Jareth (The Goblin King) x reader

Mandy

Hi everyone, another Jareth x fem! reader fanfic. If you have any requests feel free to let me know! :) love you!

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse, other than that there is fluff

It was a cloudy day in the goblin city.

From the moment I woke up, no sun had made an appearance. But, I didn't mind... at least until Jareth notified me that he had a runner in the labyrinth.

Now, usually if it were a child or a defenseless old person, I would scold him and beg him to send them back without any harm or memory of it. But, the majority of the time, it was someone who truly deserved it.

"Who is it today?" I asked over breakfast.

Jareth frowned, "A man, about middle age. He wished his child away because he had stated that he didn't want her anymore."

I stood up quickly, "Where is the poor thing?"

"In one of the guest rooms is asleep. She should be waking up sometime soon. I'll have the goblins see to her care." He said taking a sip of his drink.

I frowned. I was a sister myself and as much as I love the goblins, I don't exactly trust a child's safety with them.

I said, "Um, dear, since you are going to be busy, would you at all mind if I care for her during her stay. I don't know if the goblins-"

And on that note we heard a crash in the kitchen next door and shouts of laughter and cusses. I looked at Jareth with a knowing look and he exchanged the same one.

"I see your point darling. You may."

I smiled, "Thank you love."

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It wasn't long before the small girl woke up.

She was understandably frightened. I wore a simple dress, not to scare the poor thing even more.

I approached her slowly and with a soft voice said, "Hello sleepy head. Did you sleep well?" I crouched down to her height sitting on the bed.

"Where am I?" She said in a worried tone. "Where is my daddy?"

My smile slightly faltered. How could I explain such a complicated thing to such a small child. "Well, this is the Goblin City and your daddy is playing a game at the moment."

"What kind of game?" the small girl asked in a curious tone.

"A complicated game for grown ups. My name is Queen (y/n). What is yours?" I said, trying to change the subject.

"Mandy." she said. "And I'm four!" She proudly held up three fingers in the air.

"Four? My, aren't you a big girl?" I said in an up beat tone.

"Mhm!" She said with a proud look.

"Well Mandy, while your daddy is away, how would you like to be a princess for the day?"

I knew I played the right move when her eyes lit up.

"Really?" She asked.

"Absolutely!" I responded.

Throughout the day, I hope that I treated Mandy to a wonderful day. We did every activity that Mandy wanted, even if I was constantly detouring her from the throne room as I didn't want to overwhelm her.

It wasn't until Mandy wanted to play dress up in my gowns did I notice something that made my blood boil. As she was playing, her shirt lifted up and I noticed a red streak along her back.