AN: Oooo! A sequel to my other visit fic. Finally, ne? Well, I finally got some partners in crime and this story of mayhem is dedicated to them. Will not put their names up however until they are revealed in the story, so it won't ruin the fun! Oh, and I got my own domain, yippee me! Ai-No-Senshi.com
Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth...just Jareth :P (Remy owns me of course, hehe)
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Forced Creativity
(Part I)
Anyastazya sat at her computer typing and giggling to herself. She had spun some glamour on her hair so that springy curls bounced just above her shoulders as she amuses herself with her latest story. She had dressed in a red off the shoulder halter top with a pleated plaid mini-skirt decorated with safety pins and bondage straps that hung loose. Her feet swung beneath the chair bare.
She leaned forward and inspected the latest chapter to her new X-men fanfic. Then she sits back, laughing maniacally, "Bwahahahaha! Remy is mine!"
"O' course, chere," said a male voice from the doorway.
"Well," she tossed her platinum spiral curls. "Who can resist the goddess of love and beauty?"
"None, 'parently," Remy motions towards Jareth's newest love offering. "Can' ya just send Kingy ya own brand o' love spell so he chase afta someone else girl?"
She snorts in quite an unladylike way and turns back to the computer.
" 'less...ma chere LIKE ole Kingy chasin' her 'bout," He raised a brow and leaned lazily against the doorway.
"Of all the-" she spun on him, glaring daggers. She shakes her head. "I ain't talking to you until you smarten up."
"Dat be a blessin', chere."
"AH!!!!!"
She waves her hand at him angrily, as she was apt to do. Remy frowned and knew what was coming, though what EXACTLY worried him. His chest started to expand and he looked down with a groan. Then he looked up at Anya and arched a brow.
"You keep harrassin' me, and I keep turnin' you into a girl," She shoots back.
"Oooooo!" He cooed with delight and raised his hand to touch his new playthings.
"Oh good lord, I shoulda known better!" She growls and snaps her fingers, breasts disappearing.
Remy pouts. "Well dat was jus' mean." He walks out muttering. "Teasin' a guy like dat."
Anyastazya slumps in her seat and covers her eyes. He was a cute son of a gun, but a bit slow at times. She heard a male chuckle that wasn't Remy's and her heard shot up. Jareth stood there looking superior, probably because he had witnessed the whole exchange.
"Go away!" she growls at the sight of him. "I am already in a bad mood, which you probably already saw, you eavesdropping tight-stuffer."
"Now, now...I can't do that," he smirks his patented Jareth smirk(tm). He motions towards the door, "You turn me down for THAT?"
"Hey, he's a lot easier on the eyes than you," She says, crossing her arms. "And he doesn't try my patience at every turn like a certain king of the goblins..."
He pulls out a crystal and starts twirling it. "I can fix that, you know..."
"Just leave me alone."
Anyastazya turns back to her computer, dismissing him totally. She started to type at the story again, but jumped when she felt a blade press against her neck. She scoffs and turns to look at the idiot faerie holding a blade on a goddess.
"And just what is this nonsense?"
"Not nonsense, my dear. This is not a regular blade, you see, but coated with Hind's blood."
Her eyes got wide and she goes deathly still. "What do you want?"
"You," Jareth takes her arm and pulls her up. "Now come along, there are things to be done. I have another of your friends to collect."
"What? Are you starting your own harem or something?" she wondered which of her friends were in danger.
"Not really, my dear, but if you keep provoking me then you will be a part of my one goddess harem," he returns pointedly. "Now lets be gone."
They disappeared moments before Remy returned to apologize to Anyastazya, but she was gone. He looks around and scratches his head. "Anya?"
Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth...just Jareth :P (Remy owns me of course, hehe)
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Forced Creativity
(Part I)
Anyastazya sat at her computer typing and giggling to herself. She had spun some glamour on her hair so that springy curls bounced just above her shoulders as she amuses herself with her latest story. She had dressed in a red off the shoulder halter top with a pleated plaid mini-skirt decorated with safety pins and bondage straps that hung loose. Her feet swung beneath the chair bare.
She leaned forward and inspected the latest chapter to her new X-men fanfic. Then she sits back, laughing maniacally, "Bwahahahaha! Remy is mine!"
"O' course, chere," said a male voice from the doorway.
"Well," she tossed her platinum spiral curls. "Who can resist the goddess of love and beauty?"
"None, 'parently," Remy motions towards Jareth's newest love offering. "Can' ya just send Kingy ya own brand o' love spell so he chase afta someone else girl?"
She snorts in quite an unladylike way and turns back to the computer.
" 'less...ma chere LIKE ole Kingy chasin' her 'bout," He raised a brow and leaned lazily against the doorway.
"Of all the-" she spun on him, glaring daggers. She shakes her head. "I ain't talking to you until you smarten up."
"Dat be a blessin', chere."
"AH!!!!!"
She waves her hand at him angrily, as she was apt to do. Remy frowned and knew what was coming, though what EXACTLY worried him. His chest started to expand and he looked down with a groan. Then he looked up at Anya and arched a brow.
"You keep harrassin' me, and I keep turnin' you into a girl," She shoots back.
"Oooooo!" He cooed with delight and raised his hand to touch his new playthings.
"Oh good lord, I shoulda known better!" She growls and snaps her fingers, breasts disappearing.
Remy pouts. "Well dat was jus' mean." He walks out muttering. "Teasin' a guy like dat."
Anyastazya slumps in her seat and covers her eyes. He was a cute son of a gun, but a bit slow at times. She heard a male chuckle that wasn't Remy's and her heard shot up. Jareth stood there looking superior, probably because he had witnessed the whole exchange.
"Go away!" she growls at the sight of him. "I am already in a bad mood, which you probably already saw, you eavesdropping tight-stuffer."
"Now, now...I can't do that," he smirks his patented Jareth smirk(tm). He motions towards the door, "You turn me down for THAT?"
"Hey, he's a lot easier on the eyes than you," She says, crossing her arms. "And he doesn't try my patience at every turn like a certain king of the goblins..."
He pulls out a crystal and starts twirling it. "I can fix that, you know..."
"Just leave me alone."
Anyastazya turns back to her computer, dismissing him totally. She started to type at the story again, but jumped when she felt a blade press against her neck. She scoffs and turns to look at the idiot faerie holding a blade on a goddess.
"And just what is this nonsense?"
"Not nonsense, my dear. This is not a regular blade, you see, but coated with Hind's blood."
Her eyes got wide and she goes deathly still. "What do you want?"
"You," Jareth takes her arm and pulls her up. "Now come along, there are things to be done. I have another of your friends to collect."
"What? Are you starting your own harem or something?" she wondered which of her friends were in danger.
"Not really, my dear, but if you keep provoking me then you will be a part of my one goddess harem," he returns pointedly. "Now lets be gone."
They disappeared moments before Remy returned to apologize to Anyastazya, but she was gone. He looks around and scratches his head. "Anya?"