#labyrinth imagines

[multifandomsimagine]

Imagine Jareth asking you for a dance

It was probably obvious to everyone that this was your first time at one of the Goblin King’s masquerades balls with the way you staring at the room in awe but you paid no mind to that. How could you not admire the lavish decorations, the soothing music that filled the room, and gaze starry-eyed at all the beautiful outfits and masks the other guests were wearing.

Even though you had gone to your fair share of dances, they certainly could not live up to the ones the Goblin King hosted. There certainly was a reason why those who attended bragged to their friends who didn’t get an invitation much to the latter’s envy and dismay. It made you happy when you received one, finally going to be able to see the inside of the adored king’s castle in all its extravagance.

You had been talking with one of your friends, trying to see if you could guess who was behind the mask based on the person’s behavior and appearance when a hush fell over the room. Looking toward the staircase, you both watched as the Goblin King descended from the stairs to join his party. Even with the mask, it was easy to recognize him. With that telltale blonde hair and the aura that encompassed him, there was no way it couldn’t be him.

Everyone watched as he walked around the room. At every ball he hosted, he arrived with no date and instead picked someone new to have the ball’s first dance with. It was a position everyone wished to be in as the person who was chosen would be the talk of the kingdoms for ages. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath as he neared them and they let out a sigh of disappointment when he passed them over.

Your eyes widen in surprise when Jareth stopped in front of you. Giving him your hand in greeting, your face grew flushed when he bowed and placed a kiss on your hand, well aware of the envious eyes that watched every move both of you made. With a sensual and soothing voice, he asked: “May I have this dance?”

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Jareth courting you during autumn would include~

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(These hcs are slightly centered around Halloween, so sorry if you were looking for something different!)

- There’s a lingering warmth that hangs in the Underground even as the normal world turns bleak and cold. You wonder if it’s like this all year round: if the brick walls that seal you inside the manmade; or fae-made, labyrinth also fend off the crisp chill of the regular autumn air. You can’t bring yourself to ask about it either way. You want to stay wondering: want to enjoy the strange world for what it is instead of wondering why it is. Everything inside the labyrinth seems to be just as you like it. You suppose that’s Jareth’s way of making you want to stick around.

- Nevertheless, you’ll occasionally find that the air grows colder right before Jareth arrives or when you find yourself straying too far from his side. The pleased smile that flits across his lips when you gravitate towards him and his body heat is evidence enough that he has some kind of hand in the changing of the winds. He likes you close, nearly shoulder to shoulder or chest to chest. You’ve found that lingering out of his reach proves troublesome in more ways than one….

- Different creatures surface during the changing of the seasons: some emerge from their dens, some retreat away, some grow thicker fur, and some simply grow more ravenous; their new attitudes rendering them unrecognizable from their summery counterparts. Areas of the labyrinth change as well. Leaves fall, as do trees and seeds and rocks, holes and burrows get dug, landslides crumble, things break apart. The labyrinth is perilous on a good day, it grows even more dangerous during seasons of uncertainty.

- Though with it's danger comes an even greater beauty, one that has you pleading with Jareth to escort you around the Underground whenever you have the chance. The two of you go for walks around the kingdom nearly every day, watching the leaves change color and the autumn harvest gradually rise from the earth. When Jareth is too busy to accompany you, he makes sure that one or more of his subjects are around to keep an eye on you, making sure that you're safe wherever you decide to go.

- The Underground is bathed in an orange glow during the in-betweens of day and night. Everything sparkles and shines in the fading sun, and the smell of smoke and spices pour out of the stone chimneys found around Goblin city and the fires that warm Jareth's castle. The light disappears quicker amongst the stacked houses and thick walls, and though you deny that you're cold, Jareth simply smirks at your stubbornness and throws his cape over your shivering shoulders.

- After long days outside, you get back to the castle and have a hot supper together, basking in the warmth of the fire and the different candles that light the room. Though the goblins aren't the best cooks, Jareth's ensured that they know how to make things that he knows you'll enjoy: warm soups and filling foods that remind you of the things you have back at home. He likes to be close to you when you eat: likes being able to watch you and hear you talk more than you usually do. You lower your guard when you're amongst the normalness and the quiet of the empty dining room, and Jareth likes to see you feeling particularly at home and comfortable.

