Can I request yan Jareth with someone who loves books and finds the library in his castle and his reaction to finding them reading
A Gift - Jareth x Reader
I loved writing this! If anyone has any fic ideas, I am all ears! I hope you enjoy and have a nice day.
He knew she would find it. She was supposed to find it. It was for her, every book. Every novel, every tale, every chapter. He made it for her. It didn't take much. Barely any magic at all really, but it was everything. Through his crystal he watched her eyes scan the room. Saw her face go from curiosity and awe. It takes her no time to find a book and wander to the bay window. Overlooking her beloved gardens.
Hours she spent in there, losing track of time. He watched as her expressions moved with every scene of the book. Gradually her bows furrowed more. Gasps in horror, closing the book shut with a satisfying snap. He chuckles to himself, great pride swelling in him that she loves her gift so much. Prideful in her ability to care so deeply about all she does.
He throws the ball in the air, appearing under one of the staircases of the many stories of the library. An adoring gaze falls on his love, as she tears up from the book. "What troubles you, my heart?" He asks his voice like silk. He sits in the window, bringing her in his lap. Holding her tightly, as her head falls to his chest.
"She doesn't love him. All he wants is to be loved." She mumbled, and he couldn't help but giggle. "It's not funny!"
"Of course, not my dear, how dreadful." He teases with a toothy grin; he leans in and kisses her. It wasn't a passionate kiss, not long. Just enough, sweet and short. she smiles as they pull away, he dries her cheeks. "There is my smile." He mused glancing over and picking up the book. "What do you think my dear, should I destroy it? You will never have to cry again. Or is our love enough?" He searches her eyes, and she takes the book away and cradles it to her chest.
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Rating: None; slight mention of ‘unfit’ household / childhood
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Summary: You’ve had a creative imagination since you were a child, but your mind always leads back to one thing: A Goblin King surrounded by goblins of all shapes and sizes. What makes you dream of such things, and what were to happen once you begin receiving letters from a man who only signs as ‘Your King’?
A/N: This was inspired by a comfort letter I received in character from Jareth at the Goblin King masquerade ball I attended, this popped into my head and wouldn’t leave, so this came to be. If I am inspired and people tend to enjoy it, I will continue with a part 2.
Tagging @lackingspace <3
You stared at the letter for what felt like hours, the sun rose and set, and all you could do was stare at the writing on the parchment.
In your other hand, your fingers played with the key attached to the parchment with a royal purple ribbon, your fingers mindlessly twirled it around while your eyes reread every single line.
You figured that all of those wild dreams you had were just that: dreams. The imagination of a child that stuck with you well into your adulthood. It only meant you were creative and had an overactive imagination, but to receive this letter on your birthday once again, well, it was almost unsettling to you.
'If you ever wish to escape your everyday life, just clasp the key and speak into the night, your King will come.'
You've dreamt of him before, the Goblin King that whisks children away to turn into goblins, but he seemed so beautiful to be a king of such creatures. Either way, he came to you every so often and you figured once again it was just dreams. He would treat you nicely and carry you off into the mazed garden, where he would watch you as you twirled around the water fountain and you brought color to his dull world, you'd see him smile at you when you'd catch him staring.
It was just dreams, you'd say, yet you would think of him as someone who could truly be out there, searching for you. Your friends all called you delusional and figured you still believed in invisible friends, maybe you just never grew up, and they were partially right. The day you were taken by the Goblin King because your older sibling wished you away, there was a part of you that remained there, locked away in the dungeon of his castle.
But ever since you turned 18, you'd wondered if they were dreams that your kind used to cope with the abuse you suffered at the hands of your sibling. It was typical of them to roughhouse with you or to make you take the fall for broken or damaged items, hell, they despised you sometimes and you didn't understand why. You couldn't help that you existed. So you dreamt of a magical place that other people took for granted, and you thought that was normal.
So the night they said those words and figured you'd be better off in the labyrinth when they didn't come for you and didn't fight through the Goblin City to bring you back, Jareth felt pity for you. As much as he figured it wouldn't bother him, he'd done this so many times before, the way he looked down at you as you looked around in confusion rather than screaming got him thinking. He held you in his arms and watched you carefully, you got along with the goblins that surrounded you, you had even laughed with them as you sat in his throne room, and yet he waited to see if you would have been rescued. Once it hit the twelve-hour mark, he had stood from his seat on the windowsill, his cape trailing behind him as he bent down and scooped you into his arms.
When the goblins wanted to question him about his intentions, he whipped around with a fierce gaze and shut them right up. With you in his arms, he vanished from the room and appeared in the center of yours, your crib empty and messed up. He set you down and you settled in nicely, but your wide eyes stared up at him curiously. When he looked down at you and placed his slender finger in your tiny palm, you squeezed it and smiled.
He hadn't thought of anyone but you since then, he wished that your family would care for you deeply and that your sibling wouldn't be so harsh on you, yet that wasn't the case. Time for him in the labyrinth passed differently, so he practically watched you grow, and with you, something within him grew. He felt fondness, something he hadn't even thought would come with this job, and he successfully dodged it for so long. His other special case, the one other time he allowed himself to feel, was when a girl wished her little brother away, but she was stronger than Jareth had even hoped for, and she wriggled from his grasp.
