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Max the Spider

Rewatched the scene in the apartment between Spencer, Max and Cat (I bought the episode) and like @illegalcerebral said, Max gave the performance of the night.

She reminded me of a spider, the way she weaved her tale with the silk threads being her detailing her abuse, her hurt and eventual killing of her boyfriend.

And Cat and Spencer were the flies, being drawn in deeper as the thread Max wove became more and more thicker, intricate.

They were mesmerized! As the story went on, you can see Cat leaning in, wanting more, her eyes widening, she never took them off of Max. Excitement, almost an arousal of sorts, seemed to come over Cat...her voice even dropped.

Same thing with Spencer. He couldn't take his eyes off of Max either, his sight line never left her as she walked to the phone, standing up, moving around. But, his emotions were different from Cat's. Not excitement but more concerned, but still enthralled. He was hurting for Max, the pain evident on his face and he looked like he wanted to comfort her because at times,his body moved in her direction, like he wanted to take away her pain.

Max in this scene was amazing to watch. And the fact that she managed to outwit a professional profiler who's a genius and a professional lying sociopath makes this even more extraordinary.

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I will doooo

Please for the love of all that is good - someone write a hurt/comfort fic about Spencer and the emotional turmoil of 15x06. I would do it but I can’t write for shit. 

Please fam. 

Someone write me some good hurt/comfort stemming from this episode. My heart needs it. 

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anyways i’d die for maxcer and i can’t wait to be the flower girl at their wedding 💐

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When a little child ask a her parents Jareth and Uma how they meet.

Little child: Mom, Dad, How did you meet?

Jareth: Well, your mother performed the rite that would make her worthy of my attention and then I fell madly in love with he -...

Uma: a Tourney ball fell on your father in his owl form while he watching me, leaving him paralytic and unconscious. That's when I met him.

Jareth: ...

Little Child: Oooohh...

Jareth: Darling, we agreed that you would not remember that. NEVER.

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Mood: Writing a Story about Ziggy Stardust in Caracas, Venezuela

Ziggy es todo un beta hahahah

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Love of my life (Jareth x Uma)

It was the wedding party between Mal and Ben, Uma had been one of the "Bridesmaids" among the 15 that Mal had chosen for her big day. Among the crisp and strong colors between yellow, violet and green, music, the blows of cups, everything, was unimportant for Uma.

It had been a month that he had left the labyrinth, the goblins, his king, after a great quarrel in which both left saying horrendous things, hurting his heart. He returned to Auradon after the surprise of his friends to believe her dead, and was welcomed with emotion and affection. Harry had ended his relationship with Audrey so he could be next to his captain.

Her full body dress with dark purple and gold frills had her crazy. She hated him, especially that excessive rhinestones with dragon flame in her corset forced her to lean her body forward with how heavy they were. Evie had done a nice but annoying job for her, although for the other ladies it was as if they were wearing a very light silk dress. There was the incredible toast and then the music started playing all over the place, flooding the halls with their melodies. It was beautiful, but the Underground music seemed better because Jareth often sang for her.

He watched the couples dance and remembered those ballroom dances where they balanced her delicately, the small smiles full of meaning, and that phrase that had made his heart loosen like sea foam: “but i be there for you, as the world falls down. ”The memory was killing her next to that last chaotic time when the phrases of affection became sharp daggers and swords:

"I wish I had never accepted you in my life before"

"And I wish you had never stolen my heart"

“Uma are you alright? The thick, worried voice made her look at Harry. A tear slipped from his cheek that quickly cleaned.

“I'm fine, just a little emotional. You know…"

"I doubt it's because of Mal and Ben," he said with a strange smile. The pirate extended his hand to his captain with a wonderful bow "Can you grant me this piece, my lady?"

The pirate witch smiled slightly and accepted her friend's hand. Then they began to dance very close to each other, and their eyes were on par with sincere smiles of love. Uma loved Harry but not in the romantic way, and he would have liked it to be otherwise, maybe his heart hadn't finished breaking as he was at that moment of being him. Harry started a casual talk, telling the details for a new naval acquisition. Uma listened attentively until he felt something. A force that forced him to turn his gaze beyond his friend's shoulder, making her look sideways.

A tall figure, dressed in a dark blue jacket and pants, a white poet t-shirt with frills protruding and a mop of blond hair sticking out in an electric style looked at her at the other end of the room, holding a black mask shaped demon with horns. When Harry turned around he looked in the same direction again but the figure disappeared.

His heart skipped a beat as he continued searching the sides for the figure. Harry was stunned by his captain's behavior.

"Hey what's up?"

“Is that me… Harry have you seen a guest with a mask?

“Mask at a wedding? Not that it was Halloween, ”she said, smiling, taking interest from the matter, but Uma was racing, her heart beating a thousand. I would recognize that suit, that old eighties hair and that bearing on either side. His gaze sought the man with despair, fear and longing. Before another turn in the middle of the room the figure reappeared, just at the exit of the room. The eyes behind the mask stared at the witch until she turned around and left the place.

Uma pushed Harry with all his might, babbling an apology as he held the skirts of his dress in his hands and ran to the exit. He walked away from the living room down the stairs quickly as he searched for that person desperately. I wasn't imagining it, I shouldn't be doing it. He could feel it so close and yet so far from his being.

