Here's a sweet tale about a rather familiar owl following a rather flustered Sarah around.

Dedicated to all the hopeless Labyrinth romantics. Oneshot. Slightly-possibly-maybe AU

"You have no pOWL over me"

Part 1: Taping and naping

He was pecking at her window. His head would wobble down tapping it for a few seconds and then flap his wings against the glass.

It was damp and dark out and Sarah had been sitting at her desk doing homework when she had heard a noise that sounded suspiciously like a magical barn owl scraping against her window.

But of course that couldn't be.

She had beaten a suspicious, magic, barn owl man a while back…

…and sensible reasoning told her one shouldn't be pecking at her window.

Obviously she had never been very good with reasoning.

Sarah sat there staring at the bird as he continued his noise. It was kind of loud.

"I'm not letting you in." She offered, her eyebrow raised, in a tone that said 'duh'.

(Tap tap tap)

"No."

(skrap skrap skrap)

"I'm just going to ignore you, ya know. You should just leave."

(TAP TAP TAP)

Well, that wasn't friendly. He looked up at her and proved that birds can glare.

Sarah leaned over her desk and got real close to the glass. Round yellow eyes ticked up at her sharply.

"You." She poked the glass. "Aren't." (poke) "Coming." (poke) "In." (poke poke)

The owl's round face stared and her through the window then he mimicked hitting the glass:

"Tap." (yes,) "Tap." (I…) "Tap." (am.)

They stared at each other.

Sarah tilted her body to the left and the owl shifted that way never unlocking their eyes.

She went back to the right and he did the same thing.

Sarah then leaned back and sat up from the desk. Her legs pushed back her chair and it wobbled out of her way clumsily.

They never broke eye contact, and his feathers ruffled in the wind.

He looked curious as to what she was doing.

Suddenly she smiled, "No, you aren't." And reached over and closed her drapes in his fluffy face.

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Ignoring a goblin king is unwise. It turns out they do find a way in ones house eventually.

When she woke up there were two round eyes staring right in her face.

The damned bird was perched determinedly in her hair.

Having an owl leaning against ones head was a peculiar way to wake up.

Sarah screamed and jumped out of bed, tripping over the blankets and swatting at her head like a maniac.

The owl looked at her and then hoped down and snuggled into the warm spot she abandoned.

"You!" She accused. "You are not suppose to be in here!"

He glanced back up at her, but didn't say anything, but if she didn't know any better she would've sworn his tiny tongue flickered out at her.

"Oh no you don't…" She thundered, kicking off the sheets.

"Hooo!" The owl squealed and sort of dove under the pillow she had been sleeping on.

"What's your problem?! Get out of my room!"

Then she realized the source of his embarrassment.

Her own, she realized, rivaled his.

She forgot that she doesn't wear much more than a tank top and underwear to bed.

It was apparently too much skin for a delicate goblin king.

"Ah! Sorry!" Sarah immediately grabbed one of the blankets she had kicked away and wrapped it around herself.

"Hoo." He cooed. Sarah translated that it meant something like 'It's ok' and he poked his little head out.

"You know, you wouldn't have had to see that if you didn't sneak into my room."

There was that tongue again. Now she knew, birds can indeed do that.

"Ugh. You're a brat. Scoot over."

The bird's head flicked curiously as she flopped back down on her bed. "I'm still tired, and the clock says it's only a little after seven. You find your own way home. I'm going to sleep."

Sarah absently brushed her chocolate hair behind her eyes and plucked up the pillow he was hiding under. She swapped him softly with it. "Move it highness."

He only moved a tiny bit, watching her carefully.

Hugging the pillow she snuggled back in contentedly while her eyes closed blissfully and was quiet for a moment. Then she opened her eyes.

His little birdy feet scraped against the sheets as he worked his way up to where she laid on her side looking at him.

"Jareth."

His head quirked- clearly startled at the tone in her voice.

She gave him a tiny smile. "Why are you still in that form?"

The little bird didn't answer, but instead cuddled in next to her.

She sighed, but didn't push it deciding it would take too much effort to fight with him right now and she wanted to get enough sleep in before she had to go to school.

It was annoying he was getting away with this, but she allowed herself to fall back asleep anyway.

After he was sure she had fallen back asleep he looked up at her from his place against her bosom.

Glancing at her face he gave a little "Hoo.." that translated into 'duh'.

As a man….

…she would've noticed he was cuddling into her boobies.

Silly human.

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A/n: I was in a cute mood, so I whipped this up. It's very short, and there's only going to be three parts, but that's because this is a chopped up oneshot.

Next part: Wild animals