That was so long ago, but now as he watched you from the crystal in his hand, he didn't know how to feel as you reread the letter again and again. His heart almost pounded wildly as he watched your fingers twirl the key around, he could sense how you contemplated the words written for you, how you wished you could believe it, and maybe you'd surprise him and call out to him.
He would wait, and so he did.
Funnily enough, he didn't have to wait long.
As you sat in the center of your bed, your hand holding onto the key tightly, you closed your eyes and almost began to laugh at how ridiculous you felt.
"God, what am I doing? This is stupid… But…" you sighed and sat up straight, then closed your eyes again, keeping them shut. "I wish the Goblin King would whisk me away to the castle…"
Nothing happened at first, your eyes opened and you were still surrounded by the darkness, so you let out a disappointed sigh. With a shake of your head, you stood up and felt your feet tap onto the floor that wasn't yours. The next time you blinked, your world melted away to reveal a warmly lit hallway that looked as if it could be inside a castle. Sconces that held torches lined the wall on either side, so you looked both ways down the hallway, curious as to which direction you should go to get out of there, but something pulled you straight ahead, so you followed that feeling, and examined the walls as you did.
They had been lined with cobwebs and there had been some clutter here and there, but overall it was like any other castle. You wanted to rush to the first door you saw to find answers, but something about this intrigued you, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder. Your fingers slid across the cool stone as you rounded the corner, you were greeted by a large opening that led to a familiar garden, and a large water fountain sat directly in the middle.
You had seen this before in your dreams, where the king of these lands had kept you safe from the walls beyond the castle, and you smiled as you neared it.
"This isn't real…" you tried to convince yourself, even if it was growing more and more doubtful in your mind. "I mean… can it be?"
"It's quite real if you believe that it is," a voice said behind you, which caused you to jump and yell out. "There is no way to tell if it's not." He smiled at you, which revealed a crooked grin as his sharp eyes watched you.
"I… I've been here before, haven't I?"
"Have you?"
You scoffed at the vagueness of his responses, but there was something inside of you screaming, telling you the obvious answers to your questions. "You're him aren't you, you're the Goblin King."
"Yes, that much is obvious."
"Why have you written me all those letters?"
"The same reason you seem bound to this place, there is a part of you that dreams of this castle, and therefore a part of you that longs to be here. Can you not feel it when you wake?"
You stood near the edge of the fountain and looked at him, truly took a good look at him, and thought. He was right, you always did seem to be happy when you were here, and when you woke from your dreams, you felt the ache within your chest the further you pulled away. It was outrageous to think you'd long for this place that you'd only visited in dreams, how was it even possible?
"Y/N, you came here on your own accord this time, without the help of sleep to guide you, which means you wanted to be here."
He waved his hand and suddenly a crystal ball appeared in his grasp. It had looked fuzzy at first from where you stood, but the more you focused on the images in the reflection, the clearer it became. It had been flashes of your childhood and how you had been taken here as a baby, you backed away and leaned against the stone of the fountain.
"That was real…" you muttered aloud. "All of it."
"Indeed," was all the king said.
You looked up at him and stared if only for a moment. "I've known you my entire life, I've felt you all my life as if you'd been watching me."
"I have, I've always kept a watchful eye on you, Y/N."
"Then why didn't you save me from that awful house? Why didn't you let me remain in the castle as a Goblin? Anything would have been better if I'd been out of there."
"You may not be able to see it right now through jaded eyes, but I can tell you that your humanity and your mortality shouldn't be taken for granted. You needed to come here on your own of your own free will."
You nodded slowly, not wanting to overthink it, but you focused on his words and couldn't help but agree. Would you have been so willing if you had been turned into one of those creatures without your thought in mind? You wouldn't be so happy if you had no choice in the matter, so you released a sigh and bit your tongue.
"You're right, I guess that makes me happy you kept that in mind. Thanks…" The more you looked at him, the more detail you saw in his face of how sharp his features were, but something in his eyes and the way they fixated on you made you feel aflutter. You had always thought that the man in your dreams was going to be your 'knight in shining armor come to take you away', you just never realized that it could very well be a king of goblins coming to claim you to live in his castle.
The King didn't move from his spot a few feet away, instead, he remained quite distant, wary. He wanted to gauge your reactions while refraining from overwhelming you, he was just impressed that you arrived so soon. His eyes flickered down and saw the small key still in your grasp, and there was a small pull on the corner of his mouth.
"In lighter news," he began as he shifted, "you're welcome in the castle for as long as you deem worthy, all you need to do if you want to go back is to wish it with that." His eyes flickered back down to the key and he gestured toward it. "But if you're weary and need to rest, feel free to follow me to the great hall if you'd like. There's some food and drink to your liking that will be served."
You took a step forward and felt your stomach grumble, just now remembering that you hadn't really eaten tonight due to not wanting to hang around the dinner table for too long, so you slunk back to your room with minimal food in your stomach. "I could go for a bite…"
The king spun dramatically as his cape fluttered around him, then he walked ahead of you just fast enough that you wouldn't clip his heels. The click of his boots echoed throughout the halls as you followed obediently behind him, unable to truly say anything. What could you say to this situation anyway?