- There's something about traveling between the real world and the Underground that makes you feel like a kid again, like you're still celebrating Halloween in your youth. Something about it reminds you of how it felt to trick or treat late at night: like you're doing something you're not supposed to with the safety of knowing that you're allowed. It's the nostalgic feeling of still believing in magic, of the world suddenly turning fantastical and whimsical and strange. It's the same giddy emotion you get when watching a seasonal movie, of having your fantasies beautifully fulfilled in full.

- Travelling to the Underground doesn't always make sense. Oftentimes, Jareth will seek you out as the sun begins to set and you'll enter his realm just as it's beginning to rise. Sometimes it's morning or noon when he materializes in your home, and when you arrive at his castle, you're standing under a sky of shimmering stars. It adds to the magic of it, makes it feel even more like a dream.

- Either decorating the castle with the goblins or having Jareth order them around in preparation for your arrival. He's unfamiliar with the traditions of the holiday/season, but he lets you wreak havoc in whatever festive way you'd like. Bring those over there. She wants those strung up. What are you waiting for? He raises a brow at the poor creatures when they look at him in bewilderment, making them hurriedly start doing whatever was asked/commanded of them.

- Whether it includes using his magic or simply using his goblin servants, anything you ask for is yours. Want pumpkins? He'll send his minions out to retrieve some. Want atmospheric weather? He'll conjure it up in a second. He'll go as far as to change entire areas of the labyrinth just to make you happy. Like I said: anything you want is yours.

- Jareth likes to pretend he isn't interested in/is above your childish human traditions, but his curious gaze tends to defy him whenever you busy yourself with an unfamiliar task. He'll watch from the sidelines, glancing away whenever someone looks towards him, pretending he isn't amused/vaguely fascinated by whatever's going on. He thinks it's silly that you insist on cooking things instead of just letting/making the goblins do it, or that you want to rake the leaves and jump into the manmade piles. Though he refuses to do it himself, he grows jealous whenever the goblins agree and make you happy in the process.

- The goblin king can't help but scoff when you fondly tell him about corn mazes in the real world. He jealously brags about his own maze; his labyrinth, and asks if you'd like to give his a try if you like them so much. He doesn't actually expect you to agree, or at least doesn't expect you to be so determined about it. He likely sends his goblins out to tail you and make sure that you're not grievously injured during your little adventure: commanding them to go around the kingdom closing oubliettes, moving rocks, and scaring different beasts away as you cluelessly continue on with your journey....

- In the beginning, he watches you with vague amusement, occasionally appearing and making comments about having déjà vu and things of the sort. He tries to convince you to take a break and spend time with him, growing bored with the whole idea when you refuse and insist that you're going to beat his labyrinth. He might even have his subjects lead you towards shortcuts just so you can finish quicker, letting you brag to him about how easy it was when you make your way inside the castle, letting you feel all accomplished while he tugs you close to him and forces you to make up for lost time.

- Speaking of beasts: though the goblin king is prone to jealousy, he might gift you a creature to keep you company/safe whenever he's not able to spend time with you. It's likely an adorably ugly, furry, and hulking critter that follows after you obediently and lays across your lap to keep you warm. Jareth might pretend that you found the thing all on your own; and you might be convinced due to the slight rivalry that the two of them have going on, but rest assured that there's a reason that the beast suddenly appeared during one of your mini travels.

- Fair warning: teaching goblins how to carve pumpkins is a vaguely terrifying experience. It's like trying to teach a room full of slightly violent preschoolers how to do an activity that's completely foreign to them. They cluelessly try to follow along, hesitating at first and looking to Jareth for permission before hurriedly doing as you say. They get very invested very quickly, however, and you'll soon find yourself in a room full of noisy, excited little creatures.

- Goblins love scary stories. They recount them in gruesome detail whenever you ask them to/mention that it's holiday tradition. Jareth usually sits by your side and grimaces while he listens, his hand on his chin and his eyes flicking over to you, watching you hang on to the storytellers every word. He doesn't understand why you're so enamored with such ugly little tales, but he allows them to be told all the same.