For a moment he didn't know which way to go, he had gone again. Was it a torture of his mind? A cruel way to remind him of his happy days? He thought he had gone crazy until his necklace shone brightly in the darkness of the garden and saw a trail of glitter spread along a path away from the royal halls. He followed them. He advanced carefully in the middle of the earth because of his high shoes and more than once stumbled until he fell, but in that way he began to approach the surroundings of the enchanted lake. Celtic instrumental music began to play as it drew closer, and upon arrival it found a beautiful royal pavilion in the middle of the lake connected to the ground by a wooden bridge. The pavilion was adorned by branches full of fragrant green leaves, glowing white lights that highlighted their pearl white color, and thousands of fireflies danced around as part of the magical event. But what most captivates Uma's heart, is that upon reaching it and looking amazed at the sides, the masked figure returned, revealing his face.

Uma froze, almost breathless, as Jareth approached her with a serious, but warm look. He held her with his hands on his tight waist.

"I thought ..." said the witch with a lump in her throat. “I thought we would never see each other again”

“Do you think I will let one of my treasures go at the mercy of these mundane rich children? No, Uma, I take care of what belongs to me. You belong to Me."

Jareth's grip became possessive, bringing the brunette closer to her with a big hug. He had missed her too much and there was no eternal minute when he didn't blame himself for what had happened.

"Dance with me" he order, but he also beg.

Uma got carried away by him at every turn and step. Suddenly he felt that he was returning to the hall of his happy days only that this dance was only for them. Only the two in their private bubble.

"How could you ...?"

"Get to you? I have enough power to materialize in this world. While it runs out easily and it takes me a long time to recover this is worth it ”

"When you yelled at me I thought it was worth nothing to you"

“You are worth my life, Uma. The day you left was the day I died, that's why I had to come. For that reason I had to go to your side ”

The dance stopped and suddenly the proud King Goblin was leaning towards his sea witch, his oceanic queen: his queen of Underground. This was his way of asking for his return to his world.

“I was an idiot for shouting at you like that, for telling you those horrible things. When you left immediately I wanted to go looking for you, but my hurt pride prevented me from doing so. Your words tormented me every second "I wish you had never stolen my heart" there I knew you corresponded to my feelings. I also knew that I loved you. ” Jareth held Uma's cheeks and ran his nose over them gently, “How could I have hurt you? I know I can be cruel, but even today I moved the stars for you when not before. Forever and ever. You are the magic that gives life to eternity… You are the love of my life ”

Tears gathered in Uma's eyes wanting to cry, Jareth was confessing his love, Jareth had told him he loves her. Jareth loves her as much as she did and allowed herself to feel happy for the first time in a long time. His lips fused with those of the king in a passionate kiss, loaded with so many feelings that both bodies ran through them in powerful electric shocks. Jareth's hands caressed Uma's thin waist desperately while her hands held on to his neck. Having to take time to breathe, they both separated, staring at each other.

“So, can you forgive me my queen?

"Hmm ..." Uma turned her eyes "Not yet. You were very rude just for not accepting that request to go to that horrendous witch's dance. I thought my opinion was worth it to you ”

“It is worth it, but my sense of duty forced me to please my subjects. But you know that is not why you got angry, but because you think she wants me to. And you're right ... That's why I loved you at that party, so we made it clear that this King already has his Queen ”

Uma opened her eyes wide and her cheeks grew hot.

"Still ... well, it's not enough"

"You want the ring, well you'll have the ring"

Jareth smiling gesturing to appear a ring when Uma took his hands and lowered them "I don't need a ring and less like that!" He shouted in shock as Jareth's funny and sensual smile remained on his face. He hugged her again as he kissed her lips again in a short kiss.

"I know, in addition the ring will come when you least expect it" the older man's face went to the brunette's shoulders, while he dedicated small burning kisses that climbed up to his clavicle and stopped on his neck, making the child shiver that he tried to contain his groans and gave him small blows to his chest to leave him, but the King obviously did not react to them. “What do you think if I do this in front of her while you introduce yourself? That way he will not lack doubts ”

"D-Do not you think it is improper for your hostess?" Replied the child while smiling at the mental scene.

“It could be, or maybe we give up one of his chambers… or he took you to ours and we started to-

"Jareth!" Uma shouted without being able to resist it. The king of the Goblins burst out laughing as he carried Uma and spun her over him. They had returned again. When he looked at Uma's dress, he raised a confused eyebrow, the brunette guessed the thought “Evie. she wanted to see each other according to the style of the bride ”

"I don't like it, let me do you a favor."

He held her again in the air and turned with her. Uma's dark dress changed to a beautiful aquamarine tulle dress with bright motifs of octopus tentacles waving on the skirt of her dress, with long sleeves and a beautiful crown of pearls and seashells. His collar had an additional owl pendant next to the conch and his hair fell like a curtain of beautiful defined green water curlers. It was comfortable and light.

“Do you want to go back? In the castle the goblins do not stop bellowing for your name ”

"Good, but the next day I must return to say goodbye" Jareth frowned "It will be to prevent me from being believed dead again"

“I don't see the need, but if you want that then I must also be present. That way they will know that you will be in good hands ”

"Or for Harry to know that I belong to you, did you think I didn't realize your eyes hammering in his head while dancing with him?"