"Say, uh, what should I call you? I've felt like I've known you forever and yet don't know your name."
He continued to walk but peeked over his shoulder at you, his piercing eye caught your gaze. "You may call me anything you like, though my name is Jareth."
"Oh, forgive me, but thank you for your hospitality, Jareth, er, your Highness. Feels weird."
He chuckled as he turned back and continued to guide you. "All things will feel strange until you get used to them, it's nothing though, I shan't charge you with treason for not knowing my name, I promise."
"I'd be worried to find out what kind of kingdom you run if you DID charge people with treason for such a thing," you laughed. "But I do like your castle."
"You enjoyed it here as a child as well, glad to know some things haven't changed."
And then you fell silent for a while until you both turned a corner and walked into the great hall, where there had been a long table in the center of the room, only one place setting truly seemed as if it belonged there, but there had been an obvious second placement set up right beside the head of the table. On the surface, several covered silver platters shone dimly against the candlelight, and other platters that had been revealed all smelled delicious.
You took a deep breath and sighed when you smelled the savory foods, your stomach growled louder this time, and your face glowed with embarrassment. "Sorry," you said instinctively.
"Don't be, you must be hungry. Come, sit with me."
You followed and sat into the chair he pulled out for you, very unkingly yet you found it a kind gesture. As you settled in and stared down at the setting, you wondered if this was food made for human consumption, but once you saw Jareth sitting on the chair as he watched you carefully, he lifted his chin as you raised a cover.
“Is it not to your liking?”
“Is it… is it for humans?”
He chuckled. “Of course, it is, Y/N. You are a guest and I wouldn’t go as far as serving you food you cannot ingest.”
You looked down at it and smiled when it was a comfort plate you liked growing up, despite you being older now, the mere thought of it brought a smile to your face. As you started to bring forkfuls to your lips, only then did he begin to feast alongside you, but he remained only interested in you and what you were doing.
“So uh,” you began after you wiped your mouth with a napkin, “why do you write me almost every year on my birthday?”
Jareth leaned back further in his seat and watched you curiously, truly wondering how he should respond to your question. How could he say that he was keeping you at arms length because he felt something for you, something he hadn’t felt in years since the one girl who he tried to give his affections had torn him down and left him alone upon his throne, yet here he was thinking of you constantly? There was something in you that he couldn’t shake from his thoughts, and the more he watched you grow up and the more he saw the true, raw power within you, it only made him ache for you further.
“I know what it’s like to not have a childhood worth telling, and the day you arrived here was one that changed me, nothing more.”
He was rather tight-lipped about his thoughts on the matter, but you didn’t mind, seeing him here as he just stared seemed rather mysterious, but you didn’t feel uncomfortable in his presence but quite the opposite. You trusted him more than you could ever explain to anyone like he would know all of your secrets and keep them close to his heart, but there was something unspoken between the both of you that you couldn’t put your finger on.
You offered him a smile and pushed the plate away, having eaten your fill of food, now you just wanted to explore his world, and as if he could sense your thoughts, he stood from his chair and offered his hand.
“I will ask of you one thing, little one,” he said in a hushed tone, “that you always be honest with me. I may seem reserved, but in due time, I will be open with you, so long as you can do the same with me.”
Without hesitation, you nodded in agreement and offered him a small smile. “Of course, you whisked me away from that awful place, you offered me more than I deserve all those years ago, and I can’t thank you enough.” As you grabbed his hand and he pulled you to your feet, you stumbled slightly only to be caught by him, your bodies so close to one another that you felt the current of excitement and your nerves were on edge.
As much as he didn't want to, Jareth pulled away and once again began to guide you away and into the depths of his castle. As you tried your best to keep up, your attention was pulled every which way you looked whenever you'd see an open door, and you had seen so many things in a short amount of time!
There were goblins doing all sorts of chores, there had been some cooking, others causing a disturbance in one of the pantries, and even some that had been training in combat, albeit rather poorly. You couldn't help but stifle your laughter until you walked past a room door that had only been slightly ajar, and once again, your curiosity got the better of you. As Jareth continued to glide down the hall, he took notice of your now quieted footsteps, so he pretended as if it didn't catch his attention while he rounded the corner.
He knew the room you'd stumbled upon, one that he'd visited many times as you grew, it was the one place he sought solace when he desired it the most. As you pushed the door open and it gently creaked, it revealed a large desk cluttered with papers and a quill, several ink bottles, amongst other trinkets. There had been a shelf lined with several glowing crystals, all of which sat atop a small round wooden pedestal each lined with a soft velvet cushion. Your eyes looked upon each one, all of them having the same swirling, misty look inside of them, so you walked away and continued your search as your eyes settled on the shelf that held more trinkets and some books scattered about.
Each spine of a book was intricate in design and the covers seemed as if they were the first edition from the timelines they originated from, none of which had any titles or authors engraved on their covers. Your fingers slid across the spines but you didn't dare pick them up from their resting place, you admired them as you continued to look at each small treasure or bauble. There had been random pieces that looked like they came straight from a fairytale, like a hunk of wood that was carved delicately into a knight upon a horse, there was a ceramic creature that seemed ages old but still in prime condition, one that seemed it could have been from his childhood, but there really wasn't much else besides the mess on the desk.