- Some of the goblins would likely ask to do Halloween activities all year round/whenever you come to visit, loving the newfound rituals/games you've introduced them to. You might find that the goblins keep Jack-o'-lantern's on their doorsteps all the way into spring and summer, or that they tell cover their "yards" with hay or "fallen" leaves (leaves they've plucked from trees and forced to shrivel up).

- Receiving whimsical gifts. Your home in the real world is decorated with magical souvenirs, things you tend to keep hidden or dodge questions about whenever company comes over. These gifts tend to defy logic and science, and they make even your boring old bedroom seem fantastical, exciting, and strange.

- Somedays, you like to stay with Jareth in your own world, showing him different Halloween movies and listening to seasonal music. Familiar activities take an interesting turn when you're doing them with a magic wielding goblin kings.

- You explain different holiday traditions to him whenever they come up in conversation, telling him about this and that while he sits and listens patiently. The perfect time to whisk them away, isn't it? He'd said teasingly when you told him about trick or treating, wrapping his arms around you while you tried to glare at and scold him. I suppose you'll just have to spend the night with me to ensure that I don't do anything of the sort.

- Your Halloween desserts are a guilty pleasure of his. He can always find it in himself to excuse the boredom you put him through while waiting for you to be finished whenever you finally reward him with a proud smile and a sweet treat.

- There's likely some kind of portal in your home that allows you to enter into the Underground without Jareth's help. It also allows for the goblins to sneak into your world, happily roaming around your house and wreaking havoc wherever they go. Whether you willingly invite them over or not, you still have fun babysitting the little rascals and getting them to help you with your Autumn-related endeavors; even if they leave you with more of a mess than anything else. Jareth can always right whatever wrongs they commit in a matter of minutes, so you never really have to worry. He also finds it amusingly sweet whenever you plead with him to be merciful with the creatures whenever they decide to pay you a visit without his permission.

- When you find yourself feeling lonely or unable to sleep, you sometimes make your way deeper into the castle and see what the goblins are doing. Sometimes you'll be able to stumble across a makeshift goblin party or decide to make one on your own: convincing the creatures to divvy out some snacks and drinks and play some music or party games. It's chaotic, but it's always fun, and you'll find yourself getting so caught up in it that you don't even notice Jareth standing in the doorway. He'll raise a brow at you when you finally lock eyes, smirking in amusement when you smile at him sheepishly.

"Time for bed, don't you think?" He teases hintingly, leaning against the doorframe as he waits for you to untangle yourself from the party. He's somewhat amused as he leads you back to your room; whether in the castle or back in the real world, and he promises to show you what a real party looks like in the very near future.

- The party in question is a masquerade ball, one that's likely set on the night of Halloween. The entire point of it is to try and top your little goblin get together; an incredibly simple affair, yet the extravagance of it would make one assume that he was trying to outshine an entire royal ball. The dancehall's decorations take on a gothic twist, the room is lit by candelabras and chandeliers, the guests are dressed in gaudy satin and velvet and lace.

- You yourself are dressed indulgently, wearing the gown and the jewelry that Jareth gifted you in anticipation of the holiday event. He spoils you rotten with the outfit: making sure that every hem and stitch is in line with your deepest fantasies. He tries to entice you with promises that you could be wearing similar things everyday if you simply chose to stay with him in the Underground, smiling impishly at you when you fondly tell him to focus on his dancing.

- You spend all night dancing and drinking and laughing with all of the Goblin Kings eccentric party guests. You take it all in until you physically can't anymore, collapsing happily into the cushions of an armchair at the end of the night, resting your feet and catching your breath. Your head is fuzzy as you watch Jareth approach you, fading in and out of view between the vibrant, moving company. He asks if you've had enough for the night, offering you his hand and leading you out of the room, members of the crowd parting for the two of you like the red sea. You feel like a child being carried off to bed, hearing the chorus of voices and laughter grow quieter and quieter as you slink up stone staircases and down long empty hallways.

