draw so well.’

‘It never came up before, Jareth. We have been very busy.’

‘Hmm... well, I’m glad you’ve found a muse so stunning.’

You just laugh him off and turn back to your work, not noticing the look in his eyes as they crinkle, the pang of love that suddenly jabs through his heart and leaves him breathless, just for a second.

One day, when you’re climbing into bed, you find one of your drawings placed on his bedside table in a frame, and it makes you smile.

Although he tells you it’s because he wants to look at himself when he wakes up, it’s really because it fills him with so much joy, every morning, to wake up and see that someone cares about him so much to do something like that, to waste their talents on him.

Furthermore, if he hasn’t had time to see you all day, he’ll kick his goblins away and sit at the desk in his room holding your picture, just gingerly tracing his fingers over the lines and curves that you had created, before cradling it to his chest.

From then on, he definitely likes to strut and pose around the castle. You often find a lot more glitter, and feathers, and sequins around the dusty floors, and more often than not walk in on him wearing more ridiculous, over the top outfits than usual.

One time, you finally get him to sit still so you can draw him, but he keeps on distracting you by leaning over and placing kisses on your jaw, on your neck, on your cheek, before finally finishing with your lips.

Let’s just say, that picture did not end up getting finished.

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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.’