You would respect his privacy and leave that alone, but as you walked by, there had been several scribbled-out drawings smeared with charcoal that sat slightly scattered on the corner of the desk. As you passed, you saw that they had been figure drawings of a couple, one seemed so far away from the other as the other danced off in the distance, it seemed almost as if the closer figure was yearning for the other. Your eyes sat upon the drawing for a moment and felt something stir within you, you just couldn't tell what it was, but now that feeling was replaced with fear of being found out of your snooping.
It was high time you got out of there before you were caught, so you squeezed out of the door and placed it back where you had found it, then smoothed out your shirt and made your way back to Jareth's side. As you rounded the corner where you saw him last, you practically ran into him as he leaned against the wall, as if he were waiting for you to come back.
"Ah, there you are, I thought you'd get sidetracked in there to the point I'd have to chase after you. Find anything interesting?"
Your face flushed as you stood there, caught red-handed and filled to the brim with embarrassment, unable to find the right words to say. "I did," was all you could muster.
He hummed and pushed himself from the wall and began to lead the way once again. "If you truly decide you don't want to go back, then would you like me to show you your quarters?"
"You'd give me a room here?"
Jareth turned to peek over his shoulder a little as he smiled. "But of course, unless you'd rather sleep with the goblins in their pile. They'd always welcome another."
"No!" You shouted loudly, suddenly. Then you flushed again and felt heat warm your cheeks. "I didn't mean it like that, I just–"
"I know very well what you meant," Jareth said abruptly, "but don't think I'd let you sleep in a goblin pile, much too unsanitary for you. I will show you to your room and then you can decide from there what you'd like to do. Sound fair?"
You nodded. "Yes, I think that's fair." While he finally arrived at the destination of the room you'd stay in if you so chose, you realized a large set of doors sat several feet away at the end of the hall. "What's in that room?"
"Those are my chambers."
You stiffened and realized his room was just near yours, this was no mere coincidence, was it? Ignoring those questions, you then pushed through the door to yours and peeked inside, and you smiled once you laid eyes upon it. "Oh wow, it's like the room I always wanted…"
Jareth smirked and leaned against the doorway as he watched you test out the bed, the mattress feeling plush and comfortable, and he watched as you flung onto your back and just laid there happily.
"This is perfect, Jareth, I love it. It'll be nice to have space for myself, especially when my sibling is in town. I plan on moving out, you know. I've been working so much just to afford my own place, it's going to be worth it."
"Why don't you remain here, Y/N?"
You sat up and stared at him for a moment in bewilderment. "Stay…here?"
He simply nodded.
"How would that even work? I don't, I mean, how does your kingdom work? Would I work here to earn my keep, what would I do? It's so different from home."
"You do ask many questions, I admire your curiosity. But it would be simple, you could do whatever it is you wish; explore the Goblin City, remain on the castle grounds, you would only work if you so chose to, but it wouldn't be necessary."
"What, all of this in exchange for what? I appreciate the hospitality, but what would you gain from this?"
Jareth straightened and continued to look at you. "It's simple, you claim your spot by my side. Fear me, love me, do whatever I ask, and I will be your slave. You do feel it, don't you? The feeling we both get when you arrive here in your dreams, it's an inevitable pull even since you came here that I cannot escape."
“Those are– those are dreams, aren’t they? Something in my subconscious that happens as I sleep, it means very little in the waking world, does it not? Just because I, well uh, never mind…”
Jareth had caught your hesitation, the way you broke your gaze as you sat on the bed and played with the hem of your shirt only gave him the opening to walk up to you, and he looked down at you with a soft expression when you refused to meet his gaze.
“You don’t understand what I’d give up for you, I have given you so much already and I would continue to do so if you just asked."
The thought of this powerful man standing before you, a king of all things, willing to give you the world and throw it at your feet if you so wished it, how did you end up in this predicament? And what was even more incredibly mindblowing is that you were considering it.
"This path that has been placed before you is yours alone to decide, whether you deny me and the labyrinth, or you remain here with the power to come and go as you please, that is solely up to you."
"So I'm not trapped here forever?"
The king scoffed at the word. "Of course not, you are not to be my prisoner, Y/N, you are to be welcomed in the castle, in the Goblin City, whenever you please in these lands."
How could you say no to something so deliciously tempting?
"What if I say yes?" You asked unsurely, your voice trembling slightly in fear you were to promise something you weren't sure you could quite agree to.
Jareth tilted his head as he looked down at you, he reached out his hand a crystal appeared in his grasp, and he held it up just enough to allow you to focus on the reflection inside. Only you could see the images that played within the sphere, but what you saw was only confirmation of your dreams.
"It shows you your dreams," he stated, "and this is not an offer for an ordinary person, you're the furthest from ordinary."
You looked up at him and smirked. "I suppose I could take that as a compliment."
He only smirked, revealing a smile you had only recalled in your memories, you were comforted by him at this moment to the point that you reached out for the crystal as he held it, but he clicked his tongue before your fingers touched it.
“If you take this, Y/N, you will be accepting your fate here in the Underground, so do not make this decision lightly.”