- You soon find yourself standing at the ledge of his castle, looking out amongst the entirety of his kingdom and his labyrinth, admiring the autumn atmosphere late at night. It's easy to want to stay there forever when you feel like this, to be swayed to agree to be his and his alone. Everything is so beautiful in that moment: perfect beyond compare. When Jareth comes up behind you and embraces you, you feel as though the whole world is embracing you, and without hesitation, you find yourself embracing it back....

[michelle-is-writing]

Family, Jareth

Word count: 2.2k~

The labyrinth was a place that people were sent to when they were careless in their actions and took something so significant for granted. In the amount of time I had lived in the kingdom of labyrinth, I watched as people from all around the outside world came and went with some of the poor souls having to leave by themselves as the people who carelessly wished them away stayed and turned into goblins having traded themselves for the other. I hated watching this occur, and despite proceeding with such things, I know the man I loved hated these things too.

What hurts me the most is knowing a baby could appear in our realm at any moment while their older sibling would enter the labyrinth to try and get them back. In the time I have been here, I have yet to see it happen, but still, I know it does occur.

Today happens to be the day that I get to witness such a thing as I watch Jareth arrive back to the kingdom with an infant, no older than four months, wrapped in a soft pink blanket in his arms. Almost immediately, he carefully lays the baby in my arms before giving me an explanation and a kiss. "The sibling shouldn't be responsible for something that should have never happened, according to him," Jareth clarifies with a shake of his head before looking toward the never ending maze that is the labyrinth.

"Do you think he'll learn his lesson?" I ask him, cuddling the baby girl to me as she stares up at me with curious brown eyes, her hands reaching up to grasp something. How could someone wish away a baby so small? The poor thing barely knows how to cry, and even more so, the baby barely knows what it wants!

"Not even a small bit, my love," Jareth answers me, pressing another kiss to my cheek before walking toward his throne room, turning around to give me another smile. "Take care of her for the time being, but I know I shan't remind to do such a thing," he tells me, making me look at him with a questioning smile. "You're already doing so, wonderfully," he concludes before disappearing from my sight, his soft smile being the last thing my eyes catch just as he does so.

For most of the kids who arrive at the labyrinth with their siblings wished away, Jareth makes a deal with them in the labyrinth before sending them both home, a little more love now being shown to the person that was once wished away. However, for the rare cases like the one currently lying in my arms, Jareth doesn't usually cut deals with the sibling fighting for them, and instead, turns them into a goblin rather than the other party. For the teenage boy who's currently wandering around the labyrinth as if time were on his side, things aren't looking so good for him.

The baby is practically a newborn, and yet, her life doesn't seem all too important to her brother wandering through the endless maze. Jareth didn't seem to care much for the young man to begin with going by the fact he wished away someone important to him, but I can tell after our small conversation that Jareth really didn't like the boy. Typically, I'm the one to give everyone a second chance; however, this case makes me want to punish the boy myself.

It makes me sad looking down at the resting baby in my arms, her tiny hands still mindlessly reaching out to grasp at something while her mouth searches for something to suck on. If I held the ability to perform magic, I would make a pacifier for her, but unfortunately, I cannot. Instead, all I can do I let her hold one of my fingers in each of her soft, small hands while I cuddle her closer to me. The feeling of holding the baby is nice and... warm. It makes me never want to let her go - even though she's not even my own kin.

With the baby still in my arms, I wander through the kingdom and do small things as the calm, yet giggly infant finds interest in my sparkly gown. Her tiny hands pull at the unwavering jewels adorning the (f/c) material while I just smile and continue what I'm doing. She's strong for such a small infant.

Hours pass by and I'm still carrying the small child in my arms. Now, she has fallen asleep, and thankfully, she hasn't grown hungry. An infant this young needs milk from their mother, and because I am not this little girl's mother, I cannot provide that for her. Even though it shouldn't matter, it kind of makes me sad.

I'm not upset over the fact I cannot feed this child, no - I'm sad that I don't have any children to feed in general. I've always wanted to have kids, and nothing makes me happier than the thought of having a family with Jareth. However, we live in a place where children might not be the best idea. Plus, what if Jareth doesn't want any children?