Jareth held a sigh and clenched his hands, but then relaxed. Her sorceress had hit the spot as usual, but she would maintain all her self-control so as to avoid disgust at Uma. I can even allow the visit of his "friends" to the Underground, but that will be much later.

For now, he would enjoy his queen's return to his castle, and he would make it clear to both her and the others, that her heart has been occupied by a small, brave and sarcastic sea witch.

Love is strange, but it is always wonderful.

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Love of my life (Jareth x Uma)

Era la fiesta de bodas entre Mal y Ben, Uma había sido una de las “Damas de honor” entre las 15 que Mal había escogido para su gran día. Entre los nítidos y fuertes colores entre el amarillo, violeta y verde, la música, los golpes de copas, todo, era poco importante para Uma.

Había pasado un mes que había dejado el laberinto, a los goblins, a su rey, luego de una gran disputa en la que ambos salieron diciéndose cosas horrendas, lastimando su corazón. Regresó a Auradon luego de la sorpresa de sus amigos al creerla muerta, y fue acogida con emoción y cariño. Harry había terminado su relación con Audrey para poder estar al lado de su capitana.

Su vestido de cuerpo completo con volantes color morado oscuro y dorado la tenía loca. Lo odiaba, sobretodo esa excesiva pedrería con alusión a llamas de dragón en su corset la obligaba a inclinar su cuerpo hacia delante con lo pesado que eran. Evie había hecho un trabajo lindo pero fastidioso para ella, aunque para las demás damas era como si llevaran un vestido de seda muy ligero. Hubo el increíble brindis y luego la música comenzó a sonar en todo el lugar, inundando los salones con sus melodías. Era hermoso, pero la música del Underground le parecía mejor  porque en muchas ocasiones Jareth cantaba para ella.

Observó las parejas bailar y recordó esos bailes de salón en donde la balanceaban con delicadeza, las sonrisas pequeñas y llenas de significado, y esa frase que había hecho que el corazón se le desasiera como espuma de mar : “but i be there for you, as the world falls down.” El recuerdo la estaba matando junto a esa última vez caótica en que las frases de cariño se volvieron filosas dagas y espadas:

“Desearía nunca antes haberte aceptado en mi vida”

“Y yo desearía que nunca me hubieras robado el corazón”

“Uma ¿estás bien? La voz gruesa y preocupada la hizo mirar hacia Harry. Una lágrima resbalaba de su mejilla que rápidamente limpio.

“Estoy bien, solo un poco emocional. Ya sabes…”

“Dudo que sea por Mal y Ben” dijo con una sonrisa extraña. El pirata extendía la mano hacia su capitana con una reverencia maravillosa  “¿Me concedes esta pieza, my lady?”

La bruja pirata sonrió ligeramente y aceptó la mano de su amigo. Luego comenzaron a danzar muy cerca el uno y del otro, y sus ojos se encontraban a la par de sinceras sonrisas de cariño. Uma amaba a Harry pero no del modo romántico, y le hubiera gustado que fuera de otro modo, tal vez su corazón no se hubiera terminado de romper como estaba en ese momento de haber sido él. Harry inició una plática casual, contando los detalles para una nueva adquisición naval. Uma lo escuchó atentamente hasta que sintió algo. Una fuerza que le obligaba a voltear la mirada más allá del hombro de su amigo, haciéndola mirar a los lados.

Una figura alta, vestido de gala con una chaqueta y pantalón azul oscura, una camiseta blanca de poeta con volantes sobresaliendo y una mata de cabello rubio sobresaliendo en un estilo eléctrico la miraba en el otro extremo del salón, sosteniendo una máscara negra con forma de demonio con cuernos. Cuando Harry dio una vuelta volvió a mirar a la misma dirección pero la figura desapareció.

El corazón le dio un vuelco brutal mientras seguía buscando a los lados a la figura. Harry estaba atónito ante el comportamiento de su capitana.

“Hey, ¿Qué pasa?”

“Es que yo…¿Harry haz visto a un invitado con mascara?

“¿Mascara en una boda? Ni que fuera Halloween” Dijo sonriendo restando interés al asunto, pero Uma estaba acelerada, con el corazón latiéndole a mil. Reconocería ese traje, ese cabello de vieja ochentera y ese porte en cualquier lado. Su mirada buscaba al hombre con desespero, miedo y anhelo. Ante otra vuelta en medio del salón la figura volvió a aparecer, justo en la salida del salón. Los ojos detrás de la máscara miraban a la bruja con fijeza hasta que dio la vuelta y salió del lugar.

Uma empujó a Harry con todas sus fuerzas balbuceando una disculpa mientras sostenía entre sus manos los faldones de su vestido e iba corriendo hasta la salida. Se alejó del salón bajando las escaleras con rapidez mientras buscaba a esa persona con desespero. No estaba imaginándolo, no debía estar haciéndolo. Lo podía sentir tan cerca y a la vez tan lejos de su ser.