Your hand was frozen just inches from the crystal as you stared up at him, your expression unwavering as you offered a small smile to ease his ferventness as he leaned toward you, but you were unable to do much other than smile. He had taken your breath away once again and this is what it had built up to after all this time, so what would you do: would you wish yourself away from this place, to never see the Goblin King and his castle again, or would you give it all up to remain here?
Request: hi I hope you're doing ok could I request a Jareth x reader where he comforts a reader who's afraid of thunder storms thanks so much
Of course!!! I hope this is okay <3
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(I do not own Labyrinth or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @willwriteforruns.)
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Another. And another. Again and again and again, the crashes seemed to tumble down and fall from the sky in shards of splintering frosted glass that burst like bubbled dew before your eyes.
The last strike against the glimmering heavens had you shaking underneath your duvet, eyes barely popping out from the dark hole to peer suspiciously out the sash window and into the foggy night. Ever since you could remember, you had been afraid of thunder and lightning... that instinctive, natural fear of that tremendous noise and hurtling flashes that seemed to lick flashes of fire across the sky. You flinched again. When you finally left the human world, when Jareth finally came to your rescue to whisk you away; to love you, cherish every part of you and worship the ground you walked on as his queen of the Underground, you thought you might have finally escaped all the worries your world bought.
Never would you have expected the sky to act the same way here, even with its mellow hues of honey gold mixed with stains of wine and burning crimson blush.
Another flash glitters in front of your darting eyes, and you can feel your heart rumbling along with the vibrations of the thunder. As your legs begin to shake even harder, you manage to garner enough strength to reach out from your safety fort and twist the wick adjuster of the oil lamp on the bedside table. Just enough light managed to flicker out from the glass to illuminate the mountainous shadows of your duvet on the wall. Nestling further underneath your covers, you grip the edges and pull them up to your nose, fidgeting yourself down the bed until the sheets are crinkled under your thighs and your head is gingerly resting on your husband’s pillow. Peering out, you shut your eyes, pretending the only glow in the cobbled chamber was the warm glow of the lamplight against your eyelids, and the small flickering candle that rested on the rickety bookshelf Jareth had placed in the left corner of the bedroom for you. Not the jeering, rolling growls of the monster that flashed its whips against the clouds and split them into two.
If only that noise would stop. That.... knocking noise?
Glancing towards the moon, you manage to make out a shaking- no? A shimmering. No, not that either, the object was flitting about too much in the darkness. A fluttering! It was a pair of wings shaking against the glass, the curved beak of your husband tapping in knocks of three against the window repeatedly. He flies just out of your reach as you squeak, shutting your eyes closed until you see swirling stars in your vision. Something in you manages to find the bravery to run, and before your brain has even caught up, one of your feet stings with the cold of the terrazzo tiles. Running, you throw the latch, before darting back to the bed.
Jareth swoops into the room, freezing air rushing over the top of your head as you reach the blanket. A wild wave of splashing droplets skim through the window in their rage, but you’re too deep under your cosy covers to notice. Jareth, on the other hand, has perched himself on his scarlet cushioned vanity seat, taking a moment to shake off his wet feathers onto the cape he had dropped to the floor earlier during your good morning kiss. After one last good twist, he transforms back, beginning to undo his suspenders.
Jareth turned, still shaking the damp locks away from his eyes, as he closes his eyes and puckers his lips in readiness for his usual welcome home kiss. His heart jolted in surprise though, when he was greeted with empty air and a bed that was shaking by its posters. He tilts his head in confusion, eyes fleeting over your quaking feet that poke out, biting his bottom lift with concern. Moving towards you, he sits on the edge of the bed with the most comforting grin he can muster almost grimacing on his face. He grabs your toes, massaging them with his slender fingers.
‘My love, my stars, my everything. Will you tell me why it is you and every blanket we own in the Labyrinth are currently hiding under our bed?’
Slivers of silver light up the sky as a crash fills your ears once more. Yelping, you nearly kick your poor husband up the face in retaliation. Cringing as the last tremors reverberate through your body, you scramble up and make for your husband’s warmth, settling into his side. He catches you easily, concern etching his features as you snuggle into him. He wraps his right arm around your shoulders, managing to comfort you slightly by simultaneously pulling you tighter against his chest, and stroking a stray curl of hair tenderly away behind your ears with his pointer finger.
‘The thunder?’, he murmurs, kissing the top of your head with warm, soft lips.
‘T-the th-thunder’, you manage to get out with your twisted tongue.
‘Well why didn’t you say, my love?’. He shakes your shoulder gently, whispering against your ear as he continues. ‘My dove, why, I would rearrange the whole night sky for you.’ He tilts the bottom of your chin until you’re looking back out towards the horizon, before he reaches out and points at one of the swirling pockets of pearl that peeks out shyly from behind the storm clouds. ‘Even that star, and that one, and every one you could ever dream of in your imagination, I would change and twist and transform for you.’
With a flick of his wrist, the clouds begin to dissipate, and the booming thunder begins to recede in the distance to be replaced with the grace of the stoic moon in all her glory.
