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The Elvenking and The Goblin King
I would reblog directly from you @lydiacroftart if you post this masterpiece also on tumblr.
Tumblr Sexyman Contest 2026 Round 2 Part 48
Jareth the Goblin King (The Labyrinth)
The 10th Doctor (Doctor Who)
"I asked Chat gpt"
OK well I asked my crystal ball and it told me the Girl has reached Goblin City
a love note to the labyrinth
Curses you, Jarethifies your Malleus
Dark! Jareth x Sarah's Mother! Reader
The rain hits the windows of your modest home like a thousand tiny fists, mirroring the storm raging inside you.
It was a night you'd never forget, thirteen years ago, when Sarah was just three months, her tiny form curled up in her crib upstairs, oblivious to the shattering of her world. Your husband, even now, the word tastes bitter, had stormed out after another screaming match.
The usual accusations flew 'You're too dreamy, too lost in your books and fantasies. Grow up! This isn't some fairy tale!'
You'd collapsed onto the living room floor, tears streaming, clutching a worn copy of The Labyrinth, that old storybook Sarah adored.
The words blurred on the page, but in your desperation, they whispered promises of escape. "I wish... I wish the Goblin King would come and take me away," you sobbed, the words tumbling out like a spell you didn't believe in. "Right now!"
The clock struck midnight. A chill wind snaked through the cracks in the walls, carrying the faint jingle of bells.
You looked up, heart pounding, and there he was, framed in the doorway like a shadow given form.
Jareth, the Goblin King, his eyes lightening up with mischievous delight under a cascade of wild blond hair, his leather-gloved hand extended, a crystal orb glowing in his palm.
"Did you call for me, my lady?" His voice was gentle and charming, laced with that intoxicating mix of mockery and hunger.
Before you could back away, and before sanity could claw its way back, he seized your wrist.
When the spinning stopped, you were in his kingdom, a labyrinth of twisted hedges, crumbling castles, and skies that bled eternal twilight.
Jareth's grip on you was ironclad, his body pressing close as he pulled you through corridors of stone that shifted like living things.
"You've wished yourself to me," he whispered against your ear, his breath hot and spiced with something otherworldly.
"And now, you're mine. No take-backs, darling. The old laws bind you."
"I have a husband and a daughter!"
"Your husband is more of a disadvantage and your daughter will grow up to forget you."
You fought at first, screaming, clawing at his arms, demanding he send you back. But Jareth was patient in his obsession and possession of you.
He showered you with gifts, gowns of silk that perfectly hugged your body, and even books and trinkets he got for you from the human world.
Also, he held balls and feasts in your honour to make your imprisonment feel less suffocating.
Sixteen years passed like a blur, in it you became the queen of the Labyrinth and slowly but painfully ended up warming up to Jareth and accepting your fate as his wife.
But it was strange and confusing when Jareth one day returned back from one of his errands, holding a baby in his arms, telling you that his sister wished him away.
Feeling pity, you took care of Toby, treating him kindly just like you used to do with your daughter.
When the gates of the Labyrinth opened once more, you never expected to see the girl stepping through, eyes bright, defiant, a familiar determination burning in her expression.
Sarah.
You froze, the world tipping beneath your feet as memories flooded back, her giggles, her tiny hands gripping yours, the scent of rain the night you lost everything.
"...Mom?" she breathed, voice trembling between disbelief and hope.
Indeed, it's you, the beautiful woman from the only picture she owns of you.
You barely managed to nod before she ran into your arms. The years melted away in an instant, she clung to you like a child again, and you buried your face in her hair, tears slipping free.
"I thought you were gone," she explained, shaking.
"Dad said...He said you left us."
You pulled back, cupping her face gently.
"I didn't leave, sweetheart. I wished myself away and the wish was heard.”
Behind you, a soft laugh broke the moment, that teasing tone you had come to know too well.
Jareth stepped forward from the shadows, crystal in hand, his eyes shining with quiet triumph.
"And now, my dear Sarah, you see it wasn't all for nothing."
Sarah turned sharply, her body tensing.
"You! You put me through that, the Labyrinth, the riddles, all of it!"
He only smiled, tilting his head.
"You took the first step and wished your baby brother away, and your mother is happily married to me."
"You expect me to believe that?" she spat.
Jareth's gaze softened slightly, not mockery, but something deeper, weary, almost human.
"Believe what you wish, little girl. But I offer you a choice: stay here, with her, where no time can touch you, or return to your world, where she will fade again into memory."
Sarah turned to you, conflict written across her face. "I can’t lose you again," she said with worry.
You smiled sadly, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek.
"And you won't. Not this time."
Your idea had formed long ago, a wish of your own.
You looked to Jareth, whose expression darkened with a hint of wary curiosity.
"I want us to go with her," you said firmly.
"You said wishes bind by old laws. Then grant me this one. Let us live together, in the mortal world.”
He blinked, clearly startled, then a slow grin spread across his face. "You would cage the Goblin King in the mortal realm?"
You stepped closer, fingers finding his gloved hand. "Maybe it’s time you see what a home feels like."
For a long, silent moment, he searched your eyes, seeing you stare pleadingly at him.
Then, with a low, resigned chuckle,
"As you wish."
-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈
Six Months Later
The new house was comfortable, with a garden that was slowly becoming less wild under your care. You were tending to the roses, while watching Sarah and her stepfather circled each other with plastic swords.
"En garde!" Sarah laughed, lunging forward.
Jareth parried with theatrical flair, his wild hair now more tamed, his leather replaced with jeans and a simple shirt. He looked almost human, though his eyes still held that otherworldly gleam.
"Your form is improving," he conceded, "though you still telegraph your strikes."
"Maybe you're just getting old," Sarah teased.
Your ex-husband was shocked when you returned home with Sarah and Toby, you told him everything and both of you agreed that Sarah stays with you.
"I yield!" Jareth declared suddenly, dropping his sword. "Your mother's roses need tending, and I find myself drawn to more pleasant company."
Sarah rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "I will be inside. Don't be too disgustingly romantic, you two."
You laughed as she bounded toward the house, and then Jareth was walking toward you, his movements still holding that inhuman grace despite his mortal appearance.
He knelt beside you in the grass, uncaring of the dirt, and gently took the shears from your hands.
"Do you ever regret it?" you asked softly.
"Everything you gave up?"
His fingers found yours, intertwining with a tenderness that still surprised you. "I gave up nothing," he murmured, bringing your hand to his lips.
"I ruled a Kingdom , but I was alone. Here, with you, with Sarah, this is what I have been searching for across centuries."
"Even with the mortgage and the broken dishwasher?"
He laughed, the sound rich and warm.
"Even with those." His other hand came up to cup your face, thumb brushing your cheek.
"You wished for escape that night, and I took you. But you gave me something far more precious, you taught me what it means to choose love over power."
The Labyrinth still existed, waiting in the spaces between worlds, but Jareth had chosen something more precious: a family, a home, a life built on honest ground.
He leaned in, kissing you soft, and you thought of that desperate wish you had made years ago.
The Goblin King had come and taken you away.
But in the end, you had both found your way home.
After pulling away from him, you smile.
"please remember this afternoon we have to attend our neighbour's funeral, the poor man fell off the stairs while changing a light bulb."
"How unfortunate."
Indeed, how unfortunate that Jareth is the one who pushed him off.
Old habits die hard.