Por un momento no supo qué camino seguir, se había vuelto a ir. ¿Era una tortura de su mente acaso? ¿Una forma cruel de recordarle sus días felices? Creyó que se había vuelto loca hasta que su collar brillo con fuerza en medio de la oscuridad del jardín y vio un rastro de brillo esparcirse por un camino alejado de los salones reales. Los siguió. Avanzaba con cuidado en medio de la tierra por culpa de sus zapatos altos y más de una vez tropezó hasta caer, pero de esa forma comenzó a acercarse a los alrededores del lago encantado. Una música instrumental celta comenzó a sonar mientras más se acercaba, y al llegar encontró un hermoso pabellón real en medio del lago conectado a la tierra por un puente de madera. El pabellón estaba adornado por ramas llenas de hojas verdes olorosas, luces blancas resplandecientes que hacía resaltar el color blanco perla de las mismas, y miles de luciérnagas danzaban alrededor formando parte del mágico evento. Pero lo que más cautivo el corazón de Uma, es que al llegar al mismo y mirar maravillada a los lados, la figura enmascarada volvió, revelando entonces su rostro.

Uma se quedó paralizada, casi sin respirar, mientras Jareth se acercaba a ella con una mirada seria, pero cálida. La sostuvo con sus manos en la cintura apretada.

“Creí…” dijo la bruja con un nudo en la garganta. “Creí que nunca más volveríamos a vernos”

“¿Crees que dejaré ir a uno de mís tesoros a merced de estos mundanos niños ricos?  No, Uma, yo cuido lo que me pertenece. Tú me perteneces.”

El agarré de Jareth se volvió posesivo, acercando a la morena hacia ella con un fuerte abrazo. La había extrañado demasiado y no había minuto eterno en que no se culpara por lo había sucedido.

“Baila conmigo” Ordeno, pero también suplico.

Uma se dejó llevar por él ante cada vuelta y paso. De repente sintió que volvía al salón de sus días felices solo que este baile era únicamente para ellos. Solos los dos en su privada burbuja.

“¿Cómo es que pudiste…?”

“¿Llegar a ti? Tengo suficiente poder para poder materializarme en este mundo. Si bien se agota fácilmente y tardo para recuperarme esto vale la pena”

“Cuando me gritaste pensé que ya no valía nada para ti”

“Tu vales mi vida, Uma. El día que te fuiste fue el día que moría, por eso tuve que venir. Por esa razón tuve que ir a tu lado”

El baile se detuvo y de repente el orgulloso rey Goblin estaba inclinado hacia su bruja de mar, su reina oceánica: su reina de Underground. Esta era su manera de pedir su regreso a su mundo.

“Fui un idiota por haberte gritado de ese modo, de haberte dicho esas cosas horribles. Cuando te fuiste inmediatamente quise ir a buscarte, pero mi orgullo herido me impidió hacerlo. Tus palabras me atormentaban a cada segundo “Desearía que nunca me hubieras robado el corazón” ahí supe que correspondías a mis sentimientos. También supe que te amaba”. Jareth sostuvo las mejillas de Uma y paso su nariz sobre ellas con dulzura “ ¿Cómo pude haberte lastimado? Sé que puedo ser cruel, pero incluso hoy he movido las estrellas por ti cuando antes no. Por siempre y para siempre. Tú eres la magia que da vida a la eternidad… Eres el amor de mi vida”

Las lágrimas se agolparon en los ojos de Uma queriendo llorar, Jareth le estaba confesando su amor, Jareth le había dicho que la ama. Jareth la ama tanto como ella y se permitió sentirse feliz por primera vez en mucho tiempo. Sus labios se fusionaron con los del rey en un beso pasional, cargada de tantos sentimientos que les recorría a ambos el cuerpo en potentes descargas eléctricas. Las manos de Jareth acariciaban con desespero la fina cintura de Uma mientras que las manos de ella se afianzaban en su cuello. Teniendo que tomarse su tiempo para respirar, ambos se separaron, mirándose fijamente.

“Entonces, ¿me perdonas mi hechicera?

“Hmm…” Uma volteo los ojos “Todavía no. Fuiste muy grosero solamente por no haber aceptado esa petición de ir al baile de esa bruja horrenda. Creía que mi opinión valía para ti”

“Lo vale, pero mi sentido de deber me obligaba a complacer a mis súbditos. Pero sabes que no es por eso que te enojaste, sino porque crees que ella me pretende. Y estás en lo cierto… Por eso te quería en esa fiesta, así le dejábamos en claro que este Rey ya tiene su Reina”

Uma abrió los ojos en grande y sus mejillas se pusieron ardientes.

“Aún…así, no es suficiente”

“Quieres el anillo, bien tendrás el anillo”

Jareth sonriendo haciendo ademanes para aparecer un anillo cuando Uma tomó sus manos y las bajó “¡No necesito un anillo y menos de esa manera!” gritó conmocionada mientras la sonrisa divertida y sensual de Jareth se mantenía en su rostro. Él la volvió a abrazar mientras besaba sus labios nuevamente en un corto beso.

“Lo sé, además el anillo vendrá cuando menos te lo esperes” el rostro del mayor se dirigió a los hombros de la morena, mientras le dedicaba pequeños besos ardientes que subían hasta su clavicula y se detenían en su cuello, haciendo estremecer a la menor que trataba de contener sus gemidos y le daba pequeños golpes en su pecho para que le dejara, pero el Rey no reacciono a ellos obviamente. “¿Qué te parece si hago esto delante de ella mientras te presentas? Así no le faltara dudas”

“¡N-no crees que resulte indecoroso para tu anfitriona?” respondió la menor mientras sonreía ante la escena mental.