Tugging you back down on top of the sheets, you sigh against the dip of his throat as he grabs the back of your thigh and wraps your leg around his waist. The chill of your breath elicits his own shiver, continued by your hand tracing itself down the long curve of his spine until it rested just above the flesh of his hip. You pressed a chaste kiss, teasing in your terrified fury, against the base of his neck, the column of his throat, slowly making your way up to the tense corner of his jaw as he peers at you with amused interest. Before you can finish your travels though, his own neediness takes over.
A crying bliss overtakes him as his clutching hands grab onto the underside of your legs and pull you over until you’re straddling him. His lips claim yours, lavish, breathless warmth seeping over your skin like fire as he growls against your teeth, pulling you flat down onto his chest until no space is left between.
And just like that, all fear has dissipated from your mind. Replaced only with the thought of your husband’s fingers clenching almost burningly against the meat of your hips. Only with the feeling of his lips pushing your head up as they litter your lower jaw with desperate kisses. Only with the tickle of his hair and his billowing sleeves and the navy glitter that itches against your forehead from where he brushed against you, and the sound of your joined laughter as he pauses to brush it away with the back of his hand, glancing up at you with awe.
Just like that, one storm was gone, to be replaced with a much more impassioned hurricane.
Not sure if someone sent this before, but can you write first kiss headcanons with Jareth?
Ohhhhhh y e s
(I do not own Labyrinth or it’s characters/ gif not mine)
For one Jareth would not be shy about expressing how he wants to kiss you so bad but he also respects your boundaries and doesn’t want to invade so he waits until you’re comfortable enough
As days ticked by he really couldn’t help himself and he found himself wanting to kiss you more and more he had so much built up desire and passion that words couldn’t express towards you
You notice how his eyes seem to linger on your lips each day and you also know he’s practically counting down seconds until he can kiss you he really really loves you and wants to show it
When you finally let him kiss you after you yourself have been yearning for it note that the flood gates have been opened and he is going to absolutely take your breath away and ravish you
Jareth is incredibly passionate he has so much love for you, you make him all kinds of happy and warm inside the very second he senses you’re completely and utterly serious he collides into you wrapping his arms around you and placing his lips on yours
He starts off gentle releasing his hold on your waist to cup your face and he’s gentle for a fair while but it’s so obvious he wants more
Jareth gets rougher after a few minutes loving every second he gets with you and he feels like what he’s doing isn’t showing you how much he loves you so he gets rougher every so often as ironic as it is, it feels magical
He is so dominant he takes charge every time especially after your first kiss when he knows you’re comfortable kissing you is the only other time he feels so passionate aside from being around you in general
He’s definitely pinned you to his throne or against the wall before
He does it a lot
Jareth’s kisses are frequent at least twice a day he just loves holding you to him and kissing you he’s completely addicted to your lips
He likes when you initiate the kiss and he finds it incredibly attractive when you take charge in fact he enjoys it after a long day but usually he’s dominant
Jareth kisses you whenever he wants as well you could be watching something and he’ll tilt your head to kiss you
Jareth has made it his tradition to take you to masquerades and kiss you hard after the last song, he kisses you before, during and after other songs too something about having you looking even more stunning than usual in his arms dancing sparks something so deep within him he can’t help it
Your first kisses summed up was magical everything about it was surreal and Jareth kisses you with even more passion every time you complete him
Warnings - kind of dark Jareth, kidnapping, angst, fluff
He watched her pout, he watched her cry, as she sits in the gardens. A spot made just for her, he scowled at the crystal. setting it down with a sigh. He looks toward his court the goblins all drink and laugh oblivious to the angry king.
she sighed as she hugged her knees, admiring the hedges. Her mind fogged, as the knowing feeling of forget eating at her. She knows she is forgetting something. She knows she is missing something, but she can't figure out what it is.
A necklace was placed around her neck gently, she flinches in his arms. He leans down and whispers his voice like silk. "Do not worry my dear, just a something I thought you would enjoy." She looks down and a delicate chain with a single opal blesses her neck. She turns to him with furrowed brows.
"I don't understand," she mumbled turning to meet his eyes. Hers, light, curious, fearful. His dark, mysterious, daunting. "What don't you understand? Don't you like my little gift."
"No, I do it's just I don't understand, why?"
"Why?"
"Why I'm here. Why am I here?" Her brows furrow her memory slowly coming back. She looks toward the ground her eyes widen slowly as she realizes. "I don't belong here, I was, was supposed to go home." She mumbles to herself, and his eyes narrow watching her intently. He nodded and stood walking around the gardens admiring. She watched him in shock. "You took me!"
He stopped picking a bright colored flower and sitting next to her. She tried to move away but he put his hand on her thigh. He smelled the flower with a small smile. Her heart has never beat so fast. "Take, my darling is such a cruel word."
He tucks the hair behind her ear, sticking the flower behind her ear as well. "I would rather choose the word saved myself. You see, you are just like that flower. Once a bud, closed off, shielded from the world. Now you're a beautiful flower. Admired by all!" Tries to speak, to yell but she can't get the words out.
He stands turning away from her, his golden cape cascading down. "You however weren't in the proper garden. You were unappreciated. Unloved. Here you are a queen. You are everything. I do not understand why I keep having to remind you." He mumbled focusing on his crystal.