Walking into Jareth's throne room, I sit next to him in my similar one and lean my head onto his shoulder as he turns to look down at me, a smile curling on his lips at the sight of the now sleeping infant. "Was she well behaved, my love?" He asks, reaching a hand across to brush against her tiny curls.

"She was," I answer him with a smile, feeling her try to nuzzle closer to me. Despite being wrapped in several linens, the blankets are thin, and the air in here is freezing. Chances are she's probably trying get warmth from me which isn't a problem.

"You know you're going to have to give her up soon, my love," Jareth points out, making me frown as I look over to the tall clock in the middle of the floor. By the looks of it, there is only a little less than an hour left of the thirteen hours originally given to the boy. Upon looking over at said boy, I find him sitting in the middle of the maze as he continually tosses a stone into the air before catching it.

"I think I've run out of sympathy for this one," Jareth explains, looking over at the youngling with me. With a shake of his head, Jareth lifts a finger toward the clock and tilts it, the longer hand sliding from eleven to thirteen within a matter of seconds. "Why don't you take the little one in your arms back to her home?" He suggests, kissing my cheek as he stands from his throne. "And I'll, unfortunately, take care of the other one."

With a sigh, I nod and stand as I watch a portal open in front of me, prompting me to step in and find the baby's room. The walls are an evening primrose tone while the wooden shelves fill with porcelain dolls. By the corner is a trunk of toys to play with when she gets older, and by the looks of it, she'll never get bored.

Curiosity getting the best of me, I step out of her room and into the hall where another door sits, open for everyone to see. It's obviously the boy's, and he has nothing to complain about. Everything in it is new, and none of it is old. Not to mention everything is clearly expensive. The boy probably never went without, and all the parents asked for was for him to watch his baby sister. Such a shame.

Walking back into the baby's room, I lay her down in her white wooden crib with a plush pink mattress and smile down at her as she giggles. "Goodbye, little one," I tell her, leaning over to press a small kiss to her soft forehead. "Live a long and happy life, and cherish everything."

With that, I walk back to the still open portal and step through with my gown flowing behind me. Walking closer to the center of the castle, I ignore the pang in my heart as I wander back into the labyrinth's kingdom and sit at my throne beside Jareth's. Resting my head on my hand, I wait patiently for him to return while thoughts begin to fill my brain.

I've always wanted a family. The idea of little ones running around the kingdom concerns me a little, but I'm sure things around here can be fixed. Nonetheless, the idea of having children that resemble both me and Jareth excites me, but it scares me at the same time.

Does Jareth ever wonder these same things? Yes, he may be my husband, but I don't know if he ever thinks about the same things I do. Would he mind having a family with me? Or would it put a burden on him?

The sight of Jareth stepping into the castle brings me out of my thinking and over to him as he makes his way to his throne, immediately sitting down in it before grasping my hand and sighing. Turning his head toward me, he smiles. "Do you remember taking care of me when I was stuck in my owl formation in your realm?" He questions me, slightly confusing me.

With a questioning stare, I smile up at him. "Of course I do," I answer him, feeling his hand tug me over to him with a gentle pull. Getting the message, I stand from my throne and sit down on Jareth's lap, his arms instantly wrapping around me and pulling me close once he gets the chance. It's what lead me to him in the first place. An injured owl hooting for help in my backyard - how could I not help it?

A few weeks of taking care of the owl passed before it was healthy and able to fly... only to turn into a sparkly man before my very eyes. It was shocking, of course - who else has seen an owl transform into a human? Better yet, who else goes on to fall in love with and travel to a completely different realm to be with that same man?

"You were so gentle and careful with me, and loving," Jareth goes on, his arms around me never faltering in their hold. "Furthermore, you never got frustrated with me, nor did you cause me any pain - even when you didn't mean to, you still did not hurt me, my love," leaning in, he presses his lips against my temple, leaving them there for a few seconds before speaking up. "If we were to have children, I know you would be the same way."

Practically snapping my head toward him, I stare at him with slightly widened eyes as my mouth parts in a small gasp. How did he know I was thinking of such a thing? I didn't say anything about it! I never even mentioned it!

