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.