He turns back to her and kneels down taking her cheek in his hand. "Now worries however, I will make sure that you will stay in the garden." He forces her face down kissing it passionately her mind fogs away, artificial butterflies fly in her stomach. She tries to push him away, but soon she wraps her hands around his neck, and he smiles in the kiss. Triumphantly, knowing that he has control over his darling rose once more.
She pulls away looking around, "Jareth, when did we come here?" She asked innocently, "you fell my darling petal, and fell unconscious. I was so distraught that when you woke, I could not help myself I had to savor you."
She nods leaning her head down in the crook of his neck. He holds her protectively, tightly. "Jareth? Can we go home, I am getting cold." He smiled as he kissed her hair, "of course me precious."
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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
Thank you♥️♥️
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.
Request: Hiya lovely! I was wondering if you’d be able to write a few headcanons about Jareth being given a ‘good luck charm’ by the reader and his reaction to it being accidentally broken somehow? No pressure or rush! <3
I’m sorry this took so long my dear friend @squibzib!! <3
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Okay, so, this whole ordeal started on what appeared to be just a normal July day to outside goblins. It was a warm, rushed morning, with goblins running screaming around with piles of clothes and suitcases, as Jareth had just confessed to you that he had been called away on urgent business for the week in the human world.
Although, naturally, you were upset that your husband had to leave from your home again, he was more upset than you were. Usually, for at least a month after he comes back, he’s more than usually clingy. He keeps lying over your lap like a lounge cat while you’re trying to get things done, or playing with your fingers while he’s in the throne room, or dragging you out with both arms wrapped around your waist to go for afternoon strolls by the Bog with him.
Although he’s too stubborn to fully admit it, you can always tell by the way his eyes look grief-stricken and lonely in their gaze, despite the fond smile he tries to give to you.
He just missed the love of his life an awful lot whenever the stars dared to drag the two of you apart for even the most miniscule shred of a second. This time, you wouldn’t let him go without a piece of you to take away too.
If it couldn’t be your heart, then it could be your luck.
So, the evening before his morn trip you kick all the poor goblins out of the throne room and sit on your husband’s lap. He sighs in content, nuzzling the dip of your neck as you trap his legs underneath your thighs.
He gently rests one larger hand upon one of your legs, thumb stroking over your skin before he he hums in amusement at the way your fumble with his fingers and quickly shove something over his knuckles.
It’s a little good luck charm wounded beautifully around some black twine - a quaint glass heart with an wooden carving of an owl in it.
‘Hmm, what are you doing my star shine?’
‘Giving you all the luck and love I have to give before you go.’
He nuzzles his nose against your own, crinkling the edges of his eyelids as he laughs. He’s so close, you nearly sneeze at the amount of white eye powder that falls from his eyelashes onto your cheeks.
‘You already give me far more than I deserve’, he whispers against your lips, his hand sliding up to grip you tighter on your hip. ‘I’m the luckiest man in the world.’
Despite his words, he pretends to be very cool and collected when he gently presses his lips against yours in thanks, but inside he’s really s c r e a m i n g!!!
You catch him gently caressing it and looking all almost embarrassingly lovey-dovey at it all day - you catch him stroking his fingertip over the edge of the heart, stopped on the middle of the staircase. You spot him playing, fiddling, fidgeting with it during a really boring midnight meeting with the goblins. You also catch him tugging at the string and already fraying the edges when he takes off his makeup before bed.
In the end, as he jumps on the bed and prowls up the red silk sheet that’s covering your legs, the two of you end up giggling as he pounces on you and starts pressing loads of kisses along your face.
So, the next morning, when he manages to slam into a tree during his journey to avoid a flock of pigeons (lmao) and the glass smashes, he becomes so worried that he spends the whole rest of the day freaking! out!
First, he has to collect every single piece. Every single shard, and scrap that he digs out from the dirt with his gloves, which takes him a while. And then he has to try and use his magic - and although he becomes a blustering, tired mess, it still doesn’t work. Plus, as he thumped down cross legged onto the ground with a huff, it wouldn’t be the same because every time he looked at it, he would know it wasn’t the real one. It hadn’t come from his heart. From his soul. From the love of his life.
He mopes about when he comes home, because he’s too afraid and too upset to just come out and tell you. So he tries to avoid you a bit, which absolutely breaks your heart - he ducks round the other side of the stairs when he spots you during the early morning heading down to the kitchen chambers for breakfast, or locks himself away in his dungeons because he thinks he deserves to be alone.
Finally, you manage to corner him in the kitchen - you back him up until his upper thighs hit the edge of the colossal, flour stained oak table in the middle of the cobblestoned walls. But you don’t stop there! Grabbing the rolling pin off a goblin trying to bake a tart for lunch, he runs, terrified, out as you point it at Jareth’s face.
He bumps the table with his bottom, an eyebrow raised as you start telling him how upset he’s made you - not realising you’ve backed him up so fully that he’s jumped up onto the table and now you’re standing with your legs flash against the tights on his hip, his riding boots straddling your legs and trapping you against his chest.
He finally caves in, and to your shock, starts crying, although he tries to summon a cloud of glitter to hide the few tears he tries to rub away behind his fake laughter.
Plus, his mascara is slightly streaked when he finally looks into your eyes, which is a total giveaway.
