A/N: Here are a few drabbles set in our favorite goblin kingdom. I maaaaay do the whole alphabet but not really sure yet. . Hope you like them. Reviews are quite welcome. ^^

Disclaimer: Do I look like I own the Labyrinth? Well, I don't... *sniffle*

BLUSH

"Pink" didn't even begin to describe the telltale sign of Sarah's embarrassment—more like "Ruddy Red." Sarah found the color blaringly unattractive. Jareth? Well, he tried his best to embarrass his precious thing at least once every hour. After all, Sarah's face took about forty minutes to completely cool off.

HAMMER

"They need an education!"

"But why? They're perfectly suited for their purpose—to serve me!" Jareth grinned. "And you too, dear."

"Then why were you hitting poor Tidbit just this morning?"

Jareth growled. "The blasted goblin misread my—wait, I was not hitting him. I was patting him gently…to console him."

Sarah's eyes narrowed. "With a hammer?"

JEANS

"This is the one thing on which I must put my foot down."

Glancing at Sarah's reflection, Jareth merely raised an eyebrow.

"You cannot wear those, Jareth."

He examined his reflection in the ceiling-to-floor length, gold-rimmed mirrors. "Whyever not, precious? These please me more than my normal wear. I look astounding."

Too astounding. She attempted a different tactic. "They're not really in style anymore. You wouldn't want my parents to suspect anything amiss, would you?"

Jareth, recognizing her outright lie, turned to face Sarah completely. "Why don't you really want me to wear skinny jeans, dear?"

Sarah blushed.

Jareth grinned.

LETTER OF LAMENT

"Sarah, have you been talking to my goblins again?"

The letter in his hand really should've tipped her off. "Well, yes. Why?"

"I've received a letter." Did his voice sound testier than usual?

"Oh?"

"Yes, apparently I'm being sued—" His eyebrows raised predominately as he read a bit of the letter verbatim. "—'for abewsin the rits nd bodie of goblins evrywer.'"

"Oh." Sarah blushed. "Well, the hammer just seemed a bit harsh, and since you refuse to educate them…well, I saw no other alternative."

Jareth shook his head. "Their heads, Sarah, are made of the hardest material in the entire Kingdom. That goblin barely felt my punishment, I assure you."

"Oh well. That takes care of the hammers, I suppose. I still say you should teach them to read."

He smirked—Sarah's chin could probably lift higher than his eyebrows. Not. For. Long. "Why don't you teach them?"

She beamed. "Okay, Sire, if you insist."

Bloody. Brilliant. Jareth simmered.

QUAIL

"What's the matter, dear?"

"Another one, Jareth—they sent me yet another roasted quail. And all its feathers. Is this their equivalent of an apple? Because the teacher is not pleased."

Jareth chuckled as he gently separated a feather from her hair. Sarah's eyes blazed as she spotted the downy adornment. "I tried, Jareth. It's up to you."

"Tch, tch. Giving up so easily?" Jareth smirked. "And thank you, but no. I maintain there is nothing wrong with my goblins."

XYLOPHONE

"You want me to play what?" Jareth's look of horror brought a small smile to rest on his Queen's mischievous face.

"Face it, Jareth," Sarah's smile grew into a full-fledged grin. "The guitar is over-rated. The xylophone is the new thing."

"Anything that forces me to hit it with a hammer to do what I desire…" The Fae grimaced. "…is stupid."

"Like your goblins?"

Oh bogger.