“Puede ser, o tal vez nos ceda uno de sus aposentos… o bien te llevó a la nuestra y comenzamos a-

“Jareth!” gritó Uma sin poder resistirlo. El rey de los Goblins soltó una carcajada mientras cargaba a Uma y la hacía girar sobre él. Habían regresado nuevamente. Cuando miró el vestido de Uma alzó una ceja confundido, la morena le adivino el pensamiento “Evie. Quería que nos viéramos acorde al estilo de la novia”

“No me gusta, déjame hacerte un favor”.

Volvio a sostenerla en el aire y giró con ella. El oscuro vestido de Uma cambio a un hermoso vestido de tul aquamarina con motivos brillantes de tentáculos de pulpo ondeando en la falda de su vestido, con mangas largas y una hermosa corona de perlas y conchas marinas. Su collar tenia adicional el dije de un búho junto a la caracola y su cabello caía como una cortina de hermosos rulos verde agua definidas. Era cómodo y liviano.

“¿Ya quieres regresar? En el castillo los duendes no dejan de berrear por tu nombre”

“Bien, pero al día siguiente debo volver para despedirme” Jareth frunció el ceño “Sera para evitar que me vuelvan a creer muerta”

“No veo la necesidad, pero si eso quieres entonces yo también debo estar presente. Así sabrán que estarás en buenas manos”

“O para que Harry sepa que te pertenezco ¿acaso creíste que no me di cuenta de tus ojos martilleándole en la cabeza mientras bailaba con él?”

Jareth contuvo un suspiro y apretó sus manos, pero luego se relajó. Su hechicera había dado en el clavo como siempre, pero mantendría todo su autocontrol con tal de evitarle disgusto a Uma. Incluso podre permitir la visita de sus “amigos” al Underground, pero eso será mucho más adelante.

Por ahora, disfrutaría del regreso de su reina a su castillo, y le dejaría en claro tanto a ella como a los demás, que su corazón ha sido ocupado por una pequeña, valiente y sarcástica bruja de mar.

El amor es extraño, pero siempre resulta maravilloso.

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harry and uma are in love and you can't convince me that they aren't

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Imagine Jareth and Uma scene

Jareth: Look, i give you your dreams.

Uma: I don´t want a dream, i want a real experence... i want something real and mine. only mine.

Jareth: *laugh softly*

Uma: *angry* What are so funny to you?

Jareth: My little pearl, my precious thing... I am real and only yours, i always stay with you forever and you're mine since you touched that book and treasured it as the greatest treasure. Isn't it enough for you to want me by your side?

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Uma <3

Sea Witch Crown (made with carta lana papermache and freshwater pearls.)

(inspired by a lovely comment left on the Sea Witch masquerade mask post. Thank you @jaydaisies )

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thats so perfect to my ballroom scene in my fanfic with JAreth and Uma! It´s so beautiful

The first pics of my finished Sea Witch masquerade mask. Carta lana paper mache covered with copper leaf and verdigris effect with large freshwater cultured pearls and baroque pearls. 

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OMG is too late for a second part of this?????

Further Than You Think / Jareth x Reader

Request: the female character is a Princess so Jareth immediately follows her in his owl form to see what she’s doing, he’s mad to see her being romantic with a common man, so he kidnaps the princess and tells her she has to marry him!

Thank you my dear @ladybowiestardust! <3

You’re too far. You’re further away from him, further away from his heart than he believes possible. 

In the serenade of the dark night, the stars are their own choir; they are glittering lustrous lights that sing as they swirl golden throughout the skies, a comfortable blanket of generous velvet that keeps Jareth safe. It is the pure black that makes the moon so beautiful, allows the warm bronze sunlight to be swallowed by the horizon, awakening those of a nocturnal nature, and those with secrets to keep. He swoops down through the trees that shake their branches, their leaves dancing in the cool wind as a pair of burning yellow eyes scan the passing dirt tracks and flowing land that flies past like babbling brooks, its ear-like tufts were reminiscent of a teddy bear, yet it stared with yellow eyes befitting a witch’s cat. His plumage was a mottled grey-brown, as as such he was almost blending into the gathering gloom of nightfall. Then he let out a series of low hoots, four, possibly five and before opening out large and rounded wings, rhythmically beating through the air and soaring down to a small clearing in a distant forest, the emerald weeping willows creating an enchanting circle, one brimming with small mushrooms dripping with magic for the fairies to dance upon, one overflowing with an aura of love and peace.

Falling down onto an oak branch, he bends his head as he watches you, the flowing peach dress he had bought for you spread like a thousand burning suns over the crunchy, dewy grass, his heart fracturing as he sees your head lying in the lap of some other man. Turning back into his human form, he clenches his teeth as he stands beside the tree, its bark coarse underneath his leather gloves as he watches you shiver lightly under the moonlight that bathes down like a rippling lake, a chill running through your body as a slight chill in the air reaches your body. You turn back to your love, reaching up to wrap your fingers around the ones that dance tenderly across your blushing cheek, pink as peonies, his knuckles white as he rubs his thumb over your own, leaning down to press a warm kiss against your forehead as your feet brush against little bluebells, tickling your toes.

‘What do we have here, princess? Trying to break my heart?’

You gasp, sitting up, your face blank as Jared swaggers out from the dark like a swirling stream of smoke, ‘I have done everything you wanted. I have turned the world upside down, and I have done it all for you. I am exhausted for living up to your expectations, and this is how you repay me?!’