‘I'm so sorry sweetheart. I broke the only thing I own that I care about.’
You shush him, pulling him into a hug and telling him not to be silly, and that you’ll make him an even better one.
He just sniffles into your neck, trying to make you laugh by pretending to blow his nose on the ruffles of his dress shirt - although you can feel his fingers twitch as he pulls you just that bit tighter against him.
Request: Okay, I swear I have hair nearly as wild as Jareth's. Except it's very curly and fluffy and dark brown. How would Jareth help with a reader with unruly, curly hair?
YESS THIS IS SUCH A MOOD THANK YOU @hewwo-its-floof
Okay, you can just TELL from this gif that this man absolutely takes care of his hair. Like, he is masterful at looking like he just effortlessly has these flowing locks of fluffy gold that you just want to touch the floofiness of all the time.
In your bathroom, you’re constantly scaring yourself silly because of him. In the middle of the night, you’ll be busy trying to place your flickering candle down on the edge of the marble countertop by the sink before the wax begins pricking and burning at your fingers. You’ll jump a mile, however, when some ginormous, looming shadow grows across the stone cobbled walls like a faint spectre, and some new bottle of hair product Jareth had concocted for himself the day before topples to the floor.
Which then, unfortunately, starts a tidal wave of bottles and glass vials that come thundering down towards your face. Pretty much every sleeping goblin comes clambering down from their bunk-bed sleeping quarters and running towards the sound of the thundering crash to find Jareth doubled over in laughter on the bathroom floor and you lying under a literal mountain of hair mousses on the tiles.
You get your revenge though, when your husband tries to pull you back up and you tug him back down onto your chest under the huge pile of bottles.
Because he’s your husband, and he loves you more than every star, sun, moon, planet - every weighted glittering jewel and every twinkling swirling pocket of starlight in the galaxy, he tries to help you out without you ever needing to ask.
He spends a lot of his days kissing the side of your cheek before jumping out of the window and turning into an owl to fly off and search through some coastal cities, flash new trendy cities and quaint rural village towns to find you the perfect brushes, oils, creams and products to start your own little hair collection products right next to his.
When the two of you bathe together after a long day of strolling leisurely through the Labyrinth and dancing the night away with the rest of the Goblins in the Ballroom’s masquerade, he coaxes you towards him in the bubbles. He holds his hand out, winking at you with that glint of humour and fervour in his eyes as he pulls you against his bare skin. You end up lying, back to chest and skin to skin against him with your hands resting on his thighs. His own works at your head, gently and expertly massaging conditioner into your hair, slender fingers scratching teasingly against your scalp.
Although he tries to leave it and let the conditioner soak in, he ends up giggling and leaving over you to press kisses against your forehead, moving down to your nose with a chuckle that the two of you end up falling under the suds.
Sometimes, if brushing through your hair becomes a bit painful, he’ll make you sit down in front of his vanity mirror. Standing with his legs on either side of you, leather holding you in place firmly against his hips, he hums the song you first danced to at your wedding as he runs his fingers through your locks. Sometimes, he’ll even sprinkle some little jars of glittering lotion onto his fingers - sweet smelling things that fill the cosy, arching room with the scent of rose, jasmine, lavender that fill your heart with a youthful glee - so that you literally sparkle with every bounce in the sunlight like the little jewel he always says you are.
Although, if you wake up with a particularly bad case of bedhead (like I do every day lmao), sometimes you get frustrated with him because he somehow always wakes up with those long, flowing locks billowing dramatically over his shoulders like some kind of model.
Don’t worry though! After he’s spent enough time jumping over you, knees tucked over you as he bends down on the bed, bumping his nose against your own and pressing his fingers into your side in order to tease you, he makes sure to pull out the extra supplies of de-tangling spray he keeps in his bedside drawer to help make the unruliness a little easier to manage.
If the two of you spend the mornings under the golden honey of the rising, dusty sun, picking apples in the little rosy orchard he created for you for some sparkling cider, he’s a bit of a trickster. He always seems to magically have a thousand hair bands in his pockets, and although he vehemently denies it, it seems that a gust of wind seems to magically summon itself to come puffing and blowing through your hair.
It’s always a good excuse for him to tie up your hair though, running his fingers down your spine before expertly tying it in whatever style you want.
Before balls, he always has this huge, glowing, bashful, proud and adoring smile on his face as he links arms with you and leads you into the marble pillared lined doors. He’s spent the whole afternoon with you lying between his legs, as he twirled and braided little gems and diamonds into the curls of your hair, so you look even more ethereal than he thought you did before.
Omg he’s just melting in his sequined suit it’s so cute (even if he does start chasing after the goblins that start poking fun and making a kissey face at him) he loves you so so much I’m going to cry.
Sometimes you’ll wake up in the middle of the night, scarlet velvet pooled around your waist and only the final dancing embers of the fire casting shadows across the grey-stone walls. With the little sliver of moonlight that floods in through the billowing silk curtains, you’ll see the fond, delighted grin of your husband as he blinks to keep himself awake - his pointer finger lazily curling a strand of your hair.
It’s a part of who you are, and therefore he loves each strand with his whole heart, no matter what it looks like.
