Jareth (The Goblin King) x reader

Am I falling?

I sighed as I stared at the wall, only now am I ready to look away and face my new reality. The hard wood floor was cold against my hands.

I traded my life for my brother's life. An eye for an eye. I don't know what the Goblin King will do with me.

Throughout this journey, I have stayed strong for my brother, guilty of opening my mouth, not thinking of the consequences. I failed but begged him to take me instead.

He had told me to wait in a bedroom. It was a beautiful room. The bed was probably the biggest I have ever seen. The curtains were a shear, silver fabric, drawn back on the shiny, wooden frame. The covers were a plush, deep blue that seemed as if I could sink so far into the bed if I laid down. Beside the bed was a night stand with a silver tray a goblin servant left for me with food I haven't touched. The walls were dark blue with stars and moons spread throughout the room.

There was also a walk-in closet filled with beautiful dresses and shoes. It almost seemed endless

There was also a grand bathroom that was white and gold. There was a large, faded window, taking up one of the walls completely. The tub was as big as my bed. There were shelves of fancy soaps and bath products above a large sink.

The Goblin King had ordered me to clean up and be ready for a meeting about what to do with her.

I sighed again and got up, shaking my leg awake. I went into the bathroom, and began to run a bath. As I stripped my clothes, the room filled with hot steam from the tub. There were so many soaps that I decided to just grab one of the first I saw. I smelled it. Roses.

I lifted myself into the bath, sighing. Despite the fact that just an hour or so ago, my life was changed in a way that I am scared about what is going to happen to me, I felt a bit of comfort in the hot water.

I scrubbed the dirt on my face and hands. I dipped underwater to get my hair wet. As I worked to clean myself, I thought about what would happen to me.

Maybe I would be a servant? Based on the room he gave me, maybe he treats them well.

Maybe I was just here temporarily and I was going to be banished in a world I don't know of. Either way, I felt like a prisoner.

After the water began to become cold and my fingers winkled, I stood up, the water dripping off my body. I drain the water and dry myself. I wrapped a towel around myself and walked to the walk in closet.

I found some simple undergarments and I looked throughout the closet for a dress. They were extravagant. Some were big, tulle ball gowns and some had long trains and some made of fine fabric. How would he expect me to do work in these clothes?

I decided to pick the simplest one I could find. It was a pale blue dress with white laced sleeves. I decided that it was the best option out of the dresses. Less noticeable. I saw a pair of white ballerina flats and slipped them on.

Just as I finished dressing I heard a knock at the door. I rushed to answer it and it was the same goblin that gave me the food earlier.

"Is miss ready to meet the king?", the goblin squeaked out.

"Um," I said touching my still slightly wet hair, "one minute."

I rushed back to the closet and found a ribbon. I pulled my hair back in a low pony tail, hoping that it didn't look as messy as my hair down.

I rushed back to the goblin whose name I found out to be Lottie.

Lottie led me to a room high in the castle. The doors were golden and when Lottie pushed them open it led to a room that I can only describe as chaos.

Other goblins were jumping and screaming and singing vulgar songs. At the end of the room was the Goblin King, lazily sitting on his throne.

When he noticed me he at once silenced the goblins, who had a mixture of fear and surprise in their eyes. They all turned to look at me.

I looked at Lottie who gestured for me to go forward. As I walked towards the Goblin King, the goblins parted giving me a path straight to him.

By the time I was standing in front of him, he rose up and I noticed all of the other goblins bowing down to him. Something in me told me to bow as well but I couldn't. All fear had one from me. I wasn't scared or weak. I was furious.

How dare he take my brother in the first place. How dare he keep me here, keeping me away from the ones i loved. How dare he think of himself so high and mighty.

For a moment we just stood staring at each other. I studied his appearance more.

I'd be lying if I said that he wasn't attractive, but that made me even more infuriated.

I crossed my arms and said, "Well if you are waiting for me to bow, I'm afraid you'll be greatly disappointed."

The goblins gasped and murmured among themselves.

The Goblin King just smirked, "Feisty one, aren't we? I have to admit, I thought that you might have actually beaten my Labyrinth, but o course here you are."

I balled my fists in anger and frustration. "So," I said keeping my tone even, "What do you want from me?"

"I'm glad you asked." The Goblin King said, "You see, I am not the bad guy here. I could give you anything you dream of. But on the condition that you stay here and never leave the Goblin City. You will be unable to leave the border into the Labyrinth."

I was taken back, "That's it?" I asked out loud.

"Yes."

Although I was happy that I wasn't going to be tortured, I was suspicious of the Goblin King. I felt as if there was something that he wasn't telling me. With that, he sent me back to my room to get some rest.

But i still knew that I was a prisoner.

Over the next couple months, I learned all the rooms and gardens of the castle and the streets of the Goblin City.

I spent my days exploring, reading books from an enormous library, baking random recipes that reminded me of home, picking fresh fruit and flowers from the gardens, and talking with the Goblin King who has insisted that I call him Jareth.

After spending more and more time with him I realized how lonely he was. Always surrounded by immature goblins. I hated to admit that I started to enjoy his company over meals and would occasionally get me to dance and sing with him.

I think I'm falling for the Goblin King.