"Your thoughts, my dear," Jareth interrupts me from my thinking, smirking. "They're connected to mine, in a way," He reveals, causing me to blush. Not that I have anything to hide, but the idea that the man I love knows what I'm always thinking about is kind of... embarrassing.

"And besides," Jareth resumes, pushing my hair from my face with a gentle hand. "Ever since I met you," He continues on, his voice is low and languid as he leans closer to brush his lips against my neck. "Not once did the thought never cross my mind, 'this is the goddess that I want to bear my children.'"

With his confession, my eyes widen, only to close moments later as Jareth's lips come into contact with skin of my neck, my mouth slightly agape as a silent moan escapes my mouth. This is all so... shocking. The fact that Jareth feels the same way I do about children is fantastic, but its also so... inviting.

"Jareth," I practically groan his name, placing a hand atop his wild hair. "Are you... are you sure about this?"

My question causes Jareth to pause on his attack on my neck, and instead, he moves to face me, his eyes aligned with mine. "I have never been more sure about anything in my entire existence, my queen," He answers me, his crystal blue eyes never leaving mine. "To watch your belly grow with our child - a true, physical representation of our love - makes me want nothing more in life," As he says these things, a delicate hand soon lays itself against my stomach, resting there with pure serenity and gentleness. "After all, you said it yourself,"

Leaning in closer to my lips, I feel Jareth hold my waist close to him as I subconsciously reach my other hand up to lay around his neck. "Nothing makes me happier than the thought of having a family," He quotes one of my earlier thoughts word-for-word, smiling. "And as it is for you, and only you, it is for me, my love."

Finished speaking, Jareth finally connects our lips together in a sweet and meaningful kiss, happy tears finding their way to my eyes as we do so. Nothing could make me happier than this exact moment, but in the future, that might change - and hopefully, it does.

[tobehumanfanfics]

Imagine Alice falling into the Labyrinth instead of Wonderland, and meeting Jareth.

“I don’t suppose this is another Wonderland?”

“I don’t suppose you also come with a baby brother you want to wish away?”

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

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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Imagine visiting the Goblin Kingdom in your dreams and Jareth falling in love with you during your time there

——— Masterlist / Ko-Fi ———

Looking through one of his crystal balls, Jareth’s eyes lit up when he saw a certain someone appear. [Name]. His [Name].

He had certainly been surprised when she first appeared in his kingdom. Nothing ever occurred in it without him knowing about it so her just magically appearing had him intrigued. And his curiosity only grew when she seemed to disappear just as quickly as she appeared. So when she came back the next day, he decided to take her under his wing. [Name] had free range to explore his kingdom - under his supervision of course - while he tried to figure out how she was able to come without making a wish and why only when she slept. 

It’s why he currently trailing after he while she explored the labyrinth, her eyes sparkling with wonder. But as much as he loved spending time with her, it just wasn’t enough. Jareth dreaded when she had to wake up and leave his side. “Oh darling,” he whispered, a soft smile appearing on his face as he stared at her. “What have you done to me?”

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Imagine Jareth asking you to stay with him in the Goblin Kingdom

——— Masterlist / Ko-Fi ———

“I ask for so little, [Name]. Stay here in this world with me.  Anything and everything you could I ask for I will give it to you. Darling if you asked for it, I would give you the moon and the stars. Just please stay.”

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Imagine exploring the labyrinth with Jareth

———  Masterlist / Ko-Fi ———

Ever since [Name] arrived at the Goblin Kingdom, she had been fascinated by everything she could set her eyes on. It was this curiosity that made Jareth fall more in love with her. He enjoyed seeing the excitement in her face when he showed her around. It was nice being with someone who appreciated the things his kingdom had to offer as the goblins weren’t exactly fawning over the city or the labyrinth. 

Having already been shown around the city, the two were currently walking through the labyrinth. Not wanting [Name] to accidentally stumble upon some of the more dangerous parts of the maze and hurt herself, Jareth took the lead. Seeing that she was lagging behind as she had stopped to talk the Monique the worm, he waited until she finished her conversation before calling out to [Name], trying to get her attention. “Come along, love. I don’t want you getting lost in here.”