Before you can even blink, Jareth has grabbed your slender wrist, his skin cold as he transports you back to his palace high upon the hill overlooking the barren land, it’s pointed towers giving it the look of an eccentric crown blending into the beige background as if vanishing. Landing in a strange, dusty brick room, you run towards the door, not noticing Jareth staring at you, only to nearly fall down a flight of never ending steps, tripping over the flowing skirts that pool around your feet as Jareth’s black clad frame swings over the last step.

‘I, I don’t know who you are!’

Leaning down on one knee beside you, Jareth reaches out one hand tentatively, his index finger stroking underneath your cheek before tipping it up. You meet his eyes, scared by the intensity of his gaze as they trace the dips and curves of your face, his heart kicking up a notch as they finally land on your plump lips.

‘I am your future king, princess. Don’t forget this kindness I have shown you in sparing your life despite all the heartache you have caused me! I move the stars for no one!’ 

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Maybe some yandere Jareth for a woman afab that he meets while pretending to be an owl/human? Then he steals her away to court and marry?

*dance magic dance plays in the background* woah this one turned out long! consider it my offering to the god that is David Bowie

Debts Repaid (Yandere JarethxReader)

           Hiking through the park, you soaked in the warmth of the day. After such a long, harsh winter, it felt as though spring had finally made it through. You relished the opportunity to finally get out of the house and enjoy the revival of nature. The grass and the leaves of the trees seemed to almost bleed green, and you could hear the chirping of the birds that had already returned. You seemed to be the only person at the park though, everyone else not trusting this sudden change in weather. But as you rambled through the trees, you found yourself glad that you had the park to yourself, at least for today.

           Suddenly, you heard the cracks and crash of the branches above you, the sound practically deafening in the otherwise quiet area. You looked up to see a large bird tumbling through the trees, quickly approaching the ground. It was desperately trying to keep its wings open, and although it was not able to resume flight, it was able to slow its descent. As it fell to the ground, you paused, unsure of what you should do. Cautiously, you began to approach the bird, needing to see if it was all right. When you reached it, you saw that it was an owl, a white barn owl, in fact. It was struggling to keep itself upright, which is how you noticed what exactly was wrong. One of the owl’s legs was broken, forcing the owl to try to hop awkwardly to stay standing. The creature was understandably preoccupied, but after a moment it turned to you.

           You gasped quietly at the sight of his eyes. They were piercing, and there was something almost human in their affect. You didn’t know very much about owls, but something about this one struck you as special. The two of you simply stared at each other for a moment, the owl cocking his head to one side in curiosity.

           “Hello,” you whispered. “I’m not going to hurt you.” At your words, the owl gave a hoot, one that a part of you thought you recognized as amused, as if he understood what you had said and found the thought of you trying to harm him ludicrous. Slowly, as not to startle the bird, you took off your drawstring backpack and reached into it to bring out your water bottle. Twisting off the top, you poured some of your water into the cap and set in on the ground between you and the owl. He considered it for moment, and then began to approach it, careful to keep his injured leg from brushing the ground. As he drank, you took the opportunity to peer closer at his leg, wondering if you should call animal control. But as soon as the thought crossed your mind, the owl’s head turned sharply towards you, and he ruffled his feathers angrily.

           “Okay,” you said, raising your hands in placation. “I won’t call, but you still need someone to look at your leg.” A distant part of you wondered why you were bothering to speak to the bird as if he could comprehend you, but a larger, more instinctual part told you that he could understand every word that you said. This impression was further reinforced as the owl came closer to you and held out his leg. At this sign of encouragement, you grasped the bottom of your thin shirt and began to tear at it. After a moment, you had decent sized strip of cloth, and your companion hooted approvingly. Crouching down beside him, you took his leg and started to wrap the cloth around it tightly. Once you tied it, the owl simply blinked in thanks and flew off.

           As you journeyed home, you thought that that would be the last time you would see the bird. But as the days passed, you were soon proven wrong. The very next morning, as you were preparing some breakfast, you spotted the owl from your kitchen window. At first you believed him to be a different bird, especially when you noticed that both of his legs were perfectly healthy and lacking any bandages. When he turned to face you, however, you recognized his eyes instantly. Over the next few days, you observed that the owl would show up wherever you went, provided that it was not indoors. And even when you were inside, you would either see him from a window or find him soon after you stepped outside. Once again you considered calling animal control, as this hardly seemed like normal bird behavior. But whenever you thought of doing so, a sickening feeling would twist and turn through you, warning you strongly against the idea. Besides, you thought to yourself, it was not as though he was bothering anyone.

           It was true, as much as you had seen the owl, he never came as close to you as he did that first day. He seemed content to watch you from a distance, though for what purpose you had no idea. One day though, his careful distance was broken. You were walking through the park with a friend of yours, the two of you enjoying the opportunity to catch up with each other. You were having such a nice time, in fact, that you forgot about your new, feathered companion. So when your friend slung his arm around your shoulders, you thought nothing of it, until the owl soared towards him, screeching and slashing at your friend with his talons. Shoving your friend behind you, you began to yell.

           “Stop it! Get the hell away from him!”

The bird paused at your demands, gave one last screech, and flew away. You took your friend home and helped him to clean his wounds, thankful that none of the scratches went very deep. After explaining to him your story with the bird, he made you promise to call animal control if the owl ever came close to you again. Heart twisting, you agreed, not sure if you could actually go through with it. When you arrived back home, you searched all the treetops for the bird, but when you didn’t see him, you dared to hope that he might leave you alone from now on.

