Jareth X Reader Novels & Stories

I know we have to go but I so want to spend more time with Jareth learn more about my history, I have so many questions I need answers too and just oodles of knowledge I want to pick his brain about, he must sense my disappointment “We can always swap numbers Iris and video call about anything you need to speak to me about.” “I would really like that Jareth thank you so much. I’d like you to show me how to open the book so I will call when I am able to if that’s ok?” “Of course that’s ok. We are of kin after all” he says with such genuine fondness I can feel we will be lifelong friends. I know Johnny is bristling a little at my connection with Jareth which is kind of well... frankly annoying

Jareth coming wasn’t a surprise. Right now, the only thing left for him to do is beg me. Jareth was kneeling in the puddle, his body covered in wounds. His right arm was in a cast, his face wrapped in bandages, with blood seeping through. In his hands, he held a sign that read "I was wrong," the writing blurred by the rain. When he saw me, he suddenly crawled toward me, his knees dragging two wet streaks on the ground. "Leina!" He shouted, his voice breaking apart in the rain, "I know it was you!"

It felt hot and swollen. "There," Jareth said, his voice a rasping growl. He smoothed his thumb over the dark purple hickey he'd just branded onto my skin. "Now, when Jasper looks at you, he won't see a woman he rejected. He’ll see a woman who spent the afternoon in my bed." He offered me his arm, his expression returning to that of the cold, untouchable hunter. "Let's go, Sarah. We have a wedding to ruin."