Later that night though, as you were puttering around the house, you felt a pair of eyes on you. Attempting to ignore the sensation, you decided to turn in for the night and went up to your bedroom. The room was surprisingly cold when you entered it, something that was explained when you noticed the open window. What couldn’t be explained though, was how it had opened in the first place. You were sure that you hadn’t opened it yourself, but you couldn’t think of any other possible explanation. So you forced yourself to near the window to close it, when your eyes caught something you would have preferred for them to ignore. On the windowsill, catching the moonlight, there lay a long, white feather. Hesitantly, you picked it up, half expecting it to disappear. But it failed to do so, staying with you as you spun it between your fingers. As a sense of unease rippled through you, you tried to shove it back down, hoping that you were just being paranoid.

“I wish I just knew what was going on,” you whispered to yourself. As soon as those words left your lips, the lights in your room began to flicker. A sudden wind roared against your house, and the window was thrown back open. Backing against the wall, you stood silently as you witnessed the owl fly towards you. When he came through your window and officially arrived in your bedroom, however, he was no longer an owl.

Standing before you was a pale stranger, all at once alien and familiar. His eyes were startling, one of them light while the other was dark, and gave you the impression that of a predator watching its prey. Blond hair reached past his shoulders, the top of it rather ruffled, thus paralleling the shape of the owl’s head. He wore a loose white shirt with a dark vest around it that exposed much of his chest, and leather pants that left very little to the imagination. You could only gawk at him, praying that you were simply dreaming. But as he began to approach you with a smug smile on his face, you had to concede that this didn’t seem to be the case.

“Hello, love,” he purred once he reached you.

“Who the hell are you?”

“I? I am the Goblin King, but you may call me Jareth.” You swallowed nervously.

“You-you don’t look like a goblin.” He laughed at your comment, rather amused with your continuing ignorance.

“That is because I am not a goblin, love. I am simply their ruler.”

“Okay…but what are you doing here?”

“You wished for me to explain what was going on, did you not?” he asked with a satisfied grin. “I am only too happy to oblige.” But rather than begin to explain, he instead reached out and took your face in his hand. Something sparked through you at his touch, and you leaned into it subconsciously. For a minute, the two of you simply stood there as he began to stroke your cheek. A haze soon found its way into your head, and you found your eyes beginning to close. Before they could though, some part of you stayed awake enough to force you to bite the inside of your cheek harshly, bringing you out of your stupor. At the sight of your eyes snapping back open, Jareth removed his hand and seemed to smile slyly.

“Well then?” you asked, “What’s going on?”

“I was the owl that you saved,” he answered. “I was journeying through this world when I was attacked, leaving my leg broken. If I had been in my own kingdom, I could have healed it immediately, of course, but things being what they were, I was at the mercy of this realm. That is, until you helped me. I was intrigued by you, to say the least. I have had many dealings with humans in years past, and I have found them to uniformly selfish and arrogant. Your actions, therefore, served to surprise me.”

“What does that have to do with you following me around?”

“Well, at first, I was merely fulfilling my duties. You helped me, and I was hence bound to do the same for you. My kind are honorable, a debt never goes unpaid.”

“Is that what you call attacking my friend? A debt repaid?” you cried. At your words, the Goblin King’s calm demeanor seemed to crack, and his eyes flashed angrily. But as quickly as his anger appeared, it sunk beneath the surface as he forced himself to smile and continue as if you hadn’t spoken.

“While my debt to you was my initial reason for watching over you, something about you continued to pull me towards you. You are not like other humans, little one. After giving it much thought, I have finally found the proper way to repay you.” Gazing down at you, he reached out his hand once more, only chuckling when you jerked away from his touch.

“And what may that be?” you asked warily.

“You clearly do not belong here with the rest of mankind, your flesh may be human but your soul is far more noble. I shall take you to my realm, where you truly belong.” Eyes widening, you shook your head in dispute.

“I can’t.”

“Oh?” the king scoffed in amusement. “Whyever not?”

“Because, my whole life is here. My friends, my family, everything. This is my home.”

“Oh pet,” he sighed. “You humans and your fancies. Just because you have known no other world does not mean that this one is your home. In my kingdom you will find everything that this world lacks. There I can weave your dreams for you, and play you music on the wind. Here lies only misery and drudgery for you. There you shall be a queen, my queen.” His voice was so gentle, so soothing that as you listened to him speak you couldn’t help but imagine yourself in the tempting picture that he painted. But once again, you forced yourself to not to sink into the dream.

“And what if I don’t want to be?” At your question, Jareth smirked smugly.

“We both know that you do, love. I have seen your every secret, your every dream, and they all mirror mine. You belong to me and to the labyrinth, whether you accept it or not.” Pausing in his speech, but before you could gather your thoughts, he twisted his hand and summoned a crystal. He presented its smooth, round surface before your eyes and began to twirl it back and forth, the movement captivating you. As you stared at it silently, strange images swam before your eyes. You saw a maze made out of stone, its passages twisting and turning in impossible ways. You saw a vast array of creatures, some beautiful yet frightening and some hideous yet enticing. Scenes of you and the Goblin King danced before you, all at once terrifying and wondrous. You witnessed a dozen kisses between you two, some chaste and sweet while others burned you just from looking at them. You saw the both of you joined on an unfamiliar bed, drinking in each other’s being, and heat pooled your core at the sight. That familiar haze began to enter your mind once more, but this time it wrapped around you too tightly for you to reject it. Even when Jareth caused the crystal to disappear, the fog remained, continuing to cloud your thoughts.

“I…” you tried to say, before falling silent again. Sensing that you would no longer object to his touch, the otherworldly king grasped your chin and tilted your face up to his. Pleased at the sight of your misted eyes, he leaned down and brushed his lips softly against yours. It was a feather of a kiss, but the feeling of it still left you dizzy.

“Well?” Jareth queried. “Do you wish to come with me?”

“Yes,” you whispered dreamily, “I do.” At your agreement, Jareth suddenly met his lips with yours, swallowing your very breath. Running his tongue against your lips, you granted him access and allowed him to twine his tongue with yours. He held your waist possessively, imprisoning you against him. As your kiss continued, the haze in your mind only grew stronger, with you soon fading in and out of your limited awareness. When you finally fell unconscious, the Goblin King brought you into his arms and walked off into the shadows.

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Imagine Jareth being worried about you whenever you go back to the human realm

———  Masterlist / Ko-Fi ———

‘Why did you like going back to the human realm’, thought Jareth as he sat on his throne, tapping his riding crop against his boot. While he understood the appeal of it, he did wish you didn’t go that often; he didn’t like being away from you since he couldn’t protect there when you were away from his realm. It’s why he was always anxious when you went back home. 

Not being able to handle his worry anymore, Jareth stood from his seat. “You,” Jareth said, pointing at one of the goblins in the room. “You’re in charge while I’m away.” And with that, he shifts into his owl form and flies out of the throne room toward the human realm. 

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Being Jareth‘s s/o headcannons

Jareth loves to cuddle at first it shocked you but after a short while you grew to love it he’d sit there with you all day if he pleased with you in his arms although his favourite thing to do is hug you from behind, he’s a bit of a prankster at heart and enjoys making you jump although if he senses you didn’t like it he’d stop

He’d walk up to you no matter what you’re doing and wrap his arms around your waist and lift you up gently setting you down to face him, you love it you have to place a sweet kiss upon his lips

His hair is amazing he knows you like his hair sometimes at night you’ll subconsciously fiddle with the ends. Jareth enjoys it after a long day surrounded by goblins the painless tugging he finds endearing and very cute he waits until you’re asleep and runs his fingers through your hair lthough sometimes you’re not actually asleep

He’d know everything your dreams, fears, aspirations, insecurities, emotions it’s a good way for him to tease you about a song preference or shower you with compliments you try and depict what he’s thinking it’s really cute to watch honestly he loves you so much

Jareth isn’t over the top with love but he definitely has some nicknames for you a few of his favourites being Starlight, My Queen, Love and he often refers to you as his if you ever meet with people at balls or events he wants everyone to know that you’re his

No one is allowed to touch you but him he gets quite possessive over you but deep down the possessiveness comes from his greatest fear of loosing you he’s scared one day he’ll mistreat you and you’ll find someone else or you’ll just walk out on him you’d never even dream of it but once Jareth is attached to something he doesn’t want to let it go

He’s actually very romantic, he’ll leave roses by your bedside, gifts around his castle in only places you know about, take you on lavish dates, ballroom dance around the halls and sing for you at night time he’d move the stars for no one but you, you were his special exception

He’s a sweet kisser he’ll start by cupping your face and tilting his head sideways capturing your lips with his he never fails to leave you breathless and overwhelmed with love. Sometimes he can be rough usually after a long day or when he’s in a bad mood it’s all demanding and rough, naturally Jareth is dominant but it definitely shows in these moments

Arguing with each other is never pretty it happens rarely as you love one another so much. You can get pretty steamy and angry which fuels Jareth’s frustration more and more until he reaches breaking point which is pretty nasty he can and will shout at you and say some harsh things but he’s never dug up things he knows you’re insecure or still upset over

It usually doesn’t last long and you’re both forgiving of one another ending with Jareth popping up in a spark of glitter holding you to his chest and muttering apologies or you walk up to him in his throne room and announce that you’re sorry you both end up in a long sweet kiss and the argument is pretty much forgotten

Jareth can get you your own throne just like that if he wanted to but there’s one problem, he loves having you sit on his lap as he’s sat upon his throne with you secure in his arms the whole time you’ve never once needed a throne of your own

If Jareth wants your attention he won’t stop until he has it his favourite thing to do is pull you towards him using his magic right into his arms where he’ll hold you against your best attempts to break free once you’ve accepted that you’re not moving for a while he’ll place a kiss to your lips charming his way out of you being annoyed at him making you ultimately forget what he’s done

He’s actually very strong he can pick you up with such ease it makes him worry for your weight no matter how much you weigh you feel feather light to him but it’s a bonus since he can carry you out of masquerades if your feet hurt from dancing and did he mention you’re only allowed to dance with him you’re never seen apart in events

He can see if you’re safe through his crystals often he finds you being friendly to goblins in the market of his labyrinth occasionally he’ll change it a bit watching you get lost to swoop in and save you planning a route to show you the most beautiful parts of his creation because he